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The  Argonaut 


ALFRED  HOLMAN,  EDITOR 


VOLUME  LXXI 


July  1  to  December  31,  1912 


EDITORIAL. 

Act   of   '"Tremendous  Folly,"  An,  225. 

Republicans  disfranchised. 
After-Election   Views  of  a  Progressive,   358. 
American  Flag,  The,  307. 
An  Experience  and  a  Suggestion,  82. 

Labor  unions  at  the  Seattle  Exposition. 
Assault  on  Colonel  Roosevelt,  The,  241. 
As  to   California,  49. 

The  Republican  party  in  California. 
As   to    Presidential    Pensions,    357. 
Austria  and  Servia,  306. 
Balkan  Crisis,   The,   322. 
Balkans  and  the  War  Fever,  The,  242. 
Billboards  and  Reformers,  291. 
Bond  from   Strikers,  A,  34. 
Bond  or  Free?  98. 

Unionism  and  the  exposition  work. 
Books  of  the  Day,  The,  321. 
Boy  Criminal,  The,    178. 
Bull-Moose    Activities,    358. 

Bull  Moose  and  the  Original  Progressives,  The,  97. 
Cabinet   Speculations,   322. 
California   Presidential   Ballot,   209. 
California  Republicans  Disfranchised,  225. 
Camorra  Trial,  The,   35. 
Campaign  Contributions,    129. 
Campaign   Field,   The,    17. 
Campaign,  The,  177. 
Canal  Law— A  Protest,  The,    130. 
Canal    Policy,    34. 
Chinese  Loan,    The,    35. 
•'Cinching"  the   Railroads,    193. 
Colonel  Goethals  and  Panama,  389. 
"Courier- Journal"     and     Colonel     Wattcison,     The, 

323. 
Contrast,    A,    225. 

Mr.  Wilson  and  Mr.  Roosevelt. 
Crescent  and  the  Cross,  The,  291. 
Crisis  in  China,  The,  114. 
Darrow  Verdict,  The,  114,  161. 
Death  of  General  Nogi,  The,    178. 
Delayed  Election  Returns,  323. 
Diaz  and    Mexico,   257. 
Dissner  Will   ,!HoId  Onto"  His  Job,   65. 
Divorce   in   England,    374. 
Down  to  a  Frazzle,   305. 

The  election   in   California. 
Dr.  Butler's  Advice,  422. 
Dynamite  Trials,  The,  241,  322. 
Eight-Hour  Law  for  Women,  The,   162. 
Election  and  the  Citizen,  The,  273. 
Election  Aftermath,  305. 
Electoral  Apathy,  259. 
Election  of    1908,   The,  66. 
Election,  The,  289. 

Presidential. 
Embarrassments  of  an  Historian,   82. 

Mr.      Wilson's      "History     of     the     American 
People." 
Europe  and  the  War,  373. 
Faithless  to  Their  Own  Principle,  323. 

Oregon  elects  a  Democratic  senator. 
Fraudulent,      Corrupt,      Perjured,      Says      Senator 

Works,  241. 
"Getting  Weaker,"   19. 

Michael  Casey. 
General    Booth,    115. 
General  Nogi's  Motive,   194. 
Governor   and    Government,    146. 

Governor    Tohnson's    absence    from    California. 
Hazard   of   Haste,    The,    19. 

Railway  accidents. 
Heney's  Oregon  Record,  3. 
Hetch  Hetchy  Privileges  Denied,  374. 
Highways   and    Primaries,    81. 
Horns  Locked  at  Sacramento,   194. 
Immigration    Restriction,    1. 
Inconsistency   and   Ingratitude,    66'. 

Policy  of  the  Bull  Moose  in  Illinois. 
Issue  of  Veracity,  An,   146. 

Mr.  Roosevelt  and  the  Standard  Oil  Company. 
Tack  Johnson.  Pugilist,  275. 
Japanese   Emperor,   The,   99. 
Job   for   Mr.   Pillsbury,   A,  359. 
Judge  John  Currey,  421. 
Labor  Day,   145-. 
Lessons  of  the  Election,  421. 

Charter  amendments. 
Lessons  of  the  Election,  357. 

National. 
Maine,   161. 
Main    Issue,    210. 

Mayor  and  the  "Coast,"  The,  389. 
Merger    Decision,    The,    374. 
Mexico   and    Diaz,   274. 
Mexico  and  Her  Trouhles,  179. 
Miscarriage  of  Justice,  A,  406. 

The  union  labor  picket. 
Misplaced   Compliment.  A,  258. 

Mr.       Darrow 's      address      1 
women. 
Miss  Addams  Acquitted,  390. 
Miss    Addams  at  Chicago,    131. 
Monroe  Doctrine,  The,  226. 
Moral  Reform— As  It  Works  Out,  210. 
More  Plain  Talk  from  Senator  Works,  162. 
More   Unionist    "Victories,"  2. 
Mr.    Bryan,    209. 
Mr.    Eryce,    306. 
Mr     Glavis  on  Trial,   423. 
Mr.    Gompers   Speaks,   375. 
Mr.    Johnson's   California  Programme,    18. 
.'.!.     Perkins  and  "Social  Justice,"   147. 
M       Roosevelt's   "Funds,"   227. 

Sproule,    Mr.    Eshelman,    and    State    Politics, 
405. 

Stcffens  Again,  50. 
M      Stimson  and   the  Canteen,  422. 


Sail      Francisco 


Mr.    Taft's    Candidacv,    82. 

Mr.  Wilson  and  the  Tariff,  321. 

Mrs.  Atherton's  Cigarette,  227. 

Municipal   Dances,  274. 

Municipal    Election,    The,    389. 

National  Insurance  in  England,  49. 

Need    for   Play,    The,   359. 

New    Canadian    Warships,   The,   423. 

New  Oakland  Hotel,  The,  421. 

Bull-Moose  party. 
New  General   Booth,  The,  163. 
Newest  Socialist,  The,  113. 
Nicaragua  and  Elsewhere,    195. 
1904  Campaign   Fund.  The,  258. 
Northern  Municipal   Practice,   65. 

Mr.   Edward   Hamilton's  letters   from  Portland 
and    Seattle. 
Oil  and  the  Janitors,  The,  49. 

Labor  troubles  in  the  school  department. 
Olympic  Games,  34.  ' 

"Open  Shop"  for  the  Exposition,  129. 
Outlook,  The,   193. 
Panama  and  Good  Faith,  98. 
Party-Craft  and  State-Craft,  406. 
Patents  and  the  Public,  35. 
Patient   Organized  Labor,    65. 
People  and  the  "Big  Stick,"  The,  274. 
Petering  Out,   19. 

Mr.    Roosevelt's  campaign. 
Petition    Scandal,  The,  226. 
Picket  Nuisance,  The.  359. 
"Plan"   May  Be  Modified,  The,    162. 

Latest  plan  of  the  California  Bull  Moose. 
Political  Alignment,    1. 
Political    Merry-Go-Round,    The,    33. 
Politician — and    a    Man,    A,    82. 
Postal    Favoritism,    178. 
President  Taft,  373. 
President's  Message,  The,  258. 
Primary   Elections,   The,    145. 
Profession   and   Practice,   99. 

Governor  Johnson's  pose  of  heroic  morality. 
Profession  and   Practice,    161. 

Bull   Moose  and  "Rule  of  the  People." 
Public    Ownership,    114. 

Railroad    Regulation    and   the  Public   Interest,   390. 
Recall  in   Oakland,   The,  81. 
Recall   in    Seattle,   The,   209. 
'•Recall"  of  Senator  Works,  The,   50. 
Recall  Rumor,  A,  407. 
Reed  College,  210. 

Remedial  Loan  Association,  The,  406. 
Republican   Reorganization,    358. 
Republican   Vote,  The,  257. 
Roosevelt  and  Deneen,  242. 
Roosevelt   Movement   to    Date,   The,    51. 
Russia  and  Japan  in  China,   147. 
San    Francisco    Enterprise,    A,    177. 
Senator  Perkins  Will  Retire,    146. 
Serious  Considerations,   17. 

Campaign   expenses. 
Showdown,   A,    177. 

Democratic  campaign   fund. 
Some    Significant    Figures,    275. 

Mr.  Taft's  voting  record. 
Some  Union   Labor  Activities,  405. 
Some  War  Theories,  273. 
Storm  in  the  Balkans,  The,  226. 
There  Is  No  Change,  257. 

The  political  situation. 
Third-Party    Convention,   The,    81. 
This  Week's  Election,  405. 

Bond  issues. 
"Titanic"    Report,    The,    33. 
Too  Much   Referendum,   211. 
Tragedy  of  Not  Stopping,  The,    130. 

The   California   speaker   at   the  Baltimore  con- 
vention. 
Turkish   Collapse,  The,  290. 
"Under   No    Circumstances,"  etc.,   211. 

Progressive  party  promises. 
Utah   Strike,  The,    194. 
Vacant  Post  at  London,  The,  422. 

American   ambassadorship  at  London, 
Wanted— a  Tyrant,   291. 

Affairs  in  Mexico. 
Washington    "Society,"    307. 
Wilson  and    Gompers,   50. 
Woman  and  the  Cocktail,  242. 
Women  and  Chivalry,   162. 
Woman's  Federation,  The,    18. 
Word  of  Caution,  A,  373. 

The  charter  amendments. 
Verba    Buena,    307. 

EDITORIAL  NOTES. 

Action  of  Congress  to  "Put  Taft  in  a  Hole,"  115. 

Ballot  Complication  in  the  Massachusetts  Pri- 
maries, A,  83. 

Bossism  in  the  Bull-Moose  Convention,    115. 

Building  of  the  Six  New  Torpedo  Boats,  The,  375. 

Bull-Moose  Campaign  Directly  Under  the  Hand  of 
Mr.  Roosevelt,  131. 

Bull-Moose  Party,  The.   407. 

Bull-Moose  Policy  in  Idaho.  The,  67. 

Case  of  Mr.  Kellaher,  The,  179. 

Complicated  Voting,   147. 

Democratic   State  Central  Committee,  The.   243. 

Dr.  Richard  C.  Maclaurin  Discusses  the  Minimum 
Wage,   Eight-Hour  Law,   3. 

Egotism  of  Mr.  Rudolph  Spreckels,  The,  51. 

English  Suffragette,  The.  407. 

Fall-Out  Between  Governor  Johnson  and  Con- 
gressman Kent,  The,   51. 

Financial  Smash  at  Palo  Alto.  The,  227. 

Forthcoming  Legislature  Will  Meet  in  Two  Ses- 
sions, The,   375. 

Frenchman's  Opinion  of  the  Value  of  the  Isthmian 
Canal,  A,  21!. 


German  Emperor  a  Suitable  Candidate  for  the 
Nobel  Peace  Prize,  179. 

Governor-Elect  Haines,  of  Maine,  Neutral,  179. 

Homer  Lea,  307. 

If  Marshall  Black  Were  in  William  Ralston's 
Place,  211. 

Indian  Race  Not  "Fading  Out,"   179. 

Isthmian   Canal  and   Our  Naval  Efficiency,   375. 

John  L.  Sullivan,  ex-Pugilist,  a  Roosevelt  Worker, 
275. 

Judge  John  Currey,   211. 

Leading  Bull-Moosers  Are  Mostly  Men  with 
Grouches,    131. 

Mayor  Rolph  and  the  Insurance  Companies,  243. 

Mayor  Rolph  to  Have  the  Streets  Cleaned,  83. 

Mikado   of  Japan,   The,   83. 

Mismanagement  of   State   Institutions,    115. 

Monroe    Doctrine,    The,    83. 

Mr.    Beveridee   of   Indiana,    67. 

Mr.  Brand  Whitlock's  Praise  of  Municipal  Govern- 
ment in  Germany,  423. 

Mr.    Connick,    131. 

Mr.   Lorimer's  Trial,   35. 

Mr.  Rolph  to  Investigate  the  Sierra  Water  Supply, 
67. 

Mr.   Roosevelt's  Preference  for  Vice-President,  51. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  Remarks  at  the  Lincoln  Monu- 
ment,   147. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  Solution  of  the  Tariff  Problem, 
195. 

Mr.  Rowell  as  Official  Explainer,   51. 

Mr.  Sanborn,  Chairman  of  the  Republican  County 
Committee,  147. 

Mr.  Taft  Has  Made  a  Record  in  the  Prevention  of 
Wars,  291. 

Mr.  Taft's  Determination  to  Leave  Vacant  the 
Diplomatic  Post  at  London,  423. 

Mrs.  Gertrude  Atherton's  Criticisms,  67. 

Mrs.  Susan  L.  Mills,  407. 

New  York  Police  Department,  The,  83. 

New  York  to  Create  a  "Board  of  Public  Morals," 
291. 

One  of  the  Practical  Defects  of  Our  System,  423. 

"Onward,    Christian   Soldiers,"  243. 

Pardoning  of  C.  W.  Morse,  The,  67. 

Poor   Old    Pardee,   227. 

Portland    a  "Clean  Town,"   131. 

Ouack  Doctor  of  Divinity,  A,  67. 

Recall   in   Oakland,  The,   67. 

Rebuked   by   a   Criminal,    375. 

Republican   Vote,   The,   275. 

Rev.  Walter  II.   Cambridge's  Letter,  407. 

Revival  of  Old  English  Comic  Operas,  82. 

"Rule  of  the  People"  in  Illinois,   179. 

Senator   Borah  of  Idaho,  243. 

Senator  Poindexter's  Bill  to  Abolish  Scientific 
Management,  51. 

Some  Definite  Practical  Vocation  to  Be  Taught  in 
New  York  Public   Schools,    179. 

State  of  Feeling  in   Eastern   Europe.  The,    211. 

Sudden  Conversion  of  the  Chief  Bull  Moose  to 
Woman    Suffrage.   The,    179. 

Tag  Day   for  the  Greeks,    291. 

That   Young  Mr.    Glavis,    195. 

Trial  of  Labor  Leaders  in  Lawrence,  Massachu- 
setts, 211. 

Views  of  Major- General  Wood,  The,  375. 

Whitclaw  Reid,  407. 

Working  of  the  Principle  of  "Rule  of  the  People," 
The,  243. 

THE  COSMOPOUTAN. 

Abdul  Hamid  Hopes  to  Regain  His  Former  Es- 
tate,  148. 

Absurd  Statements  of  General  Homer  Lea,  180. 

Alienist,    The,    132. 

Alliance  Between  France  and  Russia,  360. 

All  the  Armies  of  Europe  Playing  the  War  Game, 
196. 

Alsace   Displeases  the  German  Emperor,  84. 

America  Again  at  Variance  with  the  Russian 
Government,   68. 

America  Necessarily  Involved  in  a  War  Between 
England  and  Germany,  132. 

American   Cardinals,    196. 

Amulets,    116'. 

Andrew   Lang  Objects  to   Biographies,    100. 

Anecdote  of  Bermuda,  An,  392. 

Another  "Life  of  Joan  of  Arc,"  68. 

Artificial    Rubber,   20. 

Assassination  of  Senor  Canalejas,  376. 

Attitude  of  the  Royal  Mind  Toward  the  Assassina- 
tion of  a  King,  244. 

Australia  to  Spend  $60,000,000  in  a  Navy,  164. 

Austria's  Grievance  Against   Servia,    392. 

Austria's    Falling  Birthrate,    68. 

Aviation  Hymn,  An,  212. 

Balkan    War    Began    Centuries   Ago,    The,    392. 

Balkan  War  Likelv  to  Definitely  Test  the  Aero- 
plane, The,  276. 

Baron   Marshall   von    Biebcrstein,   244. 

Battle  of  Kumanovo,  The,   360. 

Bishop  of  Manchester's  Warning,  The,   360. 

Body  of  Napoleon,  The,  36. 

Bonus  of  $25  to  All  Mothers  of  Babies  in  Aus- 
tralia. A,   324. 

Books,  Their  Use  and   Abuse,  292. 

Boy  Scout  Movement,  The,  424. 

Bulgarian    Sentiment,    408. 

Burning  of   Moscow,   The,    276. 

Camorra  Trial,  The,  20. 

Canadian  Schoolboy  Who  Refused  to  Promise  Al- 
legiance to  the  Stars  and  Stripes,   292. 

Census  in  the  Different  Countries  of  the  World, 
100. 

Change  from  Bcll-Rineing  to  Hand-Wringing  in 
Popular  Wars,    The.   376. 

Changing  the  Inclination  of  the  Earth's  Axis,  244. 

Character  of  the  Late  Empress  of  China,  The,  360. 


Chatalja  Forts,  The,  360. 

Christian   Prayers   for   General    Nogi,   244. 

Christianity,   424. 

Classical     Fairy     Storv     Teller,     Charles     Pcrrault, 

The,   276. 
Compensation  Law  in  Action,  The,  20. 
Compulsory  Military  Training,  4. 
Congo    Missionaries,    The,    424. 
Connection    Between    Sir    Francis    Drake   and    San 

Francisco,    292. 
Conscription  in  England,   100. 
Cost  of  a   European  War,  The,   408. 
Countess  Paido-Bazan   Excluded  from  the    Spanish 

Academy,  36. 
Cremation,    164. 
Crystal   Palace,  The,  68. 
Cuban    Government,    The,    212. 
Curious  Coincidence,  A,  20. 
Curious    Documents    Found    Among    the    Mexican 

Archives,  52. 
Danger  of  War,  The,  408. 

Date  of  Opening  the  Panama  Canal,  The,  228. 
Demagogue  and  History',  The,   164. 
Democracy  and  Tyranny,  212. 
Demoralization     of     the     Turkish     Military     Spirit, 

424. 
Different  Advertising  for  Different  Countries,   180. 
Difficulties    Connected    with     Compulsory     Military 

Service,  228. 
Division  of  Poland,  The,  324. 
Doctors    of   England    Revolt   Against    the   National 

Insurance  Act,    132. 
"Doles"'    System,    The,    116. 
Doubt  as  to   the  True    Schiller   Remains,    52. 
Dr.  Alfred  Russell  Wallace  Denies  Advocating  the 

Study  of  Eugenics,   132. 
Drawbacks   to    Military    Conscription,    100. 
Dr.    Erasmus    Darwin's   Prediction  of   the  Airship, 

84. 
Dresden  Madonna  versus  a  Live  Babv,  The,  260. 
Dr.    Robert  Bell   Deprecates  the  Use"  of  the  Knife 

in  Cancer  Cases,  4. 
Duties  Incident  to  the   Position  of  Consul-General 

of  the   United    States  in    London,   292. 
Education  of  the  Child  of  the  Future,  The.  244. 
Effort  to  Excavate  the  Baths  of  Caracalla,  276." 
Egypt  to  Be  Declared   a  Kingdom,    196. 
Ellis    Island    Authorities,    292. 
English   Dramatic    censor.  The,  424. 
Environment  Wining  Out  Inherited  Traits,  292. 
Eskimo    Life,    212. 
Eternal   Punishment,   52. 
Eugenics  to  Be  Included  in  the  School   Course  in 

England,   392. 
Eugenist    Has    Fallen    Upon    Evil    Days,    The,    196. 
European   Spy  Mania,  292. 
Europe's  Debt  of  Gratitude  to  the  Balkan  People, 

260. 
Exclusion    Law  in  France.   The,    132. 
Execution    of    Turkish    Murderers    of    Christians, 

The,  276. 
Ex-Presidents  of  China,  The,  36. 
Extracts    from    a    Report    of   War   in    the    Balkans 

Thirtv-Five   Years   Ago,   324. 
"Faking"    Rare  Books,    408. 

False  Predictions  of  Military  Experts,  The,  324. 
Fez,  The,  308. 

Financial    Conditions    in    Italy    Reported    Satisfac- 
tory,  424. 
First  Interview  with   Li  Hung  Chang,  The,  392.  . 
Floor  of  the  Sea  Slowly  Rising,  The,   68. 
Fortune  of  Louis  Botha  of  South  Africa,   148. 
France    to    Suppress    the    Advertising    Sign-Boards, 

180. 
French    Socialist,   The,    392. 
Fresh    Batch   of    Napoleonic    Letters,    100. 
Gamier,   the   Automobile  Bandit,   68, 
Gautier's   Absent-Mindedness,    164. 
General   Nogi's   Attempts  at   Suicide,    308. 
Gentle    Art   of    Assassination,    The,    100. 
Gentleman    Burglar.    The,    164. 
German    Emperor  Half  an  Englishman,  The,   52. 
German   Emperor's  Visit  to  the  Swiss,  The,   196. 
Germanv  Deplores  a  Waning  Birthrate,  36. 
Ghosts  at    Sea,   132. 
Good    Stories  of  Andrew    Lang,    148. 
Government  of  Cvprus.  The,  4. 
"Grave  Offense" 'in  Russia,  A,  360. 
Herbert    Spencer   Had    No    Love    for    the    Free    Li- 
brary, 292. 
Heredity,    116. 

Hereditv    and    Environment,    228. 
Hindu  Women,    392. 
Hindu's    Ideas    on    the    Suffrage    Movement,    The, 

260. 
Historv  of  the  Present  Day  Descrihcd  Five  Years 

Hence,   324. 
I  low    Little    We    Know    of    Actual    Events    in    the 

Political    World,    148. 
How     to     Understand     the     News     in     a     Mexican 

Newspaper,   68. 
"Hundred    Best    Books."    The,    308. 
Hydrophobia.   20. 
Ibsen's    Antipathies,    36. 

Illiterates  in  Italy  to  Be  Allowed  to  Vote,  36. 
Illiterates   in    thcMaiority  of   Voters   in   Italy,    180. 
Til-Treatment  of  the  Koreans  by  the  Japanese,  424. 
Increased    Cost  of  Commodities  in  Japan,  228. 
Increased    Demand    for   Serious    Books   in    England, 

148. 
Independent  State  of  Liechtenstein,  The,  244. 
Tnlernritinnal   Congress  of   Eugenics,    116. 
Is   the  Human    Race  Increasing   in   Stature?    84. 
Tack  Tohnson  and  the  Federal  Authorities.  4. 
Tane  Austen,   228. 

Tapanese  and  the   Moving  Picture,   The,    180. 
Japanese   National    Anthem,    The,    1 16. 
Japanese   Physicians   of   the    Emperor.    148. 
Khedive  of  Egvnt  a  Man  of  Some  Mental    Attain- 
ments,  132. 


THE  ARGONAUT-VOL.  LXXI 


award  in  His  True. Colore,     324. 
King  George's  Struggle  Against  Popularity,  4. 
King  of  ifalv   to   Adopt   Ibe   T.tle   of    Roman  Em- 
peror, The,  308. 

Smarting  Waging  tf.be  Socialist  in  1848,  68. 

Late    Pere    Hyacinthe.    Ihe,    5_. 

Leigh    Hunt's    Daughter,    148. 

Life  Produced  Artificially,   196.  .       ,„, 

Lillian  Nichia's  Reminiscences  of   Rubinstein,   392. 

Literary   Statesman,  The.    132. 

Literature  in   Turkey,   -44. 

Lord    Rosebery,   408.     _  „ 

Loss  of  the  P    &  O.  Liner  "Oceana.     20. 

Macedonian  Christians   the  Most  Cowardly  People 

in  the  World,  Ihe,  260. 
Making    Fun   of    Eugenics,    148. 
Maktar   Pasha   Again    Ueleatcd     292 
Massenet's   Speculations  on   Death,    "8. 
Maternity  Allowance  in  Australia,   36.  -6U. 
M    Clemenceau   Ridicules  the  Idea  of  the   Recall, 

ial'to   Wilbur  Wright,   A,   36. 
Milk    Supply   in   Madrid,   Ihe,   84. 
Ms  Rider -Haggard  and, the  Sea  Serpent     100. 
Money  in  the  Castle  of  Spandau,  The,  84. 
vtnsnue   of    St.    Sophia,    The,   260. 

,n    OsclerV  Interview   with   the   Sultan  of 

Turkey,  3To. 
Mr.  Ameen  Riham  of  New  York    116. 
Mr    Bernard  Shaw's  Mental  Workshop,  20. 
Mr!   Roosevelt  Invited  to  China,  4. 
Mr    S     R.    Crockett's  Library,   308. 
Mrs    Annie  Besanfs  Warning  to  the  Militant  Suf- 
fragette,  276. 
Nana  Sahib,  408. 

Napoleon   and    Mme.  de  Stael,  408. 
Now  eon  Did  Not  Die  at  St.  Helena,  260. 
Neii   President  of  the  French  Republic,  The,  360. 
Nicaragua,   196. 
Nobel  Peace  Prize,  The,   360. 
Official    Court    Bui  etins,    305. 
Offir  i    Positions  in  China  Not  Remunerative,  4. 
One  of  the Lesser  Dangers  of  the  War  in  Eastern 

Only  aESmaPn'Body  of  Chinese  Women  Want  Suf- 

Organized' Oaciue   in   London   Theatres,    The     132. 

Ouf  Methods  of  Teaching  Foreign  Languages    *U. 

■■Ownership"   of  the  Panama  Zone,   The,   164. 

Pan-Islamic  Movement,  Ihe,  plZ- 

Passport  Now  Needed  in  Italy,  The,   68. 

Peace  of  the  World,  The,  228. 

Peruvian    Missions,    148. 

Precise  Status  of  the  Russian  Jew,  The    20. 

Predictions  of  Mme    Thebes  of  Pans,  424 

Present  Causes  of  Popular  Discontent,  228. 

Present    Superfluity  of   Nuns,   The,   52. 

President  of  the  Swiss  Republic,   196. 

Professor  Mctchnikoff  Maligned,  4.  . 

Propriety  of  Celebrating  the  Birth  Anniversary  of 
lean  Jacques  Rousseau,  4.  _    . 

Proposed  Tunnel  Between  Great  Britain  and 
France,  A,   196. 

Public  Statues  in   France,    180. 

Oueen  Christina  of  Spain,  100. 

Queen  Wilhelmina's  Claim  to  French  Blood  Dis- 
puted, 20.  _    .      . 

Queen  of  Holland's  Recent  Visit  to  Paris,  4. 

R^sh    Literarv    Critics,   308.  _  . 

Relsor i  \Vh?  Americans  Are  Hated  in  Cuba  ana. 
Panama,  The,    180.  . 

Rehabilitation  of  the  Character  of  Robespierre,  A, 

"Religious   Liberty"    in    France,    84. 

Religious  Persecution  in  fapain,    l16- 

Reminiscences  of  Maurice  Dreyfus,   196. 

Republics  in  Europe,  100. 

Respectable  Appearance  of  New  York  Thugs,    Ihe, 

Results  Obtained  at  Sham  Battles,  228. 
Reversed    Opinions,    392. 
Rubber  Fields  of  Peru,  The,   132. 
Rubber-Producing,    52.       „,..,_         ,      ,no 
Rudyard  Kipling's  First  Political  Speech,   308. 
Russia    to    Seize    an    Ice-Free    Port    on    the    Nor- 
wegian  Coast,    148. 
Saracen's  Head  Inn   in  London,    164. 
Sarah   Bernhardt's  "Deaths,"  244. 
Saving  of  Life  at  Sea.   The,    132. 
"=ay"  of  Women   in   Matters  of  Peace  and    Wai, 

The,   376.  „„  .  t    „, 

Search    Being    Made    for    the    Meteor    Which    Was 
Responsible    for    the    Coon    Butte,    Arizona, 
84. 
Sea  Serpents,    116. 
Selling  Plots  to   Story  Writers,  52. 
Servian  Women,  292. 
Shakespeare    Wrote  the    Psalms,   212 
Shakespeare's  Gloves  in  Existence,  376. 
Shrewdness  of  Foulques  de  Neuilly,  Ihe,  4. 
Simultaneous    Publication    of    Recent    Literary    La- 
bors of  Maurice  Maeterlinck  and  His  Wife, 
292. 
Sir  Sidney  Lee  Discusses  Biographies,  424. 
Soldiers  of  Fortune,  276. 
Southern    European   Immigrant,  The,  84. 

I   of  Socialism,  The,  408. 
Spv  Mania  in  Europe,  The,  52. 
Statue  to  the   Memory  of  Heine,   A,    164. 
Stolen  Chinese  Art  Treasures  in  London,  424. 
Submerged   Rocks  in  the  Atlantic  Ocean,    116. 
Suicide  of  General  Nogi,   228.  _ 

Superstitions  Centre  Around  the  Vatican,    36. 
Suppression  of  a  Newspaper  in  Democratic  China, 

The.    260. 
"Swear  Words"  in  Modern  Fiction,  376. 
Switzerland's   Powers  of    Self-Defense,    52. 
Teachings  of  Rousseau,  The,   68. 
Telephones,   244. 

Theory  of  a  Criminal  Type,  The,   180. 
"The  Servant"  in  Novels,  212. 
Ubiquitous   Billboard,   The,    324. 
Ulster   ami    Protestantism,  260. 
Ultimate  Possession  of  Constantinople,  The,  324. 
Unification  of  the  Calendars  of  tbe  World,  228. 
i  able    Biographies,    408. 

i ;*s  Celebrated  Test,  292. 
Voting  Power  of  a  Democracy,  The,   180. 

nd  Revolutions,  308. 
War   Correspondent   Fallen  Upon   Evil  Days,  The, 
360. 

of  the  Bureaucrat,  The,  180. 
"Wearing  of  the  Green,  The,"  180. 
Whale    Fisheries,   20. 

"What  Happened"  to  the  War  Correspondent,  308. 
What    Is  Going  On  in  China,  68. 

ii    Will   Assume  the  Control  of  British 

.    ion. 

DOS,  The,  244,  308. 
Mi    So   Many  Germnn  Children   Commit   Sui- 
cide?   2<>2. 
Why    Military    Experts   Were   Wrong  in   Their   Pre- 
dictions Concerning  the  Turkish  War.  376. 
Why    Mr.    Hammerstein   Failed  in   London,    164. 
Why   Should    Pn.vi.lfnre    IVrmil    Such  Slaughter  in 

l  ,.      . 
William    '!'.  e,    20 

Women   More  Tenacious  ■•(  Life  Than  Men.  276. 
..i     Germany    Once    Occupied    a    Higher 

I 
Rulers  in   India,  36'. 
i 
Word  to  in  Del  msc  of  the  Sensational   News- 

\,  292. 


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Barbary    Coast,    The— Walter    H.    Cambridge, 

407. 
Dillman,  George  L.,  5. 
Does  not  Want  to  Miss  the  "Argonaut  — b.  J. 

Martin,  244. 
Explanation,  An— George  Draper,  244. 
Expresses    His     Sentiments— J.    W.     Waldron, 

244. 
"It     Being     a    Northern     Publication" — R.     I. 

Howe,    131.  _  „.     „ 

"ludges,    the  Lawyers,   and  the    Courts,    Ihe, 

163. 
Mr.    Knox's  Mission— G.  J.  A.,    131. 
Necessity,   A— L.   Larsen,  244.  . 

Not    \fraid  to  Speak  the  Truth— Ihomas  Nei- 

son,  244. 
Taylor,  D.   B.,  5. 


BOOK  REVIEWS. 

•\bolition    Crusade    and    Its    Consequences,    The — 

Hilarv  A.  Herbert,  42. 
Advance  of  Woman,  The— Jane  Johnstone  Christie, 

All    the    World     to     Nothing— Wyndham     Martyu, 

281 
Alma  at  Hadlev  Hall— Louise  M.  Breitenbach    340. 
Alps    as    Seen    by    the    Poets,    The— Edited    by    J. 

Walker    McSpadden,    33S. 
American  Mind,  The— Bliss  Perry,  334. 
Antagonists,   The— E.    Temple  Thurston,   297. 
Apaches  of  New  York,  The— Alfred  Henry  Lewis, 

121- 
Applied  Socialism — John   Spargo,    152. 
Arabian  Nights,  The,   343.  "  " 

Art    of     Effective     Public     Speaking,     The — Ernest 

Pertwee,  42. 
As  He  Was  Born— Tom  Gallon,  341. 
At    the    Court    of    His    Catholic    Majesty— William 

Miller   Collier,   120. 
Baldy  of  Nome— Esther  Birdsall  Darling,  429. 
Beggars  and  Sorners — Allan  McAulay,  121 
Beginnings  of  San  Francisco,  The— Zoeth  bkinner 

'       Eldredge,  234. 
Belgium,    the  Land   of   Art:    Its  History,    Legends, 

Industry,    and    Modern    Expansion — William 

Elliot    Griffis,    338. 
Bell  and  Wing— Frederick  Fanning  Ayer,  138. 
Better    Schools— B.    C.    Gregory,    264. 
Black   Pearl,    The — Mrs.    Wilson   Woodrow,    201. 
Blue  Wall,  The — Richard  Washburn  Child,  9. 
Book  of  Baby  Birds,  The— E.  J.   Detmold,    343. 
Book  of  Scoundrels,  A — Charles  Whibley,   42. 
Books  and   Bookmen— Ian    Maclaren,    333. 
Borderland,  The— Robert  Halifax,   168. 
Both    Sides    of    the    Shield — Major    Archibald    W. 

Butt,  U.  S.  A.,  122.  . 

Boys'  Parkman,  Tht: — Compiled  by  Louise  S.  Has- 

brouck,   343. 
Brief     History     of     Modern     Philosophy,     A — Dr. 

Harold  Hoffding,   339. 
By-Paths  in  Collecting — Virginia  Robie,  337. 
Bypaths  in  Dixie — Sarah  Johnson   Cocke,    138. 
Byways  of  Paris,  Tht; — George  Cain,  24. 
Byzantine    Empire,    The — Edward    Foord,    265. 
Captain  Unafraid,  A— Set  Down  by  Horace  Smitn, 

137. 
Caviare — Grant    Richards,    341. 
Champ  Clark— W.  L.  Webb,  104. 
"Charge  It '—Irving   Bacheller,    186. 
Chautauqua  Boy   in   '61   and  Afterward — David    B. 

Parker,     with     an     introduction     by     Albert 

Bushnell  Hart,  Ph.  D.,  LL.  D.,  Litt.  D.,  23. 
Cheiro's  Memoirs,   232. 
Child   Labor  in  City    Streets— Edward   N.    Clopper, 

Ph.   D.,   312. 
Children    at    Play    and    Other    Sketches— Rose    M. 

Bradley,  137. 
Children  of  Alsace,  The — Rene  Eazm,  185. 
China     in      Transformation — Archibald    R.     Colqu- 

houn,  42. 
Chinese  Revolution,  The— Arthur  J.  Brown,  89. 
Christ  Among  the  Cattle — Frederic   Rowland  Mar- 
vin, 57. 
Christmas        Honeymoon,        A — Frances        Aymar 

Mathews,    429. 
Chronicles  of  Avonlea— L.  M.  Montgomery,  201. 
Church  and  Society,  The — R.  Fulton  Cutting,  LL. 

D.,  9. 
Citadel,  The — Samuel  Merwin,    153. 
Citizens    Made    and    Remade — William    R.    George 

and  Lyman  Beecher  Stowe,  334. 
Closing  Net,  The— Henry  C.  Rowland,  396. 
Colonial  Homes  of  Philadelphia  and  Its  Neighbor- 
hood, The — Harold   Donaldson  Eberlein  and 

Horace  Mather  Lippincott,    380. 
Complete     Poetical     Works    of     Geoffrey     Chaucer, 

The,  429. 
Concentration   and   Control — Charles  R.   Van  Hise, 

Conquest"  for    California    in    1861,    The— Elijah    R. 

Kennedy,   313. 
Control    of    Trusts,    The — John    Bates    Clark    and 

John  Maurice  Clark,   202. 
Corporal    Cameron — Ralph    Conner,    413. 
Court  of  St.  Simon,  The — Anthony  Partridge,  216. 
Critical   and    Exegetical    Commentary  on   the    Book 
of    Isaiah,    A — Dr.    George    Buchanan    Gray, 
D.   D.,    Litt.    D.,    and    Dr.    Arthur    S.    Peake, 
D.    D.,   265. 

Current  Readings  in  United  States  History — 
Edited  by  Charles  L.  Barstow,  41. 

Daddy-Long-Legs — Jean   Webster,    248. 

Daughter  of  David  Kerr — Harry  King  Tootle,  336*. 

David  Garrick  and  His  French  Friends — Frank  A. 
Hedgcock,    Docteur    es    Lettres,    Paris,    87. 

Davidee  Birot — Rene  Bazin,  202. 

Day  of  the  Saxon,  The — Homer  Lea,    88. 

Democratic  Mistake,  The — George  Arthur  Sedg- 
wick,  248. 

Development  of  Religion  and  Thought  in  Ancient 
Egypt — James  Henry  Breasted,  Ph.   D.,  312. 

Dew-Pond,  The — Charles  Marriott,   41. 

Dictionary  of  the  Character  and  Scenes  in  the 
Stories  and  Poems  of  Rudyard  Kipling, 
1886-1911,  A — W.  Arthur  Young,    168. 

Do    Something! — Herbert   Kaufman,    334. 

Drama  of  Love  and  Death,  The: — Edward  Carpen- 
ter,   216. 

Drifting  Diamond,  The — Lincoln  Colcord,  366. 

Ebb  and   Flow — Mrs.    Irwin    Smart,   341. 

Egyptian    Days — Philip    Sanford    Marden,    338. 

Elsie    Lindtner — Karin    Michaelis    Stangeland,    216. 

English  Philosophers  and  School  of  Philosophy — 
Tames  Seth,  M.  A.,  297. 

Ensign    Russell— David   Gray,   201. 

Ephebic  Oath  and  Other  Essays,  The— Alexander 
McAdie,  380. 

Everlasting   Mercy,   The — John  Masefield,  248. 

Everybody's  St.  Francis — Maurice  Francis  Egan, 
339. 

Everyman's    Library— Ernest    Rhys,    13S. 

Evolution  of  Industry.  The — D.  H.  Macgregor,  24. 

Evolution  nf  Literature,  The — A.  S.  Mackenzie, 
281. 

Family  in  lis  Sociological  Aspects,  The — James 
Quaylc  Dealey,  Ph.   D.,  312. 

Famous  Houses  and  Literarv  Shrines  of  Loudon 
—A.  St.  John  Adcock,   15!. 

Fate  Knocks  at  the  Door — Will  Levington  Com- 
fort. 9. 

Fathers  of  Men — E.  W.  Hornung,  57. 

Fighting    Blade,    The— Beulah    Marie    Dix.    168. 

First   Love — Louis  Untcrmeyer,   57. 

Flowing    Road,   The — Caspar  Whitney,   280. 

Founders  of  Modern  Psychology- — G.  Stanlev  -Hall, 
Ph.   D.,  LL.   D.,  234. 

France  of  Joan  of  Arc,  The — Lieutenant-Colonel 
Andrew  C.  P.  Haggard,  D.   S.  O.,  248. 

From  Constantinople  to  the  Home  of  Omar 
Khayyam— A.  V.  Williams  Jackson,    136. 


From  My  Hunting  Day-Book — His  Imperial  and 
Royal  Highness  the  Crown  Prince  of  the 
German   Empire  and   of  Prussia,  412. 

Gate  of  Horn,  The— Beulah  Marie  Dix,  248. 

Gateways  to  Literature — Brander  Matthews,  396. 

George  Bernard  Shaw — Archibald  Henderson,   200. 

George  Palmer  Putnam — George  Haven  Putnam, 
Litt.   D.,  263. 

George  Wendern  Gave  a  Party — John  Inglis,  89. 

Georgette — Marion   Hill,   24. 

Germans,  The— I.  A.  R.  Wylie,  281. 

Goligbtlys,  Father  and  Son,  The — Laurence  North, 
216. 

Good  Girt,  The— Vincent  O'Sullivan,  341. 

Gordon  Craig,  Soldier  of  Fortune — Randall  Par- 
rish,   429. 

Great  American  Writers — W.  T.  Trent  and  John 
Erskine,  341. 

Great  Religions  of  the  World — By  various  writers, 
138. 

Great  Wall  of  China,  The— William  Edgar  Geil, 
F.  R.  G.   S.,  137. 

Gulliver's  Voyages  to  Lilliput  and  Brobdingnag — 
Jonathan   Swift,   336. 

Halcyone — Elinor   Glyn,    168. 

Hamlet  Problem  and  Its  Solution,  Tbe — Emerson 
Venable,   281. 

Henrik  Ibsen— Otto  Heller,    105. 

Heredity  in  Relation  to  Eugenics — Charles  Bene- 
dict  Davenport,    414. 

Her  Soul  and  Her  Body — Louise  Closscr  Hale, 
282. 

History  of  German  Civilization — Ernst  Richard, 
Ph.    D.,    121. 

Hollow     of    Her     Hand,     The— George     Barr     Mc- 

Home  Life  in  Germany — Mrs.  Alfred  Sidgwick, 
72. 

House  of  a  Thousand  Welcomes,  The — E.  R.  Lip- 
sett,   73. 

House  of  Pride,  The — Jack  London,  25. 

House  of  Silence,  The — Gordon  Holmes,   122. 
Cutcheon,    265. 

How  Phcebe  Found  Herself — Helen  Dawes  Brown, 
297. 

How  to  Get  Your  Pay  Raised — Nathaniel  C. 
Fowler,  Jr.,  334. 

In    a    Portuguese    Garden    and    Other    Verse — Cara 

E.  Whiton-Stone,  24. 

In  Cotton  Wool— W.   B.  Maxwell,   169. 

Indians  of  the  Terraced  Houses,  The — Charles 
Francis   Saunders,   216. 

Inheritance — Josephine   Daskam    Bacon,    233. 

In  Her  Own  Right — John   Reed  Scott,    10. 

Inner   Flame,  The — Clara  Louise   Burnham,  365. 

In    Search  of  Arcady — Nina  Wilcox   Putnam,    185. 

International  Mind,  The — Nicholas  Murray  But- 
ler, 334. 

Interpretation  in  Song — Harry  Plunket  Greene, 
342. 

In  the  Guiana  Forest:  Studies  of  Nature  in  Rela- 
tion to  the  Struggle  for  Life — James  Rod- 
way,   F.  L.    S.,   88. 

In  the  Heart  of  tbe  Vosges — Miss  Betham  Ed- 
wards,   185. 

Isle  of  Strife,  The— George  C.  Shedd,  10. 

Japanese  Gardens — Mrs.  Basil  Taylor,  396. 

Jewel  of  the  Seas,  A — Jessie  Kauffman,  233. 

Journal  of  a  Sporting  Nomad,  The — J.  T.  Studlcy, 
247. 

Kallikak  Family,  The — Henry  Herbert  Goddard, 
Ph.   D.,  233. 

Knight-Errant,  The — Robert  Alexander  Wason, 
152. 

Lady  of  the  Lane,  The — Frederick  Orin  BartleLt, 
281. 

Lafcadio  Hearn — Edward  Thomas,  297. 

Last  Episode  of  the  French  Revolution,  The — Er- 
nest Belfort  Bax,  9. 

Last    Resort,    The — H.    F.    Prevost    Battersby,    336. 

Later  Letters  of  Edward  Lear — Edited  by  Lady 
Stachey,  167. 

Less  Than  the   Dust — M.  A.  Hamilton,  340. 

Life  of  Bret  Harte,  The — Henry  Childs  Merwin, 
40. 

Life-Boat    and    Its    Story,    The— Noel    T.    Methley, 

F.  R.  G.  S.,  337. 

Life    of    Michael    Angelo,    The — Romain    Rolland, 

362. 
Life's  Basis  and  Life's  Ideal — Rudolf  Eucken,    57. 
Lincoln's    Own    Stories — Collected    and    edited    by 

Anthony  Gross,  430. 
Loeb     Classical     Library,     The — Edited     by    T.     E. 

Page,  M.  A.,  and  W.  H.  D.  Rouse,  Litt.  D„ 

413. 
London's    Underworld — Thomas  Holmes,    88. 
Long  Patrol,  The— H.  A.   Cody,-  381. 
Lost  World,  The — A.  Conan  Doyle,  336. 
Low   Society — Robert  Halifax,    153. 
Making  of    Poetry,    The— Arthur   H.    R.    Faircbild, 

Ph.   D.,    137. 
Making     of     Western     Europe,     The — C.      R.      L. 

Fletcher,  M.  A.,  168. 
Majority     Rule     and     the     Judiciary — William     L. 

Ransom,    266. 
Man  in  Lonely  Land,   The — Kate  Langley  Bosher, 

202. 
Man   Who   Reaps,  The — Katherine  Jones,    137. 
Man's  World,  A— Albert  Edwards,  201. 
Marcus  Alonzo  Hanna:  His  Life  and  Work — Her- 
bert Croly,   73. 
Marie— H.    Rider   Haggard,    121. 
Marriage— H.  G.  Wells,  264. 
Mary  Pechell— Mrs.   Belloc  Lowndes,  248. 
Mastering  Flame — Anon,   186. 
Mayfield — Vincent   Brown,    104. 
Memories  of  James   McNeil   Whistler — Thomas    R. 

Way,  215. 
Milestones — Arnold     Bennett     and     Edward     Kno- 
blauch, 336. 
Molly  McDonald — Randall  Parrish,  41. 
Montessori    System,    The — Dr.    Theodate  L.    Smith, 

201. 
Mornings    with    Masters    of    Art — H.    H.    Powers, 

Ph.   D.,   396. 
Moth,   Tht; — William  Dana  Orcutt,    185. 
Motor  Journeys — Louise  Closser  Hale,  349. 
Moving     Pictures :     How     They     Are     Made     and 

Worked — Frederick  A.  Talbot,  56. 
Mr.  Achilles — Jennette  Lee,  413. 
My    Friendship    with    Prince    Hohenlohe — Baroness 

von  Hedermann,   152. 
Nature's  Harmonic  Unity — Samuel  Colman,  N.  A., 

339. 
Net,  The— Rex  Beach,  312. 
Next   Religion,  The — Israel  Zangwill,  298. 
New  China,   The— Henri  Borel.  338. 
New  Historv,  The — James  Harvey  Robinson,  41. 
New  Immigration,  The — Peter   Roberts,  281. 
New    Industrial    Day,    The — William    C.    Redfield, 

334. 
Night  of  Fires,  The— Anatolc  Le  Braz,  56. 
No    Surrender — Constance    Elizabeth    Maud,    297. 
Odd   Numbers— Scwell    Ford,    89. 
Old    English    Libraries — Ernest  A.    Savage,   41. 
Olympian,  The — James  Oppenheim,   24S. 
On    Emerson    and    Other    Essays— Maurice    Maeter- 
linck,   334. 
One   Man's   View — Leonard    Merrick,   413. 
Ordeal,    The:    A   Mountain    Romance  of  Tennessee 

—Charles   Egbert    Craddock,    381. 
Our    Country    Life — Florence    Kinsley   Hutchinson, 

430. 
Our    Tudicial  Oligarchy— Gilbert  E.  Roc,  56. 
Outlines    of    the    History    of    German    Literature — 

John   G.    Robertson,  248. 
Palmers    Green — Stewart    Caven,    340. 
Party     Book,      The — Winifred      Fales     and      Mary 

Nortbend,  343. 
Path    of    the    Conquistadores — Lindon    Bates,    Jr., 

296. 
Paul's  Paragon — W.  E.  Norris,   168. 
Penitent,   The — Rene  Bazin,    137. 
Permanent  Uncle,  The — Douglas  Goldring,  89. 


Personal  Traits  of  Abraham  Lincoln — Helen  Nico- 

lay,   429. 
Peter  Ramus  and  the   Educational    Reformation  of 
the     Sixteenth     Century — Frank     Pierrepont 
Graves,   336. 
Philosophy  -of  Schiller   in    Its  Historical    Relations, 

The— Emil  Carl  Wilm,  Ph.  D.,   168. 
Fhysiology    of    Faith    and    Fear,    The — William    S. 

Sadler,  M.  D.,  57. 
Pigeon,  The — John  Galsworthy,  88. 
Plays,    by     Anton     Tchekoff — Translated     from    the 

Russian  by  Marian  Fell,  342. 
Pleasuring     of      Susan      Smith,      The — Helen      M. 

Winslow,    153. 
Poems  of  Rosamund  Marriott  Watson,  313. 
Poetical   Works  of  William    B.    Yeats,    342. 
Postmaster,    The — Joseph    C.    Lincoln,    88. 
Prelude  to  Adventure,  The — Hugh  Walpole,  201. 
President's  Cabinet,  The— Henry  Harrett  Learned, 

121. 
Price   She   Paid,   The— David    Graham   Phillips,    73. 
Primitive  Christianity  and  Early  Criticisms — A.   S. 

Garretson,   430. 
Principal  Girl,  The— J.  C.   Snaith,  104. 
Priscilla's   Spies — G.  A.    Birmingham,  265. 
Prisoner    of    War    in    Virginia,    1864-5,    A — George 

Haven  Putnam,   Litt.   D.,  217. 
Promise   of   the    Christ    Age   in    Recent    Literature, 
The — William    Eugene    Mosher,    Ph.    D.,    56. 
Provincial     American,     The — Meredith     Nicholson, 

334. 
Purchasing  Power  of  Money,  The:   Its  Determina- 
tion   and    Relation    to    Credit,    Interest,    and 
Crises — Irving    Fisher,    152. 
Queen    of    tbe    Guarded    Mounts — John    Oxenham, 

152. 

Race    Improvement — La    Reine    Helen    Baker,    297. 

Raphael    Book,    The:    An    Account  of    the    Life    of 

Raphael   Santo  of  Urbino   and  His  Place  in 

the    Development    of    Art,    Together    with    a 

Description    of    His    Paintings    and    Frescos, 

342. 

Recollections  of  Guy  de  Maupassant — By  his  valet 

Francois,   55. 
Red  Cross  Girl,  The— Richard  Harding  Davis,  248. 
Red  Lane,   The — Holman  Day,  264. 
Red    Revenge— Charles    E.    Pearce,    121. 
Reef,  The— Edith  Wharton,  397. 
Relations    of    the    United    States    and    Spain,    The: 
Tlie    Spanish- American    War — French    Ensor 
Chadwick,  Rear-Admiral,  U.  S.  N.   (retired), 
168. 
Reminiscences      of      a      Diplomatist's      Wife — Mrs. 

Hugh  Fraser,  428. 
Rich    Mrs.    Burgoyne,    The — Kathleen    Norris,    264. 
Roadmender,    The — Michael   Fairless,    336. 
Rodin— Muriel   Ciolkowska,   349. 
Rolling  Stone,   A — B.    M.    Croker,  24. 
Romance    of    Sandro    Botticelli,    Woven    from    His 

Paintings — A.   J.    Anderson,    311. 
Romance  of  Words,  The — Ernest  Weekley,   M.  A., 

265. 
Romantic  Days  in  the  Early  Republic — Mary  Caro- 
line  Crawford,   328. 
Rome — W.   Wardc  Fowler,   M.   A.,    89. 
Roses  of  Crcin,  The — Beryl  Symong,    185. 
Rudra — Arthur  J.    Westermayr,    336. 
Russian    Wonder    Tales — Post    Wheeler,    Litt.    D., 

340. 
Saddle  and  Camp  in  the  Rockies:  An  Expert's  Pic- 
ture   of    Game    Conditions    in    the    Heart   of 
Our  Hunting  Country — Dillon  Wallace,   184. 
Science  of  the  Sea — Edited  by  G.  Herbert  Fowler, 

B.   A.,   Ph.    D.,   F.   L.    S.,  etc.,   249. 
Scum    o'     the     Earth     and     Other     Poems — Robert 

Flaven   Schauffler,  349. 
Secret  of  Frontellac,  Tbe — Frank  K.  Scribner,  216. 
Sentence  of  Silence,  The — Reginald  Wright  Kauff- 
man,  216. 
Shakespeare's  English  Kings — Thomas  Carter,  339. 
Shakespeare's  Tragedy  of  "Romeo  and  Juliet,"  430. 
Sheriff  of  Badger,  The — George  Pattullo,  25. 
She  Stoops  to  Conquer — Oliver  Goldsmith,  397. 
Short    History    of    Ancient    Egypt,     A — Percy     E. 
Newberry,    M.   A.,    and  John   Garstang,    430. 
Smoke  Bellew — -Tack  London,  233. 
Snake.  Tbe— F.  Inglis  Powell,  429. 
Social  Aspects  of  Education — Irving  King,  Ph.  D., 

25. 
Social    Life    in    the  'Insect    World — J.    H.    Fabre, 

translated  by  Bernard    Miall.    103. 
Social    Pathology — Samuel    George    Smith,    Ph.    D., 

LL.    D.,    334. 
Social     Reform     and     the     Constitution — Frank    J. 

Goodnow,    LL.    D.,    137. 
Socialism    and    the    Great    State — Various    writers, 

152. 
Some   Books   for   Children,    343. 
Soul  of  a  Tenor,  The— W.  J.  Henderson,  396. 
Sources   of    Religious    Insight,    The — Tosiah    Royce, 

Ph.    D.,    LL.    D.,    104.  430. 

South    American    Archaeology — T.   Athol   Joyce,    24. 
Spanish    Sketches — Edward    Penfield,    217. 
Spell    of    France,    The — Caroline    Atwater    Mason, 

185. 
Squirrel-Cage,  The — Dorothv  Canfield,  216. 
Stake,   The— Jay  Cady,    104." 

Star-Treader    and    Other    Poems,    The — Clark    Ash- 
ton  Smith,   36. 
Strangling  of  Persia,  The — W.  Morgan  Shuster,  8. 
Street    Called     Straight,     The — By    the    author    of 

"The  Inner  Shrine,"  24. 
Studies  in   Frankness — Caarles  Whibley,    104. 
Sultan's  Rival,   The — Bradley   Oilman.    121. 
Sunken  Submarine,  The — Captain  Danrit,   186. 
Supreme      Court     and     the      Constitution,      The — 

Charles  A.  Beard,  56. 
Swinburne — George  Edward  Wood  Woodberry,  89. 
Tales  of  a  Greek  Island — Julia  D.  Dragoumis,  216. 
Tempting   of    Tavernake,    The — E.    Phillips    Oppen- 
heim, 380. 
Texas    Star,   The — Joseph   Altsheler,    336. 
Three     Wonderlands     of     the     American     West — 

Thomas  D.  Murphy,  281. 
Thy  Rod  and  Thy  Staff — Arthur  Christopher  Ben- 
son,  429. 
Time  Lock,  The— Charles  Edmonds  Walk.  397. 
Tomboy  and  Others,  The — H.  B.  Marriott  Watson, 

152. 
Trois   Villes    Saintes — Emile    Baumann,    121. 
Turnstile,   The — A.    E.   W.   Mason,    56. 
Unofficial  Secretary,  The — Mary  Ridpath  Mann,  9. 
Unquenched    Fire — Alice   Gerstenberg,    122. 
Unseen  Empire — David  Starr  Jordan,  249. 
Unsinkable     "Titanic,"     An — J.     Bernard     Walker, 

216. 
LJpas  Tree,    The — Florence  L.    Barclay,    413. 
War  God,  The — Israel  Zangwill,    169. 
Ways  of  the  Planets,  The— Martha  Evans  Martin, 

381. 
What    Is    and    What    Might    Be — Edmond    Holmes, 

73. 
When   the  Forests  Are  Ablaze — Katharine  B.  Jud- 

son,  341. 
Where  Dorset  Mcets--Devon — Francis  Bicklcy.    138. 
White    Ashes — Sidney    R.    Kennedy    and    Alden    C. 

Noble,  41. 
White    Biackbird.   Tht; — Hudson    Douglas,   397. 
White    Mountain    Trails — Winthrop    Packard,    338. 
White  Waterfall,  The — James  Francis  Dwyer,   152. 
Who?— Elizabeth  Kent,  233. 
Who's     Who     in     Dickens — Compiled     by     Thomas 

Alexander  Fyfe,  336. 
Whv     Go    to     College — Clayton    Sedgwick    Cooper, 

297. 
Wilhelmina    Changes    Her    Mind — Florence    Morse 

Kingsley,  312. 
With  the  Merry  Austrians — Amy  McLaren,  341. 
Woman    and    Social    Progress — Scott    Nearing,    Ph. 
D.,  and    Nellie  M.    S.    Nearing,    M.   A.,   216. 
Woman  in  Modern  Society — Earl  Barnes,  265. 
lieb,   M.   D.,   M.   S.,   56. 


THE  ARGONAUT— VOL.  LXXI 


Woman  in  the  Making  of  America — H.  Addington 

Bruce,   396. 
Woman  of  It,  The — Mark  Lee  Luther,   414. 
Womanhood    and    Race-Regeneration — Mary    Schar- 
Woman's   Winter  in   South  America,   A — Charlotte 

Cameron,    57. 
Works  of  John   M.   Synge.   The,   168. 
World's  Leaders,  The— Edited  by  W.  P.  Trent,  56. 
Year's  Book  for  Boys,  The — Various  authors,  343. 
Your  United  States — Arnold   Bennett,  379. 
Youth  and  the   Race — Edgar  James  Swift,  26S. 
Briefer   Reviews,    9,   25,    41,    56,    73,    88,    104,    121, 

137,   152,    16S,    185,   201,  216,   233.  248,  264, 

2S1,  297,  312,   349,  365,    380,  396,  413,  429. 


STORIES. 

Antonio's   Glory — Frances    Douglas,    262. 
Captain    Barnaby    Comes  Ashore — Frederick   Ferdi- 
nand  Moore,    199. 
Catastrophe,    The — Harry   Cowell,    279. 
Curate  of  Carlow,  The — Harry  Cowell,   395. 
Dream,    The — James    Branch    Cabell,    331. 
Father    John    and    the    Fascinator — Harry    Co  well, 

166. 
Fire-Fighter,    The— Ida    Alexander,    86. 
Futile  Struggle,   A— H.  W.   Miller,  362. 
Gamble  in  Love,  A — Percy  W.  Whitaker,  103. 
In  Dark  Corner — George  S.  Rplands,  246. 
Jake   Opper's    Saidie — Gertrude   B.    Millard,    119. 
Lady  and  the  Diamond,  The — Ida  Alexander,  411. 
Man     Who     Dodged    Work,     The— Charles     Phelps 

Cushing,  295. 
Master,  The — Translated  from  the  French  of  Marc 

Donat,  425. 
Mystery    of    Pirate    Island,    The— Charles    Phelps 

Cushing,   426. 
Old   Shoes  for  Two— Harry  Cowell,   327. 
Omphale:      A      Rococo      Story — Translated      from 

the    French    of    Theophile    Gautier    by    Laf- 

cadio  Hearn,   7. 
Part  of  the  Price — Harry  Cowell,  231. 
.lace  in  the  Fog,  The — W.  J.  Weymouth,  71. 
Scar,  The — George   S.   Rolands,    151. 
Scarred   Steelhead,  The — W.   J.   Weymouth,    134. 
Secrets  of  the  Charthouse,  The — Patrick  Vaux,  38. 
Shot  in  the  Night,   The— Jane  Dahl,    378. 
Something  More  Than  Woman — W.  Edson  Smith, 

214. 
Son  of  a  Sheik,  The,   310. 
Truth     Belated,     The — Charles     Fleming     Erabree, 

182. 
Victor  of  Circumstances,  A — Harry  Cowell,  23. 
Walled-Up  Door,  The — Translated  from  the  French 

of  Honore  de   Balzac,    55. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 

Anon — In  the  Reign  of  the  Emperor  Hwang,  84. 

Anon — Pisidice,  84. 

Anon — Robin  Hood  and  Allen-a-Dale,   424. 

Anon — Santa  Claus,   408. 

Daly,  T.  A. — A  Song  for  October,  196. 

Dobell,   Sydney  Thompson — A  Sleep  Song,  376. 

Domett,  Alfred — A  Christmas  Hymn,  408. 

Gilbert,    W.    S.— 

Gentle  Alice  Brown,  135. 

The  Bumboat  Woman's  Story,  4. 
Halleck,    Fitz-Greene — Marco    Bozzaris,    262. 
Hoffman,   Charles  Fenno — The   Mint  Julep,   360. 
Holmes,    Oliver    Wendell — On    Lending    a    Punch- 
Bowl,  360. 
Hood,   Thomas — Ode  to  Autumn,    196. 
Lang,  Andrew — 

Another  Way,  292. 

Good-By,  292. 

Lost  Love,  292. 

Musette,  84. 
Larcom,  Lucy — Sleep  Song,  376. 
Longfellow,    Henry    Wadsworth — Christmas    Bells, 

408. 
Macaulay,   Thomas  Babington — Naseby,   276. 
Meredith,    Owen — Count    Rinaldo    Rinaldi,    116'. 
Miall,    Bernard — The   Cigale  and  the  Ant,    100. 
Miller,   Joaquin — Como,   308. 
Mitchell,   Dr.    Silas  Weir— The  Sea  Gull,  52. 
Milton,     John — To     the    Lord     General     Cromwell, 

276- 
Monkhouse,   Cosmo — A  Dead   March,  392. 
Motherwell,     William — The      Covenanter's     Battle 

Chant,   276. 
Newbolt,    Henry — The    Moss    Rose,    392. 
Peter,     William — Damon     and     Pythias;     or,     True 

Friendship,    183. 
Rossetti,  Christina  Georgina — Dream  Land,  376. 
Stedman,    Edmund    Clarence — Hypatia,    68. 
Thornbury,    Walter— Rupert's    March,    148. 
Trowbridge,      J.      T. — The      Bell-Buoy     at     Mount 

Desert,  212. 
Wilde,  Oscar — Lotus  Leaves,  52. 


INTAGLIOS. 

Anon — Love  and  Death,   324. 

Browning,    Elizabeth    Barrett — A    Sonnet   from    the 

Portuguese,    324. 
Canton,    William — Laus    Infantium,    164. 


Gordon,    Bertha  F.— To  a  Violin,    164. 
Gosse,    Edmund    William — The    Pipe-Player,    324. 
Keats,  John — The  Last  Sonnet,   324. 
Lee-Hamilton,    Eugene — Sunken    Gold,    164. 
Leroy,    Edward    Cracroft — Rataplan,    164. 
Ross,  Charles  S. — Old  Mothers,   164. 
Rossetti,    Christina   Gabriel — True    Love,    324. 
Shattuck,   William — Silver  and  Lavender,    164. 
Thomson,    John    Stuart — The  Fall    Wind,    164. 
Whittier,  John   Greenleaf — Help,   324. 
Wordsworth,   William — The   Sonnet,  324. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 

Armstrong,    Martin — To   What   End?   42. 

Colum,    Padraic — Irish   Country   Song,  .96. 

Crewe,    Helen    Cole — Daily    Service,    154. 

Davis,    Fanny   Stearns — Holiday,    314. 

De  Bary,   Anna  Bunston — A  Child's  Footprints  on 

the  Way  to  Church,   111. 
Doolan,   Thomas — Fate's   Comedy,    111. 
Dresbach,  Glenn  Ward — A  Vagabond  at  the  Gates, 

207. 
Eberhart,    Nelle   Richmond — -The    Bridal    Morn,    15. 
Friedlaender,    V.    H. — The  Artist,   90. 
Ford,  S.  Gertrude — The  Country  to  the  Town,  239. 
Frost,    Robert — My    November    Guest,    3y6. 
Glacnzer,    Richard    Butler — Yale    Terra    Incognita, 

191. 
Goldring.  Douglas — Canoeing,  314. 
Greer,    Hilton    R. — For    a    Fly-Leaf     of     Lanier's 

Poems,  396. 
Hill,  Clyde  Walton— To  a  Sea- Bird,  207. 
Houghton,     William     Addison — The     Noble     Birth, 

191. 
Howells,  Mildred — Late  Summer,  314. 
Jchnstone,  Gordon — The  Little  Road  o'  Kerry,  296. 
Kemp,   Harry — I   Sing  the  Battle,  31. 
Kilmer,  Joyce — The  Other  Lover,   63. 
King,   Sara — The   Enchantment,   74. 
Kiser,   S.    E.— The   Baby,    111. 
Law,   R.  II.— To  a  Fifty- Year-Old    Man,   42. 
Ledwidge,  F.  E.— Behind  the  Closed  Door,  239. 
Leonard,     William     Ellery — The     Insulting     Letter, 

314. 
Linn,    Edith    Willis — Silence,    63. 
Lowell,   Amy— The  Starling,   31. 
MacLeod,   Fiona — Oceanus,    168. 
Marquis,    Netta — Wild   Mustard,    154. 
Mason,    Edward   Wilbur — 

Poppies  in  the   Wheat,   191. 

The  Far  Country,  296. 
Middleton,    Richard — The  Bathing  Boy,   74. 
M.  L.   W.— The  Queen  of  Hearts,   218. 
Noyes,   Alfred — 

Ben    Jonson's    "New    Song"    at    the    Mermaid 
Tavern,   191. 

The  Burial  of  the  Queen,  90. 
Ogilvie,  Will  H.— 

Black  Wings,  396. 

The  Riding  Camel,   152. 
O  Sheel,  Shaemas — The  Lover  Thinks  of  His  Lady 

in  the  North,  142. 
Peach,   Arthur  Wallace — 

If  I  May  Have  Thee  Near,  15. 

Memories,  42. 
Phillips,    Stephen — Vergil   and    Tennyson,    296. 
Saltus,  Francis  S. — 

La  Manola,   246. 

Seville  by  Moonlight,  246. 

The  Andalusian  Sereno,  246. 
Scollard,  Clinton — The  Harvest,  74. 
Sterling,  George — The   Echo  and  the  Quest,    126. 
Symonds,   Harriet  Whitney — Tomorrow's   Guerdon, 

396. 
Thomas,    Gilbert — Evening:    Irish    Coast,    396. 
Taylor,   Frank — At  Maestricht,  74. 
Watson,    Rosamund    Marriott- — Aubade,    126. 
Wilcox,    Ella  Wheeler— Brotherhood,    15. 
Wilson,    Eleanor   Robbins — Circumstance,    154. 
Wharton,   William  Bakewell — Sir  Walter  Raleigh's 

Farewell   to  His  Wife,   31. 
Wheelock,  John  Hall — On  the  Ferry-Eoat,  63. 


DRAMA. 

Phelps,  Josephine  Hart — 

"A  Eutterfly  on  the  Wheel,"  351. 

"A  Man  on  Horseback,"   123. 

"A  Modern  Eve,"  399. 

"A  Romance  of  the  Underworld,"  2 

"Bought  and  Paid  For,"  171. 

"Cabbages  and  Kings,"  11. 

"Louisiana   Lou,"    27. 

Mr.    Eltinge's   Fascinating   Widow,   29 

Mr.   Hackett's   First   Offering,    58. 

"The  Grain  of  Dust." 
••Officer    666,"    187. 
"Our  Saucy  Ship's  a  Beauty,"  75. 

"H.   M.  S.  Pinafore." 
"Patience"   and   "The   Pirates,"    106. 
"Pomander  Walk,"    155. 
Richard    Strauss's   "Salome,"    250. 
Tarquini   and   "Conchita,"  219. 
"The   Chocolate  Soldier"   Again,    315 
"The  Littlest  Rebel,"   367. 
"The  Melody  of  Youth,"  91. 
"The   Quaker  Girl,"    383. 


"The  Rose  Maid,"  415. 
"The    Rose  of   Panama,"   267. 
The  Symphony  Orchestra,  283. 
"The   Typhoon,"    431. 
"The  Woman,"  251. 

Shoals,  George  L. — 

Barrymore-Barric-Orplieiim,  235. 
Grand   Opera  Once  More,  203. 
J.    K.   Hackett  in    "Samson,"    107. 
Mine.  Kalich  at  the  Orpheum,  91. 
Orphcum  Tragedy  and  Farce,  43. 
Roval  Comic  Opera,  59. 

"The   Mikado." 
"The    Bishop's   Candlesticks,"    75. 
"The  Drums  of  Oude,"  59. 
Wanting  What  You  Get,    139. 

Orpheum. 

CORRESPONDENCE. 

Flaneur — 

Broadway    on    Election    Night,    309. 

"Daughter  of  Heaven,  The,"  277. 

Food   Problems  in   Manhattan,   5. 

Hammerstein's  Grand    Opera  Plans,    133. 

Happy  Relief  from  the  Orchestra,  69. 

Lawyers'    Club   at    Home   Again,    The,   197. 

New  York  Opera  Season  Opened,  325. 

New  York  Prepares  to  Probe,    117. 

New  York  Police  Eruption,  The,  293. 

New  York  Theatre  Misses,   378. 

New   York's  Next  Governor,  229. 

New  York's  New  Theatre,  181. 

Now   York  Police  Drag-Net,  The,  409. 

Pardoned  by  Governor  Dix,  393. 

Red  Hand  in  New  York,  The,  85. 

Shelley,    Henry    C. — 

Ambition  of  a   Duke,   The,    421. 

Another  Novelty  at  Covent  Garden,  53. 

Bacon   and    Bliss,    119. 

Birmingham    Festival,   The,    261. 

Century   of    "Old    Drury,"   A,    279. 

Changing  Paris,    183. 

Comedie  Francaise   Centenary,  A,   295. 

Cyril   Maude's  New    Role,  245. 

Fortieth    Thousand    "Thunderer,"   213. 

Good-By    to    Stationers*   Hall,    86. 

Honoring  the  Pilgrims,    149. 

John    Galsworthy's    Latest,    395. 

L'Affaire  Jean  Jacques,   37. 

London  Book  Letter,  A,   329. 

Lord    Mayor's    Show,   The,   361. 

Midsummer    Shakespeare,    135. 

M.   Le  Bargy's  Defiance,  411. 

New  Palais  Royal,  A,  101. 

Oxford's  Thousandth   Birthday,    71. 

Play  with  a  Purpose,  A,  197. 

Pomp  and  Chivalry,   7. 

Royal  Ascot,  21. 

Silly  Season  Again,  The,   165. 

Triumph  of   Soap,   The,   377, 

Two   Parisian  Plays,   327. 

Wares  of  Autolycus,  231. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Alma-Tadema,  the  Artist,  26. 

Andrew  Lang,  Man  of  Letters,  74. 

Andrew  Lang's  Latest  Y'ears,  104. 

Arnold   Bennett  on   College  Football,    127. 

Banana  in  Legend  and  Fact,  The,    183. 

Cafe    Comedy,    A,    314. 

California    Congressional   Primary    Election,    159. 

Charles  Froman's  Plans  for  Next  Season,   79. 

Closing  of    General    MacArthur's    Career,    170. 

Comedy  of  Middle  Life,  A,  314. 

Continental  Building  and  Loan  in  Difficulties,   111 

Death  of  Robert  Barrett  Browning,  42. 

Gilbert  and  Sullivan  Revivals — Josephine  Hart 
Phelps,    39. 

"Fanny's  First   Play,"   318. 

Foster  and  MacDowetl  Folk  Music,  105. 

Foyer  and  Box-Office  Chat,  11,  27,  43,  59,  74,  90, 
107,  123,  139,  155,  171,  187,  203,  219,  235, 
255,  267,  287,  299,  315,  355,  371,  387,  399, 
419,  435. 

Fruit  and   Flower  Mission,   354. 

Grape  Fete  to  Help  San  Anselmo  Orphanage,  206. 

Gossips  of  Books  and  Authors,  10,  25,  57,  89,  105, 
122,  138,  153,  169,  186,  202,  217,  234,  249, 
265,  282,  297,   312,  349,  380,   398. 

Hat  Our  Fathers  Wore,  The,   154. 

Individualities,  5,  21,  37,  53,  69,  85,  101,  117,  133, 
149,  165,  181,  197,  213,  229,  245,  261,  277, 
293,   309,   325,    361,   377,   393,  409,   425. 

How   "Improving"  Plays  Are   Encouraged,    415. 

Lecocq,   the   Rival  of  Offenbach,    190. 

Making  the  "Popular  Song,"  105. 

McNab  Democrats  Control  County  Convention, 
175. 

Monte  Carlo   Opera  of  Paris,   14. 

Movements  and  Whereabouts,  14,  30,  46,  62,  78, 
94,  110,  126,  142,  158,  174,  190,  206,  222, 
238,  254,  270,  286,  302,  318,  254,  370,  386, 
402,   418,  434. 

Mrs.  Alex  Pantages's  Christmas  Gift  for  Chil- 
dren,   387. 


Museum  of  Preserved  Voices,  A,    14; 

Music   Division  in  the  Public  Library,  The,  207. 

New  Agency  of  French  Line   Steamship   Company, 

126.  F     3 
New  Books  Received,  10,  26,  42,  57,  122,   138,  169, 

156,  202,  217,  233,   249,  266,  282,  298,   313, 
350,  366.  381,   398,   414,   430. 

New   Exhibit  at  the  Museum,  30. 

New  Portrait  of  Mother  Earth,  A— B.  J.  S.  Cahill, 

Notes  and  Gossip,  14,  30,  46,  62,  78,  94,  110,  126, 
142,  158,  174,  190,  206,  222,  238,  254,  270, 
286,   302,   318,   354,  370,  386,   402,  418,  434. 

Political  Comment.  3,  20,  36,  51,  67,  83,  99,  115, 
132,    147,    ISO,    195,  228,  244,  275. 

Record  Not  Easily  Beaten,  A,    170. 

Revival  of  Tapestry  Weaving,  427. 

Rostand  and  His  Future,  90. 

Rousseau  as  a  Composer,    62. 

San   Francisco   Primary  Election    Results,    159. 

San    Francisco   Orchestra   Season,   The,  222. 

Secluded   and   Neglected    Pen,  The — G.    L.    S.,  331. 

Society    Circus   and   Horse   Show,    318. 

Storyettes,    13,    29,    45,    61,    77,   93,    109,    125,    141, 

157.  173,    1S9,   205,  221,  237,   253,  269,  285, 
301,. 317,   353,   369,  385,   401,   417,   433. 

Supreme  Issue,  The — President  Taft,  259. 

Tabloid  Grand  Opera,  271. 

The  Alleged  Humorists,  16,  32,  48,  64,  80,  96,  112 
128,  144.  160,  176,  192,  208,  224,  240,  256, 
272,  288,  304,  320,  356,  372,  388,  404,  420, 
436". 

Theatre  Francais  de  San  Francisco.   175. 

The  City  in   General,    15,   31,   47,   63,    79,   95,    111, 

127,  143,    159,    175,    191,  207,   223,   239,  287, 
303,  319,   355,  403,  419,  435. 

The  Merry  Mqse,  13,  29,  45,  61,  77,  93,  109,  125, 
141,  157,  173,  189,  205,  221,  237,  256,  269, 
28S,   301,    317,   353,   369,    385,  401,  417,   433. 

Trouville   the    Expensive,    127. 

Vanity  Fair.  12,  28.  44,  60,  76,  92,  108,  124,  140, 
156,  172,  188.  204,  220,  236,  252,  268,  284, 
300,   316,    352.   368,  384,  400,   416,  432. 

Vaudeville   Singer's   Side.   The,    110. 

"Yellow  Jacket,  The,"   314. 

Zandonai  and  Strauss — Fernando  Somoza  Vivas, 
251. 

DEATH  NOTICES. 

Dr.    Beverly  MacMonagle,   47. 
Ferdinand    I.    Vassault,    95. 
Horace    L.    Hill,    318. 
Minnie  Hauck,   367. 
Phcebe  Davies,   383. 


WEDDINGS. 

Allen-Dooley,  254. 
Allen-Fiedler,   174. 
Benet-Thompson,  142. 
Bigelow-McMullan,  78. 
Broughton-Jungblutb,   62. 
Brown-Casey,   78. 
Cerf-Owen,  22S. 
Chamberlin-Keeney,  270. 
Cory-Mackenzie,  354. 
Davis-Ashe,    222. 
De  Lisle-Oliver,  354. 
Easton-McClellan,    190. 
Erskine-Wood,    94. 
Falkenstein-Keyes,   46. 
Ford-Miller,   46. 
Gerry-Baldwin,   206. 
Green-Coffin,  94. 
Griffith-McLaren,  254. 
Gross-Hicks,    302. 
Gunn-Kraft,  174. 
Hickox-Calhoun,  222. 
Hyde-Smith-Bulkeley,    174. 
Korbell-McNear,    142. 
Lawson-Babcock,   254. 
May  field -Borden,   238. 
McCormick-Belcher,    158. 
McKee-Phinney,    174. 
Mizner-Postlethwaite,  254. 
Nichols-Berry,    386. 
Parker-Langhorne,   110. 
Phillips-Curry,  402. 
Piggott-Ashton,    142. 
Pillsbury-Wood,  14. 
Pool-Sprague,  78. 
Preston- Murray,    354. 
Pruell- Salisbury,    126. 
Reese-Chanslor,  78. 
SErgent-Cunningham,  370. 
Smith-Taylor,  62. 
Sparks-Searles,  238. 
Sperry-Brooks,    370. 
Fperry-Fancher,  238. 
Symmes-Whittle,    62. 
Tebin-Parrott,    110. 
Wiener- Kurzman,   418. 
Williams-Towle,    46. 
Willis-McGee,   222. 
Wollman-Lowe.  30. 
Wood-Seitz,  110. 
Young-Strong,   190. 


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ALFRED  HOLMAN  -------  Editor 

TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:     Immigration     Restriction — The     Political     Align- 
ment— More  Unionist  "Victories" — Patents  and  the  Public 

— Heney's  Oregon   Record — The   Election  of   1908 1-3 

POLITICAL   COMMENT 3 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.   P.    Coryn 4 

OLD   FAVORITES:     "The   Bumhoat   Woman's   Story,"   by   W. 

S.  Gilbert   4 

FOOD  PROBLEMS  IN  MANHATTAN:     "Flaneur"  Writes  of 

the  Collapsed  Waiters'  Strike  and  the  Meat  Market  Boycott      5 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR 5 

OMPHALE:    A  ROCOCO  STORY:    The  Figure  in  the  Tapestry. 

From  the  French  of  Theophile  Gautier 6 

POMP  AND    CHIVALRY:     Two    Spectacular    Functions   of   the 

London  Season.     By  Henry  C.  Shelley 7 

THE   STRANGLING   OF   PERSIA:     Mr.   W.    Morgan   Shuster 

Tells  the  Story  of  Russian  and    British   Intrigue 8 

THE    LATEST    BOOKS:     Critical    Notes— Briefer    Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received 9-10 

DRAMA:     "Cabbages  and  Kings."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps..     11 

FOYER   AND    BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 11 

VANITY'  FAIR:  The  Rev.  Dr.  Anna  Shaw  on  Summer  Styles 
— Violent  Objection  to  Male  Criticism — Brilliant  but  Il- 
logical— Why  Pajamas  Are  Un-American — Milwaukee  Doc- 
tors and  Osculation — How  Ethel  Gets  a  Tip — A  Curious 
Roosevelt  Signature — Necessity  of  a  Hat-Pin  Ordinance..  12 
STORYETTES:     Grave   and   Gay,    Epigrammatic    and    Otherwise     13 

THE   MERRY  MUSE 13 

PERSONAL:     Notes  and    Gossip — Movements   and   Whereabouts    14 
THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL:     Brief  Chronicles  of  Passing  Events    15 
CURRENT  VERSE:     "Brotherhood,"  by  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox; 
"The    Starling,"   by   Amy   Lowell;    "If  I    May  Have  Thee 
Near,"  by  Arthur  Wallace  Peach;  "The  Bridal  Morn,"  by 

Nelle    Richmond    Eberhart 15 

THE   ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs   Ground    Out   by 

the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 16 


Immigration  Restriction. 

Some  remarks  recently  published  by  the  Ar..  matit  on 
the  subject  of  immigration  and  the  fu'Vity  of  an  edu- 
cational standard  have  called  forth  ;ei  ...in  facts,  figures, 
and  theories  from  the  Immigration  Restriction  League, 
all  of  them  intended  to  show  that  those  who  can  not  read 
ought  to  be  kept  out  of  the  country.  Now  we  are  all 
agreed  that  we  should  do  well  to  exclude  much  of  the 
immigration  reaching  America  at  the  present  time.  We 
do  not  want  the  Italian  Mafia,  nor  the  Russian  nihilist, 
nor  the  Austrian  anarchist.  We  do  not  want  lawless 
people,  nor  people  saturated  with  revolutionary  senti- 
ment. If  there  is  any  test  that  will  exclude  these  classes 
it  ought  to  be  applied,  but  certainly  an  educational  test 
will  not  do  so,  seeing  that  the  really  dangerous  section  of 
our  immigration  is  not  the  illiterate.  It  is  not  the  illiter- 
ate who  fill  our  prisons,  nor  who  throw  bombs,  nor  who 
become  turbulent.  We  have  much  more  reason  to  be 
afraid  of  misdirected  education  than  of  the  absence  of 
education.  On  the  other  hand,  we  do  need  immigrants 
who  are  able  and  willing  to  work  with  their  hands,  and 
it  does  not  matter  much  whether  they  can  read.  They 
can  be  taught,  and  we  can  insist  upon  teaching  their 
children.     The  utmost  that  we  can  ask  of  the   immi- 


grant is  industry  and  character,  and  the  ability  to  read 
is  not  the  slightest  indication  of  either.  Moreover,  we 
may  doubt  if  an  educational  test  would  exclude  more 
than  a  few.  An  intending  immigrant  can  learn  to  read 
in  three  months  and  would  certainly  do  so.  The  immi- 
gration problem  will  not  be  solved  by  tests  of  this  kind, 
but  rather  by  an  intelligent  use  of  our  own  consular 
service  and  a  system  of  consular  certificates  of  fitness 
to  be  obtained  before  starting. 


The  Political  Alignment. 

It  remains  to  be  demonstrated  whether  or  not  the 
nomination  of  Professor  Wilson  is  a  good  thing  for 
the  Democratic  party.  Most  certainly  it  is  the  best 
possible  thing  for  the  Republican  party,  for  it  removes 
whatever  menace  to  party  integrity — we  speak  of  party 
integrity  as  distinct  from  party  success,  and  as  a  good 
in  itself  above  personality  or  any  immediate  considera- 
tion— may  have  been  involved  in  the  independent  candi- 
dacy of  Roosevelt.  Wilson  may  lead  Democracy  to 
success  in  November.  He  may  send  Taft  back  to  the 
law  courts  of  Cincinnati.  But  whatever  may  come  out 
of  it,  the  immediate  effect  must  be  to  establish  the  Dem- 
ocratic party  as  the  champion  of  the  extreme  radical 
proposals  of  the  day  and  to  re-align  the  Republican 
party  as  the  guardian  of  our  national  traditions,  as  the 
staunch  factor  in  the  political  life  of  the  country.  So 
far  as  the  bull-moose  of  Oyster  Bay  is  concerned,  Wil- 
son's nomination,  coming  as  it  does  under  the  patronage 
of  Bryan,  takes  the  wind  completely  out  of  his  sails. 
Ultra-radical  sentiment  is  sufficiently  represented  by 
a  "'regular"  nominee;  therefore  Mr.  Roosevelt  becomes 
in  a  phrase  not  unfamiliar,  an  incompetent,  irrelevant, 
and  immaterial  factor.  Whoever,  independent  of  mere 
personality,  is  for  all  the  novelties  in  politics  will  be 
able  to  satisfy  himself  by  voting  for  Wilson.  And  by 
the  same  token,  whoever  in  either  party  wishes  to 
bestow  his  vote  to  sustain  established  ideas  in  govern- 
ment may,  with  a  fair  measure  of  satisfaction,  support 
Taft.  In  a  very  positive  sense,  although  under  changed 
conditions,  the  situation  is  what  it  was  in  1896  when 
Bryan  stood  as  the  representative  of  all  the  "isms" 
and  when  McKinley  opposed  him  as  the  representative 
of  the  kind  of  political  stability  which  respects  the 
past  and  of  the  kind  of  progress  which  aims  at  an 
orderly  advance  in  the  standards  and  practice  of  gov; 
eminent. 

It  must  be  said  that  under  the  changed  conditions 
Wilson  in  1912  has  a  marked  advantage  over  Bryan 
in  1896.  The  country  is  sixteen  years  further  away 
from  some  of  'he  emotions  and  passions  which  for  so 
long  and  so  powerfully  have  sustained  Republicanism ; 
it  exhibits  at  many  points  a  disposition  to  abandon  a 
scheme  of  politics  which  has  come  in  some  quarters 
to  be  identified  with  narrow  as  distinct  from  broad  and 
popular  interests.  After  the  first  month  following  the 
nominations  in  1896  there  was  small  doubt  as  to  the 
result ;  this  year,  we  suspect,  the  outcome  will  be  in 
doubt  until  the  votes  are  counted. 


government  and  professing  devotion  to  an  emotional 
and  more  than  half-frenzied  Democracy,  failed.  Bryan 
in  the  Democratic  convention,  illustrating  the  same 
ideas  and  professions,  succeeded,  not  indeed  in  winning 
the  nomination  for  himself,  but  in  so  placing  it  as  to 
gain  a  victory  for  his  cause.  Here,  in  brief,  is  pre- 
sented the  line  of  division  between  the  two  great 
parties.  Republicanism  by  a  narrow  margin  remains 
conservative;  Democracy  by  an  equally  narrow  margin 
puts  itself  behind  the  proposals  of  ultra-progressivism. 


As  the  proceedings  at  Chicago  illustrated  confusion 
of  purpose  and  passionate  conflict  of  motives  within 
the  Republican  party,  so  the  proceedings  at  Baltimore 
showed  Democracy  to  be  divided  in  sentiment  and 
broken  into  factions  as  to  men  and  methods.  If  in  the 
first  instance  there  was  cause  for  grief  with  respect 
to  the  degeneracies  of  our  politics,  there  was  in  the 
other  small  basis  for  comfort  or  hope.  In  both  con- 
ventions passion  and  personality  dominated  the  hour, 
putting  the  soberer  and  deeper  motives  of  political 
action  into  eclipse.  It  is  indeed  only  by  comparison 
of  results  and  by  estimation  of  the  character  and  pro- 
fessions of  the  men  actually  nominated  that  we  can 
come  to  anything  like  a  definite  judgment  as  to  what, 
in  this  campaign,  Republicanism  on  the  one  hand  and 
Democracy  on  the  other  really  stands  for.  Roosevelt 
in  the  Republican  convention,  typifying  personality  in 


Speaking  broadly,  there  was  less  sincerity  at  Balti- 
more than  at  Chicago.  Every  leading  figure  in  the 
convention  which  assembled  last  week  was  playing  a 
part.  The  plan  of  the  national  committee  as  exhibited 
in  its  choice  of  Judge  Parker  for  temporary  chairman 
was  hopeful  of  conciliating  all  elements  and  leading 
them  under  the  principle  of  individual  concession  and 
factional  compromise  to  the  polls  in  November.  It  was 
an  old-fashioned,  conventional,  "regular"  plan.  It  rec- 
ognized the  fundamental  requirements  of  political 
organization  and  was  planned  upon  tried  and  approved 
methods  of  political  expediency.  Perhaps  it  had  a  per- 
sonal motive  in  that  it  aimed  to  eliminate  Mr.  Bryan 
from  a  dominating  part  in  the  coming  proceedings. 
But  Mr.  Bryan,  true  to  a  shrewd  habit,  read  the  hand- 
writing on  the  wall  aright;  he  declined  to  accept  the 
.conspicuous  but  relatively  inconsequential  part  assigned 
him.  He  wanted  the  nomination  for  W.  j.  B., 
and  he  played  to  win  it  by  making  himself  the 
champion  of  the  "progressive"  idea,  which  was  clearly 
the  dominating  motive  of  the  convention.  His  on- 
slaught upon  Parker  accomplished  this  result.  And 
if  he  had  been  as  moderate  in  a  first  success  as  he 
was  shrewd  and  bold  in  his  plan  and  in  his  earlier 
tactics  he  would  have  won.  But  he  lost  his  chance 
when,  proceeding  from  principle  to  personality,  he 
assaulted  particular  men  and  particular  localities.  He 
first  overplayed  his  hand;  then,  when  anger  got  the 
better  of  judgment,  he  "overtalked  himself."  Mr. 
Clark  also  played  a  part.  Posing  as  an  advanced  type 
of  progressive,  he  sought  by  a  pretense  of  neutrality  to 
avoid  any  factional  conflict,  at  the  same  time,  beyond 
a  doubt,  bargaining  for  the  support  of  Tammany  and 
the  "reactionary"  elements  in  general.  Professor  Wil- 
son, too,  played  a  part,  for  while  as  all  familiar  with 
his  previous  and  carefully  considered  utterances  know 
him  to  be  a  man  of  conservative  mind,  he  permitted 
himself  to  be  presented  and  championed  before  the  con- 
vention as  typifying  and  personating  the  spirit  of  radi- 
calism in  its  most  aggressive  and  reckless  aspects. 
The  two  candidates  who  stood  fairly  upon  the  solid 
ground  of  declared  principles  were  Harmon  and  Un- 
derwood, and  neither  of  them,  be  it  said  in  illustration 
of  the  purely  political  conditions  of  the  time,  had 
from  the  beginning  the  slightest  chance  of  success. 


The  nomination  of  Wilson  was  in  truth  an  accident; 
nevertheless  it  is  a  circumstance  of  real  significance, 
because  it  illustrates  the  fact  that  the  haphazard  of 
mere  chance  combined  with  the  spirit  which  concedes 
all  things  for  policy's  sake  is  now  one  of  the  ways,  if 
not  the  best  of  all  ways,  for  success  in  politics.  Bryan 
intended  to  use  Wilson  as  a  shield  for  his  own  private 
ambitions.  His  hope  was,  first  to  nullify  Clark's  lead 
in  the  convention,  then  to  so  match  Wilson  and  Clark 
as  to  destroy  both  and  thereby  call  for  a  party  savior. 
He  succeeded  in  part,  but  in  doing  it  so  angered 
Clark's  supporters  as  to  make  his  own  nomination  im- 
possible. Then  his  only  chance  to  save  his  face,  to 
sustain  his  influence  and  prestige,  was  to  force  the 
nomination  of  Wilson,  claiming  for  himself  the  honors 
of  a  Warwick  plus  the  pretenses  of  one  who  in  defer- 
ence to  worthy  motives  has  put  aside  the  crown. 

In  many  respects  Mr.  Bryan's  part  at  Baltimore  was 
not  unlike  that  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  at  Chicago.  There 
was    the   same    exhibition    of   gross    ambition    and    of 


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July  6,  1912. 


personal  arrogance.  There  was  the  same  disposition 
to  rule  or  ruin.  There  was  the  same  partial  measure 
of  success,  up  to  the  point  of  party  disruption.  Here 
Bryan's  superior  poise,  his  more  balanced  character, 
asserted  itself.  Roosevelt  came  out  of  the  Chicago  con- 
flict a  discredited  bolter.  Bryan  comes  out  of  Balti- 
more, disappointed  to  be  sure,  but  with  a  technical 
right  to  call  himself  a  victor  and  with  claims  upon 
Professor  Wilson,  which  in  the  event  of  his  election 
will  make  him  a  dominating  power  behind  if  not  indeed 
above  the  throne.  

No  man  of  just  Professor  Wilson's  type,  happily  for 
the  country,  has  ever  yet  been  President  of  the  United 
States.  On  the  personal  side,  much  may  be  said 
for  him.  He  is  a  scholarly  man,  highly  developed 
as  a  public  speaker  through  long  service  as  a 
university  lecturer.  No  man  in  our  own  or  in  any 
country  makes  a  more  ingratiating  platform  appear- 
ance. He  combines  all  the  arts  with  all  the  graces 
of  .expression  implied  in  the  phrase — a  fine  talker. 
But  with  all  his  gifts  and  acquirements  Professor 
Wilson  is  far  from  being  a  strong  man.  Strong  men 
know  what  they  think,  and  stand  for  it  without  cring- 
ing, without  apology.  Professor  Wilson  has  been  a 
teacher  of  political  economy  and  social  philosophy. 
He  has  been  a  prolific  lecturer  and  writer  of  books, 
and  in  his  lectures  and  books  he  has  made  a  definite 
and  clear  record  of  judgments  and  opinions  founded 
upon  his  studies  in  calm  and  sincere  hours.  But  since 
he  became  a  candidate  for  the  presidency,  former  no- 
tions of  things  have  been  forgotten,  records  of  opinion 
have  been  ignored.  The  conclusions  of  the  scholar  and 
social  observer  have  been  sacrificed  to  the  ambitions 
of  the  politician.  Professor  Wilson  for  thirty  years 
taught  with  consistency  and  eloquence  definite  theories 
of  social  and  political  philosophy.  Candidate  Wilson, 
turning  his  back  upon  the  higher  service  of  other  years, 
has  accepted  and  reflected  every  ism  and  whim  calcu- 
lated to  placate  the  sentiment  and  charm  the  prejudice 
of  the  h  is  indeed  been  a  pitiful  spectacle, 
re,  that  of  a  scholarly  and  accom- 
ags  and  tatters  the  fabric  of 
.1  teachings  to  the  end  of  winning 
tuse  of  the  multitude  and  of  gaining  a  political 
promotion.  

The  extreme  radicalism  of  Professor  Wilson  gives 
Mr.  Roosevelt  opportunity  to  escape  from  a  position 
which  from  being  intrinsically  impossible  tends  to  be- 
come ridiculous.  For  already  Mr.  Roosevelt's  third 
party  is  an  obvious  failure.  Following  the  refusal  of 
Senator  Borah,  Governors  Deneen,  Hadley,  and  others 
to  have  any  part  in  the  projected  movement,  there  have 
been  declinations  from  all  parts  of  the  country.  Even 
Senator  Lodge  has  come  down  from  his  perch  on  the 
fence  to  declare  his  devotion  to  the  old  party  with  his 
regret  that  he  can  not  join  his  life-long  friend  in  an 
excursion  up  Salt  River.  No  single  figure  of  promi- 
nence— no  first-class  man — has  announced  his  sup- 
port of  Mr.  Roosevelt  in  his  absurd  adventure.  The 
new  party  is  now  precisely  where  it  was  two  weeks 
ago ;  it  is  made  up  of  Teddy  Roosevelt,  Giffy 
Pinchot,  Middy  McCormick,  Jimmie  Garfield,  Hy 
Johnson,  Billy  Flinn,  and  '  the  Wild-ass-from-the- 
desert.  George  Pierpont  Morgan  Perkins  may  or  may 
not  be  associated  with  it.  And  every  mother's  son 
of  them  is  suffering  from  nausea.  It  might  have 
been  expected  that  the  great  movement  would  meet 
with  some  show  of  approval,  some  affectation  of 
enthusiasm,  on  the  part  of  persons  chronically  afflicted 
with  the  Rooseveltian  mania  in  regions  ultra- 
progressively  inclined.  But  not  so.  Up  to  date  we 
have  heard  of  but  one  demonstration,  and  that  was  at 
Sacramento,  where  the  clerks  in  the  State  House  and 
the  employees  of  the  State  Printing  Office  turned  out 
to  greet  Hiram  on  his  return  from  Chicago,  having  pre- 
viously assessed  themselves  two-bits  apiece  to  pay  for 
music  by  the  town  band,  a  barrel  of  tar,  and  a  half- 
cord  of  fire  wood.  It  was  a  great  home-coming.  "Will 
ye  be  freemen" — asked  Hiram,  speaking  with  fine  feel- 
ing from  the  front  porch  of  the  Executive  Mansion. 
"We. will,  Mr.  Johnson,  we  will,"  came  in  dutiful  cho- 
rus. "Or  will  ye  be  slaves?"  "We  will,  Mr.  Johnson, 
we  will."  

Now  no  man  is  better  qualified  than  Mr.  Roosevelt 
tu  real  the  signs  of  failure.  Indeed  he  knew  in 
advan.c  that  the  project  had  not  in  it  the  elements  of 
succe'  i,  for  otherwise  he  would  not  have  fallen  into 
!h  •  ii  -ilatcd  state  of  mind  manifest  in  his  characteriza- 
I  [eney  and  his  activities.     But  he  had  aroused 


an  emotionalism  which  he  could  not  control.  Having 
advised  a  bolt,  he  could  not,  with  all  his  talent  for 
inconsistency,  get  away  from  it  when  the  excitable 
lads  of  his  personal  following  took  him  at  his  word. 
He  just  had  to  move  with  the  movement,  trust- 
ing to  chance  to  get  him  out  of  the  scrape  sooner  or 
later.  Now  a  chance  has  come,  such  as  it  is,  and  it  is 
something  more  than  an  even  bet  that  the  adroit  Colonel 
will  avail  himself  of  it.  With  reverent  unctuousness 
he  can  take  the  ground  that  the  sacred  principles  for 
which  he  is  willing  to  stake  his  life  are  duly  repre- 
sented in  the  person  of  Professor  Wilson.  Is  not 
the  professor  a  champion  of  all  the  novelties,  all 
the  quackeries,  all  the  isms?  He  is  for  the  initia- 
tive, the  referendum,  the  recall,  and  for  anything 
else  that  may  have  been  forgotten  in  the  general 
account.  True,  in  his  calmer  and  sincerer  days, 
when  he  had  no  other  motive  in  life  than  that  of  de- 
fining and  preaching  the  truth  and  of  sustaining  sound 
principles,  he  was  opposed  to  these  things.  But  that 
was  before  the  microbe  of  political  ambition  found  lodg- 
ment in  his  system.  Since  then  he  has  stepped  down 
and  still  further  down,  until  today  he  stands  on  the 
precise  ground  long  ago  held  by  the  sockless  Simpsons, 
and  he  is  prepared  to  go  to  further  extremes  if  there 
shall  be  any  call  from  the  lower  levels.  Today  he 
stands  ticketed  and  guaranteed  by  no  less  an  expert  in 
the  sphere  of  "popular"  politics  than  William  Jennings 
Bryan.  In  this  situation  Mr.  Roosevelt,  with  his  hand 
on  his  heart,  and  in  the  retiring  and  modest  spirit 
which  has  marked  his  whole  career,  may  step  down  and 
out.  True,  he  may  calculate  upon  other  and  more 
graceful  chances.  But  he  may  in  his  eagerness  to  es- 
cape grasp  at  this  first  opportunity  which  Providence 
has  put  in  his  way.  Or  perhaps  Mr.  Roosevelt  may 
prefer  simply  to  flicker  out.  You  never  can  tell  what 
will  be  the  course  of  colossal  conceit  and  of  super- 
heated imagination.  Only  this,  in  one  way  or  another 
the  colonel  will  find  some  getting-off  place. 

Confused  and  embarrassed  as  the  situation  is,  there 
is  still  in  it  this  element  of  comfort:  Either  Mr.  Taft 
or  Professor  Wilson  will  be  the  President.  Both  are 
subject  in  some  minds  to  a  reserved  approval.  But 
in  any  event  we  shall  have  in  the  chair  of  state  a 
man  with  the  attributes  of  personal  breeding  and 
civil  moderation.  We  shall  have  no  bull  of  Bashan, 
regardless  of  all  laws  of  authority  or  respect  among 
men,  repeating  the  extravagances  and  aggressions 
which  so  shamed  us  in  the  years  1907  and  1908.  We 
shall  have  no  heedless  and  lawless  autocrat,  playing 
the  role  of  dictator  under  thin  disguises.  We  shall 
have  no  jayhawker  exploiting  the  social  standards  of 
Pike  County.  We  shall  have  no  lisping  tennis-cabinet 
on  the  terrace,  no  wild-asses  in  the  front  office. 
With  either  one  man  or  the  other  as  President  we  shall 
have  order,  decorum,  and  decency  in  the  White  House. 
We  shall  have  seriousness,  the  spirit  of  legitimacy  with 
the  individual  port  and  the  social  manners  which,  be- 
coming in  all  relations  and  all  places,  are  especially  to 
be  desired  in  the  Chief  Magistracy  of  the  country. 
Whichever  may  .be  elected,  we  shall  have  a  gentleman 
in  the  White  House — and  thank  God  for  that. 


There  are  fearsome  souls  who,  viewing  the  wreck 
of  old  theories  and  of  revered  standards,  fear 
that  the  country  is  going  to  the  dogs.  Political 
and  social  prophets,  depressed  by  the  occurrences  of 
the  past  few  months,  are  given  over  to  despairing 
views.  To  such  we  offer  the  encouraging  lessons 
of  the  world's  experience.  Civilizations  do  not  go 
to  smash  headlong.  Political  crudities,  even  polit- 
ical chaos,  alarming  and  humiliating  though  they  may 
be,  are  the  passions  of  a  temporary  hour.  They 
may  indeed  mark  tendencies,  but  they  must  not  be 
taken  as  finalities.  For  in  the  long  run  every  civiliza- 
tion will  in  one  way  or  another  work  out  for  itself  a 
political  scheme — a  kind  of  government — conforming 
to  the  intelligence,  the  standards,  the  social  morality 
of  the  period.  Now  for  various  causes  and  by  various 
means  we  are  undergoing  a  series  of  rapidly  moving 
social  modifications.  The  incidents  in  some  respects 
are  astounding;  to  many  of  us  they  do  not  appear  im- 
mediately wholesome  or  ultimately  promising.  But, 
aside  from  certain  shocks  to  preconception  and  tradi- 
tion, are  there  discoverable  any  indications  of  de- 
cadence? Are  we  as  a  race  less  vital,  less  resourceful, 
less  equal  to  the  broad  demands  of  life  or  to  its 
emergencies,  less  imbued  with  courage,  less  hopeful 
than  in  other  days?  In  other  words,  does  our  civiliza- 
tion as  measured  by  the  tests  of  spiritual  and  material 
efficiency  exhibit  phases  of  infirmity?     We  think  not. 


We  think  the  race  grows  better  and  stronger  as  it  is 
surely  better  equipped  and  more  completely  in  com- 
mand of  the  universal  resources.  The  movement  of 
the  world  is  rapid,  but  on  the  whole  it  is  still  forward. 


For  the  moment,  in  our  own  country,  mediocre  men, 
mean  ambitions,  a  questionable  morality,  are  con- 
spicuous on  the  political  stage.  There  are  before  the 
country,  under  some  sanctions  of  popular  approval, 
meretricious  characters  and  meretricious  proposals;  but 
if  there  be  those  who  in  blindness  are  deceived,  there 
be  others  who  in  wisdom  see  clearly.  For  a  time  there 
may  be  confusion  in  the  popular  mind,  and  there  surely 
will  be  mistakes  in  popular  judgment,  as  there  have  ever 
been.  But  judging  by  the  lessons  of  the  past,  by  the 
vitality  and  sustaining  powers  of  ideas  and  institutions 
as  their  influence  has  been  observed  through  ages,  we 
find  it  easy  to  believe  that  despite  the  aberrations  of  the 
hour  in  our  own  country  and  elsewhere,  all  is  fairly 
well  with  the  world.  A  few  knaves,  a  few  self-seekers, 
a  few  blunderers,  a  few  panders,  even  though  they  may 
for  the  moment  disturb  the  general  peace  of  mind,  have 
it  not  within  their  power  to  shake  foundations  so 
firmly  established  as  those  upon  which  rests  the  civiliza- 
tion of  this  Twentieth  Century  A.  D. 


More  Unionist  "Victories." 

The  decision  of  the  Imperial  Gas  Engine  Company 
to  remove  its  plant  from  San  Francisco  to  Seattle  must 
be  numbered  among  the  latest  "victories"  of  labor 
unionism  and  the  closed  shop.  With  the  reasons  for 
this  change  we  are  already  sadly  familiar.  They  have 
been  repeated  again  and  again  as  one  great  concern  after 
another  has  closed  its  doors,  dismissed  its  staff,  and  de- 
parted for  other  fields  where  some  measure  of  indus- 
trial freedom  is  to  be  found  and  where  labor  unionism 
is  less  able  to  rule  or  ruin.  The  Imperial  Gas  Engine 
Company  can  not  exist  in  San  Francisco,  and  so  it  is 
forced  to  take  the  step  to  which  other  similar  concerns 
will  be  forced  unless  a  remedy  be  found,  and  found 
speedily. 

The  decision  of  the  Chamber  of  Commerce  to  hold 
an  inquiry  into  the  reasons  for  these  many  desertions 
of  the  city  need  not  be  viewed  with  any  very  sanguine 
expectation.  There  is  no  mystery  at  all  about  the  mat- 
ter. There  is  no  necessity  for  any  such  "thorough  and 
exhaustive  research"  as  we  are  promised.  The  many 
large  concerns  that  have  failed  or  deserted  the  city  u.ive 
made  no  secret  of  their  reasons.  On  the  contrary  they 
have  published  them  broadcast,  and  they  have  always 
been  the  same.  With  entire  unanimity  they  have  said 
that  the  exactions,  the  extortions,  and  the  insolences  of 
the  labor  unions  are  more  than  flesh  and  blood  can 
stand,  that  they  are  practically  a  prohibition  upon  many 
forms  of  industrial  activity,  and  that  San  Francisco  is 
an  impossible  place  for  any  form  of  enterprise  that  can 
be  brought  under  the  destructive  sway  of  organized 
labor.  This  has  been  said  again  and  again  by  those 
whose  presence  would  have  enriched  the  city  and  whose 
expulsion  from  the  city  has  impoverished  it.  To  or- 
ganize a  "thorough  and  exhaustive  research"  at  this 
hour  of  the  day  seems  to  be  one  of  those  portentous  and 
solemn  inanities  that  are  intended  to  hide  the  truth 
rather  than  to  disclose  it,  to  conceal  the  facts  rather 
than  to  expose  them.  The  causes  of  this  slow  and 
steady  ruin  of  the  city  are  as  evident  as  the  sun  at  noon- 
day. 

The  Chamber  of  Commerce  can  make  its  investigation 
and  issue  its  report  all  within  the  space  of  an  hour  or 
so  if  it  is  so  minded.  If  it  is  unaware  of  the  main 
facts  it  can  ascertain  them  from  any  intelligent  man  in 
the  city  or  it  can  glean  them  from  the  published  com- 
plaints of  manufacturers  who  have  been  driven  out  of 
San  Francisco.  Certainly  these  complaints  are  numer- 
ous enough  and  pointed  enough.  If  the  Chamber  of 
Commerce  wishes  to  apportion  the  blame  it  may  divide 
it  equally  between  the  labor  unions  and  the  citizens  at 
large  who  have  been  too  selfish  and  too  cowardly  to 
utter  a  word  of  protest  as  one  concern  after  another 
is  driven  into  the  labor-union  abattoir.  Furthermore  it 
may  be  said  that  if  the  Chamber  of  Commerce  wishes 
to  be  specific  it  can  devote  a  paragraph  or  so  to  the 
daily  newspapers  of  San  Francisco,  who  show  their  ac- 
quiescence in  the  slaughter  of  the  city's  trade  by  their 
policy  of  a  driveling  and  lying  optimism  and  a  careful 
suppression  of  every  vital  fact  that  might  conceivably 
divert  the  nickel  of  a  unionist.  So  far  as  recommenda- 
tions are  concerned  there  are,  perhaps,  none  that  the 
Chamber  of  Commerce  can  properly  make  so  long  as 
citizens  in  general  are  willing  to  put  their  throats  to 
the  knife   and   to   join   in  the   abject   applause  of  the 


July  6,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


butcher.  For  of  course  the  labor  unions  are  not  wholly 
to  blame.  It  is  a  characteristic  of  human  nature  to 
take  whatever  is  offered,  and  every  one  kicks  a  cur. 

It  is  just  as  well  to  face  the  facts  now,  because  soon 
we  shall  be  so  surrounded  by  facts  that  we  must  face 
them.  It  is  said  that  four  manufacturing  concerns  have 
recently  left  the  city,  and  there  is  never  any  conceal- 
ment of  the  reasons  for  such  a  course.  Since  the  labor 
unions  are  just  as  arrogant  as  they  ever  were,  just  as 
insolent  and  oppressive,  there  is  no  reason  why  the 
drain  should  stop  until  San  Francisco  has  become  a 
residential  city  with  all  her  old  activities  transferred 
to  Seattle,  Portland,  and  Los  Angeles.  A  single  word 
of  concerted  and  determined  protest  would  stop  this 
ruin.  The  Chamber  of  Commerce  might  be  able  to 
move  the  necessary  levers  to  this  end  if  it  had  the 
courage  to  do  so.  But  the  promise  of  a  "thorough  and 
exhaustive  research"  is  not  reassuring.  We  have  heard 
this  before.  , 

Heney's  Oregon  Record. 

With  a  mendacity  and  savageness  of  spirit,  unhappily 
familiar,  Mr.  Heney  rises  to  discredit  the  pardon  of 
Willard  N.  Jones  and  others  convicted  some  five  or 
six  years  ago  in  Oregon  of  frauds  against  the  land  laws 
through  the  activities  of  himself  and  Detective  Burns. 
In  the  face  of  a  record  of  infamous  methods  ending 
in  cruel  injustice,  all  so  plainly  demonstrated  as  to  call 
forth  expressions  of  disgust  and  indignation  from  the 
President,  Mr.  Heney  sneeringly  asserts  that  these 
pardons  are  the  product  of  political  influence;  and  he 
goes  further  to  name  ex-Senator  Fulton  as  an  active 
agent  in  this  phase  of  what  he  styles  a  political  game. 
Mr.  Heney  must  of  course  be  aware  that  the  record 
does  not  sustain  him.  He  must  know  as  well  as  any- 
body, perhaps  better  than  anybody,  that  in  thus  seeking 
to  bring  a  new  issue  into  the  case  he  is  adding  slander 
to  his  other  offenses.  In  his  hardihood  he  relies  no 
doubt  upon  the  fact  that  the  procedures  in  the  Jones 
and  other  cases  are  long  past  and  that  the  records  by 
their  confusion  and  multiplicity  render  investigation  and 
exposition  tedious  and  difficult. 

We  shall  not  undertake  to  review  the  whole  of  this 
procedure.  The  labor  would  be  too  great;  the  space 
required  would  be  beyond  the  facilities  of  the  Argonaut, 
and  already  in  our  issue  of  June  IS  we  have  touched 

Son  the  essential  matters  in  the  particular  case  of 
"Willard  N.  Jones.  In  general  it  is  enough  to  re-state 
on  the  authority  of  the  Department  of  Justice  that  the 
names  of  the  grand  jury  which  found  the  Jones  indict- 
ment were  not  drawn  from  the  jury  box,  that  they  were 
not  obtained  in  any  legal  way  at  all;  that  the  grand 
jury  was  practically  nominated  by  Heney  and  Burns 
from  a  private  list  of  men  whose  opinions  and  preju- 
dices they  had  previously  ascertained  by  inquisitorial 
methods.  Upon  the  same  authority  it  is  further  stated 
that  the  foreman  and  secretary  of  the  grand  jury  were 
selected  by  Heney  in  advance  and  that  the  whole  body 
was  therefore  made  up  of  his  own  creatures,  of  per- 
sons who  could  be  depended  upon  to  do  as  they  were 
desired. 

The  record  further  shows  that  there  was  a  tacit  con- 
spiracy between  Heney  and  a  judge  of  the  United 
States  court  to  postpone  the  appointment  of  a  new 
judge  until  after  the  disposition  of  these  cases,  the 
reliance  being  upon  the  cooperation  of  another  judge, 
especially  detailed  to  this  service  and  guaranteed  by 
one  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  secretaries  as  one  who  would 
"give  a  good  stiff  sentence."  Since  Mr.  Heney  by  his 
comment  on  the  pardon  of  Willard  N.  Jones  challenges 
the  record,  it  is  not  out  of  place  to  quote  from  a  state- 
ment by  Mr.  Jones's  attorneys  concerning  the  methods 
by  which  the  jury  box  was  filled,  though  the  story  is 
not  a  pleasant  one.  This  statement,  pruned  of  details, 
is  as  follows :  Long  lists  of  names  were  obtained,  some 
from  county  clerks,  some  from  friends  of  the  prosecu- 
tion, and  others  from  the  jury  commissioners.  These 
names  were  turned  over  to  Mr.  Burns  and  he  and  his 
field  assistants  investigated  all  of  them.  The  common 
method  was  for  the  detectives  to  represent  themselves 
as  traveling  men,  railroad  surveyors,  and  machine 
agents,  not  well  acquainted  in  Oregon.  They  would 
start  a  conversation  with  a  tentative  juror  upon  the 
land  prosecutions  and  artfully  probe  him  as  to  his 
prejudices  and  views.  The  names  were  also  submitted 
by  Burns  to  well-informed  citizens  opposed  to  the  de- 
fendants along  political  lines,  and  from  these  persons 
information  was  secured  as  to  the  political,  religious, 
and  fraternal  affiliations.  Thereafter  Burns  tabulated 
the  reports,  adverse  and  favorable.  In  county  after 
county   the   official   tabulation   of   adverse   reports   and 


favorable  reports  represent,  with  scarcely  an  exception, 
men  who  on  the  one  hand  were  stricken  from  the  lists 
because  of  adverse  reports  and  men  who,  on  the  other 
hand,  having  been  reported  as  favorable  to  the  prose- 
cution's views,  went  into  the  jury  box.  In  one  in- 
stance only  the  effort  of  Burns  to  throw  out  a  particular 
list  of  names  was  defeated  by  the  sturdy  hardihood 
of  the  late  Captain  Sladen,  clerk  of  the  court,  who  re- 
fused to  eliminate  men  of  known  character. 

Further  according  to  this  statement,  the  official  rec- 
ords show  that  a  list  of  names  from  one  county  was 
sent  to  a  prominent  Socialist  who  had  been  a  juror  and 
had  stood  for  conviction  in  one  of  the  earlier  trials, 
with  a  request  that  he  report  who  would  make  "good 
jurors."  The  records  show  that  a  list  from  another 
county  was  sent  at  the  same  time  to  a  prominent  Demo- 
crat with  directions  to  indicate  thereon  who  would 
make  "good  jurors."  This  Democratic  politician  re- 
turned the  list  with  the  word  "good"  written  after  the 
names  of  fourteen  men,  all  Democrats;  and  with  one 
exception  these  were  the  only  names  that  got  into  the 
box  from  that  county.  The  exception  is  explained  by 
reports  from  Burns's  agents  recommending  favorably 
the  fourteen  and  including  the  one  additional  name. 

The  spirit  of  this  inquiry  into  the  affiliations,  preju- 
dices, and  tendencies  of  prospective  jurymen  is  illus- 
trated by  detective  reports,  declared  in  the  statement 
to  be  part  of  the  official  record.  Against  several  names 
stands  the  comment :  "Republican  's.o.b.'  "  Against 
others  stands  the  phrase:  "Socialist  and  Populist; 
good."  Another:  "Howling  Socialist — a  peach — be 
sure  and  take  him."  Against  another  name :  "Thinks 
everybody  a  thief — O.  K."  Another :  "Will  convict 
any  Republican  on  sight — O.  K."  Another:  "Hates 
Hermann"  (one  of  the  defendants).  Still  another: 
"Thinks  everybody  guilty  and  should  be  convicted."  In 
one  case  the  detective's  report  says:  "This  man  be- 
lieves in  astrology,  and  if  Heney  is  an  astrologist  the 
man  will  do." 

We  might  go  on  to  indefinite  lengths  in  quoting  from 
this  statement,  but  enough  has  been  given  to  indicate 
the  character  of  a  procedure  which  perhaps  has  had 
no  counterpart  in  its  ruthless  contempt  of  legitimacy 
and  decency  in  any  American  state.  And  this  was  the 
"great  prosecution"  organized  as  we  have  so  often  been 
told  in  behalf  of  integrity  and  morality,  pursued  by 
Heney  and  Burns  under  direct  orders  from  President 
Roosevelt  before  a  judge  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  appoint- 
ment, especially  designated  by  him  to  cooperate  with 
Heney  and  Burns  and  guaranteed  by  his  Secretary  of 
the  Interior  as  one  upon  whom  "you  may  rely  for  giving 
a  good  stiff  sentence." 

Is  it  surprising,  upon  this  showing,  that  President 
Taft  has  pardoned  the  victims  of  this  outrageous  pro- 
cedure, and  that  he  has  denounced  the  whole  business 
as  the  most  high-handed  outrage  that  has  ever  come  to 
his  attention?  Is  it  surprising  that  the  President  goes 
further  to  refer  to  Heney  and  Burns  by  name  and  to 
stamp  their  conduct  as  it  deserves  ? 


Editorial  Notes. 

Dr.  Richard  C.  Maclaurin,  president  of  the  Massachu- 
setts Institute  of  Technology,  has  something  to  say 
about  minimum  wages,  eight-hour  laws,  and  all  the 
cargo  of  nostrums  that  are  supposed  to  lift  us  into 
prosperity  if  we  will  only  pull  hard  enough  at  our  boot- 
straps. Dr.  Maclaurin  was  formerly  a  professor  in  the 
University  of  New  Zealand,  the  home  of  the  economic 
crank  and  where  the  minimum  wage  and  all  the  rest  of 
it  have  been  fairly  tried.  The  immediate  result,  says 
Dr.  Maclaurin,  was  the  discharge  of  every  one  unable 
to  earn  the  minimum  wage,  so  new  legislative  follies 
were  created  to  correct  the  old  ones.  Special  laws  were 
passed  to  empower  the  authorities  to  grant  permits  to 
the  inefficient  to  work  for  less  than  the  minimum  wage, 
in  fact  for  anything  they  could  get,  and  so  a  caste  of 
favored  incapacity  came  into  existence  by  law,  and  with 
results  that  can  be  imagined.  Of  course  the  general 
level  of  wages  was  raised  and  the  increase  was  paid  by 
the  consumer,  who  reimbursed  himself  in  a  hundred 
different  ways  from  the  workman  himself,  as  the  con- 
sumer always  does  where  the  increase  in  wages  is  an 
artificial  one  or  unsustained  by  a  like  increase  in  pro- 
ductiveness. 

mam 

A  peculiar  and  barbaric  marriage  custom  of  the  Ka- 
byle  women  of  Africa  consists  in  the  martyrdom  of 
the  bride,  who,  clad  in  her  wedding  finery,  stands 
through  an  entire  morning  against  a  pillar  in  the  vil- 
lage square,  her  eyes  closed,  her  arms  pressed  to  her 
sides,  and  with  only  the  narrow  base  of  the  column 
for  a  foothold,  the  while  a  ring  of  villagers  criticize 
and  comment  on  her  appearance. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


The  Innocent. 
He  got  his  name  on  the  payroll  in  1881  and  has  kept  it  there 
ever  since.  He  has  been  a  delegate  to  state  and  national 
conventions,  a  candidate  for  all  sorts  of  offices,  appointive  and 
elective.  He  has  been  a  United  States  civil  service  commis- 
sioner, a  New  York  police  commissioner,  governor  of  New 
York,  and  seven  years  he  was  the  President  of  the  United 
States.  Tender  in  his  inexperience,  he  set  out  to  get  another 
nomination  for  President,  only  to  find  himself  surrounded  by 
wicked  and  designing  men,  who  meanly  took  advantage  of  his 
innocence  and  sordidly  traded  on  his  lack  of  knowledge.  Sin- 
ful veterans  in  the  base  usages  of  politics  came  to  him  and 
filled  his  mind  with  falsehoods,  which  he,  unhappy  child,  was 
not  able  to  detect.  Guileless,  he  believed  all  that  was  told 
to  him,  being  unguided  by  the  light  of  personal  knowledge. 
So  Ormsby  McHarg  imposed  on  him  and  led  him  astray,  and 
filled  him  with  misunderstandings  and  misconceptions  and 
falsehoods. — New  York  Sun. 


Pertinent  Questions. 
Do  we  want  Roosevelt  and  a  third  term  ?  Must  the  people 
rule  through  Roosevelt  alone  ?  Must  a  new  party  be  built 
around  the  personality  and  the  ambitions  of  Roosevelt  out  of 
the  wreck  of  the  machine  and  the  bosses  that  have  broken 
down  the  old  party  ?  Or  must  we  insist  that  party  control, 
party  discipline,  party  regularity  are  indispensable  in  free 
America,  despite  the  machinations  of  reactionary  leaders  and 
the  stratagems  of  selfish  politicians  ?  Must  we  declare  that 
a  President  with  a  fair  record  once  elected  must  be  renomi- 
nated by  his  party  in  common  justice  and  fair  play,  however 
certain  and  disastrous  his  defeat?  Must  we  stand  up  and  be 
counted  so  as  to  register  a  protest  against  a  personal  enter- 
prise to  capture  the  Republican  party  for  personal  aims  mas- 
querading in  the  guise  of  progressiveness,  emancipation,  and 
liberty?  Where  does  our  obligation  to  party  end  and  our  duty 
to  individual  rights  and  the  common  welfare  begin  ? — Port- 
land Oregonian.  

"Can  We  Vindicate  the  State?" 
We  can  offer  no  apology  for  the  part  that  California  dele- 
gates played  at  the  Republican  convention.  We  only  know 
that  President  Taft  is  too  great  a  statesman  to  be  revengeful. 
The  Republican  leaders  of  the  East  know  that  punishment 
should  be  and  will  be  meted  out  to  the  men  from  California 
who  misrepresented  and  disgraced  this  state.  The  governor 
of  this  state  will  go  down  to  political  oblivion,  and  it  may  be 
the  best  thing  that  ever  happened  to  him.  Heney's  role  at 
the  Chicago  Coliseum  has  classified  him  to  Eastern  politicians. 
He  can  never  again  be  mistaken  for  a  Republican.  Meyer 
Lissner  has  accepted  a  position  on  Roosevelt's  organization 
committee,  and  will  therefore  sail  away  into  that  political 
bourne  from  which  no  politician  ever  returns.  It  may  be 
that  through  sheer  buffoonery  the  California  supporters  of 
Roosevelt  strengthened  the  sentiment  and  the  organization  for 
Taft.  If  this  is  so  the  state  will  get  a  left-handed  compliment. 
The  Argus  predicts  that  the  return  to  President  Taft  and  the 
Republican  party  will  be  quiet  but  overwhelming  in 
numbers  in  the  State  of  California  during  this  summer. 
In  the  locality  where  this  paper  circulates  the  change  began 
to  be  evident  as  soon  as  Heney  started  his  border  ruffianism 
on  the  floor  of  the  Coliseum,  and.  when  the  governor's  choice 
changed  from  the  bluster  of  the  braggart  to  the  bleat  of  the 
bad  loser,  California's  voters  spat  distastefully,  and  will 
remain  quiet  until  next  fall,  when  they  will  vote  for  Taft. — 
Covina  Argus.  

"He  Can  Destroy." 
In  place  of  the  former  cry,  "He  can  win,"  there  is  now 
nothing  to  substitute  but  the  very  uninspiring  declaration,  "He 
can  destroy."  His  only  present  aim  is  disruptive  and  de- 
structive. To  beat  Taft  is  his  first  objective ;  his  second  is 
to  smash  the  Republican  party.  There  is,  to  be  sure,  some 
talk  about  gathering  up  the  fragments  four  years  from  now 
and  winning  then,  but  this  thing  of  an  adjourned  success  has 
no  charm  for  politicians.  ...  It  can  be  said  of  Roosevelt  to- 
day more  truthfully  than  it  was  said  of  Taft  all  the  first  half 
of  the  year:  "He  can  not  possibly  be  elected."  What  won- 
der, then,  that  he  is  being  abandoned  by  the  men  who  were 
brought  into  his  camp  as  that  of  the  only  man  who  could  be 
elected?  They  are  merely  acting  on  the  same  motive  which 
impelled  them  to  cleave  to  him.  If  he  can  not  win,  they  have 
no  use  for  him. — New  York  Evening  Post. 


Founded  on  a  Quicksand. 
To  build  a  party  on  a  man's  name  or  personality  is  like 
building  a  skyscraper  on  a  bottomless  quicksand.  And  the 
new  Roosevelt  party,  so  far  as  can  now  be  seen,  would  have 
no  other  asset  of  value  than  Mr.  Roosevelt's  personal  pres- 
tige. To  get  at  the  principles  he  stands  for — principles  enough 
differentiated,  mark  you,  from  the  principles  of  parties  already 
in  the  field — note  the  distinguishing  features  of  the  platform 
his  lieutenants  have  presented  to  the  resolutions  committee 
at  Chicago.  .  .  .  Generalities  about  the  right  of  the  people 
to  rule  and  denunciations  of  machines  and  bosses  are  merely 
the  common  coinage  of  reformers  in  all  parties ;  they  fail 
entirely  to  lay  the  basis  of  a  new  political  organization. — 
Springfield  Republican.  

Personal  Parties  a  Failure. 
There  is  no  instance  of  a  personally  organized  and  con- 
ducted political  party  in  this  country.  Jefferson  and  Jackson, 
although  they  both  organized  parties,  did  so  as  the  repre- 
sentatives of  ideas  and  principles.  .  .  .  Hearst  failed  in  his 
effort  to  create  a  new  party.  The  failure  was  largely  because 
there  was  too  much  Hearst  about  it.  The  weakness  of  the 
present  new  party  proposal  is  that  there  is  too  much  Roosevelt 
about  it.  .  .  .  Roosevelt  is,  of  course,  the  strength  of  the 
new  party  movement.  But  he  also  is  its  weakness.  One  way 
to  get  his  strength  and  to  avoid  his  weakness  would  be  to 
place  him  not  first,  but  second,  on  the  ticket.  If  he  were  a 
candidate  for  Vice-President  it  would  not  be  possible  to 
bring  the  charges  that  will  damage  the  new  party  the  most. — 
Nezv  York  Globe,  June  20th. 


Lincoln  and  Roosevelt. 
The  common  characteristics  of  the  two  men  are  indeed 
numerous.  Lincoln  was,  first  of  all,  infinitely  patient.  He 
could  wait.  He  could  thrust  aside  an  opportunity,  if  the 
opportunity  demanded  the  sacrificing  of  honor.  He  rested 
confidently  upon  principle,  profoundly  sure  that  in  the  long 
run  principle  would  win.  He  appealed  to  intelligence,  good 
judgment,  patriotism — to  the  best  that  there  is  in  human 
nature.  He  was  fair  to  his  opponents.  No  speech  that  he 
ever  made  in  all  his  history  had  in  it  anything  of  claptrap, 
anything  of  "playing  to  the  gallery"  or  of  appeal  to  the  mob, 
or  to  senseless  passion.  In  short,  it  seems  to  me  that  there 
are  few  Americans  whose  speeches  better  repay  careful  study, 
or  are  more  inspiring,  more  truly  educational,  more  whole- 
somely patriotic.  They  ring  clear  and  true.  They  stand  as  a 
living  rebuke  to  the  political  adventurer,  the  self-seeking  dem- 
agogue whose  first  shout  is  that  battle-cry  of  all  the  dema- 
gogues that  ever  disgraced  history,  "Let  the  people  rule" — 
in  their  mouths  a  cynical  and  Satanic  invocation  to  all  the 
gods  of  misrule! — W.  C.  Taylor,  Brooklinc,  Massachusetts. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  6,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


There  is  something  a  little  pathetic  in  the  efforts  of  King 
George  to  struggle  against  a  sense  of  unpopularity.  It  is  to 
be  feared  that  the  struggle  may  be  a  vain  one.  To  be  seen 
much  of  men,  to  be  faithful  in  routine  duties,  are  royal 
virtues,  but  they  do  not  bring  popularity  unless  they  are  ac- 
companied by  a  divine  fire  of  unconventionality.  Kings  are 
never  popular,  but  men  who  are  also  kings  may  be  popular. 
We  acclaim  the  incongruous  and  the  unexpected  such  as 
human  nature  in  royalty,  but  we  have  no  cheers  for  royalty 
which  is  only  royalty.  But  that  George  V  should  now  be 
attacked  by  the  Tory  party  is  the  unkindest  cut  of  all,  for 
of  all  disloyalties  the  most  malicious  is  the  disloyalty  of 
the  loyal.  The  Tory  party  has  not  forgiven  the  king  for  his 
share  in  the  coercion  of  the  House  of  Lords,  and  that  the 
wound  still  rankles  is  shown  by  the  amazing  outburst  in  the 
London  World.  "A  king  who  avails  himself  of  the  people's 
loyalty  to  make  things  easy  for  himself  and  his  dynasty  and 
evade  the  responsibilities  of  his  office  is  sapping  the  sources 
upon  which  this  loyalty  is  based."  That  an  English  king  is 
no  more  than  the  mouthpiece  of  his  ministers  matters  not 
at  all  to  the  World.  Nominally  he  had  the  power  to  protect 
the  Lords,  and  he  should  have  used  it.  And  so  the  World 
continues  its  rebuke  in  still  more  seditious  language:  "A 
king  who  allows  his  position  as  a  symbol  of  the  unity  of 
the  people  to  be  used  by  ministers  whose  one  object  is  dis- 
union and  discord  may  find  that  he,  too,  is  destroyed  with 
the  destruction  of  that  which  he  signified.  In  the  end  there 
can  be  no  sentiments  save  anger  and  contempt  for  a  senile 
constitutionalism  which  has  allowed  itself  to  be  pushed  about 
in  a  Bath  chair."  . 

Some  of  the  newspapers  of  Australia  and  New  Zealand 
are  much  distressed  by  the  vigor  of  the  opposition  to  the 
present  system  of  compulsory  military  training.  Critics  have 
even  gone  so  far  as  to  warn  intending  immigrants  to  stay  at 
home  or  to  select  some  other  country  where  the  ideals  of 
militarism  are  less  in  evidence.  And  yet,  say  the  newspapers, 
we  have  nothing  in  Australia  that  is  worthy  the  name  of 
conscription.  The  period  of  enforced  service  is  so  insignifi- 
cant that  to  speak  of  compulsory  militarism  is  absurd.  But 
how,  then,  shall  we  speak  of  it?  The  service  is  military  and 
it  is  also  compulsory,  and  compulsory  military  service  is  con- 
scription, no  matter  if  it  lasts  for  nine  minutes,  nine  weeks, 
or  nine  months  of  the  year.  To  defend  the  system  on  the 
ground  of  its  slight  extent  is  like  the  plea  of  the  young  woman 
who  had  had  an  improper  baby,  that  it  was  a  very  small  one. 
The  objectionable  element  is  the  compulsion,  not  the  length 
of  the  service.  Once  establish  the  principle  of  compulsion 
and  we  know  the  beast  of  militarism  well  enough  to  be 
assured  that  the  nine  days  of  service  will  become  fourteen 
days  and  then  fourteen  weeks.  There  is  therefore  some 
cause  for  the  general  regret  that  Australia  and  New  Zealand 
shou'd  deliberately  choose  militarism  and  conscription.  There 
is  also  some  reason  why  immigrants  should  select  their  future 
homes  in  countries  where   the  soldier  is  not  paramount. 


China  is  evidently  in  the  stage  of  good  resolutions,  a  stage 
that  is  usually  a  short  one  if  the  experience  of  individuals 
may  be  taken  as  a  criterion.  She  has  decided  that  for  the 
present  at  least  the  public  service  shall  not  be  regarded  as 
a  means  of  livelihood  and  that  those  who  serve  the  state  must 
look  within  their  consciences  for  a  reward.  Therefore  orders 
have  been  issued  that  ministers  and  vice-ministers  will  re- 
ceive no  salary,  while  their  subordinates  will  be  restricted  to 
$60  a  month.  This,  says  a  Chinese  newspaper  with  a  certain 
fine  confusion  of  metaphor,  will  cause  the  seekers  for  loaves 
and  fishes  to  depart  for  other  fields  where  loaves  and  fishes 
are  more  plentiful.  Poor  and  conscientious  officials  may 
suffer,   but   "the   country   at   large  will   benefit." 


Jack  Johnson,  champion  heavyweight  pugilist,  has  been  in- 
dicted for  smuggling  a  diamond  necklace  into  the  country, 
but  "the  federal  authorities  have  announced  that  the  indict- 
ment will  not  interfere  with  the  Johnson-Flynn  fight  on  July 
•4."  Thus  does  a  paternal  government  seek  to  allay  popular 
apprehension  and  restrain  the  application  of  the  criminal  law 
to  its  due  and  proper  place. 


Things  have  come  to  a  pretty  pass  when  a  physician  of 
eminence  can  be  officially  denounced  as  a  quack  for  depre- 
cating the  use  of  the  knife  in  cancer  cases  and  advocating  a 
special  diet  in  its  place.  Such  is  the  fate  that  has  befallen 
Dr.  Robert  Bell,  an  English  physician  of  unquestioned  emi- 
nence, a  pupil  of  Lord  Lister,  and  for  twenty  years  senior 
physician  at  the  Women's  Hospital  of  Glasgow.  His  assail- 
ants were  Dr.  E.  F.  Basford,  general  superintendent  of  cancer 
research,  and  the  British  Medical  Journal,  and  the  reports 
show  that  Dr.  Bell  has  secured  substantial  damages.  Dr. 
Bell  said  that  he  had  never  succeeded  in  saving  a  life  by 
operation,  but  his  system  of  diet  had  cured  10  per  cent  of  all 
the  cases  he  had  treated.  But  apparently  it  is  quackery  to 
cure  disease  in  any  but  the  orthodox  way. 


We  don't  hear  much  of  Cyprus  nowadays,  but  it  loomed 
rather  largely  upon  the  map  when  Lord  Beaconsfield  placed 
it  under  British  administration  some  thirty  years  ago.  That 
we  have  nut  heard  much  about  it  seems  to  show  that  the 
administration  has  been  a  good  one,  since  good  governments 
make  no  history  and  are  therefore  the  enemies  of  newspapers. 
Bu1  the  administration  must  be  somewhat  difficult,  according 
to  a  Story  t°ld  in  the  New  York  Sun.  The  population  is  com- 
posed of  Greeks  and  Turks,  who  are  not  exactly  like  little 
birds  in  a  nest  and  who  are  rather  prone  to  hate  each  other 
for  the  love  of  God.  The  police  chief  at  Famagusta  was 
recently  waited  on  by  a  body  of  Greeks  asking  if  they  might 
have  a  p.ocession  on  the  following  Tuesday.  They  explained 
that  the>   wished  "to  commemorate  the  ever  distressful  taking 


of  Constantinople  by  the  infidel  Turks."  Half  an  hour  later 
a  deputation  of  Turks  arrived.  They,  too,  wished  to  celebrate 
the  following  Tuesday  by  the  firing  of  cannon.  "Why  do 
you  wish  to  fire  cannon?"  they  were  asked.  "To  celebrate 
the  ever  glorious  taking  of  Constantinople  by  the  true  be- 
lievers of  the  prophet,"  was  the  reply.  The  perplexed  official 
gave  the  desired  permission  in  both  cases,  and  so  the  Greeks 
had  their  mournful  procession  to  the  joyful  sound  of  the 
Turkish  cannon.  And  perhaps  they  were  both  the  better  for 
it.  It  is  always  a  good  thing  to  let  off  the  steam  when  the 
pressure  is  high.  

If  Professor  Metchnikoff  had  said  half  the  things  that  he 
is  reported  to  have  said  it  would  be  necessary  to  write  him 
down  a  charlatan.  It  is  one  of  the  penalties  of  modern  science 
that  its  simplest  utterances  are  translated  into  sensationalism 
by  the  daily  newspaper,  and  Metchnikoff  has  had  more  than 
his  share  to  suffer  from  this  cause.  It  need  hardly  be  said 
that  he  has  never  described  buttermilk  as  the  elixir  of  life 
nor  made  any  of  the  fantastic  promises  for  the  prolongation 
of  health  that  are  usually  ascribed  to  him.  He  does  believe 
that  "unhappy  old  age"  is.  due  to  the  poisoning  of  certain 
tissues  and  that  the  mischief  may  be  partly  arrested  by  cer- 
tain agencies  more  or  less  associated  with  sour  milk.  But  he 
gives  no  extravagant  assurances  nor  does  he  lessen  the  em- 
phasis which  ordinary  sanity  must  always  place  upon  correct 
living  as  the  only  elixir  of  life  that  is  within  our  reach.  The 
extent  of  his  caution  in  this  respect  is  shown  by  the  state- 
ment contained  in  his  famous  volume  on  "The  Prolongation 
of  Life."  Dealing  with  the  dietetic  possibilities  of  the  future, 
he  says :  "In  the  meantime,  those  who  wish  to  preserve 
their  intelligence  as  long  as  possible  and  to  make  their  cycle 
of  life  as  normal  as  possible  under  present  conditions  must 
depend  on  general  sobriety  and  on  habits  of  conforming  to 
the  rules  of  rational  hygiene."  This,  of  course,  is  somewhat 
disappointing.  Our  chief  demand  upon  science  is  for  some- 
thing that  will  enable  us  to  break  the  rules  of  health  without 
paying  the  penalties.     Any  one  can  pay  penalties. 


The  popularity  enjoyed  by  the  Queen  of  Holland  during 
her  recent  visit  to  Paris  is  said  to  be  partly  due  to  the 
pleasure  of  the  people  in  a  legitimate  cry  of  "Vive  la  Reine." 
Royalties  always  have  a  good  time  in  Paris,  and  for  the  same 
reason.  For  a  thousand  years  its  streets  have  rung  with 
royalist  cries,  and  these  would  be  painfully  absent  but  for 
an  occasional  visit  that  gives  proper  excuse  for  their  renewal. 


What  a  fine  thing  it  would  be  for  the  Chinese — and  for  us 
— if  Mr.  Roosevelt  could  be  persuaded  to  lend  his  energies 
to  the  new  republic.  Such  a  benefaction  bestowed  by  America 
upon  China  would  be  like  the  quality  of  mercy,  blessing  him 
that  gives  and  him  that  takes.  The  proposal  has  been  made 
by  Quan  Sing  of  the  Cleveland  immigration  office,  and  the 
same  enlightened  official  says  that  Wu  Ting-fang  is  impressed 
with  the  importance  of  the  idea  and  intends  to  take  steps 
toward  a  formal  invitation.  It  might  save  the  situation  in 
both  countries.  The  Chinese  are  well  used  to  the  rule  of 
the  gods  and  their  knees  bend  automatically  as  they  approach 
a  throne.  Our  love  for  the  Chinese  could  take  no  more 
practical  and  beneficent  a  form  than  the  bestowal  upon  them 
of  a  ruler  who  could  so  well  combine  the  externals  of  democ- 
racy with   the   internals  of   autocracy. 


Ancient  prejudices  have  a  certain  vitality  about  them  that 
defies  time.  There  are  plenty  of  Englishmen  today  who  will 
lose  their  temper  in  a  discussion  on  the  character  of  Oliver 
Cromwell,  and  now  we  find  a  heated  debate  in  the  French 
Chamber  on  the  propriety  of  celebrating  the  birth  anniver- 
sary of  Jean  Jacques  Rousseau,  who  first  opened  his  eyes 
upon  the  world  two  hundred  years  ago.  The  proposal  was 
hotly  opposed  by  the  Monarchist-Catholic  minority,  numbering 
112  votes,  who  denounced  the  bestowal  of  posthumous  honors 
upon  the  man  who  was  described  as  the  father  of  anarchy. 
And  yet  there  is  hardly  an  intelligent  man  in  the  France 
of  today  who  would  hesitate  to  subscribe  to  every  article 
in  the  Contrat  Sociale.  Compared  with  the  mildest  radical  of 
today,   Rousseau  would  rank  almost   as  a  conservative. 


A  sense  of  humor  in  a  preacher  of  the  Crusades  seems  in- 
congruous, if  not  incredible,  but  Foulques  de  Neuilly,  of 
whom  Professor  John  C.  Hildt  writes  in  the  South  Atlantic 
Quarterly,  evidently  possessed  it.  One  day,  when  his  gar- 
ments were  being  torn  from  him  by  the  crowd,  who  thought 
every  bit  of  his  clothing  holy,  he  called  out :  "Take  care,  do 
not  tear  to  pieces  my  clothes ;  they  are  not  blessed.  I  am 
going  to  bless  the  cassock  of  that  man  yonder."  Thereupon 
he  made  the  sign  of  the  cross,  and  immediately  the  people 
fell  upon  the  other  man  and  tore  his  garments  into  a  thou- 
sand pieces,  each  of  which  was  treasured  as  a  relic.  Nor  did 
Foulques  lack  shrewdness.  The  power  of  working  miracles 
was  attributed  to  him,  and  multitudes  flocked  to  him  from 
great  distances  to  be  healed.  His  method  of  curing  them 
was  simple ;  merely  a  touch  of  the  hands,  or  the  bestowal 
of  his  blessing  with  the  sign  of  the  cross  or  a  drink  of  holy 
water  from  his  own  hand.  Of  course,  many  were  not  healed. 
To  these  he  said  that  the  time  for  their  cure  had  not  come, 
or  that  they  had  not  sufficiently  expiated  their  sins,  or  that  it 
was  not  good  for  their  souls  for  them  to  be  healed  straight- 
way, lest  they  speedily  fall  again  into  their  worldly  ways. 
Apparently   these   explanations   were   satisfactory. 

Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


Arsenic  has,  perhaps,  been  more  frequently  used  than 
any  other  poison  for  criminal  purposes.  It  has  been 
proved  identical  with  the  "wonderful  elixir"  of  the 
seventeenth  century,  when  secret  poisoning  became  so 
frequent  in  Italy  that  the  clergy,  despite  the  rules  of 
the  confessional,  acquainted  Pope  Alexander  VII  in 
164S  with  the  extent  of  the  practice. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


The  Bumboat  Woman's  Story. 
I'm   old,   my   dears,   and   shriveled   with   age,   and   work,    and 

grief, 
My  eyes  are  gone,  and  my  teeth  have  been  drawn  by  time,  the 

Thief! 
For  terrible  sights  I've  seen,   and  dangers  great  I've  run — 
I'm  nearly  seventy  now,   and  my  work  is  almost  done! 

Ah  !    I've  been  young  in   my  time,  and  I've  played  the  deuce 

with  men ! 
I'm  speaking  of  ten  years  past — I  was  barely  sixty  then: 
My  cheeks  were  mellow  and  soft,  and  my  eyes  were  large  and 

sweet, 
Poll    Pineapple's    eyes   were   the   standing   toast   of    the    Royal 

Fleet ! 

A  bumboat  woman  was  I,  and  I  faithfully  served  the  ships 

With  apples  and  cakes,  and  fowls,  and  beer,  and  halfpenny 
dips, 

And  beef  for  the  generous  mess,  where  the  officers  dine  at 
nights, 

And  fine  fresh  peppermint  drops  for  the  rollicking  midship- 
mites. 

Of  all  the  kind  commanders  who  anchored  in  Portsmouth  Bay, 
By  far  the  sweetest  of  all  was  kind  Lieutenant  Belaye. 
Lieutenant  Belaye  commanded  the  gunboat  Hot  Cross  Bun, 
She  was  seven  and  thirty  feet  in  length,  and  she  carried  a  gun. 

With  a  laudable  view  of  enhancing  his  country's  naval  pride, 
When  people  inquired  her  size.  Lieutenant  Belaye  replied, 
"Oh,  my  ship,  my  ship,  is  the  first  of  the  Hundred  and  Seventy- 
ones  !" 
Which  meant  her  tonnage,  but  people  imagined  it  meant  her 
guns. 

Whenever  I  went  on  board  he  would  beckon  me  down  below, 
"Come  down,  little  Buttercup,  come"   (for  he  loved  to  call  me 

so), 
And  he'd  tell  of  the  fights  at  sea  in  which  he'd  taken  part, 
And  so   Lieutenant  Belaye  won  poor  Poll   Pineapple's  heart ! 

But  at  length  his  orders  came,  and  he  said  one  day,  said  he, 
"I'm  ordered  to  sail  with  the  Hot  Cross  Bun  to  the  German 

Sea." 
And  the   Portsmouth  maidens  wept  when  they  learnt  the   evil 

day, 
For  every  Portsmouth  maid  loved  good  Lieutenant  Belaye. 

And  I  went  to  a  back  back  street,  with  plenty  of  cheap  cheap 

shops. 
And  I  bought  an  oilskin  hat  and  a  second-hand  suit  of  slops, 
And    I    went   to    Lieutenant   Belaye    ^and   he    never    suspected 

me !) 
And  I  entered  myself  as  a  chap  as  wanted  to  go  to  sea. 

We  sailed  that  afternoon  at  the  mystic  hour  of  one — 
Remarkably  nice  young  men  were  the  crew  of  the  Hot  Cross 

Bun. 
I'm  sorry  to  say  that  I've  heard  that  sailors  sometimes  swear, 
But  I  never  yet  heard  a  Bun  say  anything  wrong,  I  declare. 

When  Jack  Tars  meet,  they  meet  with  a  "Messmate  ho !   What 

cheer?" 
But  here,  on  the  Hot  Cross  Bun,  it  was  "How  do  you  do,  my 

dear  ?" 
When  Jack  Tars  growl,  I  believe  they  growl  with  a  big,  big 

D 

But  the  strongest  oath  of  the  Hot  Cross  Bun  was  a  mild  "Dear 

me !" 

Yet,   though  they  were  all  well-bred,  you  could  scarcely  call 

them  slick  : 
Whenever  a  sea  was  on,  they  were  all  extremely  sick; 
And  whenever  the  weather  was  calm,  and  the  wind  was  light 

and  fair, 
They  spent  more  time  than  a  sailor  should  on  his  back  back 

hair. 

They  certainly  shivered  and  shook  when  ordered  aloft  to  run. 
And    they    screamed    when    Lieutenant    Belaye    discharged    his 

only  gun. 
And  as  he  was  proud  of  his  gun — such  pride  is  hardly  wrong — 
The  Lieutenant  was  blazing  away  at  intervals  all  day  long. 

They  all  agreed  very  well,  though  at  times  you  heard  it  said 
That  Bill  had  a  way  of  his  own  of  making  his  lips  look  red — 
That  Joe  looked  quite  his  age — or  somebody  might  declare 
That  Barnacle's  long  pigtail  was  never  his  own  own  hair. 

Belaye  would   admit  that  his  men   were  of  no   great  use   to 

him, 
"But,  then,"  he  would  say,  "there  is  little  to  do  on  a  gunboat 

trim. 
I  can  hand,  and  reef,  and  steer,  and  fire  my  big  gun  too — 
And  it  is  such  a  treat  to  sail  with  a  gentle,  wellbred  crew." 

I  saw  him  every  day.     How  happy  the  moments  sped! 
Reef  topsails!      Make  all  taut!     There's  dirty  weather  ahead! 
(I  do  not  mean  that  tempests  threatened  the  Hot  Cross  Bun: 
In  that  case,  I  don't  know  whatever  we  should  have  done!) 

After  a  fortnight's  cruise,  we  put  into  port  one  day, 
And  oft'  on  leave  for  a  week  went  kind  Lieutenant  Belaye, 
And  after  a  long  week  had  passed   (and  it  seemed  like  a  life). 
Lieutenant  Belaye  returned  to  his  ship  with  a  fair  young  wife  ! 

He  up,  and  he  says,  says  he,  "O  crew  of  the  Hot  Cross  Bun, 
Here   is   the  wife   of  my  heart,   for  the   Church   has  made   us 

one  !" 
And  as  he  uttered  the  word,  the  crew  went  out  of  their  wits, 
And  all  fell  down  in  some  many  separate  fainting-fits. 

And  then  their  hair  came  down,  or  off,  as  the  case  might  be, 
And  lo !  the  rest  of  the  crew  were  simple  girls,  like  me, 
Who  all  had  fled  from  their  homes  in  a  sailor's  blue  array, 
To  follow  the  shifting  fate  of  kind  Lieutenant  Belaye. 


It's  strange  to  think  that  /  should  ever  have  loved  young  men, 
But  I'm  speaking  of  ten  years  past — I  was  barely  sixty  then. 
And  now  my  cheeks  are  furrowed  with  grief  and  age,  I  trow  I 
And  poor  Poll  Pineapple's  eyes  have  lost  their  lustre  now ! 
—  W.  S.  Gilbert. 

The  rack  road  up  Mount  Pilatus,  one  of  the  loftiest 
peaks  of  the  Bernese  Alps,  in  Switzerland,  is  said  to 
have  the  steepest  grade  of  any  road  in  the  world  not 
operated  by  cables.  Rising  from  the  western  shore  of 
Lake  Lucerne  the  rails  ascend  the  precipitous  side  of 
the  mountain,  6998  feet  to  its  summit. 

No  machine  has  as  yet  been  invented  in  France  which 
can  supersede  manual  labor  in  the  manufacture  of 
champagne  bottles.  The  men  performing  this  difficult 
work  are  well  paid. 


July  6,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


FOOD  PROBLEMS  IN  MANHATTAN. 


Vegetarianism  Would  Have  a  Boom  Were  There  an  Ade- 
quate Supply  of  Green  Things. 


Manhattan  has  never  been  so  near  enforced  vege- 
tarianism as  during  the  past  month.  There  seems  no 
other  escape  from  the  ills  that  beset  rich  and  poor  alike, 
and  even  that  way  is  hedged  about  with  difficulties. 
What  with  the  waiters'  strike  at  hotels  and  restaurants, 
making  it  a  matter  of  strategy  and  patience  for  bache- 
lors to  accomplish  three  meals  a  day,  however  willing 
to  pay  and  to  tip,  and  the  simultaneous  boycott  of  East- 
Side  marketmen  by  the  heads  of  families,  who  rebelled 
against  paying  high  prices  for  meat,  the  food  question 
has  become  stridently  insistent.  A  happy  relief  would 
appear  in  turning  to  fruits,  nuts,  and  vegetables,  espe- 
cially if  we  could  learn  to  relish  in  its  raw  state  that 
plebeian  but  indispensable  tuber,  the  potato.  But  a 
more  general  demand  for  the  products  of  the  orchard 
and  the  garden  would  indubitably  send  prices  already 
plumed  for  flight  soaring  into  the  inaccessible  blue. 
Only  the  things  undesired  are  always  within  reach. 

After  more  than  a  month  of  vain  comings  out  and 
goings  in  the  waiters'  strike  has  collapsed.  It  never 
had  any  chance  of  success,  but  it  has  enforced  some 
serious  lessons.  First,  the  great,  reckless,  extravagant 
public  has  been  obliged  to  recognize  the  fact  that  it 
had  never  bought  any  genuine  regard  with  its  padded 
system  of  tips.  Waiters  who  had  been  made  acquainted 
with  a  bank  account  through  the  long-continued  and  lib- 
eral patronage  of  an  easily  suited  patron,  left  that  well- 
paying  guest  as  quickly  and  remorselessly  when  the 
strike  whistle  sounded  as  they  did  the  party  of  rustic 
strangers  whose  alighting  showed  no  indications  of 
Broadway  methods.  Easy-going  bonifaces  found  they 
had  no  stronger  claim  to  consideration  than  the  reputed 
grasping  martinets  of  the  profession.  The  squires  of  the 
tray  and  napkin  had  been  infected  with  the  notion  that 
they  could  easily  obtain  the  abrogation  of  all  rules 
affecting  their  conduct,  and  with  higher  pay  and  more 
power  actually  raise  the  present  scale  of  tips.  They 
created  much  disorder  and  no  little  embarrassment  in 
their  efforts  to  these  ends,  but  they  gained  no  benefit, 
and  in  squads  or  one  by  one  they  are  returning  to  their 
old  places  wherever  they  are  still  open.  If  there  is  any 
sympathy  for  them  it  is  not  apparent.  But  a  more  mode- 
rate recognition  in  the  way  of  tips  is  easily  to  be  noted. 
Resentment  by  the  public  which  suffered  most  and  was 
not  in  the  least  at  fault  is  natural  and  will  not  soon 
be  smothered. 

A  season  less  auspicious  could  not  have  been  chosen 
by  the  organizers  of  the  strike.  The  summer  was  close 
at  hand — the  last  week  has  been  more  than  hot — and 
many  of  the  hotel  men  were  pleased  to  have  a  good 
excuse  for  closing  their  dining-rooms.  Business  is 
never  remunerative  during  the  early  weeks  of  the 
heated  term,  and  with  strong  counter  attractions,  not 
only  in  mountain  and  seaside  resorts  but  in  the  con- 
vention cities  as  well,  the  prospect  was  not  alluring 
under  ordinary  conditions  in  the  service  department. 
As  it  is,  they  have  probably  lost  more  than  usually,  and 
have  only  as  compensation  the  readjustment  of  some 
grievances.  And  the  readjustment  is  likely  to  be  of 
brief  duration.  The  waiters  and  cooks  are  overwhelm- 
ingly foreign,  not  merely  in  nativity  and  language,  but 
in  ideas.  They  were  easily  led  by  the  agitators,  and 
are  likely  to  be  stirred  up  again  as  soon  as  the  shock 
of  the  present  disappointment  is  forgotten. 

Turning  from  this  fruitless  attempt  to  overcome  eco- 
nomic necessities,  another  quite  as  vain  may  be  seen 
in  a  near  but  contrasted  field.  Thrifty  housekeepers  of 
the  great  East  Side  long  ago  decided  that  the  price  of 
meat  had  risen  beyond  all  reason.  First  they  declared 
for  a  boycott  and  resolved  to  avoid  steaks  and  chops, 
roasts  and  stews,  but  this  movement  was  followed  half- 
heartedly. Then  more  positive  measures  were  deter- 
mined upon,  and  the  meat-market  men  were  ordered 
to  close  their  doors  till  the  butchers  and  wholesale 
dealers  were  willing  to  accept  lower  figures.  Many  of 
the  shops  acceded,  under  pressure,  and  reluctant  small 
dealers  were  violently  attacked  by  strenuous  advocates 
of  the  housewives'  cause.  Even  a  small  crowd  of  hos- 
tile women  can  exert  remarkable  power,  and  after  some 
feeble  resistance  most  of  the  temporizing  dealers  shut 
up  shop.  No  less  than  900  places  where  meat  was  the 
staple  of  merchandise  have  been  closed  or  changed  in 
character.  There  is  good  foundation  for  the  outcry  of 
the  buyers.  Meat  has  doubled  in  price  within  two  years. 
The  cheapest  cuts  of  steak  are  twenty  cents  a  pound 
now,  and  other  portions  correspondingly  high. 

Fish  markets  should  have  benefited  by  this  stand 
against  meat,  but  the  dealers  have  been  slow  to  take 
advantage  of  the  opportunity  or  too  eager  for  gain.  A 
reasonable  schedule  of  prices  for  sea  food  would  not  only 
have  increased  sales  largely  but  have  established  firmly 
new  customs  and  tastes.  For  all  its  unlimited  supply, 
New  York  does  not  sell  a  vast  amount  of  fish  to  the 
class  that  counts  its  nickels.  Even  the  cheapest  grades 
of  fish  are  not  eagerly  taken  by  a  presumably  hunger- 
driven  populace,  while  the  choicer  varieties  are  seldom 
offered  at  prices  that  make  them  a  cheap  foundation 
for  a  hearty  meal.  Reforms  in  methods  of  sale  as  well 
as  in  cost  are  being  worked  out,  and  some  benefits  will 
be  derived,  but  as  yet  the  diverting  of  market-goers  is 
but  moderate.  Good  fish  at  five  cents  a  pound  is  talked 
about  but  seldom  found  as  a  reality. 

So  vegetarianism  should  have  a  boom,  and  the  "back 
to  the  farm"  slogan  rise  into  prominence  with  the  cries 
of  the  hawkers.    At  least  just  now,  when  the  scorching 


summer  is  full  upon  us.  It  is  a  serious  problem,  this 
one  of  food  for  five  millions  of  people.  There  is  no 
subject  more  prolific  of  amazement  and  misconception. 
How  the  supplies  can  be  brought  in  and  distributed, 
even  at  present  prices,  when  variety,  quantity,  and 
quality  are  taken  into  consideration  will  ever  be  a  mys- 
tery to  all  except  the  heads  of  the  great  purveying  con- 
cerns. The  water  supply  alone,  which  comes  by 
gravity,  has  cost  unnumbered  millions,  just  for  pipes 
and  hydrants.  That  there  must  be  much  greater  fric- 
tion, more  expense  for  transportation,  and  for  delivery 
charges,  in  the  case  of  solids  is  not  remarkable,  and  the 
total  is  staggering  even  to  those  familiar  with  big 
figures.  The  wonder  is,  not  that  prices  are  high,  but 
that  the  necessities  are  to  be  had  at  all.  There  must 
be  a  limit  beyond  which  cities  can  not  grow,  a  limit 
set  by  the  continually  rising  cost  of  food  and  rent. 
New  York,  June  26,  1912.  Flaneur. 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR. 


African    Political   Organization. 

President :   Dr.  A.  Abdurahman. 

General  Executive  Headquarters,  119  Loop  Street. 

Cape  Town,  22-5-12. 

Editor  Argonaut  :  I  have  today  forwarded  to  the  pub- 
lishers a  year's  subscription  to  the  Argonaut  and  the  North 
American  Review.  I  am  now  writing  to  you  for  a  small 
favor.  I  was  a  subscriber  to  your  journal  through  a  local 
agent,  but  owing  to  what  I  considered  excessive  charges  I 
stopped  taking  the  paper  about  eight  months  ago.  Now,  al- 
though one  gets  a  good  idea  of  American  politics  through  the 
Argonaut.  I  like  it  most  from  a  literary  standpoint.  I  know 
of  no  journal  which  excels  it  in  that  respect.  I  also  admire  it 
for  its  uncompromising  attacks  on  anything  savoring  of  cor- 
ruption. 

I  have  no  recollection  of  having  read  anything  where  the 
English  language  has  been  used  with  such  telling  effect  as  in 
your  leaders  on  the  "home-coming"  of  ex-President  Roosevelt 
after  his  African  hunt.  Naturally,  I  imagine  you  have  not 
spared  the  ex-President  since  he  has  decided  to  seek  re- 
election. 

Now,  am  I  asking  too  much  if  I  beg  of  you  to  send  me  a 
few  back  numbers  of  the  Argonaut  containing  articles  on  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  candidature  ? 

I  may  say  that  I  am  editor  of  the  "A.  P.  0."  newspaper 
and  perhaps  for  that  reason  you  might  grant  my  request. 
Under  separate  cover  I  am  sending  you  a  few  issues  of  the 
"A.  P.  O."  and  also  a  copy  of  the  presidential  address.  With 
the  views  expressed  therein,  of  course,  few  Americans  will 
agree.     With   kind  regards,  Yours  respectfully, 

A.  Abdurahman. 


Smith  Baker  Company. 
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Kobe,  7th  May,  1912. 
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been  running  for  some  time  past,  expires  I  think  in  April 
next  year,  and  desiring  to  have  it  renewed  for  four  years  from 
such  time  as  the  current  term  comes  to  an  end,  inclose  here- 
with Demand  Draft  No.  4850  of  the  Hongkong  &  Shanghai 
Bank  in  your  favor  for  $20.  Truly  I  am  one  of  your  old 
friends  and  it  seems  only  yesterday  that  descriptions  of  what 
was  doing  in  regard  to  the  Thigh  Bone  of  the  Grandmother  of 
God  (rare  old  curio  that)  were  appearing.  Naughty,  naughty 
Mr.  Pixley,  Mr.  Hart !  Where  is  that  Bone  now  ?  The  Argo- 
naut survives,  and  as  far  as  I  know  is  the  best  paper  of  its 
kind  published  in  our  great  country.  Continuing  a  subscrip- 
tion, however,  does  not  call  for  the  production  of  a  screed. 
Very  sincerely,  D.   B.  Taylor. 


Clarence  W.  Ashford 
Attorney-at-Law. 

Honolulu,  Hawaii,  June  4,  1912. 
Editor  Argonaut  :  Please  find  draft  in  renewal  of  my  sub- 
scription. I  have  read  your  paper  during  thirty  years  past,  and 
have  always  found  it  a  sound  exponent  of  genuine  American 
doctrine  and  sentiment.  But  this  must  not  be  construed  as 
an  approval  of  its  narrower  adhesion  to  many  of  the  tenets 
of  the  Republican  party,  which  I  find  its  only  fault.  "I  am  a 
Democrat,"  as  the  late  David  B.  Hill  is  said  to  have  re- 
marked. Hence  the  above  limited  objection  to  your  position 
on  some  subjects.  Wishing  you  a  long  career  of  useful- 
ness, I  am,  Very  sincerely,  C.  W.  Ashford. 


Geo.  L.  Dillman 

Engineer. 

501-503  Union  Trust  Building. 

San  Francisco,  June  22,  1912. 

Editor  Argonaut  :  Your  expression  of  desire  to  learn 
something  about  what  is  being  done  about  Hetch  Hetchy  is 
responsible  for  this. 

The  principal  reasons  for  the  adoption  of  Hetch  Hetchy 
as  the  future  water  supply  for  San  Francisco  were  the  entire 
absence  of  adverse  claims  and  the  speed  with  which  it  could 
be  developed,  the  water  brought  here.  There  were  no  legal 
complications,  nothing  to  do  but  to  make  the  storage  and  pipe 
the  water  here. 

That  was  twelve  years  ago.  The  estimated  needs  were 
two  hundred  million  gallons  daily  capacity,  which  looked  a 
long  time  to  the  future.  At  that  time  the  daily  consumption 
was  some  20  per  cent  of  that  amount. 

The  first  serious  move  of  the  city  was  to  grant  that  ad- 
verse rights  did  exist.  There  is  a  small  right,  not  definitely 
determined,  to  somewhere  between  thirty  and  sixty  million 
gallons  a  day  for  power  right  at  La  Grange.  The  city,  in 
their  contract  with  the  Interior  Department,  have  conceded 
an  additional  right  to  the  Modesto  and  Turlock  irrigation  dis- 
tricts to  2350  second  feet,  or  fifteen  hundred  million  gallons 
per  day,  and  the  right  to  develop  by  storage  and  diversion 
that  amount  at  any  time  they  desire  in  the  future. 

The  first  large  payment  made  by  the  city  has  been  $1,000,000 
for  adverse  rights  of  storage  and  flowage  at  Lake  Eleanor  and 
Cherry  Creek. 

The  premises,  the  reasons  for  the  adoption  of  the  Hetch 
Hetchy  supply,  having  been  proven  by  subsequent  events  to  be 
wrong,  isn't  it  possible  that  the  conclusion  was  wrong?  The 
city  is  making  frantic  efforts  to  present  a  good  case  to  the 
Interior  Department.  Have  we  got  a  good  case  ?  Isn't  it 
time,  as  you  suggest  in  your  editorial,  to  have  some  facts 
about  Hetch  Hetchy  made  public  ?  Yours  truly, 

Geo.  L.  Dillman. 


The  Chinese  have  obtained  water  through  the  means 
of  artesian  wells  for  over  a  thousand  years.  One  of  the 
most  famous  wells  in  existence  is  that  of  Grenelle  in  the 
outskirts  of  Paris,  where  the  water  is  brought  from  a 
depth  of  1798  feet.  It  yields  5161/  gallons  of  water  a 
minute.  A  well  in  Pesth  was  sunk  to  the  depth  of 
3100  feet  in  the  'seventies. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Emil  Sauer,  on  whom  the  French  government  has  just 
conferred  the  Legion  of  Honor,  is  the  first  German 
pianist  who  has  ever  been  so  distinguished. 

Colonel  George  W.  Goethals,  in  charge  of  the 
Panama  Canal  work,  received  the  honorary  degree  of 
doctor  of  laws  at  the  annual  commencement  of  Yak- 
University,  in  recognition  of  his  services  in  the  Canal 
Zone. 

Augustus  Eddy  of  Chicago,  father  of  Spencer  Eddy, 
the  diplomatist,  has,  at  the  age  of  sixty,  taken  up 
painting  in  a  serious  manner,  and  is  already  gaining 
recognition  for  his  work  in  France.  He  is  busy  with 
landscapes  and  portraits,  and  is  the  youngest  man  of 
his  age  in  Paris. 

For  the  first  time  in  its  history  Canada  recently  had 
an  American-born  millionaire  as  head  of  the  govern- 
ment. In  the  absence  from  Ottawa  of  the  Honorable 
R.  L.  Borden,  the  Honorable  George  Perley,  who  was 
born  in  the  United  States,  was  the  acting  prime  minis- 
ter, and  it  was  announced  that  Mr.  Perley  would  be 
left  in  charge  when  Mr.  Borden  went  to  England  at 
the  end  of  June. 

Miss  Constance  F.  Gordon-Cumming.  the  famous 
traveler  and  author,  who  recently  celebrated  her 
seventy-fifth  anniversary,  spends  much  of  her  time 
working  for  the  mission  to  the  Chinese  blind  and  illite- 
rate. She  began  traveling  in  1863,  and  was  the  first 
white  woman  to  make  any  attempt  at  exploration  among 
the  Himalayas.  For  twelve  years  she  journeyed,  visit- 
ing many  countries  of  the  globe.  Her  home  is  at 
Crieff,  Scotland. 

Walter  Williams,  dean  of  the  department  of  journal- 
ism of  the  University  of  Missouri,  never  went  to  col- 
lege. At  fifteen  he  started  life  as  a  printer's  "devil" 
in  a  country  shop,  and  four  years  later  had  progressed 
to  the  editorial  chair.  He  has  the  distinction  of  being 
the  first  dean  of  the  first  professional  school  established 
in  this  country  for  the  teaching  of  journalism.  Under 
his  direction  a  daily  paper  is  printed,  ranging  from 
four  to  twelve  pages. 

William  Morris  Davis,  Sturgis-Hooper  professor  of 
geology  at  Harvard,  has  tendered  his  resignation,  which 
has  been  accepted,  and  the  corporation  has  voted  Dr. 
Davis  the  title  of  professor  emeritus.  Professor  Davis 
has  been  a  member  of  the  university  for  the  last  thirty- 
six  years.  He  has  been  Sturgis-Hooper  professor  since 
1899,  and  has  represented  Harvard  as  exchange  pro- 
fessor in  Germany  and  France.  He  returned  from 
Paris  only  last  April. 

Many  Copeland,  forty-four  years  of  age,  and  blind 
from  early  childhood,  has  been  a  successful  engineer 
for  years,  in  the  neighborhood  of  Tionesta,  Pennsyl- 
vania. He  runs  a  steam  engine  operating  a  pump  in 
the  oil  fields,  and  has  never  had  a  serious  accident. 
Gas  engines  he  knows  even  better,  and  can  take  apart 
and  put  them  together  without  any  assistance.  During 
his  leisure  hours  Copeland  studies  mensuration  by  a 
method  peculiar  to  himself. 

Captain  Patrick  Grace,  known  as  the  "champion  life- 
saver  of  America,"  has  just  retired  to  private  life  after 
sixty  years  in  the  employment  of  the  State  of  New 
York.  It  was  his  duty  to  take  the  prisoners  to  Ran- 
dall Island  daily.  Pie  was  born  in  Ireland  seventy- 
seven  years  ago.  To  the  credit  of  himself  and  the  crew 
of  the  little  steamer  Refuse  over  200  lives  have  been 
saved.  The  Life  Saving  Association  has  given  him 
two  medals  in  recognition  of  his  bravery. 

Viscount  Tajiri  of  Japan,  recently  decorated  by  the 
emperor  with  the  second  highest  order,  likes  to  dress 
in  khaki,  and  goes  about  the  streets  in  the  garb  of  a 
poor  man.  He  is  president  of  the  audit  board  and  a 
member  of  the  faculty  of  the  Imperial  University.  In 
rain  or  snow  he  goes  to  his  classes  on  foot,  though  he 
might  easily  own  a  costly  equipage.  He  is  the  author 
of  many  books  on  economics  and  finance,  and  is  re- 
garded as  one  of  the  best  authorities  in  Japan  on  these 
subjects. 

Mrs.  Lillian  Glenner  Scher,  who  entered  the  Mc- 
Kinley  High  School,  Chicago,  at  the  age  of  twenty-two, 
has  just  graduated,  and  will  become  a  student  in  the 
University  of  Chicago  next  fall.  The  high  school 
course  was  finished  in  three  years  and  a  half.  At  the 
age  of  eleven  she  was  forced  to  leave  school  and  earn 
her  own  living,  and  at  sixteen  she  was  married.  De- 
termining to  complete  her  education,  she  waited  four 
years  before  the  opportunity  came,  and  then  took  up 
sixth  grade  work.  Three  grades  were  finished  in  four 
months.  While  attending  school  she  did  her  own 
housework  and  made  her  own  clothes. 

"Jim"  Fike,  the  Kansas  wheat  king,  who  stands  to 
net  more  than  $90,000  on  his  crop  this  year,  was  once 
a  railroad  commissioner,  having  been  elected  on  the 
Populist  ticket.  He  has  bet  more  than  $250,000  in  the 
last  ten  years  that  rain  would  fall  at  the  proper  time, 
and  he  never  lost  entirely  until  last  year.  For  five 
years  Fike  has  been  plunging  in  wheat,  and  he  is  now 
the  biggest  winter  wheat-grower  in  the  country.  Three 
years  ago  he  had  13,000  acres  of  winter  wheat  that 
averaged  eight  bushels  an  acre,  and  he  made  $30,000 
profit.  Two  years  ago  he  sowed  16.000  acres  of  wheat 
and  lost  every  cent  he  had  put  into  it.  He  did  not 
harvest  enough  wheat  to  get  seed  for  the  crop  that 
offers  so  fine  a  prospect  at  this  time. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  6,  1912. 


OMPHALE:  A  ROCOCO  STORY. 


The  Figure  in  the  Tapestry. 


My  uncle,  the  Chevalier  de  Rioux,  resided  in  a  small 
mansion  which  looked  out  upon  the  dismal  Rue  de  Tour- 
nelles  on  one  side,  and  the  equally  dismal  Boulevard 
St.  Antoine  upon  the  other.  Between  the  boulevard 
and  the  house  itself  a  few  ancient  elm  trees,  eaten  alive 
by  mosses  and  insects,  piteously  extended  their  skeleton 
arms  from  the  depth  of  a  species  of  sink,  surrounded 
by  high  black  walls.  Some  emaciated  flowers  hung 
their  heads  languidly,  like  young  girls  in  consumption, 
waiting  for  a  ray  of  sunshine  to  dry  their  half-rotten 
leaves.  Weeds  had  invaded  the  walks,  which  were  al- 
most indistinguishable,  owing  to  the  length  of  time 
that  had  elapsed  since  they  were  last  raked.  One  or 
two  goldfish  floated,  rather  than  swam,  in  a  basin 
covered  with  duckweed  and  half-choked  by  water- 
plants. 

My  uncle  called  that  his  garden! 

Beside  all  the  fine  things  above  described  in  my 
uncle's  garden,  there  was  also  a  rather  unpleasant  pa- 
vilion, which  he  had  entitled  the  "Delices,"  doubtless, 
bv  antiphrasis.  It  was  in  a  state  of  extreme  dilapida- 
tion. The  walls  were  bulging  outwardly ;  great  masses 
of  detached  plaster  still  lay  among  the  nettles  and  wild 
oats  where  they  had  fallen:  the  lower  portions  of  the 
wall-surfaces  were  green  with  putrid  mold;  the  wood- 
work of  the  window-shutters  and  doors  had  been  badly 
sprung,  and  they  closed  only  partially,  or  not  at  all. 
A  species  of  decoration,  strongly  suggestive  of  an  im- 
mense kitchen-pot,  with  various  effluvia  radiating  from 
it.  ornamented  the  main  entrance;  for  in  the  time  of 
Louis  the  Fifteenth,  when  it  was  the  custom  to  build 
"Delices,"  there  were  always  two  entrances  to  such 
pleasure-houses  for  precaution's  sake.  The  cornice, 
overburdened  with  ovules,  foliated  arabesques,  and 
volutes,  had  been  badly  dismantled  by  the  infiltration 
of  rain-water.  In  short,  the  "Delices"  of  my  uncle,  the 
Chevalier  de  Rioux,  presented  a  rather  lamentable 
aspect. 

It  was  in  this  pavilion  that  my  uncle  had  lodged 
me. 

The  interior  was  less  rococo  than  the  exterior,  al- 
though remaining  in  a  somewhat  better  state  of  preser- 
vation. The  bed  was  hung  with  yellow  lampas,  spotted 
over  with  large  white  flowers.  An  ornamental  shell- 
work  clock  ticked  away  upon  a  pedestal,  inlaid  with 
ivory  and  mother-of-pearl.  A  wreath  of  ornamental 
roses  coquettishly  twined  around  a  Venetian  glass; 
above  the  door,  the  four  seasons  were  painted  in 
cameo.  A  fair  lady,  with  thickly  powdered  hair,  a  sky- 
blue  corset,  and  an  array  of  ribbons  of  the  same  hue, 
who  had  a  bow  in  her  right  hand,  a  partridge  in  her 
left,  a  crescent  upon  her  forehead,  and  a  leveret  at  her 
feet,  strutted  and  smiled  with  ineffable  graciousness 
from  within  a  large  oval  frame.  This  was  one  of  my 
uncle's  mistresses  of  old,  whom  he  had  had  painted  as 
Diana.  It  will  scarcely  be  necessary  to  observe  that 
the  furniture  itself  was  not  of  the  most  modern  style; 
there  was.  in  fact,  nothing  to  prevent  one  from  fancying 
himself  living  at  the  time  of  the  Regency;  and  the 
mythological  tapestry  with  which  the  walls  were  hung 
rendered  the  illusion  complete. 

The  tapestry  represented  Hercules  spinning  at  the 
feet  of  Omphale.  The  design  was  tormented  after  the 
fashion  of  Vanloo.  and  in  the  most  Pompadour  style 
possible  to  imagine.  Hercules  had  a  spindle,  decorated 
with  rose-colored  favors;  he  elevated  his  little  finger 
with  a  peculiar  and  special  grace,  like  a  marquis  in 
the  act  of  taking  a  pinch  of  snuff,  while  turning  a 
white  flake  of  flax  between  his  thumb  and  index  finger; 
his  muscular  neck  was  burdened  with  bows  of  ribbons, 
rosettes,  strings  of  pearls,  and  a  thousand  other  femi- 
nine gew-gaws;  and  a  large  gorge-dc-pigcon  colored 
petticoat,  with  two  very  large  panniers,  lent  quite  a 
gallant  air  to  the  monster-conquering  hero. 

Omphaie's  white  shoulders  were  half  covered  by  the 
skin  of  the  Xemean  lion ;  her  slender  hand  leaned  upon 
her  lover's  knotty  club;  her  lovely  blonde  hair,  pow- 
dered to  ash-color,  fell  loosely  over  her  neck — a  neck 
as  supple  and  undulating  in  its  outlines  as  the  neck  of 
a  dove;  her  little  feet — true  realization  of  the  typical 
Andalnsinn  or  Chinese  foot,  and  which  would  have 
been  lost  in  Cinderella's  glass  slippers — were  shod  with 
half-antique  buskins  of  a  tender  lilac  color,  sprinkled 
with  pearls.  In  truth,  she  was  a  charming  creature. 
Her  head  was  thrown  back  with  an  adorable  little  mock 
swagger;  her  dimpled  mouth  wore  a  delicious  little 
pout:  her  nostrils  were  slightly  expanded:  her  cheeks 
had  a  delicate  glow — a  patch  cunningly  placed  there  re- 
lieved their  beauty  in  a  wonderful  way — she  only  needed 
a  little  mustache  to  make  her  a  first-class  mousquetaire. 

There  were  many  other  personages  also  represented 
in  the  tapestry — the  kindly  female  attendant,  the  indis- 
pensable litile  Cupid — but  they  did  not  leave  a  suf- 
ficiently distinct  outline  in  my  memory  to  enable  me  to 
describe  them. 

In  those  days  I  was  quite  young — not  that  I  wish  to 
be  understood  n<  saying  thai  I  am  now  very  old:  but 
I  was  fresh  from  college,  anil  was  to  remain  in  my 
uncle's  care  until  I  could  choose  a  profession.  If  the 
nian  had  been  able  to  foresee  that  I  should  embrace 
that  of  a  fantastic  story-writer  he  would  certainly  have 
turned  me  out  of  doors  forthwith  and  irrevocably  dis- 
inherited me;  fur  he  always  entertained  the  most  aristo- 
cratic co' tempt  for  literature  in  general  and  authors  in 
particular.  Like  the  fine  gentleman  that  he  was.  it 
wouM  have  pleased  him  to  have  all  those  petty  scribblers 


who  busy  themselves  in  disfiguring  paper,  and  speaking 
irreverently  about  people  of  quality,  hung  or  beaten  to 
death  by  his  attendants. 

Well,  then,  I  had  only  just  left  college.  I  was  full 
of  dreams  and  illusions;  I  was  as  naive  as  a  rosiere  of 
Salency — perhaps  more  so.  Delighted  at  having  no 
more  pensums  to  make,  everything  seemed  to  me  for  the 
best  in  the  best  of  all  possible  worlds.  I  believed  in  an 
infinity  of  things;  I  believed  in  M.  de  Florian's  Shep- 
herdess, with  her  combed  and  powdered  sheep;  I  never 
for  a  moment  doubted  the  reality  of  Mine.  Deshouliere's 
flock.  I  believed  that  there  were  actually  nine  muses. 
as  stated  in  Father  Jouvency's  "Appendix  de  Diis  et 
Heroibus."  My  recollections  of  Berquin  and  of  Gess- 
mer  had  created  a  little  world  for  me,  in  which  every- 
thing was  rose-colored,  sky-blue,  and  apple-green.  O 
holy  innocence!  sancta  simplicifas!  as  Mephistopheles 
says. 

When  I  found  myself  alone  in  this  fine  room — my 
own  room,  all  to  myself — I  felt  superlatively  overjoyed. 
I  made  a  careful  inventor)'  of  everything,  -even  the 
smallest  article  of  furniture;  I  rummaged  every  corner, 
and  explored  the  chamber  in  the  fullest  sense  of  the 
word.  I  was  in  the  fourth  heaven,  as  happy  as  a  king, 
or  rather  as  two  kings.  After  supper  (for  we  used  to 
sup  at  my  uncle's — a  charming  custom,  now  obsolete,  to- 
gether with  many  other  equally  charming  customs  which 
I  mourn  for  with  all  the  heart  I  have  left),  I  took  my 
candle  and  retired  forthwith,  so  impatient  did  I  feel  to 
enjoy  my  new  dwelling-place. 

While  I  was  undressing  I  fancied  that  Omphaie's  eyes 
had  moved;  I  looked  more  attentively  in  that  direction, 
not  without  a  slight  sensation  of  fear,  for  the  room  was 
very  large,  and  the  feeble  luminous  penumbra  which 
floated  about  the  candle  only  served  to  render  the  dark- 
ness still  more  visible.  I  thought  I  saw  her  turning 
her  head  toward  me.  I  became  frightened  in  earnest, 
and  blew  out  the  light.  I  turned  my  face  to  the  wall, 
pulled  the  bed-clothes  over  my  head,  drew  my  night- 
cap down  to  my  chin,  and  finally  went  to  sleep. 

I  did  not  dare  to  look  at  the  accursed  tapestry  again 
for  several  days. 

It  may  be  well  here — for  the  sake  of  imparting  some- 
thing of  verisimilitude  to  the  unlikely  story  I  am  about 
to  relate — to  inform  my  fair  readers  that  in  those  days 
I  was  really  a  very  pretty  boy.  I  had  the  handsomest 
eyes  in  the  world — at  least  they  used  to  tell  me  so;  a 
much  fairer  complexion  than  I  have  now — a  true  car- 
nation tint;  curly  brown  hair,  which  I  still  have,  and 
seventeen  years,  which  I  have  no  longer.  I  needed  only 
a  pretty  stepmother  to  be  a  very  tolerable  cherub;  un- 
fortunately, mine  was  fifty-seven  years  of  age,  and  had 
only  three  teeth,  which  was  too  much  of  one  thing  and 
too  little  of  the  other. 

One  evening,  however,  I  finally  plucked  up  courage 
enough  to  take  a  peep  at  the  fair  mistress  of  Hercules 
— she  was  looking  at  me  with  the  saddest  and  most 
languishing  expression  possible.  This  time  I  pulled  my 
night-cap  down  to  my  very  shoulders,  and  buried  my 
head  in  the  coverlet. 

I  had  a  strange  dream  that  night — if,  indeed,  it  was  a 
dream. 

I  heard  the  rings  of  my  bed-curtains  sliding  with  a 
sharp  squeak  upon  their  curtain-rods,  as  if  the  curtains 
had  been  suddenly  pulled  back.  I  awoke — at  least  in 
my  dream  it  seemed  to  me  that  I  awoke.     I  saw  no  one. 

The  moon  shone  full  upon  the  window-panes,  and 
projected  her  wan  bluish  light  into  the  room.  Vast 
shadows,  fantastic  forms,  were  defined  upon  the  floor 
and  the  walls.  The  clock  chimed  a  quarter,  and  the 
vibration  of  the  sound  took  a  long  time  to  die  away;  it 
seemed  like  a  sigh.  The  plainly  audible  strokes  of  the 
pendulum  seemed  like  the  pulsations  of  a  young  heart, 
throbbing  with  passion. 

I  felt  anything  but  comfortable,  and  a  very  bewilder- 
ment of  fear  took  possession  of  me. 

A  furious  gust  of  wind  banged  the  shutters  and  made 
the  window-sashes  tremble.  The  woodwork  cracked; 
the  tapestry  undulated.  I  ventured  to  glance  in  the 
direction  of  Omphale,  with  a  vague  suspicion  that  she 
was  instrumental  in  all  this  unpleasantness  for  some 
secret  purpose  of  her  own.     I  was  not  mistaken. 

The  tapestry  became  violently  agitated.  Omphale  de- 
tached herself  from  the  wall  and  leaped  lightly  to  the 
carpet.  She  came  straight  toward  my  bed.  after  having 
first  turned  herself  carefully  in  my  direction.  I  fancy 
it  will  hardly  be  necessary  to  describe  my  stupefaction. 
The  most  intrepid  old  soldier  would  not  have  felt  very 
comfortable  under  similar  circumstances,  and  I  was  nei- 
ther old  nor  a  soldier.  I  awaited  the  end  of  the  adven- 
ture in  terrified  silence. 

A  flute-toned,  pearly  little  voice  sounded  softly  in  my 
ears,  with  that  pretty  lisp  affected  during  the  Regency 
by  marchionesses  and  people  of  high  degree: 

"Do  I  really  frighten  you,  my  child?  It  is  true  that 
you  are  only  a  child:  but  it  is  not  nice  to  be  afraid  of 
ladies,  especially  when  they  are  young  ladies  and  only 
wish  you  well — it  is  uncivil  and  unworthy  of  a  French 
gentleman;  you  must  be  cured  of  such  silly  fears. 
Come,  little  savage,  leave  off  these  foolish  airs,  and 
cease  hiding  your  head  under  the  bedclothes.  In  my 
time  cherubs  were  more  courageous." 

"But,  lady,  it  is  because " 

"Because  it  seems  strange  to  you  to  find  me  here  in- 
stead of  there,"  she  said,  biting  her  ruddy  lip  with  her 
white  teeth,  and  pointing  toward  the  wall  with  her 
long,  taper  finger;  "well,  in  fact,  the  thing  does  not  look 
very  natural;  but  were  I  to  explain  it  all  to  you,  you 
would  be  none  the  wiser.  Let  it  be  sufficient  for  you 
to  know  that  you  are  not  in  any  danger." 


"I  am  afraid  you  may  be  the — the " 

"The  devil — out  with  the  word — is  it  not?  That  is 
what  you  wanted  to  say.  Well,  at  least  you  will  grant 
that  I  am  not  black  enough  for  a  devil;  and  that  if  hell 
were  peopled  with  devils  shaped  as  I  am  one  might  have 
quite  as  pleasant  a  time  there  as  in  paradise." 

And,  to  prove  that  she  was  not  flattering  herself, 
Omphale  threw  back  her  lion's  skin  and  allowed  me  to 
behold  her  exquisitely  molded  shoulders  and  bosom, 
dazzling  in  their  white  beauty. 

"Well,  what  do  you  think  of  me?"  she  exclaimed, 
with  a  pretty  little  air  of  coquetry. 

"I  think  that,  even  were  you  the  devil  himself,  I 
should  not  be  afraid  of  you  any  more,  lime.  Omphale." 

"Ah,  now  you  talk  sensibly;  but  do  not  call  me 
madame,  or  Omphale.  I  do  not  wish  you  to  look  upon 
me  as  a  madame;  and  I  am  no  more  Omphale  than  I 
am  the  devil." 

"Then  who  are  you?" 

"I  am  the  Marchioness  de  Bellerive.  A  short  time 
after  I  was  married  the  marquis  had  this  tapestry  made 
for  my  apartments,  and  had  me  represented  on  it  in  the 
character  of  Omphale;  he  himself  figures  there  as 
Hercules.  That  was  a  queer  notion  he  took;  for  God 
knows  there  never  was  anybody  in  the  world  who  bore 
less  resemblance  to  Hercules  than  the  poor  marquis ! 
It  has  been  a  long  time  since  this  chamber  was  occu- 
pied; I  naturally  love  company,  and  I  almost  died  of 
ennui  in  consequence.  It  gave  me  the  headache.  To 
be  only  with  one's  husband  is  the  same  thing  as  being 
alone.  W'hen  you  came  I  was  overjoyed;  this  dead 
room  became  reanimated;  I  had  found  some  one  to  feel 
interested  in.  I  watched  you  come  in  and  go  out;  I 
heard  you  murmuring  in  your  sleep;  I  watched  you 
reading,  and  my  eyes  followed  the  pages.  I  found  you 
were  nicely  behaved,  and  had  a  fresh,  innocent  way 
about  you  that  pleased  me — in  short,  I  fell  in  love 
with  you.  I  tried  to  make  you  understand;  I  sighed — 
you  thought  it  was  only  the  sighing  of  the  wind;  I 
made  signs  to  you;  I  looked  at  you  with  languishing 
eyes,  and  only  succeeded  in  frightening  you  terribly. 
So,  at  last,  in  despair,  I  resolved  upon  this  rather  im- 
proper course  which  I  have  taken,  to  tell  you  frankly 
what  you  could  not  take  a  hint  about.  Now  that  you 
know  I  love  you,  I  hope  that " 

The  conversation  was  interrupted  at  this  juncture  by 
the  grating  of  a  key  in  the  lock  of  the  chamber  door. 

Omphale  started,  and  blushed  to  the  very  whites  of 
her  eyes. 

"Adieu,"  she  whispered,  "till  tomorrow."  And  she 
returned  to  her  place  on  the  wall,  walking  backward, 
for  fear  that  I  should  see  the  reverse  side,  doubtless. 

It  was  Baptiste,  who  came  to  brush  my  clothes. 

"You  ought  not  to  sleep  with  your  bed-curtains  open, 
sir,"  he  remarked;  "you  might  catch  a  bad  cold — this 
room  is  so  chilly." 

The  curtains  were  actually  open;  and  as  I  had  been 
under  the  impression  that  I  was  only  dreaming,  I  felt 
very  much  astonished;  for  I  was  certain  that  they  had 
been  closed  when  I  wrent  to  bed. 

As  soon  as  Baptiste  left  the  room,  I  ran  to  the 
tapestry,  I  felt  it  all  over;  it  was,  indeed,  a  real  woolen 
tapestry,  rough  to  the  touch  like  any  other  tapestry. 
Omphale  resembled  the  charming  phantom  of  the  night 
only  as  a  dead  body  resembles  a  living  one.  I  lifted 
the  hangings ;  the  wall  was  solid  throughout ;  there  were 
no  masked  panels  or  secret  doors.  I  only  noticed  that 
a  few  threads  were  broken  in  the  ground-work  of  the 
tapestry  where  the  feet  of  Omphale  rested.  This  af- 
forded me  food  for  reflection. 

All  that  day  I  remained  buried  in  the  deepest  brown 
study  imaginable;  I  longed  for  evening  with  a  mingled 
feeling  of  anxiety  and  impatience.  I  retired  early,  re- 
solved on  learning  how  this  mystery  was  going  to  end. 
I  got  into  bed ;  the  marchioness  did  not  keep  me  waiting 
long — she  leaped  down  from  the  tapestry  in  front  of 
the  pier-glass,  and  dropped  right  by  my  bed;  she  seated 
herself  by  my  pillow,  and  the  conversation  commenced. 

I  asked  her  questions  as  I  had  done  the  evening  be- 
fore, and  demanded  explanations.  She  eluded  the  for- 
mer, and  replied  in  an  evasive  manner  to  the  latter; 
yet  always  after  so  witty  a  fashion  that  w-ithin  a  quar- 
ter of  an  .hour  I  felt  more  charmed  than  ever. 

While  conversing,  she  passed  her  fingers  through  my 
hair,  tapped  me  gently  on  the  cheeks,  and  softly  kissed 
my  forehead. 

She  chatted  and  chatted  in  a  pretty,  mocking  way — 
in  a  style  at  once  elegantly  polished  and  yet  familiar, 
and  although  like  a  great  lady — such  as  I  have  never 
since  heard  from  the  lips  of  any  human  being. 

She  was  then  seated  upon  the  easy-chair  beside  the 
bed;  in  a  little  while  she  slipped  one  of  her  arms 
around  my  neck,  and  I  felt  her  heart  beating  passion- 
ately against  me.  It  was  indeed  a  charming  and  hand- 
some real  woman — a  veritable  marchioness  whom  I 
found  beside  me.  Poor  student  of  seventeen !  There 
was  more  than  enough  to  make  one -lose  his  head,  so  I 
lost  mine. 

"And  Monsieur  le  Marquis,  on  the  wall  up  there — 
what  will  he  say?" 

"He  will  not  say  anything,"  replied  the  marchioness, 
laughing  heartily.  "Do  you  suppose  he  ever  sees  any- 
thing? Besides,  even  should  he  see.  he  is  the  most 
philosophical  and  inoffensive  husband  in  the  world.  Do 
you  love  me,  little  one?" 

"Indeed,  I  do — ever  so  much  ! — ever  so  much  !" 

But  morning  dawned,  and  the  marchioness  returned 
to  her  tapestry. 

The  day  seemed  to  me  frightfully  long.  At  last 
evening  came.    All  happened  as  on  the  evening  before. 


July  6,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


The  marchioness  became  more  and  more  adorable;  and 
this  state  of  affairs  continued  for  a  long  time.  As  I 
never  slept  at  night,  I  wore  a  somnolent  expression  in 
the  daytime,  which  did  not  augur  well  for  me  with  my 
uncle.  He  suspected  something;  he  probably  listened 
at  the  door  and  heard  everything;  for  one  fine  morning 
he  entered  my  room  so  brusquely  that  Antoinette  had 
scarcely  time  to  get  back  to  her  place  on  the  tapestry. 

He  was  followed  by  a  tapestry-hanger,  with  pincers 
and  a  ladder. 

He  looked  at  me  with  a  shrewd  and  severe  expression 
which  convinced  me  that  he  knew  all. 

''This  Marchioness  de  Bellerive  is  certainly  crazy; 
what  the  devil  could  have  put  it  into  her  head  to  fall 
in  love  with  a  brat  like  that?" — muttered  my  uncle  be- 
tween his  teeth — "she  promised  to  behave  herself. 
Jean,  take  that  tapestry  down;  roll  it  up,  and  put  it  in 
the  garret." 

Every  word  my  uncle  spoke  went  through  my  heart 
like  a  poniard-thrust. 

Jean  rolled  up  my  sweetheart  Omphale — otherwise 
the  Marchioness  Antoinette  de  Bellerive — together  with 
Hercules,  or  the  Marquis  de  Bellerive,  and  carried  the 
whole  thing  off  to  the  garret.  I  could  not  restrain  my 
tears. 

Next  day  my  uncle  sent  me  back  in  the  B dili- 
gence to  my  respectable  parent — to  whom,  you  may 
feel  assured,  I  never  breathed  a  word  of  my  adven- 
ture. 

My  uncle  died;  his  house  and  furniture  were  sold; 
probably  the  tapestry  was  sold  with  the  rest. 

But  a  long  time  afterward,  while  foraging  the  shop 
of  a  bric-a-brac  merchant  in  search  of  oddities,  I 
stumbled  over  a  great  dusty  roll  of  something  covered 
with  cobwebs. 

"What  is  that?"  I  said  to  the  Auvergnat. 

"That  is  a  rococo  tapestry  representing  the  amours 
of  Mme.  Omphale  and  M.  Hercule ;  it  is  genuine  Beau- 
vais,  worked  in  silk,  and  in  an  excellent  state  of  preser- 
vation. Buy  this  from  me  for  your  study;  I  will  not 
charge  you  dear  for  it,  since  it  is  you." 

At  the  name  of  Omphale  all  my  blood  rushed  to  my 
heart. 

"Unroll  that  tapestry,"  I  said  to  the  merchant  in  a 
hurried,  gasping  voice,  like  one  in  a  fever. 

It  was  indeed  she !  I  fancied  that  her  mouth  smiled 
graciously  at  me,  and  that  her  eye  lighted  up  on  meet- 
ing mine. 

"How  much  do  you  ask?" 

"Well,  I  could  not  possibly  let  you  have  it  for  any 
less  than  five  hundred  francs." 

"I  have  not  that  much  with  me  now;  I  will  get  it, 
and  be  back  in  an  hour." 

I  returned  with  the  money;  but  the  tapestry  was  no 
longer  there.  An  Englishman  had  bargained  for  it  dur- 
ing my  absence,  offered  six  hundred  francs  for  it,  and 
taken  it  away  with  him. 

After  all,  perhaps  it  was  best  that  it  should  have  been 
thus,  and  that  I  should  preserve  this  delicious  souvenir 
intact.  They  say  one  should  never  return  to  a  first 
love,  or  look  at  the  rose  which  one  admired  the  evening 
before. 

And  then  I  am  no  longer  so  young  or  so  handsome 
that  tapestries  should  come  down  from  their  walls  to 
honor  me. — Translated  from  tlie  French  of  Theophilc 
Gautier  by  Lafcadio  Hearn. 


An  important  school  will  be  opened  in  October  in 
Houston,  Texas,  and  will  be  known  as  the  Rice  Insti- 
tute. Twenty-one  years  ago  William  Marsh  Rice,  a 
native  of  Massachusetts,  though  a  resident  of  Houston 
for  many  years,  made  known  his  purpose  to  establish 
an  institute  of  liberal  and  technical  learning.  His  gifts 
during  his  lifetime  and  afterwards  increased  by  bequest 
now  amount  to  $10,000,000.  The  income  from  this 
princely  amount  will  aggregate  about  a  half-million  a 
year  and  will  be  sufficient  for  the  institute  to  command 
the  best  in  scholastic  and  scientific  work.  Edgar  Odell 
Lovett,  professor  at  Princeton,  was  selected  as  coun- 
selor and  leader  to  fulfill  the  mission  contemplated  by 
Mr.  Rice.     The  faculty  has  not  yet  been  selected. 

The  Egyptian  government  has  begun  one  of  the  most 
costly  and  comprehensive  drainage  projects  for  the 
reclamation  of  lands  ever  attempted  by  any  government 
in  the  world.  Its  object  is  to  make  cultivable  1.000,000 
acres  of  fertile  land  in  the  delta  of  lower  Egypt.  It  is 
estimated  that  the  work  will  require  four  years  and 
$15,000,000  will  be  required  for  drainage  and  a  like 
amount  for  irrigation.  Ninety  per  cent  of  the  land 
redeemed  will  be  owned  by  the  government.  The  prin- 
cipal object  of  the  project  is  to  redeem  a  fertile  but 
now  worthless  region  of  the  delta  under  cotton  culti- 
vation. 

■ ^ 

In  the  Mynydd  Newydd  colliery,  at  Swansea,  South 
Wales,  at  a  depth  of  750  feet  below  the  surface,  is  a 
notable  chapel.  It  is  claimed  to  be  the  only  such 
chapel  especially  prepared  and  consecrated  for  worship. 
It  is  a  long,  low  room,  fitted  with  rough  wooden  benches, 
capable  of  accommodating  between  150  and  200  men. 
Services  are  held  before  work  every  Monday  morning 
in  the  Mynydd  Newydd  colliery,  and  have  been  held 
regularly  since  1S67. 

■■■    

On  the  doors  of  the  early  Florentine  bankers  was 
the  three-leaf  lily  sign,  the  lily  being  the  emblem  of 
Florence,  and  claim  is  now  made  that  this  is  why  the 
pawnbroker  of  today  has  the  three  balls  as  his  sign, 
which  appears  to  be  an  evolution  of  the  three-leaf  lily. 


POMP  AND  CHIVALRY. 


The  Spectacular  Functions  of  the  London  Season. 


In  all  those  matters  which  lie  within  the  range  of 
human  power  George  V  is  following  closely  in  the  foot- 
steps of  Edward  VII.  As  soon  as  he  came  to  the 
throne  the  son  of  Queen  Victoria  set  himself  the  task 
of  reviving  those  splendors  of  royal  ceremonial  which 
had  fallen  into  disuse  during  the  greater  part  of  the 
widowed  queen's  reign,  for  in  less  than  a  month  after 
her  death  -he  opened  Parliament  in  state,  and  thence- 
forward never  omitted  the  annual  ceremony  which  his 
mother  had  performed  only  seven  times  in  forty  years. 
King  Edward  had  a  natural  gift  for  the  exercise  of 
princely  hospitality,  and  during  his  brief  reign  gave 
many  proofs  of  his  liking  for  the  outward  forms  of 
kingly  rule.  And  the  policy  he  adopted  is  being  de- 
veloped by  his  son. 

Twice  during  the  past  few  days  this  sincere  form  of 
flattery  has  had  issue  in  spectacles  of  unusual  grandeur. 
The  first  was  the  celebration  of  that  stately  ceremony 
of  the  Trooping  of  the  Color,  which  has  long  been  the 
outward  symbol  of  the  commemoration  of  the  sover- 
eign's birthday,  but  which  has  never  before  been  car- 
ried out  with  such  perfection  of  staging  and  pictur- 
esqueness  of  detail.  Although  not  an  ancient  function, 
there  is  no  certain  knowledge  as  to  its  origin.  And  it 
is  a  ceremony  which  is  unusually  difficult  to  describe. 
It  should,  perhaps,  be  explained  that  each  battalion  of 
the  army  with  one  exception  possesses  two  colors,  or 
standards,  the  one  being  known  as  the  king's  and  the 
other  as  the  regimental  color,  and  that  it  is  the  former, 
the  king's  color,  which  is  the  focus  of  the  honor  paid 
at  the  annual  Trooping  of  the  Color. 

As  for  many  years  past,  the  venue  of  the  function 
was  that  open  space  to  the  east  of  St.  James's  Park 
known  as  the  Horse  Guards  Parade.  It  is  a  site  pe- 
culiarly fitted  for  a  ceremony  which  is  intended  to  show 
forth  the  loyalty  of  the  nation  to  the  throne,  for  the 
area  is  bounded  on  one  side  by  the  official  headquarters 
of  the  navy  and  on  another  by  the  office  of  the  prime 
minister,  while  the  army  is  worthily  represented  by  the 
Horse  Guards  building  and  the  throne  by  a  distant  view 
of  Buckingham  Palace.  As  seen  from  a  window  over- 
looking this  open  graveled  space  the  spacious  stage  of 
the  ceremony  resolved  itself  into  sharply  defined  lines 
of  scarlet  and  inner  masses  of  other  gorgeous  colors. 
For  the  outer  fringe  was  kept  with  ruled  precision  by  a 
thin  red  line  of  Guardsmen,  while  here  and  there  were 
dotted  the  massed  bands  and  drums  of  the  famous 
Guards  brigade.  The  central  figure  in  all  this  picture 
of  military  order  and  color  was  Major-General  Sir  A. 
F.  Codrington,  whom  I  had  not  seen  since  he  was  a 
mere  colonel  at  the  head  of  his  regiment  of  Coldstreams 
on  the  arid  veldt  of  South  Africa. 

But  it  was  the  little  group  which  guarded  the  king's 
color  which  by  and  by  held  the  centre  of  the  stage. 
That,  however,  was  after  the  arrival  of  King  George 
and  his  suite.  He  had  been  preceded  to  the  trooping 
ground  by  his  consort  and  several  royal  princesses,  who 
commanded  a  view  of  the  ceremony  from  the  windows 
of  the  levee  room  of  the  Horse  Guards.  The  king  was 
accompanied  by  a  brilliant  group  of  officers  and  state 
officials,  the  former  including  two  other  figures  of  South 
African  memories,  the  trim  little  form  of  Lord  Roberts 
and  the  more  solid  person  of  General  French.  In  their 
glittering  panoply  of  full  regimentals  it  was  difficult  to 
recognize  them  as  the  same  men  one  had  known  in  dirty 
khaki. 

With  that  punctuality  which  is  "the  politeness  of 
princes,"  King  George  reached  the  parade  ground  on 
the  stroke  of  eleven  o'clock  and  at  once  began  the  in- 
spection of  the  line.  That  duty  over,  he  returned  to 
the  saluting  base,  advanced  his  horse  well  in  front  of 
his  suite,  and  the  ceremony  of  the  Troop  began.  One 
saw  the  massed  bands  move  like  clockwork  over  the 
gravel  space,  the  handing  over  of  the  color,  the  march- 
ing of  it  down  the  line  in  slow  time,  and  its  passing 
everywhere  being  marked  by  a  salute  in  which  all 
shared,  from  the  monarch  to  the  lowliest  private.  Then 
there  are  other  military  movements  the  significance  of 
which  few  understood,  the  falling  out  and  in  of  guards, 
the  marching  to  and  fro  of  bands,  but  the  rhythm  and 
precision  of  which  had  a  strangely  magnetic  effect. 
And  ever  on  the  air  there  floated  the  strains  of  the 
"Men  of  Harlech"  or  "The  British  Grenadiers"  or  "God 
Save  the  King." 

One  of  the  decorations  worn  by  King  George  was 
the  handsome  sash  of  the  "most  noble  order  of  the 
Garter,"  and  that  detail  was  not  lost  upon  those  who 
remembered  that  a  day  or  two  later  the  scene  of  spec- 
tacular ceremony  was  to  be  transferred  to  the  gray 
precincts  of  Windsor  Castle.  For,  still  emulating  the 
example  of  his  father,  the  king  had  commanded  the 
holding  of  a  chapter  of  the  Garter,  with  the  additional 
proviso  that  it  be  celebrated  with  an  open-air  proces- 
sion from  the  royal  apartments  to  the  historic  St. 
George's  Chapel.  In  commanding  the  open-air  pro- 
cession, indeed,  the  present  occupant  of  the  British 
throne  was  reverting  to  an  old-time  precedent  which 
has  been  in  abeyance  since  the  days  of  Charles  II. 

If  the  Trooping  of  the  Color  was  resplendent  with 
royal  pomp,  the  chapter  of  the  Garter  was  redolent  of 
chivalry.  The  first  ceremony  is  a  reminder  of  the 
show  of  color  and  arms  which  has  its  roots  in  the  crea- 
tion of  standing  armies;  the  second  recalls  the  far-off 
days  when  knighthood  was  the  outward  symbol  of  high 
courage  and  lofty  character.  Meet  it  was,  then,  that 
the  members  of  the  order  should  pass  to  the  chape!  of 


the   Garter   knights   down   the   slopes   of  >und 

where,  as  legend  affirms,  King  Arthur  was 
surrounded  by  his  companions  of  the  Round  Table. 

Although  the  early  stages  of  Saturday's  ceremony, 
the  assembling  of  the  knights  in  the  Waterloo  Chamber 
of  Windsor  Castle,  were  hidden  from  the  privileged 
spectators,  it  was  not  long  ere  the  procession  emerged 
from  the  state  apartments  on  to  the  noble  North  Ter- 
race with  its  distant  view  of  Stoke  Poges,  to  pass  with 
stately  march  through  the  Norman  gateway,  along  the 
Lower  Ward,  and  thence  beneath  the  quaint  half- 
timbered  entrance  to  the  Horseshoe  cloisters  and  so 
to  the  west  door  of  St.  George's  Chapel.  The  proces- 
sion was  a  unique  picture  of  the  symbolism  of  an  order 
which  is  the  greatest  and  most  exclusive  survival  of 
the  age  of  chivalry  and  romance,  for  it  carried  the 
mind  back  to  the  middle  of  the  fourteenth  century, 
when  the  order  was  founded  by  Edward  III,  and  was 
a  reminder  that  its  present  members  include  fourteen 
kings  and  emperors,  two  queens,  fourteen  imperial  and 
royal  highnesses,  thirteen  dukes,  seven  marquesses, 
eight  earls,  and  one  baronet.  As  with  the  Trooping  of 
the  Color,  the  exact  date  of  the  founding  of  the  Garter 
is  unknown,  and  the  antiquaries  have  not  yet  decided 
whether  to  believe  the  "vulgar"  legends  of  its  origin 
or  to  credit  Edward  with  a  higher  motive  than  the  acci- 
dental picking  up  of  the  Countess  of  Salisbury's  garter 
at  a  state  ball. 

Certainly  the  service  under  the  splendid  gothic  roof 
of  St.  George's  Chapel  which  was  the  chief  item  in  the 
holding  of  the  chapter  was  pitched  in  as  high  a  key  as 
could  be  desired  by  the  most  meticulous  defender  of 
Edward  II's  honor.  For'  than  the  collect  which  is 
never  heard  under  any  vaulted  roof  in  England  save 
at  a  Garter  service  it  would  be  difficult  to  imagine  a 
more  exalted  ideal  of  life:  "Mercifully  grant  that 
they  who  be  Companions  of  this  Most  Noble  Order 
jointly  under  the  King  may  likewise  dispose  themselves 
in  virtue  and  fortitude  of  mind  and  purpose,  that  Thy 
law  may  be  better  honored,  the  Commonwealth  better 
served,  and  their  fame  remain  to  their  posterity."  It 
was  not  difficult,  then,  to  decide  between  the  merits  of 
the  two  functions  as  factors  in  shaping  national  imag- 
ination, for  while  the  Trooping  of  the  Color  suggested 
the  tented  field  and  the  clash  of  arms  the  chapter  of 
the  Garter  taught  the  lesson  that  character  is  greater 
than  the  sword.  And  as  this  pregnant  ceremony  is  now 
to  become  an  annual  function  of  the  London  season  it 
may  prove  that  in  the  hands  of  his  son  King  Edward's 
revival  of  picturesque  ceremonial  may  prove  not  the 
least  of  the  legacies  of  his  too  brief  reign. 

London,  June  18,  1912.            Henry  C.  Shelley. 
■■■  

Alligator  hunting  in  Colombia  is  an  industry  which 
furnishes  the  natives  with  considerable  sport.  It  is 
carried  on  along  the  Magdalena  River  from  December 
to  April  and  in  July  and  August.  During  these  rain- 
less months  the  streams  subside,  draining  the  great 
alluvial  plains  which  border  the  main  stream.  The 
alligators,  which  rushed  out  onto  the  inundated  flats 
during  the  previous  swelling  of  the  river,  crowd  back 
through  the  connecting  branches  and  channels,  where 
the  Indian  hunters  slaughter  them  in  large  numbers, 
spearing  them  and  hauling  them  out  on  the  banks,  where 
they  are  stunned  and  then  beheaded  with  long-handled 
axes.  Rifles  are  not  used  owing  to  the  prohibition  of 
the  use  of  firearms  except  shotguns.  Hundreds  of  alli- 
gators are  also  left  stuck  in  the  deep  slime  left  by  the 
receding  waters,  over  which  their  short  legs  will  not 
drag  their  heavy  bodies. 

An  adjunct  to  the  wireless  for  ships  at  sea  and  safety 
signals  for  yachts  and  all  small  craft  has  been  invented 
by  a  New  York  man,  who  calls  his  invention  the  rayo- 
graph.  Its  signal  is  a  beam  of  light  a  foot  and  a  half 
wide  and  1500  feet  high.  This  is  to  glow  perpetually 
above  the  ship's  deck.  He  claims  that  the  ray  can  be 
seen  for  forty  miles,  providing  there  is  no  fog,  and  he 
states  it  would  be  seen  above  the  fog  banks  if  the  fog 
was  low.  The  ray  that  goes  to  the  sky  can  be  used 
for  communications,  if  necessary,  and  the  further  claim 
is  made  that  anybody  can  work .  it  out  without  pre- 
vious study  or  practice.  By  pulling  a  lever  the  dis- 
tress sign  of  "S.  O.  S."  will  be  flashed,  which  will 
immediately  summon  the  assistance  of  other  ships. 
The  inventor  prizes  his  discovery  mostly  for  its  use  on 
small  yachts  that  can  not  afford  wireless  apparatus. 

General  Edward  S.  Bragg,  who  recently  died  at  Fond 
du  Lac,  Wisconsin,  was  the  author  of  the  expression : 
"We  love  him  for  the  enemies  he  has  made,"  which  he 
used  while  seconding  the  nomination  of  Grover  Cleve- 
land in  the  National  Democratic  Convention  in  1884. 
While  consul-general  of  Cuba  he  became  persona  non 
grata  on  account  of  a  personal  letter  written  to  a  friend 
and  which  inadvertently  was  made  public.  During  the 
Civil  War  he  was  commander  of  what  was  known  as 
the  Iron  Brigade.  General  Bragg  was  best  known  in 
Congress  on  account  of  his  fierce  opposition  to  the  in- 
discriminate granting  of  pensions. 

Practically  all  the  world's  cables  are  made  in  this 
country,  the  first  having  been  made  in  1857.  the  total 
length  of  the  wire  in  the  sheathing  and  core  being  suf- 
ficient to  reach  from  the  earth  to  the  moon.  When 
the  sea  is  about  three  miles  deep,  and  the  ship  is  steam- 
ing at  its  usual  rate,  paying  out  a  new  line,  over  two 
and  a  half  hours  will  pass  before  the  cable  reaches  the 
bed  of  the  sea.  By  the  time  the  cable  has  settled  to 
rest  the  ship  is  twenty-five  miles  away. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  6,  1912. 


THE  STRANGLING  OF  PERSIA. 


W.    Morgan    Shuster   Tells    the    Story    of   Russian    and 
British  Intrigue. 


It  may  be  admitted  regretfully  that  the  average  citi- 
zen sees  no  particular  reason  why  Persia  should  not  be 
strangled.  At  least  he  views  the  process  with  equa- 
nimitv.  But  for  the  fact  that  Persia  employed  an 
American  to  regulate  her  finances  and  that  Mr.  Shuster 
is  not  among  those  who  suffer  in  silence,  the  fate  of 
Persia  would  hardly  be  thought  worthy  of  a  paragraph 
in  an  American  newspaper.  If  other  countries  in  the 
same  position  as  Persia  had  but  the  wit  to  follow  her 
example  and  appoint  Americans  to  responsible  posi- 
tions they  could  command  a  good  deal  of  sympathy 
now  withheld  from  them.  And  if  these  officials  were 
selected  with  an  eye  to  their  literary  capacity  we  might 
anticipate  some  delightful  volumes  on  "The  Strangling 
of  Tripoli/'  or  "The  Strangling  of  Morocco."  To  be 
strangled  is  the  modern  fate  of  small  and  vulnerable 
nationalities,  and  Persia  suffers  in  a  goodly  company. 
We  should  like  to  sympathize  with  Persia,  and  in- 
deed we  do  sympathize  with  her  theoretically,  but  Mr. 
Shusters  accuracy  of  description  is  likely  to  moderate 
our  practical  zeal.  In  point  of  fact  the  Persians  seem 
to  be  rather  an  absurd  people,  and  when  they  are  not 
absurd  they  are  liable  to  become  detestable.  That  Rus- 
sia and  England,  and  especially  Russia,  committed  an 
act  of  naked  brigandage  is  hardly  open  to  dispute,  but 
then  we  may  have  in  our  minds  a  lurking  suspicion  that 
it  is  in  just  such  ways  that  nature  removes  the  incom- 
petent and  the  inefficient.  Society  has  hardly  yet 
reached  the  point  where  she  can  protect  the  unit  from 
his  own  incapacity.  Still  less  can  the  collective  society 
of  the  world  protect  a  nation  that  allows  itself  to  be- 
come a  derelict. 

But  Mr.  Shuster  tells  a  story  that  ought  to  be  told, 
and  he  tells  it  well.  He  shows  us  Persia  rent  by  inter- 
nal discords  and  with  Russia  desiring  nothing  so  much 
as  an  excuse  for  intervention.  And  there  seems  to 
have  been  some  excuse.  The  Persian  Nationalists — 
we  may,  perhaps,  call  them  Progressives — had  made 
war  upon  the  Shah,  deposed  him,  and  were  engaged  in 
the  Progressive  pastime  of  looting  the  treasury.  Here 
is  what  Mr.  Shuster  says  about  them: 

A  French  gentleman,  Mons.  Bizot,  was  employed  to  assist 
the  new  government  in  its  financial  work,  but  during  the  two 
years  which  he  remained  in  Teheran  he  accomplished  no 
actual  reforms,  and  conditions  went  from  bad  to  worse. 
Unfortunately  for  Persia,  the  patriotism  which  impelled  num- 
bers of  her  brave  Nationalists  to  fight  to  depose  the  ex-Shah, 
and  to  exercise  an  admirable  self-restraint  in  the  hour  of 
victory,  did  not  suffice  to  keep  many  of  them  from  profiting 
personally  through  the  chaotic  state  of  the  public  treasury, 
and  through  the  entire  absence  of  any  check  on  fraud  and 
corruption  in  the  financial  administrations,  so  that  with  an 
empty  treasury,  a  large  foreign  debt,  a  rapidly  growing  de- 
ficit, and  but  the  ruins  of  absolutism  on  which  to  build,  it  is 
little  wonder  that  the  members  of  the  Medjlis  decided  that 
some  new  plan  must  be  tried  if  the  nation  and  its  newly 
established  government  were  to  escape  speedy  and  humiliating 
disintegration. 

But  the  world  has  small  interest  in  the  vagaries  of 
Persian  politics.  They  bear  an  astonishing  likeness  to 
the  Mexican  variety,  and  if  we  sympathize  with  the 
Persian  Nationalists  there  is  no  reason  why  we  should 
not  similarly  applaud  Zapata  and  Orozco  in  Mexico. 
But  Mr.  Shuster's  personal  narrative  is  quite  another 
matter.  That,  at  least,  we  can  applaud  as  the  story  of 
a  strong  fight  against  chicanery,  duplicity,  and  stupidity 
in  a  land  where  intrigue  is  a  sacred  institution: 

About  this  time  I  received  an  insight  into  the  so-called  "in- 
trigues" which  were  going  on  in  connection  with  our  arrival 
and  contemplated  duties.  Nearly  every  one  with  whom  I 
talked  brought  out.  at  some  point  in  the  conversation,  the 
word  "intrigues."  "The  cabinet  is  making  intrigues  against 
"The  Belgian  customs  officials  are  intriguing  against 
the  Americans."  "This  is  a  terrible  place,  Mr.  Shuster,  for 
intrigues."  "Persia  is  the  land  of  blague  and  intrigues,"  In 
sheer  self-defense  I  was  compelled  to  tell  every  one  that 
Americans  thrived  on  intrigues  and  rather  liked  to  see  them 
going  on. 

Mr.  Shuster  found  that  large  issues  might  easily  hang 
upon  the  paying  of  calls.  As  a  Persian  official  he  was 
under  no  obligation  to  visit  the  Russian  and  British 
embassies,  hut  other  foreign  officials  had  allowed  them- 
_  .  ■  rned  by  the  fact  of  their  own  nation- 
ality and  had  paid  the  first  call: 

A    week    after   our   arrival    in    Teheran    one    of   my    Persian 
took   occasion  to   inquire  po'.itely   when   I   would   find 
time   to  call   at   the    Russian   Legation ;   a  little   later   an    emis- 
sary   came    apparently    on    a    similar   errand    from    the    British 
n.     1    replied    that    I    would    not    have    my    household 
furniture  or  be  settled,  after  such  a  long  journey,  for  at  least 
a   month.     From    this   time   on    scarcely    a   day   passed    that    I 
did  not  receive  a  direct  or  indirect  intimation  that  the  foreign 
ns   were   awaiting  my  call.     After  two   weeks  the  affair 
me  truly  laughable,   and  when   I  was  ahle  to  inquire  what 
was  the  custom  in  such  matters  when  Persian  officials  arrived 
at    the  capital,   and   learned   that   the   newcomers  into   official 
circles    always    received    the    first    call,    it    became    almost    in- 
terestii  eems   absurd  as  a   statement,   hut   the  question 

of   whether   or   when    1    would   call   on   the   foreign   legations 
ntng   thereby   the    I'.ritish   and   Russian   legations)    actually 
the    all-absorbing    topic,    not   only    in    European    social 
circles,  but  in  Persian  officialdom. 

The  official  visit,  to  pay  or  not  to  pay.  at  last  became 
a  matter  of  state  concern.  A  financial  agent  who  in- 
tended to  consider  himself  as  a  Persian  official  and  to 
give  no  recognition  t"  the  foreign  embassies  became  a 
menace : 

Finally  Ihe  regent,  in  one  of  our  talks,  asked  me  whether 
I  was  going  to  call  on  the  Russian  and  British  ministers. 
Having  no  desire  to  debate  these  delicate  subjects,  I  replied, 
in  truly  'riental  fashion,  that  I  was  very  busy  getting  my 
bouse  in  order  and  preparing  a  basic  financial  law  for  submis- 
i   tlie  cabinet  and  the  Medjlis.     Finally,  at  one  of  the 


sessions  of  the  cabinet,  to  which  I  was  often  invited,  the 
minister  of  foreign  affairs,  a  most  oleaginous  personage, 
Mutashamu's-Saltana  by  name,  brought  solemnly  before  his 
colleagues  the  fact  that  the  foreign  ministers  at  Teheran  did 
not  know  why  I  had  not  called  on  them  and  were  anxious 
about  it.  Said  he :  "The  Belgian,  French,  and  other  em- 
ployees in  the  Persian  service  have  always  considered  it  an 
honor  to  call  at  the  legations.  The  diplomats  can  not  under- 
stand why  the  Americans  do  not  follow  the  same  rule." 

I  said :  "Your  excellency,  there  are  a  number  of  points 
to  this  very  delicate  and  complicated  question,  but  before 
going  any  further  I  should  like  to  inquire  whether  I  am  not 
an  official  of  the  Persian  government;  if  I  am,  should  I  not 
observe  the  rules  of  etiquette  laid  down  by  that  government?" 

After  some  discussion,  the  entire  cabinet  agreed  and  de- 
cided that  I  was  under  no  obligation  to  pay  first  "calls ;  quite 
the  contrary,  and  they  seemed  rather  to  like  the  idea  of  a 
foreigner  considering  himself  to  be  a  genuine  part  of  their 
government,  instead  of  merely  condescending  to  accept  their 
money. 

At  last  the  situation  was  relieved  by  a  subterfuge. 
As  the  mountain  would  not  go  to  Mahomet,  Mahomet 
went  to  the  mountain,  and  a  meeting  with  the  Russian 
ambassador  was  brought  about  by  chance.  The  occa- 
sion was  a  garden  fete  given  in  Teheran: 

After  ten  minutes  of  standi ug  around,  during  which  we 
gave  no  cry  of  distress,  the  ice  thawed  somewhat  and  the 
guests  began  to  mingle.  Some  friends  of  ours  arrived  and 
Mr.  McCaskey  informed  me  that  Sir  George  Barclay  (whom 
he  had  met)  was  desirous  of  making  my  acquaintance — as  I 
was  his.  After  meeting  Sir  George,  and  while  chatting  with 
him  as  to  the  financial  situation  of  Persia  and  the  prospect 
of  doing  any  work,  I  noticed  a  very  distinguished  gentleman 
whose  uneasy  expression  suggested  to  my  mind  a  diplomat 
of  high  rank.  He  gazed  long  and  hard  at  Sir  George,  and 
finally  catching  -his  eye,  nodded  very  distinctly.  Said  Sir 
George:  "My  dear  Mr.  Treasurer-General,  have  you  met 
Poklewski,  the  Russian  minister — a  splendid  fellow,  you 
know."  I  expressed  regret  that  I  had  not  been  favored.  "I 
think  he  may  be  passing  this  way  soon.  I  will  introduce  you," 
added  Sir  George.  As  I  soon  learned,  the  uneasy  gentleman 
standing  not  eight  feet  away  was  Mons.  Poklewski.  At  this 
precise  moment  it  occurred  to  him  to  stroll  by  us,  swinging 
his  cane  and  gazing  at  the  concourse.  As  he  passed,  Sir 
George  touched  him  on  the  arm,  and  by  this  accident  Mons. 
Poklewski  and  I  met,  without  further  disturbing  the  diplo- 
matic balance  of  the  world.  The  French  minister  was  like- 
wise present  in  the  tent,  but  either  missed  his  cue  or  changed 
his  mind,  and  I  never  had  the  pleasure  of  his  acquaintance 
during  my  stay  in  Teheran. 

Whatever  difficulties  there  might  be  in  the  collection 
of  the  national  funds  there  were  none  at  all  in  the 
spending  of  them.  Mr.  Shuster  describes  a  council  at 
which  he  was  informed  that  money  must  positively  be 
found  for  the  army,  otherwise  "even  our  lives  will  not 
be  safe."  Mr.  Shuster  asked  what  sum  was  the  mini- 
mum with  which  the  raging  troops  could  be  temporarily 
held  in  check : 

The  premier  pulled  a  slip  of  paper  from  his  pocket  and 
handed  it  to  the  minister  of  finance  to  read  to  me.  As  he  did 
so,  his  feelings  apparently  overcame  him  and  he  stepped 
downstairs  for  a  few  moments.  The  finance  minister  gravely 
read  the  items  and  the  total.  The  trifling  sum  of  406,000 
tumans  was  a  sine  qua  non.  Of  this,  nearly  half  was  not  for 
the  unpaid  troops,  but  for  stores,  uniforms,  artillery  horses, 
and  incidentals. 

I  made  no  comment.  The  premier  returned  with  a  busy 
but  anxious  look.  I  thought  I  saw  the  eye-signals  cross; 
perhaps   I  was  mistaken. 

Said  the  minister  of  finance:  "His  excellency  requests  your 
answer   as   to   this   important  matter." 

I  threw  up  my  right  hand  in  a  despairing  gesture:  "C'cst 
impossible,   excellence." 

The  Sipahdar  jumped  as  if  he  had  been  shot.  Volley  after 
volley  of  eloquent  persuasion  and  martial  imprecation  seemed 
to  pour  from  his  lips.  The  amiable  finance  minister  grew 
pale  and  advised  me  that  I  was  making  a  mistake.  I  tried 
to  ascertain  from  his  excellency,  in  the  French  language, 
whether  he  knew  any  successful  method  of  extracting  blood 
from  a  stone.  He  had  nothing  to  suggest,  except  that  the 
funds  should  be  forthcoming. 

Three  hours  later  we  compromised  on  100,000  tumans,  and 
in  the  light  of  subsequent  experience  and  knowledge  even 
that  payment  has  troubled  my  conscience  at  times. 

As  I  passed  out  I  could  almost  hear  the  whisper  of  his 
excellency  the  premier  to  his  excellency  the  minister  of 
finance :  "The  faranghi  fights  hard,  but,  inshallah,  we  will 
get  him  next  time." 

The  final  battle  between  the  forces  of  the  ex-Shah 
and  the  Nationalists  resulted  in  the  capture  of  the 
Shah's  general,  Arshadu'd-Dawla,  who  was  received 
courteously  but  none  the  less  shot  inexorably  on  the 
following  morning: 

Early  the  next  morning,  some  twenty  gendarmes,  under  or- 
ders, led  him,  unbandaged,  up  against  a  wall  and  fired  upon 
him.  He  fell  forward,  throwing  up  his  hands  in  a  dramatic 
manner,  but  upon  examination  was  found  to  be  still  alive, 
only  one  bullet  having  hit  him.  He  was  left  on  the  ground 
for  a  short  time  while  a  file  of  Armenian  volunteers  was 
marched  up,  the  Persian  troops  had  proven  suspiciously  poor 
marksmen.  A  donkey  which  had  strolled  in  between  him  and 
the  wall  was  driven  off.  While  this  was  happening  Arshadu'd- 
Dawla  got  upon  his  knees  and  exclaimed  in  Persian:  "Zinda- 
bad  Muhammad  AH  Shah!"  (Long  live  Shah  Muhammad  AH  !) 
When  the  second  volley  was  fired  he  was  hit  in  a  number  of 
places  and  instantly  killed. 

One  of  the  numerous  provocations  given  by  the  Rus- 
sian officials  in  the  hope  of  manufacturing  some  cause 
for  forcible  action  is  described  by  the  author  in  con- 
nection with  the  Shuau's-Saltana  incident: 

It  will  be  noted  that  two  hours  after  the  treasury  officials 
were  in  peaceable  possession  of  this  place,  MM.  Petroff  and 
Hildebrand,  the  same  two  Russian  vice-consuls  who  had  led 
the  first  assault  by  the  Russian  Cossacks  the  day  before,  drove 
up  to  the  gate  and  commenced  abusing  the  Persian  sentries 
there,  telling  them  that  they  would  be  killed,  and  employing 
vile  insults — all  in  an  endeavor  to  provoke  these  ignorant 
guards  into  losing  their  temper  and  taking  some  action  which 
these  consular  officials  could  construe  into  an  insult  to  the 
Russian  government.  In  other  words,  finding  that  they  had 
been  thwarted  in  their  effort  to  obtain,  however  illegally,  the 
possession  of  these  properties,  these  Russian  officials  delibe- 
rately  sought  to  involve  their  government  in  the  dispute. 

Fortunately,  the  treasury  gendarmes  had  received  such  strict 
instructions  that  they  kept  perfect  control  of  themselves  and 
refused  to  be  entrapped  into  noticing  the  insults  and  impre- 
cations which  were  addressed  to  them  by  these  valiant  con- 
suls, who  thereupon  drove  away  and  reported,  with  absolute 
falsity,  that  the  affront  had  actually  occurred  which  they  had 
gone  there  to  provoke. 


Mr.  Shuster  relates  an  incident  in  connection  with 
the  bread  riots  that  throws  a  flood  of  light  on  the 
essential  Orientalism  of  the  Persian  people  and  the 
validity  of  their  claims  to  a  self-government  that  rightly 
belongs  to   civilization: 

In  connection  with  the  bread  supply  a  rather  grewsome  in- 
cident occurred.  The  chief  baker  of  Teheran  was  one  of  the 
principal  grafters  in  the  "municipal  bread-ring"  and  a  great 
trouble-maker  for  the  treasury.  He  was  a  man  of  evil 
record,  and  reputed  to  have  baked  an  offending  subordinate 
to  death  in  his  own  oven  on  more  than  one  occasion.  Speak- 
ing of  him  and  his  intrigues  one  day  to  several  prominent 
Nationalists,  I  remarked  that  he  was  the  cause  of  most  of 
the  trouble  with  the  bread  supply  in  the  capital,  was  feeding 
inferior  bread  to  the  people,  and  that  he  should  be  "gotten 
rid  of."  A  morning  or  so  afterwards,  on  entering  my  office 
rather  late,  I  was  informed  by  one  of  my  Persian  assistants 
that  "the  chief  baker  had  been  killed  in  accordance  with  my 
wishes !"  I  leave  the  reader  to  imagine  my  surprise  and 
feelings.  As  a  matter  of  fact  he  had  been  assassinated,  and 
though  I  have  no  reason  to  believe  that  my  own  remarks 
had  anything  to  do  with  his  taking  off,  I  determined  thence- 
forth to  be  more  cautious  and  precise  in  my  language.  The 
unfortunate  man  was  a  murderer,  and  had  waxed  wealthy 
by  stealing  from  the  poor,  often  starving  people  of  the  city, 
so  no  great  injustice  was,  perhaps,  done,  but  the  interpretation 
put  by  my  young  Persian  friend  on  his  untimely  end  gave 
me  quite  a  shock.  From  that  time  on  the  control  of  the 
bread  became  much  easier. 

We  need  no  assurance  that  Russian  vengeance,  when 
it  came,  was  of  the  Russian  kind.  When  fighting  began 
a  Russian  official  had  promised  to  exterminate  the  "rev- 
olutionary dregs,"  and  the  promise  was  fulfilled: 

With  these  incidents  in  mind  it  is  not  difficult  to  under- 
stand the  semi-official  Novoe  Vremya's  utterance  that  "in 
this  case  true  humanity  requires  cruelty.  The  zvhole  popula- 
tion of  Tabriz  must  be  held  responsible  and  punished.  .  .  . 
There  is  a  limit  even  to  Russian  indulgence." 

Experience  has  amply  demonstrated  that  the  Russian  gov- 
ernment, having  the  power,  never  does  less  than  it  promises 
in  cases  of  this  kind.  It  is  safe  to  say  that  the  horrors  of 
Tabriz  will  never  become  fully  known.  The  Russians  saw 
well  to  that.  Unrestrained  shootings,  hangings,  tortures, 
blowing  of  men  from  cannon,  and  the  cynical  butchery  of 
women  and  children  in  the  streets  of  their  town — and  even 
worse  things — make  a  fair  record  for  the  officers  and  troops 
of  a  nation  whose  ruler  promotes  peace  tribunals  and  poses 
as   the   friend  of  mankind. 

Russia  and  England,  says  Mr.  Shuster,  have  been 
playing  a  hand  in  the  game  of  mediaeval  diplomacy. 
Machiavelli  is  their  model,  but  they  fool  no  one — "not 
even  the  Persian  tools  and  Judases  who  compose  the 
so-called  government  and  take  Russian  roubles  and 
rulings  with  equal  alacrity" : 

It  is  doubtful  whether  the  British  public  is  very  much 
deceived,  either.  Englishmen  have  grown  a  bit  tired  of 
Sir  Edward  Grey's  mysterious  solemnity  whenever  a  thought- 
less M.  P.  asks  an  obvious  question  as  to  Russia's  actions  or 
British  policy  in  Persia.  Sir  Edward  has  worn  that  coat 
threadbare  in  the  past  five  years.  "Situations"  are  always 
"delicate"  or  "grave"  with  him ;  and  "negotiations"  are  al- 
ways "proceeding."  That  is  about  all  the  inquisitive  M.  P. 
gets,  be  he  Liberal  or  be  he  Unionist.  How  long  the  British 
people  will  permit  their  foreign  affairs  to  be  bungled  is  a 
question.  If  there  had  been  no  serious  internal  problems  inti- 
mately wrapped  up  with  the  fortunes  of  the  present  Liberal 
cabinet,  it  would  probably  have  been  already  answered.  A 
referendum  on  the  success  of  Sir  Edward  Grey  as  secretary 
for  foreign  affairs  or  on  the  diplomatic  triumphs  obtained 
under  the  foreign  policy  of  the  Liberal  government  during 
the  past  two  years  would  show  an  interesting  result.  One 
has  only  to  ask  the  Liberals  themselves  about  this. 

What  answer,  asks  Mr.  Shuster,  shall  the  Christian 
world  make  to  the  Mohammedan  world  if  it  is  asked 
for  an  interpretation  of  the  doctrine  "Thou  shalt  not 
steal,"  as  it  has  been  "in  the  cases  of  Morocco,  Tripoli, 
and  Persia."  Mr.  Shuster  does  not  add  Panama  to 
his  list,  but  he  might  have  done  so: 

The  writer  has  no  illusions  about  altruism  in  international 
affairs.  There  is,  of  course,  no  excuse  for  self-deception.  But 
one  of  the  lessons  to  be  learned  from  the  overthrow  of  Persia 
is  that  the  civilized  world  has  far  to  travel  before  it  may  rise 
up  and  call  itself  blessed.  The  Persian  people,  fighting  for 
a  chance  to  live  and  govern  themselves  instead  of  remaining 
the  serfs  of  wholly  heartless  and  corrupt  rulers,  deserved 
better  of  fate  than  to  be  forced,  as  now,  either  to  sink  back 
into  an  even  worse  serfdom  or  to  be  hunted  down  and  mur- 
dered as  "revolutionary  dregs."  British  and  Russian  states- 
men may  be  proud  of  their  work  in  Persia ;  it  is  doubtful 
whether  any  one  else  is. 

Kipling  has  intimated  that  you  can  not  hustle  the  East. 
This  includes  a  warning  and  a  reflection.  Western  men  and 
Western  ideals  can  hustle  the  East,  provided  the  Orientals 
realize  that  they  are  being  carried  along  lines  reasonably 
beneficial  to  themselves.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  the  moral  ap- 
peal and  the  appeal  of  race-pride  and  patriotism,  are  as  strong 
in  the  East  as  in  the  West,  though  they  do  not  lie  so  near  the 
surface:  and  naturally  the  Oriental  displays  no  great  desire 
to  be  hustled  when  it  is  along  lines  beneficially  only  to  the 
Westerner. 

Mr.  Shuster  has  written  a  book  of  some  power  and 
of  unquestioned  interest.  He  does  not  persuade  us  to 
rush  to  arms  in  defense  of  Persia,  but  his  dramatic 
story  adds  an  important  page  to  the  history  of  our  own 
times. 

The  Strangling  of  Persia.  By  W.  Morgan  Shus- 
ter.    New  York:  The  Century  Company;  $2.50  net. 


The  paddle-wheel  steamship  Saz'annah,  a  vessel  of 
350  tons  and  length  of  100  feet,  was  the  first  to  cross 
the  Atlantic  or  any  ocean.  In  1819  she  accomplished 
the  passage  from  Savannah  to  Liverpool  in  twenty-five 
days,  steaming  in  fair  weather  and  sailing  in  foul.  Her 
engines  were  but  auxiliary,  and  when  the  seas  were 
high  the  paddle  wheels  were  hoisted  inboard  and  stowed 

on  deck. 

^»^ 

The  Chinese  are  planning  to  have  their  revenge  on 
Europe  and  America.  A  scheme  is  on  foot  to  send 
Confucian  missionaries  to  the  godless  of  the  Christian 
world,  and  according  to  a  paper  of  Hankow,  General 
Li  Yuan-hung,  to  whom  the  scheme  was  submitted,  has 
forwarded  it  to  the  president,  not  willing  to  shoulder 
the  responsibility  himself. 


July  6,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Fate  Knocks  at  the  Door. 
It  is  impossible  to  withhold  sympathy  from 
Mr.  Comfort,  even  when  his  faults  are  most 
in  evidence.  He  is  one  of  the  few  novelists 
of  today  who  have  something  to  say  or  who 
make  even  a  pretense  of  a  message  to  deliver. 
He  belongs  to  the  even  smaller  group  of 
those  whose  convictions  are  so  compelling  as 
to  rise  almost  to  the  region  of  exaltation. 
That  the  balanced  and  resonant  sentences 
suggest  the  carefully  used  tools  of  composi- 
tion rather  than  the  afflatus  of  inspiration  does 
not  matter  at  all.  The  inspiration  is  there 
even  though  it  is  often  awry  and  misused. 

Mr.  Comfort  is  much  more  at  home  with 
his  men  than  with  his  women,  which  is  a 
pity,  because  we  feel  that  it  is  the  woman 
whom  he  wishes  to  paint.  When  Andrew 
Bedient  goes  to  sea  at  the  dawn  of  his  ad- 
venturous career  we  hope  that  we  may  have 
another  Routledge,  and  it  may  be  said  that 
Andrew  continues  to  be  eminently  satisfac- 
tory so  long  as  he  is  sailing  and  fighting  and 
leading  the  strenuous  life.  There  is  no  com- 
bination more  attractive  than  that  of  mysti- 
cism and  action,  and  Andrew  is  a  mystic  with 
an  unusually  full  cargo  of  ideals  about  Ori- 
ental religion,  women,  and  the  fine  things  of 
life.  But  Andrew's  ideals  about  women,  and 
the  women  who  become  his  ideals,  are  very 
different.  Andrew  loses  some  of  his  flavor 
when  he  inherits  a  fortune  and  dips  into  the 
literary,  artistic,  and  Bohemian  atmosphere  of 
New  York.  The  author  is  so  intent  upon 
showing  us  the  ideal  woman  that  he  lifts  her 
feet  off  the  ground  altogether  and  then  she 
fails  to  please  us.  In  point  of  fact  she  gently 
bores  us.  We  like  our  women  to  be  human, 
and  some  of  these  women  are  so  ethereal,  so 
fragile,  so  intangible,  as  to  be  almost  un- 
human. 

We  may  suppose  that  Mr.  Comfort's  object 
is  to  exalt  the  woman  and  to  suggest  some- 
thing of  the  part  that  she  will  play  in  the 
world.  He  says  that  "only  through  the  poten- 
tial greatness  of  woman  can  come  the  mili- 
tant greatness  of  man,"  which,  perhaps,  is  not 
the  most  precise  way  of  saying  that  woman 
supplies  the  inspiration  and  man  the  action, 
or  that  woman  imagines  what  the  man 
achieves.  From  a  recognition  of  woman's 
possibilities  will  come  the  greatest  good  to  the 
world,  and  while  this  is  a  reasonable  conten- 
tion we  do  not  feel  that  the  particular  women 
presented  to  us  in  "Fate  Knocks  at  the  Door" 
will  help  us  much  to  its  comprehension.  We 
do  not  know  such  women,  and  we  are  not 
sure  that  we  want  to.  They  are  not  robust 
enough.  We  feel  somehow  that  Andrew 
Bedient  was  painted  from  a  living  model,  of 
course  with  artistic  exaggeration.  There  have 
been  such  men,  and  maybe  they  are  more  nu- 
merous than  we  suppose.  But  we  feel  quite  as 
strongly  that  the  women  were  not  painted 
from  living  models,  but  from  some  inner  pro- 
totype unknown  to  the  world,  too  high  and 
too  intense  for  our  recognition.  Mr.  Com- 
fort writes  with  such  a  wealth  of  language 
and  of  ideas  that  we  should  like  to  see  him 
master  them  instead  of  allowing  them  to  mas- 
ter him.  Inspiration  uncontrolled  runs  so 
easily  into  hysteria.  There  need  be  no  hesi- 
tation in  saying  that  Mr.  Comfort  has  written 
another  notable  story.  If  there  had  been 
more  self-repression  and  self-denial  it  might 
have  been  a  great  story. 

Fate  Knocks  at  the  Door.     By  Will  Levington 
Comfort.     Philadelphia:  J.  B.  Lippincott  Company. 


the  interpretation  of  Rousseau.  Babeuf  had 
a  different  interpretation.  But  the  methods  of 
attainment  were  the  same  with  both.  Both 
would  elaborate  the  perfect  social  system  and 
enact  that  it  be  henceforth  and  forever 
adopted.  Unfortunately  for  Babeuf,  he  was  in 
the  minority  and  lost  his  head,  the  fate  usually 
reserved  for  those  who  incur  the  dislike  of 
the  champions  of  free  speech,  free  thought, 
and  human  rights.  Mr.  Bax  gives  us  an  un- 
usual book,  a  chapter  of  vivid  history,  and  the 
memoirs  of  a  man  too  little  known. 

The  Last  Episode  of  the  French  Revolution. 
By  Ernest  Belfort  Bax.  Boston:  Small,  Maynard 
&  Co.  _ 

The  Blue  Wall. 
Mr.  Richard  Washburn  Child  tells  a  story 
that  is  frankly  sensational  and  that  at  the 
same  time  is  something  very  much  more  and 
better.  Juliana,  beautiful,  healthy,  and  hap- 
pily married,  learns  that  she  is  not  the  daugh- 
ter of  Judge  Colfax,  but  of  an  opium  fiend 
and  a  murderer,  and  therefore,  presumably, 
cursed  with  an  inner  heritage  of  everything 
that  is  vile.  It  is  true  that  this  evil  heredity 
has  never  shown  itself,  but  it  shows  itself 
quickly  enough  as  soon  as  the  expectation  cre- 
ated by  the  disclosure  has  established  itself. 
So  Juliana  becomes  an  opium  fiend.  Con- 
cealing the  fact  from  her  husband,  she  exacts 
a  promise  from  him  to  remain  away  from 
home  for  three  weeks  while  she  locks  her- 
self in  her  room  in  order  to  give  final  battle 
to  her  enemy.  And  she  wins.  For  the  mo- 
ment we  are  inclined  to  wonder  at  so  power- 
ful an  object  lesson  in  the  strength  of  in- 
herited impulses,  and  although  it  is  usually 
unfair  to  give  the  denouement  of  a  story,  to 
refrain  from  doing  so  in  this  instance  would 
be  to  convey  a  wrong  impression.  Juliana, 
having  won  her  fight  over  "inherited  tenden- 
cies," finds  that,  after  all,  she  was  the  daugh- 
ter of  the  judge  and  that  there  is  not  a  drop 
of  tainted  blood  in  her  veins.  She  had  suf- 
fered from  expectation  and  not  from  heredity, 
an  explanation  that  might  be  applied  with  ad- 
vantage to  the  majority  of  cases  of  supposed 
inheritance  of  disease,  both  physical  and  men- 
tal. But  the  story  must  be  read  to  be 
appreciated.  Of  its  kind  it  is  one  of  the 
cleverest   things  of  the  day. 

The  Blue  Wall.     By  Richard  Washburn  Child. 
Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin   Company;    $1.25    net. 


Gracchus  Babeut. 
It  seems  that  we  have  yet  something  to 
learn  about  the  French  Revolution  and  that 
one  of  its  chapters,  and  that  among  the  least 
known,  is  worthy  of  expansion  and  study. 
Thanks  to  Mr.  Ernest  Belfort  Bax  and  his 
volume,  "The  Last  Episode  of  the  French 
Revolution,"  we  may  now  pay  such  homage  as 
our  predilections  may  suggest  to  Gracchus 
Babeuf. 

Babeuf  was  destroyed  in  the  frenzy  of 
revolutionary  zeal  for  the  crime  of  being  a 
Socialist.  He  was  one  of  those  unfortunates 
who  are  born  before  their  time,  and  his  ad- 
vanced ideas  caused  such  distress  to  the  cre- 
ators of  the  Terror  that  they  cut  off  his  head. 
Those  who  could  look  without  dismay  upon 
Paris  floating  in  the  blood  of  aristocrats  were 
yet  moved  to  holy  wrath  by  an  attack  upon 
private  property.  Robespierre,  St.  Just,  and 
the  others  of  the  Mountain  were  "jealous  up- 
holders" of  the  rights  of  private  property. 
Their  ideal  was  a  republic  of  the  small  middle 
class  wherein  every  citizen  had  moderate 
means  and  was  frugal  and  virtuous.  This,  too, 
was  the  ideal  of  Rousseau,  who  would  limit 
the  extremes  of  wealth  and  poverty,  but  would 
leave  the  facts  of  ownership  untouched.  It 
was  Babeuf  alone  who  proposed  the  total  abo- 
lition of  the  institution  of  private  property 
and  who  gave  his  life  for  his  temerity. 

Babeuf,  in  his  way,  was  logical  and  con- 
sistent. As  Mr.  Bax  points  out,  there  was  at 
that  time  no  idea  of  human  evolution.  Hu- 
manity was  not  supposed  by  any  one  to  grow, 
but  suddenly  to  become.  A  social  contract 
had  existed  from  the  beginning,  and  it  was 
necessary  only  to  note  the  deviation  of  so- 
ciety from  the  terms  of  that  contract  and  to 
bring  it  back  immediately  and  forcefully  to 
the   perfect   path.      The   revolution    was   itself 


The  Church  and  Society. 
Those  who  believe  that  the  education  of 
public  opinion  on  the  economic  and  political 
questions  of  the  day  is  among  the  legitimate 
functions  of  the  church  will  welcome  Dr.  Cut- 
ting's volume  as  a  substantial  contribution. 
On  the  other  hand  those  who  hold  that  Chris- 
tianity should  concern  itself  only  with  an  in- 
dividual obedience  to  conscience  and  with  the 
spiritual  life  will  regret  a  movement  that 
seems  no  more  than  another  step  toward  ma- 
terialism and  the  sordid  things  of  life.  It  is 
simply  a  question  of  whether  the  church 
should  concern  itself  with  causes  or  with  ef- 
fects, whether  it  should  present  to  the  public 
"dispassionate  and  accurate  statements  of  fact 
in  industrial  conflict"  or  whether  it  should 
confine  itself  to  the  removal  of  the  mental  and 
moral  cause  of  all  conflict.  It  is  hard  to  im- 
agine that  a  church  could  do  other  than  mis- 
chief by  any  attempt  at  "statements  of  fact  in 
industrial  warfare,"  or  that  any  church  is  in 
the  least  competent  for  such  a  task.  Still 
less  can  we  conceive  it  to  be  the  function  of 
the  church  to  educate  the  people  in  municipal 
budget-making,  in  public  hygiene,  or  in  police 
regulation.  All  these  may  be  excellent,  but  is 
it  not  the  first  and  only  duty  of  a  church  to 
develop  a  moral  sense  in  the  individual  and 
with  the  assurance  that,  when  developed,  it 
will  order  all   things  rightly? 

Dr.  Cutting  gives  an  able  presentation  of 
what  he  believes  that  the  church  could  do  in 
the  matter  of  reform  if  it  would  turn  itself 
into  a  society  for  the  pious  study  of  sociology 
and  economics.  The  suggestions  may  stand 
upon  their  own  merits,  but  it  may  be  that  the 
average  reader,  who  is  already  indifferent  to 
the  religious  claims  of  the  church,  will  be  in- 
clined to  resent  these  new  claims  to  the  di- 
rection  of   public  affairs. 

The  Church  and  Society.  By  R.  Fulton  Cut- 
ting, LL.  D.  New  York;  The  Macmillan  Com- 
pany;  $1.25  net.    

The  Unofficial  Secretary. 
This  story  takes  the  form  of  letters  written 
by  a  young  woman  in  Paraguay  to  her  friend 
in  America.  The  young  woman's  sentiment, 
is  slightly  of  the  sickly  order,  apparently  as  a 
result  of  a  disappointed  love  affair,  but  she 
consoles  herself  quickly  with  the  aid  of  a 
philanthropic  doctor  whose  life  has  been 
blighted  by  a  belief  in  his  own  illegitimacy. 
Why  a  man's  life  should  be  blighted  for 
such  a  cause  it  is  hard  to  say,  but  it  usually 
is  in  the  estimation  of  the  lady  writer.  Inci- 
dentally we  get  a  lot  of  information  about  the 
southern  republics  and  of  a  rather  unusual 
kind. 

The  Unofficial  Secretary.  By  Mary  Rid- 
path   Mann.     Chicago:   A.    C.    McClurg  &  Co. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
"Cheap  Turkey,"  by  Wood  Macauley   (Duf- 
field    &    Co. ;    50    cents),    is    a    lightly    written 
sketch    of   the   condition    of   the   average   con- 
sumer   after    the    necessities    of    life    have    all 


ufacturer  and  retailer  have  been  driven  out 
of  business.  Turkey  is  certainly  cheap,  but 
as  John  Goodman  has  no  money  he  ceases 
to   be  greatly   interested   in   prices. 

The  American  Book  Company  has  published 
a  "French  Newspaper  Reader,"  with  notes, 
exercises,  and  vocabulary  by  Felix  Weill,  L. 
es  L.  (50  cents).  The  extracts  are  selected 
only  from  the  best  newspapers  and  maga- 
zines. 

"Lulu,  Alice  and  Jimmie  Wibble  wobble," 
by  Howard  R.  Garis  (R.  F.  Fenno  &  Co.), 
with  colored  illustrations  by  Louis  Wisa,  is  a 
book  Tor  little  children  and  of  the  kind  popu- 
larly supposed  to  be  acceptable  to  the  long- 
suffering  mind  of  the  child. 

A  late  edition  to  the  Home  University  Li- 
brary, already  a  large  one  and  of  uniform 
excellence,  is  "Elements  of  English  Law,"  by 
W.  M.  Gilbert  (Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  50  cents 
net).  The  work  is  described  as  "a  simple 
statement  of  the  basic  principles  of  the  Eng- 
lish  legal    system." 

Under  the  title  of  "Cigar  and  Cigareet" 
Mr.  Jack  Hines  has  written  an  unusually 
intense  story  of  two  wolf-dogs  on  the  Alaskan 
trail  and  of  their  love  and  loyalty  for  one 
another.  The  book  can  be  read  in  an  hour, 
and  it  will  be  an  hour  well  spent.  The  pub- 
lishers are  the  George  H.  Doran  Company 
and  the  price  is   50  cents. 

"Europe  and  Its  People,"  by  Professor  Will 
S.  Monroe  and  Miss  Anna  Buckbee  (Harper 
&  Brothers;  40  cents),  is  intended  as  an  in- 
troductory geographic  reader  for  the  fourth 
school  year.  It  "acquaints  the  child  with 
fundamental  ideas  of  geography,  with  Europe 
as  the  home  of  man,  with  structure  and  the 
industries  which  grow  from  it." 

The  psychology  of  the  blind  is  well  por- 
trayed in  "Children  of  the  Night,"  by  Mary 
Hulbert  Rogers  (Duffield  &  Co. ;  $1  net).  The 
heroine  is  a  woman  who  has  suddenly  lost 
her  sight  and  who  dictates  her  autobiography 
to  an  amanuensis.  It  has  all  the  quiet  force 
of  a  real  life  story  as  certainly  the  picture 
is  that  of  a  real,  almost  an  ideal,  woman. 

"The  Mission  of  Victoria  Wilhelmina,"  by 
Jeanne  Bartholow  Magoun  (B.  W.  Huebsch ; 
$1  net),  is  so  far  based  upon  fact  that  there 
are  hundreds  of  Victoria  Wilhelminas  in 
every  great  city  of  the  world,  hundreds  of 
country-bred  girls  who  have  loved  not  wisely 
but  too  well  and  who  awake  to  the  facts  of 
life  when,  in  a  sense,  it  is  too  late.  In  this 
case  the  victim  is  saved  from  the  depths  by 
her  mother  love,  but  it  is  to  be  feared  that 
even  this  force  is  not  always  effective.  The 
story  is  well  told  and  we  must  take  the  au- 
thor's word  for  it  that  there  are  actually 
girls   so   simple  as   Victoria   Wilhelmina. 


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In  Her  Own  Right. 

It  is  evident  that  buried  treasure  still  has 
its  attractions  for  the  novelist,  but  the  theme 
is  so  well  worn  that  we  glance  at  it  dubiously. 
When  Geoffrey  Croyden  is  nearly  ruined  by 
the  failure  of  Royster  &  Axtell,  fraudulent 
stock  dealers,  he  gives  up  his  club  life  in 
town  and  goes  down  to  a  little  country  prop- 
erty belonging  to  him,  where  he  can  vegetate 
economically.  The  disaster  is  particularly 
grievous,  since  it  separates  him  from  the 
wealthy  Elaine  Cavendish,  whose  money 
seems  now  to  place  her  beyond  his  reach. 
But  all  things  work  together  for  good.  In 
an  old  escritoire — how  useful  this  old  furni- 
ture is — Croyden  discovers  a  memorandum  of 
the  whereabouts  of  pirate  treasure  hidden  in 
the  sands  near  Annapolis.  Unfortunately  his 
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it  hard  to  persuade  these  rivals  of  his  ill- 
success,  and  in  their  efforts  to  comptl  him 
to  disgorge  they  abduct  Elaine  and  a  girl 
friend,  and  for  a  time  the  author  seems  to 
forget  that  we  are  living  in  the  twentieth 
century.  Stories  of  this  kind  have  a  fasci- 
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carelessness  of  narrative  common  enough 
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The  Isle  of  Strife. 
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some because  they  take  our  feet  clear  away 
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Woodworth,  and  this  map  remains  as  a  bone 
of  contention  all  through  the  story.  When 
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lage he  is  followed  by  a  German  officer  who 
is  willing  to  commit  murder  for  the  possession 
of  it.  Then  there  is  the  villain  of  the  play, 
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the  belief  that  it  is  one  of  a  French  fort, 
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who   once   upon  a  time  rejected   Woodworth 


and  is  now  willing  to  reconsider  the  matter. 
Assaults,  abductions,  and  murders  follow  each 
other  in  delicious  profusion. 

It  is  all  capitally  told,  but  we  are  left  in 
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create  so  much  bother.  It  is  of  no  value  to 
Woodworth  himself ;  a  single  glance — when 
he  finally  gets  it — satisfies  the  German  officer 
that  it  has  no  interest  for  him,  while  Del 
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thor of  "The  House  of  Harper,"  once  gave 
to  William  Black,  the  English  novelist,  Wil- 
liam Cullen  Bryant,  responding  to  a  toast  on 
poetry,  remarked  that  though  the  novelist  had 
laid  society  under  great  obligations,  the  poet 
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Beethoven's  love  affair  with  the  Countess 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


11 


'CABBAGES  AND  KINGS.' 


It  wasn't  a  bad  idea  of  that  play-writing 
twain,  Joseph  Medill  Patterson  and  Hugh 
Ford,  to  blend  two  of  O.  Henry's  stories  into 
one  and  out  of  the  blend  to  evolve  a  play. 
That  is,  as  plays  go,  it  wasn't  a  bad  idea. 
Some  plays,  of  course,  are  constructed  like 
an  arch  of  masonry,  and  every  character  and 
scene  and  situation,  and  every  scrap  of  dia- 
logue, are  founded  upon  the  keystone  of  a 
central  motive  to  which  all  else  is  strictly 
subservient  and  dependent.  But  many — the 
majority — of  our  lighter  plays  have  two  stories 
running  in  parallels,  in  order  to  afford  a 
sense  of  variety  to  the  spectators,  and,  if  they 
are  Americans,  frequently  to  offer  their 
amusement-loving  minds  a  cessation  of  strain 
by  passing  from  the  consideration  of  a  grave 
subject  to  a  gay  one. 

In  "Cabbages  and  Kings,"  however,  the  mo- 
tive balances  cleverly  between  grave  and  gay. 
Joseph  Medill  Patterson,  when  "The  Fourth 
Estate"  was  put  before  theatre-goers,  learned 
that  the  American  public  prefers  cheerfulness 
to  artistry,  and  he  was  obliged  to  reconsider 
its  tragic  ending  and  bring  things  around  to 
an  illogica'.ly  happy  conclusion.  "Cabbages 
and  Kings"  does  not  violate  any  existing  tra- 
ditions of  the  stage ;  which  is  to  say  that,  in 
spite  of  the  O.  Henry  authorship  back  of  it, 
in"  spite  of  the  collaboration  with  Hugh  Ford, 
it  is  not  by  any  means  as  fine  a  piece  of 
work  as  "The  Fourth  Estate."  Nor  does  it 
contain,  like  its  more  distinguished  prede- 
cessor, a  sufficiently  taut  and  abiding  thread 
of  interest.  But  it  has  so  many  good  points 
that  it  invites  its  author-adapters  to  do  fur- 
ther work  on  it,  with  the  well-founded  hope 
animating  them  of  eventually  making  a  hit 
with  Eastern  theatre-goers. 

The  play  had  a  favorable  reception  here  on 
Monday  night.  The  atmosphere  of  the  little 
imaginary  town  of  Anchuria  was  well  sug- 
gested. The  company  acquitted  itself  well. 
The  comedy  element  in  the  piece  was  suc- 
cessful. The  dramatic  incident  of  the  suicide 
in  the  first  act  was  sudden,  unexpected,  and 
impressive.  The  sentiment  also  seemed  to 
make  its  appeal,  unless  we  except  one  scene. 
And  more  than  all,  the  idea  of  the  homeless- 
ness  to  the  outsider,  the  foreignness,  the  racial 
unsympathy,  the  uninvitingness,  save  to  the 
globe-trotter,  of  a  little,  sun-scorched,  lazily 
grafting,  down-at-the-heels  tropic  town,  were 
very  successfully  conveyed. 

The  play  will  make  us  look  up  the  stories 
from  which  it  was  made.  And,  curiously 
enough,  though  I  have  seen  many  plays  which 
I  have  enjoyed  more  keenly  yet  promptly  for- 
got until  the  next  day  when  I  picked  up  my 
pen  to  review  them,  yet  there  is  a  haunting 
aftermath  to  this  suggestive  picture  of  the 
thief  and  the  embezzler,  living  in  dreary  ex- 
patriation on  his  boodle,  and  longing  for  the 
cheerful  activity  of  life  in  "God's  country." 

It  would  be  rather  difficult  to  point  out  in 
just  what  respect  the  play  is  lacking.  But  it 
seemed  to  me  that  the  central  threads  of  in- 
terest and  action  were  not  suitably  inter- 
twisted in  the  first  act.  The  preparatory 
scenes  preceding  the  suicide  were  atmospher- 
ically effective — I  speak,  too,  of  mental  as  well 
as  physical  atmosphere — but  the  interest  was 
not  really  keen  until  the  suicide.  And  even 
then  the  motive  for  Frank  Goodwin's  inter- 
ference were  not  made  perfectly  clear. 

In  the  second  act  we  made  a  discovery, 
namely,  that  neither  one  of  the  young  women 
protagonists  was  the  absorbing  figure  of  the 
play  ;  in  other  words,  the  interest  was  divided 
and  weakened.  This  is  the  inevitable  result, 
I  suppose,  of  the  merging  of  the  two  O. 
Henry  stories  into  one.  In  this  act  is  the 
scene  in  which  the  expatriated  pair,  who  have 
learned  to  love  each  other,  confess  their  re- 
spective crimes,  and  pledge  to  each  other  the 
love  and  life-companionship  that  must  of  ne- 
cessity be  somewhat  saddened  and  sobered  in 
this  tropic  exile. 

This  scene  is  the  one  that  preeminently  re- 
quires rewriting.  It  sounded  the  note  neither 
of  true  drama  nor  of  true  comedy.  The  au- 
dience took  it  as  the  latter,  in  perfectly  good 
part,  and  while  Mabel  Morrison  in  all  seri- 
ousness was  picturing  the  unhappiness,  the 
remorse,  and  the  subsequent  flight  of  the  un- 
loving wife,  interrupted  her  gayly  with  bursts 
of  what  they  regarded  as  perfectly  legitimate 
laughter.  To  Miss  Morrison's  credit,  be  it 
said,  she  gained  command  of  the  situation  and 
eventually  captured  the  sympathy  and  gravity 
of  the  audience,  but  this  diversity  of  atti- 
tude on  the  part  of  audience  and  player  make 
patent  the  essential  fault  in  the  author's 
presentation  of  the   scene- 


The  amusing  side  should  be  thoroughly  de- 
veloped later,  when  mutual  discovery  is  made 
of  the  guiltlessness  of  the  two  apparently 
guilty  ones ;  and  here,  also,  the  scene  was 
not  wholly  successful.  It  went  with  a  certain 
sense  of  mechanism,  as  if  Mr.  Patterson, 
whom  we  unconsciously  regard  as  the  play- 
wright-in-chief, had  said  to  himself,  "Au- 
diences like  this  sort  of  thing,  and  they  shall 
have  it."  But  Mr.  Patterson  himself  does 
not  like  that  sort  of  thing,  and  his  heart 
was  not  in  it. 

The  best  feature  of  the  play  is  the  picture 
it  presents  of  the  life  of  the  criminal  refugee 
in  a  tropical  country  free  of  extradition  laws  ; 
and  the  best  scene,  which  is  in  harmony  with 
this  feature,  is  the  closing  one.  The  love 
imbroglios  are  all  cleared  up  ;  the  detective's 
quest  is  successful,  and  the  happy  five,  with 
scarcely  a  backward  look  to  the  trio  of  exiled 
absconders,  hurry  off  to  embark  for  the  magic 
voyage  towards  home — that  wonderful  place 
whose  blessings  brighten  as  they  take  their 
flight.  The  trio,  with  the  sleepy,  heat- 
bleached  consul  for  companionship,  are  left 
to  the  contemplation  of  their  checked, 
crippled,  thwarted  lives.  They  are  Americans 
and  they  are  plucky,  even  in  defeat.  So,  after 
a  dreary  pause  of  fresh  loneliness,  they  take 
up  their  burden  with  the  best  cheer  they  can 
muster,  and  go  about  their  several  occupa- 
tions, but  the  impression  is  made,  and  does 
not  fade.  It  is  a  truly  artistic  ending,  and  I 
doubt  not  may  bring  to  pause  more  than  one 
intending  embezzler  who  is  too  young  as  yet 
to  know  how  to  twist  the  facile  law  to  his 
own  purpose  and  enjoy  his  boodle  and  a  com- 
plaisant immunity  simultaneously. 

The  character  played  by  Richard  Bennett  is 
that  of  Frank  Goodwin,  a  young  man  who  is 
manly  in  all  respects  save  one :  that  of  bear- 
ing in  self-sacrificing  spirit  the  stigma  and 
the  punishment,  of  a  crime  committed  by  his 
brother.  That  motive,  essentially  foolish,  and 
belonging  to  old-style  romanticism,  must  in 
time  fade  away  from  our  romances  and  plays. 
But  it  has  wonderful  vitality.  I  have  no 
patience  with  it,  nor  would  I  have,  in  life, 
with  the  man  who  practiced  such  foolishness. 
I  would  even  look  upon  him  with  suspicion 
as  a  weak,  impractical  being  who  badly  needed 
guidance.  The  obliging  fate  that  rules  in 
plays  kindly  cut  the  Gordian  knot  for  Frank 
Goodwin  by  killing  off  his  brother,  who  con- 
fesses before  he  dies.  But  he  would  have 
been  a  poor  thing  to  forfeit  home,  friends, 
his  native  land,  and  the  career  that  his  abili- 
ties entitled  him  to  for  a  weak  creature  who 
was  too  chicken-hearted  to  take  his  bitter 
medicine.  Fortunately,  this  side  of  the  char- 
acter was  not  kept  to  the  limelight,  but  a 
certain  direct  simplicity  of  thought  and 
action,  an  unpretentious  manliness,  made  the 
character  particularly  reconcilable  with  Mr. 
Bennett's   method   of  acting. 

Some  very  good  character  acting  was  done 
by  the  company  at  large,  whose  numerical 
strength  was  quite  heavily  taxed  in  repre- 
senting the  various  characters,  native  and 
foreign,  who  populated  the  tropic  berg  of  An- 
churia. Mr.  Ruggles  was  particularly  suc- 
cessful, making  himself  all  but  unrecogniz- 
able as  the  pompous  old  doctor  who  has  fled 
from  the  windy  city.  Mr.  Charles  Gunn  is 
not  solicitous  of  detail  and  forgets  to  qualify, 
with  a  tropic  languor  of  demeanor,  the  Amer- 
ican briskness  of  Dick  Merriman.  Beth  Tay- 
lor assumes  the  role  of  the  prettily  pathetic 
daughter  of  the  suicidal  absconder,  and  Mabel 
Morrison  bestows  an  interesting  exoticism  of 
appearance  upon  the  lady  who  supposes  her- 
self to  be  a  husband  poisoner. 

Several  swarthy,  gold-laced  brigands  of  the 
yellow  republic  of  Anchuria  lend  further  color 
to  the  already  thick  tropic  atmosphere  of  the 
town,  and  add  a  playful  bit  of  O.  Henry's 
familiar  burlesque  to  the  prevailing  comedy, 
deepened  by  a  background  of  genuine  drama, 
the  keynote  of  "Cabbages   and  Kings." 

In  fact,  in  spite  of  its  defects,  slightly  ob- 
scure and  hard  to  locate  on  account  of  its 
undisputable  merit,  but  there  all  the  same, 
since  the  play  is  deficient  in  sense  of  tension, 
or  thrill,  "Cabbages  and  Kings"  has  left  a 
vivid  impression  on  the  mind,  a  picture  of 
that  lonesome,  time-killing,  homeward-longing, 
exiled  life  in  Anchuria,  endured  with  a  cer- 
tain effect  of  the  national  buoyancy,  overlay- 
ing an  inward,  inextinguishable  homesickness, 
which  should  and  may  yet  serve  as  the  back- 
ground for  an  improved  and  stronger  play. 
Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Brandon  Tynan,  who  is  to  star  next  season 

in  "Queed,"  under  the  management  of  Cohan 

&    Harris,    has    disposed    of    his    latest    play, 

"The   Temptation    of   Anthony,"   to   James    K. 

Hackett,  who  will  not  only  produce  it  in   San 

Francisco,    following    "The    Grain    of    Dust," 

but    will    also    appear    in    it,    co-starring    with 

Mr.  Tynan,  who  comes  with  Mr.  Hackett  and 

his    company   direct   from   New   York   to    San 

Francisco. 

■*♦•- 

Ferris  Hartman,  Walter  de  Leon,  Muggins 
Davies,  and  Myrtle  Dingwall  are  appearing  at 
Idora  Park,  with  the  Hartman  Opera  Company. 


Motor  Parties 

will  find  Italian-Swiss  Colony  wines  served  at 
all  the  leading  summer  resorts  in  the  state. 
After  a  spin  through  the  dusty  country,  a 
bottle  of  Tipo  (red  or  white)  will  be  enjoyed,  * 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Musical  Comedy  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 
"Louisiana  Lou"  may  be  fairly  written  down 
as  materially  contributing  to  the  gayety  of 
nations  at  large,  and  this  community  in  par- 
ticular. It  is  on  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  for 
a  two  and  one-half  weeks'  run,  which  prom- 
ises much  enjoyment  to  theatre-goers  vexed 
with  the  eternal  feminine  and  the  price  she 
paid  either  for  being  too  good  or  reprehen- 
sibly  indiscreet.  "Louisiana  Lou"  is  a  sense 
if  not  a  sensuous  delight.  The  tired  business 
man,  his  domestic-problem-troubled  wife,  or 
the  suffragette,  does  not  have  to  needlessly 
force  the  brain  to  keep  track  of  things.  They 
just  happen  in  a  bewildering  array  of  alto- 
gether pleasing  song-and-dance  incidents.  No 
one  thinks  of  a  plot  in  the  musical  comedy, 
although  grave  assurances  are  given  of  its 
possession  of  one.  Barney  Bernard  and 
Sophie  Tucker  furnish  most  of  the  fun,  and 
there  is  much  of  it.  Bessie  de  Voie  and 
Eleanor  Henry  are  good  to  look  upon,  Robert 
O'Connor,  Helena  Salinger,  Harry  Hanlon, 
and  Mortimer  Weldon  frivol  amusingly.  And 
if  ever  a  chorus  deserved  medals  for  har- 
monies, efficiency,  nimble  agility,  clearness  of 
voice  and  freshness  of  beauty,  the  "Louisiana 
Lou"  girls  are  honor  due.  The  Columbia 
Theatre  is  to  be  congratulated  for  bringing 
the   company   here. 


At  the  Orpheum. 
David  Belasco's  magnificent  production  of 
his  own  play,  "Madame  Butterfly,"  will  be 
the  Orpheum  headline  attraction  next  week. 
The  impression  that  it  is  a  condensed  ver- 
sion has  become  current  and  is  erroneous. 
"Madame  Butterfly"  has  always  been  a  one- 
act  play  and  Mr.  Belasco's  present  presenta- 
tion is  exactly  the  same  as  when  the  piece 
was  used  originally  in  New  York  as  a  curtain 
raiser  for  "Naughty  Anthony."  In  a  fashion 
typical  of  Martin  Beck  the  production  will 
be  of  the  finest,  and  it  comes  from  the 
genius  of  David  Belasco.  Mr.  Belasco  has 
given  this  presentation,  the  first  he  has  ever 
made  for  vaudeville,  the  best  of  his  mastery 
of  stagecraft.  Clara  Blandick,  a  clever  and 
popular  young  actress,  has  been  selected  for 
the  part  of  Cho-Cho-San,  and  Earl  Ryder  will 
enact  the  role  of  Sharpless,  the  American  con- 
sul. The  others  of  the  company  are  George 
Wellington,  Edgar  Norton,  Frank  L.  Davis, 
Marie  Hudspeth,  Edith  Higgins,  Ynez  Sea- 
bury,  Forest  Seabury,  and  Arvid  Paulson. 
Hugo  Korach  will  be  the  musical  director,  and 
a  large  corps  of  stage  mechanics  and  elec- 
tricians accompany  the  production. 

Brown  and  Blyer,  who  come  next  week, 
have  contrived  an  act  which  has  the  merit  of 
being  entertaining  throughout.  There  is  some 
patter,  a  little  song,  a  bit  of  music,  and  a 
dance   step   or  two. 

A  trio  of  pretty,  vivacious,  and  symmetrical 
girls,  the  O'Meers  Sisters  and  Company,  will 
furnish  an  attractive  novelty  in  wire  per- 
formances. They  open  with  a  song,  they  flit 
about  the  wire,  and  conclude  with  a  Russian 
folk  song,  for  which  they  wear  a  picturesque 
and  correct  costume. 

Honors  and  Le  Prince,  a  team  of  French 
acrobats  and  recent  arrivals  from  Paris,  will 
make  their  first  appearance  in  this  city.  They 
are  superior  pantomimists  and  they  enliven 
their  acrobatic  feats  with   comedy. 

Ray  L.  Royce,  an  actor  of  exceptional  ver- 
satility and  an  extraordinary  gift  of  mimicry, 
well  and  favorably  known  here,  will  introduce 
his  sketches  of  eccentric  characters. 

Next  week  will  conclude  the  engagements 
of  Graham  Moffat's  Company  of  Scottish  play- 
ers in  Mr.  Moffat's  own  sketch,  "The  Con- 
cealed Bed" ;  the  Five  Piriscoffis,  and  also 
of  George  "Honey  Boy"  Evans,  the  minstrel 
monologist,  who  is  convulsing  the  audiences 
with  laughter  at  every  performance. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

Excellent  entertainment  is  provided  at  the 
Pantages  Theatre  this  week  and,  in  conse- 
quence, the  vaudeville  house  is  crowded  after- 
noons and  evenings  with  audiences  that  be- 
come enthusiastic  in  praise  of  "The  Five  Co- 
lumbians," as  the  Caro  Miller  family  is  called, 
in  their  singing  and  dancing  act;  Tallman,  in 
his  pool  performances  ;  the  Gordon  Highland- 
ers, in  their  musical  act ;  Lew  Pistel  and  O. 
H.  Cushing,  "the  stranded  minstrels,"  and 
the  many  other  features  of  the  bill. 

For  the  week  commencing  Sunday  after- 
noon AHck  Lauder,  brother  of  Harry  Lauder, 
has  been  secured  to  head  the  programme. 
Lauder  comes  direct  from  Australia,  where 
he  has  been  making  a  great  hit,  and  this,  his 
first  American  appearance,  is  looked  forward 
to  with  interest.  His  original  songs  and  char- 
acterizations are  said  to  be  wonderful  studies. 
Sig.  G.  Frizzo,  the  famous  quick-change 
artist  of  Rome,  will  present  his  transforma- 
tion sketch,  "Eldorado,"  in  which  he  imper- 
sonates nine  different  characters  and  gives  a 
complete  theatrical  entertainment.  Lordy's 
dog  actors  and  acrobats  will  appear  here  for 
the  first  time,  offering  their  skit,  "The  Bur- 
glar's Fate,"  elaborately  staged  and  acted  with 
canine  intelligence.  The  Marmeen  Four, 
clever  singers  and  instrumentalists,  including 
a  couple  of  pretty  girls,  will  offer  a  melange 
of  musical  oddities,  and  the  Lessos,  whose 
juggling  feats  have  won  them   fame  all  oyer 


the  world,  will  present  their  iginal  act 
Those  musically  inclined  will  experience  a 
treat  in  the  violin  playing  of  Henri  Kubelik, 
nephew  of  the  famous  Jan  Kubelik,  who  is 
now  making  his  first  American  vaudeville  tour. 
Kubelik's  tone  and  technic  are  said  to  be 
remarkable.  Jones  and  Mayo,  young  men 
whose  character  comedy  conversations  are 
said  to  be  unusually  clever  and  funny,  and 
Sunlight  pictures,  showing  the  latest  novelties 
in  the  motion  photographic  world,  will  com- 
plete the  bill.  

"Pinafore"  has  been  selected  as  the  opening 
bill  for  the  great  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  comic 
opera  festival  which  is  scheduled  to  begin  at 
the  Cort  Theatre  on  Sunday  night,  July  21. 
"Patience,"  "The  Mikado,"  and  "The  Pirates 
of  Penzance"  are  the  other  operas  that  will 
be  given  during  the  four  weeks'  engagement. 
The  Messrs.  Shubert  and  William  A.  Brady, 
producers,  will  send  the  original  New  York 
cast  from  the  Casino  direct  to  the  Cort  The- 
atre for  the  notable  season.  Following  is  the 
list  of  principals  that  will  interpret  the  ope- 
ratic masterpieces:  De  Wolf  Hopper,  Blanche 
Duffield,  Eugene  Cowles,  George  J.  MacFar- 
lane,  Kate  Condon.  Arthur  Aldridge,  Viola 
Gillette,  Arthur  Cunningham,  Alice  Brady,  and 
Louis  Berthel. 


The  Brazilian  government  is  erecting  a 
large  building  at  Rio  de  Janeiro  for  the  li- 
brary of  the  National  Institute  of  Music.  It 
will  be  one  of  the  largest  musical  libraries  in 
existence,  and  a  special  feature  will  be  dic- 
tionaries and  books  on  music  in  every  lan- 
guage. 


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a  one-act  play  by  David  Belasco.  based  on  John 
Luther  Long's  Japanese  story;  BROWN  and 
BLYER,  "Just  Entertainers";  O'MEERS  SIS- 
TERS and  Co..  3  Girls  on  the  Wire:  HONORS  & 
LE  PRINCE,  French  Pantomimic  Gymnasts;  RAY 
L.  ROYCE,  in  Eccentric  Character  Sk-ptches: 
KRAHAM  MOFFAT'S  SCOTTISH  PLAYERS; 
FIVE  PIROSCOFFIS:  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MO- 
TION PICTURES;  Last  Week— Great  Laughing 
Hit.  GEORGE  EVANS,  "The  Honey  Boy." 

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Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays) 
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Nightly,  including  Sundays,  Matinees   Wednes- 
days and  Saturdays.    For  Two  More  Weeks 
The  Great  La  Salle  Theatre  (Chicago)  Success 

LOUISIANA  LOU 

The  musical  comedy  with  real  fun  and  jingly 
music.  BARNEY  BERNARD.  SOPHIE  TUCKER 
and  others. 

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Evening  and  Saturday  matinee.  25c  to  $1.50. 

Coming— JAMES  K.  HACKETT  in  "The  Grain 
of  Dust." 


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INTERNATIONAL  ATTRACTIONS. 

ALICK  LAUDER,  brother  of  HARRY  LAUDER, 
in  Character  Songs  and  Studies;  FRIZZO, 
World's  Greatest  Quick-Change  Artist:  MAR- 
MEEN FOUR,  in  a  Melange  of  Musical  Oddities; 
LORDY'S  DOG  ACTORS  and  ACROBATS ; 
HEN  P.  I  KUP-EI.IK,  Distinguished  Hungarian 
Violinist:  THE  LESSOS,  Famous  Jugglers; 
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and  Sunlight  Pictures. 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  6,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Heaven  forbid  that  we  should  attempt  to 
interpret  the  Rev.  Dr.  Anna  Howard  Shaw, 
president  of  the  National  Woman  Suffrage 
Association.  Our  burdens  are  already  heavy* 
and  if  this  one  be  added  to  the  number  we 
shall  declare  for  the  eight-hour  law  or  even 
become  an  I.  W.  W.  and  do  no  work  at  all. 
But  it  is  evident  that  Dr.  Shaw  is  angry,  and 
when  a  woman  is  really  angry  she  sometimes 
verges  upon  the  illogical.  Did  you  ever  no- 
tice that? 

The  trouble  arose  in  this  way:  One  of 
those  bloated  monopolists  who  pay  most  of 
the  wages  of  the  country,  to-wit  the  Western 
Union  Telegraph  Company,  has  ordained  that 
its  young  women  employees  must  cover  cer- 
tain specified  areas  of  their  bodies  while  they 
are  at  work.  Sleeves  must  reach  to  the  el- 
bow, and  the  necks  of  their  dresses — well. 
there  must  be  necks  to  the  dresses,  and  they 
must  not  be  of  the  perforated,  chicken-wire 
variety  with  that  suggestion  of  pink  ribbon 
showing  through  the  fence  that  makes  us  feel 
giddy.  The  company  was  reasonably  afraid 
that  if  the  present  fashions  continued  its 
young  women  would  be  coming  out  of  their 
dresses. altogether,  and  it  is  rather  a  wonder 
that  they  stick  on  so  well  as  they  do. 

Of  course  Dr.  Shaw  has  to  bear  down  un- 
der full  sail  and  fire  a  broadside.  "The  style 
of  dress  affected  by  many  girls  who  work  in 
offices,"  she  says,  "justifies  the  Western 
Union's  attitude.  At  the  same  time  I  resent 
fiercely  that  men  should  take  it  upon  them- 
selves to  tell  us  women  how  to  dress."  Now 
if  Dr.  Shaw  will  moderate  her  transports  for 
just  one  little  moment,  if  she  will  let  us  get 
a  word  in  edgeways,  we  would  point  out 
humbly  and  grovelingly  that  men  have  not 
told  "us  women"  how  to  dress.  The  utmost 
that  the  wretches  have  done  is  to  implore 
women  at  least  to  dress  in  some  way,  to 
wear  something,  to  cover  the  usual  areas  with 
clothing  of  some  sort.  It  may  be  an  imperti- 
nence, and  it  is  easy  to  believe  that  women 
do  not  understand  male  modesty,  or  indeed 
modesty  of  any  kind,  but  this  thing  really  is 
due  to  modesty-  Why.  Dr.  Shaw  would  hardly 
believe  the  temptations  to  which  the  unpro- 
tected male  is  exposed  nowadays  and  how  dif- 
ficult he  finds  it  to  protect  bis  virtue.  But  it 
is  hard  that  he  should  be  abused  in  this  way 
merely  for  requesting  that  the  young  women 
who  work  for  him  should  throw  on  a  little 
clothing  before  they  come  to  business. 


Let  us  make  another  timid  suggestion  to 
Dr.  Shaw  while  we  are  about  it  The  West- 
ern Union  did  not  issue  any  orders  at  all  to 
"us  women."  All  it  did  was  to  stipulate  that 
the  women  who  graciously  take  its  wages  and 
who  condescend  to  work  in  its  offices  shall  put 
in  a  dressed  instead  of  an  undressed  appear- 
ance. After  office  hours  they  may  come  as 
near  to  nudity  as  the  police  will  allow.  It  is 
a  mere  matter  of  office  rules.  Xow  we  do 
not  know  if  Dr.  Shaw  keeps  a  butler  or  a 
chauffeur.  Some  good  women  do.  Let  us  as- 
sume that  Dr.  Shaw  does.  Would  she  allow 
that  butler  or  that  chauffeur  to  make  a  public 
appearance  in  pajamas,  or  bare  feet,  or  a 
bathing  suit  ?  Would  she  allow  him  to  wear 
a  peek-a-boo  waist?  And  would  her  objec- 
tions be  classed  as  an  outrage  to  "us  men"  ? 

Moreover,  if  Dr.  Shaw  considers  that  the 
Western  Union  were  justified  in  what  they 
did,  why  does  she  "fiercely  resent"  it?  That 
it  is  entirely  the  fault  of  men  that  girls  wear 
these  "silly  low-necked  blouses  and  other  in- 
appropriate things"  is  of  course  obvious,  from 
the  point  of  view  of  the  militant  woman,  only 
men  use  somewhat  stronger  words  than  "silly" 
and  "inappropriate."  These  are  the  girls, 
adds  Dr.  Shaw,  "who  get  the  most  invitations 
ito  dinners  and  theatres  and  the  most  mar- 
riage proposals.  It  is  an  outrage."  So  it 
seems  that  the  Western  Union  did  quite  right 
in  asking  the  girls  to  dress  themselves  after 
they  get  out  of  bed,  that  the  Western  Union 
had  no  right  to  ask  the  girls  to  dress  them- 
selves, and  that  it  is  entirely  the  fault  of  men 
that  the  girls  do  not  dress  themselves.  Well. 
we  will  try  to  do  better  in  the  future.  We 
really  will.  A  flash  of  brilliant  and  scintil- 
lating silence  from  Dr.  Shaw  will  be  our  re- 
ward. 


'  A  poor  wayfarer  lifts  up  his  voice  in  the 
Xew  York  Sun  upon  the  subject  of  pajamas. 
■Why,  he  asks,  can  not  the  trousers  be  bought 
independently  of  the  coat?  Why  this  insep- 
arability between  the  two  portions  of  the 
:  night  suit?  Why  may  we  not  buy  one 
without  the  other?  In  his  own  case  he  finds 
that  the  trousers  bag  at  the  knees,  or  become 
otherwise  unsightly,  while  the  coat  is  stiH 
presentable.  But  the  whole  suit  must  be 
thrown  away  because  of  a  defect  in  the  nether 
garment  only.  And  yet  we  call  this  a  free 
country. 

And  so  we  are  brought  face  to  face  with 
yet  another  of  the  sorrows  and  perplexities 
of  life.  This  poor  overburdened  soul  has  been 
suffering  in  silence  for  who  knows  how  long, 
and  now  he  sheds  a  tear  upon  the  bosom  of 
the  Sun  an*  prays  for  relief.  Will  no  pajama- 
maker  come  to  his  aid  and  announce  the  sale 
of  trousers  without  coats?  He  will  make 
his  fortune,  says  the  sufferer,  for  "he  will 
get  my  t  ade  to  start  with." 

Of  cou  -e  a  reply  appeared  within  a  couple 
.  a  -old,  unfeeling  reply  of  the  "serves 


you  right"  kind.  Why  wear  pajamas?  asks 
this  critic.  They  are  unmanly,  un-American, 
unconstitutional.  Xo  great  man  ever  wore 
pajamas.  Fat  men  can  not  keep  their  trousers 
in  position  without  undue  constriction  of  the 
equatorial  region,  and  thin  men  suffer  even 
more.  Wear  a  nightshirt,  a  fresh,  wholesome, 
inviting,  healthful,  comfortable,  convenient, 
natural,  soothing,  and  soporific  nightshirt  and 
defy  the  pajama-maker  and  all  his  wares. 


The  Milwaukee  physicians  are  preparing  a 
bill  to  be  submitted  to  the  legislature  for  the 
suppression  of  kissing.  They  say  it  is  a  blot 
on  civilization.  They  say  it  is  a  menace  to 
health.  They  say  it  is  an  outrage  upon  de- 
cency. They  say  that  we  should  rub  noses  or 
foreheads,  but  never  kiss. 

Oh,  what  twin-screw,  boiler-plated,  double- 
expansion  asses.  If  some  one  would  only  in- 
troduce a  bill  to  abolish  the  Milwaukee  doc- 
tors it  would  probably  be  a  good  thing  for 
the  health  and  sanity  of  the  city.  Milwaukee 
could  get  along  very  well  without  her  doctors, 
but  not  without  kissing.  And  the  mere  idea 
of  having  to  rub  noses  with  a  citizen  of  Mil- 
waukee would  be  equivalent  to  a  quarantine 
upon  that  gay  city. 

In  referring  to  kissing  we  mean,  of  course, 
the  kissing  of  women  by  men  and  vice  versa. 
If  the  Milwaukee  physicians  can  prohibit  the 
kissing  of  women  by  women  they  shall  be  re- 
prieved. It  ought  to  be  an  indictable  offense, 
and  women  would  be  the  first  to  make  it  so. 
The  woman  who  uses  powder  or  paint — and 
all  nice  women  use  one  or  the  other — feels 
that  the  possible  kiss  from  a  female  friend  is 
one  of  the  menaces  of  her  day.  She  watches 
warily  for  the  premonitory  symptoms,  she  en- 
trenches herself  behind  a  mental  hedge  of 
bayonets,  and  if  she  is  compelled  to  submit 
she  does  so  with  an  impotent  rage  all  the 
more  deadly  for  the  placid  exterior  behind 
which   it  boils. 

The  ancient  Romans  knew  a  good  deal 
about  kissing.  They  catalogued  and  classified 
the  kiss  and  provided  each  variety  with  its 
appropriate  name.  There  was  the  osculum, 
which  was  the  mark  of  friendship,  and  the 
basium,  which  implied  affection.  These  were 
bestowed  upon  the  forehead  or  cheeks,  but 
the  suavium  was  the  kiss  of  love,  and  for  this 
the  lips  were  reserved.  Personally  we  rather 
favor  the  suavium.  It  is  the  other  varieties 
that  ought  to  be  suppressed.  The  conventional 
kiss  of  friendship  is  simply  an  assault,  hated 
alike  by  the  giver  and  the  givee.  We  find  it 
in  its  most  detestable  form  among  women, 
and  it  might  not  be  a  bad  plan  if  women's 
conventions  and  the  like  would  make  a  pre- 
liminary ruling  that  there  must  be  no  kissing. 


Can  a  waiter  be  a  gentleman  ?  The  point 
is  being  discussed  just  now  as  a  sort  of  off- 
shoot to  the  waiters'  strike  in  Xew  York.  It 
seems  to  be  the  general  impression  that  a 
waiter  can  be  a  gentleman  if  he  will  only 
refrain  from  taking  tips,  and  as  no  waiter 
was  ever  yet  born  who  would  not  take  a  tip 
we  may  draw  our  own  conclusions.  To  take 
a  tip  is  to  be  servile,  to  be  menial.  A  gentle- 
man can  not  take  a  tip. 

But  is  it  possible  that  our  money  mania 
is  throwing  a  sort  of  halo  of  sanctity  about 
even  the  tip  ?  It  would  seem  so  from  a  letter 
appearing  in  the  New  York  Evening  Post. 
The  writer  says  that  the  sons  and  daughters 
of  good  families  in  the  New  England  States 
think  it  in  no  way  derogatory  to  accept  posi- 
tions as  waiters  in  the  summer  hotels  and  that 
they  not  only  take  tips,  but  enforce  them. 
These  young  people  come  to  Southern  Cali- 
fornia for  the  season,  and  they  consider  that 
their  regular  pay  is  only  -a  small  part  of  their 
legitimate  emoluments.  Here  is  a  conversa- 
tion overheard  by  the  writer  of  the  letter  in 
the  Evening  Post: 

Daughter  of  House  to  City  Boarder  (early  in 
the  season) — Ethel  B.  got  home  this  afternoon 
from  Pasadena — she's  been  a  waiter  there  all 
winter.  Didn't  you  meet  her  just  across  the 
street? 

"That  pretty,  tall  girl,  in  navy  blue?"" 
"Yes;  isn't  she  lovely?  She's  had  the  grand 
time!  Went  and  returned  with  a  party  of  forty — 
there  were  150  girls,  but  they  went  in  three  par- 
ties; everything  was  done  by  the  hotel  manager 
to  make  them  enjoy  the  trips.  And  out  there  in 
Pasadena  they  don't  have  bard  work — hours  every 
day  for  sitting  around  on  verandas — and  they  are 
paid  fine,  but  they  can  earn  even  more  by  tips." 
"Tips?  Does  Ethel  B.  take  tips?" 
"Yes.  indeed.  Why,  she  wouldn't  go  if  she 
didn't.  The  girls  get  big  tips  and  lots  of  them. 
Humph,  they  make  the  people  who  don't  give  big 
tips  have  a  hard  time — guess  they  do '.  Those 
people  can  suffer.  I  want  to  go  next  winter,  but 
I  don't  believe  mama  '11  let  me.  Anyway,  I  want 
to  do  waiting  at  Lake  Sunapee  this  summer — get 
3  lot  in  tips  there." 

Perhaps  the  end  justifies  the  means.  Money. 
of  course,  must  be  obtained  in  some  way.  de- 
cently if  possible,  indecently  if  necessary- 
But  get  the  money.  The  girl  of  good  family 
who  will  take  tips  from  hotel  guests  in  order 
to  supply  herself  with  pocket  money  and  have 
a  good  time  seems  to  have  started  on  the 
broad  road.  What  else  may  she  not  be  doing 
later  on  and  under  the  temptation  of  still 
larger  tips  ? 

A  correspondent  of  a  Texas  newspaper  who 
has  been  taking  his  walks  abroad  has  some- 
thing interesting  to  tell  us  about  the  Rijks 
Museum  in  Amsterdam.     As  is  usual  at  such 


institutions  a  book  is  kept  in  which  distin- 
guished visitors  are  invited  to  sign  their 
names.  In  view  of  the  presidential  struggle 
in  America  it  occurred  to  the  curator  that 
tourists  and  others  would  be  interested  ir, 
seeing  the  page  which  Mr.  Roosevelt  had 
decorated  with  his  signature.  So  the  volume 
has  been  hunted  up  and  displayed  in  a  glass 
case.  There  must  surely  have  been  a  touch 
of  malice  in  the  mind  of  the  curator,  for  this 
is  what  the  curious  are  invited  to  see: 

Wilhelm,  I.   R.     December  13,   1907. 

Theodore  Roosevelt.     May  1,    1910. 

Oscar,    Prinz    von    Preussen.     May   27,    1909. 

Xow  at  a  casual  glance  you  would  think 
that  Mr.  Roosevelt  happened  to  be  strolling 
around  with  his  friends  the  German  emperor 
and  Prince  Oscar  and  that  all  three  wrote 
their  names  in  the  visitors'  book.  Now, 
wouldn't  you?  Of  course  there  is  no  reason 
why  this  very  thing  should  not  have  hap- 
pened. Mr.  Roosevelt  and  the  German  em- 
peror have  much  in  common  and  there  mighi 
have  been  profit  in  a  mutual  exchange  of 
opinions  on  the  subjugation  of  electorates, 
the  divine  right  of  rulers,  and  other  such 
topics  of  common  interest.  But  as  a  matter 
of  fact  this  is  not  what  did  happen.  Observe 
carefully  the  dates.  You  will  note  that  the 
German  emperor  signed  his  name  in  1907. 
Prince  Oscar  turned  up  in  1909  and  placed 
bis  name  under  that  of  his  father,  that  is  to 
say  upon  the  next,  blank  line,  just  the  same 
as  any  other  good  Christian  man  would  have 
done.  Then  came  Mr.  Roosevelt  a  year  later 
— and  inserted  his  name  between  those  of  the 
two   royalties. 

It  is  to  be  hoped  that  the  proposed  ordi- 
nance against  the  hatpin  will  be  pushed  to 
accomplishment  in  spite  of  the  laughter  of 
those  who  say  that  it  is  not  a  fit  subject  for 


law-making.  Certainly  it  would  not  be  a 
fit  subject  for  law-making  if  women  could  be 
reached  or  influenced  in  any  other  way,  but 
there  is  no  other  way.  Remonstrances,  rep- 
resentations, persuasions  might  as  well  be 
addressed  to  a  brick  wall,  as  a  glance  at  any 
assemblage  of  women  will  show.  Of  course 
it  is  very  gratifying  to  observe  how  the 
gentle  and  public-spirited  sex  will  meet  all 
over  the  country  in  conventions  for  the  regu- 
lation of  the  solar  system  and  for  the  instant 
improvement  of  the  human  race,  but  we  should 
believe  more  fervently  in  these  movements 
for  the  good,  the  true,  and  the  beautiful  if 
only  there  were  fewer  and  less  extensive  hat- 
pins. It  really  seems  to  be  a  case  for  the 
law,  just  as  the  law  "had  to  be  invoked  to 
compel  women  to  remove  their  hats  in  the 
theatre.     Nothing  else  would  do  it. 


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Associated  Savings  Banks  of 

San  Francisco 


THE  GERMAN  SAYINGS  AND  LOAN  SO- 
CIETY (the  German  Bank),  526  California 
Street;  Mission  Branch,  2572  Mission  Street, 
near  Twenty-Second;  Richmond  District  Branch, 
601  Clement  Street,  corner  Seventh  Avenue; 
Haight  Street  Branch,  1456  Haight  Street,  be- 
tween Masonic  and  Asbbury. — For  the  half- 
year  ending  June  30,  1912,  a  dividend  has 
been  declared  at  the  rate  of  four  (4)  per  cent 
per  annum  on  all  deposits,  free  of  taxes,  pay- 
able on  and  after  Monday,  July  1,  1912.  Divi- 
dends not  called  for  are  added  to  the  deposit 
account  and  earn  dividends  from  Julv  1,  1912. 
GEORGE  TOURNY,  Manager. 


HUMBOLDT  SAYINGS  BANK,  783  Market 
Street,  near  Fourth. — For  the  half-year  ending 
June  30,  1912,  a  dividend  has  been  declared  at 
the  rate  of  four  (4)  per  cent  per  annum  on 
all  savings  deposits,  free  of  taxes,  payable  on 
and  after  Monday,  July  1,  1912.  Dividends  not 
ca;ied  for  are  added  to  and  bear  the  same 
rate  of  interest  as  the  principal  from  July  1, 
1912.  H.   C.    KLEYESAHL,    Cashier. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


A  young  woman  went  to  a  grocery  store 
and  asked  the  polite  clerk  if  he  had  some 
good  cheese.  "Yes,  indeed,"  he  replied,  "I 
have  some  lovely  cheese."  "It  is  not  correct 
to  call  cheese  'lovely/ "  she  said.  "How  is 
that?"  he  inquired.  "Because  'lovely'  should 
be  used  to  qualify  only  something  that  is 
alive."  "Well,"  retorted  the  clerk,  "I'll  stick 
to  'lovely.' " 

A  young  wife  was  in  tears,  a  few  mornings 
ago,  when  her  mother  called.  When  asked 
what  was  the  matter  she  replied  that  her 
husband  was  out  late  the  night  before  and 
had  been  to  a  drinking  party.  "What  makes 
you  think  he  had  been  to  a  drinking  party?" 
asked  the  mother.  "He  came  home."  sobbed 
the  young  wife,  "wearing  a  phonograph  horn 
for  a  hat." 


A  fracture  of  the  law  need  not  prove  a 
permanent  injury  under  skillful  treatment.  To 
prove  this  statement  there  is  a  story  of  James 
Fernan,  who  met  Thomas  Shaney  in  the  town 
square.  "Pete's  been  sent  up  for  horse- 
stealing," announced  James.  "Horse-stealing  !" 
snorted  Thomas.  "The  blockhead — why 
didn't  he  buy  the  beast  and  not  pay  for  it 
like   any   other  gentleman  ?" 

Chairman  H.  S.  New,  of  the  sub-committee 
on  arrangements,  said  at  a  dinner  at  the 
Auditorium,  in  Chicago,  apropos  of  a  state 
that  had  evinced  great  faith  in  Colonel  Roose- 
velt:  "Their  boundless  faith  reminds  me  of 
a  little  boy  whose  father  showed  him,  through 
a  fragment  of  smoked  glass,  an  eclipse  of 
the  sun.  When  the  eclipse  was  over,  the 
youngster  said  eagerly  :  'Do  it  aden,  daddy ! 
Do  it  aden  !'  " 


A  temperance  lecturer  displayed  to  his  au- 
dience two  geraniums.  The  first,  watered  in 
the  usual  way,  was  a  beautiful  and  vigorous 
plant.  But  the  other  had  been  dosed  with  al- 
cohol, and  its  foliage  was  shriveled  and 
sparse,  its  stem  twisted,  and  its  vitality  de- 
cayed. "Now,  ladies  and  gentlemen,"  cried 
the  lecturer,  "what  can  you  say  to  a  demon- 
stration such  as  this?"  "It's  all  right,  and  if 
I  were  a  geranium,"  said  a  shabby  man  in 
the  gallery,  "I'd  stick  to  water  exclusively, 
but  I  am  not  a  geranium." 


James  Oliver  Curwood,  the  novelist,  tells 
of  a  recent  encounter  with  the  law.  The 
value  of  a  short  story  he  was  writing  de- 
pended upon  a  certain  legal  situation  which 
he  found  difficult  to  manage.  Going  to  a 
lawyer  of  his  acquaintance,  he  told  him  the 
plot  and  was  shown  a  way  to  the  desired  end. 
"You've  saved  me  just  $400 !"  he  exclaimed 
enthusiastically,  "for  that's  what  I  am  going 
to  get  for  this  story."  A  week  later  he  re- 
ceived a  bill  from  the  lawyer,  as  follows : 
"For  literary  advice,  $100."     He  paid. 


William  Phillips,  our  secretary  of  embassy 
at  London,  tells  of  an  American  officer  who, 
by  the  kind  permission  of  the  British  govern- 
ment, was  once  enabled  to  make  a  week's 
cruise  on  one  of  his  majesty's  battleships. 
Among  other  things  that  impressed  the  Amer- 
ican was  the  vessel's  Sunday  morning  service. 
It  was  very  well  attended,  every  sailor  not  on 
duty  being  there.  At  the  conclusion  of  the 
service  the  American  chanced  to  ask  one  of 
the  jackies  :  "Are  you  obliged  to  attend  these 
Sunday  morning  services?"  "Not  exactly 
obliged  to,  sir,"  replied  the  sailor-man,  "but 
our  grog  would  be  stopped  if  we  didn't,  sir." 


At  the  meeting  of  the  Illinois  Bar  Associa- 
tion Judge  Theodore  Brentano  told  of  a  case 
tried  before  him  several  years  ago  at  which 
the  late  Jim  Evans,  a  widely  known  and  uni- 
versally liked  newspaper  writer,  was  a  wit- 
ness. Evans  had  given  important  evidence 
and  the  opposing  attorney  was  doing  his  best 
to  shake  his  testimony.  He  had  made  Evans 
go  back  over  his  past  life  and  was  questioning 
him  regarding  the  different  positions  he  had 
held.  Jim  was  telling  of  a  period  of  his 
early  newspaper  days  when  he  had  held  many 
places  and  none  for  long.  "Then  where  did 
you  go  ?"  thundered  the  lawyer  after  Evans 
had  told  of  working  a  few  days  in  the  South- 
west. "To  Dallas,  Texas.  Worked  two 
weeks,"  replied  Evans.  "Why  did  you 
change  ?"  asked  the  lawyer.  "My  boss  and 
I  could  not  agree  upon  a  question  of  national 
policy,"  was  the  answer.  "Then  where  did 
you  go?"     "To  New  Orleans.     Left  there  in 


a  week."  "And  what  was  the  reason  this 
time?"  from  the  attorney.  "Same  thing,"  an- 
swered Evans  with  a  smile.  "The  proprietor 
and  I  found  that  we  did  not  agree  upon  a 
political  question  of  national  importance." 
The  same  answer  was  given  as  Evans  told  of 
numerous  other  places  he  had  taken  and  given 
up.  The  attorney  finally  gave  up  his  attempt 
to  break  down  Evans  with  the  remark  :  "You 
must  be  a  hard  man  to  get  along  with  if  you 
have  such  set  political  ideas."  A  few  days 
after  the  case  had  been  decided  Judge  Bren- 
tano met  Evans  on  the  street.  "Say,  Jim," 
he  asked,  "what  was  that  question  of  na- 
tional importance  that  cost  you  so  many  jobs? 
What  did  you  and  your  bosses  disagree  over?" 
"Prohibition,"   answered    Evans   with   a   smile. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


The  Only  'Way. 
If    he   comes    to   borrow    ten, 

I   am  out. 
Tell   him,    office   boy,    again, 

I   am  out. 
It's  the   only  way  to   win, 
Or  to  save  my  hard-earned  tin, 
For  if  he  should  find  me  in, 

I   am  out. 

— Lippincott's   Magazine. 


A  Good  Memory. 
I    remember,    I    remember 

The  flat  where  I  was  born; 
Where   bill    collectors   came  around 

From  the  first  peep  of  morn. 
The  landlord  was  a  funny  man; 

He  used  to   want  his  pay, 
And  so  when  I  was  three  months  old 

We   had  to   move  away. 

— Pittsburg  Post. 


Righteous  Punishment. 
In  hell  there  is  an  awful  spot 

Whose  woe  we  can  ne'er  be  told; 
While   other   parts   are   boiling   hot 

This  spot   is   freezing  cold. 

There    hapless,    naked    wretches    are 

Condemned   to    sit  on    ice, 
While   wind    and    sleet   drive   down   the  street. 

Like  cruel   knives   that  slice 

The  very  hair  from  off  their  heads, 

And    nip   their    frosted   ears; 
They  writhe  upon  their  icy  beds, 

And  weep  big,    frozen  tears. 

Go   ask  the  devil  who  they   are 

Who    freeze    forevermore. 
"On  earth  they  left  the  trolley  car 

And   didn't  shut  the  door!" 

— Milwaukee   Daily    News. 


The  Scientists. 
Professor     Amariah    Tibbs     was    all     unknown     to 

fame 
Until    one    day    he    set    about    to    make    himself    a 

name. 
He  got  out  bis  old  telescope  and  aimed  it  at  the 

stars 
And  much   to   his  surprise  he   found  a  brand  new 

wart  on  Mars. 
No  one  had  seen  the  thing  before,  it  was  a  famous 

find; 
The   whole   world   paid   its  tribute  to    his  scientific 

mind. 
Professor   Tibbs'   discovery   created   such    a  stir 
A  lecture  bureau  signed  him  at  one  hundred  dollars 

per. 

Professor  James  TerwilHnger  long  occupied  a 
chair; 

The  one-horse  college  salary  gave  him  no  cash 
to  spare. 

The  future  seemed  quite  hopeless  to  the  scientist 
until 

One  day  he  found  some  microbes  on  an  old  one- 
dollar  bill. 

Of  course  the  papers  got  the  news  and  spread  it 
far  and  wide, 

And  much  learned  comment  editorial  beside. 

He  trained  a  troupe  of  these  microbes  and  put 
them   on    the    stage. 

And  now  in  high-priced  vaudeville  he  is  the  cur- 
rent  rage. 

Professor  Alexander  Butts  knew  not  the  spot- 
light's   glare. 

It  sometimes  struck  the  faculty,  but  not  his 
humble    chair. 

One  day  he  wrote  a  treatise  on  "What  Modern 
Dramas  Mean." 

A  circus  was  the  only  show  that  he  had  ever 
seen. 

The  "Modern  Drama"  stuff  went  great  and  he 
was   in    demand. 

He  spoke  before  the  woman's  clubs  through  the 
entire  land. 

He's  quoted  as  authority  and  worshiped  from 
afar, 

And  when  he  travels  now  it's  in  a  handsome  pri- 
vate car.                       — Technological  Journal. 
-*•■» 

Mr.  Cliff 'e — By  George  !  When  we  get  into 
our  suburban  home  I'm  going  to  grow  lilacs. 
Mrs.  CUffe — Don't  do  it,  Henry.  I  like  you 
much  better  smooth  shaved. — New  York  Globe. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  6,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 

Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle    of   the   social   happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of   San    Francisco    will   be   found   in 
the  following  department : 

From  St.  Louis,  Missouri,  comes  the  announce- 
ment of  the  engagement  of  the  Reverend  Henry 
Watson  Mizner  to  Miss  Eleanor  Postlethwaite. 
Mr.  Mizner  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Lansing  B.  Mizner 
and  the  late  Mr.  Lansing  B.  Mizner,  formerly  of 
Benicia,  and  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Horace  Blanchard 
Chase  and  the  Messrs.  Lansing,  Edgar,  Addison, 
Wilson  Mizner,   and   Dr.   William  Mizner. 

Mrs,  W.  A  Gill  of  Washington,  D.  C,  wife  of 
Commander  W.  A  Gill,  U.  S.  N.,  has  announced 
the  engagement  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Grassie 
Bulkley,  to  Mr.  Bayard  Hyde-Smith.  Mr.  Hyde- 
Smith,  who  now  resides  in  Honolulu,  is  the  son  of 
Mrs.  Eleanor  Hyde-Smith,  and  a  brother  of  Mrs. 
Baldwin  Wood  of  this  city  and  Mrs.  Harold  Dil- 
lingham of  Honolulu.  His  aunts  are  Mrs.  Camillo 
Martin,  Mrs.  Alexander  Garceau,  and  Miss  Mary 
Hyde  of  this  city. 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Juliet  Borden  of  Los  Angeles  and  Lieutenant  Hall 
Mayneld,  U.  S.  X. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Janet  Wood  and  Captain 
Henry  C.  Pillsbury,  U.  S.  A,  took  place  June  5 
at  Jefferson  Barracks,  Missouri.  Mrs.  Pillsbury 
is  the  daughter  of  Colonel  William  T.  Wood,  U. 
S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Wood.  Captain  Pillsbury  is  a 
brother  of  Captain  George  B.  Pillsbury.  who  mar- 
ried Miss  Bertha  Sidney-Smith  of  this  city. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Inger  Aune  and  Mr.  John 
Allen  Partington  will  take  place  July  10  at  the 
home  on  Waller  Street  of  Miss  Aune's  parents, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pedar  Aune.  Mr.  Partington  is  the 
son  of  the  l2te  Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  H.  Partington 
and  a  brother  of  the  Misses  Phyllis,  Gertrude,  and 
Blanche  Partington,  and  Mr.  Richard  Langtry  Par- 
tington   of    Piedmont. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  L.  Cadwalader  entertained 
at  a  dinner  Tuesday  evening  in  honor  of  the 
birthday  anniversary  of  Mrs.  Ettore  Avenali. 

The  Misses  Janet  and  Edith  von  Schroder  gave 
a  house  party  over  the  Fourth  and  entertained 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin,  the  Misses  Merritt 
Reid,  Martha  Foster,  and  Isabel  Donahue,  and  the 
Messrs-  Felton  Elkins,  Leonard  Abbott,  and  Wil- 
liam Lawrence  Poole. 

Miss  Kate  Towle  was  hostess  at  a  bridge-tea 
at  her  home  in  San  Rafael. 

Mrs.  George  A  Moore  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  an  informal  luncheon  at  her  home 
in   Ross. 

The  Misses  Alice  and  Olga  Meyer  were  hostesses 
at  a  luncheon  at  their  home  in  Menlo  Park,  com- 
plimentary to  Mrs.   Frank  Somers. 

Mrs.  Richard  Derby  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Walton 
Hedges  of  Santa  Barbara. 

Mrs.  Walton  Hedges  was  hostess  at  a  dinner 
at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel  in  honor  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  George  Carr.  Mrs.  Hedges  and  her  guests 
later  attended  the  theatre. 

The  members  of  the  Lagunitas  Club  in  Ross 
entertained  a  large  number  of  guests  last  week 
at  a  bridge-tea. 

A  dinner-dance  was  given  Thursday  evening  at 
the  Burlingame  Country  Club  by  the  members  who 
entertained  house  parties  over  the  Fourth,  A  golf 
tournament  was  played  during  the  day,  the  con- 
testants competing  for  the  cup  donated  by  Mrs. 
George  A  Pope. 

The  members  of  the  Marin  County  Country  Club 
gave  a  dinner-dance  and  barbecue  Thursday  even- 
ing in  San  Rafael. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  at  a  tea  at 
her  home  on  Broadway,  complimentary  to  Bar- 
oness Bertha  von    Suttner  of  Vienna. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Clarence  Breeden  gave  a 
dinner-dance  Tuesday  evening  at  the  Burlingame 
Country  Club  and  entertained  eighty  guests. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Morrow  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Arabella  Morrow,  were  hostesses  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  the  Town  and  Country  Club  in  honor  of 
Miss  Juliet  Borden  and  Miss  Virginia  Walsh  of 
Los   Angeles. 

Major  Kinsey  Hampton,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Hampton  entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a 
dinner  at  their  home  in  the  Presidio. 


Movements  and  "Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to   and   from   this   city   and   Coast   and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mrs.  Charles  Parmelee  Eells  and  her  daughter, 
Mrs.  John  Babcock,  have  returned  from  Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Rollo  Peters  are  occu- 
pying their  cottage  at  Greenbrae. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence  W.  Harris  (formerly 
Miss  Lucie  King)  have  bought  a  house  on  Wash- 
ington Street  near  Walnut  Street  and  are  moving 
from  Devisadero  Street,  where  they  have  resided 
for  the  past  three  years. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Wallace  Mien,  Miss  Dor- 
othy Williams,  and  the  Messrs.  Gardner  Williams 
and  Alpheus  Williams  left  Tuesday   for  Monterey. 

Mr.   and   Mrs.    Dixwell   Hewitt    will   return   next 


week   from   Europe,   where  they   have  been   travel- 
ing   during    the    past    four    months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Sutro  left  last  Friday  in 
their  automobile  for  a  visit  to  Lake  Taboe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Cleveland  Forbes  have  returned 
to  their  home  at  the  La  Fayette  apartments  from 
a  six    weeks'   trip   to   the  East. 

Mr.  Henry  T.  Scott  spent  the  week-end  at  the 
Country  Club  on  the  McCloud  River  and  had  as 
his  guests  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ernest  Oliver  McCormick. 
Mrs.  Randell  Hunt  is  visiting  her  son-in-law  and 
daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Baker,  in  San 
Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Volkman,  Miss  Johanna 
Volkman,  and  Mr.  Daniel  Volkman  left  Monday 
in  their  automobile  for  the  Yosemite  Valley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  D.  Spreckels  left  last  week 
in  their  yacht  for  Alaska.  They  were  accompa- 
nied by  Mrs.  Horace  Wilson,  Mrs.  Samuel  Knight, 
and   Mr.  J.   C.  Augsbury. 

Mr.  Tames  Otis  and  his  daughters,  the  Misses 
Cora  and  Frederika  Otis,  are  expected  home 
shortly  from  New  York,  where  they  arrived  last 
week   from   Panama. 

Mrs.  William  Renwick  Smedberg,  accompanied 
by  her  daughter,  Miss  Cora  Smedberg,  and  her 
granddaughter,  Miss  Frances  Mclvor,  left  Satur- 
day  for  Miramar  to  remain  during  July. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  S.  L.  Abbott  spent  the  week-end 
with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  Pease  at  their  country 
home,    Oakden,   near   Redwood   City. 

Dr.  George  Lyman  and  Mrs.  Lyman  (formerly 
Miss  Dorothy  Van  Sicklen)  will  spend  the  next 
few  weeks  in  Dresden  and  will  return  home  in 
August. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  S.  Tubbs  have  returned 
from  their  ranch  in  Colusa  and  will  spend  the 
next  few  weeks  in  Monterey. 

Mrs.  Laura  Roe  and  her  sister,  Miss  Clara 
Rice,  have  returned  from  the  East  and  have  gone 
to  the   Yosemite  Valley  for  an   indefinite  stay. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Gill  and  Miss  Helen  Glenn 
spent  the  Fourth  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William 
Geer  Hitchcock  in  San  Mateo. 

Dr.  Richard  Cabot  and  Mrs.  Cabot  will  arrive 
next  week  from  Boston  and  will  spend  several 
weeks  at  Lake  Tahoe,  where  they  will  visit  Dr. 
Philip  King  Brown  and  Mrs.  Brown. 

Mrs.  John  D.  Tallant,  who  returned  to  New 
York  after  a  visit  in  this  city  with  her  mother, 
Mrs.  Selden  S.  Wright,  sailed  June  29  for  San- 
tiago, Chile,  where  her  son,  Mr.  John  Tallant, 
will  reside  for  the  next  three  years. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Hayes  Smith  have  been 
spending  the  past  week  in  Monterey. 

Miss  Cora  de  Marville,  who  is  now  in  Ger- 
many, will  return  July  15  to  her  home  in  Paris. 
She  will  spend  the  month  of  August  at  the  sea- 
shore in  Brittany. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  H.  Clark  arrived  Thurs- 
day from  New  York  and  are  visiting  Mrs.  Hearst 
at  her  home  in  Pleasanton.  Among  Mrs.  Hearst's 
guests  over  the  Fourth  were  Dr.  Joseph  M.  Flint 
and  Mrs.  Flint  of  New  Haven  (formerly  Miss 
Anne  Apperson),  and  Miss  Conchita  Sepulveda  of 
Mexico. 

Mrs.  Tames  Cunningham  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Sarah  Cunningham,  of  New  York,  have  returned 
to  Miramar  after  a  few  days*  visit  at  the  Fair- 
mont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Bowman  H.  McCalla  and  Mrs.  Albert 
Bacon  of  Santa  Barbara  will  spend  a  few  weeks 
near  Salinas.  Mrs.  Bacon  will  visit  her  daughter, 
Mrs.  Thomas  Driscoll,  in  San  Mateo,  before  re- 
turning to  her  home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Ratcliff,  Jr.  (formerly 
Miss  Muriel  Williams)   are  at  Lake  Taboe, 

Mrs.  La  Tourette  of  Philadelphia  is  visiting  her 
son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence 
Fuller,  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Dr.  D.  Lee  Hirschler  and  Mrs.  Hirschler  have 
arrived  from  Norfolk,  Virginia,  and  will  spend 
the  summer  in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  G.  Schmieden  and  their 
children  are  occupying  their  cottage  on  Lake 
Taboe. 

Mr.  James  Potter  Langhorne  and  his  daughters, 
Mrs.  Richard  Hammond  and  Miss  Julia  Lang- 
horne, have  returned  from  the  Yosemite  Valley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clinton  E.  Worden  and  Mrs. 
A  N.  Towne  left  Monday  for  Monterey  to  remain 
indefinitely. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A  Herrick  have  re- 
turned from  a  visit  in  Southern  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pierre  Olney  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  B.  Willcutt  spent  a  few  days  recently  at 
-3£tna  Springs. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  L.  Cadwalader  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Lorenzo  Avenali  left  Wednesday  for 
San  Mateo,  where  they  are  the  guests  of  Mrs. 
Russell  J.  Wilson  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C. 
Pratt,  Jr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  have  been  spend- 
ing the  past  few  days  at  Eagle  Nest  with  the 
Misses  Janet  and  Edith  von  Schroder. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Jenkins  have  returned  to 
their  home  in  Mill  Valley  after  a  visit  in  San 
Mateo   with  Mr.   and   Mrs.    Charles   E.    Green. 

The  Misses  Marie  and  Elena  Brewer  are  estab- 
lished for  the  summer  in  Sausalito. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Gallois,  Miss  Jeanne  Gallois,  and 
Mr.  John  Gallois  have  returned  from  a  visit  at 
the  Peninsula  Hotel. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    E.    Avery'    McCarthy    and    Miss 


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Our  famous  "ARISTOCRATICA" 
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Aileen    McCarthy  have  returned  to   their  home  in 
Los  Angeles  after  a  visit  in  New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  St.  George  •  Holden  will  leave 
shortly  for  Lake  Tahoe  for  a  few  weeks'  outing. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  and  their  children 
are  at  Lake  Tahoe  for  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Hooper  and  their  daughter, 
Miss  Katherine  Hooper,  are  occupying  a  cottage  at 
Carmel-by-the-Sea.  The  Misses  Margaret  Carrigan 
and  Elizabeth  Bull  have  been  their  guests  during 
the  past  week. 

Dr.  Lawrence  Draper  and  Mrs.  Draper  are  visit- 
ing Mr.  and  Mrs.  A  W.  Foster  in  San  Rafael. 
Mr.   and  Mrs.   Harrison  Dibblee  are  at  Bolinas. 
Mrs.    John    Landers    has    returned    from    a    visit 
in  Monterey  with  her  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    Vincent    Whitney. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Duane  L.  Bliss,  Jr.,  have  returned 
to  Lake  Taboe  after  a  few  days'  visit  in  town. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emnghaxn  Sutton  and  their  in- 
fant daughter  have  arrived  from  Los  Angeles  and 
are  visiting  Mrs.  Sutton's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Edgar  M.   Wilson,  in    Belvedere. 

Dr.  Philip  King  Brown,  Mrs.  Brown,  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Luther  J.  Holton  left  last  Friday  for  an 
automobile   trip   through    Oregon. 

Mr.  William  H.  Crocker  returned  last  week 
from  Europe,  where  he  spent  a  month  with  Mrs. 
Crocker  and  the  Misses  Ethel  and  Helen  Crocker 
and  Master  Charles  Crocker. 

Miss  Marian  Miller  was  the  guest  over  Sunday 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  B.  Ford  at  their  home 
in    Ross. 

Miss  Constance  Jeffrey  is  the  guest  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Aimer  Newhall  at  their  home  in  Ross. 

Miss  Ruth  Winslow  spent  the  week-end  in 
Woodside  with   Mr.    and   Mrs.    Robert   Oxnard. 

Miss  Maud  O'Connor  has  returned  from  Sobra 
Vista,  Sonoma  County,  where  she  has  been  visiting 
Mr.  and   Mrs.   Rudolph  Spreckels. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Julian  Thome  left  Wednesday  for 
Monterey  to  spend  the  holidays. 

Mr.  Frank  Langstroth  is  established  at  the  Bur- 
lingame Country  Club. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hope  Beaver,  the 
Misses  Isabel  and  Miriam  Beaver,  are  occupying 
their  cottage  at  Inverness.  Miss  Helen  Crosby  of 
Baltimore  is  their  house  guest. 

Miss  Martha  Calhoun  left  Wednesday  for  her 
home  in  Cleveland,  Ohio,  after  a  month's  visit  with 
Miss   Julia    Langhorne. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Milo  M.  Potter,  Miss  Nina  Jones, 
Dr.  Walter  Barlow  and  Mrs.  Barlow,  have  been 
spending  the  past  two  weeks  in  the  Yosemite 
Valley  and  will  return  next  week  to  Santa  Bar- 
bara. 

Ensign  T.  L.  Gatch,  who  since  his  graduation 
on  June  7  has  been  at  his  parents'  home  in  Berke- 
ley, has  gone  to  Tacoma  to  join  the  Maryland,  to 
which  he  has  been  assigned. 

General  James  G.  C.  Lee,  U.  S.  A.  (retired), 
came  to  town  last  week  from  San  Antonio,  Texas, 
to  await  the  arrival  from  the  Philippines  of  his 
son-in-law  and  daughter,  Captain  Henry  F. 
Rethers,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Rethers,  who  will 
spend  several  weeks  with  General  Lee. 

Captain  John  Burke  Murphy,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Murphy  will  spend  the  next  six  weeks  in 
the  Yosemite  Valley. 

Brigadier-General  Walter  S.  Schuyler,  U.  S. 
A,  has  arrived  from  Fort  Riley,  Kansas,  to  take 
command  of  the  Department  of  California,  reliev- 
ing General  Daniel  H.  Brush,  U.  S.  A_,  who  has 
recently  retired  from  active  service.  General 
Schuyler  will  have  his  headquarters  at  Fort  Miley. 
Captain  William  A  Moffatt,  U.  S.  N.,  left  Mon- 
day for  New  York,  where  he  will  assume  his 
duties  as  executive  officer  of  the  dreadnought 
Arkansas.  He  has  been  relieved  as  local  inspector 
of  the  lighthouse  service  by  Commander  E.  M. 
Troutt,  U.   S.  N.,  of  New  York. 

Colonel  John  T.  Knight,  U.  S.  A.,  has  arrived  at 
Fort  Mason,  where  he  will  be  stationed  indefinitely. 
Mrs.  Knight  will  join  her  husband  later  in  the 
summer.  She  is  at  present  visiting  her  parents, 
General  S.  M.  B.  Young,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Young. 

Colonel  John  A  Biddle,  U.  S.  A.,  is  here  from 
Washington,  D.   C,  for  a  brief  visit  with  friends. 


The  Monte  Carlo  Opera  in  Paris. 

It  is  a  strange  thing  that  Paris  has  one  of 
the  worst  Operas  in  all  Europe  and  that,  if 
they  want  to  have  a  decent  season  here  they 
must  send  to  Monte  Carlo  for  the  mass  of 
their  material,  not  to  speak  of  the  fact  that 
they  borrow  the  rest  of  it  from  Xew  York. 
Boston,  Philadelphia,  and  I  know  not  where 
else  (says  the  Paris  correspondent  of  the 
New  York  Musical  Courier).  Here  is  the 
pitiable  spectacle  of  one  of  the  richest  cities 
in  the  world,  one  of  the  cities  possessing  the 
greatest  social  attractions,  not  being  able  to 
maintain  a  good  Opera  simply  because  they 
can  not  agree  on  a  manager  who  is  really 
capable  of  doing  the  work.  We  have  had  an 
opera  season  here,  the  opera  company  from 
Monte  Carlo  and  a  few  good  singers  brought 
from  elsewhere.  Monte  Carlo  provides  us 
with  a  chorus  that  can  sing  and  act.  Think 
of  it !  In  Paris !  A  chorus  that  can  sing ! 
It  is  altogether  beyond  belief.  The  walls  of 
the  Opera  House  must  sweat  tears  to  witness 
such  a  thing. 

We  had  Puccini,  who  honored  the  city-  by 
his  presence  and  distributed  incidentally  a 
certain  number  of  good  American  ducats.  We 
had  him  and  we  had  his  "masterpiece"  (I  sup- 
pose that  is  the  proper  word  to  use?)  "La 
Fille  du  Far  West."  That  is  what  they  call 
"The  Girl  of  the  Golden  West"  over  here,  and 
that  mongrel  mixture  of  French  and  English 
just  about  prepares  you  for  what  the  whole 
opera  is:  a  mongrel  mixture  of  half  a  dozen 
nationalities  of  which  America  is  not  one,  and 
of  which  France  gets  its  share  by  way  of 
Debussy,  whose  harmonic  experiments  have 
proved  seemingly  very  useful  to  the  Italian 
composer. 

The  most  amusing  thing  about  this  pro- 
duction is  the  remarks  of  the  French  press. 
The  critics  seem  to  agree  that  there  is  some- 
thing lacking  in  this  opera,  but  they  put  that 
down  to  their  ignorance  of  America,  Ameri- 


can slang,  and  Western  American  customs. 
They  do  not  seem  to  realize  in  the  least  how 
the  original  play  was  utterly  ruined  by  trans- 
lation ;  how  utterly  stupid,  silly,  fatuous,  it 
seems  to  us  Americans  to  watch  these  for- 
eign failures  at  reproducing  our  Western  local 
color.  It  reminds  me  personally  a  good  deal 
of  a  thing  I  have  seen  more  than  once :  a 
tenderfoot  trying  to  put  on  the  swagger  and 
toughness  of  the  real  native  Westerner.  He 
generally  gets  "shot  up."  And  it  serves  him 
right. 

As  for  the  singers  heard  in  this  grand 
opera  season  there  is  Caruso,  Titta  Ruffo, 
successful  even  though  the  critics  have  re- 
marks to  make  about  his  Italian  phrasing ; 
there  is  Chaliapine,  a  good  actor;  there  is 
Smirnoff,  good  looking ;  there  is  Chalmin,  a 
truly  great  comedian,  and  there  is  Mile,  de 
Hidalgo,  who  trills  and  vocalizes  with  the 
virtuosity  of  a  flute  and  the  tone  of  a  cal- 
liope, and  there  are  a  lot  of  others  of  more 
or  less  importance.  Taken  all  in  all  the  per- 
formances have  very  much  the  character- 
istics of  American  performances  except  in  the 
matter  of  the  choruses,  the  like  of  which 
we  do  not  possess.  There  is  the  same  mix- 
ture of  nationalities,  the  same  failure  that 
always  results  from  the  idea  that  great  voices 
may  be  brought  together  and  welded  into  a 
homogeneous  whole  no  matter  what  their  na- 
tionality or  schooling.  Which  is,  of  course, 
nonsense. 


The  home  in  Berkeley  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Al- 
bert Clark  has  been  brightened  by  the  advent 
of  a  daughter. 


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Sanitarium  for  Treatment  of 

Infirmities  of  Age 

Splendid  location,  best  of  care  and  treatment. 
Address 

Dr.  ALBERT  OSBORNE, 

Santa  Clara.  Cal. 


Miramar  School  Summer  Camp 

Santa  Barbara,  California 

July  1  to  August  31,  1912 

A  beautiful,  well  equipped,  summer  home  for 
boys  of  twelve  to  sixteen  years  of  age  in  the 
mountains  near  Santa  Barbara.  Optional  school 
work,  coaching',  surf-bathing,  mountain-climb- 
ing, tennis,  camping  trips,  etc..  horses  if  desired. 

Masters  are  all  Harvard  and  Yale  graduates. 

Illustrated  catalog  sent  upon  request. 

Address 

HEADMASTER, 

Miramar  School 

Santa  Barbara,  CaL 


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The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $4  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

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July  6,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


15 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Independence  Day  was  celebrated  in  San 
Francisco  more  sanely,  safely,  and  patriotically 
than  ever  before.  Music,  orator}',  historical 
tableaux,  and  large  and  happy  assemblages 
marked  the  occasion  in  the  several  quarters  of 
the  city.  It  follows,  as  a  matter  of  course, 
that  the  list  of  distressing  accidents  and  fires 
was  reduced  to  a  minimum. 


This  is  the  list  of  officers  elected  at  the 
present  session  in  this  city  of  the  General 
Federation  of  Women's  Clubs :  President — 
Mrs.  Percy  V.  Pennypacker  of  Texas ;  first 
vice-president — Mrs.  L.  L.  Blankenburg  of 
Philadelphia  ;  second  vice-president — Mrs. 
Samuel  B.  Sneath  of  Ohio ;  recording  secre- 
tary— Mrs.  Harry  L.  Keefe  of  Nebraska ;  cor- 
responding secretary — Mrs.  Eugene  Reilly  of 
Charlotte,  North  Carolina ;  treasurer — Mrs. 
John  Threadgill  of  Oklahoma,  the  incumbent; 
directors — Mrs.  Grace  Julian  Clark,  Indiana  ; 
Mrs.  Frances  D.  Everett,  Illinois ;  Mrs.  J. 
Creighton  Mathewes,  Louisiana  ;  Mrs.  William 
E.  Andrews,  District  of  Columbia  ;  Mrs.  Lucy 
W.  Williams,  Michigan :  Mrs.  Frank  White, 
North  Dakota ;  Mrs.  A.  S.  Christie,  Montana ; 
Mrs.  William  P.   Harper,  Washington. 


Alfred  E.  Rennie,  general  passenger  agent 
of  the  Toyo  Kisen  Kaisha,  and  well  known 
in  steamship  circles  on  both  sides  of  the  Pa- 
cific, died  at  his  home  in  this  city  Thursday 
after  a  lingering  illness.  Mr.  Rennie  was  a 
native  of  England,  forty-eight  years  of  age. 
He  is  survived  by  his  widow  and  two  chil- 
dren, a  boy  and  girl;  three  sisters,  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam Laycock  of  London,  Mrs.  G.  Snyder  of 
Salt  Lake,  and  Mrs.  W.  Shattuck  of  Portland, 
and  five  brothers,  Frank  J.  and  R.  H.  Rennie 
of  this  city,  A.  W.  Rennie  of  Seattle,  and  Fred 
G.   and  W.   L.   Rennie  of  Sacramento. 


The  building  and  grounds  committee  of  the 
Panama-Pacific  International  Exposition  ad- 
vertise for  bids  for  building  a  fence  around 
the.  exposition  grounds  and  for  filling  in  lands 
on  the  exposition  site  located  in  the  Presidio 
and  adjacent  thereto. 


Andrew  Carnegie's  name  will  be  perpetu- 
ated in  San  Francisco  by  a  monument  in  the 
form  of  a  library  to  which  he  will  contribute 
$750,000.      The    Board    of    Supervisors    have 

:  voted  to  accept  the  offer  made  some  time  ago 
by  the  fund  managers.  Supervisor  Gallagher 
wanted  the  question  settled  by  a  vote  of  the 

;  people  on   a  referendum,  but  his   motion   was 

i  lost.  

By  the  decision  of  Superior  Judge  Graham 
i  Mrs.  Riordan  Lyons,  adopted  daughter  of  the 
;  late  Franklin  Heywood,  will  not  lose  her  one- 
half  interest  in  the  $250,000  Heywood  estate 
nor  her  allowance  of  $150  a  month,  until  the 
final  division  of  the  estate  is  made.  Other 
heirs  to  the  Heywood  fortune  sought  to  have 
Mrs.  Lyons's  interest  forfeited  on  the  ground 
that  she  had  violated  the  trust  clause  of  the 
will,  which  prevented  any  of  the  heirs  from 
bringing  a  contest. 


African  Hunting  Pictures  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 


come  to  the  Cort  Theatre  for  a  two  weeks' 
j  engagement  beginning  tomorrow  (Sunday) 
afternoon.  It  is  said  that  they  are  the  most 
marvelous  motion  pictures  ever  taken.  They 
have  been  exhibited  at  the  Smithsonian  Insti- 
tution and  have  attracted  the  attention  of  the 
world's  greatest  scientists.  Mr.  Rainey  is  a 
millionaire  sportsman  of  Cleveland,  Ohio,  and 
:  has  the  reputation  of  being  the  most  noted 
and  fearless  hunter  of  wild  game  in  the  world. 
The  films  to  be  shown  at  the  Cort  were  made 
on  Mr.  Raineyjs.  last  expedition  to  Africa  and 
show  the  hunter  and  his  associates  hunting 
lions,  tigers,  leopards,  and  other  wild  animals 
in  the  jungles  of  Africa.  Many  hair-breadth 
escapes  from  death  are  depicted  on  the  screen. 
Among  other  views,  a  picture  of  a  herd  of 
zebra  is  shown,  led  by  a  wildebeest,  which  be- 
longs to  the  gnu  family.  Mr.  Rainey  is. shown 
capturing  a  wild  dog,  a  feat  that  stands  un- 
paralleled in  the  annals  of  natural  history. 
It  is  said  that  Hagenbeck,  the  famous  animal 
dealer  of  Hamburg,  after  having  spent  much 
time    and    something    like    $10,000    in    an    en- 


deavor to  secure  a  specimen  alive,  gave  up 
in  despair  and  declared  that  no  one  would  be 
able  to  take  one  of  these  animals.  A  baby 
rhinoceros  that  was  captured  is  also  seen. 
This  baby  rhino  is  now  in  the  London  Zoo- 
logical  Gardens. 

It  is  proved  by  these  pictures  that  the  lion, 
which  has  always  been  regarded  as  the  king 
of  beasts,  turned  coward  when  brought  to  bay 
by  a  pack  of  Mississippi  bearhounds.  In  fact, 
a  series  of  altogether  wonderful  incidents  in 
Mr.  Paul  Rainey 's  expedition  is  disclosed. 

Matinees  will  be  given  daily. 


CURRENT  VERSE 


Brotherhood. 
When  in  the  even  ways  of  life 

The    old    world    jogs    along 
Our  little  colored  flags  we  flaunt; 
Our  little  separate  selves  we  vaunt; 

Each  pipes  his  native  song. 
And    jealousy,    and    greed    and    pride 

Join  their  ungodly  hands, 
And  this  round  lovely  world  divide 

Into   opposing  lands. 

But  let  some  crucial  hour  of  pain 

Sound  from  the  tower  of  time, 
Then   consciousness  of  brotherhood 
Wakes  in  each  heart  the  latent  good 
.  And    men   become    sublime. 
No  swarming  insects  of  the  night 

Fly  when  the  sun  bursts  in, 
Self  fades  before  love's  radiant,  light, 

And   all  the  world   is  kin. 
God,  what  a  place  this  world  would  be 

If    that    uplifting   thought, 
Born  of  some  vast  world  accident, 
Into  our  daily  lives  were  blent, 

And   in   each  action  wrought. 
But  while  we  let  the  old  sins   flock 

Back  to   our  hearts  again, 
In    flame,    and   flood,    and    earthquake   shock, 

Thy  voice  must  speak  to  men. 
— Ella   Wheeler  Wilcox,  in  the  Nautilus. 


If  I  May  Have  Thee  Near. 
If  I  may  have  thee  near, 

When  morning  comes  to  wake  the  earth, 
With    messengers    of    light, 

And  stir  from  sleep  old  sorrow  and  young  mirth, 
Then  shall  I  set  my  face  toward  the  hills, 

And  mount  the  paths  of  day 
With  fear  of  naught  that  life  can  bring 

To    turn   my    upward   way. 

If  I  may  have  thee  near, 

When  evening  finds  my  goal  still  far 
Up    steeps    of    pathless    night, 

For  whose  dark  labyrinths  no  guides  there  are, 
Then  though  the  shining  hills  I  never  reach, 

My  heart   from  grief  is   free; 
Though   I   may   never  see  the  dawn — 

I    still    have    thee! 

— Arthur   Wallace  Peach,   in   Boston    Globe. 


The  Bridal  Morn. 
White,    luminous  white,   as  shaded   lamp   might  be, 

And  tremulous-sweet  the  bride  for  robing  came. 

Her  wide  eyes,   lifted,   globed   a   lucent    flame, 
Her  movements  flowed  to  unheard  melody. 
And  wonder-stirred   her   sisters   were  to  see 

How  love  had  sealed  her  with   imperious  claim; 

How  her  young  comeliness  might  put  to  shame 
Some  Greek  maid  laved  in  cool  Callirrhoe. 

She     turned     her     from     the     jasmined     sill.     She 
smiled 
At    satin    splendors    shimmering   as    they    spread, 
And    kissed    her    hand    whereon    His    lips    had 
lain, — 
Then  heard  her  mother's  voice. — Her  heart  leaped 
wild; 
She  flung  herself  in  prayer  beside  her  bed; 
"O  God,"  she  wept,  "O  love!  O  joy!  O  pain!" 
— Nelle    Richmond   Eberhart,    in   American    Maga- 
zine. 

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Freddie — What's  an  optimist,  dad?  Cob- 
wigger — He's  the  fellow  who  doesn't  know 
what's  coming  to  him. — Lippincott's  Magazine. 

"You  say  you  have  played  Hamlet  ?" 
"Yes."  "How  long?"  "Well,  I've  played  it 
as  long  as  an  hour  and  a  half  once  or  twice." 
— Washington  Herald. 

Mrs.  Crawford — What's  the  advantage  of 
a  kitchenette  apartment?  Mrs.  Crabshaw — 
Your  husband  can't  come  out  in  it  when 
you're  cooking. — Puck. 

Bashful  Youth — I'm  so  afraid  to  see  your 
father.  Did  any  one  else  ever  ask  him  ?  The 
Maiden — Yes,  Arthur,  and  they  suffered  like 
heroes. — The  Club-Fellow. 

"Take  my  advice  and  mind  your  own  af- 
fairs. No  man  ever  got  rich  fighting  other 
people's  battles."  "I  don't  know.  How  about 
a  lawyer  ?" — Boston   Transcript. 

Lawyer  (to  wife) — Well,  if  you  are  deter- 
mined to  sue  for  divorce,  at  least  let  us  keep 
down  the  expense  as  much  as  possible.  I 
will  act  as  your  counsel. — Life. 

He — What's  the  matter  with  poor  young 
Thompson?  She — The  doctor  says  it's  loco- 
motor ataxy.  He — Ah !  I'd  'ave  the  beastly 
things  taken  off  the  road  if  I  'ad  my  way. — 
London  Opinion. 

She — I  was  reading  in  some  paper  the  other 
day  that  a  pint  of  milk  contains  simply  mil- 
lions of  germs.  He — By  Jove  !  Well,  every- 
thing is  so  jolly  overcrowded  nowadays,  isn't 
it? — London  Taller. 

Sportsman  (assisting  jockey,  who  has  been 
knocked  out) — Stand  back,  please,  a  little 
more  air  !  And  hurry  up  with  that  brandy ! 
Faint  Voice  from  Patient — Never  mind  'bout 
the   air. — Stray  Stories. 

First  Trooper  Imperial  Yeomanry  (discuss- 
ing a  nezc  officer) — Swears  a  bit,  don't  'e, 
sometimes?  Second  Trooper — 'E's  a  master- 
piece, 'e  is  ;  just  opens  'is  mouth  and  lets  it 
say  wot  it   likes. — Punch. 

Mr.  Needmore — If  you"  refuse  me  my  life 
will  be  filled  with  bitterness  and  gall.  The 
Widow  Bullion — I  don't  know  about  the  bit- 
terness, but  you're  there  with  the  gall,  all 
right. — McNally   Monarch. 

Mrs.  Proud  wan — Our  Willy  got  meritori- 
ous commendation  at  school  last  week.  Mrs. 
O'BuIl — Well,  well !  Aint  it  awful,  the  num- 
ber of  strange  diseases  that's  ketched  by 
school  children? — Tit-Bits. 

He — Does  a  woman  when  she's  married  ex- 
pect her  husband  to  tell  her  his  business  af- 
fairs? She — I  don't  know;  but  a  woman  ex- 
pects a  man  to  talk  business  when  he's  court- 
ing her. — Boston  Transcript. 

"That  man  has  spent  all  his  life  wasting 
his  unquestionable  talent  and  ignoring  oppor- 
tunities for  success."  "Yes,"  answered  Miss 
Cayenne.  "He  has  a  positive  genius  for 
wresting  defeat  from  the  jaws  of  victory.*' — 
Washington  Star. 

Magistrate  (about  to  commit  for  trial) — 
You  certainly  effected  the  robbery  in  a  re- 
markably ingenious  way ;    in   fact,   with   quite 

exceptional  cunning Prisoner — Now,  yer 

honor,   no   flattery,   please;  no  flattery,   I  begs 
yer. — London  Sketch, 

"Shall  we  call  on  our  congressman  in  a 
body  or  individually?"  "I  figure  it  this  way. 
If  we  call  in  a  body  he'll  just  make  us  a 
speech."  "Well  ?"  "But  if  we  call  indi- 
vidually he'll  have  to  take  us  each  out  to 
lunch." — Kansas  City  Journal. 

"Is  it  true  that  your  daughter  has  married 
a  highbrow.  Mrs.  Rockingham  ?"  "No ;  that 
story  was  started  by  some  of  the  girls  who 
are  jealous.  Daisie's  husband  is  a  writer, 
but  his  royalties  amount  to  over  $40,000  a 
year." — Chicago  Record-Herald. 

"What,"  asked  the  hunter  who  had  mis- 
takenly shot  a  guide,  bending  down  eagerly, 
"is  your  name?"  "Smith,"  gasped  the  guide, 
with  bis  last  breath.  The  hunter's  face  fell. 
"And  I  came  up  here,"  he  exclaimed,  rue- 
fully, "in  pursuit  of  rare  game !" — Puck. 

"Now,  children,"  said  the  teacher,  "who  can 
tell  me  what  the  word  'odorless'  means?" 
Willie  Jones  was  sure  he  knew.  "Well, 
Willie,  what  does  it  mean?"  "Odorless  means 
without  a  scent,"  he  piped.  "Right.  Now  who 
can  give  a  sentence  using  the  word  correctly?" 
continued  the  teacher.  "You  may  answer, 
Jimmy."  "Please,  ma'am,  when  you  are  odor- 
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Youth's   Companion. 

"I  want  somebody  to  show  me  where  to 
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I'll  call  the  woman  of  the  house."  "I'll  show 
you,  sir,"  she  humbly  replied,  and  led  the 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Campaign  Field — Serious  Considerations — 
The  Women's  Federation — Mr.  Johnson's  California  Pro- 
gramme— "Getting  Weaker" — Petering  Out — The  Hazard 

of  Haste   17-19 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.    Coryn 20 

POLITICAL  COMMENT   20 

ROYAL  ASCOT:     The  Midway   Race   Meeting  of  the  London 

Season.     By  Henry  C.  Shelley 21 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes  about  Prominent  People  All  over 

the  World   21 

A  VICTOR   OF  CIRCUMSTANCES:    The  Widow's  Son  and 

His  Scheme.     By  Harry  Cowell 22 

WAR  AND  RECONSTRUCTION  DAYS:  Lieutenant  Parker 
Writes  a  Lively  Chronicle  of   Men  and   Events  as   Seen 

from   the    Inside 23 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received 24-25 

ALMA-TADEMA,    THE   ARTIST 26 

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FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT 27 

VANITY  FAIR:  The  Gay  Princess  and  Her  Gayer  ex-Consort 
— The  Writer  about  Millionaires — Wealth  and  the  Dic- 
tates of  Desire — A  Ropemaker's  Error  on  the  Brink  of 
Matrimony — King  George's  System  of  Youthful  Discipline 

— Englishmen  Growing  Sturdy — Dessert  Implements 28 

STORYETTES:     Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise      29 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 29 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts           30 

THE    CITY    IN     GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles   of    Passing 

Events 31 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground   Out  by 

the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 32 


The  Campaign  Field. 
So  far  as  sentiment  has  declared  itself,  the  nomina- 
tion of  Professor  Wilson  appears  to  be  satisfactory  to 
the  Democratic  party.  There  was  in  the  dying  hours 
of  the  Baltimore  convention  a  suggestion  that  Virginia, 
in  consideration  of  Thomas  Fortune  Ryan,  New  York 
in  consideration  of  Tammany  Hall,  and  Missouri  in 
consideration  of  Champ  Clark  might  be  ill-disposed 
towards  a  candidate  whose  nomination  was  brought 
about  through  the  more  or  less  offensive  activities  of 
Mr.  Bryan.  But  if  for  the  moment  there  were  resent- 
ments in  these  quarters,  they  appear  to  have  been  exor- 
cised by  the  general  good-will  of  the  party  throughout 
the  country.  Virginia  recalls  that  Professor  Wilson  is 
a  son  of  her  soil.  And  whatever  her  faults  may  be, 
the  Old  Dominion  never  yet  went  back  on  one  of  her 
own  breed.  New  York  in  the  person  of  the  chairman 
of  the  Democratic  state  committee  has  already  tendered 
her  respect  and  good-will  to  the  nominee.  Champ 
Clark,  although  obviously  wounded  in  his  deepest  sensi- 
bilities, has  still  found  the  manly  spirit  to  avow  his 
fealty  and  to  pledge  support  without  reservation  to  his 
successful  rival.  All  the  circumstances  now  indicate 
that  Professor  Wilson  will  have  behind  him  in  the  cam- 


paign soon  to  begin  a  nominally  if  not  an  absolutely 
united  party. 

This  means  much,  but  it  does  not  mean  everything, 
for  the  Democratic  party  is  far  from  being  dominant  in 
the  politics  of  the  country.  Then  there  are  elements 
in  his  own  character  and  career  which  may  trouble  the 
campaign  of  Professor  Wilson.  It  will  take  some  ex- 
plaining— perhaps  a  good  deal  of  it — to  justify  his  posi- 
tion as  an  ultra-progressive  candidate  with  his  lifetime 
record  of  scholastic  conservatism.  Intelligent  men  re- 
spectful of  the  common  integrities  of  mind  and  opinion 
will  ask  why  Candidate  Wilson  has  parted  radically 
from  the  judgments  and  standards  of  Professor  Wilson. 
Certain  foreign  elements,  especially  South  Europeans, 
will  want  to  know  why  Professor  Wilson  had  so  poor 
an  opinion  of  their  race  when  writing  his  history;  and 
they  may  find  it  difficult  to  cast  their  votes  for  one 
whom  they  have  formerly  denounced  as  a  slanderer. 
Devotees  of  the  Catholic  church  will  also  want  ex- 
planation and  retraction  respecting  certain  passages  in 
Professor  Wilson's  books.  Then  there  will  be  a  dispo- 
sition to  doubt  the  executive  talents  of  a  man  who 
found  Princeton  University  a  highly  organized,  thor- 
oughly coordinated,  harmonious,  and  successful  institu- 
tion, and  who  after  some  years  left  it  a  disorganized, 
inharmonious,  and  all  but  broken  institution.  It  is,  too, 
an  assured  fact  that  there  is  in  existence  a  definite  state- 
ment signed  by  Grover  Cleveland  discrediting  Pro- 
fessor Wilson  as  a  man  in  his  judgment  devoid  either 
of  intellectual  or  financial  integrity.  And  on  top  of  all, 
there  is  the  general  distrust  in  the  public  mind  of  the 
administrative  efficiency  and  practical  common  sense  of 
a  man  whose  whole  experience  has  been  in  the  line  of 
school  teaching. 

We  review  these  matters,  not  in  the  spirit  of  scandal, 
but  as  suggesting  some  of  the  considerations  apart  from 
the  formal  campaign  issues  likely  to  be  more  or  less  dis- 
cussed in  the  period  between  now  and  election  day. 


Mr.  Taft's  campaign  as  a  party  nominee  is  in  the 
way  of  an  early  start.  A  commander-in-chief  has  been 
selected  in  the  person  of  Mr.  Charles  D.  Hilles,  who  in 
the  character  of  Secretary  to  the  President  was  a  de- 
voted and  successful  aid  in  pre-convention  activities. 
There  is  to  be  a  general  campaign  headquarters  in  New 
York  City,  another  at  Chicago,  and  a  third  on  the 
Pacific  Coast.  In  this  connection  it  is  interesting  to 
note  that  Senator  Borah  of  Idaho  is  scheduled  as  the 
head  of  the  Pacific  States  campaign.  Senator  Borah  is 
in  his  personal  political  character  a  pronounced  pro- 
gressive. Without  gulping  wholesale  all  the  nostrums 
of  the  political  innovators  and  quacks — he  distinctly  and 
positively  rejects  the  judicial  recall — he  accepts  many 
of  the  theories  of  the  La  Follette-Cummins  school  of 
politics.  In  the  campaign  which  preceded  the  Chicago 
convention  he  was  for  Roosevelt.  As  a  member  of 
the  national  committee  in  the  so-called  steam-roller 
period  at  Chicago  he  was  the  leading  man  in  the  mi- 
nority or  Roosevelt  group.  In  the  convention,  prior 
to  the  nomination,  he  was  a  supporter  of  Roosevelt, 
laboring  earnestly  for  his  nomination.  But  Mr.  Borah 
is  a  man  of  the  cooperative  type.  His  politics  is  of 
the  impersonal  sort.  He  knows  the  value  of  organiza- 
tion, the  necessity  of  concession  within  bounds,  and  he 
has  the  spirit  of  loyalty  requisite  to  .successful  political 
action  under  our  system.  Now,  having  been  fairly 
beaten  in  the  convention,  recognizing  the  fact  that  Mr. 
Taft  was  a  fair  winner,  he  bows  to  the  logic  of  events 
and  takes  his  natural  place  as  a  loyal  supporter  and 
leader  in  the  coming  conflict. 

Of  Mr.  Hilles's  fitness  for  the  work  before  him  there 
are  many  reasons  to  be  hopeful.  He  is  comparatively 
new  to  the  political  sphere,  but  already  he  has  shown 
exceptional  capabilities.  He  has  character,  health, 
tact,  loyalty,  and  intense  earnestness.  If  his  first  pub- 
lic statement  as  chairman  of  the  national  committee, 
given  to  the  public  on  Tuesday,  is  rather  more  rhetor- 
ical than  necessary,  something  may  be  pardoned  to  a 


natural  exhilaration  under  new  responsibilities.  Frankly 
we  should  have  preferred  Mr.  Barnes  or  some  other 
man  of  longer  experience  in  politics.  But  that  is  far 
from  saying  that  Mr.  Hilles's  appointment  is  not  one 
of  promise. 

In  another  column  we  have  dealt  with  the  present 
aspects  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  candidacy.  It  started  as  a 
newly  born  party,  and  in  so  far  as  reiterated  statements 
can  sustain  it,  it  is  still  a  thing  of  large  pretensions. 
But  very  obviously  it  has  not  "caught  on."  It  tends 
to  dwindle.  Every  day  it  loses  some  presumed  sup- 
porter; no  first-class  man  in  the  political  life  of  the 
country  has  cast  in  his  lot  with  it.  The  plan  to  organ- 
ize the  movement  in  all  the  states  has  been  abandoned, 
the  latest  proposal  being  for  an  organized  campaign 
only  in  states  "hopelessly  boss-ridden.''  Either  one  of 
two  things  will  happen:  Mr.  Roosevelt  will  crawl 
out  of  it  altogether  or  he  will  go  into  it  upon  a  plan 
calculated  merely  to  make  it  a  movement  against  Taft. 
He  will  not  in  any  genuine  and  true  sense  be  a  candi- 
date for  the  presidency.  Probably  long  before  elec- 
tion day  his  pretensions  as  a  candidate  will  have  been 
withdrawn. 

Nobody  as  yet  has  given  much  attention  to  the  "small 
fry"  in  the  presidential  game.  The  Prohibitionists,  the  ' 
Socialists,  the  Socialist-Laborites,  and  possibly  what  is 
left  of  the  Populists,  will  have  tickets  in  the  field  as 
usual.  But  there  is  no  reason  to  believe,  unless  per- 
haps in  the  case  of  the  Socialists,  that  these  tickets 
will  make  any  notable  figure  in  the  campaign. 


Serious  Considerations. 

Declaring  publicity  in  connection  with  the  expenses 
of  candidates  to  be  "one  of  the  basic  principles  of 
public  morality  and  political  decency,"  Mr.  La  Follette 
asks  Mr.  Roosevelt  some  pertinent  and  timely  ques- 
tions. He  wants  to  know  what  sums  Mr.  Roosevelt 
has  spent  in  his  campaign  and  where  the  money  came 
from.  These  questions  are  justified  first  of  all,  to  bor- 
row Mr.  La  Follette's  phrase,  by  public  morality  and 
political  decency.  They  are  further  justified  by  the 
avowed  principles  of  the  factional  group  (progressive) 
which  Mr.  Roosevelt  assumes  to  represent,  and  still 
further  by  Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  declarations  that  good 
faith  demands  publicity  in  such  matters.  Supporting 
his  questions  in  a  public  statement,  Mr.  La  Follette 
says : 

Special  privilege  puts  money  into  political  campaigns  by 
way  of  investment.  For  such  investments  it  demands  sub- 
stantial  rewards.  It  is  to  protect  the  public  interest  from 
rewards  such  as  these  conserved  in  twilight  and  consum- 
mated in  secret  that  the  people  demand  publicity  of  campaign 
contributions. 

Theodore  Roosevelt  entered  the  contest  for  the  presidential 
nomination  as  a  "progressive."  He  made  a  strenuous  cam- 
paign for  votes  and  a  noisy  scramble  for  Southern  del' 
on  the  ground  that  he  represented  progressive  doctrine.  In 
this  fight  he  had  the  backing  of  the  Steel  Trust  and  the  Har- 
vester Trust. 

Financial  giants  like  Perkins,  Hanna,  and  Munsey  con- 
tributed to  his  cause.  His  campaign  was  characterized  by  a 
riotous  expenditure  of  money.  Yet  he  has  made  no  public 
accounting.  He  has  not  taken  the  American  people  into  his 
confidence.  He  has  ignored  the  progressive  principle  of  pub- 
licity. 

It  will  lie  interesting  to  see  how  the  political  moralist 
of  Oyster  Bay  meets  these  questions.  Probably  he 
will  ignore  them,  for  he  can  not  answer  fairly  without 
exposing  relationships  impossible  to  defend  with  credit 
to  himself  or  to  his  friends,  or  without  exhibiting  him- 
self as  the  agent  of  interests  identified  in  the  public 
mind  with  selfish  aims  and  demands.  Mr.  Roosevelt 
could  not  himself  have  supplied  the  large  sums  ex- 
pended in  his  campaign.  Most  certainly  it  was  not 
supplied  by  the  rank  and  file  of  progressivism.  It  must 
have  come  directly  from  some  great  reservoir  or  reser- 
voirs of  wealth,  and  it  must  have  been  put  forth,  as 
Mr.  La  Follette  suggests,  in  the  spirit  of  investment 
and  in  a  hope  of  substantial  rewards.  Mr.  Roosevelt 
may,   indeed,   ignore   Mr.   La   Follette-  but 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  13,  1912. 


: 


joing  he  can  not  clear  himself  of  presumptions 
is  discredit.     And  by   ignoring  these  questions  he 
ill,  as   Mr.   La  Follette   very   pointedly  puts  it,  also 
ignore  "the  progressive  principle  of  publicity." 


It  is  a  maxim  of  law,  justified  by  usage  of  genera- 
tions, that  he  who  seeks  equity  must  do  equity.  In 
cither  words,  one  who  comes  into  court  presenting 
claims  under  general  principles  of  right  and  justice, 
must  come  with  clean  hands.  The  point  of  this  recital 
lies  in  its  application  to  the  plaint  of  Mr.  Roosevelt 
that  he  was  "robbed"  at  Chicago.  It  is  denied 
by  those  who  have  looked  into  the  facts  that  any  in- 
justice was  done  to  Mr.  Roosevelt.  Obviously  the 
greater  number  of  contests  urged  in  his  behalf  were 
faked  up  for  tactical  use — we  say  this  was  so  obviously, 
because  the  members  of  the  national  committee  attached 
to  Mr.  Roosevelt's  cause,  in  cases  involving  more  than 
a  hundred  and  fifty  seats,  after  hearing  the  testimony, 
voted  against  the  contestants.  But,  conceding  for  the 
sake  of  argument  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  beaten  by 
the  steam-roller  process,  does  it  lie  in  his  mouth  to 
make  appeal  in  the  name  of  equity? 

In  every  convention  in  which  Mr.  Roosevelt  has 
participated,  either  as  a  member  of  the  party,  as 
a  delegate,  as  a  candidate,  or  as  a  party  manager 
— and  in  his  time  he  has  played  all  these  roles — 
the  procedure  has  been  under  the  principles  we 
have  recently  seen  in  operation  at  Chicago.  The 
retiring  national  committee  has  arranged  the  gen- 
eral preliminaries,  passed  upon  contests,  and  selected 
the  temporary  chairman;  and  never  in  any  instance, 
although  he  has  more  than  once  been  in  a  position  of 
dominating  authority,  has  he  protested  against  this  pro- 
cedure or  said  one  word  in  criticism  of  it.  But  this  is 
not  all.  Four  years  ago  there  was  a  situation  prior  to 
the  convention  paralleling  in  many  of  its  aspects  that 
of  last  month.  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  then  President.  He 
was  the  official  head  of  the  party.  He  was  actively  pro- 
moting a  particular  candidacy.  In  this  character  he 
carried  through  a  series  of  procedures  identical  with 
those  against  which  he  now  declaims  with  such  grief 
and  fury.  The  term  "steam  roller"  which  has  come 
into  use  to  describe  a  certain  procedure  was  invented 
only  four  years  ago  to  characterize  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
operations  in  promotion  of  the  then  candidates  of  his 
choice. 

In  his  outcry  against  the  steam  roller  Mr.  Roosevelt 
does  not  come  into  court  with  clean  hands.  If  wrong 
was  done  at  Chicago  against  Mr.  Roosevelt,  it  was  of 
a  kind  previously  sanctioned  by  Mr.  Roosevelt  himself. 
There  is  for  it  whatever  justification  may  be  urged  by 
his  own  use  of  it.  . 

The  scheme  of  convention  practice  is  subject  to  many 
points  of  criticism:  (1)  The  states  where  Republican 
organization  is  only  a  farce — as  in  the  case  of  most 
of  the  Southern  States — ought  not  to  be  allowed  rep- 
resentation upon  the  same  basis  as  states  which  yield 
party  majorities.  Inevitably  the  effect  is  to  put  an  un- 
warranted measure  of  power  into  the  hands  of  any 
existing  national  administration.  (2)  It  ought  not  to 
be  in  the  power  of  a  retiring  national  committee,  which 
may  or  may  not  represent  the  dominant  party  purpose, 
to  select  the  time  and  place  of  the  convention  or  the 
man  who  shall  be  its  temporary  chairman  and  give  the 
first  notable  address  in  the  convention.  (3)  Authority 
lo  determine  contests  ought  not  to  abide  in  a  committee 
whose  mandate  is  about  to  expire  and  which  is  likely 
to  lie  under  the  bias  of  factional  motives. 

Regarded  fundamentally  and  practically,  there  are 
reas. ms  in  support  of  several  of  the  points  Mr.  Roose- 
velt makes.  But  whatever  the  changes  which  ought  to 
be  made,  they  should  be  presented  fairly  and  judicially, 
with  respect  not  to  past  but  to  future  procedures  and 
policies.  They  do  not  justify  revolt  until  they  have 
been  discussed,  and  accepted  or  rejected.  And  either 
protest  or  revolt  comes  with  exceeding  bad  grace  from 
a  man  who  lias  employed  these  procedures  in  enforcing 
his  own  purposes,  who  might  at  other  times  have 
changed  them  if  be  bad  so  desired,  and  who  now  cries 
out  against  them  because,  having  submitted  his  own 
ease  to  their  arbitrament,  he  finds  himself  thwarted  in 
hi-  personal  ambitions.  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  in  the  position 
of  "in;  who  demands  something  under  a  principle  which 
in  the  days  of  his  authority  be  denied.  He  comes  into 
court  with  1  is  hands  defiled,  nut  accidentally  or  casually 
but  by  design  ami  in  ruthless  spirit,  with  what  he  now 
defines  as  the  pitch  of  corruption.  Even  those  attached 
to  Mr.  Roosevelt's  cause  sec  the  moral  weakness  of 
hi     position.      "Mr.    Roosevelt,"    says    William    Allen 


White,  one  of  his  delegates  to  Chicago,  a  warm  cham- 
pion in  the  press  and  a  member  of  the  committee  to 
organize  the  projected  Roosevelt  party,  "is  estopped  by 
all  the  rules  of  consistency  and  good  faith  against  con- 
demnation of  the  steam  roller." 


But  it  is  never  Mr.  Roosevelt's  way  to  be  em- 
barrassed by  his  own  record.  In  his  colossal  con- 
ceit he  assumes  the  right  to  promote  or  defend 
his  policies  upon  any  consideration  immediately  handy 
to  his  purpose.  If  anybody  challenges  his  con- 
sistency he  cries  to  heaven  in  the  name  of  "civic 
righteousness."  If  anybody  questions  or  denies  his 
moral  authority,  he  retorts  upon  him  that  he  is  a  knave 
or  a  liar.  If  anybody  demonstrates  that  he  himself  has 
been  guilty  of  falsehood  or  of  some  flagrant  dishonesty, 
he  by  some  sensational  stunt  seeks  to  divert  attention 
from  his  crimes  to  his  audacities.  All  who  will  dance 
to  his  piping  are  eminently  worthy,  preeminently  wise. 
All  who  would  hold  him  to  the  standards  of  manly 
honesty  and  common  honor  are  scoundrels.  Whatever 
business  or  trust  or  whatever  magnate  will  yield  money 
upon  his  demands  is  legitimate  and  worthy  of  re- 
spect; whatever  or  whoever  denies  or  opposes  him  is 
anathema.  Strange,  aberrant,  vainglorious,  essentially 
dishonest  man,  who  yet  by  unblushing  pretensions,  by 
the  glamour  of  an  extraordinary  career,  and  by 
the  power  of  cunningly  devised  but  empty  phrases 
contrives  to  command  the  support  of  multitudes  of 
well-intentioned  people !  Amazing  that  there  should 
arise  among  us  a  man  discredited  on  the  score  of  truth- 
fulness, honesty,  and  civility,  yet  who  by  the  mouthings 
of  a  vulgar  and  noisy  buncombe  commands  thousands 
to  pass  over  in  him  delinquencies  the  most  gross  and 
unworthy !  0 

The  Women's  Federation. 

The  Federation  of  Women's  Clubs  went  far  to  dis- 
arm criticism  by  the  moderation  of  its  programme  and 
by  the  sanity  of  its  proposals.  The  resolutions  reported 
for  adoption  are  free  alike  from  eccentricity  and  ex- 
travagance, or  nearly  so.  With  the  exception  of  a 
slight  yearning  for  restrictive  legislation,  still  common 
among  women  of  both  sexes,  the  recommendations  are 
based  on  a  broad  and  wholesome  sense  of  the  public 
good.  They  arouse  no  respectable  antagonisms  and 
they  serve  to  direct  and  consolidate  the  public  good- 
will. The  federation  well  deserves  the  applause  that  it 
has  evoked. 

The  delegates  showed  a  full  measure  of  good  sense 
when  they  shelved  the  suffrage  resolution.  To  de- 
nounce their  methods  as  of  the  "steam-roller"  variety  is 
merely  absurd  unless  we  are  to  understand  that  this 
term  is  henceforth  to  be  applied  to  every  orderly  ex- 
pression of  the  majority  will.  Certainly  it  was  no  more 
than  this.  It  implied  a  recognition  by  the  majority 
that  a  suffrage  pronouncement  was  not  a  legitimate 
part  of  federation  work,  that  it  was  irrelevant.  An 
effort  to  commit  the  federation  to  a  political  platform 
would  have  met  the  same  fate  and  for  the  same  rea- 
sons. 

Perhaps  the  action  of  the  majority  implied  something 
more  than  this.  Many  of  the  delegates  came  from 
rural  and  interior  districts  where  the  essentials  of 
womanhood  have  not  been  submerged  by  the  tidal  wave 
of  a  nervous  political  ambition  and  where  there  is  a 
lesser  tendency  to  ignore  the  aggressive  and  irresistible 
facts  of  physical  human  nature.  Generally  speaking, 
the  country  woman  is  likely  to  place  a  higher  value 
upon  her  womanhood  than  her  sister  in  the  city.  The 
barrier  between  the  sexes  is  more  real  to  her  and  more 
highly  esteemed.  Just  as  anxious  to  elevate  the  man, 
she  knows  that  the  worst  of  all  ways  to  do  this  is  to 
descend  to  his  level,  to  fight  the  sordid  battles  that  have 
been  his  prerogative,  to  compete  with  him  in  his  more 
material  aims  and  ambitions.  In  other  words,  the 
country  woman  is  more  likely  to  rely  upon  her  great 
power  to  inspire  with  ideals  than  upon  her  relatively 
insignificant  power  to  regulate  the  mechanism  of  ac- 
complishment. There  must  have  been  many  earnest 
women  at  the  convention  who  would  look  upon  the  suf- 
frage as  a  surrender  rather  than  as  a  victory,  as  an 
abandonment  of  the  substance  of  power  in  pursuit  of  its 
shadow. 

Then  again,  the  country  woman  attaches  a  sanctity 
to  marriage  that  tends  to  become  obsolete  in  the  city. 
She  gives  no  adhesion  to  that  new  and  odious  theory 
that  sex  is  a  mere  temporary  phase  of  a  woman's  life 
to  be  relegated  at  will  into  the  background.  She  knows 
that  political  duties  must  be  additional  and  not  substitu- 
tional, and  that  while  women  may  make  a  pretense  of 


doing  the  work  of  men,  men  can  not  even  make  the  pre- 
tense of  doing  the  essential  work  of  women.  And  she 
is  still  a  long  way  from  abandoning  her  interest  in 
marriage  and  motherhood,  or  looking  upon  them  as 
detriments  to  her  career. 

There  need  be  no  doubt  that  the  suffrage  will  have 
a  deleterious  effect  upon  the  essential  and  unshareable 
duties  of  women,  such  as  marriage  and  motherhood. 
It  is  not  the  mere  casting  of  a  vote  that  will  do  this. 
That,  in  itself,  is  nothing  and  will  do  nothing.  It  is 
the  descent  into  the  arena,  the  coarsening  effect  of  con- 
tact with  unclean  things,  the  cheapening  of  a  nature 
that  should  be  aloof  and  mysterious,  that  count.  It  is 
the  things  that  are  aloof  and  mysterious  that  consti- 
tute the  legitimate  sex  attraction,  the  attraction  that  cul- 
minates only  in  marriage.  They  are  the  things  that 
can  not  be  bought.  The  woman  who  has  put  away  her 
mystery  has  not  put  away  her  sex  nor  its  weaknesses 
— she  can  not  do  that — but  she  has  put  away  its  strength 
and  its  beauty.  All  that  is  left  of  her  sex  is  the  un- 
attractive. Small  wonder  that  men  should  ask  them- 
selves what  marriage  has  to  offer  them  that  can  not 
be  obtained  in  other  ways,  and  when  marriage  has 
ceased  to  be  desirable  to  either  sex  as  supplying  some- 
thing that  can  be  obtained  in  no  other  way  then  indeed 
we  are  on  the  broad  road  that  leads  to  social  destruction. 
It  might  be  too  much  to  assume  that  the  majority  of 
federation  delegates  are  opposed  to  the  suffrage,  but  it 
is  clear  enough  that  the  majority  regarded  the  question 
as  irrelevant  to  the  ameliorative  social  work  which  is 
their  chief  corporate  concern. 


Mr.  Johnson's  California  Programme. 

The  progressive  delegates  from  California  to  the 
National  Republican  Convention,  twenty-four  in  num- 
ber, declined  to  participate  in  the  final  proceedings  of 
that  body.  Their  recognized  leader,  Governor  John- 
son, emphasized  his  abandonment  of  the  Republican 
party  by  stalking  out  of  the  convention  hall  just  prior 
to  the  ballot  which  made  Mr.  Taft  the  presidential 
nominee.  Later  at  a  meeting  of  partisans  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt  the  progressive  delegates  from  California 
were  conspicuously  in  attendance,  and  Mr.  Johnson 
sat  as  the  presiding  officer.  With  positive  avowals 
and  with  a  parody  of  religious  ceremony,  the  Cali- 
fornia delegates  with  others  set  in  motion  an  inde- 
pendent political  movement.  "The  birth  of  a  new 
party"  was  Mr.  Johnson's  own  phrase  in  characteriza- 
tion of  this  event.  Upon  the  heels  of  it  there  came 
public  and  private  advertisement  of  the  new  movement 
as  a  separate  political  organization,  Governor  Johnson 
further  participating  to  the  extent  of  naming  a  com- 
mittee charged  with  the  duty  of  creating  machinery  for 
the  new  party.  By  acts  and  words  conclusive  and  posi- 
tive Governor  Johnson  and  his  associates  separated 
themselves  from  the  Republican  party  and  identified 
themselves  with  the  new  party.  If  there  be  any  mean- 
ing in  words,  if  there  be  any  significance  in  acts,  they 
ceased  to  be  Republicans. 

Consistency  and  good  faith  require  that  those  who 
have  abandoned  one  party  and  affiliated  themselves  with 
another  should  proceed  upon  independent  and  separate 
lines.  This  is  due  in  the  present  instance  under  posi- 
tive avowals  and  under  definite  acts  of  separation. 
They  have  an  undoubted  right  to  carry  with  them  into 
new  party  allegiance  as  many  members  of  the  Repub- 
lican party  as  they  can  induce  to  go  with  them.  But 
they  have  no  right  under  any  recognized  or  possible 
principle  of  fair  dealing,  after  leaving  the  Republican 
party,  to  make  use  of  its  name  or  its  machinery.  No 
reason,  no  sophistry,  can  justify  these  people  in  em- 
ploying the  Republican  name  and  using  the  authority  of 
rank  in  the  party  organization  previously  held  to  the 
end  of  confusing  the  party  mind  and  to  defeat  the 
party  candidate.  Rebels,  no  matter  for  what  cause, 
have  no  right  to  march  behind  a  standard  they  have 
denied  and  dishonored,  or  to  masquerade  in  a  uniform 
they  have  publicly  discarded. 

But  now  come  the  progressive  leaders  of  California 
as  the  outcome  of  a  conference  presided  over  by  Gov- 
ernor Johnson,  announcing  that  they  will  fight  the  Re- 
publican presidential  nominee  within  the  Republican 
party.  Using  their  power  as  officials  of  the  party  be- 
fore the  bolt,  they  will  designate  their  faction  as  the 
Republican  party  and  will  seek  to  name  electors  run- 
ning as  Republicans  but  pledged  to  vote,  not  for  the 
Republican  presidential  nominee,  but  for  another  yet 
to  be  named,  presumably  Mr.  Roosevelt.  Here  is  the 
plan :  The  state  convention  empowered  under  our  pre-  , 
cious  primary  law  to  name  thirteen  presidential  electors 


July  13,  1012. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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whose  names  will  go  on  the  ballot  in  November  will  be 
made  up  of  the  eight)-  state  assembly  candidates  and  the 
twenty  state  senate  candidates  who  shall  be  successful 
in  the  September  primary,  with  the  fourteen  Republican 
hold-over  senators.  The  Johnson  forces,  instead  of 
going  before  the  state  in  support  of  a  new  and  independ- 
ent party  movement,  will  present  their  candidates  as 
Republicans.  By  this  device  they  hope,  and  not  with- 
out shrewd  calculation,  to  elect  men  who  could  not  pos- 
sibly be  elected  if  they  were  to  present  themselves  in 
their  true  character  and  under  the  flag  of  revolt.  The 
scheme  is  made  practicable  by  the  fact  that  the  machin- 
ery of  the  party  which  they  have  so  pretentiously  aban- 
doned is  still  in  their  own  hands. 

Tlie  plan  is  one  of  such  intricacy  as  to  be  difficult 
of  comprehension  by  anybody  unacquainted  with  the 
mazes  of  political  organization  and  unfamiliar  with  our 
new  primary  system.  But  in  its  essentials  it  is  easily 
understandable.  A  coterie  at  the  head  of  a  party 
rebellion  plans  to  use  the  party  name  as  a  cloak  with 
which  to  disguise  anti-Republican  candidates.  Their 
scheme  is  an  electoral  ticket  under  the  Republican  name 
pledged  to  vote,  not  for  the  Republican  candidate  for 
the  presidency,  but  for  another  candidate  to  be  named 
in  opposition  to  him.  It  is  a  shameless  business,  all  the 
more  shameless  because  it  counts  upon  confusion  in  the 
public  mind  and  aims  to  take  by  stealth  and  trickery 
what  it  has  not  the  hardihood  and  honesty  to  contend 
for  in  the  field  of  open  and  honorable  political  action. 

What  is  to  be  said  respecting  the  moral  quality  of 
a  movement  in  politics,  founded  in  loud  professions  of 
morality,  protesting  against  arbitrary  procedures,  which 
nevertheless  seizes  upon  the  first  opportunity  presenting 
itself  to  advance  its  cause  by  fraud  and  trickery  in- 
volving the  breaking  of  faith  with  its  own  pretensions 
and  its  declared  principles?  Shame  upon  men  pro- 
fessing sincerity  and  morality,  who  for  the_  sake  of 
a  tactical  advantage  can  dishonor  their  professions,  put 
to  one  side  their  declared  standards,  give  the  lie  to 
every  principle  embodied  or  implied  in  their  public 
creed ! 

If  the  Johnson  programme  can  be  carried  into 
effect  as  planned,  there  will  be  no  opportunity  to 
vote  for  Mr.  Taft  in  California.  The  ticket  fraudu- 
lently calling  itself  Republican  will  be  an  anti-Taft 
ticket.  Presuming  that  Roosevelt  shall  carry  out  his 
purpose  to  be  a  candidate,  it  will  be  a  Roosevelt  ticket. 
If  the  supporters  of  Mr.  Taft  are  to  have  an  oppor- 
tunity to  vote  in  accordance  with  their  sentiments,  they 
will  be  compelled  to  institute  a  separate  political  move- 
ment under  some  name  other  than  that  of  the  party  of 
which  Mr.  Taft  is  the  nominee.  Even  this  will  be 
practically  difficult,  if  not  impossible,  for  it  will  call 
for  individual  petitions  for  thirteen  electors,  each  peti- 
tion requiring  to  be  signed  by  11,600  qualified  electors, 
none  of  whom  shall  have  voted  at  the  September  pri- 
maries or  taken  any  part  in  nominating  candidates  for 
the  state  legislature.  The  requisite  procedure,  it  will 
be  seen,  is  all  but  an  impossibility.   " 

Resenting  as  we  must  under  every  motive  of  common, 
respect  a  plan  so  dishonest  and  unmanly,  we  can 
but  reflect  that  in  the  long  run  good  may  come  out 
of  it.  It  may  require  just  such  an  instance  of  obvious 
bad  faith  and  vulgar  trickery  to  exhibit  to  the  de- 
luded partisans  of  Governor  Johnson  and  his  little  co- 
terie the  calibre  and  character  of  the  men.  It  is  an 
old  saying  that  if  you  give  a  knave  a  rope  he  will  surely 
hang  himself.  The  machinery  of  the  party  which 
Johnson  and  his  group  now  propose  to  steal  will 
surely  become  the  instrument  of  their  own  destruc- 
tion. For  it  will  show  that  the  moral  pretense,  the  pro- 
fessions of  virtue,  the  affectation  of  respect  for  popu- 
lar rights,  are  only  sham,  humbug,  and  fraud.  It  will 
exhibit  the  moral  nakedness  of  a  group  who  have  set 
themselves  up  as  men  of  light  and  leading  in  the  sphere 
of  state  politics.  t 

"Getting  Weaker." 
Gossip  in  and  about  the  City  Hall  declares  that  the 
standing  of  Mike  Casey  of  the  board  of  public  works 
is  "getting  weaker."  Precisely  what  is  meant  we  will 
not  undertake  to  define;  possibly  the  significance  of 
the  matter  is  that  Mr.  Casey's  standing  is  partaking 
of  the  general  character  of  the  municipal  administration 
— getting  weaker.  Some  four  or  five  months  ago  it 
was  demonstrated  by  definite  facts  and  figures  that  Mr. 
Casey  had  neglected  his  duties,  abused  his  trust.  It 
was  shown  by  an  official  report  that  he  had  permitted 
public  funds  aggregating  something  like  a  million  dol- 
lars to  be  wasted  or  misappropriated.  There  was  loud 
outcry,  followed  by  a  sudden  hush  which  has  only  been 


disturbed  by  an  occasional  "impertinent"  inquiry  on  the 
part  of  the  Argonaut.  Mr.  Casey,  condemned  if  not 
convicted  by  an  official  showing  of  incompetencies  and 
delinquencies,  lias  been  permitted  to  go  on  and  on  in 
spite  of  incompetencies  and  delinquencies.  It  does  not 
call  for  a  world  of  discernment  to  know  the  reason 
why.  Our  poor  little  cringing  mayor  is  afraid  of 
Mike  Casey.  For  Mike  Casey  is  the  representative 
of  organized  labor.  If  he  does  not  carry  the  vote  of 
organized  labor  in  his  inside  pocket,  he  has  contrived 
to  make  Mr.  Rolph  believe  that  he  does.  And  so  his 
incompetencies  and  delinquencies  have  been  condoned 
and  tolerated.  The  mayor  has  not  made  his  own 
"policy"  in  this  matter;  he  has  allowed  Mike  Casey  to 
do  it.  But  Mr.  Casey,  we  are  told,  is  "getting  weaker." 
However,  he  will  have  some  distance  to  go  before 
he  gets  as  weak  as  the  combination  of  cowardice 
and  vanity  which  rattles  around  in  the  mayor's  chair. 
Ex-Mayor  McCarthy  of  recent  memory  was  a  painful 
load  to  carry.  There  was  in  the  man's  character  that 
which  aroused  moral  indignation  and  resentment.  But 
withal,  Mr.  McCarthy  was  open  and  aboveboard.  He 
was  frankly  brutal,  frankly  sinister.  There  was  about 
him  a  certain  boldness  which,  if  it  could  not  be  tolerated, 
had  in  it  at  least  a  quality  which  men  respect  even  in 
those  whom  they  condemn  and  oppose.  On  the  whole, 
it  is  rather  easier  to  deal  with  a  ruffian  like  McCarthy 
than  with  a  weakling  like  Rolph,  who  combines  the 
pretensions  of  decency  and  rectitude  with  the  weakness 
of  one  who  knows  his  dutv  but  dares  not  do  it. 


Petering  Out. 

If  Mr.  Roosevelt's  word  were  still  a  thing  of  any 
value — if  it  had  not  been  broken  so  often  and  in  so 
many  ways  as  to  be  utterly  negligible — the  Argonaut 
would  be  under  moral  bond  to  withdraw  its  prophecy 
that  by  one  device  or  another  he  would  contrive  to 
crawl  out  of  an  impossible  situation.  He  still  declares 
himself  in  the  ring,  fixed  in  the  determination  to  stay 
in  it — tlie  which  may  or  may  not  be  true.  If  yes,  then 
we  shall  see  Mr.  Roosevelt  for  the  first  time  in  his 
vagarious  career  holding  fast  to  something  yielding 
no  promise,  something  uninspired  by  popular  com- 
mendation. It  will  be  an  interesting  exhibit,  that 
of  Theodore  Roosevelt  abiding  in  steadfast  faith  for 
a  period  of  consecutive  weeks  in  support  of  something 
— if  it  shall  happen.  He  may  do  it;  there  may  be  in 
the  man  elements  of  character  hitherto  unexploited. 
But  we  have  no  faith  in  his  professions.  We  believe 
this  leopard  is  too  spotted  to  change.  We  still  believe 
that  long  before  November  Mr.  Roosevelt  will  have 
withdrawn  from  a  game  in  which  he  is  a  rank  intruder 
and  wherein  he  finds  neither  the  encouragement  of  ap- 
proval or  the  hope  of  a  successful  outcome. 

In  truth  the  discouragements  are  many.  Idaho 
first  repudiated  him.  His  progressive  friends  in  Illi- 
nois gave  him  the  cold  shoulder.  Then  the  pro- 
gressivism  of  Missouri  explained  why  it  preferred 
to  remain  in  Republican  allegiance.  Then  Kansas 
could  not  see  its  way.  New  York  practically  sneered 
at  him.  Iowa  in  the  person  of  Senator  Cummins 
has  cast  him  off.  And  now  comes  progressive  Wis- 
consin and  plies  him  with  embarrassing  questions. 
Mr.  Perkins,  Mr.  Munsey,  and  others  of  his  finan- 
cial support  are  still  friendly,  but  apparently  they 
have  not  yet  succeeded  in  arranging  matters  with  Stand- 
ard Oil,  the  Steel  Trust,  the  Beef  Trust,  the  Harvester 
Trust,  and  other  sources  of  moral  exploitation  in  the 
political  sphere.  Even  Governor  Johnson,  chairman  of 
the  organization  committee  of  the  new  party  and  some- 
thing of  a  bull-moose  in  his  own  right,  has  determined 
so  far  as  his  own  state  is  concerned  to  hold  fast  to 
the  tangibilities  of  the  Republican  organization.  He  is 
willing  to  be  a  bolter  at  Chicago,  but  at  home  he  elects 
to  remain  a  Republican.  Manifestly  even  Brother  John- 
son has  not  the  courage  to  wade  out  in  honorable  con- 
formity with  his  pretensions  into  unsounded  waters. 

There  are  signs  of  weakness  in  Mr.  Roosevelt's  own 
sayings  and  doings.  He  was  going,  it  will  be  remem- 
bered, to  put  forth  his  platform  on  the  glorious  Fourth. 
But  for  some  reason  unexplained  as  yet  there  has  been 
delay.  It  will  also  be  remembered  that  there  was  going 
to  be  a  "stiff  fight  all  along  the  line."  But  now  we  are 
told  that  this  plan  has  been  abandoned.  In  states  domi- 
nated by  the  progressives  the  party  machinery  is  to 
be  captured.  There  is,  too,  some  undefined  scheme  of 
making  use  of  the  Democratic  machinery  in  certain 
Democratic  states,  although  in  just  what  way  we  have 
yet  to  learn.  Only  in  states  "hopelessly  boss-ridden" 
is  Mr.  Roosevelt  now  planning  to  launch  his  strictly 
impersonal  movement,  although  there  is  an  exception 


even  under  this  head,  since  from  motives 

lion  for  Billy  Flinn  Pennsylvania   i-   1m   i  i    -,i 

the  deal. 

In  truth  if  Mr.  Roosevelt  did  not  daily  reassure  us 
that  his  purpose  was  as  high  and  his  heart  as  undaunted 
as  ever,  we  should  be  forced  to  the  conclusion  thai  the 
great  movement  was  slowly  fizzling  out.  This  really  is 
what  is  happening.  A  political  movement  three  weeks 
old  which  has  not  gained  an  adherent,  whose  presumed 
strength  has  steadily  dissipated,  and  whose  plan  per- 
ceptibly narrows  day  by  day  is,  in  a  phrase  which  -Mr. 
Roosevelt  will  understand  in  its  full  and  beautiful  sig- 
nificance, a  cock  that  won't  fight.  Such  movements 
either  go  slam-bang  or  they  don't  go  at  all.  The  Roose- 
velt movement  has  not  gone  slam-bang.  On  the  con- 
trary it  has  gone  backward,  for  it  has  not  the  strength 
nor  even  the  pretensions  with  which  it  started. 

If  it  ever  was  a  thing  of  real  vitality,  its  mandate 
was  lost  when  the  Baltimore  convention  named  for  the 
presidency  an  ultra-progressive.  Governor  Wilson 
more  than  fills  the  measure  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  radical 
professions.  Those  who  want  to  see  our  traditional, 
historical,  and  constitutional  standards  overturned  have 
a  better  chance  to  use  their  votes  effectively  by  casting 
them  for  Wilson,  who  has  some  hopes  of  election,  than 
for  Roosevelt,  who  has  none.  Besides  everybody  is 
tired  of  Roosevelt — tired  of  his  noise,  his  pretensions, 
his  vanities,  his  bogus  morality,  and  his  quack  states- 
manship. Perhaps  at  this  writing  he  could  do  nothing 
so  pleasing  to  the  country — even  to  his  own  supporters 
— as  to  quietly  and  as  decently  as  possible  retire  from 
the  public  view.  , 

The  Hazard  of  Haste. 

In  their  way,  the  two  railway  accidents  of  the  week 
are  as  terrible  as  was  the  loss  of  the  Titanic.  In  one, 
more  than  a  hundred  persons  were  involved,  of  whom 
half  were  instantly  crushed  to  death.  In  the  other  the 
death-roll  was  twenty-two,  with  many  more  maimed  for 
life.  In  each  case  somebody  charged  with  a  particular 
duty  had  failed  either  to  understand  or  correctly  to 
interpret  definite  orders.  It  was  not  the  breakdown  of 
tracks  or  of  machinery  that  wrought  disaster,  but  fail- 
ure in  the  human  element.  Railroad  managers  put 
the  blame  on  the  infirmity  of  the  human  mind,  on  this 
score  disclaiming  responsibility.  It  is  not  given  to 
man,  they  say,  to  know  when  somebody  may  fail  at  the 
point  of  his  duty.  Accidents,  they  declare,  must  now 
and  again  occur,  since  while  tracks  and  machines  may 
be  brought  to  approximate  perfection,  the  human  factor 
is  and  must  always  be  subject  to  incalculable  and  un- 
foreseeable aberrations.  There  is  presumption,  possibly, 
in  going  behind  or  beyond  the  findings  of  experts,  yet 
we  can  not  smother  the  conviction  that  the  accidents 
of  the  week,  and  many  another,  with  their  terrible 
harvests  of  death  and  suffering,  might  have  been 
avoided  by  rules  definitely  limiting  the  speed  of  rail- 
way trains.  Furious  haste  is  in  many  obvious  ways 
hazardous.  It  puts  a  terrific  strain  upon  machinery 
and  tracks.  It  makes  disaster  certain  in  the  case  of 
any  break  in  machinery.  It  puts,  too,  a  demoralizing 
burden  upon  the  human  factor  in  the  case,  tending  at 
critical  moments  to  confuse  the  mind,  to  destroy  cau- 
tion, to  paralyze  action.  Again,  under  the  principle  of 
momentum,  it  makes  each  fast-moving  train  within  itself 
an  instrument  of  destruction.  The  traveling  public  is 
declared  to  be  itself  to  blame,  since  it  insists  upon  fast 
and  faster  service  and  will  be  content  with  none  other. 
Many  railroads  have  undertaken  individually  to  put  the 
speed  of  their  trains  under  the  limitations  of  relative 
safety,  only  to  find  that  the  policy  of  caution  transfers 
their  business  to  rival  roads  maintaining  a  faster 
service.  If  this  be  so — if  the  public  will  penalize  a 
railroad  which  puts  considerations  of  safety  above 
speed — then  regulation  of  this  feature  of  our  trans- 
portation service  would  appear  a  proper  subject  for 
public  action.  If  the  Interstate  Commerce  Commission 
and  the  state  railway  commissions  have  not  already 
power  to  take  action  in  a  matter  so  vital,  then  surely 
such  authority  should  be  given  them.  We  suspect  that 
the  railroads  themselves  would  welcome  the  restraining 
hand,  provided  it  could  be  applied  impartially,  but 
whether  they  would  welcome  it  or  not.  it  ought  to  lie 
applied.  At  any  rate  the  whole  matter  is  one  proper 
for  exhaustive  inquiry.  If  there  was  justification  for 
congressional  action  in  the  case  of  the  Titanic,  surely 
the  same  principle  should  be  sufficient  to  authorize  in- 
quiry into  the  ever-recurring  and  tragic  incidents  of 
railway  operation. 

A  newly  reported  landslide  in  the  Culebra  cut  may 
delay  the  canal  opening  to  1915. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  13,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


ug  is  more  remarkable  than  nature's  willingness  to 
give  us  whatever  we  need,  as  soon  as  we  need  it  enough  to 
search  for  it.  For  example,  some  kind  of  artificial  rubber 
has  become  essential  to  the  automobile  trade,  and  now  Pro- 
fessor W.  H.  Perkin  announces  that  we  may  have  it  for  the 
insignificant  price  of  60  cents  a  pound.  There  is  no  secret 
about  its  preparation.  Many  years  ago  it  was  known  that 
pure  rubber  could  be  made  by  passing  the  vapor  turpentine 
through  a  hot  tube  and  steeping  the  resultant  in  dilute  hydro- 
chloric acid.  But  the  process  was  too  costly  and  too  uncer- 
tain, but  Professor  Perkin  tells  us  that  these  difficulties  have 
been  removed  by  the  use  of  acetone  and  sodium.  The  whole 
operation  is  minutely  described,  but  it  need  not  be  set  down 
here,  as  it  is  not  quite  so  simple  that  we  can  expect  to  make 
our  own  automobile  tires.  Moreover,  it  is  attended  by  bad 
smells  and  poisonous  compounds.  But  the  thing  is  prac- 
ticable. It  has  been  done,  and  we  are  a  step  nearer  to  the 
recognition  that  whatever  nature  makes  in  her  great  labora- 
tories man  can  imitate  in  his  small  ones. 


The  reductio  ad  absurdum  is  soon  reached  wherever  a  work- 
man's compensation  law  is  in  operation.  Germany  found  long 
ago  that  her  intended  benevolence  was  producing  something 
like  class"  degeneration,  and  now  England  is  in  a  fair  way 
to  make  the  same  discovery.  Of  this  we  have  an  illustration 
in  a  case  recently  tried  in  London  and  reported  casually  as 
a  news  item  without  special  interest.  A  widow  claimed  com- 
pensation for  the  death  of  her  husband,  who  had  contracted 
copper  poison  as  a  result  of  his  occupation,  which  -was  to 
collect  pennies  from  slot  machines.  There  would  have  been 
no  danger  but  for  the  victim's  habit  of  twisting  his  moustache 
and  so  bringing  his  copper-impregnated  fingers  into  the  prox- 
imity of  his  mouth.  Had  he,  or  had  he  not,  a  right  to  twist 
his  moustache?  If  he  had  a  right  to  do  so  he  was  entitled 
to  compensation,  and  this  knotty  point  was  reserved  for  the 
consideration  of  the  House  of  Lords.  Both  in  England  and 
in  Germany  it  is  now  more  profitable  for  a  workman  to  meet 
with  an  accident  than  to  remain  uninjured  and  the  consequent 
result  upon  morals  may  be  left  to  the  imagination. 


A  new  book  by  Lucien  Wolf  explains  the  precise  status  of 
the  Russian  Jew.  The  abomination  of  desolation  that  it  por- 
trays need  not  be  enlarged  upon  here,  but  there  is  one  point 
that  may  be  quoted-  as  an  illustration  of  the  whole  stinking 
mass.  Only  one  class  of  Jew  is  allowed  full  liberty  of  motion. 
Prostitutes  may  live  where  they  please,  and  a  certificate  of 
prostitution  is  a  passport  everywhere.  Jewesses,  anxious  to 
attend  the  universities,  have  been  known  to  apply  to  the 
police  for  these  certificates  and  they  have  then  been  prose- 
cuted for  their  failure  to  pursue  the  indicated  trade.  Either 
they  must  be  prostitutes  or  they  must  return  to  the  pale. 
It  seems  strange  that  a  divine  power  that  was  comparatively 
so  stringent  in  the  days  of  Sodom  and  Gomorrah  should  now 
be  so  complacent  in  the  case  of  Holy  Russia. 


Let  us  be  duly  thankful  for  a  scintillation  of  common  sense 
from  Dr.  W.  Horace  Haskins,  whose  medical  fame  in  Phila- 
delphia has  been  well  earned  and  well  deserved.  Dr.  Haskins 
tells  that  hydrophobia  is  a  very  rare  disease  and  that  "nearly 
every  case"  of  so-called  hydrophobia  is  merely  lyssophobia 
or  a  disease  of  the  mind.  That  is  to  say  the  victim  is  placed 
in  a  state  of  expectation,  and  to  expect  a  disease  is  to 
invite  it.  Dr.  Haskins  tells  us  that  he  knows  personally  of 
nine  -men  who  were  bitten  by  dogs  unquestionably  mad. 
They  had  no  other  treatment  than  cleanliness  and  an  assur- 
ance of  safety,  and  of  course  there  were  no  ill  results.  The 
bite  of  a  dog,  adds  Dr.  Haskins,  is  no  more  dangerous  than 
the  scratch  of  a  pin,  and  even  if  the  dog  is  mad  the  danger 
is  very  remote.  From  this  it  would  seem  that  the  mention 
of  the  word  hydrophobia  or  the  suggestion  of  the  idea  to  a 
person  who  has  been  bitten  by  a  dog  ought  to  be  a  crime 
punishable  by  crucifixion.  The  ordinary  death  penalty  is  quite 
inadequate,  Whether  the  criminal  be  a  doctor  or  an  acquaint- 
ance.   

William  T.  Stead  left  property  of  the  value  of  $65,000, 
including  a  substantial  life  insurance,  certainly  not  a  fortune 
for  "ne  of  the  most  successful  men  of  the  day,  the  owner 
of  the  Review  of  Reviews  of  London  and  Australia  and  part 
proprietor  of  the  American  Review  of  Reviews.  There  need 
bi:  no  question  that  Mr.  Stead  could  have  made  far  more 
money  than  this  if  his  idea  of  success  had  been  of  the  finan- 
cial kind.  He  was  one  of  those  who  were  called  upon  to 
se  between  fortune  and  influence,  and  he  chose  influence. 
And  very  few  men  had  more  of  it.  In  spite  of  some  curious 
aberrations  he  knew  no  other  test  of  public  questions  than 
tint  of  right  and  wrong.  The  idea  of  diplomacy  in  matters 
of  principle  was  abhorrent  to  him,  and  although  it  would  be 
a  mistake  t<>  underrate  his  unusual  journalistic  abilities,  he 
owed  his  influence  not  so  much  to  them  as  to  his  unswerving 
journalistic    conscience.  

Mr.  Bernard  Shaw  has  a'.lowcd  us  to  glance  into  his  mental 
workshop  where  the  wheels  go  round.  He  tells  us  frankly  that 
he  is  inspired,  which  we  knew  already,  although  we  were  not 
sure  as  to  the  source  of  the  inspiration.  He  does  not  tell  us 
why  he  is  inspired  nor  how,  but  of  the  fact  he  has  no  doubt. 
"I  am  pushed,"  he  says,  "by  a  natural  need  to  set  to  work 
to  write  down  conversations  that  come  into  my  head  unac- 
countahly.  At  first  1  hardly  know  the  speakers,  and  can  not 
find  names  for  them.  Then  they  become  more  and  more  fa- 
oniliar  and  1  learn  their  names.  Finally,  I  come  to  knov. 
them  very  well  and  discover  what  it  is  they  are  driving  at 
and  why  it  is  they  have  said  and  done  the  things  1  have  been 
moved  to  set  down."  This  testimony  is  a  curious  one  from 
(he  psychology  al  point  of  view,  but  there  is  no  reason  to  dis- 
credit   it.     Other    writers,    and   painters,    too,    have   described 


their  processes  in  a  similar  way.  William  Blake  was  posi- 
tive and  emphatic  in  describing  himself  as  a  mere  amanuensis, 
writing  down  the  words  that  were  audibly  spoken  to  him,  and 
he  painted  in  the  same  way,  from  a  model  set  before  his 
eyes  and  visible  to  him  alone.  Rodin,  the  French  sculptor, 
gave  his  assent  lo  the  same  idea  of  models  visible  to  the  eye 
of  the  artist.  Dickens  said  that  his  characters  were  actually 
visible  and  audible  to  him,  and  it  will  be  remembered  that 
"Kubla  Khan"  was  dictated  to  Coleridge  while  he  slept.  This 
sort  of  artistic  clairvoyance  and  clairaudience  might  well  en- 
gage the  attention  of  some  of  our  phenomenal  psychologists, 
who  often  employ  their  time  on  less  worthy  material. 


Queen  Wilhelmina's  claim  to  have  French  blood  in  her 
veins  through  her  descent  from  Admiral  Coligny  is  disputed 
by  a  genealogist,  who  points  out  that  the  direct  descendants 
of  William  the  Silent  and  his  fourth  wife,  Louise  de  Coligny, 
were  the  hereditary  General  Stattholders  Frederic  Henry,  his 
son,  William  II,  and  the  latter's  son,  William  III.  This  last- 
named,  married  to  Mary,  daughter  of  James  II,  died  as  King 
of  England  and  Stattholder  of  the  Netherlands  in  1702  with- 
out issue.  In  England  he  was  succeeded  by  Queen  Anne, 
Mary's  younger  sister,  and  in  the  Netherlands  by  his  next 
of  kin,  William  IV,  Stattholder  of  Finland,  and  Geldern, 
Prince  of  Nassau-Dief,  a  direct  descendant  of  Prince  John 
of  Nassau-Dillenburg,  second  brother  of  William  the  Silent. 
The  present  dynasty  of  Holland,  and  therefore  Queen  Wil- 
helmina,  is  described  in  the  direct  line  from  this  Nassau-Dief 
branch,  but  not  in  the  direct  line  from  William  the  Silent  and 
Louise  de  Coligny,  whose  direct  succession,  and  with  it  its 
French  blood,  became  extinct  with  the  death  of  William  III. 
On  the  other  hand,  says  the  same  authority,  there  is  no  doubt 
whatever  about  the  direct  descent  from  Louise  de  Coligny, 
and  therefore  about  the  French  blood  flowing  in  the  veins 
of  William  II,  German  emperor,  for  he  descends  in  the  direct 
male  line  from  the  marriage  of  the  Great  Elector  of  Branden- 
burg with  Princess  Louise  Henriette  of  Orange,  daughter  of 
the  famous  Stattholder  Frederick  Henry,  only  son  of  William 
the   Silent   and   Louise  de   Coligny. 


The  London  Daily  Chronicle  points  out  a  curious  coinci- 
dence, but  without  giving  the  source  of  its  information.  Sen- 
ator Smith,  who  presided  over  the  American  inquiry  into  the 
wreck  of  the  Titanic,  has  the  habit  of  keeping  favorite  scraps 
of  poetry  in  his  pocket-book.  For  nineteen  years  he  has 
carried  with  him  the  following  stanza  from  a  poem  by  A.  T. 
Quiller-Couch : 

Then    she,    the    stricken    hull, 
The  doomed,  the  beautiful, 
Proudly  to   Fate  abased 
Her  brow  titanic. 
Praise   now   her   multitude, 
Who,   nursed   in    fortitude, 
Fell  in  on  deck  and  faced 
Death  without  panic. 

Coincidence  has  many  things  to  answer  for,  and  if  it  were 
not  so  trite  we  should  be  tempted  to  say  that  there  are  more 
things  in  heaven  and  earth  than  are  dreamed  of  in  our 
philosophy.  

Speaking  of  maritime  disasters,  we  have  been  so  engrossed 
with  the  wreck  of  the  Titanic  as  to  overlook  the  loss  of  the 
P.  &  O.  liner  Oceana,  The  vessel  was  in  collision,  but  al- 
though the  weather  was  moderate  and  the  ship  floated  for 
six  hours  eight  passengers  were  drowned.  The  Board  of 
Trade  inquiry  has  called  forth  the  opinion  that  there  would 
have  been  no  loss  of  life  if  the  crew  had  been  composed  of 
white  men  -instead  of  Lascars.  •  Not  a  single  Lascar  did  a 
stroke  of  work  after  the  accident.  The  sense  of  fatalism 
paralyzed  them,  as  it  always  does  in  an  emergency.  Lascars 
are  employed  because  they  work  for  nominal  wages  and  are 
content  to  live  on  a  little  rice.  It  will  be  safe  to  say  that 
nothing  will  be  done  to  discourage  a  practice  found  to  be 
economical  to  the  ship-owners.  What  are  the  lives  of  half 
a  dozen  passengers  compared  with  a  dividend? 


We  have  been  so  often  told  that  the  whale  fisheries  are 
now  extinct  that  we  learn  with  surprise  that  20,000  whales 
were  captured  last  year  in  the  waters  of  South  Georgia,  South 
Shetland,  South  America,  and  Africa  and  that  other  fishing 
fields  yielded  substantial  catches.  Who  would  have  thought 
that  there  were  so  many  whales?  But  we  are  assured  that 
in  a  few  years'  time  there  will  be  no  whales  left,  thanks  to 
the  use  of  the  deadly  harpoon  gun.  The  rorqual  whale  was 
safe  under  the  old  system.  He  was  too  swift  and  too  fierce 
to  approach  in  boats,  but  he  is  easily  conquered  by  the  harpoon 
fired  out  of  a  gun  from  the  deck  of  a  ship.  The  whale  is  not 
exactly  a  lovable  animal,  but  it  seems  a  pity  that  he  should 
be  exterminated,  especially  as  we  were  under  the  impression 
that   he   was  already   exterminated. 


The  Camorra  trial  has  been  productive  of  many  surprises, 
but  none  more  sensational  than  the  plea  of  the  accused  that 
they  be  spared  the  oratory  of  their  own  advocate.  After  the 
lawyer,  Lioy,  had  been  speaking  for  ten  days  one  of  the 
caged  prisoners  sprang  to  his  feet  and  exclaimed :  "Your 
excellency,  my  fellow-prisoners  and  myself  were  five  years 
in  gaol  awaiting  trial.  This  trial  has  already  extended  over 
a  couple  of  years,  during  which  three  of  our  number  have 
languished  and  died.  Every  one  of  us  behind  these  steel  bars 
is  wrecked  in  health,  and  if  the  trial  lasts  much  longer  none 
of  us  will  survive  to  hear  the  verdict  of  the  jury.  Lawyer 
Lioy  has  been  a  true  benefactor  to  us ;  but  we  implore,  for 
the  love  of  God,  that  he  abridge  his  oration.  We  have  all 
come  to  the  end  of  our  powers  of  .resistance."  It  is  strange 
that  any  man  should  believe  that  a  cause  can  be  advanced  by 
so  prodigious  a  speech  as  this.  Even  the  Recording  Angel 
with  exclusive  sources  of  information,  would  have  somewhat 
less  to  say.  The  effect  on  the  average  juryman  must  be  one 
of  resentful  exasperation.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryk. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


A  New  Form  of  Bolt. 
The  Republican  candidates  for  presidential  elector  in  Kan- 
sas, California,  and  several  other  states  were  nominated  pri- 
marily as  Roosevelt  men,  and  the  party  organization  in  those 
states  refuses  to  recognize  Taft  as  the  Republican  candidate. 
Should  these  men  be  elected  and  vote  for  Roosevelt  in  the 
Electoral  College,  it  will  be  the  first  case  on  record  of  a  bolt 
from  the  party  nominee  by  a  presidential  elector. — Portland 
Oregonian.  

The  Right  to  Laugh. 
We   may   all   reserve   the    right   to    laugh    when   the    Colonel 
once  again  mounts  the  stump  and  shrilly  attacks  Mr.  Taft  as 
representing  the  iniquities  of  "big  business." — Springfield  Re- 
publican,   

Bull  Moose  or  Wild  Boar? 
Mr.  Roosevelt  recently  dubbed  himself  a  bull  moose.  Per- 
haps, though,  he  is  more  nearly  related  to  the  wild  boar, 
or,  at  any  rate,  to  some  beast  of  the  jungle  which  concerns 
itself  little  about  heaven  or  earth  and  follows  blindly  the  dic- 
tates of  its  passions  and  instincts.  .  .  .  There  is  certainly 
nothing  more  commonplace  in  the  world  than  the  Rooseveltian 
philosophy.  He  emits  the  most  utter  banalities  whenever  he 
attempts  to  soar  from  practical  questions  into  the  realm  of 
higher  generalities.  Mr.  Roosevelt's  doctrine  of  the  strenuous 
life  is  an  uncommonly  common  production,  to  say  nothing  of 
his  mediocre  hunting  yarns — this  grand-stand  portrayal  of  his 
own  courage  as  an  example  lo  the  youth  and  manhood  of  the 
rest  of  the  world,  this  masquerade  of  the  side-show  cowboy, 
this  poor  illustration  snatched  from  the  pages  of  some  cheap 
edition   of   "The    Leather    Stocking   Tales." — Berlin    Tageblatt. 


The  Objective  Point. 
The   objective  point   of  Mr.    Bryan   and   the   objective   point 
of  Mr.  Roosevelt,  whether  they  know  it,  or  believe  it,  or  not, 
is  socialism  pure  and  simple. — Louisville  Courier-Journal. 


"A  Plebiscitary  Caesarism." 
The  world,  even  though  so  ready  to  take  the  pushful  at 
their  own  value,  is  beginning  to  ask  what  substance  there 
was  in  all  the  verbosity  of  those  interminable  harangues.  One 
thing  is  clear — that  when  in  office  the  reformer  was  ready 
enough  to  accept  the  help  of  bosses  and  their  organizations 
when  he  desired  a  victory  at  the  polls.  ...  If  the  Ameri- 
can people  accept  Roosevelt's  programme  or  anything  like  it 
and  put  Roosevelt  at  the  White  House  to  carry  it  through, 
instead  of  the  American  Constitution  we  shall  have  a  plebisci- 
tary Caesarism.  This  would  be  entirely  in  accordance  with 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  manner  of  comporting  himself  when  in 
power. — London  Saturday  Review. 


Too  Grotesque  for  Toleration. 
Intelligent  people  must,  in  the  calmer  moments  which  are 
coming,  perceive  that  a  campaign  professedly  against  trusts 
and  monopoly  and  the  selfish  interest  of  individuals  which 
is  kept  alive  by  the  resources  of  the  chairman  of  the  finance 
committee  of  the  Harvester  Trust  is  too  grotesque  to  com- 
mand the  toleration  of  serious  men.  In  that  cause  the  money 
of   George   W.   Perkins   stinks. — Arew   York    Tribune. 


Principle  Subordinated  to  Self. 
Of  course,  the  outcry  against  bosses  and  the  interests  can 
only  be  regarded  as  an  absurdity  in  view  of  the  fact  that 
such  men  as  Flinn,  Gary,  Perkins,  Ward,  Littauer.  and  Lyon 
were  supporters  of  Mr.  Roosevelt.  If  the  third-termer  had 
really  been  desirous  of  advancing  the  progressive  movement 
he  could  have  accomplished  more  by  throwing  the  weight  of 
his  personality  to  La  Follette,  Cummins,  Hadley,  Borah,  or 
some  other  of  the  real  progressive  leaders.  Probably  he 
could  have  brought  about  the  nomination  of  one  of  these  men. 
As  it  was  he  subordinated,  as  he  has  ever  done,  principle  to 
self.  Such  is  the  origin  of  this  bolting  party — Indianapolis 
Nezvs.        .  

One  and  Only  Spontaneous  Candidate. 
The  colonel  is  quite  right  in  denying  that  the  Baltimore 
convention  can  ever  nominate  a  real  progressive  candidate. 
A  convention  that  waits  three  days  before  it  makes  up  its 
mind  to  be  progressive  holds  no  appeal  for  the  colonel,  who 
notoriously  never  hesitated  a  moment  in  aligning  himself  with 
the  progressive  cause.  Deliberate  conversion  smacks  too  much 
of  the  bad  old  days  when  the  conduct  of  politicians  was  apt 
to  have  a  selfish  motive  behind  it.  Spontaneity  is  what  the 
new  age  demands,  and  no  greater  authority  on  the  spontaneous 
can  be  found  than  the  expert  of  Oyster  Bay.  He  has  just 
finished  yielding  reluctantly,  and  unsuccessfully,  to  a  spon- 
taneous public  demand,  and  is  spontaneously  weighing  the 
chances  of  giving  himself  a  spontaneous  nomination  of  his 
own,  and,  to  help  him  make  up  his  mind,  he  is  spontaneously 
watching  for  the  results  of  the  Baltimore  convention. — New 
York  Evening  Post.  

Causes  of  Roosevelt's  Defeat. 
The  methods  adopted  by  the  Roosevelt  managers  in  having 
Roosevelt  appear  in  Chicago  and  the  bulldozing  methods  of 
Heney  and  Governor  Johnson  had  more  to  do  with  the  defeat 
of  Roosevelt  than  anything  else.  In  my  opinion  Hadley,  Cum- 
mins, or  La  Follette  could  have  been  nominated  if  Roosevelt 
had  released  his  delegates  and  asked  them  to  vote  for  any 
one  of  the  "dark  horses,"  but  the  colonel  wouldn't  do  this. 
He  forced  the  delegates  to  sit  in  the  convention  and  not  vote, 
fearing  that  if  they  voted  for  any  other  progressive  candidate 
enough  delegates  would  go  along  to  nominate,  thereby  de- 
priving him  of  the  opportunity  of  crying  "thief"  in  organizing 
a  third  party  with  himself  as  nominee. — Delegate  Ralph  Wil- 
liams of  Oregon   in  an  interview. 


The  alligator-skin  business  of  the  world  is  controlled 
by  a  firm  in  Newark,  New  Jersey,  which  buys  SO  to 
90  per  cent  of  the  American  production.  It  is  signifi- 
cant that  the  sudden  supply  of  30,000  allfgator  skins  per 
year  from  Colombia  finds  such  a  ready  market  in  the 
United  States  that  they  have  invariably  been  purchased 
upon  arrival  at  New  York,  on  presentation  of  the 
shipping  documents,  even  before  unloading  the  cargo. 

It  is  a  curious  fact  that  in  the  Bahama  Islands,  which 
were  settled  more  than  two  hundred  years  ago  by  Lon- 
doners,  the   Cockney   dialect   is   as   strong   as   it   is   in 

Cheapside. 

^»m 

Prussians  have  taken  the  lead  in  proposing  a  peace 
monument  at  Waterloo  as  a  symbol  of  the  horrors  of  p 
war  and  the  blessedness  of  amity  among  civilized  people. 


July  13,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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ROYAL  ASCOT. 


The  Midway  Race  Meeting  of  the  London  Season. 


On  an  August  night  nigh  two  hundred  and  one 
years  ago  Presto  took  from  under  his  pillow  that 
section  of  his  daily  journal  headed  "Letter  the  Twenty- 
Seventh"  and  jotted  down  a  few  more  lines  for  Stella 
and  his  other  "naughty  girl."  He  told  how  the  vice- 
chamberlain  had  lent  him  horses  to  ride  about  the  coun- 
try near  Windsor,  how  he  had  taken  the  air  in  noble 
company,  and  then  added :  "We  saw  a  place  they  have 
made  for  a  famous  horse-race  tomorrow,  where  the 
queen  will  come,"  and  a  few  lines  later  informed  his 
"dearest  MD"  that  "much  company"  was  arriving  on 
the  morrow  to  see  the  race.  Presto  was,  of  course, 
Jonathan  Swift,  the  queen  of  his  journal  was  the  Anne 
of  British  history,  and  the  "place"  then  newly  made 
was  the  course  on  Ascot  Heath  now  illustrious  in  the 
annals  of  the  turf. 

"Much  company"  in  the  society  sense  of  the  term  is 
still  the  chief  distinction  of  that  race  meeting  which  is 
held  midway  in  the  London  season.  The  "sports"  of 
London,  the  horsey  men  who  are  learned  in  the  lore  of 
"two  to  one  bar  one,"  the  gamblers  whose  interest  in 
stables  and  grooms  and  jockeys  and  colts  is  limited  to 
the  odds  they  represent — such  fungi  of  the  community 
does  not  flourish  either  at  Royal  Ascot  or  Glorious 
Goodwood.  It  is  on  Epsom  Downs  or  on  the  New- 
market course  that  the  tipster  and  his  tribe  gather  most 
thickly  to  display  their  flashy  costumes  and  common 
manners;  at  Ascot  and  Goodwood  the  racing  is  second 
in  importance  to  social  reunions  and  fashionable  rivalry. 
True,  the  sporting  leaders  do  not  miss  either  function; 
such  lights  of  the  British  turf  as  Lord  Rosebery  and 
the  Earl  of  Derby  would  rather  ignore  a  session  of 
.the  House  of  Lords  than  an  Ascot  meeting,  and  those 
experts  in  horseflesh  are  naturally  adepts  in  all  equine 
"points" ;  but  the  proportion  of  Ascot  promenaders  who 
can  distinguish  between  a  fetlock  and  a  pastern  is  an 
inconsiderable  quantity. 

In  a  sense,  indeed,  Ascot  is  as  exclusive  as  a  Buck- 
ingham Palace  levee.  It  is  as  much  the  goal  of  the  social 
climber  as  a  state  ball  or  the  entree  of  a  "set."  And 
what  intrigue  can  not  accomplish  in  securing  admission 
to  the  royal  enclosure  of  that  select  race  meeting  wealth 
may  achieve  by  stealthy  methods.  This  year,  indeed, 
the  meeting  has  actually  been  made  the  occasion  of  a 
legal  injunction,  for  Viscount  Churchill,  who  super- 
vises admission  to  the  enclosure  in  behalf  of  the  king, 
was  given  power  to  curb  the  activity  of  an  unnamed 
woman  who  had  been  detected  trafficking  in  the  tickets 
and  badges  which  are  the  open  sesame  to  that  sacred 
lawn.  It  seems  that  the  method  of  procedure  is  for 
the  aspirant  to  make  a  formal  application  for  a  ticket, 
and  that  such  ticket  is  only  issued  when  the  applicant 
has  been  "approved."  And  then  the  ticket  is  exchanged 
for  a  badge  which  is  more  coveted  than  the  Victoria 
Cross. 

Between  the  paddock  and  the  grandstand  lawn  and 
the  royal  enclosure  Ascot  is  a  bewildering  and  some- 
what depressing  place  for  the  person  untrained  in  the 
etiquette  of  society.  He  would  never  know  when  he 
was  trespassing  save  for  the  stately  guardians  of  the 
royal  preserve.  In  their  quaint  livery  of  green  plush 
coats  and  silk  hats,  with  a  plenitude  of  gold  braid  on 
collars  and  cuffs  and  hats,  they  are  sufficiently  formid- 
able to  the  retiring  visitor;  but  they  are  also  so  lynx 
of  eye  and  austere  of  manner  that  none  save  a  genuine 
peer  or  an  obdurate  social  climber  would  dare  challenge 
their  official  scrutiny. 

Those  gorgeous  descendants  of  Cerebus  are  at  their 
best  on  Gold  Cup  day.  For  that  is  the  day  of  Ascot. 
Whoever  misses  the  race  for  the  King's  Gold  Vase  or 
the  struggle  for  the  Hunt  Cup,  the  other  two  notable 
trophies  of  the  meeting,  no  one  ambitious  of  social  dis- 
tinction can  afford  to  be  absent  on  Gold  Cup  day. 
Apart  from  the  stakes,  the  cup  is  distinctly  worth  add- 
ing to  one's  racing  trophies,  while  the  honor  of  being 
a  Gold  Cup  winner  has  been  much  sought  after  since 
King  Edward  as  Prince  of  Wales  had  his  colors  car- 
ried to  victory  by  the  famous  Persimmon.  It  is  a  cup 
with  a  history,  too,  for  it  was  first  offered  in  1807  and 
has  been  competed  for  every  year  since  without  a 
break. 

Besides,  Gold  Cup  day  is  distinguished  by  that  state 
procession  which  gives  Ascot  its  right  to  the  name  of 
"Royal."  Even  that  function  is  drawing  nigh  to  its  cen- 
tenary, for  it  was  in  1820  that  the  fourth  and  the  most 
inglorious  of  the  Georges  set  the  precedent  which  the 
fifth  of  that  name  followed  on  Thursday  with  spectacu- 
lar effect.  Indeed,  the  royal  procession  on  Gold  Cup 
day  at  Ascot  is  one  of  the  most  picturesque  sights  of 
the  London  season.  Its  setting  is  nature's  own,  and 
nature  at  her  best,  for  its  progress  from  the  stately 
walls  of  Windsor  Castle  is  through  the  Great  Forest 
of  that  royal  abode,  along  the  tree-lined  and  grassy 
avenues,  and  out  into  the  wider  spaces  of  Ascot  Heath. 
Eight  state  landaus  drawn  by  splendid  bays  carry  the 
king  and  queen  and  their  favored  guests,  and  the  mod- 
ern fashions  of  those  high  dames  and  their  noble  escorts 
accentuate  the  old-time  costumes  of  the  scarlet-coated 
outriders  and  the  postilions  in  Ascot  livery. 

On  the  race-course  itself,  too,  the  royal  box  is  a  wel- 
come variant  to  the  usually  gaunt  race-track  stand.  Its 
-ivy-clad  walls  are  decidedly  more  picturesque  than 
painted  lumber,  while  its  balconies  are  white  woodwork 
entwined  with  roses,  and  geraniums  and  marguerite 
daisies  added  notes  of  gay  color  to  the  picture.  And 
lawn    and    paddock    and    royal    enclosure    presented 


throughout  the  golden  summer  afternoon  a  constantly 
changing  scene  of  fashion  and  beauty.  With  its  bright 
display  of  summer  frocks  the  paddock  indeed  resembled 
a  huge  garden  of  waving  color.  There  were  some 
freak  toilettes,  of  course,  for  the  social  climber  has  a 
weakness  for  primary  colors,  and  gold  slippers  and 
lizard  leather  shoes  with  stockings  to  match  tripped 
across  the  lawn  here  and  there,  but  in  the  bulk  the 
satins  and  hand-painted  chiffons  and  the  whipcord  and 
the  lace  gauzes  and  embroidered  ninons  were  of  shades 
and  cut  beyond  reproach.  Black  and  white  costumes 
seemed  high  in  favor,  but  lavenders  and  pale  pinks  and 
cool  lime  greens  were  much  in  evidence.  The  men,  too, 
i '  '  their  best  to  provide  suitable  foils  for  their  grace- 
ful companions,  and  for  once  King  George  wore  a 
black  frock  coat  which  was  an  admirable  fit. 

Of  the  chief  figure  of  the  day  it  must  suffice  to  say 
that  if  he  did  not  enjoy  the  proceedings  he  successfully 
disguised  the  fact.  In  his  greetings  of  his  friends,  in 
his  acknowledgment  of  the  salutations  of  the  crowd, 
and  in  his  manner  of  watching  the  sport  he  followed 
the  King  Edward  traditions  to  a  hair.  In  short,  as 
King  George  has  taken  up  the  task  of  imitating  his 
father  as  patron  of  the  turf  he  is  carrying  through  the 
business  as  a  part  of  the  duty  of  his  position.  Perhaps 
he  would  much  rather  spend  his  time  in  the  "bosom 
of  his  family."  and  perhaps  the  queen  would  find  greater 
enjoyment  in  knitting  stockings  or  checking  household 
accounts,  but  they  at  least  deserve  the  credit  of  tackling 
the  duty  of  the  day  with  as  much  zest  as  though  it  were 
a  pleasure  of  their  own  choosing. 

But  as  an  owner  of  race-horses  the  king  can  not  com- 
mand his  father's  achievements.  His  colors  did  come 
in  third  in  one  race,  but  in  all  the  other  events  he  was 
able  to  sympathize  with  such  veterans  of  the  turf  as 
Lord  Rosebery,  the  Earl  of  Derby,  and  F.  Jay  Gould, 
who  had  to  be  content  with  the  "also  ran"  distinction. 
America  had  a  small  share  in  the  victory  of  Prince 
Palatine  in  the  Gold  Cup  race,  for  the  horse  was  ridden 
by  the  Franco-American  jockey  O'Neill.  That  fact  also 
saved  the  entente  from  getting  a  nasty  jar,  for  a  French 
horse,  Basse  Pointe,  had  been  entered  for  the  event. 
And  so  the  "Royal"  meeting  closed  in  great  content  to 
all,  and  especially  to  the  ladies  who  had  borne  so  large 
a  share  in  brightening  the  picture.  And  they  renewed 
their  triumphs  on  the  Thames  on  Sunday,  Ascot  Sun- 
day as  it  is  called,  for  the  toilettes  which  had  dazzled 
all  eyes  on  the  heath  won  new  triumphs  from  the 
launches  and  punts  and  skiffs  and  canoes  which  bore 
the  fair  heroines  through  the  reaches  of  Boulter's  Lock. 
And  there  democracy  had  its  turn,  for  the  sides  of 
Boulter's  Lock  are  as  free  to  the  poorest  clerk  as  to 
the  richest  peer.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  June  25,  1912. 


The  ideal  steeldust  polo  pony  travels  close  to  the 
ground  "with  a  roll  like  a  hoop"  (says  a  writer  in  the 
New  York  Evening  Post).  The  thoroughbred,  on  the 
contrary,  is  a  long-striding  brute  who  lifts  its  legs  a 
trifle  high  in  the  air.  Some  years  ago  there  were  from 
500  to  600  ponies  brought  to  the  Hempstead  Plains  mar- 
ket every  year  between  March  1  and  April  30.  Today 
about  one-half  that  number  are  sold  there  for  use  in 
polo  playing.  The  average  price  of  a  good  pony  is 
$1500.  A  great  number  of  slightly  inferior  stock  are 
sold  for  hack  use  at  prices  ranging  from  $500  to  $750. 
The  horses  are  picked  up  in  Texas  mostly,  at  various 
points  in  the  state,  at  all  sorts  of  prices,  and  under 
varying  conditions.  In  the  early  days,  before  the  cow- 
boys and  ranch  owners  were  alive  to  the  Eastern  de- 
mand, it  was  possible  to  get  a  good  pony  for  the  pro- 
verbial song,  but  more  recently  the  Texans,  man  and 
boy,  thoroughly  appreciate  the  value  of  their  stock. 
Often,  too,  the  dealer  runs  counter  to  sentiment  in 
trying  to  wean  a  cowboy  from  his  mount. 

In  Xew  York,  July  2,  the  cornerstone  of  Columbia 
University's  school  of  journalism  building  at  Broadway 
and  One  Hundred-and-Sixteenth  Street  was  laid  by 
Mrs.  Pulitzer,  widow  of  Joseph  Pulitzer,  whose  gift  of 
an  endowment  fund  of  $2,000,000  made  possible  the 
building  of  the  structure  and  the  training  within  its 
walls  of  future  newspaper  writers.  Mrs.  Pulitzer  of- 
ficially declared  the  stone  to  "be  well  and  truly  laid"  in 
the  absence  of  her  son,  Ralph  Pulitzer,  who  had  orig- 
inally planned  to  perform  this  office.  President  Nicho- 
las Murray  Butler  briefly  explained  the  objects  of  the 
school  and  told  how  it  had  been  made  possible  by  the 
generosity  of  Mr.  Pulitzer.  He  said  that  never  before 
in  the  history  of  universities  had  such  a  school  been 
founded  exclusively  for  the  Fourth  Estate  and  declared 
that  journalism  now  takes  its  rank  with  law,  medicine, 
science,  and  the  arts. 


The  manufacture  of  "rope"  horseshoes  in  Germany 
is  now  a  flourishing  business  and  all  who  have  used 
the  new  invention  are  highly  pleased  with  it.  The  shoe 
is  described  as  light  and  comfortable  for  the  horse,  that 
they  prevent  horses  from  slipping,  and  that  they  break 
the  concussion  and  deaden  the  sound  of  the  hoof.  In 
addition  to  the  plain  tarred  rope  horseshoes  there  are 
shoes  in  which  rope  interwoven  with  wire,  wood,  rub- 
ber, copper,  wirework,  and  rush  is  used.  These  are 
heavier  and  somewhat  more  expensive  and  less  prac- 
tical than  the  plain  rope  shoes,  and,  therefore,  have  not 
become  so  well  established. 

Seven  deaths  in  one  week  began  the  July  aviation 
record. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


The  Empress  of  Japan  recently  celebra  her  sixty- 
third  birthday,  receiving  guests  in  the  palace.  The 
Queen  Dowager  and  Queen  of  Italy  sent  congratulatory 
messages. 

Henry  Moore  Teller,  who  can  boast  of  the  longest 
public  record  of  any  man  in  the  country  now  living, 
recently  celebrated  his  eighty-second  birthday  at  his 
home  in  Denver.  He  was  United  States  senator  five 
times  from  Colorado,  and  once  Secretary  of  the  In- 
terior under  President  Arthur.  He  was  born  in  New 
York,  and  in  his  early  years  taught  school.  While 
teaching  he  studied  law  and  became  a  member  of  the 
bar,  which  led  to  his  interest  in  politics  after  he  moved 
to   Colorado. 

Miss  Jessie  Ashley,  the  new  treasurer  of  the  Na- 
tional Woman's  Suffrage  Association,  is  a  successful 
lawyer  of  New  York.  Miss  Ashley  is  well  educated, 
having  studied  for  several  years  in  Berlin.  Germany 
She  took  a  three-year  course  at  the  Xew  York  Uni- 
versity Law  School,  receiving  the  degrees  of  bachelor 
of  laws  in  1902  and  master  of  laws  in  1903.  She  is 
an  authority  on  constitutional  law  and  instructor  of 
the  woman's  law  class  of  the  New  York  University 
Law   School. 

Joseph  Hatch,  an  Englishman,  conducts  what  is  said 
to  be  the  most  southerly  industry  in  the  world — the 
penguin  oil  industry — at  Macquarrie  Island,  about  half 
way  between  Tasmania  and  the  Antarctic  Continent. 
The  island  contains  about  25,000  acres  and  is  under 
lease  to  Hatch.  It  is  estimated  that  there  are  80,000,000 
penguins  on  the  island,  and  the  increase  is  so  rapid 
that  the  stock  to  be  drawn  from  seems  almost  limitless. 
The  oil  is  sold  to  binder-twine  makers  in  Australia  and 
New  Zealand. 

Lon  Hill,  the  richest  Indian  in  the  world,  recently 
realized  $2,000,000  on  the  sale  of  a  large  tract  of  land 
in  the  Southwest.  He  still  owns  90.000  acres  in  the 
Rio  Grande  Valley,  valued  at  $4,000,000.  Hill  lives  at 
Harlingen.  Texas,  a  town  of  2500  inhabitants.  He 
helped  blaze  the  trail  of  civilization  along  the  Rio 
Grande  when  it  was  infested  with  cattle  thieves,  ban- 
dits, and  Mexican  desperadoes.  He  is  a  graduate  of 
the  Texas  University,  and  for  a  time  after  receiving  his 
diploma  practiced  law. 

The  Hon.  Clifford  Sifton,  winner  of  first  prize  for 
three  qualified  hunters  at  the  London  International 
Horse  Show,  is  a  member  of  the  Canadian  House  of 
Commons  from  Brandon,  Manitoba,  having  served 
since  1896.  He  was  born  at  Middlesex.  Ontario,  in 
1861,  and  educated  for  the  bar,  becoming  attorney- 
general  for  Manitoba.  In  1905  he  resigned  as  minister 
of  the  interior,  owing  to  a  disagreement  with  Sir  Wil- 
fred Laurier.  He  is  deeply  interested  in  inducing  im- 
migration into  Canada. 

Baroness  Bertha  Van  Suttner,  whom  the  late  Pope 
Leo  called  the  "most  remarkable  woman  in  the  world," 
addressed  the  National  Convention  of  Woman's  Clubs 
of  America  in  San  Francisco.  The  baroness  is  the  first 
woman  to  receive  the  Nobel  peace  prize  of  $40.000 ;  she 
is  the  president  of  the  European  Society  of  the  Friends 
of  Peace,  and  she  is  the  author  of  a  book,  "Lay  Down 
Your  Arms,"  which  has  been  translated  into  almost 
every  known  language,  and  which  caused  the  Czar  of 
Russia  to  summon  The  Hague  Conference. 

Soroku  Ebara,  one  of  the  most  prominent  educators 
of  Tokyo,  principal  of  the  Azalm  Middle  School,  mem- 
ber of  the  House  of  Peers,  and  prominently  connected 
with  the  work  of  the  W.  Y.  C.  A.,  has  just  entered 
his  seventieth  year.  The  occasion  was  made  much  of 
at  the  school.  He  has  won  education  and  success 
through  bitter  struggle.  So  beloved  is  he  that  the 
graduates  of  the  school,  together  with  others,  are  mak- 
ing up  a  fund  which  will  go  to  build  a  home  for  the 
famous  principal  in  the  compound  of  the  Azabu  school. 

Dr.  Walter  O.  Snelling,  for  some  time  consulting 
chemist  of  the  Government  Bureau  of  Mines,  has  re- 
signed his  position  in  order  to  devote  more  time  to 
developing  the  liquid  gas  which  he  recently  invented. 
This  important  invention,  his  latest  discovery,  is  being 
hailed  not  only  as  a  boon  to  dwellers  in  the  country  and 
a  benefit  to  the  government  for  lighthouses  and  buoys, 
but  also  as  a  great  factor  in  the  conservation  of  the 
coal  beds,  now  being  rapidly  depleted.  Dr.  Snelling  is 
only  thirty-otic  years  of  age  and  is  a  graduate  of  George 
Washington  University,  Harvard,  and  Yale.  On  none 
of  the  many  devices  invented  by  the  doctor  has  he 
taken  out  a  patent,  but  has  given  them  all  to  the  gov- 
ernment. 

Harry  James  Veitch,  on  whom  the  King  of  England 
has  just  conferred  the  honor  of  knighthood,  is  one  of 
the  most  prominent  men  in  the  world  of  horticulture. 
His  preeminence  was  obtained  by  exploration  and  scien- 
tific knowledge.  His  family  began  the  policy  of  ran- 
sacking the  world,  especially  the  equatorial  world,  for 
plants,  and  studied  the  reproduction  and  cross-fertiliza- 
tion of  foliage  plants.  He  was  also  a  pioneer  in  orchid 
hybridization.  Only  recently  lie  won  one  of  the  three 
great  prizes  of  the  unique  show  at  Chelsea,  where  he, 
with  other  officials,  received  the  king  and  queen  when 
their  majesties  visited  the  international  show,  lie  has 
for  many  years  taken  an  important  part  in  the  work 
of  the  Royal  Horticultural  Society,  and  i<  one  of  the 
sixty-three  holders  of  the  Victoria  medal  in  honor  of 
horticulture,  which  he  was  awarded  in  1897. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  13,  1912. 


VICTOR    OF    CIRCUMSTANCES. 


The  Widow's  Son  and  His  Scheme. 


Twins  are  an  event  in  any  God-fearing  family,  but 
tliey  aren't  a  circumstance  to  what  happened  to  a  friend 
of  mine.  He  was  one  of  four  of  a  kind,  his  mother 
literally  going  the  mother  of  triplets  one  better,  or 
worse,  to  hear  his  poor  but  proud  father.  His  three 
elder  brothers — my  friend  was  last  and  least — gave  it 
up  as  a  bad  job — this  life,  I  mean.  So.  after  all,  there 
was  but  a  single  buggy  to  buy.  Ben,  making  two 
pounds,  nine  ounces  ringside,  held  on  to  life  with  one 
hand  and,  clenching  the  other,  shook  the  wee  fist  in 
the  face  of  Death  itself.  My  old  friend,  Doc.  Sollager, 
was  in  the  corner,  and  he  tells  me  it  was  by  a  long  odds 
against  the  longest  the  gamest  fight  he  ever  saw  put 
up  in  all  his  born  days.  All  the  same  he  hung  on 
and  won  out.  In  brief,  Benny,  incubatoriest  of  babies, 
grew  up  to  man's  estate,  and  his  father's,  who  shortly 
after  the  great  events  related  gave  it  up. 

We  find  Benjamin,  then,  the  only  son  of  his  widowed 
mother,  warming  the  cockles  of  what  heart  she  had 
left  in  her  with  all  the  five  wits  of  him.  Benny  was 
still  mostly  head,  little,  but  all  man.  Though  born  to 
make  a  noise  in  the  world,  the  son  of  his  mother's 
sorrow  and  her  one  earthly  comfort,  staff  and  tie,  was 
silent  as  the  grave — that  grave  kept  only  entirely  too 
green  to  suit  him.  That  his  mother  should  spend  four- 
fifths  of  her  time  abroad,  in  Heaven,  to  say  nothing  of 
four-fifths  of  his  earnings  broadcast  on  Heaven,  was 
a  sort  of  absentee  landladyism  about  which  Benny  felt 
like  a  Fenian,  but  never  opened  his  mouth.  At  night- 
fall, memory's  hour,  she  would  look  at  him  through  her 
specs  as  if  somehow  he  was  to  blame  for  the  fourfold 
catastrophe.  Flesh  and  blood  of  her,  she  loved  him 
none  too  much,  and  shook  her  head  over  him,  a  ne'er- 
do-weel  from  the  beginning. 

Manfully,  hands  clenched,  teeth  set — as  fine  a  set  as 
you  could  well  wish  to  see,  enough  to  take  the  bread 
out  of  an  honest  dentist's  mouth — Benny  stood  up  for 
his  rights,  and  with  the  odds  4-1  against  him  went  to 
wean  his  mother  from  the  Heaven  habit  to  which  she 
had  become  addicted.  Clench  his  hands  all  he  had  a 
mind  to,  Benny  couldn't  have  been  close-fisted,  had  he 
tried.  He  humored  his  absent-minded  mother,  spent 
himself  in  flowers  and  a  fitting  monument  for  the  dead 
whom  he  remembered  not  at  all.  Uncomplainingly,  he 
did  his  living  best.  But  it  was  of  no  earthly  use. 
Heaven  had  it  on  him  a  golden  block.  His  brethren 
were  better  housed  than  was  he.  If  they  dreamt  they 
dwelt  in  marble  halls,  'twas  no  idle  dream.  Having 
lived  but  long  enough  to  be  baptized,  they  had  died 
sinless  and  blest.  His  virtues  magnified  by  Death,  his 
failings  minimized,  Benny's  father,  for  all  his  deserting 
of  his  wife  and  family,  was  by  this  time  the  best  pos- 
sible of  husbands.  All  the  suffering  by  contrast  of  an 
impossible  second  husband,  in  addition  to  what  was 
coming  to  him  on  his  own  account  by  way  of  the  three 
blessed  little  blemishless  lambs,  Benny  McFadden  had 
to  stand.  Needless  to  say,  this  no  snow-broth  of  a  boy, 
despite  his  sixty-two  and  three-fourths  inches,  stood  it 
like  a  six-footer.  To  quicken  his  mothers  heart  came 
to  be  his  end  of  endeavor.  Himself,  not  merely  his 
money,  he  blew  to  make  red  coals  of  gray  ashes,  a  wee 
bit  fire  of  affection  at  which  to  warm  the  outspread 
hard-working  hands  of  him. 

Of  Honore  Balzac's  twin-passion,  to  be  loved  and 
famous,  he  cut  out  desire  of  fame,  and  for  the  love  of 
woman  beautiful  and  young  he  substituted  the  half- 
hearted affection  of  an  old  lady,  white-haired,  black- 
robed,  and  bespectacled,  her  beauty  long  since  dead  of 
neglect.  Lovers  have  real,  live,  heavy-headed  and 
footed  fathers  to  fight,  or  guardians  of  Heaven  grimmer 
than  Cerebus.  Else,  in  extreme  cases,  the  obstacle  may 
he  a  manumotive  husband — something  at  least  tangible. 
Fighting  his  own  father  was  out  of  the  question,  and 
his  three  other  rivals  had  escaped  him  forever  by 
crowding  death  and  birth  into  a  single  day.  All  head 
though  Benny  was,  he  knew  of  no  earthly  way  of  fight- 
ins  the  dead  but  to  hold  the  sword  by  the  blade  and 
have  at  them  with  the  handle :  or  throw  the  savage 
boomerang,  with  the  usual  civilizing  result.  In  a  word, 
Benny  McFadden  knew  better  than  to  quarrel  with  his 
mother's  religion.  'Twas  no  ancestor-worship  of 
Heathen  Chinee,  this  monumental  love  of  his  mother's, 
from  which  he  would  fain  convert  her. 

Selfish?  No  doubt.'  Benny  was  four  hundred  years 
away  from  canonization,  and  then  some.  His  actions 
from  the  very  first  had  shown  that  he  wasn't  ready  to 
die.  All  he  asked  was  a  fair  deal.  Even  in  the  matter 
of  baptism,  though  his  need  had  seemed  to  the  Doc. 
the  most  urgent,  it  had  been  first  come,  first  served. 
The  first  had  got  the  blue  ribbon  and  the  father's  name 
oi  Dan;  the  second  had  got  the  red  ribbon,  and  the 
maternal  uncle's  name  of  Pat;  the  third  had  got  the 
white  ribbon,  and  the  paternal  uncle's  name  of  Mike; 
while  he,  like  an  also-ran.  had  got  no  ribbon  at  all. 
and  a  name  chosen  by  a  random  opening  of  the  family 
Bible,  Benjamin,  son  of  my  sorrow.  Did  he,  true  to  his 
name,  feed  his  heart  on  a  mess  five  times  greater  than 
that  of  his  brethren?  Not  be.  Famished,  he  must 
needs  contcnl  himself  with  (be  crumbs  left  over  from 
the  feasts  of  the  dead.  "They've  had  their  innings. 
however  short.  Now  it's  my  turn."  That's  the  way 
Benny  doped  it  out.  He  was  minded  l"  get  in  his 
licks  any  old  how.  Since  that  first  mechanical  doll 
warhoop,  Benny  had  scarce  let  a  whimper  out  of  him. 
llis  head  was  bloody  enough  to  start  cries  of  murder 
or  fire,  but  'twas  sure  unbowed. 


Came  the  turn  of  the  worm  with  the  turn  of  the  tide 
one  blessed  Sabbath  morning.  Benny,  like  many  an- 
other silent  man,  was  a  bird  of  a  fisher,  a  king-fisher, 
so  to  say.  Bright  and  early  he  had  got  up,  miched 
from  mass,  the  sinner !  and  caught  the  worm,  and  that 
which  waits  for  no  man,  the  street-car  and  the  tide, 
in  the  nick  of  time.  The  worm  turned,  the  tide  turned, 
and  Opportunity,  large  as  life,  came  Benny's  way. 
Did  he  hesitate?  Benny  McFadden!  All  he  saw  was 
the  forelock.  It  was  black  as  the  hob,  the  dark  of 
Egypt,  and  the  hat  that  might  be  felt.  Without  recog- 
nizing it  as  Mister  Opportunity's  or  waiting  for  a 
knock-down,  Benny  dove  off  the  wharf,  grabbed  the 
forelock.  The  thing  didn't  come  off  in  his  hand.  Be- 
neath the  wisp  of  hair,  as  McFadden  expected,  was  a 
head;  beneath  the  head  a  pair  and  a  half  of  shoulders; 
beneath  that !  Without  going  into  particulars  suf- 
fice it  to  say,  Benny  managed  by  hook  or  by  crook, 
to  land  six-foot-six  of  no  fish  at  all,  and  now  sober  as 
a  police  judge  elected  on  the  Prohibitionist  ticket, 
in  a  dry  town,  on  the  Fourth  of  July.  It  called  itself 
'Opper.  So  you  know  it  was  English.  Or,-  rubbing  it 
in,  'Arry  'Opper.  Now,  the  love  that's  lost  between 
the  McFaddens  and  the  'Oppers  needs  some  microscope 
to  find.  Still,  whom  you  benefit  you  love,  and  the  ex- 
life-guardsman,  now  longshoreman,  was  no  marble- 
hearted  fiend.  In  fact,  cured  of  the  salt  pretzel  habit, 
he  was  some  specimen  of  homo  sapiens.  Bedraggled 
and  all  as  he  was,  he  looked  good  to  Benny  at  first 
sight.  Dressed  in  his  Sunday  suit,  he  was  just  the 
ammunition  my  brave  McFadden  had  been  looking  for, 
an  irresistible  force  wherewith  to  meet  an  immovable 
object. 

"My   life's   yours,   Benny,   to   do   with   as   you   dem 


please ! 


Thus  gratitude. 


'One  life  at  a  time's  enough  for  me."  Thus  charac- 
teristically McFadden.  "Tell  you  what  you  can  do  for 
me,  though,  come  home  to  dinner.  Fish  are  better  to 
eat  than  be  eat  by.  Me  mother's  been  a  widow  ever 
since  me  father  died,  and  I  want  you  to  cheer  her  up 
a  bit.     Will  you  do  it?" 

"Say  the  word  and  I'll  marry  'er  this  blessed 
minute  !  I've  been  a  widower  ever  since  my  wife  died, 
and  if  my  boy  had  lived  he'd  have  been  about  your  size 
and  age." 

"How  old  do  you  think  I  am?"  asked  Benny,  getting 
his  Irish  out  of  bed,  ruffling  his  red  hackles. 

"Sixteen!" 

It  hit  exactly.  "Sixteen  be  somethinged !"  swore 
Benny,  and  hit  'Opper. 

'Arry  'Opper  laughed  uproariously.  "'It  'im  again; 
'e's  no  relytion — yet !" 

McFadden  smiled  grimly,  and  gave  him  one  for 
father,  and  one  for  each  of  his  brothers.  Gingerly, 
gently,  as  it  were  champagne,  the  life-guardsman 
tapped  Benny's  claret.  Thus  was  the  friendship  be- 
tween them  cemented. 

"I'm  twenty-one,  going  on  twenty-two.  Mother's 
thirty-nine.  If  you  guess  she  was  married  some  young, 
you  have  no  other  coming.  If  she's  as  old  as  she 
looks,  she's  sixty.  All  the  same,  you've  got  to  be  as 
nice  to  her  as  huckleberry  pie,  or  I'll  bring  you  back  and 
drown  you.  It's  Benny  McFadden'll  be  the  Indian 
giver  of  life  to  you,  and  don't  you  forget  it." 

"Hi  won't!"  aspirated  the  donee. 

And  he  didn't.  Before  he  got  done  being  nice 
to  her,  she  knew  there  was  such  a  thing  in  this  world 
as  a  man,  and  that  her  hair  might  be  fixed  more  be- 
comingly, and  that  black  was  not  her  long  suit,  and 
that  she  was  neither  fat  nor  forty,  but  very  unfair  to 
herself. 

Most  young  men  feel  personally  aggrieved  at  the  gift 
of  a  stepfather,  have  visions  of  a  sea  of  troubles,  are 
up  in  arms  against  it,  and  by  opposition  help  the  thing 
along  mightily.  Benny  McFadden  was  as  unlike  most 
young  men  as  he  well  could  be.  He  sie'd  the  magnifi- 
cent marsman,  whose  life  he  held  in  his  hands,  on  to 
his  poor  unsuspecting  mother,  and  that  without  qualm 
of  conscience.  What  can  you  expect  of  a  godless 
scamp  who  prefers  fishing  to  praying?  The  dead  heart 
once  revived,  Benny  'd  have  his  share  of  it,  or  know 
for  wherefore? 

The  next  day  was  blue  Monday,  was  it?  I  trow  not. 
The  sky  was  blue,  but  the  atmosphere  was  the  color 
of  the  rose.  "Son,"  the  mother  made  sweet  moan, 
"can  ye  spare  me  the  price  av  a  dhress  ?  Come  to  think 
it,  I've  worn  this  old  rag  on  and  off  for  over  one  score 
of  the  three  and  a  half  that's  coming  to  me." 

"Three  and  a  half  won't  buy  a  dhress,  will  it?  a 
dacent  one?" 

"Three  and  a  half-score  will,  Benny,  me  bhoy !" 

"Now,  yer  talkin',  mother !"  The  silent  angler  fished 
nut  three  twenties  and  one  ten,  and  forked  them  over. 
Never  a  whimper  whimpered  he. 

Benny  had  his  reward  on  earth.  For  his  blessed 
giving  he  received  a  shock  to  his  eyesight,  that  called 
for  bandages  and  a  dark  room.  It  was  all  so  sudden, 
the  transition  so  abrupt.  The  dress  was  green  silk- 
corduroy,  the  belt  dull  gold,  the  hat  a  black  picture, 
with  a  white  plume;  the  figure  was  girlish  and  held  as 
if  money  were  bid  for  it,  the  hair  puffed  and  pondrcc, 
the  greeting  was  gushing  sisterly;  and  the  miracle  had 
happened  some  time  between  six-thirty  Monday  morn- 
ing and  six-thirty  Monday  evening.  It  beat  who  beat 
(he  Devil. 

Benny  had  a  lively  recollection  of  starting  a  cart- 
wheel down  a  Napa  County  hillside  in  the  direction  of 
Uncle  Danny's  ranch-house.  How  easy  it  was  to  start ! 
But  it  wasn't  to  be  overtaken  nor  stopped;  it  went 
through  the  front  door  of  the  cottage  and  out  of  the 


back  and  over  the  edge  of  the  earth  somewhere  into 
the  unknown,  and  for  all  Benny  knew  to  the  contrary 
was  still  spinning  through  space,  a  conundrum  to  tele- 
scopes. His  head  began  to  give  a  very  creditable  imi- 
tation of  that  cartwheel.  He  felt  as  if  he  had  gone 
beyond  the  beyonds,  started  something  he  couldn't  stop 
now  that  it  was  out  of  his  hands. 

With  the  fall  of  night  the  guardsman  dropped  in, 
large  as  grateful  life.  He  brought  the  young  widow  a 
big  posie  and  until  hay-hitting  time,  and  after,  threw 
at  her  bouquets  of  his  own  making  in  such  a  marks- 
manlike manner,  with  glances  so  killing,  that  it  was 
the  bounden  duty  of  the  deadest  heart  imaginable  to 
come  to  life  for  the  sake  of  the  sweet  pain  of  being 
done  to  death  thereby.  Failing  to  make  bull's-eyes,  he 
made  sheep's.  Dressed  up  to  kill,  he  aimed  but  to  be 
stunning.  If  he  overdid  it  a  bit,  he  erred  on  the 
right  side  of  the  widow,  went  to  the  'eart  of  the  mater 
(to  drop  a  Y  to  match  his  h).  Under  the  warmth  of 
his  fire  her  comatose  heart  became  aware  of  itself. 
After  twenty-one  years — all  winter — of  hibernating,  the 
widow  woke  all  girl  and  spring.  She  had  been  married 
but  a  year.  She  seemed  minded,  nay,  hearted,  to  make 
up  for  lost  time.  The  color  came  back  to  her  cheek, 
and  life,  if  not  color,  to  her  hair. 

The  parlor  where  they  sat  was  supposed  to  be 
Benny's,  for  purposes  of  study,  but  his  mother,  the 
kitchen  sadly  neglected,  now  seemed  to  prefer  his  room 
to  his  company;  the  life-guardsman  and  she  were  a 
company  in  themselves,  and  he  was  made  the  crowd  all 
the  world  abominates.  Benny  rose  to  the  occasion  and 
made  himself  scarce.  They  wouldn't  mind,  if  he  went 
to  bed.  He  had  to  be  up  betimes.  There  was  no  need 
for  Mr.  Hopper  to  look  at  his  watch.  No  hint  meant. 
There  was  no  need  for  Mr.  H  to  take  his  hat  and 
the  hint  that  was  none.  If  he  was  going  to  go,  Benny 
wasn't.  With  her  own  hands  the  widow  took  him 
and  sat  him  down  again  in  the  chair  that  had  been  her 
husband's.  The  runt  betook  him  to  bed  and  long 
thoughts.  He  had  overdone  it,  overreached  himself. 
His  mother  was  aware  of  his  existence  now,  only  to 
desire  to  be  shut  of  him. 

Benny  out  of  the  way,  the  ex-soldier  played  the 
double  part  of  Lothario  and  Othello  in  one.  What 
adventures  had  he  not  had  when  quartered  at  the 
Currah  of  Kildare  !  Thunder  and  turf !  Though  an 
Englishman  born,  the  smell  of  both  was  the  breath  of 
his  nostrils.  E'  'ad  married  an  Irish  girl  and  would 
marry  none  other ! 

"My,  but  you've  the  divil !"  the  widow  apostrophized, 
and  breathed  of  the  posie. 

By  the  time  'Arry  did  go,  he  was  ashamed  to  look 
his  watch  in  the  face,  and  didn't.  Benny  ought  to 
have  been,  but  did. 

Next  night  Benny  did  not  mich  from  night-school, 
but  went  from  home  there  with  heavy  looks,  knowing 
well  as  how  love  would  be  going  to  love.  With  all 
his  unhappy  heart  he  wished  he  had  let  well  enough 
alone  and  the  life-guardsman  drown.  If  he  hadn't 
been  his  mother's  joy,  nobody  else  had — except  the 
dead,  and  they,  after  all  was  said  and  done,  weren't  so 
awful  much  ! 

He  hurried  from  school,  to  find  his  mother  making 
'Arry  make  himself  quite  at  home.  He  thought  to  sit 
the  guest  out,  but  had  other  thinks  coming  before 
Misthur  Harry  took  hint,  hat,  and  departure. 

There  was  nothing  left  for  Benny  but  to  watch  his 
own  handiwork  progress,  the  posies  accumulate,  and  to 
see  if  his  mother  would  save  them  alive  against  Sun- 
day and  Holy  Cross  Cemetery. 

Save  them  alive  she  did,  as  if  her  soul's  salvation 
depended  on  the  saving,  long  as  water  changed  daily 
would  do  it;  saved  them  over  Sundav  and  cut  out  the 
cemetery  altogether.  The  flower  vender  at  Holy  Cross 
took  it  greatly  to  heart.  So  did  Benny.  His  mother's 
willful  and  shameful  neglect  of  his  father,  his  brethren, 
and  last  and  not  least,  himself,  cut  him  like  the  bayo- 
net of  a  life-guardsman.  For  Hopper  to  rouse  his 
mother's  heart  from  its  lethargy,  only  to  appropriate 
it,  was  not  base  ingratitude,  'twas  double-dyed  villainy. 
Hopper  be  hanged !  Drowning  was  too  good  for  him. 
The  course  of  love  had  rushed  downhill  like  Turge- 
nev's  spring  torrent  of  melted  snow,  like  the  cartwheel 
through  the  cottage,  carrying  all  before  it.  Thus  things 
went  with  a  rush  a  week  and  a  day. 

Came  Blue  Monday  again,  but  its  history  did  not 
repeat  itself.  The  gods  and  other  great  artists  dislike 
immensely  to  repeat  themselves.  Masterpieces  differ 
as  stars  in  glory.  Benny  got  up  as  from  a  nightmare 
of  eight  days'  duration.  Hot  as  a  boiler  was  he,  mouth- 
frothy  as  suds,  cranky  as  a  clothes-wringer,  blue  as 
bluing  water,  stiff-necked  as  a  starched-collar  attached. 
He  was  going  to  put  a  stop  to  this,  blest  if  he  wasn't. 
Things  had  always  gone  against  him,  but ! 

He  came  home  that  night  loaded  for  grizzly.  He 
would  stem  that  torrent,  take  a  spoke  out  of  that  wheel, 
or  die.  Loaded  he  was  literally,  but  not  half  shot  nor 
at  all.  No  such  careless  hunter  was  the  son  of  his 
mother's  sorrow.  Hand  on  hip,  he  opened  the  parlor 
door,  thinking  to  get  the  drop  on  the  never-again  life- 
guardsman.  His  mother  had  uncorked  bottles  one-and- 
twenty  years  laid  away.  Nothing  doing!  M'.  brave 
'Arry  'Opper  had  cut  his  lucky,  as  if  of  no  mind  to 
die  at  hands  that  had  saved  his  life!  Can  you  blame 
him?  Is  it  not  praiseworthy  to  save  your  savior  from 
dying  a  murderer?  But  how  had  the  big  fellow  got 
wind  of  Benny's  change  of  heart?  The  answer  is:  He 
hadn't.  He  had  simply  got  tired  of  too  easy  victory — 
life-guardsman"  Taken  by  storm  is  prized  in  pro- 
portion to  the  i  '      resistance,     Making 


July  13,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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inquiries  on  the  water-front,  in  his  own  behalf,  at  his 
mother's  instance,  Benny  learned  that  the  life-guards- 
man had  deserted,  kit  and  canteen.  From  soldier  to 
sailor,  from  landsman  to  longshoreman  to  seaman, 
from  country  to  country,  from  lass  to  lass,  to  God  only 
knew  whither,  had  gone,  resplendent  as  a  silver  dollar, 
the  ever  won  and  lost,  and  on  the  go,  life-guardsman. 
Through  the  Golden  Gate,  out  of  this  story,  over  the 
edge  of  the  earth  into  the  Nowhere,  west  of  the  setting 
sun,  went  'Arry  'Opper,  Esquire.  Did  he  live  to  be 
hanged?  Did  he  live  till  he  died — of  old  age?  Who 
knows  or  cares,  if  not  Benny,  Benny  that  builded  better 
than  he  knew.  The  bread  that  he  had  saved  from  the 
waters,  after  eight  days,  had  cast  itself  thereon.  The 
end  is  now  in  plain  sight,  inevitable? 

Could  his  mother,  faithless  at  heart,  rejuvenated  from 
head  to  foot,  possibly  go  back  to  Holy  Cross  and 
widowed  ways?  Going  to  the  cemetery  now,  she  would 
feel,  if  not  look,  like  the  carfare  it  cost  her,  exactly 
thirty  cents.  She  cut  the  cemetery  out  for  good  and 
all,  and  took  Benny  to  her  rebounding  heart.  Benny 
swears  that  he  will  never  find  a  sweetheart  to  match 
his  mother.  Until  then  he  is  a  sworn  bachelor.  Some 
day  some  girl  may  take  him  in  hand  and  make  him 
forswear  himself;  but  she'll  have  to  go  some,  I  can 
tell  her  that.  To  please  Benny,  the  Widow  McFadden 
dresses,  keeps  herself  young,  and  lives  like  a  grand 
duchess,  while  he,  the  life-guardsman  having  escaped 
him,  hangs  the  expense.  Benny,  his  life  in  constant 
danger,  keeps  her  love  alive  and  kicking.  Thanks  to 
night-school,  and  his  pet  teacher,  Miss  Experience,  he 
is  now  a  full-fledged  linesman,  knowing  enough  to  come 
in  out  of  the  rain  and  keep  the  glass  under  his  feet. 

San  Francisco,  July,  1912.  Harry  Cowell. 


WAR  AND  RECONSTRUCTION  DAYS. 


Lieutenant  Parker  Writes    a   Lively    Chronicle  of    Men  and 
Events  as  Seen  from  the  Inside. 


Out  of  the  fullness  of  his  army  and  official  career, 
which  began  as  a  volunteer  at  the  age  of  eighteen.  Lieu- 
tenant David  B.  Parker  drew  with  wise  discrimination 
for  the  stirring  reminiscences  which  he  has  left  in  the 
volume,  "A  Chautauqua  Boy  in  '61  and  Afterward." 
It  was  written  in  his  last  days,  and  he  did  not  live  to 
see  it  published.  He  was  a  native  of  Chautauqua 
County,  New  York,  and  soon  after  the  war  broke  out 
he  enlisted  in  the  Seventy-Second  Regiment,  New  York 
Volunteers.  His  promotion  to  a  lieutenancy  soon  fol- 
lowed, and  practically  at  the  same  time  he  was  placed 
by  General  Hooker  in  charge  of  the  mail  service  of 
the  Army  of  the  Potomac.  His  son,  Torrance  Parker, 
has  ably  edited  the  book. 

Following  the  war  he  reconstructed  the  mail  service 
in  Virginia,  where  he  later  served  two  terms  as  United 
States  marshal.  Subsequently  he  did  valiant  service  in 
unearthing  postal  frauds,  as  chief  postoffice  inspector. 
He  enjoyed  the  confidence  of  Presidents,  army  officers, 
and  others  in  high  official  places,  and  found  himself  in 
an  exceptional  position  to  gather  unusual  material  for 
his  ready  pen. 

Parker's  first  meeting  with  President  Lincoln  found 
the  latter  worrying  over  Grant's  silence,  though  Grant 
"had  not  heard  from  Washington,  and  did  not  seem  to 
be  disturbed  about  that."  Parker  arrived  at  Washing- 
ton late  in  the  night,  bearing  a  dispatch  from  the  undis- 
turbed commander : 

Almost  before  I  could  get  into  the  room  Mr.  Lincoln  stepped 
forward  and  said,  "Give  me  the  dispatches."  I  handed  him 
the  dispatch,  which  was  in  cipher.  There  was  but  one  ope- 
rator there,  and  he  was  not  a  cipher  operator.  Mr.  Lincoln 
expressed  impatience  and  requested  that  the  cipher  operator 
should  be  sent  for.  I  told  him  that  I  knew  the  contents  of 
the  dispatch,  which  had  been  read  to  me  so  that  I  might  de- 
stroy it  if  necessary,  and  I  repeated  to  him  as  well  as  I  could 
the  dispatch,  which  was  not  a  long  one.  He  said,  "General 
Grant  ought  to  keep  us  better  informed.  This  is  the  first  news 
we  have  had  from  him."  I  said  that  I  knew  messengers  had 
been  dispatched  each  day  overland,  and  that  probably  they 
would  arrive  soon.  He  then  plied  me  with  questions  about 
the  army  and  its  movements.  I  answered  as  well  as  I  could. 
Mr.  Lincoln  looked  very  haggard  and  careworn,  and  had  evi- 
dently arisen  from  bed,  pulled  on  his  trousers  and  an  old 
dressing  sack  and  slippers,  and  walked  over,  a  short  distance, 
to  the  War  Department,  to  see  if  any  news  had  arrived.  His 
anxiety   seemed   very   great.     He   finally   said : 

"Come  back  early  in  the  morning,  and  dispatches  will  be 
prepared  for  you  to  take  back." 

"What  time  do  you  call  early,  Mr.  Lincoln?" 

"Five  o'clock." 

Two  or  three  years  after  the  war  Parker  accompanied 
Grant,  whom  he  knew  well,  to  the  scene  of  Cold  Harbor 
battlefield,  but  it  brought  no  satisfaction  to  the  general, 
who  found  himself  unable  to  locate  landmarks: 

He  was  very  much  interested  in  visiting  the  battlefield  and 
explaining  to  us  where  the  troops  were  stationed,  until  we 
came  to  a  house  where  we  halted,  and  he  said,  "I  had  my 
headquarters  in  that  house,  and  such  a  division  of  troops 
were  over  there,"  as  he  would  point,  "and  others  there,"  and 
so  on.  A  white-haired  gentleman  had  come  out  from  the 
house  and  overheard  this  conversation. 

"General  Grant,"  said  he,  "you  didn't  have  your  head- 
quarters in  my  house.  I  recognize  you,  but  you  didn't  have  your 
headquarters  here.  Your  headquarters  were  a  mile  and  a  half 
from  here.  Perhaps  you  will  remember  an  incident.  Your 
line  of  troops  were  located  about  as  you  pointed,  but  my 
house  was  fi'ded  full  of  wounded  by  the  surgeons,  and  my 
family  w  re  driven  to  the  slave  quarters  in  the  rear.  I  felt 
very  indi>*.iant  at  this,  and  inquired  where  your  headquarters 
were  and  went  to  them,  and  I  begged  that  you  would  order 
your  officers  to  vacate  my  residence.  You  patiently  told  me 
that  I  must  put  up  with  the  inconvenience ;  that  the  impor- 
tance of  caring  for  wounded  men  must  appeal  to  my  man- 
hood, even  if  they  were  not  of  my  way  of  thinking,  and  that 
you  would  not  order  the  house  vacated,  but  probably  that  it 
would  not  be  occupied  very  long.  I  will  admit,  general,  that 
I  felt  a  little  ashamed  of  myself.  If  you  will  drive  back 
on  this  road  a  little  over  a  mile  you  will  find  a  house  much 
resembling  this  where  your  headquarters  were." 


"I  remember  your  coming  to  me,"  replied  General  Grant, 
"and  I  have  no  doubt  you  are  right."  Then  turning  to  us  he 
added,  "Gentlemen,  we  will  go  back  to  the  city.  Colonel  Corn- 
stock  is  going  to  make  surveys  of  all  these  battlefields.  I 
think  I  would  get  no  pleasure  from  undertaking  to  locate  the 
exact  whereabouts  of  troops   now." 

That  portion  of  the  book  devoted  to  Lieutenant 
Cushing,  of  Albemarle  fame,  furnishes  one  of  the  live- 
liest chapters  of  the  work,  throwing  new. light  on  this 
remarkable  sailor,  whom  Parker  knew  intimately  from 
boyhood.  Early  in  his  services  on  the  James,  Cushing 
incurred  the  displeasure  of  his  superiors,  but  the  great 
Lincoln  came  to  his  aid : 

He  was  directed  to  cooperate  with  General  Peck,  the  com- 
mander of  the  Union  forces,  who  confronted  General  Beaure- 
gard with  a  large  Confederate  force.  General  Peck  was  a 
very  conservative  old  officer,  and  Cushing  became  impatient. 
He  would  go  ashore,  take  batteries  and  make  things  quite 
lively,  and  he  demanded  that  Peck  should  force  Beauregard 
to  action,  and  in  other  ways  displeased  General  Peck.  Finally, 
Cushing  conceived  the  idea  that  Beauregard  had  escaped  with 
his  forces  and  joined  General  Lee,  and  he  insisted  that  Peck 
should  make  a  reconnoissance  and  should  pursue  them.  As 
General  Peck  did  not  act,  Cushing  took  a  howitzer  and  a 
detail  of  men  and  made  a  complete  detour  and  found  that 
Beauregard  had  departed,  leaving  a  sham  camp  to  deceive  the 
Federal  forces.  Cushing's  report  to  the  Navy  Department, 
when  shown,  was  offensive  to  the  War  Department,  and  Sec- 
retary Stanton  demanded  that  he  should  be  called  to  account 
for  his  reflections  upon  General  Peck,  especially  one  calling 
General  Peck  an  "old  granny."  Cushing  was  ordered  to 
Washington  to  explain  the  matter  to  Mr.  Lincoln  as  well  as 
he  could,  and  Mr.  Lincoln  reprimanded  him  severely  for 
calling  an  honorable  officer  of  the  army  an  "old  granny"  and 
reflecting  upon  him  as  he  did,  but  Cushing  persisted.  "Let  me 
explain  it  fully,"  he  said,  "and  I  can  prove  that  he  is  an 
old  granny."  Mr.  Lincoln  finally  laughed  and  said,  "You  go 
back  and  tend  to  your  business,"  and  the  matter  was  passed 
over  without  a  court-martial. 

War  laid  bare  the  souls  of  men,  and  the  tiger  revealed 
itself  sometimes  where  least  expected.  The  author 
paints  this  vivid  picture  of  his  tentmate,  Carl  Wriborg, 
a  much  ridiculed  Hollander,  who  forsook  the  office  pen 
for  the  musket: 

At  the  battle  of  Williamsburg  the  dead  and  wounded  were 
gathered  in  the  evening,  but  he  was  not  found  until  the  next 
morning.  He  was  alive,  but  had  been  very  badly  wounded. 
He  was  in  the  most  advanced  position  we  had  occupied  in 
the  slashing,  lying  by  a  large  log,  and  had  two  rifles  and 
cartridge  boxes.  He  said  that  just  as  our  regiment  fell  back 
he  was  wounded  in  the  leg  and  could  not  go,  and  the  Con- 
federates charged  over  him.  One  of  the  men  said,  "This 
Yankee  aint  dead,"  and  struck  him  severely  with  the  butt 
of  his  musket.  Wriborg  said  to  us,  "Go  right  over  there 
between  those  logs,  and  see  if  that  man  don't  lie  there."  We 
found  a  Confederate  soldier  there.  "Go  over  there,"  he 
pointed,  "see  if  you  don't  find  one  there."  So  he  pointed  to 
four  or  five  places,  and  a  dead  Confederate  was  found  in  each 
place. 

"I  couldn't  get  up,"  he  said,  "and  they  charged  over  me, 
but  I  could  shoot  them  in  the  back.  I  got  another  rifle  from 
a  dead  man  lying  near  and  his  cartridges,  so  I  kept  up  shooting 
all  the  time  they  were  there,  and  after  that  they  came  back 
again.  I  pretended  to  be  dead  when  they  came  back,  and  lay 
quiet,  then  I  shot  them  in  the  face.  I  think  I  have  done  my 
duty," 

The  fall  of  Richmond  resulted  in  the  acquaintance  of 
the  writer  with  that  remarkable  woman,  Miss  Betty 
Van  Lew,  who  aided  so  many  Union  officers  to  escape 
from  Libby  Prison : 

About  noon  I  rode  to  Church  Hill  and  found  Miss  Van 
Lew's  residence,  a  fine  place,  her  father,  who  had  died  within 
a  few  years,  having  been  one  of  the  old  and  wealthy  mer- 
chants of  Richmond.  Miss  Van  Lew's  mother  came  to  the 
door  and  cautiously  inquired  who  I  was.  When  I  told  her, 
the  door  flew  open,  and  the  daughter,  Miss  Van  Lew,  who 
was  about  fifty  years  of  age,  welcomed  me  warmly.  I  told  her 
what  General  Grant's  instructions  were,  and  she  said,  "I 
want  nothing  now.  I  would  scorn  to  have  a  guard  now  that 
my  friends  are  here."  She  invited  me  to  come  to  supper 
and  to  remain  that  night.  We  were  seated  at  the  table  with 
a  number  of  gentlemen  to  whom  we  were  introduced.  One 
of  them  was  the  clerk  of  Libby  Prison,  named  Ross,  and  all 
of  the  others  occupied  prominent  positions  in  various  depart- 
ments of  the  Confederate  government.  Mr.  Ross  sat  next 
me  and  said: 

"You  must  think  it  a  little  strange  to  meet  me  here,  but  I 
don't  dare  to  be  anywhere  else.  If  I  went  on  the  streets  of 
Richmond,  perhaps  some  officer  who  had  been  a  prisoner  in 
Libby  Prison  might  recognize  me  and  put  a  stop  to  my 
career." 

"Would  you  be  so  unpopular  as  that  with   them?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  he  said,  "I  have  cussed  them  up  and  down  in 
the  prison." 

Miss  Van  Lew  then  said,  "Don't  you  believe  all  he  says.  I 
have  had  him  in  Libby  Prison  for  years  doing  my  bidding. 
These  other  gentlemen  have  been  in  affiliation  with  me,  and 
you  probably  know  that  I  have  been  in  communication  with 
General  Grant  all  the  time." 

That  Ross  was  heartily  in  sympathy  with  the  Union 
cause  and  risked  his  life  working  in  secret,  under  the 
very  eyes  of  his  superiors,  is  attested  by  an  incident 
related  by  Captain  Lownsdowne  to  the  author  after  the 
war: 

"I  was  a  prisoner  in  Libby,  and  Ross  was  the  clerk  who 
called  the  rolls  and  superintended  the  prison  under  Major 
Turner.  He  never  called  the  rolls  without  swearing  at  us  and 
abusing  us  and  calling  us  Yankees,  etc.  We  all  hated  him, 
and  many  a  man  said  that  the  time  might  come  when  he 
could  get  even  with  the  little  scamp.  Our  attention  had 
been  frequently  called  to  the  fact  that  officers  had  hecn  called 
out  and  never  returned.  We  had  no  knowledge  of  what  be- 
came of  them,  and  one  evening  at  roll-call  Ross  struck  me  in 
the  stomach  and  said,  'You  blue-bellied  Yankee,  come  down 
to  my  office.  I  have  a  matter  to  settle  with  you.'  We  were 
in  line  at  the  roll-call,  and  some  others  whispered,  'Don't 
go ;  you  don't  have  to,'  but  I  followed  Ross  down  to  his 
office  in  the  corner  of  the  prison.  There  was  no  one  in  the 
office,  but  a  guard  stood  in  front  of  the  door  on  the  sidewalk. 
Ross  pointed  behind  a  counter,  this  office  being  a  counting- 
room  of  the  old  Libby  Tobacco  Factory.  I  stepped  behind 
the  counter  and  found  a  Confederate  uniform,  and  1  lost  no 
time  in  getting  into  it,  although  it  was  too  small  for  me. 
Then  I  walked  out  the  door.  It  was  just  after  dark,  and 
Ross  and  the  sentry  were  walking  down  the  sidewalk.  I  ran 
across  the  street  to  a  vacant  lot  which  had  brush  growing 
upon  it.  As  I  did  so,  a  colored  man  stepped  out  and  said, 
'Come  with  me,  sah.  I  know  who  you  is,'  and  he  took  me 
to  Miss  Van  Lew's  house  on   Church  Hill.     Miss  Van   Lew 


told  me  the  roads  and  where  to  take  to   tl,  pe 

the   pickets    and    to   go    down  the   James    Ri  iuld. 

perhaps,    before    morning    reach    a    place    of    -  re    1 

could  escape  to  our  troops.     Now,  I  want  to 
of  fine  cigars,"  and  I  took  them  to  him  at   i 

The  first  negro  drawn  for  jury  duty  in  Virginia 
caused  a  gasp  of  astonishment,  and  Chief  Justice  Chasi  . 
presiding,  at  once  suspected  a  triclt.  Curiously  enough, 
the  black  juror,  an  ex-slave,  was  then  engaged  in  the 
same  business  which  his  master  had  followed  before  the 
war: 

"May  I  speak  to  the  court?"  said  Commodore. 

"Yes,"  said  Judge  Chase;  "what  have  you  to  say?" 

"I  wish  to  make  apology  for  being  late.  I  took  the  stae.o  ;it 
Tappahannock,  which,  after  riding  all  night,  should  have  been 
here  at  seven  o'clock,  but  we  broke  an  axle  in  the  night,  and 
I  had  hard  trouble  to  get  another  conveyance  to  bring  me 
here,  and  I  came  direct  to  the  courthouse  on  arrival.  1  have 
never  been  in  a  courtroom  in  my  life  before,  and  have  never, 
of  course,  sat  as  a  juror,  but  I  know  that  I  ought  to  have 
been  here  on  time.  .  .  .  Formerly  I  was  a  slave  on  the 
plantation  of  Judge  Brockenborough,  and  tended  to  getting  out 
the  timber  that  he  sold.  I  have  taken  a  timber  contract  my- 
self,  and   this   is   my  first   deal." 

'"You  may  be  excused,"  said  the  judge,  "and  the  marshal 
will  pay  you  mileage  both  ways  and  one  day's  attendance." 

Though  Horace  Greeley  willingly  signed  the  bail  bond 
for  Jefferson  Davis,  yet  we  are  told  he  would  have 
none  of  Davis,  and  deliberately  cut  him  while  leaving 
the  room : 

I  was  standing  near  him  when  he  (Greeley)  signed  Mr. 
Davis's  bail  bond.  .  .  .  After  signing,  Mr.  Greeley  stepped 
back,  and  as  he  did  so  said  to  me  in  a  low  tone,  "1  expect  to 
be  abused  for  this,  but  it  is  for  the  country's  good."  His 
voice  had  a  way  of  dropping  from  shrill  falsetto  to  very  loud, 
deep  tones,  and  the  words  "country's  good"  were  spoken  so 
loud  that  the  reporters,  who  were  present  from  all  parts  of 
the  country,  caught  them.  Then  we  crowded  back  to  the 
entrance  of  the  room  to  leave  and  take  a  drive.  As  we 
pushed  our  way  out,  Mr.  Greeley  inadvertently  went  near 
Mr.  Davis,  who  sat  in  one  of  the  high  seats  devoted  to  the 
jurors.  I  was  behind  Mr.  Greeley,  and  could  see  Mr.  Davis 
plainly.  When  he  saw  Mr.  Greeley  passing  so  near  him,  he 
arose  and  started  to  put  out  his  hand,  quite  likely  to  speak 
to  Mr.  Greeley  and  thank  him  for  signing  his  bond.  For  the 
first  time  Mr.  Greeley  saw  his  proximity  to  Mr.  Davis,  and 
turned  away  abruptly.  A  shade  passed  over  Mr.  Davis's  face 
and  he  resumed  his  seat.  When  we  reached  the  head  of  the 
stairs,  Mr.  Greeley  said  to  me,  "I  am  not  hob-nobbing  with 
Jeff  Davis,  if  I  have  signed  his  bond." 

During  the  reconstruction  period,  while  the  Ku  Klux 
operated  extensively  in  some  states,  it  gained  but  slight 
foothold  in  Virginia.  Only  one  instance  of  its  methods 
came  before  Parker,  then  United  States  marshal  for 
that  district.  Wells,  a  tobacco  manufacturer,  had  been 
beaten  and  threatened  at  night  by  a  masked  band: 

The  Ku  Klux  party  had  returned  to  the  courthouse  and 
drunk  heavily,  and  he  (the  deputy  marshal)  had  no  trouble 
finding  the  three  men  that  Wells  thought  he  could  identify 
with  the  blacking  still  remaining  on  their  necks  and  but  in- 
differently washed  from  their  faces.  One  of  these  men  was 
the  presiding  magistrate  of  the  county  court  and  a  popular 
young  citizen.  They  were  held  for  the  United  States  court 
by  the  commissioner,  indicted,  and  finally  tried  in  Richmond, 
and  were  convicted  and  sentenced  to  imprisonment  in  the 
Albany  penitentiary.  When  the  trial  and  conviction  of  the 
leader.  Mills,  was  ended,  he  was  brought  into  my  office  before 
being  taken  to  the  city  jail,  and  I  informed  him  that  he  could 
leave  his  money  and  valuables  there,  or  the  deputy  could  take 
them  along  and  give  them  to  the  jailer  at  the  city  jail  for 
him.  He  replied  that  he  had  no  money  except  a  few  cents 
vvhich  he  would  like  to  keep  for  postage  stamps  and  writing 
material,  and  seeing  that  I  had  a  pair  of  handcuffs  ready,  he 
said  to  me: 

"Don't  make  me  suffer  the  humiliation  of  being  handcuffed 
here.  I  am  a  Mason,  the  head  of  my  lodge,  and  I  make  a 
Masonic  appeal  to  you  to  allow  me  to  have  my  hands  free  in 
going  to  jail." 

"Have  you  any  weapons?"  I  asked. 

"No,  sir,"  he  replied. 

"I  think  I  will  see,"  I  said.  A  loaded  pistol  was  produced 
from  his  hip-pocket,  and  a  well-filled  pocket-book  also.  He 
held  out  his  hands  for  the  handcuff's  without  any  further 
remark.  On  his  return  from  the  Albany  penitentiary  he  called 
upon  me  and  asked  me  to  lend  him  some  money  to  reach 
home  with,  the  amount  furnished  him  at  Albany  not  .being 
sufficient.  I  asked  him  if  he  had  any  plan  to  escape  that 
night  when  he  was  taken  to  the  city  jail,  and  he  said  he  had. 
and  that  his  friends  were  awaiting  him  with  a  horse.  1 
loaned  him  the  money  that  he  asked  for,  and  took  his  note, 
and  have  it  yet  in  my  possession. 

How  the  powerful,  greedy,  selfish  real  estate  clique 
of  those  days,  aided  by  a  partially  controlled  press, 
sought — unsuccessfully — to  bring  about  Parker's  re- 
moval from  office,  when,  as  chief  postoffice  inspector,  he 
came  here  to  select  sites  for  the  branch  postoffices,  is 
related  with  vigorous  directness: 

I  was  waited  upon  by  a  man  who  told  me  I  could  depend 
upon  what  he  said. 

"The  real  estate  men  of  San  Francisco  are  organized,"  he 
announced,  "and  you  must  come  into  the  arrangement  with 
them  as  to  locating  the  branch  postoffices.  ...  I  will  say  to 
you  that  if  you  say  you  will  not,  you  will  have  rough  weather 
and  your  official  scalp  will  not  be  worth  the  snap  of  my  finger. 
Influence  is  strong  enough  to  take  c:irc  that  the  Postoffice  De- 
partment will  be  found  ready  to  act  with   us." 

"I  will  go  into  no  such  understanditv.:."  1  told  him.  .  .  . 
"There  can  be  no  arrangement  with  any  real  estate  men  or 
any   other    nun." 

"Prepare  to  take  your  medicine,"  said  he,  "you  will  get  it 
soon,"  and  departed.  That  evening  an  evening  paper 
menced  .1  system  '">f  attacks  which  the  paper  announced  would 
be  personal  and  otherwise  on  the  "Eastern  fellow  who  his 
come  and  assumed  to  override  all  local  interests,  and  prob- 
ably  has  some  secret  combination  witli  si>mc  few  property- 
holders  to  make  his  'Jack.'  as  Eastern  Federal  office-holders 
have  done  from  time  immemorial  when  they  have  been   In  ' 

''Some  Recollections  of  Public  Men,"  on<  of  the 
closing  chapters  of  the  book,  is  of  exceptional  interest, 
dealing  with  intimate  phases  of  the  lives  t>i  many  noted 
Americans.  Reproductions  of  war-time  official  orders 
:\rv  numerous,  adding  undeniably  in  this  record  of  Lieu- 
tenant Parker. 

A  Chautauqua   Hoy  in   '61   and  Afterward.     By 
David  B.  Parker,  with  an  introduction  by  Albert  Bush- 
i  nell  Hart,  Ph.  D.,  LL.  D.,  Lilt.  D. 


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and  love,  but  the  author  has  done  it  satis- 
factorily and  in  such  a  way  as  to  make  us 
watchful  lest  we,  too,  entertain  angels  un- 
awares. 

When  Peter  Davenant  makes  a  fortune  by 
lucky  mining  speculations  he  naturally  gravi- 
tates toward  Olivia  Guion,  who  once  rejected 
his  advances,  with  scorn,  in  fact  with  inso- 
lence. Davenant  is  not  in  the  least  hopeful. 
He  believes  his  love  incident  to  be  a  closed 
book,  especially  as  Olivia  is  now  engaged  to 
Colonel  Ashley,  a  British  army  officer  of  high 
repute  and  fine  character.  But  Davenant  ar- 
rives in  the  nick  of  time.  Olivia's  father  has 
been  living  for  years  beyond  his  means  and 
is  now  faced  with  exposure  and  ruin  for  the 
considerable  offense  of  using  trust  funds  for 
his  own  purposes.  Davenant  lends  him  nearly 
half  a  million  dollars  without  security  and 
finds  himself  at  once  in  a  coil  of  misunder- 
standings and  perplexities.  That  we  are  per- 
suaded of  his  entire  disinterestedness,  that  he 
is  actually  a  sort  of  Sir  Galahad,  is  a  proof 
of  the  author's  power,  but  no  one  else  is  per- 
suaded. Olivia  naturally  believes  that  Dave- 
nant wants  to  make  good  his  footing  with  her, 
and  so  far  resents  the  loan  as  to  urge  her 
father  to  go  to  prison  rather  than  accept  it. 
That  this  will  imply  the  ruin  of  those  whose 
money  her  father  has  stolen  does  not  occur 
to  her,  but  would  it  occur  to  any  woman  ? 
Equally  naturally,  the  English  lover  takes  the 
same  view  and  refuses  to  allow  his  future 
wife  to  be  under  any  sort  of  obligation  to  a 
former  suitor,  and  especially  an  obligation 
that  can  never  be  discharged.  So  Davenant 
finds  that  his  loan  has  apparently  interfered 
with  a  love  match  and  that  instead  of  being 
an  earthly  providence  he  is  a  sort  of  inter- 
loper and  mischief-maker  who  is  using  tht 
brutal  power  of  money  for  his  own  Machiavel- 
lian ends.  Never  was  so  painful  a  situation 
for  a  man  who  had  performed  a  simple  act  of 
benevolence  without  any  idea  of  ultimate  re- 
ward. 

Possibly  some  readers  who  are  of  the  earth 
earthy  will  refuse  to  be  convinced  of  Dave- 
nant's  disinterestedness,  will  refuse  to  believe 
that  he  was  willing  to  give  half  a  million 
dollars  to  a  weak  and  contemptible  old 
swindler  merely  because  of  a  previous  and 
hopeless  sentiment  for  his  daughter.  That 
point  must  be  left  for  individual  determina- 
tion, but  it  is  our  own  conviction  that  Dave- 
nant's  type  is  neither  impossible  nor  unusual, 
and  that  the  knight  sans  pcur  ct  sans  re- 
proclic  did  not  wholly  disappear  with  the  days 
when  chivalry  wore  armor.  At  least  the  au- 
thor is  to  be  congratulated  upon  a  bold 
presentation,  and  upon  an  act  of  daring  in 
creating  two  so  nearly  flawless  and  yet  so 
opposite  characters  as  Peter  Davenant  and 
Colonel  Ashley.  Moral  greatness  is  usually 
terra  incognita  to  the  modern  novelist,  and 
that  it  should  be  explored  so  resolutely  and 
skillfully  places  this  novel  upon  a  high  step 
of   the   fiction   ladder. 

The  Street  Called  Straight.  By  the  author 
of  "The  Inner  Shrine."  New  York:  Harper  & 
Brothers;   $1.35  net. 

South  American  Archaeology. 

No  other  science  has  so  great  a  need  of 
synthetic  treatment  as  archeology,  and  "it  is 
strange  that  it  has  been  so  largely  neglected. 
The  different  countries  of  the  world  are 
usually  treated  by  the  archaeologist  as  though 
they  were  water-tight  compartments  without 
mutual  relationships  or  common  ethnological 
origins.  And  yet  the  lay  student  who  reads 
of  Crete,  Egypt,  and  South  America — to  go  no 
further  afield — is  unable  to  drive  from  the 
back  of  his  mind  the  conviction  that  some- 
where there  may  be  links,  and  he  hungers  for 
their  identification. 

But  such  works  as  that  of  Mr.  Joyce  per- 
form a  vastly  useful  function.  Archaeology, 
next  to  astronomy,  has  an  unequaled  power  to 
place  our  momentary  interests  and  enthusi- 
asms in  their  right  perspective  and  to  provide 
us  with  a  majestic  background  as  a  standard 
of  value.  Archeology  dwarfs  the  importances 
of  the  present,  but  the  process  is  a  salutary 
one.  We  should  be  far  less  conceited  if  we 
knew  more  of  the  past,  and  so  the  archaeolo- 
gist may  regard  himself  as  a  moral  agent. 

In  the  course  of  his  imposing  volume  Mr. 
Joyce  deals  with  the  dwe'lers  in  the  Andes, 
the  nomads  of  the  plains,  and  the  inhabitants 
of  the  forests,  and  the  order  in  which  they  are 
named  is,  he  tells  us,  their  order  in  the  scale 
of  culture.  The  Incas,  we  learn,  have  been 
given  a  somewhat  exaggerated  position  in  the 
.issignment  of  cultural  merit  and  "as  the  cre- 
ators  of  an  elaborate  and  thoroughly  efficient 
form  of  imperial  government."  That  they  were 
one  of  a  lar^e  number  of  similar  tribes  has 
been  overlooked.  They  invented  neither  the 
governmental,  locial,  nor  religious  systems  as- 
sociated with  their  name,  but  Being  the  largest 
pf  these  tribes  their  success  was  in  the  adapta- 
tion of  a  cot-  titution  devised  for  small  states 
lo  the  needs  of  an  extended  empire. 

It  would  be  hard  to  sample  the  wealth  of 


the  information  given  to  us  by  Mr.  Joyce  or 
the  lucidity  of  the  style  in  which  it  is  pre- 
sented. His  volume  is  the  last  word  up  to  the 
present  time  on  South  American  archeology, 
an  important  contribution  to  science,  and  a 
delight  to  the  lay  student.  And  not  the  least 
of  its  charms  is  the  profusion  of  its  vivid 
illustrations. 

South    American    Archeology.      By    T.    Athol 
Joyce.     New  York:  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons;  $3.50. 


The  Byways  of  Paris. 
That  this  book  is  by  the  curator  of  the 
Carnavalet  Museum  in  Paris  is  sufficient 
proof  of  its  competence.  No  man  living 
knows  more  of  the  French  capital  than 
Georges  Cain  or  is  better  able  to  make  the 
past  speak  through  the  lips  of  the  present. 
M.  Cain  takes  us  up  and  down  the  streets 
of  Paris  with  an  unfailing  eye  for  the  relics 
of  history.  Here  is  the  house  where  some 
Titan  was  born,  or  lived,  or  died.  At  this 
corner  of  the  street,  or  in  this  church  or  res- 
taurant, occurred  the  tragedy  or  the  romance 
that  is  still  treasured  in  the  national  story. 
Here  a  piece  of  history  was  made,  and  there 
some  great  poet  or  artist  was  wont  to  com- 
mune with  his  soul.  The  author  makes  us 
feel  how  much  we  may  miss  if  we  visit  Paris 
without  such  a  chaperon  as  he  now  gives  us 
and  how  many  eloquent  messages  may  remain 
unheard  without  such  an  interpreter.  Plis  de- 
scriptive power  is  delightful,  but  even  more 
de'.ightful  are  the  illustrations  so  profusely 
supplied  and  that  picture  for  us  the  Paris  of 
long  ago  and  the  great  events  that  belong 
to  the  history  of  the  world.  There  are  133 
of  these  illustrations  and  six  ancient  and  mod- 
ern maps  and  plans. 

The  Byways  of  Paris.  By  Georges  Cain. 
Translated  by  Louise  Seymour  Houghton.  New 
York:  Duffield  &  Co.;  $2.50  net. 


A  Rolling  Stone. 
Mr.  Croker  manages  to  tell  a  rather  unim- 
pressive story  in  a  rather  impressive  way. 
Owen  Wynyard  is  a  sort  of  ne'er-do-weel 
whose  extravagance  and  bad  luck  finally  pro- 
duce an  ultimatum  from  his  wealthy  uncle, 
who  has  been  his  only  visible  means  of  sup- 
port. Owen  must  earn  his  own  living  without 
debt  or  entanglements  for  the  space  of  two 
years  or  be  disinherited.  So  Owen  becomes 
a  chauffeur  to  two  old  maiden  ladies  in  a 
country  village,  drives  their  crazy  automobile, 
works  in  the  garden  and  cleans  windows,  and 
makes  the  acquaintance  of  their  niece  Aurea. 
The  story  is  well  told,  but  not  wholly  with- 
out extravagances,  and  incidentally  we  get  a 
fair  picture  of  English  country  life  and  the 
status  of  "the  lower  classes." 

A    Rolling    Stone.      By    B.    M.    Croker.      New 
York:    Brentano's. 


In  a  Portuguese  Garden, 
If  the  author  of  this  substantial  volume  of 
verse  had  been  so  fortunate  as  to  live  in  an 
age  more  inclined  to  welcome  beautiful  things 
her  work  would  receive  a  wider  recognition 
than  is  now  likely  to  fall  to  its  lot.  Without 
showing  signs  of  any  distinct  message  or 
revelation,  it  is  obviously  the  product  of  a 
large  and  sincere  mind  with  an  inclination  to 
reverence  and  a  quick  appreciation  of  senti- 
ment. Its  quality  is  meditative  and  reflective 
rather  than  enterprising  and — an  unusual  fea- 
ture in  so  large  a  book — there  are  very  few 
selections  that  ought  to  have  been  omitted. 
The  author's  conscience  will  probably  be  her 
only  reward — there  are  few  poets  who  can 
expect  any  more — but  her  conscience  need 
have  no  reproaches  for  the  production  of  a 
volume  containing  so  many  fine  and  delicate 
things. 

In  a  Portuguese  Garden  and  Other  Verse.  By 
Cara  E.  W  hi  torn  Stone.  Boston :  Sherman,  French 
&    Co.;    $1.50    net. 


The  Evolution  of  Industry. 

Professor  D.  H.  Macgregor  devotes  himself 
to  an  inquiry,  from  the  English  standpoint, 
into  the  recent  changes  that  have  given  us 
the  present  condition  of  the  working  classes, 
and  so  far  from  being  surprised  at  their  radi- 
calism he  wonders  at  their  moderation.  They 
have  the  vast  preponderance  of  votes  and 
practically  speaking  they  can  ask  and  have 
whatever  they  will.  Their  supposed  modera- 
tion he  attributes  first  of  all  to  habit,  which, 
in  the  words  of  Professor  James,  "saves  the 
children  of  fortune  from  the  envious  uprisings 
of  the  poor."  A  second  factor  is  charity, 
whose  meliorative  strength  is  scarcely  realized, 
and  thirdly,  there  are  the  personal  relation- 
ships of  private  social  life,  which  hold  oft"  eco- 
nomic discontent  by  preoccupying  the  thoughts 
and  lives  of  the  people.  These  seem  frail 
barriers  against  class  antagonisms  and  likely 
to  grow  still  more  frail  with  the  passage  of 
time,  The  volume  appears  in  the  Home  Uni- 
versity Library. 

The  Evolution  of  Industry.  By  D.  H.  Mac- 
gregor,     New    Ymk:    Henry    Molt   &   Co.;    50   cents 


Georgette. 
Marion  Hill  tells  us  a  story  of  the  stage 
thai  not  only  proves  her  knowledge  of  the 
ground)  but  a'so  her  possession  of  a  grati- 
fying sense  of  humor.  Georgette  is  a  popu- 
lar actress  who  is  ordered  into  the  country 
after  a  nervous  breakdown.  Her  ranch  hosts 
arc  Horry  and  Rachel  Dorn blazer,  and  of 
course  Gorgettc  captivates  the  rustic  but  cul- 


tivated Horry  and  "breaks  a  country  heart  for 
pastime  ere  she  goes  to  town."  Indeed  she 
would  have  quite  broken  up  the  happy  home 
but  for  the  admirable  qualities  of  the  inimi- 
table Rachel.  Perhaps  the  author  somewhat 
strains  her  license  when  she  represents 
Georgette  as  amusing  herself  through  a  coun- 
try afternoon  by  learning  the  star  part  in  a 
new  play  and  doing  it  so  well  that  on  her  re- 


turn to  Broadway  she  is  able,  that  same  night, 
to  fill  the  emergency  vacancy  created  by  the 
illness  of  the  star.  But  who  are  we  to  judge 
of  such  things  or  to  place  limits  upon  the 
genius  of  the  effervescent  Georgette  ?  It  is 
certain  that  Marion  Hill  has  given  us  another 
fresh,  vigorous,  and  humorous  story. 

Georgette.      By    Marion    Hill.      Boston:    Small, 
Maynard   &  Co.:    $1.25   net. 


STATEMENT 

of  the  Condition  and  Value  of  the  Assets  and  Liabilities 

—  OF  — 

THE  HIBERNIA  SAVINGS  AND  LOAN  SOCIETY 

HIBERNIA  BANK 

(A  CORPORATION) 
(Member  of  the  Associated  Savings  Banks  of  San  Francisco) 

DATED  JUNE  30,  1912 


ASSETS 

l_BONDS  OF  THE  UNITED  STATES  ($8,585,000.00),  of  the  State  of 
California  and  Municipalities  thereof  ($4,091,137.50),  of  the  State 
of  New  York  ($650,000.00),  the  actual  value  of  which  is $14,566,400.65 

2— CASH  in  United  States  Gold  and  Silver  Coin  and  Checks 1,785,621.29 

3— MISCELLANEOUS  BONDS  ($6,185,000.00),  the  actual  value  of  which 

is  6,200,644.06 

$22,552,666.00 
They  are : 
"San  Francisco  and  North  Pacific  Railway  Company  5  per  cent 
Bonds"  ($476,000.00),  "Southern  Pacific  Branch  Railway  Company 
of  California  6  per  cent  Bonds"  ($306,000.00),  "Southern  Pacific 
Company,  San  Francisco  Terminal  4  per  cent  Bonds"  ($150,000.00), 
"Western  Pacific  Railway  Company  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($250,000.00), 
"San  Francisco  and  San  Joaquin  Valley  Railway  Company  5  per 
cent  Bonds"  ($120,000.00),  "Northern  California  Railway  Company 
5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($83,000.00),  "Northern  Railway  Company  of 
California  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($54,000.00),  "Market  Street  Cable 
Company  6  per  cent  Bonds"  ($758,000.00),  "Market  Street  Railway 
Company  First  Consolidated  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($753,000.00),  "Los 
Angeles  Pacific  Railroad  Company  of  California  Refunding  5  per. 
cent  Bonds"  ($400,000.00),  "Los  Angeles  Railway  Company  of 
California  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($334,000.00),  "The  Omnibus  Cable 
Company  6  per  cent  Bonds"  ($167,000.00),  "Sutter  Street  Railway 
Company  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($150,000.00),  "Gough  Street  Railway 
Company  5  per  cent  Bonds"  ($20,000.00),  "Ferries  and  Cliff  House 
Railway  Company  6  per  cent  Bonds"  ($6000.00),  "San  Francisco. 
Oakland  and  San  Jose  Railway  Company  5  per  cent  Bonds" 
($5000.00),  "The  Merchants'  Exchange  7  per  cent  Bonds"  ($1,450,- 
000.00),  "San  Francisco  Gas  and  Electric  Company  AYz  per  cent 
Bonds"  ($553,000.00),  "Los  Angeles  Gas  and  Electric  Company  5  per 
cent  Bonds"  ($100,000.00),  "Spring  Valley  Water  Company  4  per 
cent  Bonds"   ($50,000.00). 

4_PROMISSORY    NOTES    and    the    debts    thereby    secured,    the    actual 

value  of  which  is $32,260,263.29 

The  condition  of  said  Promissory  Notes  and  debts  is  as  follows : 
They  are  all  existing  Contracts,  owned  by  said  Corporation  and 
are  payable  to  it  at  its  office,  which  is  situated  at  the  corner  of 
Market,  McAllister  and  Jones  Streets,  in  the  City  and  County  of 
San  Francisco,  State  of  California,  and  the  payment  thereof  is 
secured  by  First  Mortgages  on'  Real  Estate  within  this  state.  Said 
Promissory  Notes  are  kept  and  held  by  said  Corporation  at  its  said 
office,  which  is  its  principal  place  of  business,  and  said  Notes  and 
debts  are  there  situated. 

5 — PROMISSORY    NOTES    and    the    debts   thereby    secured,    the    actual 

value    of    which    is 297,879.00 

The  condition  of  said  Promissory  Notes  and  debts  is  as  follows : 
They  are  all  existing  Contracts,  owned  by  said  Corporation,  and 
are  payable  to  it  at  its  office,  which  is  situated  as  aforesaid,  and 
the  payment  thereof  is  secured  by  pledge  and  hypothecation  of 
Bonds  of  Railroad  and  Quasi-Public  Corporations  and  other  se- 
curities. 

6 — (a)  Real  Estate  situated  in  the  City  and  County  of  San  Francisco 
($1,035,150.97),  and  in  the  Counties  of  Santa  Clara  ($13,891.54), 
Alameda  ($2997.80)  and  of  Los  Angeles  ($5396.62),  in  this  state, 
the  actual  value  of  which  is 1,057,436.93 

(b)   The  Land  and  Building  in  which  said  Corporation  keeps  its  said 

office,  the  actual  value  of  which  is 976,089.93 

The  Condition  of  said  Real  Estate  is  that  it  belongs  to  said  Cor- 
poration and  part  of  it  is  productive. 

7— ACCRUED  INTEREST  ON  LOANS  AND   BONDS 276,496.47 

TOTAL   ASSETS    $57,420,836.62 


LIABILITIES 

1— SAID    CORPORATION    OWES    DEPOSITS    amounting    to    and    the 

actual  value  of  which  is $54,099,874.46 

(Number  of  Depositors,  83,378;  Average  Amount 
of  Deposits,  $648.45.) 

2—CONTINGENT  FUND — Accrued  Interest  on  Loans  and 

Bonds $    276,496.47 

3— RESERVE  FUND,  Actual  cash 3,044,465.69—     3,320,962.16 

TOTAL  LIABILITIES   $57,420,836.62 

THE  HIBERNIA  SAVINGS  &  LOAN  SOCIETY, 

Bv  JAMES   R.  KELLY.   Presided. 
THE  HIBERNIA  SAVINGS  &  LOAN  SOCIETY,     • 

By   R.   M.   TOBIN,    Secretarv. 


STATE  OF  CALIFORNIA,       ( 
City  and  County  of  San  Francisco  \       ' 

JAMES  R.  KELLY  and  R.  M.  TOBIN.  being  each  duly  sworn,  each  for  himself, 
says  ■  That  said  LAMES  R.  KELLY  is  President  and  that  said  R.  M.  TOBIN  is  Secre- 
tary of  THE  HIBERNIA  SAVINGS  AND  LOAN  SOCIETY,  the  Corporation  above 
mentioned,  and  that  the  foregoing  statement  is  true. 

TAMES    R.    KELLY.    President. 
R.    M.    TOBIN    Secretary. 

Subscribed  and  sworn  to  before  me  this  1st  day  of  July,  1912. 

CHARLES  T.  STANLEY, 
Notary  Public  in  and  for  the  City  and  County  of 
San  Francisco.  State  of  California. 


July  13,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


25 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Education. 
Dr.  Irving  King  describes  his  substantial 
volume  as  "a  book  of  sources  and  original  dis- 
cussions with  annotated  bibliographies,"  and 
perhaps  a  symposium  of  this  kind  with  its 
many-angled  vision  and  breadth  of  view  is 
better  adapted  to  the  subject  than  the  dis- 
cussions that  come  from  a  single  pen  and  that 
are  always  liable  to  assume  the  form  of  a  spe- 
cial plea.  It  has  been  Dr.  King's  plan  to  se- 
lect the  best  pronouncements  upon  each  de- 
partment of  inquiry  and  to  set  them  forth 
with  copious  bibliographies  for  the  sake  of 
those  wishing  to  search  yet  further.  The  re- 
sult is  a  volume  of  twenty  chapters  that  cover 
the  whole  ground  of  the  relation  between  the 
school  and  the  community,  both  from  the 
standpoint  of  underlying  principles  as  well  as 
from  that  of  concrete  phases  and  applications. 
A  volume  of  this  kind  can  hardly  be  said 
to  have  opinions,  inasmuch  as  it  expresses  all 
opinions.  At  the  same  time  Dr.  King  allows 
us  to  see  by  his  introduction  that  our  educa- 
tional policy  has  been  fruitful  in  disappoint- 
ments. He  quotes  Professor  William  James  as 
saying  that  "there  is  not  a  public  abuse  on 
the  whole  Eastern  coast  which  does  not  re- 
ceive the  enthusiastic  approval  of  some  Har- 
vard graduate."  There  was  a  time  when  edu- 
cation was  supposed  to  extirpate  both  crime 
and  unhappiness.  We  have  no  such  illusions 
now.  It  has  even  invented  new  and  meaner 
crimes.  C.  A.  Ellwood  is  quoted  as  saying 
that  the  intellect  is  the  servant  of  the  passions, 
"and  sometimes  education  only  makes  the  per- 
son more  adroit  in  carrying  out  these  im- 
pulses." President  Eliot  says  that  the  intelli- 
gence produced  by  our  schools  is  ineffective 
and  not  worth  the  money  spent.  We  may,  in- 
deed, feel  justified  in  the  belief  that  the  child 
needs  to  be  let  alone  more  than  anything  else 
and  that  the  old  village  school  produced  more 
great  men  than  will  ever  be  laid  to  the  credit 
of  the  modern  university.  Character  is  the 
one  essential  of  good  citizenship,  and  that  to 
which  all  other  things  will  be  added.  We  may 
we'd  look  askance  upon  modern  education  as 
a  character  builder,  even  if  we  do  not  go  so 
far  as  some  competent  critics  who  pronounce 
it  as  a  character  destroyer.  Too  much  notice 
is  just  as  bad  for  children  collectively  as  in- 
dividually. Dr.  King  has  done  well  to  collect 
so  many  opinions  and  to  transmit  them  in  so 
intelligent  a  form.  His  book  is  so  well  edited, 
so  comprehensive,  and  so  practical  that  it 
would  be  hard  to  overrate  its  value. 

Social  Aspects  of  Education.  By  Irving  King, 
Ph.  D.  New  York:  The  Macmillan  Company; 
$1.60   net. 

The  Sheriff  of  Badger. 
Parts  of  this  story  have  already  appeared 
as  separate  narratives,  and  they  now  work 
up  into  a  very  satisfactory  picture  of  border 
life  when  ranchmen  practically  made  their  own 
laws  and  appointed  the  hardiest  of  their  num- 
ber to  enforce  them.  Lafe  Johnson,  the 
"Sheriff  of  Badger,"  is  a  cattleman  who  wins 
the  approval  of  the  community  by  his  bearing 
in  a  duel.  As  sheriff  he  administers  the  law 
without  fear  or  favor,  meeting  the  adventures 
customary  to  the  day  and  acquitting  himself 
with  distinction  both  in  love  and  in  war.  Lafe 
Johnson  was  probably  a  type,  and  we  feel  that 
a  portrait  has  been  drawn  without  exaggera- 
tion or  even  misplaced   emphasis. 

The  Sheriff  of  Badger.  By  George  Pattullo. 
New  York:  D.  Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


The  House  of  Pride. 
These  latest  stories  by  Mr.  Jack  London  are 
told  as  well  as  ever,  but  the  incidents  them- 
selves seem  to  be  a  little  thin,  as  though  the 
author  were  approaching  the  end  of  his  note- 
book. We  have  three  stories  centring  more 
or  less  around  the  fragrant  topic  of  the 
Molokai  lepers  and  three  others  on  the  sub- 
ject of  mixed  marriages  in  Molokai.  Mr. 
London  never  fails  to  be  interesting,  but  his 
stock  of  material  needs  replenishing. 

The  House  of  Pride.      By  Jack  London.     New 
York:  The  Macmillan  Company. 


Briefer  Reviews. 

Brentano's  monthly  issue  of  German  novels 
now  incjudes  "Maria  da  Caza,"  by  Georg 
Freiherrn  von  Otmpteda,  and  "George  Bangs 
Liebe,"  by  Karl  Rosner.  Price,  25  cents  per 
volume. 

"Truth,  Tattle,  and  Toyland,"  by  Felton  B. 
Elkins  (Duffield  &  Co.),  is  a  little  collection 
of  aphorisms,  some  witty,  some  ironical,  some 
of  them  even  true,  but  none  of  them  ill- 
natured. 

"Practical  Poultrykeeping,"  by  R.  B.  Sands, 
has  now  been  added  to  the  library  of  Outing 
Handbooks  (Outing  Publishing  Company;  70 
cents  net),  now  comprising  about  two  hun- 
dred volumes  covering  all  phases  of  outdoor 
and    home    life. 

"The  Quiet  Courage  and  Other  Songs  of 
the  Unafraid,"  by  Everard  Jack  Appleton 
(Stewart  &  Kidd  Company),  is  a  volume  of 
verses  upon  a  well-chosen  theme,  many  of 
them  in  dialect  and  some  few  of  them  mu- 
sical  and  vigorous. 

Under  the  title  of  "Mind  Cure  and  Other 
Essays,"  Dr.  Philip  Zenner  writes  with  an  at- 
tractive common  sense  on  many  of  the  "vital 
topics   of  the   day,   such   as   education,   social  ' 


disease,  and  eugenics.  Dr.  Zenner  is  cer- 
tainly not  a  faddist,  and  if  he  may  be  said 
to  advance  a  plea  it  is  for  reason  and  modera- 
tion in  all  things.  The  little  volume  is  pub- 
lished by  the  Stewart  &  Kidd  Company. 
Price,  $1.25. 

A  general  consideration  of  the  religious 
condition  of  the  South  American  peoples  will 
be  found  in  "South  American  Problems,"  by 
Robert  E.  Speer  (New  York :  Student  Volun- 
teer Movement  for  Foreign  Missions).  The 
work  is,  of  course,  anti-Catholic  in  tone  and 
it  _may  strike  an  answering  spark  from  the 
zealot.  Missionary  work  in  South  America  is 
not  one  of  those  problems  likely  to  drive  us 
into  frenzy. 

"A  History  of  Inland  Transport  and  Com- 
munication in  England,"  by  Edwin  A.  Pratt 
(E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $2  net),  is  a  bulky  vol- 
ume of  500  pages  appearing  in  the  National 
Industries  series  and  intended  to  tell  the 
story  of  inland  transport  and  communication 
from  the  earliest  times  to  the  present  date, 
showing  the  effect  of  its  gradual  development 
on  the  growth  and  expansion  of  trade  and 
industry  and  on  the  general  economic  and 
social  conditions  of  the  country. 

The  series  of  Handbooks  of  English  Litera- 
ture under  the  general  editorship  of  Professor 
Hales  has  now  been  enriched  by  a  competent 
presentation  of  "The  Age  of  Alfred,  664-1154," 
by  F.  J.  Snell,  M.  A.  (the  Macmillan  Com- 
pany; $1).  The  author  divides  his  work  into 
"Heroic  Poetry,"  "Religious  Poetry,"  and 
"Prose,"  and  succeeds  easily  in  his  task  of 
proving  that  "old  English  literature  deserves 
the  attention  not  only  of  the  philologer  and 
the  antiquary,  but  of  the  lover  of  belles 
lettres." 

Mr.  J.  Franklin  Collins  and  Mr.  Howard 
W.  Preston,  authors  of  the  "Illustrated  Key 
to  the  Wild  and  Commonly  Cultivated  Trees 
of  the  Northeastern  United  States  and  Adja- 
cent Canada"  (Henry  Holt  &  Co.),  explain 
that  the  object  of  their  work  is  to  serve  as  a 
key  to  those  who  wish  to  become  acquainted 
with  the  trees  of  the  regions  indicated.  It  is 
clearly  and  concisely  written  and  well  illus- 
trated, and  as  it  is  of  pocket  size  it  will  doubt- 
less be  the  companion  of  many  a  country 
ramble. 

"A  Handbook  of  Birds  of  Eastern  North 
America,"  by  Frank  M.  Chapman  (D.  Apple- 
ton  &  Co.;  $3.50  net),  has  abundantly  proved 
its  value  by  reaching  an  eighth  edition.  The 
text  of  the  previous  edition  has  been  revised, 
much  of  it  rewritten,  and  the  whole  work 
printed  from  new  plates  with  the  addition  of 
migration  records,  nesting  dates,  and  many 
biographical  references.  The  new  edition 
contains  also  an  introduction  of  over  a  hun- 
dred pages  on  "How  to  Study  the  Birds  in 
Nature." 

The  various  sects  of  what,  in  England,  is 
called  nonconformity,  is  hardly  a  matter  of 
popular  interest  in  America,  where  there  is 
legally  neither  conformity  nor  nonconformity. 
But  Dr.  W.  B.  Selbie,  M.  A.,  D.  D.,  in  "Eng- 
lish Sects:  A  History  of  Nonconformity," 
gives  a  striking  exposition  of  the  extent  to 
which  religious  nonconformity  is,  and  always 
has  been,  bound  up  with  the  greater  problems 
of  liberty  To  believe  or  to  disbelieve  a  creed 
is  of  no  importance,  but  the  right  to  believe 
or  to  disbelieve  is  the  hinge  of  freedom.  Dr. 
Selbie's  volume  appears  in  the  Home  Uni- 
versity Library,  now  in  course  of  issue  by 
Henry  Holt  &  Co.  Price,  50  cents  net  per 
volume. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
The  majority  of  the  members  of  Owen 
Johnson's  class,  Yale,  1900,  according  to  a 
poll  taken  by  the  Yale  News,  agree  with  his 
criticisms  in  "Stover  at  Yale"  upon  the  social 
organization  of  the  university,  especially  the 
fraternity  and  society  system. 

James  H.  Blount  has  embodied  the  results 
of  his  seven  years'  Philippine  experience  as 
officer  of  volunteers  and  district  judge  in  a 
volume,  entitled  "The  American  Occupation 
of  the  Philippines."  Judge  Blount  favors 
speedy  independence   for  the   Philippines. 

Germany's  oldest  poet,  Herr  Heinrich 
Zeise,  has  just  celebrated  his  ninety-seventh 
birthday  in  Altona.  Although  he  has  become 
deaf  and  blind,  Zeise's  poetical  gifts  have  not 
been  seriously  impaired,  and  he  still  dictates 
lengthy  poems  to  his  grandchildren.  On  his 
birthday  he  dictated  an  ode  dedicated  to  tht 
Kaiser,  who,  as  usual,  sent  him  a  message  of 
congratulation.  The  poet  has  asked  his  grand- 
children not  to  publish  his  last  pieces  of 
poetry  before  he  dies,  fearing  they  should  be 
judged  unworthy  of  his  former  works. 

Sir  Rider  Haggard  has  written  another 
novel  of  African  adventure,  this  time  with 
the  Boer  War  as  a  background.  Its  title, 
"Marie,"  is  from  its  heroine,  a  French  maid, 
but  Allan  Quartermain  is  a  prominent  figure 
in  the  story.  Longmans,  Green  &  Co.  will 
publish    the   book   in   America   next   month. 

An  authoress  who  had  four  short  stories 
accepted  by  the  magazines  in  1907,  and  who 
has  written  many  successful  ones  since,  in 
addition  to  a  book  which  went  into  four  edi- 
tions and  was  republished  in  England,  recently 
confessed  to   a  New  York  Evening  Post  re- 


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porter  that  her  earnings  in  five  years 
amounted  to  $2187.96,  a  yearly  average  of 
$437.59.  Her  advice  to  young  literary  aspi- 
rants is  summed  up  in — "To  try  dry  goods 
clerking,  try  fudge-making,  try  house-building, 
try  aeroplaning,  try  typewriting,  but  never  try 
magazine  writing  if  the  price  of  the  porter- 
house is  a  matter  of  any  concern  to  her." 

The  current  number  of  the  Fortnightly  Re- 
view discloses  the  long-hid  secret  of  George 
Meredith's  origin,  clearing  away  a  mystery 
that  has  tantalized  the  world.  George  Mere- 
dith, it  is  now  learned,  was  the  son  of  a 
Portsmouth  tailor.  "Evan  Harrington,"  says 
the  writer  in  the  Fortnightly,  a  relative  of 
Meredith,  was  the  biting  analysis  of  the  great 
author's  own  spirit  of  snobbery,  and,  at  the 
same  time,  the  story,  in  a  measure,  of  his 
family  history.  That  the  novelist  should  have 
left  uncontradicted  false  rumors  regarding 
his  antecedents  and  ever  threatened  to  haunt 
any  one  who  attempted  his  biography,  and  at 
the  same  time  should  have  mercilessly  dis- 
sected his  own  false  pride,  makes  one  of  the 
strangest  contradictions  in   literary   history. 

George  Palmer  Putnam,  son  of  a  member 
of  the  publishing  firm  of  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons, 
has  been  elected  mayor  of  Bend,  Oregon.  He 
is  editor  and  owner  of  the  Bend  Bulletin. 

Pierre  Loti,  the  French  author  and  drama- 
tist, will  make  his  first  visit  to  America  next 
fall.  Mr.  Loti  is  part  author  with  _  Judith 
Gautier  of  "The  Daughter  of  Heaven,"  a 
spectacular  drama  of  modern  China,  that 
Liebler  &  Co.  are  to  present  at  the  Century 
Theatre,  New  York  City,  next  season.  Some 
idea  of  the  scale  on  which  it  will  be  produced 
may  be  gathered  from  the  fact  that  it  will 
require  300  real  Chinese.  Loti's  Eastern 
sympathies,  which  were  strong  enough  to 
make  him  a  convert  to  Mohammedanism,  per- 
haps account  for  the  fact  that  he  does  not 
speak  English. 

Bleak  House,  at  Broadstairs,  for  many 
years  the  home  of  Charles  Dickens,  was  sold 
on  June  7  for  $15,500.  Broadstairs,  a  water- 
ing place  in  the  Isle  of  Thanet,  was  the  sum- 
mer home  of  Dickens  from  1837  to  1851.  His 
house  at  Broadstairs  was  originally  called 
Fort  House.  The  name  of  "Bleak  House" 
was  given  to  it  later  through  association  with 
Diekens's  novel  of  that  name,  which,  how- 
ever, was  not  written  until  after  the  author 
had   left    Broadstairs. 

Miss  Joan  Maude,  daughter  of  Charles 
Maude,  the  English  actor,  is  only  four  years 
old,  but  she  is  the  author  of  a  group  of 
stories  (according  to  the  Publishers'  Weekly) 
which  are  on  the  point  of  publication  in  a 
volume  entitled  "Behind  the  Night  Light." 
They  are  stories  told  solemnly,  in  vivid  and 
poetic  phrases,  to  her  mother  or  her  father 
at  odd  moments  of  the  day.  The  child — who 
is,  by  the  way,  the  great-granddaughter  of 
Jenny  Lind — is  described  as  not  at  all  pre- 
cocious, but  as  a  healthy,  merry  little  maid, 
unable  to  read  or  write.  It  is  stated  that 
little  Joan,  ever  since  she  has  been  able  to 
speak,  has  apparently  associated  with  a  whole 
company  of  creatures  whose  looks  and  habits 
she  describes  and  with  whom  she  talks. 
These  descriptions  "are  not  mere  floating  and 
incoherent  visions,"  we  are  told,  "but  recur 
and  have  been  repeated  many  times."  The 
book  is,  of  course,  recommended  to  psycholo- 
gists. 


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„LMA-TADEMA,  THE  ARTIST. 


Sir  Lawrence  Alma-Tadema,  the  English 
painter,  died  at  Wiesbaden,  Germany,  June  24, 
in  his  seventy-seventh  year.  Sir  Lawrence 
Alma-Taderaa  was  born  in  Dronryp,  Nether- 
lands, on  January  8,  1836,  the  son  of  Pieter 
Tadema,  a  notary.  His  father  died  when 
Lawrence  was  four  years  old,  and  his  mother 
experienced  difficulty  in  supporting  herself 
and  two  children  on  the  slender  means  at 
her  command.  Lawrence  attended  the  Gym- 
nasium at  Leeuwarden.  He  wanted  to  be  an 
artist,  but  his  mother  discouraged  his  ambi- 
tion. The  boy  persisted,  and  drew  an  ad- 
mirable sketch  of  his  mother,  which  received 
the  praise  of  his  school  teachers.  At  the  age 
of  fourteen  he  made  a  drawing  of  his  sister 
which  was  accepted  by  the  jury  of  the  Leeu- 
warden Exhibition.  After  this  his  career  was 
settled.  He  was  entered  as  a  student  at  the 
Royal  Academy,  Antwerp,  studying  under 
Leys. 

In  the  exhibition  of  Alma-Tadema'.?  works 
at  the  Grosvenor  Gallery,  in  London,  in  the 
winter  of  1882-83,  were  two  pictures  which 
may  be  said  to  mark  the  beginning  and  end 
of  his  first  period.  These  were  a  portrait 
of  himself,  dated  1852,  and  "A  Bargain," 
painted  in  1860.  His  first  great  success  was 
a  picture  of  "The  Education  of  the  Chil- 
dren of  Clovis  (1861),"  which  was  exhibited 
at  Antwerp.  In  the  following  year  he  re- 
ceived his  first  gold  medal  at  Amsterdam. 
"The  Education  of  the  Children  of  Clovis 
(three  young  children  of  Clovis  and  Clotilde 
practicing  the  art  of  hurling  the  axe  in  the 
presence  of  their  widowed  mother,  who  is 
training  them  to  avenge  the  murder  of  their 
own  parent),"  was  one  of  a  series  of  Mero- 
vingian pictures,  of  which  the  finest  was  the 
"Fregonda"  of  1878,  exhibited  in  1880,  where 
the  rejected  wife  is  watching  from  behind 
her  curtained,  window  the  marriage  of  Chil- 
peric  I  with  Galeswintha.  It  is,  perhaps,  in 
this  series  that  the  painter  is  seen  when 
moved  by  the  deepest  feeling  and  the  strong- 
est spirit  of  romance.  One  of  the  most  pas- 
sionate of  all  is  "Fredegonda  at  the  Death- 
bed of  Praetexatus,"  in  which  the  bishop, 
stabbed  to  death  by  the  order  of  the  queen, 
is  cursing  her  from  his  dying  bed.  Another 
distinct  series  is  designed  to  reproduce  the 
life  of  ancient  Egypt.  One  of  the  first, 
"Egyptians  3000  Years  Ago,"  was  painted  in 
1863.  A  profound  depth  of  pathos  is  sounded 
in  "The  Death  of  the  First-Born,"  painted  in 
1863.  Among  Alma-Tadema's  other  notable 
Egyptian  pictures  are  "An  Egyptian  at  His 
Doorway  (1865),"  "The  Mummy  (1867)," 
"The  Chamberlain  of  Sesostris  (1869),"  "A 
Widow  (1873),"  and  "Joseph,  Overseer  of 
Pharaoh's  Granaries  (1874)."  On  these  scenes 
from  Frankish  and  Egyptian  life  Alma- 
Tadema  spent  great  energy  and  research  ;  but 
his  strongest  art  impulse  was  toward  the  life 
of  ancient  Greece  and  Rome,  especially  the 
latter. 

Among  the  best  known  of  his  earlier  pic- 
tures of  scenes  from  the  classical  times  are 
"Tarquinius  Superbus  (1867),"  "Phidias  and 
the  Elgin  Marbles  (1868),"  "The  Pyrrhic 
Dance  and  The  Wine  Shop  (1869)." 

In  1863  Alma-Tadema  married  a  French- 
woman and  lived  in  Brussels  until  1S69,  when 
she  died,  leaving  him  a  widower  with  two 
children,  Laurence  and  Anna,  both  of  whom 
afterward  made  reputations,  the  former  in 
literature,  the  latter  in  art.  In  1869  he  sent 
to  the  London  Royal  Academy  from  Brussels 
two  pictures,  "Un  Amateur  Romain"  and 
"Une  Danse  Pyrrhique,"  which  were  followed 
by  three  pictures,  including  "Un  Jongleur," 
in  1870,  when  he  went  to  England  to  live. 
By  this  time,  beside  his  Dutch  and  Belgian 
distinctions,  he  had  been  awarded  medals  at 
the  Paris  Salon  of  1864  and  the  Exposition 
Universelle  of  1867.  In  1871  he  married  Miss 
Laura  Epps,  an  Englishwoman  of  talented 
family,  who,  under  her  married  name,  also 
won  a  high  reputation  as  an  artist. 

After  his  arrival  in  England  Alma-Tadema's 
career  was  one  of  continued  success.  Among 
the  most  important  of  his  pictures  during  this 
period  were  "The  Vintage  Festival,"  "The 
Seasons,"  "Sappho,"  "The  Way  to  the 
Temple,"  "An  Earthly  Paradise,"  and 
"Spring."  Most  of  his  other  pictures  have 
been  small  canvases  of  exquisite  finish,  like 
the  "Goldfish"  of  1900.  These,  as  well  as  all 
his  works,  are  remarkable  for  the  way  in 
which  flowers,  textures,  and  hard  reflecting 
substances,  like  metals,  pottery,  and  especially 
marble,  are  painted.  His  work  shows  much 
of  the  fine  execution  and  brilliant  color  of 
the  old  Dutch  masters.  By  the  human  in- 
terest with  which  he  imbued  all  his  scenes,  he 
brought  them  within  the  scope  of  modern 
feeling  and  charmed  with  gentle  sentiment 
and  playful  humor.  He  also  painted  some 
fine  portraits. 

Alma-Tadema  was  knighted  in  1899.  In 
1892  the  University  of  Dublin  gave  him  the 
degree  of  Litt.  D.,  and  in  1893  the  University 
of  Durham  that  of  D.  C.  L.  He  received  also 
gold  medals  from  most  of  the  art  societies 
and  associations  of  Europe. 


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the  total  annual  value  of  their  product  being 

$227,551,000. 


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27 


"LOUISIANA  LOU." 

There  is  an  astonishingly  large  number  of 
pretty  girls  in  the  world — or,  at  least,  in  the 
theatrical  world.  I  might  even  qualify  that, 
and  add,  in  the  San  Francisco  part  of  the 
world.  II  there  weren't  so  many  pretty  girls 
behind  counters  and  in  business  offices  we 
might  think  that  the  musical  comedies  ab- 
sorbed each  year's  crop ;  but  there  they  are, 
perennially  young  and  pretty — in  the  shops, 
in  the  offices,  on  the  stage. 

The  really  enterprising  impresario  of  mu- 
sical comedies  who  is  starting  out  in  earnest 
to  make  a  hit  knows  that,  to  make  it,  it  is 
absolutely  imperative  .to  gather  a  group  of 
pretty  girls.  "Louisiana  Lou,"  therefore,  with 
Barney  Bernard  for  a  starter,  shows  that 
owner  of  the  comedy  feet  surrounded  by  sev- 
eral dozens  of  attractive  girls.  For  they  are 
stunning.  Young,  pretty,  arch,  impeccably 
symmetrical,  nimble  as  grasshoppers  are  they. 
tripping  and  dancing  gayly  in  the  opening 
Mardi  Gras  frolic. 

\\  c  were  scarcely  prepared  for  so  charac- 
teristically a  musical  comedy  beginning,  for 
the  programme  gives  us  the  list  of  characters 
so  conventionally  that  it  reads  more  like 
farce.  We  perceive  at  once  that  the  story, 
in  spite  of  the  deceiving  title,  has  some  ele- 
ments of  cohesiveness.  Louisiana  Lou  is  a 
foundling,  beloved  and  cherished  by  Jacob 
LidofTski,  because,  when  he  picked  her  off 
some  dust-heap  in  her  abandoned  babyhood, 
she  engagingly  pulled  his  whiskers,  and  cooed. 

By  the  way,  how  quick  the  playwright  of 
the  hour  is  to  mirror,  in  his  plays,  the  fad 
of  the  hour.  Prominent  in  summer  novels, 
and  plays,  is  the  motive  of  afFectionate  com- 
radeship between  father  and  daughter.  Henry 
Miller  is  the  adoring  father  to  an  adoring 
daughter,  in  his  latest  dramatic  vehicle;  "The 
Spring  Maid"  and  her  father  were  great  pals. 
Louisiana  Lou  dearly  loves  her  daddy,  though 
he  is  the  pal  of  all  the  hand-me-down  store- 
keepers in  New  Orleans,  and  she  has  just  re- 
turned home  with  the  stamp  of  Paris  on  her 
newly  acquired  young-ladyhood. 

So  there  is  a  pretty  scene,  when  Barney 
Bernard,  as  Lidoffski,  first  appears  upon  the 
stage  and  finds  the  grown  young  lady  true  to 
her    childish    affections. 

Barney  Bernard  has  developed  since  we 
used  to  see  him  in  the  old  Fischer  days.  He 
knew  how  to  make  people  laugh,  then.  Now, 
there  is  a  different  quality  to  the  laughter. 
He  knows  how  to  act,  and  he  can  make  his 
audience  sympathize.  Musical  comedians  often 
take  their  trade  seriously,  and  when  they  do, 
they  learn  how  to  act. 

In  the  comedy  that  follows,  when  the 
titintaHlcs  of  Louisiana  Lou  become  entangled 
between  an  unwilling  and  a  willing  suitor,  and 
old  Lidoffski  finds  that  he  must  renounce  his 
project  of  marrying  his  daughter  to  the  son 
of  his  friend,  Barney  Bernard  gave  us  sev- 
eral little  bits  of  enjoyable  legitimate  comedy, 
even  although  they  were  cheek  by  jowl  with 
the  absurdities  that  make  one  wind  up  with 
the  shallower  brand  of  laughter. 

Sophie  Tucker  seems  to  be  regarded  as  the 
bright,  particular  star  in  the  feminine  galaxy 
of  "Louisiana  Lou."  But  I  fear  that,  as  yet, 
Sophie  may  not  be  regarded  as  firmly  fixed  in 
her  particular  constellation.  She  appears  to 
be  a  sort  of  uncertainly  twinkling  luminary, 
a  sort  of  lost  Pleiad,  strayed  from  her  safe 
fold  in  vaudevilledom,  and  looking  for  a 
niche  in  musical-comedy  land  where  her  wan- 
dering rays  will  become  more  fixed  and  per- 
manent. 

Miss  Tucker's  principal  claims  to  consid- 
eration, aside  from  the  fact  that  she  is  a 
wholesome  and  hearty  young  woman  abun- 
dantly, but  not  too  redundantly  endowed  with 
eminently  symmetrical  curves,  seem  to  reside 
in  a  Voice — a  stupendous  vocal  blast,  that 
leaps  from  her  throat  with  the  almost  deafen- 
in^  impetus  of  the  street  urchin's  call  to  his 
comrade.  Miss  Tucker  sings,  and  the  Voice 
awes  us  by  its  Niagara-like  volume.  We  wish 
to  listen  to  it,  curiously  to  estimate  its  range 
and  compass.  For,  odd  enough,  the  Voice  has 
no  rasps  or  edges,  although  once  or  twice  it 
shows  an  abrupt  tendency  to  disappear  for  a 
moment.  But  it  picks  up  and  sweeps  in- 
trepidly on  in  a  curious  ditty,  a  perplexing 
coon  song  containing  the  meaningless  refrain, 
"Never  mind,  perhaps,  or  maybe." 

While  the  lady  sings,  the  orchestra,  for 
some  unaccountable  reason,  tries  to  go  her 
one  better.  It  keeps  up  a  tremendous  clamor, 
as  if  enviously  to  detract  from  the  flood  of 
pure,  undiluted  noise  that  triumphantly  rises 
lowed,   I   wonder? 


The  Voice  is  a  physical  curio,  undoubtedly 
an  asset  for  Sophie  Tucker,  and  our  ears 
should  be  permitted  to  absorb  its  mighty  blast, 
unvexed   by   orchestral   interference. 

When  Miss  Tucker  finishes  her  vocal  offer- 
ing, and  disappears,  there  is,  for  a  moment, 
a  curious  feeling  of  unreality,  as  if  an  Arabian 
Nights  genii,  or  some  other  figment,  had  mo- 
mentarily  appeared   before  us. 

After  this  feat,  however.  Miss  Tucker  was 
resolved  into  an  attractively  robust  young 
woman  with  a  bewildering  chain  of  glittering 
costumes,  who  didn't  exactly  know  what  to 
do  with  her  stage  prominence.  She  bridled, 
she  giggled,  she  dissolved  into  mighty  ripples 
of  characteristically  generous  laughter,  but 
she  didn't  "get  over"  nearly  often  enough  to 
satisfy  our  expectations.  However,  she  knows 
herself  that  she  is  still  in  the  making,  and 
eventually  she  will  probably  reach  her  goal. 

The  astounding  vocalisms  of  "Jennie" 
caused  us  to  be  momentarily  oblivious  of  the 
coming  advent  of  Barney  Bernard,  but  when 
he  came  he  quickly  captured  the  appreciative 
attention  of  his  audience,  in  the  engaging 
little   scene   already   referred    to. 

"Louisiana  Lou"  is  played  by  a  pretty  girl 
whose  principal  characteristic  is  real,  unratted 
hair,  and  a  charming  smile ;  or  it  would  be 
charming  were  it  not  so  constant.  Eleanor 
Henry,  the  soubrette,  is  a  rival  smiler.  Each 
of  these  young  ladies  has  yet  to  learn  that 
a  smile  too  generously  and  continuously  ex- 
hibited loses  its  spontaneity,  and  consequently 
its  charm.  Both  dance  lightly  and  airily,  but 
not  in  the  highest  style  of  the  art.  Bessie  de 
Voie's  feet  have  a  curiously  screwed-on  look. 
I  think  she  must  be  battling  with  a  tendency 
to  pigeon-toedness.  But  when  she  dances, 
they   seem   perfectly    reliable. 

Neither  of  the  two  are  anything  but  dim 
lights  in  the  Milky  Way  of  theatrical  twink- 
lers,  as  witness  their  over-conscientiousness 
in  the  matter  of  smiles.  Bessie  de  Voie  has 
the  prettier  face,  but  as  for  Eleanor  Henry, 
the  luscious  and  symmetrically  rounded  curves 
of  that  young  woman  would  make  St.  Anthony 
pull  down  the  blind  in  instantaneous  self  dis- 
trust. 

The  required  qualifications  of  the  male  cho- 
rus are  increasing  in  number.  Once  upon  a 
time  they  only  had  to  sing.  Then  they  ten- 
dered knees  as  seats  for  the  dainty  girl  chorus. 
Then  they  taught  them  to  march,  to  swing 
swords,  and  to  form  figures  on  the  stage. 
Now  they  dance,  and  dance  well,  and  they, 
too,  must  smile ;  not  at  the  audience,  but 
enamoredly  at  the  fair  partakers  of  the  hos- 
pitality of  their  knees,  or  their  embracing 
arms.  True,  however,  to  the  traditions  of 
male  chorusdom,  their  smiles  are  inexpressibly 
mechanical ;  it  takes  women  to  simulate  the 
ravishing  brightness  of  nature  with  the  stage 
smile.  Alice  Lloyd  is  a  brilliant  example. 
The  chorus  in  "Louisiana  Lou"  is  well  trained 
and  glitteringly  costumed.  So  are  the  fair 
principals — particularly  Sophie  Tucker  and 
Eleanor  Henry- 
Several  dozen  musical  numbers  of  the  lively, 
shallow  variety,  with  dancing  accompaniments 
by  the  lively  and  numerous  chorus,  keep  things 
gay ;  and  somehow,  in  the  general  exuberance, 
Barney  Bernard  remains  the  figure,  simple, 
human,  amusing,  likable.  He  even  throws  in 
a  couple  of  tuneful  and  feeling  songs  that  af- 
ford us  a  wave  of  sympathetic  enjoyment. 

Sophie  Tucker,  who  is  self-confessedly  am- 
bitious, studious,  and  hard-working  in  her  line, 
should  take  note  of  his  methods:  the  utter 
seriousness,  the  apparent  single-mindedness 
and  simple-mindedness  with  which  he  con- 
ducts himself  in  his  best  scenes  and  starts  the 
spontaneous  laugh  from  his  audience. 

So  many  players  fail  to  realize  that  too 
ready  appreciation  of  humor  on  the  stage  les- 
sens or  banishes  it  in  the  audience.  Sophie 
Tucker  is  one.  When  she  is  at  a  loss  for 
business  she  laughs,  which  is  a  mistake  that 
carried  too  far  could  end  in  being  serious  for 
the  comedy  aspirant.  At  present,  this  actress 
is  like  an  over-loaded  stove.  Plenty  of  fuel, 
but  not  enough  to  set  it  on  fire  with.  How- 
ever, with  presence,  personality,  and  a  Voice, 
the  buxom  Miss  Tucker  only  needs  to  acquire 
a  lot  of  quick-witted  business  to  "get  over." 
Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Sunday  night,  July  21,  will  mark  the  open- 
ing of  the  great  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  comic 
opera  revival  at  the  Cort  Theatre.  The  orig- 
inal New  York  Casino  star  cast,  which  has 
been  interpreting  the  masterpieces  will  come 
to  San  Francisco  direct  from  New  York  by 
special  train.  The  original  productions  in  all 
particulars  will  be  put  on  here.  It  is  particu- 
larly noteworthy  that  San  Francisco  is  the 
only  city  in  Northern  California  that  will  be 
played  by  this  organization.  "The  Mikado" 
will  start  the  merry  season  on  its  way,  and. 
during  the  four  weeks'  season,  "Pinafore," 
"Patience,"   and   "The   Pirates    of    Penzance" 

will  be  given. 

-*- 

It  is  announced  that  the  New  York  Philhar- 
monic Society  has  succeeded  in  obtaining  1000 
subscribing  members,  and  thereby  fulfilling 
one  of  the  conditions  imposed  by  the  Pulitzer 
bequest,  which  gives  the  organization  the  in- 
come of  $500,000  annually. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Louisiana  Lou*'  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 
"Louisiana  Lou"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  is 
at  the  full  tide  of  as  sweeping  a  success  at 
San  Francisco  has  had  in  the  musical-comedy 
line  this  season.  The  piece  pleases  by  reason 
of  its  contradictions.  It  has  a  touch  of  high 
comedy,  a  gleam  of  pathos,  a  shimmer  of 
comic  opera,  and  it  is  full  to  overflowing 
with  laughter  and  hilarity.  Originality  and 
novelty  are  the  keynote  to  the  production. 
"The  Joys  and  the  Glooms"  and  "The  Puri- 
tan Prance"  are  two  of  the  most  unique  cho- 
rus effects  seen  here  in  some  time.  There  is 
charm  and  live  interest  in  every  moment  of 
the  performance,  and  future  shows  from  the 
Chicago  La  Salle  Theatre  will  find  that 
"Louisiana  Lou"  has  paved  the  way  for  them 
in  San  Francisco.  The  Columbia  engagement 
has  yet  another  week  to  run.  The  last  per- 
formances are  to  be  given  the  matinee  and 
evening  of  Saturday,  July  20.  There  will  be 
the  regular  bargain  matinee  on  Wednesday. 


Every  Lunch  Basket 

should  contain  a  couple  of  split  bottles  of 
Italian-Swiss  Colony  Tipo  (red  or  white). 
They  will  make  a  cold  lunch,  digestible. 


At  the  Orpheum. 

"The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom,"  a  breezy 
comedietta  which  is  a  satire  on  Reno  divorces, 
will  be  presented  next  week  at  the  Orpheum 
by  May  Tully,  who  will  be  pleasantly  recalled 
for  her  sketch,  "Stop,  Look,  and  Listen."  The 
piece  was  written  by  Miss  Tully  and  Bozeman 
Bulger.  The  complications  arise  from  the 
lodging  of  two  Mrs.  Smiths  in  the  same  room 
in  an  overcrowded  hotel.  The  playlet  has 
bright  lines  and  many  a  hearty  laugh,  and  ex- 
hibits May  Tully,  who  is  a  comedienne  of 
cleverness  and  individuality,  at  her  best.  The 
supporting  company  is  capable,  and  assists  in 
making  the  action  in  the  little  farce  natural, 
rapid,  and  diverting. 

The  Kaufman  Brothers,  Jack  and  Phil,  will 
amuse  with  their  tuneful  originalities.  These 
black-face  comedians  are  among  the  foremost 
in  their  class. 

Harry  Atkinson,  the  Australian  Orpheus, 
will  present  his  monologue  of  nursery  rhymes 
and  his  imitations  of  musical  instruments. 
He  imitates  with  accuracy  the  mandolin, 
musette,  cornet,  banjo,  harp,  violin  (playing 
both  pizzicato  and  with  the  bow),  bagpipes, 
penny  trumpet,  and  other  instruments  too  nu- 
merous to  mention. 

The  act  to  be  presented  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  El- 
liott next  week  is  decidedly  out  of  the  ordi- 
nary. These  two  gifted  artists  are  virtuosi 
on  that  most  difficult  instrument,  the  harp,  on 
which  they  play  everything  from  grand  opera 
to  ragtime.     They  are  also  vocalists  of  merit 

Next  week  will  conclude  the  engagements 
of  Ray  L.  Royce  in  his  eccentric  character 
impersonations ;  the  O'Meers  Sisters  and 
Company,  and  Honors  and  Le  Prince.  It  will 
also  be  the  last  of  David  Belasco's  superb  pro- 
duction of  "Madame  Butterfly,"  which  is  cre- 
ating a  genuine  sensation. 


Wonderful  Hunting  Pictures  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

That  the  motion  pictures  of  the  Paul  J. 
Rainey  African  Hunt  have  lived  up  to  their 
advance  heraldry  is  being  evidenced  by  the 
capacity  houses  which  have  been  the  rule  at 
the  Cort  Theatre  ever  since  last  Sunday, 
when  the  films  were  first  exhibited  to  a  San 
Francisco  audience.  They  were  acclaimed  the 
"most  marvelous  motion  pictures  ever  taken," 
and  that  this  seemingly  extravagant  statement 
is  absolutely  true  has  been  conceded  by  the 
entire  local  press,  as  well  as  the  patrons 
of  the  Cort.  The  pictures  start  on  the  second 
and  final  week  of  their  engagement  tomorrow. 

These  films  really  represent  an  expenditure 
of  a  quarter  of  a  million  dollars,  as  well  as 
years  of  effort  and  research.  An  expedition 
of  350  men,  under  the  direction  of  Mr. 
Rainey,  spent  a  year  in  the  wilds  of  Africa 
and  braved  death  from  fever  and  wild  beasts 
in  order  that  science  might  be  enriched.  Mr. 
Rainey,  who  is  a  millionaire  sportsman  of 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  undertook  his  first  African 
big-game  hunt  purely  from  the  point  of  sport, 
but  he  eventually  came  to  hunt  for  the  camera 
and  not  for  fun.  The  result  is  that  he  has 
done  much  for  the  Smithsonian  Institution 
and  the  American  Geographic  Society.  The 
London  Zoological  Gardens  and  the  Bronx 
Zoo,  of  New  York,  are  also  considerably  in 
his  debt  for  the  number  of  rare  wild  animals 
captured  by  him  in  Africa  and  presented  by 
him. 

Through  the  medium  of  the  moving  picture 
camera,  the  last  expedition  of  this  noted  hunter 
to  the  Black  Continent  is  made  to  live  again. 
The  wilds  are  visualized.  The  lion,  the  rhi- 
noceros, the  giraffe,  the  tiger,  the  cheetah  are 
seen  in  their  natural  haunts.  The  eye  of  the 
camera  has  caught  them  as  they  naturally 
are.  They  were  certainly  not  conscious  of 
the  fact  that  they  were  unconsciously  posing 
for  a  moving  picture  film.  An  illuminative 
lecture  is  given  which  adds  much  to  the  en- 
tertainment. Matinees  are  given  daily  in  ad- 
dition to   the  evening  performances. 

On  Sunday  night,  July  21,  comes  the  New 
York  Casino  Star  Cast  in  a  four  weeks'  sea- 
son of  revivals  of  the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan 
comic    operas.  . 

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

The  diversified  bill  at  the  Pantages  Theatre 

this    week   includes   such    celebrities    as   Alick 

Lauder,  who   is  as  thoroughly   Scotch   and  as 

droll  as  his  brother.  Harry ;  Signer  G.  Frizzo, 


Italy's   famous  change   artist: 
an   interesting  Hungarian  Mar- 

meen  Four,  in  a  musical   od dit;  Lcssos, 

clever  jugglers,  and  other  interesting  acts,  in- 
cluding some  acrobatic  and  acting  dogs. 

On  Sunday  there  will  be  the  usual  com- 
plete change  of  programme  and  as  a  distinct 
novelty  the  moving  pictures,  in  their  entirety, 
of  the  Wolgast-Rivers  struggle  for  the  light- 
weight supremacy  on  the  Fourth  of  July  will  be 
shown  for  the  first  time  in  this  city.  Every 
incident  in  the  thirteen  exciting  rounds,  includ- 
ing the  sensational  knockout  which  has  cre- 
ated so  much  talk  and  dispute  in  the  pugilistic 
world,  will  be  faithfully  portrayed  and  every 
one  will  have  an  opportunity  of  judging  for 
himself  as  to  the  justice  of  Referee  Welsh's 
decision.  The  vaudeville  portion  of  the  en- 
tertainment will  be  up  to  the  usual  high-class 
Pantages  standard,  "A  Night  in  the  Edel- 
weiss," a  miniature  musical  comedy  presented 
by  Howland,  Lane,  and  their  company  of  ten 
musical  comedians,  heading  the  attractions. 
Carl  Rosine,  a  European  magician,  assisted  by 
Marguerite  Rosine,  will  present  a  mysterious 
act  in  a  special  setting,  and  the  Romano 
Brothers,  exponents  of  physical  culture  and 
Grecian  art,  will  offer  a  posing  exhibition,  the 
men  made  up  to  represent  marble  statues. 
Doesch  and  Zilbauer,  Viennese  street  musi- 
cians, will  give  a  novel  musical  specialty,  and 
Bond  Morse,  known  as  "the  man  from  no- 
where," will  appear  in  a  tramp  monologue  and 
execute  an  eccentric  dance.  Clark  and  Verdi, 
the  original  Italian  comedians  who  made  such 
a  hit  here  in  the  early  part  of  the  year,  will 
return  in  their  act,  which  has,  if  possible, 
been  improved  upon. 


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Week  Beginning  This  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee   Ezcry   Day 

The  Highest  Standard  of  Vaudeville 

"The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom,"  a  one-act  comedy 
of  Divorce  Life  in  Reno.  Nev..  introducing  MAY 
TULLY  and  her  Co.;  KAUFMAN  BROTHERS,  in 
Tuneful  Originalities:  HARRY  ATKINSON,  the 
Au-tralian  nrpheus;  MR.  and  MRS.  ELLIOTT. 
Harpists  and  Singers;  RAY  L.  ROYCE;  O'MEERS 
SISTERS  and  Co.;  HONORS  and  LE  PRLNXE; 
NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PICTURES.  Last 
Week— Immense  Success  of  DAVID  BELASCO'S 
Superb  Production  of  "Madame  Butterfly." 


Evening  prices,  10c,  25c.  50c,  7oc.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays'. 
10c,  15c.  50c.       Phones— Douglas  70,  Home  C  1570. 


COLUMBIA  THEATRE  fe'K 

^^  Phones:  Franklin  150  Home  CS76S 

The  Leading  Playhouse 

BEGINNING  SUNDAY    NIGHT.  JULY  14,  Third 
and  Last  Week.    Matinees  Wednesdays 

and  Saturdays 

The  La  Salle  Theatre  (Chicage)  Musical 

Comedy  Triumph 

LOUISIANA  LOU 

With    HARNEY    BERNARD,  SOPHIE  TUCKER. 

and  many  others. 

Bargain  Matinees  Wednesday— Prices  i'^c  and  $1. 
Evenings  and  Saturday  Matinees— 25c  to  $1.50. 

Monday.  July  21— JAMES  K.  HACKETT  and  his 
Criterion  Theatre  IN.-  Y.)  Company  in  "The 
Grain  of  Dust." 


CORT, 


Leading  Theatre 

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VI 'I'LL  HAVE  T<>  HIRRY 
Second  and  Last  Bin  Week  Starts  Tomorrow 
Matinee  Daily  at  2:30      Even  Night  at  -  :30 

PAUL   J.    RAINEY'S 
AFRICAN  HUNT 

The  Most  Marvelous  Motion  Pictures  Ever  Taken. 
Intere>ting  Lecture.  Prices— 25c  and  60c. 

Sunday,  Fuly  21— New  York  Casino  star  Cast  in 
Revivals  of  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  Comic  Operas. 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 
MARKET  STREET,  opposite  M«soo 

Week  of  Sunday.  July  14 
MIRTH.  DANCE  AND  MELODY! 
ANIGHT  ATTHE  EDELWEISS    with  10  Musi- 

nilroiiadianiii'ARLItOSlXEandOo  .in  Mystery 
and  Magic;  ROMANO  BROTHERS,  Physical  Cul- 
ture and  >;r.-ciim  An:  DOLESCH  and  ZII.I,- 
BAUER.  Vlenii''^  Slf-M  Mu-ni.ni-:  <[,AKKand 

VERDI.  Italian  Cc lians;  BOND  MORSE.    The 

Man  From  Nowhere." 

Wolgast-Rivers  Moving  Picture.. 

Hat.  dally  at  2:80.  Nights  7:16  and  9:16.  Sun- 
day and  Holidays,  mats,  at  1:30  and  3:30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6 :30.    Prices :  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  13,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


:  (ady  who  would  now  be  the  Queen  of 
Saxony  if  she  had  been  a  good  little  girl  and 
counted  ten  before  answering  is  fairly  suc- 
cessful in  keeping  herself  in  the  public  view. 
It  will  be  remembered  that  her  thirst  for 
liberty  and  self-expression — we  believe  this  is 
the  correct  formula — caused  her  to  run  away 
from  court  with  her  children's  tutor.  The 
same  fine  sentiments  then  persuaded  her  to 
break  what  may  tactfully  be  called  her  edu- 
cational alliance  and  to  seek  the  good,  the 
beautiful,  and  the  true  in  the  arms  of  Signor 
Toselli.  So  easy  was  the  transfer  from  litera- 
ture to  music.  Then  she  quarreled  with 
Toselli,  or  he  quarreled  with  her,  because 
he  would  not  get  out  of  bed  in  time  to  earn 
his  living  and  possibly  for  other  unspecified 
reasons,  and  so  there  was  a  suit  for  separa- 
tion that  has  just  been  decided  at  Florence. 
The  decision  had  been  postponed  because  the 
princess  was  indulging  in  a  remorseful  inter- 
lude and  had  written  a  love  letter  to  Toselli 
suggesting  a  reconciliation.  But  the  musician 
seemed  to  feel  that  he  had  had  a  sufficiency 
of  princess  for  one  life  and  that  it  would  be 
ungenerous  to  create  a  monopoly  or  to  cor- 
ner a.  limited  market.  There  might  be  others 
awaiting  their  turn,  and  so  he  thought  it  bet- 
ter that  they  should  kiss  and  part,  which  they 
did — at  least  they  parted.  The  final  scene 
in  the  corridor  of  the  law  courts  was  of  a 
cordial  nature.  The  princess  waived  whatever 
rights  she  might  have  in  the  child — chil- 
dren are  a  nuisance  any  way,  and  it  seems 
a  pity  that  these  noble  pioneer  women  can  not 
aspire  toward  freedom  and  self-expression 
without  them — and  she  further  agreed  not  to 
ask  Toselli  for  money,  probably  foreseeing  a 
certain  attitude  of  irresponsiveness  to  financial 
demands.  It  made  quite  a  pretty  picture  as 
this  dauntless  woman  motored  off  to  the  rail- 
road in  search  of  fresh  fields  and  pastures 
new,  gayly  waving  her  hand  to  her  erstwhile 
husband,  who,  it  must  be  admitted,  was  equally- 
gay  and  with  even  greater  reason. 


There  seems  to  be  something  about  the  mil- 
lionaire, and  especially  the  millionairess,  that 
urges  the  newspaper  scribe  toward  inanity.  It 
is  true  he  does  not  need  much  urging.  He 
is  always  hovering  on  the  giddy  brink  of 
silliness,  but  as  soon  as  the  millionaire  heaves 
in  sight  and  waves  his  pudgy  hand  for  a 
little  descriptive  writing  the  reporter  at  once 
begins  to  drivel.  And  if  the  millionaire  is  a 
woman  he  becomes  positively  maudlin. 

For  example,  here  is  an  Eastern  newspaper 
that  devotes  a  column  to  four  "queens  of 
wealth"  now  reigning  in  New  York.  They  are 
Miss  Christina  Arbuckle,  Mrs.  E.  H.  Harri- 
man,  Mrs.  Russell  Sage,  and  Mrs.  Hetty  Green. 
That  we  should  be  told  exactly  how  much 
money  they  possess,  their  ages,  pedigrees,  and 
conditions  of  servitude  is  only  to  be  expected. 
The  Sunday  newspaper  would  be  incomplete 
without  a  certain  amount  of  this  sort  of  junk 
and  the  nursegirls  in  the  park  would  be  in- 
consolable if  they  were  deprived  of  it.  But 
it  is  only  when  the  writer  has  disposed  of 
the  concrete  facts  in  the  case  that  he  begins 
to  gibber  and  drool.  Presumably  he  feels  that 
it  is  expected  of  him,  and  of  course  it  is. 
And  so  we  are  informed  that  in  spite  of  the 
wealth  possessed  by  these  four  ladies  they 
live  simply  and  enjoy  the  society  of  their 
old  friends. 

How  remarkable.  Who  would  have  thought 
it?  We  were  aware  that  ordinary  people  eat 
only  three  meals  a  day,  but  we  should  have 
supposed  that  ladies  so  comfortably  provided 
for  would  need  at  least  six,  that  they  would 
require  two  chairs  to  sit  on,  and  that  to  be 
insolent  to  old  friends  would  be  one  of  the 
delights  of  their  existence.  It  is  true  that 
these  ladies  are  not  young,  and  that  they  have 
been  wealthy  for  the  greater  part  of  their 
lives,  but  none  the  less  one  would  naturally 
suppose  that  they  would  use  their  money  in 
a  dissipated  way.  that  their  lives  would  be 
riotous  and  that  it  would  give  them  peculiar 
pleasure  to  insult  their  former  acquaintances. 
That  they  do  none  of  these  things  constitutes 
a  news  item  of  the  first  importance.  But  oh, 
ye  gods  and  little  fishes!  Imagine  the  lackey 
soul  of  the  man  who  was  capable  of  writing 
that  these  ladies,  although  rich,  yet  lived  sim- 
ply and  enjoyed  the  company  of  their  old 
friends. 


It  is  hard  to  see  why  there  should  be  any 
connection  between  wealth  and  conduct.  In- 
deed, there  is  no  connection  except  in  iso- 
lated and  spectacular  cases,  and  even  there 
the  connection  is  usually  due  to  sudden  con- 
trast. Wealth  enables  us  to  gratify  our  de- 
sires, but  it  can  not  dictate  what  those  de- 
sires shall  be.  The  lackey  naturally  supposes 
that  the  taste  of  every  man  is  for  champagne 
breakfasts  and  chorus  girls  and  that  it  is  only 
the  absence  of  money  that  prevents  its  grati- 
fication. Such  an  one,  writing  of  the  million- 
aire, would  probably  say :  "Although  his 
income  is  $750,000  a  year  he  still  lives 
with  his  wife  and  may  often  be  observed 
in  a  state  of  sobriety."  Or,  "Mr.  Crccsus  is 
the  owner  of  $5,000,000,  and  yet  it  was 
noticed  that  he  drank  a  ulass  of  ice-water  dur- 
ing the  recent  hot  spell."  Most  of  these  news 
items  ?out  the  rich  will  be  found  to  hinge 
on  the  assumption  that  wealth  implies  dissipa- 
tion and  that  we  should   all   be  prodigal   de- 


generates if  only  we  had  the  coin.  And  yet 
if  I  had  a  weakness  for  liver  and  bacon — 
which  I  have — or  for  tripe  and  onions — which 
I  have — a  sudden  accession  to  wealth  would 
not  cause  me  to  forswear  these  dainties.  I 
am  so  fond  of  them  that  I  would  endanger 
my  immortal  soul  to  possess  them,  and  if  I 
were  to  become  wealthy,  of  which  there  is  no 
immediate  probability,  I  should  not  on  that  ac- 
count develop  a  craving  for  pate  de  foie  gras, 
which  I  detest.  If  Mrs.  Hetty  Green  con- 
sumes tea  and  toast  it  is  because  she  likes  tea 
and  toast.  If  Miss  Arbuckle  eats  cereal  for 
breakfast  it  is  because  she  prefers  cereal. 
Their  wealth  has  nothing  to  do  with  it,  and 
that  a  lady  with  a  million  dollars  should  pre- 
fer tea  and  toast  is  not  half  so  remarkable  as 
that  a  man  with  ten  cents  should  prefer  cham- 
pagne. This  supposed  conflict  between  wealth 
and  the  simple  life  has  practically  no  basis 
in  fact.  They  are  unrelated,  and  such  fatu- 
ous paragraphs  as  the  one  quoted  is  just  about 
as  intelligent  as  it  would  be  to  say :  "Al- 
though Mrs.  Smith  has  hair  of  a  delicate  au- 
burn shade  she  is  reliably  said  to  have  a 
liking  for  veal  pie." 


When  Mr.  Henry  Williamson,  who  is,  or 
was,  a  rope-maker,  decided  to  commit  suicide, 
one  would  have  thought  that  he  would  hang 
himself  and  so  throw  something  in  the  way 
of  trade.  But  he  drowned  himself,  and  this 
was  not  the  only  illogical  thing  that  he  did. 
He  left  a  letter' behind  him  saying  that  he 
had  lost  his  head  through  the  prospect  of  get- 
ting married  "and  can  not  face  the  conse- 
quences." 

Poor  Henry  Williamson  !  If  he  had  only 
come  to  us  we  could  have  consoled  him.  We 
could  have  ministered  unto  him  with  words 
of  wisdom,  and  dropped  the  balm  of  sympathy 
into  his  open  wounds.  But  alas !  it  is  too 
late  now.  He  has  gone  where  there  is  nei- 
ther marrying  nor  giving  in  marriage.  At 
least  we  hope  so,  and,  by  the  way,  is  it  not 
a  little  remarkable  that  our  heavenly  home 
should  be  described  as  a  place  where  there  is 
no  marriage?     Us  for  heaven. 

Yes,  we  could  have  reasoned  with  Henry 
Williamson,  poor,  inexperienced  lamb.  We 
could  have  told  him  that  there  is  nothing  re- 
markable in  losing  his  head  at  the  prospect 
of  marriage.  Why,  to  lose  your  head  is  an 
essential  preliminary  to  marriage.  You  can't 
get  married  without  losing  your  head.  If 
men  did  not  lose  their  heads  there  would  be 
no  marrying  nor  giving  in  marriage,  and  then 
we  shouldn't  have  to  go  to  heaven  at  all. 
Heaven  would  have  come  to  us.  And  as  for 
facing  the  consequences,  Henry,  you  shouldn't 
have  tried  to  do  such  a  thing.  It  was  rash. 
It  was  headstrong  and  reckless.  That  way 
madness  lies.  Your  proper  course  would 
have  been  to  ignore  the  consequences,  to  turn 
your  back  upon  them,  to  refuse  to  see  them, 
to  go  it  baldheaded.  No  man  ever  yet  got 
married  who  began  by  facing  the  conse- 
quences. That  would  imply  premeditation, 
mental  poise,  and  sanity,  all  of  them  alike 
fatal  to  matrimony. 

Of  course  it  is  too  late  to  do  anything 
now.  De  mortuis,  etc.,  and  maybe  Henry 
chose  the  better  way.  He  is  at  rest,  which 
might  not  have  been  the  case,  by  this  time, 
but  at  least  we  can  issue  a  warning  against 
any  misguided  efforts  to  "face  the  conse- 
quences"  of  matrimony. 


It  seems  that  King  George  is  having 
trouble  with  his  young  sons,  who  are  begin- 
ning to  be  restive  under  the  stern  discipline 
meted  out  to  them  and  the  uncompromising 
way  in  which  they  are  checked  whenever  they 
show  a  disposition  to  the  frivolities  and  laxi- 
ties of  boyhood.  Play  is  practically  unknown 
to  them,  and  every  minute  of  their  day  is 
planned  out  with  a  view  to  serious  profit. 

It  seems  a  pity,  but  we  are  ready  to  do 
what  we  can  in  the  way  of  advice.  We  have 
been  there  ourselves  and  know  what  it  is, 
and  because  of  our  vast  experience  we  have 
a  theory  that  if  King  George.can  not  manage 
his  boys  he  had  better  look  for  the  fault  in 
himself  rather  than  in  them.  And  as  a  first 
step  toward  self-improvement  he  might  read 
the  life  of  his  father  as  recently  written  by 
Sir  Sidney  Lee.  King  Edward,  we  are  told, 
had  just  the  same  sort  of  training  from  Queen 
Victoria  and  Prince  Albert  that  the  young 
princes  are  now  receiving  from  King  George. 

From  the  time  he  was  six  months  old  it 
rained  portentous  memoranda  about  and  upon 
him.  Tutor  was  to  stand  over  tutor,  and 
governor  over  governor,  each  passing  on  plati- 
tudinous injunctions  to  the  next,  and  Prince 
Albert  fed  the  stream  of  moral  commonplaces 
at  its  head.  The  boy  was  never  to  read  a 
novel,  not  even  Scott's.  He  was  to  be  kept 
away  from  boys  of  his  own  age,  or  at  most 
a  few  picked  Eton  boys,  dragons  of  niceness 
and  goodness,  were  to  come  across  the  bridge 
to  play  with  him  for  a  couple  of  hours.  He 
was  never  to  be  out  of  sight  of  elderly  wis- 
dom. His  life  and  thoughts  were  to  reflect 
themselves  in  a  diary  for  paternal  inspection. 
Till  he  was  seventeen  he  was  not  to  choose 
any  of  his  own  clothes,  and  then  they  were 
to  be  chosen  by  him  in  accordance  with  a 
formal  minute  of  parental  instructions  on  the 
choice  of  material. 

Incredible  as  it  may  seem  this  treatment  of 
Albert    Edward   continued   until   he   was   fifty 


years  of  age.  Of  course  the  tutors  disap- 
peared and  the  paraphernalia  of  education, 
but  so  long  as  Queen  Victoria  was  alive  she 
treated  the  Prince  of  Wales  as  though  he 
were  a  boy  and  therefore  unfit  to  know  any- 
thing of  the  details  of  statecraft  or  of  public 
business.  As  a  result  of  his  so-called  edu- 
cation he  acquired  a  profound  distaste  for 
books  and  never  read  anything  but  news- 
papers, while  the  rigid  moral  restraints  to 
which  he  was  subjected  found  their  natural 
reaction  in  those  excesses  that  were  theo- 
retically deplorable  but  upon  which  the  world 
passed  so  lenient  a  judgment.  It  seems  now 
that  King  George  is  following  the  example 
of  Queen  Victoria  and  the  Prince  Consort, 
and  it  is  a  bad  example.  It  is  nearly  as  bad 
as  it  can  be.  The  resentment  of  the  young 
princes,  who  were  born  into  a  more  liberal 
atmosphere  than  their  grandfather,  is  said  to 
be  so  strong  that  Queen  Mary  has  to  use  her 
diplomacy  to  keep  sons  and  father  apart. 


Much  has  been  said  and  written  in  recent 
years  about  the  deterioration  in  physique  of 
the  modern  Englishman,  as  compared  with 
that  of  his  ancestors  (says  the  New  York 
Times),  and  yet  all  the  armor  for  the  knights 
who  are  to  take  part  in  the  tournament  at 
"Shakespeare's  England"  on  July  11  has  to 
be  specially  manufactured,  because  existing 
armor  is  all  too  small  for  Englishmen  of  to- 
day. 

Englishmen's  legs  are  much  bigger  than 
they  were  even  so  recently  as  1S39,  the  date 
of  the  Eglinton  tournament,  and  their  shoul- 
ders are  much  broader.  Football  cricket, 
cycling,  and  golf  have  made  the  modern  Eng- 
lishman much  stouter  in  the  limbs  than  was 
his    horse-riding    ancestor. 


the  sweets.  "What  for  do  ye  gie  me  this?" 
he  inquired  of  the  footman.  "Do  ye  think 
ma  mooth  has  got  ony  smaller  since  I  lappit 
ma  soup?" 


"Ten  years  ago,"  says  Miss  Gladys  Unger, 
whose  adaptation  of  "Night  Birds"  is  to  be 
produced  by  the  Shuberts  at  the  Casino  The- 
atre in  New  York  early  in  August,  "Sir  Ar- 
thur Pinero  gave  me  as  a  rule  for  successful 
playwriting  that  I  should  never  write  about 
anything  I  did  not  actually  know.  It  has 
taken  me  this  number  of  years  to  assimilate 
that  advice."  Miss  Unger  began  playwriting 
at  the  age  of  eleven,  when  she  turned  out  an 
elaborate  pantomime,  which,  needless  to  say, 
was  never  produced.  Later,  however,  Sey- 
mour Hicks  gave  production  to  her  one-act 
play  called  "Edmund  Keane."  The  year  after 
Miss  Unger's  first  full  play,  "Mr.  Sheridan," 
was  put  on  at  the  Garrick,  London.  After 
that,  working  every  morning,  writing  out 
everything  in  longhand,  until  there  accumu- 
lated a  vast  monument  of  unpublished  manu- 
scripts, the  young  woman,  realizing  that  there 
was  no  royal  road  to  success  in  playwriting. 
literally  forced  herself  upon  the  attention  of 
Charles  Frohman,  for  whom  she  later  adapted 
"Love  Watches,"  "Inconstant  George,"  "Deco- 
rating Clementine,"  and  "The  Marionettes." 
That  done,  Miss  Unger  was  in  a  position  to 
turn  to  original  work.  "Night  Birds"  enjoyed 
considerable  success  in  London  the  past  sea- 
son. 


The  London  Chronicle  reminds  us  that  the 
etiquette  of  eating  was  formerly  simpler, 
because  the  number  of  table  implements  was 
smaller.  Sir  Charles  Murray  (born  in  1806) 
states  in  his  Reminiscences  that  dessert 
spoons  were  unknown  in  the  days  of  his  youth, 
and  people  scraped  along  very  comfortably 
with  only  teaspoons  and  tablespoons.  When 
dessert  spoons  were  invented  Hamilton  Place, 
the  seat  of  Sir  Charles's  uncle,  was  among 
the  first  households  in  Scotland  to  adopt  them, 
and  a  small  laird  invited  to  dine  there  was 
both  astonished  and  disgusted  to  find  one  of 
the  new-fashioned  spoons  handed  to  him  with 


Not  England  alone  but  all  Europe  is  sup- 
plying masterpieces  to  American  collectors. 
Within  the  last  year  the  valuation  of  works 
of  art  received  in  the  port  of  New  York  free 
of  duty  is  estimated  at  $32,000,000,  and  an- 
other half-million  may  be  added  as  the  value 
of  the  dutiable  paintings  and  statuary  re- 
ceived. These  figures  practically  represent  the 
aggregate  valuation  of  art  importations  into 
this  country,  as  New  York  is  the  gateway  for 
the  stream  of  master  works  constantly  arriv- 
ing here  from  the  capitals  of  Europe. 


The  desk  at  which  Nathaniel  Hawthorne 
worked  when  he  was  surveyor  of  the  port  of 
Salem,  is  still  carefully  preserved  in  that 
quaint  old  city  by  its  custodians.  The  salary 
of  $1200  enabled  Hawthorne  to  live  in  com- 
parative comfort  during  his  incumbency  of 
four  years. 


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29 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and   Otherwise. 


When  a  group  of  visitors  was  going 
through  the  county  jail  recently  a  burly  negro 
trusty  was  called  to  open  doors  and  perform 
other  similar  duties  for  the  visitors.  "How 
do  you  like  it  in  here?"  one  of  them  asked. 
"Like  it?  Lawd,  if  evah  Ah  gets  out  o'  heah, 
I'll  go  so  fer  frum  town  it'll  take  $9  to  sen* 
me  a  postal  card." 


A  very  stout  young  woman  asked  advice 
about  her  costume  for  a  fancy  dress  ball.  "I 
think  of  going  as  Helen  of  Troy,"  she  ended. 
"Do  you  think  it  would  suit  me?"  Her  com- 
panion, surveying  the  young  woman's  swelling 
contours  with  a  faint  smile,  answered  :  "Helen 
of  Troy — or,  perhaps,  don't  you  think,  Helen 
of  Avoirdupois  would  be  better?" 


The  court  was  having  trouble  getting  a  sat- 
isfactory jury.  "Is  there  any  reason  why  you 
could  not  pass  impartially  on  the  evidence 
for  and  against  the  prisoner?"  asked  the  judge 
of  a  prospective  juror.  "Yes,"  was  the  reply; 
"the  very  looks  of  that  man  makes  me  think 
he  is  guilty."  "Why,  man,"  exclaimed  the 
judge,  "that's  the  prosecuting  attorney  !" 


Korter  turned  up  at  the  office  one  morning 
with  a  black  eye  and  a  missing  front  tooth. 
"Just  a  lovers'  quarrel,"  he  explained  airily 
to  his  brother  clerks — "a  lovers'  quarrel, 
that's  all."  "But,  Korter,"  cried  the  book- 
keeper, "you  don't  mean  to  tell  me  that  dainty 
Marie  Lanigan  did  all  that  to  you?"  "No," 
Korter  admitted;   "it  was  her  other  lover." 


The  native  pharmacopoeia  in  Skye  used  to 
be  of  the  simplest  character.  A  man  from 
the  island,  during  his  first  week  of  night  duty 
as  a  G'.asgow  constable,  went  into  a  chemist's 
shop  and  expressed  frank  astonishment  at  the 
bewildering  array  of  bottles.  "These  medi- 
cines are  ferry  numerous — yes,  ferry  numer- 
ous indeed  !"  "Yes,  we  have  to  keep  a  great 
many,"  the  chemist  said  blandly.  "Now  in 
Skye,  where  I  come  from,"  the  constable  went 
on,  "the  medicines  are  not  what  you  might  call 
numerous  at  all."  "No,"  said  the  chemist. 
"How  many  do  you  have,"  "Juist  two.  There 
is  tar  for  the  sheep  and  whisky  for  the 
people." 

Some  of  the  newspaper  correspondents  have 
to  work  without  pause  at  conventions,  grind- 
ing out  interminable  strings  of  copy  for  trans- 
mission by  telegraph.  On  such  occasions  it 
is  not  uncommon  for  four  or  five  who  are 
friendly  to  each  other  to  form  combinations 
and  exchange  reports.  This  is  done  the  sim- 
plest by  having  each  writer  make  carbon 
copies  of  his  day's  work.  Five  weary  corre- 
spondents were  occupying  one  room  in  Michi- 
gan Avenue,  and  four  of  them  had  keeled 
out  on  beds  while  the  fifth  continued  to  pound 
his  mill.  "What  are  you  writing?"  asked  one 
of  them  after  a  while.  "A  letter  to  my  wife." 
"Give  us  carbons,"  yelled  the  four  in  chorus. 


We  had  been,  some  of  us,  to  a  wedding- 
breakfast — there  were  such  things  in  those 
days — and  had  breakfasted,  and  were  return- 
ing to  the  Garrick  Club  (writes  a  gentleman 
from  London),  when,  as  we  crossed  Leicester 
Square,  one  of  the  party  proposed  that  we 
should  go  into  the  Globe.  We  entered,  and 
found  that  a  gentleman,  who  at  certain  periods 
delivered  an  instructive  geographical  lecture, 
had  just  concluded,  and  we  caught  his  final 
words:  "If  any  lady  or  gentlemen  present 
would  like  to  ask  me  a  question,  I  shall  be 
happy  to  answer  them."  Then  from  our  ranks 
stepped  forth  H.  C.  I.,  suavest  and  most  per- 
fect of  sweliS,  and  in  his  most  mellifluous  of 
tones,  said  he:  "You  are  very  good  sir;  will 
you  kindly  tell  me  who  cuts  your  hair  ?" 
Then  he  turned,  and  fled. 


A  case  was  being  tried  in  the  west  of  Eng- 
land, and  at  its  termination  the  judge  charged 
the  jury,  and  they  retired  for  consultation. 
Hour  after  hour  passed,  and  no  verdict  was 
brought  in.  The  judge's  dinner-hour  arrived, 
and  he  became  hungry  and  impatient.  Upon 
inquiry,  he  learned  that  one  obstinate  jury- 
man was  holding  out  against  eleven.  That 
he  could  not  stand,  and  he  ordered  the  twelve 
men  to  be  brought  before  him.  He  told  them 
that  in  his  charge  to  them  he  had  so  plainly 
stated  the  case  and  the  law  that  the  verdict 
ought  to  be  unanimous,  and  the  man  who  per- 
mitted his  individual  opinion  to  weigh  against 
the  judgment  of  eleven  men  of  wisdom  was 
unfit  and  disqualified  ever  again  to  act  in 
the  capacity  of  juryman.     At  the  end  of  this 


excited  harangue  a  little  squeaky  voice  came 
from  one  of  the  jury.  He  said  :  "Will  your 
lordship  allow  me  to  say  a  word  ?"  Permis- 
sion being  given,  he  added:  "May  it  please 
your  lordship,  I  am  the  only  man  on  your 
side." 


P.  V.  Daniel,  "Virginia  Gentleman,"  was 
one  of  the  general  officers  of  the  old  Rich- 
mond, Fredericksburg  and  Potomac  Railroad. 
Even  in  those  days,  before  the  Civil  War,  the 
road  was  prosperous,  and  at  a  meeting  of  the 
board  of  directors  some  progressive  intro- 
duced a  resolution  to  reduce  the  rate  for  pas- 
sengers from  seventeen  to  eleven  cents  a  mile. 
Instantly  Daniel,  who  was  chairman,  declared 
the  motion  "out  of  order."  "Why?"  protested 
its  patron.  "Why !"  thundered  Daniel.  "If 
you  do  that  you  will  have  every  rag-tag  and 
bobtail  in  the  State  of  Virginia  riding  on  our 
road.     That's  why!" 


In  Australia  all  conversation  turns  event- 
ually to  matters  educational,  because  every 
parent  is  painfully  anxious  that  his  sons  shall 
pass  the  standard  which  will  free  them  from 
certain  years  of  military  service.  A  visitor 
was  conversing  with  his  host's  small  son,  and 
opened,  as  a  matter  of  course,  with  the  words, 
"Do  you  go  to  school  now?"  "Yes."  "And 
what  do  you  learn?  Reading,  writing,  sums?" 
"Oh,  yes;  and  I  learn  religion,  too."  "Re- 
ligion ?"  "Yes ;  I  learn  the  little  religion, 
which  teaches  that  we  all  come  from  Adam. 
But  my  elder  brother  is  in  a  higher  class ; 
he  learns  the  big  religion,  and  that  teaches 
that  we  all  came  from  monkeys." 


Sheridan  Knowles  once  wanted  a  certain 
book  and  could  not  get  it.  A  friend  advised 
him  to  try  a  circulating  library.  This  advice 
Knowles  took,  to  the  extent  of  paying  a  three 
months'  subscription  at  a  library  of  which  the 
proprietors  were  Saunders  &  Ottley,  and  then 
went  into  the  country,  where  he  stayed  three 
months  without  drawing  a  book.  Returning 
to  town  he  called  for  the  book,  and  was  in- 
formed that  his  subscription  had  expired.  At 
this  he  was  very  furious.  He  had  paid  a 
guinea,  he  said,  and  had  nothing  to  show  for 
the  outlay.  Referred  by  the  clerk  to  one  of 
the  proprietors,  he  denounced  the  affair  as  "a 
confounded  swindle."  The  proprietor  then 
asked  him  if  he  intended  to  be  personal. 
"No,"  replied  Knowles,  "on  the  contrary,  if 
you  are  Saunders,  d — n  Ottley,  and  if  you 
are    Ottley,    d — n    Saunders." 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


The  Misfits. 
Jobson    was   made    for   a    farmer, 

But  sticks   to   the    whirling  town; 
Brownleigh   was   built   for  the   city, 

But  he's  holding  a   farm  job  down; 
Jobson's   a  joke   at   clerking, 

But  a  star  in  the  country  fields; 
Brownleigh's  a  clog  in  the  bearings 

In  the  job  that  he  never  yields. 

Thus  it   goes  ever  and  ever, 

With  no  one  to  set  it  right; 
Nobody's  here  to  tell  us 

Just  how  to  trim  each  light; 
And    Brownleigh   and   Jobson  blunder 

And    bungle   things    through    and    through, 
And  the  world  pays  dear  each  hour 

For  the  work  of  the  misfit  crew. 

But  if  Jobson  could  hie  to  the  country 

And  settle  on   Brownleigh's  land, 
And   if   Brownleigh  to  Jobson's  figures 

Could  turn  his  quick  eye  and  hand, 
The  world  would  go  much  more  smoothly — 

'Twould  whirl  with  a  new-born  zest; 
Don't  be  a  Jobson  or  Brownleigh — 

Find  the   work  that  you  do  the  best. 

— Denver   Republican. 


Household  Gods. 
The  baby  takes  to   her  bed  at  night 
A  one-eyed  rabbit  that  once  was  white; 
A   watch   that   came    from   a  cracker,    I    think; 
And  a  Hdless  inkpot   that  never  held  ink. 
And  the  secret  is  locked  in  her  tiny  breast 
Of  why  she  loves  these  and   leaves  the  rest. 

And  I  give  a  loving  glance  as  I  go 

To  three  brass  pots  on  a  shelf  in  a  row; 

To    my    grandfather's    grandfather's    loving    cup 

And    a    bandy-legged    chair    I    once    picked    up. 

And   I   can't,    for  the   life  of  me,   make  you   see 

Why  just  these  tilings  are  a  part  of  met 

— /.  H.  Macnatr,  in  London  Spectator. 


The  witness  testified  that  he  had  been 
knocked  down  by  a  motor-car  and  that  the 
chauffeur,  who  was  joy  riding,  had  given  no 
warning  of  his  approach.  "Do  you  mean," 
asked  the  judge,  "that  he  didn't  have  a  horn?" 
"No,  your  honor,"  replied  the  witness.  "I 
think  he'd  had  too  many." 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  13,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle    of   the   social    happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of    San    Francisco   will   be   found   in 
the  following  department : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Parrott  have  announced  the 
engagement  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Abby  Parrott, 
to  Mr.  Edward  J.  Tobin  of  this  city.  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Parrott  and  their  children  have  resided 
abroad  for  the  past  three  years  and  are  at  present 
in  their  country  home  in  Folkstone,  England. 
Miss  Parrott  is  a  sister  of  the  Misses  Emilie,  Jose- 
phine, and  Barbara  Parrott,  and  the  Messrs.  John, 
Jr.,  Joseph,  William,  Edmund,  Stephen,  and  Francis 
Parrott.  She  is  the  granddaughter  of  Mrs.  Abbie 
M.  Parrott  and  Mrs.  Emilie  Donohoe,  and  a  niece 
of  Mrs.  Alfred  H.  Payson,  Mrs.  Robert  Y.  Hayne, 
Mrs.  Joseph  A.  Donohoe  of  San  Mateo,  Mrs. 
Archibald  Douglas-Dick,  and  the  Countess  de  la 
Lande.  Mr.  Tobin  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Mary 
Tobin  and  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Charles  W.  Clark, 
Mrs.  Raoul  Duval.  Miss  Agnes  Tobin,  and  the 
Messrs.  Richard,  Joseph  Sadoc,  and  Clement 
Tobin. 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Marion  Hall  and  Mr.  Frederic  Nickerson.  Miss 
Hall  is  the  daughter  of  the  late  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George-  W.  Hall,  a  granddaughter  of  Mrs.  Margaret 
A.  Mee,  and  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Nathaniel  Dodge,  Mrs. 
Robert  McBride,  and  Mr.  William  Hall.  She  is  a 
niece  of  Mrs.  Robert  C.  Hall  of  Washington,  D. 
C,  Miss  Margaret  Mee,  and  Mr.  Hubert  Mee. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Jennie  Adeline  Crocker 
and  Mr.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman  will  take 
place  next  Tuesday  at  noon  in  St.  Matthews 
Church  in  San  Mateo.  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin 
will  be  Miss  Crocker's  matron  of  honor,  and  the 
chosen  bridesmaids  are  the  Misses  Julia  Lang- 
horne,  Marjorie  Josselyn,  Harriet  and  Janetta 
Alexander.  Following  the  ceremony  a  breakfast 
and  reception  will  be  given  at  Miss  Crocker's 
home    in    Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Lowe  have  issued  invita- 
tions to  the  wedding  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Edith 
Beatrice  Lowe,  and  Mr.  Adolph  Hans  Wollman, 
Saturday,  July  20,  at  four  o'clock,  in  Christ 
Church,   Sausalito. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Aimer  Newhall  entertained 
at  a  dinner  preceding  the  dance  given  Thursday 
evening,  July  4,  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  gave 
a  dinner  Thursday  evening,  July  4,  at  their  home, 
Uplands,  in  San  Mateo.  The  affair  was  compli- 
mentary to  Miss  Jennie  Crocker  and  Mr.  Mal- 
colm D.  Whitman.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Crocker  and 
their  guests  attended  the  dance  at  the  club. 

Mrs.  Henry  E.  Bothin  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  her  home  in  San  Rafael,  complimentary 
to  Miss  Marian  Miller,  whose  engagement  to  Mr. 
Bernard    Ford   has  recently  been   announced. 

Miss  Ethel  McAllister  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  luncheon  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Ernest 
Stillman  of  New  York,  who  is  here  visiting  her 
mother,    Mrs.    William   Reding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  gave  a  dinner 
at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club,  and  with  their 
guests  later  attended  the  dance  given  by  the  club 
members. 

Mrs.  George  H.  Hellman  chaperoned  a  picnic 
last  Saturday,  when  her  daughter,  Miss  Mary  Hell- 
man,   entertained  sixteen  friends. 

Miss  Elyse  Partridge  was  hostess  at  a  bridge- 
tea  in  honor  of  Miss  Edith  Lowe. 

Mrs.  Kirby  Crittenden  gave  a  luncheon  at  hei 
home  in  Marin  County  in  honor  of  her  sister- 
in-law,   Mrs.    Charles  W.  Fay. 

Mrs.  Charles  Stewart  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
complimentary  to  Mrs.  A.  McDermott  of  Wash- 
ington,   D.    C. 

Miss  Mary  Power  of  Washington,  D.  C.,  was 
the  guest  of  honor  at  a  dinner  given  by  Mrs. 
J.    A.    Driscoll. 

Mr.  Neal  Power  entertained  in  honor  of  his 
sister  and  was  host  at  a  dinner  at  the  Hotel 
St.   Francis. 

Mrs.  C.  Shepard  Barnum  of  Los  Angeles  was 
the  complimented  guest  at  a  tea  given  by  the 
Young   Women's   Christian   Association. 

Captain  A.  R.  Kirwin,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Kirwia  entertained  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
Charles    Stewart. 

Miss  Margaret  Ames  has  issued  cards  to  a 
bridge-tea  Tuesday,  July  16,  at  her^  home  on 
Verba  Buena. 

A  dance  will  be  given  this  evening  at  the 
San   Francisco    Yacht   Club   in    Sausalito. 

In  a  competitive  examination  at  Washington  last 
week  for  appointment  by  the  President  to  the 
Naval  Academy  at  Annapolis,  William  Morrow 
Fechteler  of  California  stood  No.  1  in  a  class  of 
eighteen.  Mr.  Fechteler  was  born  in  San  Rafael, 
and  is  the  son  of  Captain  A.  F.  Fechteler,  U.  S. 
N.,  and  Mrs.  Fechteler  {nee  Morrow),  and  the 
grandson  of  Judge  William  W.  Morrow  and  Mrs. 
Morrow.  Mr.  Fechteler  is  about  sixteen  years  of 
age,  and  was  the  youngest  boy  in  the  class.  Out 
of  the  eighteen  who  passed  the  examination  the 
President  will  appoint  the  seven  cadets  who  stood 
in    highest   rank.      Captain    Fechteler    is   the    presi- 


dent of  the  board  of  inspection  aud  survey  in  the 
Navy   Department  at  Washington. 

President  Emeritus  Charles  W.  Eliot  of  Harvard 
College,  now  on  a  globe-encircling  trip,  is  due 
to  arrive  in  San  Francisco  some  time  this  month 
from  the  Orient.  Dr.  Eliot's  trip  has  not  been 
wholly  one  of  recreation,  for  he  has  undertaken 
in  various  addresses  and  at  many  places  to  inter- 
pret the  Occident  to  the  Orient,  to  impress  the 
attitude  of  the  Western  towards  the  Eastern  world. 
While  in  San  Francisco  Dr.  Eliot  will  prob- 
ably be  entertained  by  the  Harvard  Club.  His 
plans  are  not  known,  but  it  is  hoped  that  he  will 
remain  a  considerable  time  in  California. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts   of  absent  Californians  : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  will 
sail  July  26  for  Honolulu,  where  they  will  be  the 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  until 
September,  when  they  will  return  home.  Mr. 
Whitman  and  his  bride  will  accompany  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Crocker  to    the    Islands. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  .B.  Tubbs,  Miss  Emily 
Tubbs,  and  Mr.  Chapin  Tubbs  have  returned  from 
the  East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Montell  Taylor  have  closed  their 
home  in  Oakland  and  have  gone  to  Brookdale  for 
the   summer. 

Mrs.  Lucie  May  Hayes  has  returned  from  a 
week's  visit  with  the  Misses  Jolliffe  in  Sonoma 
County. 

Miss  Nina  Pringle  is  the  guest  of  Miss  Eliza- 
beth Livermore  at  Montesol,  Mendocino  County. 

Mrs.  Camillo  Martin  has  given  up  her  apart- 
ment at  the  St.  Xavier  and  will  spend  the  next 
year  traveling  around  the  world.  She  will  be  ac- 
companied by  her  sisters,  Mrs.  Alexander  Garceau 
and    Miss    Mary   Hyde. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Balfour  of  Burlingame 
have  been  spending  the  past  two  weeks  at  Lake 
Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  B.  Eastland,  Mrs.  Flora 
Magee,  the  Misses  Ethel  Dean,  Virginia  and  Ger- 
trude Tolliffe,  and  the  Messrs.  Walter  Hobart  and 
Frank'King  have  been  recent  guests  of  Mrs.  Her- 
bert  C.    MofEtt  at   Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ralph  King  have  come  from  their 
ranch  in  Calaveras  County  to  spend  a  month  with 
Mr.    and   Mrs.    Joseph  Libby    King. 

Miss  Maud  O'Connor  has  returned  from  a 
visit  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels  at 
their    home    in    Sonoma    County. 

Miss  Lily  O'Connor  is  the  guest  of  Mrs.  James 
V.  Coleman  in  Mountain  View. 
"  Mrs.  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  motored  up  from  Mira- 
mar,  where  she  has  been  spending  a  month,  and 
spent  a  few  days  at  Paso  Robles  en  route  to 
San  Mateo,  where  she  is  established  at  the  Penin- 
sula Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Y.  Hayne  (formerly  Miss 
Jane  Selby)  have  returned  from  Europe.  They 
are  established    in  their   home   in    San    Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  P.  Jackson,  Jr.,  sailed  this 
week  for  the  Orient. 

Mr.  J.  Tarn  McGrew  arrived  last  week  from 
Paris  en  route  to  his  former  home  in  Honolulu. 

Mrs.  William  G.  Henshaw  and  her  daughters, 
Mrs.  Harry  Chickering  and  Miss  Florence  Hen- 
shaw, have  arrived  in  New  York  from  Europe  and 
will  return  to  their  home  in  Oakland  July  19. 

Miss  Augusta  Foute  has  returned  from  Lake 
Tahoe,  where  she  has  been  visiting  Mrs.  E.  J. 
McCutchen. 

Mrs.  Charles  Jay  Foster  and  Miss  Enid  Foster 
will  leave  Monday  for  a  few  weeks1  outing  in 
Cloverdale. 

Mrs.  George  Cameron  arrived  Tuesday  in  New 
York,  where  she  was  met  by  Mr.  Cameron.  Mrs. 
Cameron  went  abroad  to  spend  a  few  weeks  with 
her  mother,  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young,  who  has  been 
very  ill.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  de  Young,  the  Misses 
Kathleen  and  Phyllis  de  Young,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Joseph  Oliver  Tobin  will  return  home  in  Sep- 
tember. 

Among  the  relatives  who  have  come  to  attend 
the  wedding  Tuesday  of  Miss  Jennie  Adeline 
Crocker  and  Mr.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman  are 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Whitman,  Mrs.  Franklin 
W.  Hobbs,  Mrs.  Mary  A.  Bullard,  Miss  Bullard 
of  Brookline,  Massachusetts,  Miss  Mabel  S.  Whit- 
man, and  Miss  Sarah  Moore  from  Southern  Cali- 
fornia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Otto  Gran  have  returned  from 
their  wedding  trip  and  are  established  in  theii 
new    home  on    Green    Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dennis  Searles  have  returned 
from  Miramar  and  spent  the  recent  holidays  in 
Monterey. 

Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  and  her  son,  Mastei 
Russell  Wilson,  returned  to  Burlingame  Monday 
after  a  few  days'  visit  in  Monterey. 

Mrs.  Spencer  Buckbee  and  her  niece,  Miss 
Helen  Holman,  have  returned  from  Castle  Crag. 

Mrs.  William  J.  Younger  has  arrived  from  Paris 
to  spend  several  weeks  with  relatives  and  friends. 
Dr.   Younger  is  expected  in   August. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Milo  M.  Potter  and  Miss  Nina 
Jones  have  returned  to  Santa  Barbara  after  a  visit 
in   the   Yosemite  Valley. 

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Sunday  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  in  Bur- 
lingame. 

Miss  Emma  Grimwood  is  visiting  Miss  Jeannette 
Hooper  in  Mountain  View. 

Mrs.  Frank  S.  Johnson  and  her  son,  Mr.  Gor- 
don Johnson,  will  leave  July   19   for  Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  Sperry  are  at  Glen  Alpin 
Springs    for    the    month    of   July. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Breeze  and  Mrs.  Nor- 
wood are  spending  a   few  weeks  in    Palo   Alto. 

Mr.  Frederick  Knight  has  gone  to  Honolulu  to 
attend  the  wedding  July  26  of  his  step-daughter, 
Miss  Thelraa  Parker,  and  Mr.  Henry  G.   Smart. 

Professor  Charles  Mills  Gayley,  Mrs.  Gayley, 
and  the  Misses  Mary  and  Betty  Gayley  are  at 
Castle    Crag. 

Mrs.  Adpheus  Bull  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Elizabeth  Bull,  have  closed  their  town  house  and 
are   occupying  a   cottage  in   Mill   Valley. 

Miss  Edwina  Hammond  has  returned  from  a 
visit  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Fenwick  at 
their  new  home  at  Merced  Falls,  near  the  Yo- 
semite. 

Miss  Dorothy  Crawford  is  the  guest  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.   Charles  C.  Moore  in   Santa  Cruz. 

Mrs.  James  Fletcher  (formerly  Miss  Carrie 
Mills)  has  arrived  from  her  home  in  China  and 
will   spend   the  summer   with   relatives. 

Miss  Erna  St.  Goar  has  returned  from  Europe, 
where  she  has  been  visiting  relatives  for  the  past 
year. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  (formerly  Miss 
Minna  Van  Bergen)  have  returned  from  their  wed- 
ding  trip. 

Mrs.  William  Boericke  has  been  spending  a  few 
days  in  Mill  Valley  with  her  son-in-law  and  daugh- 
ter,   Mr.    and    Mrs.    Ralston    White. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  P.  Deering  have  returned 
from  a  two  weeks'  visit  in   San  Anselmo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Kenneth  Menzies  have  been 
spending  two   weeks  at  Lake   Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Murphy  and  their  two 
children  will  leave  next  week  for  Santa  Cruz  to 
remain    several    weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Palmer  have  moved 
from  Vallejo  Street  and  are  occupying  a  house 
on  Broadway  and   Steiner  Street. 

Mrs.  Edgar  J.  Bowen  is  established  in  Mon- 
terey  for   the   summer. 

Mr.  Curtis  Denis  O'Sullivan  will  arrive  shortly 
from  London  to  visit  his  grandparents,  Mr  and 
Mrs.  James  Marvin  Curtis.  Mr.  O'Sullivan  has 
recently  graduated  from  Westminster  College  and 
will   attend  the  University  of  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Downey  Harvey  spent  the 
week-end  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin,  Mr.  and  Mrs 
Oscar  Cooper,  Miss  Jennie  Crocker,  and  Mr  Mal- 
colm D.  Whitman  returned  Sunday  from  a  motor 
trip    in    Lake    County. 

Mrs.  Charles  O.  Alexander  returned  Monday 
from  a  week's  visit  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph 
Spreckels  at  their  country  home,  Sobre  Vista  So- 
noma   County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Moodv,  Mrs.  Bev- 
erly MacMonagle,  and  Mr.  Douglas  MacMonagle 
have  returned  from  Europe.  They  were  accom- 
panied by  Miss  Katherine  Donahoe,  who  has  been 
abroad   for  the  past  year. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Harriet,  Janetta,  and  Mary 
Alexander,  arrived  yesterday  from  New  York  t'o 
attend  the  wedding  Tuesday  of  Miss  Jennie  Ade- 
line Crocker  and  Mr.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman. 

Dr.  Millicent  Cosgrave  is  visiting  her  brother, 
Mr.   John   O'Hara    Cosgrave,   in   New   York 

Mrs.  Francis  Wilson  of  Santa  Barbara  (for- 
merly Miss  Julia  Redington)  has  recently  been 
the   guest   of  Miss   Frances   Tavlor. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  J.  Woods  spent  the  week- 
end with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Lent  at  Wood- 
side. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dixwell  Hewitt  returned  Monday 
from   Europe,    where  they  spent  four  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  B.  Eastland  have  been 
spending  the  past  two  weeks  at  Lake  Tahoe  as 
the   guests  of  Mrs.    Herbert   C.    Moffitt. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  and  the  Misses  Ethel 
Mary  and  Helen  Crocker,  Mr.  William  H 
Crocker,  Jr.,  and  Master  Charles  Crocker  returned 
Tuesday  to    Burlingame    from    Europe. 

Baroness  Bertha  von  Suttner  has  recently  been 
the  guest  of  Mrs.  John  F.  Smith  in  Berkeley  and 
Mrs.  Phebe  Hearst  at  her  home  in  Pleasanton. 

Mrs.  George  Hayes  Laird,  wife  of  Lieutenant 
Laird,  U.  S.  N.,  sailed  last  week  for  Samoa,  where 
Lieutenant  Laird  has  been  ordered  for  duty. 

Mrs.  E.  V.  Saunders,  with  Master  Drury  Saun- 
ders and  governess,  have  taken  a  cottage  at  ^tna 
Springs  for  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  S.  M.  Worthington  will  go  to 
Honolulu  to  be  present  at  the  wedding  of  their 
niece,  Miss  Thelma  Parker. 

Mrs.  S.  L.  Bee  and  her  son,  Mr.  Everett  N. 
Bee,  have  returned  from  a  few  weeks'  visit  at 
Applegate  and  are  at  their  apartments  in  the  Hill- 
crest.  Later  in  the  season  they  will  be  at  Mira- 
mar. 

Mr.  Hother  Wismer  is  in  Los  Angeles  iu  attend- 
ance at  the  Music  Teachers'  Convention,  where  he 
will  play  a  Brahms  sonata  for  violin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ferd  C.  Peterson  of  Belvedere 
are  spending  a  few  weeks  at  Santa  Barbara  as 
guests   of  Mrs.   Harriett   P.    Miller. 

Miss  Kate  Peterson  is  visiting  Miss  Grace  Towne 
at    Palo    Alto. 

Baron  and  Baroness  von  Swaine  of  Munich  are 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Newton  Booth  Knox  in 
London.  Accompanied  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Knox, 
they  will  take  a  motor  tour  through  Scotland  in 
August. 

Captain  Arthur  Poillon,  U.  S.  A.,  is  stationed  in 
the   Yosemite    Valley    for   the   summer. 

Mrs.  William  Poillon  and  Miss  Gladys  Poillon 
have  arrived  from  Washington,  D.  C,  and  art. 
at  the    Fairmont   Hotel. 

Ensign  Stephen  Boutwell  Robinson,  U.  S.  N., 
is  visiting  his  cousin,  Mr.  Boutwell  Dunlap,  consul 
of  the   Argentine    Republic. 


"Robinson  Crusoe"  was  the  first  novel  with 
illustrations  published  in  England.  This  was 
in  August  of  1719,  the  illustration  was  a  map 
of  the   world. 


Wanted — A  French  governess  or  German 
speaking  fluent  French  for  three  girls  of  eight, 
ten  and  twelve  years,  including  music.  Local 
references  required.  Address  Mrs.  Edward 
Vail,  Santa  Barbara,   California. 


New  Exhibit  at  the  Museum. 

An  entire  new  exhibit  entitled  "In  the  Foot- 
steps of  the  Cliff-Dwellers"  and  illustrating 
the  life  and  remains  of  the  prehistoric  in- 
habitants of  the  Southwest  and  their  modern 
descendants  was  opened  to  the  public  for  the 
first  time  on  July  4  at  the  Museum  of  Anthro- 
pology at  the  Affiliated  Colleges.  This  is  the 
fifth  successive  displa}'  to  be  put  on  view  in 
the  "Revolving  Exhibit  Room"  in  the  nine 
months  the  museum  has  been  open. 

The  collection,  which  is  really  a  combina- 
tion of  eight  separately  formed  collections, 
reveals  especially  the  intimate  and  personal 
side  of  the  existence  of  the  famous  inhab- 
itants of  the  precipices.  The  sandals  which 
they  wore,  the  tiny  fringed  skirt  which  some 
little  girl  a  thousand  years  ago  tied  around 
her  waist,  the  paint  with  which  her  mother 
decorated  herself,  or  the  bone  needle  with 
which  she  sewed,  are  to  be  seen  by  the  side 
of  the  hunter's  bow  and  arrow. 

Coming  down  to  a  more  recent  period  the 
pottery  of  the  modern  Pueblos  still  illustrates 
the  ancient  methods  of  making  the  ware. 
The  Navajo  blanket  is  an  up-to-date  survival 
in  wool  of  the  old  technic  in  aboriginally 
grown  cotton.  The  ceremonial  dolls  and 
brightly  colored  snake-dance  paraphernalia  of 
the  Hopis  contain  the  religious  symbols  used 
by  their  prehistoric  ancestors.  The  whole  pic- 
turesque modern  Indian  life  of  Arizona  and 
New  Mexico  thus  finds  its  explanation  in  the 
remnants  of  the  cliff-dweller  past. 

Of  special  interest  are  a  blood-painted  bow 
and  a  stone  metate  which  once  belonged  to  the 
notorious  Geronimo,  who  for  four  years  suc- 
ceeded in  defying  or  eluding  the  United  States 
army.  There  is  also  a  series  of  masks  of 
Pueblo  Indian  heads,  cast  in  plaster  from  the 
living  subject  and  therefore  absolutely  faithful 
in   every   detail. 

The  exhibit  will  remain  on  view  only  dur- 
ing July  and  August,  when  in  view  with  the 
museum's  policy  it  must  be  removed  to  give 
place  to  another  special  temporary  installation. 
The  Egyptian,  California,  Peruvian,  and  Greek 
halls  remain  permanently  open  to  the  public 
from  ten  to  four  daily,  including  Sundays  and 
holidays. 


Lily  Langtry,  who  has  not  been  in  this 
country  since  she  acted  in  vaudeville  five 
years,  ago,  is  engaged  to  play  the  Orpheum 
Circuit  and  will  open  in  Chicago  on  Septem- 
ber 20.  Mrs.  Langtry  is  coming  this  time 
with  a  sketch  which  has  been  one  of  the  suc- 
cesses of  the  Coliseum  programme  in  London. 
The  title  is  "Helping  the  Cause."  There  are 
three  other  characters  and  the  action  passes 
in  a  cell  in  Holloway  jail.  Most  of  the  play 
was  written  by  Lady  de  Bathe,  although  the 
name  of  Percy  Fendall  also  appears  on  the 
programme. 


Miramar  School  Summer  Camp 

Santa  Barbara,  California 

July  1  to  August  31,  1912 

A  beautiful,  well  equipped,  summer  home  for 
boys  of  twelve  to  sixteen  years  of  age  in  the 
mountains  near  Santa  Barbara.  Optional  school 
work,  coaching,  surf-bathing,  mountain-climb- 
ing, tennis,  camping  trips,  etc.,  horses  if  desired. 

Masters  are  all  Harvard  and  Yale  graduates. 

Illustrated  catalog  sent  upon  request. 

Address 

HEADMASTER, 

Miramar  School 

Santa  Barbara,  Cal. 


^——m  -^Portland,  Oregon       S     ^mmm 

f^  Resident  and  Day  School  for  Girle  ii^^i 
charge  of  Sisters  of  St.  John  Baptist  (Episcopal? 
Collegiate,  Academic  and  Elementary  Departmanti, 

Music,  Art,  E location,  Gymn&situn. 

For  catalog  address  THE  SISTER  SUPERIOR 

Office  1 ,  St.  Helens  Hall 


ST.    MARY'S 

ACADEMY  AND  COLLEGE 


For  Girls.  Conducted  by  the  SISTERS  0FTHE  HOLY 
NAMES  OF  JESUS  AND  MARY.  Grade.  Academic  and 
Collegiate  Ceurses.  Music.  An.  Elocution  and  Commer- 
cial Depts.  Resident  and  Day  Students.  Refined  Moral  and 
Intellectual  Training.  Write  forAnnouncement.  Address 
SISTER     SUPERIOR,    St.  Mary's  Academy,     Portland 


Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers'?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault  ? 
$4  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  Sts. 


July  13,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Tuesday  morning  the  crippled  steamer  City 
of  Panama,  in  tow  of  the  steamer  Rose  City, 
returned  to  port  after  her  breakdown  at  sea 
last  Saturday,  when  for  fourteen  hours  she 
drifted  helplessly.  There  were  twenty-five 
cabin  passengers,  including  a  jolly  party  of 
eleven  young  women  from  various  parts  of 
the  state  under  the  chaperonage  of  Mrs.  Alice 
Kirby  of  Oakland,  who  were  aboard  the 
steamer  bound  for  New  York  by  the  Panama 
route.  

David  Bush,  clubman  and  pioneer,  for  many 
years  tax  collector  of  San  Francisco,  died  at 
his  home  in  this  city  Sunday  night,  after  an 
illness  of  several  days.  While  his  condition 
became  serious  three  days  ago,  it  was  ex- 
pected that  he  had  an  even  chance  for  re- 
covery. Mr.  Bush  was  identified  with  the 
early  history  of  the  city,  and  was  a  promi- 
nent member  of  the  Vigilance  Committee.  He 
served  as  a  member  of  the  fire  department, 
board  of  trade,  school  board,  and  was  one 
of  the  first  members  of  the  Bohemian  Club. 
He  was  bora  in  Ohio  in  1835,  and  came  to 
California  in  his  youth.  Two  daughters,  Mrs. 
Josiah  O.  Low,  wife  of  Josiah  Low  of  the 
tax  collector's  office,  and  Dr.  Alice  Bush,  and 
one  son,  Hartley   M.   Bush,  survive. 


It  is  announced  that  the  Marconi  Wireless 
Company  will  soon  begin  the  construction  of 
the  two  largest  wireless  stations  in  the  world 
in  San  Francisco.  An  immense  system  of 
wireless  stations  is  to  reach  across  the  Pa- 
cific from  San  Francisco  to  the  Philippines, 
with  high-power  transmitting  stations  at  Hon- 
olulu and  on  the  coast  of  China. 


Mrs.  Sarah  Piatt  Decker  of  Denver,  Colo- 
rado, one  of  the  leading  club  women  of 
America,  died  Sunday  night  at  the  Adler  San- 
atorium in  this  city  after  an  illness  of  less 
than  a  week.  Although  most  of  her  active 
life  was  spent  in  the  West,  Mrs.  Decker  was 
born  in  Bellows  Falls,  Vermont,  October  1, 
1854.  She  married  three  times.  Her  girl- 
hood marriage  was  with  Charles  Harris  of 
Springfield,  Massachusetts.  At  his  death  she 
married  Colonel  Henry  Piatt  of  New  York. 
Her  only  daughter,  Harriet  Piatt,  is  the  daugh- 
ter of  that  marriage.  Colonel  Piatt  removed 
to  Denver  a  quarter  of  a  century  ago,  where 
he  died.  About  eight  years  ago  she  married 
Judge  W.  S.  Decker  of  the  circuit  court, 
whom  she  had  met  in  her  public  experiences. 
Judge  Decker  met  a  tragic  death  by  drowning 
a  few  years  ago,  leaving  her  for  the  third 
time  a  widow.  As  president  of  the  Women's 
Club  of  Denver  for  a  number  of  years  and 
an  active  member  of  the  Civic  League,  Mrs. 
Decker  was  prominent  in  Colorado  politics. 


John  A.  Keogh,  a  well-known  musician,  has 
been  appointed  municipal  bandmaster  and  will 
lead  a  band  of  thirty  pieces  which  will  render 
free  concerts  in  the  parks. 


Patrons  of  taxicabs  are  to  be  protected  from 
overcharging,  which,  it  is  alleged,  is  being 
done  by  taxi  drivers  and  owners  in  San  Fran- 
cisco. Patrolman  Walter  S.  Neal  has  been 
appointed  taxi  inspector.  Neal  has  been  fur- 
nished with  seals  similar  to  those  used  by 
the  United  States  government  in  sealing  pack- 
ages. These  will  be  used  to  seal  the  taxi- 
meters. Drivers  will  report  to  him  to  have 
their  meters  sealed.  Under  a  system  of 
checking  it  will  be  more  difficult  for  taxi 
drivers   to   impose   upon   patrons. 


The  official  celebration  of  the  123d  anni- 
versary of  the  Fall  of  the  Bastille  will  be 
conducted  by  the  French  Fourteenth  of 
July  Society,  Saturday  night  and  Sunday. 
This  organization  was  incorporated  last  April, 
and  its  membership  includes  a  large  portion 
of  the  French  residents  of  the  city.  Its  in- 
corporation was  found  necessary  to  prevent 
the  continued  commercialization  of  the  pa- 
triotic celebration  by  unauthorized  bodies 
seeking  to  make  profit  for  a  few  individuals. 
The  festivities  will  begin  with  an  all  night 
ball  at  the  Auditorium  Pavilion,  Page  and 
Fillmore  Streets,  Saturday  evening.  The  lite- 
rary exercises  will  be  held  on  Sunday  after- 
noon, in  Scottish  Rite  Hall.  The  orators  of 
the  day,  in  French  and  English,  will  be  Mayor 
Rolph,  J.  Stitt  Wilson,  E.  P.  Dupuy,  and  Henri 
Merou.  

eofge  M.  Hill,  a  member  of  the  state  board 

larbor  commissioners,  died  July  10  at   St. 

Hospital    of    typhoid   meningitis.      Mr. 

-;ient  most  of  his  life  in  San  Francisco. 

as    forty-seven    years    old.      During    the 

ew  years   he   and  his   family   resided   in 

da.     He  is  survived  by  a  widow,  a  son, 

Hill,  sixteen  years  old,  and  his  mother. 


;  he  following  officers  have  been  elected  by 

'he    Society    of    California    Pioneers    for    the 

imiiig   year:      President,    Titus    Hale;    vice- 

c    dents,  John  J.  Lerman  of  San  Francisco, 

J    Crumpton  of  Alameda,  J.  A.  Schmidt  of 

ii     Francisco,     L.     B.     Pine     of     Calaveras 

'i"ity,    James    Cass    of    San    Luis    Obispo ; 

easurer,   Charles  Deering;   marshal,  W.   W. 


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Hobart ;  directors,  John  M.  Burnett,  Henry  L. 
Byrne,  James  Hunter,  A.  A.  Louderback,  H. 
L.  Van  Winkle,  Robert  R.  Russ,  Frank  Soule, 
James  K.  Moffitt,  and  J.  A.  Oliver. 


The  presentation  of  Shakespeare's  "Twelfth 
Night"  by  the  Women's  Outdoor  Club  at 
the  amphitheatre  on  its  grounds  at  Nine- 
teenth Avenue  and  Sloat  Boulevard  was  such 
a  success  on  the  Fourth  of  July  that  it  was 
repeated  Sunday  afternoon.  Edmund  R.  K. 
Gorst  was  seen  as  Orsino,  Duke  of  Illyria , 
Samuel  Gunnison  was  brother  to  Viola  ;  Frank 
Anderson,  Valentine ;  L.  L.  Levy,  Sir  Toby 
Belch;  Charles  Poole,  Sir  Andrew  Aguecheek ; 
Kenneth  Perkins,  Malvolio  ;  Charles  N.  Dray, 
Fabian  ;  William  Melander,  clown ;  Mrs.  Lil- 
lian Quinn  Stark,  Olivia ;  Miss  Katherine 
Rader,  Viola,  and  Miss  May  O'Keefe,  Maria. 
Gorst,  who  played  Orsino,  is  a  nephew  of 
Charles  Rann  Kennedy,  the  English  play- 
wright, and  has  been  seen  in  the  same  role 
in  New  York.  The  production  of  the  play  is 
due  chiefly  to  the  Chamber  Drama  Club,  an 
inner   organization  of  the   Outdoor   Club. 


The  election  commission  has  appointed  2784 
precinct  officers  for  the  primary  of  September 
3,  six  being  named  for  each  of  the  464  pre- 
cincts. More  than  one-third  of  these  officers 
are  women,  some  of  the  precinct  boards  hav- 
ing three  women  each. 


Marquis  James  de  la  Montanya's  will  has 
been  admitted  to  probate.  "It  disposes  of  an 
estate  estimated  to  be  valued  at  $150,000. 
Lily  Croome,  nurse  to  the  decedent  during  the 
past  years  of  his  life,  is  named  as  executrix, 
and  W.  M.  Madden,  a  friend  of  years,'  stand- 
ing, executor.  Mrs.  Croome  and  Madden  are 
also  made  trustees  for  the  residue  of  the  es- 
tate, which  is  bequeathed  to  decedent's  son, 
James  Francis  de  la  Montanya,  and  his  daugh- 
ter, Loraine  Davis,  both  of  whom  are  by  his 
first  wife,  to  be  held  in  trust  until  Jameg 
Francis,  now  nineteen  years  of  age,  has  at- 
tained the  age  of  fifty  years,  when  it  is  to  be 
divided  equally  between  the  son  and  daughter. 
Until  the  date  of  distribution  has  arrived,  the 
income  from  the  estate,  less  $100  a  month  to 
be  paid  to  Mrs.  Croome,  is  to  be  paid  to  the 
son   and    daughter. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Starling. 
"I   can't  get  out,"   said  the  starling. 

— Sterne's  "Sentimental  Journey," 
Forever    the    impenetrable    wall 

Of  self  confines  my  poor   rebellious   soul, 
I   never  see  the  towering  white  clouds    roll 
Before  a  sturdy  wind,  save  through  the  small 
Barred  window  of  my  jail.      I  live  a  thrall, 

With    all   my    outer    life   a    clipped,    square    hole. 
Rectangular;   a   fraction  of  a  scroll 
Unwound    and   winding  like  a  worsted  ball. 
My   thoughts   are   grown   uneager   and   depressed 
Through    being   always   mine;    my    fancy's   wings 
Are  moulted,   and  the   feathers  blown  away. 
I  weary   for  desires  never  guessed, 

For    alien    passions,    strange    imaginings, 
To  be  some  other   person  for  a  day. 

— Amy   Lowell,    in   Atlantic   Monthly. 


I  Sing  the  Battle. 
I  sing  the  song  of  the  great  clean  guns  that  belch 

forth    death    at    will. 
"Ah,    but   the    wailing    mothers,    the    lifeless    forms 

and  still!" 

I   sing  the  song  of  the  billowing  flags,    the  bugles 

that   cry   before. 
"Ah,  but  the  skeletons  flapping  rags,  the  lips  that 

speak  no  more!" 

I   sing  the   clash   of   bayonets,   of  sabres  that   flash 

and  cleave. 
"And    wilt    thou   sing   the    maimed    ones,    too,    that 

go   with   pinned-up   sleeve?" 

I  sing  acclaimed  generals  that  bring  the  victory 
home. 

"Ah,  but  the  bruken  bodies  that  drip  like  honey- 
comb!" 

I  sing  of  hosts  triumphant,  long  ranks  of  marching 

men. 
"And  wilt  thou  sing  the  shadowy  hosts  that  never 

march    again  ?" 

— Harry  Kemp,   in   the  Forum. 


Sir  Walter  Raleigh's  Farewell  to  His  Wife. 
My  dear,  it  is  not  parting  that  we  face; 

Our  hearts,  fast  joined  through  years  of  wedded 
love 
No  tyrant's  harsh  decree,  nor  death's  disgrace 

Can  from  their  sweet  communion  ever  move; 
For  thou  wert  with  me  in  those  nights  when  dead 

Ghost-lighted  waters  lapped  my  vessel  round 
And  when  the  Eldorado  luring  fled 

Wraith-like  before  me  o'er  the  fetid  ground 
Of  vast  and  breathless   forest,   demon-grown, 

Thy  heart  was  with  me  and  thy  spirit  blessed. 
So  now  when  toil  and  prison  I  have  flown 
Still  shall  I  love  thee  and  thou  wilt  be  near. 
Yea,  though  all  time  roll  o'er  us  sphere  on  sphere 

Still  shall  I  feel  thy  arms  and  lips  close  pressed, 
— William     Bakewell     Wharton,     in     Book     News 
Monthly. 


Candy  Sent  to  the  Country — A  box  of  candy 
is  always  welcomed  by  friends  in  the  country. 
Easily  sent  by  express  from  any  of  Geo.  Haas 
&  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 

■*•+ 

Children's  horoscopes  accurately  cast,  $5. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Are  You  Going  Camping? 

Or  to  the  country  to  spend  your 
vacation  ?  Take  along  a  few  cans  of 
Ghirardelli's  IMPERIAL  Cocoa. 
You  may  not  be  able  to  get  it  where 
you're  going.  It  is  ideal  for  out- 
ings, being  so  easily  and  quickly 
made.  Besides  it  is  both  beverage 
and  food,  most  highly  nutritious. 
A  half-pound  tin  makes  50  cups. 

It's  your  duty— if  you  care  to  have 
the  BEST— to  insist  on  Ghirardelli's 
IMPERIAL  Cocoa. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers. 


Hackett's  Season  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

James  K.  Hackett  and  the  fine  organization 
which  will  assist  him  in  the  presentation  of 
his  plays  at  the  Columbia  Theatre,  when  he 
appears  in  San  Francisco,  leave  New  York 
on  Friday,  July  12,  for  this  city.  The  trans- 
continental trip  will  be  made  without  a  single 
stopover.  The  company  will  arrive  on 
Wednesday  preceding  the  opening  date  of 
Monday  night,  July  21,  and  during  this  time 
will  make  complete  preparations  for  the 
inaugural  of  Mr.  Hackett's  noteworthy  season. 
"The  Grain  of  Dust"  is  the  dramatization 
made  for  Mr.  Hackett's  use,  from  David  Gra- 
ham Phillips's  widely  read  novel  of  the  same 
name,  and  it  is  said  to  be  one  of  the  most 
forceful  dramas  produced  in  later  years.  Of 
special  interest  to  the  theatre-goers  of  San 
Francisco  is  the  publication  of  the  list  of  as- 
sociate players  coming  here  with  Mr.  Hackett. 
Included  in  the  cast  are  such  local  favorites 
as  E.  M.  Holland,  Mrs.  Thomas  Whiff  en, 
Frazer  Coulter,  Frank  Eurbeck,  Eva  Vincent, 
Vaughn  Trevor,  Luke  Martin,  Beatrice  Beck- 
ley,  and  Olive   Oliver. 

■*•*■ ■ 

Annie  Russell  will  have  a  new  theatre  as 
the  home  of  "The  Annie  Russell  Old  Comedy 
Company,"  which  she  has  formed  to  act  old 
English  plays  from  November  11  for  nine 
weeks.  This  new  house,  which  will  be  situ- 
ated directly  opposite  the  Maxine  Elliott  The- 
atre, on  Thirty-Ninth  Street,  will  seat  less 
than  300  persons  and  will  be  the  smallest  the- 
atre in  New  York  with  the  exception  of  the 
Little  Theatre.  Miss  Russell  will  present  a 
repertory  which  includes,  so  far  as  it  is  at 
present  settled,  "She  Stoops  to  Conquer," 
"Much  Ado  about  Nothing,"  and  "The  Rivals." 
Miss  Russell  will  give  several  matinee  per- 
formances each  week,  as  one  of  the  objects 
of  the  enterprise  is  to  provide  plays  suited  to 
juvenile  audiences. 


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In  the  centre  of   the  city 

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United  States  this  coming  season,  but  will  re- 
main in  London  until  the  popularity  of  "At 
the  Barn,"  by  Anthony  Wharton,  is  exhausted. 
It  is  the  most  successful  comedy  that  Miss 
Tempest  has  had  for  several  years  and  it  is 
to  be  hoped  that  she  may  be  allowed  to  ap- 
pear in  it  in  this  country.  It  has  usually 
been  her  misfortune  in  the  past  to  have  her 
plays  bought  by  American  managers  for  other 
stars  and  she  has  been  compelled  to  use  what- 
ever was  left  after  the  others  had  been  pro- 
vided for.  But  she  is  said  to  have  secured 
the  American   rights  to   her  present  play. 


After  more  than  a  season's  run  at  Wallack's 
Theatre,  New  York,  "Pomander  Walk"  will 
come  to  the  Columbia  Theatre  a  few  weeks 
hence.  This  is  the  Louis  N.  Parker  comedy 
of  happiness  which  has  met  with  one  of  the 
greatest  metropolitan  successes  in  recent 
years.  There  is  no  star  part  in  the  play  and 
the  leading  roles  are  of  about  equal  impor- 
tance. The  players  who  were  originally  se- 
lected by  the  Liebler  Company  to  enact  this 
delightful  play  will  all  appear  during  the  local 
engagement. 


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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Green — Misery  loves  company.  White — 
But  the  cook  won't  allow  us  to  have  any. — 
Harper's  Bazar. 

Knicker — What  is  Roosevelt's  platform  ? 
Bocker — The  decalogue  and  the  monologue. — 
New  York  Sun. 

"A  glass  of  beer  is  the  most  temperate 
drink."  "How  so  ?"  "You  never  see  one 
full." — Spirit  Review. 

"How's  your  insomnia,  Slocum?"  "Worse 
and  worse !  I  can't  even  sleep  when  it's  time 
to  get  up  !" — Laughter. 

"I  suppose  he  is  made  of  the  same  stuff 
as  other  men."  "Good  gracious,  no !  He's 
a  tenor!" — Baltimore  American. 

Sightseer — Why  do  you  call  this  "Aviation 
Inn"  ?  Rufits — Y'  ought  t'  see  the  flies  around 
here  in  summer. — New  York  Globe. 

"Does  old  Skinnim  believe  in  his  fellow- 
man?"  "Yes — in  his  fellow-man's  infallible 
gullibility." — Birmingham  Age-Herald. 

Hostess — Well,  dear,  and  what  sort  of  a 
time  did  you  have?  Lady  (displaying  torn 
dress) — Oh,   er — rag  time  ! — London   Opinion. 

Silicus — A  woman  never  knows  what  she 
wants.  Cynicus — Oh,  yes,  she  does ;  but  not 
till  she  realizes  she  can't  get  it. — Philadelphia 
Record. 

"Why  don't  you  take  a  part  in  politics?" 
"I  never  take  a  part  in  anything,"  replied 
Mr.  Dustin  Stax.  "My  rule  is  all  or  noth- 
ing."— Washington  Star. 

Tall  Golfer — If  I  looked  like  Bailer  in  golf 
togs  I'd  play  at  night.  Little  Golfer — If  I 
looked  like  him  I  wouldn't  consider  the  night 
dark  enough. — New  York  Globe. 

She — I  shall  never  marry  a  man  who  can't 
play  polo.  He — Very  well,  I'll  learn  to  ride. 
But  suppose  I  break  my  neck?  She — Oh, 
there  always  are  survivors. — Judge. 

Undertaker — Yes,  I  advertised  for  an  assist- 
ant. Have  you  had  any  experience  at  fu- 
nerals? Applicant — I  was  secretary  of  an 
aeroplane  club  for  two  years ! — Life. 

"That  doctor  is  something  of  a  cynic."  "As 
to  how?"  "He  says,  when  a  man  has  a  mal- 
ady, it's  a  disease,  and  when  a  woman  has  it, 
it's   a    complaint." — Washington   Herald. 

Dobson — Rogers  is  comparatively  rich, 
isn't  he?  De  Broke — That  depends  upon 
whether  you  use  me  as  a  standard  of  com- 
parison or  Carnegie. — Boston  Transcript. 

"Jack  says  Mame  treats  him  like  a  dog." 
"Ah,  but  is  the  treatment  general  or  par- 
ticular?" "What  do  you  mean?"  "Does  she 
treat  him  like  her  dog?'' — Baltimore  Ameri- 
can, 

"AH  Baba,"  said  the  grand  vizier  in  great 
excitement,  "says  he  has  discovered  forty 
thieves."  "AH  Baba?"  echoed  the  caliph. 
"What  party's  candidate  is  he?" — Washington 
Star. 

"Do  you  always  play  fair,  my  little  boy?" 
"Not  always.  If  I  can  get  the  advantage  of 
Jimmy,  I  take  it.  But  I  always  make  Jimmy 
play  fair  with  me,  though." — Detroit  Free 
Press. 

East  side — Under  the  new  Virginia  law  a 
man  who  swears  in  public  is  liable  to  a  fine 
of  $500.  Westside — How  in  the  world  can 
the  Virginians  afford  to  drive  their  mules? — 
Judge. 

Blobbs — I  heard  Tightwad  boasting  today 
that  he  had  money  to  burn.  Slobbs — Well, 
I  wouldn't  be  in  any  hurry  to  call  out  the 
fire  department  if  I  were  you. — Philadelphia 
Record. 

Miller — Just  as  Millet  and  the  widow 
started  up  the  aisle  to  the  altar  every  light 
in  the  church  went  out.  Mumford — What  did 
the  couple  do  then  ?  Miller — Kept  on  going. 
The  widow  knew  the  way. — Judge. 

"I  think,"  said  the  young  statesman,  "that 
some  of  my  speeches  will  be  recalled  with 
interest  in  years  to  come."  "They  will,"  re- 
plied Senator  Sorghum,  "unless  you  are  excep- 
tionally lucky." — Washington  Star. 

"What  sort  of  a  chap  is  Wombat  to  camp 
with?"  "He's  one  of  these  fellows  who  al- 
ways take  down  a  mandolin  about  the  time 
it's  up  to  somebody  to  get  busy  with  the 
frying-pan." — Louisville    Courier-Journal. 

"Why  do  you  call  this  new  tire  of  yours 
the  Mexican?"  asked  Slathers.  "Is  it  made 
of  Mexican  rubber?"  "Oh,  no!"  said  the  in- 
ventor. "I  call  it  that  because  it  is  capable 
of  innumerable  revolutions  without  wearing 
out." — Judge. 

Yeast — Every  time  a  man  gets  a  new  suit 
he  wants  to  go  out  and  "wet  it,"  you  know. 
Crimsonbcak — Yes,  I  know.  Yeast — It's  dif- 
ferent with  a  woman.  Crimsonbcak — I  guess 
so,  especially  if  it  happens  to  be  a  bathing 
suit. — Yonkcrs  Statesman. 

"Who  is  that  woman  sitting  on  your  side 
porch?"  "Hush.  She's  my  next  door  neigh- 
bor." "What  is  she  doing  there  ?"  "Why, 
she's  interested  in  a  serial  story  in  a  maga- 
zine   I    let    her    take,    and    now    she's    waiting 


for  me  to  bring  home  the  next  number." 
"Rather  cheeky,  isn't  it?"  "No,  no.  I've  got 
her  lawn-mower." — Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"Have  you  ever  loaned  Brown  any  money?" 
"I  don't  know."  "Don't  know  ?  How  is 
that?"  "I  transferred  some  to  him,  but  I'm 
not  sure  yet  whether  he  considers  it  a  loan 
or  a  present." — Boston  T?'anscript. 

"Can  you  tell  me  anything  about  the  ex- 
istence of  a  Money  Trust  that  absolutely  con- 
trols the  circulation  of  funds?"  "No,"  replied 
Mr.  Dustin  Stax.  "I  don't  know  of  any  such 
undertaking,  but  it's  a  mighty  good  sugges- 
tion."— Washington  Star. 

Mrs.  Flatbush — I  see  a  Miss  Fay  Kellogg, 
New  York's  first  successful  woman  architect, 
earns  $8000  a  year  designing  comfortable 
houses  for  women.  Mr.  Flatbush — But  a 
house  all  closets  must  be  a  funny-looking  af- 
fair.— Yonkers  Statesman. 

"We  must  go  to  Stratford."  "What's  the 
use  ?  We  can  buy  Stratford  postcards  in 
London."  "My  friend,  one  travels  for  some- 
thing more  than  to  send  postcards.  I  want 
to  write  my  name  on  Shakespeare's  tomb." — 
Lou isville  Courier-Journal. 

"Marie,"  asked  the  star  of  her  maid,  gaz- 
ing perplexedly  at  her  reflection  in  the  mirror, 
"what  was  I  about  to  do — step  into  the  bath- 
tub or  go  on  the  stage?"  Marie  shrugged  her 
shoulders.  "How  can  I  tell  ?  Mademoiselle  is 
dressed   for   either." — Judge. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  Tbe  Political  Merry-Go-Round— The  Titanic 
Report — A  Bond  for  Strikers — Canal  Policy — The  Olym- 
pic   Games — The    Camorra    Trial — The     Chinese     Loan — 

Patents  and  the  Public — Editorial  Notes 33-35 

THE   COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn 36 

POLITICAL   COMMENT    36 

L'AFFAIRE  JEAN  JACQUES:  How  Paris  Celebrated  Rous- 
seau's Bicentenary.     By  Henry  C.   Shelley 37 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes  about  Prominent  People  All  over 

the   World    37 

THE  SECRETS  OF  THE  CHARTHOUSE:     How  Two  Naval 

Officers  Cleared  Away  Distrust.     By  Patrick  Vaux 38 

GILBERT     AND     SULLIVAN     REVIVALS:     Memories     of 

Comic  Opera  and  Its  Spirit.     By  Josephine  Hart   Phelps      39 
BRET    HARTE:     Henry    Childs    Merwin    Writes    a    Biography 

with  Some  Account  of  the  California  Pioneers 40 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received 41-42 

DRAMA:     Orpheum  Tragedy  and  Farce.     By  George  L.   Shoals      43 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 43 

VANITY  FAIR:  The  Wily  Courtesy  of  Mr.  Hammerstein— 
Its  Free  Interpretation — Dr.  Sarah  Merrick's  Disinfected 
and  Certificated  Marriage  Plan — Sympathy  for  Starving 
Suffragettes — Socialism  and  Wedding  Ceremonies — A 
Plan  of  Defense  for  Statesmen — Mrs.  Flagler's  Solution 

of  the   Servant   Girl  Problem 44 

STORYETTES:     Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise      45 

THE  MERRY  MUSE 45 

PERSONAL:     Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Whereabouts      46 
THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    47 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "To  a  Fifty- Year-Old  Man,"  by  R.  H. 
Law;  "To  What  End  "  by  Martin  Armstrong;  "Memo- 
ries," by  Arthur  Wallace  Peach 47 

THE   ALLEGED  HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs  Ground  Out  by 

the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 48 


The  Political  Merry-Go-Round. 

The  immediate  status  of  the  political  campaign  bears 
close  resemblance  to  the  activities  preliminary  to  a 
horse  race.  There  is  no  end  of  shouting;,  much  confer- 
ence of  a  gravely  futile  sort,  an  obvious  jumble  of 
tentative  plans,  and  of  course  a  world  of  exhilarating 
prophecy  all  around.  Arrangements  are  sufficiently 
forward  to  indicate  that  the  active  management  of  af- 
fairs as  between  the  two  leading  contestants  is  to  be 
in  young  and  practically  untried  hands.  Mr.  Hilles, 
already  chosen  chairman  of  the  Republican  committee 
in  obedience  to  Mr.  Taft's  wishes,  is  a  young  and  rela- 
tively new  man  in  politics;  likewise  Mr.  McCombs, 
the  new  head  of  the  Democratic  committee,  named  in 
deference  to  Professor  Wilson,  is  so  young  as  still  to 
be  involved  in  the  atmosphere  of  collegianism.  On 
both  sides,  apparently,  there  is  studied  effort  to  avoid 
the  appearances  of  political  professionalism,  though  we 
are  yet  to  be  convinced  that  the  candidate  promoted 
at  Chicago  by  Mr.  Barnes  or  the  other  candidate  pro- 
moted at  Baltimore  by  Mr.  Bryan,  is  unwilling  to  profit 
by  e*  perience  and  skill  in  the  political  game.     Prob- 


ably, and  parenthetically  speaking,  let  us  hope,  some- 
body of  experience  and  demonstrated  discretion  will  be 
sufficiently  "close  in"  at  both  headquarters  to  prevent 
the  confusions  and  the  wastes  of  energy  almost  certain 
to  occur  if  these  young  leaders  shall  be  left  to  follow 
unguided  courses. 

The  campaign  will  not  open  formally  for  some  three 
weeks  or  more.  Mr.  Taft  is  to  be  officially  notified  of 
his  nomination  August  1,  when  he  will  formally  lay 
down  the  lines  of  his  candidacy.  The  parallel  cere- 
mony in  Professor  Wilson's  case  will  occur  August  7. 
Whether  or  not  it  will  be  necessary  to  notify  Colonel 
Roosevelt  at  all  is  open  to  some  doubt,  and  in  any 
event  it  will  hardly  be  necessary  for  him  to  outline  his 
plans.  In  this  case  probably  the  procedure  will  be  re- 
versed— the  candidate  will  notify  the  party  if,  when 
the  time  comes,  there  shall  be  a  sufficient  number  of 
partisans  left  to  make  the  formal  responses. 

In  the  present  posture  of  affairs  the  third-term  or 
new  party  supplies  the  diverting  element  of  uncertainty. 
Within  the  week  there  has  been  something  very  like  a 
scramble  on  the  part  of  progressive  leaders  to  tumble 
off  the  Roosevelt  band-wagon.  The  list  of  notables 
not  with  the  Colonel  now  reads  like  the  roster  of  a 
progressive  convention  after  being  steam-rollered  to 
complete  regularity.  It  includes  Senator  Borah  of 
Idaho,  likewise  the  Governor  of  Idaho,  Governor  Had- 
ley  of  Missouri,  Senator  La  Follette  of  Wisconsin, 
Senator  Cummins  of  Iowa,  Governor  Osborn  of  Michi- 
gan, Governor  Deneen  of  Illinois,  Governor  Aldrich  of 
Nebraska,  and  so  many  others  of  prominence  that  to 
name  all  would  be  an  unnecessary  strain  upon  endur- 
ance and  patience.  In  truth  the  declinations  from  the 
new  party  have  been  so  many,  the  bumps  in  its  progress 
so  frequent  and  disturbing,  that  it  has  required  all  the 
Colonel's  reiterated  reassurances  to  sustain  conviction 
in  the  public  mind  that  he  is  still  in  the  ring.  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  daily  outgivings  recall  a  venerable  anec- 
dote, that  of  an  Irishman  who  lost  his  balance  on  the 
seventeenth  floor  of  a  skyscraper.  As  he  shot  downward 
past  the  third  floor  a  fellow-workman  heard  him  mur- 
mur, "I'm  all  right  yit !"  We  have  the  Colonel's  word 
for  it,  and  while  the  testimony  is  not  of  high  standing, 
it  still  has  a  certain  interest. 

There  are  embarrassments  in  the  organization  and 
conduct  of  a  movement  which  while  founded  upon  the 
broadest  possible  theory  of  Democracy  is  nevertheless 
so  wholly  a  one-man  affair  as  to  be  subject  to  an  auto- 
cratic will.  For  example,  we  have  seen  local  pro- 
moters of  the  new  party  in  California  and  half  a  dozen 
other  states  laying  plans  to  steal  the  Republican  ma- 
chinery. According  to  the  plan  outlined  by  Governor 
Johnson,  ex-Governor  Pardee,  and  some  other  stern 
moralists,  adherents  of  regular  Republicanism  in  our 
state  are  to  be  disfranchised  under  a  procedure  morally 
identical  with  the  Ku  Klux  system  of  repression. 
Similar  schemes  were  set  on  foot  in  other  states,  and 
the  country  was  under  the  impression  that  this  plan 
had  the  sanction  of  Mr.  Roosevelt.  He  has  been  in 
constant  communication  with  his'  followers  and  agents, 
and  must  have  known  what  they  were  doing.  Like- 
wise he  must  have  heard  the  storm  of  protest  and  in- 
dignation by  which  the  famous  plan  has  been  met  the 
country  over.  Be  this  as  it  may,  the  Colonel  now 
gives  it  out  that  he  is  not  for  the  capture  of  the  Re- 
publican party,  but  is  for  the  organization  of  a  distinct 
independent  party.  "I  shall  not  acquiesce,"  says  the 
Colonel,  in  that  tone  of  emphatic  buncombe  which  is 
his  habit  when  he  discovers  that  the  wind  of  popular 
favor  is  not  blowing  his  way.  At  the  same  time  he 
makes  an  exception  so  adroitly  worded  as  to  condone 
in  California  an  infamy  which  he  deprecates  in  Penn- 
sylvania and  Maryland. 

While  Governor  Johnson's  plan  to  steal  the  Repub- 
lican party  of  California  has  thus  narrowly  escaped  a 
veto  at  the  hands  of  the  Colonel,  it  has  not  fared  so 
well  at  the  hands  of  Senator  Works,  who,  be  it  re- 
membered, was  steam-rollered  into  the  Senate  by  this 


same  faction.     Speaking  at  Washington  Monday,  Sen- 
ator Works  said: 

The  Roosevelt  forces  practically  bolted.  Taft  received  the 
vote  of  those  who  remained.  *  *  *  But  the  Roosevelt  fol- 
lowers are  so  indignant  and  wild  with  passion  that  they  arc- 
not  content  with  this  independent  course.  Nothing  but  a 
brand  new  party  will  satisfy  their  wrath.  *  *  *  They  can  not 
remain  on  committees  in  state  or  county  of  the  Republican 
party  and  at  the  same  time  act  with  the  new  party.  This 
would  be  treachery  of  the  worst  kind.  It  would  dishonor 
their  new  party  at  the  very  beginning.  If  they  attempt  b> 
direct  or  indirect  means  to  hold  on  to  the  machinery  or  offices 
of  the  old  party  while  working  with  or  for  a  new  one  or  its 
establishment,  they  can  no  longer  cry  "thief"  to  the  men  they 
charge  with  stealing  delegates  at  Chicago,  and  no  man  of 
right  political  principles  can  consistently  support  their  new 
party. 

It  will  be  interesting  to  see  if  Mr.  Works  shall  find 
the  hardihood  to  stand  by  this  utterance.  It  is  not  for- 
gotten that  once  before — when  the  judicial  recall  was 
first  proposed  in  California — he  kicked  over  the  traces, 
but  hastily  got  back  into  working  harness  under  the 
crack  of  Governor  Johnson's  whip.  Mr.  Works  ap- 
pears to  be  a  man  whose  impulses  are  honest  and 
whose  first  judgments  are  fairly  sound.  But  he  has 
the  misfortune  to  be  the  beneficiary  of  a  rascally 
transaction,  and  consistency  in  political  knavery  with 
gratitude  to  his  political  creators  require  him  to  gulp 
his  judgments  and  convictions  after  the  manner  of 
Mr.  Pillsbury,  the  magic-lantern  artist  of  the  reform 
vaudeville.  , 

The  "Titanic"  Report. 

The  report  of  the  British  commission  on  the  loss  of 
the  Titanic  is  a  monumental  disappointment.  Indeed  it 
might  almost  be  called  a  monumental  farce.  With 
every  adjunct  of  ceremonial,  with  the  advantages  of 
leisure,  preparation,  expert  testimony,  and  equally  ex- 
pert counsel,  it  has  produced  nothing  of  immediate  and 
practical  import.  Its  findings  are  hardly  more  definite 
than  an  expression  of  regret  that  such  a  disaster  should 
happen  and  of  hope  that  it  will  not  occur  again.  But 
of  resolute  effort  to  grapple  with  a  vital  problem  there 
is  hardly  a  trace.  Ismay  is  not  culpable  on  the  ground 
that  the  captain  of  a  ship  can  not  devolve  his  responsi- 
bilities, and  this  in  face  of  the  patent  fact  that  an  em- 
ployee does  and  must  defer  to  the  wishes  of  the  man 
who  pays  him  his  wages,  whatever  legal  technicalities 
may  say  to  the  contrary.  Ships,  says  the  report,  ought 
to  be  provided  with  enough  boats  to  save  both  passen- 
gers and  crew,  but  it  would  be  impossible  to  make  such 
changes  in  ships  now  afloat.  Glasses  are  not  neces- 
sary for  lookout  men,  searchlights  would  be  useless, 
and  while  it  is  inexpedient  to  go  fast  in  dangerous 
waters  the  captain  of  the  Titanic  was  not  blameworthy 
because  he  was  following  the  usual  practice.  But  of 
why  this  is  the  usual  practice  there  is  hardly  a  word, 
nor  of  how  that  practice  can  be  abolished.  Perhaps 
the  public  has  already  answered  the  first  of  these  ques- 
tions. A  reckless  and  desperate  speed  is  the  usual  prac- 
tice because  owners  have  their  stop-watches  in  hand 
and  captains  who  fail  in  speed  will  soon  find  themselves 
among  those  who  are  not  wanted.  And  so  the  report 
goes  on  to  its  impotent  finish.  Everything  is  for  the 
best  in  this  best  of  all  possible  worlds,  and  if  our  com- 
placence is  sometimes  ruffled  by  a  tragedy  such  as  this 
we  can  ascribe  it  in  the  language  of  a  bill  of  lading  to 
"the  act  of  God"  which  it  would  be  useless,  if  not  im- 
pious, to  guard  against.  For  all  the  effect  that  this 
report  will  have  the  tragedy  of  the  Titanic  may  be  du- 
plicated next  month. 

But  to  understand  the  real  inspiration  of  this  i  - 
we  must  go  somewhat  deeper  than  the  circumlocution 
and  red  tape  that  characterize  so  many  British  pro- 
ceedings wherein  efficacy  has  been  sacrificed  to  for-  • 
mality  and  stateliness.  The  report  is  typical,  in  a  sense, 
of  a  British  trait  that  is  peculiarly  evident  in  the  official 
mind.  It  is  a  trait  developed  by  centuries  of  domi- 
nance, by  the  habit  of  assertive  control,  and  by  the 
constant  assumption  not  only  of  success,  but  of  being 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20,  1912. 


11  the  right.  Such  traits  may  be  admirable  and 
in  matters  of  imperial  control  over  subject 
and  dependent  races,  but  they  become  irritating  faults 
when  applied  to  England's  compeers  in  civilization. 
They  have  earned  for  Englishmen  the  reputation  of 
being  bad  losers,  of  meeting  a  challenge  with  surprise, 
and  a  defeat  with  resentment.  They  may  be  the  de- 
fects of  a  virtue,  but  they  are  none  the  less  real  and 
none  the  less  exasperating. 

We  need  not  go  far  to  find  the  results  of  this  un- 
willingness to  admit  a  failure  or  accept  a  correction. 
The  same  spirit  of  self-satisfaction  that  breathes 
through  every  line  of  the  Titanic  report  is  to  be  found 
in  the  athletic  field  when  Englishmen  are  unsuccessful 
competitors.  Every  defeat  must  be  explained  upon  ex- 
ceptional grounds  and  the  prize  is  rarely  conceded  to 
be  the  reward  of  the  best  man.  It  is  the  same  story 
in  politics.  For  example,  no  disinterested  person  be- 
lieves for  a  moment  that  the  resistance  to  Home  Rule 
for  Ireland  is  due  to  the  convictions  of  national  in- 
terest. But  to  confer  Home  Rule  upon  Ireland  would 
be  to  admit  a  mistake,  to  confess  a  failure,  to  redress 
a  wrong,  and  to  do  these  is  opposed  to  the  national 
temperament.  The  tiny  Isle  of  Man  may  have  its  own 
parliament,  but  Ireland  may  not.  South  Africa  may 
have  self-government  almost  before  the  dead  have  been 
carried  from  the  battlefields,  but  a  far  smaller  measure 
of  autonomy  for  Ireland  would  shake  the  pillars  of 
the  empire.  It  is  impossible  to  believe  in  the  sincerity 
of  such  a  contention  as  this  or  to  doubt  that  Home 
Rule  for  Ireland  would  be  a  wound  to  British  self- 
approbation,  whereas  Home  Rule  for  South  Africa, 
voluntarily  conferred  upon  an  entirely  conquered  and 
exhausted  people,  is  quite  another  matter. 

All  this  may  be  said  without  any  failure  to  recognize 
the  splendid  qualities  of  a  race  that  has  done  so  much 
for  humanity  and  civilization.  But  at  the  same  time 
we  may  recognize  with  equal  clearness  that  habits  of 
mind  that  may  be  pardonable  and  proper  to  a  position 
of  unquestioned  supremacy  become  unpardonable  and 
improper  when  applied  to  equals  in  the  ranks  of  the 
nations.  A  century  ago  England  had  no  equals  in 
civilization,  but  today  she  has  many.  Other  peoples 
have  drawn  abreast  of  her,  and  they  naturally  resent 
an  assumption  of  superiority,  of  infallibility,  for  which 
there  is  no  longer  a  warrant. 


A  Bond  from  Strikers. 

The  Great  Lakes  Towing  Company  of  Cleveland, 
Ohio,  established  a  useful  precedent  when  it  demanded 
a  financial  bond  from  the  Tug  Firemen's  Union  before 
allowing  its  striking  and  now  repentant  employees  to 
return  to  work.  The  offense  was  a  particularly  bad 
one.  A  contract  entered  into  a  year  previous,  and  that 
was  supposed  to  preclude  a  strike,  had  been  delibe- 
rately broken,  not  under  the  pressure  of  grievances, 
but  because  certain  agitators  in  Chicago  had  arbitrarily 
ordered  the  men  to  leave  their  work.  Even  the  local 
union  president  had  been  ignored  in  the  matter,  orders 
being  sent  to  the  men  direct  from  Chicago,  and  this  fact 
was  actually  urged  by  the  employees  themselves  in  their 
plea  for  reinstatement.  They  acted,  they  said,  in  the 
heat  of  the  moment  and  without  reference  to  right  or 
wrong.  Now  they  ask  to  go  back  to  work  under  the 
terms  of  the  unexpired  contract. 

Under  such  circumstances  the  towing  company  was 
justified  in  questioning  the  value  of  any  contract  with 
a  union  to  which  no  financial  liability  was  attached. 
Obviously  there  could  be  no  value  to  an  agreement  with 
a  union  that  recognized  no  ethical  consideration  what- 
ever and  that  was  ready  to  break  any  contract  that 
could  not  be  enforced  at  law.  After  such  an  object 
lesson  in  union  honor  the  company  asked  for  a  bond 
for  $5000  as  a  guaranty  against  its  repetition,  and  as 
this  was  a  condition  of  reinstatement  the  bond  was  im- 
mediately forthcoming.  Henceforth  the  Tug  Firemen's 
Union  will  probably  be  a  little  more  chary  about  break- 
ing its  contract.  If  it  can  not  understand  the  obliga- 
tions of  an  agreement  it  will  have  no  difficulty  in  esti- 
mating the  precise  value  of  $5000  and  the  incon- 
veniences of  forfeiture. 

All  agreements  with  unions  everywhere  ought  to  be 
based  upon  liability  bonds.  Without  such  bonds  the 
agreements  are  useless.  Moral  obligations  have  no 
binding  weight  upon  men  who  are  ready  at  a  mo- 
ment's notice  to  throw  aside  their  duties  to  their  em- 
ployer in  obedience  to  orders  from  dictators  of  whom 
they  know  nothing  and  in  quarrels  that  are  not  theirs. 
To  give  bonds  in  support  of  contracts  is  the  general 
commercial  practice  even  among  men  who  attach  a 
certain    sane  Ity    to    an    agreement.     Why    not    impose 


similar  liabilities  upon  those  whose  promises  have  been 
so  often  proved  to  have  no  value? 


Canal  Policy. 

The  British  government  objects  to  a  policy  of  prefer- 
ential and  otherwise  discriminating  charges  at  the 
Isthmus.  It  presents  considerations  both  definite  and 
general,  including  a  specific  clause  in  the  Hay- 
Pauncefote  treaty  which  it  claims  prohibits  any  such 
policy.  Of  course  no  man  of  intelligence  whose 
ideas  and  motives  are  not  confused  by  considerations 
of  politics  is  in  the  least  surprised.  More  than  two 
years  ago  it  was  foreseen  that  Europe  would  resent  a 
policy  of  discrimination  and  that  in  existing  treaties 
it  would  find  both  technical  and  moral  grounds  of  ob- 
jection. The  protest  has  come  precisely  as  anticipated, 
and  it  bears  especial  emphasis,  coming  as  it  does  from 
our  friend,  and  potentially  speaking,  from  our  ally 
among  the  nations.  It  gains,  too,  another  kind  of  em- 
phasis from  the  approval  given  it  by  Senators  Root  of 
New  York  and  Burton  of  Ohio. 

The  proposals  involved  in  the  bill  now  pending  at 
Washington  defining  a  "policy"  for  the  canal  have 
been  made  upon  a  curiously  narrow  and  demagogic 
basis.  Our  great  men  at  Washington  have  overlooked 
the  fact  that  other  countries,  being  directly  interested 
commercially  and  otherwise,  have  a  natural  and  legiti- 
mate concern  in  canal  policy.  It  is  true  we  have  built 
the  canal  with  our  own  money;  but  all  the  same,  since 
this  enterprise  affects  the  whole  world,  the  conditions 
of  its  operation  make  a  subject  of  legitimate  interest 
to  the  countries  of  the  world.  One  country  can  not 
establish  a  new  condition,  as  related  to  world  affairs, 
without  being  answerable  in  one  way  or  another  to  all 
the  interests  and  sentiments  involved.  There  are,  we 
know,  so-called  statesmen  of  the  old  shirt-sleeves  type 
who  think  we  can  conduct  our  affairs  with  indifference 
to  the  rest  of  the  world.  But  the  statecraft  of  higher 
intelligence  knows  better.  Whether  we  like  it  or  not 
we  can  not-  evade  either  the  broad  moral  obligations  in- 
volved in  mixing  with  the  world's  affairs  or  the  special 
obligations  resting  upon  specific  treaties,  as  for  example 
in  the  case  of  England. 

The  demagog}'  of  one  class  of  canal  proposals  is 
illustrated  in  the  effort  to  use  the  canal  as  a  means  of 
regulating  the  transportation  of  the  country  by  pro- 
cesses of  restriction.  Here  is  a  great  work  created  by 
public  funds  drawn  indiscriminately  through  the  taxing 
process.  Every  element  has  contributed  to  the  creation 
of  the  canal;  and  this  being  so,  all  elements  have  a 
right  to  its  advantages  upon  equal  terms.  To  deny  use 
of  the  canal  to  an  American  ship  because  the  owner 
of  such  ship  is  interested  in  some  other  form  of  trans- 
portation is  on  its  face  inequitable  and  absurd.  It 
would  be  as  reasonable  and  as  legitimate  to  deny  to  a 
citizen  of  San  Francisco  the  right  to  walk  through' 
Market  Street  because  he  holds  stock  in  a  street-car 
company  or  owns  an  automobile.  There  is  but  one 
equitable,  defensible,  and,  we  venture  to  say,  legal 
policy  with  respect  to  the  use  of  the  canal,  and  that  is 
to  make  it  open  to  all  comers  upon  even  terms.  Any 
scheme  of  discrimination  is  trivial  in  conception,  in- 
equitable in  principle,  and  will  surely  be  found  imprac- 
ticable of  execution. 

England  and  other  commercial  nations  have  a  natural 
and  legitimate  right  to  insist  that  canal  rates  be  made 
common  to  all  They  have  this  right,  broadly  speaking, 
in  the  nature  of  things.  They  have  it  specifically  ( Eng- 
land, certainly,  and  perhaps  others)  in  agreements  de- 
fined in  existing  treaties.  If  we  want  to  make  pro- 
visions advantageous  to  American  commerce,  we  have 
an  undoubted  right  to  arrange  a  scheme  of  bounties 
for  American  ships.  This  is  the  universal  method — a 
method  justified  by  the  practice  of  other  countries — 
and   therefore  not   subject   to   any   reasonable   protest. 

Coming  now  to  our  domestic  interest,  there  is  a  point 
in  so  regulating  transportation  as  to  prevent  monopoly. 
But  surely  ways  may  be  devised  to  do  this  without  arbi- 
trary denial  of  a  fundamentally  legitimate  right  to  the 
common  use  of  a  facility  brought  into  existence  by  the 
expenditure  of  funds  to  which  all  have  contributed. 
To  undertake  by  a  policy  of  discrimination  between 
persons  and  interests  is  first  of  all  inequitable  on  the 
very  face  of  things,  and  secondly  impracticable.  We 
say  impracticable  because  nothing  is  easier  than  such 
readjustments  of  title  in  ships  as  will  bring  any  particu- 
lar vessel  or  line  of  vessels  within  any  rules  which  may 
be  laid  down. 

There  is  but  one  rational,  equitable,  and  broadly 
legal  policy  for  the  canal.  It  should  be  open  to  all 
ships  of  all  nations  and  all  ownerships  upon  even  terms 


precisely  like  any  other  waterway  forming  a  part  of 
the  world's  facilities  for  commerce.  Then  upon  this 
basis  we  will  be  at  liberty  to  provide  under  the  bounty 
principle  any  advantages  we  may  deem  desirable  for  our 
own  vessels.  And  by  the  same  token  we  shall  be  free 
to  make  any  regulations  respecting  strictly  American 
transportation  that  may  tend  to  prevent  abuses  under 
the  principle  of  monopoly.  Any  other  policy  will  in- 
volve us  in  troubles  abroad  and  troubles  at  home.  For- 
eign countries  will  not  consent  to  discriminating  rates. 
Our  own  people,  however  much  for  the  moment  they 
may  be  beguiled  by  special  pleadings,  will  not  in  the 
long  run  consent  that  a  facility  to  the  creation  of  which 
all  have  contributed  shall  at  the  point  of  its  use  be 
denied  to  a  particular  class  of  individuals  or  interests. 


The  Olympic  Games. 

The  results  already  obtained  in  the  Olympic  games 
at  Stockholm  are  a  guaranty  of  a  substantial  margin 
of  superiority  for  the  American  contestants.  Nothing 
more  than  this  is  to  be  desired.  If  international  ath- 
leticism is  to  flourish  its  best  stimulus  will  be  close 
contests,  hard-fought  fields,  and  a  wide  representation 
in  the  honors  list.  America  would  naturally  like  to 
take  the  first  place  and  it  is  evident  that  she  will  do 
so,  but  that  she  should  sweep  the  field  and  take  every- 
thing is  not  to  be  wished  for  in  the  interests  of  whole- 
some sport.  So  far  she  has  done  extraordinarily  well, 
and  if  an  occasional  defeat  is  entered  against  her  it 
does  no  more  than  give  zest  to  the  game.  To  win 
against  foemen  worthy  of  one's  steel,  and  sometimes  to 
be  beaten  by  them,  is  a  hundred  times  better  than  uni- 
form success  against  mediocrity. 

These  triumphs  at  Stockholm  have  a  sociological  as 
well  as  a  patriotic  interest.  The  man  in  the  street 
may  be  satisfied  with  the  vague  and  almost  superstitious 
belief  that  the  American  label  necessarily  implies  pre- 
eminence, whether  that  label  be  attached  to  a  steam 
plow  or  an  athlete,  but  the  more  thoughtful  will  wish 
to  go  deeper  than  this  into  the  analytic  process.  Why 
should  the  American  athlete  be  superior  to  his  Euro- 
pean competitor?  Why  should  he  be  victorious  over 
those  of  the  same  race  and  with  similar  training? 

That  athletic  success  is  not  essentially  a  part  of  the 
American  character  is  obvious.  America  was  never 
more  virile,  her  manful  and  distinctive  qualities  were 
never  more  strikingly  in  evidence  than  half  a  century 
ago,  but  the  Americans  of  that  day  were  not  notably 
athletic  in  the  competitive  sense  of  the  word,  and  a 
team  selected  at  that  day  would  probably  have  made 
a  poor  showing.  The  Americans  who  subdued  the 
desert,  conquered  the  Indians,  waged  the  Civil  War,  and 
then  made  the  western  territories  habitable  were  not 
the  kind  of  men  who  threw  the  discus,  cast  the  javelin, 
or  put  the  shot.  But  we  shall  go  far  before  we  find 
more  real  or  manly  men,  or  men  better  qualified  to  do 
the  things  that  are  eternally  worth  doing.  Moreover, 
many  of  those  who  are  now  "doing  us  proud"  in  Stock- 
holm do  not  suggest  by  their  names  that  they  came 
over  in  the  Mayflower  or  that  they  are  rich  in  the 
great  traditions  of  American  life.  If  they  themselves 
were  not  immigrants  we  may  believe  that  some  of 
them  were  the  children  or  grandchildren  of  immigrants. 
Their  Americanism  may  be  one  of  atmosphere  and 
affection,  but  perhaps  not  of  heredity  or  tradition. 

The  American  atmosphere  may  be  a  sufficient  ex- 
planation of  the  fact  that  the  son  or  the  grandson  of 
the  European  immigrant  often  develops  a  physical 
prowess  that  would  have  been  impossible  to  him  in 
the  old  countries.  The  "change  of  air"  which  some- 
times works  such  marvels  upon  the  health  of  the  indi- 
vidual may  have  a  wider  application  than  we  suppose. 
The  European  immigrant  finds  a  broader  opportunity 
than  he  had  ever  dreamed  of  before.  He  has  more  and 
better  food,  his  children  are  more  generously  nour- 
ished, and  a  general  elation  becomes  his  dominant  note 
instead  of  the  dull  and  unhoping  apathy  that  often  char- 
acterizes the  European  worker.  What  more  natural 
than  that  these  new  and  beneficent  forces  should  find 
physical  expression  in  his  sons,  and  that  the  American 
atmosphere  should  thus  be  responsible  for  a  competitive 
athleticism  that  has  never  before  been  a  characteristic 
part  of  Americanism,  but  that  has  none  the  less  been 
called  forth  by  Americanism. 

Another  important  factor  is  the  influence  of  training. 
Physical  vigor  and  ..athleticism  are  by  no  means  the 
same.  Physical  vigoprmay  be  necessary  as  a  basis,  but 
Olympic  awards  are  rwit  won  without  training.  And 
the  American  athlete  isrltrained  with  a  thoroughness,  a 
science,  and  an  enthusiaSn  that  are  almost  unique.  He 
is  trained  with  an  almost  passionate  di 


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the  fine  and  cultivated  flower  of  physical  perfection. 
And  he  is  trained  to  do  the  particular  thing  that  he 
goes  out  to  do,  and  thus  we  find  that  the  American 
discus  throwers  were  beaten  by  their  Finnish  competi- 
tors because  this  particular  exercise  has  been  neglected 
in  America  and  carefully  pursued  in  Finland.  It  was 
the  specially  trained  man  who  won  the  laurels.  Mere 
strength  counts  for  little  in  comparison  with  training, 
and  it  is  to  the  credit  of  the  Americans  at  Stockholm 
that  they  have  neglected  no  scientific  or  technical  aid 
in  their  determination  to  do  the  best  that  can  be  done 
to  place  their  country  and  themselves  in  the  front  rank 
of  international  athleticism. 


The  Camorra  Trial. 

Perhaps  it  would  be  too  much  to  hope  that  the  con- 
viction of  the  leaders  of  the  Italian  Camorra  will  rid 
the  country  forever  of  that  detestable  organization. 
It  has  existed  for  very  many  years.  Its  internal  dis- 
cipline and  the  terror  of  its  name  have  combined  to 
give  it  a  certain  immunity  from  attack,  while  the  au- 
thorities themselves  have  hesitated  to  embark  upon  a 
prosecution  that  would  be  gravely  hampered  by  the  re- 
luctance of  witnesses  and  by  the  antagonism  that  illite- 
rate people  often  display  toward  the  law.  Possibly  the 
prosecution  would  not  have  been  undertaken  at  all,  at 
least  with  the  authority  of  the  central  government,  but 
for  the  fact  that  what  seemed  to  be  an  ordinary  mur- 
der was  found  to  involve  the  whole  local  Camorra  asso- 
ciation. The  net  spread  for  the  actual  murderer  was 
found  to  include  over  fifty  persons,  and  so  a  trial  that 
at  first  promised  to  be  a  mere  police  affair  became  a 
matter  of  national  and  even  of  world  interest. 

That  it  should  be  so  hard  to  suppress  a  criminal 
organization  such  as  the  Camorra  is  not  surprising  to 
those  acquainted  with  the  conditions  and  history  of 
Italian  life.  For  the  Camorra  at  the  time  of  its  birth 
was  not  wholly  bad.  It  was  one  of  those  organizations, 
of  which  Europe  furnishes  many  examples,  that  were 
called  into  existence  by  the  tyrannies  of  a  governmental 
system  created  to  benefit  the  few  at  the  expense  of 
the  many.  Only  the  privileged  castes  had  any  valid 
rights  under  a  law  which  had  no  concern  with  the 
masses  of  the  people  except  to  oppress  them.  Inequali- 
ties of  this  kind  have  always  produced  secret  combina- 
tions which  have  sought  protection  and  redress  by  a 
system  of  reprisals  and  revenges,  and  the  Camorra  was 
one  of  these  extra-legal  organizations  devoted  to  a 
sort  of  lynch  law  justice  on  behalf  of  those  who  other- 
wise would  have  had  no  justice  at  all.  But  degenera- 
tion was  rapid,  as  it  always  is  in  such  cases.  What- 
ever original  justification  there  may  have  been  for  the 
Camorra  disappeared  with  the  declaration  of  Italian 
unity  and  the  establishment  of  good  government.  But 
the  Camorra  continued  and  became  frankly  piratical. 
Until  the  present  leader,  Enrico  Alfani,  assumed  con- 
trol the  Camorra  still  made  a  bid  for  popular  support 
by  its  claim  that  it  robbed  only  the  rich,  and  that  it 
used  a  part  of  its  plunder  for  the  relief  of  the  poor. 
But  even  this  claim  disappeared  under  the  leadership 
of  Alfani.  The  Camorra  devoted  itself  to  every  kind 
of  theft,  from  rich  and  poor  alike,  and  it  maintained 
its  power  no  longer  by  its  old  appeal  to  ignorant  senti- 
ment but  by  undisguised  terrorism  and  the  certainty  of 
its  vengeances.  Probably  crime  was  never  better  or- 
ganized than  by  the  Camorra.  It  had  its  separate  de- 
partments for  burglary,  forgery,  blackmail,  and  murder. 
It  permeated  the  country.  Its  experts  in  iniquity  were 
always  ready  for  hire  by  any  one  with  a  grudge  or  a 
revenge,  or  by  any  one  whose  evil  powers  were  not 
equal  to  his  evil  will.  And  when  no  one  hired  the 
Camorrist  he  worked  for  his  own  benefit  and  for  that 
of  the  organization. 

That  the  people  at  large  should  have  tolerated  such 
a  combination  of  malefactors  whose  hands  were  against 
every  man's  and  who  spared  no  one,  rich  or  poor,  would 
be  possible  only  in  southern  Europe.  The  fact  is  to 
be  explained  first  of  all  by  a  constantly  renewed  ter- 
rorism, and  secondly  by  the  sentiment  and  tradition 
that,  with  illiterate  people,  are  so  much  stronger  than 
obvious  facts.  The  Camorra  was  originally  a  sort  of 
people's  league  such  as  flourished  in  France  before  the 
Revolution,  and  the  ignorant  popular  mind  still  asso- 
ciated it  with  a  sort  of  sanctity.  Robin  Hood  and  his 
merry  men  of  Sherwood  Forest  inspired  the  same  sort 
of  sentiment  in  England  eight  '•enturies  ago.  They 
robbed,  it  is  true,  but  they  robled  only  the  rich,  and 
they  avenged  the  wrongs  of  the  poor  who  suffered  at 
the  hands  of  a  decadent  knight. ood.  It  was  only  when 
the  Italian  government  showed,  that  it  intended  to  come 
to  a  final  grapple  with  the  Camorra  that  the  country 


people  of  the  Vesuvian  district  somewhat  reluctantly 
threw  their  weight  upon  the  side  of  the  law.  They  had 
supposed  that  the  Camorra  was  stronger  than  the  gov- 
ernment. They  discovered  that  the  government  was 
stronger   than  the  Camorra. 

The  trial  at  Viterbo  has  lasted  two  years,  and  al- 
though proceedings  have  seemed  sometimes  to  be  dila- 
tory and  although  Italian  methods  are  not  always  our 
own  methods,  it  must  be  admitted  that  the  end  has 
justified  the  means.  The  Camorra  leaders  have  been 
convicted  and  they  will  be  adequately  and  quickly  pun- 
ished. Alfani  is  among  their  number  and  so  is  Ibello, 
the  local  leader,  and  also  Vitozzi,  the  priest  who  planned 
crime  and  then  absolved  the  criminal.  If  the  Camorra 
is  not  actually  extirpated  it  has  received  a  heavy  blow, 
both  in  the  loss  of  its  leaders  and  in  the  weakening 
of  its  hold  upon  the  credulities  and  terrors  of  the  people. 


The  Chinese  Loan. 

The  news  that  China  has  refused  to  accept  the  loan  of 
$300,000,000  somewhat  coercively  offered  by  the  six 
powers  is  of  some  importance,  because  it  will  certainly 
be  followed  by  other  measures  tending  toward  the  par- 
tition of  the  country.  The  attitude  of  China  is  that 
generally  assumed  by  intelligent  people  who  have  a 
wholesome  fear  of  getting  into  the  hands  of  money- 
lenders. She  originally  asked  for  a  loan  of  $50,000,000 
and  offered  the  usual  securities  for  repayment.  The 
reply  of  the  powers  was  a  tender  of  six  times  that 
amount,  but  with  conditions  that  would  practically  di- 
vide the  sovereignty  of  the  country  among  them.  They 
demanded  that  the  money  should  be  spent  by  their  own 
financial  agents,  who  would  be  sent  to  China  with  full 
supervisor)-  powers,  and  that  China  should  undertake  to 
pledge  her  credit  in  no  other  way.  In  other  words, 
China  was  asked  to  admit  the  bailiffs — six  of  them, 
and  with  the  moral  certainty  that  they  would  never  go 
away  again. 

The  state  of  public  opinion  compels  the  refusal  of 
these  conditions.  Indeed  the  fact  that  they  were  im- 
posed has  already  aroused  a  dangerous  indignation 
throughout  the  country.  The  dominant  sentiment  in 
the  popular  mind  is  a  dread  of  foreign  aggression.  It 
was  this  dread  that  caused  the  overthrow  of  the  Man- 
chus,  and  it  was  in  the  hope  of  adequate  protection  that 
the  republic  was  established,  if  indeed  it  can  be  said 
to  be  established  at  all.  If  the  people  of  China  should 
become  convinced  that  they  are  still  ringed  round  by 
a  circleof  powers  determined  to  control  or  to  partition 
the  country  by  means  of  loans  or  otherwise  their  rage 
will  be  of  a  dangerous  kind. 

That  the  powers  have  already  begun  to  quarrel  over 
the  division  of  the  loan  is  a  sinister  feature.  It  was 
originally  decided  that  France,  England,  Germany,  and 
America  should  provide  the  cash,  Russia  and  Japan 
being  ingeniously  excluded  by  a  provision  that  money 
must  not  be  borrowed  for  the  purpose  of  lending  it 
again  to  China.  But  Russia  and  Japan  raised  a  clam- 
orous protest  against  this  arrangement  and  the  protest 
was  successful,  the  amount  being  raised  to  $300,000,000 
in  order  that  the  mortgage  might  be  substantial  enough 
to  justify  subsequent  proceedings  in  the  way  of  control 
and  foreclosure.  Take  it  all  together,  it  is  not  a  very 
pretty  picture.  It  is  a  piece  of  that  kind  of  interna- 
tional diplomacy,  sordid  and  conscienceless,  that  must 
invoke  disaster  sooner  or  later. 


been   entirely   forgotten   and   that   the   a  rewards 

accrue  not  even  to  the  inventor,  but  to  som;  her  party 
who  has  money  and  equipment  to  place  the  invention 
upon  the  market.  Indeed  the  public  interest  is  so  far 
negligible  that  the  law — which,  after  all,  is  the  voice 
of  the  public  itself — while  giving  its  protection  to  the 
owner  of  the  patent  gives  him  also  the  right  to  bury 
his  invention  if  he  wishes  to  do  so,  and  will  punish  any 
one  who  digs  it  up.  A  law  that  was  actually  in  the 
public  interest  would  certainly  not  cooperate  in  depriv- 
ing the  public  of  something  that  would  advantage  it. 
A  patent  law  that  is  mandatory  upon  the  public  but 
that  has  no  mandate  whatever  for  the  owner  of  the 
patent  is  certainly  not  in  the  general  interest.  A  law 
that  warns  the  public  that  it  must  not  make  a  certain 
thing  ought  to  impose  upon  the  patent  owner  an  equal 
obligation  that  he  shall  make  it.  That  patents  are  often 
bought  from  the  inventor  for  the  purpose  of  suppress- 
ing them  is  a  matter  of  common  knowledge,  but  a  law 
that  was  intended  "to  promote  the  progress  of  science 
and  useful  arts"  ought  not  to  come  to  the  aid  of  those 
whose  object  is  to  deprive  the  public  of  what  it  needs. 

Mr.  Humphrey's  proposal  is  at  least  simple  and  cer- 
tainly it  seems  to  be  practical.  Assuming  that  the  in- 
ventor ought  to  be  compensated  and  that  the  public 
ought  to  be  benefited,  he  suggests  that  every  patented 
discovery  be  made  public  and  that  every  one  be  at 
liberty  to  make  and  use  it  with  the  single  obligation 
that  they  pay  to  the  inventor  a  legally  determined  roy- 
alty during  the  usual  life  of  the  patent. 

Doubtless  the  question  has  its  difficulties,  and  Mr. 
Humphrey's  suggestion  may  be  no  more  than  a  basis 
for  discussion.  But  something  ought  to  be  done  in  the 
matter.  Our  patent  laws  have  come  to  us  from  days 
when  it  was  to  the  interest  of  no  one  to  misuse  them 
and  when  it  was  comparatively  easy  for  an  inventor 
to  offer  his  wares  to  the  public.  But  times  have 
changed.  The  patent  owner  is  now  rarely  the  inventor. 
So  far  from  being  a  connecting  link  with  the  public  it 
is  often  to  the  interest  of  the  patent  owner  that  the 
public  shall  never  hear  of  the  invention.  Why  should 
the  law  protect  him  in  such  a  work?  Why,  indeed, 
should  it  be  capable  of  any  application  to  the  positive 
detriment  of  the  community? 


Patents  and  the  Public. 

It  has  been  evident  for  some  time  past  that  a  revision 
of  the  patent  laws  is  one  of  the  tasks  to  which  domestic 
statesmanship  must  presently  address  itself.  Intended 
originally  to  benefit  the  public  by  protecting  the  in- 
ventor, they  have  largely  failed  to  do  either  the  one  or 
the  other.  The  patent  laws  take  the  form  of  a  noti- 
fication to  the  public  of  what  it  must  or  must  not  do, 
while  the  inventor  himself  usually  sells  his  rights  to  a 
promoter  for  a  small  fraction  of  their  ultimate  market 
value.  The  decision  of  the  Supreme  Court  in  the 
Mimeograph  case  is  an  example  of  the  coercive  nature 
of  the  law  so  far  as  the  public  is  concerned.  It  was 
held  by  the  court  that  the  patentee  had  not  only  ex- 
clusive rights  over  the  appliance  itself,  but  that  he 
might  also  control  the  supply  of  all  the  materials  used 
in  its  operation.  And  yet  the  object  of  the  patent 
system  is  "to  promote  the  progress  of  science  and  use- 
ful arts."  In  other  words,  it  is  for  the  benefit  of  the 
public  through  the  aid  and  encouragement  given  to  the 
inventor. 

Mr.  Seth  K.  Humphrey  gives  a  lucid  presentation  of 
the  whole  matter  in  the  current  issue  of  the  Atlantic 
Monthly.     He  complains  that   the   public   interest   has 


Editorial  Notes. 
A  committee  of  the  Senate,  after  hearing  all  the  testi- 
mony in  the  case,  reported  that  it  could  not  find  that  Mr. 
Lorimer  of  Illinois  had  been  elected  to  the  Senate  by 
corrupt  means.  The  Senate  itself,  reviewing  this  report, 
has  voted  55  to  28  to  oust  Mr.  Lorimer.  Upon  the  theory 
that  a  majority  vote  is  the  voice  of  God,  the  final  ver- 
dict must  be  accepted  as  sound  and  just.  Yet  it  is 
impossible  to  suppress  the  suggestion  that  if  the  Senate 
had  considered  the  matter  at  another  time — at  a  time 
when  political  motives  were  not  paramount  and  when 
there  was  not  something  to  be  gained  by  an  ostenta- 
tious show  of  virtue — the  result  might  have  been  dif- 
ferent. We  can  but  feel  that,  in  imitation  of  a  familiar 
incident  of  another  age  and  under  another  civilization, 
Mr.  Lorimer  has  been  thrown  to  the  lions.  This  is  not 
saying  that  Mr.  Lorimer's  election  was  what  it  should 
have  been.  Rather  it  is  implying  that  his  election  was 
not  essentially  different  from  that  of  many  another  sen- 
ator— some,  possibly,  of  those  whose  votes  helped  to 
make  up  the  majority.  In  reading  the  story  of  the  dra- 
matic scene  in  the  Senate  on  Saturday  it  is  impossible 
not  to  reflect  that  the  easy  thing  was  to  vote  "aye"  and 
that  it  took  courage  to  vote  "no."  Perhaps  the  ayes 
were  right  and  the  noes  wrong,  nevertheless  there  was, 
possibly,  from  the  standpoint  of  the  man  voting  a  moral 
quality  in  the  one  vote  that  may  have  been  lacking  in 
the  other.  In  any  possible  view  the  incident  in  its  es- 
sential character  was  pitiful.  It  is  not  difficult  to 
comprehend  the  conflict  of  emotions  under  which  cer- 
tain members  of  the  Senate  who  had  just  cast  their 
votes  against  Lorimer  hastened  to  give  him  words  of 
individual  kindly  feeling.  One  exultant  voice  has 
risen  above  the  common  sympathy.  "It  is  my  vic- 
tory," shouts  Colonel  Roosevelt  from  Oyster  Bay. 
Which  somehow  recalls  a  photograph  we  have  seen 
of  this  same  valiant  Colonel,  instrument  of  slaughter 
in  hand,  with  his  foot  on  the  bleeding  carcass  of  a 
mother  "rhino"  while  her  orphan  "baby"  bleats  its 
amazement  and  horror  in  the  middle  distance.  A  taste 
for  blood  would  seem  to  be  the  basic  passion  in  both 
instances.  At  the  same  time  there  would  seem  no  ade- 
quate reason  why  the  Colonel  should  claim  as  "my  vic- 
tory" a  result  which  he  had  no  part  in  bringing  about. 
The  propensity  to  boast,  like  the  taste  for  blood,  ap- 
pears to  be  a  matter  of  habit. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Germany  is  the  latest  of  the  European  nations  to  deplore  a 
waning  birthrate.  The  full  census  returns  are  not  yet  com- 
pleted, but  in  Prussia  and  Bavaria  the  figures  are  unsatisfac- 
tory. And  at  last  we  have  an  authoritative  voice  to  ask  why 
Europe  should  regard  depopulation  as  an  evil.  Octave  Mir- 
beau,  speaking  in  the  French  Senate,  disputed  the  claim  with 
energy  and  fervor.  If  the  people  were  only  logical,  he  said, 
they  would  hasten  the  process  of  depopulation  instead  of 
retarding  it.  Why,  he  asked,  should  there  be  so  much  twaddle 
about  a  decreasing  birth  rate?  What  is  that  you  fear?  Do 
you  dread  the  day  when  there  will  no  longer  be  enough  men 
to  send  to  their  death  in  the  Soudan,  in  China,  and  in  Mada- 
gascar? You  dream  of  population  only  that  you  may  have  a 
violent  depopulation  later  on.  But  no,  thank  you.  If  we 
are  to  be  born  only  that  we  must  die  on  the  battlefield,  under 
the  rigors  of  military  discipline,  in  camps  and  barracks,  we 
prefer  not  to  be  born  at  all.  Octave  Mirbeau  naturally  made 
a  sensation  by  his  speech,  but  it  was  a  speech  that  found  an 
echo  in  many  minds.  The  outcry  against  a  waning  birth 
rate  comes  always  from  one  source.  It  owes  none  of  its 
inspiration  to  a  broad-visioned  patriotism.  It  is  a  cry  of 
distress  from  the  army,  of  apprehension  lest  the  supply  of 
flesh  for  the  cannon  shall  fall  short. 


The  Journal  Medical  de  Bruxelles  prints  an  interesting  ac- 
count by  Dr.  Max  Billard  of  the  exhumation  of  the  body  of 
Napoleon  in  1840.  Dr.  Billard  says  that  the  remains  were 
in  a  state  of  almost  perfect  preservation.  The  head  of  the 
body  rested  upon  a  pillow,  the  thin  lips  were  slightly  parted, 
and  under  the  upper  one  could  be  seen  three  extremely  white 
teeth.  At  that  time  the  body  was  in  four  coffins,  one  of  lead, 
two  of  mahogany,  and  one  of  tin  plate.  It  is  now  in  five 
coffins,  two  of  lead,  one  of  tin,  one  of  mahogany,  and  one  of 
ebony.  It  was  once  the  custom  to  expose  the  face  of  the 
conqueror  on  the  anniversary  of  his  birth,  but  the  practice 
was  discontinued.  Jean  Richepin,  the  poet,  was  among  those 
who  saw  it,  and  in  a  recent  lecture  he  says  that  the  governor 
of  the  Invalides  took  him  and  his  father  into  the  crypt.  His 
father  took  him  in  his  arms,  raised  him,  and  he  saw  the 
emperor.  ''I  was  eleven  years  old.  What  is  seen  at  that 
age  makes  a  deep  impression  and  nothing  can  remove  from 
my  brain  that  extraordinary  image — the  eyes  closed,  the 
beard  slightly  grown,  the  face  of  the  whiteness  of  marble,  on 
which  spread  some  yellow  spots  which  seemed  a  bronze. 
When  there  mingle  in  my  memory  that  face  of  wax  which  I 
have  seen  and  those  eyes  which  I  have  seen  I  see  the  emperor 
truly  as  if  I  had  known  him." 


An  unusual  number  of  superstitions  seem  to  centre  around 
the  Vatican  and  to  be  able,  moreover,  to  command  the  credence 
of  high  church  officials.  At  the  present  time  there  is  much 
interest  in  the  predictions  that  have  been  made  as  to  the  life 
of  the  present  pontiff.  This  may  be  due  to  the  recent  reports 
of  the  Pope's  illness,  but  none  the  less  they  are  freely  dis- 
cussed. Thus  we  are  reminded  of  the  prophecy  made  by  Don 
Bosco,  who  founded  the  Salesian  order,  to  the  effect  that  in 
the  years  1910-12  there  would  be  a  war  between  Italy  and  Tur- 
key and  that  "four  hundred  days  after  the  month  of  the  two 
full  moons"  the  Pope  would  be  made  a  prisoner  and  taken 
away.  There  were  two  full  moons  last  May,  and  so  we  shall 
not  have  to  wait  long  before  striking  this  particular  prediction 
from  the  list  of  our  credulities.  Mystical  calculators  are  also 
laying  much  emphasis  on  the  part  played  by  the  number  nine 
in  the  life  of  the  Pope.  He  was  nine  years  a  parish  priest, 
nine  years  a  canon,  and  so  it  is  assumed  that  he  will  be  nine 
years"  a  Pope,  which  is  likely  enough,  since  the  nine-year  term 
will  come  to  an  end  on  August  4.  Curiously  enough,  the  Pope 
himself  is  said  to  be  much  interested  in  these  predictions, 
and  this  may  be  due  to  the  many  prophecies  of  his  elevation 
to  the  papacy  that  were  made  long  before  such  an  event  be- 
came probable.  But  it  can  hardly  be  said  that  we  have  out- 
lived the  age  of  superstition  while  high  dignitaries  of  the 
church  are  more  or  less  openly  engaged,  or  at  least  openly 
interested,  in  this  sort  of  occult  arithmetic  and  in  the  predic- 
tions of  ancient  soothsayers. 


It  is  not  greatly  to  our  credit  that  the  first  proposal  for 
a  memorial  to  Wilbur  Wright  should  originate  in  England. 
But  so  it  is.  It  is  suggested  that  a  prize  bearing  his  name  be 
given  annually  for  the  best  lecture  on  aeronautics.  But  surely 
something  of  the  kind  ought  to  be  done  in  America.  It 
might  help  to  disprove  a  prevalent  idea  that  distinction  is 
looked  upon  askance  in  this  country  as  something  tending  to 
show  that  all  men  are  not  created  equal. 


Mr.  Otto  Heller  in  his  recent  work  on  Ibsen  attempts  to 
arrange  some  of  the  poet's  antipathies  in  the  order  of  their 
strength.  The  lowest  pit  of  Ibsen's  inferno  is  reserved  for 
politicians  and  journalists.  Scientists,  he  says,  should  not 
be  allowed  to  torture  animals  to  death  while  politicians  and 
journalists  are  so  plentiful  and  cheap.  A  slightly  higher  posi- 
tion is  occupied  by  the  clergy,  and  nearly  all  Ibsen's  clergy- 
men "are  spokesmen  of  a  narrow-minded,  inflexible  morality." 
The  lawyers  take  place  just  above  the  clergy.  The  law  breeds 
casuists  and  sophists  and  "the  whole  tribe  are  branded  as 
anti-idealists."  .      

China  is  certainly  determined  to  take  time  by  the  fore- 
lock and  to  be  ready  for  all  possible  contingencies.  Just  at 
present  her  statesmen  are  considering  the  best  method  of 
disposing  of  ex-presidents,  although  the  critics  of  the  new 
republic  seem  to  doubt  if  the  supply  will  be  a  large  one.  A 
knowledge  of  Chinese  precedents  might  suggest  various  ex- 
pedients. Superfluous  Chinese  statesmen  have  been  decapi- 
tated before  now,  or  courteously  invited  to  commit  suicide, 
but  these  methods,  admirable  and  effective  as  they  may  be, 
are  hardly  consonant  with  the  ideals  of  the  new  civilization. 
Judge  Lee-Fong  Ahlo,  who   is  preparing  suggestions   for  the 


new  system  of  administration,  has  embodied  in  them  a  recom- 
mendation that  ex-presidents  be  admitted  to  the  Council  of 
Provinces,  which  will  be  a  sort  of  Senate  in  the  new  govern- 
ment. Judge  Ahlo  is  directing  his  efforts  to  the  elaboration 
of  a  political  system  which  shall  include  all  the  virtues  and 
exclude  all  the  vices  of  the  American,  but  it  is  to  be  feared 
that  an  ex-president  in  the  Council  of  Provinces  might  still 
find  the  opportunities  for  mischief.  Perhaps  decapitation 
would  be  the  better  way.  At  least  it  would  be  some  guaranty 
against  what  has  been  called  the  presidential  bee. 


The  Australian  government  is  about  to  introduce  a  bill 
granting  $25  as  a  maternity  allowance  on  the  registration  of 
every  birth  throughout  the  commonwealth,  and  it  is  easy 
to  believe  that  the  suggestion  has  been  received  with  accla- 
mation by  the  laboring  classes.  The  opposition  supports  the 
proposal,  but  in  a  modified  form,  asking  that  the  grant  shall 
apply  only  to  needy  cases.  In  any  event  Australia  will  prob- 
ably live  to  rue  the  day.  The  restriction  of  the  grant  to 
needy  cases  means  the  creation  of  a  pauper  caste,  and  if  there 
is  no  restriction  the  cost  will  be  enormous  and  it  will  be 
defrayed  by  its  supposed  beneficiaries.  Australia  seems  to 
be  well  started  on  the  Rake's  Progress. 


Italy  seems  to  be  doing  her  best  to  keep  up  with  the  wave 
of  democracy.  Hitherto  illiterates  have  not  been  allowed  to 
vote,  but  the  Chamber  of  Deputies  has  just  passed  a  bill 
bestowing  the  franchise  upon  all  illiterates  over  thirty  years 
of  age.  It  seems  unreasonable  that  idiots,  criminals,  infants, 
and  animals  should  be  debarred  from  the  sacred  work  of 
self-government,  but  probably  they,  too,  will  soon  be  em- 
powered to  participate  in  the  government  of  the  country. 
But  why  should  the  vote  be  given  to  an  illiterate  because  he 
is  over  thirty  years  of  age?  Such  an  one  is  evidently  con- 
firmed in  his  ignorance  and  beyond  the  hope  of  salvation. 
There  is  some  hope  for  youthful  illiteracy,  but  none  at  all 
for  the  illiterate  who  is  confirmed  and  satisfied.  It  seems 
strange  that  a  man  whose  mental  darkness  would  almost  ex- 
clude him  from  intelligent  human  companionship  should  yet 
be  specially  empowered  by  the  legislature  to  participate  in  the 
delicate  functions  of  government.  But  the  ways  of  democ- 
racy are  past  finding  out. 


The  Spanish  Academy  has  refused  to  open  its  doors  to 
the  Countess  Paido-Bazan  on  account  of  her  sex  and  in  spite 
of  the  fact  of  her  eminence  as  an  author.  A  few  years  ago 
France  was  in  a  turmoil  over  a  somewhat  similar  disability 
inflicted  upon  Mme.  Curie,  and  perhaps  it  would  be  well  for 
these  dignified  institutions  to  see  to  it  lest  the  weight  of  in- 
telligence be  found  outside  their  doors  rather  than  inside. 
We  are  reminded  that  Spanish  conservatism  seems  to  have 
increased  rather  than  waned  with  the  lapse  of  time.  In  17S5 
a  woman  was  admitted  to  the  University  of  Alcala  and  by  a 
special  decree  of  Charles  II.  The  favored  one  was  Maria 
Isidra  de  Guzman  y  La  Ceida,  and  she  was  duly  invested 
with  the  doctor's  degree.  The  lady  was  then  seventeen  years 
of  age  and  she  passed  brilliantly  in  "languages,  philosophy, 
metaphysics,  ethics,  theology,  geography,  physics,  and  astron- 
omy," and  she  also  wrote  a  thesis  maintaining  "the  aptitude 
of  the  educated  woman  for  teaching  subjects  sacred  and  pro- 
fane in  the  universities."  But  there  is  no  record  that  Maria 
ever  made  much  use  of  her  prodigious  erudition.  It  often 
happens  that  way.  The  world  receives  least  where  it  ex- 
pects most.  

On  the  other  hand,  India,  supposed  to  be  intensely  con- 
servative so  far  as  the  status  of  women  is  concerned,  seems 
to  have  no  objection  to  women  rulers.  The  appearance  of  an 
antobiography  from  the  pen  of  the  Nawab  Sultan  Jehan 
Begam,  ruler  of  Bhopal,  reminds  us  that  the  Nawab  is  the 
third  woman  ruler  to  sit  in  succession  upon  the  throne. 
Moreover,  we  are  asked  to  believe  that  the  peaceful  pros- 
perity of  the  state  began  only  with  the  reign  of  Nawab 
Sikander  Begam,  the  grandmother  of  the  present  ruler,  and 
that  while  the  state  was  constantly  at  war  before  that  aus- 
picious event  it  has  been  tranquil  ever  since.  In  view  of 
such  facts  as  these  it  can  hardly  be  maintained  that  women 
have  been  wholly  excluded  from  the  government  of  the  world. 
Indeed  we  may  wonder  if  sometimes  they  have  not  had  some- 
what more  than  their  share.  It  is  only  a  few  years  ago  that  the 
vast  majority  of  the  human  race  were  under  the  sway  of  two 
women,  since  Queen  Victoria  and  the  Empress  of  China  were 
contemporaries  for  nearly  half  a  century.  The  Empress  of 
China  was  the  despotic  ruler  of  unnumbered  millions  of 
Chinamen,  while  Queen  Victoria's  power  was  equally  abso- 
lute over  the  vast  masses  of  India  and  other  parts  of  the 
Asiatic  world.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


British  gold  built  the  Smithsonian  Institution  at 
Washington.  James  Smithson,  a  disappointed  and  dis- 
heartened nobleman,  the  natural  son  of  the  Duke  of 
Northumberland,  made  his  will  in  1826,  and  in  it  he 
bequeathed  all  his  property  to  his  nephew,  Henry  James 
Hungerford,  providing  that  it  should  go  to  his  chil- 
dren, whether  legitimate  or  illegitimate,  but  containing 
a  further  clause  in.  which  it  was  stated  that  if  he  died 
without  issue,  or  if  his  children  died  under  the  age  of 
twenty-one  or  intestate,  then  the  whole  of  his  property, 
subject  to  a  small  annuity  to  a  faithful  servant,  should 
go  to  the  United  States  "to  found  at  Washington,  under 
the  name  of  the  Smithsonian  Institution,  an  establish- 
ment for  the  increase  and  diffusion  of  knowledge  among 
men."  Smithson  died  in  1S29,  and  his  nephew  died  six 
years  later  at  Pisa,  leaving  no  heirs.  President  Jack- 
son declared  he  had  no  authority  to  receive  the 
money  and  referred  the  matter  to  Congress.  The 
necessary  authorization  was  recommended  by  both  the 
Senate  and  House  committees,  but  was  not  passed  by 
the  two  houses  until  after  a  bitter  debate. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


A  Party  of  Emotions. 
The  new  party  would  start  off  with  scarcely  a  distinctive 
principle.  It  would  embody  simply  emotions — pique,  anger, 
revenge.  It  would  be  a  purely  personal  party — Roosevelt  as 
the  sole  platform  and  the  perpetual  candidate — and  would  be 
personally  conducted  by  Munsey  and  Perkins. — New  York 
Evening  Post.  

"Is  Such  Happiness  To  Be?" 
It  is  the  voice,  too  rare,  alas  !  of  late,  of  the  Hon.  Herod 
Heney  of  California:  "I  have  begun  to  favor  for  second  place 
on  our  ticket  a  strong  Republican  who  is  known  to  be  progres- 
sive." Judging  from  his  language  at  Chicago  the  Hon.  Herod 
Heney  is  the  strongest  T.  R.  man  except  the  original,  but  Mr. 
Heney  was  a  Democrat  before  his  conversion,  and  besides, 
if  Heney  should  get  a  nomination  Hiram  Johnson  would 
mourn  in  doleful  dumps.  How  would  the  Hon.  Jonathan 
Bourne,  Jr.,  of  Oregon  do?  Our  personal  preference,  were 
we  entitled  to  one,  would  be  our  tempestuous  friend  and 
tyrannicide  the  Hon.  Moses  Edwin  Clapp  of  Minnesota. 
Moose  and  Moses,  Claptrap  and  Clapp,  the  Bull  Moose  and 
the  Gopher ;  a  hundred  glorious  cries  tremble  in  the  air, 
but  is  such  happiness  to  be  ? — New  York  Sun. 


Wilson  and  Bryan. 
Wilson  is  the  presidential  nominee,  but  Bryan  is  installed 
more  firmly  than  ever  as  the  power  behind  the  throne  in 
the  Democratic  party.  It  is  a  strange  example  of  the  mix-ups 
of  politics  that  a  candidate  owing  practically  everything  to  the 
Peerless  Leader  of  1396,  1900,  and  1908  should  have  the  en- 
thusiastic support  of  Eastern  Democratic  newspapers  like  the 
New  York  Times,  the  Evening  Post,  and  the  New  York  World, 
which  have  never  before  been  able  to  reconcile  themselves  at 
any  point  to  Mr.  Bryan's  political  leadership.  In  making  his 
campaign  as  an  apostle  of  Bryanism  Governor  Wilson  will  be 
handicapped  not  a  little  by  the  suddenness  with  which  he 
saw  what  he  now  regards  as  the  light  after  long  service  in 
the  cause  of  what  he  now  regards  as  reaction.  The  elapsed 
time  between  his  expression  of  gratification  that  Bryan  had 
been  "knocked  into  a  cocked  hat"  and  his  discovery  that  the 
Nebraskan  was  "the  one  fixed  point"  in  the  Democracy  was 
suspiciously   brief. — New    York    Tribune. 


The  Lone  Bull  Moose 

We  invite  the  attention  of  our  countrymen  to  Colonel 
Theodore  Roosevelt  of  Oyster  Bay,  Long  Island.  He  needs 
their  attention  not  so  much  as  their  sympathy.  He  doesn't 
ask  it,  he  would  resent  it,  but  it  should  be  his.  Merciless  dis- 
asters one  after  another  beset  and  pursue  him.  Chicago  made 
him  the  Bull  Moose  candidate.  Baltimore  unmakes  him. 
One  by  one  his  strong  men  left  him — Hadley,  Deneen,  Aldrich, 
Aldridge,  Stubbs,  the  Thane  of  Westchester,  and  finally, 
Ormsby  McHarg.  When  McHarg  quits  the  cause  must  be 
in  a  pretty  bad  way.  Nothing  but  certain  bankruptcy  could 
stale  the  infinite  variety  of  his  service  and  devotion. — New 
York   Times.  

La  Follette's  Questions. 
Mr.  La  Follette  continues  curious  on  the  subject  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  campaign  fund.  Who  are  putting  up?  What 
amounts?  With  what  object  or  objects  in  view?  Interest  is 
widespread.  The  Badger  statesman  voices  what  is  in  many 
minds. — Washington    Star. 


A  Substitute. 
How  much  simpler,  franker,  and  more  convincing  than  that 
call  to  convention  issued  on  behalf  of  Colonel  Roosevelt  and 
signed  by  certain  of  his  most  faithful  political  body  servants 
would  have  been  some  such  declaration  of  faith  as  the  follow- 
ing :  "To  all  the  people  of  the  United  States  who  know  that  the 
present  form  of  government  is  a  failure,  the  existing  Repub- 
lican institutions  a  fraud,  the  American  public  men  of  today 
criminals  or  incompetents,  and  who  recognize  that  hereafter 
liberty  will  perish,  injustice  rule  and  the  republic  sink  into 
deserved  oblivion  unless  Theodore  Roosevelt  is  reelected 
President  of  the  United  States  and  all  powers,  administrative, 
judicial,  and  legislative,  placed  in  his  hands,  this  call  is 
issued."  It  is  true  that  this  is  what  the  document  issued  by 
the  manufacturers  of  the  third  party  means,  but  why  not  say 
it? — New  York  Sun.  

Roosevelt,  the  Unselfish  and  Unambitious ! 
Not  less  remarkable  than  the  spontaneity  of  the  movement 
that  now  sweeps  the  nation  in  behalf  of  Roosevelt's  candidacy 
is  the  unselfishness  of  the  motives  that  have  inspired  Roose- 
velt to  become  a  candidate.  He  has  been  moved  singly  by 
a  wish  to  serve  the  welfare  of  a  people  for  whose  good  we 
doubt  not  he  would  cheerfully  give  his  life.  It  is  his  for- 
tune now  to  occupy  a  position  that  frees  his  candidacy  from 
every  just  imputation  of  self-interest  or  personal  ambition. 
.  .  .  He  has  given  absolute  proof  that  in  seeking  the  presi- 
dency he  is  not  moved  by  considerations  of  personal  ambition. 
— Los  Angeles  Tribune   (Roosevelt  organ). 


Bryan's  Back  Fire. 
Undoubtedly  the  facts  are  that  Colonel  Bryan  started  a 
fire  to  destroy  Champ  Clark  and  thus  pave  the  way  for  his 
own  nomination,  but  that  he  lost  control  of  it.  It  destroyed 
his  rival,  Mr.  Clark.  It  singed  his  enemy,  "Charley"  Murphy, 
but  it  also  accomplished  the  election  of  his  rival,  Governor 
Wilson.  Under  these  circumstances  it  is  hardly  surprising 
that  Mr.  Bryan  is  receiving  congratulations  with  a  somewhat 
quizzical    expression. — Baltimore    Correspondence. 


Wilson's  Radicalism. 
President  Taft  has  accurately  defined  the  issue  between 
the  Republican  and  Democratic  parties  in  this  campaign  as 
one  between  moderate  progressivism  and  unadulterated  radi- 
calism. Although  the  Democratic  organization  has  changed 
candidates  since  1908,  its  temper,  purposes,  and  programme 
are  just  as  radical  today  as  they  were  four  years  -4go.  Mr. 
Bryan  was  the  nominee  in  the  last  presidential  election  and 
wrote  his  semi-Populistic  ideas  into  the  Denver  platform.  He 
was  allowed  to  compose  the  platform  at  Baltimore  this  year, 
and  his  dominating  influence  in  the  convention  gave  the  nomi- 
nation to  Governor  Wilson.  Mr.  Wilson's -radicalism  is  dis- 
puted by  a  few  Eastern  conservatives,  who  are  trying  to  find 
some  plausible  excuse  for  supporting  him.  But  the  governor's 
own  declarations  make  such  self-deception  difficult.  Plow  is  it 
possible  to  describe  as  a  moderate  a  man  who  said  only  a 
few  months  ago  that  Mr.  Bryan  was  "the  one  fixed  point"  in 
Democracy? — Nezv  York  Times. 


The  "pili"  nut  tree  grows    . 
Island  of  Luzon,  and  nowhere 
It  is  a  large  tree,  and  its  seec 
narily  rich  in  flavor.     All  th( 
pines  think  it  the  finest  nut  g; 
roasted,  if  a  lighted  match  be  to;.. 
it  will  burn  like  a  lamp,  so  rich 


July  20,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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L' AFFAIRE  JEAN  JACQUES. 


How  Paris  Celebrated  Rousseau's  Bicentenary. 


Even  a  funeral  can  be  made  spectacular  in  Paris. 
From  the  time  of  the  Revolution  to  recent  days  the  ob- 
sequies of  a  hero  of  the  crowd  has  been  excuse  enough 
for  a  gorgeous  procession,  orations  at  the  grave,  and 
a  climax  of  dancing  and  fireworks.  That  is  the 
Parisian  manner;  every  event  which  affords  oppor- 
tunity for  posing  is  pressed  into  the  good  service ;  even 
though,  as  in  the  case  of  Murger,  the  orators  may 
wrangle  over  the  open  grave  and  threaten  to  throw  each 
other  "into  the  hole"  in  their  rivalry  as  to  who  should 
speak  first.  Much  more,  then,  may  a  bicentenary  be 
relied  upon  to  afford  a  sensation  for  this  volatile  city. 
And  especially  when  it  is  the  second  hundredth  anni- 
versary of  the  birth  of  such  a  "saint  of  the  Revolution" 
as  Jean  Jacques  Rousseau. 

Thanks  to  the  Chamber  and  the  Senate  the  sensa- 
tion has  been  more  than  a  nine  days'  wonder.  To  be 
exact,  it  has  lasted  three  weeks.  For  it  is  twenty-one 
days  since  Maurice  Barres  started  the  ball  rolling  in 
the  lower  house.  The  occasion  was  the  introduction 
of  a  vote  of  supply  on  behalf  of  the  cabinet  authoriz- 
ing the  grant  of  six  thousand  dollars  for  the  fetes  to  be 
held  at  the  Pantheon  and  the  Sorbonne  in  honor  of  Jean 
Jacques's  two  hundredth  anniversary.  Now,  M.  Barres 
has  traveled  far  since  those  salad  days  when  he  was 
the  champion  of  the  ego  and  divided  the  world  into 
moi  and  the  barbarians.  He  is  still  an  individualist, 
but  he  has  become  tainted  with  the  opinions  of  the 
"duke's  party,"  and  can  always  be  counted  upon  to  say 
a  word  for  royalism  in  due  season.  To  miss  such  an 
opportunity,  then,  as  the  vote  for  Jean  Jacques  would 
have  been  unthinkable.  So  he  distinguished  between 
the  things  that  differ  to  the  extent  of  extolling  the  artist 
of  the  "Confessions"  and  the  "Nouvelle  Heloise"  and 
condemning  the  author  of  the  "Contrat  Social"  and 
"Emile."  And  for  once  M.  Barres  could  be  under- 
stood by  the  man  in  the  street.  At  a  time,  he  said, 
when  anarchists  were  being  shot  down  like  dogs  it 
was  inconsistent  to  magnify  the  father  of  anarchist 
theories.  And  he  taunted  his  fellow-members  to  the 
extent  of  declaring  that  many  of  them  agreed  with  him, 
but  were  afraid  to  refuse  to  celebrate  the  memory  of  a 
"saint  of  the  Revolution." 

That  tirade  brought  M.  Viviani  to  his  feet.  But  he 
was  literary  rather  than  socialistic.  Few  great  names 
in  letters,  he  declared,  could  survive  a  dissection  so 
cruel  as  that  which  M.  Barres  had  performed  on  Rous- 
seau. But  the  most  effective  orator  of  the  day  was 
M.  Guist'hau,  the  minister  of  education,  who  bantered 
M.  Barres  on  his  early  record  as  the  prophet  of  the 
cult  of  the  ego.  "Surely  Jean  Jacques,  in  his  'Con- 
fessions,' worshiped  his  ego.  Your  greatness,  M. 
Barres,  has  been  to  have  practiced  the  same  manner  and 
to  have  introduced  into  the  cult  of  the  ego  such  ad- 
mirably refined  subtlety  that,  comparing  you  with  Jean 
Jacques,  one  calls  him  almost  a  primitive  by  your  side. 
I  re-read  you  and  Jean  Jacques  last  Sunday,  and  took 
notes,  which  got  mixed  up.  In  sorting  them  out  I  often, 
upon  my  word,  asked  myself  whether  such  and  such  a 
quotation  was  from  Rousseau  or  from  you,  M.  Barres." 
The  author  of  the  trilogie  du  moi  preened  himself  over 
this  excellent  advertisement,  but  that  flattery  did  not 
prevent  him  from  voting  with  the  minority  of  a  hun- 
dred and  twelve  who  protested  against  the  supineness 
of  the  four  hundred  and  twenty-seven  in  granting  six 
thousand  dollars  for  l'affaire  Jean  Jacques. 

Two  weeks  later  came  the  turn  of  the  Senate.  The 
proceedings  were  a  replica  of  those  in  the  other  house. 
That  is,  a  royalist  champion,  M.  de  Las-Cases,  de- 
nounced the  vote  of  supply  because  it  would  honor  a 
man  who  set  up  the  despotism  of  the  mass  and  was  the 
father  of  Jacobism,  while  M.  Lintilhac  and  M 
Guist'hau  repeated  the  arguments  which  had  been 
effective  in  the  Chamber  and  denied  that  the  new  monu- 
ment in  the  Pantheon  was  intended  to  glorify  a  man 
who  had  abandoned  his  children.  Forty-five  members 
of  the  Senate  voted  with  M.  de  Las-Cases,  but  over 
two  hundred  went  into  the  other  lobby. 

Those  votes  represent  the  extent  of  the  division  of 
Parisian  opinion.  And  it  has  been  as  uncompromising 
in  the  cafes  as  in  the  Chamber  and  Senate.  The  first 
debate  started  the  affaire  Jean  Jacques,  and  from  that 
time  onward  it  was  impossible  to  sit  on  the  fence.  No 
half  measures  were  allowed;  you  were  not  permitted 
to  distinguish  between  the  slave  of  the  commonplace 
Therese  and  the  lover  of  the  fine  ladies  of  the  salon, 
between  the  man  who  abandoned  his  offspring  on  the 
doorstei  of  the  foundling  hospital  and  the  author  who 
praised  family  life  and  exhorted  mothers  to  nurse  their 
children.  Indeed,  it  became  so  serious  a  matter  that 
the  committee  in  charge  of  the  celebration  issued  this 
amazing  notice :  "Many  persons  having  expressed  the 
wish  to  adhere,  but  fearing  for  various  reasons  lest 
their  names  should  be  published  in  any  subscription  list 
in  honor  of  J.  J.  Rousseau,  we  inform  the  public  that 
the  committee  also  delivers  anonymous  cards  of  ad- 
hesion, bearing  merely  a  number." 

Meantime  workmen  were  busy  in  the  Pantheon,  that 
churchlike  temple  which  has  seen  so  many  proofs  of 
the  fickle  nature  of  Parisian  opinion,  'i  hither,  it  will 
he  remembered,  the  body  of  Jean  Jacques  was  trans- 
ported during  the  wild  days  of  the  Revolution,  and 
there  a  new  monument  to  his  memory  was  to  be  dedi- 
cated on  the  bicentenary  of  his  birth.     The  commission 


Lachaise,  and  he  had  designed  an  effective  group  of 
statuary  of  three  female  figures  symbolical  of  Philos- 
ophy, Truth,  and  Nature  seated  in  a  classic  niche, 
while  on  either  side  were  other  figures  representing 
Music  and  Fame. 

Between  the  debates  and  votes  in  the  two  houses  of 
parliament  there  happened  an  event  which  would  prob- 
ably have  given  more  pleasure  to  the  author  of  the 
"Confessions"  than  any  other  incident  of  his  centenary. 
The  Hermitage  d'Ermenonville,  where  he  passed  his 
last  days,  had  for  its  last  owner  the  millionairess  art 
collector,  Mme.  Andre,  the  artist  who  by  painting  the 
portrait  of  the  rich  banker  and  petroleum  magnate 
Andre  made  so  profitable  a  love  match  and  inherited  so 
huge  a  fortune.  Under  her  will  the  Ermenonville  es- 
tate has  been  left  to  the  French  Institute,  and  thither 
a  band  of  pilgrims  repaired  two  Sundays  ago  to  in- 
augurate a  new  monument  to  the  famous  hermit. 

And  now  the  final  celebrations  have  become  a  matter 
of  history.  On  Friday  night  there  was  a  literary  and 
artistic  gala  at  the  Sorbonne,  presided  over  by  Jean 
Richepin ;  on  Saturday  night  there  was  a  special  per- 
formance at  the  Trocadero;  and  on  Sunday  morning 
the  president  of  the  republic  went  in  state  to  the  dedi- 
cation of  the  new  monument  in  the  Pantheon.  Two  of 
those  functions  illustrated  how  sharply  Paris  is  divided 
into  pro  and  anti-Rousseauists.  Some  fifty  royalist  stu- 
dents had  distributed  themselves  in  twos  and  threes 
among  M.  Richepin's  audience,  and  began  shouting 
"Vive  le  Roi !"  and  "Conspuez  Rousseau !"  and  flour- 
ishing canes  and  fists  as  soon  as  the  proceedings  began. 
The  audience  at  the  Trocadero  was  more  fortunate; 
the  several  short  pieces  dealing  with  Rousseau's  life 
and  his  "Village  Soothsayer"  and  "Pygmalion"  were 
performed  not  only  without  disturbance,  but  to  the 
accompaniment  of  enthusiastic  applause.  For  that 
evening  the  disturbers  of  the  Latin  Quarter  contented 
themselves  with  noisy  demonstrations  in  their  own 
streets  and  cafes. 

But  they  made  amends  on  Sunday.  Waiting  until 
the  president  was  leaving  the  Pantheon  after  the  dedi- 
cation of  the  new  memorial,  a  shrill  whistle  was 
sounded  as  he  was  about  to  enter  his  car,  and  at  that 
signal  howls  arose  from  both  sides  of  the  square  and 
from  the  Rue  Soufflot,  and  in  an  instant  the  Camelots 
and  the  police  were  engaged  in  a  sharp  tussle.  But  it 
was  soon  over;  more  than  a  hundred  arrests  were 
made;  and  the  upshot  was  that  as  many  supporters  of 
M.  Barres  were  quickly  lodged  in  the  guard-room  to 
meditate  over  their  sad  lot  in  heing  deprived  of  their 
Sunday  lunch.  It  was  a  brief  repetition  of  the  wild 
scene  which  took  place  some  four  years  ago  when 
Zola's  ashes  were  transferred  to  the  Pantheon  and  a 
not  unsuggestive  reminder  of  the  stormy  history  of  that 
famous  building.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Paris,  July  2,  1912. 

■■■ 

The  owners  of  a  French  vessel  who  were  seriously 
handicapped  by  the  strike  of  seamen  at  Havre  appealed 
to  the  French  government  for  assistance  in  having  the 
ship  make  its  regular  trip  to  New  York.  The  head  of 
the  Navy  Department  dispatched  240  men,  taken  from 
a  battleship,  to  Havre,  where  they  were  placed  aboard 
the  Provence.  According  to  the  passengers  the  uni- 
formed sea  fighters  worked  with  great  credit  and  the 
delay  caused  during  the  voyage  was  due  only  to  the 
fact  that  the  men  were  unfamiliar  with  the  machinery. 
Ensign  Demartes,  who  had  been  married  only  three 
days,  was  rejoiced  when  he  was  ordered  to  report 
aboard  the  Provence,  and  as  a  wedding  gift  the  French 
company  presented  his  bride  with  a  round-trip  ticket  to 
New  York  and  return.  In  appreciation  of  their  good 
work  the  company  allowed  the  men  nearly  every  privi- 
lege and  has  given  them  plenty  of  time  ashore  to  visit 
the  sights  of  New  York.  - 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


The  growing  of  nuts  for  food  is  now  attracting  more 
attention  than  used  to  be  given  it,  and  the  area  devoted 
to  commercial  nut-growing  is  extending  its  northern 
boundary.  Northern  nut  trees,  whether  chestnut,  hick- 
ory, or  filbert,  are  now  mostly  wild;  but  there  are  now 
"nut  orchards"  in  many  of  the  Northern  and  Western 
States.  The  National  Nut  Growers'  Association  held 
its  tenth  annual  convention  in  Mobile,  Alabama,  last 
October,  and  in  November,  1910,  a  Northern  Nut 
Growers'  Association  was  organized  in  New  York. 
The  extension  of  the  nut-growing  area  is  one  of  the 
objects  of  this  association.  Among  the  nuts  once 
thought  to  be  distinctly  Southern,  but  now  beginning  to 
be  grown  in  the  North,  is  the  pecan.  In  California 
the  English  walnut  and  the  almond  are  among  the  im- 
portant products.  Many  foreign  varieties  will  be 
grown  as  soon  as  they  become  well  enough  known  to 
command  a  market. 

Americans  of  Danish  descent  have  purchased  a  tract 
of  300  acres  of  typical  and  virgin  Danish  heather  land- 
scape in  the  province  of  Jutland  and  have  presented  it 
to  the  Danish  nation  as  a  memorial  of  their  love  and 
good-will.  The  park  is  to  be  known  as  "the  Danish- 
American  Park,"  and. the  only  proviso  in  the  deed  is 
that  on  each  Fourth  of  July  the  Stars  and  Stripes  are 
to  be  hoisted  over  the  park  and  the  park  turned  over 
to  Americans.  The  property  will  be  turned  over  to 
the  people  of  Denmark  on  August  5  of  this  year  and 
President  Taft  has  accepted  the  honorary  presidency 
of  the  festivities.  The  late  King  Frederick  VIII  had 
signified  his  intention  of  personally  accepting  the  park 


had  been  entrusted  to  M.  Bartholnme,  the  sculptor  of .  on  behalf  of  his  people,  but  that  duty  will  now  devolve 
the  beautiful  monument  to  the  dead  which  adorns  Pere  '  upon  some  representative  of  the  royal  government. 


Thomas  Riley  Marshall,  Democratic  nominee  for 
Vice-President,  was  a  country  lawyer  until  1908,  when 
he  was  elected  Governor  of  Indiana.  He  is  a  native 
of  that  state  and  is  now  in  his  fifty-ninth  year.  His 
education  was  obtained  at  Wabash  College,  and  he  be- 
gan the  practice  of  law  at  Columbia  City  in  1876.  He 
is  slender,  wiry,  very  active,  and  in  speech  and  dress 
is   somewhat  old-fashioned. 

Congressman  William  Hughes,  discussed  as  a  logical 
man  to  be  named  by  the  Democrats  as  the  successor 
to  Woodrow  Wilson  as  governor  of  New  Jersey,  has 
been  in  Congress  since  1903.  He  is  a  native  of  Ire- 
land, forty  years  of  age.  After  finishing  the  public 
schools  he  took  a  business  course.  During  the  Spanish- 
American  War  he  served  with  the  Second  New  Jersey 
Volunteers.  His  home  is  at  Paterson,  where  he  has 
law  offices,  having  been  admitted  to  practice  in  1900. 

George  Paish,  who  was  recently  knighted  by  King 
George  of  England,  is  editor  of  the  London  Statist,  and 
is  well  known  among  economists  all  over  the  world 
for  his  estimates  of  national  wealth,  the  foreign  in- 
vestments of  the  great  European  nations,  and  of  kin- 
dred topics.  He  is  a  recognized  English  authority  on 
American  railroads,  and  has  written  a  number  of  im- 
portant works  dealing  with  railroads  in  England  and 
in  this  country.  He  is  a  Fellow  and  Member  of  the 
Council  of  the  Royal   Statistical   Society. 

Dr.  Edward  A.  Spitzka,  who  recently  created  discus- 
sion in  the  East  by  his  stand  that  operations  on  de- 
fective children,  to  the  end  that  they  might  have  a 
normal  chance  to  compete  with  the  rest  of  mankind, 
should  be  made  compulsory  by  legislative  enactment, 
is  one  of  America's  prominent  brain  specialists.  He 
is  a  native  of  New  York,  and  since  1906  has  been  pro- 
fessor of  general  anatomy  of  Jefferson  University.  He 
performed  the  autopsy  on  and  examined  the  brain  of 
Czolgosz,  the  assassin  of  President  McKinley.  His 
articles  on  anatomy  have  been  widely  published. 

Roy  Walworth,  a  recent  graduate  of  the  Western  Re- 
serve University  of  Cleveland,  Ohio,  virtually  shoveled 
his  way  through  the  five  years  he  spent  at  the  uni- 
versity to  the  degree  of  a  civil  engineer.  He  lived  at 
Ashtabula,  and  secured  a  job  as  fireman  on  the  accom- 
modation train  running  between  the  two  cities.  In  the 
morning  he  donned  overalls  and  stoked  the  boiler  to 
Cleveland.  There  he  attended  college  during  the  day 
and  at  evening  became  a  fireman  again  back  to  Ashta- 
bula. During  vacations  he  was  fireman  on  a  regular 
train.  Prior  to  going  to  Western  Reserve  he  won  the 
degree  of  civil  engineer  from  both  Adelbert  and  Case 
schools. 

Paul  Mauser,  inventor  of  the  rifle  of  that  name,  who 
has  just  entered  his  seventy-fourth  year,  began  work 
as  an  unsalaried  apprentice  sixty  years  ago  in  a  small 
German  arms  and  ammunition  factory.  He  is  now 
president  and  chief  proprietor  of  the  plant  in  which  he 
started  his  career,  and  has  the  degree  of  doctor  of  en- 
gineering from  a  dozen  colleges  and  universities,  in 
addition  to  possessing  the  coveted  German  title  of  Privy 
Councilor  of  Commerce.  In  honor  of  the  sixtieth  an- 
niversary of  his  entering  the  factory,  ten  government 
arsenal  workmen  erected  a  monument  in  the  factory 
yard  bearing  in  bronze  relief  his  portrait.  He  was 
present  at  the  unveiling. 

Lord  Channing,  the  first  man  of  American  birth  and 
parentage  to  be  created  a  peer  of  Great  Britain,  was 
born  in  Boston,  the  son  of  the  Rev.  W.  H.  Channing, 
noted  Unitarian  minister  and  author  of  that  city.  In 
private  life  the  nobleman  is  Francis  A.  Channing. 
After  a  distinguished  career  at  Oxford  he  became  a 
naturalized  British  citizen  and  sat  in  Parliament  for 
twenty-seven  years,  from  1S85  to  1912.  He  has  writ- 
ten a  number  of  books.  In  1906  he  was  created  a 
baronet,  both  this  honor  and  the  peerage  conferred 
among  the  recent  royal  birthday  honors  being  in  recog- 
nition of  his  work  in  promoting  agricultural,  educa- 
tional, and  labor  reforms. 

Joseph  F.  Sullivan,  a  hopeless  cripple,  not  past 
twenty-one,  enjoys  the  distinction  of  being  the  youngest 
mayor  in  the  United  States.  He  was  recently  elected 
chief  executive  of  the  town  of  Imboden,  Arkansas,  de- 
feating two  old  political  campaigners.  His  life  has 
been  a  hard  struggle,  his  father  having  died  when  the 
lad  was  five  years  old,  leaving  him  with  a  feeble 
mother.  He  was  stricken  with  paralysis,  which  has 
deprived  him  of  the  use  of  his  left  arm  and  both  lower 
limbs.  Despite  his  handicaps  he  made  good  progress 
at  school,  and  his  ambition  is,  after  he  has  taken  a  turn 
or  two  out  of  politics,  to  enter  some  university  and 
complete  his  course  in  literature. 

Professor  William  Henry  Perkin.  who  has  just  an- 
nounced the  discovery  of  a  process  for  the  manufacture 
of  synthetic  rubber,  has  been  professor  of  organic 
chemistry  at  Owens  College.  Manchester,  England, 
since  1892.  His  experiments  have  already  cost  $175,- 
000.  Professor  Perkin.  it  is  announced,  is  under  con- 
tract for  nineteen  years  at  a  salary  of  $5000  yearly.  He 
has  written  a  number  of  authoritative  works  on  chem- 
istry. His  two  brothers  are  also  eminent  in  the  field 
of  chemistry.  One  is  the  lecturer  of  the  dyeing  depart- 
ment of  the  University  of  Leeds,  and  the  other  the 
head  of  the  chemistry  department  of  the  Borough  Poly- 
technic Institute.  London.  Professor  Perkin.  when  not 
busy  in  the  laboratory,  finds  relaxation  in  music, 
cricket,  and  gardening. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20, 


i   SECRETS  OF  THE  CHARTHOUSE. 


How  Two  Naval  Officers  Cleared  Away  Distrust. 


"It  disgraces  the  Ship.  It  throws  odium  on  the  whole 
Service,"  Captain  Narborough  jerked  out.  "It  is  a 
most  damnable  affair,  Willey!" 

The  commanding  officer  of  the  U.  S.  cruiser  spoke 
in  a  suppressed  voice.  Over  his  dark  heavy  features 
feelings  of  fire  and  indignation  were  sweeping  in  con- 
flicting floods.  Impetuously  he  smote  the  commander- 
in-chief's  aerogram  with  the  flat  of  his  right  hand. 

"Only  Lieutenant  Bierce  and  two  seamen  were  ashore 
for  the  mails,"  returned  his  executive  officer,  "and  it 
is  unthinkable  that  he  or  either  of  the  bluejackets  are 
in  the  enemy's  pay.  No !  I  am  wrong.  The  pay- 
master came  to  me  just  before  the  cutter  was  getting 
away;  short  of  some  urgent  stores  he  said  he  was,  so 
I  passed  him  ashore.  But  I  warned  him  to  keep  his 
mouth  shut  at  all  costs." 

"Ah!"  blurted  out  the  C.  O.  in  an  uneasy  voice, 
then  paused. 

And  to  the  lieutenant-commander  watching  him  with 
a  baleful  eye  it  seemed  his  superior  officer  was  being 
impaled  on  the  horns  of  a  dilemma.  But  then,  Willey 
was — well,  putting  it  mildly — somewhat  biased. 

"Hum,'  ah.  .  .  .  Cutter's  men  for  examination. 
Send  Bierce  to  me.   ...   A  most  damnable  affair!" 

"And  Paymaster  Wettstein?" 

It  was  now  the  eyes  of  the  two  officers  met,  challeng- 
ing, in  the  gloom  of  the  screened  lights  in  the  chart- 
house. 

The  next  second  the  C.  O.,  his  lips  moving  as  in  a 
silent  imprecation,  again  thrust  the  wireless  slip  un- 
der the  hooded  electric  illumining  the  chart  section  at 
hand.  He  replied  harshly:  "I'll  handle  him  in  ad- 
vance of  Bierce.  Send  all  his  papers,  and  so  on — all, 
I  say — up  to  me  at  once.  This  leakage  of  information 
is  upsetting  our  moves  against  the  enemy's  offensive." 

Narborough  did  not  lift  his  eyes  to  his  subordinate's 
salute  on  the  latter  turning  away  to  gain  the  bridge, 
yet  he  was  aware  of  the  unveiled  contumely  on  the 
executive  officer's  face. 

"Willey  has  kept  his  hatred  alive  since  I  knocked 
him  about,  years  ago,  in  the  old  Indiana,"  he  muttered 
contemptuously ;  "but,  now,  it's  becoming  a  very  serious 
matter.  Need  to  put  an  end  to  it,  somehow.  D — n 
him !" 

For  some  moments  he  stood  in  the  attitude  of 
strained  attention.  His  head  inclined  toward  the  door- 
way of  the  charthouse,  his  eyes  fixed  on  the  chart  sec- 
tion, he  was  giving  intent  ear  to  some  slight  stir  on 
the  bridge.  A  suggestion  of  growing  suspense  fled 
over  his  face,  flexing  bluff  cheek  and  chin  into  stirrer 
lines. 

It  was  irrefutable  that  the  Asiatic  power's  informa- 
tion as  to  the  disposition  of  the  U.  S.  cruisers  and  fleet 
to  the  north  of  Luzon  had  emanated  from  some  one  in 
the  cruiser.  No  other  vessel  had  as  yet  come  in  on 
the  land;  nor  had  any  communications  as  yet  been  made 
even  to  the  Navy  Board,  in  the  commander-in-chief's 
endeavor  for  secrecy — and  the  enemy's  surprise. 

If  Paymaster  Wettstein's  papers  were  all  overhauled ! 
At  this  thought  Captain  Narborough's  low,  broad  fore- 
head  twitched   as   a   mental   vista   loomed   before   him. 

He  saw  himself  and  his  career  at  stake.  He,  that 
with  a  great  and  resolute  joy  was  now  expectant  of 
hostile  guns,  shrank  from  the  revelations  which  would 
ensue  on  the  Navy  Board's  inquisition. 

"It  will  down  me.  wholly,"  he  murmured,  passing  his 
left  hand  over  his  hot  face  as  if  wiping  off  perspira- 
tion. "Willey  has  chanced  on  more  than  surmise. 
Good  God,  how  much  does  he  know  ?" 

Strident  came  the  report  from  the  bridge:  "Sounds 
of  motor  craft  comin'  down  on  the  port  bow." 

Grabbing  his  night  binoculars  off  the  log  desk,  Cap- 
tain Narborough  sprang  out  between  the  curtains 
screening  the  doorway.  Calm  the  night  was,  but 
charged  with  confusing  haze;  and  through  a  rift  away 
ahead  came  a  glimpse  of  the  stars  and  the  old  moon 
lying  ominously  on  her  back.  As  out  of  the  southwest 
the  great  armored  vessel  swooped  onward,  the  low- 
hunching  waters  were  only  visible  when  broken  and 
flung  into  foaming  phosphorescent  ribs  off  her  shoulders 
by  the  great  ram-bows.  Beyond,  all  was  misty,  fluc- 
tuating darkness. 

"I  don't  hear  anything,"  the  C.  O.  grunted  to  the 
officer  of  the  deck  as  they  strained  ears  and  eyes  ahead. 
"To  my  ears — absolutely  nothing !" 

"Chuggin'  sound,  somethin'  like  a  Gnome  engine's, 
distinct  enough.     Off  the  port  bow  I  took  it  to  be." 

"You  didn't  happen  to  see  an  aeroplane,  too,  eh !" 
Narborough  returned,  brusquely  derisive.  "Your  imag- 
ination has  taken  charge,  Boynes !  .  .  .  Can't  be  too 
wide  awake,  though.  They  may  come  down  on  the  top 
of  us  before  we  know."  He  put  down  his  binoculars, 
and,  bent-browed,  looked  around. 

Forward,  the  top  of  the  fore  turret  was  just  to  be 
made  out  with  the  canted  muzzles  of  its  aerostatic 
quickfirers  and  its  ten-inch  guns.  On  the  bridge,  burly 
figures  at  hand  were  hovering  about  the  telephones, 
voice-lubes,  and  telegraphs ;  at  the  wheel,  there  loomed 
the  quartermaster  and  the  helmsman.  In  turrets  and 
casemates,  and  by  ammunition  hoists,  magazines,  and  in 
passages  below,  the  men  were  lying  at  their  posts,  with 
one  ear  unstop;  ereil  for  the  bugle's  shrill  alarm. 

To  him,  envisaging  all,  it  was  incredible — too  pre- 
posterous even  to  be  imagined — that  one  of  his  crew 
had  proved  tuitor.  He  bit  his  lip.  Out  of  his  letters 
to  Wettstein    .ould  arise  his  downfall.     The  broom  of 


the  Navy  Board  sweeping  so  mercilessly  clean,  no  dust 
would  be  left  to  cover  his  misfeasance.  Bitterly,  bit- 
terly, was  he  now  rueing  his  part  in  the  breach  of 
trust.  It  came  back  to  the  C.  O.  that  Wettstein  had 
reminded  him  one  day  it  might  cost  him  his  post  and 
$25,000  bond  as  paymaster.  He  himself  was  now  in 
danger  also  of  being  ruined. 

The  ignominy  of  his  situation  tortured  Narborough. 
Yet,  as  he  again  searched  the  night  for  those  hostilities 
so  suddenly  belching  forth  destruction  and  death,  satis- 
faction arose  in  him  from  the  knowdedge  that  the  incul- 
pating letters  were  almost  within  his  grasp.  And  then 
he  could  snap  his  fingers  at  Willey  and  the  machina- 
tions of  that  mischievous  jade,  Fate. 

A  feeling  of  excitement  surged  in  him,  but  subduing 
it  with  steely  restraint  he  stepped  across  to  the  star- 
board rail.  Intently  he  searched  the  night  there  and 
away  ahead. 

After  some  minutes  he  muttered,  "Boynes  must  have 
imagined  the  sounds!     Just  imagined  them!" 

Lieutenant-Commander  Willey  loomed  in  the  dark- 
ness alongside,  apparitional  as  some  revengeful  shade. 
"The  cutter's  crew  are  clear  of  any  suspicion,"  he  re- 
ported, "I  pricked  them  off  one  by  one  and  found  them 
all  square.  Wettstein's  papers  and  gear  have  been  put 
in  the  charthouse  for  overhauling;  but  I  haven't  roused 
him  out,  yet." 

Captain  Narborough  paused  before  replying.  In 
vain  he  peered  at  the  executive  officer's  face.  The 
night  mantled  it  well.  "Step  below,  and  bring  along 
the  paymaster,  then,"  said  he  at  last,  slowdy  and  in  a 
metallic  voice,  fearing  disclosure  of  his  rioting  exulta- 
tion. "I.  don't  like  this  commandeering  of  personal 
effects;  the  commander-in-chief's  orders  are  plain  and 
emphatic,  but  I  don't  like  it !" 

It  was  his  very  positiveness  that  made  Willey's  sus- 
picions assume  a  definite  aspect  and  initiative.  Said 
he  stiffly,  almost  contentiously,  "Sooner  not  risk  any- 
thing in  stepping  below." 

"What  do  you  risk?  No  signs  of  the  enemy !"  fleered 
Captain  Narborough,  who  had  instantly  kindled  on  de- 
tecting the  obstinacy  and  mistrust  in  his  officer's  voice. 

As  he  watched  Willey  disappear  down  the  bridge 
ladder  into  the  deeper  gloom,  his  conjecture  as  to  the 
lieutenant-commander's  knowledge  concerning  his  ir- 
regularity deepened  into  certainty.  Yet  his  feeling  of 
alarm  was  somewhat  assuaged  by  a  sense  of  approach- 
ing security;  for  his  intention  to  seize  the  letters  occa- 
sioned Narborough  no  qualms  of  conscience.  "I  ought 
to  have  got  Wettstein  to  destroy  them  last  month,  when 
the  deal  was  squared,"  he  muttered,  passing  to  the 
charthouse. 

But,  on  the  threshold  there,  dismay  and  trepidation 
attacked  him.  He  stopped,  letting  the  curtains  fall  into 
place  behind  him,  and  stared  stupidly  at  the  paymaster's 
effects.  The  navigation  officer,  who  was  close  by,  wor- 
rying over  the  chart  and  the  tide-rips  of  the  Virgins, 
glanced  up  in  wonder  when  ordered  to  stand  by  on  the 
bridge.  The  C.  O.'s  voice  shook  with  vehement  wrath. 
Overwhelmed  by  his  sense  of  defeat,  he  was  hardly 
aware  of  the  officer  retiring.  He  remained  motionless, 
lips  parted  and  forehead  tensely  ridged,  looking  at  the 
pile  of  things. 

"My  God !     My  enemy  has  done  this !" 

He  uttered  these  words  in  a  husky  undertone — looked 
about  him  the  next  second,  afraid  some  one  had  over- 
heard. Upon  the  locks  of  the  desks  and  japanned  tin 
cases  seals  had  been  prominently  affixed. 

Captain  Narborough's  eyes  bore  furiously  upon  them 
as  if  to  sunder  the  wax,  and  extract  their  damning 
contents.  He  writhed  in  the  lightnings  of  guilt.  Guilt 
against  the  ordinances  of  the  Navy  Board.  Guilt 
against  that  integrity  so  necessarily  attaching  itself  to 
a  paymaster's  administration. 

His  heart  sickened  when  he  comprehended  Willey's 
design  to  force  before  the  official  eye  the  evidence  of 
that  financial  transaction  effected  only  six  weeks  pre- 
vious through  Wettstein  by  means  of  the  ship's  treas- 
ury, and  covering  two  terrible  days  when,  at  the  rumor 
of  war,  fortunes  and  good  names  were  dipping  in  the 
Wall  Street  balance  and  his  wife's  and  family's  wel- 
fare were  so  acutely  menaced.  Not  a  minute  too  soon 
had  his  securities  been  realized,  and  the  transaction 
liquidated.  Narborough  fully  comprehended  the  points 
of  his  and  the  paymaster's  indictment. 

On  his  ear,  alert  for  the  slightest  stir  in  the  night, 
came  the  executive  officer's  hurried  footsteps;  and  he 
faced  about.  Gesturing  with  his  left  hand  to  the  pay- 
master's desks,  he  breathed  gustily,  "They  have  been 
sealed?" 

"Yes,  sealed  by  me.     Wettstein  is  comin?  un 
has  rattled  him,  I  tell  you,  sir." 

The    lieutenant-commander's    voice    w.is 
but   his  dark   eyes  gleamed,   and  on  his   F; 
high-cheek  bones  and  retreating  forehe: 
ferently  veiled  triumph.     There    sprang 
borough  that  same  old  desire  to  welt  r 
prompted   the   memorable  pummeling   in    i! 
gun-room.     The  two  men  were  entirely 

"You   think   Wettstein   is   of  especial 
this  business?" 

"Yes !     It    may    lead    to    disclosures 
others,  I  think." 

At  these   words,   which  Willey   utten 
dictive  snap,  the  C.  O.  braced  himself  touv 
a  calm  face. 

"I  am  almost  certain."  continued  the  re 
"the  paymaster,  apart  from  having  any  cr 
possibly,  with  the  shore,  had  a  cause  f  I 
'paj-out'  some  six  weeks  ago.    Though 


hours  only,  it  points  to  dangerous  irregularity — some- 
thing for  the  Board  to  inquire  into." 

Narborough  felt  it  was  his  death-blow.  The  execu- 
tive officer  had  him  entrapped.  Ah,  if  in  desperation 
he  had  only  not 

Just  then  something  in  the  air,  that  sounded  foreign 
to  the  ears  of  the  trained  men,  took  their  attention. 
Hails  rang  out  from  a  lookout;  hurried  voices  on  the 
bridge.  As  the  officers  instinctively  dashed  toward  the 
open,  a  peremptory  order  shrilled  out.  The  great  ves- 
sel instantly  thrilled  with  vehement  and  most  virulent 
life. 

The  aerial  scouts  of  the  enemy  were  reapproaching 
the  outer  zone  units  of  the  far-far-flung  scouting  di- 
vision. Sweeping  down  at  a  high  speed,  the  buzzing  of 
their  motors  almost  the  next  second  heightened  into  a 
shrill  roar  as  they  paused,  then  poised  themselves  for 
the    attack. 

Even  as  Captain  Narborough  had  sprung  out  of  the 
charthouse  a  huge  V-shaped  cone  of  molten  white  fire 
flashed  up  abaft,  and  to  a  deep  thunderous  explosion 
the  cruiser  listed  heavily  to  starboard.  For  an  instant 
he  saw  the  smokestacks  and  after  sighting-top  and  run- 
ning gear  of  the  wireless,  sharp,  black,  against  the 
blinding  glare  To  his  voice  pealing  out,  the  search- 
lights clove  upward  as  there  came  a  glimpse  of  vast 
dark  wings  hovering  almost  above  the  bridge,  then  of 
something  dropped  from  the  bird-like  frame  between 
them. 

Snatching  hold  of  Lieutenant-Commander  Willey, 
darting  past  to  gain  the  bridge  ladder,  the  C.  0. 
threw  himself  on  his  face,  pulling  the  officer  down  to 
the  deck. 

As  he  fell  an  outspreading  gush  of  dazzling  light  be- 
hind them  struck  like  a  detonation  through  the  half- 
gloom  beneath  the  searchlight's  radiance.  Narbor- 
ough's perception  registered  their  two  shadows,  sil- 
houetted crisp  and  grotesque,  in  their  fall.  Then  his 
consciousness  was  overpowered  by  the  blast  and  drive 
of  the  exploding  bomb. 

Swept  headlong  by  the  heavy  shock  the  captain  was 
jolted  into  sensibility  on  landing  on  his  side  on  the 
shelter  deck.  He  was  aware  of  the  ear-splitting  clamor 
of  his  aerostatic  quickfirers;  was  aware  of  their  shells, 
alack,  bursting  wide  of  the  swooping  targets.  He  was 
aware,  too,  of  the  charthouse  in  flames.  Bugle  notes, 
clear,  resurgent,  pierced  the  din,  and  the  fire  squad 
passed  at  the  double,  trailing  their  hoses.  He  reeled 
to  his  knees. 

"Gawd,"  cried  one  of  them,  stopping,  "here  some  o' 
them  left  alive !     Them  air-craft  play  the  very  devil !" 

Some  hours  later,  Captain  Narborough,  standing 
alongside  the  broken  starboard  rail  of  his  scarred  and 
blackened  bridge,  and  eying  in  the  first  light  of  morning 
the  carpenter's  crew  knocking  together  something  of  a 
charthouse,  very  gingerly  touched  his  contused  face 
with  the  tips  of  his  right-hand  fingers. 

"Lucky  for  us  we  didn't  find  Kingdom  Come,  Wil- 
ley," he  remarked  to  the  lieutenant-commander,  ap- 
proaching, his  face  bandaged  and  left  arm  in  a  sling. 
"We  had  a  close  shave,  though!" 

"You  saved  me,"  Willey  answered  in  a  husky  voice, 
and  looking  his  officer  full  in  the  face,  "saved  me! — 
and  after  my  nursing  my  hatred  all  these  years!  I 
again  tell  you " 

"Don't  you  think.  I  didn't  know,  all  along,"  inter- 
rupted the  C.  O.  bluntly.  "But  I  wouldn't  notice  it, 
because  we  in  the  navy  must  stand  or  fall  together, 
Willey,  always  stands  or  fall  together.  .  .  .  Well,  the 
paymaster's  things  all  burned  in  the  wreck  of  the  chart- 
house  !" 

The  lieutenant-commander  nodded.  He  paused  for 
a  little,  making  up  his  mind  for  open  confession.  "I 
must  tell  you,  even  if  you  do  think  the  less  of  me,  I 
intentionally  sealed  Wettstein's  desks  and  boxes.  I 
had  got  into  my  head  there  was  something  between  you 
and  him;  something,  well,  not  quite  in  regular  form, 
you  know ;  and  I  had  intended  the  search  should  bring 
to  light  any  evidence.  It  was  my  foolish  hatred  that 
prompted  the  notion.  I  am  ashamed  even  to  think 
about  it  now — a  most  monstrous  idea — mine.  .  .  . 
Yes,  the  Asiatics'  aerial  craft  must  have  been  observ- 
ing our  movements,  and  wirelessing  their  information. 
Nobody  on  board  this  ship  has  given  anything  away! 
.  .  .  Ah,  God  forgive  me  for  thinking  the  worst  of 
you,  and  trying  to  wreck  you,  wholly!" 

With  tight,  down-drawn  lips  Captain  Narborough 
remained  silent  for  a  moment,  then,  uttering  something 

about  "Not  to  be  a  idiot,"  he  generously  offered 

his  hand.  Patrick  Vaux. 

i  isco,  July,  1912. 

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if  the  Knights  of  the  Royal  Order  of  the 
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■  ■■ 

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lysteriously  as  it  departed. 


July  20,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


39 


GILBERT  AND    SULLIVAN    REVIVALS. 


Memories  of  Comic  Opera  and  Its  Spirit. 


The  language  of  any  nation  is  crammed  with  the  say- 
ings of  its  great  men.  Lines  and  phrases  from  Shake- 
speare are  part  of  our  daily  colloquialisms.  So  are 
many  sayings  from  Dickens  which  have  become  short- 
cuts in  conversation :  "Barkis  is  willin'  " ;  "Life's  a 
demnition  grind";  "For  I'll  never  desert  Mr.  Micaw- 
ber." 

And  has  any  one  of  the  present  generation  ever 
realized  that  many  of  our  familiar  sayings  come  from 
the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  operas?  It  was  the  captain  of 
the  Pinafore,  like  many  a  man  before  and  since,  who 
looked  appreciatively  after  a  departing  skirt,  and  mur- 
mured, in  passing  approval :  "A  plump  and  pleasing 
person."  Our  whole  world  could  once  reel  off  without 
stopping  to  remember: 

When   the   enterprising   burglar's   not    a-burgling, 
Not   a-burgling ; 
When  the  cut-throat  isn't  occupied  in  crime, 
'Pied    in    crime, 
He  loves  to  hear  the  little  brook  a-gurgling, 
Brook  a-gurgling. 
And  listen  to  the  merry  village  chime, 
Village  chime. 

Never  mind  the  rest.  I  only  meant  to  quote  the 
familiar  first  line,  but  the  old  magic  seized  me,  and  just 
for  the  pleasure  of  reviving  this  well-remembered  ditty 
from  "The  Pirates  of  Penzance"  I  had  to  go  on.  But 
now,  the  world  of  today  is  equally  familiar  with  the 
closing  line,  "A  policeman's  lot  is  not  a  happy  one." 

To  Admiral  Porter,  K.  C.  B.,  of  "Pinafore"  fame, 
we  are  indebted  for  several  convenient  phrases;  he  it 
was  who  used  "to  seek  the  seclusion  that  my  cabin 
grants,"  and  who,  in  his  indentured  boyhood,  "poljshed 
up  the  handle  of  the  big  front  door." 

It  was  Pooh-Bah,  in  "The  Mikado,"  who,  with  a  few 
whoppers,  lent  "verisimilitude  to  an  otherwise  bald  and 
unconvincing  narrative."  It  was  Katisha,  the  Mikado's 
"daughter-in-law  elect,"  who,  in  her  "artless  Japanese 
way,"  looked  forward  with  apprehension  to  the  ex- 
tinguished age  of  "80  in  the  shade."  Little  Ko-Ko,  the 
Mikado's  Lord  High  Executioner,  first  sang  of  "The 
flowers  that  bloom  in  the  spring,  tra-la";  "The  every- 
day-young-man" became  the  sweetheart  of  Patience,  the 
matter-of-fact  milkmaid,  who  remained  insensible  to  the 
charms  of  Bunthorne,  beloved  of  the  yearning  aesthetes ; 
and  it  was  the  elderly  and  amatory  Lady  Jane,  in 
"Patience"  (not  "pretty;  massive"),  who,  when  snubbed 
by  the  scornful  Bunthorne,  pressed  down  her  collapsible 
headdress,  as  she  gloomily  subsided,  muttering  "Crushed 
again." 

When  all  the  world  joins  in  one  sentiment,  a  curious 
elation  runs  through  humanity.  I  even  saw  it  on  the 
day  of  the  earthquake,  when,  finding  ourselves  col- 
lectively alive  and  safe,  and  unknowing  that  our  city 
was  to  be  consumed,  we  were  all  one  in  a  common  topic, 
a  mutual  absorbing  interest.  And  there  was  a  time 
when  everybody  read,  quoted,  heard,  sang,  whistled, 
thought,  and  amateur-acted  the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan 
operas.  Theatre-goers  would  as  soon  miss  their  meals 
as  the  latest  one  that  was  brought  out  here,  after  its 
appearance  in  London  at  the  Savoy,  and  non-theatre- 
goers quickly  acquired  the  theatre-going  habit.  Every- 
body went,  the  young,  the  old,  the  sad, '  the  gay,  the 
wise,  the  foolish.  Everybody  bought  some  of  the  music, 
many  the  entire  scores,  of  the  operas.  Remote  com- 
munities that  never  had  and  never  would  have  an  op- 
portunity to  see  and  hear  professionals  act  and  sing  the 
famous  roles  acted  and  sang  them  themselves.  The 
givers  of  church  festivals  presented  selections  from  the 
operas,  the  Bohemians  in  their  "jinks"  gave  adaptations 
of  scenes. 

And  now  we  are  to  hear  them  again,  since  they 
promise  us  revivals  of  four  of  the  most  celebrated  of 
these  operas  at  the  Cort  Theatre  under  first-class  aus- 
pices. "Pinafore"  and  "The  Mikado"  do,  in  a  way, 
belong  to  this  later  generation,  for  each  has  had  its 
turn  at  revivals.  Even  "Patience,"  the  only  one  of  the 
Gilbert  and  Sullivan  immortals  that  was  based  on  a 
passing  phase,  has  had  its  revival  at  the  Tivoli,  that 
entertaining  and  useful  institution  identified  with  old 
San  Francisco  that  they  now  promise  us  is  to  be  resur- 
rected. But  I  remember  no  revivals  of  "The  Pirates 
of  Penzance."  No  doubt  it  has  figured  in  several  dif- 
ferent light-opera  seasons  in  the  far-off  '80s  or  '90s. 
But  when  we  try  to  rub  up  our  recollections  of  these 
delightful  classics,  "The  Pirates"  seems  to  be  the  dim- 
mest in  every  one's  memory. 

Whichever  one  of  the  enchanting  four  is  heard  by 
any  one  of  the  present  generation  who  is  unfamiliar 
with  them,  when  he  hears  the  popping  of  old  jokes,  and 
the  singing  of  old  refrains  that  have  passed  into  the 
language,  he  will  probably  share  the  impressions  of  that 
spectator  who,  when  he  saw  "Hamlet"  for  the  first  time, 
opined  that  it  was  "full  of  quotations." 

It  has  passed  into  theatrical  history  that  Mrs.  James 
Oates,  that  far-off  opera  bouffe  star,  who  used  annually 
to  storm  our  surrendering  town,  was  the  first  to  bring 
out  here  a  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  opera.  And  a  strange, 
amorphous  performance  it  was.  French  opera  bouffe 
was  all  the  vogue  then,  and  the  works  of  Offenbach, 
Lecocq,  Audran.  and  other  brethren  of  the  French  mu- 
sical fraternity  held  the  stage.  A  constant  stream  of 
these  brilliantly  audacious  works,  expurgated  to  suit 
American  tastes,  was  diverted  to  the  American  stage. 

When  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  entered  upon  their  famous 
partnership  the  ofttimes  reprehensible  spiciness  of  these 
Paris-bred  works  was  instrumental  in  causing  the  cele- 


brated pact  made  by  the  celebrated  pair.  "We  re- 
solved," says  Gilbert,  "that  our  plots,  however  ridicu- 
lous, should  be  coherent,  that  our  dialogue  should  be 
void  of  offense,  that,  on  artistic  principles  no  man 
should  play  a  woman's  part,  and  no  woman  a  man's. 
Finally,  we  agreed  that  no  lady  of  the  company  should 
be  required  to  wear  a  dress  that  she  could  not  wear 
with  absolute  propriety  at  a  fancy  ball." 

Mrs.  Oates  did  not  know  that  "Pinafore"  was  a  bur- 
lesque, pure  and  simple.  The  popular  conceptions  of 
romance,  of  melodrama,  of  army,  navy,  and  parlia- 
mentarian dignitaries,  of  the  Japanese  fad,  of  spurious 
testheticism,  were  burlesqued,  to  the  delight  of  an  appre- 
ciative public,  by  Gilbert,  gentlest  and  mellowest  of 
humorists;  to  these  brilliantly  witty  and  inimitably 
rhymed  jingles  were  wedded  the  music  of  Sir  Arthur 
Sullivan,  which,  in  its  own  province,  was  as  witty  as 
the  words;  for  music  has  a  wit  and  humor  of  its  own. 
The  two  famous  collaborators  evolved  a  new  art;  never 
was  there  a  happier  union. 

Emelie  Melville,  thoroughly  identified  with  our  the- 
atrical history  in  the  '80s,  was  the  first  to  bring  to  us 
these  comic  operas  with  full  understanding  of  their 
author's  and  composer's  purpose.  At  the  old  Bush 
Street  Theatre  San  Franciscans  saw  a  "Pinafore"  some- 
what lamely  interpreted  by  a  company  the  majority  of 
whom  were  amateurs;  but  Emelie  Melville's  Josephine 
was  in  line  with  the  conceptions  of  its  creator.  Later, 
when  the  prima  donna  of  the  troupe  recognized  the 
force  of  the  impetus  of  the  coming  wave,  she  gave  us 
"The  Pirates  of  Penzance"  and  "Patience,"  after  sur- 
rounding herself  with  a  company  of  suitable  profes- 
sionals, of  whom  Tom  Caselli  was  the  comedian.  Then, 
when  Miss  Melville  had  carried  off  her  troupe  to  Aus- 
tralia, William  T.  Carleton  took  up  the  good  work,  and 
we  saw  his  company  or  companies  in  "The  Mikado" 
and  "The  Pirates  of  Penzance,"  and,  if  I  am  not  mis- 
taken, in  "Patience"  also.  With  him  were  Max  Free- 
man as  Bunthorne  and  the  Major-General,  and  little 
Charles  Drew,  who  won  his  public  as  Ko-Ko  in  "The 
Mikado."  And  at  a  later  date,  on  one  of  Emma  Abbott's 
periodical  visits  to  this  coast,  delicious  "Lolanthe"  was 
given.  Since  then  there  have  been  the  occasional  scat- 
tered revivals  at  the  Tivoli  already  mentioned,  in  which 
Edwin  Stevens  and  Ferris  Hartman  figured  as  come- 
dians-in-chief, and  in  which  the  remaining  players  were 
but  indifferently  comprehending  interpreters. 

This  propriety  pact  made  by  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  may 
sound  calamitous  to  the  up-to-date  and  thoroughly  mod- 
ernized taste,  accustomed  to  the  generous  revelations 
of  the  female  form  made  in  musical  comedy.  But  let 
it  not  be  forgotten  that  Gilbert  was  a  master  of  stage- 
craft, who  planned  out  all  his  rehearsals  at  home  on 
a  mimic  stage  before  he  undertook  to  direct  them  at 
the  theatre.  Voice  and  intelligence  were  regarded  as 
indispensable  at  the  Savoy  Opera  House  in  London, 
the  theatre  that  became  famous  the  world  over  as  the 
home  of  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  opera. 

And  although  Gilbert,  in  "Patience,"  satirized  the 
cult  of  advanced  sstheticism,  no  one  had  a  keener  and 
more  discriminating  taste  for  stage  aesthetics  than  him- 
self. We  have  only  to  remember  certain  settings:  the 
simple  yet  lovely  composition  of  the  second  act  in  "The 
Mikado";  the  scene  in  which  the  fairies  disport  in  the 
first  act  of  "lolanthe" ;  the  rocky  coast  of  Penzance  in 
"The  Pirates,"  and  the  enchantingly  pretty  grouping  of 
the  Esthetes  in  "Patience." 

As  for  costumes,  the  chorus  were  not  allowed  to  lose 
in  beauty  of  apparel  because  of  the  length  of  limb  that 
was  cut  off  from  public  view.  The  dainty  "lo- 
lanthe" fairies,  the  flower-wreathed  "twenty  love-sick 
maidens"  in  "Patience,"  the  major-general's  tribe  of 
daughters  rushing  in  on  a  night  alarm,  candle  in  hand, 
daintily  draped  in  the  prettiest  of  nightgowns,  were  fair 
to  see. 

Do  theatre-goers  of  the  present  generations  enjoy  mu- 
sical comedies  with  the  same  fervor  of  young  ecstacy 
that  was  kindled  in  our  youthful  bosoms  by  the  Gilbert 
and  Sullivan  operas?  I  say  no.  Two  geniuses  in  their 
particular  line  went  to  the  making  of  these  operas. 
The  music  of  those  deliciously  melodious  Sullivan 
strains,  so  sweetly  wedded  to  words  that  were  born  for 
them  alone,  will  not  die : 

I   hear  the  soft  notes  of  the  echoing  voice 

Of  an  old,  old  love  long  dead. 
It   whispers   my  sorrowing  heart   rejoice, 
For  the  last  sad  tears  are  shed. 

Shall  we  really  hear  this  lovely  old  song  again  in 
"Patience"?  Don't  you  see  yourselves,  oh  fellow- 
rememberers,  standing  in  groups  around  the  piano,  wail- 
ing with  a  sense  of  young  rapture  in  imagined  sadness 
the  meltingly  sweet  strains  of  the  old  love-songs?  Can 
not  you  hear  Ben  Clark  singing  to  the  sympathetically 
refraining  sailors : 

The  nightingale  sighed  for  the  moon's  bright  ray ; 
And  told  his  tale  in  his  own  melodious  way. 

He  sang,  Ah,  well-a-day ! 
The  lowly  vale  for  the  mountain  vainly  sighed  ; 
To  his  humble  wail  the  echoing  hills  replied. 

And  sang.  Ah,  well-a-day ! 

Strange,  indeed,  it  is  that  Gilbert  had  no  sense  of 
music.  Many-sided  as  he  was,  the  musical  side  of  him 
was  missing.  Yet  it  was  the  genius  of  Sullivan  that 
brought  his  to  its  full  fruition.  True,  before  the  part- 
nership he  had  won  his  spurs  with  the  Bab  Ballads; 
and  with  several  dozen  plays  and  farces.  And  he  was 
a  man  who  had  lived  so  variously  and  cultivated  ex- 
perience with  men  and  things  so  sedulously  that  he 
had  acquired  a  liberal  technical  knowledge  that  showed 
in  his  writings,  even  in  the  lightest  of  them.  Indeed, 
it  was  upon  his  knowledge  of  humanity  and  humanity's 


doings  and  ways  that  the  lasting  meril  is   better 

known  libretti  are  founded. 

One  can  trace  a  curious  resemblance  in  some  aspects 
of  Gilbert's  writings  to  another  many-sided  author — 
namely,  Thackeray.  Many  of  the  famous  novelist's 
earliest  works  were  of  the  lightest  description;  and 
mingled  with  the  stream  of  stories,  sketches,  and  poems 
that  he  poured  out  during  the  Angelo  Titmarsh  and 
Yellow  Plush  epochs,  and  preceding  the  writing  of 
"Vanity  Fair,"  were  many  jingles  that  have  a  Gil- 
bertian  flavor,  just  as  many  of  the  Gilbert  jingles  have 
a  Thackerayan  flavor. 

Might  not  this  ballad  of  Gilbert's,  for  instance,  easily 
pass  for  one  of  Thackeray's  sprightly  lays? 

Time  was  when  Love  and  I  were  well  acquainted. 

Time  was  when  we  walked  ever  hand  in  hand, 
A  saintly  youth,  with  worldly  thought  untainted — 

None  better  loved  than  I  in  all  the  land ! 
Time  was  when  maidens  of  the  noblest  station. 

Forsaking  even  military  men, 
Would  gaze  upon  me.  rapt  in  adoration. 

Ah  me !    I  was  a  fair  young  curate  then ! 

To  a  lover  of  the  ballads  of  these  two  men  it  is  plain 
that  Gilbert's  "Yarn  of  the  Nancy  Bell"  was  inspired 
by  Thackeray's  tale  of  "Little  Billee."  Note  the  family 
resemblance : 

Oh  I  am  a  cook,  and  a  captain  bold, 
And  the  mate  of  the  Nancy  brig. 
And  a  bo'sun  tight  and  a  midshipmite, 
And  the  crew  of  the  captain's  gig. 

And  even  more  pronounced  is  the  racial  resemblance 
in  this  stanza: 

For  I  loved  that  cook  as  a  brother,   I  did, 

And  the  cook  he  worshiped  me ; 
But  we'd  both  be  blowed  if  we'd  either  be  stowed 

In  the  other  chap's  hold,  you  see. 

Who  knows  but  that,  if  Thackeray  had  lived  at  a 
later  date,  his  marked  ability  for  humorous  versification 
might  not  have  been  turned  into  the  same  line  as  Gil- 
bert's, before  he  had  begun  to  blaze  out  his  great 
path? 

As  for  Gilbert,  he  followed  the  path  marked  out  for 
him  by  a  most  auspicious  fate  when  music  was  wedded 
to  his  facile  verse.  Everything  seems  just  right,  when 
we  run  over  the  jingles.  The  recitatives  alone,  in 
playful  imitation  of  grand  opera,  how  felicitous  they 
are !  Even  the  sternest  antagonist  of  puns  has  chuckled 
over  that  playful  quibble  in  "Pinafore"  when  Rafe 
dolorously  chants : 

I  know  the  value  of  a  kindly  chorus  ; 

But  choruses  yield  little  consolation 
When  we  have  pain  and  sorrow,  too,  before  us ! 

I  love,  and  love,  alas !  above  my  station. 

Chorus:     He  loves,  and  loves  a  lass  above  his  station. 

And  Little  Buttercup's  sympathetic  approaches  to  the 
doughty  captain : 

Sir,  you  are  sad ;  the  silent  eloquence  of  yonder  tear, 
That  trembles  on  your  eyelash. 
Proclaims  a  sorrow  far  more  deep  than  common ; 
Confide  in  me ;  fear  not,  I  am  a  mother. 

How  trippingly  the  words  come  when  we  make 
earnest  appeal  to  the  memory.  Ah,  but  there'll  be  a 
grand  turning  out  of  the  old  guard,  or  I'm  no  prophet. 
Young  lovers  grown  to  gray  middle  age,  who  used  to 
sing  the  choruses  together,  will  hasten  to  revive  old 
memories.  To  them  they  will  temporarily  resurrect  the 
magic  of  youth.  Everything  belongs  to  its  time,  and 
these  operas,  in  spite  of  the  universality  of  their  appeal, 
may  seem  of  another  epoch  to  the  present  generation. 
But  the  old-timers  have  a  keen  enjoyment  before  them, 
and  mingled  with  their  pleasure  in  the  present  will  be 
a  pleasant  resurrection  of  a  cloud  of  familiar  shapes 
in  the  past:  Emelie  Melville,  with  her  thin  blonde  fea- 
tures, and  her  sweet,  lyric  soprano;  Carleton,  tall,  cruel, 
magnificent,  in  his  Mikado  robes ;  Clara  Wisdom,  who 
used  to  display  her  startling  symmetry  as  the  glittering 
white  leader  with  the  flashing  sword  in  numerous 
Carleton  productions ;  I  used  to  hate  to  see  her  young 
charms  extinguished  under  Katisha's  gray  hairs,  painted 
wrinkles,  and  loose  kimono.  And  there  was  Hilliard. 
who,  although  he  was  always  blowing  his  nose,  was 
the  sweetest-voiced  of  Nanki-Poos,  as  he  sang: 
A  wandering  minstrel,  I, 
A  thing  of  shreds  and  patches. 

We  can  dimly  remember  that  local  daughter,  Lily 
Post,  playing  second  fiddle  to  Emelie  Melville,  in  such 
parts  as  Lady  Angela  in  "Patience."  And  there  was  a 
local  son,  Charlie  Dungan,  who  gave  up  his  post  as  a 
salesman  in  a  tailor's  shop  to  go  on  the  stage.  He  was 
Pooh-Bah,  big  of  voice,  and  big  in  person.  Alice  Vin- 
cent, a  blonde  beauty  of  the  times,  with  a  shrill  peacock 
voice,  was  a  pretty  Yum  Yum,  and  another  local  daugh- 
ter, Louise  Paullin,  extremely  pretty,  but  only  from 
the  chin  up,  forswore  dull  domesticity  for  the  stage, 
and  came  out  as  Pitti-Sing  with  the  Carleton  troupe. 

There  was  Max  Freeman ;  I  can  still  hear  his  strong 
German  inflections  calling  "Mungo,  diamonds!"  when, 
as  some  Brazilian  potentate  in  a  long  dead  operetta,  he 
showered  gems  on  those  he  favored.  He  was  a  good 
actor,  but  a  very  un-English  Bunthorne,  and  a  strongly 
Continental  Major-General.  There  was  Charles  Drew, 
little,  but  a  mighty  mine  of  laughter  as  Ko-Ko.  There 
was  Tom  Caselli,  who,  in  "Patience,"  suddenly  electri- 
fied his  adorers  by  shedding  the  burliness,  the  noridness, 
and  the  twirling  club  of  tin-  constable  in  "The  Pirates" 
and  coming  out  as  a  conquering  pretty  youth  in  the 
black  velvet  small-clothes  of  "Willovv-waly." 

And  so,  shades  of  the  past,  arc  et  vale!  And  now  we 
turn  to  the  future,  to  see  what  we  may  see. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


Juts  20,  1912. 


BRET  HARTE. 


'.-. :  ChUds   Merwin  Writes  a  Biography  with   Some  Ac- 

count of  the  California.  Pioneers. 


That  there  is  sc  greafi  a  disparity  between  oar  knowl- 
ret  Harte  the  writer  and  of  Brefi   Haste  the 
man  is  due  to  :.  i :        sextos,        a  competent  Iwk  grapher. 
e*s  life  os  Bret  Harte.  while  satisfactory  in  a 
way,  was   written   without  the  fullness   of  information 
that   only   time   can   give.     Isolated    fragments 
;;:-;-  have  been  given  to  the  world  from  time  to  time. 
•   it  is  probably  true  that  of  no  other  author  of  such 
•   50  little.    ~Sow  comes  this  substan- 
tial volume  from  the  pen  of  Mr.  Henry  Quids  Merwin, 
in  addition  to  the  biography  proper,  .gives  us  also 
"some   account  of  the   California   pioneers."     Ferhaps 
!    ]  xn  a  better  one  without   this 

Edmlonal  matter  tnax  is  not  strictly  pertinent  and  that 
:  ■: : ".  ;  not  new. 

That  Eret  Harte  was  a  laborious  workman  will  not! 
Bat  good    literary   work    is 
5.     It  is  only  the  tyro   who   can   "dash 
off"   a  masterpiece.     The  adept  toils   in  the  sweat  of 
■  vitii  merciless   self-criticism,   and  it  was  so 
with   Harte.     Mr.   Howells,  who  knew  him  well,   tells 
us  that  he  would  sit  lor  'lay  after  day  without  writing 
a   Iir. :  iMng  for  the   inspiration  that  would  not 

\~oah  Brooks  says  the  same,  and  speaks  of  him 
as  sticking  to  his  desk  through  the  long  hours  of  the 
I    :   "slowly   forging  those   masterpieces   which   cost 
.  :rly": 

"Harte    was    reticent   caucertiinc   his    work   while   it    was    itn 
■    gres&      He    never    let    the    air    in    upon    his    story    or    his 

;;  Once,  indeed,  he  asked  me  to  help  him  in  a  calculation 
to  ascertain  how  long  a  half-sack  of  flour  and  six  pounds   of 

■-.=at  would  last  a  given  number  of  persons.  This  was 
Efoe  i.T. : ..:-:  ::'  t  to  vision  he  had  allowed  his  outcasts  of  Poker 
j'-iz.  and  he  wanted  to  know  just  how  long  the  snowbound 
scapegoats  could  live  on  that  supply.  E  used  to  save  foi 
him  the  Eastern,  and  English  newspaper  notices  of  his  work, 
and  once,  when  he  had  looked  through   a  goodly  lot  of  these 

-;ry  notes,  he  said:  These  fellows  see  a  heap  of  things 
in  my  stories  that  I  never  put  there.'  " 

llr.  Sto«fcIard  recalls  this  incident:  "One  day  I  found  him 
pacing  the  floor  of  his  ofice  in  the  United  States  Hint:  he  was 
knitting  his  brows  and  staring  at  vacancy — I  wondered  why. 
He  was  watching  and  waiting  for  a  word,  the  right  word,  the 
one  word  of  all  others  to  fit  into  a  line  of  recently  written 
prase  I  suggested  one:  it  would  not  answer:  it  must  be  a 
word  of  two  syllables,  or  the  natural  rhythm  of  the  sentence 
would  suiter.     Thus  he  perfected  his  prose." 

.-.  nong  :he  notable  friends  of  Harte's  early  days  were 
the  Rev.  Thomas  Starr  King  and  Mrs,  Jessie  Benton 
Fremont,  daughter  of  Senator  Benton  and  wife  of  Gen- 
eral   Fremont,    best    known    as  the    Pathfinder.     Mrs. 
Fremont  was  always  a  friend  in  need,  and  it  was  by 
her  influence  that  Harte  made  his   appearance   in  the 
■~>'c  Monthly,    He  always  marvelled  at  her  worldly 
wisdom — "being  able  to  tell  one  how  to  make  a  living*": 
Mrs.  Fremont  was  an  extremely  clever,  kind-hearted  woman. 
who  assisted  Bret  Harte  greatly  by  her  advice  and  criticism, 
still  more   by  her  sympathy  and   encouragement.     Bret   Harte 
was  always   inclined  to   underrate  his  own  powers,  and  to   be 
fesgcedenUi  as  Ite   his  literary  future.     On  one  occasion  when. 
as    not   seldom    happened,    he   was   cast   down    by   his    troubles 
and  anxieties,  and  aim  est  in  despair  as  to   his  prospects.   Mss. 
Fremont  sent  him  some  more  cheering  news,  and  he  wrote  to 
her:     "I  shall  no  longer  disquiet  myself  about  changes  in  resi- 
dence or  anything  else,  for  I  believe  that  if  I  were  cast  upon 
a  desolate   island,  a  savage  would  come  to   me  next  morning 
sand  me  a  three-cornered  note  too   say  that  I  had  been 
•■  :r  at  Mrs.   Fremont's   request  at  a  salary  of 
.-  " :  a  year." 

Harte's    career   in    California    is    better   known   and 
therefore  of  less  general  interest  than  the  story  of  his 
.-  kfe.  but  the  author  gives  us  220  pages  of  the  fir- 
mer to  135  of  the  latter,  a  proportion  that  might  have 
been  reversed  without  detriment  to  the  biography,  al- 
gH  it  might  have  necessitated  a  curtailment  of  the 
descriptions  of  pioneer  life  which  may  be  obtained  so 
abundantly  elsewhere.    Harte  left  San  Francisco  in  Feb- 
ruary.  1871,  after  a  residence  of  seventeen  years  and 
.  -  issed  with  debts,  disputes,  cares,  and  anxieties, 
_  ESted  with  the  atmosphere  in  which  he  was  living": 
Bret  Harte  left  many  warm   friends  in  California,  and  they 
were   much   hurt,   in   some   cases    much   angered,   because   they 
never   had    a    word    from    him    afterward.     And    yet    it   is    ex- 
tremely doubtful  if  he  expected  any  such  result.     Certainly  it 
5.ini  and   friendly  feelings  may  still  exist, 
rh.  they  are  oof  ressed  in  letters.     Bret  Harte  was  in- 

dolent   and    procrastinating   about    everything   except    the    real 
business  of  his   life,   and  into   that  all  Eras   energy   was  poos 
And  there  was  another  reason   for  the  failure  to   communicate 
with  bis  old  friends,  which  has  probably  occurred  to  the  reader, 
and   which    is  in    a    private   letter    from    one   of  the 

very  persons  who  were    .  /   his  sflcmcc.     "He  went 

away  with  a  sore  heart.     He  had  care<.  difficulties,  harts  here, 
many,  and  they  may  have  embittered  him  against  all   tr- 
ot* the  past.'" 

Thi=  :s    true.     The    California    chapter    in    Bret 

Harte's  life  was  closed,  and  it  would  have  been  painful  for 
him  to  reopen  it  even  by  the  writing  of  a  letter.  To  say  this, 
however,  is  not  to  acquit  him  of  all  the  blame  in  the  matter. 

Certainly  the  excuse  is  a  feeble  one,  and  all  the  more 
feeble  for  the  fact  that  a  similar  indifference  tc 

sometimes  marked  the  days  o!  his  affluence 
as   well  as   those  of  his   poverty.     Indeed  an   instance 

.  while  he  was  on  his  way  Ea 

Before    Bret    Harte   left    California    he    had    been    in 

■..---  osed    to 
.   ..im  editor  so  -  ■  -        :":'        one  called  the 

iin-:r  was  arranged  to  Bake  place  soon 
"  I  -      ■     ■ 
the    men    who    vre    to    furnk' 

But  the  gotst      '  not  appear.     Man] 

were  told  in   explanation   of  Barte'a 

tied  by  Mr.  "When   I 

met  Harre  in  N".  w  York  I  asked  him  about  the  incident,  and 
he  sai  I  ieago    I  stayed  wit!-  .- .  f  my  wife's, 

.    :";-vi  Side,  or  the  East  Side,  or  the  North- 


east Side,  or  the  Lord  knows  where,  and  when  I  accepted 
an  invitation  to  dinner  hi  a  hotel  in  the  centre  of  the  city. 
I  expected  that  a  guide  would  be  sent  me.  I  was  a  stranger 
in  a   strange   city:    a   carriage  was   not   easily    to    be   obtained 

5   neighborhood  where  I  was,  and.  in  utter  ignorance  of 
the   way    I    should    take    to    reach    the    hotel.    I    waited    for    a 

guide  until  the  hour  for  .dinner  had  passed,  and  then  sat  iown 
as  your  friend  S.  F.  P.  said  So  yon  in  California,  "en  fesimBSe, 
with  my  family.'"     That's  all  there  was   to    it."  " 

Mr.  Pemberton.  commenting  on  this  explanation,  says  :  "T 
can  readily  picture  Bret  Harte,  as  the  unwelcome  dinner  hour 
appro  ached,  making  excuses  for  himself  and  conjuring  up 
that  hitherto  trasuggested  'guide/  " 

A  report  ci  this  incident  reached  Boston  before  Harte 
himself,  and  fearing1  a  similar  difficulty  with  his  distin- 
guished guest  Mr.  Howells  procured  the  best  hack 
available  and  drove  to  the  station  nimself  lest  Harte 
should  be  unwilling-  to  (trust  to  the  guidance  of  the  street- 
car. Mr.  Howells  was  then  assistant  editor  of  the 
Atlantic  Monthly,  the  editor-in-chief  being  Tames  Rus- 
sell Lowell,  but  Lowell  and  Harte.  says  Howells,  "were 
not  men  to  get  on  well  together,  Lowell  having  limita- 
tions in  directions  where  Harte  had  none.  Afterward, 
in  London,  they  did  not  meet  often  or  willingly."  In  a 
similar  way  Harte  and  Emerson  failed  to  impress  each 
other: 

Bret  Harte  was  taken  to  see  Emerson  at  Concord,  but  prob- 
ably without  much  profit  on  either  side,  though  with  some 
entertainment  for  the  younger  men.  "Emerson's  smoking," 
Mr.  Howells  relates,  "amused  Bret  Harte  as  a  Jovian  self- 
indulgence  divinely  out  of  character  with  so  supreme  a  god. 
and  he  shamelessly  burlesqued  it.  telling  how  Emerson  pro- 
posed having  a  'wet  night"  with  him.  over  a  glass  of  sherry. 
and  urged  the  wine  upon  his  young  friend  with  a  hospitable 
gesture   of  his   cicar." 

Harte  left  debts  behind  him  in  California  and  he 
speedily  acquired  new  ones  in  the  East.  Noah  Er:  o&s 
says  that  at  one  time  he  expressed  to  Mr.  Samuel 
Bowles  his  fears  of  a  scandal  and  that  Mr.  Bowles 
replied.  "Well,  it  does  seem  to  me  that  there  onght  tc 
be  enough  rich  men  in  Xew  York  to  keep  Harte 
a-going" : 

Once,  while  we  were  waiting  on  Broadway  for  a  stage  to 
take  him  down  town,  he  said,  as  the  lumbering  vehicle  hove  in 
sight,  "Lend  me  a  quarter ;  I  haven't  money  enough  to  pay 
my  stage  fare.,T  Two  or  three  weeks  later,  when  I  had  for- 
gotten the  incident,  we  stood  in  the  same  place  waiting  for 
the  same  stage,  and  Harte,  putting  a  quarter  of  a  dollar  in 
my  hand,  said:  "I  owe  you  a  quarter  and  there  it  is.  You 
hear  men  say  that  I  never  pay  my  debts,  but"  (this  with  a 
chuckle")  "you  can  deny  the  slander."  While  he  Kred  in 
Morristowu.  New  Jersey,  it  was  said  that  he  pocketed  postage 
stamps  sent  to  him  for  his  autographs,  and  these  applications 
were  so  numerous  that  with  them  he  paid  his  butcher's  bilk 
A  bright  lady  to  whom  this  story  was  told  declared  that  the 
tale  had  been  denied,  "on  the  authority  of  the  butcher."  No- 
body laughed  more  heartily  at  this  sally  than  Harte  did  when 
it  came  to   his   ears. 

Upon  one  occasion  an  impatient  creditor  impounded 
the  proceeds  of  one  of  Harte's  lectures,  much  to  the 
lecturer's  amusement,  who  remarked  that  he  was  living 
up  to  the  old  literary  tradition  of  Grub  Street  and  the 
Eleet  prison,  "with  Goldsmith.  Johnson,  and  all  the  rest 
of  the  old  masters  in  a  bunch" : 

It  is  highly  probable  that  in  his  own  mind,  though  perhaps 
half  unconsciously,  Bret  Harte  excused  himself  by  the  "old 
literary  tradition"  for  his  remissness  in  paying  his  debts. 
And  for  such  a  feeling  on  his  part  there  would  be,  the 
present  writer  makes  bold  to  say,  some  justification.  It  is  a 
crude  method  of  collecting  from  the  community  a  small  part 
of  the  compensation  due  to  the  author  for  the  pleasure  which 
he  has  conferred  upon  the  world  in  general.  The  method,  it 
must  be  admitted,  is  imperfectly  just.  The  particular  butcher 
or  grocer  to  whom  a  particular  poet  is  indebted  may  have  a 
positive  distaste  for  polite  literature,  and  might  naturally  ob- 
ject to  paying  for  books  which  other  people  read.  Neverthe- 
less there  is  an  element  of  wild  justice  in  the  attitude  of 
the  poet.  The  world  owes  him  a  living,  and  if  the  world 
does  not  pay  its  debt,  why.  then,  the  debt  may  fairly  be 
levied  upon  the  world  in  such  manner  as  is  possible.  This 
at  least  is  to  be  said  :  the  extravagance  or  improvidence  of  a 
man  like  Bret  Harte  stands  upon  a  very  different  footing 
from  that  of  an  ordinary  person.     We  should  be  ashamed  not 

snow  some  consideration,  even  in  money  matters,  for  the 
soldier  who  has  served  his  country  in  time  of  war:  and  the 
romancer  who  has  contributed  to  the  entertainment  of  the 
race   is   entitled   to    a   similar   indulgence. 

Harte's  embarrassment  became  so  pressing  that  his 
friends  persuaded  President  Hayes  to  appoint  him  as 
United  States  commercial  agent  at  Crefeld  in  Prussia. 
He  sailed  in  June,  1878.  little  thinking  that  he  was 
never  to  return : 

The  impression  that  Bret  Harte  received  from  Europe — and 
it  is  the  one  that  every  uncontaminated  American  must  re- 
ceive— may  be  gathered  from  a  letter  written  to  him  by  his 
younger  son.  then  a  small  boy.  '"We  drove  out  the  other  day 
through  a  lovely  road  bordered  with  fine  poplar  trees,  and 
Eke  a  garden  walk  than  a  country  road,  to  the  Rhine, 
which  is  but  two  miles  and  a  half  from  this  place.  The  road 
had  been  built  hy  Napoleon  the  First  when  he  was  victorious 
everywhere,  and  went  straight  on  through  every:.:  -  prop- 
erty, and  even  over  their  dead  bones.  Suddenly  to  the  right 
we  saw  the  rains  of  an  old  castle,  vine-clad  and  crumbling, 
exactly  like  a  scene  on  the  stage.  It  was  all  very  wonderfol- 
Eut  papa  thought,  after  all,  he  was  glad  his  boys  live  in  a 
country-  that  is  as  yet  quite  pare,  and  sweef,  and  good;  not  in 
one  where  every  field  seems  to  cry  out  with  the  remembrance 
of  bloodshed  and  wrong,  and  where  so  many  people  have 
lived  and  surtered.  that  tonight,  under  this  clear  moon,  their 
very  ghosts  seemed  to  throng  the  road  and  dispute  our  right 
of  way.  Be  thankful,  my  dear  boy.  that  you  are  an  Ameri- 
can. Papa  was  never  so  fond  of  his  country  before,  as  in 
this  land  that  has  been  so  great,  so  powerful,  and  so  very, 
very  hard  and  wicked." 

Harte  remain  t  1  I :  r  two  years  at  Crefeld  and  wa  • 
transferred  to  the  more  lucrative  consulship  at  Glas- 
His  wife  did  not  accompany  him  to  Crefeld.  and 
they  never  met  again  so  far  as  is  known.    The  author 

jgests  that  he  was  not  very  strenuous  in  the  per- 
formance of  his  consular  duties.  He  lectured  a  good 
-leal  in  the  country  and  was  apt  to  succumb  to  the  at- 
tractions of  London.  Here  is  a  letter  that  he  wrote 
to  Mr.  Pemberton,  giving  an  illustration  of  the  spor 
spirit  of  the  English  boy 

Mi    Dear    Pembertqm  :     Don't    be   alarmed    if   you.    should 


hear    of    my    nearly    having   blown    the   top   of   my   head   off. 
Last    llonday   I   had    my    face    badly    ;u:    by   the   recoil   of  an 

overloaded  gun.     I  do   not  know  yet  beneath  these  bandages 

whether  I  shall  be  permanently  marked.     At  present  I  am  in- 
visible, and  have  tried  to  keep  the  accident  a  secret.     When 
lc    surgeon  was   srlcching  me  ucrether.   the   s:n   :f  :he  h:u=r. 
a  ':■■::■    of  twelve,  came  timidly  to  the  door  of  my  room.     Tell 

llr.  Bret  Harte  it's  all  right/  he  said,  'he  fritted  she  bare.   ' 

Harte's  indifference  feo  Ms  social  duties  was  as  marked 

In  London  is  elsewhere: 

Mr.  Moncuxe  Conway.  :::  '_::;  .:..::: 
ing  reminiscence  ■;:  E  reo  Harte's  proneness  to  escape  from 
what  are  known  as  "social  duties."  Mrs.  Conway  "received"' 
on  Monday  afternoons,  and  Bret  Harte  had  told  her  that  he 
would  be  present  on  a  particular  Monday — but  he  failed  to 
appear — much  to  the  regret  of  some  persons  who  had  been 
invited  for  the  occasion.  "When,  chancing'  to  meet  him." 
writes  Mrs.  Conway.  "I  alluded  to  the  disappointment;  he 
asked  forgiveness  and  said,  Tl  will  come  next  Monday — even 
-':...-'  -gh  I  precise. 

He  had  a  constant  dread  that  his  friendship  or  acquaint- 
ance would  be  soughc  on  account  of  his  writings,  rather  than 
for  himself.  A  lady  who  sat  next  to  Mm  at  dinner  without 
learning  his  nameT  afterward  remarked.  '"I  have  always  Iong=i 
to  meet  him.  and  I  would  have  been  so  different  had  I  only 
known  who  my  neighbor  was.""  This,  unfarttmately,  being  re- 
peated  ::  Bret  Harte,  he  exclaimed.  "Xow.  why  can't  a  woman 
realize  chat  this  sort  ::"  Thing  is  k^'tkc:  ...  If  Mrs. 
talked  with  me.  and  found  me  uninteresting  as  a  roan. 


how  could  she  expect  to  find  me  interesting  because  I  was 

an  amino  r  -  ' 

The  author  says  that  among  the  reasons  that  im- 
pelled Bret  Harte  to  live  in  England  was  "'the  soothing 
effect  upon  the  hustling  American"  of  the  English 
atmosphere.  He  liked  the  caste  distinctions,  as  must 
often  be  the  case  with  those  who  belong  to  the  superior 
caste,  "although  the  American  may  have  some  qualms" : 

Furthermore,  strange  as  it  may  seem,  the  position  of  an 
author,  per  se  is.  no  doubt,  higher  in  London  (though  perhaps 
not  elsewhere  in  England)  than  it  is  in  the  United  States- 
With  us.  the  well-to-do  publisher  has  a  better  standing  in 
what    is    call;  I      :  than    the    impecunious   author.     In 

London  the  reverse  would  be  the  case.  JSrew  York  and  Bos- 
ton looked  askance  upon  Bret  Harte.  doubting  if  fee  were  quite 
respectable;  bat  London  welcomed  him.  Bret  Harte  was  often 
asked  to  lecture  in  England,  and  especially  to  speak  or  write 
upon  English  customs  or  English  society;  but  he  always  re- 
fused, being  unwilling,  as  Thackeray  was  in  regard  to  the 
United  States,  either  to  censure  a  people  from  whom  he  had 
received  greau.  hospitality,  or  to  praise  them  at  the  expense 
of   truth. 

The  author  takes  some  trouble  to  arrive  at  his  hero's 
real  character  and  he  is  unsparing  when  he  believes 
that  he  has  hit  upon  some  salient  truth.     In  more  than 

one  place  we  have  such  summaries  as  this: 

He  would  have  risked  his  life  for  a  present  friend,  but 
was  capable  of  neglecting  an  absent  one. 

This  contradiction,  if  it  be  such,  affords  a  clew  to  his  char- 
acter. In  spite  of  his  amiability,  kindness,  generosity,  there 
was  in  Bret  Harte  an  element  of  cruelty.  Even  Ms  natural 
improvidence  in  money  matters  can  hardly  excuse  bifn  for 
selling  the  copyright  of  all  his  stories  as  they  came  out, 
leaving  no  income  to  be  derived  from  them  after  his  death. 

Mr.  Merwin's  estimate  of  Bret  Harte's  literary  work 
is  similarly  inclusive.  He  was  a  sentimentalist  and  his 
stories  "are  a  legacy  to  the  world,  as  full  of  inspiration 

as  of  entertainment: 

It  was  not  by  accident  or  as  the  result  of  mere  literary 
taste  that  he  selected  from  the  chaos  of  California  life  the 
heroic  and  the  pathetic  incidents-  Those  who  know  Cali- 
fornia only  through  his  tales  and  poems  naturally  think  that 
the  asp  ect  of  it  which  Bret  Karte  presents  was  the  only 
aspect :  that  the  pioneer  life  which  would  have  impressed  any 
other  observer  just  as  it  impressed  him,  the  single  difference 
being  that  Bret  Harte  had  the  ability  to  report  what  he  saw 
and  heard.  But  such  is  not  the  case.  Bret  Harte's  repre- 
sentation of  California  is  true;  there  is  no  exaggeration  in 
it ;  but  there  were  other  aspects  of  life  there  which  would 
have  been  equally  true.  If  we  were  to  call  up  in  imagination 
the  various  story-writers  of  Bret  Harte's  day.  it  would  be 
easy  to  guess  what  features  of  life  on  the  Golden  Slope  would 
have  attracted  them,  had  they  been  there  in  the  days  of  the 
pioneers ;  how  the  social  peculiarities  of  San  Francisco,  with 
its  Saraboyant  demi-monde  and  its  early  appeal  to  the  divorce 
court,  would  have  interested  one ;  how  the  adventures  of 
outlaws  and  robbers  would  have  filled  the  mind  of  another; 
and  how  a  third  would  have  been  content  to  describe  the  pic- 
turjesqne  traits  of  the  Spanish  inheritors  of  the  soJL 

Bret  Harte  does  indeed  touch  upon  all  these  points  and 
upon  many  others — not  a  phase  of  California  life  escaped 
him — but  he  does  not  dwell  upon  them.  His  main  theme  is 
those  heroic  impulses  of  loyalty,  of  chivalry,  of  love,  of  pure 
friendship,  which  are  strong  enough  to  triumph  over  death 
and  the  fear  of  death,  and  which,  nevertheless,  are  often 
found  where,  except  to  the  discerning  eye  of  sympathy,  their 
existence  would  be  wholly  unsuspected. 

Mr.  Merwin,  in  spite  of  some  faults  of  construction, 

has  given  us  the  best  existing  picture  of  Bret  Harte, 
a  picture  that  "sets  down  naught  in  malice"  hut  that 
leaves  nothing  to  be  desired  in  the  way  of  frank  and 
outspoken  candor. 

The  Life  of  Bret  Harte.  By  Henry  Childs  Mer- 
win.   Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $3. 


Thousands  of  fireflies  caused  terror  among  workmen 
employed  in  the  powder  mills  at  -dtltna,  Indiana,  recently 
following  a  thunderstorm.  The  insects,  driven  from 
the  Kankakee  marshes  by  the  storm,  settled  down  upon 
a  tank  containing  several  hundred  gallons  of  nitro- 
glycerin. The  employees  saw  the  brilliantly  illumi- 
nated bugs  near  the  great  tank  and  immediately  scat- 
--_:  running  :err:r-^r:  dcen  ::;  all  directions  in  the 
fear  that  the  tank  would  explode.  It  required  nearly 
an  hour  for  foremen  of  the  mills  to  dispel  the  fears  of 
the  employees  and  induce  them  to  return  to  work. 

Three  Indiana  men  returned  recently  from  a  dragon- 
fly hunt  in  British  Guiana  and  Trinidad.  The  fly- 
catchers are  L.  A.  Williamson,  president  of  the  Wells 
County  Bank  of  Bluffton,  Indiana;  his  son,  E.  B.  Wil- 
liamson, and  D.  J.  Rainey,  a  lumber  dealer  of  Bluffton. 
E.  B.  Williamson  has  a  collection  of  25,000  dragon 
flies,  including  1200  varieties.  He  collects  uiem  justas 
a  hobby. 


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t- ■:■■?:    h:T="'-f?    ""-f'2     : :     ;v:-.      :   :^    ':■'!-      ~r.  it  L 

l\r":r.     Heit      i"i     T ::. : ": : ;      Comjony-         Mr. 
"'":l'>zzs:  - '?    =:"r    ~~^t-    25    aa    abionnding   iua- 
"  ..  1 2  r.  2  z        ..  '.    —  '.      ■;  —  _  2  ">"■  ~~z.  ■'.  7. '. 
enective  either  in  basamess  or  I 

_~e  ?t2r^"  ^5  1  ~  :.  2 .  t  .?  it  ^z^ni.  ~.—t 
.  :J2iat  we  can  easily  detect  the  in- 
diridaal  worh  of  ahe  two  aathors.  but  2th  e 
blending  is  saccessfaMy  dore.  and  if  the  dia- 
' :  ~i.=  2F  =:  ~f :.:.::"  t5  1  little  stilted  .:  ;  E  ;'L22... 
defect  in  an  impressiTe  piece 
"*White  Ashes*  sh onl d   Domamaan d   3  large   an d 

.':  "      22.2:- 

tinctive  novels    ::   :r.t    day. 


of    the    mania]    cG'Dtrsci.    bat    nowadayE    ~~rt 
ranged  all  that  in  favor  of  a  simplified 
system  winch  penr.: ~ s    and   iiidpfd    ._: 

12      "■  TL'^lt'-  tT     :  •■  .-     TZ32- 

ters  of  sex.     It  is   called    the    r  . 

expression. 

■   the   :;-...,  ha=    afl- 

■■  tt  Mrs.   Saintshnry  lander  carioms  cir- 
DinmsSances.     Kt  is  a  -:  ..     -   ■■- 

grounds 

he    saw    a    woman    snatch    her    wedding    ring 

■       aec   hand    ard    threw    it    ^-.-.-ay.      It    was 

:erary  material   and   infy  made  its  ap- 

':-".-■:    . '.     Z    :  -  77.  :    next    EovtL      When    at 

-  ■.    meets  Mrs,   Saintsbary  in   London   he 

Tt---:--j:~:jzt~   her   3s  the  heroine    of  the   country 

s    .    .    and    when   she   reads    the    novel    she 

knows    that    ^ohanra    is    w    possession    of   her 

st  2:2;..       ~       :r  z7i    :~   -.    -.-_■—    ■:■•' 

standing  bettween  them,  and  it  leads  bo  mach- 

Eat   there    seems   no    adequate    "-■-:.    t:--,- 

Mrs.  Saintsl'ury  should  be  estranged  Ea  : 

a!        -    '    "■'.'  shonH    fell  in  love  with 

Cc'bum.     If  they  were  1    w  people     re  she 
call  it  nmashan  2  .  aft  perhaps  flhe  Sev- 

en :-.      rommandment     was    not 
wealth,     2  add  nn        r    the    new    -m  ■t'man.       Mr. 
5-aintsbar:'"    is    no!    e2>:3ci]y    an    -esthetic    star. 
■       nseivafiivc  and  odd      i  it  none 

the  less  a  man  of  marhed  attainments  and  of 
fine  :■':.-"-  2: .-..  "iV~  ^r'2  -.  ■  r-y  f:r  '.■' -  Sl:-ts- 
bary.  and  we  do  not  thin",:  that  has  -'r't  ~3? 
at  all  a  nice  woman,  although  the  author 
seems  to  wish  that  we  should  thinh  sc 
'.'7 1  —inner  of  her  si ory-t elling  2-  beyond 
□r  :':  sm.      It   is   cHevea        .     .    b£     and  -"vi'tty. 

Thi    Dffiw-FDjna.      JBy    Charles    MarriotL      JBffesr 
:    -j.     Joiag  Lazie  CoinpaoT:   $]L30  aei_ 


■  "-"    tt     As:=:e=  ?      -■.-     P.     Ksnr.tdy     -~~i 

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S j-T?  --z 

Z-t  '?•'--  ~z    z:  y.  -::7? 

The  las*  few  ~e3rs  b  i  Mfamessed  1 
maxfeed  i~  7  r  2  ~  e  —  f '.   .7.  2 22 1    -"_  ~ .  ~  7   ~  2   *-  ••  j*     . 

:   ;  -    is   7 :  : .-        -    -  -  ■  -  2      I~-^s 

and  rulers  and  that  nuaikes  at  least  2in  effort 
in  the  direction  of  national  record.     Bat  much 

":  ~".  2.   "  ^      2  .        .   ;       L     ~.  t        .22  7.  7      2  .       7  '.  22-  f  .5  "  ' 

;e.s  Kit     2.    F.cblnscn-      K  -2    7      he    7T~.a;F 

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historian  is  therefore  a  selective  one.  He 
linnT't  mate  an  albsir7  7".    if   those    portions   of 

77772177      3  77."'".  Tj"      2  2  7"      7.7      bt     7 '■  eS      12       7'i      ~:57 

nnportnntt,  and  so  we  are  thrown  nwarik  npon 

7.  \~     ".  72  32  "'"_  7  _  7..         .   .  -7"T7.  ;.277_ 

.    :  ■      "         "  "  ..      .  :     "  2  7      ~      :~     7:     '  7  2  7  7  77 

into  re"--  n  vid  fife  as  we  now  toow 

2     :.-7_  -::    -.-   .-.   72737   -3'"2    2-2727  kt77^vr    3   3^:\- 

77i3     -.-777;     13"  7:";      2  2  .  7  72      71     227     3  .:''".'.  7. 

""'7S2     b-;     2'      ~'-Z,:~     1     72"277.1.27~     22     7  7  7  7  7  7SS.     7  - 

2  as  res    .ted  in  presen; 

He  naast  select  from       e  tihose  737- 

r::'.:.:    :77^:75    2 :"     ■73277777;    13  3    1  eve.  ■:  7  — 1~* 

2  =      777    7.~--r    2  73  737  3: 

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2  7..       '.'12       2;       277       "  2  _  5 

history  in  the  history  of  the  race  ~  .  ws8 
oafeaaders  are  prohahly  the  school  histories, 
bat  it  is     .:;'   23757  thai   377  :he  73-52 

5"  ■  ■  7    -■■:: 

7  ~.     73  7     7  7  3  3     12      7;  !  7  7X77. 

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CWi3  HueS^i  LibraTieEi- 
Thexe   is    i    :  7  2".  2        -3.  itarines=        ■■.  nt   sach 
a   reminder   35"  2 _  e    days    when   boots 

were  rare  and  precioas  objects,  7771  37ed  with 
a   "T3si    labor   and    treasured   with    an 
77.77.     When  we  77.33  thai!   St  Psrikajmans  de- 

STT-yef      3      CC'pj       7-f      1*3:3      2  >7  317  57      7  7      3.53  7  - 

proved  of  it?  theology  we  recall  rath  a  sh7'ch 
22  ;     might    easily    have    bsen    the     only 

: .  7  -•  7-":.3"7.  and  ■  ■■:-  wonder  how  many  other 
"  e  2337  were  icraally  aniqae  may  have 
7.  7i  with  3  5-77.--17  i"nt  33  3  been  Dost  to  the 
world  1:77-77.  Z  :  7~:  ties;  3  3  r-odly  n-amber. 
Mr.  Savage  gives  ns  a  histoiy  of  the  mak- 
733.  ii'llection.  and  377  27"  booDss  inriaag  the 
middle  ages  that  =h">ws  commendable  scholar - 
5 .  1  as  well  as  nmdmstry  We  7.  ave  chanters 
on  the  literature  of  the  monasteries,  the  li- 
braries of  charches.  .cathedrals,  and  aaivegsar- 
ties,  the  .257  77"  boohs  towaid  the  end  27  137 
manascript     ceriod.     the     charaOber     of     the 

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b'7-r.l-s  circclated  among  the  people-  The  au- 
thor gives  as  2  glimpse  of  the  day  "373  the 
warn  who  had  read  a  book,  or  who  could 
77.37  3  ':.':  :'■■  ■■■■■35  3  nut;-  when  737  7 2  733 7  e - 
tion  01  a  1  :  k  was  an  event  or  first  :__~  "7- 
tance.  Thus  --t  rui  7777  Edward  I  owned 
ks  -  : .  :  L  a~\  b  E£  off  7777_ai7;e  '  3323 
that  there  -etc      neaxb  a:    _'  1  - 

I  .  ■  7  77-3  and  that  "Thomas  it  li 
Mare.  wenBthy  csmon  off  V:-3.  amnaed  S773.7 
six  law  boohs  .7   another  canon  of  Yosh 

7     2     9  -  . ' "  i  -2  7.      1 1 1  2  I :  :       127.2  717  "7:S3372  2"    in    ChaXaC- 

12-  777  value  of  7-7.  Savage's  work  is  in- 
creased by  thirty-five  plales  as  well  as  mn- 
m'eroas.   te7>7t   j^juFTTatiiins. 

■27     LlX3L-\TJ2E5.        TpT    llTT:f?l     A.      Savage. 

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serned  with  the  *-■■.- 
X   .-'ii'ins.    and    pageants.      I; 
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with     enthasiasm,    while    a    bi!7    .  -    - 
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'2   theiir   neseanches. 

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as   Socialism.    5 .  -  .  -..._.. 

lory   as    solutions    of   the   proble-       I     - 
77   we   must   fall  back  upon   the    - 
75.  a  move  that  probably  we  shall  never 
"    .  ■  "        i''7.5  us.     Mr.   7  1 
T     : 

and    goc'd-wilb"    and    certainly   iff   we   had   bat 

a    52m.aH   nocasure    -i    these    virtues   v.  7    a    . 

safety  Heave  ^3-5  12   1.3^:7   came   of  ti:3i- 

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will  teD  vou  so  before  long  in  the  unwelcome  language  of 
cvlinder  troubles — pounding,  misfiring  and  carbon  deposits. 

IER0LEHE 

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to  the  mmrmum. 

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we  hare  worked  out  with  great  care  in  order  to  secure  the  par- 
ricular  lubricating  qualities  required  for  a  gas  engine. 

Yon  secure  die  benefit  of  on  masy  years 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20,  1912. 


HE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Abolition  Crusade. 

The  author  seems  to  be  well  qualified  alike 
by  education,  environment,  and  temperament 
to  discuss  the  abolition  crusade.  He  was  born 
in  the  South  of  slave-holding  parents.  He 
fought  throughout  the  war  as  a  Confederate 
soldier,  and  he  tells  us  that  after  Appomatox 
he  confessed  to  his  father  that  he  believed 
slavery  to  be  wrong.  He  was  then  informed 
that  his  mother  had  been  an  avowed  emanci- 
pationist. Subsequently  he  became  a  mem- 
ber of  Congress  and  was  Secretary  of  the 
Navy  under  President  Cleveland.  Mr.  James 
Ford  Rhodes  says  rightly  in  his  prefatory 
note  that  such  an  experience  is  an  excellent 
training  for  the  treatment  of  any  aspect  of 
the  Civil  War,  and  that  we  have  an  excellent 
treatment  there  can  be  no  doubt  after  a 
perusal  of  the  work. 

Mr.  Herbert  evidently  believes  strongly  that 
slavery  would  have  been  abolished  by  the 
South  but  for  the  outcry  in  the  North  that 
effectually  ended  the  nascent  movement  to 
that  end.  He  emphasizes  his  further  belief 
that  "the  initial  cause  of  all  our  troubles" 
was,  not  slavery,  but  "the  formation  by  Gar- 
rison of  those  abolition  societies."  More  sur- 
prising still,  he  draws  a  comparison  between 
the  recent  burning  of  a  negro  at  Coatesville 
and  the  burning  of  the  Federal  Constitution 
at  Framingham  "by  that  other  excited  mob 
of  madmen,  under  Garrison,  on  the  fourth  day 
of  July,  1854.  One  body  of  outlaws  was  de- 
fying the  laws  of  Pensylvania ;  the  other  was 
defying  the  fundamental  laws  of  the  nation." 
Such  a  comparison  is  one  to  regret  and  is 
in  contrast  with  the  generally  temperate  and 
balanced  tone  of  the  book. 

Mr.  Herbert  rejoices  in  the  destruction  of 
slavery,  while  his  review  of  present  condi- 
tions shows  him  to  be  a  warm  friend  of  the 
negro.  While  his  book  is  based  wholly  upon 
the  ordinarily  known  sources  of  information, 
his  point  of  view  is  a  novel  one  and  his  treat- 
ment more  than  ordinarily  judicial. 

The  Abolition  Crusade  and  Its  Consequences. 
By  Hilary  A.  Herbert.  New  York:  Charles  Scrib- 
ner's  Sons;  $1  net. 

A  Book  of  Scoundrels. 

Mr.  Whibley  might  perhaps  have  spent  his 
time  more  profitably  than  in  the  preparation 
of  these  condensed  biographies  of  celebrated 
rascals,  but  at  least  he  has  done  it  well  and 
with  a  well  feigned  note  of  regret  for  the 
good  old  days  of  Moll  Cutpurse,  Jonathan 
Wild,  Gilderoy,  Jack  Sheppard,  George  Bar- 
rington,  and  Gentleman  Harry.  The  criminal 
is,  of  course,  still  with  us,  but  the  crime  of 
romance  has  become  more  like  a  Chinese 
puzzle  and  has  lost  whatever  charms  may  be 
supposed  to  have  centred  around  the  robbery 
by  sheer  physical  daring  and  the  escape  that 
depended  upon  speed  and  courage.  Crime, 
like  everything  else,  has  become  specialized 
and  intellectualized.  Its  success  depends  up- 
on the  mind  rather  than  upon  the  body,  and 
probably  its  depravities  are  all  the  greater  for 
the  change. 

A  Book  of  Scoundrels.  By  Charles  Whibley. 
New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $1.50  net. 


we  are  willing  to  comply  with  the  conditions. 
Public  speaking  is  an  art,  and  must  be  studied 
as  an  art.  The  mind  must  be  saturated  with 
the  knowledge  that  it  is  intended  to  convey, 
and  not  until  this  has  been  done  can  the  ques- 
tion of  mechanism  become  a  practical  one. 
But  so  far  as  the  mechanism  is  concerned  Mr. 
Pertwee  does  everything  for  the  aspirant  that 
can  be  done.  He  shows  him  how  to  set 
forth  his  wares  to  the  best  possible  advan- 
tage. He  encourages  him  to  stock  his  vocabu- 
lary, to  read  the  most  helpful  literature,  to 
study  his  audiences,  and  to  cultivate  the  plat- 
form graces.  And,  finally,  he  gives  a  selec- 
tion from  some  of  the  great  orations  that 
will  repay  study  as  models  of  what  public 
speaking  should  be. 

The  Art  of  Effective  Public  Speaking.  By 
Ernest  Pertwee.  New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.; 
$1.25    net.  _ 

New  Books  Received. 

Provincial  and  Local  Taxation  in  Canada,  by 
Solomon  Vineberg,  Ph.  D.;  The  Spirit  of  Chi- 
nese Philanthropy,  by  Yu-Yue  Tsu,  Ph.  D.; 
A  Comparative  Study  of  the  Law  of  Corpora- 
tions with  Particular  Reference  to  the  Pro- 
tection of  Creditors  and  Shareholders,  by  Ar- 
thur K.  Kuhn,  Ph.  D.,  LL.  B.;  British  Radi- 
calism, by  Walter  Phelps  Hall.  New  York:  Co- 
lumbia  University. 

Issued  in  Studies  in  History,  Economics,  and 
Public  Law. 

The  New  Navy  of  the  United  States.  By 
N.  L.  Stebbins.  Introduction  by  Admiral  George 
Dewey.  With  a  supplement  on  the  Revenue  Cut- 
ter Service,  and  an  article  by  Captain  Preston  H. 
Uberroth,  R.  C.  S.  New  York:  Outing  Publish- 
ing Company;   $1.50  net. 

Old  Testament  Stories.  Edited  by  James  R. 
Rutland.  New  York:  Silver,  Burdett  &  Co.;  45 
cents. 

For  use  in  secondary  schools. 

The   Principal   Girl.      By  J.   C.    Snaith.     New 
York:    Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;   $1.25   net. 
A  novel. 

The  Realm  of  Ends,  or  Pluralism  and  Theism. 
By  James  Ward,  Sc.  D.,  F.  B.  A.  New  York:  G. 
P.    Putnam's  Sons;    $3.25   net. 

An  endeavor  to  ascertain  what  we  can  know 
or  reasonably  believe  concerning  the  constitution 
of  the  world  interpreted  throughout  and  strictly 
in  terms  of  mind. 

Apple  Growing.     By  M.  C.  Burritt.     New  York: 
Outing  Publishing  Company;    70  cents. 
Issued   in    Outing  Handbooks. 

Our  Baby.  By  Ralph  Oakley  Clock,  M.  D. 
New  York:   D.  Appleton  &  Co.;   $1.25   net. 

"A  concise  and  practical  guide  for  the  use  of 
mothers   and   feeding  of  babies." 

The  Supreme  Court  and  the  Constitution. 
By  Charles  A.  Beard.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company;  $1  net. 

A  consideration  of  the  functions  of  the  Su- 
preme   Court. 

The  Philosophy  of  Schiller  in  Its  Histor- 
ical Relations.  By  Emil  Carl  Wihn,  Ph.  D. 
Boston:  John  W.  Luce  &  Co. 

An  account  of  the  main  stages  of  Schiller's  re- 
flective thought. 


China. 

Dr.  Archibald  R.  Colquhoun  has  made  such 
substantial  additions  to  the  revised  issue  of 
his  "China  in  Transformation"  that  it  may 
rank  almost  as  a  new  work.  Of  its  authority 
there  can  be  no  question.  The  author  is  not 
only  a  life-long  student  of  Chinese  affairs  but 
for  many  years  has  been  on  terms  of  intimate 
friendship  with  Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen.  Indeed,  if 
our  memory  serves  us  aright,  it  was  Dr.  Col- 
quhoun who  secured  the  release  of  Sun  Yat 
Sen  after  his  abduction  by  the  Chinese  em- 
bassy in  London,  and  he  was  informed  by 
Sun  Yat  Sen  that  he  was  seldom  without  a 
copy  of  his  work  and  had  purchased  as  many 
as  fifteen  copies  for  distribution  among  his 
friends. 

The  author's  general  survey  of  the  situa- 
tion is  as  ample  and  instructive  as  unusual 
and  deep  knowledge  can  make  it.  But  a  spe- 
cial interest  will  attach  to  his  cautious  fore- 
cast of  the  future.  And  Dr.  Colquhoun  is  not 
sanguine  of  the  immediate  future  of  China. 
The  establishment  of  a  republic  was  a  last 
resort,  and  from  the  native  point  of  view 
hardly  an  acceptable  one.  The  functions  of 
the  emperor  were  religious  as  well  as  social. 
He  was  the  Son  of  Heaven  as  well  as  the 
apex  of  the  national  structure,  and  Sons  of 
Heaven  can  hardly  be  elected  by  popular  vote. 
The  Manchus  had  made  themselves  impos- 
sible. The  Mings  are  extinct  except  for  some 
peasant  representatives,  and  therefore  there 
was  no  alternative  save  a  republic.  The  dan- 
ger, says  the  author,  is  that  there  may  be 
more  than  one  republic.  China  has  split  sev- 
eral times  before,  "and  if  the  strong  sec- 
tional spirit  which  has  been  discerned  in  the 
recent  movement  continues  it  is  likely  that 
she  will  split  again."  It  is  a  sombre  out- 
look, but  it  is  one  that  is  sustained  upon 
every  page  of  this  weighty  and  comprehensive 
survey. 

China  in  Transformation.  By  Archibald  R. 
Colquhoun.  New  York:  Harper  &  Brothers;  $1.50 
net. 

Public  Speaking. 
The   author   encourages   us   to   believe    that 
we  may  all  be.ome  public  speakers  provided 


Death  of  Robert  Barrett  Browning. 
Robert  Wiedemann  Barrett  Browning,  only 
son  of  Robert  and  Elizabeth  Barrett  Brown- 
ing, died  July  8  at  Asolo,  Italy,  where  he  had 
established  an  industrial  school  as  a  memorial 
to  his  mother.  This  close  of  the  Browning 
line  comes  in  the  hundredth  year  from  the 
birth  of  the  poet.  Barrett  Browning,  as  he  was 
known,  was  an  artist.  His  "A  Worker  in 
Brass,"  exhibited  at  the  Royal  Academy  in 
1878,  attracted  attention  because  of  the 
painter  and  of  the  promise  it  held  out  that 
young  Browning  would  meet  the  hopes  which 
had  been  entertained  by  his  poet  mother. 
Barrett  Browning  was  born  in  1849.  He 
lived  the  greater  part  of  his  life  in  Italy. 
When  Elizabeth  Browning  died,  the  Floren- 
tines asked  that  the  boy  be  educated  in  Italy. 
This  the  father  declined  to  promise.  Barrett 
adopted  art  as  a  profession,  and  studied  at 
Antwerp.  He  returned  to  Italy  and  lived 
with  his  father  in  the  Palazzo  Rezzonico, 
Venice,  where,  on  December  12,  1889,  Rob- 
ert Browning  died  in  the  very  day  that  he 
had  succeeded  in  persuading  the  local  au- 
thorities to  consent  to  his  purchase  of  a  piece 
of  ground  at  Asolo.  It  was  on  this  ground 
that  Robert  Browning  had  intended  building 
his  "Pippa's  Tower."  Here  the  son  Barrett 
erected  his  home.  Barrett  Browning  was 
married  in  1887  to  Fannie  Coddington  of  New 
York,  whom  he  had  known  since  childhood. 
They  separated  some  fifteen  years  ago  and 
lived  apart  for  five  years,  but  were,  later, 
reconciled,  only  to  separate  again.  Mrs. 
Browning  is  living  in  Europe.  Browning's 
most  notable  literary  venture  was  the  publica- 
tion in  1899  of  "The  Love  Letters  of  Robert 
and  Elizabeth  Browning." 


An  evidence  of  what  people  are  reading 
this  summer  is  found  in  the  new  editions 
of  books  which  the  Macmillan  Company  have 
been  forced  to  print  within  the  last  few 
weeks.  Of  Kathleen  Norris's  "Mother"  there 
have  been  three  editions  in  two  weeks;  of 
Jane  Addams's  "A  New  Conscience  and  an 
Ancient  Evil"  there  have  also  been  three  edi- 
tions in  two  weeks,  while  the  third  edition  of 
William  Hawley  Smith's  "All  the  Children  of 
All  the  People,"  and  a  second  of  W.  A.  Mc- 
Keever's  "Farm  Boys  and  Girls"  are  just 
from  the  press.  From  this  it  would  seem 
that  serious  works  as  well  as  fiction  find  favor 
in  the  vacation  months. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 

To  a  Fifty- Year- Old  Man. 
When  Herace  taught  us  in  our  youth, 

My   Postumus,   that  years  were  flying, 
We   laughed;    the   venerable    truth 

Was  evident  beyond  denying. 

We  found  it,   learned  at  second  hand, 

The  dreariest  of  commonplaces; 
Today  we  better  understand 

The   meaning   of    Eheu    fugaces. 

But,  though  'tis  well  nigh  fifty  year 
Since  first  you  sucked  your  baby  coral, 

You  shall  not  on  your  birthday  hear 
From  me  the   dark  Horatian   moral. 

You  still  can  walk  your  thirty  mile, 
Your  eye  is  clear,  your  hand  is  steady; 

And  who,  that  once  had  seen  you  smile, 
Would    call    you    middle-aged    already? 

Yet  boys   at  college   think  us  old. 
And    grow   polite   and    deferential ; 

Young  girls  are  either  shy  and  cold, 
Or  but  too  kind  and  confidential. 

And  there  is   many  another  sign 
To  warn  us  that  our  age  advances; 

Our  care,  for  instance,  how  we  dine, 
Our  weariness  of  new   romances. 

New  catch  words  to  our  ears  are  brought; 

Ideals,   too,   have  changed   their    fashion; 
Now  art  would  masquerade  as  thought, 

And  thought  apologize  for  passion. 

Some,  conscious  of  their  briefer  day, 
Refuse  to   listen,   vexed   and   puzzled; 

Cry  "Would   that  we  were   well  away! 

The    world    is    mad    and    should    be    muzzled.' 

"Labuntur   anni"    they   will   sigh, 

"And  few  and  evil  those  remaining." 

If  time    is   shorter,   we   reply, 

The  less  to   spare  for  mere  complaining. 

Why  measure  life  by  years  alone, 
Like    almanac   and   coffin   makers? 

Are  miles  of  barren  heath  and  stone 
For  profit  worth  your  hundred  acres? 

Youth's  large  estate,    with   weed  and   tare 
O'ergrown,  was  picturesque  and  charming; 

Our  narrower  field  more  wheat  shall  bear, 
Perhaps,    with  more  intensive  farming. 

Nor  grudge  we  youth  his  morning  dreams, 
His    cloudy    realm   of   vague    ambition; 

Our  Hill   of   Difficulty    gleams 
The  mount  of  a  serener  vision. 

To  closer  grips  with  fact  we  draw, 
Even  failure  is  a  way  of  knowing; 

Our  least  experience   a   straw 

To  show  how  winds  of  God  are  blowing. 

So,  freighted  with  the  gifts  of  time. 
Nor  mourning  what  is  past  recovery, 

We  hold,  as  in  our  earlier  prime, 
Our  life  a  voyage  of  discovery. 

And  if  on  no  Utopian  shore 

We    land,    as    dreamed    our    young    bravado, 
A  league  or  two  we  may  explore 

And  chart  the  road  to  El  Dorado. 

— R.   H.  Law,   in  London  Spectator. 


To  What  End? 
Out  of  these  dreams  of  good  and   evil,   dense 
With    hopes    grown    half    despairs,    despairs    that 

trace 
Furrows  for  hope,  I  wake  sometimes  and  face 
The   darkness   of   our    final    nescience : 

Then   all    earth's   dancing  pageants    fall   away — 
Her   flowers  and    forests   and  assuaging  streams; 
All    man's   philosophies    and    golden   dreams — 

The   veils   he   wraps    about   the   face  of  clay — 

Dissolve.     And  there  remains  eternal  lack 
Of  any  comfort:  for  those  questionings, 
Whose     stubborn     challenge     still     unchallenged 
rings, — 
Nor  man  nor  god  gives  ever  answer  back, — 
Set  like  stark  monoliths  as  terminals 
To   Life's  long  alley,    close   Death's  windy   halls. 
— Martin  Armstrong,   in  Atlantic  Monthly. 


Memories. 
The  rose  within  the  room  makes  sweet  the  air 

With  perfume  wrought  by  mystic  alchemy 
Of  sun  and  dew,  and  every  heart  may  share 

The  wild-wood  beauty  God  ordained  free. 

And  though  one  bear  it  fading  from  the  room 

Still  in  the  morning  air  its  breathing  sweet 
Brings     dreams     of     garden     aisles     and     vanished 
bloom, 
And    charms    that    made    the    summer's    joy    com- 
plete. 

So    when    from   out   our    narrow    round   of   days 
A  loved  one's  soul  ere  all  its  beauty  dies 

Is  borne  afar  down  still  and  soundless  ways, 
About  us  still  a  healing  comfort  lies. 

Each   common   thing  love  touched    is  sanctified, 
And  soothes  the  quick  because  of  one  asleep; 

By  memories  our  thoughts  are   glorified; 

Our  hearts  remembering  remembrance  keep. 

The  perfume  lingers  when  the  rose  is  dead, 

And    lures    the    heart    to    dreams    with    its    sweet 
breath ; 
The  love  of  love  is  ours  when  life  lias  fled, 

And  links   our  souls   across   the   deeps   of  death. 
— Arthur    Wallace   Peach,   in   Boston   Transcript. 
— »»- — 

Mrs.  Kate  Douglas  Wiggin  is  at  her  sum- 
mer home,  Quillcote,  in  Hollis,  Maine,  where 
her  stay  will  be  shorter  than  is  her  custom, 
as  she  will  sail  August  7  for  Europe.  She 
is  to  be  present  at  the  rehearsals  in  London 
of  her  dramatized  story,  "Rebecca  of  Sunny- 
brook  Farm."  The  play  will  be  given  in 
Charles  Frohman's  Duke  of  York  Theatre  by 
the  entire  first  company  which  played  the 
delightful   New   England  drama. 


Street  Car  Growth  and  Cost 

In  its  day  the  horse  car  was  a  great 
thing  for  San  Francisco.  It  was  the  pio- 
neer in  street  railroading  in  this  city.  In 
its  time  it  answered  a  great  purpose,  but 
the  city  outgrew  it. 

Hard  on  its  heels  came  the  cable  car.  It 
is  an  interesting  fact  that  the  first  cable 
car  in  America  was  operated  here  in  San 
Francisco.  It  created  a  new  era  in  street 
railway  transportation. 

This  is  an  age  of  electricity.  The  horse 
car  has  practically  disappeared,  and  it  is 
probable  that  some  day  there  will  be  no 
more  cable  cars. 

What  giant  strides  have  been  made  in 
this  field  of  industry  since  the  horse  first 
jogged  a  few  blocks  up  Sutter  Street  in 
the  "good  old  days"  of  which  the  old- 
timers  delight  to   talk! 

The  first  system  began  with  a  short 
stretch  of  track  and  a  few  employees. 
Today  the  United  Railroads,  which 
handle  90  per  cent  of  the  street-car  traffic 
of  the  city,  are  operating  290  miles  of 
track,  almost  wholly  by  the  use  of  the 
trolley,  have  between  590  and  600  cars 
running  daily,  covering  a  distance  of  over 
60,000  miles  every  twenty-four  hours,  have 
3400  employees  on  the  pay-rolls,  drawing 
in  the  way  of  wages  or  salaries  $240,000 
per  month,  or  a  total  of  $2,880,000  per 
year.  To  man  these  cars  alone  requires 
over  1800  platform  men,  all  of  whom  are 
trained  to  their  duties,  every  effort  being 
made  to  obtain  the  services  of  the  best 
men  for  this  arduous  work,  who  can  think 
quickly,  face  an  emergency  coolly,  and 
meet  the  many-sided  public  fairly. 

Growth  must  be  maintained.  Last  year 
eighty  new  cars  of  the  most  approved 
P-A-Y-E  type  were  added  to  the  United 
Railroads'  rolling  stock  at  a  cost  of  $560,- 
000,  representing  in  a  measure  the  in- 
creased growth  of  traffic  and  one  of  the 
means  which  the  company  is  taking  to 
provide  good  service  for  the  public.  This 
fall  it  is  expected  more  cars  will  be  put 
in  operation. 

The  very  heaviest  rails  are  replacing  the 
old  ones,  and  many  miles  of  tracks  have 
already  been  laid  to  141-pound  rails  along 
Market  Street  and  some  other  of  the 
heaviest  lines. 

Traffic  figures  are  always  interesting, 
and  it  is  shown  that  during  1911  the  cor- 
poration's cars  carried  a  total  of  223,811,- 
685  people,  or  excluding  transfer  passen- 
gers, 157,279,054.  The  total  distance  trav- 
eled in  that  time  was  22,077,429  miles.  To 
operate  this  mileage  required  over  100,000,- 
000  kilowatt  hours,  and  during  the  heavy 
loads  in  the  latter  part  of  December  it 
took  as  high  as  35,000  horsepower  to  ope- 
rate the  system. 

As  may  be  surmised,  the  cost  of  power 
to  accomplish  all  this  was  a  large  item, 
although  comparatively  few  people  who 
ride  on  the  cars  ever  stop  to  consider 
such  matters,  simply  knowing  that  through 
some  more  or  less  wonderful  manner  the 
street-car  company  operates  its  cars  and 
carries  passengers  to  every  quarter  of  the 
city,  and  as  far  down  the  peninsula  as 
San  Mateo.  That  3400  people  are  con- 
cerned in  this  work  in  one  way  and  an- 
other, making  the  United  Railroads  the 
largest  single  employer  of  labor  in  San 
Francisco,  is  a  fact  which  comparatively 
few  know. 

As  to  cost  of  transportation.  During 
last  year  the  cost  of  power  to  operate  the 
cars  amounted  to  approximately  $1,000,000, 
exclusive  of  all  labor  charges,  and  in  addi- 
tion the  company  paid  out  in  taxes  over 
$400,000. 


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ORPHEUM  TRAGEDY  AND  FARCE. 

David  Belasco's  one-act  play,  "Madame  But- 
terfly," is  in  its  second  week  at  the  Orpheum, 
but  it  is  still  the  most  artistic  number  of 
the  bill.  Even  in  vaudeville  surroundings  it 
is  daintily  impressive,  and  were  this  its  first 
production  here  it  would  undoubtedly  be  at 
least  second  in  theatrical  topics  of  the  week. 
Clara  Blandick  is  an  attractive  Cho-Cho-San, 
and  her  support  throughout  is  good.  The 
Japanese  house  scene  is  as  well  appointed  as 
it  has  been  on  any  stage,  and  the  Belasco 
light  effects  are  well  managed.  It  is  not  a 
pretty  story  that  the  play  tells ;  in  fact,  with- 
out the  effect  produced  by  the  introduction 
of  the  child,  it  would  have  little  to  recommend 
it  beyond  a  cruel  fidelity  to  the  customs  of 
Japan.  As  a  theme  for  modern  grand  opera 
it  is  less  objectionable.  Morals  and  manners 
of  the  dark  brown  variety  are  a  specialty  with 
composers  as  well  as  librettists  of  the  grand- 
opera  school. 

Orpheum  habitues  applaud  at  the  fall  of  the 
curtain  on  the  successful  suicide  of  Cho-Cho- 
San,  but  only  because  they  are  in  duty  bound 
to  express  their  opinion  of  good  work.  When 
May  Tully  starts  the  fun  in  her  farce  of  Reno 
activities,  "The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom,"  they 
give  evidence  of  animated  interest.  There 
are  a  good  many  laughs  in  the  farce,  and 
there  would  be  more  if  Miss  Tully  did  not 
keep  the  soft  pedal  down  with  new  and  ill- 
advised  determination  all  the  way.  She  speaks 
quickly,  and  with  full  appreciation  of  the  pos- 
sibilities of  humor  in  the  situations,  but  she 
is  frequently  inaudible.  Quiet  self  possession 
and  ready  resource  are  required  in  her  role, 
making  its  contrast  with  that  of  the  weeping 
and  wailing  sister  wife  especially  effective, 
but  they  might  be  expressed  with  a  little 
more  force.  Miss  Tully  is  a  comedienne  of 
experience  on  the  vaudeville  stage,  and  in 
earlier  visits  she  has  never  slighted  good  op- 
portunities. In  the  present  instance  her  effects 
are  pianissimo  rather  than  piano,  more's  the 
pity. 

A  magazine  story  of  recent  issue  supplied 
the  ground  plan  for  "The  Battle  Cry  of  Free- 
dom," or  the  authors  of  the  stage  piece 
chanced  upon  the  same  idea,  but  in  the  story 
sentiment  drowned  the  humorous  suggestions. 
In  the  farce  the  absurdities  are  worked  to  the 
farthest  tracing  of  the  vein.  Two  women, 
seeking  a  divorce  from  the  same  man,  are  by 
accident  compelled  to  occupy  one  room  in  a 
Reno  hotel.  Confidences,  explosions,  and  ex- 
planations follow,  and  that  bane  of  the  soulful 
modern  critic,  the  "happy  ending,"  winds  up 
the  meeting.  As  a  by-the-way,  one  may  be 
permitted  to  ask  why  a  smoothing  over  of 
quarrels  and  a  new  joining  of  hands  are  as- 
sumed to  make  a  happy  ending.  Happiness, 
yes,  but  not  an  ending.  What  more  likely 
than  new  quarrels  and  another  trip  to  Reno? 
One  of  these  Mrs.  Smiths  declares  that  she 
will  have  a -new  lawyer  and  a  better  one  this 
time.  Cho-Cbo-San's  way  may  appeal  to  art- 
less Japanese  wives  of  a  summer,  but  there 
are  other  roads  in  this  United  States,  and  not 
all  of  them  lead  to   Reno. 

Frances  Carson  plays  the  tearful  wife,  who 
is  after  a  divorce  merely  to  please  her  mother, 
and  does  it  remarkably  well.  Robert  Lowe  is 
the  much  married  man,  whose  heart  just  now 
is  true  to  the  second  Mrs.  Smith,  as  he  had 
fondly  but  mistakenly  thought  himself  freed 
from  her  predecessor  through  a  former  Reno 
experience.  Mr.  Lowe  could  hardly  have  had 
opportunity  to  base  his  conception  of  the 
part  on  studies  in  real  life,  and  if  some  are 
disposed  to  find  fault  with  his  methods  their 
criticism  may  be  ignored  as  exceptional  and 
supposititious.  Who  could  prepare  a  manual 
of  etiquette  that  would  show  the  proper  atti- 
tude and  demeanor  for  one  suddenly  and  un- 
expectedly thrust  into  a  hotel  room  with  two 
of  his  wives?  Any  line  of  behavior  that  would 
retain  the  younger  and  better-looking  one  and 
dismiss  the  other  seems  suitable.  That  is  the 
line  Mr.  Smith  takes,  but  it  is  evident  that 
the  entire  willingness  of  Mrs.  Smith,  No.  1,  to 
lose  him  is  an  important  factor  in  his  success. 

Ray  L.  Royce,  a  character  comedian  of  gen- 
uine ability,  is  one  of  the  bright  spots  in  a 
programme  that  is  not  all  to  the  hilarious 
this  week.  It  is  some  time  since  Mr.  Royce's 
preceding  visit,  but  there  is  not  a  new  word, 
facial  expression,  or  gesture  in  his  impersona- 
tions. And  he  is  liked  all  the  better,  just  for 
that.  His  half-dozen  snap  shots  of  amusing 
people  are  finished  to  the  last  shade,  and  they 
need  no  change  of  equipment.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Elliott  play  two  beautiful  harps  and  sing 
The  harp  is  a  good  show  piece, 
:    little   value   on   the   theatre   stage 


even  as  an  accompaniment.  It  is  hard  to  be- 
lieve that  in  David's  time,  or  even  at  Tara, 
it  could  have  competed  happily  with  a  Stein- 
way  grand  or  even  a  quartet  of  various  sized 
fiddles.  Harry  Atkinson,  "the  Australian  Or- 
pheus," is  a  phenomena  who  imitates  musical 
instruments  with  his  voice.  There  is  a 
classical  anecdote  which  tells  what  a  phenome- 
non is,  but  it  need  not  be  quoted  here.  The 
loud  applause  which  follows  Mr.  Atkinson's 
efforts  enforces  the  application  with  those 
who  recall  it.  The  O'Meers  Sisters  get  all 
there  is  to  be  educed  from  an  exhibition  of 
tight-wire  balancing,  in  varied  and  tasteful 
costumes.  They  are  nimble  and  shapely 
young  women  who  earn  the  favor  shown  to 
them. 

While  Professor  Rosner's  orchestra  joyfully 
played  the  intermezzo  many  read  the  an- 
nouncements of  next  week's  attractions  and 
discovered  that  another  Belasco  production  is 
among  those  promised.  "The  Drums  of  Oude" 
is  the  title  of  the  piece,  which  was  written  by 
Austin  Strong,  and  it  has  had  long  runs  and 
praiseful  notices  during  its  two  years  or  more 
of  life  in  England.  Martin  Beck  continues  to 
secure  high-class  dramatic  material  for  the 
Orpheum  theatres,  and  whether  in  serious  or 
frivoling  mood  the  real  play-lover  can  not 
afford  to  neglect  these  offerings  in  vaudeville. 
George  L.  Shoals. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Genuine  Comic  Opera  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

At  the  Cort  Theatre,  beginning  Sunday 
evening,  the  New  York  Casino  Star  Cast, 
which  includes  De  Wolf  Hopper,  Blanche  Duf- 
field,  Eugene  Cowles,  George  MacFarlane, 
Kate  Condon,  Arthur  Aldridge,  Viola  Gillette, 
Arthur  Cunningham,  Alice  Brady,  and  Louise 
Berthel  are  to  commence  their  long  heralded 
season,  limited  to  four  weeks  of  revivals  of 
Gilbert  and  Sullivan's  most  popular  works, 
with  an  elaborate  production  of  "The  Mikado" 
the  bill  for  the  entire  first  week. 

After  the  public  has  renewed  its  acquaint- 
ance with  this  delicious  travesty  on  Old 
Japan,  another  delight  of  our  early  days, 
"Pinafore,"  will  be  given,  this  opera  being 
scheduled  for  the  second  week.  On  August  4 
"Patience"  will  have  its  turn,  and  later  on 
"The  Pirates  of  Penzance"  will  be  offered. 

It  was  two  years  ago  that  Messrs.  Shubert 
and  William  A.  Brady,  with  so  many  well- 
known  musical  stars  at  their  disposal,  came 
to  the  conclusion  that  the  time  was  ripe  for 
a  revival  of  those  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  ope- 
rettas which  had  come  to  be  regarded  as 
classics,  provided  they  were  properly  cast  and 
presented  with  that  same  religious  adherence 
to  the  traditions  laid  down  by  the  authorities 
themselves  in  their  first  production.  That 
these  managers  reckoned  well  is  a  matter  of 
record,  as  with  every  revival  was  established 
the  fact  that  the  wit  and  satire  of  Gilbert 
and  the  melodic  charm  and  vivacity  of  Sulli- 
van's music  still  preserved  their  potency  to 
the  fullest  degree,  just  the  same  as  they  did 
twenty-five  years  ago,  when  they  were  the  joy 
and  pride  of  two   nations. 


James  K.  Hackett  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

For  the  week  beginning  Monday  night,  July 
22,  James  K.  Hackett  will  open  at  the  Colum- 
bia Theatre  with  the  three  hundred  and 
fifteenth  performance  of  the  remarkable  play, 
"The  Grain  of  Dust,"  made  from  a  book  that 
had  as  great  a  vogue,  probably,  as  any  pub- 
lication in  recent  years.  Mr,  Hackett,  who 
is  conceded  to  be  one  of  the  greatest  of  latter- 
day  stars,  gives  a  dramatic  version  that  has 
intensified  the  interest  in  David  Graham  Phil- 
lips's remarkable  story.  Those  who  have  read 
the  book,  and  are  familiar  with  Mr.  Hackett's 
work  in  other  plays,  will  readily  understand 
why  the  role  is  so  congenial.  Had  the  drama- 
tist been  commissioned  to  write  a  play  espe- 
cially for  him,  he  hardly  would  have  created  a 
more  suitable  and  successful  offering.  The 
character  of  Frederick  Norman  is  one  that  is 
met  with  in  the  financial  and  business  circles 
of  every-day  life,  and  undoubtedly  more  than 
one  auditor  will  draw  a  comparison  between 
the  forceful  Norman  of  the  mimic  world  and 
some  acquaintance  in  everyday  life. 

The  story  of  the  play,  already  known  to 
readers  of  serial  fiction,  narrates  the  amatory 
and  professional  adventures  of  a  New  York 
lawyer,  whose  love  for  an  insignificant  stenog- 
rapher leads  him  to  break  off  his  engagement 
with  an  heiress,  whose  father  was  an  impor- 
tant client  of  the  firm  of  which  the  younger 
lawyer  was  a  member.  He  leaves  the  firm 
and  marries  the  stenographer.  His  clients 
were  persuaded  away  from  him  ;  his  income 
declined  and  disappeared,  and  he  was  on  the 
verge  of  ruin  when  a  chance  came  for  him 
to  turn  the  tables  on  his  enemy.  In  that  hour 
his  wife  left  him,  and  embittered  against  her 
and  the  world  at  large,  he  sets  to  work  with 
heroic  energy,  whips  his  enemy  into  submis- 
sion, and  rehabilitates  himself  again  in  the 
financial  world.  Mr.  Hackett  as  Frederick 
Norman  has  another  characterization  to  add 
to  his  gallery  of  famous  stage  portraits.  ^  In 
the  admirable  cast  that  will  be  seen  in  "The 
Grain  of  Dust"  and  other  plays  that  are  to 
have  their  premieres  here  are  E.  M.  Holland. 
Frazer  Coulter,  Joseph  Herbert,  Frank  Bur- 
beck,  Brandon  Tynan,  Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen, 
Beatrice    Beckley,    Lily    Cahill,    Olive    Oliver, 


Mabel  Inslee,  Elaine  Innescourt,  Albert 
Dantzer,  Charles  Lane,  Eva  Vincent,  Fred  A. 
Sullivan,  and  others. 


Seven  New  Acts  at  the  Orpheum. 

There  will  be  seven  new  acts  in  next  week's 
Orpheum  bill,  and  chief  among  them  will  be 
"The  Drums  of  Oude,"  a  one-act  drama  pro- 
duced and  presented  by  David  Belasco.  Its 
author  is  Austin  Strong,  and  it  packed  the 
Duke  of  York  Theatre,  London,  for  two 
years.  The  Chicago  press  unanimously  pro- 
nounced "The  Drums  of  Oude"  a  positive  dra- 
matic success.  The  scene  of  the  drama  takes 
place  in  the  tower  of  an  ancient  palace  in 
India,  where  a  few  British  soldiers  with  their 
women  folk  are  preparing  for  the  coming  of 
the  Sepoys.  Unless  the  absent  regiment  re- 
turns in  time  there  is  but  one  thing  left  for 
the  besieged  soldiers  to  do  and  that  is  to 
blow  up  the  powder  magazine  beneath  their 
feet  and  thus  save  the  women  from  the  un- 
speakable fate  which  will  be  theirs  if  they 
fall  into  the  hands  of  the  fanatical  and  bar- 
barous Hindustani.  The  story  is  thrilling  and 
tense  with  dramatic  suspense,  and  an  appeal 
is  made  to  the  enthusiasm  of  the  audience 
that  it  finds  it  impossible  to  resist.  The  cast 
includes  E.  J.  Ratcliffe,  one  of  the  leading 
actors  on  the  American  stage,  Jack  Standing, 
Harry  Rose,  John  Thomson,  W.  S.  Phillips, 
H.  H.  McCollum,  and  Eleanor  Scott  L'Estellc. 

Lew  Sully,  the  popular  minstrel,  will  appear 
in  an  original  conceit  entitled  "Feminine 
Fads,"  in  which  he  will  introduce  his  famous 
burlesque  of  Alice  Lloyd. 

The  Four  Florimonds,  a  family  of  foreign 
equilibrists  and  jugglers  on  the  free  ladders, 
will  make  their  first  appearance  here. 

Stein,  Hume,  and  Thomas,  who  style  them- 
selves "The  Melodious  Merrymakers,"  also 
come  next  week.  They  are  a  trio  of  soloists 
who  sing  respectively  tenor,  baritone,  and 
bass.  They  are  also  comedians  and  their 
travesty  on  "II  Trovatore"  furnishes  a  finale 
to  their  act. 

Mile.  Sealby  and  M.  Duclos,  two  French 
dancers,  and  the  creators  of  the  "No  Clasp 
Waltz,"  will  be  seen  for  the  first  time  in  this 
city.  Their  dancing  is  described  as  the  per- 
fection of  grace  and  novelty. 

Bert  Terrell,  the  Dutch  character  vocalist, 
who  will  also  appear,  has  two  voices  and  is 
thus  equipped  for  a  little  grand  opera  all  by 
himself. 

The  Eugene  Trio,  clever  gymnasts,  will  con- 
tribute a  comedy  bar  act  which  is  remarkable 
for  its  speed  and  originality. 

May  Tully  will  have  the  distinction  of  being 
the  only  holdover,  and  she  will  repeat  her 
Reno,  Nevada,  divorce  skit,  "The  Battle  Cry 
of  Freedom,"  which  is  scoring  a  great  hit. 


Varied  Programme  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

Breathing  room  only  is  in  demand  at  the 
Pantages  Theatre  this  week,  so  great  is  the 
interest  taken  in  the  thirteen  spirited  rounds 
of  the  Wolgast-Rivers  contest  of  July  Fourth, 
faithfully  reproduced  in  motion  pictures,  and 
the  uniformly  excellent  vaudeville  entertain- 
ment, including  "A  Night  in  the  Edelweiss," 
a  singing  and  dancing  interlude  with  ten  mu- 
sical comedians;  Clark  and  Verdi,  the  orig- 
inal Italian  comedians;  Bond  Morse,  the  "Man 
from  Nowhere" ;  Carl  Rosine,  in  his  magical 
exhibition,   and   other   good   features. 

On  Sunday  there  will  be  the  usual  change 
of  bill,  one  of  the  many  features  being  Jules 
B.  Simon's  Seven  Aviator  Girls,  singers  and 
dancers,  headed  by  Carlie  Lowe,  well  known 
in  musical  comedy  circles.  "Happy's  Millions" 
is  the  title  of  a  bright  little  sketch  to  be  pre- 
sented by  William  Morrow,  Donna  Harries, 
and  their  company.  A  feature  of  especial  in- 
terest to  San  Francisco  will  be  the  first  ap- 
pearance upon  the  vaudeville  stage  of  Estelle 
Allison,  well  known  in  local  circles  and  an 
actress  of  unusual  ability.  She  will  present 
her  own  musical  problem  playlet,  "The  Ques- 
tion," with  scenic  accessories  and  capable  sup- 
port. "The  Question"  is  out  of  the  ordinary. 
Another  feature  that  the  Pantages  manage- 
ment points  to  with  pride  is  the  first  Ameri- 
can appearance  of  Lucia  Lottie  Collins,  the 
famous  English  singing  comedienne  and 
daughter  of  Lottie  Collins,  who  brought 
"Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay"  to  America  and  first 
made  that  song  famous  in  this  country.  Miss 
Collins  has  made  hits  in  the  principal  English 
and  Australian  music  halls.  Many  hearty 
laughs  should  be  provided  by  Si  Jenks,  late 
of  the  "Get-Rich-Quick-Wallingford"  company 
and  a  Yankee  monologist  of  hilarious  repu- 
tation. Max  Witt's  "Four  Harmonious  Girls," 
singers  and  instrumentalists,  will  present  a 
charming  act,  and  the  Ausonia  Trio,  Olympic 
gladiators,  will  furnish  a  sensational  Her- 
culean performance.  Sunlight  pictures,  show- 
ing several  surprises,  will  complete  a  varied 
bill.  

The  final  performance  of  "Louisiana  Lou" 
will  be  given  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  this 
Saturday  night.  

David  Belasco  intends  to  send  to  San  Fran- 
cisco his  newest  success,  "The  Woman."  He 
will  also  offer  his  production  of  "The  Con- 
cert." 

■<♦»- 

Connoisseurs  the  world  over  have  recog- 
nized the  uniform  excellence  of  the  Italian- 
Swiss  Colony's  famous  Tipo  (red  or  white). 
Try  it. 


'  The  Toad"  at  the  Gree  -,re. 

The    Musical    and    Dramati,  nittee    of 

the  University  of  California  announces  that 
"The  Toad:  a  Drama  of  Ancient  Egypt,"  by 
Bertha  Newberry,  will  be  produced  in  the 
Greek  Theatre  on  the  evening  of  Saturday, 
July  20.  Written  especially  for  production  in 
the  open  air  and  requiring  no  change  of  scene, 
this  play  is  said  by  those  familiar  with  it  to 
be  even  better  adapted  for  the  Greek  Theatre 
than  for  the  Forest  Theatre  at  Carmel-by-the- 
Sea,  where  it  received  its  first  presentations 
on  the  3d  and  4th  of  this  month  and  was 
greeted  with  enthusiasm  by  large  audiences. 
Its  production  involves  twenty-two  speaking 
parts,  a  troupe  of  Egyptian  dancing  girls, 
and  some  fifty  supernumeraries.  The  cast 
will  be  the  original  one  and  it  includes  some 
of  the  best-known  California  writers  and 
painters.  Tickets  are  now  on  sale  at  popular 
prices  at  the  usual  places. 


A  Paris  journal  says  that  "Madame  Sans 
Gene,"  as  a  comic  opera,  is  to  be  produced 
at  the  Metropolitan  Opera  House,  New  York, 
next  January  with  Toscanini  as  conductor. 
Miss  Farrar  as  Madame  Sans  Gene,  Caruso 
as  Le  Fabvre,  and  Amato  as  Napoleon.  Urn- 
berto  Giordano,  composer  of  "Andrea  Che- 
nier"  and  "Siberia,"  has  been  at  work  on  the 
new  opera  since  last  year,  and  it  was  even 
expected  at  one  time  that  it  would  be  pro- 
duced last  season.  The  last  two  acts  of  the 
play  will  be  made  into  one   act  in  the  opera. 


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A  GREAT  NEW  SHOW 

"THE   DRUMS    OF    OUDE" 

a  one-act  drama  by  Austin  Strong,  presented  and 
produced  by  DAVID  BELASCO;  LEW  SULLY, 
the  Popular  Minstrel ;  FOUR  FLORIMONDS,  Jug- 
glers on  Free  Ladders;  STEIN,  HUME  and 
THOMAS;  SEALBY  and  Dl'CLOS;  BERT  TER- 
RELL; EUGENE  TRIO;  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MO- 
TION PICTURES.  Last  Week  MAY"  TULLY  and 
Co.  in  "The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom." 


Evening  prices,  10c,  25c,  50c,  75c.  Bos  seats  $1. 
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The  Leading  Playhouse 

Beginning  Monday,  July  22.  Matinees  Wednes- 
days and  Saturdays.  Special  prices  at  Wednes- 
day matinee,  25c.  50c,  75c  and  $1.00.  Evenings 
and  Saturday  matinee,  $1.50  to  25c. 

JAMES  K. 

HACKETT 

and  his  company  of  FAMOUS  NEW  Y'ORK 
PLAYERS   in  the   dramatization 
of  David  Graham  Philipps's  story 

THE   GRAIN   OF   DUST 

No  Sunday  performances. 


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Last  time  tonight,  Paul  J.  Rainey's 
African  Hunt  Pictures 
BEGINNING    TOMORROW    (SUNDAY  I     NIGHT 
The  New  York  Casino  Star  Cast 
De  Wolf  Hopper 
Blanche  Duffield  Geo.  MacFablane 

Kate  Condon  Arthur  Aldridge 

Viola  Gillette  Arthur  Cunningham 

Alice  Brady  Lolhse  Berthel 

Eugene  Cowles 
In  a  Revival  Festival  of  Gilbert  and  Sullivan's 
Greatest  Comic  Operas,  presenting  for 
the  First  Week 
THE   MIKADO 
Second  Week— "H.  M.  S.  Pinafore,"  with  pro- 
ductions of  "Patience"  and  "The  Pirates  of  Pen- 
zance" to  follow.  Prices— 50c  to  $2.00 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 

*  MARKET  STREET,  opposite  Major 

Week  of  Sunday,  July  21 
7   AVIATOR   GIRLS 

With  CARLIE  LOWE;  WILLIAM  MORROW 
and  Co.,  presenting  "Happy's  Millions":  AlT- 
SONIA    TRIO,  Olympic  Gladiators;    estelle 

ALLISON  unci  Co.,  in  her  Musical  Playlet.  "The 
question";  LUCIA  LOTTIE  COLLINS,  English 
singing  Comedienne;  S]  ienks.  \ 'anltee  Come- 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20.,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


e  iave  always  known  tliat  Mr.  William 
Hammerstein  is  a  genius.  We  have  now 
learned  that  he  is  also  a  diplomat  whose  ca- 
pacities are  wasted  in  the  frivolous  pursuits 
of  music  and  the  drama  and  who  ought  to  be 
serving  his  country  as  ambassador  to  some 
of  the  effete  but  wily  monarchies  of  the  Old 
World.  We  take  off  our  hats  to  Mr.  Ham- 
merstein. We  salute  him  with  reverence, 
but  we  see  through  him. 

As  proof  of  the  aforesaid  let  us  cite  a 
small  and  unobtrusive  paragraph  that  ap- 
pears in  the  so-called  columns  of  a  loath- 
some contemporary  whom  we  would  scorn  to 
name.     Let  it  be  quoted  in   full : 

In  order  to  do  away  with  the  necessity  of 
women  standing  in  line  at  the  box-office  window 
and  being  subjected  to  many  inconveniences,  Wil- 
liam Hammerstein  will  establish  at  the  Victoria 
Roof  Garden  a  separate  box-office  window  for 
women  only.  Mr.  Hammerstein  will  employ  a 
special  attendant  whose  business  will  be  to  see 
that  the  women  receive  prompt  and  courteous 
attention.  To  women  will  be  given  preference 
over  men  at  all  times  in  choice  of  seats. 

Xow  that  seems  all  right.  Even  the  Rev. 
Dr.  Anna  Shaw  might  be  stunned  into  silence 
by  such  a  surrender  as  that.  Mr.  Hammer- 
stein ought  to  be  allowed  to  walk  in  the  next 
suffrage  parade.  In  fact  he  ought  to  be  com- 
pelled to  do  so. 

But  if  Mr.  Hammerstein  thinks  he  can  es- 
cape the  transfixing  and  interpretive  eye  of 
this  particular  palladium  of  our  liberties  he 
is  laboring  under  a  burden  of  error  from 
which  it  is  our  duty  to  relieve  him.  We  re- 
ceive our  princely  salaries  for  just  such 
services  as  this,  and  so  we  proceed  in  the 
following  chortling  and  chuckling  manner  to 
translate  Mr.  Hammerstein's  announcement 
into  the  language  of  the  common  or  garden 
male,  and  in  the  hope  of  persuading  the  Rev. 
Dr.  Anna  Shaw  or  the  Rev.  Alice  Stone 
Blackwell  to  lift  that  strange  pall  of  silence 
which  causes  us  to  fear  that  they  are  not 
feeling  well.  The  translation  into  the  gibber- 
ings  of  the  male  will  then  read  somewhat  as 
follows : 

In  order  to  do  away  with  the  necessity  of  men 
standing  in  line  indefinitely  at  the  box-office  win- 
dow and  being  subjected  to  many  inconveniences, 
such  as  seeing  the  lately  arrived  woman  edging 
herself  adroitly  into  an  unearned  position  of 
preference,  gazing  meanwhile  with  an  air  of 
withering  indignation  at  her  meek  and  dis- 
pleased victims  while  she  demands  to  see  a 
plan  of  the  theatre  with  blue  prints,  architects' 
reports  and  surveyors'  certificates,  then  consulting 
her  maiden  aunt,  whom  she  is  sure  she  left 
standing  in  the  corridor  not  a  moment  ago  and 
well  within  hail,  but  who  has  now  unaccountably 
disappeared,  as  to  whether  the  fifth  row  was  not 
the  one  previously  found  displeasing  by  another 
member  of  the  clan,  finally  deciding  doubtfully 
and  reluctantly  upon  the  aforesaid  fifth  row  only 
she  was  sure  that  it  did  not  cost  S2  last  time, 
then  instituting  a  sartorial  search  for  a  purse, 
which  search  is  something  like  how  I  found  Liv- 
ingstone, but  then  of  course  she  had  not  put  her 
money  into  her  purse  at  all  hut  into  her  stocking, 
which  is  awkward,  and  would  the  box-office  man 
mind  cashing  a  check,  and  if  she  did  not  like 
the  fifth  row  might  she  come  back  and  change  it 
— in  order  that  the  mere  man  may  no  longer  be 
subjected  to  these  inconveniences  Mr.  Hammer- 
stein will  establish  a  separate  box-office  window  for 
women  only,  where  they  may  consume  their  own 
smoke  and  exercise  those  arts  of  mutual  repression 
and  annihilation  for  which  they  are  notorious.  Mr. 
Hammerstein  will  employ  a  special  attendant  who 
has  acquired  a  god-like  patience  by  many  years' 
experience  in  a  lunatic  asylum  and  who  will  be 
instructed  to  see  that  women  get  exactly  what 
they  want,  irrespective  of  the  rights,  wishes,  and 
comforts  of  all   other  persons. 

Xow.  how's  that  for  a  free  translation,  and 
yet  a  faithful  rendering  of  Mr.  Hammer- 
stein's most  secret  motives  and  intentions  ? 
Can  we  place  our  hands  upon  our  hearts  and 
express  a  doubt  as  to  the  fidelity  of"  thi 
interpretation  ?  Don't  we  know  that  this  is 
exactly  what  Mr.  Hammerstein  means,  how- 
ever exquisitely  he  may  wrap  it  in  gilt  paper, 
coat  it  with  chocolate,  and  hand  it  with  the 
bow  of  a  courtier  to  the  fair  creatures  whom 
he  honors  and  detests  and  whom  he  now 
proposes    to    corral ? 


Cambridge,  Massachusetts,  is  quite  a  long 
way  off  and  therefore  it  may  be  that  a  cruel 
fate  will  never  allow  us  to  make  the  personal 
acquaintance  of  Dr.  Sarah  N.  Merrick.  It 
seems  too  bad.  because  we  should  like  to 
examine  her  phrenologically,  to  note  the 
flash  of  intelligence  from  her  "mild  and  mag- 
nificent eye,"  and  if  possible  to  photograph 
her  in  the  act  of  saving  the  country- 
Sarah  thinks  that  the  United  States  gov- 
ernment ought  to  establish  a  marriage  bureau 
and  that  there  should  be  an  official  adviser 
in  everj'  city  to  whom  the  love  lorn  might 
betake  themselves  and  who  "in  a  short  space 
of  time  would  have  the  whole  history  of  not 
only  the  man,  but  of  the  woman  also." 

Now,  Sarah,  go  easy  in  this  matter.  Dont 
be  precipitate.  It's  too  late  now  to  get  this 
little  reform  into  the  platforms  of  either  the 
Republican  or  the  Democratic  party.  Try 
Mr.  Roosevelt,  but  really  you  should  have 
spoken  earlier.  We  ourselves  are  already 
married,  unscientifically,  it  is  true,  but  none 
the  less  conclusively,  and  unless  we  develop 
the  habit  of  ta'king  in  our  sleep  we  have  no 
fears  that  our  early  history  will  be  divulged. 
We  shall  do  our  best  to  conceal  it.  But  just 
think    this    matter    out    for    yourself,    Sarah. 


The  attempt  may  hurt  a  little,  but  a  beginning 
must  be  made,  and  you  are  old  enough  to 
take  notice.  Honestly  now,  did  you  ever 
meet  any  young  men  and  women  whom  you 
can  imagine  as  going  to  a  political  official  in 
order  to  have  their  "whole  history"  looked 
into  with  a  view  to  matrimony  ?  Now  did 
you?  Do  you  believe  that  God  has  yet  be- 
gun to  make  such  people,  because  if  you  do, 
we  don't.  Do  you  think  that  on  the  whole 
of  this  terrestrial  ball  there  could  be  found 
one  real  woman  who  would  make  her  mar- 
riage conditional  upon  the  approval  of  a  pub- 
lic official  who  would  first  of  all  ascertain  her 
"whole  history"?  Do  you  think  that  there  is 
any  real  man  who  would  be  willing  to  marry 
such  a  woman  even  if  she  were  willing  to 
marry  him  ?  Of  Sarah's  further  contention 
that  both  the  blushing  maiden  and  the  ardent 
youth  should  undergo  a  medical  examination 
we  need  say  nothing  except  to  express  our 
surprise  that  such  drivel  should  be  able  to 
get  into  print  even  in  a  Sunday  supplement. 
But  we  are  not  much  afraid  of  this  particular 
clause  in  the  new  law,  knowing  as  we  do 
that  doctor's  certificates  to  any  effect  whatso- 
ever can  be  purchased  in  the  open  market 
like  butter  or  cheese  and  at  specially  low 
prices,  owing  to  the  competition.  But  the 
conclusion  of  the  whole  matter  is  this:  If 
the  eugenists  and  other  eccentrics  of  the 
same  ilk  ever  manage  to  get  into  the  saddle 
they  will  abolish,  not  disease  or  divorce,  but 
marriage  itself.  Already  we  are  asking  our- 
selves what  there  is  to  be  gained  by  mar- 
riage that  can  not  be  obtained  without  it. 
Nothing  whatever,  if  the  domain  of  good 
women  is  to  be  uglified  and  coarsened,  made 
sordid  and  mercantile,  by  restrictions,  cer- 
tificates, public  officialism,  and  medical  exam- 
inations. The  whole  thing  will  stink.  It 
stinks  already.  There  was  once  an  English 
king  who  was  implored  by  his  dying  wife 
never  to  marry  again.  "I  give  you  my  word 
that  I  never  will,"  said  the  sobbing  monarch. 
"I  will  keep  a  mistress."  And  perhaps  to 
the  average  and  worldly  man  a  mistress  might 
seem  preferable  to  the  deodorized,  disinfected, 
iodoform  smelling,  and  certificated  bride  pre- 
sented to  us  by  the  eugenists  and  people  of 
the    Sarah   N.   Merrick   persuasion. 


It  is  a  little  hard  to  account  for  the  sym- 
pathy extended  to  Mrs.  Pankhurst  and  her 
sister  suffragettes  because  they  refuse  to  eat 
their  dinners  to  prison.  Now  if  these  ladies 
had  no  dinners  to  eat  it  would  be  quite  right 
and  proper  for  the  neighbors  to  send  some- 
thing in.  But  they  are  furnished  with  abun- 
dance of  food  that  they  refuse  to  eat,  and 
then  they  clamor  for  pity  because  they  are 
hungry.  What  a  strange  and  illogical  world 
it  is.  There  are  hundreds  of  people  in  Lon- 
don who  are  positively  and  compulsorily  per- 
ishing of  starvation  and  no  one  cares  whether 
they  live  or  die,  whether  they  are  saved  or 
damned.  But  the  moment  a  few  hysterical 
ladies  elect  to  go  without  food  there  is  an 
outcry  that  would  be  excessive  if  it  were  di- 
rected  against  the   Spanish   inquisition. 


What  is  the  connection  between  Socialism 
and  the  marriage  service  ?  We  ask  to  know, 
because  we  see  in  a  New  York  paper  a  re- 
port of  a  Socialist  wedding  between  Miss 
Jessie  Holiday  and  Mr.  E.  T.  Dana.  The 
ceremony  appears  to  be  quite  of  the  ordinary 
kind  except  that  the  officiating  justice  asked, 
"Do  you  intend  to  bring  up  any  children  you 
ma}'  have  to  the  best  of  your  ability  and  for 
the  welfare  of  the  human  race?"  Considering 
that  the  ritual  was  written  b}T  the  bride  her- 
self the  question  seems  a  little  indelicate. 
In  the  days  of  our  own  youth  and  innocence 
— the  innocence  continues — young  women 
were  supposed  to  look  upon  babies  as  coinci- 
dences of  marriage,  but  never  as  its  results. 
In  fact  they  avoided  the   topic  altogether. 

But  what  has  all  this  to  do  with  Socialism? 
Why  be  married  in  a  particular  way  because 
you  are  a  Socialist  ?  Socialism  is  not  likely 
to  affect  the  methods  of  birth  or  of  death. 
We  shall  continue  to  be  born  in  the  usual 
way,  and  from  similar  causes,  under  even  the 
most  rigid  of  Socialist  administrations.  We 
shall  be  swept  like  pawns  from  the  board 
when  our  time  comes  without  any  variation 
from  nature's  present  programme.  Why, 
then,  should  we  obtrude  Socialism  into  mar- 
riage ?  What  concern  have  they  with  each 
other? 

It  is  true  that  Marx  and  his  followers  talk 
a  good  deal  about  the  means  of  production, 
but  surely  they  were  not  referring  to  matri- 
mony. If  this  sort  of  thing  goes  on  we  shall 
be  reading  that  Mary  Smith  and  John  Brown, 
being  strong  advocates  of  a  tariff  for  reve- 
nue only,  decided  to  be  married  in  their 
pajamas,  or  that  Elizabeth  Jones  and  George 
Robinson  were  wedded  in  a  hurry  in  order 
to  show  their  dislike  of  a  third  presidential 
term. 


We  are  under  no  obligations  to  give  ad- 
vice to  the  British  prime  minister  and  we 
are  fully  prepared  to  find  that  our  benevo- 
lent efforts  are  ignored.  But  what  does  that 
matter  if  we  can  but  keep  our  conscience  in 
its   present   crystalline   purity? 

It  may  have  been  observed  that  Mrs.  As- 
quith  was  with  her  husband  upon  the  last 
occasion  when  he  was  thumped  by  a  suf- 
fragette   who    wanted    to    prove    to    him    that 


women  ought  to  vote.  Now  there  is  only 
one  way  in  which  a  man  can  retaliate  when 
he  is  thumped  by  a  woman.  He  can  kiss 
her.  But  not  if  he  is  a  prime  minister  01 
if  she  is  a  suffragette.  Prime  ministers  must 
be  circumspect,  and  one  does  not  want  to 
kiss  a  suffragette.  It  would  be  like  kissing 
a  policeman.  But  Mrs.  Asquith  took  the 
matter  into  her  own  hands.  She  slapped  the 
face  of  her  husband's  assailant  and  slapped 
it  hard. 

Now  would  it  not  be  a  good  plan  for 
Mr.  Asquith  always  to  have  a  small  body- 
guard of  women  ?  We  throw  it  out  as  a 
suggestion  and  without  charge.  A  good  old 
adage  tells  us  that  the  devil  must  be  fought 
with  fire,  and  however  vigorous  these  women 
might  be  in  repelling  boarders  there  would 
be  no  question  of  a  lack  of  chivalry  and  in- 
finite amusement  would  be  afforded  to  the 
bystanders.  The  ordinary  dog-fight  would  be 
tame  and  uninteresting  in  comparison  with 
such  a  Homeric  struggle.  And  it  would  be 
safe  to  predict  that  the  militant  suffragette 
would  leave  Mr.  Asquith  severely  alone  if 
she  had  to  face  the  defensive  ire  of  a  few 
of  her  own  charming  and  delicate  sex  who 
would  apply  to  her  the  rules  of  combat  usually 
enforced  by  jungle  law.  The  suggestion  is 
merely  thrown  out  for  what  it  may  be  worth 
and  without   expectation  of  reward. 


Mrs.  John  H.  Flagler  of  New  York  says 
that  she  has  solved  the  servant  girl  problem, 
and  as  she  has  twenty-seven  servants  we  may 
admit  that  she  speaks  with  authority.  Here 
is  Mrs.  Flagler's  plan  of  campaign  as  de- 
scribed in  her  own  words.     She  says: 

I  never  cheat  a  girl  out  of  any  pleasure  she 
has  planned  by  asking  her  to  work  when  she  has 
expected    to    get    off. 

When  I  entertain  I  notify  the  servants  at  least 
two  days  in  advance,  so  that  they  won't  make 
any    engagements    for   that  day. 

When  I  give  big  entertainments  I  employ  extra 
help. 

My  servants  arrange  among  themselves  so  that 
some   of  them   have    Sundays    off. 

My  servants  have  access  to  my  library,  and 
they  take  advantage  of  it,  too.  They  like  to  read, 
and   they  have  the  time  to  do  it. 

I  should  feel  conscience-stricken  if  I  thought 
persons  in  my  employ  slaved  all  day  long.  The 
work  in  my  house  is  so  systematized  that  they 
are  not  compelled   to   do   so. 

I  urge  them  to  go  out  every  afternoon  and  get 
the  air,  if  they  only  remain  out  an   hour. 

I   do   not  know  who    ever  started   that   half-day- 


a-week-off  rule.  I  do  not  know  why  women,  sup- 
posedly intelligent  and  sympathetic,  should  con- 
tinue to  practice  it  on  their  servants.  One-half 
a  day  a  week  is  not  enough  to  popularize  a  mis- 
tress in  the  eyes  of  the  maid. 

Of  course  this  is  all  very  nice,  but  that  it 
should  be  considered  exceptional  goes  far  to 
show  why  girls  should  prefer  the  shop  to  do- 
mestic service.  Of  course  the  shop  does  not 
as  a  rule  provide  libraries,  but  it  does  pro- 
vide a  certain  fixity  of  duty  and  regularity 
of  hours  not  to  be  found  elsewhere.  In  other 
words  it  permits  a  girl  to  call  her  soul  her 
own,  which  is  a  kind  of  liberty  quite  beyond 
the  powers  of  comprehension  enjoyed  by  the 
average  mistress. 


Raphael's  painting,  "The  Madonna  of  St. 
Anthony  of  Padua,"  which  J.  P.  Morgan 
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of  Art  at  New  York.  The  picture  was  orig- 
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Padua,  who  had  a  convent  at  Perugia.  In 
1667  they  obtained  permission  to  sell  it  for 
about  $2000.  The  community  needed  money 
and  believed  the  picture  to  be  of  small  value. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


45 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


A  negro  woman  was  arguing  and  arguing 
with  her  husband,  and  when  she  had  finished, 
he  said,  "Dinah,  yo'  talk  don'  affect  me  no 
mo'  than  a  flea-bite."  "Well,  niggah,"  she 
answered,    "I'se    gawna    keep    yo'    scratchin'." 


A  discussion  on  appointments  to  the  Most 
Noble  Order  of  the  Thistle  gave  rise  to  a 
caustic  saying  on  the  part  of  Disraeli.  Among 
the  names  suggested  was  that  of  a  certain 
peer,  who  displayed  more  zeal  than  judgment 
in  his  support  of  the  Conservative  party. 
"Oh,   no  !"   remarked  his  ungrateful   chief,   "I 

couldn't  give  Lord  the  Thistle.     He'd 

eat  it." 


A  Wichita  society  matron  and  church 
leader  while  in  one  of  that  city's  drug  stores 
noticed  an  advertisement  telling  of  the  super- 
lative qualities  of  a  new  summer  drink. 
Thinking  she  might  be  benefited  by  it  she 
ordered  a  glass.  The  first  taste  was  rather 
sharp  and  hot,  and  looking  up  suspiciously 
she  inquired  if  the  drink  was  safe.  "Safe!" 
indignantly  replied  the  clerk,  "why,  I  should 
say  it  was  safe.  All  the  policemen  in  town 
come  here  to   drink  it." 


Prince  Damad  Ferid  Pasha,  the  Sultan  of 
Turkey's  brother-in-law,  presented  the  prizes 
at  an  agricultural  contest  at  Sledmere,  Eng- 
land, recently.  Colonel  Mark  Sykes,  M.  P., 
said  the  prince  had  a  great  friendship  for 
England  and  an  old  connection  with  Sledmere 
and  Sir  Tatton  Sykes.  He  once  wanted  a 
ram  from  their  celebrated  Leicester  flock,  but 
in  transmission  "ram"  became  "rum"  and  they 
sent  off  a  barrel.  Prince  Damad  did  not 
know  what  to  do  with  the  rum,  but  being  so 
good  a  friend  of  England  he  gave  it  to  a 
British  warship. 

Eli  Perkins  used  to  relate  this  anecdote  of 
President  Lincoln,  says  the  Baltimore  Sun: 
One  day  an  old  negro,  clad  in  rags  and 
carrying  a  burden  on  his  head,  ambled  into 
the  executive  mansion  and  dropped  his  load 
on  the  floor.  Stepping  toward  President  Lin- 
coln, he  said :  "Am  you  de  President,  sah  ?" 
"I  am,"  said  Mr.  Lincoln.  "If  dat  am  a  fac', 
I'se  glad  to  meet  yer.  Yer  see,  I  lives  away 
up  dar  in  de  back  o'  Virginie  and  I'se  a  poor 
man,  sah.  I  hear  dere  is  some  pervisions  in 
de  Con'stution  for  de  culled  man,  and  I'm 
here  to  get  some  ob  'em,   sah." 


The  bright  little  surgery  at  the  rear  of  the 
doctor's  house  was  occupied  by  two — the  med- 
ical man  and  a  patient  who  was  being  attended 
to  for  the  last  time,  seeing  that  he  had  got 
over  his  illness.  "Yes,  yes,"  said  the  doctor ; 
"you're  all  right  now.  You  needn't  come  here 
again."  "But,  sir,"  remarked  the  patient, 
"vot  aboot  der  bill  ?  I  aint  got  mooch  money. 
Vill  you  dake  der  bill  out  in  trade?"  The 
sawbones  looked  the  man  up  and  down.  "Well, 
I  might  do  so,"  he  replied.  "What  is  your 
business?"  "I  am  der  leader  of  der  liddle 
Cherman  band,  sair.  Ve  vill  blay  in  front  of 
your  house  every  evening  for  von  month." 


In  1811  Captain  Decatur  of  the  United 
States  Navy,  commanding  the  frigate  United 
States,  met  Captain  Carden  of  the  British 
Navy,  commanding  the  Macedonia.  It  was 
just  prior  to  the  War  of  1812,  and  while 
talking  about  the  chances,  Carden  said  to  De- 
catur :  "If  you  and  I  ever  meet  after  hos- 
tilities are  declared,  I'll  bet  you  a  silk  hat  that 
the  Macedonia  will  capture  the  United  States." 
"I'll  bet  you  a  si'.k  hat  you  don't,"  was  the 
reply.  The  two  frigates  met  on  October  15, 
1812,  and  after  a  bloody  fight  the  English  flag 
was  lowered.  Decatur  hastened  on  board  the 
prize,  and  Carden  tendered  his  sword.  "D — n 
your  sword,  Carden!"  said  Decatur;  "I  bet 
you  a  silk  hat,  and  as  we're  a  long  way  from 
a  hatter,  I'll  take  the  one  you  wear."  The  hat 
was  given. 

A  Scotch  story  is  that  of  a  diminutive 
drummer  in  a  local  brass  band,  who  was  in 
the  habit  when  out  parading  with  his  com- 
rades of  walking  by  sound  and  not  by  sight, 
owing  to  his  drum  being  so  high  that  he  was 
unable  to  see  over  it.  The  band,  on  Satur- 
day afternoons,  paraded  usually  in  one  direc- 
tion, but  the  other  day  the  leader  thought  he 
would  change  the  route  a  little,  and  turned 
down  a  by-street.  The  drummer,  unaware  of 
this  movement,  kept  on  his  accustomed  way, 
drumming  as  hard  as  ever  he  could.  By  and 
by,  after  finishing  his  part,  and  not  hearing 
the  others,  he  stopped,  and,  pushing  his  drum 
to  one  side,  he  looked  to  see  what  was  the 
matter.  His  astonishment  may  be  imagined 
at  finding  that  he  was  alone.  "Hae  !"  he  cried 
to  some  bystanders,  "has  ony  o'  ye  seen  a 
band  hereaboot?" 

m  Clardy  of  St.  Louis,  general  solicitor 

Union  Pacific  and  Iron  Mountain  rail- 

a  lawyer  who   sometimes   objects   to 

■    i'twed,    and    when    reporters    are 

Mr.    Clardy    has    a    stock    story 

S  to  shut  off  the  interview.     Says 

''An  irate  shipper  once  entered 

5    of    a    railway    company. 

1   superintendent?'   he   de- 


manded. 'Out  on  the  road,*  was  the  reply  of 
the  clerk.  'Where's  his  assistant?'  This  very 
angrily.  'Gone  to  the  ball  game !'  snapped 
the  clerk.  'Then  where's  the  vice-president 
and  general  traffic  manager?'  exploded  the 
shipper.  'Gone  north  for  the  summer,'  was 
the  still  indifferent  reply.  'Well,  then,'  the 
angry  caller  fairly  howled,  'who  in  thunder 
is  running  this  railway  anyway?'  'Oh,  if 
that's  what  you  want  to  know,'  replied  the 
clerk,  as  he  reached  for  another  typewritten 
report,  'it's  being  attended  to  by  our  kind 
friends  on   the  newspapers.'  " 


One  of  Governor  Wilson's  campaign  speech 
stories  is  pleasingly  referred  to  by  his 
friends.  "We  had  been  discussing  the  high 
cost  of  living  problem,"  said  the  governor, 
"and  I  had  remarked  what  we  needed  to  do 
was  to  find  the  solution.  Then  this  story 
popped  into  my  head,  and  I  couldn't  resist 
telling  it:  It  was  one  of  those  hypothetical 
questions  which  the  English  weeklies  are  so 
fond  of  printing,  with  the  query,  'What 
would  you  do  under  the  same  circumstances  ?' 
The  hypothesis  was  this:  A  young  man  has 
come  to  call  on  a  young  woman,  and  they 
are  sitting  somewhat  stiffly  in  the  parlor, 
waiting  for  the  mother  to  come  down  and 
act  as  chaperon,  as  is  customary  in  English 
homes.  While  they  are  waiting,  the  young 
woman's  nose  begins  to  bleed,  and  the  young 
man,  who  remembers  having  heard  that  a 
piece  of  cold  metal  applied  to  the  back  of  the 
neck  will  stop  the  trouble,  looks  around  the 
room  for  a  piece  of  cold  metal.  He  sees  the 
key  in  the  door,  and  in  his  embarrassment 
he  locks  the  door  in  geting  the  key  out.  He 
applies  the  key  to  the  young  woman's  neck, 
but  just  at  that  moment  the  mother  comes 
down,  and,  finding  the  door  locked,  demands 
entrance.  In  his  excitement  the  young  man 
drops  the  key  down  the  young  woman's  back. 
The  question  then  was:  'What  would  you  do 
if  you  were  the  young  man?'  and  I  told  the 
audience  that  I  thought  the  answer  certainly 
was :    Get  the  key  at  any  cost." 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


Ad  Ariustum  Fuscum. 

Horace:    Book  I,    Ode  22. 

"Integer  vita?  scelerisqite  punts" — 

Take    it    from    me:   A    guy    who's   square 

His  chances  always  are  the  best. 

I'm  in  the  know,  for  I've  been  there, 

And  that's  no  ancient  Roman  jest. 

What  time  he  hits  the  hay  to  rest 

There's  nothing  on  his  mind  but  hair, 

No    javelin    upon    his    chest — 

Take  it  from  me,  a  guy  who's  square. 

There's    nothing    that    can    throw    a   scare 

Into   the  contents  of  his  vest; 
His  name  is  Eva  I-Don't-Care; 

His  chances  always  are  the  best. 

Why,  once,  when  I  was  way  out  West, 

Singing  to  Lalage,    a  bear 
Came  up,  and  I  was  some  distressed — 

I'm  in   the  know,  for  I've  been   there. 

But  back  he  went  into  his  lair. 

(Cage,    corner,    den,    retreat,    nook,    nest), 
And  left  me  to    "The   Maiden's   Prayer" — 

And  that's  no  ancient  Roman  jest. 

In   Newtonville  or    Cedar   Crest, 
In    Cincinnati   or   Eau   Claire, 
I'll  warble  till  I  am  a  pest, 

"My  Lalage" — no   matter  where — 
Take  it  from  met 
—From  "Tobogganing  on  Parnassus,"  by  Franklin 
P.  Adams. 


Desiccated  Wisdom. 
Upon    the   principle   of   give   and    take 

Some    persons    easily    contrive    to    live. 
They  do  the  taking;   no  complaint  they  make 

So  long  as  others  give. 

Try  not  to  look  the   fool.     One's   outward   show 
Not  always  is  deceptive,  you  should  know. 

Courtship   is   the  prospectus;    marriage   soon 
Results  in  an  insolvent  honeymoon. 

For  lack  of  courage  from  that  road  to  stray. 
Some  men  plod  down  the  straight  and  narrow  way. 
— New   York    Globe. 


The  Correspondent. 
The    Correspondent    sat    him    down    upon    a    goods 
box  in  the  store. 
And    with    a   stub    of   pencil    and    sheet   of   paper 
brown 
Composed  himself  to  write,   amid  the   Fourth's  ex- 
piring roar 
The  doings  of  the  day  applied  to  people  of  the 
town. 

Four    runaways    had    taken    place,    caused    by    the 
blaze  and  noise, 
An   airship  at   the    fairgrounds   fell   and   crippled 
seven  men; 
The  premature  explosion  of  a  cannon   killed  three 
boys, 
The  Judge's  wife   had    licked    a   man    for   calling 
her  a  hen. 

The  jail  was  packed  with  citizens,  all  steaming  hot 
and  sore; 
A  brick  had  struck  the  Mayor,  and  had  bounced 
from  off  his  head. 
Wherefore  the  Correspondent  with  his  tongue  out 
yards    and    more. 
Sat  down  and  wrote  his  copy  for  the  mail,   and 

thus  it  read: 
The  Young  People's   Society  of  the  First  Chris- 
tian   Church   had    its   picnic    at    Fern    Grove   today. 
A  good  time  was  enjoyed  by  all.  — Satire. 


HUNTER 

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Prtiident 

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PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle    of   the   social    happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay   of   San    Francisco    will    be   found   in 
the  following  department : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  S.  Hicks  of  Los  Angeles 
have  announced  the  engagement  of  their  daughter, 
Miss  Elizabeth  Hicks,  and  Lieutenant  Robert 
Frank  Gross,  U.  S.  N.  Miss  Hicks  is  a  sister  of 
Miss  Alice  Hicks  and  a  niece  of  Mrs.  Walter  L. 
Dean  of  San  Rafael,  Mrs.  Lansing  Kellogg,  and 
Miss  Alice  Hager  of  this  city. 

Mr.   and  Mrs.    William  E.    Woolsey   of   Berkeley 
.  have  announced  the  engagement  of  their  daughter. 
Miss  Frances  Shattuck  Woolsey,   to  Mr.   Frederick 
T.    Robson,   son  of  Mrs.   N.    C.    Robson   of   Berke- 
ley. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Jennie  Adeline  Crocker 
and  Mr.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman  took  place 
Tuesday  noon  in  St.  Matthew's  Church  in  San 
Mateo.  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  was  the  bride's 
matron  of  honor  and  the  bridesmaids  were  the 
Misses  Harriet  and  Janetta  Alexander  of  New 
York,  and  the  Misses  Julia  Langhorne  and  Mar- 
jorie  Josselyn.  Mr.  Harold  Fitzgerald  came  out 
from  New  York  to  be  Mr.  Whitman's  best  man, 
and  the  ushers  were  Mr.  Oscar  Cooper  of  Bur- 
lingame  and  the  Messrs.  Frank  Crocker,  C.  M. 
Sheafe,  Jr.,  and  D.  F.  Webster  of  New  York.  A 
reception  and  wedding  breakfast  at  the  home  of 
the  bride  followed  the  ceremony,  which  was  per- 
formed by  Bishop  William  Ford  Nichols.  Mrs. 
Whitman  is  the  daughter  of  the  late  Colonel 
Charles  Frederick  Crocker  and  Mrs.  Crocker  (for- 
merly Miss  Jennie  Easton),  a  granddaughter  of 
Mrs.  A.  M.  Easton  and  the  late  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  Crocker,  and  a  sister  of  Mr.  Charles 
Templeton  Crocker  and  the  late  Mrs.  Frank  Bur- 
ton Harrison.  She  is  a  niece  of  Mrs.  Charles  B. 
Alexander  of  New  York  and  Mr.  William  H. 
Crocker  of  Burlingame.  Mr.  Whitman  is  the  son 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Whitman  of  Boston  and 
a  brother  of  Mr.  Hendricks  H.  Whitman,  who 
was  married  recently  at  Forest  Lake,  Illinois,  to 
Miss  Chatfield  Taylor.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Whitman 
left  for  the  Country  Club  on  the  McCloud  River, 
where  they  will  remain  a  week,  returning  to 
Burlingame  a  few  days  before  sailing  July  26  for 
Honolulu.  Their  future  home  will  be  in  New 
Yorlc 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Edith  Lowe  and  Mr. 
Hans  Wollman  will  take  place  today  at  four 
o'clock  in  Christ  Church  in  Sausalito.  Mrs.  El- 
d ridge  Green  (formerly  Miss  Marie  Louise  Fos- 
ter) will  be  the  matron  of  honor,  and  the  Misses 
Erna  St,  Goar,  Blanche  Russell,  and  Mildred  Gil- 
bert will  be  the  bridesmaids.  Mr.  Wollman  will 
be  attended  by  his  brother,  Mr.  John  Wollman. 
A  reception  will  be  given  at  the  home  in  Sausa- 
lito of  the  bride's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  B. 
Lowe. 

Miss  Azalea  Keyes  and  Count  Lowenhaupt 
Falkenstein  were  married  last  week  at  Holy 
Trinity  Church  in  London.  The  bride  formerly 
resided  in  this  city,  but  for  several  years  has 
made  her  home  in  Paris.  She  is  a  niece  of  Mr. 
Alexander  Keyes,  and  is  related  to  Mrs.  John 
Darling,  Mrs.  C.  E.  Maud,  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Loughbo  rough. 

Mrs.  Nellie  Prewett  Towle  and  Mr.  Arthur  L. 
Williams  were  married  Monday  evening  at  the 
Hotel  St,  Francis.  The  bride  is  the  daughter  of 
Judge  James  S.  Prewett  of  Auburn. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Julia  Langhorne  and 
Lieutenant  James  Parker,  U.  S.  N.,  will  take 
place  Wednesday,  August  14,  in  St,  Luke's  Church. 
Miss  Marian  Newhall  will  be  the  maid  of  honor 
and  the  chosen  bridesmaids  are  Miss  Sarah  Cun- 
ningham of  New  York  and  Miss  Louise  Boyd  of 
San  Rafael.  Lieutenant  Parker  will  be  attended 
by  his  brother,  Lieutenant  Courtland  Parker,  U. 
S.  A  A  reception  will  be  given  at  the  home  on 
Pacific  -Avenue  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Potter 
Langhorne, 

Miss  Marian  Miller,  daughter  of  Mr.  C.  O.  G. 
Miller,  will  be  married  Wednesday,  September  11, 
to  Mr.  Bernard  Ford,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Albert 

B.  Ford. 
Mr.   Henry  T.    Scott  was  host  last   Thursday  at 

a  luncheon  at  the  Pacific  Union  Club  in  honor 
of  Mr.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman. 

Sunday  evening  Mr.  Scott  gave  a  dinner  at  his 
home  in  Burlingame  complimentary  to  Miss 
Crocker    and    Mr.    Whitman. 

Mr.  Oscar  Cooper  entertained  Mr.  Whitman  and 
the  Messrs.   Harold  Fitzgerald,    Frank  L.    Crocker, 

C.  M.  Sheafe,  Jr.,  and  D.  F.  Webster  at  a  lunch- 
eon   Monday  at  the   Burlingame  Country    Club. 

Mr.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  was  host  Mon- 
day evening  at  a  stag  dinner  at  Uplands,  in  San 
Mateo,  in  honor  of  Mr.  Whitman,  his  best  man, 
and   ushers. 

Miss  Edith  Chesebrough  was  hostess  Thursday 
evening  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  the  Misses  Har- 
riet   and    Janetta    Alexander. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  Miss  Janet  von 
Schroder. 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  was  the  honored  guest  at 
a    dinner    given    in    Santa    Barbara    by    Miss    Nina 


Jones,  and  at  a  luncheon  last  week,  when  Miss 
Marguerite  Doe  was  hostess. 

Mrs.  John  Breckenridge  gave  a  dinner-dance 
recently  at  Pebble  Beach  Lodge. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Perry  Eyre  entertained  at  an  in- 
formal dance  in  Menlo  Park  in  honor  of  their 
daughter,  Miss  Elena  Eyre,  who  was  the  compli- 
mented guest  at  a  luncheon  given  by  Mrs.  Joseph 
A.  Do  no  hoe. 

Miss  Erna  St.  Goar  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
Monday  in  honor  of  Miss  Edith  Lowe. 

Mrs.  Abbie  E.  Krebs  gave  a  luncheon  Monday 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Philip  N.  Moore  of  St,  Louis, 
Mrs.  Frances  Squire  Potter  of  Chicago,  and  Mrs. 
Barnes  of  New  York. 

Captain  Louis  Cbappalear,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Chappalear  entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a 
dinner  Friday  evening  at  their  home  in  the  Pre- 
sidio. 

Miss  Marguerite  Ames  was  hostess  at  a  bridge- 
tea  Tuesday  at  her  home  in  Yerba  Buena. 


Movements  and  'Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be   found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments   to   and   from   this    city   and    Coast   and 
the  whereabouts   of  absent   Californians : 

Mrs.  Beverly  MacMonagle  and  her  son,  Mr. 
Douglas  MacMonagle,  returned  last  week  from 
Europe  and  are  established  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 
They  were  accompanied  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Fred- 
erick S.  Moody  and  the  Messrs.  Joseph  and  Fran- 
cis Moody,  who  are  at  their  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue,  and  Miss  Katherine  Donohoe  of  San 
Mateo,  who  has  been  abroad  for  the  past  year. 

Miss  Cora  Jane  Flood  and  her  guest,  Miss  Mary 
Crosby  of  New  York,  are  visitors  in  Monterey. 
Miss  Flood  came  to  town  Monday  to  attend  the 
Crocker-Whitman    wedding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  and  their 
daughter,  Miss  Flora  Miller,  are  in  Monterey  for 
the  month  of  July. 

Mrs.  R.  P.  Schwerin,  Miss  Arabella  Schwerin, 
and  Master  Dick  Schwerin,  who  have  been  spend- 
ng  the  past  two  weeks  in  Monterey,  left  Wednes- 
day   for    Santa    Barbara. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker,  the  Misses  Ethel, 
Mary,  and  Helen  Crocker,  Mr.  William  H. 
Crocker,  Jr.,  and  Master  Charles  Crocker  arrived 
from  Europe  last  Tuesday  and  are  at  their  home 
in  Burlingame.  They  were  accompanied  by  Mr. 
Stanislas  Poniatowski,  son  of  Prince  Andre 
Poniatowski  and  Princess  Poniatowski,  formerly 
Miss  Elizabeth  Sperry),  who  left  here  eight  years 
ago  with  his  parents  for  Paris,  where  they  have 
since  resided. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  Hall  McAllister  and  the 
Misses  Ethel  and  Marian  McAllister  left  this  week 
for  Yellowstone  Park. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Thomas  and  Miss  Ger- 
trude -Thomas  have  returned  to  their  home  in 
Ross  after  a  motor  trip  through  Southern  Cali- 
fornia. 

Miss  Eleanor  Morgan  has  returned  to  Monterey 
after  a  brief  visit  with  her  brother-in-law  and 
sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norris  Davis,  in  Burlingame. 
Miss  Sallie  Maynard  returned  Monday  from 
Monterey,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Miss  Cora 
Jane  Flood. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stanley  Rammage  have  returned 
to  town  from  Palo  Alto,  where  they  have  been 
visiting    Mrs.    Hamilton    Bowie, 

Mrs.  Philip  Wooster  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Elizabeth  Wooster,  have  arrived  from  Yonkers, 
New  York,  and  are  visiting  Mrs.  Wooster's  mother, 
Mrs.  Eleanor  Dore,  at  her  home  on  Pacific  Ave- 
nue. Miss  Oroville  Wooster  is  visiting  friends 
in  Missouri,  and  Miss  Edith  Wooster  is  in  Paris 
ith  her  aunt,  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  L.  Murphy  and  their 
two  children  left  Monday  for  Santa  Cruz. 

Miss  Janet  von  Schroder  came  to  town  last 
week  from  her  home  in  San  Luis  Obispo  County 
and  has  been  visiting  Mrs.   Eleanor  Martin, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  Bayne  have  returned 
from  a  visit  with  friends  in  the  country  and  are 
again  at  their  home  on  Jordan  Avenue. 

Mrs.  Robert  N.  Graves  has  gone  to  Palo  Alto, 
where  she  will  remain  during  August.  She  was 
commpanied  by  her  grandsons,  Masters  Melville 
and  Robert  White. 

Miss  Mauricia  Mintzer  and  the  Messrs.  Lucio 
and  William  Mintzer,  Jr.,  are  established  in  San 
Rafael,  where  they  will  remain  until  September. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Stetson  Wheeler  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Elizabeth  and  Jean  Wheeler, 
have  returned  from  the  East  and  are  at  their 
country  home,  The  Bend,  on  the  McCloud  River. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Ratcliff  (formerly  Miss 
Muriel  Williams)  have  returned  from  Lake  Tahoe 
and  are  established  in  their  new  home  in  Berkeley. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Christian  Miller  have  returned  to 
Ross  after  a  visit  in  Covington,  Virginia,  with 
Mrs.  Miller's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  A.  Rine- 
hart, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Bentley  and  their  two 
children  are  at  Webber  Lake. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt,  Jr.,  left  Wednes- 
day for  their  ranch  near  Chico.  During  their  ab- 
sence Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cadwalader  have  been 
the  guests  of  Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  have  returned 
to  Stag's  Leap,  Napa  County,  after  a  few  days' 
visit   with    Mr.   Henry   T.    Scott   in   Burlingame. 


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MAILLARD'S  famous  chocolate  is 
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Dr.  Harry  Sherman  and  Mrs.  Sherman  have  re- 
turned to  Ross  from  a  motor  trip  through  Lake 
County. 

Mr.  Willis  Davis  has  returned  from  college  and 
has  joined  his  sister,  Miss  Sydney  Davis,  in  Santa 
Barbara. 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  has  returned  to  Miramar 
after  a  visit  with  her  uncle  and  aunt,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  T.  Z.  Blakeman,  at  their  country  home  in 
Sonoma    County. 

Mt.  Philip  Westcott  has  returned  from  the 
East,  where  he  has  been  visiting  his  brother-in- 
law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Victor  Morowitz. 

The  Messrs.  Herbert  Paschel,  Hillyer  Deuprey, 
Philip  Westcott,  and  Alfred  Holmes  have  given 
up  their  bachelor  apartments  on  Pacific  Avenue, 
near  Webster  Street.  Mr.  Alfred  Holmes  will 
reside  at  the  Hotel  Bellevue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Whittell  and  their  son, 
Mr.  George  Whittell,  Jr.,  have  gone  to  Lake 
Tahoe   for  an  indefinite  stay. 

Miss  Beatrice  Howirt  of  San  Rafael  is  the 
guest  of  Miss  Una  Boyle  at  her  country  home 
on   Lake   Leonard,    Mendocino    County. 

Mrs.  Samuel  Blair  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Jennie  Blair,  have  returned  from  Santa  Barbara 
and  will  spend  the  next  month  in  Monterey. 

Mr.     and     Mrs.     Charles     Sutro     have     returned 
to  Mill  Valley  after  a  week's  visit  at  Lake  Tahoe. 
Mrs.    E.    D.     Bullard    and    her    daughter,    Miss 
Marie  Bullard,  are  at  Lake  Tahoe. 

Judge  William  W.  Morrow  and  Mrs.  Morrow 
have  returned  from  Applegate. 

Mrs.  J.  D.  Peters  and  Miss  Anne  Peters  of 
Stockton  are  in  Monterey. 

The  Misses  Virginia  and  Gertrude  Jolliffe  have 
returned  from  Lake  Tahoe,  where  they  have  been 
visiting  their  sister,  Mrs.  Herbert"  C.  Moffitt. 
Mrs.  Moffitt,  who  was  in  town  for  a  day  or  two, 
returned  Friday  evening,  accompanied  by  Miss 
Mary   Jolliffe. 

Captain  William  Holmes  McKittrick  and  Mrs. 
McKittrick  left  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  last 
week  and  have  gone  to  Monterey  for  an  indefinite 
stay. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young,  the  Misses 
Kathleen  and  Phyllis  de  Young,  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Joseph  Oliver  Tobin,  have  recently  been 
in  London,  and  are  now  in  Carlsbad,  hoping  the 
waters  may  benefit  the  health  of  Mrs.  de  Young. 

Mrs.  A.  H.  Small,  Mrs.  Frank  Glass,  and  Mrs. 
Rollin  Fay  have  returned  to  their  homes  in 
Berkeley  after  an  outing  at  Napa  Soda  Springs. 
Mrs.  George  Harding  and  Miss  Jane  Harding 
of  Philadelphia  have  sailed  for  Europe,  where 
they  will  travel  until  September.  Mrs.  Harding 
spent  several  weeks  here  recently  as  the  guest 
of  her  sister,   Mrs.  James  W.   Keeney. 

The  Messrs.  Reginald  and  Arthur  Paget  and 
Mr.  Walter  Van  Bokkelen  have  returned  from  a 
week's  stay  at  the  Hotel  Vendome  in  San  Jose. 

Mrs.  Morton  Mitchell  has  arrived  from  Paris 
and  will  spend  several  weeks  in  this  city  before 
sailing   for  the  Orient. 

Mr.  Claus  August  Spreckels  sailed  last  week 
for  Europe  to  join  Mrs.  Spreckels  in  Paris,  where 
they  have  an  apartment. 

Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  returned  Sunday  evening 
to  Lake  Tahoe  after  a  few  days'  visit  in  town. 
She  was  accompanied  by  Miss  Maud  O'Connor, 
who  will  remain  until  the  first  week  in  August 
as  the  guest  of  Mrs.  Tevis  and  Mrs  Herbert  C 
Moffitt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker,  the  Misses 
Marian  Baker  and  Helen  Keeney,  and  the  Messrs. 
Livingston  and  Wakefield  Baker,  Jr.,  returned 
Monday  from  a  motor  trip  to  Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan  will  sail  from 
Europe  at  the  end  of  this  month  and  expect  to 
arrive  at  their  home  in  Burlingame  about  the 
middle  of  August.  They  will  be  accompanied  by 
the  Misses  Louisiana  Foster,  Helen  Chesebrough, 
and  Sarah  Coffin,  who  went  abroad  with  Miss 
Mary  Eyre  and  Miss  Lee  Girvin.  Miss  Eyre  and 
Miss  Girvin  will  remain  until  September,  when 
they  will  return  with  Mrs.  Hobart  and  her  chil- 
dren. 

Mrs.  George  B.  Kelham  and  her  son,  Master 
Bruce  Kelham,  have  returned  from  the  Santa  Cruz 
Mountains. 

Mrs.  Henry  L.  Dodge  and  Mrs.  Hannah  Gale 
will   leave  August    1    for   Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  de  Witt  Taylor  are  at 
Bartlett   Springs. 

Mrs.  E.  P.  Brinegar  has  returned  from  St. 
Helena,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Mrs.  Tames 
Ellis   Tucker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  H.  Schlacks  have  returned 
from  the  East. 

Mrs.  George  F.  Ashton  and  the  Misses  Helen 
and  Bessie  Ashton  returned  from  San  Rafael 
Vt  ednesday  and  are  occupying  their  apartment  on 
Pacific  Avenue. 

Miss  Margaret  Casey  has  returned  from  an 
Eastern  school  and  is  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory 
Winship  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  Eugene  Murphy  has  returned  to  Burlingame 
from  Portland,  where  he  has  been  for  the  past 
five   months. 

Mrs.  J.  W.  Bothin,  Miss  Genevieve  Bothin,  and 
Miss  Gertrude  Hopkins  have  returned  from  Lake 
Tahoe. 

Mrs.  William  R.  Wheeler  has  returned  from 
Washington,  D.  C-.  and  is  at  her  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue   and    Gough    Street 

Mrs.  A.  L.  McQuistan  arrived  last  week  from 
her  home  in  Salt  Lake  City  and  is  at  the  Kev- 
stone  with  her  mother,  Mrs.  Alfred  Castle,  who 
is  very   ill. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  O.  McCormick  and  their  chil- 
dren and  Miss  Anne  Henry  are  in  Santa  Cruz. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Henderson  have  recently 
been   their  guests. 

Dr.  Benjamin  Ide  Wheeler  and  Mrs.  Wheeler 
have  returned  from  the  East  and  have  been  spend- 
ing a  few  days  in  Del  Monte.  They  were  among 
the  guests  at  the  Crocker- Whitman  wedding. 

Mrs.  Edwin  Newhall  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Virginia  Newhall,  have  returned  from  the  East. 
Miss  Newhall  went  to  Los  Angeles  to  be  one  of 
the  bridal  attendants  at  the  wedding  Tuesday  of 
Miss  Helene  McVay  and  Mr.  Harold  Paulin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Eldridge  Green  spent  the  week- 
end in  Ross  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Joy 
Foster. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Jenkins  have  gone  to 
Yosemite  Valley  for   a  two  weeks'    outing. 

Miss  Jennie  Hooker  has  closed  her  apartment 
in  town  and  is  in  Woodside  with  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George    H.    Lent. 


Judge  N.  C.  Chipman  and  Mrs.  Chipman  have 
come  down  from  Sacramento  to  spend  several 
weeks. 

Mrs.  James  Cunningham  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Sarah,  Mary,  and  Elizabeth  Cunningham, 
have  given  up  their  cottage  in  Miramar  and  are 
occupying  their   home   on   Broadway. 

Miss  Lily  Hathaway,  who  has  been  the  guest 
of  her  cousins,  the  W.  R.  Castles  of  Honolulu, 
has  since  their  departure  for  Europe  visited  with 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Jewett  Lowrey,  and  is 
now  with  relatives  and  friends  at  Kaleula,  Tanta- 
lus. Miss  Hathaway  expects  to  return  in  the 
fall  to  San  Francisco,  where  she  will  spend  the 
winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ferd  C.  Peterson  and  Miss  Kate 
Peterson  have  returned  to  Belvedere,  and  will 
leave    shortly    for    Lake   Tahoe. 

Miss  Cora  de  Marville  left  early  in  June  for 
Germany,  but  returns  this  week  to  her  home,  35 
rue  de   Chaillot,    in    Paris. 

Mrs.  Sidney  B.  Cushing  returned  last  week  from 
the  East,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  past 
three  months  with  relatives  and  friends.  Miss 
Charlotte  Land  of  New  York  accompanied  Mrs. 
Cushing  on  her  homeward  trip  and  is  the  guest 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  in  Woodside. 
Miss  Land  will  go.  next  week  to  Yerba  Buena  to 
visit  Captain  Charles  A  Gove,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Gove. 

Mrs.  Albert  P.  Niblack  left  last  Thursday  for 
Berlin  to  join  her  husband,  Captain  Niblack,  U. 
S.  N.,  who  is  naval  attache  in  the  American  em- 
bassy. Mrs.  Niblack  was  called  to  this  city  by 
the  illness  of  her  mother,  Mrs.  William  P.  Har- 
rington. 

Mr.  John  T.  Piggott  has  leased  the  bungalow  in 
San  Rafael  which  is  at  present-  occupied  by  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  John  Polhemus.  Mr.  Piggott  will  be 
married  in  September  to  Miss  Bessie  Ashton. 

Mrs.  Stewart  Rawlings  has  gone  to  Los  An- 
geles to  meet  Mr.  Rawlings,  who  has  recently 
returned  from  Durango,  Mexico.  They  are  at 
present  in   Catalina. 

Dr.  E.  E.  Curtis,  U.  S.  N„  and  Mrs.  Curtis 
have  left  Yerba  Buena  for  Bremerton,  en  route  to 
Guam,  where  they  will  reside  indefinitely. 

Dr.  Turner,  U.  S.  N.,  has  arrived  from  the 
Orient  and  is  stationed  temporarily  at  Yerba 
Buena. 

Captain  William  Renwick  Smedberg,  Jr.,  U.  S. 
A,  has  arrived  from  Manila  and  is  visiting  his 
mother,  Mrs.  William  Renwick  Smedberg,  in  this 
city. 

Miss  Marguerite  Ames  has  returned  to  Yerba 
Buena  after  visiting  friends  in  this  city. 

Mrs.  George  Kenyon,  wife  of  Lieutenant  Ken- 
yon,  U.  S.  N.,  has  been  visiting  at  the  home  of 
Mr.  E.  T.  Allen  in  this  city,  en  route  from  Mare 
Island  to  San  Diego,  where  Lieutenant  Kenyon 
will  be  stationed. 

Lieutenant  Harry  Chamberlain,  U.  S.  A.,  arrived 
last  week  on  the  Sherman  and  left  a  few  days  later 
for  Washington,  D.  C,  to  join  his  fiancee,  Miss 
Sallie  Garliugton,  daughter  of  Brigadier-General 
Ernest  Garlington,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Garlington. 
Colonel  Lea  Febiger,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Febiger 
arrived  on  the  Sherman  from  the  Philippines  and 
are  established  at  the  Presidio.  Their  daughter, 
Mrs.  Cecil  Marrack,  with  her  three  little  chil- 
dren, returned  after  a  year's  absence  and  will 
reside  with  her  parents. 


In  France,  in  many  parts  of  Germany,  and 
Switzerland,  it  is  the  custom  to  hand  five  per 
cent  of  large  amounts,  ten  per  cent  of  small 
amounts,  to  the  waiter  who  has  served  you 
well.  These  receipts  are  generally  placed  by 
the  head  waiter  in  one  receptacle  together, 
and  when  the  day's  business  is  over  the  ag- 
gregate is  divided  among  all  waiters,  share 
and  share  alike.  Such  a  rule  has  "been  most 
rigorously  adopted  in  Austria,  where  only  the 
zahlkellner,  as  he  is  called,  is  permitted  to 
collect  money.  There  are  guilds  of  waiters 
as  there  are  of  other  professions  in  the  old 
countries.  Anybody  who  has  not  the  certifi- 
cate of  some  reputable  hotel-keeper  that  he 
has  served  as  apprentice  his  full  time  to  his 
employer's  satisfaction  would  not  dare  to 
apply  for  a  waiter's  position  in  any  first-class 
hotel. 


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Music,  Art,  Elocution,  Gymnaalnm. 

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The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  aDd  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $4  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  St*. 


July  20,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


47 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

The  buildings  and  ground  committee  of  the 
Panama-Pacific  International  Exposition  has 
awarded  a  contract  for  filling  in  the  lowlands 
on  the  Presidio  military  reservation,  also  the 
lowlands  bounded  by  Lyon,  Lombard,  Beach 
and  Baker  Streets,  at  $87,300.  Work  is  to  be 
commenced  immediately,  and  will  extend  from 
a  point  occupied  by  the  Harbor  View  baths 
west  to  Fort  Point.  Three  dredgers  will  be 
employed  to  make  this  fill,  and  the  work  must 
be  completed  within  180  days.  Sand  will  be 
pumped  from  a  shoal  in  the  bay  north  of  the 
Presidio.  This  fill  will  bring  up  to  the  pro- 
posed grade  the  land  to  be  occupied  by  the 
buildings  of  the  various  states  and  foreign 
governments  and  the  area  to  be  occupied  by 
the  drill  grounds  and  stock  exhibits. 


The  three-masted  schooner  Hugh  Hogati 
went  ashore  a  mile  and  a  half  south  of  the 
Cliff  House  Sunday  morning  and  stuck  fast 
on  a  sand  bar.  This  was  an  exceptional  at- 
traction for  the  Sunday  crowd.  Thousands  of 
people  sat  along  the  beach  and  watched  the 
tugs  attempt  to  drag  the  schooner  from  her 
resting  place.  At  nine  o'clock  at  night  she 
was  dragged  into  deep  water. 


At  Temple  Beth  Israel  in  Geary  Street  Sun- 
day evening  memorial  services  were  held 
commemorating  the  death  of  Theodore  Herzl. 
Herzl  was  the  founder  of  the  modern  polit- 
ical Zionist  movement  and  devoted  his  life- 
time to  that  cause.  The  services  were  un- 
der the  auspices  of  the  Agudath  Zion  Society 
of  this  city,  which  has  made  it  a  custom  each 
year  to  observe  the  anniversary  of  Herzl's 
death.  Addresses  were  made  by  Rabbi  M.  S. 
Levy  and  Leon  E.  Prescott,  and  Miss  Juliet 
Levy  and  J.  Zekind  sang. 


Lewis  H.  Hurlbut,  formerly  an  assistant  in 
the  office  of  the  city  architect  of  this  city, 
has  won  high  honors  in  Victoria,  British  Co- 
lumbia. Hurlbut  entered  the  competition  foi 
plans  for  a  $60,000  ornamental  gateway  to  the 
executive  mansion  of  Lieutenant-Governor 
Patterson  of  the  province  of  British  Columbia. 
His  plans  were  unanimously  accepted  from 
those  of  twenty-five  competitors,  among  whom 
were  included  the  leading  architects  of  the 
Northwest.  The  gateway  is  being  erected  in 
honor  of  the  visit  to  Victoria  in  September 
of  the  Duke  of  Connaught,  governor-general 
of  Canada.  

In  the  United  States  Circuit  Court  of  Ap- 
peals July  5,  one  of  the  greatest  marine  dis- 
asters of  the  Pacific  Coast  was  recalled  when 
the  court  limited  the  liability  of  the  steam 
schooner  San  Pedro  to  $16,500  for  sinking 
the  steamship  Columbia  off  Eureka,  July  20, 
1907.  Over  eighty  lives  were  lost  in  the  sea 
tragedy  and  the  cargo  of  the  Columbia,  valued 
at  $200,000,  was  destroyed.  The  case  was 
carried  to  the  circuit  court  on  an  appeal  from 
United  States  Judge  de  Haven's  opinion,  by 
the  Boston  Insurance  Company,  underwriters 
of  the  Columbia's  cargo,  and  John  Swift  et  al,3 
relatives  of  the  persons  who  lost  their  lives 
in  the  disaster.  Judge  de  Haven's  decision 
was  affirmed.  In  a  dense  fog  the  San  Pedro, 
bound  from  Eureka  to  San  Pedro,  rammed 
and  sank  the  Columbia,  with-  the  ensuing  toll 
of  human  life.  Numerous  suits  were  brought 
against  the  Metropolitan  Redwood  Lumber 
Company,  owner  of  the  San  Pedro,  for  dam- 
ages. The  Metropolitan  Company  asked  that 
its  liability  be  limited  to  its  interest  in  the 
disabled  San  Pedro,  which  amounted  to  $16,- 
500.  The  defense  was  made  that  the  San 
Pedro  was  seaworthy,  that  the  fog  signal  was 
being  constantly  given,  and  that  a  competent 
lookout  was  being  maintained  when  the  col- 
lision took  place.       

Tests  last  Thursday  of  motor-driven  fire- 
protection  apparatus  demonstrated  its  effect- 
iveness over  the  old-style  horse-driven  kind, 
and  the  $100,000  appropriated  by  the  city  for 
new  equipment  for  the  fire  department  will  be 
invested  in  the  modern  machinery. 


The  bid  of  N.  W.  Halsey  &  Co.  of  $5,542,- 
321  for  municipal  5  per  cent  bonds  of  the 
value  of  $5,300,000  has  been  accepted  by  the 
finance    committee    of    the    board    of    super- 


C.  H.  Redington,  who  has  retired  as  assist- 
ant treasurer  of  the  Southern  Pacific,  was  in 
point  of  service  the  oldest  man  in  the  em- 
ploy of  the  company.  Since  1907  he  has  been 
the  assistant  treasurer,  although  as  a  matter 
of  fact  he  filled  the  duties  of  that  position 
long  before  being  given  the  title.  He  suc- 
ceeded Captain  N.  T.  Smith  after  the  latter's 
death.  Redington  was  born  in  Rockford,  Illi- 
nois, and  at  the  age  of  twenty-four  began  his 
service  with  the  Southern  Pacific.  He  was 
then   assistant  engineer. 


A  conservative  estimate  of  the  money  to  be 
spent  on  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition  is 
$50,000,000.  This  includes  the  initial  capital 
of  the  exposition  company,  $17,500,000,  of 
which  $5,000,000  was  pledged  by  the  state, 
$5,000,000  by  the  city,  and  $7,500,000  by  pri- 
vate subscribers.  The  next  biggest  item  in 
r    ■'■=   fair   will    be   the   money    to 


be  invested  by  the  various  states  of  the 
Union  for  buildings  and  exhibits.  Thus  far 
the  sums  appropriated  by  states  for  these  pur- 
poses range  from  $750,000  down  to  $150,000. 
One  or  two  of  the  larger  states  are  expected 
to  vote  $1,000,000  or  more.  Taking  an  aver- 
age of  $250,000  as  a  fair  estimate  of  the  per 
state  expenditures,  the  exhibits  of  the  forty- 
eight  states  will  represent  a  total  of  $12,- 
000,000.  The  county  appropriations  from  Cal- 
ifornia, estimated  on  a  low  basis,  are  expected 
to  exceed  $500,000.  One  of  the  biggest  items 
of  the  exposition  will  be  the  foreign  displays 
and  buildings.  Comptroller  Pollak  of  the  Ex- 
position Company  estimates  that  the  other 
nations  of  the  world  will  spend  $20,000,000 
here. 


Dr.  Beverly  MacMonagle. 

The  sentiments  manifest  in  the  ceremonies 
at  Cypress  Lawn  on  Saturday  last  when  Dr. 
Beverly  MacMonagle  was  borne  to  his  final 
rest  touched  the  deeper  and  sweeter  chords 
of  human  feeling.  Affection,  grief,  reverence 
— all  were  there  in  sympathetic  response  to 
largeness  of  heart,  to  dignity  of  mind,  to  gra- 
ciousness  of  life,  to  achievement,  to  charac- 
ter, illustrated  in  the  career  of  a  rare  man 
taken  untimely  from  beneficent  activities. 

In  the  scheme  of  modern  life  no  figure 
outside  the  immediate  domestic  circle  stands 
in  relationships  so  close  as  the  doctor.  And 
perhaps  no  other  touches  so  profoundly,  so 
many,  and  such  delicate  chords  of  feeling  as 
the  distinctively  woman's  doctor.  A  great 
office  in  the  service  of  life  is  that  of  the  man 
whose  skill  and  humanity  break  down  all  re- 
serves, overbear  all  conventions,  walk  openly 
and  with  authority  amid  sanctities  not  more 
of  the  body  than  of  the  soul.  Such  was  the 
office  held  in  relation  to  a  large  clientele  by 
Beverly  MacMonagle  for  more  than  three  de 
cades  of  professional  life  in  San  Francisco. 
By  his  character,  by  his  talents,  by  his  sym- 
pathies, the  man  matched  and  honored  the 
office.  The  service  which  he  rendered  to  so- 
ciety was  one  for  which  there  can  be  no  gauge 
in  terms  understandable  in  commerce  or  meas- 
urable in  the  higher  sphere  of  morals. 

Beverly  MacMonagle,  son  of  Hugh  Mac- 
Monagle, was  born  at  St.  John,  New  Bruns- 
wick, in  1S55.  He  died  in  Paris  at  the  Ameri- 
can Hospital  May  22  of  the  current  year.  He 
was  educated  at  Harvard  University,  gradu- 
ating from  the  Harvard  Medical  School  at  the 
age  of  twenty-one.  For  two  years  he  served 
in  the  Massachusetts  General  Hospital  in  Bos- 
ton, then  returned  to  his  home  in  St.  John, 
where  he  engaged  in  professional  practice  un- 
til he  came  to  California  about  1880  as  as- 
sistant to  Dr.  Scott  at  the  California  Woman's 
Hospital.  Later  he  became  chief  of  the 
Woman's  Hospital,  remaining  in  that  connec- 
tion for  several  years.  He  was  a  member  of 
the  American  Surgical  Association  and  of  the 
Gynecological  Society.  He  was  a  classmate 
and  intimate  friend  of  Maurice  Richardson 
of  the  Harvard  Medical  School,  of  Howard 
Kelley  of  the  Johns  Hopkins  Hospital,  rank- 
ing with  these  men  in  the  narrow  circle  of 
supreme  eminence  in  the  surgical  world.  For 
many  years  Dr.  MacMonagle  was  the  head  of 
the  woman's  department  of  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Children's  Hospital,  and  previous  to  his 
resignation  three  years  ago  a  member  of  the 
faculty  of  the  University  of   California. 

Dr.  MacMonagle  married  Miss  Minnie  Cor- 
bitt  of  San  Francisco,  who  survives  him,  in 
1890.  Of  three  children  born  to  this  marriage, 
two  died  in  childhood.  A  son,  Douglas, 
twenty  years  of  age,  is  a  student  at  Berke- 
ley. A.  H. 
July,  1912. 


In  her  introduction  to  the  "Roundabout 
Papers"  in  the  centenary  edition  of  Thacke- 
ray, Lady  Ritchie  speaks  of  her  father's 
favorite  books.  Thackeray  had  an  old  Mon- 
taigne which  he  always  kept  on  the  table  by 
his  bed.  He  had  a  second  copy,  still  older, 
bound  in  white  vellum,  on  the  bookshelves  in 
his  study.  Lady  Ritchie  can  not  remember 
that  he  had  any  particular  feeling  for  special 
editions.  "He  used  a  cheap,  battered  old  Bos- 
well,  with  double  columns ;  the  companion 
with  whom,  as  he  said,  he  could  have  been 
quite  content  to  dwell  for  a  year  upon  that 
problematical  desert  island.  He  loved  his 
'Don  Quixote.'  He  also  liked  his  shabby, 
worm-eaten  copy  of  Johnson's  Poets.  They 
had  been  to  India  and  back,  and  bookworms 
are  very  common  out  there."  Milton's  sonnet 
to  Shakespeare  in  Johnson's  Poets  was.  Lady 
Ritchie  adds,  one  of  the  last  things  Thackeray 
ever  read. 


Jean  de  Reszke,  the  famous  tenor,  who  re- 
tired from  the  operatic  stage  twelve  years  ago, 
is  to  sing  again  in  this  country.  Andreas 
Dippel  has  engaged  him  for  twenty  appear- 
ances next  winter.  De  Reszke  also  expressed 
a  wish  that  he  might  sing  once  more  at  the 
Metropolitan   Opera   House. 

■»♦•- 

The  Belgian  triennial  prize  for  dramatic 
literature  has  been  awarded  to  Maurice  Mae- 
terlinck for  "The  Blue  Bird."  M.  Maeterlinck 
has  now  received  the  prize  three  times. 


A  Treat  in  the  Country — Especially  if  it  is 
a  box  of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  delicious  candies. 
Sent  by  mail  or  express  from  any  of  their 
four  stores. 


Why  "Imperial"  Cocoa? 

Not  because  it  is  a  home  product,  but  be- 
cause it  is  the  BEST  cocoa  made.  It  is 
manufactured  from  the  finest  selected  cocoa 
beans  by  a  special  process,  the  secret  of  the 
D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  through  which  the 
flavor  is  developed  and  improved. 

It  can  be  assimilated  by  the  weakest 
stomach ;  it  possesses  all  the  nutritive 
qualities  of  the  cocoa  bean;  it  is  eco- 
nomical—  being  of  superior  strength; 
it  is  most  easily  and  quickly  prepared ; 
it  is  unexcelled  for  flavor  and  aroma. 

Insist  on  IMPERIAL  and  decline  to  take  any 
other.  The  grocer  will  be  glad  to  order  it,  if  he 
doesn't  happen  to  carry  the  article. 


Illustrated  Lectures. 

A  series  of  free,  half-hour,  illustrated  lec- 
tures on  the  Indians  of  the  Southwest  will 
be  given  Sunday  afternoons  at  three  o'clock, 
beginning  this  Sunday,  at  the  Affiliated  Col- 
leges, to  explain  more  fully  the  cliff-dweller 
collection  which  is  being  displayed  as  the 
present  "Revolving  Exhibit"  of  the  Anthropo- 
logical Museum. 

Lantern  views  will  show  the  cliff  towns, 
fortresses,  watch  towers,  and  irrigation 
ditches  of  the  prehistoric  aborigines  of  Ari- 
zona, while  a  lecturer  from  the  museum  staff 
describes  the  implements  found  in  the  ruins, 
the  ingenious  uses  to  which  they  were  put, 
and  what  is  known  of  the  mysterious  race 
that  left  them  behind.  The  connection  that 
exists  between  the  ancient  cliff  dwellers  and 
the  40,000  modern  Indians  of  the  Southwest 
will  be  traced,  and  in  every  way  the  special 
collection  on  exhibit  will  be  illustrated  and 
made  intelligible. 

The  purpose  of  the  talks  is  educational  and 
in  line  with  the  museum's  policy.  Professor 
A.  L.  Kroeber,  the  curator,  believes  that  a 
well-chosen  specimen  properly  labeled  will  tell 
a  story  to  every  visitor,  but  that  it  will  have 
twice  the  meaning  and  interest  if  it  can  be 
explained  and  its  particular  features  set  forth 
by  some  one  who  has  given  it  individual 
study.  A  special  lecture  on  each  new  exhibit 
shown  is  therefore  part  of  the  museum's 
scheme  of  work  for  the  coming  year.  It  is 
planned  to  continue  the  talks  on  each  subject 
as  long  as  the  collections  to  which  they  refer 
remain  on  display.  The  lectures  on  the  cliff- 
dwellers,  for  instance,  will  be  given  every 
Sunday  during  July  and  August. 

To  enable  visitors  to  inspect  the  exhibits 
after  the  lecture,  the  museum  will  remain 
open  an  hour  longer  than  on  week  days  on 
this  and  following  Sundays,  closing  at  five  in- 
stead of  four. 


For  ages  the  jet  trade  figured  as  one  of 
those  domestic  industries  which  were  such  a 
feature  of  England  before  the  industrial  rev- 
olution. A  considerable  portion  of  the  popu- 
lation of  Whitby  devoted  their  energies  to 
it,  so  much  so  that  it  was  the  staple  industry 
of  the  village,  ousting  fishing  and  other 
coastal  pursuits.  The  Whitby  craftsmen 
working  in  their  own  homes  acquired  a  very 
high  reputation  for  their  decorative  skill. 
The  decline  of  this  ancient  domestic  industry 
is  to  be  attributed  to  many  causes.  In  the 
latter  part  of  the  Victorian  era  jet  ornaments 
went  out  of  fashion,  and  nowadays  they  are 
seldom  worn  even  in  times  of  mourning. 
Moreover,  the  industrial  revolution,  occasion- 
ing as  it  did  a  great  demand  for  iron  and 
coal,  attracted  the  jet  miners  to  these  in- 
dustries owing  to  the  higher  wages  that  could 
be  obtained. 


During  his  stay  at  the  Columbia  Theatre 
James  K.  Hackett  will  stage  three  entirely 
new  plays.  One  of  them  will  be  Booth  Tark- 
ington's  "The  Man  on  Horseback,"  and  an- 
other Edwin  Milton  Royle's  new  work,  which 
is  a  sequel  to  "The  Squaw  Man." 
■«•» 

Richard  Harding  Davis,  novelist,  and  Bessie 
McCoy,  who  won  her  chief  fame  in  the  "Yama 
Yama"  song  in  "The  Three  Twins,"  were  mar- 
ried July  8.  It  was  only  last  month  that  Mr. 
Davis's  first  wife  obtained  a  divorce  from  him. 


Children's    horoscopes    accurately    cast,    $5. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Can  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Turkish  Bath 
1 2  th  Floor 

Ladies'  Hair  Dressing  Parlors' 
2d  Floor 

Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

Basement,  Geary  St.  Entrance 

Under  the  management  of  James  Woods 


\ot#wt§ops 


Sunimeringat  this  luxurious  resort  on 
the  Ocean  Beach  is  Ideal.  The  delightful 
ocean  breeze  gives  new  zest  to  a  round 
of  the  links  or  a  slashing  set  of  tennis. 
Every  out-of-door  amusement  here  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  quiet  rest.    Summer  Rates. 

H.  W.  WILLS,  Manager,  Coronado,  CaJ. 

or  H.  F.  NorcroM,  AgL.  334  So.  Spring  St. 
Los  Angeles,  CaJ. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  20,  1912. 


dears' 

Don't  simply 
"get  a  cake  of  soap." 
Get  good  soap.  Ask 
for  Pears'  and  you 
have  pure  soap. 
Then  bathing  will 
mean  more  than 
mere  cleanliness;  it 
will  be  luxury  at 
trifling  cost. 

Sales  increasing  since  1789. 


TOYO    KISEN    KAISHA 

(ORIENTAL    S.    S.    CO.) 

S.  S.  Shinyo    Maru    (new) 

Saturdav,  Aug.   3,  1912 

S.  £-.  Chiyo  Maru Saturday,  Aug.  31,  1912 

S.  S.  Xippon    Maru    (intermediate    service    sa- 
loon accommodations  at  reduced  rates) .... 

Saturday,    Sept,    21,1912 

S.  S.  Tenvo    Maru    (via  Manila  direct) 

Friday,  Sept.  27,  1912 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier,  No.  34, 
near  foot  of  Erannan  Street,  1  p.  m.,  for 
Yokohama  and  Hongkong,  calling  at  Honolulu, 
Kobe  ( Hiogo ) ,  Nagasaki  and  Shanghai,  and 
connecting  at  Hongkong  with  steamer  for  Ma- 
nila, India,  etc  No  cargo  received  on  board 
on  day  of  sailing. 

Round-trip   tickets  at  reduced  rates. 
For     freight     and     passage     apply     at     office, 
fourth  floor  Western  Metropolis  National  Bank 
Eldg.,  625  Market  St  W.  H.  AVERY, 

Assistant  General  Manager. 


A  PRODUCT  of  QUALITY 


BOOTHS 


CRESCENT 
BRAND 


v>/ 


.WINES 


WESTERN  ASSURANCE  COMPANY 

TORONTO 

United    States    Assets $2,404,810.30 

Surplus     1,027,308.85 

PACIFIC    COAST    DEPARTMENT 

129   LEIDESDORFF  STREET 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

W.  L.  W.  MILLER,  Manager 


Gladding.McBean&Co. 

Manufacturers  Clay  Products 

Crocker  Bldg.  San  Francisco 

Works.  Lincoln.Cal 


CITIZENS'  ALLIANCE 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

OPEN 
SHOP 


'  Labor  I'nions  reward  the 
shiftless  and  incompetent  at 
the  expense  of  the  able  and 
industriou- ,*' 

— Woodrow  Wilam.  Fek.  26,  1905. 


The  Citizens'  Alliance  offices 

Nos.  363-365-369  Russ  Bldg 

San  Francisco 


JOHN  G.  ILS  &  CO. 


Manufacturer! 


High    Gra  Je   French   Ranges 

Complete    Kitchen    and    Bakery   Outfits 
Carving  Tables,  Coffee  Urns.  I>ish  Heaters 

827-829  Mis  .on  St,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 


THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


"How  long  did  your  honeymoon  last?" 
"Until  the  first  day  I  asked  George  for  money, 
I   think." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

Waiter — Well,  sir,  how  did  you  find  the 
beef?  Diner — Oh!  I  happened  to  shift  a  po- 
tato,  and — well,   there  it  was. — Bystander. 

'Why  do  so  many  of  the  fellows  go  to  the 
big  dances  stag  ?"  "On  account  of  the 
scarcity  of  doe.  perhaps." — Cornell  Widow. 

"I  believe  honesty  pays  in  the  long  run." 
"So  do  I ;  but  I  often  wish  it  were  not  such 
a   mighty  long  run." — Chicago  Record-Herald. 

"Well,  how  did  you  find  the  seaside?" 
"Great!"  "And  how  did  you  find  the  girls?" 
"I  didn't  have  to.     They  found  me!" — Satire. 

"See  here,  my  friend,  you  must  walk  more.' 
"■Walk  more  !  Why,  doctor,  I  can't  afford  to 
walk.  I  own  a  $5000  auto." — Cleveland  Plain 
Dealer. 

"Pa,  what  is  the  Bohemian  Diet  ?"  "Ac- 
cording to  some  authorities,  my  son,  it's 
chiefly  champagne  and  cigarettes." — Birming- 
ham Age-Herald. 

"How  is  your  wife  getting  on  with  her 
social  settlement  work  ?"  "Great !  She's  had 
her  picture  in  the  paper  twice  this  month." 
— Detroit  Free  Press. 

"Life  is  full  of  inconsistencies,"  mused  the 
philosopher.  "Yes,"  replied  the  cj-nic,  "in 
dry  towns  people  lay  aside  most  for  a  rainy 
day." — Buffalo  Express. 

"I  met  your  father  last  evening  and  spoke 
to  him  about  our  being  married."  "Did  he 
strike  you  favorably  ?"  "Well,  not  exactly 
favorably,  but   rather   accurately." — Judge. 

Economical  Father  (to  his  daughter,  sotto 
voce) — I  say,  Alice,  play  some  song  that 
everybody  can  sing.  They're  doing  nothing 
but  eating  and  drinking. — Fliegende  Blatter. 

Baseball  Captain — You  shouldn't  be  so 
hard  on  the  boys.  They  played  very  well. 
The  game  was  lost  through  just  one  error. 
Manager — Yes;  so  was  Paradise. — Boston 
Trayi  script. 

"What  made  Mr.  Chuggins  buy  an  auto- 
mobile?" "His  wife  persuaded  him  by  calling 
his  attention  to  the  economy  of  having  gaso- 
line on  hand  to  clean  gloves  with." — Wash- 
ington Star. 

Mrs.  Knicker — Why  do  you  write  home  for 
more  money?  Mrs.  Bocker — If  George  is 
having  a  good  time  he  owes  it  to  me,  and 
if  he  isn't  having  a  good  time  he  has  saved 
it. — New  York  Sun. 

Cynicus — It  is  impossible  for  a  woman  to 
keep  a  secret,  Henpecke — I  don't  know  about 
that.  My  wife  and  I  were  engaged  several 
weeks  before  she  said  anything  to  me  about 
it. — London   Opinion. 

"Yes,  madam,  I  can  get  you  the  divorce 
you  desire.  For  $500  I  can  get  you  a  divorce 
— and  get  it  without  publicity,  too."  "But 
what  would  it  cost,"  she  asked,  "with  pub- 
licity?"— East    and    West. 

"Father,"  said  the  small  boy,  "what  is  a 
demagogue?"  "A  demagogue,  my  son,  is  a 
man  who  can  rock  the  boat  himself  and  per- 
suade everybody  that  there's  a  terrible  storm 
at  sea." — Washington  Star. 

Her  Father — Young  man,  are  you  qualified 
to  marry  and  support  my  daughter?  Adelbert 
— I  hold  the  record  for  running  my  four  cylin- 
der roadster  twenty-seven  miles  on  a  pint  of 
gasoline. — New   York  Globe. 

"What  are  they  rehearsing  for,  papa?" 
asked  the  little  girl.  "For  some  pantomimes, 
my  dear."  "Is  mamma  to  be  in  'm?"  "No, 
dear,  no  one  does  any  talking  in  panto- 
mimes."— Yonkers  Statesman. 

Mrs.  McTaggart — Hoots !  Dinna  fash  yer- 
sel\  McTaggart!  'Twas  a  bad  shillm'  I  gave 
him !  The  McTaggart — A  bad  shillm' !  Ma 
conscience — sic — extravigence  !  Wuman,  had 
ye  no  bad  saxpence? — Sydney  Bulletin. 

"I  understand  that  Mr.  Grabwell  started  in 
life  by  borrowing  $50.  You  must  admire  a 
man  with  courage  like  that."  "No,  I  don't," 
replied  Mr.  Growcher.  "The  man  I  admire  is 
the  one  who  had  the  courage  to  lend  him 
the  fifty." — Washington  Star. 

"Isn't  the  ocean  grand  and  majestic  ?" 
"Yes ;  and  there  is  an  indefinable  something 
about  it  that  impresses  me  strangely." 
"What  is  it?"  "I  was  just  trying  to  deter- 
mine. I  have  it.  It's  the  utter  absence  of 
billboards." — Washington  Herald. 

"Oh,  Mr.  Smith,"  she  said,  "last  night  I 
had  such  a  delightful  dream !  I  positively 
dreamt  that  you  and  I — only  you  and  I,  mind 
— were  traveling  on  our  honeymoon.  Do  you 
ever  have  dreams  like  that,  Mr.  Smith?"  "I 
am  afraid  I  used  to.  Miss  Antique,"  he  an- 
swered, "but  now  I  am  more  careful  over  my 
suppers." — Yonkers  Statesman. 

"1  am  honest,  intelligent,  discreet,  indus- 
trious, and  capable  of  making  friends,"  said 
the  young  man  who  was  looking  for  employ- 
ment. "Well,"  replied  Senator  Sorghum, 
"you  ought  to  get  along ;  although  I  have  seen  I 


"My    wife    isn't    my    size." — Houston 


a  lot  of  men  go  before  conventions  with  those 
same  recommendations  and  fail  to  get  more 
than  a  complimentary  vote." — Washington 
Star. 

"Nope,     that     lawnmower     is     too     heavy." 
"That  ?      Too    heavy    for    a    person    of    your 
size?" 
Post. 

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mer boarders  this  year?"  "Well,  I  dunno 
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Pat  (to  doctor) — If  Oi  live,  doctor,  sure 
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And  if  you  die,  Pat,  you  can  thank  him,  too. 
— Judge. 

Patience — And  did  Will  tell  you  the  "old, 
old  story,"  last  night.  Patrice — Oh,  yes;  he 
said  he'd  been  fishing  and  hooked  one  weigh- 
ing ten  pounds,  but  it  got  away. — Yonkers 
Statesman. 

He — My  dear,  you  talked  in  your  sleep  a 
long  time  last  night.  She — What  did  I  talk 
about  ?  He — Why,  it  seemed  to  be  mainly 
abuse  of  me.  She — I  wasn't  asleep. — Cleve- 
land Plain  Dealer. 

"That  man  will  leave  footprints  in  the 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Oil  and  tie  Janitors— As  to  California- 
National  Insurance  in  England — Wilson  and  Gompers 
— The   Recall   of  Senator   Works — Mr.    Steffens  Again — 

The  Roosevelt  Movement  to  Date — Editorial  Notes 49-51 

POLITICAL  COMMENT   51 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn 52 

OLD   FAVORITES:     "Lotus   Leaves,"   by   Oscar  Wilde;    "The 

Sea  Gull,"  by  Dr.   S.   Weir  Mitchell 52 

ANOTHER  NOVELTY  AT  CO  VENT  GARDEN:  Production 
of    Zandonai's    New    Opera,    "Conchita."     By    Henry    C. 

Shelley 53 

INDIVIDUALITIES 53 

THE  WALLED-UP  DOOR:  A  Strange  Story  of  a  Jealous 
Husband    and    a    Deserted    House.     From    the   French    of 

Honore   de    Balzac 54 

GUY    DE    MAUPASSANT:     Ten    Years    in    the    Life    of   the 

Great  French  Novelist  as  Recorded  by  His  Valet 55 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received 56-57 

DRAMA:     Mr.   Hackett's   First   Offering.     By  Josephine   Hart 

Phelps. — Royal   Comic  Opera.     By  George  L.    Shoals....       58 

FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 59 

VANITY  FAIR:  "What  Women  Are  Doing"  or  What  They 
Say  They  Are  Doing — Ladies  of  Fifth  Avenue  and  of 
Sixt'  Avenue — Husbands  Wanted  for  Archduchesses — 
Mrs.  Atherton  and  the  Reporter — Parisians  and  Carriage 
Wheels — A  Poet's  Tomb  as  a  Mail-Box — Miss  Tucker's 
Eclipse  Hat    60 

STORYETTES:     Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise      61 

THE  MERRY  MUSE 61 

PERSONAL:     Notes  and  Gossip — Movements- and  Whereabouts      62 
THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events 63 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "On  the  Ferry-Boat,"  by  John  Hall 
Wheelock;  "The  Other  Lover,"  by  Joyce  Kilmer;  "The 
Harvest,"  by  Clinton  Scollard;  "Silence,"  by  Edith  Willis 

Linn   63 

THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS 64 

The  Oil  and  the  Janitors. 
It  would  be  interesting  to  know  the  outcome  of  the 
little  difficulty  between  the  board  of  education  and  the 
Painters'  Union,  if  indeed  there  can  be  any  doubt  of 
the  issue  when  organized  labor  deigns  to  issue  its  orders 
to  a  San  Francisco  official.  It  may  be  remembered  that 
the  board  of  education  purchased  a  quantity  of  oil  at 
the  public  expense  and  ordered  its  janitors  to  swab  this 
oil  over  the  schoolroom  floors  for  the  better  preserva- 
tion of  the  same  and  for  the  added  well-being  of  the 
children.  It  might  be  thought  that  to  swab  oil  over  a 
floor  is  a  comparatively  simple  job  and  one  that  comes 
well  within  the  capacities  and  the  duties  of  a  janitor. 
He  is  used  to  swab  water  over  the  floors,  and  the  change 
to  oil  might  be  effected  without  any  undue  strain  upon 
the  intelligence.  But  the  board  of  education  was  reck- 
oning without  the  labor  unions.  'It  seems  that  to  swab 
oil  over  floors  is  the  peculiar  privilege  of  the  painters' 
organization,  and  any  one  who  swabs  oil  over  a  floor 
without  belonging  to  that  organization  is  liable  to  un- 
pleasant penalties.  Never  mind  what  they  are,  but  it 
may  be  said  that  men  have  been  bludgeoned  and  dyna- 
mited for  doing  less  than  this.  But  the  board  of  educa- 
tion, as  a  preliminary,  was  asked  what  it  had  to  say 


for  itself  and,  naturally,  the  board  of  education  went 
down  on  its  knees  and  promised  to  consider  the  ques- 
tion of  paying  the  Painters'  Union  out  of  the  public 
funds  for  doing  the  work  that  the  janitors  are  already 
paid  for  doing.  The  fact  that  the  money  belongs  to 
the  public  sufficiently  explains  the  determination  of 
the  Painters'  Union  to  get  possession  of  it,  while  the 
additional  fact  that  organized  labor  has  votes  helps  us 
to  understand  why  the  board  of  education  should  be 
willing  to  aid  and  abet.  A  cheerful  cooperation  is  a 
great  lubricant  to  public  business  if  we  may  go  so  far 
as  to  mention  a  lubricant  without  the  permission  of  the 
Painters'  Union. 

But  it  would  be  interesting  to  know  how  the  matter 
was  settled  and  what  became  of  the  oil  purchased  from 
public  funds.  Considering  the  unlawful  purpose  for 
which  it  was  bought  it  is  "unfair"  oil  and  ought  not  to 
be  used  at  all.  Will  the  board  of  education  pay  $5  a 
day  to  the  Painters'  Union,  or  will  it  abandon  its  pur- 
pose of  oiling  the  floors?     We  ask  to  know. 


As  to  California. 
Upon  the  broad  theory  that  the  law  ought  not  to 
permit  an  act  plainly  wrong  in  morals,  many  have  be- 
lieved Governor  Johnson's  plan  to  turn  over  the  Repub- 
lican organization  of  California  bodily  to  the  Roosevelt 
movement  untenable.  But  the  attorney-general,  after 
what  is  described  as  an  exhaustive  study  of  the  pri- 
mary law,  has  rendered  an  opinion  technically  vali- 
dating the  governor's  plan.  In  its  moral  aspects  the 
proposal  is  one  of  bald,  bare-faced,  shameless  dis- 
honesty. Yet  under  the  law  it  may  be  carried  into 
effect;  and  since  the  governor  and  his  associates 
have  shown  themselves  insensible  to  ordinary  re- 
straints it  is  now  to  be  expected  that  they  will 
go  forward  with  it  according  to  the  programme. 
Avowing  themselves  no  longer  Republicans,  assert- 
ing their  affiliation  with  a  new  and  independent 
party,  they  will  nevertheless  make  use  of  the  Re- 
publican name  and  of  the  party  machinery,  leav- 
ing to  real  Republicans  the  choice  (1)  of  organizing 
anew  under  some  name  other  than  that  of  Republican, 

(2)  of  voting  for  some  other  than  their  own  candidate, 

(3)  of  disfranchisement.  They  can  do  this,  not  be- 
cause it  is  right  or  seemly  or  decent,  but  because,  having 
in  their  own  hands  the  official  powers  of  the  party  and 
the  official  powers  of  the  state,  they  may  be  a  law  unto 
themselves. 

Men  and  brethren  of  California,  many  an  embittered 
war  has  been  fought  upon  issues  less  vital  than  the  one 
here  presented.  It  is  not  in  human  nature — at  least 
not  in  the  nature  of  free,  intelligent,  and  spirited  men 
— to  suffer  this  kind  of  outrage  in  patience.  It 
is  a  thing  not  to  be  endured  without  resentment.  Yet, 
we  think,  it  would  be  folly  or  something  very  much 
worse  to  meet  usurpation  in  its  own  spirit  and  with  its 
own  weapons.  Better  far,  we  think,  suffer  a  great 
wrong,  leaving  time  to  rebuke  injustice  and  make  things 
even. 

Senator  Works,  one  of  the  followers  and  bene- 
ficiaries of  the  Johnson  machine,  in  a  moment  of  inde- 
pendence and  vmder  the  impulse  of  moral  inspiration 
has  stated  the  case.  His  phrases  in  condemnation  re- 
quire no  emphasis.  "They  are,"  he  has  said,  "wild  with 
passion."  To  "remain  on  committees  *  *  *  of  the  Re- 
publican party  and  at  the  same  time  act  with  the  new 
party  *  *  *  would  be  treachery  of  the  worst  kind."  It 
would,  Senator  Works  continues,  "dishonor  their  new 
party  at  the  very  beginning."  If  they  attempt  to  retain 
"the  machinery  or  offices  of  the  old  party  while  work- 
ing with  or  for  a  new  one  or  its  establishment,  they 
can  no  longer  cry  'thief  to  the  men  they  charge  with 
stealing  delegates  at  Chicago."  And  in  conclusion 
Senator  Works  declares  "no  man  of  right  principles  can 
consistently  support  their  new  party." 

Here  is  an  indictment  of  the  proposals  of  Governor 
Johnson  and  his  associates,  out  of  the  mouth  of  one 
of  their  own  partisans.    To  add  to  it  would  be  waste  of 


words.  To  seek  to  give  it  emphasis  would  be  futile. 
Senator  Works  has  stated  the  case  with  a  completeness 
which  does  credit  to  his  mind  and  honor  to  his  impulses. 
If  in  the  face  of  this  indictment  Governor  Johnson,  Mr. 
Lissner,  and  Mr.  Rowell  can  go  forward  with  their 
plan  as  given  to  the  public,  let  them  do  it — give  them 
all  the  rope  they  want  to  hang  themselves  with. 

Now  as  to  the  course  of  the  real  Republicans  of  Cali- 
fornia. We  can  speak  only  for  one.  He  will  not  be 
any  special  kind  of  Republican.  He  will  not  join  any 
reorganized  party  calling  itself  by  some  tricksy  name 
to  meet  the  requirements  of  a  sinister  situation.  He 
will  be  a  Republican,  voting  for  the  candidate  of 
his  party  if  the  opportunity  shall  present  itself  legiti- 
mately and  normally,  or  a  Republican  disfranchised 
through  the  arbitrary  and  dishonest  act  of  a  gang  of 
thieves  temporarily  in  authority.  In  this  matter  he 
will  yield  precisely  as  he  would  hand  over  his  purse  to  a 
cutthroat  and  robber  holding  a  pistol  at  his  head  in 
a  dark  alley.  He  will  yield,  not  in  the  sense  of  con- 
cession involving  respect  or  acknowledgment  under  any 
principle  of  decency  or  of  morals,  but  in  obedience  to 
an  arbitrary  situation,  in  deference  to  his  obligations 
as  a  civilized  man  and  in  happy  confidence  of  a  day, 
not  very  remote,  when  the  authors  of  this  crime  will 
be  forced  to  hide  their  faces  from  the  contempt  of 
honest  men. 

No  good  can  come,  we  think,  of  trying  by  cheap  tac- 
tical devices  to  overcome  a  usurpation  which  for  a 
brief  moment  is  in  the  saddle  of  authority.  Better,  we 
think,  to  let  a  shameless  dishonesty  take  its  ruthless 
course  and  ride  to  a  fall  than  attempt  to  thwart  it 
by  cheap  evasions  and  cheap  futilities.  In  the  long 
run  it  will  be  found  that  there  are  enough  honest  people 
in  California  to  rebuke  and  overwhelm  the  passion-mad 
faction  which  now  forgets  or  disregards  the  elementary 
principles  of  fair  play  and  decency. 

* 

National  Insurance  in  England. 

The  vast  scheme  of  national  insurance  that  has  just 
been  placed  in  operation  in  England  has  something 
more  than  an  academic  interest  for  Americans.  To 
movements  of  this  kind  there  are  no  national  fron- 
tiers. The  wave  of  discontent  passes  over  the  civilized 
world  without  reference  to  natural  or  artificial  bound- 
aries, and  the  forces  of  contagion  and  imitation  are 
among  those  that  must  be  faced  everywhere.  National 
insurance  was  adopted  years  ago  by  Germany  and  to 
some  extent  by  France,  but,  of  course,  without  any 
practical  alleviating  effect.  It  has  now  been  adopted 
upon  a  still  wider  scale  by  England,  and  it  is  easy  to 
see  the  beginnings  of  a  similar  agitation  here.  Ger- 
many is  said  bitterly  to  regret  a  scheme  that  has  pauper- 
ized the  people,  undermined  the  national  honesty,  en- 
dowed laziness,  and  turned  malingering  into  a  fine  art, 
but  example  has  no  deterrent  effect  upon  organized 
ignorance  or  upon  the  frothy  appeals  of  the  demagogue. 
It  is  to  be  feared  that  England  may  have  taken  another 
step  on  the  steep  descent  that  leads  to  the  jumping-off- 
place. 

It  is  easy  to  believe,  as  the  English  newspapers  tell 
us,  that  the  government  insurance  office  was  in  a  state 
of  chaos  five  days  before  the  new  act  went  into  opera- 
tion. To  enact  the  compulsory  insurance  of  practically 
everj'  wage-earner  in  the  country  and  to  allot  the  pre- 
mium proportions  between  the  government,  the  em- 
ployer, and  the  employed  was  a  comparatively  simple 
matter.  To  apply  the  enactment  to  a  thousand  indi- 
vidual and  unconsidered  conditions  was  more  difficult. 
To  foresee  what  may  be  called  the  psychology  of  the 
new  act  was  impossible.  The  problem  of  aliens,  of 
British  subjects  working  in  England  but  in  the  service 
of  foreign  employers,  and  a  hundred  other  questions  of 
a  like  kind  are  still  unsolved,  but  the  position  under  the 
new  act  of  casual  laborers — a  vast  army  in  England — 
promises  to  be  almost  threatening.  A  tramp,  so  we 
are  specifically  told,  who  stops  by  the  wayside  to  help 
a  farmer  with  a  load  of  hay  in  return  for  a  sixpence, 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


an  employee  under  the  act.  He  must  be  in- 
If  he  wanders  on  and  helps  another  farmer  in 
a  like  way  he  continues  to  be  the  servant  of  the  man 
who  first  employed  him.  In  fact  it  becomes  a  matter 
of  serious  responsibility  to  employ  any  one  to  do  any- 
thing. The  threat  of  a  vast  and  necessarily  misunder- 
stood legal  machine  accompanies  every  man  who  asks 
for  a  job  and  must  be  faced  by  every  man  who  gives  a 
job.  The  initial  confusion  and  perplexity  will  of 
course  be  lessened  as  time  goes  on,  but  what  will  not 
be  lessened  will  be  the  reluctance  to  incur  the  serious 
responsibilities  of  giving  work  if  they  can  in  any  way 
be  avoided. 

The  moral  and  mental  effects  of  such  legislation  as 
this  are  more  serious  than  the  economic.  They  have 
been  experienced  to  the  full  in  Germany,  but  the  ex- 
ample has  been  unheeded.  In  all  countries  with  a 
feudal  heritage  there  are  certain  recognized  moral  ob- 
ligations on  the  part  of  employers  that  go  far  to  coun- 
terbalance the  legal  injustices  of  the  system  and  that 
are  not  so  evident  in  newer  countries.  The  employees 
on  the  great  landed  estates,  and  even  in  the  older 
industries,  are  considered  parts  of  the  concern,  to  be 
cared  for  in  sickness  and  pensioned  until  death.  The 
underlying  idea  of  feudalism  is  an  old  one  and  it  is 
now  an  evil  one,  but  it  has  its  compensating  graces. 
It  implies  and  creates  a  sense  of  moral  obligation,  and 
a  sense  of  moral  obligation  is  not  a  thing  that  we  can 
dispense  with  just  at  present.  Why  should  the  landed 
proprietor  tolerate  the  presence  of  a  small  army  of 
pensioners,  as  he  does  now  in  a  thousand  cases,  when 
every  one  of  those  pensioners  becomes  a  "servant"  un- 
der the  law  and  as  such  must  be  scheduled,  registered, 
reported  upon,  and  insured?  Why  should  the  mistress 
concern  herself  with  the  ailing  servant  girl  who  is  now 
entitled  by  law  to  a  niggardly  pension  of  a  couple  of 
dollars  a  week  and  upon  whose  account  the  said  mis- 
tress has  been  filling  up  weekly  insurance  papers  until 
she  is  sick  of  the  sight  of  them  ?  Why  should  the  busi- 
ness man  continue  the  salary  of  his  disabled  stenogra- 
pher, seeing  that  he  has  been  steadily  mulcted  in  weekly 
premiums  as  a  provision  against  this  very  eventuality? 
The  government  will  provide  her  with  medical  attend- 
ance— and  we  know  the  kind  of  medical  attendance  that 
is  secured  on  a  system  of  weekly  payments — and  the 
government  will  pay  her  a  wretched  pittance  while  she 
is  out  of  work.  Why  should  the  employer  feel  under 
any  further  obligation?  But  to  substitute  a  govern- 
ment schedule  in  place  of  a  decent  human  benevolence 
is  a  bad  business.  It  has  been  proved  to  be  so  in  Ger- 
many, and  England  is  likely  to  learn  the  same  lesson. 
Kindly  relationships  will  give  way  to  a  noxious  swarm 
of  inspectors  with  their  noxious  notebooks,  and  there 
is  no  such  blot  upon  a  social  landscape  as  this. 

And  it  will  do  no  good.  It  will  be  oil  upon  the  flame 
of  discontent.  It  has  been  seized  upon  as  a  popular 
right,  at  the  point  of  the  bayonet,  as  it  were,  and  as 
soon  as  the  new  doles  have  become  familiar  they  will 
cease  to  be  gratifying — like  all  familiar  things— and  will 
be  used  as  a  base  for  new  and  still  more  arrogant  de- 
mands. In  earlier  times  we  might  have  looked  upon 
such  an  experiment  with  curiosity.  But  nowadays  all 
the  world  lives  next  door,  and  unfortunately  folly  is  so 
much  more  contagious  than  wisdom. 


Wilson  and  Gompers. 
One  day  last  week  Mr.  Gompers  hied  himself  to  Sea- 
girt on  the  Jersey  coast  for  a  two  hours'  chat  with  Pro- 
fessor Wilson.  What  passed  between  the  apostle  of  de- 
moralized labor  and  the  Democratic  candidate  has  not 
been  divulged  though  we  are  assured  that  they  came  to 
a  "satisfactory  mutual  understanding."  We  can  but 
wonder,  in  view  of  the  well-known  claims  of  Mr.  Gom- 
pers and  of  the  definite  demands  of  the  Baltimore  plat- 
form, how  Professor  Wilson  squared  himself  with  re- 
spect to  certain  very  definite  views  declared  in  a 
baccalaureate  sermon  delivered  at  Princeton  University 
in  1909  and  printed  in  the  Trenton  True  American  of 
June  14  of  the  same  year.  The  professor's  text  was 
from  the  seventeenth  chapter  of  Luke,  tenth  verse,  and 
as  follows : 

We  are  unprofitable  servants.  We  have  not  done  that 
which  was  our  duty  to  do. 

Among  oilier  things  the  professor  said: 

You  know  what  the  usual  standard  of  the  employee  is  in 
our  day.  It  is  to  give  as  little  as  he  may  for  his  wages. 
Labor  is  standardized  by  the  trades  union,  and  this  is  the 
standard  to  which  it  is  made  to  conform.  No  one  is  suf- 
fered to  do  i^ore  than  the  average  workman  can  do.  In  some 
trades  and  Handicrafts  no  one  is  suffered  to  do  more  than 
the  least  skihrul  of  his  fellows  can  do  within  the  hours  allotted 


to  a  day's  labor,  and  no  one  may  work  out  of  hours  at  all 
or  volunteer  anything  beyond  the  minimum. 

******** 

It  is  so  unprofitable  to  the  employer  that  in  some  trades  it 
will  presently  not  be  worth  while  to  attempt  anything  at  all. 
He  had  better  stop  altogether  than  operate  at  an  inevitable 
and  invariable  loss.  The  labor  of  America  is  rapidly  becom- 
ing unprofitable  under  its  present  regulation  by  those  who 
have  determined  to  reduce  it  to  a  minimum. 

******** 

Our  economic  supremacy  may  be  lost  because  the  country 
grows  more  and  more  full   of  unprofitable   servants. 

These  excerpts  are  by  no  means  exhaustive.  They 
are  merely  sample  passages  taken  from  a  sermon  which 
fairly  bristled  with  sound  social  and  economic  truth. 
We  do  not  make  these  citations  to  criticize  them,  but 
to  commend  them;  for  they  are  in  entire  accord  with 
principles  for  which  the  Argonaut  has  long  contended. 
But  how  is  a  man  who  could  give  solemn  utterance  to 
these  principles  to  stand  firmly  upon  a  platform  which 
promises  aid  and  comfort  to  labor  unionism  in  its  ex- 
treme and  aggressive  aspects?  And  by  what  magic 
does  a  man  who  only  three  years  ago  in  the  maturity 
of  his  judgments  held  and  preached  these  doctrines  con- 
trive to  conciliate  and  satisfy  Mr.  Gompers? 


The  "Recall"  of  Senator  Works. 

The  attempt  on  the  part  of  the  Johnson-Lissnerites 
to  recall  Senator  Works  illustrates  the  mental  atti- 
tude of  the  leaders  of  the  progressive  movement 
in  California.  Under  their  conception  of  things, 
Mr.  Works  in  his  senatorial  character  represents, 
not  the  people  of  California,  but  the  faction  which 
by  a  dishonest  trick  brought  about  his  election. 
Mr.  Works  is  asked  to  resign,  not  because  of  any  vio- 
lation of  his  oath  or  of  his  duty,  but  because  he  has 
opinions  with  respect  to  certain  political  proposals  which 
put  him  "out  of  step"  with  the  progressive  leaders  of 
California.  Mr.  Works,  quite  naturally,  takes  the 
broad  and  traditional  ground  that  as  a  senator  he  is 
accountable,  not  to  a  factional  group  of  politicians,  but 
to  the  people  of  California.  He  will  not  resign  to 
please  Mr.  Lissner  and  Governor  Johnson  nor  will 
he  trim  his  political  and  moral  judgments  to  the  meas- 
ure of  their  conceptions  and  plans.  He  sees  no  reason 
why  he  is  not  entitled  to  hold  views  respecting  the  ex- 
pediency and  honesty  of  certain  proposals  in  politics, 
and  he  does  not  know  why  he  should  consult  Mr.  Liss- 
ner and  Governor  Johnson  before  declaring  them.       — 

All  of  which  goes  to  show  that  Mr.  Works,  for  all 
the  pretensions  and  presumptions  connected  with  his 
election  to  the  Senate,  is  only  half  a  progressive.  For 
your  real  progressive  under  the  California  idea  is  the 
rankest  of  programmers.  He  has  no  opinions  which 
he  ventures  to  announce  unapproved,  no  convictions  he 
is  not  ready  to  compromise,  no  standards  by  which  to 
measure  the  right  and  the  wrong  of  things.  Progres- 
sivism  in  California,  according  to  those  who  by  their 
acts  define  its  character  and  its  laws,  is  a  state  of  com- 
plete subserviency  to  the  will,  however  whimsical,  how- 
ever in  conflict  with  traditional  habits  of  thought  or  of 
established  standards  of  morals,  of  Johnson,  Lissner  & 
Co. 

We  wonder  if  the  rank  and  file  of  progressivism  in 
California,  the  men  who  have  followed  and  supported 
this  movement  from  high  and  worthy  motives,  ever  give 
themselves  leave  to  look  the  facts  of  progressive  domi- 
nation in  California  fairly  in  the  face.  If  so  we 
should  like  to  know  by  what  species  of  mental  and 
moral  logic  they  justify  a  record  which  includes  the 
steam-rollering  of  Alden  Anderson,  the  subjugation  of 
the  state  legislature  to  a  personal  will  through  a  system 
of  terrorism  and  of  rewards,  the  election  of  Mr.  Works 
to  the  Senate  in  open  disregard  of  the  law,  the  use  of 
state  patronage  in  unnumbered  corrupt  ways,  and  which 
now  aims  literally  to  steal  the  Republican  party  name 
and  organization  and  carry  it  body  and  breeches  to  the 
support  of  a  new  political  movement.  We  should  like 
to  know  by  what  philosophy  a  "policy"  more  personal, 
more  arbitrary,  more  ruthless  than  anything  California 
ever  saw  in  the  worst  days  of  her  political  experience 
is  brought  to  accord  with  high  pretensions  of  moral 
purpose,  with  resounding  theories  of  rectitude,  and 
above  all  with  the  sacred  principle  of  "rule  of  the 
people." 

Senator  Works  is  perhaps  the  most  notable  bene- 
ficiary of  the  "policy"  of  progressivism  as  defined  and 
operated  in  California  by  Johnson,  Lissner  &  Co.  He 
is  a  senator  through  their  favor  and  by  an  act  of 
flagrant  dishonesty.  But  for  all  this  his  moral  sense 
in  political  matters  has  not  been  wholly  dulled.  "They," 
he  has  said,  "can  not  remain  on  committees  in  state  or 


county  of  the  Republican  party  and  at  the  same  time 
act  with  the  new  party.  This  would  be  treachery  of 
the  worst  kind.  It  would  dishonor  their  new  party  at 
the  very  beginning.  If  they  attempt  by  direct  or  indi- 
rect means  to  hold  on  to  the  machinery  or  offices  of  the 
old  party  while  working  with  or  for  a  new  one  or  its 
establishment,  they  can  no  longer  cry  'thief  to  the 
men  they  charge  with  stealing  delegates  at  Chicago,  and 
no  man  of  right  political  principles  can  consistently 
support  their  new  party."  This  is  straight  to  the  point. 
It  accords  with  the  fundamental  sense  of  fair  play. 
It  presents  the  only  possible  theory  in  harmony  with 
the  general  pretensions  of  progressivism — mind  we  say 
pretensions  as  distinct  from  actions.  Furthermore  it  is 
not  without  a  sanction  which  ought  to  have  weight  with 
Johnson,  Lissner  &  Co.  But  perhaps  these  gentlemen 
do  not  know  that  their  guide,  philosopher,  and  exem- 
plar, Colonel  Roosevelt,  once  took  the  same  ground. 
In  1884,  when  asked  to  bolt  the  nomination  of  Blaine 
after  he  had  opposed  the  Blaine  men  in  the  convention, 
he  declared  this  principle: 

A  man  can  not  act  both  within  and  without  the  party ;   he 
can  do  either,  but  he  can  not  possibly  do  both. 

The  Works  recall  incident  is  an  interesting  epi 
sode.  It  exhibits  a  capacity  for  sound  thinking  on 
moral  lines  on  the  part  of  a  man  willing,  for  all  his 
ability  to  think  straight,  to  accept  the  benefits  of  a 
dishonest  political  act.  On  the  other  hand  it  exhibits 
the  narrowness  of  the  estimate  in  which  the  progressive 
leadership  of  California  holds  representative  office  and 
illustrates  the  discrepancy  between  its  pretensions  and 
its  practice.  Forever  prating  of  honesty  and  of  "rule 
of  the  people,"  it  never  by  any  chance  matches  theory 
with  performance.  It  has  established  in  California  a 
system  which  in  its  subordination  of  men  and  officials, 
and  in  its  contempt  of  representative  obligations,  makes 
the  old  rule  of  the  political  boss,  by  comparison,  a 
scheme  of  moral  suasion. 


~~\ 


Mr.  Steffens  Again. 

Some  recent  proceedings  at  the  Darrow  trial  in  Los 
Angeles  are  of  a  nature  to  strike  us  with  a  sense  of 
perplexity  and  even  of  dismay.  That  our  law  courts 
should  forget  their  proper  functions,  that  they  should 
allow  themselves  to  degenerate  into  a  sort  of  public 
show  like  an  athletic  contest  or  a  bull-fight  has,  un- 
fortunately, become  a  commonplace,  and  especially  in 
criminal  cases.  But  the  Darrow  trial  furnishes  us  with 
a  distinct  novelty,  thanks  to  Mr.  Lincoln  Steffens  and 
the  judicial  complacence  that  tolerated  Mr.  Lincoln 
Steffens.  The  trial  is  supposedly  for  the  purpose  of 
ascertaining  whether  Mr.  Darrow  did  or  did  not  attempt 
to  bribe  certain  jurymen.  It  seems  to  have  resolved 
into  an  elaborate  inquiry  into  the  social,  political,  and 
religious  opinions  of  Mr.  Steffens. 

That  Mr.  Steffens  should  be  summoned  as  a  witness 
was  reasonable  enough,  seeing  that  he  might  have  had 
certain  information  relevant  to  the  case.  If  he  had 
such  information  he  carefully  concealed  it.  But  he  did 
not  conceal  his  views  on  the  McNamara  trial  in  general, 
on  the  functions  of  Christianity,  and  on  the  virtues  of 
love  and  charity  as  they  should  be  displayed  toward 
two  wholesale  murderers.  Of  love  and  charity  for 
their  victims  and  for  the  wives  and  children  of  their 
victims  there  was  no  mention. 

Our  surprise  that  four  hours  of  public  time  should 
be  wasted  in  ascertaining  the  detestable  opinions  of  Mr. 
Steffens  upon  matters  quite  foreign  to  the  case  is  only 
equaled  by  our  surprise  at  those  opinions  themselves 
and  at  the  effrontery  that  expressed  them.  It  appears 
that  at  the  very  time  when  Mr.  Steffens  was  moving 
heaven  and  earth  to  secure  the  release  of  the  Mc- 
Namaras  he  knew  that  they  were  guilty.  They  had 
confessed  their  crime  and  Mr.  Steffens  knew  that  they 
had  confessed  it.  They  had  admitted  the  murder  of 
over  twenty  people  whom  they,  and  he,  knew  to  be 
innocent  of  all  offense  and  belonging  to  those  very 
ranks  of  labor  whom  they,  and  he,  profess  to  be  cham- 
pioning. They  had  committed  that  murder  after  taking 
every  precaution  for  their  own  personal  safety.  And 
yet  Mr.  Steffens  is  not  ashamed  to  stand. up  in  a  court 
of  law  and  proudly  admit  that  he  did  everything  he 
could  for  their  escape.  There  is  only  one  extenuating 
circumstance  that  can  be  urged  for  Mr.  Steffens.  It 
seems  merciful  to  assume  that  he  was  mentally  diseased. 

But  Mr.  Steffens  went  further  than  this.  He  pro- 
claimed his  conviction  that  the  McNamaras  ought  not 
to  have  been  punished  at  all  for  the  confessed  murder 
of  over  twenty  people  and  for  the  implication  that  natur- 
ally followed  the  commissi! 
dynamite   outrages   throughoi 


July  27,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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hard  to  believe  that  a  man  of  education  should  be  so 
lost  to  the  obligations  of  civilization,  indeed  of  mere 
common  decency,  as  to  offer  such  a  contention  as  this. 
But  the  fact  is  upon  record.  Mr.  Steffens  said  this,  ac- 
cording to  the  report,  and  the  court  heard  him  say  it 
without  protest.  The  crime  of  the  McNamaras,  says 
Mr.  Steffens,  was  "a  social  crime."  The  conditions 
that  caused  it  should  have  been  treated,  and  presumably 
the  murderers  should  have  been  respectfully  notified 
that  the  points  at  issue  would  be  immediately  adjusted. 

The  further  we  go  in  the  "evidence"  of  Mr.  Steffens 
the  more  amazing  does  it  become.  If  some  I.  W.  W. 
orator  had  said  half  as  much  at  San  Diego  it  would  be 
easy  to  understand  that  the  tar  bucket  or  the  lunatic 
asylum  would  be  the  only  alternatives.  But  no  I.  W. 
W.  ever  talked  like  Mr.  Steffens.  No  I.  W.  W.  would 
dare.  Not  satisfied  with  this  maudlin  plea  for  two  par- 
ticularly cowardly  murderers,  Mr.  Steffens  went  on  to 
explain  why,  in  his  opinion,  the  prosecution  of  the 
McNamaras  had  been  undertaken.  That  it  was  under- 
taken because  a  score  of  people  had  been  brutally  mur- 
dered and  because  there  was  every  reason  to  believe 
that  the  McNamaras  were  the  murderers  had  apparently 
never  entered  his  head.  No.  The  McNamaras  were 
prosecuted  because  orders  for  two  "victims"  had  been 
received  from  certain  Eastern  interests.  And  this  opin- 
ion, be  it  remembered,  was  voiced  by  Mr.  Steffens  a 
week  ago  and  in  face  of  the  fact  that  the  McNamaras 
confessed  and  are  now  in  prison.  In  the  eyes  of  Mr. 
Steffens  these  men  are  still  "victims,"  the  prey  of  in- 
satiate corporation  revenges,  martyrs  to  the  great  cause 
of  social  justice. 

There  is  only  one  way  to  describe  the  part  played  by 
Mr.  Steffens  from  first  to  last  in  these  proceedings.  It 
stinks.  It  is  an  insult  to  good  government  and  to  the 
law.  Mr.  Steffens  had  no  legal  standing  in  the  Mc- 
Namara  trials.  He  had  no  more  right  to  interfere  or 
to  a  hearing  than  any  other  private  person  in  the  coun- 
try. And  yet  one  might  have  supposed  that  he  owned 
Los  Angeles,  owned  the  prisoners,  owned  the  courts. 
His  was  the  one  voice  externally  audible.  His  admoni- 
tions, pieties,  Scriptural  tags,  beseechings,  and  threaten- 
ings  filled  the  air.  He  seems  to  have  had  a  perpetual 
passport  to  the  prison  on  one  side  and  the  judge's  cham- 
ber on  the  other.  And  now  we  are  informed,  and  in  a 
court  of  justice,  too,  that  all  these  hysterical  hurryings 
and  scurryings  were  undertaken  on  behalf  of  two  men 
whom  he  knew  to  be  murderers,  that  murder  ceases  to 
be  a  crime  if  undertaken  for  "social"  ends,  and  that  the 
McNamaras  are  being  punished,  not  for  killing  over 
twenty  people,  but  because  certain  corporations  had  de- 
manded two  "victims."  Is  it  any  wonder  that  our 
courts  should  be  losing  the  respect  of  the  country  when 
they  allow  hysteriacs  like  Mr.  Steffens  to  use  them  as 
a  convenient  forum  for  anarchy? 


The  Roosevelt  Movement  to  Date. 

In  the  events  and  declarations  of  the  past  week  we 
have  a  pretty  fair  measure  of  the  intentions  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt  as  they  stand  at  this  moment,  subject  of 
course,  as  is  always  the  case  in  his  affairs,  to  further 
modification.  Mr.  Roosevelt  still  asserts  his  candi- 
dacy, and  is  assured  under  characteristic  self-con- 
fidence of  his  election.  With  a  fine  emphasis,  not 
to  say  unction,  he  declares  for  state  tickets  wholly 
independent  of  any  other  party,  yet  he  adroitly  avoids 
passing  judgment  upon  schemes  of  robbery  projected 
in  California,  Pennsylvania,  and  Maryland.  Fairly  in- 
terpreted, this  means  that  a  course  of  action  which  he 
condemns  elsewhere  will  be  justified  in  the  states  named. 

The  plan  for  a  nation-wide  organization  of  the  new 
party  has  been  dropped.  For  one  reason  the  re- 
sponse has  not  been  sufficient — not  even  sufficient  for 
make-believe  campaigns  in  many  of  the  states.  For 
another,  there  is  an  obvious  lack  of  funds.  Evidently 
the  big  interests  which  backed  the  pre-convention  cam- 
paign are  not — not  yet  at  least — putting  themselves  be- 
hind Mr.  Roosevelt's  independent  candidacy.  The  bull- 
moose  finds  himself  in  a  dilemma  complicated  in  two 
serious  ways — he  has  few  partisans  and  little  money. 
To  augment  his  personal  forces  is  in  the  present  pos- 
ture of  affairs  impossible.  That  he  can  refurnish  his 
campaign  chest  by  further  drafts  upon  his  big  backers 
is  as  yet  uncertain.  The  latest  suggestion  as  regards 
this  phase  of  the  case  is  to  the  effect  that  the  "interests" 
are  not  so  eager  as  they  were  prior  to  the  Democratic 
convention  to  defeat  Mr.  Taft,  and  that  they  will  not 
therefore  continue  to  supply  a  candidacy  which  from 
the  beginning  was  nothing  more  or  less  than  a  move- 
ment against  Taft. 

The  Roosevelt  plan  now  is  fcr  a  campaign,  nation 


wide  in  its  pretensions,  but  limited  actually  to  three  or 
four  states  where  the  Republican  margin  is  narrow 
and  wherein  the  diverting  of  a  relatively  few  votes 
would  be  fatal  to  Mr.  Taft.  In  other  words,  Mr.  Roose- 
velt's candidacy  is  not  a  genuine  one,  aiming  at  inde 
pendent  success,  but  a  mere  malicious  scheme  to  beat 
Taft.  It  is  not,  in  fact,  a  candidacy  at  all,  only  a 
scheme  to  thwart  and  destroy,  under  the  impulses,  so 
far  as  Roosevelt  himself  is  concerned,  of  hatred,  dis- 
appointment, and  rage. 


Editorial  Notes. 

The  latest  fall-out  among  our  local  progressives  is 
between  Governor  Johnson  and  Congressman  Kent. 
The  latter,  having  at  an  earlier  time  declared  that  he 
would  not  be  a  candidate  for  reelection,  has  changed 
his  mind,  and  he  finds,  so  it  is  reported  from  Washing- 
ton, that  in  the  reapportionment  of  congressional  dis- 
tricts Johnson  has  given  him  what  in  his  refined  pro- 
gressive way  he  styles  a  "raw  deal."  There  are  hints 
of  still  another  personal  irritation  in  the  family  of  pro- 
gressive leaders.  The  story  is  that  Governor  Johnson, 
who  has  never  really  liked  Mr.  Heney,  became  espe- 
cially exasperated  with  him  at  Chicago,  due  no  doubt 
to  a  certain  confusing  parallelism  in  their  habits  of 
thought  and  expression.  The  men,  it  seems,  were  so 
alike  in  their  convention  manners  that  Chairman 
Root  could  not  distinguish  between  them,  and  on 
every  occasion  when  Governor  Johnson  rose  to  speak 
he  was  suavely  recognized  by  the  chair  as  "Mr.  Heney." 
Close  observers  declare  that  no  small  part  of  Mr.  John- 
son's choler  in  convention  was  a  product  of  Mr.  Root's 
persistent  inability  to  differentiate  one  desert  ass  from 
another.  . . 

The  invincible  egotism  of  our  eminent  fellow-citizen, 
Mr.  Rudolph  Spreckels,  almost  commands  respect. 
Here  is  a  man  whom  reverses,  disappointments,  snubs, 
and  sneers  can  not  daunt.  When  he  finds  his  counsels 
rejected  in  one  quarter  he  bestows  them  in  another. 
In  the  three  or  four  years  in  which  he  has  been  con- 
scious of  anything  in  the  political  sphere  he  has  toyed 
with  every  party  and  every  faction,  and  always  with 
a  solemn  assumption  of  pontifical  authority.  His  latest 
venture  in  politics,  embodied  in  a  telegram  of  informa- 
tion and  counsel  to  the  Democratic  candidate  for  the 
presidency,  gets  pretty  close  to  the  line  of  impertinence. 
Possibly  it  may  some  day  dawn  upon  Mr.  Spreckels  that 
the  one  thing  he  is  capable  of  doing  effectively  in  poli- 
tics is  to  write  his  name  at  the  business  end  of  a  check. 
At  this  point  he  is  well  qualified  to  shine;  but  in  other 
capacities  he  is  in  danger  of  making  himself  ridiculous. 


That  Senator  Poindexter  should  introduce  a  bill  to 
abolish  scientific  shop  management  in  all  government 
establishments  and  that  the  bill  should  be  favorably  re- 
ported is  one  of  those  events  that  may  well  make  us 
despair  of  democracy.  For  scientific  management 
means  no  more  than  doing  things  in  the  best  instead 
of  the  worst  way,  with  ease  instead  of  difficulty,  with 
an  economy  of  time  instead  of  its  waste.  Naturally  it 
is  hated  by  the  labor  movement,  whose  cardinal  prin- 
ciple is  to  divide  among  four  men  the  work  of  two 
and  to  carry  out  every  undertaking  with  the  utmost 
possible  expenditure  of  time  and  money  so  long  as  the 
time  and  the  money  are  public  property.  Senator  Poin- 
dexter's  bill,  if  it  is  passed,  will  be  a  law  against  ef- 
ficiency, and  that  it  should  even  be  discussed  is  a  dis- 
heartening commentary  upon  legislative  intelligence. 


If  Mr.  Roosevelt  had  declared  a  preference  among 
vice-presidential  aspirants  on  the  score  of  policy,  it 
would  not  have  seemed  so  cruel.  Everybody  under- 
stands that  it  is  "good  politics"  to  cajole  New  York 
and  coddle  Indiana.  But  Mr.  Roosevelt's  preference 
for  Judge  Lindsey  of  Colorado  has  no  shadow  of  diplo- 
matic justification.  He  prefers  Lindsey  just  because 
he  likes  him,  because  he  esteems  him  a  better  man  than 
the  other  availables.    Alas  for  our  poor  bruised  Hiram ! 


Mr.  Rowell  finds  it  difficult  to  suppress  his  earlier 
and  worthier  aims  and  ideas  in  politics.  Even  in  his 
character  of  official  explainer  of  the  plan  to  steal  the 
Republican  name  and  machinery  for  the  Roosevelt 
movement  he  squirms  uncomfortably.  And,  in  mani- 
fest shame,  he  fudges  a  bit.  "We  suspect,"  he  says, 
"that  the  plan  includes  also  the  running  of  electoral 
candidates  by  petition  as  straight  progressives."  This, 
to  say  the  least,  is  evasive.  It  is  not  the  straight  truth 
and  Mr.  Rowell  ought  to  know  it.  There  is — or  there 
was — no  intention  to  "run  electoral  candidates  by  peti- 


tion as  straight   progressives."     The   ini  ,>as   to 

do  precisely  the  other  thing — to  run    !<<»  candi- 

dates under  the  Republican  name,  to  the  end  of  stealing 
an  unworthy  advantage.  Mr.  Rowell  must  have  known 
this — he  must  know  it  now.  And  if  he  were  the  man 
he  once  was,  he  would  not  lend  his  name  and  credit  to 
a  cheap  evasion. 

POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


An  Overmastering  Craving. 
Mr.  Munsey's  paper  now  confesses  that  a  large  number  of 
the  Roosevelt  contests  had  no  merit,  but  were  made  for  "psy- 
chological effect."  Mr.  Roosevelt  himself  has  confessed  it  by 
saying  after  the  decisions  that  he  had  never  counted  as  be- 
longing to  him  many  votes  which  he  was  before  strenuously 
demanding  that  the  national  committee  should  give  him.  If 
those  delegates  put  up  for  "psychological  effect"  had  been 
seated,  though  Mr.  Roosevelt  knew  their  claims  were  fraudu- 
lent, does  any  one  doubt  that  he  would  have  accepted  their 
votes?  He  never  waived  his  claim  to  them  till  their  dis- 
honesty was  palpable  to  all  men  and  it  became  necessary  to 
dissociate  their  cases  from  others  yet  to  be  decided.  If  Mr. 
Roosevelt  could  have  secured  his  nomination  with  the  aid  of 
his  "psychological"  contestants  from  Alabama  and  other 
Southern  states  he  would  now  be  running  as  the  apostle  of 
regularity,  proclaiming  that  Southern  representation  was  truly 
democratic  and  as  "clean  as  a  hound's  tooth."  His  "moral 
issue"  is,  as  Mr.  La  Follette  says,  nothing  "excepting  his  own 
overmastering  craving  for  a  third  term." — Washington  corre- 
spondence.   

"Taft  Progressive"  Defined 
If  they  do  not  know  what  a  Taft  Progressive  is  in  other 
parts  of  the  country  we  know  up  here  in  New  Hampshire 
mighty  well.  It  is  a  Progressive  without  personal  ambitions 
to  serve,  a  Progressive  who  is  not  an  office-holder  under  Gov- 
ernor Bass  and  not  an  office-seeker  under  him,  Roosevelt,  or 
any  other  man ;  it  is  a  Progressive  who  looks  with  broad 
views  at  national  questions  and  whose  love  of  country  is 
higher  than  his  desire  for  gratification  of  personal  spiles ; 
it  is  a  Progressive  to  whom  the  lingo  of  the  prize-ring  does 
not  appeal  as  an  argument  for  his  vote  in  a  national  election  ; 
it  is  a  Progressive  who  has  the  ideal  of  universal  peace  among 
nations  as  the  goal  of  world  progress. — Rochester  (New  Hamp- 
shire) Courier.  

All  for  One  and  One  for  All. 
In  the  van  of  every  fight,  where  the  bullets  fall  thickest, 
it  must  be  a  comfort  to  Mr.  Roosevelt  to  have  always  about 
him  the  compact  little  group  of  lifeguardsmen  composed  of 
Gifford  Pinchot  of  New  York,  G.  Pinchot  of  Pennsylvania, 
and  ex-Forester  Pinchot  of  California.  Other  soldiers  of  the 
cause  may  falter  at  times.  Jealousy  may  rend  their  ranks 
asunder.  But  malice  or  envy  can  never  lay  its  paralyzing 
hand  on  the  Three  Musketeers  under  the  one  Pinchot  hat. 
Is  a  petition  necessary  in  California?  Ex-Forester  Pinchot 
will  sign  it.  Are  court  proceedings  necessary  in  Pennsyl- 
vania ?  G.  Pinchot  will  be  behind  them.  Is  New  York  to  be 
redeemed  from  the  bosses?  Gifford  Pinchot  will  put  his 
shoulder  to  the  wheel.  History  records  no  such  unanimity  of 
purpose.  It  is  one  for  all  and  all  for  one,  even  as  in  Alex- 
andre Dumas. — New  York  Evening  Post. 


Regulars  and  Guerillas. 
Colonel  Roosevelt's  announced  plan  to  organize  an  "entirely 
independent  party"  does  not  square  with  the  methods  of  its 
proposed  formation.  The  Republican  party  in  certain  states 
shall  be  the  Roosevelt  party ;  in  other  states  some  other  party 
shall  be  the  Roosevelt  party.  The  Colonel  will  in  some  places 
stay  in  so  as  to  keep  the  Taft  people  out ;  in  others  he  will  go  out 
because  the  Taft  forces  are  in.  Nothing  could  be  plainer  or 
easier.  Yet  it  appears  appropriate  to  quote  Colonel  Roosevelt' 
himself  when  in  1884  he  was  asked  to  bolt  the  nomination 
of  Blaine  after  he  had  opposed  the  Blaine  statesmen  in  the 
national  convention.  Said  Mr.  Roosevelt  then  :  "A  man  can 
not  act  both  without  and  within  the  party ;  he  can  do  either, 
but  he  can  not  possibly  do  both.  Each  course  has  its  advan- 
tages and  each  has  its  disadvantages  and  one  can  not  take 
the  advantages  or  the  disadvantages  separately.  I  went  in 
with  my  -eyes  open  to  do  what  I  could  within  the  party ;  I 
did  my  best  and  got  beaten,  and  I  propose  to  stand  by  the 
result.  It  is  impossible  to  combine  the  functions  of  a  guerilla 
chief  with  those  of  a  colonel  in  the  regular  army ;  one  has 
greater  independence  of  action,  the  other  is  able  to  make 
what  action  he  does  take  vastly  more  effective.  In  certain 
contingencies  the  one  can  do  most  good,  in  certain  contin- 
gencies the  other  ;  but  there  is  no  use  in  accepting  a  commis- 
sion and  then  trying  to  play  the  game  out  on  a  lone  hand." 
The  Colonel's  task  now  is  to  fuse  the  regulars  with  the 
guerillas.  He  will  form  an  "entirely  independent  party"  by 
taking  whole  regiments  of  regulars  with  him  into  the  guerilla 
camp. — Portland   Oregonian. 


A  Sad  Disillusionment. 
To  those  who  have  taken  patriotic  pride  in  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
great  fame  and  his  varied  services  to  his  own  country  and  to 
the  world,  who  have  rejoiced  to  feel  that  in  him  they  had 
a  leader  of  clear  and  disinterested  moral  perceptions,  his 
latest  exhibition  of  a  determination  to  win  votes  by  trickery 
with  the  Electoral  College  must  come  as  a  sad  disillusion- 
ment.— New  York  Tribune. 


For  fifteen  years  the  price  of  railroad  ties  has  been 
steadily  advancing,  and  it  is  still  going  up.  All  sorts 
of  substitutes  have  been  tested  and  all  have  failed.  A 
wooden  tie  alone  seems  to  fill  the  bill.  The  rails  do 
not  rest  fight  on  stone,  cement,  or  steel;  there  is  just 
enough  and  not  too  much  elasticity  in  wood  to  neu- 
tralize the  sharpness  and  harshness  of  the  contact  be- 
tween the  wheels  and  the  track.  But  the  wooden  tie  is 
becoming  so  costly  that  the  railroad  corporations  are 
eagerly  hoping  for  the  coming  of  the  man  with  the  sub- 
stitute. In  the  meantime,  of  course,  some  of  the  larger 
and  wealthier  railroad  corporations  have  gone  exten- 
sively into  forestry  with  the  purpose  of  ultimately  sup- 
plying themselves  with  timber  for  tics  and  other  pur- 
poses. 

Roughly  ten  per  cent  of  births  in  Japan  are  illegiti- 
mate, and  one  per  cent  are  the  children  of  concubines 
(says  the  Far  East).  One  of  the  causes  leading  to  this 
state  of  affairs  is  the  prevalence  of  divorce.  Eleven 
per  cent  of  the  marriage  ties  are  broken,  and  this  does 
not  take  into  account  the  trial  marriages. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


THK  COSMOPOLITAN. 


It  seems  that  the  British  people  will  never  stand  for  eternal 
damnation.  They  are  no  longer  in  the  state  of  mind  of  the 
dying  soldier  who  was  first  assured  by  his  corporal  that  hell 
must  be  his  portion  and  was  then  exhorted  to  be  grateful 
that  a  place  had  been  prepared  for  him.  It  seems  that  Canon 
Hensley  Henson  of  Westminster  Abbey  and  the  Rev.  R.  J. 
Campbell  have  been  asked  to  comment  on  the  decision  of 
the  International  Bible  Students'  Association  of  America  that 
hell  is  a  myth.  Canon  Henson  says:  "Such  discussion  as 
that  is  inconceivable  in  a  seriously  representative  body  here. 
It  was  done  with  a  generation  ago.  You  can't  get  any  public 
interest  about  such  a  matter  here.  People  would  say  you 
were  'flogging  a  dead  horse.' "  Mr.  Campbell  is  no  less 
emphatic.  He  says:  "This  seems  to  me  to  be  a  very  belated 
pronouncement.  I  don't  know  any  clergyman  here  who  be- 
lieves in  eternal  punishment;  nor  do  I  think  any  educated 
clergyman  has  done  so  for  many  years." 


a  liar,  would  have  us  believe  that  the  Kaiser  considers  him- 
self as  rightful  heir  to  the  British  throne  upon  the  ground 
that  he  is  the  eldest  child  of  the  eldest  child  of  Queen 
Victoria.  Lord  Haldane  in  his  next  speech  might  say  some- 
thing upon  this  point  with  a  view  to  throwing  oil  or  water 
upon  the  flames  of  German  indignation,  and  it  would  be  in- 
teresting to  see  which  it  would  be. 


The  reputation  of  the  late  Pere  Hyacinthe  will  not  suffer 
by  the  recent  publication  of  his  diary.  It  shows  him  as  one 
of  those  rare  and  valiant  men  who  are  never  so  calm  and 
confident  as  when  they  stand  alone.  The  last  entry  in  his 
diary,  dated  January  29,  1912,  shows  the  extraordinary  toler- 
ance with  which  he  swept  aside  the  artificial  barriers  of 
ecclesiasticism  and  recognized  the  essentials  of  religious  faith 
under  whatever  garb  they  might  present  themselves.  The 
enlry  is  as  follows:  "To  Abd-el-Akim,  who  came  to  visit  me 
on  my  sick  bed,  'We  are  both  true  believers,  you  and  I.  In 
the  name  of  Him  whom  3fou  call  Allah  and  I  call  Jehovah, 
the  Eternal,  Him  who  is — place  your  hand  on  my  head  and 
bless  me.'  There  were  tears  in  my  eyes,  and  he,  greatly 
moved,  did  as  I  bid  him." 


The  natives  of  the  Congo,  of  Peru,  and  of  other  rubber- 
producing  countries  have  good  reasons  to  pray  to  whatever 
gods  there  be  for  the  success  of  the  artificial  rubber  experi 
ments  now  in  progress.  The  story  of  native  races  has  too 
often  been  that  of  a  long  crucifixion  at  the  hands  of  their 
white  exploiters,  but  the  disclosures  from  the  Congo  and  now 
from  Peru  are  of  a  kind  to  make  us  shiver  and  vomit.  The 
Roman  amphitheatre  never  sawr  scenes  one-half  so  horrible 
The  inquisition  never  imitated  quite  so  successfully  the 
miseries  of  hell.  And  in  this  connection  a  horrid  question 
inevitably  intrudes  itself.  Would  all  white  men  act  in  this 
way  if  given  an  opportunity  to  vent  their  cruelty  unobserved 
and  unrestrained?  It  would  seem  that  all  white  men  do  so 
when  they  are  hunting  rubber.  Or  may  we  suppose  that 
there  is  something  occult  about  rubber  that  calls  forth  the 
latent  human  ferocities?  In  the  meantime  the  stories  from 
Peru  may  be  recommended  to  those  vaporous  minds  that  love 
to  dwell  upon  the  progress  of  the  human  race  and  the  ethical 
developments   of   civilization. 


The  lady  researcher  has  found  some  curious  documents 
among  the  Mexican  archives.  Among  them  is  the  record 
of  the  trial  for  heresy  and  treason  of  the  Portuguese  pilot 
who  accompanied  Drake  on  his  Mexican  expedition.  Other 
papers  relate  to  Hawkins  and  Drake  and  are  said  to  be  of 
great  historical  importance.  Discoveries  of  this  kind  are  so 
numerous  that  one  wonders  that  there  is  no  concerted  effort 
to  search  all  national  archives  in  the  interests  of  history. 
These  finds  are  nearly  always  accidental  and  they  suggest 
the  existence  of  a  great  wealth  of  material  that  ought  to 
come  out  into  the  light. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Switzerland  is  a  small  country,  but  she  has  a  high  opinion 
of  her  powers  of  self-defense,  and  an  opinion  that  is  probably 
well  justified  by  the  facts.  Just  at  present  a  new  picture 
postcard  is  attracting  a  good  deal  of  attention.  It  was  issued 
in  view  of  the  approaching  visit  of  the  German  emperor, 
who  is  represented  as  standing  by  the  side  of  a  Swiss  soldier 
who  has  just  fired  at  a  target  and  made  a  bull's-eye.  "Per- 
fect, my  boy,"  says  the  emperor.  "Switzerland  has  100,000 
marksmen  like  you,  but  what  would  you  do  if  200,000  Ger- 
mans should  enter  your  country?"  "In  that  case,  sire,"  re- 
plies the  soldier,  "we  should  have  to  use  a  second  bullet." 


London  Anszcers  has  discovered  a  man  who  earns  a  good 
living  by  selling  plots  to  story-writers.  Who  will  question  that 
his  occupation  is  an  honest  and  a  useful  one?  He  himself 
could  not  write  a  story  to  save  his  life.  He  says  so  himself. 
But  he  can  devise  curious  situations  of  the  kind  that  appeal 
to  the  novelist.  On  the  other  hand  here  is  the  story-writer 
who  has  the  literary  and  descriptive  gift,  but  without  the 
imagination  that  enables  him  to  turn  that  gift  to  the  best 
account.  Obviously  they  ought  to  "get  together."  For  a  story 
that  the  actual  author  will  sell  for  $15  the  inventor  of  the 
plot  will  receive  $2.50,  which  is  very  fair  pay,  seeing  that  his 
share  of  the  work  can  be  done  in  twenty  minutes.  The 
author  of  a  serial  that  is  now  running  pays  him  $7.50  a  week 
for  a  sketchy  outline  of  each  installment,  and  he  finds  that 
this  imaginative  work  is  so  easy  that  the  ruminative  early 
morning  walk  often  constitutes  a  successful  day's  work. 
There  should  be  room  for  an  extension  of  this  idea.  In  these 
days  of  labor  subdivision  why  should  we  not  have  composite 
stories  of  a  new  kind,  with  the  plot  supplied  by  one  man, 
the  literary  gorgeousness  by  another,  the  humor  by  a  third, 
and  the  slang  by  a  specialist  in  that  art? 


If  any  one  should  ascribe  the  present  superfluity  of  nuns 
to  the  feminist  movement  in  its  wider  aspects  he  would  prob- 
ably lay  himself  open  to  rebuke.  That  there  is  such  a  super- 
fluity is  shown  by  the  complaints  addressed  to  the  Vatican 
from  all  parts  of  the  world.  These  complaints  say  that  in- 
numerable female  congregations  are  coming  into  existence 
and  that  they  often  originate  either  in  feminine  caprice  or 
in  fulfillment  of  the  vow  of  some  devotee  and  that  they  are 
a  nuisance.  Evidently  the  Vatican  sympathizes,  for  the  Pope 
has  decided  to  suppress  all  sisterhoods  less  than  ten  years 
old  and  all  that  have  less  than  fifty  members.  Now  the  nun 
and  the  suffragette  seem  to  be  as  wide  apart  as  the  poles, 
but  perhaps  they  are  differently  actuated  by  the  same  force, 
a  vague  restlessness  and  a  yearning  for  self-expression.  Just 
as  heat,  light,  and  sound  are  alike  produced  by  etheric  vibra- 
tions, so  the  religious  vow  and  the  political  ambition  may 
spring  from  a  common  source  in  woman's  realization  of  her- 
self as  a  spiritual  and  mental  entity. 


It  is  said  that  five  white  women  who  married  Japanese  have 
been  sent  from  Los  Angeles  to  the  insane  asylum  within  the 
last  year.  Evidently  they  were  fit  subjects  for  restraint  be 
fore  they  committed  the  "rash  act,"  since  the  intention  to 
marry  outside  of  one's  own  root  race  is  prima  facie  evidence 
of  mental  unbalance.  It  implies  sexual  perversion,  one  of 
the  surest  signs  of  abnormality.  Probably  it  is  a  mistake  to 
argue  that  these  women  became  insane  because  of  differences 
in  temperament,  heredity,  instinct,  and  tradition.  All  these 
things  may  be  factors  in  the  force  that  finally  unseated  the 
reason,  but  the  chief  of  all  causes  was  the  radical  infraction 
of  a  natural  law.  It  is  true  that  we  do  not  know  much  about 
that  law,  because  the  temptation  to  violate  it  is  fortunately  a 
rare  one.  Here  and  there  we  see  its  operation  where  white  men 
have  been  brought  into  contact  with  older  races  and  where  spe- 
cial conditions  have  led  to  these  deplorable  unions.  Nature  has 
inflicted  her  inflexible  reproof.  Sterility,  physical  disease, 
and  insanity  have  been  her  stern  reminders  of  the  racial 
barriers.  It  is  not  a  question  of  superiority  and  inferiority, 
but  simply  one  of  racial  difference,  and  not  to  be  waved  upon 
one  side  by  uninstructed  humanitarianism  or  by  the  kind  of 
sentiment   that  is   known   as   gush. 


The  spy  mania  in  Europe  is  evidently  becoming  epidemic. 
A  few  weeks  ago  a  Russian  officer  was  arrested  in  Berlin,  and 
within  a  few  days  a  German  officer  was  arrested  in  St.  Peters- 
burg. Obviously,  say  the  Germans,  the  second  arrest  was  due 
to  revenge,  and  the  net  result  of  the  whole  silly  business 
is  that  Germans  and  Russians  love  each  other  a  little  less 
than  they  did  before — if  that  is  possible.  But  that  these 
arrests  should  produce  a  lack  of  cordiality  at  the  forthcoming 
meeting  between  the  Czar  and  the  emperor  seems  absurd,  or 
that  there  should  be  a  "light  mist"  as  predicted  by  a  Russian 
diplomat.  European  rulers  are  very  much  like  the  ancient 
Roman  augurs.  They  meet  in  public  with  their  tongues  in 
their  cheeks,  and  when  they  meet  in  private  they  probably 
discuss  domestic  matters  and  the  best  way  to  deepen  their 
influence  upon  the  minds  of  their  silly  subjects.  The  rulers 
of  Europe  form  a  large  and  united  family.  They  do  not 
quarrel,  but  they  are  very  much  afraid  lest  their  people  shall 
weary  of  them.  

Some  of  the  German  newspapers  are  very  angry  with  Lord 
Haldane  for  his  praise  of  the  emperor,  and  especially  for 
bis  remark  that  he  is  half  an  Englishman.  Certainly  it  was 
a  clumsy  reminder,  and  one  that  was  hardly  likely  to  please 
German  sentiment.  But  to  resent  a  fact  and  to  deny  its 
truth  are  two  different  things,  and  however  horrid  the  actual 
truth  may  be  not  even  a  German  patriot  can  overcome  the 
fact  that  the  emperor  is  the  son  of  Princess  Louise,  eldest 
daughter  of  Qi  een  Victoria,  and  that  King  George  is  his 
cousin.  There  is  of  course  the  possible  reply  that  the  Prin- 
cess Louise  herself  was  a  German  of  the  house  of  Saxe-Coburg 
Gotha,  but  th  is  simply  a  part  of  the  general  intermingling 
of   European     ->yallics.     Moreover,   common   rumor,    doubtless 


It  is  a  sad  case  of  mistaken  identity  that  is  reported  from 
Weimar  in  Germany,  even  though  the  identity  be  only  that  of 
a  skeleton.  In  1S26  the  Grand  Duke  Charles  Augustus  or- 
dered that  the  bones  of  Goethe  and  Schiller  be  placed  in  the 
grand  ducal  mausoleum.  There  was  some  doubt  as  to  the 
Schiller  remains,  since  the  shelf  upon  which  his  coffin  had 
been  placed  was  found  to  be  broken  and  no  less  than  twenty- 
three  skeletons  were  lying  in  confusion  upon  the  floor.  But 
the  authorities  did  the  best  they  could.  The  twenty-three 
skulls  were  collected,  compared  with  death  masks  and  por- 
traits, and  finally  a  choice  was  made.  Then  the  favored  skull 
was  reunited  with  the  other  bones  of  the  skeleton  and  rev- 
erentially interred  in  the  mausoleum.  Now  it  has  been  proved 
that  a  mistake  was  made  and  it  can  not  be  corrected.  All  that 
can  be  done  is  to  remove  from  the  mausoleum  the  undistin- 
guished skeleton  that  for  so  many  years  has  been  enjoying 
unearned  honors  and  this  has  been  duly  attended  to.  But  it 
seems  a  pity.  One  skeleton  is  as  good  as  another,  and  if  it 
is  true  that  there  are  now  enough  "nails  from  the  true  cross" 
to  build  a  ship  surely  we  need  not  be  too  particular  about 
the  relics  of  a  dead  poet.  And  yet  the  correction  of  the  error 
may  save  some  trouble  at  the  last  trump.  It  would  be  a 
calamity  if  that  occasion  should  be  marred  by  problems  of 
mistaken  identity  or  by  charges  of  false  pretenses. 

Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn. 


It  is  a  singular  fact  that  June  21  is  the  only  day  in 
the  year  that  at  sunrise  a  shadow  is  cast  by  the  "holy 
stone"  across  the  altar  stone  at  Stonehenge,  England. 
The  event  is  always  made  the  occasion  of  a  pilgrimage 
at  daybreak  by  members  of  the" Universal  Bond  of  the 
Sons  of  Men,  and  many  American  tourists.  Stone- 
henge is  reported  to  have  been  a  sun  temple,  and  cer- 
tain quaint  ceremonials  are  gone  through  by  these  en- 
thusiastic early  risers. 


Lotus  Leaves. 

There  is   no  peace   beneath   the  noon. 
Ah  !   in  those  meadows  is  there  peace 
Where,  girdled  with  a  silver  fleece, 

As  a  bright  shepherd,  strays  the  moon? 

Queen  of  the  gardens  of  the  sky, 

Where  stars  like  lilies,  white  and  fair, 
Shine  through  the  mists  of  frosty  air, 

Oh,  tarry,  for  the  dawn  is  nigh  ! 

Oh,  tarry,   for  the  envious  day 

Stretches  long  hands  to   catch   thy  feet. 
Alas!  but  thou  art  overfleet, 

Alas !  I  know  thou  wilt  not  stay. 

Up  sprang  the  sun  to  run  his  race, 

The  breeze  blew  fair  on  meadow  and  lea ; 
But  in  the  west  I  seemed  to  see 

The   likeness   of  a  human  face. 

A  linnet  on  the  hawthorn  spray 

Sang   of   the   glories   of  the   spring, 
And  made  the  flow'ring  copses  ring 

With  gladness  for  the  new-born  day. 

A  lark  from  out  the  grass  I  trod 
Flew  wildly,  and  was  lost  to  view 
In   the  great   seamless  veil   of  blue 

That  hangs  before  the  face  of  God. 

The  willow  whispered  overhead 
That  death  is  but  a  newer  life, 
And  that  with  idle  words  of  strife 

We  bring  dishonor  on  the  dead. 

I  took  a  branch  from  off  the  tree, 

And  hawthorn-blossoms  drench  with  dew, 
I  bound  them  with  a  sprig  of  yew, 

And  make  a  garland  fair  to  see. 

I  laid  the  flowers  where  He  lies, 

(Warm  leaves  and  flowers  on  the  stone) 
What  joy  I  had  to  sit  alone 

Till   evening   broke  on  tired   eyes ; 

Till  all  the  shifting  clouds  had  spun 
A  robe  of  gold  for  God  to  wear, 
And  into  seas  of  purple  air 

Sank  the  bright  galley  of  the  sun. 


Shall  I  be  gladdened  for  the  day, 
And  let  my  inner  heart  be  stirred 
By  murmuring  tree  or  song  of  bird. 

And  sorrow   at  the  wild  wind's  play  ? 

Not  so  ;  such   idle  dreams  belong 
To  souls  of  lesser  depth  than  mine ; 
I  feel  that  I  am  half-divine ; 

I  know  that  I  am  great  and  strong. 

I  know  that  every  forest  tree 
By  labor  rises  from  the  root; 
I  know  that  none  shall  gather  fruit 


By  sailing  on  the  barren  sea. 


-Oscar  Wilde, 


The  Sea  Gull. 
The   woods   are   full   of  merry   minstrelsy ; 

Glad  are  the  hedges  with  the  notes  of  spring; 
But   o'er   the   sad   and   uncompanioned   sea 

No  love-born  voices  ring. 

Gray  mariner  of  every  ocean  clime, 
If  I  could  wander  on  as  sure  a  wing, 

Or  beat  with  yellow  web  thy  pathless  sea, 
I,  loo,  might  cease  to  sing. 

Would  I  could  share  thy  silver-flashing  swoop. 

Thy  steady  poise  above  the  bounding  deep, 
Or  buoyant  float  with  thine  instinctive  trust, 

Rocked  in  a  dreamless  sleep ! 

Thine  is  the  heritage   of  simple  things, 

The  untasked  liberty  of  sea  and  air, 
Some  tender  yearning  for  the  peopled  nest 

Thy  only  freight  of  care. 

Thou  hast  no  forecast  of  the  morrow's  need, 

No  bitter  memory  of  yesterdays  ; 
Nor  stirs  thy  thought  that  airy  sea  o'erhead, 

Nor  ocean's  boundless  ways. 

Thou  silent  raider  of  the  abounding  sea, 
Intent  and  resolute,  ah,  who  may  guess 

What  primal  notes  of  gladness  thou  hast  lost 
In   this   vast  loneliness! 

Where  bides  thy  mate  ?     On  some  lorn  ocean  rock 
Seaward  she  watches.     Hark!  the  one  shrill  cry, 

Strident  and  harsh,  across  the  wave  shall  be 
Her  welcome — thy  reply. 

When  first  thy  sires,  with  joy-discovered  flight, 

High   on   exultant  pinions  sped  afar. 
Had  they  no  cry  of  gladness  or  of  love, 

No  bugle  note  of  war? 

What  gallant  song  their  happy  treasury  held, 
Such  as  the  pleasant  woodland  folk  employ, 

The  lone  sea-thunder  quelled.     Thou  bast  one  note 
For  love,  for  hate,  for  joy. 

Yet  who  that  hears  this  stormy  ocean  voice 

Would  not,  like  them,  at  last  be  hushed  and  stilled, 

Were  all  his  days  through  endless  ages  past 
With  this  stern  music  filled? 

What  matters  it?     Ah,  not  alone  are  loved 
Leaf-cloistered  poets  who  can  love  in  song. 

Home  to  the  wild-eyed  !     Home !     She  will  not  miss 
The  music  lost  so  long. 

Home  !  for  the  night  wind  signals,  "Get  thee  home"  ; 

Home,   hardy  admiral   of  the  rolling  deep  ; 
Home  from  the  foray!     Home!     That  silenced  song 

Love's  endless  echoes  keep. 

—Dr.  Silas  Weir  Mitchell. 


It  is  predicted  that  copra  is  to  be  the  next  boom  in 
the  Philippines.  Mr.  Bassett  of  the  Bureau  of  Agri- 
culture is  an  enthusiast,  and  believes  that  cocoanut  oil 
will  in  great  measure  supplant  animal  fats.  There  are 
already  40,000,000  cocoa  palms  in  the.  islands,  and  in 
Mindanao  there   are   twenty  '"  -nit  es- 

tates owned  by  - 


July  27,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


53 


ANOTHER  NOVELTY  AT  COVENT  GARDEN. 


Production  of  Zandonai's  New  Opera,  "  Conchita." 


One  experiment  has  not  exhausted  the  working  of  the 
leaven  of  Hammersteinism  in  the  hearts  of  the  officials 
of  Covent  Garden.  Some  four  weeks  ago  I  recorded 
how  the  rivalry  of  the  London  Opera  House  had  led 
to  the  production  of  "The  Jewels  of  the  Madonna," 
and  now  another  novelty  has  to  be  placed  to  the  credit 
of  the  same  motive.  Or  perhaps  the  receipts  from 
Wolf-Ferrari's  opera  may  have  had  something  to  do 
with  it.  It  may  even  be  that  increase  of  appetite  has 
grown  by  what  it  has  fed  on.  Whatever  the  cause,  or 
blend  of  causes,  musical  London  is  to  be  congratulated 
on  the  fact  that  a  new  policy  has  been  inaugurated  at 
Covent  Garden,  and  that  henceforth  an  opera  will  not 
have  become  trite  in  history  before  it  is  heard  in  the 
British  capital. 

Congratulations  are  also  due  to  Riccardo  Zandonai. 
He  is  one  of  the  most  youthful  of  present-day  com- 
posers, not  having  completed  his  thirtieth  year,  and  it 
was  only  last  fall  that  his  "Conchita"  was  first  per- 
formed at  Milan.  To  have  produced  such  a  work  be- 
fore reaching  his  third  decade  and  to  have  secured  a 
London  performance  in  less  than  a  year  after  its 
premiere  is  a  double  event  of  which  any  musician  might 
be  proud.  Nor  is  that  all.  His  choice  of  a  theme  is 
a  tribute  to  his  discernment.  For  in  more  than  one 
respect  Signor  Zandonai's  "Conchita"  parallels  Bizet's 
"Carmen."  That  famous  opera,  it  will  be  remembered, 
was  based  on  a  story  by  Prosper  Merimee  which  re- 
quired extraordinary  acumen  to  detect  its  drama,  so 
hidden  was  the  theme  under  descriptive  writing  and 
psychological  analysis.  The  same  is  true  of  "Con- 
chita." The  libretto  confesses  indebtedness  to  "La 
Femme  et  la  Pantin,"  the  novel  by  that  Pierre  Louys 
who  has  dallied  with  Alexandrian  morals  and  Sapphic 
love.  It  needed  keen  vision  to  perceive  operatic  pos- 
sibilities in  a  story  which  is  abstract  rather  than  con- 
crete, but  the  germ  once  recognized  all  that  was  neces- 
sary was  to  offer  the  audience  the  means  of  seeing  it 
« i tli  the  eyes  of  its  discoverer.  Hence  the  elaboration 
of  atmosphere  in  scene  and  setting,  plus  the  explanation 
of  the  programme  that  what  in  the  novel  was  "moral 
insensibility"  becomes  in  the  opera  "pride  in  purity 
under  the  appearance  of  vice." 

Although  ostensibly  divided  into  four  acts,  "Con- 
chita" is  really  a  six-act  opera,  for  there  are  two  con- 
necting scenes  which  have  more  body  than  the  usual 
type  of  intermezzo.  The  four  chief  sets,  however,  are 
a  cigar  factory,  Conchita's  lowly  home,  a  cottage,  and 
the  mansion  of  the  hero.  Such,  then,  is  the  framework 
of  the  opera,  the  interest  of  which  centres  in  three 
characters,  Conchita  herself,  her  mother,  and  her 
wealthy  lover  Mateo. 

Now  Conchita  is  reminiscent  of  Carmen  in  that  she 
is  a  poor  cigar-maker,  and  the  parallel  between  the 
two  extends  to  the  opening  scene  being  laid  in  a  cigar 
factory.  There  is  this  difference,  however,  that  the 
building  where  Conchita  works  was  once  a  monastery, 
a  variant  upon  the  prototype  which  excused  the  intro- 
duction of  much  picturesque  detail.  It  also  accounted 
for  the  fact  that  it  was  a  favorite  resort  of  tourists, 
many  of  whom — Mateo  included — pass  through  the 
factory  in  the  first  act.  Here,  then,  the  paths  of  Con- 
chita and  Mateo  cross  each  other.  But  not  for  the 
first  time.  The  story  suggests  that  they  have  met  be- 
fore, and  that  at  that  earlier  meeting  Mateo  rescued 
Conchita  from  the  unwelcome  attentions  of  a  crowd  of 
boisterous  admirers.  The  seeds  of  love,  then,  had  al- 
ready been  sown  in  both  hearts,  and  Mateo,  as  he 
passes  through  the  factory,  signalizes  his  favor  towards 
Conchita  by  presenting  her  with  money.  The  climax 
of  the  act  shows  Conchita  renouncing  work  for  a  month 
to  have  a  good  time  on  her  admirer's  gift. 

By  way  of  introduction  to  the  second  act  there  fol- 
lowed a  street  scene  depicting  the  lovers  on  their  way 
to  Conchita's  home,  and  here  again  she  accepts,  in  fruit- 
buying,  the  services  of  Mateo's  purse  without  any 
scruples  of  conscience.  But  in  the  act  itself  she  de- 
velops that  "pride  in  purity"  of  which  the  libretto  gave 
warning.  For  when  Mateo,  moved  to  compassion  by 
the  poverty  of  Conchita's  mother,  leaves  his  purse  be- 
hind him,  the  heroine  grows  suspicious  and  upbraids 
her  parent  with  a  desire  to  sell  her  for  gold.  Here  is 
inconsistency  indeed !  And  there  is  more  whim  to  fol- 
low. 

For  the  prelude  to  the  third  act  discloses  how  the 
wayward  Conchita  has  put  into  execution  her  threat  to 
earn  her  living  henceforth  by  dancing  at  a  disreputable 
cafe.  This  was  a  picture  of  thrilling  animation,  gay  in 
color,  sparkling  in  melody,  and  redolent  of  abandon. 
It  afforded  an  opportunity  to  force  the  note  of  "pride  in 
purity,"  and  Signor  Zandonai  utilized  it  at  its  full 
value.  Nor  did  he  shrink  from  the  "appearance  of 
vice."  The  cafe  was  thronged  with  tourists  of  the  type 
who  leave  their  wives  at  home  that  they  may  be  un- 
trammeled  in  their  ambition  to  "see  life."  They  were 
not  disappointed.  The  orchestral  color  took  a  bluish 
tinge ;  the  Flamenco  was  executed  as  naughtily  as  pos- 
sible; and  Conchita  obliged  with  a  dance  on  a  table 
which  must  have  satisfied  the  seekers  after  illicit  pleas- 
ure. And  the  more  the  sheer  sensuality  of  the  picture 
was  heightened  the  more  one  wondered  that  Conchita 
should  lake  money  for  such  exihibitions  and  yet  regard 
it  as  tainted  when  offered  to  her  mother  or  accept  it 
when  given  for  nothing. 

But  that  is  of  the  essence  of  the  opera.  Obviously 
Signor   Zandonai's   ambition   is   to   excel   all   his   fore- 


runners in  showing  how  inconsistent  a  thing  woman 
may  be.  Hence  the  third  and  fourth  acts  are  devoted 
to  further  emphasis.  Towards  the  close  of  the  cafe 
carnival  Mateo  manages  to  track  Conchita  to  that  un- 
wholesome den,  and  by  dint  of  eloquent  persuasion  gets 
her  to  consent  to  abandon  that  irregular  life  and  accept 
the  key  of  a  cottage  which  he  has  fitted  up  for  her  recep- 
tion. The  cottage  is  on  the  outskirts  of  Seville,  and 
when  Conchita  takes  the  key  which  is  to  make  her  its 
unrestricted  mistress  she  raises  no  objection  to  Mateo's 
suggestion  that  he  shall  visit  her  there.  But  at  the  cot- 
tage itself,  represented  by  an  exterior  view,  Mateo  and 
the  audience  get  a  surprise.  For  Conchita  has  de- 
veloped another  mood  of  suspicion  and  decides  to  make 
further  trial  as  to  whether  Mateo's  love  is  of  the  body 
or  the  soul.  Consequently  when  her  lover  arrives  she 
refuses  to  admit  him,  laughs  at  him,  declares  that  she 
has  another  wooer  inside,  and  retires  into  her  abode, 
leaving  Mateo  clinging  in  depair  to  the  outer  railings. 

To  be  candid,  an  onlooker  may  also  up  to  this  point 
be  forgiven  entertaining  doubts  about  the  quality  of 
Mateo's  love.  He  is  so  suspiciously  free  with  his 
purse,  suggesting  a  habit  of  mind  which  regards  all 
beauty  as  having  its  price  in  the  market.  On  the  credit 
side  there  is  of  course  his  rescue  of  Conchita,  but  even 
that  may  have  been  tainted  with  an  ulterior  motive. 
And  that  cottage  in  the  suburbs !  These  were  difficul- 
ties for  Signor  Zandonai  as  well  as  Conchita,  and  the 
composer  as  well  as  the  heroine  had  to  fall  back  on  a 
drastic  solution. 

While,  then,  the  opera  too  often  developed  into  a 
prolonged  duet  between  Mateo  and  Conchita,  in  its  last 
resort  it  leaned  heavily  on  the  orchestra.  So  there 
were  recurrent  rhythms,  fragile  fragments  of  melody, 
haunting  orchestration  blended  with  soft  voices,  hints  of 
mystery  and  passion,  all  tending  to  underscore  the  con- 
flicting emotions  of  the  unstable  heroine.  Signor  Zan- 
donai revealed  himself,  in  short,  as  a  musician  possess- 
ing clear  vision  and  a  sensitive  feeling  for  color.  He 
is  at  his  best  in  conveying  Conchita's  bewilderment; 
where  he  fails  is  in  losing  identity  of  atmosphere.  That 
is,  the  interest  is  not  carried  forward  to  any  appre- 
ciable extent;  there  are  are  exquisite  episodes,  like  soli- 
tary flowers,  but  the  connecting  stems  and  foliage  are 
missing.  The  composer  could,  of  course,  have  supplied 
this  omission  mechanically  by  a  succession  of  notes,  but 
more  than  such  a  device  is  necessary  to  give  the  impres- 
sion of  cohesion. 

For  climax,  then,  it  might  have  been  expected  that 
Signor  Zandonai  would  resort  to  a  tour  de  force.  He 
did  not  disappoint  that  anticipation.  In  the  final  act 
Conchita  seeks  Mateo  in  his  own  house,  and  so  exaspe- 
rates him  that  he  meets  her  derision  by  blows  and 
finally  knocks  her  down.  And  that  violence  is  accepted 
by  Conchita  as  the  supreme  proof  of  love  for  which 
she  has  been  waiting !  All  that  can  be  said  is  that  the 
conception  was  not  wholly  at  variance  with  her  ele- 
mental nature  as  portrayed  in  the  spirited  singing  of 
Mile.  Tarquini,  however  much  its  consistency  was 
marred  by  the  monotonous  vocalization  of  Signor 
Schiavazzi  as  Mateo.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  July  9,  1912. 

The  announcement  of  the  death  in  Missouri  recently 
of  John  Cole,  inventor  of  the  lightning  rod,  recalls  the 
spectacular  career  of  that  formerly  interesting  figure  in 
the  world  of  commerce  and  of  science  as  science  was 
understood  by  the  laymen  of  earlier  days.  No  doubt 
there  are  half-grown  boys  and  girls  in  plenty  now  who 
have  never  seen  a  lightning  rod,  yet  a  quarter  of  a 
century  ago  no  building  was  considered  safe  from  a 
bolt  of  lightning  unless  it  was  surmounted  by  the  trusted 
steel  point  which  was  expected  to  attract  the  fluid  and 
convey  it  harmlessly  into  the  earth.  Public  faith  in 
the  efficacy  of  the  lightning  rod  was  so  great  in  the 
Eastern  and  Mississippi  Valley  States,  where  thunder- 
storms are  common,  that  it  was  difficult  for  the  owner 
of  a  building  to  get  a  fire  insurance  policy  unless  he 
first  provided  a  lightning  rod  as  a  shield  from  danger 
from  the  elements,  as  does  the  average  negro  depend 
upon  his  little  bag  provided  by  the  hoodoo  vender.  But 
the  passing  of  the  lightning  rod  has  been  going  on  for 
many  years,  and  now  it  is  practically  unknown  except 
when  it  is  seen  on  some  of  the  older  buildings  where 
it  has  been  for  perhaps  twenty-five  or  thirty  years,  and 
the  people  have  come  to  look  upon  it  with  about  as 
much  respect  for  its  virtue  as  they  have  for  the  left 
hind  leg  of  a  graveyard  rabbit.  The  lightning  rod 
served  its  purpose,  it  made  several  millionaires,  and  it 
calmed  the  feelings  of  thousands  of  nervous  persons 
during  thunder-storms,  but  it  has  gone,  and  soon  it  will 
be  recalled  only  by  tradition. 

Champlain  sailed  along  the  Maine  coast  several  years 
before  he  discovered  the  lake  which  bears  his  name, 
and  a  monument  was  erected  to  his  memory  on 
the  cliffs  of  Mt.  Desert  Island  near  Seal  Harbor  in  1904. 
That  date  marked  the  300th  anniversary  of  Champlain's 
voyage,  and  an  extract  from  his  journal  (in  transla- 
tion) appears  upon  a  bronze  tablet  on  one  face  of  the 
monument.  Facing  the  sea  is  another  tablet,  bearing 
the  following  inscription:  "In  honor  of  Samuel  de 
Champlain,  born  in  France,  1567,  died  at  Quebec,  1635, 
soldier,  sailor,  explorer  and  administrator,  who  gave 
this  island  its  name."  The  monument  which  consists 
of  a  large  rectangular  slab  of  the  granite  of  the  cliffs, 
was  set  up  and  dedicated  in  1904  by  a  little  company 
of  summer  residents  of  Mt.  Desert  Island,  among  whom 
were  President  Eliot  of  Harvard,  President  Gilman  of 
Johns  Hopkins,  and  Bishop  Deane  of  Albany, 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Miss  Diamond  Hardinge,  daughter  of  Lord  Hardinge, 
Viceroy  of  India,  is  the  youngest  girl  who  has  ever 
served  the  Queen  of  England  as  maid  of  honor.  She 
is  only  twelve  years  old,  and  while  she  is  attending 
school  will  be  called  several  times  a  year  to  attend  the 
queen,  who  is  very  fond  of  the  little  girl. 

Mrs.  Theresa  West  Elmendorf  of  Buffalo,  New  York, 
who  wielded  the  gavel  at  the  convention  of  the  Ameri- 
can Library  Association,  held  in  Ottawa,  Canada,  re- 
cently, is  the  first  woman  in  the  history  of  the  organiza- 
tion who  has  been  so  honored.  She  has  long  been  con- 
nected with  the  Buffalo  library,  and  has  made  it  known 
as  one  of  the  best  in  the  country. 

Dr.  Tsubouchi,  to  whom  the  Institute  of  Literature 
and  Art  of  Japan  has  made  its  first  award,  has  just 
brought  out  a  version  of  "King  Lear"  in  the  Jap- 
anese language.  Previously  he  translated  "Hamlet," 
"Othello,"  and  "Romeo  and  Juliet."  His  earlier  attain- 
ments were  recognized  by  an  appointment  to  lecture 
on  Shakespeare  at  Waseda  University. 

George  M.  Campsey,  reported  about  to  retire  after 
seven  years  as  special  agent  of  the  Carnegie  Hero 
Fund  Commission,  has  traveled  nearly  a  million  miles 
in  that  period,  unearthing  115  genuine  heroes  out  of 
over  a  thousand  cases  brought  to  his  attention.  Medals 
have  been  awarded  accordingly.  Campsey  was  the 
first  man  to  be  employed  as  a  hero  student. 

James  Thorpe,  who  set  a  new  record  in  the  decathlon 
in  the  Olympic  games  at  Stockholm  which  experts  de- 
clare will  not  be  equaled  in  a  long  time,  is  said  to  be 
a  full-blooded  Fox  Indian.  He  is  from  the  Carlisle 
School,  but  is  a  native  of  Oklahoma.  Thorpe  is  an 
all-around  athlete,  and  has  made  a  number  of  records 
in  track  meets.  He  is  twenty-two  years  old,  stands  six 
feet  tall,  and  weighs  about  180  pounds. 

Benjamin  F.  Trexler,  the  oldest  editor  in  point  of 
continuous  service  in  Pennsylvania,  has  just  retired 
from  the  editorial  chair  after  seventy-four  years  in 
harness,  and  will  devote  the  remainder  of  his  life  to 
historical  research,  in  which  he  is  deeply  interested. 
He  is  now  in  his  eighty-fifth  year,  but  is  as  bright  and 
active  as  many  men  of  sixty.  For  years  he  has  been 
editor  of  the  Allentown  Friedcns-Bote.  He  started  as 
a  printer's  apprentice  at  eleven,  and  has  been  connected 
with  the  newspaper  business  ever  since. 

Lieutenant-Colonel  J.  E.  B.  Seely,  who  has  been  pro- 
moted to  the  post  of  secretary  of  state  for  war,  suc- 
ceeding Lord  Haldane,  served  during  the  South  African 
war  with  the  Imperial  Yeomanry,  receiving  mention  in 
dispatches  and  later  the  distinguished  service  order. 
From  1900-1906  he  represented  the  Isle  of  Wight  in 
the  Conservative  interest,  but  in  the  election  of  1906, 
disagreeing  with  the  Unionist  policy  of  tariff  reform, 
he  crossed  over  to  the  Liberals  and  has  sat  in  Parlia- 
ment on  the  Liberal  side  ever  since. 

Mrs.  Mary  H.  Cooper  of  Beloit,  Kansas,  said  to  be 
the  only  woman  probate  judge  in  this  country,  is  a  can- 
didate for  reelection,  after  having  served  two  terms. 
Her  husband  was  a  brilliant  lawyer,  and  her  study 
with  him  has  fitted  her  for  the  position  she  seeks  to 
retain.  Claim  is  made  that  she  marries  more  people 
than  any  other  person  in  Kansas.  As  a  "guardian"  of 
minors'  estates  Judge  Cooper  has  won  a  place  in  her 
community.  She  has  a  reputation  for  seeing  to  it  that 
lawyers  do  not  divide  these  estates,  and  leave  the  minors 
paupers  as  well  as  orphans. 

Mrs.  Percy  V.  Pennybacker,  the  newly  elected  presi- 
dent of  the  General  Federation  of  Women's  Clubs,  has 
won  a  high  place  for  herself  as  an  educator  and  writer. 
She  wrote  a  history  of  Texas  twenty-four  years  ago 
which  was  so  meritorious  that  the  state  board  of  edu- 
cation adopted  it  for  the  public  schools,  and  passed  a 
law  forbidding  the  use  of  any  other.  Mrs.  Pennybacker 
is  a  Virginian  by  birth.  Her  father  was  the  Rev.  J.  B. 
Hardwicke  of  Petersburg.  She  was  educated  at  the 
classical  high  school.  Leavenworth,  Kansas,  and  the 
Texas  State  Normal  School  at  Huntsville,  Texas.  Her 
home  is  at  Austin. 

William  F.  McCoombs.  manager  of  the  Wilson  presi- 
dential campaign,  has  had  little  experience  in  politics. 
Prior  to  signing  up  as  engineer  of  the  New  Jersey  gov- 
ernor's campaign  he  had  dabbled  in  the  political  game 
but  once,  that  being  in  1904,  when  he  ran  for  assem- 
blyman in  New  York  and  was  defeated.  He  is  a  native 
of  Arkansas,  where  he  received  his  early  education  in 
a  small,  ungraded  country  school.  After  graduating 
from  Princeton  he  entered  the  Harvard  Law  School, 
and  since  1901  has  been  practicing  in  New  York,  where 
he  has  built  up  a  lucrative  business,  though  he  began 
as  clerk  in  the  offices  of  a  large  law  firm.  He  is  thirty- 
six  years  of  age. 

F.  W.  Woolworth,  the  genius  behind  the  erection  of 
the  fifty-five-story  building  in  New  York,  the  tallest  in 
the  world,  which  is  being  erected  solely  out  of  the 
profits  of  his  600  five  and  ten-cent  stores,  was  born  and 
reared  on  his  father's  farm  in  Watertown,  Xew  York. 
He  lived  there  until  he  was  twenty-one  years  of  age, 
attended  the  country  school,  and  had  two  terms  in  a 
business  college.  Then  he  wont  to  work  as  a  clerk  in 
a  dry  good  store,  and  at  the  end  of  a  year  was  receiving 
$4  a  week.  At  twenty-six  he  married.  He  had  $50  in 
cash,  borrowed  $300  on  a  note  and  went  into  business. 
Xow  he  has  five  and  ten-cent  stores  all  over  the  world, 
doing  an  annual  business  of  about  $60,000,000. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


THE  WALLED-UP  DOOR. 


A  Strange  Story  of  a  Jealous  Husband  and  a  Deserted  House 


On  the  banks  of  the  Loire,  a  short  distance  from  Ven- 
dome,  there  stands  an  old  house,  brown,  gabled,  and 
solitary.  There  is  no  other  house  near  it ;  there  is  not 
even  one  of  those  taverns  that  are  usually  to  be  found 
on  the  outskirts  of  small  towns.  Extending  down  be- 
fore it  to  the  river  is  a  garden,  where  the  once  orderly 
box-trees  that  marked  the  alleys  now  intertangle  at  will. 
The  house  itself  is  partially  concealed  from  sight  by  a 
number  of  willows.  The  sloping  shore  is  covered  by 
a  luxuriant  growth  of  weeds.  The  fruit-trees,  neglected 
for  years,  no  longer  produce,  while  the  fallen  leaves  and 
broken  twigs  form  a  dense  coppice  beneath  them. 

The  roof  of  the  house  is  utterly  decayed.  The  shut- 
ters are  never  opened,  the  balconies  are  covered  with 
swallows'  nests,  the  doors  are  closed.  Weeds  have 
lined  the  steps  with  green.  The  iron-work  is  brown 
with  rust.  Sun,  moon,  summer,  winter,  rain,  and  snow 
have  rotted  the  wood,  warped  the  boards,  and  destroyed 
the  paint.  The  mournful  silence  that  reigns  there  is 
disturbed,  if  at  all,  only  by  the  coming  and  going  of 
birds  and  reptiles.  Over  it  all  the  word  "Mystery" 
lias  been  written  with  an  invisible  hand. 

On  approaching  it  from  the  road,  a  curved-topped 
wooden  gate  is  to  be  seen,  in  which  the  children  of  the 
town  have  made  a  number  of  holes.  This  gate,  I  after- 
ward learned,  had  been  locked  for  ten  years.  Through 
the  holes  a  view  can  be  obtained  of  the  courtyard. 
There  the  disorder  is  the  same.  The  stones  are  framed 
in  bouquets  of  weeds.  The  walls  are  furrowed  by 
crevices  and  festooned  with  climbing  plants;  the  steps 
that  lead  to  the  front  door  of  the  house  are  out  of  place ; 
the  bell-rope  is  worn  away;  the  water-spouts  are  broken. 
Instinctively  one  wonders  what  can  have  happened 
there.  But  the  walls  give  no  answer,  and  the  reptiles 
crawl  on  without  reply.  AH  I  knew  was  that  the  house 
had  once  been  occupied  by  the  Comte  and  Comtesse  de 
Merret. 

This  empty  and  deserted  house  was  an  enigma  to  me. 
I  found  the  first  key  to  its  solution  from  the  narrative 
of  the  landlady  of  a  tavern  in  the  town. 

"I  must  tell  you,"  said  she,  "in  the  first  place,  that 
two  months  before  I  came  here  the  Comte  de  Merret 
went  to  Paris,  where  he  died,  after  giving  himself  up 
to  excesses  of  every  kind.  The  day  he  went  away  his 
wife  took  all  the  furniture  out  of  the  house  and  left 
the  place.  Some  say  she  burned  the  furniture,  the 
tapestries,  and  all  the  other  objects,  in  the  open  field 
ai  Merret.  For  the  preceding  three  months  the  count 
and  countess  had  been  acting  in  a  very  queer  manner. 
They  received  no  one.  The  countess  lived  on  the 
ground  floor,  and  the  count  on  the  one  above.  After 
the  count  went  away,  the  countess  was  never  seen,  ex- 
cept at  church.  Later  on,  at  her  chateau,  she  refused 
to  see  her  relatives  and  friends  that  came  to  visit  her. 
She  gave  all  her  property  to  the  hospital  here  in  Ven- 
dome.  But  the  property  she  disposed  of  in  this  wise: 
the  house  and  grounds  were  to  remain  for  fifty  years, 
dating  from  the  day  of  death,  in  the  condition  in  which 
they  might  be  at  the  time  of  her  decease.  She  forbade 
any  one  to  enter  them,  under  any  pretext  whatsoever, 
and  left  a  sum  of  money  for  the  pay  of  keepers,  should 
they  be  necessary  for  the  execution  of  her  wishes.  At 
the  expiration  of  this  term,  provided  the  wishes  of  the 
testatrix  had  been  observed,  the  house  is  to  belong  to 
the  heirs  of  her  lawyer. 

"As  for  M.  de  Merret,  why,  he  was  an  elegant  gentle- 
man. He  paid  cash  for  everything.  You  see,  he  was 
excitable.  The  ladies  all  liked  him.  You  see,  he  must 
have  had  something  about  him  to  marry  Mme.  de  Mer- 
ret, who.  not  that  I  want  to  disparage  any  one  else, 
was  by  far  the  prettiest  and  richest  girl  in  Vendome. 
She  had  something  like  twenty  thousand  francs  a  year. 
The  whole  town  was  at  the  wedding.  The  bride  looked 
lovely,  a  real  jewel  of  a  woman.  Mme.  de  Merret  was 
a  nice  little  thing  who  had  to  put  up  with  a  great  deal 
from  her  husband  and  his  temper.  She  was  proud,  too ; 
but  we  all  liked  her. 

"When  the  emperor  sent  the  Spanish  prisoners  here, 
I  lodged,  at  the  government's  expense,  a  young  Spaniard 
who  had  come  to  Vendome  on  parole.  In  spite  of  his 
parole  he  went  every  day  to  show  himself  to  the  pre- 
fect. He  was  a  grandee — think  of  it!  He  had  a  name 
which  ended  in  os  and  in  diet,  something  like  Bagos  de 
Feredia.  I  wrote  it  on  the  book;  you  can  see  it  if  you 
want  to.  He  was  a  handsome  young  fellow  for  a 
Spaniard,  for  all  Spaniards,  I  hear,  are  ugly.  He 
wasn't  more  than  five  feet  two,  but  he  was  well  made, 
lie  bad  small  hands,  and  you  should  have  seen  the  way 
he  took  care  of  them.  He  had  as  many  brushes  for 
them  as  a  lady  for  her  toilet.  He  had  black  hair  and 
brown  eyes.  His  complexion  was  rather  dark,  but  it 
pleased  me  all  the  same.  He  wore  the  finest  linen  I 
have  ever  seen,  although  I  have  lodged  princes,  and, 
among  others,  i  leneral  Bertrand,  the  Duke  and  Duchess 
d'Abrantes,  M.  Decazes.  and  the  King  of  Spain.  He 
didn't  eat  much,  but  then  he  had  such  polite  manners 
that  no  one  could  take  offense.  Oh,  I  liked  him  very 
much,  although,  to  he  sure,  he  didn't  say  four 
words  a  day,  and  it  was  impossible  to  have  the  least 
conversation  with  him.  If  any  one  spoke  t<>  him,  he 
didn't  answer.  It  was  a  trick — a  way  they  all  have,  I 
hear.  I  le  read  his  breviary  like  a  priest,  and  went  reg- 
ularly to  mass  and  all  the  services.  Afterward  we  re- 
membered that  he  always  stood  a  step  or  two  from 
Mine,  de  A  jrret's  seat,  but  as  he  chose  that  place  the 
h     went  to  church,  no  one  could  say  that  it 


was  intentional.  Besides,  poor  young  fellow,  he  never 
lifted  his  nose  out  of  the  prayer-book.  In  the  evening 
he  used  to  walk  on  the  mountain  among  the  ruins  of 
the  chateau ;  it  reminded  him  of  his  country.  In  Spain, 
they  say,  it's  all  mountains.  From  the  very  first  he 
came  in  late  at  night.  It  used  to  worry  me  when  it  got 
to  be  midnight  and  he  had  not  returned,  but  after  a 
while  we  got  accustomed  to  his  ways.  He  would  take 
the  key  and  let  himself  in  when  he  chose.  Finally, 
one  day,  or  rather  one  morning,  his  room  was  empty 
and  his  bed  had  not  been  slept  in.  After  looking  all 
around  I  discovered  a  note  in  the  drawer  of  his  table, 
and  with  it  fifty  Spanish  gold  pieces  which  were  worth 
about  five  thousand  francs,  and  also  a  sealed  box  with 
diamonds  in  it  that  were  worth  ten  thousand  more. 
The  note  said  that,  in  case  he  did  not  return,  the  gold 
and  diamonds  were  to  be  ours,  provided  we  had  masses 
said  in  thanksgiving  for  his  safety  and  escape.  My 
husband,  who  was  living  then,  started  off  to  look  for 
him,  and — this  is  the  curious  part  of  the  whole  affair — 
when  he  came  back  he  brought  with  him  the  Spaniard's 
clothes.  He  had  found  them  under  a  big  stone  on  the 
bank  of  the  river,  almost  opposite  the  count's  chateau. 
After  reading  the  letter  he  burned  the  clothes,  and  we 
said  he  had  escaped.  My  husband  thought  he  was 
drowned,  but  I  didn't.  I  thought  he  was  in  some  way 
mixed  up  in  Mme.  de  Merret's  affair,  the  more  so  as 
Rosalie,  her  maid,  told  me  that  the  crucifix  which  her 
mistress  was  so  fond  of  that  she  had  it  buried  with  her, 
was  of  ebony  and  silver,  and  when  the  Count  Feredia 
first  came  here,  he  had  one  of  ebony  and  silver,  too,  but 
I  never  saw  it  with  him  but  once.  Now  tell  me,  sir, 
ought  I  to  have  any  remorse  about  the  ten  thousand 
francs,  and  aren't  they  honestly  mine?" 

"Certainly  they  are.     But  where  can  I  find  Rosalie?" 
She  told  me,  and  after  I  had  found  the  ex-waiting 
maid,  and  crossed  her  palm  with  silver,  she  narrated 
the  following  strange  story: 

The  room  which  Mme.  de  Merret  occupied  in  the 
chateau  was  situated  on  the  ground  floor.  The  ward- 
robe she  used  was  a  little  closet  about  four  feet  deep, 
which  had  been  built  into  the  wall.  Three  months  pre- 
vious to  the  particular  evening  of  which  I  am  to  tell 
you,  Mme.  de  Merret  had  been  so  ill  that  her  husband 
had  removed  to  the  floor  above.  Through  some  one 
of  those  fortuitous  circumstances  that  can  never  be 
foreseen,  M.  de  Merret,  on  this  particular  evening,  re- 
turned from  his  club  fully  two  hours  later  than  he  was 
accustomed  to  do.  His  wife  thought  him  at  home,  in 
bed  and  asleep.  He  had  gotten  excited  over  a  game 
of  billiards,  and  he  had  lost  forty  francs — an  enormous 
sum  at  Vendome,  where  every  one  is  niggardly.  For 
some  time  past,  M.  de  Merret  had  contented  himself 
with  asking  Rosalie  if  his  wife  were  asleep,  whereupon 
— her  answer  being  always  in  the  affirmative — he  had 
gone  to  his  own  room  with  that  easy  indifference  that 
is  born  of  habit  and  confidence.  But  on  this  evening 
he  decided  to  see  Mme.  de  Merret  and  tell  her  of  his 
misadventure.  It  may  be  that  he  hoped  she  would  con- 
sole him.  At  dinner  he  had  noticed  that  she  was  par- 
ticularly well  dressed.  On  his  way  home  from  the  club 
he  told  himself  that  his  wife  was  better,  that  convales- 
cence had  improved  her  looks — a  circumstance  which, 
after  the  fashion  of  husbands,  he  had  been  a  little  late 
in  perceiving.  Instead,  therefore,  of  calling  Rosalie, 
who  happened  to  be  in  the  kitchen  watching  the  cook 
and  coachman  play  cards,  M.  de  Merret  went  directly 
to  his  wife's  room.  His  step,  which  was  easy  to  recog- 
nize, echoed  through  the  arches  of  the  corridor.  Just 
as  he  was  on  the  point  of  entering  the  room,  he  thought 
he  heard  some  one  shut  the  closet  door,  but  on  going  in 
he  found  his  wife  standing  alone  before  the  fire.  At 
first  he  fancied,  innocently  enough,  that  Rosalie  was  in 
the  closet,  but  suddenly,  with  abrupt  suspicion,  he  looked 
at  his  wife's  face.  The  expression  which  it  wore  was 
vaguely  suggestive  of  excitement  and  anxiety. 

"You  are  late,"  she  said.  Her  voice,  ordinarily  clear 
and  musical,  seemed  to  him  somewhat  troubled.  He 
made  no  answer,  for  at  that  moment  Rosalie  entered. 
His  wonderment  deepened.  With  his  arms  crossed  be- 
fore him  he  paced  mechanically  up  and  down  the  room, 
going  from  one  window  to  the  other. 

"Have  you  heard  any  bad  news?  Are  you  ill?"  his 
wife  asked,  timidly,  while  Rosalie  was  helping  her  to 
undress.     Still  he  made  no  answer. 

"You  may  go,"  Mme.  de  Merret  said  to  her  maid;  "I 
will  do  my  hair  myself."  Her  husband's  face  showed 
clearly  that  something  had  gone  wrong,  and  she  wished 
to  be  alone  with  him. 

When  Rosalie  had  gone,  or  was  supposed  to  have 
gone — for  as  a  matter  of  fact  she  lingered  in  the  corri- 
dor— M.  de  Merret  stepped  forward  to  where  his  wife 
stood,  looked  straight  at  her,  and  said,  coldly : 
"Madame,  there  is  some  one  in  that  closet." 

She  returned  his  gaze  calmly,  and  said,  with  an  air 
of  candor:     "No;  there  is  no  one." 

To  M.  de  Merret  this  reply  was  an  added  torture.  He 
did  not  believe  it,  and  yet  his  wife  had  never  seemed 
purer  and  more  innocent  than  she  did  at  that  moment. 
Nevertheless  he  made  a  movement  as  though  to  open  the 
closet.  Mme.  de  Merret  caught  his  hand,  looked  sadly 
at  him.  and  said,  in  a  voice  that  was  singularly  touch- 
ing : 

"If  you  find  no  one,  remember  that  all  will  be  at  an 
end  between  us." 

The  supreme  dignity  of  her  attitude  inspired  her  hus- 
band with  a  renewed  respect  for  her,  and  brought  to 
him  at  the  same  time  one  of  those  ideas  which  need 
only  a  vaster  theatre  to  become  immortal. 


"No,"  he  said;  "I  will  not  open  it.  In  either  case, 
we  would  be  separated  forever.  Listen:  I  know  the 
purity  of  your  heart.  I  know  that  you  lead  the  life  of 
a  saint,  and  I  am  positive  that  you  would  not  commit 
a  sin  at  the  expense  of  your  soul."  At  these  words 
Mme.  de  Merret's  face  grew  haggard.  "Look — here  is 
your  crucifix,"  he  added;  "now  swear — swear,  before 
God,  that  there  is  no  one  there.  I  will  believe  you,  and 
I  will  not  open  that  door." 

Mme.  de  Merret  took  the  crucifix,  and  said :  "I  swear 
it." 

"Louder,"  said  her  husband,  "and  repeat  after  me : 
T  swear,  before  God,  that  there  is  no  one  in  that 
closet.'  " 

She  repeated  the  words  without  embarrassment. 

"That  will  do,"  said  M.  de  Merret.  Then,  after  a  mo- 
mentary silence,  during  which  he  curiously  examined 
the  crucifix,  which  was  of  ebony  incrusted  in  silver,  he 
added :  "That  is  a  beautiful  crucifix ;  I  never  saw  it 
before." 

"I  bought  it  at  Duvivier's,  when  the  prisoners  passed 
through  Vendome  last  year.  He  bought  it  of  a 
Spaniard." 

"Did  he  ?  Indeed !"  M.  de  Merret  replaced  the  cru- 
cifix on  its  stand  and  rang  the  bell.  When  Rosalie  ap- 
peared, a  moment  later,  M.  de  Merret  led  her  quickly 
to  the  embrasure  of  a  window,  and  whispered :  "I  know 
that  Gorenflot  wants  to  marry  you ;  poverty  alone  has 
prevented  him.  You  told  him  you  would  not  be  his 
wife  until  he  was  a  master  mason.  Now,  run  and  look 
for  him.  Tell  him  to  come  here  and  bring  his  trowel. 
He  will  be  richer  than  you  ever  hoped  he  could  be. 
But  mind  this:  on  your  way  out,  say  nothing;  other- 
wise"     He  looked  at  her  in  a  significant  way. 

Rosalie  started  to  go.  He  called  her  back.  "Here — 
take  my  key."  Then,  in  a  thundering  voice,  he  called 
through  the  corridor,  "Jean !" 

Jean,  who  was  both  valet  and  coachman,  left  his  cards 
and  came.  His  master  motioned  him  to  come  nearer. 
"Go  to  bed,  all  of  you,"  he  said.  Then,  in  a  whisper, 
he  added :  "When  they  are  all  asleep — asleep,  do  you 
hear? — come  and  tell  me." 

After  giving  these  orders,  M.  de  Merret,  who  mean- 
while had  not  lost  sight  of  his  wife,  came  quietly  to  the 
fire,  where  she  stood  and  began  to  tell  her  about  his 
game  of  billiards  and  the  gossip  of  the  club.  When 
Rosalie  returned,  she  found  them  chatting  in  the  friend- 
liest way. 

"Gorenflot  is  here,  sir,"  said  Rosalie,  in  an  undertone. 

"Show  him  in,"  he  answered. 

When  Mme.  de  Merret  saw  the  mason,  she  turned 
pale. 

"Gorenflot,"  said  M.  de  Merret,  "go  to  the  stable  and 
get  some  bricks ;  get  enough  to  wall  up  the  door  of  that 
closet ;  you'll  find  plenty  of  plaster."  Then  drawing 
Rosalie  and  the  mason  aside,  he  addressed  Gorenflot  in 
a  whisper:  "You  sleep  here  tonight,  but  tomorrow 
you  shall  have  a  passport  to  a  town  in  a  foreign  country. 
I  will  give  you  six  thousand  francs  for  your  expenses. 
You  must  stay  away  ten  years.  If  you  don't  like  the 
town  you  go  to,  you  can  choose  another,  provided  it  is 
in  the  same  country.  First,  go  to  Paris,  and  wait  for 
me  there.  In  Paris  I  will  give  you  a  paper  that  will 
insure  you  six  thousand  francs  more — when  the  bargain 
is  completed.  In  return  for  this  you  must  never  lisp 
a  word  of  what  you  do  here  tonight.  As  for  you, 
Rosalie,  you  shall  have  ten  thousand  francs  the  day  you 
are  married  to  Gorenflot;  but  to  have  them  you  must 
hold  your  tongue.     Otherwise,  not  a  penny !" 

"Rosalie,"  said  Mme.  de  Merret,  "come  and  do  my 
hair." 

Her  husband  walked  calmly  up  and  down,  watching 
his  wife,  the  mason,  and  the  door,  but  he  did  so  in  an 
unsuspicious  and  natural  manner. 

Gorenflot  was  obliged  to  make  a  certain  amount  of 
noise :  once,  when  he  was  putting  down  a  hod  of  bricks, 
while  the  count  happened  to  be  at  the  other  end  of  the 
room,  Mme.  de  Merret  seized  the  opportunity  to  say  to 
Rosalie:  "A  thousand  francs  a  year  for  you,  if  you 
manage  to  tell  Gorenflot  to  leave  a  crevice  at  the  bot- 
tom"; then,  raising  her  voice,  she  said,  with  an  air  of 
utter  indifference:     "Go  and  help  him." 

During  the  entire  time  that  Gorenflot  took  to  wall  up 
the  door  the  count  and  countess  sat  in  silence.  On  the 
husband's  part  the  silence  was  intentional ;  on  that  of 
the  wife  it  was  pride.  When  the  wall  was  half  done, 
the  mason,  seeing  M.  de  Merret's  back  turned,  took  the 
opportunity  to  break  one  of  the  two  panes  of  glass  that 
were  in  the  door.  This  incident  proved  to  Mme.  de 
Merret  that  Rosalie  had  spoken  to  Gorenflot.  All  three 
then  saw  a  man's  face,  sombre,  dark,  with  black  hair 
and  glistening  eyes.  Before  her  husband  turned  the 
poor  woman  had  the  time  to  make  a  gesture  to  him, 
which  signified  Hope. 

At  four  o'clock — toward  sunrise — for  it  was  then 
September — the  construction  was  finished.  The  mason 
was  put  under  Jean's  care,  and  M.  de- Merret  slept  in 
his  wife's  room. 

That  morning,  on  arising,  he  said,  carelessly:  "By 
the  way.  I  must  go  to  the  mayor's  for  the  passport." 
He  put  his  hat  on,  took  three  steps  toward  the  door, 
turned  back  and  took  the  crucifix. 

His  wife  trembled  with  joy.  "He  is  going  to  Du- 
vivier's, too,"  she  thought.  As  soon  as  her  husband 
had  gone,  she  called  to  Rosalie.  "Quick!"  she  cried, 
"a  pick-axe!  I  saw  how  Gorenflot  worked;  we  will 
have  time  to  make  an  opening  and  fill  it  up  again." 

In  a  trice  Rosalie  had  brought  the  tool  to  her  mis- 
tress, who  at  once  began  to  tear  down  the  wall.  She 
had  already  knocked  out  several  bricks,  when,  turning 


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in  an  effort  to  strike  a  harder  blow,  she  saw  M.  de 
Merret  behind  her,  and  fell  fainting  to  the  ground. 

"Put  her  in  bed,"  said  her  husband,  coldly.  Fore- 
seeing what  would  happen  in  his  absence,  he  had  laid 
a  trap  for  his  wife;  he  had  simply  written  to  the 
mayor,  and  sent  for  Duvivier.  The  jeweler  arrived 
when  the  room  was  once  more  in  order. 

"Duvivier,"  he  asked,  "did  you  buy  a  crucifix  of  a 
Spaniard  who  passed  through  here?" 

"No,  sir." 

"Very  good.  I  am  obliged  to  you,"  and  M.  de 
Merret  gave  his  wife  the  look  of  a  tiger.  "Jean,"  he 
added,  turning  to  the  valet,  "hereafter  you  will  serve 
my  food  here.  Madame  de  Merret  is  ill ;  I  shall  not 
leave  her  until  she  has  recovered." 

Twenty  days  he  stayed  in  his  wife's  room.  At  first, 
when  some  noise  or  other  came  from  the  walled  closet, 
and  his  wife  attempted  to  plead  for  the  dying  stranger, 
without  even  permitting  her  to  say  a  word,  he  would 
answer:  "Madame,  you  swore  on  the  cross  there  was 
no  one  there.  I  must  believe  you." — Translated  from 
the  French  of  Honorc  de  Balzac. 


GUY    DE    MAUPASSANT. 

Ten  Years    in    the    Life   of  the    Great    French    Novelist    as 
Recorded  by  His  Valet. 


If  valets  are  to  begin  to  write  their  reminiscences — a 
formidable  prospect — it  is  to  be  hoped  that  they  will 
have  the  discretion  of  the  inimitable  Francois,  who  tells 
us  more  of  Guy  de  Maupassant  than  we  are  ever  likely 
to  learn  from  any  other  source.  For  Francois  is  posi- 
tively Boswellian,  but  without  either  garrulity  or  ego- 
tism. His  concern  is  with  the  man  rather  than  with 
the  litterateur.  But  Francois  is  himself  a  man  of  parts. 
He  delights  to  listen  to  conversations,  to  hover  on  the 
edge  of  the  circle  wherein  great  wits  play,  and  unless  he 
kept  a  diary — a  reprehensible  practice  in  a  valet — his 
memory  is  accurate  and  retentive.  He  recalls  M.  de 
Maupassant's  views  on  death,  religion,  women,  science, 
and  history,  and  it  is  all  so  delightfully  mingled  with 
the  special  concerns  of  the  valet  that  we  welcome  a 
composite  picture  of  no  ordinary  value.  Let  it  be  said 
furthermore  that  Francois  is  a  man  of  heart  and  we 
honor  him  for  it. 

Francois  entered  M.  de  Maupassant's  service  in  1883 
as  valet  and  cook.  He  was  properly  introduced  by  the 
tailor  and  was  engaged  after  some  disagreement  as  to 
terms  in  which  the  valet  had  his  own  way.  He  accom- 
panied De  Maupassant  and  his  mother  to  Antibes  and 
there  experienced  his  first  earthquake : 

This  morning,  at  half-past  five,  all  the  bells  in  the  house 
rang  furiously,  all  the  wood-work  of  the  northern  part  of  the 
chalet  began  to  twist  itself  with  a  frightful  noise,  as  if  the 
house  was  coming  down. 

I  sprang  out  of  bed,  and  reached  the  staircase  without  un- 
derstanding what  was  happening.  Then  I  heard  my  master 
shouting  with  the  whole  strength  of  his  lungs:  "Hurry!  hurry 
out!  It's  an  earthquake!"  But  the  first  shock  was  already 
over. 

"Let  us  make  haste  to  dress,"  said  my  master,  "and  go 
down  into  the  garden,  for  the  counter-stroke  is  sure  to  come 
in  a  few  minutes." 

We  reached  the  garden,  M.  de  Maupassant  stamped  im- 
patiently on  the  ground,  because  neither  madame  nor  her  maid 
had  run  downstairs.  Then  came  the  second  stroke,  and  at 
last  madame   appeared. 

"Now,  my  dear  boy,"  said  she,  "when  this  kind  of  thing 
happens,  think  of  yourself,  but  not  of  me,  I  pray  you,  for  I 
can't  hurry,  and  you  know  any  earthquake  leaves  me  per- 
fectly indifferent." 

We  then  went  into  the  gardener's  dwelling,  which  only 
consists  of  the  ground-floor.  My  master  thought  it  more 
prudent,  expecting  other  shocks.  I  kindled  the  fire,  and  pre- 
pared breakfast. 

They  left  Antibes  three  months  later  after  experienc- 
ing seventy-two  shocks,  the  chalet  by  that  time  being 
hardly  habitable.  Returning  to  Paris,  we  have  a  dis- 
creet glimpse  of  one  of  those  sentimental  difficulties 
incidental  to  youth  and  literary  fame  in  France,  and 
the  discretions  of  Franqois  are  delightfully  suggestive 
of  what  his  indiscretions  might  be.  Speaking  of  his 
master,  Franqois  says : 

He  was  out  one  afternoon  when  a  small  yellow  dog-cart 
stopped  before  the  house.  A  young  lady  dressed  in  a  pretty 
tailor-made  costume  of  gray,  with  a  hat  of  the  same  color, 
jumped  down.  I  opened  the  door,  and  she  asked  me  sharply 
if  M.  de  Maupassant  was  at  home. 

"No,"  said  I,  "my  master  is  out." 

"Well,"  she  replied,  "I  am  coming  in,  give  me  some  writing 
materials." 

And  on  a  sheet  of  foolscap  she  found  on  the  bureau  she 
wrote  one  word  in  large  letters  filling  the  page: 

"PIG !" 

When  my  master  came  in  he  saw  the  sheet,  read  it,  and 
burst  out  laughing. 

"The  devil  take  them  all!"  exclaimed  he  suddenly,  adding: 
"The  young  marquise  who  writes  so  well  is  the  daughter  of 
a  former  minister  of  the  Second  Empire.  Eut  I  will  not  see 
her.  ...  I  am  dead  tired  of  her.  .  .  .  I'll  tell  you  at  once, 
Francois,  I  will  not  stay  any  longer  in  Paris  ;  here  they  don't 
give  me  time  to  breathe ;  it's  really  wearisome  ...  so  I'll 
just  rent  a  place  at  Chatou.  .    .    ." 

Another  episode  with  a  lady  occurred  at  Chatou,  but 
unfortunately  we  learn  so  little  about  these  ladies,  in 
fact  just  enough  to  make  us  long  to  know  more.  M. 
de  Maupassant  instructed  Franqois  to  procure  one  hun- 
dred and  fifty  frogs   from  the  marsh  near  the  house 

and  to  carry  them  in  a  basket  to  Mme.  O without 

giving  her  an  inkling  of  the  nature  of  the  freight.  "I 
should  like,"  he  said,  "the  frogs  to  jump  up  into  her 
face,  and  spread  themselves  all  over  her  drawing-room." 
On  being  received  by  the  lady,  Franqois  was  holding 
his  basket  "like  a  small  maid  going  to  school": 
"What  are  you  bringing  me  here,  Francois?" 
"Well,  I  do  not  know,   madame ;   my  master  gave  me  this 


basket,  ordering  me  to  deliver  it  into  your  own  hands,  you 
alone  can  be  allowed  to  see  the  contents  !" 

"Ah  !    Ah  !"   exclaimed   Madame   O ,   so   loudly   that   her 

voice  rang  through  the  salon;  then  she  attempted  to  speak  to 
me  with  great  severity. 

"Francois,  you  are  going  to  tell  me  at  once  what  that 
basket  contains." 

I  tried  to  hold  my  own,  stating  that  according  to  master's 
express  order,  madame  alone  was  to  know  the  secret  of  the 
basket. 

But  I  could  say  no  more,  by  a  gesture  she  stopped  me. 

"Francois,  I  am  waiting  for  your  reply!"  said  she  in  a 
soft  voice,  yet  with  so  much  authority  that  there  was  no 
escaping  from  the  injunction. 

Stammering,  I  told  her  what  my  master  had  sent  her. 

"Well,"  said  she,  "what  can  one  do  with  these  poor  little 
beasts  ?" 

"I  really  do  not  know,  madame." 

"Still,  they  surely  can  be  made  use  of  in  some  way?" 

"Yes,  madame,  in  some  restaurants  they  prepare  the  legs 
a  la  poidelte,  which  makes  a  very  appetizing  dish  !" 

"Ah!  very  well,  that's  it!  The  legs  a  la  poulette  .  .  . 
quite  a  delicacy  .  .  .  yes,  the  leg  is  the  interesting 
part    ..." 

And  she   roared  with  laughter. 

"Mind  you  thank  M.  de  Maupassant,  and  when  you  go 
downstairs,  Francois,  tell  one  of  the  footmen  to  have  the 
horses  immediately  put  to  ;"  I  will  carry  the  poor  little  frogs 
to  the  Bois  de  Boulogne,  they  must  be  awfully  thirsty." 

When  I  got  home  I  informed  my  master  of  my  defeat ;  he 
wanted  to  hear  all  the  details,  and  laughed  heartily. 

"I  knew  how  it  would  all  end  ;  I  knew  she  would  have  but 
one  thought :  how  to  save  their  lives  !" 

Another  practical  joke  was  played  at  a  dinner  party 
where  the  guests  were  nine  ladies  and  three  men : 

One  evening  my  master  informed  me  he  would  give  a 
dinner-party   on  June   the   2nd. 

"We  shall  be  twelve  at  table,"  said  he,  "if  none  of  the 
ladies  fail  me;  and  there  will  only  be  three  men." 

He  paused. 

"Yes,  I  have  invited  nine  ladies,"  added  he  ;  "what  is  most 
amusing  is  that  they  are  nearly  all  countesses,"  and  he  counted 

them    on    his   fingers:      "Quite   so;    excepting   Madame    Z 

and  little  Nina,  each  of  them  bears  a  countess's  coronet.     All 

these    ladies   will   much   amuse   my    friend   L ,    who,    while 

giving  them  their  titles  with  tremendous  emphasis,  will  make 
fun  at  their  expense.  Still,  I  hope  he  won't  go  beyond  the 
limits   of  good  taste." 

As  soon  as  people  had  sat  down  to  table,  M.  L asked 

these  ladies  what  they  had  done  with  their  husbands,  and  just 
as  if  he  was  repeating  the  Litany,  he  began  to  tell  each  of 
them  where  her  spouse  was,  how  occupied,  his  thoughts,  and 
about    the    delight    he    was    enjoying    in    his    favorite    haunts. 

Everything  said  by  this  terrible  M.  L seemed  so  true  that 

he  might  have  been  taken  for  a  wizard  or  else  have  been 
suspected  of  often  accompanying  the  absentees  into  the  houses 
he  described  so  graphically. 

These  speeches  might  seem  rather  rude ;  but  the  noble 
ladies  apparently  did  not  mind,  for  all  began  to  proclaim  their 
indifference  about  the  details  he  had  just  given  them,  and 
which  they  had  long  been  familiar  with.  They  added  that 
their  husbands  preferred  tainted  meat  in  some  of  the  restau- 
rants to  good  fresh  roast  beef  in  their  own  houses. 

"Don't  be  anxious  on  that  subject,"  they  concluded,  "you 
good-looking  fellow  with  dark  brown  hair.  We  have  not 
awaited  your  revelations  before  making  good  use  of  the  liberal 
gifts  of  Heaven  to  us,  and  having  as  much  fun  as  we  could 
manage  to  get.  .  .  .  We  leave  our  husbands  to  their  own 
preferences.    ..." 

Among  the  distinguished  men  who  made  an  impres- 
sion on  M.  de  Maupassant  was  the  younger  Dumas,  but 
apparently  more  on  account  of  his  "sincerity"  than  of 
his  ability: 

"This  evening,"  said  M.  de  Maupassant,  on  February  the 
2nd,  "I  am  dining  with  M.  Dumas  the  younger ;  he  has  written 
me  a  charming  letter,  almost  too  amiable.  I  really  think  he 
is  desirous  of  hearing  me  recount  my  travels  !" 

Next  morning  my  master  told  me  about  the  evening. 

"How     amusing     Dumas     is,     and     how     sincere !     On     the 
threshold   of  the   drawing-room  he  said,   addressing  his  wife 
'Go  in,  my  dear,  go  in,  because  I  intend  to  kiss  Marie  in  the 
anteroom.'     Marie  is  a  friend  of  his;   and   he  did   exactly   as 
he  said  he  would." 

My  master  was  about  to  continue,  when  he  abruptly  changed 
the  subject. 

Franqois  gives  us  endless  incidents  of  travel,  dinner 
parties,  practice  at  the  shooting  gallery,  distinguished 
visitors,  and  the  minutia  of  domestic  life.  His  em- 
ployer tells  him  that  it  was  in  Switzerland  he  deter- 
mined to  remain  a  bachelor  as  the  result  of  a  disap- 
pointment that  is  not  very  clearly  specified.  The  pub- 
lication of  "Fort  Comme  la  Mort"  involves  busy  times. 
Large  numbers  of  copies  must  be  dispatched  personally, 
and  "on  the  day  of  publication  my  master  goes  to  the 
publishers  to  sign  the  dedications  on  the  copies  he  gives 
his  friends'* : 

The  publication  of  this  novel  was  a  triumph  for  my  master, 
but  brought  him  in  such  a  large  amount  of  young  writers' 
visits  that  at  last  he  began  to  complain. 

"But  they  tire  me  to  death  !  I  want  the  mornings  for  my 
work,  and  really  they  are  becoming  too  numerous !  Hence- 
forth, I  will  only  receive  them  by  appointment.  Of  course  I 
like  to  be  of  use  to  them  ;  but  very  often,  what  I  tell  them 
does  no  good.  Now,  that  young  fellow  who  has  just  left  me  ; 
it  is  a  waste  of  time  to  give  him  good  advice:  he  is  so  dissi- 
pated. He  never  thinks  about  his  work,  and  yet  imagines  he 
will  become  a  novel  writer !  It  is  impossible,  impossible ! 
You  understand,  in  order  to  write  a  novel,  you  must  think  of 
it  constantly,  all  the  characters  must  be  in  their  proper 
places,  everything  must  be  settled  before  you  begin  writing 
the  first  pages,  otherwise  you  must  begin  every  day  all  over 
again.  Then  there  is  muddle,  from  which  you  can  never  come 
out  successfully.  It  is  not  the  work  of  one  day,  even  for  a 
practiced  writer,  let  alone  for  a  beginner." 

Upon  another  occasion  De  Maupassant  describes  to 
Franqois  an  extraordinary  operation  performed  by  the 
doctor  at  his  birth  and  which  is  supposed  to  account 
for  his  unusual  capacity  for  work : 

My  master  is  going  to  a  large  party.  He  twists  his  opera 
hat  round  and  round. 

"It  is  quite  worn,"  says  he  at  last,  examining  it  well, 
"and  thoroughly  out  of  fashion.  I  must  order  another,  for 
excepting  for  my  soft  felts,  I  am  always  obliged  to  be  meas- 
ured. My  head  is  so  round  that  I  never  can  find  a  ready- 
made  hat.  The  reason  my  brother  and  myself  have  these 
perfectly  round  heads  is  explained  by  a  fact  my  mother  has 
told  me.  The  old  doctor  who  was  present  at  our  birth,  imme- 
diately took  us  between  his  knees,  and  vigorously  massaged 
our  heads,  finishing  by  the  gesture  of  the  potter  rounding  his 
pot  by  a  stroke  of  the  thumb.     He  then  said  to  mother;     'You 


see,    madame,   I   have   made    him    a   head    roi  ip!c, 

which,    be   sure,   will   later   on  give   him   a    m  brain, 

and   intelligence   of  first-class   order.' 

"He  did  the  same  with  my  poor  brother,  but  whether  the 
six  between  us  had  weakened  the  doctor's  hands,  or  whether 
he  was  not  in  such  good  form,  he  never  succeeded  in  giving 
that  small  head  the  shape  he  wished.  It  slipped,  constantly 
escaping  him,  and  he  was  so  provoked  he  actually  swore  in 
a  big  Norman  oath!  .  .  .  Sometimes  I  ask  myself  if  really 
it  is  on  account  of  the  doctor's  massage  of  my  young  brain 
that  I  now  can  accomplish  with  such  ease  so  much  more  than 
the   average   quantity  of   work." 

The  subject  of  religion  is  occasionally  touched  upon, 
but  De  Maupassant  is  reserved,  and  unwilling  to  state 
his  own  deeper  convictions.  Of  Christ  he  says,  "He 
was  the  most  intelligent,  the  most  perfect  Man  that 
ever  appeared  on  this  earth,  when  one  reflects  on  all  He 
did.  And  He  was  only  thirty-three  when  they  crucified 
Him."  Upon  another  occasion  there  is  a  general  con- 
versation at  the  dinner-table  on  the  existence  of  the 
soul : 

However,  conversation  was  soon  resumed.  This  time  death 
and  the  immortality  of  the  soul  were  spoken  of.  One  could 
see  none  of  the  guests  cared  much  about  this  world  ;  but  they 
feared  "the  other  side,"  and  there  was  a  long  dissertation 
on  the  nature  of  the  soul ! 

Many  arguments  were  brought  forward  to  prove  its  exist- 
ence ;  but  doubt  seemed  to  predominate.  One  of  the  doctors 
took  advantage  of  this  opportunity  and  tried  to  make  out  with 
great  eloquence  that  the  soul  was  simply  an  invention,  that  it 
did  not  exist.    .    .    . 

This  denial  was  followed  by  complete  silence,  my  master 
had  not  spoken  for  some  time.  Then  he  began,  with  great 
firmness : 

"If  I  were  dangerously  ill,"  said  he,  "and  the  people  about 
me  brought  a  priest  to  me,  I  would  receive  him,  so  as  to 
please    them  !" 

These  words  created  so  much  surprise  that  the  guests 
seemed  astonished ;  I  might  say,  they  looked  as  if  asking 
themselves  if  they  had  quite  understood.  Some  of  the  ladies 
tried  to  oppose  my  master.  Exclamations,  were  bandied  about, 
those  who  protested  could  hardly  be  heard  through  the  tumult. 
Some  wanted  my  master  to  take  back  what  he  had  said. 

"I  am  sure,"  exclaimed  one  person,  "you  would  only  re- 
ceive the  priest  so  as  to  console  and  comfort  those  around 
you,  who  are  always  to  be  considered  under  some  circum- 
stances." 

The  next  morning   ...    I  brought  him  his  tea. 

"How  unmannerly,"  said  he,  "clever  people  can  be  in  so- 
ciety. After  all,  if,  when  I  am  on  my  deathbed,  I  choose  to 
see  a  priest,  I  suppose  I  am  free  to  do  so!  And,"  added  he, 
"on  that  subject  my  way  of  thinking  will  never  alter,  and  I 
will  not  accept  these  arguments ;  tending  to  oblige  me  to 
think  like  others.    ..." 

The  gradual  collapse  of  De  Maupassant's  faculties  is 
briefly  described  by  the  author  from  his  own  observa- 
tion. He  "complains  of  pains  everywhere,"  and  the 
doctors  are  in  frequent  attendance.  One  afternoon  he 
tells  Franqois  that  he  has  seen  a  phantom,  and  "I 
gathered  he  had  felt  frightened,  but  he  would  not  say 
so."  And  then  a  few  days  later  we  have  the  following 
record : 

December  29th,  five  in  the  evening — My  master  gets  into 
his  bath.  At  that  very  instant  in  comes  his  friend  Dr.  Darem- 
berg — I  inform  him  that  my  master  is  in  the  bath. 

"I  don't  care,"  answers  he  merrily,  "I  am  just  as  pleased 
to  see  Maupassant  in  the  water  as  in  his  drawing-room." 

And  he  enters  the  bathroom. 

"Now,  old  fellow,"  he  exclaims,  "don't  take  your  hands  out 
of  the  water,  the  heart's  in  the  right  place,  and  we  don't  want 
ceremony!     How   are   you?" 

Two  peals  of  laughter  resound  in  that  unfurnished  place. 

When  the  doctor  took  leave,  I  accompanied  him  to  the 
garden  door. 

"Your  master,"  said  he,  "is  of  a  very  strong  constitution, 
but  he  is  attacked  by  a  malady  that  may  not  spare  the  brain. 
Still  he  has  just  related  to  me  his  travels  in  Tunisia  with  ex- 
traordinary ease,  mentioning  the  dates,  the  names  of  the 
people  he  saw,  without  hunting  for  them,  with  no  hesitation. 
All  that  came  spontaneously,  without  any  trouble  ;  he  spoke 
like  a  man  who  has  nothing  to  fear  for  a  very  long  time. 
Therefore,  patience,   and  courage,  my  good  Franqois." 

An  attempt  at  suicide  followed  soon  after,  leaving 
no  doubt  of  a  mental  condition  that  had  now  become 
dangerous: 

It  was  about  a  quarter  to  two  when  I  heard  a  noise.  I 
rushed  into  the  small  room  next  the  staircase ;  I  found  M. 
de  Maupassant  standing  with  his  throat  bleeding. 

"See,  Franqois,"  said  he  immediately,  "what  I  have  done. 
I  have  cut  my  throat.  This  is  a  case  of  absolute  madness 
(sic).    ..." 

I  called  Raymond.  We  put  him  on  the  bed  in  the  next 
room,  and  I  hastily  bandaged  the  wound.  Dr.  de  Valcourt, 
suddenly  called  in,  kindly  helped  me  on  this  mournful  occa- 
sion. Notwithstanding  all  I  felt  I  was  able  to  hold  the  lamp, 
while  the  doctor  rapidly  sewed  up  the  wound  aided  by  Ray- 
mond, who  did  not  flinch  and  made  himself  useful.  The  ope- 
ration succeeded  perfectly. 

My  poor  master  was  quite  calm,  but  did  not  utter  a  single 
word  before  the  doctor.  When  the  latter  had  left  he  told 
me  how  he  regretted  having  done  "such  a  thing"  and  causing  us 
so  much  worry.  He  gave  his  hand  to  Raymond  and  to  me  ; 
he  wanted  to  ask  our  forgiveness  for  what  he  had  done  :  he 
fathomed  all  the  depth  of  his  misfortune;  his  large  eyes  were 
fixed  upon  us  as  if  he  were  requesting  some  words  of  con- 
solation, if  possible,  of  hope. 

In  moments  like  these  (so  painful  that  it  seems  we  could 
not  undergo  them  a  second  time  without  losing  our  reason) 
whence  comes  the  strength  that  enables  us  to  struggle  against 
evidence  itself?  I  continued  to  try  and  comfort  my  poor 
wounded  master  with  all  the  soothing  expressions  I  could  find. 
I  repeated  them  twenty  times,  they  did  him  some  good,  he 
clung  desperately  to  the  most  insane  of  hopes.  At  last  his 
head  drooped,   his  eyelids  closed,  he  slept.    .    .    . 

The  end  came  soon  after  and  M.  de  Maupassant  died 
on  July  3,  1893.  If  only  he  had  been  married,  says 
the  author,  how  different  his  fate  would  have  been. 
"My  poor  master  would  not  have  become  paralyzed, 
destined  to  end  his  days  in  a  lunatic  asylum,  but  he 
would  have  become  the  most  fertile  writer  of  his  time; 
and  his  works  would  have  been  so  near  perfection." 
There  may  be  other  monuments  to  the  memory  of  De 
Maupassant,  but  none  will  be  erected  with  more  sin- 
cerity or  devotion  than  inspires  this  tribute  from  his 
valet. 

Recollections  of  Guy  de  Maupassant.  By  his 
valet  Francois.  New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $3 
net. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


7HE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Turnstile. 

The  happiness  of  a  marriage  is  sometimes 
destroyed  by  the  sudden  insurgence  of  some 
old  ambition  or  of  some  latent  force  that  was 
created  in  the  early  and  unshared  life.  There 
is  always  such  a  danger,  but  it  is  largely 
increased  by  disparity  of  years,  and  this  seems 
to  be  the  test  of  Mr.  Mason's  successful 
novel. 

Cynthia  Challoner,  in  f ant  daughter  of  a 
rascal,  is  abandoned  by  her  father  in  Argen- 
tina. That  is  to  say  she  is  passed  through 
the  turnstile  of  a  charitable  institution  main- 
tained for  the  benefit  of  unwanted  babies. 
Adopted  by  Robert  Daventry  and  his  wife, 
she  is  brought  up  in  wealth  and  luxury  and 
also  in  ignorance  of  her  parentage,  until  Chal- 
loner turns  up  again,  claims  her  as  his  daugh- 
ter, and  openly  avows  his  shameful  intentions 
toward  her.  Cynthia  overhears  the  conversa- 
tion between  Challoner  and  Daventry,  but 
keeps  that  fact  to  herself,  and  when  she  is 
hurried  away  to  England  to  save  her  from 
her  father  she  nurses  the  secret  that  she  has 
learned  accidentally  and  the  horrible  fate 
from  which  the  Daventry 5  have  saved  her. 
Then  her  foster-parents  die,  leaving  her 
wealthy,  b'ut  with  the  spectre  of  the  "turn- 
stile" at  the  back  of  her  mind.  It  is  one  of 
the  latent  and  possibly  disruptive  forces  in 
which  everj*  one  shares  more  or  less. 

When  Cynthia  proposes  to  marry  Captain 
Rames,  who  is  twenty  years  older  than  her- 
self and  a  celebrated  Arctic  explorer  she  is 
warned  against  the  step  by  an  old  friend  upon 
the  ground  that  a  man  of  forty  must  inevitably 
be  governed  by  a  past  in  which  his  wife  has 
not  shared,  by  experiences,  however  innocent, 
in  which  she  had  no  lot,  and  that  "some  un- 
suspected craving  may  even  now  be  ferment- 
ing which  may  turn  the  course  of  his  thoughts 
and  snatch  him  back  from  you." 

The  advice  was  good.  Captain  Rames  has 
turned  his  back  upon  the  sea  and  devoted 
himself  to  a  country  life  and  to  a  political 
career.  But  the  stirrings  of  the  old  exploring 
passion  intrude  themselves  into  his  new  life 
and  the  call  of  the  Arctic  becomes  almost  ir- 
resistible. It  is  his  secret,  and  Cynthia  has 
her  secret,  and  so  the  ghosts  of  the  past 
unite  in  the  work  of  estrangement.  It  may 
be  said  that  the  ghosts  are  eventually  laid,  but 
the  idea  is  a  good  one  and  a  true  one  and  it 
is  well  set  forth  in  spite  of  an  over-emphasis 
on  the  details  of  English  political  life  and 
some  inaccuracies  in  its  description. 

The  Turxstile.  By  A.  E.  W.  Mason.  New 
York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons;  $1.30  net. 


The  Christ  Age. 
It  would  indeed  be  strange  if  a  Christ  idea 
so  largely  dethroned  by  ecclesiastical  incom- 
petence and  by  destructive  criticism  should  be 
reestablished  by  the  stage  and  by  literature. 
That  there  is  such  a  prospect  is  maintained 
by  Dr.  William  Eugene  Mosher,  who  cites,  and 
examines,  ten  important  volumes  that  have 
appeared  within  a  period  of  a  few  years. 
These  are  Frenssen's  "Hilligenlei,''  Lagerlof's 
"Anti-Christ."  Sudermann's  "John,"  Rostand's 
"Samaritan  Woman,"  Widmann's  "Saint  and 
the  Animals,"  Andreyev's  "Judas  Iscariot," 
Kennedy's  "Servant  in  the  House,"  Fogaz- 
zaro's  "Saint,"  Pontoppidan's  "Promised 
Land,"  and  Hauptmann's  "Fool  in  Christ, 
Emanuel  Quint,"  In  addition  to  these  there 
are  other  works  tending  in  the  same  direction, 
such  as  Rosegger's  "Inri"  and  Charles 
Morice's  "II  est  Ressuscite,"  as  well  as  other 
and  lesser  works  that  ma}'  be  classed  under 
the  same  head.  The  study  undertaken  by  Dr. 
Mosher  is  an  interesting  one  and  not  without 
its  significance  as  expressing  the  incontestable 
fact  that  religion  and  the  churches  are  not 
interchangeable  terms  and  that  literature  and 
the  stage  may  yet  undertake  a  crusade  for 
which  the  enfeebled  hands  of  ecclesiasticism 
seem  to  be  incompetent. 

The  Promise  of  the  Christ  Age  in  Recent 
Literature.  By  William  Eugene  Mosher,  Ph.  D. 
New  York:  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons;  $1.25. 


Our  Judicial  Oligarchy. 

That  the  author  is  "a  prominent  lawyer 
now  practicing  in  New  York"  is  interesting 
but  irrelevant.  The  points  for  consideration 
are  the  accuracy  of  his  statements  and  the 
logic  of  his  arguments. 

Undoubtedly  it  is  possible  in  every  vast  sys- 
tem of  law  to  marshal  a  certain  number  of 
instances  of  miscarriage  of  justice,  just  as  it 
would  be  possible  to  find  cowards  in  every 
army  and  criminals  in  even,'  church.  But 
whether  these  miscarriages  of  justice  entitle 
us  to  believe  that  the  bench  is  the  enemy 
of  the  public,  that  "the  palladium  of  our 
liberty"  needs  general  investigation,  and  that 
there  is  a  distrust  of  the  courts  are  matters 
open   to  discussion,  to   say   the  least   of  it. 

That  the  author  seems  to  have  a  difficulty 
in  thinking  is  shown  by  his  citation  of  various 
legal  decisions  by  which  it  was  established 
that  the  validity  of  a  law  does  not  depend 
upon  the  motives  of  its  framers  and  that  the 
law  can  not  inquire  into  the  particular  in- 
ducements opei  iting  upon  members  of  a 
ire.  In  other  words,  tiiit  the  courts 
must  administer  the  law  as  they  find  it  and 
without  reference  to  the  means  adopted  to 
pass  that  law.  That  a  "prominent  lawyer  now 
practicing  in  J.^w  York"  should  hold  such  de- 


cisions to  be  "a  tremendous  gain  for  what  is 
termed  property  rights  and  vested  interests" 
may  be  an  appeal  to  demagogery,  but  not  to 
intelligence.  The  remedy  for  bribery  is  a 
criminal  prosecution  for  bribery,  and  there  is 
no  other,  unless  it  be  a  little  human  intelli- 
gence at  election  times. 

Naturally  the  author  has  something  to  say 
about  the  recall  and  many  other  of  the  "sug- 
gestions for  reforms"  now  current.  But  ap- 
parently the  original  election  of  honorable  and 
incorruptible  men  is  not  a  part  of  a  progres- 
sive programme  that  would  destroy  the  world 
and  create  it  again  in  three  days.  There  is 
a  general  oversight  of  the  fact  that  the  char- 
acter of  elected  officials  must  always  approxi- 
mate to  the  character  of  the  electorate  itself 
and  that  an  impeachment  of  such  officials  is  an 
impeachment  of  the  people.  The  volume  has 
an  introduction  by  Mr.  La  Follette. 

Our  Tudicial  Oligarchy.  Bv  Gilbert  E.  Roe. 
New  York:  B.  W.  Huebsch;  $1  net. 


■Womanhood. 
Dr.  Mary  Scharlieb's  little  volume  on 
"Woman  and  Regeneration"  appears  in  New 
Tracts  for  the  Times,  and  as  a  survey  of 
woman's  coming  influence  in  the  social  and 
moral  worlds  it  deserves  to  be  read  for  its 
cogencj"  and  moderation.  And  yet  it  contains 
some  of  those  defects  that,  with  respect,  may 
be  said  to  be  distinctively  feminine.  For  ex- 
ample, we  have  a  plea  for  religious  teaching 
in  the  schools,  and  this  is  partly  based  upon 
the  extraordinary  assumption  that  the  increase 
of  crime  in  Australia  is  due  to  the  seculariza- 
tion of  education.  Post  hoc.  therefore  propter 
hoc.  In  the  same  way  we  are  assured  that 
"anarchy,  sedition,  and  crime"  in  India  are 
due  to  the  government  policy  of  non-inter- 
ference with  the  native  faiths.  And  yet  we 
may  assume  that  the  window-breaking  and 
rioting  sorority  in  England  did  not  wholly 
neglect  their  catechisms  in  the  days  of  their 
youth.  The  women  of  pious  England  have 
supplied  more  "anarchy  and  sedition"  than 
have  the  natives  of  India  during  the  last  year 
or  so. 

The  author  presents  a  somewhat  similar  ob- 
liquity of  vision  in  dealing  with  the  servant 
girl  question.  A  mistress,  we  are  told,  should 
stand  to  a  certain  extent  in  the  position  of 
mother  to  the  maid  servant.  We  might  argue 
in  the  same  way  that  a  master  should  be 
a  father  to  the  coachman.  We  all  know  what 
it  means  when  a  mistress  tries  to  "look  after 
the  moral  welfare"  of  her  servants.  It  means 
that  the  servants  prefer  shop  or  factory  work, 
where  they  may  sell  their  services  without 
impertinent  interference.  Moreover,  the 
morals  of  the  servant  are  usually  quite  as 
safe  as  those  of  the  mistress,  and  often  more 
so.  But  the  little  book  is  a  wholesome  and 
helpful  one,  and  last,  but  not  least,  it  avoids 
politics. 

Womanhood  and  Race-Regeneration.  Bv  Marv 
Scharlieb,  M.  D„  M.  S.  New  York:  Moffat,  Yard 
&  Co.;  SO  cents  net, 


The  Supreme  Court. 
The  statement  is  so  often  made,  and  with- 
out contradiction,  that  the  framers  of  the 
Federal  constitution  did  not  intend  that  the 
Supreme  Court  should  pass  upon  the  constitu- 
tionality of  acts  of  Congress  that  there  should 
be  an  audience  for  this  careful  presentation 
of  the  facts,  based  as  it  is  upon  historical  re- 
search and  logical  reasoning.  It  may  be  that 
it  is  no  longer  possible  to  ascertain  the  views 
of  the  majority  of  the  convention,  but  to  as- 
sume that  they  were  opposed  to  such  control 
on  the  part  of  the  courts  is  to  resort  to  the 
"argument  of  silence,"  which  is  notoriously 
dangerous. 

Into  the  historical  survey  with  which  Pro- 
fessor Beard  fills  his  important  book  there  is 
no  need  to  enter.  Avowedly  it  is  not  con- 
clusive, but  none  the  less  it  is  formidable.  It 
justifies  the  author's  concluding  words  that  "in 
the  face  of  the  evidence  above  adduced,  in  the 
face  of  the  political  doctrines  enunciated  time 
and  again  on  divers  occasions,  it  certainly  is 
incumbent  upon  those  who  say  that  judicial 
control  was  not  within  the  purpose  of  the 
men  who  framed  and  enacted  the  Federal  con- 
stitution to  bring  forward  positive  evidence, 
not  arguments  resting  upon  silence." 

The  Supreme  Court  and  the  Constitution. 
By  Charles  A.  Beard.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company;  $1  net. 

The  Night  of  Fires. 

This  is  a  series  of  five  Breton  studies  by 
an  author  who  is  himself  a  Breton  and  there- 
fore able  to  saturate  his  work  with  the  spirit 
of  his  theme.  One  of  the  five  sketches  may 
be  described  as  a  story.  The  others  are  trans- 
lations of  Breton  sentiment  on  the  subject  of 
religion  and  of  death.  They  are  strangely 
beautiful  and  dignified  and  suggest  the  idea 
of  a  strong  Pagan  base  with  a  superstructure 
of  Christian  terminology.  The  author  is  abun- 
dantly competent  for  his  task  and  he  owes 
much  to  his  translator,  Frances  M.  Gostling, 
for  a  delicate  rendering  of  the  spirit  as  well 
as  of  the   form. 

The  Night  of  Fires.  By  Anatole  Le  Braz. 
New   York:   Longmans,   Green   &   Co.;   $1.60   net. 


The  World's  Leaders. 

Two     substantial     volumes,     "The     World's 

Leading  Painters"  and  "The  World's  Leading 

Poets,"  have  already   appeared  in   this  series 

that  is  justified  alike  by  its  scope  and  work- 


manship. The  intention  is  to  include  biogra- 
phies, reasonably  long,  of  those  whose  names 
are  known  to  all  reading  people,  and  written 
by  the  most  competent  authors  that  can  be 
found.  "The  World's  Leading  Poets"  is  by 
H.  W.  Boynton  and  is  devoted  to  Homer, 
Virgil,  Dante,  Shakespeare,  Milton,  and 
Goethe.  "The  World's  Leading  Painters"  in- 
cludes Leonardo  da  Vinci,  Raphael,  Titian, 
Rubens,  Velasquez,  and  Rembrandt.  That 
some  individual  readers  should  wish  for  a 
different  selection  is,  of  course,  inevitable, 
but  these  biographies  are  so  brightly  written 
that  perhaps  their  popularity  will  suggest  sup- 
plementary volumes  at  "a  later  date.  The  ac- 
companying portraits  are  uniformly  good. 

The  World's  Leaders.     Edited  by  W.  P.  Trent- 
New  York:  Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  $1.75  net. 


Moving  Pictures. 
That  the  moving-picture  industry  is  a  large 
one  is  evident  enough,  but  we  need  such  a 
book  as  this  to  show  its  actual  extent  and 
the  manj'  forms  of  ingenuity  and  industry  that 
are  involved.  Certainly  there  is  nothing  per- 
functory about  Mr.  Talbot's  work.  In  the 
course  of  over  three  hundred  pages  he  gives 
us  the  history  of  animated  photography  and 
describes  the  process  from  the  manufacture 
of  the  celluloid  to  the  latest  triumph  of  the 
finished  "trick"  picture.  We  see  the  working 
of  the  cameras,  the  development,  fixing,  and 
drying  of  the  films,  the  perforation,  printing, 
assemblying,  and  titling  of  the  pictures,  and 
every  detail  of  exposures  and  of  the  technical 
procedure  from  start  to  finish.  The  larger 
part  of  the  book  is  devoted  to  what  may  be 
called  the  dramatic  aspect  of  the  moving  pic- 
ture, and  here  we  have  a  complete  explanation 
of  the  stage  work,  scene  painting,  wardrobes, 
preparation  of  street,  scenes,  rehearsals,  and 
the  various  ways  in  which  acting  for  the 
moving  picture  must  vary  from  dramatic  art 
upon  the  public  stage.  The  preparation  of 
"trick"  pictures  occupies,  perhaps,  too  large 
a  part  of  the  book,  but  perhaps  this  is  justi- 
fied by  their  deplorable  popularity.  The  vol- 
ume contains  133  unique  illustrations  descrip- 
tive of  the  various  processes  and  of  extraordi- 
nary  interest. 

Moving  Pictures:  How  They  Are  Made  and 
Worked.  By  Frederick  A.  Talbot.  Philadelphia: 
J.   B.   Lippincott  Company;  $1.50  net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
Caroline  Williams  Le  Favre  tells  us  how 
we  may  become  beautiful  externally  by  culti- 
vating the  inner  and  spiritual  graces.  We 
shall  try  it,  but  not  hopefully.  The  little  book 
is  called  "Beauty  of  the  Highest  Type" 
(Health  Culture  Company,  Passaic,  New  Jer- 
sey), and  it  is  written  not  onl}f  with  energy, 
but  also  with  humor. 

It  will  not  be  the  fault  of  Mr.  Emlyn  M. 
Gill  if  dry-fly  fishing  does  not  become  as 
popular  in  America  as  it  is  in  England.  His 
little  book,  "Practical  Dry-Fly  Fishing" 
(Charles   Scribner's   Sons;   $1.25),  is  not  only 


a   warm    advocacy   of   the   dry   as    opposed    to 
the  wet  fly,  but  also  a  practical  guide  to  its 

use. 

"Henry  IV,  Part  II,"  and  "Richard  III" 
have  been  added  to  the  Tudor  Shakespeare 
now  in  course  of  issue  under  the  editorship 
of  William  Adlan  Neilson  and  Ashley  Horace 
Thorndike  (Macmillan  Company ;  35  cents  net 
per   volume). 

Duffield  &  Co.  have  added  "King  Iohn"  to 
the  Old  Spelling  Shakespeare  now  in  course 
of  issue.  The  series  is  edited  by  F.  J.  Furni- 
vall  and  the  late  W.  G.  Boswell-Stone,  this 
particular  volume  containing  an  introduction 
by  F.  W.  Clarke,  M.  A. 

Among  late  additions  to  the  Outing  Hand- 
books is  "Navigation  for  the  Amateur,"  by 
Captain  E.  T.  Morton  (Outing  Publishing 
Company ;  70  cents).  It  contains  simple 
formulas  for  finding  a  ship's  position  "suf- 
ficient to  enable  the  amateur  sailor  to  take 
his  boat  anywhere." 

"When  Mother  Lets  Us  Travel,"  by  Char- 
lotte M.  Martin  (Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;  $1  net), 
is  the  latest  addition  to  the  When  Mother 
Lets  Us  series,  now  numbering  eight  vol- 
umes. An  American  family  is  taken  to  the 
various  places  of  interest  in  Italy  and  the 
customs  and  history  of  the  country  are  treated 
in  an  interesting  manner. 

"Everyday  English,"  Book  One,  by  Franklin 
T.  Baker  and  Ashley  H.  Thorndike  (Macmil- 
lan Companj' ;  35  cents  net),  is  intended  for 
school  use  and  is  constructed  on  a  plan  of 
oral  expression,  written  expressions  based  on 
the  oral  discussion,  and  language  drill  and 
study  connected  closely  with  the  oral  and  writ- 
ten composition.  Many  reviews  are  included 
and  the  general  appearance  of  the  book  and 
its  illustrations  will  prove  pleasing  to  the  eye 
of  the  child. 

Professor  J.  Arthur  Thomson  and  Pro- 
fessor Patrick  Geddes  in  the  introduction  to 
their  "Problems  of  Sex"  (Moffat,  Yard  &  Co. ; 
50  cents^,  explain  their  effort  "not  as  point- 
ing to  any  pinnacle  aloof  from  sex  tempta- 
tions; not  as  holding  in  our  hands  ready-made 
solutions  for  the  sex  problems  of  modern 
civilized  life ;  but  in  the  hope  that  a  discus- 
sion fundamentally  from  the  biological  and 
evolutionary  point  of  view,  and  its  associated 
psychological  and  social  ones,  may  be  of 
service." 

"English  Composition  and  Style,"  by  Wil- 
liam T.  Brewster,  A.  M.  (Century  Company), 
is  described  as  a  handbook  for  college  stu- 
dents. Its  five  hundred  pages  are  divided 
between  Composition,  Style,  Discourse,  and 
Versification,  while  an  appendix  deals  with 
Capitalization  and  Common  Mistakes  in  Gram- 
mar. There  is  certainly  nothing  perfunctory 
about  this  substantial  work.  It  is  a  complete 
exposition  of  its  subject,  clearly  and  con- 
cisely written,  well  arranged  and  rich  in  care- 
full  v    selected    illustration. 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Activism. 

The  new  philosophy  of  Professor  Rudolf 
Eucken — if  it  is  new — has  much  to  say  for 
itself,  but  we  may  wish  that  it  had  been  said 
in  simpler  form  and  with  greater  distinction 
of  style.  A  system  that  is  intended  to  give 
a  valuable  productivity  to  man's  ceaseless  beat- 
ing of  the  bars  should  have  something  of  the 
directness  of  a  gospel,  something  of  the  ap- 
peal of  an  evangel.  In  other  words  its  setting 
forth  should  not  be  dull. 

Professor  Eucken  finds  no  present  system 
that  entirely  meets  the  case  or  that  is  likely 
to  result  in  human  happiness.  Idealism  on 
the  one  hand  and  Socialism  on  the  other  are 
both  lacking,  the  one  in  a  stimulus  to  activity 
and  the  other  in  the  necessary  element  of 
spirituality.  We  need  some  system  that  will 
explain  life  according  to  law,  that  will  inter- 
pret the  universe,  that  will  give  man  the 
courage  to  shape  his  efforts  in  pursuit  of  a 
definite  goal. 

Religion,  says  Professor  Eucken,  will  do 
all  this,  but  not  a  religion  of  creeds,  nor  one 
that  centres  around  an  individual,  nor  that 
pivots  on  an  epoch  of  history.  It  must  recog- 
nize a  spiritual  life  or  kingdom  independent 
of  human  limitations  and  of  experience,  self- 
subsistent,  but  accompanying  and  causing  all 
reality.  Man  himself  is  saturated  with  divine 
life  and  it  is  for  man  to  seize  it,  to  recognize 
and  assimilate  it,  to  appropriate  it  with  all 
its  forces.  This  must  be  done  by  a  constant 
and  active  attunement  of  the  personal  life  to 
the  spiritual  ideal,  and  this  implies  an  effort 
"to  develop  life,  to  increase  its  range  and 
depth.  The  endeavor  to  advance  in  spirit- 
uality, to  win  through  struggle,  is  the  soul 
of  the  life  of  the  individual  and  of  the  work 
of  universal  history." 

It  is  easy  to  believe  that  the  new  philos- 
ophy has  made  a  deep  impression  upon  the 
German  mind.  At  the  same  time  its  claims 
to  novelty  may  be  seriously  questioned.  It 
appears  to  be  very  similar  to  the  mystic  Chris- 
tianity of  Tauler,  in  spite  of  Tauler's  insist- 
ence upon  meditation,  and  we  may  go  even 
further  back  for  correspondences  and  find 
them  in  the  "Philosophumena."  But  if  Pro- 
fessor Eucken's  ideas  are  old  ones,  at  least 
he  applies  them  to  modern  thought  and  effort. 
His  work  will  be  a  triumphant  success  if  he 
can  imbue  modern  philosophy  with  the  idea 
of  a  spiritual  pattern  as  a  goal  for  individual 
effort. 

Life's  Basis  and  Life's  Ideal.  By  Rudolf 
Eucken.  Translated  with  introductory  note  by 
Allan  G.  Widgery.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company;    $2.50    net. 


Faith  and  Fear. 

In  spite  of  the  usual  dogmatism  and  a  num- 
ber of  childish  illustrations  Dr.  William  S. 
Sadler  has  written  a  thoroughly  valuable  book 
on  the  influence  of  the  mind  upon  the  body. 
By  faith  he  means  healthy  mindedness,  cour- 
age, and  confidence,  and  by  fear  he  means 
apprehension  and  morbidity.  Naturally  he 
has  no  difficulty  in  showing  that  the  state  of 
mind  has  a  marked  effect  not  only  on  the 
state  of  the  general  health,  but  also  an  imme- 
diate influence  on  the  specific  organs.  This, 
of  course,  is  almost  a  truism,  but  we  are 
helped  to  understand  its  force  by  a  series  of 
parallel  columns  showing  the  ascertained  and 
immediate  effect  upon  the  organs  of  changes 
in  consciousness.  Thus  "faith"  increases  the 
regularity  of  the  heart,  but  with  "fear"  the 
heart  becomes  irregular  and  palpitates.  The 
immediate  effect  upon  other  organs  is  simi- 
larly indicated. 

Dr.  Sadler's  book  is  to  be  recommended 
warmly  to  those  who  wish  to  recognize  the 
precise  frontiers  of  science  and  conjecture. 
It  is  written  popularly  and  should  prove  a 
reliable  guide  after  deducting  the  dogmatisms 
that  seem  almost  inseparable  from  works  of 
this  kind. 

The  Physiology  of  Faith  and  Fear.  By  Wil- 
liam S.  Sadler,  M.  D.  Chicago;  A.  C.  McCturg  & 
Co.;    $1.50  net. 

Fathers  of  Men. 

Mr.  Hornung  tells  not  only  a  capital  story 
of  English  school  life,  but  one  that  illustrates 
the  difference  between  English  and  American 
social  ideals.  The  hero  is  the  result  of  an 
elopement  between  a  lady  and  a  coachman. 
He  occupies  his  earlier  years  as  a  stable  boy 
and  is  then  discovered  by  relatives  and  sent 
to  a  public  school.  He  is  a  good  boy,  but  he 
is  tormented  with  a  dread  lest  some  of  his 
companions  shall  recognize  him  and  expose 
his  humble  origin.  The  American  boy  would 
not  only  be  wholly  indi  ff erent  to  such  an 
eventuality,  but  he  would  have  no  objection 
to  working  his  way  through  college  .by  em- 
ploying his  vacations  in  a  stable  or  anywhere 
else,  and  he  would  be  rather  proud  of  it. 
On  the  other  hand,  Mr.  Hornung  paints  the 
school  as  a  maker  of  sound  and  solid  charac- 
ter and  the  inspiration  of  honest  and  worthy 
work  in  the  world. 

Fathers  of  Men.  By  E.  W.  Hornung.  New 
York:   Charles  Scribncr's  Sons. 


Christ  Among  the  Cattle. 
Opponents  of  vivisection  would   do  well   to 
possess    this    little    volume    by    Dr.    Frederic 
Rowland     Marvin,     who     writes     both     tem- 
perately  and    effectively.     Dr.    Marvin   some- 
9    the     quotation    with     staggering 


force,  as  for  example  in  his  citation  of  a 
lecture  delivered  before  the  Medical  Society 
of   Stockholm   by   Dr.  James,   who   said : 

When  I  began  my  experiments  with  black  small- 
pox pus,  I  should,  perhaps,  have  chosen  animals 
for  the  purpose.  But  the  most  fit  subjects,  calves, 
were  obtainable  only  at  considerable  cost.  There 
was,  besides,  the  cost  of  their  keep,  so  I  con- 
cluded to  make  my  experiment  upon  the  children 
of  the  Foundlings'  Home,  and  obtained  kind  per- 
mission to  do  so  from  the  head  physician.  I  se- 
lected fourteen  children  who  were  inoculated  day 
after  day.  Afterward  I  discontinued  them,  and 
used  calves.  ...  I  did  not  continue  my  experi- 
ments on  calves  long  .  .  .  because  the  calves 
were  so  expensive.  I  intend,  however,  to  go  back 
to  my  experiments  in  the  Foundling  Asylum  at 
some   future   time. 

The  author  has  considerable  power  of  lite- 
rary expression  and  he  seems  to  be  cautious 
as  to   his   facts. 

Christ  Among  the  Cattle.  By  Frederic  Row- 
land Marvin.  Boston:  Sherman,  French  &  Co.; 
65  cents. 

First  Love. 
The  reading  of  a  volume  devoted  entirely 
to  love  poems  is  a  formidable  task.  At  least 
it  becomes  so  after  a  certain  age.  The  con- 
tinuous sweetness  is  liable  to  cloy  and  the  in- 
duced ecstasy  to  become  mechanical.  Take, 
for  example,  the  following  stanza  selected  at 
random  from  Mr.  Untermeyer's  volume  : 
She    is    mine — I    am    ocean    and    thunder, 

I  am  flame  in  a  glory  of  fire, 
I    am    lifted    in    new-revealed    wonder, 

With  gladness  too  great  to  desire. 
Oh,  fire  and  flood,  let  me  sweep  her 

With  love  that  no  man  can  divine — 
Oh  stars,  let  me  hold  her  and  keep  her, 
She  is  mine— she  is  mine. 

The  verse  has  its  merits,  marked  ones,  but 
it  is  too  intense  for  daily  use.  The  volume 
is  described  as  "a  series  of  inter-related 
lyrics,  each  of  which  is  a  melodic  unit  in 
itself,  yet  an  integral  part  of  a  more  or 
less  dramatic  sequence."  Mr.  Untermeyer 
writes  with  so  much  force  and  feeling  as  to 
suggest  that  he  could  be  equally  successful 
with  some  topic  other  than  love. 

First  Love.  By  Louis  Untermeyer.  Boston : 
Sherman,  French  &  Co.;  $1  net. 


A  "Woman  in  South  America. 

While  this  book  does  not  add  largely  to 
our  knowledge  of  South  America  it  is  a  pleas- 
antly presented  picture  of  surface  impressions. 
Its  291  pages  of  large  type  are  divided  into 
forty-five  chapters,  each  devoted  to  a  city  or 
to  some  phase  of  South  American  life.  The 
author  is  wise  enough  to  confine  herself  to 
her  own  experiences  and  so  we  are  spared 
the  usual  disquisitions  on  trade,  politics,  and 
religion.  The  result  is  an  eminently  read- 
able volume,  as  well  as  a  general  impression 
that  the  author  is  a  clever  and  interesting 
woman. 

A  Woman's  Winter  in  South  America.  By 
Charlotte  Cameron.  With  thirty-seven  illustrations. 
Boston:   Small,   Maynard  &  Co. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Although  first  issued  thirteen  years  ago, 
Henry  Holt  &  Co.  are  just  having  to  send 
Lavignac's  "Music  and  Musicians"  to  press 
for  the  nin'a  time.  Revised  and  enlarged  it 
contains  valuable  matter  on  contemporary 
composers,  etc.,  by  Henry  E.  Krehbiel,  which 
does  not  appear  in  the  original  French  edition. 

Mrs.  Humphry  Ward  has  written  a  new  in- 
troduction to  her  recent  novel,  "The  Case  of 
Richard  Meynell,"  for  the  complete  West- 
moreland edition  of  her  novels.  "In  'Richard 
Meynell,'  "  she  says,  "I  tried  to  describe,  not 
the  individual  change,  as  in  'Robert  Elsmere,' 
but  the  collective  change  we  see  now  going 
on,  become  active,  and  conscious  of  itself; 
not  secession  to  something  without,  but  or- 
ganized and  successful  re-creation  within." 

Kate  V.  St.  Maur,  writer  of  books  for  the 
encouragement  of  women,  the  latest  being 
"Making  Home  Life  Profitable,"  has  had  a 
career  through  varying  environments.  She 
was  born  in  Seneca  Falls,  educated  in  Eng- 
land, became  an  actress,  married  an  English 
actor  and  dramatist,  left  the  stage,  and  per- 
suaded her  husband  to  leave  a  New  York  flat 
and  take  a  house  in  the  suburbs.  John  St. 
Maur  died  five  years  ago,  but  his  widow  still 
lives  in  a  little  Connecticut  village,  where 
she  keeps  poultry,  raises  fancy  vegetables, 
sells  honey  from  her  own  hives  and  water- 
cress from  her  own  brook  and  rhubarb  and 
asparagus  from  her  own  forcing  beds  in  the 
cellar  in  the  winter,  and  as  a  side  line  does 
a  small  business  in  canary  birds. 

Maurice  Hewlett's  new  novel  is  "Mrs. 
Lancelot,"  the  story  of  a  fascinating  woman 
of  the  London  social  world  and  her  three 
lovers.  The  Century  Company  will  issue  the 
book  in  the  fall. 

The  official  monthly  booklist  of  the  Ameri- 
can Library  Association  gives  the  verdict  of 
the  national  body's  judgment  on  all  the  new 
books.  References  to  these  monthly  booklists 
for  the  first  six  months  of  1912  display  some 
surprising  differences  of  opinion  with  the 
tastes  of  individual  book  buyers  as  repre- 
sented by  the  best  selling  lists.  Up  to  the 
time  the  library  selectors  closed  up  shop  for 
the  summer  they  had  recommended  just  fifty- 
four  of  the  four  hundred  works  gf  fiction  that 


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FAMOUS  CIGARETTES 


A  Shilling  in  London 
A  Quarter  -Here 


the  American  publishers  have  sent  forth  since 
leap  year  began.  Of  this  number  they  have 
designated  twenty-six  titles  with  a  maltese 
cross  indicating  that  these  books  are  "recom- 
mended for  small  libraries  or  for  first  pur- 
chase." This  latter  indorsement  is  regarded 
as  specially  valuable  by  publishers  who  send 
practically  all  of  their  books  as  issued  to  the 
board  in  Madison,  Wisconsin. 

F.  Hopkinson  Smith's  new  novel,  "The 
Armchair  at  the  Inn,"  which  will  be  published 
by  Charles  Scribner's  Sons  next  month,  pre- 
sents a  scene  in  Normandy  and  introduces  a 
variety  of  characters — artists,  explorers,  en- 
gineers. Mr.  Smith  has  known  and  mingled 
with  on  equal  terms  all  sorts  of  men,  and  he 
writes  invariably  with  broad  fellowship. 


New  Books  Received. 
The    Cobweb    Cloak.    By    Helen    Mackay.      New 
York:  Duffield  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 
A  story  about   fairies. 

The  Drama  of  Love  and  Death.  By  Edward 
Carpenter.  New  York:  Mitchell  Kennerley;  $1.50 
net. 

"A  study  of  human  evolution  and  transfigura- 
tion." 

The    Roses  of  Crein.     By  Bervl  Symons.     New 
York:  D.  Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.30  net. 
A  novel. 

Halcyone.      By    Elinor    Glyn.      New    York:    D. 
Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.30  net. 
A  novel. 

The  Tomboy.     By  H.  B.  Marriott  Watson.    New 
York:  John  Lane  Company;   $1  net. 
A  novel. 

The  House  of  a  Thousand  Welcomes.  By  E. 
R.  Lipsett.  New  York :  John  Lane  Company ; 
$1.30  net. 

A  novel. 

The  Works  of  John  M.  Synge.  Boston:  John 
W.  Luce  &  Co. 

Complete    in    four  volumes. 


Lovers  of  literature  will  share  the  deep  re- 
gret of  A.  F.  Davidson's  many  personal 
friends  that  his  "Victor  Hugo  ;  His  Life  and 
Work,"  just  issued  by  the  J.  B.  Lippincott 
Company,  is  a  posthumous  work.  French  lite- 
rary history  was  always  his  hobby  and  the 
successful  publication  of  his  "Life  of  Dumas" 
several  years  ago  encouraged  him  to  write 
the  present  volume  on  Victor  Hugo.  He  did 
not  actually  begin  it  until  he  was  in  the  grip 
of  his  last  long  illness.  .  Although  he  was, 
fortunately,  able  to  complete  it,  yet  he  did 
not  live  to  read  and  edit  the  proofs.  This 
was  done  by  Mr.  Francis  Gribble,  who  writes 
that  it  was  his  aim  to  revise  the  proofs  as 
Davidson  would  himself  have  revised  them, 
nowhere  tampering  with  any  expression  of 
opinion,  but  carefully  correcting  obvious  slips 
of  the  pen,  and  making  the  few  necessary 
but   inconsiderable   additions. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


MR.   HACKETT'S    FIRST    OFFERING. 


Romance  is  the  keynote  of  "The  Grain  of 
Dust/'  And,  prosaic  though  we  are  becom- 
ing in  this  age  of  facing  cold  truths,  romance 
still  holds  its  place  in  the  hearts  of  theatre- 
goers. At  any  rate,  "The  Grain  of  Dust" 
unmistakably  captured  the  majority  of  the 
audience,  which,  on  the  opening  night,  testi- 
fied its  pleasure  and  approbation  by  many 
curtain-calls. 

It  can  not  be  said,  nevertheless,  that  the 
play,  entertaining  though  it  may  be,  is  a  first- 
class  specimen  of  stage  literature.  Romance, 
in  its  modern  acceptation,  is  something  beau- 
tiful and  pleasing  to  the  emotions  and  to  the 
fancy;  some  incident,  some  turn  of  destiny, 
may  be,  that  is  at  once  truthful  and  unusual. 
For  nowadays  we  are  become  realists.  So 
much  so  that  we  have  learned  to  reconcile 
those  almost  irreconcilable  elements,  realism 
and  romance.  For  romance,  we  hope,  and 
believe,  will  never  die. 

In  older  times  romance  was  frankly  and 
openly  improbable.  The  author  who  carried 
his  readers  furthest  away  from  life  as  we 
know  it  and  live  it,  provided  he  did  it  grace- 
fully and  beautifully,  was  the  one  who  pleased 
most.  Jane  Austen  was  the  intrepid  pioneer 
who,  in  fiction,  dared  to  make  her  charac- 
ters depart  so  far  from  the  aureole  of  ro- 
mance as  to  think  the  thoughts,  utter  the 
words,  and  act  out  the  lives  of  actual  men 
and  women. 

In  modern  guise,  romance  and  humor  are 
running  mates.  The  twentieth-century  author 
recognizes  the  need  of  sad  humanity  to  have 
its  romance  lightened  with  a  smile.  And  so 
the  smile  follows  the  thrill,  and  the  thrill 
the   smile. 

Louis  Evan  Shipman,  who  has  put  "The 
Grain  of  Dust,"  from  David  Graham  Phil- 
lips's novel,  into  acting  shape,  has  recognized 
this  need  of  human  nature,  and  there  are 
many  smiles  in  the  play,  which,  on  the  whole, 
is    fairly   plausible. 

But  it  seems  to  me  that  the  heroine  of 
"The  Grain  of  Dust"  is  a  young  woman  of 
rather  shadowy  personality,  and  obscure 
mainsprings  of  action.  She  is  apparently 
founded  on  that  nearly  dead-and-gone  epitome 
of  romantic  taciturnity,  the  silent  heroine  of 
romance,  who  let  concealment,  like  a  worm 
i'  the  bud,  prey  on  her  damaged  cheek.  She 
never  told  her  love,  and  kept  her  young  man 
on  the  anxious  seat,  guessing  hard.  There 
was,  of  course,  always  some  reason,  however 
romantic  and  far-fetched — generally  self  sac- 
rifice— underlying  this  course  of  action,  but 
the  typewriter  in  "The  Grain  of  Dust"  is  ap- 
parently obdurate,  at  first,  because  she  is  of 
an  unsusceptible  nature.  And  then,  when  the 
affairs  of  the  husband  whom  she  has  married 
without  love,  and  who  has  given  up  his  pros- 
pects for  her  sake,  are  in  a  very  untoward 
state,  she  flits,   shadow-like,  away. 

This  is  not  exactly  conducive  to  a  sympa- 
thetic attitude  on  the  part  of  the  audience, 
and,  in  fact,  I  do  not  think  the  audience 
took  very  keenly  to  Frederick  Norman's 
stenographer.  Modern  audiences  are  apt  to 
require  a  good  common  sense  reason  for  an 
action  in  serious  drama,  and  Dorothy  Hallo- 
well's  reasons  were  not  apparent.  She  is  too 
austere,  too  high-pitched.  And  what  key  she 
is  pitched  on  we  do  not  exactly  know.  We 
only  know  that  we  accept  her  determined  ad- 
mirer's infatuation  as  an  amiable  weakness  in 
an  otherwise  intractable  nad  commanding 
character,  and  we  feel,  on  account  of  Nor- 
man's qualities  of  head  and  heart,  that  we 
wish  he  had  preferred  just  plain  girl. 

I  do  seem  to  perceive  dimly  that  Mr.  Ship- 
man  wishes  us  to  infer  that  the  obduracy  and 
ruthlessness  of  the  business  methods  prac- 
ticed by  her  employer  are  repellant  to  Dor- 
othy's gentler  nature,  but  either  Mr,  Ship- 
man  himself,  or  Beatrice  Beckley  does  not 
bring  out  this  side  of  the  character  adequately. 
In  fact.  Miss  Beckley  is  not  particularly  well 
suited  to  the  role.  She  has  one  special  qual- 
ity which,  valuable  as  it  would  be  in  its 
place,  tends  to  restrict  her  range.  Small  as 
she  is  in  stature,  Miss  Beckley  has  presence, 
and  a  certain  weight  of  personality.  It  would 
fit  her  particularly  to  represent  a  woman  who 
has  something  to  conceal.  Not  necessarily  a 
sin  ;  perhaps  a  sorrow,  or  a  misfortune.  She 
has  no  lightness,  no  buoyancy,  no  humor,  and 
little  of  the  simple,  girlish  charm — we  must 
suppose  it  to  be — that  so  bewitched  Frederick 
Norman  as  to  cause  him  to  renounce  his 
wealthy  betrothed,  and  with  her  the  business 
prestige  which  was  building  up  for  him  for- 
tune and  favo:. 

The  battle  for  ascendancy  between  the  busi- 


ness magnates  is  quite  interesting;  it  affords 
us,  although  only  superficially,  that  glimpse 
into  the  real  doings,  the  real  potentialities, 
of  life,  that  we  so  prize.  As  for  that  iron 
clutch  that  Frederick  Norman,  metaphorically 
speaking,  so  firmly  maintains  on  his  enemy's 
throat,  no  doubt  many  of  the  business  men 
in  the  audience  sympathized  with  him  in  his 
insensibility  to  the  plight  of  the  defeated. 

In  giving  up  what  he  had  to  secure  the 
woman  he  loved  he  acted  like  a  man,  and  in 
his  subsequent  plight,  when,  as  he  put  it,  he 
was  "up  against  it,"  he  felt  like  a  trapped 
animal,  and  his  pride  of  manhood  was  sorely 
affronted.  We  do  not  condemn  a  good  hater, 
when  he  has  just  cause  for  his  sentiment, 
and  as  Hackett  acts  this  phase  of  the  hero's 
character  particularly  well,  I  rather  think  he 
carried  the  men  with  him  more  than  when, 
at  the  importunity  of  the  returned  wife,  he 
forgave. 

The  return  of  the  wife  was  as  sudden  and 
apparently  uncalculated  as  the  flitting.  We 
speculated,  during  the  interval  preceding  the 
fourth  act,  as  to  what  was  going  to  bring 
things  about,  and  concluded  that  it  woula 
be  the  good  old  motive:  the  silent  contagion 
of  constant  love.  In  the  first  act,  when  Nor- 
man makes  love  in  a  good,  manly,  roman- 
tically convincing  way,  the  little  stenographer 
says  she  almost  loathes  him.  In  the  last  act, 
she  has  been  conquered  by  love,  and  finds  it 
good  to  be  sheltered  in  the  embrace  of  a 
strong  man  who  can  shoulder  for  her  a  com- 
fortable path  through  the  crowded  lanes  of 
life. 

The  last  act  of  a  play  is  generally  a  tick- 
lish affair.  Things  have  to  be  wound  up  in 
a  complete  and  convincing  manner.  It  is  not 
unreasonable  that  Norman,  on  the  plea  of  the 
beloved,  should  forgive  his  enemy.  He  had 
seen  that  enemy  begging  for  mercy,  and,  be- 
sides, vengeance  is  apt  to  lose  its  flavor  just 
as  we  have  it  in  our  grasp.  Resentment  is  a 
heat  of  quick  growth  and  sudden  cooling. 

But  the  wind-up  was  cast  in  the  manner  of 
old-fashioned  romance.  Josephine  Borroughs, 
daughter  of  the  dust-biting  enemy,  the  glass 
of  fashion  and  the  mold  of  form,  and  a  mod- 
ern of  the  moderns,  clasps  hands  and  begs 
mercy  for  her  father.  Dorothy  clasps  hands, 
and  intercedes.  Josephine  heaven-blesses  her, 
when  forgiveness  is  secured,  and  the  broken 
enemy  in  the  protecting  embrace  of  his  daugh- 
ter creeps  humbly  away,  as  the  now  united  pair 
melt  into  each  other's  arms  to  the  familiar 
rustle   of  the   descending  curtain. 

Hackett,  in  his  methods,  is  a  romanticist, 
and  a  romantic  actor  always  over-emphasizes 
a  little.  That,  I  remember,  is  a  fault,  too, 
of  Otis  Skinner's.  Mr.  Skinner  has  tried  to 
make  himself  over  into  a  realist,  but  still  that 
slight  tendency  to  flourish  a  little  lingers. 
Neither  a  psychologist  nor  a  realist  would 
offer  laurel-wreaths  to  Mr.  Hackett,  whose 
methods  are  of  the  purely  obvious. 

Nevertheless,  of  his  school  he  is  a  good 
actor,  and  an  entertaining  one.  He  fills  the 
eye,  with  his  tall  figure  and  well-cut  fea- 
tures. The  romantic  beauty  •  of  his  early 
youth  has  changed  into  something  more  virile. 
Virile,  too,  is  the  impression  he  gives  of 
power  in  Norman's  business  affairs,  in  spite 
of  that  slight  tendency  to  over-elaboration  of 
gesture,  remaining  from  his  "Prisoner  of 
Zenda"   days. 

With  Mr.  Hackett  are  several  good  actors, 
notably  E.  M.  Holland,  who  always  was  and 
always  will  be  a  favorite.  In  "The  Grain  of 
Dust"  he  is  supplied  with  a  thoroughly  con- 
genial role,  that  of  William  Tetlow,  a 
shrewd  man,  and  a  wise,  but  a  man  of 
heart.  William  is,  of  course,  Billy.  Any 
William  who  never  became  "Billy"  to  his 
friends  must  have  something  the  matter  with 
him.  It  may  only  be  a  depression  where 
there  should  be  a  bump  of  geniality,  but  the 
fact  remains  that  any  one  afflicted  with  the 
name  of  William  rises  superior  to  it,  on  the 
sunny  promontory  of  "Bill"  or  "Billy"  if  he 
is  all  that  he  should  be. 

So  William  Tetlow  is  "Billy,"  and,  as  in- 
terpreted by  Mr.  Holland,  an  old  friend  and 
a  dear  one  to  the  confirmed  theatre-goer, 
Billy  becomes  a  pet  of  the  first  magnitude. 
Men  and  women  take  him  to  their  heart  and 
gurgle  with  joy  over  these  familiar  manner- 
isms ;  that  sudden  run  of  ripple-lipped  utter- 
ances, the  polite  little  shoulder  twitch  with 
which  a  new  idea  is  advanced  or  assimilated, 
the  genial,  light  gray  fixity  of  a  pair  of  laugh- 
inspiring  eyes,  the  thoroughly  engaging  genu- 
ineness and  naturalness  of  a  manner  and  per- 
sonality that  are,  nevertheless,  amusingly  set 
oft"  with  the  necessary  exaggerations  of  an 
experienced  character  actor. 

There  are  a  lot  of  good  lines  in  the  play — 
Mr.  Shipman  has  the  verbal  facility  of  an  old 
craftsman — and  many  of  them  fall  to  Mr. 
Holland's  share.  And  so  thoroughly  did  he 
assimilate  the  role  of  "Billy"  that,  if  our 
memory  had  not  been  busily  set  to  working 
and  calling  up  recollections  of  Holland  in 
"The  Dancing  Girl,"  Holland  in  "Jim  the 
Penman,"  Holland  in  still  earlier  appearances, 
we  would  have  thought  that  that  was  the 
only  kind  of  role  he  should  play.  Mr.  Hol- 
land, however,  old-time  actor  that  he  is,  be- 
longs to  no  school,  except  that  of  nature. 
He  does  well  in  everything  he  attempts.  I 
even  remember  him  as  a  wise,  mellow  old 
priest,  with  Otis  Skinner  in  a  play  from  the 
French,  with  Keith  Wakeman  as  the  heroine. 


Hackett  has  good  male  support.  Messrs. 
Coulter,  Burbeck,  and  Trevor  were  easy  and 
experienced  in  their  several  roles,  although 
one  can  not  warmly  commend  the  splutters 
of  Mr.  Coulter  as  the  money  magnate  op- 
posed and  denied;  it  seemed  as  if  a  man  ac- 
customed to  control  the  money  market 
ought  to  take  the  reverses  of  self-will  with 
greater  aplomb.  Fred  Sullivan's  servant  Tim- 
son  was  also   well  played. 

The  feminine  part  of  the  cast  was  com- 
pleted by  Olive  Oliver,  a  drawing-room 
actress  who  needs  to  acquire  greater  sim- 
plicity  of   manner. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Real  Comic  Opera  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

The  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  Festival  Company 
now  presenting  a  season  of  revivals  of  those 
famous  authors  at  the  Cort  Theatre,  "The 
Mikado,"  having  proved  a  wonderful  success, 
during  the  past  week,  change  their  bill  on 
Sunday  evening  and  will  present  for  the  en- 
tire week,  beginning  that  day,  another  opera, 
the  most  popular  of  the  even  dozen  which 
they  gave  to  the  world,  "H.  M.  S.  Pinafore." 

It  has  been  thirty-three  years  since  this 
opera  was  first  given  in  America.  It  had 
been  running  for  a  few  months  in  London,  at 
the  Opera  Comique,  prior  to  that  time,  before 
any  American  manager  had  the  temerity  to 
risk  its  production.  It  was  feared  that  it 
was  too  British  and  insular  to  make  an  ap- 
peal to  this  country,  which  action  perhaps 
explains  why  W.  S.  Gilbert  failed  to  secure 
for  it  copyright  protection  in  America.  In 
the  revival  of  "Pinafore"  De  Wolf  Hopper 
will  be  seen  as  Dick  Deadeye,  Blanche  Duf- 
field  as  Josephine,  Eugene  Cowles  as  Bill  Bob- 
stay,  Arthur  Aldridge  as  Ralph  Rackstraw, 
Viola  Gillette  as  Little  Buttercup,  Arthur 
Cunningham  as  Sir  Joseph  Porter,  K.  C.  B., 
and  Alice  Brady  as  Hebe. 

For  the  third  week  of  comic  opera  at  the 
Cort  Theatre  it  has  been  arranged  that 
"Patience"  will  be  given  production  the  first 
half  of  the  week  of  August  4,  to  be  followed 
with  "The  Pirates  of  Penzance"  for  the  final 
half  of  that  same  week. 


The  inhabitants  of  Breslau,  Germany,  have 
started  a  fund  for  the  erection  of  a  monu- 
ment to  Josef  von  Eichendorff,  who  wrote 
many  German  songs  of  great  popularity.  At 
an  entertainment  for  the  benefit  of  the  fund 
recently  held  at  Breslau,  Paul  Keller  related 
some  anecdotes  of  the  writer.  He  said  that 
the  well-known  song,  "In  Einem  Kuhlen 
Grunde,"  was  sent  in  its  original  form  in  1812 
to  Justinius  Korner  by  the  poet,  who  was  then 
only  twenty-four  years  old.  Korner  recog- 
nized the  beauty  of  the  composition,  laid  the 
manuscript  on  the  table  and  the  next  moment 
a  gust  of  wind  carried  it  out  and  upon  the 
fields.  Korner  hastened  to  find  it  and  enlisted 
the  services  of  every  one  he  could  find  near 
his  home,  but  the  search  was  in  vain,  and  the 
manuscript  was  given  up  for  lost  until  weeks 
later,  when  it  was  found  serving  as  a  wrapper 
for  a  toy  in  a  peddler's  basket. 


Arthur  Nikisch  never  showed  his  greatness 
and  liberality  more  convincingly  than  he  did 
the  other  day  (says  the  musical  critic  of  the 
New  York  Evening  Post),  when  he  consented 
to  supply  at  the  head  of  the  London  Sym- 
phony Orchestra  the  accompaniment  to  a 
piano  concerto  played  by  Eastorpe  Martin  on 
a  semi-mechanical  "player-piano"  well  known 
to  fame.  He  knows  the  artistic  possibilities 
of  such  "players"  in  the  hands  of  good  musi- 
cians, and  knows  also  the  vast  influence  they 
have  had  in  educating  the  public  to  the 
higher  things  in  music.  At  the  same  con- 
cert Elena  Gerhardt  sang  a  group  of  songs 
to  the  accompaniment  of  the  same  instrument. 


While  on  her  long  Western  tour  next  sea- 
son, Alice  Nielsen  is  scheduled  to  appear  ii, 
Wolf-Ferrari's  "Secret  of  Suzanne"  in  St. 
Paul,  Minneapolis,  Winnipeg,  two  performances 
in  San  Francisco,  and  two  in  Los  Angeles. 
An  interesting  fact  in  connection  with  her 
St.  Paul  appearances  is  that  the  popular  prima 
donna  is  to  sing  the  Wolf-Ferrari  music  ac- 
companied by  the  St.  Paul  Orchestra  at  one 
of  its  symphony  concerts  in  January,  the  pro- 
gramme to  open  with  a  symphony,  followed  by 
Miss  Nielsen's  rendering  of  a  Mozart  aria, 
for  the  first  half,  while  the  second  half  of 
the  concert  will  be  devoted  to  the  music  of 
the   "Secret   of   Suzanne." 

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Giulia  Lorenza,  a  Florentine  girl,  said  to  be 
a  grandniece  of  Mme.  Lorenza,  twenty  years 
ago  a  famous  prima  donna,  has  astounded  the 
music  masters  of  Rome  by  a  compass  of  notes 
which  exceeds  by  almost  an  octave  that  of  any 
other  singer  recorded  in  the  annals  of  music. 
She  is  little  more  than  sixteen,  but  has  been 
under  good  teachers  for  years. 


One  of  the  early  Columbia  Theatre  attrac- 
tions will  be  the  melodramatic  farce  called 
"Officer  666,"  which  Cohan  &  Harris  have  had 
on  in   New  York  for  a  year  past. 


Tipo  (Red  or  White* 

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The  Man  Who  KNOWS 

Being  absolutely  certain  in  this  world 
is  what  counts.  The  man  who  KNOWS  is 
always  sure  of  himself.  Others  are  just  as 
sure  of  him,  because  they  know  he  is  de- 
pendable. He  never  guesses.  He  never 
says  his  figures  are  "just  about  right,"  his 
watch  is  "almost"  correct,  or  that  a  train 
leaves  "nearly"  on  the  hour. 

But  this  is  not  an  essay  on  efficiency. 

How  many  men  know  when  the  last  car 
leaves  a  certain  point?  Suppose  you  were 
detained  until  after  midnight,  and  you 
were  dependent  on  the  street-car  service 
to  carry  you  to  your  destination  here  in 
San  Francisco.  Would  you  know  for  a 
certainty  when  and  where  to  make  connec- 
tions ? 

As  a  matter  of  public  interest  and  for 
the  direct  benefit  of  the  public,  the  follow- 
ing schedule  of  the  "Owl"  service  of  the 
United  Railroads  is  herewith  presented: 

Sutter  Street  line  leaves  Sansome  at 
1 :18  a.  m.  and  half-hourly  thereafter. 

Turk  and  Eddy  line  leaves  the  Ferry  at 
1  a.  m.  and  half-hourly  thereafter. 

Haight  Street  line  leaves  Haight  and 
Market  at  2:16  a.  m.  and  half -hourly 
thereafter. 

Valencia  Street  line  leaves  Ferry  at  1 :30 
a.  m.  and  half-hourly  thereafter. 

Market  Street  line  leaves  Ferry  at  1  :15 
a.  m.   and  hourly  thereafter. 

Fillmore  and  Sixteenth  Street  lines  leave 
Broadway  at  1  a.  m.  and  half-hourly  there- 
after. 

Eighth  and  Eighteenth  Street  lines  leave 
Eighth  and  Market  at  1.50  a.  m.  and 
hourly  thereafter. 

Third  and  Kearny  Street  line  leaves  S. 
P.  Depot  at  1 :40  a.  m.  and  half-hourly 
thereafter. 

Mission  and  Twenty-Fourth  Street  lines 
leave  Twenty-Fourth  and  Hoffman  Streets 
at    1 :10   a.    m.   and   half-hourly   thereafter. 

Sunnyside  Street  line  leaves  Fourteenth 
and  Valencia  Streets  at  1 :16  a.  m.  and 
hourly  thereafter. 

This  information  will  be  g'adly  received 
by  every  person  who  has  recourse  to  the 
street-car.  Lack  of  this  knowledge,  it  is 
safe  to  say,  causes  many  a  belated  San 
Franciscan  many  a  wearisome  wait,  many 
a  long,  tiresome  tramp  and  untold  vexa- 
tion of  spirit  in  the  "wee  sma'  hours"  of 
the  night. 

How  convenient  it  would  be  if  one  had 
a  card  with  this  schedule  printed  on  it, 
pocketbook  size,  which  could  be  readily 
consulted.  And  there  are  such  cards.  The 
United  Railroads  has  had  them  printed  for 
public  distribution,  and  they  can  be  ob- 
tained by  application  at  the  office  head- 
quarters, unless  it  is  desired  to  cut  out  this 
announcement  and  paste  the  necessary  part 
of  it  on  a  card  at  home. 

The  "Owl"  cars  run  on  time,  as  do  the 
cars  operated  during  the  day,  for  sched- 
ules must  be  followed  to  maintain  the 
proper  operation  of  the  entire  system,  and 
the  faultfinder — there  are  professionals 
in  this  sphere  of  action — is  informed  that 
a  constant  and  minute  check  is  kept  on  the 
running  time  of  all  cars,  and  the  officials 
not  only  demand,  but  obtain  a  high  degree 
of  conformity  between  the  schedules  and 
actual  running  time.  Any  blocking  of  the 
street  by  a  vehicle  can,  it  will  be  readily 
seen,  throw  the  entire  schedule  out  of 
gear  and  tie  up  a  long  string  of  cars,  caus- 
ing delay  for  which  the  carmen  are  some- 
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59 


ROYAL  COMIC  OPERA. 


Twenty-seven  years  ago  Gilbert  and  Sulli- 
van gave  "The  Mikado"  to  a  waiting  and 
eager  comic-opera-loving  public,  and  it  is 
safe  to  say  that  since  the  date  of  its  first  pro- 
duction at  the  Savoy  Theatre  in  London, 
March  14,  1885,  not  one  week  has  passed  in 
which  the  opera  has  not  been  sung  somewhere 
in  an  English-speaking  country.  It  has  been 
produced  in  the  new  San  Francisco  three 
times,  in  the  old  San  Francisco  it  had  many 
presentations,  and  on  each  occasion  its  suc- 
cess was  marked.  Seventh  in  the  line  of 
great  and  original  achievements  by  its  author 
and  composer,  it  has  maintained  a  higher 
place  in  popular  appreciation  than  any  of  its 
predecessors  except  the  earliest,  "H.  M.  S. 
Pinafore."  which  was  the  first  English  comic 
opera  ever  written  and  still  remains  the  great- 
est of  them  all. 

To  say  that  the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  comic 
operas  are  all  royal,  is  but  to  acknowledge  their 
crowned  excellence,  but  regal  characteristics 
are  often  sadly  dimmed  by  ignoble  uses.  Not 
often  is  a  production  of  even  the  best-known 
of  these  inimitable  works  fully  adequate. 
The  nearest  approach  to  such  a  happy  con- 
summation is  to  be  seen  this  week  at  the 
Cort  Theatre.  No  company  ever  seen  in 
"The  Mikado"  has  had  in  its  principals  such 
a  combination  of  dramatic  force  and  good 
singing  voices.  Never  has  a  better  equipped 
or  more  carefully  trained  chorus  carried  an 
important  part  of  the  production  so  well,  and 
never  have  the  stage  settings  been  more  suit- 
ably suggestive. 

In  the  opening  scene  of  "The  Mikado"  last 
Sunday  night,  when  twenty-five  "gentlemen 
of  Japan"  were  revealed  in  handsome  cos- 
tumes harmoniously  chosen  and  grouped,  and 
the  familiar  words  of  the  chorus  rang  out 
distinctly  yet  in  notable  volume,  more  than 
one  old-time  theatre-goer  settled  comfortably 
in  his  seat  with  the  assurance  that  this  was 
to  be  a  royal  feast,  served  with  magnificence. 

There  have  been  in  the  role  of  Nanki-Poo 
many  better  actors  than  Arthur  Aldridge,  but 
he  has  a  good  tenor  voice  and  he  improves 
with  the  progress  of  the  story.  He  will  in- 
troduce himself  more  effectively  next  week, 
when  as  Ralph  Rackstraw  in  "Pinafore"  his 
voice  will  be  heard  before  his  appearance  on 
the  stage. 

Arthur  Cunningham  as  Pish-Tush  was  sec- 
ond among  the  principals  to  enter  on  the 
scene,  and  his  appearance  was  the  signal  for 
a  hearty  welcome.  For  years  Mr.  Cunning- 
ham was  deservedly  a  favorite  here  in  comic 
opera,  and  in  New  York  he  has  been  no  less 
successful.  His  voice  is  still  of  good  quality 
and  volume,  well  managed,  and  he  acts  with 
ease  and  authority. 

As  Pooh-Bah,  another  favorite  here  from 
the  early  days  of  the  Eostonians,  Eugene 
Cowles,  found  himself  not  only  remembered 
but  highly  favored.  His  voice  is  as  resonant 
as  ever,  his  personality  as  pleasing. 

To  De  Wolf  Hopper  as  Ko-Ko  was  given, 
on  his  entrance,  what  reporters  style  an  ova- 
tion, though  it  seems  a  risky  word  for  the- 
atrical uses.  The  applause  continued  for  a 
long  time,  and  it  was  earned  no  less  by  the 
skill  of  the  comedian  in  transforming  himself 
into  a  slender  Lord  High  Executioner  of  no 
more  than  ordinary  stature,  than  by  the  mem- 
ory of  his  many  favor-winning  seasons  here. 
Even  as  Wang,  Mr.  Hopper  has  never  done 
better  or  more  artistic  work  than  he  offers 
in  his  Japanese  role. 

So  far,  this  notice  has  followed  the  order 
of  introduction  of  the  chief  personages  in 
the  opera,  but  now  an  exception  must  be 
made.  It  would  be  unfair  to  George  J.  Mac- 
Fadane  to  delay  the  praise  which  he  earns 
as  the  Mikado,  though  his  first  opportunity 
comes  only  after  the  second  act  is  well  under 
way.  Mr.  MacFarlane  sings  the  rather  trying 
music  of  his  role  with  pleasing  distinction, 
and  realizes  to  the  best  effect  the  cynical 
characteristics  of  Mr.  Gilbert's  fantastic  mon- 
arch. Much  of  his  "business"  is  original  with 
him,  and  it  is  all  in   strict  keeping. 

Kate  Condon  is  a  remarkably  good  Katisha. 
Her  voice  is  equal  to  the  deep  contralto  re- 
quirements, and  she  holds  her  own  in  the 
duets  where  good  singing  can  meet  only  half 
of  the  demands.  In  all  the  Gilbert  and  Sulli- 
van operas  the  leading  contralto  role  is  a 
heavy  and  exacting  one.  There  have  been 
few  exponents  of  their  difficulties  as  able  or 
as  agreeable  as  Miss  Condon. 

As  Yum- Yum,  a  singer  new  to  San  Fran- 
cisco was  introduced,  and  a  comparison  with 
a  long  line  of  comic-opera  prima  donnas  so- 
prano was  inevitable.  Miss  Blanche  Duffield 
bears  all  tests  very  well.  She  is  first  of  all 
a  beauty  in  face  and  figure  ;  second,  a  singer 
with  a  sweet  though  not  a  powerful  voice; 
third,  an  actress  as  yet  not  really  assured  in 
her  methods,  but  intelligent  and  always  pleas- 
ing if  not  inspired.  In  her  solo  in  the  second 
act,  "The  Sun,  Whose  Rays,"  she  offered  the 
true  measure  of  her  ability,  and  was  obliged 
to  give  the  concluding  stanza  and  refrain 
many  times  to  appease  a  melody-hungering  au- 
dience. 

Pitti-Sing,  described  in  the  theatrical  term 
usually  applied  to  masculine  roles,  is  a  "fat" 
part.  It  has  several  very  taking  "bits."  Miss 
Alice  Brady  made  much  if  not  the  most  of 
them.  She  sings  well,  sometimes  at  her  au- 
dience  rather   than   to    it,   she   dances   grace-  | 


fully,  and  she  is  captivating  in  appearance,  if 
not  as  truly  Japanese  in  character  as  might 
be.  Louise  Barthel  as  Peep-Bo  has  little  op- 
portunity for  individual  prominence,  but  does 
that   little  with   excellence. 

A  genuine  comic-opera  lover  could  find 
themes  in  this  presentation  for  columns  of 
rhapsody,  but  there  is  space  here  for  mention 
of  only  the  eminently  superior  details.  The 
stage  management  is  so  nearly  perfect  that 
its  running  smoothness  throughout  is  noted 
only  on  reflection.  It  is  the  ideal  kind,  which 
is  not  obtrusive.  The  orchestra  is  large,  and 
kept  well  in  hand  by  musical  director  Frank 
Paret.  It  would  be  no  compliment  to  say 
that  it  played  the  music,  for  all  orchestras 
know  the  "Mikado"  score. 

For.  four  weeks  this  Festival  Gilbert  and 
Sullivan  Company,  sent  out  by  the  Shuberts 
and  W.  A.  Brady,  will  be  at  the  Cort  The- 
atre, and  in  the  history  of  the  long  and  in- 
teresting career  which  it  is  hoped  lies  before 
that  playhouse,  there  will  be  few  events  of 
greater  interest  or  more  value  to  play-lovers. 
George  L.  Shoals. 


'THE  DRUMS  OF  OUDE." 


Among  theatre-goers  of  the  present  day 
there  is  a  class  that  asserts  a  desire  for  plays 
that  make  them  "think."  Putting  aside  for 
the  moment  any  inclination  to  question  the 
sincerity  of  a  demand  that  seems  just  a  bit 
supererogatory,  one  may  cheerfully  recom- 
mend to  that  class  a  serious  attempt  at  a 
one-act  play  now  to  be  seen  at  the  Orpheum. 
It  is  "The  Drums  of  Oude,"  intended  to  pre- 
sent a  thrilling  incident  in  the  great  Indian 
mutiny,  written  by  Austin  Strong,  and  pre- 
sented by  David  Belasco  with  all  the  avail- 
able resources  of  his  art  as  a  stage  director. 
That  both  author  and  scenic  prestidigitateur 
have  failed,  in  a  measure,  detracts  in  no  wise 
from  the  value  of  their  efforts.  Both  have 
worked  with  imagination  and  skill,  under  the 
best  of  impulses.  Whether  it  is  possible  to 
attain  a  perfect  result  is  one  of  the  problems 
which  those  who  take  plays  and  play-construc- 
tion seriously  may  profitably  consider. 

Mr.  Belasco  has  set  his  stage  with  idealistic 
realism.  The  scene  is  an  upper  room  in  a 
store-house,  beneath  whose  floor  is  concealed 
the  powder  magazine  of  the  British  garrison. 
Through  a  wide  window  at  the  back  is  seen 
a  narrow  outside  balcony,  and,  beyond  and 
below,  the  domes  and  walls  of  the  Indian 
city.  A  sentry  paces  back  and  forth  on  the 
ledge.  Major  McGregor,  attended  by  two  na- 
tive servants,  occupies  the  room,  having  had 
his  effects  moved  thither  with  the  hope  of 
protecting  the  ammunition  store  during  the 
absence  of  the  regiment  in  case  of  a  threat- 
ened uprising.  Sinister  incidents  strengthen 
the  officer's  belief  that  the  mutiny  and  a  mas- 
sacre of  the  white  residents  is  actually  at 
hand.  By  his  orders  the  people  are  warned 
and  brought  to  his  quarters.  One  woman,  for 
years  the  object  of  his  tenderest  regard,  comes 
to  his  room,  almost  hysterical  with  sudden 
fear.  The  major  calms  her,  but  with  the 
progress  of  the  story  is  obliged  to  tell  her 
the  truth  and  explain  his  determination,  should 
the  worst  come,  to  blow  up  the  magazine  un- 
der their  feet.  That  dreaded  worst  seems 
finally  to  be  at  hand  and  he  lights  the  fuse. 
A  moment  later  the  victorious  music  of  the 
returning  regiment  is  heard  under  the  window 
and  the  two  who  have  faced  death  know  they 
are  saved. 

Mr.  Strong  has  written  the  play,  as  has 
been  said,  with  skill  and  imagination.  It  is 
tense  with  interest  throughout,  and  there  is 
seemingly  no  superfluous  sentence.  Even  that 
well-worn  device,  the  writing  of  a  letter  in 
time  to  the  speaking  of  the  words  by  the 
writer  is  fully  justified.  The  thickening  of 
the  danger  about  the  officer's  post  is  made 
thrillingly  real.  Mr.  Belasco's  art  has  made 
every  detail  of  the  stage  picture,  from  the  dim 
interior  to  the  glare-illuminated  distance,  the 
ever  recurring,  bodeful  roll  of  the  native 
drums,  the  rifle  shots  and  the  bugle  notes,  im- 
pressively real.  Yet  the  end  comes  with  a 
seeming  lack  of  that  joyful  relief  which  should 
have  been  awaited  with  oppressive  anxiety. 

Is  it  because  theatre-goers  are  no  longer 
susceptible  to  the  dire  suggestions  of  melo- 
drama? Is  there  something  lacking  in  the 
picture  to  make  the  actuality  of  timely  rescue 
present?  Could  there  be  a  more  impressive 
detail  for  the  finish  than  the  stamping  out  of 
the  fuse  by  the  woman  whose  courage  has 
stood  the  highest  test? 

It  seems,  at  least  to  one  spectator,  that  this 
play  narrowly  misses  being  one  of  the  best 
things  ever  seen  at  the  Orpheum.  It  is  acted 
with  distinct  ability.  E.  J.  Ratcliffe.  as  the 
major,  Eleanor  Scott  L'Estelle  as  Mrs.  Clay- 
ton, Jack  Standing  as  Lieutenant  Hartley,  are 
finished  actors,  and  give  no  opportunity  for 
adverse  criticism. 

As  usual  this  good  bit  of  melodrama  is  only 
one  of  the  many  worthy  numbers  on  the  Or- 
pheum programme.  High  in  the  list,  in  the 
order  of  merit,  is  the  dancing  of  Mile.  Sealby 
and  M.  Duclos.  These  artists  are  more  than 
dancers,  they  are  accomplished  and  forceful 
actors.  Seldom  if  ever  has  such  dancing  been 
seen  on  the  stage.  They  give  the  Apache 
dance  without  the  sensual  suggestiveness  that 
usually  accompanies  it,  but  with  all  the  de- 
generate cruelty  that  belongs  in  the  pictures. 

G.  L.  5. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Hackett  Company  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

The  James  K.  Hackett  season  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre  has  opened  auspiciously  with 
the  production  of  "The  Grain  of  Dust,"  an 
ingenious  dramatization  of  David  Graham 
Phillips's  novel  by  Louis  Evan  Shipman.  Mr. 
Hackett  has  surrounded  himself  with  a  su- 
perb company  and  the  play  does  not  lack  in 
the  smallest  detail  for  proper  presentation. 
As  the  young  lawyer  who  falls  in  love  with 
his  stenographer,  Mr.  Hackett  gives  a  virile 
and  intelligent  interpretation  of  one  of  the 
best  roles  in  which  he  has  ever  appeared 
here.  E.  M.  Holland  shares  the  honors  of 
the  performance  with  the  star,  and  Beatrice 
Beckley,  Olive  Oliver,  Frazer  Coulter,  Frank 
Burbeck,  and  other  players  of  note  are  all 
cast  to  perfection.  There  is  a  smoothness  to 
the  performance  which  gives  tone  to  the  at- 
traction, and  the  two  weeks  of  "The  Grain  of 
Dust"  will  see  the  Columbia  Theatre  crowded 
at  all  performances.  The  second  and  final 
week  of  this  play  begins  Monday.  There  will 
be  a  bargain  matinee  Wednesday. 


Orpheum  Attractions. 

The  very  highest  standard  of  vaudeville  is 
attained  in  the  bill  announced  for  next  week 
at  the  Orpheum.  Marguerite  Haney  will  ap- 
pear in  B.  A.  Rolfe's  tabloid  musical  comedy, 
"The  Leading  Lady."  Miss  Haney  has  only 
just  returned  from  Paris,  where  she  created 
a  decided  hit  in  the  review  at  the  Folies 
Bergere.  She  went  abroad  to  appear  in  the 
London  music  halls  and  was  so  successful 
that  the  Paris  management  secured  her  for 
the  principal  ingenue  roles.  Supporting  Miss 
Haney  and  appearing  as  leading  comedian  is 
Ralph  Lynn,  an  English  actor,  formerly  a 
prominent  member  of  the  London  Gaiety  The- 
atre Company.  "The  Leading  Lady"  exacts 
for  its  presentation  a  company  of  ten  and  a 
special  scenic  equipment.  The  piece  is  full 
of  comedy,  bright  dialogue,  lilting  music,  and 
enjoyable  novelties. 

Mrs.  Louis  James,  widow  of  Louis  James, 
one  of  America's  finest  tragedians,  and  her- 
self an  actress  of  distinction,  will  make  her 
vaudeville  debut  in  this  city  in  a  triangular 
comedy  by  Arthur  Hopkins  entitled  "Holding 
a  Husband,"  in  which  she  will  have  the  sup- 
port of  Laurette  Brown  and  Elwood  Bostock. 
Mrs.  James  for  several  years,  it  will  be  re- 
membered, played  all  the  leading  feminine 
roles  with  Mr.  James,  and  has  the  distinction 
of  being  the  youngest  actress  to  portray  the 
role  of  Queen  Katherine  in  "Henry  VIII." 
She  subsequently  starred  at  the  head  of  her 
own  company  and  scored  a  great  hit  in  the 
name-part  in  Mrs.  Frances  Hodgson  Burnett's 
play,   "Judy  O'Hara." 

The  Empire  Comedy  Four,  which  also 
comes  next  week,  for  the  past  fifteen  years 
has  been  a  delight  to  the  vaudeville  au- 
diences of  this  country  and  England.  Joe 
Jenny  is  the  featured  member  of  the  quartet 
as  an  eccentric  little  German.  All  their 
voices  are  good  and  their  comedy  is  legiti- 
mate and  original. 

Pauline  Moran,  one  of  the  best  singing 
comediennes  in  vaudeville,  will  introduce 
herself.  Attractive  in  appearance,  vivacious 
in  manner,  tastefully  gowned,  and  with  talent 
and  methods  that  are  essentially  her  own, 
she  never  fails  to  win  instantaneous  favor. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Lew  Sully, 
the  Four  Florimonds,  and  Mile.  Sealby  and 
M.  Duclos.  It  will  also  conclude  the  engage- 
ment of  David  Belasco's  absolutely  perfect 
production  of  "The  Drums  of  Oude,"  which 
is  proving  a  thriller. 


Vandeville  st  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

Mirth,  melody,  and  good  entertainment  are 
at  the  Pantages  Theatre  this  week,  crowded 
houses  being  in  continual  evidence.  The  pro- 
gramme includes  such  novelties  as  the  seven 
"Aviator  Girls,"  with  Carlie  Lowe,  in  their 
four-scene  musical  extravaganza  ;  Max  Witt's 
Four  Harmonious  Girls,  who  sing,  dance,  and 
play  a  bit;  Estelle  Allison  and  her  support  in 
her  own  musical  playlet,  "The  Question" ; 
William  Morrow,  Donna  Harries,  and  their 
midget  "Cupid,"  presenting  an  original  con- 
ceit, "Happy's  Millions" ;  Si  Jenks,  the  Yan- 
kee humorist  and  philosopher,  and  other 
clever  entertainers. 

An  unusually  bright  array  of  attractions 
has  been  secured  for  the  week  commencing 
Sunday  afternoon,  Fred  Ireland  and  his  danc- 
ing Casino  girls  heading  the  bill.  Ireland, 
who  is  weil  known  in  musical  comedy  circles, 
brings  a  clever  little  company,  including  Nema 
Catto  and  P.  W.  Miles,  and  will  present  a 
miniature  musical  comedy,  entitled  "High 
Lights  of  Dear  Old  Eroadway,"  in  which  they 
sing  six  songs  with  a  complete  change  of  cos- 
tume for  every  number.  Wood's  Animal 
Actors,  comprising  several  dogs  that  do  al- 
most everything  but  talk  and  four  monkeys 
that  play  "The  Swanee  River"  on  chimes,  will 
enliven  proceedings.  El  Barto,  styled  the 
"conversational  trickster,"  will  deliver  an 
original  monologue  as  he  mystifies  his  au- 
dience with  extraordinary  feats  of  prestidigi- 
tation. A  special  engagement  of  interest  to 
local  lovers  of  manly  sport  is  that  of  Willie 
Ritchie,  the  popular  lightweight.  He  will 
offer  a  little  skit,  "Fun  in  a  Gymnasium,"  in 
which  he  will  punch  the  bag,  skip  the  rope, 


and  do  all  sorts  of  training  in  addi- 
tion to  sparring  three  rounds  -  ;is  boxing 
partner.  The  Four  Flying  .  aerial 
athletes,  will  furnish  a  startlin-  exhibition, 
and  Ed  Dale  and  Edith  Pfeil,  comedy  singers 
and  talkers,  will  offer  snappy  songs  and  small 
talk.  Howsley  and  Nichols,  novelty  mu- 
sicians who  play  well  upon  a  variety  of  in- 
struments, and  Sunlight  pictures,  showing 
many  surprises,  will  complete  a  varied  pro- 
gramme.                         

The  third  week  of  the  James  K.  Hackett 
season  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  will  be  de- 
voted to  the  first  presentation  on  any  stage 
of  a  new  play  from  the  pen  of  the  author- 
actor,  Brandon  Tynan.  It  is  called  "The 
Melody  of  Youth ,"  and  its  scenes  are 
laid  in  Dublin  and  the  Wicklow  Mountains. 
It  is  a  play  of  the  'thirties,  and  will  be  given 
a  very  elaborate  staging  by  Mr.  Hackett  Mr. 
Tynan  will  play  one  of  the  leading  roles. 
Mrs.  Whiff  en  and  other  noted  players  will 
appear  in  the  cast. 


One  of  the  most  delightful  plays  staged  in 
the  last  twenty  years  is  Louis  N.  Parker's 
"Pomander  Walk,"  which  will  be  played  here 
by  the  original  English  cast  brought  to  this 
side  of  the  Atlantic  by  Liebler  &  Co. 


James  K.  Hackett  has  in  preparation  a  new 
play  by  Booth  Tarkington,  and  a  sequel  to 
"The  Squaw  Man,"  by  Edwin  Milton  Royle. 


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July  27,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


of  our  newspapers  nowadays  devote 
a  regular  column  to  the  feminine  world. 
They  head  it  "What  Women  Are  Doing,"  and 
we  always  read  it  conscientiously  in  the  hope 
that  we  may  discover  what  women  really  are 
doing.  We  have  long  been  in  doubt  upon  that 
point  and  we  are  still  in  hopes  of  a  ray  of 
illumination.  Let  us  admit  that  we  have 
learned  a  great  deal,  but  we  are  still  under 
the  impression  that  these  delightful  columns 
do   not  reveal    everything. 

But  what  a  busy  hive  it  is.  As  we  listen 
to  the  humming  and  the  buzzing  we  have  an 
uneasy  conviction  that  one  day  we  shall  be 
forced  to  be  good  and  that  we  can  not  for- 
ever evade  the  vigilance  of  the  all-seeing 
feminine  eye.  There  will  be  a  law  passed 
against  us  before  we  know  where  we  are,  and 
our  morals  will  be  corrected  by  unkissable 
feminine  policemen,  who  will  send  us  all  home 
at  nine  o'clock  and  see  that  we  are  comfort- 
ably tucked  in  our  virtuous  little  beds.  Per- 
haps it  would  be  well  to  practice  some  of 
the  simpler  forms  of  morality  so  as  to  lubri- 
cate the  transition  period  from  our  present 
state  of  depravity. 

But  sometimes  these  "What  Women  Are 
Doing"  columns  verge  upon,  the  irreverent. 
Sometimes  an  abominable  reporter  who  does 
not  love  God  proceeds  to  tell  us  what  women 
actually  are  doing  instead  of  what  they  say 
they  are  doing,  and  there  is  a  difference.  It's 
a  shame  that  these  reporters  should  be  al- 
lowed to  live,  but  Mrs.  Belmont  and  Dr.  Shaw 
are  busy  women.     They  can't  do  everything. 

Take,  for  example,  that  scurrilous  column 
that  unaccountably  crept  into  a  recent  issue 
of  the  New  York  Evening  Post.  It  tells  us 
all  about  the  "Second-Hand  Ladies'  Evening 
Gowns  a  Specialty"  store  on  Sixth  Avenue, 
and  about  Madame  the  Proprietor  whom  her 
maid  calls  "Mizziz,"  and  whose  white  hair 
was  due  to  measles  at  ten.  Madame  will  tell 
you  all  about  it  without  even  the  formality  of 
an  invitation.     Madame,  also,  is  a  woman. 

But  it  is  the  maid  with  whom  we  are  most 
concerned.  She  seems  a  talkative  young 
woman,  brimming  over  with  confidences,  per- 
spiring information,  redolent  with  revelations. 
She  knows  the  world  of  fashion  and  of  wealth, 
none  better,  and  we  give  her  the  attention 
due  to  the  expert.     Here  she  is  at  her  best: 

And  take  it  from  me,  marryin'  the  long  green 
and  havin'  it  in  your  own  pocket  aint  one  and 
the  same  thing,  by  no  means,  no.  Let  me  lead 
you  to  something.  There's  more  women  on  Fift* 
Avynoo  that  aint  got  car  fare  irvtheir  purses  than 
there  is  on  Sixt' — I  tell  you  this  in  confidence. 
My  customers,  them  as  comes  in  here  to  buy, 
are  always  astin'  me  why  on  earth  rich  women 
bother  to  sell  their  cast-asides.  They  bother  be- 
cause they  gotta  have  the  money,  that's  why  they 
bother.  Fift'  Avynoo  husbands  shell  out  houses 
and  motor-cars  and  diamonds,  but  they  won't  shell 
out  coin.  Aint  that  queer?  Their  wives  can 
go  anywhere  in  the  burg  and  charge  anything  they 
want,  but  they  gotta  quit  shoppin'  and  automobile 
home  for  lunch  because  they  aint  got  the 
ready  for  a  cup  of  tea  and  a  wafer  with  a  hole 
through  the  middle.  Sell  their  cast-asides?  Why, 
they  go  to  the  department  stores  and  order  things, 
from  twenty-button  length  kid  gloves  to  sweep- 
length  silk  dresses,  and  have  'em  put  on  the  bill 
and  telephone  for  us  to  come  take  'em  at  a  dis- 
count. And  when  I  get  there  the  things  aint  ever 
been  taken  out  of  their  store  wrappers!  You 
gather    me? 

Now  wouldn't  that  jar  you?  We  read  a 
novel  recently  about  an  enormously  rich  man 
who  gave  his  wife  all  the  earth  and  the  full- 
ness thereof  except  the  money.  Not  a  cent 
of  that.  She  could  have  bought  the  Bon 
Marche  in  Paris  and  had  it  charged,  but  not 
a  cup  of  tea  for  cash.  We  refused  to  believe 
that  story  at  the  time,  but  we  do  now.  The. 
gushing  and  slangful  flow  of  confidence  from 
that  maid  at  the  emporium  of  Mizziz  has 
convinced  us.  You  gather  me?  Here  is  an- 
other aspect : 

You  seen  that  woman  that  went  out  last?  Well, 
her  husband's  a  hotel  manager;  he  wants  her  to 
dress  right  up  to  the  top  of  the  procession,  and 
she's  more  than  willin*.  Only  trouble  is  the  money 
part.      So   she  just   regularly  wears  the  clothes   of 

Mrs.  .     Sure  thing.     Tliey's  of  a  size.     One 

sells,  the  other  buys.  The  day  Mizziz  gets  word 
from  the  one  to  come  over  to  Fift'  Avynoo,  that 
day  I  write  to  the  other  to  come  over  to  Sixt'. 
Sometimes  I  try  to  imagine  what  would  happen 
if  they'd  ever  meet.  But  they  never  will.  Not 
face  to  face,  anyhow.     Their  sets  are  different. 

Of  course  this  whole  story  may  be  an  in- 
vention. It  seems  hardly  likely  that  the  great 
and  good  women  who  are  saving  the  world  un- 
der our  very  eyes  would  be  so  guileful.  But 
then,  who  knows  ?  Women  have  been  ground 
down  under  the  iron  heel  of  oppression  for 
so  long  that  they  have  been  compelled  into 
strategy.  We  remember  that  this  was  once 
explained  to  us  at  considerable  length  by  a 
woman  who  wanted  us  to  devote  sixteen  pages 
of  the  Argonaut  to  a  little  presentation  of  the 
case  and  whose  eventual  attitude  may  best  be 
described  as  withering.  It  made  a  deep  im- 
pression upon  us  at  the  time. 


If  any  one  wishes,  or  is  willing,  to  marry 
an  Austrian  archduchess  let  him  say  so  now 
or  forever  hold  his  peace.  There  has  been 
an  over-production  of  archduchesses.  The 
market  is  glutted,  and  unless  the  situation  is 
relieved  quick'  ■  some  of  them  will  be  driven 
regretfully   and   reluctantly   into   race   suicide, 


which  Heaven  forbid.  Never  let  it  be  said 
that  the  manhood  of  our  race  stood  idly  by 
while  archduchesses  were  forced  into  a  role 
for  which  they  are  so  ill-equipped. 

The  trouble  is  this :  An  archduchess  must 
not  marry  a  mere  man.  He  must  be  an 
archduke  or  something  approximating  thereto. 
Now  archdukes  are  scarce  or  else  are  un- 
willing to  marry  archduchesses  so  long  as  the 
chorus  is  able  to  provide  so  many  counter 
attractions  and  of  so  alluring  a  type.  Small 
blame  to  the  archdukes.  We  knew  a  chorus 
girl  once — but  no.  This  is  not  the  place  for 
autobiographical  material.  Let  it  wait  for  the 
regular  memoir. 

Now  Americans  might  stand  a  chance  where 
the  mere  Austrians  would  have  none.  The 
American  suitor  might  safely  claim  to  be  an 
archduke,  because  where  there  are  no  ranks 
there  are  all  ranks.  He  would  arrive  in  the 
nick  of  time,  for  it  is  only  the  emperor's 
stern  decree  that  prevents  these  arch- 
duchesses from  defying  precedent  and  marry- 
ing the  common  or  garden  man.  Some  of 
them  have  been  doing  it  already  and  proving 
how  entirely  unsuited  they  are  to  race  suicide. 
For  example,  take  this  pitiful  story  from  the 
pages  of  an  Eastern  contemporary  famous  for 
its  staunch   and   democratic   simplicity: 

The  question  came  to  a  head  when  Archduchess 
Elizabeth  Franziska  was  affianced  to  Count  von 
Waldburg-Zeil,  her  brother's  aristocratic  but  non- 
royal  tutor.  Coming  on  top  of  Archduchess 
Stephanie's  marriage  with  plebeian  Count  Lonyay 
de  Nagy-Lonyay  and  of  her  daughter  Archduchess 
Elizabeth's  marriage  to  mere  Prince  Othen  Windis- 
graetz,  the  Waldburg-Zeil  marriage  has  shaken  the 
old  belief  that  the  Hapsburgs  are  not  mortals. 
And  now  Archduke  Franz  Salvator,  Archduke 
Raincr,  and  several  other  members  of  the  family 
have  taken  the  matter  in  hand  and  are  trying  to 
devise  means  for  reconciling  Hapsburg's  pride 
with   Hapsburg's  need    for  husbands. 

The  only  trouble  is  a  doubt  whether  we 
could  say  these  words.  In  using  the  pro- 
noun we  are  of  course  speaking  impersonally, 
without  prejudice,  journalistically,  and  pro 
bono  publico.  We  ourselves  are  already  hap- 
pily united  to  an  archduchess  from  the  neigh- 
borhood of  Petaluma,  where  the  chickens 
come  from.  We  are  not  in  the  market,  de- 
vastating and  desolating  though  that  informa- 
tion may  be. 

Three  cheers  for  Gertrude  Atherton.  When 
a  Chicago  reporter  asked  her,  "Is  it  true  that 
you  smoked  a  cigarette  last  Monday  night  at 
the  South  Shore  Country  Club  ?"  she  an- 
swered:  "A  cigarette?  Bless  me,  I  suppose 
I  smoked  several.  I  always  smoke  after  my 
meals.  I  do  it  because  I  like  it,  but  I  really 
would  do  it  anyway,  just  to  show  people  that 
I  don't  care  for  their  foolish  sentiment  and 
prejudice." 

Now  the  reporter  who  asked  that  question 
ought  to  have  been  kicked  in  the  slats  or 
swatted  in  the  map  or  whatever  it  is  that  they 
do  to  cheeky  people  in  Chicago.  And  Mrs. 
Atherton  answered  him  properly.  No  doubt 
the  jungle  folk  who  pester  women  for  smok- 
ing a  cigarette  just  as  their  arboreal  ancestors 
pestered  the  women  of  their  day  for  drinking 
a  cup  of  tea  imagine  that  they  are  upholding 
the  purity  of  life  and  the  standards  of  the 
family.  It  is  strange  what  some  people  do 
imagine.  Actually  they  are  proving  their  own 
lack  of  civilization,  their  own  essential  bar- 
barism. Ladies  who  are  annoyed  by  bandar 
log  of  this  kind  might  suitably  reply  in  the 
words  of  Kipling:  "Brother,  your  tail  hangs 
down  behind." 


Since  it  is  now  so  fashionable  to  draw 
comparisons  between  the  present  day  and  the 
dawn  of  the  French  Revolution  let  us  remind 
ourselves  of  Mercier's  picture  of  Paris  just 
before  the  great  outbreak.  He  says :  "In 
Paris  the  people  are  weak,  pallid,  stunted,  a 
class  apart  from  other  classes  in  the  state. 
The  rich  and  the  great  who  possess  equipages 
enjoy  the  privilege  of  crushing  them  or  of 
mutilating  them  in  the  streets.  .  .  .  Hun- 
dreds of  victims  die  annually  under  the  car- 
riage wheels."  Another  observer,  Arthur 
Young,  is  quoted  by  the  London  Chronicle  as 
saying,  "I  saw  a  poor  child  run  over  and 
probably  killed  and  have  myself  many  times 
been  blackened  with  mud.  ...  If  young 
noblemen  in  London  were  to  drive  their 
chaises  in  the  streets  as  their  brethren  do 
at  Paris  they  would  speedily  and  justly  get 
very  well  thrashed  or  rolled  in  the  kennel." 
These  parallels  are  referred  respectfully  to 
Mrs.  Stuyvesant  Fish,  Senator  Bailey,  and 
the  other  great  and  good  people  who  already 
hear  the  sound  of  the  tumbrils  in  the  streets 
and  feel  their  heads  loosening  upon  their 
shoulders.  But  if  Mr.  Arthur  Young  were 
alive  now  we  should  draw  his  attention  to  the 
recent  outcry  of  London  citizens,  who  say  that 
the  streets  are  filled  with  automobile  jugger- 
nauts who  regard  their  chauffeur  licenses  as 
official  permits  to  maim  and  kill  his  majesty's 
loyal   subjects. 

The  tomb  of  Heinrich  Heine  in  the  Mont- 
martre  Cemetery  (says  the  London  Daily 
Nczvs)  is  now  being  put  to  a  use  which 
surely  the  great  poet,  lover,  and  writer  of  so 
many  plaintive  love  poems  that  he  was  would 
not  grudge  it.  If  you  take  a  walk  in  the 
cemetery  in  the  neighborhood  of  the  German 
poet's  grave  you  may  chance  to  see  a  young 
man  approach  the  tomb,  take  from'  his  breast 


pocket  a  letter  and  place  it  reverently  in 
some  receptacle  in  the  stone.  If  you  wait 
until  be  has  left  the  spot  and  then  examine 
the  grave  you  will  be  surprised  to  find  at  the 
base  of  the  tombstone  a  small  iron  box  con- 
taining a  number  of  such  letters.  You  will 
be  sorely  tempted  to  see  what  they  contain, 
but  you  will  respect  the  sanctity  of  the  letter 
box  and  resist  the  temptation.  You  will 
make  innumerable  conjectures  as  to  the  mean- 
ing of  this  correspondence.  Do  the  young 
poets  of  Montmartre  do  homage  to  Heinrich 
Heine  by  offering  him  thus  their  own  com- 
positions? you  will  ask  yourself.  While  you 
are  occupied  in  trying  to  solve  the  puzzle 
perhaps  another  young  man  will  appear.  He 
will  bend  down  and  take  a  letter  from  the 
box — not  the  same  letter,  a  delicate  pink  en- 
velope, scented  perhaps — and  unconscious  of 
your  presence  he  will  raise  it  to  his  lips. 
The  mystery  is  explained.  Heinrich  Heine's 
tomb  is  a  secret  poste  rcstante,  an  absolute 
necessity  for  the  youth  of  Paris  in  these 
days  when  the  authorities  talk  of  forbidding 
minors  to  receive  poste  rcstante  letters  in  the 
postofnees  unless  they  are  opened  before  the 
eyes  of  parents  or  guardians. 


Mr.  Bryan  met  a  sort  of  Waterloo  at  the 
Baltimore  convention.  In  point  of  fact  he  was 
eclipsed,  and  for  the  first  time  in  his  life.  The 
seat  immediately  in  front  of  him  was  occupied 
by  Miss  Ruth  Tucker  of  Arkansas,  an  aston- 
ishingly pretty  girl  and  with  an  astonishingly 
large  hat  of  the  cartwheel  variety.  And  it 
never  occurred  to  Miss  Tucker  that  the  ex- 
pectant gaze  of  the  convention  had  not  been 
attracted  by  her  own  pretty  self.  For  minutes 
after  the  convention  opened,  says  the  Sun  re- 
port, the  delegates  stared  straight  toward  that 
hat  with  the  hope  that  the  Bryan  face  would 
appear  from  behind  either  the  eastern  or  west- 
ern edge  of  the  eclipse.  And  Miss  Tucker, 
although  believing  herself  to  be  the  cynosure 
of  all  eyes,  bore  herself  with  a  modest  uncon- 
sciousness that  was  a  credit  to  Arkansas. 


Punch,  it  is  said,  came  from  the  East  In- 
dies, and  the  name  is  claimed  to  be  derived 
from  the  Sanskrit  "panscha"  (five)  on  ac- 
count of  its  five  ingredients — arrak  (after- 
wards rum),  tea,  sugar,  lemon,  and  hot  water. 
The  most  magnificent  bowl  of  punch  the 
world  has  ever  seen  was  probably  that  pro- 
vided by  the  Right  Honorable  Edward  Russell, 


who,  when  commanding  his  majesty's  forces  in 
the  Mediterranean  in  1694,  entertained  6000 
guests  at  Alicante,  where  a  large  marble  foun- 
tain was  filled  with  the  liquor,  the  ingredients 
being:  Four  hogsheads  of  brandy,  a  pipe  of 
Malaga  wine,  2500  lemons,  20  gallons  of  lime 
juice,  8  hogsheads  of  water,  5  pounds  of 
grated  nutmegs  in  weight,  300  toasted  bis- 
cuits, and  1 3  hundredweight  of  fine  white 
sugar. 


For  many  years  the  term  "solid  gold"  has 
been  a  commercial  misnomer.  Some  of  the 
ancient  Roman  jewelry  and  some  of  that  of 
the  Renaissance  period  was,  indeed,  made  of 
pure  gold,  worked  up  by  hand  with  the  crudest 
of  tools,  but  since  the  old  day  there  has  been 
a  constantly  increasing  employment  of  alloys, 
for  the  reason  that  jewelers  found  that  the 
harder  the  gold  was  rendered  by  good  alloys 
the  greater  its  wearing  qualities  and  the  more 
secure,  therefore,  was  the  setting  of  the  gems 
it   contained. 


"Is  he  a  good  poker  player?"  "Great ! 
That's  why  his  daughters  are  all  working." — 
Detroit  Free  Press. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


61 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


A  bishop  in  the  Church  of  England  had  in 
his  family  a  domestic — a  woman — a  strict 
Roman  Catholic,  who  was  always  talking 
about  the  impossibility  of  heretics  getting  to 
heaven.  "Why,"  said  the  minister,  "do  you 
think,  Mary,  that  I  will  not  get  to  heaven?" 
"Well,"  said  she,  "if  you  do,  it  will  be  on 
account  of  your  inconsavable  ignorance." 


sweet  about  it  besides.  He  thought  he  was 
coming  along  splendidly.  She  started  to  get 
off  the  train  before  he  expected  her  to  leave, 
but  he  carried  her  luggage  to  the  platform 
for  her.  Then  she  turned  and  handed  him  a 
penny  with  a  sweet  smile  and  the  remark : 
"I  think  it  is  so  nice  of  the  railway  company 
to  furnish  an  assistant  porter." 


The  colonel's  new  party  proclamations  and 
himself  remind  Editor  Reedy  of  the  St.  Louis 
Mirror  of  a  story:  A  newly  married  woman 
made  a  pie  for  dinner.  "I  am  afraid,"  the 
bride  said,  "that  I  left  something  out,  and 
that  it's  not  very  good."  The  husband  tried 
it,  and  said :  "There  is  nothing  you  could 
leave  out  that  would  make  a  pie  taste  like 
that ;  it's   something  you've  put  in." 


Doris  was  radiant  over  a  recent  addition 
to  the  family,  and  rushed  out  of  the  house 
to  tell  the  news  to  a  passing  neighbor.  "Oh, 
you  don't  know  what  we've  got  upstairs!" 
"What  is  it  ?"  "It's  a  new  baby  brother !" 
and  she  settled  back  upon  her  heels  and 
folded  her  hands  to  watch  the  effect.  "You 
don't  say  so !  Is  he  going  to  stay?"  "I 
guess  so" — very  thoughtfully.  "He's  got  his 
things  off." 

A  near  race  riot  happened  in  a  Southern 
town.  The  negroes  gathered  in  one  crowd 
and  the  whites  in  another.  The  whites  fired 
their  revolvers  into  the  air,  and  the  negroes 
took  to  their  heels.  Next  day  a  plantation 
owner  said  to  one  of  his  men:  "Sam,  were 
you  in  that  crowd  that  gathered  last  night?" 
"Yassir."  "Did  you  run  like  the  wind,  Sam?" 
"No,  sir.  I  didn't  run  like  the  wind,  'deed 
I  didn't.  But  I  passed  two  niggers  that  was 
running  like  the  wind." 


The  law  of  the  land  had  spoken,  and  the 
verdict  was  $5000  damages.  "Five  thousand 
dollars  !"  muttered  the  senior  partner  in  the 
legal  firm  who  had  managed  the  plaintiff's 
case.  "Not  so  bad."  "I  think  it  pretty  good  !" 
said  the  junior  partner.  "How  much  shall  we 
give  our  client?"  "H'm !  Say  $300,"  said 
the  senior  thoughtfully.  "No  ;  stop  a  minute  I" 
"Well?"  "We  mustn't  be  too  hasty,"  said  the 
successful  lawyer  slowly.  "Perhaps  you'd 
better  write  and  promise  to  pay  him  the  three 
hundred." 


A  woman  in  one  of  the  wards  in  the  Rhode 
Island  hospital  was  informed  she  had  ap- 
pendicitis and  would  have  to  be  operated  on 
at  once.  Much  frightened,  she  reluctantly 
consented  and  was  conveyed  to  the  operating 
room.  One  of  the  doctors  had  commenced 
to  administer  the  ether  and  her  eyes  were 
closing  languidly,  when  he  discovered  he  had 
forgotten  to  inquire  if  she  had  false  teeth. 
He  quickly  removed  the  rubber  cap,  and  shak- 
ing her  slightly,  he  said:  "Have  you  any- 
thing loose  in  your  mouth  ?"  Then,  as  he 
made  a  move  to  put  his  hand  in  her  mouth, 
she  opened  her  eyes  wildly  and  exclaimed: 
"Nothing  but  my  tongue,  doctor,  and,  for 
God's  sake,  don't  cut  that  out,  too !" 


General  Sheridan  was  once  halted  by  G.  M. 
Woodward  of  Wisconsin  when  the  latter  was 
a  "high  private"  in  the  army  of  the  Potomac 
and  on  picket  duty.  A  man  on  horseback 
came  along,  and  he  greeted  him  with  the 
proper  salutation :  "Who  goes  there?"  "A 
friend,"  was  the  reply.  "Advance,  friend, 
and  give  the  countersign  !"  said  the  young  pri- 
vate. "I  am  General  Sheridan,"  said  the 
horseman.  Woodward  gave  him  to  under- 
stand that  he  didn't  care  if  he  was  General 
Sheridan ;  that  he  wanted  the  countersign, 
and  he  brought  his  bayonet  into  close  prox- 
imity to  the  general's  person  and  demanded 
the  proper  answer.  Sheridan  smiled,  gave  it 
to  him,  and,  as  he  rode  away,  turned  to  re- 
mark: "Young  man,  there's  a  regiment  of 
infantry  coming  just  behind  me.  Don't  mo- 
lest 'em." 


He  was  a  simon  pure,  edition  de  luxe  lady- 
killer.  The  girl  in  the  seat  opposite  him  was 
easy  to  look  at.  Further,  she  looked  demure 
and  shy  and  impressionable.  It  wasn't  long 
before  he  had  things  going  right — he  thought. 
He  had  raised  the  window  for  her  and  re- 
adjusted the  blind;  he  had  fished  her  bag  from 
under  the  seat,  where  the  porter  had  shoved 
it ;  he  had  placed  her  pillow  in  a  better  po- 
sition for  her ;  he  had  handed  her  a  magazine ; 
he  had  looked  after  her  comfort  in  every 
way  he  possibly  could,  and  she  had  been  very 


A  Southern  sewing  machine  agent  drifted 
into  the  Seminole  dominion  one  day  and  set 
up  a  machine  in  Tiger  Tail's  tent.  The  old 
chief  with  great  deliberation  watched  him  put 
it  through  its  paces.  He  then  arose,  brushed 
the  agent  to  one  side,  and,  seating  himself, 
adjusted  his  feet  in  the  treadle.  He  started 
the  wheel  and  found  that  he  could  make  it 
go.  He  sewed  up  one  piece  of  cloth  and 
down  another,  and  then  gravely  and  critically 
examined  his  work.  At  last  he  appeared  to 
be  satisfied  that  it  was  all  right.  He  then 
turned  quietly  to  his  wives,  who  had  watched 
the  proceedings  with  interest,  and  kicked 
them,  one  after  another,  out  of  his  tent. 


At  Dussaux's  restaurant,  in  the  Grand  Mor- 
skoi  at  St.  Petersburg,  six  officers  of  the 
Imperial  Horse  Guards  sat  drinking  cham- 
pagne. Not  far  from  them  sat  an  insignifi- 
cant little  man  with  a  shabby  coat  and  an  un- 
kempt beard,  and  a  glass  of  liquor  in  front 
of  him.  It  was  not  long  before  he  became 
aware  that  he  was  being  ridiculed  by  the 
officers  aforesaid.  By  and  by,  as  they  became 
more  and  more  offensive  in  their  remarks  on 
his  personal  appearance,  etc.,  he  called  for 
the  waiter,  and  said:  "Bring  me  six  bottles 
of  your  best  champagne."  The  waiter  hesi- 
tated. "Did  you  not  hear  what  I  said?"  asked 
the  little  man.  The  waiter  brought  the  wine 
and  six  glasses.  "Take  these  glasses  away 
and  fetch  a  basin — one  as  large  as  you  can 
find."  The  waiter  again  hesitated,  but  obeyed 
instantly  at  the  peremptory  repetition  of  the 
order.  "A  piece  of  soap,"  was  the  next  or- 
der. It  was  brought.  "A  towel."  The  waiter 
handed  him  one.  "Now  open  the  bottles." 
The  waiter  did  so.  The  little  man  now  filled 
the  basin  with  the  contents  of  the  six  bottles, 
rolled  up  his  sleeves,  washed  himself  in  the 
costly  fluid,  wiped  his  hands,  laid  a  hundred- 
rouble  note  on  the  table,  and,  casting  a  look 
of  withering  contempt  on  the  officers,  strutted 
out  of  the  room. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


A  Delectable  Mess. 

There  was  an  old  man  of  Sheerness, 

Who  invited  a  friend  to  play  chess; 

But  he'd  lent  all  the  pieces 

To   one  of  his  nieces, 

And  stupidly  lost  her  address. 

— Chicago    Tribune. 


Out  and  In. 
"I'm  out   for    a   ride,"   the  motorist   cried 

As  he  hurried  away  in  glee; 
Ten  miles  from  town  his  car  broke  down 
And  "I'm  in  for  a  walk,"   sighed  he. 

— Cyclists'    Calendar. 


Advice  and  How  to  Use  It. 
"Don't  eat  that  stuff,"  the  doctor  said, 
"Or  you  will  soon  be  with  the  dead." 
But  when  the  doctor  had  his  say 
The  patient  ate  it  anyway — 
And    he's    living    yet. 

"Don't  buy  that  run-down  business,  friend, 
Or  your  career  will  shortly  end." 
Thus  spoke  the  man  who'd   have  his  say; 
The  geezer  went  his   headstrong  way — 
And  now   he's   rich. 

"You  can't  raise  hay  on  such  poor  land; 
You'll  starve  before  you  get  a  stand," 
Observed    the  neighbor   on    the   right; 
The    farmer  planted  day  and   night — 
He's  a  hay  king  now. 

"There's  not  one  chance  in  ninety-nine 
For  you   to    strike    a    copper   mine," 
Said  the  bent  old  man  to  the  fresh  young  guy. 
But  the  tenderfoot  said  he'd  have  a  try — 
Now  he  owns  the  state. 

"They  can't  put  you    in   jail    for   that," 
Exclaimed  the  lawyer,  sleek  and   fat; 
The  man    in    prison   groaned   a   groan, 
And   the  lawyer  man  left  him  alone — 
But  he  stayed  in  jail. 

— Oregon  Journal. 


Simple  Life. 
"Yes,    'love   in  a  cottage'    will  suit  me    real    well," 
Said    she,    "if   the    cottage   in    which    I'm    to    dwell 
Is     the     ten-rooms-and-bath     kind     they     nowadays 

build— 
And  is  set  in   a  garden  all  splendidly  filled 
With  beauty  to  brighten  our  'love's  young  dream,* — 
And    electrically    lighted    and    heated    by    steam." 
— The  House  Beautiful. 


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^  Court,  it  has  been  decided  by  the  Monks  hereafter  to  bottle 

j  CHARTREUSE 

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*  both  being  identically  the  same  article,  under  a  combi- 
3j  nation  label  representing  the  old  and  the  new  labels, 
%  and  in  the  old  style  of  bottle  bearing  the  Monks'  fa- 
r#  miliar  insignia,  as  shown  in  this  advertisement. 

J  According    to    the    decision    of    the    U.    S.    Supreme 

5  Court,   handed   down  by  Mr.   Justice   Hughes   on    May 

*  29th,  1911,  no  one  but  the  Carthusian  Monks  (Peres 
£  Chartreux)   is  entitled  to  use  the  word  CHARTREUSE 

*  as  the  name  or  designation  of  a  Liqueur,  so  their  vic- 
3j  tory  in  the  suit  against  the  Cusenier  Company,  repre- 
sjf  senting  M.  Henri  Lecouturier,  the  Liquidator  appointed 
j*  by  the  French  Courts,  and  his  successors,  the  Compagnie 
3,  Fermiere  de  la  Grande  Chartreuse,  is  complete. 

-*  The  Carthusian   Monks    (Peres  Chartreux),   and  they 

*  alone,  have  the  formula  or  recipe  of  the  secret  process 

S  employed  in  the  manufacture  of  the  genuine  Chartreuse, 
and   have   never  parted  with   it.      There   is  no   genuine 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle   of  the    social    happenings    dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San   Francisco   will  be   found   in 
the  following  department : 

Mr;.  Victor  H.  Metcalf  has  announced  the  en- 
gagement of  her  sister,  Miss  Viva  Nicholson,  to 
Mr.  Leon  Clark  of  Oakland.  Miss  Nicholson  is 
the  daughter  of  Mrs.  J.  H.  Nicholson,  who  is  at 
present  visiting  her  son,  Paymaster  Rich  worth 
Nicholson,  L\  S.  N.,  in  the  northern  part  of  the 
state.  The  wedding  will  take  place  in  September 
in   Oakland. 

The  engagement  of  Miss  Bird  Chanslor  and  Mr. 
William  Kirk  Reese,  Jr.,  was  announced  at  a 
luncheon  given  in  Pasadena  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam H.  Kobbe.  Miss  Chanslor  is  the  daughter 
of  the  late  Mr.  John  Chanslor  and  a  sister  of 
Mrs.  Joseph  A.  Chanslor.  Mr.  Reese  is  a  son 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  K.  Reese,  formerly  of  Wash- 
ington,  D.   C. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Olga  Jungbluth  and  Mr. 
Harold  Irwin  Broughton  took  place  Monday  even- 
ing at  six  o'clock  at  the  home  on  Steiner  Street 
of  the  bride's  grandparents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nicho- 
las Ohlandt.  Only  relatives  and  intimate  friends 
were  present  at  the  ceremony  and  wedding  supper. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Broughton  will  reside  in  Modesto 
in  a  home  given  by  the  groom's  parents,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    James    Irwin    Broughton. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Grace  Whittle  of  Mill  Val- 
ley and  Mr.  Leslie  Symmes  of  Berkeley  will 
take  place  at  noon,  August  14,  at  the  home  in 
Mill  Valley  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  M.  Whittle. 
Miss  Elizabeth  Whittle  will  be  her  sister's  only 
attendant.  Mr.  Symmes  will  take  his  bride  to 
Europe  for  a  few  months*  visit  after  which  they 
will  reside  indefinitely  in  Montevideo,  South 
America. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Cereta  Taylor  and  Mr. 
George  Smith  will  take  place  September  6  in 
Grace    Pro- Cathedral    Church. 

Invitations  have  been  issued  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
James  Potter  Langhorne  to  the  wedding  of  their 
daughter,  Miss  Julia  Hayne  Langhorne,  and  Lieu- 
tenant James  Parker,  Jr.,  U.  S.  N.,  on  Wednes- 
day evening,  August  14,  at  nine  o'clock,  St. 
Luke's  Church.  The  bridal  party  will  be  enter- 
tained at  a  reception  which  will  follow  the  cere- 
mony. 

Miss  Thelma  Parker  and  Mr.  Henry"  Gaillard 
Smart  were  married  yesterday  in  Honolulu.  Miss 
Parker  was  attended  by  Miss  Harriet  Bradford. 
The  bride  is  the  daughter  of  Mrs.  Frederick 
Knight  of  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  gave  a  dance 
Tuesday  evening,  July  16,  at  the  home  in  Bur- 
Hngame  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  T.  Scott.  The 
guests  included  the  bridal  party  at  the  Crocker- 
Whitman  wedding.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Temple- 
ton   Crocker  gave  a  dinner  preceding  the  dance. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Eishop  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Dawson  Blackburn  of  Cincin- 
nati. 

Captain  Martin  Crimmins,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Crimmins  entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a 
dinner  in  their  home  at  the  Presidio,  compli- 
mentary to  Mrs.  Blackburn,  who  is  their  house 
guest. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  at  a  series  of 
dinners  last  week  at  her  home  on  Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  K.  Mcintosh  gave  an  in- 
formal dance  Saturday  evening  at  the  Menlo  Golf 
and  Country  Club.  The  affair  was  in  honor  of 
the  Misses  Genevieve  and  Evelyn  Cunningham. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  McComas  entertained  a 
large  number  of  friends  Saturday  evening  at  a 
house-warming  at  their  home  in  Monterey. 

A  tea  was  given  by  the  members  of  the  Golf 
Club  in  Monterey  Sunday  afternoon,  when  a 
large  number  of  guests  at  the  hotel  were  enter- 
tained  after   the  golf  tournament. 

Commodore  James  Bull,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Bull  gave  a  ball  recently  at  the  Arlington  Hotel 
in    Santa   Barbara. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Califomians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  Douglass  Whitman  (for- 
merly Miss  Jennie  Crocker)  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  Templeton  Crocker  sailed  yesterday  for 
Honolulu,  where  they  will  spend  a  month  with 
Mr.  and   Mrs.  William  G.   Irwin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Downey  Harvey  and  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam J.  Younger  of  Paris  have  recently  been  the 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels  at 
their  country  home  in   Sonoma  County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  B.  Bourn  are  en  route 
to  Ireland,  where  they  will  spend  several  weeks 
with  their  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Arthur  Rose  Vincent. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  and  their  son, 
Mr.  Patrick  Calhoun,  Jr.,  arrived  Wednesday  from 
their  home  in  Cleveland,  Ohio. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  D.  Grant  and  their  daugh- 
ters,   the    Misses  Josephine   and    Edith   Grant,    who 


have  passed  the  last  three  months  in  England, 
expected  to  sail  July  20,  and  will  return  directly 
to    San    Francisco. 

Miss  Janet  von  Schroder  has  returned  to  her 
home  in  San  Luis  Obispo  County,  after  a  visit 
with  Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  in  this  city  and  Mr. 
and    Mrs.  Ward  Barron  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  J.  W.  Byrne  has  gone  to  Los  Angeles  on 
a  business  trip  before  leaving  for  Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nelson  Shaw  have  been  visiting 
Mr.  Shaw's  mother,  Mrs.  Clinton  Worden,  at  Del 
Monte. 

Mrs.  Ward  Barron,  Miss  Ethel  Crocker,  Mr. 
William  H.  Crocker,  Jr.,  Mr.  Stanislas  Ponia- 
towski,  and  Mr.  George  H.  Howard,  Jr.,  left  Bur- 
lingame on  Monday  for  a  motor  trip  to  Santa 
Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  Girven  have  taken  a 
house  at  Burlingame  which  they  will  occupy  until 
the  completion  of  their  new  house  at  Menlo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  D.  Pillsbury,  ^"ho  ex- 
pect to  leave  for  Boston  early  next  month,  have 
returned  from  a  short  visit  at  Del  Monte. 

Miss  Lee  Girvin  expects  to  sail  on  July  27  with 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan  and  will  join  her 
parents  at  Burlingame  next  month. 

Mr.  Charles  Chapman  spent  the  week-end  in 
Monterey. 

Mrs.  B.  F.  Norris  and  her  little  granddaughter, 
Janet  Norris,  are  at  Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Sutton  Palmer  and  their 
daughter,  Miss  Camille  Palmer,  have  arrived  from 
their  home  in  London  and  will  spend  several 
months  in  California.  Mrs.  Palmer,  who  was  for- 
merly Miss  Maud  Moore  of  San  Jose,  is  a  sister 
of  Mrs.  William  Knox  Beans  and  Mrs.  Eustace 
of  San  Jose. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Herrmann  and  their 
daughter.  Miss  Erna  Herrmann,  will  leave  shortly 
for  Europe. 

Miss  Marian  Newhall  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in  Auburn  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean. 

Mrs.  Philip  Van  Home  Lansdale  has  gone  East 
to  visit  her  sister,  Mrs.  George  Hood  of  Phila- 
delphia and  Mrs.  George  Pillsbury,  who,  since 
her  marriage  to  Captain  Pillsbury,  U.  S.  A.,  has 
resided  at  West  Point. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker  left  yesterday  for 
Castle  Crags  for  a  ten  days'  outing.  They  were 
accompanied  by  the  Misses  Ruth  Zeile,  Helen 
Keeney,  Marian  Baker,  Rebecca  and  Elizabeth 
Shreve,  and  the  Messrs.  Livingston  and  Wakefield 
Baker,    Jr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  Greenebaum  left  last  week 
for   a  visit  in   Portland. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  of  New 
York  and  their  daughters,  the  Misses  Harriet, 
Janetta,  and  Mary  Alexander,  will  spend  the  month 
of  August  in  San  Mateo,  where  they  will  occupy 
the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton 
Crocker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Remington  Quick  have  ar- 
rived from  New  York  and  are  the  guests  of  Mrs. 
Quick's  aunt,  Mrs.  Henry  L.  Dodge. 

Mrs.  T.  B.  Wright  and  Mrs.  Fannie  McCreary 
left  Wednesday  for  Cloverdale,  where  they  are  the 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  J.  Crocker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Stewart  left  today  for 
Victoria  and  will  make  brief  visits  in  Canada  be- 
fore sailing  for  Europe.  They  will  join  Mrs. 
Stewart's  brother,  Mr.  Edward  Montgomery,  in 
Paris,  where  he  has  been  studying  for  the  past 
four   years. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  I.  Hechtman  have  re- 
turned from  their  wedding  trip. 

Miss  Katherine  MacAdam  has  returned  from 
Castle  Crags,  where  she  has  been  visiting  her 
aunt,    Mrs.    Charles    Weller. 

Mrs.  Alexander  Garceau  and  Miss  Mary  Hyde 
will  leave  August  12  for  Europe,  where  they  will 
join  their  sister,  Mrs.  Camilla  Martin,  who  sailed 
last  week. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Coryell  have  returned  from 
the   Yosemite   Valley. 

Miss  Virginia  Walsh  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Los  Angeles,  after  a  visit  of  several  weeks 
with    friends    and    relatives. 

Mrs.  John  Simpson  has  returned  from  the  East 
and  is  established  in  an  apartment  on  California 
and  Buchanan  Streets. 

Mrs.  Samuel  Blair  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Jennie  Blair,  returned  last  week  from  Santa  Bar- 
bara and  are  in  Monterey  for  the  remainder  of 
the  season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  H.  Dibblee  have  re- 
turned from  the  East  and  are  in  Ross  with  Mrs. 
John  G.  Kittle. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Carolan,  Miss  Emily  Caro- 
lan, and  Dr.  Herbert  Carolan  have  returned  from 
Miramar. 

The  Misses  Marian  and  Ruth  Zeile  have  gone 
to  Santa  Barbara  for  a  few  weeks'  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  L.  Cadwalader  returned 
Monday  from  San  Mateo,  where  they  spent  a  week 
with  Mrs.   Russell  J.  Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Duane  Bliss,  who  spent  a  few 
days  in  town  last  week,  are  again  at  Lake  Tahoe 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Augustus  Taylor,  Mr.  and  Ru- 
dolph Spreckels,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Mc- 
Near  will  leave  next  week  for  a  motor  trip 
through  the  McCloud  country- 
Mr.  Philip  Paschel  is  established  at  the  Hotel 
Bellevue. 

Mrs.    Violet   Carpenter  of  Colorado    Springs   has 


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Why  MAILLARD'S  ? 

We  use  Maillard's  chocolate 
by  private  arrangement,  be- 
cause it's  the  best  chocolate 
money  can  buy. 

It  makes  our  ARISTOCRATICA 
pack  the  most  tempting  candy 
ever  offered  in  this  country. 
75  cents  and  $1  a  carton. 

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returned  from  a  visit  in  Santa  Barbara  and  is 
visiting  Mrs.  .Richard  Hammond  and  Miss  Julia 
Langhorne. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  Hopkins  have  returned 
from  their  wedding  trip. 

Mrs.  George  J.  Bucknall  has  returned  from 
Santa  Monica,  where  she  has  been  visiting  her 
sister,    Mrs.    John    P.   Jones. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Colt  of  New  Jersey  is  the  guest 
of  Miss  Virginia  Newhall  at  her  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Sproule  have  returned 
from   Portland. 

Mrs.  Lovell  White  has  closed  her  town  house 
and  is  occupying  her  cottage  in  Mill  Valley. 

Mr.  Mountford  S.  Wilson,  Jr.,  has  returned 
from  the  East,  where  he  has  been  visiting  friends 
since  the  close  of  Hill's   School. 

Mr.  Thornwell  Mullally  has  returned  from  the 
East. 

Miss  Edith  Bull  has  returned  from  a  tour  of 
the  world  and  is  in  Menlo  Park  with  her  brother- 
in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Covington  Pringle. 
Miss  Mamie  Russell  of  Sacramento  is  the  guest 
of  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  at  the  Fairmont 
HoteL  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander,  their  daughters, 
the  Misses  Harriet,  Janetta,  and  Mary  Alexander, 
and  Miss  Edith  Chesehrough  spent  the  week-end  in 
Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robin  Hayne  and  Mr.  John  Par- 
rott,  Jr.,  motored  to  Monterey  to  spend  the  week- 
end. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  Davis  Pillsbury  and  their 
children  have  returned  from  a  few  days'  visit  in 
Monterey. 

Lieutenant-Colonel  Chase  W.  Kennedy,  U.  S.  A., 
arrived  on  the  Sheridan  Monday  from  Alaska  and 
has  joined  Mrs.  Kennedy  and  her  mother,  Mrs. 
Sarah  Jewett,  at  the  Hotel  Victoria. 

Colonel  Cornelius  Gardner,  U.  S.  A.,  has  ar- 
rived from  Alaska  and  is  in  charge  of  the  post 
at  the  Presidio. 

Mrs.  Wisser,  wife  of  Colonel  J.  P.  Wisser,  U.  S. 
A.,  is  visiting  Major  William  W.  Forsyth,  U.  S. 
A.,  and  Mrs.  Forsyth  at  Camp  Yosemite.  Colonel 
Wisser,  U.  S.  A.,  and  his  son,  Mr.  Edward  Wisser, 
are  in  Southern  California. 

Captain  William  S.  Wood,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Wood  will  sail  August  5  for  the  Philippines.  They 
are  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Wood's  parents,  Colonel 
George  Ball,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Ball  at  the  Hotel 
Richelieu. 

Lieutenant  Bruce  B.  Butler,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Butler  (formerly  Miss  Elsa  Hinz)  have  gone  to 
Fort  Seward,  Alaska. 

Mrs.  George  Kenyon,  wife  of  Lieutenant  Ken- 
yon,  U.  S.  N.,  left  last  week  for  San  Diego.  She 
was  accompanied  by  her  sister,   Miss  Ruth  Carter. 


Teresa  Carreno,  the  eminent  Venezuelan 
pianist,  gave  eighty-seven  recitals  the  past 
season,  the  last  of  them  having  been  at  the 
Lower  Rhine  Music  Festival  at  Aix-la-Cha- 
pelle.  Her  summer  home  is  in  the  Bavarian 
Highlands.  Mme.  Carreno's  name  will  be 
mentioned  in  the  annals  of  music  as  that  of 
one  of  the  foremost  pianists  of  her  time;  as 
the  composer  of  the  Venezuelan  national 
hymn;  and  as  the  first  teacher  of  America's 
greatest  composer.  Edward  MacDowell,  as 
well  as  the  missionary  who  has  done  more 
than  any  one  else  to  make  his  music  famous 
in  European  countries.  She  is  also  known — 
thanks  to  her  rare  personal  beauty — as  one 
of  the  most-married  women  of  the  time,  rival- 
ing Lillian  Russell.  It  was  during  one  of  her 
successful  American  tours  (according  to 
Henry  T.  Finck,  musical  critic  of  the  New 
York  Evening  Post)  that  one  of  the  funny 
men  among  the  musical  critics  wrote  that  at 
her  first  concert  she  played  the  second  con- 
certo of  her  third  husband. 


Anna  Pavlova,  the  danseuse,  gave  a  patty 
recently  to  celebrate  her  entrance  into  her 
new  house,  situated  on  the  heights  of  Hamp- 
stead,  the  London  suburb.  It  is  a  delightful 
little  place.  Turner,  the  great  English  artist, 
did  some  of  his  best  work  there.  The  view 
from  the  veranda  is  one  of  the  finest.  There 
is  an  undulating  lawn  finishing  in  a  natural 
plateau  upon  which  during  the  afternoon 
members  of  the  Russian  ballet  danced  in  pic- 
turesque costumes,  and  little  girls,  in  classic 
dress,  garlanded  with  flowers,  tripped  merrily 
along.  Pavlova  herself  brought  the  afternoon 
to  a  close  by  appearing  with  Novikoff  in  one 
of  her  most  popular  dances.  Among  her 
guests  were  the  Duchesses  of  Marlborough, 
Rutland,  and  Sutherland.  It  was  a  simple 
enough  affair,  but  cost  the  charming  hostess 
something  like   $2000. 


There  is  a  story  told  of  Drs.  Chalmers  and 
Stewart,  who  argued  on  the  street  corner  on 
some  knotty  point  of  theology  with  Scottish 
pertinacity  until  it  was  time  to  separate,  when 
one  of  them  remarked :  "You  will  find  my 
views  very  well  put  in  a  certain  tract,"  of 
which  he  gave  the  title.  Upon  which,  to  his 
surprise,  his  antagonist  replied :  "Why.  I 
wrote  that  tract  myself." 


A  violoncello  was  knocked  down  at  a  re- 
cent auction  sale  in  London  for  $1800.  It 
was  by  Nicolas  Gagliano,  made  in  1761,  after 
a  Stradivarius  model,  orange-brown  varnish. 
Another  old  violoncello,  made  by  Guadagnini, 
was  sold  for  $875.  Among  the  violins  sold 
was  a  Stradivarius,  with  two  silver-mounted 
bows,  which  brought  $2000. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  A.  War- 
ren has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a 
son. 


Events  of  vour  life  scientifically  predicted. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Rousseau  as  a  Composer. 
Rousseau's  two  hundredth  birthday,  which 
was  celebrated  a  few  days  ago,  recalls  that 
philosopher's  remarkable  musical  gifts.  Rous- 
seau was  not  only  the  greatest  musician 
among  the  world's  famous  philosophers,  but 
he  was  a  composer  of  genuine  merit  and  of 
far  more  than  amateurish  or  passing  impor- 
tance (says  the  Berlin  correspondent  of  the 
New  York  Musical  Courier).  His  light  opera, 
"Le  Devin  du  Village,"  was  for  a  long  time 
a  great  favorite  with  the  French  public.  It 
is  a  charming,  idyllic  little  opera,  written  for 
three  singers.  It  was  first  produced  at  the 
court  of  Louis  Quinze  in  Fontainebleau  on 
October  14,  1752,  and  thanks  to  its  swing  and 
charming  melodies,  it  met  with  immediate  ac- 
claim. The  merry  tunes  written  in  the  pre- 
vailing Italian  style  of  that  period  were  soon 
sung  and  whistled  all  over  France.  It  was 
Rousseau's  musical  chef  d'eeuvre  and  his 
greatest  success,  and  exerted  no  little  in- 
fluence on  the  development  of  French  music 
in  the  middle  of  the  eighteenth  century. 
After  the  successful  premiere  at  Fontaine- 
bleau the  opera  was  also  produced  with  great 
success  at  the  Royal  Academy  of  Paris.  Mme. 
Pompadour  also  ordered  a  performance  of  it 
at  Bellevue,  where  she  herself  appeared  in 
the  title-role.  This  opera  brought  Rousseau 
not  only  honor  and  renown,  but  a  very  fair 
pecuniary  remuneration.  Louis  Quinze  paid 
him  1 00  louis  d'or  for  the  performance  at 
his  court,  from  Mme.  Pompadour  he  received 
fifty,  and  the  same  sum  was  granted  him  by 
the  Royal  Academy.  The  fact  that  "Le  Devin 
du  Village"  was  repeatedly  parodied  also 
speaks  for  its  success,  and  no  less  a  composer 
than  Mozart  declared  that  he  was  influenced 
by  it  in  writing  his  first  opera,  ''Bastien  et 
Bastienne."  For  a  long  time  in  France  it  was 
the  fashion  for  ladies  of  exalted  station  to 
take  part  in  performances  of  Rousseau's 
opera,  and  even  Marie  Antoinette  once  sang 
it.  The  work  held  its  own  for  more  than 
half  a  century,  and  penetrated  to  Germany 
and  Austria,  for  as  late  as  1909  we  find  it 
being  performed  at  Vienna  and  two  years 
later  at  the  Leipsic  opera. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Theodore  Mur- 
phy has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a 
daughter.  Mrs.  Murphy  was  formerly  Miss 
Marie  Garneau  of  St.  Louis,  Missouri. 


Edwin  Stevens  will  continue  as  a  member 
of  the  company  when  "Robin  Hood"  is  re- 
vived at  the  Knickerbocker  Theatre  in  New- 
York  August  12. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


After  a  perilous  voyage  from  St.  Michaels, 
Alaska,  the  United  States  army  transport 
Sheridan,  Captain  J.  M.  Healy,  arrived  in  port 
at  noon  Monday  via  Puget  Sound.  For  seven 
days  the  Sheridan  plowed  her  way  through 
icebergs  and  ice  floes  and  had  many  narrow 
escapes.  On  board  the  Sheridan,  which 
docked  at  Fort  Mason,  were  the  officers,  their 
wives,  and  the  men  of  the  Sixteenth  United 
States  Infantry,  numbering  nearly  one  thou- 
sand persons.  

The  Western  Pacific  has  let  the  contract 
for  its  new  steel  ferry-boat  to  the  Moore  & 
Scott  Iron  Works,  the  new  vessel  to  be  built 
at  a  cost  of  $300,000.  It  will  be  230  feet  in 
length,  with  a  beam  over  the  guard  rail  of 
62'/2  feet,  and  will  be  completed  within  a  year. 


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used  on  the  Mission  and  Fillmore  Street  lines. 
They  will  have  an  inclosed  centre  section  and 
both  the  rear  and  front  sections  will  be  open. 
The  steps  will  be  lowered  for  the  convenience 
of  passengers  and  the  conductor's  station  will 
be  at  the  rear  of  the  last  open  section. 


Dr.  Washington  Dodge,  city  and  county  as- 
sessor, has  resigned  that  office  to  become 
vice-president  of  the  Anglo  and  London  Paris 
National  Bank.  Mayor  Rolph  has  appointed 
John  Ginty,  chief  deputy  assessor,  to  take 
the  place  left  vacant  by  Dodge.  Mr.  Ginty 
will  enter  upon  his  duties  as  chief  of  the 
assessor's  office  the  1st  of  August,  at  which 
time  Dr.  Dodge's  resignation  will  go  into 
effect.  Mr.  Ginty  came  here  from  Wyoming  in 
1S6S.  Upon  his  arrival  in  California  he  went 
into  the  banking  business  and  had  his  first 
experience  in  the  assessor's  office  with  Dr. 
Dodge  in  1S99.  For  some  years  he  was  iden- 
tified with  the  French  American  Bank  and 
was  cashier  of  that  institution  up  to  February 
1  of  this  year,  when  he  again  went  into  the 
assessor's  office   as  chief  deputy. 


William  T.  Sesnon  and  Theodore  Hardee, 
members  of  the  Commission  Extraordinary  to 
Europe  in  behalf  of  the  1915  Exposition,  re- 
turned home  Friday  last  after  an  absence  of 
ninety  days  abroad.  Mr.  Sesnon's  report  is 
an  optimistic  one,  telling  of  the  many  recep- 
tions accorded  the  delegates  and  of  the  inten- 
tions of  all  the  foreign  countries  visited  to 
participate  in  the  coming  World's  Fair.  Vice- 
President  R.  B.  Hale,  who  sailed  from  here 
with  Mr.  Sesnon  on  April  17  last,  will  sail 
for  home  July  28.  Other  members  of  the 
commission  were  John  Hays  Hammond,  Rear- 
Admiral  Sidney  A.  Staunton,  U.  S.  N.,  and 
Brigadier-General  Clarence  A.  Edwards,  U.  S. 
A.  They  sailed  for  London  April  24,  reach- 
ing that  city  five  days  later.  After  a  stay  at 
London,  they  visited  Berlin,  Petersburg, 
Vienna,  Budapest,  Rome,  Paris,  Brussels, 
Berne,  Switzerland,  Stockholm,  Christiania, 
Copenhagen,  and  The  Hague.  On  their  trip 
the  members  of  the  commission  were  intro- 
duced to  seven  kings,  the  Crown  Prince  of 
Sweden,  Archduke  Joseph  of  Austro-Hungary, 
and  the  presidents  of  three  republics.  They 
participated  in  thirty-nine  banquets. 


To  fill  the  vacancy  in  the  office  of  tax  col- 
lector, which  was  caused  by  the  death  of 
David  Bush  on  July  7,  Mayor  Rolph  has  ap- 
pointed Josiah  O.  Low,  who  was  chief  deputy 
under  Bush.  Mr.  Low,  who  is  fifty-eight 
years  of  age,  has  resided  in  San  Francisco 
since  1875.  He  was  in  the  oil  business  until 
January,  1906,  and  afterward  went  into  the 
real  estate  business  with  David  Bush,  whose 
eldest  daughter  he  married.  When  Bush  be- 
came tax  collector  in  January,  1908,  he  ap- 
pointed Low  his  chief  deputy. 


Japan  will  be  the  first  foreign  country  to 
select  a  site  at  the  1915  universal  exhibition, 
and  for  this  purpose  Messrs.  Haruki  Yama- 
waki  and  Yoshikatsu  Katayama,  commission- 
ers of  the  imperial  Japanese  government,  ar- 
rived this  week.       

Captain  J.  C.  Handley,  who  bad  been  in 
the  customs  service  in  this  city  for  thirty- 
years,  died  July  22  at  his  home,  1022  Masonic 
Avenue.  Captain  Handley  was  seventy-two 
years  of  age  and  had  been  in  failing  health 
for  the  past  year.  He  was  a  member  of  King 
Solomon's  Lodge  of  Masons  and  was  past 
commander  of  Lincoln  Post,  Grand  Army  of 
the  Republic.  During  the  War  of  the  Rebel- 
lion he  was  a  member  of  Company  B,  First 
Oregon  Infantry.      

On  the  site  of  the  former  residence  of  W. 
H.  Crocker,  on  the  block  bounded  by  Cali- 
fornia, Sacramento,  Taylor,  and  Jones  Streets, 
will  soon  be  raised  the  first  unit  of  the  mag- 
nificent Grace  Episcopal  Cathedral,  that  will 
cost  when  completed  approximately  $1,000,000, 
and  will  be  one  of  the  finest  church  buildings 
in  the  United  States.  Grace  Cathedral  Cor- 
poration has  awarded  the  contract  for  the  ex- 
cavation work  of  the  cathedral  crypt  to  E.  M. 
Muie  &  Co.  for  $13,000,  and  operations  will 
begin  this  week  by  the  contractors.  When 
the  excavation  work  is  completed  the  building 
of  the  crypt  will  begin. 


Thornwell    Mullally,   assistant   to   the   presi- 
dent of  the  United   Railroads,   returned   from 
a    month's    trip    through    the    East    last    week, 
one   of  the   main   objects   of   his   visit   having 
been  to  place  the  order  for  sixty-five  new  pay- 
ti  enter   cars    for   the   street   railway   cor- 
n.     The   cars,   which   will   be   built   as 
ly    as    the    manufacturers    can    get    them 
out,   will    be    similar   to    the    "700"    type    now 


Rabbi  M.  S.  Levy,  who  returned  recently 
from  an  eight  months'  tour  of  Europe  and 
the  Holy  Land,  will  give  his  first  public  lec- 
ture on  Palestine,  Sunday  evening,  August  11. 
at  Assembly  Hall,  Van  Ness  Avenue  and  Sut- 
ter Street.  The  lecture  will  be  illustrated 
with  stereopticon  views  taken  by  Dr.  Levy 
while  on  his  visit  to  Palestine. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 

The  Other  Lover. 
I'm    home    from    off    the    stormy    sea, 

And   down    the   street 
The  folk  come  out  to  welcome  me 
On  eager  feet. 
O   neighbors,   God  be  with  you  all, 
But    for    my    true    love   I    must    call; 
She    lingers   in   her    father's   hall 
So  shy,   so   sweet! 

Here  is  a  string  of  milky  pearls 

For  her  to  wear, 
An  amber   comb  to   match   the  curls 
Of  her  bright   hair. 
O    neighbors,   do    not  crowd   me    so! 
Stand  by!  stand  by!   for  I  must  go 
To   put  on   my   love's   hand   of   snow 
This  gold  ring  fair. 

Good   dame,    why  do   you  block  the   way 

And   shake  your  head? 
Must  all  the  things  you  have  to  say 
Just  now  be  said  ? 
O    neighbors,    let   me    pass — but    why — 
My  God,   what  makes  you   women  cry? 
Come  tell  me  that  I    too   may   die! 
Is  my  love  dead? 

"Nay,    Marjorie's  a  living  thing, 

And    fair   and   strong. 
Yet  did  you  wait  to  give  your  ring 
A  year  too   long. 
To  seek  her  love  there  came  the  Moon; 
Now    Marjorie    at    night   and    noon 
Is  chained  and  sits  alone  to  croon 
The   Moon's   love-song." 
-From  "Summer  of  Love,"  by  Joyce  Kilmer. 


Why  "Imperial"  Cocoa? 

Not  because  it  is  a  home  product,  but  be- 
cause it  is  the  BEST  cocoa  made.  It  is 
manufactured  from  the  finest  selected  cocoa 
beans  by  a  special  process,  the  secret  of  the 
D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  through  which  the 
flavor  is  developed  and  improved. 

It  can  be  assimilated  by  the  weakest 
stomach ;  it  possesses  all  the  nutritive 
qualities  of  the  cocoa  bean;  it  is  eco- 
nomical —  being  of  superior  strength ; 
it  is  most  easily  and  quickly  prepared ; 
it  is  unexcelled  for  flavor  and  aroma. 

Insist  on  IMPERIAL  and  decline  to  take  any 
other.  The  grocer  will  be  glad  to  order  it,  if  he 
doesn't  happen  to  carry  the  article. 


Silence. 
I  am  the  warden  of  the  seals  of  sleep, 

Grim   shepherd   of   the   restless    hours   that   stray 
Like  lambs  along  a  tranquil  country  way. 
Mine  are  the  vigils  that  the  lonely  keep; 
Dead  cities  where  the  desert  sands  drift  deep; 
Songs  man   once  sang,   prayers   that  he   used   to 

pray. 
Mine  is  tomorrow,  mine  is  yesterday, 
The  stars  that  beckon  and  the  mists  that  creep. 
I  claim  alike  the  singer  and  the  song. 

The  ancient  sphinx  that  guards  life's  riddle  I. 
All  hopes  that  triumph  upward  from  the  clod, 
All  deep  creative  powers,  to  me  belong. 
Alpha,   Omega,  in  my  bosom  lie. 

Safe  in  my  keeping  have  I  hidden  God. 
— Edith    Willis  Linn,    in    Century   Magazine. 


On  the  Ferry-Boat, 

The  ferry-boat  into  the  waters  dim 

Slipped  forward  with  a  sound  of  churning  foam, 
Studded  with  stars  hung  low  the  heaven's  dome 

Around   them,    and  along  the  city's   rim, 

Over   the    shadowed    river's   murky    flowing 
Glittered  a  million  lights  of  starry  sheen. 
Sharp   whiffs  and  ocean  odors,   salt  and  keen, 

Swept  up  the  east,  and  sullen  whistles  blowing 

In  from  the  sea-gate  through  the  ocean  ways. 
Past  dock  and  dock,  past  lamp  and  flaring  lamp 
They  glided  into  the  twilight  chill  and  damp, 

Over  the  waters,  through  the  ghostly  haze, 

Over  the  lifting  and  the   lapsing  tide, 
And  left  the  city  lying  sleeplessly 
At  the  soft  bosom  of  the  heaving  sea, 

At  the  bosom  of  the  everlasting  bride. 

The  silence  and  the  engirdling  solitude 

Drew  them  together  closer  more  and  more, 
Never  had  he  observed  her  thus  before, 

So  grave  and  yet  so  merry  was  her  mood, 

So  tender  yet  so  merry;  all  her  speech 

Was  glad  by  turns  and  sad  like  April  weather — 
Close  on  the  upper  deck  they  sat  together 

Each  lost  within  the  happiness  of  each. 

No  less  than  if  in  an   enchanted   boat 

They  had  sought  beyond  the  stars  a  fairy  realm 
Of  mosques  and  minarets,  Love  at  the  helm 

And  Joys   for   oarsmen,   on   the  waves  afloat, 

They  were  embarked  and  drifted  on  the  stream 
Of  night  and  waves,  beyond  the  hand  of  day 
And  all  her  cares,  cut  loose  and  cut  away 

With  steering  prow  into  the  dusk  of  dream. 

And  now  at  some  new  wonder  as  they  went 
Unveiled  before  them,    with   delight    they  sprang 
To  scan  the  waters,  now  their  laughter  rang, 

Now  sat  they  wordless  in  a  deep  content. 

Around    them    reached    the    gray    and    glimmering 
shore, 
Fortress     and     headland,     tower     and     lamp     of 

warning, 
— The  sea-road  to  the  worlds  beyond  the  morning 
Behind  them,  and  the  eternal  stars  before. 
— From    "The    Human    Fantasy,"    by    John    Hall 
Wheelock. 

-«♦■- 

"H.  M.  S.  Pinafore"  was  given  Tuesday 
night  as  a  feature  of  the  water-side  pageant 
at  Santa  Cruz. 


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packed  for  sending  by  mail  or  express.  Can 
be  sent  from  any  of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four 
candy  stores  in  San  Francisco. 


Summering  at  this  luxurious  resort  on 
the  Ocean  Beach  is  Ideal.  The  delightful 
ocean  breeze  gives  new  zest  to  a  round 
of  the  links  or  a  slashing  set  of  tennis. 
Every  otu-of-door  amusement  here  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  quiet  rest.    Summer  Rates. 

H.  W.  WILLS,  Manager,  Corooado,  Cal. 

or  H.  F.  Norcrou,  Agt,  334  So.  Spring  St. 

Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


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Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


July  27,  1912. 


FOR  SALE 

GROVE  HILL  FARM 

San  Benito  County,  Cal. 


AN  IDEAL  CALIFORNIA  RANCH 


1874  acres,  1600  being  choice  plow  land. 
Highly  improved ;  house  10  rooms  and 
bath ;  large  barn  with  room  for  30  head  of 
horses  and  200  tons  of  hay;  3  bunkhouses ; 
blacksmith  shop ;  two  implement  and 
wagon  sheds;  all  new.  Over  10  miles 
finest  new  fencing.  Water  supply  the  very 
best,  ample,  unfailing  and  well  distributed. 
Soil  deep,  fertile,  practically  virgin ;  no 
alkali,  no  hardpan.  Suited  to  dairying  or 
stock-raising ;  hay,  grain,  alfalfa,  corn, 
beans,  sugar  beets  and  other  field  crops ; 
berries,  apples,  pears,  peaches,  apricots, 
prunes  and  other  fruits.  Beautiful  euca- 
lyptus groves  containing  over  18,000  trees. 
20-acre  lake  giving  fine  duck  shooting  in 
season.  Railroad  station  at  ranch  bound- 
ary. Only  5  miles  from  Hollister,  40  from 
San  Jose,  and  90  from  San  Francisco. 
Salubrious  and  delightful  climate,  no  ma- 
laria, no  mosquitos.  A  profitable  property 
today.  As  an  investment  gives  highest  de- 
gree of  safety  with  assured  income.  Sub- 
divided will  net  an  immediate  and  large 
profit.  Held  will  advance  in  value  rapidly. 
Price,  $125,000.00,  or  less  than  $67.00  per 
acre.  Terms  can  be  arranged  if  desired. 
For  further  information  address  or  call  on 

T.  CHITTENDEN 

1 03  Plaza  Drive,  Berkeley,  Cal. 

Phone  Berkeley  3481 


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Friday,  Sept.  27,1912 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier,  No.  34, 
near  foot  of  Brannan  Street,  1  p.  m.,  for 
Yokohama  and  Hongkong,  calling  at  Honolulu, 
Kobe  (Hiogo),  Nagasaki  and  Shanghai,  and 
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CITIZENS'  ALLIANCE 


THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


"Have  you  ever  learned  to  swim?"  he 
asked.  "Every  summer,"  she  replied. — De- 
troit Free  Press. 

Teacher — What  is  velocity,  Johnnie? 
Johnnie — Velocity  is  what  a  fellow  lets  go  of 
a  wasp  with. — Pathfinder. 

"They  turned  the  X-ray  on  my  brain  at  the 
hospital,  but  found  nothing."  "What  did  they 
expect ?" — Baltimore  American. 

Marjorie — We  have  acolytes  in  our  church. 
Little  Mabel — That's  nothing;  we  have  'lectric 
lights  in  ours. — Boston   Transcript. 

Hokus — Toothache,  eh?  I'd  have  the 
blamed  thing  pulled  if  it  were  mine.  Pokus 
— So  would  I,  if  it  were  yours. — Puck. 

Margaret — They  say  that  Mrs.  Baker  makes 
a  fortune  out  of  a  cure  for  obesity.  Katha- 
rine— Yes.  She  lives  on  the  fat  of  the  land. 
—Life. 

"That  doctor  is  a  regular  human  dynamo." 
"Yes;  when  I  came  in  contact  with  him  I 
myself  was  highly  charged." — Washington 
Herald. 

"So  the  appendix  is  useless,  then,  doctor? 
We  could  live  without  it?"  "Well,  the 
patients,  perhaps,  but  not  the  surgeons." — 
Pile  Mile. 

Small  Boy — The  cyclist  who's  just  come  in 
wants  new-laid  eggs  with  his  tea.  Mother — 
Cackle  a  bit  while  I  run  over  to  the  stores. — 
London  Punch. 

"Why  don't  you  marry  him,  he's  rich  and 
old?"  "Old?  He  may  live  for  ten  years 
yet !"  "Marry  him  and  do  your  own  cooking." 
— Houston  Post. 

Cholly — There's  always  something  to  laugh 
about  when  I  tell  a  joke.  She — Yes,  and 
you're  always  so  nice  about  it.  You  never 
get  mad. — Puck. 

Bix — I  always  go  by  the  motto:  "If  you'd 
have  a  thing  done  well,  do  it  yourself."  Dix 
— Yes,  but  suppose  you  want  a  haircut? — 
Boston  Transcript. 

Patience — Do  you  know,  I  just  cried  over 
his  last  book.  Patrice — But  that  isn't  going 
to  be  his  last  book.  Patience — Oh,  then  I'm 
sorry  I  cried. — Yonkers  Statesman. 

Father — You  seem  to  have  no  idea  of  the 
value  of  money.  Son — No  idea !  Why,  dad, 
I  can  mention  a  hundred  different  ways  of 
spending  money  you  never  dreamed  of. — Bos- 
ton   Transcript. 

"I  thought  you  told  me  you  were  paying 
for  an  auto  ?"  "So  I  was."  "I  don't  see 
any  auto?"  "You  haven't  looked  in  the  right 
place.  Go  look  in  my  grocer's  garage." — 
Houston  Post. 

Householder — I  give  you  my  word,  three 
seventy-five  is  all  I  have  in  the  house.  Bur- 
glar— Well,  say !  When  ye  figure  me  time 
an'  me  tools,  how  d'ye  expect  me  to  make 
any  profit  at  that  rate  ? — Life. 

"Don't  yout  feel  sometimes  like  you'd  like 
to  be  a  bird?"  said  Miss  Miami  Brown,  senti- 
mentally. "I  specks  mebbe  I  wouldn't  mind," 
replied  Erastus  Pinkley,  "if  I  could  be  a 
chicken  hawk." — Washington  Star. 

Mother — Where  are  you  going,  boys  ? 
Willie — Over  to  the  principal's  house,  mamma. 
We  want  to  register  a  protest  against  tearing 
down  the  boys'  crochet  and  fancy  work  room 
to  use  the  space  as  a  girls'  basketball  court. — 
Satire. 

"What  attitude  shall  I  assume  during  the 
campaign?"  asked  the  candidate  who  was  new 
at  the  game.  "I  would  suggest  an  easy  pos- 
ture at  a  desk,"  answered  his  more  experi- 
enced manager,  "with  a  check  book  in  one 
hand  and  a  fountain  pen  in  the  other." — 
Louisville  Courier-Journal. 

Lady — I  ventured  to  call  on  you  for  your 
opinion,  professor.  Do"  you  think  it  would 
do  my  son  good  to  study  the  piano?  Famous 
Pianist — Does  he  show  any  taste  for  it  ? 
Lady — Not  the  least.  But  his  hair  has  been 
falling  out  so  much  lately,  and  everything  else 
we  have  tried  has  done  no  good  at  all. — 
Punch, 

"A  woman  should  take  an  interest  in  the 
doings  of  the  world  that  interest  her  hus- 
band." "Yes,"  replied  young  Mrs.  Torkins ; 
"but  she  has  to  use  tact.  I  never  ask  Charley 
what  the  score  is.  If  our  team  loses  it's  a 
mistake  to  force  him  to  talk  about  it,  and  if 
it  wins  he'll  tell  without  asking." — Washing- 
ton Star. 

"I  wonder  what  has  become  of  my  hus- 
band. Three  days  ago  I  sent  him  to  match 
a  sample  at  a  department  store.  He  hasn't 
been  seen  since."  "I  saw  him  yesterday. 
He  was  at  the  third  counter  of  the  four- 
teenth aisle,  and  was  just  starting  for  the 
fourteenth  counter  of  the  third  aisle." — Wash- 
ington Herald. 

"Now  look  here,  Snipperton,"  pleaded 
Hackley,  "why  can't  you  be  patient  with  this 
old  bill  of  yours?  I'm  going  to  be  married 
in  the  fall  to  a  girl  who's  worth  her  weight 
in  gold."     "That's  all  right,  Mr.  Hackley,"  re- 


turned Snipperton,  "but  is  she  going  to  be 
worth  my  wait  in  gold?  How  much  does  she 
weigh?" — Judge's  Library. 

"I  was  talking  to  Diggby  this  morning 
about  the  latest  dreadnought.  He  didn't  ap- 
pear to  be  much  interested."  "I  should  think 
not !  Diggby  married  one." — Birmingham 
Age-Herald. 

"What  can  I  use  to  clean  carpets,"  asked  a 
correspondent  signing  her  name  very  bash- 
fully, "Young  Bride."  "Have  you  tried  your 
husband?"  replied  the  answers  editor. — Cleve- 
land Plain  Dealer. 

"Mary  is  engaged."  "That  so?  How  long 
has  she  known  the  man."  "Only  since  yes- 
terday, when  she  arrived  at  the  seashore. 
But  that  doesn't  make  any  difference,  since 
she's  only  going  to  know  him  two  weeks  any- 
how."— Detroit  Free  Press. 


Pat  made  a  bet  with  Mike  that  he  could 
carry  a  hod  full  of  bricks  up  three  ladders 
to  the  top  of  the  building  with  Mike  sitting 
on  the  hod.  The  ladders  were  on  the  outside 
of  the  building.  On  the  third  ladder  Pat  made 
a  misstep,  but  caught  himself  in  time  to  save 
Mike  from  falling  forty  feet  to  the  sidewalk. 
Arriving  at  the  top,  Pat  said:  "Begorra,  I've 
won  the  bet."  "Yis,"  replied  Mike,  "but 
when  ye  shlipped  I  thought  I  had  ye." 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  Northern  Municipal  Practice — Lissner  Will 
"Hold  Onto"  His  Job — Patient  Organized  Labor — Incon- 
sistency    and     Ingratitude — The     Election     of     1908 — The 

Oakland    Strike — Editorial   Notes 65-67 

POLITICAL  COMMENT   67 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn 68 

OLD  FAVORITES:     "Hypatia,"  by  Edmund  Clarence  Stedman      68 
HAPPY    RELIEF    FROM    THE    ORCHESTRA:     "Flaneur" 
Writes    of  the    Revolt    of    New    York  Theatre    Managers 

Against  the   Musicians*   Union 69 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes  about  Prominent  People  All  over 

the    World    69 

THE  RACE  IN  THE  FOG:     When  Newspaper  Reporters  Were 

Striving  for  a  Scoop.     By  W.  J.  Weymouth 70 

OXFORD'S  THOUSANDTH  BIRTHDAY:  The  Millenary 
Celebration  of  the  Famous   University   City.     By  Henry 

C.    Shelley    71 

HOME  LIFE  IN  GERMANY:  Mrs.  Alfred  Sidgwick,  Her- 
self a  German,  Writes  a  Volume  of  Intimate  Impressions      73 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:     Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews 73 

ANDREW  LANG,  MAN  OF  LETTERS 74 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "The  Enchantment,"  by  Sara  King; 
"The  Harvest,"  by  Clinton  Scollard;  "The  Bathing  Boy," 
by     Richard     Middleton;     "At     Maestricht,"     by     Frank 

Taylor 74 

DRAMA:  "Our  Saucy  Ship's  a  Beauty."  By  Josephine  Hart 
Phelps. — "The     Bishop's     Candlesticks."      By     George     L. 

Shoals 75 

FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 75 

VANITY  FAIR:  Weddings  to  Please  the  Public— Some  Grave 
Difficulties  Discussed — Mr.  Kubelik's  Rivalry  with  the 
Coronation — An  Artist  Eye  for  Thrift — Uncomplaining, 
Red-Corpuscled  Man — Mile.  Villany's  Undraped  Art — 
Love  Messages  by  Telegram   Deprecated — Church   Classes 

at    the    Wash-Tubs 76 

STORYETTES:     Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise      77 

THE  MERRY  MUSE 77 

PERSONAL:     Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Whereabouts      78 
THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   79 

THE   ALLEGED  HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs   Ground   Out  by 

the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 80 


Northern  Municipal  Practice. 
Mr.  Edward  Hamilton  of  the  Examiner  is  writing  a 
series  of  interesting  and  instructive  letters  from  Port- 
land and  Seattle,  in  exploitation  of  the  way  they  do 
things  in  these  progressive  cities.  It  appears  that  a 
time  has  come  when  San  Francisco,  which  for  so  long 
stood  as  a  pattern  for  all  Pacific  Coast  communities, 
may  learn  something  to  her  advantage  by  a  study  of 
methods  and  achievements.  Mr.  Hamilton's  letters 
are  well  worth  while,  for  he  sees  closely  and  writes 
wisely,  but  there  is  this  to  be  said  in  connection  with 
them,  namely,  they  are  published  under  auspices  which 
forbid  presentation  of  the  most  important  of  all  con- 
siderations respecting  the  progress  and  general  welfare 
of  Portland  and  Seattle.  Mr.  Hamilton  is  free  to  talk 
about  lights,  water,  streets,  and,  in  a  guarded  way,  of 
police  administration.  But,  speaking  as  he  does  through 
a  journal  bound  and  gagged  with  respect  to  labor 
issues,  he  must  be  dumb  when  it  comes  to  explaining 
the   whyfore   of   many    things — even    things   the   most 


important  and  significant.  Primarily  the  matters 
which  Mr.  Hamilton  finds  so  interestingly  and  even 
amazingly  to  the  credit  of  our  northern  sisters  are  due 
to  the  fact  that  both  at  Portland  and  at  Seattle  there 
is  freedom  in  industry.  Both  cities  broadly  speaking 
are  on  the  open-shop  basis.  They  do  not  allow  an 
arrogant  and  destructive  scheme  of  criminal  union- 
ism to  usurp  domination  in  industry  or  authority 
in  municipal  affairs.  Here  is  the  milk  in  these  par- 
ticular cocoanuts.  Many  things  are  done  right  at  Port- 
land and  Seattle  because  the  powers  of  business  and 
the  authorities  of  politics  are  not  prostrate  before 
a  gross  and  selfish  tyranny.  Interesting  as  it  is 
from  a  purely  speculative  point  of  view  to  know 
that  Seattle  has  a  street  system  created  economically 
and  maintained  legitimately,  that  Portland  has  a  fine 
water  supply  at  relatively  cheap  rates,  and  that  both 
these  cities  conduct  their  police  systems  with  some  ap- 
proach to  integrity,  it  will  be  of  small  practical  advan- 
tage to  San  Francisco  until  she  shall  learn  how  to  put 
her  Pat  McCarthys,  Mike  Caseys,  and  Olaf  Tveitmoes 
in  their  proper  place  and  keep  them  there.  And  by  the 
same  token  until  she  can  elect  a  mayor  with  sufficient 
intelligence  and  backbone  to  administer  his  office  with- 
out respect  to  the  bleatings  or  the  roarings  of  particu- 
lar classes.  t 

Lissner  Will  "Hold  Onto"  His  Job. 

Mr.  Lissner  has  made  public  announcement  of  sym- 
pathy and  fraternity  with  Mr.  Roosevelt's  new  party. 
He  hopes  and  schemes  for  its  success  and  will  work 
to  that  end  with  the  same  devotion  to  detail  which  did 
so  much  at  one  time  to  elevate  loan-sharking  in  Los 
Angeles  and  at  another  to  sweeten  the  political  char- 
acter of  California.  Under  the  circumstances  it  would 
appear  Mr.  Lissner's  plain  duty  to  resign  the  chair- 
manship of  the  Republican  organization  of  California. 
In  fact  it  is  Mr.  Lissner's  plain  duty,  and  if  he  had 
the  qualities  which  inspire  good  faith  he  would  va- 
cate the  chairmanship  without  delay.  But  Mr.  Lissner 
in  a  trivial  and  smart-Alec  letter  declares  that  he  will 
not  resign.  In  his  own  choice  phrase  he  will  "hold 
onto"  a  post  of  authority  in  the  Republican  party  to 
the  end  of  betraying  it.  So  much  for  Mr.  Lissner's 
consistency  and  political  morality.  Perhaps,  all  things 
considered,  we  should  not  expect  more  from  Mr.  Liss- 
ner, for  nothing  in  his  political  career,  or  antecedent  to 
it,  has  given  us  any  reason  to  look  to  him  for  the  sensi- 
bilities of  a  gentleman  or  for  the  courses  of  an  honest 
man.  Grapes  do  not  come  from  thorns  nor  figs  from 
thistles. 

Mr.  Lissner's  flippant  and  inadequate  letter  in  the 
attempt  to  justify  a  form  of  larceny  and  a  "policy"  of 
monstrous  bad  faith,  does  not  measure  up  to  the  moral 
standard  of  Senator  Works's  comment  on  the  situation 
in  California.  To  "remain  on  committees  *  *  *  of  the 
Republican  party  and  at  the  same  time  act  with  the 
new  party  *  *  *  is  treachery  of  the  worst  kind,"  says 
Senator  Works.  Senator  Works  continues:  "It  dis- 
honors the  new  party  at  the  very  beginning."  And 
again :  "In  attempting  to  retain  the  machinery  or 
offices  of  the  old  party  while  working  with  or  for  a  new 
one  or  its  establishment,  they  can  no  longer  cry  'thief 
to  the  men  they  charge  with  stealing  delegates  at  Chi- 
cago." "If  they  do  these  things,"  says  Senator  Works 
in  summary,  "no  man  of  right  principles  can  con- 
sistently support  their  new  party." 

We  should  like  to  see  Mr.  Lissner  abandon  flippancy, 
depart  for  a  moment  from  argumentum  ad  hominum, 
and  address  himself  to  the  simple  moralities  involved  in 
Senator  Works's  declaration.  We  should  like  to  know 
what  answer  he  could  make  to  arguments  and  conclu- 
sions which  according  to  our  simple  understanding  rest 
upon  fundamental  principles  of  right  and  wrong,  honor 
and  shame. 

We  should  like,  too,  to  have  a  further  example  of 
Mr.  Lissner's  literary  style.  For  we  do  not  recall  a 
more  naive  courage  in  phrase-making,  a  bolder  or  more 


original  practice  of  innovation  in  the  sphere  of  letters 
since  poor  old  Josh  Billings  was  carried  to  his  grave. 


Patient  Organized  Labor. 

The  Argonaut  has  always  believed  that  the  labor 
unions  of  America  will  eventually  purge  themselves  of 
those  evil  forces  that  have  done  so  much  to  degrade 
a  movement  that  once  promised  so  substantial  a  benefit 
to  the  workers  of  the  country.  It  was  impossible  to 
believe  that  labor  organization,  as  such,  must  neces- 
sarily degenerate  into  coercion,  cruelty,  or  crime.  It 
was  equally  impossible  to  believe  that  claims  based 
upon  privilege  and  injustice  could  either  be  sustained 
by  the  general  voice  of  labor  or  tolerated  by  the  con- 
science of  the  country.  At  some  time  or  other,  soon 
or  late,  there  must  be  a  revolt  against  a  debasing  leader- 
ship and  a  corroding  policy.  There  must  be  a  return 
to  the  counsels  of  decency  and  of  moderation,  for  to 
believe  otherwise  would  be  to  deny  the  advance  of  the 
world. 

It  is  gratifying  to  see  that  a  reaction  against  the 
sinister  tendencies  of  labor  organization  is  already 
making  itself  felt.  Of  this  there  are  many  encouraging 
evidences,  and  among  them  is  the  success  of  the  Pacific 
Coast  Mechanic,  published  in  Seattle,  and  now  com- 
pleting its  sixth  volume.  The  Pacific  Coast  Mechanic 
is  the  official  organ  of  the  National  Trades  and 
Workers'  Association,  an  organization  broadly  based 
upon  the  common  good,  devoted  to  the  cause  of  arbi- 
tration in  labor  disputes,  pledged  to  secure  for  its  mem- 
bers the  best  possible  wages,  and  to  appeal  to  public 
opinion  in  support  of  all  legitimate  demands.  It  is,  in 
short,  a  publication  issued  in  the  interests  of  workmen, 
although  we  may  safely  assume  that  its  policy  is  cor- 
dially hated  by  the  human  vultures  who  profess  to  lead 
the  labor  movement  in  order  that  they  may  gorge  and 
fatten  upon  its  credulities  and  resentmants. 

That  such  publication  should  exist  and  prosper  is 
significant  enough.  That  it  should  print  such  an  article 
as  appears  in  its  current  issue  under  the  title  of  "Patient 
Organized  Labor"  is  still  more  significant.  Patience  is, 
indeed,  the  dominant  characteristic  of  the  movement  at 
the  present  time,  but  it  is  patience  of  the  wrong  kind 
and  in  the  wrong  place.  It  is  the  "patience  of  the 
driven  donkey,"  pathetic  in  its  utter  helplessness,  almost 
admirable  in  its  steadfastness.  It  is  patience  under 
robbery  and  oppression,  a  robbery  that  becomes  more 
impudent  with  immunity,  and  an  oppression  that  be- 
comes more  exacting  with  success.  Organized  labor  is 
taxed  by  its  leaders  as  no  autocrat  ever  dared  to  tax  a 
slave.  And  resistance,  protest,  or  rebellion  are  pun- 
ished by  death. 

There  is  no  need,  says  the  writer  in  the  Pacific  Coast 
Mechanic,  to  go  beyond  the  limits  of  California  to 
understand  how  true  this  is. .  There  is  no  need  to 
select  more  than  one  instance  in  California  to  under- 
stand the  extraordinary  success  of  the  bloodsuckers, 
organized  for  piracy,  and  ordered  to  extract  the  last 
possible  nickel  from  the  pockets  of  the  poor,  patient, 
stupid  workers.  These  credulous  dupes  paid  $17  per 
head  for  the  defense  of  the  McNamaras,  and  they  were 
still  paying  long  after  the  guilt  of  the  McNamaras  was 
well  known  to  the  tax  collectors,  if  indeed  there  was 
ever  a  time  when  that  guilt  was  not  known.  Organ- 
ized labor,  or  rather  organized  idiocy,  in  California 
alone  paid  $780,000  for  the  defense  of  these  two  cow- 
ardly murderers.  And  California  is  only  one  state  in 
the  Union,  and  in  Canada  the  screw  was  turned  as 
relentlessly  as  it  was  here.  Throughout  the  country 
the  assessment  was  25  cents  a  week,  and  it  was  con- 
tinued for  months.  If  it  had  lasted  only  four  weeks 
the  proceeds  would  have  been  a  million  dollars,  and  it 
lasted  much  more  than  four  weeks.  So  that  we  have 
a  sum  amounting  at  least  to  one  million,  seven  hundred 
and  eighty  thousand  dollars.  The  writer  in  the  Pacific 
Coast  Mechanic  says  that  it  was  probably  four  times 
that  amount,  but  let  the  lowest  estimate  suffice.  And 
the  McNamara  trial  was  but  one  excuse  out  of  many 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  3,  1912. 


:  linuous  graft  upon  labor  collected  unceasingly 
by  itching  fingers  at  the  command  of  leaders  whose 
greed  was  colossal  and  insatiable.  Every  man  and 
woman  in  the  ranks  has  paid  at  least  ten  dollars  during 
the  last  year  in  assessments  over  and  above  the  McXa- 
mara  swindle.  Only  the  grafters  themselves  have  the 
least  idea  of  the  disposition  of  this  vast  hoard.  It  is 
a  fraud  that  dwarfs  the  South  Sea  bubble,  greater  far 
than  any  of  the  historic  swindles  that  are  remembered 
for  their  impudence  and  their  success.  Never  yet  was 
there  a  body  of  men  so  "easy"  as  organized  labor,  so 
willing  to  be  robbed,  so  abject  under  imposition  and 
threats.  Even  sheep  make  some  ineffective  bleat 
against  the  shearing  process,  but  if  the  unionists  of 
California  are  disposed  to  grumble  they  do  it  under 
their  breath.  They  know  whose  collar  they  wear,  and 
they  know  the  results  of  disobedience. 

But  they  must  surely  wonder  how  their  money  is 
spent.  Mr.  Darrow  can  not  have  had  the  whole  of  it. 
He  admits  the  receipt  of  $110,000.  He  also  admits 
having  spent  it,  and  a  court  of  law  at  the  present 
moment  is  trying  to  discover  how  he  spent  it.  But 
$110,000  is  a  mere  drop  in  the  bucket.  This  is  a  ques- 
tion of  millions,  not  of  thousands,  and  surely  organ- 
ized labor  must  be  anxious  to  know  where  the  millions 
went.  It  came  from  their  pockets.  This  is,  of  course, 
a  question  for  the  unions  themselves  to  ask,  and  we 
may  have  a  suspicion  that  they  will  ask  it  as  soon  as 
their  dumb  patience  is  exhausted.  And  yet,  in  a  sense, 
this  is  also  a  matter  of  public  concern.  That  the  in- 
competent are  entitled  to  protection  against  imposition 
is  a  wholesome  axiom  of  law.  Village  school  teachers, 
country  clergymen,  and  the  unsophisticated  in  general 
are  protected  against  the  bucket  shop,  the  mail  order 
swindle,  and  the  gold  brick  adventurer.  The  postoffice 
issues  fraud  orders  against  thieves  and  impostors  and 
does  what  it  can  to  stand  between  the  hawk  and  the 
pigeon.  Why  should  not  organized  labor  be  similarly 
protected,  even  against  its  will,  since  the  spectacle  of 
wholesale  robbery  is  demoralizing  to  the  public  at 
large?  There  was  never  a  servant  girl  in  greater  need 
of  aid,  never  a  country  clergyman  or  a  village  post- 
mistress so  helpless,  so  innocent,  so  guileless,  in  pres- 
ence of  the  extortioner.  The  protest  against  the  high 
price  of  living  comes  mainly  from  the  class  of  workers 
who  feel  the  pinch  more  severely  than  some  others. 
It  is  to  be  feared  that  the  difficulty  of  making  both 
ends  meet  will  grow  more  grievous  still  so  long  as 
Messrs.  Gompers,  Tveitmoe,  Clancy,  and  Darrow  re- 
main at  the  seat  of  custom  and  issue  their  tax  warrants 
with  no  other  restraint  than  their  estimate  of  what  the 
traffic  will  bear.  To  their  own  rapacity  there  will  never 
be  a  limit. 

But  the  handwriting  is  on  the  wall.  Organized  labor 
will  one  day  assert  its  manhood,  and  while  refusing 
to  be  robbed  for  the  personal  benefit  of  a  few  pirates 
or  for  the  enlargement  of  a  few  murderers  it  will  con- 
form itself  once  more  with  an  economic  law  that  is  as 
old  as  civilization  and  that  demands  efficiency  as  the 
price  of  prosperity.  It  is  impossible  to  believe  that 
organized  labor  can  evade  the  protest  against  privilege 
that  is  growing  stronger  every  day,  or  that  it  can  exalt 
itself  for  long  into  a  peculiar  and  favored  caste  that  is 
:a  defiance  of  every  American  principle.  Nor  can  we 
believe  that  organized  labor  will  wish  to  do  so  as  soon 
as  it  recovers  from  the  mesmerism  of  a  few  noisy 
loafers  like  Tveitmoe,  ruffians  like  McCarthy,  rogues 
like  Ruef,  or  tricksters  like  Gompers.  It  is  impossible 
to  believe  that  the  great  masses  of  union  labor  through- 
out the  country  will  tolerate  crime  after  they  have  once 
recognized  crime,  still  less  that  they  will  adopt  crime 
as  a  policy.  It  is  impossible  to  believe  that  they  will 
accept  a  gospel  of  laziness,  or  enmity,  or  of  a  class 
warfare  that  would  be  more  ruinous  to  the  country 
than  an  invasion,  and  that  they  should  allow  them- 
selves indefinitely  to  be  robbed  by  a  few  greedy  pirates 
who  would  hardly  be  allowed  inside  a  decent  house- 
hold is  contrary  to  human  nature. 

It  is  a  pity,  a  calamity,  that  these  evils  have  already 
gone  so  far  and  that  organized  labor  has  allowed  itself 
to  postpone  a  triumph  that  was  so  easily  within  its 
grasp.  Organized  labor  could  have  so  shaped  its  course 
that  every  competent  worker  in  the  country  would  have 
hastened  eagerly  to  join  it  and  so  to  prove  his  compe- 
tency. As  it  is,  only  a  small  minority  of  the  workers 
belong  to  its  ranks,  and  very  many  of  those  that  are 
there  are  influenced  by  terrorism  rather  than  by  an  en- 
lightened self-interest.  Organized  labor  could  have  so 
shaped  its  course  that  employers  would  have  insisted 
upon    a   ui  ;on    card    as  the  best   of   all   guaranties   of 


skillful  work.  And  this  could  have  been  done  without 
arousing  a  single  passion,  or  prompting  a  single  crime, 
or  awakening  a  single  hate  or  enmity.  It  could  have 
been  done  to  the  measureless  advantage  of  labor  and 
capital  alike,  and  therefore  of  the  nation  as  a  whole. 

It  will  be  done  yet,  but  not  under  the  leadership  of 
the  vulgar  cheats,  the  swaggering  and  truculent  ruffians 
who  have  forced  themselves  to  the  front  and  assumed 
the  command  of  honest  men  with  whom  they  have  not 
one  instinct  in  common.  No  civilized  country  of  today 
can  afford  to  do  without  labor  unionism  of  some  kind, 
without  the  organization  of  force  that  means  self-pro- 
tection as  well  as  efficiency.  But  it  must  be  a  labor 
unionism  that  gives  value  for  value,  and  that  asserts 
its  rights  with  dignity  and  toleration.  And  rights  that 
are  so  asserted  are  rarely  challenged. 


Inconsistency  and  Ingratitude. 

The  policy  of  the  bull  moose  in  the  case  of  Illinois  is 
peculiarly  and  grossly  flagrant.  In  the  period  pre- 
ceding the  Republican  convention,  Governor  Deneen, 
out  of  devotion  to  "progressive"  ideas  and  on  the 
score  of  personal  friendship,  organized  the  move- 
ment which  gave  the  Illinois  delegation  to  Mr.  Roose- 
velt. In  the  primary  election  by  which  these  delegates 
were  chosen,  Mr.  Deneen  was  a  candidate  for  nomina- 
tion to  the  governorship.  In  one  campaign  he  achieved 
a  double  success — one  for  himself,  one  for  Mr.  Roose- 
velt. In  the  convention  Mr.  Deneen's  personal  and 
political  powers  were  exerted  in  their  fullest  measure 
in  behalf  of  Mr.  Roosevelt.  He  was  a  true  and 
courageous  friend  at  a  time  when  friendship  was 
needed.  If  ever  in  American  politics  one  man  deserved 
consideration  and  favor  at  the  hands  of  another,  Gov- 
ernor Deneen  deserved  consideration  and  favor  at  the 
hands  of  Mr.  Roosevelt. 

Furthermore  the  "cause"  for  which  Governor  Deneen 
stood  in  the  Illinois  primary  election  was  the  self- 
same to  which  Mr.  Roosevelt  professes  undying  de- 
votion. It  was  essentially  and  conspicuously  the  cause 
of  "rule-of-the-people."  Rule-of-the-people  as  defined 
and  indorsed  by  Roosevelt  spoke  emphatically  for  Gov- 
ernor Deneen  in  the  tremendous  majority  which  made 
him  the  Republican  nominee  for  the  governorship. 

But  because  Governor  Deneen  does  not  see  his  way, 
having  accepted  the  nomination  at  the  hands  of  the 
Republicans  of  Illinois,  to  "alter  the  conditions  of  his 
contract"  with  the  people,  Mr.  Roosevelt  proposes  to 
"punish"  him  by  putting  a  bull  moose  state  ticket  into 
the  field.  He  will  do  this,  not  in  any  hope  of  electing 
his  ticket,  but  to  embarrass  Deneen.  To  accomplish 
this  he  will  give  the  lie  to  the  principle  of  rule-of-the- 
people.  He  will  disregard  the  obligations  implied  in 
Mr.  Deneen's  support  of  him  (Roosevelt)  in  the  pri- 
maries and  later  in  the  convention.  He  will  disregard 
the  motives  of  gratitude  and  good-will  which  he  ought 
to  cherish  on  personal  grounds.  A  more  arrogant,  a 
more  unmanly,  proceeding  could  not  be  conceived. 

If  Mr.  Roosevelt's  devotion  to  the  principle  of  polit- 
ical consistency  were  at  issue,  then  there  might  be 
some  sort  of  justification  for  a  course  calculated  to 
break  down  or  embarrass  Governor  Deneen.  The 
exigencies  of  political  action  do  sometimes  so  place 
a  political  leader  that  he  must  in  standing  for  a  prin- 
ciple also  stand  in  opposition  to  old  friendships,  to  dis- 
regard certain  fixed  obligations.  But  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
course  in  Illinois  finds  no  such  justification,  for  he  is 
not  standing  for  the  principle  of  consistency  elsewhere. 
In  California,  in  Pennsylvania,  and  in  several  other 
states  he  is  pursuing  a  course  in  direct  conflict  at  the 
point  of  principle  with  his  course  in  Illinois.  What  he 
is  doing  in  that  state  is  not  done  for  principle,  for  con- 
sistency ;  it  is  done  in  malice  and  for  revenge.  He  pro- 
poses to  "get  even"  with  Governor  Deneen  because  he 
will  not  stultify  his  judgment  and  his  conscience  and 
alter  the  terms  of  his  contract  with  the  people,  under 
the  principle  of  rule-of-the-people,  to  promote  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  personal  interest  and  give  emphasis  to  his 
political  hatreds. 

There  was  a  time  when  the  American  people  regarded 
ingratitude  as  the  grossest  of  political  crimes.  There 
was  a  time  when  a  man  to  make  effective  appeal  to 
public  favor  had  to  come  before  the  public  with  clean 
hands.  We  have  now  to  see  if  old  principles,  old 
standards,  old  sentiments,  are  forgotten. 


The  Oakland  Strike. 

The  workmen  on  the  new  city  hall  at  Oakland  acted 

within   their   rights   when   they   laid   down   their   tools 

and  went  on  strike.     They  have  the  free  choice  to  work 

t  as  they  please,  although  it  may  be 


said  in  passing  that  the  right  of  choice  which  they 
claim  for  themselves  they  deny  to  all  others  who  do  not 
happen  to  belong  to  their  organization. 

But  the  action  of  the  city  officials  is  quite  another 
matter.  We  learn  from  the  report  that  the  city  of  Oak- 
land "entered  into  a  guaranty"  that  all  the  work  should 
be  done  by  union  labor.  Presumably  this  means  that  a 
few  pusillanimous  officials,  acting  without  warrant  or 
authority,  allowed  themselves  to  be  bullied  into  a  prom- 
ise to  discriminate  in  favor  of  one  class  of  citizens  and 
against  another.  Such  is  the  habit  of  officialism,  with 
the  terror  of  a  few  adverse  votes  before  its  eyes.  It 
is  time  now  that  Americanism  and  decency  should  show 
that  it,  too,  has  votes,  and  that  it  will  use  them  for 
justice  in  the  same  way  that  the  enemies  of  decency 
and  Americanism  use  their  votes  for  injustice. 

The  Oakland  city  hall  is  being  built  with  public 
money.  It  is  to  be  presumed  that  non-unionists  are 
asked  for  taxes  in  Oakland  as  well  as  unionists,  that 
all  contribute  alike  under  the  law.  Then  by  what  right 
have  a  few  officials  dared  to  say  that  the  advantage 
accruing  to  the  spending  of  that  public  money  shall  be 
restricted  to  the  members  of  a  private  organization,  an 
organization  that  has  no  standing  under  the  law,  that 
is,  in  fact,  an  enemy  of  the  law  ? 

The  incident  is  a  shameful  one.  It  is  shameful  that 
such  a  guaranty  should  be  given.  It  is  still  more 
shameful  to  witness  the  fever  of  apology  with  which 
the  Oakland  officials  hasten  to  creep  and  crawl  before 
the  offended  unions.  Of  what  are  they  afraid?  Dyna- 
mite ?     Or  merely  votes  ? 

Some  strenuous  effort  will  have  to  be  made  to  defeat 
this  sort  of  thing.  It  is  greatly  to  be  wished  that  Oak- 
land contained  some  citizen  of  sufficient  public  spirit 
to  ascertain  the  names  of  those  actually  responsible  for 
this  abominable  guaranty  and  to  make  it  his  business 
to  consolidate  the  electoral  decency  of  Oakland  against 
them.  The  ballot-box  as  a  retributive  agent  ought  not 
to  be  left  wholly  to  the  thug. 


The  Election  of  1908. 
In  the  presidential  election  of  1908,  Mr.  Taft  carried 
twenty-eight  of  the  then  forty-six  states  and  won  two 
votes  out  of  eight  in  the  State  of  Maryland.  In 
the  Electoral  College  Mr.  Taft's  vote  was  321  against 
Bryan's  162,  a  majority  of  159.  Taft's  popular  vote 
over  Bryan  was  1,269,804,  and  his  popular  vote  over  all 
other  candidates  was  469,374.     The  states  which  gave 

their  votes  to  Taft  with  Taft's  plurality  in  each  were 
as  follows: 

California 86,906  10 

Connecticut 44.660  7 

Delaware 2,943  3 

Idaho 16,526  3 

Illinois 189,999  27 

Indiana 10,731  15 

Iowa 74,439  13 

Kansas 36,007  10 

Maine  31,584  6 

Maryland 2 

Massachusetts 110,423  16 

Michigan 159,809  14 

Minnesota 86.442  1 1 

Missouri 629  18 

Montana 3,007  3 

New  Hampshire  19,494  4 

New  Jersey  82,759  12 

New  York   202,602  39 

North  Dakota  24,795  4 

Ohio 69,591  23 

Oregon 24,481  4 

Pennsylvania 297,001  34 

Rhode  Island 19,236  4 

South  Dakota  27,270  4 

Vermont 2S.056  4 

Washington 47,371  5 

West  Virginia    26,451 

Wisconsin 81.115  13 

Wyoming 5,928  3 

Mr.  Bryan  carried : 

Alabama 49.069  1 1 

Arkansas 30,255  9 

Colorado 2,944  5 

Florida .20,450  5 

Georgia 30,721  13 

Kentucky 8.381  13 

Louisiana 54,610  9 

Maryland 6 

Mississippi    55,924  10 

Nebraska 4,102  S 

Nevada 437  3 

North  Carolina 22,058  12 

Oklahoma 11,899  7 

South  Carolina 58,325  9 

Tennessee 17,284  12 

Texas 151.636  IS 

Virginia 30,373  12 

In  the  same  election  there  were  five  other  president! 


August  3,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


candidacies,  representing  the  Socialist,  the  Prohibition, 
the  Socialist-Labor,  the  Populist,  and  Independence 
League  parties.  The  votes  for  these  several  candi- 
dacies was  as  follows: 

Debs  Chafin      Gillhaus  Watson    Hisgen 

Soc.  Pro.       Soc.-Lab.      Pop.      Ind.  L. 

Alabama 1,399  665           ....          1,565             495 

Arkansas 5,842  1,194           ....          1,026             289 

California 28,659       11,770  4,278 

Colorado 7,947         5,559  

Connecticut 5,113  2,380            60S          ....            728 

Delaware 239  670  30 

Florida 3,747  1,356  1,946  553 

Georgia 584  1,059           ....        16,969               77 

Idaho 6,400  1.986  119 

Illinois 34,691  29,343          1,651             633          7,709 

Indiana 13,476  18,045             643          1,193             514 

Iowa 8,287  9,837  261  404 

Kansas 12,420  5,033  68 

Kentucky 4,060  5.S87             404             333             200 

Louisiana 2,538  82 

Maine 1,758  1,487  700 

Maryland 2,323  3,302  485 

Massachusetts...    10,781  4,379  1,018  19,239 

Michigan 11,536        16.974  1,096  742 

Minnesota 14,527       11,107  426 

Mississippi 978  ....            ....          1,276           .... 

Missouri 15,431  4,231             S6S          1,165             402 

Montana 5,855  827  481 

Nebraska 3,524         5,179  

Nevada 2,103  436 

New  Hampshire.  .      1,299  905  584 

New  Jersey 10,253         4,934  1,196  2,922 

New  York 38,451        22,667  3,877  35,817 

No.  Carolina 378  360  

No.  Dakota 2,421         1,553  43 

Ohio 33,795  11,402             720             163             475 

Oklahoma 21,734  412  245 

Oregon 7,339  2,682  289 

Pennsylvania  ....    33,913  36,691          1,222           ....          1,057 

Rhode  Island   ....      1,365  1.016  183  1,105 

So.  Carolina  100  42 

So.   Dakota    2,846         4,039  88 

Tennessee 1,870  300  1,081  332 

Texas 7..870         1,634  972  115 

Utah 4,895  87 

Vermont 799  804 

Virginia 255  1,111              25            105              51 

Washington 14,177         4,700  249 

West  Virginia  ..  .      3,679  5,139  46 

Wisconsin 28,170        11,572  314  

Wyoming 1,715  66  64 

420,793  253,840       13,825       29,100       82,872 

Since  the  election  of  1908  two  states  have  been  ad- 
mitted to  the  Union.  Arizona  in  the  congressional 
election  of  1908  went  Republican  by  a  majority  of  70S. 
Arizona  will  have  three  votes  in  the  Electoral  College. 
New  Mexico,  which  will  likewise  have  three  votes  in 
the  Electoral  College,  went  Republican  in  1908  by  a 
plurality  of  388  votes. 


Editorial  Notes. 

Mr.  Rolph,  eminent  engineer  that  he  is,  will  per- 
sonally investigate  the  Sierra  water  supply ;  in  his  ab- 
sence Ed  Rainey  and  Mike  Casey  will  run  the  affairs 
of  the  city  as  usual.  We  say  as  usual,  for  between 
social  appearances,  holiday  speech-making,  and  getting 
himself  photographed,  our  worthy  mayor,  even  in  ordi- 
nary times,  has  little  leisure  for  the  serious  affairs  of 
the  municipality.  

Mrs.  Gertrude  Atherton  is  in  several  ways  a 
very  clever  woman.  But  it  appears  that  she  has 
yet  to  acquire  the  graces  of  self-restraint,  yet  to  learn 
that  causes  are  not  advanced  by  arraignments  and  scold- 
ings. Mrs.  Atherton  has  a  perfect  right  to  opinions 
respecting  the  sphere  of  woman.  Other  women  have 
the  right  to  other  opinions.  But  Mrs.  Atherton  has  as 
little  right  to  censure  and  berate  women  who  neglect  or 
resent  her  views  as  other  women  have  to  arraign  and 
denounce  hers.  Mrs.  Atherton  no  doubt  would  resent 
the  suggestion  that  while  loud-voiced  methods  of  deal- 
ing with  public  questions  may  sometimes  be  excused 
in  a  man,  such  methods  are  never  becoming  in  a  woman 
— no  matter  how  many  books  she  may  have  written  or 
upon  what  basis  she  may  have  established  her  own 
standards.  No  woman  ever  yet  sang  bass  in  a  manner 
to  win  approval.  

Another  circumstance  which  exposes  the  revengeful 
and  destructive  spirit  of  the  third-party  movement  is 
the  "policy"  adopted  by  the  bull  moose  in  the  State  of 
Idaho.  Senator  Borah  comes  up  this  year  for  re- 
election under  conditions  of  some  difficulty.  The  state 
is  broken  into  factions,  geographical,  personal,  polit- 
ical, and  religious.  In  spite  of  high  abilities  and 
achieved  prestige,  Mr.  Borah  has  before  him  what  in 
the  language  of  politics  is  called  a  hard  fight.  Now 
upon  this  situation  Manager  Dixon,  under  instruction 


from  Mr.  Roosevelt,  is  about  to  intrude  a  bull  moose 
candidate,  not  in  the  hope  of  success,  but  just  to 
make  trouble  for  Borah.  It  appears  to  be  forgotten 
that  Mr.  Borah  is  a  staunch  supporter  of  the  progres- 
sive cause,  that  through  his  energies  a  progressive  dele- 
gation was  sent  to  Chicago,  that  under  his  leadership 
a  consistent  and  persistent  fight  was  made  in  the  con- 
vention in  behalf  of  Mr.  Roosevelt.  It  is  forgotten 
that  Mr.  Borah  gave  to  the  Roosevelt  candidacy  before 
the  convention  a  large  measure  of  its  force  and  pretty 
much  all  of  its  dignity.  It  seems  only  to  be  remem- 
bered that  when  it  came  to  a  choice  between  working 
through  the  Republican  party  and  organizing  an  inde- 
pendent movement,  Mr.  Borah  chose  to  take  the  former 
course.  There  is  no  memory,  there  is  no  gratitude. 
Whoever  is  not  for  me,  says  the  bull  moose,  is  anathema. 
To  decline  affiliation  with  the  new  movement  is  to  wipe 
out  everything  due  to  past  friendship  and  favor,  to  be 
made  the  victim  of  a  special  malevolence,  to  be  embar- 
rassed and  thwarted  wherever  possible. 


C.  M.  Morse,  convicted  of  fraud  and  sentenced  to 
a  long  term  in  prison  and  pardoned  a  few  months  back 
that  he  might  die  amid  domestic  consolations,  turns  up 
hale  and  husky  at  the  head  of  a  new  organization  seek- 
ing to  "organize"  a  department  of  ocean  transportation. 
President  Taft  will  probably  be  more  careful  when  next 
he  is  urged  to  pardon  a  criminal.  He  ought  to  have 
been  more  careful  in  the  case  of  Mr.  Morse. 


Over  in  Oakland  they  are  getting  a  practical  lesson  in 
the  value  of  the  recall  as  a  working  device  in  the 
municipal  scheme.  They  are  finding  that  besides  limit- 
ing the  selection  of  officials  to  men  willing  to  seek 
office,  the  recall  comes  directly  to  the  hand  of  the 
social  agitator  and  disturber.  Nothing  better  adapted 
to  the  uses  of  the  professional  and  incurable  crank, 
more  easily  available  for  maintaining  a  carnival  of  un- 
certainty and  confusion  or  for  running  a  municipality 
into  wasteful  and  ruinous  extravagances,  could  possibly 
be  devised.  The  Oakland  community  was  early  to 
establish  the  recall  as  related  to  municipal  officials  and 
it  lent  an  active  hand  in  the  business  of  applying  it  to 
state  affairs.  There  are  now,  it  appears,  a  good  many 
citizens  of  Oakland  who  would  like  to  have  the  oppor- 
tunity to  undo  the  mischiefs  they  helped  to  create. 
Tardily  it  is  coming  to  be  seen  that  there  are  advan- 
tages of  administrative  strength,  of  municipal  peace,  of 
social  economy  in  a  carefully  devised  system  providing 
for  a  limited  but  fixed  tenure  in  office.  Berkeley  got 
a  lesson  to  this  effect  a  year  ago.  Other  communities 
not  yet  instructed  by  experience  will  get  their  lesson 
later  on.  

Mr.  Beveridge  of  Indiana  is  a  spoiled  young  man 
who  just  can  not  live  outside  the  limelight.  Notoriety 
and  applause  are  his  meat  and  drink — in  which  respect 
he  is  very  like  another  bull  moose.  And  so  Mr.  Bev- 
eridge grasps  at  the  chance  to  preside  over  the  bull 
moose  convention,  that  he  may  have  another  brief 
hour  upon  a  platform  and  feel  himself  the  focus  of 
general  attention.  Poor,  vain  creature,  intoxicated 
with  self-love,  lost  to  those  sensibilities  which  sustain 
character  and  energy  in  the  quiet  and  wholesome  ways 
of  life !  

We  have  no  need  to  be  told  the  style  and  manner  of 
the  quack  doctor  of  divinity  who  first  created  a  local 
sensation  at  Grand  Junction,  Colorado,  by  a  vulgar 
assault  upon  "old  maids"  and  who  later  had  the  special 
fortune  to  draw  Miss  Helen  Gould  into  an  inju- 
dicious controversy.  He  is  of  the  lantern-jawed  type, 
trains  his  hair  (carefully  oiled)  in  ringlets  down  the 
back  of  his  neck,  and  has  an  enlarged  Adam's  apple 
which  works  with  a  trombone  effect  in  time  with  his 
more  unctuous  utterances.  He  has  come  to  what  he 
calls  the  ministry  through  volunteer  and  irregular 
courses  and  was  probably  in  due  order  a  country 
singing-school  teacher,  a  water-curist,  and  in  earlier 
years  a  peripatetic  agent  for  "Picturesque  America" 
and  the  "Lights  and  Shadows  of  New  York."  Prudent 
men  of  interior  antecedents  carefully  avoid  him,  fearful 
of  discovering  some  happily  forgotten  cousin  not  far 
enough  removed  for  social  comfort,  not  to  mention 
self-respect.  One  of  the  main  purposes  of  the  brute  is 
to  advertise  himself,  and  he  has  found  that  the  readiest 
way  to  do  it  is  through  vulgarities  and  personalities 
especially  emphasized  by  the  impropriety  of  their 
association  with  the  pulpit.  There  is  no  way  to  punish 
creatures  of  this  kind,  since  our  laws  are  notably  de- 
ficient at  the  point  of  dealing  with  vulgarity,  folly, 
vanity,  presumption,  and  neglect  of  the  bathing  habit. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


The  New  Party  in  Kansas  City 
The  pretense  of  the  local  Roosevelt  organ  that  the  absence 
of  the  names  of  well-known  business  men  and  citizens  of 
prominence  in  the  list  of  the  new  party  membership  is  some- 
thing to  be  proud  of,  as  showing  that  it  is  a  movement  of 
the  plain  people,  is  the  worst  kind  of  balderdash.  In  any  kind 
of  movement,  political  or  otherwise,  the  participation  of  men 
of  character  and  standing  is  highly  desirable;  it  shows  that 
the  cause  has  substantial  merit  and  is  not  merely  the  under- 
taking of  weaklings  and  ne'er-do-wells. — Kansas  City  Journal. 


The  "Chances"  in  Illinois. 
Governor  Deneen  was  renominated  for  his  post  by  a  larger 
majority  in  the  direct  primary  than  Mr.  Roosevelt  won  over 
Mr.  Taft.  Why  the  people  should  not  rule  in  the  nomination 
of  gubernatorial  candidates  as  well  as  other  candidates,  will 
undoubtedly  be  explained  in  good  time.  Putting  morals  aside, 
however,  Deneen's  declaration  in  favor  of  Taft,  after  much 
apparent  hesitation,  shows  clearly  that  the  President's  chances 
in  Illinois  are  not  absolutely  desperate  in  the  eyes  of  so  keen- 
eyed  a  politician  as  we  know  the  governor  of  Illinois  to  be. 
With  Lorimerism  out  of  the  way,  with  Canadian  reciprocity 
a  fairly  old  issue  by  November,  and  with  the  factor  of  party 
loyalty  working  in  favor  of  Mr.  Taft,  the  Roosevelt-Taft  situa- 
tion four  months  from  now  promises  to  be  less  one-sided  than 
it  was  two  and  a  half  months  ago.  At  least,  Governor  Deneen 
seems  to  think  so. — New  York  Post. 


A  Truly  Amazing  Spectacle. 

There  could  be  no  more  amazing  spectacle  than  we  are 
now  beholding.  It  seems  to  be  the  intention  of  the  Roose- 
veltians  to  seek  the  defeat  of  every  Republican  nominee  who 
can  not  be  driven  into  indorsing  their  movement  in  all  its 
extreme  phases  and  to  denounce  all  who  refuse  to  be  whipped 
in  as  unworthy  of  the  progressive  high  calling  and  support. 
The  spear  is  to  know  no  brother,  to  tolerate  only  subservient 
slaves,  and  to  be  wielded  right  and  left.  Character  and  fitness 
for  official  position  are  of  no  moment.  Was  ever  in  all  polit- 
ical history  the  ego  writ  larger,  or  the  intolerance  involved 
greater? 

It  will  be  the  marvel  of  marvels  if  a  spirit  like  this  does 
not  awaken  resentment  deep,  lasting,  and  widespread,  for  it 
contravenes  the  self-respect  and  rational  independence  of  men 
— the  inalienable  right  of  every  one  to  carry  his  sovereignty 
under  his  own  hat. — Springfield  Republican. 


A  Parable. 

Once  there  was  a  man  who  came  to  the  bank  and  passed  in 
for  credit  a  fat  roll  of  bills.  His  deposit  slip  was  made  out 
for  $253.  The  cashier  at  once  detected  counterfeits.  He 
counted  out  101  bad  bills.  The  man  seized  them  and  crammed 
them  back  into  his  pocket,  with  a  grin.  Over  his  shoulder 
he  winked  at  some  friends  who  were  standing  near.  Then 
he  hissed  between  his  teeth  that  anyway  the  other  bills  were 
all  right.  And  he  pressed  upon  the  cashier  to  make  examina- 
tion of  them. 

One  after  another  was  found  counterfeit  and  was  handed 
back,  until  only  seventy-two  were  left.  The  man  grew  more 
excited.  He  clenched  his  fists  and  threatened  violence.  He 
said  the  directors  must  pass  upon  the  money  and  say  if  it 
was  good.  The  cashier,  being  courteous,  submitted  the  matter 
to  the  board.  They  called  the  experts  in.  Some  of  the  bills 
were  better  made  than  others  and  had  a  show  of  being  gen- 
uine. They  put  them  under  the  microscope.  Not  one  could 
stand  the  test.  The  whole  bunch  was  bad.  They  told  the 
cashier  to  pass  them  back,  and  the  man  was  not  arrested, 
for  he  had  once  been  a  favored  client  of  the  bank. 

But  the  man  was  angry  and  began  to  say  "fraud"  and 
"thief"  and  "liar."  He  went  out  upon  the  street  and  shouted 
that  the  bank  was  the  den  of  robbers.  He  said  he  knew  the 
first  bunch  of  stuff  was  bad — the  101  that  .he  had  still  stuffed 
in  his  pockets.  He  was  making  no  kick  about  that.  They 
had  caught  him  with  the  goods,  and  again  he  grinned  a  savage 
grin.  And  the  next  lot — he  was  not  saying  much  about  that. 
But  the  seventy-two  he  had  left  on  the  counter !  They  were 
all  right !  Some  of  them  were !  He  wanted  credit,  and  by 
all  that  was  holy  he  was  going  to  have  it.  He  even  invoked 
the  Ten  Commandments  on  his  side.  At  least  two  of  the  bills 
were  good,  as  good  as  gold  from  California,  and  the  bank  that 
wouldn't  give  him  credit  could  go  to  smash !  He'd  let  the 
public  know.  He  was  so  furious  with  rage  and  swore  so 
stoutly,  this  counterfeiter  did,  that  some  of  the  folks  for  a 
little  while  believed  him. — Hartford  Coitrant. 


The  Colonel  and  Boss  Flinn. 
Two  of  the  country's  greatest  moralists  had  five  hours  of 
high  debate  at  Oyster  Bay  last  Monday.  The  Colonel  and 
Boss  Flinn  discussed  earnestly  the  moral  questions  involved 
in  a  joint  electoral  ticket  in  Pennsylvania.  It  was  the  An- 
gelic Doctor  and  against  the  Irrefragable  Doctor.  Needless 
to  say,  the  Irrefragable  Flinn  came  out  triumphant.  The 
Angelic  Doctor  did  not.  indeed,  confess  defeat.  He  merely 
said  that  the  final  decision  was  put  off.  Everything  is  to  be 
left  to  the  Ecumenical  Council  soon  to  meet  in  Chicago.  As 
a  loyal  son  of  the  Third  Party,  the  Colonel  will  submit  to  its 
decisions.  He  has  repeatedly  declared,  to  be  sure,  that  the 
plan  to  have  Taft  and  Roosevelt  electors  on  the  same  ticket 
in  Pennsylvania,  or  anywhere  else,  is  morally  repugnant,  and 
that  he  would  "never"  consent  to  compromise  on  that  sub- 
ject. But  that  was  before  he  had  risen  to  the  height  of 
Flinn's  great  argument.  That  eminent  reasoner  on  righteous- 
ness and  judgment  to  come  left  Oyster  Bay  in  a  highly  com- 
placent mood.  He  quietly  told  the  reporters  that  he  found  Mr. 
Roosevelt  to  have  "no  fixed  idea"  on  the  matter  they  had 
been  discussing.  It  was  simply  another  demonstration  that. 
in  the  bright  lexicon  of  Oyster  Bay,  "under  no  circumstances" 
means  "as  soon   as  convenient." — New   York  Post. 


The  hotel  and  business  men's  league  of  Xew  York  is 
determined  to  make  the  city  "bigger  and  better"  during 
the  summer  time.  One  plan  has  been  to  hold  a  series 
of  pageants  three  times  a  week,  with  illumination  of 
Riverside  Drive  and  other  plutocratic  thoroughfares. 
This  solicitude  for  the  development  of  Xew  York  is 
due  to  the  fact  that  business  is  dull  in  the  summer  and 
needs  artificial  stimulation. 


A  Spanish  aviator  nearly  lost  his  life  by  colliding 
with  a  swarm  of  locusts.  He  was  Hying  at  a  height 
of  sixty  feet,  when  he  ran  into  the  swarm,  which  so 
blinded  him  that  he  lost  control  of  the  machine  and 
fell  to  the  ground.  It  was  regarded  as  remarkable 
that  he  escaped  without  injuries. 


Mrs.  William  Yaughan  Moody  has  been  elected  one 
of  the  trustees  al  Cornell.  Her  predecessor  was  Miss 
Ruth  Putnam,  no  woman  having  been  a  trustee  in  the 
interim. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  3,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


The  bicentenary  of  Rousseau  has  called  forth  a  conflict  of 
opinion  as  to  whether  we  should  venerate  or  detest  the  man 
who  did  so  much  to  set  the  torch  to  the  despotisms  of  Eu- 
rope. The  note  of  detestation  is  sounded  most  loudly  by  M. 
Barres,  who  seems  to  think  that  too  much  enthusiasm  for 
Rousseau  is  hardly  wise  at  a  time  when  his  teachings  are 
showing  such  a  renewed  and  dangerous  vitality.  Rousseau, 
says  M.  Barres,  stirred  individuals  against  society  in  the  name 
of  nature,  and  if  he  is  to  be  worshiped  for  this  why  not 
worship  also  Gamier  and  Bonnot,  the  automobile  anarchists 
who  were  recently  destroyed  by  the  police  ?  Why  adulate 
Rousseau,  and  shoot  down  like  dogs  those  who  put  his  theo- 
ries into  practice  ?  Time  usually  struggles  to  put  a  halo 
upon  the  heads  of  men  whom  we  should  imprison  if  they 
lived  among  us  today,  and  so  we  have  the  paradox  of  these 
celebrations  in  honor  of  Rousseau  at  the  very  moment  when 
civilization  is  arming  itself  anew  against  his  modern  dis- 
ciples. Instead  of  calling  Rousseau  a  reformer  let  us  call 
him  an  anarchist,  for  that  is  what  he  was,  and  if  we  are  to 
worship  anarchy  because  it  happens  to  be  a  hundred  years 
old  let  us  at  least  have  the  courage  to  admit  that  it  is  anarchy 
we  are  worshiping.  

Once  more,  and  regretfully,  America  finds  herself  at  vari- 
ance with  the  Russian  government.  The  bone  of  contention 
is  a  man  named  Stefan  Dabrowski,  who  can  hardly  be  said 
to  be  one  of  the  old  Knickerbocker  families,  but  who  is 
nevertheless  an  American  citizen  by  the  beneficent  process 
of  naturalization.  Dabrowski  was  so  unwise  as  to  return  on 
a  visit  to  the  fair  land  of  his  birth,  and  was  promptly 
arrested  and  sent  to  Siberia  for  life  upon  a  charge  of  enter- 
taining opinions  that  the  Russian  government  does  not  like. 
Russia  entertains  the  view  that  to  be  once  a  Russian  is  to  be 
always  a  Russian,  and  that  in  sending  the  interesting  Da- 
browski to  prison  she  was  doing  no  more  than  wallop  her 
own  nigger,  which,  as  we  all  know,  is  an  inalienable  right. 
America,  on  the  other  hand,  maintains  that  Dabrowski  be- 
longs to  her,  and  so  there  is  a  little  gentle  wrangling  as  to 
his  ownership.  Which  must  be  gratifying  to  Dabrowski,  who 
is  probably  discovering  to  his  surprise  that  he  is  a  person 
of  some  importance.  

Ordinarily  the  passport  is  not  needed  in  Italy,  but  the 
Turkish  war  has  caused  a  stringency  of  the  regulations. 
Americans  who  intend  to  take  their  walks  abroad  while  the 
war  is  in  progress  would  do  well  to  furnish  themselves  with 
the  usual  mendacious  certificates  from  Washington  to  the 
effect  that  they  are  good  and  loyal  citizens  of  a  character  to 
make  angels  weep  with  envy.  Failing  this  precaution,  the 
Italian  authorities  may  look  upon  them  with  suspicion  as 
being  Turks  in  disguise  or  wild  Arabs  of  the  desert  masque- 
rading as  infidels  and  Giaours. 


The  news  from  Alaska  is  to  be  viewed  with  extreme  sus- 
picion. It  seems  that  the  floor  of  the  sea  is  slowly  rising 
and  that  fishing  beds  of  unusual  wealth  are  likely  to  result. 
The  local  geologists — bribed,  of  course — say  that  this  change 
is  due  to  volcanic  action,  but  it  seems  much  more  probable 
that  it  is  the  work  of  the  Guggenheims.  It  is  the  sort  of 
thing  they  would  do.  We  are  confirmed  in  our  suspicion  by 
the  additional  news  that  one  of  the  results  of  the  change  in 
the  level  of  the  sea  floor  will  be  to  close  Bering  Straits,  and 
this  will  make  it  quite  easy  for  an  armed  American  force  to 
enter  Russia  and  besiege  St.  Petersburg.  Evidently  more  im- 
perialism, and  a  sort  of  plot  between  Mr.  Taft  and  the  Gug- 
genheims. These  suspicions  may  be  unjust,  but  we  shall  con- 
tinue to  hold  them  until  we  receive  a  reassuring  message  from 
Mr.   Pinchot,  who  understands  such  matters. 


Why  should  there  be  a  new  life  of  Joan  of  Arc?  Why  not 
read  some  of  the  old  ones.  Eighteen  years  ago  a  catalogue 
of  works  then  existing  was  published  under  the  title  of  "Bib- 
liographic des  ouvrages  relatifs  a  Jeanne  d'Arc."  The  cata- 
logue contained  667  works  of  general  biography,  849  that  dealt 
with  particular  portions  of  the  maid's  life,  160  dramas  and  21 
operas,  and  the  compiler  assures  us  that  he  could  have  included 
another  thousand  volumes.  Since  that  time  Anatole  France, 
Andrew  Lang,  and  M.  Hanotaux  have  made  their  substantial 
contributions  to  the  same  subject,  and  now  we  have  a  bulky 
volume  from  Lieutenant-Colonel  A.  C.  P.  Haggard.  It  may 
be  justified.  It  may  be  that  recent  researches  have  brought 
to  light  something  fresh  in  the  history  of  the  Maid  of  Or- 
leans who  saw  visions  and  heard  voices,  but  at  least  we  have 
a  striking  proof  of  the  appeal  that  she  made,  and  still  makes, 
to  the  imagination  of  the  world. 


The  anarchist  does  not  usually  allow  us  to  glance  into  his 
mind.  What  we  usually  see  is  not  his  mind  at  all,  but  a 
mask  of  hysteria  and  bravado  assumed  for  purposes  of  vanity. 
But  this  is  hardly  so  in  the  case  of  Gamier,  the  automobile 
bandit  who  was  recently  shot  in  Paris.  During  the  last  days 
of  the  siege  of  the  garage,  and  when  the  bandit  expected  to 
be  captured,  but  not  to  be  killed,  he  employed  his  time  in 
writing  a  sketch  of  his  life  for  the  exclusive  information  of 
his  attorney.  He  begins  with  a  sort  of  theory  of  anarchy. 
"I  do  not  see,"  he  says,  "why  I  should  not  have  the  right 
to  eat  my  neighbor's  grapes  or  my  neighbor's  apples.  What 
has  he  done  to  give  him  any  more  right  to  them  than  I  have?" 
That  his  neighbor  had  planted  the  apples  and  the  grapes,  culti- 
vated them  and  tended  them,  apparently  had  nothing  to  do 
with  the  matter.  Gamier  admits  in  this  strange  document 
that  he  was  imp  isoned  for  theft  when  he  was  seventeen  and 
that  he  became  an  anarchist  a  year  later.  He  says:  "I  made 
the  acquaintance  of  a  few  good,  frank,  energetic  men  with 
whom  I  comm-  ted  a  burglary  because  we  had  to  live  and  did 
not  want  to  w  *-k.  I  was  then  twenty  years  and  six  months 
old."     Why  Oai  lier  should  suppose  that  he  had  to  live  is  not 


apparent.  In  fact  it  was  a  delusion  in  which  no  one  shared. 
Last  year  he  made  considerable  sums  of  money  by  burglaries 
before  the  idea  of  using  a  motor-car  occurred  to  him.  As  he 
was  unable  to  drive,  he  went  into  partnership  with  another 
ruffian  who  could.  They  stole  a  car  at  Boulogne,  murdering 
the  chauffeur  and  also  a  bank  messenger,  and  so  began  the 
reign  of  terror  that  ended  in  his  death  from  the  rifles  of 
the  police.  To  say  that  so  much  ingenuity  and  resource  might 
have  been  used  more  profitably  and  in  legitimate  ways  is  a 
common  banality.  There  is  a  certain  order  of  cleverness  and 
skill  that  lends  itself  to  crime  and  to  nothing  else. 


The  Kansas  City  Journal  prints  an  interview  with  Cooper 
Jackson,  who  has  just  returned  from  Mexico  City  after  eight 
years  of  service  as  a  reporter.  To  understand  the  news  in  a 
Mexican  newspaper,  he  says,  you  should  begin  at  the  bottom 
of  the  paragraph  and  read  up.  And  then,  in  order  to  illus- 
trate his  meaning,  he  wrote  the  following  story  in  the  ap- 
proved Mexican  style:  "Senor  Champagne  Stumpyourtoza, 
secretary  of  the  interior,  arose  yesterday  morning  at  nine 
o'clock  and  after  eating  a  hearty  breakfast  started  for  the 
government  department.  He  stopped  on  the  way  and  talked 
with  a  number  of  people  about  governmental  affairs,  reaching 
the  department  at  noon,  where  he  worked  for  an  hour.  Then 
he  took  lunch  with  a  distinguished  crowd  of  men  from  Vera 
Cruz.  After  that  he  went  back  to  the  office  and  worked  until 
five,  when  he  went  over  to  consult  the  president  of  the  re- 
public on  official  matters.  He  was  closeted  with  the  presi- 
dent for  about  two  hours.  From  the  president's  palace  he 
drove  to  his  own  home.  After  he  alighted  and  just  as  he 
was  about  to  enter  the  door  an  unknown  man  stole  up  behind 
him,  stuck  a  stiletto  in  his  back,  killing  him  instantly." 


A  correspondent  of  an  English  newspaper  gives  us  a  warn- 
ing reminder  not  without  its  present  significance  in  every 
country  of  civilization.  In  1848  Lamartine — then  leader  of 
the  National  Assembly — warned  the  Socialist  government  of 
France  that  its  policy  of  attacking  capital  was  "like  drying  up 
a  spring  in  order  to  increase  the  flow  of  water."  He  added : 
"The  'rich  idler'  we  all  know,  but  you  have  created  a  class 
one  hundred  times  more  dangerous  to  themselves  and  to  others 
— a  class  of  pauper  idlers."  That  Lamartine  was  justified  in 
his  veiled  prediction  was  speedily  shown.  The  pauper  idlers 
whom  he  feared  increased  to  the  number  of  100,000  and 
broke  out  into  an  insurrection  in  which  Paris  was  wrecked, 
3000  people  killed,  and  3500  deported  to  Algeria.  History 
repeats  itself  and  the  whole  trend  of  modern  agitation  is  to 
paralyze  capital,  create  a  vast  army  of  idle  paupers,  and  in- 
vite a  repetition  of  the  same  disasters  that  overwhelmed 
France.  

And  now  Austria  joins  the  general  chorus  of  lament  for  a 
falling  birth  rate.  The  figures  have  been  dropping  since  1902, 
and,  to  make  matters  worse,  the  death  rate  has  sometimes 
been  abnormally  high.  Austrian  officialism  is  said  to  be 
gravely  disturbed  by  this  apparent  unwillingness  to  be  born, 
and  it  need  hardly  be  said  that  the  anxiety  is  on  behalf  of 
the  army.  It  always  is  in  such  cases.  But  no  economist  has 
yet  advanced  a  reason  why  any  one  should  wish  to  be  born 
in  Austria,  nor  why  any  one  already  born  should  be  unwilling 
to  die  at  any  convenient  opportunity. 


No  one  in  England  knows  what  to  do  with  the  Crystal 
Palace,  which  is  not  surprising,  as  there  is  nothing  that  can 
be  done  with  it.  In  1911  it  was  to  be  sold  by  public  auction, 
and  doubtless  some  enterprising  bids  would  have  been  re- 
ceived from  the  junk  dealers,  but  Lord  Plymouth  interfered 
and  agreed  to  buy  it  in  the  public  interest,  said  public  in- 
terest to  make  up  its  mind  in  the  matter  at  its  leisure  and 
refund  the  deposit  money  to  Lord  Plymouth.  Now  the  share- 
holders have  insisted  upon  a  final  sale  to  some  one,  and  so 
Lord  Plymouth  will  issue  an  appeal  to  the  nation  to  come 
forward  with  plans  and  also  with  the  cash.  For  many  years 
now  the  Crystal  Palace  has  been  a  melancholy  monument  to 
the  futility  of  human  hopes  for  the  peace  of  the  world. 
Built  in  1852  for  the  first  Great  Exhibition,  it  was  to  bring 
the  nations  into  such  bonds  of  industrial  armity  that  war 
would  become  forever  impossible.  It  need  not  be  said  that 
wars  increased  in  magnitude  and  destructiveness,  being  based 
upon  something  in  human  nature  more  permanent  than  the 
glad  hand  festivities  of  an  exhibition  crowd.  And  now  after 
sixty  years  the  disposition  of  the  Crystal  Palace  has  become 
a  public  problem,  while  thoughtful  minds  all  over  Europe 
are  wondering  where  and  how  will  be  the  beginning  of  the 
great  continental  war  that  no  one  believes  can  be  postponed 
for  very  long.  

It  is  just  as  well  to  understand  what  is  going  on  in  China 
even  though  we  are  forced  away  from  some  of  that  senti- 
mental charity  that  "thinketh  no  evil."  We  are  accustomed 
to  think  of  that  country  as  struggling  toward  a  new  birth 
while  the  great  powers  of  the  world,  like  political  midwives, 
are  offering  their  pious  wishes  for  a  speedy  issue.  Nothing 
could  be  further  from  the  fact.  Russia  and  Japan,  already 
rich  with  Chinese  loot,  are  hoping  that  their  victim  will  never 
be  well  enough  to  prosecute  and  are  taking  steps  to  that  end. 
Germany  has  "yellow  peril"  on  the  brain,  the  emperor  having 
once  painted  a  picture  to  that  effect  which  settles  it.  France 
is  afraid  that  her  Chinese  possessions  may  be  endangered  by 
a  revivified  people,  and  England  is  following  the  lead  of 
her  allies  and  feels  that  she  is  well  able  to  get  her  share  of 
unconsidered  trifles  if  it  should  come  to  a  division  of  prop- 
erty. China  has  not  a  well-wisher  in  the  world  with  the  ex- 
ception of  America,  and  even  Ame'rica  is  not  entirely  disin- 
terested, seeing  that  she  has  a  keen  eye  to  the  value  of 
Chinese  trade  and  would  be  glad  enough  to  see  a  powerful 
rival  to  Japan  on  the  other  side  of  the  Pacific.  And  in  the 
meantime    the    Chinese    earthquake   continues   to    rumble. 

Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Hypatia. 
'lis  fifteen  hundred  years,  you  say, 

Since  that  fair  teacher  died 
In  learned  Alexandria 

By  the  stone  altar's  side : — 
The  wild  monks  slew  her,  as  she  lay 

At  the  feet  of  the  Crucified. 

Yet  in  a  prairie-town,   one  night, 

I  found  her  lecture-hall, 
Where  bench  and  dais  stood  aright, 

And  statues  graced  the  wall, 
And  pendant  brazen  lamps  the  light 

Of  classic  days  let  fall. 

A  throng  that  watched  the  speaker's  face, 

And  on  her  accents  hung, 
Was  gathered  there :  the  strength,  the  grace 

Of  lands  where  life  is  young 
Ceased  not,  I  saw,  with  that  blithe  race 

From  old  Pelasgia  sprung. 

No  civic  crown  the  sibyl  wore, 

Nor  academic  tire. 
But  shining  skirts,  that  trailed  the  floor 

And  made  her  stature  higher  ; 
A  written  scroll  the  lecturn  bore, 

And  flowers  bloomed  anigh  her. 

The  wealth  her  honeyed  speech  had  won 

Adorned  her  in  our  sight ; 
The   silkworm   for  her  sake  had   spun 

His  cincture,  day  and  night; 
With  broider-work  and  Honiton 

Her  open  sleeves  were  bright. 

But  still  Hypatia's  self  I  knew, 
And   saw,    with    dreamy   wonder, 

The  form  of  her  whom  Cyril  slew 
(See  Kingsley's  novel,  yonder) 

Some  fifteen  centuries  since,  'tis  true, 
And  half  a  world  asunder. 

Her  hair  was  coifed  Athenian-wise, 
With  one  loose  tress  down-flowing  ; 

Apollo's  rapture  lit  her  eyes, 
His   utterance  bestowing — 

A  silver  flute's  clear  harmonies 
On  which  a  god  was  blowing. 

Yet  not  of  Plato's  sounding  spheres, 

And  universal  Pan, 
She  spoke ;  but  searched  historic  years, 

The  sisterhood  to  scan 
Of  women — girt  with  ills  and  fears — 

Slaves  to  the  tyraift,  Man. 

Their  crosiered  banner  she  unfurled, 

And  onward  pushed  her  quest 
Through  golden  ages  of  a  world 

By  their  deliverance  blest: — 
At  all  who  stay  their  hands  she  hurled 

Defiance  from  her  breast. 

I  saw  her  burning  words  infuse 
A  warmth  through  many  a  heart, 

As  still,  in  bright  successive  views, 
She  drew  her  sex's  part ; 

Discoursing,   like  the   Lesbian   Muse, 
Of  work,  and  song,  and  art. 

Why  vaunt,  I  thought,  the  past,  or  say 

The  later  is  the  less  ? 
Our  Sappho  sang  but  yesterday, 

Of  whom  two  climes  confess 
Heaven's  flame  within  her  wore  away 

Her  earthly  loveliness. 

So  let  thy  wild  heart  ripple  on, 

Brave  girl,   through  vale  and  city  ! 

Spare,  of  its  listless  moments,  one 
To  this,  thy  poet's  ditty ; 

Nor  long  forbear,  when  all  is  done, 
Thine  own  sweet  self  to  pity. 

The  priestess  of  the  Sestian  tower, 
Whose  knight  the  sea  swam  over, 

Among  her  votaries'  gifts  no  flower 
Of  heart's-ease  could  discover  ; 

She  died,  but  in  no  evil  hour, 
Who,  dying,  clasped  her  lover. 

The  rose-tree  has  its  perfect  life 

When  the  full  rose  is  blown ; 
Some  height  of  womanhood  the  wife 

Beyond  thy  dream  has  known; 
Set  not  thy  head  and  heart  at  strife 

To  keep  thee  from  thine  own. 

Hypatia  !  thine  essence  rare 

The  rarer  joy  should  merit; 
Possess  thee  of  that  common  share 

Which  lesser  souls  inherit; 
All  gods  to  thee  their  garlands  bear — 
Take  one  from  Love  and  wear  it ! 

— Edmund  Clarence  Stedman. 
m*^ 

Dr.  Courtenay  H.  Fenn  of  Peking  relates  a  significant 
incident  of  the  recent  disorders  in  China  (says  the  Far 
East).  At  Paotingfu  the  local  banks  were  so  much 
frightened  at  the  revolutionary  outlook  that  they  sus- 
pended every  sort  of  payment  across  their  counters. 
Not  even  government  officials  nor  teachers  of  govern- 
ment schools  were  able  to  get  money  for  necessary 
expenses.  But  a  missionary  in  the  city  found  it  impor- 
tant to  obtain  $200  for  current  outlay  at  the  mission, 
and  he  sent  a  messenger  with  an  appeal  for  this  sum. 
Greatly  to  his  surprise,  the  messenger- returned  with 
$500  in  currency  and  an  offer  from  the  bankers  of  $500 
more  if  the  mission  would  be  kind  enough  to  take  it. 
The  bankers  were  in  serious  doubt  whether  the  gov- 
ernment was  going  to  continue  or  not,  but  they  were 
entirely  confident  that  Christian  missions  would  persist 
and  that  money  loaned  to  the  missionaries  was  really 
safer  than  in  their  own  coffers. 


Brazil  and  the  Congo  are  worrying  a  little  over  Pro- 
fessor Perkin's  process  for  making  synthetic  rubber. 
It  is  still  only  a  laboratory  experiment,  but  if  it  should 
succeed  commercially  like  synthetic  indigo,  it  would  be 
a  blessing  to  humanity  as  well  as  to  automobilists;  no 
crop  pays  a  heavier  toll  of  misery  than  rubber. 


August  3,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


69 


HAPPY    RELIEF   FROM  THE  ORCHESTRA. 


New  York  Musicians  Ask  Higher  Pay  and  Theatre  Managers 
Dispense  with  Their  Services. 


Most  mysterious  are  the  ways  in  which  a  real 
reformation  is  initiated  and  developed.  Who  would 
have  believed  that  a  matter  of  a  little  money  would 
suddenly  change  long-established  ideas  in  the  realm  of 
art?  For  many  years  theatre  managers  have  supposed 
that  orchestral  music  before  the  curtain  rose,  between 
the  acts,  and  at  the  close  of  the  stage  performance,  was 
an  attraction,  if  not  absolutely  indispensable.  That 
supposition  was  not  well  founded,  and  now  they  are 
beginning  to  wonder  why  they  did  not  discover  the 
fact  long  ago.  A  disagreeable  misunderstanding  con- 
cerning details  of  cost  has  illuminated  the  situation,  and 
both  playgoer  and  manager  are  surprised  and  pleased 
with  their  newly  acquired  exact  knowledge  of  condi- 
tions. A  reform  that  will  be  far-reaching  in  its  effects 
has  been  given  room  and  welcome. 

Without  the  least  indication  of  fear  that  its  demands 
would  not  meet  with  immediate  compliance,  the  Musical 
Union  recently  adopted  a  new  scale  of  prices  and  noti- 
fied the  theatre  managers  that  the  musicians  must  have 
more  pay,  and  that  the  rules  requiring  a  specified  num- 
ber of  men  in  each  orchestra  had  been  made  a  little 
more  liberal  on  the  side  of  the  employees.  The  ad- 
vances in  salary  range  from  a  quarter  of  a  dollar  a  day 
for  individual  members  to  more  than  a  thousand  dollars 
a  week  for  an  orchestra  with  a  traveling  company.  For 
instance,  under  the  old  rules  an  orchestra  with  a  musical 
show  on  tour  might  consist  of  twelve  men  at  a  cost  in 
salaries  of  $420 ;  the  new  rules  require  twenty-five  men 
at  a  salary  cost  of  $1875.  In  forty  weeks  this  increase 
would  amount  to  nearly  $60,000.  Serious  readers, 
moved  by  a  lack  of  sympathy,  may  be  inclined  promptly 
to  sustain  the  demand  of  the  union,  foreseeing  a  speedy 
decline  in  the  number  of  traveling  musical  comedy  com- 
panies. But  serious  readers  are  not  in  the  majority. 
However,  there  is  a  way  out,  and  it  is  a  good  way,  a 
pleasant  way,  a  gratifyingly  instructive  way.  The  com- 
pact and  easily  transported  upright  piano  was  invented 
especially  to  mark  the  new  course.  May  it  sound  a 
triumphal  march  along  all  the  routes  known  to  the 
advance  heralds  of  the  theatrical  profession ! 

There  is,  of  course,  a  Managers'  Association  in  New 
York.  With  all  their  rivalries  and  keen  business  com- 
petitions there  are  closely  connected  interests  among 
these  daring  directors  of  the  people's  amusements.  The 
old  "theatrical  trust"  is  not  referred  to  in  this.  That 
much  maligned  and  rarely  comprehended  institution  is 
no  longer  a  conspicuous  target.  But  the  managers  of 
the  theatres,  collectively,  trust  and  anti-trust  indis- 
tinguishable, have  come  together  and  declared  war  on 
the  musicians'  union.  They  will  not  submit  to  the  de- 
mands; more  than  that,  they  will  take  up  aggressively 
a  power  they  had  good-humoredly  delegated  to  the 
artists  of  the  baton.  In  thirteen  of  their  playhouses 
there  will  be  no  entre-act  music  next  season.  In  forty- 
one  theatres  which  will  retain  orchestras  there  will  be 
no  recognition  of  the  union.  Individual  contracts  will 
be  made  with  the  musicians  for  five  years,  without  re- 
gard to  their  affiliations.  That  is  to  say,  the  managers 
will  control  affairs  in  the  orchestra  pit,  when  neces- 
sity seems  still  to  require  the  presence  of  a  band.  But 
it  is  not  altogether  unbelievable  that  this  half-measure 
of  reform  will  expand  to  legitimate  proportions. 

Some  time  ago  David  Belasco  discontinued  the  music 
at  his  two  theatres  and  the  audiences,  who  came  to 
see  the  play,  did  not  complain.  On  the  contrary,  many 
among  them  said  it  was  a  blessed  relief.  Few  listened 
to  the  orchestra,  even  when  the  music  was  good;  fewer 
still  could  hear  it  well,  as  conversation  was  animated 
and  continuous  on  all  sides.  For  one  thing,  the  invete- 
rate and  incorrigible  talkers,  those  who  rumble  con- 
fidentially but  exasperatingly  while  the  actors  are 
speaking  on  the  stage,  may  exhaust  their  topics  or  their 
inclinations  while  the  curtain  is  down.  This  is,  of 
course,  highly  improbable,  but  we  may  hope  for  the 
best.  The  explainers  will  continue,  never  fear.  They 
will  still  be  explaining  on  the  final  day  of  judgment,  and 
explaining  something  seriously  worth  while,  then. 

Charles  Frohman  endorses  the  stand  of  the  managers 
emphatically.  He  says  he  is  willing  to  admit  that  for 
years  he  has  been  doing  "an  injustice  to  authors  by  per- 
mitting the  lines  of  their  plays  to  be  made  inaudible 
by  oboe  players  and  fiddlers."  Recently  he  heard  a 
musical  comedy  with  a  very  small  orchestra  as  accom- 
panists, and  says  that  for  the  first  time  he  understood 
all  the  words  of  the  dialogue  and  the  lyrics  and  recog- 
nized the  quality  of  the  good  singing  voices. 

Another  consideration,  which  has  not  entered  into 
the  discussion  at  all,  is  this :  The  love  of  good  music 
and  the  desire  to  hear  it  will  be  increased  by  this  re- 
form. All  this  scraping  and  strumming,  blaring  and 
booming  which  has  accompanied  the  drama,  like  that 
which  destroys  the  best  flavor  in  the  gentle  art  of 
dining,  at  the  restaurant,  has  well-nigh  tired  the  public 
of  music  of  all  kinds.  New  York  has  hundreds  of  con- 
certs during  the  season,  yet  few  of  them  are  well  at- 
tended, unless  some  star  of  the  musical  world  is  to  be 
seen  and  heard.  The  music  is  not  the  great  attrac- 
tion, as  it  should  be — as  it  will  be  when  the  public  is 
not  wearied  with  mediocre  offerings,  a  specious  sort 
of  free  ornamentation  for  other  and  dissimilar  entertain- 
ment. Give  the  fiddlers  a  hearing,  by  all  means,  but 
make  them  justify  their  calling  by  work  that  is  worthy 
to  stand  by  itself.  Let  them  furnish  the  performance 
in  the  big  tent,  and  not  a  distracting  and  gratuitous 
side-show. 


Grand  opera  is  another  matter.  There  must  be  an 
orchestra  with  grand  opera,  and  it  must  be  a  good  one. 
Presumably  there  will  be  room  for  choice  of  good  in- 
strumentalists, should  the  present  lockout  by  the  theatre 
managers  continue.  The  most  serious  question  for 
settlement  in  this  branch  of  service,  after  the  wage  scale 
is  accepted,  is  that  of  rehearsals.  In  this  the  union 
has  been  quite  as  inflexible  as  in  other  directions.  Free 
rehearsals  are  limited  to  one  for  each  stage  perform- 
ance, and  strictly  guarded  in  time.  From  two  hours  for 
familiar  works  to  four  for  new  productions  is  the  nomi- 
nation of  the  bond.  Finished  excellence  in  the  presenta- 
tion is  not  the  test.  That  is  made  a  problem  for  the 
conductor  to  solve,  and  he  is  to  have  but  one  free  trial. 
This  rule  does  not  accord  well  with  that  enforced 
upon  actors  and  singers,  who  are  expected  to  rehearse 
to  the  satisfaction  of  the  director,  and  without  pay. 
However,  the  rights  or  wrongs  of  the  whole  subject 
may  be  fully  understood  only  by  those  inside  the 
charmed  circle  of  the  profession.  The  management  at 
the  Metropolitan  will  be  obliged  to  meet  and  settle  many 
difficulties  before  the  season  opens  there  in  November. 

It  is  truly  a  happy  relief  that  is  promised  if  not  assured 
by  this  strike  of  the  musicians.  Compared  with  the 
strike  of  the  cooks  and  waiters  it  is  a  dream  of  delight, 
while  that  was  a  lingering  nightmare.  Some  good  has 
come  out  of  the  rebellion  in  the  kitchen  and  the  dining- 
room;  a  much  greater  and  more  enduring  reform  will 
surely  follow  this  effort  to  coerce  the  theatre  managers. 

New  York,  July  25,  1912.  Flaneur. 
■  ■■ 

The  number  of  "boom"  towns  that  have  vanished 
from  the  map  of  Kansas  is  put  at  2500,  according  to 
the  report  given  out  recently  by  the  Kansas  Historical 
Society.  It  is  said  some  of  them  once  had  populations 
running  as  high  as  5000.  Kansas  is  not  alone  in  this 
experience.  No  land  or  town  lot  speculators  would, 
for  instance,  have  chosen  the  site  of  Chicago  for  a 
city;  it  had  rivals  in  its  infancy  that  used  to  sneer  at  it 
as  a  "mud-hole."  These  rivals  are  now  forgotten  and 
Chicago  is  climbing  toward  a  population  of  3,000,000. 
No  speculator  in  lands  and  lots  would  have  chosen  the 
site  of  Kansas  City,  and  yet  the  little  boat-landing 
among  the  bluffs  insisted  upon  attracting  people,  in 
growing,  and  in  passing  towns  and  cities  all  around  it 
that  possessed,  apparently,  far  greater  advantages. 
Fifty  years  ago  almost  anybody  would  have  preferred 
Nebraska  City  or  Brownsville  to  Omaha,  but  Omaha 
prevailed.  On  the  Ohio,  the  Mississippi,  and  the  Mis- 
souri rivers,  "landings"  that  were  lively  and  prosper- 
ous towns  in  old  steamboating  days  are  now  either 
obscure  villages  or  unprogressive  towns,  or  else  they 
have  entirely  disappeared. 


Dr.  Mary  Mills  Patrick,  president  of  the  American 
College  for  Girls  at  Constantinople,  arrived  in  New 
York  a  few  days  ago  on  a  short  visit  to  her  native 
country.  At  the  present  time  there  are  250  students, 
Bulgarians,  Armenians,  Greeks,  Persians,  Turks,  Jews, 
Hungarians,  and  Germans  in  the  college.  These  girls 
all  live  in  dormitories  built  after  American  plans  and 
mostly  with  American  money.  Mrs.  Russell  Sage,  Miss 
Helen  Gould,  and  John  D.  Rockefeller  have  given  large 
sums  to  Dr.  Patrick  for  her  work. 


The  loftiest  mountains  in  the  world  are  something 
over  five  miles  high,  but  there  are  ocean  depths  of  over 
six  miles.  The  German  surveyship  Planet  sends  word 
that  she  has  made  the  deepest  sounding  thus  far  taken. 
About  forty  sea  miles  off  the  north  coast  of  Mindanao, 
the  largest  and  most  southerly  of  the  important  islands 
of  the  Philippines,  the  Planet  found  a  depth  of  32,078 
feet.  In  other  words,  the  Pacific  where  the  sounding 
was  taken  was  a  depth  of  6.07  miles,  exceeding  by  482 
feet  the  greatest  depth  hitherto  shown. 
■■» 

One  of  the  richest  countries  in  the  world  is  that 
part  of  the  Malay  Peninsula  known  as  the  Federated 
States.  These  provinces  are  still  under  the  rule  of 
their  native  chiefs  or  sultans,  though  they  are  assisted 
by  a  British  adviser.  The  tin  mines  of  these  small 
states  are  more  valuable  than  most  gold  mines,  for  they 
produce  nearly  half  the  world's  supply  of  tin,  and  the 
result  is  an  overflowing  treasury  for  the  states.  Vast 
forests    of    rubber    trees    are    also    proving    extremely 

profitable. 

■■■  

A  feminist  of  the  University  of  Paris  asserts  that  of 
the  three  oldest  universities  of  western  Europe — Sa- 
lerno, Bologna,  and  Paris — two  were  open  from  the 
first  to  women.  Those  were  Salerno  and  Bologna.  The 
other  day  an  Englishwoman  told  an  audience  that  in 
the  fifteenth  century  girls  knew  Greek  as  very  few  girls 
know  it  today.  It  often  happens  that  progress  consists 
only  in  imitating  something  that  the  world  has  laid 
aside. 

The  Sikh  policemen  of  Shanghai  speak  the  language 
of  nobody  at  all  in  the  city  except  themselves,  but  from 
the  standpoint  of  the  people  of  the  settlement  they  are 
ideal  police,  for  in  case  of  a  row  between  a  white  man 
and  a  Chinese  they  do  not  bother  to  reason  or  figure 
out  the  case,  but  simply  belt  the  native  over  the  head. 
The  Chinese  hate  and  fear  the  Sikhs  and  when  a  native 
riot  occurs,  and  they  are  not  infrequent,  the  men  from 
India  are  the  first  point  of  attack. 

^m*^  

Kilkenny  Castle  is  one  of  the  oldest  inhabited  houses 
in  the  world,  many  of  the  rooms  being  much  as  they 
were  800  years  ago. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


John  M.  Hamilton,  representative  of  the  Fourth  Dis- 
trict of  West  Virginia  in  Congress,  claims  the  largest 
family  of  any  member  of  the  lower  house.  Recently 
a  daughter  came  into  the  home,  bringing  the  number  of 
his  children  up  to  fifteen. 

The  Rev.  P.  A.  Rudolph,  pastor  of  the  Free  Meth- 
odist Church  at  Keyesport,  Illinois,  is  serving  as  chief 
of  police.  He  was  given  a  two  weeks'  trial,  and  so 
satisfactory  was  his  work  that  he  was  appointed  to  the 
office.  He  receives  $35  a  month.  In  addition  he  fills 
the  office  of  street  commissioner,  but  has  time  to  look 
after  the  spiritual  welfare  of  his  flock. 

Miss  Hedwig  Martius,  a  brilliant  student  of  Rostock. 
Germany,  recently  won  the  highest  award  in  the  philo- 
sophical contest  in  connection  with  the  anniversary 
celebration  of  the  University  of  Gottingen.  Of  the 
works  submitted,  only  one,  that  of  Miss  Martius,  was 
found  worthy  of  a  prize.  She  chose  for  her  subject, 
"The  Perceptival-Theoretical  Principles  of  Positivism." 

Lord  Reay,  chairman  of  the  dinner  recently  given 
by  the  Dutch  colony  in  London  in  honor  of  the  birth- 
day of  the  Princess  Juliana,  is  not  only  a  baron  of  Scot- 
land and  of  the  United  Kingdom,  but  also  holds  a 
peerage  in  the  Netherlands,  being  Baron  Mackay  of 
Ophemcrt.  He  was  born  in  The  Hague  in  1839,  but 
moved  to  Scotland  many  years  ago,  becoming  an  Eng- 
lish citizen  by  naturalization  in  1877.  He  has  held 
many  important  offices,  and  is  now  president  of  the 
Royal  Asiatic  Society  and  of  University  College,  Lon- 
don. 

Captain  Arthur  Fisher,  for  twenty  years  at  the  head 
of  the  Japanese  pilots,  is  a  Nantucket  man,  who  has 
followed  the  sea  from  the  age  of  five  years,  having  that 
early  in  life  begun  voyaging  with  his  father,  a  success- 
ful commander  of  half  a  century  ago.  Captain  Fisher 
has  many  times  circled  the  globe,  and  has  sailed  many 
vessels.  His  present  position  is  a  paying  one,  though 
with  many  cares  and  heavy  responsibilities.  During 
his  career  as  a  pilot  he  has  taken  hundreds  of  ships  in 
safety  through  the  treacherous  Japanese  waters.  His 
home  is  at  Kobe. 

James  M.  Buckley,  D.  D.,  the  "bishop-maker"  of  the  ' 
Methodist  Episcopal  church,  has  just  withdrawn  from 
active  service,  having  dominated  every  conference 
since  1859.  During  that  period  he  has  "made"  fifty- 
one  bishops.  He  was  born  at  Railway,  New  York, 
seventy-five  years  ago.  As  a  child  and  young  man  he 
battled  for  life  against  consumption,  and  is  today  in 
better  health  than  most  men  at  his  age.  His  first 
church  was  at  Dover,  New  Hampshire.  For  twenty- 
eight  years  he  served  as  editor  of  the  Christian  Advo- 
cate, the  leading  Methodist  publication. 

Miss  Kathryan  Ballou,  one  of  the  most  active  mem- 
bers of  the  brokerage  division  of  the  cottonseed  product 
trade,  is  believed  to  be  the  only  woman  broker  in  the 
business.  She  lives  in  Memphis,  Tennessee,  and  has 
been  unusually  successful  in  the  work  she  has  chosen. 
Miss  Ballou  first  went  into  the  business  as  an  em- 
ployee in  the  office  of  a  broker  in  Memphis.  After  a 
year  there  she  started  out  for  herself,  on  a  very  small 
scale  at  first.  Her  business  increased  to  such  an  ex- 
tent, however,  that  she  now  has  two  large  offices  in 
the  Exchange  Building  and  a  large  and  competent  office 
force  to  take  care  of  her  orders. 

Wynford  Dewhurst,  the  English  artist,  has  been  paid 
the  highest  honor  possible  to  a  living  painter  by  the 
French   government,   which   has   purchased   his   "Effet 
d'Hiver,"  which  has  been  on  exhibition  at  the  Durand 
Ruel   Galleries.     Only  ten  pictures  a  year  are  chosen     ' 
from  the  works  of  artists  of  all  nationalities  .  id  added 
to  the  Luxembourg  collection.     Dewhurst  is  a  :         •  of 
Manchester,  and  was  intended  for  the  legal  pro 
but  gave  up  the  study  of  law  for  the  study  of  art. 
spent  five  years  in  Paris  under  the  best  teachers.     He  is 
an  officer  de  I'Academie  des   Beaux-Arts   and  is  well 
known  as  an  author  and  lecturer  on  art. 

Julio  Betancourt,  the  new  Envoy  Extraordinary  and 
Minister  Plenipotentiary  of  the  Republic  of  Colombia 
to  the  United  States,  represented  his  country  for  twenty 
years  as  minister  at  Madrid.  During  this  time  his  gov- 
ernment sent  him  on  several  special  missions  to  other 
European  capitals,  notably  on  one  to  Paris  from  1898 
to  1901.  He  was  successful  in  settling  the  boundary 
questions  between  Colombia  and  Venezuela,  and  be- 
tween Colombia  and  Costa  Rica,  the  latter  controversy 
having  been  arbitrated  by  President  Loubet  of  the 
French  republic  in  accordance  with  the  brief  presented 
on  behalf  of  Colombia  by  Senor  Betancourt.  This 
award  gave  Admiralty  Bay  and  the  adjoining  lands  to 
Colombia. 

Thomas  Chew,  whose  advice  and  counsel  is  sought  in 
all  sections  of  the  country  where  boy's  clubs  are  in  ope- 
ration or  being  organized,  has  been  superintendent  of 
the  Boys'  Club  of  Fall  River,  Massachusetts,  for  twenty- 
three  years.  He  knows  the  boy  question  as  few  men 
in  this  country  know  it.  At  eight  years  of  age  he 
worked  in  the  mills  at  Lancashire.  England.  Four 
years  later  his  parents  came  to  America,  and  the  lad 
went  to  work  in  the  Fall  River  mills  as  a  weaver.  He 
managed  to  educate  himself,  quit  the  mills,  and  was 
appointed  janitor  of  a  branch  of  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
Then  came  the  club  organization.  Now  it  is  housed 
in  a  $50,000  home,  with  a  membership  of  over  2000. 
Seventeen  nationalities  are  on  the  roll. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  3,  1912. 


THE    RACE   IN    THE    FOG. 


When  Newspaper  Reporters  Were  Striving  for  a  Scoop. 


As  Tom  Harding  and  Jimmie  Edison  sat  finishing 
their  dinner  in  Pietro's  place  they  were  talking  of  Blake. 
However,  that  was  not  unusual.  Find  two  or  more 
newspaper  men  together  in  San  Francisco  at  that  par- 
ticular time,  and  you  would  hear  them  talking  of  Blake, 
the  embezzler,  the  bank-wrecker,  the  man  who  had 
stolen  the  savings  of  hundreds,  who  had  brought  great 
misery  upon  the  poor — and  who  could  not  be  found. 

As"  cub  reporters  tried  to  say — but  copy-readers 
wouldn't  let  them — "the  disappearance  of  Blake  was 
shrouded  in  mystery."  Likewise  youthful  journalists 
were  prevented  by  the  arbiters  of  the  desk  from  in- 
forming the  world  that  "the  police  and  detectives  were 
completely  baffled."  But  the  young  reporters  had  their 
facts  straight,  even  if  they  did  try  to  be  trite  and 
bromidic  in  stating  them.  Every  detective  and  police- 
man in  the  country  was  on  the  lookout  for  Blake — and 
so  was  every  newspaperman  in  San  Francisco. 

The  task  was  made  harder  by  the  fact  that  there  yvas 
no  picture  of  the  embezzler  to  be  obtained.  His  closest 
associates  could  not  recall  that  he  had  ever  had  even 
a  snapshot  taken.  He  seemed  to  have  an  aversion  to 
the  publicity  of  the  camera.  And  this  aversion  was 
the  chief  factor  now  in  making  him  the  most_  elusive 
fugitive  of  his  day.  Another  factor  in  Blake's  favor 
was  that  he  had  'no  distinguishing  features— was  of 
ordinary  height,  weight,  and  appearance.  The  only 
mark  by  which  he  might  be  known  was  a  large  mole 
just  below  the  base  of  his  throat — and  that  was  ef- 
fectually hidden  by  his  collar. 

Harding  and  Edison,  although  among  the  younger  re- 
porters on  the  Times,  had  graduated  from  the  "shrouded 
in  mystery"  class ;  but  they  had  not  yet  Avon  their  spurs 
by  any  really  distinguished  w-ork.  So  it  is  not  at  all 
surprising  that  as  they  sat  over  their  coffee  at  Pietro's 
they  should  talk  of  Blake  and  of  what  glory  it  would 
be  to  find  him. 

As  they  chatted  thus.  Harrison  of  the  Herald  entered 
the  restaurant.  Harrison  was  the  then  reigning  and 
glittering  star  of  San  Francisco  journalism,  and  of 
fate  had  been  gaining  more  than  ordinary  fame  by  a 
series  of  signed  stories  on  Blake — heart  interest  stories 
about  the  misery  he  had  caused,  studies  of  his  per- 
sonality, and  deductive  speculations  as  to  what  might 
have  become  of  him.  These  speculations  were  made 
the  more  readable  by  their  satirical  reflections  on  the 
inability  of  the  police  to  find  the  embezzler;  and  while 
Harrison's  theories  as  to  where  he  might  be  were  no 
more  effective  than  those  of  the  police,  they  were  vastly 
more  entertaining.  So  Harrison  was  more  in  the  pub- 
lic eve  than  he  had  been  for  some  time  before.  Among 
the  voung  fellows  in  the  Times  office,  where  he  had 
once" Worked,  there  were  a  hundred  stories  of  his  bril- 
liancy, his  achievements  and  his  personality;  while  some 
of  the  older  reporters  spoke  bitterly  of  his  luck. 

Therefore,  when  Harrison  entered  Pietro's  place 
Harding  and  Edison  regarded  him  with  attention — al- 
most with  awe:  and  no  one  but  a  leader  of  his  own 
profession  will  inspire  awe  in  the  average  newspaper- 
man. When,  thev  wondered,  would  they  become  so 
well  known  that  'pietro  would  run  forward  to  greet 
them,  as  he  did  to  greet  Harrison — and  lead  them  over 
to  the  ice  chest,  as  he  did  Harrison,  that  that,  epicure 
might  pick  out  his  own  cut  of  meat  for  dinner.  Could 
it  be  that  at  one  time  Harrison  had  been  obscure,  that 
he  had  wandered  into  Pietro's  unnoticed,  and  eaten 
whatever  the  chef  chose  to  give  him  ? 

Harrison  took  a  seat  near  the  Times  men.  Not 
knowing  them,  he  merely  gave  them  the  sharp,  all- 
inclusive  "lance  that  his  training  had  taught  him  to 
give  eve',    one. 

Reporters  less  than  a  year  out  of  college  are  never 
averse  to  having  their  calling  known.  And  in  this 
case — well,  neither  would  have  acknowledged  even  to 
himself  the  hope  that  their  prattle  of  "good  stories  cut 
to  a  stickful."  of  "scoops."  and  of  skillfully  obtained 
interviews  might  possibly  draw  a  fraternal  word  or  two 
from  the  star.  And  each— well,  Edison  knew  that 
Harding  was  rather  exaggerating  the  fierceness  of  the 
footpad  whom  he  had  helped  a  policeman  capture  a 
few  nights  before:  and  Harding  was  well  aware  that 
Edison's  story  of  the  blistering  rebuke  that  he  had  given 
the  gloomiest-tempered  copy-reader  on  the  desk  for 
mutilating  one  of  his  stories  did  not  tally  with  office 
gossip.     But  youth  is  kind  to  youth. 

Then  Harding  flushed  as  he  noted  in  Harrison's  lean, 
sallow  face  an  expression  which  indicated  cognizance 
of  the  younger  reporters'  motives  in  "talking  shop." 
He  could  almost  read  in  the  older  man's  mind  the 
thought.  "Good-looking  boys,  but  too  talky  to  amount 
to  much.  It's  all  right  to  talk  shop,  but  there's  no  need 
of  being  a  phonograph  or  of  confiding  in  the  general 
public.'' 

Harrison  was  really  thinking  something  of  that  sort, 
forgetting  his  own  youth,  and  venting  considerable  men- 
tal scorn  on  the  two  younger  men.  when  the  waiter 
came  to  him  and  told  him  that  he  was  wanted  imme- 
diately at  the  telephone. 

Harding  and  Edison  watched  him  as  he  went  to  the 
instrument  in  the  corner  of  the  room,  and  as  lie  talked 
they  caught  the  one  word  "wreck."  Then  he  hung  up 
with  a  bang  and  hurried  from  the  restaurant. 

"Somethi.  g  doing — we'd  better  get  back  to  the  shop," 
said  Hardii ■■".. 
H-rding,  t'te  square-jawed,  big-fisted,  raw-boned  one 


of  the  two,  nearly  always  suggested  what  they  should 
do,  and  Edison  seldom  opposed  him.  It  was  because 
one  was  a  born  leader  and  the  other  of  the  dreamy  type 
that  does  not  resent  anything  less  than  tyranny  that 
they  were  such  close  friends. 

They  hastened  to  the  Times  office,  and  when  they 
entered  the  local  room  they  found  "something  doing" 
vibrating  in  the  atmosphere.  The  managing  editor's 
rapid  and  acrobatic  shifting  of  his  cigar  from  one  cor- 
ner of  his  mouth  to  the  other,  betokened  a  big  story. 
The  city  editor  was  talking  rapidly  and  earnestly  to 
Hadley,  the  Times  star.  "Get  aboard  her  if  there  is 
any  chance  in  the  world,"  he  was  saying,  "and  if  the 
wireless  is  working,  flash  in  everything  you  can  get  for 
the  extra.  Take  Smith  along,  so  if  the  wireless  is 
crippled  you  can  send  him  ashore  in  the  launch  with 
the  first  stuff  you  get.  Here,  Smith,  you  go  with  Had- 
ley." 

Hadley  swung  out,  a  photographer  and  Smith  at  his 
heels. 

Harding's  "What  is  it?"  to  one  of  the  reporters 
brought  the  sententious  reply,  "Coasting  steamer  ran 
into  the  Australian  liner  Gull  in  the  fog." 

Harding's  pulses  leaped.  Here  was  a  real  story. 
Would  he  be  sent  out  on  it? 

The  city  editor,  supplemented  by  the  managing  editor, 
continued  his  assignments.  The  cub  was  sent  out  to 
see  if  he  could  get  a  picture  of  the  liner's  captain,  the 
head  of  the  art  department  having  reported  that  there 
was  none  on  file  in  the  office.  He  w-as  to  see  the  cap- 
tain's wife,  too.  It  might  be  that  she  had  had  a  premo- 
nition of  the  disaster.  City  editors  know  how  prone 
women  are  after  trouble  comes  to  believe  that  they  had 
a  presentiment — and  it  always  makes  a  good  story-. 

"Lambert,"  said  the  city  editor  to  a  tall,  lanky,  spec- 
tacled youth,  who  looked  like  a  farmer  but  who  was 
the  best  cross-examiner  and  fact-wheedler  on  the  staff, 
"see  Spriggs,  the  president  of  the  Australian  line,  and 
find  what  the  Gull  was  doing  out  in  the  middle  of  the 
bay  in  the  fog.  Get  a  statement  of  some  kind  out  of 
him.     See  the  manager  of  the  coaster  company,  too." 

"And  be  sure  to  get  the  names  of  the  crew  on  both 
boats,"  supplemented  the  managing  editor,  "and  grab 
pictures  wherever  you  can  find  them.  Spriggs  may- 
have  some  good  pictures  of  the  Gull.  Didn't  she  run 
on  to  the  rocks  a  few  years  ago?  Ask  him  about 
that." 

So  the  directions  went,  first  to  one  and  then  to  an- 
other, but  none  to  the  impatient  Harding  and  Edison, 
who,  half  lounging  against  local  desks,  w-ere  trying  to 
look  indifferent  and  non-expectant  whenever  the  city 
editor  glanced  in  their  direction.  And  when  at  last  he 
called  their  names  they  both  hastened  forward  divided 
between  hope  and  fear.  It  seemed  to  them  that  every 
important  angle  of  the  wreck  had  been  covered.  They 
might  be  wanted  to  go  out  and  do  cub's  work — gather 
pictures,  or  re-write  from  the  office  "morgue"  clippings 
the  history  of  the  two  boats.  Worse,  the  city  editor 
might  send  them  out  on  a  miserable  improvement  club 
meeting,  on  this  night  of  nights,  when  the  office  was 
seething  with  the  first  really  big  story  that  had  "broken" 
since  they  went  on  the  Times. 

But  the  city  editor,  who  had  a  marked  faculty  for 
concealing  his  thoughts,  had  been  speculating  on  the 
two,  the  while  he  glanced  at  them  now  and  then  through 
narrow-slitted  eyes.  "Here,"  he  thought,  "is  a  chance 
to  try  the  mettle  of  these  kids.  They're  big,  husky 
chaps — just  the  fellows." 

"Harding.  Edison,"  he  said  as  they  approached  his 
desk,  "I  want  you  two  to  go  out  together  on  this  smash- 
up.  Have  some  one  take  you  out  in  one  of  Peterson's 
launches.  Get  Peterson  himself  if  you  can — he  knows 
the  bay  best.  Cruise  around  and  see  what  you  can  find. 
The  collision  yvas  inside  Alcatraz,  so  make  for  there. 
Get  a  lot  of  incident  and  feature  stuff.  And  if  you  get 
a  chance  to  do  any  rescue  work  it  will  be  a  crackerjack 
story.  Be  back  by  twelve  unless  you  strike  something 
big  before.  And  if  you  upset  see  that  only  one  of  you 
gets  drowned." 

At  mid-afternoon  the  fog  had  started  rolling  in 
through  the  Golden  Gate,  and  had  fallen  in  snowy- 
folds  upon  the  bay  and  upon  the  citv,  dimming,  one  by- 
one,  the  buildings,  hiding  the  house-crowned  hills, 
bringing  the  darkness  before  its  time.  Now  it  made 
the  city  spectral  in  the  electric  light;  and  the  damp  of 
it  dripped  upon  the  two  reporters  as  they  hurried 
down  the  street.  They  outstripped  the  cars,  that  were 
crawling  fearfully,  and  with  clamorous  bells,  through 
the  baffling,  tangible  gloom. 

Thick  as  the  fog  was  in  the  streets,  it  yvas  worse 
upon  the  bay.  Even  the  veteran  Peterson,  whom  they 
found  at  his  boathouse,  was  afraid  of  it.  One  of  his 
boats  had  just  gone,  he  said,  taking  Harrison,  of  the 
Herald,  and  he  did  not  care  to  risk  any  more. 

Harrison  !  It  was  the  memory  of  Harrison's  half 
sneer  as  he  sat  in  Pietro's  that  made  Harding  deter- 
mined to  go  at  all  hazards,  and  gave  him  the  eloquence 
to  browbeat  Peterson  into  taking  them  out. 

The  boatman  consented  at  last,  and  with  many  a 
doleful  shake  of  his  head  he  got  the  Christine  away 
from  the  wharf  and  pointed  her  nose  in  the  direction 
of  the  island.  It  was  from  Peterson,  who  drawled  the 
story  into  their  impatient  ears,  that  the  reporters  got 
more  definite  news  of  the  disaster:  how  the  Gull,  start- 
ing for  sea.  had  hung  up  in  the  stream  when  the  fog 
descended  upon  her.  and  had  remained  there  at  anchor 
rather  than  risk  trying  to  get  back  to  her  slip;  how 
the  coaster  Bonila.  commanded  by  a  rash  captain,  had 
steamed  up  the  harbor  despite  the  fog,  and  had  smashed 
into    the    Gull.     There    were    rumors    of    a    hundred 


drowned;  of  bodies  recovered;  there  had  been  an  ex- 
plosion, and  death  from  flame  and  steam. 

But  Harding  and  Edison  had  little  to  do  with  the 
larger  aspect  of  the  disaster.  They  wTere  expected  to 
give  a  graphic  account  of  the  danger  and  excitement 
of  tearing  about  the  bay  in  a  gray  sea  of  vapor,  saving 
lives  if  possible,  recovering  bodies,  looking  for  any 
incident  that  might  make  a  human  interest  story.  It 
was  a  test  of  their  mettle  such  as  chance  sometimes 
sends  to  youngsters  when  their  elders  are  busy  yvith 
greater  work;  and  the  reluctance  through  knowledge 
of  danger  that  more  experienced  men  might  have  felt, 
gave  way  in  them  to  an  emboldening  enthusiasm. 

All  around  them  they  could  hear  the  hoarse  roar  of 
whistles,  the  measured  beat  of  signal  bells — while  di- 
rectly assailing  their  ears  was  the  chug-chug  of  the 
Christine's  engine  and  the  shrill  yelping  of  her  whistle. 

And  all  the  time  the  fog  enveloped  them,  nearly- 
blinded  them,  dividing  before  their  boat,  then  closing 
in  impenetrably  on  either  side.  It  was  not  the  dark- 
ness of  the  night,  but  a  visible  darkness,  floating,  swirl- 
ing, above,  below  and  around  them,  clearing  for  a  sec- 
ond, then  descending  like  a  pall.  It  was  weird,  un- 
canny, and  made  the  world  they  knew  seem  far  away. 

Hours  appeared  to  pass  before  anything  happened. 
Peterson  w-as  going  as  rapidly  as  he  dared,  and  Harding 
and  Edison,  one  on  either  side  of  the  launch,  leaning 
over  the  gunwale,  blinked  as  they  strained  their  eyes 
against  the  gloomy  curtain  that  the  boat  was  parting. 

At  last  signs  of  a  wreck  began  to  appear.  Part  of  a 
lifeboat  flashed  beside  them,  ghost-like,  and  was  gone. 
Peterson  further  reduced  the  speed  of  the  Christine. 
They  struck  small  timbers,  planking — an  empty  life- 
preserver.  These  ceased,  and  for  a  time  there  was 
nothing  but  the  fog  and  the  dim  black  waste  of  water; 
then  suddenly  a  shattered,  overturned  lifeboat  loomed 
up,  and  they  saw,  sprawled  across  it,  the  body  of  a 
man,  his  arms  outstretched,  his  body  bespeaking  death. 

Instantly  they  were  alongside  and  dragging  the  form 
aboard.     The  man  was  still  alive,  but  unconscious. 

"Better  turn  to  town,  Peterson,  and  get  this  fellow 
to  the  emergency  hospital,"  said  Harding  as  he  felt  the 
pulse  of  the  rescued  man.  "He'll  die  soon  if  he  isn't 
looked  after." 

Peterson,  nothing  loath,  turned  about  and  began  to 
feel  his  way  toward  the  city  front,  while  the  reporters 
closely  inspected,  by  the  light  of  a  lantern,  the  one 
they  had  rescued.  There  was  nothing  out  of  the  ordi- 
nary about  his  appearance.  He  was  rather  roughly 
dressed,  and  had  a  two  or  three  days'  beard  on  his 
face. 

They  went  through  his  pockets  for  whatever  might 
serve  to  identify  him,  and  found  in  a  wallet  a  steerage 
ticket  to  Australia,  issued  to  John  Gray.  But  also  they 
found  a  water-soaked  package  of  one-hundred-dollar 
bills — dozens  of  them,  it  appeared  on  hasty  inspection. 

"That's  queer,"  said  Harding,  "that  a  steerage  pas- 
senger should  have  so  much  money." 

"This  is  queerer,"  said  Edison.  "Here's  a  money- 
belt  crammed  full  of  bills." 

They  were  pondering  the  mystery  of  this  when  there 
was  a  hasty  reverse  of  the  engine,  a  bump,  and  the 
Christine  was  plump  against  Goat  Island,  yvith  the 
water  filtering  in  through  a  leak  in  the  bow.  The 
leak  was  not  a  bad  one,  and  the  three  were  working 
over  it  amid  the  lamentations  of  Peterson  yvhen  they 
heard  the  sound  of  another  launch.  It  drew  up  beside 
theirs,  guided  through  the  fog  by  their  voices,  and  an 
instant  later  Flarrison's  sallow  face  showed  through  the 
gloom,  and  his  y-oice  drayvled: 

"Hello!    Times ?   Find  anything?   Ah — what's  this?" 

"Steerage  passenger  that  we  just  picked  up,"  said 
Edison.  "We  were  starting  back  to  the  emergency  hos- 
pital when  we  bumped  into  land.  This  is  Goat  Island, 
I  guess." 

"I  wouldn't  wonder,"  said  Harrison.  He  turned  the 
light  of  his  lantern  upon  the  face  of  the  man  stretched 
out  in  the  launch.  He  gave  one  look,  tried  to  suppress 
an  exclamation  of  astonishment,  snapped  an  order  to  his 
boatman,  and  in  an  instant  had  vanished  in  the  fog. 

Harding  and  Edison  looked  blankly  at  each  other. 
What  did  it  mean?  What  had  astonished  Harrison? 
Why  was  he  in  such  an  apparent  hurry  to  reach  town? 
They  felt  baffled,  helpless. 

"I  wonder  if  this  is  some  one  worth  while?"  said  Edi- 
son. "But  suppose  it  is  a  millionaire,  or  a  society 
man.  He's  not  likely  to  die.  There'd  be  nothing  for 
Harrison  to  be  in  such  a  hurry  about." 

"Jimmie,"  said  Harding  quietly,  "after  we've  been  in 
this  game  for  a  few  years  more  we'll  begin  to  think 
quickly.     This  is  Blake." 

He  thrust  his  fingers  inside  the  unconscious  man's 
collar  and  tore  it  away.  The  man  moved  his  head  as 
though  in  protest,  and  half  raised  one  hand.  Another 
twist  of  Harding's  hand  and  the  shirt  was  open — and 
there,  below  the  base  of  the  throat,  .was  the  famous 
mole. 

A  scoop — the  scoop  of  many  years — in  their  boat,  and 
they  hadn't  known  it.  And  the  astute  Harrison,  taking 
advantage  of  their  discovery  and  their  ignorance,  was 
on  his  way  to  toyvn  to  tell  the  city  through  the  Herald 
of  Blake's  attempted  escape  to  Australia  as  a  steerage 
passenger,  of  his  recapture.  He  would  evolve,  through 
their  work,  a  thrilling  story.  In  an  hour  a  Herald 
extra  would  be  on  the  street  with  the  news.  And  they 
would  arrive  at  the  office  too  late  to  give  the  world  the 
first  account  of  the  catching  of  its  most  famous  criminal. 
They  had  had  their  chance — and  they  had  lost  it. 

Still,  there  was  a  chance.  It  must  be  a  race  for 
the  shore.     Harrison  had  the  start  of  them,  but  there 


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were  many  possibilities  in  a  race  through  that  thick 
fog.  They  might  reach  town  first,  get  word  to  the  office 
by  telephone'  and  beat  the  Herald  extra. 

Their  launch  had  started  again,  but  they  were  barely 
crawling,  so  cautious  had  their  mishap  made  Peterson. 
They  must  make  him  put  on  all  the  power  he  dared— 
they  would  have  dared  anything — and  speed  to  town. 

"Crowd  her,  crowd  her !"  said  Harding.  "We've  got 
a  big  story  here,  Peterson,  and  we've  got  to  beat  the 
Herald  to  town.  There's  money  in  it  for  you  if  we 
get  there  first.     Shove  her  through,  now !" 

Peterson  threw  caution  aside  at  the  promise  of  a 
cash  bonus,  and  the  launch  took  a  perceptibly  faster 
gait.  Still,  to  their  tense  imaginations,  it  seemed  only 
to  creep,  and  the  maddening  thought  was  uppermost  that 
perhaps  Harrison's  boat  was  going  more  rapidly  than 
their  own. 

The  excitement  of  contest  was  on  them,  and  they 
were  filled  with  a  wild  desire  to  be  first  on  shore. 
Strained,  anxious,  soaked  to  the  skin,  they  leaned 
toward  their  goal,  that  lay  nearly  a  mile  away. 

They  passed  one  launch,  but  there  were  three  per- 
sons in  it — so  it  was  not  Harrison's.  They  grazed  the 
bow  of  an  anchored  steamship,  and  were  wildly  rocked 
in  the  wake  of  a  prowling  tug.  On  each  occasion 
Peterson  reached  for  the  lever,  but  at  imperative  cries 
from  his  passengers  stayed  his  hand.  The  fog  was  as 
thick  as  ever,  and  the  danger  was  greater  than  either 
Harding  or  Edison  realized — nor  would  they  have 
cared.  They  could  almost  hear  the  cry  of  "Extra 
Herald,"  and  the  prospect  of  this  dulled  their  senses  to 
every  thought  save  the  cry  of  "Extra  Times" — and  first 
at  that.  They  .planned,  as  they  raced,  that  they  must 
take  Blake  to  the  boathouse,  and  from  there  summon 
a  physician,  as  it  would  not  do  to  take  him  to  the 
emergency  hospital  and  run  the  risk,  however  slight  it 
might  be,  of  recognition.  And  one  of  them  must  flash 
the  news  to  the  office,  then  hasten  there  and  write  the 
story  of  their  capture,  while  the  other  kept  guard  over 
Blake  until  all  the  papers  had  gone  to  press  with  their 
final  editions  ere  turning  him  over  to  the  police. 

It  was  the  nature  of  the  more  dominant  Harding  to 
feel  that  he  should  have  the  glory — that  he  should  write 
the  graphic  story  that  already  he  could  visualize  spread 
all  over  the  front  page  of  the  Times.  And  he  would 
not  have  hesitated  to  claim  the  honor  had  any  one  but 
Edison  been  his  companion.  It  was  a  supreme  test  of 
friendship,  this  hesitation. 

And  Edison,  longing  with  all  his  boyish  enthusiasm 
for  the  glory  of  the  dramatic  announcement  that  he 
could  picture  himself  making  to  the  city  editor,  was 
wondering  if,  should  he  yield  to  Harding,  another  such 
opportunity  would  come  his  way.  Each  was  trying  to 
persuade  himself  to  yield  to  the  other  the  glory  of  the 
occasion — should  they  win  and  make  such  occasion  pos- 
sible— when  Peterson  broke  the  silence. 

"It  would  be  a  yoke,"  he  said,  "if  Ay  beat  Ole.  He 
ban  saying  that  the  Clara  ban  faster " 

Inspiration  came  to  Harding. 

"What  fools  we've  been,"  he  shouted  excitedly. 
"That's  one  of  your  boats  and  one  of  your  men " 

"Yes.     That  ban  Ole  Yonson  in  the  Clara." 

"Then  yell  to  him  in  Scandinavian  to  get  lost,  or 
sink,  or  do  anything  to  keep  that  boat  out  until  three 
o'clock  in  the  morning.  Tell  him  to  keep  fooling 
around  in  the  fog  and  pretending  that  he  can't  reach 
shore.     There's  fifty  in  it  for  you." 

"But " 

"No  'buts'  about  it.  You  know  you'll  get  your 
money.     Yell  at  him." 

"But  maybe  the  other  faller  ban  paying  him 
more " 

"Paying  nothing!  The  Herald  wouldn't  pay  twenty 
dollars  for  the  best  story  that  ever  happened.  Lose 
them,  and  I'll  make  it  a  hundred." 

Peterson  made  a  megaphone  of  his  hands,  and  sent  a 
hoarse  roar  off  into  the  fog.     There  was  no  answer. 

"Try  it  again,"  yelled  Harding. 

Again  Peterson's  bellow  went  forth.  And  back  over 
the  water  came  an  answering  roar. 

The  air  vibrated  for  a  minute  with  Scandinavian  lan- 
guage. 

Ten  minutes  later  the  Christine  was  moored,  Blake 
was  stretched  on  a  cot  in  the  boathouse,  and  Harding 
was  searching  through  the  telephone  book  for  the  ad- 
dress of  the  nearest  doctor.     He  turned  to  Edison. 

"Say,  young  man."  he  remarked,  "you'd  better  call 
up  the  office  and  tell  them  what  you've  got,  then  jump 
into  a  taxi  and  hustle  up  there  and  write  your  story." 

Edison  hesitated,  struggling  hard.  "Say,  Harding," 
he  began. 

"Get  along.  There's  no  time  to  lose,"  said  Harding 
roughly  as  he  thrust  him  through  the  door. 

It  was  not  until  four  o'clock  in  the  morning  that 
Harrison,  wet.  bedraggled,  shivering,  stumbling  along 
a  wharf  of  which  he  knew  neither  the  location  nor  the 
identity,  began  to  suspect  that  his  boatman  had  lied  to 
him  about  the  import  of  the  conversation  that  he  and 
Peterson  had  bellowed  at  each  other  through  the  fog. 

W.  J.  Weymouth. 

San  Francisco,  August,  1912. 


OXFORD'S    THOUSANDTH    BIRTHDAY. 


The  Millenary  Celebration  of  the   Famous  University   City. 


By  signing  an  extradition  treaty  with  Honduras  July 
11,  the  State  Department  closed  the  last  haven  of  refuge 
in  the  Western   Hemisphere  for  fugitives  from  justice. 

In  the  large  German  colonies  in  Brazil  there  are 
many  coal-black  negroes  who  can  talk  nothing  but  Ger- 
man. 


When  the  genial  Autocrat  of  the  Breakfast  Table  set 
himself  the  task  of  immortalizing  the  deacon's  one-hoss 
shay  he  committed  himself  to  the  assertion  that  little 
of  all  we  value  here  wakes  on  the  morn  of  its  hun- 
dredth year  without  both  feeling  and  looking  queer. 
Had  he  lived  to  celebrate  the  millenary  of  the  uni- 
versity which  honored  him  with  the  degree  of  Doctor 
of  Civil  Law  he  would  have  had  reason  to  modify  his 
opinion.  For  on  that  summer  morning  of  last  week 
when  Oxford  awoke  at  the  dawn  of  its  thousandth 
birthday  the  city  by  the  Thames  looked  as  fair  and 
radiant  as  that  Holy  City,  Jerusalem,  "coming  down 
from  God,"  the  apocalyptic  vision  of  which  provided 
the  preacher  of  the  day  with  a  most  seemly  parable. 
Xestling  in  the  lap  of  hills  and  encompassed  by  spread- 
ing waters,  the  jewel  of  the  valley  of  the  Thames  set 
in  a  mounting  of  lush  meadows  and  fields  of  yellowing 
corn,  with  steeple  towers  and  spires  lifting  their  silent 
fingers  to  heaven,  that  "adorable  dreamer,"  the  "home 
of  lost  causes,  and  forsaken  beliefs,  and  unpopular 
names,  and  impossible  loyalties"  once  more  challenged 
comparison  with  the  fairest  cities  of  the  earth.  There 
was  the  mellowness  and  not  the  decay  of  a  thousand 
years. 

Unless  restrained  by  sober  accuracy  the  pen  might 
hesitate  on  the  millenary  numeral.  For  does  not  one 
legend  date  the  foundation  of  the  city  back  to  more 
than  a  thousand  years  B.  C,  and  are  there  not  those 
who,  less  modest,  claim  the  pious  Alfred  the  Great  as 
the  city's  sponsor?  But  the  new  historical  criticism 
has  made  short  work  with  all  that  hoary  antiquity;  it 
is  respectful  to  the  tradition  which  credits  St.  Frides- 
wide,  the  daughter  of  a  king,  with  founding  a  nunnery 
adjacent  to  Christ  Church  Meadow;  it  will  even  allow 
that  some  portions  of  that  haunt  of  ancient  peace  may 
yet  be  seen  in  the  walls  of  Christ  Church  Cathedral ; 
but  in  the  main  it  fastens  upon  the  first  authentic  ap- 
pearance of  Oxford  in  history  in  the  Anglo-Saxon 
Chronicle  and  dates  its  origin  from  the  year  912. 
Hence  the  millenary  of  last  week. 

And  it  was  the  thousandth  birthday  of  the  city,  not 
the  university.  Notwithstanding  that  imaginative  cice- 
rone of  the  colleges  who  explained  to  American  tourists 
the  secret  of  the  velvet  lawns  as  consisting  in  "you  cuts 
'em  and  rolls  'em  for  a  thousand  years,  and  there  you 
are."  the  fact  remains  that  it  was  not  until  the  close 
of  the  twelfth  century  that  the  university  took  definite 
shape.  The  origin  of  the  city  and  the  university,  then, 
are  different  things,  and  in  that  matter  the  advantage 
lies  with  Town  as  against  Gown. 

So  it  was  the  Town  which  invited  the  Gown  to  the 
birthday  festival,  and  it  was  the  municipal  fathers 
rather  than  the  college  dons  who  planned  the  manner 
of  its  keeping.  There  are  not  many  precedents  for 
such  functions,  but  the  city  fathers  tackled  their  prob- 
lem with  success..  As  a  kind  of  birth  certificate  they 
organized  an  exhibition  illustrative  of  the  city's  his- 
tory, adding  thereto  that  luncheon  without  which  no 
British  commemoration  is  complete,  and  rounding  out 
the  day's  proceedings  with  a  garden  party,  an  oration, 
and  a  pageant.  And  to  make  the  luncheon  more  pala- 
table by  contrast  it  was  preceded  by  a  sermon  in  Christ 
Church  Cathedral. 

Few  millenarians  can  produce  so  cogent  a  certificate 
of  age  as  that  furnished  by  the  exhibition  in  the  Town 
Hall.  In  fact  it  proved  too  much.  For  the  antiquities 
included  celts  from  the  Stone  Age,  spears  and  palstaves 
from  the  Bronze  Age,  sheaths  and  blades  from  the  Iron 
Age,  and  relics  of  early  Anglo-Saxon  times.  There 
were,  too,  weapons  that  continued  the  story  of  Ox- 
ford's history  to  the  Danish  invasions  of  the  tenth  and 
eleventh  centuries.  Having  proved,  then,  that  there 
was  nothing  spurious  in  the  claim  of  a  millenarian  an- 
tiquity, the  other  objects,  including  pictures,  manu- 
scripts, coins,  charters,  and  topographical  views, 
brought  the  story  down  to  modern  days. 

If  the  Dean  of  Christ  Church  had  needed  a  precedent 
for  his  comparison  of  Oxford  to  the  Holy  City  of  the 
Revelation  he  might  have  found  it  in  the  verse  of  that 
Elizabethan  who  sang: 

If   God    Himself   on   earth    abode    would    make 
He   Oxford,   sure,   would   for   His   dwelling   take ; 

but  instead  he  contented  himself  with  the  argument 
that  Oxford  was  a  near  approach  to  the  ideal  city  and 
could  attain  perfection  only  when  it  became  wholly 
beautiful,  free,  healthy,  and  holy. 

And  so  to  the  luncheon,  as  Pepys,  a  Cambridge  not 
an  Oxford  man,  might  have  said.  It  was  an  example 
of  high  living  and  low  thinking.  That  is,  the  menu 
was  irreproachable,  the  oratory  brief.  But  Lord  Hugh 
Cecil,  who  is  such  a  firebrand  in  the  House  of  Com- 
mons, was  briefly  witty  and  academical,  reminding  his 
hearers  that  Oxford  had  been  the  home  of  parliaments 
as  well  as  kings,  and  that  when  Macaulay  praised  Ox- 
ford as  one  of  the  three  most  beautiful  cities  of  the 
world  he  gave  an  instance  of  good  taste  overcoming 
early  training,  for  the  historian,  poor  man.  was  edu- 
cated at  Cambridge. 

From  the  venerable  precincts  of  the  cathedral  and 
the  mundane  luncheon-table  of  the  Town  Hall  an  ad- 
journment was  made  to  the  more  peculiarly  Oxon  en- 
vironments of  the  gardens  of  William  of  Wykeham's 
New  College.  Those  gardens  are  among  the  most  beau- 
tiful in  a  city  of  gardens,  and  they  are  encompassed  on 
two  sides  by  the  ancient  walls  of  the  city.  Here,  as 
an  interlude  in  a  typical  garden  party,  Professor  Oman 


delivered  his  oration  on  the  origins  of  th  ting 

to  the  venerable  walls  as  the  most  imp  [  the 

surviving  memorials  of  the  municipality.  The  orator 
and  his  audience  were  examples  of  the  new  Oxford  in 
the  midst  of  the  old.  For  the  garb  of  speaker  and 
listeners,  the  one  clad  in  light-colored  unmentionables 
with  black  waistcoat  and  frock  coat,  and  the  others  in 
suits  and  headgear  of  every  possible  variety,  would 
have  shocked  those  sticklers  for  propriety  of  the  'Thir- 
ties who  obeyed  to  the  letter  the  unwritten  laws  of 
Oxford  dress.  The  birthday  celebrants  would  have 
been  voted  "intellectual  bargees"  by  the  undergraduates 
who  sent  Henry  Kingsley  and  his  friends  to  Coventry 
for  less  glaring  sartorial  sins. 

But  when  the  company  moved  off  to  the  gardens  of 
Worcester  College  it  was  to  gaze  upon  plentiful  object- 
lessons  in  the  vagaries  of  costume.  For  in  that  ver- 
dant pleasance.  with  its  picturesque  little  lake,  the  his- 
tory of  Oxford  was  made  to  live  again  in  six  pageant 
pictures  that  showed  how  relative  are  human  toilettes. 
So  St.  Frideswide  sailed  upon  the  lake  in  an  antique 
barge  clad  in  the  flowing  raiments  of  the  eighth  cen- 
tury, and  Ethelfleda,  the  daughter  of  Alfred,  moved 
across  the  sward  in  the  costume  of  the  tenth  cen- 
tury, and  such  other  ghosts  of  the  past  as  Constable 
d'Oilli  and  the  Saxon  Edalgitha,  and  the  Norman  Wil- 
liam, and  the  Fair  Rosamund,  and  Henry  III,  and  the 
Yorkist  Edward  IV  all  added  their  touch  of  quaintness 
and  color  to  the  panorama  of  the  dress  and  armor  of 
far-off  times. 

One  chapter  was  missing  from  the  pageant.  There 
is  no  more  stirring  day  in  the  history  of  Oxford  than 
that  feast  of  St.  Scholastica  which  was  signalized  by 
the  fiery  anger  of  those  students  who  found  the  wine 
of  the  Mermaid  Tavern  so  little  to  their  taste  that  they 
flung  it  in  mine  host's  face.  Town  and  Gown  never 
came  to  closer  grips  than  in  the  riot  which  followed,  a 
riot  with  a  heavy  casualty  list,  and  an  aftermath  of 
degradation  for  the  Town.  Picturesque  as  were  the 
impersonations  of  St.  Frideswide  and  the  others,  they 
might  have  been  more  picturesque  by  contrast  if  the 
St.  Scholastica  riot  of  1355  had  been  given  a  place 
among  the  episodes.  But  it  would  never  have  done. 
Town  and  Gown  have  ceased  their  feuds ;  the  mayor  is 
no  longer  required  to  wear  a  halter  around  his  neck  on 
the  anniversary  of  the  fatal  St.  Scholastica  day ;  the 
lion  of  learning  lies  down  with  the  lamb  of  commerce ; 
and  now  the  only  rivalry  between  undergraduate  and 
shopkeeper  has  resolved  itself  into  a  contest  for  un- 
limited credit  on  the  one  side  and  cash  down  on  the 
other. 

In  its  omission,  then,  the  millenary  celebration  illus- 
trated the  best  Oxford  manner.  And  the  memory  left 
of  that  golden  summer  day  is  sufficient  explanation  why 
the  city  by  the  Thames  rather  than  its  sister  city  by 
the  Cam  is  the  more  favored  by  the  American  pilgrim. 
Cambridge,  not  Oxford,  ought  on  all  counts  to  be  the 
Mecca  of  the  American.  It  was  from  Cambridge  came 
those  learned  and  painful  Puritan  divines  who  had  so 
large  a  share  in  the  founding  of  New  England,  and 
Cambridge  rather  than  Oxford  stands  for  liberalism  and 
democracy.  Yet  Republicans  take  greater  delight  in 
the  city  whose  university  is  the  training-school  of 
Tories  and  High  Churchmen !  Perhaps  this  is  another 
example  of  good  taste  correcting  early  training. 
London,  July  16,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 
■■  ■ 

The  reign  of  Henry  IV  of  France  was  the  golden  age 
of  beards,  for  at  that  time  of  day  quite  as  much  attention 
was  paid  to  them  as  to  the  dressing  of  the  hair  of  both 
sexes.  Beards  were  clipped  in  all  manner  of  fashions — 
round,  square,  pointed,  fan-shaped,  and  after  the  fashion 
of  an  artichoke  leaf.  Unfortunately,  when  the  craze 
for  beards  of  all  shapes  and  sizes  was  at  its  height. 
Louis  XIII,  who  was  then  a  child,  came  to  the  throne 
and  the  beard  had  to  go  in  honor  of  the  hairless  chin 
of  the  new  monarch.  Soon  afterwards  the  tuft,  or 
toupee,  which  is  still  so  fashionable  across  the  Channel, 
came  into  vogue.  But  no  European  nation  has  ever 
held  the  beard  in  greater  veneration  than  the  Spaniards, 
who  at  one  time  of  day  had  a  proverb  which  declared 
the  absence  of  beard  to  signify  the  loss  of  a  man's  soul. 
Spain  must  have  been  one  of  the  last  of  European 
countries  to  tolerate  the  razor. 


A  park  dedicated  to  the  negroes  of  Nashville,  Ten- 
nessee, has  just  been  thrown  open.  During  the  exer- 
cises the  chairman  called  attention  to  the  fact  that  for 
a  number  of  years  the  commissioners  had  been  con- 
sidering the  matter  of  such  a  park,  and  declared  that 
it  would  be  governed  by  the  same  rules  as  all  other 
parks  of  the  Nashville  system. 

*■■ 

Chicago  may  not  be  the  equal  of  Paris  in  its  .-esthetic 
quality,  but  Chicago  society  women  are  doing  their 
best  to  make  it  as  brilliant.  A  comparatively  small 
number  of  them  own  $50,000,000  worth  of  jewels,  and 
the  supply  is  frequently  increased. 


Rigid  and  exhaustive  tests  have  proved  that  the  value 
of  cement  is  measured  largely  by  its  fineness.  Impor- 
tant and  scientific  users  demand  that  78  per  cent  of 
the  product  as  received  from  the  manufacturer  shall 
pass  through  a  200-mesh  sieve. 

All  the  opportunities  fur  adventure  are  not  over, 
though  the  north  and  south  pules  have  both  been  con- 
quered. In  Africa  there  are  20.000.000  square  miles  of 
land  as  yet  unexplored.  In  Liberia  is  a  tract  of  20,000 
square  miles  which  is  unknown. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  3,  1912. 


HOME    LIFE    IN    GERMANY. 


Mrs.  Alfred   Sidgwick.  Herself  a  German,  Writes  a  Volume 
of  Intimate  Impressions. 


We  shall  look  far  before  finding  so  good  a  book  about 
Germany  and  its  homes  as  that  furnished  by  Mrs.  Al- 
fred Sidgwick.  But  she  explains  that  her  knowledge 
of  the  country  is  limited.  It  is  based  on  a  "series  of 
lifelong,  unclassified,  more  or  less  inchoate  impres- 
sions/' and  her  only  excuse  for  writing  she  finds  "in 
my  own  and  some  other  people's  trivial  minds." 

But  it  is  a  delightful  book,  and  humorous  withal. 
Mrs.  Sidgwick  was  born  in  England  of  German  par- 
ents, and  while  she  knows  nothing  of  the  laws,  trade, 
or  taxes  of  either  country,  she  knows  all  that  is  to  be 
known  about  the  homes  and  how  the  women  spend 
their  time.  And  so  she  begins  at  once  with  the  Ger- 
man baby  that  must  be  kept  indoors  for  weeks  after  it 
is  born  lest  it  be  injured  by  air  and  sunshine.  But  the 
first  lesson  of  the  German  child  is  obedience: 

As  a  rule  German  children  of  all  classes  are  treated  as 
children,  and  taught  the  elementary  virtue  of  obedience.  Des 
Recht  des  Kindes  is  a  new  cry  with  some  of  the  new  people, 
but  nevertheless  Germany  is  one  of  the  few  remaining  civilized 
countries  where  the  elders  still  have  rights  and  privileges.  I 
heard  of  an  Englishwoman  the  other  day  who  said  that  she 
had  never  eaten  the  wing  of  a  chicken,  because  when  she 
was  young  it  was  always  given  to  the  older  people,  and  now 
that  she  was  old  it  was  saved  for  the  children.  If  she  lived 
in  Germany  she  would  still  have  a  chance,  provided  she  kept 
away  from  a  small  loud  set,  who  in  all  matters  of  education 
and  morality  would  like  to  turn  the  world  upside  down.  In 
most  German  homes  the  noisy,  spoilt  American  child  would 
not  be  endured  for  a  moment  and  the  little  tyrant  of  a 
French  family  would  be  taught  its  place,  to  the  comfort  and 
advantage  of  all  concerned.  I  have  dined  with  a  large  family 
where  eight  young  ones  of  various  ages  sat  at  an  overflow 
table,  and  did  not  disturb  their  elders  by  a  sound.  It  was 
not  because  the  elders  were  harsh  or  the  young  folks  re- 
pressed, but  because  Germany  teaches  its  youth  to  behave. 
The  little  girls  still  drop  you  a  pretty  old-fashioned  curtsey 
when  they  greet  you;  just  such  a  curtsey  as  Miss  Austen's 
heroines  must  have  made  to  their  friends. 

All  German  children  go  to  day  schools.  There  are 
some  boarding  schools,  but  the  prevailing  system  is  one 
of  day  schools  and  the  curriculum  is  comprehensive  and 
rigid : 

Every  D03*  in  the  school  spent  two  or  three  hours  each 
week  on  German  composition,  and,  like  boys  in  other  coun- 
tries, handled  themes  they  could  assuredly  not  understand, 
probably,  like  other  boys,  without  a  scruple  or  a  hesitation. 

"Why  does  the  ghost  of  Eanquo  appear  to  Macbeth,  and 
not  the  ghost  of  Duncan?" 

"How  are  the  unities  of  time,  place,  and  action  treated  in 
Schiller's  ballads?" 

"Discuss  the  antitheses  in  Lessing*s  Laokoon." 

"What  can  you  say  about  the  representation  of  concrete 
objects  in  Goethe's  'Hermann  and  Dorothea'?" 

The  German  boy  goes  to  school  in  order  to  learn, 
and  not  to  play  games,  and  when  the  time  comes  for 
the  university  he  has  acquired  the  habit  of  hard  work. 
Naturally  the  author  has  something  to  say  about  the 
duels,  which  she  says  are  actually  ''exercises  in 
fencing,"  although  her  description  leads  us  to  believe 
that  the  exercise  is  somewhat  strenuous.  She  quotes 
from  the  letter  of  a  friend: 

"They  take  place,"  he  says,  "in  a  large  bare  room  with  a 
plain  boarded  floor.  There  were  tables,  each  to  hold  ten  or 
twelve  persons,  on  three  sides  of  the  room,  and  a  refresh- 
ment counter  on  the  fourth  side,  where  an  elderly  woman  and 
one  or  two  girls  were  serving  wine.  The  wine  was  brought 
to  the  tables,  and  the  various  corps  sat  at  their  special  tables, 
all  drinking  and  smoking.  The  dressing  and  undressing  and 
the  sewing  up  of  wounds  was  done  in  an  adjoining  room. 
When  the  combatants  were  ready  they  were  led  in  by  their 
seconds,  who  held  up  their  arms  one  on  each  side.  The  face 
and  the  top  of  the  head  were  exposed,  but  the  body,  arms, 
and  neck  were  heavity  bandaged.  The  duellists  are  placed 
opposite  each  other,  and  the  seconds,  who  also  have  swords 
in  their  hands,  stand  one  on  each  side,  ready  to  interfere  and 
knock  up  the  combatant's  sword.  They  say  'Auf  die  Mensur,' 
and  then  the  slashing  begins.  As  soon  as  blood  is  drawn  the 
seconds  interfere,  and  the  doctor  examines  the  cut.  If  it  is 
not  bad  they  go  on  fighting  directly.  If  it  needs  sewing  up 
they  go  into  the  next  room,  and  you  wait  an  endless 
time  for  the  next  party.  I  got  awfully  tired  of  the  long 
intervals,  sitting  at  the  tables,  drinking  and  smoking.  While 
the  fights  were  going  on  we  all  stood  round  in  a  ring.  There 
were  only  about  three  duels  the  whole  morning.  There  was 
a  good  deal  of  blood  on  the  floor.  The  women  at  the  refresh- 
ment counter  were  quite  unconcerned.  They  didn't  trouble 
to  look  on,  but  talked  to  each  other  about  blouses  like  girls 
in  a  postoflice.  The  students  drove  out  to  the  inn  and  back  in 
open  carriages.  It  is  a  mile  from  Heidelberg.  The  duels  are 
generally  as  impersonal  as  games,  but  sometimes  they  are  in 
settlement  of  quarrels.  I  think  any  student  may  come  and 
fight  on  these  occasions,  but  I  suppose  he  has  to  be  the  guest 
of  a  corps." 

The  progressive  woman's  movement  has  already  ob- 
tained a  strong  foothold  in  Germany,  and  its  advo- 
cates, we  are  told,  have  lately  taken  up  a  new  cry. 
Every  woman,  they  say,  has  a  "right"  to  motherhood, 
although  they  do  not  suggest  how  the  right  is  to  be 
gratified,  seeing  that  women  outnumber  men  by  nearly 
half  a  million: 

There  are  moderates  and  immoderates  amongst  them,  and 
as  I  am  a  moderate  myself  in  such  matters,  I  think  those  who 
go  all  lengths  are  lunatics.  It  makes  one  open  one's  eyes  to 
go  to  Germany  today  with  one's  old-fashioned  ideas  of  the 
German  frau,  and  hear  what  she  is  doing  in  her  desire  to 
reform  society  and  inaugurate  a  new  code  of  morals.  She 
does  not  even  wait  till  she  is  married  to  speak  with  authority. 
On  the  contrary,  she  says  that  marriage  is  degrading,  and 
that  temporary  unions  are  more  to  the  honor  and  profit  of 
women.  "Dear  Aunt  S.,"  I  heard  of  one  girl  writing  to  a 
venerable  relative,  "I  want  you  to  congratulate  me  on  my 
happiness.  I  im  about  to  be  united  with  the  man  I 
love,  and  we  s'.all  live  together  (in  freier  Ehc)  till  one  of  us 
is  tired  of  it  "  A  German  lady  of  wide  views  and  worldly 
knowledge  tol<!  me  a  girl  had  lately  sent  her  a  little  volume 
of  original  r  ems  that  she  could  only  describe  as  unfit  for 
publication  ;  vet  she  knew  the  girl  and  thought  her  a  harm- 
reature.  She  was  presumably  a  goose  who  wanted  to 
hoios.     This   same   lady  met   another  girl   in   the 


gallery  of  an  artist  who  belonged  to  what  Mr.  Gilbert  calls 
the  "fleshly  school."  "Ah!"  said  the  girl  to  my  friend,  "this 
is  where  I  feel  at  home."  One  of  these  immoderates,  on  the 
authority  of  Plato,  recommended  at  a  public  meeting  that  girls 
should  do  gymnastics  unclothed. 

In  these  degenerate  days  the  German  girl  no  longer 
makes  her  own  marriage  outfit.  She  buys  everything 
from  one  of  the  "white"  shops  and  the  outfit  is  pro- 
cured before  the  bridegroom  is  thought  of.  Some 
years  ago  the  author  helped  in  the  choice  of  a  trous- 
seau bought  in  Hamburg: 

What  some  people  call  "undies"  had  been  ordered  in  im- 
mense quantities,  sometimes  heavily  trimmed  with  Madeira 
work,  sometimes  with  a  plain  scollop  of  double  linen  war- 
ranted to  wash  and  wear  forever.  The  material  was  also  in- 
variably of  a  kind  to  wear,  a  fine  linen  or  a  closely  woven 
English  longcloth.  How  any  one  woman  could  want  some 
six  dozen  "nighties"  (the  silly  slang  sounds  especially  silly 
when  I  think  of  those  solid  highly  respectable  German  gar- 
ments) was  a  question  no  one  seemed  to  ask.  The  bride's 
father  could  afford  six  dozen ;  it  was  the  custom  to  have 
six  dozen  if  you  could  pay  for  them,  and  there  they  were. 
The  thin  cambric  garments  Frenchwomen  were  beginning  to 
wear  then  were  shown  to  you  and  tossed  contemptuously  aside 
as  only  fit  for  actresses.  But  this  has  all  been  changed.  If 
you  ask  for  "undies"  in  Berlin  today,  a  supercilious  shoplady 
brings  you  the  last  folly  in  gossamer,  decollete,  and  with  elbow 
sleeves  :  and  you  wonder  as  you  stare  at  it  what  a  sane  portly 
German  housewife  makes  of  such  a  garment.  In  this,  as  in 
other  things,  instead  of  abiding  by  his  own  sensible  fashions, 
the  German  is  imitating  the  French  and  the  Americans ;  for  it 
is  the  French  and  the  Americans  who  have  taught  the  women 
of  other  nations  to  buy  clothes  so  fragile  and  so  costly  that 
they  are  only  fit  for  the  purse  of  a  Chicago  packer. 

The  author  once  met  a  German  who  did  not  smoke, 
and  a  few  others  who  refrained  for  some  hours.  But 
when  traveling  she  prefers  the  smoke  to  the  Damcn- 
Coupc,  which  will  be  crowded  with  women  who  object 
to  an  open  window.  Nevertheless  six  German  house- 
holders, all  with  strong  cigars,  can  make  a  railroad  car 
quite  interesting: 

"Tomorrow,"  you  say  to  your  Englishman ;  "tomorrow  I 
shall  travel  in  a  Nichtrauchcr." 

"But  then  I  can't  smoke,"  he  says  quite  truly. 

"We  shall  not  travel  together." 

"But  that  is  so  unsociable." 

"I  would  rather  be  unsociable  than  suffocated,"  you  explain. 
"I  have  suffered  tortures  today." 

"Have  you  ?     But  you  always  say  you  don't  mind  smoke." 

"In  reason.  Seven  cigars  and  one  woman  are  not  reason- 
able.    Never  again  will  I  travel  with  seven  cigars." 

"I  thought  we  had  a  pleasant  journey,"  says  the  English- 
man regretfully.     "That  little  man  next  to  you " 

"Mr.  Hoggenheimer ?" 

"Was  that  his  name?  I  couldn't  understand  all  he  said, 
but  he  had  an  amusing  face." 

"A  face  can  be  misleading,"  you  say;  "that  man  bullies  his 
wife." 

"How  do  you  know  ?" 

"He  told  us  so.  He  smokes  before  breakfast  .  .  .  while 
he  is  dressing,   .    .    .    and  he  has  no  dressing-room.    .    .    ." 

The  Englishman  looks  calm. 

"They  do  take  one  into  their  confidence,"  he  remarks. 
"My  neighbor  told  me  that  he  never  could  eat  mayonnaise  of 
salmon  directly  after  roast  pork,  because  it  gave  him  peculiar 
pains.  I  was  afraid  you'd  hear  him  describe  his  symptoms  ; 
but  I  believe  you  were  asleep." 

"No,  I  wasn't,"  you  confess;  "I  heard  it  all,  and  I  shut  my 
eyes,  because  I  knew  if  I  opened  them  he'd  address  himself 
to  me.  I  shut  them  when  he  began  talking  to  you  about  your 
Magen  and  what  you  ought  to  do  to  give  it  tone.  You  seemed 
interested." 

"It's  quite  an  interesting  subject"  says  the  Englishman, 
who  makes  friends  with  every  German  he  meets.  "He  is  not 
in  the  least  like  an  Englishman,"  they  sa3T  to  you  cordially, 
"he  is  so  friendly  and  amiable." 

Housekeeping  is  still  an  art  in  Germany,  and  the 
more  labor  it  involves  the  more  of  an  art  it  is.  To  be 
ceaselessly  occupied  is  the  pride  of  the  German  house- 
wife: 

A  German  friend,  not  the  traveled  one,  but  a  real  home- 
baked  domestic  German,  took  me  one  hot  afternoon  this  sum- 
mer to  pay  a  call,  and  at  once  fell  to  talking  to  the  mistress 
of  the  house  about  the  washing  of  lace  curtains.  There  were 
eight  windows  in  front  of  the  flat,  and  each  window  had  a 
pair  of  stiff  spotless  lace  curtains,  and  each  curtain  had  been 
washed  by  the  lady's  own  hands.  My  friend  had  just  washed 
hers,  and  they  both  approached  the  subject  as  keenly  as  two 
gardeners  will  approach  a  question  of  bulbs  or  Alpines.  There 
are  different  ways  of  washing  a  white  curtain,  you  know,  and 
different  methods  of  rinsing  and  drying  it,  and  various  soaps. 
Starch  is  used,  too,  at  some  stage  of  the  process ;  at  least, 
I  think  so.  But  the  afternoon  was  hot  and  the  argument  in- 
volved. The  starch  I  will  not  swear  to,  but  I  will  swear  to 
ten  waters — ten  successive  cleansings  in  fresh  water  before 
the  soul  of  the  housewife  was  at  rest. 

"And  how  do  you  wash  yours  ?"  said  one  of  them,  turning 
to  me. 

"Oh — I !"  I  stammered,  taken  aback,  for  I  had  been  nearly 
asleep ;  "I  send  a  postcard  to  Whiteley's,  and  they  fetch  them 
one  week  and  bring  them  back  the  next.  They  cost  Is.  a 
pair." 

The  two  German  ladies  looked  at  each  other  and  smiled. 
Then  they  politely  changed  the  subject. 

The  German  woman  lives  in  her  kitchen  and  is  proud 
of  it.  The  English  woman  avoids  it  and  is  proud  of 
that.  Consequently  the  German  governess  employed  in 
England  must  be  careful  to  repress  her  domesticity: 

"How  do  you  like  your  new  German  governess  ?"  I  once 
asked  an  English  friend  who  lived  in  the  country  and  had 
just  engaged  a  German  lady  for  her  only  daughter. 

"Oh  !  I  like  her,"  said  my  friend  without  enthusiasm.  "She 
is  a  brilliant  musician  and  a  fine  linguist  and  all  that.  But 
she  has  such  odd  ideas  about  what  a  girl  ought  to  know.  The 
other  day  I  actually  caught  her  teaching  Patricia  to  dust." 

"If  you  don't  watch  her,"  I  said,  "she'll  probably  teach 
Patricia  to  cook." 

My  friend  looked  anxious  first,  and  then  relieved. 

"I  don't  see  how  she  could  do  that,"  she  said.  "The  cook 
would  never  have  them  in  the  kitchen  for  five  minutes.  But 
now  you  mention  it,  I  believe  she  can  cook-  When  things 
go  wrong  she  seems  to  know  what  has  been  done  or  not 
done." 

"That  might  be  useful."  I  suggested. 

"I  don't  see  it  I  expect  my  cook  to  know  her  work,  and 
to  do  it  and  not  to  rely  on  me.     I've  other  fish  to  fry." 

German  cooking  is  good,  although  the  German  meat 
is  often  poor.  The  author  recommends  Ftictbratcn,  a 
long  roll  of  undercut  of  beef  which  seems  to  be  sold 


by  the  yard.  It  is  basted  with  butter  and  the  gravy  is 
made  with  flour,  mushrooms,  cream,  and  extract  of 
beef: 

I  once  came  back  from  Germany  with  a  new  idea  for 
gravy,  and  tried  it  on  a  cook  who  seemed  to  think  that  gravy 
was  made  by  upsetting  a  kettle  over  a  joint  and  then  adding 
lumps  of  flour. 

"My  sister's  cook  always  puts  an  onion  in  the  tin  with  a 
joint,"  I  said  tentatively,  for  I  was  not  very  hopeful.  I  know 
that  there  is  always  some  insuperable  objection  to  anything 
not  consecrated  by  tradition. 

"It  gives  the  gravy  a  flavor,"  I  went  on,  "not  a  strong 
flavor " 

I  stopped.     I  waited  for  the  objection. 

"We  couldn't  do  that  here,"  said  the  cook. 

"Why  not?     We  have  tins  and  we  have  onions." 

"It  would  soil  the  dripping.  What  could  I  do  with  dripping 
as  tasted  of  onion  ?" 

I  had  never  thought  of  that,  and  so  I  had  never  asked  my 
sister  what  was  done  in  her  household  with  dripping  as  tasted 
with  onion. 

"I  should  think,"  I  said  slowly,  "that  it  could  be  used  to 
baste  the  next  joint." 

"Then  that  would  taste  of  onion,"  said  the  cook,  "and  I 
should  have  no  dripping  when  I  wanted  it." 

The  German  has  an  unshakable  conviction  that  the 
average  Englishman  is  regular  in  church  attendance 
and  in  the  beating  of  his  wife.  The  theory-  that  these 
rites  are  not  associated  in  the  same  individual  he  re- 
jects with  scorn: 

"What  is  the  use?"  he  asks,  "of  going  to  church  in  the 
morning  if  you  get  drunk  and  beat  your  wife  at  night  ?" 

"But  the  same  man  does  not  usually  do  both  things  in  one 
da3%"  you  represent  to  him.  "One  set  of  people  goes  to  church 
and  keeps  Sunday  strictly,  and  another  set  goes  to  public- 
houses  and  is  drunk  and  disorderly.  You  should  try  to  get 
out  of  your  head  your  idea  that  we  are  all  exactly  alike." 

"But  you  are — exactly  alike.  Every  one  of  you  goes  to 
church  with  a  solemn  face,  sings  psalms,  and  comes  back  to 
his  roast  beef  and  apple  pie.  All  the  afternoon  you  are 
asleep  ;  and  at  night  the  streets  and  parks  are  not  fit  for  re- 
spectable people," 

"At  night,"  you  explain,  "all  the  respectable  people  are  at 
home  eating  cold  beef  and  cold  pie.     The  others.   ..." 

"The  others  you  drive  to  drink  and  fight  and  kill  \>y  your 
Pharisaical  methods.  You  shut  the  doors  of  your  theatres  and 
your  art  galleries,  and  you  set  wide  the  doors  of  your  drinking 
hells.  How  you  can  call  yourself  a  religious  people — it  is 
Satanic.    ..." 

"But,  my  dear  man,"  you  say,  taking  a  long  breath,  "the 
people  who  go  to  the  public-houses  don't  want  theatres  and 
art  galleries.     They  are  on  too  low  a  level." 

"It  is  the  business  of  the  state  to  raise  them — not  to  push 
them  down.  Besides,  there  is  drinking — much  drinking — in 
England  on  the  higher  levels  too,  as  you  well  know.    .    .    ." 

"Of  course  I  know,"  you  say  impatiently.  "All  I  am  saying 
is  that  we  do  not  bring  it  about  by  shutting  the  British  Mu- 
seum on  Sundays." 

The  German  police  have  a  consuming  curiosity  about 
the  visitor.  The}-  are  polite,  but  the  curiosity  must  be 
satisfied,  and  it  covers  well-nigh  every  point  upon 
which  information  can  be  given: 

Before  you  have  been  in  Germany  a  fortnight  the  police  ex- 
pects to  know  all  about  you.  You  have  to  give  them  your 
fathers  Christian  and  surname,  and  tell  them  how  he  earned 
his  living,  and  where  he  was  born  ;  also  your  mother's  Chris- 
tian and  maiden  name,  and  where  she  was  born.  You  must 
declare  your  religion,  and  if  you  are  married  give  your  hus- 
band's Christian  and  surname;  also  where  he  was  born,  and 
what  he  does  for  a  living.  If  you  happen  to  do  anything 
yourself  though,  you  need  not  mention  it.  They  do  not  ex- 
pect a  women  to  be  anything  further  than  married  or  single. 
But  you  must  say  when  and  where  you  were  last  in  Germany, 
and  how  often  you  have  been,  and  why  you  have  come  now, 
and  what  you  are  doing,  and  how  long  you  propose  to  stay. 
They  tell  you  in  London  you  do  not  need  a  passport  in  Ger- 
many, and  they  tell  you  in  Berlin  that  you  must  either  produce 
one  or  be  handed  over  for  inquiry  to  your  embassy.  Last 
year  when  I  was  there  I  produced  one  twenty-three  years 
old.  I  had  not  troubled  to  get  a  new  one,  but  I  came  across 
this,  quite  yellow  with  age,  and  I  thought  it  might  serve  to 
make  some  official  happy ;  for  I  had  once  seen  my  husband 
get  himself,  me,  and  our  bicycles  over  the  German  frontier 
and  into  Switzerland,  and  next  morning  back  into  Germany, 
by  showing  the  gendarmes  on  the  bridge  his  C.  T.  C.  ticket. 
I  can  not  say  that  my  ancient  passport  made  my  official  exactly 
happy.  Twenty-three  years  ago  he  was  certainly  in  a  Steck- 
kissen,  and  no  doubt  he  felt  that  in  those  days,  in  a  world 
without  him  to  set  it  right,  anything  might  happen. 

The  author  makes  the  surprising  statement  that  Ger- 
mans refuse  to  admit  that  Shakespeare  was  an  Eng- 
lishman. It  is  true  that  he  was  born  at  Stratford,  but 
actually  he  belongs  to  Germany,  and  therefore  Byron 
is  the  only  great  poet  England  has  ever  had.  These  pro- 
fundities are  actually  taught  in  lessons  on  literature. 
She  speaks  of  an  English  girl  who  went  to  the  best- 
known  teachers  in  Berlin  for  lessons  in  German,  "and 
found,  as  she  found  elsewhere,  that  the  talk  incessantly 
turned  on  the  crimes  of  England  and  the  inferiority  of 
England" : 

"You  have  had  two  great  names,"  said  the  teacher,  "two 
and  no  more.  That  is,  if  one  can  in  any  sense  of  the  word 
call  Shakespeare  an  English  name  .  .  .  Shakespeare  and 
Byron,  .  .  .  then  you  have  finished.  You  have  never  had 
any  one  else,  and  Shakespeare  has  always  belonged  more  to 
us  than  to  you." 

The  English  girl  gasped,  for  she  knew  something  of  her 
own  literature, 

"But  have  you  never  heard  about  Chaucer,"  she  asked,  "or 
of  the  Elizabethans,  or  of  Milton,  Keats,  Shelley,  Words- 
worth  .    .    .  ?" 

"Re den  Sie  nicht.  reden  Sie  nicht!"  cried  the  teacher,  "I 
never  allow  my  pupils  to  argue  with  me."  Shakespeare  and 
Byron   .    .    .   no,   Byron  only,    .    .    .    then   England  has  done." 

Mrs.  Sidgwick  is  so  far  successful  that  she  gives  us 
a  new  idea  about  Germany,  not  the  Germany  of  politics 
and  trade,  but  of  the  school  and  the  home.  And  that, 
it  need  hardly  be  said,  is  the  real  Germany.  And  she 
writes  so  easily,  so  intimately,  and  so  humorously  that 
her  book  is  a  delight  from  cover  to  cover. 

Home  Life  in  Germany.  By  Mrs.  Alfred  Sidgwick. 
New  York:  The  Macmillan  Company;  $1.50  net. 


In  Paraguay  women  so  far  outnumber  the  men  that 
they  are  compelled  to  do  much  of  the  manual  labor. 
Practically  all  the  street-car  conductors  are  women. 


August  3,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


73 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Marcus  Alonzo  Hanna. 

So  large  a  biography  of  Mr.  Hanna  might  be 
justified  upon  two  grounds,  that  of  a  public 
demand,  or  of  its  importance  to  political  his- 
tory. We  may  doubt  the  existence  of  a  public 
demand,  while  the  historical  importance  of 
the  volume  is  not  apparent  in  its  pages. 

But  Mr.  Croly  is  not  to  blame.  Bricks  can 
not  be  made  without  straw,  and  if  Mr.  Hanna 
had  left  vital  documents  behind  him  we  must 
have  revised  our  opinions  of  Mr.  Hanna. 
There  are  no  disclosures,  no  revelations,  no 
missing  links,  and  so  the  political  world  may 
resume  its  usual  respiratory  processes.  With 
the  exception  of  domestic  and  family  matters, 
we  shall  find  little  in  this  book  that  we  do  not 
already  know,  or  might  not  find  in  the  news- 
paper files. 

But  the  story  is  admirably  told.  No  man 
could  have  told  it  better  than  Mr.  Croly,  or 
with  a  clearer  eye  to  the  delineation  of  char- 
acter with  a  due  observance  of  the  de  mortuis 
precept.  We  are  told  of  Mr.  Hanna's  birth 
and  parentage,  the  romance  of  his  marriage, 
and  his  early  connection  with  the  industry 
that  built  up  his  fortunes.  The  political  story 
from  the  national  point  of  view  began  at  the 
Republican  convention  of  1884.  Then  came 
the  quarrel  with  Foraker  and  the  steady  and 
persistent  work  for  McKinley.  Hanna  in- 
tended to  be  the  power  behind  the  throne,  and 
it  was  due  to  his  efforts  that  McKinley  was 
able  to  live  down  his  congressional  defeat  in 
1890  and  his  bankruptcy  during  his  first  term 
as  Governor  of  Ohio.  Hanna  contributed  a 
large  part  of  the  needed  funds  and  persuaded 
Mr.  Carnegie,  Mr.  Frick,  and  others  to  supply 
the  remainder.  We  have  a  good  account  of 
the  campaign  of  1S96  and  of  the  McKinley 
administration,  particularly  interesting  being 
the  brief  survey  of  the  threatened  estrange- 
ment between  McKinley  and  Hanna.  The 
situation  affected  Hanna  so  much  as  to  in- 
jure his  health  and  produce  an  attack  of  heart 
failure  and  faintness,  and  Mr.  Croly  believes 
that  the  President  was  seriously  disturbed  by 
Hanna's  growing  power,  which  "was  assuming 
such  formidable  dimensions  that  the  President 
might  well  begin  to  wonder  how  his  own  pres- 
tige was  beginning  to  look  by  comparison." 

Mr.  Croly  shows  a  wise  caution  in  his  gen- 
eral summary  of  Hanna's  character.  From 
Hanna's  own  distinctive  point  of  view  he 
must  be  judged  as  disinterested,  but  it  is  a 
point  of  view  increasingly  hard  to  understand. 
For  him  the  nation  was  represented  by  the 
group  of  men  and  women  whom  he  knew,  and 
to  advance  their  fortunes  became  a  public 
duty.  It  is  a  point  of  view  associated  with 
ignorance,  with  a  mind  extraordinarily  sharp- 
ened to  a  single  point  and  wholly  unaware 
even  of  the  existence  of  high  ideals  or  of 
broad  surveys.  That  Hanna  was  genial  and 
kindly  goes  without  saying.  These  qualities 
belong  to  his  political  caste,  they  are  the  tools 
of  his  political  trade,  they  are  among  the  per- 
sonal virtues  that  facilitate  public  vices.  Mr. 
Croly's  admirable  book  is  the  story  of  a  page 
of  American  history  that  has  now  been  turned 
and  that  it  has  been  written  so  concisely  and 
so  accurately  gives  it  a  value  not  to  be  over- 
looked. 

Marcus  Alonzo  Hanna:  His  Life  and  Work. 
By  Herbert  Croly.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company;    $2.50    net. 


The  Price  She  Paid. 
The  latest  published  story  from  the  pen  of 
David  Graham  Phillips  contains  an  assortment 
of  characters,  none  of  them  good,  most  of 
them  bad,  some  of  them  infamous.  With  one 
or  two  minor  exceptions  we  look  in  vain  for 
a  spark  of  unselfishness,  a  high  idea,  or  a 
worthy  aim.  We  shall  be  told  that  this  is 
typical  of  New  York  life,  but  upon  that  point 
opinions  may  differ. 

When  Henry  Gower  dies,  supposedly  rich 
but  actually  poor,  he  leaves  a  widow  and  a 
daughter,  Mildred.  Mrs.  Gower  speedily  mar- 
ries a  man  whom  she  believes  to  be  wealthy 
and  who  believes  her  to  be  wealthy,  and  as 
they  are  both  mistaken  they  lead  the  usual 
cat  and  dog  life.  Mildred  deliberately  gives 
herself  to  General  Siddall,  who  is  inordi- 
nately rich,  but  who  is  also  an  evil  little 
wretch  whose  conceit,  malice,  and  cruelty  are 
repulsive  and  subhuman.  She  is  willing  to 
tolerate  this  abominable  monster  until  she 
finds  that  she  is  not  to  be  entrusted  with  a 
cent  of  money,  and  then  she  leaves  him. 
And  it  may  be  said  that  money  is  the  only 
motive   of  the  story. 

Being  without  resources,  Mildred  decides 
to  become  an  operatic  singer.  It  seems  that 
decent  lodgings  and  food  can  not  be  pur- 
chased in  New  York  for  less  than  $35  a 
week,  while  for  singing  lessons  the  price  is 
$15  a  half-hour.  Under  these  circumstances 
she  allows  an  old  lover,  Baird,  to  finance  her, 
it  being  understood  that  he  will  be  repaid 
only  in  cash,  and  he.  upon  his  part,  undertakes 
"not  to  be  a  beast."  It  would  seem  that  an 
obligation  not  to  be  a  beast  is  the  high-water 
mark  of  human  virtue. 

The  heart  of  the  story  concerns  itself  with 
Mildred's  efforts  to  be  an  opera  singer  and 
to  avoid  the  annoyances  of  her  husband,  who 
wishes  her  to  return,  of  Baird,  who  wishes 
her  to  marry  him,  and  of  a  lawyer  named 
Keith,  who  has  a  similar  ambition.  Keith  is 
the  most  distinctive  of  all  the  male  characters, 
an   eccentric  genius  with  a  sort   of  uncanny 


clairvoyance  about  him  and  who  finally  per- 
suades Mildred  that  the  art  of  singing  can 
not  be  acquired  without  effort  and  that  its 
basis  is  good  health.  Here  is  an  extract  from 
a  memorandum  of  advice  which  he  gives  us 
and  which  she  scornfully  rejects: 

Diet  and  exercise.  A  routine  life,  its  routine 
rigidly  adhered  to,  day  in  and  day  out,  month 
after  month,  year  after  year.  Small  and  unin- 
teresting and  monotonous  food,  nothing  to  drink, 
and,  of  course,  no  cigarettes.  Such  is  the  secret 
of  a  reliable  voice  for  you  who  have  a  "delicate 
throat" — which  is  the  silly,  shallow,  and  misleading 
way  of  saying  a  delicate  digestion,  for  sore  throat 
always  means  indigestion,  never  means  anything 
else.  To  sing,  the  instrument,  the  absolutely  ma- 
terial machine,  must  be  in  perfect  order.  The 
rest  is  easy. 

Mildred  eventually  succeeds  with  the  aid 
of  an  Italian  teacher  who  refuses  to  take 
more  than  $2  a  lesson  and  who  tells  her  : 

No,  it  is  not  more  art  that  America  needs,  but 
more  sense  about  eating — and  to  keep  away  from 
the  doctors.  People  full  of  pills,  they  can  not 
make  poems  and  pictures,  and  write  operas  and 
sing  them.  Throw  away  those  pills,  dear  young 
lady,  I  implore  you. 

The  authorship  of  this  story  is  a  guaranty 
that  it  is  well  written,  concise,  dramatic,  and 
with  no  slipshod  work.  And  yet  it  leaves  be- 
hind it  a  feeling  of  depression.  The  chief 
characters  are  so  sordid,  so  selfish,  so  heart- 
less. Nowhere  is  there  a  suggestion  of  im- 
provement, of  a  moral  lesson  learned,  of  an 
ennobling  ideal.  The  story  may  be  entirely 
true  to  life  of  a  certain  kind,  but  pictures  that 
are  entirely  true  to  life  are  not  art. 

The  Price  She  Paid.  By  David  Graham  Phil- 
lips.    New  York:  D.  Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.30  net. 


What  Is  and  "What  Might  Be. 

Here  we  have  still  another  volume  upon  edu- 
cation, and  one  marked  by  the  same  sterling 
good  sense  that  has  distinguished  so  many 
of  its  competitors.  To  speak  of  it  as  a  pro- 
test is  to  use  too  harsh  a  word.  It  is  rather 
an  encouragement  to  the  reaction  from  a 
system  of  "results"  which  pays  regard  only  to 
what  is  outer  and  visible  and  that  neglects 
the  inward  and  vital.  The  old  system  is  not 
one  of  our  education  alone.  It  permeates 
modern  life.  It  is  a  part  of  the  crude  and 
showy  materialism  of  the  day. 

The  basis  of  our  education,  says  the  author 
boldly,  is  the  doctrine  of  original  sin.  It  is 
taken  for  granted  by  those  who  train  the 
child  that  his  nature,  if  allowed  to  develop 
itself  freely,  will  grow  in  the  wrong  direction, 
and  will  therefore  lead  him  astray,  and  that 
it  is  the  function  of  education  to  counteract 
this  tendency  and  to  compel  it  to  adopt  some 
other  by  perpetual  repression  and  restraint, 
The  new  idea  would  reverse  this  process.  It 
would  recognize  that  a  child's  natural  course 
is  toward  the  good,  that  he  is  naturally  a 
"child  of  God"  rather  than  a  "child  of  wrath," 
and  that  it  needs  no  more  than  cultivation, 
encouragement,  and  a  clearing  away  of  the 
weeds.  The  duty  of  the  educator  is  one  not 
so  much  of  initiative  as  of  direction. 

The  author  divides  his  work  into  two  parts. 
First  he  considers  "what  is,"  and  then  "what 
might  be."  In  the  first  part  we  have  chapters 
on  "Salvation  Through  Mechanical  Obedi- 
ence" and  "Education  Through  Mechanical 
Obedience."  The  second  part  is  devoted  to 
Self-Realization,  which  is  the  only  fruitful  end 
of  all  education  processes.  A  further  chapter 
on  "A  School  in  Utopia"  is,  it  need  hardly  be 
said,  Utopian,  but  then  where  should  we  all 
be  if  there  were  no  Utopias  at  the  back  of 
our  mind  urging  us  toward  effort  and  better- 
ment. Mr.  Holmes  has  written  an  inspiring 
book  and  one  that  will  take  its  place  in  the 
work  of  educational  reform. 

What  Is  and  What  Might  Be.  By  Edmond 
Holmes.  New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $1.25 
net. 


Cead  Mille  Failthe. 

The  best  type  of  Irish  immigrant  has  never 
been  more  happily  painted  than  in  this  cheery 
little  story  by  E.  R.  Lipsett.  It  describes  an 
Irish  family  of  the  poorer  class  who  have 
come  to  New  York  with  various  friends  from 
the  old  country,  including  the  son  of  an  aris- 
tocrat who  has  had  a  painful  difference  of 
opinion  with  his  father.  Tim  Dunleary  is  an 
old  soldier  who  has  commuted  his  pension, 
and  his  daughter  Didy  is  the  charming  heroine 
of  the  story.  Opening  a  boarding-house  in 
New  York  we  find  Didy  affixing  a  sign  to  the 
fanlight— "Cead  Mille  Failthe,"  or  "The 
House  of  a  Thousand  Welcomes,"  and  this 
assures  an  Irish  atmosphere  inside  whatever 
there  may  be  outside.  The  struggle  to  get  a 
foothold  in  New  York  is  a  hard  one  for  all 
concerned,  but  the  real  charm  of  the  story  is 
its  picture  of  Irish  sentiment  with  its  old 
and  new  patriotisms,  and  the  pathos  of  the 
longing  for  the  old  home.  The  fascinating 
Didy  gives  us  all  the  love  interest  we  need, 
and  we  leave  her  with  the  full  assurance  that 
she  will  be  well  looked  after. 

The  House  of  a  Thousand  Welcomes.  By  E. 
R.  Lipsett.     New  York:  John  Lane  Company. 


nouncing  index  of  proper  names  which  is 
also  a  glossary  giving  their  derivations  and 
meanings. 

Mr.  Lawrence  Beesley,  one  of  the  survivors 
of  the  Titanic,  has  written  a  full  account  of 
his  experiences  under  the  title  of  "The  Loss 
of  the  Titanic"  (Houghton  Mifflin  Company; 
$1.20  net).  Mr.  Beesley  has  the  gift  of  direct 
narrative,  while  the  various  diagrams  illus- 
trating the  construction  of  the  ship,  etc.,  are 
of  great  practical   interest. 

"How  to  Visit  Europe  on  Next  to  Nothing," 
by  E.  P.  Prentys  (Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.;  $1 
net),  describes  in  a  practical  and  amusing 
way  how  an  American  girl  went  abroad  for 
ten  weeks,  visiting  England,  Belgium,  and 
France  for  $300.  Any  one  who  wishes  to 
do  likewise  will  find  an  aid  in  this  intelli- 
gently written  book  with  its  table  of  expenses 
day  by  day, 

"The  Super  Race,"  by  Scott  Nearing,  ap- 
pears in  the  Art  of  Life  series  (B.  W. 
Huebsch ;  50  cents  net),  and  is  a  somewhat 
inflated  appeal  for  eugenics.  Here  is  an  ex- 
tract: "You  must  choose  your  life  partner 
with  a  view  to  the  elimination  of  anti-social 
tendencies,  on  the  one  hand,  and  on  the  othei 
to  the  development  of  the  qualities  which  dis- 
tinguish the  Super  Man."  Ex  uno  disce 
o  nines. 

Among  the  late  additions  to  the  Outing 
Handbooks  is  "Apple  Growing,"  by  M.  C. 
Burrett  (Outing  Publishing  Company;  70 
cents).  The  author  explains  that  in  the 
preparation  of  his  book  he  has  kept  con- 
stantly before  him  the  condition  of  the  aver- 
age farm  in  the  Northeastern  States  with  its 
small  apple  orchard,  and  to  set  down  only 
such  facts  as  would  be  of  practical  value  to 
the  owner  of  such  a  farm. 

Modeste  Hannis  Jordan  has  an  exceptional 
gift  for  writing  about  babies,  as  every  maga- 
zine reader  knows.  Those  who  have  been 
attracted  by  the  pathos  and  power  of  her 
stories  will  welcome  a  volume  from  her  pen 
just  published  by  the  Cosmopolitan  Press  un- 
der the  title  of  "The  Studio  Baby  and  Some 
Other  Children."  There  are  eight  stories  in 
the  book,  and  they  are  of  a  high  and  uni- 
form merit.     The  price  is  $1.25  net. 

D.  Appleton  &  Co.  are  the  publishers  of 
"Our  Baby,"  by  Ralph  Oakley  Clock,  M.  D. 
The  work  takes  up  the  care  of  babies  from 
birth  until  two  or  three  years  of  age,  and 
discusses  hygiene,  training,  and  general  care, 
baths,  exercise,  outings,  nursing  habits,  signs 
of  illness,  etc.,  as  well  as  the  all-important 
subject  of  feeding.  The  information  is  con- 
veyed with  simplicity  and  in  such  a  way  as 
to  inspire  confidence.     The  price  is  $1.25  net. 

Under  the  title  of  "Home  Hygiene  and  Pre- 
vention of  Disease"  Dr.  Norman  E.  Ditman, 
M.  D.,  gives  us  a  substantial  volume  of 
sensible  advice.  Turning  up  the  many  painful 
diseases  of  which  we  ourselves  are  the  vic- 
tim we  find  that  they  are  all  treated  with 
adequate  deference,  while  our  respect  for  the 
book  is  still  further  increased  by  the  fact  that 
the  index  contains  no  reference  either  to 
germs  or  microbes.  The  publishers  are  Duf- 
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?,EW    LANG,   MAN    OF    LETTERS. 


Irew  Lang,  critic,  poet,  and  anthropolo- 
gist, died  at  Banchory,  Scotland,  July  22.  He 
was  born  at  Selkirk,  March  31,  1844.  His 
writings  extend  over  the  period  from  1872 
and    include    ballads    and    lyrics,    fairy    tales, 

jjl  ng  sketches,  history",  critical  essays,  and 
translations.  He  was  a  frequent  contributor 
to  periodical  literature  and  was  associated  for 
a  long  time  with  the  London  Daily  News.  In 
1SS8  he  was  Gifford  lecturer  at  St.  Andrew's 
University   on    natural   religion. 

Among  the  many  tributes  to  the  powers  of 
the  man  of  letters  who  has  laid  down  his 
pen,  printed  in  American  periodicals,  that  of 
William  Marion  Reedy,  editor  of  the  St.  Louis 
Mirror,  seems  most  in  accord  with  the  appre- 
ciation in  which  Lang  was  held  by  his  readers 
on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic  The  column  is 
reproduced  here: 

They  bring  us  bitter  news  to  hear — the 
wires  that  tell  us  of  the  death  of  Andrew 
Lang,  "my  Andrew  of  the  brindled  hair." 
For  how  many  of  us  was  Lang  a  part  of  our 
most  golden  youth  !  How  can  we  believe  that 
he  was  sixty-eight  and  is  gone?  Still  freshly 
ringing  and  singing  in  the  somewhat  dulled 
ear  of  memory  are  those  ballads  and  lyrics 
of  old  France,  which  he  translated — trans- 
lated, yes ;  but  with  something  of  the  au- 
thentic and  original  in  the  note  he  gave  them 
of  his  own.  For  Lang  had  the  lyric  gift  in- 
deed, and  was  master  of  those  simplicities 
in  speech  which  are  the  supreme  felicities. 
It  was  Lang  who,  with  Austin  Dobson,  in- 
troduced to  English  readers  most  happily  the 
Provencal  forms  of  verse,  and  the  dainty  re- 
currences of  French  vers  de  societe.  He 
and  Dobson  naturalized  in  English  the  bal- 
lade, triolet,  rondel,  rondeau,  sestina,  pan- 
-  illanelle,  and  kyrielle — beautiful  forms 
all  when  the  form  does  not  overpower  and 
subordinate  the  substance  of  the  song.  Lang 
had  a  smack  of  Sir  Walter  and  of  Burns — 
for  all  his  "form"'  he  was  a  natural  singer, 
with  fancy  and  imagination  and  humor  and 
tenderness.  Moreover,  he  was  deeply  and 
widely  learned,  yet  he  bore  his  learning  lightly. 
His  was  a  true  culture — blend  of  knowledge 
with  feeling.  Homer  was  his  friend — he  and 
S.  H.  Butcher  produced  what  is  by  all  odds 
the  best  rendition  of  the  greatest  poet  in 
musical  English  prose.  Also  he  translated 
Theocritus,  Bion  and  Moschus  and  truly 
carried  over  their  spirit  into  the  English 
tongue.  His  versions  of  the  stories  of  Gautier 
were  unsurpassed  until  the  coming  of  Laf- 
cadio  Heam.  The  old  song-story  of  "Au- 
cassin  and  Nicolete"  he  reproduced  in  unsur- 
passable form.  A  work  of  his  that  will  out- 
last St.  Paul's  is  "Letters  to  Dead  Authors," 
parodies  in  exechis,  and  at  the  same  time 
subtlest  interpretations  and  criticisms.  In 
prose,  at  his  best,  Lang  had  a  style  surpassing 
Stevenson's  because  it  was  less  labored,  bore 
fewer  traces  of  the  file.  His  long  poem, 
"Helen  of  Troy,"  stands  very  near  the  top  of 
the  list  of  the  great  minor  works  of  the  Vic- 
torian age,  and  the  supplementary  note  is  in 
itself  a  gem  of  erudition  in  limpid  prose. 
Lang  was  a  classicist  as  rapt  and  eloquent  as 
Mackail.  Dilettante  some  have  called  him. 
but  he  was  more.  The  winds  of  the  world 
blew  through  his  work.  His  studies  never 
won  him  from  the  golf  links,  the  trout  stream, 
the  cricket  field.  Scotch  to  the  heart  of  him 
he  was  a  worshiper,  though  not  an  undis- 
cerning  one,  of  Man,-  the  fated  queen.  His 
interest  extended  beyond  classic  times  to 
primitive  conditions,  and  he  even  dared  to 
dispute  facts  and  deductions  with  Fraser  of 
"The  Golden  Bough,"'  concerning  the  origins 
of  religions.  Encyclopaedic  in  his  informa- 
tion, he  was  one  of  the  best  book-reviewers 
in  the  world  and  it  is  not  possible  to  enumer- 
ate the  number  of  volumes  to  which  he  con- 
tributed introductions  always  piquant,  stimu- 
lative, and  unique  in  point  of  view.  A  favor- 
ite heroine  of  his  was  Joan  of  Arc.  None 
in  this  drab  day  loved  her  better  save  our 
own  Mark  Twain.  Long  will  children  remem- 
ber Andrew  Lang,  for,  every  year  for  I  know 
not  how  many  years,  he  published  a  "Fairy 
Book" — they  were  called  by  the  colors  and 
ago  the  primaries  were  exhausted  and 
he  had  come  to  combinations  like  "olive." 
These  books  contain  the  best  of  the  fairy- 
folk-lore  of  all  countries :  thev  are  a  library 
of  the  literature  of  "the  little  people"  who 
hold  revel  beneficently  or  impish  in  the  realm 
between  men  and  angels.  A  prodigiously  pro- 
ductive penman  was  Lang — some  one  said  long 
ago  there  was  no  such  person,  but  a  syndi- 
cate— yet  there  was  no  trace  of  weariness  in 
his  output.  He  caroe  fresh  to  everything  and 
left  it  fresh  to  the  reader.  His  was  a  zest 
supreme,  for  everything  and  for  controversy 
not  the  least.  Fifteen  years  ago  his  editorials 
in  the  London  Daily  News,  on  subjects  histor- 
ical or  literary,  about  queer,  forgotten  char- 
acters, or  about  superstitions  or  charms  or 
gems  were  the  delight  of  all  London.  He 
was  the  friend  of  Stevenson  and  Henley  and 
Dobson,  and  of  nearly  all  the  worthy  men 
of  letters  of  his  time.  And  he  helped  all 
writers  who  were  innocent  of  the  two  great 
sins  in  his  eye.  stupidity  and  slovenly  work- 
manship. A  course  in  Andrew  Lang — he 
wrote  almost  as  much  as  Voltaire — would 
range  creation  almost.  His  pen  can  interest 
you  in  anything  it  touches.  Many  powers 
were  his.  but  first  he  was  a  poet.  His  verses 
are  as  alive  today  as  they  were  thirty  years 
ago.  and  they  go  straight  to  hearts  frosted 
now  that  then  were  all  aglow  with  loves 
a-many — battle,  books  and  girls  who  have 
joined  Villon's  "ladies  of  old  time."  I  do 
believe  that  in  all  the  years  of  his  work  he 
■urnte  no  line  which,  dying,  he  would  wish 
to  blot.  lie  held  by  old  faiths  and  forms  and 
friends  and  reat  was  his  love  for  Scotland, 
and  especially  for  that  storied  part  "where 
Yarrow.  Tweed,  and  Errick  flow  together." 
Abounding  joy  bath  Andrew  Lang  given  us 
in  his  time  nd  ours,  a  joy  of  the  life  beautiful 
in  thought  and  feeling,  and  the  least  we  can 
ask  for  bin.  is  the  prayer  which  is  cryptic  in 


both  doubt  and  faith  :  "Eternal  rest  give  unto 
him,  O,  Lord,  and  let  perpetual  light  shine 
upon  him,"  for  rest  and  illumination  were  his 
gifts  to  us  who  hearkened  to  the  high  sum- 
mons of  his  songs. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Enchantment. 
I   wonder  how  the  robin's  throat 
Hath  caught  the  rain's  sweet  dripping  note, 
That    little    falling,    pelting    sound, 
Liquidly  clear   and   crystal    round, 
The  very  heart-rune  of  the   Spring, 
Enchanted  of  the  sky  and  ground, 
That  conjures  life   from   everything. 

No    ancient,    age-worn    witchery, 

No  incantation,  could  set  free 

The  fast-bound  dead;  yet  here  each  day, 

Robin  and  rain  in  mystic  way 

Bring  life  back  greenly;  ah,  and  how 

One's  heart  and  pulse  obey 

That  lure  of  music!     Listen  now.    .    .    . 

Sara  King,   in  Harper's  Magazine. 


The  Harvest. 

Now  is  the  time,   O   sowers  of  the  grain, 
To  reap  the  fruitage  of  the  scattered  seed, 
And   store  it  'gainst  the  gnawing  hour  of   need 

When  days  grow  dark  with  flaws  of  wintry   ran! 

Now  is  the  time  to  heap  the  great-wheeled  wain, 
Gleaning  the  windrows,  ye  of  brawny  breed, 
Filling  the  mows  with  the  all-golden  meed 

Of  your  hard  labor  upon  hill  and  plain! 

Slowly  the  day  declines;   the  west  is  rife 
With  its  irradiant  glories.     Toil  is  done. 
How  sweet  the  rest  is  with  the  harvest  won 
Only  the  vigilant  husbandmen  can  tell; 
But  here,  as  in  the  wider  fields  of  life, 

What,  O  ye  sowers,  if  ye  sowed  not  well? 
— Clinton' ScoUard,    in    Ainslee's   Magasiw. 


The  Bathing  Boy. 
I  saw  him  standing  idly  on  the  brim 

Of  the  quick  river,  in  his  beauty  clad, 
So  fair  he  was  that  Nature  looked  at  him 

And  touched  him  with  her  sunbeams  here  and 

there, 
So   that  his  cool  flesh   sparkled,    and  his   hair 
Blazed  like  a  crown  above  the  naked  lad. 

And  so  I  wept;  I  have  seen  lovely  things, 

Maidens  and  stars  and  roses  all  a-nod 

In  moonlit  seas,  but  Love  without  his  wings 

Set  in  the  azure  of  an  August  sky, 

Was  all  too   fair  for  my  mortality, 

And  so  I' wept  to  see  the  little  god. 

Till  with  a  sudden  grace  of  silver  skin 

And  golden  lock  he  dived,  his  song  of  joy 
Broke  with  bubbles  as  he  bore  them  in; 

And  lo,  the  fear  of  night  was  on  that  place, 
Till  decked  with  new-found  gems  and  flushed 
of   face. 
He  rose  again,  a  laughing,  choking  boy. 
— From    "Poems  and  Songs,''    by  Richard  Middlc- 


At  Maestricht. 
Life  Guards  of  England,  Musketeers  of  France, 

D'Artagnan,    Monmouth,   Churchill,  side  by  side, 
Oh,  the  brave  fellowship,  the  foul  mischance! — 

Tread  softly  here,  for  here  D'Artagnan  died. 

Without    the    moldering    wall,    the    vanished    gate, 
The  broken  bastion,  and  the  moat  sun-dried, 

Still   stands  the  demilune  most  desolate, — 
Tread  softly  here,  for  here  D'Artagnan  died. 

If  you  have   followed  fortune,   riding  post, 

Fame  for  your  spur,  and  beauty  for  your  guide; 

If  you  have  boasted,  and  outdone  your  boast, — 
Tread  softly  here,  for  here  D'Artagnan  died. 

If  you   have   thrilled   beneath    a  woman's  touch, 
If  you  have  told  her  truth,  if  you  have  lied; 

If  you  have  loved  too  many  or  too  much — 
Tread  softly  here,  for  here  D'Artagnan  died. 

If    you    have    freely    squandered,    feasted,    quaffed, 
Marched,  starved,  and  fought  with  comrades  true 
and  tried; 
If    you     have     looked     death     in     the     eyes,     and 
laughed, — 
Tread  softly  here,   for  here  D'Artagnan   died. 

Lovers  of  love,   and  lovers  of  good  wine, 
Great  fighters  all,  great  ladies  in  your  pride, 

All   dreamers  of  delicious   dreams  and    fine, — 
Tread   softly  here,    for  here  D'Artagnan  died. 
— Frank    Taylor,   in   London    Spectator. 


Miss  Anglin,  who  terminated  her  prolonged 
Western  tour  a  few  days  ago,  has  gone  to 
her  camp  in  the  Adirondacks  to  rest  for  the 
summer.  About  the  middle  of  August  she 
will  begin  the  rehearsals  of  Edward  Shel- 
don's new  play,  "Egypt,"  which  is  to  be  first 
produced  in  Chicago  toward  the  end  of  Sep- 
tember. "Egypt"  is  a  four-act  play  of  mod- 
ern American  life.  The  action  takes  place  in 
Georgia  and  New  York. 


An  early  presentation  by  James  K.  Hackett 
of  the  new  play  by  Booth  Tarkington,  entitled 
"The  Man  on  Horseback,"  is  sure  to  attract 
widespread  attention,  as  there  is  a  political 
interest  to  the  story  with  a  Rooseveltian  tinge. 


"The  Rose  Maid,"  considered  one  of  the 
most  substantial  hits  of  the  past  season  in 
New  York,  has  been  booked  for  an  early  date 
at  the  Columbia  Theatre  in  this  city. 


One  of  the  notable  bookings  for  the  near 
future  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  is  Julian 
EUinge  and  a  big  company  in  "The  Fasci- 
nating Widow." 

-«•» 

David  Belasco's  production  of  "The 
Woman"  will  be  sent  on  a  tour  of  the  Pacific 
Coast. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


A  New  Play  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

At  the  Columbia  Theatre  on  Monday  night, 
August  5,  the  co-star  engagement  of  the 
Hackett  season  will  take  place  with  James 
K.  Hackett  and  Brandon  Tynan  appearing  in 
the  principal  roles  of  the  new  play,  "The 
Melody  of  Youth."  This  is  the  Brandon 
Tynan  comedy  in  three  acts  which  the  author 
has  been  rehearsing  for  some  weeks  with  the 
Hackett  forces,  and  which  gives  promise  of 
proving  an  exceptionally  attractive  work.  Its 
scenes  are  laid  in  Dublin  and  the  Wicklow 
Mountains,  and  a  powerful  cast  will  appear 
in  the  various  roles.  It  will  be  the  first 
presentation  on  any  stage  of  this  play  and 
Mr.  Hackett  has  prepared  for  it  a  superb 
scenic  equipment  James  K.  Hackett  will  ap- 
pear in  the  role  of  Paul  Knox,  described  on 
the  programme  as  a  Calvinistic  minister,  and 
Brandon  Tynan  will  be  seen  as  Anthony 
Beresford,  a  young  student  of  divinity,  fresh 
from  college.  E.  M.  Holland  will  have  the 
role  of  Henry  Sly,  a  rich  society  man  of  Dub- 
lin in  the  'Thirties.  The  leading  feminine 
role  will  be  played  by  Lily  Cahill,  and  Will 
R.  Walling  will  also  be  in  the  cast.  Olive 
Oliver,  Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen,  Charles  Lane, 
Elizabeth  Stuart,  and  Eva  Vincent  are  among 
those  to  appear  in  the  new  Tynan  work. 

Matinees   Wednesday  and   Saturda}-. 


"Patience''  and  "The  Pirates"  at  the  Cort. 

The  Gilbert  &  Sullivan  Festival  Company, 
with  De  Wolf  Hopper,  Blanche  Duffield,  Eu- 
gene Cowles,  George  MacFarlane,  Arthur  Al- 
dridge,  Kate  Condon,  Viola  Gillette,  Arthur 
Cunningham,  Alice  Brads',  and  Louise  Barthel. 
now  filling  the  Cort  Theatre  the  second  week 
of  their  phenomenal  engagement  in  "Pina- 
fore," announce  a  change  of  programme  on 
Sunday  evening  next,  when  "Patience"  will 
have  its  turn.  This  opera  will  be  sung  on 
Sunday,  Monday,  Tuesday,  and  Wednesday 
nights,  and  at  the  Wednesday  matinee.  On 
Thursday  night  "The  Pirates  of  Penzance"' 
will  be  given,  and  the  production  will  remain 
for  the  rest  of  the  week. 

It  is,  indeed,  more  than  a  pleasure  to  have 
this  fine  organization  here  and  high  praise  is 
certainly  due  to  the  management  who  con- 
ceived and  carried  out  the  idea,  for  these  re- 
vivals have  proved  a  treat  and  a  joy  to  all 
classes  of  theatre-goers.  The  success  of  the 
undertaking  serves  to  further  prove  that  the 
good  things  of  the  theatre  never  die. 

The  revivals  which  we  have  already  heard, 
"The  Mikado,"  which  was  sung  last  week, 
and  "Pinafore."  which  is  this  week's  offering, 
have  established  the  fact  that  the  wit  and 
satire  of  Gilbert  and  the  melodic  charm  and 
vivacity  of  Sullivan  still  preserve  their 
potency  to  the  fullest  degree.  But  it  must 
not  be  forgotten  that  such  a  cast  as  that 
presented  by  the  Festival  Company  was  never 
before  seen  in  San  Francisco  in  these  classics 
of  comic  opera.         

At  the  Orpheum. 

The  Orpheum  programme  for  next  week 
will  be  the  means  of  introducing  to  San  Fran- 
cisco audiences  Mme.  Bertha  Kalich,  the  great 
emotional  actress  who  took  New  York  by 
storm  with  her  marvelous  portrayals  of  the 
principal  feminine  roles  in  "The  Kreutzer  So- 
nata," "Fedora,"  "Monna  Vanna,"  "Cora," 
"Sappho  and  Phaon,"  and  "The  Unbroken 
Road."  Although  a  stranger  here  her  fame 
is  well  known,  for  since  the  advent  of  Bern- 
hardt and  Duse  no  actress  has  created  as 
big  a  sensation.  Mme.  Kalich  has  selected  for 
her  vaudeville  engagement  an  intense  one-act 
play  entitled  "A  Light  from  St.  Agnes,"  which 
she  has  staged  with  great  accuracy  and  care, 
and  has  secured  for  her  support  those  sterling 
artists,  John   Booth   and  John   Harrington. 

Lydia  Nelson  and  Her  Boys  and  Girls,  who 
have  only  just  come  to  this  country,  will  pre- 
sent an  English  dancing  novelty.  Miss  Xel- 
son  is  an  accomplished  solo  dancer  and  her 
young  associates  are  clever  and  nimble.  Be- 
tween their  terpsichorean  efforts  the  quintet 
sing   two    songs    written    especially    for   them. 

Chick  Sale,  a  clever  comedy  protean  actor, 
will  appear  in  his  decidedly  original  and  novel 
conception  of  "A  Country  School  Entertain- 
ment" in  which  he  reveals  a  versatility  that 
is  remarkable.  In  the  twinkling  of  an  eye 
and  without  the  aid  of  facial  make-up  he 
presents  youth  and  old  age.  Mr.  Sale  has 
made  an  emphatic  hit  in  the  theatres  of 
the   Orpheum   Circuit. 

Kathi  Gultini,  famed  all  over  Europe  as 
"the  Lady  Juggler,"  a  pretty  and  vivacious 
little  Viennese,  will  perform  remarkable  feats 
with  a  finesse  it  is  said  that  has  never  been 
equaled  by  any  of  the  sterner  sex. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Marguerite 
Haney  and  company  in  "The  Leading  Lady"  ; 
Pauline  Moran,  the  clever  and  versatile  sing- 
ing comedienne,  the  Empire  Comedy  Four, 
and  Mrs.  Louis  James,  in  "Holding  a  Hus- 
band."   

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
Things  are  humming  at  the  Pantages  The- 
atre this  week,  crowded  houses  being  in  evi- 
dence every  afternoon  and  evening,  the  cur- 
rent bill  seeming  to  hit  the  popular  fancy, 
including,  as  it  does,  Fred  Ireland  and  his 
limber-limbed  Casino  Girls,  presenting  "High 
Lights  of  Dear  Old  Broadway" ;  El  Barto, 
the  amusing  and  mystifying  "conversational 
trickster'';  the  Four  Flying  Valentinos,  aerial 


marvels ;  Willie  Ritchie,  the  young  light- 
weight, in  "Fun  in  a  Gymnasium";  Wood's 
Animal  Actors,  and  other  big  features. 

The  programme  for  the  week  commencing 
Sunday  afternoon  will  be  headed  by  Taylor 
Granville's  sensational  scenic  offering,  "The 
Hold-Up,"  described  as  a  genuine  thrill  from 
beginning  to  end.  The  act  carries  six  stage 
hands  of  its  own  and  the  effects  of  slow- 
moving  freights  and  whizzing  passenger  trains 
are  said  to  be  surpassed  by  none,  whether 
presented  on  the  legitimate  or  the  vaudeville 
stage.  "The  Hold-Up"  will  be  presented  by 
Percival  Lennon  and  capable  support.  The 
four  Janowskys,  one  of  whom  is  of  the  gentler 
sex,  will  offer  the  refined  gymnastic  enter- 
tainment which  has  won  them  fame  all  over 
Europe,  and  M.  Bankoff  and  Lulu  Belmont, 
agile  Russians,  will  present  a  series  of  inter- 
national dances.  Wilhelmi,  an  original  and 
talented  impersonator  of  famous  composers 
and  musicians  of  note,  will  appear  with  his 
Imperial  Yacht  Orchestra,  one  of  the  finest 
musical  organizations  in  vaudeville,  appearing 
in  eight  different  roles  and  giving  a  half-hour 
of  high-class  music.  Howard  and  Dolores, 
the  gentler  member  of  the  duo  appearing  as 
"the  Rag-Time  Model  Girl,"'  will  offer  a  novel 
entertainment,  and  the  "All  Star  Trio,"  com- 
posed of  three  young  men  with  phenomenal 
voices,  Bert  Lennon,  who  impersonates  well- 
known  actors,  making  up  in  full  view  of  the 
audience,  and  Sunlight  pictures,  showing  a 
variety  of  exclusive  subjects,  will  complete 
a  varied  and  interesting  bill. 


Public  Safety 

Is  a  question  which  is  given  first  con- 
sideration in  every  part  of  a  railway  com- 
pany's work,  whether  the  road  be  operated 
by  steam  or  electricity.  In  the  rural  dis- 
tricts the  chief  concern  is  with  the  great 
steam  lines,  its  thundering  locomotives, 
and  long  lines  of  cars.  Here  in  the  city 
public  safety  and  the  street-car  system 
must  be  considered. 

In  construction  of  tracks,  trolley  wires, 
and  other  fixed  portions  of  a  street  rail- 
way system,  every  effort  is  made  to  avoid 
dangerous  conditions,  and  when  they  are 
discovered,  to  overcome  them  as  quickly  as 
possible. 

In  designing,  building,  and  equipping 
cars  the  chief  thought  is  the  safety  and 
convenience    of   the   passengers. 

Every  detail  of  the  operation  of  cars  is 
so  directed  as  to  provide  the  greatest 
safety,  not  only  to  passengers  on  the  cars, 
but  to  all  other  persons  using  the  streets 
on  which  the  cars  are  run. 

Besides  using  every  practicable  precau- 
tion in  the  construction  of  its  lines  and 
the  building  and  operation  of  its  cars,  a 
companj'  must  guard  against  carelessness 
and  recklessness  of  pedestrians  and 
drivers   on  the  streets. 

The  street-car  company  must  also  pre- 
vent its  passengers,  so  far  as  possible, 
from  taking  risks  through  disregard  or  ig- 
norance of  danger. 

For  every  accident  that  occurs,  hun- 
dreds are  prevented,  either  by  the  safe- 
guards provided  by  the  operating  concern 
or  the  watchfulness  and  care  of  its  em- 
ployees. 

The  United  Railroads  has  constantly 
these  thoughts  in  mind,  and  is  constantly 
improving  its  equipment  at  great  expense, 
that  the  thousands  who  use  its  cars  daily 
may  be  carried  in  better  time  and  over 
better  tracks  than  in  the  past.  A  few 
hours  spent  in  traveling  about  on  the  cars 
is  sufficient  to  surprise  the  sightseer  as 
to  the  great  amount  of  reconstruction  and 
new  work  being  carried  out  in  various 
parts  of  the  city. 

Trainmen  and  others  engaged  in  the 
operation  of  the  company's  cars  are  se- 
lected with  closest  regard  for  their  intel- 
ligence and  reliability,  every  effort  being 
made  to  please  the  public,  and  complaints 
received  through  the  regular  channels  are 
given  prompt  attention. 

Before  carmen  are  permitted  to  go  on 
duty  they  are  instructed  in  such  a  manner 
as  to  give  them  the  highest  appreciation 
of  their  responsibilities.  In  this  the  com- 
pany is  very  exacting—  This  training  is 
continued,  and  even  the  oldest  and  most 
trustworthy  in  the  corporation's  employ 
are  reminded  constantly  of  their  duty  in 
protecting  the  public  against  accident. 

Hygiene  is  taken  into  consideration  in 
the  operation  of  cars.  Cleanliness  is 
rigidly  enforced,  and  in  the  car  barns  such 
a  cleaning  goes  on  as  would  surprise  the 
general  public  which  takes  it  for  granted 
that  the  proper  attention  is  given  the  mat- 
ter, without,  however,  devoting  any  par- 
ticular thought  lo  the  details  involved  in 
the  workings  of  a  great  street-car  system. 


August  3,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


75 


"OUR  SAUCY  SHIP'S  A  BEAUTY." 


With  the  lobby  of  the  Cort  Theatre  deco- 
rated, during  the  "Mikado"  week,  with  Jap- 
anese fans,  parasols,  and  garlands,  and  during 
this  week  of  "H.  M.  S.  Pinafore"  with  flags 
of  "the  queen's  navee"  ;  with  a  broad,  steady 
stream  of  people  pouring  into  the  theatre  dur- 
ing opening  time,  and  a  departing  multitude 
glutting  the  street  during  closing  time ;  with 
at  least  four  of  the  seven  ages  represented 
in  the  audience  (for  parents  wish  their  chil- 
dren to  see  and  hear  the  dear  old  Gilbertian 
classics)  ;  with  the  erstwhile  deserted  gallery 
humming  and  buzzing  with  life  again  ;  with 
an  enchanted  audience  hanging  absorbed  on 
every  syllable  and  encoring  nearly  every  song ; 
with  faces  brightened  by  the  delight  of  re- 
sponding to  potent  appeals  to  several  kinds 
of  the  most  extreme  enjoyment ;  with  the 
gurgle  of  childish  laughter  in  the  air,  the 
quick  delight  of  the  youth  visible  in  sparkling 
eyes,  the  reminiscent  pleasure  of  middle  age, 
and  even  old  age  softening  and  brightening 
faces  shaded  by  gray  locks ;  with  an  unusual 
anticipatory  buzz  in  the  auditorium  preceding 
the  performance,  and,  mingled  with  the  cho- 
rus of  encomiums  following  its  close,  the 
humming  of  many  voices  on  the  deliciously 
melodious  lays  that  are  promptly  loved  on  one 
hearing,  truly,  the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  Fes- 
tival is  indeed  a  gala  season. 

As  for  the  performance  of  "H.  M.  S.  Pina- 
fore," it  is  really  difficult  to  speak  of  it  calmly 
and  soberly.  It  came  over  me  Monday  night 
that,  in  spite  of  my  enthusiastic  memories  of 
the  past,  I  had  never  before  seen  an  ade- 
quate performance  of  this  most  famous  of  the 
Gilbert  and  Sullivan  operas.  I  have  seen  it 
represented  by  children,  by  amateurs,  and  by 
a  mingling  of  amateurs  and  professionals,  but 
the  Shubert  and  Brady  production  is  given 
by  a  cast  that  delightfully  renders  the  music 
and  thoroughly -interprets  the  burlesque  spirit 
of  the  old  piece.  It  may  not  be  very  difficult 
to  interpret.  The  unanimity  with  which  ama- 
teur organizations  took  up  and  even  carried 
around  on  country  circuits  the  Gilbert  and 
Sullivan  operas  during  the  era  of  their  first 
popularity  would  seem  to  indicate  that.  But 
there  is  an  enormous  difference  between  ama- 
teurs and  professionals,  and  still  another  gulf 
between    second    and    first-class    professionals. 

These  operas  make  a  lively  appeal  to  the 
sense  of  enjoyment  of  actors  and  singers,  as 
well  as  auditors.  The  delicious  melodies,  the 
fresh,  spontaneous,  wholesome  humor,  the 
solemn,  twinkling-eyed  absurdity  of  the  bur- 
lesques, the  quick,  flexile,  humorous,  bub- 
bling versification,  keep  audience  and  per- 
formers in  a  state  of  joyous  response. 

And  the  star  cast  at  the  Cort  did  not  slight 
a  single  point.  There  was  quite  an  ideal  dis- 
tribution of  the  parts.  Many  more  solos  fall 
to  the  share  of  soprano  and  tenor  than  in 
"The  Mikado,"  and  the  voices  of  both  Blanche 
Duffield  and  Arthur  Aldridge  have  that  simple 
lyric  charm  which  satisfies.  One  does  not 
demand  a  grand  operatic  voice  in  these  roles. 
It  would  be  out  of  place.  Sweetness  and 
flexibility  of  voice,  an  infusion  of  charming 
sentiment,  a  feeling  for  music,  and  a  simple 
and  expressive  representation  of  the  emo- 
tions that  sway  the  young  couple  are  sufficient 
to  charm  us.  The  pair  in  question  are  young, 
comely,  and  have  in  their  voices  a  recurrent 
strain  of  penetratingly  sweet  sentiment  that 
charmed  us  to   the  depths  of  our  beings. 

George  MacFarlane's  Mikado  had  kindled 
anticipations  for  his  captain,  and  these  antici- 
pations this,  to  us,  most  unknown  of  the  per- 
formers fully  satisfied.  With  one  bound  he 
has  leaped  into  the  enthusiastic  favor  of  San 
Franciscans.  In  "Pinafore"  Mr.  MacFarlane 
exhibited  again  the  ebullient  temperament 
and  the  alert  intelligence  which  made  him 
so  successful  a  Mikado.  Mr.  MacFarlane  has 
a  good  ringing  baritone,  and  in  spite  of  the 
temperamental  swiftness  of  his  enunciation, 
he  brings  out  the  meat  and  meaning  of  every 
word.  He  is  so  full  of  zip,  and  rhythm,  and 
abandon  that  it  is  a  perfect  fascination  to 
watch  him.  His  physical  man  expresses,  in 
every  pose,  the  instinctive  bubbling  up  of  a 
temperament  that  is  particularly  valuable  for 
a  comedian,  in  that  it  holds  mechanism  and 
stereotype,  the  comedian's  rankest  enemies,  at 
bay.  If  he  but  stands  still  he  seems  poised, 
ready  to  launch  into  the  next  mood.  No  one 
could  enter  more  thoroughly  into  the  char- 
acter than  he. 

Not  even  De  Wolf  Hopper,  who,  indeed, 
was  less  in  line  with  the  older  spirit  ani- 
mating these  plays  than  the  others.  And  yet 
no  one  could  take  exception  to  it,  for  the 
tall  comedian  was  such  an  exhilarating  and 
well-calculated  mixture  of  old  legitimate  com- 


edy and  the  spirit  of  our  particularly  modern, 
musical  brand,  of  which  he  has  been  so  long 
one  of  our  most  popular  exponents,  that  the 
audience  laughed  with  one  side  of  their 
mouths  at  the  old  style  and  with  the  other 
at  the  new.  De  Wolf  Hopper  excels  particu- 
larly in  the  rich  unction  with  which  he  de- 
livers his  lines,  and  those  he  gave  in  a  truly 
Gilbertian  manner,  few  as  they  were,  for 
Dick  Deadeye  is  not  a  modern  limelight  role. 
But  Dick,  and  the  laughter  that  followed  him, 
were  so  pervasive  that  the  audience  not  only 
accepted,  but  enthusiastically  welcomed  the 
innovations,  and  even  an  iconoclastic  gag  or 
two. 

Arthur  Cunningham's  and  Eugene  Cowles's 
big  booming  voice  were  appropriate  in  the 
roles  of  Sir  Joseph  and  Bill  Bobstay,  the 
bo'sun,  the  latter  having  his  particular  innings 
only  in  the  song  "For  He  Is  an  Englishman." 
Here  the  bluff,  honest  personality  and  the 
big,  manly,  rugged  voice  won  for  their  owner 
the  tribute  that  the  smallness  of  the  role  had 
hitherto  prevented.  Arthur  Cunningham  very 
considerably  filled  the  eye  with  the  dignified 
pomposity  of  Sir  Joseph. 

It  shows  the  resources  of  the  little  opera 
that  there  are  so  many  rich  roles  in  it.  No 
doubt  the  reason  why  De  Wolf  Hopper  does 
not  figure  in  this  most  famous  one  of  them  all 
is  because  he  could  not  confine  his  lively 
spirit  and  nimble  extremities  within  the  sol- 
emn pomposity  of  Sir  Joseph's  spirit.  But  if 
we  should  read  over  the  character  assign- 
ments of  famous  productions  in  the  past  we 
would  find  that  the  most  notable  comedians 
assumed  this  role  as  a  matter  of  course.  In 
the  first  London  performance  at  the  Opera 
Comique  in  1878,  under  the  management  of 
D'Oyley  Carte,  George  Grossmith  played  Sir 
Joseph  Porter,  making  him  up  to  look  like 
Lord  Nelson.  In  the  first  New  York  produc- 
tion, in  1879,  Thomas  Whiffen  was  Sir  Joseph. 
And,  by  the  way,  in  a  list  of  strange  names 
I  note  that  Vernona  Jarbeau,  whom  we 
subsequently  saw  here  in  leading  light  opera 
roles,  was  the  Hebe. 

And  speaking  of  Hebe,  we  have  now  a 
charming,  sprightly  Hebe  with  us  in  the  per- 
son of  Alice  Brady,  whose  bright,  brisk  little 
personality  bubbles  attractively  out  in  every 
one  of  Hebe's  all-too-few  strains.  A  percep- 
tible wave  of  satisfaction  tingled  through  the 
audience,  especially  the  youthful  male  part, 
every  time  this  little  charmer  piped  up — 
And  so  do  his  sisters  and  his  cousins  and  his  aunts. 

I  believe  there  used  to  be  a  legend  that 
Little  Buttercup  should  make  up  to  be  of  a 
mature  and  uncharming  age.  But  I  thought 
Viola  Gillette's  Buttercup  was  just  right. 
Miss  Gillette  bestowed  upon  Buttercup  a  lib- 
eral padding  of  mature  plumpness,  but  her 
fresh,  wholesome,  pretty  countenance  justified 
Captain  Corcoran's  sentimental  interest  in 
her,  and  his. encomium  of  a  "plump  and  pleas- 
ing  person"   was   well   merited. 

And  what  do  you  think  was  one  of  the 
most  pleasing  elements  in  the  whole  perform- 
ance? Why,  of  all  things,  the  male  chorus. 
The  chorus  boys — I  can  not  call  them  men, 
they  looked  so  fresh  and  boyish  and  young- 
spirited — were  as  happy  as  Dick,  and  in  their 
white  sailor  suits,  which  costume,  by  the  way, 
was  also  worn  by  the  ushers,  as  rosy  and  in- 
genuous as  a  troop  of  children  in  their  Sun- 
day dress.  The  youngsters  were  full  of  mo- 
tion and  animation ;  they  threw  themselves 
with  youthful  zest  into  the  fraternal  emotions 
of  Ralph's  messmates.  They  slapped  their 
knees,  hitched  their  trousers,  grouped  them- 
selves, and  gesticulated  freely,  singing,  the 
while,  with  ardor  the  lively  choruses  that 
seemed  to  have  borrowed  some  of  the  breezes 
of  "the  ocean  blue."  Seldom,  in  the  lighter 
class  of  operetta,  have  I  seen  or  heard  a  more 
thoroughly  enjoyable  male  chorus  than  that 
white-habited  troupe  of  fresh-faced  boys  who 
played  the  captain's  "gallant  crew." 

There  are,  of  course,  spots  on  the  sun. 
For  instance,  Little  Buttercup  is  allowed  to 
arrogate  to  herself  an  off-stage  introduction. 
That  is  a  privilege  the  tenor  has,  but  not  the 
obscure  bumboat  woman,  and  it  is  difficult  to 
surmise  the  reason  of  this  innovation.  And 
her  attempted  improvement  of  Sullivan's 
music  at  the  end  of  her  introductory  solo  is 
not  a  stroke  of  genius. 

The  male  chorus,  in  spite  of  the  general 
excellence  of  its  work,  rather  boggled  things 
in  its  share  of  that  familiar  favorite,  "For  he 
is  an  Englishman" ;  and  in  the  enchantingly 
sweet  refrain  which  follows  Ralph's  song  of 
lowly  love  aspiring  to  heights,  the  time  of 
"He  sang,  ah,  well-a-day"  was  changed  to 
an  awkward  disharmony  with  the  body  of  the 
song.  This,  however,  must  be  due  to  some 
oversight  or  inaccuracy  rather  than  to  the 
carelessness  of  the  chorus. 

It  was  interesting  to  observe  the  audience's 
reception  of  the  Gilbertian  humor.  It  is,  un- 
doubtedly, of  another  age.  although  founded  on 
the  universal  taste  for  seeing  sham  and  solemn 
pretension  ridiculed.  But  this  is  the  age  of 
slang,  and  colloquial  short  cuts,  whereas  Gil- 
bert often  fell  into  strains  of  humorously  John- 
sonian polysyllableisms.  When  Ralph  Rack- 
straw  says : 

"Wafted  one  moment  into  blazing  day  by 
mocking  hope,  plunged  the  next  into  the  Cim- 
merian darkness  of  tangible  despair,  I  am  but 
a  living  ganglion  of  irreconcilable  antagonisms. 
I  hope  I  make  myself  clear,  lady?" 

Josephine — Perfectly.  (Aside)  His  simple 
eloquence  touches  me  to  the  heart. 


The  audience  scarcely  noticed  that  this  was 
an  appeal  to  their  risibles.  But,  on  the  other 
hand  they  thoroughly  enjoyed  the  burlesque, 
without  stopping  to  reason  about  it. 

I  noticed,  by  the  way,  in  "The  Mikado"  that 
they  enjoyed  it  with  equal  keenness  in  a  dif- 
ferent way,  the  performance  being  much  more 
frequently  punctuated  with  the  laughter 
evoked  by  modern   musical   comedy. 

No  jokes,  it  should  be  added,  and,  in  the 
songs,  few  of  the  peculiarly  facile,  fluent,  and 
characteristically  Gilbertian  rhymings,  are  al- 
lowed to  escape  the  auditors.  The  company 
to  a  man — and  woman,  too — shows  its  class 
by  its  clear,  distinct,  and  expressive  delivery. 
Indistinctness  is  the  mark  of  a  cheap  actor. 
It  is  all  too  common  a  presence  on  a  latter- 
day  stage,  and  one  that  we  too  frequently  run 
against   in   high-priced   performances. 

And  now  that  we  have  supped  deep  of  this 
pleasant,  effervescent,  exhilarating  draught ; 
now  that  th~e  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  operas, 
thirty  years  after  the  beginning  of  their 
vogue,  can  still  hold  the  stage  and  charm 
auditors,  why  may  we  not  have  others  re- 
vived? Where  is  the  enterprising  manager 
or  producer  who  will  take  advantage  of  this 
tide  of  reawakened  enthusiasm  which  began 
over  a  year  ago  the  very  day  and  month  of 
Sir  William  Gilbert's  death,  and  satisfy  the 
unappeased  curiosity  of  a  lifetime  with  "The 
Yeomen  of  the  Guard,"  "The  Sorcerer,"  and 
"Ruddigore"  ? 

And  there  is  exquisite  "Iolanthe,"  memories 
of  which  are  revived  by  the  resurrected  en- 
joyments afforded  us  in  "The  Mikado"  and 
"Pinafore."  We  will  be  very  good,  and  will 
not  ask  for  an  all-star  cast,  if  some  producer 
who  is  hard  up  for  a  musical  vehicle  will 
only,  only  throw  these  operettas   our  way. 

For  the  old  familiar  flavor  is  good  on  our 
lips,  and  we  long  for  more. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


"THE    BISHOP'S    CANDLESTICKS." 


Two  old  programmes,  side  by  side  in  a 
frame,  are  displayed  this  week  in  the  lobby 
of  the  Columbia  Theatre.  One  announces  a 
"last  and  farewell  appearance"  of  Mr.  J.  K. 
Hackett,  November  3,  1847,  when  (by  re- 
quest) "Henry  IV"  would  be  presented,  with 
Mr.  Hackett  as  Falstaff.  The  other  is  the 
bill  of  a  benefit  to  Mr.  Geo.  Holland,  Sep- 
tember 17,  1852,  with  "The  Heir-at-Law"  and 
"Betsy  Baker"  (first  time  produced  in  the 
city)  as  the  plays  to  be  offered.  Mr.  Holland 
played  Mr.  Mouser  in  the  old  comedy  and 
Zekiel  in  the  (then)  new  farce.  Neither  bill 
mentions  the  city  in  which  the  performance 
was  given,  but  it  may  safely  be  assumed  that 
it  was  somewhere  on  the  Atlantic  Coast. 

It  is  a  good  thing  sometimes  to  remember 
that  even  in  America  there  are  families  that 
have  been  distinguished  for  generations  in 
the  same  profession.  We  have  many  honored 
names,  not  merely  of  those  who  have  done 
something,  but  who  have  been  something  as 
well,  and  the  history  of  the  American  stage 
preserves  the  record  of  some  of  the  proudest 
among  them.  Two  representatives  of  such 
families  are  appearing  in  San  Francisco  this 
week.  The  Hackett  and  the  Holland  of  the 
present  day  are  known  and  honored  as  were 
their  fathers  before  them.  They  have  earned 
a  deeper  regard  here  during  their  present  en- 
gagement in  a  way  that  is  characteristic  of 
the  theatrical  fraternity,  the  most  generous 
of  all   professions. 

At  the  close  of  the  third  act  of  "The  Grain 
of  Dust"  on  Monday  evening,  Mr.  Hackett 
was  obliged  to  respond  to  many  curtain  calls 
and  he  finally  made  a  little  speech.  He 
thanked  the  audience  for  its  appreciation,  and 
went  on  to  say  that  circumstances  made  it 
possible  for  him  to  add  a  feature  to  the  bill 
of  the  evening  which  he  hoped  would  be  liked. 
In  his  supporting  company  he  was  honored 
with  the  presence  of  a  fellow-artist  who  was 
willing  to  join  him  in  a  supplementary 
presentation  of  "The  Bishop's  Candlesticks," 
as  it  was  given  by  them  two  years  ago  in 
Boston,  Chicago,  and  New  York.  Mr.  Hol- 
land's father,  he  said,  was  born  in  1790,  and 
his  own  father  in  1800.  It  pleased  him  and 
Mr.  Holland  to  be  together,  and  to  join  their 
efforts  in  the  study  to  which  their  sires  had 
been  devoted.  Mr.  Holland  was  then  induced 
by  Mr.  Hackett  to  come  forward  and  say  a 
few.  words  for  himself,  but  he  modestly  de- 
clined to  talk  of  little  save  the  unusual  spec- 
tacle of  a  dramatic  star  insisting  on  giving 
the  centre  of  the  stage  to  one  of  his  com- 
pany. But  that  little  held  one  of  the  touching 
thoughts  that  inform  the  actor's -work,  how- 
ever great — it  lives  only  in  the  memory  of 
those  who  witness  it.  What  wonder  then  that 
actors  are  happy  when  they  see  that  they  are 
remembered. 

"The  Grain  of  Dust"'  is  a  four-act  drama, 
and  the  last  curtain  fell  at  the  time  usual  for 
the  finish  of  a  theatrical  production,  but  the 
audience  was  willing  to  wait.  During  the 
twenty-minute  intermission  many  actors  from 
other  theatres  came  in  and  found  places  here 
and  there   in   the  auditorium. 

When  the  scene  of  "The  Bishop's  Candle- 
sticks'' was  finally  disclosed,  a  humble  room 
in  a  French  cottage,  another  old-time  San 
Francisco  favorite  was  discovered  on  the 
stage — Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen — and  the  au- 
dienced  recognized  and  welcomed  her  heartily. 
The  little  one-act  play  was  made  by  Norman 
McKinnel    from    the   first   chapters   of   Victor 


Hugo's  great  story,  "Les  Miser,.; 
ing   in   dramatic    form    the   incident    . 
known  to   almost   every   reader   of    licti  It 

needs  no  description,  and  calls  for  little  com- 
ment beyond  the  suggestion  that  it  illustrates 
most  strikingly  the  wide  difference  between 
an  affecting  story  in  print  and  an  hour  of  hu- 
man misery  and  saintly  compassion,  lived  on 
the  stage, 

Mr.  Hackett  presents  Jean  Valjean,  the  con- 
vict made  a  beast  by  cruel  punishment,  with 
effective  realism.  It  is  such  a  characteriza- 
tion as  only  the  actor  of  knowledge  and  in- 
tuition, the  assured  master  of  his  powers, 
may  safely  attempt.  The  desperate  stand  of 
the  animal  at  bay,  the  rankling  wounds,  the 
hunger,  the  pain,  the  thirst  for  revenge,  that 
torment  him,  are  portrayed  with  strength  and 
with  art.  With  the  last  touch  upon  the  can- 
vas, the  hesitatingly  acknowledged  victory  of 
the  bishop's  brotherly  kindness,  Mr.  Hackett 
completes  a  portrait  which  will  not  fade  from 
the  memories  of  those  who  are  privileged  to 
see  it. 

In  the  good  bishop  Mr.  Holland  finds  a  con- 
genial role.  It  is  played  with  conviction  and 
impressiveness,  making  visible,  as  few  could 
do  so  well,  the  sustaining  power  of  faith  in 
a  love  that  is  all-forgiving  and  eternal. 

One  who  delights  in  study  of  the  curious 
ability  of  the  actor  to  change  his  assumed 
character  with  his  wig  and  costume  could  find 
much  to  consider  in  the  contrasting  imper- 
sonations by  Mr.  Hackett  on  Monday  night, 
and  those  by  Mr.  Holland  as  well.  In  each  in- 
stance they  were  as  far  apart  as  the  lives  of 
men  may  be,  yet  only  to  those  familiar  with 
the  tones  of  their  voices  could  any  suggestion 
of  a  persisting  individuality  have  come,  even 
in  the  long  and  exacting  scenes.  Most  wel- 
come was  this  opportunity  to  test  again  the 
richest   resources    of   their   art. 

George  L.  Shoals. 


Frank  Bacon  is  in  the  cast  of  "Stop  Thief!" 
a  new  farce  produced  at  Atlantic  City  this 
week  by  Cohan  &  Harris. 


Ask  your  grocer  or  family  liquor  store  for 
the  Italian-Swiss  Colony's  Tipo.  Riesling, 
Chablis  or  Sauterne.  They  are  California's 
finest  white  wines. 


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others. 

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August  3,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 

The  splendors  of  a  recent  wedding  in  San 
Francisco  have  attracted  a  good  deal  of  atten- 
tion. The  Socialist  scribes  had  their  loins 
girded  up  in  good  time  that  they  might  make 
the  usual  outcry  against  the  prodigal  expendi- 
tures of  the  rich.  And  they  made  it  all  right, 
and  if  God  lets  them  live  they  will  make  it 
some  more  as  soon  as  they  get  their  breath. 
The  idea  of  spending  $60,000  on  a  wedding 
fills  them  with  holy  indignation.  If  they  knew 
enough  of  the  Bible  to  quote  from  it  they 
would  ask  why  this  money  was  not  given  to 
the  poor.  That  is  just  what  they  are  saying 
in  their  own  language,  which  is  not  biblical, 
and  they  are  probably  unaware  that  the  first 
one  who  ever  asked  that  question  was  Judas 
Iscariot,  "not  that  he  cared  for  the  poor," 
we  are  told,  but  because  he  was  a  thief  and 
bare  the  bag-,  and  stole  what  was  put  therein. 
Truly,  there  is  nothing  new  under  the  sun. 

Now  if  we  are  asked,  as  we  are  asked, 
why  this  money  was  not  given  to  the  poor  we 
may  reply  that  it  was  given  to  the  poor.  It 
was  given  to  a  whole  host  of  the  poor,  rela- 
tively speaking,  to  poor  work  people  and  poor 
mechanics,  to  poor  clergymen  and  poor  serv- 
ants. They  got  the  whole  of  it,  every  last 
red  cent  of  it.  And  what  more  do  the  critics 
want. 

Some  people  can  not  be  pleased,  do  what 
we  will.  Now  suppose  these  particular  rich 
people,  instead  of  spending  $60,000  over  their 
wedding  had  spent  $60.  What  an  outcry  there 
would  have  been,  what  a  wail  of  indignation 
from  those  who  "needed  the  money"  and  had 
been  disappointed.  Take  another  alternative. 
Suppose  they  had  eloped  and  spent  nothing  ex- 
cept a  modest  fee  to  some  wayside  minister 
or  magistrate.  Imagine  the  denunciations 
that  would  have  been  leveled  at  their  heads 
from  these  same  critics  who  are  now  so  angry 
because  they  got  married  according  to  their 
wealth.  We  should  have  been  told  that  the 
millionaire  was  quick  enough  to  take  the 
money  of  the  people  and  to  hoard  it,  that  the 
wealth  of  the  nation  was  kept  out  of  circu- 
lation, and  every  Tom,  Dick,  and  Harry 
within  reach  would  have  felt  as  personally 
aggrieved  as  though  some  one  had  drunk  his 
beer,  and  you  can  hardly  say  more  than  that. 
Now  if  we  were  a  young  woman,  which  we 
are  not,  and  if  we  were  a  millionaire,  which 
we  are  not  quite,  and  if  we  were  about  to 
be  married,  which  we  are  married  already, 
we  should  throw  economy  to  the  winds 
and  "spend  all  the  money  that  we  possibly 
could.  We  should  say  that  this  is  an  occasion 
that  possibly  will  not  occur  again  for  months, 
and  it  ought  to  be  celebrated  accordingly. 
Our  own  tastes  are  of  a  severe  simplicity,  but 
we  have  various  acquaintances  whose  tastes 
are  neither  severe  nor  simple.  We  should 
gather  them  all  around  the  festive  board  and 
beg  them  to  go  to  it  regardless.  And  we 
should  be  right. 


The  extent  to  which  the  dear  public  loves 
to  be  fooled  is  made  evident  by  an  action 
now  being  heard  in  the  London  courts.  It 
was  brought  by  Mr.  Dann,  a  press  agent  and 
journalist,  against  Mr.  Jan  Kubelik  of  violin 
notoriety. 

Condensing  the  proceedings  from  the  pub- 
lished reports,  it  seems  that  last  year's  coro- 
nation proceedings  in  England  had  an  adverse 
influence  upon  the  musical  profession.  Among 
the  sufferers  thus  brought  to  the  verge  of 
destitution  was  Mr.  Kubelik,  who  consulted 
Mr.  Dann  as  to  some  form  of  advertisement 
which  would  serve  to  divert  the  public  atten- 
tion from  the  coronation  and  focus  it  upon 
Mr.  Kubelik.  Mr.  Dann  brought  his  mighty 
intellect  to  bear  upon  the  problem  and  after 
due  consideration  he  made  a  suggestion.  A 
certain  boy  named  Pagett  had  been  playing  in 
the  London  streets,  and  playing  remarkably 
well,  seeing  that  his  violin  cost  less  than  $2. 
How  would  it  do  if  Mr.  Kubelik  were  to  "dis- 
cover" this  boy,  so  to  speak,  patronize  him, 
allow  him  to  play  on  his  own  Strad,  buy  him 
a  new  violin,  and  accompany  him  on  the 
piano  while  he  was  trying  it?  News  agencies 
would,  of  course,  be  notified,  a  full  battalion 
of  press  photographers  would  be  in  attend- 
ance, and  a  great  concert  would  be  announced 
for  the  benefit  of  the  boy  at  which  Kubelik 
would  play.  In  this  way  the  public  interest 
would  be  aroused,  Kubelik  would  get  a  great 
advertisement,  Dann  would  get  10  per  cent 
of  the  gate  money,  and  the  boy  would  get 
the  net  proceeds.  There  is  no  evidence  that 
any  one  cared  much  about  the  boy.  He 
would  serve  as  an  advertisement  and  he 
would  be  well  paid  for  it.  And  the  adver- 
tisement worked  to  perfection.  Kubelik  got 
a  tremendous  boom,  and  on  the  strength  of 
it  he  gave  a  "farewell  concert."  It  was  so 
great  a  success  that  he  gave  a  second  "fare- 
well concert."  That  also  was  so  successful 
that  he  gave  a  third  "farewell  concert" — and 
then  he  refused  to  give  the  special  benefit 
concert  upon  which  the  whole  boom  had  been 
based.  Thereupon  Mr.  Dann,  smarting  under 
the  loss  of  his  expected  10  per  cent,  brought 
the  action  which  is  now  being  heard,  and  in- 
cidentally allowed  us  to  see  how  the  wheels 
go  round. 

Mr.  Dann  gave  evidence  as  to  the  skill  em- 
ployed in  wringing  every  step  of  Kubelik's 
charily  before  the  public.  The  reporters  were 
spt .,   the  photographers  were  on   the 


spot,  every  man  had  done  his  duty,  which  is 
what  England  expects  every  man  to  do,  and 
the  press  accounts  and  the  descriptive  posters 
were  everything  that  they  should  have  been. 
Apparently,  said  the  judge,  the  public  were 
invited  to  hear  Kubelik,  not  because  he  was 
a  great  artist,  but  because  he  was  charitable. 
Such,  replied  Mr.  Dann,  was  the  exact  fact. 
Sentiment,  he  added,  was  the  greatest  thing 
in  the  world.  Every  artist  wanted  to  ad- 
vertise himself,  and  among  Kubelik's  methods 
were  his  romantic  marriage  and  his  twins. 
And  then  a  ribald  attorney  remarked  that  a 
really  shrewd  musician  would  take  care  to 
have  triplets. 

It  is  only  just  to  Kubelik  to  state  his  rea- 
sons for  withdrawing  from  the  benefit  concert. 
He  said  that  he  had  been  given  to  understand 
that  the  boy  was  wholly  untrained,  whereas 
he  had  actually  received  a  number  of  lessons. 
On  the  other  hand,  Dann  testified  that  Kube- 
lik knew  this  from  the  first,  that  as  a  matter 
of  fact  the  boy  had  received  only  sixty  les- 
sons, which  were  a  "drop  in  the  bucket,"  and 
so  insignificant  that  "he  can  honestly  be  de- 
scribed as  untrained." 

But  does  the  public  like  to  be  fooled  in 
this  way?  It  does.  Will  it  be  equally  ready 
to  be  fooled  next  time?     It  will. 


Did  it  ever  strike  you  that  men  are  the 
most  patient  and  uncomplaining  creatures  in 
the  world,  never  answering  back,  always  turn- 
ing the  other  cheek.     Well,  it's  so. 

Just  consider  the  number  of  books  that 
have  been  written  in  the  last  few  years,  all 
intended  to  prove  the  inferiority  of  men  and 
the  mistake  that  Providence  has  made  in 
allowing  them  to  live.  The  shelves  are  full 
of  them,  but  is  there  any  counterblast  from 
the  American  man?  Not  a  blast.  Is  there 
any  denial,  any  reply,  any  rejoinder?  Hardly 
a  word.  The  man  goes  on  doing  his  best  to 
earn  the  alimony  and  he  does  it  in  silence. 

Even  Sir  James  Crichton  Browne,  whose 
recent  lecture  in  England  will  probably  cause 
some  gentle,  high-born,  pure-blooded  lady  to 
throw  a  hatchet  at  him — only  the  weaklings 
break  windows  nowadays — had  nothing  to  say 
in  rebuttal.  Speaking  as  a  physician,  he 
merely  reminded  his  hearers  that  sex  is  not 
an  external  accident,  but  rather  a  mysterious 
something  that  pervades  the  whole  being  and 
involves  every  organ  and  tissue.  The  brains 
of  men  and  women  are  quite  different  things, 
and  while  all  the  differences  have  not  been 
classified,  they  are  real. 

But  when  we  come  to  the  blood  the  differ- 
ences, or  at  least  some  of  them,  can  be  classi- 
fied. For  example,  the  man  has  5,000,000 
red  corpuscles  per  cubic  micro-millimetre  of 
blood,  whereas  the  woman  has  only  4,500,000. 
Not  knowing  very  much  of  red  corpuscles  we 
are  not  sure  whether  we  should  be  elated  by 
this  fact  and  give  three  cheers  or  whether 
we  should  be  depressed  by  it.  It  may  be  that 
the  red  corpuscle  is  the  mark  of  original  sin 
and  it  may  be  that  it  is  nothing  of  the  kind 
and  that  woman's  deficiency  is  due  to  the 
long  ages  in  which  she  has  been  crushed  un- 
der the  iron  heel  of  man,  or  whatever  the 
current  formula  may  be.  Personally  we  are 
of  opinion  that  red  corpuscles  indicate  virtue, 
which  would  account  for  their  preponderance 
in  men,  although  in  that  case  we  should  hardly 
expect  to  be  elected  by  so  small  a  majority. 
But  there  is  the  fact.  There  is  a  difference 
that  pervades  the  whole  physical  nature.  Man 
has  more  red  corpuscles  than  women,  he  has 
more  arterial  blood  in  the  front  part  of  his 
brain  than  women,  the  plantar  arch  of  his 
foot  has  a  larger  curve.  Never  mind  what 
these  things  prove  except  that  they  prove  a 
difference. 


Certain  artistic  circles  seem  to  nourish  the 
delusion  that  indecencies  become  tolerable  and 
even  laudable  as  soon  as  they  are  described 
as  classical.  For  some  time  past  the  ancient 
city  of  Munich  has  been  "in  the  throes  of  a 
controversy"  as  to  the  performances  of  Mile. 
Villany,  who  is  said  to  have  captivated  the 
populace  by  her  "classical"  dancing.  Some 
months  ago  she  was  prosecuted  on  the  ground 
of  indecency,  and  was  acquitted.  This  ver- 
dict has  just  been  reversed  on  appeal,  and 
Mile.  Villany  has  been  ordered  to  pay  a  fine 
of  $7,  much  to  the  indignation  of  artists, 
writers,  and  others  of  the  aesthetic  clan,  who 
testified  that  her  performances  were  "inspired 
by  supreme  art,"  that  they  had  taken  their 
wives  and  sisters  to  see  her,  and  that  the  ex- 
hibition was  "elevating  and  spiritual." 

And  what,  we  may  ask,  was  Mile.  Villany's 
offense?  It  can  hardly  be  said  that  she  was 
insufficiently  clothed,  seeing  that  she  wore 
nothing  whatever,   absolutely  nothing. 


It  is  a  mistake  to  send  love  messages  by 
telegrams,  and  the  man  who  does  this  may 
be  said  to  have  earned  the  results.  What 
can  be  more  repugnant  than  the  idea  of  a 
cold  and  callous  telegraph  operator,  who  is 
probably  married  and  therefore  cynical,  spell- 
ing out  the  glowing  sentiments  and  mechan- 
ically translating  them  into  the  Morse  code  ? 
Romance  will  die  and  sentiment  become  a 
thing  of  the  past  if  this  sort  of  love-making 
is  allowed  to  continue. 

Therefore  there  should  be  no  grounds  for 
the  action  brought  by  a  New  Yorker  against 
a  telegraph  company  for  mutilating  his  silly 
message  to  the  only  girl  he  ever  loved.    What 


he  intended  to  say  was,  "I  love  you  for  ever." 
What  the  operator  made  him  say  was  "I 
leave  you  for  ever."  The  Morse  signals  for 
"love"  and  "leave"  are  very  similar.  They 
may  be  said  to  be  almost  interchangeable,  as 
of  course  they  should  be,  and  as  soon  as  the 
fair  one  received  the  heartless  message  she 
went  away  and  got  engaged  to  another  man, 
who  must  have  had  a  sort  of  second  option 
upon  the  property.  Now  the  forsaken  one  is 
bringing  an  action,  but  it  is  hard  to  see  how 
he  can  win  it  without  proving  damages.  And 
no  wisely  selected  jury  could  lay  its  hand 
upon  its  heart  and  say  that  a  man  has  been 
damaged  because  a  girl  refuses  to  marry  him. 
Now  if  the  other  fellow,  the  second  option, 
were  to  bring  a  suit,  there  might  be  some- 
thing in  it.  Whatever  grievance  exists  is  his, 
but  probably  he  doesn't  know  it  yet.  He  will 
later  on. 


After  all  there  seems  to  be  some  hope  for 
a  union  of  the  churches.  It  is  rather  a  pet 
scheme  of  ours  and  one  that  has  caused  us 
many  sleepless  nights  after  -^-e  have  returned 
weary  from  a  personal  investigation  of  the 
down-town  districts  and  of  night-life  in  our 
big  cities.  We  had  almost  despaired  of  a 
solution,  but  it  has  been  found  by  Dr.  David 
Paulson  of  Chicago,  whose  daring  proposals 
have  caused  him  to  be  much  talked  of,  which 
must  be  very  painful  to  him. 

Dr.  Paulson  is  said  to  have  given  an  ad- 
dress on  feminine  beauty  before  a  big  Meth- 
odist camp-meeting  at  Winona  Lake,  Indiana, 
although  what  connection  there  is  between 
Methodism  and  beauty  it  would  be  hard  to 
say.  We  have  never  noticed  any  ourselves. 
Every  Methodist  woman,  said  Dr.  Paulson, 
may  be  beautiful  if  she  will  only  wash  her 
own  clothes,  in  public  or  otherwise.  Now  if 
these  Methodist  women  had  been  wise  in  their 
day  and  generation  they  would  have  kept  that 
recipe  to  themselves.  Think  how  the  great 
cause  would  have  gained  by  a  gradual  recog- 
nition of  some  mysterious  connection  between 
Methodism  and  beauty.  It  would  have  been 
necessary  to  enlarge  the  penitent's  bench  for 
the  accommodation  of  those  eager  for  salva- 
tion and  good  looks,  for  an  inner  spiritual 
grace  and  an  outer  pulchritude  to  correspond 
thereto. 

But  keeping  secrets  is  not  a  feminine  ac- 
complishment, Methodist  or  otherwise.  Taci- 
turnity is  not  yet  among  the   graces   of  the 


new  woman.  And  so  the  glad  tidings  were 
allowed  to  spread  among  the  sectarians  who 
roost  outside  the  Methodist  coop.  Presby- 
terians, Catholics,  Episcopalians,  and  other 
brands  of  piety  began  to  flock  toward  the 
Methodist  camp-meeting  and  to  the  "wash-tub 
classes"  that  sprang  into  existence  under  the 
guidance  of  the  astute  Paulson,  and  doubtless 
to  his  material  advantage  in  this  vale  Oi 
tears.  What  these  good  women  talked  about 
as  they  handled  the  elusive  soap  is  not  upon 
record.  Let  us  hope  that  they  discussed  the 
various  doctrinal  points  that  now  divide 
Christendom.  Let  us  hope  that  they  brought 
tweedle-dum  and  tweedle-dee  into  some  sort 
of  speaking  acquaintance.  On  the  other  hand 
they  may  have  whiled  away  the  hours  of  toil 
by  "aboosin*  the  neighbors,"  like  Artemus 
Ward's  wife.  But  is  not  this  a  hopeful  sign 
for  the  union  of  the  churches  ?  Is  there  not 
a  cause  for  optimism  when  we  consider  this 
assembly  of  noble-hearted  women  ready  to 
put  away,  or  to  soberly  discuss,  their  dogmatic 
differences,  and  to  unite  under  a  single  leader 
and  for  one  common  and  lofty  aim? 


The  hour  of  dining  has  advanced  with 
the  centuries  (according  to  the  London 
Chronicle).  Froissart  mentions  waiting  on 
the  Duke  of  Lancaster  at  five  in  the  after- 
noon after  he  had  supped  and  was  about  to 
go  to  bed,  and  the  preface  of  the  Heptam- 
eron  shows  that  the  Queen  of  Navarre  dined 
at  ten  o'clock  in  the  morning.  From  the 
Northumberland  Household  Book,  dated  1512, 
we  learn  that  the  ducal  family  rose  at  six, 
breakfasted  at  seven,  dined  at  ten,  supped  at 
four,  and  retired  for  the  night  at  nine.  Louis 
XIV  did  not  dine  till  twelve,  while  his  con- 
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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and   Otherwise. 


A  Philadelphia  lawyer  and  connoisseur  was 
describing  some  of  his  experiences  in  search 
of  curios.  "I  once  entered  a  shop,"  he  said, 
smiling,  "and  the  salesman  pointed  out  to  me 
a  dilapidated  chair.  'That  there  chair,  sir,' 
he  said,  impressively,  'belonged  to  Louis 
Cross-eye,  King  of  France.'  'Louis  Cross- 
eye?'  said  I.  'Why,  there's  no  such  person.' 
'Oh,  yes,  there  is,  sir,'  said  the  salesman,  and 
he  showed  me  a  ticket  marked  'Louis  XL'  " 


A  New  Mexico  homesteader  received  from 
the  Department  of  Agriculture  a  quantity  of 
dwarf  milo  maize  seed,  with  a  request  to 
plant  it  and  report  the  result.  Here  is  his 
report:  "Mr.  Wilson:  Dear  Sir — I  planted 
your  dwarf  maize  and  it  did  fine.  It  was 
the  dwarf  est  maize  I  ever  saw.  But  the  jack- 
rabbits  ate  it  as  fast  as  it  got  ripe.  Please 
send  another  lot  of  seed,  and  send  along  a 
lot  of  dwarf  jack-rabbits  to  match  the  maize." 


The  old  mountainer,  who  was  standing  on 
the  corner  of  the  main  street  in  a  certain 
little  Kentucky  town,  had  never  seen  an  auto- 
mobile. When  a  good-sized  touring  car  came 
rushing  up  the  street  at  about  thirty  miles 
an  hour,  and  slowed  down  just  enough  to 
take  the  corner  on  two  wheels,  his  astonish- 
ment was  extreme.  The  old  fellow  watched 
the  disappearing  car  with  bulging  eyes  and 
open  mouth.  Then,  turning  to  a  bystander, 
he  remarked,  solemnly :  "The  horses  must 
sho'ly  ha'  been  traveling  some  when  they  got 
loose  from  that  gen'leman's  carriage!" 


When  Oscar  Wilde  came  to  the  United 
States  to  lecture  on  aesthetics  in  his  highly 
aesthetic  velvet  costume — and  incidentally  to 
prepare  the  public  mind  for  the  proper  ap- 
preciation of  Gilbert  and  Sullivan's  "Patience," 
in  which  the  aesthetic  movement  was  held  up 
to  ridicule — he  used  to  complain  that 
America  was  very  uninteresting  since  it  had 
"no  antiquities  and  no  curiosities."  But  he 
ventured  on  this  disparagement  once  too  often, 
for  in  the  course  of  his  travels  he  uttered  it 
to  the  American  Girl,  and  she  replied  with 
the  demure  depravity  of  candid  innocence  that 
this  was  not  quite  a  fair  reproach,  since  "we 
shall  have  the  antiquities  in  time,  and  we  are 
already  importing  the  curiosities." 


did  not  think  I  could  be  mistaken.  Have  you 
been  out  to  the  Chicago  convention?"  "Yes, 
I  was  there."  "Well,"  and  the  man  leaned 
over  and  became  very  confidential,  "they  cer- 
tainly  handed   the  old   man   something  there." 


James  W.  Wadsworth,  Jr.,  who  is  said  to 
be  a  candidate  for  the  Republican  nomination 
for  governor  within  a  few  days,  has  been 
spending  the  days  since  the  termination  of 
the  Chicago  convention  on  his  ranch  in 
Texas.  In  connection  with  that  Texas  ranch, 
which  is  an  extensive  one,  a  story  is  related 
of  the  contested  delegations  from  Texas  at 
Chicago.  Cecil  Lyon,  the  Roosevelt  Texas 
leader,  had  submitted  lists  of  delegates  from 
many  counties  where  the  Taft  leaders  declared 
there  were  no  Republicans  at  all,  and  very 
few  inhabitants  with  any  party  affiliations. 
When  Wadsworth  looked  over  the  list  of 
counties  from  which  Lyon  delegates  were  said 
to  hail  he  exclaimed  :  "Why,  this  is  all  non- 
sense— three  of  these  counties  are  on  my 
ranch." 


John  Burroughs  is  well  known  as  one  of 
the  foremost  of  nature  writers  in  this  country". 
Some  time  ago  he  visited  his  brother,  Eden 
Burroughs,  who  lives  in  the  Catskills,  at  a 
place  called  Hobart.  The  two  brothers  went 
fox  hunting  together.  The  honor  of  the  hunt 
came  to  Eden,  who  shot  the  only  fox.  It  so 
happened  that  foxskins  were  worth  about  $5 
at  that  time,  and  the  successful  Nimrod  took 
much  pride  in  telling  how  he  got  the  better 
of  the  sage  of  Slabsides.  Later,  in  boasting 
to  a  few  friends  about  it  in  the  presence  of 
his  brother,  John,  he  was  interrupted  by,  "You 
have  bragged  about  that  fox  hunt  long  enough. 
You  shot  the  fox,  sold  the  skin,  and  got  $5. 
I  wrote  a  little  account  of  the  hunt  and  got 
$75  from  the  magazine  which  published  it. 
So  there  you  are !" 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


Made  Up. 
Kiss  and  make  up,  the  way  is  old 

To  fill  with  joy  Love's  cup. 
He  does  the  kissing,  so  I'm  told, 
She  does  the  making  up. 

— Detroit  News. 


One  of  the  reputations  which  the  Ameri- 
can has  abroad  is  that  he  can  always  over- 
top anything  he  sees  in  Europe  by  something 
he  has  at  home.  An  Italian  was  showing  an 
American  friend  about  Italy,  and  had  not  had 
much  success  in  arousing  his  enthusiasm.  If 
he  showed  the  Campanile,  the  American  said, 
"We've  got  a  monument  in  Washington,  two 
hundred  feet  higher."  If  he  showed  him  the 
Coliseum,  he  remarked,  "The  auditorium  at 
Chicago  is  bigger."  Finally  the  Italian  showed 
him  Vesuvius  in  eruption,  and  thought  surely 
that  must  stir  his  awe.  But  the  American, 
after  gazing  for  a  moment  at  the  burning 
mountain,  said,  "We've  got  a  waterfall  in 
America  that  wrouId  put  that  out  in  five  min- 
utes." 


That  New  Party  Emblem. 
The  Lioness  would  do  quite  well, 

The  Eroncho,  too,  is  spry; 
But  the  Belgian  Hare  can  runlikel, 
And  it  sure  do  multiply. 

— Chicago  Tribune. 


On  one  occasion  (Eleanor  A.  Towle  tells 
this  story  in  "A  Poet's  Children"),  being  asked 
to  meet  an  Irish  enthusiast  who  went  about 
the  country  enlightening  people's  minds  on  the 
subject  of  Popish  errors,  Hartley  Coleridge 
after  dinner  asked  to  be  presented  to  the  lec- 
turer; and,  taking  his  arm  while  the  guests 
were  gathered  round,  he  addressed  him  with 
solemnity:  "Sir,  there  are  two  great  evils  in 
Ireland."  "There  are  indeed,"  replied  the 
Irish  guest,  "but  please  to  name  them."  "The 
first,"  Hartley  resumed,  "is  Popery."  "It  is," 
cried  the  other,  in  emphatic  acquiescence ; 
"how  wonderful  you  should  have  discovered 
it !  Now,  what  is  the  second  great  evil  ?" 
"Protestantism,"  was  Hartley's  reply  in  a 
voice  of  thunder,  as  he  ran  away  screaming 
with  laughter. 

Mrs.  Alice  Roosevelt  Longworth  attended 
the  Chicago  convention  and  was  present  when 
President  Taft  was  renominated.  The  train 
on  which  she  was  returning  to  Washington 
carried  the  Democratic  delegation  from  Wis- 
consin on  its  way  to  the  Baltimore  convention. 
One  man  who  had  watched  her  for  a  long 
time  in  the  dining-car  finally  mustered  up 
enough  courage  to  go  and  speak  to  her.  "Are 
you  Mrs.  Longworth,  who  was  Alice  Roose- 
velt ?"  he  asked.  "Yes."  "You  know,  I  recog- 
nized you  from  the  pictures  I  had  seen  in  the 
magazines."  "Is  that  so,"  said  Mrs.  Long- 
worth    in    her   most   gracious    way.      "Yes.      I 


Queries. 
If  a  burglar  skipped  through  a  basement  door 
To  sLeal  a  ham,  would  the  furnace  roar? 
If   be  stopped  to  learn  if  the  ham  was  good, 
Would   the  coal-chute  quick  as  the  kindling-wood? 

— Satire. 


It's  Man's  Way. 
I've   noticed   now   for  forty    years,    have    read    and 
listened  with  my  ears 
To  things  that  people  say. 
And  everywhere  and  all  the  time  men  have  dropped 
into  prose  and  rhyme, 
Well,    nearly   every  day, 
To   hand  a  package  to  the  girls,    to    criticize  their 
puffs  and  curls, 
Their  ribbons  and  their  rats: 
To  laugh  at  them  about  their  clothes,  their  skirts, 
their  gloves,  their  shoes,  their  hose 
And  how  they  wear  their  hats; 

Their  powder  puffs  an*  powder   rags,   their  willow 
plumes  and  shopping  bags, 
The  beauty  patch  they  wore 
'Way     back     in     my     grandfather's     time.       Their 
clothes  were  looked  on  as  a  crime 
In   those   glad   days  of  yore 
Just  as  they   are   looked    on    today;    whatever   way 
was  woman's  way 
Was  thought  absurdly  wrong. 
The  galluses  they  used  to  wear,  the  crinolines  that 
made  men  stare 
Were  jeered  in  prose  and  song. 

Today    the    hobble    is    the    thing    that    points    the 
bard's  envenomed  sting. 
And  keeps  him  up  at  night 
To    think   of   meaner   things   to    say   and    build    up 
sentences  to  flay 
Their  victims  when  they  write. 
But  here's  one  thing  I've  noticed,  too!     From  the 
old  days  that  Adam  knew 
In    the    first    dawn    of   life, 
Men    bagged    their    trousers    at    the    knees    in    des- 
perate   attempts    to    please 
The    girls    and    get   a    wife! 

— New  York  Globe. 


"So  your  oldest  boy  has  joined  the  glee 
club?"  "Yes."  "What  caused  him  to  take 
that  step?"  "I  don't  know.  But,  judging  by 
sound,  I  suspect  it  must  have  been  melan- 
cholia."— Washington  Star. 


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W.  L.  W.  MILLER,  Manager 


HAMMOND 

LUMBER  COMPANY 

260  California  Street 

REDWOOD,  DOUGLAS  FIR 
and  PILING 


P.  A.  Landry    J.H.  MoGbegob    J.  F.  Templeton 
T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

CIVIL  ENGINEERS 

British  Columbia  Land  Surveyors 

Land  Aeents         Timber  Cruisers 

CHANCERY  CHAMBERS,  Langley  Street 

VICTORIA,  B.  C. 

P.  O.  Box  152       Phone  6&1 

MCGREGOR  BUILDING.  Third  Stbeet 

SOUTH  FORT  GEORGE,  B.  C. 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Sti. 

Capital,  Surplus  and  Undivided  Profits . .  .$  1 1 ,000.000.00 

Deposits 25,775,597.47 

Total  Resources 45.467.957. 1 3 

Isaias    W.    Hellman- President 

I.   W.  Hellman,  Jr Y ice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.   Cashier 

A.  B.  Price Asst.  Cashier 

directors: 
isaias  w.  hellman         hartland  law 
joseph  sloss  henry  rosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.  flood 

p.  w.  van  sicklen  j.  henry  meyer 

wm.  f.  herrin  a.  h.  payson 

john  c.  kirkpatrick  chas.  j.  peering 
i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james  k.  wilson 
a.  christeson  f.  l.  lipman 

WM.    HAAS 

Customers  of  this  Bank  are  ottered  every  facility  consistent 
with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
SAFE  DEPOSIT  VAULTS 


The  Anglo  and  London  Paris 

NATIONAL  BANK 

SAN   FRANCISCO 

Capital $  4.000.000.00 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Profits 1 .723.228.49 

Total  Resources 39.124,117.28 

Accounts  of  Corporations,  Firms  and 
Individuals  Invited 


J.    C.  WILSON    &    CO. 

MEMBERS 

New  York  Slock  Exchange 

New  York  Cotton  Exchange 

Chicago  Board  of  Trade 

The  Stock  and  Bond  Exchange,  San  Francisco 

MAIN  OFFICE:   MILLS  BUILDING,  San   Francisco,  Cal. 

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CONNECTICUT  FIRE  INSURANCE  COMPANY 

Established  1850  OF  HARTFORD 

SIXTY-SECOND  ANNUAL  STATEMENT 

Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders S.llT/.iNJ 

Total  Assets 7.517,091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building      •      San  Francisco 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


August  3.  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay    of   San    Francisco   will   be   found   in 
the  following  department : 

Mr.  H.  J.  Small  has  announced  the  engagement 
of  his  daughter,  Miss  Barbara  Josephine  Small,  to 
Lieutenant  Junius  Pierce,  Coast  Artillery,  U.  S. 
A  Miss  Small  is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  A.  G.  Fisher, 
Wife  of  Lieutenant  Fisher,  U.  S.  A.  Lieutenant 
Pierce  is  stationed  at  Fort  McDowell. 

Mrs.  Nathaniel  S.  James  has  announced  the  en- 
gagement of  her  daughter,  Miss  Gladys  James,  to 
Lieutenant  J.  W.  Klein,  Jr.,  U.  S.  N.  Miss  James 
is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Hartwell  McCartney  of  Wash- 
ington, D.  C.  Lieutenant  Klein  is  stationed  at  the 
Bremerton  Navy  Yard,  where  he  is  on  the  statT 
of  Rear-Admiral  Alfred  Reynolds,  U.   S.  N. 

Judge  Thomas  A.  McBride  of  Portland,  Oregon, 
has  announced  the  engagement  of  his  sister-in- 
law,  Mrs.  George  Wickliffe  McBride,  to  Mr. 
George   Perkins  Baxter  of  Berkeley. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Bird  Chanslor  and  Mr. 
Willis  Kirk  Reese  took  place  Wednesday  at  the 
home  in  Los  Angeles  of  the  bride's  mother,  Mrs. 
John  Chanslor.  Mrs.  Reese  is  a  sister  of  Mr. 
Joseph  A  Chanslor  of  this  city. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Mary  Dabney  McMullan 
and  Mr:  Earl  Griswold  Bigelow  took  place  Wednes- 
day, July  17,  at  the  home  in  Elizabeth  City,  North 
Carolina,  of  the  bride's  parents,  Dr.  Oscar  Mc- 
Mullan and  Mrs.  McMullan.  Mr.  Bigelow  is  the 
son  of  Mrs.  R.  B.  Bigelow  and  the  late  Judge 
Bigelow  of  this  city.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bigelow  will 
reside  in   Coalinga. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hope  Beaver  have 
issued  invitations  to  the  wedding  of  their  niece. 
Miss  Ruth  Casey,  and  Mr.  Arthur  Brown,  Thurs- 
day evening  at  nine  o'clock  at  2525  Webster 
Street.  Miss  Casey  will  be  attended  by  her 
cousin,  Miss  Isabel  Beaver,  and  Miss  Helen  Ash- 
ton.  Mr.  Chauncey  Goodrich  will  be  best  man, 
and  the  chosen  ushers  are  Dr.  James  Whitney  and 
Mr.    Raymond  Ashton. 

Miss  Isabelle  Donahue  Sprague  will  be  married 
September  19  to  Mr.  William  Lawrence  Pool. 
The  wedding  will  take  place  at  the  home  in  Menlo 
Park  of  the  bride's  mother,  Mrs.  Richard  Sprague. 
Mrs.  Sarah  Stetson  Winslow  was  married  Thurs- 
day to  Colonel  Hamilton  S.  Wallace.  U.  S.  A 
The  wedding,  which  took  place  at  the  bride's  borne 
on  Pacific  Avenue,  was  attended  by  the  Misses 
Ruth  and  Marie  Louise  Winslow,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Robert  Oxnard,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  N.  Stet- 
son. 

Miss  Augusta  Foote  was  hostess  at  a  tea  at 
the  Palace  Hotel  in  honor  of  the  Misses  Harriet, 
Janetta,  and  Mary  Alexander  of  New  York. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  a  luncheon  Sunday  at  her  home  in 
Burlingame  complimentary  to  Mrs.  Charles  Alex- 
ander. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A  Pope  will  give  an  in- 
formal dance  August  23  at  their  home  in  Bur- 
lingame. The  affair  will  be  in  honor  of  the 
coterie  of  young  people  home  from  their  schools 
and  colleges. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  will  entertain 
the  young  friends  of  Miss  Ethel  Crocker  and  Mr. 
William  H.  Crocker,  Jr.,  at  a  dance  August  IS 
in    Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Otis  gave  a  dinner  last 
week  complimentary  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ernest  Still- 
man  of  New  York. 

Miss  Anita  Baspham  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
at  the  Santa  Barbara  Country  Club,  where  she 
entertained  a  number  of  San  Franciscans  who 
are  spending  the  summer  in  Santa  Barbara  and 
Miramar. 

Mrs.  Milo  M.  Porter  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Nina  Jones,  gave  a  lawn  party  Saturday  afternoon 
at   the  Hotel   Potter. 

Miss  Jones  was  recently  hostess  at  a  dinner 
in  honor  of  Miss  Ethel  Crocker. 

Miss  Katharine  MacAdam  has  issued  invitations 
to  a  bridge-tea  Wednesday,  August  7,  in  honor  of 
Mrs.    Earl    Shipp. 

Mrs.  Selden  S.  Wright  was  the  honored  guest 
at  a  luncheon  given  by  Mrs.  D.  S.  Lisberger  at 
her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue.  The  guests  were 
members  of  the  Daughters  of  the  Confederacy. 

Mrs.  Campbell  Shorb  was  hostess  at  a  tea  com- 
plimentary to   Mrs.    Carroll  D.    Buck. 

Mrs.  Robert  B.  Henderson  gave  an  informal  tea 
recently  at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Yiscomte  Philippe  de  Tristan  and  Viscomtesse 
de  Tristan  entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a 
dinner  in  Paris  in  honor  of  Miss  Abby  Parrott  and 
her  fiance,   Mr.    Edward  J.   Tobin. 

Mrs.  Joseph  Fyffe  was  hostess  Thursday  at  a 
tea  at  her  home  on  Mare  Island  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
Roland    Schumann. 

Mrs.  Schumann  was  the  complimented  guest  at 
a  bridge-tea  given  on  Mare  Island  by  Mrs.  Charles 
M.   Ray  and  her  niece,  Miss  Nina  Blow. 

Colonel  Frederick  von  Schrader,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  von  Schrader  entertained  at  a  dinner  at  their 
home  on  Jackson  Street  and  Presidio  Avenue. 
The  affair  was  in  honor  of  Brigadier-General  Wal- 
ter  S.    Schuyler,   U.    S.  A. 

Mrs.    I.    Lowenberg    entertained    at    tea    at    the 


Cliff  House  last  Thursday  in  honor  of  Mile.  Alice 
Favre,  president  of  the  Red  Cross  Society,  Geneva, 
Switzerland.  Among  those  invited  were  Mrs.  John 
F.  Merrill,  Mrs.  Thurlow  McMullin,  and  Mrs. 
L.   L.  Dunbar. 

Captain  W.  B.  McCaskey,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
McCaskey  gave  a  tea"  at -their,  ho  me  in  the  Pre- 
sidio, Monterey,  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Read,  wife  of 
Captain  A.  C.  Read,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Gillis, 
wife  of  Lieutenant  Gillis,  U.  S.  A. 

Captain  John  Ellicott,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Elli- 
cott  were  the  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner  given 
by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  C.  Shevlin  at  their  home  in 
Portland,  Oregon. 


Movements  and  "Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to    and   from   this   city   and    Coast   and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Califomians : 

Mrs.  Beverly  MacMonagle  and  her  son,  Mr. 
Douglas  MacMonagle,  have  taken  a  house  on  Pa- 
cific Avenue  between  Fillmore  and  Webster 
Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Harriet,  Janetta,  and  Mary 
Alexander,  left  Wednesday  for  Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lorenzo  Avenali  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Ettore  Avenaii  left  Tuesday  for  Santa  Bar- 
bara, where  they  will  spend  the  next  two  weeks. 

Miss  Marjorie  Josselyn  is  at  present  the  guest 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  at  their  home  in 
Auburn. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  Whitman  have  returned 
from  the  McCloud  Country  Club  and  are  in  Bur- 
lingame, where  they  will  remain  until  their  de- 
parture for  New  York- 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Othello  Scribner  have  returned 
from  a  motor  trip  through  Southern  California. 

Among  the  recent  guests  at  Tahoe  Tavern  are 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  B.  Willcutt,  Dr.  George 
Hayes  Willcutt,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Fennimore, 
Mrs.  William  Matson,  and  Miss  Lurline  Matson. 
Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  and  her  sons,  the 
Messrs.  Mountford  Wilson,  Jr.,  and  Russell  Wil- 
son, left  Tuesday  for  Weber  Lake,  where  they 
will  spend  several  weeks  at  the  Country  Club. 
Mr.  Wilson  will  spend  the  week-ends  with  his 
family. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Baldwin  Wood  have  rented  a 
house  in  San  Mateo,  where  they  will  reside  upon 
their    return    from    Europe. 

Dr.    Cullen    F.    Welty,    Mrs.    Welty,    and    their 
children  are  spending  the  summer  at  Castle  Crags. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  G.  Lathrop  have  returned 
to     Palo     Alto     after     a    visit     in     Southern     Cali- 
fornia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  Breeze  have  recently  sold 
their  home  in  Menlo  Park  and  will  in  the  future 
reside  in  San  Mateo.  They  are  spending  the  sum- 
mer in  Miramar. 

Mr.  Thomas  B.  Eastland  has  gone  East  for  a 
brief  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  Knight  spent  the  week- 
end in  Burlingame  as  the  guests  of  Mr.  Henrv  T. 
Scott. 

Mrs.  M.  A  Huntington,  Miss  Marian  Hunting- 
ton, and  Miss  Grace  Wilson  left  last  week  for 
British    Columbia. 

Mrs.     Arthur     Geissler     (formerly     Miss     Carol 

Moore)    has  arrived  from   Chicago   and  is  in   Ross 

with  her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A  Moore. 

Mr.   and  Mrs.   Norman  Livermore  have  recently 

been  visiting  friends  in  Los  Angeles. 

Miss  Genevieve  Harvey  has  returned  to  her 
home  in  Gait  after  a  visit  with  friends  in  this 
city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Crothers  and  Mrs. 
William  H.  Mills  have  gone  to  Palo  Alto  for  a 
few   weeks'   visit. 

Mrs.  Jessie  Bowie-Detrick  and  her  son,  Bowie 
Detrick,  returned  recently  from  their  country- 
home  in  Los  Altos. 

Miss  Dorothy  Baker  is  again  in  town  after  visit- 
ing Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Baker  in  San  Rafael 
and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leavitt  Baker  in  Shasta  County. 
Judge  Thomas  F.  Graham,  Mrs.  Graham,  and 
Miss  Ethel  Graham  have  returned  from  an  outing 
in  Shasta  County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Remington  Quick  have  re- 
turned East  after  a  visit  with  Mrs.  Henry  L. 
Dodge. at  her  home  on  Franklin  Street. 

Mrs.  Dodge  and  Mrs.  Hannah  Gale  left  yester- 
day for  Monterey,  to  remain  several  weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Mendell,  Jr.,  Miss 
Louise  Janin,  and  Master  Covington  Janin,  left 
last  week  for  Santa  Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Jenkins,  Mrs.  Edward 
Griffith,  Miss  Constance  McLaren,  and  Mr.  Millen 
Griffith  have  returned  from  the  Yosemite  Yalley. 

Miss  Edith  Livermore  has  returned  to  Montesol 
from  Grass  Yalley,  where  she  has  been  visiting 
Miss   Frances  Jones. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  and  their  chil- 
dren left  Tuesday  for  Monterey,  where  they  will 
spend   two   weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harold  Irwin  Broughton,  who 
were  married  last  week,  are  traveling  in  Canada. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Nickerson  Woods  (for- 
merly Miss  Frances  Newhall)  arrived  in  New 
York  from  Europe  July  22,  and  have  since  been 
visiting  relatives  in  Martha's  Yineyard. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marvin  R.  Higgins,  who  have 
spent    the    summer    months    traveling    in    Germany 


;tiW4m   We  Say  ARISTOCRATICA 

^  Chocolates — special  Pig  and 

Whistle  make  —  are  the 
highest  grade  ever  offered 
you.  We've  tried,  and  can 
not  improve  on  them.  Car- 
tons 75  cents  and  $1.50. 

Henry  Maillard,  of  Fifth  Avenue, 
New  York,  furnishes  us  with  his  un- 
rivaled chocolate  for  all  our  candies. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


and  Switzerland,  are  expected  to  arrive  in  New 
York  the  first  week  in  August,  and  will  possibly 
reach   San  Francisco  September  1. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hans  Wollman  (formerly  Miss 
Edith  Lowe)  are  spending  their  honeymoon  in 
Shasta  County- 
Mrs.  Carter  Pitkin  Pomeroy,  who'  has  been 
visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  Scott  Brooke  in 
Portland,  "Oregon,-  has  recently  been  the  guest  of 
General  Marion  P.  Maus.  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Maus  at  Vancouver  Barracks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mark  Requa  and  their  children 
have    returned    from   a  trip   to   Alaska. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  D.  Spreckels  have  returned 
from  Alaska,  where  they  went  a  month  ago  in 
their  yacht.  They  were  accompanied  by  Mrs. 
Horace  Wilson,  Mrs.  Samuel  Knight,  and  Mr. 
T.    C.    Augsbury. 

Miss  Lily  O'Connor  is  at  the  Hotel  Peninsula 
in   San   Mateo. 

Mrs.  William  G.  Daggett  and  her  two  children, 
of  New  Haven,  Connecticut,  are  spending  the 
summer  in  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Rutherford,  who  have 
been  in  town  for  a  few  weeks,  will  leave  shortly 
for  their    ranch   near  Paso    Robles. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nathaniel  T.  Messer  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  H.  McDonald  Spencer  have  returned 
from    a   motor    trip    to    Santa    Cruz. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Payot  of  Los  Angeles 
have  been  visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Payot  in 
this  city. 

Mrs.  James  W.  Keeney  has  been  spending  the 
past  week  in  Woodside  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Talbot 
Walker. 

Mrs.  Horace  Davis  Pillsbury,  Miss  Olivia  Pills- 
bury,  and  the  Masters  Taylor  and  Evans  Pills- 
bury  will  leave  Monday  for  Buzzard's  Bay,  Mas- 
sachusetts, where  they  will  spend  several  weeks 
with  General  Taj-lor  and  Mrs.  Taylor  at  their 
country   home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  Sloss  and  the  Messrs.  Louis 
and  Leon   Sloss,  Jr.,  have  returned   from   Europe. 
Dr.    William   W.    Kerr  and   Mrs.    Kerr   have  re- 
turned   from   a    few   weeks'    visit    in    the    northern 
part  of  the  state. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  F.  W.  Dohnnann,  after  visiting 
Paris  and  the  chateaux  country,  and  a  tour  of 
Belgium  and  Holland,  are  now  in   Germany. 

Mrs.  Blanca  W.  Paulsen  when  last  heard  from 
was   enjoying   her   stay   in   Hamburg,    Germany. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Vandevender  Stott 
have  returned  from  the  East  and  are  the  guests 
of  Mr.    and   Mrs.   Tirey  L.    Ford. 

Mrs.  William  Tiralow  of  Inglewood,  New  Jer- 
sey, and  Mr.  Edgar  Carolan  arrived  last  Saturday 
from  New  York,  having  been  called  by  the  death 
of  their  father,  Mr.  James  Carolan.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Francis  Carolan  arrived  yesterday  in  New  York 
from  Europe  and  will  return  immediately  to  this 
city. 

Mr.  John  Geary  has  gone  to  Portland  to  reside 
permanently. 

Paymaster  Roland  Schumann,  U.  S.  N.,  and 
Mrs.  Schumann  (formerly  Miss  Helen  Sullivan) 
have  returned  from  their  wedding  trip  and  are 
established  in  Vallejo. 

Mrs.  David  Scott  has  gone  to  Bremerton  to  join 
her  husband,  Lieutenant  Scott,  U.  S.  N.,  who  has 
recently  arrived   from   China. 

Major  Thomas  E.  Ashburn,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Ashburn  will  leave  shortly  for  Omaha,  where  they 
will   reside  indefinitely. 

Lieutenant  James  Parker,  U.  S.  N.,  will  arrive 
Thursday  from  the  East  and  will  be  married  Au- 
gust 14  to   Miss  Julia  Langhorne. 

General  McClernand,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Mc- 
Clernand  have  gone  to  Governors  Island  to  reside 
indefinitely. 


In  his  speech  before  the  curtain  at  His 
Majesty's  Theatre  in  London  at  the  close  of 
the  season  (a  speech  which  contained  also  a 
reference  to  the  conclusion  of  his  twenty- 
fifth  year  of  management)  Sir  Herbert  Tree 
announced  his  autumn  production,  a  spectacu- 
lar pageant-play  by  Louis  X.  Parker  on  the 
subject  of  Sir  Francis  Drake.  The  part  of 
Drake  will  be  taken  by  Lyn  Harding,  and  Sir 
Herbert  Tree  will  not  appear.  The  date  of 
production  will  be  Tuesday,  September  3. 
Speaking  of  the  play  later,  Sir  Herbert  Tree 
said  :  "I  feel  that  no  more  appropriate  mo- 
ment could  be  chosen  to  sound  the  patriotic 
note.  All  eyes  at  present  are  fixed  upon  the 
navy ;  we  recognize  that  it  is  the  supreme 
thing,  that  the  welfare  of  the  nation  depends 
upon  its  preeminence.  The  career  of  Drake 
is  replete  with  instructive  lessons  for  us  of 
today  :  crowded  with  tremendous  issues  which 
may  be  studied  with  profit  and  advantage.  In 
the  writing  and  development  of  his  play,  Mr. 
Parker  has  kept  such  considerations  well  in 
view,  and  our  constant  aim  throughout  will 
be  to  handle  his  work  with  the  fervor  and 
sincerity  which  it  deserves.  However  great 
may  be  the  power  of  the  modern  newspaper, 
however  vast  its  influence,  I  still  believe  that 
the  stage  has  no  equal  in  its  capacity  for  ap- 
pealing to  the  imagination  and  awakening  to 
activity  the  intelligence  of  the  people." 


The  Shakespeare  Summer  Festival  at  Strat- 
ford begins  Saturday  of  this  week  and  will 
last  four  weeks.  F.  R.  Benson  and  his  com- 
pany will  appear  nightly,  and  the  following 
plays  will  be  performed  each  week:  "Antony 
and  Cleopatra,"  "A  Midsummer  Night's 
Dream,"  "Othello,"  "As  You  Like  It,"  "Henry 
the  Fifth,"  "The  Merry  Wives  of  Windsor," 
Sheridan's  "The  Rivals,"  and  "McCarthy's  "If 
I  Were  King."  In  addition  there  will  be 
classes  in  folk-song  and  folk-dance,  a  folk- 
drama  conference,  and  lectures  on  various 
other   subjects    connected   with   the   drama. 


The  slight  extent  to  which  the  King  of 
England  can  influence  men's  fashions  is 
shown  by  the  practical  disappearance  of  the 
frock  coat  in  New  York  and  London  in  favor 
of  the  cutaway.  Yet  King  George  and  the 
Prince  of  Wales  still  stick  to  the  frock. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


79 


THE   CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Incompetency  among-  heads  of  departments, 
inefficiency  among  inspectors,  and  insufficiency 
of  empIoyees(  ?),  as  well  as  enmities  among 
the  groups  in  charge  of  the  various  branches 
of  the  municipal  government,  were  charges 
that  passed  back  and  forth  Wednesday  morn- 
ing at  a  conference  in  Mayor  Rolph's  office, 
according  to  reports  in  the  daily  papers.  The 
officials  gathered  at  the  call  of  the  mayor,  who 
demanded  to  know  who  is  responsible  for  the 
conditions  of  the  streets  and  sidewalks 
throughout  the  city.  The  interrogated  officials 
vied  with  each  other  in  disclaiming. 


John  H.  McCallum  of  this  city  has  been 
appointed  to  the  state  board  of  harbor  com- 
missioners to  succeed  the  late  George  M.  Hill. 
He  makes  the  third  San  Franciscan  on  the 
board,  the  other  two  being  J.  J.  Dwyer  and 
Thomas   H.   Williams. 


Under  the  auspices  of  the  Lincoln  Gram- 
mar School  Association  a  statue  of  Lincoln 
will  be  made  one  of  the  features  of  the  new 
civic  centre.  The  new  Lincoln  School  build- 
ing, which  has  replaced  the  old,  stands  at  the 
corner  of  Harrison  and  Fourth  Streets.  The 
city  architectural  commission  will  have  super- 
vision of  the  specifications  for  the  new  statue, 
the  cost  of  which  is  estimated  at  between  $25,- 
000  and  $30,000.  As  far  as  possible  it  will 
be  a  replica  of  the  old  statue  at  the  Lincoln 
school,  which  was  the  work  of  P.  Mazarra,  a 
San  Francisco  sculptor.  The  officers  and  di- 
rectors of  the  Lincoln  Grammar  School  Asso- 
ciation are:  .President,  John  A.  Britton;  first 
vice-president,  Alex  W.  Robertson ;  second 
vice-president,  E.  Frank  Green ;  treasurer, 
Thomas  P.  Burns ;  secretary,  Eugene  Hoeber ; 
historical  secretary.  Charles  B.  Turrill ;  di- 
rectors— George  R.  Burdick,  Al  Couper,  Joseph 
M.  Greenberg,  Arthur  L.  Levinsky,  Charles 
E.  Miller,  George  M.  Cumming,  Alex  Gold- 
stein, Marcus  S.  Koshland,  George  H.  Luch- 
singer,  Charles  Van  Orden,  and  Frank  H.  de 
Guerre.  

Twelve  members  of  the  Lambs  Club  of 
New  York  who  are  visiting  San  Francisco 
were  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner  Wednesday 
night,  given  by  the  Bohemian  Club.  Among 
the  guests  were  De  Wolf  Hopper,  Eugene 
Cowles,  E.  M.  Holland,  Brandon.  Tynan, 
David  Warfield,  George  MacFarlane,  and 
James  K.  Hackett.  Joseph  D.  Redding  pre- 
sided. When  the  Bohemian  Club  building 
was  destroyed  by  fire  in  1906  the  Lambs  Club 
was  among  the  first  to  send  aid,  a  check  for 
$5000  being  contributed. 


The  League  of  the  Cross  Cadets  returned 
Monday  evening  from  their  eight  days'  camp- 
ing trip  at  Santa  Barbara.  Colonel  B.  L.  Mc- 
Kinley  was  in  command  of  the  cadets,  with 
Major  J.  L.  Flynn  second  in  command.  Com- 
pany A  was  commanded  by  Captain  M.  F. 
Kent;  Company  B  by  Captain  J.  R.  Smith; 
Company  C,  Captain  W.  J.  O'Dea ;  Company 
L,  Captain  F.  J.  Grinley  ;  Company  M,  Captain 
G.  B.  Henno,  and  Company  N  by  Captain  H. 
J.  Leonard.  Upon  disembarking  from  the 
steamer  the  cadets  marched  from  the  dock  to 
their  headquarters  in  the  Callaghan  Building 
at  Eighth  and  Market  Streets,  where  they 
were  dismissed.         

More  than  300  members  of  the  police  de- 
partment, headed  by  the  police  commission 
and  the  chief,  and  all  under  charge  of  Cap- 
tain Marcus  Anderson,  marched  in  the  funeral 
procession  of  Charles  H.  Bates,  shot  and 
killed  at  Sixteenth  and  Shotwell  Streets  last 
Friday  night.     The  murderer  is  still  at  large. 


On  Wednesday  of  last  week  Judge  Lawlor 
refused  to  dismiss  the  indictments  still  pend- 
ing against  Louis  Glass  until  it  has  been 
shown  to  his  satisfaction  that  the  resources 
of  the  prosecution  have  been  exhausted. 
Glass  was  former  vice-president  of  the  Pacific 
States  Telephone  Company.  Daily  papers 
commenting  on  the  case  say  that  Emil  Zim- 
mer,  one  of  the  witnesses,  had  been  indicted, 
which  is  a  misstatement.  Mr.  Zimmer  re- 
fused to  testify  at  the  beginning  of  the  prose- 
cution, but  no  indictment  was  filed  against 
him.  

Lieutenant-Commander  David  Foote  Sel- 
lers, named  by  President  Taft  to  act  as 
naval  aide  to  President  Charles  C.  Moore 
of  the  Panama-Pacific  International  Exposi- 
tion, is  here  to  assume  his  duties.  Sellers, 
who  is  a  graduate  of  Annapolis  of  the  class 
of  '94  and  won  distinction  in  his  studies,  was 
recently  detailed  to  act  as  special  aide  to 
Rear-Admiral  von  Rebeur-Paschvitz,  who 
commanded  the  German  squadron  that  visiteo 
the  United  States  in  June. 


A  department  of  foreign  trade  that  will  be 
under  the  direction  of  the  foreign  trade  com- 
mittee of  the  Chamber  of  Commerce  has  been 
established,  its  offices  being  on  the  thirteenth 
floor  of  the  Merchants'  Exchange  Building. 
The  board  of  directors  of  the  chamber  has 
decided  that  that  organization  will  be  better 
enabled  to  increase  the  importance  of  San 
Francisco  as  an  export  centre  through  a  de- 
partment of  foreign  trade.     The  foreign  trade 

littee  is  lidded  -by  Vice-President  Robert 

i.     and.     John     K.     Rossiter, 


vice-chairman.  Other  members  are  James 
Otis.  Albert  Castel,  W.  H.  Hammer,  C.  H. 
McCormick,  and  E.  O.  McCormick.  C.  W. 
Burks  of  the  chamber  organization  will  con- 
tinue to  be  secretary   of  the   committee. 


Guests  of  the  Transportation  Club  on  Sat- 
urday night  thronged  the  club's  quarters  at 
the  Palace  Hotel  at  the  monthly  literary 
budget.  The  addresses  of  the  evening  were 
delivered  by  F.  G.  Athearn  on  "Personality 
in  Railroading"  ;  humorous  remarks  by  Clyde 
Colby;  W.  H.  Hammer  of  the  Chamber  of 
Commerce  on  "Our  Trade  Relations  with  the 
Orient"  ;  J.  R.  Weeks  on  "South  America  and 
West  Indies,"  and  L.  Quinn  on  "New  South 
Wales."  There  were  happy  interruptions  of 
musical  and  vaudeville  numbers.  The  affair 
was  in  the  charge  of  L.  E.  Burgin,  Secretary 
Theodore  Jacobs  assisting. 


Accompanied  by  his  bride  of  two  weeks 
and  his  two  young  sisters,  Sun  Fo,  son  of 
Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen.  first  provisional  president  of 
the  Chinese  republic,  arrived  this  week  in 
San  Francisco.  The  young  people  came  here 
to  complete  their  education.  Dr.  Sun  having 
decided  that  his  three  children  should  take 
degrees  at  the  University  of  California.  In 
the  party  of  Sun  Fo  also  were  General  Lan 
Tien  Wei,  who  distinguished  himself  during 
the  recent  Chinese  revolution,  and  three  of 
his  advisers,  Yin  Chuan  Pong,  Dscho  Shu 
Lian,  and  Haon  Chien  Ou.  They  are  here 
to   study  military  methods  of  the  Occident. 


The  population  of  San  Francisco  has  in- 
creased 40,000  in  the  past  two  years,  accord- 
ing to  the  estimate  of  Superintendent  of  Pub- 
lic Schools  Hyatt,  based  on  official  reports 
made  to  him.  The  last  Federal  census  was 
taken  in  June,  1910.  At  that  time  there  were 
416,912  inhabitants;  today  they  are  estimated 
at  456,780.  Superintendent  Hyatt  says  that 
during  the  fiscal  year  ending  June  30,  1910, 
the  average  daily  attendance  at  the  public 
schools  was  36,774,  at  a  time  when  the  popu- 
lation of  the  city  was  declared  to  be  416,912. 
During  the  fiscal  year  ending  June  30,  1912, 
the  average  daily  attendance  at  the  public 
schools  was  40,423. 


The  recent  decision  of  the  Navy  Depart- 
ment that  all  marines  must  wear  pajamas  is 
not  meeting  with  popular  favor  among  the 
men,  who  appear  to  regard  the  wearing  of 
these  garments  not  in  keeping  with  the  life 
of  a  sailor  (says  the  New  Orleans  Picayune). 
The  pajamas  will  be  issued  to  the  marines  at 
once,  and  will  be  made  of  cotton  drill.  They 
will  become  part  of  the  regular  clothing  equip- 
ment, each  man  to  be  furnished  with  two 
pairs.  Officers  of  the  Marine  Corps  state  that 
while  provision  is  made  for  the  day  dress  of 
the  men,  heretofore  nothing  was  done  in  sup- 
plying them  with  proper  night  attire,  and  they 
believe  that  the  army  and  the  navy  would  do 
well  also  to  take  up  the  measure  of  making 
their  men  more  comfortable  at  night. 
-«-•*- 

Mr.  J.  J.  Hernan  has  assumed  the  duties 
of  manager  of  the  Hotel  del  Coronado,  Coro- 
nado  Beach.  Not  a  little  of  Mr.  Hernan's 
time  at  the  present  writing  is  being  taken 
up  in  the  renewal  of  old  friendships,  he 
having  been  connected  with  the  Hotel  del 
Coronado  under  Mr.  Ross  for  a  number  of 
years.  He  afterwards  was  identified  with  the 
Palace  Hotel,  San  Francisco,  and  later  with 
the  Brown  Palace  Hotel,  Denver.  For  several 
months  past  Mr.  Hernan  has  been  manager 
of  the  Hotel  Baltimore,  Kansas  City.  The 
new  manager  of  the  Hotel  del  Coronado  is  a 
man  of  pleasing  address  and  strong  per- 
sonality. His  recent  appointment  is  a  fitting 
tribute  to  his  remarkable  success  in  hotel 
management. 

-»♦!» 

The  life-long  ambitions  of  three  persons 
will  be  realized,  next  fall  when  William 
Faversham  produces  his  all-star  "Julius 
Ca5sar."  For  years  Tyrone  Power  has  cher- 
ished a  desire  to  appear  as  Brutus,  Frank 
Keenan  has  nourished  an  equal  longing  to  im- 
personate the  "lean  and  hungry"  Cassius, 
while  Mr.  Faversham  himself  has  long 
favored  the  role  of  Antony.  These  ambitions 
bid  fair  all  to  be  gratified,  for  Mr.  Faver- 
sham has  apportioned  the  roles  in  the 
Caesarian  drama  in  the  manner  that  will  bring 
the   greatest   delight   to    the   actors   concerned. 

During  the  winter  Donald  Brian  will  ap- 
pear in  a  new  musical  play  in  three  acts 
called  "The  Marriage  Market."  Although  the 
book  and  music  of  this  piece  were  written  in 
Germany,  where  it  is  now  being  played,  the 
scenes  are  laid  in  California.  The  piece  is 
not  only  running  in  Berlin,  but  has  passed 
its  170th  performance  in  Budapest.  It  will 
be  produced  during  the  winter  in  London  by 
George   Edwardes. 


Edward  Sheldon  has  completed  for  Charles 
Frohman  a  dramatization  of  "Alice  in  Won- 
derland." 


A  Summer  Courtesy — A  box  of  candy  sent 
to  friends  in  the  country-  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons' 
candies  can  be  sent  by  mail  or  express  from 
any  of  their  four  stores. 

Events  of  your  life  scientifically  predicted. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Why  "Imperial"  Cocoa? 

Not  because  it  is  a  home  product,  but  be- 
cause it  is  the  BEST  cocoa  made.  It  is 
manufactured  from  the  finest  selected  cocoa 
beans  by  a  special  process,  the  secret  of  the 
D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  through  which  the 
flavor  is  developed  and  improved. 

It  can  be  assimilated  by  the  weakest 
stomach ;  it  possesses  all  the  nutritive 
qualities  of  the  cocoa  bean;  it  is  eco- 
nomical—  being  of  superior  strength; 
it  is  most  easily  and  quickly  prepared ; 
it  is  unexcelled   for  flavor  and   aroma. 

Insist  on  IMPERIAL  and  decline  to  take  any 
other.  The  grocer  will  be  glad  to  order  it,  if  he 
doesn't  happen  to  carry  the  article. 


Charles  Frohman's  Plans  for  Next  Season. 

Charles  Frohman,  on  his  return  from  Eu- 
rope a  few  days  ago,  announced  his  plans  for 
next  season  in  part : 

"I  will  begin  the  Empire  Theatre  season 
early  in  September  with  the  annual  appear- 
ance of  John  Drew,  who  will  be  seen  in  the 
four-act  comedy,  'The  Perplexed  Husband,' 
by  Alfred  Sutro,  author  of  'The  Walls  of 
Jericho.'  Mr.  Drew's  new  play  was  first  pro- 
duced at  Wyndbanrs  Theatre,  London,  last 
winter.  Mr.  Sutro  will  come  here  from  Lon- 
don in   August  for  rehearsals. 

"When  Mr.  Drew  leaves  the  Empire  Mme. 
Nazimova  will  make  her  first  appearance  in 
this  theatre.  With  her  I  will  produce  'Bella 
Donna,'  a  four-act  drama  which  has  been 
running  for  the  last  nine  months  at  the  St. 
James  Theatre,  London. 

"For  Maude  Adams  I  have  arranged  an 
unusually  long  season  entirely  devoted  to  the 
plays  of  J.  M.  Barrie.  First  Miss  Adams  will 
make  a  very  considerable  tour  throughout  the 
United  States  in  'Peter  Pan.'  Then  she  will 
come  to  the  Empire  Theatre  and  present  for 
the  first  time  an  entirely  new  comedy  by  Mr. 
Barrie — his  first  long  play  since  'What  Every 
Woman  Knows' — entitled  'The  Legion  of  Leo- 
nora.' After  the  run  of  this  comedy  Miss 
Adams  will  appear  in  a  special  Barrie  pro- 
gramme consisting  of  a  fifty-minute  play 
called  'Rosalind'  and  'The  Ladies'  Shake- 
speare,' being  one  woman's  version  of  a  no- 
torious work  edited  by  J.  M.  Barrie.  Mr. 
Barrie  intends  coming  to  America  to  take  part 
in  Miss  Adams's  work. 

"Ethel  Barrymore's  starring  engagement 
with  me  will  not  begin  until  after  Christmas. 
Henri  Bernstein,  the  author  of  'The  Thief,' 
is  now  at  work  on  a  play  for  her  with  the 
understanding  that  the  first  time  it  is  given 
on  any  stage  will  be  through  Miss  Barry- 
more.  Haddon  Chambers  is  now  at  work  on 
his  new  play,  which  it  is  hoped  will  be  avail- 
able for  Miss  Barrymore.  Mr.  Chambers  will 
come  to  New  York  in  November." 


Billie  Burke,  assisted  by  a  company  of 
forty-four  players,  a  great  number  of  them 
coming  from  London,  will  open  Frohman's 
Lyceum  Theatre  in  New  York  next  season 
with  Sir  Arthur  Pinero's  "Mind-the-Paint 
Girl."  As  it  is  an  unusually  big  production, 
this  play  will  be  given  only  in  New  York  and 
the  most  important  cities  throughout  the 
country.  Miss  Burke  will  play  an  extended 
season  in  America  and  the  following  season 
will  appear  in  London,  should  present  plans 
be  carried  out  successfully. 


The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $1  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  St*. 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Turkish  Bath 
12  th  Floor 

Ladies'  Hair  Dressing  Parlors 
2d  Floor 

Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

Basement,  Geary  St.  Entrance 

Under  the  management  of  James  Woods 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel   in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cars  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


fSot^Hoi^otjonado. 

I     COROKADO  BEAci^CAUTORNlA.    \^S 


Summering  at  this  luxurious  resort  on 
theOc.--an  Beach  isIdVal.  Thede 
ocean  breeze  gives  new  zest  to  a  round 
of  the  links  or  a  slashing  set  ol  tennis. 
Every  out-of-door  amusement  here  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  qui^t  rest.    .Summer  Rates. 

J.  J.  HERNAN,  Manager.  Coronado.  Cal. 

or  H.  F.  Norcross,  A.:!..  334  So.  Spring  St. 
Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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Craxvf-ord^l     hear    he    was    operated     on. 
:     C' -absha:  ,_Money. — New 


■  . 

He — I  must  apologize  for  not  turning  up 
at  your  party  last  night.  She — Oh,  weren't 
you  there? — London  Opinion. 

Mabel — On  your  fishing  trip  did  you  have 
a  good  guide  ?  Harold — Good  for  the  fish. 
He  guided  me  away  from  them. — Walton 
Way  Under. 

Chauffeur — Didn't  you  hear  me  blowing  my 
horn  ?  Victim — Yes  ;  but  I  thought  perhaps 
you  were  a  candidate  for  the  presidency. — 
Johnson  News. 

Mrs.  Benham — Do  you  remember  that  I 
gave  you  no  decided  answer  the  first  time 
you  proposed  ?  Benham — I  remember  that 
you   suspended   sentence. — Judge. 

Miss — You  earn  $50  a  month.  Before  I 
marry  you  you'll  have  to  earn  $50  a  week. 
Mister — B-but  with  you  a  month  would  seem 
but  a  week. — New  York  Globe. 

She — So  you've  seen  papa.  Did  he  say 
anything  about  your  being  too  young?  He — 
Yes ;  but  he  said  when  I  once  began  to  pay 
your  bills  I  would  age  rapidly  enough. — Bos- 
ton Transcript. 

"Lady,"  said  Meandering  Mike,  "would  you 
lend  me  a  cake  of  soap?"  "Do  you  mean  to 
tell  me  you  want  soap."  "Yes'm.  Me  part- 
ner's got  de  hiccups  an'  I  want  to  scare  him." 
— Wareham  Courier. 

"She  would  rather  fight  than  eat."  "That 
is  a  foolish  figure  of  speech.  Nobody  would 
rather  fight  than  eat."  "She  proved  it.  When 
she  was  in  jail  she  had  to  be  forcibly  fed." — 
Louisville  Courier-Journal. 

"The  Coliseum  at  Rome  is  a  magnificent 
ruin,"  said  the  traveler.  "Yes,"  replied  the 
timorous  citizen ;  "and  I  thought  for  a  while 
that  the  one  in  Chicago  was  going  to  be  in 
the  same  fix." — Washington  Star. 

"Sometimes  I  feel  sure,"  said  Bilkins,  "that 
I  once  sat  on  a  throne  and  waved  a  sceptre." 
"And  now,"  remarked  his  cheery  wife,  "you 
are  going  to  stand  on  the  back  porch  and 
wave  a  rug  beater." — Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"Nature  evens  up  in  the  long  run,"  mor- 
alized the  Old  Fogy.  "Everything  turns  out 
for  the  best."  "I  don't  believe  it,"  returned 
the  Cheerful  Idiot.  "You  never  saw  a  red- 
headed man  who  got  bald." — Cincinnati  En- 
quirer. 

"This  is  the  third  time  you  have  been  here 
for  food,"  said  the  woman  at  the  kitchen 
door  to  the  tramp.  "Are  you  always  out  of 
work?"  "Yes'm,"  replied  the  itinerant.  "I 
guess  I  was  born  under  a  lucky  star." — Yon- 
kers  Statesman. 

"That  careless  Bixby  has  left  his  lawn- 
mower  out  in  the  rain."  "That's  just  one  of 
his  lazy  tricks."  "What  do  you  mean?"  "He 
wants  to  get  it  so  rusty  and  squeaky  that  the 
neighbors  won't  let  him  cut  the  grass." — Cleve- 
land Plain  Dealer. 

"Did  you  ever  tell  that  young  man  that 
late  hours  were  bad  for  one  ?"  asked  the 
father  at  the  breakfast-table.  "Well,  father," 
replied  the  wise  daughter,  "late  hours  may  be 
bad  for  one,  but  they're  all  right  for  two." — 
Yonkers  Statesman. 

Hostess  (after  presenting  fan  to  prise- 
zvinner  at  whist  drive) — Really,  I'm  afraid  it's 
hardly  worth  accepting !  Winner  (appraising 
its  worth) — Oh,  thank  you  so  much;  it's  just 
the  kind  of  fan  I  wanted — one  that  I  shouldn't 
mind  losing. — Punch. 

"It's  useless  to  urge  me  to  marry  you. 
When  I  say  no  I  mean  no."  "Always?" 
"Invariably."  'And  can  nothing  ever  break 
3'our  determination  when  once  you  make  up 
your  mind?"  "Absolutely  nothing."  "Well,  I 
wouldn't  care  to  marry  a  girl  like  that,  any- 
how."— Boston  Transcript. 

"Why  am  I  gloomy?"  demanded  the  un- 
desirable suitor  whom  she  had  heartlessly  ig- 
nored. "Isn't  it  enough  to  make  a  man 
gloomy  to  be  cut  by  the  one  he  loves  best?" 
"The  idea  !"  exclaimed  the  heartless  girl ;  "I 
didn't  even  know  that  you  shaved  yourself." — 
Catholic  Standard  and  Times. 

"Did  you  hear  what  Mamie  has  been  saying 
about  us?"  said  the  young  man.  "Who's  us?" 
the  girl  wanted  to  know,  "Why,  you  and 
me."  "No.  What?"  "Mamie  told  Bill,  and 
Bill  told  Freddie,  and  he  told  the  whole 
bunch."  "Well,  what  is  it?  What  did  Freddie 
say?  What  did  Mamie  tell?"  "Mamie  said 
that  we  were  engaged."  "You  and  her  ?" 
"No!  Me  and  you."  "Mamie  said  that?" 
"Uh-huh!"  "The  darned  knocker!" — Cleve- 
land Plain  Dealer. 

"I  suppose  the  extremely  modest  campaign 
expense  account  you  published  made  a  very 
favorable  impression."  "I  don't  know  about 
that,"  replied  the  candidate.  "Some  of  the 
voters  in  my  state  are  in  the  habit  of  getting 


very  grouchy  toward  an  office-seeker  who  gets 
the  reputation  of  being  a  cheap  man." — Wash- 
ington Star. 

"There    is   a    funny    thing   about   marriage." 
'    have  found  has  been 

■ 

She — ; 

■    :  ■  '         '  ......  ' 

■ 

script. 

"Knowin'  when  to  quit  is  a  mighty  good 
thing,"  said  Uncle  Eben,  "but  knowin'  when 
not  to  start  somethin'  is  still  better." — Wash- 
ington Star. 

Judge — You  say  the  man  died  a  natural 
death  ?  Witness — Yes,  your  honor.  Judge — 
But  I  thought  he  was  shot?  Witness — So  he 
was,  judge.  But  he  was  practicing  on  the 
trombone  at  the  time. — Yonkers  Statesman. 

"He  invented  a  dandy  story  to  tell  his 
wife  when  he  got  home  after  midnight." 
"Good  one,  was  it  ?"  "A  peach ;  it  would 
satisfy  any  woman."  "Did  it  satisfy  her?" 
"It  would  've,  but  he  couldn't  tell  it." — 
Houston  Post. 

Servant — You  want  to  see  Herr  Doktor  ? 
Could  you  come  again  tomorrow?  Patient — 
Why,  isn't  he  in  ?  Servant — Oh,  yes ;  but 
you're  our  first  patient,  and  it's  his  birthday 
tomorrow.  I  should  so  like  it  to  be  a  sur- 
prise for  him. — Fliegende  Blatter. 

"How  are  you  spending  your  vacation  ?" 
"In  an  ideal  way.  I'm  pleased  nearly  all  the 
time."  "That  is  rare.  What  is  your 
method?"  "I  spend  two  days  in  the  country, 
then  I'm  glad  to  get  back  to  the  city.  I  spend 
two  days  in  the  city,  then  I'm  glad  to  get 
back  to  the  country.  It's  a  great  scheme." — 
Washington  Star. 


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THIRTY-SIXTH  YEAR. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  Highways  and  Primaries— The  Third-Party 
Convention — The  Recall  in  Oakland — An  Experience  and 
a  Suggestion — The  Embarrassments  of  a  Historian — Mr. 
Taft's  Candidacy — A  Politician,  and  a  Man — Editorial 
Notes    81-83 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    S3 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn 84 

OLD  FAVORITES  BY  ANDREW  LANG:     "In  the  Reign  of 

the    Emperor   Hwang";    "Pisidice";    "Musette" 84 

THE    RED   HAND    IN   NEW   YORK:     "Flaneur"   Writes   of 

the  Rosenthal  Murder  and  the  Police  System S5 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes     about      Prominent     People     All 

over    the    World 85 

THE   FIRE-FIGHTER:     How   He   Who   Had   No   Cares   Took 

upon  Himself  Those  of  Others.     By  Ida  Alexander 86 

GOOD-BY     TO     STATIONERS'     HALL:     Another     London 

Landmark  Overtaken  by  Oblivion.     By  Henry  C.  Shelley      86 

DAVID  GARRICK  IN  FRANCE:  Frank  A.  Hedgcock  Writes 
of  the  Actor's  Parisian  Friends,  and,  Incidentally,  of 
His    Dramatic    Authorship 87 

THE    LATEST    BOOKS:     Critical    Notes— Briefer    Beviews— 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors 88-89 

ROSTAND  AND  HIS  TEACHER 90 

CURRENT  VERSE:     "The   Burial  of  the  Queen,"   by  Alfred 

Noyes;    "The   Artist,"   by   V.   H.    Friedlander 90 

DRAMA:  "The  Melody  of  Youth."  By  Josephine  Hart 
Phelps. — Bertha  Kalich  at  the  Orpheum.  By  George  L. 
Shoals    91 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 91 

VANITY  FAIR:  The  Governor  of  Mombasa  Recedes  on  the 
Skirt  Question — Photographs  Replaced  by  Statuettes — 
Another  Argument  Against  Vegetarianism — The  Busy 
Mother  and  the  Literary  Out) — Making  Up  the  Record 
of  Virtues — Prince   Troubetskoy's  Wolf  and  the   Waiter      92 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise         9Z 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 93 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts          94 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    95 

THE   ALLEGED   HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs   Ground    Out   by 

the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 96 


Highways  and  Primaries. 

The  Argonaut  has  been  loath  to  credit  rumors 
many  times  reported  to  the  effect  that  the  state  gov- 
ernment at  Sacramento  has  been  "jobbing"  in  the 
matter  of  routing  state  roads  under  the  project 
now  in  the  hands  of  the  highway  commission.  It 
has  been  observed,  of  course,  that  Governor  Johnson 
and  his  crowd  have  been  jobbing  and  trafficking  in  a 
hundred  other  ways,  but  we  had  hoped  that  this  par- 
ticular department  of  public  administration  might  be 
kept  free  from  scandal.  Knowing  the  spirit  and  pur- 
pose of  the  members  of  the  commission,  and  highly 
respecting  them  in  their  individual  character,  we  have 
had  faith  that  here  was  a  department  wherein  judg- 
ment and  honesty  would  be  sustained  in  spirit  and  in 
practice.  We  are  still  unwilling  to  believe  that  the 
members  of  the  highway  commission  have  been  cor- 
rupted. It  is  far  easier  to  believe  that  the  dishonest 
political  trafficking  so  evident  in  other  departments  of 
the  state  government  has  been  applied  to  the  road  de- 


partment under  a  sheer  assumption  and  without  under- 
standing or  cooperation  with  the  highway  commission. 

But  we  are  forced  to  the  conclusion  that  the  powers 
of  the  highway  commission  have  been  used  as  a  re- 
source in  the  game  of  politics,  and  that  this  shameful 
traffic  has  had  its  headquarters  in  the  office  of  Gov- 
ernor Johnson.  The  San  Francisco  Call  is  authority 
for  a  circumstantial  story  which  gives  the  lie  to  Gov- 
ernor Johnson's  heated  denial  that  the  routing  of  the 
state  highway  has  been  delayed  for  political  reasons. 
The  Call's  story  recites  that  in  May  last  one  Albert  H. 
Elliott,  a  Johnson  campaign  worker,  appeared  in  Red- 
ding making  speeches  and  otherwise  promoting  the 
campaign  for  Roosevelt.  Certain  Redding  business 
men,  anxious  to  know  what  route  the  state  highway 
would  take  in  Shasta  County,  urged  Elliott  to  tele- 
graph to  Sacramento  for  information.  Mr.  Elliott  did 
telegraph  to  the  governor's  office,  and  this  was  the 
answer : 

Sacramento,  May  7,  1912. — Albert  H.  Elliott,  Redding — 
Highway  route  still  undetermined.  No  decision  will  be  made 
until   after   primary   election.     McCabe   absent. 

(Signed)     Harriet  Odgers. 

Harriet  Odgers  is  a  stenographer  in  Governor  John- 
son's office.  These  facts  with  the  accompanying  tele- 
gram we  give  on  the  authority  of  the  Call.  The  facts 
tell  their  own  story,  and  it  is  not  a  story  which  sus- 
tains the  high  pretensions  of  Governor  Johnson  or  cor- 
roborates his  denials. 

In  truth  these  facts  can  signify  but  one  thing, 
namely,  that  the  state  administration  has  been  using 
its  authority  to  route  the  state  highway  as  a  pawn  in 
the  dirty  game  of  politics. 


The  Third-Party  Convention. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  speech  before  the  third-party  con- 
vention on  Tuesday  is  some  twenty  thousand  words 
long.  It  ranges  the  fields  of  political,  social,  and 
moral  interest  with  an  evasiveness  which  still  leaves 
a  waiting  world  in  doubt  as  to  what  Mr.  Roose- 
velt's specific  proposals  are  respecting  the  vital  issues 
of  the  time  and  as  to  what  he  would  do  if  he  were 
President.  It  is  definite  only  at  the  points  of  its  appeal 
to  discontent,  to  prejudice,  to  class  interest.  It  is  noth- 
ing more  or  less  than  an  attempt  to  rally  some  elements 
of  the  country  in  a  radical  but  undefined  assault  upon 
other  elements  of  the  country.  In  brief,  it  is  a  despe- 
rate effort  on  the  past  of  a  discredited  and  declining 
man  to  bring  dissatisfied  men  of  many  varieties  of 
sentiment  and  belief  into  a  movement  whose  inspira- 
tions are  those  of  disappointed  vanity  and  hope  of  per- 
sonal revenge.  Mr.  Roosevelt  promised  a  detailed 
statement  of  his  convictions  and  purposes.  But  his 
"confession  of  faith"  is  as  far  as  possible  from  fulfill- 
ment of  the  promise.  The  reason  is  plain  enough. 
Seeking  support  from  men  of  all  opinions,  he  is  careful 
to  say  nothing  to  antagonize  men  of  any  opinion.  And 
so  the  vast  too-much  of  his  discourse  is  made  up  of 
unctuous  generalizations  and  resounding  platitudes,  cal- 
culated like  Uncle  Ephraim's  coon  trap  to  "cotch  'em 
a-comin'  or  a-gwine."  One  who,  whipping  up  his  jaded 
powers  of  endurance,  has  read  this  speech  with  con- 
scientious thoroughness,  must  confess  that  at  the  end 
he  is  still  in  doubt  as  to  what  Mr.  Roosevelt  would  do 
in  relation  to  the  broad  and  essential  policies  of  gov- 
ernment if  the  powers  of  the  presidency  were  again  in 
his  hands. 

Mr.  Roosevelt  exhibits  in  this  extraordinary  utter- 
ance a  singular  confidence  in  the  theory  of  popular 
forgetfulness.  Apparently  he  has  himself  put  aside  all 
recollection  of  his  own  part  in  recent  history  and  counts 
upon  a  similar  aberration  of  memory  on  the  part  of 
those  who  now  hear  him.  He,  the  man  who  "took" 
the  Isthmus,  would  have  the  United  States  "behave 
towards  other  nations  exactly  as  an  honorable  private 
citizen  behaves  towards  other  private  citizens."  He 
who  half  a  dozen  times  side-stepped  opportunities  to 
reform  the  tariff,  sneers  at  those  who  are  earnestly  en- 


deavoring to  do  it,  and  then  with  barefaced  presump- 
tion proposes,  as  if  it  were  his  own,  a  plan  already  well 
advanced  toward  consummation.  He  who  in  his  whole 
career  and  up  to  the  hour  of  his  personal  disappoint- 
ment seven  weeks  ago  has  held  himself  a  devoted  party 
man,  using  party  wherever  it  would  serve  him,  direct- 
ing it  upon  occasion  to  his  own  purposes,  now  decries 
party  as  the  sum  of  iniquities.  He  who  has  again  and 
again  wrung  from  the  great  industrial  trusts  vast  sums 
in  promotion  of  his  own  politics,  and  whose  recent  ope- 
rations have  notoriously  been  financed  by  "big  busi- 
ness," now  presents  himself  as  the  "people's  champion" 
in  opposition  to  cooperative  enterprise.  He  who  draws 
the  resources  of  his  immediate  campaign  from  men 
identified  with  great  financial  operations,  would  lead  a 
movement  to  exercise  "regulatory  control" — whatever 
that  may  mean — over  conditions  that  "create  or  deter- 
mine prices."  He  who  has  never  held  himself  under 
any  limitations  of  constitution  or  laws,  would  now  re- 
store the  government  to  its  original  integrity.  He  who 
alternately  has  been  the  cringing  servant  and  the  arro- 
gant boss  of  bosses,  who  rose  under  the  boss  system, 
who  has  practiced  it  in  its  worst  development,  who  now 
appears  in  the  character  of  a  supreme  and  all-dominant 
party  dictator,  cries  aloud  for  "rule  of  the  people."  In 
conclusion  he  whose  scoffings,  profanations,  and  vul- 
garities foul  the  atmosphere  wherever  he  goes,  stands 
"at  Armageddon"  and  "battles  for  the  Lord."  It  is 
truly  an  extraordinary  performance,  amazing  in  its 
inconsistencies,  disgusting  in  its  conceit,  nauseating  in 
its  affected  pieties. 

Every  circumstance  of  the  convention  at  Chicago  up 
to  the  time  of  this  writing — Wednesday  morning — 
tends  to  illustrate  the  personal  inspiration  behind  it.  It 
is  a  one-ring  show  and  Roosevelt  stands  in  the  centre 
of  it,  booted  and  spurred,  whip  in  hand.  In  unashamed 
subserviency  the  delegates — if  under  all  the  circum- 
stances they  may  be  so  called — wait  upon  the  will  of 
their  dictator.  Whatever  Mr.  Roosevelt  wants  he  can 
have,  whether  in  the  form  of  policies,  procedures,  or 
nominees.  Rule-of-the-people  is  in  practice  reduced  to 
rule  of  Theodore  Roosevelt. 

It  is  not  surprising  that  in  a  convention  thus  inspired 
and  dominated  there  is  not  one  first-class  personality. 
One  seeks  in  vain  for  a  name  carrying  any  reflection  of 
achievement,  dignity,  or  high  character.  No  man  of 
traditional  standing  in  either  of  the  old  parties  is 
present,  nor  any  man  nationally  distinguished  and  re- 
spected as  a  progressive.  Neither  Mr.  La  Follette, 
Mr.  Borah,  Mr.  Cummins,  Mr.  Folk,  nor  any  other 
whom  the  public  has  come  to  regard  as  representative 
of  the  progressive  idea  is  giving  to  this  extraordinary 
convention  the  countenance  of  his  presence  or  his  name. 

As  we  have  already  said,  it  is  a  one-ring  show,  and 
Mr.  Roosevelt  is  "it."  He  is,  all  there  is  of  the 
new  party.  If  he  should  die  or  fall  out,  there 
would  be  nothing  left  of  the  movement  save  an  un- 
savory memory.  Of  course  a  "party"  so  inspired, 
so  limited,  so  barren  of  purposes  and  forces,  has  and 
can  have  no  real  vitality.  It  is  in  fact  no  party  at  all. 
The  movement  is  simply  the  device  of  a  disappoinled 
and  angry  man,  planned  to  defeat  a  party  against  which 
he  has  turned  in  revenge  and  to  humiliate  a  one-time 
friend.  That  these  malevolent  purposes  may  indeed  be 
achieved  seems  not  impossible.  But  with  the  collapse 
of  old  faiths  and  old  associations  the  respect  and  fame 
of  Theodore  Roosevelt  is  surely  involved. 


The  Recall  in  Oakland. 
As  the  result  of  an  active  and  in  some  of  its  aspects 
a  hot  campaign  Mayor  Molt  and  two  associates  in  the 
Oakland  municipal  government  are  to  retain  their 
places.  The  movement  for  "recall"  set  in  motion  by 
a  group  of  social  disturbers  has  collapsed.  Here,  say 
certain  apologists  of  the  recall,  is  a  demonstration  of 
the  value  of  this  device.  Mayor  Molt  was  unworthily 
assailed;  he  has  been  subjected  to  severe  trials;  but  he 
has   come   nut   of   them   accredited   and    strengthened. 


"1 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


ry  fine  when  viewed  only  on  one  side  of  the  can- 
vas. The  other  side  tells  quite  another  story.  For 
here  is  the  case  of  a  worthy  official  challenged  in  the 
midst  of  his  activities  and  compelled  to  give  his  time, 
to  expend  his  energies,  and  to  sacrifice  his  money  in 
sustaining  himself.  True.  Mr.  Mott  has  come  out  of 
the  ordeal  successfully,  and  perhaps  with  augmented 
prestige.  Nevertheless  the  experience  was  disturbing, 
vexatious,  costly.  It  put  upon  a  man  already  making 
sacrifices  for  the  public  an  unnecessary  and  onerous 
experience.  One  of  the  chief  mischiefs  of  the  "recall" 
is  that  it  puts  it  into  the  power  of  any  group  of  mal- 
contents, professional  disturbers,  or  social  iconoclasts 
to  hector  and  annoy  any  man  in  office,  diverting  him 
from  his  duties,  imposing  upon  him  a  campaign  of 
self-defense,  and  incidentally  taxing  him  heavily  to 
maintain  himself  before  the  public.  It  is  inevitable 
that  such  a  system  must  render  it  increasingly  difficult 
to  command  the  service  of  first-class  men  in  connection 
with  public  responsibilities. 


'  An  Experience  and  a  Suggestion. 

At  a  time  when  the  exposition  buildings  at  Seattle 
were  well  under  way  and  when  there  was  need 
of  diligence  for  their  completion,  the  labor  unions 
under  a  familiar  practice  presented  an  ultimatum. 
They  wanted  several  things  and  proposed  to  have  them 
or  knock  off  work  and  let  the  exposition  go  to  smash. 
Mr.  C.  J.  Smith,  a  well-known  citizen  and  one  accus- 
tomed to  administering  large  affairs,  was  the  man  im- 
mediately in  charge  of  the  situation,  with  the  absolute 
backing  of  the  directors  of  the  exposition.  Mr.  Smith 
is  a  resolute  man  with  a  manner  very  definite,  but  with- 
out bluster.  His  remarks  to  the  unionists  were  to  the 
point.  The  funds  for  the  erection  of  these  buildings, 
said  Mr.  Smith,  are  of  two  kinds.  One  element  conies 
through  public  subscription,  and  good  faith  re- 
quires that  this  money  be  spent  to  the  best  practical 
advantage  and  without  favoritism.  Another  element 
comes  through  municipal  and  state  grants  to  which  all 
as  taxpayers  have  contributed.  Xow  under  these  con- 
ditions it  is  impossible  to  discriminate  between  union 
and  non-union  men  if  w7e  wanted  to.  We  can't  do  it 
if  we  would;  we  wouldn't  do  it  if  we  could.  We  will 
either  put  up  these  buildings  under  the  open-shop  prin- 
ciple, apportioning  contracts  and  assigning  employment 
impartially,  or  we  won't  have  any  buildings — or  any 
exposition.  Xow  if  the  labor  unions  of  Seattle  want 
to  take  upon  themselves  the  responsibility  of  defeating 
the  plans  for  an  exposition,  I  shall  be  very  sorry,  but 
I  don't  see  how  I  can  help  it.  That  ended  the  inter- 
view. 

The  next  day  the  unionists  did  not  show  up  at  the 
time  for  beginning  work.  The  following  day  a  few 
unionists  showed  up  and  took  up  their  tools.  At  the 
end  of  the  week  construction  was  going  on  full-handed, 
unionists  and  non-unionists  working  in  harmonious  co- 
operation. One  resolute  man  with  respect  for  public 
obligations  and  with  the  stuff  in  him  to  sustain  them 
at  all  hazards,  had  won  as  against  selfishness,  arro- 
gance, and  the   spirit  of  privilege. 

The  point  of  this  narration  lies  in  the  application 
thereof.  San  Francisco  is  soon  to  begin  the  erection 
of  exposition  buildings.  The  situation  and  moral  ob- 
ligations are  precisely  what  Seattle's  were.  The  money 
provided  for  the  work  comes  largely,  in  fact  chiefly, 
through  taxation.  In  equity  and  honor  the  managers 
of  our  exposition  can  not,  if  they  would,  discriminate 
between  union  labor  and  free  labor  in  the  awarding  of 
contracts  and  employment.  To  do  so  will  be  to  shame 
and  scandalize  the  whole  enterprise. 

In  the  meantime,  having  invited  bids  for  a  fence  to 
surround  the  exposition  grounds — and  having  gotten 
them — it  is  the  duty  of  the  exposition  managers  to 
award  the  contract  to  the  lowest  responsible  bidder, 
whether  it  pleases  Patrick  McCarthy  or  not. 


The  Embarrassments  of  an  Historian. 

The  editor  of  the  Hungarian  newspaper,  the  America 
Magar  Nepshava,  printed  in  Xew  York,  finds  the  fol- 
lowing paragraph  in  Professor  Wilson's  "History  of 
the  American  People,"  with  respect  to  the  immigration 
of  two  decades  ago: 

But  now  there  came  multitudes  of  men  of  the  lowest  class 
from  the  south  of  Italy  and  men  of  the  meaner  sort  out  of 
Hungary  and  Poland,  men  out  of  the  ranks  where  there  was 
neither  ski'.l.  nor  energy,  nor  any  initiative  of  quick  intelli- 
gence; and  rliey  came  in  numbers  which  increased  from  year 
to  year,  as  if  the  countries  of  the  south  of  Europe  were  dis- 
burdening tremselves  of  the  more  sordid  and  hapless  elements 
of  their  p  pulation,  the  men  whose  standards  of  life  and 
work-  were  tch  as  American  workmen  had  never  dreamed  of 
.    .   The   unlikely    fellows    who   came     in     at     the 


Eastern  ports  were  tolerated  because  they  usurped  no   place 
but  the  very  lowest  in  the  scale  of  labor. 

Thinking  that  Professor  Wilson  might  be  able  to  ex- 
plain these  statements  or  perhaps  retract  them,  the 
editor  called  last  week  at  the  Professor's  summer  resi- 
dence at  Seagirt.  Sad  to  tell,  the  Professor  was  not  at 
home.  Another  delver  in  the  "History  of  the  Ameri- 
can People"  has  brought  to  light  this  paragraph  from 
the  same  book: 

The  people  of  the  Pacific  Coast  had  clamored  these  many 
years  against  the  admission  of  immigrants  out  of  China,  and 
in  May,  1S92,  got  at  last  what  they  wanted,  a  Federal  statute 
which  practically  excluded  from  the  United  States  all  Chinese 
who  had  not  already  acquired  the  right  of  residence,  and  yet 
the  Chinese  were  more  to  be  desired,  as  workmen  if  not  as 
citizens,  than  most  of  the  coarse  crew  that  came  crowding  in 
every  year  at  the  Eastern  ports. 

Verily  your  scholar  in  politics  has  a  rocky  road  to 
travel.  . 

Mr.  Taft's  Candidacy. 

The  notification  ceremonial  at  the  White  House  last 
week  was  marked  by  two  notable  expressions.  First 
there  was  the  positive  statement  of  Senator  Root  in 
justification  of  the  procedures  at  Chicago.  Addressing 
the  President,  Mr.  Root  said:  "Your  title  to  the  nomi- 
nation is  as  clear  and  unimpeachable  as  the  title  of  any 
candidate  since  political  conventions  began."  The  value 
of  this  utterance  relates  both  to  the  character  of  its 
author  and  to  the  circumstances  which  justify  judg- 
ment on  his  part.  Xo  man  in  the  country  is  so  well 
qualified  as  Mr.  Root  to  speak  authoritatively  with 
respect  to  the  "stop  thief"  cry  of  the  Roosevelt  faction. 
As  a  lawyer,  as  a  man  entitled  by  eminent  service  to 
high  consideration,  as  a  man  familiar  with  the  facts  at 
first  hand,  as  one  accustomed  to  differentiate  fact  and 
judgment  from  sentiment  and  prejudice,  Mr.  Root  is 
entitled  to  be  heard  with  respect.  There  is  both  intel- 
lectual and  moral  emphasis  in  his  assurance  to  the 
President,  likewise  to  the  further  declaration  that  the 
contests  at  Chicago  were  decided  "honestly  and  in  good 
faith,"  and  "in  accordance  with  long-standing  and  un- 
questioned rules  of  law  governing  the  party." 

Mr.  Taft's  remarks  implied  an  absolutely  sound  esti- 
mate of  political  conditions  as  defined  on  the  one  hand 
by  the  radicalism  of  the  Democratic  candidate  and  by 
the  radicalism  combined  with  personalism  of  the  third- 
term  candidate.  Mr.  Taft  is  right  in  designating  as 
the  supreme  issue  of  the  campaign  the  preservation  of 
the  Constitution  and  the  maintenance  of  our  tradi- 
tional institutions.  This  expression,  positive  as  it  is, 
does  not  go  beyond  the  truth.  For  the  Constitution  is 
in  danger  when  there  is  an  aspirant  for  the  presidency 
who  boldly  preaches  contempt  for  the  restraints  of  law, 
and  our  institutions  are  truly  in  hazard  when  there  is 
rivalry  between  candidates  to  which  shall  outdo  the 
other  in  making  concessions  to  the  presumed  popular 
prejudice  of  the  time  and  in  fundamental  disregard  of 
principles  elemental  in  the  structure  of  representative 
government. 

In  the  campaign  just  now  opening  it  is  plain  that 
upon  Mr.  Taft's  candidacy  rests  the  integrity  of  gov- 
ernment as  it  has  come  down  to  us  from  the  founders 
of  the  republic.  Mr.  Wilson,  the  Democratic  candi- 
date, would  subvert  it  by  altering  the  character  of  the 
system.  Individually  a  man  of  conservative  standards, 
he  has  in  the  interest  of  ambition  so  far  made  conces- 
sion to  the  mood  of  the  time  as  to  accept  candidacy  at 
the  hands  of  innovators  willing  to  yield  anything  for 
immediate  success.  Mr.  Roosevelt's  position  is  even 
less  understandable  and  less  worthy.  His  desire  to  be 
President  combined  with  his  malicious  hatred  of  Mr. 
Taft  has  led  him  into  a  movement  radically  at  odds 
with  our  system,  or  of  any  system  excepting  that  of 
direct  personal  domination  in  governmental  affairs. 

Well  may  Mr.  Taft  assert  that  "the  ultimate  analysis 
*  *  *  means  socialism."  And  well  may  he  appeal  to 
Democrats  as  well  as  to  Republicans  to  "join  in  an 
earnest  effort  to  avert  the  *  *  *  revolution  *  *  * 
which  Republican  defeat  would  bring  about." 

Wisely,  too,  the  President  invited  attention  to  the 
dangers  which  lie  in  the  path  of  tariff  proposals  now 
before  the  country.  Without  saying  anything  new,  he 
touched  effectively  upon  considerations  of  utmost  im- 
portance, in  insisting  upon  a  scientific  revision  of  the 
tariff  as  distinct  from  ignorant  and  reckless  proposals 
urged  for  political  motives  and  in  disregard  of  effects 
certain  to  end  now  as  before  in  paralysis  of  enterprise 
and  universal  hard  times. 

In  these  phases  of  his  remarks  last  week  President 
Taft  has  fairly  seized  upon  and  presented  the  lines  of 
his    campaign   for   a   second   term    in   the   presidential 


office.  He  will  stand  for  representative  government  as 
devised  by  the  fathers  of  the  republic.  He  will  oppose 
innovations  presented  in  the  name  of  progress,  but 
tending  in  their  ultimate  application  to  lead  back  to 
arbitrary,  possibly  to  a  despotic,  system.  He  will  stand 
for  a  tariff  scheme  devised  not  more  for  the  develop- 
ment of  revenue  than  to  sustain  essential  lines  of  in- 
dustry and  production,  likewise  to  sustain  American  in- 
dustry upon  a  plane  of  efficiency,  respectability,  and 
independence.  , 

A  Politician — and  a  Man. 

Mr.  Willis  Duniway  of  Oregon  is  enough  of  a  prac- 
tical politician  to  have  been  now  for  many  years  promi- 
nent and  successful  in  the  political  life  of  his  state. 
He  has  been  twice  elected  state  printer,  once  under 
the  old  convention  system  and  again  under  the  Rule- 
of-the-People  regime,  and  he  is  widely  regarded  as 
being  in  line  for  the  governorship. 

Now  your  average  man  and  politician  with  official 
dignities  in  hand,  and  with  an  eye  to  larger  of- 
ficial dignities  in  the  future,  would  be  devoting  himself, 
not  to  a  study  of  principles,  but  to  a  careful  balancing 
of  expedients.  He  would  be  trying  to  ingratiate,  to 
conciliate,  to  cajole,  to  organize  in  pursuit  of  his 
personal  interests  and  ambitions.  The  very  last 
thought  to  enter  his  mind  would  be  that  of  essential 
and  abiding  principles;  and  if  such  thought  did  come 
to  him  he  would  put  it  aside  as  Utopian,  impracticable, 
idealistic.  In  other  words,  your  average  man  in  poli- 
tics would  put  his  own  interest  first  and  leave  the  pub- 
lic interest  to  live  or  perish  under  whatever  chance  it 
might. 

But  Mr.  Duniway  is  evidently  not  an  average  poli- 
tician. For  we  find  him  meeting  improper  demands 
upon  the  state  with  spirited  resistance.  It  appears  that 
the  Typographical  Union  in  Oregon  has  devised  a  spe- 
cial scheme  for  the  state  printing  office.  First,  this 
scheme  eliminates  non-union  men.  Second,  it  seeks  to 
enforce  an  elaborate  schedule  of  "piece-work,"  "time- 
work,"  etc.,  designed  to  make  work  in  the  state  office 
yield  vastly  larger  returns  than  similar  work  elsewhere. 
Briefly,  it  is  a  demand  for  monopoly  of  work  in  the 
state  printing  office  at  special  and  inflated  rates  of  pay. 
If  Mr.  Duniway  were  a  "prudent"  man  under  the 
standards  of  your  political  trimmer,  he  would  quietly 
yield.  He  would  gulp  his  principles,  gulp  his  embar- 
rassments, gulp  everything  tending  to  friction  be- 
tween himself  and  the  labor  unions.  He  would,  after 
the  manner  of  Governor  Johnson  and  his  associates 
in  the  state  government  at  Sacramento,  yield  every- 
thing in  the  interest  of  his  politics. 

But  Mr.  Duniway  yields  nothing.  He  rejects  the 
principle  of  the  closed  shop  as  a  proposition  binding  the 
state  to  compliance  with  "laws  now  in  force  or  here- 
after to  be  enacted  by  a  private  association."  He  goes 
further  to  denounce  the  proposal  of  the  Typographical 
Union  as  socialistic,  tyrannical,  dishonest.  The  safe- 
guard of  the  state,  he  says,  against  the  encroach- 
ments of  selfishly  organized  labor  is  the  principle  of 
the  open  shop.  To  establish  the  closed  shop,  he  de- 
clares, would  be  to  turn  the  state  printing  department 
over  to  unrestrained  exploitation. 

This  is  truly  refreshing.  We  had  begun  to  fear 
that  the  old  breed  of  self-respecting,  unintimidated, 
loyal,  honest  public  servants  had  died  out.  But  here 
is  a  man — a  politician,  too,  already  in  office  and  in  the 
way  of  future  promotion — who  champions  the  public 
interest  with  intelligence,  courage,  and  discretion.  The 
Argonaut's  compliments  to  Mr.  Duniway,  state  printer 
of  Oregon !  Would  there  were  more  of  his  kind  in 
the  public  life  of  the  country ! 


Editorial  Notes. 
Revival  of  the  English  comic  operas  of  a  generation 
ago,  upon  a  systematic  and  artistic  plan,  has  proved  a 
success  both  in  Xew  York  and  San  Francisco.  Public 
judgment,  measured  both  by  critical  expression  and 
box-office  returns,  accords  high  approval  to  these  fa- 
vorites of  another  day.  Public  taste  in  such  matters, 
feared  by  many  to  have  been  hopelessly  debauched 
through  the  degeneracies  of  "rag-time"  and  the  ex- 
travagances of  "musical  comedy,"  exhibits  itself  in  a 
form  as  spontaneous  and  wholesome  as  ever.  Xow 
why  not  a  revival  of  the  plays  of  a  generation  ago — 
of  the  period  of  Daly's  and  the  Lyceum  and  contempo- 
rary schools  of  acting?  That  the  public  would  wel- 
come and  support  clean  and  wholesome  comedies  of 
the  "Love-on-Crutches"  type  there  can  be  no  doubt.  A 
revival  of  this  sort  would  be  a  gratifying  change  from 
the  monotony  of  mediocrity  which  has  held  the  boards 


August  10,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


S3 


since  "the  amusement  trade"  got  possession  of  our 
theatres  and  dictated  the  conditions  of  their  operation. 
We  suspect  that  the  chief  difficulty  would  he  in  the 
matter  of  actors.  Daly's,  the  Lyceum,  and  other  simi- 
lar institutions  a  generation  ago  were  the  hest  possihle 
schools  of  acting.  By  their  associations  and  atmos- 
phere they  drew  in  good  material  and  worked  it  up 
into  an  admirable  product  of  men  and  women  capable 
at  all  points  in  the  dramatic  profession.  But  the  pres- 
ent organization  of  the  American  stage  affords  no  such 
tutelage.  There  is  small  variety  in  the  plays  presented 
these  past  dozen  years,  with  practically  no  opportunity 
for  talent  or  for  the  acquisition  on  the  part  of  actors 
of  that  all-round  mastery'  of  dramatic  art  which  char- 
acterized other  days.  Each  of  the  plays  of  the  day 
commonly  centres  about  one  "star"  and  a  "funny  man"; 
and  the  former  is  quite  as  likely  to  be  chosen  for 
charms  of  face  and  figure  and  as  a  clothes-block  as 
for  any  other  reason.  Elsie  Janis  and  Billie  Burke 
types  of  untutored  and  incapable  beauty,  today  fill  lead- 
ing roles,  not  indeed  the  same  as  those  filled  by  Ada 
Rehan  and  Georgie  Cayvan,  but  in  substitution  for 
them.  The  plays  of  the  day,  the  dramatic  practice  of 
the  day,  the  stage  management  of  the  day,  unhappily 
does  not  tend  to  the  careful  selection  or  to  the  finishing 
of  first-class  dramatic  talent.  Indeed  with  exceptions 
so  few  that  they  may  be  reckoned  on  the  fingers  of  a 
single  hand,  there  are  no  strictly  first-class  actors  in 
this  country,  barring  the  still  active  left-overs  who 
came  up  through  the  selection  and  discipline  of  another 
era.  If  there  should  be  an  effort  to  "revive"  say  the 
Daly  comedies  after  a  systematic  and  artistic  plan,  as 
has  been  the  case  with  the  English  light  operas,  the 
chief  difficulty — probably  one  not  possible  to  overcome 
— would  be  at  the  point  of  finding  capable  artists  to  fill 
roles  identified  in  the  public  mind  with  names  and  per- 
sonalities of  fond  and  charming  memory. 


Those  who  are  urging  the  Senate  to  define  the  Mon- 
roe Doctrine  in  precise  terms  can  hardly  be  aware 
that  not  to  do  this  particular  thing  has  been  one 
of  the  few  continuing  policies  of  our  government 
now  for  nearly  a  century.  The  Monroe  Doctrine  is  a 
species  of  diplomatic  stuffed-club  which  has  served  us 
in  more  than  one  emergency,  and  it  may  continue 
to  serve  provided  we  shall  have  the  wit  to  hold  it  in 
a  somewhat  nebulous  and  vague  form.  But  the  mo- 
ment we  commit  the  error  of  making  the  Monroe  Doc- 
trine a  definite  thing  its  value  as  a  diplomatic  device 
will  be  lost.  In  diplomacy  it  is  always  well  to  have 
somewhere  an  indefinite  quantity  to  play  the  part  of 
the  mythical  "mine  broder"  of  the  hand-me-down 
clothes  shop.  For  as  a  matter  of  fact  the  Monroe  Doc- 
trine in  anything  like  the  breadth  and  scope  popularly 
attributed  to  it  is  an  impracticability.  We  could  havt 
no  right  upon  any  possible  theory  to  interfere  in  mat- 
ters affecting  South  America  and  we  should  make  our- 
selves ridiculous  in  attempting  to  do  it.  To  enforce  the 
Monroe  Doctrine  as  related  to  Chile,  Peru,  the  Argen- 
tine, or  Brazil  would  call  for  ten  times  our  existing 
naval  armament  and  as  many  times  our  present  mili- 
tary establishment.  Suppose  Germany  should  arrange 
with  Brazil  or  the  Argentine  republic  for  a  slice  of 
territory,  would  it  be  any  concern  of  ours?  Would  we 
have  the  right  to  protest  against  it  to  the  extent  of 
going  to  war?  Could  we  make  successful  war  in  the 
South  Atlantic  as  against  Germany?  These  questions, 
we  think,  can  hardly  be  answered  in  terms  conforming 
with  traditional  ideas  respecting  the  Monroe  Doctrine. 
The  truth  is  that  the  Monroe  Doctrine  as  interpreted 
by  our  national  vanity  is  absurd  in  its  pretensions,  im- 
practicable of  enforcement.  Common  consent  of  the 
world,  we  think,  will  concede  certain  rights  as  related 
to  the  regions  between  our  southern  boundary  and  the 
Isthmian  Canal.  But  there — at  a  point  not  very  far 
beyond  the  Canal  Zone — the  Monroe  Doctrine  must, 
first  or  last,  come  to  a  halt. 


We  are  glad  to  commend  Mayor  Rolph  for  laying 
down  the  law  to  the  members  of  the  board  of  public 
works  and  the  superintendents  of  streets,  for  open  and 
barefaced  delinquencies.  True,  the  mayor's  injunc- 
tions should  have  come  earlier,  but  they  are  better 
to  have  come  late  than  not  at  all.  Of  course  a  mere 
outburst  on  the  part  of  the  mayor  will  not  rebuild  or 
c'ean  the  streets.  Having  now  spoken  his  mind  and 
threatened  dire  things  if  the  streets  are  not  promptly 
put  in  order,  the  mayor  will  do  well  to  set  a  watch  upon 
performance.  What  San  Francisco  wants  is  not  so 
much  a  shake-up  with  respect  to  street-repairing  and 
cleaning  as  streets  repaired  and  cleaned.     We  trust  the 


mayor's  indignation  will  be  sufficiently  sustained  to 
carry  through  a  work  for  which  the  public  is  eagerly 
waiting.  

Eulogists  who  assign  to  the  late  Mikado  a  direct- 
ing part  in  the  progressive  movement  in  Japan  during 
the  period  of  his  reign  have  but  an  imperfect  con- 
ception of  men  and  things  in  the  island  realm.  The 
function  of  the  Mikado  or  emperor  in  the  Japanese 
system  is  that  of  a  rallying  point  for  religion  and 
patriotism.  Theoretically  the  powers  of  government 
are  under  the  Mikado's  hand.  In  practice  he  has 
something  to  do  with  them.  But  the  real  rulers 
of  Japan  are  the  men  of  active  affairs,  the  men 
at  the  head  of  her  industrial,  educational,  her  finan- 
cial and  her  diplomatic  life.  The  great  merit  of  the 
dead  Mikado  was  that  he  recognized  the  spirit  of 
the  times,  yielded  to  it,  and  so  gave  to  the  move- 
ment for  progress  the  sanction  and  justification  of  his 
high  spiritual  and  political  rank.  A  man  of  less  intel- 
ligence, of  less  liberality,  might  have  embarrassed  and 
delayed  the  movement  which  has  brought  Japan  into  the 
family  of  the  nations.  Very  fortunate,  therefore,  it  has 
been  for  progress  that  one  so  wise,  so  poised,  so  imbued 
with  the  spirit  of  concession  as  Mutsuhito  has  sat  on 
the  throne  of  Japan  this  forty-two  years  and  more. 


That  the  city  of  New  York  is  and  has  been  "police- 
ridden"  for  a  dozen  years  or  more  has  been  a  matter 
of  common  knowledge.  It  has  been  demonstrated  half 
a  dozen  times  in  periodic  "exposures,"  and  it  has  like- 
wise been  unpleasantly  evident  to  anybody  who  has 
ever  walked  down  a  public  street  in  the  metropolis. 
The  New  York  police,  in  a  manner  not  wholly  dis- 
similar from  that  of  the  Italian  Camorra,  has  used 
its  powers  quite  as  much  for  its  own  behoof  as  for  the 
maintenance  of  public  order.  The  Rosenthal  murder 
is  a  logical  product  of  the  "system,"  for  Rosenthal, 
after  long  cooperation  with  the  police  in  the  business 
of  corruption,  had  turned  against  the  system.  He  had, 
under  the  necessities  of  the  game,  to  be  silenced.  And 
the  way  in  which  he  was  silenced  was  merely  the  appli- 
cation to  a  conspicuous  man  of  means  regularly  em- 
ployed in  less  notable  cases.  Now  that  public  feeling 
has  been  aroused,  there  will  be  a  tremendous  shake-up 
in  the  police  department,  but  it  is  not  likely  to  last 
for  long.  The  same  men,  the  same  passions,  the  same 
laxity  at  the  head  of  affairs,  will  in  a  brief  time  yield 
the  same  product.  New  York  will  not  reform  her 
police  in  any  radical  or  permanent  way  while  the  aver- 
age New  Yorker  prefers  a  ready-money  prosperity  to 
the  maintenance  of  moral  conditions.  Incidentally  the 
corruption  and  criminality  of  the  New  York  police, 
startlingly  illustrated  in  the  murder  of  Rosenthal,  ex- 
hibit the  danger  of  bestowing  overmuch  and  unregu- 
lated powers  upon  anybody.  Such  powers  lead  in- 
evitably to  extravagance,  promote  a  gross  selfishness, 
and  ultimately  end  in  tyranny  large  or  small. 


It  will  be  remembered  that  a  ballot  complication  in 
the  Massachusetts  primaries  gave  the  election  to  cer- 
tain Roosevelt  candidates,  at  the  same  time  putting 
them  under  a  moral  obligation  to  vote  for  Mr.  Taft. 
Mr.  Roosevelt  was  prompt  to  adjudge  the  situation 
fairly  and  the  letter  in  which  he  declared  "I  shall  ex- 
pect you  to  vote  for  Mr.  Taft"  is  well  remembered. 
However,  the  delegates  themselves  chose  to  disregard 
alike  the  moral  obligation  and  the  Colonel's  instruction 
to  vote  for  Taft.  In  the  convention  at  Chicago  they 
stood  firmly  for  the  Roosevelt  cause  and  in  the  final 
ballot  were  among  those  who  though  present  declined 
to  vote.  Thereupon  their  alternates  were  called  upon 
to  vote  in  their  stead  and  did  so  vote.  It  is  with  re- 
spect to  this  incident  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  makes  a  spe- 
cial indictment  under  the  general  charge  that  he  was 
cheated  out  of  the  nomination  at  Chicago.  Referring 
to  these  Massachusetts  votes,  he  says  in  the  Outlook: 
"These  votes  were  counted  only  by  the  extraordinary 
ruling  of  Chairman  Root  that  when  a  delegate  answers 
'present  and  not  voting'  his  alternate  shall  he  called 
to  vote.  *  *  *  They  swapped  the  electoral  vote  of 
Massachusetts  for  two  stolen  delegates.  I  think  it  was 
about  as  expensive  a  bit  of  sharp  practice  as  I  ever 
saw  indulged  in."  This  is  characteristic  of  the 
Colonel's  highly  moral  methods.  First  he  declares  that 
the  regular  delegates  are  morally  bound  to  vote  for 
Taft  and  that  he  expects  them  to  do  it.  Then  when 
they  decline  to  vote  at  all  and  when  their  alternates 
vote  for  Taft,  as  they  were  bound  to  do,  he  cries  "stop 
thief."  Consistency  of  any  kind  or  in  respect  to  any- 
thing is  not  among  the  Colonel's  virtues. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


The  Steam-Roller  in  1908. 

In       1'IIS.      wllCtl      Mr.     Taft      H  i "is      tiliik      in  .nn  mil  i  .1.      (Inn       v.  ..  i  c      00 

"steam-roller"  methods,   as   far  .1-   I   know,  and  if  anything  dishonest 

nr  improper  was  done   in   the  effort    to  1 inatc  him   it   was  without 

my  knowledge,  and  if  ii  had  been  brought  to  my  attention  and  I 
had  any  power  in  the  matter  1  would  have  interfered  with  ii-  tfr. 
Roosevelt    in    tin-    Outlook. 

Mr.  Roosevelt  absolutely  dominated  the  Republican  Na- 
tional Committee  at  the  convention  of  19US.  when  he  forced 
the  nomination  of  Mr.  Taft  upon  the  Republican  party.  The 
candidates  opposed  to  the  Rooseve'.t-Taft  combination  con- 
tested 219  seats  in  the  convention  and  the  Roosevelt  national 
committee  gave  them  just  three.  Frank  Hitchcock,  then  a 
member  of  the  Roosevelt  administration,  managed  the  con- 
tests for  the  Roosevelt-Taft  side  and  he  was  in  constant 
communication  with  the  White  House,  Hitchcock's  unbend- 
ing insistence  upon  taking  everything  in  sight  in  the  shape  of 
delegates,  in  behalf  of  Taft,  furnished  the  occasion  for  the 
first  political  use  of  the  expression,  "steam-roller."  It  is 
droll,  indeed,  that  the  expression  should  have  been  given  cur- 
rency originally  in  a  convention  controlled  by  the  present  cru- 
sader for  social  justice — and  a  third  term. — Springfield  Re- 
publican.   

A  "Cruel  Disillusion." 
Moreover,  I  had  opportunity  in  several  states  to  talk  witli 
men  who  went  to  Chicago  with  an  idealized  Sir  Galahad  in 
their  minds  as  to  the  third-term  candidate,  but  who  came 
home  sadder  and  wiser  men,  and  in  some  cases  not  only  that, 
but  angry,  because  they  felt  that  their  moral  aspirations  had 
been  capitalized  by  a  politician  who  was  clearly  not  seeking 
anybody's  good  in  particular,  but  endeavoring  to  utilize  the 
moral  hopes  of  a  vast  number  of  people  for  his  own  selfish 
ends.  One  such  gentleman,  a  college  man  and  a  person  of 
considerable  consequence  in  his  neighborhood,  said  to  me, 
"My  actual  contact  with  Roosevelt  was  one  of  the  crudest 
disillusions  of  my  entire  lite.  In  the  entire  period  of  my 
stay  in  Chicago  I  did  not  hear  or  see  a  thing  in  connection 
with  the  Roosevelt  campaign  which  did  not  disgust  me  and 
make  me  ashamed  that  I  had  had  anything  to  do  with  it. 
I  had  spent  time  and  money  in  what  I  believed  and  still  do 
believe  to  be  a  great  moral-political  awakening,  only  to  find 
at  Chicago  that  the  more  admirable  characters  in  the  contest 
there  were  not  with  us,  but  against  us ;  that  my  efforts  had 
been  spent  for  a  vain  bluffer  whom  I  should  have  been 
ashamed  to  have  my  son  see  as  a  representative  man  of  the 
nation." — Rev.   Dr.  A.   A.   Bcrle    in   Boston    Transcript. 


Hiram,  "  Cunning  to  All  Works  in  Brass." 
Why  talk  about  Parker  or  any  other  Southern  man   for  dis- 
tinction,   or    destruction,    when    there    is    Hiram    Johnson    of 
California,    the    very    apple    of   the    Progressive    eye,    a    noble 
man  with  a  most  suggestive  baptismal  name. 

It  is  told  in  the  First  Eook  of  Kings  about  how  the  first 
Solomon,  after  he  had  finished  practically  the  building  of 
the  Temple,  "sent  and  fetched  Hiram  out  of  Tyre,"  to  put 
the  finishing  touches  on  the  grand  edifice  upon  which  he  had 
employed  all  his  artisans  and  all  the  gifts  of  the  builders 
among  his  people,  and  Hiram  "was  filled  with  wisdom,  and 
understanding,  and  cunning  to  work  all  works  in  brass,"  and 
"he  came  to  Solomon,  and  wrought  all  his  work."  He  set 
up  the  pillars  in  the  porch  of  the  Temple,  "made  a  molten 
sea,"  standing  it  upon  twelve  oxen.  He  erected  ten  bases 
of  brass  with  borders  between  ledges  and  between  the  ledges 
also  he  placed  lions  and  oxen  and  cherubim,  and  a  chariot 
with  wheels  and  axle-trees  and  felloes  and  spokes,  and  here 
or  hereabout  he  engraved  more  lions  and  cherubim  and  palm 
trees,  and  made  also  lavers  and  shovels  and  basins.  "So 
Hiram  made  an  end  of  doing  all  the  work  that  he  had  made 
for    King   Solomon." 

Verily,  here  we  have,  in  a  sense,  history  repeating  itself, 
and  behold  when  there  is  a  second  Solomon  there  is  also 
within  ready  reach  a  Hiram,  a  skillful  worker  in  brass  even 
as  his  prototype,  and  if  our  Solomon  shall  have  his  way,  and 
he  generally  does,  our  own  Hiram  will  be  sent  and  fetched 
out  of  Tyre  to  make  an  end  of  doing  the  work  of  the  king 
wdio  has  designs  upon  his  people.  It  is  idle  to  think  of 
naming  a  Democrat,  and  a  Southern  Democrat  at  that,  for  the 
second  place  on  the  Bull  Moose  ticket,  or  any  other  man  who 
is  not  wholly  committed  to  the. holy  cause.  There  is  one 
man  and  one  man  only  who  is  fitted  to  play  second  fiddle  to 
the  king  in  this  contest  against  all  the  Gentiles,  and  his 
name,  strange  to  say.  is  Hiram,  son  of  John,  and  he  comes 
from  Tyre,  and  he  is  gifted  even  as  the  first  of  the  name  was 
gifted  with  "cunning  to  work  all  works  in  brass." — New  York 
Times,  August  2. 

n*m 

Some  experiences  of  the  first  days  of  school-teaching 
in  the  Philippines  are  described  by  Alice  M.  Kelly  in 
the  Manila  Times.  She  went  among  the  Igorots  in 
November,  1901,  so  that  she  can  really  be  considered 
a  veteran.  The  natives  were  frightened  at  the  sight 
of  an  American  woman,  and  not  even  prized  dainties 
like  sardines  could  bring  them  to  her.  They  spoke  no 
English  or  Spanish,  and  she  had  not  a  word  of  Igorot. 
But  she  resolved  to  break  this  silence,  and  catching 
one  old  man  who  could  not  run  she  repeated  over  and 
over  again,  "Good-morning,  Mrs.  Kelly,"  till  at  last,  to 
escape,  he  repeated  the  words  after  her.  Not  long 
after  she  heard  that  Americans  were  being  greeted, 
regardless  of  sex,  with  a  cheery  "Good-morning.  Mrs. 
Kelly."  And.  oddest  of  all.  in  a  court-room  several 
Igorots  solemnly  walked  up  to  the  judges'  bench  and 
bowing  deeply,  said.  "Good-morning,  Mrs.  Kelly,"  evi- 
dently well  satisfied  that  they  had  done  the  correct 
thing.  The  school  which  Mrs.  Kelly  founded  has  be- 
come the  Bua  School. 

The  rise  in  the  price  of  leather,  attributed  in  such 
large  part  to  the  development  of  the  automobile  indus- 
try, means  dearer  shoes  for  everybody  and  inferior 
shoes  for  the  poorer  people.  But  the  actual  decrease 
in  the  number  of  cattle  in  the  United  States  since  1900 
is  an  important  factor  in  leather  prices.  The  Federal 
census  of  1910  reported  61,803,866  cattle  in  this  coun- 
try, or  8.7  per  cent  less  than  in  1900.  Shoes  are  ;_■■ 
up  all  over  the  world,  because  hides  are  nut  as  plenty 
as  they  used  to  be  with  a  smaller  population. 
«■■  

Between  Potosi  and  Rio  Mulato.  Bolivia,  the  new 
railroad  reaches  an  altitude  of  about  16.000  feci  at  one 
point.  This  is  claimed  to  be  the  greatest  height  ever 
attained  by  rail.  The  road  was  surveyed,  planned,  and 
built  by  American  engineers  and  contractors,  and  is 
considered  a  marvelous  piece  of  engineering  and  con- 
struction. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


We  are  so  used  to  the  theory  that  the  Southern  European 
immigrant  was  born  in  sin  and  reared  in  iniquity  that  we 
receive  a  contrary  view  with  some  suspicion.  But,  after  all, 
this  is  a  matter  of  statistics,  and  Mr.  Sulzberger  of  New 
York  tells  the  Cleveland  conference  of  charities  and  correc- 
tion that  the  statistics  are  on  the  side  of  the  Southern  Euro- 
pean as  compared  with  his  northern  competitor.  He  is  not 
so  addicted  to  drink,  and  his  record  in  the  lunatic  asylum 
and  the  prison  is  a  better  one.  This,  of  course,  is  good 
news,  and  we  shall  try  to  overcome  our  disinclination  to  be- 
lieve anything  that  is  proved  by  figures.  But  we  should  like 
to  hear  what  other  experts  have  to  say  about  the  matter.  It 
may  be  that  the  misdemeanors  of  the  Southern  European 
are  not  more  numerous,  but  that  they  are  more  objectionable, 
because  more  unlike  our  own.  The  vengeances  of  the  secret 
society  and  crimes  by  dynamite  and  the  knife  impress  the 
imagination  where  the  more  familiar  kind  of  misdeed  passes 
unnoticed.  

The  traveling  American  is  always  expected  to  look  with 
awe  at  the  Castle  of  Spandau,  where  Germany  is  supposed  to 
keep  the  money  in  hard  cash  that  she  will  need  in  her  next 
great  war.  As  a  matter  of  fact  the  money  in  the  Castle  of 
Spandau  would  make  a  fair  day's  earnings  in  Wall  Street, 
but  it  would  melt  like  a  snowball  in  perdition  before  the 
needs  of  a  war.  The  total  sum  is  $30,000,000,  and  it  repre- 
sents the  last  payment  of  the  French  indemnity.  Moreover, 
it  is  not  intended  for  a  direct  warlike  expenditure,  but  to 
strengthen  the  banks  and  ward  off  a  financial  panic  in  the 
event  of  trouble.  But  even  for  that  purpose  the  sum  seems 
small.  Perhaps  the  Castle  of  Spandau  is  intended  to  appeal 
to  the  mortal  mind  of  the  unreflecting  Teuton  and  to  induce 
in  him  that  sense  of  security  sometimes  mistaken  for  patriotism. 


The  difficult  question  of  whether  or  not  it  is  high  treason 
to  turn  a  bust  of  the  German  emperor  with  its  face  to  the 
wall  has  been  settled  by  the  sentence  of  four  months'  im- 
prisonment passed  upon  Herr  Schatz  of  Saargemund.  And 
yet  the  luckless  Schatz  may  plead  that  he  had  a  certain 
warrant  for  his  rash  act.  It  may  be  remembered  that  the 
people  of  Alsace  have  recently  been  giving  some  trouble 
and  the  emperor  shook  his  mailed  fist  at  them,  metaphorically 
speaking,  and  said  that  Alsace  might  find  itself  incorporated 
with  Prussia  unless  it  learned  to  behave  itself.  Prussians 
themselves,  by  the  way,  resented  the  implication  that  their 
kingdom  was  a  penal  establishment,  but  that  is  another  story. 
In  sending  his  paternal  admonition  to  Alsace  the  emperor 
concluded  with  the  words  that  the  people  "had  so  far  seen 
only  his  good  side,  but  they  might  soon  see  another."  That 
was  enough  for  the  enterprising  Schatz.  At  an  ensuing 
meeting  of  a  French  society  to  which  he  belongs  Schatz 
quoted  these  words  of  the  emperor,  and  then  advancing 
toward  an  imperial  bust  that  was  on  the  shelf,  he  remarked, 
"We  will  see  the  other  side  at  once,"  and  turned  it  with  its 
face  to  the  wall.  So  Schatz  will  stand  in  the  corner,  so  to 
speak,  with  his  face  to  the  wall  for  the  space  of  four  moons, 
and  when  he  is  enlarged  he  will  probably  imitate  the  clever 
parrot  who  never  talked  but  was  "a  beggar  to  think." 


The  loudly  acclaimed  "reign  of  religious  liberty"  in  France 
does  not,  apparently,  include  liberty  for  religious  people. 
It  may  be  remarked  that  there  are  no  such  tyrants  on  earth 
as  apostles  of  freedom,  and  of  this  the  whole  history  of 
revolutions  is  sufficient  proqf.  It  seems  that  a  certain  native 
of  Brittany  has  lately  purchased  some  confiscated  church 
property  worth  $10,000.  The  fact  that  he  paid  the  liquidator 
only  about  $1000  is  proof  of  the  purity  and  intensity  of  his 
democratic  zeal  and  his  hatred  of  ecclesiastical  privilege. 
When  the  cure  of  the  parish  heard  of  the  transaction  he 
denounced  it  in  a  sermon,  which  was,  of  course,  a  high  crime 
and  misdemeanor  in  a  land  of  liberty.  Perhaps  he  was  mis- 
led by  the  words  "Liberie,  Egalite,  Fraternite,"  inscribed 
over  the  door  of  the  Mairie,  but  he  will  know  better  in  fu- 
ture, for  he  was  promptly  arrested  and  fined  $200.  The  son 
of  the  mayor  was  also  arrested,  fined,  and  imprisoned  for 
remarking  that  the  cure  had  the  ordinary  rights  of  free 
speech,  which  proves  him  to  be  a  violent  anarchist.  In  this 
way  does  France  march  over  the  ashes  of  a  dead  and  tyran- 
nical past  into  an  atmosphere  of  civil  and  religious  liberty 
where  every  man  will  have  a  divine  and  inalienable  right 
to  agree  with  the  majority. 


Of  bogus  predictions  of  the  airship,  of  the  Mother  Shipton 
variety,  we  have  enough  and  to  spare,  but  a  correspondent  of 
the  London  Daily  Express  does  us  a  service  by  reminding  us 
of  the  following  lines  written  by  Dr.  Erasmus  Darwin,  grand- 
father of  Charles  Darwin: 

Soon    shall    thy    arm,    unconquered    steam,    afar 
Drag   the   slow   barge   or  drive   the   rapid   car ; 
Or  on  wide  waving  wings  expanded  bear 
The   flying   chariot   through   the   fields   of   air, 
Fair   crews  triumphant,   leaning  from  above, 
Shall   wave  their  fluttering  kerchiefs  as  they   move; 
Or  warrior-bands   alarm   the   gaping  crowd, 
And  armies  shrink   beneath   the   shadowy   cloud. 

These  lines  were  written  about  the  year  1780  and  must  be 
counted    among    the   successful    forecasts   of   human    invention. 


Professor  Elihu  Thomson  in  a  letter  to  the  American  In- 
stitute of  Electrical  Engineers  reminds  us  of  the  efforts  that 
are  being  made  to  find  the  gigantic  meteor  that  is  supposed 
to  have  been  responsible  for  Coon  Butte  in  Arizona.  If 
Coon  Butte  was  indeed  created  by  the  impact  of  a  meteor  the 
celestial  aggre.sor  must  have  been  about  500  feet  in  diame- 
ter and  its  weight  must  have  been  about  five  million  tons. 
One  would  hardly  suppose  that  such  an  object  as  this  would 
be  easily  mi  laid,  but  Mr.  Barringe,  who  has  charge  of  the 
operations,  1  -lieves  that  600  borings  may  be  necessary  to 
th    event  of  success  the  profit  would  not  be  wholly 


scientific.  Assuming  the  meteor  to  be  composed  mainly  of 
iron,  as  meteors  usually  are,  it  would  probably  contain  about 
three  million  ounces  of  platino-iridium,  and  this  would  be 
worth  one  hundred  million  dollars.  Moreover,  meteors 
usually  contain  diamonds,  and  if  this  particular  visitant 
should  "pan  out"  one-hundredth  of  one  per  cent  it  would 
make  the  respectable  total  of  500  tons  of  diamonds.  Pro- 
fessor Thomson  says  that  the  Navajo  Indians  have  a  tradi- 
tion to  the  effect  that  this  curious  crater  was  caused  by  a 
stone  that  fell  from  the  sky  and  that  it  killed  numbers  of 
their  tribe.  Such  a  mass  would  certainly  be  bad  for  the 
heads  upon  which  it  happened  to  fall,  but  if  the  meteor  should 
be  found  and  should  be  as  rich  as  it  is  expected  we  will  try 
to  reconcile  ourselves  to  the  loss  of  our  Navajo  brothers. 
We  might  even  be  willing  that  the  gods  of  the  air  should  try 
again  and  toss  down  another  fragment  of  mineral  wealth  from 
the  virgin  fields  that  are  not  likely  either  to  be  claimed  or 
reserved   from   entry.  

Who  would  suppose  that  there  should  be  a  French  society 
devoted  to  a  rehabilitation  of  the  character  of  Robespierre? 
There  is  such  a  society,  and  they  publish  regularly  their 
"Annales  Revolutionnaires."  The  society  demands  for 
Robespierre  "not  idolatry,  but  merely  justice,"  to  which  the 
cynical  may  reply  that  at  least  some  measure  of  justice  was 
accorded  to  Robespierre  under  the  knife  of  the  guillotine. 
But  there  are  plenty  of  people  who  revere  the  memory  of 
the  great  terrorist  just  as  there  were  many  among  his  con- 
temporaries who  loved  him.  Souberbrielle,  who  knew  him 
well,  said:  "I  would  have  given  my  life  to  save  Robespierre, 
whom  I  loved  like  a  brother.  No  one  knows  better  than  I 
how  sincere  and  disinterested  he  was,  how  unselfish  in  his 
devotion  to  the  republic."  There  were  many  who  spoke  in 
the  same  way,  and  so  possibly  it  may  be  true  that  no  human 
being  has  ever  deserved  the  unqualified  label  of  good  or  bad. 
At  the  same  time  we  shall  make  no  pious  pilgrimage  to  the 
tomb  of  Robespierre.  

Mr.  J.  O.  P.  Bland,  who  has  lived  in  China  for  twenty-five 
years  and  who  has  the  distinction,  almost  unique  among  Eu- 
ropeans, of  being  a  mandarin,  has  something  to  say  about 
the  suffrage  movement  in  China.  It  is  true,  he  tells  us,  that 
a  small  body  of  women  made  a  descent  upon  the  National 
Assembly  at  Nankin  and  terrorized  its  members  into  a  favor- 
able vote.  But  these  Celestial  amazons  in  no  way  represent 
their  sex  "and  would  be  regarded  as  utter  barbarians  by  the 
Chinese  women  generally."  Perhaps  we  may  estimate  the 
true  status  of  the  movement  in  China  by  the  recollection  that 
not  one  Chinese  woman  in  a  hundred  has  ever  heard  of  the 
suffrage,  male  or  female,  nor,  for  the  matter  of  that,  of 
the  National  Assembly.         

Some  time  ago  when  it  was  wished  to  use  some  ancient 
suits  of  English  armor  for  a  pageant  it  was  found  that  they 
were  all  too  small  for  the  use  of  the  average  man.  Now 
comes  a  similar  story  from  Germany.  The  custodian  of  a 
castle  near  Innsbruck,  a  man  slightly  under  the  average 
height,  says  that  he  has  tried  on  every  suit  of  armor  in  the 
castle  and  that  they  are  all  too  small  for  him.  The  custodian 
of  the  castle  of  Vaduz,  who  is  of  still  lesser  stature,  says 
the  same  thing  of  the  armor  under  his  care,  and  we  are 
reminded  of  the  low  doors  and  short  beds  that  are  so  dis- 
tinguishing a  feature  of  old  Gothic  houses.  Is  it  possible  that 
the  human  race  is  increasing  in  stature  ?  It  would  seem  so. 
We  can  hardly  account  for  this  on  the  ground  of  athletics, 
seeing  that  the  old  knightly  pirates  of  the  days  of  chivalry 
were  athletic  enough.  Physical  vigor  was  their  stock  in 
trade.  It  is  said  that  very  few  men  nowadays  can  draw  the 
old  long-bows  of  the  English  archers,  the  bows  that  were 
capable  of  sending  an  arrow  through  a  steel  breastplate.  But 
so  far  as  stature  is  concerned  we  seem  to  have  the  better  of 
our  buccanneering  ancestors.  Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn. 


There  are  no  large  dairying  concerns  in  Madrid. 
Part  of  the  milk  supply  comes  from  goats  and  a  few 
cows  pastured  near  the  city  and  kept  in  lecherias  in  the 
city,  where  they  are  milked;  some  is  brought  in  from 
near-by  farms,  usually  about  six  gallons  in  tin  cans  in 
straw  baskets  slung  across  a  horse  upon  which  the 
rider  mounts;  some  from  neighboring  villages  by  train 
or  wagon,  all  in  tin  cans;  and  a  small  amount  from 
northern  Spain  by  train — a  twenty-four-hour  trip.  De- 
liveries to  regular  patrons  are  made  by  mozas  carrying 
a  frame  from  which  are  suspended  about  eighteen 
small  pails  or  bottles,  each  holding  about  a  quart,  but 
it  is  probable  that  most  of  the  families  in  Madrid  do 
not  receive  regular  supplies,  such  as  is  needed  being 
brought  in  by  some  member  of  the  family  or  a  servant, 
who  carries  any  convenient  vessel  or  pitcher  from  the 
house.  This  milk  is  secured  from  small  milk  shops, 
called  lecherias,  of  which  there  are  about  550  shown 
in  the  city  directory.  The  milk  is  always  boiled  as 
soon  as  it  is  brought  into  the  house.  It  is  almost  im- 
possible to  secure  cream  and  it  is  almost  invariably  sour 

when  obtained. 

^«»  

Lhasa,  which  is  the  capital  of  Tibet,  for  generations 
was  known  as  the  Forbidden  City  because  of  its  polit- 
ical and  religious  exclusiveness.  In  1904  a  British 
armed  expedition  opened  the  mysterious  old  city.  Pre- 
vious to  that  time  practically  every  European  traveler 
had  been  stopped  in  his  efforts  to  reach  the  place. 
The  population  of  Lhasa  is  about  35,000. 

North-polar  exploration  had  attracted  the  attention 
of  adventurous  and  ambitious  men  for  nearly  400  years 
before  Peary  reached  the  top  of  the  world.  Search 
for  the  South  Pole  has  always  proved  less  attractive, 
and  only  during  the  last  140  years  have  explorers 
turned  their  attention  toward  the  goal  recently  reached 
by  Amundsen.  _       ,  


OLD  FAVORITES  BY  ANDREW  LANG. 

In  the  Reign  of  the  Emperor  Hwang. 

There's   joy    without    canker    or    care. 

There's   a   pleasure   eternally   new, 
'Tis  to  gloat  on  the  glaze  and  the   mark 

Of  china  that's   ancient   and  blue; 
Unchipp'd   all  the   centuries   through  - 

It   has   passed,  since   the   chime   of   it   rang, 
And   they   fashioned   it,   figure   and    hue, 

In  the  reign  of  the  Emperor  Hwang. 

These  dragons   (their  tales,  you  remark. 

In  bunches  of  gillyflowers  grew), 
When  Noah  came  out  of  the  ark, 

Did   these  lie   in  wait  for  his   crew? 
They  snorted,  they  snapp'd  and  they  slew 

They  were  mighty  of  fin  and  of  fang. 
And   their   portraits   Celestials   drew, 

In  the  reign  of  the  Emperor  Hwang. 

Here's  a  pot  with  a  cot  in  a  park, 

In  a  park  where  the  peach  blossoms  blew, 
W'here   lovers   eloped   in   the   dark, 

Lived,  died,  and  were  changed  into  two 
Bright    birds    that    eternally    flew 

Through  the  boughs  of  the  May,  as  they  sang 
'Tis  a   tale   was  undoubtedly   true 

In  the  reign  of  the  Emperor  Hwang. 

ENVOY. 

Come,  snarl  at  my  ecstasies,  do, 

Kind   critic,  your  "tongue   has   a   tang," 

But — a  sage  never  heeded  a   shrew 

In   the    reign  of  the   Emperor   Hwang. 

— From    "Ballades    of    Blue    China." 


Pisidice. 


[The  incident  is  from  the  Love  Stories  of  Parthenius,  who  pre- 
served fragments  ot  a  lost  epic  on  the  expedition  of  Achilles  against 
Lesbos,    an    island    allied    with   Troy.] 

The  daughter  of  the  Lesbian  king 

Within  her  bower  she   watched  the   war  ; 
Far   off  she   heard    the   arrows   ring, 

The   smitten   harness   ring  afar; 
And,   fighting   from   the    foremost    car, 

Saw  one  that  smote  where  all  must  flee  ; 
More   fair  than   the   Immortals   are 

He  seemed  to  fair  Pisidice  ! 
She  saw,  she  loved  him,  and  her  heart 

Before  Achilles,    Peleus'   son, 
Threw  all  its  guarded  gates  apart — 

A    maiden    fortress    lightly    won ! 
And,  ere  that  day  of  fight  was  done, 

No   more   of  land  or   faith   recked   she, 
But   joyed   in   her   new   life   begun — 

Her  life  of  love,  Pisidice! 
She  took  a  gift  into  her  hand, 

As  one  that  had  a  boon  to  crave; 
She  stole  across  the  ruined  land 

Where  lay  the  dead  without  a  grave, 
And  to  Achilles'  hand   she  gave 

Her  gift,  the  secret  postern's  key. 
"Tomorrow  let  me  be  thy  slave  !" 

Moaned  to  her  love  Pisidice. 
Ere  dawn  the  Argives'   clarion   call 

Rang  down  Methymna's  burning  street ; 
They    slew   the    sleeping   warriors    all. 

They  drove  the  women  to  the  fleet, 
Save  one,  that  to  Achilles'  feet 

Clung,   but,  in  sudden  wrath,   cried  he : 
"For  her  no   doom   but  death  is   meet." 

And  there  men  stoned  Pisidice. 
In  havens  of  that  haunted  coast, 

Amid  the  myrtles  of  the  shore, 
The  moon  sees  many  a  maiden  ghost — 

Love's    outcast   now   and    evermore. 
The  silence  hears  the  shades  deplore 

Their  hour  of  dear-bought  love  ;   but   thee 
The  waves  lull,  'neath  thine  olives  hoar, 

To   dreamless  rest,   Pisidice  1 


Musette. 


Yesterday,   watching   the   swallows'   flight 

That  bring  the  spring  and  the  seasons  fair, 
A  moment  I   thought  of  the  beauty  bright 

Who   loved  me,  when  she  had  time  to  spare; 
And   dreamily,   dreamily  all  the   day, 

I  mused  on  the  calendar  of  the  year, 
The  year  so  near  and  so  far  away, 

When  you  were  lief,  and  when  I  was  dear. 

Your   memory   has   not   had   time   to   pass ; 

My  youth   has  days   of  its   life-time  yet ; 
If  you  only   knocked   at  the   door,   alas, 

My  heart  would  open  the  door,  Musette ! 
Still   at  your  name  must  my  sad  heart   beat; 

Ah   Muse,   ah   maiden   of   faithlessness! 
Return  for  a  moment,  and  deign  to  eat 

The  bread  that  pleasure  was  wont  to  bless. 

The  tables  and  curtains,  the  chairs  and  all, 

Friends  of  our  pleasure  that  looked  on  our  pain, 
Are  glad  with  the  gladness  of  festival. 

Hoping   to   see   you   at   home   again  ; 
Come,   let  the   days   of  their  mourning  pass, 

The  silent  friends  that  are  sad  for  you  yet ; 
The  little  sofa,  the  great  wine-glass — 

For  know  you  had  often  my  share,   Musette. 

Come,   you   shall   wear  the  raiment  white 

You  wore  of  old,  when  the  world  was  gay. 
We  will  wander  in  woods  of  the  heart's  delight 

The   whole   of  the   Sunday   holiday. 
Come,  we  will  sit  by  the  wayside  inn, 

Come,  and  your  song  will  gain  force  to   fly, 
Dipping  its  wing  in  the  clear  and  thin 

Wine,  as  of  old,  ere  it  scale  the  sky. 

Musette,  who  had  scarcely  forgotten,  withal 

One  beautiful   dawn  of  the  new  year's  best, 
Returned  at  the   end    of  the  carnival, 

A   flown   bird   to   a  forsaken   nest. 
Ah  faithless  fair!  I  embrace  her  yet, 

Witli  no  heart-beat,  and  with  never  a  sigh  ; 
And    Musette,   no   longer   the   old   Musette, 

Declares  that  I  am  no  longer  I. 

Farewell,  my  dear  that  was  once  so  dear, 

Dead  with  the  death  of  our  latest  love; 
Our  youth  is  laid  in  its  sepulchre, 

The  calendar  stands  for  a  stone  above. 
'Tis  only  in  searching  the  dust  of  the  days, 

The  ashes  of  all  old  memories, 
That  we   find  the  key  of  the  woodland   ways 

That   lead   to  the  place  of  our  paradise. 
-Translation    by    Andrew    Lang    from    Henri    Murger's    "La 
Boheme." 


August  10,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


85 


THE    RED    HAND    IN    NEW    YORK. 


It  Is  Shown  to  Protect  a  System  of  Villainy  Which  Involves 
Officialdom  High  and  Low. 


Another  crop  of  official  villainy  in  New  York  is 
ripening  rapidly  and  there  should  be  a  harvest  of 
heads  before  the  first  frost.  In  other  words,  we 
are  in  for  an  exposure  of  police  and  political 
methods  that  will  revive  the  memories  of  the 
Lexow  and  Mazet  investigations.  It  is  to  be  hoped 
that  the  results  will  be  of  more  effect  than  any 
achieved  by  those  notable  efforts  to  discover  the 
actual  conditions  of  municipal  corruption.  Unpleasant 
as  the  topic  is,  unwilling  as  most  busy  citizens  are  to 
engage  in  a  man-hunt,  there  is  no  way  to  avoid  action 
in  the  present  crisis.  Things  have  gone  too  far.  Even 
Mayor  Gaynor,  who  resents  all  criticism  of  official 
methods  and  messes,  will  be  forced  to  take  a  hand  in 
the  attempt  to  explore  the  jungles  of  criminal  thrift 
in  his  domain.  The  noxious  blossoms  in  this  tropic 
growth  are  no  longer  night-blooming,  they  are  to  be 
seen  plainly  in  the  light  of  day,  and  they  scent  the 
widest   avenues   and   streets. 

One  Herman  Rosenthal,  a  gambler,  told  District  At- 
torney Whitman  recently,  following  a  raid  on  his  den, 
some  details  of  the  way  in  which  the  police  levied  a 
private  tax  on  gambling-houses  for  "protecting"  them, 
and  named  some  of  the  official  beneficiaries  of  that  tax. 
At  the  same  time,  Rosenthal  declared  that  he  risked 
his  life  in  making  the  disclosures,  and  predicted  that 
he  would  be  killed  if  the  information  and  his  part  in 
it  became  public.  His  prediction  was  fulfilled  to  the 
letter.  A  few  days  later  he  was  shot  down  on  the  side- 
walk at  the  door  of  the  Hotel  Metropole,  at  two  o'clock 
in  the  morning,  and  his  murderers,  five  in  number, 
all  of  whom  used  the  revolvers  they  carried,  got  into 
their  automobile  and  rode  safely  away.  Several  police- 
men were  within  calling  distance  of  the  crime,  but  the 
only  result  of  their  presence  and  their  masterly  in- 
activity was  the  arrest  of  a  bystander  who  incautiously 
remembered  and  announced  the  number  on  the  auto- 
mobile which  carried  off  the  red-hand  gang.  A  little 
later,  however,  three  gamblers  were  taken  into  custody 
and  confessed  a  knowledge  of  the  murder.  They  ac- 
cused Lieutenant  Charles  A.  Becker  of  the  police 
force,  insisting  that  the  crime  was  committed  under 
instructions  that  came  direct  from  him.  The  police 
officer  was  found  at  his  desk  and  arrested,  having  been 
indicted  for  the  murder.  He  laughed  at  the  charges, 
but  refused  to  say  anything  important  in  his  own  de- 
fense. His  trial  will  be  a  mighty  struggle,  if  the  ef- 
forts to  turn  inside  out  the  system  of  police  corruption 
are  equal  to  those  that  will  be  made  to  smother  the 
incriminating  testimony. 

Under  the  Dowling  law  the  power  of  the  prosecuting 
attorney  is  well  buttressed.  He  can  insist  on  answers 
to  almost  any  questions  he  may  ask  a  gambler  on  the 
witness  stand.  Should  the  investigation  be  pursued 
with  spirit  there  is  no  reason  why  the  wheels  of  the 
police  system  should  not  be  exposed.  Of  course,  an 
immediate  change  took  place  in  the  conduct  of  the 
notorious  gambling-houses  when  District  Attorney 
Whitman  began  to  gather  in  suspects.  Several  were 
closed  and  others  were  made  more  inaccessible  to  un- 
known visitors.  Just  how  severe  the  storm  would  be, 
none  could  foretell.  But  Mayor  Gaynor  refused  to  be 
startled  or  moved  in  the  early  stages  of  the  excite- 
ment. He  seems  to  have  been  unable  to  read  the 
weather  signs  as  capably  as  the  men  of  the  faro  box 
and  roulette  wheel. 

Jack  Rose,  one  of  the  three  gamblers  who  confessed 
and  made  Becker's  indictment  certain,  is  a  well-known 
figure  in  the  under-world.  He  is  very  bald  and  is 
familiarly  styled  Billiard-ball  Jack.  That  he  is  thor- 
oughly acquainted  with  the  police  blackmail  system 
may  safely  be  assumed.  He  insists  that  at  least  $2,400,- 
000  a  year  is  paid  by  the  gamblers  of  Manhattan  to 
the  police  for  "protection."  This  is  a  big  figure,  but 
it  is  probably  a  conservative  estimate.  By  "protec- 
tion" is  meant  not  certain  immunity  from  raids,  but 
advance  warnings,  the  silencing  of  important  witnesses, 
and  the  most  effective  secret  assistance  at  the  hearing 
before  the  court.  That  it  is  usually  effective  may 
be  gathered  from  the  statement  that  dozens  of  heavy, 
iron-bound  doors,  scores  of  faro  and  roulette  layouts, 
hundreds  of  money  drawers,  and  bushels  of  poker  chips 
seized  by  raiding  officers  have  been  returned  to  gam- 
bling-house proprietors  because,  in  spite  of  these  tools 
of  a  nefarious  trade,  there  was  insufficient  evidence  to 
convict  them. 

Police  blackmail  seems  to  be  inseparable  from  this 
system  of  municipal  government.  It  has  always  ex- 
isted here,  as  it  has,  undoubtedly,  existed  in  every  city. 
Politics  has  much  to  do  with  it,  but  only  as  a  sustaining 
force.  The  policeman  who  rises  to  a  place  of  power 
must  mingle  with  politicians  and  have  a  pull.  His 
illicit  sources  of  income  are  spied  out  and  kept  on  the 
records.  He  must  share  if  he  accepts  a  bribe;  he  must 
accept  bribes,  he  must  demand  them,  if  he  "covers"  his 
beat.  Over  him  there  are  powers  that  see  everything 
and  know  everything.  There  is  no  hope  for  the  patrol- 
man who  desires  to  be  honest. 

And  there  is  something  to  be  said  for  honest  ig- 
norance. New  York  is  a  big  town.  It  is  a  place  of 
entertainment  for  visitors  who  come  seeking  distrac- 
tions peculiarly  metropolitan.  There  is  a  liberty  which 
so  nearly  resembles  license  that  even  clever  observers 
can  not  draw  the  line  between.  The  music-hall,  the 
dance-hall,  the  by-street  cafe,  the  'round-the-corner  but 


closely  related  places,  are  not  merely  winked  at  when 
their  features  and  their  patronage  are  shady,  they  are 
considered  inseparable  from  the  night  life  of  a  city. 
Even  were  these  attractions  the  least  among  contribu- 
tors to  the  extortion  fund,  they  would  not  be  subject 
to  notably  strict  regulation.  They  are  only  part  of  a 
whole  which  makes  for  the  fascination  and  exploitation 
of  the  rural  visitor.  What  would  be  the  glory  of  a 
great  white  way.  famous  across  the  continent,  were  its 
bright  lights  only  those  of  decorous  theatres,  hotels, 
and  restaurants ! 

There  are  many  side  issues  of  the  criminal  con- 
spiracy now  under  the  rays  of  the  district  attorney's 
lamp.  Some  of  them  will  be  explored,  and  two  or 
three  may  be  walled  up.  A  number  of  heads  will  fall, 
and  some  crimes,  some  vices,  will  be  checked  for  a  time. 
But  this  harvest,  big  or  little,  will  be  only  one  in  a 
never-ending  series.  Flaneur. 

Xew  York,  July  31,  1912. 


'Tis  seldom  that  an  egg.  of  the  common  speckled  hen 
variety,  enjoys  the  distinction  of  affecting  a  city  char- 
ter; but  there  is  or  was  one  in  Springfield  that  was  a 
strong  contender  for  the  honor  (says  the  Springfield, 
Massachusetts.  Republican).  It  was  a  full-grown 
egg,  and  one  that  probably  had  been  declared  ineligible 
after  some  years  in  a  cold  storage  plant.  Ernest  New- 
ton Bagg,  editor  of  the  Candlestick  Magazine,  is  assist- 
ing the  egg  to  acquire  the  fame  which  it  ought  to  have. 
Mr.  Bagg  made  the  sudden  acquaintance  of  the  egg 
the  other  evening  at  the  corner  of  Main  and  Worthing- 
ton  Streets,  where  a  colored  preacher  was  exhorting 
for  the  benefit  of  the  hundred  or  more  souls  about  him. 
Mr.  Bagg  approached  closer  and  closer  until  he  was 
in  the  front  rank  of  listeners.  The  egg  chose  that 
precise  moment  to  approach  also.  It  came  from  no- 
where in  particular,  but  was  traveling  in  a  straight 
line  intersected  by  the  colored  preacher's  head  and  Mr. 
Bagg's  coat  lapel.  The  preacher  saw  it  coming  and 
dodged.  Mr.  Bagg  did  not,  and  the  egg  patted  him  on 
the  shoulder  familiarly,  emitted  a  little  gurgle  of  de- 
light at  the  acquaintance,  and  dropped  into  Mr.  BaggJs 
coat  pocket,  where  his  hand  was.  He  withdrew  his 
hand  without  deliberation,  and  some  of  the  egg  came, 
too.  Bystanders  aver  that  Mr.  Bagg  made  one  remark 
— just  one — and  fled.  The  next  morning,  it  is  related, 
a  petition  was  circulated  asking  that  a  clause  be  incor- 
porated into  the  proposed  new  city  charter  making  it 
unlawful  for  street  preaching  to  take  place  within  600 
feet  of  Main  Street. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


The  golden  yam  (says  the  Washington  Post),  that 
elaborates  the  sun  and  the  soil  into  a  sugar  which 
makes  saccharine  seem  sour,  was  set  apart  by  our  first 
parents  as  the  overlord  of  all  the  tubers.  The  history 
of  its  Irish. rival  may  be  definitely  traced  to  the  foster 
care  of  Raleigh.  It  spread  into  Lancashire,  its  path 
through  the  low  countries  may  be  followed  as  clearly 
as  the  march  of  the  army  worm.  But  the  genealogy 
of  the  yam  is  lost  in  the  morning  mists  of  antiquity. 
It  is  supposed  to  be  identical  with  the  mandrake  for 
which  the  Orient  peoples  dug  as  for  hidden  treasure. 
Beyond  all  peradventure  it  was  the  yam  to  which  the 
Spanish  gave  what  afterward  became  the  generic  name 
"batata,"  modified  into  our  own  collective  "potato." 
Its  purple  flowers  were  hailed  as  the  harbingers  of 
nature's  richest  largesse,  while  Humboldt  was  still 
doubting  whether  nature  originally  had  anything  to  do 
with  the  creation  of  the  Irish  potato.  It  is  the  succu- 
lent root  to  which  loving  allusions  are  made  by  the 
great  dramatist,  who  would  have  condemned  the  Mer- 
maid as  a  tavern  if  he  had  been  offered  the  tasteless 
bulb  exploited  by  Master  Raleigh. 

Although  their  existence  was  long  known  and  men- 
tioned'in  print  as  early  as  1681,  the  graphite  deposits 
of  Ceylon  were  not  exploited  until  some  time  between 
1820  and  1830.  Joseph  Dixon  is  said  to  have  imported 
a  small  quantity  into  the  United  States  in  1829,  but  it 
was  not  until  1834  that  the  industry  assumed  any  com- 
mercial importance.  From  that  time  to  this,  as  a 
result  of  the  growth  of  metallurgical  industries  and  the 
resulting  demand  for  refractory  materials,  the  industry 
has  developed  rapidly,  until  at  present  graphite  is 
subordinate  only  to  tea  and  the  products  of  the  cocoa- 
nut  palm  among  the  exports  from  Ceylon.  The 
graphite  is  mined  either  from  open  pits  or  through 
vertical  shafts  connecting  with  underground  workings. 
As  a  rule  the  mining  methods  are  still  crude,  the  acme 
of  mechanical  ingenuity  being  reached  in  a  windlass 
operated  by  five  or  six  men  for  hoisting  the  graphite 
in  a  sort  of  tub.  The  workmen  usually  ascend  and 
descend  by  means  of  rough  wooden  ladders,  tied  with 
jungle  ropes  and  rendered  exceedingly  slippery  by  the 
graphite  dust  and  water. 

The  judges  at  the  Olympic  Games  at  Stockholm  have 
been  criticized  in  some  quarters  as  having  made  mis- 
takes, though  no  one  suggests  that  they  were  unfair 
or  partial.  With  the  new  electrical  devices  in  use  at 
Stockholm  it  would  seem  almost  impossible  for  any 
mistake  to  have  occurred  in  judging  flat  races.  The 
starter's  pistol  was  attached  to  an  electric  wire,  which, 
at  the  moment  of  firing,  set  in  motion  the  stop-watches 
at  the  winning  post.  The  tape  at  the  winning  post 
was  also  connected  with  an  electrical  apparatus  which, 
when  the  tape  was  broken,  instantly  caused  the  timing 
watches  to  stop  and  a  photograph  of  the  winner  to  be 
taken  in  order  to  corroborate  the  judges'  decision. 


General  Daniel  Sickles,  who  has  started  a  campaign 
for  the  office  of  commander-in-chief  of  the  Grand  Army 
of  the  Republic  at  the  election  during  the  annual  en- 
campment in  Los  Angeles,  in  September,  is  one  of  the 
few  surviving  generals  of  the  Civil  War.  He  is  a  past 
commander  of  the  Department  of  Xew  York. 

Yoshihito,  the  new  Emperor  of  Japan,  has  served  in 
the  army  and  navy  of  his  country,  and  in  1909  became 
a  lieutenant-general  and  a  vice-admiral.  He  was  born 
in  1879,  and  in  1888  was  proclaimed  crown  prince.  He 
married  Princess  Sabako,  fourth  daughter  of  Prince 
Kujo  Michitaka,  in  1900.  Three  sons  were  born  of 
this  union. 

A  member  of  the  Women's  Social  and  Political 
Union,  and  a  well-known  painter,  Mme.  Arsene  Dar- 
mesteter,  nee  Helena  Hartog.  has  been  elected  Associate 
of  the  Societe  Xationale  des  Beaux  Arts,  Paris.  Her 
picture  in  this  year's  Champ  de  Mars  Salon,  "La  Tasse 
de  The,"  is  hung  on  the  line,  and  has  made  a  consider- 
able sensation. 

Edgar  Page,  author  of  "Beulah  Land."  sung  wher- 
ever the  English  language  is  spoken,  has  been  seriously 
ill  at  his  home  at  Cape  May,  Xew  Jersey.  He  is  in 
his  seventy-seventh  year.  At  his  bedside  he  keeps  a 
copy  of  Bunyan's  "Pilgrim's  Progress,"  given  to  him 
in  early  boyhood  by  his  mother,  from  which  he  re- 
ceived his  inspiration  to  write  "Beulah  Land." 

Professor  George  Grafton  Wilson,  who  recently  de- 
parted for  Christiania.  Norway,  as  a  member  of  the 
special  committee  of  the  International  Law  Institute, 
which  has  consented  to  act  as  adviser  of  the  division 
of  international  law  of  the  Carnegie  endowrment  for 
world  peace,  has  the  chair  of  international  law  at  Har- 
vard Law  School.  He  is  also  exchange  professor  to 
the  Sorbonne. 

Dr.  Wilhelm  Ostwald,  late  of  Leipzig  University, 
who  has  accepted  the  invitation  to  come  to  this  country 
next  fall  and  address  the  American  Society  of  Medical 
Research,  was  the  first  exchange  professor  at  Harvard 
University  in  1905.  He  was  born  at  Riga  in  1853. 
and  through  his  researches  in  colloid  chemistry  has 
gained  world-wide  distinction.  Dr.  Ostwald  is  almost 
equally  well  known  as  a  waiter  on  topics  in  chemistry. 

Dr.  Franklin  B.  Dyer,  who  is  going  to  Boston  as 
superintendent  of  schools  at  $10,000  a  year — the  same 
salary  paid  the  mayor — has  been  superintendent  of 
schools  at  Cincinnati  since  1903.  He  is  a  native  of 
Ohio,  where  he  was  born  in  1858.  In  1879  he  gradu- 
ated from  the  Ohio  Wesleyan  College  as  an  A.  B.,  and 
in  1904  received  his  LL.  B.  degree  from  Miami  Uni- 
versity. During  the  last  six  years  he  has  completely 
reorganized  the  Cincinnati  schools,  and  his  work  as  an 
educator  has  been  carefully  studied  in  all  sections  of 
the  country. 

Captain  Claus  Russ,  of  the  Hamburg-American  line, 
recently  completed  his  two  hundredth  trip  across  the 
Atlantic.  He  has  been  at  sea  for  fifty-six  years,  having 
taken  his  first  voyage  with  his  father,  who  was  in  the 
China  trade,  when  he  was  but  three  years  of  age.  His 
actual  service  began  in  1871.  and  since  1890  he  has 
been  in  the  service  of  the  steamship  company.  He  has 
a  gold  medal,  received  for  his  command  of  several  col- 
liers in  the  Russian-Japanese  War,  and  a  British  gov- 
ernment service  medal  for  saving  the  lives  of  283  per- 
sons when  a  British  steamship  went  ashore  off  the 
Azores. 

Signorina  Teresa  Labriola,  the  first  woman  lawyer  in 
Italy,  is  a  daughter  of  the  late  Professor  Antonio 
Labriola,  one  of  the  most  versatile  and  encyclopaedic 
intelligences  of  the  last  century.  Having  obtained  her 
degree,  Signorina  Labriola  obtained  a  position  as  pro- 
fessor of  law  at  the  Rome  University,  and  has  entered 
the  ranks  of  practicing  lawyers  through  a  curious 
strategy.  The  law  does  not  allow  women  in  Italy  to 
practice  law,  but  in  another  article  it  establishes  the 
fact  that  a  professor  of  law  in  the  university  has 
the  right  of  being  inscribed  among  the  practicing 
lawyers. 

Frederick  William  Hamilton,  president  of  Tufts  Col- 
lege, Massachusetts,  since  1905,  has  resigned  rather 
than  seek  financial  assistance  for  the  school.  He  is 
quoted  as  saying,  "The  trustees  want  a  solicitor  of 
funds."  He  was  born  in  Portland,  Maine,  in  1860.  ami 
secured  his  A.  B.  at  Tufts  in  1880.  Nine  years  later 
he  entered  the  LTnjversalist  ministry,  and  from  1889 
until  1895  he  was  pastor  of  the  First  Church  of  Paw- 
tucket,  Rhode  Island.  Later  he  went  to  a  Boston 
church.  Since  1896  he  has  been  a  trustee  of  the  col- 
lege from  which  he  severs  connection.  Perhaps  his 
best-known  book  is  "The  Church  and  Secular  Life." 

Knute  Nelson,  United  States  senator  from  Minne- 
sota, who,  contrary  to  recent  rumor,  is  not  about 
to  retire  to  private  life,  has  a  record  which  few- 
public  men  in  this  country  have  equaled.  He  was 
born  in  Norway  in  1843,  and  six  years  later  came  to 
this  country.  His  boyhood  was  one  of  hardships.  He 
served  in  the  Civil  War  for  three  years,  was  wounded 
and  captured.  Overcoming  every  obstacle,  he  studied 
law.  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1867.  The  fol- 
lowing year  he  became  a  member  of  the  Wisconsin 
house  of  representatives.  Somewhat  later  he  moved  to 
Minnesota.  He  served  as  district  attorney,  member  of 
the  state  senate,  went  to  Congress  several  times,  and 
has  been  three  times  United  States  senator. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


THE   FIRE-FIGHTER. 


He  Who  Had  No  Cares  Took  on  Himself  the  Cares  of  Others 


For  a  week  now  the  tramp  had  been  fighting  fire  with 
the  other  fire-fighters.  Why  he  had  done  so  he  hardly 
knew.  The  pay  was  not  large  and  the  risk  was.  He 
had  been  almost  cornered  again  and  again.  At  times, 
escape  had  seemed  impossible,  but  he  had  raced  his 
way  to  safety,  while  his  blistered  feet  and  smoke- 
clogged  lungs  protested.  But  lie  had  always  won  out. 
Well,  it  was  the  only  thing  in  which  he  had  come  out 
winner,  he  thought,  listlessly.  And  perhaps,  he  re- 
flected, if  he  had  cared  as  much  as  some  of  the  others, 
he  might  have  been  overtaken  as  they  had  been.  Now 
he  had  distanced  the  fire  once  again,  and  lay  stretched 
out  in  the  shade,  genuinely  weary,  sincerely  sick  of  it 
all. 

"Let  the  owners  fight,"  he  said,  half  aloud.  "Later 
on  they'll  run  me  out  from  the  shade  of  the  very  trees 
I  help  to  save.     I  aint  goin'  back/' 

The  resolution  had  come  suddenly.  He  had  fully 
intended  to  return  after  snatching  an  hour  or  so  of 
well-earned  rest.  And  he  was  no  more  conscious  of 
his  reason  for  not  going  back  than  he  was  for  his 
reason  for  attempting  the  work  in  the  first  place.  "It 
jest  happened,  that's  all,"  he  said,  "but  I'm  sure  not 
goin'  into  it  again." 

He  lay,  looking  up  into  the  smoke-clouded  sky,  wish- 
ing he  could  go  to  sleep,  wondering  if  he  ever  would 
succeed  in  getting  the  odor  of  charred  human  flesh 
from  his  nostrils.  He  had  been  with  three  different 
"bunches."  The  first  had  been  annihilated.  He  alone 
escaped.  Four  had  been  left  of  the  second.  The  third 
he  had  left  on  the  morning  of  the  day  they  had  been 
banded  together — before  disaster  overtook  them. 
Whether  they  had  won  through  or  not,  he  did  not  much 
care,  as  he  lay  looking  upward,  wondering  why  the 
fiery  liquor,  which  had  been  all  he  had  had  to  drink, 
had  taken  the  unusual  action  of  keeping  him  wide 
awake. 

It  was  in  the  early  forenoon  that  he  had  laid  down. 
It  seemed  hours  before  his  tired  eyes  closed,  and  but 
a  moment  before  he  was  rudely  awakened.  Men  were 
pulling  at  him ;  men  were  shouting  in  his  ear.  The 
words  at  last  penetrated  drowsily  into  his  mind. 

"Get  up.  Bill.  Get  up  for  God's  sake.  It's  comin' 
this  way." 

He  sat  up  at  last,  sulkily  and  half  awake.  "I  don't 
give  a  " 

The  faces  of  the  men  were  blackened  and  bleeding. 

"Jenks  an'  Bert's  lost,"  said  one. 

"Well,  I  didn't  find  'em,"  said  the  tramp. 

"God  find  them !"  said  the  other,  reverently. 
"They're  burned  to  death." 

He  heard  the  news  callously.  There  had  been  so 
many  that  the  shock  was  quite  gone  from  the  tale.  It 
was  only  when  enacted  before  the  eye,  in  all  its  grew- 
some  details,  that  it  had  power  even  partially  to  shock. 

He  settled  back  again.     "I  aint  goin'  to  get  up." 

"Bill,"  pleaded  the  first  speaker,  "git  up  for  God's 
sake.  It's  comin'  this  way.  We're  needed.  There's 
lives  to  save " 

"Like  Jenks  an'   Bert?" 

"Are  you   afraid?"  the  men   questioned. 

"Yes,"  he  said,  simply. 

And  they  knew  he  lied.  They  stood  around  a  mo- 
ment or  so  without  speaking.  Then  the  man  who  had 
acted  as  spokesman  began  again.  He  tried  flattery 
this  time,  though  it  was  but  the  truth. 

"Bill,  there  aint  a  man  nowhere  as  kin  fight  fire  like 
you.  Come  an'  help  us.  It'll  be  this  way  before  long. 
Come  an'  help  us." 

"No,"  answered  Bill. 

"We're  short-banded.  Poor  Jenks  an'  Bert,  they'd 
'a'  got  away  all  right,  but  a  tree  caught  'em — a  hor- 
rible, flamin'  tree.  It  crashed  down.  They  was 
buried  under  it.  Bert  screamed.  Do  you  know  what 
he  said?  He  said  'Mother!'  There's  many  a  one  as'll 
cry  that  if  we  don't  help — many  a  mother'H  be  burned 
to  death.     Come  on.  Bill.     Help  the  women." 

"I  won't.     I  don't  care  nothin'  for  women." 

The  others  stood  ready  to  go.  The  man  half  turned, 
but  paused.  "Bill,  once  more,  will  ye  come?  It's 
hittin'  now  for  a  place  where  there's  little  children — 
little  children,  mind  ye,  without  any  idee  what  danger 
means." 

He  paused.  Bill  had  not  interrupted  him.  Perhaps 
he  bad  touched  the  right  chord  at  last.  He  went  on. 
"There's  a  little  settlement  a  ways  beyond — you  know 
it.  Oakville.  You  know  what  it's  like — crowded  with 
children,  an'  women  dependin'  on  us.  For  God's  sake 
say  yes,  an'  let's  get  back  to  work." 

Bill  raised  his  lank  figure  till  he  stood  an  inch  above 
the  others.     "I'll  come,"  he   said. 

Backward  new  they  turned  with  the  quick  slcp  of 
men  who  knew  that  time  meant  life.  All  trace  of  list- 
lessness  had  vanished  from  Bill's  lace  and  figure.  He 
was  the  alert  fire-fighter,  untiring,  unafraid. 

All  day  they  fought,  each  with  the  courage  and  the 
strength  of  ten.  It  was  night  before  they  acknowl- 
edged that  their  efforts  had  been  without  avail. 

Bill  threw  down  his  axe,  and  pointed  his  lean  finger. 
"S'ime  one  ought  to  tell  'em."  he  said.  And  then,  as 
no  one  spoke,  "I'll  go." 

It  was  a  rackless  way  through  the  forest  and  thick 
underbrush,  but  Bill  raced  cm.  hurried  by  the  roaring 
of  the  fire  handicapped  by  his  weariness,  harried  by 
the  fear  t'  at  he  might  not  be  in   time. 

The    pe  ")le    of    the    village    were    awake,    clustered 
in   groups,   watching  the   light   that   hung   like 


a  menace  in  the  sky.  There  were  no  men  among  them. 
The  men  were  away,  battling  with  the  danger  that 
threatened  their  homes.  So  it  fell  to  Bill  to  prepare 
and  urge  forward  the  hurried  flight.  It  was  he  who 
remembered  everything — meat  and  drink,  warm  clothes 
for  the  wide-eyed  children.  He  harnessed  and  made 
ready.  He  helped  the  mothers  to  their  places.  He 
tossed  the  children  into  theirs.  He  piled  in  food  for 
the  horses.  He  ran  ahead  and  found  the  shortest 
road  to  safety.  He  looked  to  everything  and  every- 
body. He  let  loose  every  living  creature,  and  watched 
them  scurry  away,  screaming  shrilly. 

"Throw-  out  everything,  if  you  aint  makin'  a  good 
get-away,"  he  cautioned,  then  gave  the  word,  and  the 
heavily  laden  teams  moved  off. 

"You !  You!  You  aint  comin'?"  the  women  shrilled 
back  at  him. 

"After  a  bit.  You're  loaded  enough.  I'll  be  along 
'fore  long." 

Already  the  flames  were  sending  forth  their  spying 
sparks.  Presently  the  enemy  would  throw  caution  to 
the  winds,  and  advance  upon  him.  Any  fire-fighter 
knew  that.  But,  of  a  sudden,  Bill  realized  that  he 
was  weary — too  weary  for  a  forced  march,  which,  per- 
haps, was  not  worth  while,  after  all.  He  sat  down, 
and  looked  backward,  calculating  to  a  nicety  how  long 
it  would  be.  And  he  smiled  as  no  one  had  ever  seen 
him. 

"Any  other  place  could  'a'  burned  and  been  darned 
'fore  I'd  'a'  done  it.  But  this !  I  couldn't  never  for- 
get that  little  shaver  as  wanted  to  gi'  me  his  pie — all 
of  it.     I  jest  had  to  do  it." 

And  Bill,  fire-fighter  and  tramp,  settled  comfortably 
back,  with  his  eyes  on  the  approaching  fire,  and  the 
strange  smile  still  shadowing  his  mouth  with  a  beauty 
that  would  have  made  his  mother  glad. 

Ida  Alexander. 

San  Francisco,  August,  1912. 


GOOD-BY    TO    STATIONERS'    HALL. 


Another    London    Landmark    Overtaken    by    Oblivion. 


"And  what,  pray,"  some  readers  may  ask,  "is  Sta- 
tioners' Hall?"  It  is  the  headquarters,  good  madam 
and  sir,  of  the  honorable  Company  of  Stationers.  And 
who  may  they  be?  None  other,  in  brief,  than  the 
modern  representatives  of  those  London  booksellers  of 
the  seventeenth  century  who  were  such  formidable  ob- 
stacles to  those  Puritan  divines  who  wished  to  collect 
a  library  of  sound  theology  prior  to  their  voyage  to 
New  England  in  the  Mayflower  and  the  other  modest 
"liners"  of  that  period.  For,  as  your  Century  Diction- 
ary will  inform  you,  the  primary  meaning  of  the  word 
"stationer"  is  "a  bookseller";  its  secondary  definition 
as  a  man  who  "sells  the  materials  used  in  writing"  is 
a  growth  of  modern  days. 

We  hear  a-much  these  days  about  trade  unionism, 
and  most  folk  imagine  that  the  solidarity  of  labor  is 
a  new  phenomenon.  Not  at  all.  They  knew  all  about 
it  in  the  good  old  times.  If  a  youth  of  the  fifteenth 
century,  say,  nursed  the  high  ambition  of  serving  hu- 
manity in  the  sanguinary  business  of  a  butcher,  he 
could  not  straightway  equip  himself  with  a  blue  smock 
and  a  sharp  knife.  He  had  no  liberty  to  kill  a  calf 
in  the  "high  style"  attributed  to  Shakespeare  unless 
he  had  been  duly  enrolled  in  the  guild  of  the  slaughter- 
ing fraternity,  and  heavy  pains  and  penalties  were  im- 
posed on  the  man  who  in  the  fifteenth  century  attempted 
to  set  up  as  a  butcher  without  the  license  of  the  craft 
as  a  whole. 

That  was  also  true  of  the  purveyors  of  literature. 
As  long  ago  as  1403  the  publishers  of  London  formed 
themselves  into  a  close  corporation.  In  that  distant 
age  they  were  mere  copyists,  duplicaters,  that  is,  on 
paper  and  parchment  of  the  paternosters,  and  creeds, 
and  Ave  Marias,  and  aniens  which  were  the  chief  re- 
ligious sustenance  of  cockneys  in  the  fifteenth  century. 
Their  occupation  has  left  its  mark  on  the  topography 
of  London,  for  the  Paternoster  Row  and  the  Creed 
Lane  and  Amen  Corner  of  today  perpetuate  the  locali- 
ties where  once  flourished  the  industrious  engrossers 
of  five  hundred  years  ago.  But  it  was  not  until  1557 
that  the  Stationers  of  London  became  a  law  unto 
others  as  well  as  unto  their  own  kind.  In  that  year 
Mary  and  Philip,  who  were  somewhat  perturbed  by 
the  circulation  of  "seditious  and  heretical  books," 
granted  the  guild  a  charter  which  gave  them  power  to 
search  out  and  seize  and  destroy  all  literature  of  that 
pernicious  type.  The  better  to  facilitate  such  praise- 
worthy labor  the  Stationers  began  to  keep  a  register 
of  books  published,  and  from  that  day  the  magic  words 
"entered  at  Stationers'  Hall"  became  the  hallmark  of 
all  literature  unsuspect  of  officialism. 

Until  a  few  days  ago,  indeed,  that  patent  of  respect- 
ability was  still  in  use.  I  take  down,  for  example,  a 
book  printed  in  America  but  of  which  a  London  pub- 
lisher has  secured  an  edition  for  England,  and  on  the 
back  of  the  title-page  I  find,  in  addition  to  the  record 
of  the  date  of  American  copyright,  the  words  "Entered 
at  Stationers'  Hall,  London."  Henceforward,  how- 
ever, that  legend  must  be  classified  as  obsolete.  For 
two  or  three  days  ago  the  new  copyright  act  of  Great 
Britain  came  into  force,  and  one  effect  of  that  new 
law  is  to  make  registration  at  Stationers'  Hall  wholly 
unnecessary.  Such  registration  was  not  compulsory 
under  the  old  law,  but  unless  a  book  had  been  entered 
al  the  hall  neither  the  publisher  nor  the  author  could 
sustain  a  legal  action  for  the  infringement  of  his  copy- 
right.    Consequently  registration  was  almost  universal, 


and  that  necessity  enriched  the  funds  of  the  Stationers' 
Company  with  a  fee  of  five  shillings  for  every  book  in- 
scribed on  its  record,  to  say  nothing  of  such  further  fees 
of  one  shilling  for  inspecting  the  entries  and  five  shil- 
lings for  certified  copies.  It  is  a  gain,  then,  to  pub- 
lishers and  authors  that  henceforth  their  property  is 
secured  to  them  automatically  by  the  mere  publication 
of  a  book. 

And  so  finis  has  been  written  to  another  and  prob- 
ably the  last  chapter  in  the  annals  of  an  institution 
which  has  for  so  many  centuries  been  intimately  con- 
nected with  the  book  trade  of  the  British  capital. 
Whether,  however,  the  Stationers'  Company  will  dis- 
appear altogether  is  another  matter.  Perhaps  it  will 
henceforth  take  to  those  wining  and  dining  activities 
in  which  so  many  of  the  other  old  London  companies 
are  such  experts  and  attempt  to  excel  the  Goldsmiths 
and  the  Fishmongers  in  the  gorgeousness  of  its  annual 
banquets.  And  yet  it  may  not,  for  the  Stationers  have 
a  less  inexhaustible  treasury-chest  and  a  more  limited 
supply  of  plate  than  many  of  their  rivals. 

Perhaps  the  hall  will  be  preserved  as  one  of  the 
sights  of  London.  It  can  not  boast  the  semi-classical 
proportions  of  the  Fishmongers'  banquet-room  or  com- 
pete with  the  Renaissance  pretensions  of  the  meeting- 
place  of  the  Goldsmiths,  but  in  the  matter  of  years  it 
has  a  preeminence  which  neither  of  those  buildings  can 
challenge.  For  the  Stationers'  Hall,  which  stands 
back  quietly  from  the  roaring  traffic  of  Ludgate  Hill  in 
its  own  peaceful  court  within  a  stone's  throw  of  Amen 
Corner  and  Paternoster  Row,  dates  from  1670,  though 
its  outer  casing  of  stone  was  added  in  1800.  And  its 
site  has  still  greater  antiquity,  for  the  building  occu- 
pies the  exact  position  of  that  mansion  of  the  Earl  of 
Abergavenny  which  the  Stationers  purchased  in  1611 
and  had  burned  over  their  heads  in  the  great  fire  of 
London,  with  the  loss  of  a  hundred  and  fifty  thousand 
pounds'  worth  of  books,  as  the  talkative  Pepys  re- 
corded. 

While  many  of  the  other  honorable  companies  of 
London  are  able  to  display  a  wealth  of  gold  and  silver 
plate  wdiich  might  make  kings  and  millionaires  envious, 
the  treasures  of  the  Stationers  are  confined  to  a  few 
pictures  and  their  famous  register.  Among  the  former 
is  a  canvas  of  special  interest  to  the  American  visitor, 
for  "Alfred  and  the  Pilgrim"  is  a  typical  example 
of  the  large  historical  style  of  Benjamin  West,  that 
Quaker  lad  from  Pennsylvania  who  became  the  friend 
of  Dr.  Johnson  and  Sir  Joshua  Reynolds  and  painter 
in  chief  to  George  III,  His  picture  of  the  great 
Anglo-Saxon  king  sharing  his  one  loaf  and  horn  of 
wine  with  a  poor  palmer  may  not  accord  with  modern 
conceptions  of  what  is  due  from  art,  but  it  is  a  stately 
canvas  and  no  unworthy  illustration  of  the  gifts  of  that 
Cherokee-taught  painter  who  has  been  described  as 
"the  first  son  of  barbaric  America  who  had  used  a 
paint  brush."  The  other  art  treasures  of  the  hall  in- 
clude a  pretentious  allegorical  portrait  of  the  worthy 
John  Boydell,  who  attained  fame  by  commissioning 
thirty-three  painters  to  execute  his  celebrated  Shake- 
speare pictures,  and  more  direct  presentments  of  nov- 
elist Richardson,  essayist  Steele,  poet  Prior,  and  pil- 
grim-progress Bunyan. 

But  the  chief  glory  of  Stationers'  Hall  is  that  regis- 
ter, in  countless  volumes,  which  tells  so  much  of  the 
story  of  English  literature  for  three  and  a  half  cen- 
turies. Its  earlier  volumes  have  solved  problems  else 
inscrutable,  for  it  is  to  its  time-worn  pages  we  are  in- 
debted for  much  of  our  knowdedge  of  the  sequence  of 
Shakespeare's  plays  and  Spenser's  poems.  It  is,  in 
fact,  an  invaluable  quarry  for  the  student  of  Eliza- 
bethan literature,  and  American  as  well  as  English 
scholars  have  often  been  indebted  to  its  entries. 
Where  it  will  be  preserved  in  future  has  not  been  de- 
cided; perhaps  it  may  be  removed  to  the  manuscript 
department  of  the  British  Museum,  wdiere  it  would  be 
even  more  accessible  to  the  student  of  old  English 
literature. 

And  the  Stationers  themselves?  It  is  unthinkable 
that  they  should  cease  to  be  an  organization  devoted 
to  the  production  of  books.  They  have  passed  through 
many  reverses  of  fortune  already.  Queen  Elizabeth 
entrenched  upon  their  privileges  many  times,  granting 
(for  a  consideration!)  permission  to  this  favorite  and 
the  other  to  print  specific  kinds  of  books,  and  the 
House  of  Lords  in  the  late  eighteenth  century  ren- 
dered a  decision  which  threatened  them  with  ruin.  For 
the  "wisest  fool  in  Christendom,"  Mary  Stuart's  son, 
James  I,  endowed  them  for  all  time,  as  he  thought, 
with  the  exclusive  right  to  print  yearly  almanacs  of 
all  kinds,  and  they  reaped  a  prodigious  income  from 
that  privilege  for  many  years.  But  in  1775  an  up- 
start bookseller  contested  the  monopoly  by  printing 
an  almanac  of  his  own.  He  was  thrown  into  prison 
once,  twice,  and  thrice  for  his  temerity,  but  victory 
rested  with  him  at  last,  and  thenceforward  the  Sta- 
tioners' corner  in  annual  calendars  was  a  thing  of  the 
past.  But  they  still  print  two  or  three  old  popular 
almanacs,  and  that  link  with  the  publishing  world  may 
lead  to  their  taking  a  more  prominent  part  in  the  book 
trade  of  London.  And  then  they  may  thrive  suf- 
ficiently to  justify  the  indictment  of  Peter  Pindar  that 
publishers  quaff  champagne  out  of  the  skulls  of  au- 
thors. Henry  C.  Shelley. 
London,  July  23,  1912. 

■  ■» 

A  pension  for  the  rest  of  his  natural  life  of  a  case 
of  beer  a  week  is  the  reward  which  has  been  received 
by  R.  E.  Wedge  of  Omaha,  Nebraska,  for  promptly 
returning  to  a  local  brewing  company  a  bank  book  and 
SS000  in  currency  wdiich  he  found  in  the  street. 


August  10,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


87 


DAVID  GARRICK  IN  FRANCE. 


Frank  A.  Hedgcock  Writes  of  the  Actor's  Parisian  Friends, 
and,   Incidentally,  of  His  Dramatic  Authorship. 


Doctor  Johnson,  when  asked  to  explain  of  what  nations  the 
death  of  Garrick  had  eclipsed  the  gayety,  should  certainly 
have  replied,  "The  English,  the  Irish,  and  the  French";  for 
the  great  actor,  in  turn  the  delight  of  London  and  the  idol 
of  Dublin,  had  been  triumphantly  received  at  Paris  during 
his  visit  in  1764-5,  and  his  fame,  trumpeted  abroad  by  the 
journalists  of  the  day,  had  induced  many  a  Frenchman  to 
leave  his  boulevards  and  affront  the  waves  of  the  Channel 
and  the  fogs  of  the  Thames  in  order  to  see  the  English 
Roscius  on  the  boards  of  Drury   Lane. 

This,  the  opening  paragraph  of  Mr.  Hedgcock's  new 
volume  on  the  great  French-Irish  actor,  lays  the 
foundation  for  his  work,  which,  even  in  the  author's 
mind,  evidently  required  some  justification.  The  book, 
necessarily,  is  reminiscent,  with  a  few  new  details  of 
Garrick's  biography,  a  readjustment  here  and  there  of 
obscure  or  disputed  points,  but  devoted  in  the  main  to 
the  literary,  theatrical,  and  social  circles  in  which  the 
glory  of  the  London  stage  was  welcomed  when  he 
visited   the   Continent. 

Among  the  earlier  incidents  of  Garrick's  career  that 
Mr.  Hedgcock  notes  is  his  early  inclination  for  the 
stage : 

He  had  made  the  acquaintance  of  Macklin,  a  member  of 
the  Drury  Lane  company,  and,  through  him,  of  the  celebrated 
Peg  Woffington.  With  the  young  Irish  actress  he  fell  madly 
in  love,  wrote  her  verses  in  the  public  papers,  disputed  her 
favors  with  titled  rivals,  and  passed  for  being  loved  by  her. 
He  was  already  a  frequenter  of  wings  and  greenrooms;  and 
when,  in  March,  1741,  his  friend  Yates  was  suddenly  seized 
with  an  indisposition  which  prevented  him  from  playing  his 
part  of  Harlequin  at  Goodman's  Fields,  our  young  wine 
merchant  hid  his  commercial  respectability  under  the  spangled 
costume  and  the  black  mask,  exchanged  his  pen  for  the  card- 
board sword,  and  replaced  the  sick  actor. 

The  distasteful  merchandizing  and  the  sudden  spring 
into  favor  as  an  actor  is  briefly  noted: 

The  affairs  of  Garrick  Brothers  must  have  languished  dur- 
ing the  summer  months  of  1741,  while  the  London  partner 
was  touring,  incognita,  at  Ipswich  with  his  friend  Giffard's 
company.  Back  from  this  provincial  debut,  David  began  to 
prepare  in  earnest  for  an  appearance  in  London ;  and  one 
day  of  October,  1741,  Peter,  who  suspected  little  or  nothing, 
read  in  a  letter  from  his  brother :  "Last  night  I  played 
Richard  ye  Third  to  ye  surprise  of  Everybody." 

It  is,  perhaps,  from  the  recorded  impressions  of  those 
whom  Garrick  met  on  his  first  visit  to  Paris  that  we 
get  the  most  intimate  and  satisfying  descriptions  of  his 
dramatic  power.  It  must  be  remembered  that  few  of 
his  Parisian  auditors  understood  the  language  in  which 
he  spoke : 

Those  Frenchmen  who  saw  him  act  in  the  Paris  salons 
were  especially  struck  by  this  power  of  adaptation  to  all 
characters :  "We  saw  him  play  the  dagger-scene  from  the 
tragedy  of  'Macbeth,'  in  a  room,  in  his  ordinary  clothes,  and 
with  no  help  from  scenic  illusion;  and,  as  he  followed  with 
his  eyes  that  dagger,  moving  suspended  through  the  air,  he 
became  so  beautiful  that  he  drew  from  the  whole  audience 
a  general  cry  of  admiration.  Who  would  believe  that  the 
same  man  could,  the  next  moment,  imitate  with  as  much  per- 
fection a  pastry  cook's  boy,  carrying  a  tray  of  pies  on  his 
head,  gaping  as  he  walks,  letting  fall  his  pastry  into  the 
gutter,  standing  at  first  stupefied  at  his  misfortune,  and 
Finally   bursting  into   tears?" 

Garrick's  realism  in  the  great  scenes  of  tragedy  was 
novel,  but  was  observed  by  London  playgoers  in  his 
earliest  appearances  with  remarkable  enthusiasm: 

In  depicting  moments  of  mental  anguish,  disorder,  and 
passion  he  was  unequaled.  "I  liked  him  best  in  Lear,"  says 
a  contemporary.  "His  saying  in  the  bitterness  of  his  anger, 
'I  will  do  such  things — what  they  are  I  know  not,'  and  his 
sudden  recollection  of  his  own  want  of  power,  were  so 
pitiable  as  to  touch  the  heart  of  every  spectator.  The  sim- 
plicity of  his  saying,  'Be  these  tears  wet?  yes,  faith!'  put- 
ting his  finger  to  the  cheek  of  Cordelia  and  then  looking  at 
his  finger,  was  exquisite."  And,  in  reference  to  the  same 
character,  another  tells  us  :  "He  rendered  the  curse  so  ter- 
ribly affecting  to  the  audience  that,  during  the  utterance  of 
it,  they  seemed  to  shrink  from  it  as  from  a  blast  of  light- 
ning. His  preparation  for  it  was  extremely  affecting;  his 
throwing  away  his  crutch :  kneeling  on  one  knee,  clasping 
his  hands  together  and  lifting  his  eyes  towards  heaven,  pre- 
sented a  picture  worthy  the  pencil  of  a  Raphael." 

The  actor  well  understood  the  value  of  his  classic 
beauty  of  feature.  He  abandoned  the  role  of  Othello 
because  his  facial  resources  were  hidden  under  the 
black  of  his  make-up.  Knight  quotes  this  description 
from  the  current  Theatrical  Review: 

His  eyes  were  extremely  striking,  full  of  fire  and  move- 
ment. "Their  cut,"  says  one  description,  "is  what  a  painter 
would  call  bold  and  perfect;  their  size,  big;  the  pupil  large, 
strong,  lively,  active,  and  variable,  its  color  dark,  surrounded 
and  set  off  with  a  due  proportion  of  white,  that  gives  to  its 
every  motion  a  brilliancy,  a  distinctness,  a  life,  that  speaks 
in  every  glance."  All  his  contemporaries  have  mentioned 
those  wonderful  eyes.  When  Mrs.  Siddons,  not  yet  the 
Queen  of  Tragedy,  played  with  Garrick  in  "Richard  III," 
she  was  so  fascinated  by  them  that  she  forgot  her  own  by- 
play, in  which  Garrick  had  previously  instructed  her,  until  a 
shade  of  reproach,  rising  in  her  partner's  regard,  recalled 
her  to  herself ;  and  she  was  accustomed  to  say,  later,  that 
she  could  never  think  of  that  brief  glance  of  anger  without 
a  shudder  of  fright. 

This  story  of  an  artist's  despair  while  working  on 
Garrick's  portrait  is  often  printed,  but  it  is  reproduced 
in  the  book  with  a  foot-note  saying  that  the  experience 
was  made  the  material  for  a  French  vaudeville  sketch: 

It  was  no  easy  task  to  transfer  to  the  canvas  features  so 
changeable.  Garrick,  as  a  model,  threw  painters  into  despair. 
Let  us  listen  a  moment  to  Northcote  relating  Sir  Joshua 
Reynolds's  experiences: 

"When  the  artist  had  worked  on  the  face  till  he  had  drawn 
it  very  correctly,  as  he  saw  it  at  the  time,  Garrick  caught 
an  opportunity,  whilst  the  painter  was  not  looking  at  him, 
totally  to  change  his  countenance  and  expression,  when  the 
poor  painter  patiently  worked  on  to  alter  the  picture  and 
make  it  like  what  he  then  saw  :  and  when  Garrick  perceived 
that  it  was  thus  altered,  he  seized  another  opportunity,  and 
changed  his  countenance  to  a  third  character;  which,  when 
the  poor  tantalized  artist  perceived,  he,  in  a  great  rage,  threw 


down  his  pallet  and  pencils  on  the  floor,  saying  he  believed 
he  was  painting  from  the  devil,  and  would  do  no  more  to 
the  picture." 

Though  Garrick  was  a  great  admirer  of  Shakespeare, 
he  did  not  hesitate  to  change,  rearrange,  and  actually 
invert  the  situations  in  the  great  dramas.  His  work  on 
"Romeo  and  Juliet"  is  thus  criticized: 

A  grave  alteration,  in  more  than  one  sense,  is  that  by 
which  he  awakens  Juliet  in  the  tomb  before  Romeo  is  yet 
dead,  thus  introducing  a  sensational  scene,  with  plenty  of 
contortions  and  groans  for  himself,  followed  by  a  funeral 
procession  and  a  dirge,  to  verses  of  his  own  composition, 
worthy,  perhaps,  of  a  place  in  some  opera  libretto,  but  hardly 
equal  to  the  society  in  which  they  find  themselves.  Thus  the 
actor  reinforces  the  value  of  his  own  part,  the  manager 
makes  his  "show"  more  splendid  and  more  attractive,  and 
the  shade  of  Shakespeare  is,  doubtless,  enchanted  at  seeing 
his   omissions   repaired. 

Even  in  those  days  this  audacity  was  greatly  cen- 
sured. Garrick's  version  of  "Hamlet"  was  by  many 
considered  a  burlesque: 

Of  all  Garrick's  nefarious  attempts  on  Shakespeare's  pieces, 
the  most  celebrated  is  his  travesty  on  ".Hamlet" :  "I  had 
sworn  I  would  not  leave  the  stage  till  I  had  rescued  that 
noble  play  from  all  the  rubbish  of  the  fifth  act.  I  have 
brought  it  out  without  the  Grave-diggers'  trick  and  the 
fexicing-match."  It  is  evident  that  the  strictures  of  his 
French  friends  had  not  failed  to  produce  their  effect,  and 
that  Garrick  had  not  read  in  vain  the  writings  of  that  Vol- 
taire whom,  like  a  good  Englishman,  he  detested.  So  he  at- 
tempted to  clear  his  favorite  pnet  of  all  barbarity  and  vul- 
garity ;  and,  at  the  same  time,  he  relieved  the  dreamy  in- 
action of  "Hamlet"  by  plenty  of  exclamations  and  bnsincss. 

Alternately  splendid  and  mean,  Garrick's  real  nature 
was  not  easily  understood.  Mr.  Hedgcock  finds  some 
explanation  in  the  mingled  blend  of  his  ancestry: 

He  was  a  Celt  and  Anglo-Saxon  combined  ;  and  that  is  why 
he  was  so  successful  an  actor-manager.  That  also  explains 
why  he  was  careful,  even  parsimonious  at  times,  in  small 
matters,  but  ever  ready  to  faire  un  bean  geste  and  to  give 
freely.  "He  had,"  says  his  latest  biographer,  in  an  almost 
regretful  tone,  "a  beautiful  habit  of  sending  back  IOU's  with 
such  words  as  'I  beg  you  will  light  a  bonfire  with  the  en- 
closed' " — beautiful  indeed,  and  very  rare.  Johnson  declared 
that,  whenever  he  drew  Garrick's  attention  to  some  case 
of  distress,  he  always  received  from  him  more  than  from 
any  other  person,  and  always  more  than  he  expected  :  "Sir, 
he  was  a  liberal  man.  He  has  given  away  more  money  than 
any  man  in  England.  There  may  have  been  a  little  vanity 
mixed,  but  he  has  shown  that  money  is  not  his  first  object," 

Garrick  first  visited  Paris  in  1751.  He  went  again 
in  1756,  and  once  more  in  1763.  On  this  latest  occa- 
sion he  was  accompanied  by  his  wife: 

"The  actors  of  the  French  Comedy,  having  learned  on 
what  day  Garrick  was  to  reach  Paris,  awaited  him  at  the  inn 
nearest  to  the  gate.  There,  thanks  to  the  postillion's  care- 
lessness— he  had  been  well  paid  for  this  service — his  carriage 
broke  down.  Garrick  was  obliged  to  stop  at  the  inn,  where, 
as  it  happened,  a  wedding-breakfast  was  taking  place.  The 
married  couple  and  their  relatives  begged  him  to  take  a  seat 
at  their  table;  they  poured  him  out  a  glass  of  good  wine, 
of  which  he  was  very  fond.  Soon  he  forgot  his  anger  against 
the  postillion,  and  appeared  to  fall  in  so  frankly  with  the 
circumstances  that  the  actors  (for  it  was  they)  thought  him 
entirely  deceived  by  the  comedy  they  were  playing.  They 
were  no  little  surprised  when  Garrick,  waking  up  from  his 
pretended  intoxication,  hailed  each  of  them  by  his  name. 
The  praises  or  the  criticisms  in  the  public  prints  had  long 
furnished  him  with  the  qualities  and  the  defects  of  them  all. 
When  he  heard  them  he  guessed  the  name  of  practically 
every  one,  and  thus  recognized  people  he  had  never  seen." 

His  Continental  visit  was  extended  to  Italy,  and  with 
continued  favorable  greetings  and  entertainments : 

At  Naples  there  was  a  whole  colony  of  titled  English 
people;  and  Garrick,  who,  like  his  Shakespeare,  "dearly  loved 
a  lord,"  was  in  the  seventh  heaven  when  he  found  himself 
made  much  of  by  Lord  and  Lady  Spenser,  Lady  Orford,  Lord 
Palmerston,  and  others.  The  King  of  the  Two  Sicilies  in- 
vited him  to  his  court  and  allowed  him  to  put  to  the  test 
his  troop  of  improvvisatori.  Garrick  gave  them  the  sketch 
of  a  plot,  from  which  they  built  up  a  piece  and  acted  it  the 
next  day.  Thus  in  banquets  and  pleasure-parties  the  time 
passed  quickly  by. 

But  it  was  in  the  French  capital  that  the  visiting 
actor  was  the  centre  of  attraction.  The  book  recites 
many  passages  of  flattering  attention  from  distin- 
guished patrons  of  the  theatre,  as  well  as  from  his 
fellow-artists  in  a  foreign  country.  All  were  eager, 
not  merely  to  see  and  hear  him  speak  at  close  range, 
but  to  have  some  examples  of  his  acting  off  the  stage. 
This  at  a  dinner  with  Secretary  Neville,  of  the  English 
embassy : 

Mile.  Clairon,  who  was  present,  hoping  to  induce  her 
brother  actor  to  give  a  specimen  of  his  talent,  recited  some 
passages  from  Racine  and  from  Voltaire ;  then  she  begged 
Garrick  to  imitate  her  example  in  English.  He  did  not  re- 
fuse, and  delivered  the  soliloquy  from  "Hamlet,"  acted — that 
must  have  been  for  the  hundredth  time ! — the  dagger  scene 
from  "Macbeth,"  represented  without  words  Lear's  madness, 
and  related  how  he  had  learned  to  imitate  insanity  so  ex- 
actly :  "It  was  by  watching  one  of  his  friends  whom  the 
terrible  death  of  his  child,  let  fall  from  a  window,  had  sent 
mad.  He  imitated  the  wretched  father;  leaning  over  the 
back  of  a  chair,  he  pretended  to  play  gayly  with  his  baby, 
and,  after  a  time,  to  let  it  drop.  At  that  moment  his  looks, 
full  of  wildness  and  horror,  his  voice  broken  with  anguish, 
and  his  frightful  cries,  discomposed  all  the  spectators.  Tears 
ran  from  all  eyes;  and  Mile.  Clairon,  carried  away  by  her 
enthusiasm,  threw  her  arms  round  Garrick's  neck  and  kissed 
him. 

Not  always  was  Garrick  complaisant.  This  is  from 
the  journal  of  Colle,  the  song-writer  and  dramatic  au- 
thor : 

"On  Saturday,  January  5th  C1765)  I  entertained  to  dinner 
Garrick,  the  famous  English  actor,  whom  I  had  already  seen 
at  Paris,  fourteen  years  ago.  I  had  every  reason  to  flatter 
myself  that  he  would  give  my  wife  and  those  who  were 
dining  with  me  an  idea  of  his  talents  by  playing  a  few  scenes 
in  dumb-show,  for  which  one  would  not  need  to  understand 
English — a  thing  which  I  had  seen  him  do  on  his  first  visit 
here.  It  was  impossible  to  get  him  to  do  so.  He  turned 
bad-tempered,  and  was  so  sulky  that  we  had  the  gloomiest 
dinner  party  I  ever  was  at  in  my  life.  I  had  all  the  less 
reason  for  expecting  so  absolute  a  refusal  from  the  fact  that 
I  had  shown  him  much  politeness  in  advance,  a  thing  of  which 
I  repent." 


lich 
was 


Mme.  Necker  said  this  of  Garrick,  in  a 
Gibbon  declared  to  be  the  best  "tha 
written" : 

So  I  can  tell  my  friends  that  I  have  seen  that  unique  man  ; 
that  man,  who  is  the  admired  of  all  Euro'pe  and  the  delight 
of  his  friends.  Behold  him  as  he  is ;  but  the  painter  has 
seized  a  single  instant  and  I  have  imprinted  a  thousand  in 
my  head  and  in  my  heart.  I  shall  add :  to  him  I  owe  that 
sublime  engraving;  he  honored  me  with  his  friendship  and 
his  favors;  and  if  I  shed  torrents  of  tears,  when  he  played 
Hamlet  and  Lear,  I  shed  yet  more  copious  streams  when  I 
parted  from  him  and  his  charming  companion ;  their  fair 
picture  shall  be  ever  joined   to  all  my   feelings. 

I  will  travel  no  more ;  I  have,  in  Mr.  Garrick's  acting, 
studied  the  manners  of  all  men  and  I  have  made  more  dis- 
coveries about  the  human  heart  than  if  I  had  gone  over  the 
whole  of  Europe.  I  am  at  least  perfectly  certain  that  I 
should  have  seen  nothing  as  worthy  of  admiration,  of  respect 
and  of  attachment  as  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Garrick,  to  whom  I 
present  my  tenderest  respects. 

Jean  Monnet,  the  French  manager,  was  an  early  ad- 
mirer of  the  English  actor,  and  exchanged  letters  with 
him  for  several  years.  He  was  most  friendly  when 
Garrick  came  to  Paris,  and  in  a  practical  way: 

He  recommends  to  him  artists  and  musicians,  professors 
of  French,  professors  of  pyrotechnics,  jewelers,  valets,  and 
cooks.  Not  satisfied  with  attending  to  Garrick's  needs,  he 
procures  laces,  silk  petticoats,  embroidered  cuffs,  and  other 
fallals  for  Mrs.  Garrick  ;  he  sends  her  a  work  on  "The  Forty- 
Five  Ways  of  Dressing  the  Hair."  When  the  actor's  nieces 
come  to  France  to  complete  their  education  he  looks  after 
them,  and  when  Arabella  is  discovered  in  a  romantic  corre- 
spondence with  an  officer,  Monnet  protects  the  family  inter- 
ests and  obtains  restitution  of  the  letters.  Had  Garrick  de- 
sired to  remove  some  obnoxious  critic  or  rival  actor  from 
his  path,  Monnet  might  have  been  relied  on  to  carry  out 
his  desires.  After  the  busy  life  he  had  led,  the  ex-manager 
no  doubt  felt  the  hours  of  retirement  hang  heavy  on  his 
hands,  so  he  adopted  the  new  profession  of  Universal  Pro- 
vider to  his  English  friend.  He  must  have  almost  lived  for 
Garrick;  there  was  certainly  nothing  he  would  not  have  done 
to  prove  his  affection. 

Among  the  sketches  and  biographical  notices  of  the 
French  celebrities  of  the  time  the  reader  will  find  em- 
balmed a  mass  of  entertaining  anecdotes,  often  of 
those  who  now  exist  merely  as  names.  But  the  pic- 
tures of  Parisian  life  and  customs  are  always  of  value. 
The  city,  even  then,  had  long  held  a  position  of  su- 
periority in  manners : 

Thus  early  was  Paris  enthroned  as  the  Queen  of  Fashion, 
and  all  Englishwomen  who  took  life  and  dress  seriously 
varied  the  size  of  their  hats,  the  color  of  their  stockings, 
and  the  way  of  dressing  their  heads,  in  accordance  with  the 
vagaries  of  their  French  sisters.  As  to  hats,  the  ladies  of 
the  present  century  must  not  imagine  that  their  head-gear  has 
established  a  record  for  size.  The  Princess  Henrietta-Maria 
introduced  large  hats  in  1660,  when  paying  a  visit  to  her 
royal  brother;  at  once  they  were  all  the  rage.  Nell  Gwynn 
wore  one  on  the  stage  as  big  as  a  cart-wheel ;  this  was  in 
mockery,  but  the  female  mind,  ever  impervious  to  irony,  con- 
sidered it  "most  becoming,"  and  cart-wheels  became  the 
fashion. 

Then  there  were  patches,  first  in  favor  at  the  Court  of 
Charles  I,  revived  at  that  of  Queen  Anne,  and  worn  at  dif- 
ferent dates  during  the  eighteenth  century.  Very  useful,  no 
doubt,  for  hiding  an  obtrusive  pimple ;  slightly  ridiculous, 
perhaps,  when  cut  out  into  various  figures — stars,  suns,  hearts, 
crosses,  etc. ;  but  then  they  made  so  striking  a  contrast  with 
a  snowy  skin  !  Gloves  and  lace,  to  be  wearable,  had  to  come 
from  France  or  to  be  bought  at  the  French  houses  in  Covent 
Garden.  None  but  French  hose  were  worn,  and  "French 
garters!"  became  a  well-known  cry  in  the  streets  of  London. 

An  increase  of  ease  and  distinction  in  his  acting  was 
to  be  noted  on  Garrick's  return  to  London  after  this 
last  visit,  and  it  is  safely  assumed  that  his  relations 
with  his  friends  across  the  Channel  had  much  in- 
fluence upon  him : 

As  we  have  seen,  France  may  more  properly  claim  to  have 
taught  him  the  value  of  artistic  mounting  and  to  have  given 
him  the  taste  for  rich  and  picturesque  scenery ;  but,  in  imi- 
tating the  splendors  he  had  seen  abroad,  he  was  led  much 
more  by  a  desire  of  astonishing  and  attracting  the  public 
than  by  any  solicitude  for  realism  and  propriety.  Whilst  on 
the  other  side  of  the  Channel,  his  friends,  Mme.  Favart  and 
Mile.  Clairon,  Le  Kain  and  Caillot  were  initiating  a  move- 
ment in  favor  of  simplicity  and  authenticity  in  costume,  Gar- 
rick continued  to  follow  the  conventions  of  his  youth.  It 
is  true  that  at  London,  as  at  Paris,  the  great  hooped  petti- 
coats of  the  ladies  and  the  sepulchral  plumes  of  the  men 
tended  to  disappear,  but  Garrick  did  nothing  to  encourage 
the  movement  in  favor  of  historical  or  local  truth.  Till  the 
end  of  his  career  he  continued  to  play  Macbeth  in  the  cos- 
tume of  an  eighteenth-century  general,  and  he  left  to  his 
friend  Macklin  the  honor  of  initiating  a  more  reasonable  style 
of  dress. 

Much  study  and  delving  for  material  of  value  must 
be  credited  to  Mr.  Hedgcock,  and  his  book  will  deserve 
a  place  with  the  best  of  the  Garrick  biographies,  en- 
larging and  supporting  their  claims.  Sixteen  fine  por- 
traits, of  Garrick  in  famous  characterizations  and  of 
his  contemporaries,  dates  of  plays  and  productions,  a 
bibliography,  and  a  carefully  compiled  index  are  addi- 
tional features  of  the  work  that  bespeak  praise. 

David  Garrick  and  His  French  Friends.  By 
Frank  A.  Hedgcock,  Docteur  es  Lettres,  Paris.  New 
York:  Duffield  &  Co. 

There  arc  twenty-two  orphanages  in  the  Turkish 
empire,  conducted  by  Americans,  enrolling  3000  in- 
mates. In  connection  with  these  orphanages  an  indus- 
trial work  has  sprung  up  which  gives  employment  to 
over  10,000  people  in  addition  to  the  orphans.  The 
work  is  largely  done  by  widows  and  orphans  and  in- 
cludes rug  and  lace-making,  various  forms  of  em- 
broidery, and  other  domestic  work.  The  product  of 
these  institutions  finds  a  market  abroad. 


Smuggling  is  still  a  fine  art  at  Deal,  England.  Must 
of  the  smugglers  are  fishermen.  The  smuggling  is 
mainly  in  tobacco  and  spirits.  Smuggled  tobacco  is  in 
strong  request  throughout  the  agricultural  district  of 
eastern  Kent.  It  is  hard,  black,  powerful,  and  seems 
to  suit  the  local  palate. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Day  of  the  Saxon. 
General  Homer  Lea,  who  wrote  "The  Valor 
of  Ignorance,"  in  which  he  drew  a  dire  pic- 
ture of  the  fate  of  America  in  the  event  of 
a  war  with  Japan,  has  now  written  another 
volume,  in  which  he  argues  that  the  British 
empire  is  a  house  of  cards  likely  to  be  thrown 
down  by  the  first  breath  of  an  adverse  wind. 
It  may  be  so.  Empires  are  born,  culminate, 
and  die  by  very  much  the  same  laws  as  hu- 
man beings.  Material  organizations,  whether 
collective  or  individual,  are  not  immortal,  and 
inasmuch  as  all  nations  in  the  past  have  had 
their  day  and  ceased  to  be,  so,  we  may  sup- 
pose, will  be  the  course  of  history  in  the 
future. 

General  Lea's  book,  from  its  military  stand- 
point, must  be  judged  by  the  military  expert 
The  non-military  reader,  simply  because  he  is 
not  an  expert,  may  have  his  doubts  as  to  the 
conclusiveness  of  its  arguments.     He  will  be- 
lieve   that    the    movements    and    the    fate    of 
nations  are  not  to  be  predicted  by   the    same 
methods  of  precision  used  by  the  chemist  who 
foresees     the     behavior     of     elements     when 
brought  into   a  given  relationship,  or  of  the 
physicist  who  calculates  the  mutual  influence 
of  two  bodies  whose  positions  and  weights  are 
known  to  him.     The  chemist  and  the  physicist 
know  all  the  facts.     The  student  of  nations 
and   of  their  destiny  does  not  know   all   the 
facts,    and   if  he   is   a   military   expert  he   is 
prone  to  believe  that  the  situation  is  wholly 
governed  by  one  set  of  facts  only,  and  that  a 
limited   one.     Almost  necessarily  he  is  a  ma- 
terialist.    He  makes  no  allowance  for  the  hu- 
,  man  equation.     For  example,  does  General  Lea 
believe  that  he  could  have  predicted  the  re- 
sults of  the  Napoleonic  wars  without  a  knowl- 
edge  of   the   individual    genius    of   Napoleon, 
or  of  the  American  war  of  independence  with- 
out allowance  for  the  ability  of  Washington? 
Could  he  have  foreseen  the  results  of  these 
struggles    from    a    consideration    of    the    same 
factors  which  form  the  material  for  his  present 
volume,     such     factors    as    frontiers,    armies, 
navies,  and  armaments?     Of  course  he  could 
not,   and   we   may   assume   in    the   same   way 
that  the  wars  of  the  future  will  be  profoundly 
influenced  by  the  individualities  of  those  who 
direct  them,  and  these  can  not  be   foreseen. 
Indeed  it  is  safe  to  say  that  the  capacity  of 
the  leader  is  the  supreme  and  decisive  factor, 
and  one  that  may  easily  neutralize  all  others. 
The  results  of  wars  are  not  calculable  because 
human  genius  remains  as  the  unknown  condi- 
tion,  and   a  realization   of   this   gives  the   ap- 
pearance of  absurdity^  to  such  a  statement  as 
the    following,    for    example,    which    is    given 
with    the   impressiveness    of    an    axiom :      ''In 
an  empire  so  constructed  as  that  of  the  British, 
an   army   of  home   defense   becomes   an   army 
of  imperial  destruction.     A  foreign  army  on 
English    soil    becomes   the   sepulchre    of    the 
Saxon  race."     There  are  many  such  positive 
assertions    of    things    that    are    unknown    and 
unknowable.     The    author    somewhat    senten- 
tiously  remarks  that  cause  and  eiTect  are  not 
dice,  and  that  "God  does  not  gamble."     True, 
but  do  we  know  all  the  laws  of  God,  the  law, 
for    example,    that    enabled   Joan    of   Arc    to 
nullify   all   military   probabilities   and   all   con- 
ceivable  calculations  ?     And   the   fate   of   na- 
tions, is  determined  as  often  by  the  character 
of  an  individual  as  by  adverse  combinations, 
Dy   strategies,   and  by  armaments. 

General  Lea's  book  is  one  of  importance, 
but — let  it  be  said  without  offense — it  must 
Le  read  with  a  realization  that  its  author  is 
only  a  soldier.  That  is  to  say,  he  writes  from 
the  military  point  of  view,  and  therefore 
with  the  assumption  that  the  military  factors 
arrayed  by  him  for  our  consideration  are  the 
only  relevant  factors  that  exist.  But  they 
are  not  the  only  factors.  They  are  not  even 
the  most  important. 

New 


demnation.  Of  course  the  captain  wins,  and 
we  are  led  to  realize  that  Mary  is  a  very 
attractive  young  -woman  and  we  foresee  possi- 
bilities. 

Mr.  Lincoln  established  himself  as  a 
humorist  in  his  earlier  works,  but  his  humor 
is  now  richer  and  smoother  than  ever.  And 
he  gives  it  to  us  generously.  "The  Post- 
master" has  a  permanent  value.  It  is  one  of 
those  fresh  and  delightful  books  that  appeal 
to  the  permanences  of  human  nature. 

The  Postmaster.  By  Joseph  C.  Lincoln.  New 
York:   D.  Appleton  &  Co.;   $1.30  net. 


Guiana. 

In  this  new,  revised,  and  enlarged  edition 
of  "In  the  Guiana  Forest"  Mr.  Rodway  de- 
scribes a  part  of  the  world  whose  isolation 
is  likely  to  be  broken  by  the  completion  of 
the  Panama  Canal.  Mr.  Rodway  is  no  mere 
casual  traveler  who  hastens  to  embalm  his 
surface  impressions  in  a  volume.  He  tells 
us  that  this  volume  and  other  volumes  that 
have  preceded  it  are  the  fruit  of  forty  years 
and  that  his  knowedge  of  Guiana  is  that  of  a 
native.  Certainly  he  writes  of  it  as  one 
writes  of  one's  home.  He  describes  the  for- 
ests and  their  human  and  animal  denizens, 
the  rivers,  creeks,  swamps,  mountains,  and 
shores.  The  Guiana  Indian,  he  says,  from 
one  point  of  view  may  be  considered  to  have 
attained  perfection.  He  is  a  part  of  the  bal- 
ance of  nature.  He  exterminates  nothing, 
clears  no  great  tracts  of  land,  builds  no  cities, 
erects  no  monuments,  and  when  he  departs 
he  leaves  no  trace.  "Nowhere  perhaps  is 
the  fauna  of  such  an  ancient  type  so  well 
protected  and  so  perfectly  fitted  to  its  en- 
vironment, and  nowhere  can  we  study  man 
as  an  animal  so  well  as  in  the  Guiana  forest." 
Mr.  Rod  way's  volume  is  so  well  known 
that  there  is  no  need  to  do  more  than  wel- 
come the  new  edition  with  its  large  improve- 
ments. Even  better  than  before  it  deserves 
the  praise  allotted  to  it  by  Mr.  Grant  Allen 
as  "one  of  the  most  impressive  and  weirdly 
solemn  delineations  ever  limned  by  cunning 
hands  of  the  great  tropical  woodlands." 

In  the  Guiana  Forest:  Studies  of  Nature  in 
Relation  to  the  Struggle  for  Life.  By  James 
Rodway,  F.  L.  S.     Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co. 


The  Day  of  the  Saxon 
York:  Harper  &  Brothers; 


Bv  Homer  Lea. 
SI. 80  net. 


The  Postmaster. 

Mr.  Lincoln  steadily  improves  with  each 
new  story.  Some  other  writers  steadily  de- 
teriorate. "Cap'n  Warren's  Wards"  was  bet- 
l  er  than  any  of  its  predecessors,  but  "The 
Postmaster"  comes  at  the  head  of  the  list 
both  in  point  of  time  and  of  quality. 

The  ability  to  depict  a  distinctive  class  of 
the  community  is  no  small  one,  and  the  book 
that  can  do  this  is  sure  of  an  audience  and  an 
appreciative  one.  Mr.  Lincoln  has  introduced 
us  to  the  Cape  Cod  fisherman  and  we  seem 
to  know  all  about  him,  his  sterling  honesty, 
his  shrewd  humor,  and  his  warm  heart.  The 
hero  of  "The  Postmaster"  is  Captain  Zebulon 
Snow,  who  has  saved  enough  to  retire  from 
the  sea  and  who  registers  a  vow  that  he  will 
never  again  seek  active  employment  or  take 
a  wife.  So  far  as  the  first  vow  is  concerned. 
Captain  Zebulon  falls  from  grace  in  the  open- 
ing pages,  and  we  know  that  we  have  only 
to  wait  long  enough  for  his  complete  surren- 
der. But  the  chief  charm  of  the  story  is  not 
its  plot,  good  as  the  plot  is  and  well  elabo- 
rated. Mr.  Lincoln's  strength  is  in  the  de- 
piction of  Cape  Cod  life,  and  we  have  it  here 
to  perfection.  We  have  a  glimpse  of  village 
politics  with  nc  postnrnce  in  the  centre  of 
the  stage.  <  laptain  Zebulon  t~.i\  ors  Mar;, 
Blaisdel]  for  the  vacant  place,  while  his 
nent,  the  mr'or,  pulls  every  wire  at  his  com- 
mand for  a  worthless  scamp  whose  name, 
Abr'ms.    shou-d    have    been    a    sufficient    con- 


The  Pigeon. 
According  to  all  recognized  standards  Mr. 
Galsworthy's  play  ought  to  have  failed,  since 
it  has  neither  beginning,  culmination,  nor 
end,  and  while  it  certainly  presents  us  with 
a  problem  it  leaves  that  problem  cheerfully 
unsolved.  The  pervading  question  is,  What 
shall  we  do  with  our  undeserving  poor,  with 
the  shiftless  and  the  unreliable,  with  those 
who  have  none  of  the  continuity-  of  effort  that 
brings  success.  Must  society  support  them  or 
should  it  provide  for  them  a  lethal  chamber? 
In  other  words,  what  are  are  we  to  do  for 
the  man  who  seems  fated  to  go  to  the  devil? 
Shall  we  expedite  his  progress  or  make  futile 
efforts  to  retard  it  or  merely  let  him  go  his 
own  gait? 

The  play  has  been  produced  in  London  and 
New  York,  and  if  it  has  "made  us  think" — a 
phrase  usually  employed  by  those  who  are 
congenitally  incapable  of  thought — the  results 
of  the  cerebral  processes  are  not  evident. 
Perhaps  its  spectators  were  content  to  be 
amused  by  the  brilliant  dialogue  and  the 
happy  impersonations  and  to  "let  it  go"  at 
that. 

Certainly  it  is  witty  and  amusing.  The 
"pigeon"  is  Christopher  Wellwyn,  an  artist, 
who  is  himself  enough  of  a  vagabond  to  sym- 
pathize with  all  other  vagabonds.  What  are 
we  to  do,  he  asks  of  his  remonstrating  daugh- 
ter, with  a  problem  that  is  "so  jolly  compli- 
cated." One  adviser  tells  him  to  give  to  the 
state  all  that  he  can  in  order  that  the  unde- 
serving may  become  deserving.  Another 
would  have  him  support  private  organizations 
for  helping  the  deserving  and  damn  the  unde- 
serving, while  the  clergyman  would  have  him 
do  a  little  of  both.  Wellwyn  is  still  uncertain 
and  perplexed  when  the  curtain  drops,  and 
so  are  we  all.  But  there  can  be  no  doubt 
that  the  play  is  a  good  one. 

The  Pigeon.  By  John  Galsworthy.  New  York: 
Charles  Scribner's  Sons;   60  cents  net. 


Concentration  and  Control. 

President  Van  Hise,  of  the  University  of 
Wisconsin,  describes  his  volume  as  "a  solu- 
tion of  the  trust  problem  in  the  United 
States."  We  may  doubt  if  the  problem  has 
been  altogether  solved  by  a  volume  of  three 
hundred  pages,  however  much  we  may  ad- 
mire the  terse  presentation  of  facts,  the 
ability  shown  in  their  consideration,  or  the 
courage  with  which  the  enigma  is  faced.  And 
the  courage  is  mingled  with  an  admirable 
prudence.  There  are  so  many  reformers  now- 
adays who  can  solve  the  trust  or  any  other 
problem  over  an  after-dinner  cigar  that  it  is 
a  relief  to  find  such '  numerous  recommenda- 
tions to  caution  and  to  an  anxious  considera- 
tion of  each  step  on  a  road  where  a  false 
move  may  spell  disaster. 

Concentration,  says  the  author,  can  not  be 
prevented  by  law.  nor  can  competition  be  en- 
forced by  the  same  means.  The  Sherman  Act 
has  iried  to  do  the  impossible,  and  as  a  re- 
stilt  it  is  generally  violated,  to  the  detriment 
of  all  law.  But  if  concentration  and  co- 
operation are  to  be  allowed,  and  apparently 
they    must   be    allowed,    it   becomes   the    duty 


of  the  state  to  insist  upon  "fixing  prices." 
Both  capital  and  labor  must  be  brought  under 
the  control  of  the  government  through  the 
creation  of  trade  commissions  that  will  be  en- 
trusted with  the  regulation  of  prices  and  with 
general  supervisory  powers  somewhat  similar 
to  those  of  the  commissions  now  governing 
public  utilities  in  various  cities. 

It  is  a  large  order.  The  remedy  might  be 
worse  than  the  disease.  It  means  more  gov- 
ernment instead  of  less,  more  laws,  more 
officials,  and  therefore  more  opportunities  for 
undue  influences,  for  sectional  pressure,  and 
from  the  evils  from  which  officialism  is  never 
free.  It  means  more  of  those  "crimes"  in 
which  the  moral  law  is  not  obviously  involved, 
and  we  have  too  many  of  these  already. 

The  fixing  of  prices  is  a  tremendous  ex- 
periment to  which  there  is  no  sufficient  guid- 
ance in  the  control  of  public  utilities  by  mu- 
nicipalities. It  is  true,  as  the  author  says, 
that  the  Romans,  as  well  as  later  peoples, 
tried  to  fix  the  price  of  commodities,  but  we 
have  the  impression  that  those  efforts  were 
usually  failures.  But  President  Van  Hise's 
book  may  be  allowed  to  speak  for  itself.  It 
can  not  fail  to  be  useful,  whether  we  accept 
his  conclusions  or  not. 

Concentration  and  Control.  By  Charles  R. 
Van  Hise.  New  York:  The  Macmilfan  Company; 
$2  net. 

London's  Underworld. 
This  book  by  Mr.  Thomas  Holmes  is  one 
of  the  most  terrible  that  has  yet  seen  the 
light.  But  it  is  terrible,  not  because  of  its 
sensationalism,  not  because  there  is  any  wish 
that  it  should  be  terrible,  but  because  it  is  a 
statement  of  facts  by  a  man  who  knows  all 
of  them  and  who  is  actuated  by  nothing  more 
startling  than  a  warm  sense  of  human  fra- 
ternity. 

Mr.  Holmes  is  peculiarly  well  able  to  tell 
us  of  the  inferno  that  flourishes  in  the  under- 
world of  London.  For  years  he  was  the  best 
known  of  police  court  missionaries,  the  last 
resort  of  the  magistrate,  the  last  hope  of  the 
human  derelict.  He  is  now  the  secretary  of 
the  Howard  Association,  a  man  who  can  see 
straight,  think  strongly,  and  feel  deeply,  more- 
over a  man  without  fear  or  favor.  The  Lon- 
don slums  are  allowed  to  remain  because  they 
pay,  because  their  rentals  are  higher  than 
those  of  palaces,  because  their  removal  would 
be  an  interference  with  vested  interests.  The 
first  remedy  is  to  burn  these  reeking,  stinking 
hives  of  misery,  the  second  is  the  strong  hand 
of  compulsion  upon  those  whom  conditions 
have  robbed  of  their  humanity.  Farm  colo- 
nies, tenement  regulation,  measures  of  obvious 
decency  and  common  sense  are  among  his 
panaceas.  Doles  are  of  no  value.  The  Sal- 
vation Army  has  failed,  both  religiously  and 
economically.  Its  conversions  mean  little,  and 
to  fill  a  hungry  stomach  is  of  small  value  un- 
less something  be  done  to  change  causes.  And 
nothing  is  done  to  change  causes. 

Mr.  Holmes  is  under  no  illusions.  He 
knows  the  tramp  and  the  ne'er-do-weel  at  a 
glance.  In  London,  he  tells  us,  there  are 
50,000  women  who  never  earn  more  than 
three  cents  an  hour,  whose  whole  existence  is 
slavery  and  starvation.  And  it  takes  a  long 
time  to  kill  them  even  at  that  Mr.  Holmes 
seems  to  have  no  other  motive  than  to  state 
the  facts,  and  he  deals  with  averages  rather 
than  with  extremes.  But"  the  reader  is  likely 
to  ask  himself  how  long  it  will  be  before  this 
career  destroys  the  civilization  that  not  only 
tolerates  it  but  that  nourishes  it  as  a  source 
of  wealth. 

London's  Underworld.  By  Thomas  Holmes. 
New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co. 


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George  Wendern  Gave  a  Party. 
Modern  finance  and  the  international  mar- 
riage play  equal  parts  in  Mr.  Inglis's  novel, 
but  we  are  not  sure  if  there  are  many  Ameri- 
can heiresses  such  as  Katharine  Fitter  who 
are  anxious  to  marry  a  lord  from  a  stern 
sense  of  duty.  Katharine  is  very  much  in 
love  with  George  Wendern,  a  wealthy  Aus- 
tralian, but  she  decides  to  marry  the  impe- 
cunious Lord  Derbyshire  because  it  would  be 
so  fine  a  thing  to  rebuild  his  ruined  old  castle, 
mend  the  fences  of  his  tenants,  and  finance 
a  family  that  owns  ancient  armor  and  whose 
ancestors  did  things  in  the  world.  Katharine 
is  anxious  not  to  be  misunderstood.  She  is 
not   socially   ambitious : 

"You  think  it  vulgar  of  me,  'snobby,'  as  the 
English  people  love  to  say.  I  heard  it  in  your 
voice  just  now  when  you  said  I  wanted  to  be  a 
peeress.  I  do  in  a  way,  but  it  isn't — snobby,  or 
vulgar;  it's  because  being  one  is  part  of  it — part 
of  the  things  that  are  historical — the  things  with 
which  I  want  to  be  identified." 

But  Katharine  fails  to  convince  us.  We 
fear  that,  after  all,  she  must  be  a  little  snobby, 
although,  to  be  just,  she  repents  as  soon  as 
Lord  Derbyshire  comes  into  a  fortune  and 
so  is  independent  of  the  American  dollars. 

George  Wendern  himself  is  the  best  char- 
acter in  the  story-  Dreamy,  chivalrous,  and 
unsuspicious,  he  allows  himself  to  be  placed 
on  the  directorate  of  a  swindling  syndicate. 
The  failure  of  the  syndicate,  his  own  ruin 
through  a  lawsuit,  and  his  rejection  by  Miss 
Fiffer  come  almost  simultaneously  and  with 
crushing  force.  With  only  the  vaguest  ideas 
of  money  values,  he  finds  to  his  horror  that 
a  number  of  poor  people  who  had  been  at- 
tracted by  his  name  will  be  ruined,  and  when 
he  awakes  to  the  further  fact  that  he  will 
not  be  able  to  pay  them  after  inviting  them 
to  a  supper  party  for  that  purpose  he  pro- 
poses to  make  the  somewhat  ineffective 
amends  of  suicide.  Whether  the  clouds  ever 
roll  away  in  real  life  with  the  suddenness 
and  unanimity  with  which  they  pass  away 
from  George  Wendern's  sky  is  a  matter  of 
doubt,  and  so  perhaps  it  is  well  that  they 
should  do  so  in  a  novel.  Indeed  we  expect 
nothing  less  of  them. 

Mr.  Inglis  knows  his  characters  and  their 
proper  surroundings,  and  his  manner  of  tell- 
ing a  story  is  far  above  the  average. 

George  Wendern  Gave  a  Party.  By  John  In- 
glis. New  York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons;  $1.25 
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Swinburne. 
Professor  George  Edward  Woodberry's 
little  volume  on  Swinburne  will  satisfy  the 
most  enthusiastic  of  the  poet's  admirers. 
Liberty,  melody,  passion,  fate,  nature,  love, 
and  fame  are,  he  says,  the  seven  chords  which 
Swinburne's  hand  has  "swept  now  for  two 
score  years  with  music  that  has  been  blown 
through  the  world."  He  has  enriched  Eng- 
lish literature  with  "music  never  heard  be- 
fore," with  the  most  stately  tragedies  of  his 
time,  and  with  its  most  imaginative  romantic 
poem  of  passion.  That  Swinburne  should  be, 
to  some  extent,  still  unappreciated  at  his  full 
value  is  something  of  a  puzzle.  Perhaps  the 
revolutionary  passion  of  his  earlier  work  has 
something  to  do  with  'this.  It  was  not  sur- 
prising to  himself,  for  "the  poet,  like  all  men 
of  simple  greatness,  is  free,  it  would  seem, 
from  the  desire  for  applause."  Nevertheless 
there  are  here  and  there  a  few  '"in  whose 
hearts   his  poetry  is  lodged  with  power." 

Swinburne.      By     George     Edward     Woodberry- 
New  York:  The  Macnullan  Company;  $1.25  net. 


The  Permanent  Uncle. 

Certainly  Mr.  Goldring  has  written  an  un- 
usual story  and  introduced  us  to  an  unusual 
girl,  and  just  at  a  time  when  we  had  sup- 
posed that  there  are  no  new  types  of  girls 
awaiting  discovery.  The  girl  is  Joanna  Fair. 
She  is  about  eighteen,  and  the  curtain  goes 
up  while  she  is  in  the  act  of  running  away 
from  her  guardians,  and  for  good  reasons, 
too. 

Fortunately  for  Joanna  she  falls  into  the 
hands  of  Tim  Kingston-Campbell,  who  has 
just  quarreled  with  his  wife  about  nothing  in 
particular  and  separated  from  her.  Tim  is  a 
good  boy  and  he  hastens  to  share  his  new 
responsibility  with  Christopher  Barnstable,  a 
fine,  if  somewhat  eccentric,  old  gentleman 
who  is  the  discoverer  and  proprietor  of 
"Barnstable's  Purgatols,"  an  invaluable  do- 
mestic remedy  whose  true  functions  in  life 
are  indicated  by  its  name.  So  Tim  and 
Mr.  Barnstable  undertake  the  safeguard- 
ing of  Joanna,  and  that  she  may  be 
preserved  from  her  former  guardians  they 
spirit  her  away  to  France.  Their  vari- 
ous journeys  do  not  matter  very  much,  but 
the  surprising  unconventionalities  of  Joanna 
are  an  unceasing  joy.  She  is  an  entirely  de- 
lightful girl ,  but  her  frankness  makes  our 
flesh  creep.  When  she  is  invited  by  a  casual 
male  acquaintance  to  enter  a  restaurant  at  a 
F^nch  port  she  declines  on  the  ground  that 
.vhere  the  'demies'  go,  you  know."  She 
sublime  unawareness  that  any  particular 
.  y  attaches  to  her  friends'  bedrooms, 
i-_  the  freedoms  of  her  toilet  must  have 
her   a    most    interesting   traveling   com- 

fcnen.     And  when   at   last   Joanna   becomes 

■gaged  we  find  her  telling  her  lover  within 
two  minutes  of  acceptance  that  "I've  decided 


already  on  the  name  of  our  son,"  which 
naturally  encourages  the  said  lover  to  ask 
how  many  children  she  proposes  to  have. 
And  Joanna  says,  "Oh,  three  or  four."  But 
we  like  Joanna  and  we  like  the  story  that 
tells  about  her.  It  is  frank,  sincere,  and 
humorous. 

The  Permanent  Uncle.     Bv  Douglas  Goldring. 
New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


Odd  Numbers. 
Shorty  McCabe  is  of  opinion  that  num- 
bers of  queer  people  are  to  be  met  in  New 
York  and  that  the  nature  of  their  queerness 
becomes  apparent  if  we  will  only  give  them 
a  chance  to  disclose  it.  There  can  be  no 
doubt  of  the  truth  of  this,  but  then  we  are 
usually  so  suspicious  of  the  confidence  man 
and  others  of  his  ilk  that  we  back  away  in- 
stinctively from  the  tentative  acquaintance- 
ships that  might,  if  we  would  but  allow  them, 
supply   first-rate  copy. 

But  Shorty  McCabe  is  an  ex-pugilist  with 
physical  culture  offices  on  Forty-Second 
Street,  and  doubtless  he  feels  that  he  can 
take  care  of  himself  and  so  allow  the  ordi- 
nary encounters  of  life  to  develop  at  their 
will.  In  this  way  he  meets  with  a  wealthy 
Westerner  and  helps  him  to  buy  a  particularly 
gorgeous  hat  for  his  wife  and  then  learns  that 
the  wife  has  been  dead  for  some  years  and 
that  the  hat  is  a  post-mortem  offering  to  be 
laid  with  many  millinery  predecessors  upon 
her  tomb.  Decidedly  the  Westerner  was 
queer,  and  there  are  others,  a  whole  series 
of  them,  of  whom  Mr.  McCabe  tells  us  with 
a  wealth  of  juicy  and  illuminating  slang  for 
which  we  can  not  be  sufficiently  grateful.  The 
stories  remind  us  somewhat  of  O.  Henry,  and 
that  is  equivalent  to  saying  that  they  are 
very  good. 

Odd  Numbers.  By  Sewell  Ford.  New  York: 
Edward  J.   Clode;    $1.25  net. 


Rome. 
The  miracle  of  the  Roman  power  is  the 
subject  of  the  volume  allotted  to  Mr.  W. 
Warde  Fowler,  M.  A.,  in  this  late  addition 
to  the  Home  University  Library.  Mr.  Fowler 
asks  how  and  why  a  single  city  on  the  west- 
ern coast  should  succeed  in  building  up  a 
great  power  in  Italy  independent  of  Greece, 
and  how  this  single  city-state  contrived  to 
weld  together  the  whole  Mediterranean 
civilization  so  as  to  give  it  several  centuries 
of  security  from  its  enemies  in  the  north  and 
east.  Mr.  Fowler  answers  these  questions  in 
a  volume  that  is  marked  alike  by  historical 
knowledge  and  by  clarity  of  style.  His  work 
is  one  of  the  best  in  a  series  that  contains 
nothing   commonplace. 

Rome.      By    W.    Warde    Fowler,    M.    A.      New 
York:  Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  50  cents  net. 


The  Chinese  Revolution. 
Since  Mr.  Arthur  Judson  Brown  writes  un- 
der the  apparent  inspiration  of  the  missionary 
movement  he  may  appropriately  be  reminded 
of  the  injunction  against  bearing  false  witness 
against  his  neighbor.  Why  so  elaborate  and 
ignorant  a  tissue  of  slander  of  the  Chinese 
people  should  be  expected  to  advance  the 
cause  of  Christianity  it  is  hard  to  say,  but 
the  author  does  at  least  convince  us  that 
among  the  worst  enemies  of  religon  are  many 
of  its  advocates. 

The  Chinese  Revolution.  By  Arthur  J. 
Brown.  New  York:  Student  Volunteer  Move- 
ment; 75  cents  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 

Basil  King,  author  of  "The  Street  Called 
Straight,"  is  a  San  Francisco  visitor  this 
week.  His  latest  novel  as  a  serial  attracted 
many  readers,  and  now  in  book  form  it  is 
easily  first  among  best  sellers.  It  is  a  strong, 
artistic   story. 

During  the  last  thirty  years  of  the  late 
Mikado's  life  he  never  allowed  a  day  to  pass, 
it  is  said,  without  writing  at  least  one  poem, 
and  his  poetry  ranked  much  above  the  ordi- 
nary, as  was  to  be  expected.  The  court  poet 
is  an  old  man,  who  was  in  constant  attend- 
ance on  the  emperor,  and  the  two  discussed 
their  favorite  subject  daily. 

"Will  Adams,  the  First  Englishman  in 
Japan,"  a  unique  and  interesting  book,  has 
been  out  of  print  for  thirty  or  forty  years, 
but  its  memory  remains.  Those  fortunate 
enough  to  have  read  it  will  be  interested  to 
learn  that  a  memorial  to  Adams  was  unveiled 
by  the  British  ambassador  on  June  16  over 
the  grave  in  Tokyo  where  the  famous  pilot 
lies  beside  his  Japanese  wife.  Will  Adams, 
who  was  a  navigator,  landed  in  Japan  in  1600 
and  was  kept  in  the  country  by  the  emperor 
on  account  of  his  knowledge  of  ships.  He 
was  presented  with  an  estate,  was  not  al- 
lowed to  return  to  England,  where  he  had  a 
wife   and  family,   and   died   in  Japan   in   1620. 

A  sequel  to  "The  Lady  of  the  Decoration" 
is  to  appear  in  the  fall.  It  tells  what  hap- 
pened to  "The  Lady"  after  she  married  Jack. 

Mary  Ridpath  Mann,  author  of  "The  Un- 
official Secretary,"  is  the  daughter  of  John 
Clark  Ridpath,  the  historian,  on«  of  Indiana's 
distinguished  men.  Through  her  father  she  is 
descended  from  Samuel  Mathews.  Colonial 
Governor  of  Virginia,  and  through  her  mother 
is  connected  with  many  of  the  well-known 
families  of  the  Old  South.  She  did  her  col- 
lege work  and   received  her  Master   of  Arts 


PALL  MALL 

FAMOUS  CIGARETTES 


A  Shilling  m  London 
A  Quarter  Here 


degree  at  the  De  Pauw  University,  Green- 
castle,  Indiana.  Shortly  after  leaving  college 
she  was  married  to  Charles  W.  Mann,  head 
of  the  history  department  of  Lewis  Institute 
in  Chicago,  and  after  his  early  death  took  up 
professional  work. 

Book  lovers  will  mildly  regret  the  passing 
of  the  familiar  English  copyright  phrase  "En- 
tered at  Stationer's  Hall."  Shakespeare  en- 
tered his  plays  there,  and  the  record  of  Sir 
Philip  Sidney's  "Arcadia"  stands,  as  well  as 
that  in  1569  of  a  "boke  entituled  Ewclide." 
But  by  the  new  copyright  law,  which  went  into 
force  July  1,  this  ceremony  is  no  longer  neces- 
sary. 

George  Middleton,  the  dramatist,  and  au- 
thor of  plays  produced  by  Julia  Marlowe, 
Margaret  Anglin,  and  others,  is  spending  the 
summer  at  Senator  La  Follette's  farm  in 
Madison,  Wisconsin,  putting  the  finishing 
touches  on  a  new  volume  of  plays  which  will 
deal  mainly  with  phases  of  the  social  and 
economic  problems  of  the  day.  Plays  from 
his  other  volume,  "Embers,"  published  by 
Holt  &  Co.,  have  been  produced  by  the  Toy 
Theatre  in  Boston  and  other  special  organiza- 
tions over  the  country,  and  productions  are 
arranged  for  next  year  by  the  Marple  Society 
in  England.  Mrs.  Middleton  (Fola  La  Fol- 
lette)  is  busy  campaigning  Wisconsin  in  the 
interest  of  woman  suffrage. 


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Southern 
Pacific 


San  Francisco 

Flood  Bldg..  Palace  Hotel.  Ferry  BIdg. 
Phone,  Keamy  3  1 60 
Third  and  Townsend  Streets 
Phone,  Kearny  180 

Oakland 

Broadway  and  13th  Street 
Phone,  Oakland  162 


SANTA  CRUZ  AND 
MOUNTAIN  RESORTS 

Pleasure  places  innumerable. 

BYRON  HOT  SPRINGS 
For  rest  and  comfort. 

DEL  MONTE  CARMEL  AND 
MONTEREY  BAY  POINTS 

With  hotel?,  parks.  17-mile  drive,  beaches, 

polo,  golf,  tennis. 

PASO  ROBLES  HOT  SPRINGS 

"Any  one  can  get  well  here."— Admiral 
Evans. 

SANTA  BARBARA 
The  Mission  City. 

LOS  ANGELES  BEACHES 
Bathing  the  year  around. 

CATALINA  ISLAND 

Deep-Sea  Fishing— Glass  Bottom  Boats. 

YOSEM1TE 

One  of  the  wonders  of  the  world. 

LAKE  TAHOE 

Anything  from  "roughing  it"  to  luxury. 

APPLEGATE  ALT  A.  TOWLE 
AND  CISCO 

Eishing,  Rest,  and  Recreation. 

SIMS.  CASTELLA  AND 
CASTLE  CRAG 

Where  Mountain  Trout  abound. 

SISSON 

Trail  tor  Mt.  Shasta. 

KLAMATH  LAKE 

iloataml  stage  trip  to  Crater  Lake.    K>g 
Lake  Trout. 

YELLOWSTONE  PARK 

"Wonderland"  wli<--r.>  Geysers  gusb. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10..  1912. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Burial  of  the  Queen, 
carried    her   down   with   singing, 
With  sieging  sweet  and   low, 
Slowly    round   the   curve   they    came. 
Twenty    torches    dropping    flame, 
The    heralds   that   were  bringing   her 
The  way  we  all  must  go. 

'Twas   master   William  Dethick, 

The    Garter    King   of  Arms, 
Before  her   royal   coach    did    ride, 
With   none  to   see  his    Coat  of   Pride, 
For  peace   was  on   the  country-side, 

And    sleep    upon    the    farms; 

Peace    upon    the    red    farm, 

Peace    upon    the    gray, 
Peace    on    the    heavy    orchard    trees. 
And    little    white-walled    cottages, 
Peace  upon  the  wayside, 

And    sleep    upon    the    way. 

So    master    William    Dethick, 

With    forty   horse  and  men, 
Like  any  common  man  and  mean 
Rode  on   before  the   Queen,   the    Queen, 
And — only   a   wandering  peddler 

Could    tell    the    tale   again. 

How,   like  a  cloud  of  darkness, 

Between   the  torches  moved 
Four  black  steeds   and   a  velvet  pall 
Crowned    with    the  -Crown    Imperiall 
And — on  her  shield — the  lilies. 

The  lilies  that  she  loved. 

Ah,    stained   and   ever  stainless. 

Ah,    white    as   her  own   hand, 
White   as  the  wonder  of  that  brow, 
Crowned  with    colder  lilies   now, 
White  on   the  velvet  darkness, 

The  lilies  of  her  land! 

The  witch    from   over  the    water, 

The   fay   from  over  the  foam, 
The  bride  that   rode  thro'   Edinbro*   town 
With  satin  shoes  and  a  silken  gown, 
A  queen,  and  a  great  king's  daughter — 

Thus  they  carried  her  home. 

With  torches  and  with  scutcheons, 

Unhonored   and  unseen, 
With   the  lilies   of  France  in   the  wind   a-stir. 
And  the  Lion  of   Scotland  over   her, 
Darkly,  in  the  dead  of  night, 

They  carried  the   Queen,   the   Queen! 
— Alfred    Noyes,    in    Blach&ood's    Magazine. 


The  Artist. 
He   shut  his  door,    and   mingled   with    the    throng. 
A  smile,  a  something  vivid,  young,  half-wild, 
A   gleam  of  understanding  in  his  eyes, 
All-tolerant,     all-wise, 
Drew   a   man   to   him.     As   they   swung  along, 
A  woman  joined  them;   last,  a  child. 

And  to  all  these  that  day  was  passing  sweet; 
For  now,   at  last,  the  man   had   found   a   friend, 
The  woman   love,    the  child   a    fairyland; 
Each   yearning,    dumb    demand 
Of  each  he  heard,   and   could   divinelier   meet 
Than  any   dream.      The  day   had   end. 

So  through  the  sunset  came  they  to   his  door, 
he    fell  silent,   smiling  still,  withal, 
But  looking  past,   and  through  them,   "Let  us 

come," 
They    cried,    "into  your  home! 
Friendship — the   Future — Love  we  hold  in  store 
For  you,   who  taught  us  of  them  all!" 

But  he,   as  one  who   marveled,    said,    "What  need 
Have    I    of   these,    who   dwell    with    them    apart? 
Behold     now,     and     farewell!" — They     looked 
,  and   there 
A  room   showed,    small    and   bare; 
Nought  could  they  see  within  it  .    .    .  save,  indeed, 
The  tools  wherewith  he  shaped  his  art. 

— V.   H.  Friedlacnder,   in   the  Atheneutn. 


ROSTAND    AND    HIS    TEACHER. 


In  a  public  school  in  Marseilles  about 
thirty  years  ago  there  was  an  exceptionally 
brilliant  pupil,  a  boy  whose  parents  destined 
him  for  the  law.  The  teacher  had  singled 
him  out  for  special  observation  because  of 
the  unusual  qualities  he  had  observed  in  him. 
But  one  day  the  teacher  was  astonished  to 
notice  that  thi  s  star  pupil  was  paying  no 
attention  to  the  lesson  he  was  striving  to 
drive  home.  "Boy,"  he  called,  "what  are  you 
doing?"  "Nothing,  sir,"  came  the  usual  re- 
ply. "Then  come  here,  boy,  and  bring  with 
you  that  copybook  in  which  I  see  you 
writing."  The  boy  rose  and  carried  the  copy- 
book, somewhat  reluctantly,  to  the  master's 
desk.  The  teacher  put  on  his  glasses  and 
read  what  the  pupil  had  been  writing  when 
he  ought  to  have  been  attending  to  the  lesson. 

"Indeed  !"  commented  the  teacher.  "Writing 
a  play,  are  you?  So  this  is  the  way  you 
are  wasting  your  parents'  money !  This  is 
how  you  are  pursuing  your  studies!  If  you 
want  to  write  plays  you  must  write  them  in 
your  spare  time  and  not  in  school  hours.  Go 
back  to  your  seat  and  write  me  200  lines  of 
Virgil.  This  book  is  confiscated."  "But,  sir 
— please,  sir  ■"  protested  the  boy.  "Don't 
stand  there  arguing,  boy.  Do  as  I  tell  you  at 
once."  The  boy  went  back  to  his  seat,  crest- 
fallen and  smarting  under  the  loss  of  his 
brain-child.  This  boy  left  school  and  went 
to  the  University  of  Paris,  there  to  complete 
his  studies  of  the  law.  He  continued  to 
write  plays,  but  in  his  spare  time  and  not  in 
study  hours.  While  studying  for  his  degree 
he  wrote  an  essay  on  "Sentimental  and 
Naturalistic  Fiction"  in  competition  for  a 
prize  offered  by  the  Academy  of  Marseilles. 
It  won  the  v  "ize.  The  master  also  left  the 
school.     He,   too.   was   drawn   by   the  drama, 


not  as  a  writer  of  it,  however,  but  as  a  critic. 
While  still  in  school  he  wrote  under  an 
assumed  name  and  made  this  name  famous. 
Pupil  and  master  are  today  at  the  head  of 
their  respective  branches  of  literature  in  Eu- 
rope. The  boy's  name  was  Edmond  Rostand, 
the  teacher's  name  Rene  Doumic.  Soon  after 
Rostand  left  school  one  of  the  theatres  ac- 
cepted from  him  a  little  play  called  "Le  Gant 
Rouge."  It  had  a  short  run,  and  most  of 
the  critics  were  unmerciful  to  it.  But  there 
was  one  who  wrote  friendly  lines  about  it 
and  signed  them  Rene  Dorlac  To  this  critic 
young  Rostand  wrote  a  letter  of  thanks  for 
his  encouragement.  And  the  critic  answered 
him  in  a  personal  letter,  signing  himself,  not 
Rene  Dorlac,  but  Rene  Doumic  In  the  letter 
he  said :  "I  was  interested  to  recognize  in 
'Le  Gant  Rouge'  a  piece  which  was  already 
familiar  to  me,  though  when  I  first  read  it — 
in  a  class-room  at  the  Lycee  Stanislas — it  was 
entitled  Xes   Petits  Traits.'  " 

Thus  did  the  play  which  he  had  confis- 
cated in  school — and  undoubtedly  returned 
when  Rostand  had  finished  writing  those  two 
hundred  lines  of  Virgil — come  again  to  his 
notice,  and  thus  did  Doumic  hold  out  a  help- 
ing hand  to  a  debutant  j'outh  in  whom  he 
saw  signs  of  promise,  while  all  the  other 
critics  damned  his  first  effort.  Rostand's  ca- 
reer from  that  date  onward  has  justified  the 
faith  of  his  old  school  teacher.  He  has  not 
written  much,  but  "Cyrano  de  Bergerac," 
"L'Aiglon,"  "Chantecler,"  "Les  Roman- 
esques." are  sufficient  to  give  him  a  high 
place  in  literature.  And  the  teacher,  Rene 
Doumic  has  won  a  hardly  less  eminent  posi- 
tion, for  there  are  many  who  would  call  him 
the  greatest  dramatic  critic  of  the  day.  Ros- 
tand became  an  "immortal,"  a  member  of  the 
Academie  Francaise.  A  few  years  later  Rene 
Doumic  was  elected  to  that  august  body,  and 
it  fell  to  the  lot  of  Rostand  to  welcome  his 
former  school  teacher  when  he  took  his 
chair  under  the  cupola  of  the  institute. 

*•*» 

FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Last  "Week  of  the  Gilbert-Sullivan  Operas. 

The  success  of  the  season  of  Gilbert  and 
Sullivan  opera  at  the  Cort  Theatre  has  been 
truly  phenomenal,  and  capacity  houses  have 
prevailed  during  the  past  week  as  in  the  two 
weeks  previous.  The  notable  nature  of  the 
company  and  production  have  made  for  this 
success.  The  fact  remains  uncontrovertible 
that  San  Francisco  has  never  had  light  opera 
interpreted  in  such  admirable  fashion  as  it 
is  being  furnished  by  the  star  cast  from  the 
New  York  Casino. 

The  fourth,  and  what  must  be  the  final, 
week  of  the  engagement  of  this  organization 
starts  with  Sunday  night's  performance  of 
"The  Pirates  of  Penzance,"  which  will  mark 
the  last  presentation  of  this  popular  Gilbert 
and  Sullivan  opera. 

On  Monday  and  Tuesday  nights  "The  Mi- 
kado1' will  be  the  bill.  The  production  of  this 
opera  during  the  first  week  of  the  engage- 
ment created  something  approaching  a  furor. 
Popular  "Pinafore"  will  be  given  at  the 
Wednesday  matinee  and  on  Wednesday  and 
Thursday  nights,  while  Friday  is  to  be  given 
over  to  satirical  "Patience."  The  engage- 
ment will  terminate  with  the  matinee  and 
evening  performances  of  Saturdaj-,  August 
17.  when  "The  Mikado"  will  be  repeated. 

De  Wolf  Hopper,  Blanche  Duffield,  Eugene 
Cowles,  George  MacFarlane,  Kate  Condon, 
Arthur  Aldridge,  Viola  Gillette,  Arthur  Cun- 
ningham, Alice  Brady,  and  Louise  Barthel 
will  be  seen  in  the  same  roles  interpreted  by 
them  in  the  previous  productions  of  the  Gil- 
bert and   Sullivan   masterpieces. 


Second  'Week  of  "The  Melody  of  Youth." 
The   fourth   week  of  the  James  K.   Hackeit 
season   at   the   Columbia   Theatre   begins   with 
the  performance  of  "The  Melody  of  Youth" 
on   Monday  night,  August  12. 

The  new  Irish  comedy  from  the  pen  of 
Brandon  Tynan  has  proved  a  genuine  success, 
and  it  is  certain'}*  played  to  perfection  by 
Mr.  Tynan,  Mr.  Hackett,  Mrs.  Whiten,  Miss 
Cahill,  Mr.  Holland,  and  the  other  brilliant 
players  of  the  cast. 

The  three  acts  of  the  play  are  now  in  per- 
fect form,  and  since  the  opening  night  have 
undergone  some  material  changes  making  for 
the  betterment  of  the  work.  As  it  now 
stands,  "The  Melody  of  Youth"  is  one  of  the 
most  attractive  offerings  of  the  Hackett  sea- 
son. It  is  crowded  with  laughs,  and  there 
are  dramatic  situations  which  call  for  excep- 
tionally fine  work  on  the  part  of  those  in  the 
cast.  The  big  scene  of  the  third  act  between 
Tynan,  Miss  Cahill.  and  Mr.  Lane,  never  fai'.s 
to  receive  recognition  for  its  dramatic  per- 
fection. The  final  performance  of  "The  Mel- 
ody of  Youth"  is  announced  for  Saturday 
night.  August  1".  There  will  be  matinees 
Wednesday  and  Saturday.  The  Wednesday 
matinee  will  be  given  at  bargain  prices. 


The  Comine  Orpheum  Programme. 

The  Orpheum  offers  for  next  week  a  bill 
of  surpassing  excellence. 

W.  H.  St.  James,  who  will  be  remembered 
for  his  acting  with  Dustin  Farnurn  in  "Cameo 
Kirli>"  and  as  the  Squire  in  "Way  Down 
East,"  will  appear  in  a  comedy  playlet  by 
Byron  Ongley  entitled  "A  Chip  of  the  Old 
Block."     Mr.  Ongley  is  the  author  of  "Brew- 


ster's Millions"  and  co-author  of  "The  Ty- 
phoon." In  his  latest  effort  he  is  said  to  pre- 
sent a  most  amusing  character  in  the  person 
of  a  father  who  is  delighted  that  his  son  sin- 
cerely flatters  him  by  imitating  him  in  every 
way.  Mr.  St.  James  is  inimitable  in  this 
amusing  role.  He  will  have  the  support  of 
John  Moore,  Walter  Jenkins,  J.  C.  Davis,  and 
Laura  Dacrc 

Charley  Case,  "the  fellow  who  talks  about 
his  father,"  will  be  a  droll  feature  of  the 
coming  bill.  Quite  a  while  has  elapsed  since 
his  last  visit  here,  but  he  is  still  remembered 
as  one  of  the  most  enjoyable  of  monologists. 

William  Burr  and  Daphne  Hope,  favorites 
at  the  English  music  halls,  come  with  a 
clever,  melodious,  and  enjoyable  skit,  "A 
Lady,  a  Lover,  and  a  Lamp."  They  are  ex- 
cellent singers   and   amusing   comedians. 

Martin  Johnson's  wonderful  South  Sea 
Islands  Travelogue  will  be  exhibited  for  the 
first  time  in  this  city,  and  its  engagement  is 
limited  to  one  week.  Mr.  Johnson  was  the 
only  man  that  left  San  Francisco  with  Jack 
London  on  his  famous  little  45-foot  yacht, 
Snark,  that  remained  on  the  entire  voyage, 
spending  two  and  a  half  years  among  the 
islands  of  the  South  Pacific,  making  photo- 
graphic records  of  their  uncivilized  in- 
habitants. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Chick  Sale 
in  his  comedy  protean  entertainment ;  Lydia 
Nelson  and  her  boys  and  girls,  and  Kathi  Gul- 
tini,  "the  Lady  Juggler."  It  will  also  be  the 
final  one  of  Bertha  Kalich,  the  great  actress. 
who  is  repeating  the  brilliant  success  in  this 
city  she  scored  in  New  York.  Mme.  Kalich 
has  created  quite  a  furor  by  her  artistic  and 
thrilling  impersonation  of  the  French  Creole, 
Toinette,  in  the  one-act  drama,  "A  Light  from 
St.  Agnes."  

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

The  attendance  at  the  Pantages  Theatre  is 
unusually  good  this  week,  the  bill  being  of  a 
particularly  attractive  sort,  including  Taylor 
Granville's  very  realistic  scenic  production. 
"The  Hold-Up."  with  its  wonderful  train  ef- 
fects ;  the  imitator  of  famous  composers,  Wil- 
helmi,  and  his  Imperial  Yacht  Orchestra ;  the 
"All  Star  Trio,"  who  sing  the  old  and  new 
songs ;  Alice  Barry,  the  doll  comedienne ;  the 
Jankowsky  troupe  of  acrobats ;  Howard  and 
Dolores,  ragtime  singers,  and  Bankoff  and 
Belmont,  versatile   dancers. 

Another  carefully  prepared  programme  will 
be  offered  on  Sunday,  when  San  Franciscans 
will  have  an  opportunity  of  laughing  at  Frank 
Bush,  who  is  one  of  tie  best  story-tellers  and 
character  impersonators  on  the  vaudeville 
stage.  The  Tokio  Miyako  Troupe,  the  first 
Japanese  to  play  the  Pantages  circuit,  are 
said  to  present  the  most  astounding  gymnastic 
act  on  the  road.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Mor- 
ris, well  and  favorably  known  on  the  legiti- 
mate stage,  who  are  taking  a  little  "flyer" 
into  vaudeville,  will  offer  their  playlet,  "The 
Lady  Down  Stairs."  The  Three  Madcaps, 
English  acrobatic  dancing  girls,  will  go 
through  some  hurricane  terpsichorean  evolu- 
tions that  are  said  to  be  as  graceful  as  they 
are  unique.  The  Clipper  Quartet,  who  couple 
their  harmonies  with  clean  comedy,  will  ap- 
pear for  the  first  time  here,  and  the  Mayers, 
a  singing  and  dancing  couple,  will  also  be  in- 
troduced. A  special  feature  w7ill  be  an  inter- 
national cake  walk,  under  the  direction  of 
Gertrude  Eulalie,  in  which  couples  repre- 
senting the  most  important  nations  will  have 
an  old-fashioned  competition.  Sunlight  pic- 
tures will  complete  the  bill. 


On  Sunday  night,  August  IS,  comes  "Baby 
Mine,"  the  great  Margaret  Mayo  laugh- 
maker,  with  Marguerite  Clark  and  Ernest 
Glendinning  in  the  cast.  It  will  be  remem- 
bered that  this  merry  comedy  opened  the 
Cort  Theatre  last  September. 


Captains  and  First  Mates 

Skippers  and  first  mates  of  the  ships  on 
land  are  the  men  who  man  the  trolley 
cars.  Conductors  and  motormen,  yet  none 
the  less  sponsors  for  their  ships,  they  play 
a  big  part  in  the  business  and  social  life 
of  the  city. 

Without  the  street-cars  there  could  be 
no  great  growth  of  a  modern  city ;  with- 
out the  captains  and  first  mates  cars  would 
be  useless.  One  depends  on  the  other, 
and  the  interests  of  city,  street-car  com- 
pany and  carmen  are  so  intermingled  that 
each  is  a  permanent  factor  in  the  growth 
of  the   future. 

Here  in  San  Francisco  2000  of  these 
captains  and  first  mates  are  in  the  service 
of  the  United  Railroads,  piloting  the  cars 
back  and  forth,  back  and  forth,  day  after 
day,  month  after  month,  come  rain  or 
shine,  blow  high  or  low. 

Ever  thought  of  it  in  that  light  before? 
Few  people  have  ever  had  occasion  to  give 
much  thought  to  the  question,  anyhow.  It 
is  the  business  of  the  public  to  board  a 
street-car  and  reach  an  objective  point  as 
soon  as  possible.  Yet  it  is  of  interest  to 
the  public  to  know  that  2000  trained  men 
are  engaged  every'  day  in  transporting  be- 
tween 400,000  and  500,000  people  up  and 
down  town  and  across  town. 

They  must  be  ever  alert,  keen-eyed  and 
ready  to  face  emergencies.  In  their  keep- 
ing are  the  lives  of  their  passengers.  Ac- 
cidents will  occur,  but  how  many  are 
averted  in  a  single  day  by  the  watchful- 
ness and  quick-thinking  of  the  carmen 
can  not  even  be  estimated.  Let  any  one 
pass  an  hour  any  day  on  a  busy  street,  ob- 
serving the  carloads  of  people  who  come 
and  go,  and  he  will  not  only  think  more 
hereafter  about  street-car  affairs,  but  he 
will  become  converted  to  the  opinion  that 
pedestrians  and  passengers  plunge  head- 
long into  risks  without  reason.  Many  a 
dangerous  accident  is  averted  daily  by  the 
car  crews  because  people  miscalculate  or 
hurry  along  without  due  regard  to  ap- 
proaching cars,  but  the  public  never  hears 
of  such  cases.  It  learns  only  of  the  acci- 
dents that  do  occur. 

Conductors  are  required,  before  thej-  are 
given  a  car,  to  know  all  about  their  streets, 
transfers,  number  of  electric  switches  on 
their  run,  and  many  other  things  of  which 
the  public  knows  nothing.  This  the  com- 
pany demands.  The  public,  in  turn,  takes 
it  for  granted  that  the  men  are  gifted 
with  encyclopaedic  information.  It  asks 
many  interesting  and  many  amusing  and 
some  aimless  questions  every  day.  If  any 
difference  of  opinion  arises,  too  generally 
the  public  assumes  that  the  carmen  are 
always  wrong.  At  times  they  are  in  the 
wrong,  but  conductoring  a  car  on  a  busy 
line  is  enough  to  try  the  temper  of  a 
saint.  Not  all  men  are  temperamentally 
fitted  for  the  job.  There  is  a  department 
where  all  properly  registered  complaints 
are   promptly    investigated. 

And  the  first  mate — the  motorman? 
There  is  a  sign  which  reads,  "Do  Not 
Talk  to  the  Motorman."  He  has  plenty 
to  do  to  keep  a  lookout  and  attend  to  his 
car.  But  people  do  talk  to  the  motorman 
and  distract  his  attention.  He  may  re- 
spond and  he  may  not.  If  he  doesn't, 
somebody  mutters  something  about  "un- 
civil employees."  If  he  does  respond, 
somebody  else  may  complain  that  he  isn't 
attending  to  his  duties. 

No  system  is  perfect,  no  man  is  per- 
fect, and  the  best  that  can  be  done  is  to 
aim  to  do  everything  a  little  better  than 
ever  before.  That  is  the  aim  of  the 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


91 


"THE  MELODY  OF  YOUTH." 


Whether  or  not  his  new  play,  "The  Melody 
of  Youth,"  succeeds,  Mr.  Brandon  Tynan  has 
been  fortunate  enough  to  have  it  tried  under 
the  most  favorable  auspices.  I  rather  sus- 
pect that  Mr.  Hackett  is  a  friend  worth  hav- 
ing ;  I  further  suspect  that  the  generous  try- 
out  he  has  given  "The  Melody  of  Youth" 
reveals  the  possession  of  qualities  more 
creditable  to   his   heart  than  to   his   head. 

It  is  always  interesting  to  see  the  try-out 
of  a  new  play,  whether  or  not  it  is  a  good 
one,  the  presumption  being  established  in 
advance  that  absolutely  impossible  plays  do 
not  have  any  chances  taken  on  them.  And 
here  was  Mr.  Tynan's  play,  with  the  mag- 
nanimous star  playing  a  secondary  role,  and 
giving  the  first  and  most  romantic  one  to  the 
young  author.  And  here  was  a  first-class 
company,  fairly  teeming  with  talent  and  rich 
experience,  impersonating  a  group  of  char- 
acters  in  the  best  style  of  the   art. 

Furthermore,  the  play  was  mounted  pret- 
tily, and  even  expensively.  Did  you  mark, 
neighbor,  the  realism  and  solidity  of  the 
trunk  and  boughs  of  that  fruit-tree  in  bloom, 
and  the  pinky  profusion  of  its  blossoms?  It 
was  a  climbable  tree,  too,  placed  there  to 
shed  soft  flickering  shadows  and  a  rosy  glow 
on  the  first  timid  openings  of  a  little  love- 
plant. 

Lucky  Brandon  Tynan !  It  was  probably 
one  of  the  happiest  nights  of  his  life.  Here 
was  a  young  man  with  a  picturesque  Irish 
name,  acting  the  principal  role  in  his  own 
picturesque  Irish  play,  to  the  music  of  audible 
approbation  from  the  audience.  And  a  young 
man,  too,  at  that  pleasant  time  of  life  when 
the  eyes  are  large  and  soulful  and  every  hair 
on  the  head  still  belongs  to  the  union  that 
keeps  baldness  at  bay.  Fortunate,  happy  Mr. 
Tynan!  To  have  the  felicity  of  himself  in- 
terpreting the  role  upon  which,  next  to  that 
of  the  prettily  willful  heroine,  he  had  most 
spent  himself.  And  to  have  the  joy  of  seeing 
these  darlings  of  his  brain  in  the  hands  of 
such  players  as  James  K.  Hackett,  E.  M. 
Holland,  Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen,  and  Mrs. 
Eva  Vincent,  and  quaintly  costumed  and  set 
in  a  wood-paneled  interior,  starred  with 
many  candle  flames,  which  happily  suggested 
the  days   of  the   eighteen-thirties. 

And  the  audience!  Rustling  and  laughing; 
or  silent  and  absorbed  in  the  right  places. 
Welcoming  eagerly  the  tiniest  jokelet,  giving 
a  storm  of  approbation  to  the  full-grown 
jokes.  Calling  for  the  author,  calling  for  a 
speech. 

And  there  was  old  Mrs.  Hilperty,  she  of 
the  sententious  discourse  with  a  rich  mor- 
tuary flavor.  The  audience  established  her 
as  a  creation.  The  old  lady,  as  interpreted, 
and  ably  so,  by  Mrs.  Eva  Vincent,  made  "a 
hit,  a  very  palpable  hit."  Happy  music  to 
an  author's  ears !  To  listen  to  an  audience 
firmly  placing  his  character  creation  upon  its 
pedestal. 

How  beautiful,  how  auspicious  it  all 
sounds  !  What  an  interesting  gamble  is  this 
business   of  the   theatre! 

I  am  of  the  opinion  that  Mr.  Hackett  has 
lots  more  joy  in  life  than  all  the  Belascos 
and  Frohmans  going.  He  takes  more 
chances,  he  seems  to  be  more  generous  and 
free-handed  in  his  attitude  to  his  fellow- 
players,  and  to  aspiring  playwrights,  and 
probably    wins    more    enthusiastic    friendships. 

For,  in  spite  of  all  this  auspicious  begin- 
ning, it  looks  very  much  as  if  Mr.  Tynan 
will  have  to  emulate  Bunthorne,  and  write 
"Hollow  !  Hollow  !  Hollow  !"  as  an  epitaph 
to  all  these  favorable  auguries  attending  the 
premiere   of  "The   Melody  of  Youth." 

Perhaps  neither  he  nor  Mr.  Hackett  has 
any  illusions.  Perhaps  they  know  the  psy- 
chology of  an  audience  recnforced  with 
friends  and  paper.  Perhaps  the  nimble  blue 
pencil  has  already  begun  its  deadly  worH. 
For  there  is  much  to  do  and,  after  it  is  done, 
there  is  not  enough  solidity  left  to  "The 
Melody  of  Youth"  to  make  much  of  a  play. 
Mr.  Tynan  could  very  truly  s*y  that  he  is  not 
trying  to  write  a  solid  play.  Its  keynote  is 
intended  to  be  prettiness,  quaintness,  old- 
fashioned    romance. 

For  that  reason  the  author  has  set  the 
time  in  the  'thirties,  and  has  sought  to  give 
a  quaintly  contemporaneous  flavor  to  the  dia- 
logue. He  has,  however,  been  careless  in 
writing  the  lines,  as  witness  sudden  descents 
into  the  vernacular  of  the  twentieth  century 
when  the  pretty  heroine  says,  "I'm  not  built 
that  way."  Still,  he  has  succeeded  in  cre- 
ating an  atmosphere  that  is  not  of  the  present 
day.  although  such  expressions  as  "Glory  be 
to  God  !"  are  rather  overworked. 


He  has  also  succeeded  in  the  effect  of  the 
family  background,  with  the  wholesome,  so- 
licitous mother,  and  the  two  dour  seniors 
casting  infelicitous  counsel  'and  unsympa- 
thetic admonition  across  the  bright  pathway 
of    headstrong    youth. 

But  boil  down  "The  Melody  of  Youth"  to 
its  bones  and  what  of  it  then?  Here  it  is: 
A  pretty,  willful  girl,  under  the  guardianship 
of  a  divinity  student,  is  importuned  by  many 
suitors.  As  punishment  for  the  mad  esca- 
pade of  running  off  with  a  couple  of  ad- 
mirers to  a  ball  unchaperoned,  in  a  Rosalind 
Ganymede  costume,  and  the  further  sin  of 
persuading  another  slip  of  girlhood  to  accom- 
pany her,  her  young  guardian  sentences  her 
to  solitary  confinement  (excepting  for  the 
judicial  presence  of  himself)  in  the  country 
home  of  the  family.  Here  the  would-be  stern 
guardian,  unknowing  the  nature  of  the  rest- 
less happiness  that  is  possessing  him,  begins 
to   neglect   his   books   and  talk   of  love. 

To  this  Paul  and  Virginia  seclusion  come 
several  suitors,  one  of  whom,  being  too  im- 
portunate in  his  demonstrations,  is  the  means 
of  a  quarrel,  which  ends  in  a  challenge. 
The  last  act  is  devoted  to  the  gradual  dis- 
covery by  the  divinity  student  that  it  is  he, 
and  not  the  dashing  blade  with  whom  he  is 
to  fight,  that  the  perverse  beauty  loves,  and 
so  divinity  goes  to  the  wall  and  love  rules. 

I  forget  what  stopped  the  duel.  It  doesn't 
matter.  The  last  act  is  so  unconsciously  long 
that  the  mind  was  absorbed  in  wondering  at 
just  what  point  the  curtain  would  fall,  and 
such  details  as  that  receded  into  dim  per- 
spective. As  may  be  seen,  the  play  is  thin 
and  the  "conflict"  of  tradition  bobs  up  fit- 
fully. Mr.  Tynan,  of  course,  is  too  diffuse. 
I  concluded,  the  other  night,  that  they  must 
have  been  perfectly  aware  that  there  was 
much  to  blue-pencil,  but  that  they  decided  to 
let  the  public  verdict  settle  as  to  what  was 
to  go. 

For  the  important  characters  are  fearfully 
talky;  and  yet,  in  spite  of  the  floods  of  con- 
versation, I  found  I  was  very  ignorant  as 
to  the  true  relations  of  the  characters.  Either 
the  author  neglected  these  points,  or  else  he 
showed  himself  a  tyro  in  the  inconspicuous- 
ness  with  which  he  supplied  information.  I 
thought  for  a  long  time  that  the  two  girls 
were  sisters,  and  do  not  yet  know  what  is 
the  relationship  between  the  madcap  heroine 
and  Mrs.  Powers  (and,  consequently,  Mrs. 
Powers's  daughter),  at  whose  house  she 
lived.  Nor  do  I  know  why  Pastor  Knox  was 
so  much  at  home  there,  ordering  tea  and 
other  refreshments,  and  receiving  guests  with 
the  air  of  a  host.  Nor  do  I  know  why  An- 
thony Beresford,  the  student  and  guardian,  is 
received  like  a  son  at  the  home  of  Mrs. 
Powers  (Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen),  and  Mrs. 
Hilperty  like  a  grandmother.  Nor-do  I  know 
why  Pastor  Knox  (billed  as  "supervisor"  of 
the  student)  is  not  Father  Knox,  since  An- 
thony is  studying  to  be  a   Catholic   priest. 

These  things  may  seem  trifling  details,  but 
if  there  is  any  point  upon  which  an  audience 
wishes  to  be  an  fait  before  the  complications 
of  the  drama  begin  it  is  concerning  the  rela- 
tions of  the  characters  to   each  other. 

There  is  not  enough  business  supplied  to 
the  characters,  and  the  restlessness  of  the 
two  inexperienced  young  actresses  in  the  first 
act  as  they  endeavored  to  convey  the  idea 
of  panic  was  rather  trying.  All  the  conversa- 
tions are  interminable.  They  could  easily  be 
cut  in  half.  Mr.  Tynan  should  immediately 
follow  the  method  of  Turgenev,  who  always 
wrote  his  novels  first  at  length  and  then 
went  ruthlessly  over  them,  eliminating  every- 
thing superfluous.  As  a  result  they  are  mas- 
terpieces. 

The  characters  in  "The  Melody  of  Youth" 
have  a  tendency  to  resplendence  of  rhetoric. 
Cathleen,  in  that  midnight  conversation  in 
the  last  act,  when  we  were  all  thinking  un- 
easily of  bedtime,  compares  "the  silent 
shadow  of  priesthood  to  the  feverish  glitter 
of  the  world." 

There  are  unnecessary  characters.  Mr.  Sly 
could  be  left  out.  E.  M.  Holland  played  the 
character  and  didn't  get  a  laugh.  How  we 
ached  when  rich  and  racy  lines  did  not  fall 
to  his  share.     Oh,  waste  and  desecration  ! 

There  are  too  many  arguments  and  dis- 
cussions. Who  wants  to  hear  a  dry,  snuffy 
old  ecclesiastic  talk  about  love?  In  the  last 
act,  when  curtain-time  was  near,  of  all  things, 
the  ethics  of  dueling  came  up.  This  gave 
Will  Walling  his  only  chance,  but  the  thread 
of  the  story  hung  slack  for  many  minutes. 
There  are  many  little  crudities ;  in  the  en- 
tirely unnecessary  incident,  for  example,  of 
Phi  1  O'Grady  following  Mary,  who  laugh- 
ingly pretends  to  be  the  coquette  Cathleen, 
the  rudeness  of  the  young  buck,  when  lit 
discovers  his  mistake,  is  unnecessarily  of- 
fensive. 

There  are  many  careless  expressions : 
"Ructions,"  "Mr.  Beresford  is  not  in,  for  he 
went  out" ;  and  the  triteness  of  Cathleen's 
comments  on  a  heaven  with  a  damp  eleud 
and  a  crown  that  doesn't  fit ;  or  Cathleen's 
advice  to  Anthony  to  discard  "that  dirty  black- 
suit."  In  the  wrong  place,  dirty  is  an  of- 
fensive word. 

One  of  the  best  lines  in  the  play  is  a  mono- 
syllable.    Here  it  is : 

Anthony    (falling    in    love) — I    don't    know 
what's  the   matter   with  me. 
Cathleen    (roguishly) — Spring. 
The  author  has  romance  and  beauty  for  his 


standard ;  he  is  trying  to  give  us  a  picture 
colored  with  the  quaintness  and  old-fashioned 
charm  of  the  past,  of  a  madcap  coquette  sub- 
dued by  that  miracle,  the  birth  of  love,  re- 
flected from  the  ardent  heart  of  purity  and 
unworldliness.  He  tries  hard,  and  in  mo- 
ments he  almost  succeeds.  The  spring  scene, 
however,  has  too  much  bustle  and  interrup- 
tion around,  and  at  all  times  the  mental 
processes  are  too  slow.  What  do  you  think 
of  a  tete-a-tete  kindly  manipulated  for  the 
young  couple  at  somewhere  about  1 1  :30  being 
taken  up  by  such  topics  as  whether  he  likes 
his  tea  or  has  an  appetite?  Or  "would  he 
come  to  her  deathbed  to  absolve  her  from  her 
sins?"  And  then  with  drooping  interest  we 
saw  them  embarking  upon  a  discussion  of 
the   hereafter. 

At  this  point  the  transbay  contingent  firmly 
rose  and  went  ferrywards  and  bedwards. 

Blue-pencil,  Mr.  Tynan,  blue-pencil!  Your 
young  man  is  as  slow  as  molasses  in  coming 
to  a  head  in  that  last  scene. 

But  I  think  authors,  young  ones  particu- 
larly must  always  feel  a  tender  regret  in 
corking  off  their  eloquence  at  the  high-light 
scenes.  It  is  like  a  lover  taking  leave  of  his 
best  beloved. 

I  saw  a  pretty  sight  that  night.  It  was 
Beatrice  Beckley,  sitting  in  a  box,  fresh, 
youthful,  with  her  own  hair  simply  arranged 
d  la  vierge,  twice  as  pretty  as  she  was  with 
her  high-colored  wig  and  underscored  eyes  in 
"The  Grain  of  Dust."  She  was  looking  at 
Hackett  whenever  he  was  on  the  stage,  with 
the  player's  interest,  the  associate's  sympathy, 
the  wife's  affectionate  pride.  It  was  a  little 
play  by  itself  and  I  enjoyed  it  far  more  than 
I  did  the  play  behind  the  footlights. 

Hackett  did  very  well,  but  no  role  had  any 
meat  to  it  save  that  of  the  young  pair  and 
Mrs.   Hilperty — she   of  the  mortuary  tastes. 

As  for  Mrs.  Thomas  Whiffen,  save  that  she 
was  like  an  old-fashioned  picture  in  her 
flowered  muslins  and  lace  caps,  she,  like  Mr. 
Holland,   was   thrown   away. 

If  Miss  Lily  Cahill  is  as  young  as  she 
looks  she  deserves  credit  for  her  work  as 
the  heroine.  Marred  by  many  crudities,  and 
somewhat  in  need  of  toning  down,  weak  in 
its  more  emotional  scenes,  and  merely  a 
rough  sketch,  as  one  might  say,  still  the  young 
lady  has  something  of  a  Blanche  Bates  tem- 
perament, and  ought  to  make  good  in  light 
work.  Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


MME.   KALICH  AT  THE  ORPHEUM. 


In  spite  of  what  would  seem  to  be  a  dia- 
bolical conspiracy  against  her,  Mme.  Bertha 
Kalich  succeeds  in  presenting  this  week  at 
the'Orpheum  an  unforgettable  stage  picture, 
a  powerful  and  artistic  character  impersona- 
tion. Author,  producer,  and  stage  manager 
have  combined  to  embarrass  and  obscure  the 
work  of  the  actress.  In  theme,  situation,  and 
movement,  the  play  proves  the  dramatic  in- 
stinct, the  imagination,  the  practiced  skill  of 
its  author.  It  might  well  be  one  act  of  a 
great  drama,  the  culmination  of  a  longer 
story  of  passion,  sorrow,  and  death.  That 
terrible  scene  from  "Oliver.  Twist,"  the  final 
struggle  of  Bill  Sikes  and  Nancy,  is  reset  in 
this,  with  new  elements  and  inspiration  that 
lift  it  above  mere  animalism.  But  with  origi- 
nality and  power  at  his  command  the  author 
has  chosen  to  put  the  moving  lines  of  his 
play  in  a  French  creole  dialect,  necessarily 
spoken  rapidly,  that  reaches  the  understand- 
ing and  appreciation  of  few  in  the  audience. 
For  the  settings  of  the  play  the  producer  has 
drawn  without  stint  on  theatrical  resources. 
They  are  distinctive  and  complete,  yet  the 
entire  play  is  given  without  illumination 
stronger  than  the  feeble  rays  of  a  candle 
on  the  stage,  and  not  only  the  scenery  but 
the  faces  and  movements  of  the  actors  are 
hidden  in  the  gloom.  Once  begun,  the  action 
of  the  play  moves  steadily,  with  increasing 
force,  but  before  a  word  is  spoken  there  is 
a  long  wait,  broken  only  by  the  thunder  and 
rainfall  of  a  stormy  night  and  then  a  weak, 
unanswered  tap-tapping  at  the  door  of  the 
cabin.  This  is  evidence  of  ill-advised  deter- 
mination on  the  part  of  the  stage  manager 
of  the  play.  There  is  no  suggestion  of  terror 
or  impending  tragedy  in  the  opening  dia- 
logue between  the  priest  and  'Toinette,  and 
the  effects  mentioned  would  have  no  sup- 
port even  under  more  favorable  conditions. 
In  a  vaudeville  theatre  they  merely  invite  the 
expression  of  cheap  wit  from  the  gallery. 
The  long  silences  in  "Madame  Butterfly"  are 
covered  with  pictorial  action,  and  even  the 
gallery  spectator  will  not  interrupt  interesting 
motion.     Near  to  nature,  he  abhors  a  vacuum. 

Mme.  Kalich  accepts  these  embarrass- 
ments and  obstructions  as  mere  tests  of  her 
art,  and  wins  in  spite  of  them.  Perhaps,  had 
her  fame  not  preceded  her  coming,  many 
might  have  perceived  but  dimly,  and  then 
only  on  reflection,  that  a  great  actress  had 
given  them  half  an  hour  of  marvelously  sus- 
tained illusion,  without  a  false  note,  but  not 
one  impressionable  observer  leaves  the  the- 
atre without  having  laid  away  in  his  memory 
a  firmly  drawn,  harmoniously  colored,  and 
haunting  picture.  It  is  a  matter  of  regret 
with  those  who  are  able  to  measure  her 
power  of  expression,  her  ability  of  charac- 
terization, with  but  little  more  than  chosen 
gifts  of  speech  and  tone  in  evidence,  that 
the  personality  of  the  actress,  her  face,  her 
presence,  are  never  clearly  shown  in  the  play- 


her 

the 


nes 
de- 


At  the  end,  lying  dead  at  tl 
degraded  mate,  the  reflected 
chapel  window  streams  over 
which  she  has  fallen,  but  ;!•■ 
down  and  shuts  in  the  sc<  a 
tails  can  be  grasped. 

"A  Light  from  St.  Agnes"  gives  the  last 
chapter  in  the  story  of  an  unfortunate  who 
has  long  been  one  of  the  objects  of  a  good 
sister's  ineffectual  ministrations.  A  priest 
comes  to  the  cabin  of  'Toinette  and  her  man, 
Michel,  to  tell  of  the  charitable  one's  death 
and  to  bring  a  crucifix  which  she  has  sent 
with  her  last  words.  Michel,  a  drunken  ruf- 
fian, interrupts  the  interview  and  drives  the 
priest  away.  'Toinette  joins  in  Michel's 
sneers  at  the  church,  but  with  remorseful 
promptings  hides  the  crucifix,  and  speaks  of 
the  dead  sister,  now  on  her  bier  in  the  chapel, 
watched  by  four  nuns.  Michel  has  peered 
into  the  church  and  noted  the  jeweled  cross 
that  lies  on  the  breast  of  the  dead.  The 
thought  that  the  costly  symbol  is  guarded 
"iily  by  women  and  may  be  easily  seized  and 
carried  away  comes  into  his  brain,  and  he 
prepares  for  the  theft.  'Toinette  tries  to  dis- 
suade hiin,  and  warns  him  that  the  church 
bell  will  sound  the  alarm.  He  says  he  will 
first  cut  the  rope,  and  finding  him  determined 
'Toinette  begs  to  be  allowed  to  do  this  in 
his  aid.  Instead  of  cutting  the  rope  she  rings 
the  bell,  and  quickly  returns  to  meet  the  pun- 
ishment   for   her   treachery. 

Mme.  Kalich  is  the  'Toinette,  cattish  in 
tone  and  temper,  till  the  sacrilege  proposed 
by  Michel  arouses  her  better  impulses.  But 
there  are  no  mock  heroics  in  her  sacrifice 
and  death. 

John  Harrington  plays  Michel,  and  is  an 
able  second  to  the  star.  An  actor  less  capable 
would  make  the  character  more  repulsive  and 
weaken    its    dramatic    appeal. 

George  L.  Shoals. 


Liebler  &  Co.  announce  that  the  original 
New  York  cast  of  "Pomander  Walk"  will  be 
seen  here.  The  notable  success  is  booked  for 
the  Columbia  Theatre. 


The  Italian-Swiss  Colony's  Tipo,  Zinfandel 
and  Burgundy  are  California's  finest  red 
wines.      They   are   sold   everywhere. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


O 


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HACKETT  SEASON-First  time  on  any  stage  a 
new  play  by  Booth  Tarkington  entitled  "A  Man 
on  Horseback." 


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August  10.  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


fast  the  woman's  movement  does 
spread,  to  be  sure.  From  every  part  of  the 
world  come  reports  of  resistance  to  male 
tyranny,  of  an  assertion  of  feminine  independ- 
ence, of  the  declaration  of  undying  principles. 
It  seems  that  it  must  do  good  to  some  one  in 
ihe  long  run,  as  the  saloon-keeper  remarked 
while  watching  the  Salvation  Army. 

Take  Mombasa,  for  instance.  As  heaven  is 
our  witness  we  have  only  the  vaguest  idea 
where  Mombasa  is,  but  it  is  abreast  of  the 
limes.  Mombasa,  it  seems,  is  in  a  state  of 
revolt  because  the  Portuguese  governor  has 
had  the  audacity  to  interfere  with  the  pre- 
vailing feminine  fashions,  has  had  the  ef- 
frontery to  say  what  women  shall  or  shall  not 
wear.  It  is  fortunate  for  the  governor  of 
Mombasa  that  the  Rev.  Dr.  Anna  Shaw  is  so 
far  away.  Dr.  Shaw  said  it  made  her  blood 
boil  when  one  of  the  telegraph  companies  po- 
litely asked  its  female  employees  to  throw 
on  a  few  articles  of  clothing  before  coming 
to  work.  And  what  she  wou.d  say  to  the 
governor  of  Mombasa  had  best  be  left  to  the 
imagination. 

Indeed  the  governor's  offense  was  very  simi- 
lar to  that  of  the  telegraph  company.  He 
said  that  al!  women  must  henceforth  wear 
skirts.  He  did  not  say  what  kind  of  skirts, 
whether  harem,  sheath,  or  hobble.  Some 
concession  must  be  made  to  individual  taste. 
The  personal  equation  must  be  allowed  for. 
But  skirts  of  some  kind,  a  nether  garment  of 
some  sort,  must  be  provided,  and  when  this 
tyrannical  order  became  known  the  women 
began  at  once  to  riot,  and  they  did  it  so  ef- 
fectively that  the  order  was  withdrawn  and 
one  more  great  victory  went  down  to  the 
credit  of  the  cause.  Henceforth  the  women 
of  Mombasa  will  wear  no  skirts.  Fu'.I  dress 
will  consist,  as  usual,  of  a  shawl,  and  for 
less  formal  occasions  a  handkerchief  will  suf- 
fice, while  in  the  privacy  of  the  home  circle — 
well,   we  have  no  business  in  there  anyway. 


Mrs.  Ocden  Mills,  Jr..  has  started  a  new 
fashion  that  will  certainly  be  followed  exten- 
sively. She  commissioned  a  New  York  sculp- 
tor to  make  a  statuette  in  gold  of  herself. 
Then  she  had  the  statuette  reproduced  in 
various  metals  and  decorative  plasters  and  she 
is  giving  these  away  to  her  friends  instead  of 
photographs.  The  new  idea  proved  popular 
and  several  factories  are  already  busy  with 
their  new  orders.  So  are  the  sculptors,  while 
the  fashionable  photographers  are  bewailing  a 
shift  of  the  trade  winds  that  has  left  them 
becalmed. 

There  is  much  to  be  said  for  the  statuette. 
In  spite  of  the  art  of  the  photographic  re- 
toucher there  is  always  a  certain  amount  of 
brutal  accuracy  about  the  photograph.  The 
camera  is  proof  against  the  wiles  of  the  fair 
one  who  knows  that  she  is  fat,  but  who  de- 
mands that  her  presentation  shall  be  other- 
wise. It  can  be  persuaded  to  suppress  some 
of  the  truth,  but  not  all  of  it.  But  the  sculptor 
can  be  trusted  to  obey  orders,  or  it  will  be 
the  worse  for  him.  He  can  remove  twenty 
pounds  avoirdupois  with  a  touch  of  his  thumb 
upon  the  plastic  clay,  or  he  can  confine  his 
efforts  to  the  head  and  shoulders  only.  A 
statuette  of  a  fat  lady  would  be  a  distressing 
spectacle,  but  a  bust  might  be  quite  passable. 
Henceforth  instead  of  photographic  albums  we 
shall  have  statuette  shelves,  and  this  will  be 
a  pity  in  some  ways,  for  while  a  photograph 
may  be  hidden  between  the  leaves  of  the  al- 
bum it  will  be  by  no  means  so  easy  to  hide  a 
statuette. 


The  experiment  of  the  Stanford  University 
professor  in  the  matter  of  vegetarianism 
versus  meat  eating  will  still  be  within  the 
memory'  of  civilization.  It  was  found  by  the 
learned  man  that  the  meat-eating  fats  ran 
about  four  times  as  far  in  a  given  time  as 
their  Battle- Creek- food -reform  competitors. 
At  the  time  the  Argonaut  ventured  to  point 
out  that  rats  that  would  run  like  this  for  no 
apparent  cause  were  evidently  feeble-minded, 
which  was  a  point  for  the  vegetarian.  Doubt- 
less their  morals  also  were  bad,  since  the 
wicked  flee  when  no  man  pursueth,  but  in 
spite  of  these  conclusive  rejoinders  it  may 
be  noted  that  Stanford  University  still  stands 
and  probably  the  professor's  rats,  like  Char- 
ley's aunt,  are  still  running.  But  our  natural 
honesty  and  candor,  which  have  been  handi- 
caps to  our  worldly  career,  now  compel  us  to 
repeat  an  argument  upon  the  other  side  which 
has  been  discovered  by  that  palladium  of  our 
liberties  the  Steward,  a  world-shaking  period- 
ical which  represents  the  waiters  of  the  coun- 
try. Gamier  and  Vallet,  the  Paris  motor 
bandits,  who  were  recently  killed  by  the  police 
after  a  series  of  murders  and  robberies,  were 
both  vegetarians.  And  yet  in  spite  of  this 
apparently  conclusive  evidence  an  inner  de- 
mon of  contention  tempts  us  to  ask  to  what 
further  depths  of  bloodthirsty  villainy  these 
miscreants  might  not  have  descended  under 
the   fell   impetus  of  the  beefsteak? 


Does  it  occur  to  any  one  that  there  is 
something  pr'hctic  about  the  woman's  lite- 
rary club?  Of  course  it  is  not  always  pa- 
thetic. Sometimes  it  is  wholesomely  and 
whole-heartedly  funny,  but  the  pathos  is 
rarely  quite  absent  if  only  we  can  glimpse  it 
from  some     ngle  other  than  that  of  the  pub- 


lished records.  The  desire  for  self-improve- 
ment is  so  strong,  the  conception  of  self- 
improvement  is  so  weak.  There  is  such  a 
stress  upon  the  things  that  do  not  matter, 
that  never  have  mattered  or  can  matter,  so 
little  emphasis  upon  the  things  that  are  of 
such  eternal  consequence. 

But  it  is  always  the  side-lights  that  are 
the  most  illuminating  and  not  the  agenda  pa- 
pers nor  the  annual  reports.  Take,  for  ex- 
ample, the  letter  quoted  in  a  recent  issue  oi 
the  Dial.  It  was  from  one  of  these  literary 
club  women  and  it  was  addressed  to  a 
celebrity  in  the  literary'  world.  The  writer 
had  seen  his  likeness  in  a  magazine  and  had 
read  some  of  his  articles,  and  as  she  liked 
his  face — you  will  notice  she  said  nothing 
about  his  articles — she  was  emboldened  to 
ask  a  favor.  She  had  to  write  a  paper  for 
her  literary  club  on  "The  Novels  of  Maurice 
Hewlett,"  but  really  she  knew  nothing  about 
Maurice  Hewlett,  did  not  care  for  him  any- 
way, and  yet  here  she  was  confronted  with 
the  prospect  of  an  assembly  of  ladies  who 
would  be  so  anxious  to  hear  her  views  of 
the  great  novelist.  Moreover,  she  was  a  very 
busy  mother  with  much  sickness  on  her  hands, 
so  would  the  literary  star  be  so  kind  as  to 
write  the  paper  for  her  and  to  do  it  without 
charge,  as  it  would  be  so  great  a  favor  ?  And 
would  he  make  it  humorous,  "as  long,  dry 
articles   are   so  tiresome"  ? 


Yes,  they  are,  dear  lady,  very  tiresome. 
All  the  other  members  of  the  literary  club 
are  of  the  some  opinion,  but  don't  like  to  say 
so.  They  are  all  boring  each  other  to  death, 
but  then  self-improvement  is  always  under- 
stood to  be  boring.  Views  upon  Browning, 
and  Mr.  Henry  James,  and  Pragmatism,  and 
all  the  rest  of  it  that  have  been  acquired  in 
odd  moments  snatched  from  household  duties 
and  surreptitious  half-hours  in  the  public  li- 
brary are  not  likely  to  be  world-shaking,  and 
if  Mrs.  Smith's  opinion  of  Browning  is 
listened  to  with  patience  by  the  other  mem- 
bers it  is  only  because  the  turn  of  each  of 
them  will  come  in  time.  They  will  all  have 
their  opportunity  to  be  "so  tiresome."  They 
will  all  take  that  opportunity. 

But  the  pathos  of  it.  Think  of  this  "very 
busy  mother."  who  had  "so  much  sickness"  to 
care  for,  and  who  yet  was  doubtless  saturated 
with  the  conviction  that  without  the  literary 
club  she  would  be  missing  half  her  chance  of 
inner  growth,  and  that  she  must  find  time 
from  the  house  and  the  sick  bed  to  "improve 
herself."  Without  that  club  and  its  tire- 
some papers  she  would  be  just  a  woman  with 
all  her  inner  powers  unexpressed.  But  with 
the  help  of  that  club  she  would  be — well,  who 
knows?  At  least  she  would  be  a  part  of  the 
great  movement  of  the  day,  a  seeker  for  "de- 
velopment," something  of  a  force  in  the  world 
instead  of  a  nonentity.  That  is  the  way  they 
argue  it  out,  and  some  of  them  mean  so  well. 
That  is  the  pity  of  it.  They  don't  neglect  the 
house  and  the  sick  bed,  but  somehow  they 
have  come  to  be  counted  among  the  things 
that  don't  matter,  that  have  no  bearing  upon 
the  "development,"  and  the  "self-expansion," 
and  the  "inner  growth,"  and  all  the  rest  of  it. 
And  yet  when  these  good  women  stand  upon 
the  shining  shore — and,  thank  Heaven,  they 
still  believe  in  the  shining  shore,  most  of 
them — they  will  find  that  the  Recording  An- 
gel has  unaccountably  been  focusing  his  at- 
tention upon  the  house  and  the  sick  bed  and 
that  he  has  not  made  a  single  entry  about 
the  novels  of  Mr.  Maurice  Hewlett  except 
under  the  letter  H,  and  that  will  be  Mr. 
Hewlett's  own  personal  concern. 


Prince  Troubetskoy,  who  would,  perhaps,  be 
unknown  to  fame  but  for  his  literary  American 
wife,  has  found  himself  involved  in  an  unusual 
difficulty  because  of  his  partiality  for  strange 
pets.  The  prince  has  two  wolves  that  he  leads 
around  with  him  on  a  chain,  and  the  wolfish 
behavior  of  one  of  these  wfolves  is  the  cause 
of  an  action  for  heavy  damages.  It  seems 
that  the  prince  recently  gave  a  luncheon  in 
Paris  and  he  employed  a  waiter  named  Nasson. 
During  the  lunch  one  of  the  wolves  flew  at 
Nasson  and  bit  a  piece  out  of  his  leg. 
Whether  the  wolf  wished  to  protest  against 
the  tipping  system  or  whether  he  recognized 
Nasson  as  a  non-union  waiter  is  not  apparent. 
Nor  does  it  matter  very  much.  The  fact  re- 
mains that  Nasson  weighed  about  half  a  pound 
less  after  the  luncheon  than  he  did  before, 
which  is  a  reversal  of  the  usual  process.  But 
the  wolf  weighed  about  half  a  pound  more. 

The  prince's  defense  is  ingenious.  First 
of  all  he  argues  that  the  wolf  is  not  a  wolf, 
but  only  one-quarter  wolf.  Secondly  that  the 
one-quarter  wolf  had  been  trained  as  a  vege- 
tarian, the  prince  himself  being  a  vegetarian, 
and  therefore  that  his  attack  upon  the  waiter 
was  in  the  nature  of  a  fall  from  grace  and 
was  not  due  to  innate  depravity.  Thirdly  he 
points  out  that  the  animal  was  on  a  chain 
and  therefore  that  all  reasonable  precautions 
had  been  taken.  Nevertheless  Nasson  de- 
mands damages  to  the  extent  of  $20,000,  but 
it  seems  hardly  likely  that  any  waiter  has  a 
calf  worth  $20,000.  You  can  buy  a  whole 
waiter  for   far  less  than  this. 


She — That's  a  funny  French  dish  on  the 
menu.  Do  you  know  what  it  means?  He — 
Yes:  an  attack  of  indigestion  if  you  take  it. 
— London   Opin  i&n. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay.  Epigrammatic  and   Otherwise. 


A  tourist  from  the  East,  visiting  an  old 
prospector  in  his  lonely  cabin  in  the  hills, 
commented:  "And  yet  you  seem  so  cheerful 
and  happy."  "Yes,"  replied  the  one  of  the 
pick  and  shovel.  ""I  spent  a  week  in  Boston 
once,  and  no  matter  what  happens  to  me, 
I've   lieen   cheerful   ever  since." 


During  a  discussion  of  the  fitness  of  things 
in  general,,  some  one  asked,  "If  a  young  man 
takes  his  best  girl  to  the  grand  opera,  spends 
eight  dollars  on  a  supper  after  the  perform- 
ance, and  then  takes  her  home  in  a  taxicab, 
should  he  kiss  her  good-night  ?"  An  old 
bachelor  who  was  present  growled,  "I  don't 
think  she  ought  to  expect  it.  Seems  to  me 
he  has  done  enough   for  her." 


The  telephone  girl  in  a  certain  hotel  an- 
swered a  queer  call  over  the  house  exchange 
the  other  morning  about  eleven  o'clock. 
When  she  "plugged  in"  a  man's  voice  said: 
"Hello !  Is  this  the  So-and-so  Hotel  ?" 
'*No,"  replied  the  girl,  who  was  slightly  sur- 
prised. "This  is  Such-and-such  Hotel." 
"Oh,  all  right!"  said  the  man.  "Just  woke'up 
and  didn't  know  where  I  was." 


Grown  old  in  the  service  of  his  master  and 
mistress,  James  was  a  privileged  retainer. 
He  was  waiting  at  table  one  day,  when  a 
guest  asked  for  a  fish  fork.  Strangely  enough, 
the  request  was  ignored.  Then  the  hostess 
noticed  the  episode,  and  remarked  in  a  most 
peremptory  manner :  "James,  Mrs.  Jones 
hasn't  a  fish  fork.  Get  her  one  at  once!" 
"Madam,"  came  the  emphatic  reply,  "last 
time  Mrs.  Jones  dined  here  we  lost  a  fish 
fork."  James  has  now  been  relegated  to  the 
garden. 

A  mayor  of  the  old  school  was  as  cynical 
as  he  was  corrupt.  A  schoolmate  visited 
him  one  day  and  asked  for  a  job.  "Well, 
Joe,"  the  mayor  answered  heartily,  "the  very 
next  job  I  have  to  give  away  you  shall  get." 
Joe  waited  about  a  year,  then  he  ventured 
to  call  on  the  mayor  again.  "How  about 
that  job?"  he  said,  reproachfu'.ly.  "You  told 
me  a  year  ago  that  I  was  to  get  the  very 
next  job  you  had  to  give  away."  The  mayor, 
with  a  cynical  smile,  replied:  "But  I've  had 
none  to  give  away,  Joe.     I've  sold  them  all !" 


tically,  but  couldn't  get  the  elevator  boy  to 
understand  what  floor  he  wanted  until  he 
bad  been  carried  up  fourteen  stories  above 
.vher<  he  wanted  to  go.  Then  he  came  down 
to  the  lower  floor  and  started  up  again. 
After  he  had  gone  through  this  performance 
several  times  he  stepped  out  in  disgust  and 
hunted  up  the  gent  who  was  directing  the 
running  of  the  elevators.  "S-s-say,"  he  stam- 
mered, "w-w-w- would  y-you  m-mind  speak- 
in'  t-to  th-th-that  f-f-f  el-feller  in  th-that 
cage?  I  wa-wa-wa-want  t-to  st-st-stop  at  the 
s-s-six-sixth  f-floor,  b-b-but  b-before  I  can 
s-s-say  s-s-sixth  h-he  has  me  up  t-to  t-the 
t-t-twenty-s-seventh." 


A  doctor,  according  to  the  story,  saw,  late 
one  night,  a  fine  automobile  halted  outside  a 
cemetery.  He  hid  behind  a  tree,  for  he  sus- 
pected that  body-snatchers  were  at  work; 
and,  sure  enough,  in  a  few  minutes  he  saw 
two  ugly  characters  stagger  from  the  ceme- 
tery carrying  a  body.  They  placed  it  up- 
right in  the  automobile,  as  though  it  were 
alive,  propping  it  securely  in  the  back  seat, 
and  then  they  hurried  back  to  the  cemetery 
to  fill  the  violated  grave  again.  The  doctor 
in  their  absence  lifted  the  body  out  of  the 
automobile,  hid  it  under  a  hedge,  and  took 
its  place  himself.  Soon  the  scoundrels  re- 
turned. One  seated  himself  at  the  wheel  and 
the  other  fixed  himself  in  the  back  seat  be- 
side the  body,  so  as  to  support  it.  Then,  in 
the  darkness,  they  glided  off.  After  a  white 
the  man  in  the  rear  seat  said  in  a  rather 
awed  tone:  "This  body  seems  mighty  warm 
for  a  corpse."  The  chauffeur  reached  back 
his  hand  and  touched  it.  "Don't  it,  though  !" 
he  muttered,  between  perplexity  and  fear. 
Then  the  corpse,  in  deep,  spulchral  tones,  ex- 
claimed :  "Warm  ?  Of  course  I'm  warm ! 
And  if  you  had  been  where  I've  been  for  the 
last  two  days  you'd  be  warm,  too !"  With 
loud  yells  of  horror  the  body-snatchers 
leaped  from  the  automobile  and  fled.  The 
doctor  seized  the  wheel  and  drove  it  home. 
He  has  it,  they  say,  still. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


Scientific  managers  should  not  go  as  far 
as  Hussler  went.  Hussler  was  the  proprietor 
of  a  tremendous  factory  where  scientific 
management  had  reduced  the  motions  of 
every  hand  from  S00  to  17.  Hussler  attended 
a  very  fashionable  wedding  one  day,  a  wed- 
ding where  the  ceremony  was  performed  by 
a  bishop,  assisted  by  a  dean  and  a  canon, 
and  in  the  most  impressive  part  of  the  writ 
Hussler,  overcome  by  his  scientific  manage- 
ment ideas,  rushed  up  to  the  altar  and  pushed 
the  bishop  and  canon  rudely  back.  "Here, 
boys,"  he  said,  "one's  quite  enough  for  a 
little  job  like  this." 


For  the  purpose  of  advertising  fishing  rods, 
a  shopkeeper  hung  a  large  rod  outside  his 
shop,  with  an  artificial  fish  at  the  end  of  it. 
Late  one  night  Perkins,  who  had  been  dining 
a  bit  too  well,  happened  to  see  the  fish.  Go- 
ing cautiously  to  the  door,  he  knocked  gently. 
"  Who's  there  ?"  demanded  the  shop-keeper 
from  an  upper  window.  "Sh-h  !  Don't  make 
a  noise,  but  come  down  as  quietly  as  you 
can,"  whispered  Perkins.  Thinking  some- 
thing serious  was  the  matter,  the  man  dressed 
and  stole  downstairs.  "Now,  what  is  it?" 
he  inquired.  "Hist !"  admonished  Perkins. 
"Pull  in  your  line  quick;  you've  got  a  bite." 


Somebody  had  mentioned  the  fact  that  the 
lather  of  Woodrow  Wilson  had  been  a  minis- 
ter in  Virginia.  "And  a  very  keen  old  gentle- 
man he  was,  too,"  remarked  the  governor. 
"It  was  hard  to  get  ahead  of  him.  We  used 
to  have  a  horse  in  the  family — not  a  very 
ornamental  horse,  but  good  enough.  One  day 
the  nag  was  standing  in  front  of  the  post- 
office  and  a  parishioner  said  to  father,  jok- 
ingly :  'Your  horse  is  looking  rather  frayed 
around  the  eyes,  doctor.  What's  the  matter 
with  him?  Still  I  don't  know  but  that  he 
looks  as  well  as  you  do.'  To  which  my  father 
replied :  'That's  because  I  take  care  of  my 
horse,  while  my  parishioners  take  care  of 
me.'  " 


A  Kansas  man  who  stutters  badly  visited 
Chicago  and  got  into  the  elevator  of  one  of 
the    skyscrapers.      He    worked    his    jaw    fran- 


My  Proud  Pa. 
I  s"pose  the  big  head  bendin'  over  my  crib 

Is  my  pa. 
I  s'pose  that  wiseacre  whose  talk  is  so  glib 

Is  my  pa. 
I've    not   been    here    long    now — my    days    are    but 

three, 
But  there's  something   that   even   a   baby   can   see, 
An'   the   man    who    takes   all  the   credit    for  me 

Is  my  pa. 

I  s'pose  that   the  man  with  the  hat  that  won't   fit 

Is  my  pa. 
I  s'pose   that   that   fellow  who   thinks   he's    "it" 

Is  my  pa. 
He's  a  little  guy,  too,  but  as  proud  as  can  be, 
An'   that   wonderful    lady   an'    I    both    agree 
That  the  one  who  takes  all  the  credit  for  me 

Is  my  pa. 

I    s'pose    that    the    man    with    that    face-stretching 
grin 

Is  my  pa. 
I  s'pose  that  that  short  chap,  so  terribly  thin, 

Is  my  pa. 
My  ma  is   that  wonderful   lady   in   white, 
Her  voice  is  as  sweet  as  an  angel  at  night, 
Now    I'm    next    to    that    proud    little    geezer,    all 
riglnl 

He's    my    pa. — Detroit   Free    Press. 


At  Newport. 
I've  a  yearning  to  dwell  me  at  Newport — 

At    Newport — down    by    the   sea, 
To  get  in  the  glare  with  Harry-boy  Lehr, 

And  with  Morgan, — sic, — J.  P.; 
To    promenade    and    to    dress-parade — 

And*  to   bask   in    So-ci-e-ty! 

I've  a  yearning  to  dwell  me  at   Newport, 
At    Newport,    old  chap,    don'   cher*   know — 

To    do    the    Casino    with    some   one    from    Reno 
And    feel  like  a  bally  old   beau; 

To  practice  all  day  how  to  look  real  blase — 
And  to  romp  where  the  Reggie-boys  go! 

I've  a  yearning  to  dwell  me  at  Newport — 
At  Newport  so    queer   and   so   quaint — 

To   breakfast   at   noon    and    to   dawdle    and    spoon. 
Looking  bored  as  a  stained-glass  saint; 

To  swear  at  my  valet  from   Dover  to    Calais — 
By  way  of  acquiring  restraint! 

I've  a  yearning  to   dwell  me  at   Newport — 

At   Newport,   old   chap,  d'  y'   see — 
To    be    "hep"    with    each    Molly    and    Roland    and 
Cholly 
Doing  stunts   with   the    family   tree; 
But    I    don't,    for    it's    too    deuced    expensive,    old 
chap, 
For  a  blooming  old  bounder  like  me. 

— Irving  Dillon,   in   Life. 


She — I  can't  go  motoring  with  you  tonight ; 
I  haven't  a  thing  to  wear.  He — Then,  let's 
go   in  bathing. — Satire. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 

A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the  Bay  of  San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the  following  department : 

Mrs.  Charles  Mcintosh  Keeney  has  announced 
the  engagement  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Innes 
"Spotts  Keeney,  to  Mr.  Willard  C.  Charaberlin. 
Miss  Keeney  is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Theodore  E.  Tom- 
linson  of  New  York  (formerly  Miss  Ethel 
Keeney),  a  niece  of  Mrs.  James  W.  Keeney  and 
Mrs.  T.  2.  Blakeman,  and  a  cousin  of  Mrs.  Tal- 
bot Cyrus  Walker.  Miss  Helen  Keeney,  Mr. 
Charles  Keeney,  and  Mrs.  Robert  McMillan.  She 
is  a  granddaughter  of  the  late  Mrs.  William  Al- 
vord  and  Mrs.  Henry  Innes  Spotts.  Mr.  Cham- 
berlin,  who  is  a  graduate  of  Harvard,  formerly 
resided  in  Boston  with  his  family,  but  is  now 
associated  in  business  in  this  city.  The  wedding 
will    be   an    event   in    November. 

Mrs.  James  Cunningham  has  announced  the 
engagement  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Mary  Cunning- 
ham, to  Mr.  Murray  Sargent  of  New  York. 
Miss  Cunningham  is  a  sister  of  the  Misses  Sarah 
and  Elizabeth  Cunningham  and  a  cousin  of  the 
Misses  Evelyn  and  Genevieve  Cunningham,  daugh- 
ters of  Mrs.  James  Athearn  Folger.  Mrs.  Cun- 
ningham and  her  daughters  have  come  from  New 
York  to  -spend  the  summer  in  this  city,  where 
they  are  occupying  their   home  on   Broadway. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Ruth  Casey  and  Mr. 
Arthur  Brown  took  place  Thursday  evening  at 
nine  o'clock  at  the  home  on  Webster  Street  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hope  Beaver.  Miss 
Isabel  Beaver  and  Miss  Helen  Ashton  were  the 
bride's  only  attendants.  Mr.  Chauncey  Goodrich 
was  the  groom's  best  man,  and  Dr.  James  Whit- 
ney and  Mr.  Raymond  Ashton  acted  as  ushers. 
A  supper  followed  the  ceremony.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Brown  will  reside  in  San  Rafael  on  their  return 
from   their  wedding  trip. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Mildred  Wood  and  Mr. 
Melville  Erskine  will  take  place  today  at  the 
home  in  San  Rafael  of  Mrs.  Catherine  Wood. 
Mr.  Erskine  is  a  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William 
Erskine  of  Berkeley  and  a  grandson  of  Dr.  John 
Morse. 

Invitations  have  been  issued  by  Mrs.  James 
Coffin  to  the  marriage  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Na- 
talie Coffin,  to  Mr.  Crawford  Green,  August  24, 
at  St.  John's  Episcopal  Church  in  Ross.  Miss 
Sarah  Coffin  will  be  her  sister's  maid  of  honor 
and  the  chosen  bridesmaids  are  the  Misses  Helen 
Chesebrough  and  Newell  Drown.  Mr.  John  Kittle 
will  attend  Mr.  "Green  as  best  man,  and  the  ushers 
will  be  Dr.  James  Whitney  and  Mr.  Chauncey 
Goodrich. 

The  Misses  Helen  and  Bessie  Ashton  gave  a 
dinner  Tuesday  evening  in  honor  of  Miss  Ruth 
Casey  and  Mr.  Arthur  Brown,  who  were  married 
Thursday. 

Mrs.  Lorenzo  Avenali  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  her  home  on  Leavenworth  Street  compli- 
mentary to  Mrs.  N.  P.   Chipman  of  Sacramento. 

Miss  Ila  Sonntag  gave  a  luncheon  Tuesday 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Earl  Shipp  of  Annapolis  (for- 
merly   Miss    Anna    Weller    of    this    city). 

Judge  Charles  Weller  and  Mrs.  Weller  enter- 
tained a  number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  Thursday 
evening  in  honor  of  their  daughter,  Mrs.  Earl 
Shipp. 

Mrs.  Robin  Hayne  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
in  San  Mateo,  complimentary  to  Mrs.  Frederick 
Vandevender    Stott. 

Miss  Ernestine  McXear  was  the  honored  guest 
at  a  dinner-dance  given  by  Miss  Jessie  Kennedy 
at  her  home  in  Honolulu. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  Saturday  evening  at  a  theatre 
and  supper  party. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  L.  Flood  gave  a  dinner 
recently  at  Linden  Towers,  their  country  home,  in 
honor  of  Mr.   and  Mrs.   Malcolm  D.   Whitman. 

Mrs.  Frank  P.  Deering  was  hostess  Wednesday 
at  a  luncheon,  complimentary  to  Mrs.  Patrick 
Calhoun. 

Mrs.  Moses  Heller  and  Mrs.  M.  C.  Sloss  have 
recently  been  entertaining  their  friends  at  a 
series  of  readings  at  their  homes  in   Menlo   Park. 

Mr.  Harold  Dalton  was  host  at  a  moonlight 
beach  picnic  in  Santa  Barbara.  Among  Mr.  Dal- 
ton's  guests  were  many  San  Franciscans  who  are 
spending  the  summer   at  the  southern   resort. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Healy  was  hostess  this  week 
at  a  luncheon  and  bridge  party  at  her  home  on 
Hyde  Street. 

Mrs.  Earl  Shipp  will  be  hostess  today  at  a 
bridge-tea  at  the  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  of  her 
parents.    Judge    Charles    Weller    and    Mrs.    Weller. 

Mrs.  Leonard  Waldron  was  hostess  at  a  bridge- 
tea  at  her  home  in  the  Presidio,  complimentary  to 
Mrs.  J.  C.  Johnson,  wife  of  Major  Tohnson,  U. 
S.  A 


Movements  and  "Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians: 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edwin  Newball,  Jr.  (formerly 
Miss    Jennie    Peers),    arrived    last    week    from    the 


East,  and  after  spending  a  few  days  in  town 
left  for  the  Newhall  ranch  in  Southern  California, 
where  they    will    reside. 

Mrs.  Robert  J.  Woods  has  recently  been  visit- 
ing  Mrs.    Sidney   B.    Cusbing  in    San    Rafael. 

Mr.  Austin  Moore  has  returned  from  Santa 
Barbara  and  is  in  San  Mateo  with  his  parents, 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    Willis    Polk. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Roy  M.  Pike  arrived  Sunday 
evening  from  their  home  in  Cincinnati  and  will 
spend  six  weeks  in  this  city  as  the  guests  of  Mrs. 
Pike's   father,    Captain  A.    M.    Simpson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  M.  Lawrence  and  their 
daughter,  Miss  Edna  Lawrence,  have  arrived  from 
Chicago    and    are    in    Monterey. 

Miss  Elva  de  Pue  has  returned  from  San  Ra- 
fael, where  she  was  the  guest  of  Miss  Doris 
Wilshire. 

The  Misses  Louisiana  Foster,  Sara  Coffin,  and 
Helen  Chesebrough  returned  Friday  from  Eu- 
rope, where  they  have  been  traveling  for  the 
past    four  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  D.  Grant  and  their  daugh- 
ters, the  Misses  Josephine  and  Edith  Grant,  ar- 
rived Saturday  from  Europe,  where  they  have 
been  spending  the  past  year,  and  left  Monday 
for    Monterey    to    remain    indefinitely. 

Dr.  William  J.  Younger  has  arrived  from  Paris 
and  has  gone  to  the  Bohemian  Grove  for  the 
week-end. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Hyde-Smith  and  her  son,  Mr. 
Bayard  Hyde-Smith,  arrived  last  week  from  Hono- 
lulu and  are  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Alexander  Gar- 
ceau,  who  will  leave  Monday  with  her  sister, 
Miss  Mary  Hyde,  for  Europe.  Mrs.  Hyde-Smith 
will  remain  in  town  until  December,  when  she 
will  return  to  Honolulu,  where  she  has  leased 
a  house  for  a  year.  Mr.  Hyde-Smith  will  be  mar- 
ried in  November  to  Miss  Grassi  Bulkeley  of 
Washington,    D.    C,    and   will    reside   in   Honolulu. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  N.  Woods  have  re- 
turned from  a  three  months'  visit  in  Europe  and 
are  occupying  their  apartment  on   Pacific  Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marshall  Williams  (formerly 
Miss  Harriet  Allen  of  New  York)  have  arrived 
from  Europe  and  are  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Williams 
and    Miss    Margaret   Williams. 

Mr.  I.  W.  Hellman,  Jr.,  has  returned  from 
Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  Bertram  Lord  of  London  left  last  week 
for  the  East  after  a  visit  in  this  city. 

Mrs.  Lane-Leonard  and  her  little  daughter  are 
the  guests  of  Mrs.  Hearst  in  Pleasanton,  and  will 
spend  several  weeks  on  the  McCloud  River  be- 
fore  returning  to   town. 

Mr.  Duncan  Hayne  and  his  daughter,  Miss 
Hayne,  will  arrive  August  20  from  Europe. 

Mrs.  James  Rolph,  Jr.,  and  her  children  will 
return  today  from  Santa  Cruz,  where  they  have 
been    spending    several    weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  C.  O.  G.  Miller  have  returned  from  a  motor 
trip  to  Santa  Cruz. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Spencer  Buckbee  have  recently 
been  the  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  E. 
Green  in    San   Mateo. 

Colonel  Hamilton  S.  Wallace,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Wallace  (formerly  Mrs.  Sarah  Stetson 
Winslow)  have  been  spending  the  past  week  in 
Long  Beach. 

Miss  Harriett  Alexander  has  returned  from 
Chico,  where  she  has  been  spending  two  months 
with   Mrs.  John   Bidwell. 

Mr.  Max  Milton  has  been  spending  a  few  days 
at  the  home  on  California  Street  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Walter    MacGavin. 

Miss  Virginia  Jollitfe  is  visiting  Mrs.  Thomas 
B.    Eastland  at  her  home  in    Eurlingame. 

Mrs.  Joseph  B.  Crockett  has  gone  to  Weber 
Lake  to  spend  a  month.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence 
Irving  Scott  left  Saturday  in  their  automobile  to 
join   Mrs.    Crockett. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Jones  have  taken  an 
apartment  on  Van  Ness  Avenue  and  Green  Street, 
where  they  will  reside  upon  their  return  from 
Mill    Valley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles "  Sutro  will  leave  next 
week  in  their  touring  car  for  Santa  Cruz  to  at- 
tend the  dog  show. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Marian  Baker,  will  leave  in  September 
for  Europe. 

Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels  and  her  nieces, 
Miss  Ruby  Bond  and  Miss  Edith  Wooster,  have 
returned  to  Paris  from  Carlsbad. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Cheever  Cowdin  have  returned 
from  the  East  and  are  at  the  family  country  home 
in  Menlo  Park,  where  they  will  remain  until  No- 
vember I,  when  they  will  come  to  town  and 
spend   the  winter  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cameron  are  established 
in  Eurlingame,  where  they  are  occupying  the  home 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin.  They  will 
go  to  Monterey  in  September  and  spend  the  win- 
ter at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Baldwin  Wood  have  returned 
from  Europe  and  have  been  visiting  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam S.  Wood  in  this  city  while  moving  into  the 
Robins    house    in    Hillsborough. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  D.  Girvin,  Sr.,  are  es- 
tablished in  Eurlingame,  where  they  have  rented 
the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ward  Barron,  who 
will  spend  the   next  three   months   in   Monterey. 

Mr.  Jack  Selfridge  has  returned  from  college 
and  is  with  his  parents,    Mr.   and  Mrs.   E.  A   Sel- 


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fridge,  on  California  Street.  En  route  home  he 
visited  his  sister,  Mrs.  Kellond,  in  Salt  Lake  City. 

Mrs.  E.  W.  Hopkins  will  return  from  Menlo 
Park  September  1  and  open  her  town  house  on 
California  Street.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  Hopkins 
will  spend  the  winter  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  W. 
Hopkins. 

Mrs.  John  Bidwell  of  Chico,  Mr.  Thompson 
Alexander,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Alexander 
of  Washington,  D.   C,   sailed  today  for  Honolulu. 

Mr.  Clarence  Follis  arrived  Sunday  from  New 
York,  having  been  called  by  the  serious  illness 
of   his   brother,    Mr.   James   Follis   of    San    Rafael. 

Miss  Kate  Dillon  has  recently  been  the  guest  of 
Mrs.  James    Athearn    Folger   in    Woodside. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  spent  a  few 
days  last  week  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H. 
Crocker    in    Eurlingame. 

Mrs.  Charles  M.  Keeney  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Innes  Keeney,  have  returned  from  Mira- 
raar,   where  they  spent  two  months. 

Miss  Sarah  Collier  has  returned  from  Eur- 
lingame, where  she  has  been  visiting  Mrs.  Henry 
Stevens  Kierstedt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  will  arrive 
from  Honolulu  August  21.  They  will  be  accom- 
panied by  Mrs.  Irwin's  mother,  Mrs.  Richard 
Ivers. 

Mrs.  Osgood  Hooker  and  her  son,  Mr.  Osgood 
Hooker,    Jr.,    are   at    Castle    Crags. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan  arrived  home 
yesterday  from  Europe,  where  they  have  been  for 
the  past  four  months. 

Mrs.  Elliott  McAllister  and  her  children  have 
returned  to  San  Mateo  after  a  visit  of  several 
weeks  at  Miramar. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Hicks  has  come  up  from  her 
home  in  Los  Angeles  to  visit  her  aunts,  Mrs. 
Walter  L.  Dean,  Mrs.  Lansing  Kellogg,  and  Miss 
Alice  Hager. 

Mrs.  Horace  B.  Chase,  Miss  Ysabel  Chase,  and 
Master  Horace  B.  Chase,  Jr.,  are  in  Shasta 
County. 

Mrs.  Augustine  Strickland  has  returned  to 
California  from  New  York,  and  will  spend  several 
weeks  with  friends.  She  arrived  last  week  from 
Lake  Tahoe  after  a  visit  with  Mrs.  William  S. 
Tevis  and  is  established  at  the  Francisca  Club. 

Former  Governor  Joseph  Kibby  and  Mrs.  Kibby 
are  here  from  Arizona  and  are  at  the  Hotel  St. 
Francis. 

Dr.  Charles  W.  Eliot,  president  emeritus  of 
Harvard  University,  Mrs.  Eliot,  and  their  niece, 
Miss  Ruth  Eliot,  arrived  Monday  from  the  Orient 
and  are  at  the  Hotel   St.  Francis. 

Mrs  George  W.  Gibbs  and  Mrs.  William  J. 
Younger  have  gone  to  Monterey  for  a  few  days' 
visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Homer  S.  King  have  returned 
from  an  extended  visit  in   Seattle. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Eldridge  Green  spent  the  week- 
end in  Ross  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Jay 
Foster. 

Mrs.  Frederick  W.  Tallant  has  rented  her  home 
on  Buchanan  and  Washington  Streets  to  Mr.  J. 
W.  Wright.  Mrs.  Tallant  has  taken  an  apart- 
ment on  Jackson  and   Fillmore   Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  S.  Greenebaum  have  re- 
turned  from  a  visit  in  Portland,   Oregon. 

Mrs.  Marmaduke  B.  Kellogg  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Louise  Kellogg,  have  returned  from  the  East 
and  are  occupying  an  apartment  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Miss  Marian  Newhall  has  been  the  guest  of 
Mrs.   Templeton   Crocker  at  Monterey. 

Mr.  S.  G.  Murphy  has  returned  to  town  after 
spending  a  few  da\-s  at  Monterey  with  his  daugh- 
ter,   Mrs.    John    Breckinridge,    and    her   little    son. 

Mrs.  W.  H.  Taylor  is  spending  a  couple  of 
weeks  at  Monterey  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
A    Pope. 

Mr.  Clinton  E.  Worden  has  returned  to  town 
after  spending  a  few  days  with  Mrs.  Worden 
and  her  mother,   Mrs.   Towne,   at   Monterey. 

Mr.  Robert  Laree  of  New  York  is  visiting  this 
Coast  as  the  guest  of  Mr.  Chapin  Tubbs,  with 
whom  he  graduated   from  Yale  this   year. 

Mr.  Templeton  Crocker  and  Mr.  Prescott  Scott 
motored  down  to  Monterev  during  the  week  for 
golf. 

Miss  Bertha  Boye,  who  left  San  Francisco  in 
February  last  to  tour  Europe  with  her  aunt, 
Mrs.  Elanca  W.  Paulsen,  is  at  present  in  Sweden. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ferd  C.  Peterson  and  Miss  Kate 
Peterson  have  returned  to  Belvedere  from  Lake 
Tahoe. 

Miss  Grace  Towne  has  returned  from  Lake 
Tahoe  and  is  now  at  her  home  in  Palo  Alto. 

Miss  Mildred  Baldwin  and  Miss  Kate  Peterson 
are  visiting  Miss  Harriett  Gerber  of  Sacramento 
at  her   country   home   in   Tehama   County. 

Mrs.  M.  Wismer  and  her  son,  Professor  Hother 
Wismer,  left  this  week  for  Victoria,  where  they 
will   visit   relatives   and    friends   for  two   weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  F.  W.  Dohrmann,  after  touring 
in  Belgium  and  Holland,  are  making  Dresden, 
Germany,    their   headquarters    for    the   present. 

Miss  Irene  Meussdorffer,  daughter  of  Mrs.  J. 
C.  Meussdorffer,  has  left  Dresden  for  Bayreuth 
to   attend    the   Wagner   presentations. 

Mrs.  Blanca  W.  Paulsen  is  at  present  touring 
Germany. 

Mrs.  Norris  Davis  has  returned  to  her  Eur- 
lingame home  after  a  few  days'  visit  with  her 
sister,    Miss   Eleanor   Morgan,    at    Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Babcock  have  returned 
to  their  home  in  San  Rafael  after  a  week's  stay 
at   Monterey. 

Mrs.  George  Newhall  and  her  two  little  sons 
have  returned  to  their  home  in  Eurlingame  after 
a  week   at    Monterey. 

Mrs.  Frank  Johnson  of  San  Rafael  has  joined 
her   son,    Mr.    Gordon   Johnson,    at   Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  Tubbs  have  motored  to 
Monterey   for   a    month's  visit. 

Captain  and  Mrs.  William  McKittrick  have  re- 
turned to  Monterey  after  a  brief  visit  to  Bakers- 
field. 

Mrs.  D.  T.  Murphy,  Mrs.  Eugene  Murphy  and 
her  daughter,  and  Mr.  E.  C.  Wolseley  have  gone 
to  Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  C.  Breeden  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  "Emory  Winship  have  motored  down  to  Mon- 
terey for  a  week's  visit. 

Miss  Helen  Crocker  has  been  the  guest  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  and  their  daugh- 
ters at  Monterey. 

Mrs.  John  B.  Mhoon,  Miss  Marjorie  Mhoon, 
and  Miss  M.  Annie  Miller  are  spending  a  few 
months   at   Lake   Tahoe. 

Dr.     and     Mrs.     Conrad    Meyer    of    New     York 


have  been  spending  the  summer  in  California. 
They  will  visit  Lake  Tahoe  on  their  way   East. 

Mr.  Matthew  Carpenter  Dillingham,  American 
vice  and  deputy  consul-general  at  Coburg,  Saxe- 
Coburg-Gotha,  Germany,  accompanied  by  his 
mother  and  sister,  the  wife  and  daughter  of  the 
American  consul-general  at  Coburg,  arrived  in 
San  Francisco  a  few  days  ago  on  a  visit  of 
several   months   to    relatives. 

Captain  J.  R.  Pourie,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Pourie,  who  formerly  resided  at  the  Presidio,  are 
now  stationed  in   Alaska. 

Captain  John  Burke  Murphy,  U.  S.  A.,  ana 
Mrs.  Murphy  have  returned  to  their  new  quar- 
ters at  Fort  Winfield  Scott  after  a  visit  in  Yo- 
semite  Valley. 

Mrs.  Earl  Shipp  will  leave  September  1  for 
her  home  in  Annapolis. 

Lieutenant  Thurman  Harrison  Bane,  U.  >.  A., 
and  Mrs.  Bane,  are  at  present  at  Round  Island, 
Lake  Monroe,  New  York,  and  will  later  go  to 
West   Point. 

Captain  Alfred  Ejornsted,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Bjornsted  are  en  route  to  Berlin,  where  Captain 
Bjornsted  has  been  appointed  military  attache  of 
the  American   embassy. 

Lieutenant-Commander  David  Sellars,  U.  S.  N., 
and  Mrs.  Sellars  have  been  visiting  Captain 
Charles  A  Gove,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Gove,  at 
their  home  on  Yerba  Buena,  since  their  arrival 
from  Washington,  D.   C. 

Captain  Harry  C.  Benson,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Benson  will  spend  several  daj-s  here  en  route 
from  Washington,  D.  C,  to  the  Philippines,  wh^re 
Captain  Benson  has  recently  been  ordered. 

Carl  Reed,  John  Cort's  private  secretary,  is 
officiating  as  acting  manager  of  the  Cort  The- 
atre during  the  absence  of  Homer  F.  Curran, 
manager,  who  is  now  East  on  his  vacation. 
Although  a  young  man,  Reed  has  attained 
an  enviable  position  in  the  theatrical  world. 
His  rise  has  been  rapid.  Reed  is  manager  of 
the  Moore  Theatre  of  Seattle  in  addition  to 
being  Mr.  Cort's  secretary.  He  is  also  in 
charge  of  the  box-offices  of  the  entire  Cort 
circuit  and  devotes  considerable  of  his  ener- 
gies in  this  direction.  Reed  will  remain  here 
till  the  end  of  the  month. 


Events   of  3_our  life   scientifically  predicted. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault? 
$1  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  Su. 


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f^  Resident  and  Day  School  for  Girls  in^C 
"charge  of  Bisters  of  St.  John  Baptist  (Episcopal) 
Collegiate,  Academic  and  Elemant&ry  Departments, 

MtlsIc,  Art,  Elocution.  Gymnasium. 

For  catalog  address  THK  SISTER  STTPERIOR 

Office  1 ,  St.  Helens  TTnii 


st.  iviAims 

ACADEMY  AND  COIXEGE 


For  Girls.  Conducted  by  the  SISTERS  OFTHE  HOLY 
NAMES  OF  JESUS  AND  MARY.  Orad*.  jicadaiic  and 
Cellcziau  Csurus.  Mnsic  Art,  Elocution  and  Ccmmer- 
dal  T>cps.  Rtsidtni  and  Day  $tudnHt.tLr£ne&  Mora!  and 
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SISTER    SUPERIOR,   St.  Ufary'i  jfcadtmj.     P:rtland 


Any  Victrola 

On  Easy  Terms 

€J  Whether  you  get  the  new  low 
price  Victrola  at  $15  or  the 
Victrola  "de  luxe"  at  $200,  get 
a  Victrola.  At  a  very  small  ex- 
pense you  can  enjoy  a  world  of 
entertainment .  Victrolas  $  1 5  to 
$200.  Any  Victrola  on  easy  terms. 

Sherman  Blay  &  Go. 

Stemwaj  isd  Other  Kaaos     Apollo  and  CecOian  Player  Piano; 

VIcior  1  alkms  Machines     Steel  Musk  and  Musical  Mercfcincja 

Kearny  and  Sutter  Sts.,  San  Francisco 
Fourteenth  and  Clay  Sts.,  Oakland 


Geo.  E.  Billings    Roy  C.Ward    Geo.  E.  Binsmore 
J.  C.  Meussdorffer                         .'a=.  W.  Dean 

GEO.  E. 

BILLINGS  CO. 

ALL  FORMS  OF  ISSOIAXCE 
EFFECTED 

312C«lifomi 

a  Street,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 

Phones— Douglas  :22s} ;  Honu-  C2899 

August  10,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


6 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Now  that  the  $5,000,000  high-pressure 
water  system  is  almost  completed,  the  board 
of  supervisors  has  reminded  the  insurance 
companies  of  their  promise  to  reduce  rates 
and  calls  upon  them  to  make  good.  The  de- 
mand for  rate  reduction  is  contained  in  a 
resolution  adopted  by  the  board  and  presented 
to   the   Board   of  Fire   Underwriters. 


Fifty  of  San  Francisco's  business  and  pro- 
fessional men  have  signified  their  intention 
of  taking  the  trip  to  Victoria  with  the  "Flying 
Legion"  on  August  22.  The  committee  in 
charge  of  the  excursion,  which  is  composed 
of  Frederick  J.  Koster  (chairman),  W.  L. 
Hathaway,  E.  C.  Kains,  Robert  Newton 
Lynch,  Edward  D.  Peixotto,  H.  R.  Judah,  W. 
J.  Dutton,  and  Alexander  Russell,  is  engaged 
in  completing  arrangements.  This  excursion 
is  made  for  the  purpose  of  exploiting  the 
1915  Universal  Exposition,  and  will  be  taken 
under  the  auspices  of  the  San  Francisco 
Commercial   Club. 


Unidentified  dead  soldiers,  numbering  sev- 
eral hundred,  buried  in  the  National  Ceme- 
tery at  the  Presidio,  at  last  have  been  re- 
membered by  the  government.  A  monument 
of  California  granite,  seven  feet  high,  with 
a  base  five  feet  wide,  has  been  placed  in  the 
southwest  corner  of  the  cemetery  through  the 
eiforts  of  the  quartermaster's  department, 
which  secured  an  appropriation  from  Con- 
gress for  this  purpose. 


City  Engineer  Marsden  Manson  resigned 
his  post  on  Wednesday  of  this  week.  His 
formal  resignation  was  received  by  the  board 
of  public  works  at  its  regular  meeting  and 
accepted.  It  is  reported  that  Manson  will 
remain  in  office  until  September  1. 


The  corner-stone  of  the  new  building  for 
the  Mount  Zion  Hospital  at  the  corner  of 
Post  and  Scott  Streets  will  be  laid  with  ap- 
propriate ceremonies  next  Wednesday,  Au- 
gust 14.  

Fred  J.  Churchill,  assistant  secretary  to 
Mayor  Rolph,  has  been  appointed  secretary 
of  the  board  of  public  works.  The  appoint- 
ment was  made  at  the  board  meeting  when 
the  matter  of  filling  the  place  made  vacant 
by  the  resignation  of  Joseph  McCormick 
came   up   for  consideration. 


Plans  have  been  perfected  for  the  Fall 
Flower  Show,  to  be  held  at  the  Fairmont  Ho- 
tel, October  23  to  26,  by  the  Pacific  Coast 
Horticultural  Society.  The  exhibition  will 
be  under  the  management  of  Angelo  J.  Rossi, 
who  has  served  in  a  similar  capacity  on  pre- 
vious occasions,  assisted  by  H.  Plath,  assist- 
ant manager ;  Thomas  F.  Taylor,  secretary, 
and  Eric  James,   treasurer. 


There  were  614  sales  of  San  Francisco  real 
estate  recorded  during  July,  for  a  total  of 
$3,148,276.  

The  Pacific  Telephone  and  Telegraph  Com- 
pany has  announced  an  increase  in  the  wages 
paid  to  operators  in  San  Francisco,  Oakland, 
and  some  of  its  other  exchanges,  amounting 
to  $125,000  per  year.  This  increase  was  .vol- 
untary on  the  part  of  the  company  and  was 
wholly  unexpected  by  the  employees.  The 
distribution  is  so  graded  that  the  greatest  in- 
crease is  given  to  those  employees  receiving 
the  lesser  salaries,  and  particularly  to  those 
who  are  required  to  work  evening  or  night 
hours.  

San  Francisco's  total  registration  for  the 
September  primary  is  121,317.  It  is  estimated 
by  Registrar  Zemansky  that  the  registration 
for  the  general  election  in  November  will  be 
140,000.  

Automobile  owners  from  Vancouver  and 
Victoria,  B.  C,  to  Mexico  were  in  attendance 
at  the  opening  session  of  the  third  annual 
Pacific  Highway  Convention  at  the  St.  Fran- 
cis Hotel  Monday.  There  was  a  large  gath- 
ering of  the  enthusiasts,  who  came  for  three 
days  in  the  interest  of  the  good  roads  move- 
ment along  the  Pacific  Coast,  and  principally 
to  arouse  interest  in  the  proposed  highway 
that  it  is  hoped  eventually  will  extend  from 
the  southern  part  of  Alaska  down  into 
Mexico.  The  convention  was  opened  with  a 
short  prayer  by  Bishop  William  Ford  Nichols. 
Lieutenant-Governor  A.  J.  Wallace  welcomed 
the  delegates.  President  J.  T.  Ronald  of 
Seattle  presided  at  the  meeting. 


The  Pennsylvania  State  Society  of  Cali- 
fornia, recently  organized,  composed  of 
native-born  Pennsylvanians  and  persons  who 
have  lived  in  Pennsylvania,  gave  a  banquet 
at  the  Bellevue  Hotel  Monday  evening.  The 
entertainment  committee  included  G-  J.  Mar- 
land  (chairman),  J.  H.  Evans  (secretary),  E. 
W.  Dunn,  C-  J.  Imel,  Lieutenant  C.  H.  Rock, 
U.  S.  N.,  Mrs.  W.  J.  Marland.  Mrs.  Nobel. 
F.  Biddle,  Mrs.  McGrowthore,  Mrs.  William 
Newbotham,  Mrs.  C.  H.  Bock,  Miss  L.  H. 
Wright,   Miss   Mary   Freebor. 


An  official  taboo  by  the  government  heads 
at  Washington  has  been  placed  on  the  abbre- 
viation "Frisco,"  and  henceforth  it  is  not  to 


be    tolerated    even    on    seals    or    markings    on 
merchandise  en  route  in  bond  to  this  city. 


The  salary  of  the  chief  of  police  has  been 
raised  from  $4000  to  $6000  a  year  by  the 
board   o  f  police  commissioners. 


Death  of  Ferdinand  I.  Vassault 
Fr  rHnand  1.  Vassault  of  San  Francisco,  an 
examiner  with  the  Interstate  Commerce  Com- 
mission, died  suddenly  in  Washington  a  few 
days  ago.  For  many  years  Mr.  Vassault  was 
connected  with  the  Argonaut  as  editorial 
writer  and  managing  editor.  He  was  a  jour- 
nalist of  ability,  and  filled  with  credit  to 
himself  and  to  the  journals  with  which  he 
was  connected  many  important  positions.  He 
left  this  city  in  1904  for  New  York,  and 
afterward  lived  and  worked  for  a  time  in 
Minneapolis,  but  later  returned  to  the  East. 
He  died  while  still  in  the  prime  of  life,  and 
while  his  talent  was  well  employed  and  most 
useful.  Many  friends  will  mourn  the  seem- 
ing untimely  end  of  his  career.  Mr.  Vassault 
was  but  one  member  of  a  gifted  family.  His 
younger  brother,  Laurence  Vassault,  who  died 
several  years  ago,  was  also  a  journalist  of 
distinction    and    achievement. 


On  Monday  night,  August  1 9,  James  K. 
Hackett,  surrounded  by  a  remarkably  fine 
cast,  will  appear  for  the  first  time  on  any 
stage  in  Booth  Tarkington's  new  play,  entitled 
"A  Man  on  Horseback."  This  is  a  new  four- 
act  work,  with  scenes  laid  at  Fortress  Mon- 
roe, and  while  dealing  with  American  condi- 
tions of  today  as  pertaining  to  business  and 
politics,  has  a  strong  love  interest. 
++*■ 

Candy  for  Her  Vacation — It  will  add  to  the 
pleasure  of  her  stay  in  the  country.  Can  be 
sent  by  express  from  any  one  of  Geo.  Haas  & 
Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


STUDIOS 
FOR  RENT 

Kohler  &  Chase  Bldg 

Class  A 
O'Farrell  St.  near  Market 

The  musical  headquarters  of  the  Pacific 
Coast.  Special  appointments  and  con- 
veniences for  music  and  vocal  teachers. 

BALDWIN  &  HOWELL 

318-324  Kearny  Street 


Unless  You  Say  "Imperial" 

The  man  behind  the  counter  may  send  you 
some  other  brand  of  cocoa,  and  you  will  not 
get  the  BEST  cocoa— the  kind  you  want. 

DIRECTIONS— For  each  cup  dissolve  a  small  teaspoonful 
(not  heaping)  of  the  powder  and  a  large  teaspoonful  of  sugar  in  a 
little  boiling  water,  and  then  complete  the  quantity  with  boiling 
water  or  either  warm  or  boiling  milk.  Add  sugar  to  taste.  If 
desired  this  cocoa  can  be  boiled.  It  can  also  be  made  without 
sugar.  To  make  a  cup  of  delicious  chocolate  use  double  the 
above  quantity.  On  account  of  its  easy  preparation  this  cocoa  is 
suitable  for  picnic  or  camping  parties.  Also  suitable  for  pastry  and 
soda  fountains.    Packed  in  1-4  lb.,  1-2  lb.,  1  lb.  and  5  lb.  tins,  net. 

Ghirardelli's  IMPERIAL  Cocoa  is  the 
perfected  result  of  over  sixty  years'  labor, 
thought,  and  research.  It  is  made  by  their 
special  secret  process,  giving  consumers  a 
finer  article  than  the  best  imported. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers. 


The  Deane  School 

An  Outdoor  School  for  Young  Boys 

MONTECITO  VALLEY 
Santa  Barbara,  Cal. 

Courses  parallel  to  those  of  the  best 
New  England  schools.  Prepares  for 
Thacher,  St.  Mark"s,  Middlesex,  Taft, 
Hill  and  other  classical  schools.  For 
catalogue  address 

JOHN  H.  DEANE,  Jr. 


G.  H.  UMBSEN  &  CO. 

20  Montgomery  Street 

Auction     Auction    Auction 

Referee  and  Executor  Sale  of 
Properties    at    our   Salesroom 

MONDAY,  Augusc  19,  at  12  o'clock  Noon 

BY  ORDER  OF  REFEREE 
NO.  1 

New  ^-story-and-mezzanine-and  -basement 
steel  class  "C"  building  and  lot.  36J3  x  "(7-5 
feet,  at  northwest  corner  of  Kearny  and 
Sutter  Streets  and  Clara  Lane;  3  frontages. 
Entire  building  very  light,  (.round  floor, 
mezzanine  and  basement  rented  to  Jas.  R. 
Jackson  to  December  31,  1916,  at  $-*0  per 
month,  under  secured  lease,  for  clothing 
store  (.with  option  of  5  years  more  at  $l">00 
per  month  for  entire  building).  I'pper  part 
leased  to  December  31,  1916,  at  from  $150  to 
$125  to  Max  Arnovitch.  Building  will  carry 
3  additional  stories.  Average  monthly  rental 
-*il."»7  to  December  ::i ,  1916.  Leases  on  inspec- 
tion at  ouroftk". 

NO.  2 

New  '-story-and-basement  class  "C"  build- 
ing and  lot.  iix  137-6  feet,  situat--  southeast 
corner  Bush  Street  and  Mary  Lam1,  near 
Kearny  Street.  Entire  building  leased  to  one 
tenant  at  $5ou  per  month. 


These  Properties  Must 
Be  Sold 

TERMS  OF  SALE  — Thirty  days 
allowed  for  settlement  and  to  complete 
purchase.  A  deposit  of  ten  per  cent  of 
the  purchase  money  invariably  required 
on  the  fall  of  the  hammer  or  announce- 
ment of  sale ;  balance  of  cash  payment 
on  delivery  of  deed  ;  and  if  not  so  paid 
(unless  for  defect  of  title)  then  said  ten 
per  cent  to  be  forfeited  and  the  sale  to 
be  void. 

Taxes  for  the  fiscal  year  ending  June 
30,  1913,  to  be  prorated. 


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Hotel  St.  Francis 


Turkish  Bath 
12  th  Floor 

Ladies'  Hair  Dressing  Parlors 
2d  Floor 

Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

Basement,  Geary  St.  Entrance 

Under  the  management  of  James  Woods 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Can  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 

under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


Summeringat  this  luxurious  resort  on 
the  Ocean  iseueh  is  Ideal.  The  delightful 
ocean  breeze  gives  i  lew  zest  to  around 
of  the  links  or  a  slashing  set  ol  tennis. 
Every  out-of-door  amusement  hen*  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  quiet  rest.    Summer  Hates. 

J.  J.  HERN  AN,  Manager,  Corooado.  Cal. 

or  H.  F.  Norcross.  AgL. 334  So.  Spring  St. 
Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  10,  1912. 


Pears' 

"A  cake  of  pre- 
vention is  worth  a 
box  of  cure." 

Don't  wait  until 
the  mischief's  done 
before  using  Pears' 
Soap. 

There's  no  pre- 
ventive so  good  as 
Pears'  Soap. 

Established  in  17S9. 


TOYO    KISEN    KAISHA 

(ORIENTAL    S.    S.    CO.) 

S.  S.  Chiyo  Mam Saturday,  Aug.  31,  1912 

S.  S.  Xippon    Mara    (intermediate  service  sa- 
loon accommodations  at  reduced  rates) . . . 

Saturday,    Sept.    21,1912 

5.  S.  Tenvo  Mara    (via  Manila  direct) 

Friday,    Sept.    27,  1912 

S.  S.  Shinvo    Mara     (new) 

Saturday,   Oct.    19,  1912 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier,  2\o.  34, 
near  foot  of  Brannan  Street,  1  p.  m.,  for 
Yokohama  and  Hongkong,  calling  at  Honolulu, 
Kobe  (Hiogo),  Nagasaki  and  Shanghai,  and 
connecting  at  Hongkong  with  steamer  for  Ma- 
nila, India,  etc.  No  cargo  received  on  board 
on   day    of   sailing. 

Round-trip  tickets   at  reduced   rates. 
For     freight    and     passage     apply     at    office, 
fourth  floor  Western  Metropolis  National  Bank 
Bldg.,  625  Market  St.  W.  H.  AVERY, 

Assistant    General    Manager. 


Gladding.McBean  &  Go. 

Manufacturers  Clay  Products 

Crocker  Bldg.  San  Francisco 

Works.  Lincoln.Cal. 


THE  LATEST  STYLES  IN 

Choice  Woolens 

H.  S.  BRIDGE  &  CO. 

Merchant   Tailors 
108-110  Sutter  St,  French  Bank  Bldg. 


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CITIZENS'  ALLIANCE 


SAN  FRANCISCO 

OPEN 
SHOP 


"Th>-  policy  of  limiting  the 
number  of  apprentices  Hies  in 
tfae  face  of  the  American  doc- 
trine that  education  should 
bo  free  to  itll." 

—Professor  Eliot,  Harvard  Unneraty 


The  Citizens*  Alliance  offices 

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San  Francisco 


THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 

"Do  you  believe  in  luck;"'     "Yes,  sir.    j '  .■ . 
else    could    1    account    for    the    success 
neighbors?" — Detroit  Free  Press.   - 

Gibbs — I  admire  a  man  who  says  th 
thing  at  the  right  moment.     Dibbs — So   ao   I, 
particularly   when   I'm   thirsty. — Boston    Tran- 
script. 

"When  does  your  husband  find  time  to  do 
all  his  reading?"  "Usually  when  I  want  to 
tell  him  something  important." — Detroit 
Free  Press. 

"So  Banks  is  trying  to  break  his  late  wife's 
will.''  "Yes;  poor  fellow,  I  guess  it's  the 
first  time  he  ever  had  the  chance  to  do  it." 
— Baltimore  American. 

"Don't  you  think  we  have  laws  enough 
already,  senator  ?"  "Oh,  yes ;  but  if  I  don't 
let  'em  know  what  I'm  here  for  I'll  never 
get  here  again." — Atlanta   Constitution. 

'"Remember,  my  son,  that  beauty  is  only 
skin  deep,"  warned  the  Sage.  "That's  deep 
enough  for  me,"  replied  the  young  man. 
''I'm    no    cannibal." — Cincinnati    Enquirer. 

Visitor — I  suppose  the  whole  town  honors 
the  man  who  donated  the  new  library  ? 
Native — No ;  it's  the  man  who  donated  the 
site  for  the  new  baseball  park. — New  York 
Globe. 

First  Matron — I  don't  see  how  anybody 
can  afford  any  luxuries  nowadays.  "We've 
given  up  meat  at  our  house.  Second  Matron 
— And  we've  given  up  bridge. — Cleveland 
Plain  Dealer. 

First  Suffragette — Do  you  know  Mrs.  Chat- 
ter ton-Talkalot's  husband?  Second  Suffra- 
gette— I  don't  seem  to  remember.  What  was 
his  name  before  she  married  him  ? — Phila- 
delphia Record. 

"Sail  on,  oh,  ship  of  state"  is  a  good  line 
of  poetry,  but  it  doesn't  prevent  a  number  of 
statesmen  from  wanting  to  keep  the  good  old 
craft  continually  in  the  dry  dock  for  repairs. 
— Washington  Star. 

Boggs — I  heard  a  lecturer  say  last  night 
that  we  would  all  live  to  see  the  day  when 
a  woman  will  be  Speaker  of  the  House.  Do 
you  believe  that  ?  Henpeck — I  know  of  one 
woman  that  is,  already. — Punch. 

"What  are  your  objections  to  me  as  a  can- 
didate?" asked  the  patriot  "You're  an  all- 
right  candidate,"  replied  Farmer  Corntossel. 
"I  don't  think  you'd  be  near  so  entertaining 
as  an  office-holder." — Des  Moines  Register. 

"A  horse,"  said  the  kindly  citizen,  "is 
man's  most  faithful  friend."  "Yes,"  replied 
Farmer  Corntossel.  "But  if  you'll  figure  up 
feed  bills  you'll  see  that  a  man  is  also  a 
prettv  good  thing  for  a  horse." — Washington 
Herald. 

Mr.  Dubb — Often  when  I  look  up  at  the 
stars  in  the  firmament  I  can  not  help  think- 
ing how  small,  how  insignificant  I  am.  Miss 
Keen — Indeed!  And  is  it  only  then  that  that 
thought  strikes  you,  Mr.  Dubb  ? — Boston 
Transcript. 

"It  is  said  that  Indians  never  laugh.  Is 
that  true?"  "I  believe  so."  "What  is  the 
explanation — or  is  there  any?"  "Well,  for 
one  thing,  their  women  never  come  out  in 
the  latest  styles  from  Paris." — Chicago 
Record-Hera  Id. 

Rural  Landlady — If  some  of  your  acquaint- 
ances in  the  city  are  looking  for  country 
board  I  hope  you'll  mention  my  place.  De- 
parting Guest — I  will ;  but  I  don't  recall  any 
one  that  I  have  a  grudge  against  just  now. 
— Boston   Transcript. 

Church — Y"ou  say  Flatbush  has  a  good 
memory**  Gotham — Sure  thing.  Church — 
Well,  he  borrowed  $5  from  me  three  months 
ago,  and  he's  forgotten  to  pay  it  back. 
Gotham — Oh,  no,  he  hasn't !  He's  never  tried 
to  borrow  any  more,  has  he  ? — Yonkers 
Statesman. 

Mc Andrews  the  Chemist  (at  two  a.  in.) — 
Two  penn'orth  of  bicarbonate  of  soda  for 
the  wife's  indigestion  at  this  time  o'  night 
when    a    glass    of    hot    water    does    just    as 

well "      Sandy    (hastily)— W eel !      Weel ! 

Thanks  for  the  advice,  I'll  no  bother  ye  after 
all.     Good-night. — The  Bystander. 

'"Your  son  seems  very  clear-headed."  "Yes, 
he's  a  smart  boy.  Only  he  made  a  mistake 
once.  He  said,  'Father,  now  is  th'  time  to 
fail,'  so  we  failed,  and  made  good  money 
from  it.  Only  if  we  had  waited  till  th'  next 
week  we  would  have  burned  out !" — Cleve- 
land Plain  Dealer. 

"I  have  telephoned,"  said  a  sweet  voice,  "to 
see  if  the  Senate  is  in  session."  "The 
Senate,"  answered  the  attendant,  "is  not  in 
session."  "This  is  Miss  Smugg,  daughter  of 
Senator  Smugg.  Will  you  see  if  father  is 
sleeping  in  his  seat,  and,  if  so,  kindly  wake 
him  up  and  send  him  home?" — Louisville 
Courier-Journal. 

"I  don't  want  oatmeal,"  screamed  the 
child.  "You  must  have  oatmeal,"  said  his 
father.  "Never  force  anything  on  a  child 
like  that,"  interposed  uncle,  who  has  theo- 
ries. "Always  give  the  child  a  choice." 
"All    right,"    said    father.       "Now,    kid,    you 


can    have    oatmeal,  _or    you    can    have    a    clip 
on   the  jaw.      Which   is   it  ?"     The   child   took 
Washington  Herald. 


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W.  D.  Howells,  at  a  ju.... 
Point,  said  of  a  certain  popular  novelist : 
"There  is  about  as  much  poetry  in  him  as 
there  is  in  McMasters.  McMasters,  you 
know,  was  walking  with  a  beautiful  girl  in  a 
wild  New  England  wood.  'What  is  your 
favorite  flower,  Mr.  McMasters?'  the  girl 
asked  softly.  McMasters  thought  a  moment, 
then  cleared  his  throat  and  answered:  *We".!, 
I  believe  I  like  the  whole  wheat  best.'  " 


Thirty-five  years  ago  Mulcahy  dispensed 
both  liquors  and  politics  in  the  Fourth  Ward, 
New  Y"ork.  A  visitor  found  him  civil  but 
doleful,  his  very  soul  rent  with  grief  over 
the  peculations  of  his  barkeepers :  "Faith, 
and  I've  tried  all  sorts  of  thim ;  Catholics, 
black  Protestants,  and  Jews;  divil  a  bit  cud 
I  ever  tell  which  shtole  the  most ;  but  I  have 
thim  now.  I'm  after  buyin'  this  new  invin- 
tion ;  'tis  called  a  cash  re-gister,  and  divil 
burrst  the  man  who  can  shteal  from  that 
thing."  It  was  more  than  two  weeks  before 
the  visitor  called  again.  He  found  him  tend- 
ing bar  himself,  using  his  pockets  for  a  till, 
while  the  cash  register  stood  forlorn  and  neg- 
lected on  its  shelf.  He  was  calm,  but  there 
was  that  in  his  air  that  told  of  blighted  hopes 
and  the  fall  of  an  ideal,  however,  the  Celtic 
vivacity  of  expression  awoke  at  some  vague 
reference  to  the  cash  register.  "Ah  !*'  he  ex- 
claimed. "The  curse  o'  Crummel  be  on  it,  on 
thim  that  made  it,  and  on  thim  that  told  me 
it  would  prevint  shtealing.  Thim  barkeepers 
had  it  bate  the  firrsht  week ;  they  wint  t' rough 
it  like  the  divil  wint  t'rough  Athlone :  in 
shtanding  leps." 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Bull  Moose  and  the  Original  Progres- 
sives— Panama  and  Good  Faith — Bond  or  Free — The 
Japanese    Emperor — Profession    and    Practice 97-99 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    99 

THE    COSMOPOLITAN.      By    S.    G.    P.    Coryn 100 

OLD    FAVORITES:     "The   Cigale   and   the  Ant,"    from   the 

Provencal    o£    Bernard    Miall 100 

A   NEW   PALAIS    ROYAL:     The   Scheme    for   Transforming 

the  Famous  Parisian  Haunt.     By  Henry  C.   Shelley...         101 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the    World 101 

A   GAMBLE  IN   LOVE:     The   Municipal    Stake  in    Elfrida's 

Matrimonial    Fortunes.     By    Percy   \V.    Whitaker 102 

LIFE-LONG  OBSERVATION  OF  BUGS:  The  Book  of  In- 
sect Studies  by  J.  H.  Fabre,  the  Octogenarian  French 
Entomologist   103 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip   of    Books  and    Authors 104-105 

DRAMA:  "Patience"  and  "The  Pirates."  By  Josephine 
Hart  Phelps. — J.  K.  Hackett  in  "Samson."  By  George 
L.    Shoals    106-107 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 107 

VANITY  FAIR:  Choosing  Couples  for  the  Dinner-Table— 
How  Mischances  May  Be  Avoided — Mysterious  In- 
creased Demand  for  Socks — Miss  May  Sinclair's  De- 
fense of  Men — Moving  Pictures  for  the  Equal  Suffrage 
Campaign — Touching    Tableaux     108 

STORYTETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             109 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 109 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts          no 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    HI 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Fate's  Comedy,"  by  Thomas  Doolan; 
"A  Child's  Footprints  on  the  Way  to  Church,"  by 
Anna  Bunston   de  Bary;    "The  Baby,"  by  S.    E.    Kiser         111 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by   the   Dismal   Wits  of  the   Day 112 


The   Bull   Moose   and   the   Original   Progressives. 

Men  of  long  memories  have  no  difficulty  in  under- 
standing why  the  leading  progressives  of  the  country 
— particularly  those  in  congressional  life — are  stand- 
ing aloof  from  the  Roosevelt  movement.  These  men 
know  Roosevelt,  and  they  have  small  faith  in  his  pro- 
gressive professions,  knowing  that  his  support  of  any 
cause  goes  only  so  far  and  lasts  only  so  long  as  his 
personal  interests  may  chance  to  be  connected  with 
it.  Every  leading  progressive  whose  career  extends 
far  enough  back  to  have  touched  that  of  Roosevelt  in 
the  presidency  is  a  bearer  of  scars  inflicted  by  Roose- 
velt in  the  days  when  he  regarded  progressivism  with 
something  of  the  devil's  presumptive  antipathy  to  holy 
water,  and  when  he  had  the  power  to  translate  his 
animosities  into  obstructive  and  revengeful  acts. 

The  truth  of  history  as  it  relates  to  the  period  when 
progressivism  was  making  its  earlier  appeals  to  the 
sentiment  of  the  country  exhibits  Mr.  Roosevelt  as  a 
very  Nero  of  obstruction  and  persecution — as  one  who 
both  hating  and  fearing  the  new  movement,  used  the 
powers  of  his  office  to  discredit  it  morally  and  to  strike 
it  down  practically.     Wherever  the  voice  of  Roosevelt 


could  reach  it  sought  to  malign  the  earlier  progres- 
sives; wherever  his  hand  could  strike  its  aim  was  to 
hinder  and  thwart  them. 

All  this  is  remembered  resentfully,  even  bitterly;  and 
the  feeling  which  grew  out  of  it  is  further  emphasized 
by  comprehension  on  the  part  of  the  original  pro- 
gressives that  the  intrusion  of  Roosevelt  into  the  im- 
mediate situation  tends  not  to  promote  their  cause, 
but  to  confound  it  with  an  inordinate  personal  ambi- 
tion, to  ally  it  with  professional  trouble-breeders, 
and  to  postpone  the  fondly  hoped-for  day  of  its 
ultimate  triumph.  Bull-mooseism  is  a  thing  very  dif- 
ferent from  progressivism.  There  is  in  it,  say  the 
original  progressives,  more  of  ambition,  of  cant,  of 
hypocrisy,  of  vengefulness,  than  of  principle.  It  has 
by  its  radicalism  all  but  undone  the  work  of  a  dozen 
busy  years. 

The  hope  of  real  progressivism  now  lies  in  the  pros- 
pect of  such  a  rebuke  to  Roosevelt  in  November  as  will 
either  reduce  him  to  quietude  or  set  him  off  on  some 
new  personal  venture,  leaving  the  cause  of  progres- 
sivism to  purge  itself  of  inconsistencies  and  extrava- 
gances and  to  make  fresh  appeal  to  the  judgment  and 
conscience  of  the  country. 


And  in  truth  very  much  may  be  said  in  illustration 
of  the  achievements  of  progressivism  before  Mr. 
Roosevelt  intruded  himself  into  it  and  made  it  the  ve- 
hicle of  his  resentments  and  his  hopes.  It  had  up  to 
January,  1912,  grown  in  its  representation  in  the  Senate 
from  one  man  (Mr.  La  Follette)  to  fourteen,  and  had 
established  itself  as  a  recognized  balance  of  power  to 
which  each  of  the  old  parties  found  it  necessary  to 
come  cap-in-hand.  It  had  broken  down  a  power  which 
had  long  ruled  the  House  of  Representatives  and  which 
in  the  person  of  Uncle  Joe  Cannon  had  established  a 
species  of  reactionary  dynasty.  It  had  by  the  senti- 
ment which  it  had  created  throughout  the  country 
forced  the  retirement  from  the  Senate  of  Aldrich, 
Hale,  Burroughs,  Spooner,  Depew,  and  others  who  for 
many  years  had  controlled  all  important  determina- 
tions of  that  body.  It  had,  in  brief,  attained  a  power 
in  Congress  wdiich  enabled  it  to  demand  and  to  en- 
force one  piece  of  legislation  after  another  in  line  with 
its  general  programme.  It  had  come  into  control  of  the 
Republican  machinery  in  several  states,  and  was  in  the 
way  of  defining  the  principles  if  not  of  actually  naming 
the  candidates  of  the  party  nationally. 

It  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  a  year  ago  progres- 
sivism had  fairly  won  its  fight  or  was  in  the  way  of 
winning  it  at  every  essential  point  of  governmental 
policy,  and  that  it  was  in  the  way  of  coming,  through 
triumphs  within,  to  dominate  the  party  from  which  it 
sprung  and  which  its  aim  was  to  use  in  the  creation 
of  a  new  order  of  things. 


Mr.  Roosevelt's  attitude  towards  progressivism  may 
fairly  be  appraised  by  reference  to  the  part  which  he 
played  in  the  several  campaigns  fought  prior  to  1912 
for  its  establishment  nationally  and  in  the  several 
states.  It  is  pertinent  to  note  Mr.  Roosevelt's  attitude 
toward  the  men  who  did  the  pioneer  work  of  progres- 
sivism and  towards  the  means  which  they  adopted  for 
promotion  of  that  work.  Out  of  several  cases  we 
select  that  of  Senator  La  Follette,  because  it  was  the 
first  of  its  kind,  because  it  was  the  most  continu- 
ously sustained,  and  because  there  is  illustrated  in  its 
history  a  typically  Rooseveltian  scheme  of  opposition. 

La  Follette  was  in  the  Senate  when  Roosevelt  came 
to  the  presidency,  having  already  assumed  a  defined 
attitude  as  a  reformer  within  the  Republican  party. 
He  had  behind  him  five  years  of  successful  constructive 
work  in  his  own  State  of  Wisconsin.  He  had  built 
up  there  an  organization  in  support  of  the  scheme  of 
things  which  is  now  styled  progressive.  If  Mr.  Roose- 
velt had  been  friendly  to  reform,  if  he  had  been  other 
than  actively  unfriendly  to  it,  he  would  have  helped 
La  Follette  or  at  least  would  have  put  no  difficulties  in  • 


his  way.  But  he  was  not  friendly  to  La  Follette,  nor 
tolerant  of  his  proposals.  From  the  very  beginning 
he  set  himself  against  the  man  and  his  work. 

When  the  Wisconsin  legislature  met  in  1901,  Roose- 
velt then  having  just  come  into  the  presidency.  La 
Follette  presented  his  first  large  demand  looking  to  a 
more  popular  plan  in  government.  It  was  in  the  form 
of  two  important  proposals  of  legislation,  one  a  pri- 
mary election  law,  the  other  a  law  under  which  rail- 
roads should  be  taxed  on  an  equality  with  other  kinds 
of  property.  These  issues  were  fought  out  in  a  con- 
tinuing battle  running  through  the  years  1901,  1902, 
and  1903.  On  the  side  opposing  La  Follette  there  ap- 
peared as  active  workers  several  prominent  Federal 
office-holders,  men  who  might  have  been  called  off  by 
a  word  from  the  President  if  he  had  chosen  to  utter 
it.  James  G.  Monahan,  collector  of  internal  revenue 
at  Madison,  and  Henry  Fink,  collector  of  internal  reve- 
nue at  Milwaukee,  were  conspicuous  opponents  of  the 
La  Follette  measures.  William  Devoe,  a  Republican 
senator  from  the  city  of  Milwaukee,  elected  under 
pledge  to  support  La  Follette's  measures,  cast  his  vote 
against  them  and  was  active  in  side-tracking  the  rail- 
road bill  in  committee.  Very  shortly  thereafter  he  was 
by  Roosevelt's  appointment  made  collector  of  customs 
at  Milwaukee,  thus  conspicuously  rewarded  for  his  be- 
trayal of  La  Follette.  William  O'Neil,  another  state 
senator  and  an  opponent  of  La  Follette's  proposals, 
was  also  given  a  Federal  appointment.  Still  another 
of  La  Follette's  opponents  in  the  legislature,  Francis 
B.  Keen,  an  assemblyman,  was  given  a  place  in  the  con- 
sular service  by  Roosevelt. 

Following  this  first  attempt  to  popularize  the  state 
government  of  Wisconsin,  La  Follette  urged  other  pro- 
posals .before  the  legislative  sessions  of  1903  and  1905. 
One  of  his  most  bitter  antagonists,  and  perhaps  the 
most  effective  of  all  of  them,  was  A.  L.  Sanborn  of 
Madison,  a  well-known  railroad  attorney.  Sanborn's 
opposition  put  all  of  La  Follette's  resources  to  the  test 
and  came  near  defeating  them  altogether.  In  March. 
1905,  upon  the  retirement  of  Judge  Alonzo  Bunn,  San- 
born was  appointed  by  Roosevelt  United  States  Dis- 
trict Judge.  At  the  same  time  another  active  oppo- 
nent of  La  Follette,  J.  V.  James  of  Milwaukee,  was 
named  by  Roosevelt  as  United  States  judge.  So  much 
for  Mr.  Roosevelt's  use  of  the  concrete  powers  of  hi* 
office  to  break  down  the  efforts  of  Senator  La  Follette 
to  reorganize  the  governing  system  of  Wisconsin  along 
progressive  lines.  . 

But  these  were  not  the  only  ways  in  which  Roose- 
velt sought  to  embarrass  and  defeat  La  Follette.  <  (ne 
of  the  fixed  obstacles  in  La  Follette's  work  to  "progres- 
sivize"  Wisconsin  was  John  W.  Babcock,  a  member 
of  Congress.  As  a  result  of  the  differences  between 
the  two  men,  La  Follette  undertook  to  beat  Babcock  in 
his  own  district.  In  the  crisis  of  the  contest  Babcock 
was  strengthened  by  a  personal  letter  from  Roosevelt, 
declaring  his  friendship  for  him  and  urging  his  re- 
election. Samuel  Barney,  another  strong  and  persist- 
ent friend  of  Babcock  and  opponent  of  La  Follette,  was 
rewarded  with  an  appointment  to  the  court  of  claims 
at  Washington  by  Roosevelt.  Joseph  G.  Farr,  an- 
other of  Babcock's  political  aids  and  a  staunch  enemy 
of  La  Follette  and  all  his  works,  was  given  a  place 
in  the  Indian  service  by  Roosevelt.  Grahm  L.  Rice, 
still  another  anti-La  Follette  man,  was  given  a  Federal 
job  by  Roosevelt.  The  editor  of  a  Wisconsin  paper, 
whose  voice  was  loud  against  La  Follette.  one  H.  A. 
Taylor,  was  employed  by  Roosevelt  as  assistant  secre- 
tary of  the  treasury;  and  another  newspaper  critic  oi 
La  Follette,  Amos  P.  Wilder,  was  given  a  position  in 
the  consular  service.  At  the  same  time  there  was  care 
in  the  selection  of  postmasters  in  Wisconsin  to  name 
men  arrayed  against  La  Follette;  and  later  Henry  C. 
Payne,  perhaps  the  leading  anti-La  Follette  man  of  the 
state,  was  by  Mr.  Roosevelt  made  Postmaster-General 
in  his  own  Cabinet.  It  was  in  spite  of  this  tremendous 
opposition  that  Mr.  La   Follette  succeeded  in  putting 


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August  17,  1912. 


i  lie  of  progressive  legislation  upon  the  statute 
.  of  his  state.  Perhaps  it  was  his  success  in  this 
respect  which  so  irritated  Mr.  Roosevelt  that  in  June, 
1904,  he  secured  by  direct  influence  the  dismissal  of 
Senator  La  Follette  as  a  member  of  the  Republican 
National  Committee.        

This  act,  the  throwing  out  of  La  Follette  by  Roose- 
velt, was  the  very  first  toot  of  the  "steam-roller" 
against  which  Mr.  Roosevelt  now  so  bitterly  inveighs. 
In  1904  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  the  one  candidate  before 
the  Republican  convention.  The  organization,  the  at- 
mosphere— the  entire  works,  so  to  speak,  were  in  his 
hands.  The  regular  Republican  organization  of  the 
State  of  Wisconsin  sent  to  this  convention  as  dele- 
gates-at-large  Senator  La  Follette,  W.  B.  Connor, 
Isaac  Stephenson,  and  J.  H.  Stout.  Their  title  as  dele- 
gates, as  afterwards  determined  judicially  under  the 
Wisconsin  state  law,  was  clear.  But  there  appeared  as 
contestants  four  "stand-patters,"  namely,  J.  B.  Quarles, 
John  C.  Spooner,  Joseph  W.„  Babcock,  and  Emil 
Baensch.  The  contest  was  presented  to  the  national 
committee,  which  was  organized  in  Roosevelt's  interest, 
and  the  La  Follette  delegation  was  thrown  out  body 
and  breeches,  not  because  it  had  not  been  regularly 
chosen,  but  on  the  theory  that  its  members  were  not 
Republicans.  Thus  the  man  who  started  the  progres- 
sive movement  and  who  put  it  upon  its  feet  was  not 
permitted  to  sit  in  the  convention  which  nominated  Mr. 
Roosevelt  for  the  presidency. 

Roosevelt's  attitude  towards  La  Follette  was  pre- 
cisely his  attitude  towards  every  other  progressive  in 
the  period  of  his  presidency.  He  was  opposed  to  pro- 
gressivism  both  theoretically  and  practically,  and  as 
always  when  in  possession  of  power,  he  exercised  it 
arbitrarily  and  without  respect  either  to  the  sentiments 
or  rights  of  wdioever  might  be  in  opposition.  Is  it 
surprising,  in  view  of  this  record,  that  Mr.  Roosevelt 
is  now  regarded  by  the  men  who  created  the  progres- 
sive movement  in  this  country  with  resentment  rather 
than  with  friendship,  that  they  have  no  faith  in  his 
professions,  no  respect  for  his  pretensions;  that  they 
regard  him  as  an  interloper  who  has  assumed  the  pro- 
gressive name  from  motives  of  personal  ambition,  who 
regards  the  "cause"  as  a  thing  to  be  used  or  discarded 
as  it  may  suit  his  purposes? 


Panama  and  Good  Faith. 

The  point  at  issue  between  Great  Britain  and  the 
United  States  in  reference  to  the  Panama  Canal  tolls  is 
not  to  be  settled  by  a  hasty  and  one-sided  interpretation 
of  the  particular  clause  in  the  Hay-Pauncefote  treaty 
which  guarantees  "entire  equality"  for  all  nations 
using  the  canal.  Those  who  argue — in  Congress 
and  out  of  it — that  America  has  done  no  more 
than  bind  herself  to  act  impartially  to  all  her  cus- 
tomers, in  other  words  that  she  is  in  the  position 
of  an  inn-keeper  whose  tariff  to  all  the  world  is  a 
fixed  one  but  who  may  help  himself  freely  from  his 
own  larder,  have  overlooked  an  essential  feature  of 
the  situation.  The  Hay-Pauncefote  treaty  does  not 
stand  alone.  It  is  a  link  in  a  long  chain  of  negotia- 
tions that  cover  over  half  a  century.  It  is  but  a 
single  chapter  of  the  diplomatic  history  of  the 
canal,  and  it  can  not  be  understood  without  a  study 
of  the  causes  that  produced  it  and  of  the  documents 
that  preceded  it  and  which  it  supplanted.  In  other 
words,  this  latest  treaty  was  in  the  nature  of  a  com- 
promise or  a  bargain.  It  was  signed  by  both  parties 
upon  a  basis  of  value  received,  and  therefore  it  can 
not  be  interpreted  as  an  isolated  instrument  or  without 
reference  to  its  antecedents.  A  glance  at  the  history 
of  the  last  fifty  years  makes  this  clear  enough. 

The  first  Panama  treaty  with  Great  Britain,  which 
was  abrogated  by  the  present  agreement,  was  made  in 
1850.  It  is  commonly  known  as  the  Clayton-Bulwer 
treaty,  and  it  was  of  course  signed  long  before  Panama 
assumed  its  present  importance,  and  at  a  date  when 
canal  projects  were  still  visionary.  At  that  time  nei- 
ther America  nor  Great  Britain  claimed  any  special 
influence,  interest,  or  authority  over  the  isthmian  ter- 
ritory. That  some  one  would  one  day  dig  the  canal 
was  inevitable.  It  was  obviously  an  achievement  of 
the  future,  and  the  treaty  was  no  more  than  a  timely 
agreement  that  would  forestall  difficulties  when  that 
time  should  come.  That  this  treaty  assumed  an  entire 
equality  of  interest  between  America  and  Great  Britain 
without  any  nreponderance  of  influence  or  authority  to 
cither  is  clear  enough  from  its  terms,  its  first  article 
reading  as  follows: 

The  govei-.ments  of  the  United  States  and  Great  Britain 
hereby  declare,   that  neither  the  one  nor  the  other  will  ever 


obtain  or  maintain  for  itself  any  exclusive  control  over  the 
said  ship  canal  ;  agreeing  that  neither  will  ever  erect  or  main- 
tain any  fortifications  commanding  the  same  or  in  the  vi- 
cinity thereof,  or  occupy,  or  fortify,  or  colonize,  or  assume 
or  exercise  any  dominion  over  Nicaragua,  Costa  Rica,  the 
Mosquito  coast,  or  any  part  of  Central  America ;  nor  will 
either  make  use  of  any  protection  which  either  affords  or 
may  afford,  or  any  alliance  which  either  has  or  may  have, 
to  or  with  any  state  or  people,  for  the  purpose  of  erecting 
or  maintaining  any  such  fortifications,  or  of  occupying,  forti- 
fying, or  colonizing  Nicaragua,  Costa  Rica,  the  Mosquito 
coast,  or  any  part  of  Central  America,  or  of  assuming  or 
exercising  dominion  over  the  same ;  nor  will  the  United 
States  or  Great  Britain  take  advantage  of  any  intimacy,  or 
use  any  alliance,  connection,  or  influence  that  either  may 
possess,  with  any  state  or  government  through  whose  terri- 
tory the  said  canal  may  pass,  for  the  purpose  of  acquiring  or 
holding,  directly  or  indirectly,  for  the  citizens  or  subjects 
of  the  one,  any  rights  or  advantages  in  regard  to  commerce 
or  navigation  through  the  said  canal  which  shall  not  be 
offered  on  the  same  terms  to  the  citizens  or  subjects  of  the 
other. 

But  in  course  of  time  the  Clayton-Bulwer  treaty  of 
1850  was  robbed  of  its  relevancy  by  the  progress  of 
events.  The  French  engineers  having  abandoned  the 
canal  work,  the  American  government  decided  to  under- 
take its  completion,  and  the  task  of  construction  was  re- 
sumed with  the  hearty  good-will  of  civilization,  and 
especially  of  Great  Britain.  Obviously  the  "hands  off" 
clauses  of  the  Clayton-Bulwer  treaty  were  no  longer 
applicable  to  a  work  that  was  to  be  performed  with 
American  money,  American  skill,  and  at  American 
risks,  and  so  it  was  agreed  that  another  treaty  more 
equitable  to  the  new  American  interests  should  take 
the  place  of  the  old  one,  which  assumed  an  equality  of 
interest  which  no  longer  existed.  This  new  arrange- 
ment wasthe  Hay-Pauncefote  treaty  of  1901.  It  was 
distinctly  in  the  nature  of  a  bargain,  as  has  been  said. 
It  was  on  the  basis  of  "give  and  take,"  American 
rights  commensurate  with  American  sacrifice  and  risk 
being  admitted,  and  America  on  her  part  agreeing  to 
a  single  tariff  of  tolls  applicable  to  all  ships  of  all 
nations.  In  other  words,  Great  Britain  agreed  to  re- 
cede from  the  position  of  equal  interest  and  influence 
guaranteed  to  her  by  the  Clayton-Bulwer  treaty  and  to 
acknowledge  a  rightful  American  supremacy.  She 
also  waived  the  question  of  American  fortifications, 
and  as  a  quid  pro  quo  she  was  assured  of  equal  tolls 
for  all  nations.  The  clause  now  in  dispute  was  Great 
Britain's  share  of  the  bargain,  the  concession  made  to 
her  in  return  for  her  own  concessions  in  the  matters 
of  American  dominance  and  American  fortifications. 
To  maintain  that  the  equal  tolls  clause  does  not  bear 
its  face  meaning  is  equivalent  to  robbing  a  purchase 
price  of  its  value.  It  means  that  Great  Britain  re- 
ceives nothing  in  exchange  for  her  own  concessions. 
The  extent  of  these  concessions  is  made  evident  by  a 
quotation  from  the  new  Hay-Pauncefote  treaty  and  a 
comparison  of  its  terms  with  those  of  the  document  that 
it  supplanted: 

It  is  agreed  that  the  canal  may  be  constructed  under  the 
auspices  of  the  government  of  the  United  States,  either  di- 
rectly at  its  own  cost  or  by  gift  or  loan  of  money  to  indi- 
viduals or  corporations  or  through  the  subscription  to  or  pur- 
chase of  stock  or  shares  and  that  subject  to  the  provisions 
of  the  present  treaty  the  said  government  shall  have  and 
enjoy  all  the  rights  incident  to  such  construction  as  well  as 
the  exclusive  right  to  provide  for  the  regulation  and  manage- 
ment of  the  canal. 

The  United  States  adopts  as  the  basis  of  the  neutralization 
of  such  ship  canal  the  following  rules  substantially  as  em- 
bodied in  the  convention  of  Constantinople  signed  the  29th 
of  October,  1888,  for  the  free  navigation  of  the  Suez  Canal, 
that  is  to  say : 

The  canal  shall  be  free  and  open  to  the  vessels  of  com- 
merce and  of  war  of  all  nations  observing  these  rules  on 
terms  of  entire  equality,  so  that  there  shall  be  no  discrimina- 
tion against  any  such  nation  or  its  citizens  or  subjects  in 
respect  to  the  conditions  or  charges  of  traffic  or  otherwise. 
Such  conditions  and  charges  of  traffic  shall  be  just  and  equi- 
table. 

It  will  be  seen  that  the  Hay-Pauncefote  treaty  is  a 
full  and  frank  admission  of  the  new  American  rights 
over  the  canal,  rights  that  did  not  previously  exist  and 
that  were  explicitly  denied  by  the  earlier  agreement. 
In  return  for  this  admission  Great  Britain  received  the 
guaranties  of  "entire  equality,"  and  if  we  are  now  to 
assert  that  these  guaranties  have  no  practical  value 
we  are  in  the  position  of  receiving  something  for  noth- 
ing and  of  benefiting  from  one  side  of  a  bargain  while 
refusing  to  fulfill  the  other.  In  fact  we  are  offering 
a  price  and  then  snatching  it  back  as  soon  as  the  goods 
have  been  delivered. 

That  the  canal  has  now  become  American  soil  has 
no  bearing  upon  the  case  unless  upon  the  contention 
that  one  iniquity  justifies  another.  Indeed  no  such 
argument  could  be  advanced  except  by  those  entirely 


ignorant  of  the  latest  (Hay-Pauncefote)   treaty,  seeing 
that  Article  IV  reads : 

It  is  agreed  that  no  change  of  territorial  sovereignty  or  ot 
the  international  relations  of  the  country  or  countries 
traversed  by  the  before-mentioned  canal  shall  effect  the  gen- 
eral principle  of  neutralization  or  the  obligation  of  the  high 
contracting  parties   under  the  present  treaty. 

The  dispute  is  a  peculiarly  unfortunate  one  at  the 
present  time.  Not  only  does  it  come  as  a  sequel  to 
our  disreputable  seizure  of  the  Panama  Isthmus,  but 
it  coincides  with  a  domestic  political  situation  by  no 
means  free  from  charges  of  bad  faith  and  of  trickery. 
This  is  not  a  question  of  seeming  self-interest  in  the 
matter  of  American  ships.  It  is  a  question  of  inter- 
national rectitude,  of  the  plain  meaning  of  a  formal 
obligation,  of  the  binding  force  of  a  treaty  with  a 
friendly  nation.  There  are  no  two  men  in  the  United 
States  Senate  who  know  more,  nor  so  much,  of  foreign 
affairs  as  Mr.  Root  of  New  York  and  Mr.  Burton  of 
Ohio,  and  it  will  be  nothing  short  of  a  calamity  if  their 
grave  warnings  are  disregarded  and  if  we  allow  our- 
selves carelessly  to  pursue  the  advantage  of  the  mo- 
ment at  the  cost  of  an  integrity  in  international  affairs 
upon  which  we  have  rightly  prided  ourselves.  To  re- 
pudiate so  clear  and  precise  an  agreement  would  mean 
a  loss  of  moral  status  not  easily  to  be  recovered. 


Bond  or  Free? 

Something  more  than  a  month  ago  the  exposition 
management  advertised  for  bids  for  the  building  of  a 
fence  to  enclose  the  tract  where  the  construction  of  ex- 
position buildings  is  soon  to  begin.  Various  con- 
tractors, after  duly  figuring  upon  the  work,  have  sub- 
mitted proposals.  The  lowest  bid  comes  from  a  repu- 
table and  responsible  firm.  It  meets  the  requirements 
at  all  points.  But  it  so  happens  that  this  reputable 
and  responsible  firm  conducts  its  business  upon  the 
open-shop  plan.  There  is  nothing  against  its  opera- 
tions so  far  as  law  and  equity  are  concerned.  It  does 
not  scamp  its  work;  it  does  not  grind  the  face  of  the 
poor.  But  it  does  not  take  its  working  orders  from  the 
labor  unions.  It  does  not  bar  unionists;  it  does  not 
favor  unions.  It  treats  all  comers  alike,  demanding 
competence  in  workmen  and  insisting  upon  a  fair  per- 
formance of  all  tasks.  In  other  words  it  works  on  the 
traditional  American  basis  of  no  discrimination  with 
fair  pay  for  fair  work. 

The  way  would  seem  plain  for  the  exposition  man- 
agers— plain  in  morals,  plain  in  equity,  plain  in  com- 
mon sense.  Having  asked  for  bids  and  having  re- 
ceived them  in  good  faith,  good  faith  requires  that  they 
should  award  the  contract  where  it  belongs — to  the 
lowest  responsible  bidder.  But  there  is  hesitation; 
there  is  delay.  There  is  that  which  indicates  fear  to 
do  the  legitimate,  fair,  and  proper  thing.  A  busi- 
ness which  ought  to  have  been  disposed  of  more  than 
a  month  ago  has  been  put  over,  and  again  put  over, 
and  still  again  put  over. 

We  have  said  that  the  duty  of  the  exposition  man- 
agement is  plain.  Let  us  add  that  to  shirk  this  duty 
or  to  postpone  it  only  increases'  the  difficulties  of  the 
situation.  To  decline  to  award  the  bid  to  the  con- 
tractor entitled  to  it  would  be  a  flagrant  act  of  bad  faith 
and  a  signal  surrender  to  an  arrogant  and  selfish  in- 
terest. Furthermore  it  will  involve  the  exposition 
management  in  embarrassments,  for  discrimination 
against  an  open-shop  contractor  will  surely  be  the  sig- 
nal for  revolt  on  the  part  of  many  contributors  to  the 
voluntary  fund.  There  are  those  who  will  not  submit 
to  a  system  which  does  illegitimately  and  extravagantly 
what  should  be  done  legitimately  and  prudently. 

The  issue  involved  in  this  matter  of  the  exposition 
fence  is  one  which  must  be  fought  to  a  finish  either 
first  or  last.  The  unionistic  leaders,  we  are  told, 
demand  monopoly  of  employment  upon  exposition 
work.  They  insist  that  no  non-union  workmen 
shall  be  employed.  These  demands  can  not  be  con- 
ceded without  discrimination  against  citizens  who 
through  public  taxation  are  contributors  to  the  expo- 
sition funds.  To  give  monopoly  of  work  to  the  unions 
is  to  admit  that  membership  of  a  union  is  of  more 
practical  value  to  a  working  man  than  citizenship  in 
the  state.  It  is  in  effect  to  penalize  the  independence 
and  manly  hardihood  which  declines  to  submit  to  the 
domination  and  the  taxation  of  a  private  and  irre- 
sponsible association. 

To  submit  to  the  demands  of  unionists  will  be  not 
only  in  itself  inequitable,  but  in  effect  a  surrender  of 
public  authority  to  private  authority.  It  will  be  to  ad- 
mit that  San  Francisco  is  under  the  domination  of  a 
tyranny    which    dares    to    make    and    to    enforce    un- 


August  17,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


09 


just  and  illegal  conditions  which  the  authorities  of 
San  Francisco  lack  the  courage  and  the  resource  lo 
resist. 

Men  and  brethren,  wc  would  better  have  no  ex- 
position than  to  permit  the  work  of  its  creation 
to  be  a  means  of  riveting  upon  San  Francisco  a 
tyranny  at  once  odious  and  ruinous.  To  go  ahead  with 
the  movement  under  such  conditions  would  be  to  cast 
away  our  birthright  of  independence,  to  surrender  com- 
munity self-respect.  It  would  be  giving  notice  to  the 
world  that  San  Francisco  is  not  a  free  city,  but  a  city 
enslaved.  Better  abandon  the  exposition  than  to  have 
it  upon  terms  humiliating  and  shameful. 

There  is  humiliation  in  the  reflection  that  the  situa- 
tion calls  for  nothing  more  than  a  fair  measure  of 
manly  resolution.  All  that  the  exposition  management 
needs  to  do  is  to  appraise  the  conditions,  adjudge  what 
is  right,  and  then  proceed  in  the  spirit  of  courage  and 
self-respect.  The  first  duty  is  to  award  the  contract 
for  the  exposition  fence  to  the  lowest  responsible  bid- 
der. Mr.  Patrick  McCarthy  will  of  course  cry  out, 
and  others  will  join  him;  but  they  will  have  neither 
equity,  legality,  nor  common  sense  on  their  side. 
They  will  bluster  and  talk  about  obstruction.  But 
when  it  comes  to  a  show-down  they  will  not  stand 
between  the  plan  and  the  achievement  of  the  expo- 
sition. There  is  no  inspiration  in  unjust  demands 
to  nerve  men  in  a  sustained  fight.  They  will 
yield,  if  not  under  pressure  of  justice,  then  under 
pressure  of  public  opinion.  Experience  again  and 
again  has  demonstrated  the  weakness  of  unionism 
when  it  urges  an  unjust  cause  upon  conscience  allied 
with  courage. 

Men  of  the  exposition  management,  your  duty  and 
your  opportunity  are  before  you.  Will  you  act  like 
men  under  high  responsibility,  having  no  choice  in 
morals  or  in  honor  but  to  take  the  right,  the  legal,  the 
worthy  course,  or  will  you  be  craven  cowards? 

The  Japanese  Emperor. 

It  is  evident  that  the  foreign  and  domestic  policies  of 
Japan  will  go  forward  undisturbed  by  the  death  of  the 
emperor.  Indeed  from  the  political  point  of  view  the 
event  seems  to  have  caused  hardly  a  ripple,  and  per- 
haps there  could  be  no  better  evidence  both  of  the  sta- 
bility of  Japanese  institutions  and  of  Mutsuhito's  ca- 
pacity for  government  that  was  shown  in  its  most 
effective  forms  of  acquiescence  and  inaction.  Had  the 
dead  emperor  been  less  of  a  statesman  he  would  have 
shared  the  fate  of  the  Manchu  rulers  of  China.  Had 
he  been  less  of  a  patriot  he  would  have  placed  his 
own  autocratic  dignities  above  the  welfare  of  the  na- 
tion, and  both  might  have  been  destroyed.  With  prac- 
tically unlimited  power,  he  was  content  with  the  role 
of  a  limited  monarchy  and  with  a  constitutionalism 
that  he  made  it  his  business  to  foster  and  protect. 
Paradoxically  speaking,  we  know  so  much  of  Mutsu- 
hito  because  we  know  so  little,  because  it  was  always 
his  policy  to  remain  in  the  background,  to  act  through 
the  wisest  men  whom  he  could  find,  and  to  give  them 
the  consistent  support  of  his  influence  rather  than  of 
his  authority. 

To  appreciate  fully  the  character  of  the  late  em- 
peror it  is  necessary  to  remember  the  strong  tempta- 
tions that  attended  his  earlier  years  and  to  which  a 
weaker  man  would  have  succumbed.  He  came  to  the 
throne  during  the  reaction  against  the  rule  of  the 
Shogunate,  and  at  a  time  when  the  enthusiastic  restora- 
tion of  the  royal  power  gave  him  opportunities  for  a 
self-assertion  that  would  at  first  have  been  gratifying 
and  then  ruinous.  The  Shogunate  as  a  military  caste 
was  first  established  for  the  purpose  of  quelling  the 
disturbances  of  the  more  distant  barbarian  islands,  but 
under  the  ambitions  of  a  single  family  it  became  domi- 
nant over  the  whole  empire.  All  civil  authority  had 
passed  into  the  hands  of  the  Shoguns,  while  the  func- 
tions of  the  emperor  were  gradually  narrowed  to  those 
of  a  vague  and  mystic  religious  headship.  Mutsuhito 
came  to  the  throne  during  the  revolution  of  1868,  which 
destroyed  the  Shogunate  and  restored  to  the  emperor 
all  those  absolute  powers  which  had  belonged  to  his 
rank  for  twenty-five  centuries.  But  instead  of  assert- 
ing these  powers  he  practically  abrogated  them.  At 
least  he  reduced  them  to  a  shadow,  and  he  did  it  will- 
ingly. He  had  the  wisdom  to  see  that  despotism,  how- 
ever benevolent,  could  not  resist  the  new  influx  of  ideas 
that  followed  a  contact  with  civilization,  and  so  he  de- 
clared himself  at  once  in  favor  of  amicable  relations 
between  east  and  west  and  of  the  constitutional  gov- 
ernment that  those  relations  implied.  Theoretically 
the  constitution  of  Japan  is  not  democratic,  but  it  be- 


came democratic  in  practice,  thanks  to  the  determina- 
tion of  the  emperor  to  keep  his  powers  out  of  sight, 
to  allow  the  people  to  govern  themselves  lo  their  full 
capacity,  and  to  use  his  moral  influence  rather  than 
his  legal  rights.  In  the  first  flush  of  imperial  enthusi- 
asm after  the  fall  of  the  Shogunate  and  the  suppression 
of  the  Samurai  he  might  have  done  almost  anything 
he  wished  and  asserted  the  powers  that  were  tradi- 
tional and  that  could  hardly  have  been  denied  him. 
He  had  the  rare  wisdom  to  appeal  to  the  popular  heart 
by  granting  a  constitution,  thus  earning  for  himself  an 
authority  of  influence  far  more  real  and  durable  than 
any  that  could  come  in  more  despotic  ways.  In  other 
words,  he  preserved  his  divinity  in  the  popular  mind, 
as  the  Manchus  might  have  done  in  China  had  they 
been  less  greedy  of  the  outward  trappings  of  power. 

The  crown  prince  now  becomes  the  one  hundred  and 
twenty-second  Emperor  of  Japan.  If  he  follows  in  his 
father's  footsteps  there  is  no  reason  why  he  should  fear 
the  future.  If  he  tries  to  conceal  rather  than  to  dis- 
play his  vast  powers,  if  he  continues  to  attract  the  best 
abilities  of  the  nation  to  his  aid  and  to  give  his  un- 
swerving support  to  his  statesmen  in  fair  weather 
and  foul,  there  is  no  reason  why  the  present  system 
should  lose  its  hold  upon  the  popular  mind.  It  is 
adapted  to  the  needs  of  the  people,  and  nothing  but 
imperial  wisdom  is  needed  to  give  it  the  progressive 
elasticity  that  will  enable  it  to  meet  all  the  demands 
of  the  future. 


Profession  and  Practice. 

In  his  acceptance  of  the  vice-presidential  nomination 
Governor  Johnson  assumed  the  pose  of  heroic  mo- 
rality. With  a  fine  unction,  not  unfamiliar,  he  para- 
phrased in  an  up-to-date  interpretation  Henry  Clay's 
famous  remark  that  he  would  rather  be  right  than  be 
President.  Mr.  Johnson,  if  we  should  believe  what  he 
says,  would  rather  be  beaten  as  a  Progressive  than  be 
successful  as  a  Republican. 

Now  the  Argonaut,  being  familiar  with  Governor 
Johnson's  practice  of  rhetorical  superlativism  and 
moral  buncombe,  doesn't  take  his  professions  too  seri- 
ously. It  knows  Mr.  Johnson  to  be  the  easy  victim 
of  an  emotional  temperament.  It  has  noted  tears  in 
his  voice  before.  It  knows  his  capacity  for  emo- 
tion upon  slight  occasion ;  and  it  knows  with  what  ease 
he  can  turn  from  unctuous  declarations  to  shameless 
and  unworthy  acts. 

But  Mr.  Johnson  asks  to  be  taken  seriously.  He 
would  like  it  to  be  believed  that  he  would  rather  be 
right  than  be  Vice-President.  He  is  not  likely, 
we  think,  to  be  either;  nevertheless,  there  is  a 
way  by  which  the  sincerity  of  his  professions  may 
be  demonstrated,  and  that  is  by  living  up  to  them. 
Mr.  Johnson  has  contrived  thus  far  in  his  political 
career  to  pretend  one  thing  and  to  be  another, 
but  that  kind  of  fraud  can  not  be  practiced  suc- 
cessfully on  the  wider  stage  of  national  affairs — at  least 
not  by  one  of  Mr.  Johnson's  calibre.  If  he  is  going  to 
pose  before  the  country  as  an  honest  man,  he  must  act 
like  an  honest  man — his  practice  must  match  his  pro- 
fessions. 

Mr.  Johnson  is  running  for  high  office  as  the  candi- 
date of  a  duly  organized  political  party,  presenting  it- 
self under  its  own  name  and  professing  to  be  independ- 
ent of  any  other  party.  It  is  due  in  common  honesty 
that  Mr.  Johnson  should  now  absolve  himself  from  any 
and  all  connection  with  any  other  party.  If  Mr.  John- 
son is  a  Progressive  he  is  not  a  Republican,  since  no 
man  can  affiliate  with  two  parties  of  different  and  op- 
posing motives  at  the  same  time.  No  man  can  honor- 
ably assume  Mr.  Johnson's  relationship  to  the  Progres- 
sive party  and  at  the  same  time  cling  to  the  relationship 
he  has  recently  sustained  to  the  Republican  party. 

Senator  Works  has  put  the  matter  fairly,  in  terms  so 
direct  that  nobody  may  misunderstand.  His  remarks 
have  been  quoted  before  in  these  columns,  but  they  are 
worth  quoting  again.  To  "remain  on  committees 
*  *  *  of  the  Republican  party,"  says  Senator  Works, 
"and  at  the  same  time  act  with  the  new  party  *  *  *  is 
treachery  of  the  worst  kind."  "Any  such  course,"  he 
continues,  "dishonors  the  new  party  at  the  very  begin- 
ning." Again :  "In  attempting  to  retain  the  machin- 
ery or  offices  of  the  old  party  while  working  with  or 
for  a  new  one  *  *  *  they  can  no  longer  cry  'thief  to 
the  men  they  charge  with  stealing  delegates  at  Chi- 
cago." "If  they  do  these  things,"  says  Senator  Works 
in  conclusion,  "no  man  of  right  principles  can  support 
their  new  party." 

Governor  Johnson  has  said  in  effect  that  he  would 
rather  he  right  than  be  elected.     This  is  easy  to  say. 


But    there    are    those    of    us    who    don't  him 

— who    think    that    this    declaration    is    j  of 

moral  slobber  uttered  for  rhetorical  effect.  Bui  il  Mr. 
Johnson  really  would  rather  be  right  than  be  elected, 
the  demonstration  is  easy.  He  has  only  to  get  right — 
to  play  the  game  fair.  If  Mr.  Johnson  is  a  Progres- 
sive, as  he  claims  and  as  his  nomination  on  the  Roose- 
velt ticket  attests,  then  he  has  no  right  to  claim  char- 
acter as  a  Republican,  to  assume  authority  as  a  Repub- 
lican, to  ask  or  to  accept  any  advantage  under  such 
claims  and  pleas.  As  Senator  Works  has  so  well 
pointed  out,  there  is  but  one  course  consistent  with 
good  faith,  truth,  and  honor. 

Frankly,  the  Argonaut  does  not  expect  Governor 
Johnson  to  make  his  words  good.  It  expects  him  as 
usual  to  talk  in  the  language  of  the  highly  wrought 
moralist  and  to  act  the  part  of  a  crafty  politician.  It 
does  not  expect  this  over-spotted  leopard  to  change  his 
spots.  It  never  hopes  to  see  the  day  while  Mr.  John- 
son shall  remain  in  politics  when  he  will  cease  to  prate 
of  the  higher  morals  and  cease  to  practice  the  lowest 
tricks  of  a  cheap  fraud  and  a  yowling  demagogue. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


A  Distinctly  Pertinent  Remark. 
Your  title  to  the  nomination  is  as  clear  and  unimpeachable  as  the 
title  of  any  cantlidate  of  any  party  since  political  conventions  began. 
—Elihu   Root   to   President  Taft. 

Mr.  Root  is  an  excellent  authority  on  titles  and  legal  ques- 
tions of  eligibility.  When  Mr.  Roosevelt,  just  back  from  the 
Spanish  war,  was  threatened  with  the  loss  of  the  Republican 
nomination  for  governor  of  New  York  because  he  was  ac- 
cused of  tax  dodging  and  of  being  consequently  not  a  resi- 
dent of  New  York  state,  Elihu  Root  was  the  man  he  de- 
pended upon  to  clear  up  his  eligibility  before  the  Republican 
State  Convention.  When  Mr.  Root  spoke  as  he  did  to  Presi- 
dent Taft,  his  language  indicates  that  he  held  Mr.  Taft's 
title  to  this  presidential  nomination  to  be  fully  as  sound  as 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  title  to  the  governorship  in  1908. — Spring- 
field  Republican.  

A  Quiet  "Rush." 
When  Mr.  Roosevelt's  bolt  was  announced  it  was  stated 
that  the  South  would  rush  into  his  arms.  Long  impatient, 
she  would  now  throw  off  a  stupid  allegiance  to  the  Democracy 
and  go  to  the  man  that  she  loved  best.  Among  the  Southern 
signers  to  the  Roosevelt  call  printed  yesterday  are  Julian 
Harris,  son  of  the  famous  Georgia  humorist ;  John  M.  Parker 
and  Pearl  Wight,  of  Louisiana,  who  control  two  votes  in  that 
state,  and  Cecil  Lyon  of  Texas,  who  manages,  with  an  effort, 
to  keep  the  Democratic  majority  in  that  state  in  presidential 
years  down  to  300,000.  A  Southern  rush  to  the  Roosevelt 
party  ?  Yes,  if  one  is  indifferent  to  the  meaning  of  the  word 
rush. — IVasliington  Star.        

Saved  by  a  Narrow  Margin. 
In  his  speech  at  Chicago  Mr.  Roosevelt  said  that  the  Repub- 
lican party,  at  its  convention,  came  to  "a  shameful  end."  But 
by  how  narrow  a  margin !  A  change  of  twenty-five  votes 
would  have  prevented  Taft's  nomination,  and  then  the  party 
would  have  been  one  after  Roosevelt's  own  heart.  Even  as 
it  was,  he  could  easily  have  secured  the  nomination  of  Hughes 
or  Hadley  or  some  other  progressive  Republican,  and  brought 
about  the  adoption  of  a  platform  which  even  he  would  have 
called  progressive.  But  that  would  not  do.  It  was  either 
Caesar  or  nobody,  either  nominate  Roosevelt  by  hook  or  by 
crook,  by  "fake"  contests  and  Perkins's  money,  or  else  write 
yourself  down  as  the  tool  of  corrupt  interests. — New  York 
Evening  Post,  August  8.        

Dangerously  Socialistic. 
It  is  not  extravagant  to  say,  therefore,  that  the  new  party 
in  process  of  creation  at  Chicago  is  more  dangerously  so- 
cialistic than  the  Socialist  party,  which  has  been  with  us  for 
a  couple  of  decades.  The  Socialist  party  was  never  destined 
to  rapid  or  permanent  growth,  because  it  has  been  exotic  in  its 
methods  and  management.  It  is  a  close  corporation,  every 
member  of  which  in  order  to  remain  in  good  standing  is 
obliged  to  pay  dues  with  which  to  keep  the  organization 
solvent.  Its  controlling  membership  has,  therefore,  been 
small,  and  of  its  vote  at  national  elections  two-thirds  or 
three-fourths  has  been  contributed  by  outsiders  who  have  had 
no  voice  in  its  councils.  Such  a  scheme  of  organization  is 
alien  to  American  ideas  and  has  prevented  the  spread  of  the 
party's  influence.  Moreover,  its  leaders  have  been  theoretical 
extremists  who  do  not  work  for  immediate  political  results, 
but  have  their  gaze  bent  comfortably  on  the  distant  future. — 
New  York  Tribune.  

According  to  "Primary  Principles  of  Ordinary  Decency." 
The  conclusion  of  the  Progressives  to  organize  a  separate 
party  in  Pennsylvania  and  abandon  the  immoral  design  of 
sailing  under  Republican  colors  while  scuttling  the  ship  was 
inevitable.  Public  decency  could  not  be  thus  openly  insulted 
without  serious  penalty,  even  by  tricky  political  bosses ;  had 
the  unholy  purpose  been  persisted  in,  the  name  Progressive 
would  have  been  anathema  among  all  who  respect  primary 
principles  of  ordinary  decency,  and  the  new  party  would  have 
been  buried  beneath  a  flood  of  obloquy.  As  it  is,  the  conduct 
of  Boss  Flinn  and  his  active  coadjutors  in  seriously  advo- 
cating the  scandalous  proposition  has  revealed  their  lack  of 
political  integrity  and  unmasked  the  mockery  of  their  pro- 
fessed conversion  to  civic  ideals  and  social  justice. — Philadel- 
phia Ledger.  

"Accompanied  by  Qualifications  and  Evasions." 
Inalmost  every  instance  Mr.  Roosevelt's  enunciation  of  his 
policies   constitutes  a   most  extraordinary  jumble  of  assevera- 
tion   accompanied    by   qualifications   and    evasions. — Cleveland 
Plain  Dealer.  

Swollen  and  Purulent  Ambition. 
For  a  generation  Theodore  Roosevelt  has  been  gorged  with 
honors  by  the  Republican  party.  He  is  now  bound  to  destTQ) 
it  because  it  refuses  him  that  third  term  denied  to  Grant  and 
by  long  prescription  and  tradition  held  to  be  dangerous  and 
forbidden.  What  are  Washington  and  Jefferson  to  that 
swollen  and  purulent  ambition?  After  flagrant  personal  dis- 
loyalty, after  solemn  promises  false  as  dicers'  oaths,  standing 
beyond  scruple  and  beyond  shame,  he  shrieks  his  invitations 
to  the  honest  fanaticisms,  the  unprosperous  envies,  the  hall- 
baked  "reforms,"  and  all  the  mob  of  notions  and  nostrums. 
There  is  no  danger  that  Theodore  Roosevelt  will  be  President 
again.  But  to  think  that  such  a  man  has  been  President, 
could  be  President  elsewhere  than  among  those  congenial 
sons  of  mischief  and   cunning  the   Yahoos ! — N'ew)    York   Sun. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


\\  hat  a  relief  to  find  a  celebrity  who  does  not  wish  to 
have  his  biography  written.  Most  celebrities  carefully  pre- 
pare for  that  event  and  would  clamor  for  a  statue  if  they 
thought  they  could  get  it.  Andrew  Lang,  it  seems,  left  di- 
rections that  his  biography  was  not  to  be  undertaken.  "We 
know  enough  of  an  author,"  he  says,  "who  is  merely  an  au- 
thor, from  liis  books,  or  from  his  letters  if  he  himself  has 
deemed  them  worthy  of  publication.  .  .  .  There  must  be 
some  short  way  with  the  'Life  and  Letters'  plague."  The 
short  way  is  not  to  read  these  dreadful  books,  usually  the 
product  of  family  vanity  -and  so  full  of  the  things  that  need 
be    neither    recorded    nor    remembered. 


Curiously  enough,  Queen  Christina  of  Spain  has  a  some- 
what similar  reluctance  to  that  expressed  by  Mr.  Lang.  Be- 
ing informed  that  the  people  of  San  Sebastian  intended  to 
erect  a  statue  to  her,  she  expressed  her  strong  disapproval  of 
the  project  and  threatened  to  sell  her  castle  of  Miramar  and 
leave  the  district,  never  to  return,  if  the  plan  were  persisted 
in.  If  the  good  people  of  San  Sebastian,  she  said,  were  so 
burdened  with  a  superfluity  of  wealth  they  might  build  an 
orphanage  for  the  children  of  fishermen,  but  she  herself  would 
not  live  in  the  same  district  with  a  statue  of  herself. 


The  gentle  art  of  assassination  seems  to  be  a  surprisingly 
difficult  one,  although  we  might  suppose  that  in  these  days  of 
long  range  arms  of  precision  nothing  would  be  simpler  than 
to  kill  with  both  certainty  and  safety.  And  yet  in  spite  of 
many  tragic  successes  the  almost  unaccountable  failures  are 
far  more  numerous.  To  face  the  assassin  unafraid  is  part 
of  the  training  of  the  European  ruler,  and  he  passes  un- 
scathed through  scores  of  attempts.  The  assassin  is  usually 
a  man  of  weak  nerves  who  would  be  quite  harmless — except 
to  the  bystanders — with  a  rifle  at  a  hundred  yards.  He  is 
dangerous  only  with  the  revolver  or  the  knife  at  close  quar- 
ters, and  at  close  quarters  the  policeman  or  the  detective  is 
equally  dangerous  to  him.  But  the  real  protection  to  the 
great  man  is  the  nerves  of  his  enemy  and  that  psychological 
mystery  that  we  call  conscience.  Of  this  we  have  an  illus- 
tration in  the  recent  attempt  on  the  life  of  Lord  Kitchener  in 
Egypt.  The  would-be  assassin  says  he  felt  as  though  every 
policeman  knew  his  intention,  and  when  at  last  he  got  his 
chance  he  says  that  his  victim's  aide-de-camp  "looked  at  me 
so  intently  that  I  felt  paralyzed."  Without  making  any  at- 
tempt at  all  he  ran  away  to  hide,  "and  when  my  nerves  be- 
came calmer  I  walked  quietly  out  and  went  away."  .  The  man 
who  could  shoot  an  animal  unfailingly  at  long  range  or  even 
a  human  being  for  some  legitimate  cause  is  compelled  to  use 
the  knife  or  revolver  for  purposes  of  assassination  because 
he  can  not  trust  his  own  nerves. 


In  England,  Norway,  and  France  there  are  more  women 
than  men.  In  America,  Australia,  New  Zealand,  and  Canada 
there  are  more  men  than  women.  At  the  time  of  the  last 
British  census  there  were  18,624,884  women  in  the  country 
and  only  17,445, 60S  men,  so  that  1,179,276  women  are  hardly 
likely  to  get  husbands  or  rather  let  us  say  are  hardly  likely 
to  be  married,  since  the  prevailing  theory  would  have  us 
be'.ieve  that  women  marry  from  either  a  sense  of  duty  or 
necessity,  but  never  from  inclination.  The  causes  for  the 
preponderance  of  one  sex  over  the  other  are  still  very  ob- 
scure. That  new  countries  should  attract  men  rather  than 
women  is  natural  enough,  but  why  should  the  proportions 
vary  so  markedly  between  different  parts  of  old  settled  coun- 
tries. For  example,  in  East  Sussex  it  was  found  that  there 
were-  1256  women  to  1000  men.  In  Monmouthshire  there 
were  908  women  to  1000  men.  Why  do  male  births  pre- 
ponderate after  a  war,  as  unquestionably  they  do?  The  Sun- 
day supplements  are  never  tired  of  telling  us  that  Professor 
Quack  or  Dr.  Humbug  has  "wrung  the  last  secret  from  re- 
luctant nature,"  but  here  is  a  mystery  that  seems  to  be 
still  unsolved.  Another  curious  result  of  the  English  census 
shows  the  disparities  in  the  criminal  proclivities  of  men  and 
women.  The  prisons  contained  only  139  women  to  every 
1000  men,  while  in  the  reformatories  the  proportion  was  278 
to  1000,  and  in  the  workhouses  655  to  1000.  On  the  other 
hand  in  the  lunatic  asylums  there  were  1140  women  to  1000 
men,  while  in  the  inebriate  reformatories  and  retreats  there 
were  only  304  men  out  of  1357  inmates.  But  let  us  always 
be  suspicious  of  statistics.  There  is  a  disinclination  to  pun- 
ish the  minor  offenses  of  women,  while  on  the  other  hand 
it  is  more  easy  to  persuade  a  woman  to  enter  an  inebriate 
retreat  than  it  is  a  man. 


Who  knows  how  many  republics  there  are  in  Europe?  Most 
of  us  will  reply  that  there  are  two,  France  and  Switzerland, 
and  then  the  reply  will  be  changed  to  three  as  we  remember 
that  little  terrestrial  hell,  Portugal.  But  there  are  at  least 
four  others  of  which  we  seldom  hear,  perhaps  because  they 
are  so  small  or  so  peaceful  that  the  historian  has  no  use  for 
them.  Any  good  guide-book  will  tell  us  something  of  Andorra 
and  San  Marino,  but  there  is  also  the  republic  of  Spust  in 
the  Pyrenees,  which  has  an  area  of  600  acres  and  a  population 
of  140.  And  there  is  another  little  republic  called  Tavolara, 
near  Sardinia,  with  a  population  of  sixty  persons.  The  Lon- 
don Daily  Chronicle  reminds  us  that  there  used  to  be  still 
another  small  republic  called  Morsenet  somewhere  in  the  vi- 
cinity of  Belgium  and  which  mysteriously  disappeared  over 
night.  The  disappearance  was  not  due  to  seismic  disturb- 
ances, but  to  a  quiet  deal  between  Belgium  and  Germany. 
The  good  people  of  Morsenet  went  to  bed  republicans  and 
i  a  oke  imperialists  and  German  subjects  and  have  been  so 
ever  since,  and  as  they  made  no  audible  complaint  we  may 
suppose  that  t\ey  had  no  objections  to  the  change. 


Australia  is  discovering  that  military  conscription  has  its 
drawbacks,  ;.  id  in  the  interest  of  Australia  herself  and  of 
ci\  ilization    ■■■-*    may    hope   that    those    drawbacks    will    become 


more  grievous  than  they  are  now.  Drill,  uniform,  and 
weapons  have  a  certain  glamour  about  them,  but  the  glamour 
is  already  being  dulled  by  the  realization  that  military  obliga- 
tions in  their  full  force  will  last  for  twelve  years,  and  for 
long  after  that  in  a  lesser  form,  and  that  the  Saturday  half 
holiday  is  practically  abolished  in  deference  to  the  drill  ser- 
geant. Then,  too,  the  ugly  spectre  of  caste  has  made  its 
appearance,  as  it  was  certain  to  do.  The  great  public  schools, 
which  are  practically  caste  institutions,  are  allowed  by  the 
law  to  form  cadet  companies  of  their  own,  which  are  kept 
apart  from  the  less  favored  boys  whose  parents  can  not  afford 
the  fees  of  the  public  schools.  And  the  public  school  boys 
do  not  drill  on  Saturday  afternoons,  as  the  head-masters 
easily  arrange  for  statutory  hours  during  the  week.  Then, 
too,  a  large  number  of  boys  evade  the  service  altogether,  and 
the  machinery  of  the  law  is  not  complex  enough  to  catch 
them.  Therefore  enthusiasm  is  somewhat  on  the  wane,  espe- 
cially as  conscription  is  certain  to  discourage  the  immigration 
that  Australia  badly  needs.  Fathers  of  boys  who  are  anxious 
to  escape  from  the  military  serfdom  of  Europe  are  hardly 
likely  to  select  a  new  country  that  has  deliberately  laid  itself 
in    the   dust  before   the  Juggernaut   of   militarism. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


In  the  meantime  the  military  authorities  of  England  are 
doing  their  best  to  establish  conscription  in  the  mother 
country.  Lord  Roberts  has  been  beating  the  big  drum  and 
calling  upon  the  patriotism  of  the  country  to  meet  "a  crisis 
without  parallel  certainly  during  the  past  hundred  years." 
To  deal  with  an  invasion  of  70,000  highly  trained  soldiers, 
says  Lord  Roberts,  a  field  force  of  at  least  300,000  partially 
trained  men  would  be  required,  in  addition  to  200,000  needed 
to  protect  the  bases,  arsenals,  and  garrisons.  Lord  Roberts 
seems  to  protest  too  much.  The  case  as  he  puts  it  must  be 
almost  hopeless.  An  invading  army — Germans  of  course — 
would  certainly  number  more  than  70,000  men,  probably  three 
times  that  number,  and  so  resistance  would  seem  to  be  hope- 
less. But  how  does  Lord  Roberts  know  so  much  about  this 
crisis  ?  He  is  not  a  member  of  the  government  and  pre- 
sumably has  no  sources  of  information  denied  to  others. 
The  military  expert  is  always  disposed  to  believe  that  the 
man  who  is  not  a  soldier  has  been  born  superfluously,  but 
the  average  Briton,  who  can  hardly  pay  his  military  taxes  as 
it  is,  may  be  pardoned  for  thinking  that  if  he  must  fight  as 
well  as  pay  he  might  just  as  well  be  dead  and  so  save  the 
high    cost   of   living.  

It  is  a  little  remarkable  that  the  long  research  into  Napoleonic 
records  should  still  be  productive  of  results,  but  a  fresh  batch 
of  letters  has  been  just  discovered  and  they  have  a  distinct 
historical  value.  They  consist  of  first  drafts  of  the  letters 
sent  by  Napoleon  in  answer  to  congratulations  received  by 
him  upon  his  marriage  with  Marie  Louise.  Many  of  these 
letters  in  their  final  form  have  been  already  published,  and 
it  is  in  a  comparison  between  these  first  drafts  of  the  letters 
and  the  form  that  they  finally  assumed  that  the  interest  lies. 
They  were  written  from  Compiegne,  where  Napoleon  passed 
his  honeymoon,  and  the  main  difference  between  the  drafts 
and  the  final  copies  is  in  the  toning-down  of  the  warm  ex- 
pressions first  dictated  to  the  secretary,  Fain.  Writing  to 
the  Emperor  of  Russia,  Napoleon  took  occasion  to  commend 
warmly  "the  manner  in  which  Prince  Kurakin  has  acquitted 
himself  of  the  extraordinary  mission  which  your  majesty  en- 
trusted to  him."  But  apparently  Prince  Kurakin  fell  from 
grace  before  the  letter  was  sent,  for  in  its  final  form  all  the 
complimentary  expressions  have  disappeared.  In  the  same 
way  he  drafted  a  letter  to  the  King  of  Wurttemberg  warmly 
commending  the  bearing  of  Count  Taube,  who  had  been  en- 
trusted with  felicitations,  but  while  these  commendations  duly 
appear  in  the  original  draft  they  are  not  to  be  found  in  the 
final  copy.  Napoleon  seems  to  have  spent  nearly  two  months 
upon  correspondence  of  this  kind,  and  the  whole  batch  of 
letters  constitutes  a  study  in  the  art  of  letter-writing,  each 
communication  being  finely  shaded  so  as  to  express  the  writer's 
precise  attitude  toward  the  recipient. 


Miss  Rider  Haggard  has  written  a  long  letter  to  her  father 
describing  a  colossal  sea  serpent  seen  by  her  in  the  ocean 
near  Kessingland,  and  Mr.  Haggard  has  published  the  letter. 
Miss  Haggard  was  accompanied  at  the  time  by  Miss  Phcebe 
Haggard  and  Miss  Beatrice  Carter,  who  also  saw  the  strange 
sight,  and  now  a  number  of  other  persons  have  added  their 
testimony  to  that  of  the  three  ladies.  Of  course  there  is  the 
usual  cackle  of  laughter  from  those  whose  mental  infirmities 
take  the  form  of  a  confusion  between  the  unknown  and  the 
ridiculous,  but  none  the  less  the  ladies  and  all  the  other  wit- 
nesses stick  to  their  story.  Now  all  these  people  may  have 
been  mistaken.  What  they  saw  may  have  been  a  stretch  of 
sea-weed,  it  may  have  been  a  flock  of  low-flying  birds,  it  may 
have  been  a  wind  ripple,  and  perhaps  it  was  a  whale.  But 
it  is  a  singularly  weak  order  of  mind  that  will  laugh  at  the 
idea  of  a  sea  serpent.  If  the  vast  abysses  of  the  ocean  con- 
tain no  enormous  serpents,  then  we  must  admit  that  nature 
has  strangely  overlooked  her  creative  opportunities.  No  one 
who  has  seen  a  gigantic  octopus  will  feel  inclined  to  draw 
a  line  at  the  ocean's  capabilities  in  the  way  of  the  horrible 
and  the  monstrous,  or  to  doubt  that  the  unexplored  sea  depths 
may  contain  nightmare  secrets  of  animal  life  that  sometimes 
by  some  strange  freak  may  make  their  appearance  upon  the 
surface.  The  existence  of  a  sea  serpent  is  so  probable  that 
the  real-  difficulty  is  to  disbelieve  in  it. 


An  important  German  newspaper,  the  Lcipziger  Ncuesle 
Nachrichten,  looks  forward  with  unconcealed  glee  to  the  day 
when  women  will  assume  the  control  of  British  politics,  a  day 
assumed  by  the  writer  to  be  imminent.  Whatever  difficulties 
may  now  exist  to  the  conquest  of  England  by  Germany  will 
then  disappear,  for  "when  John  Bull  hoists  the  petticoat  in- 
stead of  the  Union  Jack  on  the  masts  of  its  ships  Germans 
need  not  distress  themselves  about  naval  supremacy.  Where 
the   spindle   rules,   the   vigor   of   manhood  declines." 

Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


The  Cigale  and  the  Ant. 
I  In  which  is  restored  a  character  destroyed  by  the  fable.] 


Fine   weather   for   the   Cigale  !      God,   what  heat ! 

Half  drunken  with  her  joy,   she   feasts 
In  a  hail   of  fire.     Days   for  the  harvest  meet ; 

A  golden  sea  the   reaper  breasts, 
Loins  bent,  throat  bare  ;   silent,  he  labors  long, 
For    thirst   within    his    throat    has    stilled    the    song 

A   blessed  time   for  thee,  little   Cigale, 

Thy  little   cymbals  shake  the   sound, 
Shake,  shake   thy   stomach   till   thy   mirrors   fall ! 

Man   meanwhile   swings   his   scythe    around  ; 
Continually  back  and   forth  it  veers, 
Flashing  its   steel   amidst   the  ruddy   ears. 

Grass-plugged,   with  water  for  the  grinder   full, 

A  flask  is  hung  upon  his  hip  ; 
The  stone   within   its   wooden   trough   is   cool. 

Free  all  the  day  to  sip  and  sip  ; 
But  man  is  gasping  in  the  fiery  sun, 
That  makes  his  very  marrow  melt  and  run. 

Thou,   Cigale,   hast  a  cure  for  thirst:   the  bark, 

Tender  and  juicy,  of  the  bough. 
Thy  beak,  a  very  needle,  stabs  it.     Mark 

The   narrow   passage   welling   now ; 

The  sugared  stream  is  flowing,  thee  beside, 
Who   drinkest  of  the  flood,  the  honeyed  tide. 

Not  in  peace   always ;   nay,   for  thieves  arrive, 
Neighbors   and   wives,    or  wanderers  vile ; 

They  saw  thee  sink  the  well,  and   ill   they   thrive 
Thirsting;    they   seek   to    drink   awhile; 

Beauty,    beware  !   the   wallet-snatcher's   face, 

Humble   at  first,  grows   insolent   apace. 

They  seek  the  merest  drop  ;   thy  leavings  take  ; 

Soon  discontent,  their  heads  they  toss; 
They  crave  for  all,  and  all  will  have.     They  rake 

Their    claws    thy    folded    wings    across; 
Thy  back  a  mountain,  up  and  down  each  goes  ; 
They  seize  thee  by  the  beak,   the  horns,   the  toes. 

This  way  and  that  they  pull.     Impatient  thou  : 

Pst !   Pst !  a  jet  of  nauseous  taste 
O'er    the    assembly    sprinklest.     Leave    the    bough 

And   fly  the   rascals  thus   disgraced, 
Who   stole  thy   well,    and   with   malicious  pleasure 
Now  lick  their  honey'd  Hps,  and  feed  at  leisure. 

See  these  Bohemians  without  labour  fed  ! 

The  ant  the  worst  of  all  the  crew — 
Fly,  drone,   wasp,  beetle  too  with   horned   head. 

All  of  them  sharpers  thro*  and  thro', 
Idlers  the  sun  drew  to  thy  well  apace — 
None  more  than  she  was  eager  for  thy  place, 

More  apt  thy  face  to  tickle,  toe  to   tread, 

Or  nose  to  pinch,   and  then  to  run 
LTnder  the  shade  thine  ample  belly  spread  ; 

Or  climb  thy  leg  for  ladder;  sun 
Herself   audacious   on   thy   wings,    and   go 
Most   insolently    o'er   thee   to    and   fro. 


Now  comes  a  tale  that  no  one  should  believe. 

In   other   times,   the   ancients   say, 
The  winter  came,  and  hunger  made  thee  grieve. 

Thou   didst  in   secret  see   one  day 

The  ant  below  the  ground  her  treasure  store  away. 

The  wealthy  ant  was  drying  in  the   sun 

Her  corn  the  dew  had  wet  by  night, 
Ere  storing  it  again  ;  and  one  by  one 

She  filled  her  sacks  as  it  dried  aright. 

Thou  earnest  then,  and  tears  bedimmed  thy  sight. 

Saying:    "'Tis  very  cold;  the  bitter  bise 

Blow  me  this  way  and  that  today. 
I   die   of   hunger.      Of  your  riches   please 

Fill   me   my   bag,    and    I'll   repay, 

When  summer  and  its  melons   come  this  way. 

"Lend  me  a  little  corn."     Go  to,  go  to  ! 

Think  you  the  ant  will  lend  an  ear? 
You  are  deceived.     Great  sacks,  but  nought  for  you  ! 

"Be  off,  and  scrape  some  barrel  clear  ! 

You   sing  of  summer:   starve,   for  winter's   here!" 

'Tis   thus   the    ancient    fable   sings 
To  teach  us   all  the  prudence  ripe 

Of   farthing-snatchers,   glad  to   knot  the   strings 
That  tie  their  purses.     May  the  gripe 
Of  colic  twist  the  guts  of  all  such  tripe! 

He   angers   me,   this   fable-teller   does, 

Saying  in   winter  thou  dost   seek 
Flies,  grubs,  corn— thou  dost  never  eat  like  us! 

— Corn!    Couldst  thou  eat  it,  with  thy  beak? 

Thou  hast  thy  fountain  with  its  honey'd  reek. 

To   thee   what   matters    winter?     Underground 
Slumber  thy   children,   sheltered ;   thou 

The  sleep  that  knows  no   waking  sleepest  sound. 
Thy  body,  fallen  from  the  bough, 
Crumbles ;   the   questing  ant  has   found   thee   now. 

The  wicked  ant  of  thy  poor  withered  hide 
A  banquet  makes ;  in  little  bits 

She  cuts  thee  up,  and  empties  thine  inside, 
And  stores  thee  where  in  wealth  she  sits: 
Choice  diet  when  the  winter  numbs  the   wits. 

in. 

Here  is  the   tale  related  duly, 
And   little  resembling  the   fable,  truly  ! 
Hoarders  of  farthings,   I   know,  deuce   take   it, 
It   isn't,  the   story   as  you   would  make  it! 
Crook-fingers,   big-bellies,   what   do   you   say, 
Who  govern  the  world  with  the  cash-box — hey  ? 

You  have  spread  the  story,  with  shrug  and  smirk. 

That  the  artist  ne'er  does  a  stroke  of  work  ; 

And  so  let   him   suiter,   the   imbecile  ! 

Be   you   silent !      'Tis  you,   I   think, 

When    the    Cigale   pierces   the   vine   to   drink, 

Drive   her   away,    her   drink   to   steal ; 

And   when  she  is  dead — you  make  your  meal ! 

— Translated  from  the  Provencal  by  Bernard  Mia!!. 


Tropical  Hawaii  furnishes  the  government  with  the 
cheapest  ice  that  is  supplied  to  the  army.  In  Chicago 
— where  much  natural  ice  is  secured— the  price  to  the 
army  ranges  from  25  cents  to  $1  for  100  pounds.  The 
Hawaiian  price  is  IS  cents  for,  100  pounds. 


August  17,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


101 


A  NEW  PALAIS  ROYAL. 


The  Scheme  for  Transforming  the  Famous  Parisian  Haunt. 


Nothing  is  sacred  to  the  Parisian.  He  cares  little 
whether  the  Pantheon  is  a  church  or  a  temple.  He 
will  dig  up  bodies  buried  a  hundred  years  to  make 
a  fete,  or  pull  down  immemorial  buildings  to  try  a  new 
experiment  in  stones  and  mortar.  There  are  none 
who  share  Victor  Hugo's  reverence  for  the  past.  "De- 
molish the  Tour  Jacques!"  he  exclaimed  when  some 
iconoclast  was  discussing  the  reconstruction  of  the  Rue 
de  Vivoli ;  "no !  Demolish  the  architect  who  made  the 
suggestion !"  But  there  are  no  Victor  Hugos  today. 
The  modern  Parisian  agrees  with  Lytton's  young  noble 
who  confessed  that  it  was  what  was  new  in  Paris  that 
enthralled  him. 

In  the  cafes  and  on  the  boulevards,  then,  the  project 
for  the  creation  of  a  new  Palais  Royal  is  being  dis- 
cussed in  the  calmest  manner.  The  sponsor  of  the 
idea,  indeed,  is  quite  the  lion  of  the  hour.  M.  Bloch 
Levalois  has  a  penetrating  imagination.  No  ancient 
walls  or  venerable  landmarks  are  obstacles  to  his  re- 
planning  vision.  He  has  already  thought  out  the  ex- 
tension of  the  Boulevard  Haussmann  to  a  junction 
with  the  Grands  Boulevards,  and  now,  not  content 
with  that  achievement,  he  has  prepared  a  scheme  for 
a  brand-new  Palais  Royal.  He  wants  to  obliterate  the 
Rue  de  Beaujolais  and  add  the  space  to  the  garden, 
demolish  the  Rue  Montpensier,  knock  a  hole  through 
sufficient  streets  to  open  up  a  connection  with  the  Ave- 
nue de  l'Opera,  and  finally  rebuild  in  the  garden  itself 
that  curious  glass-roofed  structure  which  was  called 
the  Cirque  de  Paris. 

Well,  the  Palais  Royal  must  be  used  to  changes  by 
this  time.  That  blend  of  palace  and  garden  and  arcade 
has  had  a  singular  history.  The  main  building,  erected 
by  Richelieu  in  1636,  and  known  as  the  Palais  Cardi- 
nal until  1643,  when  it  became  a  royal  possession  under 
Richelieu's  will,  has  answered  to  many  names  and  uses 
until  today  it  is  occupied  by  the  Conseil  d'Etat.  The 
three  galleries  or  arcades  which  surround  the  garden, 
and  in  which  so  many  cafes  were  to  find  a  home,  were 
constructed  by  the  infamous  Philippe  Egalite  as  a 
means  of  increasing  his  revenue.  The  long  lines  of 
shops  and  cafes  in  those  galleries  brought  in  a  hand- 
some income  and  were  the  means  of  transferring  the 
Palais  Royal  into  the  fashionable  centre  of  Paris. 

Even  prior  to  those  days  the  garden  of  the  Palais 
Royal  was  a  favorite  promenade  and  hunt  of  the  de- 
bauchee and  could  boast  of  at  least  one  famous  cafe. 
Diderot  has  left  a  vivid  picture  of  the  resort  as  it  was 
about  the  year  1760,  when  the  Regency  cafe  was  the 
meeting-place  of  the  most  skillful  chess  players  of  the 
day  and  the  Foy  passage  the  haunt  of  the  young  beaux 
and  the  mart  of  the  demi-monde.  Macaulay  was  fa- 
miliar with  the  place  seventy  years  later,  and  at  that 
time  its  famous  cafes  were  at  the  height  of  their  pros- 
perity. The  historian,  however,  was  saved,  by  being 
born  too  late,  from  falling  a  victim  to  that  ravishing 
"la  belle  cafetiere"  of  the  Regency  who  was  honored 
with  a  "Patent  of  Venus"  by  the  Regent  and  his  liber- 
tine following.  This  was  that  divinity  of  the  Palais 
Royal  in  whose  praises  the  young  Marquis  Choiseul- 
Labaume  waxed  so  eloquent.  But  in  his  eulogies  he 
did  not  sufficiently  distinguish  between  the  things  that 
differ.  Hence,  when,  one  day,  he  told  his  uncle,  the 
Archbishop  of  Chalons,  that  he  had  seen  a  most  ex- 
quisite cafetiere,  that  unworldly  ecclesiastic,  convinced 
that  such  a  beautiful  work  of  art  could  not  be  in  more 
suitable  hands  than  those  of  his  nephew,  at  once  pre- 
sented the  youth  with  twenty-five  louis  with  which  to 
purchase  it.  The  story  does  not  disclose  whether  "la 
belle  cafetiere"  regarded  the  sum  as  adequate.  But 
purchases  have  been  made  in  the  Palais  Royal  at  a 
lower  price  than  that. 

And  surely  it  was  typically  Parisian  that  while  the 
morals  of  the  Palais  Royal  were  inexact  it  was  the  one 
spot  in  the  city  where  the  natives  gathered  at  noon 
each  day  to  correct  their  watches  by  the  cannon  in  the 
centre  of  the  garden  which  was  fired  by  the  sun  at 
twelve  o'clock  through  a  powerful  burning-glass. 
Hence  the  jest  of  the  Abbe  Delile :  "In  this  garden 
one  may  meet  with  everything,  except  shade  and 
flowers.  In  it,  if  one's  morals  go  wrong,  at  least  one's 
watch  may  be  set  right."  So  Mercier  described  the 
Palais  Royal  as  an  elegant  box  of  Pandora,  beautifully 
carved,  delicately  worked,  and  containing  what  every 
one  knew  it  contained. 

To  the  visitor  familiar  with  the  events  of  the  French 
Revolution  the  arcades  are  crowded  with  ghosts  of 
demagogues.  There  is  Camille  Desmoulins,  for  ex- 
ample, leaping  on  to  a  table  outside  the  Cafe  Foy  and 
raising  his  cry  of  "To  arms !",  and  in  the  restaurants 
of  Very,  Beauvilliers,  Fevrier,  Masse,  and  Meot  one 
recalls  glimpses  of  Lepelletier,  Danton,  and  Robes- 
pierre. It  was  over  a  luxurious  dinner  in  one  of  those 
cafes  that  Danton  blurted  out  the  truth  rarely  con- 
fessed by  "friends  of  the  people,"  and  rejoiced  that 
delicate  fare  and  exquisite  wines  and  beautiful  women 
were  the  rightful  spoils  of  the  victors.  Those  topsy- 
turvy days  have  their  memorial  to  this  day  in  the  gar- 
den of  the  Palais  Royal,  where  a  statue  of  Desmoulins 
perpetuates  the  memory  of  the  revolutionist  who  said 
he  cared  nothing  about  celebrating  the  republic  unless 
it  meant  a  dinner  of  the  expensive  viands  and  wines  of 
Meol's. 

Perhaps  M.  Bloch  Levalois  is  under  the  impression 
that  his  new  Palais  Royal  will  bring  back  the  golden 
days  of  cafedom.     Great  is  his  faith !     For  the  arcades 


and  the  garden  have  indeed  fallen  into  the  sere  and 
yellow  leaf.  To  call  the  garden  a  garden  is  a  topo- 
graphical compliment.  Its  quadruple  row  of  diminu- 
tive trees  give  as  minimum  of  shade  as  its  couple  of 
flower  beds  offer  a  paucity  of  blossoms.  And  many  a 
shop  in  the  galleries  bears  the  legend,  "To  let."  As 
for  the  cafes,  well,  the  prices,  luncheons  at  one  franc 
sixty  and  dinners  at  two  francs  ten,  tell  their  own  tale. 
It  is  true  the  Vefour  Jeune  has  a  less  economical  tariff, 
but  it  and  the  Cafe  Corazza-Douix  have  a  heavy  task 
in  upholding  the  standard  of  high  living  against  such 
invaders  as  the  Bouillon  Duval.  It  will,  indeed,  have 
to  be  a  rejuvenated  Palais  Royal  which  can  bring  back 
the  fame  of  Meot's  and  the  Trois  Freres  Provenc,aux, 
where  a  dinner  for  two  could  hardly  be  compassed 
under  sixty  francs. 

But  the  temerity  of  M.  Bloch  Levalois's  scheme  for 
a  new  Palais  Royal  is  in  nothing  so  patent  as  in  that 
detail  which  calls  for  the  rebuilding  of  the  Cirque  de 
Paris.  Has  the  modern  Parisian  the  slightest  idea  of 
the  character  of  that  structure?  Most  probably  not. 
He  can  not  be  expected  to  remember  that  it  was  a  kind 
of  refrigerated  copy  of  the  Vauxhall  then  so  popular 
in  the  capital  across  the  channel.  The  National  Cir- 
cus, as  it  was  named  alternatively,  was  a  kind  of  huge 
ball-room,  sunk  half  its  height  under  ground,  with  a 
garden  on  the  roof,  a  river  flowing  round  the  outside, 
and  a  plentiful  supply  of  fountains  inside !  Truly  a 
delightful  place  for  winter  entertainment,  the  atmos- 
phere of  which  could  hardly  have  been  raised  to  a  com- 
fortable pitch  by  the  warmth  of  the  visitors  whom  it 
was  designed  to  attract.  A  stranger  who  dropped  in  one 
winter  night  in  1790  found  the  place  as  cold  as  it  was 
sombre.  If  M.  Bloch  Levalois  is  able  to  resuscitate 
the  Cirque  de  Paris  he  must  take  care  to  make  it 
warmer  and  brighter  than  its  prototype. 

And  there  is  one  fatal  objection  to  the  scheme  as  a 
whole.  The  plans  for  a  new  Palais  Royal  postulate  the 
obliteration  of  the  so-called  garden,  and  in  that  event 
where  will  the  Parisians  of  the  future  be  able  to  start 
their  revolutions?  It  is  as  unthinkable  that  the  French 
capital  will  never  see  another  political  upheaval  as  to 
imagine  a  Mexican  republic  settling  down  to  a  quiet 
life,  but  if  the  Palais  Royal  garden  is  filled  in  the  last 
"cradle  of  liberty"  will  vanish.  Ah !  perhaps  the  subtle 
M.  Bloch  Levalois  has  taken  that  fact  into  account  and 
aspires  to  be  an  architect  of  peace  while  posing  as  an 
architect  of  stones  and  mortar. 

Paris,  July  30,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

"When  the  waters  of  the  two  oceans  are  blended  in 
the  soil  of  Panama,"  exclaimed  Secretary  Knox  in  the 
speech  inaugurating  his  notable  mission  to  the  Central 
American  republics — and  proceeded  to  develop  with 
much  eloquence  the  commercial  and  political  trans- 
formations that  are  bound  to  follow  the  opening  of  the 
canal.  "At  no  distant  time,"  ran  the  answering  phrase 
of  the  Panama  cabinet  minister  who  spoke  on  the  occa- 
sion, "the  deep,  blue  waters  of  the  Atlantic  and  the 
Pacific  will  be  united  for  all  eternity !"  The  cold,  un- 
imaginative fact  is  that  the  waters  of  the  Atlantic  and 
Pacific  will  not  meet  or  be  blended  in  the  Panama 
Canal  (says  William  Bayard  Hale  in  World's  Work). 
The  Panama  Canal  is  a  water  bridge  over  the  Isthmus 
— not  a  channel  through  it.  A  ship  steams  into  Limon 
Bay,  on  the  Atlantic  side,  and  comes  to  a  stop  in  a 
lock,  the  first  of  three  locks,  by  which  she  is  lifted  to 
the  level  of  a  fresh-water  lake,  eighty-five  feet  above 
the  sea.  She  leaves  the  water  of  the  Atlantic  behind 
her  and  she  sails  through  the  lake.  Then  three  locks 
more  lower  her  to  the  level  of  the  Pacific  and  to  the 
salt  water. 

mum 

Said  to  be  the  first  fire-proof  structure  of  the  kind 
ever  built,  the  Southern  Hotel,  St.  Louis's  most  famous 
hostelry,  has  closed  its  doors,  through  which  men  who 
have  made  history  have  often  passed,  and  it  is  likely 
the  house  will  not  be  reopened.  The  future  of  the 
building  has  not  been  determined.  There  has  been  a 
Southern  Hotel  in  St.  Louis  since  1865.  The  original 
house  was  destroyed  by  fire  in  1877,  and  the  present 
hotel,  erected  on  the  same  site,  was  opened  in  1881.  At 
that  time  it  was  rated  as  one  of  the  most  magnificent 
structures  in  the  country.  The  closing  was  marked 
with  a  dinner  to  city  officials  by  Mayor  F.  H.  Kreis- 
mann.  No  formal  speeches  were  made.  The  bar  was 
never  busier  than  on  the  last  night,  and  mint  juleps 
and  other  old-fashioned  drinks  for  which  the  hostelry 
is  famous,  were  in  great  demand.  Several  old-time 
guests  were  allowed  the  privilege  of  spending  the  last 

night  at  the  hotel. 

■■» 

Baseball  is  the  greatest  of  all  civilizers,  even  more 
potent  than  the  time-honored  three  R's  or  spelling  book 
according  to  Professor  William  Pierce  Gorsuch  of  the 
University  of  Chicago,  who  has  just  returned  from  a 
tour  around  the  world.  American  teachers  in  the 
Philippines  have  recognized  the  "civilizing"  influence 
of  the  national  game,  Professor  Gorsuch  says,  and  are 
daily  giving  instruction  in  baseball  just  as  they  do  in 
reading  and  writing.  According  to  the  teachers,  love 
for  this  pastime  is  causing  a  rapid  decrease  in  the  num 
ber  of  cock  and  bull  fights  in  the  islands. 

The  new  Chinese  postage  stamps  have  begun  to  ar- 
rive in  America.  The  name  uf  the  new  republic,  as 
indicated  by  these  stamps,  is  Chung  Una  Min  Kua, 
or  "Middle  Flowery  People's  State."  This  name  is 
apparently  adapted  from  the  familiar  designation  of 
China  as  the  "Flowery  Kingdom." 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Dr.  George  II.  Watson,  dentist  for  tin  Id  of 

the  Emperor  of  Germany,  is  a  native  of  Onondaga, 
New  York,  and  has  just  returned  to  this  country  for  a 
brief  vacation.  He  has  never  relinquished  his  Ameri- 
can citizenship. 

Mrs.  Elmer  E.  Black,  a  prominent  New  York  woman, 
is  the  first  of  her  sex  to  be  invited  to  the  international 
peace  congress,  which  will  meet  in  Geneva  next  Sep- 
tember. The  exceptional  honor  is  due  to  her  efforts 
in  behalf  of  the  peace  movement. 

Dr.  Felix  Kruger,  who  is  coming  to  this  country 
next  winter  as  one  of  the  German  exchange  professors, 
is  professor  of  philosophy  at  the  University  of  Halle. 
He  is  widely  known  as  a  brilliant  young  educator,  and 
has  spent  two  years  in  Buenos  Aires  University. 

Captain  Einmett  W.  Eddy,  who  recently  won  the 
world's  championship  in  the  off-hand  target  shoot  at 
Biarritz,  France,  lives  at  Shreve,  Ohio,  where  he  is  a 
student  of  engineering  and  chemistry  at  Wooster  Uni- 
versity. During  the  summer  months  he  is  occupied  as 
inspector  of  small  arms  for  the  Eighth  Regiment,  Ohio 
National  Guard. 

Don  Augusto  Olive,  a  young  painter  of  the  Argen- 
tine Republic,  has  just  been  honored  in  an  exceptional 
manner  by  the  judges  of  the  exhibition  of  fine  arts  at 
Madrid,  who,  enthusiastic  over  his  work,  proposed  a 
prize  for  him,  although  as  a  foreigner  he  is  not  en- 
titled to  one.  In  recognition  of  his  unusual  talent  a 
purse  has  been  given  him  by  the  Argentine  munici- 
pality of  Rosario. 

Dr.  Siegfried  Benginus,  who  will  head  a  German  ex- 
pedition of  exploration  into  the  heart  of  Venezuela, 
will  make  a  special  effort  to  explore  the  source  of  the 
Orinoco  River,  which,  it  is  said,  has  never  yet  been 
reached  by  a  white  man.  He  is  an  experienced  South 
American  traveler,  and  hopes  to  unearth  unknown 
sources  of  wealth  in  the  shape  of  rubber,  cocoa,  copper, 
gold,  and  silver. 

Edward  Corrigan,  former  king  of  the  American  turf, 
famed  as  the  "Master  of  Hawthorne,"  having  lost  his 
fortune,  is  back  at  Kansas  City  to  start  life  where  he 
left  it  over  thirty  years  ago.  He  is  operating  a  rock- 
crushing  plant  with  a  capacity  of  350  yards  a  day, 
having  obtained  a  lease  on  the  ground  for  ten  years. 
He  carries  his  dinner  pail  to  the  quarry  every  morn- 
ing, and  is  happy  in  the  work  which  he  was  doing  as 
a  railroad  contractor  before  taking  up  the  racing  game. 

Claiming  to  be  the  youngest  veterans  of  the  Civil 
War,  and  representing  opposite  sides,  Colonel  James 
M.  Tracy  of  Middlebury,  Vermont,  and  Adjutant  S.  A. 
Castles  of  Buffalo,  Texas,  have  been  exchanging  in- 
teresting correspondence  of  late  months.  Colonel 
Tracy  was  born  May  1,  1851,  and  entered  the  Union 
army  at  the  age  of  thirteen  years.  Adjutant  Castles 
was  twelve  years  and  eleven  days  old  when  he  was 
sworn  into  the  Confederate  service.  He  is  a  cotton 
grower  of  the  Lone  Star  state. 

Dr.  Thomas  Forsyth  Hunt,  the  new  agricultural  head 
of  the  University  of  California,  is  recognized  as  one 
of  the  four  or  five  great  agricultural  leaders  and 
teachers  in  this  country.  He  graduated  from  the  Uni- 
versity of  Illinois,  grew  up  as  a  teacher  there,  and 
became  dean  of  the  agricultural  department  of  the  Ohio 
State  University.  Later  he  went  to  Cornell,  but  since 
1903  he  has  been  at  the  Pennsylvania  State  College,  di- 
recting its  agricultural  affairs.  He  is  recognized  as 
a  great  organizer  and  administrative  head. 

Professor  Edwin  Brant  Frost,  on  whom  the  Uni- 
versity of  Cambridge,  England,  has  just  conferred  the 
honorary  degree  of  doctor  of  science,  is  scientific  di- 
rector of  the  Yerkes  Observatory,  Williams  Bay,  Wis- 
consin, and  is  also  a  member  of  the  faculty  of  the  Uni- 
versity of  Chicago.  He  is  a  native  of  Vermont,  a' 
graduate  of  Dartmouth,  and  has  studied  abroad.  His 
work  as  an  astronomer  has  won  him  honors  from  the 
leading  scientific  societies  of  the  world.  Since  1902 
he  has  been  editor  of  the  Astrophysical  Journal. 

Sir  Archibald  Geike,  president  of  the  Royal  Society. 
which  recently  celebrated  its  two  hundred  and  fiftieth 
anniversary  in  London,  has  been  a  prominent  figure  in 
the  scientific  world  since  1858,  when  he  published  his 
first  work,  "The  Story  of  a  Boulder."  He  was  born 
in  Edinburgh  in  1835,  attended  high  school,  and  gradu- 
ated from  the  University  of  Edinburgh.  In  the  course 
of  his  long  and  busy  life  numerous  medals  have  been 
awarded  him.  He  is  governor  of  the  Imperial  College 
of  Science  and  Technology,  and  has  written  much,  in- 
cluding many  smaller  school  books  on  physical  geogra- 
phy, which  have  been  translated  into  most  of  the  Eu- 
ropean languages.     He  was  knighted  in  1891.  • 

Mrs.  Rebecca  L.  Wright  Bonsai,  who,  as  Miss  Re- 
becca Wright,  gave  General  Sheridan  written  informa- 
tion at  a  time  when  he  was  in  dire  straits,  and  on  which 
he  fought  and  won  the  important  battle  of  Opequan. 
Virginia,  September  19,  1864,  has  for  many  years  been 
an  employee  in  the  Treasury  Department  at  Washing- 
ton, a  position  which  General  Sheridan  obtained  for 
her  after  the  war.  She  is  now  in  her  seventy-fourth 
year.  It  has  frequently  been  recommended  that  Con- 
gress provide  a  pension  for  her  in  recognition  of  her 
services,  lint  nothing  has  ever  come  of  il.  though  she 
relates  that  at  one  time  a  congressman  offered  t"  put 
a  $20,000  grant  through  if  she  would  give  him  half 
of  it. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17,  1912. 


A   GAMBLE   IN    LOVE. 


The  Municipal  Stake  in  Elfrida's  Matrimonial  Fortunes. 


The  moon  peeped  over  the  rim  of  the  mountains  as 
Mr.  Nims  handed  out  chairs  to  the  camp  men  gathered 
on  the  porch  of  the  Mohawk.  The  evening,  unusually 
warm  for  the  high  Sierra,  lured  perspiring  humanity 
to  the  open.  From  the  deep  woods  above  Donner  Flat 
sounded  the  lonely  whoo-whoo  of  the  forest  owl. 

"Aint  that  just  the  reminder  of  the  tricky  ways  of 
schoolma'ams,"  remarked  Nims. 

The  lumbermen  received  this  opinion  respectfully  as 
the  forerunner  of  a  story;  and  Nims  always  treated 
after  telling  a  yarn. 

Seven  years  ago — began  Mr.  Nims — Donner  Flat 
organized  a  school  district  for  the  education  of  the 
young,  and  a  meeting  was  called  for  the  purpose  of 
'lecting  trustees  an'  doing  general  business,  such  as 
the  hiring  of  a  teacher.  That  was  in  Poker  Jack's 
time,  and  Nat  Boole  run  the  games  for  Jack  in  this 
very  building.  Only  five  voters,  including  Poker,  Nat, 
an'  me  attended  the  meeting,  the  other  two  being  old 
Nelson,  an'  his  barkeep  Ole  Skuben,  a  educated  Swede. 
Nelson  went  to  sleep  half-way  through  Nat's  open- 
ing speech,  and  Ole  withdrew  saying  he'd  O.  K.  any- 
thing us'fellows  did.  So  Nat  made  a  beautiful  speech 
nominating  Poker,  himself,  and  me  for  trustees  an'  we 
voted  ourselves  in  unanimous. 

Nat  Boole  was  secretary  of  the  board,  and  it  was  up 
to  him  to  open  communications  with  schoolma'ams  of 
adventurous  dispositions,  fer  Donner  Flat  didn't  pre- 
tend to  be  a  haven  for  young  ladies  religious  inclined. 
Donner  Flat  was  proud  of  the  letter  Nat  wrote  to  the 
Sacramento  papers,  for  it  sure  was  an  educated  spiel, 
an'  here  is  a  copy  I  preserved. 

Mr.  Nims  unfolded  a  clipping  from  a  black  leather 
pocketbook,  and  read  in  solemn  tones : 

To  the  Educators  of  the  State — Wanted.  A  teacher  to 
take  charge  of  Donner  Flat  school,  which  is  delightfully  situ- 
ated on  the  banks  of  the  Feather  River,  shaded  by  groves  of 
fragrant  pines.  The  remuneration  will  be  one  hundred  dol- 
lars a  month  and  expenses.  As  Donner  Flat  is  a  young  town, 
the  trustees  feel  that  a  refined  girl  teacher  would  be  more 
suitable  as  tending  to  raise  the  social  tone  of  the  community. 
We,  the  undersigned  trustees  of  the  district,  guarantee  that 
the  lady  accepting  the  position  will  be  treated  with  respect. 
Anything  to  the  contrary  occurring  God  have  mercy  on  the 
soul  of  the  offender. 

Given  under  the  hand  of  Nat  Boole,  secretary. 

Signed :         Jack    Ostrander, 
Alfred    Nims, 
Nat   Boole, 

Trustees. 

About  a  week  later,  when  the  valley  mail  come  in, 
we  found  pretty  near  every  young  thing  graduated 
from  normal  schools  was  pining  to  come  to  Donner 
Flat,  an'  to  simplify  the  s'lection,  the  trustees  agreed 
to  bar  out  everything  over  twenty-two.  Nat  said  the 
social  tone  had  to  be  looked  to,  an'  his  experience  was 
that  women  lose  their  influence  in  ratio  as  their  age 
increases  and  attractiveness  dwindles. 

After  throwing  out  the  old  girls  there  was  still  a 
hundred  and  five  applications  to  go  through,  so  Poker 
an'  Nat  threw  dice,  the  winner  having  privilege  to 
throw  out  ten  schoolma'ams.  They  won  turn  about 
till  only  five  was  left.  It  looked  easy  now,  fer  all  of 
them  had  given  the  color  of  their  eyes,  two  being 
blondes,  an*  two  brunettes.  At  the  next  shake  Poker 
discarded  a  blonde;  having  had  a  dark-eyed  girl  back 
East  Poker  was  very  partial  to  that  brand.  Nat  won 
the  next  throw,  an'  out  goes  a  brunette,  for  his  own 
eyes  was  black,  an'  Nat  had  a  weakness  for  blue  orbs. 
They  then  win  one  throw  each,  the  game  getting  ex- 
citing as  to  what  color  of  eyes  the  Donner  Flat  school- 
ma'am  was  going  to  have.  Poker  threw  out  a  blue, 
an'  Nat  ditched  a  brown.  This  left  only  one  appli- 
cation. 

Nat  opened  her  letter  and  found  she  was  only  seven- 
teen, but  had  gray  eyes  which  looked  dark  at  night, 
so  the  two  trustees  had  their  colors  combined  in  one 
girl.  The  letter  said  that  her  father  was  a  mining 
man  with  a  rich  but  undeveloped  claim,  an'  she  had  a 
young  man  who  was  too  proud  to  marry  her,  'cos  he 
was  poor  and  had  his  way  to  make,  and  she  signed  her- 
self Elfrida  Adams. 

"I  move  that  Elfrida  Adams  be  appointed  teacher 
of  Donner  Flat  school  until  her  young  man  comes 
through,"  said  Nat,  an'  Jack  and  I  agreed.  Nat  drew 
out  a  warrant  on  the  school  fund,  which  was  kept  in 
Poker's  safe  along  with  the  faro  roll,  an'  we  sent  her 
fare  out  on  the  next  mail. 

There  was  a  very  deep  interest  felt  in  Elfrida's  ar- 
rival. A  deputation  of  nine  liquor  purveyors,  one 
store,  and  the  post-office  lined  up  at  the  narrow-gauge 
depot  when  the  train  come  in.  Nat  Boole  had  the 
honor  to  carry  her  suitcase  up  to  the  boarding-house 
kept  by  Brown's  wife,  an'  he  threw  in  a  gen'ral  remark 
that  we  was  some  of  the  boys  gathered  in  welcome. 

As  far  as  looks  went.  Elfrida  was  there — neat,  trim, 
an'  pretty,  with  a  special  innocent  look  all  her  own, 
I  hough  her  eyes  did  seem  hard  to  locate.  There  was 
lots  of  money  bet  about  them  being  blue,  or  brown,  an' 
one  side  treated  as  losers  in  the  morning,  and  the  other 
at  night,  fer  they  varied  with  the  light.  Old  Nelson 
made  himself  unpopular  by  saying,  "Elfrida  seems  a 
bit  shifty-eyed."  Ole  Skuben  quit  Nelson's  emporium 
right  there,  saying  be  couldn't  work  fer  a  man  who 
would  talk  -.gainst  a  lone  young  woman.  Then  Nel- 
son apologized  fer  hurting  (lie's  feelings  and  things 
run  smooth   again. 

So  Donr  ;r  Flat  school  started  off  in  a  blaze  of  glory, 
the   cel'bra  !on    being   long   remembered,    though    none 


of  the  boys  could  remember  the  details,  it  was  such  a 
hummer. 

By  the  middle  of  summer  Elfrida  had  won  all  the 
boy's  hearts,  she  was  so  sweet  and  winning  in  her 
ways.  When  she'd  meet  the  barkeeps  around  town, 
or  on  her  way  to  school,  she'd  call  them  mister,  and 
ask  them  how  they  were  today.  Ole  Skuben  would 
have  died  fer  Elfrida,  fer  he  said  that  she  stirred  all 
his  better  feelings. 

There  was  consternation  in  Donner  Flat  when  the 
word  came  down  that  Elfrida  couldn't  teach  any  more, 
she  was  that  sick,  an'  seemed  to  be  pining  away,  and  I 
was  deputized  to  go  up  an'  see  what  could  be  done. 

"Oh,  Mr.  Nims,  the  poor  thing's  heart  is  broke," 
said  Mrs.  Brown,  the  minute  I  walked  into  the 
kitchen. 

"What's  the  matter?"  I  said.  "If  Elfrida  wants  a 
doctor,  we'll  send  sixty  mile  fer  one." 

"It's  her  young  man.  He's  writ  to  say  that  rather 
than  blight  her  life,  by  marrying  her,  poor  as  he  is, 
he's  going  away  forever." 

Elfrida  walked  in  on  us  an'  looked  at  me  piteously, 
big  tears  dropping  from  her  blue  eyes — it  was  morning, 
so  I  name  the  color. 

"Oh,  Mr.  Nims!  I  know  I  shall  die;  can't  something 
be  done  to  stop  him,"  she  sobbed. 

"The  school  board  will  meet  tonight  to  consider  the 
question,"  says  I.  A  girl's  tears  is  sure  affecting  to  a 
single  man. 

The  meeting  that  night  was  crowded,  every  male 
citizen  attending,  an'  no  minutes  was  taken  of  the 
evening's  business,  though  six  deputies  were  sworn  in, 
and  authorized  to  bring  Harry  in  the  next  day;  if 
Harry  refused  to  come,  he  was  to  be  persuaded  to  leave 
his  camp,  which  was  a  few  mile  down  river. 

At  daylight  Harry  was  seated  in  the  back  room  of 
the  Mohawk,  list'ning  in  a  dazed  sort  of  a  way  to 
Poker's  heart  to  heart  talk.  He  was  a  pale-faced  runt, 
an'  to  be  fair  might  be  described  as  measly  looking. 
His  hands  an'  feet  was  small,  and  he  had  a  mincing 
way  with  him. 

"You'll  marry  Elfrida  at  ten  o'clock,"  says  Poker, 
sternly. 

"But,  I  haven't  any  money,"  says  Harry. 

"She  wants  you,"  chips  in  Nat  Boole,  "though  why, 
I  don't  know.  You  can  work,  and  we  will  get  you 
a  job.  You  will  marry  her,  and  she  will  finish  the 
term  here.  You  will  be  a  good  husband  to  her,  or 
we'll  get  her  another." 

"But  now,  that  would  be  bigamy,"  chirped  the  runt. 

Nat  tapped  the  butt,  of  his  gun,  and  Harry  turned 
pale. 

"I'm  game,  because  I  love  Elfrida  so,"  said  he. 

The  guard  escorted  Harry  up  to  Brown's,  where  El- 
frida welcomed  him  by  running  into  his  arms  with  a 
little  coo  of  delight,  and  she  seemed  so  fond  that  it 
looked  like  Harry  must  be  some  good  after  all.  Don- 
ner Flat  felt  proud  of  aiding  to  unite  two  fond  lovers 
in  bliss,  an'  prepared  to  cel'brate  the  nuptials  by  a 
grand  free  re-opening  of  every  palace  in  town.  But 
there  was  a  hitch  in  the  gen'ral  happiness. 

In  the  morning  word  come  from  Harry  that  the  wed- 
ding was  postponed  for  a  few  days  at  Elfrida's  request. 
She  wanted  to  write  to  her  folks  before  taking  such  a 
precip'tate  step,  for  it  was  saying  farewell  to  the  life 
of  her  girlhood,  an'  that  was  a  solemn  and  serious 
change  to  make.  Poker  an'  Nat  didn't  see  any  harm 
in  a  few  days'  delay,  but  the  watch  guard  was  in- 
structed to  keep  track  of  Harry,  fer  we  all  felt  that 
Elfrida's  happiness  was  a  town  trust. 

And  here — said  Nims  impressively — is  where  the 
game  begun  to  run  crooked.  The  mine  belonging  to 
Elfrida's  pa  was  down  river  near  Murphy  Creek,  an' 
rumors  come  to  town  that  the  old  gent  had  struck  it 
rich  in  a  pocket.  When  Nat  told  Elfrida  about  it,  she 
hoped  that  it  couldn't  be  true. 

"Pa  is  very  set  in  his  ways,  and  if  he's  struck  it 
rich,  there'll  be  no  holding  him  down.  He'll  make 
trouble  between  me  and  Harry,"  says  the  girl. 

"Better  get  married  right  away,  Miss  Adams,"  says 
Nat  politely.  But  Elfrida  couldn't  see  it  that  way, 
fer  she  was  under  age.  It  wouldn't  be  legal,  and,  any- 
way, the  decencies  of  good  society  had  got  to  be  lived 
up  to,  and  she  felt  that  she  must  set  a  good  example 
to  the  community.  Her  pa's  consent  must  be  obtained, 
or  she'd  never  forgive  herself  after  he  was  dead.  So 
it  was  passed  around  that  her  family  must  be  informed 
of  her  contemplated  union  with  the  bunch  of  microbes 
called  Harry — though  that  aint  the  way  she  put  it. 

That  Elfrida  knew  her  pa  well  was  made  plain  on 
the  very  next  day.  A  letter  arrived  from  old  man 
Adams  forbidding  Elfrida  to  marry,  for  mor'n  likely 
he'd  take  her  to  Europe,  where  she  could  pick  out  the 
arist'erat  most  suited  to  her  needs. 

Mrs.  Brown  sent  right  down  fer  the  trustees.  El- 
frida was  in  the  garden  with  hysterics,  and  Harry  was 
worse.  He  was  moaning  under  a  lilac  bush,  his  hands 
clasped  around  his  head,  and  asking  for  some  one  to 
shoot  him  when  he  wasn't  looking. 

Elfrida  come  running  down  the  path  to  meet  us,  her 
breast  heaving  with  grief,  an'  she  took  hold  of  Poker 
an'  Nat's  hands  at  the  same  time. 

'Oh,  please  be  our  friends,  Jack  and  Nat,  won't 
you?"  she  sobbed,  the  tears  welling  out  from  her  blue 
eyes.  It  affected  Nat  worst;  Jack  liked  her  better  at 
night  when  they  were  brown.  But  they  both  promised 
Elfrida  that  they  would  stand  by  her  an'  Harry  till 
they'd  exchanged  vows  which  would  bind  them  for- 
ever, an'  she  felt  so  glad  she  kissed  them  both  fer 
being  such   good   friends.     I  never   had  no   luck   even 

hen  caresses  was  free  as  air,  but  Poker  an'  Nat  was 


both  good  lookers  fer  men,  an'  women  cotton  to  hand- 
some faces. 

Nat  called  a  meeting  that  night  to  consider  what  to 
do  fer  Elfrida's  happiness,  and  it  was  intimated  that 
any  gent  not  attending  would  be  fetched  by  the  strong 
arm  of  public  sentiment,  an'  some  guns.  Nat  opened 
the  meeting  by  saying  that  Harry  was  a  low-down 
speritless  creature,  but  being  necessary  to  Elfrida,  he 
was  to  be  counted  white  an'  treated  accordingly.  Old 
Nelson  nigh  raised  a  riot  by  saying  he  had  his  doubts 
'bout  Elfrida  too,  but  seeing  Ole  Skuben  coming  for- 
ward to  draw  his  time,  Nelson  withdrew  his  offensive 
remark,  saying  he  hoped  that  it  was  all  right,  an'  we 
could  count  him  in  when  the  hat  was  passed,  right  up 
to  the  limit  of  the  heaviest  subscriber. 

Poker's  idea  was  to  buy  Harry  a  share  in  her  pa's 
mine,  to  be  paid  back  on  development,  an'  this  took  the 
boys,  fer  it  was  like  gambling. 

"I  take  five  hundred  dollars  of  the  stock,"  yells  Ole, 
looking  hard  at  Nelson.  "I  aint  goin'  to  be  bluffed  by 
my  own  barkeep,"  growls  the  old  man,  "I  chip  fer  a 
thousand."  Ole  run  up  and  shook  hands  with  Nelson 
an'  swore  that  he'd  never  quit  again. 

Them  was  flush  times  in  Donner  Flat,  but  it  was 
surprising  to  see  the  boys  chip  in,  and  it  showed  how 
the  girl  had  twined  herself  round  the  hearts  of  the 
community.  Old  man  Nelson  said  he'd  bet  mor'n  that 
on  a  deuce  in  the  hole  many  the  time,  an'  the  boys 
cheered  him  for  being  game,  specially  when  he  had 
doubts.  A  fund  of  five  thousand  dollars  was  raised, 
which  showed  that  Elfrida  was  loved  as  'bout  the  only 
emblem  of  female  respectability  that  lived  in  Donner 
Flat.  Men's  hearts  is  touched  by  young,  innocent, 
female  loneliness  into  loos'ning  up,  mor'n  by  any  other 
means. 

Early  in  the  morning  Ole  Skuben  and  me  jogs  down 
river  to  interview  the  stern  an'  forbidding  old  parent, 
and  we  talked  over  the  best  diplomatic  moves  to  win 
the  old  fellow  over.  We  arrived  'bout  noon  and  found 
him  standing  guard  over  a  hole  in  the  rock  wall  armed 
with  a  demijohn  and  a  rifle.  He  didn't  show  any  sign 
of  being  parent  of  a  girl  educated  as  Elfrida  was,  but 
Ole  thought  perhaps  the  old  man  had  made  sacrifices 
to  make  her  what  she  was,  and  we  ought  to  respect 
him  for  it.  He  was  real  unsightly,  wearing  a  dirty 
brown  complexion,  an'  his  clothes  was  worse  for  dis- 
reputability  than  his  looks. 

"What'll  you  fellers  be  wantin',  snoopin'  'round  my 
claim,"  he  snorted. 

"Mr.  Adams,  I  presume,"  said  Ole,  remembering 
what  Stanley  said  to  Dr.  Livingstone,  when  they  met 
in  the  middle  of  Africa.  Ole  was  great  on  books  an' 
picked  up  his  language  considerable  from  them. 

"What  you  want  talk  straight  out,  if  you  got  any 
business  here,"  said  Elfrida's  pa. 

"We're  empowered  to  buy  a  half-interest  in  your 
claim  for  Harry,  your  future  son-in-law,"  answered 
Ole. 

"How  much  are  you  paying  fer  that  same,"  asks  the 
old  man,  a  little  milder  in  tone. 

"Conditioning  to  your  consent  to  Elfrida's  union 
with  her  beau,  Harry  will  buy  a  five-thousand-dollar 
interest,  to  be  paid  back  to  the  business  men  of  Donner 
Flat  from  the  dividends  of  the  mine,  the  same  to  be 
free  of  all  interest  and  charges."  Ole  spoke  his  piece 
straight  out,  an'  the  old  man  almost  smiled  as  he  passed 
the  demijohn. 

Ole  waved  it  away.  "Not  till  the  business  is  con- 
cluded, Mr.  Adams." 

"What's  the  game?  Don't  blame  me,  gents,  fer  try- 
ing to  secure  my  child's  happiness,"  said  Adams, 
throwing  a  quaver  into  his  voice. 

"Donner  Flat  has  succumbed  to  the  lovely  ways  of 
Elfrida,  and  this  is  the  citizens'  contribution  to  her 
marriage  portion."  Ole  swelled  out  his  chest  impor- 
tant as  he  spoke,  an'  I  could  see  the  father's  feelings 
was  moved. 

"Supposing  the  mine  don't  turn  out  rich  after  all — 
as  a  honest  man,  I  have  to  think  of  that.  You'll  not 
be  blaming  Elfrida  nor  me?" 

"That  sentiment  is  a  credit,"  says  Ole,  gravely. 
"Donner  Flat  puts  no  strings  on  its  citizens'  gifts  to 
make  love's  trail  run  smooth.  It  will  be  in  the  writings 
that  we  take  a  chance." 

"It's  a  go,"  said  Adams. 

Ole  paid  over  the  money,  and  Elfrida's  pa  signed 
the  papers  Nat  Boole  had  prepared,  an'  we  loped  back 
to  Donner  Flat  to  give  out  the  glad  tidings  to  the 
boys. 

Elfrida  and  Harry  was  married  by  me  in  the  post- 
office,  cos  I  was  also  justice  of  the  peace,  an'  I  give 
them  papers  of  holy  matrimony,  saying  that  the  girl 
had  her  pa's  consent. 

Then  Donner  Flat  turned  loose  its  most  mem'rable 
celebration,  which  lasted  three  days.  Nobody  recol- 
lects much  of  the  particulars.  On  the  start  of  it,  El- 
frida and  Harry  escaped  after  leading  the  chivaree 
party  three  times  around  the  square, -Tiding  in  Poker 
Jack's  buggy.  The  stage  made  a  special  trip  taking 
them  down  river,  fer  Elfrida  was  in  a  hurry  to  get 
her  aged  parent's  blessing,  and  she  said  that  it  would 
be  the  happiest  moment  of  her  life  to  see  him  and 
Harry  clasp  hands  in  friendship. 

She  promised  to  write  a  letter  to  the  secretary  of 
the  school  board,  while  she  was  on  her  honeymoon, 
which  would  be  read  to  the  whole  town,  and  she 
kissed  her  hands  so  pretty  to  us  as  the  stage  hit  the 
high  places  out  of  town. 

"Did  she  write  the  letter,  Nimsy?"  queried  a  woods- 
man, anxiously. 


August  17,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


103 


"She  did,"  replied  Nims  mournfully.  "An'  the  let- 
ter I  know  by  heart,  fer  whenever  we  felt  dull  an'  out 
of  spirits,  Nat  used  to  read  Elfrida's  letter  over  again. 
It  is  inscribed  on  the  memory  of  the  surviving  trustee, 
and  it  read: 

Dear,  dear  Boys  of  Donner  Flat:  Harry  and  I  will  be 
forever  grateful  for  your  assistance  in  consummating  our 
love  match.  We  appreciate  you,  and  shall  never,  never  for- 
get you,  and  we  hope  that  you  will  remember  us.  I  was 
really  happy  teaching  school,  but  I  longed  for  my  husband, 
for  we  partly  deceived  you,  though  I  know  your  good  hearts 
will  forgive  us — Harry  and  I  have  been  married  five  years. 
My  pa  is  Harry's  brother,  and  a  year  younger  than  I  am — 
they  used  to  act  in  the  same  theatrical  troupe  in  San  Fran- 
cisco. You  will  find  pa's  make-up  in  the  mine.  We  freely 
relinquish  our  share  in  the  mine,  and  the  dividends,  to  the 
citizens  of  Donner  Flat.  Harry  says  that  he  once  heard  that 
gold  is  where  you  find  it,  so  if  you  sink  some  shafts  and  work 
hard  it  may  prove  a  paying  investment  after  all.  Thank  you 
i  all  again — I  should  love  to  kiss  every  one  of  you.  Please 
accept  my  resignation  as  teacher  of  Donner  Flat  school. 
With   regret   at  our   enforced  parting, 

Sincerely,  your  dear  friend, 

Elfrida  Adams. 

P.    S. — Elfrida   is    27,   not    17 — with   love,  Harry. 

A  silence  held  around  the  circle  as  Nims  finished 
the  narrative,  and  the  little  man  sank  into  a  reverie. 
Again  from  the  sombre  depths  of  the  pines  came  the 
weird  hoot  of  the  night  owl.     Nims  looked  up. 

"That,  boys,  is  why  owls  and  schoolma'ams  seem 
united  and  similar,  both  being  enveloped  in  things  not 
understood  by  man."  Percy  W.  Whitaker. 

San  Francisco,  August,  1912. 

LIFE-LONG  OBSERVATION   OF   BUGS. 


The    Book  of  Insect   Studies   by  J.    H.   Fabre,   the    Octoge- 
narian French  Entomologist. 


At  eighty-four  years  of  age  J.  H.  Fabre,  the  French 
entomologist,  is  still  at  the  head  of  his  profession.  It 
can  not  be  said  that  he  has  done  more  than  others  to 
make  widely  known  the  fact  that  the  insect-world  is 
worthy  of  occupying  the  attention  of  a  self-respecting 
man,  for  the  results  of  his  life-long  industry  have  not 
been  widely  published,  but  he  has  proved  that  studies 
of  insects  are  not  only  of  value  but  fascinating  and 
stimulating.  His  book,  "Social  Life  in  the  Insect 
World,"  has  just  been  made  available  to  English  read- 
ers, and  any  nature-lover  will  find  it  a  treasure-house 
of  curious  and  interesting  facts.  How  much  the  style 
of  the  writing  is  indebted  to  its  translator  may  not  be 
easily  established,  but  it  is  certain  that  in  few  instances 
has  exact  and  scientific  knowledge  been  made  more 
attractive  for  the  general  reader.  The  volume  has 
chapters  on  the  cigale,  or  cicada,  the  mantis,  the  golden 
scarabceus,  the  crickets,  the  sisyphus  beetle,  the  bee- 
hunter,  the  great  peacock  or  emperor  moth,  the  ele- 
phant beetle,  the  pine-chafer,  and  other  denizens  of 
the  meadow  and  forest,  and  their  lives  from  beginning 
to  close  are  sketched  with  enthusiastic  care.  And  with 
his  exposition  of  insect  traits  the  naturalist  weaves  in 
many  apposite  literary  allusions  which  prove  his  wide 
acquaintance  with  philosophers  and  poets. 

At  the  beginning  he  takes  up  one  of  La  Fontaine's 
fables  and  demolishes  it: 

The  legend  of  the  Cigale  and  the  cold  welcome  of  the  Ant 
is  as  old  as  selfishness :  as  old  as  the  world.  The  children 
of  Athens,  going  to  school  with  their  baskets  of  rush-work 
stuffed  with  figs  and  olives,  were  already  repeating  the  story 
under  their  breath,  as  a  lesson  to  be  repeated  to  the  teacher. 
"In  winter,"  they  used  to  say,  "the  Ants  were  putting  their 
damp  food  to  dry  in  the  sun.  There  came  a  starving  Cigale 
to  beg  from  them.  She  begged  for  a  few  grains.  The  greedy 
misers  replied  :  'You  sang  in  the  summer,  now  dance  in  the 
winter.' "  This,  although  somewhat  more  arid,  is  precisely 
La  Fontaine's  story,  and  is  contrary  to  the   facts. 

Yet  the  story  comes  to  us  from  Greece,  which  is,  like  the 
south  of  France,  the  home  of  the  olive  tree  and  the  Cigale. 
Was  .Esop  really  its  author,  as  tradition  would  have  it?  It  is 
doubtful,  and  by  no  means  a  matter  of  importance;  at  all 
events,  the  author  was  a  Greek,  and  a  compatriot  of  the 
Cigale,  which  must  have  been  perfectly  familiar  to  him. 
There  is  not  a  single  peasant  in  my  village  so  blind  as  to  be 
unaware  of  the  total  absence  of  Cigales  in  winter  ;  and  every 
tiller  of  the  soil,  every  gardener,  is  familiar  with  the  first 
phase  of  the  insect,  the  larva,  which  his  spade  is  perpetually 
discovering  when  he  banks  up  the  olives  at  the  approach  of 
the  cold  weather,  and  he  knows,  having  seen  it  a  thousand 
times  by  the  edge  of  the  country  paths,  how  in  summer  this 
larva  issues  from  the  earth  from  a  little  round  well  of  its 
own  making;  how  it  climbs  a  twig  or  a  stem  of  grass,  turns 
upon  its  back,  climbs  out  of  its  skin,  drier  now  than  parch- 
ment, and  becomes  the  Cigale;  a  creature  of  a  fresh  grass- 
green  color  which  is  rapidly  replaced  by  brown. 

The  truth  rejects  what  the  fabulist  tells  us  as  an  absurd 
invention.  That  there  are  sometimes  dealings  between  the 
Cigale  and  the  Ant  is  perfectly  correct ;  but  these  dealings 
are  the  reverse  of  those  described  in  the  fable.  They  depend 
not  upon  the  initiative  of  the  former;  for  the  Cigale  never 
required  the  help  of  others  in  order  to  make  her  living:  on 
the  contrary,  they  are  due  to  the  Ant,  the  greedy  exploiter 
of  others,  who  fills  her  granaries  with  every  edible  she  can 
find.  At  no  time  does  the  Cigale  plead  starvation  at  the 
doors  of  the  ant-hills,  faithfully  promising  a  return  of  prin- 
cipal and  interest ;  the  Ant,  on  the  contrary,  harassed  by 
drought,  begs  of  the  songstress.  Begs,  do  I  say  !  Borrowing 
and  repayment  are  no  part  of  the  manners  of  this  land-pirate. 
She  exploits  the  Cigale ;  she  impudently  robs  her.  Let  us 
consider  this  theft ;  a  curious  point  of  history  as  yet  un- 
known. 

The  favorite  illusion,  that  the  praying  mantis  is  ''a 
priestess  delivering  oracles,  or  an  ascetic  in  a  mystic 
ecstasy,"  despite  its  antiquity  has  no  reverence  with 
the  observer: 

Good  people,  how  very  far  astray  your  childlike  simplicity 
has  led  you !  These  attitudes,  of  prayer  conceal  the  most 
atrocious  habits  ;  these  supplicating  arms  are  lethal  weapons  ; 
these  fingers  tell  no  rosaries,  but  help  to  exterminate  the  un- 
furtunate  passer-by.  It  is  an  exception  that  we  should  never 
look  for  in  the  vegetarian  family  of  the  Orthoptera,  but  the 
Mantis  lives  exclusively  upon  living  prey.  It  is  the  tiger  of 
the  peaceful  insect  peoples ;  the  ogre  in  ambush  which  de- 
mands a  tribute  of  living  flesh.  If  it  only  had  sufficient 
strength  its  bloodthirsty  appetites,  and  its  horrible  perfection 


of  concealment   would   make  it  the   terror  of   the   countryside. 
The  Prdgo-Dicu   would  become  a  Satanic  vampire. 

When  the  Mantis  is  in  repose  its  weapons  are  folded  and 
pressed  against  the  thorax,  and  are  perfectly  inoffensive  in 
appearance.  The  insect  is  apparently  praying.  But  let  a 
victim  come  within  reach,  and  the  attitude  of  the  prayer  is 
promptly  abandoned.  Suddenly  unfolded,  the  three  long 
joints  of  the  deadly  fore-limbs  shoot  out  their  terminal  talons, 
which  strike  the  victim  and  drag  it  backwards  between  the 
two  saw-blades  of  the  thighs.  The  vice  closes  with  a  move- 
ment like  that  of  the  forearm  upon  the  upper  arm,  and  all 
is  over ;  crickets,  grasshoppers,  and  even  more  powerful  in- 
sects once  seized  in  this  trap  with  its  four  rows  of  teeth,  are 
lost  irreparably.  Their  frantic  struggles  will  never  release 
the  hold  of  this  terrible  engine  of  destruction. 

Many  of  the  insects  are  cannibals,  and  worse,  for 
they  choose  to  banquet  on  those  of  their  kind  who 
should  be  nearest  and  dearest: 

Is  this  practice  of  post-matrimonial  cannibalism  a  general 
custom  in  the  insect  world?  For  the  moment,  I  can  recollect 
only  three  characteristic  examples :  those  of  the  Praying 
Mantis,  the  Golden  Scarabrcus,  and  the  scorpion  of  Langue- 
doc.  An  analogous  yet  less  brutal  practice — for  the  victim  is 
defunct  before  he  is  eaten — is  a  characteristic  of  the  Locust 
family.  The  female  of  the  white-faced  Decticus  will  eagerly 
devour  the  body  of  her  dead  mate,  as  will  the  Green  Grass- 
hopper. 

To  a  certain  extent  this  custom  is  excused  by  the  nature 
of  the  insect's  diet ;  the  Decticus  and  the  Grasshopper  are 
essentially  carniverous.  Encountering  a  dead  body  of  their 
own  species,  a  female  will  devour  it,  even  if  it  be  the  body 
of  her  latest  mate. 

But  what  are  we  to  say  in  palliation  of  the  vegetarians  ? 
At  the  approach  of  the  breeding  season,  before  the  eggs  are 
laid,  the  Ephippigera  turns  upon  her  still  living  mate,  disem- 
bowels him,  and  eats  as  much  of  him  as  her  appetite  will 
allow. 

The  cheerful  Cricket  shows  herself  in  a  new  light  at  this 
season  ;  she  attacks  the  mate  who  lately  wooed  her  with  such 
impassioned  serenades ;  she  tears  his  wings,  breaks  his  mu- 
sical thighs,  and  even  swallows  a  few  mouthfuls  of  the  intru- 
mentalist.  It  is  probable  that  this  deadly  aversion  of  the 
female  for  the  male  at  the  end  of  the  mating  season  is  fairly 
common,  especially  among  the  carniverous  insects.  But  what 
is  the  object  of  this  atrocious  custom?  That  is  a  question  I 
shall  not  fail  to  answer  when  circumstances  permit. 

M.  Fabre  describes  the  simple  methods  used  to  pre- 
pare for  some  of  his  studies : 

The  breeding  of  Crickets  demands  no  particular  prepara- 
tions. A  little  patience  is  enough — patience,  which  according 
to  Buffon  is  genius ;  but  which  I,  more  modestly,  will  call 
the  superlative  virtue  of  the  observer.  In  April,  May,  or 
later  we  may  establish  isolated  couples  in  ordinary  flower- 
pots containing  a  layer  of  beaten  earth.  Their  diet  will  con- 
sist of  a  leaf  of  lettuce  renewed  from  time  to  time.  The  pot 
must  be  covered  with  a  square  of  glass  to  prevent  the  escape 
of  the   inmates. 

I  have  gathered  some  very  curious  data  from  these  make- 
shift appliances,  which  may  be  used  with  and  as  a  substitute 
for  the  cages  of  wire  gauze,  although  the  latter  are  preferable. 

Who  but  an  enthusiastic  bug-hunter  would  think  of 
comparing  the  cricket  and  the  lark?  Yet  there  is  no 
want  of  the  higher  appreciation  in  his  view: 

April  comes  to  an  end,  and  the  song  of  the  Cricket  com- 
mences. At  first  we  hear  only  timid  and  occasional  solos; 
but  very  soon  there  is  a  general  symphony,  when  every  scrap 
of  turf  has  its  performer.  I  am  inclined  to  place  the  Cricket 
at  the  head  of  the  choristers  of  spring.  In  the  waste  lands 
of  Provence,  when  the  thyme  and  the  lavender  are  in  flower, 
the  Cricket  mingles  his  note  with  that  of  the  crested  lark, 
which  ascends  like  a  lyrical  firework,  its  throat  swelling  with 
music,  to  its  invisible  station  in  the  clouds,  whence  it  pours 
its  liquid  arias  upon  the  plain  below.  From  the  ground  the 
chorus  of  the  Crickets  replies.  It  is  monotonous  and  artless, 
yet  how  well  it  harmonizes,  in  its  very  simplicity,  with  the 
rustic  gayety  of  a  world  renewed  !  It  is  the  hosanna  of  the 
awakening,  the  alleluia  of  the  germinating  seed  and  the 
sprouting  blade.  To  which  of  the  two  performers  should  the 
palm  be  given?  I  should  award  it  to  the  Cricket;  he  triumphs 
by  force  of  numbers  and  his  never-ceasing  note.  The  lark 
hushes  her  song,  that  the  blue-gray  fields  of  lavender,  swing- 
ing their  aromatic  censers  before  the  sun,  may  hear  the 
Cricket  alone  at  his  humble,  solemn  celebration. 

It  is  a  curious  thing,  says  the  naturalist,  that  bees, 
the  most  skillful  of  all  industrial  insects,  know  nothing 
of  paternal  labor.  But  the  beetle  has  the  noble  pre- 
rogative that  is  lacking  in  the  bee  tribe.  And  some  of 
the  kinds  work  with  seeming  endless  effort : 

The  first  example  is  the  Sisyphus  beetle  (Sisyphus  Schccf- 
feri,  Lin.),  the  smallest  and  most  industrious  of  our  pill- 
makers.  It  has  no  equal  in  lively  agility,  grotesque  somer- 
saults, and  sudden  tumbles  down  the  impossible  paths  or 
over  the  impracticable  obstacles  to  which  its  obstinacy  is 
perpetually  leading  it.  In  allusion  to  these  frantic  gymnastics 
Latreille  has  given  the  insect  the  name  of  Sisyphus,  after  the 
celebrated  inmate  of  the  classic  Hades.  This  unhappy  spirit 
underwent  terrible  exertions  in  his  efforts  to  heave  to  the 
top  of  a  mountain  an  enormous  rock,  which  always  escaped 
him  at  the  moment  of  attaining  the  summit,  and  rolled  back 
to  the  foot  of  the  slope.  Begin  again,  poor  Sisyphus,  begin 
again,  begin  again  always!  Your  torments  will  never  cease 
until  the  rock  is  firmly  placed  upon  the  summit  of  the  moun- 
tain. I  like  this  myth.  It  is,  in  a  way,  the  history  of  many 
of  us;  not  odious  scoundrels  worthy  of  eternal  torments,  but 
worthy  and  laborious  folk,  useful  to  their  neighbors.  One 
crime  alone  is  theirs  to  expiate  ;  the  crime  of  poverty. 

An  imprisoned  moth  will  soon  bring  to  the  doors  of 
her  cage  a  host  of  vainly  sympathizing  males  of  her 
species.  He  describes  with  great  enjoyment  one  of 
his  experiences  with  a  notable  specimen : 

It  was  a  memorable  night!  I  will  name  it  the  Night  of 
the  Great  Peacock.  Who  does  not  know  this  superb  moth, 
the  largest  of  all  our  European  butterflies,  with  its  livery  of 
chestnut  velvet  and  its  collar  of  white  fur?  The  grays  and 
browns  of  the  wings  are  crossed  by  a  paler  zig-zag,  and  bor- 
dered with  smoky  white  ;  and  in  the  centre  of  each  wing  is 
a  round  spot,  a  great  eye  with  a  black  pupil  and  variegated 
iris,  receiving  into  concentric  arcs  of  black,  white,  chestnut, 
and    purplish    red. 

Not  less  remarkable  is  the  caterpillar.  Its  color  is  a  vague 
yellow.  On  the  summit  of  thinly  sown  tubercles  crowned 
with  a  palisade  of  black  hairs  are  set  pearls  of  a  turquoise- 
blue.  The  burly  brown  cocoon,  which  is  notable  for  its  curi- 
ous tunnel  of  exit,  like  an  eel-pot,  is  always  found  at  the 
base  of  an  old  almond-tree,  adhering  to  the  bark.  The  foliage 
of  the  same    tree   nourishes  the   caterpillar. 

For, more  than  a  week  the  lure  was  kept  in  readiness 
for  nocturnal  visitors,  and  the  result  astonished  even 
the  scientist  familiar  with  the  subject: 

My  prisoner  under  the  wire-gauze  cover  lived  for  eight 
days.     Every  night  she  attracted  a  swarm  of  visitors,  now  to 


one   part  of  the   house,   now  to   another.     I   can ■_  . 

the   net   and   released   them   as   soon    as   cap  ;     closed 

room,   where  they  passed  the  night.     On    the  day   they 

were  marked,  by  means  of  a  slight  tonsure  on  orax. 

The  total  number  of  butterflies  attracted  on  these  eight 
nights  amounted  to  a  hundred  and  fifty ;  a  stupendous  num- 
ber when  I  consider  what  searches  I  had  to  undertake  during 
the  two  following  years  in  order  to  collect  the  specimens 
necessary  to  the  continuation  of  my  investigation.  Without 
being  absolutely  undiscoverable,  in  my  immediate  neighbor- 
hood the  cocoons  of  the  Great  Peacock  are  at  least  extremely 
rare,  as  the  trees  on  which  they  are  found  are  not  common. 
For  two  winters  I  visited  all  the  decrepit  almond-trees  at 
hand,  inspected  them  all  at  the  base  of  the  trunk,  under  the 
jungle  of  stubborn  grasses  and  undergrowth  that  surrounded 
them ;  and  how  often  I  returned  with  empty  hands !  Thus 
my  hundred  and  fifty  butterflies  had  come  from  some  little 
distance;  perhaps  from  a  radius  of  a  mile  and  a  quarter 
or  more.  How  did  they  learn  of  what  was  happening  in  my 
study? 

Not  so  often  as  one  might  suppose  does  M.  Fabre 
point  out  the  superiority  of  equipment  which  the  lower 
orders  of  life  have  over  mere  man,  but  here  is  an  il- 
luminating paragraph : 

How  enviable,  in  how  many  cases,  is  the  superiority  of 
the  beasts  !  It  makes  us  realize  the  insufficiency  of  our  im- 
pressions, and  the  very  indifferent  efficacy  of  our  sense- 
organs  ;  it  proclaims  realities  which  amaze  us,  so  far  are  they 
beyond   our  own   attributes. 

A  miserable  caterpillar,  the  Processional  caterpillar,  found 
on  the  pine-tree,  has  its  back  covered  with  meteorlogical 
spiracles  which  sense  the  coming  weather  and  foretell  the 
storm ;  the  bird  of  prey,  that  incomparable  watchman,  sees 
the  fallen  mule  from  the  heights  of  the  clouds  ;  the  blind  bats 
guided  their  flight  without  collision  through  the  inextricable 
labyrinth  of  threads  devised  by  Spallanzani ;  the  carrier 
pigeon,  at  a  hundred  leagues  from  home,  infallibly  regains  its 
loft  across  immensities  which  it  has  never  known  ;  and  with- 
in the  limits  of  its  more  modest  powers  a  bee,  the  Chali- 
codoma,  also  adventures  into  the  unknown,  accomplishing  its 
long  journey  and  returning  to  its  group  of  cells. 

Those  who  have  never  seen  a  dog  seeking  truffles  have 
missed  one  of  the  finest  achievements  of  the  olfactory  sense. 
Absorbed  in  his  duties,  the  animal  goes  forward,  scenting  the 
wind,  at  a  moderate  pace.  He  stops,  questions  the  soil  with 
his  nostrils,  and,  without  excitement,  scratches  the  earth  a 
few  times  with  one  paw.  "There  it  is,  master!"  his  eyes 
seem  to  say  ;  "there  it  is  !  On  the  faith  of  a  dog,  there  are 
truffles   here  !" 

He  says  truly.  The  master  digs  at  the  point  indicated. 
If  the  spade  goes  astray  the  dog  corrects  the  digger,  sniffing 
at  the  bottom  of  the  hole.  Have  no  fear  that  stones  and 
roots  will  confuse  him  ;  in  spite  of  depth  and  obstacles,  the 
truffle  will  be  found.     A  dog's  nose  can  not  lie. 

There  are  some  odd  and  amusing  tributes  to  one  of 
the  vegetable  family  in  an  interesting  chapter,  yet  it 
seems  certain  M.  Fabre  does  not  know  that  the  beau 
was  invented  in  the  classic  centre  of  New  England : 

If  there  is  one  vegetable  on  earth  that  more  than  any  other 
is  a  gift  of  the  gods,  it  is  the  haricot  bean.  It  has  all  the 
virtues:  it  forms  a  soft  paste  upon  the  tongue;  it  is  ex- 
tremely palatable,  abundant,  inexpensive,  and  highly  nutri- 
tious. It  is  a  vegetable  meat  which,  without  being  bloody  and 
repulsive,  is  the  equivalent  of  the  horrors  outspread  upon  the 
butcher's  slab.  To  recall  its  services  the  more  emphatically, 
the  Provencal  idiom  calls  it  the  gounfto-gus — the  filler  of  the 
poor. 

Blessed  bean,  consoler  of  the  wretched,  right  well  indeed 
do  you  fill  the  laborer,  the  honest,  skillful  worker  who  has 
drawn  a  low  number  in  the  crazy  lottery  of  life.  Kindly  Har- 
icot, with  three  drops  of  oil  and  a  dash  of  vinegar  you  were 
the  favorite  dish  of  my  young  years  ;  and  even  now,  in  the 
evening  of  my  days,  you  are  welcome  to  my  humble  porringer. 
We  shall  be  friends  to  the  last. 

Today  it  is  not  my  intention  to  sing  your  merits ;  I  wish 
simply  to  ask  you  a  question,  being  curious:  What  is  the 
country  of  your  origin?  Did  you  come  from  Central  Asia 
with  the  broad  beau  and  the  pea?  Did  you  make  part  of  that 
collection  of  seeds  which  the  first  pioneers  of  culture  brought 
us  from  their  gardens?     Were  you  known   to  antiquity? 

Here  the  insect,  an  impartial  and  well-informed  witness, 
answers  :  "No  ;  in  our  country  antiquity  was  not  acquainted 
with  the  haricot.  The  precious  vegetable  came  hither  by  the 
same  road  as  the  broad  bean.  It  is  a  foreigner,  and  of  com- 
paratively recent  introduction   into   Europe." 

Again  the  naturalist  diverts  himself  with  a  sortie 
into  the  realms  of  medical  legend,  but  he  sets  down  his 
discoveries  with  gentle  regard  for  the  dignities  of  the 
modern  practitioner: 

The  term  fitllo  as  applied  to  an  insect  is  found  in  Pliny. 
In  one  chapter  the  great  naturalist  treats  of  remedies  against 
jaundice,  fevers,  and  dropsy.  A  little  of  everything  enters 
into  this  antique  pharmacy  :  the  longest  tooth  of  a  black  dog  : 
the  nose  of  a  mouse  wrapped  in  a  pink  cloth  ;  the  right  eye  of 
a  green  lizard  torn  from  the  living  animal  and  placed  in  a 
bag  of  kid-skin  ;  the  heart  of  a  serpent,  cut  out  with  the  left 
hand;  the  four  articulations  of  the  tail  of  a  scorpion,  including 
the  dart,  wrapped  tightly  in  a  black  cloth,  so  that  for  three 
days  the  sick  man  can  see  neither  the  remedy  nor  him  that 
applies  it ;  and  a  number  of  other  extravagances.  We  may 
well  close  the  book,  alarmed  at  the  slough  of  the  imbecility 
whence  the  art  of  healing  has  come  down   to  us. 

In  the  midst  of  these  imbecilities,  the  preludes  of  medicine, 
we  find  a  mention  of  the  "fuller."  Tcrttum  qui  vocatur  full", 
albis  gitftis,  dissccfum  utrique  laccrlo  adalligant.  says  the  text. 
To  treat  fevers  divide  the  fuller  beetle  into  two  parts  and 
apply  half  under  the  right  arm  and  half  under  the  left. 

Now  what  did  the  ancient  naturalist  mean  by  the  term 
"fuller  beetle"?  We  do  not  precisely  know.  The  qualifica- 
tion albis  guttts,  white  spots,  would  fit  the  Pine-chafer  well 
enough,  but  it  is  not  sufficient  to  make  us  certain.  Pliny 
himself  does  not  seem  to  have  been  very  certain  of  the  iden- 
tity of  the  remedy.  In  his  time  men's  eyes  had  not  yet 
learned  to  see  the  insect  world.  Insects  were  too  small ;  they 
were  well  enough  for  amusing  children,  who  would  tie  them 
to  the  end  of  a  long  thread  and  make  them  walk  in  circles, 
but  they  were  not  worthy  of  occupying  the  attention  of  a 
self-respecting  man. 

There  are  fourteen  engravings  to  illustrate  the  tcxl. 
an  index  that  makes  any  reference  easily  available,  and 
the  book  is  a  fine  example  of  good  printing.  One  may 
heartily  wish  it  a  larger  circle  of  readers  than  is  usually 
secured  for  works  on  scientific  topics,  for  it  will  give 
pleasure  as  well  as  impelling  information  to  all  who 
like  the  out-of-doors. 

Social  Life  in  tiik  Insect  World,  By  J.  H. 
Fabre*  translated  by  Bernard  Miall.  New  York:  The 
Century  Company;  $3  net. 

Tennis  is  becoming  popular  in  Japan,  and  Tokyo  has 
six  factories  for  the  manufacture  of  tennis  rackets. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17,  1912. 


"HE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Principal  Girl. 
Stories  of  aristocrats  who  marry  actresses 
will  always  be  popular  so  long  as  aristocrats 
and  actresses  are  of  the  right  kind-  The 
aristocrat  must  be  well-meaning  and  good- 
hearted,  and  he  need  not  have  much  brains. 
Indeed,  if  he  were  furnished  with  intelligence 
we  should  doubt  the  genuineness  of  his  aris- 
tocracy, while  as  for  the  actress,  we  don't 
mind  how  slangy  and  unconventional  she  may 
be  provided  her  virtue  is  immaculate,  as,  of 
course,  the  virtue  of  actresses  usually  is. 
Every  one  is  aware  of  that. 

Mr.  Snaith  knows  these  requisites  and  ob- 
serves them.  Mr.  Philip  Shelmerdine,  son  of 
Lord  Shelmerdine  and  heir  to  the  barony, 
proves  his  good  heart  in  the  opening  chapter 
and  so  ingratiates  himself  betimes  with  a 
popular  audience.  He  is  "discovered"  in  the 
act  of  taking  five  motherless  children  to  the 
pantomime,  and  because  of  that  important 
duty  refusing  to  accompany  his  mother  and 
the  Lady  Adela — whom  he  is  intended  to 
marry — to  the  concert  where  the  classical 
music  of  Busoni  and  Liszt  is  to  be  performed. 
Mr.  Shelmerdine  has  no  brains,  but  brains, 
as  has  been  said,  are  not  expected  in  an 
aristocrat,  and  indeed  would  be  regarded  in 
the  nature  of  a  disguise,  but  we  like  the  way 
he  treats   those   children. 

Now  the  star  of  the  pantomime  is  Miss 
Caspar,  lately  imported  from  the  provinces 
to  meet  an  emergency,  and  Miss  Caspar  as 
Cinderella,  and  singing  the  various  songs  al- 
lotted to  her  in  that  classic  character,  is  not 
soon  to  be  forgotten.  In  point  of  fact  she  is 
a  "perfect  nailer,"  in  the  words  of  young 
Shelmerdine,  whose  head  remains  in  a  whirl 
until  he  has  secured  an  introduction  to  his 
charmer — and  also  after  that  event,  and  more 
so. 

Of  course  true  love  does  not  run  smoothly. 
Philip's  aristocratic  family  is  aghast  at  the 
prospect  of  a  mesalliance  with  a  woman  of 
the  people,  and  to  make  confusion  worse  con- 
founded we  have  an  equally  unflinching  oppo- 
sition from  the  charmers  grandmother, 
eighty-four  years  of  age,  whose  ancestors 
played  in  Shakespeare's  own  company  and 
who,  herself,  once  played  Lady  Macbeth  with 
John  Peter  Kendall.  Grandmamma's  ideas 
are  so  high  that  she  feels  it  to  be  a  disgrace 
that  Mary  Caspar  is  playing  in  pantomime, 
although  she  receives  $500  a  week  for  so 
doing  and  is  to  have  her  salary  doubled  next 
year.  That  she  should  further  demean  her- 
self by  marrying  a  mere  aristocrat  who  does 
not  even  get  his  own  living  is  a  "come-down" 
in  the  world  from  which  the  venerable  lady 
positively  shrinks.     So  there  you  are: 

"By  taking  pains,"  said  grandmamma,  "and 
showing  a  proper  reverence  for  its  calling,  even 
a  modest  talent  may  add  a  cubit  to  its  stature. 
That  at  least  was  the  opinion  of  John  Peter  Ken- 
dall and  Mr.  Macready." 

Mr.  Shelmerdine  cordially  agreed  with  those 
great  men. 

"To  think  of  my  granddaughter  playing  Cin- 
derella at  the  Lane  when  she  should  be  playing 
Lady  Macbeth  at  His  Majesty's." 

"Ob,  but  ma'am,"  said  the  young  man,  "she  is 
a  nailin'  good  Cinderella,  you  know." 

"A  nailing  good  Cinderella,  when  her  great- 
grandmother  played  with  Garrick,  and  one  of  her 
forbears  was  in   Shakespeare's  own  company!" 

The  young  man  thought  silence  would  be  safer 
here.  '  Still,  knightly  conduct  was  undoubtedly 
called   for. 

"I  hope  you  won't  mind  my  sayin',  ma'am," 
said  lie.  "that's  she  the  finest  Cinderella  I've  ever 
— although  I  daresay  I  oughtn't  to  say  it  in  her 
presence." 

But  grandmamma  would  admit  no  extenuating 
circumstance.      Mary  was   a  disgrace. 

Mr.  Snaith's  story  is  something  like  "The 
Heart  of  a  Child,"  but  without  such  careful 
character  delineation  and  without  the  touch 
of  either  pathos  or  tragedy.  And  his  style 
reminds  us  of  Mr.  De  Morgan,  but  without 
all  of  Mr.  De  Morgan's  delicacy.  Mr.  Snaith 
cultivates  fun  rather  than  humor,  although 
there  is  plenty  of  very  good  humor  in  his  de- 
scription of  aristocratic  consternation  at 
Philip's  plunge  into  plebeian  depths.  Of 
course  the  story  ends  well.  It  may  be  said 
to  "end  well"  in  the  middle  of  the  book,  for 
some  of  its  most  delightful  bits  concern  them- 
selves with  Mary's  efforts  to  make  a  real 
man  of  her  husband  and  to  coach  him  for 
a  respectable  place  in  the  world.  And  here, 
at  least.  Mr.  Snaith  is  true  to  life,  for  most 
of  the  aristocrats  who  have  married  actresses 
have  found  their  real  fortune  in  the  mesal- 
liance. "The  Principal  Girl"  will  not  rank 
as  a  great  novel,  but  it  is  a  thoroughly  good 
piece  of  work  of  its  kind. 

The  Principal  Girl.  By  T.  C.  Snaith.  New 
York:   Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


Studies  in  Frankness. 
While  holding  that  Mr.  Whibley  might  have 
found  a  better  use  for  his  pen  than  this  analy- 
sis of  what  he  calls  frankness  in  literature, 
and  what  others  might  sometimes  call  inde- 
cency, it  may  be  admitted  that  he  writes  un- 
objectionably  and  without  any  desire  to  pa- 
rade either  coarseness  or  impurity.  But  what 
does  he  mean  by  saying  in  his  introduction 
that  "literature,  then,  is  unconcerned  with 
the  improveine.it  «>f  the  citizen,  or  the  welfare 
of  the  state"?  Why  should  literature  alone 
be  exempt  from  the  duties  common  to  the 
whole  of  hu-  anity?  Such  a  statement  would 
be  unpalatab1e  if  applied  to  hod-carrying. 


It  need  hardly  be  said  that  frankness  in 
literature,  the  frankness  of  Petronius  or  of 
Sterne,  is  not  the  same  as  indecency.  So 
much  depends  upon  the  motive.  "Tristram 
Shandy"  is  not  indecent.  It  is  a  frank  state- 
ment of  supposed  fact,  and  its  coarsenesses 
fit  into  the  narrative.  They  are  not  obtrusive, 
nor  suggestive,  nor  furtive.  They  are  like 
the  frank  exuberances  of  a  child.  Even 
"The  Arabian  Nights"  w^ith  its  appalling 
confidences  is  considered  suitable  for  the 
young,  although  in  a  recent  edition  prepared 
by  the  late  Andrew  Lang  he  says  that  he  has 
removed  those  portions  that  are  only  for  the 
reading  of  "old  gentlemen  and  Arabs." 

Mr.  Whibley  restricts  his  field  to  Petronius, 
Heliodorus,  Sterne,  Apuleius,  Hirondas,  Poe, 
Lucian,  and  Sir  Thomas  Urquhart,  and  while 
we  may  think  that  his  time  could  have  been 
better  employed  he  writes  with  commendable 
restraint  and  in   a  markedly  graceful   style. 

Studies  in*  Frahkness.  Bv  Charles  Whibley. 
New  York:  E.  P.  Durton  &  Co*.;  $1.50  net. 


May  field. 

Mr.  Vincent  Brown  gives  us  a  story  curi- 
ously illustrative  of  matrimonial  conventions 
in  England,  where  divorce  is  one  of  the  luxu- 
ries reserved  for  the  rich.  Jenny  Newman  has 
married  a  worthless  wretch  who  has  been  five 
times  in  prison,  and  who  is  believed  to  have 
murdered  his  first  wife.  Sentenced  to  six 
months'  imprisonment  for  a  fresh  crime, 
Jennie  is  persuaded  to  go  away  with  Harold 
Kelsey,  a  prosperous  and  manly  young  car- 
penter who  loves  her  devotedly,  and  saves 
her  from  the  penury  that  otherwise  awaits 
her.  The  husband  is  a  sinister  and  homicidal 
criminal,  and  divorce  is  impossible;  but  that 
a  man  and  woman  should  live  together  with- 
out the  recognized  incantations  is  forbidden 
by  the  law  of  the  church,  and  so  we  find  a 
number  of  pious  but  otherwise  excellent 
people  bent  upon  rescuing  Jennie  from  her 
"sin,"  breaking  up  her  union  with  the  man 
who  loves  her,  and  restoring  her  to  the  arms 
of  her  murderous  husband.  As  "Mayfield"  is 
a  novel  and  therefore  exempt  from  the 
tyranny  of  fact  the  author  is  able  to  arrange 
matters  satisfactorily  and  by  means  of  a  re- 
volver bullet  to  put  Jennie  in  the  way  of 
regularizing  her  position,  but  we  are  still 
left  in  amazement  at  the  power  of  a  super- 
stition over  human  intelligence  and  human 
freedom. 

Mayfield.  By  Vincent  Brown.  New  York: 
Brentano's;    $1.35. 


Religious  Insight. 

This  course  of  lectures  on  "The  Sources 
of  Religious  Insight"  was  delivered  by  Dr. 
Josiah  Royce  before  the  Lake  Forest  College 
on  the  foundation  of  the  late  William  Bross. 
Dr.  Royce  accepts  in  the  main  the  definition 
of  religious  experience  favored  by  Professor 
James.  It  is  the  experience  of  individuals 
who  regard  themselves  as  "alone  with  the 
divine,"  who  get  into  touch  with  something 
that  gives  a  new  dimension  to  their  lives. 
They  win  a  sense  of  unity  with  higher  powers 
whose  presence  seems  to  them  to  secure  a 
needed  but  otherwise  unattainable  spiritual 
unity,  peace,  and  power  in  their  lives. 

Into  the  author's  somewhat  extensive  ar- 
gument there  is  no  need  to  enter  at  length. 
After  considering  individual  experience  and 
social  experience  as  sources  of  religious  in- 
sight, he  passes  on  to  the  functions  of  the 
reason  and  of  the  will  and  to  the  religious 
mission  of  sorrow,  concluding  with  a  chapter 
on  "The  Unity  of  the  Spirit  and  the  Invisible 
Church."  It  need  hardly  be  said  that  Dr. 
Royce's  work  is  marked  by  the  philosophic 
insight  and  the  broad  and  tolerant  vision  that 
are  among  his  notable  characteristics. 

The  Sodsces  of  Religious  Insight.  By  Josiah 
Royce,  Ph.  D.,  LL.  D.  New  York:  Charles  Scrib- 
ners'   Sons;    $1.25    net. 


The  Stake. 
A  somewThat  shop-worn  plot  is  fairly  well 
used  by  Jay  Cady  in  "The  Stake."  Dick 
Weston,  while  visiting  a  rocky  island  left  to 
him  by  an  eccentric  uncle,  is  successful  in 
saving  a  girl  from  the  wreck  of  a  yacht. 
When  at  last  they  reach  Boston  the  two  are 
momentarily  separated  at  the  railroad  station, 
Weston  is  knocked  down  by  a  carriage  and 
taken  unconscious  to  the  hospital,  while  the 
girl  is  left  wondering  what  has  become  of 
her  preserver.  It  is  a  conventional  opening, 
but  the  ensuing  vicissitudes  are  worked  out 
well,  although  the  change  from  ocean  adven- 
ture to  the  world  of  finance  and  company  pro- 
moting is  not  a  welcome  one. 

The      Stake.       By     Jay      Cadv.       Philadelphia: 
George  W.  Jacobs  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


Champ  Clark. 
This  volume  was  doubtless  intended  for 
campaign  purposes,  and  if  events  had  been 
otherwise  it  might  have  been  effective.  It  is 
not  so  much  a  biography  as  an  appreciation, 
a  third  part  of  the  volume  being  devoted  to 
"Various  Opinions"  and  "Excerpts  from 
Speeches/'  But  the  appreciation  is  honest 
and  to  a  great  extent  non-contentious.  Its 
inspiration  is  evidently  a  strong  personal  es- 
teem, and  this  is  a  sentiment  that  may  be, 
and  indeed  is,  shared  alike  by  political  friends 
and  political  foes. 

Champ  Clark.     By  W.  L.   Webb.     New   York: 
The  Neale  Publishing  Company;   $1   net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
"National  Ideals  and  Race-Regeneration," 
by  Rev.  R.  F.  Horton,  M.  A.,  D.  D.  (Moffat, 
Yard  &  Co. ;  50  cents),  appears  in  the  New 
Tracts  for  the  Times  series  and  is  fully  upon 
the  intellectual  level  of  its  predecessors. 
The  day  is  approaching,  says  the  author,  when 
the  earth  will  be  covered  with  the  mutual 
knowledge  of  the  peoples,  and  we  must  there- 
fore try  to  realize  afresh  our  national  ideal, 
which  must  be  consonant  with  the  interna- 
tional ideal.  Dr.  Horton  writes  from  the 
English  point  of  view,  but  most  of  his  admo- 
nitions are  equally  suited  to  the  whole  of 
civilization. 

"The  Problems  of  Philosophy,"  by  Rertrand 
Russell,  M.  A.,  F.  R.  S.  (Home  University 
Library;  Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  50  cents),  will 
be  found  useful  by  those  who  wish  an  intro- 
duction to  the  philosophical  world  and  a 
presentation  in  lucid  language  of  some  of  its 
unanswered  questions.  The  value  of  philos- 
ophy, explains  the  author,  is  not  in  the  an- 
swers to  its  questions,  but  in  the  questions 
themselves,  "because  these  questions  enlarge 
our  conception  of  wThat  is  possible,  enrich  our 
intellectual  imagination,  and  diminish  the  dog- 
matic assurance  which  closes  the  mind  against 
speculation." 

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Andrew  Lang's  Later  Years. 

The  late  Mr.  Lang  was  in  his  later  years 
rather  a  soured  and  disappointed  man,  for 
what  exact  reason  nobody  could  very  well 
divine,  for  he  had  fame,  honor,  and  troops 
of  friends,  and  he  never  seemed  to  carry 
otherwise  than  easily  the  great  volume  of 
work  which  he  got  through  (says  the  Man- 
chester Guardian).  Perhaps  he  felt  he  would 
have  been  greater  if  his  talents  had  been 
more  concentrated,  if  he  had  not  dissipated 
his  astonishing  energies  over  such  a  wide  and 
diverse  field.  "How  extraordinarily  good 
he'd  be  if  he  wrote  a  little  less,"  said  Matthew- 
Arnold,  though  their  joint  sacrifice  of  litera- 
ture to  the  necessities  of  making  a  comfort- 
able livelihood  made  a  kind  of  similarity  be- 
tween the  two.  Like  Arnold,  too,  Mr.  Lang 
liked  being  praised  for  his  work,  though  he 
accepted  homage  less  generously  than  his 
elder.  I  remember  saying  how  splendid  and 
witty  was  his  essay  on  Thomas  Haynes  Bayly. 
"Yes,  yes,"  he  said  off-handedly,  "it  was 
quite  all  right,  wasn't  it  ?"  It  was  plain  he 
liked  praise,  but  he  loved  to  be  a  little  super- 
cilious in  accepting  it.  He  was  always  apt 
to  under-estimate  his  own  position  and  to 
showT  a  dislike  of  people  who  had  "got  on" 
in  the  literary  world,  even  though  their  fame 
was  really  much  less  pervasive  than  his  own. 


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Heorik  Ibsen. 

Another  weighty  and  analytic  volume  on 
the  plays  and  problems  of  Ibsen  comes  from 
the  pen  of  Professor  Otto  Heller  of  the  Wash- 
ington University.  It  is  written  so  interest- 
ingly that  we  wave  aside  as  unneeded  the 
author's  apology  for  adding  to  an  already  well 
laden  shelf.  Moreover,  Professor  Heller  be- 
lieves that  we  have  been  placing  an  over- 
emphasis on  the  romantic  and  historical  plays, 
whereas  our  interest  should  centre  chiefly  on 
the  social  or  problem  plays.  The  latter  are 
"more  closely  connected  with  our  own  pri- 
vate and  social  concerns."  And  so  to  them 
he  gives  the  place  of  honor. 

Professor  Heller  is  troubled  that  America 
and  England  should  show  a  certain  reluc- 
tance to  appreciate  Ibsen.  He  tells  us  that 
in  this  respect  we  are  many  years  behind 
Germany.  "Pillars  of  Society"  was  produced 
in  1S77.  In  1S7S  it  was  given  by  five  different 
theatres  in  the  city  of  Berlin  within  a  fort- 
night. The  first  American  performance  in 
English  was  in  New  York  in  1891.  "The  Mas- 
ter Builder"  was  not  produced  in  America 
until  seven  years  after  publication,  and  then 
only  at  a  private  performance.  The  actual 
significance  of  these  delays  is  not  apparent, 
unless  it  is  that  American  taste  and  German 
taste  are  not  the  same,  but  even  that  is  not 
necessarily  a  reflection  upon  America,  as  the 
author  and  Mr.  William  Archer  seem  to  sup- 
pose. In  America,  we  are  told,  we  have  a 
"luckless  democratic  way  of  looking  at  all 
things  through  the  childish  eyes  of  the  ma- 
jority." Moreover,  Americans  have  a  sus- 
picion that  Ibsen  is  not  an  optimist,  and 
Americans  "believe  in  making  the  best  of 
things  that  are  bad  and  always  will  be  bad. 
And  because  of  this  unwreckable  faith  in  the 
badness  of  things,  such  people  are  known  as — 
optimists."  Nevertheless  the  author  believes 
that  we  are  becoming  "Ibsenreif,"  and  ready 
to  listen  to  the  social  preachings  of  the  Nor- 
wegian dramatist.  And  yet  we  may  be  ex- 
cused for  entertaining  a  doubt  as  to  the  suit- 
ability of  the  stage  for  any  social  preachings 
whatever.  We  may  also  feel  that  even  a  neg- 
lect of  Ibsen  is  not  necessarily  a  mask  of 
intellectual  inferiority. 

But  the  book  itself  is  delightfully  written. 
After  a  few  pages  of  biography  the  author 
enters  into  an  examination  of  the  chief  of  the 
Ibsen  plays,  giving  us  in  each  case  a  critical 
analysis.  Defending  Ibsen  from  the  charge 
of  pessimism,  he  says  that  he  is  actually  an 
optimist  because  he  thinks  that  life  is  too 
good  to  be  wasted  as  we  waste  it.  But  then 
Ibsen's  idealism  is  "incomprehensible  to 
meaner  natures."  His  social  panacea  is  truth- 
fulness, and  by  truthfulness  he  means  loyalty 
and  fidelity  to  one's  self.  Man  must  take  no 
orders  from  without.  All  motive  power 
should  be  from  within.  These  are  the  ideas 
underlying  all  his  social  plays,  the  chord  that 
he  never  wearies  of  striking,  and  if  Ibsen  has 
failed  of  his  full  recognition  it  is  because  he 
offered  people  not  what  they  wanted,  but  what 
he  knew  they  needed. 

Professor  Heller's  work  is  that  of  an  en- 
thusiast, and  of  an  enthusiast  who  measures 
all  popular  intelligence  by  its  adhesion  to  his 
own  ideal.  The  finality  of  that  ideal  he  never 
questions,  and  therefore  we  have  a  certain 
note  of  intolerance  that  is  sometimes  a  little 
irritating. 

Henrik  Ibsen.  Ey  Otto  Heller.  Boston: 
Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $2  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
The  Edinburgh  Review  appears  for  the  first 
time    in    its   history    with    signed    articles.      It 
clung    to    anonymity    longer    than    any    of   the 
other  great  reviews. 

Andrew  Cunningham  McLaughlin,  head  of 
the  department  of  history  in  the  University 
of  Chicago,  has  recently  completed  a  series 
of  essays  on  topics  of  particular  interest  at 
the  present  time,  and  the  University  of  Chi- 
cago Press  will  publish  them  this  month  un- 
der the  title  of  "The  Courts,  The  Constitu- 
tion, and  Parties."  The  essays  are  intended 
for  the  general  public  and  not  for  specialists, 
although  even  students  of  American  history 
will  find  them  full  of  information. 

In  his  new  book,  "The  Flowing  Road," 
Caspar  Whitney  gives  his  experiences  on  five 
overland  and  river  expeditions  into  the  heart 
of  South  America.  These  were  largely  by 
canoe  on  streams  more  or  less  connecting  the 
Amazon,  Rio  Negro,  Orinoco,  Apure,  Portu- 
gesa,  etc.  Mr.  Whitney  vividly  describes  the 
wildness  of  the  country,  and  the  narrative  is 
interspersed  with  accounts  of  many  startling 
adventures.  The  book  will  be  issued  by  the 
J.  B.  Lippincott  Company  early  in  September. 

The  account  by  George  Shiras,  3d,  of  his 
trip  to  Alaska  last  summer,  mainly  "to  stalk, 
study,  and  photograph"  the  giant  moose,  will 
be  a  revelation  to  most  readers  of  the  Na~ 
t  tonal  Geographic  Magazine  for  May.  Few 
will  have  realized  that  any  part  of  the  Arctic 
territory  could  have  been  so  rich  in  big  game, 
sheep,  and  birds  as  the  Kenai  Peninsula. 
The  fifty-nine  reproductions  of  photographs 
give  a  vivid  impression  not  only  of  the  ani- 
mal and  bird  life,  but  also  of  the  beautiful 
scenery.  The  salmon,  America's  most  valu- 
able fish,  is  described,  with  numerous  illustra- 
tions, by  H.  M.  Smith.     He  dwells  particularly 


upon  the  five  distinct  species  on  the  Pacific 
Coast,  and  directs  attention  to  the  statement 
that  "every  individual  of  every  species  dies 
shortly  after  spawning."  The  illustrated  de- 
scription of  the  California  seed-farms  by  A. 
J.  Wells  will  be  another  revelation.  Not 
many  will  have  known  that  "seed-growing  has 
become  an  established  branch  of  California 
horticulture  .  .  .  and  seeds  now  go  in  car 
lots  even  to  France  and  to  Holland."  There 
is  a  field  of  lettuce  two  miles  long,  and  there 
are  tracts  of  sweet  peas  from  100  to  500 
acres   in  extent. 

The  Century  Company's  announcements  in- 
clude Dr.  Maurice  Francis  Egan's  "Every- 
body's St.  Francis,"  which  has  been  running 
as  a  serial  in  the  Century  Magazine,  with 
twenty  illustrations  by  the  French  artist, 
Boutet  de  Monvet. 

The  Chamber  of  Commerce  of  the  United 
States,  of  which  Harry  A.  Wheeler  of  Chi- 
cago is  president,  will  begin  publishing  the 
Nation's  Business  on  September  2.  This  pe- 
riodical will  be  distributed  from  Washington 
to  the  editorial  writers  of  the  nation  and  to 
the  constituent  members  of  the  National 
Chamber  of  Commerce.  It  is  intended  to 
furnish  a  survey  of  the  constructive  progress 
of  the  nation  along  lines  of  agriculture, 
mining,  manufacture,  transportation,  distribu- 
tion,  and   finance. 

E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.  are  just  publishing  a 
new  novel,  by  Maarten  Maartens,  "Eve:  The 
Story  of  a  Paradise  Regained." 

A  biographical  sketch  of  Maurice  Hewlett, 
with  an  appreciation  of  his  work,  has  been 
issued  by  Charles  Scribner's  Sons.  As  Mr. 
Hewlett  has  repeatedly  refused  to  give  jour- 
nalists any  details  of  his  private  history  for 
"literary  columns."  this  pamphlet  will  be  of 
special  interest  to  his  many  readers. 

Professor  Thomas  R.  Lounsbury  has 
changed  the  title  of  his  anthology,  which  the 
Yale  University  Press  will  publish  in  the  fall, 
from  "The  Yale  Collection  of  American 
Verse"  to  "The  Yale  Book  of  American 
Verse."  The  value  of  this  anthology  will  be 
a  personal  one.  It  will  not  aim  to  include  all 
the  names  in  the  history  of  American  poetry, 
but  to  be  representative  of  verse  which  made 
a  special  appeal  to  Professor  Lounsbury's  own 
critical  taste.  The  editor  has  written  a  sixty- 
page  preface  which  he  entitles  "A  Word 
about  Anthologies." 

In  "Boston  New  and  Old,"  which  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company  will  issue  in  the  fall,  T.  Rus- 
sell Sullivan  will  give  a  series  of  pen  pic- 
tures of  the  evolution  of  Boston  life  and 
character  in  recent  years.  The  illustrations 
will  be  supplied  by  Lester  G.  Hornby. 

Ezra  Pound,  whose  translation  into  Eng- 
lish verse  of  "The  Sonnets  and  Ballate"  of 
Guido  Cavalcanti — "Alter  Oculus  Florential" 
— has  just  been  issued  by  Small,  Maynard  & 
Co.,  was  born  in  Idaho,  in  1885,  and  was 
educated  at  Hamilton  College  and  at  the  Uni- 
versity of  Pennsylvania.  He  has  spent  most 
of  his  time  during  the  past  few  years  in 
Spain,  Italy,  and  England.  "Persons"  and 
"Exultations"  were  cordially  received  year 
before  last  in  England.  Besides  his  poems 
he  has  written  a  series  of  studies  of  the 
mediaeval  poetry  of  Latin  Europe,  entitled 
"The  Spirit  of  Romance." 

Henry  Holt  &  Co.  expect  to  publish  early 
in  October  Dorothy  Canfield  Fisher's  "The 
Montessori  Method."  Mrs.  Fisher  spent  last 
winter  in  Rome,  in  association  with  Dr. 
Montessori  and  was  called  on  to  help  in  the 
translation  of  "The  Montessori  Method." 
The  new  book  will  give  an  account  of  the 
Montessori  apparatus,  the  method  of  its  ap- 
plication, possible  American  substitutes  or  ad- 
ditions to  it,  and  the  pedagogic  principles, 
familiarly  stated,   underlying  its  use. 

A  new  series  of  selections  from  the  letters 
and  diaries  of  Queen  Victoria,  with  an  intro- 
duction by  Lord  Esher,  has  been  sanctioned 
by  King  George.  The  publication  will  take 
the  form  of  two  illustrated  volumes,  entitled 
"The  Girlhood  of  Queen  Victoria,"  and  will 
give  glimpses  of  the  royal  author  from  her 
thirteenth  year  to  the  time  of  her  marriage 
in  1840.  John  Murray,  the  publisher  of  the 
first   series,   will   publish   also   the  second. 

Andrew  Carnegie  has  endowed  the  Mark 
Twain  Memorial  Library  in  Redding,  Con- 
necticut, with  a  fund  sufficient  for  its  sup- 
port. The  library  was  built  by  the  humorist, 
presented  with  several  thousand  volumes 
from  his  own  library  and  after  his  death  re- 
ceived from  one  of  his  daughters  many  thou- 
sand additional  volumes,  including  all  Twain's 
own  works. 

From  editorial  notes  in  the  International 
monthly  for  August  the  following  sentences 
are   clipped: 

The  steam-roller  that  mangled  Theodore  Roose- 
velt's aspirations  in  Chicago  was  an  engine  built 
up  by  himself.  A  second  Frankenstein,  it  be- 
haved in  the  characteristic  fashion  of  all  such  crea- 
tions by  devouring  its  maker. 

Let  us  pass  the  editor's  vision  of  a 
steam-roller  devouring  its  victims — that  is 
merely  amusing.  But  he  should  not  be  per- 
mitted to  confuse  the  minds  of  people  who 
are  too  busy  to  read  books.  Frankenstein 
was  not  a  monster,  he  was  an  inventor  and 
producer — like  the  editor  of  the  International. 


The  monster  was  produced  by  Frankenstein, 
just  as  the  magazine  man  has  produced  the 
steam-roller   with   a   maw. 


Making  the  "Popular"  Song. 

Here's  the  way  many  popular  songs  are 
written  (declares  Thomas  E.  Parker,  in  Town 
and  Farm).  Two  fellows,  one  a  piano  player 
and  the  other  a  lyric  writer,  get  together  at 
a  piano.  The  piano  player  runs  his  fingers 
over  the  keys,  strikes  a  chord,  leans  back  and 
looks  up  at  the  ceiling.  With  rag-time  ec- 
stasy in  his  eyes,  he  murmurs:  "Listen  to 
that,  bo.     Some  bear,  huh !" 

"You  baby !"  ejaculates  the  lyric  writer. 
"It's   a   bear   cat   rag." 

"What's  the  matter  with  that  for  a  title?" 
suggests  the  piano  player. 

"Go  to  it,"  says  his  partner. 

"Bang !  Bang !"  goes  the  piano,  and  the 
piano  player  leans  over  the  keys,  humming 
softly  to  the  tune  he  grinds  out. 

"It's  a  bear,  it's  a  bear,  it's  a  bear."  Bang! 
Bang  !  "It's  a  bear  cat  rag.  you  ba-by,  it's  a 
bear  cat  rag." 

"Great  kid,  kill  it,"  shouts  the  lyric  writer 
above  the  din,  and  the  piano  player  plays  it 
three  ways  across  the  board,  and  winds  up 
with  a  hot  finish  that  sends  the  lyric  writer 
into  a  state  of  coma  until  he  emerges  with 
words  that  fit  the  fine  frenzy  of  the  musician's 
efforts. 

That's  all  except  the  publishing  and  the 
reaping  of  royalties.  Sometimes  these  royal- 
ties run  into  thousands,  when  the  song  is  a 
good  one  and  the  plugging  is  easy.  Again  the 
effusion  is  a  fiat  failure,  but  the  publisher 
suffers  when  this  occurs,  and  the  lyric  writer 
and  piano  player  can  almost  always  repeat. 

Probably  the  most  famous  of  the  popular 
song  writers  is  Irving  Berlin,  who  has  made 
over  $100,000  in  the  last  three  years  from  his 
work.  He  writes  both  words  and  music  for 
his  songs,  and  is  guilty  of  "Alexander's  Rag 
Time  Band,"  "Everybody's  Doin'  It,"  "Sweet 
Italian  Love,"  and  "That  Mesmerizing  Men- 
delssohn Tune." 

Think  of  the  blind  Milton  who  labored  for 
seven  years  on  "Paradise  Lost"  and  sold  it 
for  £15  ;  of  Poe,  half  insane,  hungry,  hawk- 
ing "The  Raven"  about  the  streets  and  finally 
parting  with  it  for  $10.  Think  of  Bliss  Car- 
man, Richard  Le  GalHenne,  or  Edwin  Mark- 
ham  laboring  for  days  and  weeks  over  a  gem 
which  is  to  be  sold  practically  for  nothing. 
The  syncopated  king  labors  for  ten  minutes 
and  reaps  royalties  from  a  half-million  to  two 
million  copies.  Shades  of  Homer,  what  have 
we  come  to  ! 


Treasure  Trove. 
My   dictionary  is  a  safe; 

Within  it  locked   up   tight 
Are   tuneful   lyrics,    sonnets   quaint. 

And   verses,   grave  and   light. 
There,    too,   iambics  lurk  unseen, 

And  jokelets  hide  away; 
And    yearning    for    an    author,    waits 

The  novel  of  the  day. 
These   treasures    are    for  you   and   me, 

Or  any  one  in  sooth, 
Who    knows   the    combinations,    for 

They   legion   are,    in   truth. 
Bill   Shakespeare  learned  the  trick  when  young. 

And   learned   it   well,    I   wot. 
And  many  a  gem  he  drew  from  thence; 

So    Dickens,    Holmes,    and    Scott. 
Hope  springs  eternal   in  the  heart, 

And    therefore,   day  by  day, 
I  juggle  with   the  words,   intent 

Myself  to   find  the  way. 
Should    perseverance   reap    reward, 

Or  chance,   yield   up   the  key, 
I,  too,   may  spoil  the  treasure   and 

Enrich   posterity. 
—Pauline      Frances      Camp,      in      Book      News 
Monthly. 


Rostand's  "Don  Juan"  is  nearly  completed, 
and  is  said  to  be  very  fine.  Paris  is  looking 
forward  with  keen  interest  to  the  impersona- 
tion of  the  Spanish  grandee  and  libertine  so 
astonishingly  painted  by  Byron.  It  is  a  crea- 
tion reserved  for  that  accomplished  actor, 
M.  le  Bargy.  It  is  declared  by  some  that 
"Chantecler's"  great  success  in  America  has 
indisposed  its  talented  author  to  take  up  his 
pen  again.  It  will  be  produced  in  due  course 
at  the  Porte  St.  Martin,  which  will  become 
the  most  important  theatre  in  Paris  this  year, 
by  reason  of  the  brilliance  of  the  company  en- 
gaged— a  star  cast  to  play  pieces  by  Bataille, 
Paul  Bourget,  and  Pierre  Wolf. 


Foster  and  MacDowell  F 
A  point  which  those  who 
music  too  often  forget  is  bro  z 
Russian  composer  Rachm; 
agree  that  there  is  a  national 
this  does  not  necessarily  depend  on  the  primi- 
tive creations  of  the  masses,  but  rather  upon 
the  cultured  mind  of  the  individual."  Apply- 
ing this  elucidation  to  America,  one  might  say 
that  the  songs  of  Stephen  Foster,  which  are 
true  folk  songs  i  he  was  not  a  professional 
or  trained  musician)  are  national,  but  no 
more  than  are  the  art  songs  of  MacDowelL 
which  embody  the  American  spirit  as  mani- 
fested by  a  mind  of  the  highest  musical 
culture  (declares  Henry  T.  Finck  in  the  New 
York  Evening  Post).  To  understand  this, 
play  his  "Woodland  Sketches"  or  sing  his 
"Eight  Songs,"  in  which  genuinely  popular 
melody  is  supported  in  their  progressions  and 
modulations — modulations  which,  like  those 
of  Schubert  and  Grieg,  have  much  more  of 
a  future  than  the  excogitated  darings  and 
deviltries  of  Debussy  and  Strauss.  Foster 
could  no  more  have  written  harmonies  like 
MacDowell's  than  like  Debussy's:  but  he 
wrote  melodies — national  tunes — as  beautiful 
as  MacDowell's  and  infinitely  more  original 
and  soulful  than  Debussy's  melodies. 

-ۥ*- 

At  Smolensk  the  annual  marriage  lottery 
recently  took  place  and  was  remarkably  finan- 
cially successful.  The  young  girl  who  was  to 
be  the  prize  was  chosen  by  the  municipal 
council  ten  days  before  the  lots  were  drawn, 
and  the  ticket-holders  at  once  visited  her 
house  to  make  her  acquaintance.  Five  thou- 
sand one-rouble  tickets  were  sold,  and  the 
money  which  would  have  been  equally  divided 
between  the  prize  and  its  winner  had  she  re- 
fused him,  as  she  had  the  right  to  do.  was.  as 
is  customary,  presented  to  the  young  couple 
as  a  wedding  gift. 

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Christine  Neilson,  who  was  prominent  in 
the  Gilbert-Sullivan  revivals  in  New  York, 
now  has  the  principal  soprano  role  in  "Hanky 
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is  a  medley  of  vaudeville  and  chorus  work, 
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iENCE"  AND  "THE  PIRATES." 


.:  renewing  of  the  old  recollections  need 
not  m  the  slightest  degree  cause  the  infer- 
ence that  "Patience"  is  archaic  and  meaning- 
less to  the  present  generation.  The  enjoy- 
ment of  the  players,  the  vivid  and  instantane- 
ous response  of  youth  in  the  audience,  shows 
very  plainly  that  the  burlesque  has  not  be- 
come antiquated,  although  the  aesthetic  cult 
is  dead. 

In  fact,  we  of  the  old  guard  may  judge 
from  our  own  appreciation,  since  many  of  us 
have  necessarily  kept  pace,  adjusting  our- 
selves to  our  own  times,  so  that  we  are 
purely  modern  in  our  tastes.  Thus,  in  our 
pleasure  over  this  revival,  we  are  as  one  with 
the  later  generation  bubbling  over  with 
pleasure   and   delight   a'l   through   the   theatre. 

In  the  speech  which  De  Wolf  Hopper  is 
called  on  to  make  nightly,  and  quite  as  a 
matter  of  course,  he  refers  to  the  difficulties 
in  the  study  of  the  Gilbertian  lines. 

Figure     to     yourself,    for    instance,    Arthur 
Cunningham    taming   his   big,    imposing   voice 
down,  and  doing  it  skillfully,  to  a  light,  trip- 
ping enunciation   of  these  lines: 
The    dash     of    a    D'Orsay     divested     of    quackery, 
Narrative  powers  of  Dickens  and  Thackeray. 
Victor    Emmanuel,    peak-haunting   Peveril, 
Thomas  Aquinas,   and   Doctor   Sacheverel,    . 
Tupper  and  Tennyson,   Daniel  Defoe, 
Anthony   Troll  ope,   and   Mr.    Guizot! 

Take    of   these    elements    all    that    is    fusible, 
Melt  them   all   clown   in   a  pipkin   or    crucible, 
Set   them  to  simmer  and  take  off  the  scum, 
And  a   Heavy   Dragoon   is  the   residuum! 

The  reciting  of  these  lines  is  certainly  no 
joke  behind  the  scenes,  however  keenly  it  is 
enjoyed   in   front. 

For  there  is  no  doubt  of  it  that  although 
"Pinafore"'  is  unquestionably  the  pet  and  dar- 
ling of  the  four  operettas,  "Patience"  was  in- 
tensely enjoyed  by  the  audience.  Each  of  the 
four  gives  a  different  kind  of  pleasure,  and 
smartly  as  "Patience"  raps  the  extreme  aes- 
thetic fad  over  the  knuckles,  Gilbert's  keen 
appreciation  of  beauty  ministers,  in  almost 
every  scene  of  the  opera,  to  our  genuine 
sense  of  resthetics. 

The  chorus,  certainly,  looked  entrancing. 
With  their  sinuous  draperies,  their  archaic 
instruments,  lutes,  cymbals,  and  double-pipes, 
with  their  hair  classically  filletted  or  falling 
wreathed  and  unbound,  with  their  garlanded 
draperies  floating  in  the  graceful  leaps  of  a 
classic  dance,  with  their  yearning,  large-eyed, 
soulful  poses,  their  kneelings  and  reclinings, 
with  their  lovely  shoulders  banded  with  aes- 
thetic strings  of  stage  jewels,  or  hung  with 
votive  blossoms,  they  were,  indeed,  a  collec- 
tion of  white-armed  houris.  And  have  we 
ever  seen  anything  in  the  line  of  chorus-girl 
groupings  more  pleasing  to  the  sense  of 
beauty,  more  ravishing  to  the  eye,  than  those 
four  woodland  Bacchantes,  those  Corot 
nymphs  offering  up  their  spring  beauties  in  a 
votive  dance  to  the  poet? 

In  fact,  just  as  "Pinafore"  gives  the  chorus 
man  his  opportunity  of  harvesting  a  big  crop 
of  appreciation,  so  "Patience"  gives  the  cho- 
rus girl  hers.  She  is  much  in  view,  but  never 
too  much.  The  pretty  troupe  of  "love-sick 
maidens"  sang  the  familiar  old  strains  sweetly 
and  satisfyingly.  Their  opening  chorus,  with 
its  yearn ful  refrain,  "Ah,  miserie !"  recurs 
often  enough  to  become  aesthetically  sug- 
gestive of  a  flock  of  composite  beauty  rolling 
in  like  summer  clouds  or  a  spring  mood,  and 
brightening  and  beautifying  the  theatrical 
landscape   as  with   garlands   of  living  flowers. 

Among  their  leaders  we  recognized  Viola 
Gillette,  the  bumboat  woman  of  "Pinafore" ; 
really  plump  and  pleasing  this  time,  and, 
taken  from  head  to  heels,  imposingly  and  aes- 
thetically  lovely,  although,  from  her  un- 
classical  line  of  feature,  much  prettier  in  the 
face  as  Buttercup  than  as  the  Lady  Angela. 
There  was  also  Alice  Brady,  as  Saphix.  most 
soulful-eyed  of  the  lovesick  maidens  and 
pretty  as  a  Burne-Jones  beauty  in  her  white 
and  silver.  Louise  Barthel  figured  effectively 
as  soprano  in  the  choruses. 

And  Kate  Condon  was  a  Lady  Jane  that 
almost  outranked  her  Katisha.  In  how  truly 
burlesque  a  spirit  she  uttered  her  lines,  in 
which  every  syllable  carried  its  humorous 
meaning  !  With  what  rich,  full-toned  unction 
she  abandoned  herself  to  the  swelling  tide  of 
Lady  Jane's  enamored  eloquence.  And  yet, 
when  she  sings,  Miss  Condon  delights  her 
audience  by  giving  the  music  as  music,  and 
not  as  a  melody-enshrined  joke. 

Which  is  what  De  Wolf  Hopper  does  not 
do,  the  long  comedian  being  so  consistently 
a  delver  for  the  humor  inherent  in  each  syl- 
lable that  he  has  in  full  swing  the  modern 
comedian's  trick  of  relapsing  into  half  speak- 
ing his  songs.  Mr.  Hopper  is  an  iconoclast 
by  nature.  You  can  see  it  by  the  steady  de- 
termination with  which  he  attacks  the  gravity 
of  his  associates,  and  the  inevitability  with 
which  they  succumb  when  he  has  decreed  lhat 
they  should)  And  he  even  introduced  some 
jingles  of  home  manufacture  at  the  approach- 
ing finale  of  the  "every-day  young  man"  duet, 
sung  by  himself  and  George   MacFarlane. 

These  poachings  on  Gilbert's  preserves  give 
pain  to  a  few  ardent  devotes,  but  only  to  a 
few.  To  the  majority  of  his  audience  Mr. 
Hopper  is  an  enormous  favorite,  a  monarch 
in  the  realm  of  fun.  The  king  can  do  no 
wrong  as  long  as  his  jokes  carry  ;  and  they 
always  do.     But  in  good  truth  Mr.  Hopper's 


Bunthorne  only  relapsed  a  few  times  into 
frivolous  modernity.  Taken  in  its  entirety, 
the  role  was  splendidly  played,  and  in  ex- 
actly the  right  spirit.  I,  myself,  apologetically 
conscious  that  I  have  seen  Mr.  Hopper  com- 
paratively only  a  few  times,  never  saw  any- 
thing better  than  his  assumption  of  Bun- 
thorne, the  "aesthetic  sham."  It  was  the  sort 
of  characterization  which  delighted  by  the 
perfection  of  the  burlesque,  and  by  the  Gil- 
bertian brand  of  the  humor.  I  have  forgot- 
ten who  was  the  only  Bunthorne  I  ever  saw, 
but  De  Wolf  Hopper's  Bunthorne  is,  in  its 
way,  a  classic  that  will  linger  in  the  memory. 
It  was  so  full  of  detail  that  one  did  not  dare 
to  whisper  a  comment,  or  look  away  for  a 
moment,  for  fear  of  forfeiting  the  smile  of 
keen   appreciation    or   acute   enjoyment. 

George  MacFarlane  was  Grosvenor,  and 
was  really  miscast,  for  his  Grosvenor  did  not 
appear  in  the  traditional  black  velvet,  and 
with  the  rosy  blondness  of  a  little  Lord  Faunt- 
leroy  grown  to  be  an  all-conquering  youth. 
But  with  the  unerring  instinct  of  a  born 
actor,  Mr.  MacFarlane  made  a  triumph  of  his 
unfitness  (due  to  an  aggressively  masculine 
chin  and  a  strongly  aquiline  profile)  for  the 
aesthetic  side  of  the  role.  Mr.  MacFarlane 
caricatured  a  burlesque.  He  costumed  Gros- 
venor in  a  bright,  normal  red  (Bunthorne 
was  in  a  heavenly,  fade  green)  ;  gave  him 
carrotty  locks,  a  crimson  complexion,  and  un- 
graceful poses.  I  prefer  the  role  played  as 
Gilbert  intended.  I  should  have  liked  to  see 
two  pretty  young  things  cooing  their  love 
songs  to  each  other — for  Blanche  Duffield  was 
a  delicious  Patience — but  the  cleverness  with 
which  the  departure  from  tradition  was  car- 
ried out  silences  criticism. 

Blanche  Duffield  grows  on  one,  both  mu- 
sically and  histrionically.  Her  experience  in 
the  regular  line  of  acting  shows  in  the  cor- 
rectness of  the  instinct  which  guides  her  and 
in  the  absence  of  the  over-emphasis,  or  the 
strongly  personal  appeal  of  the  usual  musical- 
comedy  star.  She  never  seems  to  be  throw- 
ing Blanche  Duffield  and  all  her  charms  at 
the  audience,  but  simply  and  sweetly  carrying 
on  her  role  with  just  that  delicate  infusion 
of  burlesqued  sentiment  which  makes  her 
characterization  a  perfect  unit  of  a  perfect 
whole. 

****** 

The  last  triumph  was  "The  Pirates  of  Pei. 
zance,"  in  which  the  entire  company,  saving 
and  excepting  De  Wolf  Hopper,  had  its  op- 
portunity to  make  good.  As  the  burly  con- 
stable, Mr.  Hopper  only  appears  in  the  second 
act,  wrapped  in  the  profound  gloom  of  the 
policeman  who  discovers  that  hunting  pirates 
is  not  a  happy  lot.  Practically,  he  has  only 
one  scene,  or,  say,  one  and  a  half.  But  a 
continual  hail  of  encores  testified  to  the  rich 
appreciation  of  the  audience  over  the  fixed 
consistency  with  which  the  comedian  clung  to 
his  conception.  A  cockney  accent,  and  a 
State  of  gloomy  resentment  against  the 
smallest  policeman  in  the  corps  variegated 
things,  and  more  doggerel  was  furnished  in 
the  constable's  famous  song,  to  appease  an 
insatiate    audience. 

No  company  we  have  previously  seen  has 
ever  indicated  with  equal  intelligence  and 
delicately  executed  burlesque  what  a  delight- 
ful travesty  of  the  solemn  imbecilities  of  old- 
style  grand  opera  "The  Pirates"  is.  The 
character  of  the  music  shows  with  what  sym- 
pathetic zest  Sir  Arthur  Sullivan  carried  out 
the  idea  of  his  coadjutor.  As  Mabel,  in 
"Poor  Wandering  One,"  Blanche  Duffield  had 
to  grapple  with  her  most  brilliant  aria  in  the 
repertory  of  the  month.  Although  her  voice 
was  like  crystal  she  seemed  to  lack  certainty 
in  the  beginning  of  this  most  florid  of  the 
Gilbert-Sullivan  arias,  but  as  she  proceeded 
she  gathered  courage,  and,  in  the  end,  exe- 
cuted a  firm  and  brilliant  finale. 

Arthur  Aldridge,  who  had  only  one  number 
in  "Patience"  to  show  his  quality,  had  many 
in  "The  Pirates" ;  he  was  in  good  voice,  and 
that  occasional  uncertainty  of  pitch,  which 
seems  unaccountable  in  an  otherwise  delight- 
fully melodious  and  reliable  singer,  was  not 
once  evident. 

George  MacFarlane's  impersonation  of  the 
major-general  was  a  double  triumph.  That 
alertness  of  look  and  bearing  was  fused  into 
the  perfect  representation  of  a  brisk  old  mus- 
tache, whose  tongue  moved  with  tempera- 
mental velocity  and  varied  expression  through 
the  polysyllabic  complexities  of  "I  am  the 
very  model  of  a  modern  major-general."  But 
the  role  was  further  strengthened  by  the  de- 
lightful quality  of  Mr.  MacFarlane's  vocaliza- 
tion. Yes,  comedian  though  he  is,  we  can 
call  it  that.  His  big,  glittering  voice  can 
soften  itself  down  to  the  sweetest  and  most 
expressive  piano  notes,  as  when  he  sang  "I 
am  an  orphan  boy." 

Messrs.  Cowles  and  Cunningham  had  their 
chance  in  "The  Pirates."  Eugene  Cowles  in 
particular  having  a  fine  opportunity  in  the 
role  of  the  pirate  king,  in  which  he  was  an 
imposing  and  splendidly  costumed  physical 
presence,  and  which  he  sang  brilliantly. 

Miss  Condon  was  Ruth,  the  middle-aged 
nurse-maid.  As  usual,  the  very  first  notes  of 
her  voice,  in  the  "apprenticed  to  a  pirate" 
song,  inspired  us  with  that  sense  of  absolute 
satisfaction,  of  reposeful  pleasure  in  hearing 
an  artist  who  is  one  both  by  training  and  in- 
stinct. 

In  appearance,  too,  as  in  "Patience,"  she 
had    herself   costumed    and    made    up    exactly 


right,  appearing  as  a  middle-aged  imitation  of 
a  coquettish  gipsy  maid,  and  her  style  of 
acting  was,  as  always,  thoroughly  interpreta- 
tive of  the  burlesque  humor  of  the  Gilbert- 
Sullivan    roles. 

Musically,  "The  Pirates  of  Penzance"  ex- 
ceeds "Patience"  in  the  melody  and  variety 
of  its  music,  and  in  this  province  the  reliable 
chorus,  male  and  female,  was  at  its  best.  The 
three  secondary  principals,  Alice  Brady,  Viola 
Gillette,  and  Louise  Barthel,  have  small  roles 
to  themselves,  and  their  voices  appreciably 
augmented  the  ever  sweet  strains  of  the  cho- 
ruses. "Hail  Poetry,"  which  was  sung  by 
almost  the  full  strength  of  the  company,  was 
a  notably  fine  choral  number;  and,  as  a  con- 
trast, the  quick  staccato  refrain,  "A  modern 
major-general,"  sung  by  the  entire  chorus, 
was  convincingly  eloquent  testimony  to  the 
well-trained  efficiency  of  this  delightful  body 
of  singers. 

At  this  writing  the  season  is  all  but  over, 
and  the  members  of  the  all-star  cast  poised 
for  flight,  with  the  pleasant  realization  that 
they  have  triumphantly  rivaled  and  all  but 
displaced  past  singers,  memories  of  whom  we 
have  cherished  through  the  years ;  and  they 
leave  behind  such  pleasant  impressions  that 
an  enthusiastic  welcome  and  good  business 
a  year  hence  are  an  absolute  certainty. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 
<•* 

"The  Ideal  Wife,"  an  English  version  by 
Mrs.  T.  C.  Crawford  of  Marco  Prago's  "La 
Moglie  Ideale,"  was  recently  produced  at  the 
Vaudeville  Theatre,  London,  with  moderate 
success.  The  critic  of  the  Telegraph  says : 
"This  introduces  you  to  a  woman  who  can 
make  her  husband  sweetly  happy  in  perfect 
innocent  faith  while  she  diverts  herself  at 
length  with  a  lover.  This,  of  course,  is  'the 
ideal  wife.'  Perhaps  you  begin  to  suspect 
some  ingenious  satire  on  the  conventions  of 
the  stage.  But  you  must  not  be  so  subtle. 
There  is  nothing  disconcerting  in  this  ver- 
sion of  our  old  admired  triangle.  It  shows 
some  sense  of  character,  though  rather  the 
character  of  types  than  individuals,  rather  the 
character  of  a  literary  warehouse  than  of  life. 
It  makes  some  pretensions  to  psychology, 
but  we  were  not  able  to  take  these  to  heart. 
It  has  at  times  a  good  deal  of. wit,  both  in 
situation  and  dialogue.  Whether  the  original 
has  more  style  than  the  translation,  which 
does  not  attempt  more  than  a  simple  col- 
loquial manner,  we  can  not  tell.  On  the 
whole,  then,  'The  Ideal  Wife'  ranks  as  a  tol- 
erable example  of  a  conventional  play,  not 
worth  much  praise  or  much  blame,  but  at 
times  amusing." 


Anthony  E.  Wilts,  the  playwright,  died 
July  25  at  Stroudsburg,  Pennsylvania.  At  the 
age  of  nineteen  years  Wills's  first  novel, 
"Monsieur  Paul  de  Fere,"  was  published,  and 
thereafter  he  contributed  regularly  to  vari- 
ous magazines.  Five  years  ago  he  wrote  his 
first  play.  He  was  the  author  of  "The  Lost 
Trail,"  "The  Squawman,"  "Oak  Farm,"  "A 
Regiment  for  Two,"  "College  Chums,"  "The 
Stranger,"  "Too  Many  Husbands,"  and  "The 
Struggle." 

■*♦*■ 

The  sapphires  of  Ceylon  are  among  the 
most  beautiful  gems  in  the  world.  They 
range  from  soft,  velvety  blue  to  peacock 
blue,  graduating  to  almost  faultless  white. 
Sapphires  are  also  found  in  greens  and  yel- 
lows, the  former  shade  being  known  as  the 
Oriental  emerald,  and  the  latter  as  the  Ori- 
ental topaz.  There  is  also  a  red  sapphire,  or 
Ceylon  ruby,  which  is  as  valuable  as  the 
finest  Burmese  rubies. 


One  of  the  early  attractions  for  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre  is  the  melodramatic  farce 
called  "Officer  666"  which  is  to  be  sent  here 
by   Cohan   and   Harris. 


The  King  of  Problems 

The  most  perplexing  problem  with 
which  a  street-car  corporation  has  to  deal 
is  that  of  passenger  transportation  during 
the  rush  hours  of  the  day.  Every  city 
finds  itself  striving  to  solve  it.  Now  and 
then  somebody  advances  the  statement 
that  more  cars  on  lower  Market  Street 
would  give  the  answer,  but  a  careful  con- 
sideration of  the  facts  in  the  case  points 
out   the    fallacy    of   this   theory. 

Under  present  conditions  the  point  has 
been  reached  at  which  it  would  be  a 
detriment  to  put  on  more  cars  on  that 
great  chief  artery  of  the  city.  The  loss 
in  speed  would  be  greater  than  the  gain 
in  seating  capacity.  This  matter  has  been 
closely  studied  by  the  United  Railroads, 
which  is  constantly  endeavoring  to  im- 
prove street  railway  transportation  condi- 
tions, and  if  the  situation  could  be  cleared 
up  by  adding  more  cars,  that  action  would 
have  been   taken  long  ago. 

But  aside  from  loss  of  speed  as  stated, 
more  cars  could  scarcely  be  operated  on 
lower  Market  Street  during  the  rush 
hours.  If  any  one  is  in  any  doubt  on  the 
subj  ect,  let  him  take  close  observations 
during  the  closing  hours  of  the  day,  when 
thousands  are  hurrying  home.  He  will 
observe  that  the  cars  follow  so  closely 
behind  one  another  towards  the  Ferry  that 
any  addition  worth  while  would  simply  act 
as  a  clog,  an  obstruction.  A  solid  string 
of  cars  from  Valencia  Street  to  the  Ferry 
would  not  aid  passengers.  Progress  would 
be  so  slow  to  the  lower  end  of  Market 
Street  that  hundreds  would  miss  their 
boats,  for  time  is  required  to  permit  pas- 
sengers to  get  on  and  off  cars,  and  many 
stops  must  be  made  along  the  way. 

It  is  probably  true  that  in  the  outlying 
districts  more  cars  could  be  operated,  but 
it  must  be  remembered  that  nearly  all  the 
cars  that  run  in  the  outlying  districts  also 
run  in  the  congested  districts,  and  to  add 
to  their  number  would,  as  will  be  plainly 
seen,  only  add  to  the  congestion  in  the 
downtown  section. 

If  the  travel  could  be  made  to  originate 
in  the  outlying  sections  and  be  distributed 
into  and  through  the  business  districts, 
the  problem  might  be  simplified.  It  would 
be  easier  to  transport  the  crowds  to  Mar- 
ket Street  than  to  take  them  away,  as  is 
evidenced  at  every  great  parade,  pageant 
or  street  carnival.  It  is  comparatively 
easy  to  bring  the  people  downtown.  It  is 
a  tremendous  problem  to  take  them  home 
again  and  do  it  on  time  when  the  fac- 
tories, stores,  and  office  buildings  pour 
forth  their  thousands  of  human  beings,  all 
intent  on  getting  home  and  determined  to 
do  it  at  the  same  time.  No  street  railway 
in  any  city  has  ever  yet  been  able  to  solve 
the  rush-hour  problem. 

Another  feature  not  taken  into  account 
by  the  traveling  public  is  the  ease  with 
which  the  car  schedule  may  be  completely 
demoralized.  It  is  interesting  to  know 
how  closely  the  United  Railroads'  cafs 
follow  the  schedule,  when  number  and 
duration  of  stops  are  taken  into  considera- 
tion. A  careless  teamster  on  Market 
Street  may  pile  up  a  line  of  cars  reaching 
from  Kearny  Street  to  the  Ferry.  At 
once  the  schedule  is  completely  upset,  pas- 
sengers by  the  score  are  delayed  and  may 
miss  boat  and  train  connections.  But  who 
is  blamed  by  the  passengers  ?  Probably 
nine-tenths  of  them  don't  know  the  real 
cause  of  the  trouble,  and  take  what  com- 
fort they  can  in  finding  fault  with  the 
transportation  service. 


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J.  K.  HACKETT  IN  "SAMSON." 


M.  Henri  Bernstein  named  his  play  "Sam- 
son-' from  the  act  of  revengeful  fury  in  which 
his  hero  brings  down  upon  himself  the  temple 
of  his  fortune.  Many  other  plays  have  been 
built  upon  one  or  more  episodes  such  as  are 
found  in  the  history  of  the  strongest  man. 
Indeed,  there  are  few  which  present  no  De- 
lilah, no  parallel  to  the  foxes  in  the  corn, 
no  discovery  of  sweetness  in  the  place  of  de- 
parted strength,  Only  a  week  ago  Mr. 
Hackett  depicted  another  strong  man  who 
gave  himself  into  the  hands  of  his  enemies 
because  of  infatuation  for  a  woman.  Samson 
seems  to  have  been  the  great  prototype  of  the 
most  modern  male  of  his  species. 

Perhaps  the  time  will  come  when  the 
strong  man  will  not  be  the  centre  of  interest 
in  stories  and  dramas,  as  he  is  in  real  life. 
Let  us  enjoy  the  present  condition  while  it 
lasts.  Mr.  Hackett's  Samson  is  a  worthy 
figure,  a  study  of  dramatic  art  and  power  so 
large  that  the  tricks  and  conventions  of  the 
playwright  are  obscured  by  its  shadow.  His 
name  in  the  play  is  Maurice  Brauchard,  and 
he  is  presented  as  a  millionaire  director  of 
copper  mines  who  has  come  up  to  wealth  and 
financial  influence  from  among  the  ranks  of 
laborers  on  the  docks.  Marks  of  his  early 
years  of  struggle  are  still  upon  him,  but  even 
more  strongly  marked  are  his  force  of  will, 
his  aggressiveness,  his  incomplete  mastery  of 
passion.  He  is  now  a  commanding  per- 
sonality among  the  aristocrats  of  Paris,  at 
least  to  those  whose  fortunes  are  at  the  ebb. 
And  he  is  generous  to  them  all,  willing  to 
be  the  friend  of  any  who  stretch  out  their 
hands  to  him.  He  is  easily  their  master  in 
the  game  he  has  learned  to  play,  but  their 
restraint,  their  polish,  their  insincerities, 
trivial  or  treacherous,  are  outside  his  con- 
cern. 

And  when  such  a  man  chooses  a  mate  he 
is  as  weak,  as  easily  blinded,  as  certain  to 
deceive  himself  as  the  boy  just  out  of  school. 
Brauchard  chooses  the  daughter  of  a  mar- 
quis, and  she  takes  him  as  in  duty  bound, 
though  she  sees  nothing  in  him  to  admire, 
nothing  to  stir  the  romantic  feminine  heart, 
in  fact  is  repelled  by  his  lack  of  grace  and 
polite  accomplishments.  But  all  this  is  just 
to  the  hand  of  the  playwright.  From 
Petruchio  to  Claude  Melnotte,  and  so  on  down 
the  line,  just  such  haughty  beauties  have  been 
humbled  and  won  by  the  men  who  wanted 
them.  The  manner  of  the  humbling  and  win- 
ning makes  the  play.  M.  Bernstein's  manner 
is  of  the  theatre.  And  that  is  right,  too,  for 
his  play  is  meant  for  the  theatre,  as  are  all 
plays    written   by    dramatists. 

Anne-Marie  has  been  the  wife  of  Brauchard 
some  time,  and  he  is  permitted  to  kiss  her 
hand  when  she  is  in  the  mood  and  that,  ap- 
parently, is  not  often.  And  in  proportion  as 
she  seems  still  unattainable,  the  poor  devil, 
all  deference  and  humility,  hungers  for  a 
little  show  of  affection.  But  the  affection  is 
reserved  for  one  in  her  own  social  class,  Je- 
rome le  Govain,  a  roue,  a  duelist,  a  gambler, 
who  has  really  gained  a  fortune  by  attaching 
himself  to  Brauchard  and  speculating  in  the 
stock  of  his  mines.  Handsome  Le  Govain, 
on  the  watch  for  the  favors  of  women  who 
are  impressed  by  his  appearance,  believes  he 
has  found  a  victim  in  Brauchard's  wife,  and 
lays  siege.  His  first  real  opportunity  comes 
when  Brauchard  announces  a  trip  to  London 
thai    will   keep  him   away  a   night   and   a   day. 

In  Paris,  the  suggestion  that  the  wife 
might  consent  to  a  secret  midnight  supper 
party  at  a  gay  restaurant  with  her  lover  while 
her  husband  is  out  of  town,  is  probably  ac- 
cepted as  an  irresistible  temptation  for  an 
innocent  lark.  The  difficulty  in  translating 
this  inclination  into  American  practice,  is  of 
course  almost  unsurmountab'e.  But  the  play- 
wright manages  it.  Yet  here  is  where  the 
low  social  order  of  Brauchard  is  inevitably 
exposed.  He  has  become  suspicious  and  jeal- 
ous, though  there  is  no  lago  to  his  Othello. 
Some  time  previously  he  has  befriended  a 
girl  who  watches  Le  Govain  in  her  own  in- 
terest. Brauchard  calls  the  girl  to  him  and 
asks  her  to  tell  what  she  knows  of  Le  Govain 
and  his  wife.  The  girl  asserts  ignorance,  but 
finally  advises  him  to  put  off  his  London  trip 
and  see  for  himself. 

All  this  is  in  the  first  act.  The  big  scenes 
are  put  in  the  second  and  third.  Urauchard 
comes  home  at  one  o'clock  in  the  morning, 
breaks  down  the  door  to  his  wife's  room  and 
finds  her  absent.  The  wife's  maid,  left  in 
terror,  summons  by  telephone  the  marquis 
and  marquise  to  apprise  them  of  the  impend- 
ing  storm.      Brauchard    returns    again,    and    a 


little  later  the  missing  wife  comes  in  to  com- 
plete the  family  circle.  The  parents  go  home 
and  the  married  pair  face  the  situation. 
Anne-Marie's  dress  is  torn,  her  hand  cut  and 
bleeding.  Brauchard  asks  an  explanation, 
and,  being  put  off,  demands  it  with  rage. 

M.  Bernstein  has  done  his  best  work  in 
this  clash  of  wills  between  the  cold,  aristo- 
cratic wife  and  the  passionate  husband  who 
is  choked  and  humiliated  by  a  scorn  he  can 
not  overcome.  But  the  skill  of  the  playwright 
is  aided  and  enforced  by  the  native  ability 
and  ripened  experience  of  the  actor.  Mr. 
Hackett's  sincerity  and  strength  are  seldom 
so  well  displayed  as  in  the  bursts  of  passion, 
and  the  steeled  determination  that  succeeds 
them.  It  should  be  the  woman's  scene,  but  it 
would  require  gifts  of  most  remarkable  qual- 
ity to  dominate  his  intense  realism,  though 
he  is  more  than  half-conquered  at  the  end. 

The  third  act  offers  another  struggle,  more 
physical  than  mental,  yet  is  subdued  to  the 
tinge  of  hate  and  revenge  that  Brauchard 
gives  to  the  simulated  ease  and  good-fellow- 
ship with  which  it  opens.  It  is  the  next  day, 
and  in  development  of  his  plan  for  vengeance 
on  the  man  who  has  assailed  the  honor  of 
his  home,  Brauchard  invites  Le  Govain  to 
luncheon  in  a  private  parlor  at  a  hotel.  He 
holds  him  there  until  the  panic  started  in  the 
stock  exchange  by  his  bear  raid  on  the  mining 
stocks  is  well  under  way,  then,  with  savage 
exultation  he  taunts  him  with  the  ruin  that 
is  at  hand  and  explains  his  part  in  it.  Le 
Govain  is  no  coward,  and  the  two  men 
grapple,  but  the  muscles  that  served  Brau- 
chard so  well  on  the  docks  are  still  equal  to 
their  task,  and  the  beaten  and  ruined  gambler 
is  thrown  through  the  door.  Mr.  Hackett's 
power  makes  this  melodramatic  scene  a  cul- 
minating point,  but  it  is  never  off  the  key  of 
sincerity.  An  element  which  heightens  its 
dramatic  appeal  is  the  fact,  unknown  to  Le 
Govain,  that  Brauchard  is  himself  engulfed 
in  the  pit  of  disaster  to  which  he  has  dragged 
his  enemy. 

There  are  very  few  perfect  fourth  acts, 
according  to  one  of  the  great  authorities  on 
play  writing.  M.  Bernstein  succeeds  pic- 
torially  and  sentimentally  in  his  concluding 
scene,  but  there  are  lapses  in  his  logic,  or 
invisible  bridges  that  carry  things  over  safely. 
It  is  the  evening  of  the  following  day  and  a 
mob  of  ruined  speculators  surround  the  house 
of  Brauchard.  Inside,  the  parents  of  Anne- 
Marie  insist  that  she  shall  come  away  with 
them  and  leave  the  husband  who  has  lost  all 
his  fortune  and  is  in  danger  of  criminal  prose- 
cution. But  the  wife  has  suddenly  discovered 
that  the  strong  man,  beaten  and  broken,  needs 
-her  aid  and  sympathy.  She  will  stay  with 
her  husband.  They  go,  in  petulant  distress, 
and  Brauchard  comes  in,  having  escaped  the 
assault  of  the  mob  at  the  cost  of  slight 
wounds  and  a  slashed  coat.  Then,  to  his  sur- 
prise, he  finds  in  the  ruins  of  the  temple  he 
has  thrown  down  in  revenge  there  is  awaiting 
a  new  and  greater  joy  than  he  had  ever 
dreamed  of.  Not  his  to  question,  but  to  ac- 
cept. 

As  Bernstein's  "Samson"  is  a  much  better 
play  than  the  Phi.lips-Shipman  "Grain  of 
Dust,"  Mr.  Hackett  is  able  to  make  Maurice 
Brauchard  a  much  more  impressive  charac- 
terization than  Frederick  Norman.  The 
American  lawyer  is,  after  all,  rather  a  pitiable 
figure  on  the  stage.  His  achievements  are 
talked  about,  they  are  never  really  in  evi- 
dence. The  French  copper  magnate,  self- 
made  and  self-reliant,  has  opportunity  to 
show  his  quality.  Mr.  Hackett  makes  him 
real,  in  figure,  in  tone,  in  movement.  It  is  a 
virile  presentment  of  a  sane  and  clever  con- 
ception. In  Mr.  Phillips's  story  his  hero  sac- 
rificed his  career  and  his  money  for  a  woman. 
M.  Bernstein  makes  Brauchard  throw  away 
all  his  millions  to  avenge  the  woman  whom 
he  worshipped.  The  one  action  is  a  story  of 
the  news  in  almost  every  issue  of  the  daily 
paper,  the  other  is  a  greater  surrender  to 
reckless  passion  but  quite  as  easy  to  under- 
stand or  justify. 

Beatrice  Beckley  is  unevenly  satisfactory  as 
Anne-Marie.  She  is  beautiful  and  cold,  and 
her  manifestations  of  nervous  force  are  ad- 
mirably managed.  Sometimes  her  voice  is  all 
that  can  be  desired,  then  it  takes  on  an  af- 
fected dignity  of  tone  that  is  intensified  to 
an  inaudible  whisper.  Probably  there  are 
such  voices  and  diction  to  be  found  in  so- 
ciety, but  they  are  not  suited  to  the  stage. 
In  this  particular  the  conventions  of  the  the- 
atre are  certainly  to  be  preferred  to  realism. 
Mr.  Charles  Lane  is  a  polished  and  plaus- 
ible Le  Govain.  Mrs.  Whiffen  is  a  splendidly 
sordid  marquise,  and  Vera  McCord  makes  the 
most  of  the  few  good  opportunities  in  the 
part  of  Elise.  Vaughn  Trevor,  as  the  irre- 
pressible son,  Max,  is  pleasingly  confident  and 
clear. 

There  are  few  funnier  moments  in  any 
comedy  than  that  in  which  Mr.  Holland  as 
the  Marquis  D'Andeline  attempts  to  talk  over 
the  telephone  in  an  emotional  crisis.  M. 
Bernstein  is  not  inclined  to  humor,  and  one 
can  see  in  the  building  up  of  this  comedy 
rule  the  ingenuity  and  skill  of  an  actor  who 
never  overlooks  the  details  of  his  work.  The 
happy  result  of  his  unobtrusive  fun-making, 
always  in  character,  is  more  than  sufficient 
to  excuse  the  theatrical  convention  which  al- 
lows a  translated  marquis,  but  still  in  Paris, 
to  speak  with  a  French-English  accent. 

There  are  thirteen  speaking  parts  in  "Sam- 


son," and  twelve  in  "The  Grain  of  Dust,"  yet 
five  members  of  Mr.  Hackett's  company  who 
were  seen  in  the  play  first  given  are  not  in 
the  cast  of  the  later  production.  This  is  a 
measure  of  the  strength  in  numbers  of  Mr. 
Hackett's  organization,  and  its  strength  in  ca- 
pability requires  no  assertion.  In  the  plays 
yet  to  be  seen  during  his  season  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre  it  is  safe  to  say  there  will  be 
no  sign  of  weakness  in  the  cast  or  neglect  in 
stage    settings   or   management. 

George  L.  Shoals. 

FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"Baby  Mine"  to  Come  Again  to  the  Cort. 
Margaret  Mayo's  comedy,  "Baby  Mine," 
that  dedicated  the  Cort  Theatre  and  which 
returns  there  Sunday  night  for  a  two  weeks' 
engagement,  depends  not  on  buffoonery,  but 
on  ludicrous  situations  for  the  humorous 
action  of  the  piece.  The  play,  unique  in  ori- 
gin and  mission,  fulfills  the  part  it  sets  out 
to  do  as  an  instrument  of  roaring  comedy. 
Miss  Mayo  confesses  that  she  got  the  idea 
for  "Baby  Mine"  from  a  newspaper  clipping 
that  stated  that  thousands  of  husbands  are 
fondling  babies  in  the  belief  that  they  are 
their  own,  but  she  has  fashioned  the  funniest 
play  of  recent  years.  From  the  moment  the 
young  hot-headed  husband  leaves  home  in  a 
towering  rage  and  when  later  a  comforting 
female  friend  of  the  wife  suggests  that  he  be 
lured  back  by  a  telegram  announcing  that  at 
last  he  is  the  father  of  a  baby  boy,  "Baby 
Mine"  knows  no  let-up  in  its  laughing  de- 
partment. 

"Baby  Mine''  proved  an  unmixed  delight 
when  it  was  here  last  September,  although 
Miss  Clark,  one  of  the  principal  members  of 
the  cast,  was  missing  on  account  of  illness. 
This  time  we  will  have  her  at  the  head  of 
the  company,  investing  the  part  of  the  fibbing 
wife  with  the  rare  charm  that  is  her  portion. 
Ernest  Glendinning,  the  original  "husband" 
of  the  piece,  who  was  here  before,  is  in  his 
old  part.  The  New  York  cast  will  be  seen 
in  addition  to  the  two  players  noted,  and  the 
production  continues  under  the  direction  of 
William  A.  Brady,  which  is  a  sufficient  guar- 
anty of  its  character. 


Hackett  in  a  New  Tarkington  Play. 

The  fifth  week  of  the  James  K.  Hackett 
season  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  will  open  on 
Monday  night,  August  1 9 ,  and  the  occasion 
will  be  made  notable  by  the  first  presentation 
on  any  stage  of  a  new  play  by  Booth  Tark- 
ington.  It  is  called  "A  Man  on  Horseback," 
and  the  author  of  "The  Man  from  Home"  is 
said  to  have  furnished  Hackett  with  one  of 
the  most  brilliant  examples  of  modern  stage 
literature  ever  brought  out  in  this  country. 
The  play  is  written  around  a  United  States 
senator  who  stands  for  honesty,  purity,  ■  and 
reform.  Having  broken  up  a  gang  of  grafting 
politicians  and  put  some  of  them  in  jail,  he 
incurs  their  enmity.  The  gang  do  every- 
thing in  their  power  to  interfere  with  the 
good  work  of  the  senator,  but  his  straight- 
forward purpose  prevails,  and  he,  with  ap- 
parent ease,  overrides  all  obstacles.  The 
scenes  of  the  drama  are  laid  at  old  Fortress 
Monroe.  There  is  a  strong  love  interest 
which  mingles  in  a  most  effective  manner 
with  the  dramatic  story  of  modern  politics 
and  crude  business  methods.  Mr.  Hackett 
will  appear  in  the  role  of  the  senator,  and 
will  have  about  him  in  the  cast  such  capable 
people  as  Frazer  Coulter,  Frank  Burbeck, 
Charles  Lane,  Fred  A.  Sullivan,  Vaughan 
Trevor,  Daniel  Jarrett,  Jr.,  Al  Watson,  Frank 
Wyman,  Vera  McCord,  Lily  Cahill,  Elaine 
Innescort,  Wilda  Marie  Moore,  Mabel  Inslee, 
Fred  A.  Sullivan,  and  others.  Matinees  will 
be   given   Wednesdays   and    Saturdays. 

Next  Week's  Orpheum  Bill. 

If  W.  C.  Fields,  who  heads  the  new  bill  at 
the  Orpheum,  would  eliminate  every  sem- 
blance of  jugglery  from  his  performance  he 
would  still  be  entitled  to  a  position  in  the 
van  of  comedians.  For  this  reason  the  ap- 
pellation "the  silent  humorist"  is  particu- 
larly  appropriate   to   him. 

Mrs.  Gene  Hughes  and  her  company  will 
appear  in  Edgar  Allen  Woolf's  play,  "Youth," 
the  theme  of  which  is  that  youth  is  the  great 
desideratum  and  that  people  should  prevent 
themselves  from  growing  old  in  manner  and 
appearance  by  preserving  a  lively  interest  in 
the  affairs  of  every-day  life.  How  Mrs.  Van 
Tassell's  mother  reforms  her  daughter  and 
granddaughter.  and  metamorphoses  them 
from  frowsy  sit-in-the-corner  dowds  into  real 
flesh-and-blood  creatures  who  take  a  delight 
in  living,  is  cleverly  and  amusingly  shown. 
Mrs.  Gene  Hughes  is  the  rollicking  grand- 
mother, and  is  supported  by  Addie  St.  Alva, 
Adele  C.  Potter,  Betty  Schwartz,  and  Bruce 
Elmore. 

The  Van  Brothers,  Joe  and  Ernie,  will  in- 
troduce their  skit,  "Can  Jimmy  Come  In?" 
which  is  a  combination  of  harmony  and  com- 
edy, next  week  only.  Both  men  arc  expert 
musicians  and  play  popular  selections  on  the 
zither,   saxaphone,    and    other   instruments. 

Venita  Gould,  a  clever  girl  who  mimics  with 
accuracy  the  most  prominent  stage  celebrities 
of  the  day,  will  appear  in  an  act  entitled 
"Twelve  Minutes  with  the  Stars."  Among 
those  she  imitates  are  Anna  Held,  Emma 
Trentini,    Mme.    Nazimova,    and    George    M. 


Cohan.      Miss    Gould    is   one    of    il 
personators   who,   before  presenti' 
tion,    gives    a   private   rehearsal 
original. 

The  Bradshaw  Brothers,  English  lumblcrs 
and  contortionists,  will  manifest  their  skill. 
They  are  now  making  their  first  tour  of  this 
country. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  William 
Burr  and  Daphne  Hope,  Charley  Case,  and 
W.  H.  St.  James  and  his  company. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

Cheerful  audiences  are  filling  the  Pantages 
Theatre  this  week,  the  stories  of  Frank  Bush, 
the  anecdotalist  and  impersonator,  being  the 
talk  of  the  town.  Other  acts  are  the  Interna- 
tional Cake  Walk;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William 
Morris  in  their  sketch,  "The  Lady  Down 
Stairs" ;  the  Tokio  Miyako  troupe  of  Jap- 
anese acrobats ;  John  P.  Rodgers,  the  popular 
basso  ;  the  Three  Madcaps,  English  acrobatic 
dancing  girls,  and  the  melodious  Clipper 
Quartet. 

A  programme  well  worthy  of  consideration 
has  been  prepared  for  the  week  commencing 
Sunday  afternoon,  headed  by  Jewell's  Mani- 
kins, a  great  European  novelty.  A  miniature 
stage  is  shown,  and  the  show  presented  is 
of  a  vaudeville  nature,  with  the  death  of 
Cleopatra  as  a  concluding  feature.  Miss 
Lillie  Jewell  is  the  manipulator  of  the  mani- 
kins and  she  is  a  perfect  mistress  of  her  art. 
Franceses  Redding,  a  talented  actress  who 
has  scored  many  a  success  in  San  Fran- 
cisco, will  present,  with  competent  support. 
"Honora,"  a  jolly  little  comedietta.  Max 
Witt's  Southern  Singing  Girls,  whose  excel- 
lent voices  blend  perfectly,  will  be  heard  in 
the  familiar  old  songs  of  the  Sunny  South, 
as  well  as  in  more  recent  popular  numbers. 
Williams  and  Wolfus,  a  lively  young  couple, 
will  offer  a  unique  turn  entitled  "Piano- 
Funology."  Williams  is  a  comedian  who 
keeps  the  piano  busy,  at  the  same  time  dis- 
tributing a  parcel  of  jokes.  A  series  of  sen- 
sations will  be  presented  by  Cunning,  known 
widely  as  "the  jail  breaker."  Elise  Schuy- 
ler, a  singing  comedienne,  will  give  a  little 
entertainment  out  of  the  ordinary.  Hatha- 
way and  Mack,  in  a  whirlwind  dancing  spe- 
cialty, and  Sunlight  pictures,  showing  current 
events  of  the   day,   will   complete   the  bill. 


Those  who  drink  Italian-Swiss  Colony 
wines  are  not  content  with  any  other  brand. 
There  is  a  reason.     Try  them. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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Week  Beginning  This  Sunday  Afternoon 

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W.  C.  FIELDS.  "The  Silent  Humorist";  MRS- 
GENE  HUGHES  and  Co..  presenting  Edgar  Allan 
Woolf's  Comedy  Playlet.  "Youth" :  VAN  BROTH- 
ERS. Harmony  and  Comedy  (Next Week  Only): 
VENITA  GOULD.  Impersarions:  BRADSHAW 
BROTHERS,  Comedy  Contortionists;  W.  H.  ST. 
JAMES  and  Co.;  CHARLEY  CASE;  NEW  DAY- 
LIGHT MOTION  PICTURES.  Last  Week  WILL- 
IAM BURR  and  DAPHNE  HOPE  in  "A  Lady,  a 
Lover  and  a  Lamp." 

Evening  prices.  10c.  25c.  50c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
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Fifth  Week  of  the 

JAMES    K.    HACKETT 

Season  and  First  Time  on  any  stage  of 
A  MAN  ON  HORSEBACK 

a  new  play  by  Booth  Tarkington 
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Last  Time  Tonight— "THE  MIKADO" 

Beginning  Tomorrow  (Sunday)  Night.  2  Weeks 

Matinees  Wednesday  and  Saturday 

William  A.  Brady  Ltd.  presents 

BABY  MINE 

By  Margaret  Mayo 
The  Funniest  Play  Ever  Written,  with 

MARGUERITE  CLARK 

and 
ERNEST  GLENDINNING 

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Week  of  Sunday,  August  18 
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JEWELL'S  MANIKINS;  Europe's Qreatesl  Nov. 
t-lty:  FRANCESCA  REDDING  and  i"  present- 
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in  Songs  "f  Hie  Sunns  South:  Williams  mi, i 
WOI.KI'S.  Piano- Funologulsls;  ELISE  SCHUY- 
LER,  Singing  rtienne:     CUNNING,   "The 

Jail  Breaker";  HATHAWAY  and   MACK,  Whirl- 
wind Dancers,  and  SINLICHT  1'ICTI  RES 

Mat.  daily  at  2:30.  Nights  at  7:16  and  9:16.  Sun- 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


A  red  fl3g  revolutionist  in  New  York  is 
dissatisfied  with  the  present  method  of 
coupling  guests  at  the  dinner-table.  Even 
though  the  social  wisdom  of  the  hostess  be 
of  the  superhuman  variety  she  is  still  liable 
to  make  mistakes  and  to  pair  the  very  people 
who  should  be  kept  apart.  Moreover,  why 
should  it  be  left  entirely  to  the  hostess? 
Why  should  not  the  guests  themselves  have 
the  right  to  express  some  preference  and  to 
select  a  companion  who  will  be  sympathetic 
rather  than  have  a  partner  thrust  upon  them 
who  will  insist  either  upon  doing  all  of  the 
talking  and  none  of  the  listening  or  all  of 
the  listening  and  none  of  the  talking?  More- 
over, why  should  a  partner  once  selected  or 
assigned  be  retained  for  the  whole  of  the 
meal?  The  courses  of  a  formal  dinner  may 
be  compared  with  the  dances  at  a  ball.  Now 
at  a  ball  we  change  our  partners  many  times, 
and  there  is  no  reason  why  we  should  not 
have  the  same  rights  at  a  dinner.  The  menu 
cards  might  be  passed  round  in  advance  and 
we  should  then  ask  the  favor  of  sharing  the 
soup  with  one  lady,  the  fish  with  another, 
the  entree  with  a  third,  and  so  on.  A  delicate 
and  sensitive  taste  desires  one  sort  of  com- 
panionship at  the  beginning  of  a  meal  and 
quite'  another  at  the  end,  while  a  style  of 
conversation  that  fits  admirably  with  the 
soup  may  be  quite  inappropriate  to  the  des- 
sert. Moreover,  see  what  charming  variety  it 
would  give  to  proceedings  that  are  now  so 
r.pt  to  be  tedious.  But  if  there  are  any  ob- 
jeciions  to  this  plan,  and  it  is  hard  to  see 
why  there  should  be,  then  there  is  a  still 
more  delightful  and  lively  alternative.  Prob- 
ably we  have  all  played  the  game  of  musical 
chairs  in  our  youth,  and  a  very"  jolly  game  it 
is.  Why  not  apply  the  same  principle  to  the 
dinner-table?  Let  the  ladies  seat  themselves 
first,  each  with  a  vacant  seat  by  her  side. 
The  men  then  procesh  around  the  table  to 
the  music  of  the  orchestra,  and  when  the  or- 
chestra stops  each  male  guest  slides  adroitly 
into  the  seat  nearest  to  him.  This  perform- 
ance might  be  repeated  at  the  end  of  each 
course.  The  idea  is  well  worth  considering 
and  its  adoption  would  do  much  to  alleviate 
a  social  function  that  has  become  a  good  deal 
of  a  bore. 


It  women  prefer  to  wear  socks  rather  than 
stockings  there  is  no  earthly  reason  why  they 
should  not  do  so,  but  why  they  should  have 
such  a  preference  it  is  hard  to  say.  So  far  it 
is  merely  a  matter  of  suspicion  and  not  of 
record,  but  we  intend  to  watch  the  women's 
newspapers  with  a  heedful  eye  for  confirma- 
tion. If  the  report  is  a  correct  one  we  shall 
soon  see  the  advertisements  of  socks  for 
women  with  the  usual  unblushing  illustra- 
tions. 

It  seems  that  the  women  of  Chicago  and 
other  large  and  wicked  cities  are  buying 
socks  in  considerable  quantities,  and  while 
these  purchases  may  be  intended  for  hus- 
bands, brothers,  and  lovers  there  is  reason 
to  believe  that  their  destination  is  other- 
wise. The  selection  is  usually  made  with 
great  care  and  with  a  keen  eye  to  the  color 
scheme  which  would  not  be  the  case  if  the 
garments  were  intended  for  the  sterner  sex. 
XaturaKy  the  salesman  can  not  ask  questions, 
but  those  of  them  who  have  been  interviewed 
have  no  doubts  about  the  matter.  The  socks 
are  intended  for  the  women  themselves. 

But  why?  Of  course  we  can  all  under- 
stand the  general  ideal  of  nakedness  that 
now  governs  the  feminine  toilet,  but  since 
there  is  no  outward  and  visible  difference  be- 
tween the  stocking  and  the  sock — except  of 
course  on  rainy  days — it  is  hard  to  under- 
stand just  where  the  gratification  comes  in. 
The  plea  of  greater  comfort  is  absurd.  In 
the  first  place  the  idea  of  comfort  in  dress 
never  enters  a  woman's  head,  and  in  the  sec- 
ond place  a  sock  is  not  more  comfortable  un- 
less it  is  met  half  way,  so  to  speak,  by  an- 
other garment  that  torture  itself  could  not 
compel  us  to  name.  Now  we  do  not  propose 
to  enlarm.  upon  this  topic.  It  is  far  too  deli- 
cate for  that,  but  it  may  be  said  that  the 
Knrment  in  question,  as  worn  by  women,  is 
usually  of  the  abbreviated  and  fluffy  variety 
thai  is  wholly  inadequate  as  an  ally  to  the 
sock.  There  would  inevitably  be  a  hiatus, 
whal  might  be  called  a  luminous  interval,*  an 
unprotected  area  below  the  fluffs  and  above 
the  sock,  and  surely  this  would  be  very  un- 
comfortable when  the  chilly  winds  do  blow. 
We  saw  some  of  these  garments  in  a  shop 
window  while  we  were  absent-mindedly  think- 
ing of  something  else,  and  although  we  have 
i  ur  best  to  forget  them  the  impression 
of  extreme  brevity  remains.  We  feel  sure 
th.it  nothing  could  persuade  them  into  union 
with  a  snek,  so  that  why  women  should  wish 
to  wear  socks  remains  a  mystery  except 
upon  the  aforesaid  general  principle  that  the 
boti  bould  i"  unci  ■  i  red  as  much  as  possible 
or  as  much  aa  the  police   will  permit. 


Let  us  lie  duly  grateful  to  Miss  May  Sin- 
clair for  thi  men  thai  she  con- 
tributes to  I  In-  current  issue  o£  the  English 
Review.  She  tells  us  thai  until  she  was 
twenty  jcvci  ted  almosl  ex 
clush  ely  u  '.th  men,  and  thai  il  h  a  a  man 
who  taught  her  "chivalry  and  charity,  never 
to  gossip,  never  to  speafc  or  think  malig- 
nantly of    .ny   woman."     And   a   woman   who 


knows  that  much  may  be  said  to  be  well  edu- 
cated. 

Miss  Sinclair  believes  that  there  is  only 
one  point,  that  of  sexual  morality,  where  men 
are  inferior  to  women.  And  she  will  forgive 
them  even  for  this  in  view  of  their  tempta- 
tions. Moreover,  she  believes  that  they  will 
improve   in   this   respect,   which   is   cheering. 

But  we  are  not  so  sure  that  even  this  one 
count  in  the  indictment  is  justified.  Sexual 
morality  is,  of  course,  a  wide  term,  and  one 
that  should  be  clearly  defined  as  a  basis  for 
any  argument.  Specific  acts  of  immorality 
are  doubtless  committed  more  frequently  by 
men  than  by  women,  but  on  the  other  hand 
sex  plays  an  infinitely  smaller  part  in  the 
life  of  a  man  than  in  the  life  of  a  woman. 
With  man  it  is  an  incident,  with  woman  a 
career.  It  would  hardly  be  an  exaggeration 
to  say  that  up  to  a  certain  age  the  whole  of 
a  woman's  nature  revolves  around  her  sex, 
and  while  this  is  not  necessarily  immorality 
it  is  perilously  close  to  the  line,  and  very 
often  it  is  only  the  fear  of  consequences  that 
keeps  it  upon  the  right  side  of  the  line.  The 
modern  ideal  of  dress  is  almost  wholly  a 
provocative  one,  and  this  is  a  fact  too  patent 
to  be  denied  or  doubted.  Now  the  role  of 
provocatrice  or  tempter  is  about  as  immoral 
a  one  as  can  be  played,  even  though  it  stop 
short  in  deference  to  the  sense  of  self-pro- 
tection, and  it  is  a  role  that  is  played  more 
often  by  women  today  than  perhaps  at  any 
other  time.  During  the  last  few  years  we 
have  seen  fashion  after  fashion,  every  one  of 
them  carefully  designed  and  elaborated,  not 
to  secure  the  honest  admiration  of  men,  but 
rather  to  inflame  them,  and  to  tempt  them 
into  forms  of  self-indulgence  that  are  in- 
stantly labeled  as  immoral. 

Indeed  there  is  an  intolerable  lot  of  non- 
sense talked  on  the  respective  virtue  of  men 
and  of  women.  If  there  is  any  difference  at 
all  it  is  not  in  favor  of  the  woman,  who  is 
quite  as  likely  to  be  immoral  as  the  man, 
both  in  character  and  in  intention,  however 
much  she  may  be  restrained  by  a  fear  of 
consequences. 


It  is  hard  to  see  why  any  one  should  be 
converted  to  the  suffrage  cause  by  the  mov- 
ing pictures  now  in  course  of  preparation  for 
exhibition  all  over  the  country.  Of  course 
the  fact  that  leading  agitators,  such  as  Dr. 
Anna  Shaw,  are  posing  for  these  pictures 
may  have  some  occult  effect  upon  those  who 
witness  them,  but  there  is  certainly  nothing 
in  the  pictures  themselves  that  should  tempt 
the  observer  to  throw  up  his  hat  and  give 
three  cheers  for  the  cause.  One  of  these 
pictures,  for  example,  represents  the  interior 
of  a  tenement  house.  A  girl  is  represented 
as  working  at  hand  embroidery — for  the  use 
of  women,  be  it  noted.  Another  girl  is  em- 
ployed in  a  department  store,  where  her  life 
is  made  a  misery  to  her  by  the  women  cus- 
tomers. A  third  girl  is  making  corset  covers, 
and  we  may  assume  that  these  also  are  in- 
tended for  women.  The  beautiful  visitor  is 
deeply  moved  by  the  sight  of  so  much  misery, 
and  all  the  more  so  when  she  finds  that  her 
fiance  is  the  owner  of  the  tenement  house. 
She  appeals  to  him  to  right  these  conditions, 
and  when  he  tells  her  that  it  is  not  in  his 
power  to  remodel  the  economic  system  of  the 
country  there  is  naturally  a  row.  Another 
moving-picture  play  that  immortalizes  the 
classic  features  of  some  half-dozen  suffragette 
leaders  contains  a  curious  example  of  femi- 
nine justice.  We  are  shown  a  couple  of 
lovers  who  quarrel  over  the  great  question 
and  part.  The  man  consoles  himself  by  mak- 
ing love  to  an  "anti,"  who,  of  course,  turns 
out  to  be  an  adventuress  who  eventually  sues 
him  for  breach  of  promise.  The  case  is  tried 
by  a  mixed  jury  and  the  forewoman  is 
actually  his  erstwhile  fiancee.  Now  surely 
this  can  hardly  be  described  as  a  fairly 
chosen  jury.  Personally  we  should  object 
strongly  to  placing  our  fate  in  the  hands  of 
any  of  those  lovely  creatures  who  once 
wanted  to  marry  us  and  who  might  justifiably 
feci  that  the  wheel  of  fate  had  at  last  brought 
them  the  chance  of  vengeance.  It  seems 
hardly  fair  to  select  a  jury  in  this  way,  but 
in  this  particular  variation  of  The  Lady 
and  the  Tiger  it  all  comes  out  right.  The 
man  is  acquitted,  doubtless  through  the  un- 
fair influence  of  the  forewoman,  who  then 
rushes  around  to  meet  the  accused  and  shed 
tears  down  his  clean  shirt  front,  and  off  they 
go  together  to  vote.  The  picture  is  said  to  be 
touching  enough  to  bring  tears  to  the  eyes 
of  a  stone  tiger. 


There  is  still  performed  in.  Ripon,  England, 
the  very  ancient  and  unique  ceremony  of  the 
sounding  of  a  large  bugle  horn  every  night 
as  the  cathedral  clock  strikes  nine.  A  civic 
functionary  called  the  "hornhlower"  in  an- 
tique uniform  proceeds  to  the  front  door  of 
the  mayor's  residence  and  there  gives  three 
loud  blasis,  ■'hud.  dismal,  and  long."  after 
which  he  hastens  to  the  "Market  Cross"  and 
repeats  them.  Tradition  ascribes  the  com- 
mencement of  this  institution  to  the  reputed 
i mi-.'  of  the  incorporation  of  the  town  by 
King  Alfred  in  886.  On  this  supposition  the 
usage  has  now  been  continued  nightly  up- 
wards of  a  thousand  years.  H  is  not  improb- 
able  thai  the  custom  existed  prinr  to  that 
date.  lis  original  purport,  according  to  tra- 
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or  guard  over  the  town. 


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August  17,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


A  small  boy  from  Chicago,  who  was  sen! 
to  the  country  by  the  United  Charities  and 
who  had  never  seen  a  windmill  before,  ex- 
claimed :  "Gee,  mister !  That's  some  elec- 
tric fan  you've  got  out  there  cooling  the 
hogs." 


One  frosty  morning  a  small  boy  whose 
heart  was  kindled  with  compassion  by  what 
his  sharp  ears  had  heard,  but  whose  idea  of 
the  etiquette  of  the  sick  room  was  rather  un- 
certain, met  Sandy  as  he  trudged  down  the 
hill  past  the  cemetery.  Sandy  was  barking  to 
beat  the  bugs.  "Oh,  Sandy,  man,"  said  the 
boy,  "that's  a  bad  cough  you  have."  "Bad 
cough,"  says  Sandy.  "Hoot,  mon,"  pointing 
to  the  graveyard,  "there's  them  lyin'  over 
there  would  be  glad  of  it." 


It  happened  in  the  chemistry  class,  and  the 
professor  had  just  asked  some  one  to  define 
gravity.  The  somewhat  hurried  definition 
contained  the  word  "pull,"  and  this  irritated 
the  instructor.  He  declared  that  there  was 
no  such  energy  in  nature  as  pull.  A  young 
woman  in  the  front  row  caught  the  pro- 
fessor's attention.  "I  would  like  to  ask  a 
question,"  she  said.  "Yes,  Miss  Myers,  what 
is  it  ?"  The  young  woman  spoke  up  very 
clearly.  "I  want  to  ask  whether  you  would 
push  or  pull  a  radish?"  And  that  closed  the 
controversy. 


Sir  Horace  Plunket  once  delivered  a  lecture 
in  Dublin,  Ireland,  on  the  best  way  to  im- 
prove conditions  among  the  poor.  At  that 
time  Sir  Horace  was  not  exactly  a  finished 
speaker.  His  tongue  could  not  do  justice  to 
the  riches  of  his  mind.  The  day  following 
his  address  he  received  from  a  lady  a  note 
containing  this  statement :  "What  you  need 
is  two  things:  (1)  a  wife,  and  (2)  lessons  in 
elocution."  To  this  Plunket  sent  this  reply  : 
"I  have  received  your  letter  saying  that  I 
need  two  things:  (1)  a  wife,  and  (2)  lessons 
in   elocution.     Those  are  only  one." 


Micky  and  Pat  had  been  at  school  together, 
but  had  drifted  apart  in  after  life.  They  met 
one  day,  and  the  conversation  turned  on  ath- 
letics. "Did  you  ever  meet  my  brother  Den- 
nis?" asked  Pat.  "He  has  just  won  a  gold 
medal  in  a  Marathon  race."  "That's  fine," 
said  Mike.  "But  did  I  ever  tell  you  about 
my  uncle  at  Ballythomas?"  Pat  agreed  that 
he  could  not  call  him  to  mind.  "Well,"  con- 
tinued Mike,  "he's  got  a  gold  medal  for  five 
miles  and  one  for  ten  miles,  a  silver 
medal  for  swimming,  two  cups  for  wrestling, 
and  a  lot  of  badges  for  boxing  and  cycling." 
"He  must  be  a  great  athlete,  indade,"  said 
Pat.  "You're  wrong,"  cried  Mike.  "He 
keeps  a  pawnshop  !" 


A  lazy  darky  who  let  his  wife  take  in 
washing  without  demur  had  a  dream  one 
night,  and  a  policy  dream  at  that.  He  bor- 
rowed money  from  her  to  play  the  combina- 
tion, and  before  he  left  home  he  stated  his 
conviction.  "Mandy,*'  he  said,  "Ah's  goin' 
up  town  to  play  dis  combine,  what  am  sho*  to 
come  out.  When  you  see  me  comin'  home  in 
a  hack  yo'  break  up  yo'  washtubs."  The 
"combine"  didn't  come  out,  and  Sam,  in 
great  dejection,  acquired  a  lot  of  gin.  Then 
he  was  messed  up  a  bit  by  a  dray,  and  some 
other  darkies  hired  a  hack  to  take  him  home. 
Sam  was  nearly  out,  and  was  breathing 
heavily  when  the  hack  turned  a  familiar  cor- 
ner, and  his  wife  was  standing  in  the  door. 
With  his  last  ounce  of  energy  he  stuck  his 
head  out  of  the  window  and  yelled:  "Mandy, 
spare  dem  tubs  !" 

The  orator  was  inside  the  big  tent  (says 
the  Buffalo  Express).  He  may  have  had 
some  auditors  there,  but  most  of  the  crowd 
remained  out  under  the  trees,  because  it  was 
cooler  there  and  much  easier  to  escape  the 
collection  plate.  He  could  be  heard  all  right 
whenever  he  got  excited,  and  no  audience 
cares  about  hearing  a  speaker  at  any  other 
time.  "I'm  no  coward  ;  I'll  never  run  away," 
said  the  voice.  The  crowd  pricked  up  its 
ears  and  moved  nearer.  "They've  stolen 
what  belonged  to  me."  The  crowd  outside 
clapped  its  hands  delightedly.  "Foulest  crime 
in  the  history  of  politics."  The  crowd  yelled  : 
"Good !  Give  it  to  him  1"  "A  corporation- 
owned  press  has  assailed  me !"  The  crowd 
whooped  with  enthusiasm.  "They  are  liars 
and  perjurers  and  thieves!"  Hats  went  into 
the  air  and  the  applause  lasted  for  full  five 
minutes.      A   bored-looking   man    came   out   of 


the  tent  and  faced  the  crowd  with  an  air  ot 
disgust.  "Say.  you  fellows."  he  said,  at  last, 
motioning  to  some  "I"  the  leaders  <■!  the  dem- 
onstration. "Do  you  know  who  it  is  that's 
speaking?"  "Do  we?"  answered  the  en- 
thusiast. "Well,  1  guess.  Couldn't  mistake 
them  sentiments.  It's  Teddy,  of  course." 
"Teddy  nothin',"  answered  the  man  who  had 
been  inside.  "That's  Bill  Lorimer  of  Illi- 
nois." 


Vivian  Burnett,  who  is  understood  to  have 
been  the  inspiration  of  his  mother's  story, 
"Little  Lord  Fauntleroy,"  had  a  Harvard 
education,  and  then  tried  his  hand  at  jour- 
nalism (according  to  the  New  York  Evening 
Post).  A  distinguished  railroad  president 
came  to  Denver  one  day  and  the  editors  had 
reason  to  suspect  that  a  big  story  was  con- 
cealed about  him,  if  it  could  only  be  got. 
The  knot  of  reporters  tried  in  vain,  how- 
ever, to  see  the  big  man.  Burnett,  thinking 
that  the  distinction  of  his  mother's  name 
might  avail,  wrote  on  one  of  his  own  en- 
graved cards  the  legend,  "son  of  Mrs.  Fran- 
ces Hodgson  Burnett."  The  card  came  back 
with  a  polite  refusal.  A  reporter  named  Bill 
Smart  looked  on  scornfully.  He  tore  a 
jagged  piece  off  the  corner  of  a  sheet  of 
copy-paper  and  wrote  on  it:  "Bill  Smart,  son 
of  old  Mrs.  Smart."  The  railroad  president 
was  so  much  pleased  at  this  piece  of  wit  that 
Bi'.l    Smart   got   the   interview. 


A  mother-in-law  went  to  the  Orient,  and, 
coming  back,  was  caught  trying  to  smuggle 
in  a  lot  of  choice  silks.  She  had  to  pay  duty 
and  a  fine.  Then  there  was  talk  of  a  criminal 
action  to  follow.  Her  son-in-law  called  on 
the  customs  officials.  "Is  it  possible,"  he 
asked,  in  a  severe  tone,  "after  my  mother-in- 
law  has  paid  the  duty  on  the  stuff  and  her 
fine,  that  you  contemplate  criminal  action  ?" 
"We  are  considering  it,"  the  customs  official 
replied  gravely.  "And  if  my  mother-in-law 
were  to  be  convicted,  as  she  probably  would 
ba,  she  would  have  to  go  to  jail?"  "I  think 
so."  "Do  you  mean  to  tell  me  you  intend  to 
do  this  to  a  woman — a  woman  who  has  al- 
ready expiated  her  fault  and  recompensed  the 
government?"  "I  do ;  but  look  here,  old 
chap,  don't  take  this  too  hard,  I've  got  to  do 
my  duty,  you  know.  Don't  feel  so  badly  about 
it."  "Badly!"  shouted  the  son-in-law.  "Why, 
my  dear  sir,  this  is  the  first  gleam  of  sun- 
shine   that    has    entered    my    home    in    twenty 

years  !" 

-*•* 

THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

Two  Sorts. 
Some    men    believe    in    being    gay 

And  laughing  at  their  cares, 
While  others  mope  along  their  way 
Just    envying    millionaires. 

— Detroit  Free  Press. 


Those  Old  Songs. 
I   can   not  sing  the  old  songs, 

Like  Sally  in  Our  Alley; 
I    dreamt   I    dwelt   in    Marble   Halls, 

I'm    dreaming  now    of    Hallie. 

By   the    Blue   Alsatian    Mountains 

I'd   lay   me   doon    and   dee; 
Jennie,   my  own  true  loved  one, 

Then  you'll   remember   me. 

Could  you  come  back  to  me,  Douglas,  Douglas, 
Nevermore  would   I  care  to    roam; 

I  don't  want  to  play  in  your  yard, 
I   was  seeing   Nellie  home. 

When   first   I  saw   sweet  Peggy, 

When   the   lights    were   dim    and    low. 

Oh,  Laddie  was  somebody's  darling; 
No,  sir!     No,  sir!      No! 

After   the  ball  is  over, 

Deep   sorrow   fills   my   cup; 

Oh,— I   can't    sing   the   old    songs,— 

I    get  them   all   mixed   up!  — Life. 

«  *■•■ 

The  spellbinder  was  delivering  one  of  the 
old  -  fashioned,  grass  -  grows  -  greener,  sun- 
shines -  brighter,  girls  -  are  -  prettier  -  than- 
anywhere  -  else  -  on  -  God's  -  earth  -  Tennes- 
see orations.  Finally  he  came  to  the  argu- 
mentum  ad  ornithem,  in  favor  of  Roosevelt. 
"Even  your  orioles,  the  prettiest  bird  in  crea- 
tion, fly  about  in  the  green  trees  here  in  this 
beautiful  valley  and  in  the  mountain  dells, 
singing  always,  as  the  Maker  told  them,  The- 
o-dore,  Theo-dore.' "  A  cadaverous  moun- 
taineer arose  in  the  back  of  the  hall.  "Yes, 
mister,"  he  assented.  "And  that  bird  don't 
say  another  durned  thing.  That  fowl  and 
Roosevelt  is  too  much  alike  for  me.  I'm  goin' 
home."     And  he  went. 


We  don't  like  something  about  T.   R.   Mar- 
shall's name. — Columbia  State. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17.  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle  of  the  social   happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San   Francisco   will  be   found  in 
the  following  department: 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Julia  Hayne  Langhorne 
and  Lieutenant  James  Parker,  Jr.,  U.  S.  A.,  look 
place  Wednesday  evening  in  St.  Luke's  Church  at 
Use  Marian  New-hall  was  the 
bride's  maid  of  honor,  and  the  bridesmaids  were 
Miss  Louise  Boyd  of  San  Rafael  and  Miss  Sarah 
t  uiiningham  of  New  York.  Lieutenant  Courtland 
1'arker,  U.  S.  A.,  was  his  brother's  best  man. 
Mrs.  Parker  is  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
James  Potter  Langhorne,  and  is  a  sister  of  Mrs. 
Ricbard  Hammond  and  Mr.  James  Potter  Lang- 
horne, Jr.  A  reception  was  given  at  the  resi- 
dence on  Pacific  Avenue  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James 
Potter  Langhorne.  Lieutenant  Parker  and  Mrs. 
Parker   will    reside  in  the    East. 

Miss  Grace  Whittle  and  Mr.  Leslie  Symrncs 
were  married  Wednesday  noon  at  the  home  in 
Mill  Valley  of  the  bride's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Albert  Whittle.  Miss  Elizabeth  Whittle  A-as  her 
!  only  attendant,  and  Mr.  Whitman  Symmes 
attended  his  brother  as  best  man.  Mr.  Symmes 
is  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Prank  Symmes.  The 
ceremony  and  reception  were  attended  by  rela- 
tives and   a   few   intimate   friends. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Vera  Seitz  and  Mr. 
Parker  F.  Wood  took  place  Monday  evening  at 
the  home  in  San  Rafael  of  the  bride's  parents, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  W.  Seitz.  Mr.  Wood  is  the 
son  of  Mrs.  Catherine  Wood  of  San  Rafael,  and  a 
brother  of  Mrs.  Melville  Erskine  (formerly  Miss 
Mildred  Wood),  who  was  married  Saturday  in 
.s2n    Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C  O.  G.  Miller  have  issued  invi- 
tations to  the  wedding  of  their  daughter.  Miss 
Marian  Miller,  to  Mr.  Bernard  Waterlow  Ford, 
at  noon,  Wednesday,  September  11,  at  the  family 
residence  on  Pacific  Avenue.  Miss  Leslie  Miller 
will  be  her   sister's  only   attendant. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Abby  Parrott  and  Mr. 
Edward  J.  Tobin  will  take  place  September  12  in 
the  Jesuit  Church  in  London,  England,  and  will 
be  followed  by  a  reception  at  the  Hans  Crescent 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  William  Hinckley  Taylor  was  hostess  at  a 
lea  at  the  Town  and  Country  Cub  in  honor  of 
Mrs.    Charles   B.   Alexander  of  New    York. 

Miss  Laura  McKinstry  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  luncheon  complimentary  to  Mrs.  Alex- 
ander. 

-.  Mary  A.  Tobin  gave  a  matinee  party  and 
tea  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Alexander  Loughborough, 
who  has  recently  returned  from  Europe. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  last  week  at 
a  dinner  at  her  home  on  Broadway  in  honor  of 
Mrs.    Earl  Shipp  of  Annapolis. 

Mrs.  Shipp  was  the  complimented  guest  at  a 
tea  at  the  Francesca  Club  Monday,  when  Miss 
Maye   Colburn   was  the  hostess. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  gave  a  tea  at  the  Palace 
Hotel  in  honor  of  Baroness  Rosenweig  and  Miss 
Rosita  Xieto,  who  left  Thursday  for  an  extended 
visit   in    Santa  Barbara. 

Miss  Maren  Froelich  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  tea  complimentarv  to  Miss  Helen 
Hyde, 

Mrs.  Harrison  Smith  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Henrietta  and  Alice  Smith,  gave  an  in- 
formal dance  Thursday  evening  at  their  home  on 
Buchanan  Street.  The  affair  was  in  honor  of 
Miss  Marguerita  Herrera  and  the  Messrs.  Roberto 
and    Carlos  Herrera  of  Guatemala. 

Miss  Herrera  was  the  complimented  guest  at  a 
luncheon  the  same  day,  at  the  home  on  Broadwav 
of  the   Misses   Cora  and   Fredericka  Otis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Alston  Williams  gave  a 
dinner  Saturday  evening  at  their  home  in  Berke- 
ley, in  honor  of  Miss  Helen  Crosby  of  Baltimore, 
who  is  spending  the  summer  with  Miss  Isabel 
lieaver. 

Mrs.  John  Kitile  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon  last 
week  at  her  home  in  Ross. 

Miss  Emily  du  Bois  gave  a  tea  Thursday  at 
the  Francisca  Club,  where  she  entertained  in  honor 
of  Mrs.  Earl  Shipp. 

Mrs.  M.  J.  O'Connor  and  Miss  Frances  O'Con- 
nor entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a  box 
party,  which  was  followed  bv  tea  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

-Mrs.  James  V.  Coleman  gave  a  dinner  in  honor 
uf  Mrs.  Morton  Mitchell  of  Paris,  who  is  veiling 
her    relatives  in    this  city. 

George  H.  Hellman  was  hostess  Friday 
evening  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  the  Reverend 
William    Thomas    Renison    and    Mrs.    Renison. 

lire,  Frederick  Kelham  gave  a  tea  Mondav  at 
the    Presidio    Golf    Club. 

Henry  E.  Collins  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  the  home  of  her  mother,  Mrs.  Ivy  L.  Bor- 
den, in  honor  of  Miss  Frances  Pierce  of  Ala- 
bama. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  Avery  McCarthv  gave  a  din- 
ner recently  at  the  Hotel  Virginia  in  Long  Beach. 
The  guests  of  honor  were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Volnev 
Howard    (formerly    Miss   Hazel    Monson). 

Kalph    Kingman    entertained    a    number    of 


friends  at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  in  the  Pre- 
sidio in  honor  of  Mrs.  Dawson  Blackmore  of  Cin- 
cinnati, who  is  the  house  guest  of  Major  William 
C.    Bennett.    I".    S.     V.    and    Mrs.    Bennett. 

M^.  Martin  Crimmins  was  hostess  at  a  tea  at 
livr  home  in  the  Presidio  Monday,  when  Mrs. 
I  .irey    was   Ihe   guest   of   honor. 

Mrs.  Cornelius  Gardener,  wife  of  Colonel  Gar- 
dener, I".  S.  A.,  was  hostess  Friday  at  the  first 
of  a  series  of  teas  she  will  give  at  her  home  in 
the  Presidio. 

Mrs.  Kensey  J.  Hampton,  wife  of  Major  Hamp- 
ton,  U.  S.  A.,  was  given  a  surprise  party  recently 
by   her   friends   in   the    Presidio. 

The  members  of  the  Lagunitas  Country  Club 
gave  a  dance  Saturday  evening  and  entertained  a 
number  of  friends   from  both  sides  of  the  bay. 

A  ball  will  be  given  Monday  evening,  Septem-' 
ber  9,  at  the  Claremont  Country  Club.  Lunch- 
eons and*a  golf  tournament  are  being  planned  for 
the    d.iy. 

A  garden  fete  will  be  given  August  24  in  the 
grounds  of  the  home  in  Menlo  Park  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  E.  W.  Hopkins  for  the  benefit  of  Trinity 
Episcopal  Church.  The  patronesses  are  Mrs.  E. 
W.  Hopkins,  Mrs.  W.  H.  Taylor,  Jr.,  Mrs.  Au- 
gustus Taylor,  Mrs.  J.  B.  Coryell,  Mrs.  Fred- 
erick McXear,  Mrs.  William  Weir,  Mrs.  James 
L.  Flood,  Mrs.  George  Batchelder,  Mrs.  Peter 
Rossi,  Mrs.  Samuel  Hopkins,  Mrs.  A.  B.  Chinn, 
Mrs.    Lewis.    Miss   Meta  Kukler. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a   resume  of  move- 
ments to  and   from  this  city  and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  spent  the  week-end  in 
Menlo  Park  as  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Fred- 
erick   S.    Sharon. 

Mrs.  Thomas  W.  Huntington,  Miss  Emily  Hunt- 
ington, and  Mr.  Thomas  W.  Huntington,  Jr.,  have 
returned   from  a  visit  in   the   East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  H.  Schlacks  have  gone 
to    Europe   for  a  brief  visit. 

Mrs.  C.  K.  Bonestell  of  Fresno  has  recently 
been  the  guest  of  Miss  Anna  Beaver,  who  is 
spending  the  summer  in   Los    Gatos. 

Miss  Sarah  Cunningham  spent  the  week-end  in 
Woodside  with  her  cousins,  the  Misses  Evelvn 
and   Genevieve   Cunningham. 

Miss    May    Mullin    will    leave    Tuesday    for    her 

home    in    Washington,     D.     C.       Miss    Mullin    has 

been    the    guest    of    her    sister,    Mrs.     G.    Russell 

Lukens.       Mrs.    Lukens    will    probably    spend    the 

nter    in    Washington. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson  has  recently  been  the 
^nest  of  Mrs.   William  Mayo  NewhalL 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Volney  Howard  have  returned 
from  their  wedding  trip  and  are  established  in 
iheir  home  in  Los  Angeles. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Brown  (.formerly  Miss 
Ruth  Casey)  left  last  week  for  Carmel-by-the-Sea, 
where    they    will    spend   two    weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jbseph  Sadoc  Tobin,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Au- 
gustus Taylor  have  returned  from  a  two  weeks' 
fishing  trip   on    the    McCloud    River. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  and  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Lloyd,  William,  Jr.,  Gordon,  and 
Lansing,  have  been  spending  the  past  week  in 
town,  having  closed  their  villa  on  Lake  Tahoe. 
They  will  spend  the  next  few  weeks  in  Monterey. 
Mrs.  Clinton  Walker  and  Miss  Bessie  Walker 
have  returned  to  Plumas  County  after  a  visit  in 
this    city. 

Mrs.  Oscar  Fitzalan  Long  and  her  daughters, 
the  Misses  Amy  and  Sallie  Long,  are  camping  on 
the  Walker  place  and  will  not  return  to  Piedmont 
until    September. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt  will  build  a 
bungalow  on  their  ranch  near  Chico,  where  they 
will  spend   several   weeks  each  year. 

Mrs.  George  Nixon  of  Nevada  is  visiting  friends 
in    this    city. 

Miss  Janet  von  Schroder  has  joined  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Ward    Barron    in    Monterev. 

Edith    von    Schroder    is    the    guest    of    the 
Misses    Barron    in    Mayfield. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  Burke  Holliday  and  their 
children  will  spend  the  next  few  weeks  on  the 
Russian   River. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  X.  Stetson  are  among  the 
recent  visitors   in   Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Shane  Leslie  (formerly  Miss 
Marjorie  Ide)  are  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Leslie's 
father,  Mr.  Henry  Clay  Ide,  at  the  American  em- 
ha^sy    in    Madrid. 

p  William  Ford  Nichols,  Mrs.   Nichols,  and 
.rgaret  Nichols  have  been  visiting  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    William   Nichols  in  the   Yellowstone  Park. 

Mrs.  John  Breckenridge  and  her  little  son  have 
returned  to  Monterey  after  a  few  days'  visit  at 
the    Palace   Hotel. 

Mrs.  Augustine  Strickland  is  the  guest  of  Mr. 
an.]  Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  at  their  home  in  Wood- 
side. 

Mrs.  Hippolyte  I>utard  has  gone  to  Paso  Robles 
For   a    few    weeks'   visit. 

Mr.  Wilbcrforcc  W.  Williams  has  returned 
from    a   hunting  trip   on   the   Rusian   River. 

Mrs.  Ella  Rodman  Ayres  has  gone  to  Honolulu 
to   visit    her  niece.   Mrs.    Rudolph    Bricklev. 

Mr.    John     Parrott,    Jr..    will    leave    shortly    for 


London  to  attend  the  wedding,  September  12,  of 
his  sister,  Miss  Abby  Parrott,  and  Mr.  Edward  J. 
Tobin. 

Mr.  John  Arundel  will  spend  the  winter  abroad 
with  his  daughter.  Miss  Sydney  Arundel,  who  i* 
at   present   visiting   relatives    in    Tx-ndon. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Loring  Cunningham  have 
returned  to  town  after  having  spent  several  months 
at    their    country    home    in    Saratoga. 

Mr.    Paul  Verdier  has   returned   from  Europe. 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    Horace    Wilson    left    last    week 
for  Lytton  Springs. 

Miss  Kate  Stone,  Miss  Dorothy  Baker,  and  Mr. 
Philip    Baker   have   gone    to   Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  E.  de  Ruyter  have  moved 
from  Van  Ness  Avenue  to  their  new  residence 
on    Tenth    Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Vogelsang  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Paul  Bancroft  have  returned  from  a 
motor  trip  in   the  northern   part  of  the  state. 

Mrs.  Mark  MacDonald  of  Santa  Rosa  has  re- 
cently been  the  guest  of  her  sister,  Mrs.  Selah 
Chamberlain,  at  her  home  in  Woodside. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  spent  the  week- 
end in  Ross  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Jay- 
Foster. 

Mrs.  Lane  Leonard  and  her  little  daughter  will 
leave  Monday  for  Wyntoon  on  the  McCloud  River 
to  visit  Mrs.  Hearst, 

Mrs.  Alexander  McCracldn  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Isabel  McCracldn,  have  returned  to  town 
after  a  two  months'  visit  in    CanneL 

Miss   Maud  O'Connor  is  visiting  Mrs.  James  V. 

Coleman  at  her  country  home  in   Mountain  View. 

Mr.    Mountford    S.    Wilson    has    returned    from 

Weber    Lake,    where    he    spent    a    week    with    his 

family. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence  Harris  are  established 
in  their  new  home  on  Washington  and  Walnut 
Streets. 

Mrs.  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  left  Tuesday  for  her 
home  in  Detroit.  Mrs.  Brodie  spent  June  in 
Miramar  and  has  since  been  at  the  Peninsula 
Hotel   in  San   Mateo. 

Mrs.  Edward  Yere  Saunders  and  her  son, 
Drury,  have  returned  from  -Etna  Springs  to  their 
home  on    Filbert    Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  P.  Giannini  and  family  and 
Mrs.  L.  Scatena  and  Miss  Pearl  Scatena,  of  San 
Francisco,  were  at  the  Hotel  Adlon,  Berlin,  last 
week.  They  are  going  to  Moscow  and  St.  Peters- 
burg, and  will  return  to  Paris  from  St.  Peters- 
burg, via  Stockholm,   Copenhagen,  and  Brussels. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    Richard    Sprague    have    returned 
to  Menlo  Park  after  a  visit  at  Bartlett  Springs. 
Dr.  John   Gallwey  has  returned    from   Europe. 
The     Misses     Persis    and     Janet     Coleman     have 
gone  to   Santa  Barbara  to  spend  several  weeks. 

Miss  Ethel  Crocker  will  return  in  September 
to  Paris,  where  she  will  continue  her  vocal 
studies. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Laurence  Irving  Scott,  Dr.  Tracy 
Russell,  and  Mr.  Knox  Maddox  have  returned 
from   a  ten  days*  motor    trip. 

Mrs.  Edward  Graham  Parker,  wife  of  Dr. 
Parker,  13 .  S.  N.,  has  arrived  from  Annapolis 
and   is  at  Yerba  Buena. 

Miss  Charlotte  Land  of  New  York  is  the  guest 
of  Captain  Charles  A.  Gove,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Gove,   at  their  home  on  Yerba  Buena. 

General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  Mrs.  Mur- 
ray, and  the  Misses  Sadie  and  Carolyn  Murray, 
have  returned  from  Alaska. 

Captain  Harry  Howland,  U.  S.  A.,  returned  on 
the  Sheridan   from  Alaska. 

Colonel  Hamilton  S.  Wallace,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Wallace  returned  Sunday  from  Long  Beach 
and  are  established  in  their  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Lieutenant  Courtland  Parker,  U.  S.  A.,  arrived 
early  last  week  from  the  East  to  attend  his 
brother,  Lieutenant  James  Parker,  U.  S.  A.,  who 
was  married  Wednesday  to  Miss  Julia  Hayne 
Langhorne. 

Rear- Admiral  Richardson  Clover,  U.  S.  N.  (re- 
tired), Mrs.  Clover,  and  their  daughters,  the 
Misses  Eudora  and  Beatrice  Clover,  have  been  at 
the  Hotel  St.  Francis  since  their  return  from  St. 
Helena,  where  they  spent  the  summer  at  their 
country   home. 

Captain  Conrad  Babcock,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Babcock,  who  have  been  abroad  for  the  past  year, 
will  soon  be  established  at  West  Point,  where  they 
will    reside    indefinitely. 

Major  Sidney  Cloman,  U.  S.  A.,  has  been  ap- 
pointed commander  of  the  exposition  guard  during 
the  Panama  Exposition  in  this  city.  Major  Clo- 
man and  Mrs.  Cloman  are  at  present  in  London. 
Mrs.  Thomas  Ruhm,  wife  of  Naval  Constructor 
Ruhm,  U.  S.  N.,  will  christen  the  collier,  Jupiter, 
at    Mare  Island,  August  24. 


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To  produce  ARISTOCRATICA 
Chocolates  than  the  candies  sold 
elsewhere,  because  we  put  only 
the  purest  and  most  costly  ingre- 
dients into  them.  For  instance, 
by  private  arrangement  we  use 
Maillard's  chocolate,  famed  the 
continent  over  for  its  unrivaled 
quality,  in  all  our  candies. 


PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


The  Royal  Society  of  London  for  Improv- 
ing Natural  Knowledge  received  its  first  char- 
ter from  King  Charles  II  and  recently  cele- 
brated its  two  hundred  and  fiftieth  anniver- 
sary. The  first  scientific  society  in  Great 
Britain  in  point  of  time  has  remained  the 
first  in  rank  and  public  esteem.  Xo  aca- 
demic honor  is  held  so  high  as  the  right  to 
add  the  letters  F.  R.  S.  to  a  man's  name.  Xo 
learned  society  is  so  famous,  unless  it  be  the 
French  Academy. 


Various  attempts  have  been  made  during 
the  last  fifty  years  to  devise  an  arrangement 
making  it  possible  for  a  pianist  to  mechan- 
ically elevate  or  lower  an  accompaniment  to 
another  key.  None  of  them  seems  to  have 
quite  succeeded.  It  is  now  announced  that  the 
well-known  basso,  Dr.  Felix  Kraus,  whose 
home  is  Munich,  has  invented  a  device  which 
is  entirely  satisfactory.  It  consists  in  the 
simple  manipulation  of  a  lever. 


The  Vaudeville  Singer's  Side. 
Gaby  Deslys  has  undertaken  to  vindicate 
herself  with  music-hall  audiences  in  connec- 
tion with  her  suit  for  damages  against  the 
Paris  Gil  Bias  for  calling  her  a  freak  and 
saying,  "She  can  not  sing  and  can  not  dance, 
but  only  exhibits  herself."  Mile.  Deslys 
writes:  "If  the  music  hall  is  so  destitute  of 
originality  and  wit  why  do  eminent  drama- 
tists introduce  its  features  in  the  regular  the- 
atres and  why  do  great  actors  and  actresses 
find  profit  in  invading  its  field?  The  music- 
hall  performers  should  not  be  criticized  en 
bloc.  Corneille  wrote  'The  Cid'  and  'Attila' 
and  Mme.  de  Sevigne  pardoned  the  bad 
poetry  of  the  latter  because  of  the  sublime 
beauty  of  the  former.  The  music-hall  artist 
is  never  a  Corneille,  but  the  critics  are  not 
always  Sevignes  and  they  might  learn  a  les- 
son from  this.  The  music-hall  artist  requires 
more  originality  than  the  average  theatre 
artist,  because  the  latter  is  guided  by  the  au- 
thor in  interpreting  the  part  he  played.  The 
music-hall  player  must  create  his  or  her  en- 
lire  entertainment.  If  I  am  so  stupid  myself, 
why  do  so  many  directors  seek  my  collabora- 
tion?" 


Arthur  Brisbane,  editor  of  the  New  York 
Evening  Journal,  and  Miss  Phcebe  Can,', 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Seward  Cary.  of 
Buffalo,  New  York,  were  married  in  X'ew 
York   City  July  30. 


Leschetizky  is  said  to  have  once  made  a 
wager  that  he  would  teach  his  servant,  a  man 
of  no  musical  ability,  to  play  a  Chopin  noc- 
turne with  Taste  and  correctness,  and  he  suc- 
ceeded. 

— — — *•■■ 

A    monument    for    Franz  Abt,    who    wrote 

2610  compositions,  of  which  1314  were  songs, 

is   projected    for    his    native  village    of   Eilen- 
burg,   Saxony. 


HILLSBOROUGH,  NEAR  SAN  MATEO-FOR 

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Hcuse  of  14  rooms,  haidwocd  Boors,  sleeping  porch. 
Garage,  stable,  tennis  court  and  croquet  ground.  Grounds 
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and  shrubs.  B.  P.  OLIVER,  Inc.  104  Montgomery  St., 
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The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $i  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  Sb. 


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August  17,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE   CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

At  a  called  meeting  of  the  Republican 
County  Committee  Tuesday  night  the  mem- 
bers who  had  deserted  to  join  the  Bull  Moose 
movement  were  read  out  of  the  committee 
and  their  places  were  filled  by  a  special  com- 
mittee previously  appointed  for  that  purpose 
by  Chairman  Fred  Sanborn.  This  effects  the 
primary  campaign  only  as  a  new  county  com- 
mittee will  be  elected  on  September  3.  San- 
born  and  his  associates  will  conduct  the  regu- 
lar Republican  campaign  in  the  city  pri- 
maries, where  the  fight  will  be  more  intense 
than  in  the  customary  legislative  primary,  for 
the  reason  that  the  Republican  primary  nomi- 
nees will  take  part  in  the  state  convention 
later,   called   to   select   Republican   electors. 


Chart  games,  which  cigar-store  keepers 
have  been  substituting  for  the  outlawed  slot 
machines,  have  been  banished  by  order  of 
the   city   authorities. 

The  twenty-first  annual  convention  of  the 
Pacific  Coast  jurisdiction  of  the  Grand  Lodge 
of  the  Order  of  the  Sons  of  St.  George  met 
in  session  this  week  at  1254  Market  Street, 
Grand  President  W.  H.  Polkinghorn  in  the 
chair.  

The  old  machine  shop  of  the  Fulton  Iron 
Works,  located  at  the  foot  of  Broderick 
Street,  has  been  acquired  as  the  Studio  of 
Sculpture  by  the  architectural  commission  of 
the    Panama-Pacific   Exposition. 


San  Francisco  is  to  have  a  Jewish  news- 
paper printed  in  the  Yiddish  language.  Dr. 
Charles  Wortsman,  a  prominent  Jewish 
writer,  who  escaped  from  Siberia  in  1906, 
has  arrived  here  from  the  East  to  establish 
and  edit  the  journal. 


Receiver  Frank  J.  Symmes  of  the  Cali- 
fornia Safe  Deposit  and  Trust  Company  has 
been  authorized  by  Judge  James  M.  Seawell 
to  draw  $6563  from  the  funds  in  his  posses- 
sion to  make  payment  in  full  for  $10,000  in 
bonds  and  120  shares  of  stocks  of  the  Philip- 
pines Railroad  Company.  These  bonds  and 
stock  were  subscribed  to  by  the  bank  before 
it  became  insolvent  and  already  part  pay- 
ments on  the  subscription  had  been  made. 


Father  Alexander  P.  Doyle,  one  of  the 
most  noted  priests  in  America,  died  at  St. 
Mary's  Hospital  August  9.  He  had  just  ar- 
rived in  the  city  on  a  visit  to  his  family 
and  the  friends  of  his  childhood.  He  was 
born  here  in  1857.  His  father  was  Richard 
Doyle,  who  was  well  known  in  the  early 
days.  His  mother's  maiden  name  was  Ma- 
tilda Shea,  whose  family,  also,  was  very 
prominent   during  the  pioneer   era. 


The  annual  midsummer  jinks  of  the  Bo- 
hemian Club  ended  last  Saturday  night  with 
the  presentation  of  the  jinks  play,  "The 
Atonement  of  Pan,"  the  music  of  which  was 
written  by  Henry  Hadley  and  the  libretto  by 
Joseph  D.  Redding.  In  the  opinion  of  the 
Bohemians  who  sat  two  hours  in  the  grove  on 
the  Russian  River  to  witness  the  pageant, 
both  men  have  recorded  their  best  work  in 
the  epic  which  recounts  the  detection,  re- 
pentance,  and  atonement  of  Pan. 


Attorney  Walter  Gallagher,  for  years  a 
practitioner  of  San  Francisco,  died  of  heart 
failure  August  11  at  his  home,  935  Buena 
Vista  Avenue,  Alameda.  He  was  fifty-nine 
years  old,  and  had  been  ill  for  several 
months.  

Andrew  Glover,  interpreter  of  Italian, 
French,  Slavonian,  and  Portuguese  in  the 
police  courts,  celebrated  this  week  the  com- 
pletion of  fifty  years'  service  in  the  local 
courts   as  interpreter. 


The  old  Dunphy  homestead  on  Washington 
Street,  between  Octavia  and  Laguna  Streets, 
built  by  the  late  William  Dunphy,  multi- 
mi  Kionaire  cattleman  and  landowner,  is  to 
be  sold  under  the  hammer  to  pay  debts  of  the 
estate.  The  property  is  worth  between  $150,- 
000  and  $200,000,  and  in  the  lifetime  of  its 
owner  was  considered  the  choicest  piece  of 
residence  property  in  the  city.  Both  Dunphy 
and  his  wife  died  there.  The  Dunphy  chil- 
dren, James  Clay  Dunphy,  Mrs.  Jennie 
Meyer,  Mrs.  Mary  Flood,  and  Mrs.  Viola 
Pearson  Burnett,  have  concluded  to  sacrifice 
their  childhood  home  that  a  mortgage  against 
it  for  $45,000  may  be  paid  and  the  famous 
Dunphy  ranch  near  Monterey,  valued  at 
$500,000,  relieved  of  its  mortgage  of  $100,000. 


Mayor  Ro.ph  on  Monday  sent  to  the  Spring 
Valley  Water  Company  a  formal  offer  in  be- 
half of  the  city  of  San  Francisco  to  purchase 
the  company's  plant  and  system  for  $38,- 
500,000,  plus  $1,300,000,  which  represents  all 
moneys  now  impounded  and  awaiting  the  out- 
cdme  of  litigation.  That  is,  the  offer  includes 
the  release  to  the  Spring  Valley  Company  of 
all    moneys    now    impounded. 


The  San  Francisco  Turn  Verein,  the  oldest 

German    Society    on    the    Pacific    Coast,    cele- 

■  '   :'     sixtieth  anniversary  this  week  with 


its  many  friends  and  city  officials,  who  had 
been  invited,  and  with  officers  of  the  Pacific 
Turner  Circuit.  The  programme  included  an 
address  by  President  Louis  F.  Zecher  of  the 
society,  selections  by  the  singing  section,  an 
oration  by  Dr.  Max  Magnus.  President  Louis 
F.  Zecher  presented  the  diplomas  to  the 
members  and  the  prize  teams  which  took  part 
at  the  last  turnfest  held  in  San  Jose.  Charles 
Schmidt  of  Sacramento,  president  of  the  Pa- 
cific Turner  Circuit,  delivered  the  closing  ad- 
dress, 

CURRENT  VERSE. 

A  Child's  Footprints  on  the  Way  to  Church. 
What  little   feet  they  were, 

How  poorly  shod. 
That  lately  passed  by  this  rough   way 
Toward  the  house  of  God! 

Such  little  feet!  and  yet 

The  shoes  so  worn, 
The  nails  uneven,  blunt  or  lost, 

The   leather  clouted,    torn. 

And  here  the  child   ran   off; 

What  caught  his  eye? 
Some  gift  of  God,  a  daisy  bud 

Or  dappled  butterfly. 

But  see,  he  turned  again 

And  ran  apace — 
O  lovely  feet  in  evil  shoes! 

To  God's  receiving  place. 

Ah  little  one!  though  bare 

Of  earth's  increase 
Upon  such  ways  ye  shall  not  lack 

The  sandals  of  God's  peace. 

Here  is  a  parable 

I  would  not  lose: 
God  made  the  feet,  the  living   faith, — 

Man  made  the  creed,  the  shoes. 

And  prophets  who  would  help 

Poor   souls   to    Heaven 
Must  use,  to  make  and  mend  their  creeds, 

The  best  that  can  be  given. 

O   tender    feet   of    faith, 

Too  oft  ill  shod! 
O  wounded  feet,  turn  not  aside, 

Press  on  to  Home  and  God. 

And,   child,  no  need  to  knock; 

The  door  stands  wide. 
Pass  in  with  glory  on  your  head. 
And  leave  the  shoes  outside. 
— Anna  Bunston  de  Bary,  in   the   Vineyard. 


The  Baby. 
He   stood    aside,    where   none    might   see, 

And    watched    her   passing  down   the   street ; 
Her    look    was    glad;    and    tenderly 

She   guided    a   sweet  baby's    feet; 
lie    wondered,    seeing   her   go    by, 

If  she    recalled    a    certain   day 
When  she  was  not  too  proud  to  sigh 

Because  he  coldly  turned  away. 

He'd    fancied   that   she   might   be  sad 

And  waiting  still  when  he  returned 
To   claim  the  love  that  once    he    had 

In    foolish  haste  too   lightly  spurned; 
Dut,   with  a  look  that  he  had  ne'er 

Supposed    might   glorify    her  face, 
She  led  a  baby  past  him  where 

He  peered  out  from  his  hiding  place. 

He   turned  away,  at  last,  to  go 

Alone  through    life,    to    sadly  dream 
Of  joys  that  he  might  never  know 

And   pledges   he    might   not   redeem, 
While  she,    recalling  what  he  said 

When    first    they    loved    and    gladly    planned, 
Went    smiling  down   the   street  and   led 

Her  sister's  baby   by  the  hand. 

— S.  E.  Kiser,  in  Chicago    Record-Herald. 


Fate's  Comedy. 
A  thousand  years  since,    Fate  had  planned 

To  stage  a  playlet  on  the  sea, 
And  moved  her  pawns  with  patient  hand 

To  build  a  merry  comedy. 

She  caught  the  raindrops   from  the  sky 

And  welded  them  with  icy  blows, 
Until   they   towered    mountain   high — 

An  iceberg  mid  the  Northland  floes. 

A  thousand  years  have  come  and  gone 
While  men  have  slowly  learned  their  part. 

Each  gave  his  little  brain  or  brawn, 
That   Fate  might  try  her  comic  art. 

Some  burrowed  deep  in  endless  night, 

To    break    the    steel    from   earth's   strong   grip. 

While  others  forged  the  atoms  bright 
And  built  for  Fate  a  noble  ship. 

They  pitted  toil  and  ant-like  skill 

Against  the  chance  of  Fate's  grim  game; 

With  hope  to    fright  her   cruel    will, 
They  gave  their  craft  a  giant's  name. 

And   when  the  scene  and  stage  were  set. 
And  all    things  tuned   in  time  and   space, 

The  puppet  ship  and  iceberg  met 
True  in  the  long  appointed  place. 

A  little  crash  that  scarce  was  heard 

Across  the  pulsing  deep  a  mile, 
A    little   cry,   a    frightened   word. 

And  Fate  put  on  an  age-worn  smile. 

The  stars  looked   down    in    cold  content, 
The  waves  rolled  on  their  endless   way, 

And  jaded  Fate,  her  interest  spent. 
Began  to  plot  another  play. 
-Thomas   Doolan,    in   Seattle   Post-InteIHgencer. 


"The  grand  j  ury  will  investigate  every 
building  and  loan  association  doing  business 
in  San  Francisco  for  the  purpose  of  prevent- 
ing any  recurrence  of  the  J.  Dalzell  Brown 
affair,"  asserts  John  H.  Dumbrell,  foreman 
of  the  grand  jury. 


Unless  You  Say  "Imperial" 

The  man  behind  the  counter  may  send  you 
some  other  brand  of  cocoa,  and  you  will  not 
get  the  BEST  cocoa— the  kind  you  want. 

DIRECTIONS  — For  each  cup  dissolve  a  small  teaspoonful 
(not  heaping)  of  the  pov^der  and  a  large  teaspoonful  of  sugar  in  a 
little  boiling  water,  and  then  complete  the  quantity  with  boiling 
water  or  either  warm  or  boiling  milk.  Add  sugar  to  taste.  If 
desired  this  cocoa  can  be  boiled.  It  can  also  be  made  without 
sugar.  To  make  a  cup  of  delicious  chocolate  use  double  the 
above  quantity.  On  account  of  its  easy  preparation  this  cocoa  is 
suitable  for  picnic  or  camping  parties.  Also  suitable  for  pastry  and 
soda  fountains.    Packed  in  1-4  lb.,  1-2  lb.,  1  lb.  and  5  lb.  tins,  net. 

Ghirardelli's  IMPERIAL  Cocoa  is  the 
perfected  result  of  over  sixty  years'  labor, 
thought,  and  research.  It  is  made  by  their 
special  secret  process,  giving  consumers  a 
finer  article  than  the  best  imported. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers. 


Continental  Building  and  Loan  in  Difficulties. 

State  Building  and  Loan  Commissioner 
George  S.  Walker  last  Friday  declared  the 
Continental  Building  and  Loan  Association 
insolvent,  basing  his  assertion  on  a  statement 
made  by  Special  Auditor  J.  B.  Hassett,  who 
declared  after  examination  that  the  associa- 
tion's assets  are  short  $318,000  and  more 
than  $50,000  in  cash.  Following  the  crash 
and  closing  of  its  doors  the  association  be- 
came at  once  the  object  of  numerous  actions 
in  court.  A  new  turn  to  the  situation  was 
provided  Monday  morning,  when  petitions  in 
involuntary  bankruptcy  against  the  concern 
were  filed  in  the  United  States  District  Court 
by  complaining  stockholders,  who  claim  that 
they,  as  creditors  of  the  institution,  have 
been  deprived  of  a  settlement  of  their  claims. 
■+♦»■ 

The  Scandinavian  composer,  Professor 
Christian  Sinding,  who  was  much  admired  by 
Grieg  and  Seidl,  has  completed  an  opera  with 
the  title  of  "The  Saved  Mountain."  The  li- 
bretto is  by  Dora  Dunker.  D'Albert  is  an- 
other composer  who  has  ready  for  perform- 
ance a  new  opera.  It  is  called  "The  Dead 
Eyes,"  and  will  have  its  first  hearing  at  Dres- 
den   in   the   autumn. 


Nearly  10,000  United  States  troops  are  en- 
gaged in  a  game  of  military  strategy  this 
week,  half  that  number  invading  San  Fran- 
cisco by  sea  and  land,  the  other  division, 
with  headquarters  at  the  Presidio,  organized 
as  a  repelling  force.  Brigadier-General  Wal- 
ler S.  Schuyler,  U.  S.  A.,  commanding  the 
Department   of    California,   issues   the    orders. 


The  management  of  the  Columbia  Theatre 
announces  that  the  Liebler  Company  has  ar- 
ranged to  send  to  this  city  the  original  Eng- 
lish cast  appearing  in  the  Louis  N.  Parker 
play,  "Pomander  Walk."  This  company  has 
been  playing  "Pomander  Walk"  in  America 
for  the  past  three  seasons  and  its  success 
has   been   phenomenal. 


Young  Husband — What  a  glorious  day!  1 
could  dare  anything,  face  anything,  on  a  day 
like  this !  Wife — Come  down  to  the  milli- 
ner's ! — Fliegende  Blatter. 


Mayor  Rolph  has  removed  from  office  eight 
district  foremen  of  the  street-cleaning  de- 
partment   for   inefficiency   and  neglect. 


Events   of  your  life   scientifically  predicted. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  161S  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


STUDIOS 
FOR  RENT 

Kohler  &  Chase  Bldg 

Class  A 
O'Farrell  St.  near  Market 

The  musical  headquarters  of  the  Pacific 
Coast.  Special  appointments  and  con- 
veniences for  music  and  vocal  teachers. 

BALDWIN  &  HOWELL 

318-324  Kearny  Street 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Turkish  Bath 
12  th  Floor 

Ladies'  Hair  Dressing  Parlors 
2d  Floor 

Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

Basement,  Geary  St.  Entrance 

Under  the  management  of  James  Woods 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City   Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Car*  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


II      J     CORONADO  BEAClTyCAUrORNIA /^V^ 


Summering  at  this  luxurious  resort  on 
EheOCean  Beach  is  ideal.  The  delightful 
ocean  bree/."  gives  new  zest  to  a  round 
ol  the  links  or  u  Slashing  Sel  Of  tUltniS. 
Every  out-of-door  amusement  horu  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  nuiei  r>.-st.    Summer  Itates. 

J.  J.  HERNAN,  Manager,  Coronado,  Cat. 

or  H.  F.  Not-cross.  AgL.  334  So.  Spring  SL 
Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  17,  1912. 


Pears' 

"A  shining  coun- 
tenance"  is  pro- 
duced by  ordinary 
soaps. 

The  use  of  Pears' 
reflects  beauty  and 
refinement.  Pears' 
leaves  the  skin  soft, 
white  and  natural. 

Matchless  for  the  complexion. 


TOYO    KISEN    KAISHA 

(ORIENTAL    S.    S.    CO.) 

S.  S.  Chiyo  Mart: Saturday,  Aug.  31,  1912 

S.  .-.  Nippon    Maru    (intermediate  service  sa- 
loon accommodations  at  reduced  rates)... 

Saturday,    Sept.   21,1912 

£.  S.  Tenvo   Maru    (via  Manila  direct) 

Friday,    Sept.    27,  1912 

5.  5,  Sfainyo    Maru     (new) 

'. Saturday,   Oct    19,  1912 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier.  No.  34, 
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Wcldon — Is  he  a  man  of  brains?  Kane — 
Well,  he  runs  a  bigger  automobile  than  any 
of  his  creditors. — New  York  Globe. 

h  of  the  candidates  have  a  highly  de- 
veloped sense  of  humor."'  One  of  them  is 
going  to  need  it. — Wail  Street  Journal. 

Uncle  Bilibab  (who  has  unwisely  sampled 
the  side-dish  of  Roquefort  cheese) — By  gum! 
That  butter  aint  in  no  trance ! — Judge. 

"Many  a  man."  said  Uncle  Eben,  "claims 
to  be  chasin'  dull  care  away  when  he's  re'ly 
runnin'   after   trouble." — Washington   Star. 

Jimpson — I'm  gawing  to  Europe  next  week. 
Can  I  do  anything  faw  you  ovaw  theah,  deah 
boy?  Gimpson — Xo,  going's  enough,  thanks. 
— Town  Topics. 

Indignant  Farmer — Can't  you  tell  a  hen 
from  a  grouse  ?  Urbane  Sportsman — Sure  ! 
That's  why  I  shot  the  hen — the  law  isn"t  oft 
on  grouse  yet. — Puck. 

Salesman — Shirt,  sir?  Will  you  have  a 
nelige  or  a  stiff  bosom?  Customer — Neglige, 
I  guess.  The  doctor  said  I  must  avoid 
starchy   things. — Tit-Bits. 

Stranger  (to  Washington  guide) — Are  they 
blasting  rocks  near  the  Capitol?  Guide — No, 
sir ;  the  noise  you  hear  is  the  bursting  of 
presidential  booms. — New  York  Sun. 

Mrs.  Kelly — This  neighborhood  seems  a  bit 
noisy.  Mrs.  Flynn.  Mrs.  Flyntt — Yis,  th'  only 
time  it's  quiet  here  is  whin  the  elevated  train 
goes  by  and  drowns  th*  noise! — Puck. 

"Doesn't  your  choir  sing  at  the  prison  any 
more  ?"  "No,  several  of  the  prisoners  ob- 
jected on  the  ground  that  it  wasn't  included 
in   their  sentences." — Boston    Transcript. 

"Solomon  was  a  wise  man."  "Oh,  he  had 
it  easy.  There  were  no  technicalities  in  his 
day,  nor  did  he  have  to  decide  cases  with  the 
alienists  evenly  divided." — Louisville  Courier- 
Journal. 

"Why  did  papa  have  appendicitis  and  have 
to  pay  the  doctor  a  thousand  dollars, 
mamma?"  "It  was  God's  will,  dear."'  "And 
was  it  because  God  was  mad  at  papa  or 
pleased  with  the  doctor?" — Life. 

"We  are  very  sorry,"  said  the  Trust,  as  it 
forced  a  competitor  out  of  business.  "We 
have  nothing  against  you  personally.  It  is 
merely  a  matter  of  principle.  We  are  firm 
believers  in  the  closed  shop." — Puck. 

"And  you  are  going  to  have  the  hero  and 
heroine  of  your  story  'live  happily  forever 
after*?"  "No,  just  the  opposite."  "Just  the 
opposite  ?  How  so  ?"  "I'm  going  to  have 
them    marry    one   another." — Houston    Post. 

"So  he  took  you  out  auto  riding  the  other 
evening  ?"'  "Yes,  what  of  it  ?"  "Do  you 
think  he  is  in  love  with  you?"  "I  think  so. 
I  know  that  every  time  I  spoke  to  him  the 
auto  tried  to  a  climb  a  tree  or  jump  a  fence." 
— Houston  Post. 

Patience — Jack  is  back  from  the  seashore. 
Patrice — Without  a  cent,  I  suppose  ?  Pa- 
tience— No ;  he  brought  back  quite  a  lot  of 
money  with  him.  Patrice — You  don't  mean 
to  say  Jack  went  down  there  as  a  waiter? — 
Yonkers  Statesman. 

Suburbanite  (with  arms  full  of  packages) 
— You're  foolish  not  to  live  out  in  the  open 
country,  old  man.  And  you  told  me  two 
years  ago  you  intended  following  my  ex- 
ample. What  are  you  waiting  for?  Urbanite 
— The  parcel  post ! — Puck. 

"Columbus  discovered  America,"  recited 
the  youthful  student.  "Yes,  my  son."  replied 
Mr.  Dustin  Stax.  "Columbus  discovered 
America.  But  it  took  a  few  men  like  your 
father  to  put  the  discovery  on  a  big  paying 
basis." — Washington  Star. 

"So  those  two  lovely  men  were  in  love  with 
you  ?"  "Yes."  "And  they  really  fought  a 
duel  about  you?"  "Y-yes."  "Swords  or  pis- 
tols ?"  "P-p-pistols !"  "How  exciting !  Were 
they  loaded?"  "No.  Both  of  'em  were 
sober." — Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

They  had  become  engaged.  "But  your 
proud  mother,"  faltered  the  young  man. 
"What  of  her?"  asked  the  girl.  "Will  she 
oppose  our  engagement?"  "I  hardly  think 
so.  Mother  is  too  sensible  to  waste  time  op- 
posing a  summer  engagement." — Washington 
Herald. 

"You  never  get  what  you  want  in  this  res- 
taurant." said  the  irritable  person.  "You  can 
if  you  know  how  to  order,"  replied  the  sad, 
sarcastic  man.  "If  I  want  something  cool  I 
ask  for  a  cup  of  hot  coffee  and  if  I  want 
something  warm  I  call  for  iced  tea." — Waslv- 
ington  Star. 

"Hi  your  feet  hurt  ye  so  much,  Silas,"  said 
Mrs.  Weevey.  "why  on  airth  don't  ye  wear 
them  shoes  ye  bought  down  to  Bosting  last 
summer  that  ye  said  was  so  comf  table  ?" 
"Why,  Mi  randy,"  said  Silas,  "ef  I  wore  them 
there  shoes  I'd  wear  'em  out,  and  then  I 
wouldn't  have  nothin'  t'  fall  back  on." — 
Judge, 

Conjurer — Now.  sir.  you  admit  that  the 
card  you  have  iust  taken  out  of  the  handker- 
chief is  the  queen  of  clubs,  yet  the  card  you 


chose  and  securely  tied  there — namely,  the 
ace  of  spades — I  now  produce  from  this  hat. 
Timid  Volunteer — So  sorry — my  mistake. — 
Punch. 

"Do  you  admire  Burns's  poems?"  asked  the 
young  man  with  the  serious  face.  "Pardon 
me  for  correcting  you."  answered  Miss  Pansy 
Hobbletrot.  "but  Mr.  Burns  aint  a  poetry 
writer.  He's  the  famous  author  of  detective 
stories." — Washington  Star. 

"How  many  children  have  you  ?"  "Three. 
Two  grown-up  daughters  and  a  son  in  col- 
lege." "How  proud  you  must  be  of  them !" 
"I  am,  but  somehow  or  other  I  don't  seem  to 
be  able  to  act  so  that  they  can  bring  them- 
selves to  feel  proud  of  me." — Detroit  Free 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Newest  Socialist— The  Crisis  in  China 
— Public  Ownership — The  Darrow  Verdict — General 
Booth — Editorial    Notes     113-115 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    115 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.    Coryn 116 

OLD     FAVORITES:     "Count     Rinaldo     Rinaldi,"    by    Owen 

Meredith  116 

NEW  YORK  PREPARES  TO  PROBE:  "Flaneur"  De- 
scribes a  Citizens'  Meeting  in  Cooper  Union  to  Induce 
Examination    of    Police    Graft 117 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 117 

JAKE    OPPER'S    SAIDIE:     The    Adventure    of    a    Heroine 

Who  Could   Ride  and   Shoot.     By  Gertrude   B.   Millard         IIS 

BACON  AND    BLISS:     An    Ancient    Custom   and   a    London 

Bank   Holiday.     Ey    Henry    C.    Shelley 119 

A  DIPLOMAT  AT  THE  COURT  OF  SPAIN:  William 
Miller  Collier  Writes  of  Four  Years'  Experience  as 
American    Minister    at    Madrid 120 

THE   LATEST   BOOKS:     Critical   Notes— Briefer   Reviews — 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received.  ..  121-122 

DRAMA:     "A     Man     on     Horseback."     By     Josephine     Hart 

Phelps    123 

FOYER   AND    BON-OFFICE   CHAT 123 

VANITY  FAIR:  A  Philadelphia  Daniel  Come  to  Judgment 
— Wholesale  Rates  for  Oriental  Households — The 
Malmsey  Wine  Bach — Embarrassments  of  Royal  Cos- 
tumers — Snail-Racing  in  French  Sporting  Circles — 
The    Unconverted    Baggageman 124 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             125 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 125 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             1 26 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:      Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    127 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Aubade,"  by  Rosamund  Marriott 
Watson:  "The  Echo  and  the  Ouest,"  by  George 
Sterling  127 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the   Dismal  Wits  of  the   Day 12S 


The  Newest  Socialist. 

The  spell  of  personality  is  not  a  new  factor  in  Ameri- 
can politics.  Its  influence  was  so  positive  in  the  case 
of  (ieorge  Washington  as  to  color  the  movement  which 
founded  the  republic.  At  another  time  Thomas  Jef- 
ferson so  filled  the  measure  of  political  imagination  as 
to  subordinate  all  other  men  and  all  measures  not 
having  his  sanction.  In  a  later  era  the  name  and 
character  of  Andrew  Jackson  practically  dominated  the 
political  sphere.  But  in  these  several  instances  the 
man  typified  the  conditions.  It  is  only  now  for  the 
first  time  that  we  have  in  our  larger  politics  a  move- 
ment taking  its  form  and  fashion  from  the  tempera- 
ment, the  character,  the  strength,  and  the  infirmities 
of  a  particular  man. 

How  completely  the  third-party  movement  is  a  one- 
man  affair  is  manifest  in  many  ways,  notably  by 
its  dependence  at  every  point  not  merely  upon  the 
will  and  purpose  of  Mr.  Roosevelt,  but  upon  hi- 
leading  and  directing  hand.  It  is  a  movement  which 
dares   not  venture   a   single   step   excepting   under   the 


guidance  and  subject  to  the  limitations  of  leading- 
strings.  It  is  a  movement  not  only  without  will  or 
purpose  of  its  own,  but  without  the  instinct  to  decently 
cover  its  nakedness.  Every  question  of  principle,  of 
policy,  of  procedure,  of  organization,  is  passed  up  with 
obsequious  deference  to  the  one  man  whose  word  is 
accepted  as  having  the  authority  of  law  plus  the  sanc- 
tity of  gospel.  Founded  in  protestations  of  abstract 
morality,  loudly  protesting  against  authority  in  politics, 
it  nevertheless  bows  to  the  dictation  of  Roosevelt  and 
accepts  his  views  of  things  as  inspired  and  infallible. 


The  movement  is  notable  in  another  way — as  the 
first  of  its  kind  considerable  enough  to  be  worth  atten- 
tion, yet  not  in  itself  commanding  the  open  support 
of  anybody  conspicuously  associated  with  leading 
forces  in  the  practical  life  of  the  country.  It  is  a  polit- 
ical movement,  yet  nobody  of  political  consequence  has 
part  or  place  in  it.  The  only  names  known  at  all  out- 
side their  own  bailiwicks,  excepting  only  that  of  ex- 
Senator  Beveridge,  distinctly  a  third-rater,  are  those  of 
young  men  made  conspicuous  by  the  favor  and  patron- 
age of  Mr.  Roosevelt  when  he  was  President.  No- 
body of  real  importance  in  politics — no  La  Follette, 
Root,  Cummins,  Spooner,  Lodge,  Borah,  or  Hadley — 
is  affiliated  with  this  movement.  And  though  it  has 
been  nearly  three  months  now  before  the  country  and 
holds  a  distinct  place  in  political  calculations  it  gains 
no  recruits.  Starting  out  presumptively  with  the 
strength  of  organized  progressivism  behind  it,  now 
after  a  career  of  nearly  three  months  it  is  found  with 
fewer  notable  supporters  than  at  the  beginning.  The 
original  progressives  are  distinctly  not  with  it.  The 
real  statesmen  of  the  country,  men  like  Borah  and 
Root,  whose  lights  are  wisdom  and  patriotism,  and 
who  use  parties  only  as  they  may  be  brought  to  serve 
these  ends,  will  have  naught  to  do  with  it.  Likewise  in 
the  sphere  of  business  nobody  is  for  it — openly.  It  has 
indeed  a  certain  support  in  the  field  of  business,  that  of 
the  chief  of  all  the  trusts  of  the  country  with  its 
subordinate  and  dependent  associates  in  the  realm 
of  big  business.  It  is  true  that  Mr.  Perkins  of 
Morgan  &  Co.  is  the  financial  prop  of  the  movement, 
but  this  fact  implies  not  so  much  a  connection  with  the 
vital  life  of  the  country  as  with  an  element  which 
seeks  a  selfish  advantage  through  defeat  of  an  adminis- 
tration which  has  forced  it  to  the  bar  of  public  con- 
demnation and  retribution. 


In  a  sense,  the  party  organized  and  inspired  by  Mr. 
Roosevelt  is  new,  yet  there  is  nothing  in  the  scheme  of 
principles  which  it  has  put  before  the  country  entitling 
it  to  this  distinction.  For  in  truth  everything  which 
can  be  quoted  as  proclaiming  the  character  of  the  Bull- 
Moose  party  has  been  written  in  the  platforms  of 
other  political  parties.  We  read,  for  example,  that  the 
people  should  have  "the  ultimate  authority  to  deter- 
mine fundamental  questions  of  social  welfare  and 
public  policy."  This  is  a  resounding  note,  but  it 
is  scarcely  more  than  a  paraphrase  of  a  clause  of  a 
platform  put  forth  by  the  Socialist-Labor  party  in 
1896  declaring  that  "the  true  theory  of  economics  is 
that  the  machinery  of  production  must  belong  to  the 
people  in  common."  The  same  platform  (Socialist- 
Labor,  1896)  declared  that  "inventions  should  be  free 
tj  all ;  the  inventors  to  be  remunerated  by  the  nation." 
which  is  reechoed  in  the  pledge  of  the  bull-moosers 
that  a  law  shall  be  enacted  "which  will  make  it  im- 
possible for  patents  to  be  suppressed  or  used  against  the 
public  welfare  in  the  interest  of  injurious  monopolists." 
The  Socialist-Labor  platform  already  quoted  declared 
for  a  "progressive  income  tax  on  inheritances,"  and 
this  we  find  reechoed  in  the  "belief"  of  the  bull-moosers 
in  "a  graduated  inheritance  tax  as  a  national  means 
of  equalizing  the  obligations  of  holders  of  property  to 
government."  Again,  the  Socialist-Labor  convention 
held  in  Xew  York  City  in  April.  1896,  demanded  that 
"the  United   Slates   have   the   exclusive   right  to  issue 


money,"  a  demand  which  we  find  paralleled  in  the  bull- 
moose  declaration  that  "the  issue  of  currency  is  funda- 
mentally a  government  function." 


Even  with  respect  to  the  so-called  novelties  of  the 
day  the  bull-moosers  follow  a  path  long  before  blazed 
by  the  Socialist-Laborites.  In  the  platform  above 
quoted  (April,  1896)  there  was  a  declaration  for  "con- 
gressional legislation  providing  for  the  scientific  man- 
agement of  forests  and  water-ways,  and  prohibiting 
the  waste  of  the  natural  resources  of  the  country." 
In  view  of  this  declaration  it  is  idle  to  claim 
originality  for  a  resolve  that  "the  natural  resources 
of  the  nation  must  be  promptly  developed  and  gener- 
ously used  to  supply  the  people's  needs,  but  we  can  not 
safely  allow  them  to  be  wasted,  exploited,  monopo- 
lized, or  controlled  against  the  general  good."  Again, 
sixteen  years  ago  the  Socialist-Laborites  demanded 
that  "all  public  officers  be  subject  to  recall  by  their 
respective  constituencies."  The  bull-moosers,  not  more 
definite  or  positive  but  distinctly  more  verbose,  now 
insist  that  "the  Progressive  party,  committed  to  the 
principle  of  government  by  a  self-controlled  democracy 
expressing  its  will  through  representatives  of  the 
people  pledges,"  etc.,  "the  policy  of  the  short  ballot, 
with  responsibility  to  the  people  secured  by  the  initia- 
tive, referendum,  and  recall."  Again,  sixteen  years  ago 
the  Socialist-Labor  party  resolved  that  "we  may  put 
an  end  to  the  barbarous  struggle  (the  present  class 
struggle)  by  abolition  of  the  classes,  the  restoration  of 
the  land  and  of  all  the  means  of  production,  trans- 
portation, and  distribution  to  the  people  as  a  collective 
body,  and  the  substitution  of  the  cooperative  common- 
wealth for  the  present  state  of  planless  production,  in- 
dustrial war,  and  social  disorder,  a  commonwealth  in 
which  every  worker  shall  have  the  free  exercise  and 
full  benefit  of  his  faculties,  multiplied  by  all  the  mod- 
ern factors  of  civilization."  This  the  bull-moosers 
have  summarized  in  a  declaration  that  "the  supreme 
duty  of  the  nation  is  the  conservation  of  human  re- 
sources through  an  enlightened  measure  of  social  and 
industrial  justice."  The  same  Socialist-Labor  conven- 
tion demanded  "an  efficient  employers'  liability  law," 
the  right  of  the  people  "according  to  the  referendum 
principle  to  vote  upon  all  measures  of  importance,"  the 
"equalization  of  women's  wages,"  and  "universal  and 
equal  right  of  suffrage,  without  regard  to  color,  creed, 
or  sex."  Now  come  the  bull-moosers  sixteen  years 
after  with  a  rehash  of  these  "demands"  as  necessary 
"to  build  a  new  and  nobler  commonwealth." 


We  have  noted  these  parallelisms  even  at  some  risk 
of  being  tedious  because  they  show  the  position  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  party  in  relation  to  the  general  scheme  of 
politics  in  years  recently  past.  Having  stolen  the  name 
of  progressivism,  the  Roosevelt  movement  now  borrows 
the  principles  of  the  Socialist-Laborites.  In  1S96  Mr. 
Roosevelt  employed  all  his  energies  to  combat  the 
scheme  of  the  Socialist-Labor  party.  And  in  the  in- 
tervening years  he  has  been  dealing  with  that  party 
and  its  schemes  with  all  the  severities  and  all  the 
powers  at  his  command.  He  now  takes  up  and  seek- 
to  make  his  own,  as  if  they  were  newly  discovered  prin- 
ciples, declarations  and  demands  which  have  been  fa- 
miliar for  the  better  part  of  two  decades. 

There  was  much  in  the  Socialist-Labor  platform  of 
1896  that  was  true  and  always  will  be  true — much  that 
has  been  expressed  in  platforms  of  all  parties  since 
platforms  were  first  made.  But  in  the  Socialistic  plat- 
form above  quoted,  now  reechoed  and  endorsed  by  the 
bull-moosers,  there  is  much  that  is  extreme  and  dan- 
gerous. Mr.  Roosevelt  in  his  platform,  new  and  bor- 
rowed, preaches  contempt  for  constitutions,  defiance  .if 
law — in  effect  for  government  without  law  plus  a 
cloudy  vision  of  things  so  high  and  pure  as  to  be  above 
law — calling  his  scheme  by  fine  names  drawn  from  the 
moral  ideals  of  all  parties.  Under  these  high  n 
he    would    establish    the    despotism    of 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24.  1912. 


jority.  Stripped  of  its  unction  and  pretense,  of  its 
affected  deferences,  his  scheme  is  that  of  socialism  as  it 
has  been  presented  in  better  form  by  its  honest  cham- 
pions this  twenty-five  years  and  more.  It  is  not  sur- 
prising that  there  are  Socialists  who  encourage  and 
support  him.  There  is  cause  for  surprise  that  there 
are  those  who  think  they  abhor  socialism  who  fail  to 
see  in  the  aberrations  and  tendencies  of  Mr.  Roosevelt 
a  menace  to  the  order  and  stability  of  society. 


That  Mr.  Roosevelt's  political  movement  will  attain 
a  positive  success  in  this  campaign  is  not  think- 
able. The  most  to  be  feared  from  it  is  the  defeat  of  a 
worthy  administration  with  the  turning  over  of  the 
government  to  the  Democratic  party.  Mr.  Roosevelt 
will  surely  be  beaten.  But  that  is  far  from  assurance 
that  he  will  cease  to  be  a  menace  to  the  orderly  life 
of  the  country.  He  has  now,  as  his  platform  demon- 
strates, to  advance  only  another  and  an  easy  step  to 
enter  the  ranks  of  professed  socialism.  It  is  only 
four  years  ago  that  he  was  fighting  progressivism 
with  "all  his  might,  even  to  the  extent  of  em- 
ploying against  it  the  powers  of  the  presidential 
office.  Today  he  has  assumed  the  cloak  of  progres- 
sivism and  under  it  has  advanced  to  the  border-line 
.  if  socialism.  Is  there  any  reason  to  believe  that  one 
so  addicted  to  reconvictions,  one  so  infatuated  by  ambi- 
tion and  so  controlled  by  the  vanities  of  an  aberrent 
temperamentalism  will  now  halt?  Is  there  not  every 
reason  to  believe  that  the  impulses  and  tendencies 
which  have  carried  Mr.  Roosevelt  from  conservatism 
to  radicalism  will  in  another  four  years  urge  him  still 
forward  and  make  him  an  avowed  champion  of  the 
doctrines  of  socialism?  We  are,  we  suspect,  to  hear 
more  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  and  in  a  character  as  far  ad- 
vanced from  his  present  position  as  his  immediate 
status  is  advanced  from  the  character  in  which  he  stood 
before  the  country  at  the  time  of  his  election  to  the 
presidency.  

We  have  defined  the  utmost  possibility  of  the  Roose- 
velt movement  in  this  campaign  as  the  defeat  of  a 
worthy  administration  and  of  a  capable  political  party. 
Now,  assuming  Republican  defeat  and  Democratic  suc- 
cess, what  is  likely  to  follow?  The  question  does  not 
call  for  prophecy;  plain  common  sense  may  give 
the  answer.  Democracy  will  take  over  the  govern- 
ment in  the  spirit  of  elation  and  under  the  direction 
of  a  scholastic  theorist.  There  will  follow  reform  of 
the  tariff,  reform  of  the  revenue  laws,  reform  of  pretty 
much  everything  else.  So  abrupt  and  so  many  will 
be  the  changes  as  to  disturb  and  unsettle  business.  We 
shall  certainly  have  a  period  like  that  which  stopped 
the  factories,  shut  down  the  mines,  and  emptied  the 
dinner-pails  when  Democracy  last  took  its  trick  at  the 
administrative  wheel.  To  many  hard  times  means  dis- 
tressing poverty ;  poverty  means  discontent ;  discontent 
in  the  present  state  of  the  public  mind  will  mean  dis- 
gust with  established  systems  and  old  parties — it  will 
tremendously  augment  the  socialistic  spirit  and  senti- 
ment of  the  country.  Need  anybody  question  what  Mr. 
Theodore  Roosevelt  will  do  in  such  a  crisis?  Is  there 
need  to  tell  that  he  will  proclaim  himself  champion  of 
the  people  and,  under  any  professions  or  pretensions 
that  may  serve  the  immediate  ho.ur,  offer  to  lead  them 
to  a  social  and  industrial  millennium?  Here  is  the 
future  of  Theodore  Roosevelt,  marked  out  plainly  for 
the  presidential  year  of  1916,  in  the  event  of  his  sue- 
in  the  effort  to  defeat  Mr.  Taft. 

Mr.  Roosevelt  is  not  now  in  a  positive  and  genuine 
sense  a  candidate  for  the  presidency.  He  is  "in  the 
ring,"  not  to  win  for  himself,  but  to  defeat  Mr.  Taft. 
But  he  is  sifting,  organizing,  and  inspiring  his  forces 
in  preparation  for  a  campaign  to  come  when  his  can- 
will  stand  upon  a  positive  basis. 


The  Crisis  in  China. 
Ever  since  the  first  successes  of  the  Chinese  revolu- 
tion the  A\  :  consistent  in  asserting  that 
there  is  no  republic  in  China  and  that  there  never  will 
be  a  republic  in  China  until  the  national  character  has 
been  wholly  changed.  That  view  has  now  been  con- 
firmed by  the  news  from  Peking.  It  presents  a  pic- 
lure  as  wholly  undemocratic,  as  wholly  unrepublican, 
as  can  be  found  in  the  world.  Yuan  Shi  Kai,  politely 
described  as  president,  is  acting  the  part  of  dictator 
and  despot,  which  is  the  only  part  he  has  ever  acted 
or  that  he  understands.  To  oppose  his  will  is  to  in- 
vile  instant  and  cruel  death  without  hearing  or  trial. 
A  party  of  futilities  known  as  the  National  Assembly 
r  solutions  and  goes  through  the  motions  of 
mii-rt,  but  the  actual  government  is  in  the  hands 


of  the  wily  president  and  of  him  alone,  and  Yuan  Shi 
Kai  is  quite  as  capable  of  decapitating  the  whole  .Na- 
tional Assembly  as  of  executing  the  few  generals  who 
opposed  him.  He  will  probably  do  so  if  he  scents  any 
actual  danger  from  that  quarter,  and  in  so  doing  he 
would  be  acting  strictly  in  line  with  the  precedents  of 
Chinese  government. 

Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen,  from  whom  China  expected  so 
much  and  has  received  so  little,  is  an  illustration  of  how 
the  most  able  of  agitators  may  become  the  most  inca- 
pable of  administrators.  At  one  time  it  seemed  that  Dr. 
Sun  was  the  revolution  and  that  the  revolution  was  Dr. 
Sun.  He  became  provisional  president  only  to  find  that 
the  burden  was  far  too  heavy  for  ijjm  to  carry.  No  one 
knew  Yuan  Shi  Kai  better  than  he  did,  no  one  was 
more  familiar  with  his  character,  reputation,  and 
record,  and  yet  he  seems  to  have  deliberately  placed 
him  where  he  now  is  while  he  himself  started  through 
the  country  on  a  crazy  campaign  for  socialism,  single 
tax,  and  all  the  bag  of  tricks  that  make  up  the  equip- 
ment of  the  American  agitator.  It  is  believed  that 
Sun  Yat  Sen  may  have  been  executed  by  Yuan  Shi 
Kai,  and  we  can  hardly  be  surprised  if  the  report 
prove  true,  and  while  the  Argonaut  does  not  approve 
of  executions  of  this  kind  it  believes  that  China  might 
eventually  recover  even  from  so  staggering  a  blow  as 
the  loss  of  Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen. 

Government  by  the  executioner  is  horrible  from  the 
standpoint  of  modern  civilization,  but  there  may  be 
people  whose  standards  will  not  allow  them  to  be  gov- 
erned in  any  other  way.  There  was  not  a  single  white 
authority  on  Chinese  affairs  who  did  not  believe  that  a 
Chinese  republic  was  an  impossibility,  an  absurdity, 
and  certain  to  be  followed  by  convulsions.  There  was 
not  a  single  authority  who  did  not  know  that  Yuan 
Shi  Kai  would  govern  in  the  only  way  possible  in 
China,  and  probably  Yuan  Shi  Kai,  in  spite  of  his 
atrocities,  is  the  only  man  who  has  any  chance  of  suc- 
cess. That  there  must  be  another  and  a  far  greater 
convulsion  seems  almost  inevitable,  since  nothing  is 
so  dangerous  as  to  strike  the  fetters  from  an  ancient 
slavery.  China  has  been  introduced,  not  to  liberty, 
but  to  license.  Having  overthrown  one  government, 
what  more  easy  than  to  overthrow  another?  If  the 
Manchus  can  be  defied,  all  authority  can  be  defied. 
Once  disturb  the  habit  of  obedience,  even  to  a  tyranny, 
and  the  habit  of  disobedience  and  turmoil  takes  its 
place.  Mexico,  Turkey,  and  Portugal  are  all  cases  in 
point,  and  now  China  is  added  to  the  number. 


Public  Ownership. 

Public  ownership  of  public  utilities,  either  spoken  or 
written,  has  a  fetching  sound;  and  it  is  especially  con- 
vincing in  quarters  where  there  has  been  no  direct  ob- 
servation of  the  methods  by  which  public  business  is 
usually  if  not  invariably  carried  on.  But  the  history 
of  our  salt-water  system  of  fire  protection  ought 
to  be  illuminating  even  to  minds  exceptionally 
dense.  The  municipality  built  a  reservoir  of  great 
capacity  and  at  large  cost  near  Twin  Peaks  only  to 
find  that  the  plans  were  wrong,  the  inspection  imper- 
fect, and  the  work  faulty.  The  reservoir  is  beautiful 
to  look  at  and  the  views  from  round  about  it  are 
amazingly  fine.  The  site  appears  to  have  been  ad- 
mirably chosen  from  an  artistic  standpoint;  and  as  a 
piece  of  "engineering"  the  reservoir  is  a  wonder. 
There  is  only  one  difficulty — the  blamed  thing  won't 
hold  water.  They  do  say  that  it  can  be  remedied  by 
another  large  outlay  of  money,  but  this  is  only  the  tes- 
timony of  an  engineer,  and  therefore  subject  to  serious 
question. 

Then  we  dug  trenches  and  bought  pipe  at  a  cost  of 
many  hundreds  of  thousands  of  dollars  only  to  find 
that  the  joints  have  been  improperly  "wiped" — what- 
ever that  may  mean — with  result  that  the  system  leaks 
out  water  nearly  as  fast  as  it  can  be  pumped  in.  But 
this  is  not  all.  By  some  miscalculation,  or  rather  by 
one  of  many  miscalculations,  we  bought  at  a  cost  of 
approximately  two  hundred  thousand  dollars  something 
more  than  twenty  miles  of  pipe  for  which  we  have  no 
need  unless  at  some  possible  future  time  it  may  be 
found  necessary  to  extend  the  system.  Then  no  doubt 
the  reservoirs  will  be  found  too  small  and  it  will  be 
necessary  to  make  them  over  again.  Then  no  doubt 
the  pumping  plant  will  not  be  big  enough  for  the  reser- 
voirs. And  again  there  will  be  reconstruction  and 
waste.  When  all  this  shall  be  accomplished  it  will  be 
in  due  order  to  discover  that  the  distributing  mains  are 
not  of  sufficient  capacity.  The  subject  might  be  pur- 
sued indefinitely  along  these  lines  if  further  present- 
ments were  necessa      to  demonstrate  that  the  job  from 


start  to  finish — if  there  shall  ever  be  a  finish — has  been 
misconceived,  mismanaged,  bungled  by  neglect,  bungled 
by  a  meddling  interference,  bungled  by  contract, 
bungled  without  contract — bungled  and  rebungled  and 
still  bungled  again. 

And  yet  there  are  those  who  prate  of  municipal  own- 
ership, of  public  administration  and  all  the  jargon  of 
socialistic  theory,  uninstructed  by  observation,  un- 
daunted by  experience,  unabashed  by  showings  of  the 
everlasting  incompetence  of  municipalism  allied  with 
politics,  confounded  by  politico-engineering,  and  cursed 
by  labor-unionism.  There  are  those  who  in  the  face 
of  a  whole  series  of  experiences  like  that  of  our  salt- 
water system  think,  it  would  be  prudent  and  prac- 
ticable to  take  over  not  only  the  water  system,  but  the 
services  of  local  transportation,  parcels  delivery,  gas 
and  electric  supply,  and  all  the  rest  of  it.  Hopeful 
souls  these,  who  under  the  infatuations  of  theory  and 
the  pigheadedness  of  incurable  stupidity,  lack  the  wit 
to  learn  the  simplest  lessons  from  the  plainest  demon- 
strations. 

• 

The  Darrow  Verdict. 

A  Los  Angeles  jury  has  decided  that  Clarence  Dar- 
row, acting  as  chief  counsel  in  the  McNamara  case, 
did  not  offer  a  bribe  to  George  N.  Lockwood,  a  tales- 
man in  the  same  case.  The  jury  does  not  deny  that 
a  bribe  was  offered  by  some  one,  and  that  the  object 
of  the  bribe  was  the  release  of  the  McNamaras,  even 
then  on  the  verge  of  confession.  But  the  bribe,  al- 
though it  was  offered,  was  not  offered  by  Mr.  Darrow. 
"Some  one  else,"  says  the  foreman  of  the  jury,  "fur-, 
nished  the  bribe-money.  We  were  all  convinced  of 
that,  and  it  is  now  up  to  the  district  attorney  to  bring 
that  man  to  the  bar  of  justice."  Doubtless  the  district 
attorney  believes  that  he  has  already  done  this  very 
thing,  and  fruitlessly,  seeing  that  he  now  intends  to  in- 
stitute new  proceedings  against  Mr.  Darrow  and  upon 
a  new  charge  of  bribing  Juror  Bain.  If  indeed  there 
was  "some  one  else,"  well  supplied  with  money  and 
intent  upon  spending  that  money  for  purposes  of 
bribery  in  the  McNamara  interests,  it  would  be  well  for 
us  to  know  who  that  person  is.  When  an  effort  was 
made  to  secure  an  accounting  of  the  McNamara  de- 
fense fund — an  accounting  that  is  not  yet  made  and 
that  never  will  be  made — it  was  asserted  that  the  whole 
amount  was  turned  over  to  Mr.  Darrow  and  that  not 
so  much  as  a  nickel  was  spent  without  his  authority. 
Evidently  there  was  a  mistake  here  somewhere.  It  is 
apparent  from  the  finding  of  the  jury  that  "some  one 
else"  had  a  hand  in  the  disbursement  of  the  fund  and 
was  intrusted  with  the  generous  supplies  needed  for 
jury  corruption.  But  we  need  not  be  too  sanguine  of 
catching  him.  Our  system  of  law  is  not  devised  for 
the  punishment  of  criminals  who  happen  also  to  be 
labor  unionists. 

It  was  an  amazing  trial  from  beginning  to  end,  a 
trial  that  seemed  to  be  intended  more  as  a  public  show 
than  an  inquiry  into  facts.  One  of  its  most  extraordi- 
nary features  was  the  harangue  of  Mr.  Lincoln  Steffens, 
who  was  called  to  testify  as  to  some  point  of  secondary 
importance  and  who  was  then  allowed  to  occupy  hours 
with  an  incendiary  tirade  in  which  a  disgusting  form 
of  piety  was  urged  in  defense  of  wholesale  murder. 
Then  came  the  speech  of  Mr.  Darrow  himself,  and 
while  some  latitude  may  be  allowed  to  a  man  engaged 
in  his  own  defense  we  shall  have  to  look  far  for  a 
parallel  to  such  a  plea  as  this.  The  murder  of  twenty 
people,  accordjng  to  Mr.  Darrow,  was  not  a  crime  at 
all.  It  was  a  "moral  accident,"  whatever  that  may  be. 
Unsuccessful  in  their  efforts  in  other  directions  the 
McNamaras  had  felt  it  necessary  to  "throw  dynamite." 
an  error  of  judgment  certainly,  but  not  one  that  should 
be  visited  too  heavily  upon  the  heads  of  "the  boys." 
Under  such  circumstances  he  had  felt  it  his  duty  to 
come  to  their  defense  and  to  rescue  them  from  "the 
plotters,"  it  being  understood  that  "the  plotters"  were 
the  ordinary  law  officers  of  the  state  engaged  in  their 
proper  work  of  detecting  the  authors  of  a  bloody,  cow- 
ardly, and  cruel  crime.  Under  this  impetus  he  "gave 
his  Tife-blood."  and  "tared  his  breast,"  and  did  all  the 
other  things  that  appeal  to  the  melodramatic  instinct  in 
theatres  and  court-rooms.  Knowing  that  his  villain- 
ous clients,  his  "boys,"  were  guilty,  with  their  confes- 
sion in  his  pocket,  he  moved  heaven  and  earth  to  per- 
suade the  jury  and  the  world  that  they  were  not  guilty, 
just  as  he  and  Steffens  and  the  other  blackhanders  are 
now  moving  heaven  and  earth  to  familiarize  us  with 
the  idea  of  murder  as  a  legitimate  if  somewhat  ad- 
vanced form  of  agitation.  After  reading  Mr.  Darrow's 
speech    it    becomes    almost    unimportant    whether    he 


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bribed  or  did  not  bribe  a  juryman.  His  speech  is  in 
itself  an  evidence  of  far  worse  offenses  than  bribing 
jurymen.  It  bespeaks  an  utter  lack  of  moral  sense 
made  all  the  more  detestable  by  sickly  piety  and  poison- 
ous sentiment.  If  Mr.  Darrow's  opinions  should  meet 
with  general  acceptance  they  would  destroy  society  in 
a  week. 

But  Mr.  Darrow's  oratory  had  its  due  effect.  It 
seems  to  have  unseated  what  the  jurors  and  the  spec- 
tators would  doubtless  call  their  reason.  Mr.  Darrow 
was  kissed  by  scores  of  women,  one  of  the  jurors  said 
that  it  was  the  happiest  moment  of  his  life,  while  the 
judge  himself,  giving  way  for  a  moment  to  those  softer 
feelings  that  adorn  our  common  humanity,  remarked 
that  "there  are  millions  of  people  throughout  the  land 
who  are  today  crying  Hallelujah.  I  congratulate  you, 
Mr.  Darrow.  God  bless  you."  If  the  opinions  of  the 
Deity  upon  the  subject  of  murder  are  those  held  by 
the  majority  of  men  it  is  to  be  feared  that  the  judicial 
invocation  will  be  inoperative,  and  in  any  case  it  would 
be  interesting  to  know  if  this  same  judge  will  preside 
over  Mr.  Darrow's  second  trial  on  practically  the  same 
charge.  Without  any  disposition  to  cavil  at  the  ver- 
dict, we  may  yet  wonder  at,  and  deplore,  the  popular 
enthusiasm  that  it  evoked.  It  seems  to  show  the  frailty 
of  the  base  upon  which  our  civilization  rests  and  the 
extent  to  which  the  sentiments  of  sober  justice  may  be 
submerged  by  passion  and  hysteria. 


General  Booth. 

The  death  of  General  Booth,  which  was  announced  on 
Wednesday,  will  be  the  end  of  an  era  in  the  life  of  the 
Salvation  Army.  General  Booth  was  eighty-three  years 
of  age.  He  had  been  totally  and  hopelessly  blind  for 
many  months,  and  although  the  active  direction  of  af- 
fairs had  already  passed  from  his  hands  his  final  dis- 
appearance will  be  a  distinct  loss  to  a  public,  stage  upon 
which  large  figures  are  already  rare  enough.  And 
whatever  we  may  think  of  General  Booth's  religious 
and  social  schemes,  there  will  be  no  disposition  to 
deny  him  a  great  and  a  dignified  place  in  the  life  of 
the  world.  He  was  one  of  the  few  men  capable  of 
broad-gauge  thinking.  He  could  plan  largely,  and  he 
was  an  organizer  and  an  administrator.  If  we  fur- 
ther accord  him  a  certain  passion  for  beneficence,  a  sort 
of  crusading  enthusiasm  for  charity,  it  will  be  seen 
that  we  have  all  the  elements  for  distinction,  and  a 
sufficient  explanation  of  the  depth  of  the  furrow  that 
General  Booth  was  able  to  plow  in  the  thought  of  his 
day. 

Success  and  failure  are  relative  terms,  and  it  would 
be  a  mistake  to  apply  either  of  them  without  cautious 
limitations  to  the  work  of  General  Booth.  His  the- 
ology was  of  a  kind  that  is  now  almost  extinct,  that 
may  still  be  found  here  and  there  in  country  villages, 
but  that  has  been  deliberately  rejected  by  the  best  re- 
ligious thought  of  the  day.  But  it  was  not  upon  the 
shoulders  of  its  theology  that  the  Salvation  Army 
climbed  into  notoriety.  What  Huxley  described  as  its 
corybantic  activities  had  won  for  it  a  certain  amount 
of  half-doubting,  half-scornful  applause  when  suddenly 
General  Booth  called  attention  to  what  he  described 
as  the  submerged  tenth  in  English  life  and  practically 
made  an  offer  to  abolish  it  with  its  attendant  slums, 
ghettos,  miseries,  and  nastinesses  for  the  sum  of  five 
million  dollars.  That  offer  made  him  the  man  of  the 
day  in  English  life.  Friends  and  foes  of  his  schemes 
sprang  up  by  the  hundred  over  night,  and  while  on 
the  one  hand  Mr.  Stead  championed  the  general  with 
the  considerable  forces  of  his  pen  and  his  voice,  Pro- 
fessor Huxley  on  the  other  hand  denounced  the  whole 
Salvation  Army  organization  as  a  public  peril  and  as 
the  beginning  of  a  dangerous  and  inquisitorial  religious 
caste.  There  is  no  need  now  to  recall  the  incidents  of 
a  public  discussion  that  was  carried  on  with  energy 
and  often  with  acrimony.  General  Booth  was  given 
the  five  million  dollars  for  which  he  asked,  or  at  least 
a  large  part  of  it,  and  at  once  there  was  a  mushroom 
growth  of  lodging-houses,  "doss  houses,"  night  shel- 
ters, and  wood-chopping  yards.  But  it  need  hardly  be 
said  that  there  was  no  appreciable  diminution  in  the 
miseries  of  the  slums.  The  sweater  remained  at  his 
old  trade,  the  unemployable  were  as  unemployable  as 
ever,  and  there  was  a  fresh  proof  of  the  obvious  truth 
that  the  squalor  of  the  slums,  the  miseries  of  the  sweat- 
shop and  ghetto,  the  destitution  and  the  horrors  that 
actually  stink,  are  due  not  so  much  to  social  inequali- 
ties or  to  the  lack  of  material  charities  as  to  the  diseased 
spots  in  human  nature,  the  cankers  that  can  be  removed 
neither  by  a  religious  dogma  nor  by  a  soup  kitchen. 
General  Booth  filled  thousands  of  empty  stomachs,  but 


he  had  no  plan  by  which  they  could  be  kept  filled.  He 
had  a  hundred  palliatives  for  the  symptoms,  but  not  a 
single  cure  for  the  disease.  It  is  now  some  years  since 
we  have  heard  much  of  the  social  work  of  the  Salva- 
tion Army,  and  what  we  have  heard  is  not  encouraging. 
Thomas  Holmes,  author  of  "London's  Underworld," 
and  the  secretary  of  the  Howard  Association,  uses  the 
following  significant  words: 

General  Booth  would  almost  break  his  heart  if  he  knew  the 
proportion  of  men  who  have  been  "saved"  in  the  sense  that 
he  most  values,  through  his  social  scheme.  But  he  ought  to 
know,  and  the  church  and  the  world  ought  to  know,  and  in 
order  that  it  may  I  will  make  bold  ,  to  say  that  the  officials 
can  not  put  their  hands  on  the  names  of  a  thousand  men  in 
all  parts  of  the  world  who  are  today  members  of  the  army 
who  were  converted  at  the  penitent  form  of  shelters  and  ele- 
vators, who  are  now  earning  a  living  outside  the  control  of 
the  army's  social  work. 

However  great  may  be  the  failure  of  the  army's 
social  work,  the  example  of  a  strong,  brave  life  must 
always  be  a  success,  and  this  is  the  example  that  has 
been  furnished  by  the  life  of  General  Booth.  If  the 
shame  of  the  slums  is  ever  to  be  removed  from  our 
midst  it  will  be  done  not  by  religious  creeds,  or  ban- 
ners, not  by  hymn-singing  or  tambourines,  but  by  the 
efforts  of  cool-headed  men  and  women  of  intellect  who 
will  address  themselves  to  the  problem  with  all  the 
dispassion  of  the  surgeon  or  the  engineer. 


Editorial  Notes. 

Action  on  the  part  of  Congress  designed  not  upon 
calculations  of  public  welfare,  but  to  embarrass  a  polit- 
ical opponent,  may  well  be  characterized  as  cheap  poli- 
tics. This  is  precisely  the  phrase  which  fits  the  recent 
action  of  Congress  with  respect  to  certain  appropria- 
tion bills  and  to  certain  aspects  of  the  protective  tariff. 
These  measures  have  not  been  enacted  in  good  faith. 
They  are  mere  devices  planned  to  "put  Taft  in  a  hole." 
The  President,  in  cooperation  with  Congress,  has  set 
on  foot  a  systematic  plan  of  tariff  revision  under  the 
avowed  principle  of  making  the  tariff  equalize  the 
charges  of  production  at  home  and  abroad — this  in 
respect  of  and  in  support  of  our  higher  standards  of 
industrial  life.  The  bills  now  presented  to  the  Presi- 
dent have  been  gotten  up  in  contempt  for  this  plan. 
They  represent  nothing  more  worthy  than  an  effort 
to  embarrass  the  President.  But  Mr.  Taft  is  a  hard 
man  to  put  in  a  hole,  because  he  is  a  man  without  dis- 
guises and  without  fear.  He  makes  mistakes,  beyond 
question,  but  they  are  not  the  mistakes  of  one  who 
cowers  or  dodges.  When  Mr.  Taft  sees  a  plain  duty 
before  him,  he  walks  a  straight  course.  He  has  done 
just  this  in  his  recent  vetoes.  He  has  rejected  the 
tariff  bills  because,  first,  they  are  unintelligent,  mis- 
chievous, and  under  the  circumstances  impertinent, 
second,  because  they  are  designed,  not  as  serious  legis- 
lation, but  for  political  effect.  Mr.  Taft  has  vetoed 
one  or  two  appropriation  bills  because  they  have  car- 
ried "riders"  in  violation  of  every  legitimate  principle 
in  legislation,  and  further  because  they  are  intended 
merely  to  embarrass  and  affront  the  President.  Of 
course  Mr.  Taft  is  right— right  on  principle,  right  un- 
der the  rules  of  consistency  and  good  faith,  right  in 
not  permitting  himself  to  be  put  into  a  hole. 


Long  ago  the  Argonaut  learned  to  hold  in  tentative 
esteem  all  fearsome  discoveries  of  sensational  news- 
papers. Such  discoveries  usually  proceed  directly  from 
the  calculations  of  some  shrewd  "circulation"  schemer. 
Probably  the  discovery  by  a  Call  "commissioner"  that 
the  state's  insane  wards  at  Napa  are  miserably  fed  is 
just  a  cheap  effort  to  present  something  calculated  to 
"thrill"  the  public.  Nevertheless  the  matter  ought  to 
be  investigated,  not  by  some  state  official  under  bonds 
to  sustain  the  administration  and  avoid  scandal,  but  by 
some  disinterested  and  competent  authority.  We  hear 
of  several  women's  clubs  organized  presumably  to  af- 
ford occupation  to  beneficent  and  well-intentioned  per- 
sons eager  for  some  sort  of  career.  We  commend  to 
one  of  these  clubs,  or  to  all  of  them,  the  project  of  a 
commission  of  four  or  five  persons  accompanied  by 
dietary  and  medical  experts  to  look  into  affairs  not 
only  at  Napa,  but  at  other  asylums  for  the  insane.  If 
the  state  administration  while  expending  its  energies 
and  a  good  deal  of  public  money  on  Bull  Moose  poli- 
tics is  permitting  the  insane  of  California  to  go  half- 
starved,  the  public  ought  to  know  about  it. 


of  the  ticket — Roosevelt  and  Johnson — had  been  I 
rated  with  the  portraits  of  Roosevelt  and  Johnson  be- 
fore the  convention  met — and  by  Roosevelt's  order. 
It  appears  that  all  the  talk  of  other  vice-presidential 
candidates  was  mere  gammon,  permitted  and  encour- 
aged by  the  chief  hull  moose  to  give  an  air  of  verisi- 
militude to  the  procedure.  As  a  matter  of  fact  John- 
son, probably  unknown  to  himself,  had  been  picked  and 
slated  for  the  nomination  before  the  convention  met. 
Of  course  there  was  no  dictation — no  bossing — nothing 
but  "free  and  untrammeled  action"  on  the  part  of  the 
delegates. 

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POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


"Convenient  and  Manageable." 
Mr.  Roosevelt  is  the  platform,  his  innumerable  speeches  and 
writings  are  the  platform.  The  formal  resolutions  can  not 
disagree  with  him,  he  would  not  have  it.  He  is  the  whole 
campaign  of  socialism,  but  in  Governor  Johnson  of  California 
the  convention  has  given  him  a  fitting  associate.  Of  all  the 
seven  governors,  Johnson  was  the  wildest.  His  state  has 
gone  further  than  any  other  in  progressive  adventure.  Mr. 
Roosevelt  knows  what  it  all  means,  Johnson  has  no  idea  what 
it  means,  but  that  makes  him  a  more  convenient  and  manage- 
able running  mate. — New  York  Times. 


The  Republican  Party. 
The  Republican  party  is  no  less  sectional  today  than  it 
was  in  the  days  of  Lincoln,  Grant,  Garfield,  McKinley,  and 
Roosevelt.  The  splendid  service  that  it  has  rendered  to  the 
people  of  the  United  States  and  to  civilization  has  been  ren- 
dered notwithstanding  the  fact  that  a  large  majority  of  those 
who  composed  it  lived  north  of  Mason  and  Dixon's  line. 
Speaking  from  a  personal  standpoint,  I  have  felt  that  as  the 
head  of  the  Republican  party  in  the  fifth  largest  Republican 
state  in  the  Union  and  the  largest  Republican  state  west  of 
the  Mississippi,  as  the  captain  of  the  ship  for  the  time  being, 
I  should  not  be  among  the  first  to  abandon  it  and  that  1 
should  not  abandon  it  at  all  unless  fully  convinced  that  it  is 
going  down. — Governor  Hadley   of  Missouri. 


A  Real  Progressive  and  a  Third  Party. 
I  do  not  believe  there  is  anything  to  be  gained  by  a  third 
party.  That  is  to  say,  I  do  not  believe  it  will  result  in 
greater  progress  toward  the  things  which  we  ought  to  do  or 
will  result  in  more  immediate  legislation  upon  those  things 
about  which  we  ought  to  legislate.  I  can  not  see  any  fruits 
to  be  gathered  from  that  effort.  I  do  not  believe  that  it  is 
possible  to  build  up  a  third  party  in  this  country  which  can 
get  hold  of  the  legislation  within  the  next  twenty  years. — 
Senator  Borah  of  Idaho. 


The  country  is  assured  that  there  was  no  dictation — 
no  bosstsm — in  the  Bull  Moose  convention  at  Chicago. 
Everything  done  was  the  "free  and  unfettered  choice 
of  the  delegates."  Yet  it  has  been  discoverd  that  the 
banner,  drawn  from  the  ceiling  and  unfolded  in  honor 


The  Real  Purpose. 
In  justice  to  Mr.  Roosevelt's  intelligence,  it  should  be  said 
that  this  speech  was  not  intended  as  a  programme  of  govern- 
ment. It  was  intended  as  a  cunning,  demagogic  bid  for  votes. 
If  Mr.  Roosevelt  were  President  again  he  would  not  under- 
take to  carry  out  this  speech  in  the  form  of  legislation  or 
administration.  He  would  undertake  only  enough  of  it  to 
keep  the  country  seething  with  agitation  and  his  own  name  on 
the  front  page  of  the  newspapers  every  morning. — New  York 
World.  

"Blacksmith"  Revision. 
Mr.  Taft  vetoed  the  wool  bill  a  year  ago  because  it  was  pre- 
pared before  the  report  of  the  Tariff  Board  on  the  wool 
schedule  was  available.  He  has  re-vetoed  it  now  because 
Congress  would  not  change  it  so  as  to  make  it  conform  to 
the  findings  of  the  Tariff  Board.  His  attitude  is  therefore 
honorably  consistent.  Senator  Cummins,  who  voted  for  the 
bill  a  year  ago,  thinking  that  its  rates  were  possibly  not  too 
low,  voted  against  it  this  year  because  in  the  light  of  the 
Tariff's  Board  report  he  found  that  they  were  too  low.  His 
testimony  is  unbiased,  because  he  is  not  a  supporter  of  the 
administration  and  has  always  favored  reasonable  cuts  in 
tariff  rates  on  manufactured  products,  but  not  cuts  deep 
enough  to  injure  American  industry.  Like  Mr.  Taft,  he  is  a 
believer  in  scientific  revision,  and  scientific  revision  has  been 
the  idea  furthest  from  the  brains  of  the  coalitionists  who 
knocked  the  wool  and  other  schedules  together,  as  Mr.  La 
Follette  expressed  it,  "with  blacksmith's  tools." — Springfield 
Rep  ublica  n.  — 

Omissions. 

You  may  look  in  vain  through  the  Roosevelt  confession  of 
faith  and  you  will  find  no  confession  that  involves  a  Roose- 
velt  explanation  of  his  position  on   the   following   live   issues: 

The  third-term  precedent  and  the  Roosevelt  personal  con- 
tract with  the  people  not  again  to  become  a  candidate  for 
the   presidency. 

The  fourteenth  and  fifteenth  amendments  to  the  Constitu- 
tion of  the  United  States  emancipating  the  negro,  making  him 
a  citizen  and  giving  him  equal  rights. 

Presidential    preference   primary    laws    for   white    men    only. 

The  Roosevelt  conspiracy  to  take  over  the  Republican  can- 
didates for  elector  and  to  deprive  Republicans  of  an  oppor- 
tunity  in  many  states  even  to   vote   for  their   own   candidates. 

The  bogus  Roosevelt  contests  before  the  late  Republican 
National   Convention, 

The  deal   with   McHarg  and   the   Southern  delegations. 

The   source   of  the   Roosevelt   campaign    funds. 

The  Roosevelt  partnership  with  George  \V.  Perkins,  the 
Steel  Trust,  and  the   Harvester  Trust. 

The  Roosevelt  alliance  with  Boss  Flinn  and  every  other 
boss  who  will   take   the   Roosevelt   oath   of  allegiance. 

The  Roosevelt  breach  with  La  Follette  after  an  express  in- 
vitation  to   La   Follette  to   enter   the  presidential   race. 

The  one-man  domination  of  the  National  Progressive  Con- 
vention and  the  preceding  state   conventions. 

The  Roosevelt  plan  to  bludgeon  all  progressives  and  all 
progressive  candidates  in  the  various  states,  however  dis- 
tinguished their  position,  however  conspicuous  their  service 
to  the  cause,  and  however  active  they  may  have  heretofore 
been  in  promoting  the  political  interests  of  Colonel  Roose- 
velt, unless  they  shall  leave  the  Republican  party  and  join 
with   him   in  the  effort  to  destroy   it. 

The  former  Roosevelt  sayings  on  woman  suffrage,  initia- 
tive, judicial   recall,  and  the  like. 

The  seven  and  one-half  years  of  successful  effort  as  Presi- 
dent to  avoid  action  on  the  tariff. 

Specific  indorsement  of  Canadian  reciprocity  in  l^IO  and 
repudiation   of  the   same   reciprocity  in    1913. 

Others  might  be  mentioned:  but  these  are  sufficient  to  indi- 
cate where  Colonel  Roosevelt  was,  and  where  he  is.  i.r  says 
he  is,  today. — Portland  Orcgonian. 


It  is  estimated  that  the   Mississippi  River  has  added 
1200  square  miles  to  the  land  area  of  ihi<  contini 
its  deposits. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Is  it  possible  that  there  are  partially  submerged  rocks  in 
the  Atlantic  Ocean,  and  so  close  to  the  steamship  routes  as  to 
constitute  a  danger?  The  Nautical  Gazette  answers  the  ques- 
tion in  the  affirmative  and  adds  that  some  of  these  rocks  arc 
so  close  to  the  place  where  the  Titanic  was  lost  as  to  suggest 
that  the  fatal  iceberg  was  aground  upon  one  of  them.  The 
Atlantic  Ocean,  be  it  remembered,  covers  a  large  area.  A 
rock  that  may  be  only  a  foot  or  so  above  the  water,  or  per- 
haps a  foot  or  so  below  the  water,  is  not  easy  to  see.  Such 
rocks  were  occasionally  reported  in  the  old  leisurely  days  of 
the  sailing  ship  and  they  made  a  sort  of  apologetic  appear- 
ance on  the  charts.  Then  they  were  removed  from  the 
charts  because  no  one  else  saw  them,  which  was  natural 
enough,  considering  the  aforesaid  size  of  the  Atlantic  Ocean 
and  the  inconspicuousness  of  a  rock  perhaps  no  larger  above 
the  water  than  a  dining-room  table.  For  example,  the  Nile 
Rocks  were  reported  in  1S79  by  Captain  Marvin  of  the  sailing 
ship  Nile  in  latitude  44.04,  longitude  49.09.  Captain  Marvin 
said  that  he  saw  "two  rocks  about  thirty-three  yards  apart, 
three  to  five  feet  above  the  water,"  but  no  one  else  ever  saw 
them.  The  Hervagault's  Breakers  in  latitude  41.20,  longi- 
tude 40. IS,  have  been  seen  twice,  first  in  1713  by  Captain 
Hervagault,  and  again  in  1827  by  Captain  Maxwell,  who  says 
that  the  breakers  were  caused  by  three  sunken  rocks.  Many 
other  rocks  have  been  reported  from  time  to  time  by  careful 
navigators,  but  the  modern  chart  ignores  all  these  reports, 
for  no  better  reason  than  that  they  have  never  been  con- 
firmed. And  yet  the  possibility  of  confirmation  would  be 
very  remote  in  the  case  of  a  practically  invisible  rock  level 
with  the  surface  and  in  the  vast  water  deserts  of  the  Atlantic 
Ocean.  . 

Those  who  suppose  that  religious  persecution  is  now  ex- 
tinct would  do  well  to  note  a  report  that  comes  from  Ferrol 
in  Spain.  A  marine  refused  to  kneel  at  the  moment  of  the 
elevation  of  the  host  in  the  arsenal  chapel  and  he  was 
promptly  arrested  and  orders  have  been  given  for  his 
trial  by  court-martial.  In  his  defense  he  explained  that 
he  was  a  Protestant,  that  he  had  so  declared  himself 
at  the  time  of  his  enlistment,  and  that  his  conscience 
would  not  allow  him  to  participate  in  a  Catholic  ceremony. 
It  will  be  interesting  to  see  what  punishment  will  be  meted 
out  to  this  audacious  marine  who  dares  to  have  religious  con- 
victions which,  as  we  all  know,  are  the  peculiar  prerogatives 
of  his  betters. 

The  first  International  Congress  on  Eugenics,  which  has 
just  met  in  London,  was  enthusiastic  enough  almost  to  per- 
suade us  that  its  members  knew  what  they  were  talking 
about.  If  we  would  only  allow  them  to  pass  a  few  laws  they 
would  regenerate  the  whole  human  race.  But  to  the  critical 
and  the  cynical  it  would  appear  that  Eugenics  is  a  sort  of 
new  scientific  Calvinism.  We  have  all  been  damned  or 
blessed  by  our  grandparents,  and  there  is  no  appeal.  From 
the  moment  of  our  birth  we  are  foreordained  to  criminality 
or  saintship,  and  a  glance  at  the  genealogical  chart  will  show 
ns  which  it  is.  If  any  doubt  still  remains  we  all  have  some 
physical  stigmata  of  irresistible  tendencies,  and  if  these  are 
adverse  the  best  thing  we  can  do  is  to  go  away  and  hang  our- 
selves, like  Judas  Iscariot,  first  signing  a  petition  to  parlia- 
ment to  pass  some  eugenic  law  that  will  effectually  prevent 
us  from  ever  being  born  again.  Here  and  there  in  the  Babel 
of  quackery  and  humbug  some  sane  voice  is  raised  to  reminc 
us  that  actually  we  know  nothing  whatever  about  heredity, 
that  it  is  all  guesswork,  and  that  stern  fact  is  fatal  even  to 
the  guesser.  

One  such  voice  of  sanity  in  London  asks  if  the  Eugenists 
would  have  forbidden  the  marriage  of  Marcus  Aurelius. 
Himself  the  best  and  wisest  monarch  that  ever  lived,  he  was 
none  the  less  the  father  of  Commodus,  who  was  as  vile  as 
his  father  was  virtuous.  Edward  I  of  England  was  a  pin- 
nacle of  virtue,  and  yet  his  son  was  a  dissolute  rascal,  but 
this  very  son  was  the  father  of  Edward  III,  the  pattern  of 
all  knightly  and  chivalrous  virtues.  Frederick  the  Great, 
who  worshipped  his  regiment  of  giant  grenadiers,  sought  to 
perpetuate  them  by  marrying  them  to  the  tallest  women  he 
could  find,  but  their  children  were  of  only  the  average  size, 
i  ioethe,  who  had  an  extraordinary  perfection  alike  of  mind 
and  body,  was  unable  to  perpetuate  his  kind.  Two  genera- 
tions  followed  him,  two  generations  of  nonentities,  and  then 
the  line  became  extinct.  Doubtless  the  Eugenists  mean  well, 
but  they  need  two  things  for  their  salvation.  First  of  all, 
they  should  study  the  obvious  and  visible  facts  of  the  world's 
history.  Secondly,  they  should  abandon  the  theory  that  sound 
minds  accompany  sound  bodies.  They  do  not.  The  world 
owes  infinitely  more  to  the  physically  weak  than  it  does  to 
the  physically  strong,  and  it  continues  to  be  almost  a  truism 
that  genius  rarely  shows  itself  in  a  healthy  body. 


The  London  Daily  Chronicle  says  that  the  Japanese  national 
anthem  is  the  most  poetically  worded  in  the  world,  with  the 
■  ion  of  the  Norwegian,  "Ja,  vi  elsker,"  written 
iornstjerne  Bjornson.  That  is,  of  course,  a  matter  of 
opinion,  but  the  Japanese  anthem  is  commendably  short  and 
makes,  in  its  English  form,  an  eminently  pleasing  poem.  Its 
ten   lines  are  as   follows : 

I  mil     this    grain    of    sand, 

I  o  sed   by    each    wavelet's    freak, 

Grow  to  a  cloud-girt  peak 
Tow  ering   ab(»  e  the  land  : 
Until  the  dewy  flake 

,      gold 
Swell  to  a  mighty  lake — 

Age  upon  age  untold 

Joy  t"  joy  manifold 
Add  for  our  Sovereign's 


Professor    Basil    Hall    Chamberlain    thinks    that    the   native 

i  istot    hi    is   guilty   of    patriotic    exaggeration    when 

i i*n        ,n  antiquity  of  twenty    i  to  the  royal 

teen  centuries,  says  the  profi     or,  i     long  ugh, 


but  even  then,  "all  deductions  made,  the  imperial  family 
stands  forth  proudly  as  the  oldest  in  the  world.  We  know 
positively  that  it  has  reigned  ever  since  the  dawn  of  history 
in  Japan  and  that  even  then  it  was  considered  of  immemorial 
aye."  

Australia  is  giving  to  the  world  a  good  example  of  the 
rake's  progress  under  the  guidance  of  its  labor  government. 
The  financial  policy  of  the  administration  is  simplicity  itself. 
It  may  be  epitomized  under  the  single  word  "doles."  Wher- 
ever there  is  a  class  of  the  community  whose  remuneration 
seems  to  be  insufficient  the  evil  is  rectified  by  gifts  of  public 
money,  it  being  the  fixed  conviction  of  the  labor  movement 
all  over  the  world  that  money  is  an  inexhaustible  and  self- 
productive  commodity  and  that  statesmanship  is  best  shown 
by  the  liberality  of  its  disbursement.  The  latest  proposal  is 
to  bestow  upon  every  needy  mother  the  sum  of  $25  upon 
the  registration  of  a  birth,  and  it  need  hardly  be  said  that 
the  proposal  is  a  popular  one  among  needy  mothers  and  their 
usually  more  needy  husbands.  No  one  has  yet  suggested 
that  needy  mothers  should  refrain  from  having  babies,  but 
possibly  that  idea  will  yet  dawn  upon  the  Australian  intelli- 
gence. The  new  premier  of  Victoria  has  just  drawn  attention 
to  the  actual  meaning  of  the  "doles"  system  as  it  will  apply 
to  the  individual  pocket.  Taking  the  lowest  possible  esti- 
mates and  excluding  the  maternity  grant,  which  is  still  em- 
bryotic,  he  finds  that  an  annual  sum  of  $80,000,000  will  be 
needed  to  pay  the  old  age  and  invalid  pensions,  to  endow 
the  children  under  fifteen  with  60  cents  a  week  each,  to  pay 
all  the  widows  $2.50  a  week,  and  to  feed  the  school  children 
at  a  cost  of  25  cents  a  week  each.  The  wide  publication  of 
these  figures  is  said  to  be  having  a  damaging  effect  on  the 
prospects  of  the  Labor  party  at  the  forthcoming  federal  elec- 
tions.   

The  New  York  Sun  describes  Mr.  Ameen  Rihani  of  New 
York  as  one  of  the  best  informed  men  in  America  on  the 
affairs  of  the  Mohammedan  world,  and  Mr,  Rihani  seems  to 
believe  that  the  Mohammedan  world  intends  to  make  war 
upon  the  Christian  world.  The  prospect  is  certainly  not  an 
ingratiating  one.  The  Moslems  can  easily  put  into  the  field 
an  army  of  5,500,000  fighting  men,  including  1,500,000  highly 
trained  soldiers  who  recognize  no  higher  authority  than  the 
Koran  and  no  higher  privilege  than  to  die  for  it.  The  opinion 
of  Mr.  Rihani  is  full  shared  by  the  Right  Reverend  Raphael 
Hawaweeny,  bishop  for  the  Syrian  races  in  America,  who  says 
that  the  Mohammedan  religion  is  making  vast  strides  in 
Africa  and  that  for  every  Christian  convert  it  would  be  safe 
to  count  two  Mohammedan.  In  Abyssinia  the  Christians  are 
being  driven  out  by  the  Mohammedans,  and  everywhere  may 
now  be  heard  the  "cries  of  the  monster  of  fanaticism,  which 
monster  Europe  is  provoking,  goading  to  criminal  violence, 
and  if  a  holy  war  breaks  out  on  Europe  must  be  the  guilt, 
which  centuries  of  righteousness  can  not  wash  away." 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Talking  of  the  great  sea  serpent  supposed  to  have  been 
seen  by  Miss  Rider  Haggard  and  her  friends,  and  which  has 
called  forth  the  usual  bray  of  ridicule  from  asinine  persons, 
here  is  the  latest  word  of  science  on  the  subject.  It  is  taken 
from  "Science  of  the  Sea,"  just  prepared  by  the  Challenger 
Society  and  edited  by  G.  Herbert  Fowler,  E.  A.,  Ph.  D.,  F. 
L.  S.,  etc.  Whatever  the  sea  serpent  may  be,  says  this  vol- 
ume, "the  many  accounts  of  its  appearance  deserve  a  patient 
hearing  and  judicial  investigation."  And  the  chapter  con- 
cludes with  the  following  exhortation  to  observation :  "But 
whether  the  great  sea  serpent  be  a  giant  cuttlefish,  or  Zeugle- 
dont  mammal,  or  whatever  else  it  may  be,  to  meet  it  on  the 
high  seas,  with  opportunity  to  observe,  sketch,  and  photograph 
it  is  something  for  which  the  seafaring  traveler  may  reason- 
ably keep  a  sharp  lookout,  that  he  may  see  this  marvel  of  all 
marvels  of  the  great  waters,  and  may  so  help  further  to  trans- 
mute this  old  tradition  into  the  language  of  prosaic  science." 


We  are  so  accustomed  to  hear  the  complacent  statement 
that  modern  science  has  banished  superstition  from  our  midst 
that  the  recent  speech  of  Professor  Flinders  Petrie,  the  emi- 
nent Egyptologist,  comes  with  somewhat  the  effect  of  a  dash 
of  cold  water.  No  doubt  the  attention  of  the  professor  has 
been  arrested  by  the  unblushing  avowal  of  Lord  Rosebery 
that  he  always  carried  an  amulet,  in  the  shape  of  a  Swastika 
and  his  half-humorous  confession  that  he  believed  in  its 
efficacy.  Now  Professor  Petrie  tells  us  that  one-fourth  of 
the  children  of  London,  rich  and  poor  alike,  are  supplied  by 
their  parents  with  amulets  and  wear  them  habitually.  It  is 
practically  the  same  thing,  says  the  professor,  as  the  phylac- 
teries worn  by  the  Jews,  and  we  need  not  remind  ourselves 
that  nearly  every  Catholic  wears  a  scapular.  Allied  to  the 
use  of  amulets  is  a  belief  in  the  virtue  of  "similars,"  of 
which  we  have  an  illustration  among  the  natives  of  India, 
who  wear  tiger's  claws  as  a  protection  against  tiger's  claws, 
and  among  the  people  of  Italy,  who  hang  rows  of  teeth 
around  the  necks  of  their  children  to  help  them  in  teething. 
The  professor  also  made  a  reference  to  the  .  thriving  trade 
done  by  the  modern  fortune  teller  as  proof  that  superstition 
can  be  routed  neither  by  civilization  nor  education,  that  it  is 
a  survival  from  antiquity  that  lies  so  deep  down  in  human 
nature  as  to  defy  eradication.  Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn. 


A  glass-bottomed  boat  now  building;  at  Camden, 
New  Jersey,  for  use  in  scientific  expeditions,  is  a  dis- 
tinct novelty.  It  is  sixty  feet  long  and  has  a  bottom. 
from  stem  to  stern,  of  plate  glass  fully  an  inch  thick. 
A  submarine  radio  light  will  illuminate  the  ocean 
depths  beneath,  and  in  addition  there  are  to  be  incanj 
descent  lamps  which  can  be  lowered  for  more  particular 
observations.  It  is  expected  that  the  craft  will  be  use- 
ful in  examining  wrecks;  meanwhile  it  is  to  be  used 
this  winter  for  marine  exploration  in  the  Gulf  of 
Mexico  and  about  the  Bahama  Islands.  It  may  point 
the  way  foe  further  development  of  submarine  vessels, 
making  them  useful  in  peace  as  well  as  war. 


Count  Rinaldo  Rinaldi. 
'Tis  a  dark-purple,  moonlighted  midnight; 

There  is  music  about  on  the  air. 
And,  where,  through  the  water,  fall  flashing 

The   oars   of  each  gay  gondolier, 
The  lamp-lighted  ripples  are  dashing, 

In   the  musical  moonlighted  air, 
To  the  music,  in  merriment ;  washing, 

And  splashing,  the  black  marble  stair 
That  leads  to  the  last  garden-terrace, 

Where  many  a  gay  cavalier 
And  many  a  lady  yet  loiter, 

Round  the  Palace  in  festival  there. 

'Tis  a  terrace  all  paven  mosaic — 

Black  marble,  and  green  malachite; 
Round   an   ancient   Venetian   Palace, 

Where  the  windows  with  lampions  are  bright. 
'Tis   an   evening   of  gala   and   festival, 

Music,   and  passion,   and  light. 
There  is  love  in  the  nightingales'  throats, 

That  sing  in  the  garden  so  well; 
There  is  love  in  the  face  of  the  moon  ; 

There  is  love  in  the  warm  languid  glances 

Of  the  dancers  adown   the  dim  dances  ; 
There  is  love  in  the  low  languid  notes 

That   rise   into    rapture,   and    swell, 
From  viol,  and  flute,  and  bassoon. 

The  tree  that  bends  o'er  the  water 

So  black,  is  a  black  cypress-tree. 
And  the  statue,  there,  under  the  terrace, 

Mnemosyne's  statue  must  be. 
There  comes  a  black  gondola  slowly 

To   the    Palace   in   festival   there ; 
And  the  Count  Rinaldo  Rinaldi 

Has  mounted  the  black  marble  stair. 

There  was  nothing  but  darkness,   and  midnight, 
And  tempest,  and  storm,  in  the  breast 

Of  the    Count   Rinaldo   Rinaldi, 

As  his  foot  o'er  the  black  marble  prest — 

The  glimmering  black  marble  stair 

Where  the  weed  in  the  green  ooze  is  clinging, 

That  leads  to  the  garden  so  fair, 

Where  the  nightingales  softly  are  singing — 
Where  the  minstrels  new  music  are  stringing, 

And  the  dancers  for  dancing  prepare. 

There  rustles  a  robe  of  white  satin  ; 

There's  a  footstep  falls  light  by  the  stair; 
There  rustles  a  robe  of  white  satin  ; 

There's  a  gleaming  of  soft  golden  hair  ; 
And  the  Lady  Irene  Ricasoli 

Stands  near  the  cypress-tree  there — 

Near   Mnemosyne's  statue  so   fair — 
The  Lady  Irene  Ricasoli, 

With  the  light  in  her  long  golden  hair. 

And   the   nightingales   softly   are   singing 

In   the   mellow  and   moonlighted  air  ; 
And   the   minstrels  their  viols   are   stringing; 

And  the  dancers  for  dancing  prepare. 

"Siora,"   the   Count   said   unto    her, 

"The  shafts  of  ill-fortune  pursue   me  ; 
The  old  grief  grows  newer  and  newer, 

The  old  pangs  are  never  at  rest ; 
And  the  foes  that  have  sworn  to  undo  me 

Have  left  me  no  peace  in  my  breast. 
They  have  slandered,  and  wronged,  and  maligned  me  ; 

Though  they  broke  not  my  sword  in  my  hand, 
They  have  broken  my  heart  in  my  bosom 

And  sorrow  my  youth  has  unmanned. 
But   I  love  you,   Irene,   Irene, 

With  such  love  as  the  wretched  alone 
Can  feel  from  the  desert  within  them 

Which    only   the   wretched   have   known  ! 
And  the  heart  of   Rinaldo  Rinaldi 

Dreads,   Lady,   no   frown  but  your  own, 
To  others  be  all  that  you  are,  love — 

A  lady  more   lovely   than  most; 
To  me — be  a  fountain,  a  star,   love, 

That  lights  to  his  haven  the  lost; 
A  shrine  that  with  tender  devotion, 

The  mariner  kneeling,   doth  deck 
With   the   dank   weeds  yet  dripping   from   ocean, 

And  the  last  jewel  saved  from  the  wreck. 

"None  heeds  us,  beloved  Irene  ! 

None  will   mark  if  we  linger  or  fly. 
Amid  all  the  mad  masks  in  yon  revel. 

There   is   not   an   ear  or  an  eye — 
Not  one — that  will  gaze  or  will  listen  ; 

And,  save  the  small  star  in  the  sky 
Which,  to  light  us,  so  softly  doth  glisten, 

There   is  none  will   pursue  us.   Irene. 

O  love  me,  O  save  me  I  die  ! 
I  am  thine,   O  be  mine,   O  beloved  ! 

"Fly  with  me,  Irene,  Irene  ! 

The  moon   drops  ;   the  morning  is  near. 
My   gondola   waits    by  the   garden 

And  fleet  is  my  own  gondolier!" 
What   the   Lady   Irene   Ricasoli, 

By   Mnemosyne's   statue   in   stone, 
Where  she   leaned,    'neath   the  black   cypress-tree, 
To  the  Count  Rinaldo  Rinaldi 

Replied  then,  it  never  was  known, 
And  known,  now,  it  never  will  be. 

But  the   moon   hath   been   melted   in   morning ; 

And  the  lamps  in  the  windows  are  dead  ; 
And  the  gay  cavaliers  from  the  terrace. 

And  the  ladies  they  laughed  with,   are  fled  ; 
And  the  music  is  husht  in   the  viols  ; 

And  the  minstrels,  and  dancers,  are  gone  ; 
And  the  nightingales  now  in  the  garden, 

From  singing  have  ceased,  one  by  one; 
But   the   Count   Rinaldo   Rinaldi 

Still  stands,   where   he  last  stood,  alone, 
'Neath  the  black   cypress-tree,   near  the  water. 

By  Mnemosyne's  statue  in  stone. 

O'er  his  spirit  was  silence  and  midnight. 

In  his  breast  was  the  calm  of  despair. 
He  took,  with  a  smile,   from  a  casket 

A  single  soft  curl  of  gold  hair — 

A  wavy  warm  curl  of  gold  hair. 
And   into   the  black-bosomed   water 

He.  flung  it  athwart  the  black  stair. 
The  skies,  they  were  changing  above  him  ; 

The  dawn,  it  came  cold  on  the  air  ; 
He  drew  from  his  bosom  a  kerchief— 

"Would,"  he  sighed,  "that  her  face  was  less  fair! 

That  her  face  was  less  hopelessly  fair." 
And  folding  the  kerchief,  he  covered 

The    eyes   of    Mnemosyne   there. 

-   — Ozven  Meredith, 


i 


August  24,  1912. 


THE    ARGON  A  U  T 


117 


NEW  YORK  PREPARES  TO  PROBE. 


A  Citizens'  Meeting  in  Cooper  Union  to   Induce   Examina- 
tion of  Police  Graft  and  Blackmail. 


One  of  the  morning  papers  reporting  last  night's 
mass  meeting  at  Cooper  Union  says  that  the  people 
present  "set  the  seal  of  disapproval"  on  the  graft  sys- 
tem in  the  police  department.  So  it  may  be  assumed 
safely  that  many  of  ns  really  do  not  approve  of  such 
goings  on.  In  fact,  we  have  gone  a  step  farther  than 
Police  Commissioner  Waldo,  who  denied  that  there  was 
a  graft  system,  and  have  recognized  a  condition  that 
has  been  apparent,  with  occasional  lapses,  since  the 
centre  of  municipal  politics  was  fixed  on  Fourteenth 
Street.  The  threatened  and  boldly  executed  murder  of 
Herman  Rosenthal,  the  gambler  who  was  about  to  re- 
veal the  secrets  of  the  police  protective  patrol  to  Dis- 
trict Attorney  Whitman,  is  probably  the  most  startling 
among  many  sinister  events  of  the  time,  and  some  con- 
sequences were  expected.  The  mass  meeting  referred 
to  is  one  of  them. 

When  a  call  for  a  citizens'  meeting  goes  out  bearing 
such  names  as  J.  Pierpont  Morgan,  Mrs.  Clarence 
Maclcay,  the  Rev.  Dr.  J.  L.  Magnes,  the  Rev.  Dr.  Ly- 
man Abbott,  Professor  Felix  Adler,  Jacob  Schiff,  Wil- 
liam Jay  Schieffelin,  Joseph  H.  Choate,  Jr.,  Eugene  A. 
Philbin,  and  Lloyd  C.  Griscom,  it  is  certain  to  be  re- 
sponded to,  and  Cooper  Union  was  not  merely  filled, 
it  was  crowded.  Very  soon  after  the  doors  were 
opened  every  seat  was  filled,  and  when  no  more  could 
be  admitted  at  least  a  thousand  citizens  lingered  on  the 
sidewalks  surrounding  the  building.  Mr.  Charles  P. 
Howland.  president  of  the  Public  Educational  Associa- 
tion, presided  over  the  deliberations  of  the  assemblage, 
and  Dr.  Henry  Moskowitz  acted  as  secretary.  District 
Attorney  Whitman,  Counselor  Emory  R.  Buckner,  Dr. 
Lyman  Abbott,  Rabbi  Schulman  of  the  Temple  Beth- 
El,  and  others  made  speeches,  some  firm  resolutions 
were  passed  unanimously  demanding  an  unsparing  ex- 
amination and  the  discovery  of  remedies  for  graft  and 
blackmail,  and  a  committee  was  appointed.  Not  much 
of  the  real  Vigilante  ring  to  it,  though,  after  all.  The 
committee  includes  Eugene  H.  Outerbridge,  Jacob  H. 
Schiff,  Eugene  A.  Philbin,  Dr.  Henry  Moskowitz,  Allan 
Robinson,  F.  S.  Tomlin,  Raymond  V.  Ingersoll,  Mrs. 
Charles  H.  Israels,  and  George  B.  Agnew.  It  has 
power  to  increase  its  membership  to  thirty,  to  solicit 
funds,  engage  counsel,  and  to  do  whatever  "is  neces- 
sary to  vindicate  law  and  order  in  the  city  and  to  bring 
about  such  changes  as  will  make  more  difficult,  if  not 
impossible,  the  recurrence  of  conditions  like  the 
present." 

If  the  proceedings  seemingly  lacked  in  determination 
and  initiative,  the  occasion  itself  had  a  more  cheering 
aspect.  Many  came  from  country  homes  and  seaside 
abiding-places  to  witness  this  effort  to  stir  the  better 
elements  into  action,  and  the  gathering  was  representa- 
tive of  nearly  all  classes.  District  Attorney  Whitman 
was  the  last  speaker,  and  he  was  greeted  with  resound- 
ing cheers.  He  expressed  his  confidence  in  the  courts 
and  asserted  his  purpose  to  demonstrate  that  no  man 
could  with  impunity  set  at  defiance  the  law.  Mr. 
Whitman  is  in  earnest,  and  his  statements  were  tacitly 
endorsed. 

In  the  meantime  some  sensational  developments  have 
been  made.  Lieutenant  Charles  Becker  of  the  police 
force,  who  is  charged  with  having  instigated  and  paid 
for  the  doing  away  with  Rosenthal,  has  been  found  to 
be  a  heavy  depositor  in  the  banks.  His  salary  was 
$2250  a  year,  but  he  put  into  the  bank  more  than 
$14,000  in  the  month  of  April,  and  continued  the  good 
work  up  to  the  time  of  the  exposure.  So  far,  more 
than  $40,000  of  his  funds  have  been  found  in  the  banks 
and  it  is  anticipated  that  much  more  will  be  traced. 
A  rumor  that  the  Clearing-House  committee  had  volun- 
teered to  assist  in  the  search,  and  had  instructed  bank 
officials  to  give  information,  was,  of  course,  merely  a 
newspaper  story.  Other  sources  were  found  by  Dis- 
trict Attorney  Whitman's  men,  and  their  search  is 
being  continued. 

Following  the  discovery  of  some  of  Becker's  scat- 
tered treasure  came  a  report  that  the  real  heads  of  the 
"system"  had  been  identified.  In  the  mysterious 
givings-out  of  the  detective  bureau  they  are  three  in 
number  and  are  well  known  as  a  lawyer-politician,  a 
hotel  man,  and  a  big  official  of  the  police  department. 
This  story  is  a  good  one  for  head-lines,  but  it  will 
not  be  accepted  as  a  finished  piece  of  work  at  present. 
I  would  not  be  understood  as  suggesting  that  Lieu- 
tenant Becker  was  alone  the  recipient  of  the  big  sums 
collected  from  the  gamblers  and  disorderly  houses.  He 
would  have  laid  away  more  than  the  $200,000  which 
the  talk  of  the  street  names  as  his  share,  had  he  been 
free  from  the  demands  of  those  higher  up.  But  there 
are  many  links  in  the  chain,  and  one  must  be  sanguine 
who  believes  that  all  of  them  will  be  brought  to  light. 
One  or  two  human  sacrifices  may  be  offered  up.  but  the 
scheme  is  too  big  and  too  well  intrenched  to  be  utterly 
riddled  and  demolished. 

As  evidence,  one  may  note  the  latest  rumors  from 
the  West  Side  court  prison.  Vallon  and  Webber,  two 
of  the  gambling  fraternity  who  had  been  arrested  im- 
mediately after  their  indictment  for  complicity  in  the 
Rosenthal  murder,  intimated  that  they  would  tell  the 
whole  story  without  reservation.  But  some  powerful 
influence  has  reached  the  informers  in  their  cells.  It 
is  said  that  they  have  been  threatened  with  a  death 
sentence  if  they  accuse  anybody  but  Becker.  At  any 
rate,  they  have  sealed  their  lips,  and  their  lawyer  has 


given  up  their  case  and  explained  his  reasons  to  Mr. 
Whitman. 

Police  Commissioner  Waldo  has  finally  been  con- 
vinced that  his  inspectors  have  deceived  him,  or  that 
they  are  singularly  insusceptible  to  impressions  that 
affect  the  general  public.  Three  disorderly  houses 
within  a  block  of  the  West  Forty-Seventh  Street  police 
station  have  suddenly  been  discovered,  but  not  by  his 
men.  A  report  is  gaining  credence  that  they  will  be 
closed.  However,  in  all  this  effervescence  there  is  one 
calm,  practically  immovable  figure — Mayor  Gaynor. 
He  deprecates  the  feverish  interest  of  ciitzens  and  de- 
clines to  believe  that  there  is  a  conspiracy  in  the  police 
department.  And  there  are  many  of  his  constituents 
who  are  diverting  to  him  now  a  small  share  of  the 
disesteem  with  which  they  have  regarded  our  politically 
tainted  minions  of  the  law  for  these  many  years. 

New  York,  August  15,  1912.  Flaneur. 

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Just  beyond  the  city  limits  of  Durango  City,  Mexico, 
is  the  Cerro  Mercado,  or  famous  Iron  Mountain,  which 
Baron  Humboldt  on  his  visit  in  the  early  part  of  the 
nineteenth  century  described  as  the  eighth  wonder  of 
the  world.  The  mountain,  which  rises  about  400  feet 
abruptly  from  the  plain,  is  one  and  a  half  miles  long, 
one-third  to  one-half  a  mile  wide,  and  is  practically  a 
solid  mass  of  iron  ore  of  60  to  75  per  cent  pure  iron.  It 
has  been  estimated  by  mining  experts  that  there  are 
fully  500,000,000  tons  of  iron  ore  above  the  surface  of 
the  surrounding  plain;  no  estimate  has  ever  been  made 
of  the  vast  deposits  which  lie  underneath,  but  from 
certain  surface  indications  it  is  believed  that  these  de- 
posits extend  well  under  the  city  of  Durango.  This 
mountain  was  originally  discovered  by  a  band  of  Span 
ish  "Conquistadores"  under  the  command  of  Vazquez 
del  Mercado,  from  whom  the  mountain  takes  its  name. 
For  more  than  three  centuries  after  its  discovery  no 
attempt  was  made  to  exploit  the  wonderfully  rich  de 
posits  of  ore  therein  contained.  Beginning  with  1834, 
many  spasmodic  efforts  have  been  made  to  work  these 
deposits,  but  all  attempts  so  far  have  met  with  failure. 
The  new  Durango-Llano  Grande  railroad,  nearing  com- 
pletion, will,  it  is  believed,  solve  the  problem  of  fuel 
and  transportation,  which  has  proved  the  stumbling 
block  of  mining  companies  hitherto. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Out  of  the  260  Eskimos  who  own  reindeer  in  Alaska, 
two  are  women.  One  of  these,  Mary  Arisarlook  An- 
drewnk.  has  received  the  title  of  "Reindeer  Queen  of 
Alaska."  "Queen  Mary"  owns  a  herd  of  1303  deer, 
which  she  manages  with  judgment  and  intelligence. 
According  to  the  usual  contract  made  with  the  govern- 
ment she  is  required  to  train  three  apprentices  and  to 
give  to  each  the  customary  number  of  deer.  She  has 
done  better  than  this.  She  has  trained  and  rewarded 
eight  or  ten  apprentices,  and  at  the  present  time  has 
another  under  her  care.  She  long  since  discarded  the 
igloo,  or  native  hut,  half  underground,  in  which  she 
was  born,  and  is  now  comfortably  housed  near  Nome  in 
a  cabin  of  logs.  She  speaks  seven  or  eight  Indian  lan- 
guages, and  this  has  enabled  her  to  be  of  considerable 
service  as  an  interpreter. 


From  the  bottom  of  the  Bay  of  Fundy  come  some  of 
the  finest  grindstones  in  the  world,  and  the  manner  in 
which  they  are  procured  is  simple  and  ingenious,  the 
stonecutters  making  the  exceptional  tide  perform  the 
hardest  part  of  the  work.  When  the  tide  is  out,  which 
happens  twice  every  day,  the  workmen  quarry  the 
stones  from  the  solid  rock  and  fasten  them  to  a  big 
llatboat.  Then  in  comes  the  tide,  a  mighty  flood  rush- 
ing in,  as  though  the  great  ocean  had  suddenly  changed 
its  mind.  A  wonderful  sight  it  is — rising  often  as 
high  as  a  house !  And  now  the  men  have  nothing 
more  to  do.  The  tide  lifts  the  boat,  and  up  comes  the 
stone  with  it.  Boat  and  stone  are  then  brought  close 
inshore,   where  the  stone  is   removed  at   leisure  when 

the  tide  is  out. 

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It  is  not  infrequently  said  that  a  British  Guardsman, 
or  "Guardee,"  as  an  officer  of  the  household  troops  is 
familiarly  called,  enjoys  an  advantage  over  his  poorer 
neighbors  in  the  rest  of  the  army.  If  he  has,  he  does 
not  take  advantage  of  it.  The  majority  of  well-known 
generals  never  served  an  hour  in  the  elite  corps  of  the 
army.  Lord  Roberts  was  an  artilleryman ;  Lord 
Kitchener  an  engineer;  Lord  Wolsey,  the  late  Sir  Wil- 
liam Butler,  Sir  Redvers  Buller,  and  Sir  George  White 
were  infantrymen;  Sir  John  French,  Sir  Robert  Baden- 
Powell  were  in  the  cavalry,  and  Sir  Evelyn  Wood  has 
been  in  both  cavalry  and  infantry.  Lord  Methuen  is 
the  best  known  of  those  who  were  promoted  from  the 
Foot  Guards. 

Without  the  revenue  and  customs  stamps,  which  fall 
under  a  separate  head,  there  are  fifty-one  kinds  and 
denominations  of  postage  stamps  printed,  ranging  from 
the  humble  little  green  one-cent  stamp  up  to  its  stately, 
aristocratic  brother  which  costs  $5.  The  stamps  which 
leave  the  bureau  of  engraving  and  printing  annually 
amount  to  more  than  ten  billions,  the  latest  yearly  re- 
port showing  the  number  to  be  10,003,265,148. 

July  25  marked  the  centenary  of  the  launching  of 
the  Comet,  the  first  steamship  on  the  Clyde.  The  of- 
ficial celebration  of  the  centenary  of  steamships  has 
been  fixed  for  August  31.  when  a  steamship  and  naval 
pageant  will  take  place  on  the  Clyde.  The  admiralty 
will  send  a  squadron  of  first-class  battleships  and  a 
division  of  destroyers. 


Vera  Bernice  Chesley  of  Philadelphia,  just  returned 
from  a  short  tour  of  New  York  state,  is  said  to  be  the 
youngest  recital  organist  in  the  United  States.  She  is 
seventeen  years  of  age.  During  her  tour  she  played 
in  Sage  Chapel,  Cornell  University. 

Professor  William  A.  Francis,  the  first  Wentworth 
professor  of  mathematics  at  the  Phillips  Exeter  Acad- 
emy, New  Hampshire,  has  just  completed  a  quarter 
of  a  century  in  the  service  of  the  academy.  Appointed 
an  instructor  in  1887,  in  the  spring  of  1892  he  was 
elected  professor  of  mathematics,  and  in  February  of 
last  year  he  was  elevated  to  his  present  position. 

Adlai  E.  Stevenson,  who  was  Vice-President  in  the 
second  Cleveland  administration,  now  in  his  seventy- 
sixth  year,  is  going  to  take  the  stump  for  Dr.  Wilson, 
according  to  his  son.  He  has  taken  great  interest  in 
the  nomination.  Announcement  is  made  that  he  will 
make  a  number  of  speeches  in  Illinois,  and  may  go  into 
other  states  if  the  national  committee  wants  him. 

Morris  Sheppard,  who  will  succeed  the  veteran 
Joseph  W.  Bailey  of  Texas  in  the  United  States  Senate, 
is  only  thirty-seven  years  old.  but  has  already  served 
as  representative  in  the  last  six  sessions  of  Congress. 
His  congressional  seat  came  to  him  almost  as  an  in- 
heritance, as  he  was  first  elected  to  fill  the  vacancv 
caused  by  the  death  of  his  father.  He  is  a  Yale  grad- 
uate, and  prior  to  taking  up  his  residence  at  Texarkana, 
he  practiced  law  at   Pittsburg,  Texas. 

G.  A.  Reid,  R.  C.  B.,  recently  appointed  principal  of 
the  new  Ontario  College  of  Art,  was  for  five  years 
president  of  the  Royal  Canadian  Academy  of  Arts,  a 
position  which  confers  the  greatest  honor  a  Canadian 
artist  can  achieve.  He  was  born  at  Wingham,  On- 
tario, in  1860.  and  has  devoted  his  life  to  the  brush,  in 
the  United  States,  France,  Italy,  and  Spain.  He  is 
best  known  to  the  public  by  his  two  ambitious  can- 
vases, "Mortgaging  the  Homestead"  and  "Foreclosing 
the  Mortgage."  "The  Arrival  of  Champlain"  is  one  of 
his  recent  works  which  has  won  admiration. 

Charles  Seymour  Whitman,  on  whom  the  eyes  of 
the  country  are  turned  at  present  as  the  people's  repre- 
sentative in  the  New  York  police  scandal,  has  been 
closely  connected  with  the  legal  life  of  the  city  since 
1901,  when  he  became  assistant  corporation  counsel. 
He  has  been  district  attorney  of  New  York  County 
since  1910.  He  has  been  judge  of  the  court  of  gen- 
eral sessions,  and  president  of  the  board  of  city  magis- 
trates. Whitman  is  a  native  of  Norwich,  Connecticut, 
having  been  born  in  1868.  He  studied  at  Amherst  and 
the  New  York  University,  obtaining  degrees  from  both 
institutions. 

Dean  W.  K.  Chung,  who  has  just  been  appointed  to 
the  important  government  position  of  commissioner  of 
education  for  China's  two  great  southern  provinces, 
Kwangtung  and  Kwangsi,  has  long  been  the  principal 
Chinese  member  of  the  faculty  of  Canton  Christian  Col- 
lege, having  been  converted  to  Christianity  years  ago. 
He  will  continue  to  serve  as  dean,  but  without  salary. 
Dean  Chung  was  one  of  the  earliest  advocates  of 
modernization  in  China,  and  as  editor  of  a  newspaper 
in  Canton  labored  mightily  for  the  cause.  In  his  new 
position  he  will  designate  the  most  promising  of  the 
young  men  in  his  schools  for  education  in  this 
country. 

Sir  Norman  Lockyer,  who  was  recently  presented  by 
the  British  Science  Guild  with  a  silver  bowl,  suitably 
inscribed,  as  a  token  of  the  esteem  of  the  guild  and  a 
recognition  of  his  labors  to  promote  the  application  of 
scientific  principles  to  industry  and  general  purposes, 
is  the  founder  of  the  Science  Guild.  His  efforts  have 
included  the  foundation  of  the  solar  physics  observa- 
tory at  South  Kensington,  of  which  he  is  a  director. 
Educated  in  private,  he  has  been  signally  honored  by 
degrees  from  the  leading  universities.  He  was  chief 
of  the  government  eclipse  expeditions  from  1870  until 
1905.  Many  works  of  a  scientific  nature  have  come 
from  his  pen. 

Admiral  Sir  Archibald  Berkeley  Milne,  the  English 
commander-in-chief  in  the  Mediterranean,  is  the  third 
generation  in  his  family  to  attain  a  high  naval  rank. 
His  grandfather  was  Sir  David  Milne,  whose  career 
began  with  his  participation  in  the  relief  of  Gibraltar 
towards  the  close  of  the  eighteenth  century.  The  pres- 
ent commander's  father  was  himself  commander-in- 
chief  on  the  Mediterranean  station,  and  ultimately  was 
made  an  admiral  of  the  fleet.  Sir  Archibald  has  been 
in  the  navy  since  he  was  fourteen,  and  has  taken  part 
in  more  than  one  engagement  on  land,  having  been 
wounded  in  the  Zulu  war  while  acting  as  naval  aide- 
de-camp  to  Lord  Chelmsford. 

Dr.  George  Ernest  Morrison,  whose  recent  appoint- 
ment as  financial  adviser  to  the  President  of  China  has 
aroused  adverse  comment  in  Germany,  the  Tagliclte 
Rundschau  terming  him  "an  enemy  of  Germany,"  is 
widely  known  as  a  writer  and  venturous  traveler.  He 
has  been  the  Peking  correspondent  of  the  London 
Times  for  a  long  time.  He  is  a  native  of  Australia, 
and  was  educated  at  Melbourne  and  the  University  of 
Edinburgh.  During  a  journey  through  New  Guinea  in 
1883  he  was  speared  in  the  breast  in  an  attack  by 
natives,  and  it  was  not  until  the  following  year  that  the 
spearhead  was  cut  "tit.  the  operation  being  performed 
in  Edinburgh.  Probably  his  best-known  bool  ■  "An 
Australian  in  China." 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24,  1912. 


JAKE  OPPER'S  SAIDIE. 

♦ 

The  Adventure  of  a  Heroine  Who  Could  Ride  and  Shoot. 


"Great  Hell.  Jake,  you  aint  goin'  off  for  two  days. 
an1  leave  Saidie  here  alone? — with  that  beast  hidin'  in 
these  hills !" 

The  grizzled  veteran  glowered,  muttering  an  unintel- 
ligible reply,  and  touching  spur  to  his  cayuse  sought 
his  place  near  the  head  the  line.  The  girl  in  the  cabin 
door  laughed.  And  Jack  Helmscott,  grinning,  put  the 
situation  into  English. 

"You're  the  seventeenth  man  that's  poked  Jake  about 
his  business:  he's  getting  sore.  And  you  couldn't  sep- 
arate Said  from  this  ranch  without  a  rifle.  If  she  gets 
lonesome  she  can  ride  over  to  Sam's,  an'  josh  Daddy 
McKean.     He'd  be  joyful!" 

The  recruiting  deputy  swatted  his  steed,  and  the 
shifting  procession  began  to  move:  but  Dave  Burnham 
lingered,  fussing  with  his  cinch,  and  his  face  was  very 
grave.  "Old  McKean's  a  good  shot.  I  wish  you'd  go 
on  over."  he  insisted,  awkwardly.  "They  say  that  the 
fellow  has  gone  south.  But  you  can't  always  tell. 
And  last  night  the  dogs  were  uneasy." 

The  girl's  laugh  flowed  again.  "They  were  after  a 
squirrel  right  here  in  the  live  oak:  made  such  a  row 
dad  had  to  come  out  and  quiet  'em ;  and  they've  ben 
back  an'  forth  all  the  morning."  she  rippled  in  a  voice 
like  the  melody  of  her  own  creek.  "Could  you  hear 
'em  way  over  to  the  shack?" 

"He's  packin'  a  shotgun,  an'  two  revolvers;  an'  don't 
you  have  no  parley  with  strangers  until  this  animile  is 
plunked."  The  man  pursued  the  current  of  his  thought, 
glancing  anxiously  at  the  small  holster  swinging  from 
her  belt.  "That's  all  right  fur  shootin'  rattlesnakes, 
but — here.  I  wish  you'd  take  mine!" 

The  girl's  saucy  self-confidence  softened.  "Well,  if 
it's  any  comfort  to  you,  Dave,"  she  assented,  un- 
buckling the  little  gun,  and  reaching  to  lay  it  within. 
But  she  thought  better  of  it.  and  shamefacedly  thrust 
it  into  her  bosom  while  her  back  was  turned.  "Might 
not  be  so  quick  with  a  strange  one !"  she  excused  her- 
self to  herself,  tossing  the  empty  case  on  the  stand. 
And  her  eyes  were  unnaturally  bright  as  she  hung  the 
derringer  in  its  place. 

"Promise  me  you'll  keep  your  sight  peeled,  and  lie 
low  for  a  safe  gun  play  before  he  sizes  you  up,"  urged 
the  lover  in  redundant  warning. 

"No  such  luck  as  my  getting  a  squint  at  his  looks," 
mocked  the  girl. 

"I've  half  a  mind  to  throw  up  the  job,  and  stay  here 
on  guard."  snapped  the  man  writhingly. 

"And  the  neighbors  wouldn't  say  a  word — with  dad 
away,  and  you  already  sworn  in,"  the  girl  taunted  to 
his  face. 

"All  right !  That's  a  double  header.  And  I  aint  nei- 
ther coward  nor  tough,"  he  grimaced,  his  tan  the  color 
of  flame.  "But  ef  anything  happens  to  you  while  I'm 
gone  the  world  won't  be  wide  enough  to  hold  that  man 
an'  me."  And  rising,  with  one  swing,  into  his  seat, 
he  took  the  trail. 

The  girl  watched  him  lope  from  sunlight  into  shade, 
and  then,  her  soft  hat  still  pinned  to  the  back  of  her 
head,  went  about  her  interrupted  work.  Presently, 
when  the  dishes  were  done  and  the  house  "rid  up,"  she 
would  ride  the  range.  And  stepping  to  the  stoop  with 
a  panful  of  scraps  for  the  hens,  she  whistled  up  Lady- 
bird from  the  far  corral,  Supple  Jack  coming  too. 

The  monotonous  cheep  of  the  birds  along  the  creek 
bank  served  to  accentuate  her  sudden  solitude.  The 
cattle  over  the  knoll  bawded  restlessly,  and  then  sub- 
sided into  silence.  The  squirrel  in  her  tree  chattered 
angrily,  refusing  to  come  down  at  her  call.  It  was 
n..t  different  from  any  other  lonely  day  when  Jake 
i  )pi>cr  went  to  town;  but,  oppressed  after  the  early 
morning's  bustle,  his  daughter  Saidie  wished  dis- 
gustedly that  Dave  Burnham  had  kept  his  misgivings 
to  himself. 

"< If  course  he  put  south,  for  Mexico's  a  long  lot 
nearer  than  Canada  is."  She  combatted  her  unwonted 
nervousness  with  plain  common  sense.  But  she  half 
resolved  to  go  over  to  Sam  Young's  for  the  night,  and 
she  welcomed  the  horses,  rubbing  their  velvet  muzzles 
over  her  sleeve,  with  a  comradely  uplift  of  relief. 

She  petted  them  and  fed  them  sugar,  and  put  bridle 
and  saddle  into  place.  And  an  odd  sensation  of  creepi- 
ness  made  her  look  twice  over  her  shoulder  as  she 
stooped  to  the  cinch,  until  she  swung  Ladybird  around 
tood  facing  the  house  with  its  sheltering  canopy 
of  leaves.  Lulita,  the  little  milch  cow,  lowed  anxiously 
from  afar,  and  the  twin  calves  answered  her  through 
the  barred  gates  separating  their  pen  from  the  pasture. 
The  squirrel  overhead  chattered  angrily  again,  a..^  the 
creepy  feeling  returned  as  she  realized  the  utter  ab- 
sence  of  Wolf  ami  Lime.  They  would  come  barking 
back  from  the  boundary,  of  course;  but  they  usually 
kept  close  to  her  heels  when  Daddy  was  away. 

She  drew  the  doer  in  token  of  the  cabin's  emptiness. 
Her  f'«n  was  in  the  stirrup,  as  she  waved  Jack  back. 

"Please  stop  right  where  yon  are!"  cracked  a  mock- 
ing voice  from  above.  "That's  far  the  best  horse — 
and  I  wouldn't  disappoint  a  lady." 

The  girl  went  white  as  she  faced  the  business  end 
of  a  gun  for  the  first  time  in  her  life,  breathless  with 
the  thought  he  had  been  there  half  the  night.  Her 
hand  dropped  instinctivel)   toward  the  holster. 

"No i    thai!"    crisped     the     voice.     "Hang    that 

pretty  lift'     toy  on  the  saddle-horn,  and  turn  your  back 
'he  descent.     I'm  some  stiff  from  camping 


"Now,  breakfast,"  he  ordered,  stamping  vigorously 
to  restore  the  circulation.  "And  when  those  dogs  come 
back  I'll  rely  on  you  to  keep  'em  quiet.  If  your  old 
man  had  glimpsed  at  the  squirrel  they  treed,  there'd 
have  been  no  more  fun  for  the  posse." 

He  braced  his  form  in  the  door  while  she  mutely 
obeyed :  a  recklessly  handsome  face  to  match  his  voice, 
set  above  drooping  shoulders.  "You  will  kindly  have 
a  chair,  miss,"  he  growled  satirically,  as  she  motioned 
him  to  eat.  "I  didn't  discover  a  'phone  line,  but  there's 
no  knowing  what  your  ladyship  did  with  that  first  little 
pistol  you  took  off.  By  George,  if  all  the  women 
minded  as  docilely  as  you  do  this  world  'd  be  easier  to 
get  along  in  !" 

And  Saidie  Opper  stiffened  to  repress  a  shudder,  re- 
membering that  it  was  for  shooting  down  his  deserted 
wife  men  chased  this  outlaw  to  forestall  his  hanging, 
and  that  another  woman  had  paid  toll  at  the  edge  of 
the  lowlands,  when  hunger  had  driven  him  once  before 
to  a  house. 

"You  fiend !"  she  muttered,  meeting  his  insolent  eyes. 
He  might  shoot  her  also,  like  a  rat  in  a  trap;  but  the 
child  of  the  hills  refused  to  be  broken.  A  moonlight 
smile  wried  her  lips  as  she  remembered  Dave's  admo- 
nitions, under  the  fellow's  very  sight  and  ears,  and  the 
stranger  grinned  in  return. 

"You're  game!"  he  wondered.  "That's  the  first  time 
I've  seen  a  woman  smile  inside  two  weeks !  But  what 
the  Lord  am  I  to  do  next?  You  don't  make  me  mad 
enough  to  put  you  out,  like  those  sniveling  idiots  be- 
hind, and  I  can't  leave  you  here  with  a  ranch  full  of 
horses  to  spread  the  news.  I  have  it!" — a  wicked 
gleam  athwart  his  stare — "you'll  saddle  up  that  Jack 
and  come  along!" 

The  blood  surged  about  her  heart  with  the  realization 
that  her  time  was  not  yet,  and  flagged  into  her  cold 
cheeks  with  the  knowledge  of  what  might  be  to  come. 
Better  death.  But  he  thought  her  unarmed.  Acutely 
conscious  of  her  own  weapon  weighting  her  corduroy 
blouse,  she  summoned  fresh  fortitude  to  outface  him 
and  wait.  He  was  adding  "horsethief"  to  the  sum  of 
his  iniquities.  Tradition  spurred  her  spirit.  It  was 
not  for  nothing  she  had  lived  always  upon  the  ranch. 
Ladybird  was  almost  the  creature  of  her  hand,  and 
Supple  Jack  loved  mistress  and  saddle-mate.  Let  her 
catch  him  right  and  they  might  not  travel  far. 

The  man  got  up,  admiring  with  no  covert  glance. 
''It's  a  good  fault — but  perhaps  we  shall  come  to  blows 
yet,  my  lady,  if  you  are  too  stubborn  to  talk,"  he  jeered. 
"Just  pack  up  our  grub  for  the  picnic,  quick,  for  we're 
pals  till  the  sun  goes  down." 

His  jaws  had  filled  and  his  back  straightened  with 
the  food  and  rest.  "Come,  hustle!"  he  commanded, 
stretching  his  long-cramped  muscles  to  their  length. 
"You'll  have  to  do  everything  yourself,  my  dear,  for 
I  can't  lay  down  this  teaser  while  you  might  get  off. 
And  I'd  like  to  make  tracks  before  the  pups  get 
around." 

The  hot  air  circled  in  scented  waves  following  the 
mountain  stream  toward  its  source.  For  hours  they 
moved  mostly  in  the  water,  crushed  bay  leaves  yield- 
ing their  fragrance  as  they  crowded  past,  sycamores 
spreading  a  sere  carpet  that  left  no  mark  where  their 
horses  took  the  earth.  And  the  girl,  riding  in  advance, 
knew  further  that  her  fate  must  be  as  she  made  it;  even 
Wolf  would  not  nose  that  track. 

The  canon  deepened  and  steepened  until  her  captor, 
impatient  of  the  pace,  struck  upward  among  the  oaks. 
Their  creatures,  wonted  as  they  were  to  rough  going, 
floundered  heavily  through  the  brush.  And  their  luck- 
less owner,  forging  right  or  left  at  the  murderer's  be- 
hest, felt  keen  anger  at  their  abuse  prick  the  weariness 
dulling  her  uncertainty  whether  the  night  was  to  bring 
freedom  or  outrage.  The  mare  was  the  best  climber, 
as  the  man  had  divined.  Old  Jack  was  laboring;  his 
failure  might  bring  leaden  finish  to  them  both,  and  the 
girl,  feet  tied  below  his  girth,  bent  all  her  energies  to 
riding  light,  praying  for  abstraction  to  touch  the 
watcher's  mood. 

The  posse  was  scouring  the  ridges  to  the  south.  Her 
father  as  local  guide  might  be  earlier  released.  And 
Dave — would  he  be  a  red  avenger  when  it  was  too  late? 
But  he  and  she  were  headed  for  the  wdlderness  to  the 
east,  that  looming  fastness  of  mountains  in  whose  se- 
cret recesses  a  man,  hunting  and  fishing,  might  exist 
for  years  unmolested,  if  he  left  no  trail. 

"From  a  distance  this  outfit  would  prove  an  alibi  for 
a  villain  fleeing  afoot."  jibed  the  fugitive,  striking 
higher  into  a  chaparral  of  thorn  scrub  and  manzanita 
flaunting  crimson  with  poison  oak.  And  reading  bold 
method  into  his  madness,  new  hope  welled  through  his 
prisoner's    veins. 

"Damn  you.  spunk  up  and  speak !  You've  had  time 
enough  given  you  now  to  study  my  looks,"  ordered  the 
arbiter  of  her  day.  "You're  a  girl  after  my  own  heart, 
but  I'll  put  a  crease  in  your  pride  before  you're  gray- 
headed,  my  pretty.  You've  always  done  just  as  you 
please,  but  you'll  halter-break  to  a  man  !" 

"I  have  eyes  in  the  back  of  my  head,"  scorned  the 
chosen  slave  of  his  will. 

Chuckling  sardonically,  he  lifted  Ladybird  up  to  her 
side.  "If  I  haven't  lost  my  bearings.  I'll  fetch  you  to 
a  bridal  chamber  fit  for  a  queen."  he  boasted,  with  a 
softening  leer.  "The  bower  of  the  wood  fairies  lies 
somewhere  over  this  divide,  I  swore  I  would  not 
show  it  to  another  human  being,  but  it  will  be  all  the 
same  when  you  and  I  are  one,  my  dear.  Hell-fire,  I'd 
even  marry  you.  if  I  knew  that  the  scent  was  cold.  It 
isn't  every  day  a  man  finds  a  girl  who  can  ride,  and 
race  life,  and  not  howl." 
The  victim  of  his  praise  looked,  level-eyed.     "I  know 


a  man  I  can  marry  worth  ten  of  you,"  she  voiced  with- 
ering contempt. 

"The  blue  jay  of  the  revolver?  A  bird  in  hand  is 
worth  two  in  the  bush,"  laughed  the  rider,  pressing 
close.  "My  respects  to  your  Dave  as  a  prophet.  He 
had  a  feeling  in  his  bones,  as  the  grannies  say,"  patting 
the  pistol  still  swinging  at  his  horn.  "He's  worth  ten 
of  me  sure  enough  if  he  figures  out  his  last  threat;  and 
you'd  be  the  first  to  cry  quit  for  the  cave-man  who'd 
made  you  his  own !  Oh  I  know  'em,  the  sex !  And 
you're  one,  you  magnificent  thing !  You'd  not  beg  with 
tubful  of  blistering  tears  for  a  man  to  come  back.  But 
you'd  take  him  each  time  that  he  came,  if  you'd  taken 
him  once  at  all.  And  you'd  fight  like  a  wildcat,  too, 
for  the  father  of  your  son." 

The  girl  rested  silent,  wide  horror  in  her  gaze,  and 
the  years  unrolled  before  her  in  a  hideous  mask  of  sin. 
"Oh,  I  know  'em !"  he  jeered.  "The  shotgun  today, 
and  your  sweet  lips  tomorrow.  Look !"  waving  his 
hand  at  the  jumbled  blue  distance  as  they  topped  the 
hill.  "Behind  you  lie  the  dreams  of  youth,  before  you 
the  promised  land." 

As  below,  in  the  cabin,  Saidie  shuddered,  stiffening 
her  spine. 

"Spit  it  out !"  her  defamer  commanded,  reckless  joy 
illumining  his  eye.  "For  two  weeks  I  have  been  a 
hunted  varmint.  One  hour  and  the  king  comes  into 
his  own.     Talk  back,  I  can  take  a  heap." 

Red  elation  replaced  his  exhaustion  of  the  morning 
and  the  noon  grimness,  driving  horse  and  lass  over  rock 
and  briar.  Facing  back  toward  the  sunset  his  shining 
visage  lost  its  evil  lines,  as  if  indeed  his  escape  had 
baptized  him  into  a  new  existence,  and  the  worn  girl, 
stultified  by  his  strangeness,  forgot  in  the  moment  of 
opportunity  the  vengeance  at  her  breast — wondered 
poignantly  if  his  crimes  were  entirely  his  own. 

Against  the  actual  evidence  of  his  speech,  it  seemed 
impossible  to  her  youth  that  the  man  who  could  glow- 
like  that  would  destroy  her  soul.  The  males  of  her 
knowledge  were  rough,  but  clean  to  the  clean.  For  his 
crude  attraction's  sake  would  he  not  dismiss  her  who 
was  no  longer  a  menace?  If  she  returned  to  the  cabin 
now  no  person  need  be  the  wiser,  except  for  Ladybird. 
Her  faithless  hand  flew  to  her  blouse.  Her  com- 
panion, turning,  misconstrued  the  motion.  "Come, 
little  woman,  it's  hey  for  the  woods,"  he  cried  lightly 
in  her  ear.  "Our  paradise  lies  yonder,  and  I  might  not 
find  it  in  the  dark.  I've  set  my  heart  on  supping  there 
with  you !" 

His  bold  glance  wooed  her  as  they  dipped  into  the 
shade.  He  voiced  a  fantastic  rhapsody  of  things  be- 
yond her  ken.  Of  Robin  Hood  and  his  forest  maid. 
Of  Ponce  de  Leon  and  the  fount  of  eternal  youth.  Of 
himself,  his  hatred  of  the  city,  and  his  honing  for  the 
wild. 

Chilled  to  the  seat  of  life — worse  bewildered  by  the 
changeling  in  his  mien — she  rode  helplessly  toward  her 
doom.  What  chance  had  a  miserable  girl  against  his 
mastery?  Her  will  seemed  to  sink  in  numb  lethargy. 
Her  eyes  lost  the  trend  of  their  trail.  The  wretch  drew 
her  as  a  snake  charms  a  bird.  She  felt  herself  folded 
in  an  electric  aura  emanating  from  his  body.  He  was 
a  murderer — a  thief — she  would  be  an  outcast.  Her 
brain  refused  to  respond  to  the  spur. 

The  fiery  reflections  overhead  faded  into  twilight. 
Their  path  dwindled  to  a  sloping  shelf,  and  her  ab- 
ductor dropped  back  to  his  old  position,  with  a  quick 
frown  drawing  between  his  brows.  "I  never  came  to 
it  this  way  before,  but  we're  surely  traveling  in  the 
right  direction,"  he  muttered,  half  to  himself.  "We 
camped  over  beyond  that  hill — but  this'll  be  a  tight 
place  if  this  ledge  breaks  off.  Could  you  find  your  way 
home  in  the  morning,  if  I  turned  you  loose  ?"  he  queried 
suddenly,  his  incongruous  mentality  taking  another 
twist. 

"On  foot,  if  I  could  find  food,"  she  answered,  stupidly 
matter-of-fact. 

"In  a  week — if  you  had  luck,"  he  mocked,  with  a 
swift  return  to  the  manner  to  which  she  was  most  used. 
"Wait,  wait,  my  fond  queen  among  women.  Now  we 
fly  like  two  birds  to  our  nest." 

Down,  down,  steeply,  and  more  steeply,  down.  The 
dusk  grew  purple,  and  silvered  with  fairy  moonlight. 

"I  cursed  her  last  night — and  tonight  the  old  lady's 
my  friend,"  the  fugitive  laughed  whimsical  corrobora- 
tion of  his  creed.  "Now  lead  on  through  this  gulch, 
and  your  bedroom  and  bath's  up  next  left." 

The  girl  checked  her  horse,  fumbling  desperately,  in- 
stinctively, for  her  arms. 

"Ladies  first,"  he  sharped  sarcastic  insistance.  "It's 
no  use.  Your  mount  is  worse  done  up  than  mine. 
You'll  only  be  signing  his  death  warrant  if  you  run." 

"And  my  own,"  she  realized  in  a  flash  of  renewed 
comprehension.  It  was  only  her  instant  obedience  had 
suffered  her  safety  so  far.  The  clouds  enwrapping  her 
being  lifted  at  the  imminence  of  her  peril,  and  once 
more  she  knew  this  purveyor  of  wild  fantasies  for  a 
monster  owning  no  la.v  nor  mercy  but  his  mad  per- 
sonal desires. 

The  walled  mouth  of  the  creek  loomed  black  as  hell's 
gateway.  The  dead  dark  water  splashed  and  gurgled 
around  their  horses'  fetlocks,  turning  flecks  of  foam 
that  slid  backward  into  the  night.  In  winter  the  stream 
must  have  roared  hungrily  from  cliff  to  cliff,  sweeping 
all  before  it,  but  now  Supple  Jack  shied  half-heartedly 
from  ghost  boulders  in  the  gloom,  and  picked  his  slow 
way  with  a  hesitating  forefoot  around  holes  and 
through  rapids.  The  slave  driver  behind,  secure  of  his 
goal,  urged  horse  and  rider  only  with  a  guiding  word. 
A  gash  opened  in  the  tunnel  of  their  progress.  The 
traveler's  heads  moved  disembodied  in  a  stronger  flood 


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of  glory.  "Easy !"  commanded  the  master  of  cere- 
monies. "We're  in  no  trim  to  swim.  Keep  your  stir- 
rup against  the  wall — there's  no  bottom  to  this  pool." 

Three  hundred  yards  further  of  Stygian,  interminable 
plodding  through  the  narrower  cleft,  and  his  refuge 
lay  revealed — a  wonderful  circular  pit  about  a  living 
spring,  the  perpendicular  walls  dripping  flower  and 
fern,  the  floor  a  carpet  of  moss  and  grass,  save  for  a 
tiny  beach  of  whitest  sand,  and  far  overhead  a  fringe 
of  waving  foliage  where  young  trees  grew  to  the  pre- 
cipitous edge — truly  a  bower  for  Titania's  revels,  a 
hidey  hole  for  a  fastidious  criminal  hard  to  be  dis- 
covered, an  inverted  keep  for  a  captive  maid. 

The  white  lunar  radiance  lay  over  cliff  and  fountain. 
fairly  startling  in  its  contrast  to  their  midnight  passage 
through  the  canon.  The  horses  drooped,  conscious  of 
tile  journey's  end.  but  too  wreary  even  to  eat.  The 
man  loosed  his  prisoner's  lashings  with  a  not  ungentle 
hand,  chafing  the  benumbed  ankles  briefly,  before  lifting 
her  from  her  place,  and  almost  carrying  her  to  a  seat 
upon  the  sand. 

She  shrank  under  his  hot  breath,  and  feeling  the  wild 
riot  of  his  pulse  at  this  sign  of  her  sensibility,  sank, 
weak  and  sick,  at  the  release  of  his  support.  For  the 
first  time,  real  fear  wrung  her  soul.  Twice  she  had 
failed.  Would  the  third  opportunity  offer?  Her  day 
of  grace  was  reduced  to  minutes  now,  the  thing  at  her 
breast  weighed  like  lead.  She  shook  until  her  teeth 
chattered  in  the  reaction  of  dumb  endurance,  and  the 
murderer  laughed  aloud  at  her  stumbling  collapse. 

"It's  my  turn  to  play  housewife — we'll  have  it  com- 
fortable in  a  jiffy!"  He  made  jibing  boast,  collecting 
toll  of  past  windfalls  from  the  foot  of  the  shadowy  wall. 
His  wood  crackling,  he  removed  saddles  and  snaffles 
from  the  dejected  steeds,  and  opening  their  scanty 
provender  made  ready  for  their  evening  meal. 

"In  the  morning  your  buck  will  bring  venison  to  his 
squaw,"  he  promised  sardonically.  "But  better  a  din- 
ner of  herbs  where  love  is — hey,  my  pretty,  we  couldn't 
pass  for  a  preacher  and  his  frau?" 

Doubling  and  detouring,  this  spot  had  been  his  ob- 
jective from  the  beginning.  He  had  eluded  the  posse, 
attained  the  impossible,  and  the  pride  of  his  accom- 
plishment went  to  his  head  like  wine.  His  freakish 
fancy  played  weirdly  as  the  firelight  in  the  moonlight. 
"Why  don't  you  talk?"  he  demanded,  impatiently  again. 
"It  isn't  natural  for  a  woman  to  hold  her  tongue  so 
long.  You'll  sour,  and  go  loco  inside.  By  George,  I'd 
believe  you  might  be  dangerous  if  I  hadn't  copped  that 
bhiejny's  gun.  The  legs  getting  so  you  can  stand? 
It's  time  you  were  feeling  a  taste  of  the  whip.  Come, 
Doxie,  and  sit  on  my  knee." 

The  snapping  of  the  fire  echoed  to  the  snapping  of 
dead  wood,  far  overhead;  but  the  man  took  no  heed. 
.The  high-keyed  howl  of  a  coyote  met  answer  in  a 
deeper  note.  The  girl  lifted  her  face,  white  and 
strained.  Her  hand  upon  her  palpitating  breast,  she 
rose  mutely,  as  if  to  do  his  will.  Food,  which  had 
choked  her,  rest,  the  fleeting  familiarity  of  that  bark, 
nerved  her  to  a  fictitious  poise.  Then  the  horror  of  de- 
liberately shedding  human  blood  caused  her  arm  to 
drop. 

The  slayer  of  women  leered  wickedly  upon  her 
qualms.  "Come,  my  queen  of  the  woods.  Our  truce  is 
over,"  he  exulted — and  leaped  with  a  furious  oath  at  a 
slanting  metallic  gleam. 

From  the  skyline  hurtled  two  dogs'  crazed  fusillade. 
Dave's  shout  steadied  Saidie's  hand,  and  two  bullets, 
following  each  other  quickly,  found  a  mark  in  the  out- 
law's body,  that  fell  and  stained  the  waters  of  the 
fairy  spring.  Gertrude  B.  Millard. 

San  Francisco,  August.  1912. 


BACON  AND  BLISS. 


An  Ancient  Custom  and  a  London  Bank  Holiday. 


Germany,  with  only  a  fraction  of  the  agricultural 
area  of  the  United  States,  produces  nearly  five  times 
the  quantity  of  potatoes  produced  in  this  country  an- 
nually. It  devotes  an  acreage  to  this  crop  two  and  a 
half  times  greater  than  that  given  to  potato  culture  in 
the  United  States.  Germany  not  only  produces  po- 
tatoes for  food,  but  for  industrial  purposes.  They  are 
used  in  the  manufacture  of  starch  and  power-producing 
alcohol,  and  in  times  when  the  markets  are  overstocked 
they  are  dried  and  used  for  stock  feed.  If  the  potato 
production  of  Germany  exceeds  domestic  or  industrial 
demand,  or  the  demands  of  both,  the  surplus,  if  not  ex- 
ported, is  dried.  The  Germans  were  the  first  to  pre- 
vent loss  in  over-production  of  sugar  beets  by  employ- 
ing the  drying  process  in  that  industry.  They  are  the 
first  similarly  to  prevent  loss  in  over-production  of 
potatoes. 

From  Lisbon,  in  the  fifteenth  and  sixteenth  centuries, 
went  out  mariners  through  the  unknown  and  uncharted 
oceans  to  Africa,  India,  and  the  Xew  World  to  the 
west,  and  planted  the  flag  of  Portugal  in  every  corner 
of  the  globe.  But  in  Africa  alone  has  Portugal  main- 
tained its  hold  of  colonies  of  any  magnitude.  In  India 
are  little  bits  of  Portuguese  territory.  Nova  Goa,  south- 
east of  Bombay,  being  the  capita!  of  all  Portugal's 
colonies  east  of  Cape  of  Good  Hope,  while  as  far  east 
as  China  the  Island  of  Macao,  in  the  Canton  River,  first 
colonized  nearly  400  years  ago.  still  owns  the  sover- 
eignty of  the  government  at  Lisbon. 

At  the  present  time  more  than  20,000.000  horses  would 
have  to  be  replaced  before  the  automobile  could  be  in 
absolute  monopoly.  In  1900  there  were  over  thirteen 
and  a  half  million  horses  in  this  country.  Ten  years 
later  the  number  had  increased  to  21,040,000.  A  most 
pleasing  fact  is  that  their  quality  steadily  improves. 


Special  trains  from  London  to  Dunmow  are  some- 
thing of  a  novelty.  There  were  three  yesterday,  but 
they  were  the  first  for  seven  years.  And  probably  it 
will  be  another  seven  years  before  there  are  any  more. 
It  all  depends  upon  a  flitch  of  bacon. 

Which  makes  it  necessary  to  explain.  Dunmow  in 
Essex  once  had  a  priory,  a  fine  old  crusted  building  in 
which  a  band  of  Augustine  canons  lived  the  simple 
life.  No  one  would  credit  it  today.  For  Dunmow  in 
Essex,  albeit  it  basks  in  the  ownership  and  patronage 
of  my  Lady  of  Warwick,  is  little  more  than  a  congeries 
of  those  unadorned  brick  walls  and  hideous  slate  roofs 
which  are  the  infallible  hallmarks  of  Victorian  do- 
mestic architecture.  It  is  in  rural  England  but  not 
of  it.  Ice-cream  barrows,  whelk-stalls,  cocoanut  shies, 
roundabouts,  in  fact  all  the  equipments  of  Hampstead 
Heath  and  Peckham  Rye,  with  'Arries  and  'Arriets  for 
an  audience,  seemed  as  much  at  home  in  the  village 
yesterday  as  at  the  meanest  Bank  Holiday  resort  of 
London. 

There  is  one  exception.  Eyes  learned  in  archi- 
tectural lore  could  discern  in  the  restored  church  some 
fragments  of  a  far  more  ancient  building,  relics,  in 
fact,  of  that  old  priory  which  brought  back  to  memory 
the  Augustine  canons  of  Dunmow.  And  they,  accord- 
ing to  one  theory,  were  responsible  for  yesterday's 
special  trains  from  London. 

Here  another  explanation  is  in  order.  As  the  stu- 
dent of  Chaucer  will  recall,  one  of  the  Canterbury  pil- 
grims alluded  to  the  bacon  "that  some  men  have  in 
Essex,  at  Dunmow."  Which  is  proof  that  in  the  four- 
teenth century  it  was  common  knowledge  that  bacon 
and  bliss  were  associated  with  the  Essex  village.  As 
thus :  Any  married  couple  who  could  prove  that  for 
a  year  and  a  day  after  their  wedding  they  had  not 
repented  their  union  or  exchanged  an  unkind  word 
could  have  a  whole  flitch  of  bacon  for  the  asking.  Be- 
fore the  Reformation  the  prior  of  Dunmow  accepted 
responsibility  for  providing  the  flitch ;  in  post-Reforma- 
tion days  the  onus  lay  on  the  lord  of  the  manor. 

Which  would  seem  to  prove  that  the  monks  of  Dun- 
mow originated  the  custom.  Perhaps  they  did.  It 
looks  like  a  joke  of  morganatic  celibates.  Immune 
themselves  from  the  storm  and  stress  of  wedded  life, 
and  incredulous  of  nuptial  happiness,  what  was  more 
likely  than  that  the  monks,  over  a  merry  bottle  in  the 
refectory,  should  have  conceived  the  idea  of  convincing 
the  world  that  married  bliss  was  a  myth  ?  And  they 
nearly  succeeded.  From  1445  to  1751  there  were  only 
six  successful  claimants.  Three  centuries  to  produce 
half  a  dozen  happily  married  couples !  The  percentage 
is  meagre  enough  to  establish  a  rule  by  the  infrequency 
of  the  exceptions.  How  the  Dunmow  monks  would 
chuckle  could  they  read  those  statistics. 

But  there  is  another  claimant  for  the  honor  of  en- 
dowing the  Dunmow  flitch.  If  the  monks  are  ruled 
out,  there  remains  only  Robert  Fitzwalter,  that  early 
champion  of  English  liberty  who  played  so  large  a  part 
in  inducing  King  John  to  adhibit  his  sign  manual  to 
Magna  Charta.  Now  this  Robert,  though  so  ferocious 
a  fighter  where  the  king  was  concerned,  was  as  mild  as 
a  sucking  dove  in  the  Fitzwalter  family  circle.  There 
he  enjoyed-  "peace,  perfect  peace."  He  never  gad- 
zooked  his  spouse,  or  disputed  her  household  accounts, 
or  grudged  her  whatever  was  the  thirteenth-century 
equivalent  for  a  new  bonnet.  In  fact,  they  were  an 
ideal  couple,  this  master  and  mistress  Fitzwalter.  and 
in  grateful  memory  of  his  own  domestic  calm  the  afore- 
said Robert,  so  the  legend  goes,  proclaimed  to  the 
world  that  he  would  bestow  the  whole  side  of  a  smoked 
pig  on  any  couple  who  could  prove  they  were  equally 
happy. 

But  Robert  was  unhappy  in  his  daughter  Matilda. 
This  was  the  maiden,  fair  to  see,  to  whom  Drayton 
attributed  the  determination  not  to  be  "a  wofu!  widow 
in  virginity."  For  the  lascivious  King  John  had  ogled 
her  with  his  Norman  eyes  and  made  what  the  lady 
novelists  call  "improper  advances."  And  when  Matilda 
repeatedly  declined  his  royal  attentions  he  had  her 
poisoned  in  the  good  old  style.  So  she  was  spared  be- 
coming "a  woful  widow  in  virginity."  And  if  any  one 
doubts  this  romantic  tale  of  the  rare  old  days,  why 
there,  in  Dunmow  church,  is  her  alabaster  effigy, 
around  which  you  can  weave  as  many  legends  as  suits 
your  fancy. 

To  return  to  the  bacon.  Even  a  whole  flitch  was  an 
inadequate  reward  for  the  tremendous  achievement  for 
which  it  was  offered.  Pigs  were  cheap  in  the  olden 
days.  I  turn  up  the  housekeeping  accounts  of  Mary 
Stuart  and  find  "pigges"  were  in  the  market  at  thir- 
teen pence  each.  However,  there  were  pigs  and  pigs. 
For  a  "pOTker"  cost  twenty  shillings.  And  bacon  bore 
no  proportionate  value  to  the  whole  hog.  for  flitches 
provided  for  Mary's  breakfast-table  were  eight  shil- 
lings and  fourpence  each.  Hence  the  value  of  Robert 
Fitzwalter's  prize  for  married  felicity  may  be  set  down 
at  not  more  than  a  couple  of  dollars. 

Today,  however,  the  price  of  bacon  is  another  story. 
The  air  is  filled  with  housewives'  lamentations  that 
bacon  is  "riz."  And  a  whole  side  of  bacon,  otherwise 
a  flitch,  will  leave  no  change  out  of  three  pounds. 
Perhaps  that  explains  why  the  special  trains  from 
London  yesterday  were  so  full.  Three  pounds'  worth 
of  bacon  was  worth  a  journey  even  to  Dunmow.  For, 
to  give  a  final  explanation.  H.  G.  Wells  and  a  few 
kindred  spirits,  none  of  whom  would  have  been  sus- 
pected of  an  affection  for  the  customs  of  the  past,  had 


resolved  to  revive  once  more  the  old  Dunmow  cere- 
mony. No  sooner  did  the  word  go  round  than  nearly 
forty  claimants  notified  their  intention  of  demanding 
the  prize.  Alas !  for  their  pretensions.  Private  in- 
quiry disclosed  many  rifts  in  the  domestic  lute,  and 
finally  there  were  but  two  couples  left  to  face  the 
ordeal. 

In  place  of  the  old  priory  of  Dunmow.  then,  imagine 
a  large  modern  marquee,  and  instead  of  the  prior  and 
his  merry  monks  a  few  local  wits  arrayed  in  all  the 
panoply  of  a  court  of  law.  There  was  a  judge  in  wig 
and  scarlet  gown,  a  counsel  for  the  claimants  and  a 
counsel  for  the  flitch,  a  clerk  of  the  court,  and  a  jury 
of  simpering  Bank  Holiday  maidens  and  self-conscious 
youths.  On  either  side  the  judicial  tribunal  hung  a 
side  of  bacon,  nicely  smoked  to  a  rich  golden  brown 
and  decorated  with  ribbons  and  rosettes,  while  the  legal 
books  of  reference  onstensibly  exposed  to  view  included 
"How  I  Won  the  Flitch,"  by  Anna  Nyass.  "Vixon  on 
the  Law  of  the  Home,"  and  "Courts  on  Courting." 

For  of  course  the  old  custom  had  to  be  butchered 
to  make  a  London  holiday.  True,  judge  and  counsel 
discharged  their  duties  with  an  enjoyable  affectation  of 
gravity,  and  the  claimants  did  their  best  to  earn  the 
bacon.  Their  counsel  made  the  most  of  his  case,  as 
when  in  pleading  for  the  first  couple  he  urged  that  the 
husband  did  not  carry  a  latchkey,  gave  up  smoking  at 
his  wife's  request,  and  as  willingly  took  to  his  pipe 
again  for  the  same  reason.  In  vain  did  the  counsel  for 
the  flitch  urge  that  the  claimant's  public  engagements 
on  councils  and  committees  were  so  many  proofs  that 
he  sought  respite  from  the  tyranny  of  home;  there 
hung  the  flitches  and  somebody  had  to  have  them. 

Besides  there  was  more  fun  of  the  fair  to  be  en- 
joyed. There  were  races,  for  example,  and  traveling 
shows,  and  the  adjuncts  already  mentioned,  while  for 
the  crowning  event  of  the  day  there  was  a  pageant 
procession  which  gave  a  picture  history  of  English 
annals  from  Anglo-Saxon  days  to  Oliver  Cromwell. 
Matilda  herself  was  in  the  crowd,  and  the  too  attentive 
King  John,  but  he  kept  his  advances  within  decorous 
limits.  In  fact,  save  for  the  bacon,  it  was  a  London 
Bank  Holiday  transferred  to  a  rural  setting.  And  as 
such  it  would  have  warmed  the  heart  of  the  kindly 
Harrison  Ainsworth,  whose  novel  and  revival  of  the 
custom  in  the  'fifties  of  last  century  did  more  than  any- 
thing to  preserve  it  from  oblivion. 

London,  August  6,  1912.           Henry  C.  Shelley. 
■i> 

Within  twelve  miles  of  the  city  of  Calgary,  with  its 
population  of  50,000,  the  Sarcee  Indians  pursue  their 
lives  and  observe  the  ancient  tribal  habits  exactly  as 
did  their  forefathers.  Two  years  ago  there  was  a  great 
festival,  at  which  seven  of  the  oldest  chiefs  related  the 
stories  of  their  exploits,  which  the  painter  of  the  tribe 
preserved  for  posterity  on  two  immense  steer  hides. 
These  hides  are  now  carefully  preserved  at  the  office 
of  the  agent  of  the  Sarcee  reserve.  When  several 
chiefs  and  medicine  men  of  the  tribe  are  growing  old 
an  assembly  is  arranged  where  a  famous  Indian  inter- 
preter meets  the  aged  men.  One  by  one  the  old  men 
stand  forth  before  the  people  and  recount  the  stories  of 
their  lives.  Sometimes  their  meetings  last  several 
days.  The  old  men  are  enthusiastic  in  their  descrip- 
tions of  bygone  days ;  they  recite  rapidly  and  gesticu- 
late much.  The  members  of  the  tribe  sitting  about 
them  listen  eagerly,  storing  the  details  to  be  told  over 
and  over  again  to  their  sons  and  their  sons'  sons,  until 
they  are  tribal  traditions  of  the  long  past.  As  they  talk 
the  painter  sits  upon  the  ground  with  his  steer  hide 
spread  before  him  and  paints  with  his  rude  dyes  pic- 
tures to  illustrate  the  incidents. 


Visitors  to  the  quaint  old  city  of  Plougastel.  in  Brit- 
tany, are  struck  with  the  fact  that  all  marriages  are 
solemnized  in  a  single  day  of  the  year.  Why  this  un- 
usual custom  prevails  is  easily  explained.  The  men  are 
all  fishermen,  many  of  them  going  as  far  as  the  New- 
foundland banks,  and  are  at  home  only  during  a  few 
months  in  the  winter.  One  day  in  early  February  is 
set  apart  for  the  weddings.  Little  courting  is  done,  but 
much  haggling  over  the  dowry  of  the  girls.  They  have 
to  bring  a  certain  quantity  of  linen,  chickens,  pigs,  and 
vegetables.  Frequently  a  match  is  broken  off  because 
a  father  refuses  to  add  a  sack  of  potatoes  to  the  dowry. 
On  the  day  set  the  inhabitants  of  the  entire  region  go 
to  Plougastel.  The  whole  population  goes  to  church 
to  hear  mass,  to  take  communion.  Often  fifty  or  more 
couples  are  united  on  the  same  day.  Bride  and  bride- 
groom do  not  walk  together  until  the  ceremony  has 
been  completed. 

ictically  two-thirds  of  the  telephone  business  of 
the  world  is  concentrated  in  the  United  States.  This 
represents  an  investment  of  $1,729,000,000.  which  is 
certainly  a  great  sum.  in  view  of  the  fact  that  last  year 
was  only  the  thirty-fifth  since  Professor  Bell  invented 
the  telephone.  Statistics  recently  compiled  show  that 
in  Stockholm  there  are  19.9  telephones  per  100  popula- 
tion, a  figure  excelled  by  no  American  city  except  Los 
Angeles,  where  there  are  24  instruments  per  100  popu- 
lation. 

^i» 

It  cost  $7200  to  discover  America,  according  to  an- 
cient records  recently  found  at  Palos.  Spain,  that  being, 
it  is  claimed,  the  amount  raised  by  the  Queen  of  Spain 
to  enable  Columbus  to  make  the  voyage;  Columbus 
and  his  officers  spent  about  $400  a  month,  and  the 
wages  of  the  crew  came  to  something  like  30  outs  a 
week   per  man.     The  personal  expense  tubus, 

the  archaic  bookkeeping  informs  us.   v.  ^1500. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24,  1912. 


A    DIPLOMAT  AT  THE    COURT    OF  SPAIN 


William    Miller   Collier    Writes  of   Four    Years'    Experience 
as  American  Minister  to  Madrid. 


William  Miller  Collier,  who  writes  so  entertainingly 
of  his  experiences  at  the  Court  of  Spain,  would  have  us 
believe  that  the  life  of  the  ambassador  is  one  of  strenu- 
ous toil,  but  that  he  may  speak  only  of  its  lighter  and 
more  pleasurahle  aspects.  During  his  four  years'  resi- 
dence at  the  Court  of  Madrid  there  were  many  ques- 
tions of  importance  to  be  settled,  but  these  must  be 
covered  by  the  obligations  of  official  reticence.  Mr. 
Collier  had  many  interviews  with  the  royal  family  and 
was  thus  afforded  an  insight  in  their  personal  charac- 
ter and  domestic  life,  but  here,  too,  the  veil  of  con- 
fidence must  be  respected.  Xone  the  less  there  are 
some  reminiscences  that  may  be  given  with  propriety, 
certain  experiences  that  may  be  recounted  without  fear 
of  international  complications,  and  so  we  have  a  vol- 
ume of  over  three  hundred  pages,  written  with  a  pleas- 
ant vivacity,  often  novel  in  content,  and  with  illus- 
trations supplied  in  many  cases  by  the  court  photogra- 
phers. That  Mr.  Collier  makes  no  startling  revelations 
is  evidence  of  his  diplomatic  discretion.  That  he 
should  write  entertainingly  is  the  best  that  we  can  ex- 
pect, and  here,  at  least,  there  will  be  no  disappoint- 
ment. 

With  some  surprise  we  learn  that  the  aristocracy  of 
Spain  has  no  governing  status.  It  is  a  social  caste, 
and  no  more.  Among  the  last  dozen  prime  ministers 
only  one  or  two  have  been  nobles,  and  indeed  the  great 
political  leaders  seem  to  have  held  titles  in  contempt. 
Canovas  declined  the  doubtful  honor,  while  the  author 
tells  a  good  story  of  Sagasta  to  the  same  effect: 

Sagasta,  the  great  rival  of  Canovas,  showed  even  greater 
reluctance  to  being  ennobled,  and  Maria  Christina  was  less 
direct  in  her  offer  of  a  title.  It  is  said  that  on  a  certain 
occasion  he,  with  others,  accompanied  the  Queen  Regent  to 
inspect  some  new  works  at  the  Escorial.  She  stepped  upon 
a  scaffolding  which  was  insecure,  and  nearly  fell.  Sagasta 
caught  her  by  the  arm  and  saved  her.  Laughingly  the  Queen 
Regent  said  to  him  :  "Do  you  not  remember  the  old  Spanish 
law  which  made  it  a  crime  punishable  by  death  to  touch  the 
queen — unless,"  she  significantly  added,  "'one  was  a  grandee 
of  Spain  ?" 

"In  that  case,  madam,  I  choose  death."  replied  Sagasta. 

Still,  he  afterwards  accepted  the  Order  of  the  Golden 
Fleece,  and  after  his  death  his  daughter  received  the  title  of 
Countess  of  Sagasta.  Her  action  and  that  of  the  wife  of 
Canovas  del  Castillo  would  seem  to  prove  that  titles  have  a 
special  charm  for  the  female  sex. 

The  American  ambassador,  on  reaching  the  scene  of 
his  future  labors,  will  be  escorted  to  an  hotel,  "which 
he  must  occupy  until  such  time  as  he  can  find,  at  his 
own  expense,  a  house  suitable  for  the  official  residence 
of  the  representative  of  one  of  the  greatest  countries 
of  the  world" : 

The  enactment,  in  1911,  of  the  law  making  an  appropriation 
for  the  purchase  of  such  houses  will  gradually  correct  this  con- 
dition, which  so  long  has  been  a  humiliation  and  disadvantage 
to  our  government  and  an  inconvenience  and  injustice  to  our 
diplomats,  greatly  impairing  the  influence  and  prestige  of  the 
American  people  as  well  as  of  their  representatives.  How 
keenly  this  lack  of  a  suitable  residence  has  been  felt  by 
American  ministers  and  ambassadors  is  well  illustrated  by 
the  story  of  one  of  them,  noted  for  his  wit,  who  was  ac- 
credited to  the  Court  of  St.  James,  and  who  was  one  day 
lost  in  one  of  London's  impenetrable  fogs  and  stumbled  in  the 
darkness  against  a  cab,  the  driver  of  which  called  out  to  him: 
"Want  a  cab,  sir?  Want  to  go  home,  sir?"  "I  have  no 
home."  was  the  quick  reply,  "I  am  only  the  American  am- 
bassador." 

The  reception  of  foreign  ministers  at  the  Spanish 
court  is  an  affair  of  some  dignity,  but  it  seems  to  be  bv 
no  means  overloaded  with  formalities: 

As  I  passed  through  the  doors  which  servants  flung  open, 
and  crossed  the  threshold,  I  saw  in  a  corner  of  the  room 
a  dozen  or  more  Spanish  high  officials,  grandees,  and  palace 
functionaries,  all  in  uniform,  ranged  in  two  lines  back  of  a 
small  table  covered  with  a  rich  gold  cloth,  at  the  end  of 
which  was  seated  the  king  in  the  uniform  of  a  captain- 
general.  He  was  erect,  tall,  dignified.  He  appeared  to  me 
to  have  a  pleasant  countenance,  although  his  face  when  in 
was  somewhat  sad.  I  had  hardly  time  to  take  note 
of  the  surroundings  or  to  give  more  than  a  brief  glance. 
t<.r  my  thoughts  were  upon  compliance  with  the  etiquette  of 
the  occasion.  As  we  crossed  the  threshold  the  introducer 
of  ambassadors  said  to  me  sotlo  voce,  "La  reverencia,"  and  I 
made  a  bow  :  then  I  went  about  half  way  across  the  room 
and  made  another  bow,  and  then  approached  to  within  a  few 
t  the  king,  and  made  a  third  bow,  as  required.  I  was 
holding  my  letters  credential  in  my  hand,  and  it  was  now 
time  to  present  tin  m. 

Mr.  Collier  had   been  advised  to  make  a  speech   of 

"three  or  four  words"  when  presenting  his  credentials. 

Bui   as   the  king  made   no  motion  and   seemed  to  wish 

for  a  little  more  American  oratory,  Mr.  Collier  added 

a   few  additional   words,  which  had  the  desired  effect: 

The   king  then   arose,  took   the  letter,  and   saying  that   he 

riot    speak    English    very    well,    in    finite    perfect    English 

me    the    usual    questions:       "'When    did    you    arrive     in 

"When   did   you   leave   vour   own   country3"      "Did 

ime  directly  here?"    These  are  almost  stereotyped.    Every 

epects  them  as  the  firm  questions  of  the  first  audience'. 

just  as  children  in    Episcopal   Sunday-schools  expect  that  the 

tirst   question   put    to   them   from  the  catechism   will  be   "What 

is  your   name.-"      Answer:    "X   f,r   M."     "Who   gave   vou   this 

A    bnei    conversation    followed,   in    which    the    king 

ope     that     I     would     enjoy     my    residence    in 

Madrid.     1    -hen   presented  ,   him,   and  after  a 

tew  questions    his    majesty    bowed    and    went    out.      One    by   one 

tl'e   d  izcn  or  more   officials   who   had   been    present    also    bowed 

and   went  into  the  adjoining  room.     Thai   audience  was  over. 

but   the   introducer  of   ambassadors    informed    me   that    I    would 

faria  I  'hristina.  and 
hi    ■  where  the  officials  had  (tone,  the 

c. im,ii>i,     Tli.  i  them. 

Mr.  Collier  gives  ns  an   impression  of  the   Kin-  of 

n    thai     s    distinctly    pleasing.     There    arc    many 

his  modesty  and  cordiality,  while  he  seems 

no  means  without  the  saving  grace  of  humor. 


Speaking  of  the  ball  given  by  the  Duchess  of  Bailen, 
the  author  says: 

I  never  recall  that  ball  without  there  coming  to.  my  mind 
a  talk  which  I  had  had  with  the  king  that  morning  at  the 
close  of  a  private  audience,  at  which  I  had  presented  to  him 
a  distinguished  American  scholar.  I  make  it  a  rule  not  "to 
repeat  conversations  of  this  character,  but  that  which  the 
young  sovereign  said  at  this  time  shows  so  clearly  his  affa- 
bility, his  lack  of  affectation,  and  that  rare  quality  which  the 
Spaniards  call  simpatia,  that  I  feel  justified  in  making  an  ex- 
ception. 

The  king  said  to  me,  "I  suppose  I  shall  see  you  at  the  ball 
tonight  ?" 

"Yes,  your  majesty,"  I  replied,  "although  I  fear  that  I  shall 
be  unable  to  dance,  as  I  am  suffering  keenly  from  a  severe 
attack    of    rheumatism." 

"What !"  he  said,  "you  have  rheumatism  !  Why,  that  is  all 
wrong.  We  ought  to  trade.  You  ought  not  to  have  rheuma- 
tism, for  you  would  like  to  go  and  dance ;  I  ought  to  have 
your  rheumatism,  for  then  I  should  not  have  to  dance.  They 
expect  me  to  go  and  dance,  and  I  do  not  know  how  to 
dance.'' 

He  went,  however,  and  did  dance,  and  I  thought  he  danced 
well.  Certainly  in  later  years  he  showed  proficiency  and  ap- 
parent fondness   for  dancing. 

The  king  seemed  to  derive  a  certain  amusement  from 
the  guesses  at  the  identity  of  his  future  wife.  When  it 
was  suggested  that  he  name  his  yacht  after  the  lady 
who  was  to  be  queen  he  said:  "All  right,  let  it  be 
named  Queen  X,"  and  he  would  often  ask  his  ministers: 
"Well,  to  what  princess  have  the  papers  married  me 
this  morning?" 

I  recall  an  interesting  incident  in  this  connection. 
About  three  weeks  before  the  engagement  was  announced. 
I  went  to  the  palace  to  present  a  distinguished  Ameri- 
can col'.ege  professor.  It  was  the  first  time  the  pro- 
fessor had  stood  in  the  presence  of  royalty.  It  was  the 
first  time  that  I  had  presented  one  of  my  compatriots 
to  the  king.  We  both  expected  an  audience  that  would 
be  formal  and  in  accordance  with  the  traditions  as  to 
the  strict  etiquette  of  the  Spanish  court.  In  a  few  words 
I  made  the  presentation  and  then  stepped  back  a  foot  or  two 
to  leave  the  king  and  the  professor  together.  Imagine  my 
astonishment  as,  in  English  as  perfect  as  that  which  follows 
and,  I  think,  in  these  very  words  and  without  any  trace  of 
accent,  the  king  said  :  "You  must  excuse  me,  professor,  if 
I  speak  to  you  in  bad  English.  You  have  probably  read  in 
the  papers,  professor,  all  these  articles  about  my  intending  to 
marry  an  English  princess.  Why,  just  imagine  any  one  who 
speaks  English  as  poorly  as  I  do  marrying  an  English  prin- 
cess." 

But  when  the  die  was  finally  cast  the  king  proved 
himself  to  be  a  model  lover.  The  courtship,  says  Mr. 
Collier,  was  idyllic : 

At  the  end  of  a  week  we  had  to  return  to  Madrid.  Back 
in  his  capital,  with  plenty  of  king's  business  to  do,  writh 
daily  rumors  of  cabinet  crises  and  governmental  changes,  the 
king  was  a  lover  constant  in  his  attentions.  Many  letters 
and  telegrams  were  exchanged  daily,  and  those  for  the  king 
were  delivered  to  him  wherever  he  was  and  were  read  then 
and  there.  I  remember  seeing  one  delivered  to  him  during  the 
musicale  in  the  palace  given  in  honor  of  the  Portuguese 
sovereigns,  when  he  and  they  were  all  seated  together.  With 
Queen  Amelia's  permission  the  seal  was  broken  and  the  letter 
read  forthwith  by  the  king,  while  the  musicians  went  on  with 
their  playing.  When  Princess  Ena  was  in  San  Sebastian  she 
expressed  to  the  king  her  fondness  for  Spanish  oranges. 
When  she  was  returning  to  England  she  stopped  for  several 
days  in  Paris.  The  Spanish  Embassy  in  that  capital  received 
a  dispatch  that  the  king  was  sending  to  it  "some  oranges"  to 
be  delivered  to  Princess  Ena  of  Battenberg.  The  quantity 
was  not  stated.  The  embassy  did  not  know  whether  to  ar- 
range for  the  delivery  of  a  box  or  a  barrel.  Imagine  its  sur- 
prise when  there  was  delivered  to  it  for  presentation  to  the 
princess  a  full-sized  orange  tree  in  its  native  earth,  loaded 
with  golden  fruit. 

Every  one  will  remember  the  anarchist  attack  on 
the  royal  couple  immediately  after  the  wedding,  but 
Mr.  Collier  describes  the  scene  on  the  following  day, 
when  the  crowd  in  front  of  the  palace  saw  the  king 
and  queen,  unprotected  and  unescorted,  start  on  an  au- 
tomobile ride  over  the  course  followed  by  the  marriage 
procession: 

It  saw  what  I  consider  not  only  an  act  of  bravery,  but  of  wise 
policy — the  young  king  and  queen,  who  the  day  before  had 
so  miraculously  escaped  death,  coming  out  of  the  palace,  in 
his  automobile,  absolutely  alone,  without  a  guard,  a  detective, 
an  attendant,  or  even  a  chauffeur,  for  the  king  was  himself 
running  the  automobile.  They  came  to  make  an  excursion 
through  the  streets  in  order  to  prove  their  confidence  in  the 
loyalty  of  their  subjects  and  to  show  them  that  they  were 
well.  The  surprise  of  the  people  was  very  great-  It 
soon  turned  into  enthusiastic  admiration,  which  found 
expression  in  cheers  and  in  demonstrations  of  affection.  As 
they  proceeded  slowly  along  the  Calle  Arenal,  the  crowds 
increased  in  numbers  and  the  ovation  became  more  and  more 
impressive.  In  the  Puerta  del  Sol  there  were  about  three 
thousand  people.  As  soon  as  the  king  and  queen  were  recog- 
nized, the  excitement  knew  no  bounds.  People  rushed  from 
the  sidewalk,  surrounded  the  automobile,  almost  stopping  its 
progress,  and  cheered  and  gave  every  form  of  expression  to 
their  delight.  Women  from  the  balconies  waved  their  hand- 
kerchiefs, and  the  king  stood  up  in  his  automobile  to  bow  to 
i  hem.  Boys  and  men  caught  hold  of  the  automobile  and, 
hanging  on  to  it,  ran  along  with  it  on  its  course  through  the 
streets.  The  king  and  queen  traversed  nearly  the  whole  route 
taken  by  the  wedding  cortege  the  day  before.  Returning, 
they  passed  a  second  time  through  the  Puerta  del  Sol,  and 
the  crowd  was  now  so  great  that  they  had  to  stop  several 
times  to  avoid  running  over  people.  Back  to  the  palace  they 
went,  through  crowds  almost  delirious  with  excitement.  Ar- 
riving there,  they  rose  in  the  automobile  and  stood  for  sev- 
eral minutes,  the  king  saluting  and  the  queen  bowing  and 
waving    her    hand. 

The  queen  insisted  on  the  presence  of  an  English 
physician  at  the  birth  of  her  first  child,  and  although 
this  was  a  strain  upon  etiquette  it  was  permitted: 

On  one  occasion,  within  a  generation,  the  head  of  the  med- 
ical faculty  finally  consented  that  the  private  physician  of  one 
of  the  queens  who  was  about  to  give  birth  tn  a  child  might  be 
present  and  might  aid  in  ushering  the  new-born  child  into  the 
world,  taking  it  by  the  left  hand,  but  he  insisted  that  his  pre- 
rogative  should  be  recognized  and  that  he  should  give  the  right 
hand.  There  is  an  ancient  rule  in  Spain  that  if  one  of  the  prin- 
cesses is  about  to  have  a  child,  the  surgeon  of  the  regiment 
to  which  her  husband  belongs  shall  be  her  attending  physician. 
It  mailer-,  n ol  ili.ii  the  princess  prefers  some  other  physician; 
it  mailers  not  that  the  surgeon  may  notoriously  be  much 
more  skilful  in  amputating  a  leg  than  in  assisting  at  the  birth 
of  a  child.  Xo  princess  would  dare  to  go  counter  to  this 
established    rule.     Her    husband's    -  j     regiment 


would  be  rendered  insupportable,  and  even  the  whole  army 
would  become  disattected.  Compliance  with  this  rule  on  more 
than  one  occasion  has  resulted  disastrously  to  both  mother 
and  child,  if  current  reports  are  to  be  believed. 

The  royal  baby  was  on  view  within  fifteen  minutes  of 
its  birth,  which  speaks  much  for  the  expedition  of  the 
attendants: 

About  fifteen  minutes  after  the  birth  had  taken  place  the 
door  into  the  antecamara  was  swung  open  by  the  lord  cham- 
berlain and  the  king  appeared,  smiling  and  carrying  the  new- 
born Prince  of  Asturias  in  a  shallow  basket,  shaped  like  a 
iarge  deep  silver  platter,  lined  with  soft  cotton.  Over  the 
naked  infant  was  thrown  a  piece  of  rare  old  lace,  long  used 
for  this  purpose  at  such  ceremonies.  The  minister  of  grace 
and  justice  lifted  it,  so  that  upon  his  own  authority  he  could 
make,  as  chief  notary  of  the  realm,  the  certificate  that  it  was 
a  boy  and  not  a  girl.  Those  who  were  invited  to  the  cere- 
mony so  nearly  filled  the  room  that  it  was  quite  impossible  to 
form  a  circle,  and  the  result  was  that  the  assemblage  prac- 
tically separated  into  two  halves,  leaving  just  enough  space 
for  the  king  to  pass  with  the  new-born  baby,  followed  by  the 
Infanta  Eulalia  and  the  Duquesa  San  Carlos,  the  grand  mis- 
tress of  the  robes,  the  chief  of  the  ladies  of  the  queen.  The 
king  walked  slowly,  still  carrying  the  baby  in  the  basket.  He 
made  an  instant's  halt  several  times.  Those  who,  like  my- 
self, were  near  the  front  of  the  group  were  fortunate  enough 
to  see  the  baby  prince  perfectly.  He  was  beyond  question  an 
unusually  strong  and  healthy  appearing  infant.  To  the  sur- 
prise of  all  he  moved  and  turned  in  the  basket  in  which  he 
was  carried.  His  eyes  were  open,  and  he  had  an  abundance 
of  fair  hair.  To  the  congratulations  which  I  had  a  chance 
to  offer  the  king,  his  majesty,  with  evident  pride,  replied,  as 
he  did  to  many  others,  "And  he  weighs  more  than  four 
kilos"  (nearly  nine  pounds).  The  king  carried  the  infant 
nearly  two-thirds  of  the  way  across  the  room,  when  the  In- 
fanta Eulalia  and  the  Duquesa  San  Carlos  protested  against 
keeping  the  baby  any  longer  in  a  room  "where  he  would 
surely  catch  his  death  cold."  The  king  then  turned  and  car- 
ried the  infant  out  of  the  room  and  back  to  its  mother  amidst 
renewed  cries  of  "Viva  el  Rev!"  "Viva  la  Reina!"  "Viva  el 
Principe  de  Asturias !"  The  act  of  presentation  was  at  an 
end.  It  was  so  informal  that  it  could  hardly  be  called  a  cere- 
mony. 

We  have  a  curious  account  of  the  Pantheon  of  the 
Kings,  planned  by  Philip  II  and  completed  in  1654: 

All  the  kings  of  Spain,  beginning  with  the  great  Em- 
peror Charles  the  Fifth,  except  Philip  V  and  Fernando 
VI,  He  buried  in  the  marble  sarcophagi  which,  set  in 
four  tiers  of  niches,  fill  the  walls  of  this  sombre  octagonal 
room.  One  can  count  thirty-two  of  these  marble  coffins. 
They  are  for  the  dead  and  for  those  still  living.  All  but  four 
of  them  are  now  filled  :  for  besides  kings,  the  wives  of  kings 
who  were  the  mothers  of  children  who  became  kings  are 
buried  in  this  room.  Queens  who  were  childless  or  whose 
children  did  not  come  to  the  throne  are  buried  along  with  the 
infantes  in  another  room  called  the  Pantheon  of  the  Infantes. 
But  before  the  body  of  either  king  or  queen  or  infante  is 
finally  placed  in  its  marble  sarcophagus  in  the  Pantheon,  it  is 
put  in  a  low,  dark,  and  poorly  ventilated  room  called  the 
pudridcro.  I  hesitate  to  translate  the  word,  because  all  the 
horror  of  death  is  expressed  in  it.  Sufficient  to  say  that  it 
is  here  that  decomposition  takes  place,  and  the  bodies  are  left 
in  this  room  for  years  until  that  process  is  completely  finished. 
Then  they  are  transferred  to  the  Pantheon  and  placed  in  the 
sarcophagi  which  have  been  reserved  for  them. 

The  author  need  not  translate  the  objectionable  word. 
It  translates  itself,  and  we  can  only  marvel  that  a  cus- 
tom so  revolting  should  still  be  found  in  a  civilized 
court. 

There  have  been  many  attempts  upon  the  life  of  the 
King  of  Spain,  one  of  the  most  recent  having  occurred 
at  the  memorial  service  to  the  murdered  King  of  Portu- 
gal in  the  church  of  San  Francisco  el  Grande : 

The  day  before  this  requiem  mass  for  Sefior  Silvela  I  was 
in  this  same  church,  with  all  my  diplomatic  colleagues  and 
nearly  all  the  official  world,  to  attend  the  special  and  solemn 
Te  Deum  service  that  was  sung  in  thanksgiving  because  of 
King  Alfonso's  escape  from  assassination  a  week  before 
(May  31,  1905),  when  a  bomb  was  thrown  at  him  and  Presi- 
dent Loubet,  whom  he  was  visiting,  in  the  streets  of  Paris. 
Many  were  wounded  by  that  bomb,  but  the  king  and  the 
president  both  escaped  without  any  injury  whatever.  Less 
than  three  years  later  T  went  to  this  same  church  for  the 
funcrales,  the  requiem  mass,  for  His  Majesty  King  Carlos  of 
Portugal  and  his  young  son.  the  heir  apparent,  who  had  been 
assassinated  in  the  streets  of  Lisbon  a  few  days  earlier  (Feb- 
ruary 1,  1908).  King  Alfonso  attended  this  service  in  per- 
son, coming  expressly  for  it  from  Seville,  where  he  was 
spending  part  of  the  winter.  Great  fears  for  his  safety  were 
felt,  for  anarchy  was  rampant  in  Spain,  and  it  was  thought 
that  a  veritable  epidemic  of  lawlessness  might  break  out  as 
a  result  of  the  Lisbon  outrage.  The  route  from  the  palace 
to  the  church  was  lined  with  soldiers  standing  so  close  to 
each  other  that  it  seemed  as  if  no  one  could  wedge  his  way 
between  them.  Fear  had  kept  many  who  ought  to  have  at- 
tended that  service  from  doing  so.  As  I  looked  around  from 
my  seat  in  the  section  reserved  for  the  Diplomatic  Corps,  third 
from  the  king,  who  was  seated  in  the  chancel,  I  noticed  that 
the  church  was  not  more  than  half  full.  That  afternoon 
when  I  arrived  home  I  learned  that  during  the  service  de- 
tectives had  arrested  an  anarchist  at  the  door  of  the  church. 
He  had  endeavored  to  enter  dressed  as  a  priest.  On  his  per- 
son was  found  a  loaded  revolver.  Just  such  an  attempt,  in 
this  very  disguise,  had  been  thought  possible,  and  the  parish 
clergy  had  guarded  against  it  by  agreeing  that  a  certain  word 
of  a  certain  verse  of  the  Gospel  for  the  day  should  be  re- 
quired as  a  pass  word  of  every  priest  and  acolyte  and  choir- 
boy entering  the  church.     The  anarchist  could  not  give  it. 

Mr.  Collier  has  written  a  book  that  does  not  add,  and 
was  not  intended  to  add,  to  our  knowledge  of  Spanish 
politics  or  public  affairs.  But  it  does  something  more 
important  than  that.  It  is  calculated  to  increase  the 
sense  of  sympathy  between  America  aad  Spain  and  to 
arouse  a  kindly  human  interest  that  can  be  followed 
only  by  salutary  results. 

At  the  Court  of  His  Catholic  Majesty.  By  Wil- 
liam Miller  Collier.  Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.: 
$2  net. 

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Teaching  school  in  South  Australia  is  no  job  for 
pampered  darlings,  when  it  is  understood  that  the  aver- 
age distance  separating  rural  schools  is  ten  miles.  In 
one  instance  it  is  ninety-six  miles.  If  six  children  need 
a  teacher  the  government  provides  one,  on  condition 
that  the  parents  find  a  building.  For  an  average 
attendance  of  twenty-five  the  government  finds  the 
building.  Men  teachers  begin  work  at  £100  a  year 
and  women  at  £80. 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 

Marie. 

Mr.  Rider  Haggard  has  added  yet  another 
to  the  Allan  Quartermain  stories.  The  ma- 
terial upon  which  it  is  based  is  supposed  to 
have  been  found  by  George  Curtis  among  the 
manuscripts  left  by  the  great  hunter,  and  we 
are  given  to  understand  that  there  were  also 
other  records  that  will  doubtless  see  the  light 
in  due  time.  As  a  literary  creation  Allan 
Quartermain  is  worthy  to  rank  with  any  of 
modern  times  as  a  hero  and  a  gentleman. 
We  can  hardly  hear  too  much  of  him. 

"Marie"  is  the  story  of  Quartermain's  first 
wife,  whom  he  met  as  a  girl  when  his  father 
sent  him  to  the  farm  of  the  old  Boer,  Henri 
Marais,  to  study  French  and  other  things 
under  the  tutor  whom  Marais  had  secured  for 
his  daughter.  It  was  Quartermain's  good  for- 
tune to  rescue  Marie  from  a  Kaffir  war  party 
after  a  stiff  fight,  and  that  the  young  people 
should  fall  in  love  was  natural  enough,  as 
was  the  preference  given  by  Marie  to  the 
penniless  lover  who  had  fought  for  her  over 
the  wealthy  Hernando  Pereira,  who  had  noth- 
ing to  recommend  him  except  his  money. 
Then  come  Quartermain's  experiences  with 
the  iT-fated  Pieter  Retief  and  the  Boer  com- 
mission to  the  Zulu  king,  Dingaan,  an  em- 
bassy that  ended  in  a  general  massacre,  of 
which  Quartermain  and  his  servant  were  the 
only  survivors.  The  story  is  admirably  told 
in  Mr.  Haggard's  accustomed  manner  and  in 
such  a  way  as  to  satisfy  us  from  the  senti- 
mental point  of  view  while  presenting  us  with 
a  chapter  of  South  African  history  that  is  re- 
lated with  detail  and  precision.  Among 
stories  of  adventure  it  would  be  hard  to  find 
any  so  deservedly  high  as  the  Quartermain 
series,  and  it  is  a  pleasure  to  foresee  still 
more  of  them. 

Mahie.  Jly  H.  Rider  Haggard.  New  York: 
Longmans,  Green   &  Co.;   $1.35   net. 


The  President's  Cabinet. 
Very  few  people  know  much  of  the  origin 
of  the  American  Cabinet  or  the  slow  pro- 
cess by  which  the  "constitutional  advisers 
of  the  President,"  as  Hamilton  described  the 
chief  heads  of  departments  in  1800,  became 
the  compact  body  with  which  we  are  now  fa- 
miliar. Mr.  Learned's  work  gives  the  whole 
story  of  the  origin,  formation,  and  structure 
of  the  nine  Cabinet  offices.  After  a  genera! 
introduction  and  a  chapter  on  the  English 
Cabinet  he  shows  the  peculiar  circumstances 
under  which  the  American  Cabinet  was  first 
summoned  by  President  Washington.  The 
narrative  throws  light  on  various  social,  per- 
sonal, legal,  and  even  industrial  factors  which 
have  influenced  the  development  of  political 
practices  in  the  United  States  and  reflects  the 
intimate  relation  between  public  opinion  and 
political  customs  and  laws.  Mr.  Learned  has 
not  written  a  history  of  administration,  of 
which  we  have  already  enough  and  to  spare, 
but  rather  a  progressive  and  consistent  series 
of  reflective  studies. 

The  President's  Cabinet.  By  Henry  Barrett 
Learned.  New  York:  Yale  University  Press; 
?2.50   net. 

The  Apaches  of  New  York. 
Many  a  chronicler  has  been  found  for  the 
Apaches  of  Paris,  and  there  is  no  reason  why 
the  deeds  of  the  New  York  variety  should  go 
unrecorded.  Certainly  the  New  York  Apache 
as  pictured  by  Mr.  Lewis  in  a  series  of  dra- 
matic sketches  is  unsurpassable  for  ferocity, 
crime,  or  cruelty.  How  much  these  stories 
owe  to  their  truth  and  how  much  to  the  imag- 
inative skill  of  the  author  may  be  a  matter 
of  doubt,  but  there  can  be  no  question  that 
they  are  at  least  ben  Irovato,  while  recent 
events  in  New  York  about  which  there  can 
be  no  question  at  all  seem  to  exonerate  Mr. 
Lewis  from  any  charge  of  exaggeration.  One 
story  at  least  is  like'.y  to  dwell  in  the  memory. 
After  Alma  has  been  shot  through  and 
through  the  body  by  the  lover  to  whom  she 
has  been  faithless  she  eventually  recovers 
and  gives  birth  to  a  baby,  for  which  pro- 
ceeding there  is  "no  defense  by  the  canons 
of  high  morality."  But  the  first  two  fingers 
of  the  baby  have  been  shot  away,  an  incident 
that  the  victim  can  hardly  explain,  since  it 
occurred   before   its   birth. 

The  Apaches  op  New  York.  By  Alfred  Henry 
Lewis.  New  York:  G.  W.  Dillingham  Company; 
S1.J5    net. 

German  Civilization. 
Dr.  Ernst  Richard  writes  so  luminously  of 
German  civilization  that  we  could  wish  he 
had  given  less  space  to  the  periods  before 
the  year  1400  and  more  space  to  the 
Reformation  and  to  the  new  Germany  that 
began  after  Luther,  the  Peasants'  War,  and 
the  adoption  of  the  Roman  law.  Historical 
units  may  conveniently  be  divided  into  the 
period  of  revolution,  followed  by  that  of 
quiescence  and  digestion,  which  in  its  turn 
gives  place  to  the  unrest  of  new  ideas  which 
presage  the  further  convulsion.  The  author's 
third,  fourth,  and  fifth  sections  may  be  said 
to  cover  such  a  unit  of  advance  that  began 
with  Luther,  continued  through  the  period  <-i 
"Regeneration."  and  ended  with  "The  New 
Empire,"  marked  by  the  disquiet  of  new 
ideals,  class  conflict,  and  the  heaving  of  the 
lower  social  strata.  Modern  Germany,  says 
Dr.  Richard,  is  held  by  the  "expectation  of 
something  great  to  come."     Such   restiveness 


has  always  been  followed  by  the  appearance 
of  a  genius,  and  while  the  author  naturally 
feels  it  his  duty  to  be  optimistic,  he  can 
hardly  conceal  the  note  of  doubt  and  anxiety 
from  his  speculations.  He  tells  us  that  the 
ideals  of  modern"  Germany  are  Truth,  Justice, 
Beauty.  If  that  be  so,  then  all  is  well  with 
Germany,  but  we  may  doubt  if  such  a  state- 
ment can  accurately  be  made  of  any  present 
part  of  civilization.  It  is  a  patriotic  conven- 
tionality and  no  more. 

But  the  work  as  a  whole  is  a  delight.  It 
is  marked  as  much  by  a  suavity  of  style  and 
an  amplitude  of  knowledge  as  by  an  unusual 
power  to  discern  causes  and  to  identify  the 
great  currents  of  national  sentiment.  For 
example,  why  does  Germany  show  such  a  sur- 
prising unity  in  support  of  her  army  ?  Be- 
cause she  still  remembers  that  she  was  once 
called  a  French  province  and  that  she  has 
been  invaded  twenty  times  by  the  French  in 
times  of  peace.  The  army  is  therefore  the 
expression  of  the  revived  national  spirit  that 
has  turned  its  back  upon  three  centuries  of 
obloquy.  Dr.  Richard's  book  deserves  to  rank- 
in  every  way  among  the  most  notable  and 
competent  histories  of  the  day. 

History  of  German-  Civilization.  By  Ernst 
Richard,  Pd.  D.  New  York:  The  Macmillan  Com- 
pany; $2  net. 

Beggars  and  Sorners. 

Mr.  Allan  McAulay  writes  an  historical 
story  of  days  near  enough  to  our  own  to  give 
accuracy  to  his  narrative  and  of  sufficient 
dramatic  interest  to  hold  the  attention.  His 
scene  is  laid  in  Amsterdam,  and  his  charac- 
ters are  the  Jacobite  refugees  who  have  lost 
everything  in  the  cause  of  the  young  Pre- 
tender and  who  now  have  leisure  to  reflect 
upon  the  instability  of  royal  promises.  It  is 
indeed  a  curious  picture  of  passionate  loyalty 
to  a  principle  and  of  contemptuous  hate  for 
the  personality  representing  that  principle. 
The  young  prince  "was  a  secret  danger  to  the 
peace  of  the  civilized  world,  a  schemer  fer- 
tile in  disguises  and  said  to  be  ubiquitous,  a 
target  for  the  obloquy  of  the  respectable,  a 
magnet  for  spies.  He  was  rarely  sober;  he 
kept  a  mistress.  He  had  quarreled  with  every 
friend  he  had  ever  made  ;  he  had  outwearied 
loyalty  and  disappointed  love.  And  if  any- 
thing was  more  conspicuous  than  his  crimes 
and  follies,  it  was  the  nobility,  the  rectitude, 
the  long-suffering  wisdom  and  patience  of  the 
victims  he  had  ruined." 

So  far  as  the  sentiment  of  the  story  is  con- 
cerned we  have  it  in  the  events  that  follow 
the  arrival  of  Helen  Murray  into  the  litt'.e 
circle  of  Scottish  adventurers  who  find  hospi- 
tality and  a  rallying  point  at  the  house  of 
Emilius  Six,  the  kindly  banker  of  Amster- 
dam. The  author  does  not  depend  upon 
beauty  to  win  our  favor  for  his  heroine. 
Helen  Murray  is  plain  and  even  pockmarked, 
but  her  intelligence,  vivacity,  and  courage  dis- 
tinguish her  in  a  company  already  distin- 
guished by  the  virtues  of  hardihood  and  self- 
sacrifice.  As  a  portrayal  of  a  day  of  lost 
causes  Mr.  McAulay  has  done  an  admirable 
piece  of  work,  while  the  sentiment  of  his 
story  is  no  less  successful. 

Beggars  and  Sorners.  By  Allan  McAulay. 
New   York:  John  Lane  Company;   $1.25. 


Red  Revenge. 

There  seems  still  to  be  room  for  stories  of 
the  Indian  Mutiny  in  which  a  romance  is 
woven  around  the  historical  misdeeds  of 
Nana  and  his  secretary  Azimoolah  and  the 
days  of  fire  and  storm  that  marked  the  siege 
of  Cawnpore.  Mr.  Charles  E.  Pearce  has 
done  his  work  with  his  usual  skill  and,  it 
may  be  said,  after  the  usual  pattern.  A  young 
soldier  and  a  beautiful  girl  play  their  parts 
before  the  fiery  background  of  betrayal  and 
massacre,  and  their  reward  comes  with  the 
entry  into  the  city  of  the  relieving  forces  un- 
der Havelock.  In  such  stories  originality 
must  usually  mean  a  departure  from  historical 
accuracy,  and  it  is  to  the  author's  credit  that 
he  tells  so  energetic  a  story  with  so  careful 
a   preservation  of  the  verities. 

Red  Revenge.  By  Charles  E.  Pearce.  Chi- 
cago:  A.  C.   McClurg  &  Co.;  $1.20  net. 

The  Sultan's  Rival. 

Mr.  Bradley  Gilman  tells  an  ingenious  story 
for  boys,  and  one  with  something  more  than 
a  spark  of  originality.  An  American  boy 
and  his  English  friend,  meeting  at  Cadiz  in 
Spain,  find  themselves  involved  in  a  crazy, 
piratical  scheme  for  seizing  the  Sahara  desert 
and  making  of  it  a  new  empire  by  means  of 
irrigation.  Cast  ashore  on  the  coast  of 
Morocco,  the  boys  meet  with  a  series  of  ad- 
ventures with  the  Arabs,  which  are  narrated 
in  a  lively  and  vigorous  way  in  which  vio- 
lence and  adventure  play  their  proper  part 
and  in  the  way  dear  to  the  heart  of  the 
youthful  male.  Those  who  want  something 
away  from  the  beaten  track  of  boys*  yarns 
will  find  it  here. 

The  Sultan's  Rival.  By  Bradley  Gilman. 
Boston:   Small,  Maynard  &  Co. 


Trois  Villes  Saintea. 
The  three  holy  towns  arc  Ars-en-Dombes, 
Saint  Jrtcques-de-Compnslelk-,  and  Le  Mont- 
Saint-Michel,  all  of  them  associated  inti- 
mately with  the  religious  and  poetic  life  of 
France.  M,  Emile  Baumann  relates  his  three 
pilgrimages  with  a  veracity  and  '■■»-+ 
and    with    a    certain    simpli 


PALL  MALL 

FAMOUS  CIGARETTES 


A  Shilling  in  London 
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excludes  alike  the  conventional  and  the  arti- 
ficial. The  first  describes  the  sublime  char- 
acter of  the  Abbe  Vianney,  associated  so 
closely  with  the  country  of  Ars-en-Dombes. 
The  second  deals  with  the  pilgrimages  to 
Saint  Jacques-de-Compostelle,  and  the  third 
relates  the  religious  impressions  called  forth 
by  Mont-Saint-Michel.  The  book  is  ele- 
gantly written  and  has  a  strong  sentimental 
as    well   as   an   historical    interest. 

Trois    Villes    Saintes.      Par    Emile    Baumann. 
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Briefer  Reviews. 
Mr.  YV.  P.  Ker,  M.  A.,  is  the  author  of 
"English  Literature :  Mediaeval,"  which  ap- 
pears in  the  Home  University  Library  now  in 
course  of  issue  by  Henry  Holt  &  Co.  Price. 
50  cents  per  volume. 

"In  Cambridge  Backs,"  by  Mary  Taylor 
Blauvelt  (Sherman,  French  &  Co.;  $1.20  net), 
is  otherwise  described  as  the  vacation 
thoughts  of  the  schoolmistress.  Would  that 
there  were  more  schoolmistresses  with  such 
deep  sense  of  responsibility,  such  a  store- 
house of  knowledge,  and  such  power  to  ad- 
mire and  reflect.  The  author's  nine  essays 
include  chapters  on  "Immortality,"  "The 
Artistic  Temperament,"  and-  one  "On  the 
Writing  of  History"  that  displays  a  critical 
ability  of  an  unusual  kind. 

Among  current  schemes  for  destroying  the 
world  and  building  it  again  in  three  days  is 
Mr.  Ritter  Brown's  "Man's  Birthright,"  pub- 
lished by  Desmond  FitzGerald,  Inc.  ($1.50 
net).  The  whole  social  system  is  to  be  re- 
modeled within  a  stated  period  and  by  means 
of  twelve  enactments  that  occupy  about  a 
page  and  a  half  in  the  telling.  Enactment 
No.  3  reads:  "All  citizens  or  non-citizens 
holding  land  in  excess  of  ten  acres  shall  be 
obliged  to  dispose  of  all  their  excess  lands 
during  said  period  fixed  by  law."  No.  11  pro- 
vides that  "the  state  and  municipalities  shall, 
as  far  as  possible  during  said  period,  acquire 
all  public  utilities,  purchased  from  the  indi- 
vidual at  nominal  though  liberal  prices."  The 
present  age  is  singularly  rife  in  reformers 
like  Mr.  Brown,  who  believe  that  all  human 
difficulties  can  be  solved  by  a  fiat  and  that 
the  perfection  of  the  social  machine  is  a  mat- 
ter of  mere  mechanical  ingenuity. 


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Both  Sides  of  the  Shield. 

This  little  story  of  the  South  will  be  valued 
not  only  for  its  own  sake,  but  as  a  memorial 
to  the  man  who  wrote  it.  Mr.  Taft,  who 
writes  the  foreword,  says  :  "If  Archie  could 
have  selected  a  time  to  die,  he  would  have 
taken  the  one  that  God  gave  him.  and  he 
would  have  taken  it  because  he  would  have 
felt  that  there  before  the  world  he  was  ex- 
emplifying the  ideal  of  self-sacrifice  that  was 
deep-seated  in  his  nature,  and  that  had  be- 
come a  part  of  that  nature  in  serving  others 
and  making  them  happy  his  whole  life  long." 
The  story  itself  is  a  picture  of  Southern  life 
after  the  war  and  of  the  difficulties  of  the 
planters  as  their  whole  social  system  crumbled 
away  beneath  their  feet.  Major  Butt  gives  us 
many  typical  pictures  of  Southern  characters, 
and  all  are  drawn  con  amore  and  with  no  evi- 
dences  of   a    studied   literary'   labor. 

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Unquenched  Fire. 
Alice  Gerstenberg  makes  her  first  appear- 
ance among  the  fiction  writers  with  a  simple 
and  direct  narrative  of  a  Chicago  society  girl 
who  becomes  enamored  of  the  stage,  aban- 
dons her  home,  starves  for  a  time  in  New 
York,  and  finally  becomes  a  star.  The  au- 
ihor  has  the  virtues  of  directness  and  com- 
pression and  they  should  carry  her  far,  but 
perhaps  she  has  sti'.l  something  to  learn 
about  male  human  nature.  When  Jane  Car- 
rington  consents  to  marry  Bryce  Gordon  it  is 
on  the  understanding  that  the  relation  is  to 
be  one  of  comradeship  only,  and  the  under- 
standing is  apparently  maintained  long  after 
Jane  has  fallen  deeply  in  love  with  her  hus- 
band. Xow  there  is  no  doubt  that  compacts 
of  this  kind  are  sometimes  made,  but  we  may 
doubt  very  much  if  they  have  ever  yet  been 
kept. 

Unquenched  Fire.     By  Alice  Gerstenberg.     Bos- 
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The  House  of  Silence. 
This  may  be  described  as  a  missing-will 
story  and  one  that  is  marked  by  occasional 
extravagances  that  irritate.  When  David 
Storm,  aged  and  paralyzed,  is  found  dead  with 
evidences  of  murder,  the  disappearance  of  his 
will  causes  his  house  and  estate  to  pass  into 
the  hands  of  his  nephew  Robert  and  away 
from  those  of  his  niece  Eunice,  who  is  re- 
minded that  to  retain  her  position  she  has 
but  to  marry  her  objectionable  cousin.  This 
she  is  not  disposed  to  do,  as  she  is  already 
in  a  fair  way  to  fall  in  love  with  a  young 
artist  who  joins  her  in  an  energetic  search 
for  the  hidden  will,  which  is  eventually 
found  after  a  good  number  of  people  have 
done  a  good  many  things  that  they  would 
hardly  do  in  ordinary  life.  The  author  would 
have  made  a  better  story  of  it  but  for  a  cer- 
tain  tendency   toward   burlesque. 

The    House    of    Silence.      Bv    Gordon    Holmes. 
New    York:    Edward   J.    Clode;    $1.25    net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Kostrov.  a  Russian  poet,  labored  for  years 
translating  Homer's  "Iliad"  into  his  language, 
and  the  highest  offer  he  received  for  it  was 
$35,  which  encouraged  him  so  much  that  he 
threw  the  manuscript  into  the  fire.  After- 
ward, when  he  was  famous  in  his  own  coun- 
try, he  did  the  job  all  over  again. 

William  Lindsay  Scruggs,  ex-Minister  of 
the  United  States  to  Colombia  and  Venezuela 
and  the  author  of  the  authoritative  book, 
"The  Colombian  and  the  Venezuela  Republic," 
died  recently  at  Atlanta,  Georgia,  at  the  age 
of  seventy. 

It  is  one  of  the  ironies  of  the  ordinary 
school  grammar  book  that  the  examples  of 
bad  English  are  all  drawn  from  good  authors 
(observes  the  New  York  Sun).  When  the 
grammarian  undertakes  to  illustrate  some  in- 
correct usage  it  is  his  habit  to  pick  a  line 
from  the  very  best  author  he  possibly  can 
find.  And  as  he  is  never  content  to  invent  an 
illustrative  sentence  or  to  pick  one  from  an 
obscure  source,  but  must  always  go  to  one 
of  unquestionable  merit,  so  it  comes  about 
that  such  authors  as  Shakespeare,  Milton, 
Dryden,  Swift,  Addison,  and  De  Quincey 
stand  out  on  every  page  in  the  quality  of 
horrible  examples. 

James  Whitcomb  Riley  recently  handed  a 
check  for  $50,000  to  his  nephew,  Edmund  H. 
I-.itel.  who  was  married  three  days  before. 
Mr.  I'itcl  has  been  private  secretary,  adviser, 
and  banker  to  the  poet,  and  the  check  was 
in  appreciation  of  valuable  services  rendered 
as  well   as  a  wedding  gift. 

Now  ihat  the  influx  of  Russian  novelists  is 
upon    us,    something    should    In-    done    toward 
establishing  a  uniform  spelling  of  their  names 
Town     Topics),      Who.     for     instance. 
William    Lyon    Phetps's   excellent    es- 
say,  would   1  ,-ivc  any   idea  that   Andreev   was 
the  same  Andreiyeff  whose  name   appears  as 
thor  .  f  "Silence,"  published  in  the  Mod- 
ern Autho-     scries  by  Brown  Brothers.   James 
eminent    authority    no    doubt. 
ciyev.      And    on    the    Macmillan 
Anathema"   wc   find    "Andreyev." 


Again,  in  Scribner's  catalogue,  we  find  a  set 
of  books  by  one  TurgeniefT;  and  in  "Egoists" 
the  same  writer  is  referred  to  as  Turgenev. 
Then  Mr.  Phelps  has  an  essay  on  a  Russian 
writer  named  Chekhov ;  and  now  Mr.  Ken- 
nerley  issues  two  plays  by  a  Russian  spelled 
Tchekhof,  and  the  lay  mind  is  astonished  to 
learn  that  these  two  writers  are  one  and  the 
same. 

Andre  Lafon,  to  whom  the  French  Academy 
recently  awarded  its  new  prize  of  10,000 
francs  for  his  story,  entitled  "L'Eleve  Gilles," 
is  only  twenty-five  years  of  age,  is  an  usher 
in  a  school,  and  this  is  only  his  second  book. 

Dr.  Horace  Howard  Furness,  one  of  the 
foremost  Shakespearean  scholars  of  the  cen- 
tury, died  August  13  at  his  home  in  the  out- 
skirts of  Philadelphia.  Dr.  Furness  was  born 
in  Philadelphia  in  1S33,  the  son  of  the  Rev. 
W.  H.  Furness  and  Helen  Kate  Rogers,  both 
of  old  distinguished  families.  He  was  ad- 
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ficient means  almost  immediately  gave  up  his 
entire  life  to  the  study  of  Shakespeare.  In 
1871  Dr.  Furness  published  his  first  variorum 
of  Shakespeare  and  he  has  been  adding  to  it 
continually,  having  published  eighteen  of  the 
Shakespeare   plays  since. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


123 


'A  MAN  ON  HORSEBACK.' 


James  K.  Hackett's  latest  vehicle,  "A  Man 
on  Horseback,"  by  Booth  Tarkington,  has  the 
prestige  of  a  well-known  name  to  recom- 
mend it,  and,  as  a  further  advantage,  is  well 
adapted  to  Mr.  Hackett's  style.  It  is  not  a 
play  to  set  a  river  on  fire,  and  is  destined 
neither  for  a  spectacular  success  nor  for  tena- 
cious life.  But  it  will  serve  very  well  to 
fill  in  a  week  in  repertory,  since  its  scenes 
possess  the  power  of  interesting  and  holding 
an  audience,  and  its  hero  appeals  to  their 
sympathies. 

,  For  one  thing,  he  is  a  United  States  sena- 
tor; for  another,  he  is  a  romantic  one  (he 
speaks  of  being  in  possession  of  that  archaic 
object,  a  broken  heart).  Two  elements  are 
thus  represented  in  the  play  that  appeal  par- 
ticularly to  the  typical  American  play-goer's 
sympathy — politics  and  romance. 

I  am  afraid,  however,  that  I  shall  have  to 
qualify  that  last  expression  and  call  it  senti- 
mentality. For  Booth  Tarkington  is  pre- 
eminently a  sentimentalist.  That  is  one  of 
the  reasons  why  he  has  such  a  vogue  with 
his  special  public,  for,  however  much  the 
Americans  joke,  and  poke  fun,  and  indulge 
in  irreverence ;  slangy,  prosaic,  and  money- 
getting  though  they  may  be,  yet,  after  all, 
they  are  a  race  of  sentimentalists.  And  the 
reason  is  not  far  to  seek.  The  conditions 
of  life  are  easier  in  this  vast  new  country 
than  in  the  old  world,  the  struggle  is  not  so 
grim  and  desperate,  and  that  part  of  the 
population  which  supports  the  theatres  has 
climbed  out  of  the  worst  of  it,  and,  not  hav- 
ing yet  developed  into  a  condition  of  cold 
intellectuality,  can  afford  to  indulge  in  the 
luxury  of  petting  and  coddling  its  sentiments. 
Something    denied    the    very    poor. 

Besides,  who  shall  say  that  the  American, 
practical,  inventive,  and  acquisitive  as  he  is, 
does  not  live  in  the  country  of  greatest  ro- 
mance, since  here  is  the  land  of  no  caste, 
save  that  established  by  wealth  ?  Here  is  the 
land  where  all  may  rise  from  lower  to  higher 
conditions,  provided  they  have  ability,  enter- 
prise, and  adaptability.  The  land  where  the 
mechanic  may  become  a  senator,  win  his  ro- 
mance, and  marry  a  dainty  society  belle,  or  a 
multi-millionairess. 

Booth  Tarkington,  then,  recognizes  this  na- 
tional taste  for  sentimentality,  and  he  pro- 
vides, in  addition,  a  few  glimpses  of  political 
life,  and  throws  in  several  types  of  the  shifty 
politician,  big  and  little,  to  amuse  the  male 
portion  of  the  audience.  I  call  him  a  senti- 
mentalist, however,  because  our  common 
sense  rebels  at  accepting  the  sentimental 
situation  in  the  play  as  natural  or  inevitable  ; 
because  he  invokes  a  very  visible  machinery 
to  bring  around  situations  which  are  not 
probable  or  credible  in  order  to  bring  into 
the  plot  a  romantic  part  of  his  senatorial 
hero's   experiences   and   sufferings. 

Senator  Quarrier  is  a  popular  hero,  of  ab- 
solute integrity  and  unswerving  justice.  He 
has  all  but  caused  the  disgrace  and  imprison- 
ment of  a  snaky  politician,  thus  turning  him 
into  a  bitter  enemy,  who  in  reprisal  seeks  to 
befoul  the  senator's  unstained  reputation.  At 
this  critical  juncture  Senator  Quarrier  meets 
Mary  Quincy,  an  old  sweetheart  who  had 
jilted  him  some  ten  years  previous  in  order  to 
make  an  unfortunate  marriage  with  the  man 
who  subsequently  served  as  a  scapegoat  for 
the  crime  of  the  aforesaid  snaky  politician. 
The  senator,  through  some  mistake,  believes 
her  to  be  a  widow,  as  she  is  passing  under  an 
assumed  name,  on  account  of  her  husband's 
unfortunate    prison    notoriety. 

Here  comes  the  weak  point  of  the  play. 
Quarrier's  friend,  Senator  Splume,  white- 
haired,  and  old  enough  to  know  better;  his 
daughter,  Jane  Splume,  young  and  romantic, 
and  therefore  partly  excusable ;  and  Mary, 
herself,  who  is  presumably  a  noble  woman, 
but  whom  I  consider  a  good  deal  of  a  goose, 
all  allow  the  senator  to  remain  under  this 
unfortunate  misconception.  The  old  senator, 
and  the  young  daughter,  apparently,  for  no 
reason  whatever  except  inertia  ;  Mary  Quincy, 
because,  as  she  foolishly  remarks,  she 
wishes  "to  have  her  dream  for  only  one  day 
more." 

Senator  Quarrier,  recognizing  the  nature  of 
the  emotion  he  has  awakened  in  the  woman, 
and  feeling  his  old  passion  come  back,  has 
one  or  two  love  scenes  with  her  which  are 
spied  upon  by  his  enemies  who  know  that 
she  is  married.  He  proposes  marriage,  and 
mistaking  her  inarticulate  emotion — Vera 
McCord  had  a  handful  there,  and  no  mistake 
— for  a  second  rejection,  he  proudly  accepts 
it  by  throwing  a  love-letter   he   had    written 


her  in  the  waste  basket.  This,  of  course,  falls 
into  the  hands  of  the  snooping  enemy,  who 
uses  it  to  inflame  the  undesired  husband,  just 
released  from  prison,  against  his  wife's  pre- 
sumable lover. 

By  a  fortunate  error  the  husband's  wrath 
is  misdirected  ;  he  has  a  shooting  scrap  with 
the  snaky  enemy,  who  neatly  and  fortuitously 
kills  him,  thereby  giving  the  noble  but  un- 
commonsensical  wife  an  opportunity  to  nab 
her  senator.  This  by  inference,  as  the  death- 
bed, and  the  joining  of  the  hands  of  Mary 
and  the  senator  by  the  dying  husband,  who 
had  not  hitherto  given  any  sign  of  possessing 
such   saving  grace,   makes  the   ending. 

It  takes  a  cast  of  sixteen  or  seventeen 
people  to  present  "A  Man  on  Horseback," 
and  Mr.  Hackett  shows  the  rather  surpris- 
ingly large  resources  of  his  company  by 
bringing  several  more  strangers  before  us. 
The  piece  is  put  on  in  good  style,  and  well 
played.  It  is  not  remarkable  for  pithy  lines, 
nor  for  realism,  nor  for  fundamental  sin- 
cerity. Therefore  it  does  not  develop  in  play- 
ers those  powers  which  are  in  abeyance  in 
all  actors  worthy  the  name,  that  respond  in- 
evitably to  the  challenge  offered  by  genuine 
and   forceful   drama. 

The  whole  current  of  this  play  was  set  in 
motion  by  a  trick:  that  of  manoeuvring  the 
improbable  silence  of  the  three — two  of  them 
devoted  and  watchful  friends  of  the  senator 
— as  to  Mary's  married  state.  Mr.  Tarking- 
ton's  side  manifestations  of  the  trend  of 
things — the  accidental  encounter,  for  instance, 
of  the  wife  and  the  man  subsequently  killed 
by  her  husband  on  the  breastworks  of 
Fortress  Monroe,  where,  in  the  view  of  her 
spying  husband,  she  tripped  and  fell  guiltily 
into  his  arms — are  somewhat  inexpertly  pro- 
duced, and  the  caricature  of  the  ladies  rep- 
resenting the  total  abstinence  society  is  so 
unfunny  as  to  be  rather  half-hearted  ;  not,  it 
should  be  added,  on  the  part  of  the  players, 
but  the  author.  The  three  representatives  of 
the  lobbying  liquor  dealers,  however,  were 
well  impersonated  by  a  trio  of  actors  who 
made  them  humorously  acceptable  to  the 
tastes  of  the  male  contingent.  Also,  while 
the  curtains  are  rather  tame,  the  principal 
scenes   hold  the  interest  thoroughly. 

Mr.  Hackett  pitches  the  character — and  the 
voice,  too,  it  may  be  added — of  the  senator 
in  rather  a  subdued  key,  but,  as  in  "A  Grain 
of  Dust,"  traits  of  romance  welded  with  an 
otherwise  granite  and  determined  character 
appeal  to  his  sympathies,  and  he  is  quite  an 
effective  figure  in  the  main  role. 

Miss  Vera  McCord  does  not  yet  thoroughly 
understand  the  art  of  stage  dress  and  make- 
up. Everything  counts  in  acting:  when  the 
sentry  walks  along  the  earthworks  of  the  fort, 
khaki-costumed  and  gun  in  hand,  and  orders 
James  Quincy  to  stop  his  pistol  practice,  he  is, 
to  us,  for  the  moment  an  actual  sentry  and 
no  actor  playing  the  part ;  and  it  is  the  same 
with  the  Red  Cross  surgeon,  when  he  enters 
the  death  chamber.  We  habitual  theatre- 
goers often  discover,  to  our  satisfaction,  how 
almost  if  not  quite  absolute  are  these  mo- 
ments of  illusion  in  the  play  with  the  most 
minor  characters,  due  to  an  arrangement  of  a 
momentarily  poignant  situation,  a  tone  of 
voice,   and   a   suggestive   costume. 

So  no  future  leading  lady  can  afford  to 
overlook  the  smallest  possibilities  inherent  in 
dress,  and  the  arrangement  of  hair.  And  I 
rather  suspect  Miss  McCord  is  going  to  be  a 
leading  lady.  She  has  not  yet  wholly  mas- 
tered perfect  voice-control,  yet  her  half- 
uttered  syllables,  her  momentary  attitudes 
and  gestures,  suggest  much.  I  consider  the 
role  of  Mary  Quincy  a  difficult  one,  on  ac- 
count of  the  necessity  of  a  good  deal  of  silent 
acting.  This  Miss  McCord  was  able  to  do, 
with  quite  an  adequate  suggestion  of  emotion 
held  in  reserve.  With  a  better  arrangement 
of  hair  and  a  more  softening  style  of  dress 
about  the  head,  arms,  and  face,  she  would 
have  been  a  downright  handsome  woman. 
The  beauty  was  there,  but  only  evident  in 
flashes.  But  the  natural  fitness  for  her  pro- 
fession is  unmistakable,  and  I  doubt  not  that 
she  is  fully  launched  as  a  possible  emotional 
actress,  and  probably  a  successful  leading 
lady. 

Lily  Cahill,  whom  we  saw  a  couple  of  weeks 
ago  impersonating  the  prettily  wilful  heroine 
of  "The  Melody  of  Youth,"  has  this  week  a 
small  role  which  contains  almost  no  possi- 
bilities, yet,  somehow,  Miss  .Cahill  contrives 
to  make  good   in  this  fraction  of  a  chance. 

Fred  Sullivan,  who  played  the  servant  Tim- 
son  so  well  in  "A  Grain  of  Dust,"  is  the  in- 
convenient husband,  returning,  unwelcomed 
on  all  sides,  from  his  incarceration.  It  is  not 
an  agreeable  nor  an  interesting  role,  and 
there  is  nothing  about  the  returned  Quincy, 
with  his  prison  pallor  and  his  unshaven 
cheeks,  to  account  for  Mary  having  thrown 
over  the  tall,  personable,  and  rather  heroic- 
looking  Quarrier  for  him.  Such  as  it  was, 
however,  Mr.  Sullivan  did  well  with  it,  except 
in  the  death-bed  scene,  in  which  he  seemed 
unable  to  modulate  his  rather  prosaic  voice 
to  the  necessary  pitch  of  weakness  and  suf- 
fering. 

Messrs.  Burbank,  Coulter,  Lane,  and  Trevor 
filled  thoroughly  masculine  roles  in  a  thor- 
oughly masculine  and  highly  acceptable  way. 
Mrs.  Whiffen  and  Mr.  Holland  were  conspicu- 
ous by  their  absence,  Alack !  We  may  see 
them  no  more.  In  "A  Man  on  Horseback" 
there  was  really  no  place  for  them. 


Mr.  Hackett's  company  is  a  desirable  one 
for  the  ambitious  beginner  to  enter.  He  likes 
variety,  both  of  plays  and  players,  and  is 
willing  to  give  young  players  a  chance.  No 
doubt  his  public  appreciates  the  liberality  of 
his  attitude  and  wishes  him  good  luck  in  his 
search  for  dramatic  vehicles.  For  the  com- 
pany traveling  to  support  a  star  with  a  reper- 
tory grows  rarer,  and  we  seldom  have  such 
an  opportunity  to  see  players  we  like,  re- 
vealing to  us  their  versatility  and  varying 
abilities    in    different    roles. 

Josephine   Hart    Phelps. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

Second  Week  of  "Baby  Mine"  at  the  Cort. 

Margaret  Mayo's  comedy,  "Baby  Mine," 
which  opened  a  limited  engagement  at  the 
Cort  Theatre  last  Sunday,  will  enter  upon  its 
second  and  last  week  Sunday  night.  "Baby 
Mine"  still  has  the  power  to  provoke  unre- 
strained mirth.  It  is  seldom  one  hears  such 
genuine  laughter  as  completely  possesses  the 
large  audiences  at  the  Cort  this  week,  where 
this  screaming  success  is  duplicating  its  pre- 
vious engagement  in  this  city.  The  story  is 
simplicity  itself,  but  the  situations  are  irre- 
sistible ;  there  is  no  need  to  criticize,  it  clears 
that  corking  hurdle  by  several  thousand  feet 
and  goes   bounding  on   in   seven-league   boots. 

Marguerite  Clark  and  Ernest  Glendinning 
of  the  original  cast,  and  James  A.  Bliss  and 
Vira  Rial,  form  the  quartet  which  furnishes 
most  of  the  fun.  Miss  Clark  is  as  winsome 
a  bit  of  prettiness  as  San  Francisco  has  seen 
in  many  a  day,  and  goes  through  her  strenu- 
ous part  as  Zoe,  the  young  wife,  in  the 
most  daintily,  whimsically  funny  way. 
Ernest  Glendinning,  home  again  in  the  same 
part  of  the  husband,  in  his  character  study 
of  the  jealous,  suspecting  man,  and  the  fool- 
ishly happy  and  suddenly  despoiled  father  of 
triplets,  is  inimitable.  James  A.  Bliss  plays 
the  part  of  Jimmy  in  a  manner  that  just  fits 
the  situations,  and  as  the  kind  and  helpful  fe- 
male friend  Miss  Vira  Rial  acts  her  part  re- 
markably well.  The  stage  settings  for  this 
delightful    little   comedy    are   perfect. 


Last  Week  of  James  K.  Hackett  at  the  Columbia. 

The  sixth  and  last  week  of  the  James  K. 
Hackett  noteworthy  dramatic  season  at  the 
Columbia  Theatre  is  announced.  During  the 
final  week  Mr.  Hackett  and  his  company  will 
continue  with  Booth  Tarkington's  new  play, 
"A  Man  on  Horseback,"  which  has  proved 
one  of  the  most  attractive  bits  of  dramatic 
work.  With  next  Monday  night's  perform- 
ance, theatre-goers  will  see  the  play  in  splen- 
did form,  as  the  few  necessary  changes  have 
been  wrought  with  good  effect,  and  the  play 
now  runs  with  an  ease  that  shows  the  master- 
hand  of  Hackett. 

The  story  of  "A  Man  on  Horseback"  has  all 
the  elements  calculated  to  interest  the  mod- 
ern American,  and  with  a  Booth  Tarkington 
as  its  author,  moves  along  in  a  compelling 
and  interesting  manner.  It  has  been  elabo- 
rately staged  by  Mr.  Hackett  and  its  final 
performances  should  see  crowded  houses. 
Matinees   Wednesdays   and   Saturdays. 


Next  Week's  Orpheum  Bill. 

The  Orpheum  bill  for  next  week  will  be 
headed  by  Elsa  Ruegger,  the  world's  greatest 
woman  'cellist.  Mme.  Ruegger's  artistic  ca- 
reer has  been  a  succession  of  triumphs.  She 
has  played  both  here  and  abroad  with  leading 
symphony  and  musical  societies,  and  has  been 
immensely  successful  in  numerous  concert 
tours.  Her  appearance  in  vaudeville  is  there- 
fore an  event  of  importance  and  another 
striking  illustration  of  the  wonderful  advance 
this  branch  of  theatricals  is  making.  On  her 
present  vaudeville  tour  she  will  be  assisted  by 
the  celebrated  conductor,  Mr.  Edmund  Lich- 
tenstein,  an  eminent  figure  in  the  musical 
world.  Her  programme  will  consist  of  a  noc- 
turne by  Chopin,  an  elegy  by  Massenet,  and 
"The   Elves   Dance"  by  Popper. 

Cesare  Nesi,  the  young  Caruso,  who  will 
be  heard  for  the  first  time  in  this  city,  has  in 
the  opinion  of  those  best  qualified  to  judge  a 
splendid  future  in  grand  opera.  Although  a 
young  man  he  has  had  a  very  eventful  career. 
Three  years  ago  he  came  from  Florence, 
Italy,  to  New  York.  At  night  he  amused  him- 
self in  his  own  room  by  singing  the  songs  of 
his  native  land  and  his  fellow-boarders  soon 
made  of  him  a  local  celebrity.  His  first  pub- 
lic appearance  was  on  an  amateur  night  at  a 
five-cent  vaudeville  theatre,  where  he  scored 
under  the  most  unfavorable  circumstances  a 
tremendous  hit.  His  fame  went  forth  and  an 
alert  vaudeville  manager  was  so  impressed 
by  his  tenor  robusto  notes  that  he  booked 
him  for  his  entire  circuit.  Since  then  his 
success   has  been   assured. 

De  Witt,  Burns,  and  Torrence  will  intro- 
duce their  mirthful  creation,  "The  Awaken- 
ing of  Toys."  It  is  Christmas  Eve  in  a  toy- 
shop and  the  trio  impersonate  respectively  a 
Jack  in  the  Box,  a  Wooden  Soldier,  and  a 
Pierrot  Doll  who  become  animated  and  in- 
dulge in  acrobatic  dances  and  novel  and  at- 
tractive poses. 

Harry  Earl  Godfrey  and  Veta  Hendersoi. 
will  present  a  bit  of  travesty  called  "Aboard 
for  Abroad,"  which  gives  both  players  liberal 
scope.  The  scene  is  the  forward  deck  of  a 
boat  and  there  is  not  a  dull  minute  in  the  en- 
tire act. 


Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Mrs.  Gene 
Hughes  and  Company ;  Van  Brothers  ;  Brad- 
shaw  Brothers,  and  W.  C.  Fields,  "the  Silent 
Humorist."  

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

At  the  Pantages  Theatre  the  current  attrac- 
tions are  varied  and  interesting,  including 
Francesca  Redding  and  her  company  in  the 
farce,  "Honora"  ;  Jewell's  Manikins:  Cunning, 
the  "jail  breaker"  ;  Williams  and  Wolfus,  the 
"Pianofunologists" ;  Max  Witt's  "Southern 
Singing  Girls,"  and  other  bright  features. 

The  programme  for  the  week  commencing 
Sunday  afternoon  abounds  in  good  numbers, 
one  of  which  is  the  Four  Bards,  acrobats. 
These  athletic  marvels  have  been  seen  here 
several  times  before  and  they  return  with 
several  new  feats.  The  Morati  Opera  Company, 
composed  of  splendid  vocalists,  will  present 
their  original  novelty,  "The  Mardi  Gras  in 
Paris."  Eldon  and  Company  will  offer  a 
novel  magical  act  in  which  such  eminent  con- 
jurers as  Hermann  the  Great,  Keller,  and 
Thurston  will  be  impersonated  to  the  life, 
many  of  the  best  tricks  of  these  mystifiers 
being  reproduced.  The  "Seven  Texas  Tulips," 
lively  dancers  of  both  sexes,  and  who  lay 
claim  to  originating  the  "Texas  Tommy,"  will 
appear  in  a  terpsichorean  and  singing  act, 
with  a  lot  of  the  latest  and  catchiest  music. 
Clifton  R.  Wooldridge,  Chicago's  famous  de- 
tective, will  offer  an  unusual  feature  in  his 
brief  lecture,  well  illustrated  with  stereopti- 
con  slides,  concerning  his  wonderful  career 
as  a  criminologist.  The  Imperial  Dancing 
Four,  young  men  and  women  who  dance  in 
hard  shoes,  will  give  an  energetic  and  spirited 
specialty,  and  Billy  Broad,  one  of  the  best 
black-face  entertainers  before  the  public,  will 
offer  his  original  parodies  and  stories.  Sun- 
light pictures,  showing  current  events  of  the 
day.   will  complete  the  bill. 


"Bought  and  Paid  For."  William  A.  Brady's 
remarkable  success,  which  he  is  sending  here 
with  the  original  New  York  playhouse  cast, 
including  Charles  Richman,  Julia  Dean,  and 
others,  is  underlined  to  follow  "Baby  Mine" 
at  the  Cort  for  a  limited  engagement,  begin- 
ning Monday,  September  2. 


Italian-Swiss  Colony  wines  are  the  stand- 
ards from  which  others  are  j  udged.  Why 
don't  you  try  their  Tipo  (red  or  white)  and 
be  convinced? 


AMUSEMENTS. 


ORPHF1IM     O'FARREJLL  STREET 
III  11LU1H  b^jq,  Stoekto„  ^j  PfweQ 

Safest  and  most  mieniflcent  theatre  in  America 

Week  Beginning  This  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 
THE  ACME  OF  VAUDEVILLE 

ELSA  RUEGGER.  World's  Greatest  Woman 
Cellist,  assisted  by  the  Celebrated  Conductor  Ed- 
mund Lichtenstein ;  CESARE  NESI.  the  Young 
Caruso;  DE  WITT,  BURNS  and  TORRENCE  in 
ttif  Mirthful  rreation.  "The  Awakening  of  Toys"; 
GODFREY  and  HENDERSON  in  "Aboard  for 
Abroad";  MRS. GENE  HUGHES  and  Co. .present- 
ing "Youth":  VAN  BROTHERS:  BRADSHAW 
BROTHERS:  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PIC- 
TURES. Last  Week.  W.  C.  FIELDS.  "The  Silent 
Humorist." 

Evening  prices.  10c,  25c.  50c,  75e.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays). 
10c.  25c.  50e.       Phones— Douglas  70.  Home  C 1570. 


POLUMBIA  THEATRE  *" 


MASON  STREETS 
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The  Leading  Playhouse 

Beginning  Monday,  August  20 
Sixth  and  Last  Week  of  the 

JAMES    K.    HACKETT 

SEASON.    Continued  Success  of  the 
New    Play    by    Booth   Tarkington 

A  MAN  ON  HORSEBACK 

Matinees  Wednesday  and  Saturday.  Bargain 
Matinee  Wednesday— Prices  SI  to  25c. 

Monday,  September  2.  "POMANDER  WALK." 
with  the  All-Star  English  Cast. 


CQRT, 


Leading  Theatre 

ELLIS    AND    MARKET 
Phone  Sutter  2460 


Second  and  Last  Big  Week  Starts  Tomorrow 

Matinees  Wednesday  and  Saturday 

William  A.  Brady  Ltd.  presents 

BABY  MINE 

By  Margaret  Mayo 
The  Funniest  Play  Ever  Written,  with 

MARGUERITE  CLARK 

and 
ERNEST  GLENDINNING 

In  Their  Original  Roles 
Prices— 50c  to  $1 .50. 
Com.  Mon.,  Sept.  2— "Bought  and  Paid  For." 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 
MARKET  STREET,  opposite  Mason 

Week  of  Aucur-t  25 
SUPERLATIVE  ATTRACTIONS 

FOUR  BARD  BROTHERS.  World's  Greatest 
Acrobats;  MORATI  OPERA  Company,  present- 
ing "The  MarcU  Gras  in  Paris";  ELDON  and  Co.. 
Magicians  Extraordinary:  SEVEN  TEXAS  TU- 
LIPS, Originators  of  the  Texas  Tommy;  CLIF- 
TON R.  WOOLDRIDGE.  the  Famous  Detective: 
IMPERIAL  DANCING  FOUR.  Terpsichorean 
Marvels;  BILLY  broad.  Blackface  Comedian, 
and  SUNLIGHT  PICTURES. 

Mat.  daily  at  2:30.  Nights  at  7:15  and  9:16.  Sun- 
day and  Holidays,  mats,  at  1 :30  and  Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c,  20c  and  30c. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Last  week  we  ventured  to  shield  ourselves 
behind  an  impenetrable  anonymity  and  to 
deny  that  men  are  more  immoral  than  women. 
Without  such  anonymity  it  would  be  hardly 
wise  to  controvert  a  statement  made  so  often 
by  women  apologists  as  to  become  axiomatic. 
Sometimes  we  are  almost  inclined  to  admit 
that  women  believe  it  themselves.  We  can 
bring  ourselves  to  believe  almost  anything  by 
saying    it    often    enough. 

Now  here  is  a  case  in  point.  It  comes  all 
(he  way  from  Philadelphia,  and  what  they 
don't  know  in  Philadelphia  about  morality  can 
hardly  be  said  to  be  knowledge.  It  seems  that 
eight  young  men  were  arrested  "for  forcing 
their  attentions  upon  young  women  in  the 
dark,  secluded  lanes  of  the  park,"  and  these 
eight  Lotharios  were  haled  before  the  judge 
in  order  that  an  example  might  be  made  of 
them  for  daring  to  offend  against  the  well- 
known  modesty  and  reticence  of  women.  It 
was,  of  course,  understood  that  these  particu- 
lar women  went  to  the  "dark,  secluded  lanes" 
of  the  park  in  order  to  commune  with  nature 
and  their  souls,  or  perhaps  to  meditate  upon 
the  idylli.c  condition  of  the  world  as  soon  as 
women  shall  be  allowed  to  make  its  by-laws 
and  regulations.  And  then  these  eight  young 
satyrs  broke  in  upon  the  Garden  of  Eden  and 
annoyed  a  corresponding  number  of  young 
virgins  by  forcing  their  attentions  upon  them. 

But  the  magistrate,  although  a  Philadel- 
phian,  was  a  man  of  sense.  Unquestionably 
it  was  improper,  he  said,  to  accost  unescorted 
women,  but  his  observation  had  led  him  to 
believe  that  in  many  cases  the  women  them- 
selves were  to  blame.  If  they  did  not  wish 
to  be  taken  for  demi-mondaines  why  did  they 
dress  like  demi-mondaines?  If  they  did  not 
wish  to  be  accosted  why  did  they  act  as 
though  they  did  wish  to  be  accosted?  Their 
clothes  were  suggestive  enough,  but  their 
actions  were  still  more  so,  and  while  he  did 
not  think  that  the  prisoners  were  guilty  of 
any  heinous  crime  the  law  compelled  him  to 
inflict  a  fine,  which  he  accordingly  did. 

Xow  how  shall  we  apportion  the  "im- 
morality" of  this  business?  The  men,  it  is 
true,  had  brought  themselves  within  reach  of 
the  law,  while  the  women  had  not,  but  the 
Recording  Angel,  who  does  not  take  his  ideas 
of  right  and  wrong  from  a  printed  schedule, 
will  probably  make  a  fairly  equal  debit  in 
each  case.  We  know  that  we  should  do  so 
if  we  were  the   Recording  Angel. 

And  yet  this  case  will  probably  be  seized 
upon  by  the  feminists  as  a  further  proof  of 
male  immorality.  The  fact  that  eight  men 
were  fined  for  accosting  women  will  be  the 
only  fact  in  sight.  There  will  be  no  refer- 
ence to  the  still  weightier  fact  that  women 
dress  themselves  with  immoral  intention,  that 
their  bearing  in  pub'.ic  is  equally  immoral, 
and  that  only  when  their  own  immorality  be- 
comes a  danger  to  them  do  they  cry  out  for 
the  protection  of  the  law. 


The  envoy  of  the  Sultan  of  Morocco  had 
an  unanswerable  argument  when  the  French 
government  objected  to  the  income  of  $S00,- 
000  which  he  demanded  for  his  master.  The 
French  minister  of  finance  pointed  out  that 
such-  an  allowance  was  impossible,  seeing  that 
the  president  of  the  republic  himself  drew 
only  $300,000  a  year.  "Yes,"  replied  the  en- 
voy, "but  then  it  is  to  be  remembered  that 
President  Fallicres  has  only  one  wife,  where- 
;is  my   august  master,  the   Sultan,  has  thirty." 

That  envoy  was  evidently  a  man  of  parts. 
He  knew  exactly  where  the  shoe  pinched  and 
how  to  base  revenue  upon  expenditure.  And 
his  computations  were  eminently  fair.  A 
nmrc  mercenary  envoy  would  have  insisted 
upon  a  flat  rate  of  $300,000  a  year  per  wife, 
which  would  have  amounted  to  $9,000,000  a 
year  for  the  thirty  ladies.  But  he  was  willing 
to  allow  wholesale  prices,  and  the  usual  re- 
ductions  upon  a  quantity.  In  fact  he  brought 
the  rate  down  to  about  $26,000  a  year  per 
wife,  and  those  of  us  who  have  wives  will 
know  thai  the  estimate  was  a  reasonable  and 
proper  one. 


We  arc  not  in  the  habit  of  bathing  in  wine, 
and  we  can  hardly  see  our  way  to  begin  the 
practice  without  an  increase  of  salary  or  a 
fall  in  the  price  of  wine.  But  an  official  bul- 
letin just  issued  in  Paris  says  that  to  bathe 
in  Malmsey  wine  is  "most  fortifying."  Prob- 
ably it  is,  for  the  wine  trade,  but  we  may 
doubt  if  it  is  any  better  for  the  body  than  the 
ordinary  alcohol  rub. 

But  the  Malmsey  wine  bath  is  not  quite  so 
costly  as  it  seems,  seeing  that  the  wine  may 
be  used  again  and  again.  Twelve  gallons  will 
be  sufficient,  and  as  soon  as  you  have  finished 
your  bath  you  pour  the  wine  back  into  the 
barrel  in  readiness  for  nexl  Saturday  night, 
or  next  full  moon,  or  next  14  July,  or  what- 
ever may  be  the  bathing  day  on  the  French- 
man's calendar.  The  twelve  gallons  of  Malm- 
sey will  be  iit«»\  for  one  hundred  baths,  and 
then  it  can  lie  distilled  "and  produces  a  de- 
licious brandy." 

This  is  not  a  joke.  The  official  bulletin, 
which  can  iin'  joke  and  WOllld  be  ashamed  tO 
li<  ,  says  the  very  thing,  I  tie  twelvi  ■■  dlons 
of    wine    with    the    addition    of    the   dirt    and 


shall  look  askance  upon  French  brandy,  call- 
ing up  visions  of  its  history,  of  the  weary 
limbs  that  it  may  have  laved,  of  the  toil 
stains  that  may  have  been  carried  away  in  its 
ruddy  waves,  of  the  rest  that  it  may  have 
brought  to  so  many  tired  and  perspiring 
bodies,  We  shall  feel  that  its  career  of  use- 
fulness has  been  ended  so  far  as  we  are  con- 
cerned and  that  we  can  not  bring  ourselves 
to  put  any  further  strain  upon  its  beneficences. 

When  the  late  Admiral  Evans  went  to 
Japan  he  was  granted  an  audience  with  the 
emperor  and  empress.  Hand-kissing,  he  says, 
was  not  in  favor,  but  he  received  a  handshake 
from  a  very  shapely  and  beautiful  hand.  The 
empress  he  found  to  be  a  woman  of  great 
refinement  and  "so  delicate  in  appearance  and 
small  of  figure  as  to  remind  one  of  some  fine 
piece  of  Dresden  china  attired  in  a  Paris 
gown  of  heliotrope  brocade,  whose  bad  fit 
was  accounted  for  in  the  same  way  as  the 
baggy  trousers  of  the  emperor."  The  ex- 
planation was  a  simple  one,  but  it  took  the 
admiral  a  year  to  discover  it.  Mortal  fingers 
must  not  touch  either  the  emperor  or  the  em- 
press, and  so  the  court  tailors  were  compelled 
to  satisfy  themselves  with  a  furtive  glance  at 
their  royal  patrons  and  build  up  their  cos- 
tumes from  a  mixture  of  memory  and  guess- 
work. 

Now  it  seems  to  us  that  we  could  be  of 
some  service  here,  and  it  is  surprising  that 
the  admiral  did  not  take  the  opportunity  to 
say  a  good  word  for  the  American  craftsman. 
He  cou'.d  have  done  it  diplomatically  and 
without  offense.  There  would  be  no  need  to 
ask  bluntly  "Who's  your  tailor?"  but  he  could 
have  attained  the  end  in  a  delicate  way,  per- 
haps with  the  aid  of  the  American  ambassa- 
dor, who  was  sent  to  Japan  for  just  that  kind 
of  a   purpose.      Certainly  he  missed  a  chance. 

Now  we  happen  to  know  that  there  are 
tailors  in  Chicago  who  will  build  you  a  cos- 
tume without  even  seeing  you.  They  send  you 
a  form  upon  which  you  enter  your  own  meas- 
urements, and  they  send  you  a  tape  with  it 
so  that  there  may  be  no  mistake.  The  form 
provides  for  the  full  specification,  length  from 
bows  to  stern,  draft  of  water,  width  of  beam, 
whether  copper-bottomed,  style  of  rig,  single 
or  double  expansion  boilers,  tonnage,  horse- 
power, and  all  the  rest  of  it.  The  ultimate 
fit  is  guaranteed  and  you  may  pay  cash  in 
full  or  $1  down  and  $1  a  week.  Now  this 
would  exactly  meet  the  case  of  the  Emperor 
of  Japan  and  obviate  the  necessity  of  the 
baggy  trousers.  He  could  take  his  own 
measurements — presumably  there  would  be 
nothing  profane  about  that — and  then  there 
would  be  no  more  of  these  painful  stories 
about   ill-fitting   suits. 


The  love  of  contest  is  inherent  in  the  hu- 
man heart.  Even  the  Frenchman  is  feeling 
the  delights  of  "le  sport"  and  is  gratifying 
the  instinct  in  the  humble  ways  permitted  by 
a  rigid  economy.  Complaints  having  been 
made  of  the  inattention  of  officials  at  a  rural 
postoffice,  it  was  decided  to  send  an  inspector 
with  full  powers  of  investigation.  He  went 
so  far  as  to  search  the  desks,  and  he  was 
well  rewarded  for  his  trouble.  He  found  that 
every  clerk  had  a  number  of  snails,  and  that 
it  was  the  practice  to  race  these  interesting 
animals  during  the  hours  that  should  have 
been  devoted  to  official  toil. 

And  great  fun  it  must  have  been.  We  in- 
tend to  try  it  for  ourselves.  After  all,  speed 
is  not  an  essential  to  a  good  race,  and  the 
snail,  with  his  habits  of  cautious  deliberation, 
his  indifference  to  ambition,  his  contempt  for 
fame,  must  make  an  ideal  racer.  There  is  no 
way  in  which  you  can  "get  at"  a  snail.  You 
can  neither  punish  nor  reward  him,  and  so 
there  is  a  delightful  element  of  uncertainty 
about  a  snail  race  that  should  appeal  to  the 
gambler. 


pers]  i  rat  i  on 
distill  ,1    "a 


>i'  one  hundred   bathings  may  be 
I    produces   a    delicious   brandy." 

■   the   distillation   would   make   it 

ome     allowance     ought     to     be 

k    imagination.      Henceforth    we 


The  Engineering  Nezvs  is  wasting  its  time 
in  recommending  various  mechanical  devices 
for  the  protection  of  the  baggage  of  the  sum- 
mer traveler.  It  is  to  be  feared  that  the  En- 
gineering Nezvs — as  indeed  its  name  would 
imply — is  one  of  those  dense  and  materialistic 
institutions  that  can  not  grasp  the  idealistic 
philosophy  and  that  fails  to  recognize  that 
this  world  is  no  more  than  a  panorama  of 
mental  states.  For  of  what  value  are  springs 
under  the  floors  of  baggage  trucks,  rubber 
landing  mats,  etc.,  unless  at  the  same  time  we 
can  take  the  baggage  man,  renew  a  clean 
heart  within  him  and  persuade  him  into  a 
life  of  virtuous  restraint.  This  is  not  a  case 
for  spring  floors,  but  for  handcuffs;  not  of 
rubber  landing  mats,  but  of  a  persuasive 
club.  What  we  need  is  not  mechanics  but 
conversion,  not  engineering  but  a  new  moral 
outlook.  So  long  as  the  baggage  man  is  pos- 
sessed of  a  devil,  the  victim  of  unholy  pas- 
sions, he  will  destroy  those  trunks  in  one 
way  or  another,  even  if  he  has  to  use  dyna- 
mite to  do  it. 

n+* — _ 

A  New  York  waiter,  Manuel  Alvarez,  of 
the  Hotel  Astor,  is  credited  with  having  saved 
sufficient  money  on  tips  to  give  up  his  job 
and  plan  for  an  extended  tour  of  the  world, 
lie  expects  to  visit  every  country,  and  will 
take  eight  years  to  do  it.  Then  he  will  return 
and  In ih I  a  reception  at  which  he  will  give 
thanks  publicly  in  those  who  aided  him  in  bis 
greal  ambition.  But  his  Friends  in  the  mean- 
time will  have  enriched  many  of  Manuel's 
successors. 


If  You 
Need  a  Rest 


You  Don't  Have  to 
Go  Far  to  Get  It 


Some  Near-by  Outing  Points  with  Round-Trip  Rates 

From  San  Francisco,  and  Time 

Limit  of  Tickets 


SAN  MATEO 

For  Spring  VaUey  Lakes 

$  1.00 

Sat.  to  Mon. 

REDWOOD 

For  Woodside  or  La  Honda 

1.25 

do 

PALO  ALTO 

For  Stanford  University 

1.50 

do 

SAN  JOSE 

For  Mount  Hamilton,  Alum  Rock 
or  Congress  Springs 

2.00 

do 

SANTA  CRUZ 

Boardwalk,  Ocean  and  River  Fish-   \ 
ing,  Beaches  and  Mountains      , 

2.50 
3.00 

Sun.  Excur. 
Sat.  to  Mon. 

GILROY 

Includes  Stage  to  Hot  Springs 

5.70 

30  days 

DEL  MONTE  and  ] 
MONTEREY         1 

CARMEL-BY-THE-SEA 

r 

Bathing,  Golf  and  40-mile  Ocean 

Boulevard 

[ 
Beaches,  Camping,  Sea -Fishing. 
Auto  from  Monterey  25c.  each 

2.50 
3.00 
4.00 

Sun.  Excur. 
Sat.  to  Sun. 
Sat.  to  Mon. 

PACIFIC  GROVE 

r 

Delightful  Family  Resort.            j 
Sea-Bathing  and  Fishing 

L 

2.75 
3.25 
4.25 

Sun.  Excur. 
Sat.  to  Sun. 
Sat.  to  Mon. 

PARAISO 

Includes  Stage  to  Hot  Springs 

6.35 

30  days 

PASO  ROBLES 

Paso  Robles  Hot  Springs 

8.30 

do 

SAN  LUIS  OBISPO 

San  Luis  Opispo  Hot  Springs 

10.75 

do 

NAPA 

Auto    Service    to    Napa   Soda 
Springs 

2.00 

5  days 

ST.  HELENA 

Rest  amid  Vineyards    and   Or- 
chards 

3.00 

do 

AETNA 

Includes  Stage  to  Hot  Springs 

7.00 

Oct.  31st 

CALISTOGA 

Petrified  Forest  also  Lake  County 
Resorts 

3.50 

5  days 

SANTA  ROSA 

For  Sonoma  County  Resorts 

2.25 

Sat.  to  Mon. 

WALNUT  CREEK 

For  Mt.  Diablo 

2.25 

Fri.  to  Tues. 

BYRON  SPRINGS 

For  Hot  Springs 

2.50 

Sat.  to  Mon. 

APPLEGATE 

In  the  Foothills  of  the  Sierras 

5.35 

Oct.  31st 

ALTA     ] 
TOWLE  1 

Among  the  Pines  of  the  High 
Sierras 

6.60 

do 

CISCO 

Rainbow     and    Eastern    Brook 
Trout 

7.80 

do 

LAKE  TAHOE 

f 
Motor -Boating   and   Big  Trout   ] 
Fishing.  Includes  Trip  Around  "^ 
Lake 

10.65 
13.30 
15.30 

Fri.  to  Mon. 
10  days 
Oct.  31st 

SIMS             ] 
CASTELLA 
CASTLE  CRAG  1 

Among  the  Pines. 

Trout  Fishing  in  Upper  Sac-  i 
ramento  River 

11.50 
12.00 
12.00 

do 
do 
do 

SHASTA  SPRINGS 

Mineral  Springs.     Auto  Boule- 
vard (o  McCIoud  River 

10.05 

Fri.  to  Mon. 

SISSON 

Slate  Fish  Hatchery.     Trail  to 
Mt.  Shasta 

10.45 

do 

AGER 

Auto  Service    to    Klamath  Hot 
Springs 

14.55 

Oct.  31st 

KLAMATH  FALLS 

Boat   Trip  to  Pelican  Bay  and 
Auto  to  Crater  Lake 

17.90 

do 

Rates  to  many  Other  Points  in 
Coast,  Mountain,  High  Sierra  and  Shasta  Regions 

Southern  Pacific 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


125 


STORYETTES. 

Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 

The  story  is  told  of  a  young  lady  from  the 
East  who.  seeing  a  fig-tree  for  the  first  time, 
exclaimed :  "Why,  I  always  thought  fig 
leaves  were  larger  than  that !" 


Three  boys  from  Yale,  Princeton,  and  Har- 
vard were  in  a  room  when  a  lady  entered 
(says  Life).  The  Yale  boy  asked  languidly  if 
some  fellow  ought  not  to  give  a  chair  to  the 
lady;  the  Princeton  boy  slowly  brought  one, 
and  the  Harvard  boy  deliberately  sat  down 
in  it. 


A  little  lad  was  found  on  the  street  crying 
very  bitterly  because  his  cart  was  broken. 
The  kindly  disposed  stranger  endeavored  to 
cheer  up  the  little  fellow  by  saying:  "Never 
mind,  my  boy,  your  father  can  easily  mend 
that."  "No  he  can't,"  sobbed  the  boy.  "My 
father  is  a  preacher,  and  don't  know  about 
anything." 

Bishop  Roots,  of  Hankow,  says  that  when 
he  first  went  to  China  he  had  a  good  deal  of 
difficulty  in  remembering  faces.  "I'm  getting 
over  my  difficulty  now,"  he  said  one  day  to  a 
mandarin,  "but  in  the  beginning  here  in  Han- 
kow you  all  looked  as  like  as  two  peas." 
"Two  peas?"  said  the  English-speaking  man- 
darin, smiling.      "Why  not   say   two   queues?" 


Smith  and  Jones  were  discussing  the  ques- 
tion of  who  should  be  the  head  of  the  house 
— the  man  or  the  woman.  "I  am  the  head 
of  my  establishment,"  said  Jones.  "I  am  the 
breadwinner.  Why  shouldn't  I  be?"  "Well," 
replied  Smith,  "before  my  wife  and  I  were 
married  we  made  an  agreement  that  I  should 
make  the  rulings  in  all  major  things,  my 
wife  in  all  the  minor."  "How  has  it 
worked?"  queried  Jones.  Smith  smiled.  "So 
far,"  he  replied,  "no  major  matters  have 
come  up." 


In  J.  M.  Mowbray's  recent  volume,  "In 
Central  Africa,"  he  tells  of  a  European  fore- 
man of  a  gang  of  natives  doing  pick  and 
shovel  work,  who  possessed,  like  Commodore 
Good,  R.  N.,  a  glass  eye.  This  he  used  to 
place  on  a  rock  in  full  view  of  the  natives, 
and  then  retire  to  sleep  in  a  shady  spot. 
For  some  days  this  device  kept  them  hard 
at  work ;  but  eventually  an  ingenious  native 
hit  on  the  idea  of  covering  up  the  eye  with 
a  hat,  after  which  the  others  all  knocked  off 
work  until  shortly  before  the  foreman  re- 
turned  from   his  nap. 


The  barber's  shop  was  well  patronized, 
when  in  walked  a  shabby  stranger.  "Good- 
morning,  sir !"  called  the  barber  doubtfully. 
"Good-morning !"  replied  the  stranger.  "My 
good  man,  will  you  shave  one  side  of  my  face 
for  a  penny  ?"  The  barber  winked  at  his 
waiting  customers.  "Certainly,"  he  replied. 
"Take  a  seat,  please."  Presently  it  was  the 
shabby  stranger's  turn  to  occupy  the  seat  of 
honor.  "Now,  which  side  shall  I  shave  ?" 
asked  the  barber,  as  he  waved  the  lathering 
brush  in  the  air.  "The  outside  !"  replied  the 
shabby    stranger    meekly. 


Wilkins  was  an  enthusiastic  golfer,  and 
when  his  friend  Johnson  met  him  coming 
away  from  the  links  a  day  or  two  ago  he 
was  in  a  terrible  frame  of  mind,  "What's 
happened,  old  fellow  ?"  asked  Johnson 
amiably.  "Everything's  happened !"  growled 
Wilkins.  "It's  enough  to  make  one  give  up 
golf  and  go  in  for  fishing.  That  ass  Fitz- 
noodle  has  been  running  all  over  the  course, 
and  actually  crossed  my  tee  just  as  I  was 
about  to  make  a  lovely  drive.  What  would 
you  have  done  had  you  been  in  my  place?" 
"Well,"  he  replied,  with  a  smile,  "seeing  that 
he  crossed  your  't'  I  think  I  would  have 
dotted  his  'i.'  " 


An  Italian  organ-grinder  possessed  a  mon- 
key which  he  "worked"  through  the  summer 
months.  When  the  cool  days  of  the  fall 
came  his  business  fell  off,  and  he  discon- 
tinued his  walks  and  his  melodies.  An  Irish- 
man of  his  acquaintance  offered  him  ten  cents 
a  day  for  the  privilege  of  keeping  and  feed 
ing  the  little  beast.  The  bargain  was  made 
for  a  month.  Great  curiosity  filled  the  mind 
of  the  Italian,  and  at  last,  unable  to  restrain 
himself,  he  went  ostensibly  to  see  his  pet, 
but  really  to  find  what  possible  use  Pat  could 
make  of  a  monkey.  The  Irishman  was  frank. 
"It  is  loike  this,"  he  said  ;  "Oi  put  up  a  pole 
in  me  back  yard,  with  the  monk  on  the  top. 
Tin  or  twelve  thrains  of  cars  loaded  with  coal 


go  by  every  evenin".  There's  thramps  on 
every  car.  Every  wan  takes  a  heave  at  the 
monk.  Divil  a  wan  has  hit  him.  but  Oi  have 
siventeen  tons  of  coal." 


John  H.  Kimble,  secretary  of  the  Farmers' 
National  Congress,  said  the  other  day  :  "The 
Fourth  of  July  offers  the  farmer  the  prospect 
of  unusually  fine  crops.  Such  crops  as  we 
may  hope  to  have  this  year  bring  to  mind  an 
Abe  Lincoln  story.  A  farmer  once  told  Lin- 
coln a  whopping  big  fib  about  his  hay  crops. 
Lincoln,  smiling  his  melancholy  smile, 
drawled:  'I've  been  cutting  hay,  too.'  'Good 
crop?'  the  farmer  asked.  'Fine,  very  fine,' 
said  Lincoln.  'How  many  tons?'  'Well,  I 
don't  know  just  how  many  tons,'  said  Lincoln, 
carelessly;  'but  my  men  stacked  all  they  could 
outdoors  and  then  stored  the  rest  in  the 
barn.' " 

There  was  a  sound  of  revelry  by  night. 
The  Bloggses  were  giving  a  party.  Mr. 
Bloggs  had  just  obliged  with  the  touching 
ballad,  "  'Tis  Love  that  Makes  the  World 
Go  Round,"  and  Master  Bloggs  seized  the  op- 
portunity to  sneak  behind  the  screen  with 
father's  pipe.  Shortly  afterward  it  was  ob- 
served that  Willie  wasn't  well.  His  face  was 
pallid,  and  his  eyes  stood  out.  Cried  out 
Mrs.  Bloggs:  "Goodness,  child,  what's  the 
matter?  I  do  believe  you  have  been  smok- 
ing!" Willie  feebly  shook  his  head.  "'Taint 
that,  ma,"  he  replied  untruthfully.  "If  it's 
true  what  father's  been  singing  about,  I — I 
must — be — in — love !" 


Bishop  Berry  of  Buffalo  at  a  luncheon  con- 
demned the  young  man  who  takes  a  vacation 
that  is  beyond  his  means.  "There  is  more 
pain  than  pleasure,  anyway,"  he  said,  "in  liv- 
ing beyond  one's  means.  A  young  Buffalo 
bookkeeper,  on  a  recent  visit  to  New  York, 
thought  to  impress  his  New  York  friends  by 
putting  up  at  the  Ritz-Carlton.  Of  course  he 
couldn't  afford  so  fashionable  an  hotel,  and 
he  had  to  economize  in  various  ways  to  make 
ends  meet.  He  happened,  on  one  occasion,  to 
be  taking  his  evening  meal  on  a  bench  in  the 
park  when  a  young  man  and  his  sister,  friends 
of  his,  passed  in  an  automobile.  The  Buffalo 
youth  bent  his  head  over  his  sandwich,  but 
the  New  Yorker  saw  him  and  shouted : 
'Hello,  George!  Dining  out  again,  you  gay 
dog,    eh  ?'  " 

f  >» 

THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

His  Heart  Beats  Kindly. 
The   swindler   murmured:      "I    am    no 

Philanthropist,    it's    true; 
And  yet  I'm  always  looking  for 
The  good  things   I   can  do." 

— Boston    Transcript. 


An  Herbalist's  Ambition. 
I    like    to    take    the    dogwood's    honest    bark 

And    steep    a    bit   of    it    in    "eiglit-year-old"; 
And    then,    relying    on    this    panacea, 
Go  out  and  catch  an    18-karat  cold. 

— The    Line-o'-Tyt>c. 


The  Battle  Hymn  of  the  Bull  Moosers. 

(Tune:      "John    Brown's    Body. "J 

We  are  marching  after  Teddy,  but  we  don't  know 

why  or  where; 
We    have    a    noble    mission,    but    we    don'l    know 

what,    we   swear; 
We  only  know  we're  marching  on,  and  that  is  all 
we    care, 

As  we  go   stumbling  on! 

'  Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
Has  Perkins  got  the  dough? 

We    loved    the    Colored    Brother    till    he    wouldn't 

take  a  bribe; 
So    now    we've    chucked    him    over    as    an    unpro- 

gressive    tribe; 
With     woman's    suffrage    better    now    our    purpose 

seems  to  jibe, 

As  we  go   stumbling  on! 

We  want  a  lower  tariff  if  we  chance  to   feel   that 
way, 

Wc    hail    the    referendum    if    wc    think    it's    apt    to 
pay. 

We're  down  on  all  monopolies,  at  least  till   Satur- 
day, 

As  we   go   stumbling  on! 

Our    platform    has    so    many    planks    each    day    wc 

drop    a   lot; 
Which    way  we'll  vote  on  certain   things   we   really 

have    forgot. 
We    have    to    wait    till    Teddy    speaks    before    we 

know    what's    what. 

As  we  go  stumbling  on! 

Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
Teddy!  Teddy!  Hallelujah! 
We  wonder  where  we're  at! 

— Pant   West,    in    New    York  Sun. 


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PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle   of   the   social    happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of   San    Francisco    will    be    found    in 
the  following  department : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Burrell  Ryan  of  Lynn- 
haven,  Virginia,  have  announced  the  engagement 
of  their  daughter.  Miss  Marie  Louise  Ryan,  to 
Lieutenant  George  Wirt  Simpson.  U.  S.  N. 
Lieutenant  Simpson  is  a  son  of  Colonel  William 
A.  Simpson,  U.  S.  A.,  and  a  brother  of  Mrs. 
Harold  Naylor  and  Lieutenant  William  Fitzhugh 
Simpson.    U.    S.    A. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Neva  Salisbury  and  En- 
sign William  Reynolds  Purnell.  U.  S.  N.,  will 
take  place  Wednesday,.  September  11,  at  the  home 
on  Clay  Street  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Guy  H.  Salis- 
bury. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  entertained  one 
hundred  young  people  at  an  informal  dance  last 
evening  at   their   home   in    Eurlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  have  issued 
invitations  to  a  dance  Friday  evening,  August  30, 
at    their    home,    New    Place,    in    Eurlingame. 

Miss  Louise  Boyd  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
Saturday  at  her  home  in    San   Rafael. 

Mrs.  J.  P.  Jackson  of  Piedmont  has  issued 
invitations  .to  a  luncheon  and  bridge-tea  Tuesday, 
August  21,  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Howard  Burns  Rec- 
tor,   formerly    Miss    Gladys    Brigham. 

Captain  Martin  Crimmins,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Crimmins  gave  an  informal  tea  at  their  home  in 
the  Presidio  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Crimmins's  sister, 
Mrs.    Horatio    Lawrence. 

Mrs.  John  W.  Mailliard  gave  a  tea  at  her  home 
in  Belvedere  in  honor  of  her  daughter,  Mrs. 
Temple  Bridgman  (formerly  Miss  Anita  Mail- 
liard), who  will  soon  return  to  her  home  in 
Tennessee. 

Miss  Xina  Jones  was  hostess  last  week  at  a 
picnic  on  the  Hope  ranch  in  Santa  Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Milo  M.  Potter  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  at  the  Hotel  Potter 
in  honor  of  Mr.  and   Mrs.  John   McKee. 

Miss  Therese  Harrison  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  bridge-tea  in  honor  of  Miss  Helen 
Baily. 

The  Misses  Morrison  were  hostesses  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  their  home  in  San  Jose,  complimentary  to 
Mrs.    Carroll    D.    Buck. 

Major  Thomas  Q.  Ashburn,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Ashburn  were  the  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner 
given    by   the    Misses   Morrison. 

The  San  Francisco  Centre  gave  a  tea  Thursday 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Frederick  Xathan,  vice-presi- 
dent  of   the    National    Consumers*    League. 

Invitations  have  been  issued  by  Mrs.  Bowie 
Detrick  for  the  Junior  Assemblies.  The  first 
dance  has  been  arranged  for  Saturday  evening, 
September  28,   at  Century  Hall. 

Mrs.  K.  J.  Hampton,  wife  of  Major  Hampton, 
L .  S.  A.,  was  hostess  Thursday  at  a  card  party 
in    honor   of    Miss    Katberine    Taylor   of   Portland. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  California'ns  : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Homer  S.  King  and  their  daugh- 
ters, the  Misses  Genevieve  and  Hazel  King,  are 
at   Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  and  Mrs.  Rich- 
ard   Ivers    have    returned    from    Honolulu. 

Miss  Isabel  McCrackin  has  returned  from 
Cloverdale,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Miss 
Marian  Crocker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  E.  Dean  and  Miss  Helen 
Dean    have   returned    from   Lake  Tahoe. 

Mrs.  Timothy  Hopkins  and  Miss  Lydia  Hopkins 
spent  the  week-end   in    Santa   Cruz. 

Mr.  Bradley  Wallace  spent  the  week-end  with 
friends    in    Menlo    Park. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Drum  have  recently  been 
the  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Geer'Hitch- 
cock    in    San    Mateo. 

Miss  Marian  Wise  of  Washington,  D.  C,  is 
Visiting    Mrs.    John  Johns   in    San    Mateo. 

Miss  Helen  Hyde  sailed  Saturday  for  her  home 
in  Tokyo  after  an  absence  of  two  years,  during 
which  time  she  has  traveled  in  Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  St.  John  Whitney  have 
returned    from    Southern    California. 

Mi.  and  Mrs.  John  E.  Kirchen  of  Tojiopah 
have  been  spending  the  past  week  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Garrett  W.  McEnerney  will 
leave  shortly  for  Germany  to  spend  three  months. 

Miss  Gladys  Sullivan  has  returned  from  Santa 
(  ruz,  where  she  has  been  visiting  her  brother- 
in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  L. 
Murphy. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ralph  Merrill  have  returned  from 
a    motor    trip    in    Northern    California. 

Mrs.  A.  S.  Baldwin  and  her  daughters,  the 
Hisses  Laura  and  Mildred  Baldwin,  have  gone 
10    the    Yellowstone. 

Mr.  Harry  Crocker  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in    S.-uthern    California. 

Mr..      U.      P.      Schwerin      and      Miss      Arabella 


Scliwerin  left  Sunday  for  Santa  Barbara.  They 
were  accompanied  by  Mis?  Anne  Peters  of  Stock- 
ton. 

Mr-.  Charles  F.  Dillman  and  her  daughter.  Miss 
Corinne  Dillman,  have  returned  to  their  home 
in  Sacramento  after  a  visit  in  this  city  and  Mon- 
terey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  spent  the  week- 
end in  Woodside  as  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Robert    Oxnard. 

Mrs.  Arthur  Lord  has  come  from  Paris  to  spend 
several  weeks  with  her  relatives  and  friends. 
Mrs.  Lord,  who  was  formerly  Miss  Marian 
Louderback  of  Oakland,  has  for  many  years  re- 
sided in  Europe.  She  has  recently  been  the 
guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Athearn  Folger  in 
Woodside. 

The  Messrs.  Lloyd,  Gordon,  and  Lansing  Tevis 
left  last  week  for  a  ten  days"  fishing  and  hunting 
trip  on  the  McGloud  River.  They-  are  the  guests 
of  Mrs.  Hearst  at  her  country  home,  Wyntoon. 
Miss  Sarah  -Collier  has  gone  to  Seattle  to  visit 
her  brother-in-law  and  sister.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Bergie    B.    Beckett. 

Mrs.  James  Fletcher  (formerly  Miss  Carrie 
Mills)  is  visiting  her  cousins,  Mrs.  Flora  Dean 
Magee  and  Miss  Ethel  Dean,  at  their  ranch  in 
Nevada. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  returned 
Wednesday  from  Monterey,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the  past  two  weeks. 

Mrs.  W.  R.  Smedberg  and  her  granddaughter, 
Miss  Frances  Mclvor,  have  been  spending  the 
past   week  in    San    Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.   Duane  Bliss,  Jr.,  of  Lake  Tahoe, 
have  recently  been   spending  a   few  days   in  town. 
Miss  Josephine   Hannigan    has    returned    from    a 
brief   visit    at    Lake    Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Schilling  (formerly  Miss 
Alexandra  Hamilton)  are  established  in  their  new 
home  on  Laguna  Street  near  Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Mendell,  Jr.,  Miss 
Louise  Janin,  and  Mr.  Covington  Janin  have  re- 
turned   from    Santa    Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lorenzo  Avenali  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Ettore  Avenali  have  returned  from  a  two 
weeks'    visit    in    Miramar. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  C.  Coleman  have  joined 
their  daughters,  the  Misses  Persis  and  Janet  Cole- 
man,   in    Santa    Barbara. 

Mrs.  J.  K.  Armsby  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Cor- 
nelia Armsby,  have  returned  to  Chicago  after  hav- 
ing spent  the  past  six  months  in   California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  Hall  McAllister  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Ethel  and  Marian  McAllis- 
ter,   have    returned    from   the   Yellowstone. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Baker  have  returned 
from  San  Rafael  and  are  established  at  the  Hotel 
Monroe. 

Mr.  Ralph  Hope  Vere  has  been  in  town  during 
the    past   week. 

Mrs.  W.  S.  Porter  has  recovered  from  her  re- 
cent illness  and  has  gone  to   Santa  Barbara. 

Mrs.  William  Mayo  Newhall,  Miss  Marian  New- 
hall,    and    Mr.    William    Mayo    Newhall,    Jr.,    have 
gone    to    Santa    Barbara    to    remain   several    weeks. 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    John    W.    Lewis    have    returned 
from   Lake  Tahoe. 

Mrs.  Philip  Lansdale  and  her  children  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  in  Merced  after  a  visit  with 
relatives   in    San   Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Knight  have  returned 
from    Honolulu. 

Mrs.  Oscar  Beatty  and  her  children  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  in  Woodside  after  a  visit  in 
Miramar. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  are  established 
in  San  Rafael,  where  they  will  remain  until  No- 
vember   I. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young,  the  Misses 
Kathleen  and  Phyllis  de  Young,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Joseph  Oliver  Tobin  will  arrive  in  New  York  from 
Europe  about  September  1.  Mr.  Charles  de 
Young  left  last  week  for  the  East  to  meet  bis 
family. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Allen  Green  spent  the  week-end 
in  San  Mateo  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  E. 
Green. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  and  their 
sons,  the  Messrs.  Mountford,  Jr.,  and  Russell 
Wilson,  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Crockett  have  returned  to 
Burlingame    from    Weber    Lake. 

Mis?  Anita  Bertheau  has  been  spending  a  few 
days    with    friends    in    San    Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Brown  (formerly  Miss 
Ruth  Casey)  have  returned  from  Carmel-by-the- 
Sea  and  are  established  in  their  home  in  San 
Rafael, 

Miss  Cora  de  Marville  is  now  at  the  seashore 
in  Normandy,  where  she  will  remain  until  Sep- 
tember 1.  Dr.  de  Marville  will  stay  in  Paris 
throughout  the  summer. 

Lieutenant  James  Parker,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Parker  (formerly  Miss  Julia  Langhorne)  have 
been  spending  their  honeymoon  near  Mountain 
View,  where  they  have  been  occupying  the  bun- 
galow   of    Mr.    William    Fisher. 

Mrs.  Carroll  D.  Buck  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  White,  have  arrived  at  Fort  Mackenzie, 
whilher  Major  Buck,  U.  S.  A.,  has  recently  been 
ordered. 

Mrs.  Horatio  Lawrence  left  Monday  for  Okla- 
homa to  join  Captain  Lawrence,  U.  S.  A.,  who 
is  there  on  recruiting  duty.  During  her  stay  in 
l his    city     Mrs.     Lawrence    has    been    the    guest    of 


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IF  IT'S  "ARIST0CRAT1CA 

It  means  perfect  candy  satisfac- 
tion every  time.  These  chocolates 
are  the  aristocrats  of  the  candy 
world. 

To  add  to  their  wonderful  qual- 
ity, we  use,  by  private  arrange- 
ment, Maillard's  chocolate,  the 
famous  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York, 
product 


PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


her  sister,  Mrs.  Martin  Crimmins.  in  the  Pre- 
sidio. 

Lieutenant  David  Sellars.  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Sellars  are  established  on*  Presidio  Avenue  in  the 
house  which  was  formerly  occupied  by  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Lansing  Kellogg. 

Lieutenant  James  Lawrence  Kaufman,  LT.  S.  N., 
and  Mrs.  Kaufman,  of  San  Diego,  have  been 
spending  the  past  week  in  this  city. 

Mrs.  Harold  Naylor,  wife  of  Lieutenant  Nay- 
lor. U.  S.  A.,  has  arrived  from  Honolulu  and 
will  spend  the  next  month   in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Cluff  have  returned  from 
Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Chauncey  Boardman  and  their 
children  have  returned  from  a  visit  in  Ross  with 
Mrs.    George.  C.    Boardman. 


New  Agency  of  French  Line  Steamship  Co. 

The  Compagnie  Generale  Transatlantique 
has  appointed  James  B.  Duffy  its  exclusive 
cabin  agent  in  California.  The  Compagnie 
Generale  Transatlantique.  the  French  Line 
Steamship  Company,  operates  a  large  fleet  of 
steamers  between  New  York  and  Havre,  Xew 
Orleans  and  Marseilles,  and  Colon  and 
France,  and  is  one  of  the  largest  passenger- 
carrying  steamship  companies  in  the  world. 
The  French  government  supervises  its  opera- 
tion, and  each  steamer  is  an  auxiliary  of  the 
French   navy- 

The  appointment  indicates  the  French 
Line's  appreciation  of  the  importance  of  San 
Francisco  as  a  booking-point  for  European 
travel.  They  have  stated  that  their  investi- 
gation indicates  a  large  travel  from  and 
through  San  Francisco  upon  the  completion 
of  the  Panama  Canal,  and  the  opening  of  the 
new  agency  is  in  anticipation  of  much  new 
business  to  France  and  the  European  conti- 
nent. The  new  agency  will  take  care  of  the 
government  business  from  Tahiti,  the  French 
possession  in  the  South  Seas.  Mr.  Duffy 
will  conduct  the  French  Line  business  in  con- 
nection with  that  of  the  Santa  Fe  Railway, 
the  general  agency  of  which  he  will  retain, 
opening  a  new  steamship  department  for  the 
Compagnie    Generale    Transatlantique. 

This  French  company  is  one  of  the  largest 
in  the  American  trade  and  operates  some  of 
the  finest  passenger  steamers  sailing  from 
this  continent.  It  is  owned  exclusively  in 
France  and  is  French  in  every  particular. 
The  excellence  of  its  cuisine,  furnishings, 
etc,  is  of  world-wide  "  fame.  Natives  of 
France  will  travel  only  on  that  line,  and 
Americans  are  rapidly  getting  that  habit. 

The  "new  San  Francisco  office  hopes  to  in- 
duce the  management  of  the  Compagnie  Gen- 
erale Transatlantique  to  extend  the  Colon 
line  through  to  San  Francisco  from  France 
upon  completion  of  the  Panama  Canal. 
■*♦*» 

Julian  Emile  Frederic  Massenet,  the  com- 
poser, died  in  Paris,  August  13,  at  the  age 
of  seventy.  He  had  been  suffering  for  a 
long  time  from  cancer,  but  his  death  was  sud- 
den and  unexpected.  Massenet  was  one  of 
the  best-known  French  composers.  He  was 
born  May  12,  1842,  at  St.  Etienne  in  the  De- 
partment of  the  Loire.  Among  his  more 
noted  works  were  "Le  Cid,"  "Manon,  ' 
"Le  Jongleur  de  Notre  Dame,"  and 
"Thais."  He  established  his  reputation  in 
1872  with  "Don  Cesar  de  Bazan."  Among 
others  of  his  notable  works  were  a  four-act 
opera,  "Le  Roi  de  Lahore,"  and  "La  Navar- 
raise,"  and  he  also  composed  many  oratorios 
and  cantatas.  He  was  a  grand  officer  of  the 
Legion  of  Honor  and  a  member  of  the  French 
Institute. 

■*♦*- 

The  Messrs.  Shubert  assure  the  positive  re- 
turn next  July  of  the  Gilbert  and  Sullivan 
AK-Star  Opera  Company  which  closed  its 
four  weeks'  season  at  the  Cort  Theatre  last 
Saturday  night.  In  addition  to  "The  Mikado," 
"Pinafore."  "Patience,"  and  "The  Pirates  of 
Penzance.*'  which  were  given  this  time,  it  is 
planned  to  give  revivals  of  "Trial  by  Jury." 
"The  Sorcerer."  "Princess  Ida,"  "Iolanthe." 
and  "The  Gondoliers."  The  packed  house 
that  was  in  evidence  Saturday  night  at  the 
Cort  Theatre  encored  the  company  repeatedly 
at  the  end  of  "The  Mikado,"  and  finally  the 
entire  company  sang  "Auld  Lang  Syne"  while 
the  audience  cheered. 


With  England,  Ireland,  and  Scotland  pos- 
sessing distinctly  national  theatres,  little 
Wales  is  now  striving  toward  the  same  end, 
the  movement  being  headed  by  Lord  Tredegar, 
Lord  Merthyr,  and  Mr.  \V.  Pieton  Phillips, 
high  constable  of  Caermarthenshire.  A  gen- 
uine Welsh  play  entitled  "The  Human 
Factor,"  by  Dr.  Naunton  Davies,  was  pro- 
duced in  Newport.  Monmouthshire,  being  the 
first  offering  of  the  new  school  of  Welsh 
drama,  and,  following  an  engagement  in  Car- 
diff,   will    be    brought    to    London    early    next 

year. 

—♦■- 

The  revival  of  "Robin  Hood"  in  New  York 
at  the  Knickerbocker  Theatre,  interrupted  by 
the  heated  term,  has  resumed  its  sway  to 
good  business.  Edwin  Stevens  is  still  the 
sheriff  in  the   cast,   Barnabee's  old   part. 


The  home  in  Seattle  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Bergie  B.  Beckett  (formerly  Miss  Lutie  Col- 
lier.) has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a 
son. 


The  home  in  Oakland  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Stanley  Moore  has  been  brightened  by  the 
advent  of  a  daughter. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Echo  and  the  Quest. 

Now,    as    the  west   is   red,    O    birds! 
My    clumsy   arts   you    bring   to    naught, 
A  victim   of  the   curse  of   thought, 

I    tell    its   pain   in    trammeling   words — 

Your   music  mocks   the  bitter   lay! 

Idle    as    any    song    of   mine 

The  melody  from  copse  or  pine — 
Born  at  the  dying  of  the  day; 

But   oh '.    the    full    accomplishment ! 

Reproach    unplanned   but   exquisite '. 

Hark    how    the    unpurchased    throats    transmit 
The  tidings  of  a  world   content! 

To  you  the  tale  is  all  of  joy, 

But  we   from    rapture  ask  its   pang; 
And  tho*  an  angel  came  and  sang. 

Our    hearts   would    worship— and    destroy. 

And    tho'    for  ecstasy   you   sing, 

Our   dim   dissent  awaits  your   tale. 
And   in   the   song  there   seems  to    wail 

Another  message  than  you  bring: 

Lnmastered    still    by    disbelief. 

You  tell  our  doubts  in  twilight  strain; 

Lntouched    by   man's  perennial   pain. 
You  give   some   echo   of  his  grief; 

Or   so    we    dream.     The   very    wind 
Serves    at   the   soul's   aeolian    chords; 
Rulers   dismayed,    uncertain  lords. 

In    all  we    find,    ourselves  we   find. 

But  you   escape  the  nets  of  care; 
Whither  at  last  my  feet  shall  go 
I  know  not:   from  your  song  I  know 

You    find    the   truth,    and   find    it    fair. 

— George    Sterling,    in    Sunset    Magazine. 


Aubade. 
So    late    last    night    I    watched    with    you,    and    yet 

You  come  to  wake  me  while  the  dews  are  gray. 

Before  the  sun   is   forth   upon  his  way. 
Almost  as  though  you    feared  I   might   forget. 

And    still    you    count,    unmoved,    importunate, 
Each   pitiful   item  in   my  sorrow's   freight — 

As  lovers  all  their  vows  before  they  part 
Over    and    over    recapitulate — 

Though    well   you  know    I  have    it    all   by   heart. 

O    Grief,    this  little   while    forbear,    refrain 
Telling  your  beads   so    loud,    so    soon,    again, 

Tuning   your    summons   to    the   blackbird's    song. 
Here,    where    the    dawn    hangs    dark    in    lawn    and 

tree, 
Do  but  a  little  longer  wait  for  me, 

I,  who  am  mindful  of  you  all  day  long. 
— From      "The     Poems     of     Rosamund     Marriott 
Watson." 


The  American  Embassy  in  London  has 
never  been  more  splendidly  lodged  than  in 
Dorchester  House,  Park  Lane.  Dorchester 
House  is  a  veritable  palace  standing  in  its 
own  grounds  in  a  style  uncommon  in  Lon- 
don, approached  by  an  entrance  drive  and 
fenced  to  the  north  and  west  by  handsome 
terraces  in  the  ornate  Italian  style,  which  are 
shaded  by  large  plane-trees.  It  is  faced  en- 
tirely with  Portland  stone  adorned  with  a 
wealth  of  decoration.  Over  the  door  is  a 
shield  on  which  appear  the  letters  "R.  S.  H." 
— the  initials  of  Mr.  R.  S.  Kolford,  for  whom 
it  was  built  in  1851-2,  from  designs  by  Lewis 
Vulliamy.  Before  that  there  stood  on  this 
site  an  older  mansion  with  the  same  name, 
which  was  for  years  the  residence  of  the 
third  Marquis  of  Hertford,  who  married 
Maria  Fagniani,  the  notorious  Lady  Yar- 
mouth of  the  Regency,  and  Lady  Hertford  of 
George  IV's  reign.  He  died  there  in  1842. 
The  site  cost  a  fortune  to  buy,  and  the  house 
another  to  build.  Mr.  Holford's  successor 
found  it  rather  a  white  elephant.  It  was  let 
and  oftener  unlet.  One  of  the  most  notable 
leases  in  the  later  Victorian  era  was  to  the 
Shahzada,  son  of  the  then  Amir  of  Afghanis- 
tan, for  whom  a  large  reception  was  given  to 
several  thousands  of  society  and  the  official 
world.  Since  1905  it  has  been  rented  from 
Sir  George  Holford  by  Mr.  Whitelaw  Reid, 
the  American  ambassador,  for  £9000  a  year 
— that  is  about  three  times  his  salary — as  his 
private  residence,  a  fact  which  makes  it  for 
the  time  the  American  Embassy. 


Authors  who  would  like  to  have  pensions 
ought  to  emigrate  to  Australia.  The  Com- 
monwealth Parliament  votes  £700  a  year 
to  the  "Australian  Literary  Fund,"  but 
there  are  not  enough  applicants  to  use  up 
the  money.  Australian  authors  are  either  too 
few  or  too  prosperous.  The  comic  papers 
are  making  merry  at  the  discovery  that  the 
latest  beneficiaries  from  the  fund  are  a  clergy- 
man who  has  published  nothing — not  even  a 
volume  of  sermons — and  a  "business  man" 
who,  as  Disraeli  puts  it,  is  "a  gentleman  from 
whom  business   has  retired.***" 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Hough 
has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a 
daughter.  Mrs.  Hough  was  formerly  Miss 
Amalia   Simpson. 

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The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marcel  Cerf  has 
been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a  daughter. 


HILLSBOROUGH,  NEAR  SAN  MATEO— FOR 

SALE,  one  of  the  most  beautiful  homes  on  the  Peninsula. 
House  of  14  rooms,  hardwood  floors,  sleeping  porch. 
Garage,  stable,  tennis  court  and  croquet  ground.  Grounds 
of  3  1  -4  acres  set  out  in  lawns,  orange  and  other  fruit  trees 
and  shrub*.  B.  P.  OLIVER,  Inc..  104  Montgomery  St.. 
San  Francisco.  Cal.     Telephone  Kearny  1650. 


August  24,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


The  eight  district  foremen  in  the  street- 
cleaning  bureau  who  were  removed  by  Mayor 
Rolph  appealed  to  the  courts  in  a  vain  effort 
to  retain  their  jobs,  but  Judge  Sea  well  de- 
cided that  the  authority  to  discharge  them 
was  complete  and  absolute. 


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Frank  Thompson,  son  of  the  late  multi- 
millionaire, R.  R.  Thompson,  has  won  a  vic- 
tory in  the  superior  court  against  his  daugh- 
ter, Mrs.  Harriet  Thompson  Smith,  in  her 
suit  to  prevent  the  California  Title  Insurance 
and  Trust  Company  from  restoring  to  her 
father  $250,000  of  his  inherited  fortune.  The 
result  of  this  judgment  is  to  throw  Mrs. 
Smith's  suit  out  of  court.  Mrs.  Smith  al- 
leged in  her  suit  that  her  father,  fearing  that 
he  would  dissipate  his  fortune,  turned  over 
to  the  trust  company  stocks  and  bonds  to  the 
value  of  $250,000  for  the  benefit  of  the  daugh- 
ter and  other  relatives.  She  asked  the  court 
to  enjoin  the  trust  company  from  returning 
to  Thompson  the  securities,  as  he  had  sued 
to  compel  the  corporation  to  do. 


The  first  attempt  of  the  Toyo  Risen  Kaisha 
Company  to  install  Japanese  orchestras  aboard 
their  liners  was  made  on  the  Chiyo  Mam, 
which  arrived  from  the  Orient  this  week. 
Five  Japanese  boys  constitute  the  orchestra, 
all  of  whom  are  graduates  from  the  Japanese 
Conservatory   of  Music  at  Tokyo. 


The  public  buildings  committee  of  the 
board  of  supervisors  has  passed  a  resolution 
directing  the  board  of  works  to  prepare  plans 
and  specifications  for  the  auditorium,  for 
which  the  Exposition  Company  appropriated 
$1,000,000.  The  committee  fixes  the  block 
bounded  by  Hayes,  Grove,  Larkin,  and  Polk 
as  the  site  of  the  auditorium.  The  block  is 
owned  by  the  Mechanics'  Institute,  which 
asks  $1,000,000  for  the  property,  but  it  is  ex- 
pected that  the  public  buildings  committee  and 
the  city  attorney's  office  may  be  able  to  agree 
with  the  owners"  to  secure  the  site  for  $625,- 
000,  the  price  offered. 


Mrs.  Viola  Webb  de  Latimer  may  now 
claim  the  remaining  $75,000  of  her  inherit- 
ance from  the  estate  of  her  father,  the  late 
Peter  Kimberly  of  Sharon,  Pennsylvania, 
Judge  J.  V.  Coffey  having  entered  a  decree 
restoring  her  to  competency,  for  which  judg- 
ment she  has  fought  without  success  before 
court  and  jury  for  two  years. 


Mayor  Rolph  has  transmitted  to  the  board 
of  works  a  letter  in  which  he  states  that  in- 
vestigation has  fixed  the  blame  for  defection 
in  the  work  on  the  Twin  Peaks  reservoir  of 
the  auxiliary  fire  system  upon  H.  D.  H:  Con- 
nick,  who  was  then  chief  assistant  city  en- 
gineer, and  who  is  now  director  of  works  of 
the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition,  under  leave 
of  absence  from  the  city's  employ.  The  let- 
ter recommends  that  Connick's  leave  of  ab- 
sence   be    revoked. 


The  largest  collection  of  William  Keith's 
paintings  ever  shown  are  on  exhibition,  at  the 
art  gallery  of  the  Golden  Gate  Park  Museum. 
Curator  George  Barron  induced  the  heirs  of 
the  famous  California  artist  to  allow  the  pub- 
He  of  San  Francisco  an  opportunity  to  view 
the  works  of  art  before  they  are  sold  in  New 
York,  London,  and  Paris.  Thirty-one  of  the 
thirty-three  canvases  shown  are  of  scenes  in 
California,  and  it  is  estimated  the  present 
market  value  of  the  pictures  totals  a  quarter 
of  a  million  dollars. 


Questions  of  dispute  between  the  city  and 
the  members  of  the  Musical  Association  of 
San  Francisco  concerning  the  plan  for  the 
erection  and  management  of  the  opera-house 
in  the  civic  centre  have  been  settled.  Accord- 
ing to  the  trust  agreement,  the  Musical  AssoL 
ciation  is  to  furnish  $650,000.  The  city  is  to 
furnish  the  land  in  the  civic  centre,  the  cur- 
rent for  the  exterior  lighting  and  the  heat. 
The  building  becomes  the  property  of  the  city. 
The  management  is  vested  in  a  body  of 
trustees,  similar  to  the  public  library  trustees, 
fifteen  in  number,  of  whom  nine  are  to  be 
chosen  by  the  Musical  Association  from  its 
membership.  The  block  designated  for  the 
opera-house  is  that  on  the  east  of  the  pro- 
posed plaza,  between  McAllister,  Larkin,  and 
Hyde  Streets,  extended.  The  south  facade 
will  front  on  a  broad  square,  while  the  main 
facade  will  be  on  the  plaza.  The  other  build- 
ings fronting  on  the  plaza  will  be  the  City 
Hall,  the  Auditorium,  the  Public  Library,  and 
another  building  remaining  to  be  designated. 
The  site  chosen  for  the  opera-house  is  a 
part  of  the  o'.d  City  Hall  site,  there  being  no 
structure  in  existence  to  be  removed  before 
work   begins.  

The  cornerstone  of  the  new  $300,000  build- 
ing of  the  Mount  Zion  Hospital  at  Scott  and 
Post  Streets  was  laid  on  Wednesday  of  last 
week  with  impressive  ceremony.  Mrs.  I.  W. 
Hellman,  Jr.,  laid  the  stone  in  its  place  with 
a  silver  trowel  and  a  mason's  mallet.  J.  E. 
Levison,  president  of  the  hospital,  and  E.  S. 
Heller,  chairman  of  the  building  committee, 
gave  addresses,  each  predicting  that  the  new 
building  for  the  care  of  the  community's  sick 
and  needy  will  be  completed  and  ready  for 
occupancy   within   a  year.      Rabbi    M.   S.   Levy 


offered  the  opening  prayer.  Rabbi  Jacob  Nieto 
read  the  scriptures.  Rabbi  B.  M.  Kap'.an  gave 
the  dedicatory  prayer,  and  Rabbi  Martin  A. 
Meyer  pronounced  the  benediction.  The 
Hellman  family  have  been  the  most  generous 
givers  to  the  fund  with  the  Jewish  people  of 
San  Francisco  who  made  the  hospitable  pos- 
sible. I.  W.  Hellman  gave  $100,000  in  mem- 
ory of  his  deceased  wife,  and  $150,000  has 
been  raised  by  bonds  subscribed  for  by  a 
large  number  of  Jewish  people,  many  of  whom 
made  donations.  Dr.  M.  Herzstein  has  offered 
to  equip  the  children's  ward.  The  Mount 
Zion  Hospital  was  founded  twenty-five  years 
ago.  The  institution  is  at  present  housed  at 
Sutter  Street,  between  Scott  and  Devisadero. 
The  new  building  will  have  accommodations 
for  125  beds.  Sixty-five  will  be  free,  "a  larger 
number  than  the  total  of  free  beds  in  all  the 
other  hospitals  of  this  city.  The  building 
will   be   four  stories   high, 

Arnold  Bennett  on  College  Football. 
Writing  in  Harper's  Magazine  for  Septem- 
ber, Arnold  Bennett  gives  his  impressions  of 
a  college  football  game  and  criticizes  the  prac- 
tice of  using  substitute  players  as  a  part  of 
our  American  passion  for  getting  results  : 

"At  a  signal  the  mimic  battle  began.  And 
in  a  moment  occurred  the  first  casualty — most 
grave  of  a  series  of  casualties.  A  pale  hero, 
with  a  useless  limb,  was  led  off  the  field  amid 
loud  cheers.  Then  it  was  that  I  became 
aware  of  some  dozens  of  supplementary  he- 
roes shivering  beneath  brilliant  blankets  un- 
der the  lee  of  the  stands.  In  this  species  of 
football  every  casualty  was  foreseen,  and  the 
rules  allowed  it  to  be  repaired.  Not  two 
teams,  but  two  regiments,  were,  in  fact,  fight- 
ing. And  my  European  ideal  of  sport  was 
offended. 

"Was  it  possible  that  a  team  could  be  per- 
mitted to  replace  a  wounded  man  by  another, 
and  so  on  ad  infinitum?  Was  it  possible  that 
a  team  need  not  abide  by  its  misfortunes  ? 
Well,  it  was  !  I  did  not  like  this.  It  seemed 
to  me  that  the  organizers,  forgetting  that  this 
was  a  mimic  battle,  had  made  it  into  a  real 
battle ;  and  that  here  was  an  imperfect  ap- 
preciation of  what  strictly  amateur  sport  is. 
The  desire  to  win,  laudable  and  essential  in 
itself,  may  by  excessive  indulgence  become  a 
morbid  obsession.  Surely  I  thought,  and  still 
think,  the  means  ought  to  suit  the  end  !  An 
enthusiast  for  American  organization,  I  was 
nevertheless  forced  to  conclude  that  here  or- 
ganization is  being  carried  too  far,  outraging 
the  sense  of  proportion  and  of  general  fitness. 
For  me  such  organization  disclosed  even  a 
misapprehension  as  to  the  principal  aim  and 
purpose  of  a  university.  If  ever  the  fate  of 
the  republic  should  depend  on  the  result  of 
football  matches,  then  such  organization 
would  be  justifiable,  and  courses  of  intel- 
lectual study  might  properly  be  suppressed. 
Until  that  dread  hour,  I  would  be  inclined  to 
dwell  heavily  on  the  admitted  fact  that  a  foot- 
ball match  is  not  Waterloo,  but  simply  a 
transient  game  in  which  two  sets  of  young- 
sters bump  up  against  one  another  in  oppos- 
ing endeavors  to  put  a  bouncing  toy  on  two 
different  spots  of  the  earth's  surface.  The 
ultimate  location  of  the  inflated  bauble  will 
not  affect  the  national  destiny,  and  such  moral 
value  as  the  game  has  will  not  be  increased 
but  diminished  by  any  enlargement  of  organ- 
ization. After  all,  if  the  brains  of  the  world 
gave  themselves  exclusively  to  football 
matches,  the  efficiency  of  football  matches 
would  be  immensely  improved — but  what 
then  ?  .  .  .  I  seemed  to  behold  on  this  field 
the  American  passion  for  'getting  results* — 
which  I  admire  very  much ;  but  it  occurred 
to  me  that  that  passion,  with  its  eyes  fixed 
hungrily  on  the  result  it  wants,  may  some- 
times fail  to  see  that  it  is  getting  a  number 
of  other  results  which  it  emphatically  doesn't 
want." 


Say  "Imperial"  Cocoa 

When  next  you  order  cocoa,  and  do  not 
accept  any  other  than  IMPERIAL. 

Why  so  particular  about  the  name  ? 

Because  it  is  recognized  as  the  best  cocoa 
offered  for  sale.  It  is  the  result  of  many 
years'  planning,  experimenting  and  study  on 
the  part  of  the  D.  Ghirardelli  Company  to 
produce  a  better  cocoa  than  any  other  on 
the  market. 

The  process  is  Ghirardelli's  own  discov- 
ery, by  which  the  flavor  is  not  only  fully 
developed,  but  improved. 

It  is  economical,  being  of  superior 
strength,  at  a  moderate  price,  and  it  goes 
farther. 

See  to  it  that  YOUR  grocer  handles 
IMPERIAL. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers 


"Pomander  Walk"  Coming. 
To  the  admirers  of  the  character  creations 
of  Dickens  and  Thackeray,  the  quaint  char- 
acters in  Louis  N.  Parker's  beautiful  play, 
"Pomander  Walk."  will  make  an  especial  a|»- 
peal.  Many  critics  have  remarked  that  the 
craftsmanship  employed  in  the  construction 
of  "Pomander  Walk"  was  not  at  all  dissimilar 
to  the  well-known  methods  of  the  immortal 
authors  alluded  to.  A  number  of  characters 
in  the  play  look  as  if  they  might  have  just 
stepped  out  of  the  covers  of  one  of  Dickens's 
works.  The  location  of  the  play,  quaint  and 
sequestered,  in  the  outskirts  of  the  great  Eng- 
lish metropolis,  was  just  such  a  queer  little 
corner  of  the  world  as  Dickens  delighted  in 
the  description  of.  The  pretty  conceptions 
of  the  play  are  augmented  by  the  superb 
manner  in  which  it  is  presented  by  the  all- 
English  cast  which  the  Liebler  Company 
brought  to  this  country  two  seasons  ago,  and 
which  presented  "Pomander  Walk"  at  Wal- 
lack's  Theatre,  New  York,  throughout  the  en- 
tire first  season.  This  organization  is  coming 
direct  from  New  York  City  to  San  Francisco 
to  open  its  third  season  in  "Pomander  Walk," 
and  sixteen  performances  of  the  comedy  will 
be  given  at  the  Columbia  Theatre,  beginning 
Monday,  September  2  (Labor  Day),  with 
usual   matinees. 


Trouville  the  Expensive. 
A  reminiscence  of  a  first  visit  to  Trouville 
will  perhaps  be  admissible  (says  Harrison 
Rhodes  in  the  current  Harper's).  Several 
years  ago  two  young  gentlemen  started  from 
London  for  a  holiday  in  France.  One  of 
them  has  since  become  one  of  England's  most 
famous  novelists  ;  the  other,  at  least  the  au- 
thor of  such  articles  as  the  present.  At  that 
time  funds  were  not  too  easily  come  by  ;  still, 
there  was  a  modest  sum  in  pocket  for  the 
trip.  The  two  came  to  Havre  by  the  night 
boat  from  Southampton,  and  during  the 
morning  crossed  the  blue-gray  estuary  of  the 
Seine  to  the  most  famous  of  French  seaside 
places,  sitting  between  its  sands  and  its  green 
hillside.  It  was  in  our  heroes'  minds — will 
the  reader  permit  them  to  be  so  named  ? — 
that  to  Trouville  had  already  gone  the  two 
loveliest  ladies  in  the  world  ;  it  was  their  in- 
tention before  taking  the  afternoon  train  to 
Caen  to  offer  lunch  at  the  Hotel  de  Paris  to 
these  fair  creatures  in  a  style  befitting  the 
place,  the  time — it  was  race-week,  the  height 
of  the  Trouville  season — and  the  depth  of 
the  hosts'  admiration.  All  this  was  done,  yet 
the  story,  at  its  climax,  becomes  a  financial 
rather  than  a  sentimental  one.  The  impulse 
of  hospitality  resulted  in  a  pretty  accurate 
division  of  the  fund  for  traveling  into  two 
equal  parts.  With  half,  our  friends  paid  for 
lunch — a  good  lunch  for  four — with  the  other 
half  they  met  the  expenses  of  a  pleasant  ten 
days'  trip  through  the  Normandy  towns  and 
villages.  Trouville  is  not,  let  it  be  frankly 
admitted  at  the  outset,  a  refuge  for  the  eco- 
nomically minded. 

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The  Japanese  building  at  the  Panama- 
Pacific  International  Exposition,  costing  $1,- 
000,000,  and  to  occupy  four  acres  in  the  Pre- 
sidio near  the  Lombard  Street  entrance,  is  to 
be  erected  as  a  permanent  gift  to  the  people 
of  the  United  States.  This  was  finally  de- 
cided after  conferences  between  the  Japanese 
commissioners  and  the  President  and  Gen- 
eral Wood,  when  the  War  Department  of- 
ficials agreed  to  allow  the  ground  to  be  per- 
manently occupied  and  the  President  stated 
that  he  would  accept  the  gift  on  behalf  of  the 
American  government. 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Turkish  Bath 
12  th  Floor 

Ladies*  Hair  Dressing  Parlors 
2d  Floor 

Cafe 

White  and  Gold  Restaurant 

Lobby  Floor 

Electric  Grill 

Barber  Shop 

Basement,  Geary  St.  Entrance 

Under  the  management  of  James  Woods 


Her  vacation  will  be  complete  if  she  is  kept 
supplied  with  candy.  Easily  sent  by  mail  or 
express  from  any  one  of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons' 
four   candy    stores. 


Although  the  White  House  is  a  government 
institution,  the  honor  of  protecting  the  chief 
executive  and  his  household  during  the  sleep- 
ing hours  devolves  upon  a  specially  selected 
corps  of  Washington  police.  No.  1600  Penn- 
sylvania Avenue  is  the  only  residence  in 
America  which  is  protected  by  city  police 
year  in  and  year  out.  The  departments  re- 
quire the  service  of  fourscore  men  as  night 
watchmen. 


New  York's  new  theatrical  season  opens 
with  few  important  incidents.  The  only  new 
production  of  the  second  week  was  a  farce, 
'"Just  Like  John."  by  George  Broadhurst  and 
Mark  Swan,  which  served  to  open  William 
A.  Brady's  new  Forty-Eighth  Street  Theatre. 
The  playhouse  is  small,  but  handsomely  ap- 
pointed. The  farce  was  received  with  only 
tepid   interest. 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cars  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


Lolita  Robertson  is  leading  lady  with  Wil- 
ton Lackaye  in  a  new  Eugene  Walter  play. 
"Fine  Feathers,"  now  at  the  Cort  Theatre  in 
Chicago. 


Events   of  your  life  scientifically   predicted. 
Address  Robert  R.  Hill,  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Summeringat  this  luxurious  resort  on 
the  ocean  iJcuch  is  Ideal.  T1k- delightful 
ocean  breeze  gives  ueW  zest  to  a  rouud 
of  the  links  or  a  slaahing  set  of  tennis. 
Every  out-of-door  amusement  here  and 
plenty  of  secluded  spots  for  those  who 
prefer  quiet  rest.    .Summer  Kates. 

J.  J.  HERNAN,  Manager,  Coroaado,  Cal. 

or  H.  F.  Norcross.  AeL,  334  So.  Spring  St 

Los  Angeles,  CaL 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  24.  1912. 


Pears' 

There's  a  unique 
ad  a  ptabili  ty  about 
Pears'  Soap.  It  makes 
the  child  enjoy  its  bath, 
helps  the  mother  pre- 
serve her  complexion, 
and  the  man  of  the 
house  finds  nothing 
quite  so  good  for  sha- 
ving. 

Have  you  used  Pears' 
Soap? 

Pears'  the  soap  for  the  whole  family. 


TOYO    KISEN    KAISHA 

(ORIENTAL    S.    S.    CO.) 

S.  S.  Cbiyo  Maru Saturday,  Aug.  31,1912 

S.  S.  Nippon    Maru    (intermediate   service  sa- 
loon accommodations   at  reduced  rates)... 

Saturday,    Sept.   21,1912 

S.  S.  Tenyo  Maru    (via  Manila  direct) 

Friday,    Sept.    27,  1912 

S.  S.  Sbinvo     Maru     (new) 

Saturday,   Oct.    19,1912 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier,  No.  34, 
near  foot  of  Brannan  Street,  1  p.  m.,  for 
Yokohama  and  Hongkong,  calling  at  Honolulu, 
Kobe  (Hiogo),  Nagasaki  and  Shanghai,  and 
connecting  at  Hongkong  with  steamer  for  Ma- 
nila, India,  etc.  No  cargo  received  on  board 
on   day   of  sailing. 

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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Bctiliam — He  called  me  a  driveling  idiot. 
Mrs.  Bcnham — Well,  don't  drivel.— AY;i- 
York    Globe. 

Willis — I  see  they  captured  the  automobile 
robbers.  Gillis — Chauffeurs  or  dealers? — 
Town   Topics. 

"Now  they  are  trying  to  make  the  cactus 
edible."  "I  don't  think  we  need  a  vegetable 
shad." — Washington   Herald. 

Doctor — Buy  a  car  and  get  the  fresh  air. 
Stop  eating  meat  and  smoking.  Patient — I'll 
have  to  if  I  buy  a  car. — Circuit  Reviver. 

"Every  married  man  ought  to  own  an  au- 
tomobile." "Why?"  "Oh.  it's  apt  to  make 
him  forget  his  other  troubles." — Town 
Topics. 

"My  childish  ambition  was  to  be  a  sprink- 
ling cart  operator.  Since  then  I  have  fallen 
off  the  wagon  many  times." — Chicago  Tribune 
Humorist. 

Lady — You  seem  to  like  my  pies.  Tramp — 
It's  de  only  one  I  got  dis  week  dat  I  didn't 
have    to    get    at    wit'    a    can-opener. — Kansas 

Capital. 

Distressed  Mother — John  !  John  !  Baby 
has  swallowed  my  latchkey.  Absent-Minded 
Father — Xever  mind,  dear — use  mine! — Lon- 
don Opinion. 

Winifred — But   I   think  I  ought   to   tell   you 

that    my    eldest    brother    is  an    ex-President. 

Bertram — Xo    matter,    pet.  Even    that    shall 
not  separate  us ! — Satire. 

Ted — I  see  they  are  going  to  boom  New 
York  as  a  summer  resort.  Xed — I  thought 
most  of  the  visitors  came  here  because  it 
was  a  hot  town. — Judge. 

Operator — Xumber,  please.  Subscriber — I 
vas  talking  mit  my  husband  und  now  I  don't 
hear  him  any  more.  You  must  of  pushed  him 
off  de  vire. — Milwaukee  A'ews. 

Bangs — How  did  old  Heavysole  treat  you 
when  you  asked  him  for  his  daughter?  Acted 
like  a  pirate,  didn't  he?  Butts — Pirate!  He 
acted  like  a  f ree-booter  ! — Judge. 

"She  is  in  great  demand  as  a  bridesmaid." 
"Wonder  why  ?  She  is  neither  pretty  nor 
stylish."  "But  she  can  sob  beautifully,  and 
all  the  brides  like  that" — New  York  Herald. 

"Are  you  going  to  her  wedding?"  the  jilted 
suitor  was  asked.  "No.  I  haven't  the  least 
desire  to  feel  like  August  Belmont  at  a  Demo- 
cratic   convention." — Chicago    Record-Herald . 

"Has  Polkwitz  not  been  admitted  to  the 
Q  Club?"  "No,  he  was  too  unpopular!  He 
got  thirteen  black  balls  and  there  were  only 
eleven  members  present."  —  Mergendorfer 
Blatter. 

*  Life  is  a  burden  to  me."  "Take  an  in- 
terest in  something.  Have  an  avocation. 
Take  up  golf."  "Aw,  life  isn't  worth  living." 
"Then  take  up  aviation." — Louisville  Courier- 
Journal. 

Chatty  Sassenach — Looks  pretty  good  soil 
about  here;  what  crops  do  you  grow?  Sandy 
— It  a'  depends,  sir.  Sassenach — Depends  on 
what  ?  Sandy — On  the  sort  of  seed  they  pit 
in  !— Tit-Bits. 

"What."  she  asked  with  a  haughty  sneer, 
"would  the  Garden  of  Eden  have  been  with- 
out Eve  ?"  "Well,"  he  calmly  replied,  "it 
would  probably  have  been  quiet,  for  one 
thing." — The  Cause. 

Invalid — Is  this  a  good  place  for  nerves? 
Proprietor  of  the  Health  Resort — It  is. 
Why.  when  I  opened  up  here  I  only  charged 
$2.50  a  day,  and  now  I've  got  the  nerve  to 
charge   $5. — Tit-Bits. 

''Nobody  knows  how  I  have  suffered,"  she 
complained.  "Does  your  husband  abuse 
you  ?"  her  friend  asked.  "Xo,  but  he  can  sit 
for  hours  without  hearing  a  word  that  I  say." 
— Ch  icago   Record-Herald. 

"You  are  in  love  with  a  blonde,"  remarked 
the  fortune  teller,  "but  after  you  marry  her. 
beware  of  a  brunette  who "  "Xo  dan- 
ger," remarked  the  patron ;  "it's  the  same 
woman." — The  Ladies'  World. 

Lady  of  House — What  caused  you  to  be- 
come a  tramp?  Ragged  Rogers — The  fam'ly 
physician,  mum.  He  advised  me  to  take  long 
walks  after  me  meals,  an'  I've  been  walking 
after    'em    ever   since. — Boston    Transcript. 

The  Lawyer — You  understand  the  nature 
of  an  oath,  don't  you?  The  Lady  (a  little 
flurried ) — I  beg  your  pardon  ?  The  Lawyer 
/testily, — What  is  the  nature  of  an  oath? 
The  Lady  i  triumphantly) — Profane,  isn't  it  ? 
eland  Plain  Dealer. 

Bell — That  man  over  there  is  staring 
straight  at  my  nose.  Nell — Probably  he's  a 
reporter.  Bell — And  why  should  a  reporter 
stare  at  my  nose?  Nell — They  are  supposed 
to  keep  their  eye  on  everything  that  turns  up, 
aren't    they  ? — Boston    Transcript. 

"We  have  some  experts  figuring  on  a  sys- 
tem "i"  good  roads  for  your  county."  "Yes." 
replied  Farmer  '^••rntosse].  "that  has  been 
goin"  on  for  some  time.     The  principal  trouble  i 


about  the  good  roads  movements  in  this 
neighborhood  has  been  too  much  brain  work 
and  not  enough  manual  labor." — Washington 
Star. 

"I  don't  care  for  beer  except  on  a  very 
hot  day."  "What  do  you  call  a  hot  day?" 
"Oh,  any  kind  of  a  day  when  the  mercury 
gets  above  40." — The  Outlook. 

Si — So  Tabez  postponed  his  weddin'  ?  Hi 
— Yep.  There's  a  circus  in  town  that  night 
and  Tabe  had  his  ticket  bought  before  he 
knew  Sadie  had  set  that  date. — Bantu  m 
Herald. 

Customer  (missitig  his  favorite  waiter) — 
Where's  Charles  today?  Waiter — I'm  sorry". 
sir ;  but  'e's  gone.  Customer — Gone  !  Do 
you  mean  he's  defunct?  Waiter — Yes,  sir; 
an'  with  everything  'e  could  lay  'is  'ands  on. 
— The  Sketch. 

Mistress  (engaging  servant) — I  hope  you 
have  nice  print  dresses  and  I  expect  you  al- 
ways to  wear  caps.  Mary — Yes,  mum,  I'm 
very  particular  to  wear  caps.  I  shouldn't  like 
to  be  taken  for  one  of  the  family,  mum  \ — 
London   Opinion. 

"Golly,  but  I's  tired  !"  exclaimed  a  tall  and 
thin  negro,  meeting  a  short  and  stout  friend 
on  Washington  Street.  "What  you  been 
doin'  to  get  tired  ?"  demanded  the  other. 
"Well,"  explained  the  thin  one.  drawing  a 
deep  breath,  "over  to  Brother  Smith's  dey 
are  measurin'  de  house  for  some  new  carpets. 
Dey  haven't  got  no  yawdstick.  and  I's  jest 
ezactly  six  feet  tall.  So  to  oblige  Brother 
Smith,  I's  been  a-layin'  down  and  a-gettin' 
up  all  over  deir  house." — Youth's  Companion. 


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ALFRED   HOLMAN  -------  Editor 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  "Open  Shop"  for  the  Exposition — Campaign 
Contributions — The  Tragedy  of  Not  Stopping — The 
Canal  Law;  a  Protest — Miss  Addams  at  Chicago — 
Editorial    Notes     129-131 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR:     "Mr.  Knox's  Mission";   "It 

Being    a    Northern    Publication" 131 

THE   COSMOPOLITAN.     P,y   Sidney  G.    P.    Coryn 132 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    132 

IIAMMERSTEIN'S  GRAND  OPERA  PLANS:  "Flaneur" 
Writes  of  the  Project  to  Euild  a  Chain  of  Opera 
Houses 133 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 133 

THE  SCARRED   STEELHEAD:     When  Spinners  Claimed  a 

Victory  that  Flies  Could  Not  Win.       Ey  W.  J.  Weymouth         134 

MIDSUMMER  SHAKESPEARE:    A  Festival  of  Drama  and 

Folk-Dance  at  Stratford-on-Avon.      By  Henry  C.  Shelley        135 

OLD  FAVORITES:    "Gentle  Alice  Brown,"  by  W.  S.  Gilbert         135 

THE  HOME  OF  OMAR  KHAYYAM:  Professor  Jackson 
Tells  of  His  Travels  in  Transcaucasia  and  Northern 
Persia   136 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:     Critical  Notes — Briefer   Reviews — 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received.  ..  137-138 

DRAMA:     Wanting  What  You  Get.     By  George  L.  Shoals..        139 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 139 

VANITY  FAIR:  A  Boston  Man's  Complaint— The  Line  Be- 
fore the  Box-Office — Letters  to  Editors  and  the 
Woman's  Question — King  George  and  British  Taste  in 
Cheering  Drinks — Why  Policemen  Are  Not  Successful 
as  Gamblers    140 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             141 

THE   MERRY   MUSE 141 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             142 

THE    CITY    IX    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   143 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "The  Gate  of  the  East,"  by  Clinton 
Scollard;  "The  Lover  Thinks  of  His  Lady  in  the 
North,"    by    Shaemas    O    Sheel 143 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal   Wits  of  the   Day 144 


"Open  Shop"  for  the  Exposition. 

The  exposition  authorities  were  a  bit  slow  in  getting 
around  to  acceptance  of  the  lowest  bid  for  building  the 
projected  fence  around  the  Harbor  View  site,  but  it  is 
to  their  credit  that  when  they  did  finally  act  they  did 
the  right  thing.  The  point,  as  Argonaut  readers  know, 
was  of  some  moment.  The  lowest  bidder  was  B.  A. 
Stewart  of  Oakland,  a  responsible  man  who  conducts 
his  operations  on  the  open-shop  basis.  This  was  a  de- 
tail which  our  cowardly  and  contemptible  daily  press 
did  not  see  fit  to  exploit  in  the  reports.  Never- 
theless it  was  the  significant  fact.  It  means  much 
that  a  right  start  has  been  made,  for  if  Mr.  Stewart's 
bid  had  been  ignored  and  the  contract  for  the  fence 
given  by  preference  and  under  the  principle  of  dis- 
crimination to  a  closed-shop  bidder  whose  figures  were 
higher — and  there  were  those  who  counseled  this  course 
— it  would  have  sounded  the  death  knell  of  the  exposi- 
tion. For  there  are  generous  contributors  to  the  fair 
fund  who.  in  resentment  against  discrimination  against 
the  often  shop,  would  have  protested  payment  of  their 


subscriptions.  It  looks  as  if  the  exposition  managers 
in  a  quiet  way  had  resolved  upon  a  fixed  policy  of  fair 
dealing,  for  we  read  in  the  Los  Angeles  Times  that  the 
Merchants'  and  Manufacturers'  Association  of  that  city 
has  upon  inquiry  been  advised  that  no  discrimination 
will  be  observed  against  any  contractor,  whatever  his 
location  or  attitude  on  the  question  of  the  open  shop. 
"The  rule,"  declares  the  Times  in  a  paragraph  con- 
gratulatory to  San  Francisco,  "is  strictly  that  of 
economy  and  efficiency,  the  best  bid  to  get  the  award  in 
each  case,  no  matter  who  makes  it.  The  letting  of  the 
contract  to  Stewart  in  competition  with  practically 
every  union  shop  in  San  Francisco  is  taken  to  mean 
that  this  programme  will  be  carried  out."  Strange  that 
our  fearless  and  efficient  San  Francisco  daily  press 
should  have  failed  to  report  this  fact,  leaving  San 
Franciscans  to  find  it  out  through  Los  Angeles  publi- 
cations. The  Times  concludes  its  comment  with  the 
following  remark:  "Local  builders  are  highly  pleased 
at  the  award  and  state  that,  in  their  opinion,  a  liberal 
percentage  of  the  big  structural  jobs  for  the  fair  Will 
now  come  to  this  city;  this  by  reason  of  the  advan- 
tages enjoyed  by  non-union  firms  over  those  under  the 
domination  of  the  'card.'  " 


Campaign  Contributions. 

The  most  interesting,  probably  the  most  important, 
question  before  the  American  people  today  relates  to 
contributions  of  money  for  political  purposes.  Our 
system  calls  for  an  immense  amount  of  work — work 
which  somebody  must  do  gratis  or  be  paid  for  in  one 
way  or  another.  The  theory  is  that  it  will  be  done 
gratis;  that  enthusiasm  for  liberty  will  inspire  among 
citizens  those  varied  forms  of  vigilance  and  energy- 
essential  to  the  working  of  our  system. 

But  the  theory  fails  in  practice.  A  generation  to 
whom  liberty  with  security  under  law  has  come  by  in- 
heritance and  as  a  matter  of  course,  is  more  disposed 
to  attend  to  its  private  concerns  than  to  busy  itself 
with  public  affairs.  "Politics,"  far  from  being  a  uni- 
versal and  paramount  motive  among  citizens,  is  re- 
garded as  an  interest  apart,  and  everywhere  outside  of 
small  communities  is  abandoned  to  a  semi-professional 
class  more  controlled  by  love  of  the  "game"  and  hopes 
of  direct  profit  than  under  the  inspirations  of  patriotic 
sentiment.  To  this  class — to  the  "politicians" — the 
labors  of  politics  have  been  given  over.  It  is  they 
who  maintain  party  organizations  and  who  perform 
the  tremendous  labors  which  the  system  absolutely  de- 
mands. 

Very  early  it  became  the  habit  of  patriotic  citizens  to 
commute,  so  to  speak,  their  responsibilities  by  money 
contributions  for  party  or  other  political  purposes. 
When,  with  the  decline  of  the  sense  of  direct  and  per- 
sonal responsibility  on  the  part  of  the  average  citizen, 
this  resource  became  uncertain  and  inadequate,  the 
system  undertook  to  sustain  itself.  Office  with  its 
emoluments,  contracts  for  public  supplies — these  con- 
siderations came  with  the  growth  of  government  to  be 
important.  The  honors  and  emoluments  of  political 
domination — otherwise  the  "spoils  of  victory" — sus- 
tained party  activities.  They  paid  for  the  labors  which 
the  system  required. 

At  a  later  time  government,  seeking  by  economic  reg- 
ulations, both  promotive  and  restrictive,  to  sustain  the 
general  welfare,  provided  a  new  resource  for  political 
activities.  "Interests"  found  their  advantage  in  con- 
tributing to  party  activities;  and  then  began  an  era  of 
large  contributions  to  this  or  that  party  or  group  of 
politicians  to  the  end  of  promoting  or  restraining  poli- 
cies in  government.  Interests,  placing  their  hopes  in 
certain  individuals,  aided  and  promoted  them  in  their 
purposes. 

And  so  there  grew  up,  especially  in  national  affairs, 
a  vast  scheme  of  political  exploitation,  in  part 
sustained  by  patriotic  feeling  and  economic  sentiment, 
but  more  largely  by  contributions  of  money  on  the 
part  of  those  who  had  something  to  hope  for  through 


the  policies  of  government.  Politics  became  a  profes- 
sion of  abundant  resources.  Its  means  included  the 
"spoils"  of  success,  the  contributions  of  patriotic  per- 
sons, and  the  scarcely  concealed  bribes  of  interests 
great  and  small. 

It  was  a  case  where  everybody  did  it.  All  the  par- 
ties got  money  wherever  they  could.  The  campaign 
chest  of  every  candidate  for  the  presidency  since  the 
Civil  War  has  in  one  measure  or  another  been  sup- 
plied by  "interests"  hoping  to  benefit  through  certain 
policies  of  government.  The  Republican  party  being 
for  many  years  the  dominant  party  has  been  most 
favored  in  recent  times,  though  the  Democratic  party 
has  had  its  share.  Many  interests  have  regularly  con- 
tributed to  both  parties,  hoping  to  have  friends  at  court 
however  success  might  fall.  The  utter  selfishness  and 
sordidness  of  "interests"  in  politics  was  once  illus- 
trated by  the  testimony  of  the  late  Jay  Gould  before  a 
New  York  legislative  committee.  "I  am,"  said  Mr. 
Gould,  "a  Republican  in  Republican  counties,  and  a 
Democrat  in  Democratic  counties;  but  I  am  an  Erie 
man  all  the  time."  This  has  been  the  principle  largely 
dominating  political  contributions  for  a  long  period. 
Now  and  again  there  may  have  been  contributions  from 
disinterested  and  patriotic  motives.  But  in  the  main, 
money  has  been  provided  for  political  purposes  to  the 
end  that  those  who  put  up  the  money  should  in  one 
way  or  another  get  some  benefit  from  it. 

It  is  idle  for  one  party  to  arraign  the  other  for 
this  practice.  All  parties  have  had  their  share  in  it, 
and  as  we  have  said,  all  candidates  have  found  suppon 
under  it.  Mr.  Roosevelt,  for  all  his  virtuous  pre- 
tensions, has  been  and  continues  to  be  a  beneficiary 
of  the  system  of  contributions  on  the  part  of  those  who 
for  more  or  less  selfish  reasons  have  desired  his  polit- 
ical success.  The  interests  contributed  to  the  campaign 
in  which  he  was  elected  a  member  of  the  New  York 
legislature.  The  interests  sustained  the  party  which 
controlled  the  government  in  the  periods  of  his  service 
as  a  minor  official  under  party  patronage.  The  inter- 
ests supplied  funds  for  Mr.  Roosevelt's  campaign  fot 
the  New  York  governorship  in  1898.  The  interests 
were  notoriously  provident  in  the  campaign  of  1900  in 
which  Roosevelt  was  elected  Vice-President.  Again  in 
1904,  when  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  a  candidate  for  the 
presidency  and  the  head  of  his  party,  the  interests  pro- 
vided campaign  money  in  enormous  sums.  Nor  was 
Mr.  Roosevelt  indifferent  to  the  matter.  He  personally 
chose  the  head  of  the  national  committee;  likewise  he 
personally  selected  the  treasurer.  And  when  in  the 
course  of  the  campaign  funds  were  shy  and  necessities 
great,  he  personally  solicited  contributions.  He  wrote 
to  the  late  Mr.  Harriman,  characterizing  himself  as  "a 
practical  man,"  and  demanded  from  him  a  quarter  of  a 
million  dollars — and  he  got  the  money.  At  another 
time  in  the  same  campaign  his  agents  accepted  from 
the  Standard  Oil  Company  the  sum  of  one  hundred  and 
twenty-five  thousand  dollars,  one  hundred  thousand  for 
the  national  fund  and  twenty-five  thousand  in  support 
of  the  Roosevelt  electors  in  Pennsylvania.  It  was  ex- 
pressly stipulated  by  the  Standard  Oil  managers  that 
Mr.  Roosevelt  should  be  fully  informed  of  this  contri- 
bution, the  obvious  motive  being  to  conciliate  his  per- 
sonal favor.  When,  later  on  in  the  campaign,  there 
need  for  more  money.  Mr.  Roosevelt's  agents  again 
applied  to  the  Standard  Oil  people  for  the  specific  sum 
of  one  hundred  and  fifty  thousand  dollars  with  the 
suggestion  that  it  would  be  "policy"  for  them  to  put  up 
the  money. 

Now  nobody  with  his  feet  on  firm  moral  ground  has 
ever  attempted  to  justify  this  system  of  political  pro- 
motion. But  in  consideration  of  its  being  a  system 
long  established  and  openly  sustained,  it  was  not  stig- 
matized in  the  contemporary  mind  as  grossly  vicious. 
Future  generations  unquestionably  will  so  regard  it — 
will  read  with  surprise  and  shame  of  a  practice  dis- 
tinctly without  moral  justification.  Bui  nol  'heir 
day  seriously  discredited  political  leadei 


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dates  for  the  presidency,  because  of  interested  contri- 
butions to  their  campaign  chests. 

If  in  this  connection  discredit  attaches  to  Mr.  Roose- 
velt it  is  not  so  much  because  he  like  others  of  his  day 
accepted  and  even  solicited  campaign  contributions 
from  any  and  every  source,  as  because  now,  public 
opinion  having  grown  more  sensitive  on  the  moral 
point,  he  seeks  by  evasion  and  denial  to  escape  censure. 
I  f  candor  and  honesty  were  in  the  man  he  would 
frankly  admit  the  facts  and  plead  a  quickened  con- 
science. A  public  which  has  more  or  less  participated 
in  or  approved  the  system  would  easily  forgive  him. 
But  to  attempt  to  clean  up  a  bad  record  by  falsehood 
is  simply  to  pile  one  infamy  upon  another. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  denials  do  not  pretend  to  cover 
everything.  Even  so  adroit  a  liar  can  not  get  around 
the  Harriman  letter,  nor  destroy  the  receipts  held  by 
a  multitude  of  campaign  contributors.  But  he  makes 
a  stand  in  the  case  of  the  Standard  Oil  Company.  If 
that  company  contributed  to  his  fund  in  1904,  he  de- 
clares, he  did  not  know  it.  He  in  his  innocence  was 
deceived  by  Mr.  Cortelyou,  by  Mr.  Bliss,  and  by  those 
bad  men,  Archbold  the  oil  magnate  and  Penrose  the 
politician.  He  even  has  copies  of  letters  to  show  that 
he  objected  to  contributions  by  the  Standard  Oil  Com- 
pany— letters  of  his  own  manufacture  which  assume  to 
have  been  written  after  the  receipt  of  one  contribution 
and  prior  to  the  demand  for  another.  Of  course  the 
plea  is  ridiculous.  The  protest  is  bogus.  The  record, 
says  a  maxim  of  law,  is  the  best  evidence;  and  in  this 
case  the  record  shows  that  Mr.  Roosevelt's  agents  in 
the  campaign  of  1904  received  one  hundred  and  twenty- 
five  thousand  dollars — in  currency — from  the  Standard 
Oil  Company,  and  a  little  later  on  asked  for  another 
contribution  of  one  hundred  and  fifty  thousand  dollars. 

And,  after  all,  what  matters  it?  Suppose  Mr.  Roose- 
velt was  in  fact  deceived  by  his  agents;  suppose  he  did 
advise  them  to  decline  the  contribution  of  the  Standard 
Oil  Company — again  what  matters  it?  Where  is  he 
the  moral  gainer  in  declining  one  contribution  while 
demanding  others  from  similar  sources — as  specifically 
in  the  case  of  Mr.  Harriman?  Bosh  on  the  whole 
business !  Even  Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  showing,  false  as 
it  is  proved  to  be  by  the  record  and  by  other  testimony. 
does  not  give  him  a  clean  bill  of  moral  health. 

But  why  should  Mr.  Roosevelt  waste  words  over  an 
incident  eight  years  past  in  view  of  what  is  happening 
right  now?  Why  grow  furious  over  by-gones  in 
the  face  of  immediate  events?  The  public  will 
readily  forgive  whatever  was  amiss,  judged  by  the 
moral  standpoint  of  today,  in  the  campaign  record  of 
1904.  What  the  public  would  like  to  have  now  from  Mr. 
Roosevelt  is  a  statement  of  where  his  present  campaign 
funds  are  coming  from.  Who  supplied  the  million  dol- 
lars or  more  expended  in  his  effort  to  get  himself  nomi- 
nated by  the  Republican  convention  in  June?  Who  is 
supplying  the  money  now  being  expended  to  organize 
the  Bull  Moose  movement?  Upon  whom  is  Mr.  Roose- 
velt depending  for  funds  to  sustain  the  campaign  imme- 
diately ahead  and  already  planned  upon  a  scale  of  vast 
expense?  These  questions  are  vital,  and  they  ought  to 
be  answered.  And  before  this  campaign  is  over  they 
wiil  have  to  be  answered. 


The  Tragedy  of  Not  Stopping. 
In  the  American  Magazine  for  September  there  is  a 
careful  account  of  the  Chicago  and  Baltimore  conven- 
by  Rollin  Kirby.  Among  other  things  we  find 
ibis  paragraph  descriptive  of  the  oratory  of  an  un- 
named Califomian.  Can  anybody  supply  the  missing 
name  ? 

Another   defender   of   the    principles   of    Democracy    was    a 
young  person  from  California,  who  by  virtue  of  his  many  ex- 
cellences is  an  officer  of  an  organization  known  as  the  Order 
lie    was    the    happy    possessor    of    a    voice    that 
could  be  heard   for  half  a  mile  at  sea.     Because   of  the  ex- 
traordinary noise  issuing  from  him.  this  champion  caught  the 
attention  of  the  crowd  and  held  it  while  he  was  saying  every- 
thing of  any  interest  he  had  to  say,  which  was  not  long.     Un- 
fortunately  for  him,  having  concluded  his  speech,  he  fell   a 
victim  to  a  common  and  fatal  disease  of  convention  orators. 
He  couldn't  stop.     He  couldn't  back  off  the  stage.     His  ora- 
torical    leys    got    crossed    and    refused    to    carry    him    out    of 
r.      Xo     crowd     is     as    quick    or    as     merciless     as    a 
conventi    n   audience  in  detecting  the  approach   of  such   a  pre- 
dicament  and   hastening    it.     A    great    wave   of  gayety    swept 
over   the  house.     The   orator    seemed   perfectly   amazed   at   the 
Midden   change    in    the    temper    of    the   convention.     A    second 
they    were   applauding   him.     Now    they    were   laughing 
at  him.     Tl  e  sweat  began  to  roll  down  his  cheeks  and  melt 
his  collar  to  a  pulp.     He  raised  his  hands   in   prayer  to   the 
crowd.     Hr  implored  them  to  he  silent  while  he  assured  them 
f    California    and    his    own    loyalty    to    the 
They  only  laughed  the  more.     Eventually,  find- 
voice    was    lost    in    the    tumult,    he    inflated    his 


cheeks  and  tried  to  pop  out  his  speech,  word  by  word,  like 
the  cork  in  a  pop-gun.  This  device  almost  broke  up  the  con- 
vention in  a  delirium  of  happiness.  In  the  end  he  retreated 
unheard.  The  picture  of  this  miserable  man  will  not  soon 
pass  from  memory,  as  "rising,  falling,  hoping,  despairing," 
he  was  swept  from  the  stage.  He  took  the  platform  a  num- 
ber of  times  afterward,  for  these  bad  speakers  are  dauntless, 
hut  every'  time  he  appeared  he  was  welcomed  with  such 
shrieks  of  gayety  that  not  even  the  chairman  ever  knew  what 
were  the  vast  thoughts  he  sought  to   deliver. 


The  Canal  Law— A  Protest. 

The  Canal  Bill  has  been  signed  by  the  President  and 
is  now  the  law  of  the  land.  Comment  upon  it  therefore 
is  practically  out  of  date,  worth  while  only  as  an  oppor- 
tunity for  the  assertion  of  fundamental  principles  and 
as  setting  a  mark  to  which  "policy"  must  ultimately 
come  if  ever  we  are  to  deal  honorably  with  others  and 
upon  common-sense  and  equitable  considerations  as  be- 
tween ourselves.  This  law  has  been  created  almost  with- 
out public  discussion,  if  we  except  assertions  obviously 
biased  and  partial,  made  in  behalf  of  "the  people"  by 
certain  members  of  Congress,  including  our  own  Joe 
Knowland,  always  intensely  sensitive  with  respect  to 
anything  in  which  there  are  involved  the  potentialities 
of  personal  politics.  The  thing  has  "gone  through"  be- 
cause, excepting  for  two  protesting  voices  in  the  Senate, 
none  of  our  statesmen  have  had  the  candor  or  the  intel- 
ligence to  discuss  the  matter  in  all  its  bearings  and  to 
proceed  under  the  guidance  of  principle  as  distinct  from 
presumptions  of  what  will  "please  the  people."  Dis- 
cussion now,  we  repeat,  is  practically  futile,  yet  we 
think  somebody  ought  in  consideration  of  the  record 
and  in  respect  of  common  sense  and  common  equity  to 
file  a  protest.  So  the  Argonaut,  in  pursuance  of  its 
habit  of  speaking  its  mind,  whether  it  falls  in  with  the 
popular  mood  or  not,  will  say  its  say  about  it. 

Away  back  in  1850  the  United  States  entered  into 
an  agreement  with  Great  Britain  declaring  that  "nei- 
ther the  one  nor  the  other  will  ever  obtain  or  maintain 
for  itself  any  exclusive  control  over  the  said  ship 
canal,"  etc.  Fifty-one  years  later,  in  the  year  1901. 
we  asked  Great  Britain  for  a  modification  of  this  treaty, 
then  having  in  prospect  the  purchase  of  the  rights  of 
the  French  company  at  the  Isthmus  and  the  construc- 
tion of  the  canal  on  our  own  account.  After  much 
friendly  diplomatic  give-and-take.  Great  Britain  con- 
sented to  cancellation  of  the  old  treaty  for  a  new  one 
containing  this  clause: 

The  canal  shall  be  free  and  open  to  the  vessels  of  com- 
merce and  of  war  of  all  nations  observing  these  rules  on 
terms  of  entire  equality,  so  that  there  shall  be  no  discrimina- 
tion against  any  such  nation  or  its  citizens  or  subjects  in 
respect  to  the  conditions  or  charges  of  traffic  or  otherwise. 
Such  conditions  and  charges  of  traffic  shall  be  just  and  equi- 
table. 

The  price  of  England's  concession  of  her  equal  right 
with  us  in  any  Isthmian  canal  was  the  pledge  abovi 
quoted  that  the  canal  "shall  be  free  and  open  to 
the  vessels  of  commerce  and  war"  and  "that  there 
shall  be  no  discrimination"  against  any  "nation  or 
its  citizens  or  subjects  in  respect  to  the  condi- 
tions or  charges  of  traffic  or  otherwise."  There 
can  be  but  one  honest  construction  of  this  pledge.  It 
promises  absolute  equality  with  respect  to  conditions 
and  charges  to  all  comers.  But  in  the  law  just  enacted 
by  Congress  and  approved  by  the  President  the  promise 
is  ignored.  It  is  distinctly  an  act  of  bad  faith,  and 
Great  Britain  is  entirely  right  in  protesting  against  it. 
The  quibble  that  the  discrimination  made  in  the  bill 
relates  only  to  American  commerce  is  for  that  plea 
none  the  less  a  quibble.  Great  Britain,  looking  to  the 
long  future  of  commerce,  may  well  assume  that  time 
may  make  even  our  domestic  regulations  proper  matter 
of  concern  to  her.  And  in  any  event  she  has  the  right 
to  insist  that  we  maintain  our  pledge  in  spirit  and  in 
letter.  By  ignoring  this  pledge  we  have  placed  our- 
selves in  a  wrong  position.  We  have  sacrificed  some- 
thing— we  fear  much — of  the  moral  character  which 
has  been  a  traditional  American  boast.  And  time  will 
come  when  we  shall  rue  the  day  when  this  wrong  was 
done.  Time  will  come  when  we  shall  tender  our  good 
faith  to  Great  Britain  or  some  other  country  to  have 
it  flung  into  our  face  that  our  solemn  promises  are 
worthless. 

There  is  another  aspect  of  this  canal  law  which  needs 
to  be  discussed — the  closing  of  the  canal  against  so- 
called  "railroad-owned  ships."  All  American  ships  in 
international  trade  with  one  or  two  possible  exceptions 
are  owned  by  railroad  companies.  For  example,  the 
American  ships  sailing  from  Pacific  Coast  ports  for  the 
Orient  belong  to  the  Xorthern  Pacific,  the  Great 
Northern,  or  the  Southern  Pacific  railroads.  Likewise 
the   British    ships   sailing   from   British   Columbia   ports 


are  owned  by  the  Canadian  Pacific  Railroad  Company. 
In  all  these  cases  the  steamship  lines  are  practical  ex- 
tensions of  the  rail  lines,  necessary  under  the  re- 
quirement of  providing  continuous  transportation 
over  routes  part  continental  and  part  ocean.  If 
these  steamship  lines  did  not  exist  the  trade  of 
the  Orient  would  go  the  other  way  round — not  to 
the  United  States  or  Canada,  but  to  Europe.  Speak- 
ing broadly,  it  would  be  lost  to  the  United  States. 
The  railroads,  we  suspect,  would  have  been  glad 
at  any  time,  would  be  glad  now,  if  some  inde- 
pendent agency  would  maintain  the  ocean  service.  But 
nobody  has  done  it — excepting  the  Japanese  in  a  limited 
way — so  they  themselves  have  found  it  necessary  to 
supply  water  carriage.  Xow  to  close  the  canal  against 
these  ships  if  they  shall  wish  to  use  it  is  a  distinct  in- 
fringement of  the  broad  rights  of  commerce,  and  a 
distinct  hardship  to  citizens  who  at  the  hazard  of  great 
investments  and  large  responsibility  have  established 
and  mantained,  even  at  a  loss,  the  transocean  service. 

There  is  another  aspect  of  the  matter.  To  bar 
"railroad-owned  ships"  from  the  canal  under  any  and 
all  conditions  and  at  the  same  time  to  allow  other  ships 
to  use  the  canal  free  of  tolls  is  to  discriminate 
doubly  against  the  railroads  of  the  country.  It  be- 
stows upon  water  carriage,  in  competition  with  trans- 
continental rail  carriage,  a  very  considerable  bounty. 
In  effect  it  puts  the  government  behind  one  system  of 
transportation  in  its  competition  with  another  system. 
To  sum  the  matter  up,  we  have  (a)  exclusion  from  the 
canal  of  ships  owned  by  some  citizens  with  (b)  sub- 
sidization of  ships  owned  by  other  citizens,  and  (c) 
the  practical  bestowal  of  a  governmental  bounty  upon 
relatively  cheap  water  carriage  as  against  relatively 
dear  land  carriage.  This  is  discrimination  in  a  'very 
bald  form.  It  becomes  especially  bald  in  view  of  the 
fact  that  all  citizens  have  been  taxed  to  create  the 
canal.  We  can  easily  imagine  the  sense  of  injustice 
felt  by  one  who  through  the  taxing  process  has  con- 
tributed to  the  making  of  this  canal,  but  who  neverthe- 
less finds  its  gates  shut  against  his  ship  for  no  other 
reason  than  that  he  is  the  owner  of  it. 

We  do  not  mean  to  ignore  the  nominal  purpose  of 
this  discrimination — that  of  preventing  the  railroads 
from  nullifying  the  value  of  the  canal  as  an  instru- 
mentality of  commerce.  We  are  entirely  in  sympathy 
with  this  purpose.  Objection  is  not  to  the  protection 
of  commerce  against  injurious  combinations,  but  to  the 
methods  by  which  it  is  sought  to  bring  it  about.  Even 
in  the  doing  of  things  plainly  right  there  are  forms  of 
procedure  plainly  wrong — and  this  we  submit  is  one  of 
them.  It  is  wrong  fundamentally  because  it  discrimi- 
nates against  a  particular  class  of  citizens.  It  is  a  case 
of  conviction  and  punishment,  not  for  wrongdoing, 
but  in  advance  of  wrongdoing,  and  upon  presumptions 
in  themselves  offensive  and  insulting. 

The  canal  is  a  highway  created  out  of  funds  to  which 
all  have  contributed  through  taxation.     It  ought  to  be 
open  to  all  comers,  precisely  like  a  state  road  or  a  mu- 
nicipal street.     If  under  this  condition  there  is  abuse  of 
privilege    against    the  public   interest,  then  legislation 
should  address  itself  to  correction  of  the  abuse.     The 
law  should  be  addressed  to  the  remedy  of  wrongdoini,- 
not    to    the    penalization     of    a    particular    kind    • 
enterprise   and   of   a    particular    class   of   citizens, 
further   element    in   the   general    impropriety    involved 
in  the  new  law  relates  to  its  practical  futility.     Do   - 
anvbody  question  the  practical  possibility  of  the  rail- 
roads making  such  arrangements  under  the  law  as  will 
nullify  its  powers  as  connected  with  the  cooperation  (■■ 
land  and  ocean  systems  of  transportation?     And  in  the 
easilv    conceived    case   of   evasion    of   the   law    is   noi 
the  law  itself  more  likely  than  otherwise  to  obstruct  tb? 
verv   purposes   which   have   prompted    its    enactment." 
Does  anybody  of  common  observation  doubt  that  tl 
railroads  will,  in  fact,  find  ways  of  nullifying  the  la- 
in its  restrictive  phases:  or  that  in  so  doing  they  \vi 
find  their  surest  protection  in  the  law  itself? 

As  we  said  at  the  beginning,  these,  considerations  am 
arguments  are  rendered  obsolete  by  the  events  of  tin 
past  few  weeks.  The  bill  has  been  passed  by  Congress 
and  signed  by  the  President.  It  is  now  the  law  of  the 
land.  But  it  is  right  that  it  should  be  declared  (1) 
a  crime  against  a  treaty  solemnly  "ntered  into;  (2)  a 
possible  imposition  upon  American  ships  engaged  in 
foreign  trade;  (3)  a  discrimination  against  one  class 
of  citizens  as  against  others;  (4)  a  concealed  subsidy 
of  one  system  of  transportation  as  against  others;  (5) 
a  denial  of  fundamental  rights  guaranteed  by  the  Con- 
stitution; (6)  a  practical  futility,  and  probably  a  stum- 
Idins,  1 . i , , . - 1-  in  the  way  of  legitimate  efforts  to  s.    r     u- 


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late  water  transportation  as  to  prevent  its  improper  co- 
operation   with  land  transportation. 

We  venture  to  discuss  this  question  with  entire  can- 
dor, even  though  we  know  that  there  will  be  dema- 
gogues and  politicians  and  sinister  minds  who  will 
possibly  misconceive  and  surely  misrepresent  the  mo- 
tives which  prompt  it. 


Miss  Addams  at  Chicago. 
Miss  Jane  Addams,  sitting  with  closed  eyes,  rapt  and 
ecstatic,  at  the  Chicago  convention  must  have  been  a 
sight  in  which  the  pathetic  and  the  absurd  struggled  for 
mastery.  Human  faith  and  enthusiasm  are  always  edi- 
fying spectacles,  even  when  they  degenerate,  as  they 
usually  do,  into  credulity  and  emotionalism,  and  cre- 
dulity and  emotionalism  may  be  described  as  Miss 
Addams's  long  suit  if  we  may  be  allowed  the  use  of 
so  worldly  an  expression.  Miss  Addams  seems  to  have 
regarded  the  Rooseveltian  platform  as  the  culmination 
of  her  life's  work,  the  final  fruition  of  all  her  beneficent 
dreams.  Indeed  she  says  as  much,  and  we  can  only 
marvel  at  the  faith  that  is  still  able  to  invest  a  political 
platform,  and  a  particularly  raw  and  sordid  one,  with 
all  the  sanctities  of  a  divine  revelation.  Even  Mr. 
Roosevelt  must  have  smiled  at  the  sight  of  Miss 
Addams,  with  the  bait — all  of  it — in  her  mouth.  It 
was  undeniably  good  fishing. 

Miss  Addams  would  have  been  better  advised  had 
she  contented  herself  with  looking  ecstatic,  but  she  felt 
impelled  to  give  her  reasons  and  her  speech  betrayed 
her.  Her  rhapsody  for  the  Rooseveltian  platform  is 
due,  it  seems,  to  its  espousal  of  so  many  things  for 
which  she  has  been  fighting  for  a  decade.  Among 
these  are  the  regulation  of  child  labor,  the  protection 
of  women,  and  all  the  other  features  of  the  programme 
usually  associated  with  Hull  House,  some  of  them  good, 
some  of  them  merely  sentimental,  and  some  of  them 
unqualifiedly  bad  from  the  legislative  or  coercive  point 
of  view-.  Xow  does  Miss  Addams  actually  believe  that 
her  philanthropic  work  in  Illinois  would,  or  conceivably 
could,  be  advantaged  by  the  election  of  Mr.  Roosevelt? 
Does  she  suppose  that  the  life  of  a  single  factory  girl, 
of  a  solitary  servant  or  shop  assistant  in  Chicago  could 
be  benefited  by  a  Roosevelt  victory?  Heaven  forbid 
that  we  should  place  any  limit  upon  Miss  Addams's 
credulity  except  the  limit  imposed  by  ordinary  human 
sanity,  and  yet  Miss  Addams  seems  to  have  summoned 
before  her  closed  eyes  a  delightful  vista  of  children's 
playgrounds,  recreation  rooms  for  the  young,  high 
wages,  short  hours,  and  a  general  earthly  Providence, 
all  of  it  foreshadowed  by  the  Roosevelt  platform,  all 
of  it  guaranteed  by  the  Roosevelt  victory.  But  Miss 
Addams,  when  not  entranced,  when  in  her  normal  men- 
tal state,  must  surely  be  aware  that  practically  every 
item  of  her  Hull  House  programme  is  a  matter  for 
state  legislation,  if  for  legislation  at  all,  and  is  no  more 
influenced  by  the  White  House  than  by  Westminster 
Abbey.  Surely  she  must  know  that  the  lot  of  the 
working  woman  can  not  be  changed  one  hair's  breadth 
by  a  national  election,  unless  indeed  we  are  to  inaugu- 
rate an  entirely  centralized  government  with  legislation 
by  edict  from  Washington. 

But  there  is  another  point  upon  which  it  would  be 
well  for  Miss  Addams  to  reflect  when  she  shall  have 
recovered  her  poise.  There  have  been  many  to  ques- 
tion her  judgment,  but  no  one  has  questioned  her  sin- 
cerity. Within  certain  limitations  and  after  certain  de- 
ductions she  has  made  herself  an  authority  upon  many 
questions  of  social  reform,  and  her  work  in  Illinois 
has  been  practical  and  beneficent.  When  she  speaks 
for  the  factory  girl  who  needs  wholesome  amusements 
or  for  the  school  child  who  needs  play  and  drill  she 
commands  general  respect,  and  people  of  good-will 
everywhere  hasten  to  applaud  and  help.  But  will  it  be 
so  to  quite  the  same  extent  in  the  future,  now  that 
Miss  Addams  has  affixed  a  glaring  political  label  to 
her  philanthropies?  Will  it  be  a  good  thing  for  those 
philanthropies  that  those  who  are  anxious  to  aid  should 
find  them  identified  with  the  blare  of  political  ambi- 
tions, and  that  an  interest  in,  let  us  say.  recreation 
rooms  for  girls,  should  be  assumed  to  imply,  however 
vaguely,  a  vote  for  Roosevelt?  Miss  Addams  has  ap- 
peared before  legislatures  again  and  again  to  plead  for 
her  projects  anu-she  has  been  received  invariably  with 
respect  and  sympathy.  Political  discords  die  away  at 
the  approach  of  charity  and  virtue  is  not  an  affair  of 
party.  But  if  charity  and  virtue  are  to  be  identified 
with  Mr.  Roosevelt,  if  a  plea  for  philanthropy  means 
also  a  plea  for  the  Bull -Moose,  then  legislatures  and 
public  bodies  may  be  excused  if  they  look  askance  upon 
Miss  Addams  and  with  suspicion  upon  her  programme. 


So  we  can  hardly  admit  that  Miss  Addams  has  bet- 
tered her  philanthropic  status  by  her  seat  at  the  Chi- 
cago convention.  Indeed  she  has  worsened  it  immeas- 
urably. She  has  abandoned  the  substance  for  the 
shadow.  Exulting  in  her  dignities  as  a  delegate — dig- 
nities that  any  one  might  have  for  the  asking — she  has 
stripped  herself  of  her  real  authorities  and  she  has 
lowered  her  philanthropic  activities  to  the  level  of  local 
committees  for  Mr.  Roosevelt. 


Editorial  Notes. 
It  is  announced  from  Chicago  that  the  Bull  Moose 
campaign  will  in  its  details  be  directly  under  the  hand 
of  Mr.  Roosevelt  and  that  he  will  act  through  several 
"vice-chairmen."  George  W.  Perkins  of  Morgan  & 
Co.  and  friend  of  the  people,  president  of  the  Har- 
vester Trust  and  foe  of  corporations,  will  be  in  charge 
of  the  New  York  headquarters.  John  M.  Parker  will 
manage  the  Southern  campaign  from  New  Orleans. 
Meyer  Lissner  will  be  stationed  at  San  Francisco.  Mr. 
Lissner  is  now  chairman  of  the  Republican  State  Com- 
mittee of  California,  member-elect  of  the  National  Re- 
publican Committee  for  California,  member  of  the  Bull 
Moose  National  Committee  for  California,  chairman 
for  the  Bull  Moose  State  Committee  for  California, 
campaign  manager  for  the  Bull  Moose  party  for  Cali- 
fornia and  the  Pacific  States.  Mr.  Lissner  sees  noth- 
ing inconsistent,  nothing  dishonorable  in  this  associa- 
tion of  offices  and  functions — which  makes  it  easy  to 
understand  why  Mr.  Lissner  was  so  eminently  success- 
ful in  his  high  financial  operations  at  Los  Angeles. 
Mr.  Lissner  ought  to  be  a  success  in  any  business 
whose  primary  requisite  is  a  brutal  insensibility  to  the 
considerations  commanding  respect  among  gentlemen. 
We  again  commend  to  Mr.  Lissner  the  very  definitely 
declared  opinions  of  Senator  Works  with  respect  to  a 
man  who  retains  office  in  a  political  party  for  the  sake 
of  betraying  it.  

The  Argonaut  does  not  know  Mr.  Connick,  who  ap- 
pears to  be  an  important  instrument  in  administering 
the  physical  operations  preliminary  to  the  exposition. 
But  it  does  know  that  Mr.  Connick  has  for  a  long 
time  been  connected  with  municipal  works  and  that  he 
has  had  a  long  and  all-round  training  in  city  hall 
methods,  including  deference  to  political  influence  and 
subservience  to  the  scheme  of  things  dictated  by  trade- 
unionism.  It  knows  further  that  Mr.  Connick  was  the 
chief  constructor  of  the  Twin  Peaks  reservoir,  which 
has  turned  out  a  flat  failure,  and  that  he  is  more  or 
less  responsible  for  many  blunders  in  the  building  of 
the  salt-water  distributing  system.  We  have  no  feeling 
about  Mr.  Connick  one  way  or  the  other,  but — the  con- 
struction of  the  exposition  buildings  is  a  colossal  task. 
It  calls  for  high  technical  ability,  positive  administra- 
tive force,  and  high  personal  character.  The  engineer 
who  represents  the  management  in  this  great  work 
ought  to  be  like  Caesar's  wife.  He  ought  to  be  above 
any  possible  question  at  any  point  of  his  individual 
qualification.  He  ought  to  be  a  man  like  Colonel 
Goethals,  Virgil  B'ogue,  or  William  Hood — a  man  abso- 
lutely and  obviously  above  suspicion,  a  man  associated 
with  achievement  and  success.  These  reflections  are 
respectfully  referred  to  the  exposition  management. 


Walter  F.  Brown,  late  chairman  of  the  State  Repub- 
lican Committee  of  Ohio,  having  been  beaten  in  an 
attempt  to  foist  a  preferred  candidate  for  governor 
upon  the  State  Republican  Convention,  resigned  his 
chairmanship.  Likewise  Mr.  Brown — being  a  man 
with  a  decent  sense  of  personal  honor  and  in  that  re- 
spect vastly  superior  to  a  certain  crafty  California 
politician  recruited  to  the  cause  of  reform  from 
the  loan-sharking  and  pawn-brokering  business  at 
Los  Angeles — has  resigned  his  membership  for  Ohio 
in  the  Republican  National  Committee.  Mr.  Paul 
Clagstone.  having  been  defeated  for  the  governor- 
ship of  Idaho,  will  head  the  Roosevelt  ticket  in 
that  state.  Here  are  only  two  out  of  many  who. 
failing  of  preferment  in  the  Republican  party,  have 
gone  over  boots  and  breeches  to  the  Bull  Moosers. 
It  is  a  curious  fact  that  nearly  every  leading  man 
in  the  new  movement  is  disgruntled  about  some- 
thing— a  man  with  a  grouch.  Mr.  Roosevelt  himself 
illustrates  the  force  of  this  motive,  since  his  candi- 
dacy as  a  Bull  Mooser  is  a  direct  consequence  of  his 
failure  to  capture  the  nomination  at  Chicago.  Then 
there  is  Jimmie  Garfield,  who  wanted  to  be  a  member 
of  Taft's  Cabinet,  but  whose  advances  were  declined. 
And  there  is  Giffie  Pinchot.  who  was  kicked  out  of 
office  for  insubordination.  And  so  on  down  the  line. 
Find   three    Bull   Moosers  and   it   is   a  dead   sure   shot 


that  two  of  them  are  what  they  are  beca  .  of  disap- 
pointed hopes.  Poor  old  Or.  Pardee  represents  the 
principle  in  this  state,  while  up  in  Oregon  the  other 
day  the  grouchers  made  up  the  whole  Bull  Moose  con- 
ference. There  is  a  type  of  man  who  suffers  from  ail 
incurable  itch  for  public  place  and  recognition.  He  is 
a  sort  of  creature  in  whom  vanity  is  the  chief  mental 
ingredient.  Failing  to  get  office  of  sonic  kind,  be 
takes  up  with  any  old  chance  that  will  hring  him  even 
in  small  ways  into  the  limelight.  He  will  fish  for  in- 
vitations from  Sunday-schools,  from  improvement  as- 
sociations and  women's  clubs  to  make  what  he  calls 
"addresses."  Public  meetings  of  any  and  every  kind 
make  a  favorite  hunting  ground  for  his  ambition  to  sit 
on  the  platform  or  otherwise  get  into  public  notice.  A 
mania  for  distinction,  small  or  great,  seizes  and  pos- 
sesses him.  Nothing  removed  from  public  observation 
can  charm  or  satisfy  him.  And,  if  you  will  observe 
closely,  you  will  find  that  every  blessed  mother's  son  of 
this  type  is  a  Bull  Mooser.  They  flock  to  the  leader- 
ship of  Roosevelt  because  he  in  his  own  character  illus- 
trates their  own  qualities. 


Governor  West  of  Oregon  has  begun  a  crusade  whose 
avowed  purpose  is  to  make  Portland  a  "clean  town." 
His  plan  is  to  eliminate  all  habitations  and  agencies  of 
vice,  all  of  the  traps  set  for  human  weakness.  The 
purpose  does  more  honor  to  Governor  West's  heart 
than  to  his  head.  If  he  had  been  a  student  of  history 
or  an  observer  of  life  he  would  know  -that  the  thing 
he  proposes  is  impracticable  and  impossible.  If  we 
were  to  go  further  and  say  that  it  were  undesirable, 
the  remark  would  be  subject  to  misunderstanding,  and 
per  consequence,  to  misinterpretation.  But  every  man 
of  worldly  knowledge  and  of  common  sense  would  know- 
it  for  the  truth.  Vicious  agencies  do  not  exist  for 
their  own  inclinations ;  they  do  not  live  upon  their  own 
fat,  so  to  speak.  They  exist  because  there  is  a  de- ' 
mand  for  them,  a  demand  which  absolutely  will  not 
be  denied  and  which  is  more  safely  answered — more 
safely  to  the  virtuous  part  of  society — by  things  as 
they  are  than  by  any  other  known  means.  Portland 
will  not  be  made  virtuous  by  the  elimination  of  rum 
holes,  gambling  dens,  and  brothels.  Reform  in  Port- 
land— that  is,  true  reform — and  everywhere  else  must. 
if  it  is  to  come  at  all,  be  an  outgrowth  of  finer  sensi- 
bilities, of  better  motives  of  life,  of  higher  standards 
of  character.  There  is  always  room  for  conscientious 
work  along  the  lines  of  social  development,  and  by 
way  of  suggestion  we  commend  this  idea  to  Governor 
West.  But  his  campaign  for  a  "clean  city"  is  ill-con- 
ceived, quixotic,  absurd.  Better  men  than  Governor 
West,  stronger  forces  than  the  governorship  of  Ore- 
gon, have  attempted  this  sort  of  thing  before,  only  to 
find  disappointment  and  chagrin  in  the  sequel  of  their 
hopes. 

W.fc 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR. 


Mr.  Knox's  Mission. 

Chico,  August  26th. 
Editor  Argoxaut  :  It  may  be  untrue  that  the  Japanese  re- 
sent the  selection  of  Mr.  Knox  to  represent  America  at  the 
funeral  of  the  Mikado.  Xone  the  less  Mr.  Knox  ought  not  to 
have  been  chosen,  and  that  he  was  chosen  is  another  example 
of  the  left-handedness  that  usually  characterizes  our  efforts 
to  be  ceremonial.  Mr.  Knox  is  the  business  man  of  the 
country  in  its  dealings  with  other  nations.  He  is  identified 
with  what  has  been  called  the  dollar  diplomacy  and  he  has 
never  earned,  nor  probably  cared  to  earn,  a  reputation  for 
suavity,  sentiment,  or  the  finer  graces  of  life.  Our  repre- 
sentative at  a  great  national  funeral  should  have  been  some 
man  of  light  and  leading,  some  man  distinguished  for  the 
intellectual  attainments  that  are  not  associated  with  bu- 
With  no  disrespect  to  Mr.  Knox,  it  was  almost  an  act  of 
coarseness  to  send  him  to  the  funeral  of  the  Mikado,  and  it 
was  also  an  act  of  stupidity,  because  we  allowed  ourselves  to 
miss  the  chance  of  doing  a  graceful  thing  in  a  graceful   way. 

G.   T.  A. 


"It  Being  a  Northern  Publication." 

University     Cll'e. 

office  of   the   secretary. 

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subscription  expiring,  received.  We  advised  you  some  time 
ago  to  kindly  discontinue  sending  us  your  paper,  but  evidently 
no  attention  has  been  paid  to  our  request.  It  heing  a  northern 
publication  we  find  practically  none  of  our  members  read  it. 
Should  I  find  later  that  there  is  a  call  for  it,  we  will 
renew  our  subscription  at  that  time. 

Yours   very   truly, 

R.   I.  Howe,   Man; 


The  Japanese  never  use  the  appellation  Mikado  them- 
selves and  they  do  not  like  others  to  do  so.  Educated 
Japanese  speak  of  their  sovereign  as  "Shn< 
and  the  ordinary  folk  term  him  "Tenshisama." 
"Tanno"  is  the  title  used  in  all  official  documents,  and 
for  the   foreigner  the   most  correct    form   is   "Kotei" — 

that  is,  emperor. 

^*m- — 

An  automobile  anchor  is  one  of  the  inventions  needed. 
It  should  securely  fasten  a  motor-i 
the  owner  is  absent. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  31,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Lord  Morlej  has  a  word  to  say  on  behalf  of  the  literarj 
statesman.  It  is  a  "ridiculous  idea,''  he  says,  that  because  a 
man  knows  and  writes  books  he  can  not  know  human  nature, 
nor  have  the  habits  of  public  business.  He  goes  on  to  point 
out  that  rive  or  six  of  the  last  seven  prime  ministers  of  Eng- 
land have  written  distinctive  books  and  have  been  none  the 
worse  as  prime  ministers  upon  that  account,  and  naturally 
these  remarks  are  being  quoted  in  extenuation  of  Woodrow 
Wilsons  guilt  of  education  and  authorship.  But  Lord  Mor- 
ley  seems  to  be  under  some  confusion.  The  prejudice,  if  one 
exists,  is  not  against  the  statesman  who  has  written  books, 
but  against  the  statesman  who  has  taught  school.  There  is 
no  objection  to  knowledge,  but  there  is  objection  to  the  habits 
of  mind  usually  acquired  by  those  who  have  made  it  their 
business  to  impart  knowledge  to  others.  Habitual  and  au- 
thoritative contact 'with  immature  minds  is  not  conducive  to 
intellectual  tolerance,  and  the  status  of  the  mental  despot, 
essential  to  the  schoolmaster,  may  be  found  intolerable  by 
one's  peers.  There  is  a  certain  arrogance  that  adorns  the 
schoolmaster  but  disfigures  the  statesman,  and  there  is  a 
fear,  perhaps  not  wholly  unfounded,  that  the  pedagogue  who 
becomes  a  ruler  may  continue  to  be  a  pedagogue. 


A  certain  confusion  of  ideas  makes  itself  painfully  evident 
in  the  still  lingering  discussion  on  the  saving  of  life  at  sea 
and  the  precedence  that  should  properly  be  given  to  the  vari- 
ous classes  of  passengers.  Thus  we  find  a  lady  writing  to 
an  Eastern  newspaper  and  suggesting  that  the  "good  of  the 
state"  demands  that  priority  be  given  to  those  of  middle  age 
who  are  at  the  period  of  their  maximum  utility.  But,  adds 
this  sapient  lady,  such  a  plan  of  selection  would  be  so  dam- 
aging to  the  national  character  that  it  could  never  be  adopted 
in  a  Christian  country.  Now  it  would  seem  that  whatever 
is  for  the  good  of  the  state  must  be  good  also  for  the  national 
character,  and  that  it  would  be  impossible  to  benefit  the  state 
by  any  expedient  that  would  at  the  same  time  lower  its  moral 
sense.  How  is  it  possible  to  damage  the  national  character 
and  at  the  same  time  to  benefit  the  state?  We  might  as 
well  say  that  a  certain  drug  would  be  highly  advantageous  to 
the  sick  man,  but  as  it  would  kill  him  on  the  spot  it  had 
better  not  be  used.  

Mr.  W.  F.  Maclean,  a  prominent  member  of  the  Canadian 
Parliament,  writes  an  article  to  prove  that  America  must 
necessarily  be  involved  in  the  war  between  England  and 
Germany  that  he  believes  to  be  much  nearer  than  most  people 
suppose.  Germany,  says  Mr.  Maclean,  would  inevitably  in- 
vade England  and  would  then  strike  quickly  at  Canada.  Now 
Canada  is  protected  by  the  Monroe  Doctrine  just  as  thor- 
oughly as  the  smallest  South  American  republic  and  there- 
fore America  would  have  to  take  up  arms  at  once  to  repel  the 
German  invader.  "It  is,"  says  Mr.  Maclean,  "a  time  for 
thought,  maybe  for  prayer,  but  certainly  for  action.  What 
is  our  action  to  be?"  Not  being  a  Canadian  statesman  we 
may  say  frankly  that  we  do  not  know,  but  if  suggestions  are 
in  order  it  might  be  well  as  a  preliminary  step  to  muzzle  all 
public  men  who  create  an  attitude  of  general  expectation  by 
saying  that  this,  that,  or  the  other  calamity  is  inevitable  or 
imminent.  Nothing  is  inevitable  unless  it  be  a  continuance 
of  human  folly,  and  the  man  who  helps  to  sustain  a  state  of 
general  expectation  of  catastrophe  is  a  public  nuisance  and 
he  ought  to  be  abolished. 


The  Krupp  firm  is  one  hundred  years  old  and  it  has  prob- 
ably supplied  more  material  for  the  destruction  of  human 
life  than  any  other  agency  that  the  world  has  ever  known. 
But  what  a  philanthropic  institution  it  is!  Its  71,000  em- 
ployees are  housed  in  model  dwellings,  educated  in  model 
schools,  nursed  in  model  hospitals,  shepherded  from  the 
cradle  to  the  grave,  and  insured  against  all  the  ills  to  which 
the  flesh  is  heir.  And  yet,  curiously  enough,  there  have  been 
strikes  among  the  Krupp  employees,  and  socialism  is,  or  once 
was,  strong  enough  to  carry  the  district.  But  there  were 
provocative  causes  upon  that  occasion.  The  emperor  had 
just  visited  the  place  and  had  made  a  speech.  He  said  that 
to  vote  for  a  Socialist  was  to  commit  a  treason  to  the  state, 
so  we  can  hardly  wonder  that  his  auditors  immediately  did 
this  very  thing.  The  Krupp  establishment  belongs  to  a 
woman.  When  Friedrich  Alfred  Krupp  died  in  1902  he  left 
his  whole  fortune  to  his  daughter  Bertha,  and  although  she 
was  recently  married  she  is  said  to  be  the  animating  spirit 
of  the  human  hive  at  Essen. 


The  Khedive  of  Egypt  seems  to  be  a  man  of  some  mental 
attainments  and  it  is  a  pity  that  he  is  not  allowed  to  try  his 
hand  at  governing  his  own  country  free  from  foreign  super- 
vision. The  London  Daily  Chronicle  tells  us  that  during  the 
course  of  an  "audience  day"  it  frequently  happens  that  his 
highness  discusses  questions  of  state  with  the  British  and 
American  diplomatic  agents  in  faultless  English,  with  the 
French  representative  in  equally  perfect  French,  and  with  the 
<  ierman  in  German.  Later  he  will  conduct  all  affairs  with 
the  Sultan's  representative  in  Turkish,  then  preside  over  a 
council  of  his  ministry,  where  all  the  details  of  policy  are  dis- 
cussed in  Arabic.  And  at  night  he  will  be  at  the  theatre 
listening  in  opera  in  Italian.  A  knowledge  of  foreign  lan- 
guages is  a  part  of  the  modern  ruler's  equipment,  but  six 
langURges   is  a  liberal   acquirement. 


say  whether  the  prisoner  is  or  is  not  abnormal.  Beyond  tbat 
point  his  knowledge  ends  and  he  knows  no  more  than  the 
layman.  The  medical  profession,  says  Dr.  Ballet,  should  free 
it  sell  absolutely  from  the  reproach  of  pretending  to  know 
what  it  docs  not  and  can  not  know,  and  so  he  for  his  part 
will  henceforth  decline  to  answer  all  questions  involving  hu- 
man responsibility.  . 

Until  reading  an  article  in  the  London  Standard  we  were 
under  the  impression  that  there  were  no  ghosts  at  sea,  always 
of  course  with  the  exception  of  the  Flying  Dutchman.  But 
it  seems  that  there  are  several.  A  three-masted  frigate  is 
said  to  haunt  the  English  Channel  near  the  Ower  lightship, 
and  hundreds  of  people  believe  firmly  that  they  have  seen  the 
ghost  of  the  Eurydicc,  which  went  down  off  the  Isle  of  Wight 
in  1878  with  about  two  hundred  people  on  board.  In  fact 
the  ocean  appears  to  be  well  supplied  with  ghosts  if  we  may 
accept  the  formidable  list  offered  to  us  by  the  Standard. 


The  judicial    system    of    France    is    making    an    effort    to    free 

itself    from   some   of    the    worst    abuses   of    Oh-   alienist.     The 

leader   in   this   w<.rk   of   salutary   reform  is   Dr.   Gilbert    Ballet, 
himself    an    alienist    of    renown,    and    therefore    able    to    speak 
with   authority      s   in    what   the   insanity   expert   knows   or  only 
i  ■>.    the    latter    being    usually    in    a    large    majority.     The 
alienist,    says    Dr.    Ballet,    has   no    right    to    speak    as    to    a    pris- 
oner's   reSpor     billty.      He    knows    nothing    of    it     ami     h.is    no 
wing.      That    is  a    matter    tor    the   decision    of    the 
idge.       The    duty    of    the    medical     expert     is    lO 


The  French  government  will  be  well  advised  to  pass  the 
proposed  law  allowing  heirs  to  the  throne  and  their  near 
relatives  to  return  to  the  country.  The  exclusion  law  was 
passed  twenty-six  years  ago,  and  while  it  has  been  repeatedly 
broken  by  exiles  traveling  incognita  it  is  now  felt  tbat  the 
continuance  of  the  law  may  become  a  sign  of  weakness  rather 
than  of  strength.  Certainly  there  is  now  no  claimant  to  the 
French  throne  who  has  anything  to  gain  by  showing  him- 
self, or  who  can  count  a  personal  magnetism  or  attractiveness 
among  his  political  assets.  A  "king  over  the  water"  may 
easily  prove  dangerous  simply  because  he  is  over  the  water, 
while  a  king  close  at  hand  is  robbed  of  his  danger  simply 
by  the  familiarity  that  breeds  contempt.  No  one  will  deny 
that  France  may  one  day  overturn  the  republic,  but  this  will 
not  be  due  to  the  personal  charms  of  any  of  those  who  are 
now   willing  to   sacrifice   themselves   by   occupying  the   throne. 


The  chief  effect  in  England  of  the  hideous  disclosures 
from  the  rubber  fields  of  Peru  is  an  acrimonious  discussion 
as  to  whether  a  Catholic  or  a  Protestant  mission  should  be 
sent  to  "bind  up  the  broken-hearted."  What  the  Peruvian 
rubber  plantations  actually  need  seems  to  be  a  good  healthy 
gallows  with  some  impartial  authority  to  attend  to  the  sup- 
plies, which  should  be  liberal  and  continuous.  To  express 
surprise  at  the  awful  barbarities  inflicted  upon  the  natives  is 
due  either  to  ignorance  or  hypocrisy.  There  is  probably  no 
case  upon  record  where  the  unsupervised  white  man  has 
failed  to  act  in  just  this  way  toward  natives  who  are  minis- 
tering to  his  greed  for  wealth. 


Dr.  Alfred  Russell  Wallace  is  stirred  to  a  mighty  rage  by 
the  report  that  he  is  anxious  to  further  the  study  of  eu- 
genics. "Where,"  asks  Dr.  Wallace,  "have  I  advocated  any 
such  preposterous  theories?"  Never  by  word  or  deed  had  he 
given  the  slightest  countenance  to  such  quackery.  "Segre- 
gation of  the  unfit,"  he  adds.  "It  is  a  mere  excuse  for  estab- 
lishing a  medical  tyranny.  And  we  have  enough  of  this  kind 
of  tyranny  already.  Even  now  the  lunacy  laws  give  dan- 
gerous powers  to  the  medical  fraternity.  The  world  does 
not  want  the  eugenist  to  set  it  straight.  Give  the  people 
good  conditions,  improve  their  environment,  and  all  will  tend 
towards  the  highest  type.  Eugenics  is  simply  the  meddle- 
some interference  of  an  arrogant  scientific  priestcraft.  There 
are  no  really  bad  people ;  no  one  absolutely  beyond  reclaim. 
That  is  where  our  prison  system  is  all  wrong.  We  treat  our 
prisoners  as  though  they  were  utterly  bad.  There  are  none 
utterly  bad,  but  only  different  degrees  of  goodness." 


It  will  be  news  to  most  people  that  the  official  and  organ- 
ized claque  is  still  to  be  found  in  some  London  theatres. 
The  manager  of  the  Alhambra  has  just  stated  that  he  has 
cleared  it  away  from  his  particular  theatre,  but  that  the 
Alhambra  is  by  no  means  the  last  place  where  the  practice 
was  to  be  found.  He  says  that  there  is  still  one  or  two 
men  in  London  whose  business  it  is  to  form  claques,  large  or 
small,  as  desired,  and  in  all  parts  of  the  house.  These  men 
are  hired  by  authors,  solo  singers,  or  vaudeville  per- 
formers who  have  reasons  to  be  doubtful  of  their  reception, 
but  the  applause  from  the  claque  always  has  an  artificial 
sound  and  is  easily  recognized  by  the  regular  theatre-goer. 
Then  there  is  the  unofficial  claque,  made  up  of  the  friends  of 
some  performer,  who  buy  a  dozen  or  so  seats  in  various 
parts  of  the  theatre  and  "nurse"  the  applause  in  very  much 
the  same  way  that  the  congregated  dandies  in  the  stalls  will 
reward  some  favored  girl  in  musical  comedy.  The  unofficial 
claque  can  not,  of  course,  be  stopped  and  it  derives  a  certain 
amount  of  effectiveness  from  the  willingness  of  the  average 
man  to  be  guided  and  controlled.  It  need  hardly  be  said 
that  the  claque  is  to  be  found  in  full  force  outside  of  the 
theatre.  It  flourishes  in  politics  and  in  fact  in  every  depart- 
ment of  human  life  where  popularity  is  a  factor.  Man  is 
essentially  an  imitative  animal,  and  an  example  set  with  suf- 
ficient confidence  and  vigor  is  sure  to  be  followed. 


The  doctors  of  England  are  in  fierce  revolt  against  the 
national  insurance  act,  which  guarantees  medical  attendance 
for  the  masses  of  the  people  in  return  for  a  small  weekly 
payment.  Indeed  the  indignation  of  the  medicos  is  so  great 
that  a  strike  is  threatened,  and  now  there  is  a  general  specu- 
lation as  to  what  would  happen  if  pains  in  the  back  and  under 
the  pinafore  were  allowed  to  take  care  of  themselves  with- 
out either  medicines  or  operations.  It  is  sad  to  relate  that 
a  critic  of  some  public  prominence  writes  to  the  newspapers 
in  what  may  be  called  th  iod  job  too"  vein.  Let  the  doc- 
tors strike  by  all  means,  uays.  A  year's  abstention  from 
the  medicine  habit  might  convince  the  public  that  doctors  are 
unnecessary  luxuries.  Sidney  G.  P.  Corvn. 
«  •  *— 

The  making  of  tons  of  lead  pencils  in  Europe  has  de- 
pended on  the  imports  of  .  ^eri  -an  cedar.  A  firm  in 
in,  German  city  has  mad  a.udf  ^00  lead  pencils  a 
year  from  the  American  ceH    ".     It  "  '  that  over  600 

Inns  of  cedar  are  used  daily. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


Destroying  the  Old  Party. 
Senator  Works  of  California,  like  many  other  Republican 
progressives  who  can  not  accept  the  Republican  ticket  nomi- 
nated at  Chicago,  adopts  the  wiser  course  in  preferring  to 
support  Governor  Wilson  rather  than  encourage  the  formation 
of  the  new  Roosevelt  party.  A  Republican  can  pass  over  to 
the  other  side  for  one  election,  for  the  purpose  of  punishing 
his  own  party,  without  trying  to  destroy  that  party.  Having 
been  disciplined  enough,  as  he  believes,  and  sufficiently 
chastened  by  defeat,  he  can  pass  back  to  his  old  allegiance  and 
find  an  improved  instrument  of  government  awaiting  him. 
Independent  voting  has  been  based  largely  on  this  theory  for 
many  years.  The  attempt  by  Mr.  Roosevelt  to  form  a  new 
party,  however,  involves  an  effort  to  destroy  the  old  party 
root  and  branch,  for  the  new  party  could  never  assume  the 
position,  its  founder  designed  for  it  unless  it  replaced  its 
predecessor  as  thoroughly  as  the  Republican  party  did  the 
Whig  party,  or  as  completely  as  the  Whig  party  did  the 
Federalist  party  in  a  still  earlier  period. — Spring-field  Repub- 
lican.   

How  Connecticut  Feels. 
"I  am  going  to  vote  for  the  man  who  will  defeat  Theodore 
Roosevelt,"  said  a  Republican  of  prominence  in  Hartford  yes- 
terday, in  response  to  a  question  of  his  political  intentions  this 
year.  That  is  the  purpose  of  great  numbers  of  Connecticut 
Republican  voters,  some  of  whom  feel  kindly  toward  Mr.  Taft 
and  some  of  whom  feel  otherwise.  Their  personal  feelings 
for  or  against  the  President  are  not  going  to  affect  their  final 
decision  about  the  presidency  in  the  slightest.  They  believe 
that  the  Roosevelt  candidacy  is  inimical,  not  only  to  the  imme- 
diate prosperity  of  the  country,  but  to  our  whole  political 
system. — Hartford   Times.     

An  Unholy  Combination. 
The  consolidation  of  Mr.  Roosevelt,  the  whilom  trust-buster, 
and  George  W.  Perkins,  trust  promoter,  into  one  harmonious 
working  force  in  a  platform  for  the  propagation  of  discontent 
and  the  promotion  of  the  consequent  socialism,  is  one  of  the 
weird  manifestations  that  would  cause  predictions  if  Mother 
Shipton  were  alive  or  seers  and  wizards  were  not  hotly  pur- 
sued by  the  police. — Philadelphia  Ledger. 


Rooseveltian  Socialism. 
There  can  be  no  doubt  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  has  learned  a 
great  deal  from  the  Socialists,  but  there  is  one  thing  that  he  has 
not  yet  learned.  He  has  not  learned  that  one  can  not  throw 
ideas  into  the  masses  and  then  expect  that  these  ideas  should 
not  take  root  and  grow.  Mr.  Roosevelt,  after  accepting  so 
much  from  the  Socialists,  can  not  expect  the  American  people 
to  stop  thinking  where  he  wants  them  to  stop.  If  Mr.  Roose- 
velt has  learned  so  much  within  the  last  three  years,  why 
should  not  the  American  people  also  learn  in  the  next  few 
years?  Thus  Theodore  Roosevelt,  the  man  who  has  just 
given  his  programme  to  the  new  party  in  Chicago,  will  go 
down  in  history  as  one  of  the  most  talented,  but  most  incon- 
sistent, politicians  our  country  has  ever  had.  But  he  will 
also  be  remembered  as  one  of  the  most  aggressive  and  most 
strenuous  propagandists  for  the  Socialist  party  ever  known. — 
Victor  Berger  in  New  York  Times. 


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Everything  for  Everyone. 
Read  Mr.  Roosevelt's  "confession"  carefully,  and  it  will  be 
seen  that  all  through  it  runs  the  theme  of  government  cen- 
tralization, government  control.  He  would  have  a  working 
standard  to  appeal  to  labor  and  a  protective  tariff  for  capital ; 
he  would  have  an  "efficient"  anti-trust  law  to  meet  the  pro- 
gressive demand  and  an  industrial  commission  to  control  the 
trusts  ;  he  would  appeal  to  the  improvident  through  Socialistic 
pensions  ;  he  would  have  us  believe  that  the  courts  are  rotten 
and  that  we  must  have  the  initiative,  referendum,  and  recall ; 
he  would  invite  and  install  paternal  government  through  so- 
cialistically  operated  railroads  and  telegraphs;  he  would  de- 
feat efforts  to  obtain  arbitration  as  a  step  toward  world  peace. 
All  this  he  would  do  through  "the  plain  people"  as  a  govern- 
ment— and  the  government  as  himself. — Indianapolis  News. 


Shoe  on  the  Other  Foot. 
It  is  now  the  Colonel's  painful  duty  to  call  upon  his  lieu- 
tenant, Governor  Stubbs,  to  withdraw  from  the  senatorial 
contest  in  Kansas.  The  official  figures  are  in  and  they  show 
that  Senator  Curtis,  in  the  face  of  his  defenseless  support  of 
Taft,  carried  the  state  on  the  popular  vote  by  8000.  Gov- 
ernor Stubbs  owes  his  victory  to  the  fact  that  he  won  in  a 
majority  of  the  districts.  That  is,  the  Kansas  executive  has 
had  the  same  luck  with  respect  to  the  senatorship  that  Mr. 
Taft  had  in  Ohio  with  reference  to  the  delegates  to  Chicago. 
Everybody  knows  how  shameful  it  was  for  the  President,  after 
he  had  been  beaten  in  the  popular  vote,  to  take  advantage  of 
the  technicality  that,  allowing  him  to  count  by  districts, 
awarded  him  the  delegates-at-large.  Mr.  Roosevelt's  more 
delicate  sense  of  honor  was  simply  horrified  at  the  deed. 
How  any  one  could  override  the  will  of  the  people  in  such 
brutal  fashion  passed  all  his  understanding.  Barnes,  Guggen- 
heim, and  Penrose  had  never  committed  a  fouler  betrayal  of 
popular  government.  What  was  it,  indeed,  but  a  fresh  ex- 
ample of  government  by  a  small  representative  class?  Well, 
be  it  so.  Let  us  see  now  whether  the  popular  will  is  to  be 
obeyed  when  it  declares  for  a  Republican  as  scrupulously  as 
when  it  calls  for  a  Bull  Moose.  "Watch  Stubbs  of  Kansas," 
we  have  been  warned  over  and  over.  \\  e  are  watching. — 
Hew   York  Evening  Post.      


"In  the  Direction  of  State  Socialism." 
The  Socialist  congressman,  Victor  Berger,  declares  in  a 
letter  to  the  New  York  Times  that  "Mr.  Roosevelt  has  gone  a 
long  way  in  the  direction  of  state  socialism,"  although  Mr. 
Roosevelt  insists  that  his  programme  is  a  "corrective  of  so- 
cialism." Mr.  Berger  again  insists  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  "will 
be  remembered  as  one  ol-the  most  aggressive  and  most  stren- 
(,  uous  propagandists  for  the  Socialist  party  ever  known."  If 
Mr.  Roosevelt  repudiates  that  tribute,  Mr.  Berger  will  return 
to  the  attack  by  calling  him  "comrade."  Mr.  Debs,  how- 
ever, will  not  withdraw. — Washington  Correspondence. 


A  Flutter  in  Socialist  Circles. 
It  is  certain  that  the  Progressive  party  has  caused  a  flutter 
in  Socialist  circles.  The  possibility  that  the  Colonel  will 
draw  from  Debs  is  realiy  so  disturbing  that  Debs  himself 
warns  Socialists  against  him  and  declares  that  only  the  So- 
cialist partv  "can  prevent  this  strange  freak  from  being 
elected  President."  The  Appeal  to  Reason,  with  which  Debs 
is  associated,  appalls  one  with  the  statement  that  it  has  pri- 
vate and  confidential  information  concerning  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
"plans  that  would  make  the  nation  gasp,"  if  it  were  divulged. 
Nobody  would  believe  it,  however,  says  the  Socialist  paper, 
because  it  is  so  amazing;  so  what's  the  use? — Springfield  Re- 
publican. 

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There  is  invested  in  hotels  and  restaurants  in 
Switzerland,  which  depend  largely  upon  tourists  for 
their  support,  about  $175,000,000,  and  the  aggregate 
number  of  persons  employed  i"  these  establishments  is 
over  100.000.  ,      . 


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August  31,  1912. 


T  H  E    A RGONAUT 


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HAMMERSTEIN'S    GRAND   OPERA   PLANS. 


To  Build  Twenty  New  Opera  Houses,  Perhaps  Forty,  in  a 
Chain  Across  the  Country. 


Buoyant,  irrepressible  Oscar  Hammerstein  is  again 
in  New  York,  and  the  loss  of  something  more  than  a 
million  in  his  effort  to  make  grand  opera  popular  in 
London  seems  to  have  settled  no  cloud  of  gloom  upon 
his  temperament.  And  it  has  not  weaned  him  from  a 
devotion  that  has  occupied  his  busy  brain  and  his  tire- 
less energy  for  years.  Among  modern  impresarios 
Mr.  Hammerstein  stands  almost  alone  in  one  respect 
— he  is  willing  to  spend  his  own  money  to  produce 
grand  opera.  I  say  this  with  complete  remembrance 
of  his  ability  to  interest  others  in  his  plans,  even  to 
the  extent  of  heavy  subscriptions  for  stock.  His  Phila- 
delphia experience  is  of  course  fresh  in  mind.  But 
New  York,  Philadelphia,  and  London  possess  opera 
houses  they  would  not  have  had  without  his  determina- 
tion to  carry  his  projects  through  at  the  risk  of  great 
personal  loss.  Mr.  Hammerstein  is  certainly  the  pres- 
ent day  step-father  of  grand  opera,  and  if  he  can  profit 
by  attention  to  his  difficult  and  expensive  ward  it  proves 
remarkable  ability.  Considering  the  financial  arrange- 
^ment  that  removed  him  as  a  competitor  from  the  field 
Tn  Manhattan,  Boston,  Philadelphia,  and  Chicago,  it 
is  seen  that  he  can  easily  capitalize  a  knowdedge  which 
has  a  practical  as  well  as  an  artistic  side. 

While  his  contract  with  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
shuts  him  out  of  four  big  cities,  Mr.  Hammerstein  is 
by  no  means  barred  from  the  game  in  America.  He 
could  not  stay  out  of  it  if  he  tried,  and  he  does  not 
want  to  try.  In  fact,  he  proposes  to  begin  again,  and 
on  a  larger  scale,  and  with  more  magnificent  plans 
than  ever.  He  says  there  are  many  cities  in  this  coun- 
try, Albany,  Buffalo,  Pittsburg,  Cincinnati,  Detroit,  St. 
Louis,  Kansas  City,  Denver,  and  others  in  the  northern 
half,  and  twenty  more  in  the  southern  part,  that  are 
hungering  and  thirsting  for  real  grand  opera,  and  he 
is  now  perfecting  a  plan  to  give  it  to  them.  The  places 
he  enumerates  can  not  have  grand  opera  now,  as  they 
have  no  opera  houses,  no  stages  large  enough  to  ac- 
commodate a  company  of  250  people.  Mr.  Hammer- 
stein will  build  opera  houses  for  these  thriving  munici- 
palities, provided,  of  course,  that  a  willingness  to  co- 
operate is  demonstrated.  There  is  something  almost 
touching  in  Mr.  Hammerstein's  faith  concerning  popu- 
lar regard  for  opera.  Many  people,  with  and  without 
music  in  their  souls,  are  skeptical  in  this  matter.  They 
doubt  the  power  of  grand  opera  to  move  the  populace, 
and  are  more  disposed  to  believe  that  there  are  some 
tastes  with  high  cost  to  recommend  them  that  may  not 
be  acquired  without  three  or  four  generations  of  con- 
scious effort.  But  Mr.  Hammerstein,  who  is  familiar 
with  melody  as  with  millions,  is  not  of  these. 

Picture  a  chain  of  twenty  cities,  perhaps  forty,  says 
the  Manhattan  impresario,  all  with  fine,  spacious,  im- 
pressive opera  houses,  ensuring  an  annual  season  of  at 
least  four  weeks  of  genuine  grand  opera.  Imagine  the 
civic  oride,  the  rapturous  enjoyment,  the  educating  and 
uplifting  influences,  that  would  be  ministered  to  by  such 
a  scheme  of  national  music  culture.  And  ponder  for  a 
moment  the  possibilities  in  the  way  of  artists,  and  en- 
sembles, and  productions,  with  such  a  scheme  under 
the  direction  of  our  loyal  friend  of  harmonv.  Oscar 
Hammerstein,  who  is  already  in  touch — nay,  in  bonds 
of  good  will — with  all  the  great  singers  and  composers.! 
Why  should  not  the  First  National  Grand  Opera  Com-I 
pany  of  America  be  the  greatest  in  the  world?  There' 
is  no  reason  why  not,  of  course;  consider  it  accom- 
plished. 

It  is  a  good  summer  story,  in  any  light,  for  the  re- 
porters of  the  daily  press.  And,  as  they  write,  stern 
conviction  seems  to  steal  over  them.  They  grasp  firmly 
the  economic  plausibility  of  the  scheme.  Mr.  Ham- 
merstein presents  it  winningly.  To  build  a  score,  per- 
haps two  score,  of  opera  houses,  will  not  cost  forty  or 
twenty  times  as  much  as  to  build  one.  The  ideal  plan 
for  the  first  will  serve  for  all  in  the  line.  They  will 
be  as  like  as  "peas  in  a  pod,"  to  quote  the  "sanguine 
maestro.  That  is,  they  will  not  be  cast  in  moulds,  like 
Mr.  Edison's  model  cement  cottages,  but  will  be  iden- 
tical in  size,  stage  and  auditorium  equipment,  and 
utilize  the  most  modern  ideas  in  building.  Orchestra 
pits  for  a  hundred  musicians,  dressing-rooms  for  200 
to  300  people,  part  of  them  to  serve  as  dormitories  for 
the  lesser  auxiliaries  of  the  company,  are  details  that 
fix  themselves  at  once  in  Mr.  Hammerstein's  fertile 
imagination.  Faithful  copies  of  the  first  handsome  sets 
of  scenery  are  to  be  prepared  for  each  stage,  and  the 
lighting  system  is  to  be  so  uniform  throughout  that  the 
electrician  can  find  any  switch  or  thermostat  in  the 
dark.  One  sees,  prophetically,  how  that  old  story  of 
the  actor  on  tour  who  could  not  for  the  life  of  him  tell 
what  town  he  was  in,  may  be  refurbished  and  devel- 
oped and  elaborated  for  the  uses  of  Mr.  Hammerstein's 
press  agents. 

But  it  is  neither  wise  nor  kind  to  sneer  with  metro- 
politan provincialism  at  this  philanthropic  project  of 
the  manager  with  the  historic  hat.  Mr.  Hammerstein 
knows  'very  well  what  he  is  about.  When  he  savs  the 
keys  of  twenty  new  opera  houses  will  be  on  his  desk 
before  the  frost  of  next  year's  autumn  turns  the  forest 
leaves  to  gold,  he  sees  clearly  something  much  more 
substantial  than  castles  in  the  air.  Whether  the  plan 
which  I  have  thus  referred  to  ever  is  carried  out,  there 
is  none  in  say  that  it  is  altogether  visionary.  Some  of 
its  features,  such  as  concerts  by  great  soloists  and  svm- 
phony  orchestras  during  the  forty-eight  weeks  in  which 
there  would  he  no  grand  opera  in  the  new  opera  house 


in  each  city,  are  more  dreamy  than  others,  but  there  is 
enough  that  may  well  command  the  serious  considera- 
tion of  music  lovers  in  the  smaller  cities.  Personally, 
I  would  like  to  see  the  scheme  go  through  to  realiza- 
tion. There  are  several  American  singers  in  the  upper 
classes  of  opera  now,  and  there  ought  to  be  room  for 
more.  We  must  prepare  a  home  market  for  our  artistic 
products.  Mr.  Hammerstein  is  really  pointing  out  the 
way.  But  just  now  the  Metropolitan  Opera  is  resting 
secure  in  the  belief  that  the  redoubtable  Oscar  is  not 
likely  to  be  a  dangerous  competitor  for  the  services  of 
the  Carusos  and  Tetrazzinis  of  the  immediate  future. 
New  York,  August  20,  1912.  Flaneur. 

Though  the  smallest  tract  of  land  set  apart  as  a  na- 
tional monument,  the  Tumacacori,  in  Arizona,  contain- 
ing but  ten  acres,  is  not  the  least  interesting.  It  affords 
protection  to  the  old  Spanish  church  built  by  early 
Jesuit  monks,  who  burned  the  bricks  therefor.  Its 
walls  in  some  places  are  twelve  feet  thick,  and  the  old 
burying  ground,  which  lies  in  the  rear,  contains  ruins 
of  an  ancient  fort,  where  many  an  early  day  tragedy 
was  enacted.  The  cemetery  and  mission  are  inclosed 
by  a  high  brick  wall.  This  old  mission  was  in  the  re- 
jected Tumacacori  land  grant,  and  has  suffered  much 
from  neglect  as  well  as  vandalism.  Portions  of  old 
paintings  within  the  chancel  have  been  knocked  off 
and  carried  away,  and  the  names  of  many  of  these 
vandals  are  written  inside  the  cave.  The  land  upon 
which  the  mission  stands  was  entered  as  a  homestead 
by  Carmen  Mendez,  who  fully  appreciated  the  desir- 
ability of  preserving  the  ruin,  and  showed  the  faith 
that  was  in  him  by  relinquishing  the  necessary  ten  acres 
of  his  claim  to  the  government  June  30,  1908. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Though  the  rose  is  grown  for  trade  in  many  parts 
of  Europe,  its  culture  for  commercial  purposes  is  now 
principally  monopolized  by  the  vast  rose  gardens  of 
Grasse  in  France  and  of  Kasanlik  in  Bulgaria — the 
rose  gardens  of  Europe,  par  excellence — and  the  manu- 
factures produced  from  them  supply  in  a  great  meas- 
ure the  markets  of  the  world.  Here  acres  of  roses 
take  the  place  of  corn,  vines,  and  orchards  of  other 
lands,  and  some  idea  of  the  French  trade  may  be  ob- 
tained when  we  learn  that  the  gardens  of  Grasse, 
Cannes,  and  the  neighboring  villages  yield  nearly 
2,650,000  pounds  of  roses  annually ;  on  some  days  as 
many  as  150  tons  of  blossoms  are  picked  in  the 
province  of  the  Alpes  Maritimes.  The  beautiful  varie- 
ties, so  much  prized  by  gardeners,  are  useless  for  com- 
mercial purposes,  and  the  only  plant  used  is  the  Cab- 
bage Provence. 

■■■ 

"Hearing"  the  light  has  recently  been  accomplished 
by'the  medium  of  the  optophone,  a  wonderful  invention 
of  Fournier  D'Albe,  the  w'ell-known  scientist  and  Celtic 
scholar.  At  a  demonstration  given  in  London  a  blind 
man  told,  without  using  the  sense  of  touch,  how  many 
windows  were  in  the  room,  and  how  many  persons 
were  between  himself  and  the  wall.  The  optophone 
makes  light  and  darkness  audible.  The  invention  is 
based  on  the  metal  selenium's  well-known  property  of 
being  affected  by  light.  D'Albe  contrives  to  make  the 
effect  of  light  on  the  passage  of  electric  currents 
through  selenium  appreciable  in  a  telephone  receiver, 
and  clock  work  mechanism  can  be  adjusted  so  that 
darkness  is  audible  and  bright  light  silent,  or  vice  versa. 


At  the  principal  railway  stations  and  at  other  im- 
portant centres  in  Dresden  illuminated  index  signs  have 
been  placed  for  the  convenience  of  strangers.  Every 
street  corner  is  conspicuously  labeled  in  blue  with  the 
name  of  the  street  and  the  numbers  of  the  houses  in- 
cluded in  each  block.  When  trailers  are  used  in  the 
street-car  service  they  are  employed  as  smoking  cars, 
and  have  side  pockets  of  porcelain  at  each  seat  to  hold 
cigar  stubs,  etc.,  which  would  otherwise  be  thrown  into 

the  streets. 

■  ■  ■ 

A  few  tribes  of  American  Indians  are  not  dying  out, 
though  their  numbers  are  small  in  comparison  with 
their  probable  one-time  strength.  Two  of  these  tribes 
live  in  Maine.  In  1820,  by  the  census,  there  were  370 
Passamaquoddy  Indians,  and  last  year  there  were  446. 
In  1820  there  were  390  Penobscots;  now,  more  than 
ninety  years  later,  there  are  397.  Both  maintain  their 
tribal  conditions,  and  the  Penobscots,  at  least,  still  dwell 
on  the  same  village  site  that  their  forefathers  occupied. 


The  president  of  the  board  of  education  at  Peking  is 
this  year  sending  110  students,  male  and  female,  to  for- 
eign countries — England.  France.  Belgium.  Germany. 
America,  and  Japan — with  an  annual  allowance.  The 
privilege  is  only  given  to  those  who  served  and  distin- 
guished themselves  in  the  revolution,  and  who  do  not 
care  to  enter  the  official   list. 


Travelers  who  have  sought  with  wonder  in  New 
York  and  in  factory  towns  for  the  real  American  popu- 
lation may  turn  to  New  Orleans  'where  a  census  of  the 
41,057  pupils  in  the  public  'J  j8ls  shows  that  86  per 
cent  were  born  in  New  Orleans,  and  that  only  2  per 
cent  were  born  outside  of  the  "United  States. 


It  is  in  the  Church  of  St.  Alary  KnlclilT.  in  Bristol, 
that  ihe  remains  of  Sir  \V/lliani  IVnn,  father  of  the 
proprietor  of  IVnn  ■.  ,1 .  uraj  rest.  A  tablet  to  bis  mem- 
ory lias  bee ■«  alls  fyJ,  the  edifice  ever  since  Sir 

William's   de       .'Above   it  'are   hung   his  .armor,   his 
sword,  and  his  Sags. 


Monteverde,  the  Italian  sculptor,  has  been  commis- 
sioned to  chisel  the  monument  to  Verdi,  which  is  to  be 
placed  on  the  Monte  Pincio  in  Rome. 

Miss  Hildegarde  Nash,  who  recently  won  the  award 
of  the  Royal  Conservatory  of  Music  in  Brussels  against 
twenty-two  contestants,  is  the  first  American  in  the  his- 
tory of  the  Brussels  Conservatory  to  attain  this  honor 
The  diploma  given  her  renders  her  eligible  to  a  violin 
professorship.  She  is  a  native  of  Watertown,  Mas- 
sachusetts, and  began  her  violin  studies  at  the  age  ol 
eight. 

Luther  Conant,  Jr.,  who  has  been  appointed  to  suc- 
ceed Herbert  Knox  Smith  as  government  commissioner 
of  corporations,  has  been  deputy  commissioner  since 
June,  1909.  For  several  years  before  that  he  was  a 
special  examiner  in  the  same  department.  He  is  a 
graduate  of  the  Boston  Institute  of  Technology,  and 
served  from  1896  to  1904  on  the  staff  of  the  Journal 
of  Commerce,  New  York. 

Kaoru  Osani,  founder  of  the  Jiytt  Gekijo,  or  Liberal 
Theatre  Society  of  Japan,  is  coming  to  this  country  to 
study  American  ways  and  theatres.  The  Jiyu  Gekijo 
aims  to  present  the  modern  plays  of  the  Russian, 
French,  and  German  dramatists.  Osani  was  a  student 
in  the  English  classes  of  the  late  Lafcadio  Hearn  in 
the  Imperial  University.  He  has  written  novels  and 
poetry.  His  coming  trip  will  be  his  first  journey 
abroad. 

Miss  Isa  Morgan,  a  Maryland  girl,  conducts  what  is 
probably  the  most  unique  enterprise  in  this  country — a 
frog  farm — and  is  making  money  out  of  it.  She  was  a 
stenographer,  but  failing  health  compelled  her  to  take 
up  outdoor  life.  Her  parents'  farm  affords  ample  op- 
portunity for  her  activities,  and  she  attends  to  her  frog 
ponds  with  as  much  care  and  intelligence  as  the  most 
exacting  chicken  fancier.  The  full-grown  frogs  bring 
from  a  dollar  to  four  dollars  a  dozen  when  sold  for 
food.  Extra  large  specimens  she  sells  to  biological 
laboratories,  receiving  as  much  as  three  dollars  each 
for  them. 

Dr.  Jacob  Gould  Schurman,  whom  President  Taft 
has  appointed  minister  to  Greece,  has  been  president  of 
Cornell  University  since  1892.  He  has  been  granted  a 
year's  leave  of  absence.  Dr.  Schurman  is  a  descendant 
of  an  old  New  York  Dutch  family,  was  educated  in 
this  country  and  in  Europe,  and  has  received  many 
honorary  degrees  from  the  world's  leading  universities. 
He  was  president  of  the  first  United  States  Philippine 
Commission,  spending  nearly  all  of  1899  in  the  islands, 
and  was  joint  author  of  the  commission's  report  to 
Congress,  a  matter  of  four  volumes.  He  has  also  writ- 
ten a  number  of  works  on  ethics. 

John  Osborne,  many  years  ago  the  world's  premier 
jockey,  is  probably  the  most  striking  example  in  the 
world  of. clean  living  associated  with  sport.  Although 
over  eighty  years  of  age  the  venerable  Englishman  re- 
tains his  love  for  the  turf  by  training  a  few  good'horses, 
and  often  gives  his  charges  their  early  morning  gal- 
lops, his  strength  and  agility  being  the  marvel  of  his 
associates.  Recently  he  trained  Mynora,  the  winner  of 
the  two-mile  stake  race,  the  Northumberland  Plate,  a 
classic  event.  Nearly  sixty  years  ago  he  rode  the  win- 
ner of  the  same  event.  In  1888  he  rode  his  last  classic 
winner  for  the  Duke  of  Portland. 

The  Right  Reverend  Lawrence  Frederick  Devaines 
Blair,  Bishop  of  the  Falkland  Islands,  who  recently  an- 
nounced that  he  would  resign  unless  an  adequate  re- 
sponse was  made  to  his  call  for  financial  assistance,  has 
the  distinction  of  presiding  over  the  largest  diocese  in 
the  world.  It  embraces  the  major  portion  of  the  con- 
tinent of  South  America,  though  his  work  lies  princi- 
pally on  the  west  coast.  His  commission  gives  him 
jurisdiction  over  all  the  English  Episcopal  clergy  and 
congregations  throughout  Chile,  Bolivia,  Peru.  Ecua- 
dor, Colombia,  together  with  the  Falkland  Islands. 
South  Georgia,  Tierra  del  Fuego,  and  southern  Pata- 
gonia. 

Ohio  C.  Barber,  who  purchased  a  tract  of  2200  acres 
near  Akron,  Ohio,  which  he  is  converting  into  a  mode! 
farm  along  scientific  lines,  began  life  selling  matches 
for  his  father,  owner  of  a  small  factory.  He  became 
so  successful  that  he  built  factories  in  at  least  seven 
foreign  countries,  started  rubber  works,  organized 
banks,  rind  built  a  railroad.  Now  at  seventy-one  he  is 
determined  to  show  the  world  how  a  large  acreage  can 
be  conducted  on  a  dividend  basis.  Later  on  his  place 
will  be  open  to  students  of  agriculture,  who  will  re- 
ceive practical  instruction  free  of  charge.  Mr.  Barber 
will  go  in  for  cows,  hogs,  chickens,  pigeons,  and  fruit. 
as  well  as  vegetables,  and  now  has,  it  is  claimed,  the  ■ 
finest  and  largest  herd  of  Guernseys  in  the  world. 

Blind,  deaf,  and  dumb.  Miss  Helen  Keller  has  been 
appointed  a  member  of  the  board  of  public  welfare  in 
Schenectady,  New  York,  and  the  appointment  was 
made  because  this  young  woman,  who  has  become  an 
accomplished  student  of  human  affairs  in  spite  of  the 
lack  of  her  three  senses,  is  competent  to  advise  in  pub- 
lic affairs.  She  was  born  without  sight,  hearing,  or 
the  power  of  speech,  but  through  touch  alone  acquired 
a  finished  education  and  has  widened  her  horizon  so 
successfully  that  the  lack  of  the  three  important  sei 
lias    nOl    prevented    her   bee 'ining   a    talented    writer   and 

a  sympathetic  student  .if  civic  ami  social  problems.     At 
an   entertainment   given    recently.   Miss    Keller,   to   the 
amazement  of  her  audience,  sang  in   a 
contralto  voice. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  31,  1912. 


THE    SCARRED    STEELHEAD. 


When  Spinners  Claimed  a  Victory  that  Flies  Could  Not  Win. 


"Took  out  fifty  yards  of  line  at  the  first  run " 

"Rose  at  the  brown  hackle " 

"Came  out  of  the  water  four  times " 

"One  fly  is  enough  to  cast " 

"Had  my  rod  bent  nearly  double " 

Such  fragmentary  babble  as  is  recorded  above  was 
not  unusual  in  the  big  sitting-room  of  the  Long  Pool 
fishing  resort.  The  steelhead  trout  were  taking  the  fly 
with  unusual  avidity.  As  a  consequence  the  rod-rack 
in  the  hallway  was  full,  while  lines  were  dried  nightly 
before  the  fire,  and  anglers  who  had  come  from  far 
and  near  for  battles  with  the  steelhead  held  inter- 
minable discussion  over  the  respective  merits  of  vari- 
ous flies  and  rods  and  reels,  and  told  graphically,  some- 
times exaggeratedly,  of  their  exploits. 

It  was  while  Crandall  was  trying  to  get  some  one  to 
listen  to  his  story  of  the  fish  that  bent  his  rod  nearly 
double,  that  Major  Kellogg,  by  reason  of  a  louder 
voice,  managed  to  get  control  of  the  situation  and  ob- 
tain the  attention  of  the  crowd — an  impatient  crowd, 
however,  for  each  man  was  eager  for  Kellogg  to  finish, 
that  he- might  recite  the  tale  of  his  own  doings  for  the 
day. 

"He  was  the  biggest  steelhead  I  ever  hooked,"  said 
Major  Kellogg.  "He  took  the  fly — a  red  ibis — at  the 
upper  end  of  the  pool — you  know  where  that  big  red- 
wood log  sticks  out  into  the  river?" 

Several  nodded  impatient  assent. 

"Well,  he  came  at  that  red  ibis  with  a  splash,  and 
before  I  knew  what  was  happening  he  had  seventy-five 
yards  of  line  out.  Then  he  came  back  with  a  rush, 
and  by  the  time  I  tightened  up  on  him  he  began  going 
in  circles  around  the  boat.  Every  time  he  circled  he 
would  come  out  of  the  water  two  or  three  times,  full 
length,  and  then  run  like  a  race-horse  again.  I  don't 
understand  yet  how  I  lost  him.  When  he  got  tired  of 
circling  he  started  for  another  long,  straight  run,  then 
stopped  and  sulked  for  a  minute.  I  began  to  give  him 
the  butt  to  stir  him  up,  when  he  made  a  sudden  lunge 
and  went  off  the  hook  as  though  he  were  greased.  I'll 
know  the  brute  if  I  ever  see  him  again.  He  had  a  big 
gash  in  his  side  where  a  sea-lion  had  grabbed  at  him 
as  he  came  in  from  the  ocean.  I'll  bet  he'd  whip  a  sea- 
lion  in  a  fair  fight." 

The  next  day  the  Scarred  Steelhead  was  hooked 
again,  and  after  fighting  like  a  demon  for  twenty 
minutes,  vaulted  clear  of  the  water,  showed  his  full 
length  as  he  hurtled  several  feet  through  the  air,  and, 
shaking  himself  as  he  leaped,  got  free  of  the  hook. 
Three  anglers  who  were  watching  the  contest  saw  the 
livid  slash  across  his  side  as  he  vaulted.  So  he  be- 
came famous,  and  a  fish  much  to  be  desired. 

More  than  that,  the  Scarred  Steelhead  became  a  prize 
in  Cupid's  lottery.  The  designation  may  be  wrong. 
Perhaps  Miss  Alice  Hurley  should  be  called  the  prize. 
And  the  Scarred  Steelhead — let's  call  him  the'  ticket. 

Miss  Hurley  was  confusingly  pretty,  and  amiable, 
and  elusive.  She  was  something  of  a  fisherman  her- 
self— there  is  no  sex  in  the  designation  of  fly-casters — 
and  had  about  evenly  divided  her  time  on  the  river  be- 
tween Hugh  Crandall  and  Arthur  Bennett.  Both 
strove  hard  for  the  honor  of  untangling  her  line  and 
freeing  her  hooks  from  the  various  undesirable  things 
to  which  they  perversely  became  attached ;  each  was 
willing  to  yield  her  the  best  position  in  the  boat.  Only 
a  fly-caster  will  realize  what  a  test  of  devotion  all  this 
was.  And  only  one  whose  heart  bears  many  scars  will 
comprehend  how  Miss  Hurley  apportioned  her  favors 
so  evenly  between  the  two  men  that  neither  could  see 
an  advantage  over  the  other. 

On  the  evening  following  the  Scarred  Steelhead's 
second  sensational  escape,  Crandall  and  Miss  Hurley 
were  on  the  veranda.  The  moon  was  busy  shimmering 
and  glorifying  the  surface  of  Eel  River ;  but  her  tenant 
put  in  his  time  gazing  benevolently  and  encouragingly 
upon  the  veranda's  only  occupants.  It  was  his  em- 
boldening aspect,  no  doubt,  that  inspired  Crandall  to 
make  declarations  that  appeared  almost  unseemly,  com- 
ing from  so  reserved  a  young  man.  He  maintained 
his  haughty  air  even  as  he  told  Miss  Hurley  of  his  hope; 
hut  there  was  unwonted  tenderness  in  his  voice,  and  had 
his  eyes  not  been  concealed  by  the  shadows  of  the  hop- 
vines,  she  could  have  seen  deep  earnestness  in  them. 

Miss  Hurley  was  considerably  moved  by  the  episode 
and  the  pleading — she  looked  serious  for  almost  half  a 
minute.  Then  she  laughed.  "You  are  as  earnest  and 
methodical  at  love-making  as  you  are  at  fishing,"  she 
declared. 

"Will  you  please  net  make  a  joke  of  this?  I  know 
I  am  not  a  romantic  love-maker.  No  doubt  I  would 
have  cut  a  sorry  figure  in  the  days  of  chivalry.  But 
since  knowing  you  I  can  understand  how  knights 
tough  I  for  trophies  to  lav  at  their  ladies'  feet.  There 
are  no  trophies  now,"  he  sighed. 

"'I  here  arc  fish." 

"If  von  persist  in  making  light  of  this "  he  began 

stiffly. 

"The  Scarred  Steelhead,   for  instance." 

"I  >o  on  mean  that  if  I  will  catch  him  you  will  listen 
lo  me?" 

"I  didn't  say  anything— and  I  meant  to  imply  nothing 
further  than  that  a  man  might  be  willing  to  make  such 
a  test  of  his  skill  and  patience  for  the  girl  he  professes 
to  love." 

"Then    ■    -" 

'ill  w.is  talking  to  the  moon,  for  Miss  Hur- 
■lip.ed  past  him  and  into  the  house.     He  fol- 


lowed her,  elated,  and  for  an  hour  sat  looking  into  the 
fire,  heedless  of  the  tangle  of  words  that  assailed  his 
ears  as  the  day's  adventures  were  recounted  by  his 
companions.  At  last  one  of  them  tapped  him  on  the 
shoulder. 

"What  are  you  thinking  about,  Crandall  ?  Laying  a 
plot  against  the  Scarred  Steelhead?" 

Crandall  colored  violently  at  the  aptness  of  the 
chance  remark,  then  began  to  prepare  his  tackle  for  the 
morrow. 

The  man  in  the  moon  had  a  bad  turn  at  just  about 
that  time.  He  had  gone  behind  a  cloud  just  as  Cran- 
dall ended  his  declaration  of  love.  When  he  emerged 
— "same  girl,  another  fellow."  And  this  other  fellow, 
who  was  Bennett,  knelt  before  Miss  Hurley  as  he  told 
her  such  a  tale  as  Crandall  had  told.  But  there  was 
no  reserve  in  the  manner  of  his  declaration.  Elo- 
quence and  passion  poured  from  his  lips,  and  his  eyes 
supplemented  the  earnestness  of  his  words.  And  once 
more  Miss  Hurley  laughed.  And  once  more  the 
Scarred  Steelhead  became  the  gage  of  love.  The  moon 
hid  again,  that  its  lone  resident  might  conceal  a  cynical 
smile. 

It  was  Miss  Hurley's  refusal  to  fish  with  either  of 
them  while  the  contest  was  on  that  made  Bennett  and 
Crandall  each  aware  that  he  was  not  the  only  one 
angling  for  the  Scarred  Steelhead.  Nothing  could  in- 
duce her  to  fish.  Instead  she  wandered  almost  daily  in 
the  redwoods  with  Addington  Cooper,  the  bulging- 
browed  professor  whose  latest  volume  on  botany  had 
brought  him  fame  in  a  small  but  select  circle.  Her 
association  with  Cooper  worried  neither  of  the  rivals. 
He  did  not  fish — saw  neither  sport  nor  pleasure  in  it. 
And  a  man  who  did  not  care  for  fishing  could  not  be 
taken  seriously  by  a  girl  who  was  enthusiastically  fond 
of  it.  Cooper  being  classified  as  harmless,  the  two  set 
out  in  pursuit  of  a  really  important  creature — the 
Scarred  Steelhead. 

Dawn  and  dusk,  and  all  times  between,  saw  them 
whipping  the  pool.  When  the  others  refrained  from 
the  sport  because  the  water  was  too  smooth  to  give 
much  hope  of  success,  Bennett  and  Crandall  sent  their 
flies  whizzing  unceasingly  through  the  air,  unwilling  to 
miss  the  slightest  chance  of  a  fish  rising  to  the  unruffled 
surface. 

Nightly  they  massaged  their  aching  wrists.  Nightly 
each  one  spent  as  much  time  as  possible  with  Miss  Hur- 
ley. Both  day  and  night  they  dreamed  and  thought  of 
her.  Bennett  went  so  far  as  to  become  almost  jealous 
of  poor  little  Cooper.  Crandall  was  disturbed,  too,  at 
the  sight  of  the  girl  and  the  botanist  as  they  leaned 
over  the  latter's  book,  pasting  autumn  specimens  in  it. 
Then  they  dismissed  him  from  their  thoughts  to  turn 
to  a  selection  of  flies  that  might  tempt  the  Scarred 
Steelhead. 

Fate,  in  her  whimsical  and  ironical  way,  sent  these 
two  in  plenty  the  fish  they  least  desired.  And  every 
one  that  arose  was  looked  upon,  until  he  revealed  him- 
self otherwise,  as  the  Scarred  Steelhead.  Then  the 
sport  began  to  fall  off.  A  day's  whipping  of  Long  Pool 
would  sometimes  bring  but  one  fish.  And  just  as  con- 
ditions were  at  their  worst,  the  climax  came. 

It  was  a  windless  day,  one  of  several  in  succession, 
and  all  but  the  two  suitors  had  hung  up  their  rods  at 
noon  after  a  morning's  fruitless  sport.  Both  were  fish- 
ing near  the  upper  end  of  Long  Pool,  Crandall  near  a 
winding  arm  of  the  river  that  led  to  a  smaller  pool 
above.  Suddenly,  while  his  rival's  back  was  turned, 
Crandall  shot  his  boat  into  the  narrow  stretch  of  water 
and  disappeared  behind  the  willows. 

Crandall  had  a  base  idea  in  mind.  He  would  get  out 
of  Bennett's  sight — out  of  the  sight  of  the  world — and 
troll  with  a  brass  spinner  for  the  Scarred  Steelhead. 
For  several  days  he  had  nursed  this  plan,  and  toward 
its  fulfillment  had  bought  a  spinner  from  a  boy  whom 
he  found  at  the — to  a  fly-caster — unsportsmanlike  and 
iniquitous  occupation  of  trolling.  Although  it  had  not 
been  stipulated  that  the  coveted  fish  should  be  taken 
on  the  fly,  it  was  perfectly  understood,  for  few  of  the 
fishermen  who  gathered  at  Long  Pool  would  think  of 
capturing  a  steelhead  in  any  other  manner. 

So  it  was  with  a  feeling  of  guilt  and  shame  that 
Crandall  emerged  into  the  small  pool,  changed  his  fly 
for  the  spinner,  and  began  trolling  for  the  prize.  Suc- 
cess was  not  so  slow  in  coming  as  it  should  be  when 
a  base  act  is  in  the  doing.  Ten  minutes  of  trolling 
brought  a  whirr  of  the  reel.  Crandall  dropped  his 
oars,  seized  his  rod,  and  the  battle  was  on. 

How  that  fish  fought !  How  he  ran !  How  he 
threw  himself  into  the  air,  sending  the  water  in  showers 
from  his  silvery  sides !  How  huge  he  was — twelve 
pounds,  at  least !  Could  it — could  it  be  the  Scarred 
Steelhead? 

Carefully,  cautiously,  Crandall  worked  him  nearer 
and  nearer  the  boat.  At  length  he  rested  for  a  second 
near  the  surface — and  there,  on  his  gleaming  side,  was 
a  livid  scar. 

Breathless  with  exultation  and  anxiety,  Crandall 
drew  him  closer  and  closer.  Then  the  steelhead  took 
a  new  lease  on  life.  Wildly  he  shot  across  the  pool, 
while  the  reel  fairly  screamed.  Farther  he  went,  and 
farther.  Crandall  gently  applied  the  brake,  for  the  reel 
was  almost  empty  of  line.  More  line  went  out,  and 
the  brake  was  put  on  with  a  touch  more  of  firmness. 
\s  the  pressure  was  at  its  height,  the  fish  gave  a  last 
spasmodic  spurt.  Snap!  The  line  parted  at  an  imper- 
fect place,  and  again  the  Scarred  Steelhead  was  free. 
Crandall  dropped  his  rod  and  sat  down,  helpless  with 
exhaustion  and  rage. 

Meanwhile,  a  shameful  deed  had  been  done  on  Long 
Pool.     Bennett,  looking  around  after  half  an  hour  of 


absorbed  casting,  saw  no  sign  of  Crandall.  Elated  by 
the  belief  that  his  rival  had  given  up  for  the  day  and 
had  gone  home,  Bennett  carried  out  a  design  cherished 
since,  a  few  days  before,  he  had  bought  a  spinner  from 
a  small  boy — a  lucky  boy,  twice  enriched  by  a  bribe 
that  pledged  him  to  secrecy.  Taking  many  a  look,  to 
see  that  no  one  was  on  the  pool,  Bennett  changed  fly 
for  spinner,  and  began  to  troll. 

No  result  came.  Then  he  bethought  himself  of  the 
upper  pool.  He  would  try  that.  As  Crandall  had 
done,  he  went  in  through  a  winding  arm  of  water.  As 
he  slowly  emerged  into  the  pool  he  heard  a  mighty 
splash — and  he  looked  around  just  in  time  to  see  the 
ending  of  the  battle  between  Crandall  and  the  Scarred 
Steelhead. 

Crandall  turned  as  he  heard  Bennett's  boat  approach, 
and  scowled. 

"Looked  like  a  big  fellow,"  remarked  Bennett. 

"Big  one,"  Crandall  almost  shouted.  "It  was  the 
Scarred  Steelhead !  He  got  away  with  more  than  two 
hundred  feet  of  line." 

Bennett's  feelings  were  mixed.  His  joy  over  his 
rival's  defeat  was  tempered  with  the  knowledge  that  a 
fish  with  two  hundred  feet  of  line  dangling  from  his 
mouth  is  doomed  to  a  natural  death. 

"What  fly  did  he  take?"  asked  Bennett,  as  is  the 
habit  of  anglers. 

"The — er — blue  rail,"  answered  Crandall. 

Bennett  began  to  reel  in  his  line,  forgetting,  in  his 
bewilderment  and  speculation  over  the  turn  affairs  had 
taken,  the  damning  evidence  dangling  at  the  end  of  it. 
Suddenly  he  met  resistance,  faint  but  determined.  He 
continued  to  reel,  and  soon  his  spinner  was  on  the  sur- 
face, and  tangled  around  it  and  the  hook  was  the  end 
of  a  line — Crandall's  line.  Both  men  became  intensely 
excited.  The  battle  with  the  exhausted  fish  was  short. 
He  was  hauled  in  hand  over  hand,  and  soon  rested  in 
the  bottom  of  Bennett's  boat — the  Scarred  Steelhead, 
with  Crandall's  spinner  in  his  jaws. 

"Is  that  what  you  call  a  blue  rail?"  demanded  Ben- 
nett, austere  sarcasm  in  his  tone,  as  he  pointed  to  the 
dangling  spinner. 

"As  much  a  blue  rail  as  that  thing  hanging  on  your 
line,"  snapped  Crandall.     "Give  me  my  fish,  please." 

"Your  fish?" 

"Of  course  my  fish.     Who  hooked  him?" 

"And  who  lost  him?"  shouted  Bennett  in  return. 
"And  who  landed  him?" 

"You'd  never  have  landed  him  if  I  hadn't  hooked  him 
in  the  first  place,"  retorted  Crandall. 

"Yes,  but  what  good  did  your  hooking  do?  But  for 
me,  he'd  have  been  at  the  bottom  of  the  river  yet.  I 
caught  him,  and  he's  my  fish."  Saying  which,  Bennett 
grabbed  his  oars  and  started  for  home. 

The  argument  was  of  the  most  heated  nature  along 
the  mile  or  more  of  water  that  they  traversed  on  the 
way  to  the  boat-landing.  Bennett  was  debonair  and 
confident,  wdiile  Crandall  was  savage  with  anger. 

They  trudged  to  the  house  together,  Bennett  still  re- 
taining possession  of  the  fish,  which  was  soon  sur- 
rounded by  an  admiring  and  congratulatory  throng, 
and  was,  within  a  short  time,  the  bone  of  such  a  con- 
tention as  had  followed  his  capture. 

Excitement  over  the  fish  soon  gave  way  to  interest 
in  the  argument  between  Bennett  and  Crandall,  who, 
by  unspoken  but  mutual  consent,  substituted  flies  for 
spinners  in  presenting  their  cases.  Because  of  the  fact 
that  they  both  talked  at  once,  it  was  some  time  before 
the  others  could  gain  a  clear  idea  of  the  nature  of  the 
dispute ;  and  when  finally  it  dawned  upon  them,  they 
immediately  took  sides,  wrangling  loudly  over  the 
merits  of  their  respective  views.  In  all  its  existence, 
Long  Pool  Resort  had  never  before  known  so  tu- 
multuous a  squabble.  As  usual,  Major  Kellogg's  voice 
at  last  gained  the  ascendancy,  and  he  delivered  himself 
of  the  following  dictum : 

"Now,  two  elements  enter  into  the  catching  of  a  fish 

skill  and  luck.  It  was  by  skillful  casting  of  the  fly" 
— here  both  Bennett  and  Crandall  shrunk  visibly — 
"that  our  friend  Crandall  hooked  the  fish.  It  was  not 
by  any  apparent  lack  of  skill  that  the  fish  got  away, 
Bennett's  capture  of  the  fish  was  pure  luck.  Thus,  bal- 
ancing skill  against  luck,  we  find " 

"But,"  persisted  another  disputant,  "after  the  fish  got 
away,  Crandall  had  no  claim  on  him.  He  was  any- 
body's fish." 

At  this  instant  a  miss  of  fifteen,  consisting  mainly 
of  fluffy  finery,  enthusiasm,  and  voice,  came  skipping 
around  the  corner  of  the  veranda.  Nothing  daunted 
by  the  dozen  voices  that  were  clamoring  at  once,  she 
broke  in  with :  "Oh,  have  you  heard  the  wonderful 
news  ?" 

All  turned  inquiringly  toward  her. 

"Well,"  she  said,  dramatically  and  confidentially,  "it 
was  a  dead  secret,  but  Mrs.  Hurley  told  Mrs.  Allen, 
and  Mrs.  Allen  told  Mrs.  Townsend,  and  gradually  it 
spread  all  over  the  place,  and  they  have-'fessed  up,  and 
they're  going  to  be  married  in  the  spring." 

'Who  are  to  be  married  ?"  demanded  Bennett. 

'Who?"  was  all  Crandall  could  gasp. 

'Why,  Alice  Hurley  and  Professor  Cooper,  of  course. 
Oh!   Who  caught  the  Scarred  Steelhead?" 

Echo  was  too  weary  to  answer  "Who?" 

W.  J.  Weymouth. 

San   Francisco.   August.   1912. 


London  once  bad  a  Six  o'Clock  Club,  which  consisted 
of  six  members  only  who  met  at  six  o'clock  in  the  even- 
ing and  separated  at  six  o'clock  in  the  morning.  Dr. 
Brooks  and  the  celebrated  Greek  scholar  Porson  were 
members  of  this  club. 


August  31,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


135 


MIDSUMMER  SHAKESPEARE. 


A  Festival  of  Drama  and   Folk-Dance  at  Stratford-on-Avon. 


If  there  is  one  man  in  England  who  has  a  legitimate 
right  to  turn  an  honest  penny  by  the  plays  of  William 
Shakespeare  that  man  is  Francis  Robert  Benson.  Sev- 
eral Bensons  are  not  without  fame  in  the  United 
States,  but  it  is  doubtful  whether  this  bearer  of  the 
name  is  as  well  known  across  the  Atlantic  as  he  de- 
serves. He  is  not  a  member  of  the  Benson  family, 
sons  of  the  archbishop,  who  include  the  Arthur  C.  of 
"Upton  Letters"  and  the  E.  F.  of  "Dodo"  fame.  No, 
F.  R.  Benson  began  his  career  without  the  advantage 
of  having  a  high  dignitary  for  a  father,  and  has  pur- 
sued it  resolutely  in  the  face  of  metropolitan  indiffer- 
ence. 

Now  in  his  fifty-fourth  year,  it  was  as  a  young  man 
of  twenty-four  that  he  joined  Henry  Irving's  famous 
company  at  the  Lyceum  Theatre  in  London.  In  the 
following  year,  however,  he  formed  a  company  of  his 
own  and  from  that  date  has  devoted  himself  almost 
entirely  to  the  Shakespearean  drama.  And  he  has 
followed  one  policy  from  1883  to  this  day.  His  watch- 
words then  were  and  still  are:  "Shakespeare  and  the 
National  Drama,"  "Short  Runs,"  "No  Stars,"  "All- 
Round  Competence,"  and  "Unostentatious  Setting." 
Hence  the  indifference  of  London.  Mr.  Benson  has 
won  his  triumphs  solely  in  the  provincial  towns  and 
in  Scotland  and  Ireland.  On  his  rare  visits  to  the 
capital  the  critics  have  in  the  main  adopted  the 
"country-bumpkin"  attitude,  ignoring  the  fact  that  Mr. 
Benson's  company  has  been  the  training-school  of  many 
of  the  players  who  are  now  the  favorites  of  the  town. 

As  the  interpreter  of  Shakespeare  Mr.  Benson  can 
claim  a  unique  record.  He  has  actually  staged  no 
fewer  than  thirty  of  the  bard's  plays,  and  has  placed  to 
his  credit  a  performance  of  "Hamlet"  in  which  the 
entire  tragedy  was  given.  It  occupied  nearly  six 
hours,  but  was  a  revelation  to  those  who  were  familiar 
only  with  that  distorted  version  which  omits  a  third 
of  the  original  text.  It  was  a  justification,  too,  of  Mr. 
Benson's  "No  Star"  gospel,  for  it  proved  that  the  usual 
predominance  of  Hamlet  himself  is  fatal  to  the  artistic 
unity  of  the  tragedy. 

As  Mr.  Benson  has  dedicated  all  his  powers  as  an 
actor,  his  gifts  as  a  manager,  and  his  talents  as  an 
instructor  to  the  art  of  Shakespeare  it  is  hardly  sur- 
prising that  his  name  is  held  in  honor  and  affection  in 
the  dramatist's  native  town  of  Stratford-on-Avon.  For 
nearly  a  quarter  of  a  century,  then,  he  has  been  called 
upon  year  after  year  to  superintend  the  Shakespeare 
festivals  of  the  town.  Two  are  held  every  year,  one 
in  the  spring  to  coincide  with  the  poet's  birthday,  the 
second  at  midsummer  to  synchronize  with  the  pilgrim 
invasion.  It  is  this  midsummer  carnival  which  is  in 
full  swing  at  the  moment  of  writing. 

Now  the  Benson  repertory  company  is  never  seen 
to  better  advantage  than  at  Stratford  during  the  mid- 
summer festival.  The  programme  is  fuller  than  at  the 
spring  celebration,  more  promising  recruits  are  brought 
forward,  the  audiences  are  large  and  more  apprecia- 
tive, and  the  festival  is  made  the  occasion  of  various 
kinds  of  related  experiments.  During  the  past  week, 
then,  the  performance  of  "As  You  Like  It"  has  pro- 
duced in  Dorothy  Green  a  new  Rosalind  of  rare  gifts 
and  accomplishments.  Miss  Green  gave  a  reading  of 
the  part  which  was  at  once  intellectual  and  full  of 
charm.  Having  been  trained  in  the  Benson  school, 
her  diction  is  both  graceful  and  audible,  and  those 
qualities  were  admirably  reinforced  with  delightful 
banter  and  womanly  freshness.  Nor  was  this  Miss 
Green's  sole  triumph ;  in  such  diverse  parts  as  Lydia 
Languish  in  "The  Rivals,"  Hermia  in  "A  Midsummer 
Night's  Dream,"  and  Mrs.  Ford  in  "The  Merry  Wives 
of  Windsor"  she  was  equally  at  home. 

And,  that  the  gentler  sex  might  not  carry  off  all 
the  laurels  of  the  festival,  Mr.  Benson  also  introduced 
in  Harry  Herbert  an  actor  who  as  Falstaff  one  day 
and  as  Bottom  another  gave  additional  proof  of  the 
value  of  the  Bensonian  training.  It  were  hard  to  de- 
cide which  was  the  finer  performance.  As  Bottom  Mr. 
Herbert  was  aided  by  a  remarkably  excellent  make-up, 
his  ass's  head  being  a  triumph  of  stage  taxidermy,  but 
he  owed  far  more  to  the  dextrous  manner  in  which 
he  used  his  voice  and  the  spontaneity  with  which  he 
introduced  many  touches  of  "business"  that  had  no 
doubt  cost  a  wealth  of  study.  But,  after  all,  Mr.  Her- 
bert's Falstaff  was  an  even  greater  achievement,  for  in 
the  sum  total  it  reached  farther  and  went  deeper.  He 
repictured,  that  is,  not  merely  the  fat  knight  of  gross 
habits,  the  frail  old  rascal  of  many  vices,  but  also  that 
substratum  of  lovable  nature  which  could  not  have 
been  lacking  in  the  boon  companion  of  Prince  Hal. 
In  the  end  Mr.  Herbert  left  his  audience  with  a  feeling 
of  pity,  which  was  doubtless  as  Shakespeare  would 
have  it. 

Perhaps  Mr.  Benson  would  object  to  all  this  as  con- 
trary to  his  doctrine  of  "No  Stars."  Not,  by  any 
means,  that  he  grudges  a  triumph  for  any  member  o'f 
his  company.  His  sole  jealousy  is  for  the  master  him- 
self. The  stars  that  Shakespeare  made  he  is  willing 
shall  shine  in  their  full  radiance.  And  his  method  is 
in  nothing  better  illustrated  than  in  the  restraint  he 
imposes  upon  his  production  of  "Richard  II."  Who 
does  not  know  the  temptation  which  assails  the  actor 
cast  for  John  of  Gaunt?  It  is  a  small  part  with  one 
great  opportunity.  But  the  opportunity  is  too  often 
wrested  to  the  ruin  of  the  scene.  When  Gaunt  comes 
to  his  resounding  panegyric  of  England  he  speaks  as  a 
dying  man   gifted   with   the   prophetic   second-sight   of 


expiring  life,  and  a  note  of  ineffable  pathos  should 
surcharge  his  speech.  But  too  often  the  actor,  con- 
scious of  the  footlights  and  eager  for  applause,  gives 
the  lines  in  the  spirit  of  an  aggressive  patriot  and  ruins 
all.  Mr.  Benson,  however,  here  as  in  so  many  other 
places,  goes  back  to  Shakespeare  and  sees  that  the 
passage  is  spoken  as  the  despairing  cry  of  an  old  and 
dying  man. 

As  a  variant  to  the  trained  efforts  of  the  Benson 
company  the  pilgrims  at  the  midsummer  festival  have 
had  an  opportunity  to  appraise  the  efforts  of  one  of 
those  village  bands  of  actors  who  are  arresting  atten- 
tion in  different  parts  of  England.  This  particular 
company  came  from  the  village  of  Alvechurch  and 
elected  to  perform  "As  You  Like  It."  The  intention 
was  better  than  the  execution.  The  rustic  actors 
showed  that  they  had  a  good  working  conception  of  the 
comedy,  and  a  right  value  of  its  beauties,  but  their 
delivery  of  blank  verse  revealed  their  lack  of  training 
and  their  enunciation  was  often  at  fault.  But  during 
the  interval  a  score  of  the  children  of  Alvechurch  took 
the  stage  and  sung  a  number  of  action  songs  in  so 
spirited  a  manner  as  to  make  full  amends  for  the  de- 
fects of  their  elders. 

That  interlude  was  typical  of  a  type  of  attraction 
which  has  lent  added  interest  and  enjoyment  to  this 
midsummer  festival.  For  the  season  of  Mr.  Benson 
has  been  supplemented  by  the  holding  of  the  first  con- 
gress of  the  English  Folk-Dance  Society,  an  organiza- 
tion under  the  direction  of  Cecil  Sharp  which  has  set 
itself  the  formidable  task  of  reviving  the  traditional 
music  and  dances  of  rural  England.  The  movement  is 
the  monument  of  Mr.  Sharp's  enthusiasm  and  industry. 
For  years  he  has  been  roaming  about  England  with  a 
note-book  and  an  inquisitive  mind.  He  has  invented 
his  own  system  of  chorography  for  the  recording  of 
the  steps  and  gestures  and  figures  of  the  old  village 
dances,  and  has  trained  a  number  of  skilled  demon- 
strators whose  services  are  at  the  disposal  of  all  who 
wish  to  aid  in  the  renaissance  of  "Merry  England." 

Had  the  weather  been  kind  the  illustrative  dances 
were  to  have  been  given  on  the  lawn  by  the  Avon  in 
front  of  the  Memorial  Theatre,  but  the  elements  made 
an  adjournment  indoors  necessary.  Even  with  that 
disadvantage,  however,  the  demonstrations  captured  the 
fancy  of  all  who  saw  them  and  inspired  every  one  with 
enthusiasm  for  the  work  of  the  Folk-Dance  Society. 
Set  to  the  old-time  music,  which  has  been  laboriously 
unearthed  by  Dr.  Vaughan  Williams,  many  of  the 
measures  were  wholly  delightful  for  their  picturesque 
movement  and  grouping  and  pose.  More  elaborate 
were  the  examples  of  the  Morris  dance  or  the  proces- 
sional dance,  each  of  which  bore  witness  to  their  re- 
ligious origin.  Altogether,  then,  the  midsummer  fes- 
tival at  Stratford  has  been  as  educational  as  enjoyable, 
and  if  Shakespeare  has  not  so  entirely  dominated  the 
procedings  as  in  past  years  it  is  at  least  true  that  the 
folk-lore  programmes  have  not  been  out  of  harmony 
with  the  prevailing  atmosphere  of  his  plays. 

Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Stratford-on-Avon,  August  13,  1912. 
■»■ 

In  one  of  the  apartments  at  University  College,  Pro- 
fessor Flinders  Petrie  has  placed  on  exhibition  some 
remarkably  interesting  antiquities  unearthed  at  Tark- 
han,  Heliopolis,  and  Memphis,  under  the  auspices  of 
the  British  School  of  Archaeology  in  Egypt.  A  great 
sheet  of  linen  which  is  placed  on  exhibition  is  as  fresh 
and  as  firm  as  when  cut  from  the  original  length — and 
it  is  some  6000  years  old.  So  likewise  with  the  wood- 
work, which  in  but  few  instances  shows  signs  of  decay. 
Here  are  boxes  that  served  their  purpose  as  funeral 
caskets,  built  of  planks  of  acacia  and  shittim  wood,  and 
as  firm  and  secure  as  when  lowered  into  the  bosom  of 
the  earth  in  dim  antiquity. 

m»w 

The  poorer  classes  of  Mexico  use  the  tortilla  not  only 
as  a  food,  but  make  it  serve  also  as  fork  and  spoon. 
It  is  folded  into  a  sort  of  scoop  and  used  in  eating 
beans,  thick  soup,  rice,  hash,  or  anything  else  usually 
lifted  to  the  mouth  with  fork  or  spoon.  Many  of  the 
poorer  classes  are  not  accustomed  to  the  use  of  knife. 
fork,  or  spoon.  Tortillas  are  sold  in  large  quantities 
in  the  market  fresh  and  hot  at  six  for  one  cent.  They 
are  considered  a  very  nourishing  article  of  food.  Many 
laborers  do  a  long,  hard  day's  work  on  a  diet  of  tor- 
tillas, beans,  chili  sauce,  and  black  coffee. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


There  are  only  1018  Japanese  in  the  Island  Empire 
who  have  $250,000  or  more,  according  to  a  compilation 
recently  made  by  a  Japanese  newspaper.  The  richest 
islander  is  Baron  Mitsui,  who  is  rated  at  $20,000,000. 
Though  millionaires  are  still  comparatively  few  and  far 
between  in  a  population  of  51,000,000.  their  number  is 
rapidly  increasing,  for  ten  years  ago  there  were  but 
441  persons  who  could  boast  the  possession  of  a  quar- 
ter of  a  million. 

Reports  from  Germany  say  that  the  stork  is  disap- 
pearing. Naturalists  have  been  investigating  the 
causes  of  the  stork's  disappearance,  and  peasants  have 
been  encouraged  to  build  nests  for  the  birds  and  supply 
them  with  food.  But  the  sportsmen  want  the  country 
rid  of  them,  because  they  interfere  with  the  game  birds. 
And  the  sportsmen  are  having  their  way. 

"Spinster,"  as  a  term,  owes  its  origin  In  tin-  fact  that 
in  olden  days  the  law  did  not  permit  a  woman  to  marry 
until  she  had  spun  a  complete  set  of  linen.  There  was 
a  particularly  wholesome  restraint  about  some  of  the 
old  laws. 


Gentle  Alice  Brown. 
It  was  a  robber's  daughter,  and   her   name   was  Alice    Brown, 
Her  father  was  the  terror  of  a  small  Italian  town  : 
Her  mother  was  a  foolish,  weak,  but  amiable  old  thing ; 
But  it  isn't  of  her  parents  that  I'm  going  for  to  sing. 

As  Alice  was  a-sitting  at  her  window-sill  one  day, 
A  beautiful  young  gentleman  he  chanced  to  pass  that  way  ; 
She  cast  her  eyes  upon  him,  and  he  looked  so  good  and  triiL\ 
That  she   thought,    "I   could   be   happy   with    a   gentleman   like 
you  1" 

And  every  morning  passed  her  house  that  cream  of  gentlemen, 

She  knew  she  might  expect  him  at  a  quarter  unto  ten  ; 

A  sorter  in  the  custom-house  it  was  his  daily  road 

(The  custom-house  was  fifteen  minutes'  walk  from  her  abode). 

But  Alice  was  a  pious  girl,  who  knew  it  wasn't  wise 
To  look  at  strange  young  sorters  with  expressive  purple  eyes ; 
So   she   sought   the  village  priest   to   whom   her   family   con- 
fessed. 
The  priest  by  whom  their  little  sins  were  carefully  assessed. 

"Oh,   holy  father,"  Alice   said,  "  'twould  grieve   you,   would   it 

not, 
To  discover  that  I  was  a  most  disreputable  lot? 
Of  all  unhappy  sinners  I'm  the  most  unhappy  one !" 
The    padre    said,    "Whatever    have    you    been    and   gone    and 

done?" 

"I  have  helped  mamma  to  steal  a  little  kiddy  from  its  dad, 
I've  assisted  dear  papa  in  cutting  up   a  little  lad, 
I've  planned  a  little  burglary   and  forged   a  little  cheque. 
And  slain  a  little  baby  for  the  coral  on  its  neck !" 

The  worthy   pastor  heaved   a  sigh,   and  dropped  a  silent   tear, 
And  said,  "You  mustn't  judge  yourself  too  heavily,  my  dear; 
It's  wrong  to  murder  babies,  little  corals  for  to  fleece; 
But  sins  like  these  one  expiates  at  half-a-crown  apiece. 

"Girls  will  be  girls — you're  very  young,  and  flighty  in   your 

mind  ; 
Old  heads  upon  young  shoulders  we  must  not  expect  to  find  : 
We  mustn't  be  too  hard  upon   these  little  girlish  tricks — 
Let's    see — five    crimes    at    half-a-crown — exactly    twelve-and- 

six." 

"Oh,    father,"    little    Alice    cried,    "your    kindness    makes    mc 

weep, 
You  do  these  little  things  for  me  so   singularly  cheap — 
Your  thoughtful   liberality   I   never  can   forget; 
But,  oh !  there  is  another  crime  I  haven't  mentioned  yet ! 

"A  pleasant-looking  gentleman,  with  pretty  purple  eyes, 
I've  noticed  at  my  window,  as  I've  sat  a-catching  flies ; 
He  passes  by  it  every  day  as  certain  as  can  be — 
I  blush  to  say  I've  winked  at  him,  and  he  has  winked  at  me !" 

"For  shame!"  said  Father   Paul,  "my  erring  daughter!     On 

my  word 
This  is  the  most  distressing  news  that  I  have  ever  heard. 
Why,  naughty  girl,  your  excellent  papa  has  pledged  your  hand 
To  a  promising  young  robber,  the  lieutenant  of  his  band  ! 

"This   dreadful   piece   of  news   will   pain   your  worthy   parents 

so ; 
They  are  the  most  remunerative  customers  I  know  ; 
For  many,  many  years  they've  kept  starvation  from  my  doors ; 
I  never  knew  so  criminal  a  family  as  yours ! 

"The  common  country  folk  in  this  insipid  neighborhood 
Have  nothing  to  confess,  they're  so  ridiculously  good ; 
And  if  you  marry   any   one   respectable   at  all, 
Why,   you'll   reform,   and   what   will   then   become   of   Father 
Paul  ?" 

The  worthy  priest,  he  up  and  drew  his  cowl  upon  his  crown, 
And  started  off  in  haste  to  tell  the  news  to  Robber  Brown — 
To  tell  him  how  his  daughter,  who  was  now  for  marriage  lit. 
Had  winked  upon  a  sorter,  who  reciprocated  it. 

Good  Robber  Brown  he  muffled  up  his  anger  pretty  well ; 
He  said,  "I  have  a  notion,  and  that  notion  I  will  tell ; 
I  will  nab  this  gay  young  sorter,  terrify  him  into  fits, 
And  get  my  gentle  wife  to  chop  him  into  little  bits. 

"I've  studied  human  nature,  and  I  know  a  thing  or  two  : 
Though  a  girl  may  fondly  love  a  living  gent,  as  many  do — 
A  feeling  of  disgust  upon  her  senses  there  will  fall 
When   she   looks   upon   his   body   chopped    particularly   small." 

He  traced  that  gallant  sorter  to  a  still  suburban  square ; 
He  watched  his  opportunity,  and  seized  him  unaware ; 
He  took  a  life-preserver  and  he  hit  him  on  the  head. 
And  Mrs.  Brown  dissected  him  before  she  went  to  bed. 

And  pretty  little  Alice  grew  more  settled  in  her  mind. 
She  never  more  was  guilty  of  a  weakness  of  the  kind. 
Until  at  length  good  Robber  Brown  bestowed  her  pretty  hand 
On   the   promising   young   robber,    the   lieutenant   of   his   hand. 

— W.  S.  Gilbert. 

Night  schools  which  have  been  established  in  the 
Kentucky  mountains  include  pupils  up  to  the  age  of 
eighty-six.  The  elementary  studies  are  taken  up.  To 
save  the  embarrassment  of  using  primers,  current 
events  and  news  items  are  correlated  with  reading,  the 
reading  text  being  a  little  newspaper  prepared  espe- 
cially for  beginners.  Bible  study  is  especially  popular 
with  the  pupils,  many  of  whom  learned  to  read  in  two 
weeks'  time,  which  is  conclusive  evidence  that  grown- 
ups learn  with  astonishing  rapidity.  In  one  reading 
class  of  twenty-five  pupils  "not  a  single  member  is 
under  seventy-five  years  old,"  and  the  eldest,  "Aunt 
Dicie"  Carter,  who  is  eighty-six.  is  described  as  "the 
oldest  public-school  pupil  in  the  United  States." 


The  water  in  a  great  many  public  fountains,  whether 
for  man  or  beast,  comes  out  of  a  lion's  mouth.  I 'id 
you  ever  stop  to  think  why  a  lion's  head  should  he 
chosen  in  preference  to  any  other  design?  This  is  said 
to  be  the  reason:  Among  the  ancient  Egyptians  the 
rising  of  the  waters  of  the  River  Nile  was  the  most  im- 
portant event  of  the  year,  as  it  meant  life  and  pros- 
perity to  the  whole  nation.  This  rising  of  the  waters 
always  look  place  when  the  sun  was  in  the  constellation 
of  Leo  or  the  lion,  so  they  adopted  the  shape  of  a  lion 
as  the  symbol  for  the  life-giving  waters  of  the  Nile, 
and  all  their  fountains  were  carved  with  a  lion's  head. 
The  Greeks  and  Romans  copied  this  symbol,  and  so  it 
has  come  down  to  us. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  31,  1912. 


THE  HOME  OF  OMAR  KHAYYAM. 


Professor  Jackson    Tells  of  His    Travels    in    Transcaucasia 
and  Northern  Persia. 


Professor  A.  V.  Williams  Jackson,  who  probably 
knows  more  about  Persia  than  any  other  living  Ameri- 
can, describes  his  recent  journey  to  the  home  of  Omar 
Khayyam  as  having  the  semblance,  at  least,  of  a  pil- 
grimage. But  while  the  home  of  the  poet  served  as  a 
goal  and  a  destination  the  journey  had  an  historic  and 
a  literary  purpose  as  well  as  a  pious  one.  The  author's 
earlier  volume  may  be  said  to  have  revolved  around 
Zoroaster  as  its  centre,  but  in  his  present  work  he 
places  Alexander  the  Great  in  the  position  of  honor 
and  so  "adds  another  link  between  the  interests  of  East 
and  West."  Beginning  his  journey  at  Constantinople, 
be  traveled  along  the  shores  of  the  Black  Sea  and  the 
Caspian,  across  Northern  Persia,  and  into  Russian  Asia. 
And  he  promises  us  a  second  volume  to  cover  the  terri- 
tory beyond  the  Caspian  into  the  heart  of  Asia. 

Professor  Jackson's  aim  is  distinctly  a  scholarly  one. 
While  it  would  be  impossible  to  avoid  all  references 
to  modern  Persia  and  to  modern  conditions,  his  interest 
is  mainly  with  the  past  and  its  glories  rather  than  with 
the  present  and  its  futile  struggles  for  votes  and  democ- 
racy. In  Constantinople  he  has  nothing  to  tell  us  about 
Young  Turks,  the  constitution,  or  the  new  wine  of  a 
national  life  that  is  being  poured  into  such  perilously 
old  bottles.  A  score  of  interesting  places,  he  says, 
were  inviting  attention,  but  the  gem  of  them  all  was  the 
supposed  sarcophagus  of  Alexander  the  Great,  dis- 
covered on  the  site  of  ancient  Sidon,  a  sarcophagus  that 
must  certainly  have  been  intended  for  great  purposes, 
but  not  for  such  heroic  dust  as  this: 

Still  more  difficult  than  the  riddle  of  authorship  is  the 
problem  of  determining  for  whose  mortal  remains  the  mag- 
nificent coffin  was  chiseled.  The  first  and  natural  inference 
was  that  it  must  have  been  designed  for  Alexander,  as  all 
students  of  Greek  art  concede  that  he  is  twice  (and  possibly 
thrice)  represented  in  the  scenes  carved  on  its  sides.  There 
are  serious  obstacles,  however,  in  the  way  of  this  assignment, 
especially  the  difficulty  of  accounting  for  the  presence  of  the 
sarcophagus  at  Sidon,  whereas  tradition  holds  that  Alexan- 
der's remains  were  finally  laid  to  rest  at  Alexandria.  For 
that  reason,  even  though  the  tomb  still  goes  popularly  under 
Alexander's  name,  and  although,  as  Joubin  emphasizes,  there 
is  nothing  a  priori  to  refute  the  hypothesis  that  it  was  origi- 
nally at  least  "ordered  and  executed" — commando  et  execute 
— for  his  coffin,  nevertheless,  the  consensus  of  scholarly  opin- 
ion is  practically  unanimous  in  the  view  that  the  marble  was 
not   chiseled   to   receive  Alexander's  body. 

Professor  Jackson  devotes  two  chapters  to  the  city 
of  Baku  on  the  Caspian  Sea,  which  he  holds  to  be  the 
real  starting  point  for  the  journey  to  Persia.  Baku, 
he  tells  us.  is  a  city  founded  upon  oil,  producing  one- 
fifth  part  of  the  world's  consumption  and  celebrated  for 
its  petroleum  as  early  as  the  thirteenth  century,  when 
European  travelers  first  began  to  speak  of  a  natural 
phenomenon  that  seemed  to  be  almost  miraculous : 

Old  and  new.  ancient  and  modern,  past  and  present,  com- 
mingle in  the  make-up  of  Baku.  It  is  the  same  repeated 
story  of  an  Eastern  town  transformed  into  a  Western  city,  or, 
rather,  of  a  modern  city  of  nearly  a  quarter  of  a  million 
population  sprung  up  out  of  an  ancient  settlement.  There  is 
a  common  belief  that  the  natural  fires  in  its  vicinity  were 
associated  from  the  earliest  antiquity  with  the  ancient  worship 
of  the  Zoroastrians,  but  of  this  unproved  claim  I  shall  speak 
below.  A  local  tradition  maintains  that  the  town  existed 
under  the  name  of  Khansar  long  before  the  time  of  Alex- 
ander the  Great  though  it  then  occupied  a  position  somewhat 
south  of  the  present  site :  and  the  account  also  narrates  a 
fanciful  legend  of  how  "Aristoon"  (Aristotle),  at  Alexan- 
der's bidding,  destroyed  the  place  by  means  of  some  artifice, 
after  which  the  present  Badkubah  (Baku)  came  into  exist- 
ence. In  any  event  we  have  material  in  the  early  Arab- 
Persian  geographers  to  trace  the  history  of  the  town  back 
for  a  thousand  years. 

Thus,  Masudi  (943  A.  D.)  speaks  of  Baku  as  having  been 
ravaged  by  the  Russians ;  he  calls  it  "the  place  of  naphtha" 
(naffatat ) ,  alludes  to  its  "volcanoes,"  and  adds,  "there  are 
wells  nf  fire  coming  out  of  the  ground,  and  there  are  islands 
opposite  the  naphtha-place  in  which  there  are  wells  of  great 
fires  that  can  be  seen  at  a  distance  in  the  night"  :  he  also 
mentions  the  "white  naptha"  produced  here.  Istakhri  (951 
A.  D.)  likewise  tells  of  the  presence  of  naft;  while  Mukaddasi 
(895  A.  D.)  draws  attention  to  the  significant  fact  that  Baku 
is  a  seaport  town.  Yakut  (1225  A.  D.)  states  that  one  of 
the  oil  wells  daily  produces  oil  to  the  value  of  "a  thousand 
dirhams"  (about  $200) — a  mere  bagatelle  today — and  adds 
that  another  well,  close  by  it.  "flows  night  and  day  with 
while  naphtha,"  and  that  all  the  ground  round  about  was 
rendered  highly  inflammable  by  the  presence  of  oil.  The  in- 
scriptions on  the  buildings  in  the  citadel,  as  given  below,  show 
that  in  mediaeval  times  Baku  possessed  wealthy  and  influential 
men.  for  only  such  citizens  could  have  erected  edifices  so 
imposing. 

Leaving  Baku,  the  author  tells  us  that  he  was  struck 
by  the  squads  nf  Russian  troops  that  were  his  fellow- 
passengers  on  the  Caspian  steamer.  But  there  was 
untiling  new  about  Russian  aggressions  in  Persia,  for 
the  historian  Masudi,  a  thousand  years  ago,  tells  us  how 
the  Russians  invaded  Persia  and  ravaged  her  terri- 
tories.  Arriving  at  Rasht,  we  have  a  description  of 
the  melancholy  effect  nf  that  fever-ridden  district  and 
the  low  development  of  a  people  whose  miserable  lot  is 
emphasized  by  immorality  and  opium: 

During    the    whole   ride  wc  had  been   passing   through    field 

after  field  of   rice,   fl led   in   water   In  the  depth   nf  a   foot  or 

more,    and    forming    a    vcr;     c<     i 1    nf    malaria.     Here    the 

wretched  peasants  labor  ankle-deep  in  the  miry  water  day 
da)  during  tin  planting  and  harvesting  season  of  this 
staple,  which  ^im's  them  their  slender  subsistence,  in  every 
direction  were  to  be  seen  women  at  work-  the  livelong  day. 
their  rod  cotton  garments,  not  skirts,  tucked  up  like  trousers 
as  they  stooped  to  weed  "i  transplant  the  young  rice-shoots 
in  i lit-  filthy  mire,  while  the  men  plowed  up  the  wet  nuzc  with 
rude  bullock-i'rawn  plows,  Vccording  \<-  mosl  account  the 
moral    statutt   ot    this   miserable    folk    is  .-is  degraded   as   their 

low   means   til    livelil I.     No  wonder  is  it    that    the  children 

icklj    ;  ml   puny,    when   they   are   said   to   he   brought    up 

babvl     "1    loses    ..I"    opium,    administered    to    brin^ 

their  mother^ labors   in   the   dank    fields,  or   while 

i\     1"      wasting     liis    paltry    Camions    in     the    tca- 
Pcsian  substitute  for  the  saloon,  generally  accom- 


panied by  facilities  for  the  use  of  tobacco  and  opium.  Some- 
times it  happens  that  the  joint  winnings  of  the  household 
are  swept  away  when  the  swollen  streams  break  the  dikes 
of  the  rice-fields,  rushing  over  a  wide  area,  and  utterly  de- 
stroying the   crops,  as  we  witnessed  that  very   day. 

Lasgird;  of  which  we  have  a  short  description,  must 
have  been  on  the  route  of  Alexander  when,  as  we  are 
told,  "he  marched  with  greater  speed  than  ever'  after 
hearing  that  Darius  had  been  traitorously  seized.  Las- 
gird  is  an  ancient  fortified  town  first  mentioned  in  the 
fourth  century,  although  probably  far  older.  Its  cita- 
del is  a  clay  mound  used  as  a  stronghold  against  the 
marauding  Turkomans,  of  whom  some  singularly  un- 
pleasant stories  are  told : 

Lasgird  and  its  vicinity,  like  other  parts  of  Khurasan,  have 
harrowing  tales  to  tell  of  the  marauding  Turkomans  in  by- 
gone days,  or  of  the  three  thousand  years  of  warfare  between 
Turan  and  Iran.  When  least  expected  these  savage  horse- 
men would  dash  over  the  mountain  border  and  sweep  down 
upon  the  Persian  towns  and  villages  in  the  plain,  leaving  in 
their  wake  a  trail  of  slaughter,  rapine,  and  plunder  as  they 
galloped  away  with  their  booty,  turning,  however,  like  the 
fleeing  Parthians  of  old,  to  discharge  their  missiles  as  they 
rode.  Here  and  there,  dotting  the  plain,  one  sees  among 
the  grain-fields  high  towers  of  refuge  to  which  the  peasants 
fled,  sickle  and  mattock  in  hand,  when  the  dread  word  was 
brought — "The  Turkomans  are  coming!"  If  any  luckless 
wight  failed  then  to  reach  a  place  of  safe  retreat,  his  lot 
was  cruel  slavery  if  not  immediate  death.  The  latter  pen- 
alty was  sometimes  inflicted  in  a  barbarous  manner.  The 
captive's  arms  were  bound,  and  after  a  brass  plate  had  been 
heated  white  hot  a  skillful  stroke  of  a  sword  smote  off  the 
victim's  head ;  the  heated  plate  was  clapped  on  the  decapi- 
tated trunk  to  check  the  flow  of  blood,  and  the  arms  were 
loosened  so  that  the  body  might  be  allowed  to  go  through  the 
contortions  of  death  like  a  chicken.  Incidents  of  this 
savagery  occurred  as  recently  as  two  generations  ago ;  but 
fortunately  no  recurrence  has  been  possible  since  Russia  put 
her  stern  curb  on  the  hordes  of  Turan,  making  Transcaspia 
and  Turkistan  a  part  of  her  Asiatic  domain.  Today  one 
meets  numerous  Turkoman  caravans  moving  peaceably 
through    Khurasan. 

Damghan  is  another  reminder  of  the  march  of  Alex- 
ander, as  he  is  said  to  have  camped  here  for  six  months 
with  200,000  men,  and  in  spite  of  this  the  price  of  pro- 
visions remained  unchanged.  A  fearful  earthquake 
nearly  destroyed  the  town  in  856  A.  D.,  and  then  came 
the  invasion  by  the  ruler  of  Tabaristan,  who  was  fol- 
lowed by  the  Mongol  hordes  under  Chingiz  Khan : 

The  story  of  deeds  of  horror  enacted  at  Damghan  would  be 
incomplete  without  the  grewsome  tale  of  the  garden  of  pris- 
oners of  war  planted  head  downwards  by  Zaki  Khan,  a 
cousin  and  half-brother  of  the  head  of  the  Zand  dynasty, 
after  he  had  quelled  here,  in  1763,  a  revolt  by  the  Kajar 
tribe,  who  were  destined  later  to  furnish  Persia  with  her 
ruling  line.  Tying  each  captive"  to  the  lopped-off  bough  of  a 
tree,  and  sinking  these  in  the  ground  at  regular  intervals, 
he  allowed  his  victims  slowly  to  suffocate  in  the  earth  while 
the  leaves  waved  exultantly  above  their  heels !  No  less  in- 
human was  the  torture  inflicted  by  the  Kajar  founder,  Agha 
Muhammad,  upon  Shah  Rukh.  the  blind  grandson  of  Nadir 
Shah,  at  Mashad  in  1 796.  With  royal  barbarity  he  placed 
upon  the  hapless  monarch's  head  a  crown  of  paste,  filled 
with  boiling  oil,  so  that  the  wretched  ruler  died  from  his 
sufferings  some  days  later  at  Damghan,  while  his  throne  was 
seized  by  the  perpetrator.  Yet  one  thing  more — and  this  a 
brighter  one — the  renowned  Fath  AH  Shah,  who  succeeded 
his  bloody  eunuch-uncle,  was  born  at  Damghan  in  1769,  and 
became  the  real  founder  of  the  Kajar  dynasty  that  still 
reigns  over  Persia. 

It  would  seem  that  Omar  is  better  known  in  the  West 
than  in  his  native  land.  The  author  tells  us  that  on 
his  approach  to  Nishapur  the  road  was  thronged  with 
pilgrims  carrying  the  green  banners  of  Islam,  but  thev 
certainly  were  not  on  their  way  to  the  tomb  of  Omar 
and  only  a  few  would  have  heard  of  him,  although  his 
tomb  was  in  their  midst: 

If  questioned  about  Nishapur  and  its  history,  some  of 
them,  by  the  merest  chance,  might  have  told  us  stray  snatches 
of  the  legendary  tales  of  the  town,  while  among  a  few  there 
might  linger  the  memory  that  the  storms  of  the  Tartar  and 
Mongol  invasions  had  swept  over  the  city  in  the  early  thir- 
teenth century,  joining  more  than  once  with  devastating 
earthquakes  to  shift  the  site  of  Nishapur,  as  explained  here- 
after. Surely  all  would  know  that  the  blue  dome  of  the 
shrine  yonder  in  the  distance  was  raised  over  the  sacred  re- 
mains of  the  Imam-zadah  Muhammad  Mahruk.  mentioned 
hereafter  as  a  kinsman  of  the  sainted  Riza  of  Mashad  and 
a  pillar  of  the  faith.  Only  a  half-dozen  would  know  of  Omar, 
and  then  as  Kakim  Khayyam,  "Doctor  Khayyam,"  the  scien- 
tist and  astronomer  whose  computations  "reduced  the  year  to 
better  reckoning" ;  they  might  possibly  add  that  he  was  a 
philosopher  and  sage,  but  none  would  remember  him  as  a 
poet.  Omar,  in  fact,  has  not  the  qualities  that  appeal  to 
Muhammadan  orthodoxy  in  Persia.  He  was  a  Sunnite, 
whereas  they  belong  to  the  Shiite  sect;  his  very  name  recalls 
the  hated  Sunni  caliph  Omar  and  the  Arab  conquest ;  and  his 
wine-bibbing  verses,  except  when  given  a  strained  mystical 
and  allegorical  interpretation  by  the  Sufis,  are  taken  literally  ; 
while  his  freedom  of  thought  in  expressing  his  latitude  toward 
the  One  Eternal  Being  is  looked  upon  as  little  less  than 
blasphemy. 

Indeed  it  was  by  no  means  easy  to  find  the  tomb,  the 
driver  knowing  no  more  of  its  whereabouts  than  the 
passers-by  of  whom  he  inquired: 

It  was  hardly  surprising,  therefore,  that  our  driver  had 
not  the  faintest  idea  of  what  was  implied  by  the  name  Omar 
Khayyam  :  but  he  was  not  slow  to  make  up  for  his  lack  of 
knowledge  by  inquiring  of  the  next  passer-by  the  direction 
of  the  road  that  would  bring  us  to  "that  noted  Hakim  in  whom 
the  farangis  ( foreigners)  were  interested."  He  whipped  up 
his  four  horses  with  a  sharp  slash,  and  away  we  started,  only 
to  find  to  our  chagrin  that  the  road  led  to  the  house  of  a 
Jewish  quack  doctor  (hakim,  "doctor,  learned  man,"  having 
been  understood  in  the  sense  of  "physician"")  to  whom  some 
Europeans  had  once  eonc  for  medical  advice  when  passing 
through  Nishapur !  There  was  consequently  nothing  left  to 
do  but  wheel  about  and  drive  hurriedly  to  the  c!taf>ar-khanah. 
or  post-house. 

The  author  lingers  a  little  before  finally  introducing 
us  to  the  tomb  itself.  He  reminds  us  of  the  story  of 
Nizami  of  Samarkand,  who  visited  his  master's  grave 
sum,-  years  after  the  groat  man's  death  in  1123  and 
who  told  the  story  of  which  Professor  Jackson  here 
gives  us  tin-  translation : 

"At   Balkh,  in  the  year  506  A.  II.  0112-1113  A.  D.),  when 

( hn.ir    Khayyam    and    Muzzaffar-i    Isfari    had    put    up    at    the 

on    of  Amir  Abu   Sa'id  in  the   street  of  the   slave-dealers,    I 

joined  the  company,  and  in  the  midst  of  that  social  gathering 


I  heard  Omar,  that  Proof  of  Truth,  say  :  'My  grave  will  be 
in  a  place  where  every  spring  the  north  wind  will  scatter 
roses'  [gul,  literally  "rose,"  but  used  also  of  flowers  or  blos- 
soms in  general].  To  me  this  saying  seemed  incredible,  but 
I  knew  that  his  like  would  not  say  anything  foolish.  When 
I  came  to  Hiahapur  in  the  year  530  A.  H.  (1135-1136  A.  D.) 
— it  being  fourfteen]  years  since  that  great  soul  had  drawn 
on  the  veil  of  dust  (»„  e.,  died)  and  the  inferior  world  had 
become  orphaned  of  him — I  went  on  Friday  eve  to  visit  his 
tomb,  because  he  had  upon  me  the  claim  of  a  master.  I  took 
with  me  some  one  who  could  point  out  to  me  his  grave  (lit. 
"dust"),  and  he  took  me  out  to  the  Hirah  Cemetery.  I  turned 
to  the  left  and  saw  his  grave  (lit.  "dust")  located  at  the  end 
of  the  garden-wall.  Pear  trees  and  peach  trees  raised  their 
heads  from  outside  the  garden ;  and  so  great  a  shower  of 
blossoms  (shikufaO  was  poured  upon  his  grave  that  the  grave 
became  hidden  beneath  the  roses  igul,  literally  "rose,"  but 
used  also  of  flowers  or  blossoms  in  general]  ;  and  the  saying 
occurred  to  me,  which  I  had  heard  from  him  at  Balkh.  There- 
upon I  began  to  weep,  because  I  saw  nowhere  any  one  like 
to  him  in  all  this  world  or  in  all  the  regions  of  the  uni- 
verse." 

The  grave  of  Omar  is  beneath  an  arched  wing  that 
has  been  added  to  the  left  of  the  Mosque  of  the  Imam- 
zadah  Muhammed  Mahruk,  a  Moslem  saint  of  the 
eighth  century  A.  D.  and  who  has  well  nigh  a  monopoly 
of  the  honors  that  are  paid  by  the  devout : 

The  sarcophagus  stands  beneath  the  central  one  of  three 
arched  recesses,  its  niche  measuring  about  thirteen  feet 
across,  while  the  flanking  arches  measure  about  ten  feet 
each  and  are  empty.  A  couple  of  terraced  brick  steps  lead 
up  to  the  flooring  where  it  rests.  The  oblong  tomb  is  a 
simple  case  made  of  brick  and  cement,  the  poet's  remains 
reposing  beneath ;  and,  although  there  is  no  inscription  to 
tell  whose  bones  are  interred  below,  every  one  knows  that  it 
is  Omar's  grave.  Vandal  scribblers  (found  in  Persia  as  in 
every  other  land)  have  desecrated  it  with  random  scrawls, 
and  have  also  scratched  their  names  upon  the  brown  mortar 
of  the  adjoining  walls,  thus  disclosing  the  white  cement  un- 
derneath. A  stick  of  wood,  a  stone,  and  some  fragments  of 
shards  profaned  the  top  of  the  sarcophagus  when  we  saw  it. 
There  was  nothing  else,  I  was  tempted  to  lay  my  copy  of 
the  "Rubaiyat"  upon  it,  but  for  the  fact  that  I  knew  the 
little  book  would  promptly  be  carried  off  and  sold  to  the  first  _ 
possible  purchaser. 

The  visitors  were  greeted  politely  by  an  elderly  priest, 
who  offered  them  roses  as  a  sign  of  hospitality.  The 
garden  itself  is  rich  in  roses,  recalling  Omar's  predic- 
tion that  he  would  be  buried  where  roses  would  fall  in 
showers  upon  his  grave : 

It  is  to  be  regretted  that  some  of  Omar's  admirers  in  the 
Occident  do  not  provide  a  suitable  inscription  on  the  spot  to 
show  the  renown  he  enjoys  in  the  West.  However,  the  site 
where  he  rests,  like  the  tombs  of  Hafiz  and  Sa'di  at  Shiraz, 
is  preserved  from  forgetfulness  by  the  mosque  which  it  ad- 
joins. In  this  respect  it  is  not  like  that  of  the  great  epic 
poet  Firdausi,  which  is  practically  forgotten  amid  the  ruins 
of  Tus.  It  is  safe  to  predict,  moreover,  that  Omar's  growing 
fame  in  Europe  and  America  will  bring  other  pilgrims  to  his 
grave. 

We  .bad  paid  our  obeisance,  and  the  word  was  now  "re- 
turn." As  we  galloped  off  along  the  broad  road  leading  back 
to  the  town,  I  scattered  some  rose-leaves  by  the  way  in  order 
that  the  path  to  Omar's  tomb,  if  not  the  grave  itself,  might 
be  strewn  with  the  roses  that  he  loved. 

Before  leaving  Nishapur  that  night,  we  wished  to  taste  a 
draft  from  a  jug  of  the  wine  made  famous  by  Omar's  lines. 
Our  messenger  returned  after  a  search  around  the  town, 
only  to  bring  a  vile  specimen  of  Russian  vodka !  What 
would  the  spirit  of  Omar  have  said  about  "the  old  familiar 
juice"  ? 

The  approach  of  darkness  was  already  noticeable  as 
the  author  drove  out  of  the  city  to  resume  his  journey, 
passing  once  more  by  the  road  that  leads  near  Omar's 
grave,  and  so  the  horses  were  halted  to  allow  a  last 
adieu  to  the  poet  and  his  home : 

Happily  we  found  that  our  Armenian  servant,  Hovannes 
Agopian,  had  preserved  in  his  pack  a  pint  bottle  of  red  wine 
which  he  had  purchased  in  another  town  on  the  journey.  It 
seemed  the  fitting  hour  to  drain  a  cup  in  Omar's  memory, 
even  though  not  handed  by  the  Saki.  his  "cypress-slender 
minister  of  wine."  "Yon  waxing  moon"  was  already  rising, 
and  soon  would  be  looking  down  upon  the  quiet  garden  where 
Omar  lies  in  dust,  forming  no  longer  one  of  the  company  of 
"guests  star-scattered  on  the  grass."  We  joined  in  quaffing 
the  sparkling  cup  in  his  name  ;  and,  as  we  turned  down  the 
"empty  glass,"  it  was  with  the  wish  that  only  that  which  is 
best  may  remain  in  after  ages  connected  with  the  fame  of 
the  great  astronomer,  philosopher,  and  poet.  Then  off  we 
cantered,  falling  into  a  revery  and  wondering  about  the 
widely  divergent  views,  favorable  and  unfavorable,  that  are 
held  by  critics  of  Omar  Khayyam  in  the  West  and  in  the 
East.  Some  have  praised  his  verses  for  their  bold  expres- 
sion of  certain  thoughts  that  lie  deep  in  the  heart  of  man. 
More  have  decried  his  stanzas,  branding;  them  as  sensual  in 
their  portrayal  of  love,  pessimistic  in  their  philosophic  tone, 
and  blasphemous  in  their  attitude  of  irreligion.  As  to  the 
final  judgment  in  all  such  matters,  no  better  phrase  can  be 
used  than  the  old  familiar  one  of  the  Orient — "Allah  alone 
knows,  He  knows,  He  knows,  He  knows." 

It  need  hardly  be  said  that  Professor  Jackson  has 
given  us  a  work  not  only  of  profound  erudition,  but 
one  that  has  that  irradiating  touch  of  imagination  that 
supplements  and  adorns  history.  His  forthcoming  vol- 
ume will  complete  a  library  of  Persian  research  that  is 
without  a  parallel. 

From  Constantinople  to  the  Home  of  Omar 
Khayyam.  With  over  two  hundred  illustrations  and 
a  map.  By  A.  V.  Williams  Jackson.  New  York:  The 
Mactnillan    Company;    $3.50   net. 


On  emerging  from  the  railway  station  at  Zurich  one 
comes  across  three  middle-aged  women  kneeling  at. 
their  boxes  and  eager  to  impart  lustre  to  the  traveler's 
boots.  In  the  intervals  of  leisure  they  are  generally 
seen  knitting  stockings.  Search  the  rest  of  the  busy 
city  and  you  will  with  difficulty  be  able  to  get  your 
boots  cleaned. 

^m^   

China  is  a  vast  country  without  forests.  The  great 
plain  never  had  forests,  being  entirely  of  delta  forma- 
tion, and  the  mountainous  regions  to  the  north  and 
west  were  denuded  of  their  trees  centuries  ago.  The 
surface  soil  has  been  washed  away,  and  to  reforest  it' 
would  involve  uncertainty,  much  time,  and  great  for- 
tunes. 


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It  is  strange  that  for  a  realistic  morality  in 
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there  is  probably  no  novelist  elsewhere  who 
is  doing  quite  the  same  kind  of  work  as  Rene 
Bazin  or  who  is  so  little  perplexed  by  the 
problems  of  right  and  wrong.  And  yet  Bazin 
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It  is  not  without  significance  that  so 
weighty  an  examination  of  the  powers  of  the 
Supreme  Court  should  come  from  the  pen  of 
Dr.  Frank  J.  Goodnow,  Eaton  professor  or" 
administrative  law  at  Columbia  University. 
Upon  Supreme  Court  interpretations  of  the 
Constitution  must  depend  the  fate  of  much  of 
the  social  legislation  that  has  already  become 
law  in  other  countries  and  that  is  about  to 
be  advocated  in  our  own.  Must  we  consider 
that  all  such  projects  are  already  barred  in 
advance  by  a  legal  theory  that  "our  constitu- 
tions postulate  a  fixed  and  unchangeable  polit- 
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tinuous development?  The  author  sets  him- 
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nature  of  those  plans  of  reform  that  are 
likely  to  engage  us,  of  inquiring  into  the  atti- 
tude of  American  courts  toward  those  plans, 
and  finally  of  considering  what  pressure  may 
be  brought  upon  the  courts  in  order  to  align 
them  in  support  of  whatever  reforms  may  be 
considered   necessary. 

The  state  courts,  says  the  author  surpris- 
ingly, are  more  liable  to  be  conservative  than 
the  Supreme  Court.  Judges  having  a  life 
tenure  are  likely  to  show  "a  greater  consid- 
eration for  the  interests  and  needs  of  the 
public  than  would  be  the  case  were  the  ju- 
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The  superhuman  in  fiction  demands  certain 
literary  and  imaginative  faculties  that  the  au- 
thor of  this  story  possesses  only  tu  a  limited 
extent.  She  gives  us  the  narrative  of  Ned 
Aveling,  a  young  American,  who,  before  his 
inheritance  of  an  ancient  castle  in  England, 
ba  ■'    '"' t   infect:  ,"   as 


well  as  "the  most  intoxicating  smile"  and  "the 
most  fascinating  impudence."  But  his  old 
friend  Kent,  who  visits  him  in  England,  finds 
him  wholly  changed,  with  "some  hint  of 
death  and  gloom  about  him,"  and  as  the 
story  develops  we  see  that  this  disastrous 
change  is  due  to  the  spell  of  the  castle  and 
to  an  ancient  crime  that  demands  expiation. 
In  point  of  fact  the  once  light-hearted  Aveling 
is  haunted,  and  we  understand  the  mystery 
only  after  the  discovery  of  the  old,  yellow- 
stained  parchment  will  which  was  the  cause 
of  the  original  crime  and  of  all  the  resulting 
trouble. 

The    Man    Who    Reaps.      By    Katharine    Jones. 
New    York:    Desmond   FitzGerald.    Inc.;    $1.20   net. 


The  Great  Wall  of  China. 

Dr.  William  Edgar  Geil  in  his  surprising 
book  on  the  Great  Wall  of  China  tells  us 
that  our  ignorance  of  China  is  as  colossal  as 
the  country  itself.  We  describe  the  Panama 
Canal  as  the  greatest  engineering  feat  ever 
undertaken,  and  this  in.  face  of  General 
Grant's  estimate  that  the  Great  Wall  of  China 
took  as  much  work  as  would  have  built  all 
our  railroads,  all  our  canals,  and  nearly  all 
our  cities.  Chin,  who  built  the  wall,  was  one 
of  the  greatest  men  the  world  has  ever  known. 
He  is  the  frontier  mark  between  myth  and 
history.  He  destroyed  all  the  old  books  and 
invented  a  new  writing  and  introduced  a  new 
literary  era.  He  built  the  wall  to  separate 
two  lands  and  two  races,  and  the  people  that 
produced  one  Chin,  says  the  author,  may  pro- 
duce another.  One  built  a  wall  to  keep  the 
foreigner  out,  and  another  may  stride  over 
that  wall  to  put  the  foreigner  in  his  proper 
place.  Many  parts  of  the  world  have  suc- 
cessively been  dominant  in  its  affairs,  and 
now  the  question  presents  itself :  Will 
America  or  China  jostle  to  the  front  next? 
China  is  moving,  but  can  it  produce  a 
chauffeur? 

Chin's  intention  was  to  surround  the  em- 
pire with  a  wall  and  to  leave  the  coast  to 
the  protection  of  the  sea.  He  had  no  fore- 
sight of  the  modern  fleet  that  would  make 
nothing  of  the  ocean,  and  so  he  built  his 
fortification  from  the  Yellow  Sea  to  the 
mountains  of  Tibet,  or  for  more  than  one- 
twentieth  of  the  circumference  of  the  world. 
It  is  a  structure  almost  sublime  in  its  tran- 
quil march  over  mountains  and  plains,  in  its 
massive  architecture  and  its  mighty  towers. 
Where  it  faces  the  Gulf  of  Chihli  there  is  a 
Pavilion  of  Literature  and  a  lighthouse.  This 
was  Chin's  idea  of  fortification,  and  the  au- 
thor suggests  that  perhaps  Chin  was  right 
and  that  there  could  be  no  better  protection  to 
a  state   than  knowledge   and   light. 

This  remarkable  volume  contains  one  hun- 
dred full-page  illustrations  and  maps  that  are 
intended  to  supplement  the  text  and  to  take 
the  place  of  lengthy  descriptive  matter. 
Nearly  all  of  them  are  illustrative  of  the  wall 
itself,  sometimes  taken  from  a  distance  to 
show  its  serpentine  progress,  sometimes  taken 
at  short  range  to  show  its  construction.  Of 
Dr.  Geil's  literary  and  descriptive  style  it  may 
be  said  in  high  praise  that  it  is  alive  with 
a  certain  fascinating  interest  and  with  an 
imaginative  power  that  finds  its  proper  field 
in  the  future  as  well  as  in  the  past. 

The  Great  Wall  of  China.  By  William  Ed- 
gar Geil,  F.  R.  G.  S.  New  York:  Sturgis  &  Wal- 
ton  Company;   $2.50   net. 


A  Captain  Unafraid. 

This  is  an  account  of  the  "strange  adven- 
tures" of  Dynamite  Johnny  O'Brien.  Strange 
is  not  exactly  the  word  that  we  should  choose. 
Terrific  seems  more  suitable,  and  that  the 
story  is  a  true  one  shows  how  vainly  fiction 
may  toil  at  the  heels  of  fact.  Captain  O'Brien 
believed  that  every  one  wanting  firearms  and 
dynamite  ought  to  have  them,  and  indeed 
should  have  them  if  they  would  but  trust 
their  marketing  to  him.  Captain  O'Brien  is 
quite  sure  that  he  made  much  history  in  Cuba 
and  elsewhere,  and  it  may  be  that  such  as  he 
do  actually  make  more  history  than  the  sec- 
retaries of  state.  At  least  the  O'Briens  are 
more  effective  in  a  hand-to-hand  scrap. 

A  Captain  Unafraid.  Set  down  by  Horace 
Smith.     New  York:  Harper  &  Brothers;   $1.25  net. 


The  Making  of  Poetry. 

If  Professor  Fairchild  has  attempted  the 
impossible  it  is  easy  to  forgive  a  failure  in' 
one  who  loves  poetry  so  much  and  whose 
mind  is  so  richly  stored  with  poetic  examples. 
Indeed  he  frankly  admits  that  poetry  can  not 
be  defined.  We  can  state  some  of  the  things 
that  it  must  do,  some  of  the  qualities  that 
are  essential  to  it,  but  there  we  must  stop. 
Poetry  must  always  ''begin  with  feeling  in  the 
mind  and  soul  of  the  poet  and  end  with  feel- 
ing in  the  emotional  nature  of  the  reader." 
In  all  cases  it  must  be  addressed  finally  to 
feeling.  It  must  be  born  in  feeling  and  it 
can  be  recognized  only  by  feeling.  There 
may  be  other  elements,  but  if  there  is  no 
feeling  there  can  be  no  poetry.  Into  the  au- 
thor's analysis  of  the  mental  image  we  need 
not  follow  him,  nor  into  the  process  which 
he  calls  "personalizing,"  or  the  reading  into 
objects  of  the  poet's  own  feelings.  Probably 
we  all  do  this,  and  so  we  are  poets  unawares, 
although   voiceless  ones. 

Perhaps  the  author  is  at  his  besl  when  1 1 *_- 
deals  with  poetry  as  one  nf  the  needs  of  life. 
For  poetry  is  the  best  of  all  means  by  which 
we  realize  the  unattained,  the  assurance  of 
the  ultimate  possibility  of  gaining  great  ends. 


Mankind  is  always  pursuing  an  ideal  in  con- 
sciousness and  the  feeling  of  utter  impotence 
to  reach  it  means  "discouragement,  despair, 
and  even,  in  extreme  cases,  suicide."  But 
poetry  makes  possible  a  realization  in  con- 
sciousness of  our  ideals,  especially  those  that 
are  ethical  or  religious.  Therefore  poetry  is 
a  moral  force  and  an  intellectual  and  emo- 
tional discipline.  Through  it  we  may  know 
what  life  ought  to  be,  and  by  its  aid  we 
reach  a  sense  of  the  continuity  of  conscious- 
ness. Professor  Fairchild  may  fail  in  his 
definitions — indeed  we  should  be  almost  sorry 
to  see  him  succeed,  but  no  one  is  likely  to 
read  his  book  without  a  higher  valuation  of 
poetry,  a  juster  recognition  of  its  beneficent 
power  in  the  world  of  men. 

The  Making  of  Poetry.  By  Arthur  H.  R. 
Fairchild,  Ph.  D.  New  York:  G.  P.  Putnam's 
Sons;   $1.50. 

Children  at  Play. 

This  volume  is  made  up  of  essays  that  have 
appeared  from  time  to  time  in  "The  Nine- 
teenth Century  and  After."  The  author  is  a 
lover  of  children,  and  she  has  wandered  into 
many  corners  of  the  world  from  London  to 
Corsica,  watching  the  children  at  play  and 
finding  a  certain  cosmopolitanism  every- 
where. But  the  author  talks  of  much  besides 
children  and  her  volume  is  a  gracious  survey 
not  only  of  the  play  hour,  but  of  the  things 
appertaining  to  childhood. 

Children  at  Play  and  Other  Sketches.  By 
Rose  M.  Bradley.  New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  & 
Co.;    $2    net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 

"U.  S.  Money  vs.  Corporation  Currency," 
by  Alfred  Owen  Crozier  (the  Magnet  Com- 
pany, Cincinnati;  25  cents),  is  a  vigorous  at- 
tack upon  the  "Aldrich"  plan  sustained  by  a 
large  volume  of  correspondence  and  various 
illustrations. 

"Mocco,"  by  S.  M.  Barrett  (Dufneld  &  Co. ; 
$1.-25),  is  a  well-written  story  of  an  Indian 
boy  whose  career  is  pictured  from  savagery 
to  civilization.  Evidently  the  author  knows 
the  Indian  well  and  can  write  with  a  certain 
informed  imagination  that  makes  good  read- 
ing. 

The  fifth  volume  of  the  Bross  Library 
makes  its  appearance  under  the  title  of  "The 
Religions  of  Modern  Syria  and  Palestine,"  by 
Frederick  Jones  Bliss,  Ph.  D.  (Charles  Scrib- 
ner's  Sons ;  $1.50  net).  The  work,  which 
shows  a  high  order  of  scholarship,  consists 
of  lectures  delivered  before  Lake  Forest  Col- 
lege on  the  foundation  of  the  late  William 
Bross,  whose  object,  in  part,  was  "to  demon- 
strate the  divine  origin  and  the  authority  of 
the   Christian   Scriptures." 

In  "City  Views  and  Visions"  Mr.  William 
Griffith  gives  us  a  collection  of  dialogues  in 
rhyme.  The  characters  are  Brown,  who  has 
"an  immature  mind  overshadowed  by  fatal- 
ism" ;  Gray,  who  has  something  of  the  philos- 
opher about  him,  and  Green,  who  is  simply 
a  "happy  medium."  Brown,  Gray,  and  Green 
discuss  the'  four  seasons  in  New  York,  and 
they  do  it  so  poetically  and  so  musically  that 
we  are  inclined  to  regret  their  prosaic  names. 
The  volume  is  published  by  Moffat,  Yard  & 
Co.     Price,  $1   net. 

Mr.  William  Dudley  Foulke  has  shown  the 
quality  of  his  workmanship  in  fiction,  biogra- 
phy, and  history,  and  it  is  always  good.  Now 
he  gives  us  "Maya,"  a  drama,  with  scene  laid 
in  ancient  Yucatan,  and  dramatis  persona; 
which  include  a  young  Spaniard  and  Maya, 
daughter  of  the  king  of  the  Mayan  nation. 
But  is  it  an  accepted  theory  that  the  Mayas 
of  Yucatan  are  of  Phoenician  descent,  as  Mr. 
Foulke  assumes?  But  at  least  the  drama  is  a 
vivid  one  and  not  lacking  in  originality.  It 
is  published  by  the  Cosmopolitan  Press. 
Price.   $1.25   net. 

In  "Revelation  and  Its  Record,"  President 
William  W.  Guth  of  the  College  of  the  Pa- 
cific discusses  the  idea,  nature,  object,  and 
inspiration  of  revelation,  abandoning  the  idea 
that  revelation  is  a  body  of  truth  handed 
down  in  the  past  to  a  few  men  and  arguing 
that  God  is  eternally  in  the  world,  and  in  all 
its  departments,  awaiting  the  recognition  of 
humanity.  The  only  weak  part  of  the  book 
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crude  idea  of  mediatorship  and  intercession 
is  set  forth.  The  publishers  are  Sherman, 
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Bell  and  Winff. 
A  volume  of  verse  containing  nearly  thir- 
teen hundred  large  pages  can  be  nothing  short 
of  impressive,  at  least  visually,  while  over 
two  hundred  titles  is  evidence  of  a  range  of 
inspiration  wide  enough  to  be  inclusive.  Mr. 
Frederick  Fanning  Aver,  who  is  the  author  of 
this  monument,  might  have  been  better  ad- 
vised to  publish  a  smaller  volume  and  so  to 
create  that  peculiar  variety  of  gratitude  that 
is  said  to  be  a  sense  of  favors  to  come. 
Perhaps  there  are  still  favors  to  come,  still 
good  ore  in  this  poetic  mine,  but  the  present 
output  may  be  described  as  so  immense  in 
quantity  as  to  surprise  us  by  the  quality  of  the 
grade. 

Mr.  Ayer  has  at  least  the  merit  of 
modernity,  and  it  is  a  large  merit  when  so 
many  poets  seem  to  labor  under  the  impres- 
sion that  the  supply  of  material  came  to  an 
end  with  the  siege  of  Troy  or  the  death  of 
Arthur.  Mr.  Ayer  writes  about  life  and  love, 
cities  and  villages,  the  sentiments  and  pas- 
sions common  to  the  humanity  of  all  ages, 
in  fact  everything  is  grist  that  comes  to  his 
mill,  whether  it  be  the  song  of  a  bird,  a  page 
of  history,  a  moral  sentiment,  or  an  immoral 
passion.  -  Now  comparisons  are  odorous  and 
flattery  among  the  worst  of  sins,  but  there  is 
something  about  Mr.  Ayer's  style  that  re- 
minds us  of  Browning,  a  trick  of  vigorous  and 
direct  expression  that  is  sometimes  a  little 
careless  of  accent  or  indifferent  to  a  su- 
perfluous syllable.  To  select  a  representative 
stanza  or  two  from  such  a  compilation  would 
be  impossible,  although  there  is  a  certain 
identity  about  Mr.  Ayer's  verse  that  persists 
through  all  changes  of  metre  and  rhythm,  but 
here  are  two  stanzas  from  "Thinking  of 
^Eunice"'  that  will  do  as  well  as  any  others: 
This  is  her  cottage-door; 

How  her  latice-vine  is  grown 
So  large  as  never  before; 

How  her  orange-bush  has  blown 
So  it  lops  the  path  in  two 
As  if  to  say  I  shall  not  go  through, 
And  I  hark,  and  her  shrike  is  still — 
She  is  not  there  at  her  window-sill! 

Grasses   shoot   up   between 

The  chinks  in  her  garden-walk; 
Gone  is  her  garden's  elegant  mien, 

Pea-tree  and  its  pretty  balk; 
Gone  is  the  ring  of  the  whippoorwill — 
She  is  no  more  at  her  window-sill! 
Among  her  flowers  there  waits  for  mc 
Only  the  spot  where  she  used  to  be. 

Mr.  Ayer's  verse  is  extraordinarily  vigor- 
ous, it  is  uniformly  wholesome,  and  it  is  rich 
in  a  sort  of  sonorous  melody  which  strikes 
the  ear  as  natural  and  unforced. 

Hell  and  Wing.  By  Frederick  Fanning  Ayer. 
New   York:  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons;  $2.50. 


Bypaths  in  Dixie. 
We  have  probably  reached  the  time  when  a 
volume  of  Southern  stories  in  darkey  dialect 
is  in  need  of  some  justification.  The  justi- 
fication is  easily  supplied  in  the  case  of  Mrs. 
Cocke's  collection  of  plantation  yarns,  for 
they  are  told  with  discrimination  and  a  pur- 
pose. Instead  of  the  usual  haphazard  selec- 
tion Mrs.  Cocke  devotes  herself  entirely  to 
the  black  Mammy  and  the  nursery  where  she 
reigned  supreme,  and  the  study  is  one  worth 
following,  and  for  purposes  other  than  those 
of  amusement.  The  African  slave,  we  are 
told,  had  no  leanings  toward  violence.  Skill 
and  cunning  appealed  to  him  far  more  than 
force,  and  he  admired  the  rabbit  who  sur- 
vived and  multiplied  far  more  than  the  lion 
whose  strength  was  his  own  undoing.  Mr. 
Harry  Still  well  Edwards,  who  writes  the 
preface  to  this  volume,  says  he  has  never 
known  an  instance  in  which  the  black  Mammy 
punished  her  charges  by  means  of  blows. 
She  knew  a  better  way  than  that.  She  could 
invoke  the  animal  kingdom  and  so  appeal  to 
a  youthful  imagination,  fertile  in  fears  and 
rewards.  Perhaps  the  method  was  not  al- 
ways a  wholesome  one.  Perhaps  it  sowed 
seeds  that  came  to  mischievous  fruition  later 
on.  but  the  author  has  done  a  good  and  a 
particularly  interesting  piece  of  work  in  thus 
collecting  some  of  the  old  nursery  yarns  that 
were  told  with  a  disciplinary  and  educational 
purpose  by  the  old  Mammy  of  the  Southern 
nursery. 

Bypaths    in    Dixie.      Bv    Sarah    Johnson    Cocke. 
New    York:    E.    P.    Dutton  &  Co.;   SI. 25    net. 


Where  Dorset  Meets  Devon. 
Mr.  Bickley  writes  a  fascinating  book  of 
the  border  country  between  Dorset  and  De- 
von, describing  the  ancient  buildings,  the  his- 
tory of  the  district,  its  archeology  and  tradi- 
tions. Indeed  it  is  surprising  how  much  may 
be  written  and  without  waste  of  words  of  so 
small  an  area,  and  how  rich  in  reminiscences 
ich  towns  as  Lyme,  Charmouth,  Ax- 
minster.  Seaton,  Uplyme,  and  Kilmington. 
The  work  is  enriched  by  a  lar^c  number  of 
unusually  attractive  illustrations. 

WHEl  If.ets     Devon.       Bv     Francis 

Biddey.       New    York:    E.    P.    Dull 
net. 


Everyman's  Library. 

The  educated  'nan  *<»  fortunate  as  to  pos- 
sess ihe  six   liurJrcd  volumes  of    Everyman's 

Library   would   probably   fiii'l    not    one   among 
them   that   he  could   spare.      Not   ont- 
them  need  cau   :  a  doubt  or  a  regret  to  the 
ies,  and  that  the  standard  of 


excellence  is  still  as  high  as  ever  is  shown 
by  the  four  latest  additions  that  appear  with 
the  familiar  excellence  of  type,  paper,  and 
binding.  These  are  "The  Life  of  Mazzini," 
by  Bolton  King,  M.  A.;  "The  Invisible  Play- 
mate," "W.  V.  Her  Book,"  and  "In  Memory 
of  W.  V.,"  by  William  Canton;  "Piers  Plow- 
man," by  William  Langland ;  and  "Arthurian 
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Iverson  Tackles  Life,"  is  just  published  by 
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She  is  a  graduate  of  Notre  Dame  Convent 
there,  and  in  the  story  has  preserved  the  at- 
mosphere of  convent  life  very  successfully. 
Miss  Jordan,  after  considerable  journalistic 
and  editorial  experience,  became  editor  of 
Harpers  Bazar  in  1900.  She  is  the  author 
of  four  previous  volumes  of  fiction — "Tales 
of  the  City  Room."  "Tales  of  the  Cloister," 
"Tales  of  Destiny,"  and  "May  Iverson:  Her 
Book,"  of  which  the  last  three  were  pub- 
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Amelia  E.  Barr,  the  novelist,  did  not  begin 
to  write  fiction  until  she  was  fifty-one,  and 
now,  at  eighty-one,  she  has  sixty-three  novels 
to  her  credit  and  is  at  work  on  more. 

Frances  Lady  Shelley,  whose  diary  is  just 
being  issued  by  Charles  Scribners  Sons,  knew 
most  of  the  celebrated  people  between  the 
dates  of  1787  and  1817.  She  gives  this  de- 
scription of  her  first  view  of  Lord  Byron 
in  1813 :  "From  Althorp  we  went  to  Col 
Leigh's,  near  Xew-market,  for  the  shooting. 
We  stayed  there  a  few  days.  The  house  is 
far  too  small  even  for  the  company  it  con- 
tained. Lord  Byron  was  there.  Mrs.  Leigh 
told  me  that  he  spent  most  of  the  night 
writing  a  poem  which  is  to  be  called  'The 
Corsair.*  As  he  did  not  leave  his  room  until 
after  midday,  our  intercourse  was  restricted. 
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agreeable.  He  seems  to  be  easily  put  out  by 
trifles,  and  at  times  looks  terribly  savage. 
He  was  very  patient  with  Mrs.  Leigh's  chil- 
dren, who  are  not  in  the  least  in  awe  of  him. 
He  bore  their  distracting  intrusions  into  his 
room  with  imperturbable  good  humor.  Mrs. 
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over  her  brother,  who  listens  to  her  occa- 
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quiescence. But  I  doubt  the  permanence  of 
their  effect  upon  his  wayward  nature." 

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prose  rhapsody  addressed  to  the  Venus  of 
Milo-  An  authorized  translation  of  it,  which 
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of  age,  and  her  first  romantic  novel  appeared 
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Beethoven,  in  his  maturity,  would  have  been 
glad  if  he  could  have  destroyed  some  of  his 
early  works,  among  them  the  Septet  and  the 
song  "Adelaide,"  the  great  popularity  of  both 
of  which  annoyed  him  because  he  had  written 
so  much  better  things  for  which  he  would 
have  preferred  that  popularity.  It  now  seems 
that  he  was  not  pleased  with  "Adelaide"  at 
the  time  when  he  composed  it.  Richard 
Batka  has  lately  found  an  anecdote  indi- 
cating that  this  was  the  case  in  the  memoirs 
of  Beethoven's  friend  Pixis,  who  died  in 
1874.  A  man  named  Barth,  who  had  a  beau- 
tiful tenor  voice,  one  morning  called  on 
Beethoven.  He  found  him  in  a  bad  humor, 
on  the  point,  the  moment  the  visitor  entered, 
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139 


WANTING  WHAT  YOU  GET. 

You  can  always  have  what  you  like  if  you 
make  up  your  mind  to  like  what  you  get,  say 
the  philosophers.  And  sometimes  your  mind 
is  made  up  for  you  that  way,  without  your 
willing  it  but  greatly  to  your  advantage. 
More  than  two  thousand  people  see  the  first 
offering  of  the  new  weekly  bill  at  the  Or- 
pheum  and  every  one  of  its  thirteen  repeti- 
tions, but  it  is  safe  to  guess  that  not  one  hun- 
dred among  those  present  on  any  occasion 
this  week  looked  forward  with  eager  expecta- 
tion to  the  appearance  of  the  'cello  soloist. 
This  is  no  slam  at  the  drawing  power  of 
Mme.  Ruegger  as  a  vaudeville  attraction,  it 
is  simply  a  recognition  of  the  fact  that  the 
'cello  as  a  solo  instrument  is  so  seldom  heard 
that  it  is  unfamiliar  to  the  average  theatre 
audience.  But  the  Orpheum  habitues  have  be- 
come acquainted  with  its  rare  qualities  this 
week,  and  have  discovered  that  without  know- 
ing it  they  wanted  what  they  received  with- 
out anticipation.  For  proof,  the  general, 
spontaneous,  and  long  continued  applause 
which  follows  every  selection  played  by  the 
artist. 

Mme.  Ruegger  is  not  a  stranger  here,  for 
she  appeared  as  soloist  with  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Symphony  Orchestra  last  season ;  but 
she  has  acquired  a  new  and  larger  circle  of 
friends.  At  the  risk  of  resentment  among 
many  who  will  not  read  this  notice,  it  may 
be  said  that  the  accomplished  'cellist  wins 
with  personal  charm  the  hearty  approval  of 
even  those  hearers  who  could  not  decide 
whether  it  was  a  Chopin  nocturne  or  Popper's 
"Elves'  Dance"  that  she  was  playing.  The 
musically  critical  admire  the  purity  of  tone, 
the  ease  and  certainty  of  fingering  in  rapid 
chromatic  passages,  the  poise  and  delicate 
firmness  of  bowring,  which  distinguish  her 
playing.  Her  selections,  with  the  exception 
of  "Traumerei,"  are  not  of  the  so-called  popu- 
lar sort,  but  the}'  are  made  popular  by  her 
artistic  execution.  No  musician  has  ever  had 
closer  and  more  respectful  attention  than 
Mme.  Ruegger  has  received  this  week,  and 
there  might  have  been  remarked  an  absence 
of  chatter  which  was  not  altogether  lacking 
at  symphony  concerts.  Mme.  Ruegger  makes 
a  pretty  picture  as  she  plays.  The  harp  has 
no  advantage  over  the  'cello  as  an  instru- 
ment suited  to  the  accentuation  of  feminine 
grace  and  charm. 

Cesare  Nesi,  "the  young  Caruso,"  displays 
a  voice  of  good  quality  and  sings  selections 
from  opera  and  more  ordinary  melodies.  W. 
C.  Fields,  the  silent  comedian  and  juggler, 
causes  tears  of  mirth  to  roll  down  the  cheeks 
of  every  spectator  susceptible  to  humorous 
suggestion.  Mrs.  Gene  Hughes  and  company 
present  a  skit  called  "Youth,"  which  carries 
somewhat  awkwardly  a  laudable  moral.  And 
there  are  half  a  dozen  other  fairly  good  num- 
bers  on   the  bill. 


There  are  almost  as  many  reasons  for 
going  to  the  theatre  as  there  are  ticket-stubs 
in  the  doorkeeper's  hands  on  a  big  night — 
to  be  amused,  to  pass  away  the  evening,  to 
be  made  to  think,  to  please  the  wife,  to  en- 
tertain a  friend,  to  see  Ethel  Barrymore 
again,  to  see  any  other  well  known  or  well 
advertised  player,  to  revive  memories  of  an 
old  play,  to  see  something  new,  and  so  on. 
Perhaps  that  last  one — to  see  something  new, 
is  the  ordinary  excuse.  One  night  during  the 
recent  revival  of  "The  Mikado,"  a  sober  and 
solid  citizen  in  an  adjoining  seat  said  with 
an  injured  air  to  the  lady  beside  him,  just 
before  the  close  of  the  first  act,  "Why  I've 
seen  this  thing  before,  somewhere."  And  in 
the  row  just  behind,  another  auditor,  femi- 
nine, announced  to  three  of  her  neighbors, 
successively,  that  this  was  her  first  acquaint- 
ance with  the  opera  but  she  "felt  that  she 
realiy  ought  to  see  it."  Of  course  it  doesn't 
make  so  much  difference  what  takes  one  to 
the  playhouse,  or  what  one  sees  there.  What 
one  carries  away  is  the  thing.  Among  those 
who  go  frequently  or  habitually  it  is  probable 
there  are  very  few  who  receive  any  lasting 
impression.  To  discover  something  in  a 
mediocre  production  worth  filing  away  in  the 
memory  is  a  gift  of  nature,  second  only  in 
value  to  the  power  of  photographing  men- 
tally the  appearance,  the  poses,  the  move- 
ments of  the  actors,  in  every  play  witnessed. 
There  are  many  who  have  this  faculty,  and 
carry  without  jumbling  seriously  the  records 
of  a  thousand  nights  at  the  theatre.  Just 
so.  some  people  can  quote  at  will  from  any 
poem  that  interests  them,  while  others,  who 
like  poetry  just  as  well,  could  not  repeat  a 
stanza  or  a  couplet  to  save  their  reputation. 
In    a   recent   serious    editorial    article    in    the 


Xew  York  Evening  Post  on  the  illusions  of 
the  stage  reference  was  made  to  a  personage 
in  Gilbert's  "Sweethearts"  who  was  obliged 
by  her  role  to  eat  three  tarts  in  rapid  succes- 
sion. Now  the  fact  is,  there  are  no  tarts  in 
""Sweethearts."  The  tart-eating  scene  was  in 
"Engaged,"  and  Agnes  Booth  gained  fame  by 
the  inimitable  manner  in  which  she  simul- 
taneously spoke  tragic  lines  and  devoured 
confectionery.  The  editorial  memory  was 
faithful  in  one  detail,  it  was  a  Gilbert  play. 
Undoubtedly  there  are  thousands  who  have 
seen  the  comedy  more  than  once,  and  yet 
could  not  recall  any  feature  of  the  produc- 
tion. With  most  of  us  it  is  enough  to  be  cer- 
tain that  we  have  seen  it  once,  and  are 
guarded  against  paying  unnecessarily  for  an- 
other view.  Were  it  otherwise  we  should 
need  no  new  plays,  for  there  are  plenty  of 
good   old   ones.  

Fritzi  Scheff  is  soon  to  appear  in  a  new 
role,  that  of  a  sort  of  Viennese  Topsy  in 
"The  Love  Wager."  This  is  a  comic  opera 
version  of  "The  Seven  Sisters,"  which,  as  a 
play,  Laurette  Taylor  and  Charles  Cherry 
made  popular  for  a  short  season  on  Broad- 
way. Evidently  there  was  no  great  value  in 
the  piece,  as  it  is  already  available  for  stock 
company  uses.  It  was  given  at  Ye  Liberty 
Playhouse  in  Oakland  three  weeks  ago,  at  25 
and  50  cents  a  seat.  There  is  one  of  the 
advantages  enjoyed  by  theatre-goers  in  the 
smaller  cities  ;  they  often  see  new  plays  long 
before  they  come  to  the  theatrical  centres, 
where  rights,  royalties,  and  seat-prices  are 
more  strictly  subject  to  the  laws  of  con- 
servation. When  San  Francisco  sees  the  play 
it  will  pay  double  rates. 


How  the  teeter-board  of  fortune  goes  up 
and  down  in  the  theatrical  world.  Two  or 
three  seasons  ago  Eilly  Clifford  and  Maude 
Lambert  came  out  to  the  Pacific  Coast  and 
joined  the  Kolb  and  Dill  company.  They 
did  not  stay  long,  for  reasons  unnecessary 
to  state.  Clifford  had  already  a  reputation 
in  Eastern  playhouses  as  "the  Broadway 
chappie,"  and  Maude  Lambert,  then  his  wife, 
had  a  voice  and  a  stage  presence  that  made 
her  an  attractive  figure  in  musical  comedy. 
Soon  after  their  sudden  flight  eastward 
Maude  Lambert  succeeded  Blanche  Ring  in 
"The  Midnight  Sons"  and  made  a  big  hit. 
But  Billy  Clifford  was  not  in  the  cast,  and 
while  Maude  enjoyed  a  long  run  on  Broad- 
way at  presumably  a  good  salary  her  partner 
was  "on  tour"  with  a  not  altogether  ex- 
traordinary road  company.  What  wonder 
there  was  dissatisfaction,  and  later  a  legal  as 
well  as  a  theatrical  separation.  But  enterpris- 
ing Billy  was  not  cast  down.  He  waited,  and 
now  it  is  his  turn  for  congratulations.  A 
few  days  ago  in  Chicago  he  was  married  to 
Mrs.  Frances  E.  Middleton,  once  the  wife  of 
George  Middleton,  the  millionaire  vaudeville 
manager.  When  the  lady  secured  her  di- 
vorce from  Middleton,  alimony  to  the  amount 
of  $250,000  accompanied  the  decree,  accord- 
ing to  report.  And  Billy  "Single"  Clifford  is 
Billy  "Double"  once  more,  and  indifferent,  or 
might  be,  to  the  figures  on  the  Tuesday  salary 
envelope.  

Last  Friday  evening  San  Diego  celebrated 
a  happy  event,  the  opening  of  the  new 
Spreckels  Theatre  with  ceremony  and  the 
presentation  of  "Bought  and  Paid  For"  by  a 
New  York  company.  Samuel  Shortridge  of 
San  Francisco  delivered  the  dedicatory  ad- 
dress before  the  play,  and  Mr.  John  D. 
Spreckels,  proprietor  of  the  theatre,  made  a 
few  remarks.  The  new  playhouse  is  a  spa- 
cious and  handsomely  finished  building,  with 
notable  modern  equipment.  It  gives  th» 
southern  exposition  city  a  fitting  and  ade- 
quate place  of  entertainment  for  the  best  in 
theatrical  and  operatic  offerings.  Mr.  Spreck- 
els has  earned  and  receives  the  gratitude  of 
the   people   of    San   Diego. 

George  L.  Shoals. 
„♦*. 

Amalie  Materna,  the  first  Kundry  in 
"Parsifal,"  and  one  of  Wagner's  favorite 
artists,  retired  from  the  stage  long  ago,  but 
is  still  active  in  Vienna.  The  other  day  she 
contributed  to  one  of  the  newspapers  an 
article  on  the  performance  of  "Tannhauser" 
and  "Lohengrin."  under  Wagner's  own  super- 
vision, at  the  Vienna  Opera,  thirty-seven 
years  ago.  Materna  was  at  that  time  singing 
the  part  of  Elizabeth,  but  Wagner  begged  her 
to  return  to  the  part  of  Venus,  because  he 
attached  particular  importance  to  that  role. 
No  less  a  personage  than  Hans  Makart  de- 
signed her  costume.  It  was  very  beautiful, 
she  writes,  but  there  was  rather  too  much 
imagination  in  it,  and  not  quite  enough  ma- 
terial. However,  after  some  elaborations  had 
been  made,  she  consented  to  wear  it.  The 
performance  was,  of  course,  a  sensational  suc- 
cess. So  was  that  of  "Lohengrin,"  which 
followed  shortly  afterwards,  and  in  which 
Materna   was  the   Ortrud. 


Isadora  Duncan,  the  Greek-American,  who 
was  the  first  to  revive  old  Grecian  dances, 
has  just  bought  for  a  million  francs  the  Cha- 
teau de  Beam,  at  St.  Cloud,  near  Paris.  The 
castle  was,  in  the  time  of  Louis  XIV,  occu- 
pied by  Maximilian,  Elector  of  Bavaria.  It 
is  at  present  in  a  dilapidated  state  and  many 
repairs  will  be  necessary.  Miss  Duncan  is 
credited  with  the  intention  of  using  the 
grounds  as  a  worthy  setting  for  her  dances. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

"Pomander  Walk  "  for  the  Columbia  Theatre. 
Louis  X.  Parker's  quaint  comedy  entitled 
"Pomander  Walk"  will  begin  its  initial  San 
Francisco  engagement  of  two  weeks  at  the 
Columbia  Theatre  on  next  Monday  evening, 
with  matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays. 
The  three  acts  are  laid  in  a  quiet  little  corner 
of  suburban  London  comprising  five  little  cot- 
tages, and  it  is  with  the  inhabitants  of  this 
row  of  quaint  houses  that  the  play  has  to  do 
principally.  "Pomander  Walk"  is  romance 
pure  and  simple,  intermingled  with  bits  of 
comedy.  Every  dweller  in  the  semi-circle  of 
the  flower-embowered  houses  is  thoroughly 
genteel,  and  woe  unto  the  unknown  trespasser 
who  intrudes  upon  this  privacy. 

The  period  of  the  play  is  1805,  which  was 
not  very  long  after  the  battle  of  Trafalgar 
and  not  long  before  the  battle  of  Waterloo, 
which  is  one  of  the  most  interesting  epochs 
in  English  history.  Mr.  Parker  has  been 
very  fortunate  in  drawing  interesting  charac- 
ters, which  in  many  respects  savor  a  great 
deal  of  the  creations  of  Dickens. 

This  attraction  is  under  the  management 
of  the  Liebler  Company.  It  ran  the  first 
year  of  its  existence  at  Wallack's  Theatre, 
New  York,  without  interruption.  The  en- 
gagement at  the  Columbia  will  be  its  first  on 
the  Pacific  Coast,  and  is  almost  the  beginning 
of  its  third  season.  Prominent  in  the  cast  of 
"Pomander  Walk"  are  T.  Gideon  Warren, 
Albert  Gran,  Reginald  Dance.  Leonard 
Craske,  T.  Wygney  Percyval,  Stanley  Lath- 
bury,  Stella  de  Marney,  Marie  Burke,  Viola 
Finney,   Winifred   Frazer. 


"Bought  and  Paid  For"  Coming  to  the  Cort. 

Traveling  direct  from  New  York  City  to 
San  Francisco,  the  original  Broadway  cast  in 
George  Broadhurst's  play,  "Bought  and  Paid 
For,"  will  be  presented  by  William  A.  Brady 
at  the  Cort  Theatre,  San  Francisco,  for  a 
three  weeks'  engagement  beginning  Monday 
(Labor  Day)  matinee,  September  2.  This  is 
probably  the  first  time  in  theatrical  history 
that  any  manager  has  broken  a  successful 
New  York  run  in  order  to  present  his  com- 
pany on  the  Pacific  Coast,  and  return  them 
almost  immediately  to  New  York  again  to 
take  up  their  metropolitan  engagement  just 
where  they  left  off-  In  the  parlance  of  the 
stage  it  is  "some  jump"  from  New  York  to 
San  Francisco  and  return,  and  play-goers 
here  who  have  heard  a  great  deal  about 
"Bought  and  Paid  For"  are  to  be  congratu- 
lated in  securing  the  original  Broadway  cast, 
headed  by  Charles  Richman  and  Julia  Dean, 
the  latter  a  daughter  of  the  Golden  West. 

"Bought  and  Paid  For"  is  in  three  acts,  all 
of  the  scenes  of  which  are  laid  in  New  York 
at  the  present  time.  The  story,  briefly,  con- 
cerns the  marriage  of  a  ten-dollar-a-week  tele- 
phone operator  to  a  millionaire  and  man- 
about-town,  their  subsequent  separation  as  a 
result  of  the  husband's  over-indulgence  in 
drink,  and  their  final  reunion  through  the 
power  of  love  and  a  little  side  aid  from  a 
scheming  brother-in-law.  The  story  is  not 
new,  but  as  told  by  George  Broadhurst,  au- 
thor of  "The  Man  of  the  Hour"  and  other 
noted  plays,  it  teems  with  interest  with  an 
equal  sprinkling  of  laughter  and  wet  hand- 
kerchiefs. 

Just  prior  to  their  departure  from  New 
York  the  cast  to  be  seen  at  the  Cort  Theatre 
entered  upon  their  second  year  at  the  Play- 
house, in  West  Forty-Eighth  Street.  A  play 
that  can  run  through  an  entire  season  and 
brave  the  heat  of  Broadway  must  have  some- 
thing to  guarantee  its  entertaining  qualities. 
It  is  said  that  there  are  to  be  six  separate 
companies  playing  it  the  present  season. 

Of  the  principal  players  to  be  seen  here  are 
Julia  Dean  in  her  original  role  of  Virginia 
Blaine,  the  young  wife  ;  Charles  Richman  as 
the  millionaire  husband  ;  Agnes  de  Lane,  seen 
here  last  year  in  "Baby  Mine,"  as  Virginia's 
sister ;  Frank  Craven  as  the  scheming 
brother-in-law  ;  Allen  At  well  as  a  Japanese 
sen-ant,  and  others. 


Next  Week's  Orpheum  Bill. 

The  Orpheum  announces  for  next  week  an- 
other splendid  bill,  which  will  be  headed  by 
Edmond  Hayes,  a  comedian  of  original  ideas 
and  odd  methods,  who  will  appear  in  his  latest 
satire,  "The  Piano  Movers."  Hayes  is  the 
originator  of  that  well  remembered  and  most 
popular  character,  "The  Wise  Guy,"  and  when 
not  appearing  as  a  vaudeville  headliner  stars 
at  the  head  of  his  own  company.  Some  time 
has  elapsed  since  he  was  last  seen  here,  but 
he  is  one  of  the  local  play-goers'  most  enjoy- 
able  memories. 

Grace  Cameron,  the  dainty  singer  of  rol- 
licking songs,  who  since  her  last  appearance 
here  has  taken  New  York  and  London  by 
storm,  will  be  a  feature  of  the  new  pro- 
gramme. The  London  Daily  Telegraph  said 
of  her:  "Miss  Cameron  is  a  combination  of 
Yvette  Guilbert,  a  female  Harry  Lauder,  a 
Cecelia  Loftus,  a  Louis  Frear,  and  a  typical 
French    soubrette." 

Harrison  Armstrong,  who  has  given  vaude- 
ville a  number  of  big  features  in  the  shape 
of  such  plays  :is  "The  Police  Inspector"  and 
"Circumstantial  Evidence,"  will  introduce  an- 
other clever  effort  called  "Squaring  Ac- 
counts." There  are  but  two  characters  in  it, 
a  gruff,  grouchy  old  landlord,  impersonated 
by    Richard    Nesmith,    and    a    rough,    lively 


young     newsboy    played    by 

The  story  is  brisk,  humorous,  and  interesting. 

The  Kemps,  Bob  and  May,  will  furnish  a 
merry  skit  called  "Matrimonial  Bliss,"  which 
is  a  mixture  of  singing,  dancing,  and  comedy. 
Aside  from  Bert  Williams  there  is  probably 
no  funnier  man  of  his  race  on  the  stage. 

Xext  week  concludes  the  engagements  of 
Cesare  Nesi,  and  De  Witt,  Burns,  and  Tor- 
rence.  It  will  also  be  the  final  one  of  Elsa 
Ruegger.  the  world's  greatest  woman  'cellist, 
who  is  creating  a  perfect  furor.  Mme.  Rueg- 
ger will  present  a  new  programme,  which  will 
include  "Andacht"  (Devotion)  and  "The 
Spinning  Song,"  both  of  which  are  by  Popper. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

There  is  excellent  entertainment  at  the 
Pantages  Theatre  this  week,  the  bill  includ- 
ing the  Morati  Opera  Company  in  their 
"Mardi  Gras  in  Paris";  the  four  Bard 
brothers,  extraordinary  gymnasts ;  Herman 
Eldon  and  his  company  in  a  mystifying 
magical  act ;  the  "Seven  Texas  Tulips," 
dusky  entertainers :  the  Imperial  Dancing 
Four ;  Billy  Broad,  the  amusing  blackface 
artist;  Clifton  R.  Wooldridge,  the  eminent  de- 
tective, and  a  series  of  wonderful  Hawaiian 
motion  pictures. 

On  Sunday  there  comes  another  big  bill, 
in  which  the  "Four  Casters,"  sensational 
aerialists,  will  play  an  important  part.  These 
men  are  said  to  be  wonders  in  their  way. 
Lew  Cantor  will  offer  his  "Merry  Kids"  in 
"Fun  on  a  School  Ground,"  an  act  full  of 
fun  and  dancing,  and  Zenita,  a  young  woman 
who  plays  the  violin  in  an  unusual  and  eccen- 
tric way,  will  dance  as  she  plays.  Zenita  has 
never  appeared  before  in  San  Francisco  and 
she  has  created  a  sensation  all  along  the  cir- 
cuit. Matthews  and  Duffy,  funmakers,  will 
offer  their  comedy  military  novelty,  "The 
Rangers,"  in  which  Matthews  appears  as  the 
general  and  Duffy  as  the  eccentric  Irish  cap- 
tain. Mile.  Nadje,  renowned  as  "the  perfect 
woman,"  will  give  an  extraordinary  exhibition 
of  physical  culture.  She  has  been  seen  here 
before  and  created  a  marked  impression.  The 
wrestling  ponies  of  Leon  Morris,  accompanied 
by  their  colored  opponent,  John  Hedge,  will 
be  a  feature.  Gypsy  Wilson,  a  pretty  and 
clever  singing  comedienne,  will  change  her 
costumes  and  songs  several  times,  and  the 
Sunlight  pictures,  with  many  surprises,  will 
complete  the  programme. 


Nothing  in  the  world  equals  the  Italian- 
Swiss  Colony's  Ports  and  Sherries  as  tonics. 
Try  them. 

AMUSEMENTS. 


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Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 
THE  HIGHEST  STANDARD  of  VAUDEVILLE 

EDMOND   HAYES  and  Co.  in  his  latest  satire. 

The  Piano  Movers";  GRACE  CAMERON",  the 
Dainty  Singer  of  Rollicking-  Songs;  HARRISnV 
ARMSTRONG'S  PLAYERS  in  his  Latest  Offering. 
"  Squaring  Accounts";  BOUNDING  PATTER- 
SON*: THE  KEMPS,  presenting  '"Matrimonial 
Bliss";  CESARE  NESI:  DE  WITT,  BURN'S  and 
TORREXCE;  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION'  PIC- 
TI  RES.  Last  Week.  Groat  Artistic  Triumph,  ELSA 
RUEGGER.  World's  Greatest  Woman  'Cellist,  as- 
sisted by  Edmund  Lichenstein.     New  Selection-;. 

Evening1  prices,  10c,  25c.  50c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays) 
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Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays 

Special  Prices  at  Wednesday  Matinee 
Louis  N".  Parker's  Quaint  Comedy 

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Commencing  MONDAY  i  Labor  Dav )  MATINEE 

Limited  Engagement— Mats.  Wed.  an>l  Sal 

William  A.  Brady  Ltd.  Presents 

the  Biggest  Play  of  Our  Time 

BOUGHT  AND  PAID  FOR 

By  George  Broadhurst 
With   the  original  Cast  Direct   from  Brady's 
I'layhous'  .  New   York,  including  Charles    Rich- 
man.  Julia  Dean,  Frank  Craven.  Agnes  D.-  Lane 
Allen  Atwell.Mari  Hardi. 
Prices— 50c  to  $2.00. 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 

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Week  of  September  1 
ANOTHER  BIG  SHOW 
The  POUR  CASTERS.  Sensational  lerialiste; 
SEVEN  MERRY  VOUNGSTERS."  in  "Fun  on  a 
School  Ground":  MLLE.  NADJE,  "The  Perfect 
Woman";  MATTHEWS  and  DUFFY,  presenting 
"The Rangers";  ZENITA.  the  Cyclone  Violinist: 
LEON  MORRIS'  WRESTLING  PONIES:  QYPSY 
WILSON,  singing  Comedienne. and  SUNLIGHT 
PICTURES 

Mat.  daily  or2:30.  Nights  at  7:15  and  9:15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1 :3U  and  3 :30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


August  31,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 

The  Golfer's  Progress. 
Bring   me   two   niblicks;   also    fetch   the  jigger, 
Five    masliies,     twenty    balls,    and    .    .    -   yes,    a 
deck; 
I've    found   a  pastime   to   improve   my    figure, 

Reduce  my  weight  by  several  pounds  per  week; 
Give  me  a  gay   vermilion  coat,   that  trimly 

I   may  be  posed;   some  lemonade  to  quaff; 
Stand  back  and  watch  my  muscles  tauten  grimly — 
I'm  going  to  golf. 

Where  is  the  tec?     I  only  see  the  caddie 

Agape  to  criticize  my  dubious  play; 
Where    do    you    keep    the    stance? — confound    the 
laddie. 
Why  docs  he  grin  in  that  suspicious  way? 
Now    for  a  stroke.     With  what   serene  simplicity 
"Ti-  done:  a  swing,  a  swish,  a  thud    .    .    .   that's 
all— 
I've  hit   the  turf,  not  having  the  felicity 
To    hit   the  ball. 

At  List!      She  rises  in  a  curve  most  gracious   .    .    . 
She    falls   .    .    .   beneath    the    shrubs    on    yonder 
hill. 
Hunkered.     O   globule    mocking  and   mendacious, 

Elusive,   fraudulent,  pathetic  pill! 
Was  it  for  this  my  language  waxed  so  vigorous 
That     listening     loiterers     blushed     and     turned 
aside? 
Let    not   my    friends'    reproaches  be  too   rigorous — 
They've    never    tried! 

— London   World. 


There  is  a  man  with  a  grievance  at  a 
place  called  Boston,  which  we  have  been  un- 
able to  find  on  any  map  of  California.  The 
whereabouts  ot  Boston  don't  matter  a  bit, 
but  it  does  matter  that  any  son  of  Adam  in 
this  land  of  the  free  should  suffer  under  dis- 
abilities  for  which   there   is   no   remedy. 

The  trouble  with  our  brother  is  thusly : 
He  was  one  of  fifteen  men  standing  in  front 
of  a  box-office  window.  They  were  standing 
in  line  decorously,  with  dignity  and  patience, 
after  the  manner  of  men  who  have  learned  to 
respect  each  other's  rights  after  a  pilgrimage 
upward  and  onward  that  has  lasted  for  many- 
thousands  of  years.  Many  bones  were  broken 
and  much  blood  was  spilt  upon  that  pilgrim- 
age, but  now  it  would  be  hard  to  find  a  better 
epitome  of  civilization  than  this  spectacle  of 
men  standing  in  line,  unresentfully,  un jeal- 
ously, unpushfully  in  obedience  to  the  simple 
dictates  of  justice   and   fair  play. 

But  now  comes  the  woman.  She  eyes  that 
line  of  fifteen  men  and  resolutely  she  insinu- 
ates herself  between  the  first  and  the  second. 
She  offers  no  excuse,  apology,  or  explanation. 
Hers  not  to  reason  why,  hers  but  to  do  and 
buy — her  theatre  ticket.  Moreover,  it  takes 
her  six  minutes  to  discuss  the  relative  merits 
of  the  seats  that  are  offered.  The  men  do 
not  protest.  They  knew  that  she  would  do 
this  thing  as  soon  as  they  saw  her  in  the 
offing.  They  recognized  the  black  flag  and 
they  surrendered  without  a  protest.  Indeed, 
what  was  there  to  do  ?  Nothing,  absolutely 
nothing.  A  recognition  of  the  rights  of 
others  was  not  a  part  of  that  woman's  ego. 
Her  whole  field  of  vision  contained  nothing 
but  a  recognition  of  her  own  interests. 

But,  argues  our  Bostonian  martyr,  some- 
thing must  be  done.  He  had  suffered  in  this 
way  before.  A  week  or  so  ago  he  lost  a  train 
from  the  same  cause,  although  he  might  still 
have  caught  that  train  had  the  devastating 
female  who  pushed  her  way  in  front  of  him 
only  refrained  from  bargaining  about  the 
price  of  her  ticket,  evidently  under  the  im- 
pression that  she  was  at  a  corset  sale.  A 
man,  says  the  Bostonian,  who  acted  in  such  a 
way  as  this  would  find  himself  in  a  fight. 
He  would  be  hammered.  His  physical  ef- 
ficiency would  be  impaired.  But  you  can  do 
nothing  with  a  woman.  Just  try  even  a  word 
of  remonstrance  and  see  what  will  happen. 
Heaven  only  knows  how  she  does  it,  but  in 
about  two  minutes  you  will  feel  that  you  have 
been  guilty  of  a  base  and  brutal  outrage,  you 
will  long  for  some  place  in  which  to  hide 
your  dishonored  head,  you  will  feel  that  you 
arc  a  disgrace  to  your  sex,  a  reproach  to  the 
chivalry  of  the  nation. 


The  New  York  Sun  continues  to  show  a 
certain^  malignity  in  its  treatment  of  the 
woman's  question.  Now  we  have  an  admira- 
tion for  the  Sun,  and  it  would  cause  us  gen- 
uine grief  to  learn  that  Dr.  Anna  Shaw  or 
Mrs.  Hlatch  had  ordered  it  to  cease  publica- 
But  that  is  what  will  happen  one  day. 
Now  you  see. 

The  Sun's  method  of  attack  is  of  the 
oblique  kind.  It  says  little  or  nothing  with 
the  thunders  of  the  editorial  "we,"  but  it 
prints  letters  from  correspondents,  bitter  and 
mocking  letters,  incandescent  letters,  and  it 
prints  these  letters  as  though  it  were  impelled 
thereto  by  a  strong  sense  of  public  duty 
For  example,  there  is  a  makt'actor  who  signs 
himself  "Inquirer"  and  who  wants  to  know 
it  women  really  do  all  tbe  absurd  things  of 
which  they  arc  guilty  because  for  so  many 
they  have  been  subjccicd  to  the  slavery 
<>!  men.  "hat.  you  will  remember,  is  th** 
lUlial  plea.  It  has  l>cen  our  custom  to  receive 
that  plea  with  an  outward  seeming  of  defer- 
ence, but  now  this  bold  pirate  writes  to  the 
Sun  an  it.     Hc  wants  to 

women   persist    in    fastening   their   clothes  be- 
,nmI    '  <  enturies    they 

en  trampled  under  the  iron  heel  of  the 
wants   t..   know  if  they   hold 
the  riyht   hand  and  the  thread 
the  same  reason.     Is  this  due 


to  male  tyranny,  and  if  so,  why,  and  if  not, 
why  not?  He  might  have  continued  on  his 
reckless  way  and  asked  why  women  strike  a 
match  away  from  themselves  when  all  the 
world  knows  that  this  method  is  ineffective. 
But  they  do  it,  always,  and  even  if  you  catch 
some  woman  in  the  act,  and  wrestle  with  he. 
in  prayer,  and  at  last  convince  her,  she  will 
do  the  same  thing  again  the  moment  yoiu 
back  is  turned.  One  day  we  intend  to  cap- 
ture some  tame  woman  and  persuade  her  to 
tell  us  why  she  buttons  her  clothes  behind. 
And  yet  we  may  be  arguing  on  false  premises. 
We  are  assuming  that  she  has  a  reason  for 
this  outrage,  whereas  she  has  none.  She  just 
does  it. 

There  is  another  desperado  who  signs  him- 
self L.  P.  Williams — an  alias  of  course — who 
also  writes  to  the  Sun  along  similar  lines.  L. 
P.  Williams  has  special  information  that  most 
of  us  would  scorn  to  acquire  or  acknowledge. 
He  wants  to  know  why  lovely  woman  "hooks 
her  stockings  to  her  garters  on  the  outside 
of  the  leg,"  whereas  men  favor  the  inside, 
away  from  loosening  friction.  Now  a  thirst 
for  knowledge  is  all  right.  We  have  it  our- 
selves, but  there  is  no  need  to  be  Rabelaisian 
about  it.  We  have  no  means  of  knowing  how 
L.  P.  Williams  discovered  this  fact  about 
women's  garters,  and  we  positively  shudder 
at  some  of  the  theories  that  suggest  them- 
selves. We  fear  that  he  must  be  a  bold,  bad 
man  who  has  made  but  poor  use  of  the  means 
of  grace  presented  to  him  by  residence  in 
New  York.  But  since  the  question  is  asked 
it  shall  be  answered.  It  shall  never  be  said 
that  any  poor  wretch  seeking  information  was 
sent  away  unsatisfied  from  this  palladium  of 
our  liberties.  Women  hook  their  garters  on 
the  outside  because  they  are  usually  knock- 
kneed  as  a  result  of  the  corset  and  the  buckle 
on   the  inside   would  be  uncomfortable. 


We  feel  ourselves  to  be  thwarted  in  our 
passionate  desire  to  collect  personal  details 
about  King  George.  Items  of  information  are 
fairly  numerous,  but  they  are  not  always  in 
agreement,  and  this  gives  rise  to  a  suspicion 
that  some  of  the  scribes  who  attend  to  this 
branch  of  the  business  are  losing  their  en- 
thusiasm for  accuracy.  When  King  George 
was  first  elected  it  was  considered  the  cor- 
rect thing  to  cable  a  lengthy  weekly  report 
to  the  effect  that  his  majesty  did  not  drink 
to  excess,  and  finally  we  came  to  believe  it, 
although  regretfully.  We  then  added  that 
particular  item   of  news  to   our  stock. 

But  now  we  are  perplexed  as  to  the  king's 
tea-drinking  proclivities.  A  few  weeks  ago 
we  read  with  bated  breath  an  account  of  a 
visit  paid  by  the  king  and  queen  to  a  certain 
cottage  on  a  royal  estate.  The  good  woman 
of  the  place  busied  herself  in  making  tea  and 
the  queen  drank  it  with  appreciation,  but  the 
king  excused  himself  on  the  ground  that  he 
never  drank  tea.  So  we  made  a  note  of  that 
fact  We  felt  that  we  were  acquiring  knowl- 
edge, slowly  and  painfully  it  is  true,  but  then 
that  is  a  peculiarity  of  wisdom.  The  king  did 
not  drink  whisky,  and  the  king  did  not  drink 
tea.  Possibly  the  king  drank  sarsaparilla, 
but  on  this  point  we  were  content  to  wait. 

Now  comes  a  disturbing  paragraph,  a  seis- 
mic news  item,  to  the  effect  that  on  two  sepa- 
rate occasions  during  the  last  month  the  king 
has  refused  five  o'clock  tea  and  that  the  sta- 
bility of  a  sacred  British  institution  has  thus 
been  threatened.  Now  if  the  king  refused 
tea  twice  in  one  month  we  may  be  excused 
the  assumption  that  on  twenty-nine  other  oc- 
casions he  accepted  tea.  So  where  are  we  at? 
We  feel  ourselves  plunged  into  the  swirling 
currents  of  uncertainty,  and  our  faith  is 
shaken  at  its  foundations. 


A  song  from  a  popular  opera  says  that  a 
policeman's  life  is  not  a  happy  one.  But  that 
depends  a  good  deal  upon  the  policeman  and 
the  particular  sphere  of  beneficence  to  which 
he  finds  himself  assigned.  Just  at  present 
New  York  is  turning  a  meditative  and  not 
wholly  uncritical  eye  upon  its  gallant  pre- 
servers of  the  peace,  and  there  are  some 
items  in  the  accounts  of  the  force  upon  which 
a  captious  public  is  anxious  that  some  light 
should  be  thrown.  Now  it  may  be  admitted 
that  when  a  policeman  has  to  bring  home  to 
some  one  the  heinous  guilt  of  gambling  it 
may  be  necessary  that  he  himself  should 
gamble  a  little  just  for  the  sake  of  securing 
the  necessary  evidence.  It  is  a  horrid  duty, 
and  we  may  reasonably  thank  God  for  a  po- 
lice force  always  to  be  found  on  the  firing 
line,  so  to  speak,  and  ever  ready  to  sacrifice 
itself  at  the  call  of  duty.  Now  when  it  be- 
comes a  policeman's  duty  to  gamble  it  is  only 
fair  that  his  losses  should  be  charged  to  the 
public  cost,  and  so  we  find  an  entry,  among 
many  others,  of  a  loss  of  $205.50  so  incurred 
in  New  York  in  the  course  of  a  single  month 
and  by  a  single  detective.  Another  gallant 
officer  charges  up  $103  lost  at  roulette  during 
tbe  month  of  January,  and  so  it  goes. 

Bui    do    these    detectives    always    lose    when 

re   playing  roulette  and  backing  horses 

in    the    public    interest?      It    would    seem    so, 

since  there  arc  no  entries  of  winnings,  which 

would  of  course  be  placed  to  the  public  credit 

just    as    the    losses    are   placed    to    the    public 

debit.      How    comes    it.    then,    that    they    are 

such   poor   players,   and  is  it  nut   to   the  dis- 

ihe  greatest  cit)   in  the  country  that 

ice   force  should   be   unable  to  produce 

an  officer  who  can  make  a  decent  showing  at 

roulette  ?    We  ask  to  know. 


Southern  Pacific 

Outdoor  Life 

At  Seaside,  River,  Lake  and 
Mountain  Resorts 

Attractive  Outing  Places  for  Families  and  Children 
along  the  Coast  and  in  Interior  Valleys 


Surf-Bathing,  Yachting,  Boating,  Sea-Fishing, 
Golfing,  Tennis,  Motoring 

Beaches,  Boardwalks,  and  Pleasure  Grounds 


SANTA  CRUZ 

CAP1TOLA 

DEL  MONTE 

BYRON  HOT  SPRINGS 


MONTEREY 
PACIFIC  CROVE 
CARMEL-BY-THE-SEA 


EL  PIZMO 
PASO  ROBLES 
SAN  LUIS  OBISPO 
SANTA  BARBARA 


Also  Southern  California  Noted  Beach  Resorts 
in  vicinity  of  Los  Angeles 


SANTA  MONICA 

VENTURA 

VENICE 


REDONDO 
OCEAN  PARK 
LONG  BEACH 


BALBOA 
NAPLES  and 
CATAUNA  ISLANDS 


Trout  fishing  in  the  YOSEMITE  VALLEY,  the  AMERICAN, 
TRUCKEE,  KINGS,  KERN,  UPPER  SACRAMENTO,  McCLOUD, 
and  KLAMATH  Rivers  in  California  ;  SPRING  CREEK,  WILLIAM- 
SON, ROGUE,  UMPQUA,  and  McKENZIE  Rivers  in  Oregon. 

Waders  are  advisable  to  reach  inviting  pools  and  "  likely  places. "  Trails 
lead  to  mountain  lakes  and  neighboring  creeks.  From  Shasta  Springs  a 
wonderful  2-hour  auto  ride  brings  you  to  the  McCloud  River. 


Lake  Tahoe  in  the  High  Sierra,  and  Upper  Klamath  Lake  in  the  heart 
of  Southern  Oregon's  Lake  Region  offer  the  best  of  sport  and  comfortable 
quarters. 

Motor-boating,  canoeing,  camping,  and  fishing  in  waters  where  every 
"strike"  is  a  "big  one." 

Miles  of  picturesque  shore  line  are  backed  by  timbered  hills  and  an  end- 
less chain  of  mountain  peaks. 


Mountaineering  and  hunting  in  the  Wawona,  Sierra  Nevada,  Shasta, 
Siskiyou,  Klamath  and  Crater  Lake  Regions. 

Wildfowl,  bear,  deer  and  other  game  are  plentiful. 

Auto  service  has  been  established  to  Crater  Lake  from  Klamath  Falls 
and  Pelican  Bay,  and  between  points  of  interest  in  many  of  the  mountain 
regions. 

Guides,  saddle  and  pack-horses,  camping  outfits  and  every  facility  for 
outing  trips  can  be  arranged  by  communicating  with  Southern  Pacific  agents. 


Southern  Pacific 


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August  31,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


141 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay.  Epi  gram  ma  lie  and  Otherwise. 


The  Due  de  Ragusc  once  explained  to  the 
Countess  de  Boigne  the  nature  of  his  connec- 
tion with  the  emperor  in  a  phrase  which  is 
more  or  less  applicable  to  whole  nations.  He 
said :  "When  the  emperor  said,  'All  for 
France,'  I  served  with  enthusiasm  :  when  he 
said,  'France  and  1,'  I  served  with  zeal;  when 
he  said,  'I  and  France,'  I  served  with  obe- 
dience;  but  when  he  said,  T  without  France, 
I   felt  the  necessity  of  separating  from  him." 


Iri  an  equal  suffrage  parade  in  England, 
banners  were  carried  bearing  portraits  of 
women  of  accomplishments  through  the  ages. 
At  the  very  end  of  the  procession  (where, 
of  course,  the  women  could  not  see  him) 
came  a  lone  man  with  a  sense  of  humor. 
This  individual  bore  a  pike,  from  which  hung 
a  large  fig-leaf,  framed,  and  at  the  top  of 
which  was  an  apple — a  modest  tribute  to 
Eve,  who  had  been  quite  overlooked  in  this 
brilliant  galaxy. 

A  negro  porter  in  one  of  the  popular  Kan- 
sas City  clubs,  recently  divorced,  approached 
a  reporter  in  the  club  rooms  a  few  days  ago 
and  remarked :  "Say,  boss,  don't  you  all 
know'  I  done  got  a  divorce,  and  I  aint  seen 
a  single  line  about  it  in  the  paper  yet,  an'  it 
been  mos'  two  weeks?''  "Well,  Rastus,  that's 
strange,1'  the  reporter  replied,  trying  to  look 
serious.  "Can't  you  all  put  it  in  the  paper 
now?"  he  asked.  "'Taint  as  how  I  cum  to 
get  the  divorce  that  I  cares  to  let  people  know 
about,  but  don't  you  know,  boss,  that  I  meets 
a  lot  of  cullud  ladies  every  day  that  jes'  won't 
speak  to  me   'cause   they   think   I'm   married." 


This  experience  of  a  New  Yorker  is  re- 
markable enough  in  these  rude  and  sordid 
times  to  merit  preservation :  "It  is  so  rare 
an  occurrence  to  meet  a  young  Chesterfield," 
said  the  Gothamite,  "that  I  wish  to  go  on 
record  as  having  encountered,  in  the  person 
of  the  ten-year-old  son  of  a  friend  of  mine, 
the  most  striking  example  one  could  imagine. 
As  I  was  taking  my  leave  from  the  house- 
hold this  lad,  who  was  playing  in  the  hall 
with  his  sisters,  rose  politely  and  opened  the 
door  for  me.  *I  am  very  much  pleased  with 
this  attention,'  said  I.  T  hope  I  have  given 
you  no  trouble.'  The  lad  smiled.  'I  am  only 
sorry,'  rejoined  he,  "that  I  am  not  letting  you 


William  had  just  returned  from  college,  re- 
splendent in  loud-checked  trousers,  silk 
hosiery,  a  fancy  waistcoat,  a  necktie  that 
spoke  for  itself.  He  entered  the  library, 
where  his  father  was  reading.  The  old  gentle- 
man looked  up  and  surveyed  his  son.  The 
longer  he  looked  the  more  disgusted  he  be- 
came. "Son,"  he  finally  blurted  out,  "you 
look  like  a  silly  fool !"  Later  the  old  major 
who  lived  next  door  came  in.  and  greeted  the 
boy  heartily.  "William,"  he  said,  with  undis- 
guised admiration,  "you  look  exactly  like  your 
father  did  twenty-five  years  ago,  when  he 
came  back  from  school."  "Yes,"  said  Wil- 
liam, with  a  smile.  "So  father  was  just  tell- 
ing me." 

Colonel  Popgun  was  over  in  Dublin  for  the 
holidays,  and  found  himself  with  only  ten 
minutes  to  catch  the  steamer  to  England.  He 
hastily  hailed  a  "jarvey,"  and  declared  he 
would  give  him  ten  shillings  if  he  performed 
the  journey  in  time.  The  jarvey  replied  he 
couldn't  do  it,  albeit  his  steed  was  an  old  war- 
horse.  "War  horse!"  sniffed  the  colonel. 
"Here,  give  me  the  reins,  and  I'll  do  it  my- 
self!" So  saying,  he  jumped  on  the  side  of 
the  jaunting  car,  and  cried,  "Charge!"  When 
he  got  to  the  boat,  just  in  time,  he  cried, 
"Halt!"  Xext  year  he  happened  to  be  in  the 
same  plight  and  told  the  same  jarvey  to  drive 
him  in  ten  minutes  to  the  quay.  "Charge," 
shouted  the  man  with  the  reins,  and  off  they 
went  at  a  rattling  pace.  But  Paddy  forgot 
what  to  say  to  stop  the  animal.  "Jump,  yer 
honor,"  he  cried.     "I've  forgot  the  password!" 


The  resourcefulness  of  some  men  at  times 
furnishes  a  surprise  .even  to  those  who  know 
them  well.  A  fair  illustration  is  a  certain 
New  Yorker  of  wealth*  who  bought  a  costly 
steam  yacht.  He  is  very  fond  of  the  water, 
but  his  chief  object  in  the  purchase  was  to 
please  his  wife.  Then  he  found  she  did  not 
care  at  all  for  that  sort  of  thing — and  as  a 
result  she  remained  at  home  whenever  he 
went  off  on  a  cruise.  His  wife  died ;  and 
after  a  reasonable  period  he  married  again. 
"It's  all  right  now,  old  man,"  he  said  to  an 
acquaintance     who     congratulated     him     some 


time  later.  "You  sec,  I  looked  around  till 
I  found  a  woman  who  would  rather  live  on 
■i  yacht  than  in  a  house — and  T  married  her. 
Xow  the  yacht's  worth  while." 


THE   MERRY  MUSE. 

Get  the  Jar. 
As  a  beauty  I  am  not  a  star, 
There  are  others  more   handsome  by    far, 
But  my   face — I    don't   mind    it, 
For  I  am  behind  it; 
The  people  in   front  get  the  jar. 

— Governor    Woottrow    Wilson. 


Farmers. 


Sing  a  song  of  farmers. 

Up  at  early  morn, 
With   four-and-twenty  chores  to  do 

Before   the    breakfast    horn. 
When   the   breakfast's   over, 

There's   little  to  be  done, 
Except   to   plow  the    fodder 

And   let    the   harrows    run, 
And    mow    the    sheep    and    prune    the    beets 

And  curry  up  the  swine, 
And  shear  the  hens  and  dig  the  hay 

And   shoe  the  gentle  kine. 
And   saw   the  wheat  and   rake  the   rye 

And   wash  and  dress  the  land. 
And  things  like  that  which  city  folks 

Can   never   understand.  — Life. 


Richard  C.  Kerens,  Ambassador  to  Austria 
dropped  into  Missouri  State  Republican  head- 
quarters early  in  the  Taft  campaign  four 
years  ago  with  a  check,  which  the  state  chair- 
man scrutinized  carefully.  "Pshaw!  Kerens, 
your  old  friend  Adolphus  Busch.  the  brewer, 
contributed  twice  as  much  as  that,"  said  the 
chairman.  "Well,  great  Ca?sar !"  exclaimed 
Kerens  indignantly,  "you  certainly  don't  ex- 
pect me  to  compete  with  a  manufacturer  of 
beer  who  has  the  Mississippi  River  for  raw 
material." 


Some  years  ago,  while  attending  the  Clon- 
mel  Assizes,  I  witnessed  a  trial  (said  O'Con- 
nell  I  which  I  shall  never  forget.  A  wretched 
man  was  charged  with  the  murder  of  his 
neighbor.  The  evidence  was  running  strong 
against  the  prisoner ;  in  fact,  it  was  the 
strongest  case  of  circumstantial  evidence  I 
have  ever  met  with.  As  a  matter  of  form — 
for  of  his  guilt  there  was  no  doubt — the  pris- 
oner was  called  on  for  his  defense.  He 
called,  to  the  amazement  of  the  whole  court, 
he  called — the  murdered  man.  And  the  mur- 
dered man  came  forward  ! !  The  case  was 
clear  ;  the  prisoner  was  innocent.  The  judge 
told  the  jury  it  was  unnecessary  to  charge 
them.  Yet  they  requested  permission  to  re- 
tire. They  returned  to  court  in  about  two 
hours,  when  the  foreman,  with  a  long  face, 
handed  in  a  verdict  of  guilty.  Every  one  was 
astonished.  "Good  God !"  cried  the  judge, 
"of  what  is  he  guilty  ?  Not  of  murder, 
surely  ?"  "Xo,  my  lord,"  replied  the  fore- 
man, "but  if  he  didn't  murder  the  man,  sure 
he  stole  me  gray  mare  three  years  ago." 


The  Man  with  the  Grouch. 
I've  got  a  grouch.      When,   on  the  cars, 

I   almost    break  my   collarbone 
By  reading  .of  the  worldly  jars 

In   paper   some  one  else   may   own, 
I   never  start  a  tale   that's   good 

But  what  the  chap  turns  down  the  page 
And    wrecks    my   mental    attitude — 

It  makes  me  rage! 

I've  got  a  grouch.     When  I  was  young 

A  peal  of  thunder  shook  the  air 
And  stopped  a  woman's  wagging  tongue 

By   reason    of   enormous  scare. 
"'Some  men  are  lucky,"   I  have  cried, 

"And  in  Luck's  lap  they  seem  to  crouch"; 
No   thunder   scares   my   wife   tongue-tied — 

I've  got  a  grouch! 

I've    got    a  grouch.     I    scraped    and    saved 

To  pay  a  debt  I  owed   a  man; 
I    lived,    an    animal    depraved. 

And    plied    the    economic    plan. 
At  last  the  debt  I   chanced  to  pay. 

That  night  he  died.      Oh,    it  is  sad! 
If    I    had    waited   one  more  day — 

It's    made    me    mad ! 

— New   York   Tribune. 


Dominates  the  Landscape. 
The    curfew    tolls    the    knell    of    parting    day; 

The    lowing    moose    winds    slowly    o'er    the    lea: 
The    plowman    homeward    plods    his    weary    way, 
And    leaves    the    world    to    Theodore   and    me. 
— Peoria    Journal. 


The  Rieht  of  Way. 
When    father   drove   old    Dobbin,    he   sat    upon    his 

load 
And  frowned  on  every  chauffeur  who   wanted  half 

the   road ; 
When    fatiter   gut    an    auto,    his    feelings    seemed    to 

switch; 
He  glared  at  every  horse  he  met  unless  it  took  the 

ditch.  — Lippincott's   Magazine. 


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August  31,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle   of   the   social    happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San   Francisco   will  be   found  in 
the  following  department : 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Mis? 
Lola  Berrv  of  Ross  to  Lieutenant  Harold  Nichols, 
(J.  S.  A-  Miss  Berry  is  at  present  visiting 
friends  in  Fortress  Monroe.  Virginia.  She  is  a 
niece  of  Mr.  William  R.  Berry,  Mr.  Thomas  C. 
Berry,  and  the  late  Mr.  T.  Brien  Berry  of  Ross, 
and  a  cousin  of  Mrs.  Lloyd  Baldwin  and  Miss 
Dorothy   Berry  of  this  city. 

From  West  Point  comes  the  news  of  the  en- 
gagement of  Miss  Ellen  Barry  to  Lieutenant 
William  Bryden,  U.  S.  A.  Miss  Barry  is  the 
daughter  of  Major-General  Thomas  H.  Barry,  U. 
S.  A.,  who  is  at  present  commander  of  the  West 
Point  Military  Academy.  The  wedding  will  take 
place   at  West  Point  before  the  holidays. 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Cali  Phillips  of  Savannah,  Georgia,  to  Lieutenant 
Ralph  Chrystal  Harrison,  U.  S.  A.  -Miss  Phil- 
lips is  the  daughter  of  Colonel  Charles  Phillips, 
U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Phillips,  at  whose  home  the 
wedding  will  take  place  in  October.  Lieutenant 
Harrison  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Chrystal  Harrison 
of    this    city. 

Mrs.' Thomas  Crellin  of  Oakland  has  announced 
the  engagement  of  her  daughter.  Miss  Jane  Crel- 
lin, to  Mr.  Wallace  Everett.  Miss  Crellin  is  a 
sister  of  Mrs.  Whipple  S.  Hall,  Miss  Mona  Crel- 
lin, and  the  Messrs.  Stanley  and  Lloyd  Crellin. 
Mr.  Everett  is  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wallace 
Everett  of  Piedmont.  The  wedding  will  be  an 
event   of    September. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Natalie  Coffin  and  Mr. 
Crawford  Greene  took  place  Saturday  in  St. 
John's  Episcopal  Church  in  Ross.  The  bride  was 
attended  by  her  sister.  Miss  Sara  Coffin,  who  was 
maid  of  honor,  and  the  Misses  Newell  Drown  and 
Helen  Chesebrough,  who  were  bridesmaids.  Mr. 
John  Kittle  was  the  groom's  best  man,  and  the 
ushers  were  Dr.  James  Whitney  and  Mr.  Chaun- 
cey  Goodrich.  The  reception  was  given  at  the 
home  of  the  bride's  mother,  Mrs.  James  Coffin. 
Mr.   and   Mrs.   Greene  will  reside  in   Ross. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Bessie  Ashton  and  Mi. 
John  T.  Piggott  will  take  place  at  nine  o'clock 
*  Wednesday  evening,  October  2,  at  the  home  on 
Pacific  Avenue  of  Mrs.  George  F.  Ashton.  Miss 
Helen  Ashton  "-ill  be  her  sister's  only  attendant, 
and  Mr.  Char  :ey  Goodrich  will  be  Mr.  Piggott's 
best  man. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Miriam  McXear  and  Mr. 
Leo  V.  Kort  ell  of  San  Rafael  will  take  place 
Wednesday,  September  7,  at  the  home  in  Peta- 
luma  of  Miss  McXear's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  McNear.  Miss  McXear  is  related  to  Mrs. 
Philip  E.  Bowles,  Miss  Elizabeth  McNear,  and 
the  Messrs.  John  and  George  McNear  of  Oak- 
land, and  the  Messrs.  Seward  and  Frederick  Mc- 
Near  of  this  city. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Therese  Thompson  and 
Mr.  William  Rose  Benet,  formerly  of  Benicia,  will 
take  place  Saturday,  September  10,  at  the  home 
in  New  York  of  Miss  Thompson's  brother-in-law 
and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  G.  Norris,  who 
reside  at  80  West  Ninety-Second  Street.  Mr. 
Benet  is  the  son  of  Colonel  James  Walker 
Benet,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Benet,  who  are  ai 
present  in  Georgia,  and  a  brother  of  the  Misses 
Laura    and    Agnes    Benet. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Ernestine  Kraft  and  Mr. 
George  Gunn  will  take  place  Tuesday,  September 
10,  at  the  home  of  her  sister,  Mrs.  J.  E.  Bir- 
mingham. Miss  Alma  Birmingham  will  be  maid 
of  honor  and  Miss  Eleanor  Birmingham  flower 
girl.  Mr.  Gunn  is  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John 
O'Brien  Gunn,  and  brother  of  the  Messrs.  Edward 
and    Eckel  Gunn. 

The  friends  of  Miss  Nina  Clay  of  Oakland, 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  I.  Harrison  Clay,  will 
be  surprised  to  know  of  her  marriage  on  August 
26  to  Mr.  Thomas  Clay  Walson  of  Muldon,  Mis- 
sissippi. The  wedding  took  place  at  Columbus, 
Mississippi,  at  the  home  of  Mrs.  E.  T.  Sykes,  an 
aunt  of  the  bride.  The  engagement  has  been 
known  in  the  family  for  some  time,  and  announce- 
ment was  to  be  made  on  her  return  to  Oakland; 
but  the  young  people,  it  seems,  decided  to  take 
their  honeymoon  trip  to  California  instead  of 
from  here. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  entertained 
one  hundred  young  people  at  a  dance  last  evening 
at  their  home,  New  Place,  in  Burlingame.  The 
affair  was  in  honor  of  Miss  Mary  Alexander,  the 
youngest  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B. 
Alexander  of  New    York. 

Preceding  the  dance  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mountford 
S.  Wilson  gave  a  dinner  and  entertained  twenty 
young  friends  of  their  son,  Mr.  Mountford  S. 
Wilson.    Jr. 

Mir-  Beatrice  Miller  of  New  York  was  hostess 
Friday  evening  at  a  dinner  at  the  Potter  Country 
Club  in  Santa  Barbara.  Miss  Miller  is  the  daugh- 
ter of  Mrs.  Bavne,  who  was  formerly  Mrs. 
Charles    Miller. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  M.  Wood  of  Los  Ange- 
les gave  a  theatre  and  supper  party  Wednesday 
evening  in   honor   of    Miss   Conchita    Sepulveda   of 


Mexico,  who  has  recently  been  the  guest  of  Mrs. 
Hearst. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  Lacey  Bray  ton  enter- 
tained a  number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  at  their 
home  in  Oakland  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Brayton's 
r.iuce.  Miss  Mari.ni  Miller,  and  her  fiance,  Mr. 
Bernard  Waterloo  Ford,  who  will  he  married 
September    11. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  H.  Wilkins  gave  a  dinner 
Sunday  evening  at  their  home  in  San  Rafael, 
complimentarv  to  their  daughter.  Mrs.  Taliaferro 
Milton  of  St.  Louis,  who  will  be  their  guest  until 
the  middle  of  September.  Mrs.  James  Jenkins 
was  hostess  this  week  at  a  luncheon  in  honor  of 
Mrs.    Milton. 

Miss  Ethel  Moore  was  hostess  Thursday  at  a 
tea  at  her  home  in  Oakland  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
George  Freear. 

Mrs.  Theodore  Wores  gave  a  tea  Thursday  in 
honor  of  Mrs.  Robert  Catten,  the  Misses  Mary 
and  Dorothy  Catten,  and  Miss  Unis  Hartwell  of 
Honolulu. 

Mrs.  Percy  Moore  was  hostess  last  week  at  a 
tea   in    Miramar. 

Ensign  Thomas  Tipton,  U.  S.  N.,  entertained 
a  number  of  friends  at  a  dinner-dance  on  board 
the  South   Dakota  at  Mare   Island. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to  and  from   this  city   and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Califomians : 

Miss  Eleanor  Morgan  has  recently  been  visiting 
her  brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norris 
Davis,    at   their    home    in    San    Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  have  returned  to 
town  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  Auburn. 
They  will  leave  today  in  their  automobile  for 
Mendocino  County  and  will  be  accompanied  by 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    George   L.    Cadwalader. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  E.  Dassonville  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  in  Berkeley  after  a  visit 
in  Ross  with  Dr.  Edward  E.  Perry  and  Mrs. 
Perry. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Murphy  and  Miss  Virginia  Tolliffe 
spent  the  week-end  in  Napa  County  as  the  guests 
of  Mr.  and   Mrs.   Walter  S.  Martin. 

Mrs.  Frederick  Yandevender  Stott  left  Tues- 
day for  her  home  in  New  .York  after  a  brief  visit 
with  her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Tirey  L.  Ford. 

Mr.  D'Arcy  Van  Bokkelen  spent  the  week-end 
in  Burlingame  as  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Francis   Carolan. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Kirkham  Wright  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Henry'  Avery  Campbell  have  returned  to 
their   home   in    Scott   Street. 

Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  and  her  sons,  the 
Messrs.  Lloyd,  Gordon,  and  Lansing  Tevis,  re- 
turned   Sunday   evening  to    Lake  Taboe. 

Mrs.  J.  E.  Birmingham  and  Miss  Alma  Bir- 
mingham   have    returned    from   Miramar. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hope  Beaver  have 
closed  their  cottage  at  Inverness  and  have  re- 
turned   to    town    for    the    season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Athearn  Folger  and  the 
Misses  Evelyn  and  Genevieve  Cunningham  have 
returned  from  a  motor  trip  through  the  northern 
part  of  the   state. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Drysdale  and  their  son, 
Mr.  Arthur  Drysdale,  Jr.,  are  contemplating  re- 
turning from  British  Columbia  to  spend  the  win- 
ter in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Howard  Holmes  will  leave  next 
month  for  Europe.  During  their  absence  their 
home  on  Buchanan  Street  will  be  occupied  by 
Mr.    and   Mrs.    Talbot   Walker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Oscar  Cooper  have  gone  to  Mon- 
terey to   remain  during  the  golf  tournament. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Antoine  Borel  and  their  daugh- 
ters, the  Misses  Chonita  and  Lupita  Borel,  have 
returned  from  Lake  Tahoe  to  their  country  home 
in    San    Mateo. 

Mrs.  Adolph  P.  Scheld  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Margaret  Scheld,  have  returned  from  Inverness, 
where  they  have  been  occupying  their  cottage  for 
the  past  two  months. 

Mrs.  Dolly  MacGavin  Fry  has  recently  been 
the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Duval  Moore  at  their 
home   in   Ross. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Otis  Johnson  (formerly  Miss 
Marian  Marvin)  have  returned  to  their  home  in 
Fort  Bragg  after  spending  a  few  days  in  town. 

Mr.  Sidney  Waterlow  Ford  has  returned  from 
Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Cosmo  Morgan,  Jr.,  of  Los  An- 
geles, have  gone  to  Victoria,  B.  C,  for  a  brief 
visit.  They  spent  several  days  in  this  city  with 
Mrs.  Morgan's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B. 
Jennings. 

Mrs.  William  M.  Pierson  has  returned  from 
Marienwood  in  Los  Gatos  and  is  again  in  her 
home  on   Pacific  Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nelson  Shaw  of  Los  Angeles  and 
their  little  daughter  have  been  visiting  Mrs.  A.  N. 
Towne  and  Mrs.  Clinton  E.  Worden  in  Mon- 
terey. 

Dr.  George  H.  Powers  has  gone  to  Boston  to 
visit  his  son,  Dr.  George  H.  Powers.  Jr.  En 
route  home  he  will  spend  a  few  days  in  Detroit 
with   his  daughter,  Mrs.   Edward    R.   Chapman. 

Mrs.  Willard  Drown  and  her  children  have 
returned    from   Miramar. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Nickerson  Woods  spent 
the    week-end    in    San    Rafael    with    Mr.    and    Mrs. 


The  Rare  Quality 

Of  ARISTOCRATICA  Choco- 
lates is  due  to  pure  and  costly 
ingredients,  and  skill  in  the  mak- 
ing. Seven  different  kinds  in  a 
carton. 

We  use  Maillard's  famous  choco- 
late by  private  arrangement,  which, 
alone,  makes  Aristocratica  Choco- 
lates distinctive  on  this  coast. 


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Aimer    Newhall.      Mrs.    Newhall    has    recently    re- 
covered   from    appendicitis. 

Mrs.  Jessie  L.  Berry  and  her  daughter.  Miss 
Dorothy  Berry,  left  today  for  Europe,  where  they 
will   remain   indefinitely. 

Mrs.  Frederick  W.  Tallanl  and  her  children 
are  established  in  an  apartment  on  Jackson  and 
Fillmore    Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Sutro  have  returned  to 
their  apartments  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis  after 
having    spent    the    summer    in    Mill    Valley. 

Mrs.  Parker  Whitney  and  her  children  are 
visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  McComas  in  Mon- 
terey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt,  Jr.,  will  return 
next  week  from  San  Mateo,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the  summer. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson,  who  will  remain  in  San 
Mateo  until  September  15,  will  be  joined  Tues- 
day by  Mr.   and  Mrs.    George   L.   Cadwalader. 

Miss  Phebe  Elias  of  London  has  recently  been 
the  guest  of  Mrs.  Hearst  at  Wyntoon  on  the 
McCloud  River.  Miss  Elias  is  a  sister  of  Cap- 
tain Elias,  U.  S.  N.,  who  is  stationed  at  Mare 
Island. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  B.  Cline  of  Los  Angeles  and 
their  daughters,  the  Misses  Alice  and  Constance 
Cline,    sailed   on  the  Manchuria   for  the   Orient. 

Miss  Alice  Owen  has  returned  to  her  home  in 
Mill  Valley  after  a  visit  with  relatives  in  Los 
Angeles. 

Miss  Harriet  Pomeroy,  who  has  been  abroad 
for  the  past  six  months,  is  visiting  her  brother- 
in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  Scott 
Brooke,   in  Portland,    Oregon. 

Miss  Ethel  Tompkins  has  returned  from  a  .trip 
to  Klamath  Lake. 

Mrs.  Augustine  Strickland  and  Miss  Maud 
O'Connor  have  gone  to  Rutherford,  Napa  County, 
to  visit   Mr.    and   Mrs.    Georges  de   Latour. 

Miss  Harriett  Alexander  is  visiting  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Mountford    S.    Wilson   in    Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Caspar  Brown  have  arrived  from 
the  East  and  are  visiting  Mrs.  Brown's  mother, 
Mrs.  Drury  Melone,  at  her  home,  Oak  Knoll,  in 
Napa. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  W.  McNear,  Jr.,  and 
Mrs.  Ernestine  McNear  have  returned  from  Hono- 
lulu. 

Mrs.  B:  J.  Hoffacker  of  New  York  is  at  present 
the  guest  of  her  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Charles  Page,  Jr.,  at  their  home  on 
Broadway. 

Mrs.  Taliaferro  Milton  (formerly  Miss  Lucille 
Wilkins)  has  come  from  the  East  to  visit  her 
parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  H.  Wilkins,  in  San 
Rafael. 

Miss  Nina  Pringle  has  returned  from  a  visit 
with  Miss  Elizabeth  Livermore  at  her  country 
home,    Montesol,    in    Mendocino    County. 

Mrs.  Morton  Mitchell  left  Wednesday  for  Mon- 
terey to  spend  the  week-end.  She  was  accompa- 
nied by  Miss  Cornelia  O'Connor,  who  will  re- 
main several  weeks  with  Mrs.  Samuel  Blair  and 
Miss    Jennie    Blair. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Harriet,  Janetta,  and  Mary 
Alexander,  have  returned  from  Monterey  and 
are    at   the    Fairmont   Hotel. 

Dr.  William  J.  Younger  and  Mrs.  Younger  of 
Paris  aru  having  a  home  built  on  Jackson  Street 
and  contemplate  spending  a  part  of  each  year  in 
this  city. 

Mrs.  Robert  N.  Graves  has  given  up  her  cot- 
tage in  Los  Gatos  and  is  visiting  Mrs.  Seymour 
Waterhouse    in    San   Jose. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Mills  spent  the  week- 
end in  Ross  as  the  guests  of  Mrs.  E.  L.  Griffith. 
Miss  Edith  von  Schroder  has  returned  to  her 
home  in  San  Luis  Obispo  County  after  a  visit  in 
Mayfieid  with  the  Misses  Marguerite  and  Evelyn 
Barron. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Duncan  spent  the  week- 
end with    friends  in   Ross. 

Mr.  Dudley  Gunn  was  the  guest  over  Sunday 
of  Mr.  George  H.  Howard,  Jr.,  at  his  home  in 
San  Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Kellogg  have  been  spend- 
ing the  past  two  weeks  with  relatives  in  Morgan 
Hill. 

Miss  Ethel  Mary  Crocker  will  leave  September 
IS    for   Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Breeze  and  Mrs.  Nor- 
wood have  returned  from  Palo  Alto  and  have 
opened    their   home  on    Green    Street. 

The  Misses  Hannah  and  Emily  Du  Bois  are 
established  in  town  for  the  winter.  They  have 
been  spending  the  past  few  months  in  San  Ra- 
fael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hans  Wollmann  (formerly  Miss 
Edith  Lowe)  have  returned  from  Lake  Tahoe  and 
are    established    in    Sausalito. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Randolph  V.  Whiting  have  re- 
turned   from  the  Yellowstone   Park. 

Mrs.  W.  J.  Dutton  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Moilie  Dutton,  have  returned  from  Europe  and 
are  occupving  their  apartments  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  Edwin  S.  Breyfogle  is  visiting  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Bergie   B.    Beckett  in   Seattle. 

Mrs.  Joseph  A.  Donohoe  and  her  daughters, 
the  Misses  Katherine.  Christine,  and  Mary  Dono- 
hoe, are  at  Lake  Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  and 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  D.  Whitman  left  today 
for   Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Morris  Meyerfc-ld  have  returned 
from  a  week's  visit  at  the  home  of  Mr.  I.  \\ . 
Hellman    on    Lake   Tahoe. 

Miss  Virginia  Vassault,  who  has  spent  the  sum- 
mer with  her  cousin,  Mrs.  Theodore  Voorhees, 
at  Elkins  Park,  near  Philadelphia,  will  not  re- 
turn to  San  Francisco  this  fall  but  will  spend 
the    winter   in    New  York    City. 

Judge  and  Mrs.  John  F.  Finn  when  last  heard 
from    were    in    Edinburgh,    Scotland. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Abraham  Lincoln  Brown  and 
son,  and  Mr.  Albert  J.  Lowenberg,  when  last 
heard    from  were  in   Trouville,    France. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  I.  Lowenberg  left  last  Monday 
for  Southern  California  to  be  absent  some  weeks. 
Dr.  and  Mrs.  Conrad  Meyer  of  New  York  City 
are  spending  a  few  weeks  at  Tahoe  Tavern  on 
their  way  East.  Mrs.  Meyer  was  formerly  well 
known  in  San   Francisco  as  Miss  Lena  Devine. 

Mr.  F.  W.  Dohrmann  at  last  accounts  was  in 
Berlin  with  Mr.  B.  Nathan,  while  Mrs.  F.  W. 
Dohrmann  was  spending  a  few  weeks  visiting 
friends  and  relatives  at  Had  Tcpliu.  Mrs.  Blanca 
W.  Paulsen,  who  has  spent  considerable  lime  dur- 
ing this  summer  at  Hamburg  visiting  with  triends 
and    relatives,    is  now    on    a   lour  through   southern 


Germany  ending  finally  at  Frankfurt.  There  is 
no  news  as  yet  of  the  return  of  either  Mrs.  Paul- 
sen or  Mr.  and  Mrs.   Dohrmann  to  San  Francisco. 

Miss  Sepha  Pischel.  after  spending  several  weeks 
visiting  friends  in  Honolulu,  has  returned  and 
is    at    The    Hillocks   in    Ross. 

Lieutenant  James  Parker,  Jr.,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Parker  (formerly  Miss  Julia  Langhorne) 
left  Sunday  for  Provincetown  on  Cape  Cod  Bay, 
where  Lieutenant  Parker  will  be  stationed  for 
the  next  few  months. 

Lieutenant  Harry  Dwight  Chamberlin,  LT.  S.  A., 
and  Mrs.  Chamberlin  have  arrived  from  Well- 
ington, D.  C,  and  will  sail  September  5  for  the 
Philippines.  Mrs.  Chamberlin  was  formerly  Miss 
Sallie    Garlington. 

Mrs.  J.  T.  Knight,  wife  of  Colonel  Knight,  U. 
S.  A.,  has  arrived  from  Washington,  D.  C,  and 
has  joined  Colonel  Knight  and  their  sons  at  Fort 
Mason,  where  they  will  reside  during  the  winter. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Gate  of  the  East. 
I  chafed  at  the  gyves  that  bound  under  the  western 

star, 
When  over  the  welter  of  waves  a  clear  voice  called 

from  afar. 
And  I  said,   "I  will  seek  once  more  the  Nile  and 

the  nenuphar!" 

So    I   strode  to   the   long,    low   quays,    and   boarded 

a  deep-decked  bark, 
And  we  plowed  through  the  phosphor  seas  by  the 

beacons  of  day  and  dark 
Till    we    raised    the    Gate    of    the    East    with    the 

sweep  of  its  harbor  arc. 

There  lay  the  undulant  dunes  dull  cinnabar  in  the 

the  sun, 
A  drooping  disk  in  the  waves;  and  the  palms  rose 

one  by  one, 
And    the   Pillar   of    Pompey   told    of  a  time    whose 

sands  had  run. 

Weirdly    the    windmills    waved,    arm    upon    circling 

arm; 
A  flight  of  flamingoes  gave  to  the  heaven  a  roseate 

charm, 
And  the  twilight  folded  the  land  as  a  mother  her 

child    from  harm. 

The    conqueror's    city    glowed    with    a    blending    of 

prismy  shades; 
The  light  of  the  Pharos  flashed  like  the  points  of 

a   myriad   blades; 
And  the  hot  Khamsin  swept  out  of  the  night's  dim 

colonnades — 

Swept  from  the  desert's  heart,  a  phantom  of  fiery 

breath, 
From  the    wide  mysterious  wastes    where   the   sere 

earth  shriveleth, 
Yet  it  spake  with  the  lure  of  life  not  the  hollow 

plaint  of  death. 

And   it  bore   the  old   sweet   smells — attar,    incense, 

and  nard; 
It    charmed    with    the    old    strange    spells    that    the 

lost  years  have  not  scarred, 
The  tinkle  of  anklet  bells,  the  lilt  of  the  wandering 

bard; 

The  jangled  cries  of  the  street,  music  and  discord 

met; 
The    fountain's    lyric    purl,    the    zither's    rhythmic 

fret, 
And  the  rapt  muezzin's  call  from  the  crest  of  the 

minaret. 

And  my  soul  yearned  out  to  it  all  like  a  guest  who 

is  fain  of  a  feast, 
While    the    cryptic    Orient    stars    on    the    scroll    of 

the  sky  increased, 
And    "Welcome!    welcome!    O    son!"    floated    forth 

from  the  Gate  of  the  East. 
— Dedication    from    "Chords    of    the    Zither,"    by 

Clinton   S collar d. 


The  Lover  Thinks  of  His  Lady  in  the  North. 
Now    many    are    the    stately    ships    that    northward 

steam  away, 
And    gray    sails    northward    blow    black    hulls,    and 

many  more  are  they; 
And  myriads  of  viking  gulls  flap   to   the   northern 

seas: 
But    Oh    my    thoughts    that    go    to    you    are    more 

than  all  of  these! 

The    winds    blow    to    the   northward    like    a    million 

eager  wings, 
The    driven    sea    a    million    white-capped    waves    to 

northward    flings : 
I    send    you    thoughts    more    many    than    the    waves 

that  fleck  the  sea, 
More  eager  than  tempestuous  winds,   O  Love  long 

leagues  from  me! 

0  Love  long  leagues  from  me,  I  would  I  trod  the 

drenched  deck 
Of  some   ship  speeding  to    the   North  and    staunch 
against   all    wreck, 

1  would  I  were  a  sea-gull  strong  of  wind  and  void 

of  fear: 
Unfaltering  and    fleet    I'd   fly   the  long   way   to  my 
Dear! 

0  if  I  were  the  sea,  upon  your  northern  land    I'd 

beat 
Until    my    waves    flowed   over    all    and    kissed    your 

wandering  feet; 
And    if  I   were  the    winds   L'.d    waft  you    perfumes 

from  the  South, 
And  give  my  pleadings  to  your  ears,   my   kisses   to 

your   mouth. 

Tho'   many   ships   are   sailing,   never   one    will   carry 
me, 

1  may    not    hurry    northward    with    the    gulls,    the 

winds,  the  sea; 
But  fervid  thoughts  they  say  can  flash  across  long 

leagues  of  blue — 
Ah.  so  my  love  and  longing  must  he  known,  Deai 

Heart,    to   you! 
— From     "The     Blossomy     Bough,"     by     Shaemtts 

O  Shed. 

-!♦■ 

The    home    in    Oakland    of    M^^-id    Mrs. 
Thomas   Knowles  has  heen.br  'v   lit* 

advent  of  a  son.     Mrs.  Kn 
Miss   Ruth   Kales.  — — 


August  31,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


143 


THE   CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

The  playground  commission  will  open  to 
the  public  next  Monday  afternoon  the  latest 
acquisition  for  children's  piay,  in  the  dedica- 
tion of  Jackson  Park  Playground,  at  Seven- 
teenth and  Arkansas  Streets.  This  play- 
ground, which  has  been  in  the  course  of  con- 
struction for  the  last  year,  occupies  an  area 
of  four  and  one-half  acres  and  includes  a 
large  field  house  with  a  gymnasium  and  stage, 
dressing-rooms  and  showers  for  boys  and 
girls.  The  athletic  field  is  made  up  of  a 
quarter-mile  cinder  track  enclosing  a  foot- 
ball field  and  baseball  diamond  with  a  turf 
surface.  

R.  S.  Durkee,  auditor  and  freight  claim 
agent  of  the  Nevada  Northern  Railway  Com- 
pany, at  East  Ely,  Nevada,  has  been  ap- 
pointed to  be  comptroller  of  the  Panama- 
Pacific  Exposition  Company  to  succeed  Allan 
Pollok.  

The  fourth  annual  dog  show  of  the  Ladies" 
Kennel  Association  of  California  was  he'*d  on 
Tuesday,  Wednesday,  and  Thursday  of  this 
week  at  Dreamland  Pavilion,  with  almost  300 
aristocratic  dogs  of  all  sizes,  colors,  and 
breeds  gracing  the  benches.  The  toy  and  ex- 
tra large  varieties  were  judged  by  E.  Wright- 
son  Thorp,  who  came  from  New  York  City 
to  San  Francisco  for  the  purpose  of  examin- 
ing and  passing  upon  all  breeds  on  display 
with  the  exception  of  the  bull-terriers  and 
pointers  and  setters.  G.  C.  Israel,  a  promi- 
nent dog  fancier  of  Chehalis,  Washington, 
was  judge  of  the  bull-terrier  division.  S. 
Christensen  of  this  city  judged  the  pointers 
and  setters.  Superintendent  John  Bradshaw 
was  well  pleased  with  the  large  showing 
made   in   the   various   classes. 


An  auxiliary  committee  of  Swiss  residents 
has  been  appointed  by  President  C.  C.  Moore 
to  assist  him  in  interesting  Swiss  exhibitors 
in  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition.  B.  G. 
Tognazzi  was  elected  president  of  the  com- 
mittee;  Emil  Pohli,  first  vice-president;  G- 
A.  Berton,  second  vice-president ;  A.  Hu- 
guenin,    secretary. 


A  handy  manual  of  police  laws  in  a  pocket 
edition  will  be  printed  and  distributed  to  the 
local  police  force.  H.  A.  Mason,  ordinance 
expert  of  the  office  force,  has  been  authorized 
to  codify  all  police  ordinances  into  one  small 
volume  of  handy  size. 


The  career  of  the  late  General  William 
Booth,  founder  and  leader  of  the  Salvation 
Army,  was  eulogized  Sunday  night  at  a  me- 
morial service  held  at  the  First  Baptist 
Church  to  honor  the  memory  of  the  departed 
leader.  Both  General  George  Wood  of  the 
Salvation.  Army  and  Rev.  George  E.  Bur- 
lingame  spoke  on  the  many  qualities  and  the 
material  accomplishments  of  the  militant  Sal- 
vationist. A  special  union  service  in  memory 
of  General  Booth  will  be  held  at  the  First 
Baptist  Church  next  Sunday  afternoon  at 
three   o'clock  under   Salvation  Army  auspices. 


Ralph  Rose,  Californian,  winner  of  the 
world's  championship  in  the  two-handed  shot 
put  at  the  Olympic  Games  in  Stockholm,  ar- 
rived home  this  week  after  having  toured 
Europe  and  participated  in  many  track  and 
field  meets.  Rose  has  only  words  of  praise 
for  the  way  the  American  athletes  were 
treated  in  Europe.  He  says  the  athletes  and 
officials  of  other  nations  were  most  courteous 
to  all  American  athletes  and  the  comment 
coming  from  England  was  caused  by  the  rival 
newspapers  there. 


Within  the  next  few  weeks  ground  will  be 
iroken  in  Golden  Gate  Park  opposite  the  Me- 
.norial  Museum  for  the  new  Academy  of 
Science  building.  Contracts  already  have 
i-een  let  for  the  first  wing,  to  cost  $120,000. 
for  six  years  experts  have  been  working  on 
xhibits   and  when  completed  the  contents   of 

ie  lmilding  will  greatly  surpass  those  of  the 
old    museum    on    Market    Street    destroyed    by 

•e   in    1906.  

Alexander  Center,  for  many  years  general 
ent  of  the  Pacific  Mail  Steamship  Com- 
ny.  died  suddenly  at  his  home  in  Berkeley, 
ngust  23,  aged  sixty-eight.  Death  was  due 
paralysis.  He  was  one  of  the  best-known 
-'•  amship  men   in   California. 


The    steamer    Portland,    one     of     the     five 

amers   which   two  weeks  ago   answered  the 

O.     S-"     distress     signal     of     the     huge 

tighter     Pleiades,     when     the     latter     went 

■i  ore    at    the    entrance    to    Magdalena    Bay, 

:    vcd  in  port  Monday  from  the  lower  coast, 

-iuging  some  of  the  members  of  the  wrecked 

.•Kiel's    crew.      According    to    the    crew,    the 

iriades  ran  ashore  about  two  o'clock  on  the 

■  »rning    of    August    16.      The    steamer    was 

wight    in    a    strong    inshore    current.     The 

**mer    was    almost    a    mile    off    shore    when 

".  struck.     Fortunately,  it  was  a  sandy  bot- 

and  the   weather  was  calm. 


\  iterans    of    the    First    Regiment    of    Cali- 

■nia  Volunteers  who  served  in  the  Spanish- 

,  rj,.->      ..qT    jn    tne    Philippines    held    a   re- 

■  fright.      Arrangements  were   in 


man  ;  Colonel  Thomas  F.  O'Neil,  H.  J.  Buck- 
•"£.  J.  J-  Mohr.  and  A.  M.  Waage.  The  vet- 
erans have  formed  an  organization  for  the 
purpose  of  keeping  the  members  together  and 
arranging  for  anual  meetings.  The  officers 
of  the  organization  are  :  Milton  A.  Nathan, 
president ;  Colonel  Thomas  F.  O'Neil,  vice- 
president  ;  Rev.  Joseph  P.  McQuaide,  chap- 
lain ;  Clarence  A.  Son,  treasurer,  and  Colonel 
Henry   G.    Mathewson,  secretary. 


Umpires  who  witnessed  the  military  man- 
teuvres  last  week  in  which  10,000  troops 
burnt  much  powder  have  declared  that  the 
Blue  forces,  under  Colonel  Cornelius  Gar- 
dener, prevented  the  invasion.  The  Reds  had 
claimed  a  victory  at  the  end  of  the  theoretical 
struggle.  

"The  Atonement  of  Pan,"  the  successful 
music  drama  which  brought  this  year's  Bo- 
hemian Club  jinks  to  a  close  and  which,  after 
its  premier  production  was  voted  the  most 
artistic  of  all  the  grove  plays,  was  repeated 
in  the  Bohemian  Grove  last  Saturday  evening 
with  many  ladies,  invited  guests  of  members 
of    the   club,    in    the    audience. 


The  board  of  directors  of  the  Panama- 
Pacific  International  Exposition  Company 
have  ordered  the  buildings  and  grounds  com- 
mittee to  let  the  contract  for  the  construction 
of  the  fence  around  the  exposition  grounds 
to  B.  A.  Stewart  of  Oakland,  the  lowest  of 
twenty-three  bidders.  The  fence  will  be  two 
and  one-half  miles  long,  that  portion  lying 
outside  the  Presidio  to  be  of  wood  and  that 
within  to  be  of  wire.  Stewart's  bid  was  50 
cents  per  lineal  foot  for  the  wooden  and  57 
cents  per  lineal  foot  for  the  wire  fence,  the 
total   bid   amounting  to   $70S4. 


The  German-American  League  of  San 
Francisco,  by  permission  of  the  board  of  edu- 
cation, has  arranged  for  classes  in  a  number 
of  the  public  schools  in  which  any  child  at- 
tending the  public  schools  may  have  an  op- 
portunity of  studying  the  German  language 
at  a  nominal  cost.  It  is  planned  to  establish 
classes  in  the  Horace  Mann,  Denman,  Mis- 
sion Grammar,  Franklin,  Sutro,  Fremont, 
Dudley  Stone,  Bernal,  Madison,  Crocker, 
Monroe,  Peabody,  Emerson.  Frank  McCoppin, 
and   Grant   schools. 


Memories "  of  sudden  and  remarkable  re- 
verses of  fortune  during  early  days  on  the 
stock  exchange  were  revived  before  Judge 
Thomas  F.  Graham  in  the  superior  court  last 
Friday  in  the  granting  of  special  letters  of 
administration  to  Public  Administrator  M.  J. 
Hynes,  for  the  estate  of  the  late  M.  E.  Short. 
Once  a  millionaire  broker,  feared  for  his  dar- 
ing. Short  died  last  Tuesday  at  the  county 
almshouse,  practically  penniless. 


Opportunity  has  been  given  the  city  to  pur- 
chase eighty  acres  of  the  Sutro  estate  near 
the  Cliff  House  and  thereby  acquire  an  addi- 
tional twenty  acres  of  the  estate,  upon  which 
is  located  the  Sutro  Baths  and  Sutro  Heights, 
as  a  gift.  The  heirs  have  offered  the  eighty- 
acre  tract  and  the  twenty  acres  as  a  bonus, 
the  total  100  acres  for  $687,000.  Negotia- 
tions have  been  pending  for  this  deal  since 
last  January.  The  land  value  was  decided  by 
taking  Assessor  Dodge's  appraisement  for 
taxation  purposes  and  adding  40  per  cent. 
Computed  on  this  basis  the  eighty  acres  are 
valued  at  $687,613.  If  the  city  purchases  this 
land  Mrs.  Merritt  has  given  a  guaranty  that 
she  will  include  in  the  deed  the  Sutro  home- 
stead, for  which  she  paid  her  brothers  and 
sisters   $300,000. 


William  J.  Corbin,  secretary  and  general 
manager  of  the  Continental  Building  and 
Loan  Association,  has  secured  an  injunction 
from  United  States  District  Judge  Van  Fleet 
restraining  George  S.  Walker,  state  building 
and  loan  commissioner,  from  taking  posses- 
sion of  the  Continental  pending  involuntary 
bankruptcy  proceedings  filed  recently  in  the 
Federal  courts  by  Albert  L.  Myers,  Martin 
L.  Haines,  and  Allie  Haines.  The  restrain- 
ing order  was  granted  on  the  contention  of 
Corbin  that  the  bankruptcy  proceedings  in  the 
Federal  courts  stay  all  impending  suits  and 
actions   in   the  lower   tribunals. 


In  the  presence  of  Mrs.  Rolph,  members  of 
the  board  of  works,  a  few  of  the  supervisors, 
the  contractors  who  built  the  road,  and  a 
number  of  chance  bystanders.  Mayor  Rolph 
on  Thursday,  August  22,  drove  a  golden  spike 
which  clinched  in  place  the  last  steel  rail  of 
the  Geary  Street  Railroad  at  the  Geary  and 
Kearny   Streets   terminus. 


Charles  Frohman  has  decided  to  continue 
the  engagement  of  the  Pinero  comedy,  "The 
Amazons."  at  his  Duke  of  York's  Theatre 
London,  throughout  the  entire  summer  sea- 
son. The  play  will  be  produced  with  a  re- 
markable cast  in  New  York,  after  the  holi- 
days. 


Dr.  and  Mrs.  Langley  Porter  wish  to 
recommend  Miss  Kathleen  Curtis,  at  present 
in  their  employ,  as  nursery  governess.  She 
may  be  interviewed  at  44  Commonwealth  Ave. 

p.  ,.„,,.    ,r   .- i;ce   scientifically   predicted. 

11.  1618  Steiner  St.,  S.  F. 


Say  "Imperial"  Cocoa 

When  next  you  order  cocoa,  and  do  not 
accept  any  other  than  IMPERIAL. 

Why  so  particular  about  the  name? 

Because  it  is  recognized  as  the  best  cocoa 
offered  for  sale.  It  is  the  result  of  many 
years'  planning,  experimenting  and  study  on 
the  part  of  the  D.  Ghirardelli  Company  to 
produce  a  better  cocoa  than  any  other  on 
the  market. 

The  process  is  Ghirardelli's  own  discov- 
ery, by  which  the  flavor  is  not  only  fully 
developed,  but  improved. 

It  is  economical,  being  of  superior 
strength,  at  a  moderate  price,  and  it  goes 
farther. 

See  to  it  that  YOUR  grocer  handles 
IMPERIAL. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers 


A  Museum  of  Preserved  Voices 
Xinety-five  years  hence,  when  the  voice 
museum,  which  was  officially  inaugurated  in 
the  basement  of  the  Opera,  Paris,  by  Pedro 
Gailhardean  in  1907,  is  opened,  the  world 
will  be  given  an  opportunity  to  listen  to  the 
voices  of  famous  singers  of  ten  decades. 
The  museum  consists  of  phonographic  disks. 
carefully  wrapped  in  asbestos  and  covered 
with  glass,  which  for  greater  protection  are 
placed  separately  in  hermetically  sealed 
metallic  boxes,  from  which  the  air  is  ex- 
hausted. The  boxes  are  placed  in  rows  on 
shelves  in  the  vaults,  and  when  each  shelf  is 
full  the  front  of  the  vault  is  walled  up.  The 
disks  are  not  supposed  to  be  opened  for  100 
years.  The  singer's  name  and  a  detailed  in- 
struction as  to  how  to  use  the  disk  are  placed 
inside  each  box.  The  first  disk  placed  in  the 
vaults  included  the  voices  of  such  singers  as 
Tamagno,  Scotti,  Mme.  Calve,  Adelina  Patti, 
Schumann-Heink,  and  a  piece  executed  by 
Kubelik.  The  disks  added  to  this  year's  col- 
lection hold  the  voices  of  the  tenor  Franz, 
Caruso,  Amato,  Mme.  Sembrich,  Geraldine 
Farrar,  Bessie  Abbott,  Tetrazzini,  and  a 
piano  piece  by   Paderewski. 


California  to  New  York  seems  to  be  a 
favorite  trip  for  coast-to-coast  automobile 
tourists.  Only  recently  two  men  arrived  in 
the  Eastern  metropolis  from  Los  Angeles  in 
a  runabout  which  made  the  journey  in  a 
very  leisurely  thirty-three  days,  of  which 
seventeen  were  spent  on  the  road.  In  the 
next  few  years  it  is  believed  the  southern 
route,  which  leads  through  Yuma,  Phcenix. 
Globe,  Springerville,  and  Trinidad,  Colorado, 
will  be  in  excellent  condition,  and  when  it  is 
it  will  be  preferred  by  most  ocean-to-ocean 
tourists.  Most  transcontinental  motorists  now 
choose  the  northern  route.  This  is  open  only 
in  the  summer  months ;  in  the  winter  many 
parts  of  it  are  impassable.  The  southern 
route  will  be  open  the  year  round. 


A  great  deal  of  good  music  is  scattered 
in  operas  and  operettas  of  the  past  which 
did  not  have  enough  of  it,  however,  to  hold 
their  own  (says  Henry  T.  Finck,  in  the  New 
York  Evening  Post).  In  most  cases  there 
is  no  particular  reason  why  a  given  tune 
should  be  in  a  given  opera  any  more  than  in 
another.  Evidently  guided  by  this  thought, 
the  Berlin  critic,  Dr.  Leopold  Schmidt,  has 
produced  a  new  operetta,  "The  Return  of 
Ulysses."  the  music  of  which  is  made  up 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 

Kmcker — The  moose  is  distinctively  Ameri- 
can.   Bocker— So  was  the  buffalo. — New  York 

Sun. 

First  Wife — What  is  your  husband's  aver- 
age income,  Mrs.  Smith?  Second  Wife — Oh, 
about  midnight. — Judge. 

Mrs.  Whimper — John,  if  I  should  die  would 
you  marry  again?  Whimper — Perhaps,  if  the 
trap  was  set  different. — New  York  Globe. 

"Why  don"t  you  marry  Evelyn?  Don't  you 
think  you  could  support  her?"  "Support  her! 
Why.  I  couldn't  even  pay  for  her  complexion.'' 
— Satire. 

Proud  Mother — Such  enormous  sums  as 
we've  spent  on  Clara's  voice.  Sympathem 
Visitor — And  you  can  really  do  nothing  for 
it? — London  Bystander. 

"That  grafting  alderman  has  a  queer  de- 
fense." "What  is  it?"  "That  he  shouldn't 
have  been  given  the  money  that  he  de- 
manded."— Detroit  Free  Press. 

"Why  should  I  marry  you  ?"  she  asked 
superciliously.  "Well,  of  course,'"  he  replied 
viciously,  "you  can  die  an  old  maid  if  you 
want  to.'' — Lippincott's  Magazine. 

Guest — That's  a  beautiful  rug.  May  I  ask 
how  much  it  cost  you  ?  Host — Five  hundred 
dollars.  A  hundred  and  fifty  for  it  and  the 
rest  for  furniture  to  match. — Boston  Tran- 
script. 

"Senator,  you  say  you  never  learned  much 
Latin  V  "Enough  to  worry  along  with,  I 
guess,  in  my  business.  I  early  mastered  the 
meaning  of  'per  diem.'" — Louisville  Courier- 
Jcurnal. 

Mr.  Henry  Peck — Do  you  think  you  can 
make  a  good  portrait  of  my  wife  ?  Mr. 
Brushaway — My  friend,  I  can  make  it  so  life- 
like you'll  jump  every  time  you  see  it. — 
New  York  Globe. 

Willie — Did  your  mother  or  your  father 
punish  you  when  you  were  young?  Tommie 
— Both.  Willie — How  did  your  father  punish 
you  ?  Tommie — He  used  to  sing  to  me. — 
Yonkers  Statesman. 

"Is  your  theory  making  any  practical 
progress?"  "Unquestionably,"  replied  the  So- 
cialist. "Already  umbrellas,  lead  pencils,  and 
matches  are  regarded  as  common  property." 
— Washington  Star. 

"What  have  you  done  toward  punishing 
lawbreakers?"  "Well,"  replied  the  shady  po- 
lice officer,  "I  have  done  a  great  deal  toward 
hurting  their  feelings  by  taking  their  money 
away  from  them." — Washington  Star. 

"Cholly  received  a  letter  this  morning  from 
Gladys  Maud.  He  consumed  an  hour  in  read- 
ing it."  "Was  the  letter  very  long?"  "Not 
very  long.  He  spent  most  of  the  time  looking 
for  page  2." — Birmingham  Age-Herald. 

Willis— ^omx  son  has  the  true  college 
spirit,  you  say?  Gillis — Yes.  He  firmly  be- 
lieves that  he  is  the  greatest  man  in  the 
greatest  class  that  ever  was  graduated  from 
the  greatest  institution  in  the  country. — Puck. 

Harassed  Prisoner — Pray,  great  chief, 
why  do  you  keep  your  servant  tied  up  so 
long?  Cannibal  King — A  thousand  pardons, 
dear  missionary,  but  we  are  waiting  for  the 
consignment  of  paper  bags  from  Sydney ! — 
Sydney  Bulletin. 

Casual  Angler  (who  has  left  the  packing  of 
impedimenta  to  boy) — Haven't  seen  no  rod, 
haven't  you?  What  the  deuce  do  you  think 
I  was  going  to  catch  fish  with,  then?  Boy 
(exhibiting  the  landing-net ) — I  thought  you 
catched  'em  with  this  'ere. — Punch. 

"There  isn't  one  man  in  a  million  who 
would  be  so  mean  to  his  wife  and  children 
as  you  are,"  remarked  the  wife,  bitterly. 
"Now  that's  what  I  admire  in  you,  dear," 
ventured  the  husband,  slowly — "you  have  such 
a  head   for  figures." — Harper's  Magazine. 

Bozcler — All  ready  for  the  bowling  season  ! 
I  thought  you  were  going  to  make  extensive 
improvements  in  the  alleys  this  summer?  I 
don't  see  any.  Proprietor — Great  Scotl,  man, 
the  alleys  will  be  fully  six  and  a  half  inches 
closer  to  the  bar  than  they  were  last  year ! 
— Puck. 

"Your  candidate's  record  docs  not  indicate 
that  he  entirely  agrees  with  his  party  plat- 
form." "No.  That's  part  of  our  strategy. 
Voters  who  don't  like  the  candidate  may  like 
the  platform,  and  those  who  don't  like  the 
platform  may  like  the  candidate." — Washing- 
ton Slur. 

"Mordecai  Judson,"  roared  Colonel  White. 
who  bad  been  aroused  in  the  middle  of  the 
nighl  by  a  suspicious  noise  in  his  poultry 
house,  "is  that  you  in  there,  you  black  thief?" 
"No,  sah  !"  humbly  replied  a  frightened  voice. 
hi-  is  muh  cousin,  Ink  Judson,  dat  looks  so 
much  like  me  and  steals  everything  he  kin 
lay  his  dog-gawn  ban's  on.  Ah's  at  home  dis 
minute,  sah,  uh-sleeping  de  sleep  o'  de  jest." 
--/  uck. 

"You're    looking    mighty    sour ;    what's    the 

Honeymoon    over?"     "1    guess   so." 

"How'd  that  happen,"     "Oh,  we  were  drifting 

along  down   life's   enchanted  stream,  like   the 

poel    i>  II-    about,  and  just  as   I    was  thinking    1 


should  like  to  drift  on  and  on  with  her  for- 
ever she  up  and  told  me  that  she  had  got  to 
have  some  money.'' — Houston  Post. 


"They  say  you  can  read  character  in  hand- 
writing." remarked  the  paying  teller  of  an  im- 
portant branch  bank  in  Harlem,  "and  I  dare 
say  it's  true.  But  I  read  more  in  the  ex- 
traneous matter  written  on  checks  that  pass 
through  the  bank  than  I  do  in  the  signature. 
I  had  a  sample  check  today.  It  was  drawn 
by  a  saloonkeeper,  and  along  the  margin  he 
had  written,  'Against  Prohibition  every  time.' 
The  size  of  the  check  indicated  a  prosperous 
man.  The  fact  that  he  did  more  than  sign  his 
name  suggested  that  he  is  not  overworked  or 
pressed  for  time.  And  the  nature  of  the  in- 
scription was  evidence  of  a  lively  sense  of 
humor — of  a  certain  sort.  Another  check 
bore  this  line :  T  hate  to  let  go  of  it.'  I'll 
wager  something  that  the  writer  is  a  jolly 
chap  and  a  good  companion.  But  the  mean- 
est citizen  that  indulges  in  this  sort  of  litera- 
ture— and  he  is  quite  numerous — is  the  di- 
vorced man  who  periodically  writes  across  a 
check  drawn  in  his  ex-wife's  favor  the  words, 
'For  alimony.'  so  as  to  embarrass  her  in  pre- 
senting it  anywhere.  He  ought  to  be  kicked, 
you  know." — New  York  Globe. 
■«•■» 

Olaf  Larson,  working  in  a  warehouse, 
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five  stories  with  a  load  of  boxes.  Horror- 
stricken,  the  other  employees  rushed  down  the 
stairs,  only  to  find  him  picking  himself  un- 
harmed out  of  the  rubbish.  "Ess  de  boss 
mad?"  he  whispered  cautiously.  "Tell  'em 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Primary  Elections — Labor  Day — An 
Issue  of  Veracity — Russia  and  Japan  in  China — Gov- 
ernor and  Government — Mr.  Perkins  and  "Social 
Justice" — The  New  General  Booth — Senator  Perkins 
Will    Retire— Editorial    Notes 145-147 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    147 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn 148 

OLD  FAVORITES:  "Rupert's  March,"  by  Walter  Thorn- 
bury   148 

HONORING    THE    PILGRIMS:     Another    American    Shrine 

on  English   Soil.     By  Henry  C.    Shelley 149 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 149 

FAMOUS  LONDON  HOUSES:  Mr.  St.  John  Adcock 
Writes  of  Some  of  the  Literary  Shrines  of  the  Eng- 
lish  Metropolis    150 

THE     SCAR:     And     the     Americano     Whose     Return     Was 

Awaited.     By    George    S.    Rolands 151 

THE  RIDING  CAMEL.     By  Will  H.  Ogilvie 152 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:     Critical  Notes— Briefer   Reviews — 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. ..  152-153 

THE    HAT    OUR    FATHER    WORE:     Now    an    Emblem 

Rather  Than  a  Utilitarian  Top-Piece 154 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Wild  Mustard,"  by  Netta  Marquis; 
"Circumstance,"    by    Eleanor    Robbins    Wilson;    "Daily 

Service,"    by    Helen    Cole   Crewe 154 

DRAMA:     "Pomander  Walk."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps..         155 

FOYER  AND    BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 155 

VANITY  FAIR:  Mrs.  Belmont's  Crusade  Against  Market 
Graft — Decline  of  the  Mourning  Habit  in  British  So- 
ciety— Mrs.  Graham's  Sorrow  for  the  Working-Girl — 
Angry  Women  Bathers  of  Los  Angeles — The  Yearning 

of   Princess    Eulalie    for    French    Liberty 156 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise          157 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 157 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             158 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   159 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 160 


The  Primary  Elections. 

The  week  under  review  has  been  made  notable  by 
three  primary  elections.  The  first  was  in  Michigan, 
when  the  regular  Republican  ticket  was  successful  by 
its  usual  substantial  majority.  Progressive  candidates 
under  the  third-party  name  received  in  the  aggregate 
only  about  six  thousand  votes.  In  many  precincts  no 
Progressive  ticket  was  presented  to  the  voters.  This 
result  has  been  interpreted  after  the  manner  of  political 
partisanship  in  two  ways.  Many  Republicans  assume 
that  it  implies  an  utter  lack  of  popular  backing  for  the 
Bull  Moose  movement  in  Michigan.  On  the  other 
hand,  the  Progressives  declare  that  they  might  have 
carried  the  state  if  they  had  put  forth  a  serious  effort. 
The  true  interpretation,  we  believe,  lies  midway  between 
these  assumptions.  The  Republicans  are  stronger  in 
Michigan  than  the  Progressives,  but  the  latter  would 
probably  have  made  a  much  better  showing  if  they  had 
been  organized  and  marshaled.  The  real  significance  of 
the  result,  we  think,  is  this,  namely,  that  it  is  not  within 
the  plan  of  the  Progressive  party  to  make  a  campaign 


in  Michigan.  And  the  natural  inference  is  that  their 
effort  in  behalf  of  Roosevelt  this  fall  will  not  be  gen- 
eral, but  limited  to  a  few  states  with  the  hope  of  di- 
viding the  Republican  vote  and  permitting  the  election 
to  go  to  the  Democratic  nominee.  In  other  words,  the 
Bull  Moose  scheme  looks,  not  to  the  election  of  Roose- 
velt, but  to  the  defeat  of  Taft. 

The  second  event  of  the  week  was  the  primary  elec- 
tion in  Vermont  on  Tuesday.  Here  there  was  a  real 
effort  on  the  part  of  the  Bull-Moosers  to  make  a  show- 
ing. As  we  write  the  returns  are  not  complete,  but 
sufficiently  general  to  exhibit  the  political  complexion 
of  the  state.  In  217  out  of  246  towns  the  Repubhcan 
candidates  had  23,602  votes,  the  Democrats  18.2^0  the 
Progressives  14,220,  the  Prohibitionists  14?^  tne  g0_ 
cialists  1006.  The  same  places  in  1910  "ave  Republican 
candidates  21.816;.  Democrats  J4$93,  Prohibitionists 
1052,  Socialists  890.  These  figures  indicate  that  the 
Bull  Moose  movement,  while  not  formidable  in  a  posi- 
tive sense,  has  cut  heavily  into  the  Republican  vote,  and 
to  some  extent  into  the  Democratic  vote.  The  result, 
while  still  leaving  the  Republican  party  in  the  lead, 
leaves  it  with  a  narrow  plurality  instead  of  with  its  old- 
time  majority.  It  is  highly  significant  as  illustrating 
the  power  of  the  Bull  Moose  movement  in  a  tradi- 
tionally Republican  state  to  divert  Republican  votes  and 
therefore  to  break  down  the  effective  control  of  the 
party. 

The  California  primaries  on  Tuesday,  as  was  ex- 
pected, resulted  in  a  notable  victory  for  the  Bull- 
Moosers.  Many  circumstances  contributed  to  this  re- 
sult. Governor  Johnson's  organization  was  in  absolute 
control  of  the  Republican  party  name  and  machinery, 
and  were  therefore  enabled  to  present  their  ticket  under 
a  false  label.  In  order  to  support  Republican  candi- 
dates it  was  necessary  to  vote  a  ticket  bearing  another 
name.  This,  of  course,  made  serious  confusion,  giving 
the  Bull-Moosers  not  only  their  legitimate  strength  but 
the  advantage  of  nominal  regularity.  Hundreds  and 
thousands  of  Republicans  voted  what  purported  to  be 
the  party  ticket  not  realizing  that  they  were  in  effect 
voting  against  their  party  nominees.  Whether  or  not 
the  Bull-Moosers  could  have  carried  the  state  if  the 
political  lay-out  had  been  an  honest  one  is,  of  course, 
a  matter  for  speculation.  The  movement  is  undoubtedly 
strong  in  California,  but  in  the  opinion  of  the  Argonaut 
it  was  not  strong  enough  to  win  if  the  contest  had  been 
on  straight  lines.  It  goes  without  saying  that  possession 
of  the  whole  machinery  of  nominations  and  elections 
was  a  tremendous  advantage  and  that  dishonest  use  of 
the  Republican  name  by  the  Bull-Moosers  gave  them 
many  thousands  of  votes  to  which  they  were  not  en- 
titled. It  is  notable  that  even  under  the  handicaps 
above  defined  the  regular  Republicans  were  successful 
in  six  of  the  eleven  congressional  districts. 

It  is  now  plainly  evident  that  the  Bull-Moosers,  being 
in  full  control  of  the  Republican  machinery  in  Cali- 
fornia, intend  to  use  it  to  betray  and  defeat  the  Repub- 
lican candidate  for  the  presidency  here.  Under  the 
Republican  name  they  will  present  a  ticket  of  presi- 
dential electors  pledged  against  the  Republican  nomi- 
nee, Taft,  and  to  support  of  the  Progressive  nominee, 
Roosevelt.  If  they  succeed  in  carrying  out  this  gross 
and  indecent  programme,  it  will  make  it  practically  im- 
possible for  Republicans  in  California  to  vote  for  the 
party  nominee.  Practically  it  will  make  the  contest 
here  between  Democratic  electors  on  the  one  hand  and 
Progressive  electors  masquerading  under  the  Repub- 
lican name.  Republicans,  resentful  of  this  outrageous 
abuse  of  power  and  having  to  choose  between  Wilson 
and  Roosevelt,  will,  we  think,  have  no  difficulty  in  de- 
termining how  to  vote.  The  first  motive  in  such  a  con- 
test will  be  to  protest  against  a  bare-faced  fraud  and  an 
open  disfranchisement. 

It  is  of  course  possible  that  the  Bull-Moosers,  sobered 
by  reflection,  may  not  go  forward  with  their  plans  as 
announced — that  they  will  take  heed  of  outraged  and 
resentful  Republican  sentiment.     But  nothing  thus  far 


in  their  course  affords  intimation  of  a  revival  of  con- 
science or  decency.  Probably  they  will  proceed  along 
the  lines  they  have  framed  up;  and  in  that  event  the 
electoral  vote  of  California  will  in  all  likelihood  go  to 
the  Democratic  nominee. 


Labor  Day. 

The  Labor  Day  procession  was  not  a  very  imposing 
one  for  a  city  of  the  size  of  San  Francisco.  It  becomes 
still  less  impressive  when  we  remember  the  coercive 
system  of  fines  and  penalties  by  which  many  unions 
enforce  the  aTtr,Yiance  of  their  members  TJ, 
system  should  be  necessary  proves  a  lack  of  spontaneity 
and  enthusiasm  not  surprising  in  wage-earners  who 
are  compelled  to  lose  a  day's  pay  that  they  can  ill  afford 
to  lose,  and  for  advantages  that  are  dubious,  to  say  the 
least  of  it.  But  then  coercion  is  the  keynote  of  the 
movement,  and  we  can  hardly  expect  resistance  from 
those  who  are  willing  to  tolerate  supervision  of  their 
clothing  or  to  accept  dictation  as  to  where  they  shall 
or  shall  not  eat  their  dinner. 

It  is  natural  that  Mr.  Darrow  should  be  the  guest 
of  honor.  He  has  done  all  the  things  that  would  en- 
dear him  to  the  heart  of  union  labor.  He  has  defended 
many  of  those  "martyrs"  whose  activities  for  "the 
cause"  have  taken  the  form  of  dynamite,  the  revolver, 
and  the  slungshot.  He  has  himself  been  tried  on  a 
charge  of  bribing  a  jury  on  behalf  of  men  whom  he 
declared  to  be  innocent  and  knew  to  be  guilty,  and  he 
is  about  to  be  tried  again.  And  finally  his  pockets  have 
been  open  to  an  unending  stream  of  labor-union  money, 
and  if  there  is  anything  the  average  unionist  loves  it 
is  to  be  bullied  and  robbed.  For  example,  the  total 
of  the  wages  lost  by  the  35,000  men  who  marched  in 
Monday's  procession  would  just  about  make  a  single 
fee  for  Clarence  Darrow.  We  can  hardly  wonder  at 
the  adulation  given  to  Mr.  Darrow  by  his  assembled 
dupes.  He  almost  deserves  it.  It  is  true  that  he  lost 
the  McNamara  case,  having  urged  his  clients  to  con- 
fess for  reasons  best  known  to  himself,  but  let  us  hope 
that  he  will  still  be  entrusted  with  the  defense  of  Tveit- 
moe,  Johansen,  and  Clancy.  Perhaps  he  can  induce 
them  to  confess.  At  least  he  will  note  with  gratifica- 
tion that  Teamsters'  Union  No.  85  has  donated  $500  to 
the  defense  fund. 

The  dominant  note  of  Mr.  Darrow's  speech  was  its 
cowardice.  Anxious  to  preach  a  crude  socialism  he 
was  afraid  to  say  so.  Eager  to  incite  to  oppression, 
dishonesty,  and  violence,  he  resorted  to  suggestion  and 
condonation.  The  citizen,  he  tells  us,  has  no  inalien- 
able right  to  work,  but  he  has  an  inalienable  right 
to  "what  he  can  get  and  hold  on  to,"  no  matter,  pre- 
sumably, how  he  gets  it,  and  this  may  be  taken  as  a 
sample  of  the  morals  that  pervaded  the  speech.  The 
restriction  of  apprenticeships  meets,  apparently,  with 
Mr.  Darrow's  approval,  although  he  blows  hot  and  cold 
with  the  same  breath.  The  plumbers  are  right  in  keep- 
ing out  apprentices — "if  there  were  any  more  they'd  be 
burglars."  And  what  becomes  of  those  who  are  thus 
kept  out,  and  who  are  thus  forbidden  in  America  to 
learn  a  trade  or  to  earn  a  living?  Has  Mr.  Darrow 
faced  that  problem,  or  is  it  among  the  things  that  do 
not  matter  so  long  as  the  plumbers  can  preserve  them- 
selves immaculate  from  competition  ?  Is  Mr.  Darrow 
aware  that  the  increase  in  hoboism  and  in  crime  has 
been  attributed  by  competent  students  to  this  very 
limitation  of  apprentices  to  which  he  gives  his  benedic- 
tion of  "that's  right"?  These  things,  says  Mr.  Darrow, 
are  not  ideal.  One  day  it  will  be  unnecessary  to  limit 
apprentices  or  to  compel  a  man  to  work  slowly  or  to 
work  badly,  but  "it's  not  a  bad  plan  under  present  con- 
ditions." And  therein  Mr.  Darrow  lies  and  lies  impu- 
dently, for  he  knows  better.  He  knows  that  it  is  a 
bad  plan,  a  damnably  bad  plan,  to  forbid  young  men  to 
learn  a  trade,  to  force  them  into  the  ranks  of  unskilled 
labor,  to  poison  them  with  the  disappointment  of  honest 
ambition.  He  knows  well  that  it  is  a  "plan"  under 
which  no  civilized  government  can   coi 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7,  1912. 


that  it  is  as  wicked  as  it  is  futile.  The  poor  demented 
creatures  who  applaud  such  sentiments  may  be  excused 
on  the  ground  of  ignorance,  but  Mr.  Darrow  is  not 
ignorant,  except  of  the  fundamental  virtues.  He  knows 
well  that  he  was  condoning  a  social  crime  and  his  con- 
donation was  none  the  less  real  because  he  clothed  it 
in  the  usual  sickly  verbiage  of  liberty  and  right. 

But  discussion  is,  of  course,  wasted  where  there  is 
no  common  recognition  of  right  and  wrong.  Mr.  Dar- 
row's  speech  is  a  veiled  plea  for  class  government,  for  a 
social  system  in  which  majority  and  minority  stand  as 
conquerors  and  conquered,  for  a  reversion  to  the  "good 
old  plan" 

Where  he  may  take  that  hath  the  power 
And  he  may  keep  who  can. 

Under  such  a  system  whatever  is  possible  is  also  law- 
ful, even  bribing  a  jury  or  murdering  by  dynamite. 

* 

An  Issue  of  Veracity. 
In  a  letter  of  some  eighteen  thousand  words,  which 
would  fill  between  five  and  six  pages  of  the  Argo- 
naut, Mr.  Roosevelt  seeks  to  confuse  the  issue  be- 
tween himself  and  the  managers  of  the  Standard  Oil 
Company  with  respect  to  campaign  contributions  in  the 
f  hi  id  ntial  candidacy,  1904      T1 ay  of 


ltd  th 
used.     Mr.  Archbold,  being 

der  oath,  confirmed  Senator  Penrose's  statement.  He 
further  said  that  upon  the  solicitation  of  Cornelius  N. 
Bliss,  treasurer  of  the  national  committee,  the  Standard 
Oil  Company  gave  the  sum  of  $100,000  for  use  in  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  national  campaign.  Mr.  Archbold  told  Mr. 
Bliss  that  the  Standard  Oil  Company  wished  its  contri- 
bution to  be  known  and  approved  by  Mr.  Roosevelt,  this 
being  a  condition  of  the  gift.  Mr.  Bliss  gave  him  the 
assurance  he  desired.  A  few  weeks  later  Mr.  Bliss 
called  upon  Mr.  Archbold  and  asked  for  another  con- 
tribution, naming  $150,000  as  the  sum  desired.  The 
Standard  Oil  people  declined  to  make  this  second 
contribution,  whereupon  Mr.  Bliss  remarked  that  they 
were  "making  a  mistake."  Very  soon  after  the  Stand- 
ard Oil  Company  found  that  the  authorities  at  Wash- 
ington were  embarrassing  them  by  inquiry  into  their 
operations.  "A  year  later,"  says  Mr.  Archbold  in  his 
sworn  statement,  "Mr.  Rogers  and  I  spent  the  evening 
with  the  President  at  the  White  House.  Roosevelt 
made  no  especial  reference  to  our  contribution,  but 
said  that  there  had  been  some  criticism  of  campaign 
contributions,  but  that  was  to  be  expected." 

Mr.  Roosevelt  meets  this  testimony  with  angry  de- 
nial. Penrose  and  Archbold,  he  says,  are  "deliberate 
liars."  By  way  of  sustaining  this  charge  he  produces 
copies  of  letters  alleged  to  have  been  written  by  himself 
to  the  chairman  of  the  national  committee,  the  chairman 
being  his  own  selection  and  formerly  his  own  private 
secretary,  protesting  against  the  acceptance  of  any  con- 
tribution from  the  Standard  Oil  Company  and  ve- 
hemently insisting  upon  the  return  of  any  money  if 
such  had  previously  been  received.  To  this  the  chair- 
man of  the  committee,  Mr.  Cortelyou,  replied  that  they 
had  in  hand  no  Standard  Oil  money.  This  was  prob- 
ably true,  since  Mr.  Archbold's  contribution  had  been 
received  in  September,  while  Mr.  Roosevelt's  letter 
bore  date  of  October  26  following,  during  which  in- 
terim there  had  arisen  loud  criticism  in  connection  with 
campaign  contributions  from  certain  sources. 

Having  first  declared  the  statements  of  Penrose  and 
Archbold  to  be  untrue  and  having  damned  these  gentle- 
men as  unmitigated  liars,  Mr.  Roosevelt  slightly  modi- 
fies his  tone.  If,  he  now  says,  any  contribution  to  his 
campaign  fund  was  received  from  the  Standard  Oil 
Company  it  was  without  his  knowledge  and  in  dis- 
obedience to  his  commands.  This  is  a  little  more 
gentle,  and  leaves,  a  loop-hole  by  which  everybody 
may  escape,  excepting  perhaps  Mr.  Bliss,  who  is  hap- 
pily dead.  Although  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  the  organiser 
and  practically  the  administrator  of  his  own  campaign, 
it  is  just  possible  that  he  was  not  informed  about  con- 
tributions from  questionable  sources.  It  is  possible 
that  his  young  men  thought  it  just  as  well  to  reserve 
detailed  facts  in  order  that  he  might  later  on  be  free 
to  say  as  he  does  now  that  he  was  not  informed.  We 
say  this  is  possible,  rim  tin  nigh  improbable,  in  so  im- 
portant  an  rnstance,  for  we  do  not  wish  to  fall  into 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  bad  practice  of  attributing  the 
worst  motives  in  every  case  where  there  is  disagree- 
ment,   witl    possible   misunderstanding  or   misinterpre- 


Of  course  this  matter  is  bound  to  be  cleared  up.  Mr. 
Hearst  cables  from  London  that  he  is  in  possession  of 
letters  which  prove  that  the  Standard  Oil  Company  did 
contribute  to  Mr.  Roosevelt's  campaign  fund,  as  Messrs. 
Penrose  and  Archbold  have  declared.  Mr.  Archbold 
says  that  Mr.  Bliss's  receipt  must  be  somewhere  in  his 
files,  and  that  he  will  look  it  up.  Mr.  Cortelyou  will 
be  called  upon  by  the  investigating  committee  for  what- 
ever he  may  know  in  connection  with  the  matter.  Mr. 
Roosevelt  will  be  called;  and  Mr.  Archbold  will  be  re- 
called.    The  matter  will  be  sifted  to  the  bottom. 

In  the  meantime  Mr.  Roosevelt's  denials  are  far 
from  being  conclusive.  Besides  the  fact  that  they  are 
involved  with  the  word  "if,"  they  lack  the  credit  which 
ought  to  belong  to  the  word  of  one  who  has  been  Presi- 
dent of  the  United  States.  But  Mr.  Roosevelt  has  said 
so  many  things  in  heat  and  in  extravagance,  he  so 
often  means  one  thing  when  he  says  another,  that 
his  word  lacks  weight.  Mr.  Penrose  and  Mr.  Arch- 
bold may  not  be  perfect  men  in  all  respects,  but  they 
have  never  been  convicted  of  falsehood,  and  it  is  not 
surprising  that  there  are  many — very  many — who  ac- 
credit their  testimony  quite  as  highly  as  that  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt. 
. 

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ii 

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in  oi 
ganizing  the  nun  Moose  eamparg 

pected  to  supply  other  large  sums  under  campaign  plans 
now  being  made.  There  are  many  who  would  like  to 
know,  the  source  of  all  this  largess.  Mr.  Roosevelt 
ought  to  know  where  the  money  has  come  from  and 
where  it  is  coming  from.  He  surely  does  know  unless 
as  suggested  in  the  former  instance  he  may  purposely 
and  diplomatically  avoid  details  which  might  be  em- 
barrassing. Since  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  so  anxious  to  in- 
form the  country  with  respect  to  campaign  contribu- 
tions, why  does  he  not  speak  up  now  and  answer  ques- 
tions which  are  in  the  mind  and  in  the  mouth  of  the 
whole  country?  , 

Senator  Perkins  Will  Retire. 

Senator  Perkins's  determination  not  to  seek  re- 
election is  not  surprising  in  view  of  his  age  and  bodily 
conditions.  At  the  end  of  the  term  he  is  now  serving 
in  the  Senate  he  will  be  far  past  the  normal  span  of 
life,  and  already  he  has  had  warning  that  the  activities 
which  he  has  long  sustained  can  not  with  safety  be 
carried  further.  In  consideration  of  these  circum- 
stances, Senator  Perkins  has  felt  it  his  duty  to  announce 
that   his   public   life   will   end   with   his   present   term. 

By  this  announcement  we  may  well  be  reminded  of  the 
services  which  Mr.  Perkins  has  rendered  to  California. 
Since  early  manhood  he  has  been  inspired  by  a  sense 
of  social  and  political  responsibility,  whether  in  office 
or  out  of  it,  and  he  has  never  failed  to  respond  to  any 
reasonable  draft  made  in  the  public  behoof  upon  his 
energies,  his  fortunes,  or  his  patriotism.  Long  ago  he 
served  for  a  term  of  four  years  as  governor;  and  now 
for  nineteen  years  under  successive  appointments  and 
elections  he  has  been  a  senator,  so  devoted  to  his  duties 
that  the  aggregate  of  his  absences  from  his  seat  in  the 
Senate  is  less  than  the  number  of  days  in  a  single 
month.  In  all  that  time  he  has  regarded  himself  as  a 
servant  of  the  state,  always  subject  to  any  de- 
mands made  upon  him,  though  they  have  at  times 
been  inconsiderate  and  unreasonable.  Others  under 
similar  responsibilities  may  have  taken  their  duty 
lightly;  Mr.  Perkins  has  taken  his  duty  seriously.  No 
labor  essential  to  the  intelligent  performance  of  his 
functions  has  been  shirked  or  slighted;  no  pains  essen- 
tial to  the  service  of  the  state  have  come  between  him 
and  the  high  standard  which  he  set  for  himself  at  the 
beginning  his  senatorial  career. 

Senator  Perkins,  in  his  own  attitude  towards  official 
life,  has  always  minimized  his  own  powers  and  position. 
A  thousand  utterances  of  his  might  be  quoted  illustra- 
tive of  his  modesty  respecting  his  powers  and  influence 
in  the  Senate.  Yet  it  is  pleasant  to  recall  that  in  all 
the  long  years  of  his  senatorship  he  has  never  made  a 
serious  mistake.  If  upon  occasion  he  has  been  slow  to 
declare  himself  for  or  against  this  or  that  measure  of 
principle  or  policy  it  is  a  satisfaction  to  recall  that 
almost  invariably  he  has  been  found  ultimately  on  the 
right  side  of  every  important  issue.  Temperamentally 
disposed  to  conciliation  and  indisposed  to  antagonisms, 
he  has  nevertheless  in  every  crisis  stood  firmly  on 
the  side  of  national  duty  and  of  broad  public  welfare. 


If  he  has  not  aimed  at  brilliancy,  he  has  ever  kept  in 
view  the  higher  standards  of  public  duty  and  public 
honor.  Always  assiduous  with  respect  to  matters  of  di- 
rect interest  to  California,  Mr.  Perkins  has  nevertheless 
been  careful  to  sustain  in  his  senatorial  duties  his  char- 
acter as  a  senator  not  merely  of  California  but  of  the 
nation.  He  has  studied  the  great  issues  as  they  have 
arisen  in  the  working  of  the  government  and  unfailingly 
has  given  his  voice  and  his  vote  where  they  would  best 
serve  the  national  responsibilities  and  dignities. 

It  goes  without  saying  that  a  man  of  so  much  con- 
science and  unwearied  diligence  and  of  such  exceptional 
gifts  of  sympathy  and  cooperation  should  have  won  an 
effective  place  in  the  national  councils.    As  chairman  of 
the  naval  committee  he  has  had  a  leading  part  in  the 
creation  of  what  we   call   our  new   navy.     As   a  man 
highly  placed  on  other  committees  Mr.  Perkins  has  had 
a  share  in  many  affairs  important  in   relation  to  the 
national  life.     As  a  man  always  dependable  for  labori- 
ous attention  to  the  details  of  legislation  he  has  steadily 
achieved  results  where  other  men  of  higher  pretensions 
have  failed.     It  is  with  regret  that  the  Argonaut  notes 
Mr.  Perkins's  determination  to  retire  from  public  life. 
And  it  is  by  no  mc"ns  hopeful  that  we  shall  succeed  in 
le  will  soon  vacate  another  man  of 
ty,   of   equal   intelligence   and   in- 
let for  getting  on  the  right  side 
.    if  sodesty.     In  common  with  all  who 

I 

■    . 

olds  him  in  li 

return  to  California  and  wish  for  him  length  di  year; 
marked  by  a  public  appreciation  fairly  earned. 


Governor  and  Government. 

Governor  Johnson's  appearances  in  California  are  so 
few  and  far  between,  his  national  duties  so  con- 
tinuous and  exacting,  that  he  can  hardly  be  ex- 
pected to  turn  his  attention  to  such  insignificances 
of  state  government  as  the  slow  starvation  of  the 
infirm-minded  at  Napa  or  the  surprisingly  large 
crop  on  the  political  plum-tree  at  the  water-front.  It 
is  not  given  to  every  one  to  save  the  nation  between 
now  and  November  or  to  battle  for  the  Lord  as  second 
in  command  at  Armageddon.  California  can  hardly 
expect  a  monopoly  of  services  intended  for  the  nation 
at  large,  and  if  she  is  called  upon  to  make  some  sacri- 
fices she  should  do  it  with  a  light  and  patriotic  heart. 
After  all,  things  might  be  worse.  Instead  of  being 
continuously  absent  the  governor  might  be  continuously 
present. 

But  in  the  lack  of  explanations  that  will  doubtless  be 
forthcoming  after  the  aforesaid  battle  of  Armageddon 
there  is  room  for  hope  that  state  affairs  have  not  gone 
seriously  wrong.  It  is  true  that  they  appear  to  be 
wrong  on  the  surface,  but  then  appearances  are  notori- 
ously deceptive.  Comparison  between  the  governor's 
pledges  and  his  performances  seems  hardly  to  show  the 
serious  discrepancies  claimed  by  his  critics.  He  prom- 
ised, for  example,  that  he  would  introduce  the  "merit 
system"  into  the  public  service,  and  a  glance  at  the 
water-front  shows  that  he  has  done  so.  If  any  one 
doubts  the  merits  of  "Rough-House"  McDonald,  Vic 
Sbragia,  Nic  Beban,  and  the  other  worthies  with  curi- 
ous names  and  still  more  curious  records,  let  him  turn 
to  the  story  of  the  last  legislature  and  note  the  un- 
varying fidelity  displayed  by  these  gentlemen  in  their 
votes  and  their  cheers.  Moreover,  they  need  the 
money.  We  have  it  on  the  authority  of  Holy  Writ  that 
the  laborer  is  worthy  of  his  hire,  and  the  governor  can 
hardly  be  expected  to  build  up  a  political  machine  with- 
out the  usual  distribution  of  favors  and  rewards  at  the 
public  expense.  Indeed  he  seems  to  have  practiced  a 
commendable  economy.  When  the  harbor  board  passed 
under  its  present  control  there  were  305  men  whose  ag- 
gregate pay  was  about  $31,000  a  month.  There  are 
now  679  names  on  the  pay-roll  and  they  receive  about 
$65,000  a  month.  Every  one  of  these-new  men  showed 
merit,  and  can  prove  it.  In  many  cases  they  can  prove 
it  by  the  records  of  the  legislature,  which  show  them 
to  Tiave  voted  for  every  Johnsonian  measure  without  an 
instant's  reflection  and  to  have  made  all  the  proper 
motions  of  adulation  and  reverence.  Merit  indeed ! 
And  if  there  is  doubt  about  any  of  the  others  it  will 
found  that  one  and  all  have  rendered  some 
service  to  Tom  Finn,  unobtrusive  service  it  m; 
modest  service,  but  none  the  less  worthy  of  re 
from  the  public  funds.  The  governor  promised  eeo 
omy  and  he  has  given  us  economy.  It  may  be  do 
if  even  Boss  Tweed  in  his  best  days  ever  built 


September  ?,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


147 


political  machine  so  perfect,  so  intricate,  or  so  auto- 
matic at  anything  like  so  low  a  figure  as  $34,000  a 
month.  The  governor  promised  to  eliminate  "partisan 
patronage"  from  the  administration,  and  he  has  done  so. 
There  can  be  no  partisanship  where  there  are  no  par- 
ties, and  it  is  a  matter  of  common  knowledge  that  "the 
people,"  one  and  indivisible,  are  now  marching  under 
the  banners  of  Me  and  Johnson. 

It  is  thus  evident  that  the  governor  has  fulfilled  all 
his  pledges.  He  promised  that  merit  alone  should  rule, 
and  Tom  Finn  is  prepared  to  issue  certificates  of  merit 
to  every  heeler  of  the  lot.  He  promised  economy,  and 
he  has  collected  the  cheapest  gang  of  political  gangsters 
ever  known'.  He  promised  to  eliminate  the  party  sys- 
tem, and  he  has  eliminated  the  system  and  the  party 
too.  The  governor  is  not  here  to  speak  for  himself. 
It  may  be  many  weary  months  before  we  see  him  again, 
and  then  only  for  a  minute  or  two.  It  is  therefore  a 
matter  of  common  justice  to  defend  him  from  the  un- 
warranted aspersions  of  those  who  have  been  asked  to 
do  nothing  but  pay  the  bills. 


Russia  and  Japan  in  China. 

That  we  are  not  wholly  without  troubles  of  our  own 
may  partly  explain  our  indifference  to  the  sorrows  of 
China.  But  those  sorrows  are  real  enough,  if  we 
may  trust  the  forebodings  of  Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen,  whose 
denunciation  of  Japan  is  said  to  have  produced  con- 
sternation in  the  foreign  legations  and  to  have  aroused 
the  world  to  a  realization  of  China's  desperate  plight. 
And  it  is  indeed  strange  that  the  admitted  alliance 
between  Japan  and  Russia,  an  alliance  only  a  month  or 
so  old,  should  have  attracted  so  little  attention,  seeing 
that  it  is  directed  primarily  against  the  independence 
of  China  and  secondarily  against  the  trade  ambitions 
of  America.  Dr.  Sun  may  be  guilty  of  alarmism  when 
he  says  that  Japan  intends  to  seize  Peking  and  that  an- 
archy in  China  would  result,  and  yet  there  may  be 
something  valid  in  his  plea  for  the  removal  of  the 
national  capital  to  Nanking  while  there  is  still  time. 
Seeing  that  Japan  has  already  seized  Manchuria  and 
that  Russia  has  seized  Mongolia,  an  intended  occupa- 
tion of  Peking  is  by  no  means  incredible,  nor  is  it  in- 
credible that  the  first  president  of  the  Chinese  republic 
should  be  well  informed  as  to  foreign  intentions.  Noth- 
ing but  the  swirl  of  equally  great  happenings  elsewhere 
can  justify  us  in  ignoring  a  warning  given  so  impres- 
sively and  with  such  weight. 

The  treaty  between  Japan  and  Russia  is  about  a 
month  old.  Although  its  precise  terms  are  secret  it 
was  avowedly  framed  to  sustain  the  retention  of  Man- 
churia and  Mongolia.  Russia  must  come  to  the  sup- 
port of  Japan,  and  Japan  must  come  to  the  defense 
of  Russia.  The  two  countries  are  thus  syndicated  in 
Far  Eastern  policies  and  must  be  looked  upon  as  a 
unit.  Whatever  is  done  by  one  will  be  sustained  by 
the  other,  and  the  policies  of  one  are  the  policies  of 
both.  When  we  remember  the  aggression  of  which 
China  has  already  been  the  victim  we  can  hardly  won- 
der that  she  should  show  a  fresh  attack  of  nerves  at 
so  unholy  a  combination  of  her  enemies,  a  combination 
obviously   directed   against   herself. 

Fortunately  there  is  reason  to  believe  that  Wash- 
ington is  awake  to  the  situation.  For  there  is  a  situa- 
tion. The  Chinese,  and  especially  the  Manchurian, 
trade  is  of  incalculable  importance  to  America.  To  se- 
cure a  share  of  that  trade  was  the  inspiration  of  all 
American  policies  toward  China,  and  to  this  end  the 
integrity  of  China,  the  right  of  China  to  be  impartial  in 
trade  matters,  was  the  foundation  of  the  diplomacy  of 
Mr.  Hay  and  of  all  who  have  followed  him.  That 
those  policies  are  challenged  by  the  new  treaty  there 
can  be  no  question.  And  we  may  as  well  look  the 
problem  straight  in  the  face  and  recognize  that  Japan 
and  Russia,  humanly  speaking,  are  invincible  within 
their  conjoined  spheres.  We  may  as  well  go  further 
still  and  admit  that  we  are  loved  by  neither  Japan  nor 
Russia.  We  are  not  quite  so  gullible  as  to  believe  that 
banzais  for  the  Stars  and  Stripes  or  ecstatic  references 
to  Commodore  Perry  have  any  hearing  whatever  upon 
actual  conditions.  All  white  men  are  hated  and  de- 
spised by  all  Asiatics,  and  in  this  case  our  immigration 
policy  has  inflicted  a  smart  upon  Japanese  pride  hard 
to  bear  and  impossible  to  forget.  Nor  does  Russia 
love  us  any  more  than  Japan.  First  of  all  we  took 
sides  against  her  in  her  war  with  Japan,  we  compelled 
her  to  end  that  war  when  she  wished  to  continue  it, 
we  lectured  her  somewhat  pharasaically  for  her  tend- 
ency to  massacre  her  Jewish  subjects,  and  since  then 
we  have  denounced  our  trade  treaty  with  her.  Doubt- 
less America  was  in  the  right  at  every  step,  but  some- 


times there  are  penalties  for  being  in  the  right,  and 
there  are  always  penalties  for  international  censorious- 
ness  and  self-righteousness.  However  that  may  be,  we 
find  ourselves  in  a  distinctly  difficult  position.  We  find 
ourselves  faced  by  a  combination  that  is  evidently  bent 
upon  thwarting  the  policies  to  which  we  are  solemnly 
committed  and  upon  which  our  Oriental  trade  may  de- 
pend. And  the  combination  is  one  of  extraordinary 
strength  and  with  every  advantage  of  geographical 
position  and  Asiatic  prestige. 


Mr.  Perkins  and  "Social  Justice." 

Mr.  George  W.  Perkins,  of  Morgan  &  Co.,  of  the 
Steel  Trust,  of  the  Harvester  Trust,  and  of  several 
other  companies  and  trusts,  is  as  all  the  world  knows 
the  "angel"  of  the  Bull  Moose  party.  Mr.  Perkins, 
being  a  discreet  man,  has  not  attempted  in  any  definite 
way  to  justify  his  attitude  and  his  activities  to  the 
country.  But  Colonel  Roosevelt,  who  knows  every- 
thing, declares  that  Mr.  Perkins  is  working  to  make 
the  country  "a  better  place  for  his  children  to  live  in." 
He  is,  declares  Mr.  Roosevelt,  laboring  to  achieve  "so- 
cial justice." 

Unfortunately  this  statement  comes  concurrently 
with  an  official  report  having  to  do  with  the  ope- 
rations and  methods  of  the  Harvester  Trust,  of 
which  Mr.  Perkins  is  not  only  a"  beneficiary  but  an 
active  manager.  According  to  this  report  the  Har- 
vester Trust  maintains  conditions  in  its  twine  mill 
at  Auburn,  New  York,  pitiful  and  even  shameful.  The 
law  requires  that  seats  shall  be  provided  for  the 
workers  and  that  they  shall  be  allowed  to  sit  in  them; 
but  all  the  witnesses  who  were  examined  by  the  state 
factory  investigating  commission  testified  that  they 
were  compelled  to  stand  during  the  long  working  hours. 
The  law  limits  the  working  hours  for  women  to  forty- 
eight  per  week  or  eight  per  day.  But  the  rules  of 
the  mill  demand  and  enforce  a  ten-hour  day.  The  law 
requires  the  use  of  devices  to  exhaust  the  dust  in  the 
mill,  but  no  such  devices  have  been  installed.  The 
wages  are  just  enough  to  keep  the  workers  from  starva- 
tion; and  these  workers,  be  it  remembered,  are  mostly 
women  and  children,  for  whom  Mr.  Perkins  with  his 
great  and  good  friend  in  the  progressive  movement 
are  demanding  "social   justice." 

Now  it  would  seem  that  if  Mr.  Perkins's  en- 
thusiasm for  "social  justice"  were  as  high  as  Mr. 
Roosevelt  would  have  us  believe  he  might  find  the 
opportunity  to  make  a  good  start  in  his  own  twine 
mills.  There  is  a  place  which  he  can  make  better, 
if  not  for  his  own,  at  least  for  other  people's 
children.  By  cutting  down  the  hours  of  labor,  by  pro- 
viding decent  comforts  for  the  women  folk  in  his  em- 
ploy, by  providing  clean  air  to  breathe,  he  might  bring 
his  own  operations  into  closer  harmony  with  the  pro- 
fessions of  his  great  exemplar.  That  would  be  one 
step  toward  realization  of  his  high-minded  anxiety  for 
"social  justice."  And  he  might  take  some  part  of  the 
money  which  he  is  throwing  into  campaign  activities 
and  slip  it  into  the  pay  envelopes  of  his  women  em- 
ployees along  with  that  precious  seven  dollars  which 
now  goes  to  pay  for  sixty  hours'  onerous  labor. 

This  suggestion  we  fear  will  be  regarded  as  imperti- 
nent, if  Mr.  Perkins  in  his  attitude  towards  his  private 
affairs  bears  any  resemblance  to  other  professional  re- 
formers. It  is  indeed  a  curious  fact  that  your  enthusiast 
for  the  "betterment  of  mankind"  invariably  wishes  to 
begin  his  campaign  somewhere  else  than  at  home.  But, 
speaking  for  itself,  the  Argonaut  has  small  respect  for 
that  yearning  for  "social  justice"  which  expends  mil- 
lions in  politics  and  then  works  a  multitude  of  helpless 
women  beyond  the  legal  limit  and  under  hard  and  un- 
sanitary conditions,  and  for  this  service  pays  a  sum 
hardly  sufficient  to  keep  soul  and  body  together.  "So- 
cial justice,"  like  other  forms  of  charity,  ought  to  begin 
at  home. 

Editorial  Notes. 

Mr.  Sanborn,  chairman  of  the  Republican  County 
Committee,  has  given  to  those  members  of  the  com- 
mittee who,  though  avowedly  no  longer  Republicans, 
insist  on  retaining  their  committee  membership,  some- 
thing to  think  about  if  they  were  capable  of  honest 
thought.  "I  can  not,"  he  says,  "conceive  how  men 
politically  honest  and  with  political  self-respect  would 
think  of  attempting  to  take  the  organization  that  had 
been  placed  in  trust  by  the  Republican  party  in  their 
hands  and  turn  that  organization  against  the  nominee 
of  the  Republican  party  and  in  favor  of  the  nominee 
of  an  independent  party."  This  remark  would  drive 
home  to  any  intelligence  and  conscience  susceptible  to 


moral  considerations.  The  strange  thing  about  this 
Bull  Moose  movement  is  that  it  appears  to  have  stupe- 
fied the  moral  faculties  of  many  who  have  given  their 
adhesion  to  it.  They  pursue  courses  of  conduct  which 
they  would  condemn  in  any  private  relation  and  which 
men  of  a  lively  sense  of  integrity  would  condemn  in 
any  relation,  with  smiling  indifference  to  their  essential 
and  gross  dishonesty. 


In  view  of  the  treatment  accorded  to  colored  dele- 
gates to  the  Bull  Moose  convention,  these  remarks, 
uttered  by  Mr.  Roosevelt  at  the  Lincoln  Monument, 
Springfield,  Illinois,  June  4,  1903,  are  worth  reprinting: 

It  is  a  good  thing  that  the  guard  around  the  tomb  of  Lin- 
coln should  be  composed  of  colored  soldiers.  It  was  my  own 
good  fortune  at  Santiago  to  serve  beside  colored  troops.  A 
man  who  is  good  enough  to  shed  his  blood  for  the  country  is 
good  enough  to  be  given  a  square  deal  afterward.  More  than 
that  no  man  is  entitled  to,  and  less  than  that  no  man  shall 
have.  

We  wonder  if  there  were  five  citizens  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, aside  from  those  belonging  to  the  administration 
machine  and  therefore  drilled  to  its  purposes,  who  un- 
dertook the  preparation  of  their  ballots  in  Tuesday's 
primary  election  free  from  some  sense  of  confusion  and 
doubt  as  to  how  to  do  what  they  wanted  to  do.  The  sys- 
tem as  devised  and  prescribed  by  the  Johnson  adminis- 
tration and  enforced  through  last  year's  legislation,  is 
one  of  such  complication  and  mystery  as  to  baffle  ordi- 
nary intelligence.  Of  this  we  can  speak  with  entire 
positiveness  in  one  instance.  And  all  this  in  the  name  of 
"rule  of  the  people" !  Under  the  pretense  of  giving  us 
a  safe  system  our  precious  reformers  have  given  us  a 
system  which  nobody  wdto  does  not  make  a  business  of 
politics  can  understand.  They  have  failed  to  recog- 
nize the  principle  that  the  more  complicated  and  dif- 
ficult you  make  the  business  of  voting  the  more  surely 
do  you  play  into  the  hands  of  political  managers.  Or, 
perhaps,  it  was  so  intended.  Perhaps  all  this  complica- 
tion of  political  machinery  was  designed  for  the  definite 
purpose  of  keeping  control  of  the  politics  of  California 
in  the  hands  of  its  present  masters. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


Third-Party  Threat. 
For  the  first  time  in  the  memory  of  my  oldest  hearer  the 
country  witnessed  a  convention  held  in  Chicago  two  weeks 
since  in  which  there  was  no  roll-call  of  delegates,  no  ballots 
cast ;  where  red  bandannas  were  preferred  to  the  Stars  and 
Stripes  ;  where  the  scene  was  scarlet  overmuch,  like  the  flag 
of  anarchy — not  red,  white,  and  blue,  the  symbol  of  patriotism. 
— Vice-President  Sherman. 


T.  R.  and  the  South. 
Having  failed  to  abate  a  crying  political  nuisance  while  he 
had  the  power  to  do  so,  few  thoughtful  persons  are  disposed 
to  take  as  more  than  a  demagogic  appeal  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
present  protestations  of  regret  over  conditions  which  he  in- 
dorsed with  perfect  fortitude  so  long  as  he  was  a  conspicuous 
beneficiary  of  them.  Powerful  as  is  the  bid  he  has  made  for 
the  Southern  vote,  there  is  such  a  widespread  distrust  in  this 
section  of  the  country  of  the  stability  and  integrity  of  his 
purposes  political  that  there  is  small  likelihood  that  there  will 
be  many  takers. — John  Marshall  of  Charleston,  South  Caro- 
lina.   

A  Natural  Inference. 
It  was  a  perfectly  natural  inference,  when  Editor  Brisbane 
of  the  Hearst  outfit,  called  on  George  W.  Perkins  in  New 
York  yesterday  and  held  him  in  secret  conference  for  an  hour, 
that  the  final  arrangements  for  the  departure  of  the  Hearst 
chain  of  papers  from  the  Democratic  party  were  being  made. 
— Springfield    Republican,    August    23. 


View  of  a  One-Time  Admirer. 

I  have  been  a  long-time  admirer  and  supporter  of  Colonel 
Roosevelt  ;  but,  never  again  !  The  recent  revelations  of  his 
character  and  his  furious  craze  for  office  prove  him  an  un- 
trustworthy and  unsafe  man  for  any  office  of  importance,  and 
obviously  a  good  man  to  let  alone. 

When  he  made  his  triumphal  tour  of  Europe,  hobnobbed 
with  royalty,  and  heard  the  multitude  acclaim  the  mighty 
hunter,  his  vanity  assumed  control,  and  he  hungered  for  a 
return  to  supreme  power.  Once  more  he  must  wield  the 
American  sceptre  and  do  it  quickly.  He  could  not  wait  until 
his  friend,  President  Taft,  had  completed  his  traditional 
second  term,  but  he  must  drive  him  out  and  take  control  at 
once.  As  a  result  he  entered  upon  his  campaign  of  mud- 
raking.  The  aureole  of  the  American  chief  magistracy,  the 
highest  honor  in  the  world,  he  dragged  in  the  mire  of  billings- 
gate and  so  disgraced  his  country  that  we  became  the  laughing 
slock  of  the  world. 

********* 

In  the  disintegration  of  parties  some  may  turn  to  Democ- 
racy for  relief.  It  will  be  in  vain.  They  are,  even  now,  before 
election,  refusing  necessary  support  to  our  navy  that  they  may 
have  the  more  money  to  divide  among  themselves.  As  a  parly 
they  are  devoid  of  patriotism.  They  are  the  same  old  Demo- 
cratic party  which  gave  us  the  war  of  1861  and  which  declared 
in  the  Democratic  National  Convention  of  1864  that  the  war 
was  a  failure.  Had  they  won  at  that  election  and  defeated 
Lincoln  we  would  today  have  two,  if  not  several,  republics  in 
the  LTnited  States,  and  Mexico  and  South  America  would  be 
divided  up,  as  Africa  is  today,  among  the  greater  and  lesser 
powers  of  Europe,  to  say  nothing  of  Japan. 

President  Taft  represents  the  patriotic,  the  safe  and  sane 
element  of  our  citizens;  he  has  made  an  excellent  executive 
officer,  and  is  entitled  to  a  second  term. — John  J.  Cass  of 
Brooklyn,  New  York. 

How  well  the  Washington  Post  remembers.  Hear  it : 
"There's  a  mighty  familiar  sound  in  the  lati  i  from 
Oyster  Bay — let  Loeb  do  it!" 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


It  is  said  that  Abdul  Hamid,  once  Sultan  of  Turkey  and 
now  an  isolated  prisoner,  is  by  no  means  without  hope  of  re- 
gaining his  former  estate.  Certainly  stranger  things  have 
happened.  The  Turkish  Progressives  have  acted  after  the 
manner  of  their  kind  and  have  inaugurated  a  vast  system  of 
terrorism  and  murder  in  the  name  of  all  the  virtues.  Turkey 
was  never  more  helpless,  hopeless,  or  distracted  than  she  is 
now,  and  Abdul  Hamid  is  naturally  interested  in  a  hoped-for 
convulsion  that  may  bring  all  sorts  of  garbage  to  the  top,  in- 
cluding himself.  Although  he  is  allowed  to  receive  neither 
letters  nor  newspapers  he  is  well  informed  as  to  the  progress 
of  events,  thanks  to  the  devotion  of  the  few  harem  beauties 
who  were  allowed  to  solace  his  captivity  and  who  comfort 
him  with  stories  of  the  prevailing  unrest.  A  member  of  the 
Union  and  Progress  party  was  asked  recently  if  Abdul  was 
ever  likely  to  return  to  the  throne.  "You  know,"  he  an- 
swered, "we  do  not  want  him ;  but  there  are  many  dubious 
elements  who  would  rejoice  to  see  him  back.  There  will  yet 
be  agitation  and  reaction  and  bitter  trouble."  It  is  suggestive 
to  note  that  the  four  countries — Turkey,  Portugal,  China,  and 
Mexico — that  have  recently  declared  for  constitutional  and 
democratic  government  should  now  be  the  centres  of  cruel 
despotisms  that  in  most  cases  are  far  worse  than  the  systems 
they  displaced.  . 

The  lot  of  the  Japanese  physicians  who  attended  the  late 
emperor  during  his  fatal  illness  is  certainly  a  hard  one.  They 
are  likely  to  be  punished  for  incompetence,  and  while  no  one 
seems  to  deny  the  incompetence  the  plea  is  raised  that  it  is  not 
their  fault.  It  is  a  Japanese  tradition  that  the  physician  who 
prescribes  for  the  sacred  person  of  the  emperor  must  pre- 
scribe for  no  one  else,  and  so  the  court  doctors  must  remain 
in  a  state  of  suspended  animation,  professionally  speaking, 
except  at  such  times  as  it  pleases  their  only  patient  to  be 
unwell.  Naturally  they  acquire  no  experience  and  are  there- 
fore in  the  position  of  tyros  when  they  approach  the  imperial 
bed.  Such  rigorous  etiquette  seems  hard  upon  the  emperor 
himself,  who  is  thus  compelled  by  his  own  dignity  to  submit 
himself  to  a  sort  of  hallowed  inefficiency.  By  the  way,  some 
of  the  Chinese  newspapers  have  acquired  the  reputation  of 
prophets  by  announcing  the  death  of  the  emperor  before  it 
occurred.  Thus  the  Central  China  Post  remarks  casually  on 
July  27  that  "the  Japanese  emperor  has  died  ...  so  Man- 
churia is  safe  at  present."  Now  the  emperor  is  not  supposed 
to  have  died  until  some  days  after  this,  but  the  Far  East  ex- 
plains the  mystery  by  quoting  a  Japanese  official  to  the  effect 
that  the  Mikado  actually  died  on  July  19,  but  that  the  fact 
was  suppressed  for  diplomatic  reasons. 


Louis  Botha  became  prime  minister  of  the  South  African  do- 
minion under  the  British  crown,  and  now  comes  the  news 
that  he  has  been  made  a  British  general.  It  would  certainly 
be  extraordinary  if  General  Botha  should  ever  be  called  upon 
to  command  a  British  army  in  the  field,  an  event  that  is,  of 
course,  by  no  means  impossible. 


Every  one  has  heard  of  Sven  Hedin,  the  famous  Swedish 
explorer,  but  probably  very  few  in  America  are  aware  that 
he  has  lately  written  a  pamphlet  warning  Norway  and  Sweden 
that  Russia  intends  to  seize  an  ice-free  port  on  the  Norwegian 
coast  and  urging  measures  of  defense.  The  pamphlet  must 
have  been  taken  seriously,  since  a  million  copies  were  circu- 
lated, and  now  comes  the  news  that  the  author  has  been  ex- 
pelled from  the  Russian  Imperial  Geographical  Society  as  a 
punishment  for  his  daring.  Russia's  treatment  of  Finland 
certainly  justifies  Scandinavian  suspicions,  and  there  certainly 
seems  no  reason  why  Russia  should  hesitate  at  any  scheme  of 
aggression  that  might  occur  to  her.  It  is  doubtful  if  Norway 
could  make  a  successful  resistance,  and  if  the  other  powers 
should  feel  any  resentment  they  would  probably  show  it  by 
stealing  corresponding  pieces  of  Norwegian  soil  for  them- 
selves. In  this  way  they  would  uphold  the  rights  of  humanity 
and  preserve  the  balance  of  power. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Those  who  suppose  that  religious  freedom  is  now  general 
throughout  the  world  may  take  note  of  the  official  communi- 
cation from  the  Peruvian  government  to  the  British  Foreign 
Office  to  the  effect  that  missions  other  than  Roman  Catholic 
can  not  be  permitted  to  enter  the  country.  As  a  matter  of 
fact  there  have  been  Protestant  missions  in  Peru  for  a  quar- 
ter of  a  century  and  they  are  there  now,  but  apparently  the 
sudden  proposal  to  send  a  special  mission  to  Putumayo,  where 
the  rubber  atrocities  have  occurred,  has  aroused  the  Peruvian 
government  to  resistance.  Possibly  it  was  prodded  into 
activity  by  the  ecclesiastical  arms,  but  Peru  will  certainly  not 
advance  her  status  in  civilization — if  she  has  any  status — by 
the  revival  of  an  ancient  statute  disgraceful  enough  when  it 
was  passed  and  unendurable  now.  On  the  other  side  of 
the  shield  we  have  the  refusal  of  the  British  government  to 
allow  missionaries  of  any  kind  to  visit  Kano  in  Africa.  The 
inhabitants  of  Kano  are  Mohammedans  who,  curiously 
enough,  have  no  sense  of  spiritual  needs  and  who  are  in  a 
temper  to  resent  any  unsolicited  spiritual  guidance.  Possibly 
Great  Britain  feels  that  she  can  not  spare  any  soldiers  just  at 
present  for  the  armed  support  of  a  church  militant  in  Africa. 


It  seems  a  shame  to  make  fun  of  eugenics,  but  some  of  the 
theories  embodied  in  the  new  science  might  reasonably  bring 
a  smile  to  the  face  of  a  tiger,  even  a  stone  tiger.  So  Mr. 
Gervase  Beckett,  a  frivolous  member  of  the  British  Parlia- 
ment, may  be  excused  for  asking  in  a  public  speech  what 
would  be  likely  to  happen  if  a  suffragette  should  marry  a 
policeman?  Of  course  a  baby  would  "happen";  that  is  ob- 
vious enough,  but  what  sort  of  a  baby?  Would  it  be  likely 
to  show  a  predilection  for  a  truncheon — or  a  hammer?  Mr. 
Beckett  propounded  some  other  problems  of  a  like  nature 
and  was  well  justified  in  so  doing,  seeing  that  the  occasion 
was  the  meeting  of  an  agricultural  society  where  questions 
of  breeding  were  entirely  relevant.  For  example,  why  should 
we  not  moderate  the  acerbities  of  political  life  by  insisting 
on  the  matrimonial  pairing  of  party  opponents?  The  idea  is 
capable  of  almost  infinite  extension  and  could  be  applied  to 
religion  as  well  as  politics.  The  result  might  of  course  be  the 
propagation  of  a  sort  of  mental  mule,  an  intellectually  sexless 
hybrid,  but  at  least  the  experiment  would  be  worth  trying. 


The  report  of  a  public  libraries  committee  in  England 
speaks  of  an  increased  demand  for  serious  books  as  against 
fiction.  The  public,  says  the  report,  is  taking  a  larger  in- 
terest in  works  of  history,  biography,  travel,  and  general  liter- 
ature and  there  is  a  smaller  demand  for  novels.  Therefore, 
continues  the  report,  "the  ill-informed  criticism  so  frequently 
met  in  the  newspaper  press  that  the  use  of  public  libraries  is 
mainly  by  fiction  readers  should  be  disposed  of  by  reference 
to  these  and  other  similar  statistics."  Is  it  possible  that  the 
British  public  has  been  sobered  by  the  labor  war  and  by  the 
<  itnnan  nightmare  and  that  it  is  turning  to  literature  for 
counsel  and  consolation  ?     

Plenty  of  good  stories  are  being  told  of  Andrew  Lang. 
One  of  these  relates  an  adventure  that  befell  him  in  Scotland. 
Asking  to  be  called  in  order  that  he  might  catch  an  early 
train  the  maid  entrusted  with  that  duty  reported  that  the 
distitiKuished  guest  was  unable  to  rise  as  all  his  clothes  had 
been  stolen  during  the  night.  The  surprised  host  hurried  to 
Mr.  Land's  room  and  found  him  sitting  up  in  bed  clothed  in 
pajamas  and  a  monocle,  but  the  mystery  was  solved  before 
nival  of  the  police.  Mr.  Lang,  finding  his  pillow  too 
low,  had  used  his  clothes  as  a  reinforcement  and  had  entirely 
forgotten  it.  After  Mr.  Land's  article  on  "John  Knox  and 
i he  Reformation"  the  following  criticism  of  his  views  was 
widely  circulated : 

I   think   when   thae  twa   meet, 
Whaever's  there  to  sce't ; 
Knox  will  come  on  wi'  sic  a  bang 
Our  frcend'll   no'   be  Andrew   Lang. 


Friends  of  Massenet  say  that  the  great  composer  had  a  pre- 
sentiment of  his  approaching  death  and  liked  to  speculate  on 
the  way  in  which  the  news  would  be  received.  This  is  borne 
out  by  his  memoirs,  which  he  had  just  completed,  for  one  of 
the  later  pages  bears  the  following  entry:  "One  evening 
paper,  perhaps  two,  thought  it  better  to  inform  their  readers 
that  I  was  dead.  At  dinner-time  some  people  who  knew  me 
talked  about  the  event.  A  few  words  were  mentioned  about 
it  during  the  day,  and  in  the  theatres  in  the  evening.  'Oh  1 
he  is  dead!'  said  one.  'Then  there  won't  be  so  many  of  his 
plays  performed  in  future.'  And  my  soul  was  listening  to 
all  the  noise  of  the  city.  We,  my  body  and  my  soul,  were 
parting.  As  the  hearse  was  going  along  the  noise  diminished, 
and  I  knew,  inasmuch  as  I  had  taken  the  precaution  to  have 
my  vault  some  time  before,  that  when  the  heavy  stone  is 
sealed  up  it  will  be  closing  the  door  of  forgetfulness." 


The   wheel  of  fortune  has  rarely  made  so  complete   and  so 

quick    a    revolution   as   in   the   case    of    Louis    Botha    of   South 

Eleven   years  ago   Botha  was  commander  of  the   Boer 

forces  and  the  most  redoubtable  adversary  of  the  British  army 

in    the    Transvaal.      It    was    he    who    created    the    innumerable 

commandos  t1  at  carried  on  the  guerrilla  war  that  it  took  the 

ni   s  of  Roberts  and  Kitchener  so  long  to  suppress. 

in    i.    ^ery   short   time    of   the    conclusion    of   the    war 


How  little  we  know  of  the  actual  events  in  the  political 
world,  and  especially  of  those  that  have  an  international  sig- 
nificance. When  we  suppose  that  we  are  looking  at  the  facts 
we  are  doing  no  more  than  gaze  sedulously  at  what  it  pleases 
the  diplomats  to  write  upon  the  screen  that  hides  from  us 
the  actual  happenings.  The  French  premier,  M.  Poincare, 
has  just  visited  Russia  and  the  speeches  were  of  the  usual 
cordial  kind.  No  doubt  they  were  actually  delivered  as  re- 
ported, but  the  London  Daily  Chronicle  tells  us  that  it.  was 
not  ever  so.  When  President  Faure  went  to  Russia  in  1897 
the  Czar's  address  of  welcome  was  so  chilly  that  M.  Hano- 
taux,  who  accompanied  Faure,  protested  against  its  publica- 
tion on  the  ground  that  it  would  be  resented  in  France,  where 
the  alliance  was  still  a  matter  of  public  enthusiasm.  As  the 
time  was  short  and  the  Czar  embarrassed  by  the  protest  M. 
Hanotaux  suggested  that  he  himself  write  a  suitable  speech, 
and  proceeded  forthwith  to  do  so.  This  speech  was  received 
with  acclamation  in  Paris,  where  the  populace  hugged  itself 
with  delight  at  the  cordial  terms  used  by  the  Czar.  But  the 
cordial  terms  were  actually  the  work  of  M.  Hanotaux. 


It  seems  that  a  daughter  of  Leigh  Hunt  is  still  alive,  and 
as  she  is  in  the  usual  distressed  circumstances  a  public  fund 
is  to  be  raised  for  her  relief.  It  is  just  one  hundred  years 
ago  that  Leigh  Hunt  was  sent  to  prison  for  speaking  of  the 
regent  as  a  "corpulent  Adonis  of  fifty."  He  was  over  fifty 
when  Mrs.  Carlyle  gave  him  that  historic  kiss  that  he  immor- 
talized in  the  verse  that  will  outlive  all  his  more  ambitious 
poetry : 

Jenny  kissed  me  when   we  met, 

Jumping    from    the    chair    she    sat    in ; 
Time,  you  thief,  who  love  to  get 

Sweets   into  your   list,   put  that   in  ; 
Say  I'm  weary,   say   I'm   sad, 

Say  that  health   and  wealth   have   missed   me, 
Say   I'm   growing  old — but  add, 
jenny  kissed  me. 

And  now  Leigh  Hunt's  daughter,  old  and  poor,  depends 
upon   the  public  benevolence  to  save  her  from  the  poorhouse. 

Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn, 

An  Englishman  operating  a  butterfly  farm  is  said  to 
sell  to  museums  and  collectors  upward  of  50,000  speci- 
mens yearly.  He  obtains  as  high  as  $50  for  exception- 
ally fine  ones,  and  his  net  income  is  said  to  be  fullv 
$2500. 

Southern, Tunis  boasts  of  a  houseless  town  having  a 
population  of  5000  people.  They  are  troglodytes, 
whose   fathers  before  them  lived  in  similar  caves. 


Rupert's  March. 
Carabine  slung,   stirrup  well   hung, 
Flagon  at  saddle-bow  merrily  swung; 
Toss  up  the  ale,  for  our  flag,  like  a  sail. 
Struggles  and  swells  in   the  hot  July  gale. 
Colors  fling  out,  and  then  give  them  a  shout — 
We  are  the  gallants  to  put  them  to  rout. 

Flash   all  your  swords,   like   Tartarian  hordes, 

And  scare  the  prim  ladies  of  Puritan  lords; 

Our  steel  caps  shall  blaze  through  the  long  summer  days 

As   we,  galloping,   sing  our  mad   Cavalier  lays. 

Then  banners  advance!      By  the  Lilies  of  France, 

We  are  the  gallants  to  lead  them  a  dance. 

Ring  the  bells  back,   though  the  sexton  look  black, 
Defiance  to   knaves  who   are  hot  on   our  track. 
"Murder  and  fire!"   shout  louder  and  higher  - 
Remember   Edgehill   and   the   red-dabbled   mire, 
When  our  steeds  we  shall  stall  in  the  Parliament  hall 
We'll  shake  the  old  nest  till  the  rooftree  shall  fall. 

Froth  it  up,  girl,  till  it  splash  every  curl ! 
October's    the   liquor    for   trooper    and    earl ; 
Bubble  it  up,  merry  gold  in  the  cup — 
We  never  may  taste  of  tomorrow's  night's  sup. 
(Those  red  ribbons  glow  on  thy  bosom  below 
Like  apple-tree  bloom  on  a  hillock  of  snow.) 

No,  by  my  word,  there  never  shook  sword 
Better  than   this   in  the   clutch   of  a   lord ; 
The  blue  streaks  that  run  are  as  bright  in  the  sun 
As  the  veins   on  the  brow  of  that  loveliest  one  ; 
No  deep  light  of  the  sky  when  the  twilight  is  nigh, 
Glitters  more  bright  than  this  blade  to  the  eye. 
*****  +  * 

Well,  whatever  may  hap,  this  rusty  steel  cap 
Will  keep   out  full  many  a  pestilent  rap; 
This  buff,  though  it's  old  and  not  larded  with  gold, 
Will  guard  me  from  rapier  as  well  as  from  cold; 
My  scarf,  rent  and  torn,  though  its  color  is  worn, 
Shone  gay  as  a  page's  but  yesterday  morn. 

Here  is  a  dint  from  .the  jag  of  a  flint, 

Thrown  by  a  Puritan  just  as  a  hint; 

But  this  stab  through  the  buff  was  a  warning  more  rough, 

When   Coventry  city   arose   in  a  huff ; 

And  I  met  with  this  gash,  as  we  rode  with  a  crash 

Into  Noll's  pikes  on  the  banks  of  the  Ash. 

No  jockey  or  groom  wears   so   draggled  a  plume 

As  this  that's  just  drenched  in  the  swift-flowing  Froom. 

Red  grew  the  tide  ere  we  reached  the  steep  side, 

And  steaming  the  hair  of  old  Barbary's  hide; 

But  for  branch  of  that  oak  that  saved  me  a  stroke, 

I  had  sunk  there  like  herring  in  pickle  to   soak. 

Pistolet  crack  flashed  bright  on  our  track, 
And  even  the  foam  of  the  water  turned  black. 
They  were  twenty  to  one,  our  poor  rapier  to  gun, 
But  we  charged  up  the  bank,   and  we  lost  only  one; 
So  I  saved  the  old  flag,  though  it  was  but  a  rag. 
And  the  sword  in  my  hand  was  snapped  off  to  a  jag. 

The  water  was  churned  as  we  wheeled  and  we  turned, 

And  the  dry  brake  to  scare  out  the  vermin  we  burned. 

We  gave  our  halloo,   and  our  trumpet  we  blew : 

Of  all  their  stout  fifty  we  left  them  but  two; 

With  a  mock  and  a  laugh,  won  their  banner  and  staff, 

And  trod  down  the  cornets  as  threshers  do  chaff. 

Saddle   my  roan,  his  back  is  a  throne, 

Better  than  velvet  or  gold,  you  will  own. 

Look  to  your  match,  or  some  harm  you  may  catch, 

For  treason  has  always  some  mischief  to  hatch ; 

And   Oliver's   out  with   all   Haslerigg's   rout, 

So  I'm  told  by  this  shivering,  white-livered  scout. 

We  came  over  the  downs,  through  village  and  towns, 
In  spite  of  the  sneers,   and  the  curses,  and  frowns; 
Drowning  their  psalms,  and  stilling  their  qualms, 
With  a  clatter  and  rattle  of  scabbards  and  arms, 
Down  the   long  street,   with   a  trample  of  feet, 
For  the  echo  of  hoofs  to  a  Cavalier's  sweet. 

See,  black  on  each  roof,  at  the  sound  of  our  hoof, 

The  Puritans  gather,  but  keep  them  aloof  ; 

Their  muskets  are  long,  and  they  aim  at  a  throng, 

But  woe  to  the  weak  when  they  challenge  the  strong! 

Butt-end   to    the   door,   one   hammer   more, 

Our  pikemen  rush  in,  and  the  struggle  is  o'er. 

Storm  through   the  gate,  batter  the  plate, 

Cram    the   red   crucible   into   the  grate; 

Saddle-bags  fill,  Bob,  Jenkin,  and  Will, 

And  spice  the  staved  wine  that  runs  out  like  a  rill. 

That  maiden  shall  ride  all  today  by  my  side — 

Those  ribbons  are  fitting  a  Cavalier's  bride. 

Does  Baxter  say  right,  that  a  bodice  laced  tight 
Should   never  be   seen  by  the  sun   or  the  light? 
Like  stars  from  a  wood  shine  under  that  hood 
Eyes  that  are  sparkling,  though  pious  and  good. 
Surely  this  waist  was  by  Providence  placed, 
By  a  true  lover's  arm  to  be  often  embraced. 

Down  on  your  knees,  you  villains  in  frieze, 

A  draught  to  King  Charles,  or  a  swing  from  those  trees; 

Blow  off  this  stiff  lock,  for  'tis  useless  to  knock — 

The  ladies  will  pardon  the  noise  and  the  shock. 

From   this  bright  dewy  cheek,   might   I  venture  to   speak, 

I  could  kiss  off  the  tears  though  she  wept  for  a  week. 

Now  loop  me  this  scarf  round  the  broken  pike-staff, 

'Twill  do  for  a  flag,   though   the  Crop   Heads  may  laugh. 

Who  was  it  blew  ?     Give  an  halloo, 

And  hang  out  the  pennon  of  crimson  and  blue. 

A  volley  of  shot  is  a  welcoming  hot — 

It  can  not  be  troop   of  the  murdering  Scot? 

Fire  the  old  mill  on  the  brow  of  the  Jiill, 
Break  down  the  plank  that  runs  over  the  rill, 
Bar  the  town  gate;  if  the  burghers  debate, 
Shoot  some  to  death,  for  the  villains  must  wait; 
Rip  up  the  lead  from  the  roofing  o'erhead. 
And   melt  it   for  bullets,  or  we   shall  be  sped. 

— Walter  Thornbury. 


That  Japan  is  rapidly  advancing  in  agricultur-1 
cation  is  the  statement  of  Dr,  Issa  Taniir 
leaving   Cornell    for   Japan   after   two   ye 
America,   mostly   at   the   New   York   Sta 
Agriculture  at  Cornell.     Dr.  Tanimura  hi 
appointment   from   the   Japanese   govern' 
cultural  experimental  work.     He  says  tha 
Japanese  youths  will  be  sent  to  America  ti 
culture. 


September  7,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


149 


HONORING  THE  PILGRIMS. 


Another  American  Shrine  on  English  Soil. 


By  the  aid  of  American  dollars,  the  tracks  of  the  Pil- 
grim Fathers  on  English  soil  are  gradually  being  me- 
morialized. There  is  a  tablet  embedded  in  the  wall  of 
the  ancient  manor  house  of  Scrooby  recalling  their 
association  with  that  venerable  homestead ;  and  on  the 
quay  at  Plymouth,  not  far  from  the  Hoe  where  Drake 
played  bowls  to  kill  time  while  the  Spanish  Armada 
came  up  the  channel,  there  is  a  simple  stone  which 
records  the  fact  that  that  was  the  last  port  touched  by 
the  adventurers  ere  they  sailed  away  for  the  Xew 
World. 

But  there  are  still  sufficient  lacuna  to  keep  the 
Colonial  Dames  busy  for  a  generation.  That  some  of 
them  have  been  overlooked  for  so  many  years  is  more 
than  strange.  Take  the  case  of  William  Bradford's 
birthplace  in  the  Yorkshire  village  of  Austerfield.  For 
all  the  more  than  three  centuries  which  have  passed 
since  the  second  governor  of  Plymouth  came  to  life 
under  its  roof  the  house  is  still  in  a  sound  condition,  but, 
'  as  it  is  now  occupied  by  two  peasant  families,  could 
probably  be  purchased  for  a  thousand  dollars.  It 
might,  then,  be  bought  outright  as  a  memorial  of  the 
father  of  American  literature.  At  the  least  it  should 
surely  bear  some  record  that  the  author  of  the  history 
"Of  Plimouth  Plantation"  was  born  beneath  its  roof. 

And  then  there  is  Babworth  Church,  to  which  the 
youthful  William  tramped  every  Sunday  that  he  might 
derive  spiritual  sustenance  from  the  discourses  of  the 
Rev.  Richard  Clifton;  if  there  is  in  all  England  one 
building  which  more  than  any  other  was  the  nursery 
of  the  Pilgrim  Fathers  it  is  that  in  which  the  "grave 
and  reverend"  Clifton  exercised  his  ministry.  Yet 
there  is  nothing  in  Babworth  Church  to  recall  that  fact. 
But,  greater  omission  still,  even  Boston,  the  name- 
mother  of  the  New  England  city,  is  yet  devoid  of  any 
memorial  that  it  was  from  its  harbor  the  Pilgrims  set 
out  on  their  wanderings.  The  old  Guildhall  in  which 
they  were  imprisoned  and  brought  to  trial  yet  stands 
on  a  by-street  of  the  ancient  town,  but  hitherto  nothing 
has  been  done  to  perpetuate  its  association  with  the 
hardy  pioneers  of  New  England. 

Until  last  Thursday,  too,  Southampton  was  in  the 
same  category.  That  perhaps  was  the  most  serious 
oversight  of  all.  For  when  we  get  to  the. bedrock  of 
fact  there  is  no  denying  that  it  was  from  Southampton 
the  Pilgrims  made  their  actual  start  from  English  soil. 
The  call  at  Plymouth  was  accidental ;  if  it  had  not  been 
for  the  leaky  Speedwell  and  its  timorous  captain,  the 
Mayflower  and  its  companion  ship  would  not  have 
sighted  another  English  port  after  setting  sail  from 
Southampton  on  an  August  day  of  1620.  As  it  was, 
the  actual  and  forma!  leave-taking  of  the  old  home  must 
always  be  associated  with  that  port  where  so  many  of 
the  returning  pilgrims  of  modern  days  land. 

In  fact  the  outfitting  of  the  two  vessels  was  accom- 
plished at  Southampton.  The  Mayflower,  it  will  be  re- 
membered, was  purchased  in  London  and  then  sent 
round  the  coast  to  await  the  arrival  of  the  Speedwell 
from  Holland,  and  pending  that  event  the  industrious 
Christopher  Martin  proceeded  to  purchase  the  neces- 
sary stores  for  the  voyage.  He  was  an  excellent  cus- 
tomer to  the  merchants  of  Southampton,  laying  in  but- 
ter and  oil  and  beer  and  flour  and  shoe-leather  and 
muskets  with  a  liberal  hand.  By  the  time  he  had  fin- 
ished he  had  spent  nearly  seven  hundred  pounds,  but 
when  he  was  called  upon  to  give  an  account  of  his 
stewardship  he  promptly  declined.  In  fact  it  looks  as 
though  Mr.  Martin  may  have  been  guilty  of  succumb- 
ing to  the  temptation  of  graft  ere  ever  he  reached  the 
future  home  of  that  unearned  increment.  When  asked 
to  render  an  account  of  his  Southampton  spendings 
the  obdurate  victualer  told  his  fellow-pilgrims  they 
were  ungrateful  and  suspicious,  and  gave  them  to  un- 
derstand that  they  were  not  good  enough  to  wipe  his 
shoes. 

One  result  of  Martin's  peculations  or  liberality  was 
that  the  Mayflower  was  like  to  have  been  held  up  on 
the  eve  of  her  voyage.  For  as  the  day  for  sailing  drew 
near  it  was  discovered  that  the  funds  of  the  Pilgrims 
were  some  sixty  pounds  short  of  the  sum  necessary  to 
enable  them  to  clear  the  port !  Here  was  a  fix.  And 
to  make  matters  worse  the  London  partner  in  the  ad- 
venture, who  had  come  to  see  them  off,  would  not  ad- 
vance another  penny.  In  the  end  the  Pilgrims  had  to 
fall  back  on  the  stores  Martin  had  laid  in  with  so 
lavish  a  hand  and  sell  to  the  Southampton  merchants 
sufficient  of  the  cargo  of  butter  to  raise  the  needful 
sixty  pounds.  Altogether  the  Pilgrims  had  as  good 
reason  to  remember  Southampton  as  the  merchants  of 
that  town  had  to  be  grateful  for  the  liberal  orders  of 
Christopher  Martin.  Besides,  it  was  at  Southampton 
they  picked  up  one  John  Alden,  that  "hopeful  young 
man"  who  was  so  useful  as  a  cooper  and  whose  com- 
pany was  "much  desired."  He  was  a  native  of  the 
town,  and  became  a  fellow-voyager  with  "Captain 
Myles  Standish"  all  innocent  of  what  was  hid  in  the 
future. 

Yet  all  these  years  have  passed  without  Southamp- 
ton taking  any  note  of  the  doings  of  that  band  of  Pil- 
grims or  inscribing  a  stone  in  their  memory.  Last 
Thursday,  however,  a  start  was  made  towards  repairing 
that  omission.  Some  two  thousand  dollars  have  been 
collected  to  defray  the  cost  of  a  square  memorial  col- 
umn fifty  feet  in  height,  which  is  to  be  reared  on  the 
Western  Esplanade  close  to  the  old  West  Quay 
whence  the  Mayflower  and  Speedwell  put  to  sea  nearly 
three    centuries    ago.    Thursday's   ceremony  was   re- 


stricted to  laying  the  four  corner-stones  of  this  me- 
morial, one  being  placed  in  position  by  Mrs.  Morgan 
Richards,  the  mother  of  John  Oliver  Hobbes,  and  the 
others  by  the  mayoress  of  Southampton  and  Mrs. 
Seaverns  and  Mrs.  Swalm,  the  latter  being  the  wife  of 
the  American  consul,  Colonel  Swalm,  who  has  enjoyed 
the  friendship  of  every  President  from  Lincoln  on- 
wards. The  function  was  also  attended  by  the  captain 
and  officers  of  the  United  States  training  corvette, 
Adams,  and  the  Hon.  A.  Lord  of  Boston,  Massachu- 
setts. 

Although  the  memorial,  even  when  completed,  can 
not  hope  to  compete  with  that  lofty  beacon  which  now 
marks  the  spot  w'here  the  Pilgrims  landed  in  the  New 
World,  it  promises  to  be  an  artistic  memorial  of  the 
beginning  of  their  voyage.  The  four  sides  of  the 
column  are  to  be  decorated  with  commemorative  tablets, 
the  gifts  respectively  of  the  Colonial  Dames,  the  Pil- 
grims of  New  York,  and  the  representatives  of  the 
Winslow  and  Brewster  families.  Appropriate  as  is  the 
site,  it  is  to  be  regretted  that  it  will  not  be  within  the 
immediate  view  of  the  thousands  of  Americans  who 
land  at  Southampton  every  year.  But  no  doubt  the 
fact  of  its  existence  will  be  duly  advertised  on  each  in- 
coming steamer.  Perhaps,  indeed,  the  municipal  au- 
thorities of  the  town  have  given  their  patronage  to  the 
memorial  in  the  hope  that  it  may  be  the  means  of  en- 
riching the  local  merchants  from  the  pockets  of  the 
returning  Pilgrims,  just  as  the  departure  of  those  out- 
ward-bound Pilgrims  nearly  three  centuries  ago  was 
so  profitable  an  event  for  the  butter  merchants.  In 
fact  it  is  rather  a  sore  point  with  Southamptonians  that 
Americans  pay  so  little  heed  to  their  historic  city.  And 
certainly  the  voyager  from  across  the  Atlantic  misses  a 
good  deal  by  the  haste  with  which  he  dashes  through 
the  docks  and  on  to  London.  If  he  would  wait  for  a 
train  or  two  he  would  have  time  to  visit  the  old  walls 
and  gates  which  date  back  many  a  century,  make  the 
acquaintance  of  King  John's  Palace,  the  earliest  ex- 
ample of  twelfth-century  architecture,  and  inspect  in 
St.  Michael's  Church  the  unique  Norman  black  marble 
font. 

And  the  curious  in  such  matters  could  spend  days 
rather  than  hours  in  poring  over  the  countless  ancient 
manuscripts  of  the  corporation.  Those  letters  and 
books  of  remembrance  and  miscellaneous  documents 
have  never  been  thoroughly  studied,  and  it  is  highly 
probable  that  there  are  yet  to  be  brought  to  light  many 
picturesque  particulars  of  the  victualing  and  departure 
of  the  Speedwell  and  the  Mayflower.  One  of  the  manu- 
scripts shows  that  if  the  Pilgrims  had  started  four  years 
later  their  ranks  would  doubtless  have  been  swollen  by 
an  Oxford  B.  A.  named  William  Morgan.  He  was  in 
holy  orders  and  had  all  his  life  been  moved  with  a 
"desire  to  see  lands  beyond  sea,"  but  his  suspicious  be- 
havior and  language  had  caused  his  arrest.  And  the 
charges  brought  against  him,  which  included  disrespect- 
ful language  of  Queen  Elizabeth  and  the  lately  deceased 
Prince  Henry,  were  manifest  proof  that  he  was  a  re- 
publican in  the  making.  In  the  meantime,  however, 
the  citizens  of  Southampton  are  preening  themselves  on 
the  publicity  given  to  the  fact  that  their  forefathers 
donated  John  Alden  to  the  New  World.  And  they  are 
still  as  ready  to  sell  butter  and  oil  and  beer  to  Ameri- 
can customers  as  their  predecessors  were  to  take  the 
copious  orders  of  Christopher  Martin. 

London,  August  20,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


In  the  desert  of  Kalahari,  in  Africa,  is  seen  the  hu- 
man pump.  Though  there  is  no  water  found  on  the 
surface  in  this  arid  region,  there  are  places  where  veins 
are  struck  several  feet  underground.  A  bamboo  tube 
is  run  down  to  the  water  supply  and  when  any  one 
comes  for  water  the  well  tender,  who  is  usually  a 
woman,  puts  her  mouth  over  the  bamboo  and  by  a  vigor- 
ous intake  of  breath  sucks  up  a  quantity  of  water.  This 
she  then  dextrously  squirts  from  her  mouth  into  the 
shell  of  an  ostrich  egg.  These  shells  when  furnished 
with  corks  of  pith  make  very  good  water  bottles  and 
they  will  stand  considerable  rough  handling. 


Clubs  spring  up  with  and  without  reason.  One  of 
the  strangest  on  record  was  the  Abduction  Club,  or- 
ganized in  1766  by  some  well-connected  Irish  youths 
in  London,  who  banded  themselves  together  to  abduct 
heiresses  and  good-looking  young  women  of  gentle 
birth.  As  there  was  a  large  membership,  many  forced 
marriages  took  place  in  consequence  of  their  exploits. 
The  evil  became  eventually  so  serious  that  a  special 
act  of  Parliament  was  passed  making  abduction  a  capi- 
tal offense.  Two  of  the  members  were  executed  for 
the  abduction  of  two  wealthy  sisters  in  1779,  but  the 
club  was  not  disbanded  till  1802. 


The  oldest  ship  in  point  of  service  is  said  to  be  the 
British  steamer  Edina,  whose  fifty-eighth  birthday  was 
recently  celebrated  in  Melbourne.  For  years  she  has 
been  a  regular  trader  between  Melbourne  and  Beelong, 
and  she  is  still  going  strong,  with  no  sign  of  prospective 
superannuation.  Originally  she  was  a  stoutly  built 
sailing  vessel,  and  as  such  was  employed  as  a  transport 
and  dispatch  boat  between  England  and  the  Crimea. 
After  the  war  she  was  purchased  by  an  Australian  ship- 
owning  firm,  and  she  has  been  working  at   the  Anti- 

podes  ever  since. 

m»m 

Carrying  nearly  10.000  laborers,  ten  special  trains 
left  Toronto,  Canada,  in  one  day  recently,  for  the 
prairie  harvest  fields  of  the  West.  It  Is  estimated 
that  practically  50,000  hands  will  be  required  to  fill  the 
demand. 


Donald  Morris  Kirkpatrick,  winner  of  the  highest 
honor  open  to  students  of  architecture  in  this  country, 
that  of  the  Paris  prize  of  the  Societe  des  Beaux  Arts, 
the  award  being  $2500.  graduated  from  Lafayette  Col 
lege,  Pennsylvania,  in  1908.  His  work  was  selected  by 
the  Paris  judges  out  of  160  drawings  submitted  from 
all  parts  of  the  United  States.  By  the  terms  of  the 
award  he  will  pursue  studies  in  architecture  at  the 
Ecole  des  Beaux  Arts. 

President  Asano,  of  the  Toyo  Kisen  Kaisha  steam- 
ship line,  ran  away  from  home  when  a  boy,  rather  than 
study  to  be  a  physician,  a  profession  followed  by  his 
father.  The  lad  experienced  poverty  as  a  result,  and 
at  one  time  peddled  water  at  one  sen  a  pail  before  the 
days  of  the  water  system  in  Tokyo.  He  never  wasted 
his  time,  and  at  length  finding  a  position  with  a  com- 
mercial firm,  his  life  began  to  broaden.  Next  to  Baron 
Shibusawa  he  holds  more  offices  as  head  of  companies 
and  societies  than  any  other  business  man  in  Tokyo. 

Dr.  Ira  Remsen,  whose  book,  "Introduction  to  the 
Study  of  Chemistry,"  was,  a  few  days  ago.  declared  by 
Dr.  Ivan  Kablukov,  a  scientist  of  the  University  of 
Moscow,  to  be  the  greatest  of  its  kind  in  the  world, 
has  been  president  of  Johns  Hopkins  University  since 
1901.  He  was  born  in  New  York  in  1846,  and  in  1865 
received  his  A.  B.  from  the  College  of  the  City  of  New 
York.  Later,  he  studied  at  Columbia  and  Gottingen. 
and  has  received  degrees  from  several  other  leading 
universities.  In  1879  he  founded  the  American  Chem- 
ical Journal,  of  which  he  is  the  editor. 

Sir  George  Reid.  the  first  high  commissioner  for  the 
commonwealth  of  Australia  to  Britain,  now  on  an  of- 
ficial visit  to  Canada,  is  a  native  of  Scotland,  who  went 
to  Australia  in  1852.  As  early  as  1880  he  represented 
East  Sydney  in  the  legislative  assembly  of  New  South 
Wales.  He  was  one  of  the  leading  members  of  the  na- 
tional convention  which  framed  the  commonwealth 
constitution  in  1897-98,  and  was  elected  one  of  the 
members  of  the  first  federal  parliament.  Sir  George 
declined  a  knighthood  in  1897,  but  accepted  the  honor  in 
1909.  It  is  said  of  him  that  no  man  in  Australia  knows 
every  part  of  the  country  more  thoroughly. 

W.  Bramwell  Booth,  the  new  leader  of  the  Salvation 
Army,  has  been  since  1S80  chief  of  staff  and  the  "man 
behind  the  gun."  He  is  a  big  man,  standing  six  feet 
high,  and  possesses  striking  facial  characteristics.  He 
has  a  tremendous  capacity  for  work,  a  wonderful  grasp 
of  detail,  a  broad  scholarship,  and  is  noted  as  a  public 
speaker,  as  well  as  a  thoughtful  writer  who  has  pro- 
duced a  number  of  books.  Prominent  Londoners  in 
times  past  urged  him  to  study  law,  recognizing  his 
marked  ability.  General  Booth  was  born  in  Halifax, 
England.  March  8,  1856.  has  devoted  his  life  to  the 
Army  work,  and  has  never  visited  Canada  or  the  United 
States.  His  wife  has  been  head  of  the  social  work  of 
the  organization  for  thirty  years. 

Isaiah  T.  Montgomery,  who  made  a  striking  address 
in  Chicago  a  few  days  ago  to  delegates  to  the  National 
Negro  Business  League,  rose  from  the  life  of  a  slave 
to  a  position  of  wealth  and  power  in  the  South. 
Among  other  things  he  founded  the  prosperous  towrn 
of  Mound  Bayou,  Mississippi,  which  now  has  a  popu- 
lation of  more  than  a  thousand  people.  All  the  town 
officials  are  negroes.  Montgomery  was  owned  by 
Joseph  E.  Davis,  brother  of  the  Confederate  president, 
and  after  the  war  rented  two  large  plantations  from  his 
former  master,  devoting  them  to  cotton.  It  was  only 
a  question  of  time  before  he  became  known  as  one  of 
the  largest  cotton-growers  of  the  South.  In  1887  he 
bought  a  large  tract  of  land  and  started  a  negro  colony, 
callinf  it  Mound  Bayou.  He  began  this  work  at  the 
age  of  forty. 

General  Simon  Bolivar  Buckner,  the  last  of  a  score 
of  lieutenant-generals  of  the  Confederacy  and  the  rank- 
ing officer  of  the  living  remnant  of  its  armies,  was  in 
Louisville  recently  to  bid  his  son  farewell  before  his 
departure  to  the  Philippines,  where  he  will  hold  a  re- 
sponsible position  as  an  army  officer.  The  old  veteran 
is  just  passing  his  ninetieth  milepost.  He  graduated 
at  West  Point  in  1844  and  afterward  fought  with 
bravery  in  the  Mexican  War.  when  he  was  breveted 
first  lieutenant  for  bravery.  He  served  eleven  years  in 
the  United  States  Army,  from  which  he  resigned  in 
1855.  In  1864  he  was  made  a  lieutenant-general  in  the 
Confederate  Army  and  he  was  known  as  the  "Hero  of 
Chickamauga."  After  the  war  he  was  elected  governor 
of  Kentucky,  and  in  1896  he  ran  for  Vice-President  of 
the  United  States  on  the  Gold  Democratic  ticket. 

John  Fritz,  the  great  ironmaster,  who  observed  bis 
ninetieth  birthday  on  August  21,  is  a  Pennsylvanian 
whose  career  has  reflected  credit  on  the  profession  of 
the  mechanical  engineer.  He  was  educated  in  the  com- 
mon schools,  and  in  1838  was  apprenticed  to  the  black- 
smith trade.  Quick  to  learn  and  advance,  he  became 
foreman  of  the  Norristown  Iron  Works,  and  in  1852, 
together  with  a  few  others,  started  a  small  machine 
shop.  He  entered  the  employ  of  the  Bethlehem  Iron 
Company  in  1860  as  general  superintendent  and  en- 
gineer, and  had  charge  of  the  building  of  the  company's 
works.  For  thirty-two  years  he  was  the  life  of  the 
immense  plant  at  Bethlehem,  which  owed  everything  to 
his  resourceful  genius.  The  honors  conferred  upon 
him  are  numberless,  lie  is  a  recipient  of  the  Bessemer 
gold  medal  of  the  Iron  and  Steel  Institute  of  (ireat 
Britain    for   his    improvements    in    the    m;  of 

steel. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7.  1912. 


FAMOUS  LONDON  HOUSES. 


Mr.    St.    John    Adcock    Writes    of    Some    of    the    Literary 
Shrines  of  the  English  Metropolis. 


Mr.  St.  John  Adcock  tells  us — although  we  knew  it 
already — that  you  can  not  stir  the  ground  of  London 
anywhere  but  straightway  it  flowers  into  romance. 
And  then  for  the  space  of  some  three  hundred  and  fifty 
pages  he  proceeds  to  prove  his  words  true.  But  how 
much  more  he  might  have  written  !  He  says  so  him- 
self. He  might  concoct  a  social  history  of  London 
beginning  with  William  Fitzosbert,  who  was  struck 
down  in  Cheapside.  hustled  to  the  Tower,  and  hanged 
at  Smithfield  some  seven  centuries  ago  for  advising 
the  people  not  to  pay  the  lord  mayors  taxes.  Or  he 
might  write  a  history  of  London's  newspapers,  inspired 
by  the  sight  of  Pope's  Head  Alley,  where  Thomas 
Archer  printed  his  first  sheet  in  1603.  And  as  for  lit- 
erary London — all  of  old  London  is  literary,  a  vast 
literary  grave,  or  flower  garden,  according  to  our  habit 
of  mind,  and  some  of  the  story  of  literary  London,  as 
suggested  by  its  old  houses,  is  given  to  us  in  this  large 
and  delightful  volume. 

It  is  fitting  that  Shakespeare  should  occupy  the  place 
of  honor.  When  Shakespeare  lived  on  Monkwell 
Street  he  must  have  been  familiar  with  the  few  tombs 
still  to  be  seen  in  St.  Olavis  churchyard.  He  must 
often  have  traversed  Wood  Street,  Cheapside,  Cannon 
Street,  and  Thames  Street  on  his  way  to  the  Globe  The- 
atre on  Bankside: 

There  has  been  no  theatre  on  Bankside  these  many  years  ; 
there  is  nothing  there  or  in  that  vicinity  now  that  belongs 
to  Shakespeare's  age  except  some  scattered,  ancient,  inglorious 
houses  that  he  may  or  may  not  have  known  and  the  stately 
cathedral  of  St.  Saviour. '  This  holds  still  the  span  of  ground 
that  has  belonged  to  it  since  before  Chaucer's  day.  You  may 
enter  and  see  there  the  quaint  effigy  of  Chaucer's  contempo- 
rary. Gower.  sleeping  on  his  five-century-old  tomb  ;  and  here 
and  there  about  the  aisles  and  in  the  nave  are  memorials  of 
remembered  or  forgotten  men  and  women  who  died  whi'.e 
Shakespeare  was  living,  and  somewhere  in  it  were  buried 
men,  too.  who  were  intimate  with  him,  though  no  evidence  of 
their  burial  there  remains  except  in  the  parish  register.  In 
the  "monthly  accounts"  of  St.  Saviour's  you  come  upon  these 
entries  concerning  two   of  his  contemporary  dramatists: 

1625.     August  29th,  John  Fletcher,  a  poet,  in  the  church. 

1638.  March  18th,  Philip  Massinger,  stranger,  in  the  church. 
the  inference  being  that  Fletcher  had  resided  in  the  parish, 
and  Massinger,  the  "stranger,"  had  not.  But  earlier  than 
either  of  these,  it  is  on  record  that  on  the  31st  December, 
1607,  Shakespeare's  youngest  brother,  Edmund,  "a  player," 
was  buried  here,  and  a  fee  of  twenty  shillings  was  paid  by 
some  one   for  "a  forenoon  knell  of  the   great  bell." 

Leicester  Square  is  now  the  home  of  the  foreign 
exile,  but  Hogarth  once  lived  close  at  hand,  and  the 
home  of  Sir  Isaac  Newton  was  at  35  St.  Martin's 
Street,  where  he  says  he  spent  the  happiest  days  of  his 
life.  Johnson  said  once  that  Newton  would  have  been 
worshiped  as  a  god  in  ancient  Greece,  but  he  was  not 
of  godlike  appearance,  being  "a  man  of  no  very  promis- 
ing aspect,"  says  Heme: 

There  are  a  good  many  stories  told  of  his  eccentricities  and 
absent-mindedness.  He  would  ride  through  London  in  his 
coach  with  one  arm  out  of  the  window  on  one  side  and  one  out 
on  the  other:  he  would  sometimes  start  to  get  up  of  a  morning 
and  sit  down  on  his  bed,  absorbed  in  thought,  and  so  remain 
for  hours  without  dressing  himself;  and,  when  his  dinner  was 
laid,  he  would  walk  about  the  room,  forgetting  to  eat  it,  and 
carelessly  eat  it  standing  when  his  attention  was  called  to  it. 
On  one  occasion,  when  he  was  leading  his  horse  up  a  hill, 
he  found,  when  he  went  to  remount  on  reaching  the  top,  that 
the  animal  had  slipped  its  bridle  and  stayed  behind  without 
his  perceiving  it,  and  he  had  nothing  in  his  hand  but  some 
of  the  harness.  "When  he  had  friends  to  entertain,"  accord- 
ing to  Dr.  Stuke'ey,  "if  he  went  into  his  study  to  fetch  a 
bottle  of  wine,  there  was  danger  of  his  forgetting  them,"  and 
not  coming  back  again.  And  it  is  told  of  this  same  Dr. 
Stukeley  that  he  called  one  day  to  see  Newton,  and  was 
shown  into  the  dining-room,  where  Sir  Isaac's  dinner  was  in 
readiness.  After  a  long  wait,  feeling  hungry  as  well  as  im- 
patient, Stukeley  ate  the  cold  chicken  intended  for  his  host, 
and  left  nothing  but  the  bones.  By  and  by  Sir  Isaac  entered, 
made  his  greetings  and  apologies,  and,  whilst  they  were  talk- 
ing, drew  a  chair  to  the  table,  took  off  the  dish-cover,  and 
at  sight  of  the,  bones  merely  observed  placidly,  "How  absent 
we  philosophers  are!      I  had  forgotten  that  I  had  dined!" 

In  Leicester  Square  again  was  the  house  of  Sir 
Joshua  Reynolds,  and  so  at  once  we  find  ourselves  in 
touch  with  Johnson,  Bos  well,  Goldsmith,  Garrick, 
Burke,  and  Sheridan.  Reynolds  and  Johnson  founded 
the  Library  Club  at  the  Turk's  Head,  and  Gainsborough 
moved  on  the  edge  of  the  circle,  but  never  entered  it 
familiarly.  Sheridan  had  now  finished  his  career  as  a 
dramatist  and  had  become  a  brilliant  parliamentary 
orator,  but  without  any  reform  of  character: 

All  his  life  he  was  living  beyond  his  income,  borrowing, 
getting  into  debt,  and  dodging  duns  and  bailiffs  with  the 
gayest  imperturbability.  Everybody  liked  him,  and  was  sus- 
ceptible to  his  charm.  Wherever  the  wits  foregathered,  he 
was  the  best  drinker,  the  best  talker,  and  the  wittiest  among 
them.  Byron  writes  of  him  in  his  diary:  "What  a  wreck  that 
man  is!  and  a'l  from  bad  pilotage;  for  no  one  had  ever  better 
vialts.  though  now  and  then  a  little  too  squally.  Poor  dear 
Sherry!  I  shall  never  forget  the  day  he  and  Rogers  and 
Moore  and  I  passed  together;  when  he  talked  and  we  listened. 
without  one  yawn,  from  six  till  one  in  the  morning."  In  a 
letter  to  Moore.  Byron  records  a  dinner  at  which  Sheridan, 
Colman,  and  a  larcc-  party  were  present,  and  at  the  finish, 
when  they  were  all  the  worse  for  drink,  "Kinnaird  and  I  had 
to  'induct  Sheridan  down  a  damned  corkscrew  staircase, 
which  had  certainly  been  constructed  before  the  discovery  of 
fermented  liquors,  and  to  which  no  legs,  however  crooked, 
could  possilily  accommodate  themselves.  We  deposited  him 
at  home,  where  his  man,  evidently  used  to  the  business, 
waited  to  receive  him  in  the  hall." 

We  arc  told  a  good  deal  about  Goldsmith,  and  Bos- 
well's  suite  against  him.  Johnson  himself  had  a  cer- 
tain contempt  for  Goldsmith  and  is  reported  as  saying 
upon  one  occasion,  "It  is  amazing  how  little  Goldsmith 
know-:  he  seldom  comes  where  he  is  not  more  ignorant 
than  any  or  else."  To  which  Reynolds  replied,  "Vet 
o    nan  whose  company  is  more  liked": 

dead  in   his  chambers   at  2   Brick  Court,   as 


Forster  relates,  the  staircase  was  filled  with  mourners  the 
reverse  of  domestic — "women  without  a  home,  without  do- 
mesticity of  any  kind,  with  no  friend  but  him  they  had  come 
to  weep  for  ;  outcasts  of  that  great,  solitary,  wicked  city,  to 
whom  he  had  never  forgotten  to  be  kind  and  charitable.  And 
he  had  domestic  mourners,  too.  His  coffin  was  reopened  at 
the  request  of  Miss  Horneck  and  her  sister  (such  was  the 
regard  he  was  known  to  have  for  them),  that  a  lock  might 
be  cut  from  his  hair.  It  was  in  Mrs.  Gwyn's  possession  when 
she  died,  after  nearly  seventy  years."  When  Burke  was  told 
that  Goldsmith  was  dead,  he  burst  into  tears;  and  when  the 
news  reached  Reynolds  in  his  Leicester  Square  painting-room, 
he  laid  his  brush  aside — a  thing  he  had  not  been  known  to  do 
even  in  times  of  great  family  distress — left  his  study,  and 
entered  it  no  more  that  day.  A  vain  and  envious  fool  is  not 
mourned   in  that   fashion. 

"I  have  been  many  a  time  in  the  chambers  in  the  Temple 
which  were  his,"  writes  Thackeray,  "and  passed  up  the  stair- 
case which  Johnson  and  Burke  and  Reynolds  trod  to  see  their 
friend,  their  poet,  their  kind  Goldsmith — the  stair  on  which 
the  poor  women  sat  weeping  bitterly  when  they  heard  that  the 
greatest  and  most  generous  of  all  men  was  dead  within  the 
black   oak   door." 

No.  2  Brick  Court  would  be  memorable  enough  if  it  held 
no  other  memory;  but  in  1839  Mackworth  Praed  died  in  the 
same  house,  and  for  a  short  time  in  1855  Thackeray,  too,  had 
chambers   in   it. 

Blake  and  Flaxman  get  a  chapter  to  themselves. 
Ten  years  before  Boswell  went  to  live  at  56  Great 
Queen  Street,  William  Blake,  then  a  boy,  was  an  ap- 
prentice at  No.  31.  Later  on  we  find  him  in  Leicester 
Square,  and  then  at  28  Poland  Street: 

Leaving  Poland  Street  in  1793,  Blake  moved  across  London 
to  Lambeth,  and  made  himself  a  new  home  at  13  Hercules 
Buildings.  Gilchrist,  one  of  his  earliest  biographers,  made 
a  mistake  in  his  identification  of  this  house,  and  until  a  year 
or  two  ago  it  was  believed  that  Blake's  residence  in  that 
place  had  been  pu".led  down.  On  a  recent  investigation  of 
the  Lambeth  rate-books  by  the  county  council  authorities, 
however,  it  became  clear  that,  instead  of  being  on  the  west 
side  of  the  street,  as  Gilchrist  supposed,  No.  13  was  on  the 
east  side,  next  door  but  one  to  Hercules  Hall  Yard.  Some- 
where between  1830  and  1842  the  wrhole  road  was  renumbered, 
and  Blake's  house  had  become  No.  63,  and  was  in  1890  re- 
numbered again,  and  became,  and  is  still,  No.  23  Hercules 
Road.  Whilst  he  was  living  here,  Mr.  Thomas  Butts,  of  Fitz- 
roy  Square,  became  his  most  liberal  and  most  constant 
patron ;  and  on  calling  at  Hercules  Buildings  one  day,  Mr. 
Butts  says  he  found  Blake  and  his  wife  sitting  naked  in  their 
summer-house.  "Come  in !"  Blake  greeted  him.  "It's  only 
Adam  and  Eve,  you  know."  But  Mr.  Butts  never  took  this 
as  evidence  of  Blake's  madness  :  he  and  his  wife  had  simply 
been  reciting  pasages  of  "Paradise   Lost"   in   character. 

Blake  lived  for  a  time  at  Felpham,  but  "the  visions 
were  angry  with  me  at  Felpham,"  so  he  moved  to  17 
South  Moulton  Street,  Oxford  Street: 

Nevertheless,  at  Felpham  he  must  have  been  working  on  his 
"Jerusalem,"  and  on  "Milton,  a  Poem  in  Two  Books,"  for 
these  were  issued  short-'y  after  his  arrival  in  South  Moulton 
Street.  He  writes  of  "Jerusalem"  in  one  of  his  letters  :  "I 
have  written  this  poem  from  immediate  dictation,  twelve,  or 
sometimes  twenty  or  thirty,  lines  at  a  time,  without  premedi- 
tation, and  even  against  my  will"  ;  and  in  a  later  letter,  speak- 
ing of  it  as  "the  grandest  poem  that  this  w^orld  contains," 
he  excuses  himself  by  remarking,  "I  may  praise  it,  since  I 
dare  not  pretend  to  be  any  other  than  the  secretary — the 
authors  are  in  eternity."  Much  of  "Jerusalem"  is  turgid,  ob- 
scure, chaotic,  and  so  impossible  to  understand  that  Mr. 
Chesterton  declares  that  when  Blake  said  "that  its  authors 
were  in  eternity,  one  can  only  say  that  nobody  is  likely  to  go 
there  to  get  any  more  of  their  work."  But  it  is  in  this  poem 
that  Blake  introduces  those  verses  "To  the  Jews,"  setting 
forth  that  Jerusalem  once  stood  in — 

Tlic    fields    from    Islington    to    Marybone, 
To  Primrose  Hill  and  Saint  John's  Wood; 
and   that   then — 

The   Divine  Vision  still  was  seen. 
Still    was    the    human    form    divine; 

Weeping    in    weak   and    mortal    clay, 
O  Jesus!   still  the    form   was  Thine. 

And  Thine  the  human   face;   and   Thine 
The  human  hands,  and  feet,  and  breath, 

Entering  through  the  gates  of  birth, 

And  passing  through  the  gates  of  death; 

and  in  "Jerusalem"  you  have  his  lines  "To  the  Deists,"  the 
first  version  of  his  ballad  of  the  Grey  Monk,  with  its  great 
ending : 

For   a   tear  is   an   intellectual   thing, 
And  a  sigh  is  the  sword  of  an  Angel  King, 
And  the  bitter  groan  of  a  martyr's  woe 
Is  an  arrow  from  the  Almighty's  bow. 
For  my  part,  I  wish  it  were  possible  for  some  of  our  living 
poets  to   go   again  to   those   authors  in  eternity   and  get   some 
more   of   such    stuff   as   this,    even   if   we   had   to    have   it    em- 
bedded   in    drearier    lumps    of    nonsense    than    you    find    in 
"Jerusalem." 

The  Hampstead  Group,  to  which  the  author  devotes 
a  chanter,  included  Romney,  Constable,  Joanna  Baillie, 
Sir  Walter  Besant,  and  George  du  Maurier.  At  the 
Upper  Heath  Tavern  were  wont  to  assemble  Pope,  Ad- 
dison, Steele,  Congreve,  and  Hogarth.  Gay  used  to 
visit  Hampstead,  and  so  did  Tennyson,  Dickens,  and 
Thackeray.  But  the  locality  is  specially  associated 
with  Keats  and  Leigh  Hunt  : 

Keats  was  introduced  to  Coleridge  by  Leigh  Hunt.  In 
1816,  when  he  was  trying  to  cure  himself  of  the  opium  habit, 
Coleridge  went  to  live  with  Mr.  Hilman,  a  surgeon,  in  a  house 
that  still  stands  in  The  Grove,  Highgate,  and  walking  with 
Hunt  one  dav  in  Millfield  Lane,  which  runs  on  the  Highgate 
side  of  the  Heath,  he  chanced  to  meet  Keats,  and  this  is  his 
own  account  of  the  meeting:  "A  loose,  slack,  and  not  well- 
dressed  youth  met  me  in  a  lane  near  Highgate.  It  was  Keats. 
He  was  introduced  to  me,  and  stayed  a  minute  or  so.  After 
he  had  left  us  a  little  way,  he  ran  back  and  said  'Let  me  carry 
away  the  memory,  Coleridge,  of  having  pressed  your  hand.' 
'There  is  death  in  that  hand,'  I  said  when  Keats  was  gone ; 
yet  this  was,  I  believe,  before  the  consumption  showed  itself 
distinctly."  But  another  four  years  were  not  past  when 
Hone,  the  author  of  "The  Table  Book,"  saw  "poor  Keats,  the 
poet  of  'The  Pot  of  Basil,'  sitting  and  sobbing  his  dying 
breath  into  a  handkerchief,"  on  a  bench  at  the  end  of  Well 
Walk,  overlooking  the  Heath,  "glancing  parting  looks  towards 
the  quiet  landscape  he  had  delighted  in  so  much." 

Returning  nearer  to  the  heart  of  London,  we  are 
reminded  that  Kemhle  lived  in.  Soho  Square,  and  this 
square  has  pathetic  memories  of  De  Quincey,  who 
lodged  for  a  time,  under  strange  circumstances,  at  the 
Greek  Street  corner  of  it : 

Left  an  orphan  to  the  care  of  guardians  who  seem  to  have 
ir-.  ited  him  with  some  harshness,  De  Quincey  ran  away  from 
the  Manchester  Grammar  School  in   1802,  when  he  was  only 


seventeen,  and  after  wandering  through  Wales  made  his  way 
to  London.  Here  for  two  months  he  was  houseless,  and 
seldom  slept  under  a  roof,  and  for  upwards  of  sixteen  weeks 
suffered  "the  physical  anguish  of  hunger  in  various  degrees 
of  intensity."  He  tells  you  in  his  "Confessions"  how  he  used 
to  pace  "the  never-ending  terraces"  of  Oxford  Street,  and  at 
night  sleep  on  some  doorstep,  and  dream,  "and  wake  to  the 
captivity  of  hunger."  In  Oxford  Street  he  fell  in  with  that 
most  innocent  and  tender-hearted  of  street-walkers,  Ann, 
whose  surname  he  never  knew,  and  to  whose  compassion  and 
charity  he  always  fe'.t  that  he  owed  his  life:  "For  many 
weeks  I  had  walked  at  nights  with  this  poor  friendless  girl 
up  and  down  Oxford  Street,  or  had  rested  with  her  on  steps 
and  under  the  shelter  of  porticoes.  She  could  not  be  so  old 
as  myself;  she  told  me,  indeed,  that  she  had  not  completed 
her  sixteenth  year.  .  .  .  One  night  when  we  were  pacing 
slowly  along  Oxford  Street,  and  after  a  day  when  I  had  felt 
more  than  usually  ill  and  faint,  I  requested  her  to  turn  off 
with  me  into  Soho  Square.  Thither  we  went,  and  we  sat 
down  on  the  steps  of  a  house  which  to  this  hour  I  never  pass 
without  a  pang  of  grief  and  an  inner  act  of  homage  to  the 
spirit  of  that  unhappy  girl,  in  memory  of  the  noble  action 
which  she  there  performed.  Suddenly,  as  we  sate,  I  grew 
much  worse.  I  had  been  leaning  my  head  against  her  bosom, 
and  all  at  once  I  sank  from  her  arms  and  fell  backwards  on 
the  steps."  He  was  so  utterly  exhausted  that  he  felt  he 
must  have  died,  but  with  a  cry  of  terror  she  ran  off  into  Ox- 
ford Street  and  returned  with  port  wine  and  spices  which  she 
had  paid  for  out  of  her  own  pocket,  at  a  time  when  "she  had 
scarcely  the  wherewithal  to  purchase  the  bare  necessaries  of 
life."     And   this  timely  stimu'ant  served  to   restore  him. 

By  and  by,  meeting  a  friend  who  lent  him  ten  pounds,  he 
traveled  down  to  Windsor  to  see  if  he  could  get  a  certain 
friend  of  his  family  there  to  assist  him  ;  but  before  going  he 
paid  Ann  something  of  his  debt  to  her,  and  arranged  that  three 
nights  from  then,  and  every  night  after  until  they  should 
meet,  she  would  be  at  the  corner  of  Titchfield  Street,  Soho. 
On  his  return  to  London  he  was  at  the  appointed  place  night 
after  night,  but  Ann  never  appeared,  and  though  he  inquired 
everywhere  and  searched  the  neighborhood  for  her  he  was 
never  able  to  see  or  hear  of  her  again. 

Perhaps  the  author  gives  a  little  more  space  to  Dr. 
Day  than  that  worthy  deserves.  Dr.  Day  was  the  au- 
thor of  "Sandford  and  Merton,"  a  feat  that  should  rele- 
gate him  to  obscurity  rather  than  raise  him  from  it. 
But  Dr.  Day  serves  as  an  introduction  to  Lord  Byron, 
so  the  interlude  is  excused: 

Across  the  other  side  of  London,  at  24  (then  16)  Holies 
Street,  Cavendish  Square,  Lord  Byron  was  born,  on  22d  Jan- 
uary, 1788 — a  very  different  man,  but  also  unconventional, 
though  in  more  conventional  ways.  But  the  house  here  has 
been  considerably  altered  to  suit  the  requirements  of  the  big 
drapery  establishment  that  at  present  occupies  it,  and  of 
Byron's  various  residences  in  London  I  believe  the  only  one 
that  survives  in  its  original  condition  is  that  at  No.  4  Bennet 
Street,  St.  James's.  Here  he  had  rooms  on  the  first  floor  in 
1813  and  the  early  months  of  1S14,  and  it  was  in  those  rooms 
that  he  wrote  "The  Giaour,"  "The  Bride  of  Abydos,"  and 
"The  Corsair."  Writing  to  Moore  from  here  on  the  28th 
July,  1S13,  he  says,  "I  am  training  to  dine  with  Sheridan  and 
Rogers  this  evening"  :  and  in  the  diary  he  was  keeping  at  this 
time  he  notes,  on  16th  November,  1S13,  "Read  Burns  today. 
What  would  he  have  been,  if  a  patrician?  We  should  have 
had  more  polish — less  force — just  as  much  verse,  but  no  im- 
mortality— a  divorce  and  duel  or  two,  the  which  had  he  sur- 
vived, as  his  potations  must  have  been  less  spirituous,  he 
might  have  lived  as  long  as  Sheridan,  and  outlived  as  much 
as   poor   Brinsley." 

After  Byron — a  long  way  after — comes  Coleridge. 
"Many  an  old  fool,"  quotes  Byron  of  him  approvingly, 
"but  such  as  this,  never."  When  Coleridge  asked 
Lamb,  "Have  you  ever  heard  me  preach?"  Lamb  re- 
plied, "I  never  heard  you  do  anything  else."  But 
Coleridge  could  preach,  and  he  could  also  talk : 

These  twelve  years  after  that,  when  Coleridge  was  lecturing 
in  London,  his  fancy  and  imagination  were  as  dazzling  and 
as  powerful  as  ever,  and  his  voice  and  language  had  lost  none 
of  their  magic.  But  his  thoughts  were  perhaps  tending 
towards  that  transcendental  obscurity  that  reached  its  worst 
when  he  was  established  in  his  closing  days  at  Highgate, 
with  his  little  group  of  worshiping  disciples  around  him,  and 
when  Carlyle  went  to  hear  and  to  ridicule  him.  Anyhow, 
here  is  an  account  Rogers  gives  of  a  visit  he  paid  to  him 
when  he  had  transferred  himself  from  Hammersmith  to  Pall 
Mall: 

Coleridge  was  a  marvelous  talker.  One  morning  when  Hookham 
Frere  also  breakfasted  with  me,  Coleridge  talked  for  three  hours 
without  intermission,  about  poetry,  and  so  admirably  that  I  wish 
every  word  he  uttered  had  been  written  down.  But  sometimes  his 
harangues  were  quite  unintelligible,  not  only  to  myself,  but  to 
others.  Wordsworth  and  I  called  upon  him  one  afternoon,  when  he 
was  in  a  lodging  off  Pall  Mall.  He  talked  uninterruptedly  for 
about  two  hours,  during  which  Words  worth  listened  to  him  with 
profound  attention,  every  now  and  then  nodding  his  head,  as  if  in 
assent.  On  quitting  the  lodgings  I  said  to  Wordsworth,  "Well,  for 
my  part,  I  could  not  make  head  or  tail  of  Coleridge's  oration;  pray 
did  you  understand  it?"  "Not  one  syllable  of  it,"  was  Words- 
worth's   reply. 

St.  John's  Wood  is  associated  with  Hood  and  his 
wife  and  with  Charles  and  Mary  Lamb.  We  are  in- 
debted to  Miss  Mary  Balmanno  for  an  account  of  an 
evening  she  spent  with  the  Hoods  and  the  Lambs. 
Mr.  Lamb,  she  says,  was  in  high  spirits,  "sauntering 
about  the  room  with  his  hands  crossed  behind  his  back, 
conversing  by  fits  and  starts  with  those  most  familiarly 
known  to  him : 

"The  evening  was  concluded  by  a  supper,  one  of  those  ele- 
gant social  repast  which  Flemish  artists  delight  to  paint. 
.  .  .  Mr.  Lamb  oddly  wa'.ked  round  the  table,  looking  closely 
at  any  dish  that  struck  his  fancy  before  he  would  decide  where 
to  sit,  telling  Mrs.  Hood  that  he  should  by  that  means  know 
how  to  select  some  dish  that  was  difficult  to  carve  and  take 
the  trouble  off  her  hands  ;  accordingly,  having  jested  in  this 
manner,  he  placed  himself  with  great  deliberation  before  a 
lobster  salad,  observing  that  was  the  thing.,. 

"Mr.  Hood,  with  inexpressible  gravity  in  the  upper  part  of 
his  face  and  his  mouth  twitching  with  smi'.es,  sang  his  own 
comic  song  of  'If  you  go  to  France  be  sure  to  learn  the 
linaro' ;  his  pensive  manner  and  feeble  voice  making  it  doubly 
ludicrous.  Mr.  Lamb,  on  being  pressed  to  sing,  excused  him- 
self in  his  own  peculiar  manner,  but  offered  to  pronounce  a 
Latin  eulogium  instead.  This  was  accepted,  and  he  accord- 
ingly stammered  forth  a  long  stream  of  Latin  words;  among 
which,  as  the  liame  of  Mrs.  Hood  frequently  occurred,  we 
Indies  thought  it  in  praise  of  her.  The  delivery  of  this  speech 
occupied  about  five  minutes.  On  inquiring  of  a  gentleman 
who  sat  next  me  whether  Mr.  Lamb  was  praising  Mrs.  Hood, 
he  informed  me  that  was  by  no  means  the  case,  the  eulogium 
being  on  the  lobster  salad  !  Thus,  in  the  gayest  of  moods, 
progressed  and  concluded  a  truly  merry  little  social  supper. 
worthy  in  all  respects  of  the  author  of  'Whims  an~  Oddities.'  " 

Hood  was  very  friendly  with  Dickens,  and  when  he 
dined  with  the  novelist  he  would  be  sent  home  tc    ^1 


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John's  Wood  in  a  carriage  and  then  Jane  would  meet 
him  at  the  door  before  he  could  ring  the  bell.  "Poor 
girl !  What  would  she  do  if  she  had  a  wild  husband 
instead  of  a  tame  one?" 

Dickens,  at  that  date,  lived  at  1  Devonshire  Terrace, 
Marylebone  Road  ;  they  had  probably  driven  up  together  from 
Greenwich,  and  the  carriage  had  come  the  mile  or  so  further 
on  with  Hood  after  leaving  Dickens  at  his  own  door.  Dickens 
was  one  of  the  many  visitors  who  helped  to  make  Hood's  St. 
John's  Wood  residence  memorable ;  there  is  a  record  of  his 
being  there,  with  his  wife  and  sister  and  Daniel  Maclise,  in 
December,  1842.  At  Elm  Tree  Road,  for  all  his  broken 
health,  Hood  worked  hard  at  editing  and  writing  for  the 
New  Monthly  Magazine,  and,  after  resigning  from  that,  for 
Hood's  Monthly  Magazine,  One  letter  of  his,  dated  from  17 
Elm  Tree  Road,  on  the  18th  of  July,  1843,  is  headed  "From 
my  bed"  ;  for  he  was  frequently  bedridden  for  days  and  weeks 
at  a  stretch,  but  sat  propped  up  with  pillows,  writing  and 
sketching  with  unabated  industry.  He  wras  contributing  also 
in  these  days  to  Punch,  and  to  Douglas  Jerrold's  Illuminated 
Magazine.  In  November,  1843,  he  wrote  here,  for  Punch, 
his  grim  "Drop  of  Gin" : 

Gin!    Gin!    a  drop  of  Gin! 

What  magnified  monsters  circle  therein! 
Ragged,  and  stained  with  filth  and  mud. 
Some  plague-spotted,  and  some  with  blood ! 

Shapes   of   misery,    shame   and    sin! 

Figures  that  make  us  loathe  and  tremble, 
Creatures  scarce  human,  that  more  resemble 

Broods  of  diabolical  kin, 

Gliost  and  vampire,  demon  and  Jin!    .    .    ." 

But  a  far  greater  poem  than  this,  "The  Song  of  the  Shirt," 
was  also  written  at  Elm  Tree  Road.  "Now  mind,  Hood, 
mark  my  words,"  said  Mrs.  Hood,  when  he  was  putting  up 
the  manuscript  for  the  post,  "This  will  tell  wonderfully.  It 
is  one  of  the  best  things  you  ever  did."  And  the  results 
justified  her.  The  verses  appeared  in  the  Christmas  number 
of  Punch  for  1843,  and  not  only  trebled  the  circulation  of  that 
paper,  but  within  a  very  short  time  had  at  least  doubled 
Hood's  reputation,  though  "Eugene  Aram,"  "The  Plea  of  the 
Midsummer  Fairies,"  and  "Lycus  the  Centaur,"  had  long  pre- 
ceded it.  Probably  no  poem  ever  stirred  the  national  con- 
science more  deeply  or  created  a  profounder  sensation. 

Chelsea,  of  course,  means  Carlyle  and  Whistler.  The 
latter  lived  at  96  Cheyne  Walk,  and  while  here  he 
brought  his  famous  libel  suit  against  Ruskin,  won  it, 
and  was  awarded  one  farthing  damages : 

None  of  these  things  seem,  however,  to  have  affected 
Whistler  with  worse  than  a  temporary  irritation.  He  wrote 
jestingly  over  his  door :  "Except  the  Lord  build  the  house, 
they  labor  in  vain  that  build  it.  E.  W.  Godwin,  F.  S.  A., 
built  this  one" ;  turned  his  back  upon  the  scenes  of  his  recent 
disasters,  and  went  to  Venice.  After  rather  more  than  a 
year  of  absence,  he  returned  to  London  in  the  winter  of  1880, 
stayed  with  his  brother  in  Wimpole  Street,  put  up  at  divers 
lodgings,  had  an  exhibition  in  Eond  Street,  and  in  May,  1881, 
took  a  studio  at  13  Tite  Street,  Chelsea,  and  began  to  be  the 
most  talked-of  man  of  the  day.  "He  filled  the  papers  with 
letters,"  write  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pennell.  "London  echoed  with 
his  laugh.  His  white  lock  stood  up  defiantly  above  his  curls ; 
his  cane  lengthened ;  a  series  of  collars  sprang  from  his  long 
overcoat ;  his  hat  had  a  curlier  brim,  a  lower  tilt  over  his 
eyes  ;  he  invented  amazing  costumes.  .  .  .  He  was  known  to 
pay  calls  with  the  long  bamboo  stick  in  his  hand  and  pink 
bows  on  his  shoes.  He  allowed  no  break  in  the  gossip. 
The  carriages  brought  crowds,  but  not  sitters.  Few  would 
sit  to  him  before  the  trial ;  after  it  there  were  fewer.  In 
the  'seventies  it  needed  courage  to  be  painted  by  Whistler ; 
now  it  was  to  risk  notoriety  and  ridicule."  When  Mr.  Pennell 
first  saw  him  at  13  Tite  Street,  in  July,  1884,  "he  was  all  in 
white,  his  waistcoat  had  long  sleeves,  and  every  minute  it 
seemed  as  if  he  must  begin  to  juggle  with  glasses.  For,  to 
be  honest,  my  first  impression  was  of  a  barkeeper  strayed  from 
a  Philadelphia  saloon  into  a  Chelsea  studio.  Never  had  1 
seen  such  thick,  black,  curling  hair.  But  in  the  midst  was 
the  white  lock,  and  keen,  brilliant  eyes  flashed  at  me  from 
under  the  thick  bushy  eyebrows." 

Carlyle  lived  at  24  Cheyne  Walk  and  Leigh  Hunt 
was  his  neighbor.  Carlyle  always  had  a  great  sym- 
pathy with  Hunt,  having  known  poverty  and  neglect 
himself.  He  called  him  "a  fine  kind  of  man"  and  en- 
joyed his  weekly  visits: 

It  was  Mrs.  Carlyle  who  was  severe  about  the  Hunts'  untidy 
and  uncleanly  household,  and  complained  of  the  domestic 
utensils  they  borrowed  and  failed  to  return,  but  Carlyle  took 
the  position  in  a  more  genial  spirit,  and  saw  the  pity  of  it 
and  the  humor  of  it  also.  "Hunt's  house,"  he  wrote  after 
one  of  his  visits  to  No.  10  Upper  Cheyne  Row,  "excels  all 
you  have  ever  read  of — a  poetical  Tinkerdom  without  parallel 
even  in  literature.  In  his  family  room,  where  are  a  sickly, 
large  wife  and  a  whole  school  of  well-conditioned  wild  chil- 
dren, you  will  find  half  a  dozen  old  rickety  chairs  gathered 
from  half  a  dozen  different  hucksters,  and  all  seemingly  en- 
gaged, and  just  pausing,  in  a  violent  hornpipe.  On  these  and 
around  them  and  over  the  dusty  table  and  ragged  carpet  lie 
all  kinds  of  litter — books,  papers,  egg-shells,  scissors,  and 
last  night  when  I  was  there  the  torn  heart  of  a  quartern  loaf. 
His  own  room  above  stairs,  into  which  alone  I  strive  to  enter, 
he  keeps  cleaner.  It  has  only  two  chairs,  a  bookcase. -and  a 
writing-table  ;  yet  the  noble  Hunt  receives  you  in  his  Tinker- 
dom in  the  spirit  of  a  king,  apologizes  for  nothing,  places  you 
in  the  best  seat,  takes  a  window-sill  himself  if  there  is  no 
other,  and  then  folding  closer  his  loose-flowing  'muslin  cloud' 
of  a  printed  nightgown  in  which  he  always  writes,  commences 
the  liveliest  dialogue  on  philosophy  and  the  prospects  of  man 
(who  is  to  be  beyond  measure  'happy'  yet),  which  again  he 
will  courteously  terminate  the  moment  you  are  bound  to  go. 
A  most  interesting,  pitiable,  lovable  man,  to  be  used  kindly, 
but  with  discretion." 

The  author  says  very  truly  that  if  he  had  included 
the  minor  literary  celebrities  of  London  his  book  would 
be  endless.  By  confining  himself  to  the  greater  lights 
he  has  made  his  task  possible,  and  certainly  no  one  can 
read  his  book  and  remain  insensible  to  the  excellence 
with  which  the  task  has  been  done. 

Famous  Houses  and  Literary  Shrines  of  London. 
By  A.  St.  John  Adcock.  With  seventv-four  illustra- 
tions.    New  York :  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co. ;  $2.50  net 


Colonel   Leroy   Springs,   one  of  the   greatest   cotton 
""  •'  managers  in  the  South,  who  recently 
'ollar  plant  to  his  holdings,  began  as 
k  in   a   little   store   in   Charlotte,   North 
learned  the  business  as  well  as  his  em- 
ahead,   saved   his  money,  and  finally   in- 
n  stock  which  turned  out  well.     He  kept 
slock   until   he   had   secured   enough   to 
into  a  mill  as  an  owner. 


THE    SCAR. 


And  the  Americano  Whose  Return  Was  Awaited. 


Sefior  Valenzo  paused,  raised  his  white,  flabby- 
cheeked  countenance  to  his  visitor  and  emitted  a  per- 
fect ring  of  blue  cigar  smoke.  "As  I  was  saying,  Julio, 
it  is  a  very  close  night." 

"Yes,  hardly  a  breath  stirs  the  dust." 

Both  sat  silent,  bathed  in  the  light  of  an  indolent, 
mottled  moon,  while  the  seiior  slowly  creaked  his 
wicker  rocker  about  so  as  to  be  able  to  glance  more  di- 
rectly at  it  and  also  to  be  within  easy  reach  of  the  de- 
canter which  stood  half  emptied  upon  the  table. 

"That  is  something — one  thing — no  amount  of  money 
can  buy — eh — Julio?"  He  questioned  with  his  insistent 
soft  drawl  and  a  slight  movement  of  his  right  arm  in- 
dicating the  placid  sky. 

"The  moon?" 

"Si — that  is  one — woman,  the  other."  He  was 
startled  in  the  process  of  carefully  filling  his  glass  for 
the  third  time  by  the  sharp  laughter  of  the  younger 
man. 

"It  is  a  mirthful  subject  to  you  then — si?" 

"Women  and  the  moon?     No." 

"Then  why  laughter?" 

And  as  silence  fell,  both  figures  sank  back  into  the 
darkness  and  the  aroma  of  their  smoke  flittered  out 
into  the  garden.  "You're  a  clever  young  man,  Julio. 
Once  I  was  like  you,  ambitious,  full  of  hope  and  de- 
sire." 

"And  now,  seiior?" 

"I  have  only  desire  left — I  have  too  much  to  be  am- 
bitious and  no  hopes  for  my  future." 

"Surely,  sefior,  your  success,  this  very  home  of  yours, 
and  your  young  wife?" 

"Chiquita  ?" 

"Yes,  I   should  think " 

"Wise  men,  Julio,  don't  think  at  all  about  other 
men's  wives." 

Again  a  long  pause  ensued,  during  which  Sefior 
Valenzo  sipped  his  wine  slowly  and  with  evident  en- 
joyment. At  length  he  spoke.  "Take  my  advice,"  he 
murmured  softly,  "and  never  have  anything  to  do  with 
a  woman  who  belongs  to  some  man." 

He  thrust  his  fat  wrist  out  from  the  shadows.  "See 
that  ?  I  got  it  winning  Chiquita.  It  was  well  worth 
it,  though,  well  worth  it.  Don't  misunderstand  me — 
she  was  free,  quite  free,  and  I  wooed  her  for  seven 
long  months  in  the  proper  long  way.  I  sang  under  the 
window — imagine  it,  Julio,  can  you?  I  sang.  I  wrote 
her  letters — ah,  ever  so  many  dear  foolish  letters — I 
passed  her  roses  through  the  lattice.  I  made  a  com- 
plete and  absolute  fool  out  of  myself  the  way  we  do 
down  here — for  my  Chiquita." 

He  waited  until  a  night  bird  had  thrilled  its  last  per- 
fect notes,  then  continued.  "Some  Americano,  he  came 
down  here  and  tried  to  run  off  with  her.  Terribly  vul- 
gar, bad  taste,  lack  of  sentiment,  eh,  Julio?" 

"Very."     The  voice  was  thick,  slightly  hoarse. 

"He  didn't  get  far,  for  that  day  Chiquita  became  my 
bride.  Think  of  how  he  must  have  raged,  that  Ameri- 
cano— eh?"  The  chuckle  deep  and  throaty  that  came 
with  the  question  died  almost  instantly.  "It's  worried 
me  just  a  little  bit — ever  since — where  he  went.  But 
then  the  Americanos  are  cold-blooded." 

"You  mean  he  might  have  committed  suicide?" 

"Possibly." 

"Would  you  have  cared?" 

"I  care  ?  Have  I  not  waited — waited — waited  ? 
Have  I  not  dreamed  of  meeting  him  some  day?  What 
good  is  all  this  money?  This  power  that  is  mine? 
Her  body  belongs  to  me,  but  her  heart,  her  love,  her 
soul,  it  has  a  higher  price  than  gold — it  is  laid  upon 
an  altar  which  I  shall  never  be  able  to  reach  or  touch. 
Dios !  she  is  beautiful — that  long,  slender  neck  curving 
like  a  tired  lily  into  the  gleaming  masses  of  her  hair. 
Lips  like  languorous  rose  petals- — and  eyes  like  lus- 
trous black  pearls.  Sometimes  afire  with  daring,  and 
then  so  deep,  so  limpid,  so  soft  with  the  tragedies  of 
ages  beneath  her  long  lashes — but  I  forget — you  came 
on  business." 

A  slight  rustle  of  the  leaves,  only  the  stirring  of  the 
gentle  night  wind  and  the  sefior  resumed  his  broken 
thread,  forgetful  of  all  else  save  the  desire  to  speak  on. 
"She  is  my  one  passion — my  one  mad  craze,  my  life, 
Julio.  She  is  breath  of  all  that  is — yet  I  hope  that 
Americano  comes  some  day." 

"Butiwhy  ?" 

"Because" — and  his  face  was  horrible  in  its  intense 
loathing — "because  she  is  mine  !  Forever  !  I  would 
let  them  meet  if  he  came.  Let  them  dream  dreams  of 
escape — let  the  roses  of  love  and  imagination  have  their 
sweet  'way — and  then — then " 

"And  then,  sefior." 

"It  would  be  best  for  that  Americano  to  never  think 
of  that  other  man's  wife." 

"But  if — if — they  should — if  he — if  they  got  away?" 

"Never.  Julio — never.  What  man  wants  a  woman 
whose  heart  is  cold,  whose  blood  will  never  leap  nor 
pulse  to  his?" 

"Good  God!     You  mean ?" 

The  sefior  smiled  a  little  wearily,  as  though  tired  of 
the  discussion,  and  relit  his  cigar  slowly.  "Have  a 
drink  and  forget — what  a  strong  breeze  has  sprung  up." 

Again  the  long  leaves  on  the  bush  whose  branches 
caressed  the  tall  post  by  their  side  rustled,  throwing 
black  patterns  of  weird  shape  along  its  smooth  sur- 
face. 

"It  is  late,  sefior.". 


"Come — come — do  not  leave  so  soon — taclavia  cs 
temprano." 

"I  have  an  engagement " 

"So?"  He  leaned  back  in  his  rocker,  evading  the 
shaft  of  moonlight  which  pierced  the  shadows. 

"But  I  forget,  my  young  friend — you  came  on  busi- 
ness.    You  have  not  yet  got  my  answer." 

"I  was  waiting." 

"That  sounds  almost  Spanish — much  is  gained  by  it. 
Yes  ?" 

"About  the  counsel,  sefior  ?" 

"Ah — tell  him  I  shall  consider  his  offer — it  is  very 
kind  of  the  Americanos  to  give  me  that  option.  You 
have  been  in  the  government  how  long?" 

"Five  years." 

"And  you  leave  here  tonight?" 

"Yes." 

"Five  years  ago  I  was  married  to  my  little  Chiquita 
— have  you  ever  heard  her  sing?"  he  questioned  sud- 
denly. 

"No,  sefior." 

"Such  a  voice — like  the  trembling  notes  of  the  rarest 
bird,  chanting  its  love-song  to  its  mate.  It  carries 
such  marvelous  sweetness,  such  powerful  depth  of  feel- 
ing. It  drives  me  mad  to  hear  her  in  the  garden, 
listening,  learning,  she  says,  from  the  tiny-throated 
songsters  the  true  art  as  she  claims  it  to  be  of  singing 
and — then  she  raises  her  head  and  puts  them  all  to 
shame." 

"It  must  be  exquisite." 

"It  is — but  I  am  keeping  you  from  your  engagement 
— some  pretty  little  sefiorita — eh — Julio?" 

"No." 

They  both  rose.  He  slowly  and  ponderously.  "Chi- 
quita, Chiquita " 

Almost  instantly  a  voice  clear,  vibrant-soft,  rose  from 
the  flowers.     "Yes — Banzano?" 

"Come  here,  little  one — our  friend  Julio  is  just  about 
to — to  leave,  and  wishes  to  say  good-night." 

They  both  stepped  back  as  she  reached  the  low  steps. 
A  slender  figure  clad  in  some  texture  of  fine,  filmy 
material  which  seemed  to  breathe  and  scintillate  about 
her  glorious  young  body  as  she  moved.  Her  eyes  as 
she  lifted  them  to  Julio's  were  dark  pools  of  dangerous 
fire,  terrifyingly,  beautifully  brilliant,  and  her  lips,  even 
in  the  dim  light,  showed  scarlet  as  a  wound. 

"Ea  pues,  adios,"  she  breathed,  and  as  their  fingers 
met  and  touched  her  lashes  drooped  and  her  whole 
figure  trembled  beneath  his  touch. 

Banzano  stood  quietly  by,  gazing  at  the  mottled 
moon.  "I  was  telling  him,  Chiquita,"  he  purred  gently, 
"of  our  romance.  The  Americano  who  nearly  stole  my 
little  love.  I  showed  him  the  wound — Chiquita — but, 
Dios !  he  carries  one  also.  At  the  nape  of  his  neck. 
Do  you  remember?" 

"Yes,  Banzano — it  was  horrible,  please " 

"Did  you  never  think,  Chiquita,  where  he  might  be?" 

"No — Banzano — no." 

"True,  why  should  you?  But  we  are  detaining  our 
friend.  He  has  an  engagement  with  a  very  pretty 
sefiorita,  he  said,  Chiquita.  We  must  not  keep  him — 
eh?"  And  still  he  kept  his  eyes  upon  the  moon  in  its 
pallid  course. 

"Buenos  noches,  Julio ." 

"Buenos  noches,  Sefiora  Valenzo.  Buenos  noches, 
sefior." 

He  had  gained  the  lowest  step,  still  gazing  directly 
into  the  woman's  eyes,  while  she  swayed  forward  just 
a  trifle  so  that  her  scarf  touched  his  cheek  and  sent  the 
red  blood  leaping  like  fire  to  his  temples.  Stealthily 
the  sefior  advanced  upon  the  straw  mats. 

"You  will  pardon,  but  a  huge  centipede  is  on  your 
collar."  With  an  agile  movement  he  slipped  his  hand 
down  the  soft  shirt  and  so  for  one  second  only  his 
fingers  caressed  a  long  scar  at  the  nape  of  the  other's 
neck. 

Both  men  straightened  and  gazed  into  .each  other's 
eyes. 

"Centipedes  are  dangerous,  Julio." 

"Thank  you,  sefior." 

"Ea  pues,  adios."  It  was  the  woman's  voice,  soft, 
broken,  pitiful,  sweet  as  a  wounded  bird's. 

"Buenos  noches,  Chiquita." 

And  as  his  broad  figure  turned  the  last  angle  in  the 
narrow  path  Sefior  Valenzo  laughed  softly. 

George  S.  Rolanbs. 

San  Francisco,  September,  1912. 


Professors  in  the  universities  throughout  South 
America  are  often  men  who  practice  their  professions 
at  the  same  time  as  they  teach.  Lawyers,  doctors,  en- 
gineers, architects,  newspaper  men,  publishers,  and 
editors  make  up  the  faculty  (says  Dr.  Edgar  E.  Bran- 
don, who  has  just  returned  to  Washington  after  a  year 
spent  in  the  study  of  educational  institutions  in  South 
America).  These  men  teach  probably  only  three  or 
four  hours  a  week,  but  they  come  right  in  from  the 
actual  practice  of  their  profession  to  do  this.  They 
are  all  men  of  considerable  learning  and  high  reputa- 
tions in  their  communities.  The  best  physicians,  the 
best  lawyers,  and  even  the  high  state  officials  all  will- 
ingly accept  professorships  in  any  of  the  colleges.  This 
lends  a  certain  dignity  to  the  institutions  which  is  some- 
times lacking  in  the  United  States  in  spite  of  our  better 
leaching  methods.  These  men,  of  course,  can  not  make 
.1  living  from  teaching  alone,  but  they  combine  their 
own  profession  with  teaching  in  order  to  supplement 
their  income.  In  proportion  to  the  time  given  to  teach- 
ing, professors  are  better  paid  in  Latin  America  than 
in  this  country. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Knight-Errant. 

Whether  the  effort  to  make  money  is  a 
necessary  part  of  good  citizenship  is  a  de- 
batable point,  although  one  that  is  not  often 
debated.  The  young  millionaire  who  enjoys 
life  in  a  sort  of  effortless  content  is  usually 
described  as  a  parasite  and  a  social  nuisance, 
but  as  soon  as  he  strives  to  add  to  an  already 
superfluous  wealth  he  becomes  a  pillar  of  the 
commercial   state. 

This  seems  to  be  partly  the  idea  of  Mr. 
Wason 's  latest  novel.  Phil  Lytton  has  no  de- 
sire to  work,  to  "take  an  active  share  in  the 
great  struggles  of  life,"  to  be  "a  man  among 
men."  or  to  do  any  of  the  other  things  that 
Edith  Hampton,  his  fiancee,  is  so  anxious  to 
see  him  do.  Why  should  he?  Our  sympa- 
thies are  with  the  man. 

But  the  lady  prevails,  as  the  lady  usually 
does.  So  Phil  collects  his  wealth  and  plunges 
into  various  kinds  of  business  of  which  he 
knows  nothing,  and  with  the  inevitable  re- 
sults. With  ruin  staring  him  in  the  face  he 
packs  his  valise  and  goes  west  and  then  his 
knight  errantry  begins.  Wandering  from 
place  to  place,  he  reaches  San  Francisco, 
where  he  makes  beds  at  a  cheap  lodging- 
house,  gambles  a  little,  starves  a  good  deal, 
and  learns  much.  Then  he  meets  Miriam, 
who  knew  him  in  the  old  days  but  whom  he 
does  not  recognize.  Miriam  engages  him 
as  a  guide,  falls  in  love  with  him,  asks  him  to 
marry  her,  or  at  least  to  live  with  her  for  a 
month  on  trial,  and  is  refused,  as  Phil  is  still 
vaguely  faithful  to  Edith.  So  Phil  resumes 
his  tramp  life,  and  after  eating  a  due  allow- 
ance of  husks  he  meets  Edith  accidentally, 
finds  that  his  apparently  hopeless  investments 
have  been  veritable  go'd  mines,  and  so  he 
achieves  the  apparent  purpose  of  his  life  and 
is  ever  so  much  richer  than  he  was  before. 
At  last  Phil  has  become  a  good  citizen,  and, 
incidentally,  a  great  deal  of  a  man.  We  may 
wish  that  the  author  had  contented  himself 
with  the  creation  of  a  man  instead  of  a 
wealthy  man,  but  doubtless  that  was  a  con- 
cession to  the  spirit  of  the  day.  Certainly 
the  contrast  between  the  indolent  young  mil- 
lionaire of  the  opening  chapters  and  the  re- 
sourceful and  travel-stained  tramp  of  the 
closing  ones  is  gratifying  and  the  transition 
period  is  described  skillfully  and  well.  Mr. 
Wason  had  an  ethical  purpose  in  his  novel 
and  he  leaves  us  with  a  sense  of  its  accom- 
plishment. 

The     Knight-Errant.      By     Robert     Alexander 
Wason.      Boston:    Small,    Maynard   &  Co.;    $1.25. 


Applied  Socialism. 

It  is  almost  amusing  to  note  the  readiness 
with  which  the  champion  of  socialism  will 
sketch  the  conditions  of  the  forthcoming  so- 
cialist state.  For  example,  Mr.  Spargo  in  his 
latest  work  tells  us  precisely  what  a  socialist 
regime  will  do,  whether  it  will  confiscate  pri- 
vate property,  what  it  will  do  with  the  family, 
how  it  will  regulate  marriage,  and  the  en- 
couragement that  it  will  give  to  genius.  In- 
deed Mr.  Spargo  talks  very  much  like  the  ar- 
chitect of  a  house  who  has  the  plans  in  front 
of  him.  We  may  almost  suppose  that  he  re- 
gards himself  as  the  architect  of  a  new  social 
system,  but  with  a  forgetfulness  of  the  fact 
that  he  is  dealing  not  with  bricks  and  mortar 
that  can  be  "put"  and  that  will  "stay  put," 
but  with  the  human  passions,  greeds,  and  ig- 
norances whose  direction  no  man  can  foresee 
after  they  have  once  been  unleashed  and  set 
in  motion. 

It  is  this  effort  to  calculate  the  incalculable, 
to  predict  the  unpredictable  that  mars  so 
many  socialist  utterances.  Neither  Mr. 
Spargo  nor  any  one  else  can  say  what  effect 
socialism  would  have  upon  marriage  or  upon 
genius,  since  n»  one  can  foresee  what  the  hu- 
man mind  will  do  under  new  conditions.  .  And 
it  is  human  minds  rather  than  economics  with 
which  all  such  questions  are  concerned.  For 
example,  none  of  the  early  champions  of 
labor-unionism  could  foresee  the  awful  bar- 
barities of  which  it  wou'd  be  guilty  under  the 
stimulus  of  opportunity  simply  because  they 
regarded  it  as  a  matter  of  economics  and  not 
of  greeds  and  passions.  If  we  could  believe 
thai  Mr.  Spargo  would  actually  be  the  archi- 
tect of  a  socialist  slate  we  might  view  the 
event  with  some  equanimity.  But  he  would 
not  be  the  architect  He  would  be  tossed 
asidi  bj  extremism  just  as  Danton  was  tossed 
aside  by  the  "great  democratic  movement" 
which  he  had  exultingly  helped  to  create  in 
ignorance  of  what  a  mob  would  do  in  the 
name  of  liberty.  Therefore  we  read  Mr. 
Spargo's  book  with  delight,  but  remain  "of 
the   same  opinion   still." 

Applied  Socialism.  By  John  Spargo.  New 
York:  B.  W.  Hucbsch;  $1.50  net. 


The  White  Waterfall. 

There    is    always    an    audience    for    a    good 

story  of  adventure  and  this  one  is  among  the 

List.      Jack    Verslun,  on   the  beach   at  Levuka, 

offi  red   a  job  as   mate  on   the    Waif,  bound 

for  the  Isle  of  Tears  in  the  Polynesia  Group 

with   a   science  expedition   under  the  direction 

of     Professor     Eierndon     of     San     Francisco. 

Verslun    finds    that    things    arc    by    no    means 

right    on    the    I'  oif.     The   professor   has   his 

.    o   beautiful     laughters  on   board,   while   his 

companion,  known  as  Mr.  Leith,  is  evidently 

ruf    ii   after   the   pattern    of  John 

"Tr  «sure    Island."'      On    arrival    at 

tiur  Verslun  manages  to  join  the 


scientific  exploring  party,  and  he  soon  finds 
that  Leith  is  in  a  conspiracy  with  a  band  of 
ferocious  natives  to  rob  the  unsuspecting  pro- 
fessor and  to  abduct  his  daughters.  Of  course 
the  scheme  is  eventually  frustrated  by  Verslun 
and  his  devoted  companion,  Holman,  but  not 
until  the  party  has  pased  through  a  series  of 
marvelous  adventures  with  enough  hard  fight- 
ing and  bloodshed  to  satisfy  the  most  exact- 
ing. In  his  preface  the  author  suggests  that 
his  sketch  of  native  customs  is  not  wholly 
imaginary,  that  the  devil  dances,  so  graphic- 
ally described,  may  actually  be  witnessed,  and 
that  even  the  terrors  of  the  Vermilion  Pit 
were  not  created  out  of  thin  air,  but  were 
used  by  the  savages  to  test  the  manhood  of 
their  youths.  The  story  is  a  capital  one  in 
every  way,  good  alike  in  conception  and  exe- 
cution. 

The  White  Waterfall.  .  By  James  Francis 
Dwver.  New  York :  Doubleday,  Page  &  Co. ; 
$1.20. 

The  Guarded  Mounts. 

Mr.  John  Oxenham  has  added  another  story 
of  action  to  his  already  considerable  list.  In 
this  instance  he  alternates  his  scene  between 
France  and  England,  while  his  time  is  the 
period  of  the  French  Revolution  when  refu- 
gees were  pouring  into  England  to  escape  the 
vengeance  of  their  countrymen.  Among  these 
refugees  is  the  Marquis  St.  Aubin  d'Aubigne 
and  his  beautiful  daughter,  who  embark  in  a 
frail  boat  from  Mont  St.  Michel  in  Brittany 
and  after  a  hazardous  voyage  make  a  landing 
at  St.  Michael's  Mount  in  England.  Hence 
the  "Guarded  Mounts"  that  face  each  other 
across  the  English  Channel. 

The  plot  of  the  story  is  concerned  with  the 
efforts  of  the  marquis  to  overthrow  the  revo- 
lutionary government  in  France,  efforts  that 
are  ably  seconded  by  two  Englishmen  who 
are  less  enamored  of  monarchy  in  France  than 
of  the  bright  eyes  of  Mile.  St.  Aubin.  There 
are  expeditions  across  the  channel,  plots  and 
counterplots,  a  good  deal  of  violence  that  can 
hardly  be  dignified  by  the  name  of  fighting, 
and  if  we  have  to  regret  the  political  failure 
of  the  gallant  marquis — and  the  exigencies  of 
history  leave  us  no  alternative — we  can  at 
least  rejoice  that  the  sun  eventually  shines 
for  mademoiselle  and  that  for  all  we  know  to 
the   contrary  she   lived   happily   forever   after. 

Queen  of  the  Guarded  Mounts.  By  John 
Oxenham.  New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $1.25 
net. 


The  Baroness  von  Hedemann. 

If  the  Baroness  von  Hedemann  is  justified 
in  relating  her  personal  experiences  with 
Prince  Hohenlohe  there  is  no  reason  why  all 
similarly  misguided  and  passionate  women 
should  not  take  the  world  and"  his  wife  into 
their  confidence  or  why  there  should  be  any 
veil  whatsoever  over  sexual  aberrations.  That 
this  particular  story  is  of  a  prince  and  a  bar- 
oness seems  hardly  to  justify  a  revelation  of 
affairs  that   lesser  people  usually  try  to   hide. 

The  author  tells  us  that  her  mother  became 
insane  and  that  she  herself  "was  born  in  a 
madhouse,  which  may  explain  a  good  deal. 
After  she  had  been  married  for  some  years 
and  had  three  children  an  early  lover  made 
a  reappearance  and  "people  soon  began  to 
whisper  about  our  relation  to  one  another." 
Divorce  and  disgrace  followed.  The  author 
went  to  Munich,  which  was  the  home  of  the 
lover,  and  there  she  made  the  acquaintance 
of  Prince  Cchlodwig  zu  Hohenlohe-Schillings- 
furst,  "with  whom  I  henceforth  came  into  in- 
timate relation."  The  world,  she  explains, 
has  till  now  known  nothing  of  their  friend- 
ship, and  we  can  hardly  avoid  the  belief  that 
this  is  one  of  those  cases  where  ignorance  is 
bliss.  And  why  should  the  world  ever  know, 
seeing  that  it  has  so  many  similar  follies  of  its 
own?  Nevertheless  we  have  several  chapters 
devoted  to  such  topics  as  "Love,"  "Confi- 
dence," "Poetry,"  and  "Mother-Love,"  to- 
gether with  correspondence,  portraits,  and  il- 
lustrations. 

My  Friendship  with  Prince  Hohenlohe.  By 
Baroness  von  Hedemann.  New  York:  G.  P.  Put- 
nam's Sons;   $2. 

The  Tomboy. 

Mr.  H.  B.  Marriott  Watson  shows  a  pleas- 
ant ease  in  selecting  trifles  light  as  air  by 
way  of  incident  and  presenting  them  with  a 
wealth  of  humorous  dialogue  and  repartee 
that  remind  us  somewhat  of  the  "Dolly  Dia- 
logues" of  Anthony  Hope.  He  gives  us  thirty 
sketches  in  a  volume  of  283  pages,  and  not  an 
ungraceful    nor   a   pointless    one    among   them. 

The  Tomboy  and  Others.  By  H.  B.  Marriott 
Watson.     New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $1  net. 


must  the  work  as  a  whole  be  considered  as  a 
defense  of  socialism.  Some  of  its  contribu- 
tors are  by  no  means  socialist,  but  all  alike 
recognize  the  working  of  some  great  con- 
structive idea  in  the  human  mind  which  must 
presently  take  form  as  a  new  social  system. 

Socialism    and    the    Great    State.      By   various 
writers.     New  York:  Harper  &  Brothers;  $2  net. 


Money. 
Professor  Irving  Fisher  explains  that  his 
substantial  volume  on  "The  Purchasing 
Power  of  Money"  is  intended  to  set  forth  the 
main  principles  of  his  subject  and  to  apply 
those  principles  to  the  study  of  historical 
changes  in  purchasing  power  and  especially  to 
"the  cost  of  living,"  now  under  such  animated 
debate.  His  main  contention  is  simply  a  re- 
statement and  amplification  of  the  old  "quan- 
tity theory"  of  money  which  still  holds  the 
field  and  may  be  considered  as  fundamentally 
sound,  although  it  has  been  temporarily  re- 
pudiated as  a  result  of  the  attempt  to  base 
unsound  theories  upon  it.  We  have  therefore 
a  reconstruction  of  the  theory,  its  statistical 
verification,  a  statistical  evaluation  of  the  vol- 
ume of  trade,  together  with  a  consideration  of 
some  mechanical  methods  of  representing  vis- 
ually the  determination  of  the  level  of  prices 
and  of  estimating  the  velocity  of  money  circu- 
lation. 

The  Purchasing  Power  of  Money:  Its  Deter- 
mination and  Relation  to  Credit,  Interest,  and 
Crises.  By  Irving  Fisher.  New  York:  The  Mac- 
millan    Company;    $3. 


Socialism  and  the  Great  State. 
This  work  was  the  outcome  of  a  conversa- 
tional suggestion  that  the  time  was  ripe  for  a 
fresh  review  of  ideas  on  constructive  social 
organization.  Mr.  H.  G.  Wells  was  asked  to 
define  the  scope  of  the  inquiry  in  an  intro- 
ductory chapter  and  the  other  writers  then 
contributed  their  views  on  what  may  be  called 
the  departments  of  the  coming  Great  State. 
Thus  the  Countess  of  Warwick  writes  on  "The 
Great  State  and  the  Country  Side,"  Sir  Ray 
Lankester  on  "The  Making  of  New  Knowl- 
edge," Cicely  Hamilton  on  "Women  in  the 
Great  State,"  and  the  Rev.  Conrad  Noel  on 
"A  Picture  of  the  Church  in  the  Great 
State."  In  all  there  are  thirteen  chapters, 
forming  collectively  a  symposium  of  predic- 
tions that  may  be  falsified  by  events,  but  that 
is   at   least   interesting   and   suggestive.      Nor 


Briefer  Reviews. 

A.  G.  Randall  is  the  author  of  a  little  vol- 
ume entitled  "Primer  for  Voters"  (Blair-Mur- 
dock  Company;  25  cents).  It  appears  to  con- 
tain all  the  information  needed  by  the  voter 
in  state  and  national  elections  and  presented 
in  such  a  way  as  to  be  easily  understood  and 
remembered. 

Among  recent  additions  to  the  Home  Uni- 
versity Library  is  "The  English  Language," 
by  Logan  Pearsall  Smith,  M.  A.  (Henry  Holt 
&  Co.;  50  cents  net).  The  concluding  part 
of  the  work  is  devoted  to  some  suggestive 
chapters  on  Language  and  History  and  Lan- 
guage  and   Thought. 

G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons  have  published  "Re- 
ligion and  Life,"  the  substance  of  a  lecture 
delivered  in  London  by  Professor  Rudolf 
Eucken,  whose  philosophy  has  already  made 
so  deep  an  impression  on  modern  thought. 
In  the  course  of  his  lecture  the  professor 
asks  the  following  questions  and  he  answers 
them  in  the  affirmative:  Whether  in  this  life 
it  is  possible  to  rise  above  merely  human 
existence,  and  whether  we  can  discern  in  it 
the  activity  of  a  power  at  once  encompassing 
and  transcending  the  world. 

Under  the  title  of  "Current  Educational 
Activities:  A  Report  upon  Education  Through- 
out the  World,"  Dr.  John  Palmer  Garber,  Ph. 
D.,  has  issued  the  1911  volume  of  "The  Annals 
of  Educational  Progress."  The  volume  ap- 
pears in  Lippincott's  Educational  series  and 
leaves  nothing  to  be  desired  in  the  breadth  and 
comprehensiveness  of  its  survey.  There  is  no- 
where a  movement  in  the  scholastic  field  that 
the  author  leaves  unnoted  or  unexplained.  It 
would  be  hard  to  imagine  a  better  history  of 
modern  education  than  can  be  found  in  this 
series   of  competent  volumes. 

Mr.  William  Bayard  Hale  has  written  an 
attractive  volume  on  "Woodrow  Wilson :  The 
j  Story  of  His  Life"  (Doubleday,  Page  &  Co.). 
Some  230  pages  of  large  type  carry  us  from 
"Background  and  Boyhood"  to  "The  Presi- 
dency Looms  Up,"  all  of  it  written  gracefully, 
exuberantly,  and  from  the  frank  standpoint  of 
appreciation.  Incidentally  we  are  told  that 
Woodrow  Wilson's  laugh  hangs  on  a  hair- 
trigger  and  that  "he  resents  the  suggestion 
that  his  profile  is  remarkably  like  that  of 
Joseph  Chamberlain  as  that  British  states- 
man (whom  he  despises)  was  in  after  days, 
but  it  is." 

There  should  be  a  warm  educational  wel- 
come for  the  latest  work  of  Percival  Chubb 
and  his  associates  on  "Festivals  and  Plays  in 
Schools  and  Elsewhere"  (Harper  &  Brothers; 
$2  net).  It  is  in  the  first  instance  a  descrip- 
tive and  explanatory  record  of  the  festivals 
given  and  the  experiments  made  at  the 
Ethical  Culture  School,  and,  secondly,  it  is 
described  as  "an  essay  in  cooperative  peda- 
gogy." These  varied  forms  of  festival  involve 
all  the  festal  arts  of  drama  and  pageantry, 
song  and  dance,  rite  and  ceremony,  and  these 
call  for  the  cooperation  of  the  minor  arts  and 
crafts,  the  history,  the  folk-lore,  and  the 
legend  which  are  practiced  or  studied  in  the 
school. 

In  her  preface  to  "Poems  by  William 
Sharp,"  just  published  by  Duffield  &  Co.,  Mrs. 
Sharp  explains  that  the  more  imaginative 
phase  of  her  husband's  writings  put  forward 
under  the  pseudonym  of  "Fiona  Macleod" 
having  already  been  published,  it  seems  fitting 
that  a  companion  series  of  writings  of  Wil- 
liam Sharp,  signed  with  his  own  name, 
should  follow,  so  that  the  two  phases  of  his 
work  may  be  compared  conveniently.  The 
latter  extend  over  a  period  of  thirty  years, 
while  the  "Fiona  Macleod"  period  coincided 
with  the  last  twelve  years  of  the  author's 
life.  The  present  volume  therefore  contains 
a  selection  of  the  William  Sharp  writings, 
preference  being  given  to  the  shorter  poems, 
essays,  and  tales,  to  the  exclusion  of  the 
longer  novel  and  biography. 


THE    RIDING    CAMEL. 


I   was  Junda's  riding  camel.      I   went   in   front   of 

the  train. 
I  was  hung  with  shells  of  the  Orient,  from  saddle 

and  cinch    and    rein. 
I   was  sour  as  a  snake  to  handle,   and  rough  as  a 

rock  to  ride, 
But  I  could  keep  up  with  the  west  wind,   and  my 

pace  was  Junda's  pride. 

I    was   Junda's    riding  camel.      When    first   we  left 

our  land 
Camels    were    rare    on    the    Queensland    tracks    as 

ropes  made  out  of  the  sand; 
But    slowly    we    conquered    a    kingdom    till    down 

through  the  dust  and  heat 
Not    a    road    from    the    Gulf    to    the    Border    but 

carried  the  print  of  our  feet. 

And    I    was    the    riding    camel.      I    carried    him — 

Junda   Khan — 
The  dark-skinned  Afghan  devil  made  in  the  mould 

of  a  man! 
I  gave   no    service   to   others,    yellow,   or    white,   or 

brown, 
But  Junda  Khan  was  my  master;  I  knelt  when  he 

"Hoshed !"    me   down. 

When   the  gloom  on    his   forehead    gathered,    when 

he  fingered  the  blade  at  his  belt, 
The    men    who    handled    the    nose-strings    knelt    as 

low  as  the  camels  knelt; 
For    each    of   them — beast   and    driver — from    Koot 

to   the   camel-foal, 
Knew    that    the    man    who    led    them    owned    them 

body  and  soul. 

Northward    I    carried    my    master.      The    creek    by 

the  road  was  dry; 
The  sun   like   a   burning  wagon-wheel    rolled   down 

in   the  western   sky; 
The    dust    was    white    on    the    saltbush,     the    ruts 

were   deep    in    the   road, 
And  the   camel  behind  mc  grunted  at  every  lurch 

of  his  load. 

A   dust-whirl    rose    in    the    bushes  and    circled    into 

the  sky, 
The    shells    on   my    harness    rattled    as    its   burning 

breath   went  by. 
And   out   of   the   endless   distance   clear-cut   on   the 

world's  edge  lone 
Like    a    silver    sail    on    the    ocean    the    roof    of    a 

homestead    shone. 

The  white  man  stood  at  my  shoulder,  sunburnt,  lis- 
some and   straight, 

In  the  deep  of  his  eyes  was  anger  to  match  with 
the  Afghan's  hate. 

I  know  no  word  of  the  quarrel.  The  "Hosb-ta!" 
came  and  I  knelt; 

And  Junda  sprang  from  my  saddle,  and  the  knife 
leapt  out  of  his  belt.' 

There  was  a  cry  in  the  sunset,   an  echo  that  rang 

at  the  ford; 
Then    silence    fell    on    the    roadway    till    a    scared 

bull-camel    roared. 
My   master  turned    and   mounted;    I    felt  the   sting 

of   his   goad, 
And    we    swept    away    through    the    saltbush;    and 

the   rest  stood   still  on  the   road. 

The  night  came  up  from  the  river,   darksome  and 

deep  and  drear. 
Swift    were   my    feet   on    the   sandhill,    but    swifter 

followed    his    fear. 
When  the  stars  were  dim  in  the  daylight  and  the 

moon  on  the  mulga  low 
A  hundred   miles  of  desert  lay   between  the   blade 

and   the  blow. 

We   were   far    from    the    fetter   of    fences    and    far 

from  the  dwellings  of  men, 
Yet  for  less  than  an  hour  he  rested,  then  mounted 

and   rode  again. 
I  was  sore  and  weary  and  thirsty  when  out  of  the 

blaze  of  noon 
We    camped    in    the    shade    of    a    wilga    clump    and 

drank  at  a  long  lagoon. 

Ah!      Never    was    life-blood    taken    of    white,     or 

yellow,   or  brown 
But  the  keen-eyed  men  in  the  helmets  have  ridden 

the  taker  down! 
Never  a  trail  on   the  sandhill  of  camel,   or  horse, 

or  shoe 
Crossed  by  a  hundred  others  but  the  trackers  have 

tracked  it  through! 

Sore  of  the    saddle   and   weary,   Junda,    the   killer, 

slept; 
But  I,  I  watched  from  the  bushes  while  the  armed 

avenger  crept. 
Sharp    came   the    call    in    the    English    tongue,    and 

my   master   sprang  from  sleep. 
Hand    to    the   hilt   of    his    Khyber    knife,    crouched 

for^his  one  last  leap. 

Brave    are    these    outpost    English,    but    simple    as 

children  be; 
The   pistol-barrel    that   held   his   life    hung  loose   at 

the    trooper's   knee. 
There  was  a  flash  in  the  sunlight,  the  gleam  of  a 

long  blue  blade, 
A   cry    in   the    noontide    stillness,    a    corpse   on    the 

sandhill  laid. 

I    was    his    riding    camel;    but    deep    in    my    heart 

there   stirred 
Something  of  lust  and  anger  I  could  not  name  in 

a   word. 
When     he    came    to     me    swift    and    sudden,    the 

blood-red   knife   in    his  belt, 
I  could  not  kneel  at  his  bidding  as  I  and  my  sires 

had  knelt. 

Wrath  at  his  long-time  goading,  fear  of  his  cruel 
hand, 

Made  me  a  raging  devil  that  heard  no  man's  com- 
mand. 

And  when  he  struck  at  my  nostrils,  mad  with 
his   human    fear, 

I  clenched  my  teeth  in  his  shoulder,  and  clung 
till  the  blood  ran  clear. 

I    knelt    with    my    weight    and    crushed    him.      He 

died,  and  at  Allah's  Gate 
The  soul  of  him  sobs  and  trembles  where  the  grim 

Black   Camels   wait. 
Could   I   du  else,   my  brothers,    I   who   remembered 

then 
The  moan  of  the  laden  jack-beasts  and  the  mutter 

of  Junda's  men? 

—  Witt  H.   Ogihic,   in  London  Spectator, 


September  7,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


153 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Citadel. 
It  is  very  certain  that  Mr.  Merwin's  new 
novel  will  be  read  with  passionate  enthusiasm 
by  thousands  of  people  who  will  accept  it 
without  question  as  a  photograph  of  the  polit- 
ical life  of  today.  There  have  been  many 
other  novels  intended  to  portray  the  struggle 
between  the  new  and  the  old  ideas,  but  none 
so  skillful  or  so  persuasive  as  this  one,  none 
upon  so  broad  a  canvas,  or  with  quite  such 
an  intensity  of  feeling  or  rotundity  of  vision. 
The  accuracy  of  the  picture  is  quite  another 
matter,  but  its  accuracy  will  be  assumed  by 
countless  readers  who  allow  themselves  to 
be  governed  by  heart  rather  than  by  head  and 
who  will  believe  almost  anything  set  before 
them  with  the  graceful  force  displayed  by 
Mr.  Merwin. 

John  Garwood,  a  "progressive"  congress- 
man, is  made  famous  by  a  single  unpremedi- 
tated speech  in  which  he  attacks  the  Consti- 
tution as  the  cause  of  America's  arrested  de- 
velopment, as  the  perpetual  barrier  against 
all  the  reforms  so  freely  adopted  elsewhere 
throughout  civilization.  Naturally  his  speech 
makes  a  sensation.  Garwood  is  disavowed  by 
his  own  party  and  he  foresees  the  end  of  his 
political  career  and  the  ruin  of  his  ambi- 
tions. Then  Margaret  Lansing,  a  Washington 
employee,  appears  on  the  scene,  applauds  the 
speech,  inspires  Garwood  with  fighting  energy, 
and  sends  him  back  to  his  Illinois  constituency 
to  mend  his  fences  and  to  begin  a  struggle 
that  may  be  hopeless,  but  that  is  none  the 
less  magnificent.  From  that  moment  Garwood 
becomes  a  national  leader  and  we  have  the 
usual  panorama  of  corrupt  forces,  boss  rule, 
and  a  colossal  social  organization  engaged  in 
the  effort  to  bludgeon  a  new  idea  to  its  death. 
It  may  be  said  without  hesitation  that  as  a 
romance  "The  Citadel"  is  nearly  faultless,  but 
it  owes  its  strength  to  Margaret  Lansing,  and 
not  to  its  political  plea.  The  suffrage  is  of 
course  one  of  the  planks  in  Garwood's  plat- 
form, but  apparently  it  does  not  occur  to  him 
that  Margaret  with  her  powers  of  inspiration, 
of  persuasion  and  suggestion,  is  an  infinitely 
greater  force  without  a  vote  than  she  could 
ever  be  with  one.  Margaret  is  purely  femi- 
nine, and  the  author  is  clever  enough  to  keep 
her  so.  Margaret  as  a  speaker  or  a  voter 
would  leave  us  unresponsive. 

That  the  author  exaggerates  whatever  he 
touches  is  a  part  of  his  prerogative  as  an 
artist,  but  it  is  a  dangerous  prerogative  when 
applied  to  the  material  facts  of  life.  Its  gen- 
eral effect  is  to  persuade  the  unreflecting  and 
the  uninformed  of  the  things  that  are  not  so, 
and  to  present  a  picture  of  a  political  im- 
potence that  does  not  exist.  The  reader  is 
persuaded  that  a  state  of  political  paralysis 
can  exist  in  a  nation  wherein  every  man  has 
a  vote,  wherein  the  official  life  is  an  elective 
one,  and  wherein  the  whole  machinery  of 
politics  rests  upon  the  ballot-box  and  upon  ab- 
solutely nothing  else.  He  is  asked  to  believe 
that  such  a  state  can  suffer  from  evils  other 
than  those  of  public  apathy  and  public  ig- 
norance, that  the  public  is,  in  fact,  the  victim 
of  despotic  forces  that  are  beyond  the  reach 
of  normal  means  and  that  can  be  overthrown 
only  by  revolutionary  innovations.  The  artist 
has,  unfortunately,  the  power  to  throw  this 
deceptive  glamour  on  the  minds  of  his  readers. 
Whether  it  is  his  proper  province  is  another 
matter.  It  might  be  hard  to  write  an  accept- 
able novel  on  the  theory  that  every  political 
evil  of  today  is  the  direct,  elaborate,  and  in- 
tentional creation  of  a  vicious  electorate  and 
that  it  can  be  overthrown  by  the  simple  ex- 
pedient of  voting  for  good  men  instead  of 
bad  men.  A  novel  on  other  lines  may  better 
lend  itself  to  graceful,  pathetic,  and  passionate 
treatment,  such  as  Mr.  Merwin's,  but  it  has 
the  disadvantage  of  not  according  with  the 
facts.      Perhaps   that  does  not  matter. 

The  Citadel.  By  Samuel  Merwin.  New  York: 
The  Century  Company;  $1.25  net. 


Susan  Smith. 
This  unassuming  little  story  may  safely  be 
recommended  to  ladies  over  forty  years  of  age 
who  are  apt  to  look  upon  their  youth  as  a 
closed  book.  It  relates  the  adventures  of 
Susan  Smith,  who  inherits  a  fortune  and  de- 
cides to  leave  Podunk,  Maine,  and  to  see 
something  of  the  world  as  represented  by  Bos- 
ton and  New  York.  She  soon  wearies  of 
Boston,  and  then  New  York  lays  its  hands 
upon  her,  persuades  her  that  forty  years  is  a 
mere  nothing,  rejuvenates  her,  modernizes 
her,  and  finally  finds  for  her  a  husband.  The 
transformation  from  Podunk  to  New  York 
is  cleverly  done,  and  the  little  story  may  be 
regarded  as  a  pleasant  hint  at  possibilities 
sometimes  unsuspected. 

The  Pleasuring  of  Susan  Smith.  By  Helen 
M.  Winslow.  Boston:  L.  C.  Page  &  Co.;  $1 
net. 


Low  Society. 
There  are  few  writers  who  know  the  under 
hem  of  London  life  so  well  as  Mr.  Halifax,  or 
who  can  reproduce  its  characteristics  with 
such  fidelity.  The  characters  in  "Low  So- 
ciety" happen  to  live  in  Barking,  which  is  one 
of  London's  east-end  suburbs,  but  they  might 
as  well  live  almost  anywhere  on  the  outer 
fringe  of  the  British  metropolis.  We  have  the 
grocer  who  pays  ten  shillings  a  month  for  his 
daughter's  musical  education,  the  daughter's 
:  occupation  is  a  vague  one 


and  who  can  not  be  trapped  into  a  statement 
of  either  wages  or  savings,  the  jerry  builder 
who  builds  houses  for  sale  rather  than  for 
human  use,  and  the  aristocrat  who  has  mar- 
ried a  stenographer  and  who  is  therefore  rele- 
gated by  his  family  to  suburban  poverties.  Mr. 
Halifax  catches  the  exact  note  of  vulgarity, 
pathos,  cunning,  and  heroism,  and  he  would 
rather  make  us  laugh  than  cry. 

Low   Society.     By  Robert  Halifax.     New   Yurie: 
E.    P.   Dutton  &   Co.;   $1.35   net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Alice  Hegan  Rice's  new  novel,  "A  Romance 
of  Billy-Goat  Hill,"  to  be  published  by  the 
Century  Company  this  month,  is  the  fourth 
book  since  the  appearance  of  her  phenomenal 
success,  "Mrs.  Wiggs  of  the  Cabbage  Patch." 
The  new  book  is  said  to  be  much  longer  than 
any  of  the  others,  being  partly  the  result  of 
a  suggestion  made  to  Mrs.  Rice  by  the  late 
Richard  Watson  Gilder,  that  she  should  try  a 
larger  canvas  and  write  a  big  novel. 

Some  remarkably  successful  cloud  pictures, 
by  the  well-known  artist-photographer  A.  L. 
Coburn,  will  be  reproduced  in  platinum  prints 
as  illustrations  for  Shelley's  poem  of  "The 
Cloud,"  in  a  quarto  prepared  under  the  direc- 
tion of  the  artist  and  published  by  Mr.  C.  C 
Parker  of  Los  Angeles.  The  edition  is  lim- 
ited to  sixty  copies,  at  $25  each. 

John  Ruskin's  biographer,  Edward  Cook, 
has  recently  been  knighted  by  the  English 
crown.  Something  of  the  estimation  in  which 
this  journalist  and  writer  is  held  by  his  asso- 
ciates was  revealed  at  a  dinner  given  in  his 
honor  in  London  a  few  weeks  ago.  At  this 
time  Lord  Morley  was  the  toastmaster  and 
in  proposing  the  health  of  Sir  Edward  Cook 
he  said  in  part :  "We  are  all  rejoiced  that 
Sir  Edward  Cook  has  got  this  honor,  because 
in  his  journalistic  career  he  has  dignified  pub- 
lic discussion.  He  has  brought  into  a  rather 
coarse  force  a  spirit  of  cultivation  and  re- 
finement. He  has  the  gift  of  sincere  argu- 
ment, and  while  he  argues  sincerely  and  firmly 
from  his  own  point  of  view,  he  does  perfect 
justice  to  the  arguments  of  other  people." 

Nashville,  Tennessee,  is  the  home  of  a 
number  of  authors  of  recent  successful  fic- 
tion. Mrs.  Corra  Harris,  who  wrote  "The 
Circuit  Rider's  Wife"  and  "The  Recording 
Angel,"  Mr.  F.  P.  Elliott,  who  wrote  "The 
Haunted  Pajamas,"  and  Mr.  John  Trotwood 
Moore,  author  of  "The  Summer  Hymnal," 
etc.,  are  among  those  who  are  making  of  that 
old  Southern  city  a  new  centre  of  literary 
activity. 

Some  readers  have  been  puzzled  as  to  the 
meaning  of  the  title  of  a  book  of  reminis- 
cences by  Janet  Ross,  daughter  of  the  famous 
Egyptian  traveler,  Lady  Duff-Gordon.  "The 
Fourth  Generation,"  as  the  name  of  a  volume 
full  of  memories  of  Meredith,  Symonds,  Watts, 
Kingslake,  Carlyle,  Guizot,  etc.,  conveys  little 
to  an  American.  But  in  England  every  one 
understands  that  this  title  connects  the  book 
with  an  earlier  volume  originally  called 
"Three  Generations  of  English  Women,"  but 
in  later  editions,  because  so  well  known,  sim- 
ply "Three  Generations."  That  book  con- 
cerned the  lives  of  Mrs.  Ross's  great-grand- 
mother, grandmother,  and  mother,  all  of  them 
celebrated  for  intellect,  beauty,  and  influence. 
And  this,  "The  Fourth  Generation,"  concerns 
in  the  same  way  the  life  of  the  writer,  whose 
position  and  gifts  brought  her  into  contact 
with  a  large  number  of  great  men  and  women. 
She  says  of  the  title  in  her  preface:  "When 
friends  urged  me  to  write  the  present  book, 
they  all  seemed  to  think  that  the  story  of 
my  life  ought  to  be  linked  in  some  way  to 
that  of  my  mother,  grandmother,  and  great- 
grandmother,  and  the  words  'Fourth  Genera- 
tion'  were   added   to   gratify   them." 

Dr.  George  Haven  Putnam,  the  present 
head  of  the  publishing  house  of  G.  P.  Put- 
nam's Sons,  has  a  half-dozen  volumes  to 
which  he  has  with  credit  appended  his  name 
as  author  as  well  as  publisher.  None  of 
them  perhaps  has  the  personal  interest,  how- 
ever, of  a  slender  little  volume  of  his  war 
reminiscences  that  appeared  last  month  un- 
der the  title  "A  Prisoner  of  War  in  Vir- 
ginia, 1S64-65."  The  book  was  expanded  fiom 
a  paper  which  was  presented  to  the  New 
York  Loyal  Legion.  The  paper  attracted 
some  continued  attention  not  only  among  the 
veterans,  but  with  others  who  were  inter- 
ested in  the  events  of  the  war  years  and  who 
realized,  as  Dr.  Putnam  modestly  says,  that 
a  record  of  personal  experience,  even  if  not 
in  itself  an  important  addition  to  war  his- 
tory, at  least  constitutes  material  for  the  use 
of   the    future   historian. 

The  cleanness  of  American  fiction  as  com- 
pared with  English  is  asserted  by  a  high 
Canadian  authority,  Dr.  George  H.  Loci  e,  li- 
brarian of  the  Toronto  Public  Library .  In 
an  address  at  the  late  annual  meeting  of  the 
Ontario  Library  Association,  Dr.  Locke  said: 
"There  is  one  thing  I  have  to  say,  and  I  am 
sorry  to  say  it,  and  that  is  that  you  can  trust 
American  fiction  to  be  clean  rather  than  Eng- 
lish fiction.  There  is  no  necessity  to  demon- 
strate except  to  step  into  my  office  and  see  the 
list  of  English  fiction  that  is  na  ,ty,  unneces- 
sarily nasty.  It  is  hard  to  have  to  say  that. 
Certain  publishers  you  can  rely  on  implicitly. 
In  regard  to  your  fiction,  wJ  en  you  find  a 
book  is  a  good  book  buy  another  copy  of  it. 


PALL  MALL 

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A  Shilling  in  London 
A  Quarter  "Here 


Restrict  your  range,  but  be  careful  that  the 
books  you  have  are  good  books,  books  that 
are  worth  while."  Some  practical  advice  to 
librarians  on  the  purchase  of  new  books  is 
worth  quoting  also  :  "Don't  order  fiction  un- 
til the  work  has  been  out  long  enough  to  have 
adequate  reviews  of  it.  It  is  not  wise  to 
trust  the  ordinary  reviews,  or  excerpts  [of 
those  reviews]  published  by  the  ordinary  pub- 
lishers. You  can  take  part  of  a  recommenda- 
tion and  make  a  man  out  of  anything  from 
an  angel  down."  Dr.  Locke's  remarks  in  full 
are  to  be  found  in  "The  Proceedings  of  the 
Ontario  Library  Association,  Twelfth  Annual 
Meeting,"  issued  by  the  association  in  an  il- 
lustrated  pamphlet   of    128   pages. 

American  applicants  for  Rhodes  scholar- 
ships, as  well  as  those  instrumental  in  select- 
ing them,  will  find  indispensable  the  book  on 
"The  Rhodes  Scholarship  System,"  by  George 
R.  Parkin,  the  executive  secretary  of  the 
Rhodes  Scholarship  Trust,  which  is  to  be  pub- 
lished by  Houghton  Mifflin  Company  early  in 
November. 

It  is  not  an  off-hand  task  to  make  a  book 
review  readable  and  at  the  same  time  just,  but 
it  is  more  often  accomplished,  even  nowadays, 
than  some  tory  admirers  of  the  old  essayists 
are  willing  to  admit.  In  the  following  ex- 
tract, for  example,  from  a  review  in  the  New 
York  Evening  Post  of  Francis  Gribble's 
latest  volume,  "The  Comedy  of  Catherine  the 
Great,"  there  are  two  sentences  which  have 
all  the  sparkle  and  culminating  force  of 
Macaulay : 

We  find  here  the  same  brisk,  journalistic 
presentation,  the  same  smartness  of  interpretation, 
the  alacrity  in  the  invention  of  a  speech  or  dia- 
logue when  documents  are  lacking,  the  same 
cynical  clubman's  wisdom,  and  the  same  tendency 
to  lubricity  that  all  lovers  of  Gribble  have  learned 
to  look  for.  It  may  be  said,  however,  that  tins 
book  is  rather  less  obnoxious  to  one's  sensibilities 
than  his  various  meddlings  with  the  lives  of  the 
romantic  men  and  women  of  letters.  Unlike 
Rousseau  and  Shelley,  for  example,  Catherine  of 
Russia  can  not  be  much  hurt  by  the  rehandling 
of  a  writer  of  scandalous  memoirs.  She  is  a 
representative  of  that  moral  world  in  which  the 
author  is  thoroughly  at  home.  In  her  personal 
habits  and  relations  and  in  the  smaller  intrigues 
of  the  palace  she  offers  no  problem  beyond  the 
range  of  his  sympathies  and  understanding.  To 
the  reader  who  finds  history  too  heavy  and  biog- 
raphy too  prolix,  Mr.  Gribble  presents  a  tertium 
quid,  which  goes  swiftly  through  the  council- 
chamber  and  lingcringly  down  the  back  stairs. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7,  1912. 


THE   HAT   OUR   FATHER  WORE. 


Now  an  Emblem  Rather  Than  a  Utilitarian  Top- 
Piece,  the  "Tile"  Is  Disappearing. 


"Is  the  silk  hat  destined  soon  to  follow 
in  the  train  of  the  toga,  the  coat  of  mail, 
the  sock  and  the  buskin,  the  periwig,  and 
other  sartorial  milestones  in  the  march  of 
progress  ?"  .    . 

The  question  introduces  an  entertaining 
three-column  article  in  a  recent  issue  of  the 
New  York  Evening  Post.  Some  of  its  facts, 
its  humor,  and  its  reminiscent  flavor  are  given 
in  the  paragraphs  that  follow: 

Little  by  little,  the  "tile"  that  was  once 
worn  by  voung  men  and  old  at  business  and 
at  plav,  on  cricket  creases  and  at  state  func- 
tions, has  been  retiring  into  a  remote  corner 
in  the  glass  of  fashion.  Now,  as  if  to  make 
its  already  partial  eclipse  complete,  the  word 
goes  forth  from  Rugby  and  Eton  that  the 
scholars  will  banish  it  forever  from  class- 
room and  field. 

There  has  come  a  change  even  among  the 
silk-hatted  gentry  of  London.  The  tile  is 
steadily  disappearing  from  the  heads  of 
the  workers  in  "the  city."  as  the  business 
part  of  London  is  called.  In  West  End 
and  Rotten  Row,  perhaps,  it  is  worn  more 
than  ever— which  only  bears  out  the  theory 
that  in  England,  as  has  happened  here  in 
America,  the  silk  hat  is  becoming  an  em- 
blem rather  than  a  covering  for  the  head.  In 
Rotten  Row  and  West  End  the  top  hat  of 
an  afternoon  betokens  the  man  of  fashion, 
Knight  of  the  Five  O'Clock  Tea,  the  tailor- 
made  gentleman.  In  the  same  sense,  its  spe- 
cial function  here  is  to  lend  an  air  of  dig- 
nity to  statesmen,  cab-drivers,  pall-bearers, 
memorial  orators,  and  undertakers. 

It  is  well  to  point  out  that  one  tile  differeth 
from  another  in  glory  as  well  as  in  size  and 
shape.  John  Bull  wears  a  bona-fide  silk  affair, 
with  large  curling  brim  and  low  squat  crown 
—the  proper  style  for  a  stout,  short-winded 
gentleman  of  John's  proportions.  Uncle  Sam 
still  clings  to  the  old  beaver  stovepipe  effect, 
which  our  forebears  of  the  'fifties  and  'sixties 
used  to  put  on.  Just  why  this  is,  no  one 
need  inquire.  Unc'e  Sam's  headpiece  is,  of 
course,  more  becoming  to  his  elongated  style 
of  beauty  than  John  Bull's  would  be. 

There  have  been  other  tile  masterpieces 
which  may  weather  the  storm  that  has  set 
in  to  destroy  them.  The  rank  and  file  of 
hat  wearers  may  don  the  derby,  the  golf 
cap.  the  fedora,  and  the  straw,  but  John  Bull 
and  Uncle  Sam,  and  at  least  one  other — 
Alice's  friend,  the  Hatter  of  Wonderland — 
will  go  down  into  the  ages  silk-hatted.  The 
man  who  did  the  pictures  for  Wonderland, 
John  Tenniel,  may  be  thanked  for  that.  Who 
would  have  the  Hatter  attend  the  March 
Hare's  Mad  Tea  Party  in  anything  but  that 
immense  affair  snuggling  down  over  bis  eyes 
and  ears,  and  bearing  the  touching  label : 


IN     THIS 
STYLE 

10/6 


ing  the  old-school  politicians  to  the  wall.  ^  Do 
they  wear  silk  hats?  Only  on  rare  occasions. 
The  silk  hat  can  not,  by  any  amount  of 
stretching,  be  drawn  into  an  insignia  prop- 
erly denoting  reform  or  socialism  or  the 
bright  young  political  crusader  fresh  from  the 
campus. 

The  cannibal  heathens  of  Fiji  or  Kam- 
chatka come  to  the  missionary  en  deshabille, 
and,  while  absorbing  religion  and  sound  Pres- 
byterian doctrine,  resolve  to  appropriate 
modern  dress,  beginning — and  ending,  usually 
—with  the  umbrella  and  silk  hat.  Thus  is  the 
silk  hat  an  emblem  to  the  reformed  Fiji  or 
Kamchatkan  of  the  civilization  he  has  so 
latelv  adopted.  But  obviously  this  thing  can 
not  go  on  forever  and  a  day.  Like  the  cab- 
man, the  heathen  must  some  day  quit  the  face 
of  the  globe,  carrying  with  him  bis  silk  hat 
and  umbrella.  Meanwhile,  the  silk  hat, 
scorned  in  the  homeland,  enjoys  a  fleeting 
vogue   in   distant   climes. 

What  of  the  pink-coated  horsewoman  of 
the  circus?  Is  she,  too,  doomed  to  pass  with 
the  other  wearers  of  the  tile  ?  And  the  silk- 
hatted  ringmaster,  who  cracks  the  whip  for 
the  snow-white  horses — must  he  go,  too?  So 
long  as  there  are  circuses  and  "Uncle  Tom's 
Cabin"  shows  it  would  seem  safe  to  say  that 
at  least  a  few  relics  of  the  silk-hat  past 
would  be  worn  in  bold  defiance  of  changes 
in  headgear  in  the  rest  of  the  world.  For 
the  circus  without  its  smiling  lady  high- 
school  rider  in  top  hat,  and  its  commanding 
ringmaster,  also  in  top  hat,  would  be  a  dreary 
thing.  .  So  also  with  "Uncle  Tom's  Cabin." 
They  may  renew  interest  in  the  show  by  ad- 
vertising "two  Topsies,"  or  even  four  Top- 
sies,  but  they  can  not  well  afford  to  take 
liberties  with  the  top  hat  that  Lawyer  Marks 
wears  pulled  down  over  his  eyes.  Who 
touches  a  hair  on  yon  top  hat 

Think  what  the  silk  hat  has  done  for  the 
drama,  the  drama  of  vaudeville.  Think  of 
the  number  of  silk  hats  that  have  been 
crushed  night  after  night  by  tipsy  tramp 
comedians  and  stout  gentlemen  from  the 
country  who  come  to  town  to  visit  friends 
in  the  city  and  begin  by  sitting  down  on  the 
chair  where  the  city  man  had  just  laid  his 
"tile."  Think  of  the  number  of  tramps  who 
have  had  the  audience  laughing  at  them 
from  the  start  simply  because  they  came  be- 
fore the  footlights  with  the  crushed  and  dis- 
couraged remains  of  a  once-resplendent  silk 
hat.  Think  also  of  the  jugglers  who  have 
been  able  to  keep  body  and  soul  together 
simp'.y  because  of  their  ability  to  keep  a 
walking-stick,  a  cigar,  and  a  silk  hat  whirling 
through  the  air  from  hand  to  hand.  And, 
finally,  think  of  the  magicians  who  have  pro- 
duced everything  from  live  rabbits  and  grow- 
ing plants  to  the  gentleman's  gold  watch  or 
the  lady's  pocketbook  from  the  inside  of  a 
silk  hat — "a  common,  ordinary  silk  hat,  ladies 
and  gentlemen,  which  any  of  you  may  ex- 
amine, if  you  please  to  come  upon  the  stage." 
Vaudeville  surely  will  never  banish  the  silk 
hat  to  the  wings.     Ave! 


And  when  the  Hatter  appears  as  the  first 
witness  before  the  dreadful  Queen  of 
Hearts  in  the  trial  for  the  grand  larceny 
of  a  batch  of  tarts,  it  is  entirely  fitting  and 
proper  that  the  tile  on  the  top  of  the  Hatter 
should  bring  forth  this: 

"  'Take  off  your  hat,'  the  King  said  to  the 
Hatter. 

"  'It  isn't  mine,'  said  the  Hatter. 
"  'Stolen !'   the   King    exclaimed,    turning    to 
the  jury-  who  instantly  made  a  memorandum 
of  the  fact. 

"  'I  keep  them  to  sell,'  the  Hatter  added 
as  an  explanation.  'I've  none  of  my  own. 
I'm  a  hatter.*" 

Here  in  America  we  look  upon  the  silk 
hat  nowadays  largely  as  an  emblem.  Time 
was,  of  course,  when  the  young  bloods  of 
Manhattan  went  about  wearing  tall  cylin- 
drical headgear  for  every-day  dress.  If  old 
prints  may  be  believed,  the  silk  hat  was  as 
common  then  as  the  straw  hat  in  the  summer 
of  1912.  Dashing  young  men  with  tender 
side-whiskers  wore  silk  hats  when  they  went 
out  for  a  spin  on  the  latest  speed- wonder. 
the  bicycle,  with  its  one  big  wheel  in  front 
and  its  little  trailer  behind.  They  bowled  on 
the  green  in  silk  hats.  They  had  daguerreo- 
types of  themselves  taken  in  silk  hats.  They 
even  went  to  college  in  them  (see  group  pic- 
tures of  the  class  of  1880  or  thereabout). 

Today  nearly  every  condition  of  life  with 
which  the  silk  hat  has  become  indetachably 
associated  seems  to  be  slipping  by  into  the 
realms  of  the  past.  There  is  the  cabman. 
He  wore  a  silk  hat,  rain  or  shine,  and  a  fine 
article  of  wearing  apparel  the  cabby's  hat  was, 
after  it  had  weathered  a  hard  season  in  New 
Vcrk.  The  cab  and  its  driver  and  its  driver's 
hat  pass  out  of  sight  and  ken,  and  the  taxi 
chauffeur,  with  his  virored  cap,  come  to  take 
their  place.  We  do  not  expect  to  see  a  taxi 
driver  sporting  a  silk  hat.  It  would  not  look 
right,  somehow. 

There  is  the  politician  of  the  old  school. 
He  wore  a  silk  hat,  and  he,  too,  is  bidding 
the  world  fan  ■  elL  Is  there  some  mysterious 
blicht  that  falls  upon  the  head  that  wears  the 
"til  "  The  ^former,  the  college  man  in 
(1  t  e  young  man  of  means,  who 
y<"  in  for  socialism,  are  crowd- 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


Once  more  the  Pergola  Theatre  of  Florence 
is  to  be  rebuilt.  It  was  originally  erected  in 
1652,  and  was  the  property  of  a  society  of 
aristocrats.  In  1775  it  was  torn  down  and 
replaced  by  a  building  made  of  more  substan- 
tial material  than  wood.  It  then  had  2000 
seats,  besides  114  boxes,  and  gradually  be- 
came the  leading  opera  house  of  Italy.  In  it 
many  first  performances  were  given  of  operas 
by  Puccini  (the  rival  of  Gluck) ,  Paisiello, 
Cimarosa,  Cherubini,  Donizetti,  F^ssini. 
Verdi,  and  many  others. 

-«♦«- - 

It    is   undoubtedly   true   that  o- 

lins  are  made  today.     A  numb  i  o 

an    American    violin    builder,    v  ' 
fame,  sent  to  an  exposition  in   \ 
of  his  make  which  he  labeled  as  Ej 
Guarnerius.     To  his  surprise  and 
judges  accused  him  of  being  an  ii 
having  used  a  real  Guarnerius  in  t 
to  deceive  them  !     Never  in  the  hist 
had  imitation  been  rewarded  by  such 


David      Belasco's      production      of 
Woman"   will   be   seen   at  the    Columbia 
atre   in   the  near   future.     The  dramatic    . 
of    the    little    telephone    girl,    who    become> 
big    factor    in    the    unveiling    of    a    polit 
theme,    is   told    with    a    directness   and    fo. 
characteristic    of   David    Belasco's   work. 


"Officer  666"  will  close  its  seventh  month's 
run  in  Chicago  this  Saturday  night.  The 
company  will  leave  Sunday  morning  for  the 
Pacific  Coast  and  will  open  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  on  Monday  night,  September  16. 
Cohan  &  Harris  intend  to  give  San  Francisco 
the  same  cast  that  Chicago  saw. 


John  Mason  began  his  season  in  the  new 
Henri  Bernstein  play,  "The  Attack,"  at  the 
Star  Theatre,  Buffalo,  last  week.  Mr.  Mason 
will  have  his  New  York  appearance  in  "The 
Attack"  just  as  soon  as  Mr.  Frohman  can  se- 
cure a  theatre. 


Circumstance. 
Men  marvel   at  the  poet's   song 

Each  lyric's  soft,   enchanting  ring, 
Nor    dream    that    once,    when    days    were    long, 

'Twas    grief   that   taught    her    heart   to   sing. 

They    watched    the    painter's    canvas    glow 
With  sunlit  waters,   dawn's    faint  blush 

That  yield   no   hint  of  years  ago 

When   poverty  hath  sped  his  brush. 

Yet   I,  the  shadowed   Circumstance, 
Still  wait  within   my  darkened  way 

And  prick  men  with  a  testing  lance 

To  prove  them  more  than  common  clay. 
—Eleanor    Robbins     Wilson,     in    Nautilus    Maga- 


Daily  Service. 

What  drew  you    from  the  shelves? 

What  great  philosophies. 

What  subtle  poems 

That  feed  our  better  selves? 

"None;    from  my  oven  I  drew 
Three    loaves    of   light    and    wholesome   bread; 

These  fed  the  hungry,  too." 

What   thoughts   were   yours   today? 
To   right  the  wrongs, 
To  succor  the  distressed, 
Hast  planned  a  way? 

"No;   but  before  'twas  light 
I  washed  the  clothes;   I  had  no  time  for  thought, 

See,  they  are  white:*' 

But  tell  me  of  your  deeds; 

Surely  you've   followed  some  great   enterprise 

Where  progress  leads? 

"Not  I,  poor  fool; 
But  four  bright  faces,   clean  and  kissed, 

I  sent  to  school." 
— Helen   Cole   Crezve,   in   Springfield  Republican. 


Wild  Mustard. 

IN    APBIL. 

The     wild     sweet     mustard     inundates     the     plain, 
A  tawny  flood  the  grasses  can  not  stem. 

It  washes  higher  with  each  hour  of  rain 
And  rises  where  the  hills  with  lifted  hem 

Wade  out   to   meet  it,    laughing  each  to   each, 

Like  children   romping  on  a  river  beach. 

Its    rippled    surface   catches  up  the  light 

And    flings   it  back   in    softened   yellow  spray; 

The  young  bird  dips  to  taste  it  in  bis  flight, 
The  bee,  a  hardy  seaman,  steers  -his  way 

Athwart   the  waves,    and  plies   his  course   between 

Its  live-oak-shadowed  banks  of  swarthy  green. 

I  lave  my   spirit  in  that  fragrant  tide, 
And   lo,  my  winter  stains  are  purified! 

IN     AUGUST. 

The    gaunt    and    shriveled    mustard    starkly    stands, 
Frail  skeleton  of  that  fair  girl  named  Spring 
Whose   transient  %eauty  yestermonth   took  wing. 

It  clutches  at  the  heat  with  bony  hands; 
It  rattles  in  the  wind,  but  may  not  sing. 

Yet  on  those  barren  stalks  the  opal  air 

Has  flung  a  garment  of  such  matchless  hue — 
So  wrought  of  gold  and  purple,  brown  and  blue — 

That    each   pathetic   stem    is    almost   fair, 

And   stirs  the   heart  with  wonder  sad   and   new. 

April!    this   strange,    this    subtle   August   grace 

Is  purchased  at  the  price  of  thy  loved  face! 

— Nctta   Marquis,   in    Youth's   Companion. 


The  Strand  Magazine  for  September  con- 
tains a  recently  discovered  story  by  "Ouida,'' 
entitled  "The  Marriage  Plate."  This  story 
was  written  many  years  ago,  but  for  some 
reason  or  other  was  never  published.  The 
manuscript  remained  in  the  hands  of  a  friend, 
who  placed  it  at  the  disposal  of  the  maga- 
zine. 

■*♦* 

Miss  Adeline  M.  Walker  of  New  York  is 
said  to  be  the  only  woman  gem  expert  in  the 
United  States.  Miss  Walker  can  tell  a  spuri- 
ous gem  from  the  real  kind  and  can  tell  just 
what  part  of  the  world  any  particular  gem 
came   from. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


155 


"POMANDER  WALK.' 


Louis  N.  Parker  did  the  trick  with  "a  com- 
edy of  happiness,"  or,  at  least,  part  of  it. 
The  great,  busy,  strenuous  world  likes  the 
savor  of  happiness,  even  if  it's  only  play  hap- 
piness, and  some  one's  else,  at  that.  So  the 
author  of  "Pomander  Walk"  gave  his  play  a 
fragrant,  pretty,  old-fashioned  title,  a  Georgian 
atmosphere,  the  costumes,  the  illusions,  the 
speech  of  a  hundred  years  ago,  sketched  out 
a  lot  of  highly  emphasized  characterization, 
added  several  pairs  of  lovers,  located  his 
group  in  a  quaintly  pretty  "place"  in  London, 
called  the  whole  "a  comedy  of  happiness," 
and,  as  Henry  James  says  about  a  hundred 
times  per  volume,   "there   you  are." 

"Pomander  Walk"  is  a  little  lane,  or  court, 
or  "place,"  as  we  call  it  in  San  Francisco, 
off  the  main  thoroughfares,  where  five  little 
two-story,  bow-windowed,  brick  replicas  of 
each  other  curve,  crescent-wise,  around  and 
overlook  a  home-like  territory  prettily  shaded 
by  a  large  elm-tree,  with  a  circular  seat  built 
around  its  trunk.  This  cozy  retreat,  with  its 
hint  of  out-door  life,  its  gardeny  suggestion, 
and  its  canopy  of  summer  green  recalls  Dick- 
ens's picture  in  "The  Tale  of  Two  Cities"  of 
that  sunny,  secluded  corner  in  Soho,  full  of 
dim,  distant  echoes  from  the  world  outside, 
where  old  Dr.  Manette  and  golden-haired 
Lucie  lived,  and  used  sometimes  to  take  tea 
with  their  friends  under  the  rustling  plane- 
tree. 

Perhaps  Louis  N.  Parker,  recognizing  the 
passion  of  the  urban  dwe'ler  for  a  sweet, 
tree-shaded,  out-door  territory  adjoining  the 
home  place,  got  his  idea  from  "A  Tale  of 
Two  Cities."  Or,  perhaps,  during  some  stroll 
through  the  residential  districts  of  London  he 
happened  on  some  bright,  neat,  flower-framed, 
little  home-like  retreat  like  this,  saw  out-door 
groups  of  the  most  confirmed  tea-drinkers  in 
the  world  taking  their  five  o'clock,  and  got  his 
start  in  the  outline  of  "Pomander  Walk." 

For  a  Louis  N.  Parker  the  rest  was  easy. 
He  is  an  expert  and  busy  craftsman,  not  an 
inspired  dramatist  with  big  ideas  clamoring  in 
his  brain  for  expression.  A  shrewd  observer 
of  his  public,  he  knows  what  it  wants,  and, 
like  the  man  in  "Mile.  Modiste,"  that  "it 
wants  what  it  wants  when  it  wants  it." 

There  is  no  drama  in  "Pomander  Walk," 
and  no  reality.  It  is  all  a  thin,  bright  polish, 
a  purely  artificial  creation.  The  residents  in 
the  five  brick  dwellings  on  Pomander  Walk 
are  dwelling  contentedly  in  genteel  seclusion, 
cultivating  the  belief  that  they  are  regretting 
days  of  greater  prosperity.  They  come  out 
under  the  elm,  and  with  that  British  deter- 
mination to  live  out  of  doors  that  makes  the 
inhabitants  of  the  foggy  isle  so  pink  and 
hea'.thy,  the  men  smoke  and  argue,  and  the 
women  knit  and  gossip,  and  a  purely  imagina- 
tive harmonious  social  life  ebbs  and  flows  out- 
side the  tiny,  vine-wreathed  garden  palings. 
There  are  no  neighborhood  rows  in  Pomander 
Walk,  and  only  a  few  sentimental  traps  for 
the  unwary.  What  has  given  the  play  its 
charm  to  the  public  is,  in  great  part,  its  re- 
vival of  the  old-fashionedness  of  a  by-gone 
time.  We  are  so  terribly  prosaic,  nowadays, 
and,  dressed  in  the  fashion-conforming  gar- 
ments of  super-civilization,  all  of  us  are  so 
much  of  a  muchness  that  we  can  scarcely  be 
told  apart,  so  that  people  are  vaguely  re- 
freshed by  seeing  fellow-human  beings  in  cos- 
tumes of  other  times,  animated  by  novel  modes 
of  thought,  and  speaking  our  own  tongue, 
made  pleasantly  archaic  by  the  lingering  fra- 
grance  of  olden   days. 

If  we  should  sit  down  to  read  the  play  we 
would  find  that  it  shines  only  with  the  mild, 
pa'.e  ray  of,  let  us  say,  Clyde  Fitch's  earliest 
and  most  innocuous  achievements.  The  wit  is 
of  the  tamest,  the  love  sentiment  suited  to  the 
age  and  tastes  of  the  very  young.  In  fact, 
"Pomander  Walk"  is  sweetly,  prettily  in- 
nocuous, and  just  the  sort  of  thing  upon 
which  the  transient,  floating  population  of 
Xew  York  is  apt  to  set  the  seal  of  its  ap- 
proval. 

Nevertheless,  the  automobile  population 
turned  out  to  the  Co'umbia  Theatre  on  Mon- 
day evening  and  by  the  end  of  the  fourth  act 
the  play,  in  spite  of  a  certain  lack  of  aban- 
donment in  the  mirth  aroused  by  the  comedy, 
seemed  to  have  caught  the  favor  of  the  au- 
dience. I  have  come  to  the  conclusion  that 
our  first-night  audiences  are  singularly  kindly 
and  courteous  in  their  attitude  toward  new 
productions.  So  much  so  that  they  no  doubt 
sometimes  arouse  hopes  that  will  not 
eventually  be  realized.  At  any  rate,  in  spite 
of  a  judicially  calm  reception  of  the  rather 
Pomander  Walk,"  at  the  end 


of  the  fourth  act  the  audience  gave  a  num- 
ber of  curtain  calls,  which  gradually  spread 
the  sunshine  of  relief  and  content  on  the 
faces  of  the  performers. 

It  is  always  a  pleasant  sensation  to  see  that 
light  of  satisfaction  come,  after  the  hopes 
and  tremors  that  we  frequently  divine  under 
the  assured  demeanor.  And  perhaps  that  is 
why  audiences  that  are  present  can  not  re- 
sist the  pleasure  of  being  the  agent  in  caus- 
ing its  advent.  Somehow  I  do  not  feel  that 
"Pomander  Walk''  will  take  strong  hold  here, 
in  spite  of  those  repeated  curtain  calls.  Our 
population  is  fixed,  and  a  comparatively  thin 
attraction  peters  out  before  the  two  weeks 
are  up. 

We  are  told  that  a  complete  English  com- 
pany is  sent  here  to  present  the  quaint  char- 
acterizations of  the  play,  which  explains  the 
unfamiliarity  of  the  names.  The  men,  or 
several  of  them,  are  excellent  actors,  but 
when  it  comes  to  two  or  three  of  the  women 
I  think  that,  as  usual,  we  have  been  econo- 
mized on.  The  characters  in  the  comedy,  in 
order  to  make  us  feel  that  the  production  is 
living  up  to  the  celebrity  it  has  gained,  re- 
quire the  most  delicate  skill  on  the  part  of 
the  performers,  who  must,  by  their  indi- 
viduality or  charm,  more  than  half  fill  out 
the  somewhat  shallow  moulds  offered  by  the 
author.  The  characters  have  been  called 
Dickensonian,  and  it  is  true,  in  part;  but  the 
resemblance  is  superficial,  for  they  are  en- 
tirely lacking  in  the  robust,  full-bodied  humor 
even  of  Dickens's  least  creations.  But  in 
dress,  manner,  and  the  things  on  the  surface, 
they  are  quite  effective.  Especially  so  of  the 
characters  of  bluff,  genial  Sir  Peter,  the  old 
admiral,  who  is  "king  of  the  walk,"  and 
Brooke-Haskyn,  the  butler,  who  fools  his  fel- 
low Pomander-Walkers  by  his  airs  of  living 
in  the  great  world  and  consorting  with  "H.  R. 
H.  the   P.   of  W." 

T.  Gideon  Warren,  who  plays  the  role  of 
Sir  Peter,  shows  the  stuff  he  is  made  of, 
not  only  by  the  general  excellence  of  his 
portrait  of  a  jolly,  kindly,  courteous  old  sea- 
dog,  but  by  the  manner  in  which  he  acquits 
himself  of  the  monologue  in  which  Sir  Peter 
describes  the  various  tenants  of  Pomander 
Walk.  These  consist  of  a  limited  assortment 
of  old  maids,  young  maids,  widows,  one  lone 
young  man,  two  old  bachelors,  and  the  ele- 
gant butler  and  his  family. 

The  part  of  the  butler  is  played  admirably 
by  Albert  Gran,  whose  plump,  dimpled  face 
and  huge  physical  presence  make  him  par- 
ticularly fitted  to  represent  Brooke-Haskyn 
as  a  swelling,  self-satisfied  frog  in  a  very 
small  but  thoroughly  genteel  pond.  Mr.  Gran 
throws  in  various  details  of  manner  to  em- 
phasize the  ungenteel  origin  of  this  swelling 
being  who  claims  to  be  a  friend  of  the  great 
Sheridan,  and  these  two  portraits  stand  out 
easily  a  head  and  shoulders  above  the  rest 
of  the  characters  in  the  play,  and  the  actors 
in  the  company. 

Reginald  Dance  plays  with  appropriate 
worldly  ease  and  graceful  flourish  of  courtesy 
the  role  of  Lord  Otford,  the  peer  whose 
old  friendship  for  Sir  Peter  leads  him  into 
the  quiet  precincts  of  Pomander  Walk,  only 
to  meet  there  Mme.  Lachesnais,  once  his  girl 
sweetheart,  now  widowed,  and  the  dignified 
and  beautiful  mother  of  Marjolaine,  the 
springtime  poem,  bound  in  rosy  flesh,  of  Po- 
mander Walk.  Marie  Burke,  who  plays  the 
role  of  the  beautiful  mother,  is  a  large-eyed, 
handsome,  distinguished  looking  woman,  who 
looks  as  if  she  were  created  to  be  an  orna- 
ment of  the  court  of  the  First  Empire.  She 
has  a  figure  made  for  the  costumes  of  that 
time,   and   a   stately  yet  graceful   manner. 

The  role  of  little  Marjolaine,  who  is  for 
the  first  time  sipping  the  intoxicating  draught 
of  young  love,  is  played  by  Stella  de  Marney, 
a  pretty,  petite,  and  graceful  young  thing, 
and  who  was  no  doubt  chosen  for  the  particu- 
lar equipment  that  these  adjectives  indicate. 
Marjolaine's  lines,  however,  or  parts  of 
them,  are  just  as  shallow  and  school-girlish 
as  those  of  the  immature  heroine  of  "Janice 
Meredith,"  which  play,  so  very  much  alive 
ten  years  ago,  is  now  deader  than  the  daily 
journals  of  that  epoch.  Marjolaine,  as  Mr. 
Parker  made  her,  is  a  very  superficial  crea- 
tion; but  .put  her  in  the  hands  of  some 
skilled  and  lovely  actress  who  can  bestow 
upon  her  the  freshly  awakened  charm  and 
fragrance  of  a  pink  rosebud  newly  washed  in 
dew,  and  we  could  be  persuaded  into  thinking 
there  was  something  to  the  character  that 
would  reach  the  tastes  of  theatre-goers  other 
than  those  in  the  Jack  and  Jill  stage.  As  it 
is.  Miss  de  Marney  just  makes  her  a  nice, 
regular-featured,  well-brought-up,  docile,  little 
thing,  who  is  feeling  her  love-pulse  as  if  she 
were    looking    for    symptoms    of    the    measles. 

Marjolaine  and  her  mother  are  of  course 
the  heroines  of  the  slight  and  fugitive  comedy 
that  flits  in  between  bits  of  clever  character 
acting,  and  at  the  end  of  the  play  a  silver 
moon  rises  over  the  shining  stretches  of  the 
Thames,  and  lights  them  up  and  quite  a  re- 
spectable percentage  of  the  population  of  Po- 
mander Walk  happily  endowed  with  mates. 
I  think,  however,  that  the  author,  in  his  zeal 
for  having  a  symmetrical  disposition  of  hap- 
pily mated  pairs,  rather  jars  audiences  by  de- 
priving the  jolly  old  admiral  of  his  much- 
urized  liberty.  The  admiral  is  a  nice  old 
party,  who  says  "God  Bless  my  soul!"  in  a 
Dickens  and  Thackeray  manner  entirely  un- 
known to  the  twentieth  century.  The  author 
should  have  turned  some  trick  on  the  design- 


ing Mrs.  Poskett  and  allowed  her  rather  rue- 
ful  victim  to   escape. 

The  rather  tame  couplet 

Pomander  Walk?     Where  is  it?     Understand? 

Out    Chisvvick  Way — half-way    to    Fairyland! 

affords  some  indication  of  the  mood  in 
which  the  auditor  must  approach  the  play. 
Expect  no  realism,  be  content  with  adolescent 
sentiment,  do  not  look  for  the  humor  that 
sends  you  off  in  gales.  Be  satisfied  with 
manipulated  quaintness,  stage  prettiness,  mild 
wit;  have  a  taste,  not  too  probing  or  exigeant, 
for  the  tender  grace  of  a  day  that  is  dead ; 
in  a  word,  choose  the  rococo  decoration  for 
genuine  art,  and  "Pomander  Walk"  is  yours. 
Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"Bought  and  Paid  For"  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

"Bought  and  Paid  For"  at  the  Cort  The- 
atre has  caught  the  town  completely.  The 
Broadhurst  drama  had  much  to  live  up  to.  It 
had  been  widely  heralded,  much  discussed,  and 
was  acclaimed  the  "biggest  play  of  our  time." 

But  it  has  fully  met  the  most  extravagant 
advance  superlatives  that  were  sounded  in  its 
praise.  Which  is  saying  a  very  great  deal. 
It  is  a  play  with  a  thrill,  a  throb,  and  a 
punch,  is  "Bought  and  Paid  For."  It  is  a 
play  that  mirrors  real  life.  Its  characters 
and  situations  are  not  of  the  theatre.  The 
note  of  humanity  is  sounded.  The  drama 
rings  true.  And  the  handling  of  the  play- 
wright is  as  big  as  his  theme. 

In  sending  us  the  original  company  direct 
from  New  York,  before  the  rest  of  the  coun- 
try had  the  opportunity  of  witnessing  "Bought 
and  Paid  For,"  Producer  Brady  offered  San 
Francisco  the  highest  form  of  compliment. 
It  means  that  more  and  more  this  city  is 
being  recognized  as  one  of  the  most  impor- 
tant show  towns  of  the  country.  The  com- 
pany will  return  to  the  East  without  playing 
en  route. 

Too  much  can  not  be  said  in  praise  of  the 
interpreters  of  "Bought  and  Paid  For."  The 
company  is  more  than  evenly  excellent — it  is 
brilliant.  San  Francisco  has  rarely  seen  such 
acting  as  is  contributed  by  Charles  Richman, 
as  Robert  Stafford,  captain  of  finance,  and 
by  Julia  Dean  as  the  telephone  girl  who  be- 
comes his  wife.  And  Frank  Craven  as 
"Jimmy"  gives  us  something  new  in  comedy 
character  work,  a  thoroughly  admirable  por- 
trayal, while  Agnes  de  Lane  as  his  wife  is 
deliciously  funny.  A  Japanese  servant  in  the 
hands  of  Allen  Atwell,  and  a  maid  as  done 
by  Marie  Hardi,  are  just  as  admirable  bits  in 
their  way.  "Bought  and  Paid  For"  is  de- 
servedly attracting  capacity  audiences  to  the 
Cort.  

"Pomander  Walk"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

As  was  predicted,  "Pomander  Walk"  has 
fallen  into  almost  instantaneous  popularity 
with  San  Francisco  theatre-goers  and  the 
business  during  the  first  week  of  its  engage- 
ment at  the  Columbia  Theatre  far  exceeds 
expectation.  Present  indications  are  that  its 
last  week,  which  begins  on  Sunday  evening, 
will    be   still   greater   than   the  past. 

Louis  N.  Parker,  the  noted  English  drama- 
tist, wrote  "Pomander  Walk,"  and  when  the 
play  won  its  great  New  York  success  two  sea- 
sons ago,  it  was  expected  that  the  Liebler 
Company,  its  producers,  would  follow  the  lead 
of  so  many  other  managers  and  put  out  sec- 
ond, third,  and  fourth  companies  in  the  play, 
to  reap  the  golden  harvest,  while  the  report 
of  the  metropolitan  success  was  still  recent. 
The  Liebler  Company,  however,  have  not 
adopted  that  policy  and  have  sent  the  all- 
English  star  cast,  very  nearly  as  it  appeared 
in  the  memorable  run  at  New  York,  to  the 
Columbia  Theatre.  Prominent  in  the  one  and 
only  company  presenting  "Pomander  Walk" 
are  T.  Gideon  Warren,  Albert  Gran,  Reginald 
Dance,  Leonard  Craske,  T.  Wygney  Percyval, 
Stanley  Lathbury,  Stella  de  Marney,  Marie 
Burke,  Viola  Finney,  Maggie  Hallo  well 
Fisher,    Winifred    Fraser. 

Matinees  during  this  engagement  of  "Po- 
mander Walk"  are  given  on  Wednesdays  and 
Saturdays.  Every  evening,  including  Sun- 
days.   

Many   Novelties  in  the  Orpheum  Programme. 

The  Orpheum  announces  another  great  new 
show  for  next  week. 

That  justly  famous  character  actor,  Wil- 
liam H.  Thompson,  will  head  the  new  bill. 
Mr.  Thompson's  visits  are  red-letter  events. 
His  portrayals  are  personal  triumphs,  and 
this  time  he  will  present  a  one-act  play  en- 
titled "An  Object  Lesson,"  which  has  great 
intrinsic  value  with  the  added  merit  of  being 
on  a  timely  modern  subject  and  of  showing 
him  "in  his  habit  as  he  lives."  The  charac- 
ters are  the  trio  of  the  dramatic  ages,  the 
wife,  the  mummy,  and  the  little  hummingbird. 
Mr.  Thompson  is  well  supported  by  a  capable 
little   company. 

The  appearance  of  Billy  Gould  and  Belle 
Ashlyn  means  fun,  good  songs,  and  a  couple 
of  smart  entertainers.  All  the  songs  and 
jokes  used  by  the  pair  emanate  from  the  fer- 
tile brain   of  Mr.   Gould. 

Howard's  Novelty,  a  spectacular  exhibition 
of  musical  Shetlands  and  terriers,  will  be  an- 
other popular  feature.  The  ponies  are  little 
beauties  and  well  trained. 

Prominent  among  European  novelties  im- 
ported for  the  current  season  is  the  cele- 
brated  duo,    the   Takiness,   who    will   present 


their  eccentric  musical  offering,  "The  Angry 
Tutor."  Sefiorita  Takiness  possesses  a  fine 
soprano  voice,  and  Signor  Takiness  is  gifted 
with   a  very  deep  and  unusual  bass. 

Little  Minnie  Allen,  who  will  also  make 
her  first  appearance  here,  is  one  of  the  bright- 
est features  of  vaudeville.  She  limits  her- 
self to  songs  which  amuse,  though  she  is  a 
cultivated  vocalist  and  a  sparkling  come- 
dienne. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  one  of  Grace 
Cameron,  the  Bounding  Pattersons,  and  Ed- 
mond  Hayes  and  Company  in  his  laughable 
skit,  "The   Piano   Movers." 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

Things  are  humming  at  the  Pantages  The- 
atre this  week,  the  current  attractions  in- 
cluding Lew  Cantor's  merry  youngsters  in 
the  miniature  musical  comedy,  "Fun  on  a 
School  Ground";  the  Four  Casters,  aerial 
gymnasts  ;  Matthews  and  Duffy  in  their  mili- 
tary travesty,  "The  Rangers" ;  Mile.  Nadje, 
the  athletic  girl ;  Gypsy  Wilson,  the  singing 
girl ;  Zenita,  the  girl  who  plays  the  violin  in 
cyclonic  fashion ;  Morris's  Wrestling  Ponies, 
and  other  features. 

The  bill  announced  for  Admission  Day 
week  is  full  of  good  things,  one  of  which  is 
Gus  Sohlke's  eight  "Summertime  Girls," 
aided  and  abetted  by  Bobby  Harrington,  a 
nimble  dancer,  and  including  Mildred  Cecil,  a 
Broadway  favorite.  "Chums,"  an  interesting 
dramatic  playlet  with  good  comedy  relief, 
will  be  presented  by  Henry  Hargrave  and  a 
competent  company,  and  Irwin  and  Herzog, 
"those  minstrel  boys,"  but  appearing  in  white 
face,  will  be  heard  in  solos  and  duets.  Their 
selections  are  of  the  very  latest.  Alsace 
and  Lorraine,  European  artists,  will  return 
with  their  sensational  musical  act,  hand- 
somely costumed  and  staged  and  displaying 
novel  instruments.  The  Caits  brothers,  the 
younger  of  whom  is  known  as  "the  dancing 
midget,"  will  offer  a  dancing  novelty  in  which 
they  will  show  what  can  be  accomplished  in 
wooden  shoes.  Paris  Green,  an  entertaining 
monologist,  will  be  heard  in  a  lot  of  original 
songs  and  stories.  Rose  and  Ellis,  "the  jump- 
ing jacks,"  will  appear  in  a  special  setting 
showing  the  interior  of  a  circus  tent.  The  , 
novelty  of  the  bill  will  be  offered  by  Rupert 
Jeffkins,  the  "Australian  Speed  King,"  who 
drove  the  Mercedes  car  in  the  International 
Auto  Races  of  May  30  last  at  Indianapolis. 
With  a  fine  series  of  films  he  will  give  a  pic- 
torial history  of  the  greatest  automobile  race 
ever  driven,  and  his  recital  is  said  to  be 
thrilling. 

AMUSEMENTS. 


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Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

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ANOTHER  GREAT  NEW  SHOW 

WILLIAM  THOMPSON,  the  Distinguished 
American  Character  Actor,  and  his  Company  in 
Frederic  Sargent's  one  -  act  play,  "An  01>jpct 
Lesson  ";  BILLY  GOULD  and  BELLE  ASHLYN, 
Jokes  and  Songs:  HOWARD'S  NOVELTY.  Spec- 
tacular Exhibition  of  Musical  Shetlands  and 
Terriers;  THE  TAKINESS  in  their  Eccentric  Mu- 
sical Novelty;  MINNIE  ALLEN,  the  Little  Vol- 
cano of  Mirth:  GRACE  CAMERON:  BOt'ND- 
ING  PATTERSONS:  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION 
PICTURES.  Last  Week  EDMOND  HAYES  & 
Co.  in  "The  Piano  Movers." 

Evening  prices.  10c,  25c,  50c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays!, 
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The  Comedy  of  Happiness 

POMANDER  WALK 

By  Louis  N.  Parker 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


September  7,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Mrs.  O.  H.  P.  Belmont  has  not  been  quite 
so  conspicuous  as  usual  the  last  few  months. 
We  have  looked  in  vain  for  the  customary 
interviews,  and  when  we  have  scanned  the 
ranks  of  the  advancing  feminine  hosts  we 
have  seen  nothing  of  the  white  orifiamme  of 
war  which  once  inspired  the  friends  of  the 
great  cause  and  struck  dismay  to  the  hearts 
of  its  foes.  But  now  we  know  the  reason 
for  this  apparent  slackness.  Mrs.  Belmont 
has  had  no  time  to  advocate  the  suffrage  for 
her  downtrodden  and  silently  suffering  sex. 
She  has  been  too  busy  doing  something  to 
help  women. 

In  point  of  fact  Mrs.  Belmont  has  been 
doing  her  own  shopping.  Every  morning  she 
visits  the  Newport  stores,  selects  the  goods 
that  she  needs,  prices  them,  and  orders  them 
to  be  sent  home.  Then  she  pays  the  bills 
after  duly  comparing  them  with  the  quota- 
tions  entered  in  her  housekeeping  book. 

Of  course  no  real  lady  would  carry  on  in 
such  a  way  as  this.  That,  at  least,  is  the 
opinion  of  the  chef,  the  butler,  and  all  the 
other  household  grafters  whose  greedy  and 
itching  palms  are  always  extended  for  the 
commissions  and  the  percentages  readily 
enough  allowed  by  the  storekeepers  and  as 
readi'.y  added  to  the  monthly  bills. 

"The  system  of  graft  by  which  the  servants 
profit  at  the  expense  of  their  employers  is 
all  wrong."  said  Mrs.  Belmont.  "It  is  simply 
another  indication  of  the  utter  indifference 
too  many  women  show  in  regard  to  really  im- 
important  problems.  If  rich  people  of  the 
city  are  willing  to  pay  twice  what  food  is 
really  worth,  because  of  their  indifference  to 
the  way  their  households  are  conducted,  it 
seems  to  me  it  is  another  indication  of  the 
demoralization  of  a  certain  class  of  the  com- 
munitv." 


A  writer  in  the  Gentlewoman  is  inclined  to 
deplore  the  gradual  disappearance  of  what 
may  be  called  the  mourning  habit.  It  began 
to  be  unpopular  in  England  after  the  death 
of  Queen  Victoria,  who  created  a  sort  of 
cult  of  widowhood  and  to  whom  the  misery 
of  bereavement  was  a  kind  of  virtue.  The 
Duchess  of  Albany,  who  has  been  a  widow 
for  nearly  thirty  years,  still  wears  a  species 
of  mourning,  but  no  one  follows  her  example. 
Nowadays  it  is  only  the  corpse  who  thinks  it 
necessary  to  stay  at  home,  and  as  for  per- 
petual widowhood,  it  has  gone  entirely  out  of 
fashion.  Queen  Victoria  never  specifically 
condemned  a  second  marriage,  but  it  was  gen- 
erally understood  that  a  second  venture  was 
fatal  to  the  chance  of  court  invitations.  If 
you  were  not  actually  plunged  into  an  exter- 
nal and  hopeless  sorrow  by  the  loss  of  your 
spouse  it  was  the  part  of  wisdom  to  seem  so. 

But  all  that  is  now  a  thing  of  the  past.  In- 
deed it  has  become  positively  unfashionable 
to  adopt  any  of  the  conventional  signs  of 
mourning,  to  seclude  one's  self,  or  to  wear, 
weeds  or  crepe.  And  there  seems  to  be  no 
reason  why  we  should  deplore  a  change  that 
is  at  least  in  the  direction  of  sincerity.  Per- 
sons who  are  actually  mourning  will  naturally 
keep  away  from  the  giddy  throng,  but  it  is 
hard  to  say  why  there  should  be  any  virtue 
in  pretending  to  a  grief  that  is  not  felt.  In^ 
point  of  fact  there  is  always  a  suggestion  of 
vulgarity  about  conventional  mourning  of  any 
kind,  and  when  vulgarity  and  hypocrisy  go 
hand  in  hand  the  combination  is  a  peculiarly 
ugly   one. 

Mrs.  Margaret  Graham  of  New  York  is' 
described  as  a  wealthy  leader  of  society  who 
is  much  interested  in  the  well-being  of  young 
working  girls.  Personally  we  do  not  under-! 
stand  how  she  can  work  at  both  these  jobs, 
and  still  keep  within  the  eight-hour  law,  but 
that  is  her  affair  and  not  ours. 

Now  Mrs.  Graham  is  disturbed  because  the 
working  girl  is  willing  to  give  so  much  for, 
the  clothes  she  wears.  Obviously  she  can 
not  cam  the  price  of  these  clothes  in  the 
ordinary  and  conventional  ways,  and  as  she 
must  have  the  clothes  in  assertion  of  the  di- 
yine  principle  of  human  equality  she  is  apt  to 
gel  the  money  in  unconventional  ways  and  by 
the  sale  of  something  that  ought  never  to  be 
sold  ;,t  nil.  Mrs.  Graham  knows  of  families 
whose  whole  life  is  a  slavery  to  keep  the 
daughter  supplied  with  the  fripperies  that 
form  her  whole  gospel  of  existence,  and  they 
do  this  in  order  that  the  girl  may  not  be 
forced  to  get  the  money  for  herself  by  those 
ways  thru  arc  always  and  fatally  open  to  her. 
Obviously  something  ought  to  be  done  about 
this. 

Bui  it  must  be  admitted  that  Mrs.  Graham 
herseU  is  lamentably  unhelpful.  Her  diag- 
nosis, SO  far  as  it  is  disclosed  in  a  printed 
interview,  is  just  what  we  mighl  expect  from 
a  woman  who  leads  society  and  mourns  for 
the  wnrku.R  girl  at  the  same  time.  She  says 
thai  the  evil  is  Hue  to  the  woman  of  wealth 
wno  sets  bad  example  of  costly  dressing 
and  lo  the'  greedy  manufacturer  who  pro- 
duces rubbishy  imitations  of  those  costly 
dresses  that  tempi  the  working  girl  from  the 
I'M'  of  \irinc  on  $8  a  week  into  other  paths 
where  tin-  rewards  are  so  much  greater. 

No,  Mrs.  Graham,  the  evil  is  nol  there  a.' 
all.  The  real  evil  is  in  the  attempted  aboli- 
tion of  caste  I'.y  modern  democracy,  caste  be- 
ing a  law  n(  God  and  an  unabnlishable  fact 
11  U    you    try    to    legislate    red    hair 

i"it'     you    will    do    no    more    thai! 


stimulate  the  dye  trade,  but  the  red  hair  will 
show  at  the  roots  just  as  much  as  ever.  De- 
clare all  human  beings  to  be  equal  and  you 
can  not  make  them  equal,  but  you  will  spur 
them  to  move  heaven  and  earth  to  seem  equal 
and  they  will  sell  their  virtue  to  get  the 
money  to  do  it  with.  Why,  Mrs.  Graham, 
we  are  all  doing  the  same  thing— just  selling 
our  virtue  in  order  to  seem  equal.  The  poli- 
tician does  it,  the  clergyman  does  it,  the  law- 
yer does  it,  and  the  working  girl  does  it. 
They  are  somewhat  different  kinds  of  virtue, 
but  they  amount  to  the  same  thing  in  the  end 
and  all  the  little  souls  come  out  the  same 
color  in  the  wash.  Mrs.  Graham  tells  us  that 
the  foreign  girl  comes  to  New  York  and  goes 
to  work  with  a  shawl  over  her  head.  Her 
caste  always  did  this  in  the  old  country. 
There  was  no  shame,  no  reproach  about  it. 
And  it  takes  her  about  four  days  to  learn 
the  lesson  of  equality  which  demands  a  hat, 
a  gaudy  one,  a  costly  one,  and  the  hat  must 
be  paid  for.  And  then  we  talk  about  the 
"blessings"  of  equality  that  have  turned  an 
honest  girl  who  wears  the  shawl  of  her  caste 
into  a  girl  of  easy  virtue  who  wears  the  hat 
of  equality.  It  is  not  because  of  the  folly 
of  the  girl  that  she  yearns  for  that  hat.  It 
is  because  of  the  folly  of  a  system  that  rep- 
resents equality  to  her  as  a  desirable  thing 
and  then  compels  her  to  pay  for  that  equality 
with  her  virtue. 

The  women  bathers  at  the  Los  Angeles 
watering  places  are  angry  because  of  the  ordi- 
nances requiring  them  to  clothe  themselves 
in  certain  specified  ways.  They  say  that  if 
the  men  who  make  these  ordinances  would 
only  try  to  swim  in  skirts  they  would  be  a 
little  more  merciful  on  the  modern  bathing 
costume,  and  so  there  is  another  woman's 
grievance  and  the  treble  voice  of  complaint 
is  once  more  loud  in  the  land. 

Now  we  have  not  visited  these  Los  Ange- 
les bathing  resorts  and  so  we  can  not  speak 
from  experience  as  to  their  costumes.  But 
if  the  woman  wet  is  as  anxious  to  display 
herself  as  is  the  woman  dry  we  can  quite  be- 
lieve that  the  spectacle  must  be  one  to  stir 
the  blood.  None  the  less  we  are  well  aware 
that  the  average  ordinance-making  male  is  a 
silly  ass  and  that  the  Los  Angeles  variety  is 
the  silliest  and  the  most  asinine  of  the  lot. 
The  indecency  of  the  women  bathers  is  prob- 
ably well  matched  by  the  prurient  nastiness  of 
the  male  lawmakers. 

But  we  were  under  the  impression  that 
women  had  votes  in  Los  Angeles.  They  do 
here.  And  we  were  given  to  understand  that 
women  would  right  their  own  grievances  at 
the  ballot-box.  If  there  is  any  hardship  in 
these  bathing  regulations  why  is  it  not  recti- 
fied by  electoral  means?  How  is  it  that  we 
still  hear  the  old  complaints  about  man-made 
laws  and  the  injustice  of  governing  women  by 
male  votes?  If  these  women  bathers  are  dis- 
criminated against  why  don't  they  get  some 
clothing  on  and  hurry  to  the  polling  booth  ? 
The  explanation  is  simple  enough.  The 
vast  bulk  of  women  who  don't  bathe  in  pub- 
lic, who  bathe  only  under  those  domestic  con- 
ditions where  no  costume  at  all  is  needed  and 
where  the  only  garment  is  one  of  privacy 
would  vote  them  down  with  absolute  una- 
nimity and  glad  to  do  it.  It  will  be  a  long 
time  before  women  bestir  themselves  to  re- 
move a  feminine  grievance  that  is  not  their 
own  personal  affair. 


When  we  heard  that  the  Infante  Eulalie  of 
Spain  had  written  a  book  in  which  she  gave 
expression  to  the  yearnings  of  her  sex  for 
liberty,  and  for  the  higher  life,  we  knew  at 
once  what  to  expect.  We  felt  sure  that  there 
was  a  rift  in  the  domestic  lute  and  that  an- 
nouncements of  an  interesting  kind  might  be 
expected  almost  at  any  moment.  It  may  be 
taken  as  an  axiom  that  as  soon  as  a  woman 
begins  to  aspire  for  freedom,  for  self-expres- 
sion, and  for  those  lofty  attitudes  that  are 
the  proper  home  of  her  soul  she  is  medi- 
tating a  breach  of  the  Seventh  Command- 
ment. When  a  man  steps  momentarily  from 
the  narrow  path  of  marital  rectitude — there 
have  been  such  cases — he  does  so  because  he 
wants  to.  But  a  woman  is  always  actuated 
by  sentiments  so  exalted,  by  aspirations  so 
fervent    as    to    disarm    criticism. 

So  when  the  Infante  Eulalie  began  to 
yearn  in  print,  when  her  lily-white  soul  be- 
gan to  flutter  against  the  bars,  we  turned  her 
up  in  "Who's  Who"  and  found  that  her  hus- 
band was  Prince  Antoine  of  Orleans.  "Who's 
Who"  never  says  anything  about  the  other 
point  of  the  triangle,  about  the  tertium  quid, 
but  we  knew  that  he  was  there  somewhere 
in  the  background  and  that  Prince  Antoine 
had  outlived  his  usefulness  and  was  likely  to 
be  recalled.  Now  comes  a  common,  vulgar 
press  dispatch  and  tells  us  all  about  it.  Eu- 
lalie, it  seems,  wishes  to  be  a  French  citizen, 
not  because  of  any  passionate  admiration  for 
the  French  people,  but  simply  because  di- 
vorce is  lawful  in  France  and  unlawful  in 
Spain.  The  good  lady,  we  are  told,  has  at 
last  found  the  only  man  in  the  world  whom 
she  can  really  love.  He  is  a  Frenchman  of 
letters,  and  if  she  can  but  succeed  in  chang- 
ing her  nationality  from  Spanish  to  French 
there  will  then  be  no  obstacle  between  two 
fond  hearts  that  beat  as  one  and  a  final  blow 
will  be  struck  for  the  good,  the  beautiful, 
and  the  true.  Nothing  can  exceed  the  facility 
wilh  which  a  feminine  whim  can  be  trans- 
lated into  a  great  moral  crusade. 


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East,  North  and  South 

Pullman  Equipment  of  latest  design  includ- 
ing Library,   Clubroom,  Ladies'   Parlor, 
Rotunda-Observation  and  Dining  Cars. 
Electric  lighted  throughout. 

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THE  LARK 


"ERRY 
STA. 

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7:40  p.  m. 

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V. 

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7:35  p.  m. 

32     " 

9:00  p.  m. 

34     " 

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1  TOWNSEND 


7:40  p.  m. 
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14  hours 


THE  OWL 


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14  ho 


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T  T  A  1         ARCADE 

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Arrives  Chicago 


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12:20  noon      26  hours 
10:45  a.  m.      71    " 

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New  Orleans  and  New  York 
Washington  -  Sunset  Route  Service 


SUNSET  EXPRESS 


T  C  T?  THIRD    AND      A    AA 

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Arrives  Los  Angeles 

8:45  a.  m. 

16  hours 

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9:30  p.  m. 

77     " 

Arrives  Houston 

6:00  a.  m. 

84     " 

Arrives  New  Orleans 

6:25  p.  m. 

96     " 

Arrives  Washington 

6:30  a.  m. 

1-32     " 

Arrives  New  York 

12:16  noon 

138     " 

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8:00  p.  m. 

145     " 

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Parlor,  Rotunda  -  Observation  and  Dining  Cars,  this  train 
carries  Reclining  Chair  Car  and  Tourist  Sleepers. 

Southern  Pacific 

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September  7,   1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


157 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


At  a  dinner  a  married  man  praised  the 
beauty  of  the  Atlantic  City  girls.  Then,  with 
a  foolish  chuckle,  he  added  :  "I  had  an  aw- 
ful bunch  of  them  after  me  when  I  was  down 
there  on  my  vacation."  The  lady  beside  hirn 
looked  at  him  coldly  and  retorted:  "Dear 
me!     They  must  have  been  an  awful  bunch  !" 


In  moonshine  districts,  where  the  whisky 
looks  like  water  and  is  drunk  like  water, 
strange  ideas  prevail  as  to  what  intoxication 
really  is.  In  a  village  one  Saturday  after- 
noon, a  man  lay  in  the  boiling  sun  in.  the 
middle  of  the  road  with  an  empty  bottle  by 
his  side.  "He's  drunk ;  lock  hira  up,"  the 
sheriff  said.  But  a  woman  interposed  hastily 
"No,  he  aint  drunk,"  she  said.  "I  jest  seen 
his  fingers  move." 


When    Lord    B died    a   person    met    an 

old  man  who  was  one  of  his  most  intimate 
friends.  He  was  pale,  confused,  awe-stricken. 
Every  one  was  trying  to  console  him,  but  in 
vain.  "His  loss,"  he  exclaimed,  "does  not 
affect  me  so  much  as  his  horrible  ingratitude. 
Would  you  believe  it?  He  died  without  leav- 
ing me  anything  in  his  will — I,  who  have  dined 
with  him  at  his  own  house  three  times  a 
week  for  thirty  years  1" 


One  scorching  day,  when  his  comrades  were 
nearly  prostrated,  he  was  seen  carrying  his 
own  gun  and  another  man's,  two  cartridge 
belts,  two  knapsacks,  and  a  dog.  The  colonel 
stopped  him.  "Look  here,  you  marched  all 
yesterday  and  you  fought  all  last  night,"  the 
colonel  said.  "Yes,  sir,"  said  the  young  sol- 
dier, respectfully.  "Well,  then,  what  are  you 
carrying  that  dog  for?"  "Because,  colonel," 
said  the  soldier,   "the  dog's  tired." 


Dr.  George  Draper,  of  the  Rockefeller  In- 
stitute, discussing  woman's  work  in  the  world, 
said :  "And  this,  mind  you,  leaves  child- 
bearing  out  of  count.  Two  women  sat  one 
day  on  a  wind-swept  ocean  pier.  The  first 
woman  had  three  beautiful  children,  the  other 
was  childless.  The  childless  woman,  gazing 
wistfully  out  over  the  tumbling  blue  water, 
said:  'I'd  give  ten  years  of  my  life  to  have 
three  such  children  as  yours.'  'Well,  three 
children  cost  about  that,'  the  other  woman 
answered  gravely." 


An  admiring  constituent  gave  Congressman 
Legare  of  South  Carolina  one  of  those  vest- 
pocket  edition  lilliputian  Mexican  dogs  to  take 
home  to  the  children.  Legare — pronounced 
Leg-ree,  by  the  way — was  leading  the  dog 
along  by  a  cotton  string  when  a  South  Caro- 
lina mountaineer  stopped  him.  "Are  it  a 
reg'lar    dog  ?"    the    man    asked.      "Yes,    it's    a 

Ch .      Well,    I    can't   pronounce   the   name 

of  it,"  said  Legare,  "but  it's  some  kind  of  a 
Mexican  dog."  "Just  a  pup,  I  reckon?"  "No, 
it's  full  grown."  "Well,"  opined  the  moun- 
taineer, "that's  the  least  dog  I  ever  seen  at 
one  time." 

They  were  strolling  players — at  least,  that's 
what  they  called  themselves.  Their  talent 
was  as  small  as  their  efforts  were  great.  To 
add  to  this,  they  arrived  at  the  little  country 
town  minus  their  costumes  and  rather  hazy 
as  to  their  lines.  However,  the  performance 
took  place,  albeit  it  was  a  "frost"  of  the 
worst  description.  They  expected  a  fearful 
roasting  from  the  reporter  of  the  paper,  and 
there  was  a  rush  the  next  morning  for  the 
local  sheet.  But,  with  true  hospitality  to 
strangers,   the   following  paragraph    appeared: 

"The  company   appeared  last  night   at" 

the  Town  Hall  in  'East  Lynne.'  The  ventila- 
tion of  the  theatre  was  perfect,  and  the  or- 
chestra rendered  a  number  of  pleasing  selec- 
tions." 


According  to  a  Cincinnati  banker,  who  lives 
at  the  Plaza  Hotel  in  New  York,  an  English 
guest  at  that  hostelry  was  recently  presented 
with  a  bunch  of  handsome  roses.  He  took 
them  to  his  apartments  and  found  no  suit- 
able receptacle.  So  he  placed  them  on  the 
table  and  wrapped  them  in  a  wet  newspaper 
while  waiting  for  the  boy  to  answer  the  bell. 
When  the  youngster  came  the  Briton  said: 
"Bring  me — aw — a  rose  jar."  The  boy  sa- 
luted and  went  away.  After  a  lapse  of  time 
he  returned.  "Beg  pardon,  sir,"  said  he,  "but 
what  was  it  you  wanted.  He  didn't  under- 
stand."    "I  want  a  rose  jar — aw "  said  the 

Englishman  very  distinctly.  "A  rose  jar — 
aw.  Quite  so."  The  boy  went  away  again. 
In    due    time    he    returned    bearing   something 


in  his  hand.  "The  bartender,"  said  he, 
"thinks  mebbe  you've  got  mixed  on  the  names 
of  these  American  drinks.  He  says  he  thinks 
you  meant  a  mint  julep." 


A  prominent  society  woman  recently  adver- 
tised for  a  cook  and  a  waitress,  "German  or 
Scandinavian  sisters  preferred."  Shortly  be- 
fore the  time  for  the  arrival  of  the  appli- 
cants, a  well-dressed  young  colored  girl  ap- 
peared. "I  came  in  answer  to  the  adver- 
tisement, ma'am,"  she  said.  "I'd  like  to  do 
chamberwork  or  waiting."  "I  advertised  for 
Germans  or  Scandinavians,"  replied  the  mis- 
tress. "Yes,  I  know,  ma'am,"  said  the  colored 
girl,  "but  you  didn't  say  whether  white  or 
black,   ma'am." 

The  Hon.  Champ  Clark  was  much  edified  to 
overhear  the  following  colloquy  on  a  railway 
train  on  one  occasion  when  he  was  on  his 
way  to  open  a  political  campaign :  "Time 
was,"  observed  one  passenger,  "when  we  had 
our  county  so  well  in  hand  that  we  could 
elect  a  brindle  pup  to  any  office  we  chose  to 
nominate  him  for."  "And  you  can't  do  it 
now?"  asked  a  second  passenger.  "I  should 
say  not.  The  other  fellows  have  beaten  us 
horribly  in  the  last  two  elections."  "To  what 
do  you  attribute  the  change?"  "My  friend,' 
said  the  first  passenger  convincingly,  "I  have 
about  reached  the  conclusion  that  the  reason 
is  because  when  we  had  the  power  we  elected 
too  many  brindle  pups." 


Russell  Hastings  Millward,  the  explorer  and 
author,  whose  recent  discoveries  in  Guate- 
mala have  aroused  much  interest,  was  being 
quizzed  the  other  day  by  a  friend  about  life 
on  the  Isthmus.  Millward  happened  to  men- 
tion the  fact  that  in  many  Central  American 
cities  there  was  a  novel  system  in  vogue  for 
the  collection  of  bills.  The  official  collectors, 
clad  in  uniforms  with  brass  buttons,  much 
scarlet  and  gold  braid,  are  put  on  the  trail 
of  a  creditor  and  follow  the  unlucky  one  day 
after  day  until  he  gives  up  in  despair  and 
pays  the  bill.  The  friend  was  duly  impressed. 
"Great  heavens !"  he  exclaimed,  "think  of 
what  havoc  that  would  work  in  New  York. 
Why,  Broadway  would  look  like  an  Austrian 
parade  ground." 


THE   MERRY  MUSE. 


Jimmy's  Diagnosis. 
My    pa    says,    "Step    lively,    son, 

An'  do  as  you  are  bid." 
My    sister,    too,   th'   biggest   one, 

Calls  out,    "I  want  you,  kid." 
Ma  wants  some  kindlin'  from  below, 

Or   somethin'   else   like   that, 
An'  grandpa's  goin'  out,  and  so 

I've  got  to  hunt  his  hat! 

If  I  start  out  to  go   an'  play — 

It  doesn't  matter  when — 
Somebody,  'fore  I  git  away 

Will   call  me   back  again; 
An"  when  they  git  me  back,  about 

Th'  only  thing  they  do 
Is  look  at  me  an'  holler  out, 

"I've  got  a  job  fer  you!" 

It  makes  no  cliff* runce  how  I  try. 

Them  jobs  is  never  done, 
'Cause  'fore  I  git  one  finished,  why, 

They  find  another  one. 
An'  if  I  leave  some  doggone  task 

An'  go  to  play  instid, 
They  all  say  they're  surprised  an'  ask, 

"Whatever  ails  th'   kid?" 

You  bet  I  know  what  ails  me,  too — 

I  aint  no   reg'lar  dunce! 
They  always  want  that  I  should  do 

Too  many  jobs  to  once. 
Eut  I  don't  see  why  they  should  call 

Me   "lazybones."     Well,  yes, 
Th'  thing  that  ails  me  most  of  ail 

Is  too  much   folks,    I  guess. 

— New  York  Globe. 


One  Conjecture. 
Who  nominates  the  candidates 

At  national  conventions? 
And  who's  the  gent  benevolent 

Who  pays    the   soldiers'   pensions? 

What   hardy   soul    attained    the  pole, 

And   who   defeated   Spain? 
And  who's  the  guy,  when  fields  are  dry, 

That    brings    the   needed    rain? 

Who  rules  the  land  with  guiding  hand 

When   things  are  at   their  worst? 
Who  pays  our  bills  and  cures  our  ills? 
.      Why — William   Did    More  Hearst. 

— Chicago  Tribune. 

The  Apathetic  Citizen. 
There  was  a  young  fellow  of  Cadiz 
Who  said,  "What  a  blessing  Free  Trade  is; 
But  it's  not  my  ambition 
To  turn  politician — 
So  let's  go  and  talk  to  the  ladies." 

— "A   Lyltcl  Bookc   of  Nonsense." 


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September  7,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social   happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San   Francisco   will  be  found  in 
the  following  department : 

The  engagement  of  Miss  Hazel  Palmanteer  of 
Oakland  to  Mr.  C.  Ewald  Grunsky,  Jr.,  of  this 
city  has  been  announced.  Miss  Palmanteer  is  the 
daughter  of  Mrs.  William  Palmanteer  and  the 
late  Mr.  William  Palmanteer  and  a  sister  of  Mrs. 
Frederick  Snowden  of  Watsonville  and  Miss  Ethel 
Palmanteer.  Mr.  Grunsky  is  the  son  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  C.  E.  Grunsky  and  a  nephew  of  Mr.  Frank 
H.    Powers. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Miriam  McNear  and  Mr. 
Leo  Korbel  will  take  place  today  at  the  home  in 
Petaluma  of  the  bride's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  McNear.  Miss  Amy  Scoville  of  New  York 
will  be  maid  of  honor,  and  the  bridesmaids  will  be 
the  Misses  Amylita  Talbot  of  Washington,  D.  C., 
Christine  McNab  of  this  city,  and  Louise  McNear, 
a  sister  of  the  bride.  Upon  their  return  from 
their  wedding  trip  Mr.  Korbel  and  his  bride  will 
reside  in   Korbel,    Marin   County. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Marian  Miller  and  Mr. 
Bernard  Waterlow  Ford  will  take  place  at  noon 
Wednesday,  September  11,  at  the  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue  of  Miss  Miller's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
C.  O.  G.- Miller.  Miss  Leslie  Miller  will  be  her 
sister's  maid  of  honor,  and  the  bridesmaids  will  be 
Miss  Laura  Baldwin  and  Miss  Ernestine  McNear. 
Mr.  Ford  will  be  attended  by  his  brother,  Mr. 
Sidney  Waterlow  Ford. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  Sprague  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  the  marriage  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Isabelle  Donahue  Sprague,  and  Mr.  William  Henry 
Pool  of  New  York,  on  Thursday,  September  19, 
at  half  after  four  o'clock,  in  Menlo  Park. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Adeline  Belcher,  daughter 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  Belcher  of  Marysville, 
to  Mr.  Ralph  Wheeler  McCormick  will  take  place 
on  the  evening  of  September  16  at  the  Palace 
Hotel  in  this  city,  in  the  presence  of  relatives  and 
intimate  friends.  Mr.  McCormick  belongs  to  an 
old  family  of  Alameda,  and  both  young  people  are 
well  known  here  and  in  Northern  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Thomas  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Gertrude  Thomas,  gave  a  dinner-dance 
Tuesday  evening  in  Ross,  complimentary  to  Miss 
Marian  Miller  and  Mr.  Bernard  Ford. 

Miss  Miller  was  recently  the  guest  of  honor  at 
a  tea  given  by  Miss  Elva  de  Pue. 

Miss  Cora  Jane  Flood  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
at  her  home  on  Broadway  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Charles 
B.  Alexander  of  New  York. 

Mrs.  Elliott  McAllister  entertained  a  number  of 
young  people  at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  in  San 
Mateo  complimentary  to  Miss  Marian  Wise. 

Miss  Hannah  Dubois  gave  a  bridge-tea  Thursday 
at  her  home  on   Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  entertained  at 
a  dinner  in  honor  of  Mrs.  W.  D.  Tenny  of  Hono- 
lulu. 

Mrs.  Tenny  was  the  complimented  guest  at  a 
luncheon  Friday,  when  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Pruett  was 
hostess. 

Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Knight  also  gave  a  luncheon 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Tenny. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  R.  Sweeney  gave  a  dinner 
and  theatre  party  last  week  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
Eleanor  Martin. 

Mrs.  William  Reding  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Lillian  Whitney,  were  hostesses  at  a  tea  compli- 
mentary to  Mrs.  Ernest  Stillman  of  New  York. 

Miss  Helen  Nicol  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  tea  yesterday  at  her  home  in  Berke- 
ley. 

Miss  Loraine  Plum  was  hostess  Wednesday  at 
a  tea  in  honor  of  Miss  Dorothy  Berry  and  Miss 
Kathryn  Irvine. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Garritt  gave  a  dinner  Fri- 
day evening  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  and 
entertained  fifteen  friends  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Helen  Garritt.  Following  the  dinner  they  at- 
tended the  dance  given  at  New  Place  by  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker,  in  honor  of  Miss  Mary 
Alexander  of  New   York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  also  gave  a  din- 
ner preceding  the  dance. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sidney  V.  Smith  gave  a  dinner 
Wednesday  evening  at  their  home  on  California 
Street,  complimentary  to  Miss  Innes  Spotts 
Keeney  and  her  fiance,  Mr.  Willard  C.  Chamber- 
lin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  Lilburn  Eyre  gave  an 
informal  dance  Monday  evening  in  Menlo  Park 
and  entertained  the  young  friends  of  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Edward  L.  Eyre,  Jr.,  and  Atherton 
Eyre. 

Mr.  Edmonds  Lyman  was  host  last  week  at  a 
moonlight    picnic    in    Burlingame. 

Mr.  George  H.  Howard,  Jr.,  gave  a  similar 
affair   Sunday  evening  in    Burlingame. 

Mr.      Motmtford     S.     Wilson,     Jr.,     entertained 
twenty  of  his  friends  Monday  evening  at  a  picnic. 
Mrs.  John  Breckenridge  was  hostess  last  week  at 
a  dinner   at   Pebble   Beach    Lodge   in   Monterey. 

The  members  of  the  Lagunitas  Country  Club 
entertained  a  large  number  of  guests  at  a  dance 
Saturday  evening. 

Mrs.    Francis    Mead    gave    a    bridge-tea    recently 


at  her  home  in  San  Diego  in  honor  of  Miss  Made- 
lame  Clay  of  Fruitvale  and  Miss  Grace  Gibson 
of  this  «ity,  who  are  spending  several  weeks  in 
Coronado. 

Mr.  Joseph  Quay  was  host  at  a  dinner  last 
week  at   the   Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Carter  Kirkwood  will  give 
a  musicale  at  their  home  in  Mountain  View  in 
honor  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marshall  Williams  and 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    Marion    Rice    Kirkwood. 

Mrs.  Lea  Febiger  and  her  daughter,  Mrs.  Cecil 
Mortimer  Marrack,  were  hostesses  at  a  tea  at 
their  home  in  the  Presidio. 

The  first  concert  to  be  given  by  the  St.  Francis 
Musical  Art  Society  will  take  place  Tuesday  even- 
ing, October  15.  Among  the  artists  who  will  ap- 
pear at  the  concerts  this  season  are  Mr.  Riccardo 
Martin  of  the  Metropolitan  Opera  Company,  Mme. 
Gadski,  Mme.  Alice  Nielson,  Mme.  Sembrich,  and 
Mme.    Gerville-Reach. 

The  Associated  Charities  gave  a  luncheon  Thurs- 
day at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis.  Dr.  Richard  Cabot 
of  the  Massachusetts  General  Hospital  gave  an 
address  on  "Social  Service." 

Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and  from   this   city   and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Calif  ornians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan,  who  recently  re- 
turned from  Europe,  left  Burlingame  Monday  to 
spend  several  weeks  in  their  country  home,  Beau- 
lieu,   in  Santa  Clara  County. 

Mrs.  James  A.  Robinson  and  Miss  Elena  Robin- 
son have  closed  their  home  in  Woodside  and  are 
established  in  an  apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue 
near  Webster   Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  C.  Wilson  and  their  chil- 
dren have  returned  from  Menlo  Park  and  are  oc- 
cupying their   home   on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  Lane  Leonard  and  her  little  daughter  have 
returned  from  Wyntoon,  on  the  McCloud  River, 
where  they  have  been  spending  several  weeks  with 
Mrs.   Hearst. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  August  Schilling,  the  Misses  Elsa 
Schilling  and  Beatrice  Simpson,  and  Mr.  Hubert 
Mee  have  returned  from  the  Yellowstone  Park. 

Dr.  Joseph  M.  Flint  and  Mrs.  Flint  (formerly 
Miss  Anne  Apperson),  of  New  Haven,  Connecti- 
cut, returned  last  week  from  Wyntoon,  on  the  Mc- 
Cloud River,  and  spent  a  few  days  at  the  Fair- 
mont Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pierre  Moore  have  returned  from 
Lake  Tahoe   and   are  again  in   Belvedere. 

The  Misses  Cora  and  Frederika  Otis  have  re- 
turned from  San  Mateo,  where  they  were  the 
guests  of  Mr.   and  Mrs.  Elliott  McAllister. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  and  Mr.  Patrick 
Calhoun,  Jr.,  have  returned  to  their  home  in 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  after  having  spent  a  month  in 
this    city. 

Mrs.  George  H.  Hellman  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Mary  Hellman,    have   returned  from   St.  Helena. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ernest  Stillman  have  returned 
to  their  home  in  New  York  after  a  visit  of  sev- 
eral weeks  with  relatives  and  friends.  Mrs.  Still- 
man, who  was  formerly  Miss  Mildred  Whitney,  is 
the  daughter  of  Mrs.  William  Reding  of  this 
city. 

Miss  Alice  Mullins  of  London  is  visiting  Mrs. 
John  Rodgers  Clark  at  her  home  on  Gough  Street. 

Mrs.  Henry  J.  Crocker  returned  to  Cloverdale 
Thursday  after  a  few  days'  visit  at  her  town 
house.  Miss  Marian  Crocker  spent  last  week  with 
Mrs.  Perry  Eyre  in  Menlo  Park  and  is  now  the 
guest  of   Miss   Gertrude  Thomas  in   Ross. 

Mr.  Austin  Moore  left  recently  for  the  East 
and  will  return  the  latter  part  of  this  month  to 
establish  himself  in  business. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wellington  Gregg  and  their  daugh- 
ters, the  Misses  Enid  and  Ethel  Gregg,  have  re- 
turned   from    Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Hayes  Smith  left  Mon- 
terey recently  for  Coronado,  where  they  will  be 
joined    by   Mrs.    Smith's   sister,    Miss   Helen    Nicol. 

Miss  Helen  Keeney  and  Miss  Gertrude  Hopkins 
spent  the  week-end  in  Burlingame  as  the  guests 
of  Mr.   and   Mrs.    Mountford   S.   Wilson. 

Miss  Harriet  Pomeroy  has  returned  home  after 
an  absence  of  six  months,  during  which  time  she 
has  traveled  extensively  in  Europe.  Miss  Pomeroy 
will  be  a  debutante  of  the  season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nathaniel  T.  Messer  have  re- 
turned from  a  motor  trip  through  Southern  Cali- 
fornia. 

Mrs.  John  Breckenridge  of  Paris  came  up  from 
Monterey  and  spent  a  few  days  in  town. 

Mrs.  John  Landers  has  returned  from  Mon- 
terey, where  she  has  been  visiting  her  son-in-law 
and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs.   Vincent  Whitney. 

Senator  George  C.  Perkins  has  returned  from 
Washington,    D.    C. 

Mr.  William  R.  Wheeler  returned  last  week 
from  Washington,  D.  C,  and  has  joined  Mrs. 
Wheeler  at  their  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mr.  Ulysses  S.  Grant,  Jr.,  of  San  Diego,  spent 
last  week  in  town  and  was  a  guest  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  Percy  Moore  and  her  little  daughter  have 
returned  from  Miramar,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the  summer. 

Miss  Li  lias  Wheeler  returned  last  week  from 
Poughkeepsie,  New  York,  where  she  has  been 
visiting  relatives,   and  has  joined  her  parents,   Mr. 


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All  the  other  ingredients  in  our  won- 
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and  Mrs.  Charles  Stetson  Wheeler,  at  their  coun- 
try   home.    The    Bend,    on    the    McCloud    River. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander  and  Miss 
Mary  Alexander  left  last  week  for  New  York. 
The  Misses  Harriet  and  Janetta  Alexander  did 
not  accompany  their  parents.  They  have  gone  to 
the  Yosemite  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  Morse. 

Miss  Doris  Wilshire  and  Miss  Lilian  Van  Vorst 
have  returned  from  Fort  Bragg,  where  they  have 
been  visiting  Mr.    and   Mrs.    Otis  Johnson. 

Miss  Lydia  Hopkins  has  recently  been  the  guest 
of  Mr.  and   Mrs.    Lorenzo  Avenali. 

Miss  Ruth  Winslow  spent  the  week-end  in  Bur- 
lingame with  Mr.   and  Mrs.   Harry  N.   Stetson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  have  returned  to 
Burlingame  after  a  visit  in   Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Pickering  and  their 
daughter,  Miss  Rhoda  Pickering,  have  been  spend- 
ing a  few  days  in  Paso   Robles. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Egbert  Stone  and  the  Misses  Har- 
riet and  Marion  Stone  have  gone  to  Monterey  to 
remain  until  after  the  golf  tournament. 

Mr.  Charles  G.  Lathrop  of  Palo  Alto  is  recov- 
ering from  his  recent  severe  illness. 

Miss  Lillian  Isaacs  of  Chicago  is  the  guest  of 
Mrs.    Louis    McDermott  at   the   Hotel    St.    Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jesse  W.  Lilienthal  have  returned 
to  town  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  San 
Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  Douglas  Whitman  have 
left  for  their  home  in  New  York.  They  have 
been  spending  the  past  week  hunting  in  the 
Klamath   country. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Cunningham  is  confined  to  her 
home  on  Broadway  with  a  threatened  attack  of 
appendicitis. 

Miss  Marian  Zeile  has  returned  from  Ross, 
where  she  has  been  visiting  Miss  Louise  Boyd. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  P.  Bishop  left  last  week 
for  a  motor  trip  through    Lassen   County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Effingham  Sutton  (formerly  Miss 
Maud  Wilson)  have  taken  a  house  on  Pacific  Ave- 
nue, and  will  reside  permanently  in  this  city. 

Mrs.  John  Johns  of  San  Mateo  is  contemplating 
a  trip  to  Europe  and  will  spend  the  winter  on  the 
Riviera. 

Mrs.  B.  J.  Hoffacker  left  Tuesday  evening  for 
Los  Angeles,  where  she  will  spend  a  month  with 
her  son,  Mr.  Edward  Hoffacker. 

Mr.  Oscar  Maurer  has  returned  to  his  home  in 
Berkeley,  and  Mrs.  Maurer,  her  sister,  Mrs.  E.  S. 
Gray,  and  her  mother,  Mrs.  V.  D.  Moody,  are  to 
return  about  October  1.  They  have  been  spending 
the  summer  in  their  cottage  at   Del  Mar. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Howard  C.  Holmes  are  at  the 
St.    Francis   for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker,  Mrs. 
Richard  Hammond,  and  Mr.  Duane  Hopkins  re- 
turned last  week  from  a  few  days'  hunting  trip  in 
Bear  Valley. 

Miss  Minnie  Bertram  Houghton  will  return  next 
month  from  Fenwick,  Connecticut,  where  she  has 
been  spending  the  summer  with  her  sister,  Mrs. 
Morgan    G.    Bulkeley. 

Miss  Florence  Grau  of  Sacramento  is  visiting 
her  brother  and  sister-in-law,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Otto 
Grau. 

Major  Thomas  Q.  Ashburn,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Ashburn  have  returned  to  their  home  in  Seattle 
after  a  visit  with  their  friends  in  this  city  and 
San  Mateo. 

Captain  Matthew  C.  Smith,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Smith  (formerly  Miss  Yetive  Pickering)  will 
spend  several  days  in  this  city  en  route  from 
Washington,  D.  C,  to  Captain  Smith's  new  post, 
Fort  Leavenworth,  Kansas.  Mrs.  Smith  is  the 
daughter  of  Lieutenant-Colonel  Abner  Pickering, 
U.  S.  A.,  who  was  stationed  for  two  years  at  Al- 
catraz. 


Greenbaum  Attractions. 

Manager  Greenbaum  announces  that  he  will 
open  his  concert  season  on  Sunday  afternoon, 
October  13,  presenting  Riccardo  Martin,  the 
famous  dramatic  tenor  of  the  Metropolitan 
Opera  House,  and  the  only  American  tenor 
who  has  won  world  renown  on  the  operatic 
stage,  in  a  combination  concert  with  Rudolf 
Ganz,  the  Swiss  piano  virtuoso,  thus  offering 
two  star  attractions  on  a  single  programme. 
Both  artists  will  appear  in  selected  solo  num- 
bers, and  Mr.  Martin  will  bring  his  own 
accompanist  from  the  Metropolitan  forces. 

Following  this  exceptional  attraction  will 
come  the  United  States  Marine  Band  of 
Washington,  D.  C.,  known  as  the  "President's 
Own,"  for  the  reason  that  ever  since  its  or- 
ganization by  John  Quincy  Adams's  orders  it 
has  been  stationed  at  the  White  House  as  the 
official  band,  assisting  in  all  the  great  public 
functions,  receptions  to  foreign  potentates 
and  ambassadors,  and  in  short  is  at  the  im- 
mediate command  of  the  President  of  the 
United  States  at  any  and  all  times.  It  has 
had  such  famous  conductors  as  Schneider, 
Fanciulli,  and  John  Philip  Sousa,  and  at  pres- 
ent Lieutenant  William  Santellman  is  the  di- 
rector. It  is  just  twenty  years  since  this  band 
enjoyed  its  last  furlough,  at  which  time  it 
played  here  at  the  old  Grand  Opera  House 
under  the  baton  of  Sousa,  who  shortly  there- 
after resigned  to  take  up  the  work  of  the 
famous   Pat   Gilmore. 

As  a  musical  organization  the  Marine  Band 
is  one  of  the  finest  in  America  and  its  solo  per- 
formers are  men  of  international  reputation. 
The  band  will  play  but  five  days  in  California, 
and  Greenbaum  has  secured  three  of  these. 
The  series  will  open  with  an  afternoon  and 
evening  concert  at  the  Greek  Theatre  in 
Berkeley,  at  the  special  invitation  of  the  Mu- 
sic and  Dramatic  Committee  of  the  Uni- 
versity, of  which  Professor  William  Dallam 
Armes  is  the  chairman,  after  which  two  days 
will  be  devoted  to  concerts  in  San  Francisco. 
From  here  the  big  organization  of  over  sixty 
goes  direct  to  Los  Angeles,  with  a  possible 
single  concert  in  Fresno. 

The  final  attraction  to  be  offered  in  Oc- 
tober will  be  Mme.  Johanna  Gadski,  the  grea; 
Wagnerian  star,  and  one  of  the  few  artists 
equally  brilliant  on  the  concert  and  operatic 
stages. 

Other  attractions   to   be   offered   by   Green- 


baum will  be  as  follows :  Vocal — Mme.  Sem- 
brich, Mme.  Julie  Culp,  Mme.  Gerville-Reach  ; 
Mme.  Clara  Butt  and  Mr.  Kennedy  Rumford 
in  joint  recitals  ;  joint  appearances  of  Mme. 
Corinne  Rider  Ke'.sey  and  Mr.  Claude  Cun- 
ningham. Operatic  attractions — Mme.  Alice 
Neilson,  assisted  by  six  artists  from  the  Bos- 
ton Opera  Company,  by  arrangement  with  Di- 
rector Henry  Russell.  Pianists — Mme.  Yo- 
lande  Mero,  a  Hungarian  virtuosa ;  Leopold 
Godowsky,  Josef  Lhevinne,  Arthur  Friedheim, 
and  the  following  eminent  accompanists  will 
appear  :  Frank  LaForge  with  Mme.  Sembrich  ; 
Edward  Schneider  with  Gadski ;  and  that 
wonderful  artist,  Coenraad  V.  Bos  with  Mme. 
Julie  Culp.  The  list  of  violinists  includes 
Maud  Powell,  Mischa  Elman,  and  Eugen 
Ysaye,  with  the  possibility  of  a  return  of 
Zimbalist. 

The  novelty  of  the  season  will  be  the  grand 
ballet  from  the  Coliseum  in  London,  starring 
Adeline  Genee,  supported  by  Volinin.  A  mag- 
nificent scenic  production  and  symphony  or- 
chestra will  accompany  the  organization, 
which  is  modeled  after  the  lines  of  the  mem- 
orable   Pavlowa-Mordkin    aggregation. 

Other  attractions  in  the  musical  line  are 
being  negotiated  for,  and  in  quite  a  different 
field  the  impresario  will  offer  a  series  of 
"Travelaughs"  by  R.  G.  Knowles,  the  famous 
humorist,  who  was  at  one  time  a  star  in 
vaudeville  as  "The  Man  Who  Made  the  Shah 
Laugh."  During  the  season  there  will  also  be 
some  talks  on  health  and  kindred  subjects  by 
the  celebrated  pure-food  expert,  Dr.  Harvey 
Wiley. 

««»>■ 

The  home  in  San  Mateo  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Christian  de  Guigne,  Jr.,  has  been  brightened 
by  the  advent  of  a  son.     Mrs.  de  Guigne  was 

formerly  Miss  Marie  Louise  Elkins. 


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THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Secretary  of  War  Henry  Lewis  Stimson  ar- 
rived Tuesday  from  Washington.  He  came  to 
San  Francisco  in  his  official  capacity  to  in- 
spect the  military  reservation.  His  plans  in- 
clude a  tour  of  the  Western  department  posts, 
including  the  Yosemite  Valley  reservation. 
With  Secretary  Stimson  came  Brigadier- 
General  George  H.  Tormey.  On  Wednesday 
Secretary  Stimson  visited  the  Presidio  to 
make  formal  inspection.  Colonel  Cornelius 
Gardener,  commander  of  the  Presidio,  ar- 
ranged an  elaborate  reception.  There  was 
later  a  formal  social  and  official  reception  to 
the  visitors  at  the  residence  of  Colonel  Gar- 
dener in  the  reservation,  attended  by  all  the 
field  officers  of  the  post.  There  also  was  a 
reception  at  Fort  Winfield  Scott,  at  the  resi- 
dence of  Colonel  and  Mrs.  John  P.  Wisser. 


William  Guff,  president  of  the  William 
Cluff  Company  and  a  pioneer  merchant  of  San 
Francisco,  died  Tuesday  afternoon  at  his 
country  home  at  Menlo  Park  after  an  illness 
of  several  weeks.  At  his  bedside  when  death 
came  were  his  wife  and  his  four  daughters, 
Mrs.  J.  C.  Wilson,  Mrs.  John  Ereuner,  Mrs. 
Edwin  Janss,  and  Mrs.   Edward  Downey. 


Members  of  the  New  England  Association 
of  California  will  give  a  box  lunch  picnic  on 
the  sands  at  the  Cliff  House  September  9. 
President  Scott  Smith  has  appointed  an  ex- 
position committee,  composed  of  the  follow- 
ing: T.  C.  Coogan,  Obediah  Rich,  F.  H.  Mc- 
Donough,  Miss  Sarah  T.  Hamlin,  and  Mrs. 
Mariner  Campbell.  Their  duties  will  be  to  co- 
operate with  New  England  governors  and 
likewise  Panama-Pacific  International  Exposi- 
tion officials  to  bring  about  the  best  possible 
results.  

Merchants  of  the  Pacific  Slope,  represent- 
ing the  largest  retail  dry  goods  houses  of  the 
coast,  are  in  the  city  for  a  two  days'  stay  as 
the  guests  of  the  San  Francisco  Retail  Dry 
Goods  Association. 


In  the  death  of  Charles  Alpers,  musician 
and  poet,  San  Francisco  has  lost  another  of 
its  historic  characters.  Alpers  was  seventy- 
eight  years  of  age.  As  a  boy  he  was  a  mu- 
sician on  the  flagship  of  Commodore  Perry 
during  the  famous  expedition  to  Japan  in 
1852.  Later  Alpers  was  a  member  of  several 
bands  in  this  city.  He  was  a  familiar  char- 
acter at  political  rallies.  For  thirty  years  Al- 
pers held  the  city  contract  for  sanitary  reduc- 
tion work.  At  the  time  of  his  death  he  had 
a  suit  pending  against  the  city  involving  $50,- 
000.  That  sum  had  been  held  in  escrow  by 
the  city  pending  a  setlement  of  the  litigation. 


Father  Joseph  J.  Conway,  who  died  last 
Saturday,  was  born  in  San  Francisco  and  was 
a  graduate  of  Santa  Clara  College.  He  en- 
tered the  priesthood  after  graduation  from  St. 
Mary's  Seminary,  Baltimore.  Since  returning 
to  California  he  had  been  curate  in  Alameda, 
San  Rafael,  Napa,  and  in  the  Mission  Do- 
lores, Holy  Cross,  and  St.  Charles  in  this  city. 
The  Misses  Anna,  Clara,  and  Eva  Conway, 
sisters,  survive  Father  Conway. 


Secretary  of  the  Interior  Walter  L.  Fisher 
left  San  Francisco  last  Saturday  on  the  Jap- 
anese liner  Chiyo  Marti  for  Honolulu.  The 
object  of  the  trip  to  Honolulu  is  to  investi- 
gate charges  against  Governor  Frear,  who  is 
accused  of  showing  favor  to  plantation  in- 
terests to  the  injury  of  settlers. 


A  union  memorial  service  in  honor  of  Gen- 
eral William  Booth,  founder  and  leader  of 
the  Salvation  Army,  was  held  Sunday  after- 
noon at  the  First  Baptist  Church.  Rev.  Louis 
J.  Sawyer,  president  of  the  San  Francisco 
Church  Federation,  presided  as  chairman. 
Ministers  of  almost  every  denomination  were 
present  and  addressed  the  congregation. 


John  Morrisey  bid  farewell  to  the  Or- 
pheum after  twenty  years'  service  as  manager 
last  Thursday  night,  August  29,  the  Elks' 
brotherhood  assisting  in  the  ceremonies. 
Thomas  Hickey  of  San  Francisco  Lodge  No. 
3  made  eulogistic  remarks  about  the  distin- 
guished guest  of  the  evening,  and  with  calls 
for  "Morrisey"  the  veteran  manager  was 
dragged  on  the  stage  to  receive  the  testi- 
monials. First  there  was  a  silver  loving  cup 
from  the  Orpheum  management,  a  silver 
service  from  the  Orpheum  employees  and  a 
big  silver  set  for  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Morrisey 
from  the  Elks.  Mrs.  Morrisey  is  an  hon- 
orary member  of  No.  3,  and  from  her  seat  in 
the  sixth  row  she  witnessed  the  ovation  being 
given  her  husband.  Morrisey  started  to 
make  a  speech  of  thanks,  but  words  failed 
him  at  times.  Waving  handkerchiefs  and 
cheers  finally  brought  back  his  self-composure 
and  he  was  able  to  phrase  a  few  heartfelt  sen- 
tences of  thanks.  Musical  Director  E.  A. 
Rosener  played  "Auld  Lang  Syne"  and  every- 
body   ;---;---'   '  •  singing. 


Hejo  of  Ensign  Henry  Chal- 
S.    N.,    and    Mrs.    Gearing 
Lolita    Burling)     has    been 
idvent  of  a  son. 


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California  Congressional  Primary  Election. 

Definite  results  are  shown  in  the  following 
reports  of  the  vote  on  California  Congres- 
sional nominations  at  the  primary  elections 
Tuesday.  Returns  from  a  few  small  precincts 
are  missing  from  the  table,  but  no  totals  that 
can  change   the   results   shown : 

First  District — Edward  H.  Hart,  Repub- 
lican, 7680;  Clifton  H.  Connick,  Prog.  Rep., 
4233;  G.  W.  Hunter,  Republican,   3222. 

Second  District — Frank  M.  Rutherford, 
Prog.  Rep.,  2893;  Dan  E.  Williams,  Prog. 
Rep.,  1942. 

Third  District — Charles  F.  Curry,  Repub- 
lican, 8893 ;  Frank  R.  Devlin,  Prog.  Rep., 
8773. 

Fourth  District — Julius  Kahn,  Republican, 
17,299;   no   opposition. 

Fifth  District — John  I.  Nolan,  Prog.  Rep., 
14,131;  George  B.  Benham,  Republican,  3402; 
Edward  I.   Nolan,  Republican,   5174. 

Sixth  District — Joseph  R.  Knowland,  Re- 
publican, 22,606;  J.  L.  Stetson,  Prog.  Rep., 
11,238. 

Seventh  District — James  C.  Needham,  Re- 
publican, 4568 ;  R.  L.  Hargrove,  Prog.  Rep., 
1643;  Charles  P.  Fox,  Prog.  Rep.,  1235;  A. 
C.  Kramer,  Republican,  250. 

Eighth  District — Everis  A.  Hayes,  Repub- 
lican, 10,601;  Robert  M.  Clerk,  Prog.  Rep., 
9848. 

Ninth  District — Charles  W.  Bell,  Prog. 
Rep..  4768 ;  James  McLachlan,  Republican, 
26S9;   Charles  H.   Randall,  Ind.,   736. 

Tenth  District — William  D.  Stephens, 
Prog.  Rep.,  18,211;  W.  H.  Holabird,  Repub- 
lican,  5842. 

Eleventh  District — Samuel  C.  Evans,  Prog. 
Rep.,  11,472;  Lewis  R.  Kirby,  Republican, 
8933. 

The   Democratic   nominees  are: 

First  District — I.   G.   Zumwalt. 

Second    District — John    E.    Raker. 

Third    District— Gilbert    McM.    Ross. 

Fourth   District — Bert   Schlesinger. 

Fifth    District— S.    V.    Costello. 

Sixth   District— H.  W.  Luttrell. 

Seventh   District — D.   S.   Church. 

Eighth   District — James   B.   Holihan. 

Ninth   District — Thomas  H.   Kirk. 

Tenth   District — George  Ringo. 

Eleventh    District — William    Kettner. 

The  total  vote  by  parties  in  the  congres- 
sional contests  was  :  Progressive  Republicans, 
98,803  ;  Taft  Republicans,  93,479  ;  Democrats, 
25,249 ;  Socialists,  2853.  There  were  Demo- 
cratic contests  in  only  three  districts. 


San  Francisco  Primary  Election  Results. 
For  State   Senator : 

Nineteenth  District — Edward  I.  Wolfe 
(Taft  R.),  3352;  Lester  G.  Burnett  (Prog. 
R.),  2847;  Edwin  E.  Grant  (D.),  1069;  W.  S- 
Vanderburgh    (S.),    122. 

Twenty-First  District — Fred  C.  Gerdes 
(Prog.  R.),  5132;  William  H.  Schooler  (Taft 
R.),  2882;  Joseph  J.  McShane  (D.),  2063; 
Emil  Liess   (S.),  498. 

Twenty-Third     District — Thomas     F.     Finn 
(Prog.  R.),  2587;  J.  P.  Bobo   (Taft  R.),  716; 
James    H.    Ferren    (D.),    632;    John    P.    Hare 
(D.),  585;  Rollar  Allen  (S.),  288. 
For  Assembly : 

Twenty- First  District — W.  A.  McDonald 
(Prog.  R.),  1527  j  A.  McAllister  (Taft  R.), 
851;  W.  M.  McGee  (Ind.  R.),  157;  J.  P. 
Tighe  (Ind.  R.),  76;  J.  W.  Farrell  (McNab 
D.),  630  f  W.  A.  Peake  (Bell  D.),  244;  I. 
Sturza   (S.),  224. 

Twenty-Second  District — W.  P.  Kennedy 
(Prog.  R.),  1031;  J.  C.  McCaffrey  (Taft  R.), 
368;  J.  J.  Ford,  Jr.  (McNab  D.),  343;  D. 
Kane  (Bell  D.),  235;  C.  F.  Loschenkohl  (S.), 
150. 

Twenty-Third  District— J.  J.  Ryan  (Prog. 
R.),    1237;    F.   J.    Garrassino    (Taft   R.),   412; 

B.  L.  Perret  (Ind.  R.),  407  ;  J.  J.  Clancy  (Ind. 
R.),  258;  J.  J.   Bogue    (McNab    D.),   350;    N. 

C.  Wienholz  (Bell  D.),  470;  H.  E.  Doyal  (S.), 
314. 

Twenty-Fourth  District — W.  M.  Collins 
(Prog.  R.),  1872;  G.  T.  Lane  (Taft  R.),  675; 
F.  A.  F.  Schirmer  (Ind.  R.),  487;  G.  M.  Wil- 
son (D.),  871  ;  L.  I.  Fortin  (S.).  288 

Twenty-Fifth  District — G.  M.  Hench  (Prog. 
R.),  1520;  T.  J.  Emery  (Taft  R.),  1056;  J. 
A.  Kendrick  (Ind.  R.),  990;  C.  L.  McEnernev 
(Ind.  R.),  235;  W.  C.  McCarthy  (McNab  D.), 
844;  W.  P.  Bourne  (Bell  D.),  313;  M.  F. 
Hearney   (S.),   184. 

Twenty-Sixth  District— W.  B.  Bush  (Ind. 
R.),  2103;  J.  C.  Perry  (Prog.  R.),  1877;  T.  J. 
Feeley  (Ind.  R.),  1077;  M.  J.  McGranaghan 
(Ind.  R.),  221;  A.  A.  Quinn  (Taft  R.),  162; 
R.  E.  Brouillet  (Bell  D.),  1210;  M.  P.  Christ- 
ensen   (S.),  313. 

Twenty-Seventh  District — J.  E.  White 
(Prog.  R.),  1538;  W.  Kelday  (Taft  R.),  929; 
C.  W.  Riffee  (Ind.  R.),  739;  C.  W.  Kyle  (Ind. 
R.),  310;  E.  P.  Walsh  (McNab  D.),  662;  W. 
H.  Morrissey  (Bell  D.),  542;  H.  W.  Hall  (S.J, 
111. 

Twenty-Eighth  District — W.  S.  Scott  (Prog. 
R.),  2403;  C.  S.  Laumeister,  Jr.  (Taft  R.), 
1396;  W.  T.  Lyon  (McNab  D.),  737;  R.  H. 
Duden   (Bell  D.),   152;  Lizzie  Robe  (S.),  172. 

Twenty-Ninth  District — G.  A.  Went  worth 
(Prog.  R.),  1664;  B.  W.  Lundy  (Taft  R.), 
1020;  J.  Shanahan  (Ind.  R.),  653;  H.  Mor- 
rison (Ind.  R.),  195;  I.  A.  Richardson  (Mc- 
Nab D.)r  956;  T.  G.  Negrich  (Bell  D.),  313; 
K.  J.   Doyle   (S.),  307. 

Thirtieth  District— E.  J.  D.  Nolan  (Prog. 
R.).  2306;  C,  W.  Morris   (Taft  R.),  2012;  T. 


Say  "Imperial"  Cocoa 

When  next  you  order  cocoa,  and  do  not 
accept  any  other  than  IMPERIAL. 

Why  so  particular  about  the  name? 

Because  it  is  recognized  as  the  best  cocoa 
offered  for  sale.  It  is  the  result  of  many 
years'  planning,  experimenting  and  study  on 
the  part  of  the  D.  Ghirardelli  Company  to 
produce  a  better  cocoa  than  any  other  on 
the  market. 

The  process  is  Ghirardelli's  own  discov- 
ery, by  which  the  flavor  is  not  only  fully 
developed,  but  improved. 

It  is  economical,  being  of  superior 
strength,  at  a  moderate  price,  and  it  goes 
farther. 

See  to  it  that  YOUR  grocer  handles 
IMPERIAL. 

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E.  Strong  (Bell  D.),  906;  R.  Kalisky  (McNab 
D.),  311;  T.  P.  D.  Gray  (S.),  254. 

Thirty-First  District— M.  L.  Schmitt  (Taft 
R.),  2591;  H.  F.  Reed  (Prog.  R.),  2067;  G. 
D.  Wise  (McNab  D.),  490;  E.  A.  O'Dea  (Bell 
D.),  427;  A.  Oswald   (S.),  68. 

Thirty-Second  District — J.  Gilson  (Prog. 
R.),  1283;  S.  J.  Bruton  (Taft  R.),  1208;  F. 
N.  Rogers  (Prog.  R.),  1140;  A.  L.  Shannon 
(Bell  D.),  364;  C.  W.  Mason  (McNab  D.), 
352  ;  C.  L.  McLean  (Ind.  D.),  240;  A.  K.  Gil- 
ford (S.),  124. 

Thirty-Third  District — V.  J.  Canepa  (Prog. 
R.),  1217;  L.  J.  Ravani  (Taft  R.),  956;  V.  A. 
Sbragia  (Ind.  R.),  137;  J.  A.  McCauley  (Mc- 
Nab D.),  320;  M.  P.  Seeley  (Bell  D.),  177; 
S.  Schiro  (S.),  60. 
For  Superior  Court : 

Thomas  F.  Graham,  44,157;  James  V.  Cof- 
fey, 34,919;  Daniel  C.  Deasy,  27,429;  W.  E. 
Dillon,  3196;  William  P.  Lawlor,  31,456;  Ed- 
mund P.  Mogan,  28,489;  Emil  Pohli,  10,927; 
Frank  W.  Sawyer,  4639  ;  Edward  P.  Shortall, 
36,903 ;  W.  H.  Sigourney,  3855 ;  Heyman 
Slikerman,  3695;  Lucy  Goode  White,  7002; 
John  A.  Wright,  3978. 

Total  vote,  64,492 ;  Republican,  40,656 ; 
Democratic,  11,976;  Socialist,  2617.  The 
registration  was  1 16,000,  and  only  a  little 
more  than  one-half  the  registered  voters  cast 
a  ballot. 

The  San  Francisco  "Republican"  County 
Convention  will  be  composed  of  a  majority  of 
delegates  who  do  not  profess  to  be  Repub- 
licans, but  have  given  allegiance  to  the  Roose- 
velt third-term  party.  Two  districts,  the  Thir- 
tieth and  Thirty-First,  have  sent  Republicans 
to  represent  them. 


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In  advance  of  the  brilliant  musical  season 
promised  by  Manager  Will  Greenbaum,  Miss 
Emilie  Frances  Bauer,  the  musical  critic  of 
the  New  York  Mail  and  correspondent  for  a 
number  of  leading  American  papers,  will  give 
a  series  of  three  lectures  under  Mr.  Green- 
baum's  management  at  the  Century  Club  Hall, 
corner  of  Franklin   and   Sutter  Streets. 

Miss  Bauer  is  well  known  in  this  city,  hav- 
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sentative of  one  of  the  foremost  musical 
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the  best  authorities  on  matters  both  musical 
and   literary. 

The  first  lecture  will  be  on  the  "Psychology 
of  Richard  Strauss  and  His  Works,"  and  the 
date  Tuesday  afternoon,  September  17,  at 
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Thursday  afternoon,  September  19,  and  the 
subject  will  be  "The  Psychological  Phase  of 
Modern  Home  Life  and  Culture." 

For  the  final  subject,  Tuesday  afternoon, 
September  24,  Miss  Bauer  has  chosen  "Opera 
Writers  Since  Wagner,"  and  having  a  per- 
sonal acquaintance  with  most  of  the  famous 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


"Jones  grumbles  that  his  wife  can't  take  a 
joke."  "That's  funny,  seems  to  me."  "How 
so?"     "She  took  Jones." — Judge. 

She — Why  do  you  wish  to  know  my  age? 
Me — I  merely  wish  to  know  at  what  age 
woman  is  really  most  fascinating. — Life. 

Mai — She  weighs  only  89  pounds  and  he 
weighs  105.  Lucille — What  an  ideal  couple 
for  light  housekeeping. — Harper's  Bazar. 

"I  don't  know  what  to  do  with  my  son. 
He's  so  irresponsible."  ''Get  him  on  the 
Weather    Bureau." — Washington   Herald. 

Jones — I  want  to  deposit  the  sum  of  ten 
dollars.  Receiving  Teller  (zuho  knows  him) 
— What !      Have    you    sold   your    car  ? — Puck. 

Walker — Do  the  De  Roads  get  along  well? 
Spcede — Fine.  The  car  is  in  her  name  and 
he  buys  the  gasoline. — The  Roosevelt  Lyre- 
Bird. 

Hewitt — Why  do  you  call  this  your  grill 
room  ?  Jewitt — This  is  where  my  wife  cor- 
ners me  when  I  get  in  late  at  night. — New 
York  Globe. 

Mrs.  Jinks — Bingor'says  their  baby  is  the 
smartest  in  the  United  States.  Jinks — Why 
doesn't  he  claim  the  European  rights,  too  ? — 
The  Outlook. 

'"Mabel  is  engaged."  "Whom  to  ?"  "She 
doesn't  say  in  her  letter.  All  that  she  knows 
so  far  is  that  his  first  name  is  Frank." — De- 
troit Free  Press. 

Ninnycus — Dr.  Killemkwik  is  a  conscien- 
tious fellow.  Cynicus — Yes.  As  soon  as  his 
bill  reaches  the  family's  limit,  he  puts  the 
patient  out  of  his  misery. — Life. 

Teacher — If  a  man  saves  $2  a  week,  how 
long  will  it  take  him  to  save  a  thousand  ? 
Boy — He  never  would,  ma'am.  After  he  got 
$900  he'd  buy  a  car. — The  Wilson  Worker. 

"Pa,  what's  an  inscrutable  smile  ?"  "It's 
the  ki  nd ,  my  son,  your  mother  had  on  her 
face  this  morning  when  I  told  her  business 
might  keep  me  out  late  tonight." — Baltimore 
American. 

"I'm  going  to  do  something  for  which  this 
infant  will  be  grateful  to  me  in  after  life." 
"What  is  that?"  "I'm  going  to  see  that  he 
is  never  photographed  minus  his  clothes." — 
Louisville   Courier-Journal. 

She — Did  they  offer  you  any  choice  at  the 
missionary  bureau  as  to  where  you  should  be 
sent?  He — Yes,  and  I  told  them  I'd  prefer  to 
go  somewhere  where  the  natives  were  vege- 
tarians.— Boston  Transcript. 

Broker — Our  bookkeeper  has  stolen  $50,000 
from  us  and  lost  it  all  at  Skinnem  &  Shark's. 
Partner — Well,  we'll  get  him  a  job  at  Skin- 
nem &  Shark's  and  let  him  do  his  trading 
with  us. — Wall  Street  News. 

Tramp — Can  you  advance  me  the  amount 
of  a  drink?  Gent — Certainly,  here's  a  dime. 
Tramp  (with  dignity) — I  beg  your  pardon, 
sir,  this  is  only  a  dime.  I  never  drink  ten- 
cent  whisky. — Washington  Post. 

George — She  sings  nicely,  doesn't  she?  Tom 
— Oh,  yes ;  when  she  sings  they  have  to  close 
the  windows.  George — My  goodness  !  What 
for  ?  Tom — Her  voice  is  so  sweet  that  it 
draws  the  flies. — The  Pathfinder. 

Mr.  Frankleigh — I  have  a  nervous  head- 
ache tonight.  Miss  Quccler — I've  heard  that 
music  will  cure  anything  of  a  nervous  origin. 
Shall  I  sing  for  you?  Mr.  Frankleigh — Oh,  it 
doesn't  ache  as  bad  as  that. — Musical  Courier. 

"What  do  you  t'ink  of  dis  gov'ment  owner- 
ship idea.  Weary?"  "My  experience  makes 
me  agin  it."  "Your  experience?"  "Yes;  de 
gov'ment  runs  de  jails,  don't  dey?  Well,  de 
way  dey  does  it  don't  make  no  hit  wit  me." 
— Boston  Transcript. 

"I  want  to  make  a  deposit,"  said  the 
stranger  in  a  New  York  bank.  The  teller 
looked  around  cautiously,  and  when  he  spoke 
his  voice  was  dropped  to  a  whisper.  "Sav- 
ings, commercial,  or  police  ?"  he  asked, — 
Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"Do  you  think  our  platform  is  all  it  should 
be  ?"  asked  one  campaigner.  "Let  us  not 
worry  about  that,"  replied  the  other.  "A 
platform  is  much  like  a  seashore  boardwalk. 
Most  people  forget  all  about  it  when  the 
warm  weather  is  over." — Washington  Star. 

"Here,"  began  a  woman,  "here's  an  article 
in  the  evening  paper  on  'Women's  Work  for 
the  Feeble-Minded.' "  Her  husband  grunted 
— being  in  a  reactionary  mood.  "I'd  like  to 
know,"  he  said,  "what  women  have  ever  done 
for  the  feeble-minded?"  "They  usually 
marry  them,  dear,"  replied  his  wife,  sweetly. 
— Youth's  Companion. 

"What  will  be  the  result  of  woman's  suf- 
frage?" "It  will  make  a  political  career  more 
difficult  for  some  of  the  married  men,"  replied 
Senator  Sorghum.  "A  candidate  is  liable  to 
be  kept  busy  keeping  the  family  vote  from 
going  against  him  because  of  temporary  rms- 
understanding.  He  won't  have  time  to  give 
proper  attention  to  the  masses." — Washington 
Star. 

Mollie — And  so  you  proposed  marriage  to 
her?  Chollie — Yes.  Mollie — And  did  she 
give   you    any   encouragement?     Chollie — Oh, 


yes.  Mollie — Congratulations  in  order?  Chol- 
lie— No,  she  refused  me.  Mollie — But  I 
thought  you  said  she  gave  you  encourage- 
ment? Chollie — She  did.  She  looked  at  me 
twice  before  she  refused  me. — Yonkers 
Statesman. 

Husband  (impatiently) — Is  it  possible,  my 
dear,  that  you  can  not  keep  those  children 
quiet  for  a  moment?  Wife  (soothingly) — 
Now,  John,  don't  be  harsh  with  the  poor  little 
innocent  things  :  it  is  natural  for  them  to  be 
full  of  spirits,  and  they're  doing  the  best  they 
can.  Husband — Well,  if  I  could  have  a  mo- 
ment's peace  I  would  sit  down  and  write  that 
check  for  fifty  dollars  that  you've  been  both- 
ering me  for.  Wife  (sternly) — Children,  go 
upstairs  at  once,  and  if  I  hear  another  word 
from  you  tonight  I  will  punish  you  severely. 
—Life. 

Richard  Harding  Davis,  during  his  Atlantic 
City  honeymoon,  said  at  a  fish  luncheon  :  "I 
confess  that  I  am  not  pleased  with  the  mod- 
ern trend  of  fiction.  The  newest  fiction  leaves 
a  bad  taste  in  the  mouth.  It  is  full  of  double- 
entendre — like  the  parlor  maid's  remark.  A 
gentleman  came  down  to  breakfast  one  morn- 
ing with  bloodshot  eyes.  He  drank  eight 
glasses  of  water  hurriedly,  then  he  muttered 
hoarsely  to  the  pretty  parlor  maid  :  'Tell  me, 
Adele,  did  I  reach  home  last  night  very  much 
under  the  weather  ?*  'Indeed  you  did,  sir,' 
the  maid  replied.  'Why,  sir,  you  kissed  the 
missis !'  " 


The  Countess  Szechenyi,  nee  Gladys  Van- 
derbilt,  praised  the  good  taste  of  American 
women  at  a  luncheon.  She  ended  her  praise 
with  an  epigram  both  striking  and  true.  "The 
women  of  all  nationalities,"  she  said,  "can 
make  their  own  clothes,  but  only  the  Ameri- 
can woman  can  make  them  so  that  nobody 
ever    suspects   it." 


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THIRTY-SIXTH  YEAR.        °° 

ALFRED   HOLMAN  -------  Editor 

TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Darrow  Verdict — Maine — Profession  and 
Practice — Women  and  Chivalry — More  Plain  Talk  from 
Senator  Works — The  "Plan"  May  Be  Modified — The 
Eight-Hour  Law  for  Women — The  New  General 
Booth  161-163 

"THE  JUDGES,  THE  LAWYERS,,  AND  THE  COURTS." 

By    Sidney    V.    Smith 163 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    163 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.    Coryn 164 

INTAGLIOS:  "Old  Mothers,"  by  Charles  S.  Ross;  "Laus 
Infantium,"  by  William  Canton;  "The  Fall  Wind,"  by 
John  Stuart  Thompson;  "Rataplan,"  by  Edward  Cra- 
croft  Lefroy;  "To  a  Violin,"  by  Bertha  F.  Gordon; 
"Silver  and  Lavender,"  by  William  Shattuck;  "Sunken 
Gold,"   by    Eugene   Lee-Hamilton 164 

THE  SILLY  SEASON  AGAIN:  Another  Peep  at  the 
Family  Life  of  Suburban  London.  By  Henry  C. 
Shelley 165 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the   World 1 65 

FATHER  JOHN  AND  THE  FASCINATOR:  At  the  Sacri- 
ficial Altar.     By  Harry    Cowell 166 

MORE  LETTERS  OF  EDWARD  LEAR:  Lady  Strachey 
Gives  Us  a  Second  Volume  of  the  Correspondence  of 
the  Artist  and   Humorist 167 

OCEANUS.     By  Fiona  MacLeod 168 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:     Critical  Notes — Briefer  Reviews — 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. ..  168-169 

JOHN  DREW  IN  A  NEW  PLAY:  "Flaneur"  Writes  of  the 
First  Presentation  of  "The  Perplexed  Husband"  at  the 
Empire  Theatre  in  New   York 170 

DRAMA:     "Bought     and     Paid     For."     By     Josephine     Hart 

Phelps    171 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 171 

VANITY  FAIR:  Reservations  for  Women— Equal  Rights 
and  Special  Privileges — My  Lady  Nicotine  and  the 
French  Presidency — Society  Babble  by  Ocean  Cables — 
The  Tempting  Opportunities  of  a  Second-Class  Trans- 
atlantic   Barber    172 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             173 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 173 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts            174 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    175 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 176 

The  Darrow  Verdict. 

The  Springfield  Republican  comments  with  deserved 
severity  upon  the  behavior  of  Judge  Hutton,  who  pre- 
sided over  the  recent  trial  of  Mr.  Darrow  in  Los  An- 
geles. Judge  Hutton's  conduct  has  been  so  widely  re- 
ported that  it  is  hardly  necessary  to  remind  ourselves 
of  its  nature.  He  is  said  to  have  noisily  congratulated 
Mr.  Darrow  upon  his  acquittal,  although  knowing  that 
a  second  trial  would  follow.  He  is  also  said  to  have 
made  some  fatuous  remarks  to  the  effect  that  the  ac- 
quittal would  be  the  cause  of  general  jubilation.  That 
Judge  Hutton  is  personally  unfit  to  be  poundkeeper  is 
plain  enough,  but  it  is  still  more  evident  that  his  mis- 
conduct was  encouraged  by  the  system  of  judicial  re- 
calls that  exalts  servility  and  time-serving  into  virtues. 
The  Republican  says: 

If  the  judge  acted  as  he  did  in  order  to  improve  his  chances 
ot    reelection,   he  is  unfit   for  the  bench.     It  may  also  be  said 


that  if  the  California  system  of  popular  election  and  recall  of 
judges  encourages  such  displays  of  feeling  on  the  part  of  trial 
justices  in  criminal  cases  which  arouse  much  public  interest, 
then  the  system  also  is  exposed  to   severe  criticism. 

The  Republican  need  labor  under  no  misapprehension. 
Judge  Hutton  knew  the  exact  source  of  his  political 
strength  and  he  made  his  appeal  unerringly  from  the 
bench.  The  primary  elections  were  held  a  few  days 
after  the  trial  and  Los  Angeles  authorities  tell  us  that 
Judge  Hutton's  success  was  due  to  the  Socialist  and 
labor  vote,  and  to  that  alone.  If  he  should  win  a  vic- 
tory in  November  he  will  resume  his  seat  upon  the 
bench,  nominally  as  a  judge,  but  actually  as  a  labor- 
union  and  Socialist  advocate  who  has  the  power  of  a 
judge  and  who  will  use  that  power  as  he  has  already 
used  it  in  the  Darrow  case.  On  the  other  hand,  if 
Judge  Hutton  should  prove  a  disappointment  to  his 
present  supporters  they  are  numerous  enough  easily  to 
recall  him.  And  so  there  we  have  a  concrete  example 
of  the  moral  effects  of  the  recall.  Given  a  sufficient 
number  of  judges  of  this  calibre  and  it  will  be  easy  to 
predict  the  result  of  any  lawsuit  in  which  labor  unions 
or  Socialists  are  involved.  The  law  and  justice  will 
take  secondary  places  and  the  decisive  factor  will  be 
the  personal  affiliations  of  the  judge.  


Maine. 

Three  morning  newspapers  in  San  Francisco,  each 
with  a  political  bias  and  a  set  of  motives  quite  its  own, 
likewise  each  more  concerned  to  promote  some  political 
theory  or  cause  than  to  present  the  truth,  and  each 
highly  skilled  in  the  fine  art  of  political  misinterpreta- 
tion, tend  sadly  to  confusion  of  current  political  in- 
formation. Through  acquaintance  with  the  traditional 
equation  and  the  habitual  variation  of  each  of  these 
three  so-called  newspapers,  with  long  practice  in  de- 
ciphering the  blanks  which  lie  between  the  lines,  not 
wholly  unaided,  if  we  may  venture  to  boast,  by  a 
trained  gift  of  intuition,  the  Argonaut  is  commonly 
able  after  reading  all  three  to  come  fairly  near  to  the 
facts,  which  never  by  any  chance  are  plainly  presented 
in  any  one  of  them.  But  commonly  it  is  not  safe  to 
be  sure  until  advices  are  received  from  the  real  centres 
of  information — and  even  then  it  is  well  to  have  a 
pinch  of  salt  handy. 

All  this  by  way  of  explaining  that  although  we  don't 
know  even  two  days  after  the  event  precisely  what 
happened  in  the  Maine  election  on  Monday,  the  essen- 
tial outlines  are  in  tolerably  fair  view.  In  Maine  as 
elsewhere  there  are  real  Republicans  and  Bull-Moosers. 
But  for  the  purposes  of  last  Monday  there  was 
studied  and  universal  suppression  of  any  motive  except- 
ing that  relating  to  the  common  interest.  The  common 
interest  was  the  election  of  a  Republican  to  succeed  a 
Democrat  in  the  governorship;  and  to  this  end  Taft's 
friends  and  Roosevelt's  friends,  regarding  themselves 
as  Republicans,  got  together  and  put  up  a  solid  front 
with  full  ranks  against  the  common  enemy.  The  result 
of  the  campaign  thus  waged,  gives  the  candidate  of  the 
combined  Republicans  a  majority  of  about  five  thousand 
in  a  vote  running  in  the  aggregate  close  up  to  the  one 
hundred  and  fifty  thousand  mark. 

Now  five  thousand  majority  in  a  vote  so  large  is  a 
very  narrow  margin.  It  does  make  plain  the  fact  that 
a  united  Republican  party  in  Maine  can  beat  the  Demo- 
cratic party  in  a  straight  battle.  But  in  considering 
the  situation  in  Maine  the  truth  of  history  requires  it 
to  be  remembered  that  the  Republicans  fought  under 
the  advantages  of  a  factional  truce.  Otherwise — if  the 
Republican  house  had  been  divided  against  itself — the 
Democrats  would  have  won.  And  it  must  be  admitted, 
since  this  writing  is  seeking  to  exploit  the  truth,  that 
the  Republicans  of  Maine  are  not  united  for  all  pur- 
poses. Some  of  them  are  for  Taft,  some  of  them  are 
for  Roosevelt ;  and  if  each  faction  shall  present  an 
electoral  ticket,  and  if  the  Democrats  hold  together  as 
they  are  likely  to  do,  Maine  after  her  traditional  fash- 
ion will  go  hell-bent,  not  for  Taft,  not  for  Roosevelt, 


but  for  Wilson.  All  of  which,  it  is  perhaps  needless 
to  add,  is  not  as  the  Argonaut  would  like  to  see  it. 
None  the  less  the  public,  we  think,  is  entitled  to  the 
facts  and  to  a  glimpse  of  their  plain  and  unmistakable 
logic. 

The  failure  of  the  Bull-Moosers  to  assert  themselves 
in  Maine  tends  to  sustain  a  theory  which  has  already 
been  presented  in  these  columns.  It  is  that  Mr.  Roose- 
velt will  not  undertake  to  organize  the  Bull-Moose 
movement  in  all  the  states.  He  has,  we  think,  no  real 
hope  of  election,  therefore  he  is  not  in  any  sincere  or 
true  sense  a  candidate.  His  purpose  is  primarily  that 
of  dividing  the  party  and  defeating  Mr.  Taft.  Sec- 
ondarily he  would  like  to  make  a  showing  of  strength 
to  the  end  of  bringing  about  his  own  nomination  as  the 
regular  Republican  candidate  in  1916.  These  purposes 
may  just  as  well  be  achieved  by  dividing  and  breaking 
up  the  party  in  a  few  leading  states  as  by  doing  it  the 
country  over.  In  fact  even  better,  since  there  would  be 
a  distinct  advantage  under  this  theory  in  not  breaking 
up  the  party  where  it  would  be  unnecessary  to  the  suc- 
cess of  the  general  scheme.  There  is  a  certain  logic 
from  Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  standpoint  in  exhibiting  the 
.fact  that  the  Republican  party  can  win  where  it  is 
united  and  that  it  must  surely  fail  where  it  is  seriously 
livided. 

Profession  and  Practice. 

We  beg  leave  to  recall  to  the  Bull  Moose  managers 
of  California  a  principle  which  from  the  beginning  of 
their  movement  they  have  declared  to  be  fundamental 
to  it.  It  is,  indeed,  none  other  than  the  very  principle 
upon  which,  if  we  may  believe  their  more  perfervid 
declarations,  they  have  relied  as  the  moral  basis  of 
their  great  "reform."  "Rule  of  the  people"  has  been 
their  creed,  their  shibboleth;  and  the  concrete  outwork- 
ing of  this  principle  has  been  declared  to  be  the  result 
of  primary  elections,  even  though  less  than  half  the 
people,  as  in  the  case  of  Governor  Johnson's  nomina- 
tion, have  taken  part  in  the  primary  election,  and  if,  as 
again  in  the  case  of  Governor  Johnson,  less  than  half  of 
the  votes  actually  cast  have  been  reckoned  as  a  de- 
cisive "plurality." 

Now  if  as  we  have  been  told  "rule  of  the  people"  is 
evolved  practically  out  of  a  primary  contest,  and  if 
again  "rule  of  the  people,"  so  determined,  is  sacred  as 
the  mandate  of  God  Almighty,  is  it  not  incumbent  upon 
the  Bull-Moosers  to  accept  as  authoritative  and  bind- 
ing verdicts  as  they  are  given  upon  their  favorite  prin- 
ciple and  under  laws  of  their  own  making?  But  do 
we  find  it  so  in  practice?  Let  an  incident  answer  this 
question : 

In  the  new  Third  Congressional  District,  which  in- 
cludes Sacramento,  San  Joaquin,  Contra  Costa,  Napa, 
Solano,  and  Yolo  counties  the  candidates  before  the 
people  in  the  late  primary  election  stood  squarely  and 
definitely  each  as  the  exemplar  and  champion  of  a 
party  faction.  Frank  R.  Devlin,  a  pronounced  Pro- 
gressive, identified  officially  and  conspicuously  with  the 
Progressive  movement  in  this  state  from  its  inception, 
represented  one  principle;  Mr.  Charles  F.  Currey  rep- 
resented the  other.  The  contest  between  these  cham- 
pions was  open,  spirited,  positive.  The  arbiters  were 
"the  people,"  and  the  victory  fell  to  Mr.  Currey.  He 
won  even  in  the  Progressive  strongholds  of  Sacramento 
and  Stockton — won  fairly  and  honorably.  Now  is  not 
Mr.  Currey  under  the  principle  of  "rule  of  the  people" 
entitled  to  the  support  of  those  who  participated  in  the 
contest  in  which  he  was  the  winner?  By  all  the  rules 
of  fairness  among  men,  by  every  bond  of  loyalty  ami 
good  faith,  by  every  obligation  of  precedent,  practice, 
and  precept,  he  is  so  entitled.  Especially  has  he  a 
claim  upon  those  who  profess  "rule  of  the  people"  as 
their  special,  particular,  fundamental  theory  of  political 
action. 

But  what  do  we  find  ?  We  find  that  "rule  of  the 
people"  is  respected  by  the  Bull-Moosers  onl  i-hen  its 
advantages  chance  to  fall  their  way.      I  ' 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  14.  1912. 


pose  to  decline  acceptance  of  the  popular  result  which 
gave  the  primary  election  to  Mr.  Currey.  They  will 
not  support  him  as  good  faith  requires,  but  will  put  in 
the  field  an  independent  candidate,  not  indeed  in  hopes 
of  his  election,  but  to  the  end  of  confusing  and  dividing 
the  vote  of  the  district,  thereby  giving  the  election  to 
Ross,  the  Democratic  nominee.  Mr.  Devlin,  we  are 
told,  declines  to  be  a  party  to  this  plan,  at  least  to  the 
extent  of  presenting  himself  as  an  independent  candi- 
date in  a  district  where  he  was  beaten  for  the  nomina- 
tion. But  anybody  bearing  the  Progressive  stamp  will 
do  for  this  unmanly  service,  and  the  latest  suggestion  is 
that  one  Franklin  Griffin,  one  of  Governor  Johnson's 
secretaries,  will  be  detailed  under  orders  to  enter  the 
race,  not,  as  we  have  already  said,  with  any  idea  of 
winning  it.  but  to  the  end  of  defeating  Mr.  Currey. 
Under  this  plan,  let  us  ask  in  all  seriousness,  what  be- 
comes of  the  principle  of  "rule  of  the  people"?  And 
what  is  to  be  said  of  the  consistency  and  the  honor  of 
men  who,  professing  "rule  of  the  people"  as  a  funda- 
mental tenet  of  political  faith  and  practice,  spurn  and 
trample  upon  it?  , 

The  Eight-Hour  Law  for  Women. 
Evidently  there  is  something  wrong  with  the  eight- 
hour  law  for  women  if  we  may  draw  legitimate  con- 
clusions from  an  unobtrusive  news  item  that  comes 
from  the  state  department  of  labor.  It  seems  that  Mrs. 
Edson  and  Miss  Kingsford  have  been  appointed  to 
make  "thorough  investigations"  into  the  working  of 
the  law.  and  that  "their  reports  will  have  an  important 
bearing  on  any  new  legislation  that  may  be  proposed 
by  the  next  legislature."  Now  this  law  is  barely  two 
vears  old.  It  was  advocated  with  the  usual  cacklings 
of  self-approbation,  the  usual  predictions  of  the  mil- 
lennium to  which  we  are  used  from  amateur  legislators 
obsessed  with  the  conviction  of  their  own  importance 
and  their  capacity  to  create  a  new  social  system  by 
means  of  restrictive  laws.  There  was  the  usual  out- 
pouring of  sickly  sentiment  about  the  safeguarding  of 
motherhood,  and  it  need  hardly  be  said  that  there  were 
the  usual  exceptions  in  favor  of  special  interests,  such 
as  the  canneries,  that  were  solidified  enough  to  retaliate 
at  the  polling  booths.  But  the  new  law  had  all  the 
proper  hallmarks  of  progressivism  and  of  course  it  was 
passed.  It  forbade  a  large  number  of  people,  mainly 
women,  from  doing  what  they  had  a  moral  right  to  do 
and  from  earning  their  living  according  to  their  abili- 
ties. It  was  enthusiastically  applauded  by  the  labor 
unions,  naturally  eager  to  oust  women  in  favor  of 
men  and  to  rate-up  the  labor  market.  And  it 
had  the  crowning  merit  of  being  an  annoyance  to 
employers  who,  having  a  little  capital,  must  neces- 
sarily be  public  enemies.  Xow  it  seems  that  there 
must  be  a  "thorough  investigation"  of  this  ridiculous 
law  in  order  that  the  new  legislature  may  devote  a  few 
hours  to  correcting  the  blunders  of  the  old  one.  Iu 
other  words,  the  law  has  been  a  failure,  as  the  Argonaut 
said  that  it  would  be  and  must  be. 

It  is  a  failure  because  it  was  based  upon  false  pre- 
tenses and  upon  social  injustice.  Either  its  sponsors 
were  insincere  in  their  protestations  of  benevolence 
toward  women  or  they  were  mentally  incapable  of  fore- 
seeing the  necessary  results  of  their  action.  There 
were  large  numbers  of  women  earning  their  living  in 
easy  and  honorable  ways,  but  whose  hours  of  occupa- 
tion were  nominally  more  than  eight  per  day.  For 
most  of  these  women  the  new  law  was  a  sentence  of 
economic  death.  They  were  summarily  discharged 
and  their  places  were  taken  by  men,  and  often  by 
•  Japanese.  In  one  case  a  young  girl  actually  committed 
suicide  because  the  law  practically  forbade  her  to  earn 
a  living.  Hotel  manageresses,  whose  duties  were  of 
the  lightest  supervisory  kind,  found  that  they  could  not 
hold  their  positions  and  watch  the  clock  at  the  same 
lime.  From  one  end  of  the  state  to  the  other  it  be- 
came evident  that  the  law  was  a  millstone  around  the 
neck  of  the  working  woman  except  in  such  cases  where 
she  really  needed  protection,  as  in  the  canneries,  and 
there  she  was  specifically  excluded.  Either  it  robbed 
women  of  their  employment  altogether  or  it  filched 
from  them  the  overtime  earnings  so  vital  to  them  at 
Christmas  and  other  special  seasons  of  the  year. 

the  real  and  permanent  evil  of  such  a  law 
;i>  this  is  the  increasing  contempt  into  which  it  brings 
all  law.  There  can  be  no  real  respect  tor  statutes  that 
can  be  passed  by  almost  any  one  who  will  sing  Ho- 
sannahs  to  the  governor  and  ascertain  the  private 
wishes  of  labor-union  leaders.  There  can  be  no  respect 
for  a  law  hat  makes  a  criminal  offense  of  an  action 
loral.  There  can  be  no  respect  for  a  law 
rasily    evaded    by    collusion    between    em- 


ployers and  employed.  There  can  be  no  respect  for  a 
law  openly  flouted  by  political  henchmen  like  the  state 
printer  and  ruthlessly  enforced  against  a  few  depart- 
ment store  girls  who  are  keenly  anxious  to  earn  a  few 
extra  dollars  at  holiday  time.  And  finally  there  can  be 
no  respect  for  a  law  aimed  either  intentionally  or 
idiotically,  probably  both,  at  the  well-being  of  working 
women  throughout  the  state,  who  deserve  something 
better  than  to  be  economically  vivisected  in  order  to 
gratify  the  vanity  or  the  hysteria  of  a  few  legislators 
who  find  that  philanthropy  is  the  easiest  and  most 
profitable  of  trades. 


More  Plain  Talk  from  Senator  Works. 
Talking  with  a  reporter  at  Chicago  on  September  5 
Senator  Works  was  at  some  pains  to  define  his  posi- 
tion with  respect  to  the  presidential  contest.  "I  am," 
he  said,  "a  progressive  Republican  who  is  not  a  Bull 
Moose.  I  can  not  vote  for  Taft,  and  I  will  not  vote  for 
Roosevelt."  Continuing,  Mr.  Works  said:  "I  am  a 
sort  of  political  orphan,  and  probably  will  keep  out  of 
the  fight  altogether.  But  if  I  were  to  vote  at  all  it 
would  be  for  Wilson." 

Referring  in  the  same  interview  to  recent  political 
doings  in  California,  Mr.  Works  spoke  with  ju- 
dicial candor  of  the  plan  of  the  Johnson  machine  to 
force  the  Roosevelt  electoral  candidates  upon  the 
"regular"  Republican  ticket.  "Our  people,"  he  said, 
meaning  the  Progressives,  "are  doing  grave  wrongs 
in  California.  The)-  are  perpetrating  one  of  the  great- 
est political  frauds  that  has  ever  come  to  my  knowl- 
edge. And  they  are  going  to  do  great  injury  to  the 
Progressive  cause.  I  refuse  to  take  part  in  the  things 
they  are  doing,  and  a  great  many  real  Progressives  will 
refuse  to  join  them."  Asked  if  he  considered  Roose- 
velt a  Republican,  Mr.  Works  replied:  "Why,  of 
course  he  is  not.  His  platform  renounced  the  Repub- 
lican part}-  and  denounced  it.  I  am  a  Progressive  Re- 
publican, but  not  a  follower  of  Roosevelt.  I  do  not 
believe  in  the  third  party  nor  in  Roosevelt's  sincerity  as 
a  professed  Progressive." 

With  especial  emphasis  and  with  a  lawyer's  insight 
into  certain  aspects  of  the  doings  in  California,  Sena- 
tor YY  orks  spoke  of  affidavits  made  by  persons  seeking 
nominations  as  Republicans  with  the  intention  of  voting 
for  Roosevelt.  "Those  who  have  made  them,"  he  said, 
"may  be  prosecuted  for  perjury,  and  the  chances  are 
that  thej-  will  be." 

These  remarks  leave  little  to  be  said.  They  repre- 
sent the  mind  of  one  who  sees  the  situation  with  a  clear 
mora!  vision  and  who,  though  associated  officially  with 
Progressive  politics  in  California,  is  too  self-respecting 
to  have  part  in  procedures  which  if  sustained  at  all 
must  be  by  methods  involving  bad  faith,  open  fraud, 
and  deliberate  perjury.  The  point  of  liability  for  mak- 
ing false  oaths  made  by  Senator  Works  is  one  of  es- 
pecial significance.  It  is  a  point  which  up  to  just  now 
has  been  overlooked  by  Johnson,  Lissner,  Rowell,  and 
other  Progressive  leaders  who  have  declared  their  pur- 
pose to  steal  the  Republican  organization  of  the  state. 


The  "Plan"  May  Be  Modified. 

The  very  latest  plan  of  the  California  Bull-Moosers, 
if  we  may  accept  the  personal  statement  of  Mr.  Meyer 
Lissner,  looks  to  abandonment  of  the  scheme  to  steal 
the  Republican  organization  in  California.  Their  pur- 
pose was  unshaken  by  moral  considerations.  It 
sneered  at  consistency  and  fair  dealing.  It  did  not 
wince  at  open  fraud.  With  an  unblushing  hardihood 
it  laid  down  a  plan  involving  wholesale  and  barefaced 
perjury.  But  it  hesitates — if  we  may  assume  that 
Mr.  Meyer  Lissner  speaks  with  authority — when  con- 
fronted with  the  menace  of  the  law. 

The  Progressives,  Mr.  Lissner  now  says,  will  under 
certain  contingencies  "consent"  to  nominate  their 
electors  by  petition.  The  plan  announced  six  weeks 
ago  and  ratified  by  the  authority  of  all  the  Progressive 
leaders — with  Senator  Works  as  an  honorable  ex- 
ception— may  be  abandoned.  Since  Mr.  Lissner  in 
Mr.  Johnson's  absence  is  the  absolute  boss  of  the  Pro- 
gressive machine,  his  dictum  may  be  accepted  as  rep- 
resenting the  revised  Progressive  purpose — that  is,  un- 
less some  means  shall  be  found  by  which  the  originally 
planned  fraud  may  be  carried  forward  without  crimi- 
nal liability.  There  is,  indeed,  no  professing  new  moral 
inspiration;  change  of  plan  will  come,  if  at  all,  only 
because  the  whip  of  the  law  against  perjury  hangs  in 
plain   view. 

Mr.  Lissner  in  a  somewhat  uncertain  tone  goes  on  to 
present  to  the  Republicans  of  California  an  insolent  de- 
mand.   It  is  this,  that  the  Taft  Republicans  shall  aban- 


don their  party  with  its  assured  right  of  representation 
under  the  traditional  party  name  and  proceed  likewise 
to  nominate  electors  by  petition.  Nothing  could  be  more 
arrogant  or  more  absurd.  Why  should  the  Republicans 
of  California  give  over  a  right  which  attaches  to  the 
party  regularly  under  the  law  to  proceed  by  an  irregu- 
lar, vexatious,  expensive,  unnecessary  means  to  an  end 
already  secure  ?  It  would  be  quite  as  reasonable  to  ask 
the  possessor  of  a  house  assured  under  title  deeds  to 
move  out  and  to  cast  his  muniments  to  the  winds  in 
favor  of  some  pretentious  claimant  only  prevented  from 
enforcing  his  demands  by  the  clubs  of  the  police.  Of 
course  the  Republican  party  of  California  will  not  to 
please  Mr.  Lissner  cut  loose  from  its  established  posi- 
tion and  prestige,  strip  itself  of  its  rights,  to  the  end 
of  giving  those  who  seek  to  destroy  it  and  who  have 
only  been  restrained  by  fears  of  punishment  for  theft 
and  perjury  what  they  plead  for  as  "a  fair  chance."  A 
householder  in  the  presence  of  a  burglar  might  as  rea- 
sonably be  asked  to  throw  away  his  defensive  weapons 
in  response  to  an  appeal  for  "fair  play." 

Mr.  Lissner  assumes  that  the  regular  Republicans  of 
California  are  fearful  of  getting  the  necessary  eleven 
thousand  names  of  registered  Republicans  not  partici- 
pating in  the  primaries,  to  a  petition.  This  is  as  gra- 
tuitous as  it  is  absurd.  Many  times  eleven  thousand 
names  might  easily  be  secured  if  there  were  need.  But 
it  is  something  worse  than  foolish  to  ask  that  a 
party  which  has  already  a  definite  and  legal  right  to 
a  place  on  the  ballot  under  its  own  name  should  pro- 
ceed by  special  and  laborious  means  to  acquire  a  new 
and  less  advantageous  title  to  the  same  privilege.  We 
have  long  recognized  in  Mr.  Lissner  a  political  knave, 
but  had  not  hitherto  supposed  him  to  be  an  absolute 
political  fool.  ,  / 

■Women  and  Chivalry. 
There  will  be  no  desire,  at  least  on  the  part  of  the 
Argonaut,  to  join  issue  with  Mrs.  W.  C.  Morrow  when 
she  says  that  "with  the  boasted  emancipation  of  women 
has  come  a  marked  decrease  in  courtesy  and  a  failure 
to  be  kind  and  sympthetic."  Indeed  Mrs.  Morrow  said 
much  more  than  this.  With  pointed  reference  to  the 
General  Federation  of  Women's  Clubs  that  honored  San 
Francisco  by  their  presence  last  July  she  said  that  the 
"usual  gentle  amenities  of  speech  were  absent,"  that 
"the  delegates  were  discourteous  and  unbusinesslike." 
and,  worst  of  all,  "ungrammatical  and  careless  in  their 
speech."  Xow  there  will  be  no  disposition  on  the  part 
of  men  to  cavil  at  these  strictures.  They  are  of  a  privi- 
leged nature,  and  domestic  in  their  application.  Men 
may  have  their  own  opinion,  but  they  will  keep  it  to 
themselves,  willingly  leaving  Mrs.  Morrow  to  the  mer- 
cies of  her  own  sex  and  to  those  subtle  forms  of  femi- 
nine discipline  sanctioned  by  time  and  effective  in  their 
operation.  But  the  rejoinders  will  be  as  interesting  as 
they  are  inevitable. 

But  when  Mrs.  Morrow  ventures  into  the  field  of 
speculation,  when  she  asks  as  to  the  effect  upon  men  of 
this  deplorable  decay  of  feminine  maimers  we  may  feel 
that  we  are  upon  firmer  ground  and  that  male  comment  . 
is  neither  impertinent  nor  irrelevant.  Certainly  there 
has  been  a  change  in  the  general  attitude  toward  women. 
In  spite  of  the  usual  aphorisms  about  American  chivalry 
and  American  gallantry  there  is  no  lack  of  facts  that 
point  the  other  way.  Ten  years  ago  no  woman  was 
allowed,  in  San  Francisco  at  least,  to  stand  in  a  street- 
car and  in  the  presence  of  seated  men.  Womanhood 
was  still  regarded  as  a  thing  apart  and  surrounded  with 
that  atmosphere  of  social  sanctity  that  was  uninvaded 
and  unchallenged.  Women  commanded  universallv  a 
certain  consideration,  nowhere  shown  more  strikingly 
than  in  the  little  things  of  life  and  rendered  with  a 
habit  that  had  become  instinctive.  To  be  insensible  to 
the  changes  of  ten  years  is  to  show  an  incapacity  to 
observe,  for  the  changes  have  been  radical  and  aggres- 
sive. 

But  when  Mrs.  Morrow  asks  if  "the  seeming  lack  of 
chivalry  among  our  men"  can  be  traced  to  the  aforesaid 
degeneracy  in  the  manners  of  women  the  reply,  if  an 
affirmative  at  all.  will  be  a  very  cautious  affirmative. 
Men  feel  no  special  resentment  against  feminine  dis- 
courtesy and  perhaps  will  hardly  be  disposed  to  admit 
that  it  has  increased  of  late  years.  Courtesy — that  is 
to  say,  consideration  for  others — has  never  been  a 
feminine  virtue  outside  of  the  home  circle.  Indeed  it  is 
almost  a  truism  that  women  have  never  recognized  the 
existence  of  any  duties  whatsoever  except  those  to  their 
own  family.  Ruskin  said  forty  years  ago,  and  he  said 
it  unrebuked,  that  women  could  and  would  banish  war- 
fare instantly  if  the  guns  that  shattered  the  bodies  of 
men  bv  the  thousand  did  but  crack  the  fancv  china  in 


September  14,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


163 


their  own  drawing-rooms.  A  womanhood  with  a  sense 
of  public  duty  could  have  redeemed  the  world  until 
womanhood  destroyed  its  own  power  by  a  clamor  for 
political  rights.  Therefore  men  do  not  resent  a  lack 
of  courtesy.  They  have  never  known  anything  else. 
They  do  not  resent  unbusinesslike  conduct.  They  pre- 
fer it.  They  do  not  resent  a  weakness  in  grammar. 
They  tolerate  it  and  imitate  it. 

Why,  then,  have  men  lost  their  chivalry,  or  are  in  the 
way  to  do  so?  To  answer  that  question  requires  some 
kind  of  definition  of  chivalry  which  certainly  does  not 
consist  of  a  code  of  petty  observances  or  a  habit  of 
unmeaning  homage.  These  things  may  indicate  chiv- 
alry, but  they  do  not  constitute  it.  The  man  who  sur- 
rendered his  seat  in  a  street-car  or  who  paid  to  a 
woman  any  of  the  thousand  and  one  little  attentions 
that  were  once  instinctive  with  him  may  not  have  in- 
telligently reasoned  out  the  whys  and  the  wherefores, 
but  in  the  back  of  his  mind  he  knew  that  he  was 
reverencing  not  so  much  a  woman  as  a  mother,  either 
presumptive,  actual,  or  potential.  In  sentiment  he  asso- 
ciated every  woman  with  his  own  mother  and  therefore 
with  the  highest  exemplar  known  to  him  of  perfect 
self-sacrifice  and  devotion.  Womanhood,  as  such,  and 
stripped  of  its  supreme  function,  has  never  called  forth 
any  general  or  popular  instinct  of  chivalry.  Mother- 
hood, real  or  presumptive,  has  never  failed  to  do  so. 
But  the  average  man,  not  given  to  overmuch  reflection 
or  to  precise  thinking,  feels  no  impulse  to  reverence  a 
womanhood  that  he  regards  as  incomplete  and  shorn 
of  its  chief  claim  upon  his  consideration.  Still  less 
does  he  feel  that  there  is  anything  due,  unless  it  be  the 
scourge  of  condemnation,  to  a  womanhood  that  posi- 
tively repudiates  motherhood,  regarding  it  as  a  curse, 
a  badge  of  servitude,  a  shame.  And  yet  there  have 
been  women,  as  all  the  world  knows,  who  have  put 
aside  the  glories  of  motherhood  for  noble  reasons,  not 
because  it  seemed  to  them  a  reproach,  but  because  the 
road  to  a  still  higher  self-sacrifice  had  opened  before 
them,  because  opportunities  for  other  forms  of  service 
had  presented  themselves.  There  has  never  been  a  lack 
of  chivalry  for  such  women  as  these  and  there  never 
will  be. 

The  average  man  does  not  reason  these  things  out 
for  himself,  but  he  feels  them  intuitively.  He  sees  no 
reason  why  he  should  give  up  his  seat  to  the  woman 
who  tried  to  best  him  in  a  horse  deal,  to  the  woman 
who  has  been  parading  the  streets  as  a  policeman,  or 
to  the  woman  whom  he  heard  haranguing  the  crowd 
from  the  tail  of  a  cart  and  sneering  at  the  cradle  and 
the  nursery.  In  his  heart  he  knows  that  the  women 
who  throng  the  street-cars  morning  and  evening  and 
who  behave  with  the  physical  brutality  to  be  seen  at  a 
corset  sale  are  not  able  properly  to  do  any  of  the  things 
that  they  claim  to  do,  while  refusing  to  do  the  duties  as- 
signed to  them  by  nature.  He  may  not  be  much  of  a 
physiologist,  he  may  not  be  even  a  husband  or  the 
father  of  daughters,  but  women  themselves  nowadays 
do  not  leave  much  to  the  imagination  and  their  self- 
revelations  have  become  the  common  knowledge  of  the 
world.  Even  the  average  man  knows  that  the  vital  and 
essential  work  of  civilization  can  be  done  only  by  those 
whose  physical  and  nervous  organizations  are  equal  to 
the  continuous  and  inexorable  strain  of  modern  condi- 
tions, whose  vitality  will  respond  unfailingly  to  all 
timely  and  untimely  demands  of  public  life,  whose  ef- 
ficiency is  distributed  equally  over  all  the  working  days 
of  the  year  and  whose  almanac  contains  no  periods  of 
foreordained  incapacity. 

There  is  therefore  no  mystery  in  the  waning  of  chiv- 
alry. Indeed  it  has  not  waned,  since  chivalry  has  been 
always  given,  and  is  still  given,  to  motherhood  and 
to  the  self-sacrifice  that  it  implies.  Those  who  re- 
pudiate motherhood,  either  avowedly  or  by  implication 
and  for  inadequate  reasons,  can  hardly  ask  that  a  rever- 
ence shall  be  paid  to  the  mere  fact  of  sex  after  they 
have  contemptuously  robbed  that  sex  of  its  value  and 
significance.  , 

The  New  General  Booth. 

It  is  of  course  conceivable  that  Mr.  Bramwell 
Booth  has  inherited  the  powers  and  capacities  that 
made  his  father  one  of  the  notable  men  of  his 
day.  It  is  conceivable  that  he  will  presently  dis- 
play the  same  bold  originality,  mastery  of  organiza- 
tion, and  recognition  of  opportunity  that  worked  such 
wonders  in  the  early  days  of  the  organization.  But 
it  is  not  at  all  likely,  nor  can  we  discern  any  presages 
that  point  in  that  direction.  With  all  due  respect  for 
our  friends  the  Eugenists,  whose  main  theories  are  still 
a  long  way  from  the  outermost  hem  of  science,  we  are 
forced  to  the  conclusion  that  of  all  unlikely  places  in 


which  to  search  for  genius  the  most  unlikely  is  the 
family  of  the  man  of  genius.  Nature  seems  willing 
enough  to  transmit  red  hair  and  long  noses,  but  when  it 
comes  to  the  highest  of  all  human  faculties  she  shows 
herself  to  be  not  only  extraordinarily  niggardly,  but 
extraordinarily  wayward.  She  defies  all  known  law 
and  she  flouts  at  all  prediction.  We  may  search  the  his- 
tory of  the  world  and  find  hardly  a  case  of  inherited 
genius.  Here  and  there  we  find  what  appears  to  be 
the  transmission  of  regal  intelligence  and  capacity,  as 
in  the  case  of  the  Adams  family  of  America,  but  such 
instances  are  so  rare  as  to  be  phenomenal.  Nowhere 
do  we  find  two  Napoleons  in  the  same  family,  nor  two 
Lincolns,  nor  two  Shakespeares,  nor  two  Goethes.  The 
dynastic  idea  is  human  and  artificial  and  nature  will 
have  none  of  it. 

The  Salvation  Army  is  certainly  not  one  of  those 
institutions  that  can  go  forward  by  its  own  momentum. 
Cease  to  propel  it  by  a  certain  personal  and  devotional 
force  and  it  must  stop.  A  new  religion  may  so  appeal 
to  faith  and  imagination  as  to  be  independent  of  spe- 
cific leadership,  but  the  Salvation  Army  had  no  new 
religion  to  promulgate,  no  new  interpretation  or  reve- 
lation to  offer.  It  provided  a  spur  to  personal  service 
and  self-sacifice  from  the  standpoint  of  an  ancient  creed 
that  is  no  longer  held  in  high  esteem,  and  that  spur  was 
the  inspiration  furnished  by  the  genius  of  General 
Booth  himself.  General  Booth  was  the  Salvation 
Army,  and  the  Salvation  Army  was  General  Booth. 
To  rely  upon  the  precedents  set  by  his  father,  as  the 
new  leader  is  almost  sure  to  do,  to  attempt  to  carry  on 
the  work  "upon  the  old  lines,"  must  be  fatal  to  such 
an  organization  as  the  Salvation  Army,  that  was  born 
and  nourished  upon  unconventionally  and  sustained 
all  the  way  through  by  the  ceaseless  originality  of  its 
founder.  General  Booth  probably  thought  that  his  son 
was  more  familiar  with  his  plans  and  policies  than  any 
one  else  and  could  best  be  trusted  to  carry  them  out 
in  the  old  way.  But  a  disposition  to  be  guided  by  the 
"dead  hand"  or  to  be  led  by  precedent  must  be  the 
worst  of  all  possible  equipments  for  a  leader  of  the  Sal- 
vation Army.  It  is  not  so  much  the  grace  of  docility 
that  he  will  need  as  a  certain  power  of  spiritual  tyranny, 
audacity,  and  daring.  If  the  new  leader  is  found  to 
lack  these  rare  gifts  the  Salvation  Army  will  sink  to 
the  level  of  a  sect,  governed  by  routine  and  precedent, 
and  without  the  saving  fire  that  first  called  it  to  life. 

General  Booth  would  have  been  better  advised  if  he 
had  left  the  successorship  in  the  hands  of  the  army 
itself  instead  of  appointing  his  son  and  so  establishing  a 
sort  of  royal  family.  The  Catholic  church  owes  no 
small  part  of  its  power  and  success  to  a  certain  wise 
democracy  that  opens  every  door  to  devotion  and  ca- 
pacity, but  that  shuts  every  door  to  privilege  and  birth. 
The  Catholic  church,  in  other  words,  draws  its  execu- 
tive strength  from  the  soil,  and  consequently  the  supply 
is  inexhaustible.  General  Booth,  who  certainly  de- 
tested the  Catholic  theology,  would  have  done  well  to 
imitate  a  governmental  method  consonant  with  nature 
and  recommended  by  experience. 


"The  Judges,  the  Lawyers,  and  the  Courts." 
Sax  Francisco,  September  Sth. 

Editor  Argonaut  :  Mr.  Roosevelt  has  recently  contributed 
to  the  Outlook  an  article  entitled  "The  Judges,  the  Lawyers, 
and  the  Courts,"  which  deals  with  the  popular  review  of  ju- 
dicial decisions.  In  this  paper  he  permits  himself  to  say- 
that  when  a  court  holds  a  statute  to  be  unconstitutional  it 
exercises  legislative,  and  not  judicial,  power,  and  that,  when  a 
law  is  passed  which  aims  to  secure  social  and  industrial 
justice,  the  question  of  its  constitutionality  is  not  primarily 
a  legal  question  at  all,  but  purely  a  question  of  public  policy, 
to  be  settled  by  the  legislative  branch  of  the  government  in 
response  to  the  clearly  thought  out  demand  of  the  people.  It 
can  hardly  be  necessary  to  point  out  the  falsity  of  these  posi- 
tions. When  there  is  presented  to  a  judge  the  question 
whether  a  statute,  aimed  to  secure  industrial  justice,  or  any 
other  sort  of  a  statute  for  that  matter,  sins  against  any  of 
the  prohibitions  of  the  federal  constitution,  or  of  a  state  con- 
stitution, which  is  a  question  of  law  pure  and  simple,  he  must 
not  concern  himself  with  any  other  kind  of  question.  He 
must  not  ask  himself  whether  its  policy  meets  with  his  ap- 
proval or  not,  he  must  not  seek  to  learn  whether  or  not  the  law 
has  been  passed  in  response  to  the  clearly  thought  out  de- 
mand of  the  people;  because,  if  he  found  that  he  approved  of 
its  policy,  or  that  it  was  a  response  to  a  demand  of  the 
people,  and  if,  for  either  or  both  of  these  reasons,  he  were 
to  refuse  to  consider  the  constitutional  question,  or  ho'.d  the 
act  to  be  constitutional,  although  as  a  lawyer  he  knew  it  to  be 
unconstitutional,  he  would  then  abdicate  his  judicial  functions, 
and  act  as  a  legislator  rather  than  as  a  judge. 

So  far  from  doing  any  of  these  non-judicial  things,  his 
plain  duty  is  to  see  what  effects  the  statute  tends  to  pro- 
duce, and  learn  whether  any  of  these  effects  is  forbidden  by 
constitutional  provisions.  If  he  finds  that  the  law  will  de- 
prive persons  of  their  property  without  due  process  of  law, 
or  impair  the  obligation  of  a  contract,  or  deny  to  any  per- 
sons the  equal  protection  of  the  law,  he  must  remember  that 
the  constitution  of  the  United  States  forbids  any  state  to  pass 
any  law  which  will  produce  any  of  these  results,  and  that  it 
is  provided  by  that  constitution,  which  was  adopted  by  popu- 
lar vote,   and   is   to    be   regarded,    equally   with   any   industrial 


statute,  as  a  "response  to  the  clearly  thought  out  demand  of 
the  people,"  that  "this  constitution  shall  be  the  supreme  law 
of  the  land,  and  the  judges  in  every'  state  shall  be  bound  there- 
by, anything  in  the  constitution  or  laws  of  any  state  to  the 
contrary'   notwithstanding." 

But  the  determination  as  to  whether  the  statute  will  pro- 
duce any  of  these  forbidden  results,  and  the  further  deter- 
mination that  the  statute  is  ineffectual  because  it  does  pro- 
duce forbidden  and  illegal  and  unconstitutional  results,  are 
both  of  them  strictly  judicial  in  their  nature. 

And  when  a  judge,  shutting  his  eyes  to  the  policy  of  a 
statute  and  his  heart  against  any  sympathy  with  its  general 
purposes,  perceives  and  holds  it  to  be  void  for  constitutional 
reasons,  he  does  not  legislate,  he  does  not  usurp  power,  he 
does  not  defeat  the  will  of  the  people,  he  does  not  run  counter 
to  public  opinion.  On  the  contrary,  he  decides  a  purely  legal 
question  on  legal  grounds,  he  upholds  the  organic  law,  he 
obeys  the  most  solemn  mandate  of  the  people,  he  is  true  to  his 
oath    of    office. 

It  may  be  that  the  New  York  judges,  who  have  excited  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  ire  by  holding  unconstitutional  the  workman's 
compensation  act  of  that  state,  regretted  the  conclusion  to 
which,  as  lawyers,  they  considered  themselves  compelled  to 
arrive.  But  no  good,  no  wise  result  can  come  from  heated 
attacks  upon  their  motives,  from  diatribes  against  the  judges, 
the  lawyers,  the  bar  associations,  such  as  appear  in  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  paper. 

It  may  also  be  that  the  constitutional  prohibitions,  which 
have  produced  the  results  deplored  by  Mr.  Roosevelt,  are  out- 
worn and  worse  than  useless,  and  should  be  repealed.  The 
fourteenth  amendment  has  been  put  to  uses  undreamed  of  in 
the  philosophy  of  its  framers,  and  the  same  may  be  the  case 
with  the  other  constitutional  inhibitions,  which  have  so  often 
stood  in  the  way  of  legislative  action.  If  that  be  so,  if  the 
people  of  this  country  believe  that  these  fetters  upon  legis- 
lative action  have  become  mere  impediments  to  the  enact- 
ment of  their  will,  "bulwarks  of  privilege  and  special  interest 
as  against  popular  rights,"  to  use  Mr.  Roosevelt's  language, 
let  them  lose  no  time  in  getting  rid  of  them,  and  leave  their 
legislatures,  like  the  parliaments  of  most  other  countries,  free 
to  exercise  their  discretion  and  to  do  the  bidding  of  the  people 
in  each  particular  case  without  interference  of  the  courts. 
That  would  be  a  logical,  practical  issue  out  of  the  present  em- 
barrassment, if  such  there  really  be.  It  would,  of  course,  be 
a  destruction  of  an  essential  element  of  the  scheme  under 
which  the  American  people  have  thus  far  chosen  to  live, 
which  divides  government  into  three  branches,  legislative, 
executive,  and  judicial,  imposes  checks  upon  each  of  them, 
and  casts  upon  the  courts  the  duty  of  seeing  to  it  that  these 
checks  are  not  ignored  or  defied.  If  the  people  believe  that 
this  system  is  outgrown,  well  and  good  ;  they  may  discard  it. 
But  as  long  as  they  retain  it  in  the  body  of  their  written  con-'' 
stitutions  it  is  worse  than  folly  for  its  statesmen  to  raise  the 
cry  that  the  courts,  in  the  performance  of  their  plain  duty 
to  hold  the  legislature  to  an  obedience  to  constitutional  limita- 
tions of  power,  are  usurping  legislative  functions  or  annulling 
the  popular  will. 

The  platform  on  which  Mr.  Roosevelt  stands  proposes  that 
when  a  state  supreme  court  has  declared  a  statute,  passed 
under  the  police  power,  to  be  a  violation  of  the  state  consti- 
tution, there  may  be  an  appeal  to  the  people,  who  may  by 
their  vote  resolve  that  the  law  shall  stand  in  spite  of  its  un- 
constitutionality. This  proposal,  it  will  be  remarked,  deals 
only  with  a  matter  of  state  government  and  has  no  proper 
place  in  the  platform  of  a  national  party.  As  to  cases  of  the 
nullification  by  a  state  supreme  court  of  a  statute  on  the 
ground  of  its  violation  of  the  federal  constitution,  the  plat- 
form only  proposes  that  there  shall  be  an  appeal  to  the  Su- 
preme Court  of  the  United  States. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  paper  is  a  declamatory  plea  for  untram- 
meled  popular  control  of  all  legislation  under  the  police 
powers  of  the  states.  His  platform  proposes  to  leave  the 
matter  with  the  federal  courts,  whenever  the  question  is  one 
arising  under  the  federal  constitution,  and  as  this  covers  most, 
if  not  all,  of  the  cases  in  which  the  constitutionality  of  police 
statutes  is  put  to  the  test,  the  platform  in  reality  proposes  to 
leave  the  final  decision  of  most,  if  not  all,  of  such  cases  with 
the  courts  and  the  lawyers,  and  not  with  the  people.  There 
is  a  fatal  variance  between  Mr.  Roosevelt's  declamation  and 
the  more  studied  utterance  of  his  platform.  Speaking  of  the 
Xew  York  decision  before  alluded  to,  which  he  stigmatizes 
as  "a  peculiarly  flagrant  denial  of  justice,"  he  says  that  "at 
the  next  election,  or  the  next  election  but  one,  after  this  de- 
cision was  rendered,  the  people  should  have  had  the  right  to 
vote  whether  or  not  they  desired  the  workmen's  compensa- 
tion law  to  be  treated  as  constitutional."  But  the  law  was 
held  by  the  New  York  court  of  appeals  to  be  unconstitutional, 
not  only  as  in  violation  of  the  constitution  of  the  State  of  Xew 
York,  but  as  in  violation  also  of  the  constitution  of  the  United 
States,  and  therefore,  under  the  proposal  of  the  Progressive 
platform,  there  should  not  be  an  appeal  to  the  vote  of  the 
people  of  the  State  of  Xew  York,  but  only  an  appeal  to  the 
Supreme  Court  of  the  United  States — just  the  sort  of  appeal 
which  Mr.  Roosevelt  in  his  present  mood  is  most  anxious  to 
avoid.  The  lawyers  who  drew  for  Mr.  Roosevelt  this  part  of 
his  platform  knew  well,  what  he  evidently  does  not  know, 
that  in  cases  where  the  question  involved  is  the  violation  by 
a  statute  of  the  federal  constitution  the  people  of  a  single 
state  can  not  by  their  own  vote  relieve  themselves  from  the 
compact  which  they  have  made  with  the  people  of  the  whole 
Union,  that  their  legislature  shall  not  pass  any  act  or  do  any- 
thing prohibited  by  the  federal  constitution.  And  so  they 
left  the  matter  as  it  stands  in  their  platform,  and  just  where 
their  leader  says  it  should  not  be  left,  to  be  dealt  with  by 
the  courts,  without  opportunity  for  the  final  appeal  to  the 
people  themselves  which  he  considers  so  vital.  As  far  as  fed- 
eral questions  are  concerned,  and  they  arc  the  only  matters 
with  which  it  should  have  dealt,  it  discards  completely  the 
notion  of  popular  review. 

A  perusal  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  paper  will  disclose  that  he 
is  as  ignorant  of  the  contents  of  his  own  platform  as  he  is  of 
the  nature  of  the  government  over  which  he  presided  for 
eight  years  and  which  he  once  more  seeks  to  rule. 

Sidney   Y.   Smith. 

It  is  estimated  that  those  engaged  in  the  industry  of 
gathering  seaweed  and  reducing  it  to  gelatinous  i""<l 
in  Japan  alone  number  600,000  persons.  Within  re- 
cent years  seaweeds  have  been  introduced  into  the  Eng- 
lish kitchen.  The  edible  species,  served  with  roast 
meats,  have  been  found  to  be  very  palatable.  Devon- 
shire and  Japanese  seaweeds  are  empl 
the  London  industry. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  14,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Utilitarianism  has  laid  its  irreverent  hand  upon  the  old 
Saracen's  Head  Inn,  one  of  the  most  famous  of  London's 
landmarks.  The  Saracen's  Head  has  been  an  inn  for  seven 
hundred  years,  hut  henceforth  it  will  be  a  leather  warehouse. 
Standing  just  beyond  Newgate,  it  has  witnessed  seven  cen- 
turies of  London  life,  offering  its  hospitality  to  many  kings, 
witnessing  innumerable  hangings  and  quarterings  as  well  as 
the  burning  of  martyrs  at  Smithfield.  Lydgate,  the  friend 
of  Chaucer,  tells  us  something  about  the  old  inn  and  how  it 
came  by  its  name.  When  Richard  Cceur  de  Lion  returned 
from  the  pious  work  of  the  third  crusade  he  stopped  outside 
the  London  gate  at  Snow  Hill,  where  there  was  an  inn,  and 
called  for  refreshment.  Lydgate  says  that  he  drank  "untille 
ye  hedde  of  ye  Kinge  did  swimme  ryghte  royallie"  and,  thus 
stimulated  to  kingly  deeds,  he  began  to  make  some  fine  play 
with  his  battle-axe  to  the  "astoundmente  and  dyscomfythure 
of  ye  courtierres.''  One  of  the  barons,  venturing  on  a  diplo- 
matic remonstrance,  remarked,  "I  wish  his  majestie  hadde  ye 
hedde  of  a  Saracen  before  hym  juste  now,  for  I  trowe  he 
woulde  playe  ye  deuce  wyth  itte."  This  brought  the  king  to 
a  penitent  mood,  for  he  not  only  paid  the  damage  but  gave 
leave  that  the  inn  be  called  henceforth  "Ye  Saracen's  Hedde," 
and  recent  visitors  to  London  may  testify  that  it  is  so  called 
to  this  very"  day.  If  its  ancient  walls  could  speak  they  would 
doubtless  lament  the  uneventful  days  upon  which  they  have- 
fallen.  

The  historian  is  usually  the  least  considered  among  those 
who  contribute  to  the  discussion  of  modern  problems,  since 
there  is  nothing  the  demagogue  so  much  hates  as  to  be  told 
that  his  pet  projects  have  been  tried  again  and  again  in  the 
history*  of  the  world.  The  agitator  thrives  upon  unprece- 
dented crises.  His  invariable  pose  is  that  of  the  reformer 
newly  confronted  with  problems  new  to  the  human  race.  The 
political  value  of  history'  is  illustrated  afresh  by  Mr.  C.  R.  L. 
Fletcher  in  his  just  published  volume  on  "The  Making  of 
Western  Europe."  Enumerating  the  causes  for  the  fall  of 
the  Roman  Empire  he  mentions  the  demagogues  who  had 
inaugurated  a  ''horrible  system"  of  state  socialism.  First  the 
unemployed  were  allowed  to  purchase  corn  below  cost  price ; 
next,  they  received  it  free;  then  it  was  ready-made  into 
bread  for  them;  then  pork,  wine,  and  oil  were  added,  and 
finally  they  were  granted  free  admission  to  the  arena,  where 
they  degraded  the  performances  by  their  vicious  ideals.  This 
course  of  action,  says  Mr.  Fletcher,  is  surely  not  without 
warning  for  European  states  at  the  present  day.  And  also 
for  America  might  have  been  wisely  added,  where  we  are 
now  witnessing  an  attack  upon  the  Constitution  because  it 
seems  to  bar  just  those  expedients  of  state  socialism  already 
adopted  so  widely  in  Europe  and  that  poisoned  and  wrecked 
the  Roman  Empire  two  thousand  years  ago. 


At  a  time  when  it  is  customary  to  speak  of  American 
"ownership"  of  the  Panama  Zone  it  is  just  as  well  to  clarify 
our  minds  by  an  understanding  of  the  exact  and  legal  title. 
We  do  not  own  the  Panama  Zone.  We  have  leased  it  on  a 
perpetual  lease,  with  the  exception  of  the  towns  of  Panama 
and  Colon,  and  after  the  year  1913  America  is  to  pay  a  yearly 
rental  of  $250,000.  This  is  made  clear  enough  by  a  glance  at 
the  Panama  treaty  of  February  26,  1904.  If  we  may  slightly 
modify  an  illustration  used  by  a  correspondent  in  the  Xew 
York  Evening  Post  we  may  suppose  that  one  should  lease  an 
arcade  running  from  Market  Street  to  Mission  Street,  reserv- 
ing to  the  lessor  the  ownership  and  possession  of  each  en- 
trance to  the  arcade  and  should  agree  to  pay  the  landlord  a 
large  yearly  rental  for  the  balance  of  the  passageway  between 
the  termini.  It  would  of  course  be  a  ridiculous  arrangement, 
and  only  a  legislature  would  be  capable  of  it.  An  individual 
would  take  good  care  that  his  title  was  secure  and  absolute, 
but  the  "assembled  wisdom  of  the  nation"  may  well  overlook 
such  trifles  as  this.  

The  French  anthropometrist,  Eertillon,  who  knows  a  good 
deal  about  crime,  assures  us  that  the  gentleman  burglar  does 
not  exist,  and  that  the  Raffles  of  fiction  is  to  be  found  no- 
where but  in  fiction.  Of  course  we  knew  that  already,  but 
our  interest  in  the  well-bred  malefactor  is  undiminished.  A 
belief  in  Raffles  and  bis  tribe  gives  to  life  a  sort  of  romance 
that  otherwise  it  would  lack.  It  invests  every  stranger  with 
a  potential  mystery.  Perhaps  the  ps_,  chologist  might  go  even 
deeper  and  say  that  our  interest  in  the  gentleman  burglar  is 
based  upon  a  certain  lawlessness  that  even  the  best  among 
us  have  inherited  from  freebooting  ancestors.  There  is  some- 
thing within  us  that  rebels  against  the  sanctity  of  property. 
and  since  the  criminal  as  we  know  him  is  unsavory  and  un- 
prepossessing we  like  to  create  in  imagination  a  criminal  caste 
to  which  we  might  conceivably  belong  without  surrendering 
the  nicer  luxuries  of  civilization.  In  other  words.  Raffles 
corresponds  to  an  aspect  of  our  own  nature,  an  aspect  that 
we  keep  out  of  sight  and  in  subjection,  but  that  is  none  the 
less  there.  

Poc  was  the  first  among  modern  writers  to  make  our  flesh 
creep  with  stories  of  premature  burial,  and  other  and  lesser 
writers  have  occasionally  harped  upon  the  same  theme  with 
the  same  effect.  And  perhaps  there  may  be  something  in  the 
grewsomc  dread,  seeing  that  a  bill  has  just  been  introduced 
into  the  British  Parliament  s->  to  amend  the  law  of  medical 
death  certificates  as  to  afford  a  guaranty  that  death  has  oc- 
curred before  interment  instead  of  after.  Some  very  respect- 
able men  are  sponsors  for  the  new  measure  that  forbids  the 
issue  of  a  death  certificate  until  the  medical  attendant  has 
•  persona]  inspection  that  death  has  actually 
occurred.     No    such    pi  r  tion    is    now    needed,   and 

we  are  assured   that   for  lack  of  it  some  ugly  occurrences  are 
upon    record.     But    then  -    one    way    in    which    the 

timid    may    gunrd    against    such    dread    possibilities,    if    indeed 
-     >ilities.   which   we   may   be  pardoned   for  doubt- 
insist   upon   cremation.     It   is   curious,   by   the 
tion   has   not   made   more   progress.      It   seems 


to  have  been  almost  at  a  standstill  for  some  years  now,  and 
while  this  is  probably  due  first  to  religious  superstition  and 
secondly  to  a  rather  nasty  sentiment,  we  should  like  to  be- 
lieve that  both  the  superstition  and  the  sentiment  are  on  the 
wane.  Perhaps  the  renewed  measures  against  premature 
burial  may  do  something  to  encourage  a  reform  that  should 
be  increasing*}-   favored  by  sanitary   science. 


Not  content  with  inaugurating  a  system  of  conscription, 
Australia  is  now  bent  on  wasting  some  more  of  her  substance 
in  riotous  living — that  is  to  say,  in  armaments.  Under  the 
scheme  now  under  consideration  she  proposes  to  spend  $26,- 
000,000  on  a  navy,  which  seems  a  good  deal  for  a  country 
with  a  population  of  only  four  and  a  half  million.  The  new 
Australian  navy  will  consist  of  eight  armored  cruisers,  ten 
protected  cruisers,  eighteen  destroyers,  and  twelve  subma- 
rines, with  a  force  of  15,000,  who  will  presumably  be  fur- 
nished by  the  aforesaid  conscription.  The  intending  Aus- 
tralian immigrant  will  therefore  feel  that  he  can  contribute 
fully  and  at  once  to  these  vast  schemes  for  defense.  If  he 
has  sons  they  will  be  drafted  into  a  sort  of  army  and  will 
spend  their  holidays  in  camp,  and  even  if  he  has  no  sons  he 
can  still  work  hard  and  pay,  pay,  pay  for  the  support  of  a 
military  caste.  And  with  so  glittering  a  prospect  in  front  of 
him  perhaps  he  can  hardly  be  blamed  if  he  decides  to  stay  at 
home  or  to  go  elsewhere  where  the  chances  of  glory  are  not 
so  threatening.  

At  last  Germany  is  to  have  a  statue  to  the  memory  of 
Heine.  The  agitation  for  the  requisite  permission  has  con- 
tinued for  a  long  time,  and  now  the  Prussian  government 
has  capitulated,  but  with  stipulations  and  restrictions.  The 
statue  must  not  be  exposed  to  full  public  view  and  the  cere- 
monies of  its  unveiling  must  be  inconspicuous.  So  it  has  been 
decided  to  place  the  memorial  in  a  restaurant  garden  at 
Halle,  where  such  revolutionary  sentiments  as  it  may  inspire 
wiil  be  counteracted  by  good  food  and  good  beer.  The 
workings  of  the  official  mind  are  certainly  past  all  finding  out. 
No  one  ever  thinks  of  Heine  as  a  politician.  No  one  ever 
reads  his  political  writings.  But  to  the  eyes  of  Prussian  au- 
thority Heine  is  the  author  of  "Letters  on  the  Aristocracy 
Addressed  to  Count  M.  von  Moltke/*  and  of  nothing  else. 
That  he  was  a  literary  decoration  to  Germany  counts  for 
nothing  at  all.  That  all  the  world  has  been  singing  his  songs 
for  half  a  century  is  a  fact  that  has  not  yet  penetrated  the 
mind  of  official  Prussia. 


There  are  plenty  of  explanations  why  Mr.  Hammerstein 
should  have  failed  in  London.  He  seems  to  have  been  lack- 
ing in  the  business  instinct  all  the  way  through,  and  he  made 
the  mistake  of  neglecting  to  study  his  ground  in  advance. 
He  made  all  arrangements  for  his  opening  performance  with- 
out reference  to  the  London  County  Council,  whose  regula- 
tion of  buildings  for  such  purposes  is  very  severe.  He  made 
quite  sure  that  there  would  be  no  official  interference  with  so 
large  a  project  and  that  money  would  smooth  all  such  roads. 
It  was  a  serious  error,  and  when  Mr.  Hammerstein  found 
at  the  last  moment  that  there  was  no  possibility  of  evading 
the  law  he  had  to  employ  many  hundred  men  to  make  good 
the  deficiencies.  The  same  want  of  foresight  is  said  to  have 
accompanied  the  whole  effort,  and  the  result  has  been  failure. 
But  Mr.  Hammerstein  is  not  discouraged.  He  believes  that 
the  public  want  good  music  even  from  unknown  musicians, 
and  he  is  determined  to  persevere  in  his  efforts  to  furnish  it. 


A  writer  in  the  St.  James  Gazette  tells  us  that  Theophile 
Gautier's  absent-mindedness  amounted  to  actual  somnambu- 
lism. He  so  identified  himself  with  his  mental  pictures  as  to 
lose  all  consciousness  of  time  and  place,  and  for  the  time  he 
would  actually  live  in  the  scene  that  he  had  created.  We 
are  told  that  rarely,  if  ever,  has  a  man  had  such  a  gift  for 
getting  out  of  himself.  He  would  enlarge  on  his  magnificent 
golden  tea  and  breakfast  sen-ice,  when  the  most  humdrum 
china  lined  his  shelves.  And  though  his  sen-ants  were  all 
treated  in  the  most  fatherly  way,  Gautier  would  te'.l  you 
that  he  never  permitted  them  to  utter  a  word  in  his  presence, 
that  he  only  employed  negroes.  "I  give  my  orders  by  signs. 
If  they  understand  my  signs,  well  and  good.  If  they  don't,  I 
kick  them  into  the  Bosphorus."  And  there  is  no  doubt  that 
he  actually  heard  the  wave  closing  over  the  head  of  a  black 
slave.  He  actually  meant  what  he  said.  The  street  outside 
was  actually   for  him  the  Bosphorus. 

Sidney   G.    P.   Coryx. 


Germany  might  almost  be  called  "the  land  of  the  au- 
tomat." Automatic  devices  of  all  kinds  are  popular 
and  are  used  for  a  thousand  purposes.  At  all  post- 
offices,  stamps  and  post  cards  are  sold  by  automatic 
machines;  at  the  railway  stations,  platform  tickets  and 
suburban  tickets  are  sold  by  automats ;  automat  res- 
taurants, where  one  can  secure  a  glass  of  beer,  wine. 
or  liquor,  a  sandwich,  square  meal,  cup  of  coffee,  choco- 
late, etc.,  by  dropping  a  coin  in  the  slot,  abound  every- 
where. Every  city  of  15,000  or  20,000  population  and 
over  has  from  one  to  several  hundred  such  restau- 
rants. At  railway  stations  automats  sell  chocolate, 
candy,  picture  post  cards,  and  even  a  little  kit  of  "'first 
aid  to  the  '  -jured,1'  containing  a  few  drops  of  pain- 
killer, bandages,  needle,  thread,  etc.  Ten  pfennigs  in 
a  slot  opens  the  doors  of  toilet  compartments,  delivering 
a  towel  or  piece  of  soap.  A  coin  in  a  slot  obtains  a 
cigar,  a  tune  from  a  mechanical  music  box,  a  pair  of 
shoe  strings,  a  collar  button,  or  a  visiting  card. 


Loch  Dnehart  Castle,  which  was  built  in  the  thir- 
teenth  century  on  an  island  in  the  loch  of  the  same 
name  and  is  associated  with  the  famous  Rob  Roy.  has 
now  been  taken  in  hand  by  the  Scottish  Historical  An- 
tiquarian Association,  and  is  being  renovated  so  as  to 
insure  its  permanency. 


INTAGLIOS. 


Old  Mothers. 
I  love  old  mothers — mothers  with  white  hair. 
And  kindly  eyes,  and  lips  grown  softly  sweet, 
W  ith  murmured  blessings  over  sleeping  babes. 
There1  is  something  in  their  quiet  grace 
That  speaks  the  calm  of  Sabbath  afternoons; 
A    knowledge   in    their   deep,   unfaltering   eyes. 
That  far  outreaches  all   philosophy. 

Time,  with  caressing  touch,  about  them  weaves 
The   silver-threaded  fairy-shawl   of  age, 
While  all  the  echoes  of  forgotten  song 
Seemed  joined  to  lend  sweetness  to  their  speech. 

Old  mothers  ! — as  they  pass  with  slow-timed  step, 
Their  trembling  hands  cling  gently  to  youth's  strength. 
Sweet  mothers  '     As  they  pass,  one  sees  again, 
Old  garden  walks,  old  roses,  and  old  loves. 

— Charles  S.  Ross. 
♦ 

Laus  Infantiam. 
In  praise  of  little  children  I  will  say 
God  first  made  man,  then  found  a  better  way 
For  woman,  but  his   third  way  was  the  best. 
Of  ail  created  things,  the  loveliest 
And  most  divine  are  children.     Xothing  here 
Can   be  to  us  more  gracious   or  more  dear. 
And  though,  when  God  saw  all  His  works  were  good. 
There  was  no  rosy  flower  of  babyhood, 
'Twas  said  of  children  in  a  later  day 
That  none   could   enter   Heaven  save   such   as   they. 

The  earth,  which  feels  the  flowering  of  a  thorn. 
Was  glad,   O  little  child,   when  you  were  born; 
The  earth,  which  thrills  when  skylarks  scale  the  blue. 
Soared  up  itself  to  God's  own  Heaven  in  you ; 

And  Heaven,  which  loves  to  lean  down  and  to  glass 
Its  beauty  in  each  dewdrop  on  the  grass, — 
Heaven  laughed  to  find  your  face  so  pure  and  fair, 
And  left,  O  little  child,  its  reflex  there. 

— William  Canton. 

The  Fall  Wind. 

The  wind  has  stalked  adown  the  garden  path, 

And  blown  the  lights  of  all  the  poor  flowers  out; 

From  maple  wood  I  hear  his  stormy  shout ; 
The  russet  leaves  take  flight  before  his  wrath  ; 
In  stubble  fields   and   clover-aftermath, 

The  wreckage  of  the  year  is  strewn  around  ; 

The  mottled  asters  lie  upon  the  ground. 
Of  all  the  bloom,  the  tyrant  north  wind  hath 

Left  onlj'  golden-rod,  in  saffron  rows, — 

And  these,  w^ith  bulging  cheeks,   he  blows  and  blows. 

Until  they  glow,  and  mingle  with  the  west, 
When  setting  suns  lean  low  upon  the  land. 

And  songless  birds,  in  cheerless  plumage  dressed, 
Wing  south  or  somewhere;  mute,  discouraged  band. 
— John  Stuart   Thomson. 
■» 

Rataplan. 
"O  Rataplan !      It  is  a  merry  note, 

And,    mother,    I'm   for    'listing   in    the   morn"; 
"And  would  ye,   son,  to  wear  a  scarlet  coat, 

Go    leave    your    mother's    latter    age    forlorn  ?" 
"O  mother,   I   am  sick  of  sheep  and  goat, 

Fat  cattle,  and  the  reaping  of  the  corn; 
I  long  to  see  the  British  colors  float ; 

For   glory,  glory,   glory,    was   I  born  !" 

She  saw  him  march.     It  was  a  gallant  sight. 

She  blest  herself  and  praised  him  for  a  man. 
And  straight  he  hurried  to  the  bitter  fight, 

And  found  a  bullet  in  the  drear  Soudan. 
They  dug  a  shallow  grave — 'twas  all  they  might ; 

And  that's  the  end  of  glory.     Rataplan  ! 

— Edn-ard  Cracroft  Lefrov. 

. .+ 

To  a  Violin. 
Strange  shape,  who  moulded  first  thy  dainty  shell  ? 

Who  carved  these  melting  curves?     Who  first  did  bring 

Across  thy  latticed  bridge  the  slender  string? 
Who  formed  this  magic  wand,  to  weave  the  spell. 
And  lending  thee   his  own  soul,  bade  thee  tell' 

When  o'er  the  quiv'ring  strings  he  drew  the  bow. 

Life's   history   of   happiness   and  woe, 
Or  sing  a  psean,   or   a   fun'ral   knell  ? 

Oh    come,   beloved,   responsive    instrument. 

Across  thy  slender  throat  with  gentle  care 
I'll  stretch  my  heart-strings;   and  be  quite  content 

To  lose  them,  if  with  man  I  can  but  share 
The  springs  of  song,  that  in   my  soul  are  pent, 

To  quench  his  thirst,  and  help  his  load  to  bear. 

— Bertha  P.  Gordon, 


Silver  and  Lavender. 

The  asters  now  put  on  the  lavender 

Of    grief    remembered,    yet    grief   half-assuaged — 
The  tender  purple  in   the  sky  astir 

Upon   the  ground   in  little  stars   engaged: 
Tears   have   been   shed,   these  tiny   eyes  declare ; 
Tears  shall  be  shed,  but  still  is  Heaven  fair. 

Pale   mourning  for   dead   Summer  clothes   the   silver-rod- 
Those  frosty  flowers  that  still  defy  the  frost — 

Whose  arms  droop  gently  toward  the  crisping  sod. 
Whose  upward  gaze  bespeaks  a  hope  not  lost; 

White   clouds   reflect   their   beauties   far   on   high : 

Silver  and  lavender  clothes   earth  and  sky. 

— IVilliam  Shot  tuck. 


Sunken  Gold. 

In  dim  green  depths  rot  ingot-laden  ships; 

And  gold  doubloons,  that  from  the  drowned  hand  fell. 

Lie  nestled  in  the  ocean-flower's  belr- 
With  love's  old  gifts,  once  kissed  by  long-drowned  lips; 
And  round  some  wrought  gold  cup  the  sea  grass  whips. 

And   hides  lost  pearls,   near  pearls  still  in  their  shell, 

Where  sea-weed   forests  fill  each  ocean  dell 
And  seek  dim  sunlight  with  their  restless  tips. 

So  He  the  wasted  gifts,  the  long-lost  hopes 
Beneath    the   now    hushed    surface   of   myself. 
In  lonelier  depths   than   where  the  diver  gropes, 

They  lie.  deep,  deep  ;  but  I  at  times  behold 
In  doubtful  glimpses,  on  some  reefy  shelf, 
The   gleam   of   irrecoverable   gold. 

— Eugene  Lee-Hamilton. 

All    canary   birds    are   descendants   of    the    common 
gray   species    of    the   Canary   Islands.     Their   or  a 
livery  has  been  modified  to  lemon  yellow  by  captivity 

and  cross-breedinsr. 


September  14,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


165 


THE  SILLY  SEASON  AGAIN. 


Another  Peep  at  the  Family  Life  of  Suburban  London. 


London  has  two  seasons  a  year — the  Season  and  the 
Silly  Season.  They  are  not  conterminous,  though 
Oscar  Hammerstein  may  for  the  moment  be  tempted  to 
think  they  are.  Much  might  be  said  for  that  view, 
inasmuch  as  the  average  cockney  is  generically  a  silly 
person ;  but  he  is  never  so  silly  as  when  the  Silly  Sea- 
son comes  round.  Its  arrival  may  be  as  accurately 
scheduled  as  grouse-shooting  or  pheasant-slaughter. 
When  the  last  race  has  been  run  at  Goodwood  and  the 
last  yacht  has  furled  its. sails  at  Cowes,  the  Silly  Sea- 
son is  automatically  due  and  as  automatically  arrives. 
And  lo!  you  open  your  Daily  Telegraph,  and  behold 
on  the  page  facing  the  editorials  is  a  long  letter 
set  in  the  largest  type  and  headed  with  the  biggest 
captions. 

For  the  Silly  Season  is  the  Telegraph's  special  pre- 
serve. None  of  the  other  London  dailies  presume  to 
challenge  its  supremacy  as  the  court  circular  of  vaca- 
tion ineptitude.  From  the  day  when  as  the  first  penny 
paper  to  be  published  in  London  it  began  its  appeal  to 
"the  great  middle  class"  on  to  the  present  year  of  grace 
it  has  been  the  faithful  mirror  of  suburbia.  The  bom- 
bastic style  of  its  editorials  is  suburban ;  its  reports  of 
meetings  and  its  descriptive  articles  are  in  the  suburban 
manner;  its  advertisements  express  the  ideals  or  appeal 
to  the  food  and  raiment  necessities  of  suburbia.  In 
short,  the  Telegraph  is  the  mouthpiece  of  the  cockney- 
dom  which  lives  in  villas  at  Brixton,  Clapham,  and 
Upper  Tooting.  Its  constituency  ranges  from  the 
"small  professional  man"  through  descending  grades  to 
the  clerk  who  is  "something  in  the  city." 

Once  a  year  then,  at  the  advent  of  the  Silly  Season, 
the  Telegraph  throws  open  its  columns  to  the  ventila- 
tion of  the  grievances  which  press  most  heavily  on  the 
heart  of  cockney-villadom.  It  is  a  convenient  arrange- 
ment for  all  parties.  As  the  reporters  are  on  their 
holidays  there  is  much  blank  space  to  fill,  and  as 
suburbia  is  on  its  holiday  it  has  ample  leisure  to  ply  its 
pen  in  the  Telegraph  style.  All  that  is  necessary  is  the 
provision  of  a  subject  which  shall  unfailingly  tap  the 
reservoir  of  suburban  .eloquence.  Perhaps  Lord  Burn- 
ham  offers,  privily,  a  reward  to  that  member  of  his 
staff  who  makes  the  most  fruitful  suggestion;  some- 
times a  popular  writer  will  start  the  ball  rolling,  for  a 
check;  but  on  occasion  it  may  really  happen  that  a 
suburban  sufferer  emits  the  first  wail  of  despair. 

One  of  the  delights  of  the  arrival  of  the  Silly  Season, 
then,  is  the  certainty  of  getting  another  peep  into  the  life 
of  suburbia.  No  novelist,  no  not  even  Arnold  Bennett 
or  H.  G.  Wells,  has  ever  invaded  that  territory.  Mr. 
Bennett  has  not  failed  to  limn  in  minute  detail  the 
earthly  career  of  commonplace  persons  in  English  pro- 
vincial towns,  while  Mr.  Wells  has  turned  the  British 
shopkeeper  or  shop  assistant  inside  out  and  outside  in ; 
but  both  those  realists  have  recoiled  in  despair  from 
the  task  of  portraying  cockney-villadom.  They  know, 
too,  that  the  labor  would  be  superfluous;  it  is  accom- 
plished annually  by  the  Silly  Season  correspondence  of 
the  Telegraph. 

For  there  is  a  fatality  about  that  correspondence. 
Xo  matter  what  the  ostensible  theme — "Why  Is  Vine- 
gar Sour?"  "How  Many  Beans  Make  Five?"  "Is 
Water  Really  Wet?"  "If  a  Herring  and  a  Half  Costs 
Three-Halfpence  How  Much  Will  Two  Herrings 
Cost?" — the  discussion  always  veers  round  to  "Is  Mar- 
riage a  Failure?"  Just  as  Sidney  Cooper  was  obliged 
to  paint  nothing  but  cows,  and  Louis  Wain  dare  not 
sketch  anything  but  cats,  and  Conan  Doyle  is  not  al- 
lowed to  write  about  anybody  save  Sherlock  Holmes, 
so  the  Silly  Season  controversy  in  the  Telegraph  can 
never  avoid  the  problem  of  family  life  as  it  affects  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Suburbia. 

This  year  the  subject  is  "Family  Budgets"  with  "Cost 
of  Children"  for  a  sub-title.  And  up  to  the  time  of 
writing  the  correspondence  has  filled  more  than  twenty- 
five  Tel-egraph  columns,  representing,  at  ten  dol- 
lars a  column,  a  saving  of  two  hundred  and 
fifty  dollars  on  the  contributors'  account.  As  the  dis- 
cussion will  be  prolonged  for  another  two  weeks  (un- 
less a  thrilling  murder  case  crops  up)  the  probability 
is  that  the  total  economy  will  represent  fully  seven 
hundred  and  fifty  dollars;  and,  per  contra,  the  Tele- 
graph will  have  secured  the  eternal  fidelity  of  those 
countless  suburbanites  whom  it  has  allowed  to  shine  in 
print. 

It  all  began  with  the  tearful  wail  of  "Kentish 
Suburb."  That  distressed  villa  cockney  has  an  income 
of  five  hundred  pounds,  one  wife  and  one  child,  but  as 
he  is  not  able  to  save  more  than  fifty  pounds  a  year  he 
is  in  a  nightmare  of  despair  lest  the  stork  should  make 
another  contribution  to  the  family  nest.  Hence  his  ap- 
peal to  other  villa  cockneys  for  advice.  It  has  been 
given  in  full  measure.  He  has  been  jumped  upon  with 
many  pairs  of  feet.  For  it  seems  there  are  not  many 
villa  cockneys  who  can  survey  life  from  the  "exalted 
plane"  of  five  hundred  pounds  a  year.  And  envy  has 
bred  anger  and  plentiful  plain  speaking.  LTnhappily 
too.  "Kentish  Suburb,"  in  setting  down  his  family 
budget,  admitted  that  he  spends  sixty  pounds  a  year  on 
clothes.  For  that  he  has  been  smitten  hip  and  thigh. 
How  dare  he!  He  is  a  frog  trying  to  be  a  bull;  a 
snob  "aping  the  aristocracy";  a  weak  victim  to  "one 
of  the  many  city  and  suburban  tyrannies."  His  most 
sarcastic  mentor  is  a  "professional  man"  who  calls  him- 
self "Crovdon,"  who  never  allows  himself  more  than 
thirty  pounds  a  year  for  clothes,  which  is  "generous," 
he  says,  and  enables  him  to  be  well  dressed  and  to  wear 


his  glad  rags  "much  more  than  most  men  in  my  posi- 
tion." 

And  "Kentish  Suburb"  also  gave  the  enemy  another 
occasion  to  scoff.  In  a  second  burst  of  confidence  he 
revealed  that  he  spends  about  thirty  pounds  a  year  on 
"unconsidered  trifles."  He  is  charged  to  furnish  de- 
tails of  such  a  suspicious  item.  What  dark  misdeeds 
does  it  cover?  Speaking  as  a  married  man,  one  of  his 
critics  admits  he  has  always  found  it  desirable  to  "ex- 
ercise extreme  reserve"  in  connection  with  disburse- 
ments under  that  elastic  heading,  and  never  debates 
the  items  "in  the  family  circle."  But  the  entry  goes 
on  appearing  in  the  various  budgets,  especially  in  those 
of  the  bachelors.  But  they  may  have  excuses  which 
ought  not  to  be  allowable  in  the  case  of  married  cock- 
neys. 

Taking  the  family  budgets  as  a  whole,  they  all  agree 
in  the  disproportion  of  the  amount  spent  on  house- 
keeping, that  is  the  actual  food  and  drink  of  the  aver- 
age villa  cockney.  "Kentish  Suburb"  spends  on 
clothes  more  than  half  the  sum  set  aside  for  the  bodily 
sustenance  of  his  one  wife  and  one  child  and  self.  And 
in  other  tables  the  amount  spent  on  "luncheons  in  the 
city"  ranges  from  starvation  fractions  to  nil,  which 
lends  support  to  the  theory  that  a  city  clerk's  midday 
meal  away  from  home  consists  of  "a  glass  of  bitter 
(price  four  cents)  and  a  toothpick  (gratis)."  In  no 
case  does  the  food  bill  of  cockney-villadom  exceed  a 
proportion  of  one-fifth  of  the  annual  income. 

And  the  largest  proportion  of  the  balance  is  expended 
upon  incense  burnt  at  the  cockney  shrine  of  "keeping 
up  appearances."  The  sad  case  of  "A  Harassed 
Suburbanite"  is  typical  of  all.  He,  good  man,  has  no 
social  ambitions,  yearns  to  be  allowed  to  go  his  own 
way  in  peace,  but  his  wrife  and  three  daughters  will 
give  whist  drives  at  an  annual  cost  of  thirty  pounds 
and  insist  upon  ordering  clothes  to  the  tune  of  more 
than  a  hundred  pounds  a  year.  He  did  not  want  to 
incur  those  items;  but  "domestic  bickerings  and 
misery"  made  him  foot  the  bills.  You  see,  minus  the 
whist  drives  and  the  clothes,  Mrs.  and  Miss  Brixton 
w'ould  be  "cut"  by  the  other  misses  and  mistresses  of 
Brixton,  and  so  the  line  of  least  resistance  is  to  "keep 
up  appearances." 

Really  the  Silly  Season  of  London  ought  to  be  re- 
named the  Sad  Season.  For  the  Telegraph  symposium 
is  always  a  pitiful  exhibition  of  feminine  and  mascu- 
line weakness.  On  their  own  showing,  not  one  villa 
cockney  in  a  hundred  has  the  least  strength  of  charac- 
ter or  is  other  than  insolvent.  The  few  exceptions  of 
brave  couples  who  are  defying  Mrs.  Grundy  and  living 
happy  lives  and  making  some  provision  for  the  future 
on  such  meagre  salaries  as  two  hundred  pounds  a  year 
serve  but  to  throw  into  relief  the  slavish  majority  who 
are  without  backbone  or  any  semblance  of  character. 
With  one  exception  none  of  these  cockney  family 
budgets  make  any  mention  of  expenditure  on  reading 
matter,  the  solitary  exception  being  provided  by  a 
cheery  "Father  of  Eleven"  who  has  brought  up  that 
number  of  sons  and  daughters  on  five  hundred  pounds 
a  year  and  has  been  for  a  quarter  of  a  century  a  sub- 
scriber to  the  Century  and  Harper's. 

London,  August  27,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Seventy  years  ago  a  French  settlement  was  made  at 
Reunion,  Texas,  by  a  group  of  disciples  of  the  social  re- 
form proposed  by  Saint  Simon.  The  moving  spirit  of 
the  colony  was  Jacques  Etienne  Xormand.  Adopting 
the  theories  of  the  Saint  Simonists,  Xormand  associated 
himself  with  Barthelemy  Enfantin  and  later  with  Jean 
Reybaud.  Disagreements  arose  and  Xormand  assumed 
independent  leadership  of  a  faction ;  in  the  revolution 
of  184S  he  sought  permission  to  organize  a  community 
of  his  followers  in  Picardy.  When  Louis  Xapoleon 
became  prince-president  he  promptly  expelled  Xormand 
from  France.  In  1S51  Xormand  found  his  way  to 
Texas  and  joined  forces  with  Victor  Considerant,  also 
expelled  from  France.  Xormand  w-as  abundantly  sup- 
plied with  funds  and  bought  2000  acres  near  San  An- 
tonio, on  which  he  established  the  commune  of  La 
Reunion.  The  morals  of  the  community  were  not 
above  reproach,  even  in  a  border  community,  and  Con- 
siderant urged  that  communism  should  extend  to  the 
community  of  women,  who  were  said  to  be  no  better 
than  they  should  be,  hence  Texas  expelled  them  all. 
In  1857  Xormand  endeavored  to  establish  a  commune 
near  El  Paso  and  in  1861  he  renewed  the  attempt  at 
La  Reunion.  For  the  last  attempt  he  was  sent  to 
prison    for   five   vears.     He    died    in    San    Antonio    in 

1867. 

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Asphalt,  with  which  so  many  roads  are  paved,  was 
found  by  accident.  Many  years  ago,  in  Switzerland, 
natural  rock  asphalt  was  discovered,  and  for  more  than 
a  century  it  was  used  for  the  purpose  of  extracting  the 
rich  stores  of  bitumen  it  contained.  In  time  it  was 
noticed  that  pieces  of  rock  which  fell  from  the  wagons 
and  were  crushed  by  the  wheels  formed  a  marvelously 
fine  road  surface  when  assisted  by  the  heat  of  the  sun. 
A  proper  road  of  asphalt  rock  was  then  made,  follow- 
ing upon  the  discovery,  and  in  1854  an  experimental 
roadway  was  laid  in  Paris.  From  that  time  the  use  of 
rock  asphalt  for  the  making  of  roads  and  pavements 
has  increased  and  extended  to  many  countries. 


The  new  Chinese  dollars  of  the  Chinese  republic  are 
objects  of  much  curiosity  among  the  natives.  They 
carry  English  on  the  obverse  side  and  Chinese  on  the 
reverse,  with  the  picture  of  Dr.  Sun  Yat  Sen,  founder 
of  the  republic. 


Deputy  Fire  Chief  William  Guerin,  head  of  the  Bu- 
reau of  Fire  Prevention,  Xew  York,  has  won  a  degree 
of  bachelor  of  laws  by  attending  night  school  and  study- 
ing at  odd  times  during  the  day.  He  is  about  to  apply 
for  admission  to  the  bar,  and  if  successful  will  quit  his 
fire  work. 

John  Laws,  recently  elected  register  of  deeds  of 
Orange  County,  Xorth  Carolina,  has  held  the  same  po- 
sition for  sixty-three  years,  and  is  said  to  be  the  oldest 
officeholder  in  the  world.  He  is  ninety  years  old.  and 
is  one  of  the  two  Xorth  Carolina  survivors  of  the 
Mexican  War. 

Miss  Winnifred  Whitcomb,  lecturer  of  Everett 
Grange,  Everett,  Massachusetts,  claims  the  distinction 
of  being  the  youngest  person  holding  such  a  position 
in  the  United  States.  She  is  fifteen  years  of  age,  and 
takes  an  important  part  in  the  ritualistic  work  when- 
ever degrees  are  conferred. 

Baron  Hengelmuller  von  Hengervar,  who  has  just 
retired  as  ambassador  of  Austria-Hungary,  had  been 
in  Washington  for  eighteen  years,  and  was  the  dean 
of  the  capital's  diplomatic  corps.  He  has  attained  the 
age  of  retirement  in  the  Austrian  diplomatic  service, 
and  it  is  said  he  may  enter  the  privy  council  on  his 
return  to  Austria. 

Hugh  Blaker,  an  English  artist,  who  has  been  sig- 
nally honored  by  purchase  of  his  charcoal  drawing,  "Le 
Yiellard,"  for  the  British  section  of  the  Luxembourg 
Museum  in  Paris,  is  curator  of  the  Holburne  Museum 
at  Bath,  and  has  been  an  exhibitor  at  the  Xew  English 
Art  Club.  He  is  the  first  English  art  director  to  have 
his  work  placed  in  the  museum. 

Mrs.  Lydia  R.  Kemper,  a  scientist  of  note,  has  re- 
ceived unusual  recognition  in  Germany,  the  emperor 
having  recently  conferred  on  her  the  title  of  "pro- 
fessor." Though  born  in  Russia,  she  has  lived  prac- 
tically all  of  her  life  in  this  country,  and  has  occupied 
a  chair  at  the  University  of  Pennsylvania.  Mrs.  Kem- 
per is  now  in  Berlin,  pursuing  scientific  investigations. 

Having  adopted  twenty-six  children  during  his  life, 
Joseph  Hinchman,  aged  eighty-seven,  a  prosperous  " 
farmer  at  Merchantville.  Xew  Jersey,  has  established  a 
unique  record.  While  he  never  had  the  entire  twenty- 
six  under  his  roof  at  one  time,  not  infrequently  did  he 
have  six  or  seven.  Two-thirds  of  them  are  now  in 
business  for  themselves,  and  the  others  are  also  good 
citizens. 

Dr.  Charles  Waldstein,  who  received  one  of  the  royal 
birthday  honors  in  the  form  of  knighthood,  is  an  Amer- 
ican by  birth,  but  has  lived  in  England  for  years.  He 
w-as  born  in  Xew  York  in  1S56,  and  received  his  edu- 
cation at  Columbia  and  Heidelberg.  As  an  archaeolo- 
gist he  has  gained  w-orld-wide  fame,  and  has  written 
much  on  the  subject.  He  is  associated  with  King's 
College,  Cambridge. 

The  Duchess  of  Fyfe,  who  recently  attained  her 
twenty-first  birthday,  is  owner  of  one  of  the  largest  es- 
tates in  Xorth  Britain,  comprising  nearly  250,000  acres 
of  cultivated  land,  mountain,  moor,  and  forest.  She 
inherited  the  vast  estates  and  great  riches  of  her  father. 
The  duchess  is  fond  of  outdoor  sport,  especially  of 
angling.  She  is  said  to  have  more  than  the  ordinary 
share  of  the  business  capacity  of  the  Duff  family. 

Canon  Herbert  Hensley  Henson,  rector  of  St.  Mar- 
garet's, Westminster,  and  one  of  England's  most 
famous  preachers,  will  shortly  visit  Canada  and  the 
Eastern  part  of  the  United  States.  At  the  LTnion  Theo- 
logical Seminary.  Xew  York,  he  will  deliver  lectures 
on  the  two-hundred-and-fiftieth  anniversary  of  the  evic- 
tion of  the  nonconformists  in  England  in  1662.  He  is 
a  native  of  London,  and  has  written  many  volumes. 
For  recreation  he  turns  to  cycling  and  walking. 

Joseph  Ury  Crawford,  who  has  just  retired  as  con- 
suiting  engineer  of  the  Pennsylvania  Railroad,  having 
reached  his  seventieth  year,  lias  been  twice  decorated 
by  the  Japanese  government.  He  was  appointed  con- 
sulting engineer  of  the  government  of  Japan  in  1878. 
and  was  decorated  by  the  emperor  with  the  Order  of 
the  Rising  Sun.  In  1910  he  received  his  second  decora- 
tion, that  of  the  Order  of  the  Sacred  Treasure.  He  is 
a  Civil  War  veteran,  who  went  out  a  private  and  re- 
turned a  captain. 

Mme.  de  Ronsard,  a  heroine  who  nursed  British  sol- 
diers with  Florence  Xightingale  in  the  Crimean  \\  ar, 
is  now,  at  the  age  of  eighty-four,  living  in  an  obscure 
quarter  of  Cairo,  Egypt,  in  sickness  and  want,  it  is  said. 
She  commenced  her  career  as  a  Sister  of  Charity  in 
1849.  and  was  decorated  twenty-two  years  later  by 
President  Thiers  for  services  rendered  the  wounded 
during  the  last  agony  of  the  Commune.  After  the 
Crimea  she  served  as  a  nurse  in  the  Schleswig-Holstein 
campaign,  where  she  was  wounded. 

Senor  Guillenno  Billinghurst,  ex-mayor  of  Lima, 
iust  elected  President  of  Peru,  was  born  of  English 
'parents,  who  settled  in  Peru  over  sixty  years  ago.  He 
is  a  native  of  Arica.  ami  received  his  education  in  \  :il- 
paraiso  and  Buenos  Ayres.  In  1S6S.  when  his  family 
was  practically  ruined  by  the  earthquake,  he  went  to 
Iquique  and  devoted  himself  with  much  success  to  scien- 
tific research  work.  His  political  debut  ilates  back  to 
1874.  when  he  was  elected  secretary  of  Iquique 
province.  In  that  year  he  published  his  ho  V  on  "Mu- 
nicipal Legislation  in  Peru,"  which  \r.\- 
standard  book  on  the  subject  in  thai 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  14,  1912. 


FATHER  JOHN   AND   THE   FASCINATOR. 


At  the  Sacrificial  Altar. 


What  in 


"Wake  up,  man  alive,  and  give  it  a  name ! 
— the  next  world  are  you  dreaming  about?" 

"Just  now,  of  nothing  in  the  next  world — ray  next 
world — but  of  my  boy  in  this  your  world.  What  in 
the  world  is  to  become  of  him,  simple  as  a  child,  like 
every  true  genius?  Look  at  that  cartoon  in  there  only 
too  damnably  well  done  by  that  picturesque  artist  who 
astonishes  the  natives  of  Piedmont,  b'gum,  by  wearing 
a  bit  of  Promethean  hellfire  for  a  necktie !  How  the 
devil  he's  going  to  escape  it  I  don't  know!" 

"Father  John"  Ijams  fell  again  into  a  study  black  as 
the  bottomless.  His  back  on  his  old  friend,  he  sat  in 
what  was  to  him  in  his  present  mood  an  anteroom  of 
Inferno;  but  which  was  in  reality  the  reception  hall  of 
his  host's  magnificently  appointed  club. 

Colonel  Manners  laid  violent  hands  on  Father  John's 
study-stooped  shoulders,  brought  him  up  and  round 
bodily  with  a  quick  turn,  and  shook  him  into  wakeful- 
ness. "Look  here,  you  haughty  highpriest  of  thought, 
you !  I'm  not  talking  of  Smarty's  picture,  but  of  your 
poison.  Won't  your  riverence  kindly  give  it  a  name; 
or  must  a  man  drink  alone  even  in  the  company  of  his 
best   friend?" 

"He  sure  must.  Steve.  Stone  walls  do  not  a  prison 
make:  personalities  do.  The  wall  of  personality  is  im- 
penetrable as  unscalable.  Still,  I  really  think  we  un- 
derstand each  other  pretty  well  now — now  that  we 
both  see  through  that  woman!" 

"Meaning  my  wife  that  was,  who  divorced  me  for 
failure  to  provide — after  she  had  made  ostrich  tails 
and  white  heron  heads  of  my  two  fortunes ;  who  stood 
a  score  years  distortingly  between  you  and  me.  And 
to  think  that  I  once  saw  life  through  her  the  color 
of  an  American  Beauty  and  you  blacker  than  a  painted 
devil !  How  wise  the  powers  were  who  denied  her  you 
for  your  good  only  I  know !  The  gods  know  their 
business.  I  richly  deserved  her,  just  as  you  deserved 
Betty  and  the  boy.  Heavens.  Jack,  what  a  profit  you 
found  by  losing  of  your  puerile  prayer!" 

"Only  to  lose  it  after  a  year — the  shortest  and  long- 
est year  ever  man  lived." 

"Get  out  with  you,  you  marble-hearted  fiend !  Think 
of  Jack,  junior!  Why,  man  dear,  I'd  give  my  fool 
eyes  for  a  gifted  boy  like  that,  with  such  a  mother  as 
poor  Betty  was,  Betty  the  really  truly  beautiful,  beau- 
tiful the  whole  depth  from  minus  the  skin  to  the  deep 
heart's  core.  Think  of  Jack,  I  tell  you,  and  give 
thanks!" 

"I  do  think  of  Jack,  and  of  the  price  I  paid  for  him, 
and  don't  you  forget  it !  Some  men  would  hate  him 
for  it,  but  I  am  of  the  kind  that  love  all  the  more  the 
thing  that  cost  us  dear.  Think  of  him?  Why.  I  think 
of  nothing  else,  live  for  nothing  else !  What  I 
wouldn't  do  for  that  boy  of  mine  wouldn't  be 
worth " 

"It's  noticeable  that  you  never  married  again  for 
him  when  he  was  sadly  in  need  of " 

"True,  his  portion  to  drink  was  not  a  stepmother. 
But  how-  came  I  to  be  called  Father  John  ?  Paternal 
care  is  conspicuous  nowadays  only  by  its  presence." 

"Why.  I  always  thought  it  was  because  you  gave  up 
the  priesthood  for  The  Fascinator !  How  like  you. 
Father  John,  to  seek  consolation  in  poetry  instead  of 
forsworn  religion !  Having  once  gone  back  on  the 
church,  you  couldn't  go  back  to  it." 

"Poetry  is  my  religion.  There  is  a  priesthood  of 
beauty  as  well  as  one  of  duty.  I  hold  my  boy  better 
than  celibacy.  This  mundane  sphere  will  be  no  less 
harmonious  with  heaven  because  of  him — even  if  I 
.lid " 

"Marry  his  mother  only  because  she  loved  you  so 
that  your  life  was  worth  giving,  if  not  living.  Betty 
sure  knew  how  to  love!" 

"With  the  love  that  begets  the  love.  Believe  me 
or  not  as  you  have  a  mind  to,  but  I  wasn't  married  to 
Betty  a  month  before  I  saw  The  Fascinator  with  eyes 
scaleless  as  are  yours  today,  and  pitied  you  from  the 
bottom  of  a  heart  full  to  overflowing  with  gratitude  to 
whatever  shapcrs-of-ends  there  be  for  my  own  provi- 
dential escape.  There  is  nothing  so  efficacious  as  the 
gold  of  a  good  woman  like  Betty  to  drive  from  a  man's 
soul   the   entered  iron." 

"Even  if  the  aforesaid  iron  is  dipped  in  the  most 
pernicious  of  poisons.  Darn  your  hide,  why  the  devil 
don't  you  give  yours  a  name?  If,  as  you  say,  to  think 
is  to  be  sad.  then,  as  I  say,  to  drink  is  to  be  glad." 

"Doubtless;  but  the  sadness  of  your  friend  Father 
John  is  sweeter  to  drink  than  all  the  false  elation  ever 
corked  up  by  the  good  monks  of  Chartreuse.  The 
bouquet  of  true  happiness  clings  to  my  solemn  cup. 
My  weary-winged  joy  is  no  noisy,  nasty,  ephemeral 
fly  caught  in  the  web  of  the  weaving  spider  Thought 
and  there  hopelessly  enmeshed  and  cruelly  done  to 
death:  but  a  nectar  freighted  bee  hive-bound  in  the 
half-light:  levitating,  yet  conscious  of  gravity!  All 
iln   same,  ise  you.  for  the  sake  of  new  times, 

I'll  give  my  poison  a  name  and  ride  part  way  to  perdi- 
tion  with  you  on  a  white  horse  on  a  white  rock." 

"A  horse  on  me!"  laughed  the  colonel.  "We  might 
:is  well  make  il   two  while  we're  about  it." 

The  host  tapped  the  bell  imperatively  not  once  nor 

twice,  gave  tin    order,  signed  the  card,  and  raised  bis 

:i  "Here's  bow!"  to  his  guest.    Silently 

they  pledged  •■  ich  other,  these  two  woman-parted  men. 

1     Hiding  henceforth   forevermorc.  no  mat- 

"ullt  believing  that  their  long  broken  friend- 


ship no\v  cemented  by  mature  judgment  would  be  for- 
ever unbreakable  in  the  same  place  by  the  like  means ; 
yes,  in  any  place,  by  any  imaginable  means.  Said 
Father  John's  eyes  in  effect :  "Finer  than  the  love  of 
any  woman  on  earth  is  the  friendship  of  man !"  The 
colonel's  handclasp  said  much  the  same  thing. 

There  they  sat  apart,  drinker  and  thinker,  each  sad 
after  his  fashion.  Finally,  the  host,  unable  longer  to 
stand  the  silence,  must  needs  regale  his  guest  with  club 
cigarettes  that  were  nothing  if  not  innocent  and  contes 
drolatiques  that  for  shadiness  put  both  Balzac  and 
Rabelais  in  the  shade;  vacuous  tales  such  as  genuine 
human  nature  abhors.  Politeness  bade  Father  John 
to  smile;  frankness  forbade.  There  is  nothing  more 
impolite  than  friendship  that  takes  good-will  for 
granted.  Not  to  show  facial  appreciation  of  a  racon- 
teur's worst  efforts  in  your  behalf  is  to  try  friendship, 
however  cemented,  by  fire,  to  invite  at  the  mouth  of  the 
most  genial  of  men  a 

"Why  the  devil  don't  you  laugh?  What  in  Gehenna 
do  you  mean  by  sitting  there  like  a  belfried  owl  warm- 
ing your  five  witticisms.  To  judge  from  your  vacant 
expression,  you  ought  to  be  laughing  loudly." 

"My  young  friend,"  retorted  Father  John  with  mock 
solemnity  and  humility,  "the  heart  of  philosophy  no 
less  than  its  head  is  too  full  for  loud  laughter.  To  be 
honest  with  you,  that  gifted  boy  of  mine,  for  whom 
you'd  give  your  fool  eyes  as  I  my  wise  ones,  is  this 
blessed  or  cursed  minute  being  tried  out  for  the  Or- 
pheum  Circuit.  I'd  give  a  good  deal  for  your  fatal 
facility  for  inebriation.  What  an  ungilded  fool  you 
are  to  eat  your  heart  out  and  drink  your  head  off  for 
that  ex-wife  of  yours !" 

"My  dear  fellow,  you're  off.  I  don't  so  much  as 
hate  her!"  The  colonel  laughed.  Sardonic  w-as  no 
word  for  that  laughter.  Therein  was  merriment  at  the 
hugely  jocose  incongruity  of  things,  merriment  large- 
hearted  and  sympathetic  as  the  very  Dickens's,  as  de- 
void of  cynicism. 

"What's  the  joke?"  demanded  Father  John. 

"Just  think  of  John  Ijams,  Jr.,  genius,  keyboard  wun- 
derkind,  in  vaudeville!" 

"Why  not,  when  the  more  than  mortal  Sally  and  the 
immortal  Barrie's  Barrymore  and  Brother-and-side- 
kicker-to-the-bay-steer  Albertus  and — but  that's  not 
what  you're  grinning  at,  my  boy's  condescending  to  try 
to  get  into  such  company.  Out  with  it,  the  Cheshire 
cat!" 

The  colonel  looked  grave.  "Funny,"  he  remarked 
philosonhically,  "what  a  small  stage  all  the  world  is! 
This  very  morning  The  Fascinator  is  being  tried  out 
for  the  self-same  circuit.  You  know  what  an  actress 
she  is;  what  a  stepping-stone  to  the  altar  is  the 
stage!" 

Father  John  laughed  carefree.  "You  don't  mean  to 
tell  me !  I  had  no  idea  she  was  in  town — followed  you 
from  New  York,  I  suppose?" 

"Yes;  to  New  York  and  from.  I've  had  the  devil  of 
a  time  going  to  and  fro  and  up  and  down,  dodging  that 
worst  of  all  duns.  Alimony.  Fancy  being  divorced  for 
failure  to  provide  for  your  financial  ruiner  and  then 
being  hounded  for  a  hundred  a  month  alimony,  which 
leaves  me  exactly  fifty  to  live  on !" 

"No,  I  don't  think  I'd  fancy  it  one  bit,  to  say  nothing 
of  eight  hundred  bits  per.  Say,  Steve,  will  you  do 
something  for  me?  I  owe  you  a  debt  of  gratitude. 
What  insufferable  suffering  you  unwittingly  saved  me ! 
Look  here.     Let  me  pay  that  alimony  for  you!" 

"Thanks  awfully,  Father  John,  but  I,  too,  pin  my 
faith  upon  the  stepping-stone.  Let  her  but  step  from 
the  stage  to  the  altar  and  I'm  free  of  her  as  you  are. 
Besides,  what  are  you  talking  about,  man?  You  pay  a 
hundred  a  month  !     It  is  to  weep !" 

Father  John  put  an  arm  in  homespun  round  the 
colonel's  stiff  neck.  "Old  woman,  can  you  keep  a 
secret?"  he  stage-whispered.  "I  did  that  much  for  my 
boy,  anyway !" 

"How  much,  Jack?  What  much?  You  know  how 
I  hate  to  be  mystified." 

"A  hundred  thousand !  I,  idle  singer  born,  made  that 
much  for  my  boy,  and  then  myself  miserable  by  re- 
fraining from  spending  a  red  cent  of  it  on  him.  You 
know  how  indolent  he  is,  how  far  short  his  genius  is 
of  being  short  for  application.  Well,  for  years  I've 
cracked  the  lash  of  poverty  close  as  possible  to  that 
musical  ear  of  his.  Daily  have  I  denied  myself  the 
pleasure  of  giving  him  pleasure.  High  thinking  and 
hard  work  on  an  income  of  five  hundred  a  month  is 
herculean  labor  for  any  man  Jack  of  us,  let  alone 
Betty's  boy.  Had  I  fed  him  money,  the  boy  would 
have  become  a  dilettante.  Just  as  soon  as  work  has 
become  second  nature  with  him.  and  his  time  so  pre- 
cious that  the  burglar  alarm  rings  the  moment  procras- 
tination conies  back-porching  the  house  of  mind,  he  can 
have  a  goodly  bit  of  dough  to  play  with,  long  as  it's 
pie-dav  with  Father  John." 

"The  first  thing  you  know,  he'll  be  getting  five  hun- 
dred a  week.  What'll  .Father  John  do  then,  poor 
thing?" 

"I  hope  not.  I  hope  to  goodness  he  gets  turned 
down  good  and  hard.     It'd  be  the  makings  of  him  !" 

"As  it  and  poverty  were  the  makings  of  you.  Oh, 
yes,  thev  were.  The  Fascinator  was  as  fond  of  you  as 
she  could  be  of  anything  not  bounded  by  her  thin  skin 
of  beauty.  Time  and  again  has  she  told  me  so  her- 
self. Serves  me  ri<dit  for  buying  her.  Imagine  me 
paying  friendship  and  self-respect  for  her!  There's 
not  a  damn  one  of  them  worth  all  that!" 

"She's  a  fascinator,  all  the  same,  and  you  know  it, 
and  I  know  it.  and  there's  no  use  denying  it,  even  if 
she  is  the  least  desirable  wife  in  the  world." 


"No,  but  we've  done  with  her  now,  thank  the  powers 
— all  but  the  alimony.  We're  friends  again,  and  you 
and  I  have  got  your  boy." 

"By  the  way,  he  ought  to  be  here  by  now.  I  wonder 
what's  keeping  him.  He  promised  to  run  right  up  and 
let  me  know  what  they  thought  of  his  playing." 

The  colonel's  face  was  a  study,  like  that  of  a  race- 
horse man  with  a  hunch.  "I'll  bet  you  anything  you 
like,"  he  began;  but  Father  John  was  flown  to  the 
rescue  of  a  clothes-forgetful  youth,  to  all  seeming  a 
true  bohemian  after  Henri  Murger's  own  heart,  who 
was  having  the  worst  of  it  in  a  little  verbal  encounter 
with  the  door-guarding  Cerberus  of  the  club,  before 
wdiose  prodigious  dignity  and  gilded  elegance  genius 
was  nothing  if  not  abashed. 

"Father  John,"  condoled  Colonel  Manners,  the  rescue 
effected  by  main  strength  and  awkwardness,  "  'tis  plain 
to  be  seen  as  head-liner  type  that  your  fond  hope  of 
Jack's  being  thrown  down  good  and  hard  has  been 
dashed  to  the  ground.  The  breakings  of  your  boy, 
having  been  indefinitely  deferred,  will  be  the  makings 
of  no  man.  How  heart-sickening  a  success !  You  will 
want  to  be  alone  with  your  sorrow.  Comfort  your 
poor  father,  Jack  !  Adolphus,  Mr.  I j  ams's  hat  and — 
no  coat!     Godspeed  my  guest!" 

While  the  colonel's  tongue  condoled,  his  hand  con- 
gratulated. A  cheerful  liar  was  Stephen  Manners,  a 
house  divided  against  itself,  who  loved  the  concert  stage 
and  visited  the  vaudeville. 

After  Father  John  had  taken  his  hat,  his  son,  and  his 
departure,  the  brave  colonel  marched  up  against  the 
booze  with  all  the  confidence  of  a  David  against  the 
Philistines  and  dispatched  half  a  dozen  white  horses  in 
short  order.  Which  done,  he  bet  "Hellanddamnation" 
a  hundred  to  one  that  that  woman  was  at  the  bottom 
of  the  boy's  transfigured  face. 

At  the  moment  Colonel  Manners  was  laying  his  im- 
aginary wager,  Jack  was  making  a  tourniquet  of  his 
terrible  pianist  fingers  round  the  widower's  heart  arm, 
and  telling  Taylor  Street  the  news  thusly:  "Just  think, 
Father  John:  now  that  I  have  made  good,  she  will 
marry  me !" 

"Marry  you !  Who'll  marry  you  ?  Has  success 
driven  the  boy  crazy!" 

"Why,  the  girl  I  told  you  about  the  other  night.  You 
don't  mean  to  tell  me  you  don't  'remember  my  telling 
you  I  had  a  girl  ?  You're  a  great  fellow,  Father  John  ! 
I'm  afraid  to  let  you  meet  her :  you'll  want  to  run  away 
with   her!     She's !" 

"Who  and  what?" 

"Miss  Rosie  Ursell,  the  dear " 

"Est,  most  unselfish  little  woman  in  the  world,  who 
is  willing  to  forego  a  great  stage  career  for  your  sake, 
now  that  you  have  made  good  with  the  manager!" 

"Father  John,  you're  a  wonder !" 

The  boy  wonder  embraced  the  man,  hugged  him  al- 
most to  death — under  the  wheels  of  a  black  automobile 
then  swooping  down  the  tire-polished  Sutter  Street. 
All  the  way  home  the  best  and  bravest  in  Father  John 
fought  with  an  invisible  Betty  for  his  right  to  make 
good  his  boast  that  he  would  do  anything — no  matter 
how  hateful  to  him — for  her  boy  and  his. 

A  week  after  that  narrow  escape,  Miss  Rosie  Ursell 
— the  court  had  restored  to  Mrs.  Colonel  Manners,  so 
called  of  society  reporters,  her  maiden  name — married 
a  hundred  thousand  dollars  and  Father  John.  Accord- 
ing to  the  aforesaying  society  reporters,  'twas  an  old 
love  affair  and  very  romantic.  Very  romantic  it  was. 
But  the  affair  was  the  love  of  father  for  son;  the  ro- 
mance, his  self-immolation !  This  writer  saw  Father 
John  the  morning  of  his  marriage ;  his  face  was  radiant 
as  a  Christian  martyr's ;  as  that  of  a  man  who  makes 
a  sacrifice  so  great,  under  such  conditions,  that  it  is 
bound  to  be  misunderstood. 

That  afternoon,  the  colonel  and  his  boy,  the  former 
full  of  false  courage;  the  latter,  of  righteous  indigna- 
tion and  divine  despair,  met  the  shining-faced  groom 
where  Sutter  crosses  Taylor  and  death  is  hard  to  es- 
cape; and  then  and  there  fell  upon  his  neck  and  smote 
him  tongue  and  tongue.  The  colonel  accused  Father 
John  of  buying  something  or  other  back,  of  being  a 
sneak,  a  liar,  a  thief,  a  cad,  and  a  false  friend.  The 
colonel's  boy  wept  no  stage  tears  and  chimed  in : 
"You're  no  father  of  mine,  or  you  wouldn't  have  gone 
and  robbed  me  that  way — underhand.  Oh,  my  God, 
my  stepmother!     I  can  never  marry  her  now!" 

The  religion-forswearer  answered  them  never  a  word. 
He  simply  bowed  his  head  and  went  on  about  his  busi- 
ness, smiling  like  a  young  wife  with  a  secret  that  can 
not  be  kept.  The  time  would  come,  if  not  in  this  world, 
then  in  the  next,  when  the  bread  of  life  he  had  cast 
on  the  waters  would  return  to  him  and  his  boy  be  his 
boy  again  and  his  friend  his  friend. 

"There  is  (says  the  learned  critic  of  the  Musical 
Spectator)  much  of  the  breath-stopping,  heart-crushing 
beauty  of  tremendous  things  in  young  Ijams's  interpre- 
tation of  Russia's  heroic  struggle  to  express  her  newly 
awakened  savage  soul,  her  peasant  might,  her  mon- 
strous wrongs,  by  the  mouths  of  Dvorak  and  Tschai- 
kowsky — Russia  whose  most  articulate  voice  is  music. 
Colonel  Manners,  the  wonderful  boy's  manager,  is 
proud  of  him  as  if  he  were  his  own.  Young  Ijams,  on 
his  side,  regards  the  colonel  as  his  real  father  and 
credits  him  with  not  a  little  of  his  success." 

Born  man  of  Ur,  the  husband  of  The  Fascinator  nor 
curses  God  nor  dies,  nor  beweeps  the  day  of  his  birth ; 
but  hungrily  awaits  the  return  of  his  bread.  Mean- 
while he  is  fed  of  ravens,  is  Father  John. 

Harry  Cowell. 

San  Francisco,  September,  1912. 


September  14,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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MORE  LETTERS  OF  EDWARD  LEAR. 


Lady  Strachey  Gives  Us  a  Second  Volume  of  the   Corre- 
spondence of  the  Artist  and  Humorist. 


It  is  now  about  four  years  since  Lady  Strachey  pub- 
lished her  first  volume  of  Edward  Lear's  letters.  At 
that  time  she  hinted  at  a  further  issue,  and  now  she  tells 
us  that  the  public  in  America  and  England  gave  so 
kindly  a  reception  to  the  first  volume  that  she  is  en- 
couraged to  carry  out  her  early  suggestion  and  to  pub- 
lish a  second.  Many  new  letters  have  come  into  her 
possession  and  in  other  ways  she  has  gained  fresh  light 
upon  Lear's  character  through  communications  called 
forth  by  her  earlier  book.  Specially  valuable  is  the 
preface  by  Mr.  Hubert  Congreve,  who  was  a  close 
friend  of  Lear's  San  Remo  days  and  who  tells  us  that 
Lear  was  of  Danish  extraction  and  that  his  grandfather 
altered  the  spelling  of  his  name  to  suit  English  pronun- 
ciation. Mr.  Congreve  tells  us  that  Lear  was  far 
prouder  of  his  "Book  of  Nonsense"  than  of  his  paint- 
ings. A  favorable  review  would  delight  him,  but  "how 
he  chafed  under  an  unfavorable  notice."  Criticism  of 
his  pictures  he  took  unconcernedly,  and  would  often 
repeat  the  story  of  a  brother  artist  who  came  to  see  his 
paintings  and  asked,  "What  sort  of  a  tree  do  you  call 
that,  Lear?"  "An  olive;  perhaps  you  have  never  seen 
one,"  was  Lears  reply.  "No,  and  don't  want  to  if  they 
are  like  that,"  was  the  retort.  But  he  never  repeated 
any  story  telling  against  his  Nonsense,  and  Ruskin's 
praise  was  very  dear  to  him.  Writing  to  Mr.  Congreve 
in  1883,  when  he  was  seventy-one,  he  gives  the  follow- 
ing account  of  his  day's  work : 

In  general  I  live  in  a  mucilaginous  monotony  of  submarine 
solitude.  My  life  goes  thus,  and  I  can  not  say  I  find  the  days 
long.  I  rise  part'y  at  five  or  six  and  read  till  seven,  when 
Mitri  brings  a  cup  of  coffee.  Then  comes  whole  rising — tub, 
etc. — and  arrangement  of  studio  palettes,  etc. — letters  to  read 
— till  8  :30,  when  I  get  a  big  cup  of  cocoa,  one  egg  and  a  piece 
of  toast.  Work  till  near  twelve,  when  lunch  and  Barolo. 
Sometimes  half  an  hour's  sleep,  but  more  frequently  work 
again  till  4  or  3:30.  Then  hear  my  two  Suliots  lessons  and 
walk  in  the  garden  till  six,  and  on  the  terrace  till  6:1.  Visit 
to  the  kitchen  for  fifteen  minutes,  then  Dinner — two  objects 
only — soup  and  meat,  only  latterly  Nicola  has  taken  to  making 
lovely  boiled  rice  puddings.  After  dinner  "pen  out"  drawings 
till  8:15.  Next  have  a  cup  of  tea — brought  to  my  room  by 
the  lad  Dimitri,  who  says  the  Lord's  prayer  and  exit.  After 
some  more  reading,  I  get  to  sleep  before  ten  mostly.  There 
is  accounts — research  once  a  week,  the  accounts  being  kept 
with  perfect  clearness  and  accuracy  by  Nicola,  usually  averaging 
£1  5s.  for  myself  weekly.  As  for  work,  the  big  Athos  keeps 
progressing  by  phitz,  and  so  does  the  big  Ravenna,  and  Esa, 
and  Moon'.ight  on  still  waters,  and  Gwalior  and  Argos — which 
last  I  have  been  at  all  this  week  past,  and  which  I  fancy  will 
be  one  of  the  best  works  of  Mr.  Lear's  fancy  (though  perhaps 
you  may  say,  "Ah,  Goose!  perhaps  it  isn't").  But  it  is  get- 
ting too  cold  to  work  upstairs  in  that  big  room,  so  I  mean  now 
to  overhaul  the  4  water  color  drawings  which  are  already 
far  advanced.  Also  I  go  on  irregularly  at  the  (Alfred  Ten- 
nyson) illustrations — vainly  hitherto  seeking  a  method  of  do- 
ing them  by  which  I  can  eventually  multiply  my  200  designs 
by  photograph,  or  autograph,  or  sneezigraph,  or  any  other 
graph.  In  addition  to  all  this,  I  am  at  present  frequently 
occupied  in  cutting,  measuring,  squaring  and  mounting  on 
colored  paper,  all  the  sketches  I  did  this  autumn — all  very 
bad,  though  correct  and  not  uninteresting.  Perugia,  Abetone, 
the  Pineta  of  Pisa,  etc. — with — above  all,  three  very  long  ones 
taken  from  the  new  Bellavista  at  M.  G-  (Monte  Generoso) 
just  before  dear  old  George  died.  I  hope  some  day  yet  to 
make  a  long  Water  Color  Drawing  from  them.  There,  my 
chicken  !     Don't  go  for  to  say  I  aint  industrious  at  72. 

Lear  was  not  among  those  who  love  to  pour  out  their 
souls  in  letter-writing.  We  can  extract  no  philosophy 
from  this  correspondence,  no  thread  of  sustained 
thought,  and  very  seldom  even  a  recurrence  to  any  par- 
ticular topic.  The  letters  convey  the  impression  of 
being  written  in  a  hurry  and  often  as  a  condensed  com- 
mentary upon  the  affairs  of  the  day.  There  are  many 
casual  references  to  religion  and  usually  of  a  kind 
hardly  calculated  to  please  the  dogmatist.  In  one  place 
he  refers  to  the  enemies  of  Colenso  as  "ravening 
fanatics"  who  are  "highly  devil  inspired."  In  the 
course  of  the  same  letter,  written  from  Folkestone,  he 
says : 

I  am  going  to  church  this  morning — more  because  I  don't 
like  systematically  shewing  a  determination  to  ignore  all  out- 
ward forms  than  for  any  other  cause:  but  as  it  is  probable 
I  shall  be  disgusted,  possibly  I  shall  not  go  again.  As  the 
clergy  go  on  now,  they  seem  in  a  fair  way  of  having — as  the 
Irish  gentleman  said — only  the  four  Fs  for  their  admirers, 
Fanatics,   Farisees,   Faymales.  and   Fools. 

Later  on  he  writes  a  short  letter  from  Nice,  full  of 
encomiums  of  the  Italian  people — "a  more  delightfully 
civil,  intelligent,  and  industrious  population  does  not,  I 
think,  exist."  The  letter  is  dated  January  2,  1865,  when 
the  religious  question  was  uppermost  in  the  Italian 
mind  and  the  subject  of  general  discussion: 

I  have  talked  with  many  of  all  classes — workmen,  engineers. 
Deputies  of  Parliament,  etc.,  and  have  always  more  and 
more  admired  Italian  character.  Some  of  their  remarx  on 
the  religious  crisis  of  their  country  are  very  striking.  "I  am 
afraid,"  said  a  fierce  Protestant  Exeterhalliste,  "that  you 
Italians  are  leaving  your  belief  in  your  Roman  faith,  and 
are  most  of  you  believing  in  nothing  at  all." — "You  think 
then,"  was  the  reply — "that  God  is  nothing?     The   Pope  says 

— believe  in  me  or  go  to  H ,  you  Calvinists  say  the  same  : 

— but  our  nation  is  beginning  to  think  that  the  "Almighty  is 
greater   than  priests   of  either  sort." 

Seventeen  years  later  we  find  another  letter  which 
seems  to  show  that  Lear  had  some  sort  of  religious 
belief  as  well  as  various  kinds  of  unbelief.  He  could 
not  understand  why  supernaturalism  must  necessarily 
be  an  element  of  religion  and  why  the  miraculous  birth 
of  Christ  should  rank  in  importance  with  his  ethical 
teachings: 

Did  I  ask  you  if  you  had  ever  read  a  little  book,  "Christian 
Theology  and  Modern  Scepticism,"  by  the  Duke  of  Somerset? 
Alfred  Seymour  sent  it  me  lately,  and  it  has  in  it  much  of 
interest,  though — to  me  at  least — nothing  of  novelty.  The 
question  of  how  to  reconcile  a  non-supernatural  religion  with 
the  wants  of  humanity  is  verily  a  difficulty  not  to  be  got  over 


in  our  days.  I  am  inclined  now  to  be  grateful  for  having  no 
children,  for  if  on  the  one  hand  I  could  not  conscientiously 
teach  them  that  the  "Miracles"  were  true, — on  the  other  I 
should  shrink  from  unrotting  roughly  all  their  mother-given 
instructions  about  the  Divinity  of  Christ.  Why  the  character 
and  teaching  of  Christ  should  not  by  degrees  become  as  great 
a  support  of  religious  people  as  the  doctrine  or  dogma  of  a 
supernatural  birth  it  is  provoking  to  be  obliged  to  doubt :  yet 
perhaps  they  could  not  be  so  supporting  as  they  are  if 
stripped  of  their  mystery.  Che  so  io  ?  as  the  fly  said — he 
was  an  Italian  fly — when  the  Hippopotamus  asked  him  what 
the  moon  was  made  of. 

A  further  religious  reference  may  be  permitted  as 
showing  Lear's  detestation  of  priestcraft  and  of  re- 
ligious systems  that  are  compatible  with  vacuity  of 
mind.  Writing  from  Italy  to  Chichester  Fortescue,  he. 
says: 

I  wish  Lord  Lansdowne's  speech  about  "too  much  church 
and  too  many  priests  and  too  little  humanity"  was  printed 
widely:  here  as  Hy.  G.  says — "the  hills  are  covered  with  par- 
sons,"— and  women  and  fine  ladies  walk  miles  to  morning 
sacraments  and  daily  prayers  :  but  their  dress  and  the  narrow- 
ness of  their  mental  perceptions  is  what  most  strikes  thinking 
men  who  see  much  of  them.  If  a  tenth  part  of  what  the 
Saturday  Reviewers  write  about  women  is  true  a  B  "national 
calamity"  is  on  the  increase  and  the  priesthood  as  a  class  are 
responsible  for  removing  half  of  their  hearers  out  of  the  pale 
of  reason  into  that  of  vanity,  bigotry,  and  living  death.  So, 
my  dear  boy,  you  see,  I  go,  by  way  of  not  being  completely 
unconventional,  to  church  often,  bitter  as  the  hideous  task  is: 
on  the  other  hand  I  think — is  one  sex  doomed  to  be  the 
prey  of  the  priests  and  to  deteriorate  accordingly?  will  no- 
body help  these  long-trained  chignon-befooled  lambs? — and — 
q.  e.  d. — therefore  I  go  out  for  all  the  Sunday  at  times — not 
being  able  to  bear  respectable  foolery  and  superstitious  in- 
iquity more  than  in  a  certain  quantity  at  once. 

Political  references  are  numerous,  but  they  are 
always  couched  in  the  abrupt  and  almost  jerky  style 
characteristic  of  the  correspondence  as  a  whole.  Lear 
was  a  Liberal  and  he  hated  Lord  Beaconsfield  and  all 
his  works,  and  especially  those  works  that  pointed 
toward  imperialism.  The  assumption  of  the  title  of 
Empress  of  India  by  Queen  Victoria  was  peculiarly  re- 
sented by  Lear  and  he  takes  occasion  to  scarify  Bea- 
consfield, who  was  responsible  for  it : 

Concerning  the  present  government,  it  seems  to  me  that 
the  "Empress  business"  is  far  worse  than  folly  :  and  I  some- 
times think  that  the  Right  Hon.  Gentleman  and  Novelist — 
Charlatan  at  the  head  of  H  M's  Government  is  about  the 
worst  R.  Republican  going.  Anyhow,  numbers  of  Repub- 
licans bless  him  for  this  last  effort.  But  please  tell  me  (what 
I  can  not  understand  was  not  put  forth  in  your  House  by  our 
side)  if  as  Lord  Cairns  and  the  D[uke]  of  Richmond  said, 
all  this  fuss  about  the  title  is  only  a  party  movement, — why 
did  Messrs.  Henley  and  Newdigate  vote  against  it,  or  refrain 
from  voting  for  it  ?  Surely  they  are  Conservatives  if  any  are 
alive. 

But  if  Lear  was  a  Liberal  he  was  by  no  means  a 
Russophile  nor  addicted  to  the  indiscriminate  praises  of 
Russia  so  common  among  Liberals  during  the  Russo- 
Turkish  war,  when  Gladstone  was  fomenting  public 
opinion  against  "the  unspeakable  Turk"  and  in  favor  of 
his  immaculate  adversary.  Writing  to  Lord  Carling- 
xoru  lii-j'^urj.',  ^v,i.  ^...o.-       i  v_. 

I  knew  you  would  not  blow  me  up  about  my  political  maun- 
derings,  because  you  are  of  the  few  who  understand  this 
queer  child.  My  dear  Northbrook  don't,  and  once  wrote  to 
me  about  "the  Turks,  of  whom  you  think  so  highly" — meaning 
the  Turkish  Empire.  Now,  no  one  has  ever  heard  me  say  a 
word  in  favor  of  the  Turks  as  government  or  governors.  I 
always  "held  them  abominable."  But  there  is  a  wide  differ- 
ence between  that  opinion,  and  the  stirring  up  bad  and  narrow 
feeling  by  screaming  that  "all  Turks  are  unmentionable  and 
brutes,"  and  that  "Russians  are  tolerant  and  the  forefront  of 
civilization."  On  the  contrary,  the  mass  of  the  Turkish 
people — not  their  governors — is  honest  and  noble :  and  the 
Russian  is  the  beau  ideal  of  intolerance  and  lying.  The 
wicked  cruelties  of  the  Russians  have  ever  been  kept  unre- 
marked by  those  who  have  yelled  at  facts  score  of  times 
less  shocking.  It  is  vain  to  say  that  Bulgaria  is  not  Russian, 
and  perhaps  the  outspoken  raptures  of  extreme  Gladstonian 
principles  express  their  conditions  well, — as  when  our  low 
church  parson  Fenton  says,  "Mr.  G.  is  the  person  appointed 
to  spread  the  Gospel,  and  in  no  case  can  he  promote  that 
blessing  more  widely  than  by  aiding  the  Russians  to  possess 
Constantinople." 

There  are  various  other  references  to  Russia,  and 
always  adverse  ones.  Although  Lear  may  be  counted 
politically  as  among  Gladstone's  followers,  he  had  no 
sympathy  with  a  hatred  of  Turkey  that  took  the  form 
of  an  adulation  of  Russia.  Writing  to  Lord  Carling- 
ford  anent  the  Turkish  atrocities  with  which  the  world 
was  then  ringing,  he  asks,  "Will  nobody  'move'  for 
papers  concerning  Russian  'atrocities'  in  Poland  and 
elsewhere?" 

A  friend  writes,  staying  in  a  house  when  the  late  Premier 
was  a  guest — "Gladstone  in  most  respects  is  a  pleasant  old 
gentleman  enough  :  but  on  the  subject  of  Turkey  he  flares  up 
to  a  while  heat,  and  one's  impression  is,  cither  that  he  is 
more  or  less  insane  or  about  to  be  so, — or  that  he  does  all 
this  screaming  as  a  bidding  for  power."  I  prefer  the  former 
view, — honest  but  enthusiastic  semi-madness  ! ! 

A  few  years  later  and  again  writing  to  Lord  Car- 
lingford,  Lear  makes  a  contemptuous  comparison  be- 
tween Russia  and  Ireland  and  one  that  throws  a  rather 
dubious  light  upon  the  extent  of  his  historical  knowl- 
edge: 

It  was  odd  enough  to  talk  about  Tullymore  with  Lord 
Roden,  Newcastle,  and  the  Morne  Mountains.  For  all  that 
I  am  glad  that  you  arc  away  from  Ireland,  a  country  which 
— in  spite  of  all  allowances  made  for  the  great  sufferings  it 
has  endured  for  centuries  from  England, — must  ever  com- 
pete even  with  Russia  (Mr.  Gladstone's  land  of  religious 
toleration  and  social  liberty)  for  filthy  and  barbarous  bru- 
tality. I  see  that  Lord  Spencer  is  going  back  as  Viceroy, 
but  I  do  not  think  anything  of  these  changes,  believing  as  I  do 
that  nothing  will  satisfy  the  Irish  but  separation  from  Eng- 
land. 

Lear  was  evidently  concerned  and  makes  various 
references  to  the  material  which  was  to  be  ultimately 
available  for  the  purpose: 

A  few  days  ago  a  friend  here  told  me  that  his  mother 
was  obliged  by  her  mother,  to  destroy  a  large  box  of  letters 
written  to  her  brother  or  husband,  one  ffarington  I  think, — 
all  those  letters  were  from  Horace  Walpole.  Did  you  ever 
hear   that?     My    friend    is   one   Mr.    Clay-Keeton    of    Rainhill, 


and  his  grandmother  was  a  ffarington.  Apropos  ot  letters, 
C.  F.  has,  I  dare  say,  heard  me  tell  how  I  have  ever  regr  d 
that  in  a  conscientious  fit  I  destroyed  some  eight  and  ten 
years  of  journals,  written  while  at  Knowsley.  Virtue  is  its 
own  reward  :  for  now,  looking  over  my  sister's  letters,  I  find 
I  copied  out  ali  those  journals  daily  and  sent  them  to  her — 
which  she,  dying,  left  to  me!  My  descriptions  of  persons  at 
Knowsley  choke  me  with  laughing.  Lord  Wilton  for  one, 
and  indeed  half  the  great  people  of  England  who  in  so  many 
years  came  there.  Apropos  of  years — a  lady  here  tells  me 
that  a  new  army  chaplain  at  Bombay,  who  puts  Hs  wrongly, 
began  a  sermon  thus — "Here's  a  go !" — [meaning  to  say 
"Years  ago")  :  whereat  the  audience  burst  into  a  laugh,  and 
the  services  was  chopped  up   instantaneous. 

In  the  course  of  a  long  letter  to  Fortescue,  written  in 
1873,  Lear  confesses  to  a  belief  in  the  Claimant,  whose 
efforts  to  secure  the  Tich borne  estate  were  attracting 
universal  attention  at  that  time: 

Do  you  believe  in  the  Claimant?  I  do.  And  the  indecent 
bullying  of  the  lawyers  makes  one  loathe  the  race.  Why  am 
I  to  believe  that  A.  B.  and  C.  swear  truth,  and  that  D.  E.  and 
F.  are  perjured?  If  you  ask  me  what  year  I  was  in  Ireland 
with  you — 1857  or  1858 — I  can  not  tell:  nor  whether  I  went 
to  Inverary  in  1841  or  1846;  nor  to  Sicily  the  first  time  in 
1840  or  1841.  And  how  are  old  people  to  be  expected  to 
recollect  infinite  dates  ?  The  remarks  of  the  Bench  are  to 
me  a  positive  disgrace,  all  showing  a  foregone  conclusion. 
CBye  the  bye,  I  can't  remember  if  it  were  you  or  Northbrook 
who  wrote  to  me,  "there  is  certainly  a  great  likeness  to  A. 
Seymour  about  the  Claimant.")  I  fear  a  great  many  not  only 
believe,  but  know  that  he  is  the  real  Sir  R[oger]  who  swear 
to  the  contrary :  and  one  of  the  points  to  be  remarked  is 
that  if  he  only  is  judged  to  be  a  perjurer — such  a  mauyats 
sujet,  albeit  a  R[oman]  Cfatholic]  would  reflect  little  dis- 
credit on  Holy  R[oman]  Church.  But  if  the  contrary,  some 
of  the  first  R.  C.  families  lose  caste,  and  the  wound  to  the 
Holy  Mother  would  be  orrid,  and  worth  swearing  black  is 
white  to  avoid  ;  since  absolutions  are  attainable  if  you  sin  for 
the  sake  of  "religion." 

While  Lear  was  staying  at  Bath  in  1SS2  he  was 
visited  by  Lord  Spencer,  whose  official  connection  with 
the  court  suggested  the  probability  of  an  inspection  of 
Lear's  pictures  by  Queen  Victoria : 

There  have  been  already  many  absurd  rumors  about  H.  M. 
coming  here,  and  the  other  day  over  a  hundred  owly  fools 
came  up  and  stood  all  about  my  gate  for  more  than  an  hour! 
but  on  finding  that  no  Queen  came,  went  awav  gnashing  their 
hair  and  tearing  their  teeth.  I  hope  if  H.  M.  does  come,  I 
shall  be  told  of  the  future  event  before  it  comes  to  pass,  as 
it  would  not  be  pretty  to  be  caught  in  old  slippers  and  shirt 
sleeves.  I  dislike  contact  with  Royalty  as  you  know ;  being 
a  dirty  landscape  painter  apt  only  to  speak  his  thoughts  and 
not  to  conceal  them.  The  other  day  when  some  one  said, 
"Why  do  you  keep  your  garden  locked?"  says  I — "to  keep 
out  beastly  German  bands,  and  odious  wandering  Germans  in 
general." — Says  my  friend, — "If  the  Q.  comes  to  your  gallery, 
you  had  better  not  say  that  sort  of  thing."  Says  I — "I  won't 
if  I  can  help  it." 

A  few  good  stories  may  be  found  scattered  through- 
out Lear's  pages.  There  are  not  so  many  as  we  might 
expect  from  a  humorist,  but  then  Lear's  epistolary  style 
did  not  lend  itself  to  humor.  Perhaps  the  fallowing  is 
one  of  the  best: 

And  bye  the  bye,  is  not  your  61st  birthday  just  about  now? 
January   1st  is  my  dear  Frank  Lushington's — also   61  :   North-  • 
hj-ook     t    rhi-ii-    |-    one   if   not   two   years   younger.     But   what 
are    these    "little    differences."     In    a    very    -  *hese 

units  and  tens  and  twentys  are  equally  nil.  (O  cricky  !  will 
the  "ridiculous"  never  leave  me?)  Have  you  never  heard  of 
Emily  F or  Miss  G or  some  female  shrieker  lectur- 
ing on  the  equality  of  the  sexes,  and  saying — "The  sexes  are 
intrinsically  equal,  spite  of  some  little  differences,"  where- 
upon arose  a  roar  of  "Hurrah!  for  their  little  differences!!"' 
— and  after  vain  efforts  to  speak  again,  the  shouters  of  "viva 
the  little  differences !"  finally  won  the  day,  and  the  Lady 
Lecturer   collapsed. 

Then  there  is  the  story  of  the  ladies  at  the  Paris 
Exhibition,  not  a  new  story  perhaps  even  in  Lear's 
day,  but  a  good  one: 

Here  is  a  story  better  to  tell  than  to  write.  Two  Yankee 
ladies  overheard  at  the  Paris  Exhibition,  looking  at  two  rather 
nude  statues — one  inscribed  Io — the  other  Psyche.  Says  one 
to  the  other — "I  can't  bear  No.  10  and  they're  both  very 
indecent,  but  Pish  is  pretty — I  like  Pish." 

And  finally  we  have  the  inevitable  glimpse  of  the 
American  tourist  and  his  opinions  delivered  with  equal 
facility  upon  the  affairs  of  his  country  and  of  the  world 
in  general: 

You  would  have  been  edified  by  the  society  of  several 
Americans  at  Recoaro.  One,  a  well-bred  and  educated  family, 
electrified  me  by  their  opinion  on  "Slave  Emancipation."  "'It 
has  nothing  to  do  with  hatred  of  slavery,  though  hatrol  of 
slavery  was  used  as  a  factor  in  the  matter.  It  was  wholly 
in  substance  a  political  move  against  the  Southern  States. 
Not  one  us  us,  nor  of  thousands  in  America,  would  sit  at 
table  with  a  black  man  or  woman!"  "But,"  said  I  to  one  of 
the  sons,  "you  would  sit  in  a  room  with  your  dog?" — "Dog? 
Yes,  Sir!  but  you  can't  compare  an  inferior  creature  such 
as  a  negro  is  with  a  dog?"  There  were  other  lots  of  Ameri- 
cans not  so  agreeable,  and  I  often  got  out  of  their  way — 
particularly  when  they  reviled  and  ridiculed  Qtueenl 
VHctoriaj.  And  as  I  never  spoke  on  political  subjects,  I 
listened  to  their  praise  of  young  Capo  the  G,  O.  M.  in  silence, 
or  fled :  especially  when  they  predicted  his  careful  gradual 
bringing  about  a  Republic,  and  "Wall,  Sir,  I  think  old  I  ..  is 
the  right  sort  of  man:  rayther  than  give  up  a  spikkct  of 
power  he  will  go  on  with  the  mob  till  they  pull  down  tin- 
Peers  as  they  ought  to  do."  And  after  that,  though  he  would 
cry  hot  tears  all  the  time,  he  wouM  order  Queen  V's  decapi- 
tation quite  easy,  and  go  on  cutting  trees  all  the  more. 

This  second  volume  of  Lear's  letters  is  well  worthy 
of  publication,  not  because  the  letters  themselves  are 
models,  for  they  are  not.  but  because  of  the  light  that 
they  throw  upon  the  eminently  lovable  personality  of 
one  of  the  most  distinctive  men  of  a  day  when  dis- 
tinctive men  were  numerous. 

Later  Letters  of  Edward  Lear.  Edited  by  Lady 
Strachey.     New  York:  Duffield  &  Co.;  $3.50  net. 

The  Woodbury,  the  oldest  vessel  flying  the  govern- 
ment flag,  forty-seven  years  in  service,  the  only  vessel 
extant  which  saw  service  during  both  the  Civil  and 
Spanish  Wars,  is  at  the  end  of  its  career.  Its  type  is 
obsolete;  its  hull  rotten,  its  boilers  leaky.  A  new 
$225,000  revenue  cutter  will  take  the  Woodbury's  place 
in  patrolling  the  Maine  coast. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  14,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Borderland. 
If  any  one  can  analyze,  define,  or  reduce  to 
rules  the  process  usually  called  falling  in  love 
it  would  be  possible  to  pronounce  a  verdict 
on  the  behavior  of  John  Laverock,  who  al- 
lows himself  to  be  fascinated  by  Lou  Bohan- 
non,  otherwise  known  as  Madonna,  to  live 
with  her,  and  finally  to  marry  her.  John 
Laverock  is  a  mission  worker  in  that  hope- 
lessly grimy  suburb  of  London  known  as 
Hoxton.  He  is  also  a  gentleman  and  a  man 
of  education.  Madonna  is  a  Hoxton  habitue 
whom  Laverock  meets  for  the  first  time  at 
a  Salvation  Army  meeting,  who  admits  that 
she  has  been  the  mistress  of  a  murderous 
thug  appropriately  called  Cobra,  whose  hands 
he  perceives  to  be  dirty,  and  who  is  ob- 
viously upon  a  certain  broad  road  that  is 
supposed  to  lead  to  destruction.  But  Lave- 
rock falls  in  love  with  Madonna,  bewilder- 
ingly,  giddily  in  love  with  her,  in  spite  of 
the  fact  that  Miss  Valjean,  who  is  his  equal 
in  every  way,  is  obviously  waiting  for  the 
declaration  that  never  comes.  Now  before 
we  condemn  Laverock  for  what  appears  to 
be  a  rather  unpleasant  aberration  we  must 
know  Madonna  as  Mr.  Halifax  presents  her 
to  us,  and  before  the  reader  reaches  the  last 
page,  assuming  the  reader  to  be  a  man,  he, 
too,  will  be  in  love  with  a  nobility  of  char- 
acter which  now  seems  to  be  quite  consistent 
with  a  career  so  questionable  as  that  of 
Madonna.  Mr.  Halifax  writes  stories  of  Lon- 
don life,  and  usually  of  mean  streets,  but  his 
actual  themes  are  the  sentiments  that  are  un- 
bounded by  time  or  place.  His  power,  his 
pathos,  and  his  humor  should  make  him  popu- 
lar  everywhere. 

The    Borderland.       Bv    Robert    Halifax.       New 
York:    E.    P.    Dutton   &    Co.;    $1.35    net. 


The  Fighting  Blade. 

This  fine  story  of  the  Cromwellian  war 
evades  many  of  the  usual  objections  to  the 
historical  novel  by  keeping  the  sentiment  well 
in  the  foreground  and  the  history  well  in 
the  background.     That  is  as  it  should  be. 

The  hero  is  Von  Kerstenbrook,  a  German 
mercenary  and  a  renowned  swordsman  who 
travels  to  Oxford  with  the  intention  of  join- 
ing the  royal  arms.  There  he  meets  Thorn 
sine  Musgrove,  then  hardly  more  than  a 
child,  quarrels  with  her  coward  brother, 
nearly  fights  a  duel  with  him,  and  finding 
that  Oxford  has  become  too  hot  for  him  he 
transfers  his  service  to  the  parliamentary 
army.  Attracting  the  attention  of  Cromwell, 
he  is  sent  back  to  Oxford  as  a  spv    is  r*»c*Mr- 


of  his  ships  he  described  as  "a  boil  on  the 
body  of  the  fleet,"  and  other  vessels  he  knew 
to  be  "practically  useless"  because  of  their 
defective  guns.  The  telegram  sent  to  him  at 
Martinique  authorizing  him  to  use  his  own 
judgment  as  to  advance  or  retreat  was  never 
delivered  and  he  was  allowed  to  go  straight 
to  the  ruin  that  he  knew  and  all  the  world 
knew  to  be  inevitable. 

The  ineptitude  of  the  Spanish  official  mind 
as  disclosed  by  some  of  the  dispatches  is  of 
the  kind  that  produces  a  gasp  of  amazement. 
After  Cervera's  ships  were  shut  up  in  San- 
tiago we  find  the  Spanish  minister  of  war 
telegraphing  to  General  Blanco  at  Havana  in 
order  to  suggest  that  Cervera  leave  Santiago, 
hurry  to  the  relief  of  Manila,  and  then  re- 
turn to  Cuban  waters  as  fast  as  possible.  Not 
only  were  Cervera's  ships  already  blockaded, 
but  they  were  without  coal  or  provisions,  and 
yet  a  minister  of  war  suggests  that  they  be 
sent  half  around  the  world  and  back,  and  is 
only  deterred  from  giving  the  order  by  fear 
of  its  effect  upon  public  opinion  in  Cuba. 
The  author  says  truly  that  such  a  state  of 
things  would  be  incredible  but  for  the  docu- 
mentary evidence. 

Admiral  Chadwick  says  modestly  that  his 
work  is  a  "documentary  history."  It  is  true 
that  it  contains  practically  every  document 
relative  to  its  subject,  but  the  skill  with 
which  they  are  woven  into  a  narrative  can 
not  be  too  highly  commended. 

The  Relations  of  the  United  States  and 
Spain:  The  Spanish-American  War.  By  French 
Ensor  Chadwick,  Rear-Admiral,  U.  S.  N.  (re- 
tired).      In    two     volumes.       New     York :     Charles 

Scribner's    Sons;    $7   net. 


Halcyone. 
Mrs.  Elinor  Glyn  must  be  credited  with  the 
intention  to  write  a  good  novel  and  one  free 
from  the  banalities  that  have  marred  some  of 
her  earlier  work.  Her  heroine  is  a  girl  who 
has  been  educated  by  a  classical  professor 
and  saturated  with  the  ideas  of  the  Greek 
myths.  How  will  such  a  girl  comport  herself 
when  brought  into  contact  with  the  world? 
Will  she  resist  the  invasion  of  modernity  or 
will  she  welcome  it  ?  The  idea  is  not,  of 
course,  a  new  one.  Indeed  it  is  quite  an  old 
one,  Mr.  Smith  having  attempted  something 
of  the  same  kind  in  "William  Jordan,"  but 
there  is  no  reason  why  it  should  not  be  done 
again  and  again,  inasmuch  as  there  can  be  in- 
finite variations  of  the  innate  character  of  the 
heroine  as  opposed  to  the  character  acquired 
by  education.  Unfortunately  the  novelist 
usually  proceeds  on  the  tabula  rasa  theory 
and  ignores  what  -':    ■' 


prudent  to  destroy  their  own  records.  .  But 
the  origin  of  the  church  was  undoubtedly 
Jewish,  and  it  did  not  become  Greek  until 
after  the  conversion  of  Constantine  and  the 
repudiation  of  the  Jewish  source.  Then  came 
the  Barbarian  migrations,  the  partition  of 
Italy,  the  growth  of  Islam  and  its  effect  on 
the  Christian  world,  and  finally  the  snapping 
of  the  bonds  and  the  independent  life  of  the 
new  nationalities  that  now  make  up  the  con- 
tinent of  Europe.  Keeping  his  central  theme 
well  in  mind,  the  author  is  notably  successful 
in  his  presentation  of  an  unencumbered  nar- 
rative through  which  it  is  easy  to  trace  an 
evolutionary  thread  uniting  the  Roman  Em- 
pire with  her  adult  children  as  we  know 
them  today.  It  is  a  book  not  to  be  over- 
looked either  by  the  historian  or  the  general 
reader. 

The  Making  of  Western  Europe.  By  C.  R. 
L.  Fletcher,  M.  A.  New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  & 
Co.;    $2.50    net.      -      .    . 

Paul's  Paragon. 
We  do  not  fall  greatly  in  love  with  either 
the  hero  or  the  heroine  of  this  latest  story  by 
Mr.  W.  E.  Norris.  Paul  Lequesne,  a  literary 
man,  finds  himself  suddenly  called  upon  to 
adopt  a  young  boy,  the  son  of  a  distant  rela- 
tive, and  this  boy  is  the  "paragon"  whose  ca- 
reer we  are  asked  to  watch.  It  is  not  a  very 
distinctive  career,  for  although  Guy  develops 
a  winning  personality  it  is  also  a  hard  and 
a  selfish  one  that  maps  out  its  own  course 
without  much  regard  for  the  feelings  of 
others.  But  for  the  adroit  insertion  of  a  few 
dramatic  incidents  we  should  be  rather  in 
danger  of  losing  our  interest  in  Guy.  The 
reappearance  of  his  rascally  father,  who  is 
supposed  to  be  dead,  is  a  clever  piece  of 
work,  and  Guy's  entanglement  with  the  scan- 
dalous Lady  Freda  is  interestingly  described, 
but  we  know  all  along  that  the  author  in- 
tends to  marry  him  to  Audrey,  who  is  quite 
a  nice  young  woman,  and  we  watch  the 
march  of  events  to  that  end  with  an  un- 
quickened  pulse.  Mr.  Norris's  style  is  so  ad- 
mirable that  we  could  wish  him  the  choice 
of   more   vigorous   material. 

Paul's  Paragon.  By  W.  E.  Norris.  New 
York:    Brentano's;    $1.35    net. 


A  Kipling  Dictionary.    : 
Mr.   W.   Arthur   Young  is   the   author   of   a 
Kipling     dictionary     which     appears     as     the 
sixth    volume    of    a    series    which    already    in- 
cludes    the     names     of     Dickers      Th< 
Scott,  Meredith,' 
h 


OCEANUS. 

While  still  the  dusk  impends  above  the  glimmering 

waste 

A  tremor  comes:   wave  after  wave  turns  silvery 

bright: 

A  sudden  yellow  gleam  athwart  the  east  is  traced : 

The    waning    stars    fade    forth,    swift    perishing 

pyres. 
The    moon    lies    pearly-wan    upon    the    front    of 

Night. 

Then  all  at  once  upwells  a  flood  of  golden  light 

And  a  myriad  waves  flash  forth  a  myriad  fires: 

Now  is  the  hour  the  amplest  glory  of  life  to  taste, 

Outswimming    towards    the    sun    upon    the    billowy 

waste. 

The    pure    green    waves!    with    crests    of    dazzling 
foam  ashine, 
Onward  they  roll:  innumerably  grand,  they  beat 
A  wild  and  jubilant  triumph-music  all  divine! 
The   sea-fowl,   their  white  kindred  of  the  spray- 
swept    air, 
Scream     joyous     echoes     as     with      wave-dipped 

pinions  fleet 
They     whirl     before    the    blast    or    vanish     'mid 

blown  sleet. 
In    loud-resounding,    strenuous,    conquering    play 
they  fare, 
Like    clouds,    high    over    head,    forgotten    lands    i' 

the  brine — 
Great    combing    deep-sea    waves    with    sunlit    foam 
ashine. 

On    the    wide    wastes    she    lives    her    lawless,    pas- 
sionate life: 
Enslaved   of  none,   the  imperious  mighty    Sea! 
How  glorious  the  music   of  her  waves  at  strife 
With    all    the    winds     of    heaven    that,     fiercely 

wooing,  blow! 

On  high  she  ever  chants  her  psalm  of  Victory; 

Afar   her  turbulent   paran   tells  that  she  is   free: 

The    tireless    albatross    with    wings   like    foam    or 

snow 

Flies    leagues    on    leagues    for    days,    and    yet    the 

world  seems  rife 
With  nought  save  windy  waves  and  the  Sea's  wild 
free  life! 

How    oft   the   strange,    wild,    haunting    glamour    of 
the  Sea, 
The    strange,    compelling   magic    of    her   thrilling 
Voice, 
Have  won  me,  when,   'mid  lonely  places,  wild  and 
free 
As  any  wand'ring  wind,  I  have  heard  along  the 

shore 
The    wondrous    ever-varying    Sea-song    loud    re- 
joice. 
I  have  seen  a  snowy  petrel,  arising,  poise 
Above    the    green-sloped     wave,     then    pass     for 
evermore 
From    keenest    sight,    and    I    have    thought    that    I 
might  be 
'    Thus         -  •  Sea. 

I  to    the    1  ,       bbing 

i  the 


and  her  wedding  with  Yon  Kerstenbrook.  It 
is  a  capital  story,  not  only  for  its  vivacity  and 
romance,  but  for  its  depiction  of  the  young 
German  soldier  that  is  so  skillfully  done  and 
so  charmingly  as  to  amount  to  a  creation. 
There  ought  to  be  other  such  stories  from 
the  same  pen. 

The   Fighting    Blade.      By    Beulah    Marie    Dix. 
New    York:    Henry  Holt  &    Co. 


The  Spanish-American  War. 
The  historian  and  man  of  action  have  sel- 
dom been  so  happily  combined  as  in  the  per- 
son of  Rear-Admiral  Chadwick,  who  has  be- 
come and  who  is  likely  to  remain  the  chief 
authority  on  the  naval  events  of  the  Spanish 
war.  Admiral  Chadwick  has  already  pro- 
duced a  volume  on  "The  Relations  of  the 
United  States  and  Spain"  from  the  diplo- 
matic point  of  view,  and  now  he  gives  us 
two  large  volumes  on  the  war  itself,  volumes 
that  make  no  pretense  to  the  showy  qualities 
that  sometimes  take  the  place  of  accuracy 
and  thoroughness  but  that  are  none  the  less 
complete  in  their  information  and  admirable 
in  their  presentation.  Using  the  word  of  the 
Messenger  in  "Antigone,"  the  author  reminds 
us  that,  in  part,  "I  saw";  and  in  whole 

I   will  speak  and    hold  back 
No   syllable  of  the  truth.      Why  should    wc  soothe 
Your   ears   with   stories,   only   to  appear 
Liars  thereafter?     Truth    is  always  right. 

Admiral  Chadwick  was  commander  of  the 
Vew  York  in  Cuban  waters  and  chief  of  staff 
to  Admiral  Sampson.  Entirely  in  the  con- 
fidence of  his  chief,  he  knew  everything  that 
was  going,  he  had  access  to  all  important 
documents  and  orders,  and  after  the  close  of 
the  war  he  found  it  easy  by  his  status  and 
reputation  to  acquaint  himself  fully  with  the 
conflict  and  its  antecedents  from  the  Spanish 
Standpoint.  Therefore  he  lacked  none  of  the 
qualifications  or  capacities  for  such  a  work  as 
this,  and  the  result  is  a  history  that  is  not 
likely  to  suffer  from  subsequent  disclosures  as 
il  certainly  i  n  not  be  excelled  at  the  points 
of  industry  or  accuracy. 

Perhaps  the  most  interesting,  although  not 
the  most  important,  part  of  the  author's  work 
is  his  account  of  the  hopelessness  of  the 
Spanish  efforts.  Spain,  he  says,  was  "without 
the  primal  necessities  of  a  fleet — without 
guns,  without  ammunition,  without  engineers, 
without  coal,  an  1  even  with  the  ships  short  of 
bread  "  "  ■  or  was  better  alive  to  the  situa- 
tvi  a  himself.  He  had  predicted 
as  -ophe  for  poor  Spain."     One 


.■  ... 

tendency  tu  mriated  language  which  some- 
times verges  upon  the  ungrammatical.  But 
none  the  less  we  rejoice  at  the  author's  mani- 
fest good  intentions. 

Halcyone.  By  Elinor  Glyn.  New  York:  D. 
Appleton  &  Co. 

John  M.  Synge. 

It  is  possible  that  Mr.  Synge's  plays  and 
sketches  have  not  yet  reached  their  high  tide 
of  popularity.  Creative  power  such  as  his 
rarely  meets  its  full  recognition  until  the  pub- 
lic mind  has  been  attuned  to  the  new  note, 
but  no  one  who  glances  through  these  four 
handsome  volumes  can  doubt  their  author's 
power,   his  originality,   or  his   sincerity. 

Mr.  Synge  was  "discovered"  by  Mr.  Yeats. 
At  that  time  Synge  was  living  in  Paris  and 
nourishing  the  ambition  to  become  a  critic  of 
French  literature  from  the  French  point  of 
view.  Yeats  himself  was  fresh  from  the 
Aran  Islands  and  was  so  deeply  influenced  by 
them  that  he  had  little  difficulty  in  persuad- 
ing his  compatriot  to  settle  at  Inishmaan  and 
to  become  the  translator  of  island  thoughts 
and  habits.  Mr.  Synge  has  now  become 
something  more  than  the  chonicler  of  the 
Aran  Islands.  He  speaks  with  the  voice  of 
Ireland  as  unmistakably  as  any  man  of  his 
day   and   his   books  belong  to   Irish  literature. 

The  Works  of  John  M.  Synge.  In  four  vol- 
umes.     Boston:    John   W.    Luce  &   Co. 


Western  Europe. 
Mr.  Fletcher  makes  for  his  valuable  work 
the  modest  claim  that  it  is  no  more  than  a 
story  retold  in  a  simpler  form  than  usual. 
Actually  it  is  much  more  than  this,  because 
there  is  nothing  occupying  the  same  field  that 
is  at  once  so  unbiased,  so  terse,  and  so  read- 
able. Taking  the  Roman  Empire  at  the  time 
when  the  restraining  bonds  were  loosening, 
he  shows  us  the  final  processes  of  disintegra- 
tion and  the  toilsome  road  by  which  the  frag- 
ments became  independent  nations  with  indi- 
vidualities of  their  own.  That  other  his- 
torians have  placed  us  in  the  possession  of 
the  same  facts  in  no  way  lessens  the  value 
of  a  presentation  unusually  lucid  and  wholly 
free  from  the  partisan  attitude  toward 
Christianity  that  the  historian  usually  thinks 
it   necessary  to  adopt. 

The  part  played  by  the  early  church  dur- 
ing the  last  days  of  the  empire  is  necessarily 
obscure.  Indeed  the  author  tells  us  that  we 
know  practically  nothing  of  it.  Even  the 
catacomb  records  were  all  garbled  after  the 
triumph  of  Christianity,  and  it  is  probable 
that    the    leaders    of    the    church    thought    it 


.  i  litles,  -----  being  distinguished  by  a 
numeral  prefix,  which  affords  clews  to  the 
references  in  the  Subject  Appendix  at  the 
end  of  the  volume.  The  first  lines  of  the 
poems  are  included,  and  italics  have  been  em- 
ployed wherever  a  title  has  been  mentioned  in 
the  text. 

A  Dictionary  of  the  Characters  and  .Scenes 
in  the  Stories  and  Poems  of  Rudyard  Kipling, 
1886-1911.  Ey  W.  Arthur  -Young.  New  York: 
E.    P.    Dutton    &    Co.;    $3    net. 


Schiller. 

Dr.  Wilm  is  to  be  congratulated  upon  a 
successful  attempt  to  disentangle  the  philos- 
ophy of  Schiller  and  to  present  it  with  some 
approach  to  conciseness."  But  perhaps  the 
general  reader  is  little  concerned  with  Schil- 
ler's philosophy,  however  willingly  he  may  be 
dazzled  by  his  poetic  genius.  Indeed  the  gen- 
eral impression  left  by  Dr.  Wilm  is  that  of 
a  man  whose  natural  perceptions  were  clear 
and  direct,  but  who  allowed  his  philosophic 
vision  to  be  clouded  by  his  efforts  to  adopt 
a  system  and  to  adhere  to  a  school. 

The  Philosophy  of  Schiller  in  Its  His- 
torical Relations.  By  Emil  Carl  Wilm,  Ph.  D. 
Boston:  John  W.   Luce  &  Co. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
"The  Shadow  Men,"  by  Donald  Richberg 
(Forbes  &  Co.;  $1.25),  is  a  story  with  a  pur- 
pose. The  author  tries  to  show  that  "male- 
factors of  great  wealth"  try  to  escape  punish- 
ment for  their  crimes  by  the  sacrifice  of  in- 
nocent scapegoats  on  the  altars  of  public 
wrath.  The  story,  viewed  as  a  romance,  is  a 
fairly   good   one. 

Duffield  &  Co.  have  published  a  volume 
containing  three  delightful  sea  stories  for 
boys  by  William  O.  Stoddard.  The  title  of 
the  book  and  of  the  first  yarn  is  "The  First 
Cruiser  Out,"  a  story  of  the  Cuban  war. 
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brary, and  every  boy's  library  should  contain 
this  particular  book. 

Charles  Scribner's  Sons  have  published 
August  Strindberg's  drama,  "There  Are 
Crimes  and  Crimes,"  translated  from  the 
Swedish  with  an  introduction  by  Edwin 
Bjorkman.  The  play  may  be  described  as  re- 
ligious in  its  character,  the  crimes  of  which 
Maurice,  Adolphe,  and  Henriette  become 
guilty  being  crimes  against  the  divine  evolu- 
tionary force  or  God.  The  price  of  the  book 
is  75  cents. 


■  ■ . 

■ 

iinperia     com d 

To    make    the    very    torrents,    waveward    falling, 
pause: 
She  scorns  the   Bridegroom-Land,   yet  is  a  subject 

Bride 
For  she  must  come  and  go  with  each  recurrent  tide. 

On    moonless    nights,    when    winds    are    still,     her 
stealthy  waves 
Creep    towards    the    listening    land;    with    voices 
soft  and  low 
They   whisper    strange    sea-secrets    'mid    the    hollow 
caves: 
A  wondrous  song  it  is  that  rises  then  and  falls! 
Deep-buried    memories    of    the    ancient    long-ago. 
Confused   strange    echoes   of   some   vanished    old- 
world  woe,  . 
Weird  prophecies  reverberant  round  those  wave- 
worn   walls: 
When  loud  the  wrathful  billows  roar  and  the  Sea 

runes 
Her  deepest  mourning  broods  beneath  the  foaming 
waves. 

As  some  aerial   spirit  weaves  a  rainbow-veil 

Of   mist,    his    high    immortal    loveliness    to    hide; 
So  too  thy  palpitant  waters,  duskily  pale, 
Ofttimes  take  on  a  sudden  splendour  wild. 
Then  thy  sea-horses  rise,  fierce  prancing  side  by 

side, 
And — like  the  host  of  the  dead-arisen — ride 
.    Ghastly  afar  to   bournes  where  all   the   dead   lie 

piled!    .    I    . 
Superb,    fantastic,    crown'd    with    flying    splendours 

frail, 
Thou,    when    in    dreams,    thou    weav'st    thy    phos- 
phorescent veil! 

Vast,   vast,   immeasurably  vast,   thy   dreadful   peace 
When    heaving    with    slow,    mighty    breath    thou 
best 
In    utter  rest,   and   dost  thy   ministering  winds   re- 
lease 
So  that  with  folded  wings  they  too  subside, 
Floating     through     hollow     spaces,     though     the 

highest 
Stirs     his     long    tremulous     pinions     when     thou 

sighest! 
Then  in  thy  soul,  that  doth  in  fathomless  depths 
abide. 
All   wild    desires   and  turbulent   longings  cease — 
Profound,   immeasurable  then,   thy  dreadful   peace! 

But  in   thy  noon   of  night,    serene  as   death,    when 
under 
The  terrible  silence  of  that  arched  dome 
Not  a  lost  whisper  ev'n  of  thy  wandering  thunder 
Ascends     like     the     spiral     smoke     of     perishing 

flame, 
Nor    dying   wave    on    thy    swart    bosom    sinks    in 

foam — 
Then,  then  the  world  is  thine,  thy  heritage,   thy 

home! 
What    then    for    thee,    O    Sea,    thou    Terror!    or 
what    name 
To  call  thee  by,  thou  Sphinx,  thou  Mystery,  thou 

Wonder — 
Above  thou  art  Living  Death,  Oblivion  under! 
-Fiona  MacLeod 


xber  14,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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services  for  peace  and  with  such  vigor  and 
beauty  of  allegory  as  to  compel  attention  and 
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Mr.  Zangwill  imagines  Europe  divided  into 
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The  peace  party  becomes  strong  in  the  midst 
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in  his  latest  novel.  A  man  with  a  moderate 
income,  he  tells  us,  can  always  find  people 
to  do  for  him  what  he  ought  to  do  for  him- 
self, and  he  is  thus  wrapped  "in  cotton  wool" 
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Lenny  Calcraft,  the  hero  of  the  story,  is 
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from  which  there  is  no  appeal.  Mr.  Maxwell 
tells  his  story  pitilessly,  like  an  inquisitor  at 
the  rack,  and  when  Calcraft  finally  gives  up 
his  last  shreds  of  manhood  and  sinks  into 
idiocy  we  feel  almost  glad  that  it  is  over. 

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Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Incidental  to  the  Browning  centenary  is  a 
new  "thin  paper"  edition  of  his  works  in 
twelve  volumes,  pocket  size,  issued  by  the  T. 
Y.  Crowell  Company.  The  volumes  are 
printed  from  new  plates,  with  large  type,  and 
are  provided  with  new  portraits  in  photo- 
gravure and  other  decorations. 

Dutton  will  shortly  add  forty  volumes  to 
Everyman's  Library.  Many  readers  will  be 
interested  to  learn  that  included  in  this  num- 
ber is  the  old  "Anglo-Saxon  Chronicle,  with 
the  Original  Introduction  and  Glossarial  In- 
dex." 

A  book  by  President  Nicholas  Murray  But- 
ler of  Columbia  University,  in  which  is  de- 
veloped "an  argument  for  the  judicial  settle- 
ment of  international  disputes,"  has  just  been 
brought  out  by  Charles  Scribner's  Sons,  under 
the  title  "The  International  Mind.".  The  work 
follows  Professor  Butler's  "Why  Should  We 
Change  Our  Form  of  Government?"  It  is 
based  on  addresses  delivered  by  the  author 
as  president  of  the  Lake  Mohonk  Conference 
on  International  Arbitration. 

Between  four  hundred  and  twenty  and  four 
hundred  and  fifty  thousand  dollars  was  paid 
to  Mrs.  Grant  as  royalties  on  General  Grant's 
"Memoirs,"  of  which  more  than  three  hun- 
dred thousand  sets  of  two  volumes  were  sold. 
The  first  check  of  two  hundred  thousand  dol- 
lars, drawn  February  27,  1886,  remains  the 
largest  single  royalty  check  in  history. 

A  drama  by  Israel  Zangwill,  entitled  "The 
Next  Religion,"  is  promised  for  this  fall  by 
the  Macmillan  Company.  This  is  the  play 
whose  production  on  the  stage  was  forbidden 
by  the  English  censor.  It  has  for  its  theme 
"the  religion  all  honest  men  are  coming  to, 
the  religion  the  world  is  thirsty  for,  the  re- 
ligion which  accepts  the  revelation  of 
science." 

November  is  the  month  selected  by  Mitchell 
Kennerley  for  the  publication  of  the  book  of 
original  verse,  to  be  entitled  "The  Lyric 
Year."  This  forthcoming  collection  is  the  re- 
sult of  a  competition  conducted  by  Mr.  Ken- 
nerley, in  which  cash  prizes  to  the  amount  of 
$1000  have  been  offered  for  the  three  best 
poems  submitted  in  the  contest.  The  collec- 
tion is  limited  to  one  hundred  poems  written 
by  as  many  poets.  This  century  of  verse  has 
been  selected  from  9100  poems,  by  1650 
writers,  the  number  submitted  to  the  editor  of 
"The  Lyric  Year." 

A  Geneva  newspaper  announces  the  forth- 
coming publication  in  French,  German,  and 
Servian    of    the    late    Kir."    ^f:'      "      reminis- 

ritten     in 


Paris  during  one  of  the  king's  periods  of 
bankruptcy,  when  he  meditated  suicide.  On 
becoming  reconciled  to  Queen  Natalie  he 
burned  the  manuscript,  in  which  he  had 
treated  her  severely.  He  rewrote  his  me- 
moirs in  Vienna  in  1900,  but  on  receipt  of 
$160,000  surrendered  the  manuscript  in  the 
court  secret  archives.  A  Servian  politician, 
however,  is  said  to  have  succeeded  in  copying 
the  Paris  manuscript,  which  is  the  one  now 
published. 

Doubleday,  Page  &  Co.  have  published  "A 
Woman  of  Genius,"  Mary  Austin's  latest 
novel.  This  is  Mrs.  Austin's  first  departure 
from  the  Far  West  as  the  locale  of  her  books. 
It  is  expected  to  mark  Mrs.  Austin  as  a 
novelist  of  all  life,  rather  than  only  of  the 
life  of  the  desert  so  admirably  depicted  in 
her  previous  books. 

"Herself"  is  the  title  of  a  novel  by  Ethel 
Sidgwick  which  has  gone  into  a  third  edition 
in  England  since  its  recent  publication.  The 
work  is  brought  out  in  America  by  Small, 
Maynard  &  Co.  Miss  Sidgwick  is  a  niece  of 
the  late  Professor  Henry  Sidgwick  of  Cam- 
bridge University,  England,  and  is  a  cousin 
of  Mr.  Arthur  Christopher  Benson  and  his 
brothers,  Mr.  E.  F.  Benson  and  Rev.  Robert 
Hugh  Benson. 

Arthur  Hornblow's  novelization  of  "The 
Talker,"  from  the  play  of  Marion  Fairfax,  is 
one  of  the  G.  W.  Dillingham  Company's  new 
fall  books. 

Mrs.  Mary  Agnes  Hamilton,  whose  first 
novel,  "Less  Than  the  Dust,"  will  be  published 
this  month  by  Houghton  Mifflin  Company,  is 
the  daughter  of  the  late  Professor  Robert 
Adamson,  of  Manchester,  Aberdeen,  and  Glas- 
gow universities.  She  was  born  in  Manches- 
ter, educated  in  Glasgow  and  Newnham,  and 
spent  a  year  in  Germany.  Then  she  was  as- 
sistant to  the  lecturer  in  history  at  Cardiff 
for  a  year,  and  in  1905  married  Mr.  C.  J. 
Hamilton,  secretary  to  the  Royal  Economic  So- 
ciety. Since  then  she  has  lived  in  London, 
acting  as  secretary  to  the  National  Poor  Law 
Reform  Association  and  taking  keen  interest 
in  the  non-militant  suffragist  movement. 

Longmans,  Green  &  Co.  have  completed 
their  Library  edition  of  the  life,  letters,  and 
works  of  John  Ruskin,  in  thirty-nine  volumes, 
copiously  illustrated.  The  edition  has  been 
edited  by  E.  T.  Cook  and  Alexander  Wedder- 
burn. 

Alice  Hegan  Rice,  whose  new  novel,  "A 
Romance  of  Billy-Goat  Hill,"  will  be  pub- 
lished by  the  Century  Company  next  week,  is 
traveling  in  Japan.  In  the  party  is  Frances 
Little,  who  is  a  niece  of  Mrs.  Rice  and  who 
also  has  a  new  book  in  print.  Frances  Little's 
sequel  to  "The  Lady  of  the  Decoration,"  "The 
Lady  and  Sada  San,"  will  be  among  the  Cen- 
tury Company's  October  issues. 

Most  readers  of  Dickens  know  that  he  fre- 
quently drew  his  characters  from  life,  that  his 
own  father  figures  as  Micawber  in  David  Cop- 
perfield,  and  that  his  two  friends,  Leigh  Hunt 
and  Walter  Savage  Landor,  are  fantastically 
portrayed  in  "Bleak  House"  as  Skimpole  and 
Boythorn.  But  probably  most  readers  do  not 
know  that  not  a  dozen  or  a  score  but  a  very 
large  proportion  of  Dickens's  characters  had 
their  living  prototypes  among  his  contempo- 
raries and  acquaintances.  In  "The  Dickens 
Originals,"  just  published  by  Charles  Scrib- 
ner's Sons,  the  author,  Edwin  Pugh,  has 
traced  these  prototypes,  has  made  original  re- 
searches, resulting  in  the  discovery  of  several 
new  and  hitherto  unsuspected  identities,  and 
has  given  particulars  of  all  of  them:  what 
kind  of  people  they  were  and  in  what  relation 
they  stood  to  Dickens. 

The  Macmillan  Company  will  follow  "The 
Brothers  Karamazov,"  recently  issued,  with 
four  more  of  Dostoevski's  novels  during  the 
year — "Crime  and  Punishment,"  "The  Pos- 
sessed," "The  Idiot,"  and  "The  House  of  the 
Dead." 

W.  Heath  Robinson,  one  of  the  best  known 
English  illustrators,  and  popular  here  because 
of  his  pictures  for  "The  Arabian  Nights"  and 
"Midsummer  Night's  Dream,"  has,  this  year, 
also  broken  into  the  ranks  of  authors.  He 
has  both  written  and  illustrated  an  elaborate 
gift  book  entitled  "Bill  the  Minder,"  and 
Henry  Holt  &  Co.  are  bringing  it  out.  There 
are  sixteen  plates  in  full  color  and  some  hun- 
dred line  drawings  in  the  text.  The  story  is 
intended  for  both  old  and  young.  Bill  "minds" 
a  delightful  assortment  of  children. 

That  a  prophet  is  not  always  without  honor 
in  his  own  country  is  shown  by  the  fact  that 
the  friends  and  admirers  of  the  poet,  Madi- 
son Cawein,  are  to  place  a  bust  of  him  in 
the  public  library  of  Louisville,  in  which  city 
Mr.  Cawein  makes  his  home.  Small,  May- 
nard &  Co.  announce  a  new  volume  of  Mr. 
Cawein's  poems,  "The  Poet,  the  Fool,  and 
the   Faeries,"   for  fall  publication. 

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"A  Wanderer  in  Holland,"  "A  Wanderer  in 
London,"  and  "A  Wanderer  in  Paris,"  are  to 
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"A  Wanderer  in  Florence,"  to  be  published 
by    the    Macmillan    Company. 


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September  14,  1912. 


JOHN  DREW  IN  A   NEW  PLAY. 


First  Presentation   of  "The  Perplexed    Husband" 
at  the  Empire  Theatre  in  New  York. 


Five  new  theatrical  offerings  and  three  re- 
vivals of  last  season's  acceptances  came  with 
the  end  of  August  and  the  beginning  of  Sep- 
tember. There  are  indications  that  the  play- 
house managers  hope  for  a  prosperous  season 
and  a  long  one,  but  they  seem  also  more  than 
willing  to  press  the  grapes  of  an  earlier 
harvest.  So  far  I  am  ready  to  endorse  their 
judgment.  Of  the  really  new  wine  offered 
there  is  only  one  sparkling  exhibit ;  the  others 
are  heavy  and  medicated  in  flavor.  Even  Au- 
gustus Thomas  has  failed  to  give  us  the  ex- 
hilarating draught  expected,  as  the  most 
lenient  of  his  critics  find  "The  Model,"  his 
latest  play,   a  spiritless   concoction. 

It  is  to  Alfred  Sutro,  the  British  play- 
wright, in  the  first  place,  that  we  must  give 
credit  for  the  earliest  glass  of  genuine  cheer. 
I  say  in  the  first  place,  because  I  am  never 
entirely  decided  whether  to  dramatist  or  to 
actors  is  the  flavor  of  a  play  to  be  ascribed, 
and  in  this  instance  the  complication  is  be- 
yond the  ordinary,  for  his  comedy,  "The 
Perplexed  Husband;'  is  presented  by  John 
Drew  and  a  company  worthy  of  the  associa- 
tion. Mr.  Drew  has  amused  me  many  times, 
in  plays  that  had  little  vitality  not  supplied 
by  his  finished  art,  and  I  can  not  recall  an 
experience  in  which  he  figured  that  was  abso- 
lutely dreary.  Consequently  I  shall  tender  to 
the  playwright  as  much  of  my  praise  as  seems 
justly  bestowed  and  reserve  at  least  an  equal 
portion  for  those  who  have  made  his  ideas 
visib'.e  and  audible.  The  play  was  popular  in 
London  last  season. 

"The  Perplexed  Husband"  is  a  comedy  with 
two  or  three  farcical  situations  in  each  of  its 
four  acts,  though  some  of  the  serious-minded, 
who  can  not  agree  with  the  author's  deduc- 
tions, will  deny  its  right  to  the  dignified  title. 
It  is  a  comedy,  nevertheless,  and  degenerates 
into  farce  only  when  the  irreconcilables  on 
opposing  sides  of  the  new  woman  question 
come  into  collision.  Mr.  Sutro  has  found  his 
theme  in  the  demands  made  upon  the  home- 
loving  wife  by  the  necessities  of  the  feminist 
movement,  and  in  working  it  out  he  has 
courageously  (that  is,  for  this  time)  given  the 
victory  to  the  domestic  and  conventional  side. 
But  he  has  struck  no  serious  b'.ow  at  the 
cause,  for  the  defeated  ones  are  distinctly 
unworthy — one  is  a  humbug,  the  other  an  un- 
balanced zealot.  In  the  humor  and  satire  of 
the  lines  Mr.  Sutro  has  achieved  some  dis- 
tinction, for  they  rarely  approach  burlesque, 
and  the  impulse  in  that  direction  could  not 
have  been  resisted  easily. 

One  conventional  expedient  of  the  theatre 
is  made  use  of  in  the  plot,  otherwise  the  story 
is  entirely  plausible.  More  than  that,  I  am 
convinced  that  numberless  transcripts  from 
actuality  might  be  shown  that  would  parallel 
the  incidents  of  the  play.  But  it  is  not  as 
an  argument  that  Mr.  Sutro's  comedy  need  be 
judged.  If  it  pleases  its  audiences — and  the 
first  one  was  more  than  gently  amused — and 
leaves  no  acrid  memories  it  will  have  served 
its  purpose.  In  its  course  it  refers  more 
than  once  to  a  play  of  another  kind  and  pur- 
pose, and  the  contrast  is  well  marked. 

During  the  absence  of  her  husband  in  Rus- 
sia on  a  business  trip,  Sophia  Pelling  has 
witnessed  Ibsen's  "A  Doll's  House,"  and  fol- 
lowed this  experience  by  becoming  subject  to 
the  influence  of  two  propagandists  of  the  new 
suffragist  faith,  one  an  obese  and  unctuous 
apost'e  and  the  other  a  stern  disciple  who  has 
abandoned  her  home  and  children  to  work 
for  the  cause.  When  Thomas  Pelling,  uncon- 
scious, faithful,  hard-working  man  of  busi- 
ness as  he  is,  returns,  it  is  to  find  his  wife 
fired  with  a  new  passion  and  his  house  a 
haven  for  the  two  suffragists.  He  is  told  that 
he  must  submit  to  the  new  order  of  things 
or  his  wife  will  leave  him.  And  Thomas  is 
perplexed.  He  turns  to  his  sister,  who  is 
orthodox  and  content  but  shrewd  withal,  and 
she  plans  for  him  a  counter-attack.  In  ac- 
cordance he  brings  in  another  addition  to  the 
t  njerged  family  circle,  introducing  his  typist, 
;i  beauty  with  a  Greek  soul,  who  reads  Brown- 
ing with  more  devotion  and  understanding 
lhan  she  had  given  to  her  work  in  the  office. 
Mrs.  Pelling  and  the  female  suffragist  are 
nut  pleased  with  the  new  arrival,  but  the 
apostle  likes  her  appearance  and  adds  his  ar- 
guments to  those  of  the  .husband  and  his  sis- 
ter to   compose  the  situation. 

The  road  is  straight  to  the  conclusion,  now, 
though  there  are  some  blossoms  of  sentiment 
along  the  way.  Mr.  Pelling  flirts  with  the 
typist  and  comes  desperately  near  making  it 
earnest,  and  the  girl  discovers  the  way  out. 
She  captivates  the  apostle  and  finally  goes 
away  with  him.  Mrs.  Pelling  realizes  how 
nearly  she  has  lost  her  dear  Thomas,  and  the 
feminine  ridvocatc  is  turned  away,  voicing 
deep   resentment  and   dire  predictions. 

To     those     who     are     familiar     with     John 
Drew's    later   roles    I    need    not    dilate    on   the 
ease    with    which   the   actor  conveys  the  serio- 
comic despair  of  his  position  as  the  suffering 
husband,   but   to    many   of   his   admirers    there 
is  more  than   a  suggestion  of  earlier  romance 
and    passion    i-i    the    serious    moments    of    this 
part.      In    fact,    there  is   more   sentiment   in   it 
c    is    to    his    lot,    and    something 
i  <t    polished    artifice    of    society 
■  lu'-cd  to  keep  the  scene  in  har- 


mony with  its  setting.  Mr.  Drew  is  assured 
and  firm  in  touch  throughout,  and  if  in  the 
lighter  passages  his  skill  in  suggestion,  in 
delicate  emphasis,  in  the  swift  glance  that 
fixes  an  almost  imperceptible  point,  is  no 
more  than  we  have  come  to  expect  of  him, 
in  the  rounding  out  of  the  characterization  he 
proves  the  ability  that  has  won  him  the  high- 
est rank.  There  is  no  American  actor  equal 
to  John  Drew  in  poise  and  finish.  "The  Per- 
plexed Husband"  is  not  an  ideal  play  for  his 
purposes,  far  from  it,  indeed ;  but  he  gives 
it  a  flavor  of  urbanity,  a  spice  of  cleverness, 
that  effectually  disguises  its  cheapness. 

Mary  Boland  is  still  leading  woman  with 
Mr.  Drew,  and  in  the  role  of  Kalleia,  the  in- 
tense stenographer,  she  has  opportunities  that 
she  makes  the  most  of.  I  have  seen  her  in 
nothing  that  she  has  done  so  well.  When 
she  exerts  herself  in  the  last  act  to  win  the 
male  suffragette  and  persuade  him  to  go  with 
her  to  Athens,  she  gives  us  a  bit  of  delight- 
fully sustained  comedy,  and,  a  little  later,  in 
extricating  herself  from  her  embarrassing  po- 
sition with  the  admiring  husband  and  obtain- 
ing his  consent  to  the  new  arrangement,  she 
is  deft  and  convincing. 

Alice  John,  as  the  helpful  sister,  mistress 
of  finesse,  ready  of  wit  and  tongue,  arro- 
gantly superior  in  tone  and  carriage,  gives  a 
remarkably  fine  delineation  of  the  anti-suf- 
fragist. She  is  more  than  a  match,  mentally 
and  verbally,  for  the  malcontents,  and  the 
combat  is  vigorous  when  she  is  in  the  field. 
Hubert  Druce  is  more  humorously  sympa- 
thetic as  the  adipose  propagandist  than  might 
be  imagined  from  the  nature  of  his  enter- 
prise, and  cushions  the  part  with  impressive 
tact.  Margaret  Watson  has  the  somewhat 
forbidding  role  of  the  militant  suffragette,  but 
gives  it  decision  and  aggressiveness  without 
raw  edges.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  September  4,   1912. 


The  Closing  of  General  MacArthur's  Career. 
The  tragically  sudden  death  of  Lieutenant- 
General  Arthur  MacArthur  at  the  dinner  of 
the  survivors  of  his  Civil  War  regiment  re- 
moves another  important  figure  of  the  war 
with  Spain  and  in  the  Philippines  (says  the 
New  York  Evening  Post).  As  a  mere  boy  he 
was  adjutant  of  one  of  the  best  Wisconsin 
regiments  of  the  Civil  War,  and  came  back 
as  its  colonel  at  twenty-one,  wearing  a  medal 
of  honor  for  carrying  its  flag  over  the  breast- 
works of  the  enemy  when  but  eighteen  years 
old.  As  a  general  in  the  Philippines,  he 
showed  great  strategical  ability.  His  plan  of 
campaign  in  1900  and  1901  was  well  thought 
out  and  as  well  carried  out.  Moreover,  he 
was  a  humane  and  tactful  officer,  and  there 
are  many  who  think  that  if  he  had  had  su- 
preme command  at  the  beginning  of  the 
Philippine  trouble  the  record  would  have  been 
quite  different  and  not  as  disgraceful  to  the 
American  nation.  At  any  rate,  General  Mac- 
Arthur  was  an  unusually  able  and  broad- 
minded  officer,  of  culture  and  charm,  whose 
staff  was  sought  both  by  our  officers  and  by 
foreign  attaches  for  its  high  tone  and  quiet 
efficiency.  More  than  that,  General  Mac- 
Arthur  was  singularly  modest,  never  parading 
in  public  and  never  dabbling  in  politics.  Alto- 
gether, he  deserves  to  be  remembered  as  a 
very  high  type  of  the  American  soldier,  and 
there  is  something  quite  fitting  in  his  demise 
in  the  midst  of  the  men  he  brought  back  to 
Milwaukee  from  the  battlefields  of  the  South, 
just   forty-seven  years   ago. 


Franz  Lehar,  composer  of  "The  Merry- 
Widow,"  is  a  very  wealthy  man.  His  royalties 
from  this  operetta  alone  are  said  to  have 
reached  the  imposing  aggregate  of  half  a  mil- 
lion dollars.  By  far  the  greater  part  of  this 
fortune  has  been  sent  to  him  by  Henry  W. 
Savage,  whose  American  productions  of  the 
piece  have  attracted  thousands  of  persons 
year  after  year  since  its  initial  presentation 
in  this  country.  Mr.  Savage  will  revive  "The 
Merry  Widow"  this  season  and  will  send  out 
two  companies  in  it,  and  as  prospects  for  its 
continued  success  are  as  bright  as  they  could 
well  be,  there  is  reason  for  believing  that 
Lehar's  royalty  receipts  will  eventually  reach 
the   million-dollar  mark. 


Some  years  ago  Finland's  composer,  Jan 
Sibilius,  received  a  government  pension  for 
life.  It  is  now  announced  that  the  Czar  has 
just  made  an  addition  to  this  of  $500  a  year. 
In  the  Scandinavian  countries  it  has  long  been 
customary  to  aid  composers  in  this  way ; 
among  those  who  benefited  by  this  wise  policy 
were  Gade  in  Denmark  and  Greig  in  Norway. 


Henry  Miller  presented  Chauncey  Olcott 
for  the  first  time  in  the  new  Rida  Johnson 
Young  romantic  play,  "The  Isle  o'  Dreams," 
a  few  days  ago  at  the  Broadway  Theatre, 
Saratoga  Springs.  Of  special  interest  was  the 
stage  debut  of  Miss  Agnes  Heron  Miller,  only 
daughter  of  Mr.  Miller  and  granddaughter  of 
Mathilda  Heron,  the  famous  actress. 


Lilli  Lehmann,  Kubelik,  and  Richard 
Strauss  will  be  among  the  artists  taking  part 
in  a  gala  concert  which  is  to  be-  given  in 
Dresden  on  September  21  in  honor  of 
Schuch's  fortieth  anniversary  as  conductor. 
The  Dresden  Opera,  over  which  Schuch  has  so 
ably  presided  decade  after  decade,  opened  its 
season  as  early  as  August  11. 


A  Record  Not  Easily  Beaten. 
Frederick  Rycroft,  chief  of  the  musical 
branch  of  Henry  W.  Savage's  engagement  de- 
partment, recently  installed  on  the  top  floor 
of  the  Savage  office  building  a  series  of 
booths,  each  one  of  which  is  furnished  with 
a  recording  graphophone.  Aspirants  for  po- 
sitions with  the  Savage  musical  companies 
whose  voices  do  not  require  immediate  atten- 
tion sing  into  the  machines  and  the  voice 
records  are  examined  later  by  Rycroft  at  home. 
A  clever  young  woman  of  Chicago,  who 
learned  of  the  scheme  through  the  newspa- 
pers, sent  a  graphophone  record  of  her  voice, 
made,  so  she  said,  in  her  own  home.  It  was 
offered  as  a  reason  for  her  engagement  for 
the  prima  donna  role  in  Henry  W.  Savage's 
prospective  production  of  "Somewhere  Else." 
Rycroft  listened  to  the  record  once  and  voted 
the  voice  exceptionally  good.  He  ran  it 
through  a  second  time  and  liked  it  better. 
Then  he  wrote  to  the  sender,  thanking  her 
for  the  record,  but  declining  to  consider  it 
as  an  argument  in  favor  of  her  engagement. 
The  voice  which  came  from  the  horn  was 
Tetrazzini's.  The  record  was  in  perfect  con- 
dition except  for  that  part  of  it  which  bore 
the  announcement  of  the  singer's  name. 
Something,  probably  a  thumb  nail,  had  made 
that  unrecognizable. 


The  engagement  of  Blanche  Bates,  the 
actress,  to  George  Creel,  magazine  writer, 
editor,  and  police  commissioner  of  Denver, 
has  been  announced.  The  news  of  the  be- 
trothal does  not  come  as  a  surprise  to  their 
friends,  who  have  long  been  expecting  the 
news.  Miss  Bates  deserted  her  beautiful 
country  home  at  Ossining,  New  York,  this 
summer  and  has  been  spending  the  past  few 
months  in  a  big  country  place  near  Arvada, 
Colorado,  where  she  had  as  her  guests  Ru- 
pert Hughes,  the  playwright  and  short  story 
writer,  with  his  wife ;  Mrs.  Joseph  Hum- 
phreys of  New  York,  Miss  Florence  Blair, 
and  a  number  of  Denver  society  people. 
The  wedding  has  been  set  for  December. 
-«»*- 

The  successful  dramatist  of  the  past  year 
in  London  has  been  Arnold  Bennett.  His 
comedy,  "The  Honeymoon,"  had  126  perform- 
ances, and  "Milestones,"  which  he  wrote  in 
conjunction  with  Mr.  Knoblauch,  an  Ameri- 
can, the  author  of  "Kismet,"  is  still  running 
gayly,  and  has  reached  its  second  century, 
and  "What  the  Public  Wants"  was  one  of  the 
successes  at  the  Coronet.  Success  has  been 
won  by  two  others  writers  of  the  modern 
school,  Miss  Somerby,  with  "Rutherford 
and  Son,"  and  Macdonald  Hastings,  who 
wrote  "The  New  Sin"  and  "Love — and  What 
Then." 


Miss  Barrymore's  reward  for  playing  in 
vaudeville  is  said  to  be  $3000  a  week  and  all 
the  traveling  expenses  for  her  company.  Her 
tour  began  at  the  Majestic  Theatre,  Chicago, 
this  week,  with  Miss  Suzanne  Sheldon,  Percy 
Standing,  and  Harry  Morgan  cast  in  the  roles 
of  "The  Twelve  Pound  Look."  The  cities  to 
be  visited  include  Milwaukee,  Minneapolis, 
Los  Angeles,  San  Francisco,  Kansas  City, 
Denver,  and  perhaps  Boston.  Her  appearance 
in  New  York  is  forbidden  by  Mr.  Frohman. 


The  tour  of  "The  Blue  Bird"  for  the  com- 
ing season  will  cover  over  22,000  miles.  The 
attraction  opened  its  season  this  month  in  the 
East.  After  an  extended  engagement  in  Chi- 
cago the  play  will  move  to  the  Coast. 


Geo.  M.  Cohan's  comedy,  "Get-Rich-Quick 
WalHngford,"  is  a  big  success  in  Australia, 
where  Fred  Niblo  and  Josephine  Cohan  are 
leading  members  of  the  company  presenting 
the  play. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


171 


'BOUGHT  AND  PAID  FOR." 


In  "Bought  and  Paid  For"  George  Broad- 
hurst  has  written  an  unusually  compact,  vivid, 
well-constructed  play.  It  is  a  play  with  a  mo- 
tive;  one  that  is  wrongly  believed  by  some 
to  be  of  the  sexual  brand,  but  not  so.  The 
love  of  Virginia  and  Robert  Stafford  for  each 
other  is  the  love  of  a  sweet,  womanly,  self- 
respecting  woman  for  a  clean,  manly,  self- 
respecting  man. 

I  do  not,  as  a  general  thing,  subscribe  to 
the  verdicts  of  clergymen  on  the  drama,  re- 
membering that  they  pronounced  favorab'y 
on  that  piece  of  childish  fustian  called  "The 
Shepherd  King,"  merely  because  the  story 
was  biblical.  But  they  are  correct  in  calling 
"Bought  and  Paid  For"  a  sermon.  It  is  a 
sermon,  and  a  vigorous  and  clinching  one, 
on  the  deterioration  temporarily  wrought  on 
a  man's  mental  and  moral  dignity  by  alcohol. 
And  there  is  where  the  matured  art  of  Mr. 
Broadhurst  comes  in.  For  we  twentieth  cen- 
turyites  grow  more  and  more  shy  of  sermons. 
We  like  to  be  lectured  to,  but  not  sermonized 
over.  There  is,  therefore,  something  vaguely 
terrifying  about  a  play  that  is  a  sermon. 

George  Broadhurst,  however,  is  not  the 
man  to  preach  ;  his  plays  are  live,  vigorous, 
swift  in  action,  concise  and  to  the  point  in 
dialogue,  acute  in  emotion,  and  full  of  keen 
characterization.  And  he  recognizes  the  value 
of  the  "comic  relief."  Now,  of  late  years, 
this,  used  to  placard  the  indispensable,  essen- 
tial ingredient  of  a  modern  play,  has  come  to 
be  a  term  of  reproach,  so  mechanically  does 
the  second  or  third-rate  playwright  marshal 
his  puppets  on  the  stage  in  order  to  begin 
their  crackling  of  thorns.  Eut  Mr.  Broad- 
hurst treats  his  comic  relief  as  it  is  in  life  ; 
an  inevitable  part  of  it,  even  in  sombre  mo- 
ments. 

I  once  heard  a  newly  bereaved  woman — 
the  kind  that  always  has  a  twinkle  in  the  eye 
— remark  that  she  had  never  been  to  a  funeral 
in  her  life  but  that  something  ridiculous  had 
happened ;  and,  similarly,  every  tragedy  has 
its  concomitant  comedy.  Nobody  dares  to 
write  a  play  now  without  a  laugh  in  it.  The 
more  strenuous  our  civilization  grows,  the 
more  we  need  to  laugh,  in  order  to  lighten  a 
little   the   heavy  pressure   of  circumstance. 

So  Mr.  Broadhurst  created  Jimmy,  and 
Jimmy  is  the  "comic  relief"  to  the  protago- 
nists in  the  painful  situation  developed  in  the 
play,    as   well    as   to    the    audience. 

Augustus  Thomas  has  said:  "Every  bit  of 
dialogue  should  accomplish  one  or  more  of 
the  following  results :  it  should  advance  the 
story,  promote  the  characterization,  or  get  a 
laugh."  Now  Jimmy  is  a  bit  of  absolute 
reality,  yet  he  does  all  three  of  these  things. 
He  is  just  the  sort  of  feeble,  harmless,  help- 
less egoist  that  business  men  know  all  about. 
They  generally  employ  him  before,  and  throw 
him  out  after,  he  has  revealed  himself.  Eut 
Robert  Stafford  had  his  return  for  the  hand- 
some salary  he  paid  his  wife's  brother-in-law 
in  the  vast  amusement  he  afforded  him. 

And  if  any  one  had  seen  the  men  in  the 
audience  rocking  in  their  seats  over  Jimmy, 
letting  out  hoots  of  helpless  laughter  and 
wiping  rivers  of  mirth  from  their  streaming 
eyes,  they  would  have  been  somewhat  puzzled 
at  the  popular  conception  of  "Bought  and 
Paid  For"  being  a  sermon.  And  that  is  the 
way  George  Broadhurst  preaches  a  sermon. 

There  is  not  one  stereotyped  line  or  situa- 
tion in  the  play,  although  the  story  is  simple 
enough.  Mr.  Broadhurst  made  Virginia  an 
extremely  poor  New  York  telephone  girl,  only 
to  point  more  forcibly  the  elevation  of  wealth 
and  luxury,  to  which  she  ascended  by  her 
marriage  with  her  millionaire  employer;  and 
still  further  to  emphasize  what  she  voluntarily 
renounced  when  she  saw  her  husband's  manly, 
protecting  tenderness  changed  to  the  unwel- 
come and  distasteful  demonstrations  of  a 
coarser  emotion  through  the  agency  of  drink, 
and   left   him. 

When  the  play  reaches  the  stage  of  tense 
drama,  and  we  recognize  the  terrible  hopeless- 
ness of  the  wife,  and  see  her  suffer,  endure, 
and  finally  flee  from  embraces  that  have  be- 
come offensive,  the  scene  becomes  actually 
painful  ;  more  particularly  as  the  imagination, 
excited  by  the  woman's  desperate  revolt,  at- 
tains to  a  poignant  pitch  of  divination. 

And  then,  in  the  next  act,  Jimmy  comes  to 
the  relief.  Jimmy,  stripped  of  his  brief  pros- 
perity and  again  down  to  what  he  is  worth 
a  week :  "thirteen  per."  Fanny,  his  round, 
happy  wife,  has  acquired  a  few  edges,  and  a 
sharp  habit  of  command.  Virginia,  become  a 
saleswoman  at  seven  per  week,  is  nothing  but 
a   statue    of   fatigue   when   the   day's   work   is 


over,  yet  so  great  is  her  horror  of  that  trans- 
formed being  that  so  terribly,  so  painfully  is, 
and  is  not,  the  husband  of  her  love,  that  she 
will  not  make  a  move  toward  reconciliation. 
Then  Jimmy,  prompted  by  self-interest,  and 
a  lively  hankering  after  the  lost  one  hundred 
and  fifty  a  week,  makes  a  move.  For  the  first 
time  in  his  young  life  Jimmy  is  permitted  to 
carry  out  one  of  the  swarming  ideas  that 
populate  his  reputed  brain.  Unknown  to  the 
wife,  Jimmy,  standing  on  a  lonely  pinnacle  of 
initiative,  extemporizes  a  message,  and  brings 
the  husband  on  the  scene.  And,  of  course, 
there  is  a  reconciliation,  and  the  promise  the 
husband  had  proudly  withheld  is  forthcoming, 
and  all  is  well.  There  is  a  last  Jimmyism,  be- 
fore the  curtain  goes  down,  for  the  audience 
to  gurgle  over,  and  we  rise  from  our  seats 
with  the  happy  consciousness  that  we  have 
seen  a  bit  of  life,  with  its  drama,  its  tears, 
and  its  laughter,  and  that  the  happy  ending  is 
logical,  and  not  brought  about  by  the  meddling 
interposition   of  a   too   sympathetic   dramatist. 

Besides  two  or  three  servants,  there  are 
only  the  four  main  characters  in  the  play, 
who  in  all  the  scenes  appear  in  a  home  setting. 
The  domestic  atmosphere  of  the  two  homes 
is  happily  conveyed,  and  there  are  numerous 
dextrous  little  touches  which  make  for  amuse- 
ment or  the  sympathetic  pleasure  of  the  au- 
dience: "as,  for  instance,  the  episode  of  thi 
peachblow  vase,  or  the  brief  turning  of  Jimmy, 
the  "thirteen  per"  worm,  when  Fanny  presses 
him  too  hard;  and  that  other  incident,  quite 
natural,  of  the  young  husband  and  wife, 
rasped  by  hard  times,  trying  their  edges  on 
each  other,  and  then  temporarily  relapsing 
into    the   affectionateness   of   happier   days. 

We  have  already  tested  Julia  Dean's  mettle 
in  "The  Lily,"  since  she  has  "arrived"  in  New 
York.  Curiously  enough,  in  the  earlier 
phases  of  a  play,  before  the  dramatic  pot  has 
begun  to  seethe  and  bubble,  Julia  Dean  does 
not  quite  slip  into  her  play  identity.  She  is 
always  a  studied,  careful,  intelligent,  expres- 
sive player.  Eut  we  recognize  all  these  quali- 
ties too  plainly,  and  see  Julia  Dean  behind 
them,  until  the  moment  for  emotion  arrives. 
And  then  it  is  Julia  Dean  no  longer,  but  an- 
other being,  living,  loving,  hoping,  fearing, 
suffering.  She  becomes  one  with  the  charac- 
ter, and  our  imagination,  touched  to  the  point 
of  acutest  sympathy,  is  thoroughly  emanci- 
pated, and  the  illusion  is  complete.  Miss 
Dean  is,  indeed,  an  emotional  actress  of  un- 
doubted charm  and  power. 

Another  curious  commentary  is  that  things 
are  rather  similar  with  Charles  Richman. 
Upon  his  first  entrance  he  is  a  little  too 
weighty  in  style,  too  much  the  player,  and 
too  little  the  individual.  But,  from  the  mo- 
ment the  sweep  of  the  drama  begins,  Mr. 
Richman  compels  admiration.  We  do  not 
think  of  him  as  ever  having  a  light  touch, 
yet  how  ably  he  handled  the  drunken  scene — 
which  wholly  departs  from  stereotyped  lines. 
Somehow  he  made  us  hold  the  impression,  all 
the  time,  of  a  man  of  dignity  and  character 
only  temporarily  extinguished  under  the  fool- 
ish mask  of  intoxication;  a  man  who,  for  a 
brief  moment,  was  startled  into  coming  to 
himself  by  Jimmy's  long-cherished  project  of 
daring  to  be  familiar  with  the  related-by-mar- 
riage millionaire. 

But  when  he  abandoned  himself  to  mirth 
over  Jimmy's  self-satisfied  ineptitude,  the 
laughter,  always  so  difficult  a  feat,  was  so 
well  done  as  to  be  contagious.  And  that  hint 
of  the  brute  in  leash,  when  he  commanded 
the  wife  in  revolt,  followed  by  swift  appease- 
ment at  her  obedience — how  perfectly  it  was 
done ! 

I  wonder,  by  the  way,  if  others  noticed  a 
resemblance  to  Harrison  Hunter,  that  kept  re- 
curring in  flashes.  At  one  moment  it  was  a 
look,  at  another  a  tone.  Although  Mr.  Rich- 
man  is  much  the  handsomer  man,  the  two 
men  have  a  sort  of  family  resemblance  to 
each  other,  even  extending  to  the  rich  speak- 
ing voice  :  a  similarity  of  type,  no  doubt. 

Frank  Craven,  the  comedian,  who  plays  the 
redoubtable  Jimmy,  is  as  big  a  factor  in  the 
success  of  the  performance  as  the  leading 
man  and  woman  ;  bigger,  no  doubt,  in  the  eyes 
of  the  laughers-in-chief.  Mr.  Craven  is  a 
comedian  of  entirely  legitimate  methods : 
which  is  why  he  makes  of  Jimmy  a  bit  of 
life.  Naturalism,  quiet  naturalism,  is  his 
watchword.  As  a  result  he  never  steps  out 
of  character,  and  Jimmy  is  to  us  an  entirely 
real   personage. 

Fanny,  the  last  of  the  quartet,  is  played  on 
broad,  hearty,  unaffected  lines  by  Agnes  De 
Lane,  who  succeeds  in  making  her  a  favorite, 
even  when  she  does  a  little  hen-pecking  of 
Jimmy  when  he  is  down.  But  the  audience 
took  such  acute  delight  in  the  spectacle  of 
Jimmy  being  hen-pecked  that  we  may  say  that 
it  did  not  take  Miss  De  Lane's  naturally  popu- 
lar personality  to  make  the  act  popular. 

Allen  Atwell's  Oku.  the  Japanese  servant, 
was  cleverly  done,  and  the  performance,  as  a 
whole,  was  as  complete  in  the  line  of  general 
merit  as  we  can  in  reason  demand. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


The  company  playing  "Officer  666"  left  Chi- 
cago last  Sunday  morning  for  San  Francisco, 
after  having  played  for  nearly  eight  months 
in  that  city.  One  of  the  members  of  the  cast 
is  Iona  Bright,  the  young  woman  who  won 
first  prize  at  the  photographer's  exhibition. 
She  is  a  Calif ornian,  having  been  born  at 
Angels  Camp. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE   CHAT. 


"Officer  666"  for  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

"Officer  666,"  a  melodramatic-farce,  direct 
from  its  sensational  engagement  at  Chicago 
during  the  past  seven  months,  with  the  same 
identical  production  and  a  perfect  company 
of  players,  comes  to  the  Columbia  Theatre 
beginning   Monday,    September    16. 

The  story  of  the  play  is  that  of  a  young 
millionaire  globe-trotter,  returning  home  to 
find  his  bachelor  quarters  occupied  by  a  bur- 
glar, who,  not  satisfied  with  having  appro- 
priated the  millionaire's  name  and  getting 
himself  engaged  to  a  pretty  society  girl  on 
the  strength  of  it,  is  rapidly  disposing  of  a 
fine  collection  of  paintings  gathered  by  the 
aforesaid  millionaire  from  the  art  centres  of 
the  world..  This  is  the  situation  when  the 
curtain  goes  up  on  the  first  act.  How  the 
real  millionaire  regains  possession  of  his 
name  and  home,  and  how  he  eventually  wins 
the  hand  and  heart  of  the  sweet  young  thing 
who  has  plighted  her  troth  to  a  member  of 
the  light-fingered  gentry  under  the  impres- 
sion that  he  is  a  simon-pure  scion  of  wealth 
and  social  position,  is  left  to  the  telling  of 
the  players. 

"Officer  666"  is  fresh  in  its  ideas,  incessant 
in  its  action,  and,  best  of  all,  constant  in  its 
surprises.  It  manages  by  hook  or  crook  to 
keep  ahead  of  its  audiences'  calculations,  and 
it  gets  over  the  ground  so  rapidly  that  it 
doesn't  even  give  them  a  chance  to  think. 
It  dextrously  dodges  analysis  while  it  is  busy 
invoking  laughter.  Its  humor  is  clean  and 
its  sentiment  is  right.  Cohan  &  Harris,  the 
producers  of  "Officer  666'"  have  evidently 
found  a  worthy  successor  to  "The  Fortune 
Hunter"    and    "Get-Rich-Quick    Wallingford." 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

The  Orpheum  bill  for  next  week  contains 
the  pick  of  this  season's  vaudeville  successes. 

"The  Antique  Girl,"  which  is  Jesse  L. 
Lasky's  latest  production,  will  be  the  head- 
line attraction.  This  thumb-nail  musical 
comedy  possesses  an  original  and  possible 
story,  and  a  dozen  catchy  musical  numbers, 
sure  to  become  popular.  It  is  interpreted  by 
a  company  of  sixteen  people,  chief  among 
whom  are  Fletcher  Norton,  Maud  Earl,  and 
Doris  Wilson.  "The  Antique  Girl"  was  writ- 
ten by  William  Le  Earon  and  its  music  com- 
posed by  Robert  Hood  Bowers.  Mr.  Lasky 
has  given  the  piece  a  beautiful  production. 

"Twenty  Minutes  Layover  at  Alfalfa  Junc- 
tion" is  the  title  of  the  skit  in  which  Frank 
Milton  and  the  De  Long  Sisters  will  appear. 
The  action  of  the  little  play  takes  place  at  an 
upstate  railroad  station  where  a  vaudeville 
sister  team  is  compelled  to  lay  over  awaiting 
connections.  Their  conversation  with  the 
station  agent,  a  pronounced  rural  type  clev- 
erly played  by  Mr.  Milton,  furnishes  abundant 
comedy,  and  the  yokel's  curiosity  about  show 
folks  supplies  an  excellent  excuse  for  the 
introduction  of  several  songs  and  a  violin  and 
saxaphone  specialty.  The  skit  is  by  J.  A. 
Murphy. 

Herbert  Ashley  and  Al  Lee  will  appear  in 
a  fantastical  duologue  entitled  "A  Night  in 
Chinatown."  It  is  a  bit  of  song  and  humor 
located  in  the  New  York  Chinese  quarter. 
The  sketch  contains  many  good  stories,  some 
clever  parodies,  an  original  song  or  two,  and 
a   remarkably   clever   characterization. 

Eertish,  the  ideal  athlete,  will  give  an  ex- 
hibition of  strength  and  agility.  He  is  a 
splendid  specimen  of  physical  development 
and  his  feats  are  astounding. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  one  of  Eilly 
Gould  and  Belle  Ashlyn ;  Howard's  Trained 
Ponies  and  Dogs  ;  Minnie  Allen  and  William 
Thompson  and  his  company  in  Frederick  Sar- 
gent's one-act  play,  "An  Object  Lesson." 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

At  the  Pantages  Theatre  this  week  the  cur- 
rent attractions  are  greatly  varied,  including 
Rupert  Jeffkins.  the  Australian  "Speed  King," 
with  the  motion  pictures  showing  the  Inter- 
national Auto  Races  at  Indianapolis ;  Gus 
Sohlke's  "Summertime  Girls" ;  Alsace  and 
Lorraine,  novelty  instrumentalists :  the  Caits 
Brothers,  dancers;  Henry  Hargrave  and  his 
company  in  the  playlet,  "Chums" ;  Paris 
Green,  monologist ;  Rose  and  Ellis,  barrel 
jumpers,  and   Irwin   and  Herzog,  vocalists. 

The  bill  for  the  week  commencing  Sunday 
bids  fair  to  be  the  best  since  the  opening  of 
the  Pantages  Theatre.  Heading  the  list  of 
attractions  comes  Charles  J.  Carter,  the  ma- 
gician, illusionist,  prestidigitator,  and  all- 
round  man  of  mystery,  who  has  just  com- 
pleted a  tour  of  the  world  with  his  big  show. 
Early  in  the  programme  he  will  present  his 
"Bouquet  of  Mysteries"  and  wind  up  with 
"The  Magical  Divorce,"  in  which  a  maiden 
fair  disappears  while  suspended  in  a  chair  in 
midair.  Later  in  the  bill  he  will  offer  "The 
Lion's  Bride,"  the  most  sensational  illusion 
ever  staged.  A  cage  containing  a  forest- 
bred  lion  is  displayed  and,  following  a  lot  of 
pantomimic  action,  a  young  woman  is  thrust 
into  the  den,  only  to  be  rescued  by  the  illu- 
sionist, who  suddenly  causes  the  king  of 
beasts  to  disappear,  the  magician  mysteriously 
appearing  in  its  place.  Maybelle  Fisher,  a 
lyric  soprano  of  renown,  will  be  heard  for 
the  first  time  in  San  Francisco,  accompanied 
by  Oline  Wallis,  an  accomplished  pianist. 
Fred    Zobedie,    gymnast    and    equilibrist,    will 


present  a  series  of  poses  and  demonstrations 
of  strength,  and  Cook  and  Stevens,  "the 
Chinee  and  the  Coon."  will  offer  a  specialty 
that  is  full  of  comedy  and  surprises.  The 
All  Star  Trio,  the  young  men  who  made  a  hit 
here  recently  with  their  old  and  new  songs. 
will  play  a  return  engagement,  itkl; 
complete  change  of  selections,  and  there  will 
be  several  other   features   on   the   programme. 


Continued  Success  of  "Bought  and  Paid  For." 

The  tremendous  business  done  by  "Bought 
and  Paid  For"  at  the  Cort  Theatre  in  the 
early  part  of  its  engagement  still  continues. 
The  Broadhurst  drama  has  caught  the  favor 
of  theatrical-loving  San  Francisco  completely, 
and  it  is  establishing  a  new  record.  The  play 
is  now  rounding  out  the  second  week  of  its 
engagement,  and  Sunday  marks  the  start  of 
its  third  and  final  week  here. 

In  every  sense  of  the  word,  "Bought  and 
Paid  For"  has  met  its  advance  announce- 
ments. Its  power  can  not  be  resisted,  for  its 
appeal  is  universal.  The  human  note  is  con- 
spicuously in  evidence,  and  there  is  in  this 
drama  none  of  the  artificiality  of  the  theatre. 
Its  characters  are  from  life,  the  lines  are  col- 
loquial, and  naturalness  is  the  keynote. 

The  enterprise  of  Producer  William  A. 
Brady  in  sending  us  the  original  company  di- 
rect from  the  Playhouse,  New  York,  has  been 
rewarded  by  the  enormous  attendance.  So 
brilliant  a  cast  has  rarely  been  seen  here. 
Charles  Richman  and  Julia  Dean,  as  the  mil- 
lionaire and  telephone  operator,  respectively, 
give  virile  and  altogether  satisfying  perform- 
ances. The  comedy  work  of  Agnes  De  Lane 
and  Frank  Craven  is  wholly  delightful  and 
away  from  the  beaten  track,  and  Allen  At- 
well  and  Marie  Hardi  contribute  excellent 
character  bits.  Matinees  will  be  given 
Wednesday  and  Saturday,  the  Wednesday 
matinee  being  given  at  popular  prices.  Satur- 
day night.  September  21,  marks  the  final  per- 
formance.   

David  Belasco  will  send  to  the  Columbia 
Theatre  his  production  of  "The  Woman," 
which  tells  a  story  of  political  lite,  centring 
around  the  young  telephone  girl  who  has 
been  the  heroine  of  a  powerful  drama. 


One  of  the  attractions  for  the  Columbia 
Theatre  in  the  near  future  is  Dustin  Farnum 
in  "The  Littlest  Rebel."  Farnum  was  last 
seen  here  in  "Cameo  Kirby." 


Insist  upon  getting  the  Italian-Swiss  Col- 
ony's excellent  red  and  white  dry  wines  from 
your  grocer.    They  are  the  choicest. 


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Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 

THE  HIGHEST  STANDARD  of  VAUDEVILLE 

JESSE  L.  LASKY'S  production  of  the  musical 
comedy,  "The  Antique  Girl,"  with  Fletcher  Nnr- 
ton.  Maud  Earl.  ImrisWiUonan']  C'nmpaiiT  of  16; 
FRANK  MILTON"  A  DE  LONG  SISTERS,  present- 
ing "Twenty  Minutes  Layover  at  Alfalfa  Junc- 
tion"; HERBERT  ASHLEY  &  AL  LEE  in  "A 
Sight  in  Chinatown";  BERTISH,  The  Ideal 
Athlete:  BILLY  GOULD  A  BELLE  ASHLYN- 
HOWARDS  NOVELTY:  MINNIE  ALLEN;  Vfff 
DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PICTURES.  Last 
WILLIAM  H.  THOMPSON  &  CO.  in  Frederic 
Sargent  s  one-act  play,  "An  Object  L-  ss 

Evening  prices,  10c,  25c.  50c,  75e.  Box  seats  $l. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays), 
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Cohan  &  Harris's  Latest  Success 

OFFICER  666 

A  Melodramatic  Farce  by  Augusrin  Mcllugh 
Company  Direct  from  Seven  Months' 

Run  at  Chicago 
Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays 
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Prices  -    50.  $1. 75  and  25c 


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the  Biggest  Plav  of  Our  Time 

BOUGHT  AND  PAID  FOR 

By  George  Broadhurst 

With  the  Original  Cast  Direct  from  Brady's 
Playhouse.  New  York,  including  Charles  Rich- 
man.  Julia  Dean,  Frank  <  raven,  Agnes  De  Lane, 
Allen  A tweU.  Marie  Hardi.      Priced 

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THE     ARGONAUT 


September  14,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


One  of  the  inexplicable  phenomena  of  our 
modern  social  life  is  the  tendency  to  provide 
special  accommodations  for  women.  Curi- 
ously enough,  it  accompanies  a  clamorous  de- 
mand by  women  for  equality  between  the 
sexes,  but  then  that  is  the  left-hand  way  we 
have  of  doing  things  nowadays.  Equality  be- 
tween the  sexes  from  the  woman's  point  of 
view  usually  means  a  liberty  to  be  aggressive, 
while  at  the  same  time  preserving  and  ex- 
tending their  own  reservations.  Now  there 
are  occasions  when  woman  may  wish  legiti- 
mately to  be  alone.  But  this  applies  to  men 
also.  We  none  of  us  wish  to  be  overlooked 
when  we  are  saying  our  prayers,  or  brushing 
our  teeth,  and  we  are  inclined  to  resent  the 
placarded  announcement  that  some  good 
people  are  fond  of  affixing  to  the  bathroom 
wall  to  the  effect  that  "Thou  God,  seest  me." 
There  are  occasions  when  we  wish  to  be  free 
even    from    the   all-seeing   eye    of   Providence. 

But  why  should  women  demand  special 
tables  at  restaurants?  Eating  is  not  a  sex 
function.  The  alleged  modesty  of  a  woman 
is  no  more  offended  by  eating  at  the  same 
tab'.e  with  a  man  than  by  walking  on  the 
same  street.  Imagine  what  would  be  said  to 
a  restaurateur  who  reserved  certain  tables  for 
men  only  and  forbade  women  to  sit  at  them. 
If  he  lived  in  London  he  would  certainly 
have  his  windows  broken  and  he  might  even 
find  himself  reproved  by  Mrs.  Pankhurst. 
And  yet  women  are  favored  with  all  these 
special  reservations  in  response  to  their  de- 
mand  for   equality. 

By  the  way  they  are  having  trouble  with 
women  in  some  of  the  English  public  libraries. 
Of  course  they  have  special  reading  rooms 
for  women,  and  no  wonder,  considering  some 
of  the  things  that  women  read.  But  now 
they  are  discovering  some  of  the  peculiarities 
of  the  feminine  conscience.  The  Bedford- 
shire librarian  says  that  thefts  are  rare  ex- 
cept in  the  women's  room,  where  the  period- 
icals are  mutilated  and  torn.  The  Westmin- 
ster librarian  says  that  there  is  nothing  in 
the  way  of  literature  that  a  woman  will  not 
steal.  She  will  cut  the  illustrations  from 
books,  pilfer  like  a  rat,  and  carry  away  any- 
thing that  she  wants  and  can  cram  into  her 
stocking  unless  it  is  nailed  down.  But  the 
Chelsea  librarian  fairly  makes  our  flesh  creep. 
He  says  all  that  the  other  librarians  say,  but 
he  makes  the  horrifying  disclosure  that 
women  use  their  reserved  reading-room  for 
toilet  purposes  and  "unblushingly  change 
their  apparel."  We  should  like  to  put  this 
official  on  the  witness-stand.  How  does  he 
know  that  women  change  their  apparel  in 
the  reading-room?  What  sort  of  apparel  do 
they  change?  Does  he  mean  underclothing? 
And  how  does  he  know  that  they  do  it  un- 
blushingly  ? 

But  the  original  question  remains.  Why 
do  women  demand  equality  with  one  hand 
and  shout  for  special  privileges  with  the 
other?  In  the  Middle  Ages  women  were 
cloistered  and  secluded  and  we  are  told  that 
this  was  a  mark  of  inferiority  placed  upon 
them  by  men.  Nowadays  we  are  confronted 
at  every  turn  with  the  placarded  words 
"Women  Only,"  and  we  are  told  that  this  is 
a  sign  of  feminine  emancipation.  Will  some 
one   please    explain  ? 


There  seems  to  be  a  subtle  something  about 
the  French  presidency  that  discourages  the 
use  of  tobacco.  Popular  ignorance  credits  the 
Frenchman  with  the  habit  of  inveterate 
smoking,  and  preferably  cigarette  smoking. 
and  so  it  is  with  a  shock  of  surprise  that  we 
read  a  news  item  from  Paris  to  the  effect 
that  President  Fallieres  has  incurred  popular 
disapproval  by  his  addiction  to  the  weed.  He 
has  actually  been  seen  smoking  a  pipe  and  so 
the  Gaulois  is  moved  to  ask  if  it  is  not  derog- 
atory to  the  dignity  of  his  office  that  a  presi- 
dent should  smoke  at  all.  What  the  Gaulois 
proposes  to  do  about  it  if  M.  Fallieres  should 
persist  in  his  evil  courses  is  not  apparent, 
but  perhaps  an  aroused  public  opinion  may  be 
sufficient  to  bring  him  to  the  penitent's  bench. 

Other  presidents,  it  seems,  have  shown  a 
better  sense  of  the  proprieties.  M.  Thiers  did 
not  smoke  at  all  and  implored  the  members 
of  his  suite  to  give  up  tobacco.  He  said  that 
it  dulled  the  mind.  MacMahon  gave  a  still 
more  curious  example  of  the  effect  upon  the 
smoker  of  the  Elysee  atmosphere.  Before  he 
became  president  he  smoked  Hike  an  automo- 
bile, but  after  his  election  he  developed  a 
positive  aversion  to  tobacco  in  every  form  and 
was  so  sensitive  to  its  odor  as  to  be  a  posi- 
tive nuisance.  Jules  Grcvy  had  no  personal 
dislike  to  tobacco,  but  he  said  frankly  that  it 
was  a  waste  of  money  and  so  he  eschewed  it. 
President  Carnot  was  fanatically  anti-tobacco 
for  all  the  reasons  that  there  are,  and  Casimir- 
Perier  was  so  exquisite  in  his  dress  and 
hat  he  would  toUrate  nothing  that  was 
unaesthetic.  And  now  comes  M.  Fallieres  to 
reverse  all  these  distinguished  precedents,  and 
not  only  to  smoke,  but  to  smoke  a  pipe.  No 
wonder  that  the  soul  of  the  Gaulois  should 
be  moved  within  and  that  it  should  direct  pub- 
lic attention  to  an  irregularity  dangerous  to 
the  life  of  thi   republic. 


Can  any  one  tell  us  who  reads  the  society 
rc    cabled    in    such    liberal    doses 

■    r>ur   leading   newspapers?      Are 
Med,  and  does  any  one  actually 


read  them  except  suffragettes  and  the  advo- 
cates of  the  higher  life?  Or  are  they  written 
by  the  voung  woman  who  "does"  the  society 
column  in  a  corner  of  the  New  York  office 
for  a  princely  remuneration  of  $15  per,  and 
whose  audience  is  made  up  of  nurse  girls  and 
the  aforesaid  exponents  of  the  higher  life? 
We  have  our  doubts.  Like  some  one  in  the 
Bible,  we  "halt  between  two  opinions." 

Now  it  costs  a  lot  of  money  to  send  tele- 
grams from  Paris  to  New  York  and  yet  these 
Paris  scribes  positively  spread  themselves 
over  messages  that  imply  an  extravagant 
waste  even  of  paper.  For  example,  we  are 
told  in  a  recent  issue  of  the  New  York 
Tivies  that  "the  social  sensation  of  the  pres- 
ent season  here  has  certainly  been  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam B.  Leeds  with  her  marvelous  gowns  and 
jewels."  Now  that  is  high  praise  for  Mrs. 
William  B.  Leeds,  or  rather  for  her  gowns 
and  jewels.  It  was  a  triumph  won  in  the 
face  of  serious  competition,  for  it  will  be  re- 
membered that  Mulai  Hand,  ex-Sultan  of 
Morocco,  was  in  Paris  at  the  same  time  with 
his  own  peculiar  variety  of  barbarism  and 
with  that  delightful  freedom  of  expression  in 
sex  matters  that  distinguishes  the  African  and 
Oriental  potentate.  Probably  French  society 
oscillated  between  Mrs.  Leeds  and  Mulai 
Hafid  with  a  keen  sense  of  the  self-improve- 
ment to  be  gained  by  direct  study  of  aborig- 
inal peoples. 

It  seems  that  Mrs.  Leeds  has  been  buying 
more  jewelry.  The  Times  man  tells  us  that 
to  the  "well-known"  tiara  and  necklace  she 
has  now  added  a  superb  stomacher  bought  at 
Cartier's  for  §140,000.  What  is  a  stomacher, 
anyway  ?  It  sounds  indelicate.  But  the  cor- 
respondent knows  all  about  everything.  He 
prattles  along  like  a  New  Thought  lady  at  a 
drawing-room  meeting,  and,  mind  you,  he 
telegraphs  it  all,  or  is  supposed  to.  Upon  one 
occasion  Mrs.  Leeds  was  "the  centre  of  at- 
traction" for  the  whole  evening.  Perhaps 
Mulai  Hafid  had  a  day  off  on  that  occasion. 
But  please  note  carefully  that  "her  gentleman 
of  honor,  Moncure  Robinson  of  New  York, 
never  left  her  side  during  all  the  evening." 
Afraid  some  one  would  pawn  her  presumably, 
and  one  can't  be  too  careful  after  the  Mona 
Lisa  theft.  It  would  be  a  horrid  nuisance  if 
Mrs.  Leeds  should  be  stolen  while  on  French 
territory  and  with  the  arbitration  treaty  a 
dead  letter,  too. 

Now  does  any  one  read  all  this  drivel?  It 
seems  hard  to  believe  it. 


Will  some  one  kindly  tell  us  to  whom  one 
should  apply  for  the  position  of  barber  on  an 
Atlantic  liner.  We  covet  that  position.  We 
need  the  money. 

There  was  a  barber  on  board  the  Titanic. 
a  second-class  barber,  wThose  widow  now 
wishes  to  separate  the  White  Star  Company 
from  the  sum  of  $1500,  such  being  the  value 
that  she  places  upon  the  life  of  her  husband, 
and  she  ought  to  know.  The  White  Star 
Company  are  a  little  coy  about  this  payment, 
and  as  some  question  of  employer's  liability 
is  concerned  the  matter  has  come  before  the 
law  courts.  Hence  certain  revelations  as  to 
the  noble  art  of  barbering  on  Atlantic  liners, 
the  profits  and  emoluments  pertaining  there- 
to, and  our  own  anxiety  to  get  in  on  the 
ground  floor. 

It  seems  that  this  particular  barber  re- 
ceived 25  cents  a  month  as  wages,  the  use  of 
a  studio  on  board,  and  his  food.  But  evi- 
dence was  given  to  show  that  his  receipts  in 
the  shape  of  fees  were  approximately  as  fol- 
lows: Shaving,  $40;  haircutting,  $11;  sham- 
pooing, $12 ;  sale  of  souvenirs,  $35 ;  toilet 
requisites,  $12  ;  tips,  $7  to  $10. 

Remember  that  this  is  for  one  voyage,  and 
a  voyage  lasts  less  than  a  week,  so  that  we 
have  somewhere  in  the  neighborhood  of 
$120  a  week  earned  by  a  second-class  barber 
on  an  Atlantic  liner.  Presumably  he  earns 
nothing  while  the  ship  is  in  port,  but  after 
making  all  due  deductions  we  may  still  ask 
ourselves  if  the  second-class  barber  or  the 
captain  of  the  ship  is  the  better  paid  ?  And 
what  about  the  first-class  barber  ?  But  perhaps 
it  would  be  unconstitutional  to  ask  questions 
concerning  a  potentate  who  enjoys  a  week's 
monopoly  of  millionaires,  every  mother's  son 
of  whom  is  clamoring  for  exclusive  atten- 
tions and  eager  to  buy  them  at  any  price. 
Heaven  knows  we  don't  want  to  muckrake. 
We  don't  want  to  shake  the  financial  pillars 
of  the  country,  or  bring  on  a  panic,  or  any- 
thing of  that  kind,  but  we  should  like  to  set 
our  feet  on  the  lower  rungs  of  the  barbering 
ladder  and  cast  our  timorous  but  aspiring 
glances  toward  that  magnificent  apparition 
who  shaves  the  millionaires  on  an  Atlantic 
liner. 


Business  men  from  New  York  are  to  estab- 
lish in  Red  Bank,  New  Jersey,  the  first  butter- 
fly farm  in  the  world.  They  will  raise  butter- 
flies of  all  varieties,  specializing  in  specimens 
of  brilliant  coloring  and  highly  decorative  ap- 
pearance. The  product  of  the  farm  is  to  be 
sold  to  society  women,  who  thus  will  be 
enabled  to  satisfy  their  whim  for  having  but- 
terflies flying  about  their  conservatories  and 
parlors. 

«»» 

"Do  you  believe  that  all  men  are  created 
equal  ?"  "I  used  to  before  I  was  married." 
"And  now?"  "Now  I  find  that  I  can't  begin 
to  compare  with  other  women's  husbands." — 
Detroit  Free  Press. 


Life  Out-of -Doors 

In  the  Mountains  and  at  Seaside,  River  and  Lake  Resorts 
With  Golf-sticks,  Gun  or  Rod-and-tackle 


Yosemite  Park — a  day's  ride  from  San  Francisco  or  Los  Angeles — should 
be  first  on  list  of  all  in  search  of  the  really  beautiful  in  mountain  surround- 
ings. A  region  of  direct  contrasts,  varying  from  ice-clad  peaks,  sheer  cliffs, 
plunging  torrents  and  thundering  waterfalls  to  mountain  meadows,  pine- 
flanked  valleys  and  crystal  streams,  it  delights  and  astounds.  Trout  fish- 
ing is  permitted.  Open  all  the  year.  Twelve  miles  by  stage  from  El  Portal 
to  heart  of  Park.  Hotels— steam-heated  and  electric-lighted,  with  telephone, 
telegraph  and  express  service. 


Surf-Bathing,  Yachting,  Boating,  Sea-Fishing,  Golfing,  Tennis,  Motoring 
Beaches,  Boardwalks,  Links  and  Pleasure  Grounds 

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SANTA  MONICA  REDONDO  BALBOA 

VENTURA  LONG  BEACH  NAPLES  and 

VENICE  CATAUNA  ISLANDS 


Trout  fishing  in  the  YOSEMITE  VALLEY,  the  AMERICAN, 
TRUCKEE,  KINGS,  KERN,  UPPER  SACRAMENTO,  McCLOUD, 
and  KLAMATH  Rivers  in  California;  SPRING  CREEK,  WILLIAM- 
SON, ROGUE,  UMPQUA.  and  McKENZIE  Rivers  in  Oregon. 

Waders  are  advisable  to  reach  inviting  pools  and  "  likely  places."  Trails 
lead  to  mountain  lakes  and  neighboring  creeks.  From  Shasta  Springs  a 
wonderful  2-hour  auto  ride  brings  you  to  the  McCloud  River. 


Lake  Tahoe  in  the  High  Sierra,  and  Upper  Klamath  Lake  in  Southern 
Oregon's  Lake  Region  offer  the  best  of  sport  and  comfortable  quarters. 

Motor-boating,  canoeing,  camping,  and  fishing  in  waters  where  every 
"strike"  is  a  "big  one." 

Miles  of  picturesque  shore  line  are  backed  by  timbered  hills  and  an  end- 
less chain  of  mountain  peaks. 


Mountaineering  and  hunting  in  the  Wawona,  Sierra  Nevada,  Shasta, 
Siskiyou,  Klamath  and  Crater  Lake  Regions. 

Wildfowl,  bear,  deer  and  other  game  plentiful. 

Auto  service  has  been  established  to  Crater  Lake  from  Klamath  Falls  and 
Pelican  Bay,  and  between  points  of  interest  in  many  of  the  mountain  regions. 

Guides,  saddle  and  pack-horses,  camping  outfits  and  every  facility  for 
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September  14.  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epierarnrnatic  and   Otherwise. 


The  host  was  nervous  and  inexperienced, 
and  he  rose  hurriedly  at  the  conclusion  of 
the  song.  "'Ladies  and — er,  gentlemen,"  he 
began,  "before  Mr.  M.  started  to — er — sing, 
he  asked  me  to  apologize  for  his — er — voice, 
but  I  omitted  to  do  so — er — so — I — er — apolo- 
gize now." 


Mrs.  Stronghead  had  just  thrown  a  paving 
stone  through  a  drug-store  window,  merely  to 
prove  that  she  was  entitled  to  vote  (says 
Judge),  and  had  been  marched  off  to  jail. 
"Thank  heaven,"  said  Stronghead.  "That 
settles  the  where-shall-we-spend-the-summer 
problem,  anyhow." 

Many  years  ago,  when  Senator  Ingalls  was 
in  the  Senate,  oleomargarine  was  a  bone  of 
contention.  The  debate  led  Ingalls  to  utter 
one  of  those  epigrammatic  sentences  which 
made  him  famous.  "I  have  never,  to  my 
knowledge,  tasted  oleomargarine,"  said  In- 
galls, "but  I  have  stood  in  the  presence  of 
genuine  butter  with  awe  for  its  strength  and 
reverence  for  its  antiquity." 


Senator  Cullom  of  Illinois  was  asked  by  a 
correspondent  why  the  Committee  on  Foreign 
Relations  had  enjoined  secrecy  on  the  text  of 
the  new  treaty  with  Great  Britain,  when  the 
text  of  the  treaty  was  printed  in  all  the  morn- 
ing papers.  "Tust  so,  just  so,"  said  the  sena- 
tor; "that's  the  reason  the  injunction  of  se- 
recy  was  placed  upon  the  treaty.  We  knew 
that  if  we  made  it  public  at  once  not  a  paper 
in  the  country  would  print  its  full  text." 


It  is  related  that  one  night  after  an  opera 
ball  a  gay  party  trooped  into  the  cafe  of  Big- 
non,  the  famous  Paris  restaurateur,  who  re- 
cently passed  away,  and  persisted  in  being 
served  by  the  proprietor  himself.  The  old 
gentleman  was  in  bed,  but  he  got  up  and 
threw  the  traditional  serviette  of  the  waiter 
across  his  arm.  When  the  bill  was  sent  up 
the  diners  were  indignant.  At  the  end  of  a 
financially  much-spiced  note  appeared:  "For 
being  served  by  Bignon,  one  thousand  francs." 
He  got  the  money  after  many  protests,  and 
handed  it  over  to  a  charity. 


Senator  Borah  was  ta'king  at  a  dinner  in 
Boise  about  an  embarrassing  question  that 
had  been  asked  at  Chicago.  "The  question," 
he  said,  smiling,  "went  unanswered.  It  was 
like  little  Willie's  query.  A  young  gentleman 
was  spending  the  week-end  at  little  Willie's 
cottage  at  Atlantic  City,  and  on  Sunday  even- 
ing after  dinner,  there  being  a  scarcity  of 
chairs  on  the  crowded  piazza,  the  young  gen- 
tleman took  Willie  on  his  lap.  Then  during 
a  pause  in  the  conversation  little  Willie 
looked  up  at  the  young  gentleman  and  piped : 
'Am    I   as  heavy  as  sister  Mabel?'" 


A  story  is  told  concerning  a  famous  man 
of  letters  who  visited  Washington  and  ap- 
peared at  a  dinner  party.  He  sat  next  to  a 
young  girl,  who  rattled  away  at  the  famous 
man.  He  wanted  to  talk  to  his  hostess,  but 
hadn't  a  chance.  The  girl  said  to  him:  "I'm 
awfully  stuck  on  Shakespeare.  Don't  you 
think  he's  terribly  interesting?"  Everybody 
listened  to  hear  the  great  man's  brilliant  re- 
ply ;  for,  as  a  Shakespearean  scholar,  he  has 
few  peers.  "Yes/'  he  said  solemnly,  "I  do 
think  he  is  interesting.  I  think  he  is  more 
than  that.  I  think  Shakespeare  is  just  simply 
too  dear  for  anything !" 

To  top  off  an  expensive  education  a  young 
married  woman  of  no  particular  ability  in  any 
one  line  took  a  course  at  a  dramatic  school. 
She  never  attempted  to  secure  an  engage- 
ment, so  one  day  a  c'.ose  and  candid  friend 
of  her  husband  asked  what  good  all  that 
training  had  done,  anyway.  "So  far  as  I  can 
see,"  he  said,  "that  $300  you  spent  on  Ethel's 
dramatic  education  has  been  practically 
thrown  away."  "Oh,  no,  it  hasn't,"  returned 
the  husband  mildly.  "Her  stage  experience 
has  taught  her  to  dress  in  a  hurry.  Nowa- 
days when  I  ask  her  to  go  any  place  with 
me  she  can  change  her  clothes  in  ten  minutes. 
It   used   to   take   over   an   hour." 


Of  brave  deeds  done  upon  the  battlefield 
and  amid  the  thunder  of  cannons  and  the 
cries  of  the  wounded  and  dying,  of  heroes  of 
the  Victoria  Cross,  and  great  generals  who 
rose  from  small  beginnings,  the  teacher  told 
her  class,  firing  them  with  enthusiasm  for 
their  mother  country.  "Please,  miss,"  cried 
one    little   girl    excitedly,    "my    father    was    in 


the  Boer  war!"  "And  did  he  fight  in  any  of 
the  battles?"  inquired  the  teacher.  "Oh,  yes," 
answered  the  little  maid.  "  'E  was  at  Gras- 
pan      an'      Modder      River      an'      Pardyburg, 

an' "      "And    was    he   wounded   in    any   of 

them?"  pursued  the  teacher.  The  little  girl's 
face  fell.  "No,  miss,  he  wasn't  wounded." 
she  replied.  And  then  she  brightened  again. 
"But  please,   miss,   'e  had  a   awful   'eadache  !" 


Secretary  Wilson  was  talking  about  the  rec- 
ord crops  of  1912.  "These  wonderful  crops." 
he  said,  "are  almost  enough  to  make  you  be- 
lieve the  crosscut  saw  story.  A  farmer,  you 
know,  sent  his  hired  man  to  a  neighbor's  with 
a  note,  saying:  'Friend  Smith:  Will  you 
please  lend  me  your  crosscut  saw,  as  I  wish  to 
cut  a  watermelon  up,  so  as  to  get  it  into  my 
dray.'  The  .neighbor  wrote  back:  'Friend 
Jones:  I  would  be  glad  to  lend  you  my  saw, 
but  same  has  just  got  stuck  in  a  cantaloupe.'  " 


A  bachelor  who  lived  near  Paris  managed 
to  secure  much  amusement  out  of  a  "topsy- 
turvy room,"  which  he  had  built  in  his  house. 
A  gentleman,  who  was  one  of  a  stag  party 
that  visited  him  from  Saturday  to  Monday, 
says:  "When  we  woke  up,  about  two  o'clock, 
on  Sunday  morning,  after  a  jolly  evening,  one 
of  our  number,  sound  asleep  on  the  couch  in 
the  billiard-room,  was  carried  out  like  a  log 
by  a  couple  of  servants.  My  host  gave  me  a 
solemn  wink,  and  told  me  that  if  a  sudden 
summons  came  I  was  to  rush  from  my  bed- 
room, or  else  I  might  miss  a  sight  worth  see- 
ing. I  wanted  nothing  but  sleep — and  was  re- 
lieved when  the  summons  came  to  find  that  it 
was  broad  daylight.  Yawning,  I  followed  the 
valet,  and  found  myself,  with  four  others, 
silent'.y  peeping  through  little  holes  in  a  wall. 
The  scene  was  absurd,  ridiculous.  A  dazed 
man,  slowly  waking  to  full  consciousness,  was 
lying  on  a  plastered  floor,  looking  up  in  hor- 
ror at  a  carpeted  ceiling.  Two  heavy  couches, 
an  easy-chair,  chairs  and  tables,  securely 
fastened,  stared  down  at  him  from  above. 
The  man's  eyes  at  last  rested  on  a  flower-pot 
directly  over  his  head,  from  which  a  flaring 
rose — apparently  real — was  blooming.  He 
gave  a  cry,  and,  rolling  over,  grasped  with 
frenzied  hands  the  stem  of  the  chandelier 
whicsh  came  up  through  the  floor.  The  host 
burst  into  the  room  with  a  loud  laugh.  'They 
all  do  it,'  he  cried,  'they  fear  they  will  fall 
up  to  the  ceiling.'  " 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

Romance  of  a  Stenographer. 
Dictation, 
Admiration, 
Fascination, 
Matrimony, 
Flirtation, 
Irritation, 
Separation, 
Alimony. 

— Springfield    Union. 


The  Armageddon  Cry. 
Onward,    fustian    soldiers, 
Marching    out    for    gore, 
With    the   cash    of    Perkins, 
Going  on  before! 

— Philadelphia   Ledger. 


Around  the  Ring. 

Mary    had    a    little    ring,    'twas    given    her    by    Joe, 

And  everywhere  that  Mary  went  that  ring  was 
sure  to  go. 

She  took  the  ring  with  her  one  day  when  she 
went   out  to   tea, 

Where  she  might  show  it  to  the  girls,  who  num- 
bered   twenty-three; 

And  when  the  girls  all  saw  that  ring,  they  made 
a   great   ado. 

Exclaiming  with  one  voice:  "Has  it  at  last  got 
round  to  you?"  — Liverpool  Mercury. 


Matilda  Muggins. 
Matilda  Muggins    (may  her  looks   improve!) 
Awoke  one  night  from   fleeting  dreams  of  love 
And  saw,  within  the  moonlight  near  her  bed 
A  spirit  writing  in   a  book  of   red. 
In    words    of   flame    it    wrote,    with    mien    inspired. 
"What    names    are    those?"    the    damsel    then    in- 
quired. 
The    spirit,    answering,    stayed    its    gleaming    pen 
"The    maids    whose    beauty     fires    the     hearts    of 

men." 
"And    am    I    one?"    she   queried.      "Nay,    not   so," 
The   spirit    said.     Matilda    spoke    more    low, 
Hut    hopeful    still,    and    begged    in    accents   bland 
"Write  me    as   one   that  cooks  to   beat   the   band." 
The    spirit    wrote    and    vanished.     The    next    night 
It  came  again  with  a  great  scroll  of  white, 
And    showed   the  names  whom   praise  of  men    had 

blessed. 
And    lo!    Matilda's    name    led    all    the    rest. 

— Lippincott's   Magazine. 


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PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle   of   the   social    happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Eay   of  San   Francisco   will   be   found  in 
the  following  department: 

Mrs.  George  Alexander  Newman.  Jr.,  of  Louis- 
ville. Kentucky,  has  announced  the  engagement  of 
her  daughter.  Miss  Amelia  Carolyn  Bull,  to  En- 
sign Jesse  Barrotte  Oldendorf,  U.  S.  N.  Miss 
Hull  is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Ralph  Stewart  of  Marc 
Island,  with  whom  she  has  been  spending  the 
summer.  Ensign  Oldendorf  is  attached  to  the 
in  San  Diego. 
The  wedding  of  Miss  Ernestine  Kraft  and  Mr. 
George  Gunn  took  place  at  3:30  o'clock  Tuesday 
at  ihe  home  on  Pierce  Street  of  the  bride's  sister, 
Mrs.  J.  E.  Birmingham.  Mr.  Gunn  is  the  son  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  OB.  Gunn  and  a  brother  of  the 
Messrs.    Edward    and    Eckel    Gunn. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Ernestine  Fiedler  and  Mr. 
Laurance  D.  Allen  took  place  Thursday  evening 
at  the  home  on  Sacramento  Street  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  i  '•.  E.  Bacon.  Miss  Elizabeth  Fee  was  the 
bride's  only  attendant.  -Mrs.  Allen  is  the  daugh- 
ter of  Mrs.  Theodore  V.  Halsey,  and  a  niece  of 
Mrs.  John  I.  Sabin  and  Mr.  Louis  Glass.  Mr. 
Allen  is  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  II.  Allen. 
The  wedding  of  Miss  Marian  .Miller  and  Mr. 
Bernard  Waterlow  Ford  took  place  Wednesday  at 
high  noon  at  the  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  of  the 
bride's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  O.  G.  Miller. 
Miss  Leslie  Miller  was  her  sister's  maid  of  honor, 
and  the  Misses  Ernestine  McNear  and  Laura 
Baldwin  were  the  bridesmaids.  Mr.  Ford  was  at- 
tended by  Mr.  Sidney  Waterlow  Ford  as  best 
man.  The  Messrs.  Arthur  Ford  and  Kenneth 
Moore  were  the  ushers.  The  bride  is  a  grand- 
daughter of  the  late  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Albert  Miller 
and  the  late  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Tucker  of  Oakland, 
and  a  niece  of  Mrs.  George  W.  McXear,  Jr.,  Mrs. 
Edward  Lacey  Brayton,  Mrs.  Augustus  McDonald, 
Mrs.  Charlotte  Mhoon,  and  Miss  Annie  Miller  of 
Oakland,  and  the  Messrs.  H.  M.  A.,  Harry  East, 
and  Horace  Miller.  Mr.  Ford  is  the  son  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Alfred  Bernard  Ford  of  this  city,  and 
the  grandson  of  the  late  Sir  Sidney  Waterlow  of 
London.  Upon  their  return  from  their  wedding 
trip,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ford  will  establish  themselves 
in    a   home   in   this    city. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Claire  Phinney  and  Dr. 
Charles  B.  McKee  took  place  Monday  evening  in 
St.  Paul's  Episcopal  Church  in  Sacramento.  Miss 
Phinney  is  the  daughter  of  Mr.  George  Phinney, 
sister  of  Mr.  Van  Voorhies  Phinney,  and  a 
granddaughter  of  the  late  Mr.  A.  A.  Van  Voor- 
hies of   Sacramento. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Gilman  Norris  of  New 
York  have  announced  the  marriage  of  their  sister, 
Miss  Teresa  Frances  Thompson,  and  Mr.  William 
Kose  Be  net,  which  took  place  September  3  at  the 
Church  of  St.  Peter  of  Alcantara,  Port  Washing 
Ion.  Long  Island.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benet  will  re- 
side   in    Port   Washington. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Grassi  Bulkeley  and  Mr. 
Bayard  Hyde-Smith  will  take  place  November  6 
in  Washington,  D.  C,  where  Miss  Bulkeley  re- 
sides with  her  parents,  Captain  W.  A.  Gill,  U.  S. 
\\.  ami  Mrs.  Gill.  Mr.  Hyde-Smith  is  the  son  of 
Mrs.  Eleanor  Hyde-Smith,  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Bald- 
win Wood  of  this  city,  and  Mrs.  Harold  Dilling- 
ham of  Honolulu,  and  a  nephew  of  Mrs.  Camillo 
Martin,  Mrs.  Alexander  Garceau,  and  Miss  Mary 
Hyde.  Mr.  Hyde-Smith  and  his  bride  will  reside 
in    Honolulu. 

Miss  Gcraldine  Forbes  will  be  hostess  at  a 
dance  next  week  at  the  Merdo  Country  Club  in 
honor  of  Miss  Isabelle  Donahue  Sprague  and  Mr. 
William    Henry   Pool. 

Mrs.     Eleanor    Martin    entertained    a    number    of 
friends  at   a  dinner   complimentary   to    Miss   Inncs 
and    Mr.    Willard    C.    Chamberlin. 
The      Misses      Marion     and      Ruth      Zeile     were 
hostesses   last   week  at  a  theatre  and  supper  party, 
Mrs.    Philip    E.    Bowles  was  hostess   Saturday  at 
a    reception  at  her  home,   The  Pine,   in   Claremont. 
'I  he    affair    was    in    honor    of    her    daughter,    Mrs. 
Hiram  Johnson,  Jr.    (formerly  Miss  Amy  Bowles). 
Dr.    Philip    King   Brown   and    Mrs.    Brown  enter- 
tained a  large  number  of  guests  at  a  tea   Sunday, 
complimentary   to    Dr.    Richard    C.    Cabot  and   Mrs. 
Cabot    of    Boston. 

Mrs.  Cabot  was  the  guest  of  honor  at  a  lunch- 
eon given  yesterday  in  Oakland  by  the  Oakland 
Centre   of  the   California    Civic   League. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Harry  Umhscn  entertained  their 
friends  at  a  dinner-dance  last  week  at  their  coun- 
try home. 

Mr.    Clyde    Payne.    Jr.,    was   host    last    evening   at 

an    informal    dance    at    the    home    on    Jones    Street 

of   his    parent:-.    Dr.    Clyde    Payne   and    Mrs.    Payne. 

Mrs.     Eleanor     Martin     was    hostess    at    a    dinner 

1     Mrs.    Wallace    Irwin    of    New 

■    ■ 

-Mi'-    and     Mrs.     Horace    Morgan    celebrated    the 

of    their   wedding  at  an   evening 

reception    last    week   al    their   home  on   Washington 

Street. 

Mi"   Margarei    r  itcrtaiued   a   number  of 

iturday  evening  at  the  home 
..ri  Presidio  ivt  Mi..-  of  li  r  parents,  .Mr.  and  Mrs 
William    Reding. 


Colonel  Cornelius  Gardner,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Gardner  entertained  several  hundred  guests  at  a 
reception  in  honor  of  Mr.  Henry  L.  Stimson, 
Secretary  of  War,  and  Mrs.  Stimson  and  the 
official  party.  Among  those  who  assisted  Mrs. 
Gardner  in  receiving  were  Mr^.  John  P.  Wisscr, 
Mrs.  Walter  Finley,  Mrs.  Lea  Febiger,  Mrs. 
Chase-Kennedv,   Mrs.   Frick,  and  Mrs.  Potts. 

Colonel  John  P.  Wisser,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Wisser  gave  a  luncheon  at  their  home  in  the  Pre- 
sidio, complimentary  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stimson  and 
entertained  early  in  the  week  at  a  reception  in 
honor  of  the  Sixteenth  Infantry,  stationed  at  the 
post. 

Mis-  Ruth  Brooks  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon  and 
theatre  party  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Ward  Ellis,  wife 
of  Lieutenant    Ellis,    U.    S.    N. 

The  Sequoia  Club  formally  opened  its  new 
quarters  on  Washington  Street  Thursday  evening. 
An  interesting  programme  followed  a  dinner  which 
was  attended   by  the  members  and  their  friends. 

The  members  of  the  Century  Club  will  hold  an 
art  exhibition  at  the  club  rooms,  Franklin  and 
Sutter    Streets,    Wednesday,    September    25. 


Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to    and    from   this   city    and    Coast   and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Lady  Anita  Theresa  Wolseley,  wife  of  Sir 
Charles  Wolseley  of  London,  and  her  son,  Mr.  G. 
W.  Wolseley,  arrived  last  week  and  will  visit  their 
relatives  in  this  city  and  Burlingame.  Lady 
Wolseley  is  a  sister  of  Mr.  Daniel  T.  Murphy  and 
the  mother  of  Mr.  Edric  Wolseley,  who  for  sev- 
eral years  has  resided  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Murphy. 
The  Misses  Harriett  and  Janetta  Alexander  will 
leave  tomorrow  for  their  home  in  New  York. 
They  will  be  accompanied  by  Miss  Edith  Chese- 
brough,  who  will  take  part  in  a  number  of  golf 
tournaments  in   the   East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Lawrence  Murphy  have 
returned  from  Santa  Cruz,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the   summer. 

Mr.  James  Bryce,  the  British  ambassador,  and 
Mrs.  Bryce  arrived  Thursday  from  Australia,  and 
are  spending  a  few  days  in  this  city  en  route  to 
Washington,    D.    C. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  J.  Crocker  and  their  family 
have  returned  from  their  country  home  in  Clover- 
dale.  The  Messrs.  Harry  and  Clark  Crocker  will 
leave  next  week  for  their  Eastern  colleges,  and 
Miss  Kate  Crocker  will  return  to  school  in  New 
York. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Murphy  and  her  little  daughter 
have  been  spending  the  past  week  with  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Francis  Carolan  at  their  home  in  Santa 
Clara    County. 

•Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  L.  Cadwalader  have  re- 
turned from  San  Mateo,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the  past  two  weeks  with  Mrs.  Russell  J. 
Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  L.  Coleman,  Miss  Cara 
Coleman,  and  Mr.  Robert  L.  Coleman,  Jr.,  have 
returned  from  Lake  Tahoe  and  are  at  the  Fair- 
mont Hotel.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  are 
occupying  the  Coleman   home  in    Burlingame. 

Mrs.  Frank  Denny  and  her  daughter,  Mis.- 
Esther  Denny,  have  returned  from  Applegate  and 
are  established  for  the  season  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Antoine  Borel,  Jr.,  have  taken 
an  apartment  on  California  and  Jones  Streets, 
where  they  will  reside  during  the  winter. 

Mrs.  Philip  Wooster  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Elizabeth  Wooster,  left  Sunday  for  their  home  in 
New  York  after  having  spent  two  months  with 
Mrs.   E.    Dore  at  her  home  on   Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  Ar.ne  Bradley  Wallace  and  her  son,  Mr, 
Bradley-  Wallace,  have  returned  from  a  motor  trip 
through    Lake    County    and    the    Tahoe    country. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bernard  Ford  left  Thursday  on 
their  wedding  trip  and  upon  their  return  will  re- 
side temporarily  with  Mrs.  Ford's  parents,  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    C.    O'.    G.    Miller. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  Stuart  Baldwin  and  their 
daughters,  the  Misses  Laura  and  Mildred  Bald- 
win,   have   returned   from  the   Yellowstone   Park. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horatio  P.  Livermore,  the  Misses 
Edith  and  Elizabeth  Livermore,  have  closed  their 
country  home,  Montesol,  in  Mendocino  County, 
and  are  occupying  their  town  house  on  Russian 
Hill.  Miss  Edith  Livermore  will  spend  the  win- 
ter season  in  Berlin,  with  her  brother-in-law  and 
sister,    Mr.    and   Mrs.    Al  f red  Hurtgen. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  and  Mrs.  Rich- 
ard Ivers  returned  Tuesday  from  San  Mateo, 
where  they  have  been  spending  a  week  with  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    Charles  Templeton    Crocker. 

Judge  T.  2.  Blakeman  and  Mrs.  Blakeman  have 
closed  their  home  in  Sonoma  County  and  are  es- 
tablished at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis  for  the  season. 
Their  daughter,  Mrs.  Robert  McMillan,  who  has 
been  spending  the  summer  with  them,  will  leave 
shortly  for  Fort  Hunt,  Virginia,  where  she  will 
join  her   husband,    Captain    McMillan,   U.    S.  A. 

Mrs.  Francis  J.  Newlands  has  returned  to 
Washington,  1).  C,.  after  a  visit  in  this  city. 
Mrs.  Newlands  was  the  guest  for  a  few  days  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Sharon  in  Mcnlo  Park. 
Mrs.  John  Bidwell,  Mrs.  Kennedy,  and  Mr. 
Thompson  Alexander  have  returned  from  a 
month's    trip    to    Honolulu. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    John    Johns    of    San    Mateo    will 


Without  a  Rival 

ARISTOCRATIC  A  Chocolates 
are  without  a  rival  on  the  market. 
They  are  peerless  because  of  the 
purity  and  costliness  of  their  in- 
gredients. 

For  instance,  through  private  arrange- 
ment we  use  Henry  Maillard's  choco- 
late in  our  candies,  the  highest  priced 
and  best  that  can  be  manufactured. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


leave   next    week    for    New   York   en    route    to    Eu- 
rope,   where   they  will  spend   the   winter. 

Mr.   and    Mrs.    Norman   Whiteside  and   Miss  Ed- 

wina  Hammond  arrived  this  week  from  New  York. 

Mr.   and   Mrs.   George   Roos  have  returned   from 

San    Mateo,    where    they    have    been    spending    the 

summer. 

Miss  Helen  Heath  has  returned  from  Europe, 
where    she    spent   the    summer. 

Dr.  Philip  King  Brown  and  Mrs.  Brown  left 
today  for  a  week-end  visit  in  Santa  Barbara. 
They  were  accompanied  by  their  house  guests, 
Dr.  Richard  C.  Cabot  and  Mrs.  Cabot,  of  Boston. 
Mrs.  Robert  N.  Graves  has  returned  to  town 
after  having  spent  the  summer  in  Los  Gatos. 

Mrs.  Lane  Leonard  and  her  little  daughter  have 
returned  from  the  McCloud  River,  where  they 
have  been  spending  several  weeks  with  Mrs. 
Hearst. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson  returned  today  from 
San  Mateo,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  sum- 
mer, and  is  established  on  Pacific  Avenue  near 
Gough   Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  Knight,  who  are  occu- 
pying apartments  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club, 
will  return  to  town  next  month  and  will  spend 
the  winter  at   Gough   and    Sacramento    Streets. 

Mrs.  George  Cameron  left  last  week  for  New 
York  to  meet  her  mother,  Mrs.  M,  II.  de  Young, 
who    arrived    recently    from    Europe. 

Mrs.  Scott  Hendricks  will  spend  the  next  two 
weeks   with    friends   in   Chico. 

Miss  Edith  Mau  has  returned  from  Monterey, 
where  she  was  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew 
M.   Lawrence  and   Miss   Edna  Lawrence. 

Mrs.  E.  B.  Clement  has  gone  East  to  spend  a 
few  weeks  with  her  son,  Mr.  Gerard  Clement,  who 
resides  in  Detroit. 

Miss  Sarah  Cunningham  will  return  next  week 
from  New  York  and  will  join  her"  mother.  Mrs. 
James  Cunningham,  at  the  family  residence  on 
Broadway.  Miss  Mary  Cunningham  will  remain 
in  the  East  with  relatives  until  October,  when 
Mrs.  Cunningham  and  the  Misses  Sarah  and  Eliza- 
beth Cunningham  will  return  to  their  home  in 
New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ralston  Hamilton  have  returned 
from  St.  Helena,  where  they  have  been  spending 
the    summer. 

Mrs.  Morton  Mitchell  left  today  for  her  home 
in  Paris  after  a  visit  with  relatives  in  this  city. 
Mrs.  Mitchell  was  accompanied  by  her  niece,  Miss 
Elizabeth  Eaton,  who  will  attend  Mine.  Payen's 
school   in    Paris. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Marian  Baker,  left  last  week  for  New 
York  en  route  to  Europe,  where  they  will  spend 
several    months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  Greenbaum  have  returned 
from  a  visit  in   Portland. 

Dr.  John  Rodgers  Clark  and  Mrs.  Clark  have 
gone  to  Monterey  for  a  brief  visit.  They  were 
accompanied  by  Mrs.  Clark's  aunt,  Miss  Alice 
Mullins,  of  London. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch,  Jr.,  have  gone 
East  to  remain  until  November  and  upon  their 
return  will  reside  in  the  home  on  Scott  and 
Green  Streets  of  Mrs.   Mary  G.  Buckingham. 

Mr.  Lawrence  Waterbury  has  arrived  from  New 
York  and  will  spend  several  weeks  in  this  city 
and    Burlingame. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Gallois  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Jeanne   Gallois,   will   spend  the   winter   abroad. 

Mrs.  George  Wells  left  Thursday  for  Chicago, 
where  she  will  visit  her  daughter,  Mrs.  Charles 
Huse. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Talbot  Walker  closed  their  home 
in  Woodsidc  today  and  have  taken  possession  of 
the  Howard   Holmes  house  on   Buchanan   Street. 

The  Misses  Persis  and  Janet  Coleman  have  re- 
turned from  Santa  Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leslie  Webb  Symmes  (formerly 
Miss  Grace  Whittle)  have  returned  from  their 
wedding  trip  and  are  visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Al- 
bert M.    Whittle  in  Mill  Valley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wallace  Irwin  have  arrived  from 
New  York  and  are  at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Mr.  Fricdlander  Bowie  is  expected  to  return 
from   Paris   before   the  holidays. 

Captain  Jesse  Langdon,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Langdon  (formerly  Miss  Ruth  Dunham)  have 
rented  a  cottage  in  Los  Gatos  adjoining  the  home 
of  Miss  Mary  Dunham  and  will  later  return  to 
their   home   at    Fort   Riley. 

Mrs.  John  Ellicott  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Dor- 
othy Ellicott,  are  visiting  friends  in  Bremerton  and 
will  later  sail  for  the  Orient,  where  they  will 
join   Captain  Ellicott,  U.   S.   N. 

Major  Nathaniel  F.  McClure,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
McCIure  have  recently  been  the  guests  of  Captain 
Arthur  Owens,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Owens  at  their 
home  on    Mare   Island. 

Captain  William  F.  Morrison,  U.  S.  A.,  sailed 
last  week  for  Manila.  Mrs.  Morrison  and  Miss 
Virginia  Morrison  will  visit  relatives  in  Washing- 
ton,   D.   C,  during  Captain   Morrison's  absence. 

Lieutenant  Maxwell  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Murray  have  recently  been  the  guests  of  General 
Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Murray,  who, 
with  their  daughters,  the  Misses  Carolyn  and  Sadie 
Murray,  arc  at  the  Hotel  Stewart  awaiting  the 
completion  of  their  home  at   Fort   Mason. 

Mrs.  William  Poillon  and  Miss  Gladys  Poillon, 
who  have  been  spending  the  summer  in  California, 
have  gone  East,  but  contemplate  returning  here 
for   the   winter   season 

Dr.  and  Mrs.  William  J.  Younger  are  en  route 
to  their  home  in  Paris,  remaining  a  few  days  in 
the  Grand  Canon  of  Colorado,  and  they  are  not 
to  return  to  San  Francisco  this  winter  as  has 
been  stated. 

Mrs.  IT.  Miller  has  closed  her  home,  Earlton 
Lodge,  in  Montccito,  and  is  spending  a  few  days 
in  the  city  with  her  son,  Mr.  Carlton  Earle  Miller, 
who  goes  to  Yale.  They  will  leave  early  in  the 
week  for  the  East  via  the  Canadian  Pacific,  stop- 
ping at  Lake  Louise  and  other  points  en  route. 
Mrs.  Miller  will  spend  the  winter  in  New  York 
and    Washington. 

Rear-Admiral  Hugo  Osterhaus,  U.  S.  N.,  will 
retire  from  the  command  of  the  Atlantic  fleet 
and  will  he  succeeded  by  Rear-Admiral  Charles  J. 
Badger,   U.    S.    N. 

Colonel  C.  J.  Bailey,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Bailey 
arc  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Henry  L.  Dodge.  Mrs. 
Bailey  was  formerly  Miss  Mollie  Dodge  of  this 
city. 

Lieutenant-Colonel    Thomas    H.    Recs,    U.    S.    A., 
has  returned  from  a  tour  of  inspection    in    Alaska. 
Colonel    Walter    L.    Finley,    U.    S.    A.,    has    beet, 
assigned    as   commanding   officer   of    the    First    Cav- 
alry   at   the    Presidio. 


Lambardi  Grand  Opera  Season  at  Cort  Soon. 

Great  interest  is  being  evidenced  in  the 
forthcoming  season  of  the  Lambardi  Pacific 
Coast  Grand  Opera  Company  at  the  Cort 
Theatre,  which  begins  Sunday  night,  Septem- 
ber 22.  The  name  Lambardi  stands  for  much 
here.     It  is  a  guaranty  of  excellence. 

The  veteran  impresario  has  banded  together 
the  finest  organization  of  his  notable  career 
for  the  new  season,  which  starts  with  the 
local  engagement.  The  subscription  sale  has 
been  very  gratifying  and  the  outlook  from  a 
financial  standpoint  points  to  a  profitable  en- 
gagement. From  an  artistic  standpoint  there 
is  certainly  nothing  to  fear,  judging  by  Lam- 
bardi productions  of  the  past. 

Fifteen  new  artists  will  be  brought  from 
Italy  by  Lambardi.  They  all  have  reputation 
and  many  have  never  sung  in  this  country. 
The  repertory  contains  eighteen  operas  and 
will  include  the  following  novelties:  Straus's 
"Salome,"    and    Zondonai's    "Conchita." 


In  a  recently  published  book  on  fungi,  a 
celebrated  mycologist  is  quoted  as  saying, 
with  regard  to  a  test  as  to  the  edible  quali- 
ties of  mushrooms:  "Eat  them;  if  you  live, 
they  are  edible ;  if  you  die,  they  are  poison- 
ous." The  author  discredits  this  test ;  he 
says:  "Do  not  risk  anything  in  the  way  of 
eating  fungi ;  they  are  not  worth  the  risk. 
They  contain  no  more  flesh-forming  material 
than  a  cabbage  does,  which  is  about  the 
smallest  amount  that  can  be  obtained  from 
anything  we   eat." 


One  of  the  musical-comedy  gems  to  be  seen 
in  San  Francisco  this  winter  is  Franz  Le- 
har's  "Gypsy  Love."  It  has  been  a  sensation 
in  the  East,  and  will  be  sung  here  by  a  big 
cast,  headed  by  Phyllis  Partington  and  Arthur 
Aibro. 


The   home   in  Los   Angeles   of   Dr.    Edwin 
Janss  and  Mrs.  Janss  has  been  brighteend  by 
the   advent   of   a  daughter.      Mrs.   Janss   was 
formerly  Miss  Florence  Cluff  of  this  city. 
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Sam  Bernard  will  appear  this  season  in  a 
musical  comedy  by  Franz  Lehar.  Abroad  the 
piece  was  known  as  "The  Man  with  Three 
Wives,"  but  the  title  will  be  changed. 


For   Rent   or  For   Sale 

Santa  Barbara  home,  on  the  crest  of  the  Mission 
grounds.  House  twith  every  modern  conveni- 
ence )  has  twenty  rooms  also  large  screened  sleep- 
ing porches.  There  is  a  garage,  stable,  guest  cot- 
tage and  cottage  for  farmer-gardener.  Twenty- 
five  acres;  the  canyon  part  of  twenty  acres 
laid  out  in  gardens  and  trails,  has  the  Mission 
Creek  running  through  it.  Both  sides  of  Mission 
Creek  are  owned.  Beautiful  view  of  harbor. 
Full  particulars  given  by 

FLORIDE  GREEN, 
1667  Washington  St..  San  Francisco. 


The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $4  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  Sts. 


The  Deane  School 

An  Outdoor  School  for  Young  Boys 

MONTECITO  VALLEY 
Santa  Barbara,  Cal. 

Courses  parallel  to  those  of  the  best 
New  England  schools.  Prepares  for 
Thacher,  St.  Mark's,  Middlesex,  Taft, 
Hill  and  other  classical  schools.  For 
catalogue  address 

JOHN  H.  DEANE,  Jr. 


^A    Ulli 

A" 


CITIZENS'  ALLIANCE 


SAN  FRANCISCO 

OPEN 
SHOP 


"It  is  high  time  it  should 
be  generally  understood 
that  trades  unionism,  in 
important  respects,  works 
against  the  very  best  effects 
of  democracy." 

— Professor  Eliot.  Harvard  University 

The  Citizens*  Alliance  offices 

Nos.  363-365-369  Russ  Bldg 

San  Francisco 


September  14.  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


175 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


William  H.  Bunker,  director  of  the  San 
Francisco  Chamber  of  Commerce,  has  been 
appointed  by  President  Taft  a  delegate  for 
the  United  Slates  to  the  Fifth  International 
Congress  of  Chambers  of  Commerce,  which 
will  be  held  in  Boston,  September  24.  Mr. 
Bunker,  with  Paul  T.  Carroll  and  R.  E.  Mil- 
ler, will  represent  the  local  organization  at 
the  congress.  Questions  of  international  in- 
terest will  be  discussed  at  the  congress.  More 
than  seven  hundred  delegates  from  forty  dif- 
ferent countries  are  expected  to  attend  the 
sessions.  

Rosh  Hashonah,  the  Hebrew  for  new  year, 
a  festival  of  good  cheer  among  the  Jewish 
peop.e,  a  holiday  which  is  the  motif  for  an 
interchange  of  good  wishes  and  felicitations 
for  all  Israel,  was  celebrated  Thursday. 
Every  synagogue  in  San  Francisco  was  elabo- 
rately decorated  for  the  Rosh  Hashonah 
services,  and  special  ceremonies  were  held, 
with  the  usual  ritual  of  prayer.  Musical 
services  augmented  the  ceremonies  in  every 
synagogue.  

Andrew  Carnegie  and  the  fitness  of  his  ca- 
reer as  a  model  for  young  men  to  adopt  will 
be  an  issue  in  the  coming  campaign.  The 
peop'e  of  this  city  will  pass  upon  the  ques- 
tion of  accepting  or  rejecting  Carnegie's  offer 
of  $750,000  for  a  library  fund-  This  offer 
was  made  and  accepted  by  the  board  of  super- 
visors eleven  years  ago,  but  the  city  fund  re- 
quired before  the  Carnegie  money  would  be 
available  never  has  been  set  aside.  Now  that 
it  seems  likely  that  the  necessary  local  fund 
might  be  had,  the  present  board  of  super- 
visors has  voted  to  accept  the  Carnegie  money. 
This  action  is  opposed  by  the  Labor  Council 
and,  as  the  final  move  in  the  campaign  of 
opposition,  a  petition  has  been  filed  with 
Registrar  Zemansky  requiring  the  submission 
of  the  proposal  to  popular  vote.  That  peti- 
tion was  drawn  and  circulated  for  signatures 
by  the  Labor  Council  and  10,000  names  are 
attached  to  it.  

Elizabeth  Parker  Hastings's  monthly  allow- 
ance from  the  estate  of  her  grandfather,  the 
late  S.  Clinton  Hastings,  founder  of  the 
Hastings  Law  College  of  the  University  of 
California,  and  from  the  estate  of  her  mother, 
Mary  Cogshill  Hastings,  has  been  increased 
by  Judge  Thomas  F.  Graham  in  the  superior 
court  from  $300  to  $500.  Louis  M.  Hoefler, 
guardian  of  the  girl,  through  his  counsel,  W. 
H.  Humphrey,  protested  against  the  increase 
unless' some  way  is  found  to  insure  the  money 
being  spent  for  her  benefit  and  not  for  the 
support  of  her  stepfather,  James  Daniell,  at 
whose  home  in  England  she  is  kept. 


The  one  hundred  and  second  anniversary 
of  the  independence  of  the  republic  of  Mexico 
will  be  celebrated  by  the  local  Mexican  col- 
ony, about  eight  thousand  strong,  Saturday, 
Sunday,  and  Monday.  The  programme  will 
start  at  Dreamland  Pavilion  Saturday  night, 
with  iitcrary  exercises,  with  a  review  of  the 
life  of  Miguel  Hidalgo,  the  George  Washing- 
ton of  Mexico.  There  will  be  a  concert  and 
the  ceremonies  will  conclude  with  a  grand 
ball.  

Edward  Pollitz,  one  of  San  Francisco's 
foremost  stock  brokers,  died  Tuesday  morning 
at  Adler  Sanatorium  after  an  illness  of  three 
weeks.  Mr.  Po'.litz  was  sixty-six  years  old  and 
was  unmarried.  He  is  survived  by  a  brother 
and  other  relatives  residing  in  Germany.  He 
was  born  in  Mayence,  Germany.  With  Henry 
St.  Goar,  Pollitz  was  a  partner  in  the  broker- 
age firm  of  Edward  Pollitz  &  Co.  In  1874  he 
came  to  San  Francisco  and  engaged  in  the 
stock  brokerage  business.  In  1881,  with  other 
brokers  with  whom  he  had  been  associated, 
he  organized  the  San  Francisco  Stock  and 
Bond  Exchange.  For.  five  terms  he  served 
that  organization  as  president.  He  was  presi- 
dent of  the  Hutchinson  Sugar  Plantation 
Company  of  this  city,  and  a  director  in  the 
Hawaiian  Commercial  and  Sugar  Company, 
Honokaa  Sugar  Company,  Onomea  Sugar 
Company,   and   the    Paauhau    Sugar    Company. 


For  the  first  time  in  twenty-five  years  rain 
fe'.l  early  in  September,  and  for  two  days 
there  was  almost  a  general  downfall  in  the 
northern  half  of  the  state. 


During  August  606  sales  of  San  Francisco 
real  estate  were  recorded,  for  a  total  of 
$3,552,985.  This  is  well  up  to  the  average 
of  the  sales  for  the  first  seven  months  of 
the  year,  and  is  over  $1,300,000  greater  in 
amount  than  the  total  of  real  estate  sales  for 
the  month  of  August  of  last  year. 


Admission  Day  was  generally  observed,  and 
noted  especially  as  the  second  Monday  holi- 
day in  a  month  not  yet  ten  days  old.  Labor 
Day  and  Admission  Day  can  never  come  to- 
gether, but  they  are  just  a  week  apart  only  a 
few   times  in   a  generation. 


Gates  of  the  San  Francisco  World's  Fair 
will  swing  open  on  time,  a  completed  spec- 
tacle, if  promises  are  kept.  The  positive  or- 
der of  the  board  of  directors  is  that  all  ex- 
hibit palaces  must  be  complete,  as  though 
ready  for  occupancy,  on  June  25,  1914,  which 
is  nine  months  in  advance  of  the  date  set  for 
the  opening,  February  20,  1915.     All  contracts 


will  be  let  on  that  basis.  The  first  great 
palace  to  be  commenced  will  be  that  devoted 
to  machinery.  The  contract  for  this  will  be 
let  on  or  before  November  11. 


Police  Commissioner  Isaac  H.  Spiro  and 
Fire  Commissioner  John  Donohoe,  suspended 
under  charges  by  Mayor  Rolph,  are  contest- 
ing in   the  courts  their  removal. 


With  twenty-seven  men  aboard,  the  United 
States  submarine  boat  F-I  established  a 
world's  record  September  6,  when  it  sank  to 
a  depth  of  283  feet  in  the  water  of  San  Fran- 
cisco Bay  oft"  Point  Diablo.  It  remained  at 
that  depth  for  ten  minutes,  cruising  at  a 
speed  of  six  knots.  The  submarine  boat  re- 
mained submerged  for  six  hours  without  ex- 
periencing  any   inconvenience. 


Permission  has  been  granted  the  California 
Academy  of  Science  by  the  Park  Commission 
to  erect  a  unit  building  for  its  museum  in 
Golden  Gate  Park.  At  the  same  time  the 
commission  adopted  a  resolution  declaring  it 
the  sense  of  the  board  that  more  land  should 
be  granted  the  academy  as  fast  as  it  becomes 
necessary  for  additional  buildings.  It  is  the 
plan  of  the  academy  to  expend  $600,000  on 
buildings,  but  at  present  it  is  able  to  spend 
only  $120,000,  which  will  go  into  a  unit 
building,   with   provisions   for   wing   additions. 


In  an  application  filed  in  the  superior 
court  by  Louise  Maccord,  asking  letters  of 
administration  to  the  estate  of  Henry  Wort, 
who  died  here  thirty-five  years  ago,  a  question 
has  been  raised  as  to  the  rights  of  the  various 
cemetery  associations  owning  ground  within 
the  city  limits  to  sell  their  properties,  as  both 
the  Masonic  and  Odd  Fellows'  associations 
have  advertised  to  do.  Wort  was  buried  in 
the  Masonic  Cemetery,  The  petition  is  be- 
lieved to  be  the  forerunner  of  thousands  of 
others  of  a  similar  character,  each  plaintiff 
claiming  title  to  the  plots  in  the  cemeteries 
in  which  relatives  were  buried.  Some  years 
ago  the  board  of  supervisors  passed  an  ordi- 
nance forbidding  further  burials  within  the 
municipal  limits.  The  cemetery  associations 
prepared  to  sell  the  land  as  soon  as  the  bodies 
could  be  removed.  The  presumption  has  been 
that  the  plots  were  leased  for  burial  purposes 
only  and  that  the  associations  owned  the  land. 
The  bodies  of  the  Wort  family,  under  the  or- 
dinance, must  be  removed  to  another  place  of 
burial  beyond  the  city  limits,  and  the  pur- 
pose of  the  petition  is  to  enable  the  petitioner 
to  sell  the  ground  in  the  burial  plots  to  pay 
the  expense  of  the  removal. 

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The  Emilie  Frances  Bauer  Lectures. 

The  first  of  a  series  of  three  lectures  to  be 
given  at  Century  Club  Ha'l,  at  the  corner  or 
Sutter  and  Franklin  Streets,  by  the  literary, 
dramatic,  and  musical  critic.  Miss  Emilie 
Frances  Bauer,  will  be  given  next  Tuesday 
afternoon,  September  17,  at  3:20,  the  subject 
being  "The  Psychology  of  Richard  Strauss 
and  His  Works."  On  Thursday  afternoon, 
September  19,  Miss  Bauer  has  chosen  for  her 
subject,  "The  Psychological  Phase  of  Modern 
Home  Life  and  Culture,"  and  for  her  fare- 
well address,  on  Tuesday  afternoon,  Septem- 
ber 24,  she  will  discuss  "Opera  Writers 
Since  Wagner." 

A  briiliant  writer  and  speaker,  Miss  Bauer 
will  please  and  entertain  the  large  numbers 
who  have  already  evinced  their  interest  in 
this  series  of  most  interesting  subjects. 

Tickets  are  to  be  secured  at  Sherman,  Clay 
&  Co.'s  and  Kohler  &  Chase's,  and  at  Century 
Club  Hall  on  the  day  of  the  lectures. 


McNab  Democrats  to  Control  County  Convention. 
One  of  the  striking  results  of  the  primaries 
last  week  was  the  drubbing  administered  by 
the.  Democrats  in  the  city  to  Theodore  Bell, 
chairman  of  the  executive  committee  of  the 
Wilson-Marshall  League,  against  whose  fac- 
tion of  local  Democracy  Gavin  McNab  led  his 
faction  in  a  bitter  fight  from  the  very  be- 
ginning of  the  primary  campaign.  Two  dis- 
tricts, with  two  delegates  from  another  dis- 
trict thrown  in,  are  all  that  the  Bell  followers 
carried  in  the  vote  for  delegates  to  the  County 
Democratic  Convention.  The  McNab  faction, 
styling  themselves  the  "regular"  Democrats 
in  the  county,  in  contradistinction  to  the  fol- 
lowers of  Bell,  carried  eleven  of  the  thirteen 
assembly  districts,  rolling  up  a  unanimous 
delegation  in  all  but  one  of  the  eleven.  The 
two  districts  which  returned  Bell  delegates 
were  the  Thirtieth  and  Thirty-Third.  In  the 
Twenty-Seventh  Bell  followers  succeeded  in 
electing  two  of  their  candidates.  As  a  result 
the  McNab  faction  will  control  more  than 
110  of  the  130  delegates  to  the  county  con- 
vention. 


Mme.  Gadski  will  give  hut  one  public  con- 
cert in  this  city  on  her  present  tour,  the  date 
being  Sunday  afternoon,  October  27,  and  the 
place  the  Columbia  Theatre.  Manager  Green- 
baum's  only  fear  is  that  hundreds  will  be  dis- 
appointed, as  the  capacity  of  the  house  is  but 
1600  and  Gadski's  admirers  are  legion.  Early 
mail  orders  will  save  a  lot  of  disappointments. 


They  Are  Delicious — Home-Made  Specials. 
A  pleasing  variety  of  taffy  candies,  fudges, 
caramels,  and  cream  candies.  50c  per  pound. 
Packed  only  in  l/i3  1  and  2-lb.  boxes.  Geo. 
Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


This  Is  the  Can 

That  contains  IMPERIAL 
Cocoa,  the  perfected  prod- 
uct of  the  finest  selected 
cocoa  beans.  It  is  made  by 
a  special  process,  under  ideal 
conditions,  and  the  result  is 
a  delicious,  healthfu 
building  article,  he' 
any  other  you  have  t 

Imperial  Cocoa  Merits: 

Thorough  digestibility— can  be  as- 
similated by  the  weakest  stomach. 

Possesses  all  the  nutritive  qualities 
of  the  cocoa  bean. 

It  is  economical — being  of  superior 
strength,  at  a  moderate  price,  it  is 
cheaper,  as  it  goes  farther. 

Most   easily  and  quickly   prepared. 

Unexcelled  for  flavor   and    aroma. 

Ask  for  Imperial.       Take  no  other. 


Theatre  Francais  de  San  Francisco. 

San  Francisco  now  has  an  addition  to  its 
distinctively  individual  attractions.  M.  Andre 
Ferrier,  who  first  came  here  as  one  of 
M.  Grazi's  Parisian  troupe  of  opera  sing- 
ers, in  connection  with  a  newly  formed 
school  of  dramatic  and  musical  art,  has  or- 
ganized a  company  of  competent  French 
players  under  the  name  of  Theatre  Francais 
de  San  Francisco,  which  is  giving  dramatic 
performances,  interspersed  with  fine  music, 
once  a  month. 

M.  Ferrier,  who,  at  different  times,  has 
figured  at  the  Porte  St.  Martin,  the  Theatre 
Sarah  Bernhardt,  and  the  Odeon,  and  who 
sang  at  the  Opera  Comique,  is  the  manager 
and  leading  actor  and  singer,  and  Mile. 
Gustin,  a  first  prize  pupil  of  the  Conserva- 
toire de  Paris,  officiates  as  first  soprano,  and 
leading   lady   of  the   troupe. 

The  company  also  numbers  Mile.  Fames 
and  M.  Dolez  of  the  Renaissance  Theatre  of 
Paris,    and    some   admirable    character    actors. 

The  French  colony  has  turned  out  so  en- 
thusiastically to  support  the  enterprise  that  it 
advertises  itself,  and  among  the  assemblies 
in  this  Little  France  may  be  seen  interested 
American  students  of  the  French  language, 
or  an  occasional  group  of  boarding-school 
pupils  under  the  chaperonage  of  the  French 
instructors. 

For  the  plays  chosen,  some  of  them  mod- 
ern, and  some  classics,  are  of  unexception- 
able tone,  so  that  the  French  residents  go  en 
famiile,  and  youth  and  old  age  may  be  seen 
in  active  enjoyment  side  by  side. 

The  members  of  the  company  play  with 
that  Gallic  vivacity  and  temperamental  aban- 
don which,  on  the  stage,  offers  so  happy  a 
contrast  to  Anglo-Saxon  stiffness  and  reserve, 
and  there  are  occasional  well-polished  and 
well-declaimed  instances  of  the  monologue, 
still  dear  to  Gallic  taste,  in  pure,  unprovincial 
French. 

It  is  to  be  hoped  that  the  enterprise  may 
succeed,  if  only  to  strengthen,  during  this,  its 
reconstructive  and  utilitarian  epoch,  San 
Francisco's  claim  to  cosmopolitanism,  and  to 
add   another   distinctive   attraction. 


The  opening  events  of  the  Greenbaum  mu- 
sical season  will  be  the  two  concerts,  Sunday 
afternoons,  October  13  and  20,  of  Riccardo 
Martin,  tenor  of  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House,  in  conjunction  with  Rudolf  Ganz,  the 
piano  virtuoso  and  composer.  Miss  Lima 
O'Brien  will  be  the  accompanist  for  Mr.  Mar- 
tin. In  the  East  each  of  these  stars  gives  his 
own  recitals,  but  Manager  Greenbaum  is  to 
give  us  a  double  attraction  for  his  opening 
event.  It  is  interesting  to  learn  that  Martin, 
now  one  of  the  world's  foremost  tenors,  com- 
menced his  career  as  a  pianist  and  composer, 
while  Ganz,  who  ranks  among  the  world's 
great  pianists,  was  originally  a  violin  virtuoso. 


Haddon  Chambers  writes  Mr.  Frohman  that 
he  will  come  to  America  in  October  with  a 
play  which  he  believes  Miss  Ethel  Barry- 
more  would  do  well  in.  The  drama  which 
Henri  Bernstein  is  writing  for  Miss  Barry- 
more  will  not  be  completed  until  after  the 
Christmas   holidays. 


Maude  Adams's  tour  of  over  a  year  and 
a  half  in  J.  M.  Barrie  plays  will  begin  on 
October  7  in  Charlotte,  North  Carolina,  and 
continue  until  the  middle  of  the  following 
year,   ending  in  British   Columbia. 


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September   2 1  st. 

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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Hacel^Didn't  Marion  marry  the  druggist? 
.l/tfi — Xo.  She  followed  his  own  advice  and 
got  some  one  just  as  good. — Xe-c  York 
Globe. 

"Do  you  enjoy  riding  in  your  new  automo- 
bile, Mrs.  Comeup  ?"  "Oh,  immensely.  We've 
got  such  a  fine  chefanyear." — Baltimore 
American. 

"Do  you  dye  whiskers?"  "Yes,"  answered 
the  barber.  "Do  they  fool  anybody?"  "'Seem 
to  fool  the  man  that  wears  'em." — Louisville 
Courier-Journal. 

Marjorie — But,  dear,  wouldn't  love  in  a  cot- 
tage be  rather  commonplace  ?  De  Garry — 
Well,  of  course,  we  could  call  the  shack  a 
bungalow. — Judge. 

Bacon — Did  you  ever  notice  how  slow  he 
moves?  Egbert — Yes.  he  inherits  that  trait. 
His  people  were  great  chess  players,  you 
know. — Yonkers  Statesman. 

Little  Girl  (reading  about  Cornelia) — 
Mother,  are  we  children  jewels?  Modern 
Mother — Xo,  darling.  If  you  were,  I'd  pawn 
you  all  and  go  abroad. — Judge. 

"Why  didn't  you  bow  to  that  woman  when 
she  went  by?  Yesterday  you  seemed  quite 
friendly  with  her."  "She's  my  milliner  and 
I  paid  her  bill  this  morning." — Fliegende 
Blatter. 

Marie — I  think  Cholly  is  a  delightful 
dancer;  he's  so  light  on  his  feet.  Lillian — 
When  you're  better  acquainted  you'll  dis- 
cover that  he  is  light  at  both  ends. — The 
Pathfinder. 

Gtbbs — Oh,  yes,  Jones  is  an  ass  and  all 
that,  but  you'll  never  hear  him  say  a  mean 
thing  about  his  wife.  Dibbs — I  don't  know. 
He  says  she  made  him  what  he  is. — Boston 
Transcript. 

Mrs.  Boston — Did  you  bring  any  light  fic- 
tion reading  with  you  this  summer  ?  Mrs. 
Manhattan — Xo  ;  it  wasn't  necessary.  You 
see,  I  get  a  letter  from  my  husband  every 
day. — Judge, 

"Mrs.  Codgers  is  dreadfully  afraid  of  em- 
bonpoint," remarked  Mrs.  Gadsley.  "Is  that 
so?"  chirped  Mrs.  Wopper.  "My  favorite 
awnt  had  it,  and  the  poor  thing  just  wasted 
away  !" — Birmingham  Age-Herald. 

"John  Milton  received  $25  for  'Paradise 
Lost," "  said  the  scornful  author.  "Well," 
replied  the  practical  publisher,  "he  was 
lucky  in  getting  the  work  out  when  the  mar- 
ket for  that  sort  of  thing  was  comparatively 
good." — Washington  Star. 

"My  dear,  that  fine  lot  of  fruit  sent  here 
was,  I  have  ascertained,  sent  as  a  bribe.  You 
must  return  it  to  the  senders."  "But,  my 
dear,  we  ate  it  up  at  our  reception  yester- 
day." "Xo  matter.  All  the  more  reason  it 
should   be  returned." — Baltimore   American. 

Motorist  (to  victim) — What  is  your  name 
and  address?  Victim — John  Smith,  14  Bean 
Street.  Motorist — All  right,  Smith.  Can't 
stop  now,  but  tomorrow  I  will  call  at  your 
house  and  try  and  convince  you  that  you 
should  carry  an  accident  policy  in  the  com- 
pany I  represent. — Puck. 

"What  are  you  puzzling  about?"  "I'm 
writing  a  sketch  for  vaudeville  on  the  cur- 
rent political  situation."  "Well,  you  ought 
to  have  plenty  of  good  stuff  to  put  in."  "That 
isn't  what  puzzles  me.  I've  got  so  much 
good  stuff  I  don't  know  what  to  leave  out." 
— Louisville   Courier- Journal. 

Mater  (at  the  Alpine  resort) — We're  back 
again,  count ;  we've  had  a  splendid  day ; 
we've  been  up  the  mountain,  you  know. 
Count — Ah,  you  English  mothers,  you  are  al- 
ways as  young  as  your  daughters.  Mater — 
You  flatter  me,  count;  it  was  only  my  girls 
who  climbed.  I  went  up  in  the  vernacular. — 
Punch. 

"Colonel  Brown  seems  to  be  very  literary." 
remarked  a  visitor  to  the  Brown  household 
to  the  negro  maid,  glancing  at  a  pile  of 
magazines  lying  on  the  floor.  "Yas,  ma'am," 
replied  the  ebony-faced  girl,  "yas,  ma'am,  he 
sholey  am  literary-  He  jes'  nat'ally  littahs 
things  all  ovah  dis  year  house." — Woman's 
Home  Companion. 

"I  suppose  you  are  proud  of  your  wife's 
literary  success?"  said  the  intimate  friend. 
"Yes."  replied  Mr.  Stubbs.  "Only  I  wish  she 
wouldn't  insist  on  making  the  hero  of  every 
novel  a  tall,  athletic  young  man.  with  wavy 
hair  and  piercing  blue  eyes.  Anybody  can 
see  that  I  am  short,  fat,  bald,  and  compelled 
to   wear  specs." — The   Pathfinder. 

Recovered  Patient — Please  tell  me  just 
what  was  done  at  the  hospital,  doctor. 
Famous  Surgeon — Well,  we  anaesthetized  you, 
removed  your  tonsils,  adenoids,  and  appen- 
dix,     attached      two      floating     kidneys,      and 

then Recovered  Patient — Good  heavens! 

Then !       Then      what  ?       Famous      Surgeon — 
Then  we  started  to  operate. — Life. 

"What  did  that  lady  sue  for?"  "She  sued 
for  $10,000."  "Did  she  win  ?"  "She  sure 
did."  "Huh!  I  suppose  her  lawyer  got  most 
of  it  ?"  "Her  lawyer  didn't  get  a  cent,  as  far 
as  I  am  ahle  to  find  out."  "Go  on !  If  he 
was  able  to  recover  that  big  verdict,  he  was 


smart  enough  to  get  his."  "Was  he  ?  Well, 
he  wasn't.  She  married  him!" — Cleveland 
Plain  Dealer. 

"My  uncle  only  left  me  $5000  !  Wonder  if 
I  could  break  the  will?"  "Sure  thing!  He 
must  have  been  crazy  to  leave  you  anything." 
— Boston  Post. 

"1  understand  your  boy  has  the  makings 
of  a  champion  pugilist."  "I  really  believe  he 
has.  He  positively  won't  fight  with  anybody 
he  isn't  sure  he  can  whip." — Washington 
Herald. 

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During  the  Civil  War  there  was  an  Irish- 
man of  the  Thirty-Sixth  Indiana,  who.  while 
on  the  skirmish  line  at  Dallas,  saw  a  good 
chance  to  capture  a  rebel.  He  availed  him- 
self of  the  opportunity,  captured  his  man,  and 
was  passing  to  the  rear  with  his  prisoner, 
when  one  of  his  comrades  called  out  to  him: 
"Pat,  let  me  have  that  man.  I  will  take  him 
over  to  General  Gross,  our  brigade  com- 
mander."' "Xiver  mind,  me  boy,"  replied  Pat. 
"I  left  a  million  back  over  the  hill  there.  Go 
yourself  and  fetch  one  of  the  lads  over  and 
take  him  to   General   Gross." 


A  masterpiece  of  censorship  was  once  per- 
formed by  the  Turkish  censor,  Xischan  Ef- 
fendi,  on  the  occasion  of  the  production  of 
Shakespeare's  "Othello"  at  Constantinople. 
He  "corrected"  the  drama  so  thoroughly 
as  to  leave  hardly  a  trace  of  the  original. 
Among  other  words,  he  expunged  "Cyprus," 
giving  ingenious  reasons  for  this  correction. 
"Cyprus,"  he  said,  "is  a  Turkish  island ;  it 
would  be  politically  unwise  to  send  Othello 
to  Cyprus,  because  the  territorial  integrity  of 
Turkey  is  guaranteed  by  treaties.  Why  not 
put,  instead  of  Cyprus,  some  Greek  island, 
such  as  Corfu?"  And  thus  it  came  to  pass 
that,  from  respect  to  the  Treaty  of  Paris, 
Othello  had  to  go  to  Corfu  ! 


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Most  soaps  clog 
the  skin  pores  by 
the  fats  and  free 
alkali  in  their  com- 
position. 

Pears'  is  quickly- 
rinsed  off,  leaves 
the  pores  open  and 
the    skin    soft    and 


cool. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  A  Showdown — A  San  Francisco  Enterprise 
— The  Campaign — The  Death  of  General  Nogi — Postal 
Favoritism — Mexico  and  Her  Troubles — The  Boy 
Criminal — Editorial    Notes     177-179 

THE   COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney   G.  P.   Coryn 180 

POLITICAL   COMMENT    ISO 

NEW    YORK'S    NEW    THEATRES:     "Flaneur"    Describes 

tie  Big  Group  of  Playhouses  Ready  and  Building 181 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over  the   World 181 

THE  TRUTH  BELATED:    A  Tragic  Story  of  Mexico.     By 

Charles     Fleming    Embree IS-! 

CHANGING   PARIS:     Oblivion    for    'Buses   and    Books.     By 

Henry    C.    Shelley 183 

OLD  FAVORITES:  "Damon  and  Pythias;  or,  True  Friend- 
ship,"   by  William    Peter 1S3 

THE  TRAGEDY  OF  THE  ELK:  Mr.  Dillon  Wallace 
Draws  a  Picture  of  Game  Conditions  in  the  Heart  of 
the     Hunting     Country 184 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. ..  185-186 

DRAMA:     "Officer  666."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps 187 

FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 187 

VANITY  FAIR:  Nothing  at  All  Is  Free— The  Reform  of 
Mr.  Bok — The  Monster  of  Paris  Fashion  Is  Strangled 
— Mrs.  Vanderbilt's  Laurels — A  Wealthy  Entertain- 
ment— Secrets  of  the  Serge  Suit — Between  the  Mill 
and  the  Man   Stands  the   Greedy    Retailer 1SS 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise          1S9 

THE  MERRY  MUSE 189 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             190 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   191 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Vale' Terra  Incognita,"  by  Richard 
Butler  Glaenzer;  "Ben  Jonson's  'New  Song'  at  the 
Mermaid  Tavern,"  by  Alfred  Noyes;  "The  Nobler 
Birth,"  by  Wiliiam  Addison  Houghton;  "Poppies  in 
the  Wheat,"  by  Edward  Wilbur  Mason 191 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 192 


A  Showdown. 
In  recognition  of  the  fact  that  the  public  has  a  right 
to  know  whence  come  the  funds  for  their  campaign, 
the  Democratic  National  Committee  have  made  public  a 
complete  list  of  contributions  up  to  date — that  is  up  to 
September  8,  when  the  statement  was  given  out.  The 
books  of  the  finance  department  on  the  date  named 
showed  contributions  aggregating  $175,000  in  round 
numbers.  There  were  three  contributions  of  $10,000 
each  by  Henry  Morganthau,  chairman  of  the  finance 
committee,  Henry  Goldman,  and  F.  C.  Penfield.  Among 
those  who  gave  $5000  each  were  Jacob  H.  Scruff, 
Cleveland  H.  Dodge,  and  Charles  R.  Crane,  all  of  whom 
contributed  heavily  to  the  Republican  campaign  in  190S. 
Another  contributor  of  $5000  is  Hugh  C.  Wallace  of 
Tacoma.  James  D.  Phelan  of  San  Francisco  is  down 
f;r  $2000,  and  William  J.  Bryan  is  on  the  list  for  S10JO. 
The  number  of  contributions  totals  12,000,  running 
down  to  petty  sums.  Acting  Chairman  McAdoo  said 
ii-.  making  this  announcement  that  additional  subscrip- 
tions   would    be   published    from   time   to   time.     "The 


American  people,"  he  said,  "will  never  elect  another 
President  without  knowing  the  sources  from  which  his 
financial  support  is  drawn.  In  the  past,  political  vic- 
tories have  been  won  by  concealment ;  in  the  future 
they  will  be  won  by  publicity." 

All  this  is  as  it  ought  to  be.  The  Democratic  com- 
mittee is  entitled  to  commendation  for  the  course  it  has 
taken.  And  if  we  are  not  mistaken,  the  high  court  of 
public  opinion  will  demand  from  both  the  Republicans 
and  the  Bull-Moose  party  authorities  a  similar  exposi- 
tion of  their  inside  affairs.  To  be  complete  these  state- 
ments should  include  the  pre-convention  expenses  of  all 
parties.  For  example,  the  public  is  entitled  to  know 
what  it  cost  Colonel  Roosevelt  to  make  his  campaign 
not  only  since  his  nomination  by  the  Bull-Moose  con- 
vention but  before  the  Republican  convention,  and  who 
supplied  the  money. 


A  San  Francisco  Enterprise. 

There  is  a  law  of  the  United  States,  now  of  several 
years'  standing,  which  provides  that  certain  classes  of 
American  ships  plying  in  foreign  trade  shall  have  a 
certain  specific  aid  from  the  national  treasury.  This 
law  was  enacted  in  part  compensation  of  the  disad- 
vantages attaching  to  international  marine  enterprise 
under  our  navigation  laws  and  in  respect  of  the  fact 
that  our  flag  had  practically  been  driven  from  the  high 
seas.  A  few  steamers — all  told  only  four  or  five — 
plying  between  American  and  foreign  ports,  have 
availed  themselves  of  this  aid,  and  have  thereby  been 
enabled  to  exist  though  not  exactly  to  prosper.  For  the 
most  part,  in  so  far  as  American  money  is  engaged  in 
the  international  carrying  trade  it  has  been  forced  to 
ally  itself  with  foreign  capital  and  to  find  license  and 
protection  under  foreign  flags. 

A  few  years  ago  the  Messrs.  John  D.  and  Adolph 
Spreckels  maintained  for  a  long  time  at  a  loss  a  line 
of  steamers  between  San  Francisco  and  Australia,  with 
Hawaii  as  an  intermediate  port  of  call.  The  steamers 
of  the  Spreckels  line  were  coal-burners,  very  costly  to 
operate,  and  under  the  pressure  of  continuing  losses 
they  were  finally  laid  oft.  The  enterprise  was  aban- 
doned by  reasons  understandable  by  even-body,  re- 
spected by  everybody. 

But  the  Messrs.  Spreckels  have  never  lost  interest  in 
the  enterprise  and  have  from  time  to  time  calculated 
the  cost  of  reviving  their  Australia-San  Francisco  line. 
Within  the  last  few  months  they  have  at  large  expense 
worked  over  their  ships  into  oil-burners,  thereby  hoping 
to  effect  a  large  saving  in  the  charge  for  fuel ;  and  with 
this  saving  and  the  government  aid  above  described — 
amounting  to  approximately  $15,000  for  the  round  trip 
of  each  ship — they  have  restored  their  line  in  the  hope 
at  least  of  making  it  come  out  even. 

It  would  be  reasonable  to  suppose  that  this  renewal 
of  an  old  venture  of  such  tremendous  importance  to 
California  and  the  United  States  would  command  the 
interested  approval  of  every  citizen  and  every  news- 
paper of  San  Francisco  at  least.  It  would  be  unrea- 
sonable to  suppose  that  any  San  Francisco  newspaper 
through  personal,  jealous,  or  other  motives  should 
condemn  and  seek  to  discourage  it.  Yet  we  find  the 
Bulletin — the  unspeakable  Bulletin — caterwauling  in 
furious  rage.  The  Messrs.  Spreckels  are  represented 
as  filching  from  the  government  an  improper  and  un- 
earned bounty.  The  impression  is  sought  to  be  made 
that  the  aid  due  their  enterprise  under  the  law  and 
freely  available  to  any  and  all  comers  is  a  special  and 
illegitimate  graft.  All  this,  if  we  may  presume  to 
judge  of  motives,  because  Mr.  J.  D.  Spreckels  is  the 
owner  of  a  newspaper  which  in  a  sense  competes  with 
the  Bulletin  for  business,  and  which  quite  naturally  sus- 
t-.i'n;  a  policy  in  political  and  other  matters  opposed  to 
the  p  iicy  of  the  Bulletin. 

The  facts  of  this  ca<e  speak  f  r  themselves.  There 
is  no  need  to  multiply  phrases  concerning  them.  But. 
let  us  ask,  how  long  is  San  Francisco  lo  suffer  in  her 
broad   interests   through   the   vagaries  of  a   newspaper 


Whose  horizon  is  bounded  by  ignorance,  suspicion,  and 
spite?  What  ought  to  be  the  answer  of  San  Francisco 
— we  put  this  question  to  newspaper  subscribers  and 
advertisers — to  a  journal  which  approves  of  nothing 
which  in  its  low  calculations  counts  a  pennyweight 
against  its  interest,  its  prejudice,  its  malevolence? 


The  Campaign. 

We  have  amazing  accounts,  not  only  through  the 
newspapers,  but  from  private  sources,  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
conduct  during  the  single  day  he  spent  at  Portland  last 
week.  Nothing  appears  to  have  pleased  him;  on  the 
contrary  every  leading  incident  of  the  day  aroused  his 
spleen.  He  was  arbitrary  and  offensive  towards  the 
committee  which  had  arranged  for  his  entertainment, 
and  openly  insulting  to  Dr.  Coe,  official  head  of  Mr 
Roosevelt's  own  party  in  the  State  of  Oregon.  The 
loss  of  a  book,  probably  by  the  thieving  act  of  some 
eager  admirer,  was  the  occasion  for  an  outburst  of  rage 
against  the  proprietor  of  his  hotel,  which  did  not  cease 
until  it  had  aired  itself  before  an  amused  crowd  in  the 
public  street.  Mr.  Roosevelt  refused  absolutely  to  visit 
the  parks  where,  guided  by  a  programme  officially  an- 
nounced, hundreds  were  waiting  to  receive  him;  and 
although  he  did  appear  at  a  public  hall  where  he  was 
advertised  to  make  a  set  speech,  it  was  twenty-five 
minutes  in  advance  of  the  schedule,  and  after  a  few 
perfunctory  remarks  he  left  before  the  appointed  time 
for  the  meeting.  He  "cut  out"  a  dinner  engagement 
without  a  word  of  apology  and  declined  even  to  raise 
his  eyes  from  the  book  he  was  reading  in  response  to 
greetings  as  his  train  pulled  out  at  the  end  of  this  futile 
and  disappointing  day.  "Drive  me  out  where  I  can  get 
some  air"  was  his  angry  order  when  he  found  himself 
drawn  into  the  line  of  a  procession  arranged  in  his 
honor. 

It  goes  without  saying  that  the  chagrin  of  those  who 
had  a  personal  part  in  the  events  of  the  day  was  ex- 
treme. Dr.  Coe,  the  chairman  of  the  Bull  Moose  com- 
mittee, upon  whom  the  brunt  of  repeated  incivilities  fell, 
could  only  say  that  he  did  not  understand  it.  But  there 
were  others,  according  to  private  advices,  who  did  un- 
derstand it  perfectly.  Mr.  Roosevelt  had  expected  a 
great  ovation.  Portland,  he  thought,  would  turn  her- 
self inside  out  with  enthusiasm.  It  was  because  the 
greeting  was  not  what  he  thought  it  should  have  been 
at  the  points  of  numbers  and  noise  that  he  lost  his 
temper  and  forgot  his  manners — that  he  sulked  like  a 
spoiled  boy,  flew  into  a  rage  over  a  trivial  incident,  and 
affronted  a  whole  community. 

There  is  another  explanation.  It  is  that  Mr.  Roose- 
velt is  what  Dr.  Allen  McLane  Hamilton,  the  famous 
alienist,  declares  him  to  be,  a  pronounced  paranoiac — 
that  is,  one  in  whom  vanity,  love  of  applause,  and  an 
exaggerated  estimate  of  his  own  virtue  and  power  have 
destroyed  normal  sensibilities.  In  other  words,  Mr. 
Roosevelt  is  a  man  mentally  unpoised  and  in  a  measure 
irresponsible.  Pitiful  truly,  but  withal  the  kindest 
judgment  that  can  be  passed  upon  one  whose  excesses 
of  vanity,  anger,  and  self-esteem  pass  the  limit  of  all 
normal  bounds  and  standards.  And  this  poor  creature, 
who  lacks  the  power  to  regulate  his  own  conduct  in 
small  things,  who  so  easily  loses  the  fundamental 
virtue  of  civil  self-control,  aspires  to  the  presidency 
of  the  United  States ! 


In  much  gentler  mood  Mr.  Roosevelt  arrived  in  San 
Francisco  Saturday  night.  And  if  his  brief  visit  here 
did  not  succeed  in  creating  any  new  record  of  popular 
enthusiasm,  it  did  not  violate  any  of  the  ordinary  pro- 
prieties. The  speech  at  the  Coliseum  was  mild  to  the 
point  of  tameness.  rising  only  in  the  statement  "I  took 
the  1-thnnis"  to  the  level  of 

imed.     From  first  t"  last  it 
was    an    appeal    f  with   a   studied   attemj 

avoid  anything  calculated  to  amuse  antagonism.     Si 
tered  through  the  loir,'  address 
unctuous  phrases — "civic  righteousness. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  21,  1912. 


people,''  etc..  with  the  customary  attempts  to  identify 
"my  policies"  with  the  aspirations,  the  achievements, 
and  the  character  of  Abraham  Lincoln.  Evidently  Mr. 
Roosevelt  had  been  convinced  that  Dr.  Wilson  was  the 
main  dragon  in  his  path  in  California,  for  the  major 
part  of  his  address  was  given  over  to  an  arraignment 
of  the  Democratic  platform  and  Wilson's  character. 
The  speech  was  not  impressive  from  any  standpoint. 
It  was  notable  only  as  showing  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  can 
be  mild-mannered  when  he  is  in  the  mood  for  it.  Prob- 
ablv  he  was  suffering  from  nervous  reaction  after  his 
painful  day  at  Portland  or  seeking  to  overcome  by  a 
bland  civility  the  effects  of  his  repeated  outbursts  in  the 
northern  city. 

What  we  have  seen  during  Mr.  Roosevelt's  tour  on 
the  Pacific  Coast  quite  painfully  illustrates  the  de- 
cadence of  the  man  in  both  his  private  and  public  char- 
acter. He  stands  now  on  the  level  of  a  mere  poli- 
tician, passing  hurriedly  from  one  community  to  an- 
other, appealing,  explaining,  begging  for  favor.  He 
stands  where  Bryan  stood  years  ago,  an  itinerant  spell- 
binder, with  this  exception,  that  whereas  Bryan  was  on 
the  up-grade,  he  is  coming  down.  Many  who  have  been 
profoundly  attached  to  him  in  times  past  find  them- 
selves grieved  at  his  shifts  and  evasions ;  even  those  who 
have  disliked  and  distrusted  him  feel  pity  for  his  de- 
scent from  a  high  estate  and  for  his  loss  of  those  simple 
virtues  which  should  have  dignified  and  honored  his 
position  as  an  ex-President. 


About  the  only  concrete  illustration  of  public  senti- 
ment respecting  the  outcome  of  the  presidential  cam- 
paign are  reports  from  the  betting  centres  in  Xew  York 
and  Chicago.  If  we  could  assume,  as  many  do,  that  the 
gambling  fraternity  has  an  especially  keen  insight  into 
the  futurities  of  politics,  we  should  already  see  Dr. 
Wilson  in  the  presidential  chair,  for  the  betting  odds 
are  heavily  in  his  favor.  The  theory,  no  doubt,  is  that 
Roosevelt's  candidacy  will  overcome  the  normal  Re- 
publican majorities  in  many  states,  leaving  the  election 
to  the  Democratic  nominee.  Man}'  hold  this  view,  and 
not  without  the  support  of  obvious  and  reasonable  con- 
siderations. But  there  are  involved  in  this  campaign 
potentialities  of  very  great  import,  and  the  public  has 
yet  the  better  part  of  two  months  to  ponder  them. 
Even  the  most  light-minded  must  see  that  the  success 
of  Dr.  Wilson  would  involve  the  country  in  a  chaos  of 
radicalism  to  the  universal  unsettling  of  conditions  and 
the  confusion  of  business.  The  election  of  Mr.  Taft, 
on  the  other  hand,  would  be  an  assurance  of  stability 
and  a  help  to  business.  This  consideration  is  not  likely 
to  be  lost  upon  a  country  so  devoted  as  our  own  to 
the  materialities  of  life  and  so  heedful  to  the  prompt- 
ings of  individual  hopes  for  prosperity.  It  is  too  soon 
for  prophecy,  since  forty  days  may  exhibit  quite  a  new 
contrition  of  things.  

There  are  many  indications  of  rising  spirit  on  the 
part  of  Republicans  of  California  with  respect  to  the 
scheme  of  the  Bull-Moosers  to  take  over  the  Repub- 
lican organization  body  and  breeches.  The  public  mind 
has  been  slow  to  understand  the  practical  seriousness 
of  this  plan.  Realizing  its  moral  enormity,  many,  per- 
haps most,  regular  party  men  have  felt  either  that  it 
would  not  be  urged  or  that  it  could  not  succeed.  But 
it  is  now  borne  in  even  upon  the  most  unwilling  com- 
prehension that  the  Roosevelt  managers  in  California 
intend  nothing  less  than  bare-faced  theft  of  the  Re- 
publican organization,  state  and  county.  And  what  is 
more,  they  go  about  this  dishonest  and  shameless  busi- 
ness with  the  advantage  of  actual  possession  of  the 
party  machinery  and  with  high  prospects  of  success  in 
turning  it  to  their  own  uses.  The  protest  of  Senator 
Works,  one  of  their  own  leaders,  has  been  rejected  and 
defied ;  even  the  public  declarations  of  their  foremost 
organization  leader,  Mr.  Lissner,  have  been  disregarded. 
They  are  going  to  do  it  if  they  can,  without  regard  to 
the  moral  aspects  of  the  matter,  without  consideration 
for  political  or  personal  decency.  The  game  was 
begun  in  the  state  at  large  in  the  late  primary  election, 
and  it  is  now  being  played  in  detail  in  the  several 
counties.  Avowed  Bull-Moosers,  although  they  have 
publicly  cast  off  allegiance  to  the  Republican  party  and 
rejei-,  ididate,  still  claim  membership  and  au- 

thority in  Republican  conventions,  and  in  many  cases — 
quite  naturally  under  all  the  circumstances — they  make 
a  majority.  There  is.  of  course,  only  one  thing  for  the 
real  Republic  ins  to  do.  and  that  is  to  decline  associa- 
tion in  party  conventions  with  men  who  are  not  Repub- 
licans, even  though  this  policy  may  make  it  necessary 
:  <  they  are  accused  of  doing.  Republicans 
c   to   participate   in   a   convention   "packed" 


with  men  who  are  not  Republicans  are  not  bolters: 
they  are  men  who  decline  to  associate  with  bolters, 
men  who  decline  to  have  part  with  political  thieves. 
And  in  the  end  their  consistency  and  regularity  must 
command  legal  as  well  as  moral  respect.  In  one  sense 
it  is  not  to  be  regretted  that  the  Bull-Moosers  have 
pursued  a  dishonest  purpose  by  arbitrary  and  gross 
methods.  The  fact  is  an  emphatic  and  quite  sufficient 
demonstration  of  the  hypocrisy  of  the  whole  Bull-Moose 
scheme.  And  it  is  an  emphatic  and  sufficient  notifica- 
tion to  real  Republicans  that  they  are  face  to  face  with 
forces  lost  to  ordinary  standards  of  honor — forces 
impossible  to  regard  respectfully.  The  fact  gives 
notice  to  California  and  to  the  country  that  direct  or 
complaisant  support  to  the  Roosevelt  movement  is  a 
contribution  to  powers  in  politics  revolutionary  and 
dangerous.  , 

The  Death  of  General  Nogi. 

The  suicide  of  General  Xogi  and  of  his  wife  will,  of 
course,  be  the  signal  for  the  usual  disparaging  com- 
ment upon  the  things  Oriental  that  happen  to  be  dif- 
ferent from  the  things  Occidental.  The  philosophic  few 
may  content  themselves  with  the  reminder  that  "East  is 
East,  and  West  is  West,  and  never  the  two  shall  meet," 
and  so  withdraw  from  a  problem  that  carries  the  mind 
of  the  white  man  beyond  its  depth.  But  the  many  will 
know  no  such  restraint.  We  shall  be  told  from  a  hun- 
dred pulpits  that  this  double  tragedy  illustrates  the 
hopeless  fatalism  of  the  East,  a  mental  vice  from  which 
our  own  exalted  faith  has  saved  us.  And  the  smug 
and  popular  mind  will  respond  with  a  spasm  of  thanks- 
giving because,  like  the  Pharisee,  we  are  not  as  other 
men. 

And  yet  our  incapacity  to  understand  the  grim  and 
inexorable  sentiment  that  has  thus  closed  the  career  of 
one  of  the  greatest  soldiers  of  the  day  need  not  blind 
us  to  a  certain  element  of  sublimity  and  of  grandeur  in 
General  Xogi's  death.  We  may  be  rigid  in  our  con- 
demnation of  suicide  and  yet  admit  that  in  such  a  case 
it  may  be  the  defect  of  a  virtue,  a  terrible  extravagance 
of  loyalty  and  devotion.  We  are  told  that  General 
Xogi's  suicide  is  applauded  by  the  army,  that  the  gen- 
eral sentiment  is  one  of  awe-struck  admiration.  Act- 
ing under  the  strict  letter  of  Samurai  tradition,  he 
could  no  longer  live  after  his  sovereign  had  died.  If 
those  statements  are  true  we  can  hardly  wonder  at  a 
national  solidarity  that  has  already  done  so  much  for 
Japan  and  that  can  easily  create  a  future  even  greater 
than  the  past. 

General  Xogi's  whole  career  was  consistent  with  the 
tradition  that  urged  him  to  finish  it  by  his  own  hand. 
As  a  Samurai  he  had  learned  that  the  performance  of 
duty  was  the  sole  aim  of  life  and  its  only  worthy  ambi- 
tion. It  is  evident  that  duty  may  be  misinterpreted,  but 
duty  as  a  dominating  force  is  not  so  common  that  we 
can  afford  to  slight  it.  Xogi  worshiped  duty  as  lesser 
men  worship  gold  or  fame  or  power,  and  his  loyalty  to 
duty  was  none  the  less  magnificent  because  it  misguided 
him  in  the  end.  His  whole  career  shows  that  he  did 
indeed  worship  duty,  for  no  lesser  phrase  is  adequate. 
He  was  in  command  of  the  army  that  took  Port  Arthur 
and  therefore  he  was  one  of  those  men  wisely  chosen 
to  perform  the  impossible.  From  beginning  to  end  of 
that  tremendous  struggle  there  was  no  word  or  deed 
of  Xogi's  that  was  inconsistent  with  nobility7  and  valor 
and  with  a  single-eyed  devotion  to  the  success  of  his 
mission.  His  two  sons  were  killed  before  his  eyes  and 
he  sternly  congratulated  his  wife  upon  the  splendor  of 
their  death  and  the  good  fortune  that  gave  such  an 
opportunity  for  sacrifice.  And  Xogi  was  by  no  means 
alone  among  the  Japanese  commanders.  The  world 
will  not  soon  forget  the  memorable  words  of  the  com- 
mander-in-chief, Oyama,  who  said  on  the  conclusion  of 
the  war  that  "Thanks  to  the  virtues  of  the  emperor  and 
the  courage  of  the  army  I  have  been  able  to  avoid  any 
signal  reverse."  We  may  smile  in  a  superior  way  at 
such  loyalty  to  an  hereditary  ruler,  and  yet  it  may  be 
that  Mutsuhito  was  regarded  less  as  a  man  than  as  the 
living  symbol  of  the  nation  and  that  he  received  the  de- 
votion elsewhere  given  to  an  ideal  or  to  a  flag.  But 
loyalty  and  devotion  under  any  guise  are  rare  enough 
to  be  honored,  and  peculiarly  so  when  they  take  the 
place  of  self-assertion  and  self-interest.  Certainly 
they  did  so  in  Japan.  Xot  one  word  of  vainglory  or 
of  boasting  has  been  recorded  from  the  lips  of  any 
Japanese  leader.  They  sank  back  into  private  life  as 
silently  as  they  issued  from  it.  For  them  the  "virtue 
of  the  emperor"  was  no  empty  or  conventional  formula. 
By  it  they  meant  the  spirit  of  the  nation,  using  them 
as  instruments  for  the  national  triumph.  It  is  easy  to 
speak  of  fanaticisms  and  of  superstition.     An  age  that 


believes  in  nothing,  except  in  the  things  that  are  not 
so,  is  apt  to  be  glib  in  the  disparagement  of  conviction 
and  of  faith,  but  there  are  few  nations  that  would  not 
be  the  stronger  and  the  better  for  some  of  the  fanati- 
cism and  the  superstition  that  produces  so  preeminently 
the  virtues  of  self-forgetfulness  and  self-sacrifice.  We 
may  deplore  an  exaggerated  sentiment  that  demands 
the  needless  sacrifice  of  such  lives  as  those  of  General 
Xogi  and  his  wife,  but  if  we  have  any  real  sense  of 
moral  values  we  shall  find  in  the  life  of  the  Japanese 
general  some  compensation  for  the  manner  of  his 
death.  t 

Postal  Favoritism. 

Americans  are  probably  the  only  people  in  the  world 
that  tolerate  the  sudden  imposition  of  whimsical  laws 
that  are  passed  without  warning  and  without  the  least 
reference  to  the  public  convenience.  Until  the  post- 
office  appropriation  bill  was  actually  passed  and  pub- 
lished no  one  had  the  slightest  idea  that  postal  facilities 
were  to  be  seriously  curtailed.  Our  postoffice  is  al- 
ready the  worst  in  civilization,  but  we  may  suppose 
that  at  the  eleventh  hour  there  was  an  intervention  by- 
some  ill-omened  combination  of  clergymen  and  old 
ladies  in  order  to  make  it  still  more  useless  and  still 
more  inept.  For  here  is  the  new  provision  with  which 
wTe  are  suddenly  confronted: 

Hereafter  postoffices  of  the  first  and  second  classes  shall  not 
be  open  on  Sundaj-s  for  the  purpose  of  delivering  mail  to  the 
general  public,  but  this  provision  shall  not  prevent  the  prompt 
deliver}"  of  special  delivery  mail. 

Xow  whether  this  ukase  is  a  belated  attempt  at  piety 
or  a  concession  to  some  sickly  humanitarian  sentiment 
it  is  none  the  less  an  outrage  upon  the  public  and  an 
outrage  for  which  some  one  ought  to  smart.  And  it  is 
made  ten  times  worse  by  the  well-meaning  effort  of  the 
Postmaster-General  to  mitigate  the  annoyance  and  to 
substitute  an  administrative  interpretation  for  a  pre- 
cise and  specific  act  of  Congress.  Surely  we  are  en- 
titled to  know  whether  we  are  governed  by  Congress 
or  by  the  Postmaster-General,  for  in  this  case  their 
"orders"  are  flatly  at  variance.     Mr.   Hitchcock  says: 

The  work  of  distributing  Sunday  mail  to  lock  boxes  will  be 
limited  to  certain  classes  of  mail  that  can  not  be  held  until 
Monday  morning  without  serious  inconvenience  to  the  ad- 
dressees. This  mail  will  include  that  for  newspapers  and 
hotel  guests. 

Xow  this  is  totally  different  from  the  act  itself,  but  no 
less  absurd.  Who  is  to  pronounce  as  to  the  "serious 
inconvenience"  or  to  determine  how  serious  the  incon- 
venience must  be  before  relief  can  be  obtained?  Why 
should  mail  be  delivered  to  hotel  guests  and  not  to 
guests  at  private  houses?  Why-  should  the  postoffice 
bestow  its  favors  upon  a  newspaper  and  its  annoy- 
ances upon  a  publisher  or  a  boarding-house  keeper? 
Why,  in  short,  should  it  divide  the  community  into  two 
classes,  creating  those  classes  by  certain  arbitrary-  dis- 
tinctions and  catering  to  one  of  them  while  it  harasses 
the  other?  Why  should  the  resident  be  deprived  of 
the  letter  that  may  be  vital  to  his  happiness  while  the 
transient  may  receive  his  picture  postcards  without  let 
or  hindrance  ?  There  are  a  hundred  other  such  ques- 
tions, but  they  are  not  needed  to  condemn  a  measure 
that  seems  to  have  been  passed  with  the  express  inten- 
tion to  annoy.  And  so  long  as  such  measures  as  this 
are  passed  without  reflection,  or  sense  of  responsi- 
bility, or  attention  to  the  public  convenience,  and  then 
amended  by  equally  irresponsible  executive  order,  we 
need  not  wonder  at  the  light  esteem  in  which  all  laws 
are  being  held.  t 

The  Boy  Criminal. 
There    will   be    no    disposition   to   contradict   Judge 
Gemmill  of  Chicago  when  he  says  that  "the  most  dan- 
gerous person  in  any  city  is  the  boy  between  the  ages 
of  fifteen   and   eighteen  years,"   and  that  the  average 
age  of  "hold-up  men"  is  seventeen  years.     Judge  Gem- 
mill  is  anxious  that  philanthropy  should  keep  an  eye 
on  the  boy  during  this  critical  period,  and  by  all  means 
let  philanthropy  do   what  it  can.     But  there  must  be 
causes  for  this  disquieting  state  of  things,  and  perhaps 
these  causes,  at  least  some  of  them,  are  not  far  to  seek. 
Undoubtedly  the  place  of  honor,  or  rather  of  dishonor, 
should  be   given   to   the   restriction   of  apprentices  by 
labor  unions.     The  boy  who  is  leaving  school  and  who 
is   looking  around   him   for  a   life  vocation   & 
every  avenue  into  the  industrial  trades  is  clo 
that  unless  he  is  particularly  lucky  or  particular: 
fluential  he  might  as  well  be  a  Chinaman  for  all 
opportunity  that  is  accorded  to  him  in  the  land  o: 
birth.     Unless    he   can    afford   a   professional   '. 
there  are  only  two  roads  open  to  him — he  may 


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an  unskilled  laborer  or  he  may  become  first  a  loafer 
and  then  a  criminal.  Perhaps  if  we  heard  a  little  less 
of  philanthropy  and  a  little  more  of  justice  we  should 
find  that  this  particular  problem  was  less  threatening. 

But  there  is  another  cause,  and  it  is  to  be  found  in 
our  school  system.  During  the  last  quarter  of  a  cen- 
tury the  state  has  been  steadily  encroaching  upon  the 
functions  of  the  home,  undertaking  all  those  duties  of 
discipline  and  of  civic  education  that  once  belonged  to 
the  parents.  Today  the  state  stands  in  loco  parentis 
as  it  never  did  before  and  it  attempts  to  perform  these 
parental  duties  through  the  instrumentality  of  young 
women.  At  the  critical  age  and  when  the  boy  needs 
the  firm  and  controlling  hand  of  a  man  the  only  dis- 
cipline he  ever  knows  is  that  of  a  woman,  and  this  very 
often  at  a  time  when  both  teacher  and  pupil  are  of  an 
age  to  be  sensible  of  mutual  attractions  that  can  hardly 
be  called  scholastic.  To  speak  of  discipline  under  such 
conditions  is  a  farce.  And  the  boy  without  discipline 
is  on  the  high  road  to  crime.  And,  perhaps,  less  blame 
to  him  than  to  our  systems  of  industry  on  the  one 
hand  and  of  education  on  the  other. 

The  problem  of  the  boy  criminal  will  not  be  settled 
until  we  have  the  courage  to  look  at  facts  even  though 
the  facts  compel  us  to  some  sort  of  drastic  action  or 
to  a  revision  of  some  of  the  ideas  that  experience  has 
shown  us  to  be  wrong  and  bad.  The  state  must  either 
surrender  its  paternal  educational  functions  or  it  must 
perform  them  in  a  virile  and  real  way.  And  the  state 
must  not  allow  the  rising  generation  to  be  debauched  by 
a  denial  of  elementary  human  rights  or  by  the  criminal 
tyranny  of  an  organization  that  is  filling  the  highway 
with  tramps  and  the  prisons  with  criminals. 


acquisition  of  Lower  California.  Beneath  and  behind 
all  the  immediate  causes  of  Mexican  unrest  lies  the 
fact  that  the  forces  of  human  expansion  are  pressing 
harder  and  harder  upon  all  undeveloped  territory  and 
there  are  no  titles  of  national  ownership  that  are  valid 
enough  to  resist  them.  The  common  needs  of  hu- 
manity can  not  be  denied  by  a  vague  proprietorship 
that  is  indifferent  alike  to  its  own  opportunities  and 
to  the  demands  of  the  world.  Lower  California,  for 
all  that  it  contributes  to  the  common  welfare,  might 
just  as  well  not  exist,  and  yet  in  competent  hands  its 
productive  capacity  would  be  almost  unlimited,  while 
its  acquisition  by  America  would  give  an  immense  im- 
petus to  the  development  of  the  lower  Imperial  Valley 
and  of  all  the  territories  adjacent  to  the  present  fron- 
tier. No  one  will  suggest  or  desire  the  adoption  of 
high-handed  measures  toward  Mexico,  but  there  is  no 
reason  why  the  acquirement  of  Lower  California  should 
not  become  a  goal  for  American  effort. 


Mexico  and  Her  Troubles. 

A  month  ago  we  were  assured  that  the  Mexican  revo- 
lution was  on  its  last  legs  and  that  we  were  about  to 
see  a  distracted  country  return  to  the  paths  of  a  peace- 
ful propriety.  Orozco  was  hopelessly  beaten  and  sur- 
rounded, Zapata  had  fled  to  the  hills,  and  the  country 
at  large  was  about  to  recognize  the  beneficent  wisdom 
of  Madero  and  to  render  to  him  the  obedience  always 
due  to  scholarship  and  patriotism.  Perhaps  the  wish 
was  the  father  to  the  thought.  Perhaps  the  purveyors 
of  news  were  lamentably  misinformed.  However  that 
may  be,  it  seems  evident  that  Mexico  is  now  worse 
off  than  ever.  Orozco  has  escaped  and  is  defiantly 
doing  all  kinds  of  mischief,  while  as  for  Zapata  he 
actually  threatens  to  attack  Mexico  City,  and  he  has 
the  reputation  of  keeping  his  word.  A  report  from 
the  capital  tells  us  that  half  the  population  of  the  city 
has  made  a  demonstration  before  the  halls  of  Congress 
demanding  the  deposition  of  Madero  and  the  recall  of 
Diaz.  Fortunately  the  crowd  Was  unarmed,  or  seemed 
to  be  so,  and  it  eventually  dispersed  without  violence, 
but  if  Madero  can  not  count  upon  Mexico  City  it  can 
hardly  be  said  that  he  has  a  secure  foothold  anywhere. 
It  would  be  foolish  to  predict  anything  of  a  country 
where  ignorance,  bigotry,  and  savagery  go  hand  in 
hand  as  in  Mexico.  Mobs  have  just  about  the  same 
psychology  as  wild  beasts  and  are  just  as  subject  to  ele- 
mental impulses.  But  one  thing,  at  least,  seems  cer- 
tain :  Madero  in  the  seat  of  Diaz  is  a  rank  failure. 
Economic  theories,  political  programmes  and  platforms, 
are  poor  equipment  for  a  revolutionary  leader.  Mexico 
needed  a  master  of  men  like  Diaz,  not  a  scholar  like 
Madero,  and  perhaps  Mexico  is  not  the  only  country 
where  progressive  formulas  are  allowed  to  pass  for 
the  good  coin  of  statesmanship  or  where  professions 
are  accepted  instead  of  character  and  capacity.  It  is 
the  chief  failing  of  the  day. 

We  may  still  hope  that  American  intervention  will 
not  be  necessary.  The  President,  alike  from  tempera- 
ment and  from  policy,  holds  war  in  abhorrence,  and 
he  is  not  in  the  least  likely  to  be  moved  by  mere  Jingo 
clamor  or  by  the  pressure  of  self-interest.  Moreover, 
he  knows  better  than  any  other  man  in  the  country 
the  exact  facts  of  the  case,  and  therefore  he  can  dis- 
criminate between  the  ruin  that  Mexico  is  inflicting 
upon  herself,  and  with  which  we  have  small  practical 
concern,  and  the  injury  that  she  may  cause  to  vital 
\merican  interests.  He  will  not  allow  himself  to  be 
irritated  by  small  provocations  and  he  will  know  how 
to  be  magnanimous  under  large  ones.  At  the  same 
time  there  is  a  reachable  limit  to  Mexican  turmoil  and 
we  may  congratulate  ourselves  that  the  President  is 
so  well  qualified  both  by  disposition  and  by  informa- 
tion either  to  wait  or  to  act. 

Whatever  disposition  Mexico  may  ultimately  bring 
upon  herself  there  is  no  reason  why  American  di- 
plomacy  should  not  direct   itself   toward   the   ultimate 


Editorial  Notes. 
Failure  on  the  part  of  the  Bull-Moosers  to  accept  in 
good  spirit  the  adjudications  of  "rule  of  the  people" 
when  they  chance  to  go  against  them  is  not  confined  to 
California.  In  Illinois  "rule  of  the  people,"  as  declared 
in  the  same  primary  election  which  gave  Mr.  Roose- 
velt the  state  delegation  to  the  Republican  Xational 
Convention,  chose  Governor  Deneen  as  the  party  can- 
didate for  the  governorship.  Governor  Deneen,  loyal 
to  the  principle  of  "rule  of  the  people,"  supported  Mr. 
Roosevelt  in  the  convention,  but  has  since  declined  to 
follow  him  into  the  third-party  movement.  It  was  at- 
tempted by  Mr.  Roosevelt  literally  to  whip  Governor 
Deneen  into  line.  He  told  him  with  a  brutal  arrogance 
that  if  he  would  not  support  the  third-term  movement 
and  put  his  whole  powers  behind  it  he  would  have  to 
meet  a  Bull-Moose  rival  in  his  own  campaign.  This 
threat  has  been  carried  into  effect.  In  spite  of  the  selec- 
tion of  Governor  Deneen  under  "rule  of  the  people,"  a 
Bull-Moose  candidate  has  been  named  for  governor  of 
Illinois,  not  with  any  hope  of  his  election,  but  as  a 
means  of  doing  up  Deneen.  Similarly  in  the  State  of 
Idaho  "rule  of  the  people,"  although  loudly  proclaimed 
as  the  fundamental  tenet  of  the  Bull-Moose  movement, 
is  rejected  in  practice.  The  Progressive  candidate  for 
governor  in  the  Idaho  primaries  was  Paul  A.  Clag- 
stone.  Mr.  Clagstone  was  beaten  hands  down.  But 
now  comes  the  Idaho  Bull-Moosers  urging  Mr.  Clag- 
stone for  the  governorship.  What  are  we  to  think 
of  a  party  which  sets  up  a  principle  as  the  corner- 
stone of  its  faith,  as  the  Genesis  and  source  of  its 
moral  claims,  only  to  push  it  aside  in  contempt  the 
moment  it  fails  to  sustain  the  hopes  of  ambitious  and 
remorseless  political  manipulators? 


Some  of  the  French  newspapers  are  exceedingly 
wroth  with  a  suggestion  said  to  emanate  from  the  Uni- 
versity of  California  to  the  effect  that  the  German 
emperor  is  a  suitable  candidate  for  the  Nobel  peace 
prize.  But  the  suggestion  seems  to  be  a  good  one. 
If  Mr.  Roosevelt  and  his  imperial  and  royal  brothers 
upon  the  other  thrones  over  in  Europe  may  present 
themselves  for  this  honor  why  should  William  II  be 
excluded?  Surely  it  is  better  to  talk  war  and  to  keep 
the  peace  as  the  German  emperor  has  done  than  to  talk 
peace  and  make  war  like  the  rest  of  them.  When  Wil- 
liam II  came  to  the  throne — a  long  time  ago  now — it 
was  confidently  predicted  that  he  would  set  the  world 
by  the  ears  and  that  a  short  and  strenuous  life  might 
be  expected  for  the  German  soldier.  But  as  a  matter 
of  fact  Germany  has  not  fired  a  shot  in  anger  from 
that  day  to  this  if  we  except  the  little  international 
picnic  in  China.  America,  England.  France,  Spain, 
Portugal,  Italy,  Turkey,  Russia,  Japan,  and  China  have 
all  had  their  little  military  difficulties  since  William  be- 
came emperor.  Even  our  own  Mr.  Roosevelt,  who 
has  actually  received  the  Nobel  prize,  admits  diffidently 
that  he  "took"  Panama  and  is  said  to  have  shot  a  flying 
Spaniard  in  the  back,  and  yet  he  w-as  still  eligible.  So 
why  not  the  German  emperor,  who  never  "took"  any- 
thing, shot  anybody,  nor  caused  anything  to  be  taken 
or  any  one  shot?  French  newspapers  should  learn  to 
look  facts  in  the  face.  The  peace  prize  might  en- 
courage the  emperor  to  persevere  in  well-doing  and  so 
France  would  profit  enormously. 


upon  for  support  of  the  Bull-Moose  movement  because 
there  is  an  equal-suffrage  plank  in  its  platform.  This 
statement  charges  that  Roosevelt  never  was  for  suf- 
frage until  he  discovered  thai  there  might  in  California 
and  elsewhere  be  some  votes  for  him  in  that  issue. 
They  score  Governor  Johnson  upon  his  refusal  to  say 
a  word  in  behalf  of  suffrage  when  in  Michigan  recently. 
The  statement  proceeds : 

The  equal  suffrage  amendment  to  the  constitution  is  sub- 
mitted to  the  voters  of  the  state  by  a  Republican  legislature, 
and  approved  by  a  Republican  governor.  The  Democratic 
candidate  for  governor  has  publicly  proclaimed  his  faith  in 
woman  suffrage.  The  American  system  of  government  is  com- 
mitted to  the  idea  of  political  freedom,  and  to  that  idea  Michi- 
gan women  will  ever  remain  true,  reserving  their  constitu- 
tional right  to  choose  whatever  party  they  believe  will  best 
carry  out  what  they  deem  to  be  for  the  public  welfare. 


The  sudden  conversion  of  the  chief  Bull  Moose  to 
the  doctrine  of  woman  suffrage  has  not  succeeded  in 
pulling  wool  over  all  the  suffragette  eyes.  The  suffra- 
gists of  Michigan  from  their  headquarters  at  Detroit 
have  issued  a  statement  that  they  must  not  be  counted 


At  a  recent  meeting  of  the  Progressive  State  Com- 
mittee of  Oregon,  the  following  resolution  was  unani- 
mously adopted: 

Resolved,  by  the  State  Central  Committee  of  the  Progres- 
sive party,  that  it  is  the  sense  of  this  committee  that  "Dan" 
KeKaher  should  resign  as  candidate  for  presidential  elector 
on  the  Republican  ticket. 

Now  Mr.  Kellaher  is  a  Progressive.  He  was  nomi- 
nated as  an  elector  on  the  Republican  ticket  in  the 
April  primary,  being  then  as  now  a  Roosevelt  man. 
Mr.  Kellaher's  wish  is  to  stay  on  the  Republican  ticket, 
but  his  associates  in  the  Progressive  party  feel  that 
if  he  should  do  so  it  would  morally  stultify  their  move- 
ment. As  the  matter  was  put  by  the  mover  of  the 
resolution : 

As  a  Republican  candidate  he  [Kellaher]  pledged  his  sup- 
port to  the  Republican  nominee  for  President.  That  nominee 
is  Taft.  The  position  of  Kellaher  is  one  that  can  not  be 
justified  to  men  with  brains  and  honor. 

We  commend  this  instance  to  the  notice  of  the  Cali- 
fornia Progressives,  who  thus  far  at  least  appear  ob- 
livious to  the  moral  aspects  of  their  plan  to  steal  the 
Republican  organization  and  name  in  this  state— blind 
to  the  fact  that  no  man  can  honorably  accept  a  place 
on  the  Republican  electoral  ticket  without  thereby 
pledging  himself  to  support  Taft  and  Sherman. 


The  committee  on  text-books  and  studies  in  the  public 
schools  of  New  York  City,  after  considering  for  several 
months  the  problem  of  the  school  curriculum  and  gath- 
ering the  opinions  of  leading  educators — superintend- 
ents, principals  of  high  and  elementary  schools,  super- 
visors of  special  branches  and  teachers— has  reached 
the  judgment  that  there  is  need  for  special  work  at  the 
end  of  the  sixth  year  to  fit  children  "for  some  definite 
practical  vocation  for  after  life."  In  other  words,  the 
conclusion  has  been  reached  by  experts  in  the  largest 
school  system  of  the  country  that  preparation  for  life 
is  an  essential  and  vital  consideration  in  our  scheme 
of  public  education.  No  explanation  is  offered,  but 
none  is  needed.  The  refusal  of  the  trade  unions  of 
the  country  to  allow  only  limited  numbers  of  bovs  and 
girls  to  learn  practical  trades  has  had  the  effect  of 
bringing  great  numbers  of  young  people  to  the 
threshold  of  working  life  without  the  equipment  neces- 
sary to  industrial. usefulness  and  to  self-support.  The 
United  States  is  the  only  country  in  the  world  which 
thus  shuts  the  door  of  independence  and  opportunity 
against  its  own  children. 


The  notion  that  the  Indian  race  is  "fading  out"  is  not 
supported  by  the  facts.  There  are  now.  according  to 
the  last  reports,  266,000  Indians  in  the  country  with 
30,000  in  special  and  reservation  schools  supported  bv 
the  government  at  an  annual  cost  of  $4,000,000.  Curi- 
ously enough,  the  Indians  of  the  United  States  have 
shared  disproportionately  with  the  whites  in  the  "un- 
earned increment,"  being  richer  upon  an  average  or  per 
capita  basis  than  the  white  race.  This  is  due  to  the 
growth  in  value  of  reservation  lands. 


Mr.  Roosevelt's  announcement  in  Montana  imme- 
diately upon  the  heels  of  the  Maine  election  that  the 
new  governor  "is  for  me"  is  not  sustained.  Speaking 
for  publication  at  Waterville,  .Maine,  on  the  11th  in- 
stant. Governor-elect  Haines  said:  "I  have  never  vet 
indicated  whether  I  shall  support  Mr.  Roosevelt  or 
Mr.  Taft  in  the  coming  contest.  I  have  had  the  sup- 
port of  both  factions  in  my  contest  for  the  governor- 
ship, and  I  feel  under  great  obligations  to  what  I  call 
both  wings  of  the  Republican  party.  I  shall  not  be 
able  to  take  any  part  in  the  November  contest  on  ac- 
count of  my  health.  I  shall  not  attempt  to  exert  any 
influence  for  one  faction  or  the  other,  I"' 
to  fight  it  out  without  me." 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  21,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


From  Germany  and  from  Italy  come  voices  of  protest 
against  the  voting  power  of  a  democracy.  Richard  Strauss, 
pleading  for  a  perpetual  copyright  in  "Parsifal,"  says  despair- 
ingly that  things  will  be  no  better  "so  long  as  the  voice  of 
Richard  Wagner  does  not  count  as  much  as  the  voice  of 
200,000  navvies  put  together."  Well,  that  sounds  plausible 
until  we  ask  ourselves  what  the  "voice"  is  talking  about. 
If  the  question  is  one  of  music  we  will  listen  to  Wagner  ex- 
clusively and  to  the  navvies  not  at  all.  But  if  the  question 
is  one  of  mechanics  we  may  have  to  admit  that  the  opinion 
of  one  engineer's  apprentice  is  worth  that  of  200,000  Wag- 
ners. Politics  is  now  wholly  a  question  of  class  interest  and 
class  acquisition.  The  voting  navvy  is  asked  to  do  no  more 
than  to  state  which  political  party  in  his  opinion  will  pay 
him  best,  and  perhaps  he  is  better  qualified  than  Wagner  to 
answer  such  a  question.  It  is  sad  that  public  spirit  and  a 
sense  of  political  duty  should  be  divorced  from  modern  poli- 
tics, but  it  is  a  fact,  and  therefore  the  franchise  has  become 
no  more  than  the  weapon  of  class  selfishness.  And  in  mat- 
ters of  selfishness  we   are  all  expert  authorities. 


The  second  protest  comes  from  Italy.  The  new  electoral 
law  places  the  illiterates  in  a  majority  of  the  voters,  and  so 
the  Ras&rgn-Nacional  asks  if  government  by  illiteracy  can  be 
good  for  the  country.  Now  illiteracy  is  one  form  of  political 
incompetence,  and  a  form  peculiar  to  Italy.  But  all  demo- 
cratic countries  are  actually  governed  by  their  incompetents, 
seeing  that  in  all  elections  the  deciding  vote  is  cast  by  that 
shifting  section  of  the  electorate  that  moves  from  one  party 
to  another,  or  from  inaction  to  action,  in  response  to  whims, 
prejudices,  ignorances,  and  bribes.  And  the  more  critical 
the  issue  the  larger  the  volume  and  the  more  decisive  the 
weight  of  this  fluctuating,  unreflecting,  and  morally  worth- 
less vote  that  is  drummed  and  whipped  to  the  polls  by  party 
enthusiasm.  So  Italy  need  not  worry  herself  over  much  at 
the  prospect  of  government  by  incompetence.  There  are 
others.  

Mr.  O.  F.  Lewis,  general  secretary  of  the  Prison  Associa- 
tion of  New  York,  has  something  to  say  about  Lombroso's 
theory  of  a  criminal  type.  Mr.  Lewis  has  examined  the  sus- 
pects in  the  Rosenthal  murder  case  and  he  fails  to  find  that 
they  are  physically  different  to  others  who  are  not  criminals. 
Their  heads  are  not  peculiarly  shaped,  nor  their  ears  pro- 
jecting, nor  their  jaws  prognathous,  nor  their  necks  thick, 
nor  their  foreheads  receding,  nor  their  cheek  bones  high. 
But  did  Lombroso  say  that  all  criminals  bore  these  stigmata, 
or  that  all  bearing  these  stigmata  were  criminals?  Because 
there  is  a  difference-  Moreover,  we  must  arrive  at  some 
clear  definition  of  the  criminal  before  we  can  assign  certain 
stigmata  to  him.  Crime,  as  we  understand  the  word,  is  a 
certain  kind  of  offense  against  morality  which  we  have  segre- 
gated and  classified  for  human  convenience.  To  betray  a 
woman  is  not  always  a  crime,  but  the  man  who  does  this 
may  be  a  far  worse  offender  against  the  moral  law  than  the 
burglar.  There  can  be  no  question  that  every  vice  and  every 
virtue  tend  to  leave  their  marks  upon  the  body,  but  to  read 
these  marks  is  another  matter.  Certainly  we  can  not  expect 
that  nature  will  take  cognizance  of  our  artificial  classifica- 
tions of  wrong-doing.  

Mr.  Calvin  Brown,  who  perhaps  knows  more  about  the 
amusement  business  than  any  man  living,  attributes  Mr.  Ham- 
merstein's  failure  in  London  to  his  assumption  that  the  kind 
of  advertising  that  is  good  in  one  country  is  equally  good  in 
another.  In  France,  for  example,  the  advertisement  must 
contain  no  more  than  the  barest  statement  of  fact.  To 
praise  one's  wares  is  to  decry  them.  The  English  public 
will  tolerate  a  certain  amount  of  self-praise,  but  it  must 
seem  neither  bombastic  nor  extravagant.  In  America  no 
claims  can  be  too  loud  nor  too  exaggerated.  Mr.  Hammer- 
stein's  basic  mistake  was  in  talking  too  loudly  of  what  he 
intended  to  do.  His  advertisements  conveyed  the  impression 
that  the  public  would  now  have  its  first  opportunity  to  see 
opera  as  it  should  be  seen  and  that  his  each  and  every  attrac- 
tion would  be  a  unique  experience  for  his  audiences.  Mr. 
Brown  believes  that  the  Hammerstein  programme  would  have 
been  thoroughly  successful  but  for  this  initial  mistake,  and 
he  makes  the  suggestion  that  American  managers  visiting 
England  would  do  well  to  obtain  advice  from  those  who  know 
the  natives.  

France  has  resolved  to  suppress  the  advertising  sign- 
board, or  at  least  to  make  it  a  heavy  financial  burden  to  its 
owner.  Henceforth  every  such  signboard  which  is  more 
than  a  certain  distance  from  groups  of  houses  will  pay  from 
fifty  to  four  hundred  francs  per  square  meter.  In  this  way 
France  proves  not  only  that  she  is  at  the  summit  of  civiliza- 
tion, but  that  she  has  the  tenderest  regard  for  human  rights 
and  liberties.  For  there  can  be  no  more  unquestionable  right 
than  that  of  the  individual  to  look  at  the  scenery  undeterred 
by  blatant  pictorial  announcements  of  soaps,  dress  shields, 
-or  underwear.  The  spectacle  of  scenery  is  public  property 
,  •  jpLT   erection   of   a   signboard  is   a   theft    of   that 


Irian  government  is  advertising  extensively  for  the 
<  nut  Palffy,  who  died  in  1852  having  on  deposit  a 
sum  of  money  in  the  treasury  of  the  civil  court  of  justice. 
If  such  heirs  can  be  found  they  are  warned  to  claim  pay- 
ment within  the  period  of  one  year,  six  weeks,  and  three 
days.  The  sum  in  question  is  one  heller — the  fifth  of  a 
cent.     Wonderful    are   the  ways  of  the  bureaucrat. 


habit   cf      ■  i 
en    public   ■ iatu>  cr>    year,   and    it    may    be 

said    that    its    heroi  lally    very    small    potai  ics.     The 

ony    is    always    an    e'aboratt     one    and    thi 
■     ■•'  if     ,    kind    that     would     make     Roi 

larrassment.     The  Journal  des  Debuts  now  says 


that  there  is  too  much  statue-making,  that  France  is  making 
herself  ridiculous,  and  that  no  one  deserves  a  -statue  merely 
because  he  has  written  a  patois  poem  on  the  belfry  or  left 
a  sum  of  money  to  mend  the  legs  of  the  other  statues. 
America,  by  the  way,  has  never  been  guilty  of  the  folly  of 
statue-making.  Even  the  busts  in  the  hall  of  Congress  at 
Washington  are  more  laughed  at  than  admired,  and  there  is  a 
general  and  eminently  wholesome  conviction  that  nature  is 
so  chary  of  her  real  heroes  that  two  or  three  statues  in  the 
course  of  a  century  are  amply  enough  to  commemorate  them 
all.  

The  Japanese  take  the  moving  picture  with  the  seriousness 
befitting  the  national  character.  They  enjoy  it  thoroughly, 
but  they  like  it  best  when  it  makes  them  sad.  The  favorite 
theme  is  the  allegorical  play  that  represents  the  warrior 
fighting  for  righteousness.  Next  in  popularity  comes  the 
pathetic  picture  of  the  "Where  is  my  boy  tonight"  variety, 
or  the  father  who  has  lost  his  fortune  but  who  will  educate 
his  favorite  son  at  any  sacrifice.  The  strictly  educational 
film  is  also  popular,  and  there  is  always  applause  for  good 
scenery.  But  the  love  story  is  never  represented  in  the 
Japanese  moving  picture.  It  would  be  an  outrage  to  modesty 
and  a  violation  of  decency,  and  therefore  intolerable.  Pic- 
tures derogatory  to  the  dignity  of  officials  and  of  policemen 
are  forbidden,  as  well  as  those  likely  to  instill  revolutionary 
ideas  into  the  minds  of  the  young.  China  also  is  a  great 
lover  of  the  cinematograph  and  willingly  accepts  a  wide  range 
of  subjects,  drawing  the  line  at  nothing  except  indecency. 
The  favorite  pictures  in  Turkey  are  those  of  American  cow- 
boys and  Indians  as  well  as  the  detective  dramas.  It  may  be 
remarked  that  although  the  Japanese  object  to  the  love  pic- 
tures in  their  own  country  they  are  willing  enough  to  see 
them  here.  Perhaps  they  would  explain  the  inconsistency 
upon  the  theory  that  evil  communications  corrupt  good 
manners.  . 

Now  that  the  "wearing  of  the  green"  is  no  longer  a  hang- 
ing matter  for  Irishmen  they  seem  inclined  to  discard  it 
altogether.  Sir  Edward  Burne-Jones  is  quoted  as  saying  that 
"Green  isn't  a  lucky  color  for  any  Celtic  creature  to  wear," 
while  it  is  remembered  that  Parnell  had  positive  superstitions 
against  it.  Indeed  he  was  inclined  to  believe  that  Ireland's 
bad  luck  was  due  to  her  adoption  of  green  as  the  national 
color  and  he  always  looked  forward  with  pleasure  to  being 
in  a  position  to  change  it.  And  yet  this  may  not  have  been 
wholly  a  superstition.  Color  is  now  a  recognized  curative 
force  in  medicine  and  it  is  conceivable  that  a  concentration 
of  national  sentiment  upon  a  particular  hue  might  have  its 
effect  upon  temperament.  But  between  the  color  and  the 
temperament  we  may  still  wonder  which  was  the  cause  and 
which  the  effect.  

Assuming  that  Americans  are  hated  both  in  Cuba  and  in 
Panama  an  ingenious  theorist  gives  us  the  reasons  why.  It 
is  because  Cubans  and  Panamanians  have  been  compulsively 
washed,  so  to  speak,  forcibly  deodorized,  coercively  fumi- 
gated and  disinfected.  They  may  be  willing  enough  to  admit 
the  virtues  of  cleanliness,  but  they  do  not  like  to  be  cleaned 
by  orders  of  the  police,  and  if  we  have  cultivated  the  ability 
to  put  ourselves  in  the  other  fellow's  place  we  may  admit 
that  there  is  something  in  the  idea.  How  should  we  like  it 
if  there  were  some  European  power  strong  enough  to  compel 
us  to  take  adequate  measures  against  typhoid  fever  and  rail- 
road accidents,  such  measures  as  are  used  successfully  in 
Europe  and  neglected  here.  We  are  ready  enough  to  admit 
our  shortcomings  in  these  directions,  but  we  should  feel  very 
badly  about  it  if  we  were  coerced.  Possibly  the  Panamanians 
and  the  Cubans  feel  somewhat  as  we  should  feel,  and  even 
more  so,  since  they  are  inclined  to  regard  dirt  as  one  of  the 
dispensations  of  Providence^  with  which  it  is  rather  impious 
to   interfere.  

When  General  Homer  Lea  wishes  to  say  something  par- 
ticularly striking  he  usually  succeeds  only  in  being  absurd. 
Interviewed  in  Los  Angeles,  he  is  represented  as  saying  that 
China  will  become  the  greatest  nation  in  the  world.  That 
may  or  may  not  be,  but  when  he  says  that  China  already  sur- 
passes Germany  in  military  knowledge  and  America  in  free- 
dom he  must  know  that  he  is  talking  arrant  nonsense  and 
putting  himself  out  of  court  as  a  witness.  Still  more  ridicu- 
lous is  it  to  say  that  "the  Chinese  women  have  already  gained 
equal  rights.  They  are  suffragettes."  Does  General  Lea 
know  how  •  many  Chinese  women  there  are  ?  Has  he  any 
idea  how  many  of  them  have  even  heard  of  the  suffrage  ? 
Does  he  believe  that  one  per  cent  have  heard  of  it? 


The  former  French  premier,  M.  Clemenceau,  ridicules  the 
idea  of  the  recall,  describing  it  as  "political  electrocution  at 
the    hands    of   the    demented    despots." 

Sidney  G.   P.  Coryn. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


For  twenty-eight  years  H.  W.  Head,  who  lives  on  his 
little  farm  in  Yorkshire,  England,  has  made  a  business 
of  breeding  butterflies,  and  he  now  has  a  wonderful 
collection  of  between  three  hundred  and  four  hundred 
varieties  of  British  and  foreign  butterflies  and  moths, 
and  a  set-up  stock  of  400,000  all  produced  on  his 
grounds.  He  was  the  first  to  breed  the  butterfly  in 
captivity,  and  today  he  owns  the  largest  butterfly  farm 
in  the  British  Isles.  He  is  an  able  and  keen  entomolo- 
gist and  his  successes  have  been  striking. 


As  an  inducement  for  its  clerks  to  take  their  vaca- 
tions in  the  winter  instead  of  during  the  usual  vacation 
in,  the   Imperial   Hank   of  Germany  is  offering  its 
ii  time  off  if  they  take  their  outings  between 
■in'  cr   1?  and   May   1.      The  bank  fin. Is  it  necessary 
i  i    emplo)     hundreds    of    extra    clerks    in    the    summer 
months   to  take  the  places  of  those   who  arc  on   vaea- 
and  t  elieves  that  it"  the  outings  are  spread  over 
the  whole  year  business  will  be  less  handicapped. 


Mr.  Roosevelt's  Statement. 
The  attempts  to  drag  the  Penrose  hearing  across  the  Arch- 
bold  trail  should  be  discouraged.  Mr.  Roosevelt  delighted  the 
Vermonters  with  his  terrific  assaults  upon  Penrose ;  he  would 
have  the  Pennsylvania  senator  expelled  from  the  Senate  for 
his  relation  to  the  Standard  Oil  Company.  Mr.  Hearst,  too, 
assails  Senator  Penrose  in  a  way  to  draw  attention  from  the 
Colonel  by  making  the  senator  the  chief  figure  in  the  contro- 
versy. Undoubtedly  Mr.  Penrose  has  done  many  wicked 
things.  Eut  he  is  not  the  issue,  he  is  not  running  for  office 
this  year. — New  York  Times. 


The  Patent-Medicine  Showman. 
Roosevelt  is  running  the  patent-medicine  sideshow  of 
American  politics.  He  has  every  fad  and  every  quack  remedy 
he  can  scrape  together,  in  his  platform.  I  do  not  believe 
Roosevelt  is  sincere  on  woman's  suffrage,  especially  as  he 
was  converted  to  the  suffrage  idea  only  two  months  ago. — 
Rabbi  Emil  G,  Hirsch  of  Chicago. 


A  Republican's  Reasons. 

I  can  not  vote  for  Roosevelt  because  his  election  would 
violate  the  unwritten,  but  now  practically  constitutional,  prin- 
ciple that  no  President  shall  have  more  than  two  terms  of 
office.  Washington  and  Jefferson  saw  the  danger  of  a  per- 
petuation of  executive  power  and  set  the  example  of  refusing 
to  accept  a  third  term.  True  to  this  principle,  the  country 
refused  a  third  term  to  its  idol,  General  "Grant.  Roosevelt 
committed  himself  to  this  principle  and  only  four  years  ago 
solemnly  declared  that  it  would  be  a  calamity  for  him  to 
serve  a  third  term. 

I  can  not  vote  for  him  because  in  this  respect  he  has  not 
kept  his  word,  but  has  broken  faith  with  the  people. 

I  can  not  vote  for  him  because  I  regard  his  treatment  of 
President  Taft  as  unfair,  selfish,  and  violative  of  the  obliga- 
tions of  their  mutual  relations. 

I  can  not  vote  for  him  because  I  believe  he  is  striking  at 
the  very  foundations  of  our  constitutional  government  by  his 
theory  of  the  recall  of  judicial  officers  by  popular  vote,  thus 
making  our  courts  subservient  to  popular  caprice ;  also  by 
his  attack  on  our  representative  systems  of  government  and 
legislation,  substituting  for  them  the  unrestrained  and  irre- 
sponsible  mob   rule   of   Athens. 

I  can  not  vote  for  Roosevelt  because  I  believe  that,  though 
he  may  in  his  exuberance  be  unconscious  of  it,  he  is  acting 
in  a  spirit  of  self-aggrandizement  and  is  using  his  great 
power  of  attracting  public  applause  only  to  secure  his  own 
return  to  political  power.  His  cry  against  bosses  is  wonder- 
fully funny,  in  view  of  the  fact  that  there  is  no  such  colossal 
boss  as  himself.  Everything  is  made  subservient  to  his  per- 
sonal dictation. 

He  preaches  effusively  the  commonplaces  of  good  morals 
and  virtuous  conduct,  but  there  is  not  an  item  among  them 
in  which  Taft  is  not  as  good,  if  not  a  better,  example.  Every- 
body who  thinks  a  moment  knows  that  if  Roosevelt  were 
elected  nothing  would  come  to  any  man  in  the  way  of  cheaper 
cost  of  living,  better  wages,  or  more  comforts  of  life. — John 
D.  Long,  ex-Secretary  of  the  Navy. 


Campaign  Funds. 
It  is  notorious  that  Mr.  Perkins  has  from  the  beginning 
been  the  "angel"  of  the  Roosevelt  company.  He  pronounces 
published  statements  that  $3,000,000  was  spent  in  accelerating 
the  popular  demand  for  Roosevelt  "preposterous,"  but  it  is 
certain  that  a  huge  sum  was  spent.  How  much  of  it  did  Mr. 
Perkins  supply?  And  how  much  has  Mr.  Munsey  spent? 
Mr.  Roosevelt  is  all  for  publicity.  Let  us  have  some  real 
publicity — publicity  not  confined  to  the  routine  of  central  office 
expenses,  equipment,  and  county  committees  since  the  formal 
organization  of  the  Progressive  party,  but  going  back  to  the 
preliminary  expenditures  in  drumming  up  Roosevelt  senti- 
ment, which  are  far  more  vital  as  an  exhibition  of  the  in- 
fluence of  money  in  politics.  What  was  spent  by  Mr.  Mc- 
Harg  and  others  in  fomenting  Southern  contests  at  the  Re- 
publican convention  for  "psychological  effect"  ?  How  much 
did  Mr.  Perkins  send  into  Vermont  and  Massachusetts,  Ohio 
and  Indiana  in  the  preliminary  campaign  ?  Those  are  perti- 
nent questions.  The  Progressives  want  publicity  in  primaries 
as  well  as  elections. — Neiv  York  Tribune. 


The  Man  as  He  Is. 
I  recall  now  a  curious  fact  about  this  man  that  seems  to 
be  both  appropriate  here  and  illuminating.  I  have  been  fol- 
lowing his  career  closely  for  twenty-six  years.  In  Washing- 
ton years  ago  and  in  New  York  later  he  was  long  in  official 
positions  where  my  work  as  a  newspaper  man  caused  me  to 
observe  him  with  diligence.  I  know  as  much  about  him  as 
about  any  man  that  has  been  in  public  life  in  my  time.  I 
know  of  him  many  stories  that  illustrate  his  measureless  am- 
bitions, his  arrogance,  cruelty,  savage  instincts,  love  of  brutal 
sports,  his  ill-manners,  his  love  of  power  and  ostentation,  his 
total  lack  of  consideration  for  others,  his  rudeness  to  the 
aged  and  the  weak.  But  I  have  never  heard  of  one  anec- 
dote about  him  that  told  of  an  act  of  kindness  or  charity  or 
generosity.  No  one  has  ever  told  me  of  an  instance  where 
he  tried  to  relieve  suffering  or  took  any  interest  in  misfor- 
tune or  tried  to  lighten  distress,  or  was  touched  with  any- 
body's sorrow,  or  showed  for  so  much  as  one  instant  one 
touch  of  kindly  emotion.  I  have  never  heard  of  his  exhibit- 
ing on  any  occasion  the  slightest  interest  in  the  welfare  of 
any  human  being  except  himself  and  I  don't  believe  any  other 
newspaper  man  has  ever  heard  of  such  an  instance. — Charles 
Edward  Russell  in  the  Coming  Nation. 


The  Colonel  in  Oreg;on. 

The  Colonel  lost  much  in  Portland  besides  his  book  and  his 
temper. — Portland    Oregonian. 


The  California  Steal. 

Few  Progressives  outside  of  California  will  be  inclined  to 
exult  openly  at  the  successful  misappropriation  in  that  state 
by  the  third  party  of  the  Republican  party's  emblem  and 
place  on  the  official  ballot.  Supporters  of  Roosevelt  and 
Johnson  have  captured  the  machinery  of  the  Republican  organ- 
ization and  will  use  it  to  put  in  the  Republican  column  candi- 
dates for  elector  who  will  not  support  the  Republican  nominees 
for  President  and  Vice-President.  Although  this  result  was 
accomplished  under  the  primary  law  of  the  state,  it  is  none 
the  less  pure  robbery.  It  deprives  the  regular  Republicans 
of  California  of  their  right  to  be  represented  as  Republicans 
on  the  official  ballot,  and  if  not  taken  cognizance  of  by  the 
courts  it  may  deprive  them  of  their  legal  status  as  a  party, 
leaving  them  without  the  power  to  put  in  the  field  a  recog- 
nized Republican  electoral  ticket.  No  one  who  professes  to 
in  the  square  deal  can  defend  so  g'aring  a  piece  of 
political  burglary.  The  Progressive  party  managers  may  be 
willing  to  profit  by  it.  but  they  will  hardly  attempt  to  justify 
it.  How  can  tlv  y  do  so,  in  view  of  their  pretension  that 
they  are  organizing  a  separate  national  party,  having  no  en- 
tanglements with  any  other  national  party?  If  they  were 
sincere  they  wou'.d  be  the  first  to  insist  that  their  electoral 
ticket  should  be  distinct  and  separate  from  both  the  Repub- 
lican and  Democratic  tickets. — New  York  Tribune. 


September  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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NEW  YORK'S  NEW  THEATRES. 


Seven  Modern  Playhouses  Erected  for  the  Fall  Season  and 
Two  More  to  Be  Ready  Early  Next  Year. 


It  seems  only  a  little  while  since  we  were  talking  of 
the  New  Theatre,  with  a  capital  N,  but  time  goes  on 
so  nearly  at  the  speed  limit  that  nothing,  with  or  with- 
out a  capital  letter,  holds  its  newness  through  one  short 
season.  The  New  Theatre  became  the  Century,  and 
the  dream  of  a  temple  dedicated  to  the  uplift  of  the 
drama  faded  away.  Fortunate  enough  was  the  change 
of  name,  whatever  may  be  thought  of  the  mislaid  pur- 
pose of  its  creation.  There  are  so  many  new  theatres 
ready  or  nearly  ready  now,  that  it  would  be  confusing 
to  have  the  adjective  immovably  attached  to  the  one 
big  playhouse  on  Central  Park  West.  No  less  than 
seven  homes  of  the  drama  will  be  opened  this  fall  in 
one  little  district  bounded  by  Thirty-Ninth  Street, 
Sixth  Avenue,  Forty-Ninth  Street,  and  Eighth  Avenue. 
There  were  thirty  theatres  last  spring  in  that  half-mile 
stretch  along  both  sides  of  Broadway,  and  by  the  first 
of  next  February  there  will  be  thirty-nine.  Forty- 
Second  Street  is  hardly  the  centre  now,  for  in  the  streets 
above,  from  the  Hippodrome  on  the  east  to  the  new 
American  Music  Hall  on  the  west,  the  new  playhouses 
are  coming  up  in  amazingly  thick  crops  of  steel  and 
terra  cotta.  Three  of  them  are  in  one  block  on  Forty- 
Eighth  Street,  and  two  of  these  belong  to  William  A. 
Brady. 

First  in  the  race  to  be  ready  for  the  fall  season  was 
Mr.  Brady's  Forty-Eighth  Street  Theatre,  which  is  only 
a  few  doors  from  his  Playhouse,  new  a  year  ago,  and 
on  the  same  side  of  the  block,  a  little  nearer  Seventh 
Avenue.  It  is  a  handsome  building  of  the  Colonial 
type,  and  holds  not  quite  a  thousand  seats.  Its  first 
play  was  "Just  Like  John,"  a  farce  by  George  Broad- 
hurst  and  Mark  Swan,  which  lasted  only  two  weeks. 
"Little  Miss  Brown,"  a  farcical  comedy  by  Philip  Bar- 
tholomae  followed,  and  is  still  running. 

On  Forty-Eighth  Street,  just  west  of  Broadway,  is 
H.  H.  Frazee's  new  Longacre  Theatre,  which  will  open 
early  next  month,  as  now  arranged,  with  "Read> 
Money,"  the  James  Montgomery  comedy,  which  began 
its  career  last  month  at  the  Maxine  Elliott  Theatre  and 
is  already  such  a  success  that  it  is  being  played  by  a 
second  company  in  London. 

Annie  Russell  is  to  have  a  tiny  theatre  on  Thirty- 
Ninth  Street,  nearly  opposite  the  Maxine- Elliott  The- 
atre, which  will  be  unique  in  some  particulars.  It  will 
present  choice  dramatic  offerings  to  a  select  patronage, 
like  Mr.  Ames's  Little  Theatre,  and  will  hold  no  larger 
audience  than  that  toy  playhouse,  299.  Miss  Russell 
believes  that  there  is  a  need  for  a  theatre  that  will  pre- 
sent plays  suitable  to  children,  not  of  the  fairy  tale  or 
extravaganza  sort,  but  dramatic  classics  that  will  in- 
clude some  of  the  old  English  comedies,  such  as  "The 
Rivals"  and  "She  Stoops  to  Conquer."  Her  idea  was 
at  once  taken  up  by  interested  admirers  of  the  actress, 
and  the  list  of  subscribers  to  the  fund  for  the  establish- 
ment of  the  enterprise  includes  Mrs.  Andrew  Carnegie, 
Mrs.  James  A.  Burden,  Jr.,  Mrs.  Walter  Damrosch, 
Mrs.  H.  H.  Flagler,  Mrs.  V.  Everit  Macy,  Mrs.  John 
D.  Rockefeller,  Mrs.  William  J.  Schieffelin,  Mrs.  Harry 
Payne  Whitney,  Mrs.  Payne  Whitney,  Mrs.  August  Bel- 
mont, Mrs.  Pierre  Jay,  Mrs.  Edward  R.  Hewitt,  Mrs. 
Edwin  Blashfield,  and  Mrs.  James  B.  Reynolds.  It  will 
be  called  the  New  Princess  Theatre,  and  will  be  opened 
about  the  first  of  November. 

At  Broadway  and  Forty-Seventh  Street,  with  its  main 
entrance  on  Broadway  and  a  deep  frontage  on  the  side 
street  is  being  erected  the  Palace  Theatre  of  Martin 
Beck,  which  is  to  be  the  largest  of  the  new  playhouses 
and  one  of  the  handsomest  in  the  city.  The  corner  on 
which  it  stands  cost  more  than  half  a  million  and  the 
building  with  its  equipment  will  make  the  total  invest- 
ment well  over  the  million  mark.  There  will  be  two 
galleries,  and  the  house  will  seat  2200.  At  first  it  was 
believed  that  the  theatre  would  be  connected  with  the 
endless  chain  of  vaudeville  theatres  owned  and  man- 
aged by  the  Orpheum  Company  of  San  Francisco,  and 
their  affiliations  abroad,  and  its  opening  with  Sarah 
Bernhardt's  first  appearance  on  the  American  variety 
stage  was  talked  of.  Now  it  is  understood  that  it  will 
be  the  home  of  first-class  drama,  and  this  announce- 
ment need  create  no  great  surprise,  for  Mr.  Beck  has 
been  one  of  the  leaders  in  the  interpolation  of  genuine 
dramatic  features  in  vaudeville  programmes,  and  some 
of  the  best  one-act  plays  on  the  stage  have  been  pro- 
duced through  his  encouragement.  He  has  drawn 
many  of  the  stars  of  the  legitimate  into  the  service  of 
his  vaudeville  patrons,  to  their  mutual  benefit.  He  is 
wise  as  well  as  enterprising,  and  he  will  undoubtedly 
give  his  new  theatre  a  distinction  only  to  be  won  by 
financial  strength  and  genuine  theatrical  capacity.  The 
playhouse  will  be  opened  in  November. 

An  addition  to  the  closely  planted  Forty-Second 
Street  houses  is  the  new  Eltinge  Theatre  which  A.  H. 
Woods  will  manage.  It  stands  between  the  Liberty  and 
Harris  theatres,  on  the  south  side  of  the  block,  will  seat 
900.  and  will  be  opened  this  week  with  Bayard 
Veillier's  new  play,  "Within  the  Law." 

Lew  Fields's  new  Music  Hall,  being  erected  by  the 
Shuberts,  is  on  Forty-Fourth  Street,  a  few  doors  east 
of  Mr.  Ames's  Little  Theatre.  It  will  seat  a  thousand 
people  and  will  be  opened  in  November  with  a  new 
Weber-Fields  show.  This  house  is  planned  for  a  sur- 
mounting roof  garden  in  which  a  summer  cabaret  en- 
tertainment may  be  given. 

The  newest  Shubert  Theatre  is  going  up  ri°dit  across 
the  street,  in  the  rear  of  the  Hotel  Astor.     Back  of  that, 


with  a  Forty-Fifth  Street  frontage,  is  the  site  now  being 
prepared  for  Mr.  Ames's  new  playhouse,  which  is  to  be 
much  larger  than  his  Little  Theatre. 

John  Cort's  new  theatre,  which  is  named  after  this 
rapidly  risen  Western  manager,  is  on  the  south  side 
of  Forty-Eighth  Street,  making  the  third  of  the  trio 
which  includes  William  A.  Brady's  two  new  theatres. 
The  Cort  Theatre  is  to  be  a  handsome  structure,  mag- 
nificently appointed,  and  will  seat  a  thousand  patrons. 
It  will  be  opened  in  November.  Mr.  Cort  is  building 
another  theatre,  the  Royal,  in  the  Bronx,  which  will 
begin  its  history  a  month  later.  The  Illington  Theatre, 
which  Cort  planned  for  Forty-Sixth  Street,  near 
Eighth  Avenue,  has  been  delayed  by  one  of  the  present 
tenants  of  the  property  who  refuses  to  give  up  his  lease. 

May  Irwin's  Theatre  still  exists  only  in  the  plans, 
but  the  actress  owns  a  big  plot  on  West  Forty-Fifth 
Street,  and  her  architect  has  fitted  it  admirably  in  his 
specifications  for  her  playhouse. 

Now,  in  the  face  of  this  record,  I  find  it  impossible 
to  hold  the  prevalent  opinion  that  moving-picture  and 
vaudeville  houses  are  making  all  the  money.  For  ten 
years  we  have  been  saying  that  New  York  had  too 
many  theatres,  but  even  the  managers  who  join  in  the 
chorus  go  on  building  new  ones.  In  the  meantime  the 
great  American  playwright,  whose  name  is  legion,  will 
take  heart.  With  more  and  more  new  theatres  there 
must  occasionally  be  opportunity  for  the  play  of  a 
novice.  It  is  astonishing  to  discover  that  none  of  the 
political  platforms  contains  a  promise  of  protection  for 
this  infant  industry.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  September  11,  1912. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Swiss  journals  report  the  death,  in  a  hospital  at 
Neuchatel,  of  Auguste  Gauthier,  whose  career  presents 
some  curious  features  (says  the  New  York  Evening 
Post).  It  was  he  who  first  discovered  the  phylloxera 
in  one  of  the  cantons.  The  government  rewarded  him 
with  a  present  of  500  francs,  but  his  neighbors  took  a 
different  view  of  the  matter,  as  the  discovery  of  the 
disease  on  their  grounds  implied  the  destruction  of 
their  vineyards.  A  ban  was  placed  on  Gauthier,  until 
finally,  unable  any  longer  to  endure  the  snubbing  and 
the  taunts  to  which  he  was  subjected,  he  left  his  coun- 
try and  went  to  Tunis,  where  he  engaged  in  the  wine 
business.  The  proverbial  Swiss  homesickness  brought 
him  back,  a  few  years  later,  to  his  mountain  home. 
But  his  neighbors  had  not  yet  forgiven  him.  Life  was 
again  made  a  burden  to  him,  and  after  a  while  he  emi- 
grated to  Argentina,  whence  he  returned  to  Tunis,  and 
finally   once   more  to   his  home,   where  he   died,   aged 

seventy-two. 

^>i» 

Eight  or  nine  miles  below  Mandalay,  in  Burma,  the 
right  bank  of  the  Irrawaddy  is  hilly,  and  in  the  neigh- 
borhood of  the  old  Burmese  town  of  Sagaing  the  hills 
are  dotted  all  over  with  pagodas.  These  are  not 
temples  (says  a  writer  in  the  September  Wide  World 
Magazine),  but  are  built  by  pious  people  as  offerings 
to  the  Supreme  Power,  it  being  generally  believed  that 
such  acts  of  devotion  count  to  the  builders'  credit  in 
the  next  world.  The  pagodas  are  of  all  kinds,  accord- 
ing to  the  means  of  the  builders,  from  primitive  white- 
washed structures  to  ornate  erections  with  grotesque 
gilded  lions.  The  lions  have  various  meanings,  but 
stand  .chiefly  as  a  reminder  of  unselfish  devotion.  An 
ancient  Burmese  legend,  taught  to  all  Burmese  chil- 
dren, is  that  of  a  lioness  who  nursed  and  guarded  the 
babv  son  of  a  king,  and  who  died  of  a  broken  heart 
when  the  prince  grew  up  and  went  away. 

m*m    

Such  great  changes  have  come  about  in  Japan  since 
the  Emperor  Komei  was  laid  away  nearly  fifty  years 
ago  that  the  recent  death  of  the  emperor  suddenly 
called  into  being  practices  and  customs  which  the  vast 
majority  of  the  nation  had  never  heard  of  before  (says 
the  Far  East).  Musty  old  archives  that  had  lain  hid- 
den away  for  forty-five  years  were  consulted  by  men 
little  in  sympathy  with  the  mediaeval  ceremonies  and 
regulations  that  they  record.  The  funeral  ceremonies 
were  as  novel  and  strange  to  the  Japanese  as  to  the 
foreigners,  and  only  those  skilled  in  forgotten  lore  were 
able  to  furnish  an  explanation  of  the  many  symbols 
and  ceremonial  details. 


Copenhagen  has  a  model  fish  market,  built  by  the 
municipality.  With  the  exception  of  the  larger  varie- 
ties, like  cod  and  halibut,  all.  the  fish  are  kept  alive  in 
tesselated  tanks  filled  with  running  water.  There  is  no 
other  town  where  all  the  fish,  whether  cheap  or  dear, 
are  so  beautifully  fresh.  In  the  harbor  there  are  a 
large  number  of  wooden  boats  pierced  with  holes  and 
filled  with  fish.  These  boats  just  float  on  the  surface 
of  the  water,  and  the  living  fish  are  taken  out  of  them 
when  wanted.  But  as  every  one  can  not  go  to  the 
water's  edge  to  buy  fish,  there  are  water  tanks  on 
wheels,  and  the  live  fish  are  brought  to  the  doors  of  the 
people's  houses. 

Observant  and  experienced  men  compute  that  eight 
or  ten  rabbits  eat  or  destroy  as  much  grass  as  one 
sheep.  As  there  are  so  many  millions  of  rabbits  in 
Australasia,  the  loss  in  the  carrying  capacity  of  the 
country  is  appalling.  The  pesl  in  New  South  V 
is  spreading,  notwithstanding  all  that  is  being  done  in 
the  shape  of  trapping,  poisoning,  fumigating,  and  dig- 
ging out. 

No  ship  is  allowed  to  pass  through  the  Suez  Canal 
without  a  searchlight  of  a  particular  type.  If  the  ves- 
sel has  not  one  of  her  own  she  must  borrow  one. 


Colonel  John  L.  Clem,  chief  quartermaster  of  the 
Central  Division  at  Chicago,  is  now  the  only  officer 
who  participated  in  the  Civil  War  remaining  on  the 
active  list  of  the  army.  He  was  born  in  Ohio,  in  1851, 
ami  when  les^  than  thirteen  years  of  age  enlisted  in 
Company  C,  Twenty-Second  Michigan  Infantry,  as  mu- 
sician. 

Dr.  Adolph  Wermuth,  the  new  head  burgomaster  of 
Berlin,  is  a  man  of  note  and  power,  having  until  re- 
cently been  chancellor  of  the  imperial  exchequer.  He 
is  said  to  be  intensely  practical,  and  for  a  Berlin  lord 
mayor  has  taken  the  unprecedented  step  of  having  a 
house  prepared  for  himself  and  family  in  the  centre  of 
the  city. 

E.  H.  Tennyson  d'Eyncourt,  who  has  just  been  ap- 
pointed to  the  post  of  director  of  naval  construction  at 
the  British  Admiralty,  in  succession  to  Sir  Phillip 
Watts  on  his  retirement,  has  never  been  in  the  govern- 
ment service  before,  having  been  engaged  by  private 
firms,  with  whom  he  has  won  a  high  place  in  his  field 
of  endeavor. 

Captain  Charles  Young  of  the  Ninth  United  States 
Cavalry,  who  has  just  been  promoted  to  the  rank  of 
major,  is  the  only  negro  officer  graduated  from  West 
Point.  It  is  said  no  other  negro  has  ever  attained  a 
similar  rank  in  the  regular  army.  Young  is  now  mili- 
tary attache  to  Liberia,  and  is  organizing  the  army  of 
the  black  republic. 

Dr.  Belisario  Porras,  the  newly  elected  President  of 
Panama,  is  known  for  his  modern  ideas,  and  his  in- 
terest in  the  advancement  of  the  little  republic.  He 
will  be  installed  October  1,  and  so  assured  are  his 
people  of  four  years  of  peace  and  prosperity  that  it  is 
said  substantial  investments  in  real  estate  have  already 
received  a  newr  impetus. 

The  Reverend  Antoinette  Louise  Blackwell,  the  first 
woman  to  become  a  minister  in  this  country,  having 
been  ordained  in  the  Congregational  Church  in  1853. 
though  at  the  age  of  eighty-seven,  preaches  once  a 
month  in  All  Souls'  Church,  at  Elizabeth,  New  Jersey. 
She  is  now  a  Unitarian.  She  graduated  from  Oberlin 
Theological  Seminary,  and  in  1848  preached  her  first 
sermon  in  her  native  town. 

Miss  Tulia  C.  Lathrop,  the  first  woman  to  direct  a 
federal  bureau,  has  been  appointed  chief  of  the  new 
Child  Welfare  Bureau,  recently  created  by  act  of  Con- 
gress. Her  public  life  began  in  1893,  when  she  was 
appointed  a  member  of  the  Illinois  state  board  of  chari- 
ties. During  the  eight  years  of  her  connection  with 
that  institution  Miss  Lathrop  made  several  trips  to  Eu- 
rope to  study  methods  of  caring  for  mental  diseases. 

Dr.  R.  Tait  McKenzie,  whose  bronze  medallion,  "The 
Joy  of  Effort,"  is  being  mounted  on  the  wall  of  the 
stadium  at  Stockholm  to  commemorate  the  holding  of 
the  fifth  Olympic  games,  is  director  of  athletics  at  the 
University  of  Pennsylvania.  He  is  a  native  of  On- 
tario, Canada,  and  received  his  M.  D.  from  McGill 
University.  As  a  sculptor  he  is  particularly  happy  in 
producing  athletic  figures.  He  has  been  invited  to  hold 
an  exhibition  of  his  bronzes  next  April  in  Stockholm. 

The  Earl  of  Liverpool  has  been  appointed  governor 
and  commander-in-chief  of  New  Zealand,  to  succeed 
Lord  Islington,  who  will  shortly  retire  from  that  office. 
Lord  Liverpool  has  seen  considerable  army  service, 
having  taken  part  in  the  Boer  War.  From  1906  to 
1908  he  was  state  steward  and  chamberlain  to  the  Lord 
Lieutenant  of  Ireland,  and  in  1909  he  w'as  appointed 
comptroller  of  his  majesty's  household.  He  is  fond  of 
outdoor  life,  and  finds  recreation  in  shooting  and 
cricket. 

Mine.  Vera  de  Blumenthal,  now  cooperating  with  the 
Zemstvo  of  Ryazan,  Russia,  to  establish  a  new  lace 
school  for  the  benefit  of  the  peasant  women,  is  a  bom 
Russian,  but  for  a  number  of  years  has  lived  in  Pasa- 
dena, California.  Ten  years  ago  she  became  interested 
in  this  work,  while  a  resident  of  Chicago,  and  has  since 
disposed  of  much  peasant-made  lace  and  drawn  work. 
Through  the  fund  thus  established  by  her — she  having 
aided  it  also  from  her  private  purse — five  girls  in  one 
district  are  receiving  training  in  lace  schools. 

Carmi  A.  Thompson,  President  Taft's  new  private 
secretary,  began  life  as  a  coal-digger  twenty-five  years 
ago  in  Ohio.  He  studied  at  night,  saved  his  money, 
and  finally  entered  Ohio  State  University.  When  his 
money  gave  out  he  worked  his  way  through,  received 
a  degree  as  bachelor  of  philosophy,  taught  school, 
studied  law,  was  admitted  to  the  bar,  and  then  entered 
politics.  After  serving  as  a  state  legislator,  followed 
by  two  terms  as  secretary  of  state,  he  was  defeated  for 
the  governorship  in  1910.  Not  long  after  that  he  was 
made  Assistant  Secretary  of  the  Interior  by  President 
Taft. 

General  Louis  Botha,  first  prime  minister  of  the 
South  African  Dominion,  who  has  just  been  created  a 
general  in  the  British  army,  succeeded  General  Joubert 
commander-in-chief  of  the  Dutch  forces  in  the  Boer 
war,  and  remained  England's  most  bitter  enemy  until 
the  conflict  ceased.  Following  the  war,  his  brilliancy, 
which  had  already  become  fully  recognized,  led  to  his 
installation  as  prime  minister  of  the  Transvaal,  and  in 
1910  he  became  head  of  the  South  African  Dominion. 
I  was  born  at  Natal,  but  early  in  life  went  to  live  in 
the     Transvaal,    where    he    became    veldl  For 

Vryheid. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


September  21,  1912. 


THE   TRUTH    BELATED. 


A  Tragic  Story  of  Mexico. 


Thirteen  years  after  the  death  of  Maximilian,  Ouere- 
taro  still  held  factions.  Imperialists,  proud,  half-ruined, 
hated  Republicans;  reconciliation  was  slow.  Mauricio 
Xoriega.  hurried  on  to  his  marriage  with  Paula,  made  a 
mistake.  His  people  were  Imperialists,  hers  had  fol- 
lowed Juarez ;  so  his  friends  despised  her.  She.  unable 
to  live  without  social  position  in  Queretaro,  grew  bit- 
ter: and  they  ceased  to  love. 

Mauricio  entered  his  big  street  door,  whereon  the 
iron  knockers  were  dolphins.  The  house  was  cool,  and 
he  passed  through  it  to  the  patio.  Three  sides  of  that 
court  were  walled ;  the  fourth  was  open,  where  the  land 
fell  away  to  the  valley;  and  near  the  patio's  foot  the 
aqueduct,  that  world's  wonder,  reached  the  earth  after 
its  long  flight.  The  water,  sweeping  into  a  tunnel, 
laughed  with  the  last  of  its  sun.  Paula  came  and  sat 
on  the  aqueduct. 

"Then  we  shall  separate,"  said  he.  He  was  twenty 
years  old. 

"We  were  children."   she  answered.     "I  was  a  fool 

to  love  you.    Rather  than  live  on,  tied  and  grating " 

She  shuddered.  The  lines  which  curved  down  from  her 
mouth  meant  discontent  and  envy. 

"I  shall  leave  you  today."  he  said,  and  stared  at  the 
distant  arches  of  the  aqueduct.  "We  do  not  love  each 
other." 

She  rested  her  head  on  her  hand,  twisting  her  fingers 
in  her  hair.  "It  is  better,"  was  her  answer,  "if  you 
leave  me  Felipa." 

He  walked  a  step  or  two  away.  "The  mother  should 
keep  the  child.  The  father  should  have  nothing — noth- 
ing." 

She  brought  out  the  baby,  which  lay  in  her  arms, 
pink  and  asleep.  He  stared  at  it,  then  turned ;  but  came 
back  and  stared  at  it  again.  After  that,  looking  hag- 
gard, he  went  out;  and  the  street  door,  with  the  iron 
dolphins,  clanged. 

In  Mexico  sunshine  seems  time,  and  as  you  look  back 
over  the  years  it  is  sunshine  that  you  see.  Diaz  won  his 
enemies,  and,  in  Mexico  City,  Xoriega  fell  under  the 
wizard's  power  and  partook  of  it.  He  served  Diaz 
for  years,  and  grew  weary  of  life.  So,  after  the  man- 
ner of  the  weary,  he  came  back,  Don  Porfirio  having 
made  him  secretary  of  the  State  of  Queretaro. 

A  girl,  fifteen  years  old.  played  sylph-like  along  the 
aqueduct.  An  alley  led  thither  from  the  street,  and 
Mauricio  came  walking.  At  the  spot  where  the  free- 
dom of  the  valley  burst  on  him  he  paused. 

"What  are  you  doing,  little  girl  ?"  said  he,  hoping 
that  it  was  she,  for  something  in  him  cried  for  her. 
She  looked  up.  laughing,  where  she  stood  on  the  top  of 
the  aqueduct,  with  her  hair  flying. 

"I  put  my  hair  in  it  sometimes,"  she  said.  She  liked 
him. 

"Let  me  see,"  said  he. 

She  knelt  down  and  dabbled  her  hair;  then  got  up 
with  it  hanging  all  over  her  face,  dripping.  It  was  dark 
red.  She  laughed,  and  put  a  piece  of  it  away  from  her 
eyes,  which  shone  at  him.  Water  dripped  on  her  lips. 
"See?"  she  said. 

"What  is  your  name?"  he  inquired,  as  one  who  asks 
mercy. 

"Felipa  Morales,"  she  said. 

He  bought  a  house  beyond  the  plaza,  next  that  of  old 
Don  Ildefonso  and  his  sister  Gertrudis. 

"Mauricio."  cried  fat  Ildefonso,  "the  past  is 
dead.  We  remnants  of  imperialism  are  bitter  no  longer. 
Make  it  up  with  her.  We  thought  you  had  died,  and  I 
swear  I  wanted  to  marry  your  widow  myself!"  He 
made  inflated  jokes  of  his  cheeks. 

His  sister,  a  doleful  body,  wiped  her  eye.  "She  is 
very  wild.  Mauricio,"  she  said. 

But  Xoriega,  going  into  his  court,  said  simply:  "The 
past  is  not  dead." 

A  year  Mauricio  lived  retired,  save  for  the  business 
of  state.  In  his  garden  with  books — Calderon.  Campoa- 
ninr.  Peres  Galdos — there  was  he  nearest  to  happiness. 
Rut  he  knew  that  he  only  put  off  the  search  for  Felipa. 
He  saw  her  sylph-like  figure  in  dreams;  wandered  by 
the  adobe  wall,  and  longed  for  her.  In  his  life  there  had 
been  one  spot  of  beauty,  one  .only,  and  that  was  Felipa, 
with  the  dark  red  hair,  dripping  water  in  the  aqueduct. 

There  is  a  church,  whose  tower  is  mossy  and  damp. 
In  the  court  before  it  you  walk  over  brick-paved  graves. 
Here  one  tree  dies,  a  limb  at  a  time:  one  limb  for  every 
[t  is  the  century  of  death.  He  walked  there  on 
Xew  Year's  Hay,  and  Felipa.  with  the  servant,  came 
out.  Behind  her,  lingering,  prayer-book  in  hand,  came 
Paula.  Felipa's  face  was  full  of  that  power  which 
holds,  and  resurrects.  Her  finger  was  on  her  lips  when 
she  saw  him,  for  she  knew  him.  and  her  eyes  smiled. 
She  went  away  :  and  she  was  a  woman. 

Xoriega  stopped  before  Paula.  "We  should  look  at 
one  another,"  said  he,  "to  understand  ourselves.'' 

They  looked,  and  she  haled  him. 

"Ah — now  we  understand."  he  sighed.  "We  do  not 
love  each  other.     Have  you  told  Felipa  who  I  am?" 

"I  can  not."     She  wrapped  the  silk  reboso  round  her. 

He  cried  out  in  pain:  "But  she  is  sure  to  learn. 
You  must !" 

shut  her  eyes  ;  he  saw  her  go  away,  with  her  eyes 

shut.     To  !  im.  thereafter,  everything  was  Felipa  as  she 

'      ,    r  the  graves.     O  thou   God,  how  beautiful 

ie.onso  swore  that  Xoriega  should  know  his 


daughter;  and  arose  one  morning  and  went  to  solve 
this  thing.  He  walked  under  those  tremendous  arches, 
and  the  aqueduct  seemed  striding  today  with  giant 
strides.     Later  he  entered  Paula's  house. 

"Let  them  be  thrown  together,"  cried  he,  walking 
about  over  the  glazed  tiles,  "to  see  if  they  care  for  one 
another.  Mauricio  will  be  a  madman  yet,  if  you  don't. 
What — can't  you  give  him  that  little  pleasure?  She 
shall  take  embroidery  lessons  of  Gertrudis.  In  my  gar- 
den Mauricio  shall  find  her.  To  hold  her  away  from 
him  is  crime." 

"Do  what  you  will,"  cried  Paula  bitterly.  "I  know 
that  fate  will  steal  her  yet." 

Every  Sunday  afternoon  Felipa  came  to  Don  Ilde- 
fonso's.  She  did  not  know  who  lived  next  door;  nor 
did  Ildefonso  tell  to  Xoriega  that  Felipa  sat  in  the  gar- 
den. 

"Mauricio,"  he  once  said,  "come  through  the  wall  at 
four  o'clock.     We  shall  have  a  little  party." 

At  three  Felipa  entered,  dressed  in  fleecy  yellow. 
Soon  Mauricio  walked  through  the  rent  in  the  wall. 

"I  think  you  have  forgotten  me,"  she  said. 

He  held  his  finger  in  a  book.  "That  is  not  possible," 
replied  he. 

She  started  up;  it  w'as  strange  for  him  to  say  that. 
His  face  was  full  of  powrer,  and  she  sat  down,  the  sun 
in  the  rumpled  folds  of  her  yellow  dress  making  skeins 
of  light. 

"Who  are  you?"  she  asked. 

That  which  broke  forth  to  tell  her  was  crushed  by 
him.  It  would  scare  her;  she  would  lose  her  natural- 
ness, perhaps  flee.  To  keep  just  this  he  would  have 
died. 

"A  friend  of  Don  Ildefonso."  he  said.  "I  live  in 
there." 

Like  a  child,  she  seemed  to  feel  that  she  must  say 
something.  "Do  you  remember  when  I  put  my  hair  in 
it?"  she  faltered,  with  blushes. 

"It  is  stranger  that  you  remembered  me,"  he  an- 
swered.    "Xo  one  does." 

She  turned  quick  eyes  of  pity-  on  him.  "Oh,"  she 
said,  with  the  tender  impulse  to  heal,  "you  are  lonely." 

"You  see,"  he  replied,  after  a  pause,  "I  have  to  live 
by  myself." 

She  smiled  with  dainty  jest.  "You'd  better  get 
married,"  she  said. 

"I  have  more  need  of  a  daughter,"  answered  he, 
"than  of  a  wife." 

She  said  no  more ;  he  had  made  her  solemn. 

"Do  you  read?"  he  asked;  and  when  she  nodded  he 
handed  her  the  book.     "Read  this." 

He  went  away.  The  adobe  wall  hid  him,  and  she 
stared  at  it.  He  had  gone  before  she  wanted  him  to. 
She  started  up.  and  slipped  to  the  wall,  and  peeped  into 
his  garden.  There  the  white  capotes  hung  down  like 
apples,  and  the  garden  was  empty.  Everything  else  was 
empty.  She  came  back  and  signed.  Having  sat  down, 
she  opened  the  book,  and  read: 

"O    weird    and    mighty    solace    thou    hast    come, 
O  voice,  too  sweetly  laden  to  be  dread." 

Sometimes  for  weeks  he  could  not  bear  to  see  her,  and 
w'as  always  afraid  to  tell  her  who  he  was.  That  might 
make  her  hate  him :  whereas  now  she  seemed  to  love 
him  as  he  wished  his  daughter  to  love  him.  The  days 
were  sweet:  he  would  drink  them;  Felipa  must  soon 
learn — it  was  but  a  chance  that  many  tongues  had  not 
already  told  her.  Paula's  life  was  cut  away,  Ildefonso 
left  it  to  Mauricio,  and  fortune  kept  putting  the  chance 
off.  And  as  things  were,  he  had  her;  as  things  might 
he.  he  misrht  have  her  no  more.  She  would  not  have 
missed  a  Sunday  in  the  garden  for  all  the  world.  She 
dreamed  of  him;  and  when  Paula  turned  her  hardening 
face  to  her  daughter,  the  girl  shut  herself  up  and  cried. 
Xo  one  thought  of  danger;  Felipa  herself  knew  only 
that  she  loved,  that  she  wept  all  night  and  longed  for 
him  all  day. 

Once  he  came  into  the  garden  bringing  some  books. 
She,  in  white,  had  watched  for  him.  When  he  saw  her 
the  books  fell,  for  he  had  almost  cried  his  secret.  That 
deed  must  come :  like  a  gambler,  he  would  some  day  risk 
it  all.  Because  he  looked  agitated,  she  paled  and  be- 
came agitated,  too.  She  yearned  over  him,  trembled, 
and  dropped  her  head  to  the  back  of  the  bench.  She 
wanted  to  be  taken.  He  could  almost  have  believed  she 
knew. 

"Felipa !"  She  started  up ;  then,  for  a  long  time,  he 
said  nothing,  for  her  face  gave  back  to  him  all  that  his 
life  had  lost.  On  the  tip  of  life's  lone  pinnacle,  her  love 
stood.     "Felipa — I  have  now  the  strength  to  tell  you." 

But  she  was  too  fragile  to  take  it  all  in  at  once.  She 
believed  she  would  have  died  to  hear  love  sooken.  That 
w:as  why  she  ran  away,  a  white  fugitive,  out  of  the  gar- 
den, down  the  street.  There  was  only  one  thing  she 
longed  to  do — to  return  to  him.  So  she  fled  the  faster. 
He  stood  by  the  red  vine  and  the  books.  His  daughter 
— how  beautiful  she  w:as! 

On  Saturday  night  he  came  to  the  governor's  house, 
where  many  people  gathered.  Imperialists  and  Repub- 
licans were  brothers  at  last,  and  here  met.  Mauricio 
walked  in  the  patio,  where  a'sucenas  thrust  up  green 
broadswords.  Dim  corridors  stretched  on  either  hand. 
and  women  moved  in  them.  Felipa  came  by.  sawr  him. 
and  could  go  no  farther.  She  had  barely  begun  to  be 
seen  at  places  like  this.  She  turned  away,  and  drooped 
her  head,  longing  to  flee. 

"You  would  not  hear  me,"  he  said.  "But  tomorrow 
you  must.     I  can  bear  it  no  more." 

She  put  her  head  against  a  pillar. 

"Will  you  come  tomorrow?"  he  asked,  and  she  said 
yes. 

When  the  town  was  asleep  he  strode  the  streets.    At 


length  he  came  to  the  house  whose  door  had  clanged 
with  iron  dolphins.  At  Paula's  window,  as  lovers  knock 
at  railed  balconies,  he  knocked.  Having  allayed  her 
fright  by  his  voice,  he  got  her  to  open  the  wooden  leaf, 
and  her  face  stared  out  of  the  blackness. 

"Paula,  we  can  never  love  each  other,  but  God  has 
drawn  me  near  to  my  daughter.  Xow  that  we  shall 
meet  out  in  the  world,  the  secret  can  be  kept  no  more. 
Xor  should  it.  I  have  conquered  my  fears.  If  it  cuts 
her  away  from  me — yet  she  must  be  told.  Paula,  it  is 
the  mother  who  should  do  it." 

"I  can  not,"  she  said.  "Rather,  I  have  thought  of 
taking  her  away." 

"Then  I  myself  shall  tell  her,"  he  answered,  holding 
to  the  irons. 

She  thought  a  long  time.  "You  were  right,"  was  her 
response.  "I  shall  tell  her.  When  she  comes  to  you  to- 
morrow she  will  know."  But  as  she  saw  him  depart 
she  knew  that  she  had  lied.  Felipa  should  be  taken 
away. 

At  three  o'clock  in  the  morning  the  remnant  of  the 
moon  came  up  and  shone  through  Felipa's  window. 
Xot  having  slept,  she  arose  and  sat  looking  out  at  the 
aqueduct,  whose  mighty  masonry  glimmered  like  a 
supernatural  thing.  The  water  laughed  in  moonshine ; 
she  was  blown  upon  by  breezes.  Felipa  was  burning 
up  with  love.  Tomorrow;  tomorrow7.  It  is  tomorrow 
who  transforms  the  earth.  What  is  he? — invisible 
spirit  who  flees. 

Sunday  is  a  day  of  bells.  The  morning  saw  her  go 
under  the  tower,  kneel  upon  the  floor,  and  walk  out  over 
the  flat  graves.  Another  limb  on  the  tree  w7as  dead. 
The  noon  was  warm  and  bright,  and  the  earth  rested. 
She  could  not  eat.  She  was  pale,  and  rubbed  her  fore- 
head, standing  at  the  window.  Xear  three  o'clock  she 
felt  so  weak.  When  she  walked  out  with  the  servant 
she  trembled  already. 

At  Don  Ildefonso's  door  the  servant  left  her,  and  she 
entered,  like  a  fugitive.  The  mo:o  dozed  in  the  pas- 
sageway. Don  Ildefonso  and  Gertrudis  were  nowhere 
to  be  seen.  She  w'as  in  white  again,  and  w<hen  she  came 
into  the  garden  her  rebozo  fell  down  on  the  ground. 
She  w-as,  to  him  who  stood  by  the  rent  in  the  wall,  the 
white  light  of  truth. 

Of  course  her  manner  was  different.  She  was 
changed  and  agitated.  She  could  not  lift  her  eyes,  and 
stumbled.  He  had  never  seen  her  like  this,  so  he 
thought  that  she  knew.  They  stood  apart,  but  his  eyes 
must  draw  her. 

"Come,"  said  he. 

She  covered  her  face  with  her  hands  and  came  two 
steps. 

"Felipa — Felipa,"  he  said,  and,  he,  too,  came  a  little 
closer. 

Xow  she  flung  herself  down  to  the  bench,  and  in  his 
arms  he  took  her  up;  for  somehow  she  seemed  his  babv 
daughter  again;  a  woman  no  more  but  a  child. 

"Everythine  shall  be  made  whole  again  by  your  lov- 
ing me,"  he  said. 

Xot  her  lips  said  yes — to  live  was  saying  it.  But  after 
a  time  she  murmured:  "By  yourself  you  were  lonely. 
But  when  we  are  married  you  shall  not  be  lonely  any 
more." 

He  looked  at  her.  His  cheeks  slowly  became  drawn ; 
and  that  which  she  saw  on  his  face  was  horror.  Chilled, 
she  arose,  and  stood  dumb.  He,  too,  arose.  His  lids, 
drooping  over  his  strange  eyes,  were  blue.  He  could 
not  speak.  His  mind  went  tottering  back;  and  now  he 
was  old.  She  cried  to  him ;  and,  having  put  her  away, 
he  said:     "Didn't  your  mother  tell  you?" 

"Nothing!" 

He  put  his  hand  over  his  eyes.  "Felipa,"  he  said,  "I 
am  your  father." 

At  length  she  sank  down  under  the  vine,  and  he  sat 
on  the  bench.  After  some  time  the  heart  of  each  rose 
up.  That  which  was  greatness  in  him  lived  in  her.  So, 
with  that  purity  which  can  make  even  tragedy  beautiful, 
they  looked  at  one  another  a  long  time.  That  was  the 
only  rew:ard;  and  she  went  away. 

She  came  to  her  home  and  did  not  think  any  more; 
nor  could  she  cease  loving.  In  her  room  she  stared  out 
at  the  valley.  The  arches  strode  yonder.  After  all,  the 
earth  was  beautiful,  and  there  are  many  kinds  of  hap- 
piness, of  wThich  rest  is  the  chief. 

Having  done  her  part,  and  lived  her  life,  the  end  was 
fitting.  She  knew  where  the  slim  knife  hung;  went  into 
her  mother's  room,  and  took  it  down.  It  had  a  pearl  in 
the  handle. 

Returning,  she  closed  the  door.  She  would  leave  the 
window  open ;  because  out  there  she  had  dabbled  her 
hair.  On  the  table  was  a  book  which  he  gave  her.  She 
took  it  up,  lay  on  the  bed,  and  read: 

"O   change   more  mighty   still,   of  solace   ended. 
O  doom,  too  heavy  weighted  to  be  borne." 

Fear  for  her  hastened  Mauricio  to  action.  All  his 
impulse  was  the  father's,  to  help.  He  came  to  his  old 
house  and  passed  in  by  the  dolphins."  Paula  had  gone 
out.  the  mozo  said.  He  searched  the  house,  and  came  to 
Felipa's  door,  and  called.  There  being  no  answer,  he 
opened  it  and  went  in. 

It  was  strange  that  a  little  color  had  come  back  to  her 
face.  How  beautiful  she  was !  There  was  scarce  more 
than  a  spot  upon  her  dress ;  and  even  that  which  stained 
it.  that.  too.  was  her  heart,  that.  too.  was  her  love  for 
him.  Charles  Fleming  Emeree. 


The  Saxon  government  has  decided  against  the 
project  for  a  university  at  Dresden  on  the  ground  that 
the  learned  professions  are  already  overcrowded  and 
that  the  government  does  not  regard  the  maintenance 
of  two  universities  of  the  first  grade  as  practicable. 


September  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


183 


CHANGING  PARIS. 


Oblivion  for  'Buses  and  Books. 


For  all  his  love  of  novelty,  the  Parisian  is  more  con- 
servative at  the  core  than  the  outside  world  credits 
him  with  being.  There  are  those  who  ascribe  to  him 
the  most  domestic  of  hearts  notwithstanding  his  polyga- 
mous reputation,  and  declare  that  underneath  the  seem- 
ing promiscuous  character  of  his  amorousness  he  hides 
a  stubborn  devotion  to  the  one  wife  of  his  bosom.  Of 
course  it  is  difficult  to  believe ;  the  Paris  which  is  so 
free  from  conventions,  prejudices,  cares,  and  responsi- 
bilities is  so  obvious,  and  the  Paris  of  ancient  custom, 
faithfulness,  and  consistency  is  so  hidden  from  the  view 
of  those  who  take  their  impressions  from  Montmartre, 
the  Boul.  Miche.  and  Montparnasse. 

Yet  it  is  undeniable  that  in  some  matters  Paris  is 
slower  to  move  than  London  or  even  New  York.  For 
proof  whereof  it  falls  to  be  recorded  that  it  was  only 
four  days  ago  that  line  "E"  succumbed  to  the  new 
order  of  things.  This  will  be  a  dark  saying  until  it  is 
explained  that  line  "E"  is  Parisian  for  the  fleet  of  om- 
nibuses which  plies  between  the  Madeleine  and  the  Bas- 
tille. Until  four  days  ago  those  successors  of  the 
"Dames  Blanches"  were  drawn  to  and  fro  the  Grands 
Boulevards  by  horses ;  now  their  motive  power  is  petrol. 
Which  means  that  from  Paris  proper  the  last  horse  'bus 
has  disappeared,  a  transformation  which  has  lagged 
several  years  behind  the  extinction  of  the  "knife-board" 
from  London  streets  and  the  abolition  of  the  horse  'bus 
of  Fifth  Avenue. 

Thus  another  chapter  in  the  history  of  Parisian  street 
vehicles  has  come  to  an  end.  It  was  two  years  over 
due,  so  tenacious  is  the  Parisian  in  clinging  to  past 
customs.  Two  years  because  it  is  that  time  ago  since 
the  monopoly  of  the  Compagne  Generale  des  Omnibus 
expired.  It  had  dated  from  1S55,  and  was  a  concession 
less  one-sided  than  such  municipal  contracts  are  wont 
to  be.  For  at  the  start  the  company  had  to  pay  the 
city  an  annual  fee  of  more  than  six  hundred  thousand 
francs,  with  a  liability  to  add  another  thousand  for 
every  vehicle  it  started  over  and  above  the  number 
stipulated  in  the  concession.  Nor  was  that  all :  when- 
ever the  city  demanded  it  had  to  provide  service  of 
'buses  for  the  conveyance  of  workmen,  and  in  the  win- 
ter furnish  thirty  carts  for  the  removal  of  ice  or  snow 
and  the  distribution  of  sand. 

Of  course  the  autobus  is  not  a  novelty  in  the  streets 
of  Paris.  It  was  introduced  six  years  ago,  but  was  at 
first  confined  to  the  Porte  de  Neuilly  and  Hotel  de  Ville, 
and  Montmartre  and  Place  St.  Michel  routes ;  but  its 
introduction  to  the  Madeleine-Bastille  line  has  been  left 
to  the  last.  And  with  good  reason.  There  is  no 
stretch  of  Parisian  thoroughfares  along  which  the  na- 
tive or  the  alien  wishes  to  be  less  hurried  than  the 
route  which  gives  a  perfect  panorama  of  the  Grands 
Boulevards.  That  semicircle  of  the  old  city  is  still  the 
centre  of  Parisian  life,  a  kaleidoscope  of  cafes  and  bras- 
series, of  newspaper  and  flower  kiosques,  of  animated 
pedestrians  or  posing  loungers,  and  no  coign  of  'van- 
tage from  whence  to  view  it  was  comparable  with  an 
"imperiale"  seat  on  the  old  brown  'bus  which  made  its 
leisurely  journey  from  the  Madeleine  to  the  Place  de  la 
Bastille.  To  be  autobused  through  all  that  at  top  speed 
will  be  a  sad  experience  for  those  who  have  known 
the  leisurely  progress  of  the  old  brown  horse  'bus. 

Happily,  however,  the  Voitures  de  Place  or  Fiacres 
are  not  yet  extinct,  and  give  few  signs  of  succumbing 
to  the  taxis.  And  they  are  so  reasonable  in  price  from 
the  American  standpoint  that  they  will  probably  be  in 
increasing  demand  for  a  drive  along  the  Grands  Boule- 
vards. One  franc  fifty,  otherwise  thirty  cents,  is  not 
an  exorbitant  figure  for  such  a  drive,  even  with  ten 
cents  thrown  in  as  a  tip.  But  taken  in  the  mass  the 
scale  of  charges  prevailing  on  the  'buses  and  trolleys 
and  cabs  of  the  French  capital,  as  also  on  the  popular 
"Metro"  or  "La  Ceinture,"  is  such  as  to  induce  reck- 
less extravagance  on  the  part  of  the  visitor.  The  sys- 
tem of  "Correspondances,"  otherwise  transfers,  is  one 
of  the  most  perfect  and  liberal  of  any  city  in  the  world, 
and  although  passengers  who  affect  the  outside,  or 
"imperiale"  seats,  are  not  allowed  to  participate  in  the 
transfer  privileges  unless  they  pay  the  inside  fare,  six 
cents  will  take  one  so  far  that  the  difference  is  worth 
paying. 

That  there  is  a  fixed  tariff  for  cabs  taken  for  a  single 
drive  within  the  fortification  limits  is  not  always  such 
a  boon  as  it  seems.  The  "cocher"  of  Paris  is  a  fas- 
tidious person,  for  if  the  destination  announced  by  his 
prospective  passenger  does  not  fall  in  with  his  prefer- 
ences he  is  apt  to  shrug  his  shoulders,  flourish  his  whip, 
and  drive  away.  His  rigid  scale  of  fares  seems  to  rob 
the  Paris  driver  of  any  enthusiasm  for  his  work,  though 
the  taxi  is  helping  to  correct  that  defect. 

While  the  papers  have  given  more  than  generous 
space  to  obituary  notices  of  the  old  brown  Madeleine- 
Bastille  favorite,  few  have  paid  much  attention  to  the 
fact  that  oblivion  is  also  overtaking  those  bookstalls 
by  the  Seine  which  have  for  so  many  generations  been 
one  of  the  sights  of  the  city.  The  vendors  of  the  dere- 
licts of  literature  have  been  moved  on  many  times  dur- 
ing the  past  two  or  three  hundred  years,  for  at  one 
•period  they  thronged  the  Pont  Neuf  in  the  company 
of  the  illustrious  Tabarin  and  other  showmen,  and  later 
were  driven  to  take  refuge  in  the  Cite  close  to  Notre 
Dame.  But  for  many  years  their  haunt  has  been  that 
stretch  of  the  left  bank  of  the  Seine  from  the  island 
to  the  Pont  de  la  Concorde,  and  it  was  but  a  few  years 
since  when  their  stalls  formed  an  unbroken  line  along 
that  embankment. 


Time  was  when  rare  editions  were  to  be  discovered 
by  rummaging  through  those  boxes  by  the  Seine,  and 
then  there  was  a  race  of  connoisseurs  who  spent  whole 
days  in  zealous  quest  of  Elzevirs  and  Baskervilles.  Nor 
were  the  sellers  less  interesting  than  the  buyers,  for 
many  a  poor  student  wandered  hither  from  the  Latin 
Quarter  to  emulate  that  hero  of  the  "Vie  de  Boheme" 
who  sold  his  Greek  books  at  waste-paper  price  to  pur- 
chase medicine  for  his  friend's  dying  mistress.  But  has 
not  Anatole  France  devoted  many  a  living  page  to  the 
history  of  those  vendors  and  their  wares?  And  he 
long  ago  prefigured  the  end  that  is  now  approaching. 
For  who  can  have  forgotten  that  poor  old  bookseller 
who  warmed  himself  in  the  spring  sunshine  before  his 
boxes,  but  who  each  year  became  smaller  in  person 
through  age  and  presided  over  an  ever  scantier  stock 
in  trade? 

Perhaps  the  terrible  persistency  of  the  rain  this  sum- 
mer has  had  something  to  do  with  the  thinning  of  the 
bookstalls  along  the  Seine;  but  there  is  a  more  subtle 
cause  of  decay  at  work.  "Ah.  monsieur,"  sighed  one 
of  the  oldest  of  the  band  the  other  day,  "the  race  of 
'flaneurs'  is  extinct ;  no  one  has  the  time  or  inclination 
now  to  spare  an  hour  to  finger  these  old  volumes  lov- 
ingly and  linger  over  their  mellowing  pages."  Amateur 
bibliophiles  no  longer  frequent  the  Seine ;  they  are 
aware  that  no  treasures  are  to  be  found  there  now: 
what  with  American  millionaires  and  the  spread  of 
knowledge  every  rare  edition  has  a  thousand  detectives 
on  its  track.  Poor  students  from  the  Latin  Quarter 
and  schoolboys  intent  upon  saving  a  little  out  of  their 
book  allowance  haunt  the  stalls  now  and  then  for  cheap 
copies  of  text-books,  but  the  commercial  collector  has 
driven  the  general  customer  out  of  existence.  "We 
have  had  our  day,"  confessed  the  philosopher  already 
quoted,  "a  long  day  of  two  hundred  years,  in  which  we 
have  contributed  something  to  the  charm  of  the  city  we 
have  loved.  We  shall  at  least  remain  a  pleasant  mem- 
ory, and  now  and  then  provide  a  subject  for  an  article. 
One  could  imagine  a  worse  end  than  that."  So  it  seems 
that  the  "artists  and  philosophers"  of  the  Seine  book- 
stalls have  continued  their  race  to  the  end.  And  so 
long  as  the  pages  of  Anatole  France  are  read  they  are 
surer  of  immortality  than  even  the  old  brown  'bus  of  the 
Madeleine-Bastille  route.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Paris,  September  3,  1912. 


The  Banana  in  Legend  and  Fact. 

There  exists  a  legend  relative  to  the  Christian  in- 
habitants of  the  East,  that  they  believed  the  banana  to 
be  the  tree  of  the  source  of  good  and  evil,  in  a  bunch  of 
whose  fruit  the  serpent  that  tempted  Eve  hid  itself,  and 
they  add  that  when  Adam  and  Eve  became  ashamed  of 
their  nakedness  they  covered  themselves  with  the  leaves 
of  this  plant.  Beyond  all  doubt  this  legend  had  some 
influence  upon  the  minds  of  those  early  botanical  classi- 
fiers who  designated  two  species  of  the  plant  by  the 
names  of  Musa  paridisiaca  and  Musa  sapientium — 
Fruit  of  Paradise,  Fruit  of  Knowledge  (says  a  writer 
in  the  National  Geographic  Magazine). 

The  origin  of  the  banana  is  given  as  India,  at  the 
foot  of  the  Himalayas,  where  it  has  been  cultivated 
since  remotest  antiquity.  Its  origin  in  the  New  World 
is  as  doubtful  as  the  origin  of  the  American  Indian. 
Natural  to  Asia  and  Africa,  where  more  than  twenty 
distinct  species  of  the  genus  are  known,  it  is  said  to 
have  been  brought  first  to  America  from  Spain,  early 
in  the  sixteenth  century,  and  planted  in  the  island  of 
San  Domingo,  whence  its  spread  was  rapid  throughout 
the  surrounding  islands  and  the  mainland.  This  has 
never  been  authentically  established,  however,  and 
some  authorities  include  the  banana  among  the  articles 
that  formed  the  base  of  the  food  supply  of  the  Incas 
and  the  Aztecs  before  the  arrival  of  the  Spaniards. 
Certain  it  is  that  throughout  the  whole  of  meridional 
America  there  is  a  strong  tradition  that  at  least  two 
species  of  the  plantain  were  cultivated  long  before  the 
coming  of  the  Europeans.  Furthermore,  it  is  singular 
that  in  all  the  languages  indigenous  to  the  region  where 
the  banana  appears  that  plant  has  a  special  name,  not 
proceeding  from  the  conquerors,  as  was  the  case  with 
the  names  of  many  other  plants,  animals,  and  various 
articles  introduced  into  America  after  its  discovery. 

Grown  over  the  entire  extent  of  the  meridian  of  the 
earth,  the  fruit  of  the  banana  today  forms,  in  large 
part,  the  principal  food  of  a  majority  of  the  peoples 
living  under  the  tropical  zone.  Several  species  and 
numerous  varieties  of  the  plant  appear  throughout  trop- 
ical America,  but  it  is  cultivated  for  commercial  pur- 
poses in  appreciable  quantities  only  along  the  Atlantic 
border,  from  southern  Mexico  to  Colombia,  in  Jamaica, 
Cuba,  San  Domingo,  and  the  Bahamas,  the  far  western 
markets  of  the  United  States  being  plentifully  supplied 
from  the  Hawaiian  Islands  and  Mexico's  South  Pacific 
Coast. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Trapping  the  wild  dog,  or  dingo,  of  Australia,  has 
developed  a  species  of  hunter  peculiar  to  that  country. 
The  dingo  is  a  constant  menace  to  the  sheep  industry, 
and  in  some  districts  its  scalp  is  worth  $75  to  the  man 
who  delivers  it  to  the  pastoral  board.  For  weeks,  per- 
haps months,  the  dog-trapper  camps  in  the  most  deso- 
late ranges,  setting  his  traps  and  watching  with  ready 
rifle  in  the  moonlight  for  a  chance  shot  at  his  enemy. 
His  life  is  the  most  lonely  existence  imaginable,  but 
with  such  good  pay  to  encourage  him  he  is  not  easily 
discouraged,  and  his  patience  and  perseverance  are  re- 
warded. Sometimes  he  may  get  as  many  as  three  or 
four  dogs  in  a  week,  but  as  a  rule  he  gets  three  in  as 
many  months. 


Damon  and  Pythias ;  or.  True  Friendship. 
"Here,  guards  !"   pale  with  fear,   Dionysius  cries, 

"Here,  guards,  yon  intruder  arrest ! 
Tis   Damon — but  ha!   speak,   what   means  this   disguise? 

And   the  dagger   which   gleams   in   thy   vest  ?" 
"  'Twas    to    free,"    says    the   youth,    "this   dear   land    from    its 

chains !" 
"Free  the  land !  wretched  fool,  thou  shalt  die  for  thy  pains," 

"J  am  ready  to  die — I  ask  not  to  live, — 

Yet   three   days  of  respite,   perhaps   thou   mayst  give, 

For  tomorrow,   my   sister   will   wed. 
And  'twould  damp  all  her  joy.  were  her  brother  not  there  ; 
Then  let  me,   I  pray,  to  her  nuptials  repair. 

While  a   friend  remains  here  in  my  stead." 

With  a  sneer  on  his  brow,  and  a  curse  in  his  breast, 

"Thou  shalt  have,"  cries  the  tyrant,  "shalt  have  thy  request  ; 

To  thy  sister  repair,  and  her  nuptials  attend. 
Enjoy  thy  three  days,  but — mark  well  what  I  say — 
Return  on  the  third;  if,  beyond  that  fixed  day. 
There  be  but  one  hour's,   but   one  moment's  delay. 

That  delay  shall  be  death  to  thy  friend !" 

Then  to  Pythias  he  went,  and  he  told  him  his  case ; 

That  true  friend  answered  not,  but,  with   instant  embrace. 

Consenting,   rushed  forth  to   be  bound  in  his  room  ; 
And  now,   as  if  winged  with  new  life   from  above, 
To  his  sister  he  flew,  did  his  errand  of  love. 
And  ere  a  third  morning  had  brightened  the  grove. 

Was  returning  with  joy  to  his  doom. 

But  the  heavens  interpose, 

Stern  the  tempest  arose. 
And  when  the  poor  pilgrim  arrived  at  the  shore, 

Swollen  to  torrents,  the  rills 

Rushed  in  foam  from  the  hills, 
And  crash  went  the  bridge  in  the  whirlpool's  wild  roar. 

Wild'.y  gazing,  despairing,   half  frenzied  he  stood  ; 
Dark,  dark  were  the  skies,  and  dark  was  the  flood, 

And   still   darker  his  lorn  heart's   emotion  ; 
And  he  shouted  for  aid,  but  no   aid  was  at  hand, 
Xo   boat   ventured   forth    from   the   surf-ridden   strand. 
And  the  waves  sprang,  like  woods,  o'er  the  lessening  land, 

And  the  stream  was  becoming  an  ocean. 

Now  with  knees  low  to  earth,  and  with  hands  to  the  skies, 
"Still  the  storm,  God  of  might,  God  of  mercy!"  he  cries — 

"Oh,  hush  with  Thy  breath  this  loud  sea  ; 
The  hours  hurry  by, — the  sun  glows  on  high  ; 
And  should  he  go  down,  and  I  reach  not  yon  town, 

My  friend  he  must  perish  for  me  !" 

Yet  the  wrath  of  the  torrent  still  went  on  increasing, 

And  waves  upon   waves  still  dissolved  without  ceasing,  , 

And  hour  after  hour  hurried  on  ; 
Then  by  anguish  impelled,  hope  and  fear  alike  o'er. 
He,  reckless,  rushed  into  the  waters'  deep  roar ; 
Rose — sunk — struggled  on — till,  at  length,  the  wished  shore, — 

Thanks  to   Heaven's  outstretched  hand — it  is  won! 

But  new  perils  await   him ;   scarce   'scaped   from   the  flood 

And  intent  on  redeeming  each  moment's  delay, 
As  onward  he  sped,   lo  !  from  out  a  dark  wood, 

A  band  of  fierce  robbers  encompassed  his  way. 
"What  would  ye?"  he  cried,  "save  my  life,  I  have  nought; 
Nay,  that  is  the  king's." — Then  swift  having  caught 
A  club  from  the  nearest,  and  swinging  it  round 
With  might  more  than  man's,  he  laid  three  on  the  ground, 
While   the  rest  hurried  off  in  dismay. 

But  the  noon's  scorching  flame 

Soon  shoots   through  his  frame. 
And  he  turns,   faint  and   way-worn,   to   Heaven  with   a   sigh — 

"From  the  flood  and  the  foe, 

Thou'st  redeemed  me,  and  oh ! 
Thus,  by  thirst  overcome,   must  I   effortless  lie. 
And  leave  him,  the  beloved  of  my  bosom  to  die?" 

Scarce   uttered   the  word, 

When  startled  he  heard 
Purling  sounds,  sweet  as  silver's,  fall  fresh  on  his  ear ; 

And  lo  !  a  small  rill 

Trickled  down  from  the  hill ! 
He  heard,  and  he  saw,  and.  with  joy  drawing  near. 
Laved  his  limbs,  slaked  his  thirst,   and  renewed  his  career. 

And  now  the  sun's  beams  through  the  deep  boughs  are  glowing. 
And  rock,  tree,  and  mountain,  their  shadows  are  throwing. 

Huge  and  grim,  o'er  the  meadow's  bright  bloom  ; 
And  two  travelers  are  seen  coming  forth  on  their  way; 
And  just  as  they  pass,  he  hears  one  of  them  say — 

"  "Tis  the  hour  that  was  fixed  for  his  doom  !" 

Still  anguish  gives  strength  to  his  wavering  flight  : 
On  he  speeds  ;  and  lo  !  now  in  eve's  reddening  light 

The  domes  of  far  Syracuse  blend  ; — 
There  Philostratus  meets  him,    (a  servant  grown   gray 
In  his  house),  crying,  "Back!  not  a  moment's  delay; 

No  cares  can  avail  for  thy  friend. 

"No,  nothing  can  save  his  dear  head  from  the  tomb; 

So  think  of  preserving  thine  own. 
Myself,  I  beheld  him  led  forth  to  his  doom  ; 

Ere  this  his  brave  spirit  has  flown  ! 
With  confident  soul  he  stood,  hour  after  hour. 

Thy  return  never  doubting  to  see  ; 
No  sneers  of  the  tyrant  that  faith  could  o'erpower, 

Or  shake  his  assurance  in  thee  !" 

"And  is  it  too  late?  and  can  I  not  save 

His  dear  life?  then,  at  least,   let  me  share   in   his  grave. 

Yes.  death  shall  unite  us!  no  tyrant  shall  say. 

That   friend  to  his  friend  proved  untrue  :   he  may  slay, — 

May  torture. — may  mock  at  all  mercy  and   ruth. 

But  ne'er  shall  he  doubt  of  our  friendship  and  truth." 

'Tis  sunset :  and  Damon  arrives  at  the  gate. 

Sees  the  scaffold  and  multitudes  gazing  he  1 
Already  the  victim   is  bared  for  his  fate, 

Already  the  deathsman  stands  armed   for  the  blow  ; 
When  hark  !  a  wild  voice  which  is  echoed  around. 
"Stay! — 'tis  I — it  is  Damon,  for  whom  he  was  bound  !" 

And  now  they  sink  in  each  other's  embrace, 

And  are  weeping  for  joy  and  despair  ; 
Not  a  soul,  among  thousands,  but  melts  at   their  case, 

Which  swift  to  the  monarch  they  bear; 
Even  he.  too,  is  moved — feels  for  once  as  he  ought — 
And  commands,  that  they  both  to  his  throne  shall  be  In 

Then, — alternately  gazing  on   each  gallant  youth, 

With  looks  of  awe.  wonder,  and   shame  ; — 
"Ye  have  conquered  !"  he  cries,  "yes.   I  see  now  that  truth, — 

That  friendship  is  not  a  mere  name. 
Go; — you're  free:  but,  while  life's  dearest  blessings  you  prove. 

Let  one  prayer  of  your  monarch  be  heard. 
That — his  past  sins  forgot — in  this  union 

And  of  virtue,  you  make  him   the  tliir  ! 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  21,  1912. 


THE   TRAGEDY    OF    THE   ELK. 


Mr.  Dillon  Wallace  Draws  a  Picture  of  Game  Conditions  in 
the  Heart  of  the  Hunting  Country. 


Mr.  Dillon  Wallace  admits  regretfully  that  there  can 
be  no  successful  plea  for  the  wild  animals  of  America 
except  the  plea  of  their  intrinsic  value.  And  the  value 
must  be  not  only  real  but  it  must  be  patent  and  easily 
seen.  So  long  as  the  conservation  of  animal  life 
seemed  to  be  a  theory  of  sentimentalists  nothing  could 
induce  the  state  legislatures  to  provide  anything  in  the 
way  of  protection,  and  even  where  game  laws  exist 
they  are  still  a  matter  of  political  juggling  and  political 
favor.  Winter  after  winter  the  author  tells  us  that  he 
heard  stories  of  appalling  mortality  among  the  elk  of 
Wyoming,  and  in  the  spring  of  1910  he  received  a  per- 
sonal report  that  great  numbers  of  elk  had  starved  to 
death  in  the  national  forest  reserves  in  Montana. 
These  reports,  it  seemed  to  him,  should  be  investigated, 
and  so  he  planned  a  trip  with  saddle  and  pack  animals, 
starting  in  Arizona  and  proceeding  northward  across 
intervening  states  into  Montana,  a  total  distance  of 
nearly  two  thousand  miles.  The  journey  took  him 
through  some  of  the  best  big  game  country  in  the 
United  States,  into  what  may  be  called  the  remnant  of 
the  frontier,  over  big  cattle  ranges,  through  Apache, 
Navajo,  Hopi,  and  Paiute  Indian  country,  across  desert 
reaches,  and  including  a  view  of  the  natural  wonders 
of  the  West.  The  chief  object  of  the  journey  was  to 
study  the  big  game  conditions,  to  learn  something  of 
the  game  laws  and  their  enforcement,  and  to  observe 
the  methods  of  protecting  game  in  the  reserves  and 
throughout  the  unsettled  areas  under  federal  control 
and  where  some  species  of  game  animals  have  been 
practically  exterminated. 

It  was  late  in  a  June  afternoon  of  1910  when  the 
author  reached  Holbrook,  Arizona,  where  he  was  to 
begin  his  long  horseback  journey.  There  was  no  one 
at  the  station  to  meet  the  train,  and  as  he  stood  uncer- 
tain of  his  direction  two  young  men,  booted  and  spurred, 
good-naturedly  came  to  his  assistance: 

"I  reckon  you  want  a  hotel,"  said  one  of  them,  taking  pos- 
session of  my  suitcase  without  further  introduction  and  with 
a  self-reliance  and  air  of  proprietorship  quite  refreshing. 

"I  reckon  I  do,"  I  assented,  as  we  turned  up  the  street  to 
the  northward. 

"Buyin'  broncs  ?"  he  asked. 

"No." 

"Steers?" 

"No." 

"Wool  agent  ?" 

"No.     I  just  came  to  look  around." 

He  was  silent  for  a  few  yards,  then  expressed  his  opinion 
of  my  visit  in  accents  of  disgust. 

"This  is  a  hell  of  a  place  to  come  to  just  t*  look  around. 
Reckon  you've  had  time  since  the  train  left  V  see  most  all 
there  is  t'  see  here.     It's  a  plumb  lonesome  town." 

We  turned  through  a  gateway  over  which  swung  a  sign- 
board bearing  the  legend  "Zuck's  Hotel"  and  into  the  open 
door  of  a  cottage.  Here  he  deposited  my  suitcase  in  the 
middle  of  a  living  room   with  the  remark: 

"Make  yourself  t'  borne.     Somebody'll  show  up  pretty  soon." 

I   offered  him  a  quarter.     "What's  that  for?"   he  asked. 

"For  your   services,"   he   replied. 

"Nope.  Not  me.  You  don't  owe  me  nothin'.  That  aint 
Arizony  way.     Just  make  yourself  t'  home." 

Holbrook,  in  addition  to  being  the  scene  of  many 
gun-fights  in  the  romantic  days  of  not  long  ago,  is  the 
centre  of  an  extensive  cattle  and  sheep  country.  The 
yearly  shipment  of  sheep  is  between  60,000  and  75,000 
and  the  annual  shipment  of  wool  reached  $1,500,000  in 
value : 

It  was  in  Holbrook  that  the  famous  fight  took  place  be- 
tween Sheriff  Commodore  Owens  (Commodore  was  his  Chris- 
tian name,  not  a  title)  and  the  notorious  Blevens-Cooper 
gang  of  desperadoes,  ending  in  the  downfall  of  the  latter  and 
the  general  discouragement  of  bad  men  within  the  county 
presided  over  by  Owens.  Fearless  men,  handy  with  the  gun, 
were  always  chosen  here  for  the  office  of  sheriff.  Owens  pos- 
sessed these  qualifications  to  a  high  degree.  The  Elevens- 
Cooper  gang,  consisting  of  four  members,  had  been  boldly 
terrorizing  the  county  for  some  time.  Every  one  seemed 
afraid  of  them.  Finally  they  became  so  bold  as  to  take  up 
their  quarters  in  Holbrook,  the  county  seat,  and  made  it  their 
base  of  operations. 

Sheriff  Owens  happened  in  town  one  day  and  learned  of 
their  presence.  "I've  got  warrants  for  those  fellows,  and  I 
think  I'll  go  get  them,"  said  he.  There  were  no  volunteers 
to  assist  him  in  his  forlorn  hope,  but  many  warnings  that  the 
desperadoes,  who  were  known  to  be  good  gun  men,  would 
surely  kill  him   if  he   attempted   to   arrest  them. 

He  carried  a  rifle  when  he  knocked  at  the  door.  One  of 
the  gang  opened,  attempted  to  slam  the  door  when  he  saw 
the  sheriff,  and  at  the  same  time  sprang  back  for  his  six- 
shooter  lying  on  a  table,  but  died  before  he  reached  it.  An- 
other— the  youngest  of  the  gang — took  a  pot  shot  at  the 
sheriff  from  a  doorway,  missed,  and  he,  too,  immediately 
ceased  to  exist.  The  other  two  tried  to  escape,  but  the 
sheriff  saw  them,  and  while  one  could  count  two,  both  were 
down.  One  of  these  was  only  wounded.  He  recovered, 
served  a  sentence  in  prison,  and  is  still  living  in  the  neigh- 
borhood, a  peaceable  citizen.  It  is  said  that  during  the  fight 
Sheriff  Owens  never  once  lifted  his  rifle  to  his  shoulder,  but 
fired   every  shot  from  his  hip. 

Ninety-five  miles  from  Holbrook  is  the  Fort  Apache 
military  post,  maintained  for  its  moral  effect  upon  the 
Indians,  who,  but  for  the  presence  of  troops,  might  be- 
come restless  and  commit  depredations.  The  Apaches 
and  the  Paiutes  are,  of  course,  slowly  disappearing, 
thanks  to  the  settled  convictions  of  the  authorities  that 
human  beings  should  live  in  houses  and  not  in  the  open 
air: 

None  of  our  Indians  have  been  more  unjustly  maligned  or 

misunderstood,  perhaps,  than   the  Apaches.     The  Apaches  do 

not   admit   toda"   that   they  have  any   fear  or  stand   in   awe   of 

our  soldiers.     Vhey  claim  that  man  for  man  they  have  never 

been  beaten   by  white  troops  and   that  their  final  subjugation 

was  only   accomplished   by   treacherous   Indian  scouts  leading 

soldier-    to   tl    ir   retreats   and  through   the   destruction   by  the 

i    the  game  upon  which  they  depended  for  suste- 

'  is        the  Apache   point  of   view  and   their  delusion. 

have   stouter  hearts  to   meet   their  changed 


manner  of  living,  and   it  is  well,  for  a  broken-spirited  people 
is  a  dead  people  and  an  encumbrance. 

The  Indian  agent,  Mr.  Coleman,  assured  the  author 
that  so  long  as  the  Apaches  were  treated  honestly  there 
was  nothing  to  be  feared  from  them.  Like  children, 
they  have  a  keen  sense  of  justice.  If  denied  anything 
by  the  agent  they  accept  the  ruling  as  coming  from  a 
parent,  but  if  anything  is  promised  them,  or  an  agree- 
ment made  with  them,  they  expect  a  literal  fulfillment: 

I  made  some  purchases  in  Coleman's  store,  and  in  change 
received  a  government  check  made  out  in  favor  of  an  Indian 
who  could  not  write.  It  is  required  in  cases  of  this  kind 
that  the  endorsement  be  made  with  the  endorser's  "mark," 
witnessed  by  two  signatures.  This  Indian  had  wet  his  thumb 
with  ink  and  pressed  it  upon  the  back  of  the  check,  as  his 
endorsement  mark,  which  to  my  astonishment  was  witnessed 
by  no  less  famous  personages  than  "Theodore  Roosevelt"  and 
"Hoke   Smith." 

"Are   these   signatures  genuine?"   I   asked. 

"Oh,  yes,"  answered  Coleman.  "Teddy  Roosevelt  will  be  in 
tomorrow,  and  you'll  have  an  opportunity  to  meet  him." 

Sure  enough  Teddy  came,  bandanna  handkerchief  around 
his  neck  and  all.  He  was  an  Apache  Indian  policeman.  An- 
other check  was  shown  me  upon  which  the  endorsement  was 
witnessed  by  Abraham  Lincoln  and  Oliver  Cromwell,  and  still 
another  which  bore  the  name  of  George  Washington. 

The  author  has  something  important  to  say  about  the 
danger  of  hypdrophobia  skunks  and  their  habit  of 
attacking  men  in  their  sleep.  He  heard  of  many  well 
authenticated  cases,  and  these  related  not  only  to  the 
small  skunk,  which  was  once  supposed  to  be  the  only 
dangerous  species,  but  also  to  the  larger  kind  well 
known  throughout  the  United  States: 

In  much  of  the  territory  through  which  I  passed  skunks 
are  a  real  menace,  not,  I  may  say,  in  the  open  wilderness,  but 
in  the  vicinity  of  old  ranch  buildings  which  they  infest.  1 
heard  of  several  cases — I  should  say  at  least  a  dozen — where 
sleeping  men  had  been  attacked  by  them  and  had  later  de- 
veloped rabies  and  died.  The  people  bitten  are  almost  in- 
variably poor  sheepherders  or  homesteaders,  unable  to  pay 
their  expenses  to  Chicago  or  Los  Angeles,  the  nearest  points 
at  which  Pasteur  Institutes  are  now  located,  and  even  if  they 
had  the  money  to  meet  these  expenses  they  are  usually  from 
three  to  four  days'  travel  from  the  railroad  when  the  acci- 
dent occurs,  which  with  two  or  three  days  by  train  from  the 
nearest  railroad  station  to  the  institute  combines  to  make 
so   long  a   delay  that   treatment   is   generally   ineffective. 

So  far  as  I  know,  the  only  regions  in  the  United  States 
where  skunks  with  rabies  are  found  are  Arizona,  New  Mexico, 
and  a  section  of  Texas.  The  many  cases  of  death  from  them 
of  which  I  heard  were  all  within  a  comparatively  narrow 
area  and  in  a  thinly  populated  region.  Is  it  not  within  the 
province  of  the  government  to  take  some  steps  to  relieve  the 
inhabitants  of  this  constant  dread?  A  Pasteur  Institute  es- 
tablished say  in  Albuquerque  would  place  treatment  quite  near 
enough  to  be  available. 

Arizona  pays  a  bounty  of  ten  dollars  on  bears  which 
are  harmless  and  which  are  actually  protected  in  other 
states,  and  a  bounty  of  one  dollar  on  skunks.  Natur- 
ally no  one  will  skin  a  skunk  for  a  dollar  and  so  they 
are  allowed  to  increase. 

The  "journey  to  Winslow  was  a  difficult  one,  there 
being  neither  food  nor  water.  The  author  made  a  stay 
of  several  days  here  in  order  to  recuperate  for  the 
desert  journey  of  three  hundred  miles  to  Kanab,  Utah : 

We  registered  at  the  Navajo  Hotel,  said  to  be  the  best 
in  town,  excepting  of  course  Harvey's  Railroad  Hotel.  We 
were  too  rough  looking  for  the  conventional  guests  at  Har- 
vey's. Without  coats,  for  instance,  one  is  not  admitted  to 
his  dining-room,  though  no  question  is  raised  in  connection 
ith  the  lunch  counter  at  the  station.  The  Navajo  Hotel, 
however,  had  very  comfortable  rooms,  well  cared  for,  and  a 
bathroom,  and  we  were  well  content  to  stop  there.  Several 
unique  signs  were  posted  here  and  there  throughout  the 
house.  One  on  the  main  entrance  door  read,  "Closed  on  ac- 
count of  wind.  Pass  through  the  office  and  if  the  clerk  ob- 
jects,  kick  him." 

There  was  no  dining-room  attached  to  the  hotel,  and  we 
took  our  meals  at  one  of  the  Japanese  or  Chinese  restaurants. 
There  are  no  other  restaurants  in  Winslow  save  the  Har- 
vey House.  We  did  very  well,  for  we  had  long  since  passed 
the  particular  stage.  John  did  find  some  fault,  however,  when 
a  steak  was  served  him  with  a  spider  as  large  as  his  thumb 
nail,  its  legs  nicely  spread  out,  and  a  large  horsefly  fried 
brown  and  greasy  on  top.  He  said  he  could  stand  one  at  a 
time,  but  two  on  one  piece  of  steak  was  too  much. 

The  author  gives  us  much  interesting  information  of 
the  Hopi  and  Navajo  Indians.  He  tells  us  that  there 
is  no  instance  of  a  Hopi  being  converted  to  Christianity, 
nor  is  there  need  for  such  conversion,  seeing  that  the 
Hopi  standard  of  morals  is  an  extraordinarily  high  one 
which  would  probably  not  be  maintained  under  a  new 
faith.  At  Cedar  Springs  the  author  met  a  young 
Paiute  buck  who  unceremoniously  shared  the  hospi- 
tality of  the  camp : 

Our  fire  was  scarce  lighted  when  a  young  Paiute  buck 
rode  up,  dismounted,  and  in  the  most  matter-of-course  way 
squatted  by  the  fire  to  await  a  share  of  the  supper  John  was 
cooking.  When  he  had  eaten  his  fill  he  asked  for  tobacco, 
as  though  it  were  his  right.  We  supplied  his  needs  and  he 
sat  with  us  and  smoked  until  dusk.  He  spoke  very  good 
English,  and  before  mounting  bis  pony  to  gallop  away,  re- 
marked : 

"Me  plenty  tobacco  ;  me  money ;  grub  plenty ;  no  poor  In- 
dian.    White   man    always   give   Indian   eat;   smoke." 

He  was  proud  and  wished  us  to  understand  that  he  was 
in  no  sense  a  beggar,  but  a  visitor. 

Usually  the  Indians  met  with  by  the  traveler  along  this 
desert  trail  are  Navajos,  with  an  occasional  Paiute  north  of 
Tuba.  They  are  not  evil-disposed  toward  the  traveler,  and 
their  visits  to  travelers'  camps  are  prompted  by  a  natural 
curiosity  to  see  the  white  man  and  the  white  man's  outfit,  and 
occasionally  they  come  to  barter.  But  the  main  object  is 
always  the  comparative  certainty  of  securing  a  square  meal 
and  a  smoke.  Indians  are  ever  ready  to  eat,  and  tobacco  is 
dear  to  their  hearts. 

On  reaching  Mount  Carmel  in  Utah  the  author  be- 
came the  guest  of  the  Mormon  Bishop  Sorenson.  Be- 
ing without  experience  of  Utah  hospitality  he  hesitated 
to  stop  at  the  first  ranch  to  which  he  came  on  finding 
no  one  at  home: 

The  sun  had  set  before  the  descent  into  the  valley  was  ac- 
complished and  the  river  forded,  and  deep  twilight  had  settled 
when  I  reached  a  ranch  at  the  outskirts  of  the  hamlet.  The 
door  of  the  little  log  ranchhouse  stood  open,  but  the  place  was 
quite  deserted  save  by  a  cat,  dozing  upon  the  doorstep.  A 
fire  in  the  stove  was  not  quite  dead,  and  soiled  dishes  on  a 


table  indicated  that  some  one  had  recently  eaten  and  was 
probably  not  far  away.  My  horses  were  quite  fagged  with 
their  climb  over  the  sandy  ridge,  and  for  a  moment  I  was 
undecided  whether  or  not  I  should  turn  them  into  a  near-by 
corral,  throw  them  hay  from  a  stack  of  alfalfa,  and  take 
possession  of  the  house  myself.  In  Arizona  I  should  have 
felt  quite  free  to  do  this,  but  as  yet  I  had  not  learned  the 
temper  of  the  people  of  southern  Utah  and  I  therefore  re- 
mounted and  rode  on.  A  little  way  up  the  village  street  I 
met  a  horseman  and  inquired  of  him  : 

"Can   I  get  forage  for  my  horses  anywhere  here?" 
''There's     an     outfit     just     ahead     with     a     load     of     hay. 
It's     Eishop     Sorenson.      He'll    fix    you    out,"     he     answered. 
"Why  didn't  you  stop  at  my  ranch," 
"Is  that  your  ranch   a  mile  back?" 
"You  bet." 

"I  stopped,  but  no  one  was  home  but  the  cat." 
"No,    I'm   bachin'.     You    should    have   gone   in    and    asked 
no  questions.     Cat  wouldn't  ha'  said  a  damn  word.     Sorry  ye' 
didn't  stop." 

The  poplar,  we  are  told,  is  characteristic  of  all  Mor- 
mon settlements  and  the  author  came  instinctively  to 
think  of  poplars  as  inverted  beards  of  Mormon  elders 
and  to  wonder  if  the  Mormons  favored  this  as  their 
shade  tree  because  of  the  resemblance. 

Eighteen  miles  beyond  the  head  of  Long  Valley  lies 
Hatch,  and  Mr.  Wallace  tells  us  that  as  he  was  ap- 
proaching it  he  met  a  horseman: 

"How  far  is  it  to   Hatch  ?"   I   inquired. 

"Eight  miles;  maybe  a  little  less,"  he  answered. 

This  was  encouraging.  Two  or  three  miles  further  on  I 
met  another. 

"How  far  to  Hatch  ?"  I  asked. 

"Plumb  twelve  miles,  an'  long  ones,"  he  advised,  and  my 
spirits  fell. 

Presently  I  met  another,  and  still  anxious  to  learn  what 
progress  I  was  making,  I  again  put  the  question,  "How  far 
to  Hatch?" 

"Not  more'n  six  miles." 

I  was  again  hopeful  and  expectant  of  soon  discovering 
Hatch,  until  at  the  end  of  another  two  miles  an  individual 
insisted  that  Hatch  was  still  "ten  good,  long  miles  away." 
The  explanation  of  these  various  and  discordant  estimates  is 
that  unmeasured  distances  are  invariably  gauged  by  travelers 
in  accordance  with  the  speed  of  their  mounts.  One  riding 
a  good  horse  is  certain  to  underestimate ;  one  riding  a  poor 
one  as  certain  to  overestimate. 

In  his  chapter  on  "Disappearing  Game'*  the  author 
makes  some  severe  strictures  upon  the  inadequacy  of 
the  laws  and  their  lax  enforcement.  Everywhere  there 
is  the  curse  of  politics,  which  leads  to  the  appointment 
of  men  wholly  unfitted  for  their  duties  and  without 
either  knowledge  or  character: 

Under  the  present  methods  universally  in  vogue  throughout 
the  United  States,  the  commissioner  receives  his  appointment 
through  political  preferment,  irrespective  of  qualification. 
He,  in  turn,  appoints  his  wardens  because  they  are  good  party 
men,  who  have  lent  their  aid  to  the  advancement  of  party 
interests.  Their  qualification  for  the  position  does  not  enter 
very  largely  into  the  question.  I  have  no  doubt  those  now 
holding  office  under  this  plan  and  the  politicians  who  wish 
to  retain  as  many  political  plums  for  distribution  as  possible 
would  oppose  such  change  strongly  and  be  highly  indignant 
at  the  charge  that  the  present  system  is  not  wholly  adequate, 
but  it  is,  nevertheless,  true  that  it  is  highly  inadequate. 

I  know  one  game  commissioner  who  it  is  generally  claimed 
throughout  his  state,  does  not  know  a  prairie  chicken  from  a 
spruce  grouse.  He  was  appointed  as  a  reward  for  activity 
during  a  political  campaign,  and  to  make  a  place  for  him 
an  unusually  competent  commissioner,  a  man  who  had  made  a 
life  study  of  animals  and  their  habits,  was  deposed.  In  one  big 
game  section  I  asked  if  the  local  wardens  took  an  active  and 
intelligent  interest  in  the  game.  The  answer  was  "Yes,  the 
poker  game ;  but  no  other."  This  applies  equally  well  to 
many  sections. 

Upon  reaching  Jackson's  Hole  in  Wyoming,  Mr.  Wal- 
lace received  full  confirmation  of  the  tragedy  of  the 
elk.  He  tells  us  that  it  was  the  one  subject  of  con- 
versation : 

At  the  point  where  I  forded  the  Hoback  the  first  indica- 
tions of  dead  elk  were  seen,  and  all  along  the  trail  from  the 
Hoback  to  the  Gros  Ventre  were  scattered  bones  and  tufts  of 
hair  of  animals  that  had  starved.  Bark-stripped  willows  and 
quaking  aspens  and  twigs  and  limbs  as  large  as  one's  fingers, 
gnawed  down  by  famished  animals  in  a  vain  attempt  to  find 
sustenance  in  dead  sticks,  told  the  story  of  misery  and  suf- 
fering. 

On  the  fields  wherever  I  walked  and  through  the  foothills 
were  the  bones  of  innumerable  elk  that  had  perished  within 
two  years.  At  some  points  the  bones  literally  lay  in  piles 
about  bunches  of  willow  with  gnawed-off  limbs  and  groves  of 
quaking  aspens  stripped  bare  of  bark. 

Leek  told  me  that  there  had  been  times  when  he  could 
walk  half  a  mile  on  the  bodies  of  dead  elk.  Others  reite- 
rated this  statement.  One  ranchman  was  prepared  to  make 
an  affidavit  that  within  a  small  area  in  the  lower  end  of  the 
Hole  he  had  actually  counted  the  bodies  of  sixteen  hundred 
dead  elk,  in  the  spring  of  1909.  Another  stated  that  when 
the  snow  of  that  spring  melted  two  thousand  bodies  lay 
within  a  radius  of  one  mile  of  his  house.  Another  said  that 
within  a  like  radius  at  another  point  he  had  seen  five  thousand 
bodies. 

Many  other  reputable  ranchmen,  in  describing  the  awful 
stench  arising  in  early  summer  from  the  putrefying  bodies  of 
dead  animals,  asserted  that  several  families  had  been  com- 
pelled temporarily  to  abandon  their  homes,  made  uninhabit- 
able by  the  odor.  Every  one  told  of  the  water  in  early 
summer,  slimy  and  reeking  with  decaying  elk  flesh  and  made 
unwholesome  for  man  or  beast.  One  ranchman  asserted  that 
within  a  period  of  twenty  years'  residence  in  Jackson's  Hole 
he  had  seen  upwards  of  fifty  thousand  elk  perish  from  starva- 
tion. 

There  is  much  more  to  the  same  effect  and  it  makes 
a  pitiful  story  both  from  the  humanitarian  and  the 
economic   points   of  view. 

The  author's  journey  ended  at  Emigrant,  Montana. 
It  was  a  journey  undertaken  in  the  public  interest  and 
with  a  view  to  remedying  a  state  of  affairs  of  which 
Mr.  Wallace  says:  "It  is  unbelievable  that  a  Christian 
nation  would  permit,  to  say  nothing  of  being  re- 
sponsible for,  such  a  condition  as  exists."  To  say  that 
his  book  is  well  calculated  to  arouse  the  public  con- 
science is  probably  the  highest  praise  that  the  author 
would  covet. 

Saddle  and  Camp  in  the  Rockies:  An  Expert's 
Picture  of  Game  Conditions  in  the  Heart  of  Our 
Hunting  Country.  By  Dillon  Wallace.  New  York: 
Outing  Publishing  Company;  $1.75  net. 


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The  Moth. 
Mr.  Orcutt  chooses  a  familiar  figure  as 
the  heroine  of  his  story.  Mrs.  Lucy  Spencer 
is  rich,  beautiful,  giddy,  and  selfish,  but  with 
those  weak  impulses  toward  right  that  seem 
to  accentuate  rather  than  to  palliate  her  fol- 
lies. As  a  counterfoil  to  Lucy  and  her  con- 
temptible husband  we  have  Ned  Cunningham 
and  his  wife  Margaret,  who  belong  to  the 
same  social  circle  and  who  devote  themselves 
— it  must  be  admitted  in  a  rather  priggish 
way — to  the  reformation  of  Lucy.  Certainly 
she  needs  reformation.  She  is  doubtless  safe 
when  she  throws  her  arms  around  Cunning- 
ham's neck  and  dares  him  to  kiss  her,  which 
he  unaccountably  does  not  do,  but  when  she 
begins  to  flirt  with  Captain  Auchester,  who 
has  the  military  instinct  in  such  matters,  we 
feel  that  the  moth  is  flying  very  close  to  the 
flame.  Indeed  Lucy  confesses  as  much  to 
Cunningham  as  we  take  leave  of  her  in  the 
last  chapter.  She  says :  "I  have  been  the 
moth,  dazzled  by  the  light  and  hovering  about 
the  flame.  Now  I  stand  on  the  threshold,  ap- 
palled by  the  possibilities  you  have  taught  me 
to  see  and  wondering  if  I  can  discover  their 
meaning."  The  author  knows  how  to  tell  a 
story,  hut  the  reader  is  likely  to  wonder  if 
Lucy  is  worthy  of  her  place  as  heroine  even 
with  the  odor  of  sanctity  in  which  we  bid  her 
an  unregretful  farewell. 

The    Moth.      By    William    Dana    Orcutt.      New 
York:  Harper  &  Brothers;  $1.30  net 


The  Roses  of  Crein. 
This  is  an  historical  story  of  some  merit. 
The  scene  is  laid  in  France  at  the  time  when 
Pope  Innocent  III  was  invoking  the  aid  of 
Philip  Augustus  of  France  against  the  heret- 
ical provinces  of  Provence  and  Languedoc, 
and  especially  against  Raymond  VI,  Count  of 
Toulouse.  The  hero  of  the  story  is  Count 
Eertrand  of  Crein,  who  has  been  sent  from 
Toulouse  to  Paris  by  the  Lord  of  Gervaudan 
in  order  to  meet  and  escort  his  betrothed, 
Lady  Rosamunde  de  Tracey.  Count  Bertrand 
meets  the  lady  and  he  also  meets  and  defies 
the  papal  emissaries,  and  so  insures  for  him- 
self a  troublous  journey  homeward.  More- 
over, he  finds  himself  falling  in  love  with  his 
beautiful  charge,  a  grievous  situation  for  an 
honorable  man,  but  one  by  no  means  new  to 
the  records  of  romance.  We  know  at  once 
that  the  Lady  Rosamunde  is  intended  by  fate 
for  Count  Bertrand  and  for  no  one  else  and 
we  wait  with  some  equanimity  while  the  au- 
thor makes  satisfactory  arrangements  to  that 
end.  The  story  itself  is  a  thoroughly  good 
one.  but  no  small  part  of  its  interest  is  due 
to  its  faithful  picture  of  French  life  at  a 
time  when  a  barbarous  ferocity  was  the  order 
of  the  day  and  when  the  horrors  of  civil  war 
were  only  a  shade  more  acute  than  those  of 
feudal  peace. 

The  Roses  of  Crein*.     By  Beryl  Symons.     New 
York:   D.  Appleton  &  Co. 


In  the  Heart  of  the  Vosges. 

We  have  no  other  such  interpreter  of 
France  as  Miss  Betham-Edwards,  certainly  no 
other  whose  descriptive  charm  is  so  great  or 
who  writes  with  an  enthusiasm  so  contagious. 
The  Vosges  country,  she  reminds  us,  is  but 
little  known,  although  French  sentiment  is 
there  to  be  found  in  its  highest  intensity.  We 
are  here  on  the  borders  of  the  lost  provinces 
and  the  sense  of  that  loss  never  weakens  for 
an  instant.  It  is  the  one  painful  feature  of 
Vosges  travel.  But  the  region  has  little  to 
offer  to  the  average  tourist.  It  is  too  unob- 
trusive to  become  popular.  "Nothing  to  see 
here  and  nothing  to  do,"  says  the  author, 
would  be  the  verdict  of  most  globe-rotters. 

But  perhaps  Miss  Betham-Edwards  is  too 
severe  or  else  rates  her  own  descriptive 
powers  too  low.  Certainly  the  Vosges  has 
nothing  to  offer  to  those  whose  conception  of 
pleasure  is  the  cafe  chantant  of  the  metropo- 
lis, but  to  those  who  love  France  because  it 
is  French  the  prospect  is  certainly  an  alluring 
one.  Here  in  Strasburg  was  born  Gustave 
Dore  and  here  as  a  boy  of  ten  he  won  his 
first  laurels.  The  author  devotes  two  delight- 
ful chapters  to  Dore  and  others  no  less  de- 
lightful to  Quissac  and  Sauve.  to  Montauban, 
and  to  the  Pyrenean  Valley.  Nothing  escapes 
her  attention  and  she  illuminates  everything 
with  a  certain  eager  energy  that  seems  to 
create  a  mental  picture  in  the  reader.  The 
Vosges  is  assuredly  a  territory  to  be  included 
in  future  itineraries,  and  this  in  spite  of  the 
warning  to  the  "average  tourist,"  a  warning 
that  we  put  on  one  side  as  irrelevant.  There 
are  sixteen  well-chosen  illustrations,  including 
some  amazing  sketches  by  the  infant  Dore. 

In  the  Heart  of  the  Vosges.  By  Miss  Bethain 
Edwards.     Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co. 


The  Children  of  Alsace. 

There  seems  no  good  reason  why  the  trans- 
lator of  a  novel  shou'.d  not  translate  also  the 
title,  or  why  he  should  destroy  the  titular 
identity  of  the  story  by  giving  it  a  new  name. 
Rene  Bazin  called  this  novel  "Les  Oberles," 
which  is  the  family  name  of  his  hero.  In  its 
English  form  it  appears  under  the  title  of 
"The  Children  of  Alsace,"  possibly  a  better 
title,  but  not  the  author's  title. 

It  is  commonly  said  that  Germany  blun- 
dered when  she  annexed  the  Rhine  provinces 
and  so  created  an  incurable  wound  and  a  per- 

netnM     =nrp         R^/in     shows    US    how    real     WaS 


the  outrage  inflicted  upon  French  sentiment, 
how  exhaustless  the  passion  of  resentment 
that  it  produced.  If  we  can  imagine  the  feel- 
ings of  Californians  under  Japanese  domina- 
tion we  can  appreciate  the  ignominy  of  Al- 
sace under  a  German  flag,  which  typifies  not 
only  another  nation,  but  another  race,  the 
struggle  between  Latin  and  Teuton  that  began 
two  thousarid  years   ago. 

Bazin's  story  is  so  well  known  in  the 
French  that  its  English  version  needs  no  ex- 
tended comment.  Here  we  find  the  greatest 
of  living  French  novelists  on  a  theme  which 
unites  all  his  countrymen  and  which  enables 
him  to  give  full  expression  to  his  tempera- 
ment, half  mystic,  wholly  patriotic,  and  with 
that  pervasive  melancholy  almost  inseparable 
from  the  artistic  mind  that  contemplates  mod- 
ern problems.  Bazin  knows  how  to  personify 
the  spirit  of  Alsace.  National  sentiment  be- 
comes his  chief  character  and  it  is  the  living 
force  from  the  soil  that  animates  the  Oberles 
and  produces  the  family  dramas  that  reflect 
the  larger  struggles  of  nations.  Bazin  has 
never  done  anything  more  finely  French  than 
this  nor  anything  of  a  better  literary  work- 
manship. 

The  Children  of  Alsace.  By  Rene  Bazin. 
New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $1.30  net. 


In  Search  of  Arcady. 
With  the  eugenist  abroad  in  the  land  there 
should  be  a  welcome  for  the  story  of  in- 
herited traits,  while  even  those  who  are  not 
eugenists  may  accept  the  charm  of  a  clever 
romance  as  palliation  for  the  faulty  science. 
Here  we  have  a  British  aristocrat  in  search 
of  a  wife,  a  young  society  lady  who  responds 
to  a  periodic  call  of  the  wild  by  touring  the 
countryside  as  a  gipsy  peddler,  and  finally  an 
explanation  of  these  eccentricities  that  will 
satisfy  the  theorist,  gratify  the  lover,  and  de- 
light the  reader.  Incidentally  we  have  a  lot 
of  inside  information  about  gipsies  and  their 
life  that  seems  to  be  authentic  and  that  is 
certainly  interesting.  The  author  has  not 
only  chosen  a  good  plot,  but  her  construc- 
tion is  careful  and  complete — a  rare  virtue. 

In  Search  of  Arcady.  By  Nina  Wilcox  Put- 
nam. New  York:  Doubleday,  Page  &  Co. ;  $1.20 
net. 


The  Spell  of  France. 
This  useful  and  attractive  volume  by  Caro- 
line Atwater  Mason  is  issued  in  The  Spell 
series,  already  containing  uniform  works  on 
Italy,  Holland,  and  England.  It  may  be  de- 
scribed not  unjustly  as  a  guide-book,  inasmuch 
that  it  guides,  but  it  performs  its  duty  in  a 
pleasant  narrative  and  conversational  way 
that  entitles  it  to  fireside  perusal  as  well  as 
to  consultation  en  route.  The  author  tells  us 
little  about  hotels  and  communications,  but 
much  of  history,  art,  and  literature,  which  is 
exactly  as  it  should  be.  The  traveler  who 
entrusts  himself  to  this  competent  guidance  is 
not  likely  to  overlook  much  that  is  worth 
seeing  and  knowing.  There  are  fifty  good  il- 
lustrations. 

The    Spell    of    France.      By    Caroline    Atwater 
Mason.     Boston:  L.  C.  Page  &  Co.;  $2.50  net- 


Briefer  Reviews. 
"Bunty  Prescott  at  Englishman's  Camp,"  by 
Major  M.  J.  Phillips  (the  Reilly  &  Britton 
Company;  $1),  has  two  noticeable  virtues.  As 
a  story  it  is  of  the  kind  that  captivates  the 
boyish  mind,  while  its  information  as  to  the 
essentials  of  camping  out  is  complete  and  re- 
liable. 

"The  English  History  Story-Book,"  by  Al- 
bert F.  Blaisdell  and  Francis  K.  Ball  (Little, 
Brown  &  Co. ;  75  cents),  is  intended  for  young 
children,  which  explains  the  extreme  brevity 
of  the  stories.  Of  these  there  are  forty-five, 
ranging  in  date  from  the  Roman  Conquest  to 
the  death  of  Queen  Victoria. 

Forbes  &  Co.  have  published  an  edition  of 
"Ben  King's  Southland  Melodies,"  with  pho- 
tographic illustrations  by  Essie  Collins 
Matthews  and  Leigh  Richmond  Miner.  Any 
word  of  praise  for  this  contribution  to  negro 
literature  would  be  superfluous.  It  is  enough 
to  say  that  it  has  been  published  in  worthy 
form,  handsomely  printed,  and  artistically 
decorated. 

Little,  Brown  &  Co.  are  to  be  congratulated 
on  a  reissue  of  that  juvenile  classic  known 
as  "Little  Women."  by  Louisa  M.  Alcott. 
Nearly  a  million  copies  of  this  story  have 
been  sold,  it  has  been  successfully  dramatized, 
and  it  should  now  have  a  fresh  leaf  of  life 
from  this  handsome  new  edition  with  its  clear 
type  and  admirable  illustrations.  The  price 
is  $1.50  net. 

The  Baker  &  Taylor  Company  have  pub- 
lished a  little  volume  of  poems  by  "John  Car- 
ter" entitled  "Hard  Labor."  It  will  be  re- 
membered that  the  author  was  confined  in  a 
Minnesota  prison  and  that  his  poetry  at- 
tracted such  attention  as  to  lead  to  his  re- 
lease— one  of  those  sentimental  absurdities  to 
which  we  are  prone.  However,  here  are  the 
poems,  or  some  of  them. 

Enterpe  Craies,  author  of  "Recipes  from 
East  and  West"  (E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $1  net), 
says,  "My  chief  aim  has  been  to  awaken  in 
English  households  an  appreciation  of  the  culi- 
nary skill  of  other  nations."  To  this  end 
there  are  recipes  from  Greece,  Turkey, 
Sweden,  Holland,  France,  Italy,  and  Spain  so 
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"The  Story  of  Old  Fort  Dearborn,"  by  J. 
Seymour  Currey  (A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.), 
comes  opportunely  for  the  one  hundredth  an- 
niversary of  the  massacre  which  occurred  on 
August  15.  Mr.  Currey  gives  us  a  popular 
account  of  the  first  fort,  which  was  built  in 
1803  and  which  stood  until  the  destruction  of 
the  garrison  by  the  Pottawattami   Indians. 

"Studies  and  Appreciations"  has  now  been 
added  to  the  uniform  edition  of  She  works  of 
William  Sharp,  arranged  by  Mrs.  Sharp  and 
in  course  of  issue  by  Duffield  &  Co.  Some  of 
the  more  vital  essays  in  the  volume  are  de- 
voted to  "The  Sonnet,"  "Shakespeare's  Son- 
nets," "Sainte  Beuve,"  "Some  Dramas  of 
Gabrielle    D'Annunzio,"    and    "Sainte-Beuve." 

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of  the  last  adventures  of  the  takers  of  Troy, 
of  the  passing  of  Achilles,  the  contest  for  his 
arms,  the  taking  of  Troy,  the  voyages  of 
Teucer,  the  happenings  in  Egypt,  and  of  the 
home-coming  of  Agamemnon.  The  descrip- 
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colored  illustrations  are  works  of  art. 

From  the  pen  of  Mr.  Howard  V.  Suther- 
land comes  a  second  series  of  "Idylls  of 
Greece"  (Desmond  FitzGerald,  Inc.).  We 
need  not  doubt  Mr.  Sutherland's  poetic  powers 
or  his  unerring  preference  for  simplility  in 
idea  and  language.  He  has  a  place  in  the 
ranks  of  poets  even  with  such  competition  as 
is  implied  by  a  Grecian  theme.  The  con- 
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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Mastering  Flame. 

The  American  husband  is  receiving  a  full 
measure  of  castigation  nowadays,  in  fiction  as 
well  as  elsewhere.  Invited  to  regard  himself 
as  a  money-getter  and  nothing  else,  he  is  now 
blamed  because  he  is  not  also  a  poet  and  a 
lover.  And  when  his  wife  leaves  him  in  her 
search  for  self-expression  and  the  other 
things  that  the  modern  woman  is  supposed  to 
want  he  is  told  that  he  may  thank  his  own 
inadequacy  as  a  man  for  his  loss. 

''Mastering  Flame,"  of  anonymous  author- 
ship, is  the  story  of  a  woman,  appropriately 
called  Liiith,  whose  soul  remains  dormant  un- 
til it  meets  the  stimulating  sympathy  of  a 
man  who  is  not  her  husband.  Liiith  Armi- 
stead  is  described  as  beautiful  and  voluptuous, 
passively  accepting  the  luxuries  heaped  upon 
her  by  her  husband,  but  unaware  of  her  real 
possibilities  as  a  woman.  In  fact  she  is  a 
mere  lovely  doll,  a  sort  of  harem  queen,  which 
would  seem  to  be  her  own  fault,  although  we 
are  quite  prepared  to  find  that  it  is  the  fault 
of  her  husband.  When  Armistead  goes  to 
Hongkong  on  business  he  takes  his  wife  with 
him,  and  as  he  has  to  travel  in  the  interior  he 
leaves  Liiith  and  her  cousin  in  the  care  of 
his  friend,  Randal  Wayne,  who  is  American 
consul.  Wayne  is  a  sort  of  mystic  dreamer, 
wholly  without  ambition  and  too  lazy  to  work. 
Saturated  with  the  spirit  of  the  East  and  of 
ingratiating  manners,  he  is  admirably  quali- 
fied for  the  task  of  arousing  the  latent  soul 
of  Liiith,  and  this  he  succeeds  in  doing  with 
the  most  gratifying  results.  When  Armistead 
awakes  to  the  situation  and  proposes  to  adjust 
matters  with  a  revolver  he  is  soothed  by 
Wayne's  explanation  that  the  transfigured 
Liiith,  the  Liiith  with  a  soul,  is  the  work  of 
both  of  them,  a  sort  of  joint  product.  Her 
husband  had  given  her  the  beauty  she  craved  ; 
"and  I— completed  what  3'ou  had  begun.  It 
is  together  we  made  this  woman."  ''Master- 
ing Flame"  was  presumably  written  by  a 
woman  and  therefore  it  would  be  superfluous 
to  combat  its  pervasive  theory  that  the  femi- 
nine soul  must  be  aroused  by  male  intimacy. 

Mastering  Flame.  New  York:  Mitchell  Ken- 
nerley;  $1.35  net 


"Charge  It." 
Mr.  Irving  Bacheller  writes  a  good-humored 
extravaganza  against  all  those  social  sins  of 
prodigality  and  display  that  may  be  grouped 
under  the  head  of  "charge  it."  His  little 
storj'i  he  says,  is  built  upon  facts.  For  ex- 
ample, there  was  actually  a  lady  who  sent 
for  her  physician  in  the  middle  of  the  night, 
compelling  him  to  make  a  long  journey  on 
horseback,  and  then  said  to  him  :  "Dawctah, 
I  have  a  nahsty  little  pimple  on  my  right 
cheek,  and  I  really  cahn't  go  to  the  ball,  you 
know,  unless  it  is  cuahed.  Won't  you  kindly 
— ah — see  what  can  be  done."  The  doctor 
valued  his  services  on  that  occasion  at  a  hun- 
dred dollars  and  was  told  to  "charge  it." 
Equally  true  is  the  story  of  the  society  lady 
who  was  complimented  upon  her  beautiful 
hair  and  who  replied  :  "I  have  been  taking 
lessons  of  the  professor  and  have  produced 
this  hair  by  concentration.  It  is  a  creation 
of  the  new  thought,  and  so  wonderful  that  I 
could  almost  forgive  one  for  not  believing 
me.".  Moreover,  the  change  had  been  instan- 
taneous. The  little  sketch  is  distinctly 
amusing,  but  it  is  to  be  feared  that  the  social 
evil  with  which  it  deals  will  not  be  cured  by- 
little  sketches. 

"Charge  It."     By  Irving  Bacheller.     New  York: 
Harper  &  Brothers;   $1   net. 


The  Sunken  Submarine. 
Captain  Danrit  tells  the  story  of  six  days* 
imprisonment  in  a  disabled  submarine  with  a 
detail  and  an  intensity  that  remind  us  of 
Jules  Verne.  The  submarine  is  the  French 
boat  Dragon-Fly,  and  the  adventure  happens 
off  the  African  coast  in  thirty  fathoms  of 
water.  Rescue  finally  comes  through  the  aid 
of  a  young  woman,  and  in  the  introduction  of 
this  element  of  romance  the  author  shows  the 
same  skill  as  in  his  depiction  of  the  main  ad- 
venture. We  ought  to  hear  more  of  Captain 
Danrit.  Few  writers  combine  such  a  power 
of  description  with  such  an  attention  to  de- 
tail and  such  a  technical  accuracy. 

The    Sunken    SreMARiNE.      By    Captain    Danrit. 
Boston:  Little,  Brown  &  Co.;  SI. 25  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Beethoven's  love  affair  with  the  Countess 
Giucciardi  has  been  made  the  centre  of  a 
novel  by  John  Xordling  which  has  already 
run  into  several  editions  in  Sweden,  the  land 
of  its  origin.  The  book  is  called  in  English 
"The  Moonlight  Sonata,"  after  Beethoven's 
"Quasi,  Una  Fantasia."  English,  French, 
Italian,  Dutch,  and  Russian  editions  are  in 
preparation. 

Owen  Wister  has  bought  a  tract  of  3300 
acres  be-  .-.  :tn  Lakeside  and  Alpine,  Cali- 
fornia, for  which  he  paid  $5000. 

The  claim  that  women  have  captured  the 
field  of  popular  fiction  along  with  other  fields 
in  which  they  compete  on  equal  terms  with 
men  is  hardly  ubstantiaied  by  the  year's  rec- 
ord. An  examination  of  the  Bookman's  list 
of  the  "six  be>t  sellers"  for  each  month  since 
January  1  shows  that  eighteen  novels 
hi:  distinction  of  popularity.  Of 
_-e    written    by    men,    eight    by 


women.  Thirteen  out  of  the  eighteen  were 
the  work  of  American  authors ;  only  five 
"came  over  from  England."  It  was  not  so 
twenty  years  ago. 

Early  in  October  Henry  Holt  &  Co.  will 
add  ten  new  volumes  to  the  Home  University 
Library.  These  new  volumes  bring  the  total 
of  this  series  of  new  fifty-cent  books  up  to 
fifty-six. 

Montague  Glass,  creator  of  "Potash  &  Perl- 
mutter,"  and  whose  new  book,  "Elkan 
Lubliner:  American,"  is  to  be  published  this 
fall,  recently  left  for  Europe  with  Mrs.  Glass. 
They  will  settle  down  in  some  little  town  in 
Spain,  where  they  will  live  for  a  year. 
After  this  they  expect  to  return  to  New  York, 
but  all  during  that  time  Mr.  Glass  will  con- 
tinue his  work. 

James  Otis,  the  well-known  writer  of 
stories  for  juveniles,  whose  real  name  is 
James  Otis  Kaler,  was  gratified  during  a  re- 
cent sojourn  in  the  northern  part  of  Maine 
to  find  a  guide  reading  his  book,  "Boy  Scouts 
in  the  Maine  Woods."  Still  more  when  the 
woodsman  exclaimed :  "By  George,  Mr.  Kaler, 
this  man  Otis  knows  what  he  is  talking  about, 
and  he's  the  first  fellow  who  has  written  a 
book  about  the  Maine  woods  that  I  have 
ever  read  that  did." 

T.  W.  and  A.  A-  Wilby,  the  authors  of 
"On  the  Trail  to  Sunset,"  published  by 
Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.,  which  describes  in  ro- 
mantic form  the  adventures  of  a  party  of  au- 
tomobilists  on  a  transcontinental  tour  from 
Xew  York  to  the  Pacific  and  back,  are  now 
to  make  the  first  automobile  trip  across 
Canada  from  the  Atlantic  to  the  Pacific  The 
automobile  highway  across  the  United  States 
is  now  a  well-defined  one,  but  the  Wilbys  will 
be  veritable  pioneers  on  their  journey  across 
Canada. 

D.  Appleton  &  Co.  have  just  brought  out  a 

new  completely  revised  edition  of  "The  Work 
of  Wall  Street,"  by  Sereno  S.  Pratt,  secretary 
of  the   Xew  York   Chamber  of  Commerce. 

In  the  suggestive  and  sympathetic  chapters 
Lord  Rosebery  published  under  the  title  of 
"Xapoleon ;  the  Last  Phase,"  occurs  the  state- 
ment that  "Pointkowski  remains  a  figure  of 
mystery,  but  his  appearance  and  career  at 
Longwood  still  require  elucidation."  It  is 
that  mystery  which  G.  L.  de  St.  M.  Watson 
has  essayed  to  probe  in  his  forthcoming  book, 
"A  Polish  Exile  with  Xapoleon,"  which  Little, 
Brown  &:  Co.  will  publish  in  this  country. 

Eleanor  Hallowell  Abbott's  "The  Sick-a- 
Bed  Lady"  has  just  gone  to  press  for  the 
ninth  time.  Miss  Abbott's  earlier  book  suc- 
cess, "Molly  Make-Believe,"  has  been  drama- 
tized, and  is  being  presented  in  different 
cities. 

E.  P.    Dutton    &    Co.    publish    this    week 

"Woman  Adrift;  The  Menace  of  Suffragism," 
by  Harold  Owen.  Mr.  Owen  enquires  into 
the  nature  of  a  vote ;  delves  into  history  to 
examine  the  natural  status  of  women;  deals 
with  the  question  of  voting  women  from  both 
social  and  physiological  viewpoints  ;  takes  the 
arguments  of  the  leading  feminists  and  dis- 
sects them. 

A.  M.  Robertson,  the  San  Francisco  pub- 
lisher, continues  his  established  custom  of 
bringing  out  the  work  of  Western  poets  by 
publishing  this  week  "Out  of  Nature's  Creed," 
by  Thomas  Xunan,  the  music  critic  of  the 
Examiner.  Mr.  X'unan's  poem  is  a  song  of 
optimism. 

Rosamond  Xapier,  whose  latest  book,  "Tam- 
sie,"  has  just  been  issued  by  the  George  H. 
Doran  Company,  began  her  literary  endeavor 
with  a  volume  of  poetr3r  published  when  she 
was  only  sixteen.  Her  choice  of  career  was 
that  of  a  professional  singer,  but  a  protracted 
illness  denied  to  her  the  gratification  of  this 
ambition.  However,  as  a  result  of  this  ill- 
ness, extending  over  eleven  years,  literature, 
especially  fiction,  has  been  enriched  by  the 
products  of  her  pen,  chief  among  which  are 
"The  Heart  of  a  Gypsy."  "The  Faithful  Fail- 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


187 


'OFFICER  666.' 


Augustin  MacHugh  had  an  inspiration 
when  he  designated  "Officer  666'"  as  melo- 
dramatic farce.  It  is  a  capital  play  of  its 
kind ;  one  of  those  pieces  that  seem,  except 
for  the  melodramatic  side,  mere  gay  foolery. 
But  it  takes  cleverness  to  write  this  kind  of 
foolery,  and  shrewdness  to  so  clearly  esti- 
mate just  what  the  public  likes  enthusiastic- 
ally.    And   the  public  dotes   on   "Officer  666." 

Where  the  inspiration  comes  in,  in  con- 
structing a  melodramatic  farce,  is  in  this 
way :  the  fact  that  the  play  is  a  farce  gives 
the  author  license  to  introduce  all  kinds  of 
improbabilities,  and  these  improbabilities  lead 
up  to  the  me'odramatic  situations  without 
criticism  on  the  part  of  the  spectator,  who 
is  abandoning  himself  gayly  to  a  farcical  at- 
mosphere. Then,  in  the  middle  of  the  farce, 
he  suddenly  finds  himself  in  the  whirl  of 
melodrama ;  and  good  melodrama,  too,  be- 
cause it  gives  him  thrills.  In  fact,  melo- 
drama of  the  "Sherlock  Holmes"  type.  Here 
we  are,  laughing  gayly  one  moment  and  the 
next  with  lips  parted  in  suspense,  thrilling 
over  the  cool  resolution  and  dauntless  cour- 
age of  a  high-class  desperado  caught  in  a 
trap  from  which  apparently  there  is  no  es- 
caping. 

We  have  some  kind  of  conception  of  the 
underlying  kinship  between  the  sheep  and  the 
goats,  try  to  evade  it  though  we  may.  Thus 
we  luxuriate,  in  "Officer  666,'"  in  a  feeling 
of  sympathy  for  the  art-loving  picture-thief 
caught  in  this  closely  guarded  trap.  For  it 
is  a  human  instinct  to  sympathize  with  any 
living  creature  that  is  trapped,  provided  one 
be   not   the   trapper. 

The  story  of  "Officer  666"  is  a  real  story, 
which  discloses  the  perplexity  of  a  young — 
very  young — multimillionaire  who  has  closed 
his  Fifth  Avenue  mansion  in  New  York  and 
fled  to  Europe  from  the  pursuing  demon  of 
ennui.  Our  young  milionaire  is  suffering 
from  Schopenhauer's  "emptiness  of  life,"  for 
he  has  everything  he  wants  except  the  need 
to  work.  For  him,  therefore,  already,  young 
as  he  is,  and  full  of  unexpended  energy,  the 
activities  of  life  have  practically  ceased. 
Never  is  rest  so  sweet  as  when  it  is  earned, 
and  never  is  leisure  so  precious  as  when  it 
is  sandwiched  in  between  the  two  walls  of 
an  uncompleted  task.  The  laborer  who 
"loves  to  lie  a-basking  in  the  sun,"  with  his 
pipe  in  his  mouth  and  his  pick  by  his  side, 
has  known  true  happiness — for  half  an  hour. 
For  why?  Because  his  pick  admonishes  him 
of  an  impending  future,  and  he  is  living  glo- 
riously in  the  present ;  the  only  time — Schop- 
enhauer again — in  which  we  can  live. 

So  Travers  Gladwin,  our  young  multimil- 
lionaire, was  bored  everywhere.  Europe 
bored  him,  his  latest  fad  of  collecting  costly 
pictures  bored  him,  and  he  came  back  to 
his  Fifth  Avenue  mansion  only  to  find  that 
some  mysterious  personage,  passing  under  his 
name,  was  planning  an  elopement  with  a 
pretty  girl  that  Travers  Gladwin  himself  par- 
ticularly fancied,  and  with  Travers  Gladwin's 
own  pictures.  Disguised  as  a  policeman  and 
hidden  in  the  embrasure  of  the  window,  the 
young  art  collector  views  the  trespasser 
coolly  cutting  the  pictures  from  their  frames. 
And  it  is  at  this  point  that  melodrama 
begins. 

I  have  come  to  the  conclusion  that  many 
of  the  best  fairy  stories  are  rank  melodrama. 
The  wolf  that  dissimulated  and  gobbled  up 
the  grandmother  and  Red  Riding  Hood,  the 
old  witch  that  fattened  up  children  for  her 
fearful  repasts.  Jack  the  Giant-Killer,  who 
was  a  loafer  and  a  thief,  how  children  love 
them. 

Civilization,  however,  has  developed  nerves 
and  squeamishness.  The  stories  are  softened 
down,  the  gore  eliminated,  and  fearful  joys 
of  fairy  stories  are  becoming  pallid  and 
proper.  But  still  the  child's  pleasure  in  these 
things  is  the  same  primitive  instinct  that 
makes  us  enjoy  melodrama.  And  it  is  amus- 
ing to  look  back  on  our  emotions  of  the  even- 
ing and  discover  how  artlessly  we  allowed 
ourselves   to   be   swayed. 

For  instance :  When  the  girl  is  being 
trapped  into  an  elopement  with  a  crook,  we 
are  all  against  the  crook,  and  hot  for  his 
unmasking.  When  the  crook  is  in  peril,  how- 
ever, and  capture  practically  certain,  we 
shamelessly  enlist  our  sympathies  on  his  be- 
half, and  are  dead  against  the  puzzled  guard- 
ians of  the  law,  exulting  openly  in  their  be- 
wilderment at  each  new  move  of  the  game. 
For  innumerable  shifts,  tricks,  strategems, 
and  manoeuvres  take  place ;  too  numerous  to 
tell.    And  we  sit  like  happy  children,  abandon- 


ing ourselves  luxuriously  to  the  joys  of  un- 
intellectual  drama,  too  absorbed  to  realize 
that  we  are  skipping  from  farce  to  melodrama 
and  from  melodrama  back  again  to  farce, 
with  occasional  relapses  into  sentiment,  and 
even  fugitive  glimpses  of  reality.  It's  all  cap- 
ital entertainment,  and  cleverly  done  by  a 
first-class  company. 

Everything  that  is  done  is  welt  done.  The 
two  girls  in  the  play  represent  the  charming 
fools  that  generally  figure  in  farce,  and  do 
it  so  prettily  that  nobody  wants  any  other 
kind.  They  are  so  girly-girly,  and  so  charm- 
ing to  contemplate ;  one,  Iona  Bright,  an 
ethereal  blonde,  the  other,  Edna  Hibbard,  a 
deliciously  child-like  brunette  looking  about 
two  minutes  and  a  half  of  age.  This  young 
creature  is  not  a  real  beauty,  but  she  is  just 
pretty  from  flawless  youth,  and  childishly 
rounded  cheeks  that  invite  themselves  to  be 
pinched,  and  a  figure  all  prettily  immature 
curves. 

The  two  pretty  things,  with  their  contrast- 
ing tints,  and  their  charmingly  modish  gear, 
silhouetted  themselves  glowingly  against  the 
walls  of  the  Gladwin  picture  gallery,  and  not 
only  were  good  to  look  at  but  attractively 
bright  and  clever  in  their  delineation  of  the 
artless  maidens  from  Omaha.  ("Omaha? 
What's  that?"  says  the  New  Yorker,  with 
an  air  of  mystification.) 

Except  for  the  distracted  aunt  of  the  eloping 
girl,  whose  principal  characteristics  were  fem- 
inine vehemence  and  a  loud  voice,  the  half- 
dozen  other  roles  were  all  masculine,  and  all, 
even  to  the  last  and  least,  well  played. 

Mr.  Clarence  Olliver  impersonates  Travers 
Gladwin,  and  wins  the  regard  of  the  audience 
by  his  blending  of  attractive  youthfulness  and 
expert  craftsmanship.  Mr.  Olliver  doses  us, 
in  the  earlier  stages  of  the  drama,  with  some 
of  that  rapid-fire  delivery  which  was,  a  couple 
or  more  years  ago,  so  fatiguingly  prevalent ; 
but  he  managed  to  avert  our  disapproval  by 
remaining  always  distinct.  And  his  comedy 
work  as  a  policeman  in  disguise,  and  the 
cleverness  with  which  he  portrayed  the  thrilled 
immobility  of  Travers  Gladwin,  when  that 
erstwhile  bored  individual  found  himself,  with 
taut  nerves,  living  keenly  in  the  tide  of 
events  which  swirled  around  him,  were  admir- 
able and  enjoyable. 

Good  comedy  work,  as  the  New  York 
friend,  was  also  done  by  Edmund  Pollock, 
and  Joseph  Allen's  Irish  policeman  was  also 
a  clever  piece  of  work. 

The  Japanese  boy  is  now  so  essential  a 
part  of  our  domestic  machinery  that  he  has 
come  in  the  drama  to  stay.  Only,  managers 
are  no  longer  put  to  the  necessity  of  engaging 
the  notoriously  captious  and  inconstant  Jap- 
anese "boy"  to  impersonate  himself.  As  we 
saw  in  "Bought  and  Paid  For,"  an  American 
actor  can  do  that  so  cleverly  as  to  deceive 
the  keenest  eye.  In  "Officer  666"  we  have 
another  instance  of  the  kind,  not  so  amazingly 
deceptive  in  appearance  as  Allen  Atwell's, 
but  sufficiently  so  to  put  one  in  doubt  for  a 
time  at  least.  John  Arthur's  Bateato  was 
the  first  character  to  appear,  and  so  well  and 
realistically  simulated  was  the  terror  of  the 
innocent  Japanese  domestic  over  the  sudden 
appearance  of  a  policeman  that  we  knew  at 
once  that  we  were  going  to  have  a  perform- 
ance   acted    in    first-class    style. 

George  Howell's  Alfred  Wilson,  the  famous 
robber  of  famous  pictures,  was  also  quite 
strikingly  well  done.  Mr.  Howell  gave  us 
any  number  of  thrills  in  the  melodramatic 
scenes,  and  also  carried  out  handsomely  the 
author's  conception  of  a  high-art  criminal — 
a  gentleman  burglar  who  can  wear  evening 
clothes  with  an  air,  and  smoke  fine  cigars 
with   a  wealthy  mien. 

There  is  a  good  deal  of  smoking  in  "Officer 
666,"  smoking  in  the  face  of  impending  dan- 
ger, with  a  cool  air  of  reckless  courage. 
"Men  are  only  boys  grown  tall."  The  self- 
conscious  pride  and  delight  of  mankind  in 
its  damns  and  its  smokes,  as  evidenced  in  the 
drama,  shows  plainly  that  the  boy  who  swag- 
gered proudly  over  his  first  real  swear  and 
his  first  cigar  still  survives  in  the  heart  of 
the  grown-up  man. 

At  a  certain  pause  in  the  action  of  the 
play  Sherlock  Holmes  walked  in.  At  least 
Frank  McGIynn  made  him  look  like  Sherlock- 
Holmes,  but  it  turned  out  to  be  only  a  super- 
ficial resemblance,  as  our  picturesque  robber , 
beat  Sherlock  Holmes  at  his  own  game.  None 
the  less  did  the  audience  take  this  well-acted 
personage  to  its  collective  heart,  so  popular 
remains  this  much-imitated  hero  in  the  na- 
tional  mind. 

James  W.  Brady's  air  of  curt  authority  sat 
so  naturally  on  the  captain  of  the  police  that 
he  seemed  a  real  personage,  and,  in  fact,  the 
police  atmosphere  generally  was  so  interest- 
ingly persuasive  that  we  never  stopped  to 
think,  until  the  play  was  over,  of  the  child- 
like manner  in  which  these  keen-faced  guard- 
ians refrained  from  outside  identification  of 
the  two  clamorously  insistent  Gladwins.  As, 
indeed,  why  shouldn't  they,  since  this  was 
farcical  melodrama  ?  And  therein  lies  the 
joy  of  it. 

The  organization  is  so  complete  that  there 
was  practically  no  favorite.  When  the  com- 
pany lined  up  in  answer  to  the  applausive  de- 
mand of  the  audience  at  the  Columbia  Theatre 
Monday  evening,  it  was  evident  that  col- 
lectively the  company  had  made  the  hit,  and 
that  "Officer  666"  is  in  for  two  weeks  of 
success.  Josephine  Hart   Phelps. 


FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Grand  Opera  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

What  it  is  hoped  will  prove  as  brilliant  a 
grand  opera  season  as  San  Francisco  has 
known  will  be  started  on  its  way  Sunday  night 
at  the  Cort  Theatre  when  the  new  Lambardi 
Pacific  Coast  Grand  Opera  Company  begins 
a  limited  engagement,  presenting  for  the 
initial  bill  Puccini's  "La  Boheme,"  San  Fran- 
cisco's favorite  opera. 

Impresario  Lambardi  has  gathered  the  most 
distinguished  organization  of  his  successful 
career.  The  artists  are  practically  all  new 
to  us.  Many  have  never  sung  in  this  coun- 
try, but  they  have  reputations  abroad.  They 
were  selected  recently  by  Ettore  Patrizi,  who 
spent  considerable  time  abroad  in  an  endeavor 
to  secure  the   best  artists  obtainable. 

The  company  in  its  entirety  numbers  110 
people.  There  will  be  an  orchestra  of  forty- 
five,  the  nucleus  of  which  has  been  brought 
here.  Gaetano  Bavagnoli,  the  conductor,  is  a 
man  of  note  musically,  and  a  favorite  of  Mas- 
cagni. 

During  the  engagement  at  the  Cort  Theatre 
two  distinct  novelties  will  be  offered.  These 
are  Strauss's  "Salome,"  and  "Conchita,"  by 
Zandonai.  The  latter  opera  has  never  been 
given  in  this  country.  It  created  a  furor 
at  Covent  Garden,  London,  with  Tarquinia 
Tarquini  in  the  title-role,  the  same  prima 
donna  who  will  sing  it  at  the  Cort. 

The  principal  members  of  the  company  are 
the  following:  Sopranos — Tarquini,  Matini, 
Pereira,  D'Oria,  Charbelois;  Mezzos — Zizolfi, 
Pineschi ;  Tenors — Giorgi,  Armanini,  Agos- 
tini,  Graziana ;  Baritones — Giardini,  Nico- 
letti,  Pineschi ;  Bassos — Martino,  Bonaven- 
ture.  Conductor,  Bavagnoli ;  assistant  con- 
ductor, Colucci ;  stage  managers,  Petrovich, 
Puglia. 

This  is  the  repertory  for  the  first  week: 
Sunday  night,  September  22,  "La  Boheme" ; 
Monday,  "Conchita" ;  Tuesday,  "Lucia" ; 
Wednesday  matinee,  "La  Boheme" ;  Wednes- 
day night,  "Conchita"  ;  Thursday,  "Traviata" ; 
Friday,  "La  Boheme" ;  Saturday  matinee, 
"Lucia" ;    Saturday  night.   "Conchita." 


"Officer  666"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

"Officer  666,"  with  its  fleet  succession  of 
thrilling  situations  and  laughable  surprises, 
gains  greater  favor  with  each  presentation  at 
the  Columbia  Theatre,  and  enters  on  its  sec- 
ond and  last  week   Sunday  evening. 

The  MacHugh  play  has  crowded  the  theatre 
at  every  performance  and  seems  destined  to 
fill  it  at  every  performance  during  the  en- 
gagement. The  company  selected  for  its 
presentation  here  is  the  same  cast  of  players 
seen  in  Chicago  during  its  wonderful  run  of 
seven  months,  and  is  one  of  excellent  merit. 
It  contains  several  established  favorites, 
notably,  Clarence  Olliver,  who  plays  a  rich 
young  bachelor ;  George  Howell,  who  gives  a 
clever  character  study  of  an  aristocratic  thief 
of  artistic  inclination  ;  and  Joseph  Allen,  as 
the  policeman,  Officer  666.  There  are  only 
four  ladies  in  the  play,  Iona  Bright,  Edna 
Hibbard,  Charlotte  Lambert,  and  Millie  Evans, 
and  all  are  pretty. 

The  staging  of  the  play  has  received  the 
usual   careful   attention   of  Cohan  &  Harris. 


The  New  Orpheum  Programme. 

The  Orpheum  bill  for  next  week  is  certain 
of  popular  approval.  Five  of  the  acts  will 
be  entirely  new  and  the  entire  programme 
ranks  as  one  of  the  best  ever  offered  in 
vaudeville. 

So  triumphal  was  the  tour  of  Nat  Wills, 
"the  Happy  Tramp,"  last  season  that  he  has 
been  booked  again  and  will  appear  in  an  en- 
tirely new  act.  Wills  is  one  of  the  biggest 
names  in  vaudeville.  His  new  songs  and 
stories  have  proved  such  hits  that  the  main- 
tainance  of  his  immense  popularity  may  be 
regarded  as  certain. 

E.  Frederick  Hawley,  a  sterling  actor  of 
deserved  popularity,  will  present  a  one-act 
drama  entitled  "The  Bandit,"  the  scene  of 
which  is  laid  in  Mexico  in  the  early  '70s. 
The  plot  is  intensely  interesting  and  becomes 
more  and  more  fascinating  as  it  unfolds.  Mr. 
Hawley  is  credited  with  a  distinct  hit  in  the 
name-part,  and  has  excellent  support  in  Fran- 
ces Haight  and  W.  E.  Hawes. 

Joe  Mclntyre  and  Bob  Harty,  "the  Sugar 
Plum  Girlie  and  the  Marshmallow  Boy,"  will 
bring  with  them  a  unique  and  entertaining  act 
composed  of  comedy,  songs,  and  witty  chatter. 

Annie  Kent,  a  tiny  bundle  of  fun,  who  re- 
joices in  the  title  of  "the  Little  Jester."  will 
be  a  feature  of  the  coming  bill.  She  is  a 
genuine  comedienne  with  a  delightful  song 
repertory.  Her  specialty  is  oddly  staged  and 
she  makes  three  changes  of  costume,  one  of 
which  is  accomplished  in  full  view  of  the 
audience. 

The  Four  Konerz  Brothers,  known  as  "the 
Boys  with  the  Toys,"  will  give  an  exhibition 
of  skillful  hoop  throwing,  diabolo  juggling, 
and   boomerang  casting. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Herbert  Ash- 
ley and  Company ;  Bertish,  "the  Ideal  Ath- 
lete." and  Jesse  Lasky's  musical  comedy, 
"The  Antique   Girl." 


Carter,  the  magician,  in  his  nquet  of  Mys- 

tries"  and  illusion,  "The  Lion's  Bride";  Fred 
Zobedie,  the  European  athlete  and  equilibrist ; 
Miss  Maybelle  Fisher,  the  lyric  soprano,  as- 
sisted by  Miss  Olive  Wallis,  pianist ;  the  "All 
Star  Trio"  of  male  voices,  singing  old  and 
new  songs ;  Cook  and  Stevens,  "the  Chinee 
and  the  Coon,"  and  motion  picture  novelties, 
among  which  is  a  film  direct  from  London 
showing  the  last  rites  of  General  Ballington 
Booth  of  the  Salvation  Army. 

Heading  the  new  bill  next  Sunday  is  "The 
Star  Bout,"  another  melodramatic  sketch  by 
Taylor  Granville,  producer  of  "The  Hold-Up," 
which  created  a  sensation  here  a  few  weeks 
ago.  "The  Star  Bout"  is  a  romance  of  the 
prize  ring  in  three  scenes,  showing  a  training 
quarters  under  a  cafe  on  the  Bowery,  the 
Bowery  after  dark,  and  the  ring  in  the  Olym- 
pian Boxing  Club,  where  a  grilling  six-round 
bout  takes  place  and  where  virtue  comes  out 
triumphant  and  vice  receives  a  decisive- 
knock-out  punch.  Florence  Lorraine  and  Ed- 
gar Dudley,  with  their  company,  will  present 
their  sensational  one-act  farce,  "The  Finish," 
in  which  they  scored  heavily  here  on  a  pre- 
vious visit.  "The  Finish"  abounds  in  bright 
lines  and  amusing  situations.  The  Lillian  Sis- 
ters, pretty  and  petite  young  girls,  will  offer 
singing,  dancing,  and  selections  on  the  violin 
and  piano.  Provol,  a  ventriloquial  whistler 
and  mimic,  will  make  his  first  appearance  in 
this  city.  The  Capital  City  Four  will  joke, 
dance,  yodel,  and  sing,  and  the  Apollo  Trio, 
large  but  well  proportioned  athletes,  will  give 
an  exhibition  of  hand  balancing  and  ground 
tumbling,  in  addition  to  wonderful  work  on 
ladders. 

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AMUSEMENTS. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantoges  Theatre. 
The    Pantages    Theatre    is    crowded    to    the 
doors  these  afternoons  and  evenings,  the  cur- 
rent   bill     being   particularly   good,    including 


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RPHFHM     OTARRELL   STREET 

Safest  and  most  magnificent  theatre  in  America 


Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 

A  WONDERFUL  NEW  BILL 

NAT  M.  WILLS.  "  The  Happy  Tramp."  in  an 
Entirely  New  Act;  "  The  Bandit."  with  E.  FRED- 
ERICK HAWLEY  and  CO.;  McINTYRE  and 
HARTY'.  "  The  Sugar  Plum  Giriie  and  the  5Iarsh- 
mallow  Boy":  ANNIE  KENT.  "The  Little 
Jester";  THE  FOUR  KONERZ  BROS.,"The  Boys 
With  the  Toys."  Diabolo  Experts:  HERBERT 
ASHLEY  and  CO.:  BERTISH:  NEW  DAYLIGHT 
MOTION  PICTURES.  Last  Week.  Jesse  L.  Lasky's 
Musical  Comedy,  "  THE  ANTIQUE  GIRL." 

Evening  prices.  10c.  ti5c.  50c.  7oc.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays). 
10c,  2.5c.  50c.      Phones— Douglas  70.  Home  C  1570. 


COLUMBIA  THEATRE  tsJ%8£ 

^^  Phones:  Franklin  150  Home  C 578 3 

The  Leading  Playhouse 

Second  and  Last  Week  Begins  Sunday  Night 

Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays 

Cohan  and  Harris  present 

Augustin  McHugh's  Melodramatic  Farce 

OFFICER  666 

"An  unending  scn'am,"  says  the  Examiner. 

"Too  funny  for  words,"  says  the  l 'hnmicle. 

"Sure  cure  for  the  blues."  says  the  '  nil. 

Prices.  Evenings  and  Matinees— $1-50,  $!.  75c, 
50c  and  25c. 
Coming— Macklyn  Arbuekle  in  "The  Round  l"p." 


CORT, 


Leading  Theatre 

ELLIS     AND    MARKET 
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Last  Time  Tonight— "Bought  and  Paid  For." 

Beginning  Tomorrow  (SUNDAY)  Night 
Limited  engagement.    Matinees  Wed.  and  Sat, 

LAMBARDI 

PACIFIC  COAST  GRAND  OPERA  CO. 
Repertoire  for  First  Week: 
Sunday.  "La  Boheme":  Monday.  "Conchita"; 
Tuesday,  "Lucia";  Wed.  Mat.,  "i.a  Boheme" ; 
Wednesde  i  .  '<  oncblta";  Thursday.  "Tra'vfata" : 
Friday,  "La  Boheme";  --";ii.  Mai  .  'Lucia'  •  I 
urday,  'Conchita."  Prices—  50c  to  $2, 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 

* MARKET  STREET,  opposite  Mason 

Week  of  September  22 
Vaudeville's  Greatest  Novelty ! 

The  Star  Bout 

A  ROMANCE  OF  THE  PRIZE  RING 
:;  Big  Scenes.    35  People  on  the  stage. 

Many  Other  Star  Act* 
Mat  daily  at 2:30.  NIghtaat7tl5and9:16.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  l  :3U  and        '     Nfghts, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices    i"c.2ftc  and  30c. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  21,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


The  European  Bandits. 
(a  warning  to  the  traveler.) 
You  tip  on  the  ship  as  you  start  the  trip, 

You  tip  every  time  you  stir, 
You    tip    at    the    slip    where    the   hawsers    drip — 

It's   fatal  if  you  demur. 
All  superfluity  goes  for  gratuity, 

Tip  every  one  you  see; 
You    slip    'cm    a    tip    when    they    grab    your    grip, 

For  nothing  at  all   is    free! 

As  you  open  your  eyes  and  start  to  rise 

There's  some  one  to  tip  near  by, 
And    the    whole    day    through    that    pirate    crew 

Is   making  your   silver  fly; 
And  don't  you  skip  a  single  tip, 

But  scatter   it  constantly. 
You   must  tip!    tip!    tip!    for   the   whole  long    trip, 

For  nothing  at  all  is  free. 
Ah,  me  I 

You   must    flip    'em    a   tip   like    a   gay    old    rip, 
For  nothing  at  all   is  free, 

Ah,  me! 
No,  nothing  at  all  is  free! 

— Berton  Braley,  in  New   York  £rin. 

The  average  reformer  provokes  first  of  all 
a  feeling  of  exultation  and  then  of  depres- 
sion. The  exultation  is  caused  by  the 
sublimity'  of  his  mission  and  the  depression 
by  the  hopelessness  of  its  attainment. 

Take,  for  example,  the  case  of  Mr.  Edward 
Bok  of  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal.  Mr.  Bok. 
like  Joan  of  Arc,  has  heard  voices.  Mr.  Bok, 
like  St.  John,  has  seen  visions.  You  would 
not  think  it  from  his  name,  but  these  things 
have  actually  happened  to  him,  which  shows 
that  you  never  can  tell.  Mr.  Bok  has  seen 
the  womanhood  of  America  in  the  clutch  of 
a  foul  monster  known  as  the  Paris  fashion, 
and  like  a  modern  Bayard  he  rushes  to  her 
defense.  The  Paris  fashion  leads  her  into 
extravagance,  and,  worse  still,  it  leads  her 
into  indelicacy.  Obviously  she  must  be  saved, 
and  by  Bok.  And,  by  the  way,  was  it  not  Bok 
who  discharged  some  of  the  young  women  of 
his  establishment  for  "ragging"  during  their 
own  time  and  in  their  own  private  room? 
When  it  comes  to  saving  womanhood  there 
is  nothing  that  the  dauntless  Bok  will  not  do. 
And  berths  are  not  so  easy  to  get  in  the 
East  nowadays.  Probably  those  young  women 
will  not  be  in  a  ragging  mood  for  some  time 
to  come,  and  this  will  be  good  for  their 
souls. 

So  Bok  has  decided  that  henceforth  he  will 
set  the  fashions  himself,  and  a  Bok  fashion. 
once  set,  will  last  for  five  years.  There  will 
be  no  more  throwing  away  of  perfectly  good 
clothes  merely  because  they  are  no  longer 
modish.  A  wicked  Paris  commercialism  has 
been  in  the  habit  of  changing  the  fashions 
with  such  rapidity  that  its  victims  have 
hardly  had  time  to  get  a  bath  between  cos- 
tumes, but  Bok  will  tolerate  no  commercial- 
ism in  America,  whose  virgin  page  shall  be 
unsullied  by  mercantile  greed,  and  a  Bok  cos- 
tume, neat  but  not  gaudy,  trim  and  yet 
serviceable,  smart  yet  not  indelicate,  shall  be 
still  in  the  fashion  even  when  baggy  at  the 
knees  and  shiny  in  the  seat. 

Now  it  will  be  understood  why  we  feel  an 
ecstasy  of  exultation.  Woman,  at  last,  has 
been  emancipated.  Henceforth  the  clothes 
will  belong  to  the  woman,  and  not  the  woman 
to  the  clothes.  Never  again  need  she  flush 
with  shame  as  at  present  when  she  dons  the 
Paris  costume  with  its  deficiencies,  nor 
shrink  from  the  multitudinous  gaze  upon  her 
uncovered  charms.  Never  again  need  she 
alter  her  form  to  fit  her  costume  instead  of 
altering  her  costume  to  fit  her  form.  Never 
again  need  she  discard  her  underclothing  lest 
it  shall  dim  the  desired  transparency,  or  blur 
the  lucidity  of  outline  which  even  the  most 
virtuous  among  us  have  gazed  upon  with  long, 
and  lingering,  and  regretful  looks.  We  knew 
that  this  thing  must  happen  one  day.  Every 
national  need  must  produce  its  Bok.  Nothing 
now  remains  for  him  to  do  but  to  reform  the 
women.  He  has  reformed  the  costumes,  and 
the  rest  should  be  easy. 


How  nice  it  is  to  know  that  the  laurels  of 
Mrs.  Cornelius  Vanderbilt  are  now  safe.  We 
were  anxious  about  those  laurels.  We  lay 
awake  nights  when  we  heard  that  Mrs.  Stuy- 
vesant  Fish  had  spent  more  money  over  a 
single  Newport  entertainment  than  had  ever 
been  spent  before  in  America,  and  we  won- 
dered what  Mrs.  Vanderbilt  would  do.  Would 
she  take  it  "lying  down,"  so  to  speak?  She 
would  not.  The  traditions  of  a  long  and 
glorious  heritage  came  to  her  aid  and  she 
determined  to  match  Mrs.  Fish  dollar  for 
dollar  and  so  bear  away  the  palm  for  refine- 
ment and  good  taste. 

And  she  has  done  it.  By  an  effort  that  can 
only  be  described  as  heroic  she  has  given  an 
entertainment  costing  $185,000.  It  was  hard 
to  find  things  expensive  enough  fer  the  pur- 
pose, but  Mrs.  Vanderbilt  succeeded.  It  was 
a  triumph  for  the  finer  graces  of  life,  a  vic- 
tory for  its  nobler  ideals. 

In  the  first  place  the  main  floor  and  all 
the  grounds  of  Beaulieu  were  entirely  recon- 
structed upon  Oriental  designs.  Thousands 
of  electric  lights  were  attached  to  the  trees, 
twelve  Orientr,  arches  were  erected  and 
similarly  adorned,  and  the  chief  hall  of  the 
house  itself  was  lined  with  double  rows  of 
cocoanut  pa!i  ?  especially  imported  for  the 
An  i  as  for  Oriental  rugs  and 
' cu« t ^s,   the    place    fairly    swarmed 


with  them,  and  they  were  all  secured  in  the 
most  expensive  way  that  could  be  devised. 

But  the  estimates  were  still  too  low  even 
when  all  the  decorations  were  in  place.  Some 
great  effort  had  to  be  made,  some  plan  dis- 
covered, that  should  be  more  costly  than  any- 
thing of  the  kind  that  had  ever  been  known. 
So  Mrs.  Vanderbilt  decided  to  bring  the 
whole  of  "The  Merry  Countess"  company, 
sixty-five  in  number,  from  New  York  to  New- 
port, rig  up  a  special  theatre  for  them,  re- 
write the  play  so  as  to  fit  the  intelligence  of 
her  guests,  and  reproduce  it  with  a  splendor 
unequaled.  We  need  not  assume  that  the 
guests  wanted  to  see  "The  Merry  Countess." 
Presumably  they  had  already  seen  it,  those 
who  wanted  to.  Still  less  did  they  want  to 
see  a  play  that  had  been  "cut"  to  fifty 
minutes  and  therefore  ruined,  supposing  it  to 
contain  anything  to  ruin.  But  it  was  all  so 
delightfully  expensive.  It  had  all  the  virtues 
of  costliness.  It  was  such  an  absolute  proof 
of  wealth.  Mrs.  Vanderbilt  herself,  the 
owner  of  all  this  money,  sat  on  a  float  under 
some  of  the  palm  trees  and  was  wheeled 
about  the  place,  and  every  guest  received  a 
present  from  her  hands.  The  ladies  were 
given  golden  slippers,  hand-painted  fans  and 
carvings,  and  the  "gents"  received  golden 
cigarette  cases  and  the  like.  It  was  all  so 
superior.  The  records  do  not  say  whether 
the  price  tags  were  left  upon  the  presents  so 
that  the  recipients  might  know  what  they 
cost.  Presumably  they  were,  or  perhaps  it 
was  part  of  the  fun  to  guess  the  price. 
Finally  it  may  be  said  that  the  jewelor  of  the 
guests  themselves  was  worth  $10,000,000  and 
the  men  wore  as  many  jewels  as  the 
women,  which  was  quite  Oriental,  don't  you 
know. 

So  Mrs.  Vanderbilt' s  laurels  are  safe,  as 
has  been  said,  for  it  seems  hardly  possible  to 
spend  any  more  money  than  this.  But  how 
the  guests  must  have  been  bored. 


But  in  the  press  of  more  spectacular  events 
let  us  not  forget  that  other  event  that  was 
hurriedly  telegraphed  to  every  part  of  a  pal- 
pitating nation.  When  Harold  Vanderbilt 
met  Miss  Eleanor  Sears  at  Newport  he  said, 
"Hello,  Miss  Sport."  And  what  do  you  think 
was  the  reply  of  that  gifted  young  woman. 
She.  said,  "Hello,  Mike." 


The  French  director  of  posts  has  turned  a 
paternal  eye  in  the  direction  of  the  telegraph 
and  telephone  girls.  An  official  circular  sent 
to  postmasters  directs  that  girls  employed  by 
the  state  be  required  either  to  live  at  home 
or  to  form  themselves  into  housekeeping 
groups.  These  girls,  explains  the  director, 
are  properly  paid  and  can  easily  live  in  a 
wholesome  way.  But  they  spend  their  money 
in  dress  instead  of  in  food,  and  as  a  result 
they  appear  to  be  ansemic.  Then  a  senti- 
mental public  rears  upon  its  hind  legs,  com- 
plains that  the  girls  are  overworked,  and  so 
makes  trouble  for   the  department. 


A  mighty  organ  of  public  opinion  called 
Fiber  and  Fabric — and  we  confess  with  igno- 
miny that  we  never  heard  of  it  before,  but 
live  in  hopes — tells  us  all  about  the  making 
of  a  serge  suit  from  the  financial  point  of 
view.  We  are  interested  in  serge  suits, 
hoping  to  acquire  one  some  day,  and  so  we 
note  with  enthusiasm  how  the  price  of  that 
serge  suit  will  be  divided,  assuming  for  the 
sake  of  argument  and  without  prejudice  that 
we  pay  the  bill,  which  is  unlikely. 

Now  in  the  first  place  it  takes  three  and 
one-fourth  yards  of  serge  to  make  that  suit 
for  a  man  of  average  virtue  and  intelligence. 
The  mill  will  charge  about  $1.50  a  yard  for 
the  serge  that  will  make  a  $25  suit,  and  the 
mill  profit  will  be  less  than  35  cents.  The 
suit  manufacturer  having  paid  $4.87  Yz  for  the 
serge  will  sell  the  finished  suit  to  the  retailer 
for  $18,  which  allows  him  $13.12^  for  trim- 
mings, labor,  and  profit.  The  retailer,  who 
sells  the  suit  to  the  customer  for  $25,  thus 
makes    $7    profit. 

Now  let  us  suppose  that  the  mills  advance 
the  price  of  serge  20  per  cent.  This  means 
that  the  manufacturer  pays  97J/2  cents  more 
than  he  did  before  for  his  material.  This 
represents  the  whole  of  the  additional  cost 
on  the  suit,  but  the  retailer  adds  $2.50,  and 
when  you  threaten  to  hang  him  to  the  lamp- 
post, or  to  pay  his  bill,  or  something  equally 
desperate  he  whimpers  that  it  is  not  his 
fault,  but  the  fault  of  the  highwaymen  down 
at  the  mill,  who  have  no  bowels  of  compas- 
sion. Now  all  this  is  stated  in  cold  print  by 
Fiber  and  Fabric,  who  suggest  that  it  is  not 
the  mill-owner  who  ought  to  be  boiled  in  oil, 
but  the  retailer,  who  adds  to  his  bill  about 
three  times  the  extra  cost  of  the  suit  and 
then  weeps  crocodile  tears  of  sympathy  for 
the  consumer.  Personally  we  felt  annoyed 
when  we  read  these  disclosures,  and  in  the  in- 
terests of  public  policy  we  determined  not  to 
pay  the  bill  for  that  last  suit  until  the  matter 
had  been  cleared  up.  We  hadn't  intended  to 
pay  it  anyhow. 


There  are  in  the  United  States  more  than 
2500  ordained  women  preachers.  For  the 
most  part  they  belong  to  the  liberal  denomi- 
nations. The  Unitarian  and  Universalist 
faiths  claim  the  majority  of  them.  Several 
have  been  ordained  in  the  Methodist  and 
Congregational  churches. 


Autumn  in  the  Mountains 

A  Day  or  Night  from  San  Francisco 

Lake  Tahoe 

In  September,  and  until  mid-October,  the 
High  Sierras  are  gorgeous  in  their  Autumn 
splendor.  Lake  Tahoe — at  the  summit — an 
hour's  ride  from  Truckee,  is  6240  feet  above 
sea  level  and  in  parts  over  1800  feet  deep; 
23  miles  in  length  and  13  miles  wide.  With 
its  forested  shore  -  line,  surrounded  by  a 
mountain  setting  most  exquisite,  a  bird's-eye 
view  of  this  beautiful  body  of  water  cannot 
fail  to  rouse  enthusiasm  and  wonder.  The 
steamer  trip  of  72  miles  along  the  Lake's  in- 
dented shore  is  one  never  forgotten. 

Hotels,  splendidly  situated  among  the  pines, 
afford  comfort,  conveniences  and  excellent 
service.  Much  is  done  to  entertain  the  guests. 
In  the  Indian  summer  evenings,  around  log 
fires  in  the  big  chimneys,  the  day's  adventures 
are  recounted,  deer  and  ducks,  quail  and 
grouse,  are  shot  again,  trout  and  salmon  are  re- 
caught,  and  the  stories  of  the  "big  ones"  that 
got  away  are  strangely  believed. 

Round-trip  rates  from  San  Francisco:  Friday  to  Monday,  $10.65; 
10-day  excursion,  $13.30;  or  with  limit  to  October  31st,  $15.30. 
These  rates  include  trip  around  lake. 


Shasta  and 

Klamath  Regions 

Where  the  Upper  Sacramento  winds  through 
miles  of  wild  and  rugged  canyon,  is  an  ideal 
region  of  fir-clad  mountain,  rocky  gorge  and 
foaming  river,  now  beautiful  in  its  Autumn 
coloring.  In  deep,  cool  pools  rainbow  and 
mountain  trout  lurk  in  darkened  shadows. 

Sims  —  Castella  —  Castle  Rock  —  Castle 
Crag— Dunsmuir — Shasta  Springs — Shasta 
Retreat — are  all  choice  stopping  places,  with 
comfortable  quarters  at  reasonable  rates. 

Round-trip  rates  from  San  Francisco:  Sims,  $11.50;  Castella, 
Castle  Rock,  Castle  Crag  and  Dunsmuir,  $12;  Shasta  Springs 
and  Shasta  Retreat,  $12.15.  Return  limit  October  31st.  Also 
special  Friday  to  Monday  rates. 

Past  SlSSON — where  the  trail  leads  to  Mt. 
Shasta — and  on  to  Klamath  Falls,  in  South- 
ern Oregon.  Next  morning,  3  hours  by  motor- 
boat  along  the  shores  of  UPPER  KLAMATH 
Lake,  lands  you  at  Pelican  Bay,  or  at 
Williamson  River.  The  trip  will  delight 
you.  Tiers  of  pine-clad  mountains  rise  in  be- 
wildering array  from  silent  shores.  The  back- 
ground an  ever-changing  skyline  of  mountain 
peaks  and  timbered  slopes  fading  in  the  purple 
haze  of  vast  distances. 

Salmon,  trout,  wildfowl,  deer  and  other  game 
abound.  Delightful  quarters  for  the  angler, 
the  hunter  and  their  families.  CRATER  Lake 
and  its  mysteries  are  within  3  hours-by  auto. 
Guides,  saddle  and  pack  horses  and  every  facil- 
ity for  an  Outing  that  will  really  count. 

Round-trip  rate  from  San  Francisco  to  Klamath  Falls,  $17.90. 
Return  limit  October  31st. 


Southern  Pacific 


SAN  FRANCISCO:   Flood  Building      Palace  Hotel      Ferry  Station      Phone  Kearny  3160 
Third  and  Townsend  Streets       Phone  Kearny  1**0 
OAKLAND:    Broadway  and  Thirteenth       Phone  Oakland  162 
Sixteenth  Street  Station       Phone  Oakland  146S 


September  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


189 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


Shortly  after  Walt  Whitman's  "Leaves  of 
Grass"  made  its  appearance,  J,  T.  Trowbridge 
was  walking  with  Lowell  in  Cambridge,  when 
the  latter  pointed  out  a  door-way  sign,  "Gro- 
ceries," with  the  letters  set  zigzag,  to  produce 
a  bizarre  effect.  "That,"  said  he,  "is  Walt 
Whitman — with    very   common   goods   inside." 


Richard  Harding  Davis,  at  a  supper  in 
New  York,  told  a  story  about  a  dramatic 
critic.  "The  young  man,"  Mr.  Davis  said, 
"had  roasted  an  actress  dreadfully  in  his  dra- 
matic column.  He  was  introduced  to  her  a 
few  days  later,  and  she  said :  'I  think  it 
was  real  mean  of  you  to  roast  me  like  that, 
especially  when  you  know  that  I  have  three 
children  and  a  husband,  who  is  a  dramatic 
critic,   to   support.'  " 


A  famous  spinster,  known  throughout  the 
country  for  her  character,  was  entertaining 
a  number  of  little  girls  from  a  charitable  in- 
stitution. After  the  luncheon  the  children 
were  shown  through  the  place,  in  order  that 
they  might  enjoy  the  many  beautiful  things 
it  contains.  "This,"  said  the  spinster,  indi- 
cating a  statue,  "is  Minerva."  "Was  Minerva 
married?"  asked  one  of  the  little  girls.  "No, 
my  child,"  said  the  spinster,  with  a  smile ; 
"Minerva  was  the  Goddess  of  Wisdom." 


Quartermaster-General  Edwin  A.  Taylor, 
of  the  United  Sons  of  Confederate  Veterans, 
told  at  a  Memorial  Day  banquet  in  Memphis 
this  story:  "A  Southerner,"  he  said,  "sat  in 
the  lobby  of  a  New  York  hotel,  discussing 
certain  campaigns  with  a  Northerner.  'Well,' 
the  Northerner  ended,  with  a  laugh,  'well,  we 
licked  you,  anyhow.'  'Yes,  you  did,'  the 
Southerner  admitted,  'but,  by  thunder,  it's 
plain,  from  the  size  of  your  pension  list,  that 
before  we  gave  in  we  crippled  every  blessed 
one  of  you  !'  " 

Senator  Bankhead  was  discussing  a  misun- 
derstanding of  Canadian  reciprocity.  "These 
men  were  at  sea,"  he  said.  "They  were  as 
much  at  sea  as  Jaggs.  Jaggs,  you  know,  after 
on  evening  at  the  club,  elected  to  sleep  in 
the  tulip  bed  in  his  front  yard.  He  slept 
well,  and  in  the  morning,  when  he  awoke,  he 
saw  his  wife  regarding  him  bitterly  from  the 
open  casement  of  her  bedroom.  Jaggs,  con- 
fused and  chilly  in  the  fresh  morning  air, 
huddled  up  among  the  cold  tulips  and  yelled : 
'Shut  that  window,  woman !  Do  you  want 
me  to  catch  my  death  ?'  " 


The  justice  of  the  peace  scratched  his  head 
reflectively  (reports  Harper's  Weekly).  "There 
seems  to  be  some  dispute  as  to  the  facts  in 
this  here  case,"  he  said.  "The  law  imposes 
a  fine  of  $25  for  exceedin'  the  speed  limit, 
but  I  don't  want  to  be  arb-trary  about  it,  and 
if  ye'll  pay  the  costs  I'll  remit  the  fine." 
"That's  satisfactory  to  me,"  said  Dawkins, 
taking  out  his  wallet.  "All  right,"  said  the 
justice.  "There's  $5  fer  the  sheriff,  $5  fer 
the  pros'cutin'  attorney,  $5  fer  the  court 
steenographer,  $5  fer  the  use  o'  the  courtroom, 
an'  my  reg'Iar  fee  o'  $10  per  case.  Thutty 
dollars,  please." 

The  late  Patrick  Collins  of  Boston  was 
elected  president  of  the  Land  League  and 
visited  Ireland  soon  afterward.  A  barber  in 
Dub'.in  was  shaving  him.  "You're  Mr.  Col- 
lins, I'm  thinkin',"  said  the  barber  respect- 
fully. "I  am,"  assented  Collins  through  the 
soap.  "Well,  thin,"  declaimed  the  barber, 
flourishing  his  razor,  "I  want  to  tell  ye  that 
we've  twinty  thousand  brave  sons  of  ould 
Ireland  ready  to  rise  at  a  moment's  call  and 
throw  off  the  cursed  yoke  of  England  !"  Col- 
lins preserved  a  discreet  silence  until  he  was 
shaved.  As  he  was  putting  on  his  collar  he 
asked :  "Why  don't  you  rise  ?"  "Ab,"  re- 
plied the  barber,  "th'  cursed  conshtabulary 
won't  let  us !" 


Fate  can  not  be  evaded.  A  grand  vizier 
asked  his  master,  the  Sultan,  for  permission 
to  depart  at  once  for  Smyrna.  "You  may  go, 
vizier,"  the  Sultan  answered.  "But  why  this 
sudden  departure  ?"  "Alas !  sire,"  said  the 
grand  vizier.  "I  have  just  seen  the  angel  of 
death  among  the  throng  before  your  throne, 
and  he  looked  at  me  so  long  and  strangely 
that  I  am  sure  he  must  have  come  for  me." 
"Go,  then  ;  go  at  once,"  the  Sultan  said,  and 
after  the  vizier's  departure  he  beckoned  the 
angel  of  death  to  him  and  asked:  "Why  did 
you   gaze   so   strangely   at   my   grand   vizier?" 


"I  was  only  wondering,"  the  angel  answered, 
"why  the  man  was  here,  for  I  have  orders  to 
kill  him  late  this  afternoon  in  Smyrna." 


A  priest  was  giving  a  lecture  on  the  evil 
of  great  wealth.  In  the  audience  was  a  man 
the  priest  knew.  The  man  was  the  father  of 
seven  girls,  and  the  lecturer  pointed  to  this 
man  as  an  example.  "Think,"  said  the  priest, 
"of  being  the  proud  father  of  seven  daugh- 
ters. Think  who  is  happier — the  man  with  a 
million  dollars  or  the  man  who  is  the  father 
of  seven  daughters.  I  will  ask  you,  Mr.  Shel- 
don, who  do  you  think  is  the  happier?"  said 
the  priest,  pointing  to  the  subject  of  his  ar- 
gument. The  man  arose  and  said:  "Father, 
I  think  that  a  man  with  seven  daughters  is 
the  happier.  A  man  with  a  million  dollars 
worries  for  more.  A  man  with  seven  daugh- 
ters never  does." 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

The  Country. 
You   may  sing  a   song  of  the  city, 

A  song  of  its  hustle  and  noise, 
Of  the  rattle  and  clatter  of  traffic, 

And    shrillings    of   gutter-bred    boys; 
Of   the   broad    light-spangled    highways 

Which    glitter    like    gold    in    the   rain, 
But  the  song  that  rings  in  my  cars  tonight 

Is  a  song  of  a  different  strain. 

It's  the  song  of  the  wide-spreading  country, 

A  song  of  its  fields  and  trees, 
Of  the  creek  that  flows  silently  through   it, 

Of  the   stir   of   the    rare   evening  breeze. 
There  is  nothing  to   fret  or   harass, 

With  the  whole  wide  world  to  roam — 
You  may  sing  a  song  of  the  city, 

But  the  country's  the  place  for  a  home. 
— Philadelphia  Ledger. 


A  Cry  from  the  New  Lands. 
There's    loud    complaint    from    the    farming    men 

In   the   land  of   the  sable  swan, 
For  there   isn't  a  wife   for  one  in   ten, 

They  say,  and  they  can't  get  on 
Unless  some  vessel   with   crowded   decks, 

Her    tops'ls    soon    shall    furl, 
And  land  a  load  of  the  softer  sex — 

A  load  of  assorted  girl. 

The  cry  rings  out  of  a  thousand  throats 

In   piteous   minor   chords, 
As  a  hustling  cablegram  it  floats 

To  the  land  of  the  House  of  Lords. 
It  says:     "Don't  send  us  your  woolen  goods, 

The    sons   of   yer    bankrupt    earls, 
Yer  calico   stuff,    or  yer  patent   foods, 

But  send   us  a  lot  of  girls. 

"Girls  to  iron  and  girls  to  cook, 

Who    haven't   got   time   to    cry, 
Who'll  give  us   a  sympathetic  look 

If  we  can't  digest  their  pie. 
So  don't  be  sending  us  useless  things, 

As  change  for  our  gold  and  pearls, 
But  send  us  a  ton  of  wedding  rings, 

And  a  hundred  tons  of  girls." 
— G.   Herbert   Gibson,'  in  London   Opinion. 


Poetry  and  Prose. 


I   did   not  know  before  we  met 

That  breezes  ever  blew  so  sweetly; 

I  did  not  know  I  might  forget 

All  but  my  love  for  you,  completely; 

I    did   not  know   before    I    heard 

The  music  of  your  voice  how  pleasing 

The  cadence  of  the  poorest  word — 


Aw,   now,  I  know  you're  only  teasing. 


Before  we  met  I  never  knew 

The   gleaming  stars   could   shine   so    brightly 
Or  that  the  sparkle  of  the  dew 

Could  cause  my  heart  to  beat  so   lightly; 
Before  I   gazed  in  your  soft  eyes 

And  felt  a  thrill  of  joy  surge  through  me 
I   had  not  guessed  how  fair  the  skies — 


say,    what's    this   you're    handin'    to    me  ? 


I   did  not  know  ere  I   beheld 

You   in   your    fresh    and   wholesome   beauty 
How  sweet  the  blushing  roses  smelled, 

Nor  could   I  whistle  while  on  duty; 
But  since  you  came  to  make  me  glad 

Sweet  songs  come  to  my  lips  unbidden, 
And  I've  forgotten  to  be  sad — 

SHE. 
Say,    Algernon,    cut  out    the   kiddin'! 

— S.  E.  Kiser,  in  Chicago  Record-Herald. 


An  Error,  on  the  Whole. 
The  ladies  stopped  the  little  boy   whose  legs  were 

briar-scratched 
And    marveled    at    the    funny    way    his   little    pants 

were  patched. 
"Why    did    they    patch    with    white?"    they    asked, 

"and  not  use  brown  instead?" 
The    small    boy    scowled    and    touched    the    spot. 

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Total  Resources 40,000,000 

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Sic.  GBEENEBAUH Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington-  Dodge Vice-President 

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September  21,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay   of   San    Francisco    will   be   found   in 
the  following  department: 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Elizabeth  Perry  of  Tahiti  and  Mr.  Frank  Stirn- 
son   of    Berkeley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  of  Cleveland, 
Ohio,  have  announced  the  engagement  of  their 
daughter,  Miss  Martha  Calhoun,  to  Mr.  Wilson 
B.  Hickox.  The  wedding  will  take  place  October 
12  in  Cleveland. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Adeline  Belcher  and  Mr. 
Ralph  Wheeler  McConnick  took  place  Monday 
evening  at  the  Palace  Ilotel.  Miss  Roberta 
Belcher  was  the  maid  of  honor  and  the  brides- 
maids were  the  Misses  Xadine  Sherwood  and  Calla 
Hale  of  Marysville  and  Miss  Ruth  Goodman  of 
Berkeley.  Mr.  Barclay  Henley  was  best  man. 
The  bride  is  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rich- 
ard Belcher  of  Marysville-  Mr.  McCormick  is 
the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  H.  McCormick  of 
Alameda. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Haight  fStrong  and  Mr.  Walde- 
raar  Young  were  married  Saturday  at  the  home 
of  the  bride,  in  Parnassus  Heights.  Mrs.  Young 
is  the  daughter  of  the  late  Governor  Haight  and 
a  sister  of  Mr.  Harry  Haight.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Young   will    reside    in    this    city. 

From  London  comes  the  announcement  of  the 
marriage  of  Miss  Rose  McClellan  to  Captain 
Charles  A.  Easton,  U.  S.  A.  The  bride  is  the 
daughter  of  Brigadier-General  John  McClellan,  U. 
S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  McClellan  and  a  sister  of  Miss 
Josephine  McClellan.  Captain  Easton  and  Mrs. 
Easton  will  reside  at  Fort  Douglas.  Utah. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Isabelle  Donobue  Sprague 
and  Mr.  William  Henry  Pool  took  place  Thursday 
at  high  noon  at  the  home  in  Menlo  Park  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Richard  Sprague.  Mrs.  William  Dun- 
can, formerly  Miss  Myra  Josselyn,  was  the  matron 
of  honor  and  the  bridesmaids  were  the  Misses  Lee 
Girvin,  Janet  von  Schroder,  Edith  von  Schroder, 
Geraldine  Forbes,  Ysabel  Chase,  and  Janey  Her- 
rin  of  Chicago.  Mr.  Henri  von  Schroder  was 
best  man  and  the  ushers  were  the  Messrs.  Brad- 
ley Wallace,  Felton  Elkins,  Stewart  Lowery,  Ed- 
ward Evre,  Jr.,  William  Holloway,  and  Lieutenant 
W.  E.  Mclntyre,  U.  S.  X.  the  bride  is  the 
daughter  of  Mrs.  Sprague  and  the  late  Mr.  Mer- 
vyn  Donohue  and  a  granddaughter  of  the  late 
Mrs.  Peter  Donohue,  who  was  a  sister  of  Mrs. 
Eleanor  Martin.  Baroness  von  Schroder  is  an 
aunt  of  the  bride.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pool  will  leave 
shortly  for  New  York,  which  will  be  their  future 
home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norman  McLaren  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  the  wedding  of  their  daughter.  Miss 
Constance  McLaren,  and  Mr.  Millen  Griffith  of 
Ross,  which  will  take  place  Wednesday  after- 
noon, October  6,  at  St.  Luke's  Episcopal  Church. 
Miss  Dora  Winn  will  be  maid  of  honor  and  the 
chosen  bridesmaids  are  the  Misses  Isabelle 
Beaver,  Mauricia  Mintzer,  Cora  Otis,  Ethel  Mc- 
Allister, Harriet  Pomeroy,  and  Elizabeth  Cunning- 
ham. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Elizabeth  Hicks  and  Lieu- 
tenant Robert  Frank  Gross,  U.  S.  N.,  will  take 
place  October  23  at  the  home  in  Los  Angeles  of 
Mr.   and   Mrs.  Frank  S.  Hicks. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  Monday  even- 
ing at  an  informal  dance  in  honor  of  Miss  Isa- 
belle Donohue  Sprague  and  Mr.  William  Henry 
Pool. 

Mr.  Edward  M.  Greenway  was  host  at  a  dinner- 
dance  last  week  at  Pebble  Beach  Lodge  in  Mon- 
terey. Among  others  who  entertained  at  similar 
affairs  were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton 
Crocker,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Oscar  Cooper,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter 
S.    Martin,  and   Miss  Alice  Warner. 

Miss  Marguerite  Doe  gave  a  dinner-dance  at 
her  new  home  in  Montecito  in  honor  of  Miss  Lur- 
line    Matson    of   this    city. 

Mrs.  Henry  Clarence  Breeden  was  hostess  Fri- 
day at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  in  Burlingame. 

Andrew  Welch  entertained  the  young 
friends  of  her  two  little  daughters  at  an  after- 
noon party  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel.  The  occasion 
was    the    birthdav    anniversary    of    Miss    Florence 

Miss  Hannah  Du  Bois  was  hostess  at  a  bridge- 
tea    in   her  apartments  on   Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  Sutro  gave  a  reception 
last  week  to  celebrate  the  tenth  anniversary  of 
their  wedding. 

Mrs.  Wendell  Hainmon  was  hostess  at  a  the- 
atre and   supper  party. 

Mrs.  Bush  Fir.nell  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
bridge-tea  Friday  afternoon,   September  27. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Duval  Moore  entertained  their 
friends  at  a  barbecue  last  Saturday  at  the  Lagu- 
nitas  Country  Club. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  E.  Maud  gave  a  barbecue  last 
week  in  Monterey  and  entertained  a  large  num- 
ber of  guests. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harrison  Clay  gave  a  reception 
Wednesday  at  their  home  in  Oakland,  compli- 
mentary to  their  daughter,  Mrs.  Thomas  Wat- 
son,   a   bride    of   August.      Mr.    and    Mrs.    Watson 


will  reside  at  Artecore  Farm,  Strongs,  Massachu- 
setts. 

Colonel  Lea  Febiger,  Mrs.  Febiger,  and  the  of- 
ficers of  the  Sixteenth  and  Sixth  Infantry  gave  a 
reception  Wednesday  evening  at  the  Officers' 
Club  in  the  Presidio.  The  affair  was  in  honor  of 
Colonel  Cornelius  Gardener,  UL  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Gardener,  who  arrived  recently  from  Alaska. 

A  dance  was  given  Thursday  evening  in  the  loft 
at  Mare  Island  by  the  officers  of  the  U.  S.  S. 
South  Dakota. 

Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and  from  this  city  and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians: 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  are  occupying 
their  home  in  Burlingame  after  having  spent  the 
summer  in  Napa  County. 

Dr.  Philip  King  Brown,  Mrs.  Brown,  and  their 
guests,  Dr.  Richard  C.  Cabot  and  Mrs.  Cabot  of 
Boston,  left  today  for  Burlingame,  where  they 
will  remain  over  Sunday  with  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
William  H.    Crocker. 

Mrs.  James  Moffitt,  Sr.,  of  Oakland,  has  gone 
East  to  visit  her  daughter,  Mrs.  George  Double- 
day. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  R.  Wheeler  have  rented 
their  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  and  Gough  Street 
to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  C.  Hoover  of  London,  Eng- 
land. 

Mrs.  James  Carolan  and  Miss  Emily  Carolan 
left  Monday  to  visit  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Tim- 
low    at   their   home    near    Philadelphia. 

Miss  Rebecca  Shreve  went  East  with  Mrs. 
Wakefield  Baker  and  Miss  Marian  Baker  and  will 
visit  relatives  in  Utica,  New  York,  until  the 
opening  of  the   school   Briarcliff-on-the-Hudson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  R.  Shreve  have  rented 
for  the  winter  the  home  on  Broadway  of  Miss 
Alice    Wilkins. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  L.  Eastland  will  arrive 
shortly  from  New  York  and  will  spend  the  win- 
ter in  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Percy  Moore  will  spend  a  part 
of  the  winter  season  at  the  Hotel   St,   Francis. 

Mrs.  Edwin  R.  Dimond  has  returned  from  a 
visit   with    relatives   in    New   York. 

Miss  Margaret  Nichols  spent  the  week-end  in 
Burlingame  with   Miss  Helen  Crocker. 

Mr.  George  H.  Howard,  Jr.,  spent  the  week- 
end at  Stag's  Leap  as  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Horace  Blanchard   Chase. 

Mr.  Osgood  Hooker  left  Wednesday  for  New 
York  with  his  son,  Master  Osgood  Hooker,  Jr., 
who  will  return  to  the  Pomfrat  preparatory  school. 
They  were  accompanied  by  Master  Russell  Wilson 
of  Burlingame,  who  will  enter  Pomfrat  for  his 
first   term. 

Miss  Esther  Denny  is  the  guest  of  Miss  Anne 
Peters  at  her  home  in  Stockton. 

Miss  Eleanor  Davenport  has  been  spending  the 
past  week  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dixwell  Hewitt  at 
their  home  on  Broadway. 

Mr.  Roy  M.  Pike  has  gone  East  for  a  brief 
visit  and  upon  his  return  may  decide  to  reside 
permanently  in  this  city.  During  Mr.  Pike's  ab- 
sence Mrs.  Pike  will  remain  at  the  home  on 
Pacific  Avenue  of  her  father,  Captain  A.  M. 
Simpson. 

Miss  Ethel  Crocker  left  Wednesday  for  Eu- 
rope to  continue  her  studies  in  vocal  music  She 
was  accompanied  to  New  York  by  Mr.  William  H. 
Crocker,   Jr.,   who   will   return  to   Yale. 

Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  and  Miss  Helen 
Crocker  will  leave  next  Tuesday  for  New  York. 
Miss  E.  L.  Murison  has  returned  from  Europe, 
where  she  has  been  traveling  during  the  past  year. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels  will  ar- 
rive next  week  in  New  York  from  Europe,  and 
will   spend  the  winter  in  this  city. 

Miss  Ua  Sonntag  has  returned  from  Sacramento, 
where  she  has  been  visiting  Miss  Corinne  Dill- 
man. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Crawford  Green  (formerly  Miss 
Natalie  Coffin)  have  returned  from  their  wedding 
trip  and  are  established  in  their  new  home  on 
Washington   Street, 

Mr.  Roderick  McCleay  has  returned  to  his  home 
in  Portland  after  a  brief  visit  in  this  city  and 
Monterey. 

Mrs.  Fletcher  Ryer  will  arrive  shortly  from 
Europe  for  a  few  weeks'  visit.  Miss  Doris  Ryer 
will  remain  in  school  in  Paris  during  the  absence 
of  her  mother,  who  will  return  to  Paris  for  the 
holidays. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Taylor,  Jr.,  will  spend 
the  winter  with   Mrs.   William  H.    Taylor,   Sr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Fennimore  have  taken  an 
apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue,  where  they  are 
established    for   the  winter. 

Mrs.  Charles  Slack  and  the  Misses  Edith  and 
Ruth    Slack  have    returned    from    Europe. 

Miss  Cornelia  Bryce  and  Miss  Ruth  Morgan 
have  returned  to  New  York  after  an  extended 
visit  in  California.  Miss  Bryce  will  visit  friends 
in  the  East  before  sailing  for  Europe,  where  she 
will  join  her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lloyd  Bryce, 
at  The  Hague. 

Dr.  Frederick  W.  Harnden  and  Mrs.  Harnden 
have  rc-turned  to  their  home  in  Berkeley  after  an 
absence  of  eight  months  in  Europe. 

Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels  and  her  children  have 
returned    from    their    country    home,    Sobre    Vista, 


Made  on  Honor 

Our  personal  honor  stands  behind 
every  carton  of  ARISTOCRATICA 
Chocolates,  recognized  without 
an  equal  in  this  country. 

In  perfecting  this  candy  we  use,  by 
private  arrangement,  the  famous 
Henry  Maillard  chocolate,  purest  and 
most  costly. 

75  cents  the  pound  carton. 


°IG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


in  Sonoma  County,  where  they  have  been  spend- 
ing the  summer.  Mr.  Spreckels  is  expected  home 
next  week  from  New  York  after  a  month's  ab- 
sence   from    the    city-. 

Mrs.  Jane  Whittier  Both  in  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Genevieve  Bothin,  are  occupying  apartments 
at   the   Fairmont   Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Latham  McMullin  have  returned 
from  Lake   Tahoe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Cheever  Cowdin  have  returned 
from  a  few  daj-s'  visit  in   Monterey. 

Mrs.  Ernest  Robinson  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Kansas  City  after  a  visit  with  her  parents, 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    William   Ingraham   Kip. 

Mrs.  George  Gardner  and  her  little  daughter 
have  returned  to  their  home  in  Cleveland  after 
having  spent  the  summer  with  Mrs.  Thomas  Find- 
lay  and  Miss  Mary  Findlay. 

Mr.  Philip  Paschel  has  returned  from  the  Colo- 
rado Canon  and  is  established  for  the  winter  at 
the  Bellevue  Hotel. 

The  Misses  Rosita  and  Josephine  Nieto  have 
returned    from    Santa    Barbara. 

Major  Haldiman  Putnam  Young,  who  has  re- 
cently retired  from  the  army,  and  Mrs.  Young 
have  returned  from  the  East  and  will  reside  per- 
manently in  this  city.  Mrs.  Young  was  formerly 
Miss  Marie  Yoorhies. 

Captain  J.  R.  Pourie,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Pourie 
will  spend  the  winter  at  the  Hotel  St,  Francis. 

Captain  L.  L.  Johnson,  U.  S.  A,,  formerly  mili- 
tary aide  to  President  Taft,  spent  a  few  days 
here  en  route  from  Manila  to  Washington,  D.    C. 

Mrs.  Joseph  Bancroft  returned  last  week  to 
her  home  in  the  East  after  a  brief  visit  in  this 
city  with  her  brother.  Captain  Howard,  U.  S.  A., 
who  arrived  recently  from  the  Philippines. 

Mrs.  Clarence  Kempff  has  returned  to  Mare 
Island  from  Lake  Tahoe,  where  she  spent  several 
weeks  with  her  mother,   Mrs.  Charles  Brigham. 

Mrs.  Bowman  McCalla  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Stella  McCalla,  have  returned  to  Santa  Barbara 
after  a  week's  visit  in  town.  They  expect  to  sail 
November  2  for  Europe,  where  they  will  join 
Lieutenant  Dudley  W.  Knox,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Knox,  who  are  residing  abroad.  Mrs.  Knox  was 
formerly   Miss   Lily   McCalla. 

■*-•-*■ 

The  valuable  paintings,  water  colors,  en- 
gravings, and  other  objects  of  art  that  for  so 
many  years  were  in  the  lobby  and  greenroom 
of  Dalj-'s  Theatre  in  New  York,  will  be  sold 
to  the  highest  bidder  at  the  Anderson  Art 
Galleries  in  New  York  late  in  November. 
Seventy-six  lots  will  be  sold,  including  fine 
old  portraits  of  theatrical  celebrities.  Among 
these  are  David  Garrick,  by  Sir  Joshua  Rey- 
nolds ;  Kitty  Clive,  by  Sir  Joshua  Reynolds ; 
Nell  Gwynn,  by  Sir  Peter  Lely ;  and  por- 
traits of  Mrs.  Cibber,  Mrs.  Siddons,  Peg 
Woffington,  George  Frederick  Cook,  James  W. 
Wallack,  John  McCullough,  Charles  Fisher, 
Charlotte  Cushman,  Duse,  Von  Possart,  the 
German  tragedian;  Ada  Rehan,  Clara  Fisher 
Maeder,  John  Drew,  Lester  Wallack,  Edwin 
Booth,  and  many  others.  Among  the  other 
items  in  the  collection  are  old  playbills,  such 
as  a  David  Garrick  bill  of  Drury  Lane,  De- 
cember 18,  1756 ;  old  spinets,  harpsichords, 
draperies,  etc.  This  sale,  one  of  the  really 
notable  ones  scheduled  in  New  York  for  the 
coming  season,  recalls  the  sale  of  the  late  Mi 
Daly's  books  in  1900,  which  realized  about 
$200,000  and  attracted  collectors,  professional 
and  amateur,  from  all  parts  of  the  world. 
The  present  sale  is  made  by  order  of  Messrs. 
Klaw  &  Erlanger,  who  purchased  the  collec- 
tion shortly  after  Mr.  Daly's  death.  The  An- 
derson Auction  Company  is  preparing  a  cata- 
logue of  the  sale,  which  will  be  issued  early 
in  November. 


Henry  Miller  has  opened  his  tour  in  "The 
Rainbow,"  A.  E.  Thomas's  comedy  which  ran 
prosperously  at  the  Liberty  Theatre,  New- 
York,  last  season.  This  is  his  first  season 
on  the  road  with  his  new  play.  After  the 
first  of  the  year  Mr.  Miller,  in  association 
with  Klaw  &  Erlanger,  will  produce  a  new 
play  by  Mr.  Thomas,  the  author  of  "The 
Rainbow,"  which  is  to  be  called  "The  Black 
Flag,"  and  he  will  also  present  Laura  Hope 
Crews  in  a  new  comedy  of  New  York  life  by 
Mr.  Thomas. 


The  French  daily  paper,  L'Echo  de  VOust. 
has  received  a  cablegram  from  Raphael  Weill. 
now  in  Paris,  subscribing  $10,000  to  the  fund 
for  the  erection  here  of  an  old  people's  home. 
The  fund  has  reached  to  date  the  sum  of 
$15,438.  Raphael  Weill  announces  also  that 
he  has  secured  the  bust  of  the  poet  Victor 
Hugo,  made  by  the  great  sculptor,  Rodin. 
The  bust  is  to  be  erected  by  the  French 
colony  in  Golden   Gate  Park  in   1915. 


The  productions  planned  by  John  Cort  for 
this  year  (according  to  the  New  York  papers), 
are  Frederick  Chapin's  farce,  "C.  O.  D." : 
Pixky  and  Luder's  new  opera,  "The  Gypsy," 
with  Lina  Abarbanell :  Mrs.  Leslie  Carter  in 
a  new  play ;  "Ransomed,"  a  new  play  by 
Theodore  Burt  Sayre  and  Cleveland  Rodgers, 
and  John  Philip  Sousa's  new  opera,  "The 
Glassblowers." 


Klaw  &  Erlanger  will  present  Maclyn  Ar- 
buckle  in  "The  Round-Up"  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  for  two  weeks  commencing  Monday, 
September  30.  Aside  from  the  powerful 
theme  of  the  dramatic  story,  "The  Round- 
Up"  abounds  in  comedy  of  a  most  likeable 
sort.  Its  return  engagement  will  be  popular 
here. 

■«•»■ 

T.  Daniel  Frawley,  erstwhile  producing  the- 
atrical manager,  and  kindly  remembered  in 
San  Francisco,  is  now  in  New  York,  chief  of 
the  department  that  engages  actors  and  act- 
resses  for   Henry   W.   Savage's  attractions. 


Lecocq,  the  Rival  of  Offenbach. 
Among  those  who  applauded  a  recent  per-  ■ 
formance  in  Paris  of  Lebars  "Count  of 
Luxemburg"  was  Charles  Lecocq,  the  com- 
poser of  the  "Fille  de  Mme.  Angot"  and  other 
comic  operas  which  for  decades  rivaled  in 
popularity  those  of  Offenbach.  Though 
eighty-four  years  old,  he  is  still  alert  in  mind 
an<J  body,  and  enjoys  all  the  good  things  of 
the  theatre  that  come  along.  To  a  corre- 
spondent of  the  Italian  periodical,  La  Stampa, 
he  told  the  story  the  other  day  of  how  he 
came  to  write  the  most  successful  of  his 
operettas.  It  was  in  June,  1871,  that  Hum- 
bert, a  manager  in  Brussels,  brought  him  the 
"Mme.  Angot"  libretto.  He  was  not  particu- 
larly pleased  with  it,  but  set  it  to  music  to 
please  Humbert.  The  chorus  of  conspirators, 
which  was  destined  to  become  popular,  gave 
him  much  trouble,  and  he  rewrote  it  re- 
peatedly before  he  was  satisfied.  At  the  first 
performance,  in  Brussels,  the  first  act  fell  flat. 
The  second  act,  however,  was  a  brilliant  suc- 
cess, and  when  the  performance  was  over, 
more  than  one  expert  told  him  that  the  ope- 
retta would  be  the  biggest  success  of  the  sea- 
son. So  it  proved  to  be.  It  ran  uninter- 
ruptedly from  February  21,  1873,  to  April, 
1874,  and  the  receipts  aggregated  1,632,400 
francs. 

-»♦»• 

A  New  Jersey  man  has  left  a  singular  will, 
perhaps  the  most  singular  provision  of  which 
is  that  his  son  shall  have  the  sura  of  $200  a 
year  for  taking  a  vacation,  on  which  he  shall 
not  be  accompanied  by  his  wife  or  by  any  rel- 
ative A  certified  statement  of  vacation  ex- 
penses must  be  presented  to  the  trustee  be- 
fore any  subsequent  payments  will  be  made. 
And  if  the  man  does  not  use  the  mone3T  in 
the  manner  directed  it  shall  be  divided  equally 
between  the  Presbyterian,  Methodist,  and 
Catholic  churches  of  the  town. 


WANTED 

2  Salesmen 

To  sell  high-grade  suburban  prop- 
erty. Applicants  must  have  been 
successful  in  selling  to  the  better 
class.  Previous  real  estate  ex- 
perience not  necessary.  Liberal 
commissions,  office  co-operation, 
leads,  etc.  State,  in  full,  selling 
experience.  Answers  confiden- 
tial.     Box  16,  Argonaut  office. 


WAN'TED— By  experienced  pianiste,  Berlin 
and  Leipsie  training,  a  position  near  San 
Francisco  as  teacher  in  young  ladies  board- 
ing school  or  to  learn  of  a  neighborhood 
where  a  class  of  pupils  could  be  obtained. 
First-class  references  furnished.  Address  Box 
R.  Argonaut  office. 


Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault? 
$1  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

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September   21st. 

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September  21.  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


191 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Mayor  Rolph  has  issued  a  formal  notifica- 
tion that  October  12,  the  anniversary  of  the 
discovery  of  America  by  Columbus,  is  a  legal 
holiday  in  California. 


The  site  of  Japan's  exhibit  at  the  Panama- 
Pacific  International  Exposition  was  dedi- 
cated Wednesday  afternoon  with  elaborate 
ceremonies  in  the  presence  of  His  Imperial 
Japanese  majesty's  commission,  the  directors 
of  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition,  the  foreign 
consuls  and  several  thousand  persons.  The 
celebration  began  with  a  reception  at  the 
Fairmont,  followed  by  a  luncheon  at  the  Cliff 
House,  a  review  of  the  troops  at  the  Pre- 
sidio, and  the  raising  of  the  handsome  sign- 
board designed  by  Commissioner  Takeda.  As 
the  sign  was  raised  a  salute  of  twenty-one 
guns  was  fired  from  the  cruiser  Marblehead, 
anchored  in  the  bay. 


Mystery  surrounds  the  disappearance  of 
$70,000  from  the  estate  of  the  late  Jacob 
Marx,  retired  stock  broker,  who  died  here  in 
February  last.  In  his  safe  deposit  box  at  the 
Mercantile  Trust  Company  only  old  letters 
and  worthless  papers  were  found. 


The  principal  singers  of  the  Lambardi  Pa- 
cific Coast  Grand  Opera  Company,  with  mu- 
sicians, choristers,  stage  directors,  and  ward- 
robe mistresses,  arrived  on  Wednesday,  com- 
ing direct  from  Italy  via  New  York.  The 
company  was  met  at  Port  Costa  by  Impresario 
Lambardi,  Ettore  Patrizi,  general  manager, 
who  engaged  the  singers  when  in  Italy  re- 
cently :  Fortune  Gallo,  business  manager,  and 
prominent  members  of  the  local  Italian 
colony.  

The  Western  Metropolis  Savings  Bank  has 
applied  to  the  superior  court  for  permission 
to  change  its  corporate  name  to  Merchants' 
Savings  Bank.  The  institution  was  incorpo- 
rated September  19,  1910.  Since  that  time 
its  control  has  been  acquired  by  the  Mer- 
chants' National  Bank- 


J.  Maynard  Harlan,  son  of  the  late  Supreme 
Court  Justice  Harlan,  and  J.  Adam  Bede,  con- 
gressman from  Minnesota,  spoke  at  a  big  Re- 
publican meeting  at  the  National  Theatre 
Monday  evening. 


Superior  Court  Judge  James  M.  Seawell 
has  decided  against  Police  Commissioner 
Isaac  H.  Spiro  and  Fire  Commissioner  John 
Donohoe  in  their  efforts  to  prevent  Mayor 
Rolph  from  trying  them  on  charges  of  mal- 
feasance  in   office. 


The  University  of  California  Club  has  re- 
cently added  a  thousand  new  members  to  its 
roll.  As  a  celebration  of  the  termination  of 
the  campaign  to  secure  these  new  members 
a  gathering  was  held  at  the  clubrooms,  Stock- 
ton and  Geary  Streets.  The  speakers  who 
addressed  the  assembled  alumni  were  the 
president  of  the  university,  Edward  Rainey, 
Archie  McCloud,  R.  L.  Hathorn,  Douglas 
Brookman,  and  Judge  C.  H.  Lindley.  The 
University  Glee  Club  sang  a  number  of  col- 
lege songs  and  the  cadet  band  furnished  the 
music.  

Theodore  Roosevelt,  ex-President,  now 
seeking  a  third  term,  spoke  at  a  big  Bull 
Moose  meeting  at  the  Auditorium  last  Satur- 
day evening.  

Nearly  three  years  of  legal  warfare  be- 
tween Mrs.  Edie  W.  Gonzales  and  her  step- 
daughter. Miss  Anita  C.  Gonzales,  who,  while 
friends  in  1909,  together  contested  and  broke 
the  will  of  the  husband  and  father.  Dr. 
Mariano  E.  Gonzales,  because  it  disinherited 
the  widow  and  stepmother  if  she  ever  re- 
married, ended  in  the  superior  court  Monday. 
Judge  J.  J.  Van  Nostrand  signed  a  judgment 
commanding  the  daughter  to  accept  the  ver- 
dict of  a  board  of  arbitration  dividing  the 
physician's  $500,000  estate  between  the  two 
women.  The  bulk  of  the  estate  consists  of 
valuable  real  estate  in  Monterey,  Santa  Clara, 
and  Fresno  counties.  The  board  of  arbitra- 
tion which  divided  the  estate  between  the 
women  was  composed  of  former  Lieutenant- 
Governor  Warren  R.  Porter  of  Watsonville, 
Wellington  Gregg  of  San  Francisco,  and 
Robert  F.  Johnson,  president  of  the  Bank  of 
Gonzales.  

With  enthusiastic  addresses  and  patriotic 
music,  the  new  $210,000  building  of  the  Na- 
tive Sons  of  the  Golden  West  on  the  old  site, 
on  Mason  Street,  between  Geary  and  Post 
Streets,  was  dedicated  Sunday.  Prominent 
members  of  the  order,  among  them  many  city 
officials,  participated  in  the  exercises,  which 
were  held  in  the  auditorium  of  the  new  struc- 
ture.   

Clipping    seven    minutes    off    the    best    pre- 
vious  record,   Bobby   Beck,   an    eighteen-year- 
'd  Coggswell  High  School  boy,  swam  the  bay 
jnday   from   the   Vallejo    Street  pier   to    the 
lameda  mole  in  two  hours  and  one  minute. 


Howard  Presbyterian  Church  celebrated  its 
^ixty-second  anniversary  with  special  services 
Sunday.     The  programme  began   with   a   Sun- 

y-school  rally  at  9:30,  followed  by  fiag- 
raising  exercises.  The  anniversary  sermon 
■    is    delivered    by    the    Rev.    W.    N.    Friend, 


pastor,  who  was  baptized  in  that  church.  A 
special  tribute  was  paid  throughout  the  day 
to  the  Rev.  Samuel  H.  Willey,  the  first  pastor 
and  now  pastor  emeritus.  The  Rev.  Dr.  Wil- 
ley, now  a  resident  of  Berkeley,  where  he 
was  identified  with  the  founding  of  the  Uni- 
versity of  California,  has  passed  his  ninety- 
third  year.  

The  will  of  Edward  Pollitz,  founder  of  the 
San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange,  and  its  first 
president,  who  left  an  estate  of  more  than 
$1,000,000,  amassed  on  the  exchange,  has  been 
offered  for  probate.  The  principal  heirs  are 
Carl  Pollitz,  a  brother,  and  Desire  Pollitz,  a 
niece,  residing  at  Frankfort-on-the-Main. 
Germany  ;  Mrs.  Amelia  Ncgbauer,  a  sister,  re- 
siding at  Berlin,  and  the  family  of  George 
Pollitz,  a  nephew,  residing  in  New  York  City. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


Vale  Terra  Incognita. 
Ptolemy's  chart   has  long  been   spanned: 

Shoulder  to  shoulder  arc  East  and  West; 
Few   are  the  acres  of  No    Man's    Land; 

The  sea  is  a  storm -cleansed  palimpsest. 
Venture's    magical    alkahest 

Resolves  to   fact  each  mystic  2one. 
Where   are   the   Islands    of  the    Blest? 

Where  shall   we   seek  the   Great   Unknown? 

Earth  yields  her  secrets  to  brave  demand: 

Since    Magellan    first   her   girdle   possessed, 
Rare    is    the   desert,    peak,    or    strand 

Which   Daring's   name  does  not  invest. 
Columbus,    Drake,    La   Salle  attest 

That    Mystery    some   time    has    flown 
Far    from   her   awesome    western    nest — 

Where  shall  we  seek  the   Great   Unknown  ? 

Pern    still   bears   Pizarro's   brand; 

Da  Garaa  made  of  the  Cape  a  jest; 
Stanley   has  pierced  beyond  the    Rand; 

Cook  made  port  on  Hawaii's  breast. 
The  guarded    Poles   could    not  arrest 

Peary  and  Amundsen;   now  prone 
Are   the   last   prized    Grails   of   Interest — 

Where   shall   we   seek  the    Great  Unknown? 

Prince    of    Adventure,    name   us    a    quest! 

Tell  us  your  Knights  of  the  Rolling  Stone, 
Slaves  of    your    Overlord,    Unrest, 

Where  shall  we  seek  the  Great  Unknown  ? 
— Richard   Butler   Gtaetizer,   in    the   Bookman. 


Ben  Jonson's  "New  Song"  at  the  Mermaid  Tavern. 
Marlowe    is    dead,    and    Greene    is    in    his    grave, 

And   sweet   Will    Shakespeare  long  ago    is   gone! 
Our  Ocean-shepherd  sleeps  beneath  the  wave; 
Robin  is  dead,   and  Marlowe  in  his  grave. 
Why  should   I   stay  to   chant   an   idle  stave, 

And   in   my    Mermaid   Tavern   drink  alone? 
For  Kit  is  dead,   and   Greene  is  in  his  grave, 

And   sweet  Will    Shakespeare  long  ago    is   gone. 

Where  is  the  singer  of  the  Faerie  Queen? 

Where    are   the   lyric   lips   of    Astrophel  ? 
Long,  long  ago,   their  quiet  graves   were  green! 
Ay,   and  the  grave,  too,  of  their  Faerie  Queen! 
And   yet   their    faces,    hovering   here   unseen, 

Call    me   to    taste   their    new-found    cenomel; 
To   sup    with   him  who    sang  the    Faerie    Queen; 

To  drink  with  him  whose  name  was  Astrophel. 

I  drink  to  that  great  Inn  beyond  the  grave! 
— If    there    be    none,    the    gods    have    done    us 
wrong. — 
Ere  long  I  hope  to  chant  a  better  stave 
In   some  great  Mermaid  Inn  beyond   the   grave; 
And    quaff    the    best    of    earth    that    heaven    can 
save — 
Red   wine  like  blood,   deep  love   of  friends,   and 
song. 
I  drink  to  that  great  Inn  beyond  the  grave; 
And  hope  to  greet  my  golden  lads  ere  long. 
— Alfred   A'oyes,    in   Blackwood's   Magazine. 


The  Nobler  Birth. 
When    death    from    thee    thy    nearest    friend    hath 
taken, 
Bear  forth  to  Nature's  glowing  bloom  thy  grief; 
From  woods  and  waters,  to  thy  soul's  relief, 
She   whispers    lovingly  to   thee   forsaken. 
Aye,  though  her  bounding  life  in  thee  awaken 
A  deeper  yearning  for  that  life  too  brief 
Thus  to  be  garnered  like  a  ripened  sheaf — 
Nay,  fruit  half  ripe,  to  earth  by  tempest  shaken — 
Lo,   'neath  the  sun-shot  leafage  by  thy  side, 

As  heard   in  dreamland,  breathes   that  voice   ap- 
pealing: 
"Know  I  am  one  with  sea  and  earth, 
My  vision    infinite,    to    flesh   denied, 
Vistas   of  life   unspeakable  revealing; 

Ye   grope   as   yet   unborn;    mine  is   true   birth," 
— William    Addison    Houghton,    in    Boston    Tran- 
script. 

Poppies  in  the  "Wheat. 
When  waning   summer   brings   hushed    autumntide, 

And    quails    break    Sabbath    with    their    whistling 
sweet ; 

Then  flame  the  crimson  poppies  in  the  wheat 
Where  all  the  land  is  fragrant  as  a  bride! 
The  glory  of  the  harvest  and  its  pride — 

Forevermore  they  flutter  in  the  heat: 

Music  of  autumn  do  their  lips  repeat; 
They  share  a  rapture  and  a  joy  world  wide! 

The  wheat  is  old  as  Egypt,   and    its  croon 

Breathes    songs    of    bursting    barn    and    granary. 
Only  the  poppies  with  their  dancing  keep 

Sweet  memories  of  romance  and  of  June; 

And    echoes    soft   of   springtime's   verdant  sweep 
When    April    touched    the    world    with    witchery! 
— Edward    Wilbur    Mason,    in    the    Craftsman. 
-•  — 

The  final  performance  of  the  remarkable 
American  play  by  George  Broadhurst,  "Bought 
and  Paid  For,"  will  be  given  this  Saturday 
night  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

■«♦»- 

A  Tempting  Package  of  Home-Made  Candy 
— "Home-Made  Specials."  There's  a  satisfy- 
ing variety  in  each  box — taffies,  fudges, 
creamy  and  brittle  kinds,  and  caramels,  too. 
Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


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It  is  economical — being  of  superior 
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American  Plan : 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Nebuchadnezzar  was  cropping  grass.  "Makes 
me  feel  like  a  bull  moose,"  he  boasted. — New 
York  Sun. 

Chimmie — Hey,  Maggie,  hold  dis  bag  o' 
peanuts  fer  me  fer  a  minute — here  comes  a 
poor  relation  0'  mine! — Life. 

Rafferty — Sure,  Kelly,  but  I'm  glad  to  see 
yez.  I  thought  ye  were  dead.  I  heard  siv'ral 
payple  shpakin'  well  av  yez. — Puck. 

"Money,  after  all,  means  nothing  but 
trouble."  "Still,  it  is  the  only  kind  of  trouble 
which  it  is  hard  to  borrow." — Baltimore 
American. 

The  Husband — If  I  should  die,  will  you 
ever  marry  again  ?  His  Wife  (an  actress) — 
What  will  your  dying  have  to  do  with  it, 
dearest  ? — Puck. 

She — I  never  saw  Mrs.  Havertime  with  that 
man  before.  I  must  find  out  who  he  is.  He 
— You  needn't  worry ;  it's  only  her  husband. 
— Illustrated  Bits. 

"Another   big    advance    in    prices !"  "Good 

gracious !"      "It's    shoes    this    time  I"  "How 

you  startled  me.     I   was  afraid  it  was  tires." 
— JVashington  Star. 

Mabel — George  gave  me  such  a  lovely  dia- 
mond engagement  ring.  Gladys — But  he'll 
want  you  to  give  it  back  to  him.  He  always 
does. — Baltimore  American. 

Teacher — Come,  Tommy,  don't  tell  me  you 
don't  know  what  a  biped  is.  Why,  your 
father's  one.  Pupil — No,  he  aint,  neither. 
He's   a    Bull-Mooser. — Baltimore  American. 

"No  use  locking  the  stable  door  after  the 
horse  is  stolen."  "I  should  say  that  was  the 
very  time  to  lock  it.  They  might  come  back 
after    the    automobile." — Washington    Herald. 

Young  Bachelor — I  often  wonder  if  I'm 
making  enough  money  to  get  married  on. 
Old  Benedick — Well,  I  don't  know  how  much 
you're  making,  but  you  aren't ! — London 
Opinion. 

"A  thing  of  beauty  is  a  joy  forever,"  re- 
marked the  husband  as  he  surveyed  her 
gown.  "You  can't  jolly  me  into  wearing  this 
dress  another  season,"  responded  the  wife. — 
Washington  Herald. 

Bacon — They  say  that  much  of  a  man's  in- 
terest in  woman  is  due  to  his  inability  to  un- 
derstand her.  Egbert — If  that  is  so  I  can't 
understand  why  he  should  ever  lose  interest. 
— Yonkers  Statesman. 

"What's  new  in  the  news  ?"  "Terrible 
scandal  at  Oldport.  It  has  leaked  out  that 
Mrs.  Wallaby-Wombat,  the  society  leader, 
exacts  a  percentage  of  her  servants'  tips." — 
Louisville   Courier-Journal. 

"The  marriage  took  place  in  prison."  "I 
don't  believe  in  jail  birds  being  allowed  to 
marry."  "You  mistake  your  people.  This 
was  a  prominent  banker  and  a  militant  suf- 
fragette."— Washington    Herald. 

"There's  only  one  fault  I  have  to  find  with 
that  financial  backer,"  said  the  candidate  in  a 
tone  of  annoyance.  "What  is  that?"  "He 
keeps  referring  to  our  party  platform  as  a 
prospectus." — Washington  Star. 

Mrs.  Peckem — This  paper  says  that  "joy 
rides"  are  all  the  rage  in  the  East.  What  in 
the  world  is  a  joy  ride?  Peckem — It  must  be 
the  kind  a  married  man  takes  when  he  travels 
alone  and  rides  in  the  smoking-car. — Chicago 
News. 

Mrs.  Youngbride  (at  the  baker's) — The 
holes  in  these  doughnuts  are  very  large.  You 
ought  to  make  some  reduction.  Baker — Can't 
do  that,  mum ;  but  I'll  allow  you  a  cent  each 
for  the  holes  if  you'll  return  'em. — Boston 
Transcript. 

"How  did  you  come  to  bid  so  extravagantly 
on  so  poor  a  hand?"  asked  the  patient  part- 
ner. "Humph !"  returned  Mrs.  Flimgilt. 
"You  didn't  suppose  I  was  going  to  let  that 
woman  on  my  right  have  the  last  word,  did 
you  ?" — Washington  Star. 

Edith — That  Mr.  Phan  is  conversationally 
impossible.  Ethel — Why  so?  Edith — We 
were  talking  about  the  theatre,  and  when  I 
inquired  what  was  his  favorite  play  he  said 
if  he  had  any  favorite  it  was  seeing  a  man 
steal  second. — Boston  Transcript. 

"  'By  the  Sea'  is  a  very  pretty  title  for  your 
picture,"  said  the  interested  onlooker.  "But 
the  sea  is  too  green  and  the  waves  are  too 
fluffy. "  "That's  so,"  replied  the  artist.  "I'll 
paint  some  branches  and  twigs  into  it  and 
call  it  'The  Woodland  Way.'" — Washington 
Star. 

The  Ape — Kicked  out  of  Paradise,  aren't 
you  ?  What  are  you  going  to  do  ?  You're 
down  and  out !  Adam — Bah  !  I'll  just  or- 
ganize a  Progressive  party,  let  Eve  in  on  a 
Suffragette  plank,  and  the  November  elections 
will  put  us  back  into  Eden  hands  down. — 
Puck. 

"Do  you  think."  csked  i!il-  old-fashioned 
woman,  "that  we  ought  to  have  two  more 
battleships?"  "I  do,  most  emphatically,"  re- 
plied the  fair  Moosette.  "I  was  at  Old  Point 
Comfort  for  three  weeks  last  spring  and  there 
were  not  half  enough  battleships  there  to  fur- 


Diner — Look,  waiter  !      A   gray 
soup !       Waiter — Ah,     m'sieur     i< 


nish   lieutenants  for  the  women  who  wanted 
to   dance." — Chicago  Record-Herald. 

hair  in   the 
like     me ! 
M'sieur  regret  also  ze  leetle  blonde  cook  who 
is  gone  ? — Puck. 

Tired  Business  Man  (sorrowfully) — Say, 
Willie,  my  wife  died  this  morning.  I  won't 
be  down  this  afternon.  Be  sure  that  the 
mail  gets  to  the  postoffice.  Willie  (wistfully) 
— Yessir.  Say,  boss,  if  yer  gits  der  chanst 
phone  some  of  der  score  in. — Chicago  Record- 
Herald. 

"That  was  the  meanest  crook  I  ever  ran 
across,"  said  the  police  officer  in  a  com- 
munity where  graft  prevails.  "What  has  he 
done?"  "He  got  me  to  fix  up  an  iron-clad 
system  of  'protection'  for  him  and  his  gang, 
and  then  robbed  the  savings  bank  where  I 
put  my  rake-off." — Washington  Star. 

"How  well  you  look?"  "Do  you  think  so?" 
"Yes,  indeed,  I  do.  I  never  saw  you  looking 
better  in  my  life."  "I'm  so  glad  to  hear  you 
say  so.  I  hope  you  mean  it."  "I  really  do. 
Only  the  other  night  I  was  saying  to  my  hus- 
band that  there  are  a  lot  of  women  I  know 
who  aren't  half  so  old  as  you  that  don't  look 
nearly  so  young." — Detroit  Free  Press. 


An  old  woman  walked  into  a  bank  in  In- 
verness, threw  down  her  deposit-book,  and 
said  she  wished  to  draw  all  her  money.  Hav- 
ing got  it,  she  retired  to  a  corner  of  the  room 
and  counted  it.  She  then  marched  up  to  the 
teller,  and  exclaimed :  "Ay,  that'll  doe,  ma 
man :  jist  pit  it  back  again.  I  only  wanted 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Outlook — "Cinching"  the  Railroads — 
Nicaragua  and  Elsewhere — The  Utah  Strike — General 
Nogi's   Motive— Editorial   Notes    193-195 

POLITICAL   COMMENT    195 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney   G.   P.    Coryn 196 

OLD  FAVORITES:     "A  Song  for  October,"  by  T.  A.  Daly; 

"Ode  to  Autumn,"  by  Thomas  Hood 196 

THE  LAWYERS'  CLUB  AT  HOME  AGAIN:  "Flaneur" 
Gives  New  York's  Latest  Word  in  Unique  and 
Sumptuous    Club-House    Appointments 197 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 197 

CAPTAIN  BARNABY  COMES  ASHORE:  Whereby  the 
Shadow  of  the  Burglar  Fades.  By  Frederick  Ferdi- 
nand   Moore     198 

A    PLAY   WITH    A    PURPOSE:     "Rule    Britannia"    on   the 

London  Stage.     By  Henry  C.  Shelley 199 

GEORGE  BERNARD  SHAW:  Dr.  Archibald  Henderson 
Writes  a  Critical  Biography  Which  Is  Issued  with  the 
Approval    of    Its    Hero 200 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
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DRAMA:     Grand   Opera   Once   More.     By   George   L.    Shoals        203 

FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 203 

VANITY  FAIR:  Insincerities  of  the  Newspaper  Column 
for  Women — A  Delicate  Piece  of  Make-Believe — The 
Shopper  and  the  Salesgirl — An  Ugly  and  Selfish  Game 
— Mrs.  Belmont's  Entertainment  at  the  Beach — The 
Simple    Art    of    Amusement 204 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           205 

THE  MERRY   MUSE 205 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts           206 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:      Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    207 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "To  a  Sea-Bird,"  by  Clyde  Walton 
Hill;  "A  Vagabond  at  the  Gates,"  by  Glenn  Ward 
Dresbach   207 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 208 


The  Outlook. 

Among  the  demonstrations  of  the  Vermont  and 
Maine  elections  is  this  significant  fact,  that  the  Repub- 
lican party  as  compared  with  the  Democratic  party  is 
not  losing  ground.  That  is  to  say,  where  the  Repub- 
lican party  is  united  it  more  than  holds  its  own  as 
against  its  traditional  rival  and  competitor.  There 
would,  practically  speaking,  be  comfortable  if  not  posi- 
tive assurance  of  Republican  success  in  November  if 
there  were  no  Bull-Moose  movement  to  divide  the  party 
forces  and  neutralize  .its  powers.  If  the  Republican 
party  shall  fail  in  November,  and  candor  requires  it 
to  be  said  that  the  outlook  is  not  hopeful,  the  respon- 
sibility for  its  failure  must  rest  upon  those  who  from 
one  motive  or  another  have  intruded  into  the  situation 
a  factor  planned  and  sustained  in  the  interest  of  di- 
vision and  destruction.  Primarily  the  blame  must  rest 
upon  Theodore  Roosevelt,  who  above  all  other  men 
of  this  generation  has  been  the  son  of  its  favors  and 
the  beneficiary  of  its  powers. 

We  have  said,  since  the  Argonaut  does  not  permit 
itself   to   indulge    in    exaggerations   of   partisan    hope- 


fulness, that  the  outlook  for  Republican  success 
does  not  appear  bright.  We  fear  that  there  will 
be  such  division  of  forces  hitherto  Republican  and 
normally  in  opposition  to  the  Democratic  party  as 
to  permit  the  Democratic  candidate  to  win,  not 
through  the  will  of  a  majority  of  the  voters,  but 
through  the  chances  of  a  three-cornered  contest. 
The  present  look  of  things  is  that  Mr.  Roosevelt 
will  get  enough  votes  in  certain  close  states,  not  indeed 
to  elect  him,  but  to  give  the  election  to  Mr.  Wilson. 
This  is  the  judgment  of  the  wisest  political  critics 
everywhere,  and  it  stands  to  reason  in  view  of  the 
general  situation. 

Yet  many  changes  may  occur  within  the  six  weeks 
between  now  and  election  day.  There  are  multi- 
plied evidences  that  the  country  is  getting  around 
to  comprehension  of  the  fact  that  the  Republican 
candidate  stands  for  policies  which  have  always 
spelled  prosperity  as  against  two  other  candidates 
whose  promises,  if  they  should  be  carried  into 
effect,  would  surely  take  us  into  a  period  of  change, 
of  uncertain  conditions,  probably  of  reaction  and  hard 
times.  Crops  are  the  best  in  years ;  the  productive 
energy  of  the  country  is  at  high  tide;  the  business 
prospect  normally  regarded  is  excellent.  Reelection  of 
Mr.  Taft  would  be  assurance  of  stability,  an  incite- 
ment to  energy,  to  investment,  to  all  manner  of  hopeful 
activities.  The  election  of  either  of  his  opponents 
could  not  fail  to  neutralize  business  calculations,  to 
put  distrust  in  the  place  of  confidence,  to  change  the 
prospect  of  general  prosperity  for  the  certainty  of  gen- 
eral lethargy.  That  this  consideration  is  being  borne 
in  upon  the  country  is  indicated  by  many  circum- 
stances. If  "big  business"  is  still  sullen  and  resentful 
toward  Mr.  Taft  for  his  severe  enforcements  of  the 
anti-trust  laws,  small  business  sees  in  him  the  true 
hope  of  the  situation.  The  small  merchant,  the  small 
manufacturer,  the  farmer,  the  salaried  man,  and  the 
wage-earner,  when  they  stop  to  think  must  realize  that 
their  individual  interests  are  tied  up  with  the  candi- 
date whose  policies  and  temperament  give  assurance 
of  continued  and  expanding  activity  in  the  vital  opera- 
tions of  industry,  production,  and  trade. 

Mr.  Wilson's  hope  of  success  rests  wholly  upon  di- 
vision among  Republicans  or  those  who  have  hitherto 
been  Republicans.  The  thing  may  work  to  his  advan- 
tage in  two  ways — first  by  dividing  the  Republican  or 
anti-Democratic  vote  into  two  minority  factions,  second 
by  inducing  members  of  each  of  these  factions  to  re- 
buke the  other  by  voting  for  the  Democratic  nominee. 
Independently  of  resentful  motives,  Mr.  Wilson  will 
get  practically  no  Republican  votes.  While  Mr.  Wil- 
son's candidacy  appears  hopeful,  it  is  not  because  of 
its  inherent  strength  or  because  there  is  in  it  the 
powers  of  growth.  In  truth,  it  is  not  growing.  The 
considerations  which  detracted  from  Mr.  Wilson  as  a 
pre-convention  candidate  are  rather  emphasized  than 
diminished  under  present  conditions.  Mr.  Wilson  com- 
mands respect  for  the  decency  of  his  character,  for  his 
poise,  for  the  scholarly  grace  of  his  utterances.  But  in 
his  doings  and  sayings  as  a  candidate  there  is  no  force 
of  moral  conviction,  no  carrying  power  of  wisdom,  no 
assurance  to  the  practical  world.  More  and  more  it 
appears  that  Dr.  Wilson  is  a  highly  respectable,  emi- 
nently scholastic,  worthily  gracious  man ;  but  the  con- 
viction grows  that  he  would  be  better  placed  as  the  star 
attraction  of  a  summer  school  than  in  the  essentially 
practical  work  of  a  political  administrator.  If  it  be 
true  that  Mr.  Wilson  does  not  lose  ground,  that  he 
commands  and  will  hold  the  united  strength  of  his 
party,  the  fact  nevertheless  remains  that  he  is  not  a 
strong  candidate. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  strength  is  of  course  a  matter  of 
opinion.  He  has  devoted,  even  fanatical  followers, 
who  admire  him  equally  for  his  faults  and  his  virtues. 
No  inconsistency,  no  enormity,  disturbs  a  confidence 
which  has  become  as  a  species  of  religion.  Yet  to  men 
of  sobe-  thought   it   becomes   more   and   more  evident 


that  he  is  an  aberrant  if  not  a  positively  insane  man. 
His  outbursts  of  vanity  and  bad  temper,  his  hypocri- 
sies and  falsehoods,  his  curious  windings  and  evasions, 
are  a  shock  alike  to  intelligence  and  taste.  His  elec- 
tion is,  we  think,  a  thing  absolutely  impossible,  thougV 
there  are  forces  working  for  him  which  may  yield  a 
heavy  vote  in  certain  states.  Plainly  he  is  supported 
on  the  one  hand  by  "big  business,"  as  illustrated  in  the 
circumstances  of  his  personal  and  financial  affiliations. 
"Wall  Street,"  through  the  quiet  agencies  of  its  in- 
fluence, advises  that  he  is  "less  dangerous"  than  either 
Taft  or  Wilson.  And  the  reasons  are  not  far  to  seek, 
Taft  has  angered  the  great  trusts  by  proceeding  against 
them  as  criminals  under  the  law,  where  Roosevelt  in 
his  day  merely  talked  loud  and  waved  the  big  stick 
even  while  receiving  favors  and  inviting  suggestions 
from  the  great  magnates  as  to  his  executive  policies. 
Wall  Street,  knowing  them  both,  prefers  Roosevelt  the 
man  of  words  to  Taft  the  man  of  deeds,  for  it  knows 
that  it  is  deeds,  not  words,  that  count.  On  the  other 
hand,  there  is  the  possibility  of  Roosevelt's  winning  a 
considerable  support  from  the  element  of  organized 
labor.  His  policy  in  the  presidency  was  always  to 
make  concessions  to  the  leaders  of  labor.  Mr.  Gompers 
was  a  constant  visitor  at  the  White  House,  and  not  an 
ineffective  one.  It  was  under  a  bargain  with  Gom- 
pers, be  it  remembered,  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  urged  upon 
the  Republican  convention  of  1908  a  plank  in  support 
of  discrimination  favoring  organized  labor  in  the  mat- 
ter of  the  injunction  process.  It  is  quite  within  the  pos- 
sibilities that  Mr.  Gompers,  who  has  nothing  to  gain 
from  Mr.  Taft  and  not  much  to  hope  for  from  Mr. 
Wilson,  may  have  made  another  bargain  with  Mr. 
Roosevelt. 

Be  all  this  as  it  may,  Mr.  Wilson  remains  upon  a 
reasonable  calculation  of  chances  the  favorite  in  all 
centres  of  speculation.  His  candidacy,  if  a  stationary 
one,  appears  a  very  hopeful  one.  Mr.  Taft  is  in  the 
position  of  a  growing  candidate  with  all  the  argu- 
ments of  universal  interest  centring  upon  him  and 
with  every  hope  of  advantage  through  process  of  time. 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  position  is  that  of  one  with  no  real 
hope  of  election,  but  who  is  rather  more  than  likely  by 
his  powers  of  disturbance  and  of  political  cajolery  to 
divide  the  normal  Republican  strength  into  hopeless 
minority  factions — to  the  end  of  party  defeat  and  with 
the  inevitable  consequence  of  turning  the  country  over 
to  Democracy. 

"Cinching"  the  Railroads. 

The  extent  to  which  the  state  commission  has  as 
sumed  supervision  of  railroad  affairs  is  attested  bj 
action  within  the  week  with  respect  to  West  Berkeley 
station.  According  to  reports  in  the  daily  papers,  the 
commission  has  directed  the  construction  by  the  South- 
ern Pacific  Company  at  West  Berkeley  of  a  station 
building  upon  plans  which  must  be  submitted  for  its 
(the  commission's)  approval,  and  within  a  time  limit  of 
eight  months.  It  is  specified  that  the  station  must  be 
changed  from  its  present  location  and  that  the  projected 
structure  must  "cost  not  less  than  $15,000,"  and  that  it 
must  be  "roofed  in  red  tiles."  Furthermore  all  intra- 
state trains  must  stop  at  West  Berkeley. 

Outside  of  West  Berkeley  this  matter  will  be  of  in- 
terest only  as  illustrating  the  powers — or  the  assump- 
tion of  powers — of  the  state  commission  over  property 
which,  if  in  a  sense  quasi-public,  is  in  another  sense 
private.  The  state  railroad  commission  is  essentially 
a  political  body.  It  is  appointed  by  the  governor, 
and  is  therefore  subject  to  his  authority — bound  to  do 
what  he  tells  it  to  do.  Now  if  instead  of  the  unbiased, 
severely  judicial,  high-minded,  fair-minded,  and  benevo- 
lently amiable  gentleman  who  now  occupies  the  gov- 
ernor's chair  for  a  day  or  two  every  once  in  a  while,  we 
should  chance  to  have  a  self-sufficient,  passionate,  arbi- 
trary, politically  ambitious,  and  railroad-haling  enthusi- 
ast for  reform,  it  might  go  hard  with  the  j  i'niads 
There  is  not  a  town  in  the  state  from   Sa 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  28,  1912. 


Jown  the  line  to  Milpitas  which  does  not  think  it 
ought  to  have  a  new  railroad  station.  Speaking 
selfishly,  we  should  like  one  at  Los  Gatos.  Suppose  such 
a  governor  as  we  have  described,  keen  for  his  own  re- 
election or  for  some  other  equally  worthy  political 
effect,  should  promise  every  town  a  new  station  with 
pressed-brick  trimmings,  upon  a  liberal  basis  of  cost — 
and  liberality  under  such  circumstances  would  come 
easy — it  might  make  the  railroad  people  do  some  active 
hustling. 

Seriously,  is  it  right  or  is  it  expedient  to  put 
into  the  hands  of  any  politically  constituted  official 
board  powers  to  command  arbitrarily  the  expenditure 
of  large  sums  of  other  people's  money?  It  calls  for 
only  a  limited  intelligence  to  see  how  such  powers  may 
be  used  for  unlimited  injustice — unlimited  corruption. 
We  hold  no  brief  for  the  railroads,  and  we  are  not 
prepared  to  adjudicate  the  law  of  the  case.  But  we 
think  it  is  quite  within  bounds  to  say  that  powers  so 
arbitrary  and  wide-reaching,  so  connected  with  polit- 
ical interest,  and  so  in  the  way  of  misuse,  ought  not  to 
exist.  And  if  they  do  exist  they  ought  to  be  curtailed. 
Xo  political  authority  ought  to  hold  a  privilege  so  arbi- 
trary, so  possibly  oppressive,  so  liable  to  abuse. 

We  venture  the  suggestion  that  the  state  administra- 
tion, as  illustrated  in  the  West  Berkeley  instance,  is 
carrying  its  policy  of  "cinching  the  railroads"  a  bit 
far.  The  railroads  may,  indeed,  have  deserved  some 
"cinching"  for  past  sins.  But  ought  there  not  to  be  a 
limit  short  of  confiscation  and  within  hailing  distance 
of  the  guaranties  of  state  and  federal  constitutions? 
What,  let  us  ask,  is  to  become  of  the  general  rights 
of  property — the  right  of  the  farmer  to  his  farm,  the 
workman  to  his  cottage,  even  of  the  rich  man  to  his 
mansion,  if  you  please — if  state  authority  may  step  in 
to  prescribe  to  private  ownership  such  details  as  the 
cost  of  a  building,  the  color  of  its  roof,  and  the  par- 
ticular spot  of  its  location?  Can  it  be  conceded  that 
the  state  may  dictate  in  such  minute  and  intimate  mat- 
ters without  abandonment  of  fundamental  principles 
which  secure  even  the  roof-tree  and  the  fireside? 


Horns  Locked  at  Sacramento. 
There  is  in  session  at  Sacramento  as  we  write  on 
Wednesday  a  state  convention  whose  members  were 
chosen  under  the  name  Republican,  a  majority  of  whom 
nevertheless  are  no  longer  Republicans,  having  affiliated 
themselves  with  the  new  Progressive  party.  This  ma- 
jority is  making  an  effort  to  nominate  an  electoral 
ticket  nominally  Republican,  but  in  fact  pledged  to  sup- 
port the  Progressive  candidate  for  the  presidency.  In 
plain  words,  it  is  an  attempt  on  the  part  of  men  no 
longer  Republicans  but  who  hold  the  party  machinery 
in  trust  to  use  their  trust  powers  to  the  end  of  pro- 
moting a  gross  political  fraud.  They  are  not  finding  it 
easy.  On  Tuesday,  the  first  day  of  the  convention, 
Senator  Wolfe  of  San  Francisco,  a  member  of  the 
minority  and  a  loyal  Republican,  presented  the  follow- 
ing resolution: 

Be  it  resolved  that  this  convention  declares  that  it  recog- 
nizes the  Chicago  National  Convention  held  in  June,  1912, 
as  the  convention  of  the  national  Republican  party  and  its 
candidates  for  President  and  Vice-President  of  the  United 
States  to  be  the  only  candidates  of  that  party  entitled  to  be 
voted  for  by  the  electors  nominated  by  this  convention  in  the 
event  that  they  shall  be  elected  at  the  polls  at  the  general 
election  to  be  held  November  5,  1912,  and  we  hereby  request 
the  candidates  nominated  by  this  convention,  if  elected,  to  vote 
in  the  Electoral  College  for  the  election  of  said  candidates, 
William  Howard  Taft  for  President  and  James  S.  Sherman 
for  Vice-President. 

This  resolution  is  intended  to  separate  the  sheep  from 
the  goats.  It  will  be  voted  down  by  the  majority  in 
the  interest  of  the  Bull-Moose  movement  and  a  substi- 
tute will  be  offered  endorsing  the  Progressive  candi- 
date. Then  the  loyal  Republicans  will  decline  to  par- 
ticipate in  a  convention  which  declines  to  avow  its 
loyalty  t..  the  Republican  party.  Both  factions  will 
then  nominate  a  set  of  presidential  electors,  the  one 
pledged  to  the  regular  party  nominee,  the  other  to  the 
ninee.  Both  will  appeal  to  the  state 
authorities  to  be  placed  on  the  ticket  as  Republicans. 
It  is  said  that  the  secretary  of  state  will  attempt  to 
compromise  the  contention  by  designating  one  set  of 
electors  as  "Republicans  favoring  Taft"  and  the  other 
.is  "Republicans  favoring  Roosevelt."  The  loyal  Re- 
publicans will  protest  against  this  plan,  which  would 
give  to  the  Progressive  candidate  the  unfair  advantage 
of  a  Republic' ,t  characterization.  They  will  insist  that 
the  regular  party  ticket  be  designated  "Republican" 
and  that  the  '  'regressive  ticket  be  designated  "Progres- 
other  name  of  their  choice  which  does 


not  infringe  established  party  rights.  There  the  matter 
stands  as  we  write.  The  loyal  Republican  delegation  is 
strong  in  its  determination  to  resist  the  attempt  to  steal 
the  party  designation,  and  under  the  leadership  of  Sen- 
ator Wolfe  of  San  Francisco  and  of  Senator  Wright 
of  San  Diego  will  fight  the  fight  to  a  finish.  They  will 
insist  that  no  candidate  shall  be  named  on  the  ticket 
as  a  Republican  who  will  not  avow  his  loyalty  to  the 
Republican  candidate  for  the  presidency  and  take  an 
oath  that  he  is  a  Republican.  The  plain  logic  and  the 
open  fairness  of  this  demand  will  make  it  difficult  for 
the  Bull-Moosers  to  carry  out  their  dishonest  scheme, 
and  it  is  hoped  that  it  may  frustrate  it  altogether.  The 
event  is  in  the  balance  as  the  Argonaut  goes  to  press 
Wednesday  afternoon. 


The  Utah  Strike. 

For  the  ten  thousandth  time  history  repeats  itself  in 
the  Utah  copper-mine  strike.  The  causes  of  the  trouble 
between  employers  and  employed  are  subordinated  in 
the  circumstances  of  conflict.  The  question  now  is  not 
which  is  right  and  which  is  wrong  as  to  original  mat- 
ters of  contention — that  issue  has  been  lost  in  the 
larger  issue  of  the  right  of  the  mine-owners  to  posses- 
sion and  control  of  that  which  is  their  own  under  the 
laws,  and  of  certain  non-union  men  to  work  upon  their 
own  contract.  The  employed  with,  we  suspect,  a 
strong  case  under  the  first  causes  of  dispute,  have  in 
their  anger  and  folly  put  aside  this  advantage  to  take 
up  an  issue  in  relation  to  which  they  are  obviously  and 
absolutely  at  fault.  It  seems  ever  to  be  the  fate  of 
labor  thus  to  be  the  victim  of  its  own  passions — to  rush 
heedlessly  past  its  legitimate  and  proper  interest  to 
extremes  wherein  it  becomes  the  enemy  of  established 
rights  and  where  it  is  bound  to  meet  the  resistance  of 
organized  society. 

The  miners  of  Bingham  City,  contending  for  human 
conditions,  for  security  of  life  and  limb,  for  reason- 
able hours,  for  fair  pay,  for  decent  conditions  and 
privileges,  would  be  in  a  strong  position.  Justice  and 
sympathy  would  strengthen  their  arms.  Public  opin- 
ion would  fight  mightily  in  their  behalf.  All  the  moral 
forces — most  powerful  of  all  forces — would  be  with 
them,  first  in  their  just  demands,  second  in  their  refusal 
to  work  under  onerous  conditions.  But  these  same  men 
appear  in  quite  another  character  when,  not  content 
with  refusing  to  work  under  grievous  conditions,  they 
seize  and  hold  by  brute  force  property  not  their  own 
and  deny  the  right  of  ether  men  to  work  upon  their 
own  contract. 

The  situation  at  Bingham  City  has  become  one  in 
which  all  the  forces  of  society  must  array  themselves 
in  defense  of  two  fixed  and  established  principles — 
first  the  right  of  the  mine-owners  to  possess  and  con- 
trol their  own  property,  second  the  right  of  citizens 
(non-union  men)  to  work  upon  their  own  contract.  The 
laws  of  the  land  define  the  rights  of  property,  and  there 
can  be  no  forcible  denial  of  them  without  a  criminality 
with  liability  to  fixed  penalties.  The  State  of  Utah  is 
bound  to  secure  the  owners  of  the  mines  in  their  prop- 
erty, and  if  the  State  of  Utah  shall  fail,  then  the  na- 
tional government  must  address  its  powers  to  this  end. 
Likewise  the  state  and  the  national  governments  must 
protect  non-union  men  in  their  right  to  work.  For  be 
it  remembered  the  right  to  work  is  as  sacred  as  the  right 
to  strike.  One  can  not  be  denied  without  destroying 
the  other.  A  government  which  would  deny  the  right 
to  strike — which  would  force  men  to  work  against  their 
will — would  be  a  despotism;  and  a  government  which 
could  not  or  would  not  protect  men  in  the  right  to  work 
would  be  a  contemptible  and  despicable  thing.  A  gov- 
ernment declining  to  accept  these  fundamental  obliga- 
tions— that  of  securing  the  rights  of  property  and  safe- 
guarding the  right  to  work — could  not  exist,  would  not 
deserve  to  exist.  Men  would  not  consent  to  be  taxed 
in  support  of  a  thing  so  supine  and  futile. 

The  issue  now  at  Bingham  City  is  one  in  which  gov- 
ernment, state  and  national,  must  in  the  nature  of 
things,  under  the  laws  of  its  own  life,  protect  the  mine- 
owners  in  their  right  to  possession  and  control  of  their 
property,  and  likewise  protect  the  non-union  miners  in 
their  right  to  work.  The  strikers  cry  out  that 
society  with  all  its  forces  of  opinion  and  com- 
pulsion is  against  them.  It  must  be  so,  for  they  have 
put  themselves  in  opposition  to  principles  fundamental 
in  the  nature  of  government.  Without  respect  to  the 
original  causes  of  contention,,  they  have  put  them- 
selves in  the  wrong.  They  have  assumed  an  attitude 
which  they  themselves  can  not  sustain  y  appeal 

which  they  present  in  their  own  beh 

The   first   adjustment   now    must   I 


mental  rights  and  wrongs,  and  it  must  sustain  the 
rights  of  the  mine-owners  to  their  property,  and 
the  right  of  the  non-union  men  to  work  upon  their 
own  contract.  Then  the  contention  will  come  back  to 
its  original  motives.  But  the  miners  will  be  at  a  dis- 
advantage, for  they  will  be  weakened  by  defeat,  they 
will  be  without  the  sympathies  which  they  commanded 
originally,  they  will  themselves  be  under  a  demoralizing 
sense  of  having  sought  by  arbitrary  and  illegitimate 
means  to  enforce  unjust  demands.  Their  cause  will  be 
vitiated  by  procedures  which  have  robbed  it  of  its 
powers.  Their  appeal  will  be  nullified  to  the  extent 
that  their  policy,  or  impolicy,  has  sacrificed  public  con- 
sideration. Where  they  might  have  come  to  the  ne- 
gotiation in  strength,  they  will  come  in  weakness. 

When  will  labor  learn  that  it  can  not  seek  to  nullify 
fundamental  rights,  that  it  can  not  be  arbitrary  and 
brutal,  that  it  can  not  sacrifice  its  moral  powers,  with- 
out weakening  its  own  cause  and  postponing  the  ver- 
dict wdtich  society  under  the  motives  of  justice  and 
mercy  must  ultimately  yield  to  those  who  ask  in  equity 
and  who  have  the  moral  strength  to  hold  their  demands 
subject  to  the  limitations  and  standards  of  legality  and 
equity  ? 

General  Nogi's  Motive. 

It  is  now  known  that  General  Xogi  addressed  to  the 
young  Emperor  of  Japan  a  letter  explaining  the  reasons 
that  prompted  himself  and  his  wife  to  the  act  of  self- 
destruction  that  has  so  startled  the  world.  It  is  form- 
ally stated  that  this  letter  will  receive  due  attention 
after  the  conclusion  of  the  ceremonials  in  connection 
with  the  funeral  of  Mutsuhito,  but  we  may  reasonably 
doubt  if  its  contents  will  ever  be  made  known.  It  is 
believed  that  there  are  other  letters  addressed  to  private 
persons,  and  perhaps  from  these  we  may  receive  some 
fuller  light,  but  it  is  not  likely  that  the  communica- 
tion to  the  emperor  himself  will  be  divulged,  at  least  in 
its  entirety. 

But  of  one  thing  we  may  be  sure.  General  Xogi  did 
not  commit  suicide  in  mere  superstitious  adhesion  to  an 
ancient  custom.  It  was  a  custom  that  had  grown  obso- 
lete. It  was  strongly  disapproved  by  the  emperor,  and 
while  there  are  very  many  of  the  old  Samurai  caste  in 
Japan  his  was  the  only  suicide  that  marked  the  occa- 
sion. Obviously  we  have  to  look  further  than  Samurai 
tradition  for  a  solution  that  at  present  is  open  to  con- 
jecture only. 

And  there  are  reasonable  conjectures  in  sight,  and 
conjectures  not  wholly  unsustained  by  known  facts. 
General  Nogi  was  not  only  a  great  soldier,  but  he.  was 
a  profound  student  of  current  events.  The  destinies 
of  Japan  appealed  to  him  not  so  much  from  the  in- 
tellectually patriotic  standpoint  but  rather  as  belonging 
to  those  portentous  gravities  associated  with  a  pas- 
sionate religious  conviction.  For  him  and  for  many 
like  him  the  imperial  rule  of  Japan  represented  the 
divine  government  of  the  world,  and  as  such  it  was 
beyond  the  reach  of  the  casual  counsel  of  statesmen, 
and  approachable  only  through  the  avenues  that  had 
been  sanctified,  so  to  speak,  by  some  supreme  sacrifice. 
The  rule  of  Mutsuhito  had  been  enriched  by  the  ex- 
perience of  half  a  century  and  by  a  personal  observa- 
tion of  the  changes  in  the  social  life  of  Japan.  But 
here  was  a  new  emperor,  young  in  years,  certainly  with 
the  inexperience  and  possibly  with  the  rashness  and  the 
carelessnesses  of  youth.  Xever  was  counsel  more 
needed,  nor  the  sacrifice  that  should  be  the  effective 
passport  of  that  counsel  more  imperative.  A  warning 
message  sent  with  such  tragic  impressiveness  could 
hardly  go  unheeded,  and  even  though  its  terms  should 
never  be  made  known  its  purport  could  hardly  be  mis- 
understood by  a  people  so  sensitive  to  tradition,  so  satu- 
rated with  the  patriotic  sentiment  that  is  synonymous 
with  religion. 

Certainly  there  was  reason  for  General  Xogi's  dis- 
quietude. Upon  every  hand  he  saw  an  invasion  of  new 
ideas  that  threatened  to  be  disruptive  and  uncon- 
trollable. He  saw  the  gradual  effacement  of  the  old 
political  landmarks,  he  saw  the  waning  of  a  religious 
faith  that  had  taught  preeminently  the  duties  of  self- 
sacrifice  and  of  loyalty,  and  he  saw  also  the  spirit  of 
imitation  applied  indiscriminately  to  everything,  good 
and  bad  alike,  belonging  to  the  Western  civilizations. 
Japan,  in  short,  appeared  to  be  cutting  loose  from  her 
moorings  and  to  be  repudiating  her  old  ideals.  Her 
people  were  growing  more  sensible  of  their  supposed 
rights  and  less  sensible  of  their  duties.  Even  the  new 
constitution  was  threatened  by  den'f'nds  for  an  even 
greater  political  power,  while  therl-'ffefe  sinister  evi- 

'-nces  that  the  plausible  theories  of  the  socialist  and 


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even  of  the  anarchist  were  making  their  marks  upon 
the  popular  mind. 

General  Nogi  viewed  these  changes  from  the  typical 
Japanese  standpoint,  which  is  not  our  standpoint. 
Nevertheless  there  are  similarities  which  help  us  to 
understand  his  alarm.  A  nation  that  breaks  away  sud- 
denly from  its  standards,  that  slights  its  traditions  and 
its  ideals,  is  always  in  danger,  however  sound  the 
change  may  seem  to  be  theoretically.  Human  nature 
is  so  constituted  that  a  new  liberty  is  always  exag- 
gerated into  a  license,  while  the  precipitate  removal  of 
a  single  restraint  is  apt  to  provoke  an  attack  upon  all 
other  restraints,  irrespective  of  their  nature.  Portugal, 
for  example,  rid  herself  violently  of  her  king  and  in 
her  frenzied  search  for  liberty  has  evolved  a  veritable 
reign  of  terror.  France  has  thrown  off  the  incubus  of 
ecclesiastical  dominance,  and  seems  now  to  be  engaged 
in  the  destruction  of  virtue.  England  has  been  hur- 
ried into  democratic  concessions  and  now  finds  that  she 
can  no  longer  regulate  her  pace  and  that  she  is  peril- 
ously close  to  an  upheaval.  While  in  America  there 
are  plenty  of  signs  that  the  destruction  of  a  few  abuses 
will  imply  also  the  destruction  of  many  and  great 
values,  and  that  a  passion  for  change  for  its  own  sake, 
reckless  and  ill-considered,  may  easily  spring  from  re- 
forms that  are  either  untimely  or  impetuous.  The  far- 
seeing  statesmen  of  Japan  will  certainly  find  scant 
solace  from  their  survey  of  the  world  and  the  rabid 
extravagances  into  which  it  is  being  hurried.  The 
manner  in  which  General  Nogi  has  seemingly  empha- 
sized his  consternation  may  be  lamentable  and  without 
justification,  but  it  is  none  the  less  impressive.  Those 
who  admire  Japan  will  wish  that  it  may  be  also 
effective.  , 

Nicaragua  and  Elsewhere. 

Affairs  in  Nicaragua  would  certainly  command  a 
larger  share  of  public  attention  but  for  the  rival  claims 
of  the  presidential  campaign.  None  the  less  it  is  a 
little  remarkable  that  events  of  such  gravity  should  be 
regarded  almost  with  apathy  throughout  the  country. 
An  American  force  is  now  in  practical  occupation  of 
Nicaragua.  Its  railroads  are  under  American  opera- 
tion, and  it  would  be  correct  to  say  that  its  finances  are 
under  similar  control  but  for  the  fact  that  Nicaragua 
at  the  present  moment  has  no  finances.  And  yet  the 
country  at  large  shows  more  interest  in  its  autumn 
manoeuvres  and  sham  fights  than  in  the  virtual  taking 
over  of  the  affairs  of  a  foreign  nation  with  all  the  risks, 
military  and  otherwise,  incidental  thereto. 

.But  the  problem  of  Nicaragua  is  a  typical  part  of  a 
larger  problem  that  we  shall  have  to  face  in  the  near 
future,  a  problem  that  will  tax  our  statesmanship  to 
the  utmost,  even  if  we  are  so  fortunate  as  to  avoid  a 
tax  upon  our  military  powers.  For  Nicaragua  is  in- 
deed representative  of  the  whole  Spanish-American 
situation.  It  is  representative  in  its  perpetual  turmoil, 
its  instability,  and  its  political  incapacity.  When  Ze- 
laya  was  finally  overthrown  it  was  believed  by  the 
sanguine  among  us  that  the  country  had  set  its  eyes 
upon  better  things  and  that  its  future  would  be  as 
orderly  as  its  past  had  been  turbulent.  But  the  ex- 
pectation was  short-lived.  The  evils  from  which 
Nicaragua  had  suffered  were  inherent  in  her  people, 
and  the  forms  of  misgovernment  which  succeeaed  each 
other  so  rapidly  were  but  the  expression  of  those  in- 
herent evils.  When  Estrada,  who  succeeded  Zelaya, 
laid  down  his  power  and  resigned  he  extracted  from 
General  Mena  a  pledge  that  he  would  in  no  way  inter- 
fere with  political  affairs  and  that  he  would  do  what 
he  could  to  smooth  the  road  for  the  civil  government. 
We  now  see  what  that  pledge  was  worth.  General 
Mena  is  now  in  arms  against  the  government  he  prom- 
ised to  support,  and  however  glibly  he  may  use  the 
current  democratic  watchwords  his  object  is  to  restore 
the  old  Zelaya  system  of  corruption,  terrorism,  and 
violence.  He  is  the  true  type  of  the  Spanish-American 
military  despot,  who  is  always  ready  to  draw  the  sword 
for  plunder  and  for  nothing  else.  And  the  tempera- 
ment of  the  people  is  such  as  to  stimulate  an  unfailing 
crop  of  Zelayas  and  of  Menas. 

It  is  easy  to  criticize  the  Washington  authorities  for 
the  grave  step  of  intervention.  Indeed  it  is  easy  to 
criticize  anything  when  criticism  is  unaccompanied 
with  a  sense  of  responsibility.  The  Mena  revolt  has 
created  a  veritable  hell  throughout  Nicaragua.  An 
army  of  cannibals  would  not  have  been  more  ruthless 
in  the  slaughter  of  men,  women,  and  children,  and  even 
r,(  tv,„  -•  ■    •  -ratals.     To  say  that  such  a  reign  of 

•  >cern   for  America   is   to  debase  the 
doctrine   of  non-interference,   a   selfish   doctrine   at   its 


best,  to  the  level  of  a  cynical  savagery.  But  this  was 
not  merely  a  matter  of  humanitarianism.  Nicaragua, 
in  common  with  her  neighbors,  has  a  considerable 
American  population.  American  interests  are  exten- 
sive and  important.  The  Nicaraguan  government,  ad- 
dressing the  government  at  Washington,  first  stated  the 
revolutionary  situation  and  then  made  the  following 
impressive  appeal:  "In  consequence  my  government 
desires  that  the  government  of  the  United  States  guar- 
antee with  its  forces  security  for  the  property  of  Ameri- 
can citizens  in  Nicaragua,  and  that  they  extend  this 
protection  to  all  the  inhabitants  of  the  republic."  It 
would  be  easy  to  imagine  the  language  of  the  present 
critics  of  the  administration  had  this  appeal  been  fruit- 
less and  had  there  been  any  catastrophe  to  American 
lives  and  interests.  And  upon  what  ground  could  we 
object  to  European  intervention  in  defense  of  Euro- 
pean interests  that  are  threatened  even  as  ours  are? 
Every  right  implies  an  obligation,  and  so  long  as  the 
Monroe  Doctrine  holds  the  field  with  its  high-priced 
futilities  our  obligations  are  likely  to  be  somewhat  in 
excess  of  our  rights  so  far  as  Spanish  America  is  con- 
cerned. 

The  problem  is  one  that  must  presently  be  faced  in 
its  entirety.  Nicaragua,  Mexico,  and  Cuba  are  the 
present  witnesses  to  Latin  political  incapacity  on  this 
continent.  Tomorrow  there  may  be  others.  We  may 
dignify  these  governments  by  the  name  of  republics, 
but  the  fact  remains  that  they  are  brutal  and  despotic 
tyrannies,  without  a  single  republican  or  free  attribute 
nor  the  wish  for  one.  We  may  indulge  in  the  usual 
fatuous  rejoicings  at  the  establishment  of  the  ballot- 
box  and  of  popular  elections,  but  our  congratulation 
must  be  tempered  by  the  obvious  fact  that  the  ballot- 
box  among  these  Latin  peoples  does  no  more  than  de- 
termine which  faction  shall  appeal  to  arms  and  plunge 
the  country  into  blood  and  ruin.  It  is  time  for  us  to 
outgrow  the  delusion  that  all  other  peoples  are  potential 
Americans  so  far  as  government  is  concerned  and  that 
all  they  need  is  to  be  shown  how,  and  to  be  supplied 
with  voting  machines  and  ballot  papers.  It  is  time  for 
us  to  face  the  fact  that  Spanish-American  nations,  for 
the  most  part,  are  incapable  of  self-government,  in- 
capable by  heredity,  by  tradition,  by  temperament. 
They  are  still  at  that  point  in  evolution  where  govern- 
ment must  be  by  the  direct  command  of  a  benevolent 
despotism  resting  upon  its  own  inherent  force,  moral 
and  material,  and  in  no  way  whatever  upon  a  popular 
suffrage.  Representative  institutions  are  justifiable 
only  when  they  take  the  place  of  the  revolutionary  in- 
stinct. As  an  adjunct  to  revolutionary  instinct  they  are 
intolerable.  How  the  problem  in  its  entirety  is  to  be 
ultimately  solved  it  is  beyond  the  present  wit  of  man 
to  say.  But  it  will  not  be  solved  by  the  artificial  manu- 
facture and  imposition  of  representative  systems  like 
our  own,  for  while  human  nature  may  evolve  repre- 
sentative systems  it  is  very  certain  that  representative 
systems  do  not  evolve  human  nature.  It  will  not  be 
solved  by  any  assumption  of  a  political  capacity  that 
does  not  exist.  Whatever  solution  is  ultimately  reached 
must  be  on  the  theory  of  government  by  the  strong 
hand.  It  is  the  only  theory  that  is  understood  and  it 
is  the  only  theory  that  can  bring  tranquillity  or 
progress.  If  it  should  conflict  with  our  own  demo- 
cratic sentiments  it  would  be  well  to  remember  that 
sentiments  must  subserve  facts. 


Editorial  Notes. 

That  young  Mr.  Glavis  has  with  malice  prepense  in- 
duced acting-Governor  Wallace  to  name  a  group  of 
"spoilers"  as  delegates  to  a  "conservation"  congress  we 
are  hardly  prepared  to  believe.  Of  course  we  can  not 
but  remember  the  maxim  of  politics  which  declares 
your  fire-eyed  reformer  to  be  an  easy  mark;  and  we 
are  not  assuming  that  young  Mr.  Glavis  is  an  excep- 
tion to  the  rule.  It  is  quite  possible  that  some  one  of 
the  "spoilers"  invited  the  young  man  to  dinner  and 
went  to  the  extent  of  giving  him  a  cigar — perhaps  one 
to  smoke  and  another  to  put  in  his  pocket— -or  in  some 
other  way  tickled  the  bone  of  self-esteem  which  now  for 
a  year  or  more  has  been  in  innocuous  desuetude.  There 
are  many  ways  by  which  an  adroit  "spoiler"  may  reach 
a  young  man  of  Mr.  Glavis's  calibre  without  resorting 
to  actual  bribery.  How  easy  it  would  be  anywhere 
between  the  second  and  the  fifth  cocktail  to  suggest  to 
this  deflated  youth  that  he  was  not  being  treated  with 
quite  the  consideration  due  to  one  who  only  a  short 
year  ago  appeared  as  a  proud  figure  upon  the  stage  of 
national  affairs.  A  quiet  suggestion  that  a  selfish  polit- 
ical organization  had  made  use  of  him,  his  talents,  and 
his  fame,  while  yielding  in  return  only  a  paltry  clerk- 


ship, would  be  certain  of  sympathetic  reception.  One 
has  but  to  glance  at  this  precious  youth  to  know  his 
psychology.  The  component  parts  of  him  are  vanity, 
then  some  vanity,  plus  more  vanity.  Whoever  will 
cheapen  himself  to  play  upon  this  weakness  can  have 
anything  Mr.  Glavis  has  got,  including  his  dwindled 
powers  with  the  state  administration.  No  man,  what- 
ever his  character  or  history — no  matter  how  many 
thousand  acres  of  timber  land  he  has  grabbed  or  how 
many  waterfalls  he  has  gobbled — can  fail  to  win  over 
this  little  chap  by  a  little  unctuously  seasoned  personal 
gibble-gabble.  Fifteen  minutes  should  be  sufficient  to 
win  his  interested  attention,  and  fifteen  minutes  more  to 
make  him  a  servant  and  a  tool.  That  is  the  calibre  of 
him,  and  he  is  no  more  responsible  for  it  than  he  is 
for  the  other  infirmities  with  which  nature  has 
stamped  him.  There  is  where  the  danger  of  putting 
powers  into  such  hands  comes  in.  We  doubt  if  Mr. 
Glavis  could  be  bribed — if  he  knew  that  it  were  being 
done.  Certainly  nobody  would  ever  go  to  the  trouble 
of  bribing  a  man  who  can  be  had  for  that  cheapest  of 
all  cheap  coin,  a  few  smooth  and  flattering  phrases. 


Mr.  Roosevelt's  solution  of  the  tariff  problem,  re- 
cently thrown  out  at  Hartford  as  a  sort  of  impromptu, 
ought  not  to  be  overlooked  at  a  time  when  there  is  little 
enough  to  laugh  at  in  our  public  affairs.  Here  are  the 
orator's  words  in  all  their  ingenuous  simplicity : 

I  am  delighted  to  have  a  duty  imposed  equal  to  what  is 
necessary  in  order  that  the  industry  may  live.  But  I  am  not 
contented  if  that  duty  stays  in  the  front  office.  I  want  to  see  it 
get  into  the  pay  envelope,  and  if  a  reasonable  share  of  the  profit 
does  not  get  into  the  pay  envelope,  then  I  am  in  favor  of 
taking  the  duty  off.  Now  that  is  a  perfectly  clear  and  ex- 
plicable position. 

Now  this  delightful  piece  of  silliness  would  be 
amusing  enough  if  it  emanated  from  a  village  school- 
mistress in  Arkansas  or  from  our  own  Mr.  Pillsbury. 
But  what  shall  we  say  when  an  ex-President  of  the  ' 
United  States  thus  airs  an  abyssmal  economic  igno- 
rance that  is  surely  without  a  parallel  in  the  country. 
Who  is  to  determine  what  is  a  "reasonable  share"  of 
an  import  duty?  How  shall  we  know  whether  it  "gets 
into  the  pay  envelope"  ?  And  what  will  happen  if  it 
gets  into  the  pay  envelope  of  Arizona  and  not  in  Penn- 
sylvania? Moreover,  what  is  to  be  the  method  of 
"taking  the  duty  off"?  Does  Mr.  Roosevelt  suppose 
that  these  fiscal  operations  are  conducted  with  a  flour- 
ish of  the  presidential  pen  after  receipt  of  private 
reports  from  the  state  Bull-Moose  bosses?  But  what 
a  pitiable  exposure  of  unadulterated  silliness  and  an 
even  more  pitiable  exposure  of  the  mental  calibre  of 
those  who  can  listen  to  such  drivel  and  applaud  it. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


Dictatorship. 
The  fear  can  not  be  lightly  dismissed  that  Mr.  Roosevelt 
aims  at  dictatorship.  That  fear  can  not  be  brushed  aside  as 
fanciful,  for  Mr.  Roosevelt  stands  convicted  by  his  own 
words.  He  has  said  that  he  desires  to  be  elected  so  as  to  be 
able  to  put  into  operation  those  great  and  lasting  reforms 
so  urgently  demanded  by  the  public,  and  he  has  explained 
that  the  more  than  seven  years  in  which  he  served  in  the 
White  House  were  not  long  enough  to  enable  him  to  organize 
the  machinery  of  reform.  If  seven  years  were  not  long 
enough,  surely  no  one  will  be  so  foolish  as  to  contend  that 
four  years  will  be  sufficient. — Maurice  Loze  in  Harper's 
Weekly.  

A  Great  Problem. 
The   Bull-Moose   candidate   proceeds  on   the   theory   that  a 
man  can  so'.ve  great  public  problems  and  at  the  same  time  be 
one  himself. — Washington  Star. 


The  Excuse  for  Division. 


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If  the  Republicans  in  Maine  can  still  unite  to  recapture 
their  state  government,  what  excuse  is  there  for  a  crippling 
division  in  the  field  of  national  politics?  In  most  of  the  Re- 
publican states  there  would  be,  except  for  the  Roosevelt  can- 
didacy, no  obstruction  whatever  to  a  union  on  national  as 
well  as  state  candidates.  The  schism  created  at  Chicago  was 
created  from  the  outside.  It  does  not  run  deep  into  the 
state  organizations,  in  which  there  are  no  irreconcilable  dif- 
ferences between  Taft  supporters  and  Roosevelt  supporters. 
The  Maine  election  makes  short  work  of  the  pretension  that 
the  Republican  party  is  moribund. — New  York  Tribune. 


Roosevelt  Should  Retire. 
The  Republican  party  still  has  a  mission  to  perform.  Its 
supporters  should  remit  no  energy  to  restore  once  more  that 
coherence  of  forces  by  which  its  past  victories  have  been  won. 
Mr.  Roosevelt  ought  to  take  the  advice  of  Senator  Chandler 
and  withdraw  from  the  presidential  race  in  the  interest  of 
the  great  historical  organization  to  which  he  owes  so  much, 
and  on  whose  continued  life  so  many  of  the  vital  concerns 
of  the  nation  surely  depend. — Boston  Herald, 

More  Than  a  King. 
Mr.  Roosevelt  ...  is  a  bigger  man  than  a  king,  now. 
He  is  a  very  powerful  American  political  boss,  and  has  more 
power,  among  his  followers,  than  any  king  in  Europe  pos- 
sesses. Surrounded  by  a  group  of  lesser  bosses,  Flinn,  Wood- 
ruff, Perkins.  Johnson,  Brown,  Lyon,  and  the  rest,  he 
rules  the  third  party  with  a  rod  of  iron.  A  king  is  bound 
by  laws,  by  the  courts,  by  respect  for  the  rules  "f  civilized 
politics.  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  his  own  law,  hi* 
own  code  of  honor. — Boston  Advertiser. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  2S,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


An  English  statesman  once  said  that  the  chief  benefit  of  a 
foreign  war  was  the  stimulus  that  it  gave  to  the  study  of 
geography  and  history.  And  so  the  little  trouble  in  Nicaragua 
encourages  us  to  acquire  the  information  that  the  country 
was  discovered  by  Gil  Goncalez  and  Andres  Nino  in  1522 
and  that  the  invaders  were  surprised  to  find  the  practice  of 
religious  confession  firmly  established  among  natives  who  had 
never  heard  of  Christianity  and  who,  moreover,  were  canni- 
bals. The  father  confessors  were  old  men  who  were  com- 
pulsorily  celibate,  and  they  gave  absolution  with  the  words 
"Go !  and  do  not  sin  likewise  again."  And  then  the  penitent 
went  away  "happy  and  light-hearted,"  as  one  would  do  who 
had  an  over-burdened  conscience,  though  a  cannibal.  If  the 
difficulty  with  Nicaragua  should  continue  we  shall  probably 
be  moved  to  acquire  some  further  lore  upon  the  subject, 
possibly  even  to  the  point  of  looking  up  the  place  on  the 
map.     But  if  not,  not.  

A  writer  in  the  London  Daily  Chronicle  asks  if  any  of  his 
readers  can  state  the  name  of  the  president  of  the  Swiss 
republic,  of  course  without  reference  to  any  of  those  hand- 
books of  universal  knowledge  that  do  so  much  to  make  the 
life  of  the  journalist  a  bed  of  roses.  But  can  it  actually  be 
true  that  the  Swiss  themselves  do  not  know  the  name  of 
this  mighty  potentate?  The  writer  in  question  says  that  he 
tried  the  experiment  last  year  in  a  Swiss  hotel  where  every 
one  except  his  own  little  party  was  Swiss.  There  was  no  one 
who  could  supply  the  information.  The  landlady,  who  was 
probably  a  suffragette,  had  once  known,  but  alas!  she  had 
forgotten.  Finaly  an  almanac  solved  the  problem  propounded 
by  the  inquisitive  foreigner  and  then  every  one  forgot  it 
again  as  fast  as  possible.  Happy,  civilized  Switzerland,  where 
there  are  no  presidential  messages,  no  swings  around  the 
circle,  no  third-termers.  It  has  been  said  that  blessed  is 
the  country  that  has  no  history.  But  what  laudatory  term 
can  we  employ  for  the  republic  that  must  consult  an  almanac 
to  discover  the  name  of  its  president. 


We  refuse  to  be  jerked  from  the  easy  and  virtuous  tenor 
of  our  lives  by  the  news  that  Professor  Schaefer  can  produce 
life  artificially.  Was  it  not  Sydney  Smith  who  explained 
Coleridge's  great  work  on  metaphysics  on  the  theory  that  it 
was  "only  his  fun"?  Possibly  the  learned  Schaefer  is  amusing 
himself,  and  certainly  he  is  amusing  us,  for  we  have  heard 
this  story  before.  Before  any  substance  can  be  said  to  have 
been  artificially  endowed  with  life  it  must  be  proved — not 
merely  asserted — that  it  did  not  already  possess  life,  and  as 
no  one  knows  what  life  is  the  proof  would  be  hard.  But  the 
professor  "gave  the  show  away"  when  he  admitted  that  "the 
line  between  living  and  lifeless  objects  is  growing  less  and 
less  sharp  as  science  penetrates  into  the  heart  of  things." 
It  may  eventually  be  demonstrated  that  there  is  no  such 
line,  sharp  or  otherwise,  except  in  the  mind  of  the  scientist, 
and  that  there  is,  in  fact,  no  division  between  animate  and 
inanimate  nature.  Science  might  save  itself  much  specula- 
tive trouble  by  postulating  a  theory  that  life  and  matter  are 
inseparable,  that  matter  in  its  every  form  contains  some 
elusive  property  which  causes  the  cohesion  of  its  parts  and 
which  is  indistinguishable   from  the  life  of  an  organism. 


There  is  a  general  conviction  in  Egypt  that  the  country  is 
to  be  declared  a  kingdom,  that  the  present  Khedive  will  be 
its  first  king,  and  that  England  is  only  awaiting  the  conclu- 
sion of  the  Turkish-Italian  war  to  make  the  necessary  an- 
nouncement to  which  France  has  already  given  her  assent. 
It  is  said  that  the  project  has  immeasurably  gratified  the  na- 
tional pride  of  Egypt  and  that  nothing  could  be  so  well 
designed  to  end  the  disaffection  with  which  the  country  is 
now  saturated.  Evidently  Bellamy  spoke  the  words  of  truth 
and  soberness  when  he  said  that  titles,  decorations,  and 
honors  were  greater  human  incentives  than  money.  For  such 
a  change  would  make  no  practical  difference  to  the  state  of 
Egypt.  It  would  be  a  decoration  and  nothing  more.  The 
English  protectorate,  that  is  to  say  control,  would  be  un- 
changed. In  fact  it  might  even  be  strengthened,  since  a  part 
of  the  story  is  to  the  effect  that  England  will  pay  to  Turkey 
the  sum  of  §100,000,000  for  the  relinquishment  of  her 
suzerainty  powers,  such  as  they  are.  The  story  may  have  no 
foundation,  but  if  it  should  be  true  let  us  hasten  to  make  a 
suggestion  for  the  further  stimulation  of  the  Egyptian  national 
pride.  If  the  title  of  Khedive  is  to  be  abolished  why  not 
replace  it  by  that  of  Pharaoh  instead  of  king,  and  establish 
the  national  capital  at  Memphis  or  Luxor? 


The  German  emperor  seems  to  have  made  a  deep  impres- 
sion upon  the  Swiss  mind  during  his  recent  visit  to  the 
country.  He  visited  the  lace  factories  and  talked  of  the  trade 
as  though  he  had  been  brought  up  to  it.  He  visited  the  vine- 
yards and  discussed  the  prospects  as  though  farming  were 
the  chief  delight  of  his  life.  Royalties  are  usually  able  to 
do  that  kind  of  thing.  It  seems  to  be  impromptu,  but  it 
isn't.  The  emperor's  visit  was  due  to  his  desire  to  see  the 
military  manoeuvres,  and  his  desire  to  see  the  military 
manoeuvres  was  due  to  his  curiosity  as  to  Switzerland's  ability 
to  defend  her  frontiers  in  case  of  war.  The  integrity  of  the 
Swiss  frontier  might  mean  a  good  deal  to  Germany,  but  the 
emperor  seems  to  have  been  satisfied  with  what  lie  saw,  for 
he  remarked  to  the  president  of  the  republic:  "Your  army 
rth  mx  army  corps  to  me."  Which  means  that  Switzer- 
land's ability  to  preserve  her  own  neutrality  would  justify 
the  removal  of  six  German  corps  from  south  Germany  to 
other  places  where  they  might  be  needed.  Obviously  it 
would  be  enormou  ly  advantageous  to  France  to  invade  Ger- 
many by  way  of  Switzerland,  but  the  emperor  is  now  satisfied 
that  this  can  not  be  done.  Incidentally  the  emperor  ex- 
on  Christianity,  that  topic  naturally  sug- 
him    after   the   military   parade.     "I    do   not 


care  much  for  priests,"  he  said,  "or  pastors  and  preachers. 
They  mix  too  much  of  their  own  brew  with  the  gospels.  For 
myself,  I  keep  to  my  Bible,  which  I  read  and  re-read  con- 
stantly. Solutions  of  all  difficulties  and  problems,  even  polit- 
ical,   can   be   found   therein." 


The  Rome  correspondent  of  the  New  York  Sun  sends  a 
dispatch  to  the  effect  that  the  Pope  hesitates  to  increase  the 
number  of  American  cardinals,  lest  it  be  said  that  he  is  in- 
fluenced by  the  large  contributions  of  the  "candidates."  It 
is  known  that  Cardinal  O'Connell  gave  the  Pope  $100,000 
and  that  Cardinal  Farley  gave  him  $40,000,  the  total  sum 
exceeding  the  contributions  of  all  the  other  cardinals  put  to- 
gether, But  surely  such  political  and  carnal  terminology  as 
this  is  out  of  place  in  affairs  of  such  great  spiritual  import. 
Are  we  to  understand  that  there  are  "candidates"  for  the 
cardinalate?  And  that  these  "candidates"  emphasize  their 
claims  by  financial  contributions?  Let  us  hope  that  this  mis- 
chief will  stop  where  it  is  and  that  there  will  be  no  further 
essays  in  ecclesiastical  democracy.  It  would  seem  that  evil 
communications  may  have  corrupted  good  manners  and  that 
even  princes  of  the  church  may  allow  themselves  to  be  be- 
guiled by  methods  usually  associated  with  mammon. 


Maurice  Dreyfus  has  just  published  the  first  volume  of  his 
reminiscences,  in  which  he  has  some  interesting  things  to  say 
about  the  two  Dumas.  His  story  of  the  death  of  Dumas  pere 
is  not  without  its  pathos.  He  visited  his  son  near  Dieppe  in 
1870  and  greeted  him  with  the  words,  "My  boy,  I  have  come 
to  lay  my  bones  in  your  house."  A  bed  was  prepared  for 
him  at  once  and  he  lay  down  for  the  last  time.  A  litt'.e  later 
he  turned  to  his  son  and  said,  "Alexander,  look  and  see  how 
much  money  there  is  in  my  waistcoat."  There  were  only 
twenty  francs,  and  on  being  told  the  amount  the  elder  man 
said :  "Look  you,  my  boy ;  everybody  says  I  am  a  spend- 
thrift and  even  you  yourself  are  the  author  of  a  play  based 
on  my  extravagance.  Now  you  can  see  how  untrue  it  is. 
You  know  by  my  memoirs  that  I  came  to  Paris  with  only 
a  twenty-franc  piece  in  my  pocket  and  you  can  see  for  your- 
self that  it  is  still  there."  But  Dumas  His  was  soon  to  dis- 
cover that  twenty  francs  wras  sadly  inadequate  for  the  pay- 
ment of  his  father's  debts,  which  were  many  and  large. 


What  a  spectacle!  All  the  armies  of  Europe  are  playing 
the  war  game  under  the  guise  of  autumn  manoeuvres.  All 
are  engaged  in  the  pretense  that  they  are  invading  or  being 
invaded  and  the  fields  are  gorgeous  with  military  uniforms  and 
the  air  clouded  with  imitation  bombs  dropped  from  airships 
that  are  not  imitation.  To  quote  Tennyson's  "airy  navies 
grappling  in  the  central  blue"  would  be  trite.  It  has  been 
done  so  many  times,  but  here  we  have  the  actual  thing 
done  before  our  eyes  complete  in  every  detail  except  the 
"ghastly  dew,"  and  perhaps  (D.  V.)  that  will  come  in  the 
near  future.  Germany  will  have  150  war  aeroplanes  in  ope- 
ration, France  will  have  130,  and  England  a  goodly  number. 
The  only  nations  that  will  have  no  autumn  manoeuvres  are 
Italy  and  Turkey.  They  are  too  busy  with  the  real  thing. 
But  the  imitation  article  is  astonishingly  like  the  real  thing, 
the  main  difference  being  in  the  cargo  of  the  ambulance 
wagons.  

The  eugenist  has  fallen  upon  evil  days.  The  real  scientists 
are  flocking  to  attack  him  and  the  true  experts  are  gathering 
to  the  assault.  First  comes  Sir  Tames  Crichton-Browne, 
who  says  out  aloud  that  there  is  indeed  a  right  and  a  wrong 
mating  and  that  nature  indicates  her  wish  in  the  matter  by 
means  of  the  process  known  as  falling  in  love.  It  is  true 
that  we  have  interfered  with  nature  by  means  of  caste  and 
by  financial  considerations,  but  that  is  no  reason  why  we 
should  interfere  with  her  still  more  by  a  matching  of  com- 
plexions and  ancestors.  Generally  speaking,  says  Sir  James 
in  effect,  it  may  be  taken  for  granted  that  people  who  fall 
in  love  with  each  other  at  first  sight  are  thereby  certificated 
by  nature  as  rightful  mates,  no  matter  what  the  shape  of  the 
lobes  of  their  ears  or  the  particular  offense  for  which  their 
great-grandfathers  were  hanged.  Of  course  Sir  James  does 
not  allow  himself  to  degenerate  into  such  levity  as  this.  We 
are  translating  his  words  into  the  vernacular,  but  this  is 
what  he  means.  Now  comes  the  criminal  expert  in  the  per- 
son of  Mr.  William  Allan  Pinkerton,  who  says  that  there  is 
no  criminal  class  as  such.  Prisons,  he  tells  us,  are  not 
peopled  with  habitual  criminals.  Hundreds  of  criminals 
would  reform  if  they  had  the  chance.  Hundreds  of  others 
would  be  criminals  if  they  were  offered  their  price.  In  point 
of  fact  we  are  all  of  us  potential  criminals,  but  some  of  us 
demand  almost  prohibitive  prices,  while  others  go  cheap.  In- 
cidentally Mr.  Pinkerton  tells  us  that  he  has  been  reading 
"Les  Miserables"  and  that  his  sympathies  are  with  Jean  Val- 
jean.  Javert,  the  police  officer,  he  regards  as  "the  most 
despicable  in  all  literature."  In  this  way,  line  upon  line  and 
precept  upon  precept,  it  may  be  possible  to  reduce  the  eugenist 
to  that  admirable  silence  that  would  so  well  become  him  if 
he  would  but  try  it. 

Many  years,  ago  Great  Britain  refused  to  allow  the  con- 
struction of  a  tunnel  between  her  own  shores  and  those  of 
France.  She  said  that  she  would  cease  to  be  an  island.  Her 
fleet  would  no  longer  be  all  sufficient.  She  would  have 
joined  the  happy  family  of  Europe,  and  she  would  find  herself, 
like  the  rest  of  them,  with  a  frontier.  But  now  comes  M. 
Benard  with  a  new  plea  for  the  tunnel,  which,  he  says, 
would  be  a  source  of  strength  and  not  of  weakness.  At  pres- 
ent England  relies  upon  her  fleet  to  keep  open  the  channels 
of  her  food  supply.  But  suppose  the  fleet  were  disabled  or 
needed  elsewhere?  England  could  then  be  blockaded  and 
her  food  supplies  cut  off.  But  with  the  tunnel  open  she 
could  get  her  food  from  France,  and  France  would,  of  course, 
be  delighted  to  furnish  it.  Nevertheless  we  shall  probably 
not  see  the  Channel  tunnel  for  some  time  to  come. 

Sidney   G.   P.   Coryk. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


A  Song  for  October. 
Fruitful   October  !  so  fair  and  calm, 

Singing  of  God  and  His  charity, 
Every  note  of  thy  joyous  psalm 

Chords  of  my  heart  give  back  to  thee. 
Joy  for  the  riches  thy  bounty  yields 
Over  the  breadth  of  our  smiling  fields ! 
Out  of  the  months  that  have  gone  before, 
Gathering  tribute  from  this  thy  store. 
E'en  from  the  torpid  December  moon. 
From  the  vernal  rains  and  the  heats  of  June, 
All  that  was  good  thou  hast  drawn  and  brought. 

Nothing  a  loss ; 

E'en  from  the  dross, 
Alchemist  marvelous,  thou  hast  wrought 
Misted  gold  for  thy  noon's  delights. 
Silver  of  frost  for  thy  twinkling  nights. 
Blest  be  thy  blessing,  all  thy  beauty  now 
Glows  as  a  diadem  on  thy  brow, 

So,  let  me  sing  to  thee, 

So,  let  me  bring  to  thee 
Praise  of  the  queen  of  my  soul,  for  she, 
Bountiful  bringer  of  joys  to  me, 
Wearing  thy  glory,  is  kin  to  thee. 
How  hath  she  wrought  with  the  passing  years? 
All  of  their  pleasures  and  pains  and  tears. 
All  their  rose  hopes  and  their  pallid  fears, 
Through  her  sweet  being  have  issued  forth 
Fused  into  treasure  of  priceless  worth. 
Look  on  the  fruits  of  her  alchemy, 
Lisping  their  music  around  her  knee. 
Muse  on  the  splendor  of  her  sweet  face, 
Motherly  wisdom  and  maiden  grace. 
Gold  of  your  noontime  is  in  her  hair; 
Aye,  and  your  silver  of  frost  is  there. 
Tell  her,  October,  O,  who  so  fair? 

Not  even  thou 

Weareth  a  brow 
Fuller  of  beauty  or  freer  of  care. 
O  for  the  guerdon  of  quiet  bliss, 
For  the  yet  warm  heart  and  the  cool  sweet  kiss 
Of  her  perfect  loving;  for  this,  for  this, 
Fruitful  October,  so  fair  and  calm, 
Singing  of  God  and  His  charity, 
Every  note  of  thy  joyous  psalm 

Chords  of  my  heart  give  back  to  thee ! 

# — r.  A.  Daly. 

Ode  to  Autumn. 

I  saw  old  Autumn  in  the  misty  morn, 
Stand   shadowless  like  silence,   listening 
To  silence,  for  no  lonely  bird  would  sing 

Into  his  hollow  ear  from  woods  forlorn, 

Nor   lowly   hedge,   nor   solitary   thorn ; 
Shaking  his  languid  locks  all  dewy  bright 
With  tangled  gossamer  that  fell  by  night, 

Pearling  his   coronet   of  golden   corn. 

Where  are  the  songs  of  summer? — with  the  sun, 
Oping  the  dusky  eyelids  of  the  earth, 

Till  shade  and  silence  waken  up  as  one, 
And  morning  sings,  with  a  warm,  odorous  mouth. 
Where  are  the  merry  birds? — Away,  away, 
On  panting  wings  through  the  inclement  skies, 
Lest  owls  should  prey 
Undazzled   at   noonday, 
And  tear  with  horny  beak  their  lustrous  eyes. 

Where  are  the  blooms  of  summer  ? — In  the  west 
Blushing  their  last  to   the  last  sunny  hours, 

When  the  mild  eve  by  sudden  night  is  prest. 
Like  tearful   Proserpine,   snatched  from   her  flowers, 
To   a  most   gloomy  breast. 

Where  is  the  pride  of  summer?  the  green  prime — 
The  many,   many  leaves  all  twinkling? — Three 

On  the  mossed  elm  ;  three  on  the  naked  lime, 
Trembling — and  one  upon  the  old  oak  tree. 

Where  is  the   Dryad's  immortality  ? 
Gone  into  mournful   cypress  and  dark  yew, 
Or  wearing  the  long  gloomy  winter  through 

In   the   smooth  holly's  green   eternity. 

The  squirrel  gloats  o'er  his  accomplished  hoard, 
The  ants  have  brimmed  their  garners  with  ripe  grain, 

And  honey  bees  have  stored 

The  sweets  of  summer  in  their  luscious  cells  ; 
The  swallows  all  have  winged  across  the  main, 

But  here  the  Autumn  melancholy  swells 

And  sighs  her  tearful  spells. 
Amongst  the  sunless   shadows  of  the  plain, 
Alone,  alone, — 
Upon  a  mossy  stone, 
She  sits  and  reckons  up  the  dead  and  gone, 
With   the   lost   leaves  for  a  love-rosary; 
Whilst   all   the    withered   world   looks    drearily 

Like  a  dim  picture   of  the   drowned   past 
In   the   husht  mind's   mysterious   far-away. 

Doubtful  what  ghostly  thing  will  steal  the  lost 
Into  that   distance,  gray  upon  the  gray. 

O  go,  and  sit  with  her,  and  be  o'ershaded 
Under  the   languid   downfall   of  her  hair  ; 

She  wears  a  coronet  of  flowers  faded 
Upon  her  forehead,  and  a  face  of  care  ; 
There   is   enough   of  withered   everywhere, 

To  make  her  bower,  and  enough  of  gloom  ; 
There  is  enough  of  sadness  to  invite, 

If  only  for  the  rose  that  died,  whose  doom 

Is  Beauty's. — she  that  with  the  living  bloom 
Of  conscious  cheeks  most  beautifies  the  light ; 
There  is  enough  of  sorrowing,   and  quite 

Enough  of  bitter  fruits  the  earth  doth  bear, — 
Enough  of  chilly  droppings  from  her  bowl; 

Enough  of  fear  and  shadowy  despair, 
To  frame  her  cloudy  prison  for  the  soul ! 

— Thomas  Hood. 

^tm* 

The  shortest  cut  to  an  immediate  big  salary  in  school 
teaching  is  not  by  the  curriculum  route;*  but  through 
the  football  gridiron  (says  William  Lyon  Phelps,  in 
his  recent  work,  "Teaching:  In  School  and  College"). 
In  the  attempt  to  secure  a  good  position  as  a  school 
teacher  the  valedictorian  stands  absolutely  no  chance 
whatever  against  the  captain  of  the  football  team. 
Everywhere  I  observe  the  same  curiosity;  three  or  four 
seniors.,  intelligent  and  scholarly,  members  of  Phi  Beta 
Kappa,  trying  hard  to  find  a  position  to  teach  school 
and  in  the  end  forced  to  accept  a  low  salary,  while 
two  or  three  of  their  classmates  whose  fame  rests  solely 
on  athletics,  have  an  embarrassment  of  choice  and  are 
offered  really  extraordinary  sums  to  teach  Latin  or 
English  or  mathematics  or  history  in  excellent  private 
schools. 


September  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


197 


THE   LAWYERS'  CLUB   AT   HOME  AGAIN. 


New  York's  Latest  Word  in  Unique  and  Sumptuous  Club- 
House  Appointments. 


Most  of  the  big  clubs  of  New  York  are  up  town, 
naturally,  but  clown  in  the  lower  business  district  there 
are  numerous  lunching  clubs,  convenient  to  the  office 
hours  of  men  connected  with  the  great  enterprises  that 
are  not  likely  ever  to  follow  the  northward  trend  of 
hotels,  theatres,  and  retail  trade.  What  is  probably 
the  most  splendidly  housed  club  in  the  city  is  just  now 
celebrating  its  resumption  of  home  life,  which  had  been 
sadly  and  destructively  interrupted  by  the  burning  of 
the  Equitable  Building.  Yesterday  the  doors  of  its 
new  club-house  were  opened,  and  again  the  Lawyers' 
Club  is  in  luxurious  and  impressive  quarters. 

The  Lawyers'  Club  is  distinctive  in  many  ways. 
Since  its  inception,  and  it  was  one  of  the  first  as  well 
as  one  of  the  most  prominent  of  the  down-town  clubs, 
Mr.  George  T.  Wilson  has  been  its  president,  and  Mr. 
William  Allen  Butler  its  secretary-  Its  old  club-rooms 
in  the  Equitable  Building  were  not  only  handsomely 
furnished,  decorated  with  notable  tapestries  and  mural 
paintings,  and  fitted  with  a  fine  law  library,  but  they 
were  remarkable  for  dignity  and  comfort.  All  their 
beauties  and  restful  adjuncts  were  destroyed  by  the 
fire.  To  replace  them  and  add  to  their  attractions  was 
a  serious  problem,  but  it  has  been  solved  with  complete 
success. 

At  115  Broadway  is  the  United  States  Realty  Build- 
ing, one  of  the  imposing  skyscrapers,  yet  compara- 
tively modest  in  elevation  with  its  twenty-one  stories. 
The  three  upper  floors  were  secured  for  the  purposes 
of  the  Lawyers'  Club,  and  an  army  of  men  has  been 
employed  for  months  in  making  over  the  topmost 
regions  of  the  structure.  Not  only  were  the  floors 
stripped  of  partitions,  but  the  ceilings  were  cut  away 
a  grand  stairway  was  constructed,  a  magnificent  stained 
glass  window  was  put  in  at  the  Broadway  front,  and 
innumerable  details  of  the  harmonious  plan  carried  out 
with  the  most  impressive  and  happiest  results.  Pri- 
vate elevators  convey  the  clubmen  and  their  guests  to 
the  doors  of  the  new  home. 

Features  of  the  club  home  are  the  grand  hall,  ex- 
tending through  the  twentieth  floor  of  the  building  to 
the  Church  Street  end,  and  the  magnificent  dining- 
room,  sixty  feet  wide,  ninety  feet  long,  and  twenty-two 
feet  in  height,  with  the  stained  glass  window  at  the 
front.  Gothic  arches,  tall  palms,  gold  screen-work 
filled  with  leaded  glass  and  mirrors  in  Gothic  designs, 
draw  the  eye  down  long  vistas  to  the  left  and  in  front. 
The  grand  staircase  with  carved  balustrade  leads  to 
the  galleries,  the  grill-room,  and  the  smaller  dining- 
rooms  above. 

More  space  than  is  at  my  disposal  would  be  required 
to  describe  adequately  the  stained-glass  window  which 
occupies  more  than  one-third  of  the  dining-room  end 
wall.  It  is  formed  of  seventeen  panels,  each  with  its 
historical  or  allegorical  design,  carrying  out  the  sym- 
bolical presentment  of  the  beginning  and  development 
of  the  law.  There  are  divisions  devoted  to  the  laws 
of  the  Medes  and  Persians,  the  Egvntians  and  the 
Greeks,  the  Scandinavians,  the  Normans,  and  the 
Anglo-Saxons.  These  fill  the  lower  spaces,  each  side 
of  the  central  and  larger  panel,  which  symbolizes  the 
law  of  England  and  its  continuance  in  America.  There 
are  horizontal  panels,  showing  Justinian  and  his  court 
codifying  the  laws  of  the  nations,  and  William  the 
Conqueror  and  his  counselors  carrying  the  Roman  law 
into  England.  At  the  top  there  are  ten  tablets  sug- 
gesting the  dominating  moral  quality  running  through 
all  the  law.  Under  the  window,  which  is  set  three 
feet  above  the  floor,  is  a  fountain,  symbolic  of  the  law 
as  a  living  stream,  and  grouped  about  this  is  a  mass 
of  green  plants.  On  the  walls  of  the  dining-room  are 
six  handsome  portraits — of  three  American  and  three 
English  jurists,  Chief  Justice  Marshall,  Daniel  Web- 
ster, and  Abraham  Lincoln ;  Sir  William  Blackstone, 
William  Murray,  Earl  of  Mansfield,  and  William  Pitt, 
Earl  of  Chatham.  The  English  portraits  are  copies  of 
famous  works  in  the  National  Gallery  of  London.  In 
addition  to  these  there  are  etchings  of  lawyers  and 
judges  of  international  reputation  on  the  walls  of  the 
grill-room,  the  lounging-room  has  pictures  of  the  chief 
court  buildings  of  the  world,  and  in  the  private  dining- 
rooms  are  views  of  universities  and  their  sur- 
roundings. 

On  the  first  floor  of  the  club-rooms  the  color  scheme 
is  gold,  a  rich,  warm  brown,  and  black,  in  the  hall, 
with  blue  carpets  and  hangings  in  the  large  lounging- 
room.  The  walls  are  generally  in  monochrome.  On 
the  upper  floor  there  are  rooms  more  brightly  decked 
with  blue  and  varying  shades  of  yellow,  from  canary 
to  rich  corn  color.  The  ladies'  dining-room  is  in  gray 
and  maroon,  with  light  maple  furniture.  There  are 
seven  private  dining-rooms  which  may  be  thrown  open 
all  together  to  form  a  grand  banquet  hall.  Dressing- 
rooms  and  accessories  are  connected  with  all  the  dining- 
halls.  Throughout  the  furnishings  are  richly  unique, 
all  designed  especially  for  the  club. 

In  the  departments  given  over  to  the  chef,  the  stew- 
ard, and  their  numerous  assistants  the  same  attention 
to  modern  improvements  and  studied  conveniences  has 
been  applied.  The  kitchen  is  particularly  bright  and 
compactly  arranged.  Quarters  for  the  servitors  of  the 
club  are  in  the  highest  regions,  next  the  roof.  All 
told,  this  adaptation  of  a  modern  steel  building  to  the 
needs  of  a  club  has  been  made  with  thorough  under- 
standing and  ability.    No  club  in  the  city  has  superior 


advantages,  including  even  the  convenient  situation  of 
the  building  and  its  outlook. 

Mr.  George  T.  Mortimer,  vice-president  of  the 
United  States  Realty  andl  Improvement  Company,  is 
chairman  of  the  building  committee  of  the  club,  con- 
sisting of  Mr.  Mortimer,  George  T.  Wilson,  William 
Allen  Butler,  R.  A.  C.  Smith,  and  William  C.  Demorest. 
The  governors  of  the  club  are  William  Allen  Butler, 
George  T.  Wilson,  Frederic  S.  Coudert,  William  C. 
Demorest,  Samuel  W.  Fairchild,  George  T.  Mortimer, 
Alton  B.  Parker,  and  R.  A.  C.  Smith.  In  its  occu- 
pancy of  the  new  quarters  the  club  is  certain  to  con- 
tinue with  especial  favor  its  long-continued  successful 
efforts.  There  is  no  one  of  its  many  members  who 
does  not  take  personal  pride  in  the  speedy  recovery  of 
the  club  from  the  disaster  of  last  winter. 

New  York,  September  19,  1912.  Flaneur. 


One  of  the  most  remarkable  results  of  a  presidential 
campaign  developed  in  New  Orleans  during  the  period 
when  Henry  Clay  was  making  the  last  of  his  vain  en- 
deavors to  persuade  the  voters  in  his  behalf.  Dr.  Wil- 
liam A.   Scott  was  then  pastor  of  First   Presbyterian 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


S.  Ebara,  for  some  time  the  floor  leader  of  the  domi- 
nant party  of  the  House  of  Commons  in  Japan,  is  the 
first  Christian  in  the  Island  Empire  to  be  promoted  to 
the  House  of  Peers. 

Prince  Michi,  eldest  son  of  the  Emperor  of  Japan, 
will  receive  his  education  in  Europe.  He  will  be  sent 
to  England,  where  he  will  spend  four  years  at  college, 
and  he  will  complete  his  studies  in  Paris  and  Berlin. 

Miss  Ximena  McGlashan,  daughter  of  C.  F.  Mc- 
Glashan  of  Truckee,  California,  historian  of  the  ill- 
fated  Donner  party,  is  a  grower  of  butterflies  which 
she  sells  to  collectors.  In  six  weeks  she  propagated 
and  sold  6200  mounted  butterflies,  for  which  she  re- 
ceived five  cents  each,  or  $310,  thus  averaging  $50  a 
week. 

Dr.  James  T.  Galathmey,  whose  new  anresthetic  com- 
pound has  been  adopted  by  the  United  States  navy,  is 
anaesthetist  of  St.  Bartholomew  Hospital  in  New  York. 
The   compound   consists   of   a   mixture   of   essence   of 
orange  with  ether  and  chloroform,  and  has  the  advan- 
Church  of  New  Orleans  on  Lafayette   Square,  in  the  'tage  of  absence  of  danger  through  nausea  ar.d  pncu- 
heart   of  the   city.     The  present   Lafayette   Church   at    monia,  and  there  is  no  menace  to  the  heart,  lungs,  or 
that  time  was  the  First  Church  of  the  village  of  La-    kidneys. 


fayette,  an  independent  municipality,  later  incorporated 
in  New  Orleans,  comprising  what  is  today  commonly 
designated  as  the  "uptown  section"  of  the  city.  Its 
pastor  was  Dr.  Jerome  Twitchell.  One  day  Dr.  Scott, 
returning  from  a  trip  somewhere  northward,  stepped 
off  a  Mississippi  steamboat  at  its  New  Orleans  wharf 
and  chanced  to  remark  to  a  friend  whom  he  met  that 
Henry  Clay  had  been  a  passenger  on  the  boat  and  had 
sat  up  all  the  night  before  gambling  in  a  card  game. 
To  this  observation  the  Presbyterian  minister  added 
the  emphatic  opinion  that  anybody  who  would  do  that 
kind  of  thing  was  not  fit  to  be  elected  President.  The 
man  to  whom  this  remark  was  made  unguardedly  re- 
peated it,  and  it  soon  came  to  the  ears  of  Dr.  Twitchell. 
That  worthy  was  mightily  indignant  at  seeing  the 
spirituality  of  the  church  compromised  by  a  minister's 
advising  who  should  and  who  should  not  be  elected  to 
be  President  at  Washington.  Doubtless  the  indigna- 
tion was  stimulated  by  Dr.  Twitchell's  own  intention  to 
vote  for  Clay.  At  any  rate,  he  filed  charges  before 
the  presbytery.  A  bitter  trial  ensued.  Dr.  Scott  as 
defendant  admitted  that  he  said  the  thing  charged,  but 
claimed  it  was  true  and  fully  within  his  right  as  a  pri- 
vate citizen — not  being  in  any  fashion  a  public  utter- 
ance. The  outcome  seems  to  have  been  quite  in  Dr. 
Scott's  favor;  at  least  he  suffered  nothing  in  his  own 
church,  while  Dr.  Twitchell  soon  found  himself  con- 
fronted with  a  rebellion  of  his  Democratic  members, 
who  seceded  and  founded  the  Prytania  Street  congre- 
gation. The  churches  still  stand  in  the  same  neighbor- 
hood, and  both  are  now  prosperous  and  successful. 


Serious  results  followed  the  taking  of  the  first  cen 
sus  in  Japan,  years  ago.  Observing  with  approval  the 
work  of  Western  countries,  the  authorities  thought  it 
advisable  to  take  statistics  of  population,  and  for  that 
purpose  sent  out  to  all  householders  notices  enjoining 
them  to  furnish  them  with  full  particulars  of  their 
families,  age,  sex,  etc.  This  step  was  misconstrued  in 
one  of  the  villages,  where  suspicion  was  expressed  that 
Japan  was  about  to  be  sold  or  at  least  some  of  the 
people  were  to  be  sold  to  foreigners  who  were  desirous 
of  ascertaining  the  number  of  males,  etc.,  before  closing 
the  bargain,  in  order  to  find  out  what  price  to  pay 
according  to  the  quantity  of  blood  that  would  be  forth- 
coming. It  was  a  Japanese  belief  the  foreigners 
squeezed  the  blood  from  all  who  came  into  their  power. 
Excited  and  enraged  mobs  soon  collected  and  attacked 
the  village  offices,  and  it  was  some  time  before  order 
could  be  restored. 

Recently  sold  as  junk  because  there  was  no  further 
use  for  it  and  no  place  to  store  it,  the  plant  of  the 
Cherokee  Advocate,  the  only  newspaper  in  the  world 
printed  in  an  Indian  language,  in  Indian  characters, 
may  be  retained  intact  at  Fort  Gibson  as  a  matter  of  sen- 
timent. The  Advocate  was  first  published  in  Georgia, 
prior  to  the  migration  of  the  Cherokees  to  Indian  Ter- 
ritory. The  types  for  the  paper  were  manufactured  by 
a  type  foundry  in  Chicago  and  were  very  expensive, 
the  molds  having  to  be  made  especially  for  this  one 
order.  In  order  to  keep  the  paper  going  it  was  neces- 
sary to  take  young  Cherokees  and  teach  them  to  set 
type.  No  one  except  Cherokees  could  read  the  char- 
acters, of  which  there  were  eightv-six.  The  Cherokee 
National  Council  saw  to  it  that  there  were  always  as 
many  as  four  compositors  in  the  nation  who  could  set 

this  tvpe. 

■  ■■ 

Montevideo,  chief  port  of  Uruguay,  which  ranks 
seventh  in  the  ports  of  the  world  in  total  tonnage  of 
vessels  entering  and  clearing,  is  to  be  one  of  the  finest 
ports  in  the  world  when  improvements  which  have  been 
decided  on  are  carried  out.  The  government  will  spend 
$30,000,000  in  the  next  eight  years  in  making  the  har- 
bor deep  enough  for  all  vessels,  and  in  order  that  the 
keen  competition  with  Buenos  Aires  may  be  kept  up. 

I  ieneral  William  Booth,  who  made  the  Salvation 
Army  the  great  organization  that  it  is,  died  poor.  His 
personal  estate  amounted  to  only  $2440,  aside  from  a 
fund  of  $26,475  which  was  settled  on  him  for  his  pri- 
vate use.  General  Booth  never  drew  on  the  Army 
funds  for  his  support  or  expenses. 


Hazen  J.  Titus,  superintendent  of  dining-cars  of  the 
Northern  Pacific,  who  has  built  up  the  present  table 
service  of  the  road,  was  a  checker  in  a  Chicago  restau- 
rant ten  years  ago.  Later  his  work  as  a  dining-ca; 
conductor  on  the  Alton  railroad  so  impressed  a  rail- 
road president  who  was  traveling  that  way  that  the 
official  offered  him  a  position  as  superintendent  of 
dining-cars  on  the  Mobile  and  Ohio  railroad. 

Melissa  Houston,  once  the  handsome  Indian  wife  of 
General  "Sam"  Houston,  first  president  of  the  Republic 
of  Texas,  is  said  to  be  deserted  by  her  tribesmen,  who 
have  left  her  to  die  of  hunger  and  neglect  in  an  old 
tepee  in  Oklahoma.  She  is  blind  and  helpless.  Ac- 
cording to  the  best  authority  she  is  115  years  old.  She 
is  a  full-blooded  Kiowa,  and  her  fate  is  not  an  un- 
common one  among  her  people,  who  abandon  their 
aged  and  helpless. 

M.  Jean  Jules  Jusserand,  the  new  dean  of  the  diplo- 
matic corps  at  Washington,  has  been  French  ambas- 
sador to  this  country  since  1902.  He  was  born  at 
Lyons,  in  1855,  and  was  there  educated.  In  1876  he 
entered  the  foreign  office,  and  from  1887  to  1890  was 
councillor  of  the  embassy  at  London.  He  is  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Legion  of  Honor,  and  has  written  a  number 
of  studious  works,  among  which  is  "Le  Roman  au 
temps  de  Shakespeare." 

A.  J.  Jennings,  recently  nominated  on  the  Demo- 
cratic ticket  for  district  attorney  of  Oklahoma  County, 
Oklahoma,  is  a  man  with  a  remarkable  career,  having 
been  an  outlaw  and  a  train-robber.  He  was  once  sen- 
tenced to  death,  but  was  pardoned.  That  was  the  turn- 
ing point  in  his  life.  He  became  a  useful  citizen, 
studied  law,  passed  the  required  examination  with 
credit,  and  has  since  been  a  practicing  attorney,  meet- 
ing with  success.     It  is  said  he  is  likely  to  be  elected. 

D.  Staley  Creamer,  retiring  state  treasurer  of  Ohio, 
who  placed  the  state  funds  out  at  interest  during  his 
term  of  office,  under  the  competitive  bidding  plan, 
though  no  law  compelled  that  course,  will  turn  over  to 
his  successor  the  sum  of  $600,000  interest  received  from 
banks  in  four  years.  His  rule  of  competitive  bidding 
attracted  so  much  favorable  comment  that  it  has  been 
made  a  statutory  regulation.  Claim  is  made  that  the 
amount  mentioned  is  fully  equal  to  all  other,  interest 
paid  into  the  treasury  on  deposits  since  the  formation 
of  the  state. 

Professor  Zephaniah  Hopper,  dean  of  the  faculty  of 
the  Boys'  Central  High  School,  Philadelphia,  is  still 
teaching,  though  at  the  advanced  age  of  eighty-eight 
years.  He  celebrated  his  birthday  recently.  It  is  be- 
lieved he  has  set  a  record  which  will  not  be  easily  ap- 
proached in  a  long  time,  for  he  has  been  teaching  in 
the  Philadelphia  schools  for  seventy  years.  While 
showing  small  trace  of  a  break-down.  Professor  Hopper 
fears  that  he  may  soon  have  to  resign,  though  he  in- 
tends to  continue  the  work  he  loves  so  well  until  he  can 
no  longer  teach  with  success. 

Dr.  Charles  F.  Holder,  who  was  awarded  the  gold 
medal  of  the  Academy  of  Sports  of  France  for  notable 
books  on  sport,  and  for  extraordinary  feats,  founded 
the  famous  Tuna  Club  of  Los  Angeles,  of  which  he  is 
president.  One  of  his  fishing  feats  was  the  capture, 
with  rod  and  reel,  of  a  tuna  weighing  180  pounds.  Dr. 
Holder  was  born  in  Massachusetts,  where  he  received 
his  education.  He  was  assistant  curator  of  zoology  in 
the  American  Museum.  New  York,  for  a  number  o( 
years  before  coming  West.  His  works  are  recognized 
as  authorities,  one  of  his  latest  being  "The  Game 
Fishes  of  California." 

Dr.  Franz  Ullstein,  who  conies  to  this  country  to 
attend  the  Hygienic  Congress  in  Washington,  is  one 
of  the  leading  newspaper  proprietors  in  the  world,  be- 
ing one  of  five  brothers  who  own  the  great  Ullstein 
plant  in  Berlin.  One  of  the  newspapers  published  b} 
the  firm  has  700,000  subscribers.  Dr.  Ullstein  studied 
at  the  universities  of  Berlin.  Heidelberg,  and  Freiburg. 
His  doctor's  degree  was  taken  in  law.  and  for  a  few 
years  he  was  a  judge's  assistant.  Twenty  year- 
he  started  in  his  father's  newspaper  I  '  that 
time  quite  unpretentious,  the  princi]  'ii  be- 
ing an  illustrated  weekly  with  a  sma!' 


198 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  28,  1912. 


CAPTAIN    BARNABY    COMES    ASHORE. 


Whereby  the  Shadow  of  the  Burglar  Fades  Away. 


"People  might  talk,"  said  Adeline  as  she  attacked  the 
cardboard  disk  on  the  top  of  the  milk  bottle  with  a 
fork.  "There !  I  spilled  it  again  !  I  wish  they  would 
find  some  other  way  to  secure  the  tops  of  milk  bottles !" 
"I'd  rather  have  people  talk  about  us  in  that  way 
than  to  wake  up  some  night  and  find  a  footpad  in  the 
room,  and  probably  get  shot  if  I  screamed,  and  then 
have  something  like  that  in  the  newspapers,"  and  Miss 
Caroline  Montresor  shivered  as  she  took  the  rolls  from 
the  oven  of  the  gas  stove. 

"He  climbed  right  up  the  waterspout,"  said  Adeline, 
looking  up  from  Iter  morning  paper,  which  she  had 
brought  in  with  the  milk.  Her  hair  was  still  in  curl 
papers,  and  she  peeped  at  herself  in  the  mirror  over 
the  mantel  to  see  if  she  were  getting  grayer,  as  she  had 
peeped  for  the  past  ten  years  or  more. 

"And  we've  got  a  waterspout  on  the  back  of  our 
house,  and  it  rattles,"  said  Caroline,  pouring  the  cofifee. 
"It's  right  close  to  the  east  window,  and  we  can't  leave 
the  east  window  open  any  more  at  night  and  that  settles 
it.  Ad." 

"He  might  swear — and  want  a  latch  key  and  come  in 
late,  and  have  nails  in  his  shoes  that  would  tear  the 
carpet."  continued  Adeline. 

"Now,  Ail.  you  are  getting  to  be  an  old  maid !  All 
men  don't  swear  all  the  time,  and  I  say  we  need  a  man 
in  the  house.  We  could  have  a  Jap  boy  then,  too,  and 
that  north  corner  room  would  be  just  suitable  for  a 
man,  and  think  what  a  comfort  it  would  be  to  know 
there  was  a  man  in  the  house." 
"He  could  have  the  bird's-eye  bureau,"  said  Adeline. 
"And  the  patent  rocker,  and  we  could  put  the  rag 
carpet  down  in  the  hall  and  give  him  the  cat  rug — only 
he  might  leave  the  curtains  up  and  fade  the  colors. 
Xo,  I  don't  want  to  read  about  any  burglars — keep  the 
old  paper.  I'm  going  to  advertise  for  a  lodger,  talk  or 
no  talk.  Ad." 

"Well,  you  can  try,  Caroline,  but  I  don't  know  what 
the  neighbors  will  say.  Of  course  it  may  look  as  if  we 
are  doing  it  because  we  haven't  resources,  but  it  does 
seem  silly  to  let  that  north  room  go  to  waste,  when  we 
might  have  a  man  in  it.  Perhaps  it  would  make  us 
feel  easier  at  night  if  we  knew  there  was  a  man  in  the 
house,  and  probably  the  burglars  would  know,  too,  and 
keep  away.  They  do  say  that  burglars  know  about  such 
things.  I'm  sure  the  young  fellow  who  wanted  to  sell 
sweeping  powder  yesterday  was  a  burglar.  Look  at 
Berkeley — three  men  selling  lavender  perfumery  were 
simply    burglars    looking    for    houses    to    break    into 

and " 

"Please  don't,  Ad !  I  won't  sleep  a  wink  tonight,  and 
if  that  waterspout  rattles  I  know  I'll  scream." 

"Well,  advertise,  then,  but  if  we  have  trouble,  Caro- 
line. I  won't  be  accountable  or  responsible.  If  you  will 
have  a  strange  man  in  the  house  I  suppose  you  will  and 
that's  an  end  of  it.  It  would  be  comforting  to  know 
there  would  be  somebody  to  call  to  in  case  we  heard 
somebody  trying  the  back  door,  as  we  did  last  month. 
You  use  too  much  sugar,  Caroline." 

"What  will  we  say?"  asked  Caroline,  buttering  a  roll, 
and  thrilled  with  the  idea  of  advertising  for  a  lodger 
for  the  north  room.  "I  suppose  we  ought  to  give  pretty 
complete  particulars — marine  view,  sun  all  day,  and 
handy  to  the  cars." 

Adeline  took  the  pencil  from  the  bronze  clock  on  the 
mantel  and  the  receipt  for  a  gas  bill  which  was  being 
guarded  by  the  china  collie  dog,  and  spreading  the  bill 
on  the  bottom  of  an  overturned  plate,  patted  a  curl 
paper  and  poised  her  pencil. 

"How  will  we  start  it,  Caroline?"  she  asked. 
"Large  sunny  room,  marine  view,  for  a  single  gentle- 
man," she  suggested. 

"Of  course  he'll  be  single — that's  understood,  or  we'll 
make  it  so  in  the  advertisement.  You  mean  single  room 
for  a  gentleman.  How  would  it  be  to  say  'view  of  San 
Francisco  Bay  and  Golden  Gate'  instead  of  marine  view. 
That  might  sound  more  attractive,  mightn't  it?" 

"And  'rent  reasonable  to  desirable  party.'  "  said  Caro- 
line. 

"Now  that  would  make  the  neighbors  talk,"  protested 
Adeline.  "They'll  say  those  two  old  maids  are  adver- 
tising for  a " 

"Adeline  Montresor!  How  could  you  think  of  such 
a  thing  !" 

«  r  musl  lie  discreet." 

"If  two  maiden  ladies  of  our  ages  can't  advertise  for 

arder  or  a  lodger,  things  have  come  to  a  pretty  pass 

indeed,  especially  as  we  want  him  to  keep  burglars  away 

i  — well,  revenue  would  he  the  proper  word. 

I  suppi 

onsible  part)   would  sound  better,"  said  Adeline, 

lie  wrote:     "To  let.     Single  room  for  gentleman. 

Sunny.     \  iew  of  San  Francisco  Bay  and  Golden  Gate. 

Kent  reasonable  to  responsible  party.     Board  if  desirec' 

home  cooking." 

"It  sounds  refined,"  said  (aniline.  "All  but  that 
about  the  board.  We  don'l  care  where  he  boards,  hut 
if  we  have  a  servant,  and  he  wants  to  board  with  us, 
lie  may  if  he  wishes.  We'll  need  some  new  napkins. 
though,  and  we  can't  wear  wrappers  for  breakfast,  and 
you'll  liav  ■  tn  take  off  your  curl  papers;  I  wouldn't  say 
anything  about  the  board.  Ad." 

"But    we   aren't    handy   to   any    restaurants,   Caroline. 

We  can    aj  'Meals  if  desired,'  and  then  it  won't  look  as 

ere  about  running  a  boarding-house.     Perhaps 

1    ,   docs  suggest  a  boarding-house,  and  we  don't 

i  do  that  if  we  want  somebody  of  refinement." 


"Well,  put  it  in  'Meals  if  desired,'  "  agreed  Caroline. 
"Then  the  neighbors  can't  say  we  need  the  money." 

"Fiddlesticks !  The  neighbors  don't  spend  their  time 
reading  the  'Rooms  to  Let,  Private  Families'  columns  in 
the  newspapers.  I'll  wager  no  one  we  know  will  see  it. 
But  what  if  he  drinks,"  and  Miss  Adeline  surveyed  her 
sister  doubtfully. 

"Fiddlesticks  yourself,  Ad !  If  he  has  a  scent  of 
liquor  about  him  we  don't  need  let  him  have  the  room, 
do  we?  We  can  see  them  coming  up  the  street,  and  if 
we  don't  like  their  appearance  we  can  say  the  room  is 
let." 

"That  would  be  fibbing." 

"Then  I'll  fib  1"  said  Caroline  with  some  asperity. 
"This  is  a  business  arrangement,  and  it  is  absolutely 
justifiable  to  tell  a  man  whose  appearance  you  dis- 
like that  the  room  is  gone.  We  don't  need  to  take  a 
single  one  of  them  if  we  don't  like  their  looks." 

"I  won't  feel  just  right  about  it  if  he  happens  to  be 
a   nice  man,"   said   Adeline,   bobbing  her  head   at   the 
mirror. 
"About  what?" 

"About  having  advertised  for  him  to — well,  keep 
burglars  away." 

"Oh,  Ad !  You  are  absurd !  As  if  he  would  care  if 
he  liked  the  room!  We  can  send  it  with  the  cross-eyed 
boy  when  he  comes  to  steal  some  pinks — the  advertise- 
ment, I  mean.  I  do  wish  that  tap  at  the  kitchen  sink 
would  stop  leaking." 

It  wasn't  long  after  that  the  cross-eyed  boy  began  to 
advance  up  the  street,  cautiously  and  with  a  brisk 
whistled  air  to  divert  the  attention  of  the  owners  of  the 
bed  of  pinks,  much  as  an  Arab  sings  a  love  song  when 
going  on  a  raid.  He  had  been  filching  pinks  from  the 
little  garden  of  the  Montresor  sisters  since  they  began 
to  bloom,  and  the  two  women  had  watched  his  thefts 
and  said  nothing  because  they  knew  he  was  taking  the 
flowers  to  his  teacher — and  what's  a  few  pinks,  more 
or  less,  in  California? 

They  had  inherited  the  house  on  Russian  Hill  in  San 
Francisco  from  an  uncle,  and  went  to  the  city  from 
Yermont  for  a  trip,  intending  to  sell  the  place  and  re- 
turn to  Vermont.  But  when  they  found  San  Francisco 
Bay  under  their  bedroom  window,  and  the  city  beneath 
them,  the  "trip"  became  a  summer  sojourn,  and  when 
the  winter  trade  winds  began  to  come  in  from  the  Pa- 
cific they  thought  they  would  wait  for  "winter."  But 
Xovember  passed,  and  they  thought  they  would  wait  for 
the  cold  winter  of  December.  They  looked  for  snow 
every  day,  although  they  had  been  told  they  would  see 
none,  and  when  January  arrived  with  its  warms  rains 
and  fleecy  fogs,  San  Francisco  held  them  in  thrall  and 
they  decided  to  become  Californians,  although  Adeline 
was  forty  and  Caroline  thirty-eight,  and  both  un- 
ashamed of  their  ages  and  what  Adeline  called  "their 
independent  stations  in  life." 

So  when  the  cross-eyed  boy  advanced  that  morning 
on  the  pinks  by  a  sudden  oblique  movement  from  across 
the  street  and  careful  watch  on  the  "scrim"  curtains  he 
was  startled  by  the  figure  of  Caroline  dashing  down  the 
front  stoop  toward  him.  He  halted  in  the  middle  of  the 
street,  and  before  he  had  fled  Miss  Caroline  hailed  him 
and  waved  a  paper  at  him. 

"You  wait  a  minute,  young  man !"  she  called.  "I'll 
give  you  a  nickel  and  some  pinks  if  you'll  do  an  errand 
for  me." 

The  cross-eyed  boy  began  to  edge  away,  suspecting  a 
ruse,  but  Miss  Caroline  sped  across  the  lawn  and  cut 
off  his  retreat,  and  smiling  reassuringly,  held  a  nickel 
in  one  hand  and  a  slip  of  paper  in  the  other. 

"Whatcherwant?"  he  demanded,  swinging  one  foot 
diffidently  and  wondering  if  he  couldn't  go  over  the  side 
of  the  cliff  to  the  east  if  the  position  should  prove  un- 
tenable in  case  of  attack. 

"Do    you   know    where    the    office    of   the    Morning 
Graphic  is  on  Fillmore  Street — right  near  the  school?" 
"Sure  I  does,  lady." 

"Then  leave  this  paper  there  and  this  envelope — I'll 
seal  it  up  in  the  envelope — and  I'll  give  you  this  nickel 
— and  some  pinks." 

The  indemnity  brought  about  the  surrender  and  then 
Miss  Caroline  gave  him  two  of  the  best  pinks  in  the 
bed. 

"I  hope  the  young  rascal  won't  open  the  envelope  and 
discover  it  contains  the  money  to  pay  for  the  advertise- 
ment," said  Caroline. 

"We'll  know  as  soon  as  we  get  the  paper  in  the  morn- 
ing, and  in  the  meantime  we'll  have  to  have  confidence 
in  the  honesty  of  a  boy  who  will  steal  pinks  to  take  to 
his  teacher." 

"I'll  polish  the  brass  handles  on  the  bird's-eye  bureau, 
and  you  can  put  the  cat  rug  in  the  room,  and  the  win- 
dows need  to  be  washed."  And  so  they  set  about  pre- 
paring for  the  advent  of  the  mysterious  person  who 
would  read  the  "Rooms  to  Let"  column  in  the  Morning 
Graphic  and  come  seeking  a  haven  in  the  north  room 
with  its  view  of  San  Francisco  Bav  and  the  Golden 
( iate. 

As  it  happened,  there  was  no  wind  that  night  and 
the  waterspout  didn't  rattle  and  the  back  porch  w-as  free 
of  prowding  cats,  so  that  it  seemed  the  night  and  the 
things  of  the  night  already  knew  that  the  Montresor 
home  was  to  be  left  in  peace  ever  afterwards. 

"I  almost  feel  as  if  he's  upstairs  now,"  said  Caroline 
as  she  went  to  bed.  "I  believe  if  the  waterspout  rattles 
I'd  call  to  him." 

"I  can  hear  him  walking  on  the  balcony  outside  his 
room,  and  I  can  hear  the  floor  creak,"  said  Adeline, 
looking  up  at  the  ceiling,  which  separated  them  from  the 
north  room,  top.  | 


"Suppose  he'll  be  there  tomorrow  night  ?"  asked  Caro- 
line. 

"You  have  the  impatience  of  youth,"  said  Adeline. 
"Now  don't  you  go  and  be  in  too  much  of  a  hurry  to 
take  the  first  man  who  comes  along." 

"That's  what  has  kept  you  single,  Ad,"  said  Caroline, 
but  her  sister  disregarded  the  remark. 

The  cross-eyed  boy  didn't  open  the  envelope ;  at  least 
there  was  the  advertisement  in  the  Graphic  the  next 
morning,  and  they  looked  for  it  before  Adeline  began 
her  attack  on  the  paper  top  of  the  milk  bottle. 

"That  'View  of  San  Francisco  Bay  and  the  Golden 
Gate'  sounds  as  if  we  were  trying  to  make  capital  out 
of  the  scenery.  Just  imagine,  Ad — it's  almost  as  if  we 
were  selling  the  Pacific  and  the  bay." 

They  went  back  to  breakfast,  which  they  finished  in 
nervous  dread  of  the  bell  and  repeated  reading  of  the 
advertisement  for  a  lodger.  The  words  in  print  looked 
much  better  than  they  had  hoped  for,  and  they  agreed 
that  the  advertisement  was  businesslike,  complete  and 
of  satisfying  literary  quality  to  satisfy  the  neighbors, 
although  they  hoped  the  neighbors  wouldn't  see  it. 
They  were  surprised  to  discover  that  the  number  of  the 
house — their  own  house — appeared  odd  to  them,  and 
they  disliked  the  idea  of  notoriety  which  the  number 
and  street,  seen  only  by  them  on  their  letters,  con- 
veyed. 

"It  is  some  satisfaction  to  know  that  it  is  only  a 
number,"  commented  Adeline.  "I  don't  believe  I  could 
endure  to  see  the  name  of  Montresor  in  a  newspaper, 
even  in  an  advertisement.  Do  you  suppose  anybody  in 
Vermont  takes  the  Graphic,  Caroline?" 

"What  would  anybody  in  Vermont  want  with  a  news- 
paper from  San  Francisco?  I  believe  there  are  people 
in  Vermont  who  believe  California  is  on  the  Per- 
sian Gulf." 

"Well,  no  doubt  there  are  folks  in  California  who 
think  Vermont  is  on  Hudson's  Bay.  Old  Man  Sims 
used  to  take  a  Louisiana  paper  just  to  read  the  death 
notices,  although  nobody  ever  was  able  to  learn  whom 
he  expected  to  die.  The  Sewing  Circle  said  it  was 
because  he  bought  land  down  there,  but  'Liza  Jane 
Luzry  always  said  he  must  have  been  a  bigamist  and 
had  a  wife  in  the  South.  She  said  that's  why  he  went 
to  White  River  Junction  once  a  month — to  get  his 
mail  from  his  other  wife." 

"They  wouldn't  be  reading  the  'Rooms  to  Let'  even 
if  they  do  take  the  Graphic  back  home.  Ad,  I  wonder 
if  Old  Man  Sims  did  have  a  wife  in  Louisiana,  too. 
There's  the  bell!" 

Adeline  took  up  a  position  behind  the  half-closed 
kitchen  door  while  Caroline  tiptoed  down  the  front 
hall  and  took  a  preliminary  peep  at  the  bell-ringer 
through  the  diamond  window  in  the  door. 

"It  looks  like  one,"  whispered  Caroline,  meaning 
that  she  supposed  the  man  on  the  stoop  to  be  the  pros- 
pective lodger.  She  shut  her  teeth  tight  and  opened 
the  door  a  full  foot. 

She  faced  an  elderly  man  in  a  blue  serge  suit  who 
wore  a  black  felt  hat  which  she  knew  to  be  what  fitted 
her  description  of  "respectable."  His  face  was  a  red- 
dish brown  and  he  had  a  surprisingly  fat  Gladstone  bag 
at  his  feet.  He  wore  boots,  with  the  tops  under  his 
trousers,  bulging  out  at  the  knee. 

"Got  a  room  to  let,  lady?"  he  inquired  briskly.  "If 
I  aint  mistaken  this  is  the  right  place — I  saw  it  in  the 
paper  early  this  morning." 

"Come  right  in,"  said  Miss  Caroline,  forgetting  that 
she  had  planned  to  parley  with  those  who  answered  the 
advertisement  before  admitting  them  or  letting  it  be 
known  that  the  room  was  still  vacant.  There  was 
something  about  him  that  pleased  her — whether  it  was 
the  shining  black  boots  or  the  rosy  complexion  or  the 
respectable  black  hat,  she  couldn't  tell. 

"Thanks,  ma'am,"  and  he  further  ingratiated  himself 
by  carefully  rubbing  his  boots  on  the  mat.  He  put  the 
fat  bag  down  in  the  hall  and  she  closed  the  door.  He 
took  off  his  hat  and  looked  into  it. 

"It's  the  marine  view  room  I  wanted  to  see,"  he  ex- 
plained. "I'm  Captain  Barnaby,  formerly  master  of 
the  barkentine  Globe  Trotter,  and  I  guess  I!ve  come 
ashore  for  a  spell." 

"Would  you  like  to  look  at  it  now?"  asked  Caro- 
line. 

"If  it's  just  the  same  to  you,  ma'am." 
"Right  upstairs,"  said  Caroline.  "I  think  the  milk 
bill  man  is  coming,  Ad,"  said  Caroline,  which  remark 
served  the  purpose  of  letting  the  stranger  know  that 
she  was  not  alone  in  the  house,  and  was  also  a  signal 
to  Adeline  that  he  appeared  to  be  "the  lodger."  The 
milk  bill  man  wasn't  coming  to  the  house,  of  course. 

"Rag  carpets,"  commented  Captain  Barnabv  in  the 
upper  hall. 

"Yes,"  said  Caroline  weakly,  afraid  that  he  disliked 
rag  carpets  and  was  beginning  to  find  fault  from  the 
first. 

"That's  the  room  right  there,"  said  Caroline.  "It 
may  lie  a  little  dusty .  and  if  there  is  anything  you  want 
we'll  be  glad  to  supply  it— I  mean  my  sister  and  I— 
Montresor  is  our  names." 

"Pleased  to  meet  you,"  said  the  captain,  bowing  and 
crushing  his  hat  in  one  hand,  and  wondering  if  he 
should  offer  the  other.     "Seems  rather  snug  here." 

He  opened  the  door  and  stepped  into  the  north  room, 
which  was  in  reality  a  corner  rooi.i  with  an  eastern 
and  northern  view-.  It  was  flooded  with  sunlight  and 
the  bay  was  beneath  them. 

"Jiminy  crickets!"  exclaimed  the  captain.  "Does 
that  bridge  go  with  the  room,  ma'am?" 

"The  balcony?     Oh,  yes...  It's  really  more  of f, 

than  a  balcony,  but  that's  what  they  call  it  out 


September  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


199 


California.  It  runs  around  to  the  north,  too,  and  it  is 
for  the  exclusive  use  of  the  roomer  in  here.  We 
haven't  any  other — lodgers,  I  mean.  You  will — we 
won't  have  but  one." 

"That's  a  quarter-deck,"  said  the  captain  enthusi- 
astically. "Don't  suppose  I'd  disturb  anybody  below  if 
I  should  come  out  here  for  a  turn  about  in  the  evening 
or  davtime.  I've  been  to  sea  thirty  years,  ma'am,  and 
this  view  takes  me — and  this  deck  here.  Look  at  that 
tramp  coming  in.  I  saw  her  in  Manila  Bay — God- 
frey's ship — I'd  know  that  funnel  forty  miles  away. 
Ye  see,  I  can  watch  all  my  friends  coming  and  going 
from  here — I've  been  on  the  China  coast  ten  years 
and  I  know  all  these  packets.  This  is  just  the  place 
for  me,  ma'am." 

"I'm  glad  you  like  it,"  said  Miss  Caroline,  standing 
on  the  cat  rug,  and  wondering  if  Adeline  was  listening 
in  the  hall  below.  She  hoped  that  ten  dollars  a  month 
wouldn't  frighten  the  captain  away. 

"I'll  take  it  if  it's  just  the  same  to  you — and  ye  won't 
mind  me  pounding  away  out  here  of  a  night.  I'm  liable 
to  git  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  and  stand  a  watch, 
you  know— custom — been  thirty  years  to  sea,  ma'am, 
and  I  can't  sleep  through  the  night  very  well,  and  if  I 
can  take  a  turn  or  two  out  here,  it'll  make  me  comfort- 
able. I'll  rig  the  rail  handy,  too,  and  keep  my  glass 
handy  to  watch  the  ships  coming  it.  Ye  see  that  speck 
over  in  the  Alameda  Creek — that's  the  Globe  Trotter — 
laid  up,  and  I've  decided  to  quit  the  sea.  Made  my 
pile,  I  have,  in  copra  and  general  cargoes — can  I  have 
the  room  ?  I'll  take  a  year's  charter  if  it's  all  the  same 
to  you.     I'll  be  snug  here." 

"It's  ten  dollars  a  month,  board  extra,  if  you  desire," 
said  Caroline,  hoping  that  he  wouldn't  find  the  rent  too 
high. 

"That's  me!"  exclaimed  the  captain,  pulling  out  a  fat 
wallet  and  extracting  a  yellow  gold  certificate.  "I'll 
pay  two  months  right  down,  and  if  you  decide  I'm  too 
noisy  up  here  of  nights  tramping  the  deck,  why  you 
can  discharge  me,  and  no  questions  asked.  I  aint  sure 
I'm  civilized,  ye  see — been  away  from  a  home  ashore 
good  many  years — left  New  Hampshire  when  I  was 
quite  a  lad." 

"We're  from  Vermont,"  said  Caroline,  taking  the 
money  which  he  placed  in  her  hand. 

"That  so?     What  part?" 

"Albion  Center." 

"Bears  about  nor'nor'west  from  the  best  I  can  re- 
member, from  Enfield,  where  I  was  raised.  Well, 
well !  That  do  beat  all,  don't  it?  Can  ye  make  dough- 
nuts? And  New  England  mince  pie  and  pickled  pre- 
serves? Board?  I  guess  I  will  board,  if  it's  all  the 
same  to  you." 

"We  can  have  anything  you  care  for,"  said  Caroline. 
"Will  I  give  you  a  receipt  for  this  now,  or  will  it  do  a 
little  later?" 

Caroline  withdrew  from  the  room  and  stood  in  the 
hall,  because  now  that  it  was  his  room,  she  didn't  feel 
quite  at  ease  inside. 

"Don't  you  give  me  no  receipt,"  said  the  captain. 
"We're  New  Englanders  and  I  don't  need  it — just  as 
you  like,  ma'am,  if  you'll  be  more  satisfied  about  it  that 
way.  I  guess  I'll  bring  my  satchel  up  now — I  got  a 
trunk  full  of  gear  at  the  ferry.  Say,  that  rag  carpet, 
got  my  eye  right  away.  I  aint  seen  a  rag  carpet  for 
years.     What  was  the  name  again,  please?" 

"Montresor.  I'm  Caroline,  and  my  sister  is  Adeline. 
I'm  afraid  you'll  have  to  bring  your  bag  up  yourself, 
captain — we  are  going  to  get  a  servant  again  as  soon  as 
we  can." 

Adeline,  at  the  foot  of  the  stairs,  winced  at  the 
"again"  of  her  sister  regarding  the  servant.  She  knew 
Caroline  was  trying  to  convey  the  idea  that  they  had 
had  a  servant. 

"Say!"  exclaimed  the  captain,  stopping  at  the  head 
of  the  stairs.  "I  don't  want  to  run  afoul  of  your 
affairs,  but  I've  got  a  Chink  cook  I've  had  with  me  in 
the  Globe  Trotter  for  years  and  he's  out  of  a  job  now. 
I'd  like  to  see  him  have  a  berth  ashore,  and  it  would 
be  tip  top  if  he  could  be  along  with  me." 

"What  kind  of  a  cook?"  asked  Caroline. 

"Chink — I  mean  Chinaman.  Sing  can  cook  a  boiled 
dinner  fit  for  the  selectmen,  and  he's  a  good  doughnut 
maker,  too." 

"Then  we'll  take  him,"  said  Caroline. 

"This  is  my  sister,  Miss  Adeline  Montresor,"  said 
Caroline  when  they  came  down  for  the  Gladstone  bag. 

"Pleased  to  meet  you,  ma'am.  Got  a  snug  place  and 
I'm  sure  I'm  going  to  like  it." 

"Glad  to  hear  it,  sir.  I  hope  you  won't  mind  but — 
well,  captain,  we've  been  afraid — dreadfully  afraid  of 
burglars.  That's  why  we  wanted  a  roomer.  There ! 
It's  out.  Caroline,  and  done  with.  I  made  up  mv  mind 
I'd  tell." 

,  "Burglars !  Oh  shucks !  I'd  like  to  see  a  burglar 
come  aboard  here.  If  he  didn't  think  he  was  mixed  up 
in  a  mutiny  in  a  Norwegian  schooner  I'm  not  Barnaby. 
master  of  sail  and  steam  in  any  ocean.  I'll  leave  my 
satchel  here  while  I  go  after  my  gear — and  Sing. 
Don't  you  make  no  great  fuss  about  dinner,  neither. 
My  best  meal  is  supper,  and  I'll  have  the  Chinkie  here 
in  time  for  that." 

"Well."  said  Adeline,  as  she  closed  the  door  after 
the  captain.  "He  didn't  have  nails  in  his  boots  and 
he  wiped  his  feet  ribefore  he  came  in.  I  believe  he  is 
a  success,  Caroline." 

"It  seems  a  shame  to  charge  him  rent  for  the  room," 
said  Caroline. 

"I  was  thinking  about  that  myself,"  confessed  Ade- 
line. Frederick  Ferdinand  Moore. 
San  Francisco,  September,  1912. 


A    PLAY    WITH    A    PURPOSE. 


'Rule  Britannia"  on  the  London  Stage. 


Boisterous  patriotism  is  grateful  to  the  palate  of  the 
average  cockney.  When  the  city  of  London  sent  out 
its  clerks  and  shop  assistants  to  the  Boer  War  there 
were  wild  scenes  in  the  streets;  when  Mafeking  was 
relieved  the  orgy  was  so  terrific  as  to  give  a  new  ad- 
jective to  the  English  language.  The  poorest  music- 
hall  singer  can  always  win  thunders  of  applause  by  any 
doggerel  about  the  Union  Jack  provided  he  waves  the 
flag  vigorously;  and  when,  several  seasons  ago,  "An 
Englishman's  House"  was  staged  as  a  patriotic  chal- 
lenge to  the  evil  designs  of  German  aggression  London 
went  mad  with  delight.  Theatrical  authorities,  then, 
have  come  to  realize  that  it  is  a  paying  policy  to  tap 
that  vein  and  appeal  to  the  "Rule  Britannia"  sentiment. 
And  now  even  the  manager  of  His  Majesty's  Theatre 
has  succumbed  to  that  line  of  least  resistance.  Go  to, 
Sir  Herbert  Tree  appears  to  have  said  to  Louis  N. 
Parker;  let  us  have  a  patriotic  play,  such  as  will  tickle 
the  ears  of  the  groundlings  and  fill  the  coffers  of  the 
box-office.  And  let  it  be  a  play  of  the  sea,  an  embodi- 
ment of  the  Britannia  legend  as  it  stands  on  the  copper 
coins  of  the  realm.  Everybody  knows  that  lady  by 
sight,  is  familiar  with  her  trident  and  proud  pose  by  the 
sad  sea  waves,  and  accepts  it  as  gospel  that  she  and 
only  she  is  the  anointed  ruler  of  the  wide  waters  of 
the  world.  Let  us  gather  all  that  up  into  one  tre- 
mendous spectacle;  we  can  shelter  ourselves  behind  the 
plea  of  patriotism,  and  the  bill  will  be  paid  before  we 
are  found  out. 

But  the  two  conspirators  must  have  found  it  difficult 
to  decide  upon  a  hero.  The  natural  choice  would  have 
been  Nelson,  for,  thanks  to  his  column  in  Trafalgar 
Square  and  the  annual  observance  of  Trafalgar  Day, 
to  say  nothing  of  "The  Death  of  Nelson"  song,  there 
is  no  admiral  of  the  past  whose  name  is  so  familiar  to 
the  average  cockney.  But  Nelson  and  Trafalgar  would 
never  do;  even  the  Navy  League  these  days  has  to  be 
careful  of  offending  French  susceptibilities,  and  to 
make  a  whole  play  out  of  such  elements  and  under- 
score the  dreadful  happenings  of  Trafalgar  Bay  would 
be  utter  ruin  to  the  entente  cordiale.  Debarred,  then, 
from  making  choice  of  Nelson,  nothing  was  left  save 
the  gallery  of  Armada  heroes;  there  is  no  entente  with 
Spain,  and  besides  the  Armada  happened  so  long  ago 
that  King  Alfonso  could  hardly  be  offended. 

All  of  which  accounts  for  the  fact  that  for  the  time 
being  Nelson  must  be  content  with  his  column  and 
give  place  to  one  of  the  sea-dogs  of  Devon,  to-wit,  Sir 
Francis  Drake.  And  no  doubt  Louis  N.  Parker  was 
grateful  for  the  choice.  Although  he  has  written  many- 
plays,  most  of  them,  save  the  delightful  "Pomander 
Walk,"  rather  failures  than  successes,  he  has  achieved 
his  greatest  triumph  as  a  master  of  pageantry,  and  to 
be  given  a  free  hand  in  the  "spacious  times"  of  the 
Virgin  Queen  must  have  been  greatly  to  his  liking. 
And  certainly  Sir  Herbert  Tree  appears  to  have  given 
him  a  free  enough  hand.  The  manager  of  His 
Majesty's  Theatre  is  no  niggard  himself  in  the  mount- 
ing of  a  play;  he  spares  neither  canvas,  nor  paint,  nor 
properties,  nor  supers.  And  in  the  sacred  name  of 
patriotism  he  appears  to  have  allowed  Mr.  Parker  a 
riotous  license  to  crowd  his  picture  right  up  to  the 
frame. 

For  cast,  then,  "Drake,"  the  "play  in  three  acts"  as 
it  is  termed  in  the  bill,  is  equipped  with  an  array  of 
characters  wlvich  would  fill  more  than  half  a  column  of 
the  Argonaut,  while  an  outline  of  the  scenes  in  three 
acts  would  account  for  another  half-column  of  space. 
There  are  three  scenes  in  the  first  and  second  acts,  and 
four  in  the  third,  and  all  of  them  different.  Ten 
scenes,  then,  representing  vast  areas  of  canvas,  cart- 
loads of  properties,  crowds  of  supers,  and  the  whole 
battery  of  electric  lighting.  Reinforce  all  this  with 
incidental  music  which  makes  a  heavy  demand  on  old 
English  airs,  and  the  machinery  of  "Drake"  is  com- 
plete. 

And  let  it  be  confessed  that  as  a  spectacle  it  is  the 
most  gorgeous  idealization  of  the  Britannia  of  the 
penny  and  half-penny  and  farthing  pieces  that  ever  was 
seen.  It  is  the  Lady  of  the  Seas  who  dominates  every 
incident  of  the  story,  for  whether  the  setting  is  Hamp- 
ton Court,  or  the  Isthmus  of  Darien,  or  the  quayside 
at  Plymouth,  or  the  precincts  of  St.  Paul's  Cathedral, 
the  spirit  that  rules  everything  is  that  of  the  Mistress 
of  the  Seas.  In  other  words,  Mr.  Parker  has  been 
faithful  throughout  to  his  one  idea,  that  of  Britannia 
as  the  ruler  of  the  waves. 

So  far  as  plot  goes  the  spectacle  follows  the  time- 
honored  traditions  of  frank  melodrama.  That  is,  there 
is  a  valiant  hero  (Drake),  a  scheming  villain  (Thomas 
Doughty),  a  heroine  (Elizabeth  Sydenham),  and  a 
good  genius  (Queen  Elizabeth).  Nor  is  the  comic 
relief  absent,  or  the  tremendous  moment  when  the  vil- 
lain is  duly  thwarted  and  made  to  bite  the  dust.  So 
the  story  tells  how  Drake,  for  revenge  on  the  Spaniards, 
goes  in  quest  of  the  gold  of  Darien,  fills  his  ship  with 
untold  wealth,  and  returns  in  triumph  to  claim  Eliza- 
beth as  his  bride. 

All  that,  however,  is  but  a  prelude  to  the  patriotic 
climax.  The  dangers  Drake  has  braved  and  his  skill 
as  a  seaman  have  been  thrown  into  relief  merely  to 
depict  the  kind  of  man  he  was  and  stamp  him  as  the 
ideal  leader  of  English  sailors  when  the  dread  Armada 
arrives.  Hence  the  third  act,  which  gives  us  the  his- 
toric game  of  bowls  on  Plymouth  Hoe,  with  a  rapid 
transformation  u?  the  deck  of  the  Revenge  on  the  high 


seas  and  a  terrific  combat,  to  the  accompaniment  of 
fearsome  gun  firing,  writh  the  principal  vessel  of  the 
Spanish  fleet.  And  after  that  tense  excitement  the 
spectacle  drops  to  a  lower  key  in  a  thanksgiving  service 
in  St.  Paul's  Cathedral  and  a  chime  of  wedding  bells 
for  the  dauntless  hero  and  his  faithful  Mistress  Eliza- 
beth Sydenham. 

Such  is  the  story  so  far  as  it  can  be  discerned  behind 
the  smoke  and  din  of  battle  and  the  wealth  of  paint  and 
property.  Save  for  one  unrelated  incident,  when 
Drake  unmasks  his  enemy  and  has  him  condemned  to 
death  and  yet  parts  with  him  with  a  kiss,  the  character 
development  is  nil.  Indeed,  truthfully  speaking,  there 
are  no  characters.  From  Drake  himself  to  the  lowliest 
super  they  are  all  lay  figures  wound  up  to  do  certain 
things  and  speak  certain  admirable  sentiments.  In  fact 
the  spirit  of  the  pageant  lies  heavily  over  all  the  pro- 
duction. The  speakers  have  as  much  relation  to  a  liv- 
ing drama  as  the  stuffed  animals  of  a  museum  have  to 
the  animation  of  the  woodlands.  The  production,  then, 
lacks  the  cohesion  of  a  chronicle  play  as  Shakespeare 
has  made  us  understand  that  classification  of  drama, 
for  although  there  is  a  plenitude  of  patriotic  speeches 
they  do  not  seem  to  arise  from  the  situations,  but  give 
the  effect  of  a  series  of  unconnected  recitations  from 
different  authors. 

Altogether,  then,  and  notwithstanding  the  immense 
labor  that  has  been  expended  upon  the  production,  the 
care  to  have  the  costumes  correct,  the  meticulous  atten- 
tion which  has  been  bestowed  on  the  stern-walk  win- 
dows and  great  timbers  of  the  ships,  the  faithful  copy 
of  the  Spanish  doubloons,  and  the  thousand  and  one 
other  details  of  the  scenic  and  other  properties,  the 
fact  remains  that  save  in  London  town  "Drake"  would 
have  a  short  shrift  from  the  store-room.  It  has  been 
built  for  a  special  audience,  and  how  well  built  that 
audience  proved  by  its  unqualified  approval.  To  any 
other  audience  it  would  savor  so  much  of  that  least 
attractive  of  British  qualities  that  were  it  transferred, 
as  was  "An  Englishman's  House,"  to  New  York  or 
Paris  it  would  not  run  a  week.  That  it  is  a  play  with 
a  purpose  is  sufficiently  demonstrated  by  the  fact  that 
it  has  already  been  blessed  by  the  Navy  League  as  the 
greatest  national  drama"  of  the  present  generation  and 
calculated  to  leave  a  "profound  impression"  on  the  na- 
tion. To  secure  such  a  certificate  is  quite  in  line  with 
theatrical  policy  in  the  British  capital,  where  astute 
managers  are  wont  to  provide  clergymen  with  free 
passes  that  they  may,  on  fit  occasion,  obtain  pious  tes- 
timonials to  the  "moral  tendency"  of  their  produc- 
tions. Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  September  10,  1912. 

■  ■■   

Keeping  the  peace  between  the  Greeks  and  Turks  in 
Cyprus  is  a  task  which  calls  forth  a  high  degree  of 
diplomacy  and  integrity.  Witness  the  difficult  position 
of  a  police  official  in  Famagusta,  who  was  waited  upon 
by  a  body  of  Greeks,  asking  if  they  might  have  a  pro- 
cession the  following  Tuesday.  "Why  do  you  wish  a 
procession?"  he  asked.  "To  commemorate  the  ever- 
distressful  taking  of  Constantinople  by  the  infidel 
Turks,"  was  the  mournful  reply.  Half  an  hour  later  a 
Turkish  deputation  called  upon  the  same  official.  Had 
they  the  permission  of  his  excellency  to  fire  the  cannons 
the  following  Tuesday?  "Why  do  you  wish  to  fire 
the  cannons?"  he  asked.  "To  celebrate  the  ever- 
glorious  taking  of  Constantinople  by  the  true  believers 
of  the  prophet,"  they  replied.  After  some  considera- 
tion he  gave  the  required  permission  to  both  parties, 
on  their  solemn  assurance  that  there  would  lie  no  in- 
fringement of  law  and  order,  and  it  says  much  for  the 
prestige  of  the  British  government  that  no  heads  were 
broken  when  the  rival  celebrations  took  place  in  due 
course. 

Japan  will  colonize  a  tract  of  100.000  acres  in  Brazil, 
where  will  be  operated  great  rice  plantations.  Special 
privileges  have  been  secured  from  the  government  of 
Brazil,  such  as  the  payment  of  the  traveling  expenses 
of  the  colonists,  and  that  no  duty  will  be  charged  for 
five  years.  A  capital  of  nearly  $1,000,000  is  being 
raised.  Half  of  this  sum  will  be  used.  By  the  end  of 
four  years  it  is  expected  that  the  colony  will  number 
two  thousand  families.  Three  hundred  families,  num- 
bering about  a  thousand  persons,  will  be  sent  first.  By 
January  next  the  first  party  of  colonists  will  start  for 
their  new  home. 


Designs  have  been  completed  for  the  memorial  bridge 
which  the  city  of  Augusta,  Georgia,  is  to  erect  in  honor 
of  Major  Archibald  W.  Butt,  who  perished  in  the 
Titanic  disaster,  and  work  will  begin  in  a  few  weeks. 
It  will  be  a  handsome  reinforced  concrete  structure  in 
three  arches,  spanning  the  Augusta  canal,  which  is  150 
feet  wide.  Memorial  adornments,  including  a  bronze 
tablet  and  a  handrailing  formed  of  sixteen  inverted 
cannon  linked  by  a  heavy  cable  chain,  will  be  added  by 
the  Archibald  Butt  Memorial  Association. 


One  of  Switzerland's  noted  glaciers,  that  of  Saleinez, 
above  Orsieres,  the  starting  point  of  the  great  St.  Ber- 
nard railroad,  has  fallen  a  victim  to  commercialism. 
Since  the  opening  of  the  railroad  it  has  been  found 
worth  while  to  quarry  the  glacier  and  sell  the  ice. 
First  it  is  blasted  with  dynamite  and  then  the  blocks 
are  shot  down  an  inclined  plane,  two  kilometres  in 
length,  to  the  bottom  of  the  valley.  From  there  they 
are  carted  to  the  railroad  station  and  th 
to  all  parts  of  Europe. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  28,  1912. 


GEORGE    BERNARD    SHAW. 


Dr.  Archibald  Henderson  Writes  a  Critical  Biography  Which 
Is  Issued  with  the  Approval  of  Its  Hero. 


Dr.  Archibald  Henderson  has  at  least  brought  energy 
and  enthusiasm  to  his  "critical  biography"  of  George 
Bernard  Shaw.  It  is  over  four  hundred  pages  in 
length.  It  is  Boswellian  in  its  indiscriminate  accumu- 
lation of  fact.  It  is  indexed,  catalogued,  prefaced,  an- 
notated, and  illustrated,  and  if  the  arrangement  of  this 
vast  amount  of  material  is  distinguished  by  its  absence 
rather  than  by  its  excellence  we  have  at  least  the 
satisfaction  of'  knowing  that  everything  is  there  and 
that  the  index  is  competent  and  reliable. 

Certainly  the  author  conveys  a  living  picture  of  his 
hero,  and  this  is  no  small  virtue  in  a  biography.  He 
helps  us  to  understand  why  Bernard  Shaw  is  what  he 
is.  We  appreciate  the  "effect  upon  his  character  of 
the  harder  features  of  his  early  life,  an  effect  that 
may  be  described  as  a  certain  mental  isolation  and 
aloofness,  still  further  accentuated  by  his  vegetarian- 
ism and  his  abstentions  from  society  in  the  broader 
meanings  of  the  word.  Never  was  a  keener  observer 
of  human  affairs  with  less  sympathy  for  the  actors  or 
a  less  understanding  of  their  motives.  Mr.  Shaw  has 
never  come  close  enough  to  humanity  to  share  in  its 
point  of  view.  He  knows  his  own  thoughts,  but  not 
the  thoughts  of  others. 

Bernard  Shaw  had  more  than  his  share  of  the  up- 
hill work  that  awaits  the  literary  beginner.  During 
the  nine  years  from  1876  to  1SS5  he  earned  six  pounds. 
For  a  time  he  worked  for  a  musical  paper,  but  unfor- 
tunately it  died — "partly  of  me": 

As  the  nine  years  progressed  he  had  one  article  accepted 
bv  Mr.  G.  R.  Simms,  who  had  just  started  a  short-lived  paper 
called  One  and  All.  "It  brought  me  fifteen  shillings.  Full  of 
hope  and  gratitude,  I  wrote  a  really  brilliant  contribution. 
That  finished  me."  During  this  period  he  received  his  great- 
est   fee — five    pounds — for    a    patent    medicine    advertisement, 

circumstance    which    may    give    some    color    to    Dr.    Meyer- 


feld's    early    denunciation    of    Shaw    as    a    "quacksalver.' 


On 


another  occasion  a  publisher  asked  Shaw  for  some  verses  to 
fit  some  old  blocks  which  he  had  bought  up  for  a  school 
prize  book.  "I  wrote  a  parody  of  the  thing  he  wanted  and 
sent  it  as  a  joke.  To  my  stupefaction  he  thanked  me  seri- 
ously, and  paid  me  five  shillings."  Shaw  was  so  much  touched 
by  the  gift  of  five  shillings  for  his  parody  that  he  wrote  the 
generous  publisher  a  serious  verse  for  another  picture.  With 
the  startling  result  that  the  publisher  took  it  as  a  joke  in 
questionable  taste !  Is  it  any  wonder  that  Shaw's  career  as 
a  versifier  abruptly  ended? 

Shaw  was  converted  to  socialism  by  Marx's  "Capi- 
tal" and  thenceforth  he  became,  to  quote  his  own 
words,  "a  man  with  some  business  in  the  world."  But 
the  change  in  his  convictions,  if  he  can  be  said  to  have 
had  any  convictions,  was  a  terrible  shock  to  his  mother: 

Shaw's  mother  was  never  able  to  persuade  herself,  so 
strong  were  her  aristocratic  instincts,  that  in  becoming  a 
Socialist,  George  had  not  allied  himself  with  a  band  of  raga- 
muffins. One  day,  while  walking  down  Regent  Street  with 
her  son,  she  inquired  who  was  the  handsome  gentleman  on 
the  opposite  side.  On  being  told  that  it  was  Cunninghame 
Graham,  the  distinguished  Socialist,  she  protested:  "No,  no, 
George,    that's    impossible.     Why,    that    man's    a    gentleman !" 

Shaw  first  began  to  practice  his  oratory  on  the 
Zeletical  Society,  but  as  he  knew  nothing  of  political 
economy  his  speeches  were  more  dazzling  than  con- 
vincing. But  his  chance  came  at  last.  The  society  de- 
voted an  evening  to  art,  and  "I  wiped  the  floor  with 
that  meeting  and  several  members  confessed  to  me 
afterwards  that  it  was  this  performance  that  first  made 
them  reconsider  their  first  impression  of  me  as  a  dis- 
cordant idiot" : 

Shaw  persevered  doggedly,  taking  the  floor  at  every  oppor- 
tunity. Like  the  humiliated,  defiant  Disraeli,  in  his  virgin 
speech  in  the  House  of  Commons,  Shaw  resolved  that  some 
day  his  mocking  colleagues  should  hear,  aye,  and  heed  him. 
He  haunted  public"  meetings,  so  he  says,  "like  an  officer 
afflicted  with  cowardice,  who  takes  every  opportunity  of  going 
under  fire  to  get  over  it  and  learn  his  business."  After  his 
conversion  to  Socialism,  he  grew  increasingly  zealous  as  a 
public  speaker.  He  was  so  full  of  Socialism  that  he  made 
the  natural  mistake  of  dragging  it  in  by  the  ears  at  every 
opportunity,  (in  one  occasion  he  so  annoyed  an  audience  at 
South  Place  that,  for  the  only  time  in  his  life,  he  was  met 
with  a  demonstration  of  impatience.  "I  took  the  hint  so 
rapidly  and  apprehensively  that  no  great  harm  was  done," 
Mr.  Shaw  once  said  to  me:  "but  I  still  remember  it  as  an  un- 
pleasant and  mortifying  discovery  that  there  is  a  limit'  even 
to  the  patience  of  the  poor,  helpless,  long-suffering  animal,  the 
public,  with  political  speakers.'-  Such  an  incident  had  never 
occurred  before ;  ai.d  although  Shaw  has  spent  his  life  in 
deriding  the  public,  he  has  taken  care  that  such  a  mortifying 
experience   never  occur  again. 

Shaw,  says  the  author,  has  never  submitted  his  intel- 
ligence or  his  power  to   alien  domination  and  it  was 
determination   to   remain   untrammeled   in   thought 
and  action  which   forbade  his  ever  accepting  payment 
for  speaking: 

Very  often  provincial  Sunday  societies  invited  him  to  come 
down  '    I   ten   guineas  fee  and  give  the  usual   sort 

of  lecture,  avoiding  politics  and  religion.  Shaw's  invariable 
answer  to  such  requests  was  that  he  never  lectured  on  any- 
thing but  politics  and  religion,  and  that  his  fee  was  the  price 
of  his  railway  ticket  third-class,  if  the  place  was  further  off 
than    hi  his   Own   expense.      The    Sunday 

would  then  "come  around''  and  assure  Shaw  that  he 
might,  on  these  terms,  lecture  on  anything  he  liked;  and  he 
always  did.  Occasionally,  to  avoid  embarrassing  other  lec- 
who  lii  .1  bj  lecturing,  the  thing  was  done  by  a  debit 
and  credit  entry;  thaj  is,  Shaw  took  the  usual  fee  and  ex- 
t  back  as  a  donation  to  the  society.  Shaw 
once  related  to  me  the  circumstances  of  a  most  interesting 
contretemps,  which  alone  would  suffice  to  justify  his  desire 
for  freedom  of  peech,  his  wisdom  in  arming  himself  against 
tin    ai  being  a  professional  agitator.     "At  thi    elec 

tion  '.f  1892,  |  was  making  a  speech  in  the  Town  Hall  of 
Dover,  when  :•.  man  rose  and  shouted  in  the  "audience  not  to 
let  itself  be  Iked  t<>  by  a  hired  speaker  from  London.  I 
imi  '  ''cred     to     sell     him     my     emoluments     for     five 

i   offered  to  take  five  shillings — half-a-crown 
n  nee — for  my    fees,   and   when  he   would  not 


take  them  at  that,  claimed  that  he  must  know  perfectly  well 
that  I  was  there  at  my  own  expense.  If  I  had  not  been  able 
to  do  this,  the  meeting,  which  was  a  difficult  and  hostile  one 
(Dover  being  a  hopeless,  corrupt  Tory  constituency)  would 
probably  have  been  broken  up." 

Shaw  said  once  with  genuine  pride  that  more  than 
once  he  has  been  the  most  unpopular  man  in  a  meeting, 
and  yet  carried  a  resolution  against  the  most  popular 
orator  present  by  driving  home  its  necessity: 

As  a  speaker,  he  first  started  and  provoked  his  audience  to 
thought,  and  then  annihilated  their  objections  with  the  sword 
of  logic  and  the  rapier  of  wit.  His  ready  answer  for  every 
searching  query,  his  instantaneous  leap  over  every  tripping 
barrier,  seemed  to  the  novice  a  proof  of  very  genius.  To 
strange  audiences,  his  readiness  in  answering  questions  and 
meeting  hostile  arguments  seemed  astonishing,  miraculous. 
On  several  different  occasions  I  have  heard  Mr.  Shaw 
modestly  give  the  explanation  of  this  apparently  magic  per- 
formance. "The  reason  was  that  everybody  asks  the  same 
questions  and  uses  the  same  arguments.  I  knew  the  most 
effective  replies  by  heart.  Before  the  questioner  or  debater 
had  uttered  his  first  word  I  knew  exactly  what  he  was  going 
to  say,  and  floored  him  with  an  apparent  impromptu  that  had 
done  duty  fifty  times  before."  Shaw  always  carefully  thought 
out  the  thing  for  himself  in  advance,  and,  which  is  far  more 
important,  had  thought  out  not  only  an  effective  but  also  a 
witty  answer  to  the  objections  that  were  certain  to  be  raised. 
This  is  the  secret  of  Shaw's  success  in  every  task  which  he 
has  undertaken  :  to  think  each  thing  out  for  himself,  and  to 
couch  it  in  terms  of  scathing  satire  and  fiery  wit.  His  is  the 
skeptical  Socratic  method  pushed  to  the  limit. 

Shaw's  method  is  to  secure  attention  by  irritating. 
As  he  says  himself,  "In  this  world  if  you  do  not  say  a 
thing  in  an  irritating  way,  you  may  just  as  well  not  say 
it  at  all,  since  nobody  will  trouble  themselves  about 
anything  that  does  not  trouble  them."  But  another  of 
his  weapons,  and  perhaps  a  still  better  one,  was  humor : 

If  the  world  is  convinced  that  Shaw  is  only  a  gay  deceiver, 
he  himself  has  felt  from  the  very  beginning  that  the  role  he 
plays  is  that  of  the  candid  friend  of  society.  "Waggery  as  a 
medium  is  invaluable,"  he  once  explained.  "My  case  is  really 
the  case  of  Rabelais  over  again.  When  I  first  began  to  pro- 
mulgate my  opinions,  I  found  that  they  appeared  extravagant, 
and  even  insane.  In  order  to  get  a  hearing,  it  was  necessary 
for  me  to  attain  the  footing  of  a  privileged  lunatic,  with  the 
license  of  a  jester.  Fortunately  the  matter  was  very  easy. 
I  found  that  I  had  only  to  say  with  perfect  simplicity  what  I 
seriously  meant  just  as  it  struck  me,  to  make  everybody  laugh. 
My  method,  you  will  have  noticed,  is  to  take  the  utmost 
trouble  to  find  the  right  thing  to  say,  and  then  say  it  with  the 
utmost  levity.  And  all  the  time  the  real  joke  is  that  I  am  in 
earnest." 

In  1888  Shaw  became  editorial  writer  on  the  new 
evening  newspaper,  the  Star,  under  the  editorship  of 
T.  P.  O'Connor.  But  Shaw's  editorials  were  about 
five  hundred  years  ahead  of  the  times,  and  so  Mr. 
O'Connor,  too  good  natured  "to  do  his  duty  and  put 
Shaw  out  summarily,"  offered  him  a  column  to  him- 
self to  be  headed  "Music."  Later  on  he  became  music 
critic  to  the  World: 

Perhaps  the  most  enlightening  evidence  as  to  Shaw's  posi- 
tion as  a  critic  of  music  is  contained  in  his  recital  of  an 
amusing  incident.  One  day,  it  seems,  a  certain  young  man, 
whose  curiosity  overswayed  his  natural  modesty,  approached 
Shaw  on  the  subject  of  the  G.  B.  S.  column  in  the  World. 
"At  last  he  came  to  his  point  with  a  rush  by  desperately 
risking  the  question  :  'Excuse  me,  Mr.  G.  B.  S.,  but  do  you 
know  anything  about  music?  The  fact  is,  I  am  not  capable 
of  forming  an  opinion  myself;  but  Dr.  Blank  says  you  don't, 
and — er — Dr.  Blank  is  such  a  great  authority  that  one  hardly 
knows  what  to  think.'  Now  this  question  put  me  into  a  dif- 
ficulty, because  I  had  already  learned  by  experience  that  the 
reason  my  writings  on  music  and  musicians  are  so  highly 
appreciated  is  that  they  are  supposed  by  many  of  my  greatest 
admirers  to  be  a  huge  joke,  the  point  of  which  lies  in  the 
fact  that  I  am  totally  ignorant  of  music,  and  that  my  char- 
acter of  critic  is  an  exquisitely  ingenious  piece  of  acting, 
undertaken  to  gratify  my  love  of  mystification  and  paradox. 
From  this  point  of  view  every  one  of  my  articles  appears  as 
a  fine  stroke  of  comedy,  occasionally  broadening  into  a  har- 
lequinade, in  which  I  am  the  clown,  and  Dr.  Blank  the  police- 
man. At  first  I  did  not  realize  this,  and  could  not  under- 
stand the  air  of  utter  disillusion  and  loss  of  interest  in  me 
that  would  come  over  people  in  whose  houses  I  incautiously 
betrayed  some  scrap  of  amateurish  enlightenment.  But 
the  naive  exclamation.  'Oh  !  you  do  know  something  about  it, 
then  !'  at  last  became  familiar  to  me  ;  and  I  now  take  particu- 
lar care  not  to  expose  my  knowledge.  When  people  hand  me 
a  sheet  of  instrumental  music,  and  ask  my  opinion  of  it,  I 
carefully  hold  it  upside  down,  and  pretend  to  study  it  in  that 
position  with  the  eye  of  an  expert.  They  invite  me  to  try 
their  new  grand  piano,  I  attempt  to  open  it  at  the  wrong  end  ; 
and  when  the  young  lady  of  the  house  informs  me  that  she 
is  practicing  the  'cello,  I  innocently  ask  her  whether  the 
mouthpiece  did  not  cut  her  lips  dreadfully  at  first.  This  line 
of  conduct  gives  enormous  satisfaction,  in  which  I  share  to  a 
rather  greater  extent  than  is  generally  supposed." 

Shaw's  attitude  toward  Shakespeare  is  not,  it  seems, 
due  to  conceit.  He  himself  says:  "No,  I  am  not  really 
a  conceited  man.  .  .  .  It's  only  a  pose,  to  prevent  the 
English  people  from  seeing  that  I  am  serious.  If  they 
did,  they  would  make  me  drink  the  hemlock": 

Shaw's  incorrigible  practice  of  "blaming  the  Bard,"  pub- 
licly inaugurated  in  the  Saturday  Review,  is  no  mere  antic  in 
which  he  indulges  for  the  fun  of  the  thing,  but  as  inevitable 
an  outcome  of  his  philosophy  as  is  his  championship  of  Ibsen. 
His  inability  to  see  a  masterpiece  in  every  play  of  Shake- 
speare's arises  largely  from  the  fact  that  he  knows  his 
Shakespeare  as  he  knows  his  Bunyan,  his  Dickens,  his  Ibsen. 
It  is  flying  in  the  face  of  fact  to  aver  that  a  man  who  knew 
his  Shakespeare  from  cover  to  cover  by  the  time  he  was 
twenty  does  not  like  or  admire  Shakespeare.  "I  am  fond," 
says  Shaw,  "unaffectedly  fond,  of  Shakespeare's  plays."  He 
looks  back  upon  those  delightful  evenings  at  the  New  Shake- 
speare Society,  under  F.  J.  Furnival,  with  the  most  unfeigned 
pleasure.  A  careful  perusal  of  his  score  or  more  articles  on 
Shakespeare  in  the  Saturday  Review  shows  that  he  has  not 
only  studied  Shakespeare  consistently,  and  periodically  in- 
terpreted him  from  a  definite  point  of  view,  but  that  he  al- 
ways fought  persistently  for  the  performance  of  his  plays  in 
their  integrity.  And  although  he  has  by  no  means  taken  ad- 
vantage of  all  his  opportunities,  yet  he  has  managed  to  see 
between  twenty  and  thirty  of  Shakespeare's  plays  performed 
on   the  stage. 

Shaw  as  a  philosopher  might  have  received  more 
adequate  treatment,  as  it  is  one  of  the  most  interesting 
chapters  in  the  book.  He  rejects  the  Darwinian  theory 
and  can  find  no  signs  of  progress  in  the  humanitarian 
-" ■'     ''''-•''       ■•  »      rVrirlinF  the   "increased   command 


over  nature,"  harnessing  continents,  circling  the  globe, 
and  so  forth,  he  would  ask  if  a  negro  using  the  tele- 
phone is  superior  to  George  Washington.  Writing  to  • 
the  author,  he  says :  "I  have  not  escaped  from  a  literal 
belief  in  the  Book  of  Genesis  only  to  fall  back  into  the 
gross  blindness  of  seeing  nothing  in  the  world  but  the 
result  of  natural  selection  operating  on  a  chapter  of 
accidents,  which  is  popular  Darwinism" : 

In  that  most  whimsical  and  witty  essay,  entitled,  "The  Con- 
flict Between  Science  and  Common  Sense,"  Shaw  declares  that 
he  has  "found  out"  the  man  of  science:  "In  future  my  atti- 
tude towards  him  will  be  one  of  more  or  less  polite  incredulity. 
Impostor  for  impostor,  I  prefer  the  mystic  to  the  scientist — 
the  man  who  at  least  has  the  decency  to  call  his  nonsense 
a  mystery,  to  him  who  pretends  that  it  is  ascertained,  weighed, 
measured,  analyzed  fact."  In  a  sense,  Shaw's  part  in  the  hu- 
manitarian campaign  against  vivisection,  modern  science  gen- 
erally, vaccination,  education,  flogging,  "cannibalism,"  and  so 
on,  are  all  part  of  his  attitude  as  a  "mystic."  He  has  no 
faith  in  the  scientist  with  his  specious  invitation :  "My 
friend,  by  a  diabolically  cruel  process  I  have  procured  a  re- 
voltingly  filthy  substance.  Allow  me  to  inject  this  under  your 
skin,  and  you  can  never  get  hydrophobia,  or  enteric  fever,  or 
diphtheria,  etc.  I  have  even  a  very  choice  preparation,  of 
unmentionable  nastiness,  which  will  enable  you,  if  not  to  live 
forever  (though  I  think  that  quite  possible),  at  least  to  renew 
in  your  old  age  the  excesses  of  your  youth."  While  the  aver- 
age man,  with  incomprehensible  credulity,  jumps  at  the  bait, 
Shaw  refuses  to  be  so  easily  duped.  While  science  has  taught 
him  that  dirt  is  "only  matter  in  the  wrong  place,"  his  own 
common  sense  has  taught  him  that  "disease  is  only  matter  in 
the  wrong  condition,  and  that  to  inject  matter  in  the  wrong 
condition  into  matter  in  the  right  condition  (healthy  flesh, 
to-wit)  is  to  put  matter  in  the  wrong  place  with  a  vengeance." 
In  the  public  prints,  in  his  novels  and  plays,  notably  "Cashel 
Byron's  Profession"  and  "The  Philanderer,"  Shaw  has  fulmi- 
nated as  vigorously  against  vivisection  as  against  vaccination. 

From  the  first  he  perceived  that  the  vivisector  was  "just 
the  same  phenomenon  in  science  as  the  dynamiter  in  politics, 
and  that  to  all  humane  men  both  methods  of  research  and 
reform,  effective  or  not,  were  eternally  barred,  precisely  as 
highway  robbery  is  barred  as  a  method  of  supporting  one's 
family."  His  persistent  vegetarianism  is  not  based  upon  a 
scientific  inquiry  into  the  amount  of  hydrocarbons,  uric  acid, 
or  what  not  deleterious  stuff  there  may  be  in  meat,  but  in  his 
perfectly  natural  and  humane  distaste  for  the  shedding  of 
blood.  "I  have  not  the  slightest  doubt  myself,"  he  once  said, 
"that  a  diet  of  nice  tender  babies,  carefully  selected,  cleanly 
killed  and  tenderly  cooked,  would  make  us  far  hea'.thier  and 
handsomer  than  the  haphazard  dinners  of  today,  whether  car- 
nivorous or  vegetarian.  .  .  .  There  is  no  objection  whatever 
to  a  baby  from  a  nitrogenous  point  of  view.  Eaten  with  sugar, 
or  with  beer,  it  would  leave  nothing  to  be  desired  in  the  way 
of  carbon.  My  sole  objection  to  such  a  diet  is  that  it  happens 
to  be  repugnant  to  me.     I   prefer  bread  and  butter." 

Shaw  was  always  unconventional  in  his  dress,  first 
from  necessity  and  afterwards  from  choice.  He  says 
that  at  one  time  "my  clothes  turned  green,  and  I 
trimmed  my  cuffs  to  the  quick  with  a  scissors,  and 
wore  my  tall  hat  with  the  back  part  in  front,  so  that 
the  brim  should  not  bend  double  when  I  took  it  off  to 
an  acquaintance: 

Despite  the  loyal  protest  of  the  secretary  of  the  Fabian 
Society,  who  once  wrote  me  vehemently  asserting  that  Shaw 
always  wore  perfectly  normal  and  conventional  c'.othes,  it 
must  be  admitted  that  Shaw  has  been  associated  throughout 
his  life  with  queer  sartorial  tastes.  The  notorious  velvet 
jacket  which  he  wore  during  the  days  of  his  activity  as  a 
critic  of  the  drama  furnished  the  casus  belli  in  Shaw's  war 
with  the  theatre  managers.  Shaw  refused  point-b'ank  to  obey 
the  iron-clad  regulation  that  occupants  of  stalls  must  wear 
evening  c'.othes.  The  irrepressible  conflict  was  precipitated 
one  nigbt,  when  Shaw  was  stopped  at  the  door  of  the  theatre 
by  the  attendant. 

"What  do  you  object  to?"  asked  Shaw;  "the  velvet  jacket?" 

The  attendant  nodded  assent. 

"Very  well,"  exclaimed  Shaw,  no  whit  abashed,  "I  will  re- 
move it."  And  the  next  instant  he  was  striding  up  the  aisle 
in   his   shirt   sleeves. 

"Here  that  won't  do  !"  shouted  the  attendant  in  great  alarm, 
hurrying  after  Shaw  and  stopping  him  with  great  difficulty. 

"Won't  do?"  cried  Shaw,  with  fine  assumption  of  indig- 
nation.    "Do  you  think  I  am  going  to  take  off  any  more?" 

And  with  that  he  promptly  redonned  his  velvet  jacket  and 
turning  on  his  heel,  left  the  house.  Shaw  finally  won  the 
battle  and  enjoyed  his  triumph  in  face  of  the  objection  of 
managers  and  the  indignation  of  the  fashionable  and  wealthy 
theatre-goers. 

Of  Mrs.  Shaw  we  hear  very  little,  but  an  incident 
of  the  wedding,  as  described  by  Shaw  himself,  is  worth 
telling: 

Simplicity  and  unostentation  are  the  keynotes  of  Shaw's 
home  life.  The  ornate,  the  gaudy,  the  useless,  are  banished 
from  his  scheme  of  things.  In  his  wife,  a  gracious  person  of 
great  sweetness,  he  has  both  a  charming  companion  and  an 
enthusiastic  supporter  in  all  his  multifarious  activities.  Mr. 
Shaw's  retirement  from  the  journalistic  lists  was  signalized 
by  his  marriage  to  Miss  Charlotte  Frances  Payne-Tow  '  end, 
who  nursed  him  back  to  health  and  strength — and  matrimony 
— after  a  serious  accident.  "I  was  very  ill  when  I  was  mar- 
ried," Mr.  Shaw  ence  wrote,  "altogether  a  wreck  on  crutches 
and  in  an  old  jacket  which  the  crutches  had  worn  to  rags. 
I  had  asked  my  friends.  Mr.  Graham  Wallas,  of  the  London 
school  board,  and  Mr.  Henry  Salt,  the  biographer  of  Shelley 
and  De  Quincey,  to  act  as  witnesses,  and,  of  course,  in  honor 
of  the  occasion  they  were  dressed  in  their  best  clothes.  The 
registrar  never  imagined  I  could  possibly  be  a  bridegroom  : 
he  took  me  for  the  inevitable  beggar  who  completes  all  wed- 
ding processions.  Wallas,  who  is  considerably  over  six  feet 
high,  seemed  to  him  to  be  the  hero  of  the  occasion,  and  he 
was  proceeding  to  marry  him  calmly  to  my  betrothed,  when 
Wallas,  thinking  the  formula  rather  strong  for  a  mere  wit- 
ness, hesitated  at  the  last  moment  and  left  the  prize  to  me." 

Mr.  Henderson's  book  has  the  general-  effect  of  mak- 
ing us  respect  Mr..  Shaw  more  than  we  did  before. 
We  see  a  genuine  nobility,  a  real  unselfishness,  and  an 
extraordinary  devotion  to  a  cause  showing  themselves 
clearly  behind  an  exterior  that  was  evidently  designed 
to  hide  reality  and  to  arouse  attention  by  first  arousing 
dislike.  No  one  can  read  this  biography  without  hav- 
ing cause  to  revise  whatever  there  may  have  been  of 
harshness  in  earlier  judgments. 

George  Bernard  Shaw.  By  Archibald  Henderson. 
Cincinnati:  Stewart  &  Kidd  Company;  $5  net. 


Out  of  all  the  high  schools  in  New  Mexico  in  1911, 
only  twelve  Mexicans,  or  Spanish-Americans,  were 
graduated,  and  of  these  five  came  from  the  mission 
schools. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Black  Pearl. 

Mrs.  Wilson  Woodrow  has  lost  none  of  her 
power  since  she  wrote  "The  New  Missioner." 
She  shows  the  same  care  in  the  choice  of 
distinctive  characters  and  the  same  skill  in 
their  delineation.  Indeed  they  are  all  so 
alive  that  it  is  hard  to  suspect  her  of  a 
preference.  Nominally  there  is  a  hero  and  a 
heroine,  but  actually  they  are  all  heroes  and 
heroines. 

In  private  life  "the  Black  Pearl"  is  Miss 
Pearl  Gallito,  a  dancer  who  is  just  coming 
into  prominence.  At  the  moment  of  her  in- 
troduction she  is  resting;  at  her  home  in  Ari- 
zona, near  the  Salton  Sea.  Rudolf  Hanson, 
a  vaudeville  manager,  thinks  this  a  favorable 
opportunity  to  secure  her  as  a  headliner,  but 
this  ambition  is  momentarily  foiled  by  the  fact 
that  she  is  already  negotiating  with  his  rival, 
Sweeney.  Thus  detained  in  Arizona,  Hanson 
falls  in  love  with  the  dancer,  although  he  al- 
ready has  a  wife  who  is  determined  not  to  be 
divorced  if  she  can  help  it.  Hanson,  who  is 
a  sort  of  debonair  ruffian,  has  no  hesitation 
in  suggesting  an  alternative  to  marriage,  and 
Pearl  is  on  the  point  of  yielding  when  her 
lover  makes  the  fatal  mistake  of  accepting 
her  cunning  suggest-"      ^fthat  she  is  called  the 


Black    Pearl   as   a 
character.     Then   her 


te   indication   of  her 
ove  turns  to   hate,  and 


to  escape  from  attentions  that  have  now  be- 
come a  persecution  she  persuades  her  father 
to  take  her  up  into  the  :  fountains  to  Colina. 
There  she  meets  with  SJcagrave,  gentleman, 
mystic,  and  philanthropist,  who  is  living  in 
seclusion  for  vague  and  insufficient  reasons 
of  his  own,  and  we  see  at  Price  that  there  can 
be  only  one  end  to  her  merest  in  a  character 
who  piques  her  curiosity  b>  remaining  care- 
lessly outside  of  the  cfiarmed  circle  that 
usually   surrounds  the  lovely  dancer. 

But  the  author's  power  is  in  characteriza- 
tion rather  than  in  plot.  Pearl  herself  is  an 
enigma  and  we  wonder  for  a  time  if  she  is 
good  or  bad.  Passion  is  always  pardonable, 
but  Pearl  is  also  sordid  and  not  a  little 
miserly,  although  we  are  allowed  some  indi- 
cations that  her  real  love  for  Seagrave  will 
reform  these  unlovely  features.  There  are 
half  a  dozen  other  characters,  all  with  the 
breath  of  life  and  of  the  kind  to  be  remem- 
bered. There  is  Pearl's  father,  a  sinister 
old  Spaniard  with  a  weakness  for  shielding 
'criminals  from  the  law,  and  her  kindly,  gar- 
rulous old  mother.  There  is  Pearl's  blind 
brother,  Hughie,  an  inspired  musician  and 
with  the  strange  clairvoyance  that  sometimes 
accompanies  blindness.  And  there  is  Bob 
Flick,  whom  Pearl  once  rescued  from  the 
desert  and  who  has-  followed  her  ever  since 
with  a  dog-like  devotion  eager  to  show  its 
strength  by  self-sacrifice.  Nor  must  we  for- 
get that  delightful  brigand  Jose,  who  cooks  so 
divinely,  and  would  plunder  his  dearest 
friend ;  or  our  old  friend  Mrs.  Nitschkan, 
termagant  and  gipsy,  who  salts  a  mine,  shoots 
a  bear,  and  sets  to  work  to  convert  the  camp 
with  an  equal  zest. 

Because  the  story  is  so  fascinating  we  for- 
give small  improbabilities.  We  may  doubt  if 
there  was  ever  a  combination  in  life  of  so 
many  strong  and  unusual  characters,  so  strong 
and  so  unusual  as  almost  to  be  in  competition 
for  the  interest  of  the  reader.  None  the 
less  it  is  a  work  of  art  if  only  because  it 
shows  the  prospective  redemption  of  Pearl 
from  a  public  life  that  her  temperament  could 
not  meet  without  ruin,  and  from  a  greedy  ac- 
quisitiveness of  which  we  get  more  than  one 
ugly  glimpse.  It  is  a  work  of  art  because 
every  character  is  shown  as  composite,  every 
vice  with  some  redeeming  quality  by  its  side, 
and  even  crime  with  the  compensation  of 
geniality,  kindliness,  or  self-denial.  There  is 
no  unredeemed  villain  on  Mrs.  Woodrow's 
stage  any  more  than  there  is  upon  the  stage 
of  life,  and  while  there  is  plenty  of  depravity 
the  depravity  is  never  allowed  to  be  wholly 
unrelieved. 

Thf   Black  Pearl.      By  Mrs.  Wilson  Woodrow. 
»rk:   D.  Appleton  &  Co.;   $1.30  net. 


A  Man's  World. 

The  author  says  in  his  opening  chapter 
that  his  book  is  neither  a  journal,  nor  a 
diary,  nor  memoirs,  nor  recollections,  and 
certainly  not  a  novel.  It  has  neither  begin- 
ning, end,  nor  plot,  so  perhaps  it  would  be 
safe  to  describe  it  as  a  chapter  of  decorated 
autobiography,  since  the  events  that  it  de- 
scribes happen  sometimes  in  real  life  but 
never  in  fiction. 

Those  of  a  conventional  morality  had  better 
leave  this  book  alone.  Its  paradoxes  are  too 
overwhelming  for  the  bourgeois  mind.  It 
contradicts  too  many  of  the  bourgeois  axioms. 
The  hero  is  Arnold  Whitman,  who  is  edu- 
cated in  the  strictest  canons  of  orthodox 
Christianity,  but  who  is  shocked  into  agnos- 
ticism— somewhat  illogically — by  discovering 
that  two  pillars  of  the  church,  a  man  and  a 
married  woman,  are  by  no  means  superior  to 
the  weaknesses  of  the  flesh.  Disowned  by 
his  father,  he  goes  to  New  York,  engages  in 
literary  work,  and  becomes  temporarily  blind. 
Falling  in  love  with  his  nurse  without  seeing 
her  he  proposes  marriage  and  is  told  that 
she  does  not  believe  in  the  ceremonial  union, 
but  that  she  is  willing  to  enter  into  an  irregu- 
lar agreement,  and  thenceforth  Ann  becomes 
the    frmalf*    force   in    Arnold's   life.      Devoting 

New  York 


and  to  the  study  of  criminology,  he  lives  with 
Norman  Benson,  a  wealthy  man  of  philan- 
thropic impulses.  One  night  they  are  ac- 
costed by  a  young  girl  of  the  slums  and  Ben- 
son, yielding  to  the  temptation  of  the  moment, 
takes  her  home  with  him  and  then  persuades 
her  to  live  permanently  in  the  apartment  that 
he  shares  with  Arnold.  But  the  slums  do 
not  surrender  Nino  so  easily.  A  sort  of 
white-slaver  who  owns  her  and  is  determined 
to  recover  his  property  seeks  the  aid  of  the 
ward  boss  and  Norman  is  threatened  with  a 
charge  of  criminal  assault,  since  the  girl  is 
under  seventeen  years  of  age.  To  avoid  this 
charge  he  hastily  marries  her,  civilizes  her, 
reforms  her,  and  discovers  that  she  "has  a 
soul."  Now  whether  such  a  marriage  could 
be  a  happy  one  must  be  left  for  individual 
judgment.  The  author  certainly  persuades  us 
that  it  was  so  in  this  case,  and  he  does  it 
without  any  appeal  to  sentiment  and  without 
departure  from  a  plain  and  precise  narrative 
style  that  characterizes  the  whole  book.  Thus 
we  have  the  picture  of  two  men,  both  irregu- 
larly mated,  one  of  them  with  a  child  prosti- 
tute, and  yet  both  engaged  in  philanthropic 
work  of  an  earnest  and  unselfish  kind.  The 
moralist  may  make  what  he  can  of  such  a 
situation,  but  if  he  be  wise  he  will  hesitate  to 
say  that  it  is  impossible. 

But  there  is  much  more  in  the  book.  It  is 
a  record,  minute  and  detailed,  of  social  rescue 
work  in  New  York,  in  the  Tombs,  and  in 
the  slums.  We  are  shown  the  helplessness  of 
the  pauper  prisoner,  the  tyranny  of  the  po- 
lice, the  corruption  of  the  bosses  and  of  the 
lower  strata  of  officialdom.  In  fact  there  is 
more  of  this  kind  of  material  than  of  the 
other.  The  social  side  is  displayed  more 
prominently  than  the  sentimental,  and  we  feel 
that  it  is  written  not  only  with  intimate 
knowledge,  but  with  a  sort  of  hot  sincerity. 
Whether  "A  Man's  World"  is  autobiograph- 
ical or  fanciful,  it  is  at  least  human,  intensely 
so.  It  belongs  to  the  life  stories  that  are 
rarely  written,  that  perhaps  need  not  be  writ- 
ten at  all,  even  at  a  time  when  all  facts, 
merely  because  they  are  facts,  claim  their 
passport  to  print  and  to  publicity. 

A  Man's  World.  By  Albert  Edwards.  New 
York:  The  Macmillan  Company. 


The  Montessori  System. 
The  educational  world  has  heard  a  good 
deal  of  the  Montessori  system  as  practiced  in 
Italy  and  of  the  astonishing  results  achieved 
under  the  direction  of  its  inventor.  Whether 
American  children  would  be  equally  sus- 
ceptible to  its  influences  was  naturally  an 
open  question.  Differences  in  temperament 
must  be  counted  upon,  while  other  difficulties 
seemed  to  be  threatened  by  the  non-phonetic 
character  of  the  language.  But  now  we  have 
a  little  handbook  by  Dr.  Theodate  L.  Smith 
of  Clark  University,  which  not  only  describes 
the  main  principles  of  the  Montessori  system, 
but  includes  a  report  upon  American  experi- 
ence. It  r?.ay  be  said  that  this  report  is 
favorable,  although  the  note  of  enthusiasm  is 
wisely  excluded.  An  old-fashioned  pedagogy 
will  still  look  distrustfully  upon  any  system 
of  education  that  avoids  discipline  in  its 
usually  accepted  means  or  that  allows  the 
child  to  follow  only  its  own  inclinations,  but 
the  proof  of  the  pudding  is  in  the  eating, 
and  if  the  new  system  succeeds  in  the  best 
sense  of  the  word  it  will  not  be  hampered,  in 
America  at  least,  by  traditions  or  prejudices. 

The  Montessori  System.  By  Dr.  Theodate  L. 
Smith.  New  York:  Harper  &  Brothers;  60  cents 
net. 


The  Prelude  to  Adventure. 

When  Mr.  Hugh  Walpole  wrote  "The  Gods 
and  Mr.  Perrin"  he  showed  that  he  had  a 
certain  power  of  romantic  mysticism  that 
served  him  well  in  the  design  of  a  story. 
Now  he  gives  us  "The  Prelude  to  Adventure," 
in  which  he  follows  the  same  vein  and  elabo- 
rates the  idea  of  a  certain  inexorable  divine 
nemesis  following  the  commission  of  a  crime 
and  exacting  the  expiation  of  human  service 
and  not  of  human  vengeance.  It  is  "Eugene 
Aram"   rationalized. 

Olva  Dune,  a  university  student,  is  so  en- 
raged by  a  cynical  boast  of  depravity  on  the 
part  of  a  companion  named  Carfax  that  he 
strikes  him  and  kills  him.  The  act  can  not 
be  called  murder,  seeing  that  there  was  no 
element  of  intention.  Nor  does  Dune  feel 
remorse  for  the  killing  of  a  human  monster 
who  was  even  then  plotting  the  worst  of  all 
crimes  against  a  woman.  But  as  Dune  looks 
upon  the  body  of  his  victim  he  feels  an  over- 
whelming sense  of  the  presence  of  a  divinity 
that  will  eventually  compel  him  to  make 
restitution  to  the  collective  humanity  that  he 
has  wronged.  The  author  avoids  the  crudity 
of  forcing  Dune  into  confession  and  a  police 
cell.  Divine  justice  demands  compensation 
and  equilibrium,  not  revenge  or  self-immola- 
tion, and  this  is  slowly  brought  home  to 
Dune  as  he  feels  himself  gradually  enmeshed 
in  the  impalpable  net  of  circumstances  that 
now  seem  to  be  animated  by  a  mysterious  and 
coercive  intention.  His  secret  is  absolutely 
his  own,  but  he  himself  can  not  keep  it. 
There  is  no  corner  of  his  being  in  which  he 
can  bury  it  so  deeply  that  he  can  dare  even 
to  sleep,  no  casual  expression  on  the  face  of 
a  friend  that  is  not  an  accusation.  At  last 
Dune  is  compelled  to  leave  the  girl  he  loves. 
He  confesses  everything  to  her  and  tells  her 
that  "there   is   no   explanation   except   that   by 


what  I  did  in  Sannet  Wood  that  afternoon 
I  put  myself  out  of  touch  with  human  society 
until  I  had  done  something  for  human  so- 
ciety. God  has  been  telling  me  for  many 
days  that  I  owe  a  debt." 

The  author  has  given  us  a  remarkable  study 
of  conscience,  and  of  that  intelligent  variety 
of  conscience  that  impels  us  to  compensate 
a  society  that  has  been  collectively  rather 
than  individually  injured  by  wrong-doing. 
The  title   of  the  story  suggests   a  sequel. 

The  Prelude  to  Adventure.  By  Hugh  Wal- 
pole.     New   York:   The   Century  Company. 


Chronicles  of  Avonlea. 
Avonlea  is  evidently  full  of  interesting 
people,  or  perhaps  it  is  Miss  Montgomery's 
romantic  clairvoyance  that  is  able  to  see  the 
interest  in  characters  usually  supposed  to  be 
past  the  age  of  ordinary  sentiment.  Actually, 
of  course,  no  one  is  past  that  age,  and  so  we 
may  suspect  the  author  of  intention  when 
she  selects  so  many  characters  from  among 
those  who  have  missed  the  romantic  oppor- 
tunities of  youth  only  to  find  that  they  are 
still  within  call  in  later  life.  Anne  of  Green 
Gables,  whom  we  learned  to  love  long  ago  and 
who  is  still  enthroned,  makes  occasional  ap- 
pearance in  these  pages  and  she  is  always  wel- 
come, but  for  the  most  part  Miss  Mont- 
gomery deals  with  middle-aged  people,  and 
she  does  it  with  such  perfection  of  style, 
with  such  a  dainty  finish,  as  almost  to  sug- 
gest an  occasional  departure  from  the  prob- 
abilities. 

Chronicles  of  Avonlea.      By   L.    M.    Montgom- 
ery.    Boston:  L.  C.  Page  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


Ensign  Russell. 
Mr.  David  Gray's  little  volume  contains  six 
chapters,  each  an  account  of  some  adventure 
that  befell  Ensign  Russell  among  Filipino 
natives  and  also  among  the  forces  of  his  own 
nature.  The  author  avoids  the  usual  style  of 
daredevil  narrative  and  seems  more  intent 
upon  presenting  his  hero  as  a  human  being 
than  in  the  telling  of  mere  incidents,  how- 
ever stirring  they  may  be.  And  Ensign  Rus- 
sell is  worth  knowing  and  his  behavior  worthy 
of  all  the  imitation  that  young  men  of  today 
can  be  persuaded  to  give  it. 

Ensign   Russell.      By  David   Gray.     New  York: 
The   Century   Company;   $1   net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
"Nobody's    Rose,"    by    Adele    E.    Thompson 
(Lothrop,  Lee  &   Shepard  Company;   $1   net), 
is  a  good  story  for  girls  and  one  with  a  satis- 
factory and  well-concealed  moral. 

The  American  Book  Company  has  pub- 
lished a  "Plane  and  Solid  Geometry,"  by  C. 
A.  Hart  and  Daniel  D.  Feldman  ($1.25). 
This  work  of  496  pages,  rich  in  diagrams,  il- 
lustrations, summaries,  and  formulas  appears 
to  be  well  adapted  to  secondary  schools. 

"Life's  Response  to  Consciousness,"  by 
Miriam  I.  Wylie  (Desmond  FitzGerald, 
Inc.;  $1  net),  is  described  as  an  attempt  at 
a  reasonable  explanation  of  some  of  the  prob- 
lems of  life,  of  mind,  and  of  "what  is  called 
matter."  The  author  seems  to  be  well  versed 
in  modern  science  and  also  in  Oriental  philos- 
ophy, but  it  is  not  easy  to  understand  why 
she  discriminates  between  life  and  conscious- 
ness. 

Longmans,  Green  &  Co.  have  published 
"An  Anthology  of  English  Prose,  1332  to 
1740,"  by  Annie  Barnett  and  Lucy  Dale.  An- 
drew Lang  contributes  a  preface  in  which  he 
says  "it  occurs  to  one  that  a  reader  who 
wishes  to  take  a  rapid  view  of  the  develop- 
ment of  our  language  and  literature  might 
begin  at  the  end,  with   what  is  most  familiar 


with  R.  L.  Stevenson  .  .  .  and  so  work  back 
through  Newman  and  Carlyle  to  Scott  and 
Miss  Austin  and  Gibbon  into  Johnson  and 
Fielding  and  Richardson,  passing  from  the 
more  to  the  less  familiar." 

In  his  preface  to  "The  Business  of  Mining" 
(J.  B.  Lippincott  Company)  Mr.  Arthur  J. 
Hoskin,  M.  E.,  asserts  that  mining  may  be 
followed  as  a  business  with  just  as  much 
assurance  of  success  as  attaches  to  any  ene  of 
the  many  lines  of  industri?.l  activity.  Its  sup- 
posedly hazardous  nature  is  due  to  ignorance 
and  to  dishonesty,  and  so  he  sets  forth  this 
"brief,  non-technical  exposition  of  the  prin- 
ciples involved  in  the  profitable  operation  of 
mines"  with  sixteen  full-page  illustrations  and 
one  chart. 


ft 

A  Romance  of 
Billy- Goat  Hill 

The  new  book  by  Alice  Hegan 
Rice,  author  of  "  Mrs.  Wiggs  of 
the  Cabbage  Patch" —  and  a 
great  book,  her  best. 

There  are  some  very  quaint  but  very 
human  folk  in  the  book.  There  is  a 
wealth  of  sunshiny  humor.  There  are 
exquisite  touches  of    delicate  pathos. 

An  irresistible  combination  of 
Cabbage  Patch  philosophy  and 
high  romance. 

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September  28,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Davidee  Birot. 

Here  we  have  Rene  Bazin  in  his  familiar 
guise  of  a  crusader  against  the  materialism 
of  the  day  and  against  national  legislation 
that  began  with  the  overthrow  of  organized 
religion  and  is  likely  enough  to  end  with  the 
destruction  of  morality  itself.  Bazin  shows 
us  first  the  effect  upon  the  children  and  then 
upon  their  parents.  We  see  boys  and  girls 
laughing  at  a  funeral,  and  then  we  are  shown 
the  misery  of  a  young  girl  dying  of  disease 
and  with  the  knowledge  that  her  mother  is 
intimate  with  a  young  workman  named 
Jackart.  Davidee,  the  schoolmistress,  awakens 
Jackart's  pity  for  the  dying  girl  and  so  per- 
suades him  to  break  the  illicit  connection,  but 
not  until  Jackart  has  fallen  in  love  with 
Davidee  herself  and  so  added  another  coil 
to  the  tang'ed  web  of  moral  obliquities. 

Bazin  has  done  nothing  better  than  this. 
He  stands  alone  among  the  artists  of  today 
as  one  whose  high  creative  power  has  been 
dedicated  and  consecrated,  not  to  a  political 
party  or  a  "movement."  but  to  virtue  itself. 
It  is  not  a  church  that  he  champions,  but  the 
ideal  behind  a  church,  an  ideal  that  must  find 
some  sort  of  organized  expression.  The  is- 
sues of  party  warfare  in  France  seem  to  be- 
come insignificant  in  comparison  with  the 
gjreater  issues  of  right  and  wrong,  and  if  this 
is  due  to  some  mesmeric  quality  of  Bazin's 
genius  it  is  no  less  a  guaranty  to  the  reality 
of  that  genius. 

Davidee  Hirot.  By  Rene  Bazin.  New  York: 
Charles  Scribner's  Sons;    $1.25    net. 


The  Control  of  Trusts. 
This  is  a  rewritten  and  enlarged  edition 
of  the  work  of  Mr.  John  Bates  Clark  and 
Mr.  John  Maurice  Clark  that  obtained  so 
much  deserved  commendation  on  its  first  ap- 
pearance. The  authors  advocate  a  system 
that  shall  prevent  on  the  one  hand  a  combi- 
nation so  large  as  to  become  monopolistic, 
and  on  the  other  hand  a  competition  that 
shall  be  ruinous,  and  this  is  to  be  effected  by 
a  course  that  shall  compel  competition  while 
restraining  it  within  certain  legitimate  limits. 
Assuming  that  transportation  favoritism  is 
prevented  by  legislation  and  by  the  preserva- 
tion of  competition  on  water  routes  it  will  be 
necessary  to  create  an  administrative  commis- 
sion with  large  powers  of  interpretation  and 
the  general  duty  of  enforcing  existing  laws. 
A  second  step  will  be  the  abolition  of  hold- 
ing companies  and  a  limitation  of  the  rights 
of  individuals  to  vote  stock  in  competing 
companies,  as  well  as  prohibiting  the  choice 
of  directors  who  have  interests  in  other  and 
presumably  competing  enterprises.  In  other 
words,  there  must  be  no  cementing  of  pieces 
of  trusts  supposedly  dissolved  by  the  Sher- 
man act.  Predatory  competition,  on  the 
other  hand,  would  be  prevented  by  a  law  pro- 
viding for  the  selling  of  goods  at  one  price 
F.  O.  B.  at  the  factory,  thus  eliminating 
local  price  cutting,  such  factory  prices  to  be 
published.  Federal  charters  would  be  issued 
to  corporations  of  large  size  wishing  to  do 
interstate  business  and  these  licenses  would 
be  used  as  a  check  upon  monopolistic  power. 
Among  other  suggestions  is  one  for  the  ra- 
tionalizing of  the  patent  laws  so  that  they 
"  shall  not  be  used  either  for  the  keeping  of 
inventions  out  of  use  or  for  the  purpose  of 
restraining  trade. 

The  Control  <.f  Trusts.  By  John  Bates  Clark 
and  John  Maurice  Clark.  New  York:  The  Mac- 
millan  Company;   $1    net. 


The  Manin  Lonely  Land. 
Kate  Langley  Bosher,  author  of  "Mary' 
Cary,"  gives  us  another  dainty  little  story  in 
which  she  describes  how  Winthrop  Laine  was 
tempted  out  of  his  lonely  misanthropy  by 
the  charms  of  Miss  Claudia  Keith,  who  was 
so  unlike  his  conceptions  of  women  in  gen- 
eral. The  sentiment  is  of  the  old-fashioned, 
wholesome  kind  of  which  we  can  never  have 
too  much. 

Tiie  Man  in  Lonelv  Laxo.  By  Kate  Langley 
Bosher.      New   York:    Harper   &    Brothers;   $1    net. 

Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Louise  Closser  Ha!e  is  one  of  the  literary 
women  who  can  do  other  things  well.  While 
her  publishers,  Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.,  are  dis 
tributing  widely  her  latest  novel,  "Her  Soul 
and  Body,"  Mrs.  Hale  herself  is  playing  a 
prominent  part  in  "Honest  Jim  Blunt.''  a 
new   melodrama,  just  produced  in  New   York. 

ral  Homer  Lea,  who  is  certainly  an 
author,  whether  he  is  a  soldier  or  not,  is  re- 
covering his  health  and  is  planning  to  return 
to  China. 

London  reports  affirm  increasing  sales  of 
"Marriage/1  the  lat«  H.  G.  Wells. 

Criticisms  of  the  book  assert  that  the  author 
docs  not  express  such  radical  views  on  the 
marriage  question  as  in   his  earlier  v .-■ 

Who  can  credit  a  recent  statement  in  a 
London  paper  that  Swinburne  is  read  more 
than  Burns  or  Scott  in  Aberdeen,  Scotland? 

"A    Histi  ry    of    the    Literature    of    Ancient 

Israel  from  Earliest  Times  to  135  B.  C.,"  by 

Professor    Fowler    of    the    faculty    of    Brown 

University     just   published   by   the   Macmillan 

v.    is  the   first   work   in    F.nglish   to   set 

.ironological    order   the    history    of 


the  Old  Testament  and  earliest  apochryphal 
writings,  presenting  the  orderly  development 
of  Israel's  thought  and  its  changing  forms  of 
expression  from  the  oldest  fragments  of  folk- 
song to  the  completion  of  the  latest  Old  Tes- 
tament books. 

Still  another  literary-sociological  or  socio- 
logical-literary weekly  is  to  be  started  in 
London.  The  publishers  of  the  new  period- 
ical are  J.  M.  Dent  &  Co.,  and  the  first  issue 
is  announced  for  October  18.  It  is  said  that 
the  contributors  will  include  H.  G.  Wells,  G. 
K.  Chesterton,  Professor  Saintsbury,  the 
Abbe  Houtin,  and  other  European  notables, 
and  that  writers  of  all  countries,  parties,  and 
creeds  may  find  a  place  in  the  pages  of  the 
paper. 

"William  Butler  Yeats  is  by  far  the  biggest 
poetic  personality  living  among  us  at  present. 
He  is  great  both  as  a  lyric  and  dramatic  poet." 
This  is  the  opinion  of  John  Masefield  as  ex- 
pressed in  a  published  interview. 

M.  W.  Loraine,  author  of  "The  Lucky 
Chance,"  which  Small,  Maynard  &  Co.  have 
just  brought  out,  lives  in  Arizona  and  is 
probably  the  first  Arizona  author  to  be  "pub- 
lished" since  the  one-time  Sagebrush  Terri- 
tory became  a  sovereign  state. 

W.  J.  Henderson,  the  widely  known  musical 
critic,  has  named  his  latest  book,  "The  Soul 
of  a  Tenor."  This  proves  that  the  novel, 
for  it  is  a  novel,  is  highly  imaginative.  Henry 
Holt  &  Co.  will  publish  the  story  next  week. 

Summer  visitors  to  the  New  England  coast 
will  find  most  of  the  historic  landmarks  and 
literary  shrines  picturesquely  described  by  F. 
Lauriston  Bullard,  and  artistically  illustrated 
in  tint  by  Louis  H.  Ruyl,  in  a  new  book,  "His- 
toric Summer  Haunts  from  Newport  to  Port- 
land," which  Little.  Brown  &  Co.  will  pub- 
lish  for  the  holidays. 

Naturally  enough,  the  following  extract 
from  the  letters  of  Meredith,  now  being  pub- 
lished in  Scribner's  Magazine,  is  singled  out 
for  re-reading  and  occasional  comment.  It 
contradicts  an  opinion  which  is  common, 
whether  well   or  ill-founded : 

Some  one — is  it  you? — accuses  me  of  cynicism. 
Against  that  I  do  protest.  None  of  my  writings 
can  be  said  to  show  a  want  of  faith  in  humanit> 
or  of  sympathy  with  the  weaker,  or  that  I  do  not 
read  the  right  meaning  of  strength.  And  it  is 
not  only  women  of  the  flesh,  but  also  women  in 
the  soul  whom  I  esteem,  believe  in,  and  would  aid 
to  development.  There  has  been  a  confounding  of 
the  tone  of  irony  (or  satire  in  despair)  with  cyni- 
cism. I  must  have  overcharged  the  dose  to  have 
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GRAND  OPERA  ONCE  MORE. 


San  Francisco  has  a  more  familiar  and 
long-continued  acquaintance  with  grand  opera 
than  any  other  city  in  the  United  States,  ex- 
cepting only  New  Orleans,  and  it  is  probable 
that  there  are  more  Jflyff^  f  opera  here 
than  in  any  o**  .^-.m  rurhan  j  where  it  is, 
as  here  „^--oting  an  alternati\  ot  a  national 
iJearl   is   on    the   point   o  follows,     of 

lover    makes    the    f atr> '  .nusical    critics 

her  cunning  suggest*"        .tlation,   than    else- 
Black    Pear]    as    a    -  £ 
character.     Then  her  -.jiat    he    likes    in 
to   escape   from  attention-  '  J.»u  should  like 
come  a  persecution   she   p      *Vitics   will   be 
to   take  her  up  into  the  :    .jnth.      But    the 
There    she    meets    with    £  -p-  out   of   every 
mystic,    and    philanthropist,      ~in   to   hear 
seclusion    for    vague    and    ii.    -  ,rand  Opera 
of  his  own,  and  we  see  at  t*h  the  con- 
be  only  one  end  to  her  in;      ^ill   be   better 
who   piques   her   curiosity       'with    another, 
lessly    outside    of    the    c         r :-,(  recognize 
usuaKy  HJjronnd:    _    mei            or    deep    or 
plaintive    harmonies,   that   have   thrilled   them 
in    earlier    hearings    and    have    passed    before 
they    had   been    definitely   placed    in    memory ; 
they   will    note,    newly   and    with    the    keenest 
delight,  a  passionate  phrase   from   the  violins 
or  the   flutes,   some  vibrant   chords   and   tink- 
ling runs  from  *H<»  h —       -  r    -  dftfen  piercing 
clang  from  th<_    ._  -   _  .                   >mes   as   a   cli- 
max at  the  end  of  a  sustained  concerted  num- 
ber ;   but  they   will  not  know  whether  it  was 
a    silver         igh    D    or    E    flat    that    tipped   the 
^soprano's   voice   in   this   or   that 
Po    every    one    according    to    his 
ru.oi'           Exposition      Commissioner     John 
i  so    impressively    echoed    for 
years".  "" 

■  It  would  be  edifying  to  hear,^,jjfrank  con- 
fession from  one  who  is  now  rt  !y  fond  of 
grand  opera,  and  who  gained  r"  ^knowledge 
of  it  and  liking  for  it  in  an  "  .'pera  house, 
just  how  it  began  to  win  his  respect  and  re- 
gard. Whether  it  was  some  magnificent  pro- 
duction that  included  one  oi1  more  of  the 
greatest  singers,  or  a  more  modest  presenta- 
tion, where  there  was  equal  sincerity  and  en- 
thusiasm but  less  of  the  speiu^iSlar  and  the 
famous,  that  first  opened  the  door  to  a  new 
realm  of  enjoyment-  One  whr>se  memory 
holds  vivid  impressions  -of  a  notable  Maple- 
son  season  in  New  York  thirty-five  years  ago, 
and  of  many  succeeding  seaso^  in  the  me- 
tropolis and  in  Philadelphia,  said  a  few  days 
ago  that  his  first  really  rapturous  experience 
at  the  opera  was  in  San  Francisco,  when  he 
heard  "Aida"  given  by  a  company  that  did 
not  contain  a  singer  whose  nam...  was  known 
to  him.  Since  that  time  he  has  been  a  con- 
firmed opera-goer,  and  »i  can  not  express  all 
hi«  wonder  that  for  so  long  he  ^d  failed  to 
ap^ieciate  what  is  now  one  ofvhis  greatest 
pleasures. 

At  this  writing  the  new  Lambardi  company 
has  been  heard  in  but  two  operas,  "La  Bo- 
heme" and  "Lucia."  Many  others  are  to  be 
produced,  three  or  more  novelties  among 
them,  and  some  of  the  membeis  of  the  com- 
pany who  have  not  yet  been  presented  will 
be  given  good  opportunities.  It  is  not  too 
early  to  say,  however,  that  the  company  has 
made  good.  Several  of  the  singers  have  won 
the  praise  that  is  discriminating,  but  above 
all  Conductor  Bavagnoli  has  carried  his  au- 
diences with  his  art  and  jgpwer.  He  is  a 
great  conductor;  he  inspiA-fcand  controls  a 
large  and  quickly  assemble^jprchestra  with 
such  force  and  discretion  that  many  of  his 
hearers  are  inclined  to  believe  that  he  is  a 
veritable  wizard  of  the  baton. 

Let  '•_  not  be  said,  for  dread  of  that  much 
misquoted  adage,  that  San  Francisco  has 
never  beard  or  seen  such  a  Rudolph,  or  Mimi, 
or  Mar-.l,  or  Musetta,  or  Lucia,  or  Edgar, 
as  th  I  .imbardi  company  offers.  It  has  seen 
many.  But  it  may  see  and  hear  now  those 
who  are  much  more  than  satisfactory  in  these 
characterizations.  Armanini  and  Giorgi  are 
tenors  of  individual  charm,  and  Agostini,  who 
returned  to  scenes  of  earlier  acquaintance  in 
his  appearance  at  the  matinee  production  of 
"La  Boheme,"  proved  his  right  to  association 
with  them.  Matini  was  the  first  of  the  so- 
pranos heard,  and  on  the  opening  night,  as 
Mimi.  she  established  herself  as  a  favorite. 
She  is  a  mature  and  we'.I-rounded  Mimi,  with 
archly  expressive  dark  eyes,  and  in  voice  and 
acting  ability  gives  evidence  of  natural  gifts 
and  competent  training.  Rita  d'Oria  is  a  vi- 
vacious and  pleasing  Musetta.  Pereira  ap- 
peared as  the  distraught  heroine  of  "Lucia" 
on  Tuesday  evening,  and,  in  fine  keeping  with 
tli's    florid    romance, 


stirred  her  hearers  to  wild  enthusiasm.  Sig- 
nora  Pereira's  voice  is  notably  beautiful  in 
the  lower  and  middle  registers,  which  may 
rarely  be  said  with  truth  of  coloratura  singers, 
and  the  clearness  and  brilliancy  of  every  note 
in  her  most  rapid  and  highest  flights  are  re- 
markable. Nicoletti  and  Martino,  baritone 
and  basso,  are  artists  with  a  power  and 
suavity  of  expression  that  entitle  them  to 
high  rank.  Indeed,  there  are  no  evident 
weaknesses  or  shaded  disappointments  among 
the  principals.  It  is  a  worthy  organization, 
much  above  general  capability,  and  all  that  it 
attempts  to  do  will  deserve  and  obtain  ad- 
miring consideration.  In  "La  Boheme"  a  well 
remembered  figure  of  old  Tivoli  days,  Joseph 
Fogarty,  appeared  with  ease  and  authority  as 
the  landlord,  and  awakened  pleasing  recollec- 
tions. The  chorus  shows  few  familiar  faces, 
but  is  large  and  vocally  competent. 

Wisely,  and  with  courage  too,  the  manage- 
ment postponed  the  production  of  "Conchita," 
which  had  been  announced  for  Monday  night. 
More  thorough  rehearsing  was  deemed  neces- 
sary. The  opera  will  be  given  this  Saturday 
night,  for  the  first  time  in  America,  When 
it  was  produced  in  Covent  Garden,  London, 
last  July  the  Argonaut  correspondent,  Mr. 
Henry  C.  Shelley,  described  the  event  and 
told  the  story  of  the  opera  in  a  letter  which 
was  published  in  the  issue  of  July  27.  Tar- 
quinia  Tarquini,  the  prima  donna  who  ap- 
peared in  the  title-role  on  that  occasion  is 
now  with  the  Lambardi  company,  and  is  con- 
fidently expected  to  repeat  her  earlier  tri- 
umphs here. 

That  is  a  big  word — triumph — but  if  the 
opera  lovers  of  San  Francisco  prove  their  de- 
votion there  will  be  legitimate  use  for  the 
term  in  describing  the  result  of  the  Lambardi 
engagement.  George  L.  Shoals. 


Greenbaum's  October  Musical  Attractions. 

Manager  Will  L.  Greenbaum  has  about 
completed  his  bookings  for  the  coming  sea- 
son and  they  are  so  numerous  and  so  at- 
tractive that  he  contents  himself  with  an- 
nouncing the  events  for  the  opening  month 
only.  In  order  to  make  the  opening  concerts 
most  notable  and  exceptional  ones,  he  has 
assumed  the  enormous  risk  and  expense  of 
two  combination  concerts  by  two  great  stars 
who  in  the  East  each  give  their  own  con- 
certs. These  are  Riccardo  Martin,  one  of 
the  leading  tenors  of  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House  and  Covent  Garden,  and  Rudolph  Ganz, 
the  Swiss  piano  virtuoso  and  composer.  Mr. 
Ganz  of  course  appears  only  as  a  piano  so- 
loist, Mr.  Martin's  accompanist  being  Miss 
Lima  O'Brien. 

The  dates  of  these  two  exceptional  events 
are  Sunday  afternoons,  October  13  and  20, 
at  Scottish  Rite  Hall.  The  only  evening  ap- 
pearance of  these  stars  will  be  for  the  St. 
Francis  Musical  Art  Society  on  Tuesday 
night,  October  15. 

Riccardo  Martin  has  been  engaged  to  open 
the  season  of  the  new  Peninsula  Musical  As- 
sociation at  Stanford  University  in  a  recital 
on   Thursday  night,   October    17. 

An  attraction  that  will  please  the  masses 
as  fell  as  the  music  lovers  will  be  the  United 
States  Marine  Band  of  Washington,  D.  C, 
the  oldest  and  largest  musical  organization  in 
the  country,  having  been  established  by  Presi- 
dent John  Quincy  Adams  over  one  hundred 
years  ago,  and  stationed  at  the  White  House 
as  the  official  band  ever  since.  In  Washing- 
ton it  is  called  "the  President's  Own"  and 
such  famous  musicians  as  Johann  Schneider, 
Signor  Fanciulli,  and  John  Philip  Sousa  have 
been  numbered  among  its  directors.  For  the 
past  fifteen  years  Lieutenant  Win.  Santel- 
mann  has  been  the  conductor,  and  an  act  of 
Congress  provides  for  an  annual  fund  for  this 
organization,  which  enables  it  to  secure  the 
finest  kind  of  players.  At  all  receptions, 
balls,  concerts,  etc.,  at  the  White  House,  the 
Marine    Band   officiates. 

The  Musical  and  Dramatic  Committee  of 
the  University  of  California  has  invited  the 
Marine  Band  to  give  concerts  on  Saturday 
afternoon  and  night,  October  19,  at  the  Greek 
Theatre,  and  on  Sunday  and  Monday  after- 
noons and  nights  concerts  will  be  given  in 
San  Francisco  at  popular  prices. 

This  is  the  first  time  in  twenty-one  years 
that  the  Marine  Band  has  been  given  a  fur- 
lough of  over  ten  days. 

Last,  but  by  no  means  least,  will  be  just 
one  single  concert,  at  the  Columbia  Theatre 
on  Sunday  afternoon,  October  27,  by  San 
Francisco's  favorite  Wagnerian  and  dra- 
matic soprano,  Mme.  Johanna  Gadski.  It 
has  always  taken  three  and  four  concerts  by 
the  artist  to  supply  the  demand  for  tickets, 
but  unfortunately  for  us  her  duties  at  the 
Metropolitan  Opera  House  prevent  a  longer 
visit,  so  it  behooves  those  who  do  not  want 
to  be  disappointed  to  secure  their  seats  by 
mail  as  soon  as  possible,  for  Gadski  in  one 
concert  only  at  the  Columbia  means  crowds 
of  concert-goers. 

The  favorite  artist  will  also  sing  once  in 
Oakland,  the  date  being  Thursday  afternoon, 
October  24,  at  Ye  Liberty  Playhouse,  and  the 
patrons  and  members  of  the  St.  Francis  Mu- 
sical Art  Society  will  hear  her  on  Tuesday 
night,  October  22. 

For  November,  Greenbaum  promises  Yo- 
lande  Mero,  a  brilliant  young  Hungarian 
pianiste,  and  "our  own"  Alice  Nielsen,  as- 
sisted by  seven  members  of  the  Boston  Opera 


Company,  in  a  version  of  "The  Barber  of 
Seville"  and  a  complete  production  of  Wolf- 
Ferarri's   opera  "The   Secret  of   Suzanne." 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"The  Round-Up"  for  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

Klaw  &  Erlanger  present  Maclyn  Arbuckle 
in  "The  Round-Up,"  which  is  conceded  to  be 
the  largest  production  of  its  kind  on  the 
stage,  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  for  two 
weeks,  beginning  next  Monday  evening.  The 
locale  of  the  scenes  of  "The  Round-Up"  are 
in  Southwestern  Arizona.  This  gives  oppor- 
tunity for  a  marvelous  scenic  production  of 
mountains,  canons,  plains,  scenes  of  the 
desert,  and  the  lava  beds  of  New  Mexico — 
a  district  scorched  by  the  sun  and  rainless. 
Into  this  variety  of  charming  and  awe-inspir- 
ing scenes  is  projected  a  story  of  the  fron- 
tier. The  play  tells  of  the  bride  who  dis- 
covers her  husband  has  won  her  by  a  trick. 
The  unsuccessful  suitor  voluntarily  wanders 
into  the  desert  to  die.  He  is  followed  by  the 
young  husband,  who  at  the  command  of  his 
wife,  would  rescue  the  wanderer.  This  inci- 
dent gives  opportunity  for  remarkable  canon 
and  cliff  scenes,  in  which  are  shown  the  vivid 
landscape  hues  and  atmospheric  effect  of  that 
picturesque  country.  Over  the  face  of  the 
cliff  comes  a  troupe  of  Apaches  mounted  on 
horseback,  picking  their  way  along  the  trail 
of  the  white  men,  who  become  allies  against 
the  common  foe. 

This  scene  is  one  of  the  largest  ever  en- 
acted in  a  theatre.  Another  remarkable 
scene   is  the   round-up   of  the  bucking  ponies. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

Alexander  Heinemann,  the  famous  German 
court  lieder  singer,  has  been  secured  by  the 
Orpheum  for  next  week  only.  This  great 
artist  had  his  ticket  purchased  for  Europe 
and  was  on  the  eve  of  departure  when  the 
Orpheum  management  persuaded  him  to  de- 
lay in  order  that  he  might  play  his  first  and 
in  all  probability  his  last  engagement  in 
vaudeville,  for  Herr  Heinemann's  concert  en- 
gagements in  the  old  world  extend  over  sev- 
eral years.  For  a  decade  and  a  half  he  has 
been'  the  idol  of  the  chief  capitals  of  Europe, 
and  has  been  decorated  by  the  Emperor  of 
Germany,  the  King  of  Spain,  and  other  Eu- 
ropean monarchs.  Herr  Heinemann  will  sing 
Handel's  "Largo,"  "Hans  und  Liesed,"  Teu- 
felslied,"  and  "The  Two  Grenadiers."  Miss 
Fay  Foster  will  accompany  him  at  the  piano. 

To  the  vast  host  of  Dickens's  admirers, 
which  includes,  it  may  be  safely  said,  the 
great  majority  of  the  Orpheum  patrons,  the 
appearance  of  the  famous  Irish  actor,  Owen 
McGiveney,  will  be  of  great  interest.  He 
will  present  his  great  protean  success,  "Bill 
Sikes,"  in  which  he  will  impersonate  besides 
the  name-part,  Monks,  Fagin,  "the  Artful 
Dodger,"  and  Nancy  Sikes.  All  these  char- 
acters appear  naturally  and  the  marvelous 
manner  in  which  Mr.  McGiveney  hides  his 
own  individuality  by  skillful  and  almost  in- 
stantaneous changes  of  make-up,  make  it  dif- 
ficult to  believe  that  one  man  is  portraying 
the  five  roles. 

Claud  and  Fannie  Usher  will  return  for 
next  week  only,  after  quite  a  lengthy  ab- 
sence, with  their  famous  skit  "Fagan's  De- 
cision." The  little  play  is  a  comedy  gem 
with  a  touch  of  pathos  deftly  interjected. 

Williams  and  Warner,  two  ingenious 
Frenchmen  who  have  invented  a  number  of 
musical  instruments  and  funny  stunts,  will 
show  their  skill.  They  introduce  an  instru- 
ment which  they  name  the  Clacaphone,  which 
is  described  as  an  organ  with  a  human-  voice. 

La  Maze  Trio,  eccentric  acrobatic  come- 
dians, will  also  be  included  in  the  new  bill. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Annie  Kent, 
"the  Little  Jester,"  and  E.  Frederick  Hawley 
and  company  in  "The  Bandit."  It  will  also 
conclude  the  engagement  of  Nat  Wills,  "the 
Happy  Tramp,"  who  will  sing  by  special  re- 
quest his  famous  parody  on  "Alexander's 
Ragtime  Band."         

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

The  Pantages  Theatre  is  doing  a  banner 
business,  the  current  programme  being  full  of 
good  things,  including  Taylor  Granville's  tab- 
loid melodrama,  "The  Star  Bout" ;  "The 
Finish,"  a  one-act  farce,  by  Florence  Lor- 
raine, Edgar  Dudley,  and  their  company  ;  the 
Capital  City  Four,  comedhjjrS'  and  singers ; 
the  Lillian  Sisters,  instrumentalists  and  vo- 
calists ;  Provol,  a  whistling  genius ;  the 
Apollo  Trio,  gymnasts,  and  other  good  fea- 
tures. 

For  the  week  commencing  Sunday  after- 
noon another  strong  array  of  attractions  has 
been  secured,  headed  by  "An  Evening  in 
Hawaii,"  an  elaborate  scenic  production  par- 
ticipated in  by  ten  vocalists,  instrumentalists, 
and  dancers.  These  talented  natives  are  said 
to  give  an  entertainment  pleasing  in  every 
particular.  Lloyd  Childs,  who  presents  the 
act,  will  also  show  several  reels  of  motion 
pictures  depicting  life  in  the  Islands.  The 
character  comedian,  Ned  Burton,  supported 
by  Norbert  Myles  and  Marion  Ford,  will  pre- 
sent his  tabloid  musical  comedy,  "The  Com- 
mercial Man,"  and  the  Orpheus  Comedy  Four 
will  return  with  a  brand  new  assortment  of 
songs  and  comedy.  There  are  few  better 
comedy  quartets  on  the  vaudeville  stage  than 
the    Orpheus   Four.      Five   agile   damsels   are 


the  "Juggling  Jewels,"  who  toss  around  In- 
dian clubs  in  a  marvelous  manner,  and  they 
are  as  pretty  as  they  are  dextrous.  The 
Black  Brothers,  masters  of  the  banjo,  will 
play  and  dance.  Fagg  and  Dixon,  one  of 
whom  appears  in  black  face,  will  present  a 
specialty  which  they  entitle  "Africanology," 
full  of  original  quips  and  parodies.  Gladys 
and  Louis  La  Vere.  gymnasts,  will  introduce 
feats  of  their  own  invention.  Sunlight  Pic- 
tures, showing  current  happenings  of  the  day 
all  over  the  globe,  will  complete  the  pro- 
gramme.   

The  final  performance  of  Augustin  Mc- 
Hugh's  melodramatic  farce,  "Officer  666," 
will  be  given  on  Sunday  night  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre.  The  San  Francisco  engage- 
ment gives  indication  of  being  the  most  profit- 
able this  play  has  enjoyed  since  first  pro- 
duced in  New  York  by  Cohan  &  Harris  last 
year.  The  gross  receipts  at  the  Columbia  to 
date  have  been  equally  as  large  as  they  were 
for  the  same  number  of  performances  during 
either  the  New  York  or  Chicago  runs,  both 
of  which  were  the  longest  played  by  any 
theatrical   attraction   at   the   time. 


George  Leon  Moore,  well  remembered  here 
for  his  pleasing  voice  and  sincere  dramatic 
work  with  the  old  Princess  Theatre  comic 
opera  company,  and  who  has  returned  once 
or  twice  with  traveling  attractions,  has  the 
name-part  in  '(The  Count  of  Luxembourg," 
produced  by  Klaw  &  Erlanger  last  week  at 
the  New  Amsterdam  Theatre  in  New  York. 
The  imported  Lehar  opera  promises  to  be  a 
lasting  success. 

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All  of  last  season  Frederick  W.  Warde 
played  the  part  of  Nobody  in  one  of  Henry 
W.  Savage's  productions  of  "Every woman." 
Last  week  Ernest  C.  Warde,  a  son  of  the 
tragedian,  was  engaged  for  "The  Million" 
company,  of  which  he  will  be  the  stage  man- 
ager. The  younger  Warde  was  Richard 
Mansfield's  stage  manager  for  five  years. 


Jan  Kubelik,  the  violinist,  who  by  his  mar- 
riage acquired  Hungarian  citizenship,  has 
Magyarized  his  name  and  will  in  future  be 
known  as  Janos  Polgar.  Polgar  means  citi- 
zen. 


Health  and  Strength 
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Colony's  red  or  white  Tipo  with  your  meals. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 

THE  ZENITH  OF  VAUDEVILLE 

ENGAGEMENT  FOR  NEXT  WEEK  ONLY 

ALEXANDER  HEINEMANN 

The  Famous  German  Court  Lieder  Singer.  Miss 
Fay  Foster.  Accompanist:  OWEN  MnJIVENEY. 
in  his  Protean  success.  "Bill  Sikes"  :  rL.U'D  and 
FANNIE  USHER,  in  "Fagan's  Decision":  WIL- 
LIAMS and  WARNER,  Musical  Merrymakers: 
LA  MAZE  TRIO.  Eccentric  Comedians:  ANNIE 
KENT:  E.  FREDERICK  HAWLEY  and  Co.,  in 
"The  Bandit":  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PIC- 
TVRES.  Last  week  NAT  WELLS,  singing  by  re- 
quest his  famous  parady  on  "Alexander's  Rag- 
time Band." 

Evening  prices,  10c,  2.tc,  50c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Mutinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays!. 
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Two  Weeks  Beginning  MONT>AY.  Sept.  30 

Matinees  Wednesdays  and  .Saturdays 

Klaw  A  Erlanger  present 

MACKLYN  ARBUCKLE 

In  their  gignntic  production  of 
Edmund  Day's  Dranni 

THE  ROUND-UP 

1M  peopll — 20  horses. 
Prices,  Evenings  and  Wednesday  and  Saturday 
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Tonight— "Conel  i  iui" 
■j,i  Week  Begins  Toni'Tr-m  (Sunday)  Night 
Repertoire  for  Second  Week : 
Sunday. "Conchita" :  Monday. "Mme.  Butterfly"; 
Tuesday,  "<  lonchita":  Wed.  Mat  .  ""Mme.  Batter- 
fly";  Wednesday.  "Traviata";  Thursday,  "I  on- 
ctalta":   Friday,     RIgoletto";   Sat     Mat.,  "ron- 
chita";  Saturday,  "Mm-'.  Butterfly.  ' 
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A  MARKET  STREET,  opposite  M«»on 

Week  of  September  29 
AN  EVENING  IN  HAWAII 

10  Talented  Islanders,  in  a  Gorgeous  Production 
of  Native  Novelties:  NED  BURTON  andG  Pi 
senting  "The  Commercial  Mini":  FIVE  JUG- 
GLING JEWELS.  Agile  and  Pretty  Waidens:OR- 
PHEi  -  COMEDY  Fori:.  Vocalists  Eccentrique ; 
BLAI  K  BROTHERS,  Dancing  Banloists:  FAGG 
and  DIXON,  "Africanologilists'  :  1  he 
Versatile  Gymnasts,  and  SUNLIGH1   P 

Mat. daily  at 'J  :30.  NIgbtSBt7   '  '   ' 
day  and  Holiday  mats,  at  1  :W 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices 


THE    ARGONAUT 


September  28,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


This  column  has  already  been  used  to  draw 
attention  to  the  insincerities  usually  to  be 
found  in  that  section  of  the  modern  news- 
paper that  is  headed  "What  Women  Are  Do- 
ing." And  yet  these  insincerities  are  not 
wholly  blameworthy.  After  all,  the  scribe  is 
not  allowed  much  option  in  the  matter.  Im- 
agine the  fate  of  the  writer  who  should  allow 
himself  to  be  so  tempted  of  the  devil  as  to 
describe  the  things  that  women  actually  are 
doing  instead  of  the  things  that  they  wish  the 
world  to  believe  that  they  are  doing.  What 
flutterings  of  indignation,  what  hysterias  of 
denial  would  result.  It  would  seem  that  the 
chief  duty  of  the  modern  editor  is  to  see  to 
it  that  no  scrap  of  universal  knowledge  about 
women  is  ever  allowed  to  get  into  print,  at 
least  in  that  chaste  department  that  is  headed 
"What  Women  Are  Doing." 

An  Eastern  newspaper  of  influence  and 
character  lies  before  us  at  the  moment-  It  is 
a  newspaper  of  inflexible  courage  when  deal- 
ing with  politics  and  with  the  things  that  mat- 
ter. But  its  picture  of  feminine  life  is  not 
a  convincing  one.  It  accords  ill  with  the 
facts  as.  far  as  we  have  observed  those  facts. 
It  represents  the  average  woman  as  devoted 
wholly  to  philanthropy,  to  the  welfare  of  her 
sex,  and  to  the  cultivation  of  those  inner 
graces,  intellectual  and  moral,  that  would 
doubtless  do  much  to  soften  the  asperities  of 
life.  We  always  read  this  particular  column 
in  this  particular  newspaper.  It  is  such  a 
gorgeous  effort  of  the  imagination,  so  delicate 
a  piece  of  make-believe.  It  always  does  us 
good  to  picture  these  gracious  women  flitting 
through  a  sordid  world,  radiating  beneficence 
as  they  go,  and  positively  perspiring  with 
courtesies,  suavities,  and  the  higher  life. 
Maybe  we  shall  meet  one  of  them  some  day, 
for  we  are  not  an  atheist. 


The  writer  of  one  of  these  more  recent 
lucubrations  breathes  a  sort  of  pious  satis- 
faction that  the  manners  of  the  salesgirl  are 
improving.  Personally  we  have  no  complaint 
to  make  except  when  we  have  been  supplied 
with  a  fault;-  specification  of  some  feminine 
article  which  we  have  been  beguiled  or 
coerced  into  buying.  Then,  of  course,  we 
have  been  scorched  and  withered  by  an  un- 
foreseen question  from  the  lofty  apparition 
behind  the  counter,  some  question  not  in  the 
original  catechism,  some  question  that  hur- 
ries our  blushing  embarrassment  into  the 
guess  of  impropriety.  But  then  we  are  very 
careful  in  our  demeanor  to  the  salesgirl.  We 
adopt  an  attitude  that  is  supposed  to  be  re- 
spectful, but  that  is  actually  cringing,  not  to 
say  groveling.     Thus  we  escape. 

But  to  return  to  our  "What  Women  Are 
Doing."  The  author  records  the  aforesaid 
improvement  in  the  manners  of  the  salesgirl, 
but  she  does  not  explain  it.  Possibly  it  is 
due  to  the  "welfare  work,"  which,  we  are  led 
to  suppose,  is  one  of  the  later  manifestations 
of  the  feminine  divinity  brooding  over  the 
world,  one  of  the  things  that  "women  are 
doing."     But  let  us  quote : 

What,  in  brief,  is  the  reason  that  when  you  go 
into  a  store  today  and  turn  away  dispiritedly, 
after  having  had  the  salesgirl  pull  down  all  the 
goods  in  sight,  only  to  find  that  you  can  not  find 
what  you  want,  you  bear  the  shopgirl's  query > 
"Is  there  anything  else  I  can  show  you,  madam?" 
And  there  is   not  a  bit  of  sarcasm  in  her,   either. 

Xow  it  is  time  that  some  one  should  speak 
right  out  in  meeting  about  this  thing.  What 
is  the  reason,  we  are  asked.  Well,  dear  sis- 
ter, there  is  no  reason,  because  the  thing  is 
not  so.  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now, 
and  ever  shall  be,  so  far  as  the  salesgirl  is 
concerned,  and  you  know  it.  The  salesgirl 
is  the  same  delightful,  insolent,  witching,  and 
arrogant  creation  that  she  ever  was,  and  since 
we  are  upon  this  topic  we  may  say  that  the 
manners  behind  the  counter  are  usually  far 
superior  to  those  in  front  of  it.  If  salesgirls 
would  only  combine  in  some  sort  of  "welfare 
work"  on  behalf  of  the  customers  we  should 
like  to  subscribe  both  early  and  often.  In  the 
meantime  all  we  can  do  is  to  pray. 


And  now  for  our  main  text,  so  to  speak. 
Do  you  observe  the  cunning  self-righteousness 
hidden  in  the  heart  of  the  paragraph  quoted? 
Note  these  words,  "only  to  find  that  you 
can  not  find  what  you  want,"  and  this  after 
"having  had  the  salesgirl  pull  down  all  the 
goods  in  sight."  And  why  can  not  you  "find 
what  you  want"?  Simply  because  you  did  not 
want  anything  except  amusement,  and  at  the 
expense  of  an  overworked  girl  who  knew  that 
you  did  not  want  anything  except  amusement, 
that  you  had  not  the  slightest  intention  to 
buy  anything,  and  that  you  were  merely 
whiling  away  an  idle  hour  by  feasting  your 
eyes  upon  pretty  things. 

We  may  as  well  look  facts  in  the  face  and 
we  know  that  the  facts  are  as  stated.  We 
know  that  every  big  city  contains  hundreds 
of  women  with  whom  "shopping"  is  a  recog- 
nized form  of  time-killing,  who  will  ransack 
a  store  from  cellar  to  garret  without  spending 
a  cent  or  intending  to  spend  a  cent,  and  who 
will  then  s?'\  away  with  supercilious  regret 
that  they  ca,i  not  find  "what  they  want."  And 
the  poor  girl  behind  the  counter  must  be  atten- 
tive, court*  ous,  and  obliging,  although  she 
knows  the  jgly  and  selfish  game  just  as  well 
ss  th^se  i  Mo  are  playing  it.  She,  at  least, 
m  d  to  consult  a  newspaper  to  dis- 
vhat  women*  are  doing." 


So  our  vote  and  influence  are  for  the  sales- 
girl. She  may  grind  us  into  the  dust  all  she 
pleases.  She  may  finish  that  conversation 
about  "him,"  even  though  it  be  twice  as  long, 
before  turning  her  appraising  vision  upon  our 
shrinking  and  diffident  selves.  She  may  wither 
us  with  her  calm  contempt  and  scorch  us  with 
her  condescending  magnificence.  She  may  do 
all  these  things  with  safety  and  we  shall  not 
complain.  We  can  forgive  anything  of  the 
girl  whose  lot  in  life  has  made  her  the  vic- 
tim of  the  vanity  and  the  selfishness  of  her 
sex. 


We  have  been  doing  an  injustice  to  Mrs. 
O.  H.  P.  Belmont  and  sackcloth  and  ashes 
are  upon  our  head,  or  wherever  it  is  that 
sackcloth  and  ashes  are  supposed  to  go.  We 
thought  that  she  was  a  suffragette  and  we 
find  that  she  is  a  reformer.  We  supposed  that 
she  was  in  favor  of  abolishing  all  feminine 
duties  from  babies  upwards  and  instead  we 
find  her  insisting  upon  their  better  perform- 
ance. We  have  already  taken  occasion  to 
commend  Mrs.  Belmont  for  doing  her  own 
shopping  with  her  little  market  bag  in  hand 
and  the  carrots  and  cauliflowers  showing 
through  the  meshes,  and  now  we  find  that  the 
tale  of  her  virtues  is  not  half  told.  She  is  a 
truly  great  woman  and  some  one  ought  to 
mention  her  name  to  Mr.  Carnegie.  He  might 
give  her  a  free  library  with  his  own  name 
over  the  door. 

We  have  already  heard  about  the  competi- 
tive entertainments  given  by  Mrs.  Yander- 
bilt  and  Mrs.  Stuyvesant  Fish.  What  a  lot 
of  money  they  did  cost  to  be  sure,  and  how 
our  hearts  swelled  with  pride  to  think  that 
we  lived  in  a  land  of  equal  opportunity  where 
no  man  is  too  poor  or  too  lowly  to  read  about 
the  Four  Hundred  and  their  innocent  little 
amusements. 

And  now  Mrs.  Belmont  has  added  her  con- 
tribution to  Newport's  social  events.  And  she 
did  it  on  the  cheap.  She  did  it  with  the  bold 
ingenuity  that  is  worthy  of  her  whole  career. 
There  is  a  place  called  Easton's  Beach  at 
Newport,  a  kind  of  Coney  Island,  intended  for 
the  amusement  of  the  proletariat,  of  those 
who  are  just  people,  and  who  can  not  display 
their  wealth  because  they  have  no  wealth  to 
display.  Now  Mrs.  Belmont  hired  Easton's 
Beach  for  an  evening  and  sent  out  her  invi- 
tations to  the  same  crowd  of  magnificences 
as  had  graced  the  saturnalias  of  Mrs.  Fish 
and  of  Mrs.  Vanderbilt.  There  was  no  need 
to  make  arrangements  for  their  entertain- 
ment because  the  arrangements  were  already 
made.  There  were  merry-go-rounds,  rifle 
galleries,  "Aunt  Sally"  shies,  and  slot  ma- 
chines. There  were  all  sorts  of  competitions. 
and  instead  of  jeweled  souvenirs  for  prizes 
there  were  buckets  and  spades  for  every  one, 
and  the  successful  contestants  might  have 
been  seen  hurrying  away  to  the  sands  and 
constructing  fortifications  in  the  most  ap- 
proved manner  of  childhood.  But  the  triumph 
of  the  evening  was  the  supper.  A  few  hours 
of  the  simple  life  and  of  comparative  free- 
dom from  the  prickings  of  conscience  had 
worked  their  usual  wonders  and  there  were 
bejeweled  ladies  who  felt  something  almost 
like  hunger  for  the  first  time  in  their  lives. 
And  the  bill  of  fare  gave  no  difficulties.  In 
fact  there  was  no  bill  of  fare.  There  was 
simply  an  abundance  of  sausages  and  mashed 
potatoes,  and  for  potables  there  was  beer.  It 
was  understood  that  those  w^ho  really  needed 
it  might  find  chicken  salad  and  champagne  if 
they  looked  in  the  right  place.  That  was  a 
concession  to  the  flesh,  but  there  were  few  to 
avail  themselves  of  it.  The  cooking  was  done 
by  the  regular  colored  staff  and  fifty  wait- 
resses looked  after  the  service. 

Now  this  was  not  a  freak  on  the  part  of 
Mrs.  Belmont.  It  was  a  reproof.  It  was  a 
demonstration  to  Newport  that  it  had  still  to 
learn  the  simple  arts  of  amusement,  and  that 
enjoyment  does  not  depend  upon  an  expendi- 
ture so  reckless,  so  lavish,  so  prodigal,  as  to 
add  a  fresh  chapter  to  the  history  of  naked 
and  unashamed  vulgarity. 


As  soon  as  Mrs.  Granger  was  fairly  past 
Mr.  Compton  heard  an  irritated  "There !  I 
knew  it !"  from  his  wife,  and  turned  to  see 
what  was  the  matter  (says  the  Youth's  Com- 
panion). "She's  just  as  provoked  as  she  can 
be  to  think  that  Mrs.  Lombard  and  I  didn't 
ask  her  to  go  out  with  us  to  see  the  Williams 
baby!"  said  Mrs.  Compton.  "She  thinks  that 
it  was  on  account  of  her  having  said  that  she 
didn't  find  three-weeks-old  babies  very  inter- 
esting, when  of  course  she'd  make  an  excep- 
tion of  Lena  Williams's  baby.  But  that  wasn't 
the  reason  we  didn't  ask  her  ;  it  was  because 
we  decided  all  in  a  hurry,  and  there  was 
just  time  to  catch  the  train.  She's  made  up 
her  mind  she  won't  propose  our  names  for 
the  book  club."  "How  do  you  know  she 
thinks  all  these  things?"  inquired  Mr.  Comp- 
ton. "My  dear,  didn't  you  see  the  way  she 
bowed?"  asked  his  wife  in  a  pitying  tone. 
"Why,  yes,"  said  Mr.  Compton.  "I  thought 
she  gave  a  rather  more  pronounced  bow  than 
most  women  do  and  smiled  quite  brilliantly. 
"You  dear  thing,"  and  Mrs.  Compton  patted 
his  coat  sleeve,  "of  course  she  did!  That's 
how  I  knew  exactly  what  she  was  thinking." 


Irate  Woman  (to  bird  dcalerj — As  for  you, 
you're  a  thief !  AH  those  canaries  you  sold 
me  yesterday  flew  away  this  morning. — 
Sourire. 


Safety  of 
Railroad 
Travel 


The  Union  and  Southern  Pacific  railroad  systems  are 
now  reaping  the  benefits  of  years  of  consistent  effort  to 

promote  safety  of  travel  on  their  lines,  and  their  success  has  been  such  as 
to  inspire  even  greater  future  effort.  Within  a  period  of  four  years  the 
record  of  the  Southern  Pacific  is  absolutely  clear — not  one  single  pas- 
senger lost  his  life  through  a  collision  or  derailment  of  its  trains.  This 
means  that  during  that  time  157,000,000  passengers  were  safely  carried 
to  their  destinations  on  its  lines,  traveling  an  average  distance  of  forty- 
two  miles,  or  a  total  of  6,594,000,000  miles,  or  265,000  times  around 
the  world. 

The    Union    Pacific,    in    approximately    the    same 

period,  fell  short  of  this  perfect  record  by  but  a  single  accident  resulting 
in  the  death  of  one  passenger. 

Without  attempting  to  make  invidious  comparisons, 
it  may  be  stated   that   these  records,  covering  nearly 

17,520  miles,  surpass  those  of  the  railroads  of  Great  Britain,  covering 
23,000  miles,  which  are  considered  models  of  safety.  That  this  remark- 
able showing  is  the  result  of  something  more  than  chance  is  obvious, 
and  it  may  be  well  to  point  out  briefly  what  has  been  done  by  the 
management  to  carry  out  its  policy  of  Safety  First"  in  the  operation 
of  its  properties. 

Within  the  past  five  years  $6,000,000  have  been  ex- 
pended in  installing   automatic  block   signals.      Every 

mile  of  the  lines  of  the  Union-Southern  Pacific  systems  to  San  Fran- 
cisco, Los  Angeles  and  Portland  is  now  protected. 

To  reduce  to  a   minimum  the  hazard  of  accident, 
the  Union  and  Southern  Pacific  systems,  during  the  past 

ten  years,  have  been  drilling  their  trainmen  in  the  observance  of  danger 
signals  by  a  S5'stem  of  surprise  tests,  the  results  of  which  have  been  very 
satisfactory,  showing  that  of  approximately  20,000  tests  made  during  the 
past  year  99  per  cent  were  fully  respected,  and  practically  all  of  those 
classed  as  '  failures "  were  respected  sufficiently  to  have  averted 
accident. 

Every  accident  involving  a  hazard  of  human  life  is 
promptly  and  fully  investigated  to  determine  the  cause 

and  to  prescribe,  if  possible,  the  remedy  against  a  recurrence.  This  is 
done  by  convening  a  board  of  inquiry  composed  of  division  officers  and 
two  or  more  prominent  citizens,  as  representatives  of  the  public.  The 
findings  of  the  board  of  inquiry  are  given  freely  to  the  press  for  publication 
and  are  transmitted  with  all  data  to  the  president,  who,  if  the  report  is  not 
conclusive,  may  convene  successive  boards  of  inquiry  and  employ  technical 
experts  if  necessary  until  the  real  cause  is  determined  and  the  responsi- 
bility located.  Employees  are  encouraged  to  make  suggestions  in  the 
interest  of  increased  safety  and  their  suggestions  are  systematically  and 
carefully  considered  by  committees  appointed  for  that  purpose.  Through 
the  frequent  distribution  of  government  reports  of  investigations  of  im- 
portant accidents   and  company  bulletins,  all  employees  are  taught  that 

"Eternal  Vigilance  is  the 
Price  of  Safety  " 

Union  Pacific-Southern  Pacific  Systems 


September  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


205 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


The  young  wife  had  given  her  husband  a 
dance.  "You've  improved  wonderfully.  Jack," 
she  said  as  they  sat  down.  "Don't  you  re- 
member how  you  used  to  tear  my  dress  ?" 
"Yes,"  he  replied.  "I  wasn't  buying  them 
then." 


The  prisoner  was  charged  with  so  trivial 
an  offense  that  the  judge  told  him  that  if  he 
would  plead  guilty  he  would  let  him  off  with 
a  fine.  "Before  we  plead  guilty,"  replied  the 
man's  lawyer,  "we'd  like  to  know  what  the 
fine  will  be."  "Isn't  it  rather  unusual  to  at- 
tempt to  bargain  with  the  court?"  asked  the 
judge.  "Perhaps  it  is,  your  honor,"  replied 
the  lawyer,  "but  in  this  case  it  is  important. 
You  sec,  the  prisoner  has  only  $12,  and  as 
my  fee  is  $10,  we  can't  afford  to  plead  guilty 
if  you  intend  to  fine  him  more  than  $2." 


A  fledgeling  composer  took  his  first  opera 
to  Massenet.  "You  know,  of  course,"  began 
the  visitor,  "that  Moliere  used  to  read  his 
pieces  to  an  old  woman,  in  the  belief  that 
scenes  which  found  favor  with  her  would  be 
liked  also  by  the  audiences.  My  reason  for 
asking  you  to  listen  to  my  work  is  somewhat 
the  same.  I  know  that  whatever  pleases  you 
will  also  please  the  public."  "You  are  very 
kind,"  replied  Massenet,  "very  kind,  indeed, 
but  really,  since  you  are  not  Moliere,  I  see 
no  reason  why  I  should  be  your  old  woman." 


A  recent  English  traveler  in  Baluchistan 
had  from  a  holy  man  in  that  country  a  story 
about  Moses  which  does  not  appear  in  the 
Scriptures,  yet  which  has  its  pertinence  to  this 
matter  of  politicians  proposing  to  do  away 
with  all  the  evils  of  the  human  lot  (says  the 
Century  Magazine).  The  patriarch  was  sit- 
ting in  his  house  very  sad,  and  the  Lord  said 
to  him  :  "Prophet  Moses,  why  art  thou  cast 
down  ?"  "Alas !"  said  he,  "I  see  so  many 
people  sorrowful.  Some  are  unclothed,  ana 
some  are  hungry.  I  pray  Thee  make  all 
happy  and  contented."  The  Lord  promised  it 
should  be  so.  But  soon  Moses  was  again  dis- 
consolate, and  once  more  the  Lord  asked  the 
cause.  "Lord,"  cried  the  prophet,  "the  up- 
per story  of  my  house  has  fallen  down,  and 
nobody  will  come  to  mend  it ;  they  are  all 
too  busy  enjoying  themselves."  "But  what 
am  I  to  do  ?"  "Lord,  make  the  people  as 
they  were  before  !" 


charge  me  for  a  room  and  bath  ?"  he  in- 
quired, with  an  air  of  a  man  to  whom  money 
was  not  a  question.  The  clerk  told  him. 
"Yes,  yes,"  said  Morse,  with  extreme  ur- 
banity. "Quite  so.  Now  I  would  like  to  see 
Mr.  James."  "What  Mr.  James?"  asked  the 
clerk.  "Mr.  James,  the  proprietor  of  this  ho- 
tel," explained  Morse.  What  was  more  to 
the  point,  he  grew  very  peevish  when  the 
clerk  insisted  that  Mr.  James  was  not  the 
proprietor  of  the  hotel,  and  that  no  Mr. 
James  was  in  the  house.  "You  can't  kid 
me,"  said  Morse  angrily.  "I  want  to  see 
Mr.  James,  the  proprietor  of  this  hotel,  and 
I  want  to  see  him  quick.  I  mean  Mr.  Jesse 
James,  the  most  notorious^  robber  of  modern 
times — brother  of  Frank." 


THE   MERRY  MUSE. 


Of  the  Hen. 
The   eagle  is  the  bird  to   soar. 

The    hawk    is    king    of    the    woods; 
Th-i'    mocking  bird    can   sing    the   score 
But  the  hen  delivers  the  goods. 

— Cincinnati  Enquirer. 


Lines  to  an  Ex-President. 
If  you   your  ears  would   save    from  jeers 

Five   things   keep   meekly   hid: 
"Myself"  and    "I"  and   "mine"  and    "my," 
And  what  "I  do  and  did." 

— New    York    Tribune. 


Herbert  J.  Pattee,  an  old-time  legitimate 
actor  and  a  member  of  the  famous  Booth  and 
Barrett  combination,  reformed,  and  is  now 
living  luxuriously  off  the  money  obtained 
from  valuable  inventions,  but  he  still  likes 
to  talk  about  the  ups  and  down  of  Shake- 
speare. "A  friend  and  I  once  passed  a  the- 
atre in  Washington,"  said  Mr.  Pattee,  "just 
as  the  performance  had  let  out.  My  friend 
met  an  acquaintance  who  was  coming  out  of 
the  theatre.  We  were  ignorant  as  to  the  at- 
traction, so  my  friend  asked  his  acquaintance 
what  sort  of  a  performance  he  had  been  wit- 
nessing. 'Hamlet,'  said  the  acquaintance. 
'Ah,  "Hamlet," '  said  my  friend.  T  suppose 
that  you  are  now  filled  with  all  sorts  of  coii- 
j  ectures  as  to  whether  Hamlet  was  really 
mad.'  'The  Hamlet  tonight,'  said  the  ac- 
quaintance, 'left  no  doubt  on  that  point.  He 
was  not  alone  mad — he  was  frantic.  There 
weren't  a  hundred  people  in  the  house.'  " 


The  Scotchman  possesses  a  genius  for  busi- 
ness, as  the  following  dialogue  would  indi- 
cate. One  of  his  favorite  proverbs  is,  "He 
will  soon  be  a  beggar  who  does  not  know 
how  to  say  no."  A  laird  of  Lanarkshire  was 
one  day  accosted  by  one  of  his  neighbors  as 
follows:  "Laird,  I  need  twenty  pounds  ster- 
ling. If  you  will  be  kind  enough  to  accept 
my  note,  you  will  be  repaid  in  three  months." 
"No,  it  is  impossible,  Donald."  "But  why, 
laird?  You  have  often  rendered  a  like  service 
to  your  friends."  "Impossible,  Donald,  I  re- 
peat." "Then  you  mean  to  refuse  me  ?" 
"Listen,  Donald,  and  follow  my  reasoning: 
As  soon  as  I  accepted  your  note  you  would 
draw  the  twenty  pounds?"  "Yes."  "When 
the  maturity  of  the  note  arrived,  I  know  you, 
and  that  you  would  not  be  ready.  Then  we 
should  quarrel.  Very  well !  but,  Donald,  I 
should  rather  that  we  should  quarrel  at  once, 
while  the  twenty  pounds  is  in  my  pocket." 


Frank  P.  Morse,  the  press  agent,  walked 
into  a  fashionable  hotel  in  Chicago  one  even- 
ing and  wrote  on  the  register  the  set  of 
peculiar  hieroglyphics  which  he  is  pleased  to 
call    his    signature.       "How    much    will    you 


Alphabet  of  My  Sweethearts. 
A  was   an   actress,    my  very   first  love; 

I    thought    her    an    Angel,    straight    down    from 
above. 

B  was  a  Bridge  Fiend,  bright  in  her  way, 

But    I    just    couldn't    stand    for    her    playing    all 
day. 

C  was  a  Chorus  Girl,  dear  little  thing — 

She  had  pretty  eyes — but  she  never  could  sing. 

D  was  a  Debutante,  painfully  shy; 

She  couldn't   talk   much,   and  was   too   scared    to 
try. 

E  was   an   English   Girl,    strong  and  well-knit, 
But  I  didn't  think  she  was  pretty  a  bit. 

F  was  a  Flirt,  her  coquettish  glance 
Just  bowled  me  right  over — she  led  me  a  dance! 

G  was  a  Governess,  prime  and  demure — 
And  yet  she  adored  me,  I   felt  pretty  sure! 

H  was  an  Heiress,  with  oodles  of  gold; 

But  then — she   was  pretty  near   forty  years  old! 

I    was  an    Ingenue,    full   of  soft  curves; 
But  so  idiotic  she  got  on  my  nerves, 

J  was  a  Juno,  majestic  and  tall, 

But  somehow  she  made  me  feel  awfully  small. 

K  was  a  Kid,   whose  round  face  would  beam 

If    I    asked    her    to    go    and    have    choc'Iate    ice- 
cream. 

L,  Leading  Lady!     Well,  when  I  knew  her 
I  spent  all  my  savings  on  orchids  and  fur. 

M  was  a  Motor  Girl,  heedless  of  stops, 

She    laughed    at    the    speed    laws    and    smiled    at 
the  cops. 

N  was   a  Nurse.      Her  sweet,    white-capped    face 
In  my  memory  holds  a  permanent  place. 

O  was  an   Old   Maid,   dumpy  and   short; 

Not  quite  up  to  date,  but  a  jolly  good  sort. 

P  was   a  Poetess,   soulful  in  style, 

To  evade  her  effusions,  I'd  run  a  whole  mile. 

Q  was  a  Queen,  don't  ask  me  the  rest, 

Suffice  it  to  know,  she's  the  one  I  liked  best. 

R,   Revolutionary  Daughter  or  Dame; 

Or     Colonial     Something.       (They    all     look    the 
same.) 

S  was  a  Summer  Girl,  tanned  by  the  sun. 

Well — maybe  that   Summer  we  didn't  have   fun! 

T  was  a  Tourist,  with  guide-book  and   all; 

I    miss    her — but    she    will    come    home    in    the 
Fall. 

U  was  Unwomanly.      My  heart  she  smote 

When    she    wanted    a    latchkey    and    wanted    to 
vote. 

V  was  a  Vixen — a  beautiful  girl, 

But  her  temper  would  certainly  make  your  hair 


W  was  a  Writer,  she  had  a  good  mind; 

But  somehow  I  never  cared  much  for  that  kind. 

X,  a  Xantippe,  a  regular  shrew; 

Her  caustic  tirades  made  the  air  pretty  blue. 

Y  was  a  Yankee  Girl,  clear-eyed  and  calm; 

For    plain,    wholesome    cooking    I    give    her    the 
palm. 

Z  was  a  Zealot  in  causes  galore; 

But  she'd   haVp  on   them   till   all   declared   her   a 
bore.  — Carolyn    Wells,    in   Life. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Franciico 

Paiil-Up  Capital $  -1.000,000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Proliits 1,700,000 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

Officers: 

HERBEirr  Flkishhackek President 

Sig.  Gbeenebaum Chairman  of  the  Board 

\\  ASHi.vr.Tox  Dodge Vice-President 

Jos.  Friedlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hint Vice-President 

„ R.Ai.tschi-i Cashier 

C.B.  Pabkek.  Assistant  Cashfer    Wm.  II. High,  Assistant  Cashier 

H.  Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.BuTtDicx.AssistantCashier 

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Deposits 30, 104,366.00 

Total  Resources 49.4 1 5,266. 1  1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr.  ..  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.   Wilson Vice-President 

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directors  : 
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JOSEPH   SLOSS  henry   rosenfeld 

PERCY    T.    MORGAN  JAMES    L.    FLOOD 

F.    W.    VAN    SICKLEN  J.    HENRY    MEYER 

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JOHN    C.    KIRKPATRICK      .CHAS.    J.    DEERING 
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A.    CHRISTESON  F.    L.    LIPMAN 

WM.    HAAS 

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September  28,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 

A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the  Bay  of  San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the  following  department: 

Mrs.  Arthur  Page-Brown  of  New  York  has  an- 
nounced the  engagement  of  her  daughter.  Miss 
Katrina  Page-Brown,  to  Mr.  Austin  Moore  of 
San  Mateo.  Miss  Page-Brown  is  the  granddaugh- 
ter of  Judge  Pryor  and  the  late  Mrs.  Pryor  of 
New  York,  and  a  sister  of  the  Misses  Lucy  and 
Agnes  Page-Brown.  Mr.  Moore  is  the  son  of 
Mrs.  Willis  Polk  and  the  late  Mr.  Charles  Moore, 
grandson  of  Mrs.  Mathilde  Barreda,  and  a  nephew 
of  Mr.  Percy  Moore  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  Pringle 
and  Mrs.  Thomas  Breeze  of  Menlo  Park.  The 
wedding  will  not  take  place  for  a  year. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  L.  Mathieu  have  announced 

the  engagement  of  their  daughter,    Miss   Marianne 

Mathieu,  to  Mr.  Alexander  Wilson,  son  of  Mr.  and 

Mr?.  A.  W.   Wilson  of  this  city.     Miss  Mathieu  is 

a    niece    of   Mr.    Ernest    McCormick.      Mr.    Wilson 

is  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Claude  Smith  (formerly  Miss 

Ailson),   who  resides  in  the   East,    and   of 

Mrs.     Robert    Schurman     (formerly    Miss    Bernice 

.    who    resides    in    China,    where    her    hus- 

■  Ids  a  position   with   the  government.      Mr. 

Schurman's    father    is    president    of    Cornell    Uni- 

- 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  F.  Dillman  of  Sacra- 
mento have  announced  the  engagement  of  their 
daughter,  Miss  Corinne  Dillman,  to  Mr.  Joseph 
L'pham  Pearson. 

Mr.  David  Oliver  has  announced  the  engage- 
:  his  daughter.  Miss  Hester  Oliver,  to  Mr. 
Frank   De   Lisle. 

Announcement    has   been   made   of    the    wedding 

.-.in  Manila,  of  Captain  Murray  Baldwin, 

V.    S.    A.,   and    Miss   Genevieve  MacDonald   Gerry. 

Captain    Baldwin    was    formerly    stationed    at    the 

Presidios    in    this   city    and    Monterey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norman  McLaren  have  issued 
invitations  to  the  wedding  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Camilla  Constance  McLaren,  and  Mr.  MiHen  Grif- 
fith, Wednesday,  October  16,  at  four  o'clock,  at 
St.  Luke's  Church.  Miss  Dora  Winn  will  be  maid 
of  honor,  and  the  chosen  bridesmaids  are  the 
Misses  Mauricia  Mintzer,  Cora  Otis,  Harriet 
Pomeroy,  Ethel  McAllister,  Isabel  Beaver,  and 
Evelyn  Cunningham.  Mr.  Tames  Jenkins  will  be 
his  cousin's  best  man. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Spencer  Buckbee  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
Kobert  J.  Woods,  who  left  for  Europe  on  Tues- 
day. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  gave  a  din- 
ner and  theatre  party  Friday  evening  in  honor 
of  their  son,  Mr.  Mountford  S.  Wilson,  Jr.,  who 
has  since  returned  to  school  in  Philadelphia. 

Mrs.  Charles  A  Gove  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon Wednesday,  September  IS,  at  her  home  on 
Yerba  Buena,  and  entertained  a  number  of  friends 
last  Wednesday  at  a  similar  affair. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  was  hostess  at  a  dinner  in 
honor  of  Miss  Cora  Smith,  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.   Sidney  V.   Smith. 

Mrs.  Darling  also  entertained  during  the  week 
in  honor  of  the  Misses  Edith  and  Ruth  Slack, 
who  have  recently  returned  from  Europe. 

Miss  Henriette  Blanding  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon Wednesday  at  her  home  at  Belvedere. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  E.  Dean  gave  a  dinner 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel,  complimentary  to  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Andrew  Welch,  who  have  gone  to  New  York 
for  a  brief  visit 

Dr.  Adelaide  Brown  gave  a  luncheon  at  the 
Town  and  Country  Club,  complimentary  to  Mrs. 
Richard  C.  Cabot  of  Boston. 

The  members  of  the  Bohemian  Gub  entertained 
at  a  dinner  Thursday  evening  in  honor  of  Mr. 
Haig  Patigan,  who  will  leave  Monday  for  Europe. 

Mrs;  William  Hoff  Cook  was  hostess  Tuesday 
at  a  tea  at  her  home  on  Commonwealth  Avenue 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  George  Oulton.  The  guests 
were  entertained,  by  a  dramatic  reading  by  Mrs. 
O.-car  Mailliard    Bennett. 

The  first  dance  of  the  Junior  Assembly  will  be 
given   this   evening  at   Century   Hall. 

The  Friday  Night  dances  will  be  held  at  the 
California  Club  this  winter,  the  first  one  taking 
place   Friday   evening,  October    18. 

Mr?.  Nicolai  Bctts,  assisted  by  Mrs.  E.  G. 
Rodolph,  Mrs.  Clarence  Davis,  Mrs.  Arthur  Ray- 
cralt,  Mrs.  George  Gale,  and  Mrs.  B.  S-  Donahue, 
gave  a  luncheon  at  the  Palace  Hotel  last  Saturday 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Walter  Story  and  Mrs.  Herbert 
Bishop  of  Los  Angeles.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Story 
have  jusl  Erom   Europe,  where  they  have 

been  for  the  past  five  months,  and  Dr.  and  Mrs. 
Bishop  have  been  in  the  East   for  several  months. 


Movements  and  'Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
to  and  from  this  city   and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians: 

Mrs.  Louis  Findlay  Monteagle  arrived  in  New 
Y'>rk  Tuesday  from  Europe  and  will  come  to  San 
Francisco  in  the  interest  of  St.  Luke's  Hospital, 
which    she    and    Mrs.    Whitelaw    Reid    are    having 


built  as  a  memorial  to  the  late  Mr.  Calvin  Paige, 
uncle  of  Mrs.  Monteagle  and  to  Mrs.  Reid's 
father,  the  late  Mr.  D.  O.  Mills.  Mrs.  Monteagle 
will  return  to  Europe  and  join  Mr.  Monteagle 
and  Mr.  Kenneth  Monteagle  in  Munich,  where 
thev  will  spend  the  winter.  Mr.  Paige  Monteagle 
is  at  the  Harvard  Law  School.  Mrs.  Whitelaw 
Reid  will  sail  today  from  London  and  will  come 
directly    to    this    city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  L.  Coleman  will  take 
possession  of  their  Burlingame  home  Monday, 
after  having  spent  the  past  two  weeks  at  the 
Peninsula  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Colin  M.  Boyd  has  gone  East  to  visit 
relatives. 

Miss  Alice  Griffith  will  return  from  the  East 
to  attend  the  wedding,  October  16,  of  Miss  Con- 
stance   McLaren    and    Mr.    Millen    Griffith. 

Mrs.  James  Potter  Langhorne  has  returned 
from  a  visit  with  Mrs.  W.  B.  Bourn,  Sr.,  and 
Miss  Ida  Bourn  at  their  country  home  in  St. 
Helena. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Haig  Patigan  will  leave  next  week 
for    Europe   to    spend    six    months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Taliaferro  Milton  and  their  chil- 
dren have  returned  to  their  home  in  the  East 
after  a  visit  in  San  Rafael  with  Mrs.  Milton's 
parents,    Mr.    and    Mrs.    James   Wilkins. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Pool  (formerly  Miss  Isa- 
belle  Donohue  Spraguc)  have  gone  East  and  will 
reside  in  Warrenton,    Virginia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Gunn  (formerly  Miss 
Ernestine  Kraft)  have  returned  from  their  wed- 
ding trip. 

Mr.  A  D.  Grimwood  is  slowly  recovering  from 
a  serious  attack  of  pneumonia  at  his  home  in 
Fruitvale. 

The  Misses  Harriet  and  %  irginia  Jolliffe  and 
Miss  Ethel  Dean  have  returned  from  Banff,  where 
they   have   been    visiting    friends. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Polhemus  and  their  chil- 
dren will  return  today  from  San  Rafael,  where 
they  have  been  spending  the  summer.  The  cot- 
tage they  have  been  occupying  has  been  leased  to 
Mr.  John  T.  Piggott,  who  will  be  married 
Wednesday  to  Miss  Bessie  Ashton. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bernard  Waterlow  Ford  (for- 
merly Miss  Marian  Miller)  have  arrived  in  Lon- 
don, where  they  are  visiting  relatives. 

Mr.  Mountford  S.  Wilson,  Jr.,  has  returned  to 
school  in  Philadelphia. 

Miss  Genevieve  Bothin  left  Sunday  for  New 
York  to  continue  her  studies  at  Briarcliff-on-the- 
Hudson. 

Mr.  Charles  S.  Wheeler,  Jr.,  has  gone  East  to 
attend  Harvard  Law  College. 

Miss  Anne  Peters  of  Stockton  has  been  in  town 
during  the  past  week. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Mien  have  gone  to  New 
York  to  reside  indefinitely.  Their  home  on  La- 
guna  Street  is  leased  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph 
Schilling    (formerly    Miss   Alexandra    Hamilton). 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Mayo  Newhall  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  on  Green  Street  after  having 
spent  the  summer  in  Palo  Alto  and  Santa  Bar- 
bara. 

Mrs.  Charles  Page  will  leave  next  month  for 
Europe  and  will  be  joined  in  New  York  by  Mrs. 
Withington,  who  will  travel  with  Mrs.  Page  for 
an  indefinite  time. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Cheever  Cowdin  have  taken 
an  apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue  between  Laguna 
and    Buchanan    Streets   for  the   winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  McNear  will  reside  at 
the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Miss  Arabella  Scbwerin  has  returned  to  Briar- 
clin-on-the-Hudson,  after  having  spent  the  summer 
vacation    with    her  mother,    Mrs.    R.    P.    Schwerin. 

Mr.  William  S.  Tevis,  Jr.,  has  returned  from 
Napa  County,  where  he  spent  a  week  at  the  home 
of  Mr.  and   Mrs.  Horace  Blancbard   Chase. 

Mrs.  Robert  T.  Woods  left  Tuesday  for  New 
York  and  will  sail  Tuesday,  October  1,  for  Eu- 
rope, where  she  will  spend  the  next  six  months. 
During  Mrs.  Woods's  brief  stay  in  the  East  she 
was  the  guest  of  Dr.  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  and 
Mrs.    Brodie. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lewis  E.  Hanchett  and  their 
children  have  returned  to  town  and  are  occupying 
their  home   on  Washington    Street 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt,  Jr.,  spent  sev- 
eral days  last  week  in  Sacramento,  where  they 
went  to  attend  the  State  Fair. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard  and  their  niece, 
Miss  Ruth  Winslow,  will  leave  next  month  for 
Europe,  where  they  will  travel  during  the  next 
six  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels  arrived 
Wednesday  in  New  York  from  Europe  and  were 
met  by  Mr.  Rudolph  Spreckels,  who  will  return 
to  this  city  the  first  week  in  October. 

Miss  Jennie  Hooker  and  Miss  Charlotte  Land 
spent  the  week-end  in  Woodside  with  Mr.  and 
Mrs.   George  H.   Lent, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Laurence  Irving  Scott,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  George  Aimer  Newhall,  and  Dr.  and  Mrs. 
Henry  Stevens  Kierstedt  returned  Sunday  by  au- 
tomobile from  Sacramento,  where  they  attended 
the  State  Fair.  Among  others  who  went  up  for 
the  fair  were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton 
Crocker,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin,  the 
Messrs  Duane  Hopkins  and  Harry  Scott,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Moody,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Perry    Eyre, 

Mrs.     George    Russell    Lukens    has    rented     her 


What  "Quality  Folk" 

Meant  in  the  old  days  of  the  South, 
ARISTOCRATICA  Chocolates  mean 
in  the  present  day  of  candy  making 
— the  finest  and  best. 

Costly  ingredients  count.  For  in- 
stance we  use,  by  private  arrange- 
ment, the  famous  Henry  Mailiard 
chocolate,  5th  Avenue,  New  York. 

Aristocratica  Chocolates,  8  varieties, 
75  cents  the  pound  carton. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


home  on  Broadway  and  has  taken  apartments  at 
the  Hotel  Monroe- 
Mr.  Theodore  Murphy  has  returned  from  New 
Mexico,  where  he  and  Mrs.  Murphy  have  been 
spending  several  months.  Mrs.  Murphy  has  gone 
to  St.  Louis  to  visit  her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Garneau. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hiram  Johnson,  Jr..  and  Miss 
Nettie  Hamilton  were  the  guests  of  Mrs.  Hiram 
Johnson   during  fair  week   in   Sacramento. 

The  Messrs.  Lloyd,  Gordon,  and  Lansing  Tevis 
have  taken  a  house  in  Berkeley,  where  they  will 
attend  the  university. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  F.  Boyd  of  San  Rafael 
have  rented  for  the  winter  a  house  on  Pacific  Ave- 
nue between   Laguna   and    Buchanan   Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  B.  Tubbs  will  reside  during 
the  winter  on  Jackson  Street  between  Gough  and 
Octavia   Streets. 

Mrs.  J.  B.  Wright  has  gone  to  Sacramento  to 
spend  a  week  with  friends. 

Mrs.  A.  N.  Towne  and  Mrs.  Clinton  E.  Worden 
have  returned  from  Monterey,  where  they  have 
been  spending  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mark  L.  Gerstle,  Miss  Louise 
Gerstle,  Mr.  Mark  L.  Gerstle,  Jr.,  and  Mrs.  M. 
H.  Hecht  have  arrived  in  New  York  from  Eu- 
rope. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Casserly  and  their  children 
and  Miss  Margaret  Casserly  will  leave  in  Novem- 
ber for  Europe  to  remain  two  years. 

Mr.  Frank  J.  Sullivan,  Miss  Gladys  Sullivan, 
and  Mr.  Noel  Sullivan  have  rented  the  home  of 
Dr.  Edward  Younger  and  Mrs.  Younger,  who 
will  spend  the  winter  at  the   Fairmont   HoteL 

Mr.  A.  Cbesebrough  has  gone  to  Santa  Barbara 
to  spend  a  few  weeks. 

Mr.  Paul  Nevin,  son  of  the  late  Mr.  Ethelbert 
Nevin,  has  been  spending  the  past  month  in  Cali- 
fornia. In  Santa  Barbara  he  was  the  guest  of 
Mrs.  Cameron  Rogers,  whose  husband,  the  late 
Mr.  Cameron  Rogers,  wrote  the  words  of  "The 
Rosary." 

Mrs.  N.  P.  Cbipman  of  Sacramento  has  gone  to 
Los  Angeles  after  a  visit  of  three  months  in  this 
city. 

Miss  Harriett  Alexander  has  been  spending  the 
past  two  weeks  in  Chico  with  Mrs.  John  Bidwell. 
Mrs.  Bidwell  will  leave  today  for  Washington, 
D.  C.  with  Mr.  Thompson  H.  Alexander  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  William  Alexander,  who  have  been 
spending  the  summer  at  Rancho  Chico. 

Mrs.  Warren  D.  Clark  and  her  children  have 
returned  to  town  after  having  spent  the  summer 
in  San  Rafael.  Mr.  Clark  has  gone  East  for  a 
brief  visit. 

Mr.  Harry  McAfee  has  gone  to  Paris  to  spend 
a  year  at  the  Beaux  Arts. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mansfield  Lovell  and  family  are 
now  settled  in  Piedmont,  where  they  have  taken 
a  house  at  2071   Oakland  Avenue. 

Miss  Lily  Hathaway  returned  th  is  week  from 
Honolulu,  where  she  has  been  for  several  months, 
and  is  visiting  her  sister,  Mrs.  Mansfield  Lovell, 
at  her  home  in  Piedmont. 


Next  'Week's  Grand  Operas  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

The  first  week  of  the  limited  engagement 
of  the  Lambardi  Pacific  Coast  Grand  Opera 
Company  at  the  Cort  Theatre  is  proof  posi- 
tive, through  the  brilliant  character  of  the 
performances,  that  the  season  will  be  a  suc- 
cessful one,  not  alone  from  an  artistic  stand- 
point, but  from  a  financial  standpoint  as  well. 
This  is  naturally  very  gratifying  to  Impre- 
sario Lambardi,  who  has  been  purveying 
grand  opera  for  many  years  on  the  Pacific 
Coast. 

In  every  way  the  productions  have  lived 
up  to  the  advance  announcements,  and  the 
singers  have  more  than  justified  their  repu- 
tations in  the  music  centres  of  Italy  and 
Continental  Europe.  Scenically  the  presenta- 
tions are  wholly  admirable,  and  the  orchestra, 
under  the  eloquent  baton  of  Gaetano  Bavag- 
noli,  has  astonished  and  delighted  local  music 
lovers.  The  orchestra  is  the  largest  that  has 
ever  played  in  the  pit  of  a  San  Francisco 
theatre.  It  is  interesting  to  note  that  for  the 
most  part  the  personnel  of  the  orchestra  is 
made  up  by  local  musicians,  merely  the  nu- 
cleus having  been  brought  here  by  Bavag- 
noli. 

We  have  thus  far  heard  "La  Boheme," 
"Lucia,"  and  "Traviata,"  ail  of  which  have 
been  admirably  done,  and  have  given  us  the 
best  sort  of  an  opinion  of  the  artists  brought 
here  by  Ettore  Patrizi,  the  general  manager 
of  the  company.  Tonight  will  see  the  first 
production  of  "Conchita,"  the  wonderful  Zan- 
donai  opera,  which  may  truly  be  said  to  have 
created  a  veritable  sensation  at  Covent  Gar- 
den. London,  where  it  was  produced  with 
Tarquinia  Tarquini,  the  noted  prima  donna, 
in  the  title-role.  The  same  artist  will  ap- 
pear with  the  Lambardi  forces  at  the  Cort 
Theatre.  Tonight's  performance  will  mark 
the  first  presentation  of  the  opera  in 
America. 

The  repertory  for  next  week  is  as  follows : 
Tomorrow  night,  'Conchita" :  Monday  night, 
"Madame  Butterfly,"  with  Matini  in  the  title- 
role  and  Agostini  as  Pinkerton ;  Tuesday 
night,  "Conchita" :  Wednesday  matinee, 
"Madame  Butterfly" ;  Wednesday  night, 
"Traviata" ;  Thursday  night,  "Conchita" ; 
Friday  night,  "Rigoletto,"  with  Pereira  as 
Gilda  and  Giardini  in  the  title-role ;  Saturday 
matinee,  "Conchita,"  and  Saturday  night, 
"Madame  Butterfly." 


Lieutenant  Harold  Naylor,  U.  S-  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Xaylor,  of  Honolulu,  are  rejoicing  over 
the  advent  of  a  daughter,  born  last  week  at 
the  Presidio  in  this  city.  Mrs.  Naylor  was 
formerly  Miss  Peggy  Simpson. 


Oscar  Figman,  who  was  one  of  the  first  to 
play  the  role  of  Popoff  in  "The  Merry 
Widow,"  has  been  reengaged  by  Henry  W. 
Savage  for  this  season's  revival  of  Franz  Le- 
har's  popular  operetta. 


Grape  Fete  to  Aid  San  Anselmo  Orphanage. 

To  provide  funds  for  an  addition  to  the 
dormitory  of  the  Presbyterian  Orphanage  and 
Farm  at  San  Anselmo,  the  society  women  of 
the  bay  cities  will  hold  a  grape  festival  on 
October  5.  Mrs.  A.  E.  Kent  has  thrown 
open  her  beautiful  Kentfield  grounds  for  the 
purpose.  The  boys'  dormitory  of  the  farm, 
which  provides  a  home  for  one  hundred  chil- 
dren of  both  sexes  and  all  conditions,  is 
overflowing,  and  an  addition  is  imperative. 
The  patronesses  of  the  institution  will  try  to 
raise  $5000  at  the  festival.  The  leading  fea- 
ture of  the  festival  will  be  the  grape  booth, 
where  baskets  of  the  season's  fruits  are  to  be 
on  display.  Miss  Lilla  Boole,  Miss  Parsons, 
Mrs.  Winfield  Scott  Davis,  and  Mrs.  John 
Dempster  McKee  have  charge  of  this  feature. 

The  orphanage  is  located  at  San  Anselmo, 
within  ten  minutes'  walk  of  the  station. 
Visitors  from  San  Francisco  may  take  the 
Northwestern  Pacific  Railroad  from  the  Sau- 
salito  ferry*  slip.  The  festival  at  Kentfield, 
near  the  orphanage,  will  be  held  from  eleven 
until  six,  and  several  thousand  people  are 
expected. 

■«*-«• 

The  home  in  Mare  Island  of  Lieutenant 
Randolph  Perry  Scudder,  U.  S.  X.,  and  Mrs. 
Scudder  has  been  brightened  by  the  advent 
of  a  daughter. 


The  home  in  Mill  Valley  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Wallace  X.  Wright  (formerly  Miss  Dorothy 
Bridge)  has  been  *  brightened  by  the  advent 
of  a  son. 


OPEN  ALL  WINTER 

The  Peninsula 

"A  Hotel  in  a  Garden" 

SAN  MATEO,  CAL. 

Thirty  Minutes  from  San  Francisco 
Club  House  and  Auto  Grill 

An  unusnal  reduction  in  Winter  Rates  begin- 
ning October  1, 1912.    Write  for  particulars. 

JAS.  H.  DOOLITTLE,  Manager 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Can  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 

under,  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


The  safe  deposit  hoses  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $4  a 
rear  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  ud  Market  Su. 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Tea   served   in 
Tapestry  Room 

from 
four  to  six  o'clock 

Special  Music 
Fixed    Price 

A  Daily  Social  Event 


September  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


207 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


The  completion  of  the  Mission  viaduct, 
characterized  as  the  most  important  district 
improvement  in  the  last  decade,  was  cele- 
brated Sunday  afternoon  under  the  auspices 
of  the  Mission  Promotion  Association.  More 
than  2500  men,  women,  and  children  as- 
sembled under  the  trees  of  the  old  St.  Mary's 
College  site,  where  a  temporary  speakers* 
platform  and  grandstand  had  been  erected, 
and  participated  in  the  festivities.  There 
were  music,  oratory,  and,  finally,  dancing  to 
bring  the  day's  celebration  to  a  close. 


William  Jennings  Bryan  received  the 
plaudits  of  more  than  ten  thousand  men  and 
women  Tuesday  night.  To  the  crowd  that 
filled  Dreamland  Rink  before  six  o'clock  he 
spoke  at  nine  o'clock,  bespeaking  for  Wood- 
row  Wilson  the  support  he  asked  for  himself 
in  three  presidential  campaigns.  To  an  en- 
thusiastic crowd  that  filled  the  National  The- 
atre before  seven  o'clock  he  spoke  at  10:30, 
and    flayed    Roosevelt's    Socialistic    doctrines. 


An  exhibition  of  the  works  of  San  Fran- 
cisco women  artists  was  held  Wednesday  at 
the  Century  Club,  where  the  club  members 
and  their  guests  were  entertained  at  a  recep 
tion  in  the  evening. 


Miss  Nellie  Schmidt  of  Alameda  has  the 
distinction  of  being  the  first  swimmer,  man 
or  woman,  to  circle  all  four  of  the  Seal  Rocks. 
She  accomplished  the  feat  Tuesday  morning. 
Her  time  around  the  rocks  from  the  time  she 
took  her  first  stroke  off  the  beach  south  of 
the  Cliff  House  until  she  touched  ground 
again  at  the  same  place  was  thirty-four 
minutes  and  fifty  seconds. 


San  Francisco  will  have  a  real  baseball  field 
by  the  opening  of  the  1914  baseball  season. 
An  option  has  been  taken  on  property  bounded 
by  Valencia,  Mission,  Twenty-Sixth,  and 
Army  Streets.  The  lot  has  a  frontage  of  450 
feet  on  Mission  Street,  475  feet  on  Army 
Street,  and  400  feet  on  Valencia  Street.  The 
ground  has  been  surveyed  and  plans  for  the 
baseball   fie'd  laid. 


The  executive  committee  of  the  California 
Miners'  Association  has  called  the  sixteenth 
annual  convention  in  Native  Sons'  Hall,  this 
city,  on  December  9,  10  and  11. 


Two  days  out  of  Hongkong,  August  28,  the 
Pacific  Mail  liner  Persia,  Captain  John  Hill, 
which  arrived  here  Wednesday,  September  25, 
ran  into  a  terrific  typhoon,  which  left  death 
and  disaster  in  its  wake  in  Formosa  and 
China.  For  twenty-four  hours  the  steamer 
labored  in  the  teeth  of  the  storm  while  her 
decks  were  flooded  fore  and  aft. 


With  every  seat  in  the  Hamilton  Square 
Baptist  Church  occupied,  the  second  day  of 
the  sixty-second  annual  meeting  of  the  San 
Francisco  Baptist  Association  opened  Tuesday 
morning.  The  session  has  been  attended  with 
enthusiasm  on  the  part  of  the  congregation, 
as  a  membership  of  4000  is  represented  and 
three  new  congregations  were  admitted  to  the 
association. 


The  Music  Division  in  the  Public  Library. 
In  1901-1902  Mme.  Emilia  Tojetti,  of  the 
California  Club,  first  suggested  having  music 
in  the  Public  Library-  The  trustees  asked 
Mme.  Tojetti  to  select  music  to  the  amount 
of  $100.  After  that  a  hundred  dollars  a  year 
was  appropriated,  and,  among  others.  Dr. 
Louis  Lisser  was  asked  to  aid  in  the  selec- 
tions. He  gave,  also,  liberally  from  his  pri- 
vate library.  This  entire  collection  was  de- 
stroyed  in  the  fire   of  April,    1906. 

The  present  collection  has  been  made  pos- 
sible by  the  splendid  cooperation  of  Mr. 
Julius  Rehn  Weber,  who  secured  for  this  li- 
brary the  large  circulating  library  of  the 
Boston  Music  Company,  branch  of  G.  Schir- 
mer's  New  York  house,  amounting  to  many 
thousands  of  pieces ;  through  Mr.  Weber's 
energy  in  building  up  this  department  of  the 
library,  composers,  publishers,  and  private 
parties  were  written  to  and  all  have  con- 
tributed liberally. 

American  composers  are  well  represented, 
among  them  are  MacDowell,  Arthur  Foote, 
Horatio  Parker,  George  William  Chadwick, 
Frederick  C.  Converse,  Edgar  Stillman 
Kelley,  Miss  Constance  Mills,  John  Orth, 
William   Sherwood. 

Local  composers  are  represented  by  the 
compositions  of  Dr.  H.  J.  Stewart,  John  W. 
Metcalf,  William  J.  McCoy,  Frederick  Zech, 
Carlos  Troyer  (who  published  his  Zuni  In- 
dian music),  H.  B.  Pasmore,  John  Pratt,  Ar- 
thur Fickenscher.  and  others.  Mr.  Arthur 
Farwell,  the  eminent  writer  and  composer, 
also  the  editor  and  publisher  of  the  Wa  Wan 
Press,  at  Newton  Centre,  Massachusetts,  who 
got  out  many  beautiful  works  of  the  younger 
school  of  American  composers,  gave  the  li- 
brary a  complete  set  of  these  compositions. 

The  division  is  fully  equipped  as  a  music 
circulating  library  with  the  best  opera  scores, 
oratorios,  cantatas,  of  the  great  song  com- 
posers. The  classics  in  pianoforte  music, 
with  many  examples  of  the  modern  school 
for  two  and  four  hands,  also  for  two  pianos, 
four,   and    eight   hands. 

The  "finding"   catalogue   has  just   been   is- 


sued, but  when  the  new  library  is  built  it  is 
hoped  that  there  will  be  a  music-room  to 
house  this  collection,  and  that  a  fully  descrip- 
tive  catalogue   will   be   issued. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 

A  Vagabond  at  the  Gates. 
What  is  this  strife  and  worry  all  about, 

This    building  up    and    tearing   down    of    things? 
I  know  a  wood  where  birds  flit  in  and  out, 

And    the    west   wind   sings. 

What  of  the  sobs  and  hate  words  that  I  hear, 
This  shouting  and  mad  barter  in   the  street? 

I  know  a  calm  hill  where  the  stars  seem  near 
And  the  airs  are  sweet. 

What  of   the  power  that  passes  in  a  breath, 
This  digging   for  the  buried  gates  of  Doom? 

I   know  a  vale  where  echoes   laugh  at  Death, 
And   the  wild    flowers   bloom. 

What  of  this  learning,   all  this   wondrous  lore, 
This     making     kites     for     winds     to     break     the 
string? 

I  know  the  fields  where  men  have  learned  before 
How  the  heart  can  sing. 

Vet  if  I  had  not  lived  this  strife  and  pain, 

Nor    shed    hot    tears,    nor    learned    of    hate    at 
last, 

I  could  not  love  so  well  the  quiet  plain 
And  the  skies  so  vast. 

Had  I  not  learned  how  power  soon  grows  old, 
Nor   gathered   from  the  lore  of  every   land, 

I  could  not  scorn  the  things  of  dross  and  gold 
For  a  grain  of  sand. 

— Glenn   Ward  Dresbach,  in  Ainslee's  Magazine. 


To  a  Sea-Bird. 


LYIKG    IS    A   CASE    IN    THE    BIRD    MUSEUM,    UNIVERSITY 
OP   TEXAS. 

In  this  dark  corner,  under  the  dim  glass. 

What    breast    is    this,    upturned    and    white    and 
still? 
— Why  are  you  here,  whose  pinions  could  surpass 
All  but  the  lightning's  speed?     Why  should  you 

fill 
This  niche,   who  erstwhile  must  have  roamed  at 
will 

The   leagues   on    leagues    of   blue. 
At    home    in    cloudy    heights    beyond    our    mortal 


Far-faring   sea-bird,    nursling   of   the   gale, 

Cliff-dweller  from  yon  cloud-banks  near  the  sun, 
What  towering  crags  of  tempest  did  you  scale. 
Before  what  mighty  winds  exulting  run? 
And    now,   by  some   earth-crawling  man  undone, 
How  low  I  find  you  here, 
Fallen   how   far   from  skies  that  were   your   native 
sphere  I 

Your  long  wings,  like  the  rain-clouds  in  their  hue. 
Restful   at   length,    how   many    miles    have    flown! 
From  earth  men  saw  a  speck  against  the  blue, 
And     thought,     "Poor     simple     bird!" — Oh,     had 

they  known 
That  you  were  but  a  transient  in  their  zone, 
And  ere  three  noons,  might  gleam 
In     foreign    skies    beyond    their     fancy's     farthest 
dream! 

You  may  have  floated  through  a  moonlit  night 
Silent   o'er   Venice  and    Italian    fields; 

You  may  have  reveled   in  the  kindred  white 

Of  glacier-burdened   Greenland;   or  where  yields 
The  Indian   Sea  its  pearls;  or  yet  where  shields 
The    Southern    Cross   aglow 

All    Polynesia's  vast  sea-prairies  dim  below. 

You  did  not   have,   like  man,   small  neighborhood; 

All  height  and  all  direction  were  your  borne; 
From  wild  coast-mountain  and  sea-verging  wood 
You   strayed  at  wilt  through   clouds   to   heaven's 

dome; 
The    earth's    four    corners,    floored    by    Ocean's 
foam, 

Your  different  chambers   they. 
And    all    sun-warmed    for    you,    or    cooled    by    the 
dashing  spray! 

Afar   from  union    with   the  elements, 

Here  in  our  lower  death  you  strangely  sleep 
In    loveliness    too    rare    for   earthly   sense, 
Born  of  the   Empyrean  and  the   Deep. 
Ob,  be  forever  with  us!     Ever  keep 

Our  thoughts  where  now  they  soar, 
Even  as  on  your  wings,  lost  in  the  Evermore! 
— Clyde   Walton  Hill,  in  Century  Magazine. 


Among  the  prominent  people  who  attended 
the  London  premiere  of  "Rebecca  of  Sunny- 
brook  Farm"  were  Mme.  de  Navarro  (Mary 
Anderson),  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Forbes-Robertson, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Faversham,  and  Miss  Ellen 
Terry.  Mrs.  Kate  Douglas  Wiggin  was  Mme. 
de  Navarro's  guest,  both  in  her  box  at  the 
theatre  and  at  supper  after  the  play.  Other 
entertainments  for  Mrs.  Wiggin  include 
week-end  parties  at  the  country  homes  of 
several  of  her  'friends — the  Forbes-Robert- 
sons, Lady  Gilbert,  Lady  MacMillan,  and 
Mrs.  Richard  Lounsbury  of  New  York,  who 
is  occupying  the  picturesque  Bishops  Farm 
at  Windsor.  During  the  four  days  of  the 
Irish  races  and  horse  show  Mrs.  Wiggin  was 
guest  at  a  brilliant  house  party  entertained 
by  Lord  and  Lady  Aberdeen  at  the  vice  regal 
lodge  in   Dublin. 


Richard  Bennett  has  been  selected  to  enact 
the  most  important  male  character  in  the 
new  Margaret  Turnbu'.l  drama  which  will 
soon  be  produced  by  Henry  W.  Savage.  Ben- 
nett's successes  have  been  numerous.  His 
portrayal  of  John  Shand  in  "What  Every 
Woman  Knows"  brought  him  first  into  en- 
viable prominence. 

«•»■ 

A  Special  Confection — Called  "Home-Made 
Specials."  A  surprising  assortment  of  de- 
licious home-made  candies  in  each  box.  Geo. 
Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


The  Story  of  IMPERIAL  Cocoa 

It  began  over  fifty  years  ago,  when  the  D. 
Ghirardelli  Company  began  manufacturing 
products  of  the  cocoa  bean  in  San  Francisco. 
For  a  long  time  they  knew  there  must  be  a 
way  of  making  a  better  cocoa  than  any  then 
on  the  market.  They  decided  to  make  it. 
For  years  they  worked  along  this  idea.  It 
took  lots  of  money,  patience  and  determina- 
tion.    Finally  they  succeeded. 

Ghirardelli's  Imperial  Cocoa  is  the  re- 
sult It  came  to  meet  the  demand  for 
an  extremely  high  quality  article  at  a 
moderate  price.  It  is  made  by  a  special 
process,  and  possesses  strength,  aroma 
and  nutritive  qualities  such  as  no  other 
cocoa  ever  had. 

For  sale  by  all  best  grocers         See  that  yours  keeps  it 
Say   ' '  Imp  e  rial ' ' 


The  Beel  Quartet. 

The  Beel  Quartet,  which  established  itself 
so  favorably  last  season,  announces  a  second 
series  of  concerts,  to  be  given  at  intervals  of 
about  three  weeks,  commencing  Sunday  after- 
noon, November  3,  the  remaining  events  be- 
ing  scheduled    for   Tuesday   nights. 

No  more  important  factor  in  the  musical 
education  of  a  community  exists  than  a  string 
quartet,  and  Mr.  Beel  and  his  associates  have 
been  rehearsing  most  faithfully  throughout 
the  summer  with  the  one  idea  of  excelling 
even  the  high  standard  achieved  by  last  sea- 
son's efforts  and  making  the  Beel  Quartet 
as  closely  identified  with  the  musical  develop- 
ment here  as  has  the  Kneisel  Quartet  in  Bos- 
ton. Full  particulars  will  be  shortly  an- 
nounced. 


Perhaps  the  most  wonderful  toy  in  the 
world  is  owned  by  a  Russian  prince,  who 
lavished  a  fortune  of  $60,000  on  a  mechanical 
theatre.  The  stage  is  fitted  up  with  every  ac- 
cessory in  the  shape  of  scenery  and  ma- 
chinery that  modern  skill  has  devised,  and 
the  actors  are  figures  as  large  as  life,  all 
dressed  as  sumptuously  and  appropriately  as 
their  living  prototypes.  The  prince's  reper- 
tory covers  almost  all  the  most  popular 
operas ;  and  it  is  only  necessary  to  press,  a 
button  to  set  the  whole  marvelous  machinery 
in  motion.  The  actors  make  their  entry  on 
the  stage  and  play  their  varied  parts  with 
appropriate  gesture,  while  a  number  of  phono- 
graphs supply  the  vocal  parts  in  the  voices 
of  the  leading  operatic  singers. 


From  an  interview  with  Mme.  Schumann- 
Heink,  appearing  in  the  New  York  Musical 
Courier  of  September  1 1  :  "Tell  the  mu- 
sical world,"  said  the  singer,  "that  I  have 
added  a  large  number  of  songs  in  English 
to  my  repertory.  I  shall  sing  selections  from 
a  new  Indian  cycle  of  songs  by  Stewart,  the 
California  composer,  at  my  New  York  recital 
during  the  early  part  of  January.  I  regard 
these  songs  as  being  more  strikingly  charac- 
teristic of  Indian  lore  than  any  I  have 
studied."  The  cycle  referred  to  is  entitled, 
"Legends  of  Yosemite,"  by  Allan  Dunn  and 
H.  J.   Stewart. 


COR0NA0O  BEACnVcAUfORNlA 


The  climate  of  Coronado  is  id<_-al  for 
outdoor  sports  and  recreation  at  all 
times  ot  the  year.  The  hotel  is  noted 
for  its  unequalled  Cuisine.  Every  cour- 
tesy and  attention  accorded  guests- 
American  Plan; 
$1.00  per  day  and  upwards. 

JOHN  J.  HERMAN,  Manager,  Coronado,  Cal. 

H.  F.  Norcrou,  Agt.,  334  So.  Spring  St. 

Los  Angeles,  C&L 


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Henpecked  Man — And  to  think  that  even 
when  I'm  dead  I  shan't  have  any  peace. 
We've  a   fami'y  vault. — Sourire. 

Baker — In  five  years  you  won't  see  a  horse 
on  the  street.  Wayburn — Yes:  they  would 
be  safer  on  the  sidewalks. — The  Causeur. 

Knicker — Do  you  understand  mortgages? 
Bicker — Yes;  the  first  is  for  the  car  and  the 
second  is  for  the  upkeep. — New  York  Sun. 

"Bindley  had  a  queer  experience  in  New 
York  last  week."  ''What  happened  to  him?" 
"He  had  $50  when  he  got  away." — Chicago 
Record-Herald. 

Stella — Are  they  in  love  ?  Bella — They 
must  be ;  she  listens  to  him  describe  a  ball 
game  and  he  listens  to  her  describe  a  gown. 
— Brooklyn  Life. 

Mrs.  Datus — Is  your  daughter  marrying 
well  ?  Mrs.  Argo — M*  dear,  she'll  never  need 
to  worry  where  the  gasoline  is  coming  from 
— New  York  Globe. 

"I've  tried  all  kinds  of  health  foods,  but 
none  of  them  seems  to  fit  my  case."  "What 
is  it  you  are  troubled  with?"  "An  appetite." 
— Boston    Transcript. 

"I  see  society  people  at  Newport  had  a 
baby  show."  "Where  did  they  get  the  ba- 
bies?" "It  was  a  loan  exhibition,  I  believe." 
— Washington  Herald. 

"There  is  some  talk  of  abolishing  the  cabi- 
net." "What  would  take  its  place?"  "They 
might  let  each  department  be  conducted  by 
some  magazine." — Kansas  City  Journal. 

Mrs.  Exe — Is  Mrs.  Youngbride  a  good 
housekeeper  ?  Mrs.  Wye — Well,  when  I 
dropped  in  on  her  she  was  trying  to  make 
bread  in   a  chafing  dish. — Boston   Transcript. 

"Why  is  it  that  the  dog  is  always  referred 
to  as  the  most  intelligent  animal  ?"  "Because 
he  knows  how  to  get  a  good  living  without 
doing  any  work,"  replied  the  horse. — New 
Orleans  Picayune. 

"I  suppose,"  observed  the  tramp,  bitterly, 
"you  would  like  to  have  me  get  off  the  earth. 
But 'I  can  not."  "Have  you  tried  soft  soap?* 
asked  the  woman  in  the  blue  gingham  dress, 
dispassionately. — Puck. 

"My  dear,  would  you  have  time  to  sew  a 
button  on  for  me  before  you  go  ?"  "I've  told 
you  before,  Alfred,  Jane  will  do  it  for  you. 
Please  remember  you  married  a  typewriter, 
not  a  sewing  machine." — New  York   World. 

"Henry,  here's  a  hair  on  your  coat !"  "Yes, 
dear,  it's  one  of  yours."  "But  it's  a  blonde 
hair,  and  my  hair  is  black."  "I  know,  dear, 
but  you  must  remember  I  haven't  worn  this 
coat  before  in  a  month." — Yonkers  States- 
man. 

"Do  you  mean  to  say  that  such  a  physical 
wreck  as  he  gave  you  that  black  eye  ?"  asked 
the  magistrate.  "Sure,  your  honor,  he  wasn't 
a  physical  wreck  till  after  he  gave  me  the 
b'ack  eye,"  replied  the  complaining  wife. — 
London  Telegraph. 

"There's  nothing  like  the  roast  beef  of 
old  England,"  declared  the  man  with  the 
monocle.  "I  can  go  bail  for  that,  old 
chappie,"  responded  the  Kansas  City  man. 
"We  ship  a  good  bit  of  it  out  of  Kansas 
City." — Washington  Herald. 

Young  Lady — What  is  the  secret  of  your 
happy  life  with  both  your  husbands — two 
such  different  men?  Old  Lady — Why,  I  guess 
I  wasn't  fussy  over  trifles.  And  then  I  let 
them  have  their  own  way  sometimes.  They 
thought  they  always  did. — Cleveland  Plain 
Dealer. 

"I  notice,  senator,"  said  the  beautiful  girl. 
'that  you  are  advocating  a  good  man}'  things 
which  you  said  four  years  ago  would  ruin  the 
country."  "Yes."  "What  has  caused  you  to 
believe  in  them?"  "I  don't  believe  in  them; 
but  the  public  seems  to." — Chicago  Record- 
Herald. 

"Father,  is  it  true  that  two  can  live  as 
cheaply  as  one?"  "That's  an  old  saying,  my 
dear."  "Do  you  believe  it?"  "I  think  it  can 
be  done."  "But  if  I  marry  George  do  you 
think  you  can  manage  to  support  him  with 
the  sum  you  now  spend  on  me  every  year?" 
— Detroit  Free  Press. 

College  Son — This  is  my  room,  pop.  Cost 
$2000  for  this  furniture.  Probably  seems 
steep  to  you.  Father — No ;  but  when  you  get 
hard  up  along  about  the  middle  of  the  term, 
don't  you  sell  the  stuff  to  the  junkman  for 
fifty  dollars.  Send  it  home,  and  I'll  give  you 
a  hundred  for  it. — Puck. 

"Yes."  said  Mr.  Dustin  Stax,  "there  are 
$100,000  jobs  waiting  for  young  men  who  are 
competent  to  fill  them."  "What  require- 
ments would  you  expect?"  "Well,  he'd  have 
to  show  that  he  was  competent  to  establish 
and  run  as  big  a  business  as  mine  on  his 
own  account.  And  then,  of  course,  he 
wouldn't  need  the  job." — Washington  Star. 

"Bang !"  went  the  rifles  at  the  manoeuvres. 
"Oo-oo,"  screamed  the  pretty  girl — a  nice, 
decorous,  surprised  little  scream.  She  stepped 
backward  into  the  surprised  arms  of  a  young 


man.  "Oh,"  said  she,  blushing.  "I  was 
frightened  by  the  rifles.  I  beg  your  pardon." 
"Not  at  a.l,"  said  the  young  man.  "Let's  go 
over  and  watch  the  artillery. — Cincinnati 
Times-Star. 

"It  is  comfortable  to  see  one's  husband 
sitting  down  after  dinner  to  enjoy  his  cigar, 
and  then  there  is  something  rather  soothing 
about  the  aroma  of  a  good  cigar,  too."  "Oh, 
I  don't  care  anything  about  the  comfort  of 
it  or  the  aroma  ;  but  as  long  as  my  husband 
smokes,  it  will  always  be  easy  to  tell  him 
how  to  begin  when  he  insists  that  we  have 
got  to  economize." — Judge. 

"That  done  it !"  muttered  the  burglar,  as 
his  chin  came  in  contact  with  a  chair  and 
overturned  it.  And  he  spoke  the  truth.  It 
did  do  it.  A  sudden  movement  above,  a  hur- 
ried descent  of  stairs  and  Sikes  found  him- 
self staring  into  a  revolver.  "Now,  then, 
hands  up!"  cried  the  householder.  "What 
have  you  stolen  ?"  "Only  your  wife's  pet 
dog,"  rep'.ied  the  burglar.  "If  that's  all,  you 
may  sneak  out  quietly,"  said  the  householder. 
"But  you've  got  something  besides  that,  you 
rascal."  "Only  your  mother-in-law's  parrot." 
"You  don't  say  so  !  Here's  some  loose  change 
for  you.  Anything  else  ?"  "Yes,"  said  the 
burglar.  "Your  daughter's  phonograph." 
"Good  fellow !"  exclaimed  the  householder. 
"Here's  a  sovereign  for  you."  "And  your 
son's  punching  bag."  "My  dear  sir,"  ex- 
claimed the  householder,  de'ightedly,  "I  only 
wish  you  could  manage  the  grand  piano,  then 
I  should  have  peace  in  my  house  at  last ! 
Still,  of  course,  that  can't  be,  but  will  you 
share  a  bottle  of  champagne  with  me  before 
you  go  ?" — Tit-Bits. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Recall  in  Seattle— Mr.  Bryan— The 
California  Presidential  Ballot — Reed  College — Moral 
Reform,  as  It  Works  Out — The  Main  Issue — "Ulster 
Will  Fight"  — Too  Much  Referendum  —  Editorial 
Notes   209-211 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn 212 

OLD   FAVORITES:     "The  Bell-Buoy  at   Mount   Desert,"  by 

J.     T.    Trowbridge 212 

FORTIETH  THOUSAND  "THUNDERER":  A  Red-Letter 
Day  in  the  Annals  of  the  London  Times.  By  Henry 
C.    Shelley    213 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 213 

SOMETHING     MORE     THAN     WOMAN:     A     Surgeon's 

Tragic    Experiment.     By  W.    Edson   Smith 214 

JAMES  McNEILL  WHISTLER:  Mr.  Thomas  R.  Way  Re- 
calls Some  of  the  Memories  of  Nearly  Twenty  Years' 
Close    Association    215 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. .  .216-217 

"FANNY'S    FIRST    PLAY":     Wit    and    Humor    in    Bernard 

Shaw's  Farce,  Now    Running  in  New  York 21S 

THE   QUEEN   OF   HEARTS 218 

TARQUIXI      AND       "CONCHITA."     By      Josephine      Hart 

Phelps    219 

FOYER   AND    BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 219 

VANITY  FAIR:  National  Administration  Said  to  Be 
Housekeeping  on  a  Big  Scale — A  Matter  of  Telephone 
Messages  and  Delicatessen  Shops  Only — Feminine 
Management  of  Details — The  Corset  as  a  Preventive  of 
Tuberculosis — How  the  Legs  Move — Exaggerating 
Fashionable  Eccentricities — Worshiping  the  Home  of 
the    Wealthiest     Baby 220 

STORY'ETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             221 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 221 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             222 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    223 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal   Wits  of  the   Day 224 

The  Recall  in  Seattle. 

The  unemployed  reformers  of  Seattle,  finding  that 
time  hangs  somewhat  heavily  upon  their  hands,  have 
decided  to  recall  Mayor  Cotterill,  who  for  twenty  years 
has  upheld  the  banner  of  social  purity  and  fought  man- 
fully for  the  good,  the  beautiful,  and  the  true.  It  is 
now  several  weeks  since  there  was  a  recall  election  in 
Seattle  and  this  renewed  activity  is  therefore  pleasant 
evidence  that  the  wheels  of  the  new  mechanism  will 
not  be  allowed  to  rust.  The  nature  of  the  mayor's 
offense  is  a  little  dubious,  but  that,  after  all,  is  a  minor 
consideration.  If  he  has  not  done  the  things  charged 
against  him  he  has  probably  done  others  not  yet  dis- 
closed but  just  as  bad,  and  if  his  conscience  is  not 
troubling  him  that  merely  shows  what  a  seared  con- 
science he  must  have.  So  far  as  the  facts  can  be  ascer- 
tained it  seems  that  the  mayor  has  given  offense  by 
his  efforts  to  make  Seattle  uninhabitable  by  every  one 
who  can  not  persuade  the  police  that  he,  or  she,  13 
pure.  Xot  that  Seattle  hankers  after  impurity.  Far 
from  it.  Purity  is  Seattle's  long  suit,  but  there  should 
be  moderation  in  all  things,  and  Seattle  does  not  want 


to  be  too  pure.  Moreover,  there  is  some  well-founded 
doubt  whether  the  police  are  qualified  to  look  into  the 
human  heart  and  pronounce  upon  its  purity.  There 
have  been  cases  where  their  omniscience  has  led  them 
astray  and  where  men  and  women  have  been  arrested 
under  suspicion  of  lurking  impurities  and  have  then 
been  found  to  be  pure.  Mayor  Cotterill  is  therefore 
attacked  not  only  by  those  abandoned  and  shameless 
ones  who  are  avowedly  impure  and  proud  of  it,  but 
by  the  others  who  wish  to  be  pure  but  not  too  pure, 
who  favor  a  sort  of  neutral  tint,  so  to  speak,  and  who 
therefore  resent  the  rigid  imposition  of  a  compulsory 
virtue  by  a  police  force  distinguished  for  a  fanatical 
and  unbending  virtue.  Doubtless  there  are  other 
counts  in  the  indictment  of  the  unfortunate  mayor,  but 
what  do  they  matter,  any  of  them?  The  fact  remains 
that  a  gallows  has  been  built  and  therefore  some  one  i 
must  be  hanged.  ♦ 


Mr.  Bryan. 

A  story  of  Abraham  Lincoln,  hitherto  unpublished 
we  believe,  exhibits  the  sources  of  the  judgment  which 
rendered  his  estimates  of  men  all  but  infallible. 
For  many  years  it  was  Mr.  Lincoln's  custom  to  reply 
publicly,  after  a  period  of  deliberation,  to  every  im- 
portant political  address  delivered  in  his  home  town  of 
Springfield,  usually  one  week  later  and  from  the  same 
platform.  Upon  one  occasion  Senator  Stephen  A. 
Douglas,  then  at  the  height  of  his  prestige,  spoke  to  a 
large  audience  at  Springfield  in  support  of  his  theo- 
ries and  policies,  and  with  telling  effect.  Next  morn- 
ing Mr.  Lincoln  entered  a  local  store,  falling  inci- 
dentally into  free  talk  with  a  young  man  of  nineteen 
or  twenty  who  was  serving  as  salesman  behind  the 
counter.  "I  don't  think,  Mr.  Lincoln,"  said  the  youth, 
"that  you  or  anybody  can  meet  Mr.  Douglas's  ar- 
guments. Why,  Mr.  Lincoln" — his  voice  rising  to  the 
pitch  of  enthusiasm — "that  was  the  greatest  speech 
ever  made  in  Springfield.  And  Mr.  Douglas  is  the 
greatest  man  in  the  United  States."  After  his  de- 
liberate fashion  Mr.  Lincoln  replied,  "My  young 
friend,  I  agree  with  you  to  this  extent,  that  the 
speech  was  in  its  way  a  formidable  one.  It  was 
adroitly  conceived  and  it  was  brilliantly  spoken.  But 
it  was  not  a  great  speech  and  Judge  Douglas  is  not  a 
great  man.  It  was  not  a  great  speech  because  there 
were  involved  in  it  as  fundamental  to  its  argument  three 
misstatements  of  fact;  Judge  Douglas  is  not  a  great 
man  because  he  knew  that  what  he  said  was  not  the 
truth." 

This  incident  came  impressively  to  the  mind  of 
one  who  last  Wednesday  listened  attentively  to  the 
address  of  Mr.  William  J.  Bryan  before  a  com- 
pany assembled  in  the  banquet  room  of  the  St. 
Francis  Hotel.  It  was  an  occasion  marked  by  dignity 
and  seriousness  of  mind.  Mr.  Bryan,  regarded  merely 
as  an  orator,  was  at  his  best.  His  presence,  his  man- 
ner, his  voice,  were  tuned  in  harmony  with  the  hour. 
If  Mr.  Bryan  had  been  a  great  man,  he  would  have 
approached  his  theme  under  the  inspirations  of  abso- 
lute candor.  He  would  have  sought  to  exhibit  in  ut- 
most sincerity  the  whole  truth  of  his  theme.  What  he 
did  do,  under  the  guise  of  a  non-partisan  address,  was 
to  exploit  merely  the  partisan  aspects  of  his  subject. 
He  did  not,  indeed,  say  anything  that  was  not  true  in 
a  direct  sense,  but  he  so  limited  his  statements  as  in 
effect  to  give  a  one-sided  and  therefore  unfaithful  pre- 
sentment. He  dealt  with  an  economic  issue,  not  after 
the  manner  of  one  anxious  to  present  a  comprehensive 
and  unbiased  argument,  but  in  the  spirit  and  after  the 
method  of  a  vote-getting  "spellbinder."  It  was  the 
speech,  not  of  an  economist  in  a  scientific  sense,  not  of 
a  statesman  in  the  highest  and  best  sense,  but  of  an 
adroit  and  persuasive  partisan  politician. 

Mr.  Bryan  has  unquestioned  powers  as  an  orator. 
The  grace  of  his  manner  is  irresistible.  Nobody  can 
hear  his  measured  and  musical  phrases  without  grant- 
ing their  restraint  and  their  charm.  Mr.  Bryan  has 
undoubtedly    the    merit    of    sincerity    in    that    he    is 


earnest  in  the  causes  for  which  he  contends.  If 
he  presented  himself  as  a  politician  merely,  there 
would  be  nothing  to  criticize  in  his  matter  or  his 
manner.  But  one  who  approaches  the  discussion 
of  public  questions  from  the  professed  standpoint 
of  a  student  and  under  the  avowed  motives  of 
moral  inspiration  and  enthusiasm,  fails  and  fails  sadlv 
when  he  omits  significant  and  essential  considerations 
and  attains  positive  conclusions  upon  partial  and  biased 
presentments. 

Mr.  Bryan  is  a  gallant  and  ingratiating  figure  in  the 
politics  of  the  day.  No  man  before  the  public  is  more 
worthy  of  a  certain  limited  admiration,  a  certain 
limited  approval.  But  there  is  nothing  great  about 
Mr.  Bryan  as  a  public  teacher.  Mr.  Bryan  is  not  a 
great  man.  . 


The  California  Presidential  Ballot. 

However  it  may  be  regarded  under  the  standards  of 
common  honesty,  the  Argonaut  (albeit  no  lawyer)  is 
disposed  to  agree  with  the  attorney-general  that  legal 
power  to  name  an  electoral  ticket  under  the  heading 
"Republican"  rests  with  those  duly  charged  by  the  law 
with  that  authority.  The  fact  that  a  majority  of  the 
persons  so  authorized  are  not  Republicans  and  that 
they  seek  to  betray  the  trust  in  their  hands,  is,  ' 
we  think,  a  matter  of  morals  rather  than  of  law.  The 
State  Supreme  Court  has  the  issue  under  consideration 
and  its  judgment  will  determine,  but  we  shall  not  be 
surprised  if  that  judgment  shall  sustain  the  Bull- 
Moosers  in  the  technical  right  to  do  an  obvious  wrong. 
We  can  easily  believe  that  the  justices  of  the  Supreme 
Court  will  have  to  hold  their  noses  if  compelled  to  sus- 
tain the  legal  right  to  do  a  gross  moral  wrong;  but 
none  the  less  they  may  have  to  do  it. 

The  status  of  the  case  is  as  follows :  The  "Progres- 
sive" majority  in  the  formally  constituted  Republican 
State  Convention  have  named  a  full  ticket  of  electoral 
candidates  pledged  to  the  Progressive  nominees  and  have 
directed  this  ticket  be'  put  on  the  ballot  as  "Repub- 
lican." A  minority  of  the  same  convention  made  up 
of  true  Republicans  declined  to  participate  in  the  pro- 
ceedings carried  forward  by  the  majority.  Regarding 
themselves  as  custodians  of  Republican  interests,  they 
filled  up  their  ranks  by  special  appointment  to  the  num- 
ber required  for  a  quorum  and  then  proceeded  to  nomi- 
nate a  full  electoral  ticket  of  loyal  Republicans,  demand- 
ing of  the  secretary  of  state  that  this  ticket  be  placed 
on  the  ballot  under  the  Republican  name.  Concurrently 
they  protested  in  due  form  against  the  designation  as 
Republicans  of  electoral  candidates  claiming  official 
character  as  Republicans  but  in  fact  pledged  to  the  Pro- 
gressive candidates.  The  secretary  of  state,  embar- 
rassed by  a  conflict  of  demands,  proposed  a  compro- 
mise. His  idea  was  to  designate  the  loyal  Republican 
nominees  as  "Republicans  favoring  Taft"  and  the  Pro- 
gressives as  "Republicans  favoring  Roosevelt."  For 
reasons  easily  understood  this  plan  was  protested  by 
the  loyal  Republicans,  who  resent  the  use  of  the  Re- 
publican name  by  those  who  have  disavowed  obligation 
to  Republican  authority  and  who  have,  on  the  other 
hand,  declared  their  affiliation  with  and  support  of  the 
Progressive  party.  The  secretary  of  state  passed  the 
matter  on  to  the  attorney-general ;  and  the  attorney- 
general  holds  that  the  legal  right  rests  with  the  state 
convention  as  originally  organized,  that  convention 
being  the  duly  constituted  legal  authority  in  the  mat- 
ter. This  opinion  has  been  challenged  by  the  conven- 
tion organized  in  the  interest  of  the  loyal  Republicans 
under  legal  processes,  and  the  matter  is  now  in  the 
hands  of  the  Supreme  Court. 

Of  the  moral  rights  of  the  case  there  can  be  m 
doubt  in  minds  not  biased  or  blinded  by  partisan  feel- 
ing. In  common  sense  and  common  honesty,  only 
electoral  condidates  loyal  to  the  Republican  party  and 
to  its  nominees  ought  to  go  on  the  ballot  under  the 
designation  "Republican."  In  common  sense  and  com- 
mon honesty  Progressive  candidates  ought  to  go  on 
the  ballot  designated  "Progressive."     The  t 


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October  S,  1912. 


iug  been  chosen  as  members  of  a  nominally  Republican 
convention  can  not  in  reason  or  morals  be  urged  as 
justifying  men  who  are  not  Republicans  in  a  fraudu- 
lent use  of  the  name  "Republican."  One  who  by  acci- 
dent or  design  finds  himself  for  the  moment  in  posses- 
sion of  property  not  his  own  has  no  right  other  than 
that  of  the  thief — if  a  thief  may  be  said  to  have  any 
right — to  divert  such  property  to  his  own  uses  in  de- 
fiance of  the  rights  and  wishes  of  the  real  owner. 

Apart  from  its  political  and  moral  interest,  the  inci- 
dent has  a  distinct  value  in  exposing  the  inutility  and 
the  hazard  of  a  complicated  and  obsolete  system  of 
presidential  selection.  The  fraud  proposed  by  the  Pro- 
gressive part}'  in  California  would  be  impracticable  and 
impossible  were  it  not  for  the  fiction  involved  in  our 
round-about  system  of  election.  Whether  or  not  the 
outrageous  and  fraudulent  procedure  now  proposed  in 
California  shall  be  carried  into  execution,  the  attempt 
to  do  it  puts  upon  our  electoral  machinery  the  stamp 
of  unfitness  and  the  condemnation  of  intelligent  and 
honest  men.  We  venture  the  prediction  that  however 
the  matter  shall  work  out,  this  case  will  mark  the  be- 
ginning of  a  movement  whose  end  will  witness  the 
passing  of  a  system  which  no  longer  serves  any  pur- 
pose, but  which  on  the  other  hand  affords  a  means  to 
the  hand  of  dishonest  intrigue. 

It  is  worth  noting  in  this  connection  that  it  has 
remained  for  California  alone  to  bear  the  shame  of  an 
attempt  in  defiance  of  every  rule  of  fair  dealing  and 
every  suggestion  of  plain  morality.  In  Oregon  a  single 
Progressive  contrived  to  sneak  himself  into  a  place 
on  the  Republican  electoral  ticket,  only  to  be  called 
down  under  reproach  and  disgrace  by  the  authorities 
of  the  Progressive  movement  in  that  state.  In  Kan- 
sas the  same  kind  of  fraud  as  that  sought  to  be  perpe- 
trated in  California  was  successful  to  the  point  of 
officially  enrolling  Progressive  candidates  under  the 
Republican  name.  Then  there  came  upon  the  Progres- 
sive authorities  such  a  sense  of  injustice  and  of  shame, 
such  a  reaction  of  conscience,  that  the  project  was 
abandoned  with  open  acknowledgments  and  humiliating 
apologies.  It  is  not  to  the  credit  of  California  that 
the  Progressive  movement  here  is  sustained  in  dis- 
honest courses  by  a  more  calloused  hardihood. 


Reed  College. 

Those  friends  of  education — and  they  are  many — who 
have  come  to  regard  the  colossal  modern  American  uni- 
versity with  many  doubts  and  some  fears,  will  give 
interested  attention  to  a  school  just  now  beginning  at 
Portland,  Oregon,  which  in  its  aims  and  policies  de- 
parts notably  from  some  popular  standards.  We  refer 
to  Reed  College,  founded  upon  the  beneficence  of 
Simeon  G.  and  Amanda  Reed,  pioneer  residents  of 
Oregon,  who  bequeathed  practically  their  whole  fortune 
of  some  two  or  three  million  dollars  to  this  purpose. 
First,  the  new  institution  calls  itself  not  a  university 
but  a  college,  thereby  seeking  to  secure  a  certain  con- 
centration of  motive  and  energy,  and  at  the  same  time 
avoiding  some  pretensions  not  in  strict  harmony  with 
the  spirit  of  academic  culture.  Reed  College  will  stand 
apart  from  state  support;  and  while  there  is  money 
enough  for  essential  purposes,  there  is  none  to  waste 
either  in  architectural  elaboration  or  in  expansive 
schemes  of  any  kind.  Even  if  there  should  be  the  desire 
to  employ  famous  men  in  the  faculty,  there  will  be  no 
means  to  do  it.  The  teaching  force  as  it  is  planned 
will  be  made  of  men  of  sound  and  wholesome  culture, 
but  of  actual  teachers  rather  than  of  dignitaries  distin- 
guished in  literary  and  other  forms  of  intellectual 
activity — too  much  engrossed  as  individual  careerists  to 
give  other  than  perfunctory  attention  to  academic 
duties.  The  functions  of  the  president  are  so  laid 
down  that  he  will  have  no  time  to  devote  to  sociological 
latitudinarianism,  if  we  may  invent  a  phrase,  or  to 
political  ambitions.  It  is  not  within  the  scope  of  Reed 
College  to  provide  leadership  in  the  business  of  social 
reform,  a  glass  of  fashion  to  arrange  the  formalisms 
of  society,  governors,  senators,  diplomats,  or  presi- 
dents. 

Reed  College  will  stand  fundamentally  for  education 
in  the  intellectual  interpretation  of  the  term.  Ath- 
letics will  be  encouraged  in  so  far  as  they  may  afford 
wholesome  diversion  and  promote  that  soundness  of 
body  which  is  the  fundamental  assurance  of  soundness 
of  mind.  But  the  interests  of  the  students  will  be 
centred  on  their  own  campus;  intercollegiate  games  are 
prohibited.  The  idea  behind  this  restriction  is  that 
intercollegiate  athletics  distract  attention  from  studies, 
substitute  mtside  excitement  for  the  legitimate  and 
roi  ine  of  collegiate  life,  and  inevitably  destroy 
•■I  ?re  of  academic  calm  essential  to  the  best 


intellectual  and  moral  attainment.  It  is  the  belief  of 
those  who  have  made  this  rule  that  the  value  of  a  col- 
lege career  is  not  so  much  in  the  training  it  may  afford 
through  "student  activities"  as  in  its  suggestion  and 
opportunities  for  wide  scholastic  reading  and  for  con- 
sideration among  the  students  of  specifically  academic 
interests. 

Reed  College  will  make  little  or  nothing  of  numbers. 
Nobody  will  be  admitted  for  the  sake  of  swelling  the 
enrollment  or  upon  any  other  motive  than  that  of  aca- 
demic propensity  and  ambition.  Nobody  will  be  re- 
tained who  does  not  by  his  record  and  habits  exhibit 
creditable  purpose  and  capability  under  academic 
standards.  The  processes  of  selection  and  elimination 
will  be  avowedly  severe  to  the  end  of  making  Reed 
College  a  school  of  real  students.  It  is  expected  that 
the  classes  will  be  small  at  the  beginning;  and  it  is 
preferred  that  they  should  be  small  indefinitely  rather 
than  that  the  school  should  abandon  the  distinctive 
conceptions  which  lie  at  the  foundations  of  its  policy. 

Since  in  so  many  ways  Reed  College  is  seeking  to 
return  to  the  standards  of  an  older  da}',  it  is,  we  think, 
to  be  regretted  that  it  has  accepted  the  co-educational 
scheme  which  in  so  many  quarters  is  proving  a  dis- 
appointment. Co-education,  we  think,  is  founded  upon 
an  essentially  wrong  principle.  It  assumes  for  boys 
and  girls  not  merely  the  same  mentality,  but  identical 
purposes  in  mental  qualification  and  in  scheme  of 
life.  It  ignores  essential  differences  fundamental  in 
the  character  of  men  and  women,  with  the  practical 
fact  that  men  must  have  one  set  of  responsibilities  and 
duties  and  women  quite  another.  Above  all  it  ignores 
a  lesson  which  experience  has  taught  that  no  matter 
how  any  school,  and  especially  a  small  one,  under- 
takes to  maintain  a  complete  and  absolute  coordination 
of  masculine  and  feminine  interests,  it  tends  inevitably 
to  become  either  a  man's  school  or  a  woman's  school. 
It  further  ignores  the  existence  of  sensibilities  and 
propensities  which  combine  to  yield  the  best  of  reasons 
why  young  men  and  young  women  at  the  ages  com- 
mon to  college  attendance  should  live  under  the  dignities 
and  restraints  of  social  convention  rather  than  in  the 
somewhat  loose  comradeship  of  common  studies,  com- 
mon recitals,  a  common  campus,  and  the  inevitable 
juxtaposition  of  the  college  boarding-house.  Very 
greatly  interested  as  we  are  in  the  general  scheme  of 
Reed  College  and  hopeful  for  its  service  under  the 
plans  laid  down  to  the  community  of  Oregon,  we  fear 
that  a  fatal  mistake  has  been  made  in  accepting  a  prin- 
ciple which  experience  is  proving  to  be  untenable  and 
even  vicious.  , 

Moral  Reform — As  It  Works  Out. 

The  Argonaut  would  be  ashamed  of  itself  if  it  were 
to  discover  emotions  of  satisfaction  in  anybody's  wrong- 
doing or  in  the  collapse  of  established  reputation  and 
dignity.  It  is  profoundly  sorry  that  Marshall  Black, 
state  senator,  has  looted  a  building  and  loan  associa- 
tion of  Palo  Alto  and  that  George  Walker,  ex-state 
senator,  the  official  representing  the  state  in  its 
"control"  of  building  and  loan  associations,  should 
be  found  to  be  a  debtor  to  the  looted  institu- 
tion. But  we  think  it  proper  that  the  public  should 
know  that  these  two  worthies  are  persons  of  high 
standing,  even  of  official  rank,  in  that  fine  scheme 
of  moral  regeneration  which  has  California  as  its 
exhibition  ground  and  Hiram  Johnson  for  its  prophet, 
and  which  holds  Theodore  Roosevelt  only  one  peg 
below  God  Almighty  himself.  Incidentally  it  is  of 
interest  to  know  that  some  part  of  the  Palo  Alto 
loot  went  to  swell  the  purity  fund  amassed  to  sustain 
the  banner  of  the  Lord  in  the  oncoming  rush  at 
Armageddon.  Likewise  the  incident  in  some  measure 
explains  the  unwillingness  of  state  authority  to  prose- 
cute typical  Christian  soldiers  for  open  and  confessed 
crimes  against  savings  depositors  on  the  one  hand  and 
the  majesty  of  the  law  on  the  other. 

Interesting,  too,  and  not  without  a  certain  practical 
as  well  as  moral  significance,  is  the  fact  that  this  Mar- 
shall Black,  state  senator  and  champion  of  moral  re- 
form, is  the  same  Marshall  Black  whose  name  was  so 
recently  urged  upon  President  Taft  with  all  the  em- 
phasis that  could  be  bestowed  by  the  endorsement  of 
the  Johnson-Lissner  purifiers  for  appointment  as  sub- 
treasurer  of  the  L'nited  States  in  charge  of  the  enor- 
mous sums  held  in  deposit  at  San  Francisco.  It  was 
in  behalf  of  this  fine  gentleman  that  an  effort  was 
made  by  contrasting  their  characters  to  discredit  Mr. 
William  C.  Ralston,  the  present  sub-treasurer. 

Taken  as  a  whole,  the  incident  casts  some  light  upon 
the  moral  status  and  the  practical  tendencies  of  pure 
politics  as  the  game  is  being  played  in  California.    And 


the  incident,  we  must  allow,  to  be  wholly  consistent 
with  a  scheme  of  regeneracy  which  has  selected  as  its 
figurehead  and  prophet  one  capable,  as  illustrated  in  the 
Dalzell  Brown  case,  of  defending  a  pickpocket  against 
the  law  and  of  taking  the  stolen  watch  for  his  fee. 
It  is  likewise  consistent  with  the  financial  ideals  of  a 
movement  whose  most  active  administrator  is  a  grad- 
uate of  the  pawn-broking  trade  as  practiced  in  that  city 
of  enterprise,  but  of  mixed  standards,  Los  Angeles. 

Now,  speaking  seriously,  we  have  in  this  incident  a 
means  whereby  to  measure  the  practical  efficiency  as 
related  to  its  judgments  of  men  and  things  of  that 
movement  which  in  its  passion  for  the  good,  the 
true,  and  the  beautiful,  has  given  us  a  new  order  of 
things  in  this  sun-kissed  land  of  California. 


The  Main  Issue. 
As  the  campaign  goes  forward  it  becomes  more  and 
more  apparent  that  its  paramount  concrete  issue  is  the 
tariff.  There  have  been  efforts  to  ignore  or  subordi- 
nate it,  but  they  come  to  naught,  because  it  is  in  the 
mind  of  every  man  of  business  or  of  business  intelli- 
gence that  his  individual  fortunes  in  one  way  or  an- 
other are  bound  up  with  the  tariff  policy  of  the  govern- 
ment. It  is  understood  clearly  by  men  of  all  opinions 
with  respect  to  the  tariff  that  any  radical  and  sudden 
change  is  bound  in  its  immediate  results  to  affect  the 
material  activities  of  the  country;  and  the  mind  of 
common  sense  instinctively  protests  against  any  such 
disturbance  as  leading  to  immediate  and  general  eco- 
nomic distress. 

At  the  same  time  everybody  excepting  the  direct 
beneficiaries  of  the  protective  system  recognizes  the 
oppression  of  the  existing  tariff  law  in  many  of  its 
aspects.  It  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  the  wish  is  uni- 
versal for  tariff  revision,  and  the  universal  interpreta- 
tion of  revision  is  revision  downward — in  other  words, 
a  scaling  down  of  duties,  especially  as  they  affect  the 
prices  of  articles  produced  by  the  great  industrial 
combinations.  Everybody  is  for  a  general  lowering 
of  the  tariff  wall,  yet  it  is  difficult  to  find  any  con- 
siderable number  of  persons  who  can  agree  upon  de- 
tails or  even  upon  any  general  principle  to  be  applied 
in  the  process  of  reduction. 

■  All  the  presidential  candidates  recognize  the  demand 
for  a  reduced  tariff,  and  all  see  the  dangers  involved  in 
reducing  it.  Mr.  Wilson,  after  first  declaring  for  "im- 
mediate revision  *  *  *  unhesitating!}'  and  steadily 
downward,"  takes  pains  to  hedge  by  declaring  the  im- 
practicability, political  and  otherwise,  of  a  sharp  general 
reorganization  of  the  tariff  laws.  "You  don't  suppose," 
he  said  in  a  speech  at  Scranton  the  other  day,  "that 
inasmuch  as  Democrats  are  engaged  in  every  kind  of 
enterprise,  they  are  going  to  cut  their  own  throats." 
And  again:  "It  seems  perfectly  consistent  *  *  *  to 
allow  the  element  of  incidental  protection  to  come  in 
*  *  *  without  cramping  and  embarrassing  the  life 
of  ordinary  purchasers."  Still  again :  "There  are  in- 
dustries not  yet  fully  developed  to  which  protection  can 
honestly  and  consistently  be  extended."  And  "*  *  * 
There  are  resources  not  yet  exploited  whose  exploita- 
tion may  take  time  and  may  need  the  covert  of  tariffs." 
All  of  these  expressions  taken  together  make  it 
plain  that  Mr.  Wilson  does  not  know  precisely  where 
he  is  at  in  the  matter  of  the  tariff.  He  wants  a  reduced 
tariff  on  principle  and  because  public  sentiment  de- 
mands it.  At  the  same  time  he  knows  that  the  govern- 
ment must  have  revenues  and  he  sees  the  need  of  pro- 
tection in  certain  cases.  And  on  top  of  all  this  Mr. 
Wilson  doesn't  want  to  scare  anybody.  First  and  fore- 
most his  idea  is  to  get  himself  elected.  After  that  he 
will  consider  the  tariff  and  come  to  some  determination 
with  respect  to  details  concerning  which  he  is  now 
diplomatically  vague. 

Mr.  Roosevelt's  position  on  the  tariff  is  not  easy  to 
define,  because  he,  too,  is  first  and  foremost  seeking  to 
promote  his  own  candidacy,  therefore  deals  with  the 
tariff  issue  in  vague  terms.  The  truth  is  that  Mr. 
Roosevelt  has  never  understood  the  tariff  question  or 
given  himself  pains  to  learn  anything  about  it.  His 
affiliation  with  the  party  of  protection  has  been  a  con- 
tinuing convenience  to  his  politics  in  that  it  has  yielded 
him  in  the  past,  as  it  is  yielding  him  now,  a  great  and 
dependable  source  of  political  funds  at  the  hands  of 
protected  interests.  If  Mr.  Roosevelt  had  cared  any- 
thing about  the  tariff  or  had  wished  to  reform  it  he 
might  easily  have  done  so  in  the  seven  and  a  half  years 
of  his  presidency.  He  once  wrote  a  tariff  reform  mes- 
sage at  somebody's  suggestion,  and  recalled  it  at  some- 
body  else's  suggestion.  For  a  time,  because  it  was  a 
popular  principle,  he  was  on  the  side  of  tariff  revision 
downward;   now,  under  the  necessity  of  pleasing  his 


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financial  backers  and  in  the  hope  of  winning  Republican 
votes  to  the  Progressive  cause,  he  is  talking  more  or 
less  for  the  principle  of  protection  without  really  saying 
anything  capable  of  definition  as  a  scheme  of  policy. 
In  other  words,  Mr.  Roosevelt,  without  having  any 
fixed  or  concrete  views  on  the  tariff  question,  is  never- 
theless trying  to  turn  the  tariff  issue  to  personal  ad- 
vantage. 

Mr.  Taft's  tariff  record  is  not  a  thing  without  flaws. 
In  truth  it  is  in  relation  to  the  tariff  that  his  most 
grievous  mistakes  in  the  presidency  have  been  made. 
Before  his  election  Mr.  Taft  was  for  tariff  revision; 
the  platform  upon  which  he  was  elected  called  for  tariff 
revision.  And  tariff  revision  meant  just  one  thing — it 
meant  revision  downward.  When  Congress  sent  to 
Mr.  Taft  the  Payne-Aldrich  bill,  which  revised  the 
tariff,  not  downward  but  upward,  it  was  an  act  of  bad 
faith  on  the  part  of  the  Republican  majority.  Mr. 
Taft  ought  to  have  vetoed  the  bill.  It  did  not  have 
his  approval,  yet  he  was  persuaded  to  sign  it.  And  at 
a  later  time  he  quite  unnecessarily  undertook  to  de- 
fend it.  It  was  a  mistake,  both  a  tactical  and  a  moral 
mistake;  and  if  Mr.  Taft  shall  fail  of  reelection  it  will 
be  because  of  this  mistake. 

But  although  Mr.  Taft  made  an  unnecessary  and  un- 
wise concession  with  respect  to  the  Payne-Aldrich  bill 
— though  he  made  a  grievous  mistake — he  has  done 
much  to  condone  it.  He  sees  now,  as  he  saw  earlier 
in  his  career,  the  necessity  for  tariff  revision,  and  he 
has  what  nobody  else  has,  a  definite  policy  designed  to 
bring  it  about.  At  his  suggestion  there  has  been  cre- 
ated a  non-partisan  commission  charged  with  the  duty 
of  going  over  the  tariff  laws  schedule  by  schedule  and 
of  determining  what  is  just  and  expedient  in  each  in- 
stance. Mr.  Taft  will  hold  himself  bound  to  urge  upon 
Congress  the  findings  of  this  commission  as  they  shall 
be  reported  to  him.  Here  at  last  there  is  something 
definite,  something  affording  a  promise  of  tariff  re- 
vision upon  lines  carefully  wrought  out,  separate  and 
apart  from  the  trafficking,  the  pulling  and  hauling  of 
hurried  and  partisan  congressional  action.  It  is  the 
one  hope  of  the  situation,  involving  as  it  does  a  certain 
reduction  of  the  tariff  schedules  without  such  radical 
and  wholesale  change  as  would  surely  upset  calcula- 
tions, inaugurate  a  period  of  uncertainty,  and  of  course 
demoralize  business. 

The  situation,  then,  may  be  summarized  about  this 
way:  Mr.  Wilson  is  intellectually  a  free-trader,  but 
economically  and  politically  for  a  tariff  system  in  some 
as  yet  undefined  way  very  much  reduced  as  compared 
with  existing  schedules.  Mr.  Roosevelt,  knowing  and 
caring  nothing  about  the  tariff,  is  seeking  to  play  upon 
the  protective  sentiment  and  prejudice  of  the  country 
to  the  end  of  getting  votes.  Mr.  Taft  has  formulated 
and  inaugurated  a  scheme  of  reform  calculated  to 
bring  about  lower  tariff  duties  while  avoiding  such  sud- 
den and  wholesale  change  as  would  paralyze  energy 
and  make  a  period  of  hard  times.  Mr.  Taft,  we  think, 
is  justified  in  asking  for  support  upon  the  plea  that  the 
continuing  prosperity  of  the  country  is  dependent  upon 

acceptance  of  his  plan. 

• 

Too  Much  Referendum. 

Oregon,  once  hailed  as  the  apostle  of  the  new  poli- 
tics and  famous  for  its  production  of  weird  electoral 
methods,  now  confesses  to  a  sort  of  "morning  after" 
feeling  and  to  certain  dyspeptic  derangements  as  un- 
comfortable as  they  were  unforeseen.  The  referen- 
dum, the  initiative,  and  the  recall  are  doing  all  that 
they  were  expected  to  do,  but  unfortunately  they  re- 
fuse to  confine  themselves  to  the  expected.  It  was 
delightful  to  think  of  the  power  that  was  thus  con- 
ferred upon  the  sacred  people  in  their  struggle  against 
monopolists,  higher-ups,  and  the  undesirable  classes  in 
general  who  prove  their  unfitness  to  live  in  freedom 
by  their  unwarrantable  possession  of  a  little  money. 
It  was  a  sort  of  Battle  of  Armageddon  fought  in  per- 
liminary  miniature  by  political  seventh  day  adventists, 
to  whom  it  never  occurred  that  the  shoe  might  be  found 
on  the  other  foot  or  that  they  might  be  hoist  with  their 
own  petard.  But  that  is  precisely  what  has  happened, 
and  precisely  what  must  happen  again  and  again. 

It  seems  that  Portland  in  her  avenging  pursuit  of 
the  wicked  monopolist  who  has  the  audacity  to  supply 
her  with  gas  and  electricity  has  just  granted  a  fran- 
chise to  the  Northwest  Electric  Company  as  a  com- 
petitor to  the  Portland  Railway  Light  and  Power  Com- 
pany that  now  holds  the  field.  It  need  hardly  be  said 
that  the  city  had  a  right  to  grant  such  a  franchise  and 
indeed  was  bound  in  duty  to  do  so  if  it  should  appear 
to  be  to  the  general  advantage.  But  here  comes  in  the 
delightful  irony  of  the  situation.     Just  as  the  rain  falls 


upon  the  wicked  as  well  as  upon  the  righteous — rather 
an  apt  illustration  for  Oregon — so  the  Northwest  Elec- , 
trie  Company  saw  no  reason  why  they  should  neglect 
the  gifts  of  the  political  gods  or  hesitate  to  use  a  refer- 
endum law  that  was  passed  for  the  benefit  of  all  and 
sundry.  Only  five  thousand  signatures  would  be 
needed,  and  the  effect  of  these  five  thousand  signatures, 
even  though  the  election  should  fail,  would  serve  to 
postpone  all  constructive  work  on  the  part  of  their 
competitor  until  after  the  election  next  June.  The 
loathsome  monopoly  had  a  large  staff  of  employees  who 
could  serve  as  canvassers.  A  free  and  intelligent,  if 
downtrodden,  electorate  could  be  trusted  to  sign  any- 
thing presented  to  it,  whether  a  petition  to  abolish  the 
Ten  Commandments  or  to  hang  the  governor,  and  so 
we  see  the  referendum  in  triumphant  action,  not  to 
abate  a  monopoly,  but  to  preserve  it ;  not  to  enforce  the 
"will  of  the  people,"  but  to  thwart  it. 

Naturally  this  interesting  achievement  has  produced 
a  flutter  in  the  dovecotes  of  the  truly  elect.  We  are 
told  that  the  referendum  law  must  be  amended  at  once 
so  as  to  "obviate  such  abuses."  That  the  referendum 
itself  is  an  abuse,  a  futile  and  childish  abuse,  we  may 
readily  concede,  but  so  long  as  it  remains  in  force  it 
would  be  hard  even  for  a  progressive  so  to  manipulate 
its  terms  that  it  can  be  used  only  by  his  friends  and 
never  by  his  foes.  That  would,  of  course,  be  the  ideal 
progressive  law,  but  as  things  stand  at  present  it  is  to 
be  feared  that  both  goose  and  gander  must  be  served 
with  the  same  sauce. 

Oregon  is  evidently  afraid  of  the  monster  she  has 
created.  Every  Tom,  Dick,  and  Harry  is  at  liberty  to 
load  down  the  initiative  papers  with  silly  proposals  that 
other  Toms,  Dicks,  and  Harrys  will  of  course  vote  for 
simply  because  they  are  silly.  Newspapers  all  over  the 
state  are  now  urging  the  voters  to  say  No  to  every  pro- 
posal that  they  do  not  clearly  understand  or  for  which 
there  is  no  recognized  public  demand.  The  Salem 
Capital  Journal  even  goes  so  far  as  to  urge  voters  to 
say  No  to  everything,  "voting  down  the  whole  grist 
and  thus  discouraging  the  industry." 

But  the  follies  of  the  new  political  crazes  are  not 
likely  to  be  abated  yet  awhile.  Probably  they  have 
hardly  begun.  The  passion  for  law-making  is  almost 
ineradicable  in  the  human  mind.  The  long-haired  re- 
former, the  fanatic,  the  crank,  the  prohibitionist,  the 
eugenist,  the  Sabbatarian,  are  all  ready  to  aid  and  abet 
each  other  in  their  sillinesses,  to  log-roll,  and  to  trade 
their  respective  contingents.  Some  sharp  lessons  will 
be  needed  before  the  flood  is  stemmed,  but  in  the  mean- 
time we  may  congratulate  ourselves  upon  the  unpleasant 
but  salutary  reminder  from  Portland  that  the  referen- 
dum can  be  used  effectually  by  the  unregenerate,  and 
that  even  the  politically  immaculate  may  sometimes  fall 
into  the  pit  that  they  digged  for  another. 


to  think  what  might  have  been  done  by  a  man  thus  at 
once  kind  to  his  friends,  enterprising  in  business,  and 
red  hot  for  moral  reform  if  he  could  have  had  at  com- 
mand the  millions  which  Billy  Ralston  has  retained  in 
rotting  desuetude  in  the  vaults  of  the  sub-treasury. 
The  whole  circumstance  supplies  a  new  indictment 
against  President  Taft  and  illustrates  the  mischiefs 
which  attach  to  a  reactionary  conservatism  in  high 
places.  A  "progressive"  man  in  the  presidential  office, 
one  open  to  the  high  moral  persuasions  of  political 
self-interest,  would  have  accepted  Mr.  Black's  recom- 
mendations and  given  him  access  to  funds  so  potential 
in  relation  to  multiplied  purposes.  A  President  less 
negative,  less  timorous,  more  willing  to  "do  things," 
would  have  made  a  situation  which  by  this  time  would 
have  turned  half  the  idle  millions  in  the  sub-treasury 
into  worthy  and  productive  channels  of  speculative 
enterprise,    of    friendly    compassion,    and    of    help    to 

worthy  "causes."  

The  state  of  feeling  in  eastern  Europe  may  be 
gauged  from  the  fact  that  six  nations  are  making 
feverish  preparations  for  war,  and  for  no  better  reason 
than  that  they  hate  each  other.  Turkey,  in  spite  of 
all  her  efforts  to  put  her  house  in  order  and  to  lead 
a  better  life,  is  now  faced  by  a  host  of  ancient  enmities 
determined  to  take  advantage  of  her  hour  of  need. 
Greece,  Bulgaria,  Servia,  Montenegro,  arid  Roumania, 
all  have  their  memories  of  wrongs  and  humiliations,  of 
tyrannies,  slaveries,  and  massacres.  All  alike  are  de- 
termined to  pay  the  debt.  They  held  their  hand  so 
long  as  Turkey  was  steadily  weakening  under  Italian 
attacks  and  domestic  rebellion,  but  now  that  peace 
seems  to  be  near  they  evidently  intend  to  complete  the 
work  and  to  pay  off  the  old  scores  of  hate  and  revenge. 
Approaching  winter  may  cool  the  war  fever  of  the 
Balkans  as  it  has  before,  but  the  possession  of  700,000 
men  as  against  Turkey's  army  of  400,000  men  is  a 
strong  temptation.  , 

Lawrence,  Massachusetts,  seems  likely  to  be  a  storm 
centre  for  some  time  to  come.  The  embers  have  been 
hot  ever  since  the  great  strike  of  nearly  a  year  ago,  and 
now  the  trial  of  the  labor  leaders,  Ettor  and  Giovan- 
netti,  seems  likely  to  fan  them  into  flame  again.  But 
the  one-day  "protest"  strike  of  last  Monday,  when  a 
large  number  of  people  were  injured,  seems  to  have 
been  a  particularly  wanton  and  causeless  affair.  This 
strike  was  impudently  arranged  as  a  warning  that  the 
trial  must  be  "conducted  properly,"  and  we  all  know 
what  that  means  from  the  labor-union  standpoint.  It 
was  no  more  than  an  attempt  to  intimidate  a  court  of 
justice  by  threats  of  violence,  just  as  courts  are  in- 
timidated elsewhere  by  threats  of  the  recall,  a  procedure 
now  well  established  under  our  new  theories  of  political 
liberty,  but  strangely  at  variance  with  the  old. 


"Under  No  Circumstances,"  etc. 

We  Progressives  intend  to  see  that  in  our  party  every 
promise  made  by  a  public  man  is  kept. — Colonel  Roosevelt  at 
Hastings,  Nebraska. 

Surely  not  every  promise,  Colonel.  There  was  one 
little  pledge  over  which  "we  Progressives"  have  agreed 
to  drop  the  mantle  of  oblivion,  but  which  an  ungrateful 
electorate  is  determined  to  keep  green  in  its  memory. 
It  began  with  those  fateful  words  "under  no  circum- 
stances," and  while  it  has  now  become  historic  the 
unctuous  rectitude  of  the  utterance  at  Hastings  seems 
to  justify  its  full  reproduction  as  follows:  "The  wise 
custom  which  limits  the  President  to  two  terms  re- 
gards the  substance  and  not  the  form,  and  under  no 
circumstances  will  I  be  a  candidate  for  or  accept  an- 
other nomination."  Since  "we  Progressives"  are  right- 
eously determined  to  compel  the  observation  of  pledges 
by  public  men  here  is  one  little  matter  that  might 
serve  admirably  as  a  beginning  to  their  crusade  for 
honor  and  fidelity.  . 

Editorial  Notes. 
It  is  a  pity,  truly,  that  President  Taft  could  not 
be  induced  to  thrust  forth  Billy  Ralston  from  the 
San  Francisco  sub-treasury  and  put  Marshall  Black 
in  his  place.  Here  has  Ralston  been  on  deck  for  four 
or  five  years  with  no  advantage  whatever  either  to  the 
politics  or  the  progress  of  the  state.  With  a  tithe  of  the 
millions  under  his  hand  he  might  have  re-revolution- 
ized our  politics,  not  to  mention  possible  achievements 
in  the  promotion  of  our  business  fortunes.  Mr.  Black, 
on  the  other  hand,  with  only  the  limited  resources  of 
a  Palo  Alto  savings  joint,  has  succored  his  friend 
Commissioner  and  Inspector  Walker,  set  in  motion  a 
dozen  wheels  of  speculative  enterprise,  and  given  sup- 
port   to    the    forces    at    Armageddon.     It    is    pleasing 


A  leading  maritime  authority  of  France,  M.  Jose 
Moselli,  declares  the  opinion  that  the  value  of  the 
Isthmian  Canal  as  an  agency  of  general  commerce 
has  been  very  much  over-estimated.  "The  new  water- 
way," he  says,  will  not  attract  much  of  the  trade  now 
enjoyed  by  Suez,  for  while  the  voyage  from  Europe 
to  the  Orient  is  above  fifteen  days  shorter  than  the 
Suez  route,  "this  advantage  will  be  more  than  coun- 
terbalanced by  general  traffic  conditions.  By  the  Suez 
route  vessels  tap  Egypt,  India,  and  China,  where 
freights  are  profitable  and  abundant,  while  there  would 
not  seem  to  be  much  to  be  picked  up  by  the  Panama 
route."  The  prime  importance  of  the  canal,  M.  Mos- 
selli  believes,  is  strategical,  in  that  it  will  permit 
United  States  fleets  to  operate  on  either  shore  of  the 
continent.  

It  is  worth  noting  that  on  Friday  of  this  current 
week  a  citizen  of  California  completed  the  ninety- 
eighth  year  of  a  distinguished  and  continuingly  useful 
life.  Judge  John  Currey  was  born  October  4,  1814, 
wanting  therefore  at  this  date  only  two  years  to  the 
span  of  a  full  century.  For  seventy  years  Judge  Cur- 
rey has  been  a  lawyer,  most  of  that  time  a  citizen  of 
California  and  a  factor  in  its  juristical  life.  To  have 
lived  ninety-eight  years  would  be  a  matter  of  small 
moment  if  one  had  merely  lived.  The  significance  of 
length  of  years  in  the  case  of  Judge  Currey  attaches 
not  so  much  to  the  unusual  period  of  his  life  a;  to  the 
activities  which  have  adorned  it,  the  character  which 
has  sustained  ft,  the  vitality  which  at  ninety-eight  gives 
him  clarity  of  mind  with  soundness  of  judgment.  The 
Argonaut  tenders  to  Judge  Currey  as  he  enters  his 
ninety-ninth  year  in  health  and  promise,  its  congratu- 
lations upon  honorable  and  distinguished  service  past 
and  upon  prospects  of  honorable  and  distinguished 
service  to  come. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


October  5,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


It  would  be  unfair  to  childhood  to  describe  the  political  in- 
capacity of  the  Cuban  government  as  childish.  Children  are 
inconsequential,  improvident,  and  unreflecting,  but  they  are 
seldom  vicious.  Moreover,  children  always  love  justice, 
whereas  Cuban  affairs  are  administered  with  a  sort  of  ugly 
malevolence  that  irritates  by  its  very  stupidity.  At  the  present 
moment  Cuba  is  penniless,  not  because  of  a  natural  poverty, 
but  because  her  vast  loans  have  been  frittered  away  with 
the  prodigality  of  a  country  bumpkin  at  a  horse  fair.  No  one 
knows  how  the  money  has  been  spent,  although  every  one 
knows  that  it  has  not  been  used  for  the  purposes  for  which  it 
was  borrowed.  Both  political  parties  are  now  clamoring  for 
the  support  of  the  negro  vote.  The  conservatives  are  weep- 
ing crocodile  tears  over  the  negro  losses  during  the  recent 
disturbances,  while  the  liberals  are  promising  to  release  all 
negro  criminals  now  in  jail.  And  it  need  hardly  be  said  that 
whichever  side  is  beaten  at  the  polls  will  immediately  take 
the  field  in  rebellion.  But  let  it  not  be  supposed  that  we 
have  learned  anything  from  Cuba,  from  Mexico,  or  from 
Nicaragua.  If  we  were  called  upon  tomorrow  to  settle  the 
affairs  of  a  race  of  head-hunting  cannibal  baboons  we  should 
tranquilly  ship  them  a  school-teacher  and  a  ballot-box  and 
thank  God  for  so  striking  a  triumph  of  the  principles  of  rep- 
resentative government. 


There  are  vast  numbers  of  novels  in  which  servants  play 
a  more  or  less  important  part,  but  how  seldom  it  is  that 
servants  themselves  tell  us  what  they  think  of  the  portraiture. 
But  at  least  one  servant  has  recently  done  so.  Francois,  who 
lately  wrote  his  reminiscences  of  Maupassant,  says  that  his 
employer  encouraged  him  to  criticize  Zola's  sen-ant  crea- 
tions, and  he  did  so  in  the  following  words : 

M.  Zola  exaggerates  terribly  when  talking  about  servants ; 
he  puts  all  sorts  of  horrors  in  the  mouths  of  the  maids ;  in 
"Pot-Bouille"  he  makes  them  scream  the  nastiest  expressions 
out  of  the  courtyard  windows.  I  repeat,  sir,  all  this  is  ex- 
aggerated. Twenty-five  years  have  I  been  a  sen-ant.  and  I 
have  never  heard  speeches  bordering  in  any  way  on  those  M. 
Zola  puts  into  the  mouths  of  his  characters.  Then  that  fellow 
Trublot,  I  dare  say,  such  people  exist,  but  they  are  exceedingly 
rare.  I  don't  say  maids  and  cooks  have  not  their  feelings, 
like  other  women.  .  .  .  No,  but  to  state  they  are  all  of  them 
ready  to  hide  Trablots  in  their  kitchens  while  awaiting  the 
instant  when  they  can  have  them  up  to  their  garrets — no, 
sir,  no  ! 

We  ought  to  have  more  of  this  kind  of  criticism.  The 
modern  novelist  delights  to  picture  various  sections  of  life 
which  for  many  reasons,  educational  and  otherwise,  are  un- 
able to  picture  themselves.  We  always  assume  that  these 
pictures  are  accurate  so  long  as  they  are  cleverly  painted. 
Innumerable  readers  have  probably  accepted  Zola's  portrayals 
of  the  French  servant  as  authentic,  as  they  have  certainly 
applauded  his  "realism."  Now  comes  Francois  with  his 
twenty-five  years'  experience  and  says  that  they  are  carica- 
tures, and  probably  Francois  is  right.  We  should  like  to 
hear  from   others  of  the  caricatured  classes. 


The  funeral  of  the  English  army  men  who  were  recently 
killed  in  an  aviation  accident  was  distinguished  by  the  sing- 
ing of  a  topical  hymn  especially  writen  for  the  occasion.  It 
was  sung  to  the  tune  of  "Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save," 
and  its  concluding  lines  are  as  follows: 

Oh,  God,  extend  thy  saving  care 
To  those  in  peril  in  the  air. 

Now  it  may  be  said  with  all  due  reverence  that  there  is 
something  disgusting  in  the  idea  that  the  Divine  attention 
must  be  called  in  rhyme  and  rhythm  to  the  dangers  attending 
on  this  new  method  of  wholesale  murder  by  aeroplane,  and 
the  Divine  protection  invoked  for  those  who  practice  it. 
Moreover,  why  should  Providence  be  supposed  to  discrimi- 
nate between  those  "in  peril  in  the  air"  and  those  whose 
peril   from   automobiles,   for  example,  is   so   much   greater? 


If  we  should  ever  learn  to  appreciate  the  finer  values  of 
human  nature  the  results  would  certainly  be  damaging  to  our 
self-esteem.  Mr.  Stefansson,  whose  reports  of  Eskimo  life 
have  received  so  much  attention,  tells  us  much  of  the  ex- 
traordinary courtesy  and  virtue  of  these  people,  and  so  con- 
firms the  testimony  to  the  same  effect  by  Captain  Amundsen. 
Stefansson  not  only  received  the  finest  hospitality,  but  he 
tells  us  that  his  hosts  suppressed  every  sign  of  curiosity  as 
to  his  instruments  and  memoranda.  They  explained  to  him 
that  these  ihings  were  none  of  their  business.  They  always 
sang  when  they  approached  his  hut  in  the  morning,  so  that  he 
might  not  be  taken  unawares,  and  they  politely  waited  out- 
side until  invited  to  enter.  Coming  further  south  we  read 
that  Iceland,  with  a  population  of  78,000,  has  only  one  police- 
man and  that  the  taste  for  alcoholic  liquors  is  practically 
unknown  among  the  people.  A  recent  work  on  Finland  tells 
us  of  a  curious  custom  among  the  country  people.  Those 
who  have  money  to  deposit  in  the  bank  are  in  the  habit  of 
placing  it  on  a  stone  in  the  public  road  and  it  is  collected  by 
the  banker  from  the  nearest  town  as  he  makes  his  periodical 
trips  for  that  purpose.  It  may  be  that  discourtesy  and  dis- 
honesty arc  now  inseparable  from  civilization,  but  a  separa- 
tion will   have  to  be   effected   if  the  civilization   is   to   endure. 


It  is  a  far  cry  from  America  to  the  great  Mohammedan 
states  of  Asia  and  Africa.  It  would  probably  be  hard  to  con- 
vince the  average  American  of  the  existence  of  a  Moham- 
medan volcano  that  may  so  shake  the  world  that  no  part  of 
it  will  be  immune  from  shock.  And  yet  there  is  a  well- 
in  iurmed  apprehension  of  this  very  thing,  and  those  who 
know  most  of  the  situation  arc  the  most  apprehensive.  For 
example,  what  would  happen  if  Enver  Bey,  commander  of  the 
Turkish  and  Arab  forces  in  Tripoli,  should  refuse  to  accept 
any  settlement  whatever  between  Turkey  and  Italy  and  should 
declare  Tripo'i  to  be  an  independent  Mohammedan  power  ? 
£nver  Bey  threatens  to  do.  and  the  result  would 
i     of    exultation    that    would    arouse    the    Moham- 


medan world  to  frenzy.  The  Indian  correspondent  of  the 
London  Times  draws  a  no  less  alarmist  picture  from  his  own 
geographical  standpoint.  He  says  that  the  pan-Islamic  senti- 
ment is  growing  in  favor  everywhere.  There  is  a  rooted 
conviction  that  the  Christian  powers  have  determined  to  de- 
stroy the  independence  of  every  Mohammedan  country  and 
that  the  treatment  accorded  to  Morocco,  Tripoli,  and  Persia 
is  a  part  of  a  pre-arranged  plan.  This,  says  the  Times  cor- 
respondent, is  regularly  preached,  with  a  fair  show  of  reason, 
throughout  India,  the  frontier  districts,  and  Afghanistan.  He 
then  goes  on  to  say : 

All  this  may  mean  much  or  little.  It  is  too  early  yet  to 
say.  But  those  closest  in  touch  with  Mohammedan  feeling 
seem  unanimous  in  considering  that  never  before  within  their 
recollection  has  that  feeling  been  so  stirred  by  events  outside 
India,  and  never  has  so  great  a  strain  been  placed  on  the 
loyalty  of  what  we  have  always  regarded  as  perhaps  the  most 
loyal  community.  The  writer  has  discussed  the  matter  with 
men  whom  he  has  known  for  years,  and  who  are  undoubtedly 
most  loyal  and  sincere  subjects  of  the  king-emperor.  Ex- 
planations and  arguments  are  of  no  avail.  They  are  con- 
vinced that  not  onh-  have  their  co-religionists  elsewhere  been 
abominably  ill-treated — and  in  Persia  with  the  active  conni- 
vance of  Great  Britain — but  that  all  this  has  been  done  by  a 
previously  arranged  agreement  among  the  powers,  and  that 
soon  there  will  be  no  independent  Mohammedan  state  left. 

If  Christendom  believes  in  a  law  of  ethical  causation  then, 
indeed,  it  can  hardly  look  upon  the  pan-Islamic  movement 
without  consternation.  For  centuries  it  has  harried  and  plun- 
dered the  Mohammedan  world,  and  indeed  all  other  worlds 
that  have  been  slow  to  defend  themselves  by  the  perfection 
of  physical  means.  Unless  retribution  is  a  myth  and  social 
equilibrium  a  phantom  Christendom  has  the  best  of  all  reasons 
to  dread  the  edge  of  the  Moslem  sword. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Dr.  Nicholas  Murray  Butler  speaks  with  some  feeling  of 
the  deficiencies  of  our  methods  of  teaching  foreign  languages. 
He  says  that  these  methods  ought  to  be  revolutionized,  but 
perhaps  it  is  our  general  educational  theories  that  need  revo- 
lution rather  than  any  specific  application  of  them.  If  pupils 
do  not  learn  foreign  languages  we  have  at  least  the  dubious 
consolation  of  knowing  that  they  do  not  learn  anything  else, 
and  that  our  present  plan  of  obsequious  deference  to  the 
wishes  and  whims  of  the  student  has  broken  down,  not  alone 
at  one,  but  at  all  points.  Dr.  Butler  tells  us  that  there  are 
only  about  twenty-five  American  professors  who  are  lin- 
guistically qualified  to  accept  exchange  chairs  at  European 
universities  or  to  lecture  in  any  other  language  than  their 
own.  It  would  be  interesting  to  know  how  many  professors 
there  are  who  can  deliver  a  creditable  lecture  in  their  own 
language.  Now  there  is  no  particular  "method"  for  learning 
foreign  languages.  Horace  Greeley  said  that  the  best  way  to 
resume  specie  payments  was  to  resume  them,  and  he  would 
doubtless  say  now  that  the  best  way  to  learn  a  foreign  lan- 
guage is  to  learn  it.  There  is  no  royal  road  except  the  royal 
road,  of  work,  and  if  the  work  be  hard  enough  almost  any 
method  will  do.  And  work,  drudgery,  is  the  one  thing  that 
the  average  student  will  not  tolerate.  And  to  compel  him 
to  work  is  now  considered  the  only  educational  heresy  that 
must  not  be  allowed.  

A  correspondent  of  the  New  York  Evening  Post  has  dis- 
covered that  Shakespeare  wrote  the  Psalms.  We  have  long 
been  of  that  opinion,  but  we  lacked  the  proofs  that  are  now 
forthcoming.  Shakespeare's  name  appears  in  many  spellings, 
either  three,  four,  or  five  vowels  being  admissable.  Every 
one  knows  that  in  such  cases  the  golden  mean  should  be 
taken.  In  this  case  it  is  obviously  four.  Moreover,  the  num- 
ber of  consonants  is  six.  The  mystic  number,  then,  is  forty- 
six.  Turn  now  to  the  King  James  Bible,  and  to  the  Forty- 
Sixth  Psalm.  Count  from  the  beginning  and  you  will  find 
the  forty-sixth  word  to  be  shake ;  count  from  the  end  and  you 
will  find  the  forty-sixth  word  to  be  spear.     Q.  E.  D. 


France  is  the  most  democratic  country  in  the  world.  It 
is  also  the  home  of  the  most  radical  labor  unionism  yet 
evolved  in  civilization.  Now  note  how  democracy  reverts  in- 
stantly to  tyranny  when  confronted  with  a  greater  evil  than 
itself.  During  a  recent  railroad  strike  the  government  easily 
suppressed  the  trouble  by  calling  upon  all  the  strikers  to  re- 
join their  military  regiments.  When  there  was  a  general 
strike  of  seamen  the  government  used  the  men  of  the  warships 
as  strikebreakers.  And  now  comes  a  peremptory  order  for 
the  disbanding -of  all  the  teachers'  trade  unions  because  they 
passed  certain  resolutions  considered  as  inimical  to  the  exist- 
ing social  order.  Now  there  is  no  monarchy  in  Europe,  ex- 
cept perhaps  that  of  Russia,  that  would  dare  to  use  executive 
authority  in  such  a  way  as  this.  There  is  no  other  govern- 
ment that  would  venture  to  employ  the  fiat  to  such  an  extent 
as  this.  In  fact  there  are  only  two  distinct  forms  of  tyranny 
to  be  found  in  the  modern  state.  The  first  is  the  tyranny 
of  the  unlimited  monarch  and  the  second  is  the  tyranny  of 
the  democracy.  Human  progress  toward  "liberty"  is  actually 
in  the  form  of  a  circle.  It  returns  to  its  starting  point  and 
to  a  rather  more  exaggerated  tyranny  than  that  with  which  it 
began.  Labor  unionism  is  a  part  of  the  tyrannical  brood  of 
democracy,  and  when  it  grows  strong  enough  either  it  de- 
vours its  parent  or  is  devoured  by  its  parent.  We  have  still 
to  see  what  will  happen  in  France.  Sidnev  G.  P.  Corvn. 


Even  the  structures  of  the  ancient  city  of  Jerusalem 
have  changed.  Where  once  were  crumbling  walls  and 
ancient  temples  are  now  blocks  of  government  build- 
ings; on  the  site  of  the  Jaffa  gate  is  a  broad  and  im- 
posing avenue.  In  the  streets  are  tramways  and  taxi- 
cabs,  and  the  western  watercart  has  supplanted  the 
man  on  foot  with  his  goatskin  of  water.  In  the  plains 
of  Sharon  and  on  the  tablelands  between  Jaffa  and 
Jerusalem,  steam-driven  threshing  machines  artd  self- 
binding  reapers  are  at  work..  Water  is  supplied  by 
means  of  pumps  driven  by  motors.  Abraham's  well  at 
Beersheba  being  pumped  in  this  fashion.  Up-to-date 
motor-boats  now  cross  the  sea  of  Galilee,  and  a  scheme 
is  under  consideration  whereby  similar  boats  will  ply 
the  River  Jordan. 


The  Bell-Buoy  at  Mount  Desert. 

At  the  gateway  of  the  bay. 

On  the  currents  that  come  and  go. 
The  bell-buoy  heaves  and  swings, 
Forever  seeming  to  say : 
"W  oe  !  woe!"  to  the  mariner,  "woe! 
Beware  of  the  reefs  below!" 
To  and  fro,  to  and  fro, 
The  bell-buoy  rocks  and  rings. 
In  calm  or  storm,  through  all 

The  changes  of  night  and  day. 

Blithe  sun  or  blinding  spray, 

With  the  wail  of  the  winds  that  blow. 
With  the  moan  of  the  ebb  and  flow, 
While  the  billows  swell  and  fall. 
Goes  forth  that  warning  call — 

Night  and  day,  night  and  day, 
Peals  forth  the  mournful  knell 
Of  that  iron  sentinel. 
Of  the  wave-swung,  warning  bell 

At  the  gateway  of  the  bay. 
Where  the  granite-snouted  ledges 

Lurk  in  their  pimpled  hides, 

Scraggy  with  whelks  and  bosses. 
And  shaggy  with  black  sea-mosses. 
Just  showing  the  tawny  edges 

Of  their  backs  in  the  burying  tides. 
Shouldering  off  the  foam; 

Where  they  lie  in  wait  to  gore 

With  their  terrible  tusks  the  sides 
Of  the  fair  ship  flying  home  ! 

There  the  bowing  bell-buoy  rides, 
With  a  dull  reverberant  roar,  evermore,  evermore 
Crying:      "Woe!"  to  the  mariner.     "Woe! 
Beware  of  the  rocks  below ! 

Beware  of  the  treacherous  shore !" 
At  evening,  from  your  boat, 

You  may  see  the  sombre  bell 
In  its  black  and  massy  frame, 
Peered  through  by  the  sunset  flame ; 
A  solemn  silhouette  in  a  skeleton  turret,  set 
On  the  balanced  and  anchored  float. 

A-swing  with  the  crimsoned  swell. 
When  the  soft,  slumberous  haze 
Of  drowsy  and  midsummer  days 
Pours  around  inlets  and  bays 

A  glassy  ethereal  gleam  ; 
And  over  far  isles  and  sails 
Drop  violet  veils  beyond  veils 

Till  headland  and  cliff  but  seem 

The  unreal  shapes  of  a  dream  ; 
When  hardly  the  loon  and  gull. 
In  the  lap  of  the  languid  lull, 

Appear  to  waver  and  dip ; 
Then  the  buoy  sways,  heavy  and  slow. 
And  the  bell  tolls  sad  and  low, 

Like  the  bell  of  a  sunken  ship. 
That  heaves  with  the  heaving  hull, 
Wave-rocked  on  the  reefs  below. 
At  times  to  the  dreamy  eye. 

In  the  glamour  of  glistening  weather 
That  girdles  the  sea  and  sky. 
While  ocean  and  island  lie 

Like  a  lion  and  lamb  together  ; 
When  the  billow  that  bursts  its  sheaf 
Of  silver  over  the  reef 

Falls  light  and  white  as  a  feather, 
Curled  all  the  length  of  the  reef  ; 
Then  the  bell,  like  a  darker  plume, 
Nods  over  the  downy  spume, 

In  the  veiled  voluptuous  weather. 
At  times  so  gentry  stirred. 

It  seems  like  a  waving  bough 
To  invite  the  wandering  bird. 
At  intervals  still  is  heard 

That  sullen  note — as  now  ! — 
Clanging  its  mournful  and  lone 
Perpetual  monotone. 
A  dismal,  dolorous  sound. 

You  would  say,  heard  anywhere, 

Be  the  weather  foul  or  fair ! 
Not  so  to  the  homeward-bound 
Late  crew  from  the  fishing-ground. 

Some  muffled  and  murky  night ; 
Of  the  steamer  heaving  her  lead 
And  groping  in  doubt  and  dread. 

Through  drizzle  and  fog,  by  the  light 
Of  her  lantern  eyes,  which  shed 
A  misty  glare  at  her  head; 

Reaching  out  quivering  rays. 

Antennae-like,  in  the  haze, 
To  find  her  dubious  way. 

To  the  pilot's  practiced  ear 

In  such  dark  and  anxious  times, 
That  peal,  as  I  have  heard  say. 

Signaling,  sudden  and  clear. 

The  course  which  he  shall  steer. 

Is  a  cheerier  sound  to  hear 
Than  sweetest  belfry  chimes. 
But  when  on  this  border-realm 

Of  created  things,  once  more 

The  powers  of  chaos  outpour 
Their  legions,  and  overwhelm 

With  darkness  and  dire  uproar. 

In  their  mad  foray  this  fair 

Frontier  of  created  things ; 
When  they  scatter  the  fishing-fleet 
And  stun  the  shore  with  the  beat 

And  buffet  of  billowy  wings. 
And  trample  of  thunderous  feet — 
What  life,  out  there  in  the  surges. 

Flings  frantic  arms  in  air 
As  it  tosses  and  sinks  and  emerges — 

Beckons  with  wild  despair. 

And  tongues  that  doleful  peal  ? 
Now  loud  in  the  leaping  surges. 

Now  stifled  with  wind  and  wave. 
No  simple  device  of  good 
Stout  metal  and  bolted  wood. 

But  surely  a  thing  that  can  feel 
And  strong  in  its  struggle  to  save 

The  shoreward  driving  keel ! 
Boom  !    Boom  !    Boom  ! 
Out  of  the  horror  of  gloom 
A  sound  of  dolor  and  doom 

To  the  helmsman  at  the  wheel. 
The  seasons  come  and  go. 

And  still  in  storm  or  calm. 

On  the  ocean's  palpitant  palm. 
The  bell-buoy  rocks  and  rolls. 
The  summers  come  and  go. 
And  mantled  in  whirling  snow. 
Ice-capped,  amid  foam  and  floe. 

The  bell-buoy  rumbles  and  tolls. 
To  and  fro.  loud  or  low. 

Ever  that  sound  of  fear! 

You  listen  and  seem  to  hear 
A  voice,  as  of  some  wild  seer. 
A  cr\'  and  a  warning  to  souls 
Over  life's  treacherous  shoals. 

— /.  T.  Trowbridge. 


October  5,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


213 


FORTIETH    THOUSAND    "THUNDERER.' 


A  Red-Letter  Day  in  the  Annals  of  the  London  "Times.' 


To  the  majority  of  Londoners  the  issuing  of  a  fortv- 
four-page  supplement  by  a  daily  newspaper  is  an  aston- 
ishing event;  so  few  of  them  have  any  knowledge  of 
what  an  American  Sunday  paper  can  accomplish  in 
purveying  a  wholesale  supply  of  reading  matter.  The 
London  Sunday  papers  are  but  replicas,  in  size,  of  the 
daily  capers,  and  of  the  latter  there  are  few  which  in 
the  number  of  pages  could  compete  with  a  Saturday 
issue  of  the  Boston  Transcript  or  the  Springfield  Re- 
publican. 

Of  course  the  one  exception  is  the  world-renowned 
Times,  which  is  never  smaller  than  a  twenty-page 
paper.  When,  however,  that  journal,  as  was  the  case 
last  week,  presents  its  readers  with  a  douceur  of  forty- 
four  extra  pages,  the  event  is  naturally  regarded  as  a 
red-letter  day  in  British  journalism.  And  in  the  case 
of  such  a  special  issue  as  that  in  question  the  impor- 
tance of  the  occasion  may  be  admitted,  for  the  supple- 
ment was  in  honor  of  the  issuing  of  No.  40,000  of  the 
Times. 

Such  a  proof  of  lusty  old  age  has  a  greater  interest 
for  the  American  than  he  is  likely  to  think,  for  it  is 
not  unreasonable  to  assert  that  America  was  the  cause 
of  the  founding  of  the  Times.  The  proof  thereof  lies 
before  me  in  an  inedited  letter  which  has  been  brought 
to  light  by  the  researches  of  the  historical  manuscript 
commission.  It  is  none  other  than  an  epistle  from  the 
pen  of  John  Walter  the  first,  the  man  who  created  the 
"Thunderer,"  and  explains  how  he  came  to  establish 
the  paper.  John  Walter  had  reached  his  forty-sixth 
year  before  he  became  a  newspaper  proprietor,  for  he 
started  life  as  a  coal  merchant  and  prospered  so  ex- 
ceedingly in  that  occupation  that  at  last  he  determined 
to  abandon  the  coal  business  for  the  still  more  lucra- 
tive profession  of  an  underwriter.  For  a  time  he  con- 
fined his  ventures  to  the  insurance  of  ships  engaged  in 
the  coal  trade,  but  soon  he  entered  upon  a  wider  field 
and  took  risks  on  vessels  engaged  in  general  mer- 
chandise. But  when  he  had  undertaken  responsibility 
for  some  six  million  pounds'  worth  of  property,  the 
crash  came.  And  all  through  the  American  war.  He 
was  weighed  down,  as  he  wrote,  "by  the  hosts  of  foes 
this  nation  had  to  combat  in  the  American  war."  So 
he  became  a  bankrupt  by  the  rebellion  of  the  American 
colonies,  and  in  1781  had  to  begin  life  anew. 

It  was  at  that  juncture  of  his  career  that  John  Walter 
took  to  the  business  of  printing,  and  it  was  not  long 
ere  he  found  himself  launched  on  the  speculative  sea 
of  newspaper  proprietorship.  The  reason  he  gave  for 
his  venture  is  surely  unique  in  the  annals  of  journalism. 
"I  was  advised,"  he  wrote,  "to  publish  a  newspaper, 
as  my  acquaintances  were  so  numerous." 

In  his  business  as  a  printer,  however,  John  Walte- 
was  destined  to  experience  once  more  the  adverse  in- 
fluence of  the  rebellion  of  America.  He  had  been  fas- 
cinated by  the  idea  of  "logotypes,"  a  new  method  of 
printing  by  founts  of  single  words  instead  of  single 
letters,  and  became  known  in  London  as  "the  Logotype 
Printer."  To  further  the  cause  of  this  rapid  method 
of  printing,  he  wrote  a  pamphlet  and  dedicated  it  to 
George  III,  to  whom  he  also  sent  a  specimen  fount. 
But  at  the  same  time  Mr.  Walter  forwarded  a  copy  of 
his  pamphlet  to  one  Benjamin  Franklin,  then  in  Paris, 
and,  encouraged  by  his  commendation,  the  name  of  Ben- 
jamin Franklin  duly  appeared  among  his  list  of  sub- 
scribers. That  was  sufficient  for  his  majesty  of  Eng- 
land !  Mr.  Walter  was  promptly  requested  to  remove 
his  fount  of  logotypes  from  Buckingham  Palace,  for 
there  was  "no  room"  for  it  there. 

Nor  even  in  modern  days  has  the  Times  been  able 
to  escape  American  influence.  Apart  from  its  con- 
nection with  Parnellism  and  crime,  the  most  outstand- 
ing event  in  the  history  of  the  "Thunderer"  during  the 
past  generation  has  been  its  incursion  into  the  book 
subscription  business.  It  took  up  several  works  of 
reference,  including  the  Century  Dictionary,  and  forced 
them  upon  the  public  with  a  persistence  and  daring 
that  made  the  stolid  Londoner  gasp.  And  not  content 
with  that  it  began  selling  books  on  a  generous  scale, 
and  finally  landed  itself  into  a  bitter  warfare  with  the 
chief  publishers.  And  all  this  it  did  at  the  behest  of 
a  live  American. 

Having  had  personal  experience  of  the  effectiveness 
of  American  advertising  methods,  perhaps  it  is  not  sur- 
prising that  in  its  fortieth  thousand  issue  the  Times 
rebukes  the  United  Kingdom  for  its  conservatism  in 
advertising,  and  bids  Britishers  learn  to  "advertise  as 
lavishly  and  brilliantly  as  the  Americans."  It  also 
pays  a  hearty  tribute  to  the  great  advance  of  America 
in  the  art  of  printing,  making  special  mention  of  D.  B. 
Updike's  Merrymount  Press  and  the  Riverside  Press  of 
the  Houghton  Mifflin  Company. 

Those  who  have  criticized  the  Times  during  recent 
years  on  the  score  of  a  loss  of  dignity  have,  it  is  to  be 
feared,  been  swayed  in  their  opinion  by  its  book-selling 
enterprises.  But  it  is  not  likely  that  those  excursions 
into  the  commercial  field  will  be  repeated.  The  chief 
financial  control  of  the  paper  is  now  in  the  hands  of 
Lord  Northcliffe,  though  a  Walter  is  still  chairman 
of  the  company,  and  the  proprietor  of  the  Daily  Mail 
is  not  so  hard  pressed  for  a  few  thousand  pounds  as  to 
be  in  favor  of  any  policy  likely  to  impair  the  prestige 
of  the  Times.  The  paper  has,  then,  more  than  re- 
covered its  lost  ground  and  resumed  its  position  as  the 
unchallenged  leader  of  British  journalism.  To  those 
who  affirm  that  it  is  "not  so  good  as  it  was,"  the  in- 
evitable answer  is  the  classic  reply  to  the  same  com- 


plaint made  of  Punch — "it  never  was."  For  when  each 
issue  of  a  paper  is  judged  by  the  cumulative  reputation 
of  all  the  issues  which  have  gone  before  no  journal  is 
ever  so  good  as  it  was. 

Certainly  the  present  organization  of  the  Times 
ought  to  have  for  its  result  the  production  of  a  paper 
which  need  fear  no  competitor.  Secrecy  as  to  its  in- 
ternal economy  has  ever  been  the  policy  of  the  Times, 
but  in  celebration  of  its  fortieth  thousand  number  the 
veil  has  been  partially  drawn  aside.  The  writing  and 
contributing  staff  numbers  nearly  two  thousand,  while 
those  in  the  mechanical  and  commercial  departments 
add  another  five  hundred  to  the  total.  This  takes  no 
account  of  the  news  agency  services,  which,  however, 
are  less  used  than  by  any  other  London  daily.  When 
Julius  Reuter  offered  his  services  to  the  Times,  Delane 
replied,  "We  generally  find  that  we  can  do  our  own 
business  better  than  anybody  else  can,"  and  the  policy 
which  dictated  that  remark  is  still  largely  followed. 

Perhaps,  however,  the  most  interesting  side-light  is 
that  thrown  upon  the  doings  of  those  irate  Britishers 
who  are  wont  to  air  their  wrath  by  "writing  to  the 
Times."  The  volume  of  that  correspondence  is  ever 
on  the  increase,  but  the  percentage  actually  printed  is 
small  enough,  it  is  said,  to  make  it  "something  of  a 
distinction  to  have  an  unsolicited  letter  accepted."  In 
line  with  this  is  the  statement  that  there  is  no  day  of 
the  year  when  the  matters  which  pours  into  the  office 
would  not  amply  suffice  to  fill  two  papers,  while  on 
most  days  it  would  suffice  for  three. 

It  is  a  remarkable  fact  that  although  Punch  has  had 
his  historian,  no  one  has  yet  attempted  to  write  the 
history  of  the  Times.  The  third  John  Walter  used  to 
say  such  a  task  was  "impossible,"  and  no  doubt  a  great 
quantity  of  interesting  material  has  perished  with  the 
men  who  could  have  furnished  it,  but  a  diligent  stu- 
dent of  the  undercurrents  of  English  life  for  the  past 
hundred  and  twenty-five  years  could  rescue  enough  to 
make  a  fascinating  volume.  The  letter  alluded  to  above 
would  make  a  good  skeleton  for  the  early  chapters,  and 
other  documents  of  the  kind  could  be  recovered  by 
careful  research.  It  is  not  generally  known,  for  ex- 
ample, that  Coleridge  was  once  anxious  to  join  the 
staff  of  the  paper,  while  Carlyle  gave  an  admirable 
account  of  the  connection  of  John  Sterling's  father  with 
the  editorial  department.  The  biographies  of  most  of 
the  men  of  letters  of  the  past  century  show  that  the 
majority  were  at  one  time  or  another  contributors  to  its 
columns.  And  that  is  true  today.  The  paper  can  still 
command  the  services  of  the  ablest  and  best-informed 
pens  of  the  nation.  Hence  though  it  is  not  so  old  as 
the  Morning  Post,  and  can  not  boast,  as  that  journal 
can,  of  having  an  editor  killed  at  his  desk  after  the 
style  of  the  "wild  and  woolly  West,"  it  starts  on  its 
fiftieth  thousand  decade  with  every  confidence  of  being 
able  to  maintain  its  enviable  reputation. 

Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London.  September  17,  1912. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Practically  all  of  the  jade  now  mined  comes  from 
Burma,  though  New  Zealand  is  a  producer  of  some 
note.  China  takes  practically  the  entire  output.  In 
Burma  the  privilege  of  mining  it  has  been  possessed  by 
the  same  Indian  or  Shan  tribe  for  many  generations. 
The  method  employed  is  only  the  crudest.  Indeed,  ex- 
perts declare  that  the  introduction  of  modern  methods 
would,  even  if  they  proved  successful,  defeat  them- 
selves by  demoralizing  values.  The  Chinese  prefer 
jade  which  is  of  a  dark  green  color,  free  from  all 
mottles,  and  jade  of  this  particular  grade  is  worth,  in 
a  general  way,  its  weight  in  gold.  There  are  imita- 
tions of  jade  on  the  market,  generally  produced  in  Eu- 
rope, which  only  experts  can  detect,  and  a  large  amount 
of  this  imitation  stone,  manufactured  into  jewelry  in 
Hongkong  and  Canton,  is  sold  to  tourists  as  jade. 


On  September  19  the  craft  in  New  York  harbor 
looked  with  wondering  eyes  upon  a  strange  vessel 
which  glided  swiftly  and  noiselessly  without  smoke- 
stack or  sails  through  the  shipping  to  her  dock.  She 
was  the  Christian  X  of  the  Hamburg-American  Line, 
7300  tons  burden,  the  first  motor  ship  which  has  visited 
the  port,  and  she  arrived  from  New  Orleans  to  get 
fuel  oil  to  run  her  to  Hamburg.  Her  captain  said  that 
she  consumed  ten  tons  of  oil  a  day.  He  calls  her  the 
first  ocean  automobile. 


Georgia's  most  famous  orchard,  the  largest  of  its 
kind  in  the  world,  containing  225,000  bearing  peach 
trees,  has  just  been  cut  down  and  burned  to  make  room 
for  a  cotton  plantation,  which  the  owners  of  the  prop- 
erty believe  they  can  operate  at  greater  profit.  The 
grove  was  located  at  Americus,  fifty  miles  from  Macon. 
It  was  known  as  the  Baglev  Orchard. 


The  town  of  Scituate,  in  eastern  Massachusetts,  has 
been  paying  twenty-five  cents  for  every  dead  wood- 
chuck  brought  to  the  town  treasurer.  The  treasurer 
has  had  a  good  many  quarters  to  disburse  in  conse- 
quence of  the  ordinance,  and,  what  is  worse,  he  has 
had  to  bury  the  woodchucks.  He  is  said  to  be  thinking 
of  retiring  from  politics. 

The  story  goes  that  Java  was  lost  to  the  British 
crown  through  geographical  ignorance.  When  the 
British  were  negotiating  with  the  Dutch  early  in  the 
last  century,  a  trembling  secretary  pointed  out  to  Lord 
Liverpool  that  the  Dutch  claimed  the  island  of  Java. 
"Java,  where  is  Java?  Let  'em  have  it,"  roared  his 
lordship. 


Dr.  Konstantin  Dumba.  who  has  decided  not  to  ac- 
cept the  ambassadorship  of  Austria-Hungary  at  Wash- 
ington, is  satisfied  with  his  post  as  minister  at  Stock- 
holm. 

Lord  Edward  Seymour,  a  younger  brother  of  the 
Marquis  of  Hertford,  has  acquired  a  farm  at  Erindale, 
Ontario,  where  he  intends  to  carry  on  market  gardening 
and  fruit  raising. 

William  Whiting  Borden  of  Chicago,  several  times 
a  millionaire,  will  become  a  missionary  to  China.  He 
has  taken  up  preparatory  studies.  His  sister  was  a 
missionary  in  India  for  many  years. 

Professor  Vilhjalmar  Stefansson,  discoverer  of  a 
tribe  of  blonde  Eskimos  living  near  the  mouth  of  the 
Mackenzie  River,  is  of  Norwegian  descent,  but  was 
born  in  Canada  and  graduated  from  Harvard.  He  is 
thirty-six  years  old. 

Joseph  R.  Wilson,  only  brother  of  the  Democratic 
nominee  for  President,  is  city  editor  of  the  Nashville, 
Tennessee.  Banner.  He  graduated  from  the  South- 
western Presbyterian  University,  and  has  been  engaged 
in  newspaper  work  practically  ever  since. 

M.  Georges  Legagneux,  the  French  aviator,  who  has 
just  created  a  world's  record  by  ascending  to  a  height 
of  18,786  feet,  attained  that  distance  in  forty-five 
minutes.  He  carried  a  tube  of  oxygen,  which  he  was 
compelled  to  use  on  reaching  an  altitude  of  15,789  feet. 

Lieutenant-General  Sir  Robert  Baden-Powell,  who 
has  returned  to  London  after  a  journey  around  the 
world  in  the  interests  of  the  Boy  Scout  movement,  says 
the  authorities  in  Japan  are  making  a  close  study  of 
the  movement  with  a  view  to  its  adoption  for  educa- 
tional purposes. 

Miss  Elsie  Sem,  the  only  practicing  woman  barrister 
in  Norway,  qualified  as  a  lawyer  in  1904.  Not  being 
content  to  remain  "sakforer,"  or  lawyer  with  right  only 
to  plead  in  minor  cases,  she  has  finished  the  four 
test  cases  necessary  to  her  admission  to  the  Supreme 
Court,  and  is  now  a  barrister  entitled  to  appear. 

Mrs.  Elmer  Black,  the  first  American  woman  to  b« 
invited  to  sit  as  a  delegate  to  the  International  Peace 
Conference,  which  convened  in  Geneva,  Switzerland, 
a  few  days  ago,  is  president  of  the  Women's  Progres- 
sive Economic  League.  In  London  last  year  she  was 
chosen  vice-president  of  the  Universal  Peace  Congress. 
William  Rankin,  the  oldest  living  American  college 
graduate,  recently  began  his  104th  year  hale  and 
hearty.  He  lives  at  Bayhead,  New  Jersey.  At  one 
time  he  was  a  law  partner  of  President  Taft's  father. 
He  graduated  from  Williams  College,  class  of  1831. 
Upon  graduation  he  went  to  Cincinnati,  and  began  the 
practice  of  law. 

Charles  Edward  Jerningham.  who  recently  bought 
London  Vanity  Fair,  has  for  twenty-five  years  written 
for  Truth  under  the  name  of  "Marmaduke."  He  was 
educated  at  Beaumont  and  Stonyhurst.  Jerningham 
was  one  of  the  founders  of  the  Self-Help  Emigration 
Society,  and  it  was  through  his  efforts  that  the  Art 
Collectors'  Protective  Association  came  into  existence. 
He  is  well  known  as  a  collector  of  old  English  glass, 
and  has  composed  a  number  of  waltzes  and  songs. 

Inman  R.  Sealby,  captain  of  the  liner  Republic  when 
she  sank  after  collision  with  the  Italian  steamer 
Florida,  in  1909,  has  just  completed  a  course  in  the 
law  school  of  the  University  of  Michigan  and  intends 
to  devote  himself  to  the  practice  of  the  legal  profes- 
sion. He  will  first  visit  Genoa.  Italy,  where  he  will  be 
made  an  honorable  member  of  the  Consulate  Delia  Ma- 
rina, the  oldest  maritime  organization  in  the  world,  and 
the  first  to  establish  and  publish  a  set  of  rules  for  navi- 
gation. 

For  fifty  years  the  Rev.  Olympia  Brown  of  Racine, 
Wisconsin",  has  been  preaching  from  a  Universalist 
pulpit,  having  been  ordained  in  1853.  She  held  sev- 
eral pastorates  in  the  East  before  going  to  the  central 
states  and  has  lectured  in  almost  every  state  in  the 
Union.  In  the  early  'seventies  she  was  married  to 
Tohn  Henry  Willis.  '  A  curious  feature  of  their  mar- 
riage was  that  Mr.  Willis  agreed  to  his  wife's  desire 
to  keep  her  own  name  and  to  be  known  not  as  Mrs. 
Willis,  but  as  Mrs.  Brown. 

Sir  Samuel  Fay.  recently  knighted  by  King  George 
of  England,  is  general  manager  of  the  Great  Central 
Railway,  and  though  one  of  the  most  prominent  figures 
in  the  railway  world  he  began  as  a  junior  clerk  in  a 
wayside  country  station  on  a  branch  line.  He  is  of 
farming  stock,  essentially  a  self-made  man,  small  in 
stature,  but  the  possessor  of  an  iron  will.  His  first 
great  success  was  the  rejuvenation  of  the  Midland  and 
Southwestern  Junction,  which  he  took  out  of  the  hands 
of  a  receiver  and  put  on  a  paying  basis  after  the  road 
had  been  given  up  as  hopeless. 

Carroll  S.  Page.  United  States  senator  from  Ver- 
mont, who  is  trying  to  have  Congress  pass  his  bill  for 
$12,000,000  to  be  devoted  to  vocational  education  in 
various  schools  and  colleges  in  the  different  states,  is 
one  of  the  world's  largest  dealers  in  calfskin.  Though 
a  millionaire,  he  began  life  as  a  worker.  At  the  age 
of  twelve  he  began  curing  and  selling  calfskins  in  his 
father's  shop.  He  could  have  had  a  college  education, 
but  preferred  to  devote  himself  t"  business.  Born  in 
Vermont,  he  has  been  loyal  to  the  state,  and  lives  in 
the  little  town  of  Hyde  Park,  a  place  i  500 

inhabitants. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  5,  1912. 


SOMETHING    MORE    THAN    WOMAN. 


A  Surgeon's  Tragic  Experiment 


I  wonder  if  Tracy  may  have  had  some  dim,  twisted 
presentiment  of  what  the  night  was  to  hold.  When  we 
— Dr.  Craigwood,  our  host,  and  myself,  a  fellow-guest 
— followed  him  out  on  the  veranda  that  evening  he  was 
staring  mournfully  across  the  lake  toward  the  far-away 
mountains  in  the  east,  glowing  rosily  in  the  very  last 
of  the  sun.  The  surgeon  and  I  had  paused  to  look  at 
an  old  edition  acquired  since  my  last  visit.  It  was 
Tracy's  first  glimpse  of  the  doctor's  mountain  home  and 
he  was  more  interested  in  the  stupendous  scenic  setting 
than  in  rare  books,  however  attractive  they  might  be. 

He  was  the  friend  of  a  friend  of  mine,  was  Tracy. 
Aside  from  that  we  had  apparently  little  enough  in 
common,  I  being  somewhat  of  a  bon-vivant,  with  a  set 
of  nerves  that  jangled  on  occasion  and  with  no  good 
looks  to  commend  me.  He  was  young  and  handsome, 
not  tall,  but  deep-chested  and  athletic.  Yet  his  power- 
ful physique  was  belied  again  by  the  dreamy  depths  of 
a  pair  of  sapphire-blue  eyes  and  by  the  sorrowful 
curves  of  a  tender,  sensitive  mouth. 

He  had-  dropped  in  at  my  town  apartments  and  I  had 
begun  to  be  at  a  loss  for  entertainment — so  few  things 
seemed  to  appeal.  Therefore  I  was  heartily  glad  when 
Craigwood  asked  us  both  up  to  his  bachelor  establish- 
ment at  Velvet  Lake  for  the  week-end.  To  be  exact, 
meeting  Tracy  for  the  first  time  while  on  a  hurried  trip 
into  the  city,  he  had  included  him  in  my  standing  invi- 
tation. For  I  have  been  accustomed  to  spend  a  day  or 
two  with  the  surgeon  rather  frequently  in  summer:  I 
believe  he  likes  to  have  me.  I  am  fond  of  the  mag- 
nificent mountain  view  and  still  fonder  of  the  fare. 
Craigwood  has  a  Japanese  cook  who  is  a  wonder.  The 
cook  and  a  mummy-faced  house  boy  constitute  his  re- 
tinue. He  drives  his  own  motor-car — drives  it  fast  and 
hard. 

I  say  that  Craigwood  likes  to  have  me  in  his  home, 
not  from  any  vague  conceit,  but  merely  because  he  is  a 
good  talker  and  I  am  an  excellent  listener.  He  has 
surgical  hobbies  of  the  strangest,  maintaining  a  complete 
laboratory  and  operating  room  in  the  roomy  bungalow. 
One  deserves  small  credit  for  being  a  good  listener. 
It  is  always  easy;  for  Craigwood  has  a  vivid  way  of 
narrating  his  experiments  which  manacles  attention. 
But  it  is  not  always  the  easiest  matter  in  the  world  to 
be  an  intelligent  audience.  Technical  jargon  is  difficult 
to  a  mere  idler,  even  though  my  surgeon  friend,  realiz- 
ing my  limitations,  does  his  absent  best  toward  con- 
fining himself  to  words  of  one  syllable.  But  I  under- 
stand enough — and  more  than  enough — to  know  that  he 
has  made  marvelous  anatomical  discoveries  and  is  on 
the  brink  of  others  still  more  wonderful. 

'"Well,  Mr.  Tracy."  said  Craigwood  as  we  came  out 
of  doors,  "what  do  you  think  of  this  little  shift  of 
scenery  ?" 

"It  is  awe-inspiring,"  returned  Tracy  fervently,  "it's 
different!  That  huge  point  of  rock  jutting  into  the 
water  over  yonder  impresses  me  especial^.  The  way  it 
leans  out  over  the  lake  makes  one  imagine  that  the 
pointed  crest  is  straining  toward  the  mountains  on  the 
other  side.  What  are  those  niches  on  this  face?  A 
natural  stairway,  I  dare  say." 

Craigwood  nodded,  leaning  back  in  his  chair  and 
stroking  the  top  of  a  shiny  bald  head. 

"Yes,"  he  said,  "and  the  steps  in  the  rock  are  nearly 
as  well  defined  as  if  they  had  been  hewn  by  men.  Per- 
haps they  were  helped  out  a  trifle  by  human  agencies 
at  some  time  or  another.  There  are  a  number  of  In- 
dian legends  connected  with  this  vicinity.  The  lake  itself 
is  exceedingly  deep — hundreds  of  feet.  I've  no  doubt  it 
occupies  a  volcanic  crater.  There  isn't  a  fish  in  it.  The 
Indians  say  that  if  any  living  animal  falls  into  the  water 
it  is  sucked  down — I  don't  know  where — to  the  very  bot- 
tom of  things.  There  are  serpent  carvings  on  the  sum- 
mit of  that  natural  pyramid  which  would  indicate  its 
use  by  a  prehistoric  people  as  a  place  of  sacrifice.  The 
sun  rises  over  the  mountains  there  and  shines  down  the 
slope  on  this  side.  I've  often  sat  out  here  and  day- 
dreamed a  procession  of  feathered  priests  and  naked  vic- 
tims going  up  the  ascent.  Perhaps  they  bound  them — 
those  human  sacrifices — as  they  once  did  in  Yucatan — 
and  sent  them  flying  down  that  five  hundred  feet  of  air 
into  another  five  hundred  feet  of  water — who  knows? 
The  Indians  call  it  the  'Stairway  to  the  Stars.'  " 

"Jove!"  ejaculated  Tracy,  staring  up  the  lofty  point 
of  rocks.  "Jove !  Think  of  them — tumbling  over  and 
over,  and  then  going  down,  down,  down,  through  all 
those  hundreds  of  feet  of  air  and  water !" 

"B-r-r — !"  I  interpolated  lazily.  "Rather,  don't  think 
of  them.     Why  should  you?" 

"At  all  events,"  continued  our  host,  "there's  the  most 
beautiful  view  from  the  summit  you  ever  looked  upon — 
especially  by  moonlight.     Is  it  not  so,  Seville?" 

"I've  not  had  the  good  fortune  to  be  up  there  by  moon- 
light," I  replied,  "but  can  vouch  for  its  charm  by  the 
light  of  the  day." 

"I  thought  we  climbed  it  one  night,  time  of  the  full 
moon,"  commented  Craigwood.  "As  you  haven't  been, 
the  three  of  us  will  go  tomorrow.  The  moon  is  at  its 
besl  this  evening,  but  I'm  giving  my  attention  to  an 
elaborate  experiment  tonight — or.  rather,  the  results  of 
one." 

"B3  the  by,'    1  queried,  "how  did  you  come  out  with 
the  healing  agent  you  were  working  on  when  I  was  up 
Exent'  — vmi  were  going  to  call  it." 

rfe-ted  it  to  a  certain  degrei  ,"  said  Craigwood 
ugr  with  a  certain  noticeable  undercurrent  of 
his  manner. 


"And  it  means ?" 

"Everything!"  supplied  the  surgeon  emphatically.  "It 
means  all  things  to  all  men.  Suppose  you  had  a  great 
gash  in  your  arm,  Seville.  I  could  give  you  an  anaes- 
thetic and,  before  you  came  out  of  it,  heal  your  arm 
perfectly — with  possibly  never  a  scar." 

"Why,"  cried  Tracy  vivaciously,  "that  will  be  a  splen- 
did thing  to  have  in  case  of  accident — like  a  railroad 
wreck,  you  know — where  a  lot  of  people  are  cut  and 
mangled.     Could  any  one  apply  the  stuff,  doctor?" 

"No  doubt,  no  doubt,"  replied  Craigwood  indiffer- 
ently. "That  phase  of  the  matter  is  trivial  compared  to 
all  that  I  have  in  mind."  There  was  strained  excitement 
in  every  syllable. 

I  looked  over  at  him.  It  was  growing  a  bit  dusky 
on  the  veranda.  Down  in  this  high  hollow  of  the  hills 
it  was  only  a  breath  from  sunset  to  darkness.  His 
strong,  smooth-shaven  face  came  close  to  us  in  the  half 
light. 

"Gentlemen,"  he  said,  "with  Exenth  I  shall  be  able  to 
discover  the  hidden  secrets  of  the  human  organism. 
With  Exenth  I  shall  solve  the  mystery  of  the  ductless 
glands !" 

"Now  that,"  I  remarked  with  attempted  levity,  "no 
doubt  means  something  to  you,  but  to  poor  laymen  it  is 
only  one  word  after  another — eh,  Tracy?  What  are 
ductless  glands,  pray  ?" 

Craigwood  laughed  shortly.     "There's  a  little  too  much 

to  the  subject,"  said  he;  "there  are  many  volumes " 

"Just  the  fairy  tale  part,  please,"  I  interjected.  "Pity 
our  ignorance  and  tell  us  all  the  romance,  leaving  out  the 
hard  words." 

"That  is  a  difficult  order,"  he  answered,  "but  I  can  at 
least  give  you  a  few  ideas.  For  example,  at  the  base  of 
your  brain  is  something  we  call  the  pituitary  body. 
Just  a  kernel — the  size  of  a  grain  of  rice  or  thereabouts. 
If  I  cut  away  a  certain  part  of  it,  you  die.  If  I  cut 
another  portion  you  turn  into  a  great  jellyfish  of  a  man, 
vour  very-  shape  disappearing  under  heaps  and  folds  of 
fat." 

"Ugh !"  I  muttered,  half  to  myself,  "what  a  disagree- 
able little  contraption.     I  don't  like  it." 

"It's  one  of  many,"  returned  the  speaker  solemnly. 
"There's  the  pineal  gland  for  another  instance.  It  is  at 
the  top  of  the  skull  where  experiments  have  not  readily 
been  performed.  Who  can  tell  what  terrific  functions  it 
may  have  or  how  they  might  be  altered?  It  has  been 
called  the  'Eye  of  the  Soul.'  " 

"Good  heavens !"  exclaimed  Tracy.  "Whoever  heard 
of  such  things  ?  What  kind  of  beings  are  we,  anyhow  ?" 
"That,"  said  the  doctor  dynamically,  "is  wdiat  I  in- 
tend to  find  out.  See  now  !  I  have  an  extract  from  one 
of  these  very  same  ductless  organs — the  suprarenal 
gland.  This  extract  has  the  power  to  contract  capil- 
laries so  forcibly  that  a  surgeon  can  operate  with  no 
flow  of  blood  to  interfere.  That  is  comparatively  old — 
a  well-known  aid  to  surgery.  But,  using  it  in  conjunc- 
tion with  my  newly  discovered  healing  compound,  I  can 
graft  one  portion  of  the  brain  to  another,  or  one  gland 
to  another,  and  heal  them  perfectly  before  the  subject 
recovers  from  the  anaesthetic.  He  would  awaken  with 
not  the  slightest  knowledge  of  my  labors,  and  with 
scarcely  a  scar  to  furnish  food  for  speculation.  Today 
— even  today — I  have  made  my  first  experiment;  for 
mark  you,  my  friends,  I  do  not  claim  to  be  more  than 
a  confused  tyro  on  the  threshold  of  a  labyrinth. 

"I  have  hit  upon  a  glandular  body  in  the  human  or- 
ganism of  hitherto  unknown  function,  which  I  find  is 
capable  of — in  fact  does  produce — an  ultra-powerful 
stimulation  along  certain  lines.  Now  this  is  what  I 
have  done :  Listen  and  say  if  it  is  not  almost  unbe- 
lievable. I  have  opened  the  skull  of  a  living  subject, 
grafted  a  portion  of  the  body  referred  to  into  the  pineal 
gland — that  which  has  been  said  to  be  the  'Eye  of  the 
Soul.' 

"I  have  healed  all  incisions  with  Exenth  and  the  sub- 
ject lies  even  now  asleep  in  this  very  house — a  sleep  of 
my  making.  What  will  be  the  change?  I  await  it  al- 
most as  ignorantly  as  you.  If  I  were  to  give  my  imag- 
ination full  play  I  might  hope  that  she  would  be  a  thing 
of  glory — a  creature  of  fire  and  radiance,  purity  and 
beauty — one  whom  an  ordinary  mortal  might  fall  down 
and  worship.  She  would  know  nothing  of  the  hated 
laws  of  matter,  but  would  be  all-forgetful  of  physical 
being — a  truly  living  soul.  That  is  merely  a  wild 
dream.     At  midnight  we  shall  know." 

"Who  is  this  that  you  have  experimented  upon,  doc- 
tor?" I  asked  half  in  curiosity,  half  in  horror.  "A 
woman  ?     Did  she  know  what  you  were  going  to  do  ? 

It  seems  a  doubtful  proposition " 

"No,  she  didn't  know,"  said  Craigwood  brusquely. 
"How  could  she?  It  was  the  Norwegian  boat-keeper's 
daughter." 

"My  God!"  I  cried.  "Not  that  idiot  girl?" 
"Yes,"  he  assented  easily.  "Why  not?  Better  her 
than  any  one  else.  As  you  say,  these  things  are  doubt- 
ful. I  told  the  parents  I  might  restore  her  reason.  The 
mother  stayed  while  I  operated  and  afterwards  put  her 
daughter  into  bed  with  my  help.  Then  I  sent  her  along 
home.  Told  her  the  girl  would  sleep  until  noon  tomor- 
row. I  did  not  want  any  interference  at  the  time  of  the 
awakening." 

I  had  seen  the  creature  on  my  last  visit.  She  was 
huddled  in  the  sunlight  close  to  the  wall  of  her  father's 
cabin,  which  stood  on  the  farther  side  of  the  lake.  I 
remember  looking  away  quickly — sickened  to  my  very 
heart.  Yet  there  seemed  to  be  no  particular  defect  of 
form  or  feature.  /(  had  eyes  and  ears  and  mouth — 
hardly  visible  for  the  thick,  snarled  tangle  of  yellow 
hair  hanging  around  the  face.  It  was  neither  the  shape- 
liness of  the  thing,  nor  its  unshapeliness.     I  don't  know 


what  it  was.  I  remember  hurrying  on  down  the  shore 
of  the  lake  just  to  get  out  of  sight  of  that  inhuman, 
bestial  stare.  I  could  hear  the  thing  mowing  and  gib- 
bering after  me  for  rods.    And  now   Craigwood   had 

taken  this  miserable,  menacing  lump  of  flesh 

"Horrible!"  I  reiterated.  "It's  a  crime  to  give  more 
life  or  strength — whatever  you've  done  or  intend  to  do — 
to  a  thing  like  that.  I  looked  at  it  once !  I'd  hate  to 
waste  a  soul  there !" 

The  doctor  grunted  expressively.  "You'll  see,"  he 
said.  "And  now  I  want  to  throw  myself  on  the  mercy 
of  my  guests.  I  want  you  to  entertain  yourselves  for 
the  evening.  To  tell  the  truth,  I've  been  without  any 
sleep  whatever  for  sixty  hours  or  more — getting  ready 
for  this  experiment.  I'd  like  to  lie  down  for  a  couple 
of  hours  or  so,  but  I  want  to  be — I  must  be — awake  at 
eleven  without  fail.  If  there's  no  mistake  the  subject 
will  be  conscious  at  twelve.  Could  I  ask  you  to  call  me, 
Seville  ?  It  is  so  important  that  I'm  afraid  to  depend 
upon  the  Japs — though  they're  trustworthy  enough,  so 
far  as  that  goes." 

"I'll  be  glad  to,"  I  assented,  "if  you'll  excuse  me  from 
participation  afterwards." 

"I'll  stretch  out  on  the  couch  in  the  library,"  said  he. 

"It's  an  outrage  to  ask  you  to  stay  up,  I  know " 

"Decidedly  not,"  I  rejoined.  "I  never  go  to  bed  until 
midnight,  so  you  needn't  fret." 

"And  I,"  supplemented  Tracy  idly,  "am  going  to  take 
a  solitary  moonlight  walk.  I  enjoy  that  kind  hugely; 
I  see  the  moon  is  almost  over  the  hills." 

"Do!"  said  our  host  heartily.  "Maybe  you'd  like  to 
try  the  climb  I  spoke  of.  Better  leave  it  until  tomorrow 
night  though,  and  we'll  enjoy  it  together — the  three  of 
us.  Try  the  road  in  the  opposite  direction.  It  parallels 
the  lake  through  the  pines — a  charming  stroll." 

Twice  I  was  on  the  point  of  speaking.  I  wanted  to 
ask  Tracy  to  stay  and  bear  me  company.  But  it  seemed 
a  foolish  thing  'to  say — that  I  w-as  afraid  to  be  alone ; 
so  I  kept  silent — and  wretched.  Craigwood  had  me  all 
upset  with  his  mad  experiment  and  its  subject. 

After  Tracy  had  gone  down  the  lake  road  I  sat 
woodenly  on  the  veranda,  smoking  one  cigar  after  an- 
other. It  was  so  still  that  I  could  hear  the  deliberate 
ripples  of  the  deep  lake  slapping  against  the  pebbles. 
Then  I  could  change  the  focus  of  my  hearing  and  listen 
to  the  beating  of  my  heart.  I  was  all  alone.  The  Jap- 
anese servants  were  in  a  detached  cabin  to  the  rear.  In 
the  house  there  was  only  the  sleeping  surgeon,  myself, 
and  That. 

I  gripped  the  arms  of  the  leather  chair  and  wished 
Tracy  would  return — wished  that  I  had  never  let  him 
go — that  I  had  accompanied  him.  The  moon  was  swing- 
ing high  by  now,  high  enough  so  that,  sitting  well  back 
on  the  veranda  one  was  in  the  dark  shadow  and  out  of 
its  white  glare.  Just  that  one  small  patch  of  darkness — 
beyond,  in  front,  everywhere,  the  whole  wide  w-orld  was 
filled  with  the  icily  cold  light.  It  must  have  been  near- 
ing  the  end  of  my  vigil.  I  remember  that  I  was  on  the 
point  of  stepping  forward  to  look  at  my  watch  before 
calling  the  sleeper,  when  a  white-clad  figure  came  into 
sight,  walking  midway  between  the  house  and  the  shore 
of  the  silent  lake. 

It  seemed  to  be  a  woman.  Then  the  face  came  around 
in  my  direction — the  eyes  turned  straight  toward  me — 
and  I  knew  it  was  something  else — something  more. 
The  glory  of  the  countenance,  even  at  a  distance,  was 
beyond  mortal  description. 

The  figure  came  nearer  and,  beneath  the  steady  splen- 
dor of  the  eyes  I  crouched  down,  hoping  to  be 
unseen,  in  the  darkest  corner.  Afterward  I  watched 
my  strange  visitor  go  like  a  white  wraith  down  the 
river  road;  then  I  found  myself  in  the  library,  clawing 
frantically  at  Craigwood's  arm  until  he  was  wide  awake 
and  listening.  I  followed  him  to  the  door  of  the  sleep- 
ing apartment  beyond  the  laboratory  because  I  would 
not  be  left  alone.  Nothing  within !  The  light  was 
pouring  through  the  wide-open,  full-length  windows. 
There  was  no  one  in  the  bed. 

We  went  out  of  the  window  and  along  through  the 
pines  to  the  rear,  silently.  The  surgeon  turned  irreso- 
lutely into  the  road  at  the  same  moment  that  the  figure 
came  into  sight  again.  What !  It  was  Tracy — Tracy 
— by  her  side,  the  two  of  them  pacing  solemnly,  silently 
toward  us !  Craigwood  caught  my  arm  and  drew  me 
into  the  shadow  of  a  pine.  They  passed  within  two 
yards.  I  saw  the  wonder  and  terror  of  her  eyes — her 
smile.  I  saw  the  glittering  aura  that  hung  over  her 
whole  person,  even  clinging  to  the  long  tresses  of  gold 
hair  like  melted  diamond  dust.  It  made  the  moon's 
rays  garish  and  tawdry  by  comparison.  A  white  arm 
was  around  Tracy's  shoulders  and  he  was  looking  up- 
ward into  that  immortal  face — so  tall  was  she — I  think 
Tracy  must  have  been  glad  to  go  with  her — I  do  not 
know  why  he  should  have  been  chosen — Ah,  perhaps 
if  I  had  gone  forth  at  once  into  the  light  instead  of 

crouching  in  the  darkest  corner 

When  Craigwood  and  I,  stumbling  like  dazed, 
drunken  men,  were  at  the  foot  of  the  incline  the  two 
were  approaching  the  summit.  The  Stairway  to  the 
Stars  lay  very  beautiful  before  us,  all  the  granite 
roughness  gone  in  the  magic  of  the  moon.  Yet  we  did 
not  attempt  to  follow,  but  stood  still,  looking  upward — 
fascinated. 

Xow  they  were  at  the  far  point  of  the  pyramid. 
Her  arm  was  outstretched  to  the  sun-strewn  vault 
above  as  if  pointing  out  some  strange,  new  path  of 
peace.  We  saw  the  light-crowned  head  bending  close 
to  his  as  if  she  told  him  of  the  life  and  love  upon  that 
same  long  road. 
Then — they  were  gone.  W.  Edson  Smith. 

San  Francisco,  October,  1912. 


October  5,  1912. 


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james  McNeill  whistler. 


Mr.    Thomas    R.   Way    Recalls    Some    of    the    Memories    of 
Nearly  Twenty  Years  Close  Association. 


The  name  of  James  McNeil  Whistler  upon  a  title- 
page  has  still  an  unrivaled  power  to  attract.  Mr.  T.  R. 
Way,  who  writes  the  latest  volume  of  recollections,  re- 
minds us  that  never  before  has  an  artist's  death  let 
loose  such  vast  quantities  of  printed  matter  in  every 
part  of  the  world.  And  yet  there  is  room  for  it  all, 
and  we  may  still  look  forward  to  a  volume  of  Whistler 
correspondence  as  soon  as  the  lapse  of  time  shall  give 
propriety  to  such  an  undertaking.  Whistler  showed 
himself  in  many  different  ways  to  many  different  people 
and  the  author  conveys  the  suggestion  that  when  his 
countrymen  realized  that  his  reputation  was  estab- 
lished and  paid  court  to  him  he  allowed  himself  to 
forget  his  earlier  friends,  who  had  stood  bv  him  when 
his  reputation  was  still  to  be  won. 

The  author,  himself  an  artist,  made  Whistler's  ac- 
quaintance at  the  time  when  he  was  experimenting  with 
the  lithographic  process  which  he  found  to  be  the  most 
sympathetic  and  perfect  medium  of  all  the  reproductive 
methods.  It  was  in  1878  that  Whistler  made  his  first 
start  with  lithography  after  the  usual  period  of  careful 
and  thorough  preparation: 

It  was  at  this  time  that  I  made  my  first  visit  to  his  studio. 
He  had  previously  been  to  my  father's  office  at  21  Wellington 
Street,  where  I  had  seen  him,  but  now  some  message  had  to 
be  sent  to  him  about  the  stones  he  wanted,  so  I  went  to  96 
Lindsay  Row,  where  he  was  then  living.  As  he  was  painting 
in  his  studio,  I  was  asked  to  wait.  But  Charles  Augustus 
Howell  came  along  and  took  me  into  the  room  at  the  back  of 
the  house,  which  he  used  as  a  studio.  I  remember  that  the 
passage  from  the  door  was  paneled,  and  had,  I  think,  a  paint- 
ing of  ships  on  the  wall.  Later  on  I  found  amongst  the  notes 
upon  brown  paper  which  my  father  had  from  him,  a  rough 
sketch  which  I  recognized  as  probably  for  this  decoration. 
I  remember  that  the  studio  struck  me  as  a  very  dark  chamber; 
perhaps  because  it  was  late  in  the  afternoon,  though  the  ar- 
rangements for  the  picture  he  was  working  upon  may  have 
helped  the  idea.  It  was  a  full-length  portrait  of  Mr.  Winans, 
in  black,  against  a  black  background.  Howell,  who  seemed  to 
have  the  right  to  come  and  go  as  he  pleased  in  the  house, 
took  me  in,  saying,  "It's  only  young  Way;  he  can  come  in, 
can't  he  ?"  Mr.  Winans,  who  had  evidently  had  a  long  sitting, 
exclaimed  "Time's  up  !  Jimmy."  "Only  another  quarter  of  an 
hour,"  was  the  reply ;  but  the  quarter  of  an  hour  stretched 
into  three-quarters  before  the  sitting  finished  and  I  could  ven- 
ture to  give  my  message,  which  was  about  the  arrangements 
for  an  excursion  down  the  river  with  my  father,  for  the  next 
drawing — "Limehouse." 

The  author  allows  us  a  glance  at  Whistler's  methods 
during  his  residence  at  the  White  House  in  Tite  Street, 
built  from  the  designs  of  his  friend,  E.  W.  Godwin,  the 
architect : 

The  studio  was  surprisingly  different  from  the  room  he 
previously  used  in  Lindsay  Row,  and  entirely  unlike  the 
studios  usually  occupied  by  other  artists.  I  remember  a  long, 
not  very  lofty  room,  very  light,  with  windows  along  one  side; 
his  canvas  beside  his  model  at  one  end,  and  at  the  other, 
near  the  table  which  he  used  as  a  palette,  an  old  Georgian 
looking-glass,  so  arranged  that  he  could  readily  see  his  canvas 
and  model  reflected  in  it.  Those  who  use  such  a  mirror  (as 
he  did  constantly)  will  know  that  it  is  the  most  merciless  of 
critics.  I  marveled,  then,  at  his  extraordinary  activity,  as  he 
darted  backwards  and  forwards  to  look  at  both  painting  and 
model  from  his  point  of  view  at  the  extreme  end  of  the  long 
studio.  He  always  used  brushes  of  large  size  with  very  long 
handles,  three  feet  in  length,  and  held  them  from  the  end 
with  his  arm  stretched  to  its  full  extent.  Each  touch  was 
laid  on  with  great  firmness,  and  his  physical  strength  enabled 
him  to  do  without  the  assistance  of  a  mahlstick,  whilst  the  dis- 
tance at  which  he  stood  from  the  canvas  allowed  him  to  have 
the  whole  of  a  large  picture  in  sight  and  so  judge  the  cor- 
rect drawing  of  each  touch. 

Just  before  sending-in  time  for  the  second  Grosvenor 
Exhibition,  Whistler  had  a  show  day  in  his  own  house. 
There  were  only  three  pictures  on  view  and  the  artist 
was  particularly  enthusiastic  about  the  "Connie  Gil- 
christ Skipping": 

In  this  drawing-room  the  only  other  work  of  art  which  I 
recall  at  that  time  was  the  very  fine  bust  which  Sir  J.  E. 
Boehm  had  made  of  Whist'er,  and,  as  far  as  I  can  recall,  it 
was  the  only  wrork  by  any  living  artist  which  I  ever  saw  in 
his  rooms.  Once  I  questioned  him  as  to  the  authenticity  of 
a  black-and-white  portrait  of  himself,  on  brown  paper,  which 
my  father  had  bought  from  him,  and  afterwards  fancied  was 
by  some  other  artist.  The  reply  was  amusing  :  it  was  to  the 
effect  that  he  was  not  in  the  habit  of  collecting  the  works 
of  his  contemporaries,  but  that  at  one  period  of  his  life  he 
had  made  a  practice  of  drawing  his  own  portrait  each  night 
before  going  to  bed,  and  that,  doubtless,  this  was  one  such. 
It  was  reproduced  in  "The  Art  of  J.  M.  Whistler,"  which  I 
wrote  with   Mr.  Dennis. 

In  more  than  one  place  Mr.  Way  laments  the  energy 
that  Whistler  expended  in  directions  outside  of  his  real 
art,  an  energy  that  might  have  been  employed  in  the 
production  of  a  far  greater  number  of  worthy  pic- 
tures. Thus  he  painted  a  number  of  caricatures  of 
Frederick  Leyland,  to  whom  he  attributed  his  bank- 
ruptcy, and  as  he  failed  to  destroy  them  they  are  now 
a  part  of  the  permanent  collection  of  his  paintings  and 
"a  perpetual  reminder  of  a  very  weak  side  of  Whistler 
the  man": 

I  began  these  little  reminiscences  with  the  intention  of 
avoiding  all  reference  to  anything  outside  the  actual  technical 
works  of  the  artist  with  whom  I  had  been  in  touch,  but  I  see 
in  looking  back  how  much  of  his  energy  was  taken  up  by 
matters  outside  it.  He  felt  any  attack  intensely,  no  doubt, 
and,  being  most  sensitive,  resented  it.  At  one  time,  I  re- 
member, some  incident  had  happened  which  he  was  angry 
about.  I  said  to  him  that  I  did  not  think  that  the  offender 
had  intended  to  insult  him.  His  answer  was,  that  he  ought 
to  have  known  that  it  was  an  insult,  that  when  he  meant  to 
insult  any  one  he  meant  to,  and  there  could  be  no  doubt 
about  it !  This  certainly  was  his  attitude  all  through  life, 
and  it  seemed  to  gather  force  near  the  end. 

In  1879  Whistler  left  London  for  Venice,  and  this 
Venice  visit  was  the  most  memorable  time  of  his  life. 
It  was,  in  one  way,  a  sort  of  hiatus  between  two  dif- 
ferent kinds  of  work,  and  during  its  course  another 
series  of  works  was  produced  which  had  never  been 


attempted  before  and  was  never  repeated  afterwards — 
the  Venice  pastels: 

He  had  a  very  rough  time  in  Venice,  and  was  occasionally 
in  great  straits  through  want  of  money,  yet  he  seems  to  have 
religiously  hoarded  all  the  works  he  was  doing,  with  the  in- 
tention of  making  a  really  great  show  when  he  returned  to 
London ;  otherwise  he  might  have  relieved  his  immediate 
needs  by  selling  some  to  the  many  friends  and  admirers  he 
found  there.  He  went  to  Venice  to  work,  and  work  he  did, 
like  a  Trojan.  Through  a  winter  of  notable  severity,  he 
worked  out  of  doors,  holding  his  copperplate,  almost  as  cold 
as  ice,  in  his  hand.  I  was  told  by  one  who  was  with  him 
that  even  bis  clothes  began  to  give  out,  and  could  not  be  re- 
placed, but  that  he  was,  as  usual,  equal  to  the  occasion;  for 
when  the  soft  felt  hat,  which  he  wore  from  the  earliest  times 
(until  in  the  '80s  he  adopted  the  flat-brimmed  silk  hat)  got 
badly  torn,  this  friend  surreptitiously  stitched  it  up.  But 
he  would  not  have  it  so,  and  ripped  the  stitches  out,  repeating 
the  quotation,  "a  darn  is  premeditated  poverty,  but  a  tear  is 
the  accident  of  a  moment !" 

After  Whistler's  return  from  Venice  he  took  some 
work  rooms  at  the  corner  of  Air  Street  and  Regent 
Street.  The  landlady  was  a  Frenchwoman  whom 
Whistler  used  occasionally  in  order  to  gauge  the  taste 
of  a  public  whom  she  was  supposed  to  represent: 

Whistler's  attitude  towards  the  outside  public  is  commonly 
supposed  to  have  been  one  that  ignored  all  criticism  or  sug- 
gestion, but  I  never  found  it  so.  He  constantly  appealed  to 
those  about  him  as  to  how  they  liked  the  work  he  was  en- 
gaged upon  and  what  they  thought  of  it?  And  I  know  that 
if  I  ventured  to  hint  that  I  did  not  quite  understand  some 
point  or  another,  I  was  not  jumped  upon,  but  it  was  ex- 
plained or  modified.  One  day  he  called  in  our  landlady  to 
hear  what  she  would  say  to  the  Venice  plates.  "You  know, 
we  must  consider  these  devils  sometimes,"  was  his  explana- 
tion ;  and  it  was  amusing  to  watch  the  good  woman's  bewil- 
derment as  she  answered,  "Yes,  they  are  very  nice,  Mr. 
Whist'ier,  but  when  are  you  going  to  finish  them  ?"  adding, 
as  she  pointed  to  some  French  etchings  after  pictures  hung 
on  the  walls,  "like  those,  now!" 

All  the  world  has  heard  of  Whistler's  three  portraits 
of  Lady  Meux.  The  chief  of  these  portraits  is  de- 
scribed by  the  author  as  a  memorable  picture  and  one  of 
his  finest.  When  it  was  finished  the  late  King  Edward 
and  the  queen  visited  the  studio  in  order  to  see  it. 
Lady  Meux  certainly  had  a  bad  time  during  the  sittings, 
and  in  this  connection  the  author  tells  us  a  story  that 
is  new: 

The  second  portrait  of  Lady  Meux,  in  pink  and  gray,  with 
the  hat,  is  quite  familiar,  but  the  third  is  very  little  known 
indeed.  Amongst  the  illustrations  are  reproductions  of  two 
small  pastels,  which  I  made  from  these  two  portraits  whilst 
in  the  studio.  In  view  of  the  number  of  sittings  Whistler 
wanted,  and  his  severe  treatment  of  his  models,  I  think  it 
enormously  to  the  credit  of  Lady  Meux  that  she  should  have 
continued  through  two,  and  started  on  a  third,  portrait,  in 
which  she  was  painted  wearing  a  mantle  of  Russian  sables. 
There  was  a  story  that,  being  one  day  not  up  to  the  mark, 
she  sent  her  maid  to  stand'  for  her,  dressed  in  the  sables. 
This  so  offended  Whistler  that  promptly,  the  maid's  face  ap- 
peared in  place  of  the  mistress's,  and,  if  the  picture  still 
exists,  there  it  probably  remains  !  It  may  be  true  or  false, 
but  I  certainly  heard  it  at  the  time.  There  had  been  even  a 
talk  of  a  fourth  portrait,  to  be  in  a  riding-habit. 

Whistler  was  always  kind  to  students.  Upon  one 
occasion  he  showed  the  author  a  small  dry-point  by  a 
very  young  man  who  wished  to  be  accepted  as  a  pupil 
and  Mr.  Way  remarked  that  he  did  not  think  he  should 
be  doing  such  work  at  so  early  an  age.  "Well,  why 
should  not  he  start  where  I  leave  off?"  was  the  reply: 

I  shall  never  forget  a  lesson  which  he  gave  me  one  evening. 
We  had  left  the  studio  when  it  was  quite  dusk,  and  were 
walking  along  the  road  by  the  gardens  of  Chelsea  Hospital, 
when  he  suddenly  stopped,  and  pointing  to  a  group  of  build- 
ings in  the  distance,  an  old  public-house  at  the  corner  of  a 
road,  with  windows  and  shops  showing  golden  lights  through 
the  gathering  mist  of  twilight,  said,  "Look!"  As  he  did  not 
seem  to  have  anything  to  sketch  or  make  notes  on,  I  offered 
him  my  note-book:  "No,  no,  be  quiet,"  was  the  answer;  and 
after  a  long  pause  he  turned  and  walked  back  a  few  yards ; 
then,  with  his  back  to  the  scene  at  which  I  was  looking,  he 
said,  "Now,  see  if  I  have  learned  it,"  and  repeated  a  full 
description  of  the  scene,  even  as  one  might  repeat  a  poem 
one  had  learned  by  heart.  Then  he  went  on,  and  soon  there 
came  another  picture  which  appealed  to  me  even  more  than 
the  former.  I  tried  to  call  his  attention  to  it,  but  he  would 
not  look  at  it,  saying,  "No,  no,  one  thing  at  a  time."  In  a 
few  days  I  was  at  the  studio  again,  and  there  on  the  easel 
was  the  realization  of  the  picture. 

Whistler  was  elected  a  member  of  the  Society  of 
British  Artists  in  1884  and  became  its  president  two 
years  later.  But  the  connection  did  not  last  long,  al- 
though the  author  does  not  tell  us  precisely  why  it  came 
to  an  end: 

The  connection  with  the  now  Royal  Society  of  British 
Artists,  which  was  an  ill-assorted  one — an  example  of  trying 
to  put  new  wine  into  old  bottles — came  to  an  end  after  a 
very  few  years.  He  exhibited  there  frequently  of  his  best, 
but  a  certain  desire  to  be  always  before  the  public  prompted 
him  to  do  things  which  I  do  not  think  he  would  have  per- 
mitted other  painters  to  do.  For  instance,  after  .T.  C.  Hors- 
ley,  the  R.  A.,  had  made  an  attack  upon  the  use  of  the  nude 
in  art,  Whistler  borrowed  from  my  father  the  very  lovely 
pastel  of  a  thinly  draped  female  figure  called  "The  Purple 
Cap,"  and  put  a  label  on  its  frame  "Horsley  soit  qui  mal  y 
pense."  It  was  very  amusing  for  the  moment,  but  I  think  the 
committee  were  right  in  protesting  and  removing  the  label. 

The  author  tells  us  that  Whistler  would  use  the  same 
care  in  writing  a  letter  as  in  painting  a  picture  and  that 
his  letters  were  charming  merely  as  decorations  upon  a 
sheet  of  paper : 

His  care  about  everything  to  do  with  writing  was  just  as 
intense  as  if  he  were  making  an  etching  or  painting  a  pic- 
ture, and  his  great  feeling  for  composition,  which  is  really 
the  basis  of  all  decoration,  showed  itself  even  in  such  de- 
tails as  the  addressing  of  an  envelope  or  postcard.  I  have 
known  him  to  go  to  the  postoffice  himself  rather  than  trust 
any  one  else  to  fix  on  the  stamp  for  him,  lest  it  should  not 
be  exactly  in  the  right  place.  He  rated  me  soundly  once  for 
sending  an  old  butterfly  block  to  the  Pall  Mall  Gazette,  for 
them  to  print  as  a  signature  to  a  letter,  when  it  was  the 
only  one  I  had,  and  the  Pall  Mall  people  said  they  had  not 
time  to  send  to  another  paper  which  had  a  later  block!  As 
for  his  letters  themselves,  they  are  always  charming  to  look 
at  as  decoration  on  the  sheet  of  paper  alone,  apart  from  their 
literary  qualities. 

The  portrait  of  Miss  Howells  was  the  beginning  of 
those  he  made  by  firelight  and  its  success  may  have 


been  the  inspiration  which  led  him  to  do  similar  themes 
in  several  other  portraits,  most  of  them  charming  in 
their  feeling  of  the  soft,  warm,  flickering  light: 

One  afternoon  he  suddenly  started  drawing  my  father.  In 
the  office  there  were  two  rooms  with  a  door  between,  and  he 
stood  in  one  and  his  model  at  the  end  of  the  other,  where  a 
gas  stove  was  burning  close  to  the  ground  ;  hence  the  face  was 
lit  from  below,  and  a  big  shadow  thrown  upon  the  wall  be- 
hind. Three  successive  drawings  did  he  make  ;  the  first,  not 
carried  very  far,  he  scribbled  over;  the  second  he  completed 
but  was  not  satisfied  with,  and  then  he  began  the  third.  It  was 
a  winter's  afternoon,  and  I  was  in  the  inner  room  with  my 
father,  and  at  work  myself,  and  did  not  notice  how  the  day- 
light was  failing;  but  at  last  it  dawned  upon  me,  and  I  went 
to  Whistler  to  light  the  gas  for  him.  There  I  realized  the 
position,  for  the  bright  light  of  the  stove  in  the  inner  room 
had  filled  it.  "Why,  Mr.  Whistler,  you  have  no  light — you 
can  not  see — you  are  drawing  by  feeling!''  "Almost,  Tom, 
almost !"  was  his  answer,  and  it  was  literally  true.  This 
drawing  proved  a  most  excellent  portrait. 

The  breach  between  artist  and  author  seems  to  have 
originated  in  the  preparation  of  a  catalogue  of  his 
prints.     Mr.  Way  describes  the  matter  as  follows: 

During  this  time  I  was  busy  compiling  my  catalogue  of 
these  prints.  I  did  not  imagine  that  there  would  be  any 
considerable  sale  for  the  book,  as  it  was  intended  for  the  col- 
lectors of  his  lithographs  only.  But  I  was  determined  to  pro- 
duce it  in  a  manner  worthy  of  its  subject,  and  in  order  to  do 
so  and  to  make  it  attractive  I  asked  him  to  allow  me  to  use 
as  a  frontispiece  the  little  subject  called  "St.  Bartholomew's 
Entrance  Gate"  and  offered  him  half  the  profits  of  the  book. 
He  did  not  reply  to  the  request.  Then  I  proposed  using  a 
portrait  of  him  which  I  had  drawn.  He  had  liked  the  draw- 
ing, but  thought  it  too  big.  so  I  redrew  it  on  a  smaller  scale. 
It  was  still  too  big.  He  then  said  he  would  bring  one  suit- 
able, and  he  brought  me  a  little  badly  printed  snapshot  photo- 
graph of  himself,  standing  in  a  garden  with  his  back  to  the 
camera.  I  was  indignant.  Why  should  he  want  to  be  drawn 
turning  his  back  upon  the  subscribers  to  his  proofs,  whom 
alone  the  little  book  would  interest?  But  I  asked  him  if  he 
would  give  me  a  short  sitting  to  try  to  supplement  the  bad 
state  of  the  photograph,  but  he  would  not,  though  he  promised 
to  work  upon  it  himself.  As  I  found  it  was  that  or  nothing, 
I  began  the  drawing  and  foolishly  showed  it  to  him  half  done 
— I  think  he  wished  to  see  it.  He  went  over  it  minutely  and 
then  insisted  upon  its  being  etched  and  printed  as  it  was. 
Alas !  that  I  was  weak  enough  to  comply ;  the  figure  came 
much  too  black.  I  was  disgusted,  but  one  day  later  he  came 
with  Holloway  and  then  spent  a  long  time  scraping  it  down 
until  it  was  more  presentable,  leaving  untouched,  however,  the 
little  head  just  as  I  had  drawn  it.  It  was  rather  a  memor- 
able occasion  in  our  relations,  for  when  he  said.  "Now,  Tom, 
I  am  sure  you  are  very  grateful  to  me  for  working  like  this 
upon  the  little  drawing  and  improving  it  so?"  I  spoke  out  and 
told  him  I  so  disliked  the  idea  of  issuing  the  book  with  him^, 
turning  his  back  upon  his  friends  that  I  wished  I  had  never 
begun  the  work  at  all.  He  appealed  to  Holloway  whether  it 
was  not  shocking  to  hear  such  ingratitude! 

Immediately  on  the  publication  of  the  catalogue  the 
author  received  a  letter  from  Whistler's  solicitors  de- 
manding its  immediate  withdrawal.  "He  wanted," 
says  Mr.  Way,  "a  reason  to  break  with  me,  and  I  had 
given  him  no  just  cause  in  this  matter  nor  in  any 
other" : 

The  real  reason,  I  suppose,  of  our  parting,  came  a  little 
while  before  the  date  of  publication.  He  called  upon  me 
at  my  home  one  Sunday  afternoon  to  bring  me  back  the  re- 
vised and  passed  proofs  of  the  catalogue.  There  he  found  on 
the  walls,  what  every  one  could  see,  the  "Cremorne  Gardens" 
picture  and  another  painting,  an  early  unfinished  study  of  a 
nude  Venus  before  a  most  lovely  sea,  with  sprays  of  honey- 
suckle coming  into  the  upper  part  of  the  picture.  He  forth- 
with thanked  me  for  taking  so  much  care  of  these  works,  but 
stated  that  the  time  had  come  for  him  to  resume  possession. 
I  was  amazed  and  said  I  thought  there  was  a  mistake,  that 
my  father  had  given  them  to  me  many  years  before.  I  knew 
their  history,  that  they  had  come  with  the  other  canvases, 
mostly  portraits,  which  my  father  had  bought  after  the  bank- 
ruptcy, and  moreover,  I  knew  that  he  had  offered  to  give 
these  portraits  back  to  Whistler,  as  he  did  not  think,  for  the 
sake  of  the  sitters,  they  ought  to  be  hawked  about  on  sale. 
But  the  offer  did  not  refer  to  other  sorts  of  paintings. 
Whistler  said  there  was  certainly  a  misunderstanding,  and  the 
sooner  it  was  cleared  up  the  better. 

All  the  time  he  was  referring  to  the  "Cremorne  Gardens." 
I  then  called  his  attention  to  the  other  subject.  This  canvas 
had  three  or  four  pictures  painted  on  it,  one  over  the  other, 
with  considerable  impasto,  then  it  had  been  rolled  up  and 
badly  crushed,  so  that  there  were  holes  through  to  the  canvas, 
right  on  the  figure  itself,  and  in  other  olaces.  disfiguring  it 
entirely.  These  holes  I  had  carefully  filled  up  and  painted 
over  to  join  up  his  work.  I  asked  if  he  thought  I  should 
have  ventured  to  paint  on  it  if  I  had  thought  it  was  to  be 
returned  to  him?  He  said,  "No,  but  you  wou'.d  not  dare  to 
'finish'  my  picture?  I  am  sure  you  would  not.  You  would 
only  just  join  up  the  parts,"  which  was  what  I  had  done 
exactly.    .    ,    . 

I  asked  Whistler  upon  what  principle  he  claimed  the  "Cre- 
morne." and  whether  he  also  claimed  the  "Three  Girls"  and 
the  other  pictures,  water-colors  and  pastels,  which  my  father 
had  bought  from  him.  "Well,  your  father  gave  me  so  much 
for  them,  it  can  be  put  in  the  bill."  It  was  like  the  answer 
of  a  dealer  who  wanted  to  buy  one  of  the  water-colors.  "And 
what  shall  I  put  in  its  place  on  my  walls?"  said  my  father. 
"You  might  frame  the  cheque  !" 

Mr.  Way  writes  of  Whistler  as  an  artist,  and  not  as 
the  brilliant  society  figure  or  the  keen  fighter.  He 
shows  him  as  the  untiring  student  and  worker,  as  he 
himself  knew  him  during  so  many  years,  and  there  need 
be  no  hesitation  in  applauding  a  marked  success.  The 
volume  contains  about  forty  illustrations  of  exceptional 
interest. 

Memories  of  James  McNeil  Whistler.  By  Thomas 
R.  Way.     New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $3  net. 

ai»    

Thousands  of  trained  nurses  are  at  work  throughout 
the  country  today,  where  only  thirty  years  ago  there 
were  a  few-  dozen,  crudely  trained,  the  first  graduates 
of  the  "honored  mother  of  trained  nursing  in  this  coun- 
try," the  Bellevue  Hospital  school,  New  York.  The 
Bellevue  Hospital  Training  School  was  established  in 
1873  by  Sister  Helen,  a  pupil  of  Florence  Nightingale. 
Up  to  that  time  any  one  was  considered  competent  to 
nurse  the  sick  who  had  the  strength  and  patience  to 
endure  it.  The  nurses  had  no  training  as  to  the  care 
of  patients  from  a  scientific  viewpoint;  knew  nothing 
about  taking  temperatures  and  doing  chart  work;  were 
ignorant  of  hygiene  and  physiology ;  had  no  knowledge 
of  drugs  and  their  properties,  except  as  ion  to 

the  average  person  today. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  5,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Court  of  St.  Simon. 
Mr.  Anthony  Partridge  writes  a  good  story 
for  the  uncritical  and  for  those  who  are 
lenient  in  their  judgment  of  probabilities. 
The  hero  is  an  English  aristocrat  with  a 
French  title,  Vicomte  de  Souspennier,  who 
lives  in  Paris  and  amuses  himself  by  taking 
eccentric  revenges  on  wealthy  tyrants  who 
attract  his  attention.  With  the  aid  of  a  band 
of  criminals,  apaches  and  the  like,  with  whom 
he  has  established  relations,  he  attracts  his 
victims  to  a  secluded  house,  flogs  them,  and 
extorts  from  them  a  ransom  which  he  be- 
stows upon  the  worthy  poor.  During  a  visit 
to  England  he  meets  Sophy  Arlen  under  ro- 
mantic circumstances  and  marries  her,  only 
to  discover  that  she  is  the  sister  of  a  young 
degenerate  whom  he  met  in  Paris  and  amused 
by  introducing  to  some  of  his  criminal  asso- 
ciates. When  Sophy  discovers  her  husband's 
questionable  antecedents  she  naturally  holds 
him  responsible  for  her  brother's  final  ruin, 
and  so  there  is  a  separation.  Of  course  we 
know  that  there  will  be  a  reconciliation,  but 
we  are  a  little  irritated  by  an  unnatural  pride, 
found  only,  in  novels,  and  which  prevents  the 
few  words  of  strenuous  explanation  that 
would  have  set  the  whole  matter  right.  More- 
over, we  are  not  a  little  surprised  that  the 
delicate,  ethereal,  and  romantic  Sophy,  who 
meets  the  Vicomte  in  a  moonlit  garden  and 
promises  to  marry  him  without  telling  him 
her  name  or  learning  his  should  turn  into 
the  relentless,  cold-blooded  woman  who  seems 
to  be  incapable  of  any  love  at  all  either  for 
husband  or  child.  But  the  novel  of  today  is 
written  in  haste  for  readers  who  are  also  in 
haste,  and  therefore  indisposed  to  be  hyper- 
critical. From  such  a  standpoint  we  may 
pronounce  "The  Court  of  St.  Simon"  to  be  a 
good   story. 

The  Court  of  St.  Simon.  By  Anthony 
Partridge.  Boston:  Little,  Brown  &  Co.;  $1.25 
net. 


The  Pueblo  Indians. 

Mr.  Charles  Francis  Saunders  has  rendered 
a  distinct  service  to  science  by  his  lively  nar- 
rative sketch  of  the  Pueblo  Indians.  Whether 
he  will  do  an  equal  service  to  the  Indians 
themselves  is  another  matter,  since  a  club 
rather  than  a  book  is  needed  for  the  pene- 
tration of  what  is  politely  called  the  official 
mind. 

Mr.  Saunders  seems  to  think  that  the  Pueblo 
Indian  is  doomed  to  extinction.  The  social 
missionary  will  extinguish  him,  and  he  will 
die  of  official  stupidity  and  civilization.  For 
nothing  concerning  the  Indian  must  be  left 
unchanged.  He  must  be  persuaded  out  of 
his  picturesque  costume  and  into  gaudy  cali- 
cos and  prints.  He  must  not  cook  in  the 
sensible  way  of  his  forefathers,  inasmuch  as 
his  social  salvation  requires  that  he  use  a 
cook  stove.  And  he  must  on  no  account 
sleep  in  the  open  air,  but  must  be  crowded 
into  a  hut  and  imitate  the  white  man  by  ac- 
quiring consumption.  It  is  all  incredibly 
stupid  and  cruel,  and  all  the  more  cruel  be- 
cause it  is  prompted  by  a  sort  of  squinting 
benevolence. 

The  author  acquired  his  information  in  a 
thorough  and  competent  way.  He  studied  the 
Indian,  not  as  one  studies  an  exhibit  in  a 
museum,  but  sympathetically  and  understand- 
ing^. Consequently  his  picture  is  a  pleasant 
one.  He  shows  the  Pueblo  Indian  to  be  in- 
telligent, moral,  kindly,  and  industrious,  with 
the  makings  in  him  of  a  good  citizen  if  he  is 
only  allowed  to  pattern  himself  in  his  own 
harmless  way  and  free  from  the  stupidities 
of  official  matrons  and  missionaries.  It  would 
be  possible  to  quote  many  delightful  inci- 
dents from  a  delightful  book,  but  the  reader 
must  find  them  for  himself,  as  he  will  easily 
do,  since  there  will  be  no  temptation  to  skip 
a  single  page.  The  many  illustrations  are  es- 
pecially  useful   and    interesting. 

The  Indians  of  the  Terraced  Houses.  By 
Charles  Francis  Saunders.  New  York:  G.  P. 
Putnam's   Sons;   $2.50  net. 


The  Golitjhtlys,  Father  and  Son. 

Mr.  Laurence  North  has  written  a  novel 
with  a  double  interest  and  with  a  moral  that 
is  carefully  concealed  until  the  end  in  order 
that  it  may  smite  with  a  double  force.  Go- 
lightly  is  an  English  newspaper  proprietor 
who  has  a  certain  precision  of  touch  upon 
the  public  pulse  that  seems  more  consonant 
with  America  than  with  England.  Give  the 
public  what  it  wants  and  the  public  will  part 
with  its  ha'pennies.  Study  the  public  taste 
and  the  public  will  always  respond  with  its 
cash.  And  so  Golightly  rises  steadily  to  af- 
fluence on  a  conscienceless  but  genial  and 
good-tempered  way. 

But  Golightly  has  made  one  mistake  in  his 
virlier  life  and  he  had  instructed  his  lawyer 
'tj  cover  up  that  mistake  permanently  and 
effectively.  "Fix  it  so  that  I  shall  never  hear 
of  the  child  again,"  and  the  fixing  would 
have  been  as  thorough  as  Golightly  wished  it 
to  be  but  for  the  workings  of  the  mysterious 
Nemesis  which  may,  after  all,  be  a  fact  in 
human  life.  When  Golightly  buys  the  Bea- 
con he  discharges  the  "id  staff  and  so  incurs 
tin-  remorseless  enmity  of  James  Alexander 
I  lav,  who  find-,  himself  thrown  upon  his  own 
resource  jus  at  the  time  when  he  has  no 
n  '••  thrown  upon.  But  Hay  has 
i  rmination.  Also  a  thirst  for 
persuades    some    of    Golightly's 


capitalist  enemies  to  finance  him  and  then 
starts  a  rival  paper,  the  Torch,  and  makes  a 
success  of  it.  The  Torch  marks  the  decline 
and  fall  of  the  Golightly  fortunes.  Forced 
steadily  backward,  he  sees  ruin  staring  him 
in  the  face  and  it  kills  him.  But  before  he 
dies  his  mind  reverts  to  the  child  whom  he 
disowned  years  ago,  and  he  asks  his  lawyer  if 
the  child  is  still  living,  and,  if  so,  under  what 
name.  Then  he  is  told  that  the  child  is  liv- 
ing and  that  his  name  is  James  Alexander 
Hay.  So  Golightly  exclaims,  "God  Almighty!" 
and  dies,  which  is  a  very  appropriate  ex- 
clamation and  a  very  suitable  act. 

Mr.  North  has  written  a  striking  novel, 
bold,  imaginative,  unconventional,  and  artistic. 

The  Golightlys,  Father  and  Son.  By  Lau- 
rence North.  New  York:  George  H.  Doran  Com- 
pany;  $1.25  net. 

Elsie  Lindtner. 
When  Karis  Michaelis  Stangeland  wrote 
"The  Dangerous  Age"  it  was  applauded  in 
some  quarters  as  an  effort  at  feminine  self- 
expression,  although  why  self-expression 
should  be  regarded  as  a  virtue  it  is  hard  to 
say.  Now  we  have  a  sequel  to  "The  Dan- 
gerous Age,"  and  once  more  we  are  invited 
to  inspect  the  horrors  that  hysteria  will  ac- 
cumulate in  the  mind  of  a  woman.  It  will 
be  remembered  that  Elsie  Lindtner  di- 
vorced her  husband  because  he  was  common- 
place, that  is  to  say  sane,  tried  unsuccessfully 
to  win  him  back,  failed  equally  in  her  effort 
to  entangle  an  old  lover,  and  then  started  on 
a  journey  around  the  world.  Now  we  have 
some  more  revelations  that  might  be  patho- 
logically interesting  as  the  frank  confessions 
of  a  bad  woman  but  that  become  repulsive 
when  tricked  out  in  the  garb  of  duty  and 
virtue.  Elsie  Lindtner  seems  determined  to 
display  her  sores  to  all  the  world.  The  re- 
viewer, under  compulsion  of  looking  at  them, 
confesses  that  they  make  him  sick.  The  fact 
that  they  are  real  sores  with  a  genuine  smell 
is  not  an  excuse,  but  it  is  the  only  palliation 
that  admirers  of  Elsie  Lindtner  are  able  to 
advance.  One  would  suppose  that  the  lead- 
ers of  the  feminist  movement  would  discour- 
age such  books  as  this,  inasmuch  as  they  lead 
us  inevitably  to  wonder  how  far  Elsie  Lindt- 
ner is  typical  of  her  sex. 

Elsie  Lindtner.  By  Karin  Michaelis  Stange- 
land.    New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $1.20  net. 


The  Drama  of  Love  and  Death. 

Mr.  Edward  Carpenter  has  produced  a  book 
worthy  of  his  reputation.  We  shall  look  far 
before  we  find  so  delicate  an  analysis  of  love 
or  so  fine  a  combination  of  knowledge  and 
imagination,  directed  toward  an  understand- 
ing of  the  great,  if  not  the  greatest,  motive 
force  in  humanity.  Love  and  death,  says  the 
author,  seem  to  belong  to  some  other  mode 
of  existence,  never  far  apart  and  yet  like 
bitterest  enemies  dogging  each  other's  foot- 
steps, undoing  each  other's  work,  fighting  for 
the  bodies  and  souls  of  mankind.  Perhaps 
one  day  we  shall  dominate  them  instead  of 
allowing  them  to  dominate  us,  and  so  compel 
them  to  appear  for  what  they  no  doubt  are — 
angels  and  messengers  of  a  new  order  of 
existence. 

Mr.  Carpenter  would  have  us  cultivate  the 
art  of  dying  with  dignity,  even  as  animals 
die.  The  usual  course  is  a  physically  un- 
healthy and  morally  stupid  life.  Then  a 
breakdown,  panic,  and  the  summoning  of  doc- 
tors, partial  recovery  followed  by  another 
breakdown,  drugs,  injections,  operations,  and 
finally  death  arriving,  not  graciously,  but  in 
the  sense  of  a  dismal  defeat  and  rout  that 
is  full  of  despair,  terror,   and  humiliation. 

The  reader's  verdict  on  the  latter  part  of 
Mr.  Carpenter's  book  will  depend  upon  the 
personal  equation.  It  is  devoted  to  the  spir- 
itual life,  to  reincarnation,  to  some  of  the 
phenomena  of  psychical  research  and  of  spirit- 
ism. But  if  the  verdict  be  adverse,  at  least 
it  will  not  be  contemptuous.  It  is  not  only 
written  with  a  certain  winning  graciousness 
that  disarms  attack,  but  it  bears  the  impress 
of  capacity,  of  thoroughness,  and  of  an  un- 
usual knowledge. 

The  Drama  of  Love  and  Death.  By  Edward 
Carpenter.      New   York:    Mitchell    Kennerley. 


The  Sentence  of  Silence. 

We  live  in  a  day  when  every  social  prob- 
lem appeals  for  a  hearing  and  for  a  settle- 
ment through  the  medium  of  the  stage  or  of 
the  novel.  Sentiment  thus  becomes  the  ar- 
biter where  reason  alone  should  sway,  while 
pruriency  itself  is  stimulated  by  the  presenta- 
tion of  indiscriminate  facts  to  indiscriminate 
audiences. 

The  sex  education  of  youth  is  not  fit  ma- 
terial for  a  novel,  nor  are  we  in  the  least 
persuaded  that  even  a  youth  brought  up  in 
such  a  state  of  unawareness  as  was  Daniel 
Barnes  would  necessarily,  or  even  probably, 
imitate  the  Gadarene  swine  and  rush  down 
a  steep  place  into  the  sea  of  sexual  im- 
morality. The  fault  with  Daniel's  education 
was  not  its  omission  of  sex  physiology,  but  its 
failure  to  inculcate  lessons  of  abstract  right 
and  wrong.  Daniel  was  not  taught  to  choose 
between  the  forces  of  his  own  nature  irre- 
spective  of  their  specific  application. 

Bui  the  story  may  be  left  to  speak  for  it- 
self. It  smells  of  iodoform  and  of  antiseptics, 
and  while  it  is  doubtless  intended  as  an  "aw- 
ful example,"  we  may  well  look  back  upon 
the  days  of  our  own  youth  and  wonder  if  its 


influence  upon  the  young  would  not  be  in  the 
other   direction. 

The  Sentence  of  Silence.  By  Reginald 
Wright  Kauffman.  New  York:  Moffat,  Yard  & 
Co. 


The  Secret  of  Frontellac. 
This  is  a  capitally  designed  story  of  a 
young  American  who  inherits  unexpectedly 
an  ancient  French  castle  that  had  long  been 
used  as  a  royalist  rendezvous.  The  examina- 
tion of  some  old  manuscripts  written  at  the 
time  of  the  Terror  leads  him  to  believe  that 
the  jewels  robbed  from  the  royal  tombs  by 
the  Jacobin  mob  are  lying  concealed  some- 
where on  the  grounds,  and  so  we  have  an 
old-fashioned  treasure  hunt  in  which  sliding 
panels  and  subterranean  passages  play  their 
time-honored  part.  The  jewels  are  not  found, 
but  the  discovery  of  some  bullion  recently 
stolen  from  the  Bank  of  France  brings  the 
searchers  into  conflict  with  the  police  with 
temporarily  embarrassing  results.  But  the 
real  treasure  is  a  fascinating  young  French 
girl,  and  she  is  successfully  carried  off  with- 
out serious  interference  from  any  one.  It  is 
a  pity  that  so  good  a  story  should  be  marred 
by  bad  grammar,  bad  spelling,  or  bad  proof- 
reading. The  frontispiece,  for  example,  bears 
the  caption,  "When  he  was  finished  a  deli- 
cate network  crossed  and  recrossed  the  exca- 
vation." 

The    Secret    of    Frontellac.      By    Frank    K. 
Scribner.      Boston:    Small,    Maynard    &    Co.;    $1.25 


Woman  and  Social  Progress. 

The  American  woman,  say  the  authors,  is 
unique  because  she  is  "the  first  woman  in  the 
history  of  modern  civilization  who  can  'sass 
back,'  and  made  her  'sass'  good."  She  has 
education,  freedom  in  choosing  occupation, 
legal  equality,  and  abundance  of  leisure.  The 
path  of  achievement  is  therefore  open  to  her, 
"but  it  is  for  her  to  define  the  scope  of  the 
contribution  which  she  will  make  to  social 
progress." 

The  volume  before  us  is  an  attempt  to 
analyze  the  opportunities  thus  presented. 
These  are  so  numerous,  the  open  roads  so 
varied,  that  we  can  only  deplore  the  relative 
enslavement  of  men  and  the  inequalities  of 
fortune  that  have  emancipated  the  so-called 
weaker  sex  while  subjecting  the  stronger  to 
the  law  of  an  unrelaxed  necessity. 

That  the  volume  is  a  valuable  one  is  guar- 
anteed by  the  names  of  the  authors.  That 
it  contains  a  vast  amount  of  unverified  theory 
and  of  unsupported  generalities  is  equally  to 
be  expected  from  professorial  authorship. 
The  chapter  on  eugenics,  for  example,  seems 
to  be  mainly  rubbish,  as  may  be  inferred 
from  a  typical  passage  which  tells  us  that 
"the  son  of  a  distinguished  judge  is  fifteen 
hundred  times  as  liable  to  be  eminent  as  is 
the  son  of  an  average  man."  But  generaliza- 
tion is  a  fault  that  more  or  less  pervades  the 
book.  For  example,  we  -are  told  that  "the 
American  women  of  the  new  generation  are 
choosing  to  work — and  to  work  at  the  things 
which  count  for  most  in  the  nation's  life." 
Presumably  the  authors  mean  that  a  few 
women  here  and  there  are  doing  this  and 
doing  it  rather  noisily.  But  we  may  reason- 
ably doubt  if  the  women  of  today  are  a  more 
effective  force  for  good  than  were  the  women 
of  a  hundred  years  ago. 

Nevertheless  the  merits  of  the  work  must 
not  be  overlooked.  They  are  many  and  great. 
The  authors  cover  well  nigh  the  whole  field 
of  modern  opportunity,  and  they  do  it  in  a 
style  so  lucid  and  in  a  manner  so  persuasive 
as  to  insure  the  sustained  attention  of  the 
reader. 

Woman  and  Social  Progress.  By  Scott  Near- 
ing,  Ph.  D„  and  Nellie  M.  S.  Nearing,  M.  A. 
New    York:    The    Macmillan    Company;    $1.50    net. 


Tales  of  a  Greek  Island. 
The  character  of  the  modern  Greek  as  he 
appears  in  public  life  can  hardly  be  said  to 
have  impressed  itself  upon  the  imagination  of 
the  world,  but  Mrs.  Julia  D.  Dragoumis  has 
rendered  a  service  to  her  country  by  these 
pictures  of  the  simple  life  in  Greece  that  are 
not  without  their  reminders  of  vanished  hero- 
isms. She  gives  us  nine  stories  which  are 
not  only  worth  telling  in  themselves,  but  that 
seem  to  be  typical  of  a  Greek  life  of  which 
we  know  little,  the  life  of  the  peasant  who 
is  too  laborious  to  be  garrulous  and  too  far 
removed  from  the  life  of  the  city  to  develop 
its  vices.  Mrs.  Dragoumis  not  only  tells  her 
stories  well,  but  her  scenic  descriptions  have 
all  the  charm  that  comes  from  enthusiasm. 

Tales  of  a  Greek  Island.  By  Julia  D.  Dragou- 
mis. Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $1.35 
net. 


The  Squirrel-Cage. 
Dorothy  Canfield  places  the  scene  of  her 
successful  story  in  a  country  town  in  Ohio, 
but  it  might  have  been  anywhere  else,  seeing 
that  snobbery  is  not  geographical.  It  is  the 
story  of  the  Emery  family,  who  built  their 
own  frame  cottage  when  the  town  was  young, 
grew  up  with  it,  passing  through  the  stage  of 
jig-saw  work  and  framed  chromos  until  finally 
they  become  one  of  the  "best  families"  and 
give  up  their  lives  wholly  to  the  competition 
for  social  distinction.  For  them  poverty  be- 
comes the  one  disgrace,  and  the  appearance 
of  wealth  the  one  virtue.  Their  whole  Cos- 
mos revolves  around  that  accuracy  of  deport- 
ment that  belongs  to  social  distinction  and 
the  wealth  considered  to  be  inseparable  from 


it.  It  is  a  picture  of  moral  degradation,  the 
cancerous  destruction  of  heart  and  soul. 

The  romantic  element  of  the  story  is  sup- 
plied by  the  younger  daughter,  Lydia,  who 
has  been  educated  abroad  and  who  rebels 
against  the  mean  standards  with  which  she  is 
expected  to  conform.  In  this  she  is  aided  and 
abetted  by  a  young  man  named  Rankin,  who 
has  so  far  absorbed  some  of  the  new  ideas 
of  the  day  that  he  determines  to  get  his 
living  by  manual  labor.  Meeting  Lydia  by 
accident,  he  shows  her  a  glimpse  of  the 
larger  life  that  he  has  found  and  tacitly  en- 
courages her  to  escape  from  the  miasma  of 
vulgar  wealth  into  which  she  has  been 
plunged.  The  author  has  not  only  selected  a 
worthy  theme,  but  she  handles  it  worthily. 
The  story  is  a  creditable  piece  of  work,  alive 
with  imagination  and  constructed  in  a  work- 
manlike manner. 

The  Squirrel-Cage,  By  Dorothy  Canfield. 
New  York:  Henry  Holt  &   Co. 


An  Unsinkable  Titanic. 

Mr.  J.  Bernard  Walker,  editor  of  the  Scien- 
tific American,  has  now  expanded  into  a  vol- 
ume the  admirable  article  that  he  wrote  for 
his  own  newspaper  immediately  after  the  loss 
of  the  Titanic.  Mr.  Walker  shows  conclu- 
sively that  the  old  Great  Eastern  was  a  safer 
ship  than  any  that  have  followed  her  and 
that  we  must  resort  to  the  earlier  models  if 
we  are  to  secure  the  same  measure  of  se- 
curity. Mr.  Walker  writes  as  an  expert,  he 
writes  interestingly,  and  he  adds  much  to  the 
value  of  his  volume  by  the  numerous  illus- 
trations of  exceptional  interest  and  relevance. 

An  Unsinkable  Titanic  By  J.  Bernard 
Walker.      Dodd,    Mead   &  Co.;    $1    net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
Among  recent  books  for  little  children, 
large  typed  and  brightly  illustrated,  is  "The 
Bunnikins-Bunnies  and  the  Moon  King,"  by 
Edith  B.  Davidson  (Little,  Brown  &  Co. ;  50 
cents  net). 

The  American  Book  Company  has  pub- 
lished "English  Composition,  Book  Two,"  by 
Stratton  D.  Brooks,  president  of  the  Uni- 
versity of  Oklahoma.  It  is  intended  for  sec- 
ondary schools,  and  treats  of  narration,  de- 
scription, exposition,  and  argumentation. 
Price,  $1. 

"Mountains  of  the  Bible,"  by  J.  J.  Summer- 
bell  (Sherman,  French  &  Co.;  $1  net),  is  a 
volume  half  geographical  and  half  devotional, 
setting  forth  some  of  the  spiritual  experiences 
connected  with  Christianity  that  have  been 
associated  with  mountains.  The  work  may  be 
useful  to  Sunday-school  teachers. 

A  good  story  for  youngsters  is  "Four  Boys 
on  Pike's  Peak,"  by  E.  T.  Tomlinson,  just 
issued  in  the  Our  Own  Land  series  (Lothrop, 
Lee  &  Shepard  Company;  $1.50).  It  is  a 
complete  narrative,  but  the  characters  are  the 
same  four  typically  American  youths  that 
have  given  readers  so  many  good  times  be- 
fore. 

E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.  are  to  be  congratulated 
upon  a  beautiful  edition  of  "Mrs.  Leicester's 
School,"  written  by  Charles  and  Mary  Lamb 
and  artistically  illustrated  in  color  by  Wini- 
fred Green.  The  production  is  in  pleasing 
contrast  to  much  of  the  juvenile  literature 
of  today  that  is  almost  an  affront  to  the 
child's  mind.     The  price  is  $1.60  net. 

The  Little  People  Everywhere  series  has 
been  enlarged  by  the  publication  of  "Donald 
in  Scotland"  and  "Josefa  in  Spain,"  both  by 
Etta  Blaisdell  McDonald  and  Julia  Dalrymple 
(Little,  Brown  &  Co.).  This  useful  series  of 
illustrated  volumes  is  intended  to  familiarize 
American  children  with  the  lives  of  children 
in  other  parts  of  the  world  and  so  to  pro- 
duce sentiments  of  racial  sympathy. 

The  cause  of  hygiene  is  reinforced  by  a 
volume  just  issued  by  the  National  Associa- 
tion for  the  Study  and  Prevention  of  Tu- 
berculosis. It  is  entitled  "Fresh  Air  and  How 
to  Use  It,"  and  its  author  is  Dr.  Thomas 
Spees  Carrington.  It  contains  a  large  amount 
of  practical  information  on  open-air  sleeping 
and  the  latest  methods  of  obtaining  pure  air 
in  the  home.  It  is  fully  illustrated  and  the 
price  is  $1. 

Mrs.  Mary  H.  Wade  has  done  a  good  piece 
of  work  in  "The  Wonder-Workers,"  just  pub- 
lished by  Little,  Brown  &  Co.  ($1  net).  She 
tells  her  young  readers  of  such  people  as 
Thomas  Edison,  Luther  Burbank,  Helen  Kel- 
ler, Jane  Addams,  Judge  Lindsey,  Henry 
George,  and  Dr.  Grenfell,  and  she  does  it  in 
so  ingratiating  a  way  as  to  stimulate  to  imi- 
tation. It  would  be  hard  to-find  a  better  book 
of  its  kind  for  children  of  an  impressionable 
age. 

The  Burlington  Library  is  maintaining  the 
high  standard  with  which  it  started.  Two 
new  volumes  have  just  been  added — "The 
Poems  of  John  Keats,"  illustrated  in  color  by 
Averill  Burleigh,  and  "The  Water  Babies,"  by 
Charles  Kingsley,  illustrated  in  color  by  Ethel 
Everett  (Little.  Brown  &  Co.;  $1.25  net  each). 
The  Burlington  Library  is  devoted  to  the 
masterpieces  of  literature  and  now  contains 
seven  volumes  of  a  technical  quality  that 
should  commend  them  to  the  book  lover. 
Every  feature  is  excellent,  while  the  twenty- 
four  colored  illustrations,  in  each  case  by 
well-known  artists,  are  a  delight  to  the  eye. 


October  5,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


A  Prisoner  of  War. 
While  there  may  be  every  reason  for  the 
discouragement  of  inflammatory  writings  on 
the  subject  of  the  Civil  War  there  is  no 
reason  for  any  hesitation  in  the  publication 
of  facts,  especially  when  those  facts  are  sus- 
tained by  personal  recollection.  The  last  few 
years  have  witnessed  a  certain  amount  of 
that  sickly  sentiment  which  palliates  crime 
and  cruelty,  and  which  would  take  the  bitter- 
ness from  actual  occurrences  by  the  simple 
process  of  denying  them,  as  witness  the  re- 
cent proposal  to  glorify  the  infamous  Wirtz. 
For  futilities  of  this  kind  there  can  be  no 
better  remedy  than  such  reminiscences  as 
those  of  Major  Putnam,  who  passed  the  win- 
ter of  1864-65  in  Libby  and  in  Danville 
prisons.  They  are  written  without  heat  or 
resentment,  their  accuracy  is  not  open  to 
question,  and  therefore  they  are  a  contribu- 
tion to  history  and  a  confirmation  of  much 
that  already  belongs  to  history.  The  book 
leaves  the  reader  with  a  sense  of  wonder  that 
anything  merely  human  could  survive  such  a 
concentration  of  cruelties  and  stupidities. 

A  Prisoner  of  War  in  Virginia,  1864-5.  By 
George  Haven  Putnam,  Litt.  D.  New  York:  G. 
P.    Putnam's    Sons;    75    cents   net. 


Spanish  Sketches. 

Mr.  Edward  Penfield  has  fittingly  com- 
memorated a  Spanish  holiday  by  three  de- 
scriptive sketches  entitled  "Between  Towns  in 
Spain,"  "Spanish  Impressions,"  and  "A  Bull- 
Fight."  Mr.  Penfield  finds  much  to  admire 
in  a  bull-fight  and  avoids  the  indiscriminate 
denunciation  usual  among  those  whose  na- 
tional cruelties  are  of  a  different  kind. 

But  the  chief  charm  of  this  beautiful  book 
is  its  illustrations.  Of  these  there  are 
twenty-seven  that  reproduce  the  brilliances 
of  Spanish  life  and  the  characteristics  of  a 
country  whose  charms  can  be  little  appre- 
ciated without  such  demonstration  as  this,  at 
least  by  those  whose  fate  compels  them  to 
stay  at  home.  These  illustrations  are  de- 
tachable and  there  is  not  one  among  them  un- 
worthy of  a  frame. 

Spanish  Sketches.  By  Edward  Penfield.  New 
York :    Charles    Scribner's    Sons. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
A  vivid  description  of  the  great  Indian 
celebration  by  an  eye-witness  is  given  in  the 
novel,  "An  American  Girl  at  the  Durbar,"  by 
Shelland  Bradley.  There  are  other  pen  pic- 
tures of  India  in  the  course  of  the  story. 

Arnold  Bennett  writes  of  American  schools 
and  colleges  in  the  current  number  of  Har- 
per's Magazine.  He  finds  some  admirable 
features  in  the  modern  system. 

A  new  edition  of  President  A.  Lawrence 
Lowell's  "The  Government  of  England"  has 
just  been  brought  out  by  the  Macmillan 
Company.  By  the  addition  of  a  new  chapter 
on  the  House  of  Lords,  President  Lowell  has 
brought  what  has  come  to  be  regarded  as  the 
most  complete  and  authoritative  comment  on 
English  customs  and  institutions  up  to  date 
in  the  more  important  particulars. 

Sir  William  S.  Gilbert  rarely  talked  about 
literature,  but  he  admitted  a  "tolerant  liking" 
for  Trollope,  and  an  unexplained  dislike  for 
Jane  Austen.  His  poet  was  Tennyson,  and 
he  had  a  deep  admiration  for  Thackeray  and 
Dickens.  What  he  thought  of  the  latter  is 
sufficiently  shown  by  his  reply  to-  the  ques- 
tion of  who  was  his  favorite  author:  "Well, 
I  never  go  away  without  a  volume  or  two 
of  Dickens."  He  and  "Mr.  Pickwick,"  in- 
deed, were  born  in  the  same  year. 

Gerhard  Hauptmann's  "Atlantis,"  trans- 
lated by  Adele  and  Thomas  Seltzer,  has  just 
been  published  by  B.  W.  Huebsch.  The  first 
half  of  the  story  pictures  life  on  board  an 
ocean  liner,  and  the  second  half,  artistic  and 
theatrical  circles  in  America. 

Within  one  week  of  the  publication  of  Al- 
bert Edwards's  "A  Man's  World,"  a  second 
large   edition  was   demanded. 

Between  Andrew  Lang  and  Stevenson 
there  was  a  great  depth  of  affection,  which 
had  come  into  being  when  Lang  read  "Or- 
dered South"  and  was  instantly  "sealed  of 
the  tribe  of  Louis,  an  admirer,  a  devotee,  a 
fanatic"  (says  the  Pall  Mall  Gazette).  When 
Lang  first  heard  from  Robert  Louis  Steven- 
son of  the  germ  of  "Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr. 
Hyde"  he  said,  in  the  words  of  another, 
"This  will  never  do"  ;  but  it  was  to  him  that 
Longmans  sent  the  manuscript  of  th*e  famous 
story.  In  a  very  commonplace  drawing-room, 
as  he  said,  he  began  to  read  it  at  10  :30  one 
night.  Arriving  at  the  place  where  Utterson, 
the  lawyer,  and  the  doctor  wait  outside  the 
doctor's  room  he  threw  down  the  manuscript 
and  fled.  "I  had  no  taste  for  solitude  any 
more." 

There  are  several  volumes  of  verse  on  the 
autumn  list  of  Houghton  Mifflin  Company, 
and  among  them  "The  Poems  and  Plays  of 
William  Vaughn   Moody,"  in  two  volumes. 

"The  Drug  Taker  and  the  Physician"  is 
the  title  of  a  pointed  article  by  Charles  B. 
Towns  in  the  October  Century  Magazine. 
Mr.  Towns,  who  in  recent  issues  of  the  Cen- 
tury has  already  written  of  the  tobacco  and 
drink  habits,  and  has  also  given  a  foreword 
on  the  growth  of  the  use  of  drugs,  treats  the 


subject  very  frankly  and  deals  with  the  small 
percentage  of  physicians  who  themselves  use 
drugs,  as  well  as  with  the  quackery  of 
"home  cures"  and  sanatoriums  of  the  ques- 
tionable class.  In  the  physician's  personal 
sense  of  responsibility  toward  the  drug-taker 
Mr.  Towns  foresees  the  betterment  of  exist- 
ing conditions. 

During  the  second  week  of  this  month 
James  Whitcomb  Riley,  the  Hoosier  poet, 
will  be  the  centre  of  an  ovation  in  Indian- 
apolis. October  7  is  the  poet's  birthday,  but 
owing  to  the  fact  that  the  celebration  in  his 
honor  will  be  of  such  proportions  that  it  will 
be  impossible  to  confine  it  to  one  day,  it  has 
been  decided  to  extend  it  over  a  period  of 
six  days,  beginning  Monday,  October  7,  and 
ending  Saturday,  October  12.  Indianapolis, 
Mr.  Riley's  home  town,  has  taken  the  lead  in 
this  event,  but  the  movement  has  spread  to 
other  places.  Every  day  Mr.  Riley  takes  a 
long  ride  about  Indianapolis  and  the  sur- 
rounding country  in  his  big  touring  car,  and 
he  is  known  as  an  enthusiastic  motorist.  He 
is  always  happy,  and  is  usually  surrounded 
by   a   group   of   close   friends. 


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October  5,  1912. 


FANNY'S    FIRST    PLAY.1 


Wit  and  Humor  in    Bernard  Shaw's  Farce,  Now 
Running  in  New  York. 


"Fanny's  First  Play,"  the  Bernard  Shaw 
farce  produced  last  week  at  the  Comedy  The- 
atre in  New  York,  following  its  pronounced 
London  success,  has  many  witty  lines,  but 
many  find  the  epilogue  the  most  brilliant 
scene  in  the  drama.  The  so-called  epilogue 
of  the  play  was  designed  by  Mr.  Shaw  to  put 
the  critics  to  confusion.  They  have  been  seen 
.before  the  play  preparing  to  listen  to  its 
scenes.  Afterward  they  are  gathered  together 
by  their  host  in  front  of  the  tapestry  curtain 
to  give  him  their  opinion  of  what  they  have 
witnessed.  Mr.  Shaw  characterizes  here  every 
type  of  the  so-called  newspaper  critic.  He 
holds  up  to  ridicule  their  ignorance,  pedantry- 
pretentiousness,  and  their  boasted  ability  to 
"call  the  turn"  on  any  play.  Then  he  antici- 
pates any  criticism  of  his  own  effort  by  mak- 
ing his  characters  say  everything  they  pos- 
sibly could  under  such  circumstances : 

The  Count — Gentlemen,  do  not  speak  to 
me.  I  implore  you  to  withhold  your  opinion. 
I  am  not  strong  enough  to  bear  it.  I  could 
never  have  believed  it.  Is  this  a  play? 
-  Trotter — Pooh  !  You  take  it  too  seriously. 
After  all  the  thing  has  amusing  passages. 
Dismiss  the  rest  as  impertinence. 

The  Count — Mr.  Trotter,  it  is  easy  for  you 
to  play  the  pococurantist.  You  see  hundreds 
of  plays  every  year.  But  to  me,  who  have 
never  seen  anything  of  this  kind  before,  the 
effect  of  this  play  is  terribly  disquieting.  Sir, 
if  it  had  been  what  people  call  an  immoral 
play  I  shouldn't  have  minded  a  bit.  Love 
beautifies  every  romance  and  justifies  every 
audacity-.  But  there  are  reticences  which 
everybody  should  respect.  There  are  decen- 
cies too  subtle  to  be  put  into  words  without 
which  human  society  would  be  unbearable. 
People  could  not  talk  to  one  another  as  those 
people  talk.  No  child  could  speak  to  its 
parent,  no  girl  could  speak  to  a  youth,  no 
human  creature  could  tear  down  the  veils, 
could  they,  sir? 

Vaughan — Well,  I  don't  see  that. 
The  Count — You  don't  see  it!     Don't  feel 
it !     Sir,  I  appeal  to  you  ! 

Gunn — It  seems  to  me  the  most  ordinary 
sort  of  old-fashioned  Ibsenite  drivel. 

The  Count — What  is  vour  opinion  of  the 
play? 

Bannal — Well,  who  s  it  by? 
The  Count — That  is  a  secret  for  the  pres- 
ent 

Bannal — You    don't    expect    me    to    know 
what  to  say  about  a  play  when  I  don't  know 
who  the  author  is,  do  you? 
The  Count — Why  not? 

Bannal — Why  not !  Why  not !  Suppose 
you  had  to  write  about  a  play  by  Pinero  and 
one  by  Jones.  Would  you  say  exactly  the 
same  thing  about  them  ? 
The  Count — I  presume  not. 
Bannal — Then  how  could  you  write  about 
them  until  you  know  which  was  Pinero  and 
which  was  Jones?  Besides,  what  sort  of  play 
is  this  ?  That's  what  I  want  to  know.  Is  it 
comedy  or  a  tragedy?  Is  it  a  farce  or  a 
melodrama  ?  Is  it  repertory  theatre  bosh  or 
really  straight  paying  stuff? 

Gunn — Can't  you  tell  from  seeing  it? 
Bannal — I  can  see  it  all  right  enough,  but 
how  am  I  to  know  how  to  take  it  ?  Is  it 
serious  or  is  it  spoof  ?  If  the  author  knows 
what  his  play  is,  let  him  tell  us  what  it  is. 
If  he  doesn't,  he  can't  complain  if  I  don't 
know  either.     I'm  not  the  author. 

Tlte  Count — But  is  it  a  good  play,  Mr.  Ban- 
nal ?     That's  a  simple  question. 

Bannal — Simple  enough  when  you  know. 
If  it's  by  a  good  author  it's  a  good  play 
naturally.  That  stands  to  reason.  Who  is 
the  author?  Tell  me  that  and  I'll  place  the 
play  for  you  to  a  hair'sbreadth. 

The  Count — I'm  sorry  I'm  not  at  liberty 
to  divulge  the  author's  name.  The  author 
desires  that  the  play  should  be  judged  on  its 
merits. 

Bannal — But  what  merits  can  it  have  ex- 
cept the  author's  merits?  Who  would  you 
say  it's  by,  Gunn? 

Gunn — Well,  who  do  you  think?  Here  you 
have  a  rotten,  old-fashioned  domestic  melo- 
drama acted  by  the  usual  stage  puppets.  The 
hero's  a  naval  lieutenant.  All  melodramatic 
heroes  are  naval  lieutenants.  The  heroine 
gets  into  trouble  by  defying  the  law  (if  she 
didn't  get  into  trouble  there's  to  be  no  drama) 
and  plays  for  symathy  all  the  time  as  hard 
as  she  can.  Her  good  old  pious  mother  turns 
on  her  cruel  father  when  he's  going  to  put 
her  out  of  the  house  and  says  she'll  go  too. 
Then  there's  the  comic  relief:  the  comic  shop- 
keeper, the  comic  shopkeeper's  wife,  the  comic 
footman  who  turns  out  to  be  a  duke  in  dis- 
guise, and  the  young  scapegrace  who  gives  the 
author  his  excuse  for  dragging  in  a  fast  young 
woman.  All  as  old  and  stale  as  a  fried  fish 
shop  on  a  winter  morning. 

The  Count — But 

Gunn — I  know  what  you  are  going  to  say, 
count.  You're  going  to  say  that  the  whole 
thing  seems  to  you  to  be  quite  new  and  un- 
usual and  original.  The  naval  lieutenant  is 
a  Frenchman  who  cracks  up  the  English  and 
runs  down  the  French :  the  hackneyed  old 
Shaw  touch.  The  characters  are  second-rate 
middle  class,  instead  of  being  dukes  and  mil- 
lionaires. The  heroine  gets  kicked  through 
the  mud ;  real  mud.  There's  no  plot.  All  the 
old  stage  conventions  and  puppets  without  the 
old  ingenuity  and  the  old  enjoyment.  And  a 
feeble  air  of  intellectual  pretentiousness  kept 
up  all  through  to  persuade  you  that  if  the  au- 
thor hasn't  written  a  good  play  it's  because 
he's  too  clever  to  stoop  to  anything  so  common- 
place. And  you  three  experienced  men  have 
sat  through  a',  this,  and  can't  tell  me  who 
wrote  it !  Why  the  play  bears  the  author's 
signature  in  every  line. 

han — n  o'  me   it's   perfectly   plain   who 

.-.     To  begin  with  it's  intensely 

Therefore    it's   not    by    Barrie, 

th.    footman,  who's  cribbed  from 


"The  Admirable  Crichton."  He  was  an  earl 
you  may  remember.  You  notice,  too,  the 
author's  offensive  habit  of  saying  silly  things 
that  have  no  real  sense  in  them  when  you 
come  to  examine  them,  just  to  set  all  the  fools 
in  the  house  giggling.  Then  what  does  it  all 
come  to?  An  attempt  to  expose  the  supposed 
hypocrisy  of  the  Puritan  middle  class  in  Eng- 
land ;  people  just  as  good  as  the  author  any- 
how. With,  of  course,  the  inevitable  improper 
female ;  the  Mrs.  Tanqueray,  Iris,  Mrs.  Ebb- 
smith,  and  so  forth.  Well,  if  you  can't  recog- 
nize the  author  of  that  you've  mistaken  your 
professions ;  that's  all  I  have  to  say. 

Bannal — Why  are  you  so  down  on  Pinero? 
And  what  about  that  touch  that  Gunn  spotted? 
The  Frenchman's  long  speech.  I  believe  it's 
Shaw. 

Gunn — Rubbish  ! 

J'aughan — Rot!  You  may  put  that  idea  out 
of  your  head,  Bannal.  Poor  as  this  play  is, 
there's  the  note  of  passion  in  it.  You  feel 
somehow  that  beneath  all  the  assumed  levity 
of  that  poor  waif  and  stray,  she  really  loves 
Bobby  and  will  be  a  good  wife  to  him.  Now 
I've  repeatedly  proved  that  Shaw  is  physio- 
logically incapable  of  the  note  of  passion. 


What  is  known  as  the  "Living  Tower" 
(says  a  writer  in  the  Wide  World  Magazine) 
stands  on  the  very  summit  of  a  hill  more 
than  two  hundred  feet  high  at  Camp  Meeker, 
a  summer  resort  in  Sonoma  County.  Cali- 
fornia. It  was  Captain  Meeker,  an  old  pio- 
neer, who  first  conceived  the  idea  of  building 
a  tower  on  the  very  summit  of  a  high  hill 
near  his  hotel,  and  while  looking  around  one 
day  for  a  suitable  site  he  found  four  young 
redwood  trees  standing  about  twelve  feet 
apart,  representing  a  perfect  square.  The 
trees  were  each  about  one  hundred  and  fifty 
feet  high.  Fifty  feet  of  each  top  was  lopped 
off,  and  the  work  of  building  six  stories 
was  then  commenced.  From  top  to  bot- 
tom the  Living  Tower  was  one  hundred 
feet  high.  Each  floor  is  about  twelve  by 
twelve  feet,  and  rests  on  strong  timbers,  the 
ends  of  which  are  securely  attached  to  the 
four  trees  by  means  of  steel  cables  and  bolts. 
So  strongly  was  every  part  braced  that  the 
whole  structure  does  not  move  as  much  as 
one  would  naturally  suppose,  even  when 
rocked  by  heavy  winds.  In  the  building  great 
care  was  taken  by  the  workmen  to  cut  only 
the  branches  growing  on  the  inside  of  the 
square,  and  the  trees  were  not  chopped,  mu- 
tilated, or  weakened  any  more  than  could 
possibly  be  avoided.  Leading  up  from  each 
story  are  broad  stairways,  so  that  one  may 
ascend  and  descend  with  ease  and  perfect 
safely,  while  around  the  edge  of  each  floor 
are  strong  railings  to  prevent  accidents. 
Since  this  tower  was  completed,  the  trees 
have  grown  and  flourished  just  as  well  as  be- 
fore. This  living  tower  is  claimed  to  be  the 
only  one  of  its  kind  in  the  world. 


THE    QUEEN    OF    HEARTS. 


After  being  dead  for  s ev en ty -three  years,  a 
paper  which  exercised  extraordinary  influence 
in  the  Paris  of  the  past  has  come  to  life 
again.  It  is  called  Le  Journal  des  Dames  et 
des  Modes,  and,  after  its  long  sleep,  appears 
once  more  in  the  same  form,  the  same  type, 
and  on  the  same  paper  as  in  the  fifth  year  of 
the  republic.  The  paper  was  founded  by  a 
certain  Pierre  de  la  Mesangere,  who  had  been 
destined  for  the  priesthood,  but  was  turned 
out  of  the  seminary,  where  he  taught  dogma, 
at  the  revolution.  He  came  to  Paris  to  try- 
to  earn  his  living,  and  abandoned  theology  to 
rule  the  mode  by  prescribing  the  cut  of  men's 
coats  and  the  trimmings  of  women's  hats. 
The  Journal  des  Dames  continued  to  appear 
until  1835,  and  it  calmly  pursued  its  mission, 
regardless  of  political  confusion  and  social 
upheaval. 

-»♦»■ 

Olive  Schreiner,  the  author  of  "An  Afri- 
can Farm,"  who  was  brought  up  in  Africa, 
says  that  she  and  her  brothers  and  sisters 
had,  as  one  of  their  playthings,  a  bright 
stone  that  they  called  the  candle-stone.  It 
was  about  the  size  of  a  walnut,  and  would 
flash  in  a  bright  and  singular  way  when  held 
up  to  the  light.  Not  until  the  children  had 
grown  up  and  the  candle-stone  had  been  lost 
for  years,  did  any  of  them  remember  that  it 
must  really  have  been  a  huge  diamond. 


From  Boston  comes  the  story  of  a  touching 
phonograph  romance.  The  manager  of  a  store 
became  infatuated  with  the  voice  of  a  young 
woman  whose  singing  he  heard  reproduced 
frequently  in  the  machines,  wrote  to  her  for 
her  pictures,  and  the  acquaintance  speedily 
ripened  into  marriage.  The  bride,  by  the  way, 
was  intending  to  study  in  Paris  for  grand 
opera,  but  has  decided  to  settle  down  in  New 
England. 

-.  *•- 

Although  a  woman  is  credited  as  the 
founder  of  the  Japanese  stage,  no  name 
of  an  actress  adorns  its  history — the  on- 
nagata  has  reigned  supreme.  But  the  arti- 
ficial custom  of  substituting  men  for  women 
is  about  to  give  way  to  the  onrush  of  mod- 
ern actresses,  and  one  of  the  most  unique 
customs  of  the  stage  is  thus  threatened  to  be 
superseded  by  real  wearers  of  petticoats. 
■*■•»■ 

Herman  Jadlowker,  the  former  New  York 
Metropolitan  tenor,  recently  scored  a  tre- 
mendous success  as  Rhadames  in  "Aida,"  at 
the  Royal  Opera.  Berlin  critics  acclaim  him 
as  a  new  Caruso,  saving  that  no  tenor  in  the 
world  except  the  Italian  marvel  is  in  Jad- 
lowker's  class,  either  vocally  or  dramatically. 


(Chant  Royal.) 

[This,  from  Bert  Leston  Taylor's  "Line  o* 
Type"  column  in  the  Chicago  Tribune,  is  a  de- 
lightful specimen  of  light  verse.  Mr.  Taylor  says 
in  his  introduction  of  the  poem:  "We  congratu- 
late M.  L.  W.  on  the  Chant  Royal.  The  form  is 
nearly  if  not  quite  the  most .  difficult  of  all  the 
French  forms,  and  great  ingenuity  must  unite 
with  felicity  of  expression  to  avoid  a  repetition  of 
rhyme  sounds  and  to  keep  the  measure  fluent,"] 
A  stately  palace   rises  silver   white 

Where    green     bills    billow    down    to     meet    the 
plain, 
All   slender   arrowy  spires   and    columns  slight, 

And  arching  gateways   wanting  bar   or   chain; 
Great  banners  float,  and  flags  are  flying  free; 
Within  are  halls  of  mirth  and   melody, 
The  huntsman's  call  rings  out  with  loud  "Yo-ho!" 
And  grooms  and  pages  hurry  to  and  fro, 

And    knights    ride    by    with    arms    and    trappings 
gay, 
To  tilt  a  tourney  or  to  meet  the  foe — 

All  on  a  rosy  blooming  summer  day. 

Before  are  fields  that   fade  beyond  the  sight, 

Reaches  of  gemmy  grass  and  glancing  grain; 
Behind,  the   forest  in  a  heavenward  flight 

Where    mountain    brooks    fling    down    a    silver 
skein 
That  weaves  their  waters  in  a  lucent  sea, 
Its  green  banks  fringed  with  tasseled  shrubbery. 
And    garden    beds    where    fluted    cockscombs    grow, 
And   sweet   alyssum's   tufted    feathers    blow", 

And  southernwood,   and  chamomile  and  bay 
Their  plumes  and  mosses  in  gay  borders  show — 

All  on  a  shimmering  sunny  summer  day. 

A  casement  opens  on  this  pleasaunce  bright, 

Where   jasmine   clusters    round    a   latticed    pane. 
Within   are  garnered  stores  to   ravish   quite 

A     housewife's     heart;      hampers     from     sunny 
Spain 
Of  amber  grapes,  figs  purple  from  the  tree, 
Gold-spotted   pears,   plums  black  as   ebony, 
With    apples    streak'd    and    fleck'd    ranged    row    on 

row, 
While  crystal  jars  and  netted  flasks  below 

Hold  spicy  sweetmeats  brought  from  far  Cathay, 
Where  man   is  vile   and  milk  and   honey  flow — 

All  on  a  far  and  fragrant  summer  day. 

Forth  from  this  casement  leans  a  lady  hight 

The     Queen     of     Hearts;     she     rules    this     wide 
domain. 
Slender  and  beautiful  is  she,  and  dight 

In  misty  muslin  with  a  floating  train 
Like    drifted    snow,    scrumptious   to   a   degree — 
Although  it's  in  her  way  tremendously 
What  time  she  turns  to  shape  the  flaky  dough 
In  crisped  curves  where  ripe  raspberries  glow. 

And  turn  and  trim  the  dropping  edge  away, 
And  over  it  the  sugar  crystals  strow — 

All  on  a  balmy  breezy  summer  day. 

Without,    the    peacock    screams    his    shrill    delight, 

And  blackbirds  pipe  along  the  pasture  lane. 
And  crested  quail  from  field  to   field  invite 

Their    freckled    mates,     where    lags    the    loaded 
wain. 
Home,    honey-laden,  hums  the  belted  bee, 
And  homeward  Hodge  is  hurrying  to  his  tea. 
The  sunset  fades  in  banks  of  rose  and  snow, 
As    fades   my   dream,    in   numters    faint  and   slow. 

'"The   Queen  of  Hearts"    (the  jingle  runs)    they 
say, 
"She  made  some  tarts"    ('twas  in  the  Long  Ago), 

"All   on   a"    (fair  and  .faded)    ''summer  day." 

Reader,  if  Time's  foot  lag,   and  pastimes  flee. 
Through  leaden  hours,  well  known  to  you  and  me, 
Try  stringing  rhymes  then  as  a  quid  pro  quo; 
It   is   a   very    pleasant  game   to   know. 

Write  a  ballade,  with  the  chant  royal  play. 
Throw   off  the  measures   Villon  used  to   throw, 

And  speed  the  loafing  lazv  summer  day. 

—M.  L.   W. 


Figures  have  just  been  made  public  by 
Professor  A.  S.  Cook  of  Yale  University  as 
to  the  number  of  different  words  in  the  au- 
thorized or  King  James  version  of  the  Bible. 
Excluding  inflected  forms  of  nouns,  pro- 
nouns, and  verbs,  Professor  Cook  makes  the 
total  656S.  Including  these  the  total  is  9884. 
The  working  vocabulary  of  the  average  man 
falls  far  short  of  this  number  of  words.  On 
the  other  hand,  not  a  few  contemporary  au- 
thors must  far  exceed  it,  considering  their 
realms  of  colloquial  speech  and  technical 
terminology  that  the  biblical  narrative  does 
not  touch.  Besides,  there  is  the  immense 
extension  of  both  knowledge  and  of  words 
in  the  physical  sciences,  about  which  the  edu- 
cated man  of  today  must  know  something. 
Hence,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  during  the  past 
century  dictionaries  have  waxed  bulky,  and 
words  have  multiplied  at  an  astounding  rate. 
Thus  between  the  first  and  latest  editions  of 
Webster's  dictionary  the  word  total  mounted 
from   70,000  to  400,000. 


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TARQUINI    AND    "CONCHITA." 


We  are  very  fortunate  to  have  out  here, 
on  this  remote  Pacific  shore,  so  early  a  pres- 
entation of  an  opera  that  has  made  its  sensa- 
tion at  Covent  Garden,  and  that,  too,  with 
the  same  prima  donna  to  interpret  for  us 
the  wayward,  perplexing  soul   of  the  heroine. 

"Conchita"  is  very  much  of  the  twentieth 
century  in  its  psychology;  for  it  is  a  music- 
drama  of  sentiment  and  strong  emotions 
rather  than  of  action  ;  the  musical  representa- 
tion of  a  prolonged  mental  conflict  between 
a  man  and  a  woman,  in  which  there  are  no 
violent  deeds,  except,  perhaps,  at  the  climax; 
no  crimes ;  no  revenge,  nor  punishment  of 
rivals ;  no  seduction,  nor  abandonment ;  no 
stabs  from  Spanish  daggers ;  not  a  single 
death ;  and,  in  spite  of  Conchita  being,  like 
the  famous  Bizet  heroine,  a  cigarette-maker, 
not  even  the  ravaging  inconstancies  of  a 
Carmen. 

But  the  composition  is  varied  and  striking; 
full  of  tonal  color,  rich  in  the  musical  sugges- 
tion of  moods,  with  great  variety  in  the  de- 
lineation of  different  emotions,  and  situa- 
tions, such  as  that  depicting  the  fitful  chat- 
ter and  childish  antics  of  the  cigarette  girls 
in  the  first  act,  or  the  sensual  excitement 
of  the  cafe  haunters,  who  abandon  them- 
selves to  the  gayety  of  the  moment  and  to 
the  illicit  seduction  of  Conchita's  dance.  A 
particularly  graceful  and  beautiful  feature  of 
the  composition  is  the  composer's  arrange- 
ment of  exquisite  preludes  to  the  different 
acts.  On  these  he  has  lavished  melodic 
sweetness,  melting  harmonies,  and  a  particu- 
larly felicitous  tonal  suggestion  of  appro- 
priate moods  for  the  emotions  that  are  to 
ensue. 

The  first  act  shows  the  cigarette  girls  at 
work.  A  gay,  wanton  crew,  swept  by  vagrant 
impulses,  working,  idling,  teasing,  quarreling, 
and  frolicking  by  turns,  while  the  changeful, 
animated  music  is  as  full  of  antic  surprises 
as   Conchita  herself. 

Conchita  is  the  master-spirit  among  the 
girls;  a  thin,  lithe,  virginal  shape,  as  por- 
trayed by  Tarquinia  Tarquini,  she  seems  the 
very  spirit  of  insurrectionary  youth,  of  reck- 
less gayety.  So  appropriate  is  the  appear- 
ance and  disposition  of  Tarquini,  with  her 
temperamental  slimness,  her  incorrigible  out- 
bursts of  physical  exuberance,  and  her  light, 
fitful  flittings  to  and  fro,  that  it  is  difficult 
to  recall  other  sopranos  who  could  so  con- 
sistently and  sympathetically  throw  them- 
selves into  the  part.  With  her  narrow  face, 
her  wide  dark  eyes,  her  plenteous  waves  of 
black  hair,  and  her  generous  mouthful  of 
sparkling  white  teeth,  she  lends  an  addi- 
tional vividness  of  effect  to  the  already 
dazzling  personality  of  Conchita.  Her  rich, 
beautiful  soprano  is  in  keeping  with  this 
glowing  individuality,  having  something  of 
the   warm   coloring   of  a   contralto. 

These  generous,  full-toned  voices  often 
issue  from  round-throated,  broad-shouldered, 
mighty-armed,  deep-bosomed  singers,  but  this 
elfin,  darting  creature  has  the  vocal  power  of 
a  woman  twice  her  breadth.  Tarquini  flies 
around  the  stage  like  a  will  o'  the  wisp,  and 
is  almost  as  unsubstantial  when  her  lover 
tries  to  c'asp  her.  For  Mateo,  a  wealthy 
gentleman,  soon  appears  among  a  group  of 
visitors  at  the  cigar  factory,  and  succeeds  in 
capturing   Conchita's   wayward  regard. 

Signor  Armanini,  the  tenor,  who  imper- 
sonates Mateo,  is  a  good-looking  man  with  a 
lazy  grace  in  love-making.  Easy,  unaffected, 
and  unstereotyped  in  his  acting,  he  is,  as  a 
lover,  decidedly  greater  in  attraction  than  the 
average  operatic  tenor.  His  voice  is  not  of 
the  wonder  type,  but  is  a  robust  and  reliable 
organ,  most  agreeable  if  not  absolutely  pure 
in  tone,  and  full  of  expression.  Armanini's 
temperament  does  not  impel  him  to  try  to 
dazz'.e  by  the  tour  de  force,  but  there  is  a 
certain  tranquil,  reposeful  consciousness  of 
strength  and  ability  about  him,  upon  which 
we  depend  with  confidence.  Both  vocally  and 
histrionically  he  played  an  admirable  second 
to  the  vivid  Tarquini,  whose  role  is  more 
dominating  than  that  of  Mateo. 

In  the  second  act,  after  one  of  the  charm- 
ingly sweet  interludes  which  characterize  the 
opera  and  which  offers  suggestions  of  the 
coming  love-story,  we  are  shown  the  poverty- 
stricken  home  of  Conchita,  the  street  scene 
having  been  omitted  at  the  Tuesday  night 
representation.  Hither  comes  Mateo,  encour- 
aged by  Conchita's  rapturous  acceptation  of 
his  gift  of  money.  The  avaricious  mother — 
the  role  being  re'.iably  sung  by  Signora 
Zarini — is  enchanted  at  the  propitious  aspect 
of  wealth  and  enamored  manhood  entering 
her  humble  abode,  and  proceeds  to  bore  Mateo 
with  family  details,  to  which  he  listens  with 
commendable  patience,  keeping,  the  while,  his 
off  eye  attentively  on  the  devious  butterfly 
flights  of  Conchita.  The  complaisant  old 
woman  being  gotten  rid  of,  the  wooer  at  last 
wins  to  his  embrace  the  restless,  flitting  crea- 
ture, and  the  bodeful  music  softens  to 
sensuous  sweetness  as  the  perverse,  captious, 
e'usive  siren  yields  at  last  to  the  yearnings 
of  passion  and  melts  in  her  lover's  arms. 

And  then,  crack ! — there  is  a  sudden 
change.  Mateo  departed,  Conchita  finds  that 
her  mother  has  acepted  money  from  her 
lover.  And  then  she  gives  us  a  taste  of  her 
true  self.  This  apparently  prideless,  unmoral 
girl  has  one  fierce  principle:  she  will  not  sell 
her  favors.  It  is  to  be  love  for  love,  or 
nothing.     The  music  snaps,  and  crackles  like 


Conchita's  temper,  as  she  tears  the  bills  to 
bits,  stamps  her  foot,  and  packs  her  Sevillian 
lingerie  in  her  scarlet  mantilla.  The  butterfly 
has  suddenly  developed  a  soul,  in  this  hour 
of  maidenly  pride  and  purity  in  fierce  re- 
volt. 

Conchita,  true  to  her  inconsistencies,  suc- 
cessfully evades  Mateo's  pursuit  and  becomes 
a  dancer  in  a  low  cafe.  Mateo,  obsessed  by 
an  overmastering  passion  for  the  elusive 
being,  whose  puzzling  caprices,  whose  impul- 
sive yieldings  and  sudden  withdrawals,  drive 
him  to  the  same  old  madness  that  bewildered 
man  has  endured  since  Eve  and  her  feminine 
progeny  mastered  the  gentle  art  of  getting 
the  best  of  him,  finds  Conchita,  after  a  pro- 
longed search,  in  this  unsavory  dive,  auda- 
ciously performing  a  risque  dance  for  the 
benefit  of  a  chosen  few. 

Conchita  is  certainly  a  child  of  the  century, 
and  she  undoubtedly  would  have  been  too 
complex  a  being,  with  her  obscure  mental 
processes,  for  opera-goers  of  the  simple  mid- 
Victorian  days.  Certainly  it  would  seem  to 
require  a  twentieth-century  product  to  com- 
prehend and  unravel  her  mental  processes. 
But  Pierre  Louys,  from  whose  novel,  "La 
Femme  et  le  Pantin,"  the  story  is  adapted, 
is  evidently  a  feminist,  and  knows  what  he  is 
about.  And  after  all,  such  a  character  is  not 
so  very  complex,  only  markedly  unconven- 
tional in  opera,  that  most  conventional  form 
of  the  drama. 

Riccardo  Zandonai  is  a  modern  of  the  mod- 
erns ;  therefore  "Conchita"  is  a  music  dram* 
with  the  psychology  of  the  human  soul  as  a 
basis  for  its  story ;  and  so  its  heroine  is 
emancipated  from  the  old,  familiar,  conven- 
tional operatic  mold.  She  is  something  of  a 
real  woman,  an  unmoral  being,  but  with  her 
fierce,  untamable  pride  in  love,  which  must 
prove  itself  to  be  love  indeed,  and  not  a  thing 
that  lends  itself  to  barter. 

So  Mateo  convinces  her,  by  his  horror  over 
her  surroundings  and  his  unquenchable  ten- 
derness, that  it  is  love,  real  love,  that  he  is 
offering  her,  and  Conchita  accepts  with  joy 
the  key  of  the  cottage  which  is  to  give  the 
united  pair  a  quiet  shelter  far  from  her  old 
surroundings. 

In  the  last  act,  the  sweetest  interlude  of 
them  all  translates  to  our  ears  the  tender  an- 
ticipations of  the  lover,  who  approaches  un- 
suspiciously, all  unconscious  that  his  ca- 
pricious charmer  has  some  further  vivisection 
to  practice  upon  him. 

At  this  point  I  think  many  of  us  resolved 
to  read  Pierre  Louys's  novel,  and  get  right 
down  to  the  root  of  Conchita's  conduct.  For 
the  tenderness  of  the  preceding  scene  had 
been  dissipated  like  morning  dew.  Whether 
M.  Louys's  heroine  was  overcome  by  whai 
Thomas  Hardy  has  called  "the  Daphne  in- 
stinct," whether  she  was  indulging  in  a  little 
game  just  for  amusement,  of  practicing  the 
wily  feints,  the  advances  and  retreats  of  an 
instinctive  coquette,  or  whether  she  had  an 
attack  of  irritable  indigestion,  M.  Louys  will 
have  to  disclose. 

At  all  events,  the  patient  and  long-suffering 
lover  was  crucified  on  the  cross  of  jealousy, 
Conchita  improvising  a  dummy  rival  for  the 
purpose,  and  the  luckless  Mateo,  in  the  ex- 
tremity of  his  jealous  anguish  falls  in  a  sort 
of  raging  faint. 

The  orchestra  then  takes  up  the  theme  for 
the  unconscious  sufferer,  closing  the  act  in  a 
grand  thunder-burst  of  emotional  harmonies 
that  started,  at  its  close,  a  rival  volume  of 
sound  from  an  enthusiastically  applauding  au- 
dience. 

Drenched  in  this  splendor  of  sympathetic 
harmonies  we  were  all  very  sorry  for  Mateo, 
men  and  women  alike.  Patient,  constant,  and 
forbearing,  he  merited  better  treatment.  I 
don't  doubt,  during  the  entr'act,  that  we 
women  improvised  scenes  that  would  help 
him  in  his  straits.  If,  for  instance,  he  would 
only  acquire  a  little  craft  to  match  Conchita's 
exasperating  perversities.  If  he  could  only 
have  forced  himself  to  swagger  off  with 
debonair  indifference,  he  could  have  deprived 
the  dainty  claws  of  his  tormentor  of  their 
scratching  capacity.  But  men  suffering  from 
that  inconvenient  fever  of  the  senses  called 
love  are  not  voluntary  agents. 

The  end  is  climactic.  Conchita,  irresist- 
ibly attracted  toward  her  victim,  comes  to  his 
mansion,  where  he  sits  dejected,  allowing  the 
music  to  express  his  woe.  When  Mateo 
raises  his  woeful  eyes,  and  sees  that  slender, 
flying  shape,  those  mocking  eyes,  and  hears 
that  rallying  tongue,  tenderness  is  at  last  con- 
spicuously lacking.  Mateo  begins  to  get  busy. 
He  closes  and  locks  doors  and  windows.  He 
has  no  guile  to  meet  and  match  that  of  his 
untiring  tormentor,  but  falls  back  primitively 
on  his  manly  strength.  With  his  fists  he 
punishes  the  witch.  He  knocks  her  down, 
and  belabors  her  over  her  slender  shoulders. 

Conchita  promptly  falls  back  on  woman's 
great  weapon.  She  weeps.  But  Conchita 
rises  from  the  dust,  to  succumb  af  last  tc 
love's   inexorable   mastery. 

Mateo  is  her  man,  because  he  gave  her  a 
drubbing!  I  will  not  succumb  to  the  tempta- 
tion to  quote,  at  this  point,  the  well-known 
couplet  that  everybody  repeats  inwardly. 
But,  since  Conchita  yielded  to  the  one  and 
only  argument,  there  is  little  doubt  that, 
drawing  his  deductions,  Mateo  thereafter 
gave  this  stormy  petrel,  this  dark-plumaged 
skimmer  over  emotional  tempests,  a  daily 
drubbing,  to  keep  peace  in  the  family.  Not 
forgetting,  I  hope,  to  give  her  special  punish- 
ment  for  the  appalling  pattern  of  the  dress 


she  wore  during  the  punishment,  which  re- 
sembled, in  appearance,  a  layer  of  magnified 
mince-meat. 

The  burden  of  the  opera,  as  may  be  seen, 
is  carried  by  three  people:  Tarquinia  Tar- 
quini (what  a  splendid  sounding,  old  Roman 
mouthful  of  a  name!),  Signor  Armanini,  and 
Gaetano   Bavagnoli,   the  director. 

Signor  Bavagnoli  is  quite  a  young  man  ;  a 
pale,  slender,  temperamental  musician,  with 
his  whole  physical  being  sharing  in  the 
cerebral  excitement  of  the  leadership.  It  is 
splendidly  done,  with  fire  and  yet  with  pre- 
cision, and  many  and  whole-hearted  were  the 
appreciations  offered  him  by  the  audience. 

Good  work  by  a  competent  chorus,  and  a 
satisfactory  rendering  of  the  minor  roles  at- 
tested to  the  high  standard  aimed  at  by  the 
management,  which  has  good  cause  for  con- 
gratulation, as  a  huge  audience  stormed  the 
doors  on  Tuesday  night.  A  discriminating 
audience,  by  the  way,  which  frowned  and 
hushed  into  silence  those  ill-advised  spirits 
that  love  to  voice  their  acclaim  before  the 
music  has   died   away. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"The  Round-Up"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

There  is  melodrama  and  melodrama,  but 
there  is  only  one  kind  which  the  public  will 
attend  in  these  matter-of-fact  days,  and  it 
has  been  left  to  the  astute  managerial  genius 
of  Klaw  &  Erlanger  to  furnish  just  the  right 
sort.  You  can  find  it  this  week  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre,  where  over  a  hundred  and 
thirty  people  are  presenting  to  the  apparent 
satisfaction  of  immense  audiences  the  virile 
drama  called  "The  Round-Up."  Four  acts  of 
tremendous,  pulse-throbbing  drama  have 
evoked  boundless  enthusiasm  since  last  Mon- 
day, when  "The  Round-Up"  was  offered  to  a 
San  Francisco  audience  which  was  thrilled  by 
the  sensational  incidents  of  the  piece. 

"The  Round-Up"  is  an  entertainment  which 
catches  the  fancy  of  all  classes  of  theatre- 
goers. There  is  enough  of  the  circus  ele- 
ment to  arouse  the  interest  of  all  those  who 
like  the  tented  shows,  and  the  wild  west  is 
well  represented  in  the  last  act  by  a  display 
of  broncho  busting  which  keeps  the  audience 
on  the  qui  vive  for  many  minutes.  While  it 
has  all  the  merits  of  the  melodrama,  it  is 
very  high-class  melodrama,  but  it  is  more ;  it 
works  out  the  problem  of  retribution,  and 
shows  the  agony  which  comes  to  the  wrong- 
doer, and  how,  when  his  better  nature  is 
aroused,  he  hates  his  own  offense  and  tries 
to   undo   the  evil  he  has  done. 

"The  Round-Up"  will  be  seen  all  next  week 
with    matinees    on   Wednesday    and    Saturday. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

A  distinct  triumph  for  Orpheum  vaudeville 
is  the  temporary  acquisition  of  Ethel  Barry- 
more,  who  vies  with  Maude  Adams  as  the 
foremost  American  actress.  She  has  been  se- 
cured by  Martin  Beck  by  special  arrange- 
ment with  Charles  Frohman  and  will  appear 
next  week  at  the  Orpheum  in  J.  M.  Barrie's 
remarkable  play,  "The  Twelve  Pound  Look." 
Regardless  of  what  she  might  play.  Miss 
Barrymore  in  vaudeville  is  a  remarkable 
achievement,  and  in  "The  Twelve  Pound 
Look"  is  doubly  important,  because  it  brings 
to  vaudeville  a  work  of  one  of  the  most  im- 
portant authors  in  the  English-speaking 
world. 

The  Ofedos'  Manon  Opera  Company  will 
be  heard  next  week  only  in  excerpts  from 
various  grand  operas.  In  organizing  this 
company  M.  Ofedos  secured  a  splendid  quar- 
tet of  soloists.  The  prima  donna,  Cealia 
Zawaschi,  was  for  several  seasons  coloratura 
soprano  with  the  Chicago  Grand  Opera  Com- 
pany. The  other  three  members  of  the  com- 
pany are  singers  of  ability.  Their  repertory 
is  large  and  among  their  selections  are  the 
overture  from  "Sonnambula,"  "Ensemble  An- 
gelus,"  and  the  famous  aria  and  finale  from 
"Traviata." 

Owen  Clark,  "the  master  magician,"  and 
the  inventor  of  every  trick  he  performs,  will 
exhibit  his  extraordinary  skill  as  a  conjuror. 
Mr.  Clark  is  now  making  his  first  tour  of 
America. 

Fred  Gray  and  Nellie  Graham  will  present 
next  week  only  a  pot-pourri  of  comedy  and 
music  entitled  "The  Musical   Bellboy." 

Frederick  Andrews  will  introduce  his 
"Wonder  Kettle"  next  week  only.  It  is  just 
a  plain  ordinary  kettle  which  boils  furiously 
on  a  cake  of  ice.  Andrews  removes  the 
kettle  from  the  ice  and  makes  a  delicious 
dish  of  ice-cream  which  is  distributed  among 
the  audience.  He  also  sets  fire  to  the  ice 
and  performs  many  other  entertaining  ex- 
periments. 

Mclntyre  and  Harty.  "the  Sugar  Plum 
Girlie  and  the  Marshmallow  Boy,"  will  return 
for  next  week  only,  which  will  be  the  last  of 
Williams  and  Warner,  and  Owen  McGiveney 
in  his  protean  success,   "Bill   Sikes." 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
The  current  bill  at  the  Pantages  Theatre 
strikes  the  popular  fancy.  The  principal  fea- 
tures are  "An  Evening  in  Hawaii,"  with 
talented  native  singers  and  instrumentalists, 
including  pretty  Ruth  Olah,  the  refined  hula 
dancer;  the  dainty  Five  Juggling  Jewels,  Ned 
Burton  and  his  company  in  the  musical 
comedietta,  "The  Commerciat  Man" ;  the  Or- 


pheus Comedy  Four,  eccentric  singers ;  the 
Black  brothers,  banjoists  and  dancers,  and 
Fagg  and  Dixon,  comedians  and  singers. 

A  bright  array  of  attractions  has  been  se- 
cured for  the  week  commencing  Sunday 
afternoon,  headed  by  Boyle  Wolfolk's  "Chick- 
lets,"  half  a  dozen  pretty  girl  singers  and 
dancers,  who  appear  as  a  support  for  Ray- 
mond Paine,  an  up-to-date  comedian,  and 
Hazel  McKee,  a  musical  comedy  favorite. 
The  "Chicklets"  are  said  to  offer  one  of  the 
prettiest  acts  of  the  season.  The  Keene  Trio, 
young  ladies  who  have  schooled  voices,  will 
present  the  singing  act  which  has  won  them 
fame  in  the  principal  vaudeville  houses.  Paul 
Gordon,  trick  cyclist,  assisted  by  Mile.  Rita 
Ricca,  will  offer  a  novel  specialty,  inter- 
mingled with  songs,  dances,  and  conversa- 
tional quips.  Franz  Adelman,  the  famous  vio- 
lin virtuoso,  who  has  not  been  heard  in  San 
Francisco  for  many  years,  returns  after  a 
series  of  European  triumphs  and  will  be  heard 
in  a  programme  including  both  classical  and 
popular  selections.  Another  San  Francisco 
favorite  is  Tom  Kelly,  the  popular  barytone 
and  story  teller,  who  has  been  making  his 
first  tour  of  the  Pantages  Circuit  and  boost- 
ing the  Fair.  Fred  Graham,  Nellie  Dent,  and 
their  company  will  present  an  original  one- 
act  comedy,  "Just  Like  a  Man."  Alice  Teddy, 
the  roller  skating  and  wrestling  bear,  will 
give  the  act  which  has  frequently  been  seen 
here  before,  but  which  is  always  received 
with   salvos   of   applause. 


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becoming   world    famous    for  their   excellence 

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Matinee  Every  Day 

INCOMPARABLE  VAUDEVILLE 

ETHEL    BARRYMORE 

in  J.  M.  Barrie's  one -act  play.  "The  Twelve 
Pound  Look":  OFEDOS'  MANON  OPERA  CO.: 
OWEN  CLARK,  the  Master  Magician;  GRAY 
and  GRAHAM,  in  "The  Musical  Bellboy": 
FREDERICK  ANDREWS'  WONDER  KETTLE : 
McINTYRE  and  HARTY  (return  for  one  week 
only):  WILLIAMS  and  WARNER;  NEW  DAY- 
LIGHT MOTION  PICTURES.  Last  week  OWEN 
MrGIVENEY ,  in  his  protean  success,  "Bill  Sifces." 
Evening  prices.  10c.  25c.  50c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  1  except  Sundays  and  holidays'. 
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Nightly,  including  Sunday 

Matinees  Wednesday  and  Saturday 

Second  and  Last  Week  Begins  Monday,  Oct.  7 

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in  Klaw  &  Erlanger's  Massive  Production 

THE  ROUND-UP 

134  people— 20  Horses— Indians— Cowboys 

Monday,  Oct.  14— David  Belasco's  Big  Success. 
"The  Woman." 


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Tonight— "Mme.  Butterfly." 
3d  Week  Starts  Tomorrow  (Sunday''  Night 
Repertoire  for  Third  Week: 
Sunday,    "Rigoletto";    Monday.   "Conchita"; 
Tuesday,    "Mme.    Butterfly";     Wed.    Mat..    "La 
Boheme":    Wednesday.    "Conchita":    Thursday. 
"Cavalleria  Riisticana"  and  "I"  Pagliacci":  Fri- 
day. "Salome";    Sat.    Mat..  "Cavalleria    Rusti- 
cana"  and  I'  Pagliacci":  Saturday.  "Salome.*' 
Prices— 50c  to  $2. 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 
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Week  of  October  6 
BOYLE  WOLFOLK'S  CHICKLETS 
A  Dashing  Musical  Comedy  Offering:  GORDON* 
and  RICCA,  Cycling,  Talking,  Singing  and  Danc- 
ing; KEENE  TRIO.  Charming  s-m^ir.--. : 
FRANZ  ADELMAN,  Violin  Virtuoso:  GRAHAM, 
DENT  and  Co.,  Presenting  "Just  Like  B  Man"; 
■vlice  TEDDY.  Famous  Roller  Skating  Bear; 
SUNLIGHT  PICTURES,  and 

TOM  KELLY,  San  Franci-eo'-  Favorite 
Mat.  daily  at  2:30.  Nightsat  7:15  and  9:15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1:30  and  3:30.    Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


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will  imugnrale  his  music  season  with 
RICCAR  DO 

MARTIN 

Tenor — Metropolitan  Opera  House 
LN  JOINT  RECITALS 
with 
RUDOLPH 


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Piano  Virtuoso 

Miss   Lima  O'Brien,  AccortiDanut 

SCOTTISH  RITE  HALL 

Sunday  afts,  Oct.  13  and  20 

Prices  12.00.  H  JO,  HjOO 
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to  Will  L.  Greenbaum  care  either  office  now. 
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THE     ARGONAUT 


October  5.  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


The  human  mind  is  so  curiously  constituted 
as  to  be  far  more  sensitive  to  repetition  than 
to  argument.  Let  the  thing  that  is  not  so  be 
said  often  enough  and  it  will  be  believed, 
while  the  demonstrated  fact  is  repulsed  by 
the  armor  of  a  stupid  indifference. 

Take,  for  example,  the  tactics  of  the  suf- 
fragette. In  spite  of  the  fact  that,  most  of 
her  male  auditors  were  married  early  and 
often  and  therefore  are  not  wholly  without 
the  inner  light  of  experience,  she  tells  them 
tirelessly  and  tiresomely  that  women  are  born 
economists,  that  national  administration  is  no 
more  than  housekeeping  upon  a  large  scale, 
and  that  if  they  were  allowed  to  vote  they 
would  apply  to  the  body  politic  those  same 
sound  principles  that  make  of  every  home  so 
marvelous  a  combination  of  comfort  and  fru- 
gality. And  the  poor  gudgeons  hear  and  read 
this  sort  of  stuff  and  they  believe  it.  With 
their  minds  full  of  it  they  ride  home  in  a 
street-car  elbowed  and  jostled  by  a  crowd  of 
women  who  have  spent  their  day  in  "shop- 
ping'"— that  is  to  say  in  the  crucifixion  of  a 
large  number  of  shop  assistants — and  who 
now,  gorged  with  ice-cream  and  moving  pic- 
tures, are  going  home  by  way  of  the  deli- 
catessen slore,  where  they  will  purchase  a 
ready  cooked  dinner  in  its  most  expensive 
form.  If  they  do  any  housekeeping  at  all 
they  do  it  through  the  telephone  without  re- 
gard to  quality  or  price.  And  these  are  the 
women  who  have  reduced  domestic  economy 
to  a  science  and  who  are  prepared  to  take 
over  the  affairs  of  the  nation  and  to  run 
them  in  the  same  way.  Woman's  capacity  for 
housekeeping  is  one  of  the  delusions  of  tht 
age.  If  she  demands  the  control  of  public 
affairs  in  order  that  she  may  manage  them 
as  she  manages  her  house  we  must  reply  fear- 
fully and  yet  firmly  that  we  would  rather 
not.  We  can  not  face  such  a  threat  as  this 
with  equanimity.     She  might  actually  do  it. 


Whenever  there  is  any  public  scandal  we 
are  invariably  assured  that  it  would  be  recti- 
fied if  women  were  at  the  helm.  One  of 
these  heaven-born  administrators — probably  of 
the  delicatessen  and  telephone  variety — is 
quick  to  write  to  an  Eastern  newspaper  with 
the  usual  assurances — and  assurance — that  if 
women  had  the  handling  of  the  New  York 
gambling  scandal  they  "would  be  enraged  by 
the  disclosures  and  would  find  a  remedy." 
Xow  rage  is  not  exactly  the  attitude  in  which 
public  questions  should  be  approached.  But 
let  that  pass.  Let  us  remember  that  there 
are  other  problems,  other  scandals,  which 
come  well  within  the  existing  feminine  sphere" 
and  that  those  problems  are  still  unsettled 
and  likely  to  stay  so.  For  example,  there  is 
the  problem  of  the  sweat  shop  wherein  are 
made  those  garments  that  women  insist  upon 
having  at  sweat-shop  prices.  There  is  the 
problem  of  Christmas  shopping  that  causes  so 
many  shop  assistants  to  be  worked  to  death 
at  the  season  of  the  chief  Christian  festivity. 
And  there  is  the  problem  of  domestic  service 
that  is  so  acute  because  women  refuse  to 
recognize  the  existence  of  ordinary  human 
attributes  in  those  whom  they  employ.  What 
an  encouragement  it  would  be  if  we  could  see 
these  problems  in  the  course  of  settlement. 
But  unfortunately  there  is  nothing  of  the  kind 
in  sight,  nor  likely  to  be.  Mr.  Christian  says 
somewhere  that  there  are  three  things  that 
women  know  nothing  of — liberty,  equality, 
fraternity,  and  these  three  things  are  not 
without  their  importance  in  the  settlement  of 
social   questions. 


We  find  ourselves  becoming  exhausted  in 
the  effort  to  acquire  sufficient  agility  to  fol- 
low the  progress  of  medical  science.  Until 
this  morning  we  were  under  the  impression 
that  if  we  wished  to  be  healthy,  wealthy,  and 
wise  we  must  practice  what  the  Sunday  sup- 
plement health  department  calls  stomachic 
respiration.  How  often  have  we  not  ad- 
mired the  illustrations  in  that  portion  of  the 
Sunday  newspaper  that  is  labeled  for  women 
only  and  that  explains  how  the  devotee  upon 
rising  must  advance  toward  an  open  window 
and  breathe  deeply  in  such  a  way  as  to  cause 
an  expansion  of  those  sub-diaphragm  regions 
that  it  always  seems  so  improper  to  talk  about 
in  pages  so  adjacent  to  the  sporting  columns. 
But  it  seems  that  we  were  wrong.  We  must 
begin  all  over  again.  Medical  science  has 
made  another  glorious  advance  by  walking 
backward.  Henceforth  we  must  speak  re- 
spectfully of  the  corset,  whose  chief  sin 
has  been  its  discouragement  of  abdominal 
breathing,  if  such  a  thing  may  be  mentioned 
in  a  column  liable  to  male  perusal.  There 
arc  two  "tuberculosis  experts"  who  say  this 
thing,  and  they  give  their  benediction  to  the 
corset  because  it  prevents  this  deadly  prac- 
tice of  respiring  below  the  diaphragm  and 
compels  the  use  of  the  upper  parts  of  the 
thorax  only.  The  corset,  say  these  wise- 
acres, is  an  invaluable  protection  against  tu- 
berculosis, so  now  at  last  we  know  why  it  is 
that  women  arc  wholly  immune  from  this 
modern  scou*"tre.     We  have  often  wondered. 

But   how    ibout   the   men,   poor   defenseless 

creatures  without  corsets  and  so  liable  at  any 

moment  to  *he  heresy  of  stomachic  breathing 

when    they    are    thinking    of    something    else? 

e  intend  to  get  some  corsets  with- 

/   if  the  glorious   advance  of  medical 

:1]  but  hold  itself  in  check  for  a  few 


minutes  so  as  to  give  us  time  to  get  round  to 
the  shop  before  the  laws  of  health  are  once 
more  reversed  by  scientific  ukase. 


And  talking  of  corsets,  we  have  at  last  an 
opportunity  to  see  ourselves  as  others  see  us. 
The  Berlin  correspondent  of  the  London 
Standard  tells  us  that  a  southwest  African 
negro  named  Lukanga  has  recently  visited  the 
German  capital  and  has  actually  published 
some  of  his  observations  of  the  German 
woman.  Apparently  his  friends  at  home  were 
curious  on  the  point  and  to  a  certain  extent 
the  results  may  be  disappointing  to  them, 
for  he  says  that  "neither  in  the  streets,  nor 
at  home,  nor,  again,  working  in  the  fields, 
are  the  women  without  clothes."  That,  of 
course,  was  embarrassing  to  the  sincere  stu- 
dent from  Africa,  but  there  were  compensa- 
tions.    He  says : 

Only  in  the  evening  can  one  make  any  judg- 
ment, for  then  only  a  part  of  the  figure  is 
clothed.  Evidently  they  do  not  dare  to  go  en- 
tirely without  clothing,  as  their  figure  is  divided 
into  two  parts,  which  are  only  loosely  bound  to- 
gether, so  that  the  waist  has  to  be  strengthened 
and  maintained  by  means  of  a  stiff  cuirass. 

This  protection  is  covered  with  only  a  little 
clothing  in  the  evening — no  more  than  is  neces- 
sary. If  the  women  were  without  this  cuirass 
they  would  undoubtedly  break  in  two,  and  could 
not  hold  themselves  upright.  It  is  evidently  an 
old  invention,  but  it  is  so  made  that  they  can 
scarcely  breathe.  Consequently  the  German 
woman  can  not  run,  and  can,  indeed,  scarcely 
move.  Consequently  she  grows  very  thin  beneath 
the  cuirass,  and  very  fat  both  above  and  below — 
all  of  which  the  white  men   find  beautiful. 

Already  in  an  early  age  the  young  girls  are 
fastened  up  in  this  way,  for  the  men  fear  that 
otherwise  they  may  long  remain  healthy.  The 
result  is  that  the  women  are  early  in  life  weak 
and  delicate,  and  the  men  speak  of  them  rather 
scornfully  as  the  "weaker  sex."  The  women  have 
to  move  along  something  like  tortoises,  and  you 
can  not  imagine  how  the  legs  move  under  this 
iron   belt. 

Come  to  think  of  it,  it  is  a  little  hard  to 
understand  how  the  legs  move.  In  our  un- 
guarded moments  we  have  allowed  ourselves 
to  entertain  a  similar  perplexity,  and  we 
feel  it  still.  We  know  of  no  way  in  which 
it  can  be  solved  consistent  with  those  rigid 
and  virtuous  principles  that  have  guided  us 
from  birth  and  that  have  now  become  a  sort 
of  second  nature.  With  every  wish  to  help 
our  black  and  African  brother  we  are  unable 
to  tell  him  "how  the  legs  move  under  this  iron 
belt."     But  they  certainly  do  move. 


The  New  York  Evening  Post  is  somewhat 
disturbed  in  its  mind  because  foreign  news- 
papers persist  in  exaggerating  the  eccentrici- 
ties of  fashionable  life  in  America.  The  ec- 
centricities are  bad  enough,  but  they  ought 
not  to  be  exaggerated.  The  follies  are  fool- 
ish enough,  but  the  effete  foreign  scribe  has 
no  right  to  invent  new  ones  merely  for  the 
purpose  of  holding  up  his  transatlantic  betters 
to  ridicule.  Take,  for  example,  the  case  of 
the  Muenchener  Neueste  Nachrichten,  which 
prints  an  absurd  and  impossible  story  to  the 
effect  that  the  fashionable  women  in  Newr 
York  are  patronizing  the  "gunmen"  of  the 
city,  cultivating  them  as  a  fad  and  inviting 
them  to  their  houses  in  order  to  listen  to  an 
account  of  their  murderous  exploits.  The 
Evening  Post  says  that  "to  read  stuff  of  this 
kind  in  the  best  papers  of  Europe  hurts  our 
feelings."  So  it  does.  It  hurts  them  griev- 
ously. But  it  hurts  them  still  more  to  read 
this  same  "stuff"  in  our  own  newspaper,  and 
as  a  matter  of  fact  this  very  story  was  copied 
by  the  German  newspaper  from  the  columns 
of  an  esteemed  but  yellow  contemporary  in 
New  York. 


It  seems  hardly  credible  and  yet  we  are 
assured  upon  good  authority  that  every  morn- 
ing sees  the  formation  of  a  crowd  in  front 
of  the  Astor  residence  in  New  York.  Its 
composition  may  change  during  the  course  of 
the  day,  but  the  crowd  itself  remains.  It 
stands  on  the  sidewalk  and  gazes  at  the  walls 
and  windows.  It  sees  nothing  else,  expects 
to  see  nothing  else,  desires  to  see  nothing 
else.  It  came  to  see  those  walls  and  windows 
and  it  disperses  reluctantly  when  the  dark- 
ness dims  them. 

That  crowd  is  attracted  by  the  fact  that 
somewhere  in  that  building  is  the  richest 
baby  in  the  world.  Think  of  it — of  the  crowd, 
not  of  the  baby.  If  the  baby  were  royal  and 
therefore  likely  to  be  a  ruler  one  could  partly 
understand  the  interest.  But  it  has  no  such 
qualification  or  attraction.  Probably  it  will 
play  no  part  whatever  in  public  life.  It  is 
in  no  way  different  from  millions  of  other 
babies  except  in  the  one  particular  that  it  is 
the  heir  to  great  wealth. 

Xow  what  is  to  be  done  for  people  who 
will  spend  hour  after  hour  in  gazing  at  a 
building  merely  because  it  contains  a  rich 
baby?  To  speak  of  them  as  idiots  is  to  libel 
the  feeble-minded,  for  no  idiot  is  so  idiotic 
as  this.  To  describe  them  as  cattle  is  to  in- 
sult the  animal  kingdom,  for  no  animal  ever 
displays  such  depravity  of  instinct.  And  for 
every  one  in  that  mournful  crowd  of  degene- 
rates there  are  hundreds  who  would  like  to 
be  there,  who  would  be  made  happy  by  even 
such  shadowy  contact  with  the  atmosphere  of 
wealth.  Truly  it  must  be  a  saddening  spec- 
tacle, a  spectacle  to  make  one  despair  for  hu- 
manity, a  spectacle  of  creeping  and  crawling 
servility  that  one  would  look  for  vainly  in  a 
kennel   of  decent  dogs. 


Safety  of 
u  Railroad 
M  Travel 


The  Union  and  Southern  Pacific  railroad  systems  are 
now  reaping  the  benefits  of  years  of  consistent  effort  to 

promote  safety  of  travel  on  their  lines,  and  their  success  has  been  such  as 
to  inspire  even  greater  future  effort.  Within  a  period  of  four  years  the 
record  of  the  Southern  Pacific  is  absolute!;'  clear — not  one  single  pas- 
senger lost  his  life  through  a  collision  or  derailment  of  its  trains.  This 
means  that  during  that  time  157,000,000  passengers  were  safely  carried 
to  their  destinations  on  its  lines,  traveling  an  average  distance  of  forty- 
two  miles,  or  a  total  of  6,594,000,000  miles,  or  265,000  times  around 
the  world. 

The    Union    Pacific,    in    approximately    the    same 

period,  fell  short  of  this  perfect  record  by  but  a  single  accident  resulting 
in  the  death  of  one  passenger. 

Without  attempting  to  make  invidious  comparisons, 
it  may  be  stated  that   these  records,  covering  nearly 

17,520  miles,  surpass  those  of  the  railroads  of  Great  Britain,  covering 
23,000  miles,  which  are  considered  models  of  safety.  That  this  remark- 
able showing  is  the  result  of  something  more  than  chance  is  obvious, 
and  it  may  be  well  to  point  out  briefly  what  has  been  done  by  the 
management  to  carry  out  its  policy  of  'Safety  First"  in  the  operation 
of  its  properties. 

Within  the  past  five  years  $6,000,000  have  been  ex- 
pended in  installing  automatic  block   signals.      Every 

mile  of  the  lines  of  the  Union-Southern  Pacific  systems  to  San  Fran- 
cisco, Los  Angeles  and  Portland  is  now  protected. 

To  reduce  to  a  minimum  the  hazard  of  accident, 
the  Union  and  Southern  Pacific  systems,  during  the  past 

ten  years,  have  been  drilling  their  trainmen  in  the  observance  of  danger 
signals  by  a  system  of  surprise  tests,  the  results  of  which  have  been  very 
satisfactory,  showing  that  of  approximately  20,000  tests  made  during  the 
past  year  99  per  cent  were  fully  respected,  and  practically  all  of  those 
classed  as  "  failures "  were  respected  sufficiently  to  have  averted 
accident. 

Every  accident  involving  a  hazard  of  human  life  is 
promptly  and  fully  investigated  to  determine  the  cause 
and  to  prescribe,  if  possible,  the  remedy  against  a  recurrence.  This  is 
done  by  convening  a  board  of  inquiry  composed  of  division  officers  and 
two  or  more  prominent  citizens,  as  representatives  of  the  public.  The 
findings  of  the  board  of  inquiry  are  given  freely  to  the  press  for  publication 
and  are  transmitted  with  all  data  to  the  president,  who,  if  the  report  is  not 
conclusive,  may  convene  successive  boards  of  inquiry  and  employ  technical 
experts  if  necessary  until  the  real  cause  is  determined  and  the  responsi- 
bility located.  Employees  are  encouraged  to  make  suggestions  in  the 
interest  of  increased  safety  and  their  suggestions  are  systematically  and 
carefully  considered  by  committees  appointed  for  that  purpose.  Through 
the  frequent  distribution  of  government  reports  of  investigations  of  im- 
portant accidents   and  company  bulletins,  all  employees  are  taught  that 

"Eternal  Vigilance  is  the 
Price  of  Safety  " 

Union  Pacific-Southern  Pacific  Systems 


October  5,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


221 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


A  customer  in  a  butcher's  shop  stood 
gazing  at  some  small  alligators  in  an 
aquarium.  Having  turned  the  matter  over  in 
his  mind,  the  customer  approached  the 
butcher  and  exclaimed,  "I  suppose  a  body 
might  as  well  be  dead  as  out  of  style.  Gimme 
a  couple  of  pounds  of  alligator." 


A  rich  Chicago  broker  was  strolling  on 
State  Street  one  day  when  his  beautiful 
young  wife  stole  up  behind  him,  threw  her 
arms  around  his  neck,  and  kissed  him  heart- 
ily. "Tut !  tut !"  the  man  said,  hurriedly 
straightening  his  hat.  "Tut !  tut !  This  sort 
of  thing,  my  dear,  is  most  undignified."  His 
wife  dropped  her  eyes  and  answered  de- 
murely :  "Oh,  excuse  me,  John — I  didn't 
know  it  was  you." 


While  Mrs.  W.  was  busy  in  her  kitchen 
preparing  the  light  refreshments  for  her 
bridge  club,  which  includes  the  more  well-to- 
do  of  the  neighboring  country,  Sally  Hill,  a 
poor  farmer's  child,  came  in  with  a  donation 
of  home-made  pickles.  "My  mother  belongs 
to  a  club,  too,"  said  Sally.  "Does  she?  And 
what  do  they  do  ?  Play  cards  ?"  "No." 
"Sew?"  "Oh,  no,  they  just  draw  names  out 
of  a  hat  to  see  who'll  have  the  next  meeting." 


Mrs.  Humphry  Ward  and  her  novels  were 
being  discussed.  A  poet  said:  "I  met  the 
Humphry  Wards  during  the  last  London  sea- 
son. Poor  Humphry  himself  is  rather  over- 
shadowed by  his  wife,  and  I  think  he  feels  it. 
At  dinner  a  lady  said.  'In  olden  times  men 
claimed  that  it  was  possible  for  them  to  make 
themselves  invisible.'  'That  is  still  possible, 
madam,'  said  Humphry  Ward,  in  his  grave, 
sad  way.  'Possible  for  a  man  to  make  him- 
self invisible  !'  the  lady  cried.  'How  on  earth 
can  he  do  it  ?'  'By  marrying  a  celebrated 
wife,'  was  the  reply." 


Lord  Rocksavage,  who  leads  the  Duke  of 
Westminster's  set,  is  handsome,  a  fine  rider, 
a  superb  shot,  and  very,  very  smart  in  dress. 
He  was  strolling,  one  warm  and  sunny  win- 
ter morning,  on  the  terrace  at  Monte  Carlo. 
From  the  cut  of  his  gray  flannels,  a  pick- 
pocket realized  Lord  Rocksavage's  opulence 
and  attempted  to  steal  his  sovereign  purse. 
But  the  young  nobleman  seized  in  his  strong 
brown  hand  the  pickpocket's  grimy  paw,  and, 
looking  at  it  disgustedly,  he  said,  as  he  flung 
it  from  him:  "How  dare  you  put  your  hand 
in  a  gentleman's  pocket  without  washing  it 
first  ?" 


Of  the  late  Bishop  Charles  C.  Grafton 
Fond  du  Lac  man  said:  "Bishop  Grafton  was 
remarkable  for  the  neatness  and  point  of  his 
pulpit  utterances.  Once,  during  a  disastrous 
strike,  a  capitalist  of  Fond  du  Lac  arose  in  a 
church  meeting  and  asked  leave  to  speak. 
The  bishop  gave  him  the  floor,  and  the  man 
delivered  himself  of  a  long  panegyric  upon 
captains  of  industry,  upon  the  good  they  do 
by  giving  men  work,  by  booming  the  country, 
by  reducing  the  cost  of  production,  and  so 
forth.  When  the  capitalist  had  finished  his 
self-praise  and,  flushed  and  satisfied,  had  sat 
down  again,  Bishop  Grafton  rose  and  said 
with  quiet  significance:  'Is  there  any  other 
sinner  would  like  to  say  a  word?'" 


Mrs.  Blanc  was  giving  a  tea  party  on  her 
yacht.  The  affair  for  some  reason  was  drag- 
ging dreadfully.  The  guests  talked  of  noth- 
ing but  the  weather,  and  even  in  this  talk 
there  would  come  long,  deathly  silences. 
Suddenly  Mrs.  Blanc,  losing  her  balance,  fell 
heavily  against  her  mother-in-law,  who  sat 
beside  the  low  rail,  and  with  a  moaning  crv 
the  dear  old  lady  went  headforemost  over- 
board. Of  course  she  was  rescued ;  but 
afterward  Mr.  Blanc  took  Mrs.  Blanc  pri- 
vately to  task.  "How  clumsy  you  are,"  he 
said,  "to  knock  mother  into  the  water  like 
that.  I'm  afraid  she  won't  care  to  visit  us 
again  in  a  hurry.  You  really  should  be  more 
careful."  "Now,  George,"  said  Mrs.  Blanc, 
"be  reasonable.  I  had  to  do  something.  I 
simply  had  to.  Didn't  you  see  how  our  party 
was  dragging?" 

Immediately  following  the  murder  of  the 
gambler,  Rosenthal,  in  New  York,  the  papers 
were  full  of  stories  to  the  effect  that  mem- 
bers of  the  uniformed  police  force  cleared  the 
street  in  front  of  the  Hotel  Metropole  in  or- 
der that  the  assassins  might  pot  their  vic- 
tim without  interruption.  A  night  or  two 
after  the  killing  a  very  tired   man   was   cling- 


ing to  an  awning  post  opposite  the  Metro- 
pole,  in  Forty-Third  Street,  when  a  patrol- 
man came  by  and  ordered  him  to  move  on. 
"Very  well !"  said  the  weary  one  thickly. 
"Very  well,  ossifer ;  but  I'd  like  to  ask  you 
a  civil  ques'n  first?"  "Well,  what  is  it?"  de- 
manded the  policeman.  "Who  you  fellers 
fixin'  to  shoot  now?" 


One  day  at  a  rehearsal  W.  S.  Gilbert  ob- 
served a  girl  crying,  and  asked  her  the  cause 
of  it.  Between  her  sobs,  she  declared  she  had 
been  insulted  by  one  of  the  costumers,  who 
had  said  to  her:  "You  are  no  better  than 
you  ought  to  be."  Gilbert  immediately  looked 
very  sympathetic,  and  said :  "Well,  you  are 
not,  are  you,  my  dear?"  To  which  she  re- 
plied promptly :  "Why,  of  course  not,  Mr. 
Gilbert."  "Ah,  that's  all  right,"  he  said,  and 
she  went  away  perfectly  comforted. 


In  the  midst  of  a  battle  a  former  Marquis 
of  Townsend  saw  a  drummer  killed  by  a 
cannon  ball,  which  scattered  his  brains  in 
every  direction.  His  eyes  were  at  once  fixed 
on  the  ghastly  object,  which  seemed  to  en- 
gross his  thoughts.  A  superior  officer,  ob- 
serving him,  supposed  he  was  intimidated  at 
the  sight,  and  addressed  him  in  a  manner  to 
cheer  his  spirits.  "Oh,"  said  the  young  mar- 
quis with  calmness,  "I  am  not  frightened.  I 
am  puzzled  to  make  out  how  any  man  with 
such  a  quantity  of  brains  ever  came  to  be 
here !" 


Lowell  once  met  an  acquaintance  (of  du- 
bious standing) ,  whose  cheerful  face  and 
happy  demeanor  led  him  to  ask  the  cause  of 
such  exuberant  felicity.  "Why,"  said  the 
genial  smiler,  "I've  discovered  a  way  to 
make  my  fortune.  We  all  know  that  the 
reason  for  the  fine  flavor  of  the  wild  duck 
is  the  wild  celery  on  which  it  feeds.  Now 
I  propose  to  feed  it  to  the  domestic  duck,  and 
supply  the  market."  Some  weeks  later,  on 
meeting  his  acquaintance  again,  Lowell  found 
him  quite  depressed,  and  inconsolable.  "Why 
are  you  looking  so  unhappy?  I  thought,  the 
last  time  I  saw  you,  that  you  were  on  the 
point  of  making  your  fortune  with  ducks. 
Wouldn't  it  work?"  "No,"  was  the  reply, 
"the  d — n  things  won't  eat  it." 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

The  Exception. 
The   girl    with    the   ruby   lips  we   like, 

The  lass  with  teeth  of  pearl, 
The  maid  with    the  eyes  like  diamonds, 

The  cheek -like-coral  girl; 
The   girl  with  the   alabaster  brow, 

The  lass   from  Emerald  Isle, 
All    these   we    like,    but    not   the   jade 

With    the    sardonyx   smile. 

— Boston   Transcript. 


Singular  Person. 
When   first  I   heard   that  term   bull   moose, 

Its   plural   plagued    me   sore. 
Could    it  be  meese  to    rhyme  with   geese? — 

I    pondered    o'er  and    o'er; 
Or  was  it  mice?     The  question  nice 

Became  a  haunting  bore; 
Till   in   the   night  there  broke  a  light; 

Ki-yi-   Ki-yi,    I   know   the   why; 
The    mystery    is    done; 

There    isn't   any    plural,    'cause 
The   Maker   made  but  one! 

— New    Yo rk    Times. 


Counting  the  Cost. 
O,    maiden,   you  are  fair  to  see! 

O,   maiden,   will  you  be  my  bride? 
Say    that   you'll   run    away   with    me 

And  be  forever  by  my  side! 
For  I  will  shield  you  from  all  barm, 

Be   your   defense  when  tempest   tossed; 
Your    shield    shall    be    my    strong    right    arm- 

Er — say — what  did  that  outfit  cost? 

That    hat   is   a   bewitching  thing; 

It  matches  your  sweet  eyes  so  blue. 
I  like  that  droopy  sort  of  wing; 

That  ribbon   bow's  a  daisy,   too. 
You   look  just  like  a   poster   girl 

Beneath   that  stunning  kind   of  hat! 
That's  a  swell  buckle — is   it  pearl? 

What   did   your    father  pay   for   that? 

That  hobble  skirt  is  quite  all  right; 

It  surely  does  appeal  to  me! 
Perhaps  it  is  a  trifle  tight — 

O,    what    a   comfort   you    will    be 
To  me  through  all  life's  winding  ways! 

Your  love  makes  glad  this  moldy  earth! 
Your    laugh    will    brighten    gloomy    days — 

Say,   what  is  such    a   hobble   worth? 

So  you'll   elope,   my   pearl   of  pearls! 

You're  sure  the  step  you'll  ne'er  regret? 
Of  course,  you   are  the  best  of   girls — 

Of  course,  sweetheart,   I  love  you  yet. 
But  still,   ahem! — I'd  better  state 

I'm   not   eloping,   thanks,   today. 
I   am  convinced  wc  ought  to  wait 

Until    the  boss  shall    raise  my  pay! 

— Chicago   News. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Francisco 

Paid-l'p  Capital $  1,000,000 

Surphisand  Undivided  l'rotiits 1.700,000 

Total  Resources -in.ooo.OOO 

Officers: 

Hebbkrt  FleishH acker President 

SlG,  G^EKNBBAUM Chairman  of  the  Hoard 

Washington  Dodge Vice-President 

Jos.   Fr.i  edlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

„  ™  ~    R.  Ai.tschul Cashier 

C.R.  Parker,  Assistant  Cashi«r    Wm.  II.  High.  Assistant  Cashier 

H.Choynski.  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.Bi'RDicK.AssistantCashiei 

A.  L.  Langerman.  Secretary 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Su. 

Capital,  Surplui  and  Undivided  Profits. .  .$1  1.070.803.23 

Dcpo*"« 30. 104.366.00 

Total  Resource! 49.415,266.1  1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipuan Vice-President 

James  K.   Wilson Vice-President 

Frank   B.   King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.   D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.  Price Asst.  Cashier 

directors: 
isaias  w.  hellman  hartland  law 

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October  5,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle   of   the    social   happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay   of  San   Francisco   will  be  found   in 
the  following  department: 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Bessie  Ashton  and  Mr. 
John  Thomas  Piggott  took  place  Wednesday  even- 
ing at  the  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  of  the  bride's 
mother,  Mrs.  George  F.  Ashton.  Miss  Helen 
Ashton  was  her  sister's  only  attendant,  and  Mr. 
Chauncey  Goodrich  was  the  groom's  best  man. 
The  ushers  were  the  Messrs.  Roger  Sherman, 
Lovell  Langstroth,  Frank  Kennedy,  and  William 
Jackson.  Mrs.  Piggott  is  a  sister  of  Mr.  Ray- 
mond Ashton,  a  niece  of  Mrs.  William  R.  Smed- 
berg  and  the  Messrs.  George  and  Charles  Ray- 
mond, and  a  cousin  of  Mrs.  G.  W.  Mclvor  of 
Manila,  Miss  Cora  Smedberg,  and  Captain  W.  R. 
Smedberg,  Jr.  Mr.  Piggott  is  a  son  of  Judge 
William  T.  Piggott  and  Mrs.  Piggott  of  Helena, 
Montana,  and  a  brother  of  the  Messrs.  Curtis 
and  William  Piggott  and  Miss  Winifred  Piggott. 
After  a  wedding  trip  of  two  weeks,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Piggott  will   reside  in   San    Rafael. 

The  wedding  of  Mrs.  Julia  Bolado  Ashe  and 
Mr.  Frank  H.  Davis  took  place  Wednesday,  Sep- 
tember 25,  at  the  home  on  Clay  Street  of  the 
bride.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Davis  will  reside  in  this 
city. 

Announcements  have  been  received  of  the  wed- 
ding in  Madison,  Wisconsin,  of  Miss  Emily  Owen, 
daughter  of  Professor  Edward  T.  Owen  and  Mrs. 
Owen,  and  'Mr.  Barry  Cerf.  Mr.  Cerf  is  a 
brother  of  the  Messrs.  Marcel,  Cedric,  and  E. 
W.    Cerf  of  this  city. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Klothe  McGee  of  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  and  Mr.  David  B.  Willis  will  take 
place  in  Berkeley,  Saturday,  October  12.  Miss 
McGee  is  the  daughter  of  Mrs.  McGee  and  the 
late  Dr.  W.  J.  McGee  of  Washington  and  a 
granddaughter  of  Rear-Admiral  Simon  Newcomb, 
U.  S.  N.  Mr.  Willis  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Ambrose 
Willis  and  the  late  Mr.  Ambrose  Willis  of  this 
city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  the  wedding  of  their  daughter.  Miss 
Martha  Calhoun,  to  Mr.  Wilson  Beggs  Hickox, 
at  4:30  o'clock,  Saturday  afternoon,  October  12, 
at  Euclid  Heights,   Cleveland,  Ohio. 

Mrs.  Ambrose  Willis  was  hostess  Tuesday  at 
a  tea  in   honor  of  Miss  Klothe  McGee. 

Mrs.  William  Babcock  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  in  San  Rafael. 
Miss  Sophie  Coleman  gave  a  tea  recently  at 
her  home  in  San  Mateo.  The  affair  was  in  honor 
of  Mrs.  Frank  Holmes  and  Miss  Margaret  Holmes, 
wife  and  daughter  of  Captain  Holmes,  U.  S.  N. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edgar  Peixotto  gave  a  dinner 
complimentary  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Haig  Patigian, 
who  left  this  week  for  an  indefinite  stay  in  Eu- 
rope. 

Miss  Helen  Elizabeth  Cowles  was  hostess  at  a 
tea  at  her  home  on  Union  Street  in  honor  of 
Miss  Marianne  Mathieu,  whose  engagement  to 
Mr.  Alexander  Wilson  has  recently  been  an- 
nounced. 

Mrs.  John  Drum  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  luncheon  complimentary  to  Mrs. 
William  Shea,  who  left  a  few  days  ago  to  join 
her  husband,  Lieutenant  Shea,  U.  S.  N.,  who  is 
stationed   in    Milwaukee,    Wisconsin. 

Among  others  who  entertained  in  honor  of 
Mrs.  Shea  were  Mrs.  Clarence  Oddie,  Mrs.  How- 
ard Holmes,  Mrs.  Richard  Broderick,  and  Mrs. 
Rawson  Wolfe,  wife  of  Captain  Wolfe,  U.  S.  N. 
Mrs.  A.  E.  Graupner  and  Mrs.  Wenzelburger, 
sister  and  mother  of  Mrs.  Shea,  were  hostesses 
at  a  tea  in  Mill  Valley  the  day  before  Mrs. 
Shea's  departure   for  her   new  home. 

Mrs.  Sidney  Ashe  gave  a  tea  at  the  Palace 
Hotel  in  honor  of  the  Messrs.  Lewis  Hall  and 
William   Campbell  of  New  York. 

Mrs.  Nicholas  A.  Acker  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
at  her.  home  on  Euclid  Avenue  in  Oakland  Satur- 
day, when  her  daughter,  Miss  Helen  Acker,  was 
formally    presented    to    society. 

A  series  of  dances  will  be  given  this  winter  by 
the  Neighbors'  Club.  The  affairs  will  take  place 
at  Century  Club  Hall,  November  2,  30,  December 
28,  and  January  29,  The  patronesses  are  Mrs. 
J.  K.  Wilson,  Mrs.  Alpheus  Bull,  Mrs.  Andrew 
Carrigan,  Mrs.  E.  D.  Bullard,  Mrs.  R.  H.  Postle- 
tliuaitc. 

Miss  Katherine  D.  Burke  gave  a  tea  last  Friday 
afternoon  to  Miss  Anna  Miller  Wood,  at  which 
there  was  a  general  renewal  of  old  friendships  and 
acquaintances.  Miss  Wood  has  been  spending  the 
summer  in  California  and  is  on  the  eve  of  her  de- 
parture for  her  home  in  Boston.  She  and  Miss 
Burke  were  classmates  in  the  Girls*  High  School 
of  this  city.  The  tea  was  given  in  Miss  Burke's 
school,  and  the  girls  of  the  senior  classes  assisted 
in   receiving  the  guests. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to    and    from    this   city    and    Coast   and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Califormans : 

Hon.  Charles  Page  Bryan,  American  ambassa- 
dor to  Japan,  sailed  from  Tokyo  last  Saturday 
for  America.      He  is  returning  home  by  the  trans- 


siberian  route  and  will  spend  his  two  months'  va- 
cation   with    relatives   and    friends    in    the    East. 

Judge  William  Piggott  of  Helena,  Montana,  re- 
turned Thursday  to  his  home,  after  a  week's  visit 
in  this  city.  Judge  Piggott  came  west  to  attend 
the  wedding  of  his  son,  Mr.  William  Thomas  Pig- 
gott, who  was  married  Wednesday  evening  to 
Miss    Bessie  Ashton. 

Mrs.  William  S.  Wood  and  Mrs.  Yerrington  of 
Nevada  will  leave  shortly  for  a  trip  to  India. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  S.  Heller  have  returned  from 
San  Mateo,  where  they  have  been  spending  the 
summer. 

Dr.  George  H.  Powers  has  returned  from  the 
East,  where  he  visited  his  son,  Dr.  George  H. 
Powers,  Jr.,  of  Boston,  and  his  daughter,  Mrs. 
Edward    Russell    Chapman,   of   Detroit. 

Mrs.  Philip  Kearney  will  spend  the  winter  in 
Miramar,  where  she  has  recently  rented  a  cot- 
tage. Mrs.  Kearney,  who  was  formerly  Miss 
Birdie  Rutherford,  is  a  sister  of  Mr.  Alexander 
Rutherford. 

Captain  Charles  A.  Gove,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Gove  spent  the  week-end  in  Burlingame  as  the 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.    Mountford  S.   Wilson. 

Mr.  Eugene  Murphy  has  returned  from  Seattle 
a  fter  an  absence  of  six  months,  and  is  ill  at  a 
hospital  in   San  Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  W.  Clark  are  en  route 
home   from   Europe. 

Mrs.  Hermann  Oelrichs  of  New  York  is  con- 
templating coming  West  this  winter  for  a  few 
weeks'    visit  with   her   friends. 

Miss  Geraldine  Forbes  has  gone  East  to  visit 
her  grandmother,  Mrs.  Thornton,  in  New  York, 
and  her  aunt,  Mrs.  James  Oxnard,  in  Washing- 
ton,   D.    C. 

Miss  Stella  McCalla  has  gone  to  Washington, 
D.    C,   to  visit   relatives. 

Miss  Marie  Louise  Black  and  Miss  Leslie  Miller 
have  returned  from  Miss  Spence's  school  in  New 
York, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Rutherford  came  to 
town   last  week  and  are  at  the  Hotel  Granada. 

Miss  Helen  Bowie  has  returned  to  Palo  Alto 
after  a  visit  in  town  with  her  brother-in-law  and 
sister,    Mr.   and  Mrs.    Stanley    Rammage. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  J.  Ralston  and  the  Misses 
Florence  and  Edith  Selby  sailed  last  Friday  for 
the   Orient, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Deering  have  returned 
from  their  country  home  in  Santa  Clara  County, 
where  they  have  been  spending  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Sutro  have  returned 
from  an  automobile  trip  through  the  Tahoe 
country. 

Dr.  Charles  Minor  Cooper,  Mrs.  Cooper  (for- 
merly Miss  Ella  GoodallJ,  Mrs.  Edwin  Goodall, 
and  Mr.  Arthur  Goodall,  of  Oakland,  are  estab- 
lished for  the  winter  in  the  home  on  Broadway 
of  Mrs.  G.  Russell  Lukens,  who  is  residing  at 
the  Hotel  Monroe. 

Miss  Eleanor  Davenport  has  gone  East  to  spend 
the  winter  with  relatives. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Casserly  and  their  chil- 
dren will  leave  next  month  for  Europe,  where 
they  will  remain  two  years.  They  will  be  accom- 
panied by   Miss  Margaret  Casserly. 

Mrs.  Randell  Hunt  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Floride  Hunt,  spent  the  week-end  in  Woodside 
with  Mrs.  James  Cunningham  and  the  Misses  Sara 
and    Elizabeth    Cunningham. 

Mrs.  J.  B.  Wright  and  Mrs.  Fannie  McCreary 
have  returned  from  a  visit  to    Sacramento. 

The  Misses  Marie  and  Elena  Brewer,  who  are 
with  Mrs.  James  Sperry  in  Sausalito,  will  come 
to  town  in  November  and  will  reside  with  Mrs. 
G.  F.  Ashton  during  the  winter. 
-  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  left  last  week  for 
New  York  to  place  her  daughter,  Miss  Helen 
Crocker,    in   an    Eastern  school. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Jones  left  Monday  for 
Los  Angeles,  where  they  will  reside  indefinitely. 
They  have  rented  their  apartment  on  Van  Ness 
Avenue  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Howard  Burns  Rector. 
Mrs.  Richard  Hammond  and  Miss  Daisy  Ham- 
mond have  returned   from   Catalina  Island. 

Mr.  Lewis  E.  Hanchett  has  gone  to  New  York 
for   a  brief  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Hayes  Smith  and  their 
little  son  left  Sunday  for  New  York  en  route  to 
Europe. 

The  Messrs.  Gordon  and  Lansing  Tevis  spent 
the  week-end  in  Menlo  Park  with  their  aunt, 
Mrs.    Frederick    S.    Sharon. 

Mrs.  John  F.  Boyd  is  recovering  from  her  re- 
cent illness  at  the  Adler  Sanatorium. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  P.  Brinegar  have  given  up 
their  apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue  and  are  re- 
siding at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Josselyn  are  en  route 
home  from  Europe,  where  they  have  been  spend- 
ing the  past  eight  months.  They  will  spend  the 
winter    in    this    city. 

Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard  is  now  convalescent  after 
an  illness  at  the  Adler  Sanatorium. 

Miss  Augusta  Foute  has  returned  from  Menlo 
Park,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Mrs.  Frederick 
S.    Sharon. 

Mrs.  James  Coffin  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Sara 
Coffin,  will  spend  the  winter  in  their  home  in 
Ross. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  B.  Wilshire  and  their  daugh- 
ter. Miss  Doris  Wilshire,  have  decided  to  remain 
in    San    Rafael   during  the  winter  season. 

Mr.    Wilberforce    W.   Williams   left   Wednesday 


It's  Perfect  Taste 

Wherever  you  see  a  box  of 
ARISTOCRATICA  Choco- 
lates,  it's  a  mark  of  perfect 
taste.  The  candy  for  exact- 
ing people. 

The  most  famous  chocolate,  the  Henry 
Maillard  product,  Fifth  Avenue,  New- 
York,  is  used  in  our  candies  by  special 
arrangement. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


for  a  month's  hunting  trip  in  Siskiyou  County. 
The  Misses  Laura  and  Mildred  Baldwin  have 
returned  from  Santa  Barbara,  where  they  were 
the  guests  of  the  Misses  Katherine  and  Laura 
Kaime. 

Miss  Cora  Jane  Flood  and  Miss  Sallie  May- 
nard  have  gone  to  New  York  to  spend  the  winter. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin  will  leave  to- 
day in  the  car  "Mishawaka"  for  New  York,  where 
they  will  remain  until  the  holidays.  They  will 
be  accompanied  by  Mr.  Henry  T.  Scott,  who  will 
meet  Mrs.  Scott  upon  her  return  from  a  six 
months'  visit  in  Europe. 

Captain  William  Holmes  McKittrick  and  Mrs. 
McKittrick  have  returned  to  their  home  in  Bakers- 
field  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  Mon- 
terey. 

Mr.  Truxton  Beale  is  en  route  to  Europe, 
where  he  will  join  Mrs.  Beale  and  her  sister, 
Miss  Alice  Oge,  who  are  at  present  in  Munich. 
Mr.  Stewart  Edward  White  of  Santa  Barbara 
has  gone  to  northern  Montana  with  a  party  of 
friends  to  enjoy  a  hunting  trip. 

Mrs.  Frederick  W.  Tallant  has  recently  been 
visiting  her  sister,  Mrs.  Vincent  Whitney,  in  Mon- 
terey. 

Mr.  Ashfield  Stow,  who  graduated  in  this 
year's  class  at  Harvard,  has  returned  to  the  law 
school,  after  spending  his  vacation  with  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Vanderlynn  Stow   in  San  Francisco. 

Mrs.  Hobart  and  her  children,  the  Misses  Han- 
nah and  Ruth  Hobart  and  Master  Walter  Hobart, 
arrived  last  week  in  New  York  from  Europe, 
where  they  have  been  residing  during  the  past 
three  years.  Mrs.  Hobart  will  remain  in  the 
East  with  her  children,  who  will  attend  schools 
in  Boston  and  Baltimore.  Miss  Mary  Eyre  re- 
turned with  Mrs.  Hobart  from  Europe,  where  she 
has  been  spending  six  months.  Miss  Eyre  is  in 
San  Rafael  with  her  brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr. 
and   Mrs.    George  M.    Pinckard. 

Rear-Admiral  Uriel  Sebree,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Sebree  arrived  last  week  from  Coronado  and  will 
shortly  leave  for  the  East. 

Brigadier-General  Robert  Wankowski,  U.  S.  A., 
of  the  National  Guard  of  California,  and  Mrs. 
Wankowski    arrived    Friday    from    Los    Angeles. 

Major  W.  A.  Purdy,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Purdy 
arrived  last  week  from  Honolulu  and  are  at  the 
Hotel    St.    Francis. 

Captain  Alfred  T.  Clifton,  U.  S.  A.,  and  his 
brother,  Mr.  Horace  Clifton,  have  returned  from 
a  visit  in  Washington,    D.    C. 

Captain  Malin  Craig,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Craig 
have  given  up  their  house  on  Sacramento  Street 
and  have  moved  to  the  Presidio. 

Major  William  Bertsch,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Bertsch,  with  their  three  children,  are  established 
at  Fort  Ontario,  Oswego,  where  they  went  re- 
cently   from    Fort    Madison,    New   York. 

Colonel  Lincoln  Karmany,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Karmany  arrived  last  week  from  the  Orient  and 
spent  a  few  days  here  en  route  to  Norfolk,  Vir- 
ginia, where  Colonel  Karmany  will  be  stationed. 
Colonel  Frederick  von  Schrader,  U.  S:  A.,  has 
gone  to  Seattle  on  a  tour  of  inspection.  He  was 
accompanied    by    Mrs.    von    Schrader. 


The  San  Francisco  Orchestra  Season. 

The  response  of  the  guarantors  of  the  San 
Francisco  Orchestra  to  the  requests  con- 
tained in  the  prospectus  issued  by  the  board 
of  governors  for  this  season's  series  of  con- 
certs was  so  immediate  and  enthusiastic  as 
to  leave  no  doubt  of  the  success  of  the  com- 
ing season.  The  board  of  governors  espe- 
cially requested  the  guarantors  to  purchase 
seats  for  the  combined  season  of  symphony 
and  popular  concerts,  thus  selling  outright 
seats  for  all  twenty  concerts.  In  very  few 
instances  has  this  request  not  been  acceded 
to. 

Last  season's  series  of  concerts  gave  the 
board  of  governors  an  opportunity  to  note 
necessary  changes,  and  with  the  object  of 
constant  improvement  in  view,  they  have  in- 
curred considerable  expense  so  that  the  or- 
chestra under  the  baton  of  Conductor  Hadley 
may  be  of  the  choice  and  pick  of  the  best 
instrumentalists  available  in  this   country. 

In  securing  the  services  of  Adolph  Rosen- 
becker  for  concert-master,  the  board  of  gov- 
ernors place  at  the  disposal  of  Mr.  Hadley 
a  man  that  has  established  his  reputation  not 
only  as  a  great  violinist  and  finished  mu- 
sician, but  as  a  conductor  whose  skill  has 
been  fully  demonstrated.  Mr.  Rosenbecker 
was  the  prize  pupil  of  Ferdinand  David,  the 
celebrated  violin  tutor  of  Leipzig,  and  was 
brought  to  New  York  by  Theodore  Thomas, 
and  for  ten  years  gave  his  valued  services  to 
that   estimable   conductor. 

Arthur  Hadley,  the  talented  brother  of 
Henry  Hadley,  has  been  secured  to  fill  the 
position  of  leader  of  the  'cellos.  Mr.  Hadley 
comes  direct  from  the  Boston  Symphony  Or- 
chestra, of  which  he  has  been  a  member  for 
the  past  nine  years. 

Ralph  Wetmore,  a  capable  violinist,  has 
been  secured  as  the  principal  of  the  second 
violins. 

B.  Emilio  Puyans,  a  flute  virtuoso  who 
gained  European  distinction  by  being  declared 
winner  of  the  first  prize  for  flute  in  the  Con- 
servatory of  Paris,  July  28,  1904,  and  who 
after  touring  Europe  and  being  proclaimed 
the  Pugno  of  the  flute,  came  to  America  and 
made  an  American  reputation  by  his  excel- 
lent work  as  the  first  flute  of  the  Pittsburg 
Symphony  Orchestra  (Emil  Pauer,  director) 
and  flute  accompanist  to  Tetrazzini  on  her 
most  recent  tour,  will  be  principal  flute  of 
the  San  Francisco  Orchestra. 

Other  artists  whose  engagements  are 
worthy  of  mention  are :  Joseph  Vito,  the 
Chicago  harpist,  second  in  importance  only 
to  Tramonti  of  the  Thomas  Orchestra ; 
Adolph  Bertram,  for  years  first  oboe  of  the 
Metropolitan  Opera  House ;  S.  Meerlo,  bas- 
soon;  Walter  Hornig,"  principal  French  horn 
of  the  Victor  Herbert  Orchestra ;  Sakar 
Borodkin,  the  celebrated  Russian  trumpeter, 
and   A.    Lombardi,    one    of    the    best    English 


horn  p'.ayers,  will  all  be  under  the  baton  of 
Henry   Hadley. 

The  programme  for  the  first  Symphony 
Concert,  Friday  afternoon,  October  25,  is 
one  calculated  to  bring  out  the  very  best 
efforts  of  the  conductor  and  orchestra.  It 
was  the  overture  "Leonore"  No.  3,  Bee- 
thoven, with  which  Nikisch,  the  great  Hun- 
garian conductor,  opened  his  first  programme 
on  the  occasion  of  his  recent  visit  to 
America.  "The  New  World,"  the  most  im- 
portant contribution  of  Antonin  Dvorak,  and 
which  gives  such  convincing  proof  of  his 
greatness,  will  be  the  symphony,  and  for  the 
first  time  in  San  Francisco,  the  "Spanish  Ca- 
price"  of  Rimsky-Korsakow  will  be  given. 

The  most  important  features  for  the  first 
popular  concert,  which  will  be  given  Sunday 
afternoon,  October  27,  with  Beatrice  Fine  as 
soloist  will  be:  "March  of  Homage,"  Grieg; 
overture,  "Flying  Dutchman,"  Wagner ;  "In 
Holland,"  suite,  Christian  Kriens,  which  will 
be  performed  for  the  first  time  in  San  Fran- 
cisco ;  "Artists'  Life,"  the  brilliant  Strauss 
waltz. 

An  event  of  great  musical  importance  will 
be  the  second  Symphony  Concert,  on  Friday 
afternoon,  November  1,  and  which  will  form 
part  of  a  contribution  to  a  grand  symphony 
concert  at  the  Greek  Theatre,  Berkeley,  Sat- 
urday afternoon,  November  3,  under  the  aus- 
pices of  the  University   of  California. 


The  United  States  Marine  Band  from  the 
White  House,  where  it  has  been  stationed  for 
about  a  century  as  the  official  band  of  the 
President,  will  play  in  this  city  October  20 
and  21.  On  Saturday  afternoon  and  night, 
October  19,  it  has  been  invited  to  play  in 
the  Greek  Theatre  of  the  University  at 
Berkeley. 

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October  5,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


223 


THE.  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Seventy-five  prominent  European  chemists 
arrived  in  San  Francisco  Tuesday  to  spend 
four  days  investigating  climatic  and  soil  con- 
ditions in  California.  They  came  from  New 
York  and  Washington,  D.  C,  where  they  at- 
tended an  international  congress  of  chemists. 
The  visitors  were  the  guests  of  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Commercial  Club  and  the  Chamber  of 
Commerce.  

Bringing  a  carload  of  the  best  apples  of 
the  Pajaro  Valley,  several  hundred  citizens 
of  Watsonville  arrived  Tuesday  on  a  special 
train  to  boost  for  the  California  app'e  show, 
which  opens  in  Watsonville  next  Monday  and 
will  continue  until  October  12.  Two  brass 
bands  of  thirty  pieces  each  accompanied  the 
party  and  played  popular  airs  while  the 
boosters  fell  into  line  for  their  procession 
through  the  streets  of  the  city. 


The  visitors  are  Herbert  Cuthbert,  alderman 
of  Victoria  and  chairman  of  the  citizens' 
committee ;  Randolph  Stuart,  honorary  sec- 
retary ;  Captain  C.  F.  de  Salis,  Baron  von 
Girsewald  and  W.  H.  Worswick. 


Fire  Commissioner  John  Donohoe,  who 
was  tried  before  Mayor  Rolph  on  charges  of 
misconduct  in  office,  was  found  guilty  as 
charged,  and  accordingly  dismissed.  In  his 
place  Major  Rolph  appointed  William  H. 
Hammer,  a  prominent  member  of  the  Cham- 
ber of  Commerce,  and  in  place  of  Police 
Commissioner  Isaac  H.  Spiro,  who  resigned 
under  charges,  the  mayor  appointed  Theo- 
dore J.  Roche,  an  attorney. 


A  Children's  Festival  will  be  given  at  the 
Valencia  Theatre  on  the  evening  of  October 
19  for  the  benefit  of  the  recently  organized 
California  League  for  the  Protection  of  Moth- 
erhood.   

John  F.  Merrill,  formerly  one  of  San  Fran- 
cisco's best-known  business  men,  died  Sun- 
day, September  29,  at  his  home  in  Menlo 
Park  of  heart  failure.  He  was  seventy-one 
years  old  and  was  vice-president  of  Hol- 
brook,  Merrill  &  Stetson.  Since  December 
Mr.  Merrill  had  been  suffering.  He  had 
withdrawn  from  many  of  his  active  business 
engagements.  He  was  born  in  Hallowell, 
Maine,  March  2,  1841.  He  came  to  Cali- 
fornia when  very  young.  A  few  years  ago 
he  was  elected  grand  commander  of  the 
state's  Masonry.  Mr.  Merrill  is  survived  by 
the  widow,  Mrs.  Mary  Sroufe  Merrill,  and 
the  following  children :  Ralph  D.  and 
Charles  H.  Merrill,  Mrs.  H.  S.  Gates,  and 
Mrs.  L.  C.  Hammond.  He  was  the  father  of 
the  late  John  S.  Merrill. 


James  R.  Kelly,  for  more  than  twenty- 
three  years  president  of  the  Hibemia  Bank 
of  San  Francisco,  died  at  his  home,  8  Stan- 
yan  Street,  Saturday,  September  28,  after  an 
illness  of  about  six  weeks.  He  was  eighty- 
five  years  old  September  9  last.  He  was  a 
native  of  Baltimore,  County  Cork,  Ireland, 
but  came  to  America  when  but  a  boy.  He 
was  descended  from  Lawrence  O'Kelly  on 
his  father's  side,  and  through  his  mother's 
family  was  a  second  cousin  of  the  Earl  of 
Roberts.  He  is  survived  by  a  son  and  a 
daughter,  Alfred  R.  Kelly,  who  married  Miss 
Fannie  Raleigh,  of  Portland,  Oregon,  and 
Mrs.  William  S.  Lyle  (Sarah  K.  Kelly), 
whose  husband  is  a  well-known  mining  en- 
gineer. Mr.  Kelly  had  been  president  of  the 
Hibernia  Bank  twenty-three  years  and  haa 
been  a  director  of  the  institution  twenty 
years.  He  was  for  fifty  years  prefect  of  the 
Gentleman's  Sodality  of  St.  Ignatius  Church. 
He  came  to  California  in  1855.  Besides  his 
banking  interests  he  was  president  of  the 
wholesale  paint,  oil,  and  glass  firm  of  Sulli- 
van, Kelly  &  Co.,  more  lately  James  R.  Kelly 
&  Co.  

Forty  of  the  most  prominent  real  estate 
operators  of  Los  Angeles  came  to  San  Fran- 
cisco last  Friday  for  a  friendly  visit.  On 
behalf  of  San  Francisco  the  hand  of  wel- 
come was  offered  by  President  A.  L.  Har- 
rigan  of  the  San  Francisco  Real  Estate 
Board  and  the  freedom  of  the  city  was  in- 
formally presented  to  the  visitors. 


John  R.  Freeman,  consulting  engineer  for 
the  city,  has  presented  his  bill  for  services  to 
San  Francisco  since  January  of  this  year. 
The  total  amount  claimed  is  $49,028.86.  Ac- 
companying the  bill  is  a  letter  stating  that 
the  amount  is  larger  than  Freeman  antici- 
pated, but  that  it  is  much  smaller  than  be 
could   have    charged   with    excellent   reason. 


The  board  of  education  has  set  aside  Fri- 
day, October  11,  as  Liberty  Bell  Day,  to  be 
observed  in  all  the  public  schools  of  the  city. 
There  will  be  entertainments  in  the  schools 
and  the  signatures  of  50,000  school  children 
will  be  placed  on  petitions  to  be  taken  to 
the  Panama-Pacific  International  Exposition 
headquarters.  These  petitions  will  ask  the 
city  council  of  Philadelphia  to  send  the 
Liberty  Bell  to  this  city  to  be  exhibited  at  the 
exposition  in   1915. 


The  Flying  Legion  banquet  in  honor  of  the 
five  visiting  officers  of  the  Victoria  citizens' 
committee,  which  entertained  one  hundred 
San  Franciscans  in  Canada  a  few  weeks  ago, 
was  held  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  Wednesday 
evening.  Officials  of  the  state  and  city  gov- 
ernments, directors  of  the  exposition,  and 
representatives  of  all  the  commercial  bodies 
were  in  attendance  by  invitation  of  the  Fly- 
ing   Legion    members,    who    were    the    hosts. 


Grand  Opera  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 
The  second  week  of  the  engagement  of  the 
Lambardi  Pacific  Coast  Grand  Opera  Com- 
pany at  the  Cort  Theatre  has  proved  quite' as 
successful  as  the  first  week  betokened  it 
would  be.  The  theatre  has  known  capacity 
audiences  for  practically  every  performance, 
and  the  work  of  the  artists  and  orchestra  has 
evoked  general  admiration  and  enthusiasm 
among  San  Francisco  music-lovers.  To 
Messrs.  Lambardi  and  Patrizi  all  credit  is 
due  for  their  enterprise  in  banding  together 
such  a  worthy  organization,  unquestionably 
the  finest  grand  opera  company  that  has  ever 
played  San  Francisco   at  popular  prices. 

During  the  past  week  the  work  of  Tar- 
quinia  Tarquini,  the  great  Covent  Garden 
diva,  has  created  what  may  be  truly  termed 
a  sensation.  San  Francisco  had  the  first  op- 
portunity, among  all  American  cities,  to  be- 
come acquainted  with  the  wonderful  Zandonai 
opera,  "Conchita."  It  was  in  this  opera  that 
Tarquini  made  her  reputation  abroad  and  es- 
tablished her  name  among  the  greatest  ope- 
ratic interpreters  of  the  day. 

The  orchestra,  under  the  direction  of  the 
magnetic  Gaetano  Bavagnoli,  continues  one 
of  the  features  of  the  Lambardi  season.  San 
Francisco  has  never  known  such  music  in  a 
theatre  orchestra  pit. 

The  second  week  of  the  Lambardi  engage- 
ment comes  to  a  close  with  the  performance 
tonight  of  "Madame  Butterfly."  The  reper- 
tory for  the  third  week,  which  begins  to- 
morrow, Sunday,  night,  is  exceedingly  at- 
tractive. "Rigoletto"  will  be  the  hill  tomor- 
row night  with  Pereira,  Giorgi,  and  Giardini. 
On  Monday  night  "Conchita"  will  be  repeated, 
with  the  peerless  Tarquini.  Tuesday  will  be 
given  over  to  "Madame  Buterfly"  with  Ma- 
tini  in  the  title-role.  At  the  Wednesday  mati- 
nee "La  Boheme"  will  be  given  with  Virginia 
Pierce,  the  popular  local  singer,  in  the  part 
of  Mimi.  This  promises  to  be  quite  a  social 
event. 

Wednesday  night  will  see  a  performance 
of  "Conchita,"  and  Thursday  will  mark  the 
initial  giving  of  the  double  bill,  "Cavalleria 
Rusticana"  and  "I  Pagliacci." 

Thursday  night  will  see  a  sensation  in 
the  first  Western  production  of  Strauss's 
"Salome,"  with  Tarquini  in  the  title-role  in 
which  she  has  won  distinction  abroad.  At 
the  Saturday  matinee  "Cavalleria  Rusticana" 
and  "I  Pagliacci"  are  to  be  repeated,  and  an- 
other production  of  "Salome"  on  Sunday 
night  will  bring  the  third  week's  repertory 
to  a  close.  The  fourth  week's  offerings  will 
be-  unusually  attractive. 


Opening  of  Greenbaum's  Musical  Season. 

With  a  great  combination  concert  by  Ric- 
cardo  Martin,  one  of  the  star  tenors  of  the 
Metropolitan  Opera  House  and  Covent  Gar- 
den, and  Rudolph  Ganz,  the  Swiss  piano  vir- 
tuoso, Manager  Will  L.  Greenbaum  will  open 
the  concert  season  on  Sunday  afternoon,  Oc- 
tober 13,  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium.  Miss 
Lima  O'Brien  will  be  the  accompanist  for  Mr. 
Martin. 

Very  few  cities  will  have  the  opportunity 
of  hearing  these  stars  in  joint  recitals,  as 
each  is  really  big  enough  to  draw  an  au- 
dience alone,  but  Greenbaum  wants  to  open 
his  season  in  a  blaze  of  glory. 

On  this  occasion  Mr.  Martin  will  sing  arias 
from  "La  Tosca"  and  "La  Boheme,"  and 
songs  by  Sinigaglia,  Dvorak,  Leoncavallo, 
Chadwick,  Georg  Henschel,  and  Rudolph 
Ganz. 

Mr.  Ganz's  contributions  will  include  Schu- 
mann's "Etudes  Symphoniques,"  a  group  of 
Chopin  gems,  and  numbers  by  Liszt  and  him- 
self, for  Ganz  is  equally  famous  as  player  and 
composer. 

The  second  and  positively  last  joint  con- 
cert will  be  given  Sunday  afternoon,  October 
21,  with  an  entire  change  of  programme,  Mr. 
Martin  being  scheduled  to  sing  numbers  from 
Wagner's  "Die  Walkiire"  and  Giordano's  "Fe- 
dora/* By  special  request  Mr.  Ganz  will  play 
Beethoven's  "Moonlight  Sonata." 

The  sale  of  seats  for  both  concerts  will 
open  next  Wednesday  morning  at  the  music 
store  box-offices,  and  mail  orders  should  be 
addressed  to  Will  L.  Greenbaum,  at  Sherman, 
Clay  &  Co. 

On  Tuesday  night,  October  15,  these  artists 
will  inaugurate  the  sixth  season  of  the  St. 
Francis  Musical  Art  Society's  concerts,  and 
Mr.  Martin  will  appear  in  a  recital  for  the 
Peninsula  Musical  Association  at  Stanford 
University  on  Thursday  night,  October  17. 


Opera  makers  nowadays  do  not  have  to 
search  in  vain  for  a  dramatist  to  collaborate 
with  them.  Debussy  finds  a  Maeterlinck  or 
a  D'Annunzio  and  Strauss  finds  a  Von  Hof- 
mansthal  ready  and  waiting  (says  Director 
Urban  of  the  Boston  Opera  Company).  Com- 
posers today  are  not  compelled  as  Mozart 
and  Weber  were  to  get  along  with  inferior 
librettists,  nor,  as  Wagner  was,  to  write  the 
books  of  their  operas  themselves. 


Genuine  Home-Made"  Candies — That's  the 
kind  you  get  in  every  box  of  "Home-Made 
Specials."  Large  assortment  in  each  box. 
Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


The  Story  of  IMPERIAL  Cocoa 

It  began  over  fifty  years  ago,  when  the  D. 
Ghirardelli  Company  began  manufacturing 
products  of  the  cocoa  bean  in  San  Francisco. 
For  a  long  time  they  knew  there  must  be  a 
way  of  making  a  better  cocoa  than  any  then 
on  the  market.  They  decided  to  make  it. 
For  years  they  worked  along  this  idea.  It 
took  lots  of  money,  patience  and  determina- 
tion.    Finally  they  succeeded. 

Ghirardelli's  Imperial  Cocoa  is  the  re- 
sult. It  came  to  meet  the  demand  for 
an  extremely  high  quality  article  at  a 
moderate  price.  It  is  made  by  a  special 
process,  and  possesses  strength,  aroma 
and  nutritive  qualities  such  as  no  other 
cocoa  ever  had. 

For  sale  by  all  best  grocers         See  that  yours  keeps  it 
Say   "Imperial" 


Clarence  Eddy  and  Wife  to  Give  a  Recital. 

Clarence  Eddy,  one  of  the  great  masters  ol 
the  organ,  with  an  international  reputation, 
is  to  be  in  San  Francisco  for  a  recital  on 
Monday  evening,  October  14.  He  is  accom- 
panied by  Mrs.  Eddy,  who  is  a  contralto  so- 
loist of  marked  ability,  and  who  assists  him 
in  the  programme.  The  recital  will  be  given 
under  the  auspices  of  the  First  Baptist 
Church  of  this  city,  in  the  spacious  new  au- 
ditorium on  Octavia  Street  at  Market.  The 
organ  is  a  large  three-manual,  of  remarkably 
fine  quality,  and  was  installed  last  spring, 
being  built  expressly  for  the  church  after  a 
careful  study  of  the  building  and  its  require- 
ments. 

Mr.  Eddy  is  widely  known  in  this  country 
in  connection  with  his  organ  work  at  Chau- 
tauqua and  other  great  summer  assemblies. 
He  is  the  organist  and  choirmaster  of  Tomp- 
kins Avenue  Congregational  Church,  Brook- 
lyn. Mrs.  Eddy  is  a  native  of  California,  and 
has  studied  under  such  teachers  as  Bandegger 
of  London,  Juliani  of  Paris,  and  Arthur  Mees 
of  New  York.  She  possesses  a  voice  of  re- 
markable quality  and  of  phenomenal  com- 
pass. The  programme  to  be  presented  at  this 
recital  will  include  the  organ  ararngement  of 
Finland's  great  epic,  Sibelius's  tone-poem, 
"Finlandia." 


Paris  also  is  soon  to  witness  Anatole 
France's  debut  as  a  librettist.  The  famous 
litterateur  was,  it  seems,  so  much  struck  by 
some  music  of  Henri  Busser  that  he  promptly 
set  to  work  to  adapt  his  "Noces  Corinthi- 
ennes"  (a  play  which  had  been  produced  at 
the  Odeon  ten  years  ago)  for  the  operatic 
stage,  and  asked  Busser  to  put  it  to  music. 
The  opera  is  to  be  in  three  acts  and  a  pro- 
logue, and  will  be  produced  under  the  direc- 
tion of  Albert  Carre.  The  composer  was  at 
one    time    conductor    at    the    National    Opera. 


COR0NA0O  BEACI^&AQFOENIA   \^^i 


The  climate  of  L'oronado  is  ideal  for 
outdoor  sports  and  recreation  at  ail 
times  of  the  year.  The  hotel  is  noted 
for  it=  um;iiualled  CuLsine.  Every  cour- 
tesy and  attention  accorded  guests. 
American  Plan ; 
$1.00  per  day  and  upwards. 

JOHN  J.  HERNAN,  Manager,  Corooado,  Cal. 

H.  F.  Norcross,  Agt.,  334  So.  Spring  St. 
Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Constance — Is  it  an  engagement?  Clare 
(with  a  new  ring) — No.  Just  a  skirmish. — 
Liverpool  Mercury. 

"I  dream  my  stories,"  said  Hicks,  the  au- 
thor. "How  you  must  dread  going  to  bed  I" 
exclaimed   Cynicus. — Tit-Bits. 

She — My  little  brother  will  not  bother  us 
tonight.  He — That's  good.  When  does  the 
funeral  take  place? — Chicago  Daily  News. 

Mrs.  Hatterson — What !  you've  had  four- 
teen cooks  in  three  months !  Mrs.  Catterson 
— Yes :  and  I  didn't  please  any  of  them. — 
Life. 

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as  our  national  plant?"  "Well,  it  is  dollars 
to  dimes  it  will  be  the  mint." — Baltimore 
American. 

"Why  doesn't  your  wife  sing  to  the  baby 
when  it  cries?"  "We've  found  out  that  the 
neighbors  would  rather  listen  to  the  baby." — 
Mother's  Journal. 

She — If  fashion  makes  our  dresses  any 
skimpier,  I  really  don't  know  what  we  women 
will  do.  He — I  do  ;  you'll  wear  the  dresses. 
— Boston   Transcript. 

Railroad  Attorney — You  are  sure  it  was  our 
Flier  that  killed  your  mule?  What  makes 
you  so  positive?  Rastus — He  dun  licked  ebry 
other  train  on  de  road. — Puck. 

"\\  hy  does  your  servant  go  about  the  house 
with  her  hat  on?"  "Oh,  she's  a  new  girl! 
She  only  came  this  morning,  and  hasn't  made 
up  her  mind  whether  she'll  stay  yet." — Stray 
Stories. 

"A  great  many  people  owe  their  lives  to 
that  doctor,"  said  Kicklington.  "Is  he  a 
clever  physician  ?"  "It  isn't  that  I  referred 
to.  He  is  never  in  when  you  want  him." — 
Medicai  Science. 

Mistress — Really,  cook,  what  have  you  been 
doing?  Seven  o'clock — and  the  rabbit  not 
put  on  yet !  Cook — Can't  'elp  it,  ma'am ;  I 
never  knew  anything  take  so  long  to  pluck  in 
my  life. — Sketch. 

"\  ou  can't  tell  me  there  is  no  honesty  in 
the  world."  "How  now  ?"  "I  left  a  box  of 
cigars  somewhere  the  other  day.  Somebody 
found  it,  smoked  one,  and  returned  the  rest." 
— Kansas  City  Journal. 

"She  dances  with  abandon,"  remarked  the 
advance  agent  for  the  Salome  act.  "Then  no 
permit  in  this  town,"  retorted  the  chief  of 
police.  "We  require  more  covering  than 
that." — Louisville    Courier-Journal. 

"Did  you  lose  much  in  that  bank  failure, 
Jim?"  asked  Hawkins.  "I  should  say  I  did," 
said  Slabsides.  "I  had  an  overdraft  of  $163 
in  that  bank,  and  gee !  how  I  had  to  hustle 
to  make  good!" — Harper's   Weekly. 

Jennie — He  must  have  a  soft  spot  in  his 
heart  for  me.  Wennie — Why  so?  Jennie — 
He  says  he  is  always  thinking  of  me.  Wen- 
nie— But,  you  know,  a  man  doesn't  think  with 
his  heart.  The  soft  place  must  be  in  his  head. 
— London    Telegraph. 

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ioned regulations  are  in  force,  the  night- 
watchman  has  a  dog  that  chases  the  young 
children  off  the  streets  at  eight  o'clock.  This 
must  be  the  dog  that  put  the  "cur"  in  curfew. 
— Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"Wot  does  it  mean?"  asked  Penniless  Per- 
cival,  "where  de  song  says,  'Drink  to  me 
only  wit*  your  eyes'  ?"  "It  means,"  an- 
nounced Wise  Wilfred,  "dat  de  loidy  kin  read 
de  wine  list,  but  dat's  as  far  as  it  goes." — 
Baltimore  American. 

"Did  youse  git  anything?"  whispered  the 
burglar  on  guard  as  his  pal  emerged  from  the 
window.  "Naw,  de  bloke  wot  lives  here  is  a 
lawyer."  replied  the  other  in  disgusL  "Dat's 
hard  luck,"  said  the  first ;  "did  youse  lose 
anyt'ing?" — Ohio  State  Journal. 

"Are  they  fond  of  their  New  York  home?" 
"Oh,  awfully  fond.  They  spend  their  winters 
in  Florida,  their  springs  in  Lakewood,  their 
summers  at  Newport,  and  their  autumns  at 
Lenox,  but  they  are  simply  devoted  to  their 
New    York   home!" — Chicago   Mail. 

"Have  you  any  object  in  piling  up  wealth: 
Perhaps  you  have  an  ambition  to  gratify.  Is 
there  anything  you  want  to  do?"  "There  is. 
When  I  am  fixed  financially  I  propose  to  see 
if  there  is  really  any  money  in  the  chicken 
business." — Louisville    Courier-Journal. 

Wife — "Be  sure  to  advertise  for  Fido  in 
the  morning  newspapers."  Next  day  the  wife 
read  as  follows  in  the  newspapers:  "Lost,  a 
mangy  lapdog.  with  one  eye  and  no  tail.  Too 
fat  to  walk.  Answers  to  the  name  of  Fido. 
I  f  returned  stuffed  two  pounds  reward." — 
Tit-Bits. 

"Cncle,"  said  little  Johnnie,  "tell  me  how 
you  charged  with  your  war-horse  up  the  San 
Juan  hill  at  the  head  of  your  troops."  "Well." 
said  the  battle-scarred  veteran,  *"I  mounted 
the  fiery  animal,  drew  my  sword  from  its 
scabbard,  rose  in  my  stirrups,  cried  'For- 
ward !'  and  sunk  the  spurs  deep  in  the  quiver- 
ing flanks  of  my  gallant  steed."  "Yes,"  ex- 
claimed the  boy,  breathless;  "go  on,  uncle. 
Tell    me    the    rest    of    it."      "There    isn't    any 


more  to  tell,  Johnnie,"  said  his  uncle,  with 
a  pensive  sigh,  "the  horse  balked." — Chicago 
Tribune. 

Jill — You  foolish  boy,  to  say  you  love  me. 
Y\  hy.  you've  only  known  me  for  two  days ! 
Jack — Perhaps  that's  why! — The  Club-Fellow. 

Brown — So  you  spent  Sunday  with  the 
Sububs,  eh  ?  How  far  is  their  home  from 
the  station  ?  Towne — About  two  miles  as  the 
dust  flies. — Judge. 

"You  didn't  waste  your  time  building 
castles  in  the  air?"  "No,"  replied  Mr.  Dustin 
Stax.  "I  constructed  corporations  out  of 
water." — Washington  Star. 

Autoist — I  haven't  paid  a  cent  for  repairs 
on  my  machine  in  all  the  ten  months  I've 
had  it.  Friend — So  the  man  who  did  the  re- 
pairs  told   me. — Boston    Transcript. 

Husband — And  once  for  all.  don't  talk  to 
me  about  your  first  husband.  Wife — All 
right  dear ;  well  discuss  what  sort  of  a  man 
your  successor  is  likely  to  be. — Fliegende 
Blatter. 

Tailor — You  have  inherited  a  lot  of  money ; 
why  don't  you  settle  my  bill?  Owens — My 
dear  man,  I  wouldn't  have  it  said  for  any- 
thing that  my  newly  acquired  wealth  caused 
any  departure  from  my  simple  habits. — Bos- 
ton Transcript. 

"John,"  said  the  minister  of  a  Scotch 
parish,  "I  fear  you  are  growing  remiss  in 
your  religious  duties.  I  have  not  seen  you 
in  the  kirk  these  three  Sundays."  "No,"  an- 
swered John,  "it's  no  that  I'm  growin'  re- 
miss :  I'm  just  tinkerin'  away  wi'  my  soul 
masel." — Metlwdist  Recorder. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  A  Contrast — California  Republicans  Disfran- 
chised— An  Act  of  Tremendous  Folly — The  Storm  in 
the  Balkans — The  Petition  Scandal — The  Monroe  Doc- 
trine— Mr.  Roosevelt's  "Funds" — Mrs.  Atberton's 
Cigarette — Editorial    Notes     225-227 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN".     By   Sidney  G.    P.   Coryn 228 

POLITICAL  COMMENT   228 

NEW  YORK'S  NEXT  GOVERNOR:  "Flaneur"  Describes 
the  Three  Richmonds  in  the  Field,  Each  with  Claims 
of   a    Notable    Kind 229 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

oyer    the    World 229 

PART  OF  THE  PRICE:     How  Chance  Decided  Who  Should 

Endow   a   Charity.     By  Harry    Coweil 230 

THE    WARES    OF    AUTOLYCUS:     A    London    Experiment 

with  "The  Winter's  Tale."     By  Henry   C.    Shelley 231 

THE  MEMOIRS  OF  A  PALMIST:  "Cheiro"  Tells  of  His 
Interviews  with  Distinguished  Persons  in  England  and 
America  232 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. .  .233-234 

BARRYMORE-BARRIE-ORPHEUM.      By   George    L.    Shoals        235 

FOYER    AND    BOX-OFFICE    CHAT 235 

VANITY  FAIR:  Chivalry  and  the  Drug  Clerk— Love  at 
First  Sight — No  Guard  Against  It — The  Dress  Problem 
in  the  Chinese  Congress — Some  Unpleasant  Results  of 
Being  the  Husband  of  an  English  Suffragette — A 
Queenly  Rebuke — Not  a  Peculiar  but  a  Prevalent 
Malady— Its    Cure    236 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             237 

THE   MERRY    MUSE 237 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             238 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    239 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Behind  the  Closed  Eye,"  by  F.  E. 
Ledgwidge;  "The  Country*  to  the  Town,"  by  S.  Ger- 
trude Ford;  "The  Little  Road  o'  Kerry,"  by  Gordon 
Johnstone    239 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 240 


A  Contrast. 

That  certain  newspapers  should  express  surprise  at 
the  tone  adopted  by  Governor  Wilson  in  his  references 
to  Mr.  Taft  is  an  illustration  of  the  extent  to  which 
evil  communications  may  corrupt  good  manners.  We 
have  grown  so  used  to  the  argot  of  the  corner  gang 
and  the  prize-ring  in  the  presidential  contest  that  a 
sudden  incursion  into  the  language  of  gentlemen  seems 
to  lift  us  into  an  unfamiliar  atmosphere.  Speaking  at 
Minneapolis,  by  no  means  one  of  Mr.  Taft's  strong- 
holds. Governor  Wilson,  after  a  severe  criticism  of 
Republican  policies,  added  a  personal  word  regarding 
the  President  himself.     He  said : 

I  want  to  pay  my  tribute  of  respect  to  the  President  of  the 
L'nited  States.  I  do  not  believe  that  any  man  in  the  United 
States  who  knows  his  facts  can  question  the  patriotism  or 
the  integrity  or  the  public  purpose  of  the  man  who  now  pre- 
sides at  the  executive  office  in  Washington. 

Now  that  may  be  good  electioneering,  but  it  was  also 
good  manners,  and  good  manners  ought  not  to  be  so 
rare   as   to   excite   comment.     Unfortunately   they   are. 


On  the  same  day  that  witnessed  the  publication  of 
Governor  Wilson's  speech  we  have  the  report  of  an- 
other speech  by  Mr.  Roosevelt  at  Springfield,  Missouri. 
Aroused  to  fury  by  the  sight  of  a  banner  bearing  Mr. 
Taft's  name,  Mr.  Roosevelt  shouted: 

Any  man  who  supports  the  receiver  of  stolen  goods  stands 
on  a  level  with  the  receiver  of  the  stolen  goods.  He  is  a  dis- 
honest man,  and  is  unfit  to  associate  with  honest  men. 

Now  that  also  may  be  good  electioneering,  although 
it  may  be  doubted.  But  that  it  was  execrably  bad  man- 
ners there  can  be  no  doubt  whatever.  Unfortunately 
it  is  the  kind  of  vulgar  and  vituperative  oratory  to 
which  we  are  becoming  habituated  and  which  is  lower- 
ing us  in  the  scale  of  civilized  politics. 


California  Republicans  Disfranchised. 

Disfranchisement  of  the  Republicans  of  California  in 
the  coining  election  is  now  an  accomplished  fact. 
Through  official  control  of  the  Republican  organization 
and  by  the  process  of  open  betrayal  of  a  trust,  the  Pro- 
gressive party  bosses  will  present  a  set  of  Roosevelt 
electors  under  the  Republican  name.  The  Supreme 
Court,  even  while  declaring  the  Act  by  which  this 
crime  is  made  possible  "a  bad  law,"  could  do  nothing 
but  sustain  it.  Bad  law  as  it  is,  it  is  still  the  law  and 
must  be  obeyed,  even  though  it  gives  to  gross  dis- 
honesty a  gross  opportunity. 

The  particular  law  in  the  case  is  one  given  to 
California  by  the  reform  movement  of  which  Gov- 
ernor Johnson  is  the  head  and  front.  It  professes 
to  be  a  law  devised  in  support  of  the  principle 
of  "rule  of  the  people."  When  this  law  was  under 
discussion  prior  to  its  adoption  less  than  two  years 
ago  the  Argonaut  pointed  out  that  while  it  was 
assumed  to  be  founded  in  a  passion  for  popular  rule, 
it  was  as  a  matter  of  fact  calculated  in  the  interest 
of  partisan  and  factional  authority.  There  were  those 
who  sneered  at  this  suggestion;  and  in  spite  of  it  the 
Act  was  written  in  the  statute  book.  We  now  invite 
those  who  in  furious  enthusiasm  for  "rule  of  the 
people"  would  listen  to  no  objections  against  the  means 
proposed  for  carrying  it  into  effect,  to  observe  the 
result.  There  will  be  few,  we  imagine,  with  the  hardi- 
hood to  regard  this  as  an  edifying  spectacle. 

Yet  iniquitous  as  the  law  is,  it  would  not  auto- 
matically have  worked  out  the  consequence  of  disfran- 
chisement of  a  large  body  of  citizens.  It  is  because 
the  Progressive  bosses — Lissner,  Rowell,  ct  al. — in 
cooperation  with  the  Progressive  state  administration 
have  shamelessly  taken  advantage  of  a  shameful  op- 
portunity that  we  see  what  we  see  today.  If  there  had 
been  honesty  with  the  spirit  of  fair  dealing  on  the  part 
of  these  Progressive  leaders,  we  should  have  had  quite 
another  situation.  Their  greed  for  success,  their  un- 
willingness to  wait  upon  ordinary,  legitimate,  and  de- 
cent means,  has  led  them  into  a  course  which  can  find 
no  shred  of  moral  justification  wherewith  to  clothe 
itself. 

Bloody  wars  have  been  fought,  political  revolutions 
have  been  achieved,  for  less  flagrant  causes  than  the  out- 
rage now  put  upon  a  large  number  of  our  people.  Yet 
in  the  circumstances  it  is  far  better  to  suffer  injustice 
than  to  attempt  by  irregular  means  to  nullify  its  de- 
cree. Hard  as  it  is  to  endure  without  open  resistance 
an  aggression  so  monstrous,  to  endure  it  is  still  the 
better  part.  But,  unless  the  spirit  and  virtue  of  Amer- 
ican manhood  is  lost,  time  and  reflection  will  surely 
accomplish  their  proper  and  perfect  work.  Time  and 
reflection  will  surely  emphasize  the  iniquity  of  this 
transaction,  put  the  stamp  of  dishonor  upon  it,  and 
stigmatize  as  they  deserve  the  unworthy  men  respon- 
sible for  it.  Perhaps  the  incident  may  not  be  without 
moral  value  in  that  it  will  surely  expose  the  hypocrisy 
of  an  element  which  parades  itself  in  stolen  garments 
and  under  a  false  name  and  which  halts  at  no  atrocity 
when  its  interests  and  ambitions  are  at  issue. 

To  say  what  the  practical  results  of  this  outrage 
will  be  is  at  this  writing  impossible.     Any  estimate  of 


effects  would  be  mere  guesswork.  But  we  suspect  that 
it  will  make  powerfully  for  the  advantage  of  the  Demo- 
cratic nominees.  A  few  Republicans  devoted  unswerv- 
ingly to  the  principles  of  their  party  may  be  at  the 
pains  of  writing  in  the  names  of  the  Taft  electors 
upon  the  printed  official  ballot.  But  hundreds  and 
thousands,  finding  themselves  barred  by  an  unworthy 
trick  from  voting  their  party  ticket,  will  as  a  choice 
between  evils,  and  in  protest  against  disfranchisement, 
vote  for  Wilson  and  Marshall.  Probably  there  will  be 
some  careless  voters  to  be  fooled  to  the  extent  of  ac- 
cepting the  name  "Republican"  over  the  Progressive 
nominee,  but  the  number  of  such  unintelligent  voters 
will  not  be  many.  The  probability,  we  think,  is  that 
in  the  general  reaction  of  outraged  and  resentful  senti- 
ment the  vote  of  California  in  the  Electoral  College 
will  be  given  to  the  Democratic  nominees. 


An  Act  of  "  Tremendous  Folly." 

The  plea  of  the  Progressive  bosses  who  have  engi- 
neered the  disfranchisement  of  the  Republicans  of  Cali- 
fornia is  that  they  had  to  choose  between  (1)  sacrificing 
themselves  and  (2)  those  whom  they  now  regard  as 
their  political  enemies.  It  is  a  false  plea,  because  there 
was  an  easy  way — that  of  petition — by  which  they  might 
have  gotten  Progressive  electors  under  the  Progressive 
name  upon  the  official  ballot.  Their  real  motive  was 
that  of  taking  over  and  making  an  asset  of  the  Progres- 
sive movement  the  name  and  machinery  of  the  Repub- 
lican party.  That  this  could  only  be  done  by  open 
fraud  and  through  betrayal  of  a  trust  appears  not  to 
have  feazed  them  at  all.  Their  hardihood  was  deaf  and 
blind  alike  to  the  sensibilities  of  common  honesty  and 
the  suggestions  of  political  prudence. 

The  Sacramento  Union,  a  newspaper  which  supports 
Governor  Wilson  and  which  therefore  stands  in  an 
attitude  of  neutrality  between  Republicans  and  Roose- 
veltians,  sees  the  matter  in  a  clear  light.  The  course 
of  the  Progressives,  it  declares,  is  "in  absolute  disre- 
gard of  fair  play  *  *  *  ranker  than  anything  that 
was  perpetrated  here  in  the  rank  old  days  when  the 
Southern  Pacific  had  its  brand  on  all  of  us."  Regard- 
ing what  has  been  done  as  a  matter  of  tactics,  the 
Union  sees  in  it  a  "tremendous  error"  and  an  act  of 
"mad  folly" :  for  it  believes  that  the  Progressive  bosses 
have  not  only  put  themselves  morally  in  the  wrong,  but 
have  assured  the  defeat  of  their  candidate  in  the  com- 
ing election. 

The  Union  points  out  the  fact  that  there  remains  to 
the  Progressive  bosses  "an  opportunity  to  retrieve  in 
some  degree"  their  "tremendous  mistake."  This  "one 
chance"  to  redeem  themselves  lies  "in  granting  the  peti- 
tion of  Taft  Republicans  that  a  special  session  of  the 
legislature  be  called  to  amend  the  primary  law  so  that 
no  great  class  of  voters  shall  be  disfranchised."  But 
the  Union  has  no  faith  that  the  Progressive  bosses  will 
do  this  thing.  It  declares  that  men  whose  folly  and  dis- 
honesty "caused  them  to  disfranchise  an  army  of  op- 
ponents are  not  likely  now  to  display  sagacity  enough 
to  rectify  their  error.  *  *  *  They  have  driven  a 
multitude  of  Taft  votes  to  Wilson  and  they  who  would 
do  such  a  thing  will  not  now  exercise  judgment  to  do 
what  they  may  to  return  them  to  the  Republican  fold." 

In  conclusion  the  Union  can  not  help  exhibiting  its 
satisfaction  over  the  fact  that  multitudes  of  Taft  men 
must  in  resentment  and  disgust  turn  to  Wilson.  "We 
are,"  it  says,  "more  than  glad  to  welcome  disgusted 
Republicans  to  the  Wilson  ranks.  In  short,  we  are 
pleased  to  see  them  remain  disgusted,  although  we  hold 
it  of  greater  moment  that  fair  play  shall  prevail  in 
politics.  We  do  not  wish  to  see  any  class  of  voters 
disfranchised,  but  inasmuch  as  they  have  been  we  are 
dee-lighted  to  greet  them  in  that  host  whose  success 
means  most  for  American  welfare,  the  host  captained 
by  Governor — soon   President — Wilson." 

\\  e  are  in  agreement  with  the  Union  that  a  coterie 
of  partisan  bosses  so  insensible  to  the  mo 
mon   honesty  and   the   plain    suggestion: 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  12,  1912. 


sense,  so  exhilarated  by  ambition,  greed,  vanity,  and 
the  spirit  of  intolerance,  will  lack  the  political  judgment 
to  do  what  is  above  suggested.  Men  upon  whom  moral 
considerations  are  utterly  lost  seldom  have  the  wisdom 
to  do  what  is  right  under  motives  of  discretion  either 
in  politics  or  anything  else. 


The  Storm  in  the  Balkans. 

A  glance  at  the  map  is  helpful  to  an  understanding 
of  the  fire  in  the  Balkans.  We  see  at  once  that 
the  European  part  of  Turkey  is  surrounded  by  her 
enemies  and  the  seas.  Greece  lies  directly  at  her 
south.  Due  west  is  the  Adriatic  Sea,  and  due  east 
are  the  Black  and  -Egean  Seas.  On  the  northern 
frontier  of  Turkey  and  stretching  in  an  unbroken 
line  from  the  Adriatic  to  the  Black  Seas  are 
Montenegro,  Servia,  and  Bulgaria.  The  forces  of 
these  four  independent  powers  of  Greece,  Bulgaria. 
Servia,  and  Montenegro  occupy  practically  every  inch 
of  Turkey's  land  frontiers,  although  it  is  to  be  remem- 
bered that  at  the  two  points  of  the  Bosphorus  and  the 
Dardanelles  she  has  narrow  water  access  to  her  Asiatic 
territories.  The  population  of  Turkey  in  Europe  is 
about  6.000,000,  and  of  Turkey  in  Asia  about  18,000,000. 
She  can  eventually  put  nearly  1,000,000  trained  soldiers 
into  the  field  against  the  united  armies  of  her  enemies 
amounting  to  600,000  men. 

Responsibility  for  the  present  united  attack  rests 
jointly  upon  Turkey  herself  and  upon  the  concert  of 
European  powers.  Going  back  to  the  Treaty  of  Berlin 
in  1S78  we  find  that  Montenegro,  Servia,  and  Bulgaria 
had  thrown  off  the  intolerable  Turkish  yoke  and  that 
the  European  powers  assented  to  their  independence. 
But  the  European  powers  did  more  than  this.  They 
made  a  concession  to  the  Christian  sentiment  of  the 
liberated  principalities  by  a  guaranty-  that  Turkey  would 
institute  a  system  of  reformed  government  for  the 
Christian  peoples  still  under  her  dominion  and  that  she 
would  cease  her  persecution  of  Greeks,  Macedonians, 
and  Slavs  remaining  beneath  her  sway.  And  here  we 
have  the  crux  of  the  whole  problem,  for  it  must  be 
remembered  that  these  frontiers  are  geographical  and 
not  racial.  For  example,  the  Macedonians,  who  are 
still  under  Turkish  rule,  are  practically  Christian 
Greeks.  Only  about  2,000,000  of  Turkey's  European 
population  of  6,000,000  are  true  Turks,  the  other  4,000,- 
000  being  made  up  of  Greeks,  Servians,  Montenegrans, 
Bulgarians  and  Roumanians  who  are  all  Christians,  but 
who  are  separated  by  geographical  boundaries  from  the 
liberated  nations  to  which  on  the  score  of  racial  and 
religious  affinities  they  actually  belong.  It  is  therefore 
obvious  that  when  Turkey  ill-treats  her  Christian 
peoples  she  must  arouse  the  bitter  resentments  of  the 
freed  nationalities  to  which  those  peoples  are  sympa- 
thetically attached. 

It  need  hardly  be  said  that  Turkey  did  not  institute 
any  of  the  internal  reforms  urged  upon  her  by  the  Ber- 
lin Conference.  Xor  need  it  be  said  that  the  European 
powers  did  not  insist  upon  those  reforms.  The  condi- 
tion of  Turkey's  Christian  subjects  has  gone  steadily 
from  bad  to  worse,  and  this  in  spite  of  the  constitu- 
tional government  in  Turkey,  following  the  revolution 
and  the  high-sounding  assurances  of  better  things. 
Over  and  over  again  there  have  been  sporadic  Chris- 
tian revolts  in  Turkey,  suppressed  with  blood  and  fire, 
while  the  freed  nations  to  the  north  have  gnashed  their 
teeth  in  rage  at  the  abominations  inflicted  upon  their 
compatriots.  Over  and  over  again  Europe  has  post- 
poned the  storm  by  assurances  that  at  last  she  would 
compel  the  internal  reforms  promised  by  the  Berlin 
treaty.  Europe,  of  course,  was  afraid,  not  of  Turkey, 
but  of  herself.  The  shock  of  a  stern  interference  might 
so  easily  bring  the  Turkish  empire  to  the  ground  in 
ruins,  and  the  disposal  of  the  fragments  would  strain 
her  self-denial  to  the  breaking  point.  Moreover,  the 
i  lerman  emperor  had  gone  out  of  his  way  to  fraternize 
with  Turkey's  unspeakable  Sultan  and  to  range  himself 
on  the  side  of  Mohammedan  government.  Anything 
was  better  than  strenuous  measures  against  Turkey  so 
long  as  the  Balkans  could  be  pacified  by  promises  that 
were  not  kept  nor  intended  to  be  kept.  Xow  at  last  the 
Balkans  are  tired  of  promises. 

It  is  no  more  than  the  inevitable  that  has  now  hap- 
pened. Greece  tried  conclusions  with  Turkey  in  1897 
and  was  soundly  and  quickly  whipped.  So  long  as  Tur- 
key was  u  lembarrassed  elsewhere  she  was  invincible. 
Abdul  Hamid's  army  could  defy  his  surrounding  ene- 
mies, anr  his  diplomacy  could  outwit  Europe.  But 
ith  Italy  has  brought  a  change.  It  has  given 
race  to  Turkey's  Christian  enemies  within 
•itiers   as   well    as   without.     She   has   lost    her 


prestige,  and  has  been  unable  to  expel  a  Christian  in- 
vader from  Tripoli.  Obviously  it  was  an  opportunity 
that  might  not  occur  again,  an  opportunity  that  must 
be  snatched  before  the  enemy  could  recover  his  ground. 
But  it  may  be  a  mistake  to  suppose  that  Turkey  her- 
self is  opposed  to  a  war  wherein  she  can  use  to  advan- 
tage her  splendid  army,  which  she  could  not  do  in 
Tripoli.  It  is  to  be  remembered  that  the  Sultan  is  the 
head  of  the  Mohammedan  world,  the  religious  leader 
of  180.000,000  of  people  already  seething  with  discon- 
tent, fierce,  warlike,  and  intelligent.  Turkey  is  there- 
fore infinitely  more  than  a  corner  in  eastern  Europe, 
and  it  is  because  of  the  tremendous  religious  issues  in 
India  and  elsewhere  that  Great  Britain,  for  one,  has 
approached  her  with  gloved  hands.  Turkey  must  re- 
cover her  prestige  in  the  eyes  of  the  Mohammedan 
world,  which  is  already  in  a  state  of  frenzy  at  Chris- 
tian aggression  and  not  unmindful  of  the  day  when 
Mohammedanism  was  the  greatest  and  most  civilized 
power  in  Europe.  England  and  France  are  certainly 
deeply  apprehensive  of  a  general  Mohammedan  rising, 
which  enormously  complicates  a  problem  already  com- 
plicated enough.  The  storm  in  the  Balkans  may  blow 
over  as  other  storms  have  blown  over,  but  it  will  be 
no  more  than  a  postponement  of  a  day  of  reckoning 
that  must  surely  come  after  so  many  evasions,  broken 
promises,  and  forgotten  pledges. 


The  Petition  Scandal. 

The  Argonaut  is  not  accustomed  to  consult  Mr.  Wil- 
liam Jennings  Bryan  for  hints  on  political  deportment 
nor  for  legislative  platforms.  But  even  Mr.  Bryan 
may  sometimes  wander  unawares  into  the  realm  of 
statesmanship  or  into  that  of  the  saving  common  sense 
that  is  its  best  ally.  Certainly  he  did  so  wmen  address- 
ing himself  recently  to  the  question  of  the  popular  peti- 
tion under  which  we  seem  destined  to  be  governed  until 
such  time  as  political  sanity  shall  reassert  itself.  Mr. 
Bryan's  suggestion  is  to  the  effect  that  no  one  shall  be 
allowed  to  solicit  signatures  for  any  petition  that  has 
a  legislative  intent.  Let  the  petition  be  exposed  in 
some  suitable  public  place.  Let  it  be  known  that  it  is 
so  exposed,  and  that  it  may  be  signed  by  any  one  suf- 
ficiently interested  to  go  there,  and  by  no  one  else.  In 
this  way  we  should  have  a  guaranty  of  at  least  some 
sort  of  political  purpose  and  design  on  the  part  of  the 
petitioners. 

It  is  certain  that  legislation  by  petition  is  becoming 
a  public  scandal  and  one  that  must  be  abated.  A  re- 
port from  Lincoln,  Nebraska,  says  that  10  per  cent  of 
the  names  on  the  Bull-Moose  petition  were  those  of 
inmates  of  the  state  prison  and  the  idiot  asylum. 
Probably  another  10  per  cent  of  the  names  were  of 
persons  who  are  not  yet,  but  who  will  be,  guests  of  the 
same  beneficent  institutions,  and  preferably  of  the  idiot 
asylum.  The  fact  that  they  signed  the  petition  is  prima 
facie  evidence  of  a  mental  incompetence  to  sign  any- 
thing. But  that  an  ugly  farce  of  this  kind  should 
actually  be  valid  in  the  promotion  of  serious  political 
activities  is  unbearable  except  to  the  average  reformer, 
who  is  always  ready  to  out-Herod  Herod  in  crudities, 
barbarities,  and  iniquities. 

It  is  hardly  an  exaggeration  to  say  that  eight  out 
of  every  ten  citizens  will  sign  any  petition  that  is  put 
before  them  by  some  plausible  canvasser  who  is  paid  a 
fixed  amount  for  every  signature  obtained.  Not  that 
it  matters  much  whether  the  citizen  signs  or  not,  seeing 
that  the  enterprising  canvasser  will  sign  it  for  him  as 
soon  as  he  gets  around  the  corner.  Even  our  intelli- 
gent fellow-citizen,  Brother  James  H.  Barry,  admits  in 
his  own  scintillating  newspaper  that  he  signed  a  petition 
supposing  its  purport  to  be  diametrically  opposite  to 
what  that  purport  actually  was — in  other  words,  with- 
out reading  it.  A  petition  recently  circulated  in  rela- 
tion to  some  matter  of  telephone  supervision  contained 
fourteen  thousand  names,  but  it  was  found  that  less 
than  three  hundred  of  the  signatories  had  telephones 
in  their  houses.  Instances  of  this  kind  might  be  mul- 
tiplied almost  indefinitely  as  illustrating  the  new- 
methods  of  government  that  are  described  as  demo- 
cratic but  that  are  merely  idiotic,  and  viciously  idiotic 
into  the  bargain. 

The  Christian   soldier  ph  ill  of  course  resist 

any  attempt  to  moderate  the  .ions  of  the  peti- 

tion.    And   from   the   CI  .    er   point   of   view 

they   will   be   right.     Tl  support   of  those 

who,  intellectually  and  >ng  to  the  lame,  the 

halt,  and  the  blind  is  oi  .rable  volume,  while 

inmates  of  prisons  an  .us  are  obviously  pre- 

vented by  circumstai  tch  they  have  no  con- 

trol  from  going  to  I   although   the   petition 


can  so  easily  be  brought  to  them.  But  the  exigencies 
of  political  morality  will  sometimes  make  themselves 
felt  even  amid  the  stress  of  an  Armageddon,  or  the 
delirium  of  the  dance  of  the  wild  Dervishes. 


The  Monroe  Doctrine. 

Even-  recurrent  situation  like  that  now  holding  the 
field  in  Nicaragua,  and  like  that  other  which  threatens 
our  peace  with  Mexico,  brings  us  nearer  to  the  day 
when  assertion  of  the  Monroe  Doctrine — if  we  shall 
continue  to  assert  it — must  involve  us  in  interna- 
tional complications.  Under  whatever  interpretation 
may  be  given  it,  the  Monroe  Doctrine  is  in  the 
nature  of  a  blockade,  and  a  blockade  under  all  the 
rules  of  law  and  practice  is  effective  only. as  it  assumes 
the  character  of  absolute  force.  Paper  blockades  are 
now  as  obsolete  as  "orders  in  council"  and  the  many 
other  devices  of  international  bully-ragging  which  have 
had  the  stuff  knocked  out  of  them  alike  by  the  common 
sense  and  the  contempt  of  the  w-orld. 

The  essential  hazards  of  the  Monroe  Doctrine,  let  it 
be  interpreted  as  it  may,  cut  two  ways.  First  it  makes 
the  United  States,  nominally  at  least,  a  meddler  in 
affairs  which  do  not  concern  it,  therefore  a  standing 
object  of  suspicion  and  resentment  on  the  part  of 
Central  and  South  American  countries.  Second,  it 
makes  us  responsible  before  the  world  for  the  social 
order  and  financial  integrity  of  countries  with  which 
we  have  nothing  to  do,  therefore  liable  at  any  time 
to  be  called  to  fight  battles  not  our  own  with  "enemies" 
against  whom  we  have  no  grievance,  in  relation  to 
causes  wholly  foreign  to  us.  It  puts  us,  too,  in  the 
attitude  of  a  potential — or  impotential — bully,  subject 
to  resentments  universally  held  with  respect  to  the  un- 
provoked mixer  in  other  people's  affairs.  Not  least 
among  the  follies  implied  in  our  cherishing  the  Monroe 
Doctrine  is  the  fact  of  the  futility  of  our  pretensions. 
If  Brazil  or  Peru  fails  to  pay  its  debts,  or  commits 
an  act  of  aggression,  justifying  reprisals  on  the  part 
of  any  European  country,  the  matter  is  not  merely 
none  of  our  business,  but  far  beyond  our  powers  of 
effective  interference.  We  should  not  if  we  could,  and 
we  could  not  if  we  would,  hold  a  dominating  hand  in 
relation  to  such  an  incident.  If  the  government  of 
the  Argentine  Republic  should  enter  into  a  negotiation 
with  Germany  or  France  or  Italy  looking  to  a  transfer 
of  territorial  dominion,  the  matter  would  be  as  remote 
from  any  direct  or  legitimate  concern  of  our  own  as 
a  similar  transaction  between  Bulgaria  and  Russia. 
And  if  in  folly  and  madness  we  should  attempt  inter- 
ference with  any  such  arrangement,  we  would  be  in  the 
absurd  position  of  meddling  in  a  cause  wholly  and  ab- 
solutely foreign  to  us.  Any  pretensions  in  such  a  case 
based  on  the  Monroe  Doctrine  would  call  dow;  upon 
us  the  ridicule  of  mankind. 

Again,  an  embargo  or  blockade,  as  we  have  a'"-i 
said,  is  effective  only  in  so  far  as  it  represents  the 
ment  of  force.     And,  let  us  ask,  what  force  could  w 
bring  to  bear   upon   serious   military   or  naval  o, 
tions  in  the  southern  half  of  the  continent  again 
first-class     European     power     properly     prepare 
equipped,   especially   if  we   lacked   the   support 
South  American  country  particularly  in  question? 
the  face  of  the  fact  that  the  parade  of  sixteen  1>. 
ships  in  a  peaceful  cruise  around  the  world  was  a 
tentious  and  hilarious  farce,  the  question  answer; 
self.     And  how"  great  was  the  farce  is  only  know 
those  who  have  taken  the  pains  to  inform  themscl 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  our  fleet  was  so  far  from 
self-sustaining  in  its  organization  that  the  govei 
found  it  necessary  to  charter  foreign  ships  to 
the  spectacular  march  with  coal.     And  it  was  oni) 
the  same  process,  assisted  by  friendly  foreign  ni"'. 
that  we  contrived  to  keep  the  fifteen  thousand  nv  . 
the  cruise  even  tolerably  fed.     Not  this  fleet  in 
other  which  with  all  our  resources  of  men  and 
we  could  possibly  dispatch  within  two  years,  wo 
capable  of  sustaining  itself  ninety  days   in  unfr 
waters,  even  though  it  should  not  in" the  meantin 
in    with    an    enemy.     Regarding   the   situation     :■ 
physical  aspects  alone,  enforcement  of  the  Monroe  li 
trine  anywhere  below  the  Isthmus  against  any  1 
first-class  power  would  be  a  practical  impossibilit 

The  Monroe  Doctrine  has  survived  the  eighty-n 
years   since   its  promulgation,  not  because  it  has  ; 
inherent  moral  strength  or  any  justification  in  physi 
prowess,  but  for  the  simple  reason  that  it  has  never 
been  challenged.     Our  course  in  driving  France  o  ,' 
Mexico  found  its  justification,  not  in  the  Monroe 
trine  as  a  distinctively  American  policy,  but  in 
acknowledged  and  approved  the  world  around.     O 


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terference  in  the  case  of  Cuba  had  still  another  basis 
and  another  justification.  Our  challenge  to  England 
in  the  affair  of  Venezuela  was  nothing  better  nor  worse 
than  a  bit  of  bluster  calculated  for  political  effect  at 
home  and  acquiesced  in  by  England  under  motives 
more  creditable  to  her  than  to  ourselves.  We  have 
been  permitted  to  cherish  this  Doctrine,  not  be- 
cause we  had  a  right  to  or  because  we  had  the  power  to 
enforce  it,  but  rather  through  the  sufferance  and  good 
nature  of  the  world ;  and  this  sufferance  and  good  na- 
ture has  existed  because,  if  we  except  the  single  in- 
stance of  England  and  Venezuela,  no  first-class  Euro- 
pean power  has  had  any  serious  interest  in  calling  us 
down. 

If  the  Monroe  Doctrine  were  a  product  of  our  own 
interest  and  motives,  which  assuredly  it  is  not,  there 
might  be  some  historical  ground  for  regarding  it 
as  a  pledge  of  national  faith.  But  as  a  matter  of  fact 
the  so-called  Monroe  Doctrine  originated  not  with 
Monroe,  not  even  with  the  United  States,  but  in  the 
defensive  policy  of  a  British  Secretary  of  State  for 
Foreign  Affairs.  Looking  about  for  a  means  of  de- 
fending Great  Britain  against  that  continental  combi- 
nation of  a  century  ago  known  as  the  Holy  Alliance, 
George  Canning  suggested  through  diplomatic  channels 
to  President  Monroe  that  assertion  which  has  come  to 
be  known  as  the  Monroe  Doctrine.  Mr.  Canning's  own 
explanation  to  Parliament  that  he  had  "called  the  New 
World  into  existence  to  redress  the  balance  of  the  Old" 
tells  the  whole  story  of  the  origin  and  purpose  of  a 
device  which  only  our  vanity,  not  to  say  our  fatuity, 
has  caused  us  for  nearly  a  hundred  years  to  cherish 
as  an  all  but  sacred  tenet  of  national  policy. 

If  the  United  States  would  save  itself  against  despe- 
rate embarrassment,  if  it  would  get  itself  in  relation 
to  Central  and  South  America  upon  a  rational  and  ten- 
able footing,  its  careful  study  should  be  to  find  some 
means,  compatible  with  common  sense  and  self-respect, 
of  escaping  from  responsibilities  which  reassertion  of 
the  Monroe  Doctrine  puts  upon  it. 


Mr.  Roosevelt's  "Funds." 
In  the  course  of  the  1904  presidential  campaign  Judge 
Parker,  the  Democratic  candidate,  shortly  before  the 
election  publicly  charged  that  "vast  sums  of  money  have 
been  contributed  for  the  control  of  this  election  in  aid 
of  the  administration  by  corporations  and  trusts."  To 
this  Mr.  Roosevelt  replied  three  days  before  the  elec- 
tion :  "The  statements  made  by  Mr.  Parker  are  un- 
qualifiedly and  atrociously  false."  Judge  Parker's  reply- 
was  to  reassert  the  charge,  with  the  addition  that  time 
would  develop  the  truth.  Well,  time  has  developed  the 
truth,  and  the  truth  gives  complete  justification  to  Judge 
Parker.  Within  the  week  Mr.  Sheldon,  treasurer  of 
the  Republican  National  Committee,  has  testified  be- 
fore a  Senate  investigating  committee  to  the  effect  that 
the  trusts  did  finance  Mr.  Roosevelt's  1904  campaign  to 
the  exact  proportion  of  73J4  per  cent  of  the  whole 
vast  sum  collected.  Mr.  Sheldon  was  both  precise  and 
explicit.  Mr.  Pierpont  Morgan  (of  the  Steel  Trust) 
gave  $150,000;  Mr.  George  J.  Gould  (railroad  system), 
$100,000;  Henry  C.  Frick  (coal  interests),  $100,000; 
J.  D.  Archbold  (Standard  Oil),  $100,000,  and  so  on. 
Of  something  more  than  a  total  of  $2,000,000  con- 
tributed, approximately  $1,500,000  came  from  "big  busi- 
ness." 

Mr.  Roosevelt  now  declares  that  he  knew  nothing 
about  these  contributions;  but  this  disclaimer  loses 
something  of  its  value  when  it  is  remembered  that  the 
chairman  of  the  Republican  committee  was  a  man  of 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  selection,  none  other  than  George 
B.  Cortelyou,  an  ex-private  secretary,  and  that  he  went 
directly  to  the  chairmanship  from  Mr.  Roosevelt's  Cabi- 
net; and  further  that  Mr.  Cortelyou  during  the  cam- 
paign was  in  direct  and  almost  daily  association  with 
his  friend  and  chief.  If  Mr.  Roosevelt  did  not  know 
that  the  bulk  of  the  great  fund  massed  in  support  of 
his  candidacy  came  from  "big  interests,"  he  ought  to 
have  known  it. 

In  saying  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  ought  to  have  known 
where  the  money  for  his  campaign  came  from  we  only 
reassert  a  principle  which  within  the  year  he  himself 
has  laid  down  as  a  basis  for  condemnation  of  another 
who  like  himself  pleaded  ignorance  in  a  like  situation. 
Senator  Lorimer  of  Illinois,  when  confronted  with  the 
presentment  that  large  sums  had  been  expended  in  his 
behalf,  declared  that  he  knew  nothing  about  it.  Who 
does  not  recall  the  exhibition  of  moral  fury  with  which 
Mr.  Roosevelt  denounced  Senator  Lorimer's  statement? 
Who  does  not  remember  the  bold  bad  words  he  uttered 
between  clenched  teeth  in   excoriation   of  a  man  who 


did  not  know  where  money  spent  in  his  behalf  came 
from? 

The  incident  illustrates  over  again  the  shameless  in- 
consistency of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  mental  and  moral  pre- 
tensions. It  exhibits  for  the  thousandth  time  and  in  a 
peculiarly  odious  form  the  rock-ribbed  egotism  which 
holds  its  possessor  in  his  own  esteem  not  only  above 
the  law  of  the  land,  but  of  those  principles  of  common 
honesty  binding  upon  individual  responsibility  and  indi- 
vidual conscience. 

The  fact  that  Mr.  Roosevelt's  campaign  was  helped 
by  funds  contributed  by  the  trusts  in  the  year  1904  is 
not  in  itself  a  vastly  serious  matter,  because  the  prac- 
tice and  sentiment  of  the  time  gave  tolerance  if  not 
justification  to  it.  Other  campaigns  had  been  assisted 
in  the  same  way;  the  country  knew  about  it  and  did 
not  positively  resent  it.  A  fact  of  eight  years  ago 
should  be  judged  by  the  sentiment  and  practice  of  eight 
years  ago  rather  than  by  other  and  higher  standards. 
But  Mr.  Roosevelt's  abusive  disclaimer  to  Judge 
Parker's  charge  with  his  more  recent  denials  and  eva- 
sions are  quite  another  thing.  In  truth  they  are  more 
serious,  infinitely  more  grievous,  than  the  original  fact. 
They  bring  the  moral  aspects  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  char- 
acter up  to  date,  so  to  speak.  They  show  him  to  be  a 
man  who  speaks  positively  without  taking  the  pains  to 
know  the  truth ;  as  one  ready  to  denounce  and  to  charge 
improper  motives  in  the  face  of  the  truth. 

And  since  Mr.  Roosevelt  found  it  so  easy  to  be 
virtuously  indignant  with  Judge  Parker  in  1904,  and 
since  his  moral  enthusiasms  now  appear  in  such  ex- 
hilarated form  with  respect  to  the  use  of  trust  funds 
for  political  purposes,  why  does  he  ignore  the  very  ob- 
vious relation  of  Mr.  George  W.  Perkins  of  Morgan  & 
Co.  and  the  Harvester  Trust  and  God  knows  what 
other  connections  with  "big  business,"  to  the  present 
campaign?  If  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  supported  by  funds 
contributed  by  "big  business"  today,  the  circumstance 
is  as  improper,  as  wicked,  as  it  was  eight  years  ago. 
If  Mr.  Roosevelt  in  his  innocence  does  not  know  about 
it,  his  own  position  is  precisely  that  of  Senator  Lorimer 
in  being  the  beneficiary  of  funds  of  whose  sources  and 
uses  he  is  uninformed. 


Mrs.  Atherton's  Cigarette. 

It  is  satisfactory  to  note  that  Mrs.  Atherton  has 
somewhat  receded  from  her  former  draconic  attitude 
on  the  great  cigarette  question  Incensed — perhaps 
rightly  so — by  certain  bad-mannered  strictures  on  a 
habit  common  enough  in  Europe  but  discountenanced 
in  America,  Mrs.  Atherton  announced  that  she  would 
smoke  when  and  where  she  pleased.  Furthermore  she 
described  her  critics  as  "backwoods  natives"  and  as 
belonging  to  the  "provincial  classes."  But  now,  honors 
being  equal,  Mrs.  Atherton  has  listened  to  the  soft 
voice  of  persuasion  and  has  promised  to  smoke  in  public 
no  more.  What  she  may  do  in  private  belongs  to  the 
sacred  arcanum  of  domestic  intimacies  and  lies  behind 
the  veil,  safe  from  intrusion  and  criticism.  Mrs. 
Atherton  has  triumphed  by  her  surrender.  She  capitu- 
lates victoriously. 

After  all,  the  question  of  smoking  by  women  is  not 
one  of  rights,  but  of  duties.  No  one  worth  listening 
to  will  contend  for  a  moment  that  women  are  not  at 
liberty  to  smoke  if  they  wish  to.  It  is  a  free  country, 
and  women  as  well  as  men  may  smoke,  swear  dis- 
creetly, tell  improper  stories,  or  shake  dice  at  the  cor- 
ner cigar  store.  There  are  few  limits  to  the  things 
that  may  be  done  lawfully,  but  then,  be  it  submitted, 
this  is  not  a  question  of  the  things  that  are  lawful,  but 
of  the  things  that  are  expedient.  If  either  men  or 
women  were  to  regulate  their  conduct  by  the  criminal 
law,  putting  aside  the  restraints  of  convention  and  of 
good  taste,  it  is  to  be  feared  that  we  should  soon  find 
ourselves  in  a  sad  and  sorry  world.  Civilization  is  not 
an  affair  of  laws,  for  laws  hardly  touch  the  average 
citizen  at  all.  Civilization  has  been  evolved  by  con- 
vention, by  the  rules  and  the  discipline  that  the  indi- 
vidual imposes  upon  himself.  Naturally  these  vary  in 
different  countries,  but  the  principle  of  self-denial,  that 
is  to  say  of  good  manners,  is  behind  them  all. 

To  suppose  that  the  social  status  of  either  men  or 
women  can  be  raised  by  an  insistence  upon  abstract 
rights  is  the  falsest  of  false  reasoning.  But  it  may 
easily  be  lowered.  Duties,  not  rights,  are  the  criterion 
of  advance,  service  and  not  assertion.  And  if  women 
are  intent  upon  fulfilling  their  best  ambitions  they  will 
be  more  careful  to  raise  men  to  their  level  than  to 
lower  their  own  salutary  conventions  in  order  to  con- 
form to  a  male  standard.  After  all  it  is  the  woman 
i  who  has  everything  to  gain  in  the  way  of  protection 


and  nothing  to  lose  in  the  way  of  real  liberty  from  the 
reasonable  social  conventions  of  the  day.  It  is  nothing 
but  convention  and  the  much  derided  chivalry  that 
compensates  a  woman  for  her  physical  weakness.  Laws 
could  never  do  it.  Without  convention  and  chivalry, 
which  are 'only  other  names  for  civilization,  women 
would  be  as  much  at  the  mercy  of  bodily  strength  as 
they  are  in  Arabia,  and  just  as  helpless.  If  women  are 
determined  to  weaken  the  authority  of  convention  and 
chivalry  it  would  be  well  for  them  first  to  reflect  upon 
the  fact  that  they  are  destroying  their  one  shield 
against  brute  force. 

Mrs.  Atherton  would  certainly  be  the  first  to  admit 
that  a  peculiar  duty  of  good  example  rests  upon  those 
whose  ability  and  attainments  have  made  them  con- 
spicuous. Indeed  she  has  admitted  this  by  her  promise 
not  to  smoke  in  public.  No  one  supposes  that  Mrs 
Atherton  is  personally  worsened  by  the  smoking  of  a 
cigarette,  but  the  hundreds  of  women  who  would  imi- 
tate her  might  be  worsened.  The  shopgirl,  for  ex- 
ample, might  be  worsened,  if  only  because  she  had 
thereby  weakened  the  frail  and  impalpable  shield  of 
difference  and  distinction  that  is  her  only  protection 
against  male  aggression.  Women  of  developed  char- 
acter and  of  attained  position  may  need  no  such  pro- 
tection, but  thousands  of  other  women  do  need  it,  and 
unfortunately  do  not  know  that  they  need  it.  Mrs. 
Atherton  herself  would  probably  have  her  own  un- 
mentioned  opinion  of  the  girl  who  smoked  on  the 
street,  and  certainly  men  would  have  their  opinion, 
and  it  would  not  be  an  unmentioned  one,  nor  delicately 
phrased.  The  woman  who  breaks  a  convention  because 
it  seems  to  be  unessential  is  assumed  by  men  to  hold  in 
light  esteem  other  conventions  that  are  essential,  and 
she  pays  the  price.  Mrs.  Atherton  now  frankly  recog- 
nizes that  her  countless  imitators  in  unconventionality 
would  have  to  pay  a  price  which  she,  from  her  position,/ 
is  not  called  upon  to  pay. 


Editorial  Notes. 

Latest  information  respecting  the  financial  smash  at 
Palo  Alto  is  to  the  effect  that  defaulter  Black  will  not 
be  prosecuted  criminally.  In  view  of  the  fact  that  Mr. 
Black  is  in  close  personal  and  political  affiliation  with 
the  administration  at  Sacramento  and  that  he  was  a 
generous  contributor  of  stolen  funds  to  the  Bull-Moose 
campaign,  this  is  hardly  surprising.  If  we  were  to 
point  out  the  further  facts  that  the  building  and  loan 
commissioner,  Mr.  Walker,  is  also  a  leading  Progressive 
and  that  his  name  appears  among  the  creditors  of  the 
defunct  institution,  it  would  no  doubt  be  regarded,  at 
Progressive  headquarters  at  least,  as  one  of  the  Argo- 
naut's characteristic  sinister  reflections.  It  is  a  bit 
curious,  however,  that  while  criminal  proceedings  have 
been  instituted  against  William  Corbin  of  the  Conti- 
nental Building  and  Loan  Association  upon  presump- 
tions of  fraud,  none  have  been  started  against  Mr. 
Black,  whose  criminality  is  open  and  confessed.  It  ap- 
pears to  be  better  under  the  rule  of  our  reform 
administration  to  be  a  known  thief  than  to  be  sus- 
pected of  questionable  doings.  Or  perhaps  it  is  merely 
better  to  be  a  Progressive  thief  than  it  is  to  be  a  plain 
thief.  We  can't  believe  that  Mr.  Black's  contribution  to 
the  Bull-Moose  fund  has  anything  to  do  with  it;  none 
the  less  it  might  be  well,  just  as  an  anchor  to  windward, 
for  the  next  man  who  picks  a  pocket  to  establish  his 
credit  at  Sacramento  by  forwarding  a  modest  percent- 
age of  his  increment  to  the  cause  of  political  purity. 


Of  the  many  side-lights  shed  by  the  senatorial  in- 
quiry at  Washington,  one  of  the  most  interesting  and 
pathetic  is  that  which  exhibits  the  ambitions,  the  affilia- 
tions, and  the  disappointments  of  our  lamented  and  la- 
menting— ex-Excellency,  poor  old  Pardee.  If,  under 
all  the  circumstances  anything  could  be  more  painful 
than  the  picture  of  Pardee  under  the  wing  of  Mr. 
Harriman  it  is  the  succeeding  picture  of  Pardee  turned 
down  by  Roosevelt.  These  contrasting  pictures  in  a 
subtle  fashion  reflect  two  ways — both  painfully.  Har- 
riman thought  enough  of  Pardee  to  recommend 
him  to  Roosevelt,  but  not  enough  to  go  down  to 
Washington  and  urge  his  case.  In  Harriman's  own 
words  the  matter  was  "not  important  enough. "  Roose- 
velt thought  enough  of  the  doctor  to  consider  his 
appointment  seriously,  only  to  reject  the  idea  alto- 
gether. Pardee  he  thought  "hardly  up  to  the  mark." 
It  is  a  sad  case  of  being  favored  by  one's  enemy  and 
slighted  by  one's  friend.     Alas  and  alack ! 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


October  ] 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Mr.  Carnegie  is  of  opinion  that  "only  one  step"  is  needed 
lo  insure  the  peace  of  the  world.  Let  Germany,  America, 
France,  and  England  send  an  intimation  to  the  other  nations 
of  the  world  that  these  four  powers  have  agreed  that  all 
international  disputes  shall  be  arbitrated  and  that  they  will 
"look  with  disfavor"'  upon  any  rapture  of  the  world's  peace. 
Precisely  what  Mr.  Carnegie  means  by  looking  with  disfavor 
is  not  explained.  Does  he  mean  that  the  four  powers  shall 
threaten  war  on  any  other  nation  that  makes  war?  That 
would  seem  to  be  a  jump  from  the  frying  pan  into  the  fire. 
But  Mr.  Carnegie  has  fallen  into  the  mistake  customary  with 
aristocrats,  whether  financial  or  hereditary-  He  supposes  that 
wars  are  made  by  rulers  and  governments.  Actually  they 
are  made  by  the  people.  The  modern  government  has  no 
harder  task  than  to  restrain  popular  passion  and  to  mode- 
rate national  antipathies.  Germany  and  England  would  be 
at  war  today  but  for  their  respective  governments.  Italy  and 
Turkey  would  have  made  peace  long  ago  but  for  fear  of  the 
popular  temper.  It  is  national  passion  that  is  plunging  the 
Balkans  into  war.  It  was  the  American  people,  and  not  the 
American  government,  that  demanded  war  with  Spain.  Uni- 
versal peace,  when  it  comes,  if  it  comes,  will  result  from  a 
growth  of  -moral  sentiment  among  the  people,  for  their  rulers 
and   their  governments   are   already   convinced. 


A  letter  to  the  London  Daily  Chronicle  says  that  if  1913  is 
to  be  the  year  of  the  opening  of  the  Panama  Canal  surely 
September  should  be  the  month.  It  was  on  September  1, 
1513,  that  Vasco  Nunez  de  Balboa  began  his  historic  march 
across  the  Isthmus.  On  the  25th  he  stood  "silent  upon  a 
peak  in  Darien"  at  sight  of  the  South  Sea.  Four  days  later 
he  waded  knee-deep  into  the  new  ocean,  tasted  its  waters, 
and  cried  aloud,  "I  take  real  and  corporal  and  actual  pos- 
session of  these  seas."  That  was  on  Michaelmas  Day,  1513. 
Probably  there  is  enough  sentiment  in  the  United  States, 
says  the  English  writer,  to  ordain  a  proper  celebration  of 
that  epoch-making  date  next  year. 


One  is  inclined  sometimes  to  wonder  as  to  the  reality  of 
the  results  supposed  to  be  obtained  at  the  sham  battles  of 
our  military  manoeuvres.  We  take  it  for  granted  that  the 
army  personating  a  foreign  invader  must  necessarily  be  de- 
feated, but  how  far  the  announced  result  is  concession  to 
public  feeling  is  open  to  question.  But  there  can  be  no  such 
question  in  Germany.  There  is  a  grim  reality  about  the  war 
game  there  that  must  certainly  appeal  to  the  generals  in  com- 
mand. It  is  announced  that  General  von  Hausen  is  about  to 
resign  in  consequence  of  a  stern  rebuke  administered  to  him 
by  the  emperor.  The  unlucky  commander  was  in  charge  of 
the  defending  army  and  he  allowed  himself  to  be  defeated  on 
two  successive  days.  General  von  Bulow,  representing  the 
enemy,  enticed  him  into  the  Hubertus  Forest,  surrounded 
him  with  cavalry,  and  would  have  battered  him  to  pieces 
had  the  guns  been  actually  loaded.  At  a  subsequent  con- 
ference of  generals  the  emperor  told  Von  Hausen  exactly 
what  he  thought  of  him,  and  now  there  seems  to  be  nothing 
awaiting  the  luckless  general  but  a  graceful  retirement  into 
private  life.  

Mr.  W.  H.  Mallock  can  hardly  be  said  to  have  made  a  dis- 
covery when  he  points  out  that  the  present  causes  of  popular 
discontent  are  mental  and  that  the  grievances  of  the  laborer 
are  no  greater  than  they  used  to  be.  The  chief  cause,  says 
Mr.  Mallock,  is  the  increased  ease  of  travel.  Then  comes  the 
conviction  on  the  part  of  those  who  already  are  better  off 
than  their  forefathers  that  they  can  get  still  more  if  only 
they  shout  loudly  enough.  And  thirdly  we  have  the  excite- 
ment of  modern  education.  Mr.  Mallock  repeats  a  remark 
once  made  to  him  by  Mr.  Phelps,  American,  ambassador  to 
Great  Britain.  They  were  walking  near  the  Highland  Rail- 
way when,  after  a  long  silence,  Mr.  Phelps  suddenly  ex- 
claimed, "The  devil  never  found  a  truer  note  for  his  voice 
than  the  railway  whistle.  There  it  goes  from  one  end  of  the 
country  to  the  other,  crying  to  all  the  boys  and  girls,  'Come 
away,  come  away,  come  away.*  And  when  they  go,  they  find 
the  place  they  have  gone  to  better  in  no  way  than  the  place 
they  have  left  behind."  And  so,  if  we  are  disposed  to  agree 
with  Mr.  Mallock — and  most  of  us  are  disposed  to  agree 
with  him — the  three  great  causes  of  a  dangerous  and  revolu- 
tionary discontent  are  travel,  democracy,  and  education,  and 
these  three  things,  be  it  noted,  have  been  lauded  to  the 
skies  for  a  generation  and  more  as  the  chief  landmarks  on 
our  road  to  an  eartbly  paradise.  It  would  seem  that  we 
have  been  entertaining,  not  angels,  but  devils,  unawares. 


The  International  Congress  of  Chambers  of  Commerce  now 
in  session  in  Boston  will  make  an  effort  toward  the  unifica- 
tion of  the  calendars  of  the  world.  It  is  said  that  Russia  is 
willing  to  fall  into  line,  although  it  will  mean  for  her  a 
change  of  fourteen  days  in  all  her  holidays  and  religious  fes- 
tivals. But  we  have  yet  to  learn  how  such  a  change  would 
lie  regarded  by  Hebrews  and  also  by  Mohammedans,  the  Chi- 
and  the  Hindus.  While  the  chambers  of  commerce  are 
about  it  why  do  they  not  forward  some  arrangement  for  an 
internationa]  coinage  or  rather  an  agreement  by  which  the 
chief  countries  of  the  world  shall  accept  each  other's  gold 
pieces.  For  example,  the  American  five-dollar  piece  and  the 
-h  sovereign  arc  practically  identical  in  size,  weight, 
and  value.  Xo  one  profits  from  the  present  arrangement 
except  the  money  changer,  and  no  one  loves  a  money  changer. 
Nothing  but  a  rather  stupid  fiction  stands  in  the  way  of  a 
ureal  popular  convenience.  There  is  no  economic  reason 
why  a  five-dollar  piece  should  not  be  accepted  over  the  coun- 
ler  all  over  Eu*ope. 

Nothing  is  more   remarkable   than  the  almost   contemptuous 

disagreement      '  "eminent  physicians"  on   the  subject  of  the 

o     heredity  and   environment.     Thus   we  find   Dr. 

r      Kerley   of   New   York   assuring   the    Interna- 

on    Hygiene   and    Demography   that    environ- 


ment is  everything  and  heredity  nothing,  so  far  as  the  child 
is  concerned,  while  equally  reputable  authorities  are  equally 
loud  in  their  assertions  that  heredity  is  everything  and  en- 
vironment nothing.  "We  may  mold  the  child  largely  as  we 
will,"  says  Dr.  Kerley,  "and  the  fashioning  and  the  molding, 
whether  it  be  done  well,  indifferently,  or  badly,  depends  more 
upon  the  molder  and  the  childish  associations  than  upon  the 
material  worked  upon."  Dr.  Kerley  entirely  agreed  with  the 
theory  that  if  two  infants,  one  born  in  a  palace  and  one  in  a 
hovel,  both  in  fair  physical  condition,  were  exchanged  on 
the  day  of  birth,  each  would  work  out  his  destiny  along  the 
lines  of  his  environment.  So  when  we  are  told  that  science 
says  this,  or  science  says  the  other,  about  heredity  or  en- 
vironment we  may  remind  ourselves  that  scientists  are  hope- 
lessly at  variance  and  therefore  we  may  perhaps  be  excused 
for  believing  that  there  is  some  third  factor  in  the  making 
of  the  child's  character  that  is  neither  heredity  nor  environ- 
ment. After  all,  Jacob  and  Esau  were  twins,  and  therefore 
they  had  the  same  heredity  and  certainly  the  same  environ- 
ment. But  theologians  would  have  us  believe  that  the  varia- 
tions in  their  characters  were  not  without  effect  upon  the 
world.      But  perhaps  it  is  hardly  fair  to  quote  Scripture. 


It  has  been  pointed  out  with  some  surprise  that  the  late 
W.  S.  Gilbert  had  a  strong  dislike  for  Jane  Austen,  but  a 
correspondent  of  the  New  York  Evening  Post  reminds  us 
that  Mark  Twain  had  a  similar  antipathy.  He  said  once 
that  "a  library  that  does  not  contain  Jane  Austen's  works 
is  a  good  library  even  if  it  hasn't  another  book  in  it." 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


Pierre  Loti,  now  in  New  York,  has  already  succeeded  in 
giving  a  slight  shock  to  American  sentiment.  He  asks  us : 
"Have  you  not  perhaps  paid,  and  are  you  not  perhaps  paying 
too  dearly  for  your  material  progress  ?  It  is  ill  to  lose  the 
faculty  of  contemplation  and  the  conditions  of  life  that  en- 
courage it."  Pierre  Loti  is  an  advocate  of  silence,  as  indeed 
has  been  every  great  man.  "It  is  better  to  dream  and  to 
meditate,"  he  says,  "and  not  to  interrupt  the  course  of 
revery."  The  only  inward  things  that  we  think  of  nowadays 
are  our  stomachs  and  intestines,  and  we  can  not  think 
silently  even  of  these.  We  talk  of  them  unendingly,  disgust- 
ingly. To  compare  the  dreamers  and  the  doers  is  a  mere 
futility.  Doers  of  real  things  are  always  dreamers  also, 
while  the  real  forces  of  the  world  are  always  born  in  silence. 


The  semi-official  Japan  Times  gives  a  pitiable  account  of 
the  miseries  throughout  the  country  caused  by  the  increased 
cost  of  commodities.  Masses  of  people,  always  on  the  border 
line  of  starvation,  have  been  forced  over  the  line  by  the 
elasticity  of  prices  and  the  rigidity  of  pay.  "The  laboring 
men  can  not  support  their  families  with  the  scanty  wages  they 
get.  The  little  storekeepers  find  it  impossible  to  balance  their 
ledgers  with  the  credit  ahead  of  the  debit,  and  are  uni- 
versally discouraged  by  dull  business.  At  home  their  wives 
need  money  and  their  children  are  simply  crying  aloud  from 
starvation.  The  hard-pressed  and  miserable  husbands  go  out 
in  the  morning  to  search  for  work,  and  many  of  them  never 
return  again  at  night."  The  results  are  similar  to  those  in 
other  countries.  Crime  has  vastly  increased ;  so  has  sui- 
cide ;  and  the  country  is  rent  by  labor  quarrels  and  strikes. 
In  the  arsenals  alone  there  are  20,000  men  clamoring  for 
increased  pay.  

The  view  expressed  by  the  Argonaut  as  to  the  causes  that 
prompted  the  suicide  of  General  Nogi  has  been  largely  con- 
firmed by  later  dispatches  from  Tokyo.  One  of  these  says 
that  the  Japanese  people  regard  the  act  as  a  protest  against 
the  decadence  of  the  national  spirit  and  against  certain  ele- 
ments that  surround  the  new  emperor,  and  that  "this  convic- 
tion explains  the  almost  universal  admiration  for  his  deed." 
The  correspondent  of  the  New  York  Herald  quotes  Baron 
Kikachi  as  saying:  "Men  like  General  Nogi  live  on  a  higher 
sphere  than  ordinary  men.  Today,  when  materialism  and 
cupidity  have  seized  the  Japanese  people,  his  deed  will  serve 
as  valuable  medicine."  Viscount  Miura,  speaking  in  the 
same  vein,  says  that  General  Nogi's  suicide  will  prove  a  good 
stimulant  to   the   body  politic. 


The  Australian  and  New  Zealand  governments  evidently 
feel  that  they  are  on  the  defensive  in  regard  to  the  system  of 
compulsory  military  service  that  was  recently  inaugurated. 
Statements  for  publication  are  now  being  put  forward  officially 
to  the  effect  that  the  number  of  delinquents  is  not  seriously 
large  and  that  the  governments  are  "not  anticipating  any  dif- 
ficulty." As  these  assurances  are  obviously  of  the  rubber- 
stamp  variety  and  of  the  kind  that  no  one  ever  suspects  of 
being  associated  with  the  truth,  it  is  interesting  to  note  that 
out  of  92,276  cadets  only  60,418  have  put  in  a  proper  attend- 
ance. That  is  to  say,  over  30,000  boys  have  refused  to  comply 
with  the  law.  It  is  obviously  impossible  to  handle  such  a 
delinquency  as  this  by  prosecuting  the  offenders,  so  that  if 
it  is  true  that  the  governments  are  "not  anticipating  any  dif- 
ficulty" they  must  be  of  a  peculiarly  sanguine  temperament. 
Moreover,  the  Australian  authorities  are  now  beginning  to 
realize  the  fact  that  compulsory  military  service  with  special 
exemptions  for  the  rich  is  one  of  those  little  facts  about 
which  intending  immigrants  are  likely  to  show  quite  an  in- 
terest. Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


Though  comparatively  few  of  the  natives  of  Turke\ 
own   watches,  yet  they  have  an  ingenious  way  of  ap- 
proximating  the   time,  and   some  of  them   hit   it   i  '  h 
considerable  accuracy.     They  locate  two  cardinal  pc 
of  the  compass  and  then,  holding  their  hands  tog- 
in  such  a  manner  that  the  forefingers  point  upwan 
in  opposite  directions,   they  observe   the  shadow  c; 
In  the  morning  or  evening  at  certain  known  hour? 
finger  or  the  other  will  point  directly  at  the  st ■■ 
comparison  of  the  two  shadows  will  determine  the  h' 
between. 


The  Result  in  Maine. 
One  thing  more  is  demonstrated  by  the  Maine  returns : 
The  Republican  party  is  much  stronger  than  had  been  sup- 
posed. Popular  disgust  with  it,  especially  in  the  East,  is  far 
less  aggressive  than  it  ought  to  be.  The  Maine  election  indi- 
cates that  if  Mr.  Roosevelt  had  not  had  an  overwhelming 
ambition  to  be  the  only  President  ever  elected  to  a  third 
term,  the  outlook  for  Republican  success  this  fall  would  have 
been  far  brighter  than  any  of  us  believed. — New  York  World. 


Mortification  and  Tears. 
It  has  always  been  within  the  Eagle's  knowledge  that  on 
the  night  of  that  Aldine  dinner  Lawrence  F.  Abbott,  presi- 
dent; William  B.  Howland,  treasurer,  and  Karl  V.  S.  How- 
land,  secretary  of  the  Outlook  Company,  admitted  and  de- 
plored the  insuperable  moral  obstacle  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  re- 
nunciation of  a  third  term  to  his  renomination  for  the  presi- 
dency. So  did  Dr.  Lyman  Abbott  and  Hamilton  W.  Mabie 
on  the  same  guarded  occasion,  but  as  the  latter  two  have 
never  so  far  as  known  said  or  written  a  word  for  a  third 
term  for  Mr.  Roosevelt  their  case  differs  from  that  of  their 
associates  who  have  done  so.  From  the  day  of  judgment  in 
November  in  which  their  associates  will  be  involved  they 
can  be  delivered  as  principals,  and  their  offense,  as  silenced 
accessories  after  the  fact,  can  be  condoned  by  the  palliating 
circumstance  of  business  coercion.  For  them  will  be  a  place 
of  refuge  when  they  seek  it  in  mortification  and  with  tears. 
— Brooklyn  Eagle.  

The  Root  of  the  Matter. 
The  cleverest  epigram  yet  on  the  Roosevelt  programme  is 
that  of  Governor  Wilson  in  his  New  York  speech:  "No  gov- 
ernment has  ever  been  beneficent  when  the  attitude  of  the 
government  was  that  it  could  take  care  of  the  people.  Let  me 
tell  you  that  the  only  freedom  exists  where  the  people  take 
care  of  the  government."  As  every  thinking  citizen  knows, 
such  a  programme  stands  for  a  benevolent  tyranny,  not  for 
industrial   freedom. — Waterbury  American. 

The  Personal  Issue. 
His  talk  concerning  courts  is  characteristic,  in  more  ways 
than  one.  He  can  not  view  any  matter  except  from  the  view- 
point of  personal  experience,  or,  at  all  events,  any  personal 
experience  he  may  have  had  outweighs  all  general  considera- 
tions. He  had  a  personal  controversy  with  Judge  (now  gov- 
ernor) Baldwin  of  Connecticut;  forthwith  his  egotism  demands 
a  revolution,  a  change  in  the  whole  court  system,  to  right 
what  he  conceives  to  be  one  single  error  of  judgment;  he 
tries  to  be  original  (Bryan  having  preempted  most  of  the  non- 
sense), and  out  comes  the  most  insanely  foolish  proposition 
ever  set  forth  by  any  man  prominent  in  public  life,  namely, 
the  Roosevelt  "recall  of  decisions"  idea. — Walter  C.  Taylor 
in  New  York  Evening  Post. 

Too  Much  Johnson. 
A  case  of  "too  much  Johnson"  when  Engineer  Roosevelt 
pulled  "the  Johnson  bar"  and  bumped  the  passengers.  Too 
much  Johnson  is  the  least  of  the  dangers  in  this  campaign. 
T.  R.  at  the  throttle  must  have  been  an  inspiration.  Can't 
some  one  of  the  inspired  ones  break  forth  into  rhythmic  song 
over  the  event?  As  for  T.  R.  himself,  he  must  have  been 
impatient  of  the  limitation  which  kept  him  from  also  wearing 
the  conductor's  cap  and  bearing  the  punch. — Boston  Tran- 
script.   

Dr.  Eliot  on  the  Bull  Moose. 
Mr.  Roosevelt  is  impulsive,  self-confident,  headstrong,  im- 
patient of  restraints  and  opposition,  and  given  to  the  use  of 
extravagant  language,  *  *  *  which  would  not  be  bad 
signs  in  an  energetic  youth,  but  are  alarming  in  a  mature 
statesman. — Ex-President  Eliot   of  Harvard  College. 

"The  Square  Thing." 
The  Roosevelt  electors  should  themselves  withdraw  from 
the  Taft  and  Sherman  position  on  the  ballot  and  go  in  the 
independent  column.  It  has  been  the  general  understanding 
that  they  intended  to  do  this,  in  the  event  that  the  names  of 
Taft  and  Sherman  were  placed  above  them.  It  is  best  that 
they  should  do  so.  It  is  possible  that  by  so  doing  they  will 
lose  some  votes,  perhaps  a  good  many  votes  ;  but  it  is  at  least 
the  square  thing  to  do,  in  justice  to  those  voters  who  will 
otherwise  unquestionably  be  misled  and  vote  for  these  electors 
under  a  false  impression. — Topeka   Capital   (Progressive). 

One  Positive  Statement. 
"We  named  for  governor  of  Maine  the  man  the  Progressives 
wanted,"  Roosevelt  declared,  "and  he  wrote  to  me  that  he 
hoped  we  would  not  make  a  fight  against  him  ;  that  he  was 
for  me,  and  that  he  would  come  out  for  us  after  the  election. 
I  have  just  received  word  that  he  carried  the  state  and  that, 
in  accordance  with  his  promise,  he  had  come  out  for  the 
Progressive  national  ticket." — Press  Dispatch. 


Another. 

If   Roosevelt   said   I   wrote   him   offering   my   support    it's    a 
lie. — Governor-elect   Haines. 


Getting  Honest. 
Even  Kansas  is  beginning  to  doubt  the  proprietv  of  running 
Progressive  candidates  for  elector  on  a  Republican  ticket. 
The  Progressives  in  that  state  have  appropriated  the  Repub- 
lican column  on  the  official  ballot  and  have  successfully  re- 
sisted dislodging  by  the  state  and  federal  courts.  But  they 
are  getting  a  little  ashamed  of  their  completed  burglary  and 
are  now  exhibiting  a  remorseful  willingness  to  give" back  the 
stolen  goods.  If  they  want  to  do  it  eight  candidates  for 
elector  pledged  to  Roosevelt  and  Johnson  can  remain  on  a 
Republican  ballot  carrying  the  names  of  Taft  and  Sherman 
as  presidential  and  vice-presidential  nominees.  But  the 
pressure  of  moral  sentiment  has  made  it  uncomfortable  for 
the  Roosevelt  and  Johnson  supporters  to  stay  where  they  are, 
and  they  are  likely  to  protect  themselves  from  public  censure 
by  quitting  the  Republican  column  and  seeking  election,  not 
as   Republicans,  but  as   Progressives. — New  Xork    Tribune. 


He  Will  Get  It. 
Governor   Hiram    Johnson    wants   privacy.     If   he    will    only 
be  patient  he  will  have  it  after  the  5th  of  November. — New 
York   Times. 

mttm 

Liechtenstein,    the    smallest    of    Europe's    sovereign 

states,  has  a  monarch,  a  parliament,  but  no  taxes  and 

ly.     It  is  preparing  to  celebrate  the  second  cen- 

<f  its  independence.     Prince  John  II  provides  its 

es,   and  in   return   nominates  three  of  its  fifteen 

jers  of  parliament. 

n   aerial   railway   forty  miles  long,   with  fifteen   or 
een  towers  to  every  mile  of  cable,  has  been  begun 
I  connect  Manizale's  and  Mariquita,  Colombia. 


October  12,  1912. 


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NEW    YORK'S    NEXT    GOVERNOR. 


Three  Richmonds  in  the  Field,  and   Each  Has  Claims  of  a 
Notable  Kind. 


Whatever  the  outcome  a  month  hence,  the  Empire 
State  will  see  a  gubernatorial  campaign  of  more  well- 
founded  personal  enthusiasm  and  more  wide-spread 
and  distinctive  popularity  of  the  candidates  than  any 
it  has  witnessed  for  a  generation.  Job  E.  Hedges,  the 
Republican  nominee,  is  better  known  to  the  voters  in 
all  parts  of  the  state  than  his  opponents,  but  Oscar 
Straus,  the  Bull-Moose  nominee,  and  Congressman 
William  Sulzer,  the  Democratic  standard-bearer,  have 
long  been  in  public  gaze  and  their  character  and  accom- 
plishments are  well  known.  It  will  be  a  pretty  fight, 
though  it  is  a  triangular  one,  and  good  oratory,  sting- 
ing epigrams,  and  picturesque  presentments  of  political 
history  will  be  features  of  every  meeting.  To  those 
even  who  have  a  detached  and  disdainfully  tolerant 
regard  for  campaigns  in  general  this  will  offer  some 
interesting  developments. 

AYhen  Oscar  Straus  was  spasmodically  taken  out  of 
the  everywhere,  so  to  speak,  and  brought  into  the  here 
by  an  unexpected  and  emotional  sortie  at  the  Progres- 
sive convention,  there  was  a  gush  of  good  feeling  evi- 
dent in  all  the  political  channels.  Mr.  Straus  is  an 
able  and  honored  citizen.  He  has  been  a  cabinet  of- 
ficer, an  ambassador  extraordinary  and  plenipotentiary, 
a  member  of  the  Court  of  Arbitration  at  The  Hague, 
and  of  many  distinguished  societies.  He  is  a  lawyer, 
a  social  economist,  an  author,  and  a  public-spirited 
leader  in  civic  affairs.  In  his  sixty-second  year  he  is 
still  animated  by  the  desire  to  aid  his  fellow-men. 
Already  he  has  started  on  a  tour  of  speechmaking 
which  will  introduce  him  to  the  up-state  people.  In 
Manhattan  he  needs  no  introduction. 

The  Republican  convention  at  Saratoga  which  nomi- 
nated Mr.  Hedges  made  some  usual  features  conspicu- 
ous by  their  absence.  There  was  no  boss,  there  were 
no  Star  Chamber  proceedings,  and  there  was  little  of 
the  manoeuvring  and  jockeying  for  position  that  com- 
monly mark  such  meetings  in  a  great  state  with  vast 
and  complicated  interests.  Yet  there  was  no  lack  of 
serious  purpose  and  consideration.  Mr.  Hedges  was 
the  choice  of  a  third  of  the  delegates  from  the  be- 
ginning, and  his  most  formidable  competitor,  Mr.  James 
W.  Wadsworth,  Jr.,  won  the  next  highest  prize  in  his 
nomination  for  lieutenant-governor.  There  was  good 
stuff  in  many  of  the  nominating  speeches,  though  the 
most  pointed  remarks  were  directed  toward  that  former 
Republican  idol,  the  modest  warrior  of  Oyster  Bay. 
A  negro  delegate  characterized  the  ex-President  as  a 
Jekvll-Hyde,  and  declared  that  if  it  had  not  been  for 
the  courageous  black  men  at  San  Juan  Hill  there  would 
now  be  no  Progressive  party.  Other  references,  the 
reverse  of  complimentary,  were  made  by  the  speakers, 
and  it  was  easily  seen  that  the  resentment  Mr.  Roose- 
velt has  awakened  was  an  incentive  to  action.  Most 
notable,  however,  was  the  fact  that  the  voice  of  no 
master  dictated  the  nomination  of  Mr.  Hedges,  as  in 
the  years  past  such  a  voice  had  named  Roosevelt,  Odell. 
Higgins,  Hughes,  and  Stimson.  The  honor  came — not 
unsought,  indeed,  for  Mr.  Hedges  assumes  no  mock 
shyness — with  hearty  and  general  good  will. 

Mr.  Hedges  is  in  his  fifty-first  year,  a  graduate  of 
Princeton  University  and  Columbia  Law  School,  a 
lawyer,  and  has  been  prominent  in  political  affairs  since 
1895,  when  he  helped  to  manage  Mayor  Strong's  cam- 
paign and  afterward  became  his  private  secretary.  He 
was  a  deputy  attorney-general  in  1900,  when  Governor 
Roosevelt  selected  him  to  prosecute  the  election  fraud 
cases.  In  190S  President  Roosevelt  offered  to  make 
him  assistant  treasurer  of  the  United  States  in  New- 
York,  but  Mr.  Hedges  declined  the  place.  He  has 
been  a  favorite  campaign  speaker  for  the  Republican 
national  and  state  tickets,  and  knows  the  people  of 
Xew  York  in  city,  town,  and  country  better  than  any- 
other  man  in  public  life.  Some  deprecate  the  fact  that 
he  is  also  a  favorite  after-dinner  speaker,  and  famous 
for  his  wit,  but  humor  is  a  valuable  asset  when  united 
with  honesty  and  common  sense,  as  the  American  pub- 
lic that  holds  Abraham  Lincoln  and  Mark  Twain  in 
loving  remembrance  well  know. 

There  is  in  existence,  if  not  read  as  familiarly  as  it 
deserves,  a  volume  written  years  ago  by  Mr.  Hedges 
on  "Common  Sense  in  Politics."  Some  of  its  para- 
graphs take  on  new  points  in  the  present  campaign ; 
such  for  instance  as:  "The  most  pathetic  case  is  the 
man  who  thinks  he  is  in  himself  a  moral  reform." 
"While  charges  of  inconsistency,  maladministration, 
and  graft  are  occupying  public  attention,  it  may  be 
pertinent  to  remark  that  the  political  crime  of  the  pres- 
ent decade  is  not  larceny,  but  hypocrisy."  "Govern- 
ment is  a  thing  to  live  under  not  on."  I  quote  these 
as  examples  of  Mr.  Hedges's  ability  to  put  a  striking 
thought  in  concise  terms,  and  if  brevity  is  the  soul  of 
wit,  as  the  philosophers  allege,  he  has  not  won  without 
merit  his  title  as  a  speaker  of  epigrammatic  pungency. 

Congressman  Sulzer,  the  last  of  the  three  candidates 
to  be  put  in  the  race,  is  also  well  known  throughout 
the  state.  He  was  speaker  of  the  assembly  twenty 
years  ago  when  he  first  decided  to  go  to  the  national 
legislature,  and  has  spoken  since  that  time  in  every 
campaign.  He  has  long  been  a  candidate  for  governor, 
and  his  strength  in  the  Democratic  strongholds  of  the 
East  Side  was  a  leading  factor  in  his  success  at  the 
convention.  One  of  the  pleasing  incidents  of  his  nomi- 
nation was  the  speech  by  Augustus  Thomas,  the  drama- 
tist, who  is  always  enthusiastic  in  politics  and  employs 


his  dramatic  ability  effectively.  Mr.  Thomas  remem- 
bered or  was  happily  advised  of  an  endorsement  given 
to  Mr.  Sulzer  some  time  ago  by  Mr.  Oscar  Straus,  and 
recalled  it  with  marked  appreciation  when  he  held  the 
platform  for  his  allotted  ten  minutes.  Mr.  Sulzer  was 
instrumental  in  having  the  Russian  treaty  of  1832  abro- 
gated when  Congress  passed  the  resolution  calling  at- 
tention to  the  discrimination  shown  by  Russia  against 
the  Jews,  and  at  a  dinner  at  the  Cafe  Boulevard  soon 
afterward  Mr.  Straus  commended  Mr.  Sulzer's  vigor- 
ous efforts  and  is  said  to  have  asserted  that  he  would 
vote  for  the  congressman  for  governor  should  the 
future  give  him  an  opportunity.  Mr.  Straus  will  keep 
the  promise  if  he  made  it,  for  he  is  not  only  sincere  but 
generous. 

With  three  such  Richmonds  in  the  field  there  will  be 
no  dearth  of  campaign  glory.  There  can  be  but  one 
conqueror,  of  course,  but  the  contest  will  be  worth 
while.  And  the  winner,  two  years  hence,  when  his  term 
is  over,  may  not  look  back  with  unmixed  satisfaction 
to  the  result.  The  governorship  of  Xew  York  is  only 
tentatively  established  as  a  stepoing-stone  to  higher 
fame.  Grover  Cleveland  left  it  to  be  chosen  President. 
Theodore  Roosevelt  was  lifted  out  of  it  by  Boss  Piatt 
and  fate  advanced  him  to  the  presidency.  Governor 
Hughes  left  it  to  become  a  justice  of  the  United  States 
Supreme  Court.  Governor  Dix,  now  approaching  the 
end  of  his  incumbency,  was  not  even  seriously  con- 
sidered for  a  second  term,  though  his  administration 
was  perfunctorilv  endorsed.  Flaneur. 

Xew  York,  October  4,  1912. 


One  of  the  most  effective  exhibits  of  patent  medicine 
fakery  made  at  the  Congress  of  Hygiene  in  Washing- 
ton is  an  exposure  of  a  nerve  food,  which  is  simply 
cottage  cheese  with  a  little  sodium  glycero-phosphate 
added  (says  the  Xew  Orleans  Picayune).  The  adver- 
tisement claimed  "over  700  per  cent  more  tissue-build- 
ing, life-sustaining  nourishment  than  wheat  flour." 
But  the  experts  showed  that  more  than  a  dollar's  worth 
of  the  stuff  can  be  made  from  ten  cents'  worth  of 
skimmed  milk,  and  that  five  cents'  worth  of  wheat  flour 
is  more  than  an  equivalent  in  "tissue-building,  life- 
giving  nourishment."  An  eye  wash  was  examined 
which  consisted  mainly  of  borax,  which  cost  five  cents 
a  gallon  and  sold  for  $128  a  gallon.  The  grimmest  of 
the  exhibits  showed  testimonials  from  five  consumptives 
"cured"  by  a  patent  medicine  and  under  each  glowing 
tribute  the  date  on  which  the  patient  died  of  consump- 
tion. Colonel  Mulberry  Sellers  was  right  when  he  said, 
"There's  millions  in  it,"  though  some  one  else  gets  the 
millions. 

The  oldest  museum  in  the  world  may  be  found  in  the 
city  of  Xara,  the  former  capital  of  japan.  Since  its 
foundation,  in  756,  it  has  gone  through  all  the  changes 
of  the  Japanese  empire  without  one  single  addition  to 
its  collection.  Dr.  Otto  Kummel  is  one  of  the  few  Eu- 
ropeans who  were  permitted  to  visit  this  museum.  It 
opens  its  doors  but  once  a  year,  on  a  day  in  spring,  when 
a  special  committee  inspects  the  collection,  and  a  new 
list  is  made  out.  The  museum  contains  about  3000 
articles,  which  are  said  to  be  the  most  beautiful  speci- 
mens of  decorative  work  which  have  ever  been  pro- 
duced by  human  hand,  such  as  lacquer  wrare,  decora- 
tive furniture,  enamel  ware,  cambric-like  fabric,  etc. 
The  origin  of  the  majority  of  the  articles  is  uncertain ; 
some  came  from  China  and  others  from  Korea,  but 
most  of  them  appear  to  be  of  a  more  exotic  origin. 
All,  however,  came  of  a  time  prior  to  the  year  756. 


In  some  parts  of  Holland  the  farmers  have  taken  the 
hint  from  nature,  and  as  the  result  have  their  own  gas 
plants.  On  the  drained  marshy  land,  below  the  sea 
level,  natural  gas  is  quite  plentiful,  and  plants  have  been 
installed  to  put  it  to  practical  use.  The  installation 
comprises  a  well,  into  which  water  from  the  soil  filters, 
with  a  gas  generator  placed  therein,  this  extracting  the 
gaseous  properties  from  the  water  and  conducting  them 
to  a  reservoir  containing  a  supply  for  the  house.  The 
gas  thus  obtained  provides  all  the  wants  for  cooking, 
heating,  and  lighting  in  the  house  or  any  other  part  of 
the  farmyard.  After  the  plant  is  once  installed,  which 
is  at  a  small  expense,  the  cost  is  absolutely  nothing, 
and  the  quality  of  the  gas  is   said  to  be   particularly 

good. 

■■■ 

A  reformation  of  the  Chinese  language  seems  not  un- 
likely, for  the  educational  conference  which  recently 
met  in  Peking,  headed  by  the  minister  of  education, 
has  passed  resolutions  looking  toward  the  adoption  of 
a  phonetic  alphabet.  It  was  made  clear  that  the  igno- 
rance of  the  common  people  is  due  in  large  measure  to 
the  difficulties  of  the  Chinese  written  language. 


Were  it  not  for  the  travel  and  resident  foreign  popu- 
lation attracted  by  religious  interest,  and  the  extensive 
charitable  and  other  contributions  which  flow  to  it  from 
all  over  the  world,  Jerusalem  with  a  population  of 
80,000,  would  be  of  very  small  importance  commercially. 
Fully  two-thirds  of  its  population  consists  of  non- 
producers,  who  are  supported  from  abroad. 

One  of  the  most  interesting  ships  afloat  is  the  Eagle, 
which  lies  in  one  of  the  docks  in  the  River  Mersey, 
England.  For  more  than  fifty  years  the  Eagle  has 
served  as  a  training  ship.  It  was  launched  in  1804, 
and  took  part  in  several  important  engagements  in  the 
early  part  of  the  last  century,  when  the  Xapoleonic 
power  was  at  its  height. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Mrs.  David  Chambers  McCan,  who  has  just  been  ap- 
pointed a  civil  service  commissioner  in  Los  Angeles,  is 
said  to  be  the  first  woman  in  this  country  holding  such 
a  position. 

Chung  Mun  Yew,  the  first  ambassador  to  the  United 
States  from  the  Chinese  republic,  is  a  Yale  man,  and 
was  coxswain  on  the  crew.  He  is  a  member  of  the 
D.  K.  E.  fraternity,  being  the  only  Chinese  in  this 
country  so  honored. 

Professor  Motoori,  who  was  commissioned  to  com- 
pose the  dirge  to  be  used  at  the  funeral  of  the  late 
Emperor  of  Japan,  is  a  prominent  member  of  the  fac- 
ulty of  the  Imperial  Academy  of  Music  at  Ulyeno. 
He  has  written  a  number  of  musical  compositions, 
some  of  which  have  been  heard  in  public. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Christopher  of  Xew  York  is  the  first 
woman  in  this  country  to  be  appointed  an  inspector  in 
a  fire  prevention  bureau.  Her  salary  is  $1200  a  year. 
She  has  been  assigned  to  the  cloak,  suit,  and  skirt  fac- 
tories in  the  metropolis,  which  number  more  than  500 
and  employ  about  100,000  persons,  mostlv  women. 

Professor  Rudolph  Eucken,  who  is  at  Harvard  as 
exchange  professor  from  Germany,  won  the  Xobel 
prize  for  literature  in  1908.  He  was  a  school-teacher 
for  several  years,  and  in  1871  was  professor  of  philos- 
ophy in  Barel.  Since  1874  he  has  occupied  the  same 
position  at  Jena.  In  1908  he  was  made  a  member  of 
the  Royal  Swedish  Academy  of  Science.  Well-known 
philosophical  works  have  come  from  his  pen. 

\\  infield  Scott  Tinsman,  elected  a  few  days  ago  as 
chairman  of  the  General  Managers'  Association  of  Chi- 
cago and  of  the  Association  of  Western  Railways,  has 
worked  his  way  up  from  the  bottom  of  the  ladder.  He 
entered  the  railway  service  in  1882  at  Trenton,  Mis- 
souri, as  office-boy  for  the  Rock  Island  line,  and  con- 
tinued as  an  employee  of  the  same  road  until  he  had 
climbed  from  telegraph  operator  to  the  position  of  gen- 
eral manager  at  Chicago.  Last  February  he  was  ap- 
pointed assistant  to  President  Mudge  of  the  Rock 
Island. 

Dr.  William  His,  considered  by  the  medical  pro- 
fession as  the  greatest  living  authority  on  the  human 
heart,  recently  came  to  this  country  for  the  first  time, 
being  a  delegate  to  the  Congress  of  Hygiene  and 
Demography.  He  is  best  known  as  the  discoverer  of 
"the  His  bundle."  the  muscles  that  connect  the  heart 
chambers.  Dr.  His  laid  the  foundation  for  most  of 
the  recent  advances  made  in  the  study  of  heart  diseases. 
He  is  privy  councilor,  professor  of  internal  medicine  at 
the  University  of  Berlin,  and  director  of  the  first  medi- 
cal clinic  at  the  Royal  Charite  Hospital,  Berlin. 

Richard  Dean  Waugh,  mayor  of  Winnipeg,  and  re- 
cently elected  vice-president  of  the  Union  of  Canadian 
Municipalities,  though  immensely  wealthy  began  his  ca- 
reer as  a  junior  clerk  in  a  Winnipeg  law  office.  He 
came  from  Scotland  at  the  age  of  fifteen.  Land  possi- 
bilities attracted  him  when  a  little  older,  and  to  real 
estate  and  financial  manoeuvring  is  due  his  fortune.  He 
is  a  champion  of  the  good  roads  movement  in  his  neigh- 
borhood and  is  known  as  the  pioneer  worker  for  the 
public  baths  and  playgrounds  in  the  city.  He  is  a 
member  of  several  athletic  clubs,  and  is  an  enthusiast 
at  curling,  cricket,  and  swimming. 

Sir  Ralph  Williams,  who  has  resigned  as  governor 
of  Xewfoundland,  has  had  a  long  diplomatic  career, 
during  which  he  has  been  in  many  important  situations. 
For  a  time  he  was  treasurer  of  Gibraltar  and  sat  on 
the  gate  to  the  East.  Then  he  was  secretary  at  Bar- 
badoes  and  saw  a  quarter  of  the  population  swept  off 
the  earth  by  a  hurricane.  But  it  was  in  Africa  that  he 
had  his  largest  experience,  ruling  over  blacks  and 
Boers.  He  first  saw  the  Dark  Continent  in  1S82,  dur- 
ing a  hunting  trip.  In  1901  he  was  made  governor  of 
Bechuanaland,  with  C.  M.  G.  as  a  decoration  of  merit. 
Sir  Ralph  was  appointed  governor  of  Xewfoundland 
about  three  years  ago.  He  is  sixty-four  years  of  age. 
and  in  retiring  does  so  to  spend  the  remainder  of  his 
life  in  leisure. 

Rear-Admiral  Lucien  Young.  U.  S.  X..  died  October 
3  at  the  Waldorf-Astoria  Hotel  in  Xew  York  of  a 
hemorrhage  after  an  illness  of  one  day.  Lucien  Young 
was  born  at  Lexington,  Kentucky.  March  21.  1852.  the 
son  of  Richard  Bosworth  Young.  He  was  appointed 
to  the  Xaval  Academy  from  Kentucky  and  was  grad- 
uated in  1873.  His  early  career  iri  the  navy  was 
marked  by  many  episodes  that  proved  his  courage  under 
conditions  of  excitement  and  danger.  He  won  manv 
medals  and  testimonials  by  saving  the  lives  of  his  fel- 
lows in  the  service.  He  was  sent  on  special  dutv  to 
the  Paris  exposition  in  1878,  was  for  a  long  time  in 
the  departments  of  war  and  the  navy  in  Washington, 
and  was  in  service  in  Hawaii  at  the  time  of  the  revn- 
lution.  From  1899  to  1900  he  was  captain  of  the  port 
of  Havana  and  then  was  made  commandant  of  the 
United  States  naval  station  at  Havana.  At  the  time 
of  the  San  Francisco  earthquake  he  was  captain  of  the 
Mare  Island  Navy  Yard  and  received  the  commenda- 
tion of  the  Secretary  he  Navy  for  his  part  in  the 
relief  work,  i  Ian, I  lie  was  transferred  to 
Key  West.  H  nn'ed  to  the  rank  of  rear- 
admiral  in  1910.  1  ,  Real  Hawaii"  his  books 
include  a  work  on  <;  1  a  volume  on  archaeo- 
logical researches  ii' 
Washington,  in  June  Pari 
He  had  no  children. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  12,  1912. 


PART   OF    THE    PRICE. 


How  Chance  Decided  Who  Should  Endow  a  Charity. 


"See."  the  clergyman  pointed  a  moral,  "what  comes 
of  the  root  of  evil !" 

Canon  Beardsley  Triphook  was  forever  pointing  a 
moral  and  adorning  the  Devil's  tail  with  tin  cans.  He 
was  atrabilious  browed,  forbidding  of  aspect  and 
tongue.  His  savage  Amazon's  arrow  was  tipped  with 
"Thou  shalt  not !"  God  was  indeed  in  His  heaven,  dis- 
tant, the  Prince  of  Darkness  here  at  hand,  prowling  to 
and  fro  and  up  and  down  the  footstool.  Week  days 
well  as  Sundays,  in  season  and  out,  Beardsley  was  to 
be  seen  hot  on  the  spoor  of  Satan,  heard  giving  tre- 
mendous tongue.  The  ear  tires  of  homily  as  the  mouth 
of  hominy.  His  hearers  gave  him  no  heed.  Once  lend 
him  an  ear,  he'd  never  willingly  give  it  back  to  you. 

"See,"  he  repeated,  "what  comes  of  the  root  of  all 
evil !" 

"Brussels  sprouts!"  adventured  the  soldier  of  for- 
tune, "Kale !" 

The  canon  looked  shell  and  other  explosives.  Cap- 
tain Ruggles  stood  the  fire  bravely,  like  a  good  one. 
Life  he  took  easily,  as  a  huge  joke,  albeit  grim.  Gen- 
tleman unafraid,  he  fought  for  the  fun  of  the  thing. 
War  was  the  greatest  of  games,  bar  none,  not  even 
football.  Unread  in  Ruskin  and  Shakespeare,  scarred 
from  crown  to  sole,  he  played  the  game  and  jested  at 
wounds.  A  charming  man  leading  a  charmed  life,  the 
ladies  thought  him,  and  opened  fire  on  him  on  sight. 
An  outlaw  of  love,  also,  a  man  without  conscience  or 
country,  hear  the  canon. 

A  sudden  explosion  shattered  the  uncomfortable 
silence  to  bits.  Every  one  gasped,  the  guiltv  included. 
It  was  an  explosion  of  laughter.  That  Captain  Ruggles, 
agnostic — that  is  to  say  in  Latin,  ignoramus — should 
trifle  with  Canon  Triphook,  let  alone  to  his  face  call 
money  kale — incongruity  could  go  no  farther. 

The  great  cleric  cleared  his  throat.  "Captain 
Ruggles,"  he  said  and  settled  it,  "I  fail  to  see  the  joke. 
I'm  dead  in  earnest." 

"I  believe  you!"  the  agnostic  hastened  to  assure  his 
reverence.  "And  by  the  same  token,  let  me  take  a  leaf 
out  of  your  book.  Money  is  the  root  of  much  good, 
the  want  thereof,  the  radical  of  evil.  Of  the  root 
spring  branches  of  learning,  branch  libraries,  and  the 
good  things  of  life  generally.  When  it  comes  to  root- 
ing for  the  root,  neither  the  hog  nor  the  college  yell 
leader  is  in  it  with  me.  Money  is  made  to  be  spent. 
What  the  father  garners,  the  son  sows  broadcast.  If  I 
had  money  to  burn,  I  wouldn't  smoke  two-fors,  nor 
economize  on  the  gas  bill.  Honestly,  I  think  too  much 
of  money  to  speak  it  evil.  The  man  who  says  he 
doesn't  love  money  deceives  himself  and  the  truth  isn't 
in  him.  The  devil  is  his  father,  his  wife's  name  is 
Sapphira,  and  Colonel  Roosevelt,  his  ex-friend.  Every 
man  in  the  Union  is  a  millionaire  in  a  state  of  arrested 
development.  I  once  had  the  good  fortune  to  read  a 
book  against  radicalism  that  was  simply  great,  immense. 
There  was  no  gainsaying  it.  I'd  love  to  read  it  again, 
but  it's  very  hard  to  get!" 

Captain  Ruggles  paused  thoughtfully. 

"What  book  is  that,  might  I  ask?" 

"It  goes  under  no  end  of  names.     It's  a  bank-book!" 

"A  bank-book?" 

"Yes,  your  reverence,  a  bank-book.  The  moment  a 
socialist  owns  one  and  gives  it  his  prayerful  considera- 
tion he  becomes  a  conservative.  In  other  words,  let 
him  but  con  it  and  he's  pro.  A  great  change  comes 
o'er  the  spirit  of  his  dreams  of  avarice.  The  fairer  a 
man  speaks  Mammon,  the  better  off  he  is,  and  vice 
versa.  After  all  is  said  and  done,  the  demigod  isn't 
half  bad;  in  fact,  he's  good  as  gold!" 

The  well-appointed  table  applauded  the  speechifying 
Ruggles,  the  soldier  of  fortune,  the  agnostic,  the  bad 
actor,  not  so  much  for  so  graphically  expressing  their 
sentiments  as  for  his  daring  in  holding  up  the  mirror 
to  the  human  nature  known  as  Canon  Beardsley  Trip- 
hook. The  captain  was  giving  a  vaudevillainous  wine- 
inspired  imitation  of  the  clergyman  in  action,  which 
every  one  present  recognized,  except  the  principal. 

"You  mean  to  say "  the  imitated  began  senten- 

tiously,  addressing  the  chair — that  is,  the  host — rather 
than  Ruggles. 

"I  mean  to  say,"  the  captain  cut  him  short,  "that  the 
argumentum  ad  crumenam  is  irresistible,  and  one  that 
all  men  follow." 

"Present  company,  of  course,  excepted?" 

"Men  who  know  their  business,"  Ruggles  answered, 
still  playing  the  sedulous  ape  to  the  solemn  cloth,  "men 
who  know  their  business  go  to  church  and  heed  the 
appeal  to  their  pockets  because  it  pays  to  lend  to  the 
Lord.  'Tis  money  well  spent.  They  have  their  re- 
ward on  earth.  Mammon  is  their  god  and  gold  their 
religion." 

"And  that's  no  lie !"  approved  the  explosive  guest. 

"Yes,  it  is!"  Ruggles  contradicted.  "The  worst  sort 
ol  a  lie,  the  half-truth." 

"I'm  afraid,  Captain  Ruggles,"  the  canon  said, 
smooth  as  his  cheek  was  shaved,  slick  as  his  hair  was 
combed,  "you  judge  all  men  by  yourself.  'Tis  a  vulgar 
mistake.  You're  a  free  lance,  a  mercenary;  all  your 
life  you  have  fought  on  the  side  of  money,  for  money. 
You  have  yrur  price;  ergo,  all  men  have  theirs.  To 
deny    God   as   vou   do   is   to  affirm   Mammon.     Thank 


goodness, 
price." 


I   know   one  man   present   who  has   not   his 

captain  admitted.  "I  affirm  Mammon  with 

'  am  his  lip-server.     I  speak  the  true  word 

in  jest.     Let's  go  to  the  root  of  the  mattei, 

where  we  bega'i.     Let  us  see,  just  for  fun, 


which  of  us  loves  money  the  more.  My  gains,  I  take 
your  word  for  it,  are  ill-gotten ;  yours,  I  take  for 
granted,  are  well-gotten.  For  mine,  I  have,  let's  as- 
sume, paid  perdition.  You,  for  yours,  have  paid — plus 
Paradise.     You  play  poker,  Canon  Triphook?" 

"Xo,  I  do  not,  not  for  money;  once  in  a  great  while 
I  do,  just  for  fun.     Why?" 

"Why?  I  will  tell  you  why.  We  will  play  freeze- 
out,  you  and  I.  until  one  or  the  other  of  us  is  broke, 
dead  broke.     The " 

"We  will  do  nothing  of  the  sort,  Captain " 

"Just  a  moment.  The  whole  caboodle  to  go  to  the 
sweetest  of  all  charities,  the  Children's  Hospital.  'In- 
asmuch as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one  of  these  my  little 
ones,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me.' " 

"Xo,  thanks,  I  don't  gamble." 

"Xor  conduct  raffles,  nor  charge  exorbitant  prices  at 
church  bazars?" 

"That's  quite  another  matter.     Xo  one  is " 

"Granted,  but  let  us  not  get  away  from  the  root. 
Will  you  play  me,  or  will  you  not?  Have  a  care  for 
your  answer.  These  present  are.  for  the  most  part, 
your  parishioners,  the  best-to-do  of  them,  therefore  the 
most  influential.  Is  your  love  of  gold,  weighed  in  the 
balance,  found  wanting?     Will  you  play  with  me?" 

"You  are  the  better  player;  'tis  unfair,  you  play  for 
money  habitually." 

"I  do  not.  But  if  I  did,  what  of  it?  Your  money 
goes  to  a  noble  cause.  I  could  quote  you  to  that  effect 
from  now  till  midnight.  I  do  not  get  a  penny  of  it. 
You  have  doubtless  more  than  I,  and  the  advantage. 
Will  you  play?" 

"My  knowledge  of  poker  is  practically  nil.  Gentle- 
men, I  don't  think  it's  quite " 

"Will  you  play,  yes  or  no?" 

"Your  aim  is  to  belittle  me  in  the  eyes  of " 

"It  is  in  your  power  to  exalt  yourself.  Play !  No 
man  here  will  ever  accuse  you  of  gambling.  Neither 
will  the  recording  angel.  The  Children's  Hospital  is 
sadly  in  need  of  funds.  Your  knowledge  of  poker  is 
easily  the  equal  of  mine,  and  more  than  sufficient  for 
the  purpose  in  hand.     Gentlemen,  the  cards !" 

The  host  got  up  from  the  table,  and  produced  a  new 
pack.  A  murmur  of  applause  was  followed  by  a  hush 
of  interest.  The  clergyman  grew  pale,  his  reversed 
collar  chokingly  tight.     He  coughed  noncommittally. 

"No,  gentlemen.  Gambling  is  against  the  law.  As 
a  citizen " 

"Wait  a  minute !"  prayed  the  unruffled  Ruggles. 
"This  is  a  private  house,  the  home  of  one  of  our  ablest 
and  most  honorable  law-givers.  We  will  abide  by  his 
decision.  Senator,  in  the  name  of  all  that  is  holy  and 
of  good  repute,  is  there  any  wrong,  legal  or  moral,  in 
what  I  propose?" 

"None ! — that  I  can  see !" 

The  table,  which  included  two  superior  judges,  con- 
curred. 

"Good,"  said  Ruggles.  "We  are  not  gambling,  in 
the  spirit  of  the  law;  we  are  merely  letting  the  demi- 
god Chance  decide  which  of  us,  saint  or  sinner,  gives 
his  all  to  that  which  covers  a  multitude  of  sins." 

"No,"  squirmed  the  sinless,  "I  really  can  not  play 
poker  for  money — under  any  circumstances  whatever. 
It  would  not  be  right.  I  must  be  the  judge  of 
what " 

"Very  well,"  agreed  the  taker  of  chances,  "we  will 
not  play  poker;  we  will  both  play  a  losing  game,  a 
game  so  simple  that  a  child,  a  cripple  of  understand- 
ing, can  play  it.  We  will  throw  out  the  face  cards  and 
cut  turn  about.  Our  host  will  do  the  shuffling.  Tudee 
Galsworthy  was  once  an  expert  accountant.  Let  him 
keep  tab  on  us.  The  idea  is  this:  Every  spot  turned 
up  means  a  ten-spot  for  the  Children's  Hospital.  Thus, 
if  I  cut  a  deuce,  I  donate  twenty  dollars;  should  the 
canon  cut  a  nine,  he  donates  ninety  dollars,  and  so  on 
till  one  of  us  is  clean  busted.  Xo  shinanegan,  no  hold- 
ing back  part  of  the  price ;  we  will  sell  all  that  we  have 
and  give  it  to  God's  veriest  poor  until  one  has  no  more 
to  sell  and  give.  One  of  us  goes  out  of  here  in  the 
clothes  he  stands  up  in.  The  rest  he  has  sold  at  a  sac- 
rifice or  for  whatever  these  gentlemen,  good  sports  and 
speculators  all,  are  minded  to  offer.  The  children,  God 
bless  'em !     I  have  none !" 

Captain  Ruggles,  looking  every  inch  the  soldier  and 
gentleman  of  fortune,  stood  up,  raised  his  glass  with 
steady  hand,  and  drained  carefree  his  wine. 

The  soldier  of  the  cross  drank  his  water  sitting  down 
— every  drop,  save  what  he  spilled. 

The  mercenary,  still  standing,  took  the  biggest  of 
gold  pieces  out  of  a  pocket.     "Heads  or  tails,  canon  ?" 

"For  what?" 

"For  who  doesn't  cut  first." 

"Heads!"  called  the  canon.     "Xo,  tails,  I  mean!" 

"Which  do  you  mean?"  the  captain  asked,  his  sword 
hand  still  over  the  coin. 

"Heads." 

"Heads  it  is.     I  lose." 

The  host  shuffled  the  cards  with  admirable  legerde- 
main. The  more  distant  guests  rose  and  leaned  across 
the  round  table.  A  shuffling  of  feet  accompanied  the 
shuffling  of  cards.  The  captain  sat  down,  lighted  a 
cigar,  and  cut — a  ten. 

The  clergyman  smiled  straight  across  the  bloodless 
face  of  him. 

"Good — for  the  children!"  the  man  of  fortune  com- 
mented, tumbled  the  fruit  on  the  table,  and  dropped 
five  gold  twenties  in  the  great  silver  dish.  The  money 
itself  seemed  to  applaud  the  action.  Judge  Galsworthy, 
as  recording  angel,  gave  credit  where  credit  was  due. 
The  table,  bar  one,  gave  Ruggles  a  hearty  hand.  It 
was  the  cleric's  turn. 

He    cut   a    three    and,    looking   disappointed   that    it 


wasn't  an  ace,  fumbled  in  his  pockets.  A  ten-dollar 
bill,  three  five-dollar  gold  pieces,  four  silver  dollars, 
and  two  halves  eventually  found  their  way  into  the 
fruit  dish.  The  hand-clapping,  for  all  that  the  captain 
led  it,  was  perfunctory. 

The  canon  turned  on  the  captain  an  eye  that  crowed. 

"Pray  Mammon  I  beat  you!"  Ruggles  threw  back  at 
him  with  an  intensity  of  feeling  that  shook  the  table 
and  betrayed  something  back  of  the  present  discussion, 
some  old  sore  reopened,  some  old  score  to  be  settled — 
the  bitterness,  maybe,  of  having  no  child  to  God-bless, 
thanks  to  the  omnipotence  of  money. 

"Pray  Mammon  I  beat  you!"  the  captain  repeated, 
just  at  the  ticklish  moment. 

Canon  Triphook  cut  a  nine-spot. 

"That's  not  fair!"  he  complained.     "Xo  talking!" 

The  table  laughed  him  to  scorn.  For  all  his  cloth, 
he  was  mere  man  now1,  nor  raised  above  the  rest  of 
them  his  pulpit's  height. 

The  captain  continued  to  be  the  heavier  loser;  like- 
wise the  better.  "The  more,  the  merrier  for  the  little 
ones;  the  fewer,  the  better  cheer — for  me!"  The 
clergyman  sawed  wood,  that  is  to  say,  cut  cards  in 
silence;  cut  in  luck  and  chipped  accordingly  into  the 
dish.  His  funds,  however,  were  first  to  give  out. 
Whereupon,  he  must  needs  expatiate  on  the  folly  of 
carrying  large  sums  around  loose  in  one's  pockets. 
The  table  supplied  his  needs.  His  credit  was  good  as 
gold.     He  owed  no  man  anything  but  Christian  charity. 

The  table  having  contributed  its  all  to  the  crippled 
for  funds,  the  parson,  the  devil  driving  him,  put  up 
for  sale  a  cheap  lodging-house.  "It  pays  me  thirteen 
per  cent  net!"  he  boasted  and  boosted.  "That's  noth- 
ing!" said  the  buyer,  and  was  at  once  outbid.  The 
property  w:as  finally  knocked  down  far  above  its  mar- 
ket value. 

Then  the  captain  had  to  sell.  "Gentlemen,"  he 
plainly  stated  the  facts,  "it's  a  model  tenement,  and  it 
pays  three  and  a  half  per  cent — and  the  taxes." 

The  highest  bidder  bought  a  pig-in-a-poke.  Bacon 
soared  sky-high.  Ham  had  wings.  The  captain  cut 
an  ace,  and  got  three  cheers  and  a  tiger.  Whereat  he 
chewed  his  dead  havana  and  gave  his  god  thanks.  The 
ex-expert  accountant  announced  the  totals.  Captain 
and  clergyman  were  neck  and  neck.  Already  the  hos- 
pital stood  erect,  and  bid  fair,  before  the  night's  work 
was  done,  to  front  on  Easy  Street. 

Cut  as  he  might,  Canon  Triphook  must  now  be  the 
greater  giver.  A  seven  it  was.  The  lodging-house 
was  going  by  the  board,  the  bookkeeping  was  getting 
complicated.  Three  to  two  on  the  captain  was  offered, 
with  no  takers.  Hard-headed  business  men  stand  ever 
ready  to  back  their  sentiments.  'Twas  the  shuffling 
superior  judge  that  made  the  offer,  and,  at  the  instance 
of  his  pastor,  was  disqualified  as  card  manipulator. 

But  Ruggles,  despite  the  psychology  of  the  crowd, 
was  playing  in  bad  luck.  Money  kept  deserting  him, 
in  squads  of  six  and  seven  privates.  Unless  his  phe- 
nomenal fortune  in  war  stood  by  him,  he  must  lose. 
There  was  no  help  for  him.  The  canon  was,  by  far, 
the  richer  man.  Again  they  were  even.  The  canon 
cried  quits.  The  soldier  wouldn't  hear  of  it.  Xeither 
would  the  unanimous  mob.  All  the  world  hates  a 
quitter.     To  a  finish ! 

The  captain  continued  to  cut  high;  the  clergyman, 
low.  The  less  the  canon  lost,  the  more  interest  he  took 
in  the  game,  the  more  he  wanted  to  win  for  winning's 
sake;  the  more  he  forgot  that,  as  in  war,  he,  too,  must 
lose;  that  their  joint  loss  was  the  children's  gain.  The 
crowd  began  to  give  him  a  genuine  hand.  His  good 
fortune  went  to  his  head  like  wine.  He  opened  his 
broad  slit  of  a  mouth.  "What's  the  matter  with  Mam- 
mon ?"  he  mocked.  "Asleep?  Or  gone  on  a  journey?" 
The  devil-fighter,  too,  can  quote  Scripture  to  his  pur- 
pose. 

"Mammon,"  retorted  his  lip-server,  "may  yet  wake 
up.  Xone  of  you  fellows  have  heard  me  hollering, 
have  vou?"  And  once  again  the  mob  to  a  man  was 
with  Ruggles.  "Come  home,  you  Mammon!"  he  cried; 
and  cut  an  ace ! 

Then  and  there  his  luck  turned.  He  couldn't  lose; 
cut  high.  The  thing  was  uncanny.  At  least,  the  table 
felt  it  to  be  so,  and  kept  uttering  ejaculations  to  that 
effect.  Mammon  became  palpable,  and  his  stocks  went 
up  with  a  rush. 

The  shuffler  was  changed;  the  captain  blindfolded, 
at  his  own  request.  Ace.  deuce,  tray ;  tray,  deuce,  ace. 
until  the  soldier  of  the  One  and  Only  began  to  show 
abject  fear,  and  that  not  of  poverty.  A  second  bit  of 
real  estate,  improved  after  a  profitable  fashion,  must 
needs  be  sold.  The  blindfolded  captain  looked  grim 
as  if  he  were  about  to  be  stood  up  against  the  wall  and 
shot.  He  was  dead  in  earnest  now.  Win  and  then 
the  lead  that  ends  it  all  ?     Gladly  ! 

The  plavers  were  even  once  more.  "This  foolish- 
ness," quoth  his  reverence,  "has  gone,  far  enough.  I 
have  a  wife  and  child!" 

"I  know  it!"  says  the  captain.     "Your  turn! 

The  clergyman's  lips  moved,  and  he,  too,  cut  an  ace. 

The  captain  cut  an  eight,  and  for  the  third  time  the 
children  were  the  more  indebted  to  the  man  of  war 
Surely  they  must  be  smiling  in  their  troubled  sleep! 
Even  the  bat  would  be  elad  to  bear  such  news. 

That  ended  the  captain's  run  of  good  luck.  The 
gold  god  seemed  to  have  shot  his  bolt,  and  from  a  phe- 
nomenal burst  of  speed  slowed  down  to  a  walk.  The 
bungalow  in  which  the  old  warrior  bached  was  put  up 
and' knocked 'down— for  all  it  was  worth,  but  no  more. 
The  on-lookers  had  seen  too  much  of  the  game.  1  heir 
interest  was  visiblv  waning  when  the  scor»-keeper  came 
to  announce  that  the  captain  had  but  a  hur. 
left  to  play.     Ruggles  tore  the  handkercluc 


October  12,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


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eyes,  and  cut — a  ten,  the  chances  nine  to  one  against 
his  so  doing.  The  game  was  over.  He  had  lost — and 
won. 

Smiling,  he  stood  up.  "Canon  Triphook,"  he  said 
evenly.  "I  congratulate  you,  albeit  your  victory  is 
rather  hollow.  Neither  of  us  is  young;  the  chances 
are  against  either  amassing  another  fortune.  We  both 
are  bound  to  go  naked  whence  naked  we  came.  You 
have  a  child.  I  have  none — of  my  own.  Your  life  is 
insured.  Mine  is  not.  Dying  rich  is  a  disgrace  you 
have  saved  me  from.  But  you  have  not  changed  my 
mind  one  iota.  I  hold  no  brief  for  poverty,  am  no 
devil's  advocate.  To  my  notion,  poverty  is  the  devil  in- 
carnate. Genius  may  be  thus  pitchforked,  or  flayed 
alive,  into  crying  like  a  lost  soul  down  the  ages;  but 
it's  better,  canon,  for  common  folks  like  you  and  me 
to  make  a  noise  like  ready  money.  You  have  bested 
me  in  a  fair  fight,  which  I  began.  More  power  to 
your  elbow !  Woe  to  the  vanquished !  I  take  one 
more  drink  and  then  go  in  the  clothes  I  stand  up  in. 
Here's  a  go !" 

The  victor  stood  up.  "Wait  one  minute,  Ananias. 
You  have  yet,  to  my  certain  knowledge,  a  piece  of 
property,  worth  quite  a  pretty  penny,  almost  a  new 
wing  for  the  hospital.  Permit  me  to  put  it  up  for 
sale!" 

The  table  rose  en  masse.  "No,"  said  the  captain. 
"Sorry,  but  I  can't.     It's  already  sold." 

"When?  If  it's  a  fair  question?"  the  canon  asked 
a  la  Thomas  Didymus. 

"First  thing  on  the  Monday  morning  following  the 
Sunday  of  your  touching  sermon  on  the  Children's 
Hospital  charity.  I  turned  the  cash  over  to  the 
trustees  today?  Any  further  question  before  the 
meeting  adjourns  sine  diet" 

The  clergyman  subsided  with  a  little  hissing  noise 
like  a  punctured  toy  balloon.  Captain  Ruggles  marched 
over  to -him,  laid  a  hand  on  his  shoulder,  and  bade  him: 
"Cheer  up,  old  chum !  See,  I  do  not  take  my  defeat  so 
to  heart !  A  hurt  like  hell  would  have  been  holding 
back  part  of  the  price."  Harry  Cowell. 

San  Francisco,  October,  1912. 


The  life  ambition  of  one  of  the  world's  richest  men 
is — fleas  (according  to  the  Chicago  Tribune).  He 
possesses  them  from  everywhere — fleas  from  South 
America,  fleas  from  Europe,  fleas  from  the  arctic,  and 
fleas  from  Australia.  Big  fleas,  little  fleas,  medium- 
sized  ones,  fleas  with  spots  and  fleas  without  'em.  The 
Hon.  Charles  Rothschild,  son  of  the  late  Lord  Roths- 
child, and  a  member  of  the  richest  family  in  the  world, 
loves  them  all,  and  has  resolved  his  life  into  one  grand 
song  whereof  the  refrain  is  fleas,  fleas,  fleas.  For 
fifteen  years  he  has  pursued  fleas  persistently,  interna- 
tionally, paying  large  sums  or  small  sums  to  achieve 
his  desire,  until  now  his  flea  collection  ranks  as  the 
greatest  in  the  world.  Practically  every  species  of 
animal  carries  around  excess  baggage  in  the  shape  of 
an  individually  designed  flea.  Charles  Rothschild  pos- 
sesses 450  types  of  flea.  But  his  collection  is  not  com- 
plete, not  nearly  complete,  and  the  man  who  can  dis- 
cover a  kind  of  flea  which  Charles  Rothschild  doesn't 
possess  is  on  the  way  to  gratitude  and  monev. 


Harvard  University,  founded  chiefly  to  educate 
clergymen,  now  gives  to  that  profession  barely  two  per 
cent  of  her  graduates ;  Yale,  begun  under  similar  im- 
pulses, now  contributes  three  per  cent.  The  decline 
in  the  number  of  young  men  going  into  the  ministry 
has  been  accompanied  by  a  rise  in  the  professions  of 
teaching,  law,  and  business.  All  three  have  been 
more  or  less  consistent  gainers  at  the  expense  of  the 
ministry.  A  final  summary,  of  thirty-seven  representa- 
tive colleges  shows  that  teaching  is  now  the  dominant 
profession  of  college  graduates,  making  a  full  twenty- 
five  per  cent.  The  ministry,  with  its  present  five  or 
six  per  cent  of  the  total,  has  reached  the  lowest  mark 
for  that  profession  in  the  two  and  half  centuries  of 
American  college  history. 


One  of  the  notable  perpetuations  of  a  fighting  name 
develops  in  the  Sixth  Infantry,  U.  S.  A.,  commanded 
by  Colonel  Lea  Febiger,  descendant  of  General  Chris- 
tian Febiger,  a  gallant  soldier  of  1775.  General 
Febiger  of  Revolutionary  fame  was  born  in  Denmark, 
and  settled  in  New  York  in  1773.  He  was  in  Arnold's 
Quebec  expedition  and  was  captured,  but  later  ex- 
changed, when  he  took  command  of  the  Second  Vir- 
ginia Regiment.  At  the  storming  of  Stony  Point  by 
"Mad  Anthony"  Wayne,  Febiger  commanded  one 
column  and  received  the  surrender  of  the  garrison. 
His  descendant  is  a  native  of  Ohio,  born  in  1858. 


Porto  Rico,  until  recently  benighted,  lax,  and 
lethargic,  whose  trade  was  of  little  importance  to  the 
world,  has  risen  until  it  stands  twelfth  among  the 
countries  of  the  globe  as  a  customer  of  the  United 
States.  Last  year  the  island  purchased  from  this  coun- 
try over  $37,000,000  worth  of  products.  The  islanders 
can  not  supply  the  demand  made  upon  them  for  coffee, 
tobacco,  and  other  products,  and  are  prospering  gen- 
erally. 

Dried  and  smoked  abalone  meat,  most  of  which  is 
cured  at  Southern  California  fishing  ports,  is  purchased 
by  Oriental  importers  at  fancy  prices.  Occasionally 
it  sells  for  $300  a  ton.  In  some  instances  divers  are 
employed  to  procure  the  mollusks,  and  it  is  not  un- 
common for  an  experienced  man  to  bring  to  the  sur- 
face two  tons  of  meat  and  shells  in  a  day. 


THE  WARES  OF  AUTOLYCUS. 


A  London  Experiment  with  "The  Winter's  Tale." 


German  criticism  has  credited  Shakespeare  with  such 
omniscient  intuition  that  perhaps  it  is  not  extravagant 
to  imagine  he  may  have  anticipated  the  kind  of  man 
the  twentieth-century  theatrical  producer  would  be. 
Having  postulated  such  a  foreknowledge,  it  may  be  ex- 
cusable to  go  a  step  further  and  think  of  the  drama- 
tist as  foreseeing  the  advent  of  H.  Granville  Barker. 
If  that  is  granted,  it  may  be  that  he  created  the  char- 
acter of  Autolycus  for  the  specific  purpose  of  depicting 
the  kind  of  man  Mr.  Barker  would  prove  when  he  came 
to  tackle  the  production  of  "The  Winter's  Tale."  For 
somehow,  in  the  Savoy  Theatre  on  Saturday  night,  the 
experiment  with  "The  Winter's  Tale"  left  the  effect 
that  it  had  been  planned  to  a  large  extent  bv  a  "snapper- 
up  of  unconsidered  trifles." 

Not  that  the  experiment  was  altogether  a  failure, 
or  that  it  quite  suggested  the  medley  of  articles  in  the 
pack  of  the  knavish  peddler,  but  that  Mr.  Barker  had 
been  so  intent  upon  his  details  as  to  lose  sight  of  the 
whole  now  and  then.  In  the  setting  of  the  comedy  he 
ventured  upon  a  welcome  innovation,  building  up  a 
stage  which  bore  more  resemblance  than  usual  to  that 
of  the  old  Globe  Theatre  of  Shakespeare's  days.  That 
is  to  say,  it  was  arranged  in  three  platforms  or  planes, 
with  a  couple  of  side  exits  near  where  the  footlights 
usually  are,  and  consequently  the  actors  were  often  in 
greater  proximity  to  the  audience  than  is  customary 
in  the  twentieth  century.  For  the  more  explanatory 
speeches  were  declaimed  at  the  edge  of  the  stage,  and 
there  were  moments  when  the  speakers  appeared  to  be 
on  the  verge  of  stepping  down  into  the  midst  of  the 
orchestra  stalls. 

Another  innovation  was  tried  in  the  scenic  mounting 
of  the  play.  Save  for  the  rustic  scene,  the  arrange- 
ment was  of  line  rather  than  pictorial  composition. 
In  Mr.  Barker's  own  words,  scenery  as  such  had  been 
discarded  for  .  "decoration,"  and  the  decoration  con- 
sisted of  a  scheme  of  white  and  gold  with  the  white 
predominating.  So  there  was  a  white  curtain,  stretched 
over  a  white  platform,  and  the  palace  of  Leontes  was 
largely  a  structure  of  white  pillars  and  panels  touched 
with  gold.  Color  as  such,  apart  from  the  costumes, 
was  confined  to  the  sheep-shearing  festival,  where  the 
archaic  note  was  somewhat  jarred  by  the  introduction 
of  a  bungalow  that  might  have  been  transported  bodily 
from  the  Garden  City  or  some  other  haunt  of  William 
Morris  aesthetics.  The  cottage,  however,  was  fenced 
around  with  hurdles  which  may  well  have  been  faithful 
to  the  kind  of  thing  used  in  the  days  of  Shakespeare. 

Of  ail  the  experiments,  however,  that  which  dis- 
carded all  intervals  save  one  helped  most  to  a  coherent 
understanding  of  the  play.  The  dramatist's  defiance  of 
the  unity  of  time  has  generally  made  it  difficult  for  the 
modern  to  enter  into  the  real  beauty  of  "The  Winter's 
Tale,"  for  in  this  case  the  division  into  so  many  acts 
and  scenes  is  of  a  kind  which  prevents  the  long  inter- 
val between  the  third  and  fourth  acts  being  appre- 
ciated as  it  should.  On  Saturday,  then,  the  play  had 
no  pause  until  that  long  break  which  allows  time  for 
Perdita  to  grow  up  and  Leontes  to  become  a  wiser 
man.  That  one  interval,  consequently,  justified  Shake- 
speare in  playing  havoc  with  the  time  unity,  for  it 
allowed  the  mind  space  in  which  to  imagine  the  passing 
of  the  necessary  years. 

And  it  served  a  further  purpose.  Critic  after  critic 
of  "The  Winter's  Tale"  has  been  puzzled  by  the  drama- 
tist's strange  forgetfulness  of  his  craft  in  shifting  the 
interest  of  the  play  in  the  midst  of  his  development. 
That  objection  certainly  holds  good  when  the  comedy 
is  given  in  the  usual  manner  with  sharp  divisions  be- 
tween the  five  acts  and  pauses  between  the  fifteen 
scenes,  for  it  is  a  strain  on  the  attention  to  be  called 
upon  after  the  close  of  the  third  act  to  become  inter- 
ested in  a  new  set  of  persons.  It  has  been  said  that  no 
dramatic  justification  for  this  shifting  of  the  interest 
has  been  discovered,  but  the  plan  of  having  one  inter- 
val only  has  solved  the  problem.  By  this  arrangement 
the  mind  has  time  to  forget  a  little,  time  to  gain  a  per- 
spective as  it  were,  and  when  Time  comes  forward  as 
the  chorus  at  the  opening  of  the  fourth  act  and  dilates 
upon  the  passing  of  sixteen  years  since  the  curtain  went 
down  the  violation  of  the  time  unity  is  no  longer  felt. 

Whether,  however,  Mr.  Barker  has  been  quite  so  suc- 
cessful in  his  dressing  of  the  characters  is  a  different 
matter.  He  assures  us  that  he  has  gone  for  inspiration 
and  ideas  to  none  other  than  "that  rare  Italian  master, 
Julio  Romano,"  to  whom  Paulina  attributed  her  famous 
statue  of  Hermione,  but  even  that  reliance  upon  Shake- 
speare's text  will  not,  it  is  to  be  feared,  disarm  criti- 
cism. That  "rare"  master  may  have  been  an  admirable 
sculptor,  but  he  was  an  indifferent  tailor  if  the  cos- 
tumes of  "The  Winter's  Tale"  are  exact  copies  of  his 
fashion  plates.  Leontes  looked  more  like  a  candidate 
for  a  Turkish  bath  than  an  occupant  of  a  throne,  Per- 
dita had  more  the  appearance  of  a  ballet  girl  than  a 
princess  in  disguise,  Florizel  like  the  driver  of  a  Rus- 
sian sleigh,  and  Polixenes  like  a  grand  Turk.  These 
were  some  of  the  wares  of  Autolycus  which  Mr.  Barker 
had  been  better  advised  to  have  left  in  the  theatrical 
properties  stores.  The  costumes,  in  fact,  had  no  har- 
mony with  each  other;  they  may  be  faithful  to  a  given 
period  of  dress,  but  it  is  a  period  wholly  outside  the 
knowledge  of  the  ordinary  playgoer. 

Other  attentions  to  the  detail  of  Shakespeare's  text 
were  more  enjoyable.  Too  often  the  bear  which  ac- 
counts  for  the  disappearance   of   Antigonus   from   the 


action  is  left  to  the  imagination,  but  in  Mr.  Barker's 
version  the  lord  who  is  given  the  task  of  carrying  away 
Hermione's  baby  girl  is  chased  off  the  stage  by  a  most 
business-like  property  bear,  and  the  Clown's  explana- 
tion that  he  saw  the  animal  at  its  half-finished  meal  on 
poor  Antigonus  does  not  strain  credulity.  Again,  the 
discarding  of  an  orchestra  in  favor  of  the  pipe  and 
tabor  adds  to  the  illusion  of  the  play.  Nor  was  Mr. 
Barker  less  happy  in  his  lighting  effects,  for  the  aban- 
donment of  the  usual  footlights  for  search-lamps  in  the 
dress-circle  or  for  a  diffused  light  from  over  the  stage 
had  a  softening  effect  well  in  accord  with  the  romantic 
atmosphere  of  the  production. 

Two  of  the  scenes  stand  out  in  the  memory  as  ex- 
celling all  the  others:  the  rustic  festival  which  intro- 
duces Perdita,  and  the  gallery  where  the  statue  of 
Hermione  is  revealed.  The  only  flaw  of  the  latter  inci- 
dent was  that  Lillah  McCarthy  assumed  the  dual  role 
of  the  statue  and  the  living  queen.  She  tried  her  best 
to  refrain  from  blinking,  but  the  very  effort  marred 
the  effect.  Miss  McCarthy,  too,  was  rather  at  fault  in 
her  opening  scene,  for  she  played  the  persuasive  queen 
in  so  cold  a  mood  that  Leontes's  jealousy  became  more 
unaccountable  than  ever.  Neither  towards  her  hus- 
band nor  towards  his  guest  did  she  behave  in  a  way 
calculated  to  arouse  the  least  suspicion  of  unfaithful- 
ness. In  the  trial  scene,  however,  and  at  the  final  test 
she  bore  herself  with  superb  dignity. 

On  the  sheep-shearing  festival  much  pains  had  been 
spent,  the  rustic  dances  having  been  arranged  and  re- 
hearsed by  an  expert  in  the  folk-lore  customs  of  old 
England.  Here,  too,  Autolycus  as  played  by  Arthur 
Whitby  proved  an  excellent  foil  for  the  manly  interpre- 
tation of  Florizel  given  by  Dennis  Neilson-Terry  and 
the  winsome  presentation  of  Perdita  by  Cathleen  Nesbit. 
As  the  entire  text  of  the  play,  save  for  a  few  lines  which 
are  too  coarse  for  modern  taste,  was  used,  many  of  the 
actors  gave  the  impression  of  anxiety  to  race  against 
time  lest  the  last  train  or  'bus  should  be  gone  ere  the 
curtain  went  down.  But  as  the  experiment  showed  that 
the  whole  can  be  spoken  well  within  the  orthodox  limits 
of  a  performance  that  defect  has  no  doubt  been  elimi- 
nated. On  the  whole,  then,  the  experiment  must  be 
pronounced  a  success,  especially  because  it  justified  the 
dramatist  in  defying  the  time  unity  and  calling  upon 
his  auditors  to  readjust  their  interest  in  the  middle  of 
his  action.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  September  24,  1912. 

-^m*^m 

Nine-tenths  of  the  world's  supply  of  cloves  comes 
from  the  island  of  Zanzibar,  a  British  protectorate,  on 
the  east  coast  of  Africa.  The  government  receives  as 
a  tax  one  bale  out  of  each  five.  As  many  as  200,000 
bales  have  been  produced  in  a  season.  The  industry, 
which  has  long  been  the  salvation  of  the  little  island 
with  its  scant  population,  really  had  its  beginning  in 
1860,  when  an  Arab  planted  200  shrubs.  Said  Bur- 
gash,  sultan  of  the  island,  saw  the  commercial  possi- 
bilities of  the  plant,  and  caused  cloves  to  be  set  out 
by  his  people.  A  cyclone  in  1872  devastated  the  island 
and  uprooted  the  trees,  but  within  a  short  time  the 
sultan  had  them  replaced.     Since  then  the  industry  has 

grown  steadily. 

■  ■» 

At  Cambridge.  Massachusetts,  there  now  exists  the 
most  extensive  and  valuable  collection  of  stellar  photo- 
eraphs  in  the  world,  numbering  over  240.000;  and 
100,000.  or  more,  of  them  have  been  secured  at  Har- 
vard University  Observatory  at  Arequipa,  Peru,  at  an 
elevation  of  8000  feet.  The  number  of  stars  revealed 
on  the  different  plates  depends,  of  course,  on  the  density 
of  the  part  of  the  sky  being  photographed,  and  on  the 
length  of  the  exposure,  the  longer  the  exposure,  the 
more  stars,  provided  the  light  of  the  sk"  does  not  fog 
the  plate.  On  one  plate  alone,  namely  the  region  about 
Eta  Carina?,  240.000  stars  have  been  actually  counted. 


About  one-half  the  world's  supply  of  rubber  comes 
from  the  Brazilian  sections  of  Ceara,  Manaos,  and 
Para.  Their  product  sets  the  nrice  for  the  raw  material 
in  the  consuming  markets.  The  trees  grow  wild.  X" 
systematic  preparation  of  the  ground  has  ever  been 
necessary,  and  the  entire  care  of  the  rubber  gatherers 
has  been  given  to  obtaining  only  the  juice  from  tiro 
rubber  tree  and  getting  it  to  market. 
■■■    

Vienna  police,  being  of  the  opinion  that  pedestrians 
are  chiefly  to  blame  for  street  accidents,  have  issued 
a  notice  to  the  effect  that  a  pedestrian,  if  he  wishes  to 
cross  the  road,  must  do  so  in  a  direct  line,  taking  the 
shortest  path.  Persons  found  walking  along  the  street 
lengthwise  and  thus  endangering  their  own  safety  and 
that  of  others  will  be  reprimanded  by  the  police. 

With  the  completion  of  a  seven-story  building,  Tokyo 
is  able  to  boast  of  the  first  skyscraner  in  its  history. 
The  structure,  begun  in  January,  1910,  was  but  recently 
completed.  It  is  considered  fire  and  earthquake  proof. 
It  was  designed  for  offices,  and  is  especially  noteworthy 
because  it  is  probably  the  highest  of  its  kind  in  the  Far 
East. 

Australia's  northern  territory  is  the  only  large  un- 
peopled tract  of  habitable  land  on  the  globe.  It  is  six 
times  the  area  of  the  state  of  Victoria.  The  country 
is  fertile,  and  is  watered  by  numerous  splendid  rivers. 

Careful  estimates  place  the  world's  loss 
the   year   up   to   September   1,   at    fully 
A  quarter  of  this  is  charged  to  the  Brit : 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  12,  1912. 


THE  MEMOIRS  OF  A  PALMIST. 


"Cheiro"  Tells  of  His  Interviews  with  Distinguished  Persons 
in  England  and  America. 


At  a  time  when  the  increasing  popularity  of  the 
fortune-teller  is  attracting  the  attention  alike  of  the 
sociologist  and  the  police  it  seems  appropriate  that  we 
should  have  an  autobiography  of  one  of  the  chief  ex- 
ponents of  the  art.  "Cheiro/'  the  palmist,  is  known 
all  over  the  world,  and  if  a  certain  amount  of  unen- 
viable notoriety  has  been  attached  to  the  name  we  may 
charitably  suppose  that  this  is  due  to  the  imitators  who 
"have  not  had  enough  brains  to  make  a  name  for  them- 
selves," nor  the  mental  power  to  proceed  far  in  "occult 
studies."  It  must  at  least  be  admitted  that  "Cheiro" 
seems  to  believe  in  himself,  and  as  those  who  believe 
in  themselves  can  usually  find  others  to  believe  in  them, 
we  have  a  partial  explanation  of  the  great  names  that 
figure  in  "Cheiro's"  clientele. 

One  of  his  first  clients  was  a  gentleman  he  met  on 
a  train  going  from  Liverpool  to  London.  Attracted  by 
the  cover  design  of  a  book  that  the  author  was  reading, 
his  traveling  companion  made  some  light  allusion  to 
palmistry  and  a  discussion  followed.  Eventually  he 
held  out  his  hand  and  invited  a  demonstration: 

I  can  even  now  see  those  slender,  intellectual -looking  hands 
that  this  stranger  laid  before  me,  and  how  they  interested 
me.  line  after  line  clearly  marked,  full  of  character,  and  of 
events  created  by  character.  I  started  by  the  Line  of  Men- 
tality. I  showed  him  its  superior  length  to  those  of  some 
of  the  designs  in  my  book,  and  explained  to  him  that  it  de- 
noted his  power  of  will,  of  organization  and  of  command 
over  people.  Then  I  called  his  attention  to  a  well-marked 
Line  of  Destiny  that  was  strongly  traced  through  his  hand 
until  a  little  past  the  centre  of  "the  palm,  and  I  explained 
that  it  indicated  strong  individuality,  a  career  that  must  play 
a  marked  role  in  life — a  destiny,  in  fact,  that  would  cause 
him  to  stand  out  as  a  leader  above  the  common  herd  of 
humanity. 

"But  the  end."  he  said  almost  nervously. 

"What  does  that  line  show  by  fading  out — what  does  it 
mean  ?" 

I  laughed  as  I  said  it,  for  I  could  hardly  believe,  and  I 
felt  sure  he  would  not.  in  spite  of  his  interest.  "Oh,"  I  said, 
"the  stopping  of  that  sign  simply  means  rest  for  you;  another 
Napoleon  sent  to  St.  Helena,  I  suppose." 

"But  why  ?"  he  said  rather  excitedly.  "What  shall  be  my 
Waterloo  ?"" 

"A  woman,  without  a  doubt,"  I  replied.  "You  see  yourself 
how  the  Line  of  Heart  breaks  the  Line  of  Destiny  just  below 
that  point  where  it  fades  out"  Taking  his  hand  away,  the 
stranger  laughed — a  low,  quiet  laugh — the  laugh  of  a  man  who 
was  sure  of  himself. 

Shortly  afterwards  the  train  rushed  into  Euston,  and  as 
we  got  our  valises  and  sticks  ready  he  said :  "It's  strange, 
but  that  science  of  yours  has  been  curiously  accurate  about 
some  things — except  about  the  woman  part.  There  is  my 
card ;  you  will  see  now  how  in  some  things  it  tallies — but  the 
woman,  no — a  man  with  my  life  has  no  time  for  woman." 
And  with  a  cheery  "Goodby"  he  jumped  out,  hailed  a  han- 
som, and  was  off. 

Looking  down  at  the  card,  I  read,  "Charles  Stewart  Par- 
nell." 

It  was  some  years  later,  after  the  O'Shea  divorce  case  and 
hi?  downfall,  that  I  got  over  my  surprise  and  was  able  to 
understand  the  meaning  of  the  Heart  Line  touching  the  des- 
tiny  of  such   a  man. 

One  afternoon  "Cheiro"  tells  us  that  he  was  visited 
by  "a  very  imperious  mother  with  a  beautiful  daugh- 
ter." and  on  this  occasion  he  learned  his  first  lesson 
of  the  unwisdom  of  an  excessive  frankness: 

I  made  the  one  mistake.  I  thought  the  mother  knew  what 
anxiety  and  trouble  that  girl  was  passing  through  even  then, 
and  that  she  had  perhaps  come  to  me  for  advice  as  to  how 
she  might  best  help  her,  and  believing  that,  rapid  as  words 
could  come  to  me,  I  drew  the  picture  of  her  wrecked  life,  the 
broken  marriage  she  had  already  made,  and  the  disgrace  that 
seemed  already  surrounding  her.  Pity  seemed  to  choke  me 
and  I  stopped.  It  was  well  I  did,  for  in  another  second  I 
think  the  imperious  mother  would  have  had  a  fit  of  apo- 
plexy- As  I  saw  her  angry,  purple  face,  I  knew  the  mistake 
I  had  made  in  speaking  as  I  had  done,  and  I  hardly  dared 
to  meet  the  girl's  eyes. 

Drawing  on  her  gloves  in  the  calmest  way,  she  said : 
"Mother,  what  a  fraud  this  person  is  !"  and  for  a  moment  I 
really  thought  I  was. 

Then  the  storm  broke  and  the  imperious  mother  told  me 
what  she  thought  of  both  myself  and  my  art,  and  like  an  angry 
whirlwind    swept   out   of   the   place. 

I  was  completely  unnerved  for  the  day.  I  knew  I  had  not 
made  a  mistake,  but  I  realized  what  a  disastrous  advertise- 
ment I  would  get  from  these  visitors.  At  every  house  where 
the  mother  called,  at  every  reception  she  attended,  she  re- 
peated to  every  one  what  I  had  said — and  then  one  morning 
the  denouement  came.  This  poor  girl,  this  wonderful  actress, 
was  arrested  for  cashing  a  forged  check.  She  had  been  mar- 
ried for  two  years  to  a  scoundrel.  He  got  out  of  the  country, 
and  left  her  to  get  on  as  best  she  could. 

We  met  again  years  later,  and  I  am  thankful  to  say  I  was 
able  to  be  of  some  considerable  assistance  to  her. 

After  this  dramatic  incident  "Cheiro's"  time  became 
so  occupied  that  clients  had  to  book  their  appointments 
weeks  in  advance,  and  then  came  a  curious  adventure 
which,  the  author  tells  us,  he  will  always  remember 
with  pleasure: 

One  evening  a  gentleman  drove  up  and  asked  if  I  would 
drive  out  with  him  and  meet  a  lady  whose  hands  he  thought 
would  be  of  great  interest  to  me.  I  agreed  and  together  we 
went  to  a  house  standing  in  a  large  garden  near  St.  John's 
Wood.  I  had  been  made  to  promise  to  ask  no  questions, 
but  I  must  confess  I  was  somewhat  anxious  when,  after  what 
appeared  to  me  a  considerable  time,  the  door  at  the  end  of 
a  corridor  opened,  and  a  lady  with  a  heavy,  black  lace  man- 
tilla covering  her  head  and  face  came  towards  me  and  held 
her  hands  out  under  a  shaded  electric  light. 

And  what  hands  they  were!  From  my  point  of  view  of 
lines   and    marks    they    completely    fascinated    me. 

I    scarcely   knew   what    I    said.     I   was  keyed   up   to   a   pitch 

of   nervousness   and    intensity,   specially   as   my    subject   broke 

in    every    now    and    then    with    the    exclamation,    "Mon    Dieu, 

comme    e'est    Uen    vrai."     Then    after   my   description    of    the 

pathway  of  brilliance  and  success — the  glory  of  the  conquest — 

the   triumphs    and   also   the   trials   of   the  successful,   I   painted 

the   day,  the  burning  out   one  by  one  of  the 

the   slow   leveling   process   of  the  hills  of  hope 

.    md  something  else,  that  seemed  like  a  tragedy 

. 

• ;  hands  were  drawn  away,  great  sobs  came  from 

until  suddenly  it  was   thrown  back,  and   the 


eyes  of  the  great  Sarah,  those  wonderful  eyes,  looked  straight 
out  into  mine. 

"Cheiro's"  introduction  to  Blanche  Roosevelt  (Com- 
tesse  Machetta  d'AlgrH  was  the  prelude  to  another 
curious  adventure.  It  was  arranged  that  he  should 
attend  a  party  given  by  the  comtesse  and  that  he  should 
read  hands  through  a  curtain  so  arranged  that  he 
should  not  know  the  identity  of  his  consultants.  He 
tells  us  he  little  thought  when  the  rather  fat  hands  of 
Oscar  "Wilde  were  passed  through  the  holes  in  the  cur- 
tain that  they  belonged  to  the  most  talked  of  man  in 
London : 

I  was,  however,  so  struck  with  the  difference  in  the 
markings  of  the  left  and  right  hands  that  from  behind  my 
curtain  I  explained  that  the  left  always  denoted  the  heredi- 
tary tendencies,  while  the  right  showed  the  developed  or 
attained  characteristics,  and  that  when  we  use  the  left  side 
of  the  brain  the  nerves  cross  and  go  to  the  right  hand,  so 
that  the  right  consequently  shows  the  true  nature  and  de- 
velopment of  the  individual.  I  pointed  this  case  out  as  an 
example  where  the  left  had  promised  the  most  unusual  des- 
tiny of  brilliancy  and  uninterrupted  success,  which  was  com- 
pletely broken  and  ruined  at  a  certain  date  in  the  right. 
Almost  forgetting  myself  for  a  moment,  I  summed  up  all 
by  saying,  "the  left  hand  is  the  hand  of  a  king.  ^  but  the 
right  that  of  a  king  who  will  send  himself  into  exile." 

The  owner  of  the  hands  did  not  laugh.  "At  what  date."" 
he  asked  rather  quietly. 

"A  few  years  from  now,"  I  answered,  "between  your  forty- 
first   and  forty-second  year." 

Of  course  every  one  laughed.  "What  a  joke !"  they  said, 
but  in  the  most  dramatic  manner.  Wilde  turned  towards 
them  and  repeated  gravely,  "The  left  is  the  hand  of  a  king, 
but  the  right  is  that  of  a  king  who  will  send  himself  into 
exile,"  and  without  another  word  he  left. 

The  author  tells  us  a  good  deal  of  King  Edward's  in- 
terest in  his  theory  of  certain  controlling  numbers  in 
human  lives  and  how  the  king  himself  calculated  the 
date  of  his  own  death  and  did  it  correctly'.  Later  on 
"Cheiro"  explained  the  same  theory-  to  Mr.  Stead,  who 
tested  it  in  various  ways  and  found  it  correct  "to  even 
the  smallest  details,"  while  at  about  the  same  time  the 
author  received  various  letters  of  enthusiastic  appre- 
ciation from  Mrs.  Langtry,  although  his  predictions 
had  been  made  without  knowing  the  identity  of  his 
beautiful  visitor: 

I  never  knew  that  Mrs.  Langtry,  who  afterwards  became 
Lady  de  Bathe,  had  ever  consulted  me  until  some  years  later 
when  she  invited  me  to  tea  in  her  suite  of  rooms  in  the 
Carlton. 

I  asked  her  then  if  she  would  like  me  to  examine  her 
hand,  to  my  surprise  she  burst  out  laughing  and  said,  "I  had  it 
done  by  you  years  ago.  I  came  to  you  with  such  a  heavy 
black  veil  that  you  could  not  see  the  tip  of  my  nose,  much 
less  know  whom  you  were  talking  to. 

"It  is  for  that  reason  I  believe  in  your  work,  for  you  told 
me  perfectly  all  about  myself,  not  as  the  world  thinks  I  am, 
but  as  I  know  mvself." 

How  well  I  remember  her  that  afternoon,  with  her  charm- 
ing sitting-room  filled  with  beautiful  La  France  roses.  She 
was  looking  so  radiant,  so  happy. 

We  need  hardly  remind  ourselves  that  "Cheiro"  was 
once  as  well  known  in  New  York  as  in  London.  He 
visited  America  in  pursuit  of  health  and  also  of  new 
fields  to  conquer,  and  although  he  took  a  fine  apart- 
ment on  Fifth  Avenue  he  found  it  by  no  means  easy  to 
gain  a  footing  without  letters  of  introduction  and  with- 
out friends: 

The  opportunity  came  in  the  following  way  :  I  had  almost 
reached  the  end  of  my  courage  and  was  seriously  thinking  of 
beating  a  retreat,  when  one  afternoon  a  very  determined  lady 
journalist  called   and  made  the  following  proposition  : 

"I  have  been  sent  by  the  New  York  World  to  propose  the 
following  test  to  you;  if  you  accept  and  are  successful  you 
will  get  the  biggest  advertisement  in  your  life ;  but  if  you 
fail  or  refuse  it  you  may  take  the  next  steamer  home." 

"What  is  the  test?"  I  asked. 

"That  you  read  without  knowing  the  names  of  the  persons 
and  without  asking  a  question  a  series  of  impressions  on 
paper  that  we  will  place  before  you — that's  all,"  she  said ; 
"now  accept  it  or  refuse  it  as  you  like," 

"All  right,   I  accept,"  I  said. 

"I  guessed  you  would  be  just  such  a  fool,"  she  replied, 
"but  it's  agreed." 

In  a  few  days  she  called  with  the  impressions,  and  took 
down  in  shorthand  all  that  I  said. 

We  commenced ;  it  took  the  whole  afternoon,  from  two 
o'clock  until  seven,  before  we  had  finished. 

I  admit  I  was  intensely  nervous ;  the  impressions  were 
not  at  all  good,  they  were  taken  on  smoked  paper,  and  my 
inquisitor  was  anything  but  sympathetic 

My  very  nervousness.  1  believe,  made  me  succeed ;  my 
brain  screwed  up  to  such  a  pitch  seemed  to  drink  in  every 
line  and  formation  and  made  mental  pictures  of  the  owners 
in  such  a  way  that  I  was  able  to  describe  their  charac- 
teristics as  if  I  had  known  them  personally. 

Among  the  impressions  was  that  of  the  hand  of  a 
man  whom  "Cheiro"  perceived  to  be  a  murderer,  and 
he  said  so  after  receiving  the  assurances  of  the  World 
reporter  that  all  the  persons  concerned  had  agreed  to 
the  experiment.  He  further  stated  that  the  owner  of 
the  hand  would  be  condemned  to  death  in  his  forty- 
fourth  year,  but  that  he  would  die  in  prison.  It  was 
the  hand  of  Dr.  Meyer  of  Chicago,  and  the  prediction 
was  exactly  accurate: 

It  was  then  ■  iky.     I  lived  under  a  very  anxious  strain 

for  the  followi.-j  days.  Saturday  night  I  scarcely  slept  till 
near  morning.  About  nine  o'clock  my  black  servant  knocked 
at  the  door  and  woke  me.  In  the  most  matter-of-fact  way 
he  said,  "Get  up.  sir,  there  are  over  a  hundred  people  sitting 
on  the  stairs  waiting  to  see  you." 

I  did  not  ask  the  reason ;  in  his  hand  was  the  Xew  York 
World  with  its  entire  front  page  devoted  to  the  interview. 
I  can  still  see  the  heading  in  big  type.  "Cheiro  Reads  Suc- 
cessfully the  Lives  of  the  Mayor,  the  District  Attorney,  Nicoll 
Ward  McAllister,   Dr.  Meyer,"  etc. 

I  dressed  and  went  out  on  the  landing ;  the  stairs  were 
black  with  people  of  all  ages,  sorts,  and  conditions. 

Americans  are  like  no  other  people  in  the  world.  When 
they  take  an  idea  into  their  heads  they  do  not  waste  time  in 
putting  it  into  execution. 

One  man  made  himself  the  spokesman,  and  said :  "V\  e 
have  seen  this  article  about  you  in  today's  World,  and  so  you 
know  what  we  want." 

I  am  told  that  I  did  the  right  thing  by  replying,  "I  am  very 
sorry  you  have  taken  the  trouble  in  coming  today,  because, 
apart  from  religious  scruples.  I  keep  Sunday  as  a  day  of  rest. 
Monday  morning  at  nine  o'clock,  if  you  like." 


1  believe  I  rose  in  their  eyes  by  my  very  refusal ;  for  there 
is   no    quality    Americans    like    more    than    independence. 

All  day  long  callers  were  told  the  same  thing,  and  when 
Monday  came  my  secretary  had  to  book  appointments  for 
nearly  two  months  in  advance. 

Mark  Twain  was  among  the  author's  visitors,  and 
"Cheiro"  showed  him  the  impressions  of  a  number  of 
hands,  including  those  of  a  mother  and  of  her  chil- 
dren, in  order  to  convince  him  that  where  the  markings 
are  the  same  the  fate  also  must  be  identical: 

This  interested  my  visitor  so  deeply  that  he  took  notes  of 
the  various  hands  I  showed  him,  and  we  examined  with  a 
microscope  the  lines  in  the  tips  of  the  fingers  of  the  mother 
and  this  one  daughter,  whose  fate  had  been  so  nearly  the 
same,  and  we  found  that  even  the  circles  in  the  finger  tips 
and  thumbs  also  agreed. 

As  he  was  going  he  said,  "The  one  humorous  point  in 
the  situation  is  that  I  came  here  expecting  to  lose  money  by 
my  foolishness,  but  I  have  gained  a  plot  for  a  story  on  which 
I  shall  certainly  get  back  my  money."  A  few  years  later  he 
published  "Puddinhead  Wilson,"  dealing  with  thumb-marks, 
which  had  an  "enormous  success. 

Before  leaving  I  asked  him  to  write  his  name  in  my  auto- 
graph "book,  and  he  wrote  the  following,  which  has  made 
many  people   laugh   since. 

"Cheiro  has  exposed  my  character  to  me  with  humiliating 
accuracy.  I  ought  not  to  confess  this  accuracy ;  still.  I  am 
moved  to   do  it.  (Signed)  :     Mark   Twain." 

On  his  return  to  London  "Cheiro"  made  the  ac- 
quaintance of  H.  M.  Stanley,  the  African  explorer. 
who  subsequently  suggested  that  Mrs.  Stanley  intro- 
duce him  by  letter  to  Mr.  Gladstone.  By  return  came 
one  of  the  famous  postcards,  and  that  night  "Cheiro"' 
took  the  train  to  Chester  to  keep  the  appointment: 

Mrs.  Gladstone  met  me  in  the  hall,  and  my  heart  sank  as 
she  said  that  Mr.  Gladstone  was  so  fatigued  that  she  must 
refuse  to   have   him  disturbed   on   any  pretext. 

I  told  her  how  sorry  I  was  to  hear  of  Mr.  Gladstone's  in- 
disposition, but  that  I  should  only  be  too  happy  to  come  up 
again  from  London  any  time  he  wished,  and  turned  to  go. 

At  this  moment  the  "grand  old  man"  opened  the  door  of 
his  study  and  said :  "My  dear,  is  that  the  gentleman  who 
has  an  appointment  with  me  at  three  o'clock?" 

Mrs.  Gladstone  replied,  "Yes,  but  you  must  not  see  any 
one  today." 

"But,  my  dear,"  he  replied,  "this  man  has  come  all  the 
way  from  London  at  my  invitation.  He  is  a  friend  of  the 
Stanleys,  and  it  will  interest  me  to  see  him." 

"Sir,"  I  said,  "please  do  not  consider  me.  I  will  come  up 
from  London  another  day  when  you  are  feeling  better." 

"I  will  see  you  now,"  he  answered,  and  then,  with  a  sad 
tone  in  his  voice,  he  added,  "I  may  never  be  better  than  I 
am  today." 

We  walked  into  his  well-known  study.  He  motioned  me 
to  a  seat  by  the  window.  One  of  my  own  books  lay  on  a 
table  by  his  side,  and  I  saw  to  my  surprise  that  he  had  evi- 
dently determined  to  know  something  about  my  study  before 
he  met  me.  ( This  I  have  since  heard  was  his  invariable 
custom,  the  reading  up  beforehand  of  any  subject  on  which 
he  was  about  to  be  interviewed.) 

But  there  was  a  still  greater  surprise  in  store,  and  also  an 
example  of  his  wonderful  memory-  "I  have  been  told  that 
you  are  the  son  of  So-and-So,"  he  said,  "your  father  had  the 
same  love  of  higher  mathematics  that  I  have.  We  have  cor- 
responded many  times  on  difficult  problems — here  is  one  which 
he  worked  out  about  twelve  years  ago,  and  which  has  in- 
terested me  many  times  since,"  and  as  he  spoke  he  unrolled 
several  sheets  of  paper  covered  with  calculations  and  an 
algebraical   figure  in  my   father's   handwriting. 

"Is  your  father  still  living?"  he  asked. 

"Xo,  sir,"  I  answered,  "he  passed  away  only  a  short  time 
ago." 

"And  you,"  he  said,  "have  you  inherited  the  same  love  of 
figures  and  mathematics?" 

"Alas,  no,"  I  replied,  "my  calculations  only  relate  to  occult 
things,  and  they  probably  will  not  interest  you." 

"We  will  see  later,"  he  said ;  "now  please  let  me  hear 
your  theories  about  this  subject  that  the  Stanleys  tell  me 
you  are  a  master  of.  Speak  slowly  and  clearly  so  that  I  may 
follow  you  if  I  can." 

Mr.  Gladstone  detained  his  visitor  for  several  hours, 
saved  him  from  the  wrath  of  Mrs.  Gladstone,  gave  him 
his  signed  photograph,  and  said  that  it  was  one  of  the 
most  interesting  afternoons  he  had  ever  spent. 

Among  the  concluding  narratives  in  a  fascinating 
book  is  one  that  relates  to  Sir  Charles  Russell,  shortly 
before  he  became  lord  chief  .justice  of  England: 

One  day  in  the  middle  of  one  of  my  seasons  in  London  a 
very  exacting  and  apparently  severe  old  gentleman  came  to  see 
me.  There  was  certainly  nothing  in  his  appearance  or  dress 
to  lead  me  for  a  moment  to  imagine  that  he  was  even  then 
a  very  big  man  in  his  profession. 

Dates,  however,  seemed  to  interest  him,  and  when  I  told 
him  certain  years  in  his  past  life  which  had  caused  impor- 
tant changes  in  his  career,  he  did  me  the  honor  to  delve 
back  into  his  memory  of  the  past  and  give  me  the  satisfac- 
tion of  knowing  that  the  years  I  gave  him  were  correct.  I 
then  told  him  that  in  a  certain  year,  and  further  in  a  given 
month  in  that  year,  he  would  reach  the  summit  of  whatever 
his  profession  was,  and  that  he  would  at  that  moment  hold 
the   highest  position  that  his  career  could   confer  on   him. 

He  carefully  took  a  note  of  what  I  told  him.  and  then  in  a 
rather  mocking  way  he  said :  "And  now,  sir,  as  you  have 
gone  so  far  you  may  as  well  make  a  guess  at  the  exact  day 
of  this  wonderful   event." 

"Call  it  a  guess  if  you  wish,"  I  replied,  "but  by  my  calcula- 
tions the  day  should  be  any  one  of  those  days  which  make  by 
addition  the  figure  of  1  in  the  month  of  Tulv,  1894,  such  as 
the  1st,  10th,  19th,  or  28th." 

This  he  carefully  noted,  and  then  when  I  asked  him  to  give 
me  an  impression  of  his  hand  for  my  collection  he  turned  and 
said:     "You  shall  have  it  on  one  of  the  days  you  have  men- 
tioned,   provided    your    predictions    should    become    verified," 
and  so  my  strange  visitor  left- 
Three  years  later  "Cheiro"  received  a  summons  to 
the  High  Courts  of  Justice.     After  waiting  in  a  dingy 
anteroom   for  an  hour  expecting  immediate  execution 
the  lord  chief  justice   appear  J   in   a1!   the  majesty  of 
his  robes  of  office,  which  he 
the  first  time.     "You  see  I  h 
said.     ''Your  date  was  exact,  :l 
can  not  imagine." 

The  foregoing  narratives  a 
the  many  with   which  the  t 
will  doubtless  have  his  own 
there  will  be  no  difference  o 
of  a  well-written  and  curi< 
seems  that  a  second  volume  '; 

Cheiro's  Memoirs.     Phil 
Company ;  $2  net. 


October  12,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


253 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


A  Jewel  of  the  Seas. 

Miss  Jessie  Kaufman,  who  is  already 
known  for  her  clever  exposition  of  Hawaiian 
life,  now  coraes  once  more  before  the  public 
with  a  well-rounded  novel  in  which  plot 
and  incident  are  alike  satisfactory  and  in 
which  the  dialogue  is  often  brilliant.  There 
is  perhaps  no  other  story  of  its  kind 
that  can  do  so  much  to  make  Hawaiian  so- 
ciety a  reality  to  the  untraveled  reader  as 
this  one,  or  that  contains  so  many  types 
ranging  from  the  high-grade  American  to  the 
mongrel  native  whose  immediate  pedigree 
would  require  an  ethnological  chart  for  its 
elucidation.  They  are  all  there,  and  they  all 
move  naturally  through  an  atmosphere  to  be 
found   in  the   Pacific   and  nowhere   else. 

The  most  interesting  figure  among  the  men 
is  Commodore  Chandler,  who  on  the  strength 
of  his  beautiful  wife,  his  yacht,  and  his  fabu- 
lous wealth  establishes  himself  unchallenged 
in  the  hearts  of  Hawaiian  society.  We  must 
confess  to  having  our  early  suspicions  of  the 
commodore.  It  is  not  given  to  a  mere  mor- 
tal to  know  so  many  royalties,  to  have  dined 
with  them  all,  and  to  have  received  such 
costly  presents  at  their  hands,  but  then  our 
suspicions  may  have  been  originally  due  to 
jealousy,  not  knowing  any  royalties  our- 
selves. But  we  were  hardly  prepared  for  the 
final  disclosures  of  the  commodore's  charac- 
ter. They  shocked  our  faith  in  human  na- 
ture, although  we  are  glad  that  the  commo- 
dore eventually  escapes,  for- he  is  a  pictur- 
esque rogue,  a  veritable  buccaneer,  and  his 
revolver  shooting  something  to  be  revered. 

We  are  not  sure  if  the  author  intended 
that  Mrs.  Kapua  should  be  the  heroine.  One 
never  knows  what  the  woman  author's  idea 
of  a  heroine  may  be,  and  so  we  are  in  peril 
of  worshiping  at  the  wrong  shrine.  But  Mrs. 
Kapua  is  delightful,  although  a  native  and 
therefore  of  temporary  rather  than  perma- 
nent value.  She  has  the  full  feminine  beauty 
of  the  islands  and  she  knows  how  to  use  it 
in  the  ways  intended  by  God.  But,  best  of 
all,  Mrs.  Kapua  has  the  kahuna  power,  which 
we  may  interpret  for  the  benefit  of  the  ig- 
norant masses  as  a  sort  of  witchcraft  which 
enables  its  possessor  to  discover  lost  jew- 
elry and  to  decide  questions  of  guilt  and  in- 
nocence. 

It  is  around  a  question  of  lost  jewelry  that 
the  plot  of  the  story  revolves.  Indeed  the 
missing  gems  are  the  rock  upon  which  the 
commodore  splits,  if  a  slight  confusion  of 
metaphor  may  be  allowed.  But  before  the 
grand  climax,  and  leading  up  to  it,  we  have 
some  quite  delightful  love-making  with  a  suf- 
ficient intrusion  of  cross  purposes  to  give  it 
piquancy.  As  has  been  said,  we  have  our 
suspicions  of  the  commodore  from  the  start, 
but  we  never  believed  that  his  plottings  would 
be  allowed  to  separate  two  hearts  that  beat 
as  one.  No  novelist,  no  woman  novelist, 
would  imitate  real  life  so   closely  as  that. 

Miss  Kaufman's  glimpses  of  native  life  are 
always  vivid  and  delightful.  There  are  the 
lovely  Singlee  girls,  who  have  a  dash  of  Chi- 
nese blood  and  several  other  kinds,  too,  and 
who  favor  the  navy.  There  is  Mr.  Lumsing, 
who  finds  it  necessary  to  be  ultra  English 
because  his  father  was  a  Chinaman  and  his 
mother  a  Hawaiian.  And  at  the  other  end 
of  the  scale  there  is  the  Japanese  cook, 
Maura,  who  persists  in  grading  the  quality  of 
his  dinners  into  number  one  for  government 
representatives,  number  two  for  any  one  in 
the  merchant  class,  and  number  three  for 
missionaries,  which  speaks  much  for  Maura's 
intelligence.  Every  depiction  is  deftly  and 
cleverly  done,  the  story  as  a  whole  being  one 
that  ought  not  to  be  overlooked. 

A  Jewel  of  the  Seas.  By  Jessie  Kaufman. 
Philadelphia:  J.  B.  Lippincott  Company;  $1.25  net. 


The  Inheritance. 
When  Josephine  Daskam  Bacon  wrote 
"Margarita's  Soul"  she  dazzled  us  with  the 
creation  of  a  bewitching  but  impossible  char- 
acter. In  "The  Inheritance''  she  gives  us  a 
better  and  a  more  balanced  story,  mainly 
about  the  commonplace  people  who  can  be  so 
transfigured  by  literary  art. 

It   is   told   in    the  first   person   by   the   hero, 
Hugh  Gordon.     As  a  child  he  remembers  him- 
self in   England  under  the  care  of  his  nurse, 
Nana,   living  first   in   luxury   and   then   slowly 
descending  the  scale  to  abject  poverty.     Then 
comes    a    sudden    change    after    a    mysterious 
visit    to    a    lawyer.      There    is    a    return    to 
affluence,  a  voyage  to  America,  and  the  settle- 
ment of  himself  and  his  nurse  in  a  town  near 
Xew    York,    where   he    grows    to    manhood   in 
the   family  of  a   friendly  physician.     It  grad- 
ually dawns  upon  him  that  there  is  a  mystery 
about   his   parentage,   and    although   Nana   re- 
mains   absolutely    silent    to    his    questions    he 
believes    from    various    circumstances    that   he 
'.  -:_  Vo   nn   English   title  and  to  an  es- 
-:-'  invitation, 
ther  con- 
iegins   a 
pleasant 
-tocratic 
It   is 
ay  and 
fee  usual 
ids  con- 
ills,   and 
t  is  Gor- 


don the  boy  who  goes  in  search  of  a  father, 
but  it  is  Gordon  the  man  who  returns  to 
America  to  find  the  things  that  are  worthy 
of  a  man's  possession.  The  author  gives  us 
a  novel  that  places  the  emphasis  of  value 
upon  interior  rather  than  exterior  possessions 
and  that  appraises  manhood  and  duty  more 
than  money.  But  she  does  not  forget  the 
dramatic.  The  picture  of  the  weird  change 
of  personalities  between  the  kindly  physician 
and  the  villainous  tramp  who  has  assaulted 
and  nearly  killed  him  is  an  extraordinarily 
effective  piece  of  writing.  So,  also,  is  the 
whole  characterization  of  Nana,  who  deserves 
to  rank  among  the  finer  literary  creations  of 
the  day.  "The  Inheritance"  is  one  of  the  few 
distinctive  novels  that  ought  not  to  be  over- 
looked. 

The      Inheritance.        By      Josephine      Daskam 
Bacon.     New  York:  D.  Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.30  net. 


Smoke  Bellow. 

In  his  latest  novel  Mr.  Jack  London  re- 
turns once  more  to  Alaska  and  the  life  of  the 
gold-seeker  in  the  far  north.  His  hero  is 
Christopher  Bellew,  later  on  to  be  known  as 
"Smoke"  Bellew,  club  lounger  and  dilettante 
journalist  of  San  Francisco,  who  is  persuaded 
to  accompany  his  athletic  and  somewhat 
scornful  uncle  part  way  on  a  journey  to  Klon- 
dike and  who  becomes  so  enamored  of  the 
strenuous  life  that  he  decides  to  complete  the 
journey  "on  his  own."  The  fearful  vicissi- 
tudes of  the  trail  are  a  theme  after  Mr.  Lon- 
don's heart.  They  have  been  described  often 
before,  but  never  like  this  or  in  a  style  so 
sinewy  as  to  match  the  adventure  itself. 
Then  comes  the  hunt  for  gold,  the  stampede 
to  the  new  claims,  the  awful  picture  of  the 
scurvy- stricken  Mormon  camp,  the  capture  of 
"Smoke"  and  his  partner  by  the  mysterious 
northern  Indians  whose  chief  is  a  Scotchman, 
and  the  escape  of  the  hero  with  the  aid  of 
the  said  chief's  lovely  daughter.  The  twelve 
long  chapters  of  the  story  are  a  panorama 
of  adventure,  hair-breadth  escape,  gambling, 
fun,  frolic,  and  love ;  but  brute  strength,  a 
veritable  ferocity  of  physical  endurance,  is 
the  keynote  of  it  alL  The  fidelity  of  the  pic- 
ture must  be  left  for  the  determination  of 
those  who  have  experienced  its  original,  but 
perhaps  that  does  not  matter  very  much.  If 
we  are  to  have  the  gold-hunting  story  it  is 
better  that  it  should  take  the  form  of  bodily 
energy  and  tenacity  in  the  far  north  than  that 
of  intellectual  cunning  and  chicanery  in  the 
stock  markets  of  the  south.  And  no  one  can 
handle  the  narrative  of  conflict  between  man 
and  nature  quite  so  well  as  Mr.  London. 

Smoke  Bellew.  By  Jack  London.  New  York: 
The  Century  Company. 


Who? 

Cyril  Crichton,  entering  a  train  hurriedly 
at  Newhaven,  finds  himself  secluded  with  a 
young  woman  who  shows  an  inexplicable 
alarm  at  his  innocent  intrusion.  In  point  of 
fact  she  faints.  At  a  subsequent  station 
Crichton  observes  that  the  train  is  being 
searched  by  the  police,  and  when  he  mentions 
this  fact  to  his  companion  she  is  so  overcome 
by  terror  that  in  a  moment  of  unreflecting 
gallantry  he  assures  the  inspector  that  she  is 
his  wife  and  produces  a  double  passport  that 
seems  to  prove  his  assertion.  When  they 
reach  London  he  is  compelled  under  the  of- 
ficial eye  to  persist  in  his  deception,  and  as 
the  lady  is  now  helplessly  ill  he  has  to  drive 
her  to  a  nursing  home  and  assume  the  ob- 
vious marital  responsibilities.  Then  he  learns 
that  Lord  Wilmersley,  whose  heir  he  is,  has 
been  murdered  at  his  residence  near  New- 
haven,  that  the  crime  was  apparently  com- 
mitted by  his  young  wife,  and  that  the  lady 
has  mysteriously  escaped.  Crichton,  to  make 
matters  worse,  has  a  wife  of  his  own  who 
may  appear  on  the  scene  at  any  moment, 
while  in  the  meantime  he  learns  that  his 
protegee,  who  is  evidently  the  incriminated 
Lady  Wilmersley,  has  lost  her  memory 
through  shock.  The  murder,  and  Crichton's 
accession  to  the  title,  add  the  further  compli- 
cation of  a  notoriety  that  seems  to  make  de- 
tection inevitable,  and  so  we  have  a  tangle 
serious  enough  to  drive  the  average  man  to 
suicide.  Lender  such  circumstances  the  au- 
thor may  be  forgiven  for  making  her  hero 
act  like  an  idiot.  Indeed  she  deserves  much 
credit  for  getting  him  out  of  the  mess  at  all, 
but  he  does  get  out  of  it,  and  with  flying 
colors,  but  nothing  could  persuade  us  to  di- 
vulge how  the  feat  is  done. 

Who?  By  Elizabeth  Kent.  New  York:  G.  P. 
Putnam's  Sons;  $1.25. 


The  Kallikak  Family. 
When  Martin  Kallikak  was  a  young  man 
he  joined  a  militia  company  at  the  beginning 
of  the  revolution.  Meeting  a  feeble-minded 
girl  at  a  tavern  he  became  the  father  of  a 
feeble-minded  son.  From  this  feeble-minded 
son  have  come  four  hundred  and  eighty  de- 
scendants. One  hundred  and  forty-three  of 
these  were,  or  are,  feeble-minded,  while  only 
forty-six  have  been  found  normal,  thirty-six 
have  been  illegitimate,  thirty-three  sexually 
immoral,  twenty-four  alcoholics,  three  epilep- 
tics, three  criminals,  eight  keepers  of  houses 
of  ill-fame,  and  eighty-two  died  in  infancy. 
The  author.  Dr.  Henry  Herbert  Goddard, 
asks  what  we  are  going  to  do  about  this  and 
confesses  his  own  inability  to  find  a  remedy. 
He  gives  us  the  whole  history  of  the  family 
with    charts,    diagrams,    and    analyses    of   its 


tendencies,  and  he  promises  us  a  larger  book 
later  on.  The  modern  reformer  will  prob- 
ably recognize  no  problem  in  the  Kallikak 
family  that  he  can  not  solve  in  five  minutes. 
The  author,  however,  tells  us  that  before  we 
can  do  anything  "a  great  deal  must  be 
learned  .  .  .  about  the  laws  of  human  in- 
heritance." 

The  Kallikak  Family.  By  Henry  Herbert 
Goddard,  Ph.  D.  New  York:  The  Macmitlan 
Company;   SI. 50  net. 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


San  Francisco. 

Mr.  Zoeth  S.  Eldredge  in  the  introduction 
to  his  two  fine  volumes  on  "The  Beginnings 
of  San  Francisco"  explains  that  his  work  is 
not  intended  as  a  history  of  California,  al- 
though he  must  necessarily  include  a  large 
amount  of  general  historical  material  in  his 
efforts  to  describe  the  rise  of  the  modern 
city.  In  one  respect  at  least  the  author 
strikes  an  eminently  important  note.  The 
romance  of  California  has,  he  says,  been 
overdone,  inasmuch  as  it  has  led  to  a  method 
of  historical  construction  which  overlooks 
whatever  is  not  romantic,  gives  heroic 
stature  to  ordinary  men,  and  overlooks  much 
of  sterling  value  in  human  character  and 
service.  Nowhere  does  Mr.  Eldredge  better 
display  the  originality  of  his  work  than  in 
estimates  of  actual  achievement  and  his  dis- 
regard for  the  merely  spectacular. 

The  author  begins  his  work  with  the  ex- 
pedition of  Colonel  Anza  for  the  relief  of  the 
presidios  of  Monterey  and  San  Diego  and 
the  missions  at  those  places  and  at  San  An- 
tonio, San  Gabriel,  and  San  Luis  Obispo.  He 
started  from  Tubac  on  January  8,  1774,  with 
twenty  soldiers  and  began  a  journey  that  for 
hardships,  endurance,  and  courage  has  prob- 
ably never  been  surpassed  in  the  history  of 
adventure.  The  author's  description  of  this 
remarkable  feat  is  a  good  piece  of  work  and 
an  invaluable  addition  to  the  story  of  the 
state,  while  for  the  first  time  we  have  the 
personnel  of  the  Anza  expedition  with  the 
names  of  the  soldiers,  their  wives,  and  chil- 
dren, their  origin  and  their  descendants. 

So  brief  a  review  of  so  large  a  work 
must  necessarily  be  inadequate,  but  it  may  be 
said  that  the  author  covers  the  whole  of  his 
allotted  field  and  with  an  independence  and 
a  vigor  of  judgment  that  is  certain  to  arouse 
a  wholesome  discussion.  A  chapter  is  de- 
voted to  Fremont  and  the  Bear  Flag  revolt, 
another  to  the  Donner  party,  and  a  third  to 
the  military  governors  of  California.  There 
are  biographies  of  many  of  the  chief  figures 
of  early  days,  a  satisfactory  account  of  the 
missions  and  their  destiny,  and  a  graphic  pic- 
ture of  the  coming  of  the  Argonauts.  The 
whole  work  bears  the  stamp  of  original 
research  and  of  the  expenditure  of  a  careful 
energy  that  has  borne  good  fruits.  And  it 
may  be  said  finally  that  we  have  a  large 
number  of  illustrations,  notes,  and  appendices 
characterized  by  the  same  competence  that 
distinguishes  the  whole  work. 

The  Beginnings  of  San  Francisco.  By  Zoeth 
Skinner  Eldredge.  In  two  volumes.  San  Fran- 
cisco:  Zoeth   S.    Eldredge;    per  set,   $7  net. 


Modern  Psychology. 
Those  who  desire  a  surface  acquaintance 
with  the  lives  and  writings  of  some  of  the 
modern  German  philosophers  can  hardly  do 
better  than  consult  this  competent  volume  by 
Dr.  G.  Stanley  Hall.  The  author  was  six 
years  in  Germany,  and  he  seems  to  have 
availed  himself  to  the  full  of  the  intellectual 
liberty  of  the  German  university  after  the 
"narrow,  formal,  rather  dry  curriculum  of  a 
denominational  American  college."  He  di- 
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Feckner,  Von  Hartman,  Von  Helmholtz,  and 
Wundt,  giving  to  each  a  careful,  if  abbre- 
viated, analysis  that  can  hardly  fail  to  earn 
the  appreciation  of  the  lay  student. 

Founders  of  Modern  Psychology.  By  G. 
Stanley  Hall.  Ph.  D.,  LL.  D.  New  York:  D. 
Appleton   &    Co.;    $2.50    net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 

Louis  Tracy  has  made  a  novel  out  of  Sir 
Arthur  Pinero's  comedy,  "The  Mind  the  Paint 
Girl,"  which  Mr.  Frohman  has  just  put  on 
in  New  York,  with  Miss  Eilly  Burke  in  the 
title-role. 

Over  1900  poems  by  1650  writers  were  sub- 
mitted to  the  editor  of  the  Lyric  Year  for 
the  forthcoming  anthology  of  modern  Ameri- 
can verse,  to  be  published  by  Mitchell  Ken- 
nerley  in  November,  when  the  cash  prizes  of 
$1000  for  the  three  best  poems  in  the  collec- 
tion will  be  announced  and  awarded.  The 
Lyric  Year  will  choose  from  the  1900  poems 
100,  each  by  a  different  writer. 

The  late  John  LaFarge,  artist  and  critic, 
left  a  diary  which  was  in  form  for  publica- 
tion, and  it  will  soon  be  brought  out  under 
the  title,  "Reminiscences  of  the  South  Seas." 

Cecil  Chesterton,  the  author  of  "The  Story 
of  Nell  Gwyn,"  which  Small,  Maynard  &  Co. 
arc  bringing  out  in  the  Queens  of  Beauty  and 
Romance  series,  is  a  brother  of  G.  K.  Ches- 
terton. He  is  the  assistant  editor  of  the  Eye- 
Witness,  the  London  weekly,  edited  by  Hilaire 
Belloc. 

Arthur  Sherburne  i  lardy,  who  was  recently 
l  faited  Stati  Minister  to  Spain,  is  the  au- 
thor of  a  new  bouk,  "Aurelie,"  that  has  just 
been  published  by  Harper  &  Brothers.  Mr. 
Hardy's  first  novel ,  "But  Yet  a  Woman," 
which  is  a  striking  story,  was  published  in 
188,1,  following  several  volumes  from  his  pen 
on  mathematical    opics. 

On   Henry    Holt  &   Co.'s   fall   list   is   Burton 

Egbert       Steven?  m's       remarkably       inclusive 

i     Verse,"     which     the    pub- 

1  edi      r     believe     will     be     the     big- 

n   ot   English   and  American  au- 
i  hi    together  in   a  single  vol- 


ume, including  as  it  will  some  4000  poems 
from  some  1200  writers;  but  taking  advan- 
tage of  the  possibilities  of  printing  on  India 
paper,  the  whole  will  be  comprised  in  a  vol- 
ume but  two  inches  thick  and  yet  all  in 
clear,  good-sized  type. 


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The  March  of  Progress 

A  great  city  rejoices  in  its  growth, 
wealth,  and  power.  It  is  proud  of  its 
many  conveniences — its  electrically  ope- 
rated street  railways,  its  telephones,  mar- 
velous electric  lights,  making  day  of  the 
night,  its  gas  system  which  has  dispelled 
gloom  and  drudgery  from  the  most  humble 
kitchen. 

City  dwellers  have  so  long  been  sur- 
rounded with  all  these  comfortable  aids, 
which  would  have  been  luxuries  beyond 
the  wildest  dreams  of  the  world's  wealth- 
iest a  few  generations  ago,  that  they  sel- 
dom think  of  the  source  whence  all  these 
things  emanate. 

Away  up  in  the  Sierras  a  few  hardy 
men  control  the  mysterious  power  ope- 
rating the  electric  cars  and  lighting  towns 
and  cities.  There  water  power  has  been 
conserved  to  such  good  purpose  that  it 
flows  regularly,  guided  by  the  human  hand, 
and  after  miles  of  piping  it  reaches  the 
power  houses  lower  on  the  mountain  sides, 
where  it  generates  electricity.  This  is 
carried  along  wires  down  the  slopes,  across 
the  valleys,  and  so  to  the  distributing 
points. 

And  a  handful  of  trained,  resourceful 
men  live  in  the  mountains  and  see  to  it 
that  the  fluid  for  the  city  lights,  tele- 
phones, car  lines,  and  a  thousand  and  one 
other  purposes  never  fails.  They  could 
live  without  the  city,  but  in  this  day  of 
mad  haste  the  city  could  not  progress  with- 
out them  and  many  more  like  them  in  the 
silent  places  seldom   heard  of. 

Millions  of  dollars  are  invested  in  these 
enterprises  which  have  become  an  abso- 
lute necessity  in  this  modern  age.  It  took 
unlimited  faith,  backed  by  large  capital,  to 
go  into  the  mountains  and  obtain  reservoir 
sites,  lay  pipe  lines,  and  erect  power  plants, 
and  in  valleys  to  build  gas  plants  and  lay 
hundreds  of  miles  of  pipe,  until  scores  of 
cities  are  furnished  with  these  commodi- 
ties. 

The  beginning  was  small,  slow,  seem- 
ingly uncertain,  but  the  master  minds  be- 
hind the  movement  saw  far  into  the  future. 
The  result?  Today  the  home,  store,  fac- 
tory, mine,  and  street  are  far  better  and 
more  safely  lighted,  and  at  less  cost,  than 
ever  before ;  millions  of  people  travel  daily 
in  comfort  in  electrically  propelled  cars  for 
a  small  fare ;  gas  has  made  cooking  a 
pleasure,  and  now  electricity  is  coming 
into  the  kitchen,  while  the  telephone  adds 
to  the  delights  of  living. 

Truly  the  spread  of  the  use  of  gas  and 
electricity  has  become  almost  a  wonder. 
The  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric  Company,  a 
pioneer  in  the  field,  serves  two-thirds  of 
California's  population,  in  thirty  of  the 
state's  fifty-eight  counties,  covering  an 
area  of  37,950  square  miles,  or  half  the 
size  of  all  the  New  England  States  com- 
bined. 

To  enable  it  to  operate  requires,  as  may 
be  supposed,  a  considerable  army  of 
trained  employees.  In  this  respect  it  is 
one  of  the  largest  employers  in  California, 
having  on  its  payroll  upwards  of  5000 
people. 


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RYE    HAS    MORE    NUTRITION 

than  any  other  grain.    By  skilful  distillation  its  remarkable 
food  qualitymakes  it  the  Richest  Product  of  the  Still. 


HUNTER 
BALTIMORE  RYE 

with  its  Mature  and  Mellow  Flavor  Is  known  as 
THE   AMERICAN    GENTLEMAN'S  WHISKEY 


October  12,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


BARRYMORE-  BARRIE—  ORPHEUM. 


Ethel  Barrymore  may  be  seen  this  week 
and  next  in  J.  M.  Barries  little  comedy, 
"The  Twelve  Pound  Look,"  at  the  Orpheum. 
That  is  about  the  proudest  announcement 
Martin  Beck  ever  put  on  the  bills  of  his  the- 
atres, and  it  deserves  a  word  or  two  by  it- 
self. Mr.  Beck  knows  the  vaudeville  stage 
and  the  tastes  of  vaudeville  audiences  as  well 
as  anybody,  and  a  little  more.  In  fact,  he 
has  been  remodeling  them  both  for  years. 
He  has  made  a  good  many  experiments,  and 
found  the  right  combination  more  times  than 
the  alleged  laws  of  chance  will  permit.  And 
he  has  never  received  the  credit  that  is  due 
him,  for  not  merely  securing  the  best  attrac- 
tions but  for  creating  the  attractions.  The 
variety  stage  had  very  few  acts  like  those 
which  make  up  the  Orpheum  programmes 
now,  when  Mr.  Beck  first  became  a  manager. 
Variety  theatres  have  changed  their  charac- 
ter as  well  as  their  name  through  the  efforts 
of  a  few  thoughtful  enthusiasts  like  the  head 
of  the  Orpheum  circuit. 

Mr.  Beck  was  not  attempting  a  brilliant 
advertising  stroke  when  he  made  the  arrange- 
ment with  Charles  Frohman  for  a  series  of 
appearances  in  the  Orpheum  theatres  of  one 
of  his  brightest  stars.  He  was  simply  con- 
tinuing the  daring  policy  which  he  adopted 
long  ago,  of  securing  the  choicest  offerings 
in  the  theatrical  world.  His  confidence  in 
the  support  of  the  public  is  not  to  be  shaken. 
He  has  proved  that  the  patronage  of  the  high- 
class  vaudeville  houses  is  quick  to  recognize 
and  lavish  in  its  appreciation  of  intelligent, 
artistic  work.  And  year  by  year  its  stand- 
ards are  raised,  thanks  to  his  untiring  efforts. 
If  there  was  a  difficulty  it  was  in  choosing 
the  play  in  which  Miss  Barrymore  was  to 
appear.  In  her  repertory  there  was  nothing 
better  suited  to  the  purpose  than  the  one-act 
play  by  the  Scottish  humorist  and  playwright. 
"Carrots,"  and  one  or  two  other  short  pieces 
were  too  sombre.  "The  Twelve  Pound  Look" 
is  a  comedy,  but  its  humor  is  of  the  biting 
sort;  in  its  shadows  there  are  dimly  seen  the 
figures  of  tragedy.  Would  it  prove  too  subtle 
in  its  wit  and  satire?  Mr.  Beck  knew  that 
it  would  not.  Many  sincere  admirers  of  Ethel 
Barrymore  and  her  art  would  have  been  less 
certain  of  the  result,  but  Mr.  Beck's  judg- 
ment has  been  endorsed  without  qualifica- 
tion. 

Miss  Barrymore  has  played  to  many  au- 
diences less  attentive  and  responsive  than 
those  that  greet  her  this  week  at  the  Or- 
pheum. It  is  true  that  the  app'ause  which 
often  followed  some  of  the  more  telling  lines 
in  other  engagements  does  not  come  so  spon- 
taneously, but  it  is  not  from  lack  of  appre- 
ciation. It  evidences  a  closer  interest,  an  un- 
willingness to  break  in  upon  a  perfect 
presentation.  For  proof,  the  recalls  after  the 
curtain  has  fallen. 

It  is  only  a  little  more  than  a  year  since 
Miss  Barrymore  was  seen  in  San  Francisco 
in  the  same  role.  The  interval  was  so  brief 
that  the  playgoer  with  a  memory  is  enabled 
to  compare  the  two  presentations,  and  to  the 
advantage  of  the  present  appearance.  Her 
portrait  of  the  stenographer  who  has  won 
liberty  and  independence,  and  purer  air,  was 
a  telling  one  at  first.  There  was  no  possi- 
bility of  its  being  less  than  that.  Mr.  Barrie 
had  created  a  character  of  positive  traits, 
and  told  her  story  with  dramatic  skill.  It 
needed  only  the  intuition,  the  accents  of  ex- 
pression, the  well-schoo'.ed  art  of  Miss  Barry- 
more to  make  it  live,  move  with  grace,  speak 
with  culminating  impressiveness.  But  there 
is  a  heightened  charm  in  the  characterization 
now.  It  is  seemingly  more  sensitive  to  the 
realities  and  the  whimsicalities  of  the  situa- 
tion. There  are  touches  here  and  there  that 
come  from  something  deeper  than  the  mood 
of  the  moment.  Perhaps  it  is  a  breath  of 
the  sentiment  from  the  closing  scene  in 
"Alice  Sit-by-the-Fire"  which  could  not  well 
be  carried  over  to  the  afterpiece  when  the 
two  plays  were  given  during  the  same  even- 
ing. Whatever  it  is,  it  adds  to  the  appeal  of 
the  comedy.  Miss  Barrymore  has  never  been 
more  delightfully  winning,  or  played  with 
more  assurance  and  finish. 

Percy  Standing  gives  a  remarkably  clever 
delineation  of  the  cockney  merchant  who  has 
won  his  way  to  knighthood.  It  brings  con- 
vincing force  to  a  domestic  complication  that 
in  less  capable  hands  might  be  more  grossly 
intolerable  yet  less  suggestive  of  intermittent 
asphyxiation.  Miss  Suzanne  Sheldon  as  Lady 
Sims  is  no  less  distinctive  in  her  art,  and 
her  eyes,  her  tones,  her  air  of  subjection, 
mphasize  the  features  of  life  in  a  household 


that    has    everything    but    understanding    and 
unselfishness. 

Happily,  and  not  strange  to  say,  the  other 
numbers  on  the  programme  are  in  keeping 
with  the  character  of  the  special  feature. 
They  are  all  good.  There  has  never  been 
at  the  Orpheum  a  more  thoroughly  pleasing 
bill  all  the  way  through.  Second  place  in 
general  favor  must  be  given  to  Mclntyre  and 
Harty,  "the  Sugar-Plum  Girlie  and  the  Marsh- 
mallow  Boy."  The  boy,  who  is  big  and  plump, 
sings  with  a  melodious  voice  and  good  ex- 
pression some  new  songs,  and  is  a  comedian 
of  talent.  The  girl  has  a  radiant  smile,  a  de- 
liciously  coquettish  manner,  sings  a  little 
story  with  an  Irish  refrain,  and  ably  assists 
her  partner  in  his  songs  and  comedy.  Owen 
McGiveney,  in  a  protean  playlet,  a  scene  from 
"Oliver  Twist,"  plays  five  characters  with 
great  skill  in  quick  make-up  and  amazing 
ingenuity  of  entrances  and  exits.  Owen 
Clark,  the  magician,  is  deftly  mystifying  and 
original.  George  L.    Shoals. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Belasco's  "The  Woman"  at  the  Columbia. 
In  no  play  seen  in  recent  years  has  woman's 
loyalty  to  woman  been  pictured  so  convinc- 
ingly as  it  is  now  being  done  in  David 
Belasco's  interesting  production  of  "The 
Woman,"  which  comes  to  the  Columbia  The- 
atre for  two  weeks  beginning  Monday  night. 
October  14,  with  matinees  on  Wednesday  and 
Saturday. 

William  C  de  Mille,  the  author,  adroitly 
exploits  this  virtue  in  Wanda  Kelly,  a  clever 
telephone  operator  who  refuses  to  disclose  the 
secret  of  another  woman's  life,  and  one  who 
is  practically  unknown  to  her.  Though  most 
women  believe  that  man  is  woman's  most  de- 
pendable friend,  Wanda  Kelly  proves  a  new 
creed  and  withstands  the  temptation  of  un- 
dreamed wealth  to  divulge  the  woman's  name 
whose  secret  she  holds  safely  locked  in  her 
heart.  Ten  thousand  dollars  proves  no 
temptation  to   part  with   it. 

Besides  teeming  with  heart  interest,  which 
is  sure  to  make  that  "lump"  rise  in  your 
throat,  "The  Woman"  embraces  much  humor, 
comedy,  and  laughs,  which  go  to  make  the 
play  an  amusing- as  well  as  instructive  enter- 
tainment. It  gives  insight  into  national  poli- 
tics as  practiced  by  the  men  of  affairs  of  the 
government.  All  the  tricks  of  the  politicians, 
with  the  ruthless  disregard  of  the  welfare  of 
individuals  when  the  interest  of  "the  party" 
is  at  stake,  are  shown.  In  "The  Woman" 
Wall  Street  and  all  its  machinations,  fathered 
by  clever  lawyers,  are  defeated  and  the 
woman  whose  name  is  made  the  price  of  vic- 
tory is  saved. 

Every  member  of  Mr.  Belasco's  perfect  cast 
has  scored.  Marjorie  Wood,  who  is  the 
switchboard  girl,  wins  by  her  charm,  her 
brightness,  and  capital  acting ;  Marion  Bar- 
ney is  admirable  in  a  powerful,  emotional 
role  ;  the  party  boss,  the  head  of  the  corrupt 
political  machine,  is  played  by  James  Seeley. 
Howell  Hansel  takes  the  part  of  the  in- 
surgent leader,  whose  ruin  the  machine  seeks, 
and  Austin  Webb  plays  the  husband  of  the 
woman  whose  secret  the  machine  is  seeking 
to  publish  broadcast. 


Last  Week  of  Grand  Opera  at  the  Cort. 
Genuine  success  has  been  achieved  in  the 
season  of  the  Lambardi  Pacific  Coast  Grand 
Opera  Company  at  the  Cort  Theatre.  Dur- 
ing the  past  three  weeks  the  capacity  au- 
diences have  been  the  rule  rather  than  the 
exception.  Artistically,  the  standard  upheld 
by  the  Lambardi  forces  has  been  higher  than 
that  attained  by  any  popular-priced  grand 
opera  company  that  San  Francisco  has  ever 
known.  It  is  gratifying  to  know  that  finan- 
cially the  season  has  been  successful,  too, 
that  local  music  lovers  have  supported  the 
latest  enterprise  of  the  veteran  impresario 
in  the  fashion  they  have. 

The  fourth  and  final  week  of  the  engage- 
ment at  the  Cort  starts  with  a  performance 
of  "La  Boheme"  tomorrow  (Sunday)  night. 
Matini  will  again  sing  the  role  of  Mimi,  and 
Armanini  will  once  more  be  Rudolph.  To- 
night ( Saturday)  will  see  a  repetition  of 
"Salome,"  which  proved  a  sensation  on  its 
first  presentation  Friday,  with  Tarquini  in 
the   title-role. 

Monday  night  will  be  devoted  to  another 
performance  of  the  Strauss  masterpiece,  with 
the  same  cast  as  before.  The  interest  in  this 
opera  has  exceeded  even  that  accorded  "Con- 
chita,"  which  occupied  the  attention  of  opera 
followers  during  the  early  part  of  the  Lam- 
bardi  engagement. 

"Madame  Butterfly"  will  be  given  on  Tues- 
day night,  with  Matini  in  the  title-role  and 
Agostini  singing  the  tenor  part  of  Pinkerton. 
At  the  Wednesday  matinee  "Salome"  will  be 
repeated,  and  on  Wednesday  night  the  double 
bill  of  "Cavalleria  Rusticana"  and  "I  Pag- 
liacci"   is   to   be  the  offering. 

The  real  feature  of  the  week,  however, 
will  be  the  appearance  of  Tarquini  in  "Car- 
men." There  is  a  great  desire  on  the  part 
of  the  opera  patrons  to  see  the  prima  donna 
as  Bizet's  cigarette  girl.  The  opera  will  be 
repeated  on  Saturday  night,  the  farewell  per- 
formance of  the  season.  "II  Trovatore"  will 
be  given  its  first  and  only  performance  on 
Friday  night,  and  at  the  Saturday  matinee 
"La  Boheme"  will  be  repeated. 

On  Sunday  night,  October  20,  comes  John 


Cort's  own  production  of  "The  Rose  of 
Panama,"  a  comic  opera  that  has  had  a  tre- 
mendous success  and  with  the  original  cast 
that  appeared  at  Daly's  Theatre,  New  York. 
Chapine,  the  dainty  French  actress,  appears 
at  the  head  of  the  company,  and  an  aug- 
mented orchestra  will  interpret  the  beautiful 
melodies  with  which   the  opera  abounds. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 
Ethel  Barrymore's  engagement  at  the  Or- 
pheum is  resulting  in  one  of  the  greatest 
theatrical  furors  this  city  has  ever  known. 
Her  performance  of  Kate  in  J.  M,  Barrie's 
one-act  play,  "The  Twelve  Pound  Look,"  is 
winning  her  the  most  enthusiastic  recognition 
of  her  brilliant  career.  She  will  repeat  it 
all  next  week,  which  will  most  positively  be 
the  last  of  her  season  here. 

The  other  attractions  for  next  week  will 
be  new  and  of  a  high  order  of  merit.  Jack 
Wilson,  supported  by  Franklyn  Batie  and 
Ada  Lane,  will  appear  in  his  newest  vehicle, 
"A  1912  Review,"  a  receptacle  for  some 
clever  songs,  an  eccentric  dance  or  two,  and 
an  abundance  of  bright  humor.  Wilson  is" 
one  of  the  funniest  comedians  in  vaudeville. 
Considerable  uncertainty  exists  concerning 
the  identity  of  the  clever  comedienne  who 
under  the  name  of  Mary  Elizabeth  has  be- 
come a  pronounced  success  in  vaudeville. 
Rumor  has  it  that  she  is  a  prominent  New 
York  society  girl.  Interest,  however,  centres 
rather  upon  what  she  can  do  than  on  who 
she  is.  In  a  dainty  little  act  of  song  and 
story  she  displays  charm  and  ability,  and  she 
is  expected  to  prove  one  of  the  greatest  hits 
of  the  new  bill. 

Mary  Quive  and  Paul  McCarthy,  recent 
recruits  from  musical  comedy  and  prominent 
features  of  "Louisiana  Lou,"  come  with  a 
combination  of  talents.  Miss  Quive,  who  is 
the  sister  of  Grace  Van  Studdiford,  sings 
with  great  charm  and  beauty  of  voice,  and 
her  vocalization  is  considerably  enhanced  by 
the  manner  in  which  she  performs  delightful 
violin  obligatos.  Mr.  McCarty  excels  both  as 
a  pianist   and  vocalist. 

The  eminent  English  actor,  Ben  Lewin,  will 
introduce  next  week  only  his  marvelously  ac- 
curate delineations,  which  include  Fagin  in 
his  prison  cell,  Grandfather  Trent,  and  other 
characters  from  Dickens.  One  of  his  greatest 
hits  is  his  recital  of  Chevalier's  "A  Fallen 
Star,"  which  is  the  complaint  of  an  aged  and 
decrepit  actor, 

Leonard  Gautier's  Animated  Toyshop  is  the 
title  given  to  one  of  the  best  animal  acts  in 
vaudeville.  It  shows  the  interior  of  a  toy- 
shop in  which  are  introduced  four  beautiful 
tiny  ponies  and  a  number  of  cute  little  dogs, 
whose  statuesque  attitudes  cause  them  to  be 
mistaken  for  toys.  They  perform  a  number 
of   clever   and   original   tricks. 

Deiro,  the  piano  accordeonist,  will  display 
his  wonderful  musical  ability  next  week  only, 
and  Owen  Clark  will  mystify  with  his  feats 
of  magic  and  legerdemain. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

At  the  Pantages  Theatre  this  week  the  bill 
includes  Boyle  Wolf  oik's  "Chicklets"  in  a 
musical  comedietta  ;  Franz  Adelman,  the  vio- 
linist ;  the  Keene  Trio,  young  lady  vocalists ; 
Tom  Kelly,  San  Francisco's  favorite  bary- 
tone and  story  teller ;  Fred  Graham  and 
Nellie  Bent  in  "Just  Like  a  Man"  ;  Paul  Gor- 
don and  Mile.  Ricca,  novelty  bicyclists,  and 
Alice  Teddy,  the  roller-skating  bear.  At  the 
Saturday  matinee  Alice  Teddy  will  hold  a 
reception   for  the  children  on  the  stage. 

For  the  week  commencing  Sunday  after- 
noon the  bill  will  be  headed  by  Robert 
Everest's  Monkey  Hippodrome,  a  clever  ag- 
gregation of  simians.  These  four-legged 
actors  offer  an  entertainment  abounding  in 
surprises,  with  a  monkey  orchestra,  monkey 
aerialists,  etc.  Earl  Dewey,  a  comedian 
fresh  from  the  legitimate  stage,  and  his  four 
"Dancing  Dolls"  will  present  terpsichorean 
surprises  and  catchy  songs,  the  girls  showing 
several  changes  of  costume.  Chot  Eldridge 
and  Harriet  Barlow  will  be  seen  in  their 
original  comedy  sketch,  "The  Law,"  the  scene 
representing  an  unimportant  railroad  junction 
in  Missouri,  where  William  Yuss  holds  many 
responsible  positions  and  where  Miss  Helen 
Winter,  a  distinguished  actress,  is  compelled 
to  lay  over  for  an  hour.  Gladys  Van  and 
Arthur  Pearce  will  offer  "Get  a  License," 
the  action  taking  place  at  a  stage  entrance, 
where  the  duo  indulge  in  all  kinds  of  clever 
singing,  dancing,  and  talking.  "The  Bow  and 
String  Maids,"  as  Miss  Helene  Schiller  and 
Miss  Olive  Hurlbut  are  known,  will  be  heard 
in  a  duet  for  violin  and  'cello,  violin  duets, 
and  songs.  The  young  ladies  come  to  San 
Francisco  highly  praised.  Davis  and  Scott, 
"mirth  and  melody  dispensers,"  promise  an 
original  specialty,  and  the  management  has 
another  act  in  reserve  that  promises  to  be  a 
great  surprise.  >  Sunlight  pictures,  showing 
scenes  of  interest  all  over  the  v.jrld,  will 
complete  the  programme. 
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Harrison  Grey  Fiske  has  selected  "The 
High  Road"  as  the  title  of  the  new  play  writ- 
ten for  Mrs.  Fiske  by  Edward  Sheldon. 


The  Ports  and  Sherries 

of  the  Italian-Swiss  Colony  are  the  standard 
wines  of  California.  Physicians  recommend 
them  as  a  tonic. 


Victor  Floor 
REMODELED 

We  have  remodeled  tht;  Third  Fluor  of  our 
building,  devoting  it  to  the  perfect  display  of 
VICTORS,  VTCTROLAS  and  RECORDS.  This 
entire  (loor  i*  devoted  to  individual  glass  pa rti- 
tloned  sound-proof,  demonstration  rooms,  .ill 

Perfectly  Ventilated  and  Day-Lighted 

Every  convenience  bas  been  Installed  for  the 

proper  demonstration  of  our  tremendous 
stock  of  VICTOR  goods,  and  for  the  comforl 
of  our  patrons. 

Sherman  Jpay  &  Go. 

Stoma;  and  Other  Pianos  Apollo  and  Cecilbn  Player  Pianos 
Victor  Talking  Machines    Sheet  Music  and  Musical  Merchandise 

Kearny  and  Sutter  Sts.,  San  Francisco 
Fourteenth  and   Clay  Sts.,  Oakland 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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RPHFIIM     O'FARRELL   STREET 
hi  UL.U1U  ^^  SlKktoD  ^  Pmd| 

Safest  and  Most  Maenificent  Theatre  in  Ametice. 


Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every   Day 

POSITIVELY  LAST  WEEK 

ETHEL    BARRYMORE 

Presenting  J.  M.  Barrie's  one-act  nlav.  "The 
Twelve  Pound  Look,"  in  conjunction  with 
AN  ENTIRELY  NEW  SHOW 
JACK  WILSON,  supported  by  Franklyn  Batie 
and  Ada  Lane,  in  "A  1912  Review";  MARY 
ELIZABETH.  Comedienne:  MARY  QCIYE  ami 
PALL  MCCARTHY:  BEN  LEWIN;  GADTIERS 
ANIMATED  TOYSHOP:  DEIRO.  Piano  Accord, 
ennist:  NEW  DAYLIOHT  MOTION  PICTURES; 
OWEN  CLARK. 

Evening  prices.  10c,  25c,  60c.  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  'except  Sundays  and  holidays). 
10c.  25c.  50c.      Phones— Douglas  70.  Home  C 1570. 


COLUMBIA  THEATRE  iKS^ 

^  Phones:  Franklin  150  Home  C5783 

The  Leading  Playhouse 

Two  Weeks.  Commencing 

MONDAY  NIGHT,  Oct.  U 

Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays 

David  Belasco  presents  the  Play  that  has 

set  the  nation  thinking1. 

THE    WOMAN 

A  gripping  drama  of  now  by 

William  C.De  Mille 

With  ;i  perfect  Belasco  cast  and  production 


CORT, 


Leading  Theatre 

EM, IS    AND    MARKET 
Phone  Sutter  2460 


LAMBARDI 

PACIFIC  COAST  GRAND  OPERA  CO. 

T<  might — "Salome" 
Fourth  and  LAST  Week  Starts 
Tomorrow  (Sunday)  Night 
Repertoire  for  Final  Week : 
Sunday,  "La  Boheme":    Monday.    "Salome"; 
Tuesday,    "lime.   Butterfly";    Wed.   Mat.,    "Sa- 
lome"; Wednesday,  "Cavalleria  Rusticana"  and 
"I'  Pagliacci";    Thursday,  "Carmen";    Friday, 
"II   Trovatore":    Sat.  Mat..  "La  Boheme";  Sat- 
urday. "Carmen."  Prices— 50c  to  $2. 
Commencing  Sunday   Night.  Oct.  20  — "THE 
ROSE  OF  PANAMA." 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 

*  MARKET  STREET,  opposite  Mason 

Week  of  October  13 

A  MONKEY  HIPPODROME 

The  Sensation  of  the  Century 

EARL  DEWEY  and  His  FOUR  DANCING 
POLLS:  ELDRIDCE  and  BARLOW.  Comedy 
Sketch,  "The  Law":  VAN  and  PEARCE  in  'Get 
a  License":  DAVIS  and  SCOTT.  Mirth  and  Mel- 
ody Dispensers:  IIELENE  SCHILLER  and 
iiLIYE  III'RLBl'T,  Violinists:  and  SUNLIGHT 
PICTURES. 

Mat.  daily  at  2;30.  Nights  at  7:15  and  9:15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1 :30  and  3 :30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


\  RICCARDO  MARTIN 


RUDOLPH 
GANZ 

PIANIST 
TWO  JOINT  CONCERTS 

SCOTTISH  RITE  HALL 

ThU  Sunday  aft.,  Oct.  13.  at  2:30. 

and  Sunday  aft.,  Oct.  20 

Seats  $2.00,$L50,$1.00.  Box-offices  now  at  Sher- 
man,) la;  .wo.'simd  Kohler  a  Chase's.  On  Sun- 
day at  hall.  Stelnway  Piano. 


THE 


United  States  Marine  Band 


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Of  Washington.  D.  * '. 
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At  DREAMLAND  RINK 

Sunday  aft.  and  eve,  Oc*.  20.  and 

Monday  aft.  and  eve,  Oct.  21 

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General   ad  Boa 

open    Monday  at    above 
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MARINE  BAND  AT  GREEK  THEATRE.  BERKELEY 

Saturday  aft,  and  Night,  Oct.  19 


GADSKJ—  Sunday  aft,  Oi  i 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  12,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


A  St.  Louts  drug  clerk  has  a  grievance 
against  the  new  woman,  although  why  it 
should  be  necessary  to  specify  the  young 
man's  occupation  it  is  hard  to  say.  Being  be- 
hind the  times  and  unaware  of  the  new  ar- 
rangements, he  was  so  rash  as  to  offer  his 
seat  in  a  street-car  to  a  woman,  and  he  was 
soundly  trounced  for  his  pains.  He  was  in- 
formed in  a  tone  of  voice  that  easily  reached 
the  sidewalk  that  suffragettes  believed  in  the 
equality  of  the  sexes  and  that  they  neither 
received  quarter  nor  gave  it.  They  desired 
that  men  should  not  surrender  their  seats 
nor  raise  their  hats,  and  as  this  particular 
youth  was  of  a  modest  and  retiring  disposi- 
tion— common  enough  among  men — he  felt 
the  publicity  acutely,  and  will  doubtless  take 
care  not  to  expose  himself  to  a  second  ad- 
monition of  the  kind. 

"Wei",  it  may  be  that  women  know  their 
own  business  best.  It  may  be  they  have 
satisfied  themselves  that  they  no  longer  need 
the  protection  of  chivalry  and  that  a  civiliza- 
tion without  chivalry  will  be  enough  to  safe- 
guard them  from  dangers  that  need  not  be 
specified.  But  we  have  our  doubts.  If  women 
were  but  able  to  look  into  the  mind  of  the 
average  man  and  measure  the  strength  of  the 
forces  that  are  there  held  in  leash  by  nothing 
but  the  sentiment  of  chivalry  they  would 
think  long  and  carefully  before  they  untied 
that  leash.  So  far  as  concerns  the  ordinary 
relations  between  ordinary  men  and  women 
there  are  only  two  forces  in  the  field — brute 
strength  and  chivalry,  and  women  may  now 
take  their  choice.  They  may  have  which 
thev  wish. 


There  seem  to  be  no  particular  reasons 
why  the  opinions  of  Dr.  Evangeline  W. 
Young  of  Boston  should  be  telegraphed  all 
over  the  country  merely  because  she  is  teach- 
ing eugenics  and  implores  young  people  not 
to  fall  in  love  at  first  sight.  Falling  in  love 
at  first  sight,  like  measles  or  glanders  or 
lying,  is  one  of  the  things  that  we  can  not 
help.  As  they  say  on  the  bills  of  lading  it  is 
an  act  of  God.  Falling  in  love  at  first  sight 
and  dying  are  the  two  superhuman  events  of 
our  life,  and  because  they  are  superhuman 
they  are  beyond  our  control. 

Xow  we  don't  want  to  be  hard  on  Evan- 
geline. She  means  well,  although  how  she 
can  lecture  on  eugenics  without  blushing  it 
is  hard  to  say.  It  must  be  the  climate.  And 
with  such  a  name,  too.  But  when  she  says 
that  matrimonial  disillusionment  always  fol- 
lows love  at  first  sight  she  is  talking  pure, 
unadulterated  rubbish.  Disillusionment  al- 
ways follows  matrimony,  Evangeline,  no  mat- 
ter whether  love  was  at  first  sight  or  at  twen- 
tieth. Every  one  knows  that,  although  our 
courage  in  saying  so  is  exceptional.  Love  at 
first  sight,  remarks  Evangeline,  is  often 
caused  by  some  trifle  of  dress  or  manner. 
Right  you  are.  Never  was  profounder  truth 
stated  in  simpler  language.  Boston  scores 
once  more  through  her  gifted  and  eugenic 
daughter.  And  gold  mines  are  usually  dis- 
covered through  some  trifle  of  surface  for- 
mation. All  great  events — wars,  revolutions, 
matrimony,  and  all  other  crimes,  disasters, 
and  cataclysms — originate  from  trifling 
causes.  Xature  always  begins  with  some- 
thing very  small  when  she  is  planning  some- 
thing very  great,  and  Evangeline  would 
hardly  believe  how  tiny  we  ourselves  were  at 
birth.  There  is  nothing  on  earth  of  such 
colossal  size  as  a  trifle,  nothing  so  full  of 
profound  purport  as  an  insignificance.  The 
man  who  "allows  himself  to  be  attracted  by 
"some  trifle  of  dress  or  manner"  has  more 
intuitive  science  in  his  little  finger  than  all 
the  eugenists  put  together  have  in  their  whole 
Cosmos. 

Into  the  lecturer's  recommendation  of  mar- 
riages for  money  and  social  position  we  need 
not  enter.  We  might  have  expected  it.  May- 
be we  are  too  old  and  fossilized  to  keep 
abreast  of  the  gay  and  giddy  cerebration 
which  ca!ls  itself  modern  thought,  but  we 
were,  and  are,  under  the  impression  that  the 
man  or  woman  who  marries  for  anything  but 
love  is  guiltj'  of  sexual  depravity. 


to  magnify  the  importance  of  the  insignifi- 
cant. It  is  our  anxiety  for  the  dignity  of  the 
Chinese  official  classes  that  leads  us  to  offer 
this  suggestion,  for  we  know  whereof  we 
speak  when  we  say  that  the  omission  of 
trousers  is  sure  to  excite  comment. 


Who  shall  doubt  that  China  is  on  the  high 
road  to  that  lofty  moral  civilization  of  which 
we  blushingly  confess  ourselves  to  be  the 
chief  examples.  The  Republican  Congress  in 
Peking  has  devoted  ten  sessions  to  a  con- 
sideration of  the  dress  problem  and  to  an 
examination  of  all  the  costumes  of  the  West- 
ern world.  They  were  not  only  examined, 
hut  they  were  tried  on  (shades  of  Confucius!) 
by  the  assembled  celestial  legislators,  who 
personally  experimented  with  the  women's 
attire  as  well  as  the  men's,  since  the  resulting 
ukase  included  both  sexes  alike.  It  is  now 
ordained  that  all  the  official  classes  shall 
wear  the  clothing  of  the  white  man,  and  this 
is  specified  as  a  black  walking  coat,  top  hat 
of  Chinese  silk,  and  patent  leather  shoes. 
Xow  we  should  hate  to  interfere  with  the  do- 
mestic affairs  of  another  country,  but  we 
sincerely  trust  that  there  has  been  no  over- 
sight in  this  matter.  For  what  about  the 
trousers  ?  Hun  ble  and  unassuming  gar- 
ments, it  is  true,  but  not  to  be  overlooked 
upon  that  account.  Trousers  make  a  surpris- 
ing difference  n  the  general  effect,  and  a 
a  olack  coat,  top  hat,  and  patent 
it  trousers,  might  attract  the 
ibald,  who  are  always  ready 


The  sad  case  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wilks  that 
is  now  engaging  the  prayerful  attention  of 
English  justice  is  worthy  of  attention  wher- 
ever the  voice  of  a  militant  womanhood  is 
born  to  us  upon  the  wandering  winds.  Eng- 
lish women,  be  it  remembered,  have  already 
won  the  right  to  own  their  own  property  free 
from  all  interference  by  tyrannical  husbands. 
Xow  Mrs.  Wilks  owns  certain  property  upon 
which  the  tax  collector  has  cast  his  ubiqui- 
tous and  covetous  eye.  But  Mrs.  Wilks  is  a 
suffragette  and  has  therefore  adopted  the 
noble  principle  of  no  vote,  no  pay,  and  when 
Mrs.  Wilks,  being  a  suffragette,  says  that  she 
won't  do  a  thing,  she  won't,  and  that's  all 
there  is  to  it.  So  the  tax  collector,  foiled  for 
the  moment,  retires  in  disorder  and  then  de- 
cides to  renew  the  attack  along  the  lines  of 
least  resistance,  that  is  to  say,  by  way  of  the 
relatively  innocuous  and  defenseless  Wilks. 
Wilks,  on  his  part,  replies  that  the  property 
is  not  his,  that  he  has  neither  part  nor  lot 
in  it,  and  that  he  can  not  reconcile  it  with 
his  conscience  to  pay  taxes  on  the  property 
of  another.  Who  could  ?  Most  people  find  it 
a  strain  on  their  consciences  to  pay  taxes  at 
all.  But  now  note  the  results.  Wilks  is 
haled  off  to  prison,  since  the  law  makes  him 
responsible  for  his  wife's  debts  while  daring 
him  to  touch  his  wife's  property.  So  man 
once  more  comes  off  second  best,  and  the 
luckless  Wilks  may  reflect  upon  what  women 
really  mean  when  they  talk  about  the  equality 
of  the  sexes. 


Lady  Dorothy  Nevill  in  her  lately  published 
volume  of  reminiscences  relates  how  Queen 
Victoria  once  rebuked  a  certain  mistress  of 
the  robes  for  unpunctuality.  A  day  and  hour 
had  been  appointed  for  a  public  ceremony  in 
which  the  queen  was  to  take  part.  The  hour 
had  arrived,  and  of  all  the  court  the  duchess 
alone  was  absent.  The  queen  gave  vent  more 
than  once  to  her  impatience,  and  at  last,  just 
as  she  was  about  to  enter  her  carriage  with- 
out her  first  lady  of  honor,  the  duchess  in 
breathless  haste  made  her  appearance,  stam- 
mering out  faint  words  of  excuse.  "My  dear 
duchess,"  said  the  queen,  smiling,  "I  think 
you  must  have  a  bad  watch,"  and  she  un- 
loosed from  her  neck  the  chain  of  a  mag- 
nificent watch  which  she  herself  wore,  and 
passed  it  round  the  neck  of  the  offender. 


Elsewhere  Lady  Nevill  talks  of  the  de- 
cadence of  the  day  as  reflected  in  the  lives  of 
women.  "The  fact  is,"  she  says,  "that  in  a 
great  many  cases  modern  woman — in  Eng- 
land, I  mean — is  spoilt.  Many  have  no  in- 
terests and  too  much  time  on  their  hands, 
with  the  result  that  they  will  take  up  some 
fad.  As  for  the  well-to-do,  a  great  number 
of  them  now  seem  to  completely  dominate 
their  husbands.  This  struck  the  old  Shah  of 
Persia  very  much.  Tt  seems  to  me,'  said  he, 
'that  an  English  or  American  husband  is  noth- 
ing better  than  a  sort  of  butler.'  " 

The  Critic  and  Guide  gives  the  following 
sage  advice  on  how  to  become  a  neurasthenic  : 

Eat  no  breakfast.  Indulge  in  but  one  meal 
daily;  at  any  rate  not  more  than  two.  Eat  no 
meat.  Eat  freak  cereals,  vegetables,  nuts,  and 
fruit.  Masticate  every  morsel  268  times — 267 
times  won't  do.     Take  a  cold  bath  every  morning. 

Be  massaged  daily.  Read  the  health  magazines 
daily.  Read  all  the  books  on  how  to  gain  self- 
control  and  on  psychotherapy.  Concentrate  the 
mind  upon  the  digestion  and  upon  all  articles  of 
diet.  Upon  every  possible  occasion  discuss  your 
imaginary-  troubles  with  your  friends  and  coerce 
your  wife  into  catering  to  every  dietetic  whim 
that  you  can  formulate.  Buy  a  lot  of  apparatus 
for  indoor  exercise  and  roll  a  cannon  ball  around 
over  selected  portions  of  one's  anatomy. 

LTnnumbered  experimenters  who  may  be 
met  in  every  street-car,  and  indeed  wherever 
there  is  a  chance  for  loathsome  confidences, 
can  guarantee  the  value  of  these  rules. 


A  dispatch  from  Philadelphia  says  that  a 
"peculiar  malady"  has  manifested  itself  in  a 
local  hospital.  A  woman  patient  there  is  un- 
able to  stop  talking  and  insists  that  some 
person  be  present  to  listen  to  her.  The  doc- 
tors say  that  she  is  suffering  from  some  form 
of  mania,  but  they  have  not  yet  found  a 
cure. 

Xow  that's  easy  to  understand.  There  is 
no  cure.  But  the  malady  can  hardly  be  de- 
scribed as  "peculiar."  Painful  perhaps,  but 
not  exceptional ;  distressing,  but  not  rare. 
We  feel  persuaded  that  there  are  other  cases 
even  in  Philadelphia,  and  while  we  would 
hesitate  to  throw  a  slur  upon  the  fair  name 
of  a  city  that  has  commanded  our  distant  ad- 
miration we  feel  that  mere  promotion  inter- 
ests ought  not  to  stand  in  the  way  of  truth. 
And  so  a  stern  sense  of  duty  compels  us  to 
say  that  this  disease  is  not  only  prevalent,  but 
contagious.  Far  be  it  from  us,  a  mere  lay- 
man, to  suggest  remedies  that  have  eluded 
the  vigilance  of  the  Philadelphia  doctors,  but 
sometimes  the  outsider  sees  most  of  the 
game.  -Xow  why  not  inoculate  that  poor  chat- 
tering creature  with  hookworm,  said  to  be  so 
destructive  to  energy,  and  then  cure  the  hook- 
worm? 


To  New  York 

By  the  Rail,  Gulf  and 

Ocean  Route 

Another  Way  to  Go — 
with  a  Salt  Water 
Tonic  at  the  end  of 
your  Rail  Trip 

Take  "Sunset  Express" — 

From  San  Francisco,  Third  and 
Townsend  Streets,  4  p.m.,  daily, 
via  Coast  Line,  through  Southern 
California,  Arizona,  Texas  and 
Louisiana  to  New  Orleans. 

Pullman  equipment,  electric 
lighted  throughout.  Observa- 
tion —  Library  —  Clubroom  Car. 
Dining  Car  meals  a  la  carte. 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


237 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


The  Disraelis  were  visiting  Strathfieldsaye 
in  the  time  of  the  old  Duke  of  Wellington. 
Going  up  to  the  bedroom,  Disraeli  found 
his  wife  and  her  maid  moving  the  bed  from 
one  side  of  the  room  to  the  other.  When  he 
inquired  the  reason,  his  wife  said:  "Well, 
my  dear,  the  duke  sleeps  on  the  other  side 
of  the  wall,  and  if  I  lie  against  it  I  can  boast 
that  I  have  slept  between  the  two  greatest 
men  in  England." 


A  wise  cavalry  officer  keeps  a  sharp  eye 
upon  the  horses  of  his  command,  as  the  suc- 
cess of  the  next  engagement  may  depend 
upon  their  good  condition.  A  sergeant  was 
out  of  patience  with  an  awkward  recruit. 
"Never  approach  the  horses  from  behind 
without  speaking!"  he  exclaimed;  "if  you  do, 
they'll  kick  you  in  that  thick  head  of  yours, 
and  the  end  of  it  will  be  that  we  shall  have 
nothing  but  lame  horses  in  the  squadron." 


The  will  of  the  Earl  of  Pembroke,  of  the 
English  civil  war  notoriety,  does  not  portray 
a  mind  exactly  in  the  state  it  should  be, 
when  he  proceeds  to  say ;  "As  regards  my 
other  horses,  I  bequeath  them  to  my  Lord 
Fairfax,  that  when  Cromwell  and  his  council 
take  away  his  commission  he  may  still  have 
some  horses  to  command.  Above  all,  put  not 
my  body  beneath  the  church  porch,  for  I  am, 
after  all,  a  man  of  birth,  and  would  not  that 
I  should  be  interred  there  where  Colonel 
Pride  was  born." 


Lord  DufFerin  delivered  an  address  before 
the  Greek  class  of  the  McGill  University, 
about  which  a  reporter  wrote :  "His  lord- 
ship spoke  to  the  class  in  the  purest  ancient 
Greek,  without  mispronouncing  a  word  or 
making  the  slightest  grammatical  solecism." 
"Good  heavens !"  remarked  Sir  Hector 
Langevin  to  the  late  Sir  John  A.  Macdonald, 
"how  did  the  reporter  know  that?"  "I  told 
him,"  was  the  Conservative  statesman's  an- 
swer. "But  you  don't  know  Greek."  "True, 
but  I  know  a  little  about  politics." 


Sir  William  Fraser  records  with  pride  his 
own  readiness  in  quoting  the  saying  of  one 
of  Disraeli's  heroes  to  "Dizzy"  himself,  to- 
gether with  the  pleasure  "Dizzy"  took  in 
being  so  quoted  to.  "Sitting  next  to  him  at 
Lord  Shrewsbury's,  cigars  were  handed  round 
after  dinner.  He  shook  his  head,  and  turn- 
ing to  me,  said.  'The  grave  of  love.'  I  re- 
plied, '  "Tobacco  is  the  tomb  of  love,"  said 
Egremont,  holding  up  a  cigar.'  He  looked 
very  much  pleased,  and  said,  'I  apologize ;  I 
thought  the  remark  was  original.'  " 


One  of  the  curiosities  of  the  House  of 
Commons,  very  rarely  seen,  was  Erie  Drax, 
for  many  years  member  for  a  Dorsetshire 
borough.  Once,  at  a  general  election,  on  the 
day  previous  to  the  nomination,  he  put  out 
the  following  address  to  his  constituents : 
"Electors  of  Wareham !  I  understand  that 
some  evil-disposed  person  has  been  circu- 
lating a  report  that  I  wish  my  tenants,  and 
other  persons  dependent  upon  me,  to  vote 
according  to  their  conscience.  This  is  a  das- 
tardly lie,  calculated  to  injure  me.  I  have 
no  wish  of  the  sort.  I  wish,  and  I  intend, 
that  these  persons  shall  vote  for  me." 


A  famous  Chicago  lawyer  once  had  a  singu- 
lar case  to  settle.  A  physician  came  to  him 
in  great  distress.  Two  sisters,  living  in  the 
same  house,  had  babies  of  equal  age,  who  so 
resembled  each  other  that  their  own  mothers 
were  unable  to  distinguish  them  when  they 
were  together.  Now  it  happened  that  by  the 
carelessness  of  the  nurses  the  children  had 
become  mixed,  and  how  were  the  mothers  to 
make  sure  that  they  received  back  their  own 
infants?  "But,  perhaps,"  said  the  lawyer, 
"the  children  weren't  changed  at  all."  "Oh, 
but  there's  no  doubt  that  they  were  changed." 
said  the  physician.  "Are  you  sure  of  it  ?" 
"Perfectly."  "Well,  if  that's  the  case,  why 
don't  you  change  them  back  again?  I  don't 
see   any  difficulty   in  the  case." 


Old  Lord  Forglen,  the  Scotch  judge,  died 
in  1727.  Dr.  Clerk,  who  attended  his  lord- 
ship to  the  last,  calling  on  his  patient  the 
day  he  died,  was  admitted  by  the  judge's  old 
servant  and  clerk,  David  Reed.  "How  does 
my  lord  do  ?"  inquired  the  doctor.  "I  houp 
he's  weeH"  responded  the  old  man,  whose 
voice  and  manner  at  once  explained  his  mean- 
ing. With  tears  streaming  down  his  face,  he 
conducted  Dr.  Clerk  into  a  room  where  there 


were  two  dozen  bottles  of  wine  underneath 
the  table.  Other  gentlemen  presently  ar- 
rived, and  having  partaken  of  a  glass  or  two 
of  wine,  while  they  listened  to  David's  ac- 
count of  his  master's  last  hours,  they  all  rose 
to  depart.  "No,  no,  gentlemen  ;  not  so,"  said 
the  old  factotum,  "it  was  the  express  wish  of 
the  deceased  that  I  should  fill  ye  a'  fou,  and  I 
maun  fulfill  the  will  or  the  dead."  Dr.  Clerk 
used  to  add,  when  relating  the  story,  "and, 
indeed,  he  did  fulfill  the  will  of  the  dead,  for 
before  the  end  o't,  there  was  na  ane  of  us 
able  to  bite  his  ain  thoomb !" 


A  curious  story  is  told  as  to  how  the 
Rothschilds  supported  Carafa,  the  composer. 
The  latter  was  far  from  rich.  His  principal 
income  was  derived  from  a  snuff-box.  And 
this  was  the  way  of  it:  The  snuff-box  was 
given  to  the  author  of  "La  Prison  d'Edim- 
bourgh,"  about  thirty  years  ago,  by  Baron 
James  de  Rothschild,  as  a  token  of  esteem. 
Carafa  sold  it,  twenty-four  hours  later,  for 
seventy-five  napoleons  to  the  same  jeweler 
from  whom  it  had  been  bought.  This  be- 
came known  to  Rothschild,  who  gave  it  again 
to  the  musician  on  the  following  year.  The 
next  day  it  returned  to  the  jeweler's.  This 
traffic  continued  till  the  death  of  the  banker, 
and  longer  still,  for  his  sons  kept  up  the 
tradition,  to  the  great  satisfaction   of  Carafa. 


Dr.  Wekerle,  Hungarian  minister  of 
finance,  had  a  country-seat  at  Pilis,  near  Buda 
Pesth,  where  he  was  in.  the  habit  of  spend- 
ing his  Sundays.  His  only  piece  of  luggagt 
on  these  occasions  consisted  of  a  small  hand- 
bag, which  never  contained  anything  but  the 
regulation  bottle,  four  handkerchiefs,  and  a 
traveling  cap.  Returning  one  Monday  to  the 
capital,  the  minister  met  a  friend,  a  gentle- 
man named  Von  Fischer,  who  was  carrying 
a  bag  exactly  the  counterpart  of  his  excel- 
lency's valise.  Herr  von  Fischer  smiled  a 
thoughtful  smile  as  he  noticed  the  similarity 
of  the  bags  and  whispered  to  the  minister : 
"My  bag  is  filled  with  smuggled  Turkish  to- 
bacco. You  will  be  good  enough  to  shield 
me  against  the  custom-house  spies,  I  hope." 
The  minister  looked  serious.  "I  will  do 
nothing  of  the  kind,"  he  said,  and  when  the 
two  gentlemen  arrived  at  the  Pesth  depot, 
the  minister  beckoned  to  a  custom-house  of- 
ficial and  said:  "My  friend  desires  to  pay 
duty  on  a  lot  of  Turkish  tobacco  he  has  in 
his  bag."  "His  excellency  is  joking,"  cried 
the  baron,  who  meanwhile  had  changed  bags 
with  the  minister;  "see,  I  have  no  contra- 
band articles  about  me,"  and  he  opened  the 
bag  in  proof  of  what  he  said.  The  minister 
looked  perplexed  for  a  moment,  then  he  reso- 
lutely grabbed  his  friend's  baj  and  said  to 
the  official :  "Well,  assess  me  for  the  to- 
bacco, but  be  quick  about  it.  I  have  no 
time  to  lose."  The  official  acted  on  the  sug- 
gestion, and  the  minister  paid  three  florins 
and  fifty  pfennigs  into  the  treasury  of  his 
own  department.  Then  he  jumped  into  the 
carriage  and  drove  off,  shouting  out  his 
thanks  to  the  baron  for  his  present  of  twenty 
pounds    of    excellent   tobacco. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

Fate's  Clever  "Way. 
Sim  Slyman  sought  with  all  his  might 

To  gain  a  store  of  wealth ; 
He  worked  at  noon,  he  worked  at  night, 

He   did   his  best   by    stealth. 
He  tricked  the  widow,  robbed  the  fool, 

To  any   scheme   he'd    hitch; 
His  life  devoid  of  honest  rule, 

The   man   grew   very   rich. 

Sim  Slyman's  nephew,  Happy  Dick, 

Was  honest  as  could  be. 
No  one  he  strove  to  rob  or  trick — 

A  kindly  chap  was  he. 
He  often  helped,  when  luck  was  bad, 

Some  other  with  his  pelf; 
So  much  he  gave  he  rarely  had 

A  dollar    for   himself. 

Sim   Slyman  on  a  certain  day 

Dropped  dead   and   left  no   will; 
And  Happy  Dick  now  gives  away 

Slim's  wealth  with  care  and   skill. 
And  so  we  see,  if  we  have  eyes 

And  brains  to  match  the  rest, 
That    fate   is  sly  and   very   wise 

And  knows  her  business  best. 

— New   York  Globe. 


Gently  Milly. 
As    Milly    was  churning,    a  dog  overturning 

Her  butter  pats,  close  to  her  sped. 
Did    impotent    anger   give    place   to    her    languor, 

And  did  she  act  foolish?     Instead 
No  word  did  she  utter,  but  snatched  up  the  butter, 

And,  aiming  as  poor    Rover  fled, 
With    charming    affection    and    perfect    direction, 

She  gave  him  a  pat  on  the  head. 

— Kansas  City  Star. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


October  12,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle   of   the   social   happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay   of  San   Francisco   will  be  found   in 
the  following  department: 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Parraelee  Eells  have  an- 
nounced the  engagement  of  their  daughter,  Mrs. 
Gertrude  Eells  Babcock,  to  Mr.  John  Lawson. 
Mrs.  Babcock  is  the  widow  of  the  late  Lieutenant 
Tohn  Franklin  Babcock,  U.  S.  N.,  who  was  a  son 
of  Mr?.  John  B.  Babcock  and  the  late  General 
Babcock,  U.  S.  A.,  and  a  brother  of  Captain  Con- 
rad Babcock,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Lieutenant  Franklin 
Babcock,  U.  S.  A.  Mrs.  Babcock  is  a  sister  of 
Mrs.  Conrad  Babcock  of  West  Point.  Mrs.  Henry 
Sloane  of  New  York,  and  Mr.  Shepherd  Eells  of 
this  city.  The  wedding  will  take  place  Thursday, 
October    17. 

Major-General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  3.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Murray  have  announced  the  engagement  of 
their  daughter,  Miss  Carolyn  Murray,  to  Mr.  Ord 
Preston  of  Washington,  D.  C.  The  wedding  will 
take  place  at  Fort  Mason  in   December. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Gertrude  Fancher  ana 
Mr.  Austin  Willard  Sperry  took  place  Thursday, 
October  4,  at  St.  Mark"s  Episcopal  Church  in 
Merced.  The  bride  is  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  A.  C.  Fancher  of  Merced.  Mr.  Sperry  is 
the  son  of  Mrs.  Katherine  Sperry  of  Berkeley, 
a  grandson  of  the  late  Mr.  Willard  Sperry,  and  a 
nephew  of  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker,  Princess 
Poniatowski  of  Paris,  and  Mr.  George  Sperry  of 
this  city.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sperry  will  reside  in 
Sacramento. 

Miss  Ruth  Searles,  daughter  of  Mr.  William 
A.  Searles  of  this  city  was  married  Thursday 
evening  to  Mr.  Leland  J.  Sparks,  son  of  the  late 
Governor   Sparks   of  Nevada. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Juliet  Borden  and  Lieu- 
tenant Irving  Hall  Mayfield,  U.  S.  N.,  took  place 
last  week  at  St.  John's  Episcopal  Church  in  Los 
Angeles.  The  matrons  of  honor  were  Mrs.  Harry 
Borden  and  Mrs.  Harry  Ellis  Collins.  The 
Misses  Katherine  Stearns,  Virginia  Walsh.  Kathe- 
rine Johnson,  Elizabeth  and  Florence  Wood  were 
the  bridesmaids.  Lieutenant  Thomas  A.  Lyming- 
ton,  U.  S.  N.,  attended  the  groom  as  best  man 
and  the  ushers  included  Lieutenant  Charles  F. 
Pousland,  U.  S.  N.,  Lieutenant  Jesse  B.  Olen- 
dorf,  U.  S.  N.,  Paymaster  Henry  Ellis  Collins, 
U.  S.  N„  and  Ensign  S.  Smith,  U.  S.  N.  A  re- 
ception was  given  at  the  home  of  the  bride's 
father,    Mr.    Sheldon    Borden. 

Mrs.  James  Rolph,  Jr.,  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Wednesday  at  her  home  on  San  Jose  Avenue. 
Mrs.  Rolph  was  assisted  in  receiving  her  guests 
by  her  sister,  Miss  Jean  Reid. 

Mrs.  Lawrence  Harris  entertained  a  number  of 
young  people  at  a  tea  in  honor  of  Miss  Con- 
stance Metcalfe,  daughter  of  Captain  John  Met- 
cal  fe. 

Miss  Dora  Winn  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon  at 
her  home  on  California  Street  in  honor  of  Miss 
Harriet    Pomeroy    and    a    number    of    debutantes. 

Miss  Kate  Peterson  gave  a  luncheon  Wednes- 
day at  her  home  in  Belvedere  complimentary  to 
Miss   Henriette    Blanding. 

Miss  Isabelle  Beaver  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon last  week,  when  Miss  Constance  McLaren 
was  the  complimented   guest. 

Miss  Cora  Smith  gave  a  tea  Wednesday  at  her 
home  on  California  Street  in  honor  of  Miss 
Klothe  McGee. 

Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  entertained  a  num- 
ber of  friends  at  a  luncheon  Wednesday  in  Bur- 
lingame. 

Miss  Jean  Pollock  was  hostess  Tuesday  at  a 
theatre  party  and  tea. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  gave 
a  dinner  last  week  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis  and 
accompanied   their  guests  to   the  opera. 

Mrs.  Edgar  De  Pue  has  issued  invitations  to 
an  informal  dance  Thursday  evening,  October  24, 
at  her  residence  on   Sacramento    Street. 

Mrs.  Benjamin  Ide  Wheeler  was  hostess  last 
Fridny  at  a  reception  in  her  new  home  in  Berke- 
ley. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  entertained  a  large  number 
of  friends  at  a  tea  Tuesday  at  her  home  on  Clay 
Street. 

The  first  concert  of  the  St.  Francis  Musical 
Art  Society  will  take  place  Tuesday  evening,  Oc- 
tober   15. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mr,  Clarence  Follis  has  returned  to  his  home 
in  New  York  after  an  extended  -visit  in  this  city. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    Mcrritt    Rcid    and   their   daughter, 

l.  inn     Reid,     will    close    their    cottage    in 

■  ■     early    in    November   and   will   come   to 

tlic   winter   months. 

Mrs.     Louis    Parrott    has    returned    from    Europe 

I. ri|    at   t!i«_-  Hotel    Monroe. 

Louis    Findlay    Monteagle    arrived    Sunday 

from    Europe    and    will    spend    several   weeks   at    her 

on     Pacific     Avenue.       Mrs.     Monteaplc    will 


return  to  Europe  the  latter  part  of  November 
and  will  join  Mr.  Monteagle  and  Mr.  Kenneth 
Monteagle   in    Munich. 

Mr.  Frederick  Tillmann  has  returned  from  Eu- 
rope, where  he  has  been  traveling  for  the  past 
eight  months  with  Mrs.  Tillmann  and  Miss  Agnes 
Tillmann,  who  are  at  present  in  Paris.  They 
will  be  joined  in  December  by  Mr.  Tillmann,  who 
will    accompany    them   on    a  trip  to    Egypt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Otto  Grau  have  been  spending  a 
few  days  in  Sacramento,  where  they  went  to  at- 
tend the  wedding  of  Miss  Florence  Grau  and  Mr. 
Frank  Reynolds. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  L.  Dean  will  close  their 
home  in  San  Rafael  early  in  November  and  will 
come  to   town    for   the   winter. 

Mr.  Roy  M.  Pike  h?.s  returned  from  a  brief 
visit  in  Cincinnati.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pike  will  re- 
side here  inde6nitely  and  will  soon  be  estab- 
lished in  the  home  oh  Broadway  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.   Harry  Bates. 

Miss  Mauricia  Mintzer  and  Mr.  Lucio  Mintzer 
will  remain  in  San  Rafael  until  January.  They 
are  occupying  the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
Martin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  will  leave  shortly 
for  New  York,  where  they  will  spend  the  month 
of  November. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Josselyn  arrived  yester- 
day from  Europe  and  have  taken  an  apartment 
on   Clay  and   Gough   Streets   for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  R.  C.  Brown  arrived  from 
Aspen,  Colorado,  Monday  and  are  the  guests  of 
Mrs.  Brown's  sister,  Mrs.  McNutt  Potter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mark  L.  Gerstle  have  returned 
from  Europe,  where  they  have  been  traveling 
during  the  past  year. 

Mrs.  Thomas  P.  Bishop,  Sr.,  and  her  son,  Mr. 
Frank  Bishop,  will  leave  next  week  for  the  Orient 
and  will  make  a  tour  of  the  world  before  return- 
ing home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jesse  Grant  and  their  daughter, 
Miss  Nellie  Grant,  have  taken  a  house  on  Wash- 
ington and  Spruce  Streets  for  the  winter  season. 
Mr.  W.  F.  Herrin,  Miss  Kate  Herrin,  and 
Miss  Marian  Newhall  have  returned  from  a  trip 
to    Portland. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson  has  returned  from  Bur- 
lingame,  where  she  has  been  visiting  Mr.  and 
Mrs.   Mountford  S.  Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Barry  Beckett  and  their  little 
son  have  arrived  from  Seattle  and  will  spend 
several  weeks  with  Mrs.  Beckett's  father,  Cap- 
tain   William    B.    Collier. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nelson  B.  Lansing  have  gone  to 
Honolulu  to  reside.  They  have  recently  been  the 
guests  of  Mrs.  Timothy  Guy  Phelps  in  San 
Carlos. 

Mr.  Osgood  Hooker  has  returned  from  the 
East,  where  he  placed  his  son,  Mr.  Osgood 
Hooker,    Jr.,    in    a   preparatory    school. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Welbore  Burnett  have  returned 
from  their  country  home  in  Novato,  and  are 
guests  of  Mrs.  Burnett's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
A.    B.  Hammond. 

Mr.  Henry  Hadley  has  taken  the  apartment  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Haig  Patigian,  who  have  gone  to 
Europe   for  an  indefinite  stay. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  R.  Sherwood  are  again  in 
town  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  Belve- 
dere. 

Miss  Gladys  Jones  of  San  Rafael  has  recently 
been  visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Hellman 
at    their    home    on    California    Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  are  occupying 
apartments   at  the   Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  William  Mayo  Newhall  spent  the  week- 
end   with    friends    in    Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels  left  yesterday 
for  New  York  to  spend  a  month  at  the  Plaza 
Hotel  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels, 
who   arrived    last   week   from   Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Fisher  Ames  are  established  for 
the  winter  at  the  Hotel  Granada. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  Stuart  Baldwin  have  returned 
from  Paso  Robles. 

Mrs.  Richard  Ivers  has  gone  to  San  Mateo  to 
spend  a  month  with  her  granddaughter,  Mrs. 
Charles   Templeton    Crocker. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  H.  Pease  have  returned 
to  town  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  their 
new  country  home,    Oakden,    in   Woodside. 

Mrs.  George  C.  Boardman  and  her  granddaugh- 
ter, Miss  Dora  Winn,  are  established  for  the  sea- 
son in  their  town  house  on  California  Street. 
They  spent  the  summer  in  Ross. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  F.  W.  Dohrmann  will  sail  from 
Bremen  October  19,  and  will  arrive  here  early  in 
November    after    an    absence    of    eight    months. 

Miss  Lee  Girvin  has  recently  been  the  guest  of 
the  Misses  Janet  and  Edith  von  Schroder  at 
their   ranch   in    San  Luis  Obispo   County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Hall  Bishop  and  their 
children   have    returned   from    Santa    Barbara. 

Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  spent  a  few  days  last 
week  at  Lake  Talioc,  where  she  closed  her  villa 
on  the  lake.  She  was  accompanied  by  Miss  Maud 
O'Connor. 

Mrs.  Virginia  Ford  is  established  for  the  win- 
ter   at    the   Hotel    Bellevue. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Murphy  and  Miss  Marjorie  Jos- 
selyn   have   returned    from    Catalina. 

Mrs  McNutt  Potter  and  her  little  daughter, 
MiSS    Marie    Louise   Potter,    returned    Monday    from 


«SN* 


People  Are  Judged 

By  the  candy  they  offer  their  friends 
nowadays.  If  it's  ARISTOCRATICA 
Chocolates,  your  pride  in  offering 
them   is  justifiable — they're  perfect. 

Besides  other  high-priced  ingredients 

in    this    candy,    we    use,    by    special 

arrangement,   the  famous 

Henry  Maillard  chocolate. 

Eight  kinds  in  a  pound  carton,  75  cts. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


Colorado   Springs,   where  they  have  been  spending 
the  summer. 

Mrs.  Anna  Miller  Wood  left  last  week  for 
Boston  and  was  accompanied  by  Miss  Marie  de 
Forest  and  Miss  Eleanor  Morris,  who  will  study 
vocal   music. 

Lieutenant  Keith  Gregory,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Gregory  are  established  in  quarters  at  the  Pre- 
sidio. Mrs.  Keith  is  a  cousin  of  Mr.  Ord  Pres- 
ton,   fiance    of    Miss    Carolyn    Murray. 

Captain  F.  H.  Holmes,  U.  S.  N.  (retired),  and 
Mrs.  Holmes  will  spend  the  winter  at  the  Hotel 
Bellevue. 

Mrs.  Roland  Schurraann  will  be  the  guest  of 
her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  D.  Sullivan,  during 
the  absence  of  her  husband,  Paymaster  Schur- 
mann,  U.  S.  N.,  who  has  been  ordered  to  Corinto. 

Miss  Priscilla  Ellicott  has  returned  from  Hono- 
lulu and  has  joined  her  parents,  Captain  John 
Ellicott,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Ellicott,  who  are  in 
Seattle. 

■*•»■ 

Martin  and  Ganz  this  Sunday  Afternoon. 

Riccardo  Martin,  one  of  the  leading  star 
tenors  of  the  Metropolitan  Opera  House  and 
Covent  Garden,  in  a  joint  concert  with  Ru- 
dolph Ganz,  the  famous  Swiss  pianist  and 
composer,  and  assisted  by  Miss  Lima  O'Brien, 
Mr.  Martin's  personal  accompanist,  will  open 
Manager  Will  Greenbaum's  season  at  Scot- 
tish Rite  Auditorium  this  Sunday  afternoon, 
October  13,  at  2 :30.  Few  cities  will  have 
the  privilege  of  hearing  these  two  stars  on 
one  programme,  this  being  arranged  by  Mr. 
Greenbaum   as  a  special   opening  attraction. 

Mr.  Martin  will  sing  arias  from  his  great 
successes,  "La  Boheme"  and  "La  Tosca,"  be- 
sides songs  in  German,  French,  Italian,  and 
English,  and  Mr.  Ganz's  offerings  will  in- 
clude Schumann's  "Symphonic  Studies,"  a 
group  of  Chopin  works,  and  numbers  by 
Liszt  and  Mr.  Ganz  himself. 

The  second  and  positively  last  joint  ap- 
pearance of  these  artists  is  scheduled  for  Sun- 
day afternoon,  October  20,  with  an  entire 
change   of   programme. 

Seats  are  now  on  sale  at  the  music  store 
box-offices.  On  Sunday  the  box-office  will  be 
open  at  Scottish  Rite  Hall  and  phone  orders 
will   receive   courteous   attention. 


San  Francisco  Orchestra  Concerts. 

The  first  symphony  concert  of  the  San 
Francisco  Orchestra  for  the  season  of  1912- 
13  will  be  given  Friday  afternoon,  October 
25.  Two  popular  concerts  will  follow,  one 
on  Sunday  afternoon,  October  27,  and  thfe. 
other  on  Sunday,  November  17.  Beatrice 
Priest  Fine,  soprano,  and  Adolph  Rosen- 
becker,  violinist,  will  be  the  soloists  at  the 
first  popular  concert.  At  the  November  con- 
cert Andreas  Dippel's  company  from  the  Chi- 
cago Opera  Company  will  present  Wolf- 
Ferrari's  opera,  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne." 
The  principal  role  will  be  assumed  by  Miss 
Jenny   Dufau. 

At  the  concert  to  be  given  by  the  orchestra 
in  the  Greek  Theatre,  Berkeley,  November 
2,  Carrie  Bridewell,  contralto,  will  be  the 
soloist. 


Gadski, 

The  one  and  only  concert  in  this  city  by 
Mme.  Gadski  will  be  given  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  Sunday  afternoon,  October  27,  and 
the  great  Wagnerian  artist  promises  Manager 
Greenbaum  that  it  will  be  the  most  stu- 
pendous programme  she  has  ever  arranged. 
As  the  theatre  will  not  hold  half  the  number 
of  Gadski's  admirers  in  this  community  an 
early  application  for  seats  is  advisable.  Mail 
orders  to  Will  L.   Greenbaum. 

In  Oakland,  Gadski  will  give  still  another 
programme  on  Thursday  afternoon,  October 
24,  at  Ye  Liberty  Playhouse,  and  many  have 
signified  their  intention  to  cross  the  bay  from 
each  side  so  as  to  hear  both  programmes. 


The  Beel  Quartet. 
The  first  of  the  four  concerts  by  the  Beel 
Quartet  under  the  auspices  of  the  Berkeley 
Piano  Club  was  given  on  Thursday  evening 
of  this  week.  There  are  three  more  of  these 
pleasurable  musical  affairs  coming,  one  on 
Thursday  evening,  October  31,  next  on  No- 
vember 21,  and  the  last  on  December  12. 
The  members  of  the  quartet,  all  well-known 
and  deservedly  favored  musicians,  are  Sig- 
mund  Beel,  Emilio  Meriz,  Nathan  Firestone, 
and   W.   Yillalpnndo. 


Nance  O'Neil  will  present  "The  Trial  of 
Joan  of  Arc"  at  the  Alhambra  Theatre,  New 
York,  October  14.  This  is  a  historical  drama 
in  one  act  by  Emil  Moreau  from  his  four-act 
play  in  which  Mme.  Sarah  Bernhardt  ap- 
peared in  Paris.  In  its  condensed  form  Mme. 
Bernhardt  presented  the  piece  at  the  Palace 
Theatre,  London.  The  English  adaptation  is 
by  Alfred  Hickman. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gilbert  B.  Perkins,  of  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  are  the  happy  parents  of  a 
daughter,  born  September  29,  and  christened 
Jane.  Mrs.  Perkins  was  formerly  Miss  Clara 
Huntington.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Perkins  are  now 
visiting  her  mother,  Mrs.  Mary  Huntington, 
in  this  city. 

■«•»• 

The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leavitt  Baker 
has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a  son. 


The  well-known  linguist,  Prof.  De  Filippe, 
has  permanently  located  his  languages  studio 
in    his   commodious    residence.    1 7 1 J    Bush    St. 


BLACK 


AND 


WHITE 

Scotch    Whiskey 


Highest  Standard 

of 

Quality 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 

214  Front  Street     -     San  Francisco 


The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected as  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city.  $4  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  St*. 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cars  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


CONNECTICUT  FIRE  INSURANCE  COMPANY 

Established  1850  OF  HARTFORD 

SIXTY-SECOND  ANNUAL  STATEMENT 

Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 3,117,286 

Total  Assets 7,517.091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building     -     San  Francisco 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Tea   served   in 
Tapestry  Room 

from 
four  to  six  o'clock 

Special  Music 
Fixed    Price 

A  Daily  Social  Event 


THE  LATEST  STYLES  IN 

Choice  Woolens 

H.  S.  BRIDGE  &  CO. 

Merchant   Tailors 
108-110  Sutter  St.  French  Bank  Bldg. 


October  12,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Governor  Judson  Harmon  of  Ohio,  accom- 
panied by  his  wife  and  daughter,  Mrs.  E.  W. 
Wright,  the  members  of  his  exposition  com- 
mission, and  military  staff,  arrived  in  San 
Francisco  on  Tuesday.  Many  entertainments 
and  much  attention  have  been  enjoyed  by  the 
visitors.  The  selection  of  the  site  for  the 
Ohio  building  on  the  exposition  grounds  was 
one  of  the  features  of  the  week. 


City  Treasurer  John  McDougall  on  Tues- 
day paid  $701,438.08  in  cash  to  R.  J.  Taussig, 
as  president  of  the  Mechanics  Institute,  for 
the  block  of  land  on  which  the  old  Me- 
chanics Pavilion  once  stood,  and  on  which 
the  municipal  auditorium  is  to  be  erected  as 
a  part  of  the  civic  centre.  The  land  is 
bounded  by  Grove,  Hayes,  Larkin,  and  Polk 
Streets.  

William  "Heine"  Heitmuller,  former  stu- 
dent of  the  University  of  California  and 
prominent  in  athletic  sports,  more  recently  a 
member  of  the  Los  Angeles  baseball  team, 
died  suddenly  of  typhoid  fever,  October  8,  in 
a  Los  Angeles  hospital. 


General  Leonard  Wood,  chief  of  staff  of 
the  United  States  army,  will  arrive  in  San 
Francisco  this  week  on  a  tour  of  inspection 
of  the  bay  fortifications.  He  will  be  tendered 
honors  like  those  accorded  Secretary  of  War 
Stimson  when  he  was  here  last  month.  There 
will  be  a  review  and  dress  parade  at  the 
Presidio,  at  Fort  Winfield  Scott  and  other 
military  posts  in  the  vicinity. 


One  hundred  members  of  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Real  Estate  Board  went  to  Los  Angeles 
this  week  to  attend  the  eighth  annual  con- 
vention of  the  State  Realty  Federation. 


James  Kilcoyne  was  brought  into  the 
emergency  hospital  last  week  suffering,  pre- 
sumably, from  alcoholism.  An  autopsy  showed 
that  death  was  due  to  pneumonia.  It  was 
held  that  the  steward's  failure  to  call  the 
surgeon  was  sufficient  cause  for  suspension, 
and  Steward  E.  Purdom  and  Dr.  George  M. 
Terrill  of  the  hospital  staff  were  suspended 
ten  days  charged  with  laxity. 


Mr.  I.  W.  Hellman,  pioneer  financier  and 
banker,  celebrated  his  seventieth  birthday  last 
Saturday  and  received  the  congratulations  of 
many  friends  here  and  abroad. 


The  229th  anniversary  of  the  first  coming 
of  the  Germans  to  this  country  under  Pas- 
torius,  when  they  landed  at  Germantown, 
Pennsylvania,  October  6,  1683,  was  celebrated 
at  Shell  Mound  Park  last  Sunday.  Members 
of  more  than  250  societies,  lodges,  and  clubs 
of  San  Francisco  and  the  bay  counties  were 
in  attendance.  The  celebration  was  under 
the  auspices  of  the  German-American  League 
of  San  Francisco  and  Alameda  County," 
branches  of  the  German-American  League  of 
California,  

Simon  Newman,  president  of  Simon  New- 
man &  Co.,  of  Newman  Brothers,  of  the 
North  Alaska  Salmon  Company,  and  director 
of  the  Bank  of  Newman  and  of  a  number  of 
large  mercantile  concerns  in  San  Francisco, 
died  Sunday,  October  6,  after  a  brief  illness. 
He  was  sixty-six  years  of  age.  He  is  sur- 
vived by  two  daughters  and  three  sons,  Mrs. 
Max  Blum,  Mrs.  Julius  Cahn,  Louis  J.,  Edwin, 
and  Walter  Newman.  A  brother,  Sigmund 
Newman,  and  two  sisters,  Mrs.  Sol  Wangen- 
heim  and  Miss  Julia  Newman,  also  survive. 


There  were  532  sales  of  San  Francisco  real 
estate  recorded  during  September  for  a  total 
of  $2,435,069.  

Captain  Adolph  Adolphson,  bis  mate, 
"Billy"  Sundgrin,  and  a  Chinese  confederate, 
Wah  Mot,  were  sentenced  by  Judge  De 
Haven  of  the  United  States  District  Court 
to  one  year's  imprisonment  in  the  Alameda 
county  jail  for  smuggling  in  connection  with 
the  landing  of  contraband  Chinese  from  the 
launch   Earl  K.         . 

Eighteen  months  in  San  Quentin  Prison 
was  the  sentence  imposed  on  Frederick  W. 
Van  Meter,  cashier  and  bookkeeper  of  the 
Mutual  Benefit  Life  Insurance  Company,  who 
confessed  to  having  taken  funds  approxi- 
mating $15,000  from  his   employers. 


The  United  States  Marine  Band. 
At  the  solicitation  of  some  twenty  mem- 
bers of  Congress  who  were  anxious  to  have 
their  "home  folks"  hear  the  wonderful  band 
that  Uncle  Sam  maintains  at  the  White 
House  for  the  official  use  of  the  President, 
permission  has  been  granted  by  President 
Taft  and  Secretary  of  the  Xavy  Meyer  to  the 
United  States  Marine  Band,  popularly  called 
"The  President's  Own,"  to  leave  Washington 
for  a  period  of  six  weeks  and  make  a  tour 
of  the  West.  This  is  the  oldest  and  largest 
musical  organization  in  the  United  States, 
and  the  only  band  or  orchestra  of  its  size 
that  rehearses  or  gives  a  concert  every  day 
in  the  week.  The  Marine  Band  players  must 
be  able  to  officiate  in  the  symphony  orches- 
tra at  Washington  as  well  as  in  the  band,  and 
its    director,    Lieutenant    William    H.    Santel- 


mann,  from  the  Leipsic  Conservatory,  is 
equally  at  home  as  military  band  or  orches- 
tral conductor.  Were  it  not  for  the  act  of 
Congress  during  President  McKinley's  term 
which  made  the  leader  of  the  Marine  Band  a 
first  lieutenant  with  the  rank  and  pay  of  that 
officer,  in  addition  to  the  special  musical  di- 
rector's fee,  it  would  have  been  impossible 
to  secure  such  an  artist  and  composer  for 
this  position.  At  the  same  time  the  pay  of 
the  men  was  also  increased  so  that  the  finest 
instrumentalists  could  be  secured,  for  no  men 
are  taken  on  probation ;  all  must  enlist  for 
four  years.  Most  of  the  members  have  been 
with  the  band  from  eight  to  sixteen  years. 
Such  famous  men  as  Francesco  Scala,  Signor 
Fanciulli,  Professor  Louis  Schneider,  and 
John  Philip  Sousa,  have  been  directors  of 
the  Marine  Band,  Mr.  Sousa  serving  for 
twelve  years  and  composing  many  of  his 
finest  works  for  the  organization. 

Concerts  will  be  given  at  Dreamland  Rink 
on  Sunday  afternoon  and  night,  October  20, 
and  Monday  afternoon  and  night,  October  21. 
A  different  programme  will  be  given  at  each 
concert   and   different   soloists   will   appear. 

Popular  prices  will  prevail  and  a  special 
price  at  matinees  of  25  cents  will  be  made 
for  children  under  sixteen  so  that  the  young 
folks  may  be  able  to  say  that  they  have  seen 
and   heard  "The   President's   Band." 

On  Saturday  afternoon  and  night,  October 
19,  the  Marine  Band  will  play  at  the  Greek 
Theatre  of  the  University  in  Berkeley,  at  the 
invitation  of  the  faculty  committee. 

Special  programmes  have  been  arranged  for 
these  events. 

Tickets  may  be  secured  on  and  after  Mon- 
day at  the  music  store  box-offices,  and  in 
Berkeley  at  Sadler's,  "The  Sign  of  the  Bear," 
the  Glessner  Morse  Company's,  Tupper  & 
Reed's,   and   the   Students'   Co-Op   store. 

It  is  just  twenty-one  years  since  the  Ma- 
rine Band  played  at  the  old  Grand  Opera 
House  under  Sousa. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


Behind  the  Closed  Eye. 
I   walk  the  old   frequented  ways 
That   wind    around    the   tangled    braes. 
I   live  again  the  sunny  days 
Ere  I  the  city  knew. 

And    scenes   of  old    again   are  born, 

The    woodbine    lassoing    the    thorn, 

And   drooping    Ruth-like   in   the   corn 

The    poppies   weep   the   dew. 

Above  me  in  their  hundred  schools 
The  magpies  bend   their  young  to    rules, 
And  like  an  apron  full  of  jew'Is 
The    dewy    cobweb    swings. 

And    frisking    in    the    stream    below 
The    troutlets   make    the   circles    flow. 
And    the    hungry    crane    doth    watch    them    grow 
As   a   smoker   does    his    rings. 

Above   me  smokes   the   little  town 

With   its  whitewashed  walls  and  roofs  of  brown 

And  its  octagon  spire  toned  smoothly  down 
As  the  holy  minds  within. 


And    wondrous    impudently   sweet, 
Half    of    him    passion,    half    conceit, 
The  blackbird  calls  adown   the  street 
Like  the    piper    of  Hamelin. 

I  hear  him,  and  I  feel  the  lure 
Drawing  me  homeward  to  the  moor. 
I'll  go,  and  close  the  mountain's  door 
On   the  city's  strife   and  din. 

— F.  E.  Lcdwidge,  in  London  Saturday  Review. 


The  Country  to  the  Town. 
Gay  the  gems   you  wear   at  night — 
A  thousand  facets,  all  one  light! 
Rich  the  robes  you  don  by  day — 
One  glory,  though  your  heart  is  gray, 
I  see  your  shining  strands  of   hair; 
Gold,    much    gold,    is    tangled    there. 
But  I  have  seen,  I  have  seen 
The  silver  daisies  light  the  green, 
Have  shared  the  splendors  manifold 
That  are   but  bought  with   cowslip-gold, 
The  brilliants   strewn   on    forest    floors — 
Is  not  my   realm  rich  as  yours! 
And  the  Town  said,   "Proudly  my  days  go  by.' 
But    the    Country   made   answer,    "Queenlier    I!' 

Many   pleasures   throng   your    parks 
Between  the  magic  dawns  and  darks; 
Wherefore  should   you   heed   the   hurts 
Of  children  crying  at  your  skirts? 
Pomp   of   a   great   King's   Parliament, 
A  great  Queen's  Court,   your  pride  has  blent. 
But  I  have  known,  I  have  known 
The  White  Moon  on  her  mountain  throne; 
Have   heard  the  children  laugh    to   see 
The    Sun-King's    summer    revelry, 
The  pageant  of  the  purpling  moors — 
Is  not  my  lot  high  as  yours? 
And   the  Town  said,   "Gaily  my  days  go  by," 
And  the  Country  made  answer,   "Happier    I!" 
-S.  Gertrude  Ford,  in  the  Westminster  Gazette. 


Charity  Fund  Entertainment. 
"Yesterday,  Today,  and  Tomorrow"  is  the 
somewhat  enigmatical  but  mysteriously  allur- 
ing title  chosen  for  an  entertainment  to  be 
given  at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel  this  Saturday 
afternoon  (October  12),  in  aid  of  the  charity 
fund  of  Albert  Sidney  Johnston  Chapter,  No. 
79,  United  Daughters  of  the  Confederacy. 
Refreshments  will  be  served  from  two  to 
seven,  and  dancing  will  begin  at  five.  Bridge 
tables  may  be  reserved  in  advance  by  appli- 
cation to  Mrs.  V.  A.  Beede,  2322  Clay  Street. 


Give  a  Hallowe'en  Party  on  October  31st — 
Your  friends  will  enjoy  the  jolly  time.  All 
kinds  of  appropriate  candy  boxes  and  favors 
at  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


50  Cups  of  Delight 

In  every  half-pound  tin  of  Ghirardelli's  Imperial 
Cocoa.  Fifty  cups  of  the  most  refreshing,  whole- 
some, system-building  beverage  you  ever  tasted. 

^  Imperial  Cocoa  is  made  by  a  special 
process  discovered  and  used  solely  by  the 
D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  which  eliminates 
the  surplus  oil  and  increases  the  mineral 
contents  of  the  product  about  3  1-2  per 
cent.  This  improves  the  digestibility  and 
increases  the  flavor. 

^  You  will  find  Imperial  Cocoa  smoother,  better 
than  any  other  you  have  ever  used,  imported  or 
domestic.      It's  made  for  that  purpose. 

Ask  for  Imperial.      Take  no  other. 


Loring  Club  Concert. 

The  happy  faculty  which  the  Loring  Cub 
has  of  presenting  an  unusual  and  distinctive 
feature  with  each  of  its  programmes  is  again 
shown  by  the  announcement  for  the  first  con- 
cert of  its  thirty-sixth  season  on  Tuesday 
evening,  October  15,  at  Scottish  Rite  Au- 
ditorium. Under  the  direction  of  Wallace  A. 
Sabin  and  with  the  assistance  of  an  orchestra 
with  Gino  Severi  as  concertmaster,  the  club 
will  sing  for  the  first  time  in  San  Francisco 
several  works  of  musical  importance  and  of 
interest  to  all  who  love  music.  Among  these 
is  a  cycle  of  six  Ancient  Folk- Songs  of  the 
Netherlands  from  the  collection  of  the  cele- 
brated old  lute  player,  Adrianus  Valerius, 
which  he  had  printed  at  The  Hague  in  the 
Netherlands  in  the  year  1626,  the  quaintness 
and  old  world  flavor  of  these  folk-songs 
being  in  strong  contrast  to  the  stress  of  our 
modern  music. 

A  San  Francisco  audience  will  on  this  oc- 
casion have  its  first  opportunity  of  hearing 
a  complete  performance  of  Dr.  Humphrey  J. 
Stewart's  setting  of  Bayard  Taylor's  poem, 
"The  Song  of  the  Camp,"  for  chorus  of  men's 
voices  and  baritone  solo  with  orchestra,  piano, 
and  organ,  and  also  Horatio  Parker's  setting 
of  E'.la  Higginson's  poem,  "The  Lamp  in  the 
West." 

Among  the  other  numbers  on  the  pro- 
gramme is  Haesche's  cantata  "The  Village 
Blacksmith,"  for  chorus  of  men's  voices  and 
tenor   solo   with   accompaniment   of   orchestra. 

The  club  will  be  assisted  by  Mrs.  Richard 
L.  Partington,  mezzo  contralto,  who  will  be 
heard  in  a  cycle  of  songs  from  Tennyson's 
''Maud,"    composed    by    Arthur    Somervell. 

The  piano  accompaniments  will  be  played 
by    Frederick    Maurer. 


Charles  Frohman  arranged  to  have  the  re- 
hearsals for  the  Earrie-Shaw-Pinero  combi- 
nation of  three  plays  as  a  one  night  bill  begin 
this  week  at  the  Duke  of  York's  Theatre, 
London.  Each  of  the  three  authors  conducts 
his  own  rehearsal  and  each  will  have  his  own 
stage  manager.  It  has  also  been  arranged  for 
the  three  plays  to  be  given  as  a  single  per- 
formance in  London.  The  plays  will  be  seen 
in  New  York  late  this  month. 


Mrs.  Langtry  is  in  vaudeville  in  New  York, 
appearing  last  week  at  Keith's  Colonial  The- 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


He — What  do  you  consider  the  best  way 
to  propose?  She — Promptly. — Boston  Tran- 
script. 

Dyer — I  have  no  trouble  keeping  awake 
during  the  sermon.  Ryer — How  do  you  man- 
age it?     Dyer — By  playing  golf. — Life. 

Summer  Boarder — Don't  you  ever  come  to 
see  the  sights  of  a  city?  Farmer  Medders — 
Oh,  no  ;  we  see  'em  every  summer. — Judge. 

He — I  have  a  compliment  for  you,  dear. 
She— What  is  it?  He — Mrs.  Jones  says  you 
have  the  handsomest  husband  in  town. — Life. 

"What  punishment  did  that  defaulting 
banker  get?"  "I  understand  his  lawyer 
charged  him  $40,000." — Louisville  Courier- 
Journal. 

Mrs.  Fryer — Why  did  she  leave  her  hus- 
band? Mrs.  Crier — He  lost  his  money.  Mrs. 
Prycr — How?  Mrs.  Crier — Gave  it  to  her. — 
New  York  Globe. 

Lucille — Oh,  you  can  win  Marie's  heart 
easily  enough.  All  you  need  do  is  to  give 
her  all  the  money  she  wants.  Jules — And  do 
you  call  that  easy? — Le  Rire. 

"We  ought  to  have  a  most  interesting  year 
with  our  card  club."  "That  so?"  "Yes, 
three  of  last  year's  members  are  suing  for 
divorce." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

Plunx — Dr.  Pilldix  to'.d  me  he  just  got  me 
in  time.  Hazzard — He  did.  If  he  didn't  get 
you  he'd  have  to  get  along  with  his  old  auto 
another  year. — New  York  Globe. 

Peck — You  will  never  get  the  dog  to  mind 
you,  my  dear.  Mrs.  Peck — I  will  with 
patience.  You  were  just  as  troublesome 
yourself  at  6rst. — Boston  Transcript. 

"Well,  dear,  I  guess  the  honeymoon  is 
over."  "Why  do  you  say  that?"  pouted  the 
bride.  "I've  been  taking  stock,  and  find  I'm 
down   to   $2.65." — Washington  Herald. 

First  Chauffeur — Did  the  guy  you  ran  over 
give  you  a  tip  for  taking  him  to  the  hospital? 
Second  Chauffeur — He  did  not !  The  next 
time  I  run  over  him  he'll  know  it! — Puck. 

Tramp — Yes,  lady,  I  had  $50,000  left  to  me 
once.  Woman — And  I  suppose  it  all  went 
for  liquor?  Tramp — I  'spose  so,  mum.  Dem 
judges  an'  lawyers  is  awful  drinkers. — Neza 
York  Globe. 

"A  young  man  should  learn  to  do  one  thing 
we'.l.  This  is  an  age  of  specialists.  Is  your 
son  conforming  to  that  rule?"  "In  a  way. 
His  specialty  is  rolling  cigarettes." — Louis- 
ville Courier-Journal. 

"I  will  not  let  my  wife  go  to  these  fash- 
ionable bridge  parties."  "I'm  glad  you  take 
that  stand.  So  you  think  it  is  immoral  to 
gamble?"  "No,  but  she's  such  a  wretched 
player." — Baltimore  American. 

"Have  you  noticed  the  astonishingly  mussy 
way  in  which  Mrs.  Delancy  Browne  dresses 
her  hair?"  "Mussy!  Why,  that's  the  Marie 
Antoinette."  "Is  it?  No  wonder  they  cut 
off  her  head." — Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

Mrs.  Bacon — I  understand  one  can  learn 
different  languages  from  the  phonograph? 
Mrs.  Ebert — Well,  since  our  neighbor  got  his 
I  know  my  husband  has  used  language  I  never 
heard    him    use   before. — Yonkers    Statesman. 

"That  man  is  not  a  very  good  logician,  but 
he  is  a  most  impressive  talker."  "Yes,"  re- 
plied Senator  Sorghum ;  "he  is  what  the  mu- 
sicians refer  to  as  a  performer  with  more 
temperament  than  technique." — Washington 
Star. 

"Do  you  really  believe,  doctor,  that  your 
old  medicines  really  keep  anybody  alive?" 
asked  the  skeptic  "Surely,"  returned  the 
doctor.  "My  prescriptions  have  kept  three 
druggists  and  their  families  alive  in  this 
town    for    twenty    years." — Harper's    Weekly. 

"But,"  exclaimed  the  traveler,  "do  you 
never  read  the  newspapers?"  "I  useter,"  re- 
plied the  farmer.  "I  did  oncet  fur  quite  a 
spell ;  but  they  got  too  funny.  'Bout  ten  or 
'leven  years  ago  I  quit  readin'  'em.  Since 
then  I've  been  readin'  a  book." — Saturday 
Evening  Post. 

"So  you  want  to  marry'  my  daughter.'" 
"Yes,  sir."  "Got  any  money  saved  up  r" 
"Yes,  sir."  "Could  you  let  me  have  $5000 
on  my  unsecured  note?"  "I  could,  but  I 
wouldn't."  "I  guess  you  can  take  care  of 
her  all  right.  She's  yours,  my  boy,  and 
here's  a  five-cent  cigar." — Washington  Her- 
ald. 

Father — Mabel,  you  might  give  that  young 
man  who  comes  to  see  you  in  the  evenings 
a  message.  Mabel  (blushing) — Yes,  father. 
Father — Tell  him  that  we've  got  no  objection 
to  him  running  up  the  gas  bills,  but  we'd 
rather  he  didn't  carry  away  the  morning 
paper  with  him  when  he  leaves! — London 
Opinion. 

College  President — You  can't  get  into  our 
col'.ege.  You  aren't  qualified  in  the  entrance 
requirements  in  Sanskrit.  Greek,  or  calculus. 
Prospective  Student — No,  but  I  am  very  well 
grounded  in  reading,  writing,  and  arithmetic. 
College  President — Great  Scott,  man,  you 
don't  need  a  college  education.  Why  don't 
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ALFRED   HOLMAX  -------  Editor 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Assault  on  Colonel  Roosevelt— The 
Dynamite  Trials — Fraudulent,  Corrupt,  Perjured,  Says 
Senator  Works — The  Balkans  and  the  War  Fever — 
Roosevelt  and  Deneen — Woman  and  the  Cocktail — 
Editorial   Notes    241-243 

THE    COSMOPOLITAN.      By    Sidney    G.    P.    Coryn 244 

POLITICAL  COMMENT   244 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR:  An  Explanation— Do  Not 
Want  to  Miss  the  Argonaut — A  Necessity — Not  Afraid 
to   Speak  the  Truth — Expresses  His  Sentiments 244 

CYRIL    MAUDE'S    NEW    ROLE:     The   London    Comedian's 

Triumph  as  a  Waiter,     By  Henry  C.   Shelley 245 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the    World 245 

IN    DARK   CORNER:     The    Little    Stranger.     By    George    S. 

Rolands  246 

POEMS  OF  SPAIN  BY  FRANCIS  SALTUS:  "Seville 
by  Moonlight,"  "La  Manola,"  "The  Andalusian 
Sereno"  246 

A  SPORTSMAN'S  JOURNAL:  J.  T.  Studley  Describes 
Some  of  His  Hunting  Adventures  in  Many  Parts  of 
the    World 247 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received. .  .248-249 

RICHARD    STRAUSS'S    "SALOME."     By    Josephine    Hart 

Phelps    250 

THE  MUSIC  OF  ZANDONAI  AND  STRAUSS.     By   SeHor 

Fernando    Somoza    Vivas 250 

DRAMA:     "The  Woman."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps 251 

FOYER    AND    BONOFFICE    CHAT 251 

VANITY  FAIR:  Impossible  Meals  to  Justify  New  Restau- 
rant Prices — Tragedies  of  the  Hope  Diamond — Petti- 
coats, Petticoat-Makers,  and  Fashion — Uniforms  for 
Women  Distasteful,  and  Why — Lady  Duff-Gordon  on 
Simplicity  in  Styles — A  Judgment  on  Public  Osculation        252 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             253 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts          254 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:      Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   255 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "The  Far  Country."  by  Edward  Wil- 
bur Mason;  "Canoeing,"  by  Douglas  Goldring;  "The 
Little  Road  o'  Kerry,"  by  Gordon  Johnstone 255 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the   Day 256 

THE   MERRY    MUSE 256 


The  Assault  on  Colonel  Roosevelt. 
The  attempt  on  the  part  of  an  insane  man  to  assassi- 
nate Colonel  Roosevelt,  following  as  it  does  by  only 
a  few  weeks  a  relatively  similar  attempt  upon  the  life 
of  President  Taft  is  a  tragic  reminder  of  the  hazard 
involved  in  political  and  partisan  eminence  even  in  our 
own  country.  The  incident  calls  to  mind  the  painful 
fact  that  three  of  our  nine  Presidents  since  the  Civil 
War  have  been  victims  of  assassination,  that  two 
others,  with  now  an  ex-President,  have  likewise  suf- 
fered murderous  assaults.  In  every  instance  excepting 
that  of  Wilkes  Booth,  the  murderer  of  Lincoln,  the  as- 
sailant has  been  a  creature  of  disordered  mind — a 
"crank"  in  the  phrase  of  the  day — and  of  a  race  alien 
to  our  own  in  blood,  tradition,  and  temperament.  Upon 
these  facts  many  reflections  may  be  based,  not  least 
awong    them    that    we    have    made    participation    in 


the  privileges  of  our  country  too  free,  too  easy, 
too  open  to  ignorance,  even  to  the  spirit  of  license. 
Creatures  of  the  type  of  Czolgosz  and  Schrank,  released 
from  the  restraints  and  surveillance  of  arbitrary  sys- 
tems, whose  blood  is  still  tainted  by  the  debasements 
of  hereditary  oppression,  are  not  unnaturally  subject  to 
an  unbalancing  exhilaration  under  the  free  grants  of 
political  privilege  which  our  system  gives  them.  It  is 
far  easier  to  define  the  distemper  than  to  find  the 
remedy.  Indeed  the  remedy  may  be  found  only  in  uni- 
versal higher  standards  of  character  and  mental 
stamina,  and  for  these  we  must  wait,  so  far  as  we  are 
able  to  see,  upon  the  slow  processes  of  time  and  the 
uncertain  progress  of  human  advancement.  So  far  as 
any  immediate  solution  is  concerned  the  problem  seems 
hopeless. 

Obviously  the  distempered  mind  of  the  man  who 
sought  to  take  Colonel  Roosevelt's  life  had  been 
wrought  upon  by  the  acrimonious  contentions  which 
began  with  the  pre-convention  campaign — even  far 
back  of  that  in  the  practice  of  detraction  and  defama- 
tion of  the  muckraking  era.  When  political  criticism 
takes  the  form  of  embittered  assaults  upon  individual 
men  it  is  almost  certain  that  malignant  agents  of  all 
the  passions  will  be  found — creatures  in  whose  diseased 
minds  the  spirit  of  murder  and  of  vengeance  urge 
forward  to  extreme  acts.  It  proved  so  in  the  case  of 
Guiteau,  again  in  the  case  of  Czolgosz,  in  the  in- 
stances of  murderous  assaults  upon  President  Cleve- 
lands  and  Taft,  and  now  in  this  attempt  upon  the  life 
of  ex-President  Roosevelt. 

It  would  be  gratuitous  and  unworthy  in  the  face  of 
so  grave  an  incident  and  upon  the  heels  of  contentions 
in  which  many  persons  have  been  bitterly  and  even 
vulgarly  involved  to  undertake  to  place  the  blame  of 
the  state  of  public  feeling  which  has  inspired  this  crime 
upon  any  particular  person  or  persons.  No  man  with 
any  appreciation  of  the  delicacies  obligatory  under  the 
immediate  conditions  could  seek  to  turn  an  incident  so 
painful  to  personal  or  political  account.  In  the  face 
of  a  situation  so  sorrowful  and  even  calamitous  all 
Americans  must  be  of  one  mind,  all  sympathies  united. 
But  the  lesson  ought  to  sink  deep.  It  emphasizes  not 
merely  the  impropriety  but  the  terrible  hazard  of  cam- 
paign methods  which  make  personal  defamation  a  chief 
weapon  of  political  antagonism.  It  puts  upon  the  prac- 
tice of  campaign  blackguardism  by  leading  figures  in  a 
great  political  contest  not  merely  the  stamp  of  ille- 
gitimacy, but  the  deeper  condemnations  which  rest  upon 
grave  social  peril.  This  awful  and  all  but  tragic  inci- 
dent should  have  at  least  the  effect  of  bidding  those 
who  stand  before  the  nation  in  high  relationships  to 
mind  their  dignities — to  reassume  the  attitude  of  dig- 
nified reserve  which  marked  the  course  of  the  genera- 
tions of  great  public  leaders  in  times  past. 

Fraudulent,  Corrupt,  Perjured,  Says  Senator  Works. 

Realizing  the  necessity,  if  he  would  avoid  being 
smirched  personally  by  the  course  of  his  Progressive 
partisans  in  California,  Senator  Works  has  given  out 
another  statement  with  respect  to  recent  political  events 
in  this  state.  It  is  worth  attention,  here  and  else- 
where, for  it  embodies  a  singularly  clear  presentment 
of  the  several  forms  of  turpitude  involved  in  Roosevelt 
politics  in  this  community. 

Senator  Works  first  characterizes  the  Progressive 
policy  as  fraudulent.  He  points  out  that  under  the  law 
— a  law,  by  the  way,  written  on  the  statute  books  by 
the  Progressive  party — the  only  way  by  which  Roose- 
velt as  a  Progressive  could  lawfully  become  a  candidate 
was  by  petition.  Having  thus  defined  the  situation, 
Senator  Works  sets  forth  what  was  done : 

In  order  to  secure  the  right  to  vote  at  the  primaries,  not 
for  Republicans,  but  for  Progressives,  voters  who  were  in 
fact  Progressives  and  not  Republicans  were  advised  by  Pro- 
gressive newspapers  to,  and  presumably  did,  register  as  Re- 
licans  and  voted  in  the  Republican  booth.  The  voters  who 
were  for  Roosevelt  and  his  new  party  movement,  or  for 
Roosevelt    without    the    new    party,   and    who    were    registered 


as  Republicans,  were  guilty  of  corrupt  practices.  Their  regis- 
tration affidavits  were  false  and  their  votes  cast  in  a  Repub- 
lican booth  were  fraudulent  and  illegal. 

Senator  Works  next  points  out  that  the  Progressives 
of  California  are  guilty  of  corrupt  practices.  On  this 
point  he  says: 

It  would  do  a  Progressive  no  good  to  vote  in  a  Republican 
booth  unless  he  could  vote  for  Progressive  candidates.  There- 
fore in  order  to  make  this  stupendous  system  of  fraud  ef- 
fective. Progressive  candidates  must  in  some  way  be  placed 
on  the  Republican  ballot  so  that  Progressives  masquerading 
as  Republicans  might  vote  for  them.  This  necessitated  addi- 
tional corrupt  and  fraudulent  practices  even  more  repre- 
hensible than  the  others.  The  law  of  California  requires  that 
a  candidate  for  nomination  at  the  primaries  must  make  af- 
fidavit showing  the  party  to  which  he  belongs  ;  that  he  intends 
to  affiliate  with  that  party,  and  that  he  will  vote  lor  a  majority 
of  its  candidates. 

The  direct  consequence  of  this  procedure.  Senator 
Works  makes  plain,  was  the  grave  crime  of  perjury: 

If  a  supporter  of  Roosevelt  intending  to  support  him  and 
affiliate  with  the  Progressive  party  made  such  an  affidavit, 
then  he  made  a  false  affidavit,  and  if  he  made  it  knowingly  and 
willfully  he  was  guilty  of  perjury.  And  whether  he  made  the 
affidavit  willfully  or  not,  his  continuance  on  the  Republican 
ballot  as  a  candidate  after  he  had  determined  to  support  the 
Progressive  candidates  was  fraudulent  and  in  violation  of  the 
letter  and  the  spirit  of  the  law,  and  his  nomination  might  be 
successfully  contested  on  that  ground. 

The  senator  then  proceeds  to  describe  the  methods  by 
which  the  Progressives  got  control  of  the  Republican 
party  machinery  in  California: 

Under  the  peculiar  law  of  California  the  candidates  for  the 
legislature,  nominated  at  the  primary  election,  are  made  a 
convention  to  nominate  candidates  for  presidential  electors 
at  the  coming  election  for  their  parties.  By  making  affida\it 
that  they  were  Republicans,  candidates  for  the  legislature, 
who  were  in  fact  Progressive,  were  nominated  on  the  Repub- 
lican ticket.  «  *  »  Thus,  by  fraudulent  affidavits,  they 
have  gained  control  of  the  machinery  of  that  party  of  which 
they  are  not  members,  in  the  interest  of  the  candidates  of 
another  party. 

By  voting  as  Republicans,  the  Progressives  also  secured 
power  to  select  the  state  central  committee,  not  of  their  own 
party,  but  of  the  Republican  party,  to  which  they  do  not  be- 
long, and  the  candidates  of  which  they  are  using  every  effort, 
fair  or  foul,  to  defeat. 

Summing  up,  Senator  Works  declares  that  "Xo  kind 
of  sophistry  or  evasion  can  conceal  the  fact  that  this 
whole  proceeding  is  fraudulent."  And  he  adds  truly 
that  it  "is  pitiful  that  a  great  movement  for  reform  in 
politics"  has  been  brought  to  so  low  a  level.  Again 
we  quote: 

The  right  and  honorable  thing  for  the  Progressives  to  have 
done  was  to  place  their  candidates  on  the  ticket  as  Progres-  - 
sives,  by  petition,  so  that  every  voter  could  vote  intelligently 
for  whom  he  pleased,  knowing  whether  he  was  voting  for  a 
Republican  or  a  Progressive.  *  *  *  Progressives,  who  are 
crying  out  "Thou  shalt  not  steal,"  have  by  a  systematic 
course  of  fraud,  corruption,  and  perjury  stolen  the  right  of 
the  Republican  party  to  a  place  on  the  ballot  and  deprived 
thousands  of  voters  of  the  right  to  vote  for  the  candidate  of 
their  choice  within  their  own  party. 


The  Dynamite  Trials. 

The  dynamite  trials  at  Indianapolis  are  making 
fairly  satisfactory  progress.  A  jury  was  selected  with- 
out undue  difficulty  and  one  of  the  forty-five  pris- 
entered  a  confession  before  the  prosecuting  attorney 
had  finished  his  opening  speech.  The  proceedings  will 
necessarily  be  lengthy,  but  there  is  ever)  reason  to 
hope  that  they  will  be  final  and  that  a  closed  shop 
propaganda  by  dynamite  and  murder  will  be  effectually 
discouraged.  When  the  dynamiters  are  dispi 
may  be  that  local  authorities  everywhere  will  summon 
up  pluck  enough  to  abash  the  street  thugs,  club  men, 
stone  throwers,  and  pickets.  The  only  difference  be- 
tween them  is  the  choice  of  weapons. 

The  speech  of  the  prosecuting  attorney  is  sufficient 
indication  of  the  ground  that  will  be  covered.  The 
speech  can  hardly  be  described  as  sensational,  seeing 
that  the  same  grmind  was  already  covered  by  the  sus- 
picions and  convictions  of  every  intcllii; 
l > . - i i i  —  conversant  with  the  events.     Tin 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  19,  1912. 


tends  to  show  that  the  whole  country  was  covered  with 
a  network  of  assassination  by  dynamite,  that  the  cost 
was  defrayed  from  central  labor  union  funds,  that  the 
conspiracy  was  not  between  some  two  or  three  men, 
but  that  it  was  widespread,  and  that  but  for  the  timely 
arrest  of  the  criminals  they  would  by  this  time  have 
destroyed  the  Panama  Canal.  The  prosecuting  attor- 
ney, furthermore,  promises  to  prove  that  Mr.  Tveitmoe 
was  the  representative  of  the  dynamite  crew  in  San 
Francisco  and  that  much  was  expected  from  Mr.  Tveit- 
moe because  of  his  intimacy  with  McCarthy,  and  "Mc- 
Carthy controls  the  police,  so  we  are  all  right."  This 
stage  of  the  evidence,  when  it  is  reached,  should  be 
interesting,  and  we  shall  wait  with  some  curiosity  to 
learn  upon  what  ground  the  benevolence  of  the  then 
mayor  of  San  Francisco  toward  murderers  was  so  con- 
fidently expected.  Xo  doubt  the  conspirators  knew 
their  friends. 

But  the  details  of  criminality  are  relatively  unimpor- 
tant. What  is  not  unimportant  is  the  size  and  repre- 
sentative nature  of  the  conspiracy  as  a  whole.  The 
earlier  pretense  that  the  McXamaras  were  a  couple  of 
isolated  and  frenzied  fanatics  disappears  in  a  moment 
before  the  fact  that  forty-five  men  are  now  upon  trial 
for  practically  the  same  crimes  as  those  for  which  the 
McXamaras  are  in  prison,  and  that  for  every  man  who 
can  be  proved  guilty  there  must  be  a  dozen  others  who 
will  be  just  able  to  slip  through  the  meshes.  Apart 
from  the  guilt  or  innocence  of  this  man  or  of  that  there 
is  still  the  fact  that  nearly  a  hundred  murderous  ex- 
plosions occurred  in  different  parts  of  the  country,  all 
of  them  at  open-shop  undertakings,  and  therefore  all 
of  them  produced  by  the  same  motives  and  under  the 
same  direction.  And  we  have  the  further  and  damning 
evidence  that  these  explosions  were  paid  for  out  of  a 
general  fund,  and  we  know  just  where  that  general 
fund  came  from.  It  was  contributed  by  workmen  all 
over  the  country,  who  were  "assessed"  week  by  week 
for  undefined  purposes,  just  as  they  are  now  being  as- 
sessed week  by  week  for  undefined  purposes.  We  know 
that  McXamara  received  $1000  a  month,  and  that  by 
a  special  vote  of  the  international  association  he  was 
excused  from  rendering  accounts.  To  endeavor  to  iso- 
late his  criminality  in  view  of  such  facts  as  these  is 
merely  childish.  There  must  have  been  hundreds  of 
men  who  knew  what  that  money  was  for  and  who 
knew  it  just  as  well  as  the  prisoner  Clark,  who  has 
confessed  to  that  knowledge. 

Crime  never  yet  advanced  a  human  cause  nor  righted 
a  human  wrong.  Labor  unionism  today  lies  under  a 
blight  that  has  already  dulled  its  enthusiasms  and  that 
will  culminate  in  its  total  paralysis  unless  it  transfers 
the  powers  of  its  executive  from  the  hands  of  rogues 
and  thieves  to  the  hands  of  honest  men.  The  Tveit- 
moes,  the  McManigals,  the  Caplans,  and  the  Ryans  are 
identified  with  labor  unionism  because  nowhere  else  can 
they  find  so  large  a  body  of  men  who  positively  invite 
robbery  and  who  are  so  willing  to  be  endlessly  "as- 
sessed" for  the  personal  benefit  of  highwaymen.  No- 
where else  can  so  many  millions  of  dollars  be  had  for 
the  asking.  Reduce  these  ruffians  to  the  wage  scale  of 
their  victims  and  their  enthusiasm  for  labor  unionism 
would  evaporate  in  twenty-four  hours. 

That  the  movement  is  already  half  paralyzed  by 
crime  is  shown  by  the  labor-union  attitude  toward  the 
exposition  work.  Already  one  important  contract  has 
been  allotted  to  an  open-shop  concern,  and  in  spite  of 
private  grumblings  there  has  not  been  a  word  of  open 
protest.  A  year  ago  there  would  have  been  violence 
and  intimidation.  Crime  has  reacted  upon  the  criminal, 
as  it  always  does.  By  showing  the  futility  of  com- 
promise and  truce  it  has  aroused  a  tardy  spirit  of  re 
sistance  that  ought  now  to  grow  steadily  stronger  until 
the  last  vestige  of  the  old  tyranny  has  been  swept 
away. 

The  Balkans  and  the  War  Fever. 
The  probability  of  a  general  conflagration  in  the  Bal- 
kans  is  no  longer  a  matter  for  speculation,  since  a  gen- 
eral conflagration  already  exists.  The  Montenegrins 
have  invaded  Turkey  and  have  taken  a  fortress,  while 
the  Turks  have  crossed  into  Servia  and  attacked  the 
Servian  outp  rvia  has  150,000  men  now  on  her 

frontier  and  150,000  more  are  being  hurried  forward 
against  a  present  Turkish  force  of  80,000.  Greece  and 
Bulgaria  are  still  waiting,  but  their  ambassadors  in 
Constantinople  have  been  warned  to  be  in  readiness  to 
leave.  The  order  of  proceedings  is  doubtless  in  accord 
with  an  arranged  plan,  since  nothing  is  so  inflammatory 
cntiment  as  the  sight  of  fighting  between 
.    s   and   Turks.      Montenegro   in   her   worst 


days  has  never  been  wholly  subdued  by  Turkey  and  is 
regarded  as  the  banner  bearer  of  Balkan  revolt. 

To  forecaste  the  action  of  the  European  powers  is 
merely  to  guess.  It  is  obviously  too  late  to  stamp  out 
the  blaze,  while  those  who  talk  complacently  of  inter- 
vention would  do  well  to  remember  that  a  million  and 
a  half  of  the  fiercest  and  most  intelligent  fighters  in  the 
world  are  not  likely  to  disperse  at  the  sight  of  a  police- 
man's club.  Xo  one  knows  the  secrets  of  the  Euro- 
pean foreign  offices,  but  it  is  reasonable  to  suppose 
that  for  the  present  the  powers  will  wait  upon  the 
events  that  can  not  be  foreseen  and  that  their  policy 
will  be  dictated  by  the  issues  of  war  that  are  still  in 
doubt. 

But  there  is  one  reflection  that  may  be  profitably 
pursued  at  a  time  when  every  one  is  talking  of  peace 
and  disarmament,  and  preparing  for  war  and  plunder. 
The  spectacle  of  the  vast  popular  upheaval  in  the  Bal- 
kans and  in  Turkey,  of  the  clamorous  mobs  filling  the 
streets  and  besieging  the  palaces,  justifies  the  question 
whether  it  is  the  people  or  their  rulers  that  make  war. 
We  are  all  familiar  with  the  conventional  idea  that 
wars  are  made  by  kings  and  statesmen  and  that  the 
people  dumbly  acquiesce  through  the  force  of  habit. 
Mr.  Carnegie,  for  example,  drums  it  into  our  ears  as 
he  buzzes  around  Europe,  lunching  with  potentates  and 
persuading  himself  that  he  is  doing  something  in  com- 
pensation for  a  misspent  youth.  It  flatters  our  demo- 
cratic vanities  to  suppose  that  the  rule  of  the  people 
would  be  the  rule  of  peace,  but  the  immediate  his- 
tory of  the  past  is  not  encouraging.  So  far  as  war  is 
concerned  the  vox  populi  has  too  often  been  the  vox 
diaboli.  It  is  so  today  in  the  Balkans.  The  war  be- 
tween Italy  and  Turkey  was  acclaimed  with  frenzied 
delight  by  the  Italian  populace.  The  aristocratic  rulers 
of  Germany  and  England  have  no  greater  dread  than 
that  popular  hates  may  culminate  in  a  struggle.  If 
France  should  ever  enter  upon  a  war  of  revenge  across 
the  Rhine  it  will  be  due  to  the  same  causes.  The  war 
between  America  and  Spain  would  never  have  been  de- 
clared had  Washington  been  insulated  against  the  popu- 
lar electricities.  Obviously  the  world  has  far  less  to 
fear  from  its  rulers  than  from  the  growing  volume  of 
its  democracies  that  are  moved  less  by  intelligence  than 
by  a  sort  of  flock  consciousness  gravitating  naturally 
toward  those  hysterical  patriotisms  that  invite  and  ac- 
claim the  contests  of  physical  force.  The  war  fever  is 
not  the  least  of  the  diseases  to  which  a  direct  popular 
government  is  prone. 


Roosevelt  and  Deneen. 

In  the  primary  election  which  gave  the  delegation  of 
Illinois  in  the  Republican  Xational  Convention  to  Mr. 
Roosevelt,  Governor  Deneen  was  officially  renominated 
for  the  governorship.  He  (Deneen)  had  the  same  of- 
ficial, legal,  moral  right  to  the  support  of  the  Repub- 
lican party  at  the  polls  that  Roosevelt  did  in  the  con- 
vention. The  two  things  were  decreed  the  same  day, 
by  the  same  voice,  and  with  the  same  emphasis.  Gov- 
ernor Deneen  went  into  the  convention  at  the  head  of 
the  Illinois  delegation  and  made  the  battle  for  Roose- 
velt— a  losing  battle  as  it  turned  out.  But  when  Roose- 
velt proposed  in  the  heat  of  his  anger  and  resentment 
to  abandon  the  Republican  party,  Deneen  declined  to 
follow  him.  He  had  been  a  Republican  for  years. 
had  been  trusted  and  honored  by  it,  and  was  at  the 
very  moment  its  popularly  and  officially  nominated  can- 
didate for  reelection.  He  had  scruples  in  the  matter 
of  abandoning  the  party,  and  he  did  not  see  the  ex- 
pediency of  it.  But  Roosevelt,  regarding  his  per- 
sonal fortunes  as  paramount,  first  insisted,  then 
blustered,  then  threatened.  He  had  the  effrontery  to 
say  to  Deneen  that  if  he  did  not  join  in  the  third-term 
movement  he  should  meet  a  Bull-Moose  competitor  in 
his  own  state.  It  was  as  gross  a  bit  of  boss  politics 
as  ever  was  seen  anywhere.  It  was  especially  vicious 
in  view  of  the  fact  that  the  thing  which  Roosevelt 
threatened  could  only  be  done  in  contempt  of  the  funda- 
mental principle  of  Progressivism — the  rule  of  the 
people. 

The  threat  made  to  Governor  Deneen  by  Mr.  Roose- 
velt has  been  carried  into  effect.  There  has  been  nomi- 
nated in  Illinois  by  the  Rooseveltians  a  Bull-Moose 
candidate  for  the  governorship,  in  sheer  resentment. 
Nobody  accredits  this  candidacy  with  the  slightest 
prospect  of  success.  It  is  a  candidacy  whose  sole 
motive  and  purpose  is  that  of  dividing  the  Repub- 
lican vote — and  this  from  the  lowest  and  most  vicious 
of  calculations — the  calculations  of  a  mean  and  re- 
vengeful spite. 

Xow  comes  Mr.  Roosevelt,  quite  regardless  of  Gov- 


ernor Deneen's  support  in  the  primary  election  which 
gave  him  (Roosevelt)  the  Illinois  delegation,  also  dis- 
regardful  of  Governor  Deneen's  support  in  the  national 
convention,  with  a  gross  reflection  upon  the  governor's 
conduct  and  upon  his  character.  Governor  Deneen's 
reply,  given  to  the  public  on  Sunday  last,  is  very  much 
to  the  point.  Roosevelt,  he  says,  denies  some  facts  and 
misstates  other  facts.  Roosevelt,  he  says,  asked  him 
during  the  convention  to  "job"  Governor  Hadley  of 
Missouri  by  introducing  a  resolution  nullifying  one  al- 
ready presented  by  Hadley  and  to  which  Roosevelt  had 
given  his  approval.  To  have  done  what  Roosevelt 
asked  would  in  his  (Deneen's)  opinion  have  made 
Hadley  and  others  who  were  ardently  supporting 
Roosevelt  appear  to  be  acting  without  knowdedge  or 
good  faith. 

The  statement  goes  somewhat  into  detail  with  respect 
to  the  now  famous  California  case.  Upon  this  point 
Governor  Hadley  says: 

I  voted  with  the  Roosevelt  delegates  on  the  resolution  to 
unseat  the  two  California  delegates.  I  do  not  think  they 
were  seated  fraudulently.  There  was  ground  for  an  honest 
difference  of  opinion  upon  the  merits  of  that  case. 

Were  the  California  law  enacted  in  Illinois,  the  city  of 
Chicago,  in  a  bitter  contest,  would  name  every  delegate  to 
the  Republican  National  Convention,  the  Democratic  Conven- 
tion, and  the  Prohibition  Convention.  Such  a  law  would  not 
be  tolerated  our  state. 

Speaking  of  California,  I  may  add  that  under  its  primary 
and  elections  laws  the  Bull-Moose  party  has  been  enabled  to 
have  its  electors  placed  upon  the  Republican  ticket,  and  the 
Republican  party  has  been  prevented  from  placing  any  electors 
in  the  field,  which  disfranchises  the  Republicans  of  Cali- 
fornia. 

Colonel  Roosevelt  appears  to  be  willing  to  accept  the  ad- 
vantages of  this  disfranchisement  and  under  such  conditions 
made  his  campaign  in  California. 

Directly  replying  to  an  attempt  on  the  part  of  Mr. 
Roosevelt  to  stigmatize  Governor  Deneen  as  an  under- 
hand ally  of  Senator  Lorimer,  the  latter  comes  very 
close  to  the  short  and  ugly  word.  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
statement,  he  says,  "is  without  truth  or  justification." 
Then  Governor  Deneen  proceeds  to  state  an  amazing 
circumstance : 

A  committee  of  five  representing  Roosevelt's  party  and  with 
his  approval,  as  I  have  been  informed,  called  upon  me  at  the 
State  House  on  July  22,  1912,  and  stated,  in  effect,  that  if  I 
would  agree  to  vote  for  Roosevelt  and  announce  that  fact 
no  third  party  ticket  would  be  nominated  against  me,  and  I 
would  be  indorsed  and  supported  by  the  Colonel's  friends. 

We  have  characterized  this  as  amazing,  but  upon 
consideration  we  recall  the  phrase.  This  kind  of  polit- 
ical blackmailing  is  in  truth  no  more  amazing  than  a 
multitude  of  other  incidents  which  have  marked  the 
course  of  Mr.  Roosevelt's  politics,  very  notably  in  our 
own  State  of  California  during  the  past  three  months. 


Woman  and  the  Cocktail. 

When  Mrs.  Atherton  first  nailed  her  colors  to  the 
mast  in  the  matter  of  the  cigarette  it  may  be  remem- 
bered that  she  advised  an  alternative  course  to  the 
social  reformers  who  were  then  camping  upon  her  trail. 
She  asked  them  why  they  were  so  persistent  in  denun- 
ciation of  the  cigarette  while  comparatively  indifferent 
to  the  far  greater  evils  of  the  cocktail.  If  they  actually 
had  the  welfare  of  women  at  heart  would  it  not  be 
better  to  assail  the  larger  rather  than  the  lesser  mis- 
chief, to  abolish  the  insidious  stimulant  that  precedes 
refection  rather  than  the  relatively  innocent  sedative 
that  follows  it?  From  which  it  may  be  inferred  that 
Mrs.  Atherton  is  not  addicted  to  the  cocktail,  and  that 
we  have  one  more  illustration  of  the  general  tendency 
to 

Condone  the  sins  we  are  inclined  to 
By  damning  those  we  have  no  mind  to. 

Mrs.  Atherton  was,  of  course,  illogical,  but  doubt- 
less that  was  due  to  the  exigencies  of  self-defense. 
There  is  no  reason  why  we  should  refrain  from  ad- 
monishing the  small  boy  to  keep  the  Sabbath  merely 
because  other  small  boys  are  stealing  watermelons. 
That  many  considerable  evils  still  go  unwhipped  of 
justice  is  no  reason  why  the  lesser  evils  should  be  ig- 
nored, and  the  cocktail  will  certainly"  receive  its  due 
share  of  corrective  attention  at  a  time  like  this  when  we 
all  so  strongly  disapprove  of  what  other  people  are 
doing  and  are  so  strongly  resolved  to  prevent  them 
from  doing  it. 

But  Mrs.  Atherton's  meaning  is  clear  enough,  and  it 
deserves  all  the  attention  that  our  somewhat  rapid  pace 
can  give  to  it.  The  practice  of  cocktail  drinking  by 
women  is — like  cigarette  smoking,  only  more  so — one 
of  those  violated  and  repudiated  conventions  that  mark 
a  departure  from  wholesome  standards,  if  not  actually 
a  stage  of  degeneracy.    Xo  one  supposes  for  a  moment 


October  19,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


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that  it  is  morally  wrong  to  drink  a  cocktail.  No  one 
of  intelligence  would  suggest  even  the  smallest  measure 
of  coercion  toward  the  woman  who  does  drink  a  cock- 
tail. It  is  a  matter  for  determination  by  women  them- 
selves, and  especially  by  those  women  who  are  more 
disposed  to  consider  the  welfare  of  the  great  majority 
than  the  supposed  "rights"  of  a  small  caste  minority. 
If  women  of  the  "protected"  class  may  drink  cocktails, 
and  make  a  practice  of  it,  then  the  vast  masses  of  un- 
protected women  may  do  the  same.  Whatever  is  so- 
cially lawful  for  the  society  woman  is  equally  lawful  for 
the  shopgirl,  and  we  may  be  quite  sure  that  whatever  is 
done  today  by  the  elect  few  will  be  imitated  tomorrow 
by  the  masses.  Probably  there  is  not  a  woman  of  fash- 
ion today  who  would  not  sincerely  deplore  the  prospect 
of  a  spread  of  the  cocktail  habit  among  all  classes  of 
her  sex,  but  it  certainly  must  spread  unless  there  is  a  re- 
turn to  the  conventions  that  were  founded  upon  a  sense 
of  responsibility  as  much  as  upon  anything  else.  And 
the  ruin  that  would  be  wrought  by  the  cocktail  habit, 
if  it  should  become  general,  is  almost  past  measure- 
ment. The  woman  of  society  has  a  hundred  pleasures, 
a  hundred  safety  valves  for  her  energies,  and  even  her 
artificiality  is  a  protection  to  her.  But  there  are  thou- 
sands of  other  women,  pleasure  starved,  and  eager  to 
snatch  unthinkingly  at  every  excitement,  at  every  relief 
from  monotony,  to  whom  the  cocktail  would  mean  irre- 
trievable ruin  through  the  loss  of  a  self-control  that 
already  has  little  enough  encouragement  and  few 
enough  allies.  What  the  cocktail  habit  would  mean  for 
women  in  general  is  too  obvious  to  need  indication 
At  the  least  it  would  mean  a  disastrous  weakening  of 
the  frontiers  between  virtue  and  vice. 

It  is  only  quite  recently  that  even  women  of  fashion 
have  permitted  themselves  this  indulgence.  It  is 
still  more  recently  that  unchaperoned  women  have 
allowed  themselves  to  drink  cocktails  with  a  male 
escort.  But  many  do  this  very  thing  today,  perhaps  not 
under  censorious  eyes,  but  certainly  whenever  secrecy 
implies  security.  It  may  be  that  many  of  these  women 
believe  themselves  to  be  protected  against  the  grosser 
evils  by  their  station  and  by  the  caution  that  comes 
from  sophistication.  Perhaps  some  of  them  are  so  pro- 
tected, but  we  may  doubt  if  any  of  these  forces  are 
always  a  match  for  the  far  greater  force  of  nerv- 
ous stimulation.  And  it  is  precisely  because  the 
cocktail,  among  its  other  qualities,  is  a  nerve  stim- 
ulant— therefore  a  sex  stimulant — that  it  is  so  per- 
nicious. Perhaps,  too,  it  owes  something  of  its  appeal 
to  its  innocuous  name,  for  the  woman  who  would  be 
startled  by  an  invitation  to  drink  a  "jolt"  of  brandy  will 
readily  accept  a  cocktail  with  its  unspecified  ingredients. 
The  women  of  the  last  generation  knew  well  that  their 
sex  could  not  afford  to  weaken  even  the  least  of  the 
barricades  against  aggression,  or  to  deviate  at  all  from 
the  aloofness  that  set  them  out  of  reach  of  bodily  dan- 
gers to  which  otherwise  they  would  be  exposed.  Those 
safeguards  are  no  more  than  the  conventions  that  so 
many  modern  women  have  set  themselves  to  overthrow 
in  a  rather  pathetic  ignorance  of  what  may  await  them 
upon  the  other  side  or  from  the  familiarity  that  brings 
first  contempt  and  then  something  worse  than  con- 
tempt. Doubtless  the  modern  woman  in  her  search  for 
"liberty"  believes  that  she  can  take  care  of  herself. 
Perhaps  she  can.  But  at  least  she  should  be  mindful 
of  the  fact  that  there  are  thousands  of  women  who 
have  absolutely  no  other  safeguard  than  their  own  self- 
control  and  who  can  not  afford,  by  imitativeness  or 
otherwise,  to  relax  the  vigilance  that  means  so  much  to 
them.  Therefore  we  may  hope  that  Mrs.  Atherton's 
suggestion  will  be  fruitful,  not  in  the  way  of  imperti- 
nent intrusions  upon  personal  habits — we  have  far  too 
much  of  this  already — but  in  those  self-restraints  that 
may  be  conventional  but  that  occupy  the  borderland 
between  good  and  evil. 


Editorial  Notes. 

Enthusiasm  for  the  principle  of  "rule  of  the  people" 
seems  always  to  fall  into  desuetude  when  it  fails  to 
sustain  the  ambitions  and  plans  of  its  champions.  We 
see  how  it  works  in  the  national  sphere  in  the  case  of 
Mr.  Roosevelt.  We  have  seen  how  it  works  in  Illinois, 
where  Governor  Deneen,  already  "chosen  of  the 
people,"  is  facing  a  Bull-Moose  competitor  nomi- 
nated in  resentment  and  spite.  We  see  in  multiplied 
instances,  including  the  candidacy  of  Congressman  Kent 
and  the  disfranchisement  of  the  Republicans,  how 
it  works  in  California.  A  fresh  illustration  comes 
from  Oregon,  where  Senator  Bourne,  after  having 
been   beaten    in   the   primary    election,   bobs    up    again 


in  opposition  to  the  candidate  of  his  own  Pro- 
gressive party  as  a  nominee  "by  petition."  And 
this  reminds  us  that  the  petition  device  has  con- 
tributed a  new  and  thriving  industry  to  our  sister  state. 
There  has  grown  up  a  distinct  class  of  professional 
circulators  of  petitions  with  a  carefully  arranged 
schedule  of  prices  running  from  three  to  fifteen  cents 
per  name  according  to  the  nature  of  the  petition  to 
be  circulated.  If  it  is  easy  work — that  is,  if  the  peti- 
tion prays  for  something  designed  in  persecution  of  the 
bloated  property  class  or  in  support  of  some  aggressive 
scheme  urged  in  the  sacred  name  of  labor — the  mini- 
mum rate  applies.  But  if  the  thing  desired  cuts 
athwart  popular  prejudices  or  animosities,  the  rate  goes 
up.  In  this  profession,  as  in  other  things,  the  trained 
man  holds  an  advantage  over  the  amateur,  especially 
if  his  training  has  made  him  an  expert  pensman.  One 
man,  an  expert  forger,  who  learned  caution  and  exacti- 
tude through  a  prison  experience,  has  become  so  skilled 
that  he  can  write  a  hundred  names  '6n  the  same  sheet 
of  paper,  no  one  of  them  bearing  any  resemblance  to 
any  other.  He  is  described  as  still  a  growing  man 
in  his  profession,  and  if  he  can  continue  to  keep  out 
of  the  penitentiary  for  another  year  he  hopes  to  double- 
discount  his  best  achievement  up  to  date. 


That  curious  but  inevitable  kink  in  the  methods  of 
political  reformers,  the  swift  turning  into  devious 
paths  and  crooked  courses,  has  been  demonstrated  many 
times  during  the  present  regime  in  California.  And 
not  all  the  examples  are  to  be  found  among  the  Bull- 
Moose  custodians  of  the  public  virtue,  for  the  Demo- 
cratic brethren  are  now  disturbed  by  an  incident  which 
proves  that  the  nostrums  of  the  new  progressivism 
can  no  more  be  separated  from  demoralizing  influences 
than  gasoline  from  its  odor.  When  the  Democratic 
reformers  threw  out  of  their  recent  councils  the  ad- 
herents of  Theodore  Bell,  they  chose  for  chairman  of 
the  state  central  committee  one  J.  O.  Davis,  an  ex- 
clergyman  of  San  Benito  County,  now  of  Berkeley.  At 
the  meeting  of  the  new  committee,  which  was  chosen, 
under  the  new  law,  by  the  legislative  candidates,  some 
of  the  old  members  were  reelected.  Alex.  M.  Robert- 
son, the  publisher,  staunch  and  time-tried  Democrat, 
had  long  represented  San  Mateo  County,  and  his  reten- 
tion on  the  committee  was  not  merely  desired  by  his 
party  friends  but  regarded  as  a  certainty.  E.  J.  Crane, 
Democratic  candidate  for  assemblyman,  named  Robert- 
son for  reelection,  as  was  his  right,  and  that  the  choice 
was  ratified  at  the  time  is  evident  from  the  fact  that 
notification  to  that  effect  was  sent  to  Robertson.  A 
little  later  it  was  discovered  that  Robertson's  name  had 
been  taken  off  the  official  list  of  committeemen.  At 
once  there  was  an  uproar  and  it  was  found  that  J.  O. 
Davis,  who  was  a  candidate  for  the  chairmanship  of 
the  new  committee,  and  evidently  feared  he  would  not 
get  Robertson's  vote,  had  induced  Crane  to  withdraw 
Robertson.  As  a  pretext  Davis  declared  that  at  a  for- 
mer meeting  Robertson  had  voted  for  a  resolution 
favored  by  the  Bell  men.  This  is  true,  but  the  pretext  is 
absurd,  as  Robertson's  independence  is  not  a  matter  of 
question.  But  Davis  persisted  and  revised  the  list  to 
his  own  satisfaction.  In  Robertson's  place  was  substi- 
tuted a  former  Democrat  of  San  Mateo  but  regis- 
tered in  San  Francisco  as  a  Republican.  As  a 
consequence  the  Democrats  of  San  Mateo  have  no 
representation  on  the  state  central  committee,  and 
complaints  are  loud.  Some  say  that  Chairman  Davis 
will  be  recalled.  But  that  might  be  more  than  a  Pick- 
wickian application  of  the  newly  established  "rule  of 
the  people."  

Not  to  be  outdone  in  the  outward  and  audible  signs 
of  grace,  the  New  York  Republican  State  Convention, 
under  the  leadership  of  Mr.  Barnes,  began  its  proceed- 
ings with  the  singing  of  "Onward,  Christian  Soldiers." 
Whether  this  pious  exercise  had  been  previously  re- 
hearsed or  whether  its  success  was  due  to  the  mem- 
ories of  younger  and  better  days  is  not  apparent,  but 
the  result  is  said  to  have  been  satisfactory.  It  is  now 
evident  that  the  Democrats  must  either  follow  suit  or 
confess  to  a  lack  of  evangelical  zeal  that  will  not  be 
good  for  them  in  the  coming  campaign.  Probably 
Brother  Bryan  is  the  only  member  of  the  party  whose 
knowledge  of  hymnology  is  in  any  way  adequate  to 
the  occasion,  but  if  Brother  Bryan  would  occasionally 
oblige  with  "Lead,  Kindly  Light"  as  a  solo  it  might  go 
a  long  way  to  countt„'act  Republican  pretensions.  And 
by  way  of  being  prepared  for  eventualities  it  might  be 
well  for  politicians  of  all  brands  to  put  themselves  in 
training   for   "Hark  from   the   tomb  a  doleful   sound." 


Some  one  is  going  to  need  that  hymn  before  very  long 
and  it  should  be  added  to  the  repertory  in  good  time. 


Republicans  throughout  the  country  will,  we  suspect, 
observe  the  political  fortunes  of  Senator  Borah  of 
Idaho  with  even  more  solicitude  than  his  late  associates 
in  the  Progressive  movement.  The  reason  is  that  Sena- 
tor Borah's  qualities  are  of  the  sort  which  appeal  to  the 
robust,  healthy  political  mind,  which  we  suspect  is  more 
commonly  found  in  regular  than  in  freak  political  or- 
ganizations. Senator  Borah  is  definitely  a  Progressive 
in  political  sentiment,  although  he  refuses  to  follow  the 
"movement"  in  its  demands  for  the  judicial  recall  and 
some  other  vagarious  extremes.  He  was  for  Roosevelt 
before  the  national  convention,  at  the  time  when  Roose- 
velt posed  as  a  Republican  and  asked  for  support  as 
such.  He  was  opposed  to  Taft's  nomination  upon  the 
theory  that  it  was  forced  and  improper.  He  is  op- 
posed to  the  form  which  the  Roosevelt  movement  took 
after  the  convention,  regarding  it  as  revolutionary  and 
destructive.  The  senator  refuses  to  give  his  approval 
to  either  faction,  and  he  has  the  manly  courage  to  set 
forth  in  plain  terms  precisely  where  he  stands.  He 
says: 

I  think  I  am  violating  no  confidence  when  I  say  that 
Colonel  Roosevelt  personally  requested  me  to  join  him  in  the 
third  party.  I  said  that  I  would  not  join  him  in  the  third- 
party  movement.  That  was  right.  I  did  not  propose  to 
leave  the  Republican  party.  I  made  up  my  mind  in  good 
faith.  I  have  not  changed  my  mind  and  I  will  not  change 
it  in  this  campaign.  Regardless  of  what  happens,  I  propose 
to  advocate  those  principles  within  and  not  outside  of  the 
Republican  party. 

This  is  straightforward  and  manly,  even  though  it 
gives  little  satisfaction  to  the  ardent  Taft  men  or  the 
ardent  Roosevelt  men.  It  is  comprehensible,  dignified. 
above-board  and  honest.  The  man  who  is  strong 
enough  to  take  this  course  and  to  hold  to  it  in  spite  of 
pleadings  and  sneers  is  a  man  who  can  ill  be  spared, 
from  the  councils  of  the  nation.  He  ought  to  be  re- 
elected. And  if  the  people  of  Idaho  don't  reelect  him, 
it  will  be  a  shame  to  the  state  and  a  loss  to  the  countrv. 


The  picture  of  Mayor  Rolph  "persistently  and  deter- 
minedly forcing  the  insurance  companies"  to  reduce 
rates  in  San  Francisco  is  a  pleasingly  heroic  one — all 
the  more  so  because  the  mayor  so  persistently  and 
heroically  seeks  to  avoid  any  appearance  of  political 
purpose.  The  plain  fact  is  that  the  insurance  compa- 
nies have  had  this  reduction  in  contemplation  now  for 
more  than  two  years  and  have  been  actually  at  work 
on  the  details  ever  since  the  first  of  last  January.  The 
reduction  came  not  one  day  sooner  or  later  because  of 
Mr.  Rolph's  activities,  and  this  Mr.  Rolph  himself 
knows  full  well.  The  next  thing  to  being  a  politician — 
if  it  be  not  a  better  thing — is  to  know  when  the  psy- 
chological moment  is  due  to  arrive  and  to  be  there — 
Jimmie  on  the  spot,  so  to  speak. 

A  forerunner  of  Mrs.  Mary  Baker  Eddy  has  been 
discovered.  She  was  a  Japanese  woman  who.  long  be- 
fore Christian  Science  was  heard  of.  founded  in  the 
Island  Empire  a  very  similar  cult.  According  to  a 
writer  in  the  London  Chronicle,  about  4.000.000  in- 
habitants of  Japan  are  believers  in  this  system,  which 
they  call  "Tenriqyo"  and  the  "medical  religion."  Few 
in  England  or  America  had  heard  of  this  religion  un- 
til, not  long  ago,  four  missionaries  from  Japan  settled 
for  a  time  in  London,  talked  of  their  faith  to  some 
whom  they  met  and,  departing,  left  behind  them  a 
little  book  written  in  English  but  printed  in  Osaka. 
■■■   

What  is  said  to  be  the  largest  grapevine  in  Europe  is 
to  be  seen  in  the  great  conservatory  of  Lord  Breadal- 
bane,  at  Killin,  Loch  Tay,  Scotland.  Planted  in  1832 
in  a  modest  conservatory  measuring  only  fifteen  feet, 
its  glass  house  has  now  grown  to  large  proportions,  the 
outer  branches  being  some  eighty  feet  off  the  main 
stem,  and  both  vine  and  its  little  crystal  palace  are  still 
adding  to  their  inches,  the  latter  having  been  extended 
twenty-eight  years  ago.  The  1912  yield  numbered  2H75 
bunches,  but  it  was  thought  best  to  allow  only  500  of 
them  to  mature.  Thev  have  a  delicious  flavor  and  arc 
of  the  Black  Hamburg  variety. 

The  Oceanic  Steam  Navigation  Company,  Limited, 
owners  of  the  Titanic,  has  been  adjudged  by  the 
United  States  District  Court  to  be  liable  for  about 
$92,000  of  the  claims  registered  against  it  a-  a  result 
of  the  disaster  of  April  IS  last.  The  claim - 
more  than  $1,000,000. 

^i» 

As  an  argument  in  favor  of  matrimony,  ii  is  stated 
that  among  every  1000  bachelors  there  are  thirty-eighl 
criminals,  while  among  married  men  the  ratio  is  only 
eighteen  per  thousand. 


Frank  Bostock,  the  wild  animal   tame 
died  in  London  October  8,  aged  fifty. 


1   trainer, 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  19,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Mow  tli.it  our  engineers  have  begun  to  talk  tranquilly  of 
changing  the  inclination  of  the  earth's  axis  it  seems  neces- 
sary t<>  beg  them  to  proceed  with  some  caution  in  a  matter 
of  this  kind.  There  is  reason  to  believe  that  changes  in  the 
pole  have  produced  cataclysms  in  prehistoric  ages,  and  before 
anything  of  the  kind  is  attempted  artificially  there  ought  to 
lie  the  guaranty  of  a  popular  referendum.  There  are  now 
two  proposals  for  tampering  with  the  terrestrial  mechanism. 
The  first  is  for  the  inundation  of  the  Sahara  desert,  and  in 
this  case  the  shifting  of  the  pole  would  be,  or  might  be, 
incidental  through  the  transfer  of  weight.  But  the  New 
York  engineer,  Carroll  Livingston  Riker,  proposes  to  change 
c'imatic  conditions  by  means  of  a  deliberate  attack  upon  the 
axis.  He  wants  to  build  a  jetty  200  miles  long  eastward  from 
Cape  Race  in  order  to  turn  aside  the  cold  Arctic  currents 
into  the  warm  waters  of  the  mid-Atlantic.  This,  he  says, 
would  abolish  the  cold  winters  from  Newfoundland  to  Hat- 
teras,  iceberg  perils  would  become  a  thing  of  the  past,  and 
the  inclination  of  the  terrestrial  axis  would  be  shifted  "a 
trifle."  Moreover,  the  work  would  be  much  cheaper  than  the 
Panama  Canal,  although  Mr.  Riker  does  not  face  the  possi- 
bility that  it  might  be  dear  at  any  price.  Let  us  hope  that 
Mr.  Riker  will  do  nothing  without  due  deliberation.  We 
have  grown  used  to  the  present  axial  inclination  and  we 
should  hate  anything  like  an  abrupt  change. 


And  speaking  of  things  Arctic  reminds  us  of  Dr.  Stefans- 
son's  p'.ea  for  some  sort  of  quarantine  for  the  wdiite  Eskimos 
whom  he  discovered  in  the  far  north.  He  is  anxious  to  keep 
the  missionaries  away  from  them  on  the  ground  that  "a  live 
Eskimo  without  salvation  is  better  than  a  dead  Eskimo  with 
salvation."  The  missionary  is  sure  to  bring  disease  and  to 
interfere  fatally  with  the  Eskimo's  delicate  adjustment  to  his 
environment.  It  will  be  remembered  that  Captain  Amundsen 
spoke  in  a  very  similar  way  of  his  own  pet  Eskimos,  who 
seemed  already  to  be  perfect  gentlemen  and  unlikely  to  be 
improved  either  by  civilization  or  chape's.  Let  us  hope  that 
these  pleas  will  be  effective  and  that  the  gentle  Eskimo  will 
be  allowed  to  lead  his  somewhat  chilly  life  in  his  own  way 
and  without  interference  from  the  trader,  the  whisky  dealer, 
Or  the   missionary.  

Sarah  Eernhardt's  season  in  London,  during  which  she  may 
be  said  to  "die  daily,"  has  tempted  a  statistician  to  calculate 
the  number  of  times  the  great  tragedienne  has  encountered 
death  upon  the  stage  and  the  many  forms  that  it  has  assumed. 
He  finds  that  Mme.  Bernhardt  has  poisoned  herself  10,000 
times,  drowned  herself  7000  times,  shot  herself  in  the  head 
5000  times,  and  stabbed  herself  "as  frequently  as  all  her 
other  deaths  put  together."  So,  at  least,  we  are  informed 
by  the  London  correspondent  of  the  New  York  San,  but  there 
must  be  a  mistake  somewhere  in  the  calculation.  If  Sarah 
Bernhardt  had  "died"  on  the  stage  every  day  it  would  take 
her  about  one  hundred  and  fifty  years  to  reach  such  a  total 
as  this,  and  the  lady  is  said  to  be  somewhat  sensitive  on  the 
subject  of  her  age.  

Here  is  an  object  lesson  in  modern  journalism.  Some 
months  ago  an  American  newspaper  described  certain  experi- 
ments in  the  effect  of  electricity  upon  juvenile  development 
said  to  have  been  carried  out  by  the  famous  Swedish  pro- 
fessor, Svante  Arrhenius.  The  professor,  we  were  told,  had 
segregated  certain  school  children,  subjected  them  to  electric 
baths,  and  had  obtained  surprising  results  in  the  way  of  men- 
tal and  physical  development.  Statistics  were  furnished,  and 
nothing"  was  neglected  that  could  give  precision  to  the  story. 
We  were  even  favored  with  illustrations  in  the  Sunday  sup- 
plements, while  the  special  Sunday  writers  conveyed  the 
gratifying  impression  that  the  child  of  the  future  would  be 
educated  instantaneously  by  electric  shock  and  perhaps  ren- 
dered germ  proof  by  a  second  shock.  Now  comes  a  letter 
from  Professor  Arrhenius  himself,  who  says :  "I  have  not 
myself  read  the  articles  of  which  you  speak,  but  I  believe 
that  you  refer  to  a  communication  from  America,  according 
to  which  I  have  made  experiments  on  the  subject  of  the  in- 
fluence of  electric  currents  or  tensions  on  the  health  and 
intelligence  of  scholars.  Not  a  word  of  all  this  is  true,  and 
I  have  not  written  a  line  on  this  question."  Sometimes  we 
speculate  on  the  ease  with  which  the  historian  of  the  future 
will  collect  his  facts  from  our  newspaper  files.  It  is  to  be 
hoped  that  the  coming  historian  will  be  duly  warned  that 
these  records  were  written  to  a  great  extent  by  those  who 
had  reduced  lying  to  a  fine  art  and  whose  chief  skill  was  a 
picturesque   and   decorated   mendacity. 


An  English  vicar,  the  Rev.  P.  T.  Bainbridge,  of  St. 
Thomas's  Church,  Regent  Street,  has  got  himself  into  seri- 
ously hot  water  by  praying  publicly  that  the  soul  of  General 
Nogi  and  his  wife  may  "rest  in  a  place  of  refreshment  and 
light."  The  proceeding  seems  to  have  been  a  kindly  one, 
although  of  doubtful  efficacy,  and  it  is  hard  to  see  why  a 
high  <  hurch  authority  should  say  that  "it  opens  up  a  difficult 
and  profound  problem."  It  seems  that  there  is  no  authority 
to  pray  for  the  souls  of  those  who  were  not  Christians, 
while  it  is  positively  unlawful  according  to  Episcopal  rule  to 
pray  for  the  souls  ot  suicides.  But  why  did  the  Rev.  Bain- 
bridgc  select  the  particular  case  of  General  Nogi  for  his 
prayers?  And  why  should  any  one  care  whether  he  did  Ol 
__ 

Baron  Marshall  von  Bicberstein,  the  late  German  ambassa- 
dor to  London,  was  in  the  diplomatic  harness  for  forty  years, 
but  he  is  said  to  have  made  only  two  mistakes.  It  was  he 
who  Benl  the  fain  .us  telegram  bearing  the  emperor's  signa- 
ture to  President  Kruger  of  the  Transvaal  after  the  Jameson 
Raid,  an  act  that,  to  say  the  least  of  it.  was  unnecessary 
and    pi  itive      Ami   he  made  the  second    error   of   failing 

Tu  Wsh    government    of    the    intended    attack'    by 
1'aron    Marschall    was   t  ierman    ambassa 


dor  to  Constantinople  at  the  time.  He  was  aware  of  the 
impending  move  upon  Tripoli  and  he  found  it  hard  to  ex- 
plain his  silence  in  such  a  way  as  to  preserve  his  influence 
with  the  Porte  and  with  the  Young  Turks.  It  is  strange  that 
his  Inst  mission  should  have  been  lo  smooth  away  the  friction 
between  Germany  and  England  that  his  own  action  at  the 
time  of  the  Boer  War  had  done  so  much  to  create. 


Mr.  Edward  Legge,  writing  in  the  Fortnightly  Review  on 
the  late  King  Edward,  quotes  a  letter  which  shows  the  atti- 
tude of  the  royal  mind  toward  the  assassination  of  a  king. 
The  letter  was  from  King  Edward  to  the  Russian  and  Italian 
ambassadors,  who,  on  behalf  of  King  Peter  of  Servia,  had 
asked  for  the  reestablishment  of  diplomatic  relations  after 
the  murder  of  King  Alexander  and  Queen  Draga.  King  Ed- 
ward wrote  as  follows : 

I  regret  very  much  indeed  that  I  can  not  comply  with  your 
suggestions.  The  assassination  of  King  Alexander  and  Queen 
Draga  on  June  2,  1903,  was  so  terrible  that  it  made  a  deep 
impression  on  public  opinion  in  England.  Public  opinion  has 
not  yet  recovered  from  the  shock,  and  would  certainly  not 
approve  of  the  reestablishment  of  diplomatic  relations  with 
Servia,  and  you  know  well  that  I  and  my  government  must 
take  into  account  the  public  opinion  of  our  country.  And 
besides  this  reason  I  have  another,  so  to  say  a  personal  rea- 
son. Mon  metier  a  vioi  est  d'etre  Roi.  King  Alexander  was 
also,  by  his  metier,  "un  Roi."  As  you  see,  we  belonged  to 
the  same  guild  as  laborers  or  professional  men.  I  can  not 
be  indifferent  to  the  assassination  of  a  member  of  my  pro- 
fession, or,  if  you  like,  a  member  of  my  guild.  We  should 
be  obliged  to  shut  up  our  businesses  if  we,  the  kings,  con- 
sidered* the  assassination  of  kings  as  of  no  consequence  at 
all.  I  regret,  but  you  see  that  I  can  not  do  what  you  wish 
me  to   do. 

Mr.  Legge's  object  is  to  remove  the  impression  created  by 
Sir  Sidney  Lee  that  King  Edward  was  a  man  of  only  mediocre 
capacity.  

A  Daily  Consular  and  Trade  Report  gives  us  an  idea  of 
the  extent  to  which  literature  in  Turkey  has  responded  to 
the  comparative  political  liberty  that  has  followed  the  revo- 
lution. Large  numbers  of  translations  and  adaptations  of 
European  scientific  and  literary  works  and  books  of  a  popular 
nature  are  now  available.  There  are  treatises  on  medicine. 
surgery,  law,  chemistry,  physics,  military  science,  and  even 
aeronautics.  There  are  also  a  large  number  of  independent 
publications  by  Turkish  authors  on  these  and  other  modern 
topics.  Text-books  for  use  in  Turkish  schools  are  prepared  to 
meet  the  needs  of  a  modernized  curriculum.  Instead  of 
merely  reading  the  fables  and  historical  stories,  excellent 
though  they  be,  the  modern  Turkish  schoolboy  uses  graded 
reading  books  prepared  in  accordance  with  the  latest  peda- 
gogic ideas.  Standard  works  of  European  literature  are 
being  translated  into  Turkish,  and  modern  popular  novels, 
principally  French,  have  a  large  sale.  Of  purely  American 
literature  little  has  yet  been  translated,  but  the  American 
detective  stories  are  finding  great  favor  among  Turkish 
youth.  There  is  also  a  growing  modern  Turkish  literature 
which  aims  to  foster  Turkish  patriotism  and  love  for  the 
Asmanli  language.  Several  illustrated  magazines  are  pub- 
lished regularly.  The  Servet-i-funnun  (Riches  of  Knowl- 
edge) and  the  Turk-Yurdo  (Turkish  Heart)  are  the  principal 
periodicals.  Both  are  well  illustrated  with  photographs  and 
contain  articles  on  current  events  as  well  as  on  literary 
topics.  Excellent  new  editions,  well  illustrated,  of  some  of 
the  Turkish  classics  are  also  published  to  retain  the  interest 
in  these  works.  

We  may  congratulate  ourselves  too  hastily  on  the  fact  that 
62  per  cent  of  all  the  telephones  in  the  world  are  to  be  found 
in  America.  As  a  gauge  of  civilization  the  telephone  leaves 
much  to  be  desired,  unless  civilization  and  talk  are  synonyms. 
But  although  the  telephone  is  more  widely  diffused  in  America 
than  elsewhere  there  is  no  American  city  that  has  so  many 
telephones  in  proportion  to  population  as  Stockholm  with  one 
telephone  for  every  4.7  inhabitants.  New  York  comes  fifth 
on  the  list  with  one  telephone  for  17  inhabitants,  with  Copen- 
hagen, Christiania.  Stuttgart,  and  Berlin  above  it,  and  Lon- 
don immediately  below.  Madrid  has  one  telephone  for  155 
people.  St.  Petersburg  one  to  55,  Rome  one  to  60,  Vienna 
one  to  44.  and  Lisbon  one  to   115. 

Those  who  are  wearied  of  the  stresses  of  modern  life  and 
of  its  gladiatorial  politics  might  do  worse  than  take  up  their 
residence  in  Liechtenstein,  which  is  an  independent  state  two 
hundred  years  old,  and  proud  of  it,  wedged  in  between 
Austria,  Germany,  and  Switzerland.  The  spiritual  welfare 
of  Liechtenstein  is  looked  after  by  the  Swiss  Church,  while 
Austria  is  good  enough  to  lend  the  little  principality  a  few 
customs  officers  and  to  attend  to  its  postofnee.  The  ruler 
of  Liechtenstein  is  Prince  John,  who  lives  in  Vienna  and 
who  pays  out  of  his  own  pocket  the  whole  expense  of  his 
little  kingdom,  so  that  there  are  no  taxes  of  any  kind.  But 
Liechtenstein  is  not  without  its  dignity.  It  possesses  a  legis- 
lature which  makes  real  laws  and  every  legislator  draws  a 
salary  from  the  state,  that  is  to  say  from  Prince  John,  with- 
out any  compunctions  on  the  score  of  undue  influence.  Since 
we  never  before  heard  of  Liechtenstein  it  is  evidently  a 
model  community.  Sidney  G.  P.  Cokvn. 


No  one  could  ask  for  better  proof  of  the  merit  of 
synthetic  rubber  than  that  which  Dr.  Carl  Duisberg 
recently  gave  before  the  Eighth  International  Congress 
"i  Vpplied  Chemistry.  Dr.  Duisberg  is  the  head  of 
the  great  color  works  at  Klberfeld,  Germany,  in  which 
the  problem  of  making  rubber  by  chemistry  was  solved 
at  about  the  same  time  that  it  was  solved  by  the  Eng- 
lish chemists.  He  showed. two  automobile  tires  of  syn- 
thetic rubber  that  have  bee"  driven  more  than  four 
thousand  miles,  yet  show  >  nly  slight  signs  of  wear. 
The  noted  chemist  took  pains  tn  declare,  however,  that 
die  process,  although  in  a  chemical  sense  entirely  suc- 
cessful, is  not  yet  commercially  practicable. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


A  "Tainted  Legal  Victory." 
The  Roosevelt  faction  won  a  tainted  legal  victory  in  its 
battle  over  the  electoral  ticket,  but  the  Supreme  Court  had 
the  unspeakably  bad  taste  to  say  that  the  primary  law  is  a 
'"very  bad  law"  and  to  admit  that  by  its  decision  it  had 
virtually  disfranchised  a  third  of  the  citizens  of  the  state.  An 
admitted  wrong  committed  under  the  forms  of  law  and  in  the 
name  of  justice  makes  is  not  the  less  intolerable.  The  Cali- 
fornia ballot  will  have  a  Roosevelt  ticket  under  the  label  "Re- 
publican" and  there  will  be  no  election  for  Mr.  Taft.  The 
virtuous  Johnson  and  the  impeccable  Heney  and  their  blind 
followers  who  went  to  Chicago  and  made  the  welkin  ring  with 
their  furious  denunciation  of  the  wrongs  California  suffered 
there  have  got  even  by  disfranchising  a  hundred  thousand 
voters  at  home.  They  have  usurped  the  name  and  place  of 
the  Republican  electors  on  the  ballot,  and  for  the  purpose  of 
perpetrating  this  gross  infamy  they  were  willing  to  masque- 
rade as  Republicans,  though  they  have  proclaimed  everywhere 
their  independence  of  the  Republican  party  and  have  set  out 
to  wreck  it.  What  sympathy  can  the  California  Bull-Moosers 
expect  for  the  injustice  they  say  they  endured  at  Chicago  in 
face  of  the  vastly  greater  injustice  and  oppression  they  im- 
pose in  California? — Portland  Oregonian. 


The  Real  Source. 
The  people  are  so  ready  to  misrepresent  Roosevelt.  He 
got,  he  says,  most  of  the  best  of  his  policies  from  Lincoln. 
Many  thought  he  meant  President  Lincoln,  when  all  the  while 
he  was  just  referring  to  Lincoln.  Nebraska. — Southern  Lum- 
berman (Nashville).  

In  Governor  Johnson's  State. 
"It  is  a  bad  primary  law  ;  it  disfranchises  the  voters  of  this 
state;  it  is  not  justifiable,  but  it  is  law" — such  are  the  words 
of  the  Supreme  Court  of  California  referring  to  the  new  pri- 
mary act  hurriedly  passed  at  an  extra  session  of  the  legis- 
lature for  the  express  purpose  of  denying  the  Taft  electors  a 
place  on  the  official  ballot:  By  the  sharp  practice  of  the  third- 
term  faction,  which  elsewhere  professes  to  despise  the  Re- 
publican name,  the  new  party  seizes  it  and  excludes  the  true 
Republican  party  from  the  polls.  It  may  be  that  there  is  a 
parallel  to  this  in  the  annals  of  political  villainy,  but  we  doubt 
it.  Tammany  at  its  worst  would  not  have  dared  venture  upon 
such  an  enterprise.  Murphy  and  Croker  would  have  been 
staggered  by  it.  Even  Tweed  would  have  been  incapable  of  it. 
— New  York  World.  

The  Dreaded  Agitation. 

Any  agitator  who  makes  himself  dreaded  on  account  of  his 
foolish  or  violent  plans  or  reckless  promises  necessarily  brings 
a  certain  disrepute  upon  even  the  sane  and  humane  measures 
which  he  favors.  The  great  example  of  this  truth  today  is,  of 
course,   Theodore  Roosevelt. — New  York  Evening  Post. 


LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR. 


An  Explanation. 
Dr.  George  Draper. 
44  Hast  63rd  Street. 

New  York  City,  October  S,  1912. 
To  the  Editor  of  the  Argonaut — Sir:     In  the  Argonaut 
for   September   7,    1912,   page    157,   column    1,   appears   a  para- 
graph  beginning   "Dr.    George   Draper   of   the    Rockefeller   In- 
stitute,"  etc. 

It  is  a  matter  of  interest  to  me  and  my  professional  repu- 
tation to  knowr  how  such  a  statement  came  to  be  published  in 
your  paper  and  where  the  remarks  attributed  to  me  were 
made.     I  never  made  them. 

Kindly  look  this  matter  up  at  once  and  send  me  an  explana- 
tion. Yours  truly,  George  Draper. 

This  is  the  quotation  referred  to  in  Dr.  Draper's  letter,  as  it 
appeared  in  the  Storiettes  department  of  the  Argonaut: 

Dr.  George  Draper,  of  the  Rockefeller  Institute,  discussing 
woman's  work  in  the  world,  said:  "And  this,  mind  you, 
leaves  child-bearing  out  of  count.  Two  women  sat  one  day 
on  a  wind-swept  ocean  pier.  The  first  woman  had  three  beau- 
tiful children,  the  other  was  childless.  The  childless  woman, 
gazing  wistfully  out  over  the  tumbling  blue  water,  said  :  'I'd 
give  ten  years  of  my  life  to  have  three  such  children  as  yours.' 
'Well,  three  children  cost  about  that,'  the  other  woman  an- 
swered gravely." 

From  the  time  the  offending  paragraph  was  discovered  in  an 
exchange  until  Dr.  Draper's  letter  was  received,  the  Argonaut 
believed  that  the  ascribed  authorship  of  the  anecdote  might  be 
veritable.  It  no  longer  holds  that  opinion.  Dr.  Draper  did 
not  tell   the  story. — Ed. 


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more  power  to  you.  Yours,  etc.,  Thos.  Nelson. 

» 
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October  19,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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CYRIL  MAUDE'S  NEW  ROLE. 


The  London  Comedian's  Triumph  as  a  Waiter. 

Whenever  an  American  friend  visiting  London  asks 
for  suggestions  as  to  the  actors  of  the  British  capital 
most  worth  seeing  I  always  reply  with  a  question : 
"Have  you  seen  Cyril  Maude?"  And  almost  invariably 
the  answer  is  in  the  negative.  That  is  both  surprising 
and  not  surprising.  Surprising  because  Mr.  Maude 
began  his  career  as  an  actor  in  the  United  States;  not 
surprising  because  since  he  won  his  position  as  one  of 
the  two  most  finished  comedians  on  the  London  stage 
he  has  devoted  himself  almost  entirely  to  appearances 
in  the  capital  city.  For  nine  years  he  was  part  man- 
ager of  the  famous  Haymarket  Theatre,  but  for  several 
years  past  he  has  had  his  own  stage  in  the  Playhouse. 
With  the  fastidious  playgoer  he  takes  equal  rank  with 
Sir  Charles  Wyndham,  who  also,  it  will  be  remembered, 
began  his  actor  career  in  America.  The  chief  differ- 
ence between  the  two  is  that  Mr.  Maude  prefers  a  part 
which  is  capable  of  a  pathetic  twist ;  Sir  Charles  Wynd- 
ham is  more  at  home  in  portraying  the  man  of  the 
world  type,  and  is  universally  regarded  as  the  most  ac- 
complished wearer  of  a  dress  suit  on  the  London  stage. 
Many  as  are  the  characters  which  have  been  created 
by  Mr.  Maude,  his  greatest  triumphs  have  been  secured 
in  "The  Little  Minister"  and  "The  Second  in  Com- 
mand." Both  those  comedies  gave  him  ample  oppor- 
tunity for  forcing  the  pathetic  note.  Hence  it  was  with 
considerable  surprise  that  his  admirers  learned  that  on 
Saturday  night  he  was  to  appear  in  an  English  version 
of  Tristan  Bernard's  "Le  Petit  Cafe,"  for  they  won- 
dered how  he  would  be  able  to  turn  that  farce  into  a 
vehicle  fof  his  own  particular  type  of  emotion.  Of 
course  Mr.  Maude  elected  to  play  the  part  of  Albert 
Loriflan,  the  one  overworked  waiter  of  the  little  cafe, 
and  such  a  role  did  not  seem  promising  judged  from  his 
point  of  comedy  acting. 

Happily,  however,  the  trend  of  the  plot  enabled  Mr. 
Maude  to  break  from  the  tradition  established  on  the 
Parisian  stage  and  secure  his  own  particular  effect.  For 
a  cafe  play  "The  Little  Cafe"  has  an  ingenious  story. 
The  establishment,  which  is  a  modest  resort  of  the  type 
not  unknown  to  frequenters  of  the  French  capital,  is 
owned  by  one  Philibert,  who  has  for  friend  a  shady 
lawyer  named  Bigardon.  The  latter  learns  that  the 
waiter  Albert  has  been  left  a  large  fortune,  and  racks 
his  brains  to  discover  how  he  may  turn  the  event  to 
his  own  advantage  before  Albert  becomes  aware  of  his 
good  luck.  Hence  Bigardon's  interview  with  Philibert. 
to  whom  he  makes  a  suggestion  on  the  condition  that 
they  shall  share  and  share  alike  in  the  spoils.  The  plan 
is  this :  Philibert  shall  make  a  new  contract  with  Albert 
for  twenty  years,  promising  him  an  enormous  increase 
of  salary.  But  the  contract  is  to  have  a  clause  stipu- 
lating that  whoever  breaks  the  contract  shall  pay  the 
othc-  a  sum  of  twenty  thousand  francs.  Of  course  the 
idea  is  that  as  soon  as" Albert  is'i~SdC  acquainted  with 
his  windfall  he  will  wish  to  resign  his  position" as  v^ZlX'. 
and  thus  become  liable  for  the  twenty  thousand  francs' 
fine. 

All  goes  well  with  the  scheme.  That  is,  the  contract 
is  duly  drawn,  and  Albert,  while  half  drunk,  appends  his 
signature  to  the  document.  An  hour  or  two  later  he  re- 
ceives a  letter  informing  him  that  he  has  inherited  a 
fortune  of  eighty  thousand  francs.  But  the  unexpected 
happens.  He  does  not  resign  his  position.  On  the  con- 
trary, being  a  waiter  born,  with  the  strain  of  servitude 
in  his  blood,  he  resolves  to  continue  being  a  waiter  in 
spite  of  his  unexpected  wealth.  He  does,  however,  de- 
termine to  alter  his  plan  of  life.  From  eight  in  the 
morning  till  midnight  he  will  still  serve  the  customers 
of  the  Little  Cafe,  but  from  midnight  onward  for  as 
many  hours  as  exhausted  nature  will  stand  the  strain 
he  will  cut  a  dash  in  a  cafe  far  more  resplendent  than 
his  own.  The  latter  establishment  provides  the  scene 
for  the  second  act,  and  a  wild  scene  of  orgy  it  is.  Not  a 
few  of  Mr.  Maude's  regular  patrons  on  Saturday  night 
had  much  ado  to  hide  their  blushes.  They  never  ex- 
pected the  manager  of  the  Playhouse  to  indulge  in  such 
stark  realism.  For  the  setting  was  a  night  restaurant 
of  the  speediest  type,  with  countless  painted  females 
and  roues  at  the  old  game.  There  was  a  dashing  Si- 
cilian, with  a  dagger  in  her  stocking,  and  an  exuberant 
Berengere  of  dubious  reputation,  and  a  crowd  of  other 
ladies  who  exhibited  more  underwear  than  the  decor- 
mis  frequenters  of  the  Playhouse  are  accustomed  to 
seeing  in  public  unless  in  Oxford  Street  windows. 

Of  course  Albert  is  the  chief  figure  in  that  scene  of 
revelry,  and  the  manner  in  which  Mr.  Maude  depicted 
his  struggle  to  be  lively  when  he  ought  to  have  been 
asleep  after  his  hard  labors  at  the  Little  Cafe  was  a 
delicious  piece  of  acting.  Not  that  there  were  not 
flashes  of  genuine  merriment.  Albert  was  awake 
enough  when  the  Sicilian  fumbled  about  for  her  dagger 
or  the  ferocious  Berengere  attempted  to  assert  her 
rights  to  his  embraces  and  drinks,  and  the  action  waxed 
tempestuous  when  an  irate  colonel  appeared  on  the 
scene  and  challenged  the  disguised  waiter  to  a  duel  on 
the  ground  that  he  had  stolen  the  affections  of  his  lady- 
loves. Mr.  Maude  played  the  part  of  the  viveur  to  the 
life,  all  the  while,  however,  suggesting  in  an  adroit 
manner  the  distractior  of  Albert  to  preserve  his  day- 
time identity  from  beinr  discovered.  This  was  to  be  as 
perfectly  balanced  by  Albert's  struggles  during  his 
working  hours  at  the  I  :ttle  Cafe  to  thwart  detection  of 
his  after-midnight   per  onality. 

But  of  course  the  discovery  has  to  come.  Albert  is 
found  out  by  the  colonel,  who  is  bitterly  grieved  to  find 


that  the  "Count"  he  challenged  to  a  duel  is  nothing 
more  than  a  waiter,  and  the  painted  dames  of  the  Cafe 
Fifine  are  equally  willing  to  abandon  Albert  when  they 
learn  his  real  occupation  without  being  aware  of  his 
fortune.  All  the  time,  too,  Philibert  and  Bigardon  are 
at  their  wits'  end.  To  further  their  little  scheme  of 
making  Albert  become  so  disgusted  with  his  lowly  oc- 
cupation by  giving  him  a  taste  of  the  fast  life  his  for- 
tune would  enable  him  to  enjoy,  they,  and  not  Albert 
himself,  bore  all  the  expenses  of  his  visits  to  the  Cafe 
Fifine. 

Albert,  however,  is  not  enamored  of  life  as  it  is  lived 
at  the  Cafe  Fifine.  How  could  he  be  ?  After  all,  he  has 
the  soul  of  a  waiter  only,  and  he  is  more  at  ease  in  his 
white  socks  and  waiter's  garb  than  in  the  "glad  clothes" 
of  the  viveur.  In  fact  there  is  nothing  of  the  viveur 
in  his  temperament;  he  soon  finds  that  the  vie  da  luxe 
fills  him  with  disgust ;  his  one  mission  in  life  is  to  serve 
"one  bock  more"  from  dawn  to  dewy  eve.  This  is 
easily  believable  of  Albert  as  Mr.  Maude  plays  him. 
He  has  a  world  of  information  about  chicken  cutlets; 
is  up  to  all  the  tricks  of  his  trade,  and  can  bottle  wine 
with  the  best ;  but  beyond  these  things  his  ambition 
does  not  extend.  He  is  a  waiter,  sheer  waiter,  and 
nothing  more. 

So  after  all  it  was  not  difficult  for  Mr.  Maude  to 
bring  into  play  that  command  of  pathetic  sentiment 
which  made  him  so  great  a  favorite  in  "The  Little 
Minister"  and  "The  Second  in  Command."  For  Albert 
had  a  strain  of  fireside  domesticity  in  his  nature. 
When  this  dawned  upon  Philibert  and  Bigardon  they 
re-set  their  plans.  Philibert  had  a  comely  daughter, 
Yvonne  by  name,  and  she  is  made  the  instrument 
whereby  Albert  agrees  to  stay  at  the  Little  Cafe  not 
merely  for  twenty  years,  but  for  life.  It  is  by  that 
twist  in  the  story  that  Mr.  Maude  is  able  to  sound  the 
pathetic  note,  and  he  did  it  so  effectually  that  many 
must  have  left  the  Playhouse  convinced  that  even  a 
waiter  may  have  a  soul  above  a  chicken  cutlet. 

Perhaps  the  only  defect  of  the  entertainment  was 
that  one  was  never  caught  by  an  unexpected  situation. 
That,  of  course,  is  the  hall-mark  of  the  highest  farce, 
but  it  would  never  do  for  Mr.  Maude  to  commit  him- 
self to  farce  per  se.  As  a  member  of  a  "good  family," 
for  his  mother  is  a  baron's  daughter,  he  must  always 
have  a  vehicle  which  will  allow  the  refined  note  of 
comedy  to  be  touched,  and  that  he  attains  his  end  by 
the  medium  of  "The  Little  Cafe"  is  another  proof  of 
his  ability  as  a  comedian.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  October  1,  1912. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Living  on  a  pension  in  London  is  W.  H.  Wickham, 
the  man  responsible  Ia»  me  introduction  of  rubber 
trees  in  Ind;  .  at  the  risk  of  his  life.  He  is  said  to 
have  received  from  the  promoters  of  the  enterprise 
$5500  in  casn,  the  remainder  being  put  out  at  interest 
to  furnish  him  with  a  life  income.  The  agricultural 
department  of  East  India,  which  was  approached  on  the 
subject,  took  kindly  to  it,  and  sent  Wickham  to  gather 
thp --  V"r",i  T,  -  '-1  -  .  '.  '-  ~  "Til,  Wickham 
l.'rseed  of  the  Para  ruuuer  tree  in  Bra^.      f,    ■ 

lived  in  the  jungles  with  the  natives  and  won V  .jj- 
fidence.  Slowly  he  collected  seeds  until  he  had  75,000 
of  them.  He  put  them  in  bags  and  smuggled  them 
aboard  a  ship,  which  was  short  of  cargo  and  funds. 
The  government  of  India  stood  all  the  costs.  The 
seeds  were  cultivated  in  the  hot-houses  of  Kew  Gar- 
dens. Some  2000  Para  plants  developed,  and  these 
were  sent  to  Ceylon  for  cultivation.  That  was  the  be- 
ginning of  the  rubber-growing  industry  in  India,  and 
now  millions  of  dollars  are  made  annually  from  the 
rubber  plantations  in  Ceylon,  Malaya,  and  other  East 
Indian  provinces.  From  Wickham's  seeds  much  purer 
rubber  was  grown  than  Brazil  had  ever  seen.  He  ran 
the  risk  of  a  long  term  in  prison,  for  a  Brazilian  law 
prohibited  the  removal  of  the  seeds  from  the  country. 

Nearly  everybody  believes  that  Benjamin  Franklin 
was  the  inventor  and  constructor  of  the  first  lightning- 
rod.  In  this  particular  they  are  mistaken,  as  the  first 
lightning  catcher  was  invented  by  a  poor  monk  of  Bo- 
hemia, who  put  up  the  first  lightning-rod  on  the  palace 
of  the  curator  of  Preditz,  Moravia,  June  15,  1754.  The 
apparatus  was  composed  of  a  pole  surmounted  by  an 
iron  rod,  supporting  twelve  curved  branches  and  ter- 
minating in  as  many  metallic  boxes  filled  with  iron  ore. 
The  entire  system  of  wires  was  united  to  the  earth  by 
a  large  chain.  The  enemies'  of  the  inventor,  jealous  of 
his  success,  excited  the  peasants  of  the  locality  against 
him,  and  under  the  pretext  that  his  lightning-rod  was 
the  cause  of  the  excessive  dry  weather,  had  the  rod 
taken  down  and  the  inventor  imprisoned. 


Dr.  Harvey  Wiley,  former  government  chemist,  re- 
cently told  the  members  of  a  woman's  club  to  give  their 
guests  a  bowl  of  mush  and  milk,  and  not  the  thing  called 
a  modern  dinner;  also  that  they  should  learn  the  nutri- 
tive value  of  food  and  that  they  would  find  that  it  will 
not  cost  half  as  much  to  live  as  it  does  now.  The  need 
of  the  age  is  to  get  back  to  the  simple  life  ( reflects  the 
New  Orleans  Picayune),  and  it  is  also  true  that  Ameri- 
cans waste  as  much  food  in  a  year  as  would  feed  twice 
as  many  people. 

Last  week  saw  the  assembling  in  the  Hudson  River 
of  the  largest  fleet  of  American  war  vessels  ever  gath 
ered  together.  It  was  the  largest  fleet  ever  anchored 
in  any  harbor,  and,  with  the  exception  of  the  British 
fleet  in  the  open  roadstead  at  Spithead,  the  largest  ever 
assembled  anywhere  in  the  world. 


William  T.  Haines,  governor-elect  of  Maine,  is  a 
product  of  that  state.  He  was  horn  on  a  rocky,  unpro- 
ductive farm,  worked  his  way  through  college,  and  has 
risen  steadily. 

Mohammed  V,  Sultan  of  Turkey,  now  facing  war 
with  the  Balkan  States,  succeeded  to  the  throne  on  the 
deposition  of  his  brother.  Abdul  Hamid  II,  in  1909. 
He  is  the  twenty-ninth  Sultan  since  the  conquest  of 
Constantinople. 

Sir  David  Burnett,  the  new  Lord  Mayor  of  London, 
is  one  of  his  majesty's  lieutenants  for  the  British 
metropolis.  He  was  knighted  in  1908,  and  prior  to  thai 
time  was  sheriff  of  London  for  a  year.  He  has  been  an 
alderman  for  ten  years. 

Judge  Alfred  B.  Beers,  the  new  commander-in-chief 
of  the  Grand  Army  of  the  Republic,  has  been  a  munici- 
pal judge  of  Bridgeport,  Connecticut,  for  nearly  twenty 
years.  He  saw  heavy  service  in  the  Civil  War  and 
took  part  in  a  number  of  historic  battles. 

Henry  B.  Sheahan,  assistant  professor  of  English  at 
Harvard,  has  been  appointed  to  the  faculty  of  the  Uni- 
versity of  Lyons,  France.  He  will  direct  L'Elude  d'An- 
glais,  and  is  one  of  the  youngest  men  who  ever  received 
this  honor  in  America.  He  graduated  from  Harvard 
in  1909. 

Frank  Forrest,  chief  superintendent  of  the  criminal 
investigation  department  of  Scotland  Yard,  has  just  re- 
tired after  thirty-four  years'  service  in  the  police  force. 
He  intends  to  settle  down  to  the  life  of  a  country  gentle- 
man, but  before  doing  so  will  visit  this  country,  Canada, 
and  the  West  Indies. 

George  Grist,  who  has  made  seven  trips  to  Europe 
in  eighteen  years,  has  probably  set  a  record  for  foreign 
travel  on  a  very  limited  income.  He  is  a  street  sweeper 
in  the  employ  of  the  city  of  Baltimore,  and  earns  $12 
a  week.  Recently,  when  he  left  for  another  overseas 
journey,  he  took  $146  with  him. 

At  the  Cattle  Raisers'  Association  session  held  re- 
cently at  Fort  Worth,  Texas,  among  the  members  was 
Mrs.  M.  B.  Huling,  who  owns  108  sections  in  Callahan 
County,  rides  her  pony  over  the  ranch,  and  knows  every  ' 
foot  of  her  immense  holding.  She  was  left  a  widow  in 
1910,  and  has  since  devoted  herself  to  the  business  of 
raising  high-grade  whitefaces. 

The  Right  Reverend  Edward  Stuart  Talbot,  who 
came  to  this  country  recently  to  attend  a  meeting  of  the 
missionary  and  church  union  conference  at  Lake  Mo- 
honk,  New  York,  has  been  Bishop  of  Southwick  since 
1905,  and  is  one  of  the  most  distinguished  clergymen 
in  the  British  empire.  Born  in  1844,  he  maintains  his 
rugged  health,  and  is  a  striking  figure,  towering  well 
above  the  crowds  wherever  he  goes. 

Dr.  Karl  Buenz,  the  new  general  representative  of 

the  Hamburg-American  steamship  line  in  this  country, 

is  a  native  of  w_"ii-jr,ri  j,nd  has  had  an  unusual  career. 

Hp  ;"  -  "j  ",'"'",''  '""       "    '"■»    mayor,  and  railroad 

_  i»  a  lawyer,  has  been  a  iucis..,~      '     ' 

president,  and  has  also  served  the  German  government 

for  years  as  a  diplomat.     He  entered  the  foreign  office 

as  an  attache  to  the  German  general  consulate  at  New 

York.     In  1908  he  was  appointed  German  minister  to 

Mexico. 

Dr.  Milton  J.  Rosenau.  whose  discovery  that  the  ba- 
cillus of  infantile  paralysis  is  transmitted  by  the  stable 
fly  proved  one  of  the  sensations  of  the  Congress  of 
Hygiene  at  Washington,  was  quarantine  officer  of  San 
Francisco  for  three  years  beginning  in  1S95.  He  was 
born  in  Philadelphia  in  1869,  and  received  his  medical 
education  here  and  in  Europe.  Since  1909  he  has  been 
professor  of  preventive  medicine  and  hygiene  at  Har- 
vard Medical  School.  Among  his  best  known  books  is 
"The  Origin  and  Spread  of  Typhoid  Fever." 

Joseph  Penneil,  from  whom  the  British  government 
has  purchased  a  complete  set  of  the  lithographs,  draw- 
ings, and  etchings  which  he  recently  made  of  the  work- 
ings, scenery,  and  surroundings  of  the  Panama  Canal, 
studied  art  in  Philadelphia,  where  he  was  born  in  1860. 
He  has  won  numerous  gold  medals,  besides  the  grand 
prix  at  Milan  and  Barcelona.  His  works  are  repre- 
sented in  the  world's  leading  galleries  and  in  many  pri- 
vate collections.  He  is  a  member  of  council  of  the 
International  Society  of  Sculptors,  Painters,  and 
Gravers. 

Herr  Emil  Pein,  who,  it  is  announced,  has  mastered 
the  problem  of  utilizing  tidal  action,  is  an  engineer  of 
Hamburg,  and  has  devoted  fifteen  years  to  experiment. 
The  works  arc  to  be  at  Ilusuni  on  the  coast  of  Schles- 
wig,  and  il  is  estimated  that  the  electricity  to  be  gene- 
rated will  supply  nearly  the  whole  of  Schleswig-Hol- 
slein  north  of  the  Kiel  canal.  The  Pein  system,  il  is 
said,  will  permil  the  generation  of  power  continuously, 
the  variation  of  the  tidal  force  at  different  hours  being 
compensated  \m-  by  the  use  of  accumulators.  As  de 
scribed,  the  mechanism  is  extremely  simple. 

William  Hughes,  former  Democratic  congres  ivftin 
from  New  Jersey,  who  has  won  the  primary  fighl  for 
the  senatorial  nomination  against  veteran  James  Smith, 
has  made  his  own  way  in  the  world  since  be  was  (en 
years  of  age.  He  was  born  in  Ireland,  came  to  this 
country  as  a  small  child,  ami  left  school  :it  ten  t"  be 
come  a  reel  boy  in  a  Jersey  mill.  Then  In-  became  a 
weaver.  Later  he  took  up  shorthand  in  his  odd  mo- 
ments, read  law  in  the  evenings,  and  became  admitted 
to  the  bar.     He  went  to  Congress,  and  led. 

He    resigned    to  accept   a   judgeship   conf 
by  Governor  Wilson,     lie  is  about 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  19,  1912. 


IN   DARK   CORNER. 

The  Little  Stranger. 


The  woman's  voice  rang  out  clear,  sharp,  insistent, 
and  as  the  notes  drifted  through  the  hazy  summer  air 
a  man  pulled  upon  the  reins  of  his  horse  quickly. 

•'Hello.  Mary — I  didn't  see  you." 

"I  reckon  it  is  time  you  did — makin'  me  run,  tired 
as  I  am.  down  that  path  of  turning  stones."  She 
paused  extending  her  young  brown  arms,  grasping  the 
top  of  the  seat  and  so  lifting  herself  easily  up  beside 
him. 

"I  let  you  go  round  the  bend,  Jim,  'cause  I  was  specu- 
latin'  as  to  the  likely  chances  of  your  givin'  that  reve- 
nue officer  with  that  burden  of  his  a  lift  down." 

The  man  shifted  slightly  so  as  to  give  her  more 
room,  and  his  face  as  he  turned  it  to  the  woman's  was 
flushed  deeply.  "I  tol'  him,  Mary,  if  he  got  me  a  load 
of  'em  I'd  do  it  maybe.  Seeing  chances  is  slim,  I 
reckon  they'll  be  a  long  time  before  askin'  an'  the  walk 
aint  none  too  'vigoratin." 

They  both  gazed  down  the  broken  mountain  path, 
edged  sharply  by  bushes  and  tall  grasses.  Wild  flowers 
and  ferns-  flung  their  sweet  odor  on  the  hot  dust  and 
shriveled  in  the  heat.  Below  moved  a  tiny  spot.  Two 
men  staggered  and  toiled  beneath  the  weight  of  a  great 
hodv  whose  very  inertness  and  laxity  taxed  their 
strength   cruelly. 

"So  they  got  him?"  the  woman  breathed,  her  eyes 
suddenly  dark  and  flashing. 

"Yep — one  gone — but  Jeff  went  too  in  the  doin'." 
"Shorty  makes  two." 

"Shorty  aint  gone  yet." 

"Nope." 

Silence  settled,  broken  only  by  the  creaking  of  the 
leather  harness,  the  heavy  breathing  of  the  man  and 
the  almost  imperceptible  sighing  of  the  girl. 

"Say.  do  you  reckon  it'll  be  soon — yes?" 

"I  can't  tell,  Mary,  aint  heard  as  yet.  Was  it  one 
or  two?" 

"One  sneakin',  good-for-nothin'  revenue  officer,  only 
one,"  she  said  almost  regretfully.  "He  was  spyin'  and 
what  ought  a  spy  to  get?    But,  Shorty?" 

The  man  sigh'ed.     "That's  it,  what'll  he  get?" 

"Dark  corner  an'  the  cabin  't  '11  be  powerful  lone- 
some now — after  he's  gone.  Are  you  sure  there  aint 
no  chance — not  one?" 

"Say.  Mary,  what  er  you  cringin'  fer?  You  aint 
scared  o'  death — no,  you  aint  scared  o'  nothin'." 

But  the  woman's  eyes  that  held  the  purity  of  the 
Southern  skies  in  color  filled  slowly  and  under  the  limp 
sunbonnet  her  lips  trembled.  One  brown  hand  twisted 
her  apron  string — gently.  "Wal,  you  see— ud  ter  now 
I  aint  been  afraid  o'  nothin',  but  now,  now  that  things 


"I  reckon  I  know  where  I  am." 

"Yes,  but  you  aint  reckoned  on  me — I'm  a  better  shol 
than  Shorty  ever  was " 

"An'  you'd  better  stop — quit  quick,  or  you'll  be  where 
he  is  too." 

The  woman  kept  a  sullen  silence. 

"You  moonshiners  are  a  bad  lot — that's  all.  I  warn 
you  to  quiet  the  others  down,  or  they'll  be  countin'  bars 
with  Shorty.     Let  me  see  your  distillery." 

Her  slender  figure  stiffened  slowly  and  barred  the 
doorway. 

"Did  you  hear  me?" 

Still  no  answer. 

"So  the  blood  runs  warm,  eh?     You're  one  of  those 

wild   roses   all   thorns ?"      He   grasped   her   wrists 

firmly.  "Skin  like  a  lily — and  reared  in  the  wilder- 
ness— what  if  Shorty  came  back?  Eh?  Is  it 
worth ?" 

"What?" 

"Say,  a  kiss  and " 

He  stepped,  back  hurriedly,  afraid  of  the  glitter  in 
her  eyes,  silenced  by  the  awful  agony  in  her  face. 

"I  reckon  the  hangin'  of  Shorty  will  square  matters 
here — an'  there  aint  no  use  of  no  more  revenue  officers 
trackin'  our  corn  down,"  she  said  slowdy  and  bitterly. 

"You  won't  distill  any  more  whisky  then?" 

"I  aint  savin'  yes  nor  no — but  the  trail  down  is  a 
sight  cooler  by  night  than  by  day — an'  there  aint  no- 
body to  take  you  away  in  case  of  accidents  like  hap- 
pened to  your  friend  today.  Aimsie,  he  said  this 
mornin'  that  he  might  lug  a  load  down  but  not  one — 
an'  anyway  Dark  Corner  aint  so  powerful  big  that  it 
can  hold  you  an'  me  together  comfortably." 

And  so  he  turned  before  her  eyes  that  burned  like  a 
fiery  sea;  but  later,  when  the  wind  sighed  in  the  pine 
boughs  denoting  the  first  flush  of  daybreak  he  crept 
back,  puzzled  by  a  strange  hacking  sound. 

Inside  through  the  chinks  of  the  rough  wall  he  be- 
held the  girl,  axe  in  hand,  chopping  pine.  She  had 
fashioned  a  queer  object  which  her  fingers  touched 
lovingly,  in  a  wondering  pitiful  way — fitting  notch  to 
notch  with  strange  haste.  At  last  she  straightened, 
bent  and  shoved  it  ever  so  gently  with  her  foot  so  that 
the  clumsy,  crude  thing  rocked  to  and  fro — while  she 
fell  above  it  arms  crossed  in  a  paroxysm  of  uncon- 
trolled grief. 

"Say,    1  u  tired   walkin'   every  day  now 

in  this  awful  e  man  drew  her  tenderly  into 

his  arms  as  'langed  to. 

"No,  Short,,  *ired  when  you  are  at  the 

end.     An',    an',     ;  ik     when    we    are    back 

alone "     She  t  -  confused — "we  won't 

never  be  alone  aga.  igi-?-  But  when  we 
get  back    anrl  V">  groi 


POEMS  OF  SPAIN. 


Seville  by  Moonlight. 
The    blue    and    languorous    midnight    falls 

Upon  Giralda's  roseate  tower, 
Down  on  the  wide,  white  marble  halls, 

Silent  and  slumberous  as  the  hour. 

The  air  a  scent  of  orange  hides, 
The  alamedas  bloom  with  balm ; 

Where  like  a  thread  of  silver  glides 
The  limpid  Guadalquivir's  calm. 

The  grand  cathedral  prays  and  dreams 
In  moonlit  quiet,  grave  and  still ; 

And  every  solemn  portal  teems 
With  memories  of  Moorish  skill. 

Xear,  on  the  plaza,  white  with  stars. 
The  indolent  majos  find  repose ; 

Around  them  music  of  guitars 

Blends  with  the  fragrance  of  the  rose. 

A  swart  gitano  loiters  by; 

Within  his  sash  the  knife  sleeps  yet : 
Bright  as  the  lustre  of  his  eye 

Sparkles  his  twisted  cigarette. 

A  whir  of  fans  half  stills  a  laugh, 
The  velvet  flash  of  orbs  divine 

Reveals  fair  manolas  who  quaff 
The  golden,  rich  Montilla  wine  ; 

While  all  the  merry  groups  around, 

Living  to  love  and  to  forget, 
Sing  some  mad  bacchanal  of  sound, 

Timed  by  the  clicking  Castanet. 

Within  the  steep  and  narrow  lanes, 
There  in  the  soft  and  shifting  shade, 

Float  on  a  song  the  loves,  the  pains, 
The  languors  of  the  serenade ! 

And  till  the  warm,  sweet  night  hath  flown. 

Dueiias  doze,  and  gallants  hope; 
While  from  the  quaint  balconies  of  stone 

Dangles  the  tell-tale  silken  rope. 

Hark !  through  the  favoring  gloom  I  hear 
The  cautious  tread  of  men  that  lurk ; 

An  oath  of  anger  shocks  the  ear, 
I  see  the  glitter  of  a  dirk. 

Waiting  above  move  satined  feet, 
Two  eyes  read  passion  in  two  eyes  ; 

There,  in  delicious  rapture  sweet, 
Beauty  and  youth  taste  Paradise. 

'Tis  o'er !  I  did  not  care  to  wait 

And  feel  the  crimson  rain  of  blood ; 

The  clash   of  steel,  the  groans  of  hate 
Were  long  since  silenced  by  the  flood 

Of  song  and  laughter,  clear  and  loud, 
From  gypsies  gay  who,  hand  in  hand, 

A  weird,  grotesque,  and  brawling  crowd, 
Danced  a  delirious  saraband 

Until  the  mnn-  1 

- 


■ 

in    and 
■ 

a   loud   oath   ana  sent  the  wagon  rumbiing  and 

tumbling  down  the  steep  grade  at  a  dangerous  pace. 
Towards  the  bottom  only  he  slackened  his  mad  race — 
beside  two  bent  figures,  dust-covered,  hatless,  stagger- 
ing on  in  the  blinding  heat.  One  of  them  waved  and 
instantly  the  cart  drew  up  alongside  of  them. 

"Enjoyin'  the  exercise,  Mr.  Revenue  Officer?  It's  a 
nice  warm  day,  aint  it?  An'  you  passed  the  last  stretch 
of  water  two  miles  gone  already " 

He  grinned  horribly  at  the  exclamation  of  dismay 
that  escaped  the  men's  lips.  "Now  I  want  yer  to  un- 
derstand that  I  aint  bein'  unsociable — nor  unfriendly 
at  all.  but  it's  like  walkin'  ter  Hell  to  get  to  town — 
but  if  this  woman  can  do  it,  you  can." 

"But  she  isn't  walkin'." 

"Not  today — but  she  has  for  sixty  long  others  an'  she 
ami   whimpered  either." 

"Why  don't  you  stay  in  Dark  Corner,  where  you 
rats  belong?" 

"lest  for  one  reason,  Mr.  Officer;  she's  trainin'  to 
walk  sn's  when  you  all  get  to  Hell  her  road'll  be  easier 
than  yours  by  practice " 

And  with  a  sharp  crack  of  the  whip  they  trotted  on. 
That  night  the  woman  fell  exhausted  upon  the  steps 
of  her  little  cabin.  It  had  seemed  endless,  the  journey, 
the  dingy  prison,  the  hours  of  hopeless  despair  and 
planning,  the  empty  promises,  the  farewell  at  dusk,  and 
t lie  long  climb  home.  A  round  white  moon  had  dipped 
across  the  crest  of  a  wooden  hill  and  threw  its  light 
full  upon  her  tired,  exhausted  figure,  and  so  it  was  that 
the  man  saw  her  first,  one  arm  flung  in  defiance  across 
the  threshold  of  her  home,  and  upon  the  warm  night 
air  he  heard  her  sob  aloud  in  pitiful  anguish.  Because 
■  if  this  his  voice  held  a  note  of  gentleness  when  he 
spoke  that  was  rare. 

"I  beg  your  pardon." 

She  sprang  erect,  eyes  flashing,  supple  and  slim,  en- 
mity in  eve.y  breath  she  drew.  "Why  have  you 
come?" 

"It  was  c  ite  by  accident,  I  assure  you " 

spy.  That's  what  you  are — that's  what 
her*  for.  You're  here — in  Dark  Corner — a 
fficer " 


off  her 

■ 

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■ 

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would  show  him  the  little  cradle  the  first  thing  when 
he  came  home. 

That  night  she  toiled  up  the  trail  for  the  last  time 
for  many,  many  weeks — and  each  day  that  drew  nearer 
came  the  date  set  for  Shorty  Bill's  death.  He  scarcely 
noticed  day  or  night,  so  great  and  terrible  was  his 
anxiety.  Mute,  head  bent,  he  sat  by  the  door,  listening, 
waiting  for  the  footfall  to  come,  and  when  it  did  the 
tears  blinded  so  he  could  only  feel  her  lips  on  his  and 
the  tiny  body  laid  in  his  arms. 

The  jailer  got  a  permit  after  that  which  gave  her  the 
privilege  of  spending  each  night  in  his  cell  and  leaving 
at  the  first  gleam  of  dawn. 

A  week  passed  and  finally  the  last  day  came,  when 
all  hope  was  abandoned  and  they  parted  quietly  at  day- 
break. She  clung  to  him  as  a  wounded  animal  clings 
to  its  dying  mate,  and  then  with  her  son  in  her  arms 
turned  sharply  and  left  the  prison. 

The  jailers  and  the  revenue  officers  came  promptly 
two  hours  later,  but  with  reluctant  hands  they  turned 
the  lock  and  entered. 

"Shorty,"  one  said,  "we're  sorry." 

A  sob  was  the  only  answer. 

"Brace  up,  Bill — don't  give  way — come." 

They  started  to  lift  him  to  his  feet — but  with  a  trem- 
bling wail  the  body  stood  rigid,  hair  flung  over  the 
worn  coat  in  a  gleaming  mass,  and  the  woman  faced 
them  fearlessly. 

"Aimsie  was  right — I  wasn't  a'feared  o'  death,  but 
since — since — the  little  stranger  came — to  Dark  Corner 
— I  was  a'feared.  He  needed  him  powerful  much — to 
— to  teach  him  about  birds  and — to — trap.  A  boy  needs 
a  Pappy  more  in  the  Blue  Ridge  than  a  Mammy — an' — 
an'  maybe  the  sun  will  shine  after " 

She  paused,  throwing  her  hands  before  her. 

"No,  don't  you  all  dare  touch  me.  I'm  comin'  peace- 
able an'  quiet!  I  aint  skeered  o'  death  an'  anyway  that 
road  I've  traveled  for  four  months  will  make  the  be- 

ginnin'  to  Hell  easy.     Let  me  alone What?    Back 

to  Pappy?    Back  to  Dark  Corner?    Oh!  God!"  and  her 
little  body  slid  to  the  floor. 

George  S.  Rolands. 

San  Francisco,  October,  1912. 


isc-CDI 

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net 

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.,„^„,  near  tne  Prado,  sounds  of  castagnette 
Of  some  great  revelry  or  dance  apprise. 
A  vague,  strange  look  of  passion  you  surmise. 

You   catch   a  pleasant  scent  like   mignonette  ! 
She  passes  ! — while  from  sensuous  lips  there  flies 

The  blue  smoke  of  her  twisted  cigarette! 

— Francis  S.  Saltus. 

The  Andalusian  Sereno. 
With  oaken  staff  and  swinging  lantern  bright, 

He  strolls  at  midnight  when  the  world  is  still. 
Through  dismal  lanes  and  plazas  plumed  with  light, 

Guarding  the  drowsy  thousands  in  Seville. 

Gazing  upon  his  ever  star-thronged  sky, 
With  careless  step  he  wanders  to  and  fro ; 

The  gloomy  streets  reecho  with  his  cry-. 
His  slow,  low,  sad,  and  dreary  "Se-re-no! 

He  sees  the  blonde  moon  fleck  the  rosy  towers 

Of  old  Giralda  with  its  opal  sheen. 
And  in  broad  alamedas,  warm  with  flowers. 

He  sees  -the  Moorish  cypress  bend  and  lean. 

Then,  vaguely  dreaming,  he  recalls  the  nights 
His  father  passed  beneath  those  very'  stars, 

The  tales  of  escaladed  walls,  the  fights, 

The  mirth,  the  songs,  the  Babel  of  guitars  ! 

And  all  his  sire  had  told  him  years  ago, 
How,  often,  in  the  gardens  dim  and  dark. 

He  met  full  many  a  mantled  Romeo, 

And  stumbled  over  corpses  cold  and  stark. 

But  he,  alas !  had  heard  no  serenade ; 

No  ladder  hangs  from  Dona  Linda's  bars, 
And  the  wan  glint  of  an  assassin's  blade 

He  ne'er  has  seen  beneath  these  quiet  stars. 

So,  weary,  in  the  dead  calm  of  the  town, 
His  soul  regrets  the  Past's  romantic  glow. 

While  mute,  despondent,  pacing  up  and  down, 
He  sadly  moans  his  dreary  "Se-re-no !" 

But  sometimes  in  the  grayi,.  light  of  dawn 
He  stops  and  trembles  in  in   ;  ig  cape, 

For  he  can  see  a  lady's  curt 

And,  in  the  street  below.  nape. 

jrd   and  glove, 


f  love. 
!.irm ; 


Draped  in  quaint,  antique  ; 

Sombrero  vast,  and  man  . 
Which  seems  to  play  a  we* 

And  at  his  coming  show- 
But  turns,  and  there  a  sk  n 

And  haggard,  leers  witl  :ss  lane! 

And  the  Sereno  knows  th  n 

The  spectre  of  the  Pas  'f  Spain ! 

—    rancis   S.   Saltus. 


October  19,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


247 


A  SPORTSMAN'S  JOURNAL. 


J.  T.  Studley  Describes   Some   of  His   Hunting  Adventures 
in  Many  Parts  of  the  World. 


It  is  in  the  fitness  of  things  that  a  hunter  should 
plunge  directly  into  his  subject,  spending  time  neither 
on  preliminaries  or  explanations.  Newfoundland,  says 
Mr.  J.  T.  Studley  in  the  opening  line  of  his  "Journal," 
was  the  scene  of  his  earliest  big-game  hunting  expedi- 
tion— after  caribou.  His  first  and  eminently  judicious 
move  was  to  engage  an  Irishman,  and  then  he  tells  us 
in  the  light  of  much  subsequent  experience  what  ought 
and  what  ought  not  to  be  taken  on  a  hunting  expedition. 
Avoid  aluminum,  he  says,  like  the  plague.  Its  one  virtue 
is  its  lightness,  but  against  this  one  virtue  must  be  set  its 
vices  of  penetrability  and  crushability.  Even  its  light- 
ness subjects  it  to  the  danger  of  being  carried  away  by 
a  gust  of  wind,  and,  moreover, .  an  aluminum  cup  is 
liable,  when  full,  to  become  too  hot  to  hold.  The 
hunter  who  wishes  to  enjoy  himself  should  aim  at  the 
primitive  and  he  should  allow  no  one  to  do  for  him 
what  he  can  do  for  himself. 

The  author's  first  attempt  against  the  caribou  resulted 
in  humiliation.  He  tells  us  that  Johnny,  his  Indian 
guide,  suddenly  dropped  like  a  stone  into  the  wet  grass 
and  muttered  "Stag,"  and  there,  sure  enough,  strolling 
along  the  front,  was  a  fine  caribou : 

1  sat  down,  resting  my  elbow  on  my  knee,  waiting  until  he 
should  put  in  an  appearance  my  side  of  the  rock.  I  had 
the  rifle  to  my  shoulder  and  at  last  the  grand  beast  walked 
into  view,  not  more  than  one  hundred  yards  away.  He 
stopped,  looking  about  him,  and  I  drew  a  bead  on  his  shoul- 
der. Useless!  The  rifle  wobbled  all  over  the  place,  and  for 
the  life  of  me  I  could  not  keep  it  still,  nor  hold  my  breath. 
My  heart  was  in  my  mouth,  and  all  the  time  the  rifle  trembled 
and   shook. 

The  caribou  moved  on  a  few  paces,  and  I  determined  that 
if  I  meant  to  shoot  at  all  I  must  obtain  better  control  of 
my  nerves.  I  still  covered  him  with  the  sights,  or  thought  I 
was  doing  so,  as  I  pulled  the  trigger  on  the  beast  that  was 
standing  broadside  on  with  his  head  turned  from  me. 

I  was  using  a  .500  Winchester  Express,  and  it  was  the 
work  of  an  instant  to  pump  another  cartridge  into  the  cham- 
ber and  fire,  again.  Still  no  move  on  the  part  of  my  target. 
He  faced  the  other  way  nonchalantly,  listening  with  interest 
to  the  echo  of  the  rifle  in  the  distant  canons. 

I  was  getting  desperate  now,  and  could  hear  the  Micmac 
muttering  all  sorts  of  imprecations  behind  my  back,  which 
only  made  things  wores.  I  fired  five  more  shots  at  that  cari- 
bou as  he  stood  as  though  carved  in  wood,  persevering  until 
he  turned  off  calmly  into  a  belt  of  timber. 

This  story  is  an  absolute  fact!  I  would  not  have  credited 
it  had  I  not  been  the  one  to  make  such  a  fool  of  myself. 
My  feelings  can  be  more  readily  imagined  than  described — I 
could  have  cried  with  vexation  and  shame.  Johnny  took  the 
rifle,  looked  it  over,  patted  it  as  though  he  would  demand 
of  it  whether  the  fault  lay  with  it  or  the  user,  and  I  tried  to 
make  excuses  to  myself  for  myself. 

The  hunter  suffered  the  further  humiliation  of  being 
requested  by  his  Indian  guide  to  shoot  at  a  half- 
submerged  rock  in  order  to  determine  whether  the 
fiasco  was  the  fault  of  the  rifle  or  of  the  rifleman.  But 
better  luck  came  on  subsequent  days,  and  when  the 
holiday  was  over  there  were  plenty  of  hunting  trophies 
to  take  home : 

On  the  way  back  to  St.  John's  we  stopped  to  pick  up  two 
passengers  who  were  going  to  Canada.  They  were  engaged, 
and  were  to  be  married  on  arrival.  A  too  persuasive  friend 
of  the  husband-elect  had  supplied  a  sort  of  stirrup  cup  in 
the  form  of  a  tumberful  of  raw  rum,  40  overproof — an 
amount  to  make  even  an  Indian  toper  drunk.  The  result 
was  melancholy  to  a  degree.  For  he  had  not  been  on  board 
an  hour  before  he  behaved  like  a  raving  lunatic,  and  event- 
ually became  so  violent  that  the  captain  had  to  send  three 
men  aft  to  strap  the  ''teetotaller"  to  the  grating  of  the  wheel- 
house.  The  poor  girl  sat  up  with  her  prospective  bridegroom 
throughout   the  night,   holding  his  hands. 

Mr.  Studley's  next  trip  was  to  Africa.  Ascending 
the  Pungwe  River  to  Beira,  he  engaged  a  professional 
hunter  named  Kopping  to  take  him  out  on  short  trips 
in  the  immediate  vicinity,  for  at  that  time  buffalo, 
hartebeest,  lions,  quagga,  and  bushbuck  could  be  ob- 
tained by  going  out  from  the  hotel  and  returning  the 
same  evening.  Lions,  especially,  were  very  plentiful, 
roaring  continually  all  around  the  camp: 

That  night  the  lions  roared  incessantly  quite  close  to  camp  ; 
one  of  them  must  have  been  within  fifty  yards  of  us.  I  took 
the  precaution  to  load  my  .577,  which  seemed  to  amuse 
Kopping,  who  told  me  he  never  loaded  his  old  Martini.  At 
night,  he  said,  if  a  lion  came  for  us  it  would  be  too  late  to 
shoot.  I  di  ffered  from  him,  for  I  did  not  see  the  use  of 
groping  around  in  the  dark  looking  for  cartridges  when  by  a 
little  foresight  the  rifle  could  be  loaded  and  ready  for  an 
emergency.  We  argued  the  matter  for  some  time,  and  1 
happened  to  say  he  would  pay  the  penalty  one  day  for  his 
carelessness,  little  dreaming  that  within  a  month  this  man 
would  be  killed  by  a  lion,  the  whole  tribe  of  which  he  so 
openly  scorned.  It  happened  that,  after  he  had  been  out  in 
this  part  of  the  veldt  with  Lord  Ennismore,  he  one  day  went 
put  by  himself,  accompanied  only  by  one  or  two  boys.  Chanc- 
ing to  come  upon  a  Hon,  a  mangy  one,  too,  he  wounded  it, 
and  had  no  time  to  reload  his  rifle  before  the  beast  came 
for  him,  killing  him  almost  instantly.  Had  he  been  accom- 
panied by  another  white  man,  or  been  armed  with  a  double- 
barrel  rifle,  the  story  might  have  had  quite  another  ending. 
He  had  the  greatest  contempt  for  lions,  and  paid  the  penalty 
of  that  contempt  with  his  life.  Personally  I  should  always 
keep  my  rifle  loaded  in  a  country  fairly  swarming  with  these 
beasts,  and  I  proved  later  on  the  truth  of  my  conviction. 

Later  on  the  author  itllg  us  that  he  met  a  Mr.  Lamb, 
who  went  out  on  the  following  morning  after  buffalo 
and  saw  twelve  lions  cross  the  railroad  track  right  in 
front  of  the  moving  train.  Incidentally  he  describes  a 
novel  form  of  hyena  trap  that  is  so  simple  and  so  effica- 
cious as  to  suggest  the  possibility  of  its  adoption  for 
other  animals: 

Close  to  the  station  at  this  place  I  found  a  novel  form  of 
hyena  trap— a  round  piece  of  dried  ox-hide,  as  hard  as  a 
board,  three  feet  or  so  in  diameter,  in  which  a  very  small 
hole,  no  larger  than  a  small  apple,  had  been  cut.  Radiating 
from  this  hole  were  cut  a  series  of  V-shaped  pieces.  The 
trap  was  set  as  follows :     A  hole  was  dug  in  the  ground  about 


one  foot  deep  and  six  inches  in  diameter.  Into  this  hole  a 
piece  of  meat  was  placed,  and  the  ox-hide  plate  was  laid  over 
the  place  containing  the  meat,  the  two  holes  being  one  over 
the  other.  The  ox-hide  was  then  pegged  down  with  wooden 
pegs  in  three  or  more  places.  The  hyena,  on  finding  the 
bait,  forced  his  head  through  the  small  hole  in  the  ox-hide 
to  obtain  it,  the  cuts  in  the  hide  giving  way  sufficiently  for 
that  purpose.  The  beast  seized  the  meat,  but  on  trying  to 
withdraw  his  head  had  to  use  considerable  force,  which 
naturally  drew  the  pegs  that  held  the  ox-hide  to  the  ground, 
the  result  being  that  the  poor  brute  had  a  collar  securely 
fastened  around  his  neck  which  he  was  quite  unable  to  get 
rid  of.  He  could  not  run  or  walk,  and  even  had  he  been 
able  to  go  any  distance  encumbered  by  such  an  obstacle, 
would  have  been  brought  up  short  in  the  first  patch  of  bush 
or  grass  he  encountered.  He  was  now  at  the  mercy  of  the 
individual  who  had  set  the  trap,  and  could  be  put  out  of  the 
way  quite  easily. 

The  author  gives  us  an  extraordinary  account  of  the 
honey-bird,  advancing  the  theory  that  this  strange  little 
animal  has  consciously  entered  into  a  mutual-benefit 
partnership  with  men.  The  honey-bird  attracts  the  at- 
tention of  the  hunters  by  a  chattering  sound  and  leads 
them  direct  to  a  hollow  tree  wherein  bees  have 
swarmed,  this  being  done,  says  the  author,  with  the  di- 
rect expectation  of  reward: 

Cooe  rewarded  the  bird  by  crumbling  up  some  of  the  comb 
that  had  the  young  bees  in  it,  then,  scratching  a  little  earth 
aside  with  his  assegai,  placed  the  broken  comb  there,  lightly 
re-covering  it  with  earth.  On  many  subsequent  occasions  1 
followed  these  birds.  All  my  boys  were  honey  gluttons,  es- 
pecially Cooe ;  they  evidently  preferred  the  comb  with  the 
young  bees  within  it,  for  they  stuffed  their  mouths  full  of  -it 
— another  proof  that  there   is   no   accounting  for  taste. 

With  reference  to  this  bird,  there  is  no  sort  of  doubt  but 
that  they  deliberately  call  the  wayfarer's  attention  by  chat- 
tering. I  have  tried  them  by  persistently  ignoring  their  sum- 
mons, sometimes  owing  to  my  not  having  time  to  follow  it 
up,  or  to  see  what  the  bird  would  do  in  such  a  case.  I  found 
that  they  will  track  you  for  some  time,  but  give  it  up  as  a 
bad  business  if  you  do  not  shortly  take  any  notice  of  them. 
I  take  it  that  from  time  immemorial  the  natives  have  appre- 
ciated their  feathered  allies  by  leaving  some  of  the  comb  as 
a  reward,  the  birds  being  unable  to  obtain  their  favorite 
diet  without  human  assistance.  The  trick  has  therefore  al- 
most become  an  hereditary  instinct ! 

Upon  one  occasion  the  author  tells  us  that  he  killed 
a  buffalo  bull  that  had  evidently  had  a  previous  dis- 
agreement with  a  lion : 

On  going  up  to  inspect  the  head,  which  was  quite  an  excel- 
lent one,  we  discovered  that  this  was  not  one  of  the  bulls 
I  had  wounded,  but  that  he  had  been  sorely  cut  up  and 
wounded  by  lions.  He  had  a  long  and  terribly  deep  gash 
in  his  off  shoulder,  which  extended  from  opposite  to  the  elbow 
of  his  fore  leg  to  the  top  of  his  withers.  This  gash  was  fes- 
tering and  suppurating  badly — in  fact,  it  was  full  of  maggots. 
The  birds  we  had  seen  fly  from  the  stricken  beast  .had,  in  all 
probability,  been  feeding  on  them.  In  addition  to  this  sore, 
the  buffalo  had  his  face  badly  cut  by  the  lion's  claws.  The 
gash  here  went  to  the  bone  and  extended  from  just  above 
the  nose  to  the  base  of  his  horns.  In  addition  to  these 
wounds  his  flanks  were  badly  cut  up  and  scored — I  think 
probably  by  half  or  three-parts  grown  cubs.  No  wonder  the 
poor  brute  was  sick  and  morose  ;  he  must  have  been  in  dread- 
ful pain,  and  it  was  a  work  of  charity  to  put  him  out  of 
his  misery.  The  way  this  beast  had  been  attacked  gave  me 
a  very  graphic  idea  of  the  manner  in  which  lions  destroy  a 
powerful  animal  like  a  buffalo. 

It  seems  that  the  lion  seizes  the  luckless  bull  by  the 
shoulders  with  one  of  his  forepaws  and  drags  his  head 
to  one  side  with  the  other.  As  a  result  the  victim  can 
not  see  where  he  is  going  and  so  falls  heavily  and 
breaks  his  head.  The  lion,  therefore,  can  not  be  said 
to  break  the  neck  of  the  bull,  as  has  been  supposed,  but 
he  makes  the  bull  break  his  own  neck  by  this  curious 
piece  of  animal  jiu  jitsu.  Upon  one  occasion  Mr.  Stud- 
ley tells  us  that  he  nearly  lost  one  of  his  boys  by  the 
attack  of  a  lion  that  must  have  been  lurking  in  the 
grass  during  the  making  of  the  camp : 

We  had  a  short  smoke.  Tom  was  already  asleep  with  his 
feet  towards  the  river;  close  to  his  head  was  the  small  canoe 
boy,  wrapped  in  his  blanket,  but  at  right  angles  to  Tom's 
body.  Opposite  to  Tom,  Weddell  lay  leaning  on  one  arm.  I 
was  between  the  canoe  man  and  the  river.  My  rifle,  the 
.577  Express,  was  loaded  and  lay  at  my  right  hand.  Weddell 
also  had  his  rifle  close  beside  him.  I  was  in  the  act  of  knock- 
ing out  the  ashes  from  my  pipe  when  a  lion  or  a  lioness 
jumped  amongst  us,  seizing  the  canoe  boy,  who  happened  to 
be  the  nearest  object.  Both  Weddell  and  I  fired,  almost  sim- 
ultaneously, which  made  the  animal  drop  its  prey.  My  shot 
was  fired  with  one  hand,  and  how  it  was  that  one  of  us  was 
not  killed  is  a  mystery  to  me,  for  there  were  bodies,  blankets, 
and  legs  flying  in  all  directions  during  the  short  second 
whilst  the  pandemonium  lasted.  The  Hon  had  seized  the 
poor  boy  by  his  upper  arm  and  ribs,  and  he  probably  owed 
his  life  to  the  fact  that,  nigger-like,  he  had  covered  his 
head  completely  with  his  blanket.  He  had,  though,  a  very 
deep  wound  on  his  arm  and  a  great  gash  torn  in  his  side. 
Luckily  I  had  in  my  medicine  chest,  which  I  happened  to 
have  with  me,  some  very  excellent  oils,  which  I  used  to 
dress  the  wound  with.  I  bound  up  the  arm  with  a  silk  hand- 
kerchief after  washing  the  wound  out  thoroughly  with  an 
antiseptic,  then  treated  the  ribs  to  a  similar  dressing,  using 
a  bandage  to  keep  the  lint  in  place.  The  boy  was.  luckily, 
more  frightened  than  hurt,  but  he  had  had  a  very  near  shave, 
and  I  congratulated  my  lucky  stars,  too.  that  I  had  not  been 
the  one  to  be  taken  when  lighting  up   the  grass. 

Mr.  Studley  had  some  good  shooting  in  Alaska,  but  he 
seems  to  have  been  more  interested  in  the  men  of  the 
country  than  in  the  animals.  He  tells  us  some  good 
stories  of  the  notorious  Soapy  Smith  and  of  the  other 
desperadoes  of  the  early  days.  Lynch  law,  he  thinks, 
was  justifiable  in  most  cases  and  where  a  theft  of  food 
might  easily  have  disastrous  results  upon  numbers  of 
men: 

We  will  suppose  that  one,  two,  three,  or  a  party  of  men 
after  the  greatest  hardships  and  perils  succeed  in  pene- 
trating an  unknown  and,  to  a  great  extent,  uninhabited 
country.  They  have  been  obliged  to  pack,  either  on  their 
backs  or  freighted  in  boats  over  rapids  and  other  dangers, 
their  six  months'  or  more  supply  of  foodstuffs,  etc.  These 
are  hidden,  stacked  away,  or.  in  the  vernacular,  "cached" 
at  a  base  camp  known  to  all.  From  this  store  the  prospectors 
draw  their  needs  when  on  their  expeditions.  The  cache  is 
unprotected.  A  thief  in  the  shape  of  a  man  stumbles  across 
these  stores  and  deliberately  steals  the  whole  or  a  portion 
of  them.  The  rightful  owners  return  to  find  their  means  of 
sustenance,  after  all  their  hard  work,  gone.  They  are  face  to 
face    with    death    in    its    worst    form ;    therefore,    if    they    can 


catch  the  thief,  the  penalty  is  death,  and  very  justly  so.  too. 
There  is  the  exception  to  this  rule,  for  I  have  purposely  made 
use  of  the  words  deliberately  steals  a  few  lines  previously. 
If  a  man  who  is  himself  starving  happens  on  a  cache  of 
stores,  then  helps  himself  to  what  he  absolutely  requires  for 
his  necessities  in  order  that  he  may  have  strength  to  regain 
some  civilized  spot,  and  provided  that  this  man  leaves  a  note 
signed  with  his  name  or  otherwise  describing  his  position, 
then,  and  only  then,  may  he  be  excused,  for  the  pioneering 
fraternity  are  very  fair  and  can  easily  imagine  a  similar  situa- 
tion for  themselves.  Therefore  by  common  consent  the  man 
who  thus  helps  himself  is  welcome  to  a  moiety  of  the  goods, 
and  may,  should  he  have  the  chance,  repay  his  benefactors 
eventually  by  doing  them,  in  his  turn,  some  kindness. 

A  hunting  trip  to  Alaska  without  a  grizzly  hear 
trophy  was  not  be  thought  of,  and  so  we  find  the  author 
at  Kenai  and  anxious  for  a  successful  shot  before  the 
bears  should  shed  their  winter  coats.  He  gives  a  curi- 
ous account  of  the  efforts  of  a  bear  to  catch  fish: 

On  the  morning  after  our  arrival  I  was  standing  by  my 
tent  when  I  saw  a  bear  walking  up  the  beach  towards  me. 
but  on  the  other  side  of  the  river — an  accommodating  beast, 
anyhow,  to  look  me  up  in  this  way.  On  the  bank  of  the 
river  on  my  side  was  an  old  tree-stump  that  had  been  left 
high  and  dry  by  a  previous  flood.  In  a  moment  I  had  hidden 
myself  behind  this  convenient  shelter,  awaiting  developments. 
On  came  the  bear,  swinging  along  with  a  gait  that  rapidly 
brought  him  closer.  When  he  was  about  eighty  yards  off 
he  turned  towards  the  sea  in  order  to  investigate  a  small  and 
shallow  arm  of  salt  water  which  divided  up  the  beach  at 
this  spot,  and  was  simply  alive  with  salmon  that  had  mis- 
taken this  cul-de-sac  for  an  opening  to  the  river.  The  bear 
saw  the  fish,  too,  or  rather  the  ripples  made  by  them,  for  he 
would  dash  into  the  water  and  strike  at  them  with  his  fore- 
paw,  sending  up  a  cloud  of  spray  in  his  endeavors  to  cuff  a 
fish  out  on  to  the  sand.  I  saw  him  make  in  this  way  three 
or  four  ineffectual  attempts  as  the  fish  moved  up  in  front 
of  him.  He  put  his  ears  back  and  galloped  after  them,  then 
dashed  into  their  midst  again  with  another  furious  dig.  All 
this  time  he  was  getting  nearer  and  nearer  to  me,  for  this 
arm  of  the  water  extended  towards  my  place  of  concealment. 
At  length  the  bear  gave  up  trying  to  get  a  fish,  evidently- 
recognizing  the  fact  that  the  water  was  a  little  too  deep  for 
him  to  be  successful. 

After  killing  this  particular  bear  Mr.  Studley's  guide 
carefully  secured  the  four  feet  and  the  gall  bladder,  as 
he  could  sell  them  for  good  prices  to  the  local  China- 
men: 

On  our  return  to  Kenai  we  had  not  been  in  the  house  an 
hour  when  a  Chinaman  knocked  at  the  door.  This  man 
spoke  quite  decent  pidgin-English  and  answered  my  questions 
willingly.  He  had  heard  that  we  had  shot  a  bear,  and  came 
to  ask  if  Hunter  would  sell  him  the  gall-bladder  and  feet.  , 
After  considerable  bartering,  these  treasures  passed  into  the 
Chinaman's  possession,  the  gall-bladder  realizing  one  dollar 
and  the  four  feet  one  dollar  and  fifty  cents.  The  Chinaman 
told  me  that  they  soaked  the  feet  in  whisky  I  Chinese ),  when 
it  became  "heap  good  medicine,"  and  the  same  thing  applied 
to  the  gall.  The  sight  of  those  four  feet  would  have  killed 
any  one  but  a  Celestial,  for  they  had  the  appearance  of 
hands.  I  felt  that  I  should  have  to  be  extremely  ill  before 
I  could  be  persuaded  to  cure  myself  in  any  way  in  which 
bear's  feet  took  a  part.  Possibly  "John"  was  right ;  he  is 
found  to  be  so  more  often  than  not,  and  seems  to  have  for- 
gotten  more   than   most   of   the   world   knows! 

Among  other  curious  experiences  described  by  the 
author  is  the  hunting  of  sea  otter  with  bows  and  ar- 
rows, and  of  the  white  sheep,  most  elusive  of  game. 
Mr.  Studley  gives  us  not  only  a  vivacious  narrative  of 
sport  in  many  parts  of  the  world,  but  also  a  collection 
of  unusually  good  illustrations  from  photographs  by 
himself.  His  book  may  be  warmly  recommended  to 
those  attentive  to  the  call  of  the  wild. 

The  Journal  of  a  Sporting  Xomad.  By  J.  T.  Stud- 
ley.   New  York:  John  Lane  Company;  $3.50  net. 


A  tunnel  between  England  and  France  beneath  the 
English  Channel  was  first  proposed  at  the  beginning  of 
the  nineteenth  century  by  Mathieu.  a  French  mining 
engineer.  Fifty  years  later  the  scheme  was  financed, 
but  it  was  not  until  1867  that  it  seemed  that  the  project 
would  be  actually  attempted.  At  that  time  there  were 
a  dozen  or  more  plans  for  rail  communication  between 
the  two  countries.  The  accepted  scheme  was  that  of  a 
tunnel  bored  beneath  the  bed  of  the  channel.  The  esti- 
mated cost  of  the  undertaking  was  about  £10,000,000. 
Preliminary  boring  had  been  made,  when  the  work  was 
interrupted  by  the  Franco-Prussian  War.  In  1S74  the 
French  and  English  governments  resumed  negotiations 
concerning  the  tunnel,  leaving  the  matter  in  the  hands 
of  a  joint  commission.  Failure  on  the  part  of  the  Eng- 
lish company  holding  the  contract  for  the  work  to  re- 
ceive sufficient  funds  resulted  in  the  failure  of  the  en- 
terprise in  1880.  Now  the  project  is  receiving  some 
attention,  a  better  feeling  having  been  established  be- 
tween the  people  of  the  two  countries. 


Twice  a  year  official  posters  summon  the  youth  of 
Germany  to  obligatory  attendance  at  the  trade  and  com- 
mercial schools.  Indirectly  they  tell  why  the  American 
or  the  English  manufacturer  finds  in  the  German  such 
a  dangerous  competitor.  They  reveal  the  secret  of 
Germany's  wonderful  commercial  and  industrial  pros- 
perity and  of  her  commanding  position  as  a  world 
power.  These  institutions  arc  still  in  a  rapid  process 
of  change  and  development.  Their  very  success  has 
encouraged  further  changes  and  more  stringent  legis- 
lation in  their  behalf.  It  is  only  a  few  years  ago  that 
an  imperial  industrial  law  was  passed  giving  communi- 
ties authority  to  establish  and  maintain  obligatory  con- 
tinuation schools  for  youths,  thus  making  good  the  fail- 
ure of  certain  German  state  governments  to  provide 
for  such  schools  bv  state  law. 


Though  the  production  of  platinum  increased  con- 
siderably last  year  over  1910,  the  price  was  also  higher. 
The  total  production  is  placed  at  slightly  over  twenty- 
nine  thousand  ounces,  having  a  value  of  $28.87  an 
ounce,  an  increase  of  more  than  four  d<  the 

preceding  year. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  19,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 

Daddy-Long-Legs. 

This  is  the  seventh  story  standing  to  the 
credit  of  Jean  Webster,  and  because  seven  is 
a  lucky  number  it  is  also  the  best  of  the  lot. 
Usually  the  discreet  reader  avoids  novels  that 
are  in  the  form  of  letters,  but  to  avoid  this 
one  would  be  a  calamity.  Nothing  of  its  kind 
that  is  quite  so  clever  has  been  done  for  a 
ime,  certainly  nothing  more  humorous, 
original,   and   refreshing. 

The  letters  are  written  by  Jerusha  Abbott. 
an  inmate  of  the  John  Grier  Home  for  Or- 
phans who  has  been  named  after  some  al- 
phabetical plan  in  conjunction  with  a  sugges- 
tion from  a  tombstone.  Upon  the  conclusion 
of  her  career  in  the  home  she  is  informed 
that  one  of  the  trustees,  who  wishes  to  be 
anonymous,  has  offered  to  send  her  to  college 
with  the  understanding  that  she  report  to  him 
regularly  through  his  s.:retary.  These  period- 
ical letters  make  up  the  story  and  they  are 
so  cleverly  designed  as  to  be  not  only  a  de- 
lightful picture  of  a  girl's  mind,  but  to  culmi- 
nate in  a  particularly  gracious  romance.  The 
author's  ability  to  tell  a  story  she  shares  with 
many  other  writers,  but  in  her  power  to  tell 
a  story  humorously  as  well  as  pathetically  she 
has  few  competitors. 

I  )addv-Long-Legs.  By  Jean  Webster.  New 
York:    The  Century  Company;   $1    net. 


The  Olympian. 

We  are  vaguely  conscious  of  a  sense  ot 
futility  as  we  reach  the  end  of  Mr.  Oppen- 
heinrs  novel.  It  is  written  with  genuine 
power.  It  is  logical,  coherent,  and  tense,  and 
yet  we  wonder  if  it  was  worth  while,  if  the 
destination  justified  the  journey. 

"The  Olympian"  is  the  story  of  Kirby 
Trask,  who  comes  to  New  York,  like  thou- 
sands of  others,  with  the  intention  to  con- 
quer. He  is  not  a  particularly  nice  man.  If 
he  has  any  moral  impulses  they  are  not  men- 
tioned, but  he  has  that  sort  of  projectile  na- 
ture that  necessarily  reaches  its  goal  by  the 
simple  process  of  crushing  whatever  inter- 
venes. Having  no  money,  he  begins  in  a  de- 
partment store,  and  here  at  least  we  have  a 
valuable  picture  of  what  life  means  to  those 
who  have  no  hope.  But  Trask  belongs  to 
those  who  gravitate  upward  in  the  commercial 
scale  and  we  are  allowed  to  watch  his  progress 
step  by  step  until  he  becomes  master  of  the 
Jordan  Watts  mills  at  Pittsburg,  whose  lights 
dazzled  him  on  his  first  journey  to  the  me- 
tropolis. Kirby  Trask  has  arrived,  "and  he 
throbbed  with  pride  to  think  that  he  belonged 
to  a  great  country  that  could  automatically 
hand  its  geniuses  to  the  top.  Out  of  the  mil- 
lions Kirby  had  arrived,  and  now,  at  last,  he 
dominated."  It  is  a  great  denouement,  but 
none  the  less  we  are  tempted  to  ask.  What 
then?  Kirby  has  steadily  receded  morally  as 
he  has  advanced  materially.  He  has  become 
hard,  cruel,  selfish,  unscrupulous,  and  sexless. 
In  spite  of  his  millions  he  is  immeasurably 
lower  than  when  he  started  out  as  a  boy  with 
the  benediction  of  a  good  woman  in  his  ears. 
He  seems,  indeed,  to  be  one  of  those  who 
have  gained  the  whole  world  and  lost  his  own 
soul.  Presumably  we  are  intended  to  admire 
Kirby  Trask.  Much  against  our  will  we  have 
no   choice  but  to  despise  him. 

The  Olympian'.  By  James  Oppenheim.  New 
York:    Harper   &    Brothers;    $1.35    net. 


Joan  oi  Arc. 
If  Lieutenant-Colonel  Andrew  C.  P.  Hag- 
gard had  confined  himself  to  a  life  of  the 
Maid  of  Orleans  we  should  be  led  to  question 
the  need  of  adding  yet  another  biography  to 
the  many  hundreds  already  in  existence.  But 
the  author  does  more  than  this.  He  gives  us 
a  history  of  France  from  the  year  13S0  which 
includes  the  story  of  the  Duke  of  Burgundy, 
his  quarrel  with  Orleans,  the  Revolution  of 
the  Butchers,  Agincourt,  the  massacre  of  the 
Armagnacs.  and  the  death  of  the  Duke  of 
Burgundy.  Joan  herself  came  on  the  scene 
in  142*3.  and  so  we  have  a  concluding  seven 
chapters  dealing  with  her  three  years'  occu- 
pancy of  the  stai:e.  It  need  hardly  be  said 
that  the  author  tells  us  nothing  new.  Prob- 
ably there  is  nothing  new  to  tell,  but  certainly 
he  puts  the  old  story  into  an  attractive  frame 
and  decorates  it  by  a  lively  and  imaginative 
style.  Incidentally  and  effectively  he  tells  us 
that  the  French  "must  hold  the  record  for 
massacres  against  all  the  world."  We  should 
hesitate  to  accept  this  without  reflection,  al- 
though the  author's  narrative  of  a  limited 
period  is  gory  enough  in  all  conscience. 

The  France  ok  Joah  of  Arc.     By  Lieutenant- 
Vndrew    C.    P.    Haggard,    D.    S.    O.      Illus- 
trated.     New    York:  John    Lane  Company;    $4. 


German   Literature. 
Professor    J.    '  >.    Robertson    is    to    be    con- 
gratulated   "ii    a    history    of    German    litera- 
ture  that   combines  so   much  accuracy  of  nar- 
r.'.m  e    with    so    much    soundness    of    critical 
judgment.      Taking    the    history    of    the    Ger- 
man  language  as  an  indication   of  natural   di- 
visions the  author  finds  an  Old  High  German 
a    Middlt    High    German    Period,    and 
a   Xew  or  Modern  High  German  Period.    Fol- 
lowing   this    lint:    the    great    literary    periods 
extend   f  om  about   750   to    1050,  from 
ut    1350,    and    from    1350    to    the 
.  uch    a    division,    however,    is 
<jii    linguistic    distinctions, 


the  literature  itself  being  naturally  con- 
formed to  such  periods.  The  author  adds 
some  extensive  chronological  tables  and  a 
good  index  and  so  completes  a  work  that 
may  safely  be  recommended  to  the  student  as 
well  as  to  the  lover  of  German  literature. 

Outlines  of  the  History  of  German  Litera- 
ture. By  Join  G.  Robertson.  New  York:  G.  P. 
Putnam's    Sons;   $2  net. 


The  Everlasting  Mercy. 
Those   who    are    attracted    by   the    name    of 
John  Masefield  will  find  no  food  for  babes  in 
this  new  volume  of  verse.     The  first  half  of 
the    book     is     devoted    to    "The    Everlasting 
Mercy"    and    the    second    to    "The    Widow    in 
the    Bye    Street."      Both    are    marked    by    the 
same   vigorous   and   direct   speech   that   scorns 
paraphrase  and  that   is   as  faithful  to   fact  as 
evidence    in    a    police    court.      Here,    for    ex- 
ample, is  a  scene  in  an  English  saloon  before 
the  hero  is  converted  by  the  Quaker  girl : 
A    dozen    more    were    in    their    glories 
With  laughs  and  smokes  and   smutty  stories; 
And  Jimmy  joked  and  took  his  sup 
And  sang  his  song  of  "Up,  come  up." 
Jane  brought  the  bow!  of  stewing  gin 
And  poured  the  egg  and  lemon  in, 
And  whisked  it  up  and  served  it  out 
While   bawdy   questions  went   about. 
Tack  chucked  her  chin,  and  Jim  accost  her 
With  bits  out  of  the  "Maid  of  Gloster," 
And  fifteen  arms  went  round  her  waist. 
(And    then    men    ask,    Are    barmaids    chaste  ?) 

Miss  Bourne,  the  Quaker  girl,  comes  up  to 
the  reeking  bar,  and  pours  the  contents  of 
the  tumbler  upon  the  floor: 

"Saul  Kane,"  she  said,   "when  next  you  drink 

Do  me  the  gentleness  to  think 

That  every  drop  of  drink  accursed 

Makes  Christ  within  you  die  of  thirst. 

That  every  dirty  word  you  say 

Is  one  more  flint  upon  His  way, 

Another  thorn   about  His  head, 

Another  mock  by  where  He  tread, 

Another   nail,   another   cross. 

All  that  you  are  is  that  Christ's  loss." 

The  clock  run  down  and  struck  a  chime 

And    Mrs.    Si   said    "closing   time." 

Mr.  Masefield's  verse  is  coarse  almost  to 
obscenity,  but  it  may  be  admitted  that  the 
offense  is  not  wanton  and  that  it  is  partially 
palliated  by  the  effectiveness  of  contrast. 

The  Everlasting  Mercy.  By  John  Masefield. 
Xew    York:    The    Macmillan    Company;    $1\25    net. 


Mary  Pechell. 

Mrs.  Belloc  Lowndes  tells  her  story  of  Eng- 
lish country  life  with  all  her  usual  skill,  but 
while  both  her  male  characters  are  accurate 
and  typical  they  are  neither  of  them  in- 
gratiating and  neither  of  them  worthy  of  the 
heroine.  John  Ryman  and  Richard  Caryll  are 
first  of  all  rivals  for  the  purchase  of  an  an- 
cient castle  and  secondly  for  the  hand  of 
Mary  Pechell.  They  are  both  strong  men, 
but  Caryll  displays  that  weakness,  common 
in  the  old  world  and  rare  in  the  new,  that 
causes  a  man  to  be  positively  tortured  by  the 
knowledge  of  a  bar  sinister  in  the  family  tree. 
Caryll,  in  fact,  is  a  good  deal  of  a  snob,  for 
when  he  finds  that  the  Duke  of  Stane  makes 
no  secret  whatever  of  the  part  played  by  a 
royal  mistress  in  the  foundation  of  his  own 
family  we  are  told  that  the  effect  upon  him  is 
"curiously  exhilarating,"  since  these  great 
people  "were  all  actually  proud  of  what  he 
had  been  brought  up  to  believe  was  so  in- 
delible,  so   shameful  a  stain." 

But  Caryll  himself,  it  seems,  has  done 
something  far  worse  than  possess  ancestors 
with  human  frailties,  and  when  this  is  dis- 
covered b}r  Ryman  he  uses  his  knowledge 
upon  the  principle  that  all  is  fair  in  love  and 
in  war,  and  with  the  full  assurance  that  he 
can  now  win  Mary  Pechell  for  himself. 
Which  shows  how  little  he  knows  of  Mary 
Pechell  or  indeed  of  any  other  woman  who  is 
in  love. 

Mary  Pechell.  By  Mrs.  Belloc  Lowndes. 
Xew    York;    Charles   Scribner's   Sons;    $1.30   net. 


The  Red  Cross  Girl. 
Mr.  Richard  Harding  Davis  gives  us  seven 
short  stories  of  a  highly  satisfactory  kind, 
and  all  of  them  somewhat  in  the  style  adopted 
by  a  man  of  the  world  to  an  audience  of  his 
own  kind.  That  is  to  say,  there  is  no  dwell- 
ing upon  sentiment  and  the  reticences  have 
an  eloquence  of  their  own.  The  story  from 
which  the  volume  takes  its  name  is  that  of  a 
star  reporter  who  is  assigned  to  a  hospital 
fete  and  who  falls  in  love  with  a  million- 
aire's daughter  under  the  impression  that  she 
is  a  nurse.  Then  comes  the  story  of  young 
Peter  Hallowell,  son  of  the  Croesus  who  is  the 
financial  support  of  Stillwater  College,  and 
who  finds  to  his  horror  that  Professor  Gil- 
man  has  been  discharged  from  the  college  for 
his  indiscretion  in  awarding  the  minimum  of 
marks  to  so  important  a  pupil.  So  Peter  in- 
geniously pulls  al!  sorts  of  wires  to  bring  to 
the  professor  the  distinction  that  he  deserves 
and  so  to  make  the  college  authorities 
ashamed  of  themselves.  It  makes  capital 
reading,  as  indeed  do  all   of  these  stories. 

The  Red  Cross  Girl.  By  Richard  Harding 
Davis.  New  York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons; 
$1.25   net.  _ 

The  Democratic  Mistake. 

The  essay  from  which  this  volume  takes  its 

name    is    perhaps    the   most    important    of   the 

six    in    which    it    is   included   and    which   were 

originally  delivered  as  the  Godkin  lectures  at 


Harvard.  The  democratic  mistake,  says  the 
author,  is  the  theory  that  responsibility  to 
the  public  is  to  be  secured  by  popular  elec- 
tions at  short  intervals.  His  own  position 
may  best  be  stated  in  his  own  words.  He 
says:  "I  believe  that  the  only  effective 
method  of  securing  responsibility  to  the 
people  ...  is  secure  tenure  (involving 
necessarily  infrequent  elections)  and  that  the 
responsibility  actually  secured  by  the  system 
of  frequent  elections  and  consequent  inse- 
cure tenure  is  responsibility  less  to  the  people 
than  to  an  arbitrary  and  irresponsible  private 
employer  or  employers,  at  the  head  of  what 
is  known  as  the  machine."  Therefore  the  re- 
sulting responsibility  is  not  to  the  people, 
but  to  these  "private  employer  or  employers." 
The  remaining  five  lectures  are  entitled 
"Government  by  Design,"  "Responsibility," 
"Patronage  and  the  Machine,"  "Limitations," 
and  "The  Suffrage." 

The  Democratic  Mistake.  By  George  Arthur 
Sedgwick.  New  York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons 
$1  net. 


The  Gate  of  Horn. 
When  Marie  Corelli  wrote  "Ardath"  she 
made  herself  the  pioneer  in  what  may  be 
called  the  novel  of  reincarnation.  She  had 
many  imitators,  and  some  of  them  wrote  bet- 
ter novels  than  "Ardath,"  which  is  not  say- 
ing much,  but  now  comes  Beulah  Marie  Dix 
with  the  best  novel  of  them  all.  Those  who 
have  told  stories  of  this  kind  have  usually 
adopted  an  artificial  and  mystical  style  sup- 
posed to  be  appropriate  to  the  theme.  The 
author  of  "The  Gate  of  Horn"  makes  no  such 
mistake.  She  is  content  to  tell  the  story  of 
an  American  girl.  Sydney  Considine,  whose 
lonely  childhood  induces  that  sort  of  intro- 
spection common  to  children  under  such  con- 
ditions. Gradually  she  develops  a  sort  of 
dream  life  that  assumes  almost  the  con- 
sistency of  a  narrative  and  then  comes  a  visit 
to  England  and  her  acquaintance  with  a  man 
whom  she  identifies  with  the  central  figure  of 
her  dreams,  but  at  a  period  centuries  back 
in  English  history.  And  he  remembers  her 
as  vividly  as  she  remembers  him,  and  so  be- 
tween them  they  reconstruct  the  story  of  past 
lives  when  they  created  the  causes  of  which 
present  conditions  are  the  result.  Such  a 
story  as  this  can  be  justified  only  by  the  man- 
ner of  its  telling,  and  because  the  author 
tells  it  extraordinarily  well  and  with  a  saving 
simplicity  it  must  be  counted  among  the  im- 
pressive novels  of  the  day. 

The    Gate    of    Horn.      Bv    Beulah    Marie    Di.x. 
New  York:   Duffield  &  Co. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
The    American    Book     Company    has    pub- 
lished    "Kreuz    und     Quer     Durch     Deutsche 
Lande,"     by     Robert     Mezger     and     Wilhelm 
Mueller,  with  illustrations  and  vocabulary. 

"Richard  II"  and  "The  Winter's  Tale"  have 
been  added  to  the  Tudor  Shakespeare  now  in 
course  of  issue  by  the  Macmillan  Company. 
Price,  35  cents  per  volume. 

"A  Race's  Redemption,"  bs-  John  Leard 
Dawson  (Sherman,  French  &  Co.;  $1.50  net), 
is  a  presentation  of  a  theological  scheme 
which  is  broad  without  being  Universalism. 
and  marked  by  a  sincerity  and  a  scholarship 
which,  however,  does  not  seem  to  include  a 
study  of  comparative  religion. 

The  list  of  Dr.  Oliver  Huckel's  translations 
of  Wagner's  operas  is  enlarged  by  an  English 
rendering  of  Wagners  only  humorous  work. 
"The  Meistersinger"  (Thomas  Y.  Crowell 
Company;  75  cents  net).  Dr.  Huckel  has  the 
advantage  of  a  long  residence  in  Nuremberg 
and  his  translation  may  safely  be  recom- 
mended. 

Mr.  James  F.  Boydstun  says  in  his  preface 
to  "The  Science  of  Human  Nature"  (Sher- 
man, French  &  Co. ;  $2  net),  that  "every  hu- 
man is  a  rich  mine  of  unknown  possibilities.'" 
and  that  his  object  is  to  aid  the  individual  in 
working    that    mine    for    himself.      His    work 


may  be  ranged  under  the  heading  of  the  New 
Thought,  but  it  seems  wholly  free  from  the 
crudities  and  credulities  that  so  often  mar  the 
popular  speculations  of  the  day. 

Dr.  J.  R.  Miller  has  added  to  his  already 
long  list  of  devotional  books  by  a  little  work 
entitled  "The  Joy  of  the  Lord."  It  is  pub- 
lished by  the  Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company. 
Price,  50  cents  net. 

In  "Spiritual  Surgery."  by  Oliver  Huckel 
(Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company;  75  cents  net), 
the  author  "drives  home  certain  striking  truths 
by  drawing  analogies  between  the  miracles  of 
modern  surgery'  and  processes  going  on  today 
in  the  spiritual  world  which  are  even  more 
miraculous." 

Duffield  &  Co.  have  published  a  revised  and 
enlarged  edition  of  "Early  Mackinac,"  by 
Meade  C.  Williams.  Mr.  Meade  passed  six- 
teen summers  upon  the  island  and  made  him- 
self intimately  acquainted  with  its  varied  and 
romantic  history.  His  book  well  deserves 
the  popularity  that  it  has  won.  The  price  is 
$1  net. 

"The  Man  with  the  Pitcher,"  by  John  F. 
Genung  (Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company;  50 
cents  net),  is  described  as  a  "Christmas  story 
concerning  the  birth  and  childhood  days  of 
Jesus."  This  kind  of  story  may  have  its  ad- 
vocates, but  there  are  many  minds  that  will 
be  repelled  by  imaginative  and  weakly  addi- 
tions to  the  suffieient  narrative  as  now  to  be 
found  in  the  New  Testament. 

Katharine  Pyle,  whose  services  to  children 
are  many  and  great,  has  just  brought  out  a 
second  volume  of  fairy  tales  collected  from 
many  parts  of  the  world.  Her  first  volume 
was  entitled  "Where  the  Wind  Blows,"  and 
we  now  have  a  second  handsome  book  in- 
scribed "Fairy  Tales  from  Many  Lands." 
The  contents  are  wisely  chosen,  the  print  is 
bold,  and  the  illustrations  all  that  they  should 
be.  The  publishers  are  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co 
and  the  price  is  $1.50  net. 

Under  the  title  of  "A  Tale  of  Two  Con- 
ventions" the  Funk  &  Wagnalls  Company 
have  reprinted  Mr.  William  Jennings  Bryan's 
day  by  day  reports  of  the  two  conventions. 
The  volume  contains  also  the  platform  of  each 
party  and  some  of  the  notable  convention 
speeches,  including  Mr.  Bryan's  own  at  Balti- 
more with  comments  on  the  speeches  of  ac- 
ceptance of  Mr.  Taft  and  Governor  Wilson. 
Some  of  the  best  cartoons  of  the  period  are 
also  included,  the  whole  forming  a  valuable 
record  for  permanent  possession.  The  price 
is  $1  net. 

Buddhist  mythology  is  rich  in  stories  of 
Gautama's  former  births,  and  as  animals  play 
a-  large  part  in  these  legends  they  are  well 
suited  to  juvenile  reading.  Miss  Ellen  C. 
Babbitt  tells  a  number  of  these  stories,  or 
"Jataka  Tales,"  and  well  reproduces  their 
quaint  humor  and  gentle  earnestness.  Dr. 
Felix  Adler  in  a  brief  foreword  strongly 
recommends  these  stories  for  the  use  of  chil- 
dren and  adds  wisely  that  "beneath  the  ob- 
vious there  are  depths  and  depths  of  mean- 
ing which  they  may  learn  to  fathom  later  on." 
The  book  with  its  clever  illustrations  is  pub- 
lished by  the  Century  Company.  Price,  $2 
net. 

Under  the  title  of  "Froissart's  Chronicles 
for  Young  People"  M.  G.  Edgar  has  pre 
pared  an  attractive  edition  of  the  famous 
"Chronicles  of  France,  England,  and  Other 
Places  Adjoining,"  with  sixteen  line  drawings 
by  M.  Meredith  Williams.  Among  the  stories 
included  are  those  of  the  Battle  of  Crecy,  the 
Siege  of  Calais,  Wat  Tyler's  Rising,  the  Story 
of  Douglas  and  the  Heart  of  Bruce,  and  tht. 
Battle  of  Otterbum.  The  volume  is  in  every 
way  a  handsome  one.  Those  in  search  of 
the  better  kind  of  book  for  the  better  kind 
of  boy  could  hardly  do  better  than  this.  The 
publishers  are  Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company 
and   the   price   $1.50   net. 


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Three  men  loved  the  beau- 
tiful Mrs.  Lancelot.  Each 
gave  her  his  all.  Which  of 
the  three  did  she  love — com- 
placent husband,  stern  war 
duke,   passionate  poet  ? 

The  author  of  ' '  The  Forest 
Lovers " !  has  done  nothing 
more  fascinating  or  more  ex- 
quisite  in   its  workmanship. 


My  Msiuiiirice  KlewHettfc" 


Interesting  illustrations 
Pric<  $1.35  net,  pottagi 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Unseen  Empire. 
Dr.  Jordan  has  undertaken  no  difficult  task 
in  his  effort  to  show  that  the  nations  of  the 
world  have  sold  themselves  into  economic 
slavery,  that  they  have  pawned  themse'ves 
and  their  future,  by  their  worship  of  the  god 
of  war.  It  is  a  patent  and  indisputable  fact, 
written  in  red  upon  the  budget  sheets  of 
every  race  in  civilization.  It  is  a  part  of  the 
price  of  armaments.  It  may  be  said,  too, 
that  Dr.  Jordan  has  a  no  less  easy  task  in 
showing  the  existence  of  powerful  organiza- 
tions, financial,  manufacturing,  and  industrial, 
whose  profits  depend  upon  war  and  upon  war 
preparation,  and  with  whom  it  is  a  simple 
matter  of  business  constantly  to  fan  the  war 
embers  and  to  play  upon  every  string  in  hu- 
man nature  that  will  respond  to  the  military 
ideal.  These  things  are  patent  and  obvious, 
and  therefore  Dr.  Jordan's  presentation  con- 
tains nothing  new,  although  it  is  immeasur- 
ably  impressive   and   portentous. 

That  the  suggested  remedy  is  disappointing 
is  no  fault  of  Dr.  Jordan's.  There  is,  of 
course,  no  remedy,  except  the  slow  appeal  to 
right  and  wrong  which  will  eventually  pre- 
vail. Certainly  we  shall  never  be  shocked  out 
of  warfare  by  the  financial  tabulations  on 
which  the  author  seems  so  much  to  rely. 
Neither  shall  we  abandon  our  evil  ways  by 
avoirdupois  considerations  of  the  weight  and 
duality  of  the  human  flesh  involved.  Dr. 
Jordan  would  have  us  create  a  "high  commis- 
sion composed  of  statesmen  and  economists 
who  should  decide,  as  civilian  citizens,  on  the 
aim,  extent,  and  purpose  of  national  de- 
fense." In  this  way  we  should  have  the 
dawn  of  intelligent  and  economical  manage- 
ment that  would  lead  to  the  desired  reduc- 
tions. But  it  seems  a  slender  reed  to  lean 
upon.  We  have  no  cause  to  be  enamored  of 
commissions,  high  or  otherwise,  while  our 
satisfaction  at  so  strong  an  appeal  to  the  in- 
telligence of  the  world  is  somewhat  tem- 
pered by  the  realization  that  the  government 
of  the  world  is  no  longer  in  the  hands  of  its 
intelligence.     Democracy  has  seen  to  that. 

Unseen  Empire.  By  David  Starr  Jordan. 
Boston:  American  Unitarian  Association;  $1.25 
net. 


Science  of  the  Sea. 
This  fine  volume,  prepared  by  the  Chal- 
lenger Society  and  edited  by  Dr.  G.  Herbert 
Fowler,  is  intended  to  promote  the  study  of 
oceanography  and  sufficiently  to  inform  the 
yachtsman  and  the  ocean  traveler  who  wishes 
to  "do  some  work  for  science"  or  at  least  to 
learn  something  of  the  lore  of  the  sea  before 
beginning  a  voyage.  Perhaps  the  enthusiasms 
of  the  compilers  will  sometimes  lead  the 
reader  a  little  out  of  his  depth,  but  that  is  a 
minor  defect  in  a  volume  that  so  well  re- 
flects the  majesty  and  the  mystery  of  the  sea 
and  that  can  be  read  with  as  much  interest  by 
the  landsman  as  by  the  sailor.  There  are 
chapters  on  ocean  plants  and  animals,  on  the 
sea  floor,  on  yacht  equipments,  on  fishing,  on 
the  preservation  of  marine  organisms,  on 
ocean  currents  and  coral  reefs,  each  written 
by  an  expert  pen  and  in  clear  and  untech- 
nical  language.  It  may  be  said  that  there  is 
also  a  chapter  on  the  sea-serpent  in  which 
that  fearsome  beast  is  treated  with  unwonted 
respect  and  as  a  sort  of  exclusive  marine 
aristocrat  who  shuns  publicity  and  for  whom 
it  wou'.d  be  well  to  watch  and  pray  without 
ceasing.  The  volume  is  further  enriched  by 
many  illustrations   and   charts. 

Science  of  TnE  Sea.  Edited  by  G.  Herbert 
Awler,  B.  A.,  Ph.  D.,  F.  L.  S.,  etc.  New  York: 
E.    P.   Dutton  &  Co.;  52  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
London    has    a    women    publisher,    who    will 
publish    only    the    works    of    women    authors, 
and    only    such    books    as    will    make    people 
happy. 

In  bringing  the  novelist,  Winston  Churchill, 
forward  for  governor  of  New  Hampshire 
(with  a  very  faint  chance  for  his  election) 
due  regard  is  paid  to  literature  (says  the 
Springfield  Republican),  for  he  is  a  respect- 
able author,  as  few  of  the  governors  of  the 
Granite    State   have   been. 

.Mrs.  Frances  Hodgson  Burnett  has  written 
a  new  novel,  which  the  Century  will  publish 
serially  this  year.  Mrs.  Burnett  has  named 
her   story   "T.   Tembarom." 

Alice  Stone  Blackwell  has  taken  back  her 
paper,  the  Woman's  Journal,  from  the  na- 
tional board  of  the  American  Woman  Suffrage 
Association.  Mrs.  Blackwell  did  not  like  the 
way  in  which  the  publication  was  edited. 
Miss  Jessie  Ashley  contributed  articles  tinted 
with  Socialism,  and  they  were  not  generally 
approved. 

The  Turkn-Italian  war  in  Tripoli  is  the  sub- 
ject of  an  unusual  work  by  Gustaf  Janson,  the 
Swedish  novelist.  "Pride  of  War"  gives 
graphic  studies  of  Italian  and  Arab  alike,  and 
at  the  same  time  shows  the  futility  and 
tragedy  of  war.  T"he  book  is  announced  for 
■  irly  publication    ,     Little,  Brown  &  Co. 

"Mor*'   "r"    n   Conqueror-      :c  title   of   a 

wr'  „.      biographical      articl-         by      Miss 

Ariadne  Gilbert,   to  run  through   St.  Nicholas 

.    the  coming  year.     These  sketches  will 

■    .h  the  lives  of  Phil  s,   Emer- 


son, Lincoln,  and  other  famous  men,  mainly 
from  the  standpoint  of  the  obstacles  or  handi- 
caps  which    they   overcame. 

"The  Ghost  Ship  and  Other  Stories"  and 
"Poems  and  Songs,"  the  two  posthumous  vol- 
umes of  the  work  of  Richard  Middleton,  the 
young  English  poet  who  recently  committed 
suicide,  will  be  published  next  month  by 
Mitchell  Kennerley. 

What  evidence  there  is  for  the  contention 
that  Co'.umbus  was  not  a  Genoese  but  a  Span- 
iard, a  Galician  born  at  Pontevedra,  is  put 
together  and  printed  in  a  little  pamphlet,  "La 
Verdadera  Cuna  de  Cristobal  Colon,"  by  Dr. 
Constantino  de  Horta  y  Pardo  (John  B.  Jona- 
than Company,  New  York).  It  is  accompa- 
nied by  circulars  in  various  languages  an- 
nouncing the  fact. 

Hilaire  Belloc's  new  novel,  "The  Green 
Overcoat,"  is  illustrated  with  drawings  by  that 
versatile  master  of  various  arts,  G.  K.  Ches- 
terton. 

Caroline  Remy,  born  in  1855,  was  the  first 
woman  in  France  to  engage  in  journalism  as 
a  means  of  earning  a  livelihood.  Now, 
known  as  "Severine."  she  is  famous  and  has 
been  for  years  for  her  editorial  work  on  Le 
Cri  du  Pcuplc  and  other  journals.  Her  me- 
moirs  are   nearly   ready    for  publication. 


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Riley's  Birthday. 
Some  little  years  ago  today  the  Hoosier  Poet 
made  his  bow,  too  young  just  then  to  sing  a  lay, 
or  wear  a  wreath  upon  his  brow.  And  now  we 
celebrate  his  birth  and  thank  the  gods  who  sent 
him  here  to  brighten  up  this  jaded  earth  with 
melodies  serene  and  clear.  How  many  toilers, 
tired  and  sad,  and  sighing  'neath  their  woes  and 
wrongs,  have  had  their  hearts  made  brave  and 
glad  by  Riley's  gentle,  hopeful  songs?  O,  com- 
fort flows  from  Riley's  pen  like  wafer  from  a 
sprinkling  can;  for  Riley  knows  the  hearts  of 
men,  and  Riley  loves  his  fellow-man.  He  bothers 
not  with  ancient  thrones  or  knights  attired  in 
armor-plate,  nor  digs  around  among  the  bones  of 
people  once  accounted  great.  He  doesn't  look  for 
sterling  worth  among  the  marble  tombs  of  kings; 
ihe  people  living  now  on  earth  are  they  of  whom 
Jim  Riley  sings.  The  children  love  him,  for  he 
sings  of  childhood  in  his  tender  rhymes;  the  gray- 
beards  love  him,  for  he  brings  them  memories  of 
bygone  times.  The  whole  world  loves  him,  for  bis 
hands,  when  o*er  the  poet's  harp  they  start,  bring 
strains  the  whole  world  understands — the  music  of 
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October  19,  1912. 


RICHARD  STRAUSS'S  -SALOME.' 


"Salome"  is  probably  one  of  the  most  re- 
markable musical  compositions  that  exists  in 
operatic  form.  Richard  Strauss  speaks  a  new 
tonal  language.  The  score  is  so  complicated, 
so  full  of  dissonances,  of  wild  departures 
from  the  conventions  of  music,  with  such 
difficulties  for  both  instrumental  and  vocal 
performers  to  struggle  with  as  two  conflicting 
keys  being  rendered  simultaneously  by  singer 
and  orchestra,  that  even  a  musically  discrimi- 
nating audience  would  never  know  if  the  vo- 
calists occasionally  slipped  their  cable,  and 
wandered  far  away  from  orchestral  prop  and 
stay. 

Richard  Strauss  is  a  nihilist  in  music,  and 
therefore  for  his  insurrectionary  scores  he 
desires  stories  that  are  correspondingly  bi- 
zarre and  outre.  Like  Rostand,  he  has  a  keen 
business  instinct,  and  looks  sharply  out  for 
what  will  provide  the  satiated  twentieth-cen- 
tury public  with  suitably  violent  shocks.  And 
he  seems  to  have  found  it  in  "Salome."  New- 
York  went  off  the  handle  when  they  first 
brought  it  out  at  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House  now  some  years  ago.  "Xausea."  "the 
nasty  stew'."'  "sensuality."'  "vileness,"  "foul- 
ness." "degeneracy,"  and  "decadence"  figured 
in  startling  type  in  the  headings  of  the  re- 
views. And  the  more  the  critics  fulminated, 
the  more  the  public  went,  until  finally  it 
seemed  to  have  had  enough,  and  the  opera 
was   withdrawn. 

So  we  were  prepared  for  the  worst,  here 
in  San  Francisco,  forgetting  that  we  had 
Tarquinia  Tarquini  to  reckon  with.  For  Tar- 
quini  is  no  Mary  Garden.  She  is  an  artist; 
and  one  of  the  rarest  type.  This  little 
Sienese  genius  is  a  wonder,  and  unless  we 
out  here  are  tremendously  mistaken,  is  going 
to  make  the  welkin  ring  when  they  get  hold 
of  her  in  New  York.  We  are  going  to  be 
very  proud  and  glad  in  the  future  that  we 
saw  her  first,  and  are  going  to  swell  out  our 
chests  in  the  well-known,  artlessly  vain- 
glorious San  Francisco  style,  and  assert  that 
we   found  her  first. 

But  in  almost  no  time  Tarquinia  Tarquini 
is  going  to  belong  to  the  whole  world.  For 
she  is.  in  her  way,  a  genius.  Xo  one  but  a 
genius  can  take  hold  of  a  role  like  that  of 
Salome  and  breathe  into  it  meanings  scarcely 
realized  by  its   creator. 

Oscar  Wilde,  when  he  first  wrote  the  play 
for  Bernhardt,  casting  it  in  the  French  lan- 
guage in  the  hope  that  the  great  French  emo- 
tionalist would  play  it,  said  that  he  aimed  at 
creating  "something  curious  and  sensual." 
With  that  natural  tendency  toward  the  per- 
verted in  art,  which  shows  so  distinctly  and 
unmistakably  in  his  essays,  Oscar  Wilde 
blended  and  threw  into  high  relief  the  con- 
trasting figures  of  the  ascetic  prophet  and 
Sa'.ome.  the  monstrous  spawn  of  that  Herodias 
who  "filled  the  earth  with  the  wine  of  her 
iniquities."  The  unholy  and  unnatural  pas- 
sion of  Salome  for  the  prophet,  her  rage  and 
hatred  when  she  is  repelled,  and  denied,  her 
monstrous  revenge,  and  her  unsated  passion 
after  the  death,  that  is  Oscar  Wilde's  theme. 
And  over  and  around  this  tale  of  horror 
Richard  Strauss  has  woven  a  wonderful  web 
of  tonal  color  in  which  is  revealed  the  strange 
and  hideous  seethings  of  decaying  souls.  He 
has  joined  with  the  poet  in  creating  a  weird 
atmosphere  of  superstition  and  mysticism  ;  of 
wild  portent  and  dread.  And  whether  it  was 
Oscar  Wilde,  or  Richard  Strauss,  or  Tar- 
quinia Tarquini,  or  all  three  of  them  who 
breathed  into  the  passion  of  Salome  a  strain 
of  something  purer  than  primitive  animalism. 
who  shall  say.  Sometimes  the  artist-creator 
knows  what  he  is  about,  and  works  with  clear, 
practical  purpose.  But  oftener,  some  sub- 
conscious force  takes  him  in  hand,  and  puts 
into  his  perfected  work  some  psychical  sug- 
gestion of  which  he  was  scarcely  conscious 
when  it  was  born. 

And  we  supposed  that,  while  we  would 
again  be  fascinated  and  absorbed  by  the  aes- 
thetic beauty*  and  perfection  of  "Salome," 
as  many  were  on  the  occasion  of  its  presenta- 
tion here  in  dramatic  form  in  1907,  we  ex- 
pected to  feel  a  loathing  and  execration  for 
the  murderess.  And  that  is  where  Tarquinia 
Tarquini   comes   in. 

It  is  night  under  a  sky  of  full  moon  and 
flying  clouds.  On  a  terrace  adjoining  the 
tetrach's  palace  soldiers  stand  at  guard 
around  the  stone  cistern  which  imprisons  the 
prophet,  while  their  young  Syrian  captain 
with  "languorous  eyes"  eats  his  heart  out 
watching  the  little  princess  at   the  banquet. 

Then  to  the  cool  stillness  of  the  night,  es- 
caping from  the  reek  of  the  banquet  and 
from  the  loathsome  glances  of  Herod's  mole's 
eyes  under  their  shaking  lids.  Salome  flees, 
a  figure  lithe  and  free  under  its  robe  of  gold 
net.  with  filetted,  Egyptian  hair,  and  wide, 
fateful   eyes. 

The  voice  of  Jokanaan,  austere,  sonorous, 
beautiful,  charged  with  the  passion  of 
prophecy,  comes   from   the  stone  cistern. 

From  this  moment,  following  its  introduc- 
tory movements  the  drama  sweeps  on  with 
the  sombre  impetus  of  irresistible  fate.  We 
are  swept  with  it.  in  a  strange  bewilder- 
ment. We  are  fascinated,  yet  strangely  aloof. 
Its  horrors  d.  not  touch  us.  We  see  them 
-  lass,    darkly,    hearing    all    the 

mprehending.  dimly  divining 
rful    web    of    disharmonic 


harmonies,  that  strange,  bizarre  scheme  of 
tonal  painting,  so  mysteriously  challenging,  so 
weirdly  complex  that  it  is  impossible  even  for 
the  most  highly  trained  receptivities  to  as- 
similate it  in   a   single  hearing. 

And  ever  with  the  music,  and  of  it,  and 
through  it,  there  pulsates  that  gilded  intensity 
of  being,  Salome,  Princess  of  Judea.  From 
the  moment  that  she  hears  the  prophet's 
voice  her  soul  is  riveted  to  the  soul  of 
Jokanaan.  Not  for  a  moment  does  Tarquini 
appeal  to  grossness,  to  animalism.  She  makes 
Salome  seem  to  me  like  a  young,  troubled 
being  who  has  hitherto  breathed  only  me- 
phitic  vapors.  She  knows,  sees,  hears  of 
nothing  but  things  of  the  flesh.  The  language 
of  carnalism  is  the  only  language  she  can 
translate,  for  she  is  the  daughter  of  Herodias, 
"the  cry  of  whose  sinning  hath  come  up  even 
to  the  ears  of  God." 

By  some  strange,  half-unconscious  al- 
chemy, this  young  Tarquini,  with  the  youthful 
meagreness  of  her  body,  the  maidenly  slight- 
ness  of  her  little  throat  and  chin,  the  general 
undevelopedness  of  her  physical  being, 
brought  to  the  character  of  Salome  an  ele- 
ment new  to  the  stage,  although  already  pre- 
viously suggested   in  biblical  literature. 

Salome's  passion  for  Jokanaan  was  not 
made  repulsive,  except  in  the  final  manifesta- 
tions, when  the  scene  is  made  so  unnaturally 
long  as  to  dissipate  all  possibility  of  sustained 
response  on  the  part  of  the  audience.  It  is 
as  if,  underneath  its  more  personal  mani- 
festation, she  dimly  felt  from  Jokanaan's 
deep-rooted  purity  a  challenge  to  her  half- 
expiring  soul.  And  unable  to  translate,  ex- 
cept in  the  language  of  Herod's  court,  the 
young  tigress  made  this  tormenting  love  her 
prey,   and  tortured  it  to   death. 

I  do  not  assert  that  Tarquini  definitely 
thought  out  such  a  thing,  for  obscure  indeed 
are  the  processes  of  psychical  creation :  but 
in  music  each  one  must  draw  his  own  con- 
ception, and  that  was  mine.  In  the  Salome 
that  she  gave  us  I  saw  no  Mary  Garden  wal- 
lo wings  in  animalism,  no  hideousness,  not 
even  artistic  hideousness.  With  the  Oriental 
beauty  of  Wilde's  text,  and  the  startling  sug- 
gestions of  Strauss's  music,  she  was  in  per- 
fect accord. 

When  it  came  to  the  dance  she  held  us 
spellbound.  Search  the  operatic  stage  in  Eu- 
rope and  America  and  you  could  not  find  an- 
other prima  donna  who  could,  with  such  ele- 
gance, variety,  grace,  and  dramatic  abandon 
render  "the  dance  of  the  seven  veils."  This 
dance  is  said  to  be  founded  on  the  myth  of 
the  Assyrian  Venus,  Istar,  passing  through 
the  seven  gateways  of  Hades,  at  each  of 
which  she  was  deprived  of  one  of  her  seven 
coverings,  until  she  finally  entered  Hades  as 
nude  as  she  was  born.  This  dance  Tarquini 
gave  so  that  in  moments  it  suggested  a  re- 
ligious rite.  It  was  long,  but  fascinating  and 
absorbing  to  the  end.  Her  almost  childlike 
body  was,  except  for  breast  plates  and  stage 
jewels,  unclothed  to  the  waist,  and  seen  thus 
she  seemed  as  unconscious  of  it  as  a  child. 
Below  the  waist  she  wore  a  skirt  of  slashed, 
gold-embroidered  tissue,  through  which  the 
free,  graceful  play  of  her  young  limbs  could 
be   seen. 

Throughout  the  opera  she  is  the  embodi- 
ment of  dramatic  movement  and  pantomime, 
and  wiih  all  this  perpetual  motion  her  voice 
pours  out  full,  fresh,  expressive,  and  in- 
tensely dramatic  in  tone. 

The  dance  music  comes  as  a  welcome  and 
delicious  invitation  to  recreation  and  rest 
after  the  clashings  and  clamors  of  numerous 
orchestral  emotions.  It  spoke  a  various  lan- 
guage, piquing  our  curiosity  and  sometimes 
satisfying  it.  For  it  expressed  by  turns  the 
joy  of  motion,  languorous  invitation,  the 
rhythm  of  the  dance,  and,  toward  the  end, 
the  savage  expectancy  of  the  dancer  for  her 
great  revenge. 

True  to  his  time,  Strauss  allows  the  or- 
chestra to  tell  us  more  than  does  the  vocal 
score.  Mingled  with  the  generally  exciting 
whole  are  set  intensely  dramatic  episodes,  as 
when  the  executioner  descends  into  the  pit. 
and  we  hear  a  low,  fateful  throbbing  that 
awakens  the  sense  of  coming  tragedy.  The 
musical  representation  of  the  awed  stillness 
preceding   the   death,   and   the   stroke   of   the 


executioner's  sword,  recalls  Berlioz's  fall  of 
the  guillotine  in  his  famous  symphony.  The 
vocal  text  is,  like  in  all  the  modern  music- 
dramas,  devoid  of  melody.  It  is,  in  fact, 
highly  dramatic  recitative.  The  orchestra 
takes  an  animated  share  in  the  lighter  dia- 
logue. Audiences  have  been  known  to  burst 
out  laughing  at  the  orchestral  cacophonies 
which  are  accessory  to  the  religious  dispute 
of  the  Jews.  In  some  places  the  music  is 
very  suggestive,  in  others  highly  descriptive. 
Much  of  it  is  unbeautiful,  even  to  exhaustion, 
and  has  been  called  mere  noise.  Strauss's 
genius  impels  him  to  represent  the  weird,  the 
fantastic,  the  erotic,  but  when  he  attempts  to 
depict  the  high,  chill  austerity  of  the  prophet 
and  to  portray  the  triumph  of  holiness  over 
gilded  evil,  as  Jokanaan  descends  to  his  stone 
prison,  after  repelling  the  evil  enchantress, 
the  music  suddenly  takes  a  normal,  even  a 
conventional  tone.  Almost  the  only  ap- 
proaches to  set  melodic  composition  in  the 
whole  opera  are  the  Jokanaan  themes. 

Nothing  need  be  said  about  the  other  per- 
formers. All  else,  even  the  figure  of  th*. 
prophet,  is  merely  accessory  to  the  passionate 
figure  of  the  princess.  The  wild,  orchestral 
seas  that  surge  and  foam  and  billow  as  the 
musical  setting  to  Salomes  brain-storm  were 
navigated  with  great  success  under  the  skill- 
ful guidance  of  Bavagnoli,  who  received  his 
usual  tribute  from  the  audience.  Sometimes 
there  would  be  a  heavenly  lull,  which  would 
give  us  a  strange  sense  of  peace  and  repose, 
for  it  was  a  heavy  strain  to  listen  for  an 
hour  and  a  half  to  such  highly  suggestive  and 
agitating  music.  But  these  lulls  meant  little 
repose  to  the  instrumentalists,  for  they  were 
generally  followed  by  something  fine  and 
ethereal,  and  exquisitely  delicate,  like  the 
opening  theme  to  the  dance. 

The  sense  of  exhaustion  induced  by  the 
music  and  the  desire  of  the  average  audience 
to  have  intervals  of  rest  might  induce  many 
to  think  that  they  could  never  learn  to  like 
the  music  of  the  future.  But  unexpectedly 
we  were  furnished  with  the  opportunity  to 
mark  a  notable  contrast.  In  order  to  lengthen 
out  an  abbreviated  evening's  bill — for  "Sa- 
lome" is  only  a  good-sized  act  long,  that  most 
conventional  scene  from  "Lucia"  in  which  the 
bride  of  Lammermoor,  in  a  state  of  grand 
operatic  despair,  proceeds,  with  business-like 
detail,  to  regale  us  with  all  the  most  brilliant 
mechanics  of  vocalism,  was  put  on  as  a  wind- 
up  to  the  programme. 

The  contrast  was  startling.  The  luxuri- 
ously appointed  terrace,  the  moon,  made 
palely  lurid  by  hurrying  clouds,  the  blasting 
sirocco  heat  of  strange  emotions,  and  that 
vivid,  throbbing  figure  as  the  life-centre  of  a 
whirl  of  mad  music,  all  this  was  swept  away. 
There  stood  a  row  of  typical,  wooden  figures 
of  the  chorus,  and  in  the  centre  of  the  stage 
a  lady  in  despairing  white,  carefully  scatter- 
ing her  tresses  in  wrild  disarray,  while  she 
poured  forth,  in  a  charming  voice,  as  close 
an  approximation  as  was  possible  of  the  notes 
of  a  violin.  Everybody  felt  at  home  at  once, 
and  applauded  warmly.  But  it  all  seemed  so 
lifeless,  so  cold  and  pale.  For  "Salome"  is  a 
sort  of  operatic  conflagration,  and,  compared 
to  it,  that  especial  scene  in  "Lucia"  was  like 
a  heap  of  pale,  faintly  smouldering  ashes  be- 
side a  fiercely  crackling  flame. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 

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A  Bloud  Blackness. 

Editor  Argonaut  :  Salome  speaking  to 
Jokanaan  says:  "Thy  hair  is  like  clusters  of 
grapes,  like  the  clusters  of  black  grapes  that 
hang  from  the  vine-trees  of  Edom  in  the  land 
of  the  Edomites.  .  .  .  The  long  black  nights, 
when  the  moon  hides  her  face,  when  the  stars 
are  afraid,  are  not  so  black  as  thy  hair.  The 
silence  that  dwells  in  the  forest  is  not  so 
black.  There  is  nothing  in  the  world  that  is 
so  black  as  thy  hair." 

How  can  Tarquini  address  that  seriously  to 
Nicol'iette's  yellow  wig?  Why  do  you  sup- 
pose that  such  flagrant  disregard  of  the  li- 
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Remember  the  Lamplighter  ? 

He  was  a  personage  of  considerable  im- 
portance in  the  good  old  days.  Remember 
him  here  in  San  Francisco  ?  You  of  the 
present  generation  don't,  and  it's  hard  to 
conceive  of  the  time  when  the  city  wasn't 
lighted  by  electricity,  but  the  older  resi- 
dents have  a  vivid  memory  of  the  street 
lamplighter,  who  appeared  when  the 
shadows  began  to  fall.  He  had  a  short 
ladder  and  he  was  a  busy  man.  But  work 
as  he  would,  he  could  cover  only  a  small 
area.  There  was  a  number  of  him,  and 
how  dependable  was  the  growing  metrop- 
olis  on   him   and   his   brother   lamplighters. 

Remember  how  the  lights  flickered  and 
flashed,  here  and  there  in  the  gathering 
evening,  up  and  down  the  street,  until  the 
last  finallj'  burst  into  bright  flame?  And 
it  wasn't  a  steady  flame,  and  the  light  was 
uncertain,  and  it  was  pretty  apt  to  go  out 
in  a  storm.  Still,  in  its  day  it  was  con- 
sidered mighty  good. 

Well,  so  it  was,  so  it  was. 

But  today — what  changes  have  come 
about  since  the  period  of  the  street  lamp- 
lighter ! 

The  pressure  of  a  button  floods  the  city 
with  light.  An  army  of  lamplighters 
could  not  produce  a  like  effect.  An  able 
aid  of  the  electric  light  is  found  in  the 
gas  lamp,  and  a  result  San  Francisco  lays 
claim  to  title  of  the  best-lighted  city  in 
the  world  today.  The  facts  and  figures 
are  of  record,  and  go  to  show  that  the 
Queen  City  of  the  Pacific  is  to  the  front 
from  an  illumination  standpoint.  The 
lamplighter  was  not  a  man  of  figures. 
These  days  a  lighting  concern  knows  ex- 
actly. For  instance  9,500,000  candle 
power  is  supplied  the  city  by  the  "Pacific 
Service"  of  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric 
Company.  There  are  600  miles  of  streets 
lighted  by  over  3400  arc  lamps,  more  than 
8000  gas  lamps,  and  in  excess  of  260  elec- 
troliers. 

Few  ever  looked  forward  to  the  time, 
in  "the  good  old  days"  we  read  about, 
when  such  growth  would  have  been  at- 
tained here,  and  that  it  would  ever  be 
within  the  bounds  of  human  possibility  for 
a  single  company  to  furnish  all  these 
lights.  The  supply  delivered  locally,  how- 
ever, is  only  a  part  of  the  output,  fo 
"Pacific  Sen-ice"  is  now  used  in  thirty  of 
the  fifty-eight  counties  in  the  State  of 
California.  This  is  the  electric  age,  and 
great  as  are  the  plants  of  this  pioneer 
concern,  it  is  extending  and  building,  that 
it  may  be  in  a  position  to  meet  every  de- 
mand of  a  great  growing  state. 

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251 


"THE  WOMAN." 

"The  Woman"  is  a  capital  play  of  Ameri- 
can life  and  character,  in  which  political  types 
largely  predominate.  The  name  of  William 
de  Mille,  the  author,  generally  appears  in 
small  type  in  connection  with  the  piece,  the 
prestige  bestowed  by  Belasco's  name  as  a 
producer  having  had  a  tendency  to  swamp  the 
native  importance  of  the  creator  of  the  play. 
Nevertheless  Mr.  de  Mille  proves  himself  to 
be  thoroughly  competent  in  his  own  field,  a 
shrewd  observer  of  character,  and  of  con- 
temporaneous American  conditions,  and  pos- 
sessing thorough  ability  not  only  to  outline  a 
very  interesting  plot,  but  so  to  construct  his 
play  as  to  work  in,  in  gradual  culmination 
to  the  supreme  climax,  all  those  elements  of 
suspense  and  dramatic  action  which  keep  an 
audience  mute,  tense,  and  absorbed. 

Added  to  these  qualities,  Mr.  de  Mille  is 
thorough.  That  is  to  say,  since  he  is  writing 
of  the  political  machine,  he  familiarizes  him- 
self with  its  methods.  Since  the  telephone 
switchboard  of  a  big  downtown  hotel  plays 
an  important  part  in  his  drama,  he  has  ac- 
quainted himself  with  the  detail  of  its  work- 
ings, and  with  the  type  of  hello  girl  who 
manipulates  it.  And  properly  to  present  these 
details  to  the  observation  of  the  public,  David 
Belasco,  the  great  producer,  has  lent  his  pow- 
erful aid,  and  the  mechanism  of  the  scenes 
moves  so  smoothly  that  we  never  for  a 
moment  think  of  that  switchboard  as  being 
anything  but  a  real,  working  contrivance,  in 
full  running  connection  with  all  the  tele- 
phone wires  of  a  great  city. 

"The  Woman,"  in  spite  of  its  suggestive 
title,  is  not  a  romantic  play.  It  is  of  the  spe- 
cies that  interests  both  men  and  women,  be- 
cause it  is  so  very  realistic  in  tone,  and  pre- 
sents so  faithful  a  reflex  of  tne  people  that 
we  see  about  us.  I  do  not  recall  a  single  bit 
of  "staginess"  in  the  play.  Nobody  poses, 
the  realism  is  never  dry  and  depressing,  but 
mellow  and  genial. 

Jim  Blake  is  a  "boss,"  a  political  leader, 
the  head  of  the  "machine."  He  is  a  grafter, 
and  is  not  ashamed  of  it.  In  his  opinion  it 
is  a  world  of  graft,  and  the  public  is  an 
aggregation  of  long-eared  donkeys  that  fete 
and  honor  the  men  who  practice  on  them. 

"The  Woman"  is  not  a  play  with  a  mis- 
sion, but  it  belongs  to  that  gradually  increas- 
ing class  of  dramas  the  primary  aim  of  which, 
while  it  is  entertainment,  leaves  a  residue  of 
reflection,  a  perception  of  things  as  they  are. 
And  when  the  public,  by  a  very  slow  but  sure 
process,  gradually  gets  hold  of  truths  in  place 
of  delusions,  it  is  apt  to  do  a  little  some- 
thing to  try  to  correct  existing  abuses. 

No  woman  could  have  written  this  play 
that  bears  her  generic  name  for  its  title. 
One  feels  its  masculine  authorship  all 
through.  And  yet  how  wholly  admirable  is 
Mr.  de  Mille's  pictures  of  the  two  women 
characters!  Each,  in  her  way,  is  perfect. 
The  telephone  girl,  who,  seated  at  the  switch- 
board, hears  the  councils  of  the  "machine," 
planning  a  coup  to  smirch  the  reputation  of 
Standish,  the  reformer  who  is  blocking  their 
game,  and  learns  that  she  is  to  be  bribed  to 
secure  the  telephone  number  of  the  woman 
involved. 

Wanda  Kelly,  a  plucky,  capable,  self- 
respecting  daughter  of  the  people,  with  that 
cool  appraisement  of  the  genus  man  that 
comes  early  to  these  young  things  who  begin 
to  face  the  business  life  and  its  hard  lessons 
so  soon,  has  just  that  flavor  of  the  ordinary 
in  manner  and  speech,  mingled  with  the  dash 
of  independence  and  individuality  that  such  a 
girl   ought  to   have. 

The  part  was  admirably  played  by  Marjorie 
Wood,  who  proved  to  us  that  she  was  right 
in  the  assertion,  as  put  forth  in  the  press 
agent  "stuff"  about  "The  Woman,"  that  she 
had  thoroughly  learned,  under  Belasco's 
tutelage,  the  art  of  histrionic  listening.  Not 
only  that,  but  Miss  Wood's  manner,  when  in 
the  "sweat-box,"  was  balanced  to  the  right 
degree.  Her  cautious  entrance,  the  circum- 
spect, walking-on-egg-shells  gait  with  which 
she  advanced  into  the  enemy's  camp,  the 
shrewd,  calm,  distrustful  gaze  with  which  she 
surveyed  her  inquisitors,  and  when,  under  the 
strain,  she  yielded  to  temporary  feminine 
hysteria,  all  this  was  life-like,  and  did  not 
afflict  us  with   a  single   false   note. 

And  Marian  Barney,  as  "the  woman"  who 
had  committed  a  past  indiscretion  with  the 
political  enemy  of  her  husband  and  father, 
was  truthful,  simple,  and  sincere,  in  her  de- 
lineation of  dread  and  intense  emotion.  The 
tremor  in  her  voice,  the  terror  in  her  eyes, 
the  suspense  expressd  in  her  attitudes,  was  so 
moving  as  to  greatly  heighten  the  illusion  of 
the  principal  scenes,  and  profoundly  sympa- 
thetic indeed  were  the  responsive  emotions 
she  awakened. 

There  are  six  men  of  varying  types  assist- 
ing in  the  working  of  the  "machine."  and 
each  one  is  a  cleverly  studied  replica  of  our 
native  breeds. 

James  Seeley  is  the  principal  actor  in  the 
company.  He  plays  the  part  of  the  Honor- 
able Jim  Blake,  the  prime  grafter  and  "boss" 
of  the  machine.  Tim  Blake,  as  impersonated 
by  Mr.  Seeley.  is  the  kind  of  man  that  is 
soft-hearted  in  the  bosom  of  his  family,  and 
iron  in  his  dealings  with  the  outside  world. 
Mr.  Seeley  gives  us  a  very  studied  and  in- 
teresting personation  of  the  boss,  representing 


him — he  is  from  Illinois — as  verging  on  the 
Southern  in  general  type.  He  gives  Blake  the 
magnetism  of  the  born  leader,  a  mellow  per- 
suasiveness of  tone,  and  the  assured  geniality 
of  one  who  knows  what  big,  stupid  boys  men 
can  be  underneath  all  their  canny  contriv- 
ings,  and  how  instinctively  they  respond  to 
the   note  of  good   fellowship. 

Howell  Hansell  plays  the  part  of  the  mili- 
tant reformer,  and  plays  it  well.  He  has  the 
light  of  battle  in  his  eye,  quite  distinct  from 
the  crude  pugnacity  of  Austin  Webb's  gov- 
ernor, who  is  represented  as  of  a  simpler  line 
of  character. 

There  was  so  much  that  was  enjoyable  in 
the  acting  of  this  company,  on  account  of  its 
departure  from  stage  stereotype,  which  was 
also  a  characteristic  of  both  the  scenes  and 
the  dialogue  of  the  play,  that  they  repaid 
close  observation  and  study.  When  Standish 
learns  from  the  tactfully  soothing  Blake  that 
his  enemies  have  rooted  out  that  one  past  in- 
discretion in  a  blameless  life,  for  which  he 
must  pay  the  penalty  unless  he  ceases  to 
block  their  political  game,  he  does  not  give 
a  violent  start  and  cast  a  guilty  and  fearful 
glance  in  the  corners  of  the  room  ;  nor  does 
he  clench  his  fists  a  la  the  dramatic  schools. 
He  holds  his  head  high  and  gallantly,  and 
his  features  tell  nothing.  But  when  Blake 
temporarily  withdraws  his  gimlet  gaze,  trouble 
shows  in  his  eyes;  his  attitude  is  more 
drooping.  Just  a  suggestion,  but  it  was 
enough. 

Four  other  male  characters  were  well  rep- 
resented by  Peter  Raymond,  Homer  Gran- 
ville,   Hallett   Thompson,   and    Hugh    Dillman. 

When  the  thunderbolt  falls,  and  the  gov- 
ernor, the  poor,  guilty,  harmless  sinner, 
cowers,  anguished  and  covered  with  shame, 
under  the  gaze  of  the  collective  "machine," 
the  component  parts  of  which  are  full  of  that 
amazement  and  horror  which  is  at  such  times 
especially  characteristic  of  the  most  venal 
type  of  men,  the  husband  makes  no  gesture. 
Slowly  and  rigidly  he  advances  toward  the 
wife,  and,  after  a  word  or  two,  grants  her 
that  forgiveness  that  his  undiminished  love 
for  her  wrests  from  him. 

"The  Woman"  is  thoroughly  up  to  date. 
Just  to  take  the  little  chat  of  Tom  and  Wanda, 
as  the  "hello  girl"  sits  at  the  switchboard, 
and  tells  her  young  wooer  of  how  thoroughly 
she  and  her  mates  keep  their  touch  on  the 
pulse-beats  of  a  great  city.  For  Wanda  is  a 
new  type  evolved  by  modern  conditions  of 
business.  She  represents  the  young  girl 
forced,  by  her  wage-earning  in  the  business 
world,  into  a  premature  knowledge  of  the  big 
and  little  sins  of  humanity.  Such  girls,  who 
have  character  enough  to  keep  their  balance, 
often  have  a  knowledge  of  life  and  men  un- 
dreamed of  by  women  living  sheltered  lives, 
and  yet,  with  that  knowledge,  and  the  cool 
comradeship  with  men  that  conditions  force 
upon  them,  they  manage  to  retain  a  few  il- 
lusions, and  the  fresh,  virginal  charm  of  un- 
sullied youth.  Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


ZANDONAI  AND  STRAUSS. 


[From  an  extended  review  and  criticism  which 
Senor  Fernando  Somoza  Vivas,  consul-general  of 
Honduras  in  this  city,  has  favored  the  Argonaut, 
the  following  paragraphs  are  presented.  It  is 
hardly  fair  to  the  contributor  to  give  extracts  from 
his  article,  but  he  will  pardon  the  necessity  that 
the  limited  space  of  this  department  creates. — Ed.] 

With  the  exception  of  "Conchita,"  which  is 
entirely  new,  and  "Salome,"  of  which  we  had 
only  heard  parts  of  orchestration  and  the 
piano  arrangement,  the  repertory  of  the  pres- 
ent season  of  Lambardi  is  well  known  to  us. 
Both  of  these  works  have  given  us  the  satis- 
faction of  having  put  us  into  touch  with  the 
great  steps  in  modern  music,  for  both  operas 
are   decidedly   of  the   Wagnerian   school. 

Be  it  confessed  that  on  reading  the  argu- 
ment of  "Conchita,"  based  on  a  novel  of  the 
author  of  "Aphrodite,"  a  mountain  of  preju- 
dices arose  in  our  mind.  The  Spanish 
cigarette-maker.  Carmen,  Jose,  the  contra- 
bandists, the  scenes  of  the  mountain,  and  the 
thoughts  of  the  jealousies  and  struggles  of 
the  unhappy  lover  of  Carmen  rushed  in  upon 
our  remembrances  of  the  music  of  Bizet. 
How  difficult  to  take  the  place  of  a  sublime 
artist,  who  has  created  the  soul  of  Spanish 
music  entirely  around  a  popular  plot!  On 
hearing  the  opera  of  Zandonai  we  felt,  with 
the  audience  which  filled  the  Cort  Theatre 
in  this  city,  the  intensest  admiration  for  the 
notable  musician,  who  is  the  hope  of  Italy 
and  of  the  artistic  world ;  but,  outside  of  a 
few  airs  of  the  serenade  and  of  the  scenic 
whole  and  characters,  the  work  is  not  Span- 
ish, but  rather  a  beautiful  creation  of  sym- 
phonic  art. 

"Conchita,"  which  is  an  absolute  gem  from 
the  orchestral  point  of  view,  and  in  the  en- 
semble of  its  esthetic  expression,  is  not  in- 
tensively true,  in  so  far  as  it  refers  to  the 
spirit  of  Spanish  music.  This  in  no  way  de- 
tracts from  the  merits  of  Zandonai,  and  elimi- 
nating the  argument,  we  have  felt  its  beauti- 
ful  symphonic   composition   deeply. 

"Salome,"  by  Richard  Strauss,  is  a  marvel. 
Beside  the  "Sixth  Symphony"  of  the  immor- 
tal Beethoven  to  the  "Hymn  to  the  Sun  of 
Iris,"  compared  to  the  duet  of  Tristan  and 
Isolde,  or  the  Pilgrims'  Chorus  from  "Tann- 
hauser,"  beside  the  best  pieces  of  the  crea- 
tions of  Boito,  Puccini,  Leoncavallo,  and 
Girodano,  it  is  simply  admirable. 


We  do  not  enter  into  the  question  of  the 
morality  or  the  immorality  of  the  motive  of 
the  opera.  For  the  true  aesthetic  judge,  the 
moral  is  completely  foreign  to  the  domains 
of  pure  art ;  whether  the  character  is  good 
or  bad,  the  question  rests  on  the  artist's  paint- 
ing it  with  the  colors  of  truth  and  life.  The 
drama  of  "Salome"  is  not  a  novel.  By  means 
of  the  Evangelists,  the  Bible  paints  for  us  in 
vivid  colors  the  existence  of  the  Kings  of 
Israel  at  the  time  of  the  schism  of  Samaria, 
and  the  figures  of  Herodiade  and  of  Salome, 
of  Herod  Antipas  and  of  John  the  Baptist, 
can  be  seen  as  well  in  the  evangelist  as  in 
the  work  of  Oscar  Wilde,  and.  for  our  aes- 
thetic sentiments,  only  the  weakness  of  the 
character  of  Herod,  after  consenting  to  the 
death  of  the  apostle,  is  really  repulsive,  for 
nothing  oppresses  the  heart  more  than 
wretchedness  of  character.  If  he  had  suf- 
ficient courage  to  sacrifice  the  life  of  a  man 
to  his  insane  passion  for  Salome,  to  tremble 
like  a  coward  before  the  performed  deeds  was 
only  suitable  for  an  undeserving  and  un- 
worthy king. 

It  is  absurd  to  insist  on  the  moral  in  a 
work  of  art.  How  can  a  Medea  be  made 
virtuous,  or  a  Cleopatra  or  Semiramis  be 
converted  into  a  candid  virgin?  Or  how  can 
Nebuchadnezzar  or  Herod  the  Great  be  made 
saints?  It  is  truly  inappropriate  to  speak  of 
ethics  in  aesthetic  questions,  and  we  find  an 
unbridled  strain  of  ragtime  a  thousand  times 
more  indecent  than  the  dance  of  the  seven 
veils. 

It  is  a  fact  that  the  orchestra  has  not  been 
complete.  The  Strauss  opera  needs  120  mu- 
sicians to  allow  all  the  instruments  which 
symbolize  the  murmurs  of  the  winds,  the  dis- 
tant echoes  of  the  desert  wolves,  the  hooting 
of  the  owls,  the  rustle  of  the  foliage  of  the 
trees,  as  well  as  the  music  of  the  feast  hall, 
and  the  martial  airs  of  the  neighboring  mili- 
tary quarters.  All  this  being  impossible  with 
sixty  musicians,  it  is  here  that  the  mastery 
of  Bavagnoli's  baton  looms  forth,  for  with 
almost  one-half  of  the  usual  orchestra  he  has 
conducted  the  work  of  Strauss  with  admirable 
success.  All  those  who  have  felt  the  treasure 
of  Strauss  have  come  out  with  a  disquieted 
spirit.  It  is  a  work  of  genius.  Without 
question,  it  is  not  a  work  for  business  pur- 
poses, and  amongst  the  most  educated  public 
it  would  not  stand  prolonged  repetition,  be- 
cause the  people  do  not  want  to  go  to  the 
theatre  to  study,  but  to  enjoy  themselves. 
This  work,  like  the  great  creations  of  Rich- 
ard Wagner,  will  be  presented  as  in  a  sanc- 
tuary for  chosen  souls  in  Bayreuth,  where 
only  those  go  who  love  the  symphonic  world 
of  throbs  of  the  universe,  imperceptible  for 
the   crowds. 

As  for  the  presentation  of  the  work,  it  has 
been  perfect.  The  voice  of  Zizolfi,  which  re- 
vealed itself  as  a  rich  contralto  in  Mme. 
Butterfly,  was  brilliant  in  Herodiade.  Agos- 
ttni,  omitting  the  defects  attributed  above  to 
the  character  of  Herod,  sang  admirably,  and 
helped  very  much  toward  the  success  of  the 
work.  The  same  can  be  said  of  Nicoletti, 
who  made  a  fine  John.  But  our  enthusiasm 
passes  all  limits  of  expression  before  the  two 
great  arists  of  "Salome":  Conductor  Bavag- 
noli  and  Tarquinia  Tarquini.  The  first  was 
a  genius  of  magnetic  power,  who  led  us  over 
the  desolate  plains  of  Judea  and  Samaria, 
hearing  the  old  biblical  instruments  and  the 
tempests  of  passions  of  monarchies  decrepit 
with  vice,  while  Tarquini,  with  her  sweet  or 
terrible  image,  according  to  the  moment  of 
passion  represented  during  the  course  of  the 
performance,  seems  the  white  dove,  which 
Nabaruoth  speaks  of,  or  the  serpent  which 
the  prophet  curses,  but  always  sublime,  al- 
ways the  superior  artist,  superior  to  all  exag- 
geration. Fernando   Somoza  Vivas. 


The  President's  Band  at  the  Greek  Theatre. 

Under  the  auspices  of  the  Music  and  Dra- 
matic Committee  of  the  University  at  Berke- 
ley the  United  States  Marine  Band  of  Wash- 
ington will  give  two  special  programmes 
which  will  include  such  masterpieces  as  the 
"Peer  Gynt"  Suite  by  Grieg,  Dvorak's  sym- 
phony, "From  the  New  World,"  Bizet's  suite 
"L'Arlessiene,"  selections  from  Humper- 
dinck's  fairy  opera,  "Hansel  und  Gretel."  and 
others  of  equal  merit  at  the  Greek  Theatre 
this  Saturday  afternoon.  October  19,  at  three, 
and  in  the  evening  at  8:15. 

The  band's  finest  soloists  will  add  to  the  in- 
terest of  the  programmes,  and  Miss  Mary 
Sherrier.  a  brilliant  coloratura  soprano,  will 
lend  variety  to  the  bandsmen's  offerings. 

Seats  may  be  secured  at  the  usual  ticket 
offices  in  San  Francisco  and  Berkeley.  The 
same  popular  prices  as  in  San  Francisco  will 
prevail,  unreserved  scats  being  50  cents  and 
half-price  for  children  at  the  matinee. 
■*♦•- 

David  Belasco's  article  in  the  October 
Century  Magazine  on  "The  Playwright  and 
the  Box-Office"  contains  expert  advice  to  sea- 
soned dramatists,  as  well  as  to  beginners.  It 
is  Mr.  Belasco's  position  that  even  the  vet- 
erans forget  the  elementary  lessons  in  play- 
building,  and  that  all  that  write  for  the  stage 
should  study  the  "front  of  the  house"  even 
more  carefully  than  the  sta^c  itself. 


A   Sparkling   Burgundy   that   has   no   peer   is 
the  Italian-Swiss  Colony's  AST1    Rnrr.E.     It   is 
naturally  fermented  in  the  bottle  and  not  car- 
I  bonated. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


QRPHEUM   0,F£S^E/T 

— —     Safes!  and  Most  Magnificent  Theatre  in  Americe. 

Week  Beginning  thU  Sunday  Afternoon 
Matinee  Every  Day 
A  GREAT  NEW  COMEDY  BILL 
rOSEPH  JEFFERSON  and  FELICE  MORRIS    In 
Jesse   L.   Lesley's  production    of  William  C.   I''* 
Mille's    Problem    Play.  "  In    !'.<»" :  ALP.ERTTNA 
RASI  IIS     "LE     PALLET    CLASSIQUE."     "itli 
Domina  Marini.  assisted  by  Marcel  Bronskt  &  Co. 
of  ten;    FRASKLYN    ARIiELL  4   CO.,   in    "The 

Siurragette";     Melville    and    BIGGINS,    in 
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October  19,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 

So  the  New  York  restaurateur  has  in- 
flicted a  fresh  gouge  upon  a  public  too  abject 
to  resist.  A  year  ago  he  put  forth  a  piteous 
wail  on  the  subject  of  the  high  price  of 
living,  and  so  decided  to  charge  10  cents  in- 
stead of  nothing  for  potatoes.  Of  course  no 
human  being  could  eat  10  cents'  worth  of  po- 
tatoes without  splitting  at  the  seams,  but  the 
restaurateur  got  away  with  the  extortion  and 
even  managed  to  pose  as  a  sort  of  martyr.  Now 
he  makes  another  move  in  the  same  direction 
and  announces  an  extra  charge  of  10  cents 
for  bread  and  butter.  It  is  even  more  im- 
possible to  eat  10  cents'  worth  of  bread  and 
butter  than  to  eat  10  cents'  worth  of  potatoes, 
but  the  long-suffering  customer  will  swallow 
it — the  extra  charge,  not  the  bread  and  butter 
— and  will  feel  that  it  is  in  some  way  beneath 
his  dignity  to  kick  like  a  steer,  as  of  course 
he  ought  to  do.  What  we  are  really  suffering 
from  is  not  high  prices  nor  extortion,  but  a 
national  disinclination  to  kick.  And  it  may 
be  that  when  we  have  overcome  that  disin- 
clination our  kicks  will  not  be  of  the  meta- 
phorical kind,  but  that  they  will  be  directed 
against  that  part  of  the  human  anatomy  de- 
signed and  cushioned  by  Providence  for  that 
purpose.  And  the  restaurateur  will  have  first 
claim. 


The  tragical  death  of  Mrs.  J.  R.  McLean, 
owner  of  the  Hope  diamond  and  of  the 
"bil'ion-dollar  baby,"  will  give  a  fresh  im- 
petus to  those  forms  of  belief  that  we  call 
superstition.  It  will  be  remembered  that  Mr. 
McLean  bought  this  marvelous  gem  about 
eighteen  months  ago.  Its  reputation  at  the 
time  was  a  distinctly  bad  one,  and  there  was 
no  reason  to  suppose  that  it  had  reformed. 
From  Tavernier,  who  acquired  it  in  1688 — 
and  acquired  is  a  good,  safe  word  and  not 
libelous — down  to  Abdul  Hamid,  ex-Sultan  of 
Turkey,  now  in  prison  for  his  country's  good, 
every  one  who  ever  owned  the  great  blue  dia- 
mond had  met  misfortune.  Its  possessors 
were  either  shot,  or  went  mad,  or  were  mar- 
ried, or  drowned,  or  beggared.  Mme.  de 
Maintenon  and  Marie  Leczinska  were  dis- 
missed from  court,  and  Marie  Antoinette  was 
executed.  Lesser  people  met  less  conspicuous 
but  equally  unpleasant  ends,  and  even  the 
jeweler  who  bought  it  after  the  fall  of  Abdul 
Hamid  was  lost  in  a  shipwreck  at  Singapore. 
When  Mr.  McLean  bought  the  diamond  he 
stipulated  that  if  it  should  prove  to  be  unre- 
generate  he  should  have  the  right  to  exchange 
it,  and  he  refused  to  pay  the  first  installment 
of  $40,000  when  two  of  his  servants  died  in 
quick  succession  and  his  mother  became  dan- 
gerously ill.  There  was  a  lawsuit  that  was 
ultimately  arranged  in  some  way,  but  the  Mc- 
Leans kept  the  diamond.  The  post  hoc  ergo 
propter  hoc  is  a  dangerous  argument,  but  the 
fact  remains  that  Mrs.  McLean  is  dead  as  the 
result  of  a  chapter  of  accidents  that  pre- 
vented the  attendance  of  the  medical  spe- 
cialist who  could  probably  have  saved  her  life 
if  only  because  of  her  complete  confidence 
in  him. 

Heaven  forbid  that  we  should  be  super- 
stitious. But  is  it  a  superstition  to  believe 
that  there  may  conceivably  be  forces  in  na- 
ture of  which  we  know  nothing,  subtle  poten- 
cies in  life  that  are  not  yet  discovered? 


A  Philadelphia  judge  has  had  the  good 
sense  to  discharge  a  young  man  who  had 
been  arrested  on  the  heinous  charge  of  kiss- 
ing his  sweetheart  as  he  took  leave  of  her  at 
her  own  door.  "This  boy  has  committed  no 
crime,"  said  the  wise  judge.  "Things  have 
come  to  a  pretty  pass  when  a  man  can  not 
kiss  his  girl  in  the  street.  If  a  girl  is  good 
enough  to  be  kissed,  she  ought  to  be  kissed 
out  in  the  open  so  that  everybody  can-  see." 

Certainly  there  is  much  to  be  said  for  pub- 
licity in  such  matters.  And  yet,  on  the  other 
hand,  it  may  be  conceded  that  no  one  has  the 
right  so  to  act  as  to  arouse  feelings  of  jeal- 
ousy and  envy  in   the  minds  of  others. 


By  all  means  let  us  denounce  the  "freakish 
French  fashions"  if  we  find  it  gratifying  to 
our  microscopic  souls,  but  let  us  do  it  on 
reasonable  grounds.  Anyway  it  won't  make 
a  particle  of  difference  to  the  women  who 
wear  the  fashions,  for  they  are  just  as  proof 
against  denunciation  as  the  weather  or  the 
tax  collector.  But  for  the  sake  of  our  own 
self-respect  we  may  as  well  be  intelligent 
about  it.  We  are  now  told  that  we  ought  not 
to  wear  these  fashionable  costumes  because 
they  are  destroying  the  petticoat  industry,  it 
being  a  well-known  fact  that  neither  petti- 
coats nor  any  other  kind  of  undergarment  can 
be  persuaded   between  the  dress  and  the  skin. 

Now  the  idea  that  we  must  continue  to 
wear  an  unnecessary  garment  merely  because 
a  certain  number  of  people  gain  a  living  by 
making  that  unnecessary  garment  is  a  pre- 
posterous one.  There  was  a  time  when  every 
gentleman  wore  a  wig,  and  doubtless  its  abo- 
lition was  deeply  resented  by  the  wig-makers. 
Every  gentleman  carried  a  sword,  and  the 
change  of  custom  must  have  been  bad  for  the 
sword-maker.  .f  we  were  all  to  go  to  bed 
at  nine  o'clock  a  large  number  of  policemen 
would  be  thrown  out  of  work.  If  we  were  to 
1  I  it  would  be  a  bad  thing   for 

n.!  if  a  few  of  us  were  to  deviate 
nip-  into  honesty  there  would  be 


a  serious  slump  in  the  legal  profession.  An 
observance  of  nature's  laws  would  ruin  the 
doctors,  and  of  course  we  should  have  to  stop 
inventing  machinery  for  fear  that  laborers 
might  be  thrown  out  of  work.  We  are  sorry 
for  the  people  who  used  to  make  petticoats, 
but  it  is  perfectly  evident  that  if  there  is  no 
room  for  the  petticoat — and  we  can  see  for 
ourselves  that  there  isn't — there  can  be  no 
room  for  the  makers  of  petticoats.  They 
must  make  something  else,  and  if  we  may 
offer  a  word  of  unobtrusive  advice  we  should 
recommend  them  to  make  something  that  is 
comparatively  out  of  reach  of  the  feminine 
fashion-maker. 


The  London  employer  of  the  "gaudy  typist" 
is  having  the  same  difficulty  with  his  young 
women  as  his  New  York  confrere.  He  can 
not  persuade  her  to  dress  herself  before  com- 
ing to  work,  or  at  least  to  put  on  more  cloth- 
ing than  is  necessary  to  contain  the  over- 
powering perfumes  with  which  she  anoints 
herself.  He  objects  to  the  blazing  panorama 
of  color  that  she  affects,  and  moreover  he  is 
of  opinion  that  the  first  two  hours  of  every 
morning  may  be  spent  more  profitably  than 
in  the  smouldering  jealousies  and  rancors  pro- 
duced in  the  juvenile  feminine  mind  by  the 
sight  of  rival  costumes.  Certain  sumptuary 
laws  have  therefore  been  ordained,  limiting 
and  defining  the  areas  of  cutaneous  tissue  that 
may  be  exposed  and  moderating  the  ferocity 
of  colors,  perfumery,  and  jewelry.  And  of 
course  there  has  been  a  wail  of  indignation 
from  the  victims  and  a  trumpeting  of  de- 
fiance from  those  whose  conception  of 
woman's  mission  is  to  do  whatever  she 
wishes,  when  she  wishes,  and  how  she  wishes. 
The  working  woman,  we  are  told  will  never 
submit  to  wear  a  uniform,  although  why  she 
should  not  wear  a  uniform  it  is  hard  to  un- 
derstand. Kings  wear  uniforms;  so  do  mili- 
tary and  naval  officers,  convicts,  railroad  con- 
ductors, and  parsons.  We  all  wear  uni- 
forms. 

All  except  women.  So  far  women  have 
been  exempt.  They  have  been  allowed  to 
wear  anything  they  pleased,  or  nothing.  Now 
the  clerk  who  sits  on  the  next  chair  to  the 
"gaudy  typist"  may  not  wear  anything  he 
pleases.  He  must  not  come  to  his  work  in 
khaki,  or  flannels.  He  must  not  wear  knee 
breeches,  or  tennis  shoes.  His  general  cos- 
tume is  outlined  for  him  somewhat  strictly, 
and  if  he  deviates  from  it  he  will  probably 
be  fired,  seeing  that  eccentricities  in  dress 
usually  imply  eccentricities  in  mind.  But  the 
man  does  not  raise  his  coyote  wail  upon  the 
wind.  He  does  not  consider  himself  down- 
trodden or  a  serf.  Being  only  a  man,  he 
knows  that  life  consists  in  not  being  allowed 
to  do  things  that  he  wants  to  do  and  being 
compelled  to  do  things  that  he  does  not  want 
to  do.  The  sense  of  restraint,  of  compulsion, 
has  become  second  nature  to  him,  and  it  is 
one  that  the  working  woman  will  have  to  ac- 
quire as  soon  as  she  can  overcome  her  petri- 
fication of  amazed  indignation  at  finding  that 
there  are  situations  in  which  she  can  not  have 
her  own  way. 

Lady  Duff-Gordon,  who  is  supposed  to 
know  everything  that  can  be  known  about  Eu- 
ropean fashions,  has  just  reached  New  York 
and  at  once  poured  out  her  soul  to  the  re- 
porters assembled  on  the  pier. 

"Simplicity  is  the  note  of  fashion  today," 
she  said.  "If  one  wants  to  be  in  the  height 
of  fashion  one  must  wear  clothing  as  simple 
as  that  worn  by  the  schoolboy.  In  fact,  fash- 
ionable women  at  present  are  trying  to  make 
their  heads  as  small  as  the  head  of  an  average 
boy.  Rats  and  puffs,  curls  and  other  artificial 
hair  increasers  have  been  ruthlessly  thrown 
to  one  side.  The  stylish  coiffure  is  the  one 
that  disregards  all  artificial  aids  and  makes 
the  hair  on  the  top  of  the  head  as  thin  as 
possible.  The  hair  is  now  braided  on  the 
sides  and  curled  over  the  ears  and  sides  of 
the  face.  Many  of  the  passengers  on  this 
boat  have  their  hair  dressed  in  that  manner. 
While  I  say  that  to  be  stylish  one  must  wear 
simple  clothing  I  do  not  mean  that  there  are 
no  new  startling  styles  to  be  seen  in  Paris. 
Just  before  I  left  I  saw  the  most  fantastic 
costume  of  the  year  worn  by  a  well-known 
society  woman.  This  creation  displayed  the 
wearer's  knees  in  the  front  and  revealed  the 
back  of  her  legs  and  knees  behind.  Whether 
that  particular  costume  will  have  many  ad- 
mirers I  can  not  say.  I  don't  believe  that 
men  will  wear  brilliant  colors.  While  it  is 
true  that  their  shooting  garments  are  tinged 
with  a  mauve  that  resembles  the  heather, 
there  have  been  no  scarlet  and  green  dress 
suits  advertised  and  I  have  not  heard  of  men 
being  seen  wearing  pink  trousers  and  yellow 
coats." 


Leoncavallo  lias  boiled  down  his  "Pag- 
liacci"  to  one  act,  and  in  this  shape  it  is  to 
be  sung  twice  daily  at  a  London  theatre  by 
a  special  company  from  Milan.  His  new 
opera,  "The  Gypsies."  is  also  to  be  produced 
in  London,  and  it  is  said  that  he  has  been 
paid  $20,000  in  advance. 


A  provision  dealer  in  the  neighborhood  of 
Earls  Court  took  advantage  of  the  recent  ex- 
hibition called  Shakespeare's  England  to  hang 
out  the  sign:  "When  visiting  Shakespeare's 
England  eat  England's  Bacon." 


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October  19,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


Here  is  an  essay  composed  by  a  boy  of  nine 
on  Cromwell :  "Cromwell  was  a  wicked  man, 
and  killed  lots  of  men.  He  had  a  nose  of 
copper  hew,  under  which  dwelt  a  truly  re- 
ligious soul." 


Mgr,  Donner,  Archbishop  of  Bordeaux,  was 
taken  to  task  for  his  friendly  intercourse  with 
the  Protestant  minister  in  that  city.  The 
very  tolerant  prince  of  the  church  replied : 
'"Pray  allow  me  to  have  the  pleasure  of  see- 
ing him  in  this  world,  as  I  am  not  so  sure  of 
meeting  him  in  the  next." 


A  doctor's  patient  was  answering  the  usual 
list  of  queries  prior  to  entering  upon  a 
course  of  treatment.  "Are  you  a  steady  or  a 
periodical  drinker?"  asked  the  physician. 
"Periodical,"  was  the  reply.  "Plow  long  be- 
tween periods?"  The  poor  fellow  studied  a 
moment,  that  he  might  answer  correctly,  and 
replied  :      "About    twenty    minutes." 


The  banquet  ball  was  adorned  with  many 
beautiful  paintings,  and  the  president  of  the 
little  college  was  called  upon  to  respond  to 
a  toast.  Wishing  to  pay  a  compliment  to  the 
ladies  present  he  designated  the  paintings 
with  an  eloquent  gesture  and  said:  "What 
need  is  there  of  these  painted  beauties  when 
we  have  so  many  with  us  at  the  table?" 


The  motto  above  the  great  editor's  desk 
read :  "Accuracy,  Accuracy,  Accuracy !" 
Therefore  the  story  turned  in  by  the  cub  re- 
porter contained  this  statement:  "Three 
thousand  nine  hundred  and  ninety-nine  eyes 
were  fixed  upon  the  speaker."  "What  means 
this  fool  statement?"  asked  the  great  editor, 
as  he  prepared  to  use  the  blue  pencil.  "One 
man  was  blind  in  one  eye,"  explained  the 
cub. 


After  a  dinner  given  by  Stephen  Price,  of 
Drury  Lane  Theatre,  all  the  guests  but  Theo- 
dore Hook  and  the  Rev.  Edward  Cannon  re- 
tired. Price  was  suffering  from  gout,  but  as 
they  disregarded  his  hints  to  retire,  he  stole 
off  and  left  them  in  high  talk.  On  the  fol- 
lowing morning  he  inquired  of  his  servant: 
"Pray,  at  what  time  did  those  gentlemen  go 
last  night?"  "Go  sir?"  replied  John;  "they're 
not  gone,  sir  ;  they  have  just  rung  for  coffee." 


One  of  John  Quincy  Adams's  clients,  whose 
case  was  to  be  tried  on  a  certain  morning, 
found  that  he  could  not  get  his  counsel  to 
leave  his  fishing-boat  except  long  enough  to 
write  a  note  to  the  judge,  which  read:  "Dear 
Judge :  For  the  sake  of  old  Izaak  Walton, 
please  continue  my  case  until  Friday.  The 
smelt  are  biting,  and  I  can't  leave."  And  the 
judge,  having  read  the  note,  announced  to  the 
court:  "Mr.  Adams  is  detained  on  important 
business." 


"A  Book  of  Scotch  Humor"  illustrates 
anew  of  a  native  of  Annandale  the  saying 
that  a  prophet  is  not  without  honor  save  in 
his  own  country.  "I  ken  them  a',"  said  the 
rustic,  speaking  of  the  Carlyles.  "Jock's  a 
doctor  aboot  London.  Tarn's  a  harem-scarem 
kind  o'  chiel,  an'  wreats  book  an'  that.  But 
Jamie — yon's  his  farm  you  see  owre  yonder 
— Jamie's  the  man  o'  that  family,  an'  I'm 
prood  to  say  I  ken  him.  Jamie  Carlyle,  sir, 
feeds  the  best  swine  that  come  into  Dumfries 
market." 


A  little  boy  swallowed  a  coin  and  his  fran- 
tic mother  immediately  called  the  family  doc- 
tor. When  he  arrived  the  mother  was  in  hys- 
terics, thinking  her  son  was  about  to  die. 
The  physician  looked  the  smiling  youngster 
over  and  in  a  solemn  voice  asked  :  "Who  is 
your  pastor?"  This  caused  more  tears,  and 
in  a  trembiing  tone  she  inquired  :  "Oh,  doc- 
tor, is  it  as  serious  as  that?"  The  doctor  re- 
peated the  question  and  this  time  the  mother 
replied :  "I  go  to  the  Christian  Church." 
The  physician  looked  puzzled  for  a  moment, 
and  then  said:  "Yes,  I  know  your  pastor. 
Better  send  for  him ;  he  is  the  best  man  to 
raise  money  that  I   know." 


It  was  in  a  Kansas  City  club  that  this  hap- 
pened, and  they  were  all  young  men.  Three 
or  four  of  them  were  home  from  Yale  for 
the  summer  vacation,  and  the  collegians  had 
just  been  introduced  to  a  quiet  young  man 
of  twenty-five.  The  quiet  young  man  dropped 
a  remark  showing  familiarity  with  campuses. 
"Oh,"    said    the    leader    of    the    Yale    crowd, 


with  a  touch  of  surprise  in  his  voice,  "are 
you  a  college  man?"  "Yes,"  said  the  quiet 
young  man,  "I  was  graduated  from  K.  U. 
three  years  ago."  "Oh,  yes,"  said  the  Yale 
man,  with  cheery  condescension,  "to  be  sure. 
Nice  little  school  that.  I've  been  in  Law- 
rence once  or  twice.  We're  all  from  Ya'.e 
ourselves,  you  know."  "Yes,"  the  K.  U.  man 
told  them  quietly;  "I've  heard  quite  a  bit 
about  New  Haven.  I  have  fourteen  Yale 
men   working  for  me." 


Among  the  ancestors  of  Wendell  Phillips 
were  several  Puritan  clergymen.  Perhaps  it 
was  a  push  of  heredity  which  made  him,  at 
five  years  of  age,  a  preacher.  His  congrega- 
tion was  composed  of  circles  of  chairs,  ar- 
ranged in  his  father's  parlor,  while  a  taller 
chair,  with  a  Bible  on  it,  served  him  for  a 
pu'.pit.  He  would  harangue  these  wooden 
auditors  by  the  hour.  '"Wendell,"  said  his 
father  to  him  one  day,  "don't  you  get  tired 
of  this?"  "No,  papa,"  wittily  replied  the 
boy-preacher ;  "I  don't  get  tired,  but  it  is 
rather  hard  on  the  chairs." 


John  Drew  has  always  been  noted  for  his 
clever  retorts.  His  latest,  which  is  credited 
with  having  occurred  in  a  Broadway  barber 
shop,  somewhat  dumfounded  the  tonsorial 
artist.  Mr.  Drew  has  very  fine  and  silky 
brown  hair.  It  looks  a  little  thin  when  it  is 
uncombed,  but  properly  arranged  it  shows  it- 
self to  be  very  thick  and  comely.  As  the 
barber  laid  his  moist,  cool  palm  on  the  actor's 
skull  he  said:  "You  are  somewhat  bald,  sir. 
Have  you  tried  our  special  tonic  ?"  "Yes," 
returned  Mr.  Drew.  "But  that  wasn't  what 
made  my  hair  fall  out." 


Old  Newton,  a  well-known  London  magis- 
trate, once  had  a  crazy  street-preacher  be- 
fore him,  charged  with  obstructing  the  thor- 
oughfare. He  saw  that  he  was  a  harmless  im- 
becile, and,  being  a  kind-hearted  man,  did  not 
feel  like  punishing  him,  so  he  said:  "Of 
course  we  can't  have  thoroughfares  obstructed 
in  this  way  ;  but  if  you  can  give  me  the  name 
of  a  friend  who  will  be  your  surety  that 
there  will  be  no  recurrence  of  this  nuisance, 
I'll  discharge  you."  "I  have  no  friend,"  said 
the  man,  "save  the  Lord."  "Quite  so,"  said 
old  Newton  ;  "but  I  mean  a  friend  who  is  a 
householder  in  London."  "The  Lord,"  said 
the  man,  "is  everywhere."  "Certainly,  cer- 
tainly," said  Newton,  as  he  took  a  fresh 
pinch  of  snuff  and  twisted  up  his  brow  ;  "but 
I  must  trouble  you  for  a  surety  of — well,  of 
what   I   might  call   a  more  settled  residence." 


Couldock's  company  was  once  barn-storm- 
ing through  Virginia.  It  was  at  Petersburg 
and  the  play  was  "The  Chimney  Corner." 
All  through  the  audience  sat  in  distressing 
silence,  neither  laughing  nor  shedding  a  tear, 
although  "The  Chimney  Corner"  abounds 
with  humor  and  pathos,  and  the  company 
then  producing  it  was  of  great  merit  for 
those  times.  Couldock  appeared  to  pay  no 
attention  to  the  apathy  of  his  audience  until 
just  at  the  close  of  the  perfurmance.  The 
concluding  lines  of  the  play  are  somewhat  to 
this  effect:  "You,  John,  are  happy,  and  so 
are  you,  Ellen ;  so  am  I,  and  so  are  we  all. 
Let  us  hope  that  our  friends,  the  public, 
share  our  happiness."  But  to  the  surprise  of 
everybody,  Couldock  fell  into  a  towering  pas- 
sion when  he  reached  these  lines,  and,  in 
thundering  tones,  he  said :  "You,  John,  are 
happy,  and   so  are  you,   Ellen;   so   am   I,   and 

so  are  we  all,  except  the fools 

that  have   been  sitting  like   stoughton-bottles 
in   front  of  the  footlights  tonight !" 


Roscoe  Conkling  came  into  Charles  O'Con- 
nor's office  one  day  in  quite  a  nervous  state. 
"You  seem  to  be  very  much  excited,  Mr. 
Conkling,"  said  Mr.  O'Connor,  as  Roscoe 
walked  up  and  down  the  room.  "Yes,  I'm 
provoked — I  am  provoked,"  said  Mr.  Conk- 
ling ;  "I  never  had  a  client  dissatisfied  about 
ray  fee  before."  "Well,  what's  the  matter?" 
asked  O'Connor.  "Why,  I  defended  Gibbons 
for  arson,  you  know.  He  was  convicted,  but 
I  did  hard  work  for  him.  I  took  him  to  the 
superior  court  and  he  was  convicted ;  then 
to  the  supreme  court,  and  the  supreme  court 
confirmed  him  the  judgment  and  gave  him 
ten  years.  I  charged  him  six  hundred  dol- 
lars, and  Gibbons  is  grumbling  about  it — says 
it  is  too  much.  Now,  Mr.  O'Connor,  I  ask 
you,  was  that  too  much  ?"  "Well,"  said 
O'Connor,  very  deliberately,  "of  course  you 
did  a  great  deal  of  work,  and  six  hundred 
dollars  is  not  a  big  fee ;  but  to  be  frank 
with  you,  Mr.  Conkling,  my  deliberate  opin- 
ion is  that  he  might  have  been  convicted  for 
less  money." 


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Paid-Up  Capital $  4.000,000 

Surplus  and  UndiviuVd  Protiits 1,7<ni,<hhi 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

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Washington  Dodge Vice-Presitk-nt 

Jos.   Fkiedlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hint Vice-President 

R.  Altschui Cashier 

C.  R.  Parker.  Assistant  Cashiur    Wm.  1 1.  Ilion,  Assistant  Cashier 

'  H.  Chovnski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.  R.HritnicK  .Assistant  Ciishier 

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Deposits 30. 1 04.366.00 

Total  Resource* 49.41 5,266. 1 1 

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F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.    Wilson Vice-President 

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JOSEPH    SLOSS  HENRY    ROSENFELD 

PERCY    T.    MORGAN  JAMES    L.    FLOOD 

F.    W.    VAN    SICKLEN  J.    HENRY    MEYER 

WM.    F.    HERRI  N  A.    H.    PAYSON 

JOHN    C.    KIRKPATRICK       CHAS.    J.    DEERING 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


October  19,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 

A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the  Bay  of  San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the   following  department : 

The  engagement  at  Miss  Kate  Peterson  and 
Mr.  John  Ward  Mailliard.  Jr.,  was  announced  last 
week  at  a  luncheon  given  by  Mrs.  Ferd  C.  Peter- 
son at  her  home  in  Belvedere  to  friends  of  her 
daughters,  complimentary  to  Miss  Henri  ette 
Blanding.  Mr.  John  W.  Mailliard  was  host  at  a 
luncheon  in  town  at  which  his  friends  and  his 
son's  friends  were  apprised  of  the  betrothal. 
Miss  Peterson  is  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Ferdinand  C.  Peterson,  sister  of  Messrs.  Somers 
and  Baltzer  Peterson,  granddaughter  of  Mrs.  W. 
1.  Somers,  niece  of  Dr.  George  B.  Somers,  Mrs. 
"ll.    P.    Milter,   Mr.    Frank  B.    Peterson,    Messrs.   F. 

A.  Somers  and  Roy  Somers,  and  Mrs.  M.  P. 
Jones.  Mr.  John  Ward  Mailliard,  Jr.,  is-  the 
son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  W.  Mailliard,  nephew 
of  Mr.  Joseph  Mailliard.  Miss  L.  M.  Mailliard, 
Mr.  George  Payu,  Mr.  Arthur  Page,  and  Mrs. 
Horace  Hellmann.  No  plans  have  as  yet  been 
made    for   the  wedding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hugh  B.  Jones  of  San  Rafael 
have  announced  the  engagement  of  their  daugh- 
ter. Miss  Gladys  Jones,  to  Mr.  Kent  Mercer 
Weaver,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  L.  Weaver  of  Port- 
land. Oregon.  Miss  Jones  is  a  sister  of  Mrs. 
Hodgson  (formerly  Miss  Edith  Jones),  wife  of 
Lieutenant  Hodgson,  U.  S.  N.  She  is  the  niece 
of  Mrs.  Frederick  W.  King  and  a  cousin  of  the 
Messrs.  Boswell  and  William  King  and  Ensign 
Thomas  Starr  King,  Jr.,  U.  S.  X.  The  wedding 
will  be   an   event   of  the   winter. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Constance  McLaren  and 
Mr.  Millen  Griffith  took  place  Wednesday  after- 
noon at  four  o'clock  in  St.  Luke's  Episcopal 
Church.  Miss  Dora  Winn  was  the  bride's  maid 
of  honor,  and  the  bridesmaids  were  the  Misses 
Ethel  McAllister,  Cora  Otis,  Mauricia  Mintzer, 
Elizabeth  Cunningham,  Isabel  Beaver,  and  Har- 
riet Pomeroy.  Mr.  Griffith  was  attended  by  his 
cousin,  Mr.  James  Jenkins,  and  the  Messrs.  Whar- 
ton Thurston,  John  Cushing,  Harry  Evans,  and 
Tom  Barnes,  and  Frank  Kennedy  and  Loyall  Mc- 
Laren were  the  ushers.  A  reception  was  held  at 
the  home  on  Jackson  Street  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Norman  McLaren.  Mrs.  Griffith  is  a  niece  of 
Mrs.  Harold  Sevvall  of  Maine,  the  Messrs.  R. 
Porter,  Gaston,  and  Sidney  Ashe,  and  Miss  Eliza 
beth  Ashe.  The  groom  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  E.  G. 
Griffith  of  Ross,  the  grandson  of  the  late  Captain 
Millen  Griffith,  and  a  nephew  of  the  Misses  Grif- 
fith of  this  city-,   and  Miss   Coppee  of  Ross. 

The  wedding  of  Mrs.  Gertrude  Eells  Babcock 
and  Mr-  John  Lawson  took  place  Thursday  at 
St.  John's  Church  in  Ross.  The  bride  is  the 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Parmelee  Eells, 
and  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Conrad  Babcock  of  West 
Point,  Mrs.  Henry  Sloane  of  New  York,  and  Mr. 
Shepherd  Eells  of  this  city.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Law- 
son    will    reside    in    Burlingame. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Katrina  Page- Brown  of 
New  York  and  Mr.  Austin  Moore  of  San  Mateo 
will  take  place,  October  30,  in  New  York  at  the 
residence  on  West  Sixty-Ninth  Street  of  Miss 
Page-Brown's  grandfather.  Judge  Roger  A.    Pryor. 

The  marriage  is  announced  of  Miss  Clara 
Dooley  of  Hopland  and  Mr.  Francis  Allen,  son 
of  Judge  James  M.  Allen  and  Mrs.  Allen  of  this 
city.  Mr.  Allen  is  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Otis  Bur- 
rage,  Mrs.  Lucius  Allen,  Miss  Clara  Allen,  and 
Mr.  Kirk  Allen.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Allen  will  reside 
on    their    ranch   near    Hoplaud, 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Eleanor  Postlethwaite  and 
the  Rev.  Henry  Watson  Mizner  took  place  Tues- 
day in  St.  Louis.  Mr.  Mizner  is  the  son  of 
Mrs.  Lansing  B.  Mizner  and  the  late  Mr.   Lansing 

B.  Mizner,  and  is  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Horace 
Blanchard  Chase  and  the  Messrs.  Lansing,  Edgar, 
Addison,  Wilson  Mizner,  and  Dr.  William  Mizner. 

Captain  Charles  A.  Gove,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Gove  entertained  Governor  Judson  Harmon  of 
Ohio  and  Mrs.  Harmon  at  a  reception  and  tea  at 
their   home   on    Yerba    Buena. 

Miss  Madge  Wilson  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
Tuesday. 

Miss  Louise  Janin  gave  a  luncheon  Thursday 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  complimentary  to  Miss 
Henriette    Blanding. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  was  hostess  at  a  bridge-tea 
Tuesday,  when  Mrs.  Arthur  Murray  ami  Mrs. 
John    Wtsser  were  the  guests  of  honor. 

Mrs.  Charles  G.  Lathrop  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  her  home  in  Palo  Alto. 

Mrs.  Charles  Parmelee  Eells  entertained  a  num- 
ber of  friends  at  a  luncheon  at  the  Town  and 
Country  Club  last  week  in  honor  of  her  daugh- 
tt  r,     Mrs.     Gertrude     Eells     Babcock, 

The  Misses  Fannie  and  May  Fried  lander  were 
Hostesses  at  a  luncheon  last  Thursday,  when  Miss 
Louise   Janin    was    i he    complimented    guest. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Sharon  will  give 
a  ball  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  Friday  evening,  De- 
cember  6,   in  honor  of   Miss  Janin. 

Mis.  Walter  Starr  wave  a  bridge  party  recently 
at    the    Claremonl    Country    Club  in    Oakland. 

Miss     Dora    Winn    was    hostess     at     a     dinner- 


dance  last  Thursday  evening  at  her  home  on 
California  Street.  The  affair  was  in  honor  of 
Miss  Constance  McLaren  and   Mr.   Millen   Griffith. 

Mrs.  .lohn  McGaw  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
reception  and  tea  Saturday,  October  25,  at  her 
home  on   Green   Street. 

The  women's  board  of  the  Panama-Pacific  Ex- 
position gave  a  luncheon  at  the  Fairmont  -Hotel 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Judson  Harmon  of  Ohio. 

Miss  Dorothy  Baker  entertained  twenty  friends 
at  a  luncheon  at  the  Town  and  Country  Club  in 
honor  of   Miss   Mauricia    Mintzer. 

The  Messrs.  Felix  Smith,  Herbert  Gould,  and 
Bradley  Wallace  were  hosts  at  a  dinner  last  week, 
when  Mr.  David  Willis  was  the  complimented 
guest. 

Miss  Margaret  Williams  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon Friday  in  honor  of  her  sister-in-law,  Mrs. 
John  Marshall  Williams  (formerly  Miss  Harriet 
Allen  of  New    York). 

Mrs.  Eugene  Bresse  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
and  bridge  party  at   her  home  on    Clay    Street. 

Miss  Augusta  Foute  has  issued  invitations  to 
a  tea  at  the  Palace  Hotel,  Monday,  October  28,  in 
honor  of  the  Misses  Henriette  Blanding,  Louise 
Janin,    and   Helen   Wright. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Douglas  I  McBride  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  dinner-dance  Friday  even- 
ing in  their  new   home  on    Yallejo    Street. 

Miss  Edith  Treanor  was  hostess  last  week  at 
an    informal   tea. 

Colonel  Hamilton  A.  Wallace,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Wallace  gave  a  dinner  Thursday  evening 
at  their  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  in  honor  of 
General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Murray. 

Mrs;  Cornelius  Gardner  entertained  the  Army 
Ladies'   Card   Club  at  her  home  in  the  Presidio. 

Mrs.  \V.  H.  Gibbons  was  hostess  at -»a  tea  com- 
plimentarv  to  Mrs.  Holmes,  wife  of  Captain  Frank 
Holmes,    U.    S.    N. 

General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Murray  gave  a  dinner  last  week  at  the  Hotel 
Stewart. 

The  second  dance  of  the  Junior  Assemblies 
was  held  Saturday  evening  at  the  Century  Club 
Hall. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians  : 

Judge  James  A.  Cooper,  Mrs.  Cooper,  and  Miss 
Ethel  Cooper  will  return  from  Europe  early  in 
November,  and  will  occupy  during  the  winter  the 
apartment    of    Mr.    and    Mrs.    Downey    Harvey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  R.  C.  Brown  have  rented 
the  home  on  Washington  Street  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
H.    M.    A.    Miller. 

Mr.  Frank  J.  Sullivan,  Miss  Gladys  Sullivan, 
and  Mr.  Noel  Sullivan,  who  have  recently  occu- 
pied the  Miller  home,  have  leased  the  house  of 
Dr.    Edward  Yrounger  and    Mrs.    Younger. 

Lieutenant  Harry  G.  Ford,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Ford  have  arrived  in  this  city  and  are  guests  at 
the   Fairmont  Hotel. 

Brigadier-General  E.  M.  Weaver,  U.  S.  A., 
has  gone  to  San  Diego  on  a  tour  of  inspection. 
During  a  brief  visit  in  this  city  General  Weaver 
was  the  guest  of  Captain  Henry  C.  Merriam,  U. 
S.    A. 

Major-General  Leonard  Wood,  U.  S.  A.,  chief 
of  staff,  arrived  Tuesday  from  Vancouver  Bar- 
racks. During  his  visit  he  will  review  the  troops 
in  this  city  and  the  cadet  corps  of  the  University 
of    California. 

Mrs.  George  Russell  Lukens  has  gone  to  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  to  visit  her  sister,  Miss  May 
Mullins. 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  and  Mr.  Willard  Chamber- 
lin  spent  the  week-end  in  Napa  County  as  the 
guests  of  Miss  Ysabel   Chase. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Silas  Palmer  and  Mr.  Charles 
Holbrook  are  established  for  the  winter  in  their 
home  on   Van   Ness  Avenue. 

Miss  Maren  Froelich  has  recently  been  the 
guest  of  Mrs.  Ella  Hotaling  at  the  Hotaling 
ranch,  in    Marin    County. 

Miss  Amy  Scoville  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  New  York.  She  was  accompanied  by  Miss 
Louise  McNear,  who  has  entered  an  Eastern 
school.  Miss  Scoville  came  west  to  be  brides- 
maid at  the  recent  wedding  in  Petaluma  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Leo  Korbel  (formerly  Miss  Miriam 
McNear). 

Dr.  Kaspar  Pischel  and  Mrs.  Pischel  have 
closed  their  country  place  in  Ross  and  are  again 
in  their  home  on   California  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  D.  Grant  and  their  chil- 
dren, the  Misses  Josephine  and  Edith  Grant,  are 
occupying  their  home  on  Broadway  and  Webster 
Street. 

Mr.  ami  Mis.  Charles  W.  Clark  have  returned 
from  Europe  and  are  at  their  home  in  San 
Mateo. 

Dr.  Howard  Morrow  and  Mrs.  Morrow  will 
occupy  their  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  during  the 
winter.  They  have  hedi  spending  the  summer  in 
Los  Gatos. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  B.  Coryell  spent  last 
week    at    the   Hotel    St.    Francis. 

Mrs.  Mary  Cone  Runyon  will  spend  several 
weeks     in     Spokane     with     her     sister,     Mrs.     John 


No  Candies  in  California 

Contain  the  high  cost  ingredients  that 
Pig  &  Whistle  candies  do.  The  choco- 
late covering  alone  makes  this  candy 
worth  almost  double  the  price  of  that 
produced  by  all  other  houses.  The 
famous  Henry  Maillard  chocolate 
used  by  special  arrangement. 

Buy  the  best  —  same  price  as  other 
shops.     Quality  twice  as  good. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


Dickinson     Sherwood,     before     going     abroad     for 
the   winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  B.  Anderson  are  estab- 
lished for  the  winter  in  the  home  on  Jackson 
Street    of    Mrs.    Alexander    Garceau. 

Miss  Evelyn  Barron  is  recovering  from  a  re- 
cent   operation    for    appendicitis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Seymour  have  closed 
their  home  in  Napa  County  and  are  at  the  Palace 
Hotel.     They  will  spend  the  winter  in   the  East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Douglas  McBride  have  moved  in- 
to their  new  home  on  Vallejo  and  Steiner 
Streets- 
Mrs.  Charles  Belden  and  Miss  Margaret  Belden 
left  Saturday  for  New  York.  They  were  accom- 
panied by  Miss  Ruth  Zetle,  who  will  spend  a 
month   with    friends   in    Boston. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  B.  Wilshire  and  Miss  Doris 
Wilshire  have  returned  from  San  Rafael,  where 
they    have   been    spending   the    summer. 

Mrs.  Obed  Harvey  of  Gait  and  her  daughter. 
Miss  Genevieve  Harvey,  have  been  spending  a 
few    days    in    town. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  Tobin  (formerly  Miss 
Abby  Parrott)  are  expected  home  from  Europe 
early   in   November  and  will  reside  in    San    Mateo. 

Mrs.  Joseph  B.  Crockett  has  returned  to  Bur- 
lingame after  a  visit  in  town  with  Mrs.  Russell  T. 
Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Roy  M.  Pike  moved  Tuesday 
into  the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Bates. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bates  will  spend  the  winter  in 
Menlo    Park    with    Mrs.    John    F.    Merrill. 

Miss  Katherine  Strickler  has  been  spending  the 
past  week  with    friends  in   the    Yosemite  Valley. 

Dr.  Gustavus  C.  Simmons  will  arrive  October 
25  from  Europe,  where  he  has  been  traveling 
since  July. 

Mrs.  Charles  Tuttle  of  Colusa  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Charlotte  Tuttle,  will  spend  the  winter  in  Eu- 
rope. 

Dr.  Millicent  Cosgrave  has  returned'  from  New 
York,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  her  brother,  Mr. 
John  O'Hara  Cosgrave. 

Mrs.  B.  B.  Cutter  will  spend  the  winter  at  the 
Hotel  Bellevue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  Lilburn  Eyre  have  closed 
their  country  home  in  Atherton  and  are  occupying 
their  town  house. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Oliver  Tobin  moved  Mon- 
day to  Pacific  Avenue,  where  they  have  leased  the 
home  of  Mrs.  Irving  M.  Scott. 

Mrs.  Hyde-Smith  has  gone  to  Burlingame  to 
spend  several  weeks  with  her  son-in-law  and  daugh- 
ter, Mr.  and  Mrs.  Baldwin  Wood. 

Mrs.  Augustine  Strickland  of  New  York  has  de- 
cided to  spend  the  winter  in  this  city.  She  has 
taken  an  apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue  near  Brod- 
erick  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  D.  Madison  and  their  little 
daughter,  Miss  Caroline  Madison,  have  gone  East 
for  a  few  weeks'  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young  and  the  Misses 
Kathleen  and  Phyllis  de  Young  arrived  Monday 
from  New  York,  where  they  have  been  visiting 
since  their  return  from  Europe.  Mrs.  de  Young 
is  rapidly  recovering  from  her  recent  severe  illness. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  T.  Piggott  have  returned 
from  Inverness  and  are  established  in  their  new 
home  in  San  Rafael. 

Miss  Jennie  Hooker  spent  the  week-end  in 
Woodside  with  Mr.   and   Mrs.   George  H.   Lent. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  is  visiting  her  grandchil- 
dren in  Burlingame  during  the  absence  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin,  who  are  in  Seattle. 
Mr.  Martin  is  recovering  from  an  attack  of  pneu- 
monia. 

Mrs.  Alexander  McCrackin  has  returned  from 
Tonopah,  where  she  has  been  visiting  Mr.  and 
Mrs.   John    G.    Kirschen. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Starr  aic  staying  at  the 
Claremont  County  Club  until  their  new  home  at 
Piedmont   is    finished. 

Mrs.  Pelham  W.  Ames  is  here  from  New  York, 
visiting  her  son,  Mr.  Worthington  Ames,  at  his 
place   in   Atherton. 

Hofrath  Dr.  Carl  von  Noorden,  professor  of  the 
Imperial  University  of  Vienna,  and  Mrs.  von 
Noorden  have  been  spending  a  few  days  with  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    William    S.    Tevis. 


Gadski  Concerts. 

Our  music  lovers  are  to  hear  Mme.  Gadski 
in  just  one  programme  on  her  present  tour, 
unless  they  avail  themselves  of  the  oppor- 
tunity of  going  to  her  Oakland  concert  also, 
and  hundreds  have  already  ordered  their 
seats  for  both  programmes. 

When  it  was  ascertained  that  the  diva 
would  have  time  but  for  one  concert  in  this 
city,  in  addition  to  her  special  one  for  the 
St.  Francis  Musical  Art  Society  on  Tuesday 
night,  Mme.  Gadski  cabled  Greenbaum  prom- 
ising to  make  up  for  the  quantity  of  concerts 
in  the  quality  of  programmes,  and  it  is  doubt- 
ful if  any  singer,  with  the  exceptions  of 
Schumann-Heink  and  Sembrich,  has  ever 
presented  so  many  important  master  works 
on    a    single   programme. 

The  one  and  only  Gadski  concert  in  San 
Francisco  is  announced  for  Sunday  after- 
noon,   October  27,   at   the   Columbia   Theatre. 

The  programme  will  include  four  tre- 
mendous operatic  numbers,  viz.,  "Ritorna 
Vinci  tor"  from  "Aida,"  the  "Suicide  Scene" 
from  "La  Gioconda,"  "Isolde's  Narrative  to 
Brangane"  and  "The  Love-Death"  from 
"Tristan  und  Isolde."  Then  there  will  be  a 
group  of  rare  gems  by  Schubert,  Franz,  Wolf, 
and  Strauss,  and  songs  in  English  by  Saar, 
Metcalf,  Edward  Schneider,  Speaks,  and 
Rummel. 

Mr.    Edward   Schneider   will   be  the   pianist. 

The  sale  of  seats  opens  Monday  at  the 
music  store  box-offices,  and  as  Gadski  has 
always  been  able  to  crowd  three  houses  in 
.this  city  an  early  application  for  seats  seems 
advisable.  Mail  orders  should  be  addressed 
to    Will    L.    Greenbaum. 

Next  Thursday  afternoon,  October  34, 
Gadski  will  sing  in  Oakland  at  Ye  Liberty 
Playhouse,  offering  a  programme  of  four 
Wagner  gems,  groups  by  Schubert,  Brahms, 
and    Richard    Strauss,    and    English    songs    by 


Metcalf,  Rummel,  Branscombe,  Schneider, 
and  Mary  Turner  Salter,  with  whose  work, 
"The  Lamp  of  Love,"  Mme.  Gadski  has  been 
creating  a  sensation. 

For  this  concert  seats  must  be  secured  on 
and  after  Monday  at  Ye  Liberty  Playhouse, 
Oakland,  where  mail  orders  should  be  ad- 
dressed to  H.  W.  Bishop. 


The  collection  of  paintings,  books,  manu- 
scripts, rugs,  and  so  on,  owned  and  loved  by 
the  late  Joseph  Jefferson,  were  recently  de- 
stroyed by  a  fire  in  the  stable  at  Buzzard's 
Bay,  where  they  were  stored  after  his  death 
in  1905.  Gone  are  the  paintings  of  himself 
that  the  beloved  actor  enjoyed  making,  with 
mementoes  of  great  actors  and  all  the  rest  of 
the  spoil  of  a  lifetime. 


ORIGINAL 

PLYMOUTH 

Dry  Gin 


The  Gin  of  the  Connoisseur 

for 

Cocktail,  Fizz  or  Rickey 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 

214  Front  Street     -      San  Francisco 


Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault? 
$1  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  Su. 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Can  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Tea  served   in 

Tapestry  Room 

from 

four  to  six  o'clock 

Special  Music 
Fixed    Price 

A  Daily  Social  Event 


October  19,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

Cort  Theatre  Will  Have  Operetta  Next  "Week. 

John  Cort's  production  of  Heinrich  Berte's 
Viennese  operetta,  "The  Rose  of  Panama," 
will  be  the  attraction  at  the  Cort  Theatre  for 
one  week  commencing  Sunday  evening,  with 
the  costumes  and  beautiful  scenery  that  im- 
pressed audiences  at  Daly's  Theatre,  New 
York,  last  season.  Chapine,  the  little  French- 
woman who  captured  New  York  in  a  single 
night,  will  be  heard  in  the  prima-donna  role 
of  Jacinta,  while  many  others  of  the  metro- 
politan company  have  been  retained  for  this 
tour. 

Heinrich  Berte's  music  is  perhaps  the  prin- 
cipal feature  of  the  opera.  The  score  con- 
tains more  than  twenty  really  high-class  num- 
bers that  are  reminiscent  of  "The  Pink 
Lady,"  "The  Chocolate  Soldier,"  and  "The 
Merry  Widow,"  but  sufficiently  removed  to 
absolve  the  composer  from  plagiarism. 

The  story  is  laid  in  a  Central  American  re- 
public, whose  president,  Remy  de  Valmore, 
is  anxious  to  surrender  his  job  and  hie  him- 
self to  dear  old  Paris.  He  has,  however,  be- 
come so  popular  that  he  is  maintained  in 
office  against  his  will.  The  romance  involved 
lies  principally  in  the  courtship  of  Marcel  Ar- 
ranto,  once  a  cowboy,  and  Jacinta,  a  favorite 
of  the  president. 

Holbrook  Blinn  in  "A  Romance  of  the  Un- 
derworld"  follows. 


Last  Week  of  'The  Woman"  at  the  Columbia. 

Belasco  has  scored  so  often  with  his  big 
productions  sent  to  this  city  that  theatre- 
goers have  come  to  expect  only  the  biggest 
of  successes  from  his  New  York  playhouses, 
hence  the  great  interest  manifested  in  the  ap- 
pearance here  of  "The  Woman."  The  De 
Mille  play  was  seen  for  the  first  time  in  San 
Francisco  last  Monday  night  and  scored  an 
immediate  triumph.  All  San  Francisco  is 
talking  about  Wanda  Kelly,  the  telephone  ope- 
rator who  is  the  central  figure  of  this  tense 
and  absorbing  story  of  political  life  in  the 
city  of  Washington.  Marjorie  Wood  in  the 
role  of  the  telephone  operator  does  some 
splendid  work  and  has  won  immediate  favor 
in  this  city  as  she  has  elsewhere.  The  entire 
cast  is  above  the  average. 


they  will  be  heard  in  songs  and  be  seen  in 
unique  dances.  The  Great  Harrah  and  Com- 
pany are  exceptional  roller  skaters.  They  use 
special  skates  on  which  they  perform  most 
difficult  manoeuvres.  An  event  of  especial  in- 
terest will  be  the  vaudeville  debut  of  Sylvia 
Sabolcsy,  a  well-known  young  lady  of  this 
city,  who  will  be  heard  in  classical  and  popu- 
lar selections  on  the  violin.  Sunlight  pic- 
tures will  complete  the  varied  programme. 


One  of  the  most  talked  of  actors  in  America 
today  is  Julian  Eltinge,  the  star  of  "The  Fas- 
cinating Widow,"  which  comes  to  the  Colum- 
bia Theatre  on  Sunday  night,  October  27.  El- 
tinge in  his  dual  role  in  this  play,  is  called 
upon  to  impersonate  various  types  of  beauti- 
ful women.  He  does  this  so  thoroughly  and 
aristically  that  he  has  inspired  the  para- 
doxical expression  "the  handsomest  woman  on 
the  stage  today  is  a  man."  An  immense  cho- 
rus and  elaborate  production  will  be  found 
surrounding  Eltinge. 


Next  Week  at  the  Orpheum. 

Joseph  Jefferson,  a  son  of  the  famous 
American  actor  of  that  name,  and  Felice  Mor- 
ris, whose  magnetism  and  ability  have  made 
her  very  popular,  will  appear  in  William  C. 
de  Mille's  problem  play  of  the  future  en-  I 
titled  "In  1999,"  which  deals  with  the  re- 
versed condition  of  man  and  wife  which  the 
author  predicts  will   exist  at  that  period. 

Albertina  Rasch's  "Le  Ballet  Classique" 
will  be  presented  with  Mile.  Domina  Marini 
and  Marcel  Bronski,  dancers  of  international 
fame  and  late  of  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House,  New  York.  It  consists  of  a  series  of 
classic  dances  in  which  the  premieres  have 
the  support  of  ten  skilled  coryphees. 

"The  Suffragette,"  a  humorous  political 
satire,  will  be  played  next  week  only  by 
Franklyn  Ardell,  who  is  its  author,  with  the 
assistance  of  Marie  Walters.  The  sketch  de- 
picts a  political  campaign  in  which  husband 
and  wife  oppose  each  other  as  candidates  for 
the  office  of  mayor. 

Mae  Melville  and  Robert  Higgins  will 
amuse  with  a  skit  entitled  "Just  Married," 
which  bubbles   over  with  humor. 

The  Great  Asahi  and  his  Quintet  will  be 
seen  in  their  feats  of  magic  and  mystery. 
The  feature  of  the  act  is  the  "human  foun- 
tain," in  which  Asahi  causes  a  stream  of 
water  to  spout  up  almost  anywhere — from  his 
fan. 

Next  week  concludes  the  engagements  of 
Mary  Quive  and  Paul  McCarty,  and  Leonard 
Gautier's  "Animated  Toyshop."  It  will  also 
be  the  last  of  Jack  Wilson  and  his  clever 
associates,  Franklyn  Batie  and  Ada  Lane. 
Mr.  Wilson  is  one  of  the  biggest  comedy  hits 
in   vaudeville.  

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

The  bill  at  the  Pantages  Theatre  includes 
Robert  Everest's  monkey  hippodrome,  with  a 
score  of  simian  performers ;  Chot  Eldridge 
and  Harriet  Barlow  in  their  rural  comedy, 
"The  Law" ;  Gladys  Van  and  Arthur  Pearce 
with  their  musical  skit,  "Get  a  License" ; 
Helene  Schiller  and  Olive  Hurlbut,  "the  bow 
and  string  girls,"  and  the  lively  Seven  Cali- 
fornia Poppies. 

Next  Sunday  comes  a  bright  aggregation  of 
attractions,  with  two  distinct  headline  acts, 
Mercedes,  "the  musical  enigma,"  and  Hassan 
Ben  AH's  Arabian  troupe.  Mercedes,  assisted 
by  Mile.  Stantone,  will  offer  a  series  of  start- 
ling demonstrations  of  thought  transmission 
as  applied  to  music.  The  act  of  Mercedes 
has  created  a  sensation  both  abroad  and  in 
America.  The  eleven  "sons  of  the  desert," 
comprising  Hassan  Ben  Ali's  troupe,  are  the 
very  best  gymnasts  that  ever  came  to  this 
country,  and  they  give  a  whirlwind  act. 
Lowell  and  Esther  Drew,  well  known  in  mu- 
sical comedy,  will  present  their  original  con- 
ceit, "At  the  Drug  Store."  They  carry  spe- 
cial scenery  for  their  act,  as  do  also  Andrew 
A.  Copeland  and  "Lankey  Lew"  Payton, 
whose  "Fun  in  a  Dining-Car"  is  one  of  the 
classics  of  colored  comedy.  Flo  and  Ollie 
Walters  will  offer  "The  Act  Dainty,"  in  which 


The  United  States  Marine  Band. 

Twenty  years  ago,  when  John  Philip  Sousa 
visited  us  with  the  United  States  Marine 
Band,  it  was  considered  a  most  wonderful  or- 
ganization, and  the  old  Grand  Opera  House 
was  packed  every  night  for  a  week  to  hear 
Uncle  Sam's  pet  organization.  Since  then  the 
size  of  the  band  has  been  considerably  in- 
creased, the  pay  of  the  members  more  than 
trebled,  and  the  leader  has  been  honored  with 
a  commission  as  first  lieutenant,  and  all  this 
means  that  "the  President's  Own"  has  ad- 
vanced in  its  art  until  it  now  stands  in  the 
front  rank  of  the  government  bands  of  the 
world. 

The  present  leader,  Lieutenant  Santelmann, 
is  a  brilliant  and  thorough  musician,  both  in 
the  practice  and  theory  of  the  art,  and  is  also 
a  born  leader. 

What  his  tendency  and  aim  are  may  be  seen 
at  once  by  glancing  at  the  character  of  the 
programmes,  which  no  symphony  orchestra 
need  be  ashamed  of,  for  they  are  both  im- 
portant and  beautiful. 

The  Marine  Band  with  its  over  half  a  hun- 
dred players  will  play  four  splendid  pro- 
grammes at  Dreamland  Rink,  opening  this 
Sunday  afternoon  and  night,  October  20,  and 
Monday  afternoon  and  night,  October  21.  An 
entire  change  of  programme  at  each  concert 
is  promised. 

The  Sunday  afternoon  concert  will  com- 
mence at  2:30,  and  among  the  works  to  be 
heard  will  be  the  overture  of  "Oberon"  by 
Weber,  selections  from  Wagner's  "Die  Wal- 
kure,"  the  ballet  suite,  "Coppelia,"  by  De- 
libes,  Dvorak's  "Humoresque,"  and  half  a 
dozen  other  attractive  numbers.  The  soloist 
will  be   George  Otto   Frey  on  the  euphonium. 

At  the  evening  concert  works  by  Wagner, 
Weber,  Sinding,  Schuett,  Liszt,  and  Santel- 
mann will  be  given,  and  there  will  be  three  so- 
loists :  Miss  Mary  Sherrier,  soprano ;  Mr. 
Jacques  Vanpouck,  clarinet;  Mr.  Peter  Lewin, 
xylophone. 

The  Monday  afternoon  and  night  pro- 
grammes will  be  fully  up  to  the  same  high 
standard. 

Popular  prices  will  prevail,  with  a  special 
twenty-five-cent  rate  to  children  at  the  mati- 
nees, and  the  box-offices  are  now  open  at  the 
music  stores. 

-<■♦» 

The  Martin-Ganz  Farewell  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Riccardo  Martin,  the  Metropolitan's  great- 
est American  singer  and  a  tenor  with  whom 
there  are  only  Caruso  and  Bonci  to  dispute 
the  supremacy,  and  the  brilliant  Swiss  pianist, 
Rudolph  Ganz,  whose  artistic  playing  is  the 
main  topic  of  conversation  in  musical  circles 
this  week,  will  give  their  farewell  joint  re- 
cital at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium  this  Sunday 
afternoon,  October  20,  at  2  :30. 

A  splendid  programme  is  promised,  and 
Martin's  numbers  will  include  the  "Love- 
Song"  from  Wagner's  "Die  Walkure,"  a  work 
never  before  sung  here  on  the  concert  stage  ; 
the  aria  from  Giordano's  opera,  "Fedora,"  and 
songs  in  German,  French,  Italian,  and  Eng- 
lish. 

Mr.  Ganz,  by  special  request,  will  play 
Beethoven's  "Moonlight"  Sonata,  Dohnanyi's 
"Rhapsody"  in  C  major,  two  Brahms  master- 
pieces, and  works  by  Andrea,  Ganz,  and  Liszt. 

Seats  are  for  sale  at  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.'s 
and  on  Sunday  the  box-office  will  be  open  at 
the  hall  after  ten  a.  m. 

After  appearing  in  Los  Angeles  together 
each  of  these  artists  will  give  individual  re- 
citals. In  November  Mr.  Martin  resumes  his 
work  at  the  Metropolitan. 


Probably  the  biggest  concert  enterprise  in 
the  world  is  Sir  Henry  Wood's  series  of  an- 
nual promenade  concerts  in  Queen's  Hall, 
London.  No  fewer  than  500  numbers  will  be 
sung  or  played  the  coming  season.  Of  these, 
300  are  purely  orchestral,  60  others  are  in- 
strumental, and  120  vocal.  As  in  previous 
years,  the  Monday  evenings  are  to  be  devoted 
to  Wagner,  the  Friday  evenings  to  Beethoven. 
Five  of  the  concerts  will  be  conducted  by 
George  Henschel. 


Margaret  Anglin  produced  Edward  Shel- 
don's new  play,  "Egypt,  in  Chicago  a  few 
days  ago,  but  it  would  not  go.  It  has  been 
withdrawn. 


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Cocoa.  Fifty  cups  of  the  most  refreshing,  whole- 
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The  San  Francisco  Orchestra  Season. 

The  fact  that  the  San  Francisco  Orchestra 
has  been  daily  and  diligently  rehearsing  since 
Tuesday,  October  8,  and  that  the  sale  of 
tickets  for  single  seats  will  open  for  the  first 
concerts  on  Monday,  October  21,  at  the  box- 
offices  of  the  Cort  Theatre  and  the  music 
stores,  denotes  the  exceeding  imminence  of 
the  season. 

Conductor  Hadley  and  the  music  committee 
of  the  Musical  Association  are  pleased  be- 
yond measure  with  the  orchestra  that  has 
been  assembled,  and  predict  for  lovers  of  or- 
chestral music  a  genuine  treat.  The  board 
of  governors  is  extremely  anxious  to  make 
known  the  fact  that  it  is  not  the  intention  to 
make  the  popular  concerts  cheap  in  any  re- 
spect, excepting  the  prices  of  admission, 
which  are  one-half  those  asked  for  the  sym- 
phony concerts.  The  programmes  for  the 
popular  concerts  will  be  fascinating,  impres- 
sive, and  instructive,  and  many  new  works 
will  be  given. 

In  selecting  for  the  first  concert  Antonin 
Dvorak's  Symphony  No.  5  in  E  Minor, 
"From  the  New  World,"  Mr.  Hadley  was  in- 
fluenced by  the  fact  that  it  would  claim  the 
very  best  efforts  of  the  conductor  and  his 
men.  "The  New  World  Symphony,"  which 
is  a  beautiful  example  of  orchestral  music, 
was  written  by  Dvorak  in  New  York  and  was 
first  performed  by  the  Philharmonic,  Decem- 
ber 15,  1893.  It  follows  the  lines  of  a 
classic   symphony. 

Antonin  Dvorak,  the  composer,  was  born 
at  Meuhlhausen,  Bohemia,  September  8,  1841, 
and  grew  from  the  village  butcher's  son  to  a 
man  beloved  and  honored  in  two  worlds — 
honored  in  the  Old  World  by  the  degree  of 
Doctor  of  Music  conferred  upon  him  by  Cam- 
bridge University  (England),  and  by  a  seat 
given  him  in  the  Bohemian  House  of  Lords  ; 
and  beloved  in  the  New  World  because  of 
his  help  in  pointing  the  way  to  the  freer  use 
of  our  native  idioms  of  musical  language,  and 
for  the  legacy  he  left  us  in  the  so-called 
"New  World"  music  (a  symphony,  a  string 
quartet,  and  quintet),  based  on  some  of  the 
characteristics  which  he  found  peculiarly  ex- 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


First  Bachelor — What's  your  idea  of  a 
her-'  ?     Second  Bachelor— A  Mormon. — Judge. 

He — Chapley  seems  to  me  to  be  a  man  of 
one  idea.  She — He  is  more  fortunate  than  I 
thought ! — Life. 

'Is  she  rich?''  "Heavens,  yes!  A  spe- 
cialist gets  $10,000  a  year  for  doctoring  her 
poodle." — Birmingham  Age-Herald. 

Dutch  Comedian — I  played  Hamlet  once. 
Chorus — Did  you  have  a  long  run?  Dutch 
Comedian — About  three  miles. — Judge. 

Miss  Fifth  Avenue — Maudie  claims  to  be 
an  uninstructed  de'egate.  Miss  Beacon  Street 
— Impossible  !     She's  from  Boston. — Life. 

Editor — Have  you  submitted  this  poem  any- 
where e'.se?  Jokesmith — No,  sir.  Editor — 
Then  where  did  you  get  that  black  eye? — 
Satire. 

First  Member — They  say  Homebully  bosses 
his  wife  terribly.  Second  Member — Yes:  he 
certainly  wears  the  skirts. — Philadelphia  Bul- 
letin. 

"What's   new   out   your   way  ?"      "Well,   the 

other  night  a  few  of  us  voters  hired  a  hall 
and  took  turns  addressing  an  audience  of  can- 
didates."— Pittsburg  Post. 

Employee — I  would  like  more  salary.  I  am 
going  to  get  married.  Employer — Sorry,  but 
I'll  have  to  reduce  it.  I  am  going  to  gei 
married  myself. — Sydney  Post. 

"I  fear  I  have  made  a  mistake.*'  "Why  r" 
"He  proposed  in  a  taxicab.  The  minute  I 
accepted  him  he  paid  the  bill  and  we  got  out 
and   walked." — Kansas   City-  Journal. 

Daughter — Father,  you  shouldn't  have 
kicked  George  last  night.  You  broke  the  poor 
fellow's  heart.  Father — I  didn't  come  any- 
where near  his  heart. — Boston   Transcript. 

Winter  i  to  happy-looking  customer) — We'd, 
sir,  what  is  it?  Happy-Looking  Customer 
(spontaneously)  —  Boy — eight-pounder — finest 
in   the   land  !      Looks   like   me,   too ! — Puck. 

Elderly  Aunt — My  dear,  I  have  just  put 
you  down  in  my  will  for  ten  thousand  dol- 
lars. Her  Niece — Oh.  auntie,  what  can  I  say 
to  thank  you?  How  are  you  feeling  today? 
—Life. 

"How  did  you  ever  come  to  be  a  vege- 
tarian, Slithers,"  queried  Bildad.  "Oh,  it  was 
perfectly  simple,"  said  Slithers.  "After  I'd 
paid  for  my  motor-car  I  couldn't  afford  meat." 
— Harper's  Weekly. 

"Well,"  remarked  the  boxer,  as  he  walked 
the  floor  with  his  first-born,  "some  of  my 
enemies  have  said  that  I  couldn't  put  a  baby 
to  steep,  but  I  never  believed  it  till  now." — 
The   Week's  Sport. 

"These     doughnuts "     began     the     man. 

"What's  ihe  matter  with  them?"  demanded 
the  Yere  de  Yere  behind  the  lunch  counter. 
"I  think  their  inner  tubes  are  punctured." — 
Washington  Herald. 

"I'd  like  to  know  why  you  hired  a  young 
woman  for  a  typewriter  ?'"  demanded  Mrs- 
Hilow  of  her  husband.  "So  I  could  have- 
some  one  to  dictate  to."  rep'ied  the  unhappy 
man. — New   York  Sun. 

Parkay — Do  you  remember  Mrs.  de  la 
Ware  v.-ho  was  divorced  last  spring?  She 
is  going  on  the  stage  this  winter.  Jay — Be- 
coming an  actress  ?  Parkay — No  ;  simply  go- 
ing on  the  stage. — Puck, 

"I  tell  you."  said  the  globe-trotter,  "travel 
is  a  great  thing.  If  there  is  anything  in  a 
man  travel  will  bring  it  out."  "Yes,"  said  his 
pale,  newly  landed  friend,  "especially  ocean 
travel." — Ladies'  Home  Journal. 

Cholly  Bullscye — Did  you  ever  dream  of 
me.   Miss   Ball?     Miss  Minnie  Ball — Yes;  two 

nights    running ;    and    the    third Cholly 

Bullscye — So  delighted !  And  the  third  ? 
Miss   Minnie   Ball — I   took   an   opiate! — Puck. 

Customer — I  bought  some  medicine  heic. 
yesterday  for  my  dog,  and  after  I  gave  it  to 
him  he  died.  What  do  you  mean,  anyway? 
I  didn't  tell  you  I  wanted  to  kill  him?  Drug- 
gist— You  said  he  belonged  to  your  wife. — 
Life. 

"So  you  think  there  are  responsibilities 
women  should  not  assume  ?"  "I  can't  help 
feeling  that  way,"  said  the  apologetic  man. 
"I  retain  a  vivid  boyhood  recollection  of  the 
time  my  mother  undertook  to  cut  my  hair." 
— Washington   Star. 

"What  am  I  to  do?  My  girl  wants  me  to 
stop  smoking  cigarettes."  "Pay  no  attention 
to  her."  "It  is  either  give  up  cigarettes  or 
give  up  the  girl."  "Nonsense.  Use  di- 
plomacy. Get  her  interested  in  the  coupons, 
my  boy." — Washington  Herald. 

"Really,"  began  the  collector,  "I  can  not 
understand  why  a  man  of  your  resources  will 
refuse  to  pay  his  honest  debts."  "Then  I'll 
tell  you,"  said  the  well-to-do  citizen,  con- 
fidentially, "if  I  paid  up  I'd  throw  you  and 
several  others  out  of  work,  and  I  haven't  the 
heart  to  do  it." — Satire. 

"Why  is  it,"  asked  the  curious  guest,  "that 
poor   men   usually    give    larger   tips   than    rich 


men  ?"  "Well,  suh,"  said  the  waiter,  who 
was  something  of  a  philosopher  as  well,  "looks 
to  me  like  de  po'  man  don't  want  nobody  to 
find  out  he's  po'.  and  de  rich  man  dou'i  want 
nobody  to  find  out  he's  rich." — Youth's  Com- 
panion. 

Miss  Lafiin — What  has  become  of  our 
friend  Mr.  Clay?  Mr.  Rand — He  has  taken 
employment  in  a  powder-mill  for  six  months. 
Miss  Lafiin — How  strange  !  Mr.  Rand — Not 
at  all.  He  wished  to  break  himself  of  smok- 
ing.— Puck. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 
October  Notes. 

YE     MONTH. 

When    tan    lies   thick    upon   the   cheek 
Of  maidens   fair   and  gallants  sleek, 
And   every   home-returning   nose 
A  thousand  freckles  doth   disclose; 
When  father's  pockets  bulge  with  bills 
For  happy  days  up  in  the  hills, 
And   Summer  Girls  upon  the  street 
Gaze  blankly  when  they  chance  to  meet 
Their  lovers  of  departed  days 
LTpon  the  city's  crowded   ways; 
When  laggard  lads  all  schoolward  hie. 
And  pumpkins  gold  turn  into  pie. 
And  berry-pickers  'gin  to  jog 
The  cranberry  out  in   the  bog, 
'Tis  well  to  change  your  under-robe 
To  meet  the  needs  of  chili  Octobe! 

— Harper's    Weekly. 


The  Dance. 
One    dance    they    call    the    two-step    and    the    other 

one  the  waltz. 
But,  sure,  poor  Mick  the  Pinsioner,  whose  left  leg 

badly   halts, 
Ay,    faith,    such  dances    Mick    himself   with    all    his 

halt  could   do  them. 
For  he  would  say,  as  I  say  too,  there's  not  much 

dancin'    to    them. 
Cut,  Mick,  he  wouldn't  dance  such  things;  he  isn't 

so    far  gone — 
Begor,  'twould  make  the  poor  man  blush   the  way 

they    carry    on 
With  bunny   hugs  and  turkey   trots  and   such   out- 
rageous  prancin' — 
Such    work   perhaps    is   something   else:    but.    faith. 

it   is   not   dancin'! 

But  now,  you  take  an  Irish  jig,  a  double  or  a  reel, 
And  if  you  have  a  heart  at  all  I  think  'twill  make 

you    feel. 
The  steppin',  leppin',  heel  and  toe,  so  deftly  done, 

so    easeful, 
As    here    and   there    in    turn    they   go    so    charming 

and  so  graceful. 
The    liltin'    of    the    tune    itself    would    make    you 

catch    your    breath 
"Twould  stir  the  soul  within  you  in  the  very  vale 

of  death! 
And   while    the    feet   are  keepin'    time,    and    lightly, 

brightly    glancin", 
I'd    ask  you   if  there's   something  there   that   looks 

to   you   like  dancin"; 

But   as    for   turkey    trots    and    such,    that    now    are 

all  the  go, 
They're    nothing   like    the    dances    that    we    danced 

in   ould   Mayo 
In  summer  at  the  crossroads,  or  in  winter  on  the 

door 
That,  lifted  off  its  hinges,  made  a  stage  upon  the 

floor. 
Sure,    any    one    can    dance    today — and    even    poor 

ould    Mick 
Could  do  as  well  as  most  of  them,   for  all   he  has 

a  stick; 
That    is,     if    he    would    condescend    to    such    out- 
rageous prancin*, 
But,   sure,    I   know   that,    like   myself,    he   wouldn't 

call    that    dancin*! 

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ALFRED  HOLMAN  -------  Editor 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 


EDITORIAL:  The  Republican  Vote — Diaz  and  Mexico — 
There  Is  No  Change — A  Misplaced  Compliment — The 
President's  Statement — The  1904  Campaign  Fund — 
Electoral    Apathy — Editorial    Notes    257-259 

THE   SUPREME   ISSUE.     By  President  Taft 259 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn 260 

THE  BIRMINGHAM  FESTIVAL:  An  Innovation  in  Inter- 
preting Musical  Classics.     By  Henry  C.  Shelley 261 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the    World 261 

ANTONIO'S  GLORY:  Youth  and  "the  Cause,"  the  Battle- 
field and  the  End.     By  Frances  Douglas 262 

OLD  FAVORITES:     "Marco  Bozzaris,"  by  FitzGreene  Hal- 

leck 262 

THE  STORY  OF  A  GREAT  PUBLISHER:  Dr.  George 
Haven  Putnam  Writes  a  Memoir  of  His  Father  with  a 
Record   of  His  Publishing  House 263 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors— New  Books  Received.  ..264-266 

DRAMA:     "The     Rose     of     Panama."     By     Josephine     Hart 

Phelps   267 

FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 267 

VANITY  FAIR:  Intimate  Revelations  of  Coming  Fashions 
— Marie  Tempest,  Lady  Duff-Gordon,  and  Mme. 
Rejane's  Forecasts — Dire  Possibilities — The  Dentist's 
Certificate  of  Character — Queen  Victoria's  Objection  to 
David — A   Moroccan  Remedy  for  Unfaithfulness 268 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             269 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 269 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts           270 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events  271 

CURRENT   VERSE    271 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 272 


The  Republican  Vote. 

The  infamy  of  the  disfranchisement  of  President 
Taft's  supporters  in  California  grows  under  contempla- 
tion. Especially  it  is  cause  for  astonishment,  even  for 
amazement,  on  the  part  of  persons  who  have  accredited 
the  California  "reformers"  upon  their  own  high  preten- 
sions. The  "reformers"  themselves — at  least  those  in 
whom  the  spirit  of  a  fierce  partisanship  has  not  de- 
stroyed all  normal  sensibilities — are  ashamed  of  it. 
And  many  among  them  would  undo  the  mischief  if 
they  could.  Everywhere  there  is  astonishment  that 
Mr.  Roosevelt  should  give  consent  and  approval  to  this 
open  fraud;  and  the  moral  anomaly  of  this  approval 
is  all  the  more  marked  because  of  his  indignant  out- 
burst against  a  decision  in  Idaho  which  prevents  his 
own  electors  from  going  on  the  ballot  under  circum- 
stances far  less  arbitrary. 

The  calculation  of  Johnson,  Lissner,  Rowell,  and 
the  other  Roosevelt  bosses  in  enforcing  their  outrageous 
scheme  was  that  Republicans,  denied  opportunity  to  vote 
for  Taft,  would  turn  to  Roosevelt.  But  it  now  appears 
that  they  reckon  too  lightly  with  respect  to  the  forces 
of  intelligt  .  resentment.     Some  voters  of  a  care- 


less sort  will  no  doubt  be  deceived  by  the  mix-up  of 
names,  and  will  vote  for  those  electors  who  appear  on 
the  face  of  the  ballot  as  Republicans.  Others  of  the 
rock-ribbed  partisan  type  will  be  at  pains  to  write  in 
upon  their  ballots  the  names  of  the  Taft  electors.  Still 
others  will  leave  their  ballots  blank  so  far  as  electoral 
candidates  are  concerned.  But,  if  we  may  believe  multi- 
plied evidences,  there  will  be  many,  very  many,  Repub- 
licans to  express  their  protest  against  the  outrage  which 
has  ruled  the  Taft  electors  off  the  ballot  by  casting  their 
votes  for  Wilson  and  Marshall.  This  will  be  done  in 
the  spirit  of  protest  and  in  the  effort  to  rebuke  a  gross 
and  shameless  fraud. 

The  movement  among  Republicans  of  California  for 
Wilson  and  Marshall  has  a  secondary  aim,  that  of  dis- 
crediting the  Johnson-Lissner-Rowell  machine.  There 
is  in  the  minds  of  clear-headed  and  honest  citizens  a 
long  score  of  resentments  against  this  so-called  reform 
regime.  It  begins  with  the  defamations  of  Mr.  John- 
son's campaign  for  the  governorship.  There  are  involved 
in  it  the  vulgarities  and  brutalities  of  the  unspeakable 
Heney.  It  includes,  further,  the  nullification  of  law  by 
which  Works  was  elected  senator,  the  outrage  by  which 
Alden  Anderson  was  ousted  from  the  bank  superin- 
tendency,  the  debauchery  of  the  state  legislature  under 
the  Johnson-Lissner  whip,  the  loading  up  of  the  several 
state  services  with  partisan  henchmen,  the  gross  affilia- 
tions with  Boss  Finn  and  ex-Mayor  McCarthy  of  San 
Francisco — these  plus  a  thousand  instances  of  petty  in- 
solence and  petty  tyranny,  plus  the  supreme  infamy  of 
forcing  a  Progressive  ticket  upon  the  official  ballot 
under  the  Republican  name. 

Full  approval  of  the  movement  of  the  California  Re- 
publicans to  Wilson  and  Marshall  is  not  necessary  to 
a  complete  understanding  of  and  a  certain  sympathy 
with  the  motives  which  prompt  it.  Unquestionably  the 
most  practically  effective  means  available  to  a  Repub- 
lican of  emphasizing  his  protest  against  positive  abuses 
enforced  in  the  name  of  bogus  reform  is  to  cast  his 
vote  for  Wilson  and  Marshall.  Possibly — probably, 
we  think — a  sufficient  number  of  Republicans  will  take 
this  course  to  give  the  vote  of  California  to  the  Demo- 
cratic nominees. 

Diaz  and  Mexico. 

A  few  days  ago  our  newspapers  were  talking  with 
airy  disdain  of  the  few  bands  of  footpads  that  were 
supposed  to  represent  the  revolutionary  strength  in 
Mexico.  Resistance  to  Madero,  we  were  assured,  was 
now  confined  to  a  few  smouldering  embers  that  would 
be  stamped  out  as  soon  as  the  police  could  get  round  to 
them.  Orozco  had  been  defeated,  although  unaware  of 
the  fact,  and  Zapata  had  disappeared.  The  newspa- 
pers had  told  the  same  story  again  and  again  and  it 
had  been  falsified  again  and  again,  but  it  made  no  dif- 
ference.   They  call  it  optimism. 

Now  comes  the  news  that  General  Feliz  Diaz,  a 
nephew  of  ex-President  Diaz,  has  taken  Vera  Cruz  al- 
most without  a  blow,  that  federal  troops  have  joined 
him  in  large  numbers,  and  that  the  Zapatistas  have 
practically  besieged  Mexico  City.  The  young  rebel 
with  a  distinguished  name  seems  to  have  found  no 
difficulty  in  carrying  out  his  achievements.  He  met 
with  no  opposition  worth  mentioning,  and  in  fact  he 
was  so  generally  acclaimed  as  to  negative  the  pleasant 
theory  that  opposition  to  Madero  was  confined  to  a 
few  robbers  and  highwaymen.  His  name,  we  are  told, 
carries  with  it  an  immense  prestige  and  helps  to  ex- 
plain his  victory,  and  perhaps  this  is  so.  But  public 
opinion  in  Mexico  must  have  undergone  a  great  change 
if  the  name  of  Diaz  is  now  one  to  conjure  with  It 
seems  only  yesterday  that  Mexico  was  in  revolution  in 
order  to  get  rid  of  Diaz. 

Probably  only  a  Mex:can — and  a  well-informed 
Mexican  at  that — can  understand  the  forces  of  popular 
sentiment  that  keep  the  country  in  a  turmoil.  Popular 
upheavals  are  not  usually  reducible  to  logical  terms  of 
cause  and  effect,  but  it  is  very  certain  that  Diaz  and 


his  followers — without  mentioning  the  lesser  breeds- 
are  not  fighting  for  nothing.  Diaz  is  said  to  have  a 
good  reputation,  and  it  is  certain  that  his  sudden  move 
against  Vera  Cruz  could  not  have  been  made  without 
cooperation  and  foresight.  It  is  evident  that  Madero 
has  been  adjudged  a  failure,  justly  or  unjustly,  and  it 
does  not  matter  which.  In  some  way  or  other  he  has 
proved  himself  a  profound  disappointment  to  his  former 
adherents.  Americans  have  no  particular  concern  in 
sustaining  Madero  or  any  one  else  who  can  not  sustain 
himself.  Our  only  concern  is  for  the  removal  of  a 
perpetual  menace  to  American  lives  and  property  and 
of  this  there  does  not  seem  to  be  much  chance  without 
some  hand  at  the  helm  stronger  than  Madero's.  If 
General  Diaz  can  use  his  prestige,  or  his  popularity, 
or  his  military  ability  to  restore  order  in  Mexico  it  is 
sincerely  to  be  hoped  that  he  will  do  so,  since  no  good 
can  come  of  giving  even  moral  support  to  a  ruler  like 
Madero,  who  is  obviously  too  small  for  his  job. 


There  Is  No  Change. 

The  country  as  a  whole  is  to  be  congratulated  upon 
its  refusal  to  become  hysterical  over  the  attack  upon 
Mr.  Roosevelt.  There  has  been  sincere  sympathy  for 
the  victim,  sincere  condemnation  for  his  assailant,  sin- 
cere abhorrence  of  all  violence  and  incitements  to  vio- 
lence. But  people  in  general  seem  to  have  estimated  the 
exact  weight  of  the  event  and  its  exact  import.  It  was 
the  act  of  a  maniac,  and  no  amount  of  oratorical  froth 
can  make  anything  else  of  it.  Schrank  was  afflicted 
with  that  kind  of  insanity  that  is  always  aroused  to  fury 
by  whatever  is  conspicuous,  large,  or  valuable.  Xo 
public  man  in  the  world  is  safe  from  the  Schranks  bred 
under  modern  strains,  and  every  police  force  in  the 
world  is  on  its  guard  against  them  more  or  less  suc- 
cessfully. It  is  one  of  the  problems  of  public  life  in 
every  country  in  civilization,  but  it  is  a  police,  not  a 
political,  problem.  Schrank's  imagined  grievance  was 
Mr.  Roosevelt's  third-term  candidacy.  It  might  just  as 
well  have  been  free  trade,  or  the  currency  system,  or 
armaments,  or  the  Sherman  Act.  To  attempt  to 
classify  the  motives  of  a  maniac  who  is  aroused  to 
murder  by  a'  vision  of  Mr.  McKinley  may  be  a  suitable 
task  for  the  alienist,  but  to  make  political  capital  out  of 
it  is  evidence  of  a  mind  almost  as  weak  as  that  of 
Schrank  himself. 

But  of  course  the  attempt  is  made.  It  would  be 
hardly  accurate  to  say  that  Governor  Johnson  has  de- 
scended to  this  vicious  silliness,  for  no  descent  was 
needed.  Governor  Johnson  lives,  moves,  and  has  his 
being  in  that  kind  of  atmosphere,  and  his  vituperative 
screaming  was  the  natural  expression  of  his  mind. 
The  same  may  be  said  of  the  Bulletin,  whose  scent  for 
garbage  is  unerring  and  unprecedented.  But  that 
Medill  McCormick  should  so  far  forget  himself  as  to 
attribute  the  crime  to  Charles  Hilles,  chairman  of  the 
National  Republican  Commitee,  seems  to  show  that 
Mr.  MqCormick's  morals  as  well  as  his  intelligence 
have  broken  down  under  political  strain.  Any  one.  it 
seems,  who  refers  to  a  "third-term  candidate,"  or  who 
objects  to  the  California  electoral  fraud  and  who  says 
so,  is  guilty  of  the  murder  of  Mr.  Roosevelt.  Mr. 
Hilles  did  these  things.  Therefore  Mr.  Hilles  is 
guilty.  That  Mr.  McCormick  has  placed  this  precious 
nonsense  upon  record  is  a  fact,  that  will  take  him  a 
long  time  to  live  down. 

But  putting  upon  one  side  the  rabies  of  the  Johnsons 
and  the  McCormicks  there  is  a  general  recognition 
that  the  political  situation  is  precisely  the  same  as  it 
was.  If  Mr.  Roosevelt  was  undesirable  a  month  ago 
he  is  undesirable  still.  The  fact  that  he  has  been 
assailed  by  a  lunatic  can  make  no  difference  except  to 
the  feeble-minded,  and  most  of  them  are  in  the  Bull- 
Moose  camp  already.  Mr.  Bryan,  with  a  certain  di- 
rect and  characteristic  good  sense,  hits  the  n: 
upon  the  head  when  he  says  that  the 
campaign   should   not   be  determined   1 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  26,  19 


madman,  that  they  must  he  settled  by  the  sane,  rather 
than  the  insane: 

Neither  Colonel  Roosevelt  nor  his  friends  could  ask  that 
the  discussion  be  turned  away  from  the  principles  that  are 
involved.  If  he  is  elected  President  it  should  be  because  of 
what  he  has  done  in  the  past  and  what  .(he  proposes  to  do. 
A  maniac,  however  cowardly  and  dastardly  his  deed,  is  not 
the  arbitrator  to  whom  to  submit  a  presidential  contest. 

Mr.  Bryan's  view  is,  in  the  main,  that  of  the  country 
at  large.  Mr.  Roosevelt's  political  status  is  unchanged. 
Everything  is  unchanged.  We  are  still  confronted 
with  the  great  questions  underlying  the  campaign  from 
its  start,  and  with  nothing  else. 

But  the  crime  may  have  its  compensations.  Indeed 
Mr.  Roosevelt  himself  hinted  as  much  as  he  displayed 
the  bloody  shirt  in  the  Milwaukee  auditorium.  De- 
nouncing the  use  of  violent  language,  he  said,  "I  will 
disown  and  repudiate  any  man  of  my  party  who  attacks 
with  such  vile,  foul  slander  and  abuse  any  opponents 
of  any  other  party."  We  have  not  yet  heard  that  any 
disciplinary  measures  have  been  taken  against  Gov- 
ernor Johnson  or  Mr.  McCormick,  but  perhaps  these 
will  come  in  good  time  when  Mr.  Roosevelt's  strength 
is  restored.  In  the  meantime  we  may  interpret  Mr. 
Roosevelt's  repudiation  of  violent  language  as  a  sort 
of  self-denying  ordinance  in  accord  with  the  whole- 
some practice  of  those  who  are  moved  to  penitence. 
For  we  can  remember  no  one  but  Mr.  Roosevelt  him- 
self who  has  so  ransacked  the  dictionary  for  terms  of 
studied  insult  and  abuse  or  who  has  showered  them 
upon  his  opponents  with  a  hand  so  lavish.  Certainly 
Mr.  Taft  has  made  no  use  of  the  vocabulary  either  of 
Billingsgate  or  of  the  prize-ring.  It  may  be  doubted 
if  he  has  the  ability.  Strange  as  it  may  seem,  he  has 
called  no  one  a  liar  or  a  thief,  and  so  far  as  the  records 
may  be  trusted  Mr.  Wilson  has  shown  a  similar  reti- 
cence or  incapacity.  Wherever  a  coarseness,  a  vile- 
ness,  or  a  vulgarity  has  been  reported  there  at  once 
we  recognize  the  Bull-Moose  platform  and  the  Bull- 
Moose  challenge.  There  is  no  need  to  look  for  the 
bandana  handkerchief  or  other  visible  evidence. 
Their  speech  betrayeth  them,  for  it  is  always  the  kind 
of  speech  held  to  be  disgraceful  by  gentlemen.  If 
Mr.  Roosevelt  now  intends  to  moderate  his  vituperative 
energies,  as  his  speech  of  the  bloody  shirt  would  seem 
to  indicate,  it  will  be  but  one  more  illustration  of  the 
good  that  conies  from  evil. 


A  Misplaced  Compliment. 

We  know  of  no  organization  of  the  day  more  de- 
serving of  approval  and  respect  than  that  group 
of  San  Francisco  women  who  have  come  together 
in  a  systematic  effort  to  advance  their  knowl- 
edge of  social  and  political  concerns,  thereby  quali- 
fying, themselves  for  the  duties  which  have  come  with 
suffrage.  In  view  of  the  worthiness  of  their  purpose, 
some  mistakes  of  policy  and  method  may  easily  be  par- 
doned— even  the  serious  mistake  of  inviting  Clarence 
Harrow  to  appear  before  them  as  a  teacher  of  social, 
political,  and  moral  duties. 

Who  is  Clarence  Darrow?     He  is  a  lawyer  who  in 
the    course    of    what    is    known    as    criminal    prac- 
tice  has   sunk   to   the   low   depths    of  a   defender    and 
protector    of    the    lowest    type    of    offenders    against 
the    justice,    the    peace,   the    order    of    society.      He 
is    not    merely    the    professional    champion,    but    the 
associate   and   friend  of  the  dynamiter   and   the  thug. 
Affinity    and    propensity    may    have    given    him    some 
justification;    but    he    has    never    allowed   his    sympa- 
thies  to   embarrass  his  thrift.     He   is  in  fact   a  man 
who  has  prostituted  his  profession  to  the  grossest  uses. 
Mr.  Darrow's  notoriety  in  our  own  state  is  a  product 
of  his  efforts  in  behalf  of  the  men  who  blew  up  the  Los 
Angeles  Times  office  with  dynamite  nearly  two  years 
ago,  involving  the  murder  of  some  twenty  non-union 
workmen.     By   his   own   statement   Darrow   knew   the 
men   were  guilty,  but  for  a  colossal  fee  he  sustained 
their  plea  of  innocence  and  sought  to  "save"  them  by 
methods   which  have  morally,   if   not  legally,   stamped 
him  as  a  criminal.     Today  Mr.  Darrow,  having  escaped 
conviction  on  one  infamous  charge,  rests  under  indict- 
ment   upon   another.     He  is  a   man   presumptively   in 
legal  discredit,  unquestionably  in  social  and  moral  dis- 
credit.     lie  has  not  the  first  claim  to  attention  or  re- 
spect on  the  part  of  worthy  men  or  of  wortlix 
If  it  he  urged  in  justification  that  Mr.  Darro 
ever  his  character  or  condition,  is  a  spokesmai 
lower  or  oppressed  classes — in  other  words,  a  cha 
of  ili     und'     dog — it  needs  only  to  be  noted  ll 

In      lerves     and     protects     are     invariah! 
n[.     The   McNamaras   were   very   f' 


being  "under  dogs";  they  were,  in  fact,  sleek,  prosper- 
ous, even  opulent  criminals,  whose  personal  gains  were 
won  by  murderous  contrivance  against  men  vastly  less 
prosperous  than  themselves.  In  other  words  Mr.  Dar- 
row is  the  champion,  not  of  men  oppressed,  but  of  men 
who  by  criminal  methods  make  a  trade  of  oppressing 
others.  It  is  the  shallowest  of  pretense  and  assumption 
to  claim  for  Mr.  Darrow  a  hearing  as  a  friend  of  the 
poor,  when  the  whole  of  his  energies  and  such  poor 
talents  as  he  commands  are  invariably  given,  not  in 
behalf  of  the  poor  man  and  the  victim,  but  of  the  crimi- 
nally prosperous  who  have  made  the  poor  their  victims. 
It  was  indeed  a  grievous  violation  of  propriety,  of 
taste,  even  of  morals,  to  invite  this  smirched  and  dis- 
credited man  to  instruct  a  group  of  earnest  women  con- 
cerning their  political  and  moral  duties.  The  circum- 
stance can  only  be  justified  by  the  plea  of  inexperience, 
inadvertence.  It  is  a  kind  of  mistake  which  may  indeed 
be  excused  once,  but  never  the  second  time.  It  would  be 
quite  as  reasonable  to  invite  Abe  Ruef  or  any  other 
man  in  stripes  over  from  San  Quentin  to  present  his 
reflections  upon  the  right,  the  true,  the.  good,  and  the 
beautiful.  t 

The  President's  Statement. 
It  is  not  easy  to  conceive  how  a  stronger,  more  com- 
prehensive, more  candid,  more  dignified,  more  manly 
presentment  could  be  made  than  that  by  Mr.  Taft 
respecting  the  achievements  of  his  presidency  and  the 
conditions  of  his  candidacy,  reproduced  elsewhere  in 
this  issue  of  the  Argonaut  from  the  Saturday  Evening 
Post  of  Philadelphia.  From  beginning  to  end  it  be- 
speaks the  patriot,  the  man  of  honesty,  the  man  of 
ability.  Nobody  of  just  and  impartial  mind  can  read 
it  without  accrediting  the  man  from  whom  it  comes 
with  sound  character,  wholesome  purposes,  and  a  right 
spirit  alike  towards  his  office  and  towards  his  country. 
Admitting  that  Mr.  Taft  has  made  mistakes,  even  some 
quite  serious  mistakes,  it  remains  true  that  his  presi- 
dency has  been  a  period  of  high  progressive  achieve- 
ment, and  that  all  the  dictates  of  common  sense  and 
national  prudence  justify  his  reelection.  If  times 
and  conditions  were  normal — if  the  minds  and  pur- 
poses of  men  were  under  the  direction  of  the  ordi- 
nary motives  of  judgment  and  restraint — there  would 
be  no  question  about  the  result  of  this  campaign.  That 
there  is  question  about  this  result — that  upon  careful 
study  of  prospects  Mr.  Taft  seems  more  likely  to  lose 
than  to  win — must  be  accredited  to  abnormal  condi- 
tions. 

What,  let  us  ask,  has  brought  about  this  state  of  the 
public  mind?  The  Argonaut's  theory  is  that  Mr. 
Roosevelt  brought  it  about,  first  by  his  career  in  the 
presidency,  second  by  the  agitations  and  moral  con- 
fusions engendered  by  his  candidacy  for  a  third  term. 
It  is  due,  we  think,  to  Mr.  Roosevelt — to  his  greed  for 
an  exclusive  popularity,  his  wish  to  be  thought  wiser, 
better,  more  devoted  than  any  and  all  other  men.  It 
is  this  in  the  inner  mind  of  this  extraordinary  man 
which  has  caused  him  in  season  and  out  of  season  to  so 
preach  and  so  acclaim  as  to  break  down  in  those  who 
implicitly  accept  his  teaching  the  spirit  of  patriotic 
faith.  Consciously  or  unconsciously  to  the  end  of 
making  himself  a  supreme  moral  hero,  he  has  so  con- 
trived to  raise  doubts  with  respect  to  the  character  of 
other  men  as  to  involve  a  goodly  number  of  people  in 
despair  of  the  country  unless  this  one  only  all-virtuous 
man  may  save  it. 

It  is  claimed  that  Mr.  Roosevelt  in  the  early 
part  of  his  career  did  a  vast  deal  of  good.  We 
question  the  judgment  which  thus  accredits  him.  But 
if  he  really  did  do  some  good  it  has  been  more  than 
nullified  by  the  destruction  he  has  wrought  in  that 
faith  and  confidence  which  in  times  past  were  woven 
into  the  warp  and  woof  of  our  great  national  tra- 
dition, our  exceeding  high  national  spirit.  That 
which  it  was  the  care  of  George  Washington,  of 
Thomas  Jefferson,  of  Andrew  Jackson,  of  Abraham 
Lincoln  in  the  presidency  to  sustain  and  build  up,  Mr. 
Roosevelt  wantonly  sacrificed  to  feed  his  own  vanity 
and  ambition.  Since  he  became  possessed  of  the  pas- 
sion to  reinstate  himself  in  official  power  Mr.  Roose- 
velt has  permitted  no  scruples  to  stand  between  him  and 
his  aims.     By  his  denunriatinme  nf  mo„  v,e  lias  wrought 

ft 

■     : 

■.'■■' 


dential  candidacy  to  the  low  level  of  prize-ring  politics. 
A  man  of  Mr.  Taft's  sensibilities  and  propensities 
is  wholly  unfitted  for  conditions  of  politics  so  dis- 
ordered and  degraded.  His  appeal  is  to  intelligence, 
to  character,  to  respect.  He  is  incapable  of  the  kind 
of  rough-and-tumble  combat  which  the  last  few  months 
have  called  for.  If  Mr.  Taft  shall  be  beaten — and 
there  seems  small  hope  of  his  success  in  spite  of  his 
many  merits — it  will  be  due  to  Mr.  Roosevelt,  first  in 
breaking  down  the  faith  of  the  average  man  in  the  in- 
tegrity of  our  system,  second  in  so  lowering  the  terms 
and  conditions  of  campaign  procedure  as  to  render 
ineffective  any  efforts  possible  to  be  made  by  a  man  of 
Mr.  Taft's  standards  of.  decorum.  It  looks  now  as  if 
the  government  would  be  turned  over  to  the  Democratic 
party.  And  if  it  shall  be  so,  the  moral  responsibility 
will  rest  upon  Theodore  Roosevelt. 


The  1904  Campaign  Fund. 
There  can  no  longer  be  any  reasonable  or  even 
possible  questioning  of  the  testimony  of  John  D.  Arch- 
bold,  J.  P.  Morgan,  Treasurer  Sheldon,  and  others  as 
to  the  support  given  by  "big  business"  to  Mr.  Roose- 
velt's presidential  campaign  in  1904.  Among  the  con- 
tributors were: 

J.   P.   Morgan $100,000 

J.    P.    Morgan   &   Co. 

(add.) 50,000 

International     H  a  r  - 

vester  Co 100,000 

H.  H.  R 100,000 

J.   D.  X 100,000 

George  J.  Gould 100,000 

Chauncey  M.  Depew.    100,000 


J.  H.  Hyde 

E.  H.  Harriman 

C.  H.  Mellen,  Pres.. 
C.  N.  Bliss  for  P.  R. 
C.  N.  Bliss  for  P.  R. 
Isaac  B.  Seligman... 


50,000 
50,000 
50,000 
25,000 
30,000 
15,000 


lacob  H.  Schiff 30,000 

Whitelaw  Reid   20,000 

A.   D.  Juillard 10,000 

For     M.     A.     Hanna 

family 15,000 

Andrew  Carnegie  . . .  10,000 

H.  C.  Frick 50,000 

John  F.  Dryden 30,000 

G.  Von  L.  Meyer...  35,000 

T.  C.  Du  Pont 5,000 

James  Stillman 10,000 

D.  O.  Mills 50,000 

H.  McKay  Twombly.  10,000 

George  W.  Perkins..  30,000 


Many  other  names  might  be  set  down,  but  here  are 
enough  to  indicate  the  range  of  the  "interests"  con- 
tributing to  the  fund  and  to  confirm  the  statement  of 
Treasurer  Kellogg  that  of  the  whole  sum — something 
over  two  million  two  hundred  thousand  dollars — 
seventy-three  and  one-half  per  cent  came  from  "big 
business." 

When  it  is  remembered  that  Mr.  Roosevelt,  through 
representatives  personally  chosen — the  nominal  head  of 
the  national  committee  being  his  own  private  secretary 
— was  in  direct  charge  of  the  campaign,  the  claim  that 
he  knew  nothing  about  wdiere  this  fund  came  from  is 
unbelievable.  Credulity  may  go  a  long  way,  but  it  has 
its  limits.  Certainly  it  can  not  go  far  enough  to  believe 
that  in  this  instance  Mr.  Roosevelt  speaks  the  voice 
of  candor.  If  he  did  not  know  that  the  greater  part 
of  the  1904  campaign  fund  came  from  "big  business," 
he  has  the  interesting  distinction  of  being  the  one  in- 
telligent man  in  the  country  who  did  not  know  it. 

Besides,  why  did  Mr.  Roosevelt,  if  he  did  not  know 
where  his  campaign  fund  came  from,  charge  Judge 
Parker  with  being  seven  kinds  of  a  liar  when  the  latter 
set  forth  the  fact?  Where  is  Mr.  Roosevelt's  justifica- 
tion for  his  positive,  censorious,  and  calumniating 
charge  against  Judge  Parker  if  he  did  not  know  the 
sources  of  his  campaign  fund? 

Furthermore,  Mr.  Roosevelt  has  set  down  the  prin- 
ciple with  utmost  emphasis  in  the  case  of  Senator  Lori- 
mer  that  no  man  in  honesty  or  honor  can  permit  money 
to  be  spent  in  his  behalf  without  knowing  by  whom  the 
money  is  provided.  Where  is  the  difference  between 
Senator  Lorimer  pleading  innocence  in  the  face  of 
grave  charges  and  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  pleading  innocence 
in  a  like  situation? 

In  view   of  the   fact  that  acceptance    of    campaign 
money  from  any  and  every  source  had  for  many  years 
been  the  common  practice  of  politics,  that  all  parties  did 
it  and  everybody  knew  about  it,  it  would  be  easy  to  ex- 
cuse, even  in  a  sense  to  justify,  Mr.  Roosevelt's  part  in 
this  particular  case.     The  fact  which  reflects  upon  Mr. 
Roosevelt  is  not  so  much  the  acceptance  of  campaign 
money    from   "big   business"    in    1904   as   his   positive, 
mendacious,    and    abusive    denial    of    Judge    Parker's 
statement  about  it,  and  of  his   (Roosevelt's)   more  re- 
cent repudiation  of  the  charges,  first  as  a  pure  fiction 
;he  knew  nothing  about.     It  is 
ded  a  scandalous  assault  upon 
i   scandalous  repudiation  of  a 
that   the   matter   becomes   so 
In  other  words,  it  was  not 
uy  the  receipt  and  expenditure 
to  have  denounced  an  honest 
•         irther  denied  the  eharge-and 


October  26,  1912 


THE    ARGONAUT 


then  to  cringe  before  it.  The  incident  demonstrates 
that  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  what  the  Argonaut  has  long  be- 
lieved him  to  be,  a  blustering,  habitual  false-witness 
and  a  moral  coward. 


Electoral  Apathy. 

The  newspapers  of  New  York,  and  of  other  parts  of 
the  country  as  well,  are  wondering  at  the  small  electoral 
registration  just  as  they  were  wondering  a  few  months 
ago  at  the  small  votes  in  the  presidential  primaries. 
The  registration  in  New  York  for  the  first  few  days 
was  25  per  cent  lower  than  that  of  1908,  and  we  may 
remind  ourselves  that  the  vote  at  the  presidential  pri- 
maries was  often  so  small  as  to  furnish  no  indication 
of  ultimate  results.  All  this  must  be  a  little  dis- 
heartening to  the  reformers,  who  are  never  tired  of 
telling  us  that  a  sovereign  people  is  about  to  rise  in 
its  majesty,  presumably  for  no  better  reason  than  to 
apportion  the  remunerative  positions  among  the  said 
reformers.  It  is  an  inspiring  prospect  for  the  would- 
be  beneficiaries,  but  it  must  be  admitted  that  if  the 
people  are  preparing  to  rise,  and  to  do  all  the  other 
startling  things  accredited  to  them,  they  are  very  slow 
at  the  start. 

The  reason  for  the  apathy  is  clear  enough  to  those 
who  have  to  work  for  a  living  or  who  have  something 
else  to  do  than  pose  as  the  incarnated  moralities.  The 
electorate  in  general  is  sick  and  tired  of  politics.  The 
average  citizen  is  reaching  the  conclusion  that  the 
game  is  not  worth  the  candle,  and  that  any  possible 
advantages  that  will  accrue  to  him  from  upsetting 
something  or  "getting"  somebody  are  insignificant  in 
comparison  with  the  trouble  and  worry  of  doing  it. 
There  was  a  time  when  politics  was  looked  upon  as  a 
means  to  an  end.  It  was  always  a  cumbersome,  awk- 
ward, and  brutal  means,  but  at  least  there  was  an  end 
of  some  sort.  Something,  at  least,  was  settled  for  a 
time,  and  an  election  once  over  the  real  business  of 
life  could  go  on.  The  electoral  machinery  was  always 
too  big,  but  at  least  it  produced  something.  It  is  now 
ten  times  bigger  and  it  produces  practically  nothing. 
Direct  primaries,  the  initiative,  the  referendum,  and  the 
recall  follow  each  other  in  an  almost  continuous  pro- 
cession and  without  the  slightest  influence  upon  the 
public  fortune  except  an  evil  one.  What  more  natural 
than  that  there  should  be  a  public  revolt  and  that  the 
citizen  harassed  by  an  almost  daily  demand  for  his 
vote  should  at  last  refuse  to  vote  at  all?  The  New 
York  registrations  and  the  presidential  primaries  seem 
to  show  that  this  is  what  he  is  actually  doing. 

It  is  a  pity,  because  it  means  the  relegation  of  poli- 
tics to  the  hands  of  bosses.  Exactly  as  the  political 
machinery  becomes  intricate  so  the  bosses  become  nu- 
merous and  powerful.  The  bewilderment  of  the  voter 
is  the  opportunity  of  the  professional  politician,  and 
there  are  always  sinister  forces  ready  to  profit  by  the 
multiplicity  of  elections  and  of  direct  appeals.  Cali- 
fornia has  gone  further  than  almost  any  other  state 
in  this  bogus  democracy,  and  as  a  result  we  find  the 
political  boss  more  firmly  in  the  saddle  here  than  any- 
where else.  The  Johnsons,  the  Pillsburys,  and  the 
Lissners  are  the  vicious  fruit  of  a  vicious  system  that 

first  confuses  the  public  mind  and  then  misleads  it. 

♦ 

Editorial  Notes. 

Just  before  the  election  in  1904,  Judge  Parker,  Demo- 
cratic candidate  for  the  presidency,  declared  definitely 
and  publicly  that  the  campaign  of  his  rival,  Mr.  Roose- 
velt, was  in  large  measure  financed  by  the  great  capi- 
talistic organizations  of  the  country.  With  his  usual 
promptness  and  with  his  usual  fierceness,  Mr.  Roose- 
velt retorted  that  there  was  no  foundation  for  Judge 
Parker's  charge.  He  went  further  in  his  delicate  way 
to  say  that  Judge  Parker  was  an  unmitigated  liar. 
Now  it  has  been  definitely  proved  that  Judge  Parker's 
original  statement  was  true — that  in  fact  Mr.  Roose- 
velt's 1904  campaign  was  in  large  measure  financed  by 
the  great  railway  systems,  the  great  banks,  and  the 
great  trusts.  Mr.  Roosevelt,  after  repeated  denials  of 
the  fact,  now  in  the  face  of  an  overwhelming  demon- 
stration, pleads  that  he  did  not  know  anything  about  it. 
If  now  by  some  considerable  stretch  of  the  imagination 
we  may  assume  that  Mr.  Roosevelt's  latest  pose  is  a 
sincere  one,  does  it  not  leave  him  as  a  man  and  as  a 
gentleman  under  a  plainly  indicated  obligation  to  Judge 
Parker?  Having  applied  to  Judge  Parker  a  coarse  and 
scandalous  charge — having  called  him  in  plain  terms  a 
liar — is  it  not  due  in  view  of  the  now  proved  facts  that 
he  render  to  Judge  Parker  a  retraction  and  apology? 
If  Mr.  Roosevelt  were  the  gallant,  morally  inspired  son 
of  nil  the  virtues  he  is  claimed  to  be,  would  he  rest 


for  one  hour  in  the  position  of  one  who  declines  or 
neglects  to  make  such  amends  as  may  be  made  for  a 
false  and  gross  accusation? 

THE   SUPREME   ISSUE. 


By  President  Tan. 


[From  the  Saturday   Evening  Post,   Philadelphia,   October    19,    1912.] 

When  I  took  the  oath  of  the  highest  office  in  the  gift  of 
my  fellow-citizens  it  was  with  no  lack  of  appreciation  of  the 
great  honor  that  had  been  done  me,  but  with  an  infinitely 
greater  realization  of  the  heavy,  the  almost  terrible,  respon- 
sibility that  rests  on  the  President  of  the  United  States.  To 
me  there  came  as  a  heritage  the  noble  records  of  those  who 
had  gone  before,  Washington  and  Lincoln,  Grant  and  Gar- 
field, McKinley  and  Roosevelt,  great  Presidents  and  great 
Republicans. 

On  me  rested  the  responsibility  of  maintaining  the  high 
standard  they  had  set,  of  doing  credit  to  my  party  by  serving 
the  country  to  the  best  of  my  ability,  and  of  carrying  on  to 
successful  fruition  those  wise  policies  devised  by  my  prede- 
cessors, which  had  become  synonymous  with  Republicanism 
as  they  were  with  good  government.  And  I  have  kept  the 
faith. 

Ours  is  the  party  that  does  things,  as  distinguished  from 
those  who  merely  oppose  and  those  who  only  propose.  Un- 
der its  skillful  guidance  many  storms  have  been  weathered, 
many  vicissitudes  have  been  survived.  Fallacies  have  com- 
manded public  confidence  and  lost  it.  Our  opponents  have 
espoused  such  nostrums  as  greenbackism  and  free  silver, 
while  we  have  preserved  the  even  tenor  of  our  way,  unshaken 
by  the  storm,  and  ultimately  it  has  been  given  us  to  prove 
that  these  panaceas  were  not  progress  and  that  advancement 
could  be  made  only  along  sane  lines,  step  by  step — that  it 
was  and  is,  "liberty  under  the  law." 

The  noblest  achievement  of  the  Republican  party  has  been 
the  extension  and  the  conservation  of  liberty,  its  proudest 
boast  that  it  freed  the  slaves.  Perhaps  it  is  because  it  has 
always  been  the  sacred  trust  of  this  party  to  act  as  the  con- 
servator of  liberty  that  it  is  least  willing  to  experiment  with 
those  innovations  that  would  jeopard  the  integrity  of  our 
judiciary,  which  for  more  than  a  century  has  been  the  bul- 
wark of  liberty,  the  protection  of  the  weak  against  the  strong, 
and  the  safeguard  of  the  rights  of  the  minority,  standing  as 
adamant  against  temporary  majorities  until  time  and  wisdom 
have  served  to  show  the  right.  And  once  they  perceive  the 
right,  no  majority  of  Americans  will  stand  for  what  is  wrong. 

The  oath  taken  by  the  President  of  the  United  States  calls 
upon  God  to  witness  that  he  will  uphold  the  Constitution  of 
the  United  States,  and  when  I  took  that  oath  I  took  it  witi* 
full  and  unqualified  conviction  that  "the  fabric  our  fathers 
builded  will  stand  all  shocks  of  faith  or  fortune."  Bound  by 
that  pledge  and  guided  by  that  conviction,  I  have  spurned 
every  attempt  to  undermine  that  great  bill  of  rights  which 
is  indispensable  to  the  preservation  of  our  liberties ;  and  no 
man  can  say  I  have  ever  faltered,  even  when,  as  in  more 
than  one  instance,  the  course  to  which  I  was  pledged  for- 
feited a  certain  popular  approval  or  impelled  the  criticism  of 
the  thoughtless  or  of  that  far  greater  class,  those  too  greatly 
occupied  in  the  turmoil  of  our  industrial  progress  to  investi- 
gate and  reflect. 

It  is  easy  to  bandy  charges  and  to  misrepresent  motives. 
Any  man  can  bear  false  witness  against  his  neighbor,  but 
charges  are  not  proof  and  calumnies  are  not  evidence,  and 
I  defy  any  man  to  prove  that  I  have  ever  been  false  to  my 
solemn  responsibilities,  have  ever  betrayed  the  trust  reposed 
in  me.  I  face  the  future  confident  that  my  acts  will  prove 
my  motives  and  that  time  will  confound  those  who  have 
misrepresented  them. 

For  sixty  years  this  nation  has  prospered  under  the  policy 
of  protection  for  its  own  people  against  the  competition  of 
those  less  well  governed.  High  standards  of  living  for 
American  workmen  have  been  maintained.  Our  producers 
and  our  manufacturers  have  prospered  and  our  wealth  has 
increased  by  leaps  and  bounds.  To  the  policy  of  protection 
I  have  stood  committed  alike  by  conviction  and  by  the  plat- 
form on  which  I  was  chosen.  In  support  of  that  policy  I 
have  stood  foursquare  to  all  the  winds  that  blew,  heedless  of 
unjust  criticism,  whether  it  came  from  the  standpat  element 
of  the  party,  which  opposed  all  tariff  revision,  or  from  those 
radicals,  fewer  in  number,  who  would  have  had  the  execu- 
tive approve  any  tariff  measure  that  lowered  the  duties,  re- 
gardless of  the  injury  it  might  inflict,  or  from  those  insin- 
cere critics  who  have  ruthlessly  misrepresented  the  facts  for 
their  own  political  gain. 

The  Payne  Tariff  Bill  I  approved  because,  above  all,  it 
provided  the  machinery  by  which  alone  a  just  and  intelligent 
revision  of  the  tariff  could  be  effected — a  tariff  board  which, 
without  political  bias  and  free  from  political  pressure,  would 
ascertain  those  facts  essential  to  any  intelligent  adjustment 
of  the  rates  of  duty ;  because  it  clothed  the  executive  with 
power,  by  means  of  maximum  and  minimum  rates,  to  compel 
just  treatment  from  foreign  nations  of  American  products 
and  exports  ;  because  it  imposed  a  tax  on  the  profits  of  cor- 
porations that  at  once  gave  to  the  government  an  insight  into 
the  operations  of  these  important  instrumentalities  of  busi- 
ness, which  it  had  in  no  other  way  been  able  to  obtain,  and 
because  it  provided  the  machinery  whereby  increased  reve- 
nues could  be  collected  with  facility  in  the  face  of  an  emerg- 
ency ;  because  it  granted  to  the  Filipinos  that  measure  of 
justice  to  which  this  nation  stood  pledged  and  which  was 
essential  to  their  prosperity;  and,  finally,  because  it  effected  a 
material  reduction  in  the  rates  of  duty — not  so  much  of  a 
reduction  as  I  desired,  but  as  much  as  I  believed  could  be 
secured  without  the  aid  of  that  machinery,  the  Tariff  Board, 
which  it  created. 

Those    Democratic   and    half-breed    tariff   bills    which    have 


since  been  passed  I  have  disapproved  because  they  constituted 
a  menace  to  the  welfare  of  the  American  workmen,  having 
been  conceived  in  insincerity,  drafted  in  ignorance,  and  passed 
with  reckless  disregard  for  the  millions  dependent  for  a  liveli- 
hood on  the  prosperity  of  the  industries  they  would  have  un- 
dermined. The  passage  of  adequate  and  intelligent  tariff  bills 
I  have  not  failed  to»urge,  but  the  approval  of  inadequate,  un- 
intelligent and  menacing  tariff  measures  I  have  not  failed  to 
disapprove ;  even  though  it  would  have  been  easier  to  disap- 
prove the  Payne  bill  and  to  approve  the  makeshift  measures 
of  a  later  date.  Had  I  been  recreant  to  my  trust  and  so- 
licitous only  for  my  own  political  fortunes  a  different  course 
might  have  appealed  to  me,  but  I  pursued  the  course  that 
was  right  and  for  which  I  have  no  regrets. 

Let  any  fair-minded  man  read  carefully  the  reports  of  the 
Tariff  Board  on  the  industries  it  has  investigated,  together 
with  the  messages  that  accompanied  and  explained  my  vetoes 
— and  it  is  the  duty  of  intelligent  Americans  to  read  such 
documents  and  to  inform  themselves  before  they  judge  the 
acts  and  motives  of  their  public  servants — and  if  he  believes 
in  the  doctrine  of  protection  at  all  he  will  cordially  approve 
of  the  vetoes.  If  he  be  a  freetrader,  as  I  suspect  many  who 
write  for  the  press  are,  he  will  of  course  disapprove  any 
step  that  prevented  a  lowering  of  the  rates  of  duty,  but  to 
such  Republicanism  can  make  no  appeal.  The  freetrader 
belongs  in  the  camp  of  our  political  enemies,  the  Democrats, 
who  have  solemnly  declared  as  the  first  proposition  of  their 
platform  that  "the  federal  government  under  the  constitution 
has  no  right  or  power  to  impose  or  collect  tariff  duties  ex- 
cept for  the  purpose  of  revenue." 

If  a  Republican  President  fail  to  guard  as  far  as  he  can 
the  industries  of  the  country  to  the  extent  of  giving  them  a 
living  measure  of  protection,  and  business  disaster  ensues, 
he  is  recreant  to  his  duty. 

No  such  b  ."  of  progressive  legislation  has  ever  been 
achieved,    or    eg  1,    by   any   party   as   that    embodied 

in  the  railw?  .  last   administrations. 

The  railway  — ^ss    in 

the   first    ye- 
ment    of    the    polic; 
in  the  Hepburn  Act.     It  supj 
Commerce   Commission   in   many  details   .. 
the  earlier  measure,  and  it  added  to  the  powers  of  the  « 
mission    supervision    over    express    companies    and    telegraph, 
telephone   and   cable   lines.     It   established   a   commerce   court, 
which  has  been  able  to   hand  down  final  decisions  within  six 
months,    instead   of   deferring   them   for   nearly   two   years,   as 
was   inevitable  in   the   crowded  circuit   courts   which    formerly 
had   jurisdiction   over   such   causes.     It    authorized   the    com- 
mission   to    institute    investigations    of    rates    without    waiting 
for  formal  complaint  to   be  filed,  to  protect  water  lines  from 
the   unfair   competition   of   railroads,    and    it   enacted   a    long- 
and-short-haul    clause    that    has    proved    invaluable     to     many 
communities.     It   has  been   extensively   attacked,   especially   as 
originally  recommended  by  the  executive;   but  the  insincerity 
of   these    attacks   is   best    demonstrated   by    the    fact    that    the 
provision    most    bitterly    assailed    was    that   authorizing    traffic 
agreements    between    the    railroads    under    the    supervision    of 
the    commission,    a    recommendation    that    had    been    made    by 
my  predecessor  in  four  separate  messages  to   Congress. 

Closely  connected  with  the  railway  legislation  of  this  ad- 
ministration have  been  certain  acts  passed  for  the  protection 
of  labor.  Among  these  are  the  laws  restricting  the  hours  of 
labor  of  trainmen  and  telegraph  operators ;  the  Boiler  In- 
spection and  Safety  Appliance  Act  and  the  "Ashpan  Act,"  all 
designed  to  protect  the  lives  and  insure  the  safety  of  railroad 
employees;  the  creation  of  the  Children's  Bureau,  designed 
to  protect  and  supervise  the  labor  of  women  and  children — 
about  which  others  have  talked  much  and  done  nothing — and 
at  the  head  of  which  I  have  placed  a  woman  of  keen  sym- 
pathies and  rare  ability;  and  the  Workmen's  Compensation 
Act  which,  although  not  yet  a  law,  has  passed  the  Senate  and 
was  temporarily  held  up  in  the  House  solely  because  our 
opponents  would  not  permit  the  administration  to  gain  credit 
for  so  humane  and  wise  and  progressive  a  measure  on  the 
eve  of  a  national  election.  This  measure,  which  is  certain  to 
become  a  law,  will  prove  of  infinite  value  to  workmen,  gain- 
ing for  them  a  just  compensation  for  injuries,  saving  them 
the  cost  of  protracted  legislation,  eliminating  that  inequality 
which  the  financial  resources  of  their  employers  too  often 
created,  and  insuring  to  their  widows  and  families  a  measure 
of  support. 

The  trust  policy  of  this  administration  has  been  firm,  con- 
sistent, and  effective.  Great  corporations  seeking  to  monopo- 
lize industry  have  been  dissolved.  No  discrimination  has 
been  shown  toward  friend  or  foe.  The  bitter  enmity  of 
"big  business"  has  been  incurred  on  the  one  hand,  and  the 
condemnation  of  those  who  expected  these  prosecutions  to 
destroy  instead  of  regulate  business  on  the  other,  but  neither 
has  altered  the  course  of  the  administration,  and  the  ends 
achieved  have  warranted  the  sacrifice  of  a  certain  popular 
approval.  During  the  seven  and  a  half  years  preceding  this 
administration  forty-four  cases  against  trusts  were  instituted. 
During  the  less  than  four  years  of  this  administration  tweniy- 
two  civil  suits  and  forty-five  criminal  indictments  have  been 
brought  under  the  Anti-Trust  Law.  It  is  not  surprising  that 
the  powerful  interests  that  hitherto  have  enjoyed  immunity 
from  prosecution  should  employ  strenuous  and  de\  ious 
methods  to  create  the  impression  that  these  prosecutions  are 
ineffective  on  the  one  hand,  and  certain  to  destroy  the  pros- 
perity of  the  nation  on  the  other.  The  fact  remains  that  the 
law  is  now  respected  and  observed,  and  that,  whereas  in  the 
past  the  organization  of  trusts  designed  to  acquire  monopolies 
of  the  industries  in  which  they  were  engaged  was  an  almost 
daily  occurrence,  none  has  been  organized  during  the  last  two 
years.  Time  will  demonstrate  the  source  of  the  opposition 
to  my  enforcement  of  the  Anti-Trust  Law.  but  in  the  mean- 
time wise  nun  will  not  be  duped  by  the  vituperative  rduisc 
of  those  whose  monopolistic  ambitions  have  b 
by    those    who    are    seeking    In    utilize    the    di. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  26,  1912. 


the  trustmakers  to  further  their  own  political  ambitions. 
In  a  limited  space  it  is  impossible  to  review  all  the 
grounds  on  which  the  Republican  party  bases  its  claim  to 
continued  confidence  and  retention  in  power.  But  it  should 
not  be  forgotten  that  it  is  as  much  the  duty  of  a  great  party 
to  oppose  policies  and  legislation  that  would  prove  inimical 
to  the  welfare  of  the  nation  as  to  urge  remedies  for  existing 
evils.  The  recall  of  judges  and  judicial  decisions  is  hostile 
to  that  form  of  government  which  has  made  the  United  States 
the  greatest  nation  in  the  world,  which  has  fostered  liberty, 
promoted  equality  of  opportunity,  and  achieved  a  prosperity 
beyond  the  most  sanguine  dreams  of  our  forefathers.  The 
recall  as  applied  to  judges  and  their  decisions  would  under- 
mine the  independence  of  the  judiciary,  subject  our  judges 
to  political  influences,  and  render  it  futile  for  the  poor  and 
the  weak  to  look  to  the  courts  for  justice.  It  should  be  our 
constant  aim  to  achieve  as  complete  a  separation  of  the 
judiciary  and  politics  as  we  have  of  church  and  state,  and  the 
institution  of  the  recall  as  applied  to  the  judiciary  is  retro- 
gression, not  progress. 

As  we  listen  to  demagogic  or  to  fatuojs  reformers  let  us 
not  forget  that  votes  are  not  bread,  constitutional  amend- 
ments are  not  work,  referendums  do  not  pay  rent  or  furnish 
homes,  recalls  do  not  provide  clothing,  initiatives  do  not 
supply  employment  or  relieve  inequalities  of  condition  or 
opportunity.  For  any  definite  plans  from  those  who  advocate 
these  innovations,  which  will  promote  equality  of  opportunity 
and  ameliorate  hardships,  we  listen  in  vain. 

Unfortunately,  hostility  to  the  judiciary  and  measures  to 
take  away  its  power  and  independence  constitute  the  chief 
definite  plans  of  that  class  of  politicians  and  reformers  from 
which  the  Republican  party  escaped  at  Chicago  and  to  which 
the  Democratic  party  yielded  at  Baltimore.  And  I  use  that 
word  "escaped"  advisedly. 

No  consideration  of  party  weal  or  personal  ambition  would 
for  a  single  instant  tempt  me  to  stand  before  the  American 
people  as  the  presidential  candidate  of  a  great  party,  did  I 
not  know  that  there  was  no  stain  or  flaw  resting  on  my 
nomination  ;  did  I  not  know  from  the  most  painstaking  exam- 
ination of  the  evidence  that  the  reckless  assaults  on  the 
integrity  of  that  nomination  are  as  baseless  as  they  are 
vicious;  did  I  not  "know  that  every  candid  and  unprejudiced 
observer,  who  will  devote  the  time  and  pains  necessary  to  an 
examination  of  the  proceedings  of  the  Republican  National 
Committee  and  of  the  Republican  National  Convention,  must 
pronounce  the  nomination  conferred  on  me  without  stain  and 
without  defect.  But,  knowing  that,  I  know  it  is  my  solemn 
duty  to  the  party  that  has  so  honored  me  and  to  the  people 
who  four  years  ago  elected  me  to  the  highest  office  in  their 
gift  to  stand  resolute  against  those  policies  and  politicians 
who  would  sacrifice  the  welfare  of  this  fair  republic  to  per- 
sonal ambition   or  to  unwise  economic  experimentation. 

I  have  sworn  to  uphold  the  constitution,  and  so  I  stand, 
as  the  Republican  party  has  always  stood,  for  the  constitution 
as  it  is,  with  such  amendments  adopted  according  to  its  pro- 
visions as  new  conditions,  thoroughly  understood,  may  re- 
quire, and  this  is  the  supreme  issue  of  this  campaign.  In 
this  fair  land  there  are  many  Democrats  who  also  revere 
the  constitution,  and  who  view  with  equal  aversion  those 
radical  propositions  recklessly  advanced  to  satisfy  what  is 
supposed  to  be  popular  clamor.  To  them  also  I  appeal,  con- 
fident that  a  majority  of  the  voters  will  be  able  to  distinguish 
between  the  substance  of  performance  and  the  fustian  of 
promise ;  that  they  will  be  able  to  perceive  that  those  who 
would  deliberately  foment  discontent  and  cultivate  hostility 
toward  those  who  represent  the  business  progress  of  this 
country   are   sowing   dragons'   teeth. 

Who  are  the  people?  They  are  not  alone  the  unfortunate 
and  the  weak ;  they  are  the  weak  and  the  strong,  the  poor 
and  the  rich,  and  the  many  who  are  neither;  the  wage-earner 
and  the  capitalist ;  the  farmer  and  the  professional  man ; 
the  merchant  and  the  manufacturer;  the  storekeeper  and 
the  clerk;  the  railroad  manager  and  the  employee — they  all 
make  up  the  people  and  they  all  contribute  to  the  running  of 
the  government,  and  they  have  not  given  into  the  hands  of 
any  one  the  mandate  to  speak  for  them  as  peculiarly  the 
people's  representative. 

Especially  does  not  he  represent  them  who,  assuming  that 
the  people  are  only  the  discontented,  would  stir  them  up 
against  the  remainder  of  those  whose  government  alike 
this  is. 

Before  this  the  American  people  have  become  confused 
and  misled  by  specious  appeals  to  their  prejudices,  but  the 
bubbles  of  demagogic  promise  have  been  pricked,  the  people 
have  come  to  a  clearer  appreciation  of  their  own  interests 
and  to  the  rejection  of  specious  nostrums.  And  so  I  believe 
that  when  the  votes  are  counted  in  November  the  great  and 
dependable  common  sense  of  the  American  people  will  be 
found  to  have  asserted  itself.  I  am  confident  that  they  will 
not  have  permitted  either  the  sugar-coated  nostrums  of  the 
third  party  or  the  retrogressive  tariff  principles  of  our  time- 
honored  opponents  to  have  tempted  them  to  menace  the  pros- 
perity of  the  nation  by  a  change  of  political  administration. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


At  Osawatomie,  Kansas,  where  John  Brown  was 
most  active  in  his  anti-slavery  work,  there  has  been 
established  the  John  Brown  memorial  park,  the  chief 
attraction  in  which  will  be  the  cabin  that  the  noted 
abolitionist  and  his  sons  built  on  their  claim  west  of 
Osawatomie,  and  in  which  they  lived.  This  cabin, 
made  of  solid  oak  logs,  has  been  removed  to  the  me- 
morial park,  where,  with  other  relics,  it  will  be  pre- 
served. It  was  one  of  the  few  buildings  in  the  vicinity 
that  escaped  (Vstruction  in  the  pro-slavery  raids. 
m*^ 

Maiwatchin,  one   the  borders  of  Russia   in   Asia,   is 

the  only  cit     in  the  world  peopled  by  men  only.     Chi- 

.  .men'  -re  not  only  forbidden  to  live  in  this  terri- 

i  vc  i  to  pass  the  great  wall  of  Kalkan  and 

Mongolia. 


A  special  correspondent  of  the  London  Daily  Express,  and 
one  who  knows  what  he  is  saying,  is  of  opinion  that  the 
Macedonian  Christians  will  count  for  little  when  there  is  a 
call  to  arms  against  the  Turks.  "I  have  spent,"  he  says, 
"many  weeks  among  them  and  was  astounded  by  their  cow- 
ardice. Their  whole  conversation  consisted  of  lamentations 
over  their  unhappy  plight;  they  could  not  protect  their  crops, 
they  dared  not  walk  out  after  dark,  and  they  were  not  even 
allowed  to  carry  arms,  which  they  would  certainly  be  in- 
capable of  using."  Other  writers  have  testified  to  the  same 
effect,  the  general  opinion  seeming  to  be  that  the  Armenian 
and  Macedonian  Christians  are  the  most  cowardly  people  in 
the  world.  So  far  as  the  Armenian  is  concerned,  any  one 
who  has  ever  bought  a  rug  knows  what  he  is. 


That  Europe  owes  a  vast  debt  of  gratitude  to  the  Balkan 
peoples  can  hardly  be  described  as  a  self-evident  proposition, 
but  it  was  once  set  forth  with  some  vigor  and  without  oppo- 
sition by  Mr.  Gladstone.  He  said:  "They  were  like  a 
shelving  beach  which  restrained  the  ocean.  That  beach,  it  is 
true,  is  beaten  by  the  waves ;  it  is  laid  desolate ;  it  produces 
nothing;  it  becomes  perhaps  nothing  save  a  mass  of  shingle, 
of  rock,  of  almost  useless  seaweed.  But  it  is  a  fence  behind 
which  the  cultivated  earth  can  spread,  and  escape  the  in- 
coming tide,  and  such  was  the  resistance  of  Bulgarians,  of 
Servians,  and  of  Greeks.  It  was  that  resistance  which  left 
Europe  to  claim  the  enjoyment  of  her  own  religion  and  to 
develop  her  institutions  and  her  laws."  There  was  a  time 
when  the  Mohammedan  ruled  in  the  far  west  as  well  as  in 
the  far  east  of  Europe.  He  has  relinquished  his  grip  upon 
Spain  and  upon  southern  France,  and  it  seems  now  as  though 
his  days  in  the  East  are  nearly  at  an  end. 


There  are  always  plenty  of  people  who  will  believe  any- 
thing if  only  it  is  impossible  enough.  Thus  we  find  the 
Paris  Temps  summing  up  the  evidence  for  the  contention 
that  Napoleon  did  not  die  at  St.  Helena,  but  that  his  place 
was  taken  by  a  "double,"  a  private  soldier  named  Robeaud. 
The  evidence  makes  quite  a  respectable  showing  when  suit- 
ably arranged,  and  doubtless  decorated  with  an  artistic  pen. 
Napoleon,  it  seems,  settled  in  Verona  in  Italy,  opened  an 
optician's  shop,  and  was  eventually  shot  by  a  sentinel  as  he 
was  attempting  to  climb  the  park  wall  of  the  palace  of  Schon- 
brunn,  near  Vienna.  Those  who  are  interested  in  this  effort 
to  upset  a  canon  of  history  are  respectfully  referred  to  the 
columns  of  the  Temps. 

The  Christians  of  the  Eastern  Church  are  drawing  all  sorts 
of  portents  from  the  injuries  inflicted  upon  the  Mosque  of 
St.  Sophia  by  the  recent  earthquake.  Their  position  is  cer- 
tainly a  hard  one.  They  look  upon  St.  Sophia  as  the  head- 
quarters of  their  faith,  very  much  as  Catholics  look  upon  St. 
Peter's  at  Rome.  The  mosque  has  been  so  seriously  damaged 
as  to  be  likely  to  fall,  while  its  Mohammedan  owners  do 
nothing  themselves  for  its  safety  and  refuse  to  allow  the 
Christians  to  do  anything.  Mr.  Thomas  Graham  Jackson,  the 
London  architect,  who  has  thoroughly  examined  the  building, 
reports  gravely  as  to  its  condition.  He  says  that  the  dome 
is  no  longer  circular,  but  deformed,  and  that  the  great  arches 
are  distorted.  The  crown  of  the  dome  seems  to  have  sunk 
and  some  of  the  ribs  have  been  so  nearly  straightened  as  to 
have  lost  their  arch  construction.  A  correspondent  of  the 
London  World  says  that  the  Christians  of  the  East  have  never 
really  accepted  St.  Sophia  as  a  mosque.  "I  remember,"  he 
says,  "being  taken  over  it  by  a  young  Russian  who  spoke  of 
it  all  the  time  as  a  church.  At  last  I  remonstrated.  He 
pointed  a  finger  to  the  altar,  and  to  the  paper  texts  from  the 
Koran  hung  in  the  galleries.  'Well,  we  could  make  it  a 
church  again  in  twenty  minutes,'  he  said.  And  that  was 
true."  

Sir  George  Birdwood's  appeal  on  behalf  of  the  Temple 
of  Phils,  now  threatened  by  the  Egyptian,  irrigation  works, 
has  given  rise  to  a  curious  symposium  in  the  columns 
of  the  London  Daily  Express.  The  irrigation  will  doubt- 
less be  of  value  to  the  Egyptian  peasants,  and  so 
Sir  George,  seeking  for  a  parallel,  says  that  if  he 
were  in  a  garret  with  a  Dresden  Madonna  on  the  walls 
and  a  live  baby  on  the  floor  and  suddenly  the  whole  place 
was  ablaze,  he  would  save  the  picture  in  preference  to  the 
baby.  He  says  very  truly  that  he  could  get  another  baby  any 
day,  by  adoption  or  by  grace,  but  there  is  only  one  Dresden 
Madonna  to  be  had  for  love  or  money.  Now  half  the  emi- 
nent people  in  the  country  have  been  asked  to  say  what  they 
would  do  under  like  circumstances.  Miss  Mary  Champion 
says  that  no  woman  would  have  the  slightest  hesitation.  She 
would  save  the  baby.  But,  curiously  enough,  some  of  the 
women  whose  names  precede  her  own  seem  not  to  be  so 
sure.  Mrs.  Elinor  Glyn,  for  example,  says  that  the  question 
is  too  difficult.  It  is  worse  than  the  lady  and  the  tiger, 
while  Lady  Dorothy  Nevill  "will  give  no  opinion."  Mrs. 
Humphry     ("Madge")     admits    that    babies    are    worth    only 

about  twopence  a  dozen,   but  "all   the  same ."     Sir   Hiram 

Maxim  says  that  one  baby,  "especially  if  a  girl  baby,"  is 
worth  a  thousand  times  all  the  Madonnas  in  the  world,  but 
Sir  Hiram  is  evidently  prejudiced,  and  therefore  out  of  court. 
Other  votes,  all  in  favor  of  the  baby,  come  from  Bernard 
Shaw,  Max  Pemberton,  Mrs.  Belloc  Lowndes,  and  H.  G.  Wells. 
Mr.  Wells  goes  so  far  as  to  say  that  if  it  were  a  kitten  in- 
stead of  a  baby  his  vote  would  be  the  same.  Curiously 
enough,  there  is  no  letter  from  a  eugenist  suggesting  an  ex- 
amination of  the  baby's  eyes,  birthmarks,  and  heredity  in 
order  to  ascertain  its  value  to  the  world. 


It  seems  a  pity  that  the  dawn  of  democratic  government  in 
China  should  be  marked  by  the  arbitrary  suppression  of  a 
newspaper  sixteen  hundred  years  old.  When  Great  Britain 
was  peopled  by  savages  and  Christianity  was  first  finding  its 


feet  in  the  world  the  Ring-Bao  was  being  regularly  printed 
from  type  made  from  lead  and  silver.  It  occupied  ten  pages 
of  yellow  silk  and  if  its  circulation  was  small  it  was  highly 
select.  The  position  of  editor  of  the  Kiug-Bao  was  not  with- 
out its  dangers.  Somewhere  in  the  eighth  century  the  editor 
was  prosecuted  for  libel  on  the  royal  family,  and  by  way  of 
encouraging  other  editors  he  was  first  tortured  and  then  be- 
headed. In  the  twelfth  century  another  editor  was  disas- 
trously abbreviated  for  recommending  the  government  to  ac- 
quaint itself  with  European  progress,  and  now  President 
Yuan  Shi-Kai  has  ordered  that  the  King-Bao  be  suppressed 
altogether.  It  seems  a  pity,  but  no  doubt  Yuan  Shi-Kai  is 
determined  to  show  that  the  new  Chinese  government  is  a 
real  democracy  and  that  it  can  be  depended  upon  to  act  with 
the  full-flavored  despotism  proper  to  democracies. 


In  considering  the  problem  of  Irish  home  rule  we  are  too 
ready  to  assume  that  Ulster  and  Protestantism  are  synony- 
mous terms.  The  Protestants  are,  of  course,  in  a  majority, 
but  it  is  a  small  majority,  there  being  about  690,000  Catholics 
and  about  888,000  non-Catholics.  There  is  actually  a  Catholic 
majority  in  five  of  the  nine  Ulster  counties,  that  is  to  say  in 
Cavan,  Donegal,  Fermanagh,  Monaghan,  and  Tyrone,  and  a 
non-Catholic  majority  in  Antrim,  Armagh,  Down,  and  Derry. 
Speaking  politically,  Ulster  is  almost  exactly  divided  between 
Orangemen  and  Nationalists.  Sixteen  of  her  thirty-three 
members  of  Parliament  are  Nationalists  and  seventeen  are 
Orangemen,  and  sometimes  these  numbers  are  reversed.  Ex- 
cluding the  city  of  Belfast,  the  Nationalists  would  be  in  a 
large  majority  throughout  Ulster.  To  speak  of  Ulster  as  rep- 
resenting any  particular  religious  or  political  creed  is  there- 
fore a  mistake.  . 

A  news  dispatch  to  a  London  journal  informs  us  that  the 
Australian  House  of  Representatives  has  passed  without  a 
division  the  second  reading  of  the  bill  providing  a  maternity 
allowance  in  respect  of  any  child  born  in  Australia  except 
aboriginal  and  Asiatic  children.  This  measure  ought  to  do 
something  for  the  relief  of  a  languishing  industry,  but  it  is 
not  stated  if  the  allowance  is  to  be  regarded  in  the  light  of  a 
reward  or  of  a  compensation.  The  bill  distinctly  states  that 
"any"  woman  guilty  of  childbirth  may  claim  the  sum  of  $25 
from  the  government,  and  from  this  we  may  infer  that  the 
bad  old  provisions  as  to  the  production  of  a  marriage  cer- 
tificate that  once  were  inevitable  in  such  matters  have  now 
disappeared.  The  unmarried  woman  with  a  baby  usually 
needs  help  more  than  the  married  one,  and  if  laws  of  this 
kind  must  be  passed  at  all  they  should  give  according  to  need 
and  not  according  to  necessity.  There  are  more  illegitimate 
babies  born  in  wedlock  than  out  of  it,  and  if  this  seems  to 
be  a  paradox  it  is  not  actually  so.  None  the  less  this  new 
Australian  law  will  create  a  caste,  since  the  woman  who 
does  not  apply  for  the  official  grant  will  look  down  upon  the 
woman  who  does.     And  she  will  say  so,  too. 


Our  Hindu  brothers  do  not  like  the  suffrage  movement  if 
we  may  accept  as  representative  a  letter  from  Mr.  Narayan 
S.  Bhosle  that  appears  in  the  Times  of  India.  The  letter  is 
too  long  to  quote  in  full,  but  here  is  a  sample: 

I  tell  you  truly,  Mr.  Editor,  if  Suffragists  allowed  in  House 
of  Parliament  they  make  the  world  topside  down.  First  of 
all  they  make  Mrs.  Pankhurst  Viceroy  of  India  and  Mrs. 
Pethick  Governor  of  Bombay.  I  know  you  are  laughing,  Mr. 
Editor,  because  I  say  this,  but  all  womans  is  like  that  and  do 
more  foolish  things.  Your  St.  Paul  is  very  clever  fellow. 
He  knows  all  the  foolish  things  of  the  womans.  He  says  very 
strongly  womans  must  shut  the  mouth.  No  talking  about  busi- 
ness or  anything.  Everything  must  ask  to  the  husbands  and 
he  will  tell  you.  Shame,  shame  for  womans  to  talk.  But 
what  the  womans  care  for  St.  Paul.  He  is  a  poor  fellow  and 
not  passing  M.  A.  and  B.  A.  like  them  and  their  husbands; 
perhaps  only  passing  fourth  or  fifth  standard.  So  they  be- 
come proud  and  fight  to  go  in  the  House  of  Parliament. 

We  have  already  discovered  that  it  is  no  earthly  use  to 
quote  the  Scripture.  We  have  tried  it.  Lovely  woman  does 
not  read  the  Bible  nowadays.  Moreover,  "what  the  womans 
care  for  St.  Paul?"  Sidney  G.  P.  Corvn. 


Built  in  1752,  and  handed  down  from  father  to  son 
through  four  generations,  and  now  doomed  for  de- 
struction, is  the  Old  Absinthe  House,  one  of  the  most 
unique  landmarks  of  the  South,  known  to  tourists  from 
all  quarters  of  the  world  who  have  visited  New  Or- 
leans. The  edict  of  the  United  States  government  in 
shutting  off  the  importation  of  absinthe  sounds  the 
knell  of  this  quaint  remnant  of  Bohemian  life  in  the 
Crescent  City.  It  is  situated  in  the  darkest,  dirtiest, 
noisiest  section  of  the  Latin  Quarter,  and  despite  its 
age  remains  in  a  good  state  of  preservation.  Its  begin- 
ning is  said  to  mark  the  opening  of  the  first  saloon  in 
New  Orleans.  In  past  years  it  has  housed  many 
notables  from  the  Old  World,  and  almost  every  cele- 
brated man  and  woman  who  has  visited  New  Orleans 
has  made  at  least  a  brief  stop  at  this  secluded  cafe  to 
enjoy  the  sight  of  its  interesting  habitues  and  to  listen 
to  the  medley  of  foreign  tongues,  wagging  cheerily  un- 
der the  influence  of  absinthe  frappe  and  other  kindred 
drinks  created  from  the  seductive  fluid.  In  Mardi 
Gras  festivals  the  bizarre  cafe  becomes  the  rendezvous 
for  the  younger  set  intent  on  a  frolic. 


Bauxite  powder,  the  chief  ingredient  in  all  cutting 
wheels  in  cut-glass  factories,  is  found  only  in  Russia 
and  Virginia.     The  Russian  beds,  however,  an 
rapidly   depleted.     The   wheels   are   made   at 
Falls.    They  last  only  a  few  weeks. 

m*m    

In  their  native  land  Chinese  have  their  own  ■ 
way  of  advertising.     The  biscuits  bear  the  im  >fi 
the  baker,  and  ducks  bought  in  the  Celestial 
frequently  show  on  their  backs  a  big  red  stamp 
the  name  of  the  seller. 


October  26,  1912 


THE    ARGONAUT 


261 


THE  BIRMINGHAM  FESTIVAL. 


An  Innovation  in  Interpreting  Musical  Classics. 


Birmingham  was  once  described  as  "a  hardware  vil- 
lage." The  adjective  is  still  correct  though  the  noun 
needs  to  be  supplanted.  For  only  the  other  day  the 
Times  christened  Birmingham  the  "second  city  of  the 
empire,"  a  compliment  based  on  the  fact  that  with  its 
enlarged  boundaries  its  area  now  includes  a  population 
drawing  near  to  the  million  mark.  But  its  activities 
remain  unchanged;  it  is  a  "hardware"  city,  counting 
among  its  chief  products  medals,  silver  and  gold  plate, 
jew's-harps,  steel  pans,  screw  nails,  and  pins  and 
needles.  Standing  on  the  verge  of  the  "Black 
Country,"  the  tity  is  a  bustling  hive  of  industry,  and 
recks  not  that  its  wares  are  sometimes  described  as 
"Brummagem."  Its  natives  are  a  hard-headed  com- 
munity, bent  on  the  main  chance,  but  just  as  Pittsburgh 
can  forget  steel  now  and  then  to  encourage  art,  so  Bir- 
mingham every  three  years  neglects  its  hardware  occu- 
pations for  an  orgy  of  music. 

Apart  from  the  festivals  of  the  Three  Choirs,  and 
occasional  experiments  in  London  when  an  Oscar  Ham- 
merstein  happens  along,  no  organization  in  Great 
Britain  so  steadily  holds  aloft  the  banner  of  musical  art 
as  the  Triennial  Musical  Festival  of  the  hardware  city. 
It  is  one  of  the  oldest  gatherings  of  its  kind  in  the 
United  Kingdom,  dating  from  1768,  and  has  witnessed 
the  first  performances  of  many  works  which  are  now 
among  the  classics  of  the  heavenlv  art.  All  along,  too, 
it  has  combined  utility  with  pleasure,  for  the  net  profits 
of  the  festival  have  from  the  first  been  devoted  to  the 
support  of  the  city's  general  hospital. 

This  year's  festival,  which  ended  on  Saturday,  has 
extended  over  four  days,  with  protracted  morning  and 
evening  performances  for  each  day,  and  has  offered  a 
programme  equally  divided  between  works  old  and  new. 
The  former  have  included  Mendelssohn's  "Elijah," 
Handel's  "Messiah,"  Bach's  "Passion  Music,"  Verdi's 
"Requiem,"  and  Strauss's  "Salome,"  while  the  new 
works  have  embraced  Sir  Edward  Elgar's  cantata  "The 
Music-Makers,"  Sibelius's  Fourth  Symphony,  Dr.  Wal- 
ford  Davies's  "The  Song  of  St.  Francis,"  and  Gran- 
ville Bantock's  symphonic  poem  "Fifine  at  the  Fair." 
These,  however,  did  not  exhaust  the  programme  of  the 
festival :  it  offered  a  great  variety  of  music  sufficient  to 
satisfy  the  most  diverse  tastes  of  the  lovers  of  harmony. 

In  an  important  sense,  too,  the  whole  programme 
was  new.  For  the  conductor  was  new,  Sir  Henry 
Wood  in  fact,  that  guiding  spirit  of  the  London  Queen's 
Hall  Orchestra  who  wields  the  baton  on  a  theory  of 
his  own.  Traditions  do  not  exist  for  Sir  Henry  Wood ; 
no  matter  how  hoary  the  classic  he  interprets,  it  is  his 
ambition  to  make  the  music  dramatically  alive  for  the 
hearer  of  the  present  day,  and  it  is  never  possible  to 
forecast  what  dynamic  effect  he  will  introduce  or  how 
he  will  juggle  with  time-honored  tempo.  Birmingham 
has  firmly  established  traditions  as  to  how  "Elijah" 
should  be  performed,  for  it  was  at  Birmingham  in  1846 
that  Mendelssohn  himself  conducted  the  first  perform- 
ance of  that  oratorio;  but  those  traditions  were  set  at 
naught  by  Sir  Henry  Wood.  His  carefully  thought  out 
scheme,  a  scheme  which  had  in  view  the  ambition  to 
stir  the  listener  to  the  thrill  of  the  dramatic  situations, 
made  a  large  demand  upon  the  massed  choir  of  360 
voices,  calling  for  an  alertness  and  responsiveness 
and  a  wealth  of  resource  which  no  other  con- 
ductor had  required.  Yet  the  choir  never  faltered;  it 
gave  back  a  tone  of  rare  beauty  and  purity,  the  sopranos 
contributing  flexibility  and  clearness  and  the  tenors  and 
contraltos  and  basses  giving  support  of  fine  quality. 
Nor  were  the  principals  less  responsive;  as  Elijah, 
Clarence  Whitehill  used  his  powerful  voice  and  dra- 
matic sense  with  startling  effect,  while  Clara  Butt  and 
Carrie  Tubb  and  Ada  Forrest  and  Gwynne  Davies 
caught  the  spirit  of  Sir  Henry's  interpretation  and  by 
avoiding  personal  freaks  contributed  to  the  roundness 
of  the  performance.  The  effect  was  a  new  "Elijah,"  in 
which,  now  by  white-heat  intensity  and  anon  by  the 
long-drawn  pianissimos  of  the  choir,  there  emerged  to 
the  hearing  a  conception  of  the  work  which  was  start- 
ling in  its  novelty. 

And  Sir  Henry  Wood  applied  his  theory  to  all  the 
other  classics,  even  to  the  "Messiah,"  the  tempi  of  which 
he  varied  at  will.  Perhaps  his  most  notable  effect  was 
secured  in  the  rendering  of  the  Hallelujah  Chorus,  in 
which  the  choir  was  so  electrically  responsive  that  the 
sopranos  shamed  the  tones  of  the  trumpets  and  the  en- 
tire impression  of  unrestrained  enthusiasm  and  con- 
fidence was  so  thrilling  as  to  make  one  conclude  the 
chorus  had  never  been  properly  sung  before.  The  ora- 
torio was  given  more  as  opera  than  oratorio,  and  what 
it  may  have  lost  in  dignity  it  gained  in  passion. 

Thanks  perhaps  to  the  modern  manner  in  which  he 
rendered  the  classics,  the  crowded  audiences  in  the 
Town  Hall  were  in  a  more  responsive  mood  for  the 
new  productions  of  the  festival.  This  was  a  distinct 
gain  for  the  first  hearing  of  M.  Sibelius's  Fourth  Sym- 
phony, for  that  proved  to  be  a  work  of  a  character 
which  demands  an  open  mind  for  its  appreciation. 
The  Finnish  composer  is  above  all  things  a  patriot,  and 
he  takes  his  native  land  for  his  theme.  The  symphony 
is  said  to  have  been  written  amid  the  isolation  of  an- 
cient forests,  and  hence  the  music  is  of  an  aloof  na- 
ture, suggestive  of  dreamy  memories  of  the  sighing  of 
wind  in  the  trees  and  the  audible  silences  of  woodland 
depths.  It  demanded  but  a  small  orchestra,  but  each 
instrument  was  endowed  with  a  distinct  personality, 
sometimes  with  a  slightly  distracting  effect,  for  it  was 


difficult  for  some  hearers  to  remember  that  the  instru- 
ments were  working  out  different  trains  of  thought. 
The  third  and  fourth  movements  were  the  most  intel- 
ligible, but  that  may  be  the  result  of  a  first  hearing; 
when  the  opening  passages  are  more  familiar  it  may 
not  be  so  difficult  to  divine  their  meaning. 

While  M.  Sibelius's  symphony  was  admirably  repre- 
sentative of  absolute  music,  the  festival  did  not  lack 
examples  of  music  embodying  poetic  ideas.  Apart 
from  such  a  familiar  example  as  Delius's  setting  of 
Walt  Whitman's  "Sea  Drift,"  Sir  Edward  Elgar's  new 
cantata,  Dr.  Davies's  choral  work,  and  Mr.  Bantock's 
symphonic  poem  all  owed  their  suggestion  to  the  sister 
art  of  verse.  Sir  Edward  Elgar's  cantata,  "The  Music- 
Makers,"  for  contralto  solo  and  chorus  and  orchestra, 
is  based  upon  Arthur  O'Shaughnessy's  ode  which  has 
for  its  theme  the  contention  that  the  artist  spirit  is  the 
motive  power  of  human  action.  To  a  considerable  ex- 
tent the  music  is  reminiscent  of  its  composer's  previous 
work,  work  which  has  made  him  the  most  popular  com- 
poser of  the  day,  and  hence  it  was  not  surprising  that 
the  cantata  was  received  with  pronounced  enthusiasm. 
As  most  lovers  of  music  are  familiar  with  Sir  Edward's 
work,  the  cantata  seemed  almost  as  familiar  as  a  drama 
based  upon  a  popular  novel. 

But  there  was  distinct  novelty  in  Dr.  Davies's  choral 
setting  of  the  "Song  of  St.  Francis,"  and  Mr.  Ban- 
tock's version  of  Browning's  poem.  The  theme  of  the 
former  expounded  the  principles  on  which  the  order  of 
St.  Francis  was  founded,  and  is  handled  with  great 
breadth.  The  work  demonstrated,  indeed,  that  the 
quality  of  absolute  music  may  be  attained  even  when 
confessing  indebtedness  to  literary  inspiration.  Much 
more,  too,  was  that  illustrated  by  Mr.  Bantock's  inter- 
pretation of  "Fifine  at  the  Fair."  There  was  both 
music  and  exposition.  Depending  wholly  upon  orches- 
tration, Mr.  Bantock  was  able  to  convey  a  vivid  idea 
of  the  vulgar  sights  and  sounds  of  the  fair,  and  then 
to  superimpose  as  vivid  a  conception  of  Fifine's  fasci- 
nation and  the  womanly  nature  of  Elvire  plus  the  per- 
plexity of  Elvire's  husband  to  decide  finally  between 
the  two.  That  perplexity  gives  the  key  to  the  climax 
of  the  music,  and  the  composition  may  be  respectfully 
commended  to  the  attention  of  Browning  societies  as  a 
more  lucid  interpretation  of  the  poem  than  the  usual 
verbal  exposition.  Altogether,  then,  the  festival  was  a 
notable  success,  justifying  the  innovation  of  Sir  Henry 
Wood  in  his  treatment  of  the  old  masters  and  demon- 
strating that  the  gift  of  new  melody  is  not  extinct. 

London,  October  8,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Hunting  the  fox  has  been  a  popular  sport  in  this 
country  since  the  days  long  preceding  the  War  of  the 
Revolution.  However,  the  oldest  organization  with 
that  end  in  view  is  the  Rose  Tree  Fox  Club  of  Phila- 
delphia. It  was  formed  in  1859,  and  has  held  race 
meets  every  year  for  the  past  thirty-five  years.  The 
love  of  the  sport  among  the  farmers  is  illustrated  by 
the  fact  that  Jesse  Russell,  a  farmer,  who  lived  in 
Edgmont  Township,  Pennsylvania,  and  whose  farm 
contained  a  well-wooded  round  top  called  Hunting 
Hill,  a  favorite  retreat  for  foxes,  when  on  his  death- 
bed requested  that  he  should  be  buried  on  Hunting 
Hill,  where  he  could  hear  the  hounds  running.  He 
was  buried  on  the  north  side  of  the  hill,  and  after- 
wards the  spot  was  adopted  as  a  family  burying 
ground,  and  so  still  remains  with  a  wall  of  native  stone 
around  it  which  is  fast  going  to  decay,  but  which  some 
of  the  fox-hunting  clubs  of  the  county  propose  to  re- 
build and  put  in  good  condition.  The  first  hunt  club 
organized  in  America  was  the  Gloucester  Fox-Hunting 
Club,  formed  by  about  125  gentlemen  of  Philadelphia. 
The  first  meeting  was  held  in  December,  1766,  in  the 
old  Philadelphia  Coffee  House.  Men  who  later  be- 
came famous  in  the  country's  history  were  among  its 
members.  The  Revolutionary  War  for  a  time  put  a 
stop  to  the  sport,  when  Samuel  Morris  and  twenty-one 
others  of  the  club  organized  the  First  City  Troop. 
This  old  Gloucester  club  survived  for  fifty-two  years, 

until  1818. 

—>^ 

There  are  now  about  fifty  women  colonels  in  Eu- 
rope. Most  of  them  are  of  royal  birth.  First  in  the 
list  are  Grand  Duchess  Olga,  eldest  daughter  of  the 
Czar,  and  her  sister,  Grand  Duchess  Tatiana.  The 
latter,  although  only  fifteen  years  old,  is  colonel  of  a 
regiment  of  lancers.  The  first  woman  to  receive  this 
military  honor  was  Princess  Charlotte  of  Prussia,  who 
married  Czar  Nicholas  I,  and  who,  on  becoming  a 
widow,  asked  her  brother,  then  King  of  Prussia,  to 
transfer  to  her  the  colonelcy  of  the  Sixth  Regiment  of 
Prussian  Cuirassiers.     He  did  so,  and  thus  the  fashion 

was  started. 

mtm 

Lombroso  found  that  thirteen  per  cent  of  the  male 
criminals  he  examined  were  left-handed,  and  twenty- 
two  per  cent  of  the  women  criminals.  To  get  a  gen- 
eral idea  of  how  many  people  are  left-handed,  or  "south- 
paws," in  baseball  parlance,  Lombroso  took  1029  ope- 
ratives and  soldiers,  and  found  that  four  per  cent  of 
them  preferred  their  left  hands.  The  rate  was  almost 
doubled  in  the  case  of  women — five  to  eight  per  cent. 
But  there  are  no  more  lunatics  and  geniuses  who  are 
left-handed  than  common  people. 

According  to  careful  estimates,  the  world's  telephone 
investment  was,  at  the  beginning  of  the  year,  $1,729,- 
000.000,  a  figure  almost  equal  to  all  the  gold  and  silver 
coin  and  bullion  in  the  United  States.  The  industry 
has  grown  up  practically  within  a  single  generation. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


King  Nicholas,  now  at  the  head  of  the  Montencgran 
troops  in  the  war  with  Turkey,  is  a  field-marshal  of 
Russia,  father-in-law  of  the  King  of  Italy,  and  of  the 
Grand  Duke  Nicholas,  who  is  commander-in-chief  of 
the  Russian  army. 

Sir  William  Ramsay,  the  noted  British  scientist,  was 
given  the  honorary  degree  of  doctor  of  laws  by  the 
Johns  Hopkins  University  during  his  visit  to  that  in- 
stitution a  few  days  ago.  He  is  accompanied  on  his 
journey  in  this  country  by  his  wife. 

Dr.  Alexis  Carrel,  winner  of  the  Nobel  Prize  for 
medicine  this  year  at  the  Stockholm  award,  has  been 
associate  member  of  the  Rockefeller  Institute  for  Medi- 
cal Research  since  1909,  when  he  came  to  this  country 
from  France.  He  is  a  native  of  France,  having  been 
born  in   1873. 

Dr.  Elizabeth  H.  B.  Macdonald.  who  has  sailed  on 
the  ship  Waimana  from  London  to  Sydney  as  ship's 
surgeon,  is  a  pioneer  for  women  in  such  work.  She 
has  been  for  a  number  of  years  assistant  to  a  well- 
known  physician  in  New  Zealand,  and  has  had  post- 
graduate work  in  Scottish  hospitals. 

Robert  Welch,  the  youngest  student  ever  matricu- 
lated at  the  University  of  North  Carolina,  recently 
entered  that  institution  in  the  A.  B.  course.  He  is 
twelve  years  of  age,  the  son  of  a  well-to-do  planter, 
and  a  graduate  of  the  Elizabeth  City  High  School.  He 
has  a  marked  predilection  for  mathematics. 

Christy  Mathewson,  veteran  pitcher  of  the  New  York 
"Giants,"  is  the  heroic  figure  of  the  world's  champion- 
ship games,  although  his  club  was  beaten.  Had  he 
been  well  supported  the  issue  would  have  been  reversed. 
Mathewson  has  been  pitching  for  the  "Giants"  for 
twelve  years,  but  began  his  career  long  before  that. 

Professor  William  Brooks,  famous  as  a  discoverer 
of  comets,  has  just  brought  a  new  one  to  the  attention 
of  the  scientists,  making  twenty-seven  in  all  to  his 
credit.  He  is  director  of  Smith  Observatory,  and  pro- 
fessor of  astronomy  at  Hobart  College,  New  York. 
The  discovery  was  made  during  the  early  morning 
hours,  in  the  eastern  sky. 

Dr.  Karl  Muck,  former  director  of  the  Royal  Opera 
in  Berlin,  who  recentlv  came  again  to  Boston  as  con- 
ductor of  the  Boston  Symphony  Orchestra,  states  that 
he  will  conduct  no  opera  during  his  stay  in  this  coun- 
try. He  is  quoted  as  saying:  "I  have  left  opera  be- 
hind me  in  Germany,  and  the  release  from  it  is  one  of 
my  great  pleasures  in  coming  to  America."  He  ex- 
pects to  bring  out  new  works  by  Lendvai  and  Reger. 

Mrs.  Leopold  Stokowski,  wife  of  the  new  director 
of  the  Philadelphia  Orchestra,  is  better  known  to  the 
public  as  Olga  Samaroff,  the  pianiste.  She  was  born 
in  Texas,  but  has  spent  the  greater  part  of  her  life 
abroad.  She  studied  in  Paris  with  Marmontel,  Wildor, 
and  Delaboan.  When  she  entered  the  classes  of  these 
teachers  she  was  the  only  American  woman  who  had 
ever  been  admitted,  and  was  one  of  the  two  foreign 
candidates  accepted  out  of  176  applicants. 

Jacob  Epstein,  who  "vindicated"  his  professional 
honor  and  the  memory  of  Oscar  Wilde  recently  by 
tearing  from  the  Wilde  monument  in  Paris  a  tarpaulin 
drape  placed  there  by  the  director  of  the  cemetery,  is 
the  son  of  a  New  York  East-Side  baker.  He  is  said 
to  have  had  no  art  schooling,  but.  going  to  Paris,  he- 
came  a  pupil  of  Rodin.  His  monument  to  Wilde,  when 
exhibited  in  London  last  year,  provoked  much  criti- 
cism. After  it  was  placed  in  the  Pere  Lachaise  ceme- 
tery, Director  Hedequer  pronounced  it  indecent. 

George  C.  Starkweather,  who  paid  a  visit  not  long 
ago  to  his  boyhood  home,  Northfield  Farms,  Massa-. 
chusetts.  in  his  private  car.  as  general  division  super- 
intendent of  more  than  2000  miles  of  the  Atchison, 
Topeka  and  Santa  Fe  railroad,  started  his  railroad  ca- 
reer as  a  station  helper  at  South  Ashburnham,  at  the 
age  of  fifteen.  Then  he  became  a  fireman,  but  was  in- 
jured in  a  collision,  quit  railroading  for  a  time,  and 
studied  law.  In  1895  he  returned  to  his  old  vocation, 
and  became  station  agent  at  Hagerman,  New  Mexico. 

Elbert  E.  Martin,  who  probably  saved  Colonel  Roose- 
velt's life  by  grappling  with  his  would-be  assassin  and 
preventing  a  second  shot  being  fired,  is  not  only  an 
expert  stenographer,  but  a  lawyer,  having  graduated 
from  college  last  spriner.  To  help  himself  through 
school  he  sold  books.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  at 
Lansing.  In  high  school  and  in  business  college  he 
was  a  member  of  the  football  team.  Mr.  Martin  is 
twenty-nine  years  old.  a  native  of  Vermont.  He  joined 
the  Roosevelt  staff  in  August,  and  it  is  said  he  ob- 
tained the  oosition  by  simply  walking  into  the  Pro- 
gressive headquarters  and  asking  for  a  place.  Soon 
after  he  was  made  the  colonel's  personal  stenographer. 

Jules  Lumbard,  the  golden-voiced  tenor,  who  popu- 
larized "The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom."  and  lured  20.000 
men  to  join  the  Union  army,  died  n  few  days  apo  at  the 
age  of  eighty-one  in  Chicago.     Lumbard  and  his  brother, 
Frank,    who   died    earlier,    sang    their     famous    battle- 
songs   in   the   Northern    States,    rousing   enthusiasm    in 
the  war.     Jules  Lumbard  was  born  at   Honeoye  Falls, 
Monroe   County,    New   York,    in     1831.     When     eight 
years  old  he  began  to  roam  through  ninny  states,  learn- 
ing to  be  a  telegrapher  and  later  a  printer.     Lumbard 
at  one  time  made  more  than  $300,000  in  the  oil   :    Id 
of    Pennsylvania,    and    moved    with    his 
York,   where  they  had  everything  they 
fortune  was  lost. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  26,  1912. 


ANTONIO'S    GLORY. 


Youth  and  "the  Cause,"  the  Battlefield  and  the  End. 


It  was  in  the  dry  heat  of  April  in  that  year  of  disas- 
ter for  Diaz. 

"At  the  foot  of  that  picacho,"  said  Jose  Maria, 
pointing  to  a  sharp  peak  rising  before  the  dusty  horse- 
man, grim  and  still  in  the  moonlight,  "there  we  shall 
find  encamped  a  thousand  men  on  their  way  to  join 
Orozco." 

"I  have  my  doubts  of  that  Orozco,"  said  a  dark- 
visaged  trooper,  with  a  shrug  of  the  shoulder. 

"Doubt  Orozco?  Why,  he  is  the  soul  of  Madero's 
revolution  in  Western  Chihuahua.     Hold  your  peace!" 

"I  shall  follow  him  while  he  stands  true  to  Madero. 
Liberty !  Liberty !  We  fight  for  liberty  from  the  op- 
pressor!" 

"Libcrtad!"  echoed  the  throats  of  fifty  men. 

"Glory  or  death!"  shouted  the  leader. 

"Glory  or  death  !"  The  cry  rolled  over  the  plains, 
and  startled  the  rabbits  and  the  coyotes. 

"Viva  Madero!"  called  the  chieftain.  He  was  a  man 
who    kept    his    followers    in    an    ecsl  >atriotic 

enthusiasm. 

"And    you,    my    boy—  are    of 

glory.     You  are  helpin  .iberty 

is  what  we  no  man 

mast  .  now  they  toil 

ej   camp  in  miserable 
..  naciendas  of  the  masters. 
.  they  are  cast  into  prison  and  are 
hey  rot." 
.  evolutionary  talk   was   new   to   Antonio.     He 
i  not  known  until  recently  that  the  people  were  dis- 
satisfied.    If  all  masters  were  like  his  father,  who  pro- 
vided comfortable  houses   for  the  workmen,   and  who 
had  an  eye  to  their  physical  and  spiritual  welfare 

"But  they  are  not,"  continued  the  grim-visaged 
leader,  jerking  the  reins  as  his  weary  horse  stumbled  in 
a  gopher  hole.  "There  are  few  like  him  in  Mexico,  and 
he  will  be  proud  of  you  when  we  march  home  with 
bands  of  music,  the  tri-color  floating  on  the  breeze,  the 
victory  won.  There  will  be  no  poor,  no  rich.  All  will 
be  equals,  and  we  will  shout  like  brothers,  'Viva  Ma- 
dero !'  " 

The  expected  answer  echoed  behind  the  magnetic 
leader,  the  cry  that  rose  throughout  the  republic,  rup- 
turing a  peace  of  three  decades,  carrying  with  it  a 
hope  of  better  conditions,  while  some  proclaimed  the 
realization  of  the  brotherhood  of  man. 

"Viva  Madero !" 

The  battle-cry  reverberated  from  the  canon  walls  as 
the  band  rode  into  the  camp  of  the  gathering  insur- 
rectos  after  a  hot,  dusty  ride  of  eighteen  hours.  Shouts 
rose  to  the  stars.  The  men  gave  their  names  as  they 
became  enrolled  with  the  fighting  monster  that  was 
slowly  but  surely  bearing  down  upon  the  city  of  Juarez. 

The  captain  hesitated  as  he  looked  into  Antonio's 
delicate  face. 

"Your  name?" 

"Antonio  Lopez." 

"Son  of  Don  Manuel  Lopez,  the  mezcalero  and  bar- 
rister," interposed  the  lieutenant  with  satisfaction. 

"But  Don  Manuel  is  a  stout  Porfirista !  We  can  not 
accept  this — this  boy.  He  must  be  a  spy.  Besides,  he's 
too  young." 

Antonio  straightened  himself,  and  broadened  his 
shoulders. 

"But  he  comes  of  his  own  free  will !  He  does  not 
join  us  with  his  hands  bound  by  ropes,  as  do  those 
who  swell  the  ranks  of  the  other  side,"  said  the  lieu- 
tenant. "You  are  mistaken,  my  commandant;  the  boy 
is  one  of  us,  a  true  patriot.  His  father  doesn't  even 
know  that  he  has  joined  us.  I  have  been  talking  to 
him.  He  is  no  longer  willing  to  see  his  countrymen 
oppressed,  to  surfeit  himself  with  the  rich  man's  food, 
while  the  country  is  full  of  starving  brothers.  He  is 
eager  to  fight  for  la  patria." 

"Do  you  truly  sympathize  with  our  cause?"  asked  the 
captain,  after  a  searching  glance  into  the  boy's  face  in 
the  moonlight. 

"Willi  all  my  heart;  and  so  earnestly  that  you  will 
find  me  fighting  in  the  vanguard.  I  would  win  promo- 
tion by  deeds  of  arms." 

The  captain  l""k  the  boy  by  the  hand  with  a  welcom- 
ing grasp. 

It  seemed  as  if  the  very  heavens  were  at  war  that 
chill  spring  night.  Antonio  saw  hundreds  of  tiny  stars 
dart  sky  like  rifle-flashes.     He  shivered,  and 

drew  hi-  serapi    closer  around  his  body. 

The  tired  men  wrapped  themselves  in  their  blankets 
and  laid  their  heads  on  the  bare  earth  to  snatch  a  few 
hours'  sleep.  \l  break  of  day  they  would  take  up  the 
long  march  toward  Juarez.  The  majority  were  ill- 
clad;  their  sandals  marly  worn  from  their  feet:  but 
iiver  every  breasl  were  missed  two  belts  of  long 
cartridges,  while  another  was  buckled  around  each 
waist.  Their  hearts  were  so  filled  with  the  hope  of 
abolishing  poverty  and  hunger  that  they  were  indif- 
ferent tu  tlie  wretchedness  of  the  fund  prepared  by  the 
soldadcras — those  women  who  shared  the  severities  of 
the  inarch  and  who  gave  them  a  sort  of  itinerant  home. 

The    camp    was    asiir    by    (lie    time    the    light    of   the 

returning  sun  reddened  above  the  dark  line  of  eastern 

hills.      Blue'ays  were  chattering  in  the  pinon  branches. 

1  ddici  s   hastily   swallowed   their   rations  of  dried 

•  1   tortillas,    washed   down    with   strong   coffee, 

d  their  long-suffering  horses. 

led     through     mountain     gorges,     with 


towering  red  and  yellow  sandstone  walls  worn  by  wind 
and  rain  into  the  semblance  of  fantastic  castles  and 
battlements.  Over  the  eastern  mountain  pass  they 
swung,  down  into  a  broad  valley,  and  on  to  Tomosochic, 
a  poor  adobe  town  sprawded  along  the  watercourse. 
The  men  had  fled,  leaving  the  women  to  the  mercy  of 
the  Maderistas.  Terrified  mothers  would  appear  at  the 
doors  and  defy  them,  but  some  would  give  the  soldiers 
the  little  food  they  had.  The  officers  returned  a  re- 
ceipt for  all  they  took,  and  prided  themselves  on  treat- 
ing the  women  with  respect. 

The  well-fed  ranch  horse  which  Antonio  had  ridden 
away  from  home  soon  succumbed  to  the  unaccustomed 
hardship.  As  Antonio  left  it  behind  he  saw  the  buz- 
zards that  followed  the  column  swoop  down  upon  its 
emaciated  body.  A  lump  rose  in  his  throat,  but  just 
then  some  one  started  the  cries  that  always  cheered 
them  on :  "No  reelection !"  "Glory  or  death !"  "Viva 
Madero!"  and  he  joined  in  the  lusty  chorus.  He  was 
given  a  vicious  little  red  roan  bronco,  which  was  lassoed 
out  of  a  captured  herd  that  swept  along  with  the  revo- 
lutionists. 

There  had  been  abundant  winter  rain.  The  grass 
was  green.  The  palo  verde  trees  were  crowded  with 
brown  and  yellow  bloom.  Bees  were  at  work  in  the 
hearts  of  the  satin-petaled  red  or  yellow  blossoms  on 
the  forbidding  cacti.  Orange  and  black  orioles  and 
brilliant  cardinal  birds  fluttered  through  the  mesquite 
branches. 

One  afternoon,  as  the  long  column  approached  with- 
in rifle-shot  of  Terrazas,  the  outpost  of  Casas  Grandes, 
the  mouths  of  Federal  guns  began  to  spit  fiery  balls 
from  the  church  towers  and  from  behind  every  barri- 
caded wall. 

"Hurrah!"  shouted  the  Maderistas.  "Los  Federales! 
We  have  come  up  wdth  some  of  them  at  last." 

Then  began  a  terrific  exchange  of  shots.  It  was  like 
a  sandstorm  of  bullets.  The  Federals  were  outnum- 
bered three  to  one,  but  they  fought  without  showing 
themselves.  Their  bullets  flew  out  of  the  windows  of 
adobe  houses  and  from  behind  breastworks  and  barri- 
cades of  sacks  of  flour  or  sand.  They  buzzed  around 
Antonio's  ears  like  angry  hornets.  The  regularity  with 
which  the  balls  came  pounding  into  the  insurrecto  lines 
told  that  the  Federals  were  grinding  out  death  mechan- 
ically with  machine  guns. 

A  young  Maderista  rushed  directly  into  the  fire  of 
one  of  the  fiendish  instruments  madly  hoping  to  shoot 
the  operator  and  to  capture  the  gun. 

"Glory  or  death !"  he  shouted,  running  to  one  side 
to  aim  his  Mauser  past  the  shield. 

Scarcely  were  the  words  out  of  his  mouth  than  he 
fell  a  lifeless  bundle  by  the  roadside. 

With  bullets  whistling  about  him.  Antonio  saw  the 
lieutenant  who  had  stirred  him  to  join  the  Maderista 
ranks  dismount  and  tighten  the  cinches  of  his  saddle, 
as  calmly  as  if  he  were  standing  in  a  shower  of  rain. 

Suddenly  a  bomb  from  the  Federals  came  hurtling 
from  behind  a  barricade  of  sacks  of  flour  into  the  in- 
surrecto lines.  It  burst  with  the  accompaniment  of 
shrieks  from  wounded  men. 

Antonio's  little  roan  bronco,  maddened  by  fear, 
reared,  shook  himself  violently  as  if  to  rid  himself  of 
the  soldier  on  his  back  who  was  digging  great  spurs 
into  his  side  and  sawing  at  his  mouth  with  a  cruel  bit. 
Suddenly  the  animal  started  on  a  wild  dash  straight 
toward  the  town  in  a  storm  of  bullets.  He  leaped  a 
barricade  of  earth,  and  bore  his  rider  inside  the  Fed- 
eral lines. 

The  boy  was  instantly  surrounded  by  a  group  of 
men. 

"Quien  vive?"  they  shouted,  giving  him  the  test  of 
fealty. 

"Viva  Madero!"  answered  the  youth. 

"Viva  General  Diaz!  Viva  the  seventh  battalion!" 
exclaimed  the  officers  and  men  urging  him  to  make  the 
loyal  answer,  but  the  boy  repeated  his  vivas  for  Ma- 
dero with  ecstatic  abandon. 

"To  the  calaboose !"  an  officer  commanded. 

Antonio's  arms  were  bound,  and  he  was  hurried  off 
to  prison.  A  dozen  others,  wounded  and  captured  in 
the  fight,  were  thrown  into  the  dark  building  with  him. 

"Glory  or  death !"     The  cry  came  more  faintly  now. 

Father  Clemente  was  sent  to  confess  them  before 
they  should  enter  eternity.  The  black-gowned  priest 
drew  back  when  he  looked  into  the  delicate  face  of 
Antonio.  He  sought  the  colonel  in  command  and  said 
fervently,  "The  boy  is  so  young!  You  have  sons  the 
same  age,  colonel." 

"Yes,  father,  it  hurts  me.  But  we  are  in  desperate 
straits.  This  is  no  schoolboy's  game  of  war.  It  is  a 
life  and  death  struggle  of  the  old  regime.  Half  the 
rebel  army  is  made  up  of  enthusiastic  youngsters  like 
this  one.  They  are  many  and  we  are  few.  He  can 
handle  a  gun.  He  can  kill  one  of  my  men,  and  I  have 
none  to  spare.  Seventeen  of  my  soldiers  deserted  in 
the  fight  and  went  over  to  the  Maderista  forces.  We 
can't  be  hampered  with  prisoners.  Before  the  sun 
rises  again  there  must  be  thirteen  rebels  less!" 

The  prisoners  were  marched  to  the  outskirts  of  the 
town  in  the  light  of  early  dawn  where  a  high  adobe 
wall  surrounded  a  square  of  land  billowed  by  straight 
rows  of  long  narrow  mounds.  Broad  wooden  gates 
onened  with  a  dismal  creaking  of  hinges.  They  were 
ordered  to  advance  along  the  wall  to  a  place  where  a 
wide-spreading  gloomy  tree  stood  shivering  in  the 
morning  breeze.  At  their  feet  Antonio  saw  thirteen 
freshly  dug,  shallow  graves.  A  squad  of  men  stood 
with  rilles  in  their  hands.  The  officer  in  charge  held 
a  sword  aloft.    When  he  should  let  tha 


Bandages  were  placed  over  the  eyes  that  would  never 
behold  another  rising  sun. 

Once  more  the  Federals  demanded  the  loyal  acclama- 
tion. 

"Viva  General  Diaz!"  they  insisted. 

"Viva  Madero!"  determinedly  responded  thirteen 
throats. 

"Glory  or  death!"  shouted  Antonio  for  the  last  time. 

The  boy  was  in  a  trance  of  patriotic  fervor.  He 
did  not  feel  the  sting  of  the  hot  bullets  that  pierced 
his  body. 

They  did  not  bring  him  pain ;  they  brought  him 
glory.  Frances  Douglas. 

San  Francisco,  October,  1912. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


Marco  Bozzaris. 
At  midnight,  in  his  guarded  tent, 

The  Turk  was  dreaming  of  the  hour 
When  Greece,  her  knee  in  suppliance  bent, 

Should  tremble  at  his  power ; 
In  dreams,  through  camp  and  court,  he  bore 
The  trophies  of  a  conqueror; 

In  dreams  his  song  of  triumph  heard; 
Then   wore   his   monarch's   signet-ring : 
Then  pressed  that  monarch's  throne — a  king ; 
As  wild  his  thoughts,  and  gay  of  wing, 

As    Eden's   garden  bird. 

At  midnight,  in  the  forest  shades, 

Bozzaris  ranged  his  Suliote  band, 
True  as  the  steel  of  their  tried  blades, 

Heroes  in  heart  and  hand. 
There  had  the  Persian's  thousands  stood, 
There  had  the  glad  earth  drunk  their  blood — 

On  old  Plata's  day; 
And  now  there  breathed  that  haunted  air 
The  sons  of  sires  who  conquered  there, 
With  arm  to  strike,  and  soul  to  dare, 

As  quick,  as  far  as  they. 

An  hour  passed  on — the  Turk  awoke : 

That  bright  dream  was  his  last ; 
He  woke — to  hear  his  sentries  shriek, 

"To  arms  !  they  come  ;  the  Greek !  the  Greek  !" 
He  woke — to  die  midst  flame,  and  smoke, 
And  shout,  and  groan,  and  sabre-stroke, 

And  death-shots  falling  thick  and  fast 
As  lightnings  from  the  mountain-cloud ; 
And  heard,  with  voice  as  trumpet  loud, 

Bozzaris  cheer  his  band: 
"Strike — till  the  last  armed  foe  expires; 
Strike — for  your  altars  and  your  fires  ; 
Strike — for  the  green  graves  of  your  sires; 

God — and  your  native  land!" 

They  fought — like  brave  men,  long  and  well ; 

They  piled  that  ground  with  Moslem  slain, 
They   conquered — but   Bozzaris  fell, 

Bleeding  at  every  vein. 
His  few  surviving  comrades  saw 
His  smile  when  rang  their  proud  hurrah, 

And  the  red  field  was  won ; 
Then  saw  in  death  his  eyelids  close 
Calmly,  as  to  a  night's  repose, 

Like  flowers  at  set  of  sun. 

Come  to  the  bridal-chamber,  Death  ! 

Come  to  the  mother's,  when  she  feels, 
For  the  first  time,  her  first-born's  breath; 

Come  when  the  blessed  seals 
That  close  the  pestilence  are  broke, 
And  crowded  cities  wail  its  stroke ; 
Come  in  consumption's  ghastly  form, 
The  earthquake  shock,  the  ocean  storm  ; 
Come  when  the  heart  beats  high  and  warm, 

With  banquet-song,  and  dance  and  wine ; 
And  thou  art  terrible — the  tear, 
The  groan,  the  knell,  the  pall,  the  bier; 
And  all  we  know,  or  dream,  or  fear 

Of  agony,  are  thine. 

But  to  the  hero,  when  his  sword 

Has  won  the  battle  for  the  free, 
Thy  voice  sounds  like  a  prophet's  word ; 
And  in  its  hollow  tones  are  heard 

The  thanks  of  millions  yet  to  be. 
Come,  when  his  task  of  fame  is  wrought — 
Come,  with  her  laurel-leaf,  blood-bought — 

Come  in  her  crowning  hour — and  then 
Thy  sunken   eye's  unearthly  light 
To  him  is  welcome  as  the  sight 

Of  sky  and  stars  to  prisoned  men : 
Thy  grasp  is  welcome  as  the  hand 
Of  brother  in  a  foreign  land; 
Thy  summons  welcome  as  the  cry 
That  told  the  Indian  isles  were  nigh 

To   the   world-seeking   Genoese, 
When  the  land  wind,  from  woods  of  palm, 
And  orange  groves,  and  fields  of  balm, 

Blew  o'er  the  Haytian  seas. 

Bozzaris  !  with  the  storied  brave 

Greece  nurtured  in  her  glory's  time, 
Rest  thee — there  is  no  prouder  grave, 

Even  in  her  own  proud  clime. 
She  wore  no  funeral  weeds  for  thee, 

Nor  bade  the  dark  hearse  wave  its  plume, 
Like  torn  branch  from  death's  leafless  tree, 
In  sorrow's  pomp  and  pageantry, 

The  heartless  luxury  of  the  tomb: 
But  she  remembers  thee  as  one 
Long  loved,  and  for  a  season  gone. 
For  thee  her  poet's  lyre  is  wreathed, 
Her  marble  wrought,   her  music  breathed ; 
For  thee  she  rings  the  birthday  bells; 
Of  thee  her  babes'  first  lisping  tells  ; 
For  thine  her  evening  prayer  is  said 
At  palace  couch  and  cottage  bed  ; 
Her  soldier,  closing  with  the  foe, 
Gives  for  thy  sake  a  deadlier  blow ; 
His  plighted   maiden,  when  she  fears 
For  him,  the  joy  of  her  young  years, 
Thinks  of  thy  fate,  and  checks  her  tears: 

And  she,  the  mother  of  thy  boys, 
Though  in  her  eye  and  faded  cheek 
Is  read  the  grief  she  will  not  speak, 

The  memory  of  her  buried  joys, 
And  even  she  who  gave  thee  birth. 
Will,   by   her  pilgrim-circled  hearth, 

Talk  of  thy  doom  without  a  sigh : 
For  thou   art  Freedom's  now,  and   Fame's  ; 
One  of  the  few,  the  immortal  names, 

That  were  not  born  t-     li 


w  . 


■M 


October  26,  1912 


THE    ARGONAUT 


263 


THE  STORY  OF  A  GREAT  PUBLISHER. 


Dr.  George  Haven  Putnam  Writes  a  Memoir  of  His  Father 
with  a  Record  of  His  Publishing  House. 


Mr.  George  Haven  Putnam  tells  us  that  in  1903  he 
printed  a  memoir  of  his  father,  not  for  general  publi- 
cation, but  for  circulation  in  the  family  group.  He  haii 
now  been  persuaded  to  give  the  volume  to  the  world 
at  large  with  some  omissions  of  a  family  nature  and 
also  with  some  additions  from  Mr.  Putnam's  own 
papers.  The  result  is  a  handsome  volume  of  excep- 
tional interest  not  only  to  the  student  of  early  New 
York,  but  as  an  addition  to  our  literary  history. 

It  is  from  the  reminiscences  of  Mr.  Putnam  himself 
that  we  learn  something  of  his  early  vicissitudes  in 
the  metropolis.  He  was  then  only  fifteen  years  of  age, 
and  already  he  had  been  apprenticed  for  four  years  to 
a  carpet-seller  in  Boston.  The  journey  to  New  York 
was  a  long  one,  and  he  tells  us  that  the  wonders  of 
Coenties  Slip  and  of  Pearl  Street  were  approached  with 
suitable  deference  and  awe,  as  one  might  now  arrive 
at  Moscow  or  Timbuctoo: 

Thus,  at  the  age  of  fifteen,  afloat  in  the  great  metropolis, 
expected  to  make  my  own  way  in  the  world,  my  first  studies 
consisted  of  paragraphs  in  the  papers  beginning  "Boy 
wanted."  With  one  of  these  cut  from  the  Courier,  I  promptly 
presented  myself,  as  required,  at  the  counting  room  of  the 
great  mercantile  house  of  Phelps,  Peck  &  Co.,  on  the  corner 
of  Fulton  and  Cliff  Streets. 

A  few  questions  from  the  rather  awful  personage  at  the 
head  of  the  firm  had  so  shaken  my  self-confidence  or  my 
nerves  that  when  I  essayed  a  specimen  of  handwriting,  as  he 
directed,  the  result  was  a  failure  ;  the  great  merchant  shook 
his  head,  and  I  departed  crestfallen.  A  year  or  two  after 
this,  it  may  be  here  mentioned,  this  great  house  tumbled  down, 
not  metaphorically,  but  literally,  burying  in  its  ruins  nearly 
every   person  in  the   building.    .    .    . 

Mr.  Putnam's  first  introduction  to  the  book  trade 
was  his  employment  by  Jonathan  Leavitt,  whose 
brother-in-law,  Mr.  Daniel  Appleton,  was  soon  to  be- 
come the  founder  of  the  house  of  D.  Appleton  &  Co. 
The  boy  was  then  only  about  sixteen.  At  the  age  of 
fifteen  he  had  begun  to  read  history,  and  during  the 
following  three  years  he  not  only  read  some  one  hun- 
dred and  fifty  volumes,  but  he  prepared  a  sort  of  digest 
and  showed  it  to  Mr.  Leavitt,  asking  him  if  it  would 
be  worth  printing.  Mr.  Leavitt  said,  "Yes,  if  some 
learned  man  will  examine  it" : 

So  I  gathered  pluck  enough  to  present  myself  and  my  little 
wares  to  some  of  the  literati.  The  first  I  called  upon  was 
Rev.  Professor  McVickar,  of  Columbia  College.  Looking  at 
me  somewhat  sternly,  as  he  turned  over  the  leaves,  he  asked, 
"Where   were   you    educated,   sir?" 

"I  have  never  had  any  education,  sir." 

"Ah !"    (expressively). 

The  MS.  was  presently  handed  back  to  me  with  the  intima- 
tion that  it  was  not  deemed  expedient  to  promote  and  en- 
courage any  such  presumption  as  my  request  and  my  state- 
ment implied. 

The  next  savant  approached  was  the  late  Rev.  Dr.  Scroeder, 
a  man  of  extensive  learning,  whom  I  found  in  his  library  sur- 
rounded by  Talmuds  and  Targums  and  scores  of  folios  and 
quartos  which  would  have  put  Dominie  Sampson  into  ec- 
stasies. Dr.  S.  was  specially  remarkable  for  courtesy  and 
suavity  of  manners.  Nothing  could  be  kinder  than  my  recep- 
tion. His  scrutiny  was  not  very  severe ;  but  he  gave  me, 
nevertheless,  a  recommendation  so  cordial  and  emphatic  that 
Mr.  Leavitt  was  won  over  at  once.  Mr.  Gray,  of  Cherry 
Street,  was  sent  for,  and  the  printing  of  the  book  was  com- 
menced. It  took  a  whole  year  to  get  the  volume  through  the 
press.  In  1832,  I  carried  home  a  bound  copy,  only  quietly 
elated  with  my  "authorship."  The  edition  was  soon  sold  out 
in  both  the  rival  houses,  and  for  twenty-five  years  the  book 
has  been  "o.  p.  q."   (the  "Row"  sign  for  "out  of  print  quite"). 

In  1S40,  and  as  a  member  of  the  publishing  firm  of 
Wiley  &  Putnam,  Mr.  Putnam  made  his  first  journey 
to  England,  and  a  year  later  found  him  and  his  young 
wife  established  in  London  and  rapidly  surrounding 
themselves  with  a  group  of  literary  friends.  Among 
these  was  Washington  Irving,  whom  he  met  at  the 
Literary  Fund  dinner  presided  over  by  Prince  Albert: 

Most  of  the  speeches  were  animated,  and  when  "Washing- 
ton Irving  and  American  Literature"  was  given  by  the  toast- 
master,  the  cheering  was  hearty  and  cordial,  and  the  in- 
terest and  curiosity  to  see  and  hear  Geoffrey  Crayon  seemed 
to  be  intense.  If  his  speech  had  been  proportioned  to  the 
cheers  which  greeted  him,  it  would  have  been  the  longest  of 
the  evening.  When,  therefore,  he  simply  said,  in  his  modest, 
beseeching  manner,  "I  beg  to  return  you  my  very  sincere 
thanks,"  his  brevity  seemed  almost  ungracious  to  those  who  did 
not  know  that  it  was  physically  impossible  for  Irving  to  make  a 
speech.  My  father  goes  on  to  say  that  he  and  Irving  left 
the  dinner  in  company  and  had  an  opportunity  of  rescuing 
in  the  hat-room  "little  Tom  Moore,"  who,  as  the  smallest 
man  in  the  crowd,  had  found  himself  in  difficulties.  It  was 
raining  as  the  three  came  out  into  the  street.  They  were 
without  umbrellas  and  cabs  were  scarce,  and  their  plight  was 
becoming  serious  when  a  man,  described  as  a  common  cad, 
ran  up  to  the  group  and  said,  "Shall  I  get  you  a  cab,  Misther 
Moore?  Shure,  aint  I  the  man  that  patronizes  your  melo- 
dies?" The  man  was  successful  in  his  quest,  and  while  put- 
ting them  into  the  cab  and  accepting  (rather  as  a  favor)  the 
douceur  that  was  given  him,  he  said  in  a  confidential  undertone 
to  the  poet,  "Now,  mind,  whenever  you  want  a  cab,  Misther 
Moore,  just  call  for  Tim  Flaherty  and  I'm  your  man." 
"Now,  this,"  said  my  father,  "I  call  fame  and  of  a  somewhai 
more  agreeable  kind  than  that  of  Dante  whom  the  passers-by 
in  the  street  found  out  by  the  marks  of  hell-fire  on  his  beard." 

We  are  given  some  interesting  details  of  Mr.  Put- 
nam's dealings  with  Carlyle  on  the  subject  of  an  Amer- 
ican issue  of  his  works.  Carlyle,  writing  to  Emerson, 
speaks  of  Mr.  Putnam  as  a  "very  intelligent,  modest, 
and  reputable-looking  fellow" : 

In  1846,  Emerson  and  Carlyle,  who  had  for  some  years 
been  in  friendly  correspondence  with  each  other,  were  ex- 
changing services  in  arranging  for  transatlantic  editions  of 
their  several  books.  Carlyle's  earlier  volumes  had  been 
issued  in  the  states  in  various  unauthorized  editions,  sold 
at  very  low  prices.  Emerson  had  succeeded  in  securing 
for  certain  books  arrangements  with  Little,  Brown  &  Co., 
of  Boston,  under  which  authorized  editions  were  issued  which 
brought  to  Carlyle  certain  not  very  large  but  satisfactory 
payments.     The   moneys    were   collected   by    Emerson   himself, 


as  it  appears  from  the  correspondence  that  Emerson  remitted 
the  amounts  in  exchange  direct  to  his  friend  in  London.  It 
would  appear  from  Emerson's  reports  that  the  Boston  pub- 
lishers became  discouraged  with  the  task  of  trying  to  secure 
remunerative  sales  for  their  authorized  editions  in  competi- 
tion with  the  piracy  issues  of  certain  New  York  and  Phila- 
delphia houses.  Learning  that  the  Boston  arrangements  had 
terminated  and  were  not  to  be  renewed,  my  father  called  upon 
Carlyle  in  Chelsea  and  submitted  a  proposition  on  behalf  of 
Wiley  &  Putnam  for  the  publication  of  a  uniform  edition  of 
all  the  Carlyle  volumes  at  that  time  in  readiness.  The  propo- 
sition was  referred  by  Carlyle  to  his  friend  in  Boston  with 
authority  to  act,  and  Emerson  completed  the  arrangement 
under  which  the  books  were  to  be  issued  in  New  York. 

In  1847  Mr.  Putnam  determined  to  return  to  New 
York.  American  literature  was  then  too  young  to  at- 
tract much  attention  in  England,  and  there  seemed  to 
be  a  better  profit  in  the  importation  into  America  of 
English  books.  His  first  office  was  on  Broadway,  and 
we  are  told  that  the  catalogue  of  his  first  year  in- 
cluded the  name  of  Edgar  A.  Poe : 

He  came  into  the  office  one  afternoon  in  the  half-intoxi- 
cated condition  in  which,  if  I  understand  the  record  of  his 
life,  much  of  his  literary  work  had  been  done.  He  demanded 
a  desk,  pen,  ink,  and  paper.  "Oh,  Mr.  Putnam,"  he  said, 
"you  do  not  yet  realize  how  important  is  the  work  that  I  am 
here  bringing  to  completion.  I  have  solved  the  secret  of  the 
universe."  He  wrote  furiously  during  the  hours  of  daylight 
that  remained,  until  the  time  came  for  my  father  to  take  his 
boat  for  Staten  Island.  The  author  was  then  turned  over 
to  the  care  of  the  book-keeper  and  remained  writing  until 
the  book-keeper  also  had  departed  for  home.  The  porter 
had  patience  for  a  little  time  longer  and  then,  more  inter- 
ested in  the  plans  for  his  own  supper  than  in  the  secrets  of 
the  universe,  put  the  poet  out  notwithstanding  protests.  The 
next  day  the  performance  was  repeated  on  practically  the 
same  lines.  On  the  third  day  the  completed  manuscript  was 
brought  by  the  poet  to  the  publisher's  desk  and  was  handed 
over  with  most  glowing  prophecies  as  to  the  revolution  that 
was  to  be  brought  about  in  the  conceptions  of  mankind. 

Mr.  Putnam's  own  description  of  the  incident  is  so 
amusing  as  to  deserve  quotation.  Recalling  a  manu- 
script received  from  Poe  at  an  earlier  date,  he  says: 

Some  years  after,  when  my  desk  was  in  Broadway,  in 
separate  quarters,  a  gentleman  with  a  somewhat  nervous  and 
excited  manner  claimed  attention  on  a  subject  which  he  said 
was  of  the  highest  importance.  Seated  at  my  desk,  and  look- 
ing at  me  a  full  minute  with  his  "glittering  eye,"  he  at  length 
said  :  "I  am  Mr.  Poe."  I  was  "all  ear,"  of  course,  and  sin- 
cerely interested.  It  was  the  author  of  "The  Raven,"  and  of 
"The  Gold  Bug!"  "I  hardly  know,"  said  the  poet,  after  a 
pause,  "how  to  begin  what  I  have  to  say.  It  is  a  matter  of 
profound  importance."  After  another  pause,  the  poet  seem- 
ing to  be  in  a  tremor  of  excitement,  he  at  length  went  on  to 
say  that  the  publication  he  had  to  propose  was  of  momentous 
interest.  Newton's  discovery  of  gravitation  was  a  mere  in- 
cident compared  to  the  discoveries  revealed  in  this  book. 
It  would  at  once  command  such  universal  and  intense  atten- 
tion that  the  publisher  might  give  up  all  other  enterprises, 
and  make  this  one  book  the  business  of  his  lifetime.  An 
edition  of  fifty  thousand  copies  might  be  sufficient  to  begin 
with,  but  it  would  be  but  a  small  beginning.  No  other  scien- 
tific event  in  the  history  of  the  world  approached  in  im- 
portance the  original  developments  of  this  book.  All  this  and 
more,  not  in  irony  or  in  jest,  but  in  intense  earnest,  for  he 
held  me  with  his  eye  like  the  Ancient  Mariner.  I  was  really 
impressed — but  not  overcome.  Promising  a  decision  on  Mon- 
day (it  was  late  Saturday  p.  m.),  the  poet  had  to  rest  so 
long  in  uncertainty  about  the  extent  of  the  edition — partly 
reconciled  by  a  small  loan  meanwhile.  We  did  venture,  not 
upon  fifty  thousand,  but  seven  hundred  and  fifty. 

Even  after  this  small  edition  was  in  type,  the  poet  pro- 
posed to  punish  us  by  giving  a  duplicate  of  the  MS-  to  another 
publisher,  because  a  third  little  advance  was  deemed  inex- 
pedient. 

The  author  devotes  a  deserved  chapter  to  Putnam's 
Monthly,  which  was  begun  in  1853  under  the  editor- 
ship of  Charles  F.  Briggs.  It  was  intended  to  be  a 
magazine  made  up  entirely  of  original  American  ma- 
terial. It  was  thought  also  that  some  parts  of  the 
magazine  would  be  available  for  subsequent  publication 
in  book  form: 

The  circulation  of  the  magazine  during  the  four  years  of 
its  existence  ranged  from  12,000  to  20,000  copies.  In  these 
days  of  heavy  expenditures  for  contributions  of  leading  au- 
thors (expenditures  which  under  the  competition  of  the  rival 
magazines  have  been  pushed  up  to  very  speculative  figures), 
and  of  the  further  expenditures  which  are  considered  neces- 
sary for  the  designing  and  engraving  of  illustrations,  a  cir- 
culation of  less  than  100,000  copies  may  easily  mean  a  loss 
instead  of  a  profit.  What  was  called  the  normal  price  for 
the  earlier  contributions  to  Putnam's  was  $3  per  page.  The 
more  important  men  received  $5,  and  contributions  of  a  spe- 
cial character  were  paid  for  at  as  high  a  rate  as  $10.  Of 
poetry,  not  very  much  was  utilized,  but  such  verses  as  were 
accepted  (mainly  for  the  purpose  of  filling  up  any  blank 
half-pages)  were  paid  for  at  from  $10  to  $25  per  poem.  I 
do  not  find  record  of  the  amount  of  the  salary  given  to  the 
editor.  There  is  no  doubt  that  Mr.  Briggs  did  his  full  share 
of  work  in  bringing  the  magazine  into  existence  and  in 
securing  for  it  a  literary  prestige  which  sixty  years  later  is 
still  remembered.  I  find  from  my  father's  correspondence 
book  that  the  publisher  himself  gave  a  very  large  measure 
of  personal  attention  to  the  shaping  of  the  policy  of  the 
magazine  and  to  the  securing  of  cooperation  from  writers  pre- 
pared to  interest  themselves   in  carrying  out   that  policy. 

Among  Mr.  Putnam's  neighbors  was  Frederick  S. 
Cozzens,  best  known  to  the  public  as  the  author  of  the 
"Sparrowgrass  Papers"  that  appeared  in  the  Monthly. 
One  paper  of  the  series  dealt  somewhat  faithfully  with 
Mr.  Putnam's  horse,  a  humble  animal  that  can  be  de- 
scribed neither  as  useful  nor  ornamental: 

In  coming  up  in  the  evening  train  the  day  after  the  pub- 
lication of  a  number  of  the  Monthly  my  father  noticed  that 
neghbors  who  were  (as  was  pleasant  to  observe)  looking  over 
the  new  number  found  in  it  occasion  for  no  little  laughter. 
He  was  naturally  pleased  that  the  number  should  be  a  suc- 
cess, and  he  assumed  at  once  that  the  fun  had  been  found 
in  the  "Sparrowgrass"  contribution.  I  may  explain  that  as 
the  series  progressed  it  had  been  thought  no  longer  necessary 
to  refer  to  the  editor  the  "copy"  for  the  successive  "Spar- 
rowgrass Papers."  The  manuscripts  had  gone  directly  from 
the  author  to  the  printer.  This  was  the  more  necessary  as 
the  author  was  always  late  with  his  copy.  In  the  hurry  of 
completing  the  last  forms  of  this  particular  number  my  father 
had  not  himself  had  time  to  read  even  the  proof  of  the  earlier 
articles.  It  was  only  an  hour  or  two  later  that,  in  going 
over  the  magazine,  he  found  in  the  "Sparrowgrass  Paper"  a 
very  vivid  and  humorous  description  of  the  publisher  and  the 
publisher's    horse.     The    latter   possessed,    as    here    described, 


almost  every  conceivable  ailment  or  defect.  He  had  the 
heaves,  he  was  spavined,  he  was  blind  in  one  eye  and  had 
the  staggers  in  the  other,  he  balked  and  remained  firmly  fixed 
when,  in  connection  with  the  approach  of  the  train,  it  was 
most  important  that  he  should  get  on,  and  at  other  times, 
when  he  was  expected  to  wait  patiently  for  the  completion  of 
the  marketing  order,  he  would  dash  off  suddenly  as  if  he 
had  very  urgent  business  at  the  north  end  of  the  village. 
Mr.  Cozzens  had  rather  cleverly  merged  together  the  dif- 
ferent defects  and  difficulties  that  had  occurred  with  different 
horses,  and  had  then,  in  order  to  give  good  measure  and  in 
the  chance  that  he  might  have  forgotten  something,  added  a 
few  other  blemishes  which  had  not  been  found  even  in  our 
rather  unsatisfactory  stable.  It  did  seem  rather  hard  that 
the  publisher  should  be  expected  to  pay  at  the  rate  of  $1" 
per  page  for  an  article  that  was  making  fun  of  himself.  My 
father  did  not  appear,  however,  to  take  the  matter  very  much 
to  heart.  I  think  the  annoyance  was  greater  on  the  part  of 
the  publisher's  wife. 

Among  the  great  events  covered  by  these  memoirs 
is  the  crisis  of  1857,  and  certain  phases  of  the  Civil 
War,  all  of  it  of  peculiar  interest  and  importance. 
There  is  also  a  chapter  on  "Recollections  of  Irving" 
selected  from  the  elder  Putnam's  papers  and  containing 
a  description  of  Irving's  death.  In  1861  Mr.  Putnam 
and  his  family  took  a  home  on  Five  Mile  River  Land- 
ing and  interested  himself  in  the  village  library: 

One  of  the  friends  who  was  ready  to  give  my  father  help 
in  getting  together  funds  for  the  new  library  was  Horace 
Greeley.  Mr.  Greeley  came  to  the  cottage  one  Saturday 
afternoon  for  the  purpose  of  delivering  on  the  same  evening 
a  lecture  in  behalf  of  the  library,  and  the  receipts  (at  twenty- 
five  cents  a  head,  children  "lumped")  were  very  satisfactory. 
My  mother  related  that  at  the  supper  table  she  saw  Mr. 
Greeley  chuckling  to  himself  over  his  cup  of  cold  milk  and 
water,  half-and-half,  which  was  the  strongest  beverage  that 
he  allowed  himself.  Her  curiosity  got  the  better  of  her 
discretion. 

"Mr.  Greeley,"  she  asked,  "do  let  us  know  what  it  is  that 
amuses  you  ?" 

"Why,  Mrs.  Putnam,"  said  the  lecturer,  "Mrs.  Greeley  is 
coming  to  New  York  to  see  me  today  and   I   am  not  there." 

In  1868  Mr.  Putnam  determined  on  the  reissue  of 
the  Monthly.  Conditions  seemed  to  be  favorable,  but 
unfortunately  they  changed  so  rapidly  as  to  preclude 
the  chance  of  success.  At  the  time  of  the  issue  of  the 
first  series  the  returns  from  subscriptions  came  in  so 
rapidly  as  to  pay  the  bills  of  the  printers  and  paper- 
makers,  but  in  1868  the  cost  had  so  greatly  increased 
as  to  be  embarrassing:  / 

At  about  the  time  of  the  reissue  of  Putnam's  Monthly 
three  new  magazines  came  into  the  field — Scribncr's,  Lippin- 
cott'Sj  and  the  Galaxy,  all  backed  by  ample  capital.  The 
coniDetition  for  the  service  of  the  most  important  and  ef- 
fective contributors  became  more  serious  than  that  for  sub- 
scribers, and  my  father  was  naturally  not  satisfied  to  accept 
for  the  new  Putnam's  a  lower  standard  of  excellence  than 
had  been  maintained  for  the  original  issue.  The  prices  for 
the  writers  of  the  first  class  went  up.  Authors  who,  in  the 
days  of  the  first  Putnam's  Monthly,  had  been  content  with 
from  three  to  five  dollars  a  page,  were  now  in  a  position  to 
secure  from  ten  to  twenty,  while  for  special  contributions 
much  larger  payments  were  made.  The  competing  magazines 
were  also  making  provisions  for  large  outlays  for  illustrations 
and,  beginning  with  1869,  the  art  of  printing  with  the  best 
possible  artistic  effects  large  impressions  of  carefully  made 
illustrations  was  developed  in  the  United  States  to  an  extent 
that  has  never  been  equaled  in  any  other  country. 

The  first  series  of  Putnam's  Monthly  had  proved  a  prac- 
ticable undertaking  with  a  circulation  ranging  from  twelve 
thousand  to,  at  the  highest,  twenty  thousand  copies.  The 
second  series,  which  secured  a  circulation  of  from  twelve  to 
fifteen  thousand,  proved  an  unremunerative  venture.  The 
six  volumes  issued  during  the  three  years  of  its  publication 
contained,  nevertheless,  a  good  deal  of  interesting  material. 
As  in  the  case  of  the  first  issue,  it  was  my  father's  idea  to 
secure  for  his  magazine  a  purely  literary  character.  He  put 
to  one  side  suggestions  for  sensational  or  "clap-trap"  ma- 
terial, and  he  also  (possibly  with  erroneous  judgment)  de- 
cided not  to  attempt  the  attraction  of  illustrations.  His  prin- 
cipal competitor  for  a  circle  of  readers  demanding  higher 
grade  literature  was,  during  these  years,  the  Atlantic  Monthly. 
which,  at  that  time,  bore  the  imprint  of  Fields,  Osgood  & 
Co.,  the  successors  of  Ticknor  &  Fields.  In  1871  my  father 
decided  that  it  would  not  be  wise  for  him,  with  the  resources 
available,  to  continue  the  publication  of  the  monthly  in  the 
face  of  competition  such  as  that  above  referred  to.  The  sub- 
scription lists  and  good-will  of  the  monthly  were  transferred 
to  Messrs.  Scribner  and  constituted  an  important  factor  in 
the  foundation  of  their  own   new  magazine. 

While  Mr.  Putnam  was  living  at  Yonkers  Thackeray 
was  persuaded  to  give  his  lecture  on  "Charity  and 
Humor"  at  the  Lyceum  and  the  two  men  subsequently 
met  in  New  York  and  Thackeray  had  an  opportunity 
to  cross  swords  with  Dr.  Griswold: 

At  one  of  the  little  gatherings  of  book-men,  authors,  and 
artists  at  my  house  in  New  York,  Mr.  Thackeray  was  talking 
with  a  lady,  when  Dr.  Rufus  W.  Griswold  came  up  and  asked 
me  to  introduce  him,  which  of  course  was  done.  Thackeray 
bowed  slightly,  and  went  on  talking  to  the  lady.  Presently, 
the  doctor  having  slipped  away  for  the  moment,  the  novelist 
said  to  me,  inquiringly,  "That's  Rufus,  is  it?"  "Yes — that's 
he."  "He's  been  abusing  me  in  the  Herald."  pursued  the 
satirist.  "I've  a  mind  to  charge  him  with  it."  "By  all 
means,"  I  replied;  "if  you  are  sure  he  did  it."  "Positive." 
So  he  stalked  across  to  the  corner  where  Griswold  stood,  and 
I  observed  him  looking  down  from  his  six-foot  elevation  on  t" 
the  doctor's  bald  head  and  glaring  at  him  in  half-earnest 
anger  through  his  glasses,  while  he  pummeled  him  with  his 
charge  of  the  Herald  articles.  The  doctor,  after  a  while, 
escaping,  quoted  him  thus:  "Thackeray  came  and  said  t" 
me:  'Doctor,  you've  been  writing  ugly  things  about  ill 
the  Herald — you  called  mc  a  snod;  do  I  look  like  a  sm>h:' 
and  he  drew  himself  up  and  looked  thunder-gusts  at  me. 
Now  I  didn't  write  those  articles."  "Yes.  but  he  ili'l. 
though,"  said  the  big  satirist,  when  1  quoted  t<>  him  thii 
nial ;   and  so  he  persisted   in  saying   weeks  after. 

The  task  of  selection  from  these  well-filled  pages  is 
not  an  easy  one.  Mr.  Putnam  was  not  only  a  pioneer 
publisher,  but  he  participated  to  the  full  in  the  general 
life  of  the  day.  He  knew  every  one  worth  knowing, 
and  it  is  easy  to  see  how  strong  an  attraction  he  exer- 
cised for  the  best  men  of  his  time  both  in  his  own 
country  and  in  England.  This  story  of  his  life  i 
only  well  told,  but  it  forms  an  important  part  of  the 
literary  history  of  America. 

George  Palmer  Putnam.     By   I 
nam,  Litt.  D.    New  York:  G.  P.  Ptfln 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


October  26,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Marriage. 
At  last  Mr.  Wells  persuades  us  that  he  is 
really  a  novelist  and  that  he  can  write  a  story 
without  reminding  us  of  how  many  delicate 
prob'ems  still  await  solution  in  a  world  that 
contains  so  many  improper  people.  And  yet 
"Marriage"  is  almost  disappointing  if  only 
from  its  sedateness.  We  find  ourselves 
hoping  to  the  end  that  some  one  will  do 
something  Wellsian  upon  which  we  shall  feel 
ourselves  forced  to  pass  judgment,  or  that 
something  will  happen  to  jar  the  conventions. 
As  soon  as  we  realize  that  Mr.  Wells  is  de- 
termined to  avoid  the  didactic  and  lias  no 
ambition  to  "make  us  think" — a  detestable 
occupation — we  begin  to  enjoy  as  simple  and 
wholesome  a  story  as  we  have  seen  for  a 
long  time. 

Marjorie  and  TrafFord,  the  heroine  and  the 
hero,  get  married  quite  early  in  the  book, 
and  they  are  such  nice  young  people  that  we 
are  sure  they  must  live  happily  ever  after. 
And  so  they  do,  although  they  have  their 
little  difficulties.  Even  the  nicest  of  people 
reach  a  point  that  may  be  called  the  point  of 
saturation  where  they  have  told  each  other 
all  that  they  have  to  tell,  exchanged  all  pos- 
sible views,  and  so  lapse  perforce  into  silence. 
If  they  are  wise  they  live  through  that  point, 
but  if  they  are  not  wise  they  drift  apart  and 
"misunderstand"  each  other.  In  the  case  of 
Marjorie  and  Trafford  there  are  the  small 
but  destructive  money  troubles  that  come 
from  wifely  inexperience  and  extravagance, 
and  these  troubles  become  doubly  harassing 
when  Trafford  finds  that  he  must  do  the  kind 
of  scientific  work  that  produces  money  in- 
stead of  the  other  kind  that  produces  fame 
without  money.  It  is  the  old  story  that  may 
be  told  of  almost  any  young  couple  any- 
where, but  the  art  is  in  the  manner  of  its 
telling.  And  it  is  well  to  remember  that  the 
problem  story  is  usually  as  innocent  of  art  as 
a  board  of  trade  report  because  it  deals  with 
the  people  that  are  instead  of  the  people  that 
might  be.  So  Trafford  and  Marjorie  very 
sensibly  go  off  to  Labrador  in  order  to  get 
fresh,  new  souls  from  nature  by  facing  ele- 
mental realities. 

But  occasionally  Mr.  Wells  drops  into  his 
old  vein  of  fierce  revolt,  and  it  comes  re- 
freshingly. The  section  of  his  story  that  is 
headed  "Successes"  is  the  finest  in  the  book 
because  it  is  the  most  vigorous.  Trafford 
says  to  Dowd,  the  Socialist : 

"Tell  me  how  to  organize  things  better." 
"Much  you'd  care.     They'll  organize  themselves. 
Everything     is     drifting     to     class     separation,     the 
growing   discontent,    the    growing    hardship    of    the 
masses.    .    .    .    Then    you'll    see." 
"Then   what's  going  to  happen?" 
"Overthrow.     And  social  democracy." 
"How  is  that  going  to  work?" 
Dowd    had    been    cornered    by    that    before.      "I 
don't    care    if    it    doesn't    work,"    he    snarled,    "so 
long  as  we  smash  up  this.     We're  getting  too  sick 
to  care  what  comes  after." 

But  there  is  not  much  of  this.  The  story 
as  a  whole  is  pure  romance,  refreshing, 
wholesome,  and  delicate.  But  we  can  not 
help  wondering  what  Ann  Veronica  would 
have  thought  of  Marjorie.  Not  much,  prob- 
ably.    Let  us  hope  they  will   never  meet. 

Marriage.  By  H.  G.  Wells.  New  York:  Duf- 
ficld  &  Co.;   $1.35  net. 


The  Rich  Mrs.  Burgoyne. 

When  Kathleen  Norris  wrote  "Mother"  she 
persuaded  us  easily  that  there  could  be  no 
lot  on  earth  so  enviable  as  that  of  the  woman 
who  was  poor  in  money  and  rich  in  children. 
The  story  was  doubtless  intended  as  a  rebuke 
to  the  rich  and  chi'.dless  woman  with  whose 
pleasures   nothing  must  interfere. 

Now  we  have  another  story  of  somewhat 
the  same  kind,  but  not  quite  so  persuasive  or 
so  tender.  The  author  introduces  us  to  a 
California  town  with  its  circle  of  social  com- 
petitors, who  play  bridge,  rival  each  other 
with  a  heart-breaking  zeal,  and  imagine  er- 
roneously that  they  are  creating  a  miniature 
of  social  New  York.  Into  their  midst  comes 
Mrs.  Burgoyne,  a  multimillionaire  widow,  or 
supposed  to  be  so,  who  amazes  them  by  the 
simplicity  of  her  life  and  angers  them  by  her 
devotion  to  philanthropy.  But  Mrs.  Bur- 
goyne has  her  way.  Slowly  she  reforms  the 
fashionable  centre  of  Santa  Paloma.  The 
woman's  club  is  ^iven  over  to  benevolences 
and  the  ladies  <>t"  'hat  select  institution  begin 
to  live  within  their  means  and  to  cultivate 
the  si?nplc  life.  It  is  all  very  pleasantly  told, 
but  it  strikes  us  that  the  author  is  more  fe- 
licitous in  her  depiction  of  young  girls  than 
of  older  women. 

The  Ricn   Mrs.    Burgoyne,     By  K;tih!ecn  Nor- 
v    Vurk:   The    Macmillan    Company;   $1.25 
net. 

The  Red  Lane. 
We   have   learned   to  expect   something  un- 
usual  From  Mr.  Hoi  man   Day,  and  those  who 

read  his  litest  story  will  iint  i><_  disappointed. 
It    deals    ^'tnera"y   with    the    frontier   line   be- 
tween Canada  y.iid  the  United  States  and  par- 
ticularly   with     Beaulieu's     Place,     which     lies 
upon  the   "red    lane"  of   tin    smugglers   and  is 
of  the  border  desperadoes.     A 
5S    the   floor    marks    the    inter- 
.    and    Beaulieu    has    mounted 
wheels  so   that  he  can  instantly 
r-jm  one  country  to  the  other  as 


may  be  demanded  by  the  particular  uniform 
of  the  excise  officer.  National  jealousies  pre- 
vent a  "concert  of  the  powers." 

Beaulieu  has  a  daughter,  Evangeline,  who 
is  being  educated  at  the  convent  of  St.  Basil, 
and  Evangeline  is  firmly  persuaded  that  her 
father  is  a  reputable  merchant  and  that  the 
money  spent  upon  her  so  lavishly  is  untainted. 
Correspondingly  great  is  her  horror  when  she 
comes  home  without  warning  and  is  con- 
fronted with  a  disreputable  drinking  den  and 
a  still  more  disreputable  father  and  is  a  wit- 
ness of  a  murderous  attack  upon  a  young 
American  customs  officer  by  the  very  man 
whom  her  father  has  assigned  to  her  as  a 
husband.  So  Evangeline  runs  away,  and  as 
the  good-looking  young  customs  officer  pro- 
ceeds in  the  same  direction  we  are  entitled 
to  make  our  own  sentimental  forecasts.  In- 
cidentally we  have  a  striking  picture  of 
French  habitant  life  on  the  boundary  line  and 
of  the  indignation  of  a  simp'e  people  when 
they  find  that  their  squatter  rights  are  un- 
availing against  the  law  invoked  by  the  tim- 
ber corporations.  Altogether  "The  Red  Lane" 
is  a  thoroughly  successful  story  and  one  that 
repays  perusal. 

The   Rep  Lane.      By  Holman   Day.      New   York: 
Harper  &   Brothers;   $1.35   net. 


Better  Schools. 

Education  has  suffered  much  from  destruc- 
tive criticism,  but  while  its  assailants  have 
shown  remarkable  energy  in  demolition  there 
are  comparatively  few  who  are  equally  pro- 
ficient in  construction.  But  the  late  Dr.  Greg- 
ory was  one  of  those  few'.  He  recognized 
the  fact  that  the  child,  and  not  an  educational 
method,  is  the  dominant  fact  in  school  life 
and  that  the  rightful  object  of  education  is  to 
give  to  the  child  a  distinctive  character  rather 
than  to  burden  its  mind  with  the  largest  pos- 
sible number  of  facts. 

The  educational  adulation  of  memory 
seems,  indeed,  to  be  Dr.  Gregory's  bete  noire. 
He  tells  us  that  all  educational  processes 
based  mainly  on  the  direct  development  of  the 
child's  memory  are  ineffective,  even  in  the 
development  of  memory  itself,  and  useless  in 
the  cultivation  of  real  individual  executive 
power,  if  not  destructive  of  such  power,  and 
that  the  true  test  of  education  is  not  how 
much  a  child  knows,  nor  merely  what  he  can 
do,  but  rather  what  he  can  do  coupled  with 
a  well-defined  tendency  to  do  it.  The  old 
methods  produce  a  feebly  receptive  brain  in- 
stead of  a  creatively  executive  brain,  and  that 
indeed  seems  to  be  the  main  trouble  with  the 
people  we  see  around  us. 

Even  so  clear  a  thinker  as  Dr.  Gregory 
can  hardly  cover  the  whole  ground,  but  we 
should  have  liked  to  know  his  views  upon 
feminine  influence  in  the  schools  and  we 
should  also  have  liked  some  indication  of  how 
new  methods  can  best  be  established.  The 
training  of  the  child  according  to  individual 
character  seems  to  demand  a  wisdom  on  the 
part  of  the  teacher  that  may  be  hard  to  pro- 
cure, while  a  large  increase  in  the  teaching 
force  seems  also  to  be  unavoidable. 

Better  Schools.  By  B.  C.  Gregory.  New 
York:    The    Macmillan    Company. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
An  "English  Grammar,"  by  Lillian  G.  Kim- 
ball,  is   among   the    latest  publications    of   the 
American   Book  Company      Price,  60  cents. 

"Building  the  Young  Man,"  by  Kenneth  H 
Wayne  (A.  C.  McCIurg  &  Co.;  50  cents  net), 
is  a  little  volume  of  wholesome  advice  that 
tends  sometimes  toward  the  conventional,  but 
that  could  hardly  be  read  without  profit. 

The  Jo  Anderson  Press,  Sacramento,  has 
published  a  little  volume  of  passably  good 
verses  entitled  "Up  in  Alaska."  The  author 
is  Esther  Birdsall  Darling,  and  some  pleasing 
i  llustrations  are  supplied  by  Mary  Crete 
Crouch. 

"Suggestions  for  the  Spiritual  Life."  by 
Professor  George  Lansing  Raymond,  L.  H.  D. 
(Funk  &  Wagnalls  Company;  $1.40  net),  is  a 
collection  of  addresses  to  young  men  on  the 
various  problems  that  confront  them.  These 
addresses  are  profoundly  religious  in  their 
tenor  and  are  written  from  the  orthodox  and 
devotional    standpoint. 

"In  France,"  by  Constance  Johnson,  has 
been  added  to  the  When  Mother  Lets  Us 
Travel  series  (Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;  $1  net). 
An  American  family  visits  France  and  we 
have  a  description  of  the  journey,  customs, 
and  the  things  that  are  worth  seeing,  all 
written  in  such  a  way  as  to  interest  the 
young  mind 

"Christianity  and  the  Labor  Movement,"  by 
William  Monroe  Balch  (Sherman.  French  & 
Co. ;  $1  net),  is  described  as  a  general  sur- 
vey of  the  labor  movement  in  the  light  of 
Christian  principles.  Tt  is  also  an  effort  to 
draw  the  labor  union  closer  to  the  churches. 
If  a  sort  of  pious  adulation  of  labor  unionism 
can  arrest  the  attention  of  its  leaders  the  vol- 
ume ought  to  have  some  effect. 

Professor  Erie  E.  Clippinger,  author  of 
"Illustrated  Lessons  in  Composition  and 
Rhetoric"  (Silver.  Burdett  &  Co.;  $1),  ex- 
plains that  his  book  is  intended  to  provide 
more  definite  directions  for  a  secondary 
school    course    in    composition     and     rhetoric 


than  are  given  in  the  texts  now  in  use.  It 
seems,  indeed,  to  be  a  valuable  work  for  the 
purpose.  It  is  comprehensive  and  lucid,  while 
the  examples  are  well  chosen. 

"Betty-Bide-at-Home,"  by  Beulah  Marie 
Dix  (Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  $1.25  net),  is  the 
story  of  a  girl  who  gives  up  her  ambitions 
in  order  to  stay  at  home  and  help  her  mother 
and  who  then  finds  an  unexpected  success  in 
literary  fields.  The  story  is  written  so  in- 
terestingly that  we  reach  the  end  before 
realizing  the   underlying  moral. 

Those  searching  for  Christmas  literature 
for  children  would  do  well  to  acquaint  them- 
selves with  "The  Fairies  and  the  Christmas 
Child,"  by  Lilian  Gask  (Thomas  Y.  Crowell 
Company;  $2  net).  We  have  fairies  of  all 
countries  introduced  with  appropriate  costume 
and  country,  and  in  case  the  written  descrip- 
tion should  be  insufficient  we  have  the  illus- 
trations of  Willy  Pogany,  who  is  a  specialist 
in  fairy  lore  from  the  pictorial  point  of  view. 

"The  Sad  Shepherd,"  by  Henry  Van  Dyke 
(Charles  Scribner's  Sons),  must  be  included 
in  the  Christmas  literature  of  the  year.  It  is 
one  of  those  Scriptural  allegories  in  which 
Dr.  Van  Dyke  delights  and  which  he  pro- 
duces with  such  facility,  not  without  the 
charm  of  simplicity  and  certainly  with  the 
charm  of  sincerity.  But  there  may  be  those 
who  think  that  biblical  narratives,  and  espe- 
cially narratives  of .  Christ,  are  best  told 
through  biblical  pages  and  that  they  can  not 
be  decorated  nor  wisely  amplified  by  modern 
human  imagination. 

"What  Makes  Life  Worth  Living,"  by  S. 
S.  Knight  (R.  F  Fenno  &  Co.;  $1  net),  con- 
sists of  two  essays  devoted  to  the  develop- 
ment of  morality  and  to  the  inculcation  of 
optimism.  The  author's  philosophy  is  so 
densely  materialistic  as  to  produce  a  desire 
to  die  rather  than  to  live,  while  his  confusion 
between  scientific  theory  and  proof  is  no  less 
noticeable.  Apparently  the  author  has  a  lean- 
ing toward  the  Buddhist  and  Hindu  philoso- 
phies, but  this  is  hardly  an  excuse  for  the 
rather  ignorant  caricature  of  Christianity  that 
he  presents  to  us. 

E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.  are  to  be  congratulated 
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ORATORY 


American  Oratory  of  Today.  SI. 35 
Grady's  Orations,  SI. 15  Rhetoric 
)f  Oratory,  SI. 20  Oratory  of  the 
South  (post-bellum),  S3. 20  Representative  College  Ora- 
tions.Sl  35  Science  and  Art  of  Debate, SI. 35  Extempore 
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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Hollow  of  Her  Hand. 
Mr.  George  Barr  McCutcheon  opens  his 
new  story  in  a  way  that  suggests  delightfully 
sensational  episodes  later  on.  Mrs.  Sara 
Wrandall  is  summoned  from  New  York  to  a 
wayside  country  inn  in  order  to  identify  the 
body  of  her  murdered  husband.  Wrandall, 
in  the  company  of  a  young  woman,  had  regis- 
tered at  the  inn  the  day  before  and  had  or- 
dered a  meal  to  be  served  in  the  apartment. 
Later  on  he  is  found  alone  in  the  room,  dead, 
and  with  a  knife  wound  through  the  heart. 
His  companion  had  disappeared,  and  all 
search  for  her  had  been  unavailing.  After 
identifying  the  body  Mrs.  Wrandall  decides 
to  return  alone  to  New  York  in  her  automo- 
bile, but  on  her  way  through  the  night  she 
overtakes  a  young  woman  who  is  obviously 
her  husband's  murderess,  hut  as  she  knows 
Wrandall  well  enough  to  recognize  the  cir- 
cumstances that  led  to  his  death  she  offers 
her  help  and  protection  to  the  half-paralyzed 
girl.  Eventually  a  warm  friendship  springs 
up  between  the  two  women  and  they  become 
inseparable.  The  opening  is  extraordinarily 
good  and  we  feel  that  the  interest  would  have 
been  better  sustained  had  the  author  refrained 
from  complicating  Sara  Wrandall's  character 
in  artificial  and  rather  unreal  ways.  Hetty 
Castleton,  the  murderess,  is  a  much  more 
vital  figure,  and  while  the  story  occasionally 
flares  up  into  real  drama,  we  feel  that  the 
author  is  trying  to  do  something  with  Mrs. 
Wrandall  that  would  be  better  left  undone. 
In  other  words,  he  is  trying  to  make  a  tragedy 
queen   from  insufficient  human  material. 

The  Hollow  of  Her  Hand.  By  George  Barr 
McCutcheon.  New  York:  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co. ; 
$1.30  net.  _ 

Youth  and  the  Race. 

Professor  Edgar  James  Smith,  author  of 
"Mind  in  the  Making,"  now  gives  us  another 
volume  intended  to  show  how  the  racial  and 
other  instincts  in  the  child  may  be  enlisted  in 
the  cause  of  good  citizenship.  That  such  a 
demonstration  involves  a  stricture  on  the 
modern  school  goes  without  saying.  The 
doctrine  of  the  innate  depravity  of  the  child 
is  still  the  dominant,  if  unavowed,  note  of 
pedagogy,  just  as  the  ability  to  be  fitted  to 
an  educational  procrustean  bed  is  still  the 
gauge  of  intelligence  or  stupidity.  The  au- 
thor tells  us  that  he  easily  found  fifty  emi- 
nent men  and  women  who  were  judged  as 
stupid  by  their  teachers.  Many  teachers,  he 
tells  us,  can  not  distinguish  intelligence  from 
stupidity  and,  in  fact,  "do  not  know  what 
they  are  trying  to  do"  and  are  therefore  in- 
capable of  recognizing  the  nature  of  the  ma- 
terial with  which  they  have  to  work  or  the 
possibilities  of  that  material.  The  province 
of  the  teacher  is  to  develop,  modify,  and  di- 
rect existing  inherent  capacities,  not  to  eradi- 
cate them  or  to  create  new  ones.  The  spirit 
of  adventure,  of  the  gang,  of  amusement,  and 
of  romance,  are  forces  that  can  be  exercised 
for  great  good  and  for  great  evil,  and  it  is 
the  proper  function  of  the  teacher  to  see  that 
they  are  used  and  neither  to  ignore  them  nor 
to  destroy  them.  It  may  be  feared  that  the 
author's  voice  is  that  of  one  crying  in  the 
wilderness  at  a  time  when  democracy  is  en- 
throning all  the  worst  stupidities  of  the  day, 
but  at  the  same  time  it  is  well  that  the  pro- 
test should  be  entered. 

Youth  and  the  Race.  By  Edgar  James  Swift. 
New  York:   Charles  Scribner's  Sons;  $1.50  net. 


Woman  in  Modern  Society. 

Nine  out  of  ten  writers  on  the  womai. 
question  remind  us  that  this  is  a  transition 
time,  which,  of  course,  is  true  enough,  in 
that  all  times  are  transition  times.  We  may 
also  infer  from  this  and  other  works  of  the 
kind  that  from  the  very  beginning  the  world 
has  been  in  travail  for  this  particular  epoch 
and  that  the  phenomenon  of  feminine  revolt 
is  unique  in  the  history  of  humanity.  Per- 
haps it  is  conducive  to  sanity  to  realize  that 
the  social  movements  of  today  have  been  re- 
peated again  and  again  in  history,  and  that 
the  demands  of  the  modern  woman  have  no 
more  significance  than  the  precisely  similar 
demands  and  the  precisely  similar  behavior 
of  the  women  of  Rome  2000  years  ago. 

But  the  author  treats  his  topic  well  and 
without  offense  to  any  one.  Assigning  to 
woman  a  largely  increased  share  of  human 
activity,  he  reminds  her  that  nature  will  not 
permit  the  suppression  of  sex  and  that  sex 
must  continue  to  dominate,  and  not  be  merely 
incidental  to,  her  mind  and  body.  Woman's 
activities  must  be  consonant  with  that  fact 
and  not  at  variance  with   it. 

Woman  in  Modern  Society.  By  Earl  Barnes. 
New  York:  B.  W.  Huebsch;  $1.25  net. 


The  Book  of  Isaiah. 
Theologians   will    welcome   this   latest   addi- 
tion  to  the  International  Critical  Commentary 
on  the  Holy   Scriptures  of  the   Old   and    New 
Testaments   now   appearing   under   the   editor- 
ship  of   Dr.    Charles   Augustus    Briggs,   D.    D. 
Dr.    Samuel    Roller    Driver,    D.    D.,    and    Dr. 
Alfred  Plummer,  D.  D.     Two  volumes  will  be 
devoted  to  the   Book  of  Isaiah,  and  it   is  the 
first    of    these    volumes    that    has    now    been 
published.     The  whole   commentary  on   Isaiah 
was   originally   assigned   to   Dr.   A.    B.    David- 
Jied  before  he  had   made   any  sub- 
1  progress  with  the  work.     The  editors 


then  decided  to  divide  the  task  between  two 
writers,  and  it  was  entrusted  to  Dr.  George 
Buchanan  Gray,  D.  D-,  D.Litt.,  and  Dr.  Ar- 
thur S.  Peake,  D.  D.  The  whole  of  this  first 
volume  containing  an  introduction  and  com- 
mentary on  chapters  I-XXVII  is  therefore 
by  Dr.  Gray. 

A  Critical  and  Exegetical  Commentary  on 
the  Book  of  Isaiah.  By  Dr.  George  Buchanan 
Gray,  D.  D.,  Litt.  D.,  and  Dr.  Arthur  S.  Peake, 
D.  D.  In  two  volumes.  Volume  I.  New  York: 
Charles  Scribner's  Sons;  $3  net. 


The  Byzantine  Empire. 

Since  current  events  have  placed  Constan- 
tinople and  the  Balkan  States  once  more  in 
the  centre  of  world  affairs  it  is  well  that  we 
should  have  so  competent  a  history  as  that  of 
Mr.  Edward  Foord.  Certainly  the  part  once 
played  by  the  Eastern  Empire,  the  part  now 
being  played  by  the  fragments  of  the  Eastern 
Empire,  becomes  impressively  large  in  the 
light  of  its  earlier  history.  We  see  it  as  the 
impassable  barrier  erected  against  a  Moham- 
medan submersion  of  Europe,  and  for  800 
years  the  bulwark  of  the  western  world. 
Whatever  Europe  possesses  of  actual  civiliza- 
tion— and  the  author  believes  that  it  is 
largely  material  and  superficial  and  out  of  all 
proportion  to  the  actual  moral  progress  made 
— it  is  due  to  the  desperate  fight  waged  by 
Rome's  Eastern  Empire  against  the  barbarian 
hordes  which  were  pressing  from  the  East. 
The  Turks  did  indeed  capture  Constantinople 
and  so  secure  a  foothold  in  Eastern  Europe, 
but  it  was  a  precarious  foothold  and  their 
massed  enemies  to  the  west  have  never 
ceased  the  vigilance  that  so  well  guarded  the 
line  of  steel  drawn  against  the  Mohammedan 
advance.  The  struggle  now  going  on  in  the 
Balkans  is  a  logical  continuation  of  the  great 
battle  between  Constantine  XII  and  Moham- 
med II  when,  in  1453,  Constantinople  was 
besieged  and  taken  by  the  mightiest  of  Otto- 
man rulers. 

Mr.  Foord  tells  the  whole  story  of  the 
Byzantine  Empire  from  the  building  of  Con- 
stantinople in  330  to  its  capture  by  Moham- 
med, and  he  tells  it  remarkably  well,  without 
prolixity  and  with  a  well  preserved  thread  of 
narrative  all  the  way  through.  His  book 
should  find  a  welcome  at  this  latest  and  crit- 
ical stage  in  the  history  of  Byzantium. 

The  Byzantine  Empire.  By  Edward  Foord. 
New  York:  The  Macmillan  Company;  $2  net. 


The  Romance  of  'Words. 

Those  interested  in  the  curiosities  of  lan- 
guage will  find  a  veritable  feast  in  this  little 
volume  by  Professor  Ernest  Weekley,  M.  A. 
He  describes  it  as  the  amusement  of  occa- 
sional leisure,  and  defines  his  aim  as  being  to 
select  the  unexpected  in  etymology,  "things 
not  generally  known,"  such,  as  the  fact  that 
Tammany  was  an  Indian  chief,  that  assegai 
occurs  in  Chaucer,  that  jilt  is  identical  with 
Juliet,  and  that  to  curry  favor  means  to  comb 
down  a  horse  of  a  particular  color.  The  au- 
thor divides  his  work  into  thirteen  chapters, 
and  every  chapter  is  full  of  etymological  sur- 
prises, of  things  that  we  did  not  know  before, 
such  as  that  to  relent  is  to  go  slowly,  a 
salary  is  an  allowance  for  salt,  and  a  trivial 
matter  is  so  commonplace  that  it  can  be 
picked  up  at  the  meeting  of  "three  ways." 

The  Romance  of  Words.  By  Ernest  Weekley, 
M.  A.     New  York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


Priscilla's  Spies. 

Mr.  Birmingham  has  a  peculiar  capacity 
for  the  creation  of  delightful  young  women. 
Moreover,  he  is  the  most  humorous  of  Irish 
writers.  The  scene  of  his  latest  story  is  on 
the  west  coast  of  Ireland,  and  his  heroine  is 
Priscilla,  whose  energies  are  directed  to  the 
capture  of  two  innocent  young  people  whom 
she  is  quite  sure  are  German  spies.  Our  ad- 
miration for  Priscilla  is  sincere  and  enthusi- 
astic, but  she  does  not  quite  win  away  our 
hearts  from  Lalage,  who  will  be  remembered 
with  affection  by  those  who  have  been  so 
wise  as  to  read  Mr.  Birmingham's  earlier 
stories.  We  like  our  heroines  a  little  older 
than  Priscilla,  but  none  the  less  she  is  quite 
delightful  in  her  way. 

Prtscilla's  Spies.  By  G.  A.  Birmingham.  New 
York:   George  H.  Doran   Company;   $1.20  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Young  people  who  want  to  know  the  really 
interesting  facts  wrapped  up  in  the  history  of 
architecture  will  find  entertainingly  profitable 
the  series  of  articles  promised  in  the  new 
volume  of  St.  Nicholas,  which  will  deal  with 
Egyptian  cornerstones,  Greek  beauty,  and  on 
down  through  mediaeval  cities,  to  "the  Titan 
city   of  today." 

Mary  Johnston's  second  war  novel,  "Cease 
Firing,"  will  be  brought  out  by  the  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company  late  in  November.  Miss 
Johnston  lives  in  Richmond,  Virginia,  and  has 
unusual  opportunities  for  research  in  the  of- 
ficial history  of  both  the  Federal  and  Con- 
federate campaigns. 

Professor  Rudolf  Eucken  is  to  be  in  the 
United  States  during  the  winter,  lecturing  on 
"The  Leading  Ideas  of  the  Present  Day." 
His  lectures  will  deal,  for  the  most  part,  with 
the  same  topics  upon  which  he  has  written  his 
work.  "Main  Currents  of  Modern  Thought." 
which  has  just  been  translated  into  English, 
and   published  by   Charles  Scribner's  Sons. 

"The  Return  of  Peter  Grimm,"  novelized 
from   the   play   by    David    Belasco,   in   which 


David  Warfield  starred  in  New  York  last 
year  and  in  which  he  is  touring  the  country 
this  year,  is  among  the  month's  books  brought 
out  by  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co. 

Henry  C.  Shelley,  author  of  "Inns  and 
Taverns  of  Old  London,"  has  taken  another 
tour  into  the  past  and  returned  with  treasures 
from  the  French  capital  of  bygone  times. 
"Old  Paris ;  Its  Social,  Historical,  and  Lite- 
rary Associations,"  is  the  title  of  his  new 
volume,  just  published  by  L.  C.  Page  &  Co. 

Coincidently  with  the  assembling  at  New 
York  of  one  of  the  greatest  battle  fleets  ever 
assembled  in  a  harbor,  Henry  Holt  &  Co.  are 
sending  another  edition  to  press  of  Henry 
Williams's  "The  United  States  Navy,  a  Hand- 
book." This  is  the  only  complete  manual  of 
the  navy  for  general  reading,  with  govern- 
ment sanction.  It  is  so  simply  written  that 
the  veriest  "landlubber"  can  understand  it, 
and  is  fully  illustrated. 

Mrs.  Florence  Earle  Coates,  who  has  been 
traveling  in  Europe,  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Philadelphia.  Mrs.  Coates's  latest  collec- 
tion of  verse,  "The  Unconquered  Air  and 
Other  Poems,"  will  be  brought  out  next 
month  by  Houghton  Mifflin  Company. 

Lady  Clifford,  formerly  Mrs.  Henry  de  la 
Pasture,  and  author  of  "Master  Christopher," 
"The  Lonely  Lady  of  Grosvenor  Square," 
and  other  notable  novels,  will  have  her  latest 
story  brought  out  early  next  month  by  E.  P. 
Dutton  &  Co. 

Just  before  Christmas  the  first  number  of 
two  new  magazines  will  be  offered  to  readers. 
Neale's  Monthly  and  Neale's  Essay  Magazine 
are  the  titles  under  which  the  new  publica- 
tions will  appear,  and  they  will  be  published 
at  $3  a  year,  25  cents  a  number.  The  Neale 
Publishing  Company,  Union  Square,  New 
York,  for  seventeen  years  the  publishers  of 
worthy  books,   are  the  projectors   of  the   new 


enterprises.  In  the  prospectus  of  the  forth- 
coming magazines  the  publishers  make  a  plea 
for  better  writing  with  more  definite  pur- 
poses, and  promise  to  give  their  best  efforts 
to  that  cause. 

In  the  November  Century  Magazine  E.  S- 
Nadal  discusses  "Thoroughbreds  and  Trotters 
as  Saddle  Horses,"  drawing  his  conclusions 
from  an  experience  of  more  than  forty  years. 
What  he  has  to  say  of  the  Kentucky  horse  as 
compared  with  English-bred  horses  is  of  par- 
ticular  interest  to   Americans. 

Charles  Scribner's  Sons  have  just  pub- 
lished a  valuable  and  interesting  volume 
called  "German  Memoirs,"  by  Sidney  Whit- 
man, the  English  journalist  and  author.  They 
begin  in  1859  and  coming  practically  up  to 
the  present  time  cover  a  rough  half-century 
of  something  like  intimacy  with  German  so- 
ciety, German  art,  German  government,  and 
many  of  their  leaders. 

It  has  been  erroneously  stated  that  the 
"History  of  English  Literature"  which  ap- 
peared a  few  days  before  he  died,  was  An- 
drew Lang's  last  work.  His  publishers,  Long- 
mans, Green  &  Co.,  now  announce  several 
posthumous  works,  including  "Shakespeare, 
Bacon,  and  the  Great  Unknown,"  and  "The 
Book  of  Saints  and  Heroes" — his  twenty- 
fourth  annual  juvenile.  His  wife  has  a  vol- 
ume of  essays  under  the  title  "Men,  Women, 
and  Minxes."    All  three  are  autumn  books. 

Dr.  Sigurd  Ibsen,  only  son  of  Henrik  Ib- 
sen, former  attache  of  the  Swedish-Norwegian 
legation  at  Washington,  former  prime  minis- 
ter of  Sweden  and  Norway,  sociologist,  philos- 
opher, and  writer,  has  produced  a  book  en- 
titled "Human  Quintessence."  It  has  been 
published  in  Norwegian,  Swedish,  German, 
and  a  French  translation  is  under  way.  The 
English  translation  will  soon  be  published  by 
B.  W.  Huebsch. 


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October  26,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Majority  Rule. 

Mr.  William  L.  Ransom  in  his  "Majority 
Rule  and  the  Judiciary"  devotes  177  pages 
to  a  defense  of  the  proposal  for  the  recall  of 
judicial  decisions.  Mr.  Ransom  writes  plaus- 
ibly, but  his  constant  laudation  of  "the 
people,"  their  good  sense,  their  moderation, 
and  their  virtue  show  that  he  is  dealing  with 
conventional  theories  rather  than  with  condi- 
tions. Whatever  evils  we  now  labor  under — 
and  they  are  heavy  and  numerous — seem  to 
be  due  to  "the  people"  who  are  now  supposed 
to  be  competent  to  remove  those  evils  by  a 
touch.  The  reader  of  Mr.  Ransom's  book 
may  well  feel  that  the  chief  plea  therein  is 
for  more  elections,  an  increased  intricacy  of 
the  political  machine,  and  therefore  more  op- 
portunities for  bossism  and  public  folly. 
That  the  great  masses  of  political  ignorance 
and  incompetence  should  now  be  still  further 
empowered  to  recall  judicial  decisions  seems 
to  be  very  much  worse  than  the  disease  that 
it  is  supposed  to  cure. 

Majority  Rule  and  the  Judiciary.  By  Wil- 
liam L.  Ransom.  New  York:  Charles  Scribner's 
Sons;  60  cents  net. 


New  Books  Received. 

FICTION. 

The  Keynote.     By  Alphonse  de  Chateau bri ant. 

New  York:  George  H.  Doran  Company;  $1.20  net. 

A    translation    from    the    French    of    "Monsieur 

des  Lourdines." 

London-  Lavender.  By  E.  V.  Lucas.  New 
York:  The  Macmillan  Company;  $1.35  net, 

"An  entertainment,"  by  the  author  of  "Over 
Bemerton's." 

The    Closing    Net.       Bv    Henrv     C.     Rowland. 
New  York:  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.;   $1.25  net. 
A  novel. 

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John  Spaulding  Didn't  Dream 

That  he  was  doing  anything  wonderful 
in  1892  when  he  created  Lake  Spaulding, 
in  Nevada  County,  high  up  in  the  Sierras. 
He  never  thought  how  important  his  work 
would  one  day  figure  in  the  industrial  life 
of  California. 

But — John  Spaulding  without  realizing 
it  selected  one  of  the  greatest  dam  sites 
in  the  world. 

And  the  greatest  dam  of  its  kind  in  the 
world  is  now  under  way  at  the  head  of 
this  sheet  of  water. 

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neer institution  in  the  California  field,  the 
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only  building  the  Lake  Spaulding  Dam, 
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hood. It  already  has  nine  hydro-electric 
plants  in  active  operation,  but  these  can 
not  begin  to  supply  the  demand,  and  the 
company  finds  it  necessary  to  purchase 
power  from   other  concerns  to  help   out. 

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4900  feet,  will  be  one  of  the  highest  in 
the  world,  and  will  store  sufficient  water, 
were  it  required  for  that  purpose,  to  sup- 
ply San  Francisco  at  her  present  rate  of 
consumption  for  a  period  of  three  years. 
At  its  crest  it  will  be  900  feet  in  length, 
with  a  width  of  fourteen  feet,  though  the 
base  will  be  235  feet  wide,  or  about  twice 
as  wide  as  Market  Street.  Rising  to  a 
height  of  300  feet,  it  will  hold  back  a 
volume  of  water  which,  on  its  surface, 
will  equal  a  tract  of  level  land  containing 
820  acres.  Could  this  water  be  used  for 
irrigating  purposes  it  would  be  sufficient 
for  60,000  acres. 

Work  on  the  Lake  Spaulding  project  be- 
gan some  time  ago — July  3,  to  be  exact — 
and  already  an  army  of  over  1700  men 
is  hard  at  work  in  the  mountains,  boring, 
blasting,  digging,  logging,  and  performing 
a  thousand  and  one  other  duties  connected 
with  the  greatest  power  scheme  yet  under- 
taken in  California.  Hundreds  of  head  of 
stock  are  also  required,  and  form  part  of 
the  general  arrangement  of  each  of  the 
five  splendid  camps. 

It  is  estimated  that  the  dam  project  will 
require  two  years  and  a  half  to  complete. 

All  this  is  going  on  quietly,  that  Nature 
may  be  further  brought  to  the  aid  and 
comfort  of  mankind.  Yet  how  many  of 
the  thousands  and  thousands  who  make 
daily  use  of  electricity  for  lighting  and 
power  purposes,  ever  give  a  single  thought 
to  the  beginning  of  things: — the  means  of 
production.  Here  are  millions  of  dollars 
being  expended  in  work  far  off  in  the  wilds 
of  the  mountains.  The  completed  struc- 
tures must  always  stand  far  from  the  busy 
streets,  comparatively  few  people  will  see 
them,  and  they  can  never  hold  the  gaze  of 
admiring  thousands,  like  great  buildings  in 
the  cities.  Without  such  plants  the 
palatial  city  buildings  would  be  only  dis- 
mal, gloomy  cells.  Without  the  faith  of 
men  big  in  affairs  of  the  country.  in's 
work  would  never  have  been  possible. 
Through  their  efforts  will  come  more  light 
and  power,  making  country  life  easier  and 
happier,  and  robbing  city  life  of  many  of 
its  inconveniences. 


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"THE   ROSE  OF  PANAMA." 

"The  Rose  of  Panama"  really  belongs  to 
the  species  of  winter-bloomers,  which  flower 
out  here  gayly  during  the  season  of  winter 
chill  in  the  East,  when  the  majority  of  big 
guns  of  the  stage  are  sure  of  engagements  in 
theatrical  centres.  This  is  the  time  when  the 
Flossies  and  the  flimsies  and  froth  and  fluff 
dominate  our  stage.  This  is  the  time  when 
serious  drama  is  not ;  or  almost  not. 

So  "The  Rose  of  Panama"  is  the  first  dis- 
turbing winter   note.     It   is 

A  knell 
That  summons  thee  to  heaven  or  hell; 
according  to  whether  or  not  you  particularly 
favor  the  reign  of  musical  comedy.  How- 
ever, we  may  take  comfort.  Holbrook  Blinn 
follows  closely  on  the  Rose's  red  high  heels, 
and  in  its  advertised  list  the  Cort  manage- 
ment promises  us  a  goodly  proportion  of 
stable  attractions  sandwiched  in  between  the 
lighter-minded  gayeties  of  musical  frivolity. 

"The  Rose  of  Panama"  is  mere'y  fill  in.  It 
is  described  as  a  Viennese  opera  by  Heinrich 
Berte.  and  is  further  buttressed  up  by  the 
formidable  German  names  of  the  two  com- 
posers of  the  opera  in  its  original  form,  in 
which  it  is  known  as  "Kreolenblut."  Sydney 
Rosenfeld  had  a  hand  in  the  libretto,  and 
there  is  an  extra  man,  one  Arthur  Gillespie, 
who  composed  the  lyrics.  Yet  despite  all 
this  pretentious  siring  the  gayeties  of  "The 
Rose  of  Panama"  are  rather  hollow.  The 
wit  of  the  two  librettists  gave  out.  There 
are  three  comedians  in  the  company,  but  their 
comedy  baggage  is  very  light,  and  the  au- 
dience, drawn  hopefully  by  the  lure  of  mu- 
sical comedy,  heard  a  lot  of  music,  but  were 
decidedly   stinted  on   fun   and  laughter. 

There  was  quite  a  fair-sized  audience  on 
Monday  night  to  worship  at  its  favorite 
shrine.  And  if  it  had  not  been  for  the  ab- 
sence of  mirth  provocatives  I  do  not  doubt 
that  many  would  have  felt  repaid.  For  that 
important  element,  the  female  chorus,  is 
young,  pretty,  and  bounteously  and  variously 
costumed.  The  costumes  are  new,  fresh, 
tasteful,  and  expensive.  There  is  the  usual 
proportion  of  music  and  dancing,  some  spe- 
cialties, such  as  the  lariat  play  of  a  pair  of 
lovers,  a  take-off  on  a  ball  game  and  a  game 
of  poker,  and  the  ragging  of  Roger  Gray,  the 
tall  comedian  with  the  nimble  heels,  who  has 
not  yet  thoroughly  acquired  the  art  of  "get- 
ting over"  with  the  sureness  of  the  veteran, 
but  who  is  sure  to  win  his  spurs,  given  a  fat 
part. 

Comedian  Temple,  with  his  fine  social  de- 
meanor, his  richly  unctuous  voice,  and  his 
assured  cajoleries  with  gentle  woman,  im- 
presses the  spectator  as  an  experienced 
worker  in  his  line,  very  much  in  need  of 
better  material.  And  Comedian  Udell  won  a 
few  laughs  with  the  irrepressible  activities  of 
a  pair  of  legs  which  occasionally  shot  off  at 
startling  tangents  in  a  detached  sort  of  way, 
showing  that  Mr.  Udell  belongs  to  the  humbler 
rank   of  acrobatic  comedians. 

Chapine  is  the  leading  attraction,  and 
Chapine  is  a  nice,  pretty,  attractive  young 
thing  with  a  dramatic  temperament,  a  good 
stage  personality,  plenty  of  clan,  and  who  can 
sing  pretty  well  from  the  musical-comedy 
standpoint.  But  I  have  dark  suspicions  as 
to  the  authenticity  of  Chapine's  French  origin. 
"The  Rose  of  Panama"  is  full  of  echoes ; 
echoes  from  other  operas,  for  the  music, 
though  sweet  and  pretty,  is  colorless  and  un- 
original. Echoes  from  the  business  of  other 
operas,  for  the  suggestion  for  the  would-be 
impassioned  waltz  in  the  second  act  came 
from  "The  Merry  Widow."  Echoes  from  the 
hits  of  other  operas,  for  Mizzi  Hajos's  pi- 
quant foreignness  proved  to  be  one  of  her 
witcheries;  the  deliciously  musical  German 
accent  of  that  taking  little  comedienne  turn- 
ing out  to  be  one  of  her  trump  cards.  So  I 
rather  fancy  that  Chapine's  Frenchness  is 
buikled  on  little  Mizzi's  winsome  German- 
ness.  Chapine  is  really  of  the  American 
type,  and  the  slight  suggestion  of  an  accent 
with  which  she  embroiders  her  speech  at  the 
beginning  has  a  tendency  imperceptibly  to 
evanesce  as  the  evening  advances.  Her  pretty 
head  is  rather  extinguished  under  a  too 
copious  black  wig,  which  emphasizes  her  pre- 
sumable claim  to  a  Gallic  origin,  but  all  the 
same  the  evidence  points  to  Chapine  coming 
from   our   own   United    States. 

The  voices  of  the  singers  in  the  leading 
roles  of  the  operetta  are  not  particularly  ap- 
pealing, that  of  the  principal  male  singer, 
John  R.  Phillips,  being  hard  and  strident  in 
tone.      Nor    has    Mr.    Phillips    cultivated    the 


gentleman  puts  plenty  of  muscle  in  his  stage 
embraces,  but  no  ardor,  and  I  fear  that  his 
rather  defiant  personality  is  deterrent  to  the 
crimson  flowering  of  romance. 

At  any  rate,  the  sentiment  in  "The  Rose 
of  Panama" — and  there  is  quite  a  lot  of 
"Merry  Widow"  sentiment  lying  around — 
doesn't  go  down  very  well,  except  with  those 
unexacting  beings  who  want  some  kind  of 
musical  comedy  all  the  time  and  take  the  will 
for  the  deed,  because  they  are  having  their 
favorite   dish. 

It  is  a  never-failing  conclusion,  derived 
from  frequent  observation  of  any  and  all 
kinds  of  drama,  that  the  merit  of  the  ma- 
terial on  which  he  works  is  the  most  potent 
challenge  to  the  histrion,  whether  he  is  a 
singer  or  a  player,  or  both.  "The  Rose  of 
Panama"  is  unmistakably  a  pot-boiler,  and 
the  players  in  the  company  feel  it  from  the 
crowns  of  their  heads  to  the  soles  of  their 
boots.  And  each  responds  according  to  his 
or  her  temperament.  Richard  Temple  makes 
the  best  of  a  bad  job,  and  puts  forth  all  the 
garnered  manners  and  tricks  of  experience 
to  atone  for  the  absence  of  hearty  enjoyment 
in  his  work.  Roger  Gray  is  young  and  hope- 
ful, and  rather  individual.  So  he  success- 
fully snatches  a  few  fugitive  laughs,  and 
cheerfully  looks  as  if  he  had  when  he  fails. 
He  knows  well  that  it  isn't  his  fault.  Lucy 
Monroe  comes  off  rather  well.  She  is 
sprightly,  prettily  dressed,  pleasingly  plump 
to  the  masculine  eye,  and  light  on  her  feet. 
So  she  wins  out  in  several  scenes  and  dances. 
Evelyn  Dunmore  is  the  kind  of  actress  who 
runs  along  like  a  clock.  Everything  goes. 
She  sings,  waves  a  pair  of  dimpled  arms, 
hangs  with  feminine  satisfaction  some  ex- 
ceedingly ornate  and  effective  costumes  on  an 
agreeably  tapestried  figure,  sticks  expensive 
feathers  in  her  abundant  locks,  and  does  her 
share  reliably  and  acceptably  in  all  the  spe- 
cialties. 

But,  in  spite  of  the  general  atmosphere  of 
conscientiousness  in  the  company,  the  dia- 
logue was  delivered  without  conviction.  A 
belief  in  the  importance  of  frivolity  is  just 
as  essential  as  in  that  of  tragedy,  and  what 
we  heard  was  therefore  the  too  frequent 
vapid,  unintelligible  patter.  When  Roger 
Gray  said,  "Do  you  get  me?"  I  felt  like  call- 
ing out,  earnestly,  with  the  righteous  wrath 
of  the  deadhead,  "Yes,  Roger,  you're  all 
right,  but  we  don't  get  the  other  fellow." 

There  was  a  grand  finale  to  Act  II — the  full 
company,  chorus  and  all,  assembled,  the  Rose 
in  the  arms  of  a  sub  rosa  suitor ;  grief  and 
horror  of  her  future  husband,  arms  waving, 
orchestra  thundering,  voices  joined  in  one 
great  concerted  tour  de  force;  impassioned 
musical  declamation;  curtain  falling  on  a 
stage  packed  with  light,  color,  and  gayly  clad 
humanity.  And  there  was  a  scenic  investiture 
appropriate  to  the  Spanish  tropics — palms; 
exotic  architecture ;  willow  furniture ;  Mexi- 
can sombreros,  and  servitors  whose  Mexican 
trousers  resembled  the  wedding  of  a  couple 
of  hobble  skirts.  But  the  audience,  in  spite 
of  the  determinedly  optimistic  attitude  of 
people  who  want  to  get  all  the  worth  of  their 
money  possible,  were  not  really  fooled. 

And  so  we  all  recognized  that  "The  Rose 
of  Panama"  is  a  mere  fill-in  of  an  off  week, 
and  we  cheered  ourselves  up  by  reading,  at 
frequent  intervals,  the  list  of  attractions  for 
the  coming  season. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Julian  Eltinge  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

The  interest  in  Julian  Eltinge's  appearance 
in  "The  Fascinating  Widow"  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  next  Sunday  night  is  extraordinary. 
Many  are  impatient  to  see  the  man  of  whom 
it  has  been  said  that  in  feminine  disguise  he 
is  easily  the  handsomest  woman  on  the  stage 
today. 

One  of  the  most  important  features  of  this 
engagement  is  the  fact  that  Julian  Eltinge 
will  be  surrounded  by  the  original  New  York 
company.  Three  seasons  ago,  when  "The 
Fascinating  Widow"  was  first  produced, 
Manager  A.  H.  Woods  placed  every  actor 
and  actress  in  the  organization  under  a 
three  years*  contract  to  eliminate  the  possi- 
bility of  changes  in  the  cast.  Audiences  see 
the  same  entertainment  in  every  detail  as 
that  enjoyed  by  New  York  and  Chicago 
theatre-goers. 

The  plot  of  the  piece  concerns  pranks  of 
a  young  college  man  in  love  with  a  college 
girl,  whose  mother  insists  that  she  marry  a 
student  whom  she  does  not  love.  Without 
acquainting  the  girl  with  his  intentions,  the 
first  college  man  (Julian  Eltinge),  disguises 
himself  as  a  captivating  widow  and  succeeds 
in  compelling  the  other  man  to  break  his  en- 
gagement to  the  girl  and  propose  to  the 
"widow"  instead.  The  deception  is  prac- 
ticed by  Blake  to  the  very  altar,  where  he 
reveals  himself,  to  the  chagrin  of  his  rival. 
Matinees  will  be  given  on  Wednesdays  and 
Saturdays. 

Lulu  Glaser,  Edna  Goodrich,  and  Jessie 
Busley  are  stars  who  have  recently  gone  into 
vaudeville.  The  biggest  purses  conquer,  as 
the  heaviest  battalions  are  said  to  have  done. 

«» 

A  Banquet  Wine. 

The   Italian-Swiss   Colony's   celebrated   Tipo 

fred  or  white)  is  used  at  banquets  and  dinners 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

Holbrook  Blinn  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

Paul  Armstrong's  plays  of  the  underworld 
have  been  successful  here.  "Alias  Jimmy 
Valentine"  holds  the  top  record  for  attend- 
ance at  the  Cort  Theatre,  and  "The  Deep 
Purple"  was  not   far  behind  in   popularity. 

On  Sunday  night  at  the  Cort  we  will  be- 
come acquainted  with  Armstrong's  "A  Ro- 
mance of  the  Underworld,"  a  four-act  drama 
which  was  elaborated  from  the  one-act  vaude- 
ville sketch  of  the  same  name  which  made  a 
hit  when  played  over  the  Orpheum  circuit 
last  season.  In  its  present  form  the  play  has 
been  most  successful. 

Additional  interest  attaches  to  the  engage- 
ment through  the  fact  that  the  star  is  Hol- 
brook Blinn,  a  San  Franciscan.  Blinn  occu- 
pies an  enviable  place  on  the  stage.  In  "A 
Romance  of  the  Underworld"  he  is  said  to 
have  the  best  role  of  his  career. 

The  playwright  has  painted  a  marvelously 
vivid  picture  of  the  tragedy  of  a  brother  and 
sister  who,  by  reason  of  the  boy's  arrest,  are 
drawn  into  the  police  court,  that  borderland 
between  respectability  and  the  "other  half." 
Through  the  pull  of  a  crooked  politician 
whom  she  has  refused  to  marry,  the  girl's 
brother    is    falsely    accused    of    being   a    thief. 

Blinn  is  supported  by  a  notable  company 
which  includes  Catherine  Calvert,  Ruth  Ben- 
son, Anna  MacDonald,  W.  Tammany  Young, 
George  Miller,  Leonard  Hollister,  Robert 
Stevens,  James  Marcus,  and  Benjamin  Piazza. 

"A  Romance  of  the  Underworld"  will  stay 
at  the  Cort  Theatre  for  two  weeks,  with  the 
usual  matinees  on  Wednesdays  and  Satur- 
days.   

Next  Week's  Orpheum  Bill. 

The  Orpheum  announces  for  next  week  one 
of  the  most  attractive  of  bills.  Miss  Amelia 
Bingham,  one  of  the  foremost  star  actresses 
in  this  country,  who  on  the  occasion  of  her 
only  visit  to  this  city  several  years  ago 
scored  a  great  hit  in  Clyde  Fitch's  comedy, 
"The  Climbers."  is  making  a  brief  tour  of 
the  Orpheum  Circuit  and  will  appear  in  an 
original  idea  of  her  own  entitled  "Big  Mo- 
ments from  Great  Plays."  The  story  of  each 
one  is  briefly  told  by  her,  and  then  the  scene 
which  contains  its  climax  or  greatest  thrill 
acted.  Miss  Bingham  includes  in  her  reper- 
tory "Fedora,"  "Madame  Sans  Gene,"  "The 
Climbers,"  "La  Tosca,"  and  "A  Modern  Lady 
Godiva,"  the  latter  play  being  from  her  own 
pen.  Her  supporting  company  consists  of 
Mr.  Lloyd  Bingham,  Miss  Lisle  Leigh,  Miss 
Will-Nell  Lavender,  and  Mr.  Beresford 
Lovett. 

Nellie  Nichols,  the  chic  and  dainty  singer 
of  lilting  songs,  is  not  a  stranger  to  San 
Francisco  audiences,  for  about  two  years  ago 
she  firmly  established  herself  in  their  good 
graces.  She  brings  with  her  on  this  visit  a 
number  of  new  and  catchy  songs. 

Frank  Morrell,  known  in  New  York  as  "the 
California  Boy,"  and  one  of  the  best  tenors 
in  vaudeville,  will  introduce  a  novel  act  next 
week  only  entitled  "The  Singing  Minstrel." 
His  jolly  personality,  rich  melodious  voice, 
and  excellent  judgment  in  the  selection  of 
songs  always  gains  him  great  popularity. 

The  famous  clown,  Slivers,  will  present  his 
original  pantomime,  "The  Ball  Game,"  next 
week  only.  Frank  "Slivers"  Oakley  will  be 
pleasantly  remembered  as  one  of  the  greatest 
comedy  hits  known  in  vaudeville. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Albertina 
Rasch's  "Le  Ballet  Classique" ;  Melville  and 
Higgins ;  the  Asahi  Quintet,  and  Joseph  Jef- 
ferson and  Felice  Morris. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

At  the  Pantages  Theatre  this  week  the  pro- 
gramme includes  Mercedes,  the  mystifying 
"musical  enigma" ;  Hassan  Ben  Ali's  fifteen 
Arabian  acrobats ;  Lowell  and  Esther  Drew, 
presenting  "At  the  Drug  Store" ;  Copeland 
and  Payton,  the  colored  comedians ;  Flo  and 
Ollie  Walters,  talented  youngsters;  Sylvia 
Sabolcsy,  the  local  violinist,  and  the  skating 
Harrahs. 

Many  novelties  are  promised  for  the  week 
commencing  Sunday  afternoon,  one  bearing 
the  sensational  type  of  "Mysteries  of  the 
Dope,"  said  to  be  a  strikingly  unique  produc- 
tion, with  a  big  cast  of  clever  comedians  and 
pretty  singing  and  dancing  girls.  Schepp's 
comedy  circus,  which  includes  dogs,  ponies, 
and  monkeys,  should  prove  most  pleasing  to 
the  children,  with  the  bucking  pony,  the  star 
of  the  aggregation.  Minnie  Palmer's  "Six 
American  Beauties,"  talented  young  women 
who  play  violins,  the  viola,  harp,  and  'cello, 
wilt  offer  a  musical  interlude  in  which  they 
intermingle  their  instrumental  selections  with 
a  song  or  two.  Al  Espe  and  Laura  Roth  will 
toss  around  cannon  balls  and  torpedoes  as  if 
they  were  tennis  halls,  Espe  doing  most  of 
the  hard  work  and  Miss  Roth  supplying  the 
comedy  portion  of  the  specialty.  Ca!  Stewart, 
who  is  as  well  known  for  his  phonographic 
records  as  for  his  entertaining  ability,  will  be 
heard  for  the  first  time  here  in  his  rural 
anecdotes  and  stories  about  "Uncle  Josh,"  and 
Julie  Cooper  and  Dell  Moore,  pretty  girls  who 
serve  up  the  latest  popular  ballads  in  a  way 
peculiarly  their  own,  will  make  four  changes 
of  song  and  costume.  Other  acts  and  special 
Sunlight  pictures  will  complete  a  varied  pro- 
gramme. 


Victor  Floor 
REMODELED 

We  have  remodeled  the  Third  Floor  of  our 
building,  devoting  it  to  the  perfect  display  of 
VICTORS.  VICTKOLASand  RECORDS.  Tola 
entire  floor  is  devoted  to  individual  glass  parti- 
tioned sound-proof,  demonstration  rooms,  all 

Perfectly  Ventilated  and  Day-Lighted 

Every  convenience  has  been  installed  for  the 
proper  demonstration  of  our  tremendous 
stock  of  VICTOR  goods,  and  for  the  comfort 
of  our  patrons. 

Sherman  jpay  &  Co. 

Stemway  ind  Other  Pianos  Apollo  and  Ceciliar  Player  Poms 
Victor  Talking  Machines    Sheet  Mask  and  Musical  Merchandise 

Kearny  and  Sutter  Sts.,  San  Francisco 
Fourteenth  and  Clay  Sts.,  Oakland 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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Matinee  Every  Day 
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The  Distinguished  Actress 
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In  Her  Original  Idea,  "Big  Moments  from  Great 
Plays";  NELLIE  NICHOLS,  Dainty  Singer  of 
Lilting  Pongs;  FRANK  MORRELL.  "The  Oali- 
fornia  Boy" :  "SLIVERS,"  the  Famous  Clown,  in 
hi-  original  Pantomime,  "The  Ball  Game":  AL- 
BERTINA BASCH'S  "LE  BALLETCLASSIQFE": 
MELVILLE  an'l  HIGGINS;  THE  GREAT  ASAHI 
and  Co.;  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PICTURES, 
Last  Week  of  JOSEPH  JEFFERSON  and  FELICE 
MORRIS,  "In  1999." 

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The  Leading  Playhouse 

Beginning  SUNDAY  Night.  Oct.  27 

Matinses  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays 

A.  H.  Woods  presents  the  famous 

JULIAN  ELTINGE 

And  original  New  York  Company  in 
the  Musical  Comedy  Triumph 

The     Fascinating    Widow 


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Last  Time  Tonight— "The  Rose  of  Panama" 

Beginning  Tomorrow  (SUNDAY)  Night 
Two  Weeks— Mats.  Wednesday  and  Saturday 

HOLBROOK  BLINN 

In  Paul  Armstrong's  Four-Act  Drama 
A   ROMANCE  of  the   UNDERWORLD 

The  Dramatic  Sensation  of  the  Century 
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PANTAGES  THEATRE 

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Week  o(  October  27 

Mysteries  of  the  Dope 

A  Sensational  and  Novel  I'roduction 

Schepp's  Comedy  Circus 

And  OTHER  BIG  ACTS 

Mat.  daily  at  2:30.  Nights  at  7:15  and  9:15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1 :30  and  3:30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


First  Popular  Priced  Concert  of 

-.      SAN   FRANCISCO     * 

ORCHESTRA 

HenryHadley-  Conductor 

Programme,  Sunday  aft,  Oct.  27,  1912  : 

"Man.li  of  Homage,"  Grieg;  Overture,  Flying 
Dutchman,"  Wagner;  Aria— "Depuia  le  ' 
from  "Louise,"  Charpentier,  Beatrice  Fine;  sym- 
phony No.  5,inEminor("FromtheNew  World  ). 
II.  Largo— IV.  Allegro  con  luoco, Dvorak;  Btor- 
lelle  del  Bosco,"  Viennese  (Waltz),  Strauss-Lc 
Forge  Beatrice  Fine:  Violin  solo,  Meditation 
i,,, m  "Th:iU."  Mas^'n..;.  Adulph  Ruscnbecker; 
"March  Slav."  Tsehaikowsky. 

Seats  on  sale  at  the  box-offices  of  the  Cort  The- 
atre, Sherman,  Clay  -v.  Co,  ;md  Kohl-r  «fcl  tUM 
pri(  as  11.00,  75c,  50c.  35o. 


GADSKI 

This  Sunday  aft,  Oct.  27 

at  2:30 

Columbia  Theatre 

12.50,  *2.00.  $1.50,11.00.    Box- 
offices    at   Sherman,  Clay   «v 
Co.'s.  Kohler  . . 
Sunday  at  Columbia. 


BEEL  QUARTET 

Next  Sunday  aft.  No».  3.  at  2:30 
ST.  FRANCIS  BALLROOM 
AXICE  BACON  WASHINGTON.  PI 
Season  tickets  l  6  i 
at  above  box-ol 

Stelnwa  i 
t'oinini,— YOLANDA  MERC 


THE    ARGONAUT 


October  26,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


With  an  unchangeable  determination  to 
keep  our  admiring  and  admonishing  eye  upon 
the  new,  the  enfranchised,  and  the  liberated 
woman,  we  have  noted  with  some  interest  the 
many  confidential  revelations  as  to  the  new 
fashions.  There  are  now  three  of  these  reve- 
lations before  us,  and  they  all  give  the  im- 
pression of  having  been  made  with  bated 
breath  and  after  some  surreptitious  peep  into 
the  holy  of  holies  where  fashions  are  made — 
of  course  by  men.  Women  at  the  beginning 
of  a  fashion  season  are  very  much  in  the 
same  position  as  a  prisoner  who  has  been 
convicted  but  not  sentenced.  They  hope  for 
the  best  while  they  are  prepared  for  the 
worst,  but  the  idea  of  rebellion  never  enters 
their  heads. 

First  on  the  list  comes  Marie  Tempest. 
She  seems  to  have  smuggled  herself  into  the 
unopened  show  rooms — probably  smiled  at  the 
doorkeeper  and  reduced  him  to  a  state  of 
maundering  ecstasy — and  now  she  tells  us  all 
about  it.  First  she  says  that  "the  panier  has 
now  become  drapy  and  everything  is  draped.'* 
There  was  a  time  when  we  knew  all  about 
the  panier,  but  we  have  forgotten  that  earlier 
lore.  But  we  are  so  glad  that  "everything  is 
draped."  It  was  not  ever  so.  "The  dresses," 
continues  Miss  Tempest,  "are  tighter  than 
ever  under  the  drapery,  and  there  are  no 
foundations,  only  transparencies.  I  do  not 
know  what  we  women  are  going  to  do  with 
such  unsubstantial  clothing."  Now  we  do  not 
know  exactly  what  all  this  means,  but  it  has 
a  sinister  sound.  At  first  we  were  inclined 
to  exult  at  the  fact  that  at  least  something 
was  to  be  draped.  We  had  grown  so  used  to 
the  undraped  that  we  had  not  considered  the 
possibility  that  women  might  one  day  take  to 
wearing  clothes.  But  what's  the  use  if  there 
are  to   be   "only  transparencies"  ? 

"The  hats,"  continued  Miss  Tempest,  "will 
be  more  eccentric  than  ever.  They  will  be 
both  larger  and  smaller,  but  the  flat  will,  if 
anything,  be  most  popular." 

Now  this  seems  all  clear  enough  with  the 
exception  of  those  expressions  that  don't 
mean  anything  in  particular  and  that  women 
always  throw  into  their  dress  descriptions, 
presumably  for  general  gorgeousness.  If  we 
may  be  allowed  to  translate  Miss  Tempest's 
words  into  the  vernacular  we  may  take  her 
meaning  to  be  that  henceforth  women  intend 
to  wear  clothes,  but  that  they  will  be  trans- 
parent clothes. 

But  now  comes  Lady  Duff-Gordon  with  a 
statement  that  can  hardly  be  said  to  jibe  at 
all  with  Miss  Tempest's.  Lady  Duff-Gordon 
has  just  landed  in  New  York,  and  almost  be- 
fore she  had  time  to  feel  the  soil  of  freedom 
under  her  feet  she  had  fixed  a  shivering  re- 
porter with  her  glittering  eye  and  had  whis- 
pered sweet  sartorial  confidences  into  his  ear. 
"You  must  now  dress,"  said  Lady  Duff-Gor- 
don, "as  though  you  were  a  poor  woman. 
You  mustn't  show  that  you  are  rich,  but  you 
must  wear  a  pearl  necklace.  The  'tomboy' 
style  is  all  in  vogue.  You  can  say  that  sim- 
plicity is  the  note  in  present  fashions.  The 
hair  is  worn  just  as  tight  to  the  head  as  it  is 
possible  to  dress  it.  False  hair  is  quite  gone 
out.  The  object  is  to  make  the  head  look 
as  small  as  possible."  Then  Lady  Duff-Gor- 
don told  a  horrible  story  about  a  fashionable 
woman  in  Paris  who  wore  a  gown  that  was 
split  up  fore  and  aft  so  as  to  show  the  knees; 
the  knees  themselves,  mind  you,  not  merely 
their  contour  or  outline.  The  ordinary  sheath 
dress  does  that,  and  with  an  almost  anatom- 
ical precision,  too,  but  this  French  beauty  was 
determined  to  show  that  at  last  her  sex  has 
won  emancipation  from  the  degrading  yoke  of 
tyranny,  modesty,  and  everything  else..  And, 
by  the  way,  Mrs.  William  H.  de  Lacey  of 
Washington  rushes  into  print  in  order  to  say 
that  "even  Washington"  will  never,  never 
tolerate  bare  knees — at  least  not  outside  of 
the  bathroom — and  that  she,  for  one,  will  not 
wear  a  costume  of  this  kind.  Well,  we  must 
try  and  bear  it.  The  moment  we  heard  of 
the  bare  knee  skirt  it  was  borne  in  upon  us 
that  Mrs.  William  H.  de  Lacey  of  Washing- 
ton would  not  wear  it,  and  now  our  worst 
fears  are  realized.  Mrs.  William  H.  de 
Lacey's  repudiation  has  been  telegraphed  all 
over  the  country  by  the  longest  leased  wire 
in  the  world  and  every  town  in  America  has 
heard  of  it.  It  is  a  blow,  a  sad  blow,  but  it 
was  not  unforeseen.  It  must  be  endured  with 
resignation. 

Mme.  Rcjane's  forecast  must  be  allowed  to 
pass   unnoticed.      It    is    quite    different    from 
the  other  two,  although  it  was  delivered  with 
the  same  air  of  fincers  upon  lips.     But  upon 
one  point  at  least  we  may  quote  Mme.  Rejane. 
She  says  that  "woman  is  emerging  from  her 
hobble  skirts."    Where?    We  have  often  won- 
dered   how    woman    does    emerge    from    the 
hobble  skirt,  but  unfortunately  our  opportuni- 
ties for  acquiring  information  are  so  limited. 
If  the  process  may  be  viewed  without  impro- 
priety or  so  described   as  to  bring  no  blush 
upon  the  chec'e  of  innocence  wc  should  like 
to    have    furtner    particulars.      Mme.    Rejane 
goes   on   to   sny,   presumably   after    inspection, 
■ran  5  figure  remains  slender,  but  it 
•rri  eful,  supple,  and  harmonious  in 
•  )    ibove  all,  more  original." 
t    .  cems   a  pity.     We   don't    want 
We  won't  have  originality.     We 


have  grown  used  to  the  good  old  shapes  and 
we  shall  simply  hate  a  change.  Grace,  supple- 
ness, and  harmony  are  all  right,  but  when  it 
comes  to  originality  of  form  we  draw  the 
line.  As  it  says  somewhere  in  the  Bible, 
"The  old  is  better." 


After  reading  the  principal  address  de- 
livered before  the  dentists'  convention  in  New 
York  we  registered  a  solemn  vow  to  marry  no 
girl  whatsoever  without  a  certificate  from  a 
competent  dentist  to  the  effect  that  her  teeth 
are  not  of  the  chalky  variety.  Our  determi- 
nation is  inflexible,  and  applicants  will  save 
themselves  much  trouble  by  securing  the 
necessary  credentials  before  taking  their 
place  en  queue. 

It  seems  that  girls  with  chalky  teeth  have 
a  deficient  love  nature  and  are  apt  to  marry 
only  for  money.  The  kind  of  girl  to  look  for 
is  the  girl  with  pink-tinted  teeth,  but  it  is 
well  to  be  cautious  even  here.  Do  not  be 
misled  by  appearances.  Girls  have  been 
known  to  have  their  chalky  teeth  extracted 
and  replaced  by  the  imitation  article  of  the 
requisite  pink  variety,  but  the  most  advanced 
schools  of  modern  science  assure  us  that 
there  is  no  corresponding  change  in  charac- 
ter. Therefore  it  is  always  well,  before  pro- 
posing to  a  girl,  to  pry  her  mouth  open  and 
make  sure  that  her  teeth  are  not  only  pink 
but  genuine.  This  may  be  described  as  a  sort 
of  "first  aid"  test.  If  she  passes  it  success- 
fully you  can  then  send  her  round  to  the 
medical  specialists  for  the  other  certificates, 
and  to  the  guaranty  societies  to  have  her 
title  examined  and  so  to  make  sure  that  her 
grandmother  was  free  from  foot  and  mouth 
disease  and  her  grandfather  from  rabies.  In 
the  meantime  she  will  be  making  similar  ten- 
der inquiries  about  yourself,  and  if  the  course 
of  true  love  is  found  to  be  running  smoothly 
there  can  be  a  formal  exchange  of  certificates 
and  guaranties,  a  last  fond  inspection  of  teeth 
and  birthmarks,  and  then  will  come  that 
sublime  ceremony  as  amended  by  the  best 
thought  of  the  day  but  that  we  hesitate  to 
quote  for  fear  of  being  excluded  from  the 
mails.  The  present  report  of  the  dentists' 
convention  is  preliminary  and  fragmentary. 
It  may  be  possible  to  say  more  about  it  when 
the  fuller  reports  are  available,  but  in  the 
meantime  we  do  the  best  we  can.  It  is  cer- 
tainly dreadful  to  think  of  the  number  of 
young  people  who  hurry  into  matrimony  with- 
out any  of  those  precautions  and  safeguards 
now  placed  at  our  service  by  the  latest  de- 
velopments of  veterinary  science. 


Sir  Frederick  Wedmore,  in  a  recently  pub- 
lished volume  of  Memories,  tells  a  good  story 
of  Queen  Victoria,  who  evidently  bore  a  feel- 
ing of  resentment  toward  David  for  his  treat- 
ment of  Bathsheba.  The  story  is  as  follows: 
"In  some  such  terms  as  the  following,  Lady 
Southampton  felt  herself  inspired  to  address 
the  queen  one  day :  'Do  not  you  think, 
ma'am,  one  of  the  satisfactions  of  the  future 
state  will  be,  not  only  our  reunion  with  those 
whom  we  have  loved  on  earth,  but  our  oppor- 
tunies  of  seeing  face  to  face  so  many  of  the 
noble  figures  of  the  past — of  other  lands  and 
times?  Bible  times,  for  instance.  Abraham 
will  be  there,  ma'am ;  Isaac,  too,  and  Jacob. 
Think  of  what  they  will  be  like !  And  the 
sweet  singer  of  Israel.  He,  too.  Yes,  ma'am, 
King  David  we  shall  see.'  And,  after  a  mo- 
ment's silence,  with  perfect  dignity  and  de- 
cision, the  great  queen  made  answer,  'I  will 
not  meet  David !'  " 


How  much  we  may  learn  from  the  Orient 
with  its  centuries  of  tradition,  already  old  and 
wise  when  Columbus  first  planted  the  seeds 
of  all  sorts  of  trouble  by  discovering  America. 
Here,  for  example,  is  a  gem  of  science  that 
reaches  us  from  Morocco  and  that  tells  us 
how  wives  may  compel  their  husbands  to  re- 
trace the  footsteps  that  even  in  the  home  of 
the  brave  will  sometimes  wander  from  the 
straight  and  narrow  path  of  conjugal  felicity. 
As  soon  as  the  wife  has  received  the  Pinker- 
ton  report  that  tells  the  old,  old  story  of  who 
he  was  with  last  night  let  her  draw  a  straight 
line  in  pure  honey  down  from  the  middle  of 
her  forehead  to  her  chin  and  collect  the  drip- 
pings in  a  spoon.  Let  her  then  rub  the  tip 
of  her  tongue  with  a  fig-leaf  till  it  bleeds 
and  soak  seven  grains  of  salt  in  the  blood. 
Mix  it  all  up  together  with  the  honey,  add 
some  more  salt  which  has  been  carried  for  a 
day  and  a  night  in  a  tiny  incision  in  the  skin 
between  her  eyebrows.  To  this  must  be  added 
a  pinch  of  earth  from  the  print  of  her  bare 
right  foot  on  the  ground,  and  the  whole  dose 
should  then  be  put  into  the  erring  husband's 
breakfast  food  when  he  isn't  looking.  The 
charm  of  the  thing  is  its  harmlessness  and  its 
simplicity.  Like  infant  baptism,  it  can  not 
possibly  do  any  harm,  and  it  might  do  good. 
And  the  women  of  Morocco  say  that  it  never 
fails,  and  they  ought  to  know. 


A  minister  in  the  Middle  West  has  de- 
scribed a  bachelor  as  "a  parasitical  dodder, 
a  solitary  satellite  around  his  own  ego,  and  a 
sluggish  human  of  exuberant  egotism." 


"George  has  told  me  all  the  secrets  of  his 
past."^  "Mercy!  What  did  you  think  of 
them?"  "I  was  awfully  disappointed." — 
Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


269 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise 


Not  many  years  ago,  in  the  Temple  Court, 
London,  was  a  sun-dial  with  the  motto:  "B< 
gone  about  your  business."  This  unusual  in- 
scription arose  from  the  "builder's  man"  call- 
ing to  receive  orders  about  it,  when  the 
bencher  in  charge  was  so  busy  that  he  did 
not  listen,  but  said :  "Be  gone  about  your 
business,"  which  the  man  took  as  his  answer 
and   forthwith   engraved. 


James  the  First,  being  requested  by  his  oIl. 
nurse  to  make  her  son  "a  gentleman,"  an- 
swered emphatically:  "I'll  mak'  him  a  baro- 
net gin  ye  like,  luckie,  but  the  de'il  himsel' 
couldna'  mak'  him  a  gentleman."  James  the 
First  was  the  first  to  create  baronets  (1611). 
He  it  was,  also,  who  said  of  the  wives  of  his 
law  lords:  "I  can  make  the  carls  lords,  but  I 
canna'  make  the  canines  ladies." 


Soon  after  George  Ade  had  put  on  his  play, 
"The  Bad  Samaritan,"  and  had  it  swept  off 
the  boards  by  the  condemnation  of  the  critics 
and  the  disapproval  of  the  theatre-going  pub- 
lic, he  hurled  himself  into  a  sleeping-car  and 
beat  it  back  to  his  home  in  Indiana.  As  he 
stepped  off  the  train  one  of  his  old  farmer 
friends  remarked:  "George,  I  hear  that  your 
play  failed  in  New  York."  "Yes,"  said  Ade 
pleasantly,  "it  failed,  and  I  guess  it  must  have 
been  pretty  bad."  "That  may  be  true,"  said 
the  farmer,  "but  what  I  don't  understand  is 
how  in  thunder  New  York  ever  found  it  out." 


The  new  vicar  was  paying  a  visit  among 
the  patients  in  the  local  hospital.  When  he 
entered  Ward  2  he  came  across  a  pale-looking 
young  man  lying  in  a  cot,  heavily  swathed  in 
bandages.  There  he  stopped,  and  after  ad- 
ministering a  few  words  of  comfort  to  the  un- 
fortunate sufferer,  he  remarked  in  cheering 
tones:  "Never  mind,  my  man!  you'll  soon 
be  all  right.  Keep  on  smiling ;  that's  the  way 
in  this  world."  "I'll  never  smile  again,"  re- 
plied the  youth  sadly.  "Rubbish  !"  ejaculated 
the  vicar.  "There  aint  no  rubbish  about  it," 
exclaimed  the  other,  heatedly.  "It's  through 
smiling  at  another  fellow's  girl  that  I'm  here 
now." 


Mrs.  Mary  Austin,  the  novelist,  was  talking 
about  the  primitive  woman.  "The  primitive 
woman,"  she  said,  "was  the  boss.  Stronger, 
not  weaker,  than  man,  the  primitive  woman 
ruled  the  roost.  In  fact,  she  governed  as  the 
trusts  govern — only  she  governed  more  wisely 
and  more  kindly.  She  wasn't  like  Gobsa  Golde, 
the  sardonic  meat  king.  'Don't  you  sympa- 
thize with  the  people  who  are  complaining 
about  the  high  cost  of  living?'  a  stranger  once 
asked  Gobsa.  T  do/  the  multimillionaire  re- 
plied sardonically.  T  sympathize  with  the 
people  you  mention  most  profoundly,  and  if 
things  go  on  as  I  expect,  in  three  or  four 
months'  time  I  hope  to  sympathize  with  them 
twice  as  much/  " 


Senator  La  Follette  was  talking  about  a 
political  boss  who  seemed,  for  all  his  boasts 
of  clean-handedness,  to  be  a  little  soiled  and 
spotted.  "He  says  he's  an  anti-corruptionist," 
remarked  Senator  La  Follette  smiling,  "but  I 
suppose  he  means  that  he's  not  a  bigoted  anti- 
corruptionist.  A  drummer  heard  an  eloquent 
temperance  lecture  one  night  in  the  town  hall 
of  Nola  Chucky,  and  an  hour  later  at  the 
Nola  Chucky  Hotel  the  drummer  saw  this 
same  identical  temperance  lecturer  drinking, 
one  after  another,  whiskys  with  beer  chasers 
at  the  bar.  'Why,  how's  this?'  the  drummer 
exclaimed.  'I  thought  you  were  a  total  ab- 
stainer?' 'So  I  am,'  the  lecturer  replied;  'so 
I   am,  my  young  friend,  but  I  aint  bigoted.'  " 


In  Dublin  a  car  driver  was  caught  by  a 
zealous  policeman  in  the  act  of  driving  furi- 
ously. The  policeman  stopped  him  and  said, 
"Ye  must  give  me  yer  name."  "But  I  won't 
give  ye  me  name,"  said  the  driver.  "Ye'll 
get  yersilf  into  trouble,"  said  the  policeman, 
"if  ye  don't  give  mc  yer  name."  "I  won't 
give  ye  me  name,"  said  the  driver.  "Phat  is 
yer  name,  now  ?"  asked  the  angry  policeman. 
"Ye'd  better  find  out,"  said  the  driver.  "Sure 
and  I  will,"  said  the  policeman.  He  went 
round  to  the  side  of  the  car  where  the  name 
ought  to  have  been  painted,  but  the  letters 
had  been  rubbed  off.  "Aha  1"  said  the  police- 
man, "now  ye'll  get  yersilf  into  worse  dis- 
grace than  ever.  Yer  name  appears  to  be 
oblithrated."  "Ye're  wrong !"  roared  the 
driver.     " 'Tis  O'Brien!" 

Rivalry  among  motor-car  manufacturers  is 
acute,  if  good-natured.  At  a  dinner  of  manu- 
facturers' representatives  one  guest  dwelt  at 
length  on  the  remarkable  popularity  of  his 
car  and  the  wonderful  organization  of  its 
selling  force.  "Why,  just  think  of  it,  gentle- 
men," said  he,  "last  month  our  sales  averaged 
a  car  every  two  minutes  of  each  working  day. 
There  was  never  anything  like  it."  When  he 
had  concluded  the  representative  of  a  rival 
factory  arose  and  remarked :  "With  the  last 
speaker's  permission,  I  would  like  to  offer 
my  compliment  on  his  statement  that  there's 
one  of  his  cars  sold  every  two  minutes." 
Permission  was  granted.     "I  understand  you 


to  say  that  you  call  that  good  salesmanship. 
Am  I  right?"  "I  certainly  do,"  affirmed  the 
previous  speaker.  "Well,  I  don't;  that's  all. 
I  call  it  mighty  poor  salesmanship — there's  no 
other  name  for  it.  The  gentleman  forgets  the 
universally  accepted  truth  that  'there's  a 
sucker  born  every  minute.'  " 


The  heroine  of  the  story  is  a  girl  in  the 
small  circus  who  did  the  four-horse  act,  the 
six-horse  act,  the  trapeze,  and  the  flying  bar, 
for  all  of  which  she  received  the  princely  re- 
muneration of  $40  a  week.  One  day  she  fell 
forty  feet  from  the  trapeze,  and,  landing  pre- 
cipitately and  ill-advisedly  on  her  left  wrist, 
broke  the  bone  near  the  elbow.  The  ring- 
master ran  up  and  sympathized  as  follows, 
with  certain  profane  remarks,  which  are  here 
excluded :  "What  in  thunder  do  you  mean 
by  falling  out  of  that  trapeze?  I'm  a  son  of 
a  gun  if  some  of  you  ginks  don't  try  to  put  a 
crimp  into  this  show  every  time  we  lift  the 
tent  1" 


It  was  the  last  night  on  board  ship  in  a 
transatlantic  trip.  A  crowd  gathered  in  the 
smokeroom.  Everybody  had  told  a  story, 
made  a  speech,  or  done  or  said  something  to 
contribute  to  the  general  gayety,  with  the  ex- 
ception of  an  elderly  man,  who  pulled  his  pipe 
in  silence.  "Well,  sir,"  said  Chauncey  Depew, 
"it's  your  turn.  Sing  a  song,  whistle  a  tune, 
dance  a  jig — do  something."  "Hum;  if  I  did 
you'd  all  be  sorry,"  he  replied.  "But  how 
would  a  conundrum  answer  ?"  "Just  the 
thing."  "Well,"  said  he,  a  twinkle  in  his  eye, 
"why,  why  is  a  turkey  at  Thanksgiving  like 
Senator  Depew  ?"  Everybody  gave  it  up. 
"Because  he  is  stuffed  with  chestnuts,"  said 
he. 


Mr.  William  T.  Evans  of  Cincinnati  is  what 
might  be  termed  exhaustive  in  his  oratory- 
If  he  undertook  to  tell  of  an  adventure  with 
a  taxicab  chauffeur  he  would  begin  with 
Adam  and  finally  reach  the  street  crossing 
where  Yellow  Taxi  No.  41,144  hit  him.  Mr. 
Evans  was  one  of  the  principal  speakers  on 
the  programme  of  the  Woman's  Press  Club 
at  the  Waldorf  one  afternoon.  One  of  the 
other  gentlemen  on  the  programme  was  Mr. 
William  A.  Chase,  the  dean  of  American 
painters.  Mr.  Chase  occupied  a  seat  upon  the 
platform  somewhat  to  Mr.  Evans's  left.  "And 
so,"  said  Mr.  Evans,  "I  believe  that  my  con- 
clusions are  justified.  I  am  sure  that  our 
dear  friend,  Mr.  Chase,  will  support  me  in 
this.  Is  not  that  so,  Mr.  Chase?"  Mr.  Evans 
turned  to  gaze  benignantly  upon  Mr.  Chase. 
The  feminine  audience  rustled  expectantly, 
and  craned  its  several  rounded  necks  to  be- 
hold Mr.  Chase.  Mr.  Chase,  head  slightly 
upon  one  side  and  eyes  closed,  slept  sweetly 
on.  "Ah — pooo,"  Mr.  Chase  breathed  softly 
through  his  parted  lips. 

-«*»• 

THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


Requiescat. 
"Johnny,    in    his    restless    roving, 

Found  a  pot  of  liquid  glue; 
John,   the  maple  syrup   loving, 

Thought  the  glue  was  syrup,  too. 
J.  no  longer  now  is  roving — 

He  is  stuck  upon  the  glue.       ■ — Life. 


In  New  York. 
Hank    E.    Noodle    came    to    town 

With    whiskers    odd    and    funny. 
A    hold-up    man    he    knocked    him    down 

And  ran  off  with  his  money. 

He  called    a    cop    and    bade   him   stop 

The  reckless  spoliator. 
"Oh,  there's  no  hurry,"  said  the  cop, 

"I'll  get  my  divvy  later." 

"But    what    MI    I,    Hank   Noodle,    do? 

And  what  '11  I  tell  Mandy?" 
"Tell  her  to  come  to  the  city,   too; 

Her  money    '11    come  in   handy!" 

— Walter  G.  Doty,  in  Puck. 


The  New  Arrival. 
They  nuwer  wuz  a   baby   ist 

Es    smart    es    ours — naw,    sir! 
An*  my  paw — yes,  an'  my  maw,  thinks 

A    noful   lot  uv  her. 

Sumbuddy  foun'   her,   my  paw  sed, 

In    a   ole   holler  tree; 
An'  they  ist  tho't  they'd  bring  her  home, 

Es  companee   fer  me. 

Her  teeth   is  all  wored  off — they  are — 

A-chcwin*  bark,  paw  sed; 
An'    they    aint    hardly    enny   hair 

A-tall   upon  her  hed. 

She  likes  t'    squall    most   enny  time, 

But    when    it's    nite    th'    best; 
Coz  then   nobuddy  in  th'  house 

Kin  git  a  bit  uv  rest, 

Unless  she   is    a  better   gurl — 

Nen  you  ist  bet  she  '11  see — 
Coz  she   '11   ist  git  put  back  into 

Annuther    holler    tree. 

— New   Orleans  Picayune. 


They    speak    of    beer    as    "liquid    bread," 

And   we   may   say    for   fun, 
With    "dough"    you    can    procure    enough 

To   make   a   good-sized    "bun." 

— Boston  Transcript. 


"Whose      cigars      does 
"Anybody's." — Puck. 


Carver      smoke  ?" 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Francitco 

Paid-Up  Capital $  4,000,000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Promts 1,700,000 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

Officers: 

Herbert  Fleishh acker President 

Sic  Gbeenebacm Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  D'.i>.;f. Yii'^-Prv^iiMit 

Jos.  Friedlander Vice-Pr-^idont 

C.  F.  Hpnt Vice-President 

E.  Altschui, Cushier 

C.R.  Parker,  Assistant  Cashier    Wm.  II.  High.  Assistant  Cashier 

H.Chovnski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.Bi-RiJiCK.AssistantCushier 

A.  L.  Langerman.  Secretary 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Sti. 

Capital,  Surplm  and  Undivided  Profih . .  .$1  1.070,803.23 

Depow'ta 30, 1 04,366.00 

Total  Resourcej 49.4 1 5 ,266. 1 1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr.  ..  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.    Wilson Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst,  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.  Price Asst  Cashier 

directors  : 

isaias  w.  hellman  hartland  law 

joseph  sloss  henrv  rosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.  flood 

f.  w.  van  sicklen  j.  henrv  meyer 

wh,  f.  herrin  a.  h.  payson 

john  c  kirkpatrick  chas.  j.  deering 

i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james  k.   wilson 

a.  christeson  f.  l.  lipman 

WM.    HAAS 

Customers  of  this  Bank  are  offered  every  facility  consistent 
with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
SAFE  DEPOSIT  VAULTS 


BONDS 


Established  1858 


SUTRO   &  CO. 

INVESTMENT 

BROKERS 

412  Montgomery  St.        San  Francisco 


Members 
Stock  and  Bond  Exchange 


CIRCULAR 
ON   REQUEST 


J.    C.  WILSON    &    CO. 

MEMBERS 

New  York  Stock  Exchange 

New  York  Cotton  Exchange 

Chicago  Board  of  Trade 

The  Stock  and  Bond  Exchange,  San  Francitco 

MAIN  OFFICE:   MILLS  BUILDING,  San   Francisco,  Cal. 

BRANCH   OFFICES  : 

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PORTLAND.  ORE.      SEATTLE.  WASH.      VANCOUVER,  B.  C. 


HAMMOND 

LUMBER  COMPANY 

260  CALIFORNIA  ST. 
REDWOOD,  DOUGLAS  FIR 

AND    PILING 


The  German  Savings  and  Loan  Society 

(.The  German  Bank! 
Savings  Incorporated  1868       Commercial 

526    California   St.,   San   Francisco,    Cal. 

Member  of  the  Assorialed  Savings  Banks  of  San  Francisco 
The  following  branches  for  receipt  and  pay- 
ment of  deposits  only: 

Mission  Branch,  2572  Mission  St.,  between  21st  and  22d 

Richmond  District  Branch,  601  Clement  St.,  cor.  7th  Ave. 

Haight  Street  Branch,  1456  Haight  St.,  near  Masonic  Ave. 

JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.      1,000,000.00 
Reserve   and   Contingent   Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees'    Pension   Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 


Office  Hours:  10  o'clock  a.  m.  to  3  o'clock 
p.  m.,  except  Saturdays  to  12  o'clock  M.  and 
Saturday  evenings  from  6:30  o'clock  p.  m.  to 
8  o'clock  p.  m.  for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


P.  A.  Landry    J.  H.  McGregor    J.  F.  Templeton 
T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

CIVIL  ENGINEERS 

British  Columbia  Land  Surveyors 

Land  Agents        Timber  Cruisers 

CHANCERY  CHAMBERS.  Lasoley  Street 

VICTORIA,  B.  C. 

P.  O.  Box  152       Phone  6M 

MCGREGOR  BUILDING,  Thtkd  Stheet 

SOUTH  FORT  GEORGE,  B.  C. 


CONNECTICUT  FIRE  INSURANCE  COMPANY 

Established  1S50  OF  HARTFORD 

SIXTY-SECOND  ANNUAL  STATEMENT 

Capital 11.000.000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 8,117.286 

Total  Assets 7,517,091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building      -      San  Francisco 


WESTERN  ASSURANCE  COMPANY 

TORONTO 

United    States   Assets $2,404,810.30 

Surplus     1,027,308.85 

PACIFIC    COAST    DEPARTMENT 

129   LEIDESDORFF  STREET 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

W.  L.  W.  MILLER,  Manager 


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Crocker  Bldg.  San  Francisco 

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PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle   of   the   social   happenings    dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of    San    Francisco    will   be    found   in 
the  following  department : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  S.  Stanton  have  an- 
nounced the  engagement  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Marjorie  Ward  Stanton,  to  Mr.  Arnold  Randolph 
Weber,  of  Berkeley. 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Ellen  O'Sullivan  and  Mr.  Edward  Louis  Lawren- 
son  of  London.  Miss  O'Sullivan  is  a  sister  of 
Mrs.  Oscar  Sutro  of  Piedmont,  Mrs.  Patrick 
Coland  of  Los  Angeles,  Mr.  John  Beare  O'Sulli- 
van of  Reno,  and  the  late  Mr.  Dennis  O'Sulli- 
van. The  wedding  will  take  place  shortly  at  the 
home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sutro,  where  Miss  O'Sul- 
livan has  been  visiting  since  her  return  from 
Europe.  Mr.  Lawrenson  arrived  a  few  days  ago 
from    London. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Duncombe  Moore  of 
Piedmont  have  announced  the  engagement  of 
their  daughter,  Miss  Ethel  Mary  Moore,  tj  Mr. 
Clarence  Porter  Woodbury,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles   J.    Woodbury    of    Oakland. 

Mrs.  Charles  Mcintosh  Keeney  has  issued  invi- 
tations to  the  wedding  of  her  daughter,  Miss 
Innes  Keeney,  and  Mr.  Willard  Cranston  Cham- 
berlin,  at  Trinity  Church,  Wednesday  evening, 
November  6,  at  nine  o'clock.  Miss  Harriett  Alex- 
ander will  be  Miss  Keeney 's  maid  of  honor,  and 
the  chosen  bridesmaids  are  the  Misses  Ethel  Mc- 
Allister, Gertrude  Thomas,  Ysabel  Chase,  Augusta 
Foute,  Fredericka  Otis,  and  Helen  Dean.  Mr. 
Morgan  Chamberlin  will  come  from  Boston  to  be 
his  brother's  best  man,  and  the  ushers  will  he 
the  Messrs.  Melville  Bowman,  Charles  Chapman, 
Charles  Keeney,  Allan  Taylor,  Maurice  Sullivan, 
and  John  Young. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  Friday  even- 
ing at  a  dinner  complimentary  to  Major-General 
Leonard  Wood,  U.  S.  A.,  chief  of  staff. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  tea  Tuesday,  when  Mrs.  Richard 
Sprague  was  the  guest  of  honor. 

Mrs.  Darling  will  give  a  fancy  dress  Hallowe'en 
party  in  honor  of  Miss  Elizabeth  Brice  and  Miss 
Cora   Smith. 

Mrs.  James  Black  gave  a  bridge-tea  Friday  at 
her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  William  Mayo  Newhall  was  a  luncheon 
hostess  during  the  week. 

Miss  Harriett  Alexander  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Monday  afternoon,  in  honor  of  Miss  Innes 
Keeney. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Otis  entertained  a  number 
of  young  people  at  a  dinner  Tuesday  evening, 
when  Miss  Keeney  was  the  Tomplimented  guest. 

Miss  Gertrude  Thomas  gave  a  luncheon  Wednes- 
day at  the  Francisca  Club  and  a  matinee  party 
for    Miss    Keeney. 

Mr.  Melville  Bowman  was  host  Friday  evening 
at  a  dinner  complimentary  to  Miss  Keeney  and 
Mr.    Chamberlin. 

Miss  Helen  Wheeler  gave  a  luncheon  recently  in 
honor  of  Mrs.  Francis  H.  Davis  (formerly  Mrs. 
Julia    Bolado    Ashe). 

Miss  Madge  Wilson  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  tea  Jn  honor  of  Miss  Constance  Met- 
calfe. 

Mrs.  I.  Lowenberg  entertained  at  luncheon  last 
Tuesday  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  in  honor  of  Miss 
Anna   Klumpke. 

Mrs.  James  Ellis  Tucker  was  hostess  at  a  re- 
ception at  the  Town  and  Country  Club  Thursday 
evening,  when  Mrs.  Marshall  was  the  guest  of 
honor. 

Mrs.  John  T.  Scott,  who  has  moved  recently 
from  Burlingame,  will  give  a  reception  Thursday, 
October  31,  at  her  new  home  in  Piedmont. 

Miss  Grace  Towne  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
luncheon  Friday,  October  25,  in  honor  of  Miss 
Kate  Peterson,  who  has  recently  announced  her 
engagement  to  Mr.  Ward  Mailliard. 

Miss  Peterson  and  Miss  Mildred  Baldwin  will 
be  the  complimented  guests  Tuesday,  October  29, 
v,  lien  Miss  Metha  McMahon  will  be  hostess  at  a 
bridge-tea. 

Miss  Dorothy  Allen  gave  a  luncheon  last  week 
in    Ross,    in   honor  of   Miss   Marianne    Matbieu. 

Mrs.  Watson  Dana  Fennimore  will  be  hostess 
Wednesday  at  a  bridge-tea,  complimentary  to  her 
daughter-in-law,   Mrs.  Arthur  Fennimore. 

Mrs.  W.  D.  O'Kane  will  entertain  at  a  tea  Oc- 
tober 31,  in  honor  of  Miss  Arabella  Morrow. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  have  issued  invi- 
tations to  a  dinner  Monday  evening,  November  4, 
at  the  Palace  Hotel,  in  honor  of  Lieutenant-Com- 
mander David  F.  Sellars,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Sellars. 

Mrs.  J.  W.  Wright  will  give  a  reception  Thurs- 
day afternoon,  November  7,  when  she  will  for- 
mally introduce  her  daughter,  Miss  Helen  Wright, 
to  society. 

Mr.  Charles  de  Young  entertained  Miss  Barry- 
more  at  a  supper  Thursday  evening  at  the  home 
of  his  parents,    Mr.   and    Mrs.    M.  H.  de  Young. 

Mrs.  Sidney  Ashe  gave  a  reading  of  "King 
Robert  of  Sicily"  Tuesday  afternoon  at  the  Hotel 
Bellevue   for  the  members  of  the   Spinners'   Club. 


Mr.  Lewis  Coleman  Hall  of  New  York  accompa- 
nied   Mrs.   Ashe  on   the  piano. 

Hofrat  Dr.  Carl  von  Noorden,  professor  of  the 
Imperial  University  of  Vienna,  and  Mrs.  von 
Noorden  were  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner  given 
recently  by   Mr.   and   Mrs.   Herman  Heyneman. 

Dr.  Herbert  C.  Moffatt  was  host  at  a  dinner  at 
the  Pacific  Union  Club  in  honor  of  Dr.  von  Noor- 
den, who  was  also  the  complimented  guest  at  a 
dinner  given  by  Dr.  Morris  M.  Herzstein. 

Dr.  Henry  Kugeler  and  Mrs.  Kugeler  enter- 
tained a  number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  in  honor 
of  Colonel  Cornelius  Gardener,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Gardener. 

Mrs.  John  C.  Waterman  entertained  the  Army 
Ladies'   Bridge  Club  at  her   home  at  the  Presidio. 

Mrs.  Milo  M.  Potter  gave  a  luncheon  recently  in 
Santa  Barbara,  complimentary  to  Mrs.  William 
G.   Henshaw  of  Oakland. 


Movements  anO  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and   from   this   city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Josselyn  and  Miss  Mar- 
jorie Josselyn  moved  Tuesday  from  the  Hotel  St. 
Francis  to  Broadway  near  Scott  Street,  where  they 
have  rented  the  residence  of  Mrs.  James  Cunning- 
ham. They  will  be  joined  the  first  of  November 
by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gerald  Rathbone,  whose  home 
in  Burlingame  will  be  occupied  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Richard  Girvin  and  Miss  Lee  Girvin. 

Mrs.  Raymond  Brown  of  Columbus,  Ohio,  and 
her  daughter,  Miss  Helen  Brown,  arrived  last  week 
from  Honolulu  on  the  Sherman  and  spent  several 
days  in  this  city  en  route  to  their  home  in  the 
East,  where  Miss  Brown  will  soon  be  married  to 
Mr.  Stephen  Hanna. 

Mr.  R.  P.  Schwerin  returned  Monday  from  an 
extended  visit  in  New  York  and  Washington. 
Mrs.  Schwerin  is  the  guest  of  Rear-Admiral  Philip 
Andrews,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Andrews  in  Wash- 
ington,   D.    C. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Martin  will  close  their 
home  in  Ross  next  week  and  will  spend  the  win- 
ter in  town.  They  have  rented  a  house  on  Pacific 
Avenue  and  Baker  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  will  leave  shortly 
for  the  East  to  spend  a  few  weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Page  and  their  daughter, 
Miss  Dorothy  Page,  will  come  to  town  from  Belve- 
dere to  spend  the  season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Paul  Foster  (formerly  Miss  Mar- 
garet Calhoun)  and  their  little  daughter  have  ar- 
rived from  Cleveland,  Ohio,  and  are  visiting  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  A.  W.  Foster  in  San  Rafael.  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Foster  have  resided  in  Cleveland  since  their 
marriage  a  year  and  a  half  ago,  and  will  make 
their  future  home  in  Marin  County. 

Miss  Katherine  McAdam  has  gone  to  Fresno  to 
visit  Mr.    and   Mrs.    Thomas   Minturn,  Jr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Selah  Chamberlain  have  given  up 
the  Worthington  Ames  house  in  Woodside  and 
will  soon  open  their  town  house  for  the  winter. 

Miss  Edith  Cutter  has  gone  to  New  York  to 
spend   several  months   with    friends. 

Dr.  Ernest  Dwight  Chipman  and  Mrs.  Chipman 
have  rented  the  home  on  Sterner  Street  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Lloyd  Baldwin,  who  will  spend  the  win- 
ter with  Mr.  Baldwin's  mother,  Mrs.  Lloyd  Bald- 
win, Sr. 

Miss  Edith  Cbesebrough  is  visiting  the  Misses 
Harriet  and  Janetta  Alexander  at  their  home  in 
New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mountford  S.  Wilson  of  Bur- 
lingame will  come  to  town  after  the  holidays  for 
a  few  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Hayes  Smith  will  return 
from  New  York  the  first  week  in  November. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pierre  Moore  have  returned  from 
Belvedere  and  are  established  for  the  winter  on 
Franklin    Street. 

Mrs.  J.  D.  Peters  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Anne 
Peters,  arrived  last  week  from  their  home  in 
Stockton  and  spent  a  few  days  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  J.  A.  Driscoll  and  Miss  Mary  Verdon  have 
returned  from  San  Mateo,  where  they  have  been 
visiting  Mr.   and    Mrs.   Thomas  A.    Driscoll. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  de  Laveaga  and  their 
three  children  have  returned  from  their  ranch  in 
Contra  Costa  County  and  are  settled  for  the  win- 
ter in  their  town  house. 

Miss  Edith  Bull  will  spend  the  winter  with  her 
brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Covington 
Pringle,  who  have  taken  a  house  in  town, 

Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  has  returned  to  Bur- 
lingame after  a  few  weeks'  visit  in  the  East,  where 
she  placed  her  daughter,  Miss  Helen  Crocker,  in 
school. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Thomas  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Gertrude  Thomas,  will  close  their  home 
in  Ross  next  week  and  will  spend  the  winter  at 
the  Fairmont  Hotel, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence  Fuller  will  leave  in  De- 
cember for  Philadelphia,  where  they  will  visit  Mrs. 
Fuller's  mother,    Mrs.    La  Tourette. 

Miss  Helen  Bowie  has  recently  been  the  guest 
of  Miss  Violet  Buckley  at  her  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Miss  Ethel  Shorb  and  Miss  Anna  Wilson  have 
arrived  in   New   York  from   Europe. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    George    Cameron    have   taken    an 


Just  the  Difference 


our  stores   together,  the 
using    Maillard's  wonderful 


Taking   all 
cost    of 

chocolate  in  our  candies  is  thousands 
of  dollars  more  than  if  we  used  the 
best  chocolate  in  use  by  our  com- 
petitors. 

Yet  we  give  our  customers  this  extra 
quality  at  the  same  price  which  other 
candy  shops  ask  for  ordinary  quality 
candies.  Next  time  try  OUR  goods 
and  note  the  difference. 


PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue  for  the  season.  They 
are  at  present  the  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H. 
de  Young. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lewis  E.  Hanchett  have  returned 
from  a  month's  visit  in  New  York. 

Mr.  James  Athearn  Folger  is  rapidly  recovering 
from  his  recent  serious  illness.  He  was  moved 
last  week  from  St.  Mary's  Hospital  to  bis  country 
home  in  Woodside. 

Mr.  Clement  Edwards,  United  States  consul  at 
Acapulco,  has  returned  home  to  spend  a  few  weeks 
with  his  family. 

Mr.  Julius  Kruttschnitt  of  New  York  has  come 
to  this  city  for  a  brief  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leslie  Symmes  will  spend  the 
winter  in  Berkeley,  where  they  have  recently 
rented  a  house.  Since  their  marriage  they  have 
been  visiting  Mrs.  Symmes 's  parents,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  A.   M.    Whittle,    in  Mill  Valley. 

Mrs.  William  Delaware  Nielson  and  her  son, 
Mr.  Felton  Etkins,  have  taken  an  apartment  on 
Gough    and    Clay    Streets. 

Mrs.  James  Cunningham  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Sara  and  Elizabeth  Cunningham,  left  Sat- 
urday for  their  home  in  New  York.  They  will 
return   here   in   February  to    remain   indefinitely. 

Mr.  Gordon  Tevis'  has  recovered  from  his  re- 
cent illness  at  the  Adler  Sanatorium  and  has  re- 
turned to  his  home  on  Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  M.  Schlacks  have  re- 
turned from  a  three  months'  visit  in  Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  I.  W.  Hellman,  Jr.,  left  a  few 
days  ago  for  Virginia  Hot  Springs  and  will  motor 
through  New  England  before  returning  home. 

Mrs.  Frank  Denny  has  returned  to  the  Fair- 
mont Hotel  after  having  spent  the  summer  in 
Applegate.  Miss  Esther  Denny  is  expected  home 
next    week. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson  spent  the  week-end  with 
friends    in    Burlingame. 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  and  Mr.  Willard  Chamber- 
lin were  the  guests  over  Sunday  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Frederick   S.    Sharon. 

Mrs.  J.  R.  Laine  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Otilla 
Laine,  will  return  next  week  from  Europe  after 
an  absence  of  eight  months. 

Mrs.  Richard  Hammond  and  her  brother,  Mr. 
James  Potter  Langhorne,  have  gone  East  for  an 
extended  visit.  Mrs.  Hammond  will  visit  Lieu- 
tenant James  Parker,  Jr.,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Parker  (formerly  Miss  Julia  Langhorne)  at  their 
home  in  Norfolk,   Virginia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Starr  Keeler  have  closed  their 
home  in  San  Rafael  and  have  come  to  town  for 
the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Hastings  have  returned 
from  England  after  a  visit  of  several  months  with 
relatives. 

Dr.  William  A.  Bryant  and  Mrs.  Bryant  have 
returned  from  Mill  Valley,  where  they  have  been 
spending  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  P.  Deering  have  gone  East 
to   spend  several  weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ansel  M.  Easton  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Jane  Easton,  have  gone  to  Europe  to 
spend  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  will 
leave  next  month  for  New  York,  where  they  will 
join  Mrs.  Crocker's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam G.  Irwin.  During  their  absence  they  will 
visit  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  D.  Whitman  (for- 
merly Miss  Jennie  Crocker)  at  their  new  home  on 
Fifth  Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  E.  Green  of  San  Mateo 
will  spend  the  winter  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis. 

Mrs.  Edgar  F.  Preston  has  returned  from  a 
tour  of  the  world  and  is  visiting  her  son-in-law 
and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  Drown. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Preston,  who  accompanied 
Mrs.  Preston  on  her  trip,  will  remain  in  Europe 
during  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Goodfellow  are  established 
on   their    ranch    near    Fresno. 

Mrs.  Ainsworth,  wife  of  Major-General  F.  C. 
Ainsworth,  U.  S.  A.  (retired),  is  visiting  her  son, 
Captain  Arthur  Cranston,  U.  S.  A.,  at  the  Hotel 
Richelieu. 

Lieutenant  McCord,  U.  S.  A.,  has  returned  from 
the  Yosemite  and  will  in  a  few  weeks  join  his 
regiment  at  the  Presidio. 

Admiral  Louis  Kempff,  U.  S.  N.  (retired),  and 
his  daughter,  Miss  Cornelia  Kempff,  have  recently 
been  the  guests  of  Lieutenant-Commander  Clar- 
ence Kempff,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Kempff  at  Mare 
Island. 

Lieutenant  Irving  Mayfield,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Mayfield  (formerly  Miss  Juliet  Borden)  have  gone 
to  San  Diego,  where  Lieutenant  Mayfield  is  at- 
tached to  the  torpedo   flotilla. 


Popular  Concert  by  the  San  Francisco  Orchestra. 

The  San  Francisco  Orchestra  commenced 
its  second  season  of  symphony  and  popular- 
priced  concerts  at  the  Cort  Theatre,  on  Fri- 
day afternoon,  October  25.  An  audience 
which  represented  the  wealth  and  culture  of 
San  Francisco  assembled  and  attested  its  ap- 
preciation of  Conductor  Hadley  and  his  men. 

The  board  of  governors  have  all  along  con- 
tended that  it  was  their  intention  to  devote 
much  time  and  money  in  an  endeavor  to 
create  an  interest  in  good  music  in  San 
Francisco.  The  sale  of  seats  for  the  series 
of  symphony  concerts  being  so  large  as  to 
leave  no  doubt  of  the  success  of  the  ten 
symphony  concerts,  the  music  committee  at 
a  most  enthusiastic  meeting  held  Tuesday 
afternoon,  October  22,  in  the  offices  of  Man- 
ager Frank  W.  Healy,  decided  to  make  some 
changes  in  the  programme  announced  for  the 
first  popular  concert,  and  as  a  consequence 
those  who  attend  the  popular-priced  concert 
of  Sunday  afternoon,  October  27,  will  hear 
the  San  Francisco  Orchestra  in  a  most  ex- 
cellent and  worthy  offering.  Mr.  Hadley  has 
agreed  to  give  the  two  most  beautiful  move- 
ments of  the  "New  World  Symphony."  The 
second  movement.  Largo,  and  the  fourth,  a 
fiery  allegro,  are  the  parts  chosen  for  inter- 
pretation, as  they  display  some  of  the  most 
beautiful  inspirations  of  the  composer.  The 
whole  symphony  proves  Dvorak  a  master  of 
thematic  elaboration,  full  of  innate  humor 
and    naivete. 

The  revised  programme  stands  as  follows: 


FIRST   POPULAR   CONCERT,   SUNDAY   AFTERNOON,   OCT.   27 

"March  of  Homage,"  Grieg;  overture,  "Flying 
Dutchman,"  Wagner;  aria,  "Depuis  le  jour"  from 
"Louise,"  Charpenticr,  Beatrice .  Fine;  Symphony 
No.  5,  in  E  minor  ("From  the  New  World") — II. 
Largo— IV.  Allegro  con  fuoco — Dvorak;  "Storielle 
del  Bosco,"  Viennese  (waltz),  Stranss-La  Forge, 
Beatrice  Fine;  violin  solo,  Meditation  from 
"Thais,"  Massenet,  Adolph  Rosenbecker;  "Marche 
Slav,"  Tschaikowsky. 

Seats  are  on  sale  at  the  box-offices  o£  the 
Cort  Theatre  and  the  music  stores. 


BLACK 

AND 

WHITE 

Scotch    Whiskey 


Highest  Standard 

of 

Quality 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 

214  Front  Street     -     San  Francisco 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Car,  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


Hotel  St.  Francis 


Tea   served   in 

Tapestry  Room 

from 

four  to  six  o  clock 

Special  Music 
Fixed    Price 

A  Daily  Social  Event 


The  climate  of  Coronado  is  ideal  for 
outdoor  sports  and  recreation  at  all 
times  of  the  year.  The  hotel  is  noted 
lor  its  unequalled  Cuisine.  Every  cour- 
tesy and  attention  accorded  guests. 
American  Plan ; 
$1.00  per  day  and  upwards. 

JOHN  J.  HERNAN,  Manaser,  Coronado,  Cal. 

H.  F.  Norcrow.  Act..  334  So.  Spring  St. 
Lot  Angeles,  Cal. 


1912 


THE    ARGONAUT 


271 


THE  MUSICAL  SEASON. 


Gadski  — the  Big  Musical  Attraction  this  Sunday. 

Mme.  Johanna  Gadski,  the  greatest  living 
dramatic  soprano  and  interpreter  of  the  Wag- 
ner works,  will  give  her  one  and  only  concert 
at  the  Columbia  Theatre  this  Sunday  after- 
noon, October  27,  at  2:30,  but  the  single  pro- 
gramme will  contain  riches  enough  to  fill  two 
or  three  offerings  by  the  ordinary  artist. 

Mine.  Gadski  is  now  at  the  very  zenith  of 
her  powers,  and  those  fortunate  enough  to 
secure  seats  for  this  event  will  enjoy  one  of 
the  greatest  feasts  of  song  ever  offered  in 
this  or  any  other  city.  Assisted  by  the  emi- 
nent pianist-composer,  Mr.  Edwin  Schneider, 
the  diva  will  sing  four  great  operatic  scenes, 
as  follows:  "Ritorna  Vincitor"  from  "Aida"  ; 
Suicide  scene  from  "La  Gioconda" ;  "Isolde's 
Narrative  to  Brangane,"  and  the  "Liebestod" 
(Love-Death)  from  Wagner's  "Tristan  und 
Isolde,"  besides  a  score  of  songs  by  Schu- 
bert, Franz,  Brahms,  Schneider,  Speak,  Mac- 
Dowell,   Richard   Strauss  and  others. 

Seats  are  now  on  sale  at  the  music  store 
box-offices  and  on  Sunday  the  box-office  will 
be  open  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  after  ten 
a.  m. 


A  Cantata  by  the  Choral  Society. 

The  San  Francisco  Choral  Society,  under 
the  direction  of  Paul  Steindorff  and  with  the 
support  of  a  large  orchestra  and  excellent 
soloists,  is  to  present  Sir  Arthur  Sullivan's 
cantata,  "The  Golden  Legend,"  on  the  even- 
ing of  November  1,  1912,  at  Scottish  Rite 
Auditorium,  Van  Ness  Avenue  and  Sutter 
Street. 

This  is  a  musical  masterpiece,  which  has 
seldom  been  heard  in  San  Francisco.  It 
abounds  in  melody.  It  is  as  delightful  to  the 
ear  as  a  light  opera,  although  throughout  it 
has  impressive  religious  effects.  The  Choral 
Society,  the  largest  organization  of  its  kind 
here,  has  been  rehearsing  for  this  production 
for  months.  Only  one  presentation  is  to  be 
given,  and  it  will  in  all  probability  be  a  long 
time  before  the  music-loving  public  of  San 
Francisco  will  have  another  opportunity  of 
hearing  "The   Golden   Legend." 

A  large  orchestra  is  required  for  this  can- 
tata and  has  been  engaged.  The  solo  parts 
are  assigned  to  the  following  well-known 
singers :  Miss  Ella  R.  Atkinson,  soprano ; 
Mrs.  Carrol  Nicholson,  contralto ;  H.  J.  Wil- 
liams, tenor;  Lowell  M.  Redfield,  bass. 

Tickets  may  be  obtained  at  the  music 
stores  and  from  the  members.     Admission,  $1. 


The  Beel  Quartet. 

The  first  of  the  series  of  six  concerts  by  the 
Beel  Quartet  will  be  given  in  the  St.  Francis 
Hotel  ballroom  on  Sunday  afternoon,  Novem- 
ber 3,  when  the  splendid  organization  will 
have  the  assistance  of  Mrs.  Alice  Bacon 
Washington,  a  pianiste  whose  talents  have 
been  heard  too  little  in  public  during  the  past 
few  years.  The  Beel  Quartet  is  now  estab- 
lished as  one  of  the  important  factors  in  our 
musical  life  and  its  work  will  stand  compari- 
son with  any  organization  of  the  kind  in 'this 
country. 

The  programme  for  the  first  concert  is  as 
follows:  Quartet  in  F,  Op.  45,  Schumann; 
Sonata  for  violin  and  piano,  Brahms;  Quar- 
tet in  D  flat,   Dohnanyi. 

This  last  number  has  only  been  heard  once 
in  this  city  and  that  was  on  the  occasion  of 
the  first  visit  of  the  Flonzaley   Quartet. 

Season  tickets  and  single  tickets  for  the 
Beel  Quartet  series  are  now  on  sale  at  the 
music   store   box-offices. 

In  Berkeley  the  Beel  Quartet  will  give  its 
second  concert  next  Thursday  night,  October 
31,  at  the  Berkeley  Piano   Club. 


Yolando  Mero — the  Hungarian  Pianiste. 

The  first  piano  recitals  of  the  Greenbaum 
season  will  be  given  by  Mme.  Yolanda  Mero, 
a  Hungarian  artiste  who  graduated  from  the 
Conservatory  of  Buda  Pesth,  and  who  created 
a  deep  impression  when  she  made  her  first 
American  tour  just  two  years  ago. 

This  will  be  Mme.  Mero's  first  visit  to  the 
West.  She  is  said  to  play  with  all  the  bril- 
liant dash  and  vigor  of  the  Magyars  and  also 
with  the  romantic  touch  of  those  people,  and 
the  Liszt  Hungarian  Rhapsodies  are  said  to 
take  on  a  new  beauty  with  her  interpreta- 
tion. 

The  Mero  concerts  will  be  given  at  Scottish 
Rite  Auditorium  on  Sunday  afternoon,  No- 
vember 10 ;  Thursday  night,  November  14 ; 
and  Saturday  afternoon,  November  16.  Man- 
ager Greenbaum  promises  programmes  of 
rare  interest  with  many  novelties  in  them. 
Popular  prices  will  prevail. 


The  Alice  Nielsen  Company. 
Manager  Greenbaum  promises  a  novelty  in 
the  way  of  operatic  concerts  by  Alice  Niel- 
sen, now  one  of  the  stars  of  the  Metropolitan 
Opera  Company,  assisted  by  six  of  the  leading 
members  of  the  Boston  Opera  Company.  The 
programmes  will  be  similar  to  the  popular 
Sunday  night  concerts  at  the  Metropolitan 
Opera  House,  and  will  be  quite  a  change 
from  the  usual  concert  offerings.  The  assist- 
ing artists  will  be  Mile.  Jeska  Swartz,  con- 
tralto ;  Signor  Ramella,  tenor ;  Signor  For- 
nr-tii,     baritone ;     Signor     Mardones,     basso ; 


Signor    Tavecchia,    buffo-basso ;    and    Signor 
Fabio    Rimini,   director. 

At  the  conclusion  of  the  concert  portion 
of  the  programme  at  the  opening  concert  a 
fifty-minute  version  of  Rossini's  "The  Barber 
of  Seville"  will  be  given  in  costume,  and  on 
two  occasions  the  complete  opera  in  one  act, 
"The  Secret  of  Suzanne,"  by  Wolf  Ferrari, 
will  be  given  with  the  original  orchestration 
and  version,  Miss  Nielsen  possessing  the  sole 
right  to  give  it  in  this  city  in  the  original 
form. 

■«•>■     ■ —    — 

Puccini's  opera  "Madama  Butterfly"  might 
have  never  become  as  popular  as  it  is  now 
if  the  librettist  had  not  Americanized  the 
Japanese  plot.  What  he  did  with  it  was 
made  clear  by  Pierre  Loti  in  these  words : 
"If  you  compare  the  ending  of  my  story  of 
Japan,  'Madame  Chrysantheme,'  with  that  of 
'Madama  Butterfly,'  which  the  author,  Mr. 
Long,  borrowed  from  my  tale,  you  will  find 
mine  the  truer  to  the  customs  of  the  country. 
When  I  wrote  the  story,  twenty-five  years 
ago,  it  was  the  custom  for  quite  every  for- 
eign officer  who  chanced  to  sojourn  in  Japan 
to  take  a  wife  for  the  time  of  his  stay,  with 
whom  he  lived  in  a  little  Japanese  house  as 
a  civilian.  The  modern  Japanese  do  not  per- 
mit this  practice.  In  'Madame  Chrysantheme/' 
when  my  officer  is  obliged  to  leave  his  tem- 
porary wife,  he  is  forgotten.  He  passes  out 
of  the  life  of  the  girl,  as  he  passes  out  of 
sight  of  Japan.  She  is  interested  only  in  the 
money  that  he  has  left  her.  Mr.  Long  saw 
fit  to  reverse  the  situation.  It  is  the  girl  who 
is  forgotten,  and  who  takes  her  own  life 
through  sorrowing.  Perhaps  his  ending  is 
the  more  theatrical,  and,  therefore,  the  better 
adapted  to  the  needs  of  an  emotional  public 
and  a  rapacious  box-office,  but  it  is  Occi- 
dental, not  Oriental ;  it  is  not  the  situation 
characteristic  of  the  country.  It  is  not  true 
to  life." 


Royal  authors  sometimes  need  a  deal  of 
editing.  A  glaring  instance  is  Frederick  the 
Great,  whose  spelling  and  punctuation  as- 
tounded Carlyle.  "Asteure"  for  "a  cette 
heure"  was  a  specimen  of  the  former;  "and 
as  for  punctuation,  he  never  could  understand 
the  mystery  of  it ;  he  merely  scatters  a  few 
commas  and  dashes,  as  if  they  were  shaken 
out  of  a  pepper-box,  upon  his  page,  and  so 
leaves  it."  How,  asks  Carlyle,  can  such 
slovenliness  be  explained  in  a  king  who 
"would  have  ordered  arrest  for  the  smallest 
speck  of  mud  on  a  man's  buff-belt,  indignant 
that  any  pipe-clayed  portion  of  a  man  should 
not  be  perfectly  pipe-clayed"  ?  He  can  only 
conclude  that  Frederick  really  cared  little 
about  literature  after  all.  Also,  "he  never 
minded  snuff  upon  his  own  chin,  not  even 
upon  his  waistcoat  and  breeches."  "I  am  a 
king  and  above  grammar,"  said  another 
monarch. 


Muskegon,  Michigan,  a  town  of  25,000 
people,  has  a  public  art  gallery,  dedicated  a 
few  weeks  ago.  The  building,  a  beautiful 
structure  of  gray  brick  and  gray  stone,  is  the 
gift  of  the  late  Charles  H.  Hackley,  and  is  a 
memorial  to  his  generous  public  spirit.  The 
Hackley  Art  Gallery  has  many  fine  pictures, 
among  them  a  Corot,  a  library,  and  an  au- 
ditorium, and  the  art  association  of  the  city 
has  nearly  a  hundred  members.  A  quarterly 
magazine,  JEsthetics,  is  published  in  the  in- 
terest of  the  gallery,  and  edited  by  Raymond 
Wyer.  Muskegon  is  not  unique  in  its  devo- 
tion to  art,  but  it  is  certainly  one  of  the  fine 
examples  among  American  communities  of  a 
judicious   enthusiasm   in  educational  progress. 


The  Berlin  Opera  costs  the  Kaiser  a  mil- 
lion marks  a  year.  He  bears  the  loss  with- 
out indulging  in  any  agonized  wails.  The 
Austrian  emperor  is  not  far  behind  Kaiser 
Wilhelm,  for  he  gives  more  than  $150,000  a 
year  to  help  out  the  Opera,  besides  $100,000 
for  the  playhouse.  The  royal  subvention  for 
the  opera  house  in  Munich  is  620,000  marks ; 
in  Dresden,  450,000.  Even  the  Grand  Duke 
of  Hessen  uncomplainingly  pays  210,000 
marks  annually  to  keep  the  theatrical  and 
operatic  performances  at  Darmstadt  on  a 
high  level. 

■ «•» 

The  final  performance  of  David  Belasco's 
remarkably  successful  attraction,  "The 
Woman,"  will  be  given  this  Saturday  night, 
at  the  Columbia  Theatre.  There  will  be  a 
matinee  Saturday.  Marjorie  Wood  as  Wanda 
Kelly,  the  telephone  operator  in  this  play,  has 
won  a  great  personal  triumph. 

—  +  +- 

All  this  week,  and  ending  Sunday,  an  exhi- 
bition of  Gottardo  Piazzoni's  sketches,  made 
in  the  Tahoe  country  this  summer,  has  been 
attracting  visitors  to  his  studio,  728  Mont- 
gomery Street.  The  sketches  are  not  for 
sale  as  the  artist  wishes  to  keep  them  as 
notes  for  future  work. 


The  home  in  Samoa  of  Lieutenant  George 
Laird,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Laird  has  been 
brightened  by  the  advent  of  a  son.  Mrs. 
Laird   was  formerly  Miss   Katherine  Searle. 


Why  "Imperial"  Cocoa? 

Not  because  it  is  a  home  product,  but  be- 
cause it  is  the  BEST  cocoa  made.  It  is 
manufactured  from  the  finest  selected  cocoa 
beans  by  a  special  process,  the  secret  of  the 
D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  through  which  the 
flavor  is  developed  and  improved. 

It  can  be  assimilated  by  the  weakest 
stomach;  it  possesses  all  the  nutritive 
qualities  of  the  cocoa  bean;  it  is  eco- 
nomical — being  of  superior  strength ; 
it  is  most  easily  and  quickly  prepared; 
it  is  unexcelled  for  flavor  and    aroma. 

Insist  on  IMPERIAL  and  decline  to  take  any- 
other.  The  grocer  will  be  glad  to  order  it,  if  he 
doesn't  happen  to  carry  the  article. 


Tabloid  Grand  Opera. 
Apparently  the  time  is  coming  when  com- 
posers— or,  at  least,  the  minor  composers — 
are  being  obliged  to  bow  to  the  dictates  of  a 
new  kind  of  tyrant,  the  managers  of  variety 
shows  (says  Henry  T.  Finck  in  the  New 
York  Evening  Post).  Leoncavallo  and  Mas- 
cagni  are  leading  the  procession.  To  please 
their  new  employers  they  have  boiled  down 
their  operas  so  they  can  figure  on  vaudeville 
programmes.  From  this  it  was  but  a  step  to 
the  latest  fashion  of  having  tabloid  operas 
especially  written  for  the  vaudeville  stage. 
Leoncavallo  took  this  step  when  he  undertook 
to  write  "The  Gypsies"  for  the  London  Hippo- 
drome, at  which  it  was  produced  not  long 
ago.  The  "time  limit"  imposed  on  him  was 
seventy  minutes.  Consequently  he  left  out  all 
"trimmings,"  such  as  introductions  and  reci- 
tatives, deluging  the  audience  at  once  with 
the  passionate  accents  of  despairing  love  and 
that  sort  of  thing.  The  story  is  concerned 
with  a  prince  who,  bored  by  etiquette,  goes 
among  the  gypsies  and  weds  the  chief's  beau- 
tiful daughter,  who,  however,  soon  tires  of 
him  and  reverts  to  her  gypsy  lover.  The  rest 
of  the  story  is  unimportant,  if  true.  The 
prince  wants  to  kill  the  guilty  pair,  but  lets 
them  go  at  the  chief's  request — why  not  ? 
But  how  unlike  "I  Pagliacci"  I 


A  corporation  has  been  formed  to  present 
the  plays  of  Shakespeare  in  moving  pictures. 
Frederick  Warde,  the  tragedian,  has  been  en- 
gaged to  represent  the  leading  characters  and 
to  direct  the  movement  of  the  players,  who 
have  been  selected  from  the  ranks  of  experi- 
enced legitimate  actors.  "Richard  III"  is  al- 
ready completed  and  will  shortly  be  on  view. 
"Macbeth"  is  in  active  preparation. 


Sam  Bernard  is  rehearsing  a  new  musical 
piece,  "All  for  the  Ladies,"  in  New  York. 
Ferdinand  Gottschalk  is  one  of  the  members 
of  his  company  and  Teddy  Webb  is  another. 


The  Children's  Party — On  Hallowe'en,  Oc- 
tober 31.  We  have  a  world  of  helpful  sug- 
gestions for  the  party.  Jack  O'Lanterns, 
Black  Cats,  Goblins,  and  many  appropriate 
Table  Favors.  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy 
stores. 


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Tommy — Gee  !  Can't  he  be  recalled  ? — New 
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Stella — I  thought  he  wanted  to  marry 
Mabel.  Bella — Well,  he  forgot  to  register. — 
New  York  Sun. 

Howell — Why  don't  you  run  for  office  ? 
Powell — If  I  did  I  would  have  to  walk  back? 
— Washington  Times. 

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Innkeeper — Haven't  any,  miss,  but  the  beer 
is  warm. — FHegende  Blatter. 

She — Don't  you  think  my  new  dress  shows 
up  well  ?  He — Yes,  I  can  see  three  inches 
of  silk  stocking. — The  Couturier. 

He — I  am  a  millionaire.  Haven't  I  money 
enough  for  both  of  us?  She — Yes,  if  you 
are  moderate  in  your  tastes. — New  York  Swt. 

"I  think  a  woman  ought  to  make  her 
clothes  match  her  means."  "Dear  me !  Are 
your  means  as  narrow  as  that?" — Baltimore 
American. 

"We  ought  to  have  a  most  interesting  year 
with  our  card  club."  "That  so  ?"  "Yes,  three 
of  last  year's  members  are  suing  for  divorce." 
— Detroit  Free  Press. 

"Do  you  think  your  father  would  object  if 
I  called  you  Mabel?"  "He  might  think  it  a 
trifle  odd.  You  see,  my  first  name  is  Maud." 
— Washington  Herald. 

Latin  Teacher — Now  you  may  give  me  an 
example  of  the  dative.  High-School  Girl 
(with  her  mind  elsewhere) — I  will  meet  you 
at   eight   o'clock. — Puck. 

Peckham — My  wife  talks,  talks,  talks  all  the 
time.  Underthum — You're  wrong.  She  must 
listen  part  of  the  time  or  my  wife  wouldn't 
be  with  her  so  much. — Boston   Transcript. 

Aunt  (to  engaged  niece) — So  Henry  went 
away  yesterday,  I  hear.  Parting  is  very  pain- 
ful, isn't  it?  Niece — I  should  think  so.  Every 
rib  in  my  body  is  aching  today. — FHegende 
Blatter. 

"Isn't  that  Sibley,  there,  with  the  crutches  ? 
I  didn't  know  he  was  lame."  "He  isn't;  but 
he  lives  in  Harlem  now,  and  it  is  the  only 
way  he  can  get  a  seat  in  the  elevated  trains." 
— Puck. 

Fair  Worshiper — What  is  that  sad,  sad  air 
you're  playing,  professor ?  The  Professor — 
Dat  iss  Beethoven's  "Farewell  to  the  Piano." 
I  see  dose  instalment  people  coming  mit  der 
van. — Puck. 

Clarice — Well,  aunt,  how  do  j-ou  like  your 
new  doctor?  Aunt — Oh,  immensely.  He's  so 
thorough.  He  never  comes  to  see  me  with- 
out finding  some  little  thing  the  matter  with 
me." — Judge. 

"The  trouble  is  that  my  boss  has  favorites. 
You  can't  deny  it."  "I  won't  deny  it.  But 
have  you  noticed  that  his  favorites  do  all 
the  hard  work  about  the  place?" — Louisville 
Courier-Journal. 

"I've  tried  to  propose  to  Mabel  a  dozen 
times,  and  hanged  if  I  can  do  it.  I've  slumped 
every  time."  "And  she  let  you  slump  ?" 
"Yes."  "My  boy,  you  are  courting  the  wrong 
girl." — Boston   Transcript. 

"You  must  have  seen  some  trait  in  me  to 
admire,"  said  Mr.  Meekton,  "or  you  wouldn't 
have  married  me."  "I  did,"  replied  his  wife ; 
"your  sublime  nerve  in  wanting  to  be  my 
husband." — Washington  Star. 

Fortune-Teller — You  are  going  to  have 
money  left  you.  Customer — Glad  to  hear  it. 
I've  only  got  $2  to  my  name.  F ortune-T eller 
— Well,  after  paying  me  you  will  have  a  dol- 
lar left  you. — Boston   Transcript. 

Winter  Visitor  (in  Florida) — I  should  love 
dearly  to  go  sailing,  but  it  looks  very  dan- 
gerous. Do  not  people  often  get  drowned  in 
this  bay?  Waterman — No,  indeed,  mum.  The 
sharks  never  lets  anvbodv  drown. — New  York 
Weekly. 

"My  wife  and  myself  are  trying  to  get  up 
a  list  of  club  magazines.  By  taking  three 
you  get  a  discount,"  "How  are  you  making 
out;"  "Well,  we  can  get  one  that  I  don't 
want,  and  one  that  she  doesn't  want,  and  one 
that  neither  wants  for  $2.25." — Washington 
Herald. 

"I'll  be  glad  when  this  campaign  is  over 
and  the  votes  have  been  counted."  "Why 
should  you  care?  Is  your  business  affected 
in  presidential  years?"  "No;  but  I  have  a 
lot  of  old  friends  with  whom  I'm  anxious  to 
be  on  speaking  terms  again." — The  Herald 
and  Presbyter. 

"There's  only  one  thing  I've  got  against 
the  Congressional  Record,"  said  Farmer 
Corntossel.  "You  refer  to  its  occasional  sus- 
pension of  publication?"  "No.  It's  kind  o' 
misleadin'.  A  lot  of  the  speeches  our  con- 
gressman makes  about  hisself  ought  to  be 
marked  'advt.'  " — Washington  Star. 

"Miss  Gwendoline,  I  have  something  to  say 
to  you."     "Yes?"     "I  hardly  know  how  to  say 


it."  She  decided  to  help  him  a  little.  "One 
need  have  no  hesitancy,"  said  she  graciously, 
"in  speaking  freely  to  one  who  feels  toward 
you  as  I  do."  "That's  what  I  thought.  Well, 
you  have  a  little  too  much  powder  on  your 
nose." — Washington  Herald. 


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ALFRED  HOLMAN  -------  Editor 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  Some  War  Theories— The  Election  and  the 
Citizen — The  People  and  the  Big  Stick — Mexico  and 
Diaz — Municipal  Dances — Some  Significant  Figures — 
Jack  Johnson,    Pugilist — Editorial   Notes 273-275 

POLITICAL    COMMENT    275 

THE   COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.    P.    Coryn .....         276 

OLD  FAVORITES:  "The  Covenanter's  Battle-Chant,"  by 
William  Motherwell;  "To  the  Lord-General  Cromwell," 
by  John  Milton;  "Naseby,"  by  Thomas  Babington 
Macaulay 276 

"THE  DAUGHTER  OF  HEAVEN":  "Flaneur"  Describes 
the  Translated  Tragedy  of  Pierre  Loti  and  Judith 
Gautier,   Produced  in  New  York 277 

INDIVIDUALITIES :     Notes    about    Prominent    People'  All 

over    the    World 277 

THE  CATASTROPHE:  When  Propinquity  Conquered  In- 
herited   Antagonisms.     By    Harry    Cowell 278 

A  CENTURY  OF  OLD  DRURY:  London  Playgoers  See 
an  American  Morality  in  the  Historic  Old  Theatre. 
By  Henry  C.   Shelley 279 

THE  FLOWING  ROAD:  Caspar  Whitney  Gives  Some  of 
the  Results  of  Five  Journeys  on  the  Great  Rivers  of 
South   America    280 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received.  .  .281-282 

DRAMA:     "A   Romance  of  the  Underworld."     By  Josephine 

Hart    Phelps     283 

THE   SYMPHONY   ORCHESTRA 283 

VANITY  FAIR:  The  Problem  of  the  Oyster— A  Great  Dan- 
ger and  Its  Remedy — More  Warnings  from  the  Char- 
acter-Reading Dentist — A  Two-Tooth  Tragedy — The 
Viscountess  in  the  Kitchen — Objections  to  the  Uni- 
versal Cook — Lady  de  Bathe's  Advice  on  Clothes  of 
Many   Colors    284 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             285 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts          286 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   287 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the   Dismal    Wits  of  the  Day 288 


Some  War  Theories. 

The  Balkan  war  should  cause  us  to  revise  some  of 
our  stereotyped  ideas  about  national  conflicts.  It  is 
among  the  commonplaces  of  the  peace  propagandist 
that  wars  are  invoked  by  kings  and  rulers  for  their 
own  personal  ends  and  that  the  soldier  is  merely  food 
for  powder  who  has  the  inherited  instinct  to  obey  and 
who  neither  knows  nor  cares  what  he  is  fighting  for. 
But  here  in  the  Balkans  we  have  half  a  million  men 
who  are  fighting  in  a  war  that  they  themselves  prac- 
tically declared  and  whose  rulers  have  done  no  more 
than  slip  the  leash  already  strained  to  breaking  point. 
The  next  time  Mr.  Carnegie  readjusts  his  heavenly- 
halo  on  the  strength  of  a  chat  with  the  Kaiser  he  would 
do  well  to  remember  that  the  modern  war  is  made  by 
the  modern  democracy  and  by  a  vox  populi  that  is  fast 
becoming  a  vox  diaboli. 

It  seems,  too,  that  war  can  be  waged  without  money, 
and  that  war  strings  are  not  always  pulled  by  bond- 
holders. Greece,  Servia.  and  Bulgaria  are  practically 
in   receivers'   hands.     They   have   no   money   and   they 


can  borrow  none.  But  yet  they  can  make  a  war,  and 
a  big  war.  They  have  stored  vast  quantities  of  ma- 
terial, they  own  their  railroads,  and  they  need  not  pay 
their  soldiers.  Money,  without  question,  is  a  useful 
factor  in  war.  It  cost  Great  Britain  a  million  dollars 
a  day  to  conquer  the  Boers,  and  no  doubt  the  Balkans, 
and  Turkey,  too,  will  be  "up  against  it"  before  long. 
But  it  is  evident  that  a  consultation  of  the  bank  balance 
is  not  an  essential  preliminary  to  conflicts  upon  a  very 
large  scale,  seeing  that  the  particular  nations  now  at 
war  have  no  bank  balances  to  consult. 


The  Election  and  the  Citizen. 

Where  conditions  are  normal — that  is  to  say,  in 
states  wherein  the  rights  of  voters  have  not  been 
nullified  by  arbitrary  and  dishonest  scheming  under 
cover  of  unjust  laws — it  is  clearly  the  duty  of 
Republicans  to  cast  their  votes  for  Mr.  Taft.  The 
character  of  the  man  and  his  record  in  office  alike  en- 
title him  to  party  support.  But  in  California  condi- 
tions are  not  normal.  The  right  of  the  individual  Re- 
publican to  vote  for  his  party  candidate  is  denied, 
wickedly  and  shamelessly.  There  has  been  created 
here  an  artificial  situation  in  which  Republicans,  pro- 
hibited from  using  the  franchise  in  support  of  their 
principles  and  in  accordance  with  the  loyalties  of 
party  affiliation,  have  fair  license  to  act  under  motives 
of  political  expediency.  The  Republican  voter  in  Cali- 
fornia may  take  any  one  of  four  courses:  He  may  (1) 
decline  to  vote  for  any  electoral  candidate,  thus  throw- 
ing his  vote  away;  he  may  (2)  write  in  the  names  of 
the  thirteen  men  nominated  by  the  "rump"  convention 
of  loyal  Republicans  at  Sacramento,  thus  practically 
throwing  his  vote  away,  as  return  of  such  votes  will 
be  made  as  "scattering";  (3)  he  may  by  voting  for 
the  candidates  whose  names  by  a  dishonest  trick  ap- 
pear under  the  Republican  designation  give  his  support 
to  a  gross  fraud;  and  (4)  he  may  vote  for  the  Demo- 
cratic nominees. 

Practically  the  choice  of  Republicans  of  California, 
under  the  circumstances,  is  that  of  supporting  Wilson 
and  Marshall  on  the  one  hand  and  Roosevelt  and  John- 
son on  the  other.  Verily  it  is  a  choice  of  evils.  The 
Democratic  nominees  stand  upon  a  platform  dia- 
metrically opposed  to  Republican  principles.  To  be 
sure,  this  platform,  like  most  platforms,  is  rather  a 
device  for  catching  votes  than  a  working  programme. 
Like  the  Wagnerian  music,  it  is  not  nearly  so  bad  as 
it  sounds.  Already  the  chief  nominee,  Mr.  Wilson,  is 
busy  explaining  it  away,  having  effectively  disposed  of 
the  free-trade  bugaboo  and  the  menace  to  the  navy. 
Thus  shorn  of  its  main  objections,  the  platform  is  not 
such  a  bad  thing.  Indeed  there  are  many  very  good 
things  about  it.  It  halts  the  recall  before  it  comes  to 
the  judiciary,  and  in  its  radical  enthusiasm  it  does  not 
attempt  to  nullify  the  constitution  or  to  overreach  exist- 
ing laws.  It  has  one  specific  merit  of  large  and  timely 
import — it  proposes  extension  of  the  presidential  term 
to  six  years  and  the  limitation  of  Presidents  to  a  single 
term.  

In  considering  the  advisability  of  supporting  Wilson 
and  Marshall  it  is,  under  the  circumstances,  more  to 
the  point  to  look  at  the  men  rather  than  the  platform. 
And  here,  since  we  are  speaking  with  entire  candor, 
there  are  motives  for  pause.  Mr.  Wilson,  while  nomi- 
nally a  radical  in  response  to  the  mood  of  the  time,  is 
really  a  conservative — that  is  to  say,  a  Democratic  con- 
servative. He  has  the  caution  of  the  man  of  historical 
knowledge,  and  his  spirit  is  that  of  the  respecter  of 
laws  and  institutions.  He  is  traditionally  and  in- 
stinctively an  American,  yet  there  is  in  him  a  certain 
cock-sureness,  a  certain  over-accented  sufficiency  of 
mind  produced  by  forty  years  of  class-room  experi- 
ence. Mr.  Wilson,  we  are  led  to  believe,  is  not  a  man 
much  given  to  seeking  or  accepting  counsel.  He  lacks, 
we  suspect,  that  quality  of  mind,  exceedingly  valuable 
in  administrative  station,   which  is  able  to  yield  non- 


essentials to  the  end  of  gaining  essentials.  These  are 
serious  defects.  Yet  a  man  might  be  eminently 
capable  with  worse  traits.  On  the  positive  side,  it  is 
quite  easy  to  speak  with  enthusiasm  of  Mr.  Wilson. 
He  is  eminently  a  man  of  character,  eminently  an  in- 
formed man,  eminently  a  gracious  man,  eminently  an 
industrious  man.  In  the  presidency  Mr.  Wilson  would 
go  far  to  restore  the  traditions  of  dignity  and  courtesy 
which  were  lost  or  badly  damaged  in  the  period  be- 
tween 1901  and  1909.  We  think  it  more  than  probable 
that  Mr.  Wilson  in  the  presidency  will  turn  out  an 
idealist  of  a  rather  uncompromising  type;  we  think 
it  more  than  likely  that  in  three  months  he  will 
be  at  odds  with  his  party,  and  in  two  years  much 
in  the  position  in  which  President  Cleveland  found 
himself  by  the  middle  of  his  second  term.  And  for  this 
reason,  namely,  that  his  personal  standards  will  be 
higher  than  the  standards  of  his  party.  But  we  are 
not  able  to  see  that  this  possibility — or  let  us  say  sug- 
gestion— provides  a  reason  why  a  Republican,  looking 
about  for  means  to  use  his  vote  effectively,  should  hesi- 
tate to  give  it  to  Mr.  Wilson. 


The  alternative  is  hardly  one  to  appeal  to  loyal  Re-  ' 
publicans.  A  vote  for  the  electors  who  stand  on  the 
official  ballot  under  the  designation  "Republican"  is 
first  of  all  a  vote  for  thirteen  perjured  men,  for  every 
creature  of  them  has  taken  a  false  oath — has  sworn 
that  he  is  a  Republican  when  in  truth  he  is  not  a  Re- 
publican. For  a  Republican  to  vote  this  ticket  is  to 
justify  an  open  fraud,  a  fraud  not  growing  out  of  inno- 
cence, but  developed  through  deliberate  and  criminal 
purpose.  Regarded  as  a  vote  for  Roosevelt,  it  is  a  vote 
neither  for  the  candidate  of  the  party  nor  for  Republican 
principles,  but  for  one  who  having  sought  the  Repub- 
lican nomination  is  now  leading  a  movement  to  destroy 
the  party,  likewise  for  a  political  programme  con- 
ceived not  in  respect  of  Republican  principles  but 
in  contempt  and  denial  of  them.  As  to  Mr.  Roose- 
velt himself,  it  is  quite  unnecessary  for  the  Argonaut  . 
to  multiply  phrases  further  than  to  say  that  he  rep- 
resents a  colossal  ambition  and  a  colossal  egotism,  and 
that  his  effort  to  attain  a  third  presidential  term  is  not 
merely  in  defiance  of  a  national  tradition,  but  a  flat 
nullification  of  his  own  word  solemnly  and  voluntarily 
given.  Mr.  Roosevelt  never  had  the  qualifications 
proper  to  the  presidential  office,  and  he  has  them  in 
less  degree  now  than  at  any  other  time,  for  he  has 
proved  himself  before  the  eyes  of  all  men  a  quack  and 
a  charlatan.  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  guilty  of  the  most 
treasonable  offense  in  the  history  of  the  republic,  in 
that  he  has  used  his  powers  and  his  repute  to  break 
down  in  very  considerable  measure  the  most  essential 
of  all  our  national  traditions.  In  his  eagerness  to  ex- 
ploit himself  he  has  destroyed  in  multitudes  that  abid- 
ing faith  in  the  ultimate  integrity  of  our  system  essen- 
tial to  government  by  the  people.  Compared  with  this 
stupendous  crime  his  vanities,  his  vulgarities,  his  want 
of  respect  alike  for  the  dignities  and  duties  of  the 
presidency,  his  falsehoods,  his  railings,  his  unspeakable 
selfishness  sink  into  insignificance.  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
platform,  patched  together  in  an  effort  to  cajole  senti- 
mental and  unreflective  elements,  really  means  nothing 
either  to  himself  or  to  anybody  else.  It  stands  nulli- 
fied by  Mr.  Roosevelt's  own  record;  and  no  amount  of 
passionate  assertion  can  convince  thoughtful  men  that 
the  man  who  has  been  false  to  a  thousand  solemn  prom- 
ises can  be  faithful  to  anything.  Mr.  Roosevelt  rep- 
resents nothing  more  or  better  than  emotional,  per- 
sonal, arbitrary  government,  while  the  moral  aspects 
of  his  candidacy  suffer  rather  than  gain  through  his 
pretensions  of  moral  and  humanitarian  enthusiasm.  A 
vote  for  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  a  vote  for  the  "Big  Stick'  — 
in  other  words,  for  the  dominance  of  a  single  per- 
sonality and  a  lawless  force. 

In  California  support  of  the  Roosevelt 
support  of  the  scheme  of  bogus  moi  >olu- 

tionary    politics    identified    with    the    naiT, 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


Johnson  and  Meyer  Lissner.  This  regime  has  domi- 
nated our  politics  now  for  nearly  three  years,  time 
enough  for  an  absolute  exemplification  of  its  spirit  and 
character.  To  those  who  have  observed  its  workings 
we  need  only  to  recall  the  outrage  of  which  Alden 
Anderson  was  the  victim,  the  nullification  of  laws  im- 
plied in  the  election  of  Judge  Works  to  the  Senate,  the 
corruption  of  the  state  legislature  by  the  forces  of  in- 
timidation and  patronage,  many  gross  briberies  through 
the  appointing  power,  and  most  recently  the  outrage 
under  which  the  loyal  Republicans  of  California  have 
been  disfranchised.  It  is  an  unworthy,  even  a  shame- 
less record,  and  no  man  can  say  that  it  does  not  deserve 
any  rebuke  which  may  be  given  it  by  the  Republicans 
of  California  in  the  spirit  of  moral  resentment  and 
moral  condemnation. 


No  loyal  Republican  can  in  consistency  and  honor  so 
bestow  his  vote  as  to  give  approval  and  justification  to 
what  we  have  recently  witnessed  here;  and  we  can 
easily  understand  the  spirit  of  the  many  Republicans 
who  believe  that  under  the  circumstances  the  best  use 
of  a  Republican  vote  in  next  Tuesday's  election  is  to  so 
place  it  as  to  emphasize  a  righteous  protest  against  a 
great  fraud  upon  the  rights  of  citizenship  and  a  su- 
preme menace  to  the  welfare  of  the  republic. 


The  People  and  the  "Big  Stick." 
An  effort  to  analyze  the  state  of  mind  governing  the 
Bull-Moose  campaign  is  as  difficult  as  the  celebrated 
attempt  to  write  of  snakes  in  Ireland.  There  are  no 
snakes  in  Ireland,  and  there  is  nothing  that  can  be 
called  a  state  of  mind  in  the  Bull-Moose  campaign. 
There  is  a  bundle  of  emotions,  sometimes  tearful,  some- 
times greedy,  and  always  noisy;  there  is  a  jumble  of 
mutually  destructive  political  jargons  and  of  hysterical 
war  cries  that  mean  nothing  in  particular;  but  if  there 
is  anything  of  the  nature  of  mind  underlying  this  cargo 
of  futilities  we  shall  have  to  revise  our  ideas  of  psy- 
chology. 

A  recent  Progressive  advertisement  may  be  cited  as 
evidence  of  the  curious  inability  to  think  that  charac- 
terizes the  movement,  of  the  perversity  that  puts  two 
and  two  side  by  side  and  screams  that  the  result  is  five. 
"T.  R.  and  the  Big  Stick"  are  recommended  to  our 
attention  by  this  advertisement,  and  then  follows  the 
exhortation  to  "Let  Us  Put  Them  to  Work  Again." 
Doubtless  the  Rooseveltian  leaders  have  accurately 
gauged  the  intelligence  of  their  followers.  Doubtless 
they  are  right  in  assuming  that  the  incongruity  be- 
tween any  sort  of  a  "Big  Stick"  in  politics  and  the  "Rule 
of  the  People"  that  is  so  loudly  trumpeted  from  the 
housetops  will  escape  the  attention  of  that  intelligence. 
But  the  result  upon  minds  unclouded  by  hysteria  is  one 
of  absolute  stupefaction.  For  how  can  the  idea  of  the 
"Big  Stick"  be  made  to  square  with  any  sort  or  kind  of 
popular  government  ?  How  can  it  exist,  even  in  theory, 
side  by  side  with  poular  rule,  democratic  ideas,  or  any 
system  whatsoever  of  constitutional  rule?  Doubtless 
the  "Big  Stick"  as  an  instrument  of  government  may 
have  its  value  in  Dahomey,  the  Soudan,  or  the  Sand- 
wich Islands.  It  may  play  a  useful  part  among 
aborigines  and  infant  peoples.  It  may  be  the  only  pos- 
sible method  with  savages  and  degenerates.  But  that 
Americans,  claiming  to  be  in  the  vanguard  of  civiliza- 
tion, should  demand  to  be  governed  by  a  "Big  Stick"  is 
one  of  those  disheartening  phenomena  that  are  saved 
from  tragedy  only  by  the  mental  status  of  those  who 
make  that  demand. 

The  plea  of  stupidity  may  perhaps  be  entered  in 
their  defense,  but  certainly  not  that  of  ignorance.  For 
the  "Big  Stick"  is  no  untried  expedient.  Here  in  Cali- 
fornia we  know  precisely  what  it  means,  for  when  we 
asserted  our  right  to  prevent  intimate  school  contact 
between  Japanese  men  and  little  white  girls  we  were 
threatened  by  the  "Big  Stick"  with  the  powers  of  the 
army  to  compel  us  to  permit  that  contact.  Are  we  to 
understand  that  the  Progressives  of  California  are 
anxious  for  more  threats  of  that  kind,  for  more  coer- 
cion in  their  domestic  affairs,  for  more  hectoring  and 
more  bullying?  Presumably  so,  for  that  is  exactly 
what  thi  "Big  Stick"  means.  It  was  in  such  ways,  re- 
peated all  over  the  country  and  half  over  the  world, 
that  the  "Big  Stick"  came  into  existence.  It  meant  that 
any  one  opposing  Mr.  Roosevelt  should  forthwith  be 
knocked  do-.n  and  dragged  out.  That  is  what  the  term 
still  mean:-  That  is  what  the  Progressives  are  asking 
for.  ■  I  f  at  they  are  able  at  the  same  time  and  with- 
ki  s;  to  talk  of  the  "Rule  of  the  People"  is  but 
"lustration,  added  to  innumerable  others,  of 
:ing   ability   to   believe   that   black   is   white. 


The  "Big  Stick"  was  applied  in  the  same  way  and  a 
score  of  times  during  Mr.  Roosevelt's  tenure  of  office, 
usually  in  defense  of  some  brutal  illegality  or  shameful 
injustice  and  always  in  defiance  of  some  popular  right. 
When  Mr.  Roosevelt  supposed  that  some  personal  glory 
could  be  won  in  Panama  he  "went  down  and  took  it." 
There  was  as  much  thought  of  popular  rights  in  Panama 
as  the  more  usual  kind  of  pirate  gives  to  the  rights 
of  a  helpless  merchantman.  It  was  illegal.  It  was 
brigandage,  pure  and  simple.  But  it  was  the  "Big 
Stick." 

Equally  illegal,  and  peculiarly  deadly  in  its  effects 
upon  the  public  fortune,  was  the  absorption  of  the 
Tennessee  Coal  and  Iron  Company  by  the  Steel  Trust. 
It  was  Mr.  Roosevelt  who  waved  upon  one  side  the 
anti-trust  law  and  gave  permission  to  "our  good 
friends"  to  hammer  this  fresh  rivet  into  the  popular 
collar.  It  was  the  "Big  Stick,"  brandished  as  usual  in 
defense  of  tyranny  and  money  and  as  a  threat  to  the 
people.  Do  the  Progressives  mean  that  they  now  want 
more  defiances  of  the  Sherman  Act,  more  illegal  com- 
binations in  restraints  of  trade,  more  sales  of  indulg- 
ences to  break  the  law  against  plunder  and  extortion? 
Presumably  they  do,  since  they  are  clamoring  for  the 
"Big  Stick." 

The  occasions  upon  which  the  "Big  Stick"  has  broken 
the  head  of  the  public  are  too  numerous  to  be  counted. 
Indeed  it  has  never  broken  any  head  but  that  of  the 
public.  It  was  an  affront  to  the  public  when  General 
Miles,  as  gallant  and  honorable  and  competent  a  man 
as  ever  breathed,  was  driven  with  coarse  invective  from, 
the  White  House.  It  was  an  affront  to  the  public  when 
Dr.  Wiley  was  browbeaten  because  he  dared  to  try  and 
find  us  something  fit  to  eat.  It  was  an  affront  to  the 
public  when  Mr.  Heney  was  invited  to  play  ducks  and 
draices  in  San  Francisco  with  funds  voted  for  the  pro- 
tection of  the  public  against  the  Oregon  land  thieves. 
It  was  an  affront  to  the  public  when  Mr.  Wallace  was 
shamefully  abused  because  he  resigned  from  the 
Panama  Canal  chairmanship,  although  "my  dear 
Shonts"  upon  a  like  retirement  was  plastered  all  over 
with  executive  compliments.  It  was  an  affront  to  the 
public  when  a  secret  "memorandum"  with  Japan  was 
put  in  the  place  of  a  treaty,  thereby  nullifying  the  ex- 
press command  of  the  constitution.  All  these  things 
and  many  more  of  a  like  kind  were  the  work  of  the 
"Big  Stick."  It  is  the  only  kind  of  work  that  the  "Big 
Stick"  has  ever  done.  Never  once  has  it  been  raised 
in  defense  of  popular  rights,  of  justice,  or  of  the 
"square  deal."  Never  once  has  it  been  raised  except  to 
sustain  something  arbitrary,  something  tending  to  make 
it  a  little  harder  for  the  common  people  to  live,  some- 
thing that  will  benefit  some  tyranny,  buttress  some  na- 
tional vice,  break  down  some  national  guaranty.  And 
this  is  the  emblem  of  tyranny,  the  black  flag  in  Ameri- 
can politics,  that  the  Progressives  are  now  busily  in- 
voking in  aid  of  the  "Rule  of  the  People." 

Now  if  the  people  of  any  nation  whatever  wish  to 
be  ruled  by  a  "Big  Stick"  they  have  a  right  to  accom- 
plish their  desires.  If  the  people  of  this  nation  in  par- 
ticular should  determine  to  put  back  the  hands  upon 
the  dial  of  civilization,  to  abandon  the  constitutional 
safeguards  that  have  been  carefully  elaborated,  to  abol- 
ish popular  representation,  congresses  and  courts,  they 
have  an  unchallengeable  right  to  do  so.  If  they  prefer 
Cassarism,  Xapoleonism,  dictatorship,  to  the  ballot-box, 
personal  whim  to  orderly  legislation,  the  fury  of  ambi- 
tion to  a  reasoned  and  collective  progress,  they  have 
only  to  say  so.  But  at  least  let  the  goal  be  defined  and 
understood.  Rooseveltism  and  the  "Rule  of  the 
People,"  like  action  and  reaction,  are  equal  and  oppo- 
site. We  must  choose  between  them,  since  we  can  not 
have  both.  If  we  have  decided  to  have  done  with 
popular  government,  representative  institutions,  and  a 
constitutional  basis,  then  the  other  alternative  is  open 
to  us.  It  is  Rooseveltism  and  the  "Big  Stick."  But  we 
can  not  have  the  "Big  Stick"  and  "Rule  of  the  People" 
at  the  same  time,  any  more  than  we  can  have  light  and 
darkness  at  the  same  time,  or  summer  and  winter. 
They  are  mutually  destructive.  They  are  contradic- 
tions in  terms. 

* 

Mexico  and  Diaz. 
The  Diaz  revolt  in  Mexico  has  collapsed  with  such 
surprising  rapidity  as  to  suggest  that  that  luckless 
country  has  not  enough  backbone  either  to  fight  or  to 
submit  in  any  conclusive  way.  Vera  Cruz  seems  to 
have  surrendered  with  an  equal  indifference  both  to 
Diaz  and  to  Madero,  and  would  probably  surrender 
again  to  any  command  given  in  a  voice  sufficiently 
loud.     Mexico,   in   short,   is   showing   herself   to   be   a 


genuine  Latin  republic  always  at  the  mercy  of  any 
hectoring  general  who  can  appeal  successfully  to  an 
idle  crowd. 

Inasmuch  as  Mexico  can  be  governed  only  by  an 
autocrat  it  is  clear  enough  that  Madero  is  not  the  man 
for  the  job.  He  has  not  fulfilled  a  single  one  of  the 
promises  made  before  his  election.  He  has  not  re- 
stored tranquillity  and  can  not  do  so.  He  has  not  pro- 
tected foreigners  or  their  property.  He  has  introduced 
no  reform  of  the  land  system,  and  while  the  public 
debt  has  enormously  increased,  the  business  of  the 
country  is  practically  at  a  standstill.  And  all  this  after 
two  years  of  futile  effort.  If  Madero  had  the  neces- 
sary temperament  of  the  autocrat  he  would  have  re- 
duced chaos  to  order  long  ago.  But  he  is  not  an  auto- 
crat. He  is  only  an  essentially  weak  man  who  is  pre- 
tending to  be  an  autocrat. 

That  Diaz  was  able  to  make  so  large  a  showing  in 
so  short  a  time  is  proof  of  the  spineless  state  of  the 
people.  It  can  hardly  fail  to  tempt  others  to  repeat 
his  performance,  and  perhaps  with  a  greater  success. 
The  best  that  can  be  hoped  for  Mexico  is  the  appear- 
ance of  some  really  strong  man  who  can  dictate  condi- 
tions and  enforce  his  own  will  without  overmuch 
prating  about  popular  rights  or  constitutional  safe- 
guards. Mexicans  have  to  be  treated  like  children. 
That  is  to  say,  they  must  be  governed  by  a  despotism — 
preferably  benevolent. 


Municipal  Dances. 

The  three  ministers — never  mind  their  names — who 
appeared  before  the  board  of  supervisors  in  order  to 
protest  against  a  municipal  sanction  of  dancing  seem 
to  be  suffering  from  an  inflated  sense  of  professional 
values.  They  assumed  that  their  clerical  status  en- 
titled them  to  speak  as  experts  in  matters  relating  to 
public  virtue  and  morality,  whereas  there  are  now  no 
professional  experts  in  the  broad  domain  of  collective 
right  and  wrong.  It  is  hard  to  understand  why  a  depu- 
tation of  clergymen,  and  from  only  one  denomination, 
should  exercise  a  greater  influence  over  the  city  super- 
visors in  regard  to  dancing  than  a  like  number  of 
serious  and  responsible  citizens  who  do  not  happen  to 
be  clergymen  but  bankers  or  merchants.  Indeed  we 
may  doubt  if  the  clerical  view  has  even  so  much  value 
as  that  of  intelligent  lay  citizens  when  we  remember 
the  conventional  ministerial  attitude  toward  the  stage 
and  toward  every  kind  of  card-playing,  an  attitude  still 
little  changed  from  the  days  that  witnessed  its  adoption. 
The  original  opposition  to  dancing,  the  stage,  and  card- 
playing  was  not  because  these  things  were  evil  in 
themselves,  but  because  they  gave  pleasure,  for  the 
dread  of  pleasure  was  the  essence  of  Puritanism.  The 
world  at  large  has  learned  that  laughter  and  enjoyment 
are  essentials  to  wholesome  youth.  The  churches 
alone,  or  at  least  many  of  them,  maintain  their  ancient 
attitude  of  Puritanic  opposition,  although  they  would 
hardly  care  to  avow  the  ancient  reason.  And  the  an- 
cient reason  was  a  detestation  of  amusement  and  frolic. 

It  is  facts  that  we  have  to  face,  and  not  theories. 
And  the  fact  is  that  our  great  cities  are  crowded  with 
young  people  whose  parents  were  farmers  and  who 
have  been  forced  into  city  life  by  conditions  incidental 
to  our  civilization  and  for  which  they  are  not  to 
blame.  With  a  long  heredity  of  open-air  tendencies, 
they  find  themselves  restricted  to  sedentary  occupa- 
tions, and  as  a  result  they  suffer  physically  and  men- 
tally. Nature  demands  the  compensation  of  physical 
movement,  and  of  all  other  physical  movements  that 
of  dancing  is  the  most  natural  and  the  most  proper. 
No  doubt  it  would  be  an  edifying  spectacle  if  all  these 
young  people  were  content  to  seek  their  recreation 
from  the  churches  alone  and  were  willing  to  vary  the 
usual  round  of  religious  exercises  with  the  hilarities  of 
the  church  social  and  the  spelling  bee.  But  they  are 
not  willing,  and  with  all  due  respect  it  may  be  said 
that  the  general  avoidance  of  the  church  by  the  rising 
generation  is  one  of  the  problems  to  which  ministers 
might  profitably  address  themselves,  and  from  a  nica 
culpa  standpoint.  The  young  people  of  today  wish  to 
dance.  Young  people  at  all  ages  and  of  all  races  have 
wished  to  dance.  When  one  of  the  clerical  deputation 
spoke  of  dancing  as  "sophisticated"  he  used  the  one 
word  of  all  others  that  he  should  have  avoided,  for  if 
there  is  anything  on  earth- that  is  unsophisticated  it  is 
surely  dancing.  It  is  one  of  I 
mankind,  and  the  desire  to  da 
human  nature,  like  eating  an 
age  dancing  because  some  d 
as  intelligent  as  to  discoura^ 
foods  are  indigestible.     The  . 


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will  congratulate  itself  upon  the  fact  that  young  people 
still  wish  to  dance  even  in  the  sordidness  and  sombre- 
ness  of  a  city.  In  all  conscience  they  have  little  enough 
cause  for  joyousness.  Therefore  good  citizenship  will 
do  all  it  can  to  stimulate  and  to  safeguard  a  whole- 
some and  natural  recreation  in  the  same  spirit  that  it 
provides  playgrounds  and  sand  piles  for  little  children. 

It  is  very  certain  that  if  young  people  do  not  dance 
under  municipal  protection  they  will  dance  without  it, 
for  they  will  surely  dance  somewhere.  Presumably  even 
ministers  do  not  propose  to  make  dancing  illegal.  If 
public  spirit  does  not  provide  the  necessary  accommo- 
dation it  will  be  provided  by  the  private  dance  hall, 
which  is  usually  the  rich  hunting  ground  for  the  pro- 
curer and  the  white  slaver.  To  a  great  extent  it  is  a 
choice  between  decency  and  impropriety,  for  there  will 
be  no  lack  of  facilities  to  dance.  We  may  be  quite 
sure  of  that.  The  only  question  is  whether  dancing 
shall  be  wisely  and  tolerantly  supervised  or  whether  it 
shall  take  the  illegitimate  forms  of  license  and  aban- 
don that  are  now  so  alarmingly  numerous.  The  allure- 
ments of  the  Barbary  Coast  could  receive  no  more 
effective  check  than  by  such  municipal  action  as  was 
proposed  by  Supervisor  Payot. 

Therefore  we  may  hope  that  the  board  of  supervisors 
will  pass  this  admirable  resolution  undeterred  by  the 
opposition  of  a  few  persons  whose  training  and 
traditions  unfit  them  for  consideration  of  the  broad 
modern  problems  of  social  government.  The  super- 
visors need  not  be  afraid  that  such  action  on  their  part 
"would  misrepresent  to  the  world  the  moral  tone  of 
this  city."  On  the  contrary  they  could  do  nothing  bet- 
ter calculated  to  win  for  the  city  the  general  applause 
of  those  who  measure  civilization  by  its  solicitude  for 
the  young  and  its  care  for  their  welfare. 


Some  Significant  Figures. 

In  1908  Mr.  Taft  carried  twenty-nine  states,  as  fol- 
lows: California  by  a  majority  of  86,906;  Connecticut 
by  44,660;  Delaware,  2943;  Idaho,  16,526;  Illinois, 
189,999;  Indiana,  10,731;  Iowa,  74,439;  Kansas,  36,007; 
Maryland  (two  electors  out  of  six)  ;  Maine,  31,584; 
Massachusetts,  110,423;  Michigan,  159,809;  Minnesota, 
86,442;  Missouri,  629;  Montana,  3007;  New  Hampshire, 
19,494;  New  Jersey,  82,759;  New  York,  202,602;  North 
Dakota,  24,795;  Ohio,  69,591;  Oregon,  24,481;  Penn- 
sylvania, 297,001;  Rhode  Island,  19,236;  South  Dakota, 
27,270;  Vermont,  28,056;  Washington,  47,371;  West 
Virginia,  26,451;   Wisconsin,  81,115;   Wyoming,   5928. 

In  the  same  election  Mr.  Bryan  carried  seventeen 
states,  as  follows :  Alabama  by  a  majority  of  49,069 ; 
Arkansas,  30,255;  Colorado,  2944;  Florida,  20,450; 
Georgia,  30,721;  Kentucky,  8381;  Louisiana,  54,610; 
Maryland  (four  out  of  six);  Mississippi,  55,924;  Ne- 
braska, 4102;  Nevada,  437;  North  Carolina,  22,058; 
Oklahoma,  11,899;  South  Carolina,  58,325;  Tennessee, 
17,284;  Texas,  151,636;  Virginia,  30,373. 

Mr.  Taft's  plurality  in  California,  as  above  stated, 
was  86,906,  the  complete  vote  being:  Taft,  214,398; 
Bryan,  127,492;  Debs  (Socialist),  28,659;  Chafin  (Pro- 
hibitionist), 11,770.  The  whole  vote  was  386,597, 
Taft's  proportion  being  55.45  per  cent,  Bryan's  32.9S 
per  cent,  Debs's  7.41  per  cent,  Chafin's  3.05  per  cent. 
The  only  election  in  California  of  general  significance 
since  1908  was  the  gubernatorial  election  of  1910,  in 
which  Hiram  Johnson  received  177,191  votes  and 
Theodore   Bell   154,835   votes. 

The  voting  record  of  California,  taking  it  for  a  long 
course  of  years,  has  been  singularly  aberrant.  In  the 
gubernatorial  election  of  1906  the  Republican  majority 
was  8299.  Two  years  previous,  in  the  presidential  elec- 
tion of  1904,  the  Republican  (Roosevelt)  majority  was 
89,107.  Two  years  before  that,  in  1902,  the  Republican 
(Pardee)  majority  in  a  state  election  was  1550.  In 
the  presidential  election  of  1900  the  Republican  (Mc- 
Kinley)  majority  was  39,770.  The  state  went  Repub- 
lican (state  election)  in  1898,  Republican  (presidential 
election)  in  1896,  mixed  Republican  and  Democratic 
(state  election)  in  1894,  Democratic  presidential  elec- 
tion) in  1892.  Republican  (state  election)  in  1890,  Re- 
publican (presidential  election)  in  1888,  Democratic 
(state  election)  in  1886,  Democratic  (presidential  elec- 
tion; in  1884,  Democratic  (presidential  election)  in 
1880,  Republican  (presidential  election)  in  1876,  Rc- 
miblican   (presidential  elect!"" )    in  1872. 


Jack  Johnson,  Pugilist. 

Now  that  the  machinery  of  the  law  seems  intent  upon 
grinding  out  some  appropriate  Nemesis  for  the  un- 
speakable Jack  Johnson  it  might  be  well  that  civiliza- 
tion   at    large    should    reflect    upon   its   own    share    of ' 


responsibility  for  the  whole  ugly  business.  Even  the 
sporting  fraternity  of  Chicago  is  ready  to  repudiate  a 
wretch  who  has  driven  one  white  wife  to  suicide  and 
who  was  obviously  intent  upon  the  enslavement  of  a 
young  girl  hardly  out  of  her  teens  and  who  must  be 
confined  in  jail  for  her  own  safety.  Whether  Johnson 
is  actually  guilty  of  the  still  more  terrible  offenses 
classified  under  the  general  name  of  the  white  slave 
traffic  remains  to  be  seen,  but  in  any  case  the  spectacle 
is  bad  enough.  Not  only  is  the  spectacle  an  unedifying 
one.     It  is  a  disgrace  and  a  public  shame. 

After  all  it  was  the  public  that  made  Jack  Johnson, 
that  enabled  him  to  become  the  infamy  we  now  see. 
A  century  hence — let  us  hope — the  story  will  seem  to 
be  an  incredible  one,  but  we  now  know  it  to  be  true 
that  three  years  ago  this  black  beast  was  the  hero  of 
the  Anglo-Saxon  world.  He  called  forth  a  frenzy  of 
adulation  that  was  never  given  to  a  Lincoln  or  a 
Washington,  that  would  not  now  be  given  to  a  Shake- 
speare or  a  Joan  of  Arc.  For  a  single  hour  of  his 
brutalities  he  received  a  financial  reward  probably 
greater  than  that  of  all  the  poets  of  the  world  for  the 
last  fifty  years.  Special  trains  carried  his  admirers  for 
thousands  of  miles  to  sit  at  his  feet,  and  the  news- 
papers of  the  country  devoted  whole  issues  to  his  ex- 
ploits, and  apparently  believed  that  all  other  events  of 
the  day  sank  into  insignificance  in  comparison  with  a 
blow  from  this  monster's  fist. 

Therefore  it  is  easy  to  apportion  the  blame  for  the 
misdeeds  of  this  money-bloated  wretch,  who  is  now  in 
danger  of  his  life,  not  so  much  because  of  his  misdeeds 
as  because  his  popularity  has  waned.  And  Johnson's 
own  share  of  that  blame  would  not  he  so  very  large. 
When  a  human  brute,  ignorant,  besotted,  and  bestial,  is 
lionized,  almost  canonized,  corrupted  with  cheers  and 
dollars,  there  can  be  only  one  result,  and  we  see  that 
result  now  before  us.  If  Johnson  had  been  allowed  to 
remain  on  the  level  allotted  to  him  by  nature  he  might 
have  been  as  useful  as  any  other  beast  of  burden.  But 
the  public  has  made  of  him  a  monster,  and  no  amount 
of  revenge  upon  Johnson  can  remove  the  blame  from 
the  manufacturer  to  the  product. 


Editorial  Notes. 

In  the  fact  that  many  loyal  Republicans  intend  to 
vote  for  the  Democratic  presidential  nominee  there  is 
a  menace  to  the  Republican  candidates  in  the  several 
congressional  districts.  It  should  not  need  to  be  said, 
from  the  Republican  standpoint,  that  since  we  are 
likely  to  have  a  Democrat  in  the  White  House  it  is 
especially  important  that  Republicans  should  dominate 
Congress.  But  aside  from  this  consideration,  some- 
thing is  due  to  Mr.  Kahn,  Mr.  Hayes,  and  others  who 
in  Congress  and  at  home  have  resisted  various  forms 
of  pressure  applied  to  them  by  the  Progressive  bosses, 
first  in  hope  and  later  in  malice.  These  candidates 
should  be  elected  primarily  because  they  are  Repub- 
licans; they  are  especially  deserving  because  they  could 
neither  be  cajoled  nor  frightened.  Already  California, 
by  her  ingratitude  to  Mr.  Taft  and  through  a  species 
of  official  alliance  with  the  Bull-Moose  movement,  has 
weakened  her  traditional  claim  for  consideration  as  a 
Republican  state.  Who  can  say  that  it  would  not  serve 
us  right — damwellright  we  believe  is  the  classic  term — 
if  the  national  Republican  party  should  renounce  all 
affiliation  and  obligation  so  far  as  California  is  con- 
cerned? And  who,  if  to  cap  the  climax  of  ingratitude 
and  indiscretion  we  shall  now  send  a  group  of  Demo- 
crats and  Bull-Moosers  to  represent  us  in  Congress, 
can  doubt  that  just  this  will  follow?  All  the  motives 
alike  of  principle,  interest,  gratitude  for  past  favors 
and  hope  of  favors  to  come,  should  inspire  Republicans 
of  California,  even  while  casting  their  votes  for  Mr. 
Wilson,  to  have  a  care  to  vote  for  Republican  candi- 
dates for  Congress.  

There  seems  to  be  nothing  more  to  say  now  that  John 
L.  Sullivan,  ex-champion  pugilist,  has  invoked  the 
blessing  of  God  upon  Mr.  Roosevelt's  ambitions.  A 
providential  interposition  on  behalf  of  the  Bull  Moose 
is  thus  assured,  and  that  the  Colonel  felt  to  the  full 
the  value  of  this  sudden  intercession  at  the  throne  of 
grace  is  shown  by  his  prompt  telegram  of  thanks  to 
"the  old  warrior."  But  the  opponents  of  Mr.  Roose- 
velt may  well  feel  that  they  have  been  hit  below  the 
belt,  in  the  wind,  so  to  speak,  if  such  deviation  into 
the  Bull-Moose  vernacular  may  be  permitted.  For  they 
have  not  a  single  pugilist  whose  prayers  they  can 
solicit  as  an  offset  to  those  of  "John."  So  far  as  the 
prize-ring  is  concerned  they  have  not  a  single  repre- 
sentative whose  petitions  could  be  expected  to  neutral- 
ize the  heavyweight  supplications  of  Mr.  Sullivan. 


POLITICAL  COMMENT. 


The  Republican  Party. 
Roosevelt  can  not  in  his  secret  heart  hope  actually  to 
achieve  the  presidency  this  year,  but  he  does  hope,  as  the 
next  best  thing  to  be  desired,  so  to  weaken  the  Republican 
party  that  it  will  cease  to  be  one  of  the  two  great  political 
organizations  of  this  country;  that  the  Roosevelt  (so-called 
Progressive)  party  will  step  into  its  place  as  the  contestant 
with  the  Democrats  for  control  of  the  government ;  and  that 
the  remnant  of  the  Republican  party  will  surrender  to  him  at 
discretion  and  become  absorbed  by  his  new  party,  as  the  ma- 
jority of  Whigs  were  absorbed  by  the  Republican  party  at  its 
birth.  As  a  means  to  this  end,  he  is  retaining  a  foothold  in 
the  party  by  the  devices  adopted  in  California  and  Kansas 
and  attempted  with  more  or  less  success  in  other  states.  He 
would,  if  he  should  poll  a  larger  vote  than  Taft,  use  this  foot- 
hold as  a  means  of  making  good  the  assertion  that  he,  not 
Taft.  is  the  real  choice  of  the  party.  He  would  enter  into 
full  possession  and  assume  command  of  the  scattered,  dis- 
heartened ranks  of  the  army  to  which  he  has  played  false. 
*  *  *  The  wave  of  Roosevelt  sentiment  has  been  percept- 
ibly receding.  A  sure  sign  of  this  fact  is  the  bad  temper  he 
displayed  in  Portland  and  other  places  during  his  recent  tour 
and  the  abuse  he  has  heaped  on  all  who  refuse  to  follow  him 
to  Adullam.  No  man  is  more  jovial  and  amiable  when  things 
go  well  with  him ;  none  is  more  irascible  when  thev  go  wrong. 
Those  who  have  the  deepest  aversion  for  the  man  concede 
him  an  unequaled  ability  to  feel  the  public  pulse  and  to  read 
the  public  mind.  His  ill-temper  is  therefore  an  unmistakable 
symptom  of  the  inner  conviction  that  the  people  are  turning 
away  from  him  and  that  his  cause  is  hopeless.  This  being 
the  case,  Republicans  have  every  reason  to  close  their  ranks, 
to  awaken  enthusiasm  in  each  other's  breasts,  to  show  that 
they  have  not  lost  faith  in  their  party  or  its  principles.  By 
so  doing  they  may  win  back  from  the  new  party  many  who 
have  been  lured  away  by  a  belief  in  its  leader's  invincibility 
and  who  are  prone  to  swing  to  the  winning  side.  They  may 
give  pause  to  others  who  have  lent  too  ready  ear  to  the  slan- 
der that  the  old  party  is  boss-ridden  and  privilege-cankered 
and  that  its  candidate  obtained  the  nomination  by  fraud. — 
Portland  Qregonian.  

"The  Lesson." 
The  Herald's  painstaking  poll  of  straw  votes  is  more  than 
interesting;  it  is  significant,  and  it  bears  a  message  to 
patriotic  citizens.  It  would  be  ridiculous,  of  course,  to  assume 
that  percentages  are  inviolable,  that  figures  themselves  always 
tell  the  truth,  or  that  men's  minds  are  not  susceptible  to 
change,  and  the  Herald  makes  no  such  assumption.  Never- 
theless, the  results  indicated  by  its  thorough  and  wholly  un- 
prejudiced inquiries  are  accurate.     Here  is  the  summary: 

c.*  .  Running 

„  state                                                   Indicated  Plurality             Second 

New   York    Wilson,  75,000  Roosevelt 

A  ew  Jersey    Wilson,  71,000  Roosevelt 

Connecticut    Roosevelt,  16,000  Wilson 

1  ermsylvania Roosevelt,  2,500  WUson 

Delaware Wilson,  15,000  Roosevelt 

Maryland   Wilson,  41,000  Roosevelt 

Ooio   Wilson,  257,000  Taft 

Indiana Wilson,  51,000  Roosevelt 

Kentucky    Wilson,  124,000  Roosevelt 

West  Virginia   Wilson,  37.000  Roosevelt 

Wyoming    Wilson,  2,000  Taft 

The  extraordinary  strength  of  Wilson  and  the  pitiful  weak- 
ness of  Taft  indicated  are  unmistakable ;  but  so  is  the  menace 
of  Roosevelt  in  certain  highlv  important  localities.  Take 
Xew  York.    The  ballots  gathered  read  as  follows : 

For  Wilson      For  Roosevelt       For  Taft  From  Taft  to  Wilson 
1147  1011  583  300 

Suppose  no  votes  had  been  transferred  from  Taft  to  Wilson. 
The  figures  then  would  have  stood : 

For  Wilson  For  Roosevelt  For  Taft 

„      .    847  1011  883 

Indicated  plurality  for  Roosevelt,  80,000. 

Take  Connecticut.  Roosevelt's  indicated  plurality  is  16,000. 
If  no  votes  had  been  drawn  from  Taft  to  Wilson  it  would  be 
35,000. 

Upon  the  same  basis  Wilson's  denoted  plurality  in  New 
Jersey  would  be  only  31,000  and  Roosevelt's  in  Pennsylvania 
would  exceed   100,000. 

All  of  which  goes  to  show  what  we  have  been  saying  a',1 
along,  that  Roosevelt  is  very  strong  in  these  manufacturing 
states,  and  that  every  Republican  who  regards  his  defeat  as 
the  chief  desideratum  should  not  throw  away  his  vote  on 
Taft,  but  should  cast  it  directly  for  Wilson — the  only  man 
who  can  beat  Roosevelt  at  the  polls. — Harper's  Weekly. 

A  Question  of  Sincerity. 
If  Martin  Luther  had  begun  his  revolt  from  the  mother 
church  only  after  an  unsuccessful  effort  to  secure  the  papal 
crown,  could  he  have  justly  complained  if  a  shadow  of  sus- 
picion had  been  cast  over  his  sincerity  and  disinterestedness? 
Especially  if,  after  ten  days,  he  had  presented  his  converts 
with  the  complicated  creed  of  a  brand-new  sect? — John 
Snyder  in  New  York  Evening  Post. 


The  doctor  who  attended  the  Emperor  of  J>  in 
his  last  illness  is  finding  himself  in  difficulties  because 
he  will  not  satisfy  the  demands  of  that  circle  in  Tokyo 
which  still  clings  to  old  ideas  (says  a  Paris  cable  to  the 
New  York  Times).  These  persons,  who  have  been 
much  impressed  by  General  Nogi's  suicide,  demand 
that  the  doctor  also  shall  kill  himself,  but  he  declines 
to  do  so.  It  has  been  explained  to  him  that  he  will 
be  held  in  dishonor  if  he  does  not  follow  the  example 
of  Xogi,  but  all  the  persuasion  and  indignation  leave 
him  unmoved.  "It  was  not  his  fault,"  he  says,  "if  the 
emperor  died."  He  has  declared  in  several  journals 
that  he  was  unable  to  attend  the  Mikado  as  he  should 
have  done  owing  to  the  court  etiquette,  and  added  that 
if  the  emperor  had  followed  his  advice  and  abstained 
from  alcoholic  drinks  he  would  still  be  alive. 

m*»    

111  the  course  of  a  few  weeks  it  is  expected  the  elec- 
tric locomotives  in  Chicago's  Northwest  Side  freight 
yard  will  be  drawing  100  heavily  loaded  freight  cars  a 
day  over  a  mile  of  track,  shunting  them  onto  the  cor- 
rect switch,  and  sending  an  equal  number  of  emptied 
cars  back  to  the  main  line,  with  almost  no  disturbance 
to  the  residence  neighborhood  in  which  the  work  i.^ 
done.  While  the  use  of  electricity  is  common  in  pas- 
senger traffic,  this  is  the  first  time  the  current  has  been 
used  to  any  large  extent  in  switching  freight  cars. 
Doubt  as  to  the  practicability  of  using  electric  loco- 
motives in  Chicago  freight  yards  i;  '  the 
greatest  obstacle  to  electrification,  ai  by 
the  new  line  are  expected  to  help  in 
tion. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


It  is  unfortunate  that  a  certain  recklessness  of  statement 
should  so  often  be  found  in  the  company  of  enthusiasms,  and 
especially  of  religious  enthusiasms.  Of  this  we  have  an  illus- 
tration in  the  statement  of  the  Rev.  Dr.  Chambers,  an  Ameri- 
can missionary  in  Turkey,  to  the  American  missions  board. 
Dr.  Chambers  is  naturally  interested  in  the  struggle  between 
Christian  and  Moslem  and  naturally  he  hails  with  a  righteous 
joy  every  step  for  the  protection  of  his  fellow-religionists. 
But  why  does  Dr.  Chambers  say  that  "for  the  first  time  in 
history,  Moslems  have  been  executed  in  Turkey  for  the 
murder  of  Christians"?  If  he  will  take  the  trouble  to  ac- 
quaint himself  with  the  facts  as  contained  in  state  papers  of 
the  American  government  he  will  find  that  Mr.  J.  A.  Johnson, 
United  States  consul  at  Beirut,  was  publicly  congratulated  by 
the  President  of  the  United  States  for  compelling  the  execu- 
tion of  the  Turkish  murderers  of  Christians.  This  was  in 
1862.  Many  Moslems  were  executed  for  the  same  crime  after 
the  Syrian  massacres,  including  the  governor-general  of  Beirut 
and  147  notables  of  Damascus.  It  would  be  easy  to  find  still 
other  illustrations,  but  these  will  suffice.  It  seems  a  little 
incongruous  that  a  Christian  missionary  should  wish  for  the 
execution  of  any  one,  but  since  Dr.  Chambers  seems  to  have 
this  disposition  he  may  find  gratification  in  the  afore-men- 
tioned records.  If  the  Christian  subjects  of  the  Sultan  had 
shown  a  more  general  disposition  to  help  themselves  and  to 
acquit  themselves  like  men  they  would  have  afforded  a  less 
temptation   to   the  predatory  Turk. 


importances  and  essentials  we  must  have  a  conclusive  test  of 
its  power  to  kill,  for  that,  after  all,  is  the  criterion  of  perma- 
nent worth  in  our  most  Christian  civilization.  The  aeroplane 
was  used  in  the  war  between  Italy  and  Turkey,  but  only  by 
the  Italians.  There  was  no  opportunity  for  the  aerial  com- 
bats which  would  have  added  a  thrill  to  battlefields  that 
seemed  already  to  have  exhausted  the  possibilities  of  thrill. 
Meeting  with  no  opposition  of  their  own  kind,  the  Italian 
aviators  did  very  well.  One  officer  was  wounded,  but  man- 
aged to  get  safely  back  to  his  friends.  Another  was  drowned, 
while  a  third  was  compelled  to  descend  in  the  midst  of  his 
enemies  and  so  was  taken  prisoner.  Therefore  the  losses 
may  be  said  to  be  insignificant,  while  the  Italian  commanders 
speak  enthusiastically  of  the  advantages  accruing  to  them 
from  the  aeroplane.  But  conditions  will  be  very  different  in 
Turkey.  Operations  must  be  conducted  from  the  field  and 
without  the  conveniences  of  a  permanent  base.  The  ground 
is  likely  to  be  mountainous,  and  there  will  be  danger  from 
hostile  airships.     The  real  test  of  value  is  about  to  be  made. 


Mrs.  Annie  Besant,  on  her  way  from  India,  sends  a  -word 
of  warning  to  the  militant  suffragette.  It  can  hardly  be  said 
that  Mrs.  Besant's  own  career  has  been  along  the  shaded 
paths  of  life  or  that  she  has  always  practiced  a  policy  of 
submission  to  the  powers  that  be.  But  she  draws  the  line  at 
crime.  Crime  is  unjustifiable  from  the  moral  standpoint  and 
ruinous  from  the  practical.  The  Nihilist  movement  was  once, 
she  says,  one  of  pure  sacrifice.  The  Nihilists  tried  to  raise 
the  nation  by  comradeship.  Then  the  government  saw  treason 
in  self-sacrifice  and  the  Nihilist  was  thrown  into  prison  for  his 
benevolence.  Then  came  the  fatal  step  of  retaliation.  The 
Nihilists  seized  the  weapons  of  the  weak — the  bomb,  the 
dagger,  and  the  mine — and  although  they  killed  some  of  their 
oppressors  they  killed  also  their  own  movement.  Women, 
says  Mrs.  Besant,  can  win  very  easily  "by  abstaining  from  all 
engagements,  marriages,  household  guidance,  and  household 
service  until  votes  were  given,  .  .  .  but  this  last  step 
of  arson,  unless  disallowed,  will  prove  fatal."  A  similar  word 
of  warning  comes  from  Mrs.  Flora  Annie  Steele,  who  says  that 
"no  purity  of  motive  condones  a  crime." 


It  seems  that  we  have  always  something  new  to  learn 
about  the  great  men  of  the  past.  The  celebration  of  the  cen- 
tennial of  the  battle  of  Borodino  in  Russia  tempts  a  writer 
in  the  London  Times  to  reproduce  a  private  letter  describing 
a  conversation  with  the  Duke  of  Wellington.  The  duke  said 
he  was  quite  convinced  that  the  burning  of  Moscow  was  the 
result  of  accident  and  not  of  design  and  he  offered  to  show 
how  it  was  done.  He  took  a  doily  in  his  hand  and  twisted  it 
hard  into  a  sharp  point,  and  while  he  was  doing  it  he  said: 
"Every  soldier  carries  an  oil-rag  much  of  this  size  and  shape 
for  wiping  his  pan  after  he  has  fired,  and,  I  am  sorry  to  say, 
when  a  town  is  taken,  they  too  commonly  proceed  to  plunder. 
They  light  these  rags  for  flambeaux,  and  go  down  to  the 
cellars  and  vaults  to  search  for  hidden  plate  and  other  treas- 
ures. When  they  find  candles  or  better  torches  they  throw 
away  their  oil-rags,  without  taking  time  to  extinguish  them, 
and  a  more  likely  act  to  set  fire  to  a  city  mostly  built  of 
houses  of  wood  can  scarcely  be  imagined.  It  was  so  when  I 
was  at  St.  Sebastian,  and  I  am  quite  satisfied  that  Moscow 
was  burnt  in  this  manner." 


Wars  in  eastern   Europe  always  prove   an   attraction  to   the 

soldier   of    fortune,   and   it   is   said   that   quite    a   number   of 

Americans  and  English  have  already  enlisted  under  the  Cross 

or  the  Crescent.     So  the  story  told  years  ago  by  Grant  Duff 

true      T  •  ~    that     '---:~-   the   Russo-Turkish   war 

cr   to   arrange   peace  terms. 

le    presence    of   his    enemy 

I   tch  and  with  the  exclama- 


More  boys  than  girls  are  born  every  year,  but  every  cen- 
sus return  shows  that  there  are  more  women  than  men.  The 
apparent  contradiction  is  explained  by  the  theory  that  women 
are  much  more  tenacious  of  life  than  men,  that  they  have 
tougher  organisms  and  are  less  likely  to  succumb  to  disease. 
Men  are  prodigal  of  vital  force,  whereas  women  conserve  it, 
and  as  a  result  women  will  often  recover  from  ailments  that 
are  fatal  to  men.  A  woman  of  forty  has  seventy-eight 
chances  to  one  against  dying  within  the  year,  while  the 
chances  of  a  man  are  only  forty-nine  to  one.  These  figures 
are  based  upon  English  actuarial  tables,  but  they  are  sustained 
by  calculations  in  other  countries.  An  English  sociologist, 
writing  in  the  London  Standard,  calculates  that  it  is  esti- 
mated that  if  1000  men  and  1000  women,  each  of  average 
weight  and  build  and  practically  equal  training,  were  armed 
and  equipped  for  battle,  and  started  on  a  long  forced  march, 
probably  90  per  cent  of  the  men  would  react)  their  destination. 
Of  the  remaining  10  per  cent  six  would  die  from  exhaustion 
and  four  recover.  On  the  other  hands,  only  75  per  cent  of 
the    women    would    complete    the   march,    but    none   would    die. 


The    war    in    the    Balkans    is    likely    definitely    to    settle    the 

roplanc  in  military  operations.     And  there  will 

I   anxiety   to   see   it   settled.     The  aeroplane  as  an 

peaceful    civilization    is    all    very    well    in    its    way. 

y    it    compels    our    admiration    and    as    an    utility 

lul   before   it   can  take  its  place  among  the  real 


The  children  of  Paris  have  done  something  to  express  their 
debt  of  gratitude  to  Charles  Perrault,  who  gave  them  the  best 
of  the  classical  fairy  stories  that  they  now  possess.  Two 
hundred  years  ago  the  stories  of  Puss  in  Boots,  Bluebeard, 
and  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  were  to  be  found  only  in  out-of- 
the-way  corners  of  France  and  in  the  country  patois  of  the 
nurses.  Perrault  rescued  them  and  then  told  them  again  in 
language  so  admirable  as  to  make  them  immortal.  He  did 
for  the  children  of  France  what  Hans  Andersen  and  the 
brothers  Grimm  did  for  children  elsewhere,  and  so  he  may 
be  said  well  to  deserve  the  statue  that  has  just  been  erected 
to  him  in  the  gardens  of  the  Tuileries. 


Professor  Hugo  Munsterberg,  waiting  in  the  Atlantic, 
reminds  us  that  the  women  of  Germany  once  occupied  a  much 
higher  status  than  they  do  now  and  that  the  feminist  move- 
ment in  Germany  is  an  effort  to  recover  lost  ground.  In 
mediaeval  Germany  every  cultural  interest  was  left  to  the 
women  and  to  the  church,  and  the  superiority  of  women  was 
acknowledged  by  men,  who  considered  it  unmanly  to  learn 
anything  from  books.  In  the  sixteenth  century  the  German 
woman  was  considered  to  be  decidedly  the  equal  of  man 
and  not  until  the  seventeenth  century  did  she  begin  to  lose 
ground  before  the  educational  rivalry  of  the  other  sex. .  It 
would  seem  from  Professor  Munsterberg's  narrative  that  at 
the  time  when  feminine  superiority  was  most  generally  ad- 
mitted in  Germany  it  owed  nothing  to  political  influence  or 
power  and  everything  to  intellectual  and  moral  culture. 
Whether  the  same  status  can  now  be  regained  by  the  ballot- 
box  remains  to  be  seen.  Some  one  said  recently  that  if 
women  persisted  in  demanding  the  curse  of  the  vote  they 
would  deserve  to  be  debarred  from  everything  that  the  vote 
can  not  confer.  It  was  a  harsh  judgment,  but  probably  there 
are  few  women  who   realize  how  harsh  it  was. 


The  Rome  correspondent  of  the  London  Standard  gives 
some  surprising  particulars  of  the  discoveries  that  have  been 
made  in  the  effort  to  excavate  the  vast  baths  of  Caracalla 
that  have  lain  hidden  under  200,000  cubic  meters  of  earth. 
It  has  been  said  that  tbe  Roman  baths  were  like  provinces, 
and  certainly  nothing  like  the  baths  of  Caracalla  and  of 
Diocletian  are  now  to  be  found  anywhere  in  civilization.  In 
this  latest  excavation  it  has  been  found  that  underneath  the 
baths  proper  was  a  subterranean  city  consisting  of  over  4000 
yards  of  vast  galleries  used  by  the  slaves  and  attendants  and 
for  marvelous  hydraulic,  heating,  and  ventilating  systems. 
The  drainage  is  described  as  splendid,  and  we  are  told  that 
but  for  the  rise  in  the  level  of  the  river  Tiber,  which  makes 
it  impossible  sufficiently  to  slope  the  pipes,  these  same  drains 
could  still  be  used.  An  integral  part  of  the  ancient  baths 
was  a  fine  library  comparable  in  size  and  equipment  only  with 
those  of  Pergamos  and  Timgad,  with  niches  for  statues,  a 
platform  for  readers,  and  galleries  for  the  use  of  attendants 
in  search  of  books.  Among  the  statues  that  have  been  un- 
earthed is  one  of  Apollo,  one  of  Bacchus  Alcamenes,  and 
some  lesser  works,  but  the  greatest  discovery  of  all  is  the 
nearly  complete  fragments  of  a  beautiful  statue  of  Venus 
Anadyomene  with  arms  upraised.  The  head  is  missing,  but 
Professor  Valle  believes  that  it  represents  a  great  Greek 
masterpiece  and  one  of  the  most  important  finds  of  late 
years.  Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn. 


The  famous  old  Arlington  Hotel  in  Washington  is 
being  razed,  and  the  tearing  down  of  this  famous 
hostelry  marks  the  passing  of  a  landmark.  It  was  once 
the  rendezvous  of  some  of  the  most  notable  figures  in 
the  history  of  the  world.  Until  President  McKinley's 
time  practically  all  the  Presidents  of  the  United  States 
stopped  at  the  Arlington  Hotel  prior  to  their  inaugura- 
tion. President  Cleveland  walked  from  this  hotel 
across  Lafayette  Square  to  the  White  House  when  he 
became  President  of  the  United  States.  Years  ago  the 
hotel  was  the  headquarters  of  the  Republican  National 
Committee  and  was  the  conference  ground  for  poli- 
ticians, a  distinction  which  it  maintained  up  to  the  mo- 
ment of  its  closing. 


Along  the  Kentish  coast  in  England  a  number  of 
persons  formerly  engaged  in  fishing  have  found  it  a 
more  lucrative  calling  to  gather  seaweeds  for  the  Lon- 
don milliners.  Indicative  of  the  extent  to  which  this 
industry  is  carried  on  is  the  fact  that  companies  have 
now  been  organized  that  trawl  for  the  algae. 


OLD  FAVORITES. 


William  A.  Peffer,  at  one  time  widely  mentioned  as 
the  Populist  senator  from  Kansas,  died  a  few  days  ago 
at  Grenola,  aged  eighty-two.  He  had  been  for  several 
years  editor  of  the  Kansas  Fanner. 


The  Covenanter's  Battle-Chant. 
To  battle;  to  battle! 

To    slaughter    and    strife ! 
t  For    a    sad,    broken    covenant 

We  barter  poor  life. 
The  great  God  of  ludah 

Shall  smite  with  our  hand, 
And  break  down  the  idols 

That  cumber  the  land. 
Uplift  every  voice 

In  prayer  and  in  song; 
Remember  the  battle 

Is  not  to  the  strong. 
Lo,  the  Ammonites  thicken ! 

And  onward  they  come, 
To  the  vain  noise  of  trumpet, 

Of  cymbal  and  drum. 
They  haste  to  the  onslaught, 

With  hagbut  and  spear; 
They  lust  for  a  banquet 

That's   deathful    and   dear. 
Now  horseman  and  footman 

Sweep  down  the  hillside; 
They  come,  like  fierce  Pharaohs, 

To  die  in  their  pride ! 
See,  long  plume  and  pennon 

Stream  gay  in  the  air ! 
They  are  given  us  for  slaughter, 

Shall  God's  people  spare? 
Nay,  nay;  lop  them  off — 

Friend,  father,  and  son ; 
All  earth  is  athirst  till 

The  good  work  be  done. 
Brace  tight  every  buckler, 

And  lift  high  the  sword ! 
For  biting  must  blades  be 

That  fight  for  the  Lord. 
Remember,  remember, 

How  saints'  blood  was  shed, 
As  free  as  the  rain,  and 

Homes  desolate  made  ! 
Among  them — among  them  ! 

Unburied  bones  cry : 
Avenge  us — or,   like  us 

Faith's  true  martyrs  die! 
Hew,  hew  down  the  spoilers  !* 

Slay  on,  and  spare  none; 
Then   shout  forth   in   gladness, 

Heaven's  battle  is  won. 

— William  Motherzcell. 
♦ 

To  the  Lord  General  Cromwell. 
Cromwell,   our  chief  of  men,   who  through  a  cloud 
Not  of  war  only,  but  detractions  rude, 
Guided  by  faith  and  matchless  fortitude. 
To  peace  and  truth  thy  glorious  way  hast  plowed, 
And  on  the  neck  of  crowned  fortune  proud 

Hast  reared  God's  trophies,  and  his  work  pursued, 
While  Darwen  stream  with  blood  of  Scots  imbrued, 
And  Dunbar  field  resounds  thy  praises  loud, 
And   Worcester's   laureate   wreath.      Yet  much   remains 
To   conquer   still;    peace  hath   her  victories 
No  less  renowned  than  war.     New  foes  arise 
Threatening  to  bind  our  souls  with  secular  chains. 
Help  us  to  save  free  conscience  from  the  paw 
Of  hireling  wolves,  whose  gospel  is  their  maw. 

* — John  Milton. 

Naseby. 
Oh !  wherefore  come  ye  forth  in  triumph  from  the  north, 

With  your  hands,  and  your  feet,  and  your  raiment  all  red? 
And  wherefore  doth  your  rout  send  forth  a  joyous  shout? 

And  whence  be  the  grapes  of  the  wine-press  that  ye  tread  ? 
Oh !  evil  was  the  root,  and  bitter  was  the  fruit, 

And  crimson  was  the  juice  of  the  vintage  that  we  trod; 
For  we  trampled  on  the  throng  of  the  haughty  and  the  strong, 

Who  sate  in  the  high  places  and  slew  the  saints  of  God. 
It  was  about  the  noon  of  a  glorious  day  of  June 

That  we  saw  their  banners  dance  and  their  cuirasses  shine, 
And  the  man  of  blood  was  there,  with  his  long  essenced  hair, 

And  Astley,  and  Sir  Marmaduke,  and  Rupert  of  the  Rhine. 
Like  a  servant  of  the  Lord,  with  his  Bible  and  his  sword, 

The  general  rode  along  us  to  form  us  for  the  fight ; 
When  a  murmuring  sound  broke  out,  and  swelled  into  a  shout 

Among  the  godless  horsemen  upon  the  tyrant's  right. 
And  hark !  like  the  roar  of  the  billows  on  the  shore, 

The  cry  of  battle  rises  along  their  charging  line; 
For  God  !  for  the  cause  !  for  the  Church  !  for  the  laws  ! 

For  Charles,  King  of  England,  and  Rupert  of  the  Rhine. 
The  furious  German  comes,  with  his  clarions  and  his  drums, 

His  bravos  of  Alsatia  and  pages  of  Whitehall 
They  are  bursting  on  our  flanks  !      Grasp  your  pikes !      Close 
your  ranks ! 

For  Rupert  never  comes  but  to  conquer  or  to  fall. 
They  are  here — they  rush  on — we  are  broken — we  are  gone — 

Our  left  is  borne  before  them  like  stubble  on  the  blast. 
O  Lord,  put  forth  Thy  might!     O  Lord,  defend  the  right! 

Stand  back  to  back,  in  God's  name !  and  fight  it  to  the  last ! 
Stout  Skippen  hath  a  wound — the  centre  hath  given  ground. 

Hark !  hark  !  what  means  the  trampling  of  horsemen  on  our 
rear? 
Wbose  banner  do  I  see,  boys  ?    'Tis  he  !  thank  God  !  'tis  he,  boys  ! 

Bear  up  another  minute.     Brave  Oliver  is  here  ! 
Their  heads  are  stooping  low,  their  points  all   in   a  row  ; 

Like  a  whirlwind  on  the  trees,  like  a  deluge  on  the  dikes, 
Our  cuirassiers  have  burst  on  the  ranks  of  the  accursed, 

And  at  a  shock  have  scattered  the  forest  of  his  pikes. 
Fast,  fast,  the  gallants  ride,  in  some  safe  nook  to  hide 

Their  coward  heads,  predestined  to  rot  on  Temple  Bar: 
And  he — he  turns!  he  flies!     Shame  on  those  cruel  eyes 

That  bore  to  look  on  torture,  and  dare  not  look  on  war. 
Ho,  comrades,  scour  the  plain;  and  ere  ye  strip  the  slain, 

First  give  another  stab  to  make  your  search  secure ; 
Then  shake  from  sleeves  and  pockets  their  broad-pieces  and 
lockets, 

The  tokens  of  the  wanton,  the  plunder  of  the  poor. 
Fools  !  your  doublets   shone   with  gold,  and  your  hearts  were 
gay  and  bold, 

When  you  kissed  your  lily  hands  to  your  lemans  today  ; 
And  tomorrow  shall  the  fox,  from  her  chambers  in  the  rocks, 

Lead  forth  her  tawny  cubs  to  howl  above  the  prey. 
Where  be  your  tongues,  that  late  mocked  at  heaven,  and  hell, 
and   fate? 

And  the  fingers  that  once  were  so  busy  with  your  blades? 
Your  perfumed  satin  clothes,  your  catches  and  your  oaths  ? 

Your  stage-plays  and  your  sonnets,  your  diamonds  and  your 
spades  ? 
Down  !  down  !  forever  down,  with  the  mitre  and  the  crown  ! 

With  the  Belial  of  the  court,  and  the  Mammon  of  the  Pope! 
There  is  woe  in  Oxford  halls,  there  is  wail  in  Durham's  stalls  ; 

The  Jesuit  smites  his  bosom,  the  bishop  rends  his  cope. 
And  she  of  the  seven  hills  shall  mourn  her  children's  ills, 

And    tremble   when   she   thinks   on   the    edge   of   England's 
sword  ; 
And  the  kings  of  earth  in  fear  shall  shudder  when  they  hear 

What  the  hand  of  God  hath  wrought  for  the  hous«*~. ," _., 
word!  — Thomas  Babington  -1 


November  2,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


277 


"THE  DAUGHTER  OF  HEAVEN." 


New  York  Finds  the  Translated  Tragedy  by  Pierre  Loti  and 
Judith  Gamier  Merely  a  Gorgeous  Spectacle. 


I  have  learned  by  sad  experience  to  temper  my  first- 
night  enthusiasms  or  resentments.  What  the  critics 
say  about  a  new  play  on  the  morning  after  very  often 
has  little  effect  on  the  public.  The  production  may  be 
critically  condemned,  not  in  heat  but  in  the  strong  light 
of  cold  analysis,  and  in  spite  of  this  the  people  may 
continue  to  go  to  see  it  and  make  it  a  financial  success. 
And  being  a  financial  success  is  measurable  consolation 
for  being  an  alleged  artistic  failure.  You  should  have 
been  told  last  week  all  about — I  was  going  to  write 
"Pierre  Loti  and  Judith  Gautier's  tragedy,"  but  it  will 
be  better  to  say — "The  Daughter  of  Heaven,"  as  pre- 
sented at  the  Century  Theatre  for  the  first  time  on  any 
stage.  I  saw  it  the  Monday  evening  following  its  pro- 
duction on  Saturday,  but  I  found  little  of  real  theatrical 
illusion  in  it,  and  was  reluctant  to  set  down  on  paper 
my  first  impressions.  When  such  a  consummate  literary 
artist  as  Pierre  Loti  has  written  a  poetical  tragedy, 
with  the  Oriental  background  and  atmosphere  which 
are  his  especial  delights,  and  when  the  Lieblers  have 
spent  more  than  a  small  fortune  and  nearly  a  year's 
time  in  preparing  for  its  representation,  the  subject  is 
not  one  to  be  dismissed  with  a  sentence  or  hastily 
judged.  Last  night  I  saw  the  spectacle — that  is  the 
only  word  for  it — again,  and  while  I  marked  much  im- 
provement it  still  seemed  to  me  a  wofully  misguided 
affair  in  almost  every  way.  It  is  not  possible  to  praise 
the  piece  as  serious  drama. 

Pierre  Loti's  autobiographical  tales,  with  their  won- 
derful creations  of  foreign  scenes,  aspects  of  inanimate 
nature  and  of  personal  moods,  are  not  strange  to  Amer- 
ican readers.  In  the  galaxy  of  brilliant  French  writers 
of  the  age  his  star  has  shone  conspicuous  and  tranquil 
for  years.  When  it  was  known  that  he  had  written, 
in  collaboration  with  Judith  Gautier,  daughter  of  an- 
other famous  novelist,  a  tragedy  for  the  stage,  it  re- 
quired no  press  agent  to  stir  factitious  interest.  And 
yet  it  need  not  have  been  assumed  that  the  work  would 
be  certain  of  success  in  the  theatre.  Several  great 
poets  have  written  tragedies  that  are  not  actable,  and 
they  wrote  them  in  English  blank  verse,  reauiring  no 
translation.  "The  Daughter  of  Heaven"  was  written 
in  French,  and  it  has  been  rendered  into  English  by 
one  George  Egerton.  Most  of  its  poetry,  its  distinc- 
tion of  phrase  and  melody  of  movement,  have  evapo- 
rated in  the  change.  It  is  no  longer  a  thing  of  lite- 
rary charm.  But  even  with  this  excuse  there  are  still 
faults  of  dramatic  construction  that  lie  deeper  than 
mere  diction.  Especially  serious  is  the  unconvincing 
presentment  of  the  Oriental  conception  of  duty  in  the 
final  catastrophe,  which  requires  a  defeated  queen  to 
refuse  the  throne  offered  her  by  the  victorious  emperor, 
who  is  the  man  she  loves,  and  to  die  in  obedience  to  a 
vow  made  long  before  and  now  utterly  futile. 

One  sentence,  after  all,  tells  most  that  can  be  said  in 
favor  of  the  Century  Theatre  production — it  is  a  mag- 
nificently appointed  spectacle.  There  are  nearly  a 
dozen  scenes,  set  with  an  infinity  and  richness  of  de- 
tail, that  outdo  almost  anything  of  the  kind  in  these 
days  of  sumptuous  settings  and  studied  realism.  The 
first  view  disclosed  when  the  curtain  rises — a  river  in 
the  foreground  with  moonlight  dancing  on  its  ripples, 
bearing  a  boat  on  which  a  Chinese  lover  sings  to  his 
fair  companion ;  in  the  background  white-capped  hills 
— introduces  the  spectator  to  the  country,  the  time,  the 
flavor  of  the  story.  Next,  a  room  in  the  emperor's 
palace  in  Peking,  presents  the  hero,  the  Manchu  sover- 
eign. Then,  after  a  scene  on  the  road  to  Nanking,  is 
shown  a  wonderful  peach  orchard  in  bloom,  with  live 
peacocks  posing  in  the  sunshine,  and  here  the  empress, 
head  of  the  Mings,  is  seen,  and  the  Manchu  emperor, 
her  deadly  foe,  who  has  come  to  her  court  in  disguise, 
looks  in  her  eyes  and  discovers  she  is  the  beautiful 
woman  of  his  dreams. 

There  has  been,  of  course,  long  years  of  feud  be- 
tween the  factions.  Really,  had  the  Mings  been  willing 
to  learn  what  a  good  fellow  the  Manchu  emperor  was, 
they  might  have  reconciled  themselves  to  his  rule. 
But  one  and  all  they  had  sworn  to  die  rather  than  sub- 
mit. "While  the  disguised  emperor,  now  a  lover,  is  in 
the  Ming  court  his  army  approaches  Nanking  to  lay 
siege,  and  he  is  obliged  to  hurry  away.  The  Manchus 
are  victorious.  They  sweep  everything  before  them 
and  batter  down  the  walls  of  the  palace  within  which 
the  empress  incites  her  soldiers  to  deeds  of  dauntless 
courage  all  in  vain.  Defeated,  the  Mings  build  funeral 
pyres  and  hurl  themselves  into  the  flames  to  avoid  cap- 
ture by  their  enemies.  The  empress  escapes  by  a 
secret  way,  but  only  after  long  urging  by  her  minister, 
who  asserts  that  all  is  not  yet  lost.  But  she  is  cap- 
tured and  brought  before  the  Manchu  emperor,  to 
recognize  in  him  the  one  who  had  wooed  her  in  another 
semblance  in  her  own  garden.  The  emperor  pardons 
her  and  leads  her  to  his  own  throne-room.  There,  on 
the  throne  which  he  implores  her  to  share,  she  denies 
his  prayer,  asserts  the  necessity  of  compliance  with  her 
vow  of  death,  and  drinks  the  poison  which  he  furnishes 
at  her  command.  The  final  curtain  falls  upon  this 
scene. 

Last  season's  "The  Garden  of  Allah"  at  the  Century 
Theatre  was  also  a  spectacle,  but  only  one  of  its  scenes, 
that  of  the  garden  of  Count  Anteoni,  is  to  be  compared 
in  impressiveness  with  any  of  a  half-dozen  beautiful 
settings  in  this  Chinese  pseudo-historical  romance. 
The    Production   ;s    almost   too   glittering.     Its    scores 


upon  scores  of  bright  new  costumes,  brave  with  gleam- 
ing armor  and  flashing  blades,  with  tapestried  banners 
and  gold  and  silver  pennants,  are  more  dazzling  than 
any  pageant  not  meant  alone  for  show.  There  are 
carved  walls  and  rare  art  furnishings  of  all  kinds,  often 
blazing  with  jewels,  reflecting  the  glare  of  golden 
torches,  and  in  the  flower-decked  gardens  and  out-door 
spaces  natural  blooms  are  pale  in  the  contrast  of  garish 
foliage  and  lattice-work  in  the  flat,  raw  colors  of  the 
scene-painters'  studio.  All  is  Oriental  in  fact,  genuine 
furnishings  brought  from  China,  without  regard  for 
cost.  Among  the  supernumeraries  there  are  many  Chi- 
nese, stolid  and  mechanical  in  demeanor,  frequently 
detracting  from  the  effectiveness  of  the  stage  picture 
rather  than  adding  to  its  appeal.  In  fact,  the  human 
figures  on  the  stage  are  dwarfed  by  their  surroundings. 
Even  the  leading  actors  find  it  impossible  to  sustain 
the  gloomy  dignity  of  the  story. 

Viola  Allen  is  the  "Daughter  of  Heaven,"  the  em- 
press who  can  not  be  turned  from  her  self-chosen  tragic 
doom.  I  confess  an  admiration  of  long  holding  for 
Miss  Allen,  though  founded  on  the  achievements  of  the 
some  time  past,  but  I  can  not  justly  declare  her  to  be 
the  ideal  heroine  of  Loti's  fateful  poem.  She  looks 
the  part  much  better  than  she  reads  the  lines.  The 
heights  and  the  depths  of  its  passion  do  not  move  her. 
Basil  Gill,  an  English  actor,  is  the  Manchu  emperor, 
and  his  bearing  is  in  keeping  with  the  character,  but  he 
is  cold  and  stilted.  There  is  no  ardor  of  expression 
in  his  crucial  experiences.  In  the  long  cast  there  are 
only  two  or  three  names  that  assert  familiar  experience 
with  stately  plays,  and  were  there  more  of  poetic 
strength  in  the  speeches  of  the  actors  it  would  be  lost. 

In  other  words,  you  can  buy  almost  anything  with 
money  except  health  and  capacity.  It  is  capacity  that 
is  conspicuously  lacking  in  the  stage  presentment.  No- 
body will  know  just  what  Pierre  Loti  himself  thinks 
of  the  American  managers'  work  with  his  tragedy.  He 
came  from  France  to  see  the  production,  and,  it  is  said, 
advised  with  the  stage  directors.  He  may  be  pleased 
with  the  pictures,  but  he  can  not  be  charmed  by  the 
telling  of  his  tragic  story.  Yet  "The  Daughter  of 
Heaven"  may  have  a  life  of  some  length.  The  higher- 
priced  seats  have  been  empty  most  of  the  time  and  the 
management  announces  a  reduction  which  may  have 
a  stimulating  effect.  When  all  is  said  and  done,  how- 
ever, it  must  be  admitted  that  the  piece  is  not  worth 
what  it  has  cost.  Had  its  embellishments  been  less 
expensive,  and  its  literary  and  acting  values  been  more 
understanding^  developed,  there  would  have  been  a 
more  cheering  verdict.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  October  23,  1912. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


In  the  thirteenth  and  fourteenth  centuries  in  Paris 
the  wine  of  Montmartre  was  as  celebrated  and  as  popu- 
lar with  connoisseurs  as  Chateau  Yquem  is  today,  and 
the  dingy  Rue  de  la  Goutte  d'Or,  now  the  resort  of  the 
Apache,  takes  its  name  from  the  Montmartre  wine  of 
the  best  quality.  In  fact,  this  particular  vintage  was 
so  renowned  that  it  was  the  custom  for  Paris  to  present 
four  casks  of  it  to  the  King  of  France  on  each  anni- 
versary of  his  coronation.  In  1214  an  international 
wine  exhibition  was  held  in  Paris.  Spain,  Portugal, 
Greece,  Italy,  and  France  sent  their  best  vintages. 
The  reigning  king,  Philippe  Auguste,  presided  himself 
over  the  judging  committee,  and  after  a  fair  and  ex- 
haustive test  the  jury  declared  the  wine  of  Cyprus  to 
be  king  of  the  wines,  the  Malaga  was  proclaimed  vice- 
roy, and  the  Goutte  d'Or  vintage  was  one  of  the  three 
dukes,  the  others  being  the  Malvoisie  and  the  Alicante. 
It  was  this  very  success  of  the  wine  of  Paris  which 
worked  its  downfall.  Those  who  had  hitherto  culti- 
vated other  crops  decided  to  grow  nothing  but  wines  in 
future,  and  planted  them  indiscriminately,  without  re- 
gard to  the  nature  of  the  soil.  The  result  was  a  gradual 
degeneration  in  the  quality  of  the  wines,  and  with  their 
lost  reputation  the  cultivation  of  the  vine  was  finally 
abandoned  altogether. 


More  men  enlisted  as  bluejackets  in  the  navy  at  the 
recruiting  stations  in  New  York  City  in  the  week  of 
the  big  naval  review  than  during  any  other  week  but 
one  since  the  Spanish-American  War.  There  were 
more  than  300  applicants,  and  the  increase  in  the  num- 
ber of  enlistments  is  timely,  for  immediately  after  the 
great  review  five  destroyers  were  put  in  reserve  because 
of  the  shortage  of  men.  Not  since  the  cruise  around 
the  world  in  1909  has  the  navy  been  up  to  the  full 
strength  in  number  of  men.  The  shortage  at  present 
is  slightly  less  than  5000,  which  includes  the  4000  addi- 
tional men  authorized  by  the  last  Congress.  Navy  De- 
partment officials  say  that  the  new  dreadnoughts  require 
so  many  men  that  it  would  be  impossible  to  furnish 
crews  for  all  ships  now  in  reserve,  even  if  the  number 
of  enlisted  men  were  up  to  the  limit. 


One  occupation  by  which  a  score  of  Britons  are  said 
to  earn  their  livelihood  is  that  of  "poking  fires."  By 
the  rabbinical  law  no  Jew  is  allowed  to  kindle  or  mend 
any  fire  on  the  Sabbath,  and  in  certain  places  in  Eng- 
land where  Jews  are  very  numerous  this  prohibition 
makes  it  necessary  that  persons  shall  be  employed  from 
sunset  on  Friday  to  the  same  hour  on  Saturday  in  going 
from  house  to  house  lighting  fires  and  lamps  and  at- 
tending them. 

Among  the  regular  students  at  American  colleges  and 
universities  during  the  year  1911-12  were  4856  from 
foreign  lands. 


Mrs.  Belva  Ann  Lockwood,  candidate  for  President 
on  the  Equal  Rights  Party  ticket  in  1884,  and  the  first 
woman  admitted  to  the  bar  of  the  Supreme  Court,  has 
just  celebrated  her  eighty-second  birthday  at  her  home 
in  Washington. 

W.  F.  Lloyd,  conservator  of  forests  in  Siam,  has  been 
authorized  bv  King  George  of  England  to  accept  and 
wear  the  insignia  of  the  Order  of  the  White  Elephant, 
third  class.  This  mark  of  distinction  was  recently  con- 
ferred on  Mr.  Lloyd  by  the  King  of  Siam. 

Gaston  Strobino,  who  won  third  place  for  the  United 
States  in  the  Marathon  race  at  the  Olympic  games  in 
Sweden,  is  an  employee  of  the  shops  of  Paterson,  New 
Jersey.  Strobino  was  born  in  Switzerland  of  French 
parents.  He  was  broueht  to  America  when  eight  years 
old.     He  is  now  twenty-one. 

John  Archer,  Jr.,  who  has  been  honored  by  the 
presentation  of  a  four-year  course  in  medicine  in  the 
University  of  Pennsylvania,  received  the  gift  because 
Dean  Pepper  accidentally  discovered  that  the  young 
man's  great-grandfather  was  the  first  graduate  of  the 
university  medical  school.  Archer  is  twenty-two  years 
old  and  a  graduate  of  Vanderbilt  University. 

Fong  Ukiah,  representative  of  SO, 000  Chinese  in  this 
country  to  the  congress  of  the  new  republic,  is  the  pre- 
siding officer  of  the  Six  Companies  of  San  Francisco. 
He  is  a  native  of  Sacramento,  California,  born  in  1871. 
His  father  was  one  of  the  first  Chinese  immigrants  to 
this  country,  arriving  in  1849.  Fong  is  one  of  the  six 
representatives  in  the  recently  created  national  govern- 
ing body  from  foreign  lands  where  the  Chinese  have 
located.  He  will  leave  within  the  week,  as  the  con- 
gress opens  on  December  10. 

Marvin  Hughitt,  president  of  the  Chicago  and  North- 
western Railroad  from  1887  until  1910,  and  now  chair- 
man of  its  board  of  directors,  began  active  life  when  a 
boy  as  a  telegraph  operator  at  Utica,  New  York.  He 
has  been  with  the  Chicago  and  Northwestern  for  forty- 
one  years,  and  in  spite  of  his  seventy-five  years  is  a  , 
hard  worker,  looks  fifteen  years  younger  than  he  is,  and 
is  as  active  as  he  looks.  During  his  trips  over  the  line 
in  his  business-like  private  car  he  is  keen  to  observe 
anything  amiss  with  the  roadbed  or  the  rolling  stock. 

Arthur  Bailly-Blanchard,  who  has  just  arrived  in 
Japan  as  secretary  of  the  United  States  embassy,  has 
had  a  long  diplomatic  career,  beginning  as  private  sec- 
retary to  the  minister  to  France  in  1885.  He  was  the 
United  States  delegate  to  the  Sanitary  Conference  in 
Paris  last  year,  with  rank  of  minister  plenipotentiary. 
Since  he  entered  the  diplomatic  service  the  greater  part 
of  his  life  has  been  spent  in  France,  where  his  efforts 
were  well  received.  At  various  times  during  1910  and 
the  following  year  he  acted  as  American  charge 
d'affaires  in  Paris. 

Sazanama  Iwaya,  the  Japanese  Hans  Christian  An- 
derson, studied  in  Germany  as  a  young  man,  intending 
to  take  up  the  career  of  a  physician.  He  has  a  thor- 
ough command  of  German,  and  has  translated  many 
stories  for  the  young.  He  is  also  the  founder  of  the 
Otogi  Shibai,  or  theatre  for  children,  and  for  several 
years  has  been  responsible  for  entertainments  given  on 
Sunday  afternoons  at  the  Yuraju-za,  where  Japanese 
and  European  fairy  tales  were  played.  Due  to  his 
efforts  a  new  reading  public  has  been  created  in  Japan. 
His  home  is  in  Tokyo. 

The  Right  Hon.  Herbert  Henry  Asquith  is  one  of  the 
veterans  of  the  present  British  cabinet.  He  was  born 
in  Yorkshire  sixty-one  years  ago.  His  age  is  exceeded 
only  by  Lord  Morley  and  Mr.  Birrell.  The  cabinet  is 
distinguished  by  the  youthfulness  of  its  members,  of 
whom  eight  are  still  on  the  right  side  of  fifty.  Mr. 
Churchill,  who  is  the  youngest,  is  only  thirty-seven. 
Lord  Beauchamp  is  forty,  Mr.  Herbert  Samuel  forty- 
one,  Mr.  Walter  Runciman  a  year  older,  and  Colonel 
Seely  forty-four.  Messrs.  George,  Harcourt,  and  Mc- 
Kenan  are  all  forty-nine. 

Dr.  George  K.  Fortescue,  for  forty-two  years  in 
active  service  at  the  British  Museum,  has  closed  his 
official  career  with  the  institution.  Since  1899  he  has 
been  keeper  of  its  printed  books.  During  his  long  con- 
nection with  the  museum  he  has  seen  2,000,000  volumes 
added  to  its  library.  Dr.  Fortescue  was  born  in  1847. 
He  finished  his  education,  begun  in  private,  at  Harlow 
College.  Several  books  have  come  from  his  pen,  the 
last  being  "Napoleon  and  the  Consulate."  He  devotes 
much  of  his  spare  time  to  collecting  European  butter- 
flies, and  has  one  of  the  finest  private  assortments  in 
England. 

Jose  Carlos  de  Carvalho,  who  recently  came  to  this 
country  to  perfect  arrangements  with  the  University 
of  Pennsylvania  to  lead  an  expedition  of  scientists  to 
the  head  waters  of  the  Amazon,  is  a  rear-admiral  of  the 
Brazilian  navy,  and  the  most  noted  explorer  south  of 
the  equator.  In  the  undertaking  at  hand  he  represents 
his  government.  He  became  a  world-prominent  figure 
in  1910,  when  he  put  down  the  mutiny  in  the  Brazilian 
navy  single-handed.  The  sailors  demanded  instant  re- 
forms, locked  their  officers  up.  and  trained  the  guns  of 
the  fleet  on  Rio  de  Janeiro.  With  his  newly  signed 
admiral's    commission    in    his    pocket,  went 

aboard   the  Sao  Paulo  alone,  addre 
vigorously   and   to   the   point.     The  over. 

Later  he  secured  the  navy  reforms  s< 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


THE  CATASTROPHE. 


When  Propinquity  Conquered  Inherited  Antagonisms. 


Lady  Tabitha  was  no  longer  young;  was,  in  short, 
an  old  cat.  To  the  most  casual  observer,  it  was  pain- 
fully evident  that  she  had  but  one  life  to  live.  At  least, 
she  looked  as  if  she  had  died  eight  times.  Lady 
Tabitha  was  not  bred  in  the  purple;  her  common  origin 
was  indisputable  in  the  light  of  her  luxurious  surround- 
ings. Her  foster  mother  was  so  sensitive  on  the  sub- 
ject that  she  wouldn't  let  Omar  be  read  aloud  in  the 
poor  thing's  presence,  much  less  have  a  Persian  rug 
in  the  place. 

If  the  truth  must  be  told,  and  one  might  as  well  give 
up  writing  fiction  unless  he  tell  the  truth,  Lady  Tabitha 
first  saw  the  light  of  day  in  a  coal  cellar.  The  tender- 
hearted little  tough  who  was  bribed  of  a  red  cent, 
brand  new  and  untainted,  to  play  the  part  of  drown- 
man,  dipped  his  grimy  paw  of  fate  into  the  gunnysack 
and  saved  her  alive,  ere  demanding  of  her  nine  squirm- 
ing brothers  and  sisters  that  they  die  the  pleasantest 
of  deaths,  give  up  their  eighty  and  one  ghosts  into  the 
safe-keeping  of  David  Jones  his  capacious  locker.  The 
gamin  in  question  gave  the  then  unbaptized  Lady 
Tabitha  to  his  best  girl;  his  best  girl  gave  her  to  her 
best  fellow ;  he,  in  turn,  gave  her  to  his  best  girl. 

Little  Marjorie  Warburton  went  alone — happy  be- 
cause alone  as  the  veriest  gutter-snipess — to  get  her- 
self a  box  of  "bongbong."  Her  governess  who  made 
her  call  candy  bongbong  was  down  sick  abed  with  hay 
fever.  Her  nurse  had  eloped  with  the  footman  with- 
out either  of  them  giving  fair  warning.  Her  mother 
was  distraught — whatever  that  means.  None  of  the 
rest  of  the  servants  would  think  of  accompanying  Miss 
Marjorie  any  more  than  would  a  union  carpenter  of 
laying  carpets. 

As  the  queenly  Miss  Warburton,  all  legs  and  lingerie, 
dawdled  homewards,  drawing  out  the  lingering  sweet- 
ness long  as  possible  to  a  little  lady  who  has  promised 
to  hurry,  she  bumped  into  the  last  of  the  series  of 
best  girls,  who  was  a  sight,  out-sissing  Hopkins's 
self.  They  backed  away  and  faced  one  another :  this 
with  her  kitty  held  proudly  under  an  arm;  that,  with 
her  candy — beg  pardon,  bongbong.  What  time  it  took 
that  pesky  stenographer,  the  recording  angel,  to  pluck 
a  primary  feather  and  point  the  quill,  the  two  stood 
taking  each  other  in  voraciously  and  avariciously,  each 
breaking  her  little  heart  and  the  Tenth  Commandment 
to  smithereens. 

Henceforth  Skinny  Minnie,  as  Lady  Tabitha,  was  to 
know  the  lap  of  luxury.  For  where  the  thus  acquired 
taste  for  French  candy  led  the  last  of  the  best  girls  the 
curious  are  referred  to  Rudyard  K.  That  story  is  far 
other  than  this. 

Mrs.  Katrina  Warburton  had  her  back  up.  In  com- 
mon with  the  majority  of  women  who  have  to  hump 
to  get  through  the  needle's  eye,  her  burden  of  griev- 
ances was  intolerable.  Lady  Tabitha  was  the  last 
straw  under  which  she  broke  down  and  wept.  That, 
on  top  of  the  servants'  shameless  conduct,  her  own 
flesh  and  blood  should  swap  belongings  with  one  of 
the  ignobile  vulgus,  bring  home  an  armful  of  scarlet 
fever,  typhoid,  and  diphtheria,  would  have  been  a  pretty 
how-do-you-do  for  her  poor  husband,  had  he  lived  to 
see  the  day — and  dinner-time.  Mrs.  Warburton  made 
dire  threats  against  Lady  Tabitha.  Marjorie  made 
direr  counter-threats  against  herself.  Skinny  Minnie 
was  adopted,  disinfected,  rechristened.  Yet,  when  a 
year  afterwards  Marjorie  took  the  measles,  and  the 
year  following,  the  whooping-cough,  it  was  laid  to  the 
door  of  Lady  Tabitha  and  disobedience.  In  Mrs.  War- 
burton's  materia  medica,  these  diseases  belong  by  rights 
onlv  to  God's  poor.  Common  people  are  the  true  heirs 
to  fleshly  ills. 

And  now,  at  this  late  day,  it  was  all  along  of  Lady 
Tabitha  that  Marjorie  had  taken  a  disease  of  God's 
poor,  an  ill  prevalent  as  measles  in  March  and  mad- 
ness among  hares.  Thus  at  length  was  Mrs.  Warbur- 
ton's  presentiment  of  evil  justified. 

Xow,  Lady  Tabitha  was  a  typical  old  maid.  Love 
she  forwent,  forswore.  No  Lord  Thomas  living  or 
nine  times  dead  could  boast  of  one  bootjack  on  her 
account  and  not  qualify  for  membership  in  the  Ananias 
Club,  lie  like  a  cad.  The  Madames  Grundy  of  Catdom 
had  no  word  to  say  for  themselves  against  her.  Gossip 
was  dumbstruck  by  her  silence.  Never  had  night  been 
made  hideous  by  her  behavior.  Why?  Had  she  in 
mind  the  fate  of  her  brothers  and  sisters?  Who  shall 
say — some  nature-faking  son  of  Thomas? 

Therefore,  to  lay  on  her  the  blame  for  the  most 
curable  of  scourges  was  enough  to  get  any  cat's  back 
up.  In  the  case  of  the  measles  there  was  apparent 
excuse.  No  motherly  care  could  make  Lady  Tabitha 
look    anything    but    measley.     But    in    this    desperate' 

case 

The   reader   shall   judge.     Enter   the   villain — or   vil- 
lains.    Unlike  Lady  Tabitha,  the  purp  was  bred  in  the 
purple.     Like    master,    like    dog.     Lord    Rufus    was    a 
much    beribboned    wire-haired    Irish    terrier — as   much 
ribboned  as  her  ladyship  was  rib-boned.     His  master, 
Percival  Beauman,  came  from  Beaumont,  was  as  Irish 
as  three  generations  of  intermarriage  well  could  make 
him.     Percy,    his   doting   mother   had   called   him;    his 
antidoting  friends,  Pep.     Lord  Rufus  and  he  were  in- 
l-.l        i be    leash    was    but    a    chain    of    affection, 
r.  ..,    '    ,.i,    chiens    de    race,    the   cat   of    no 
i    o      r   or   condition    was   their  bete   noir. 
.  rich  or  poor,  rub  herself  purring  never  so 
zh-  against  Pep's  Monday-go-to-Iovers'  meet- 


ings, she  rubbed  him  the  wrong  way.  An  ingrained 
hatred  of  cat  had  Percival,  and  was  deaf  to  the  plead- 
ings of  blue  eyes  midmost  of  long  white  hair.  His 
antipathy  was  natural.  He  had  been  marked  post- 
natally. 

Lord  Rufus  more  than  shared  his  master's  feelings. 
Let  Pep  breathe  never  so  softly  "Condemn  cats !"  the 
purple  purp  barked:  "Thim's  me  sintimints!"  Nor 
had  to  be  told  seek  'em  (sic!).  Despite  ribbon  after 
ribbon  in  monotonous  successes,  he  was  avid  as  the 
blooded  reader  of  the  cat-as-trophy,  as  he  called  it. 
All  jokes  aside,  he  was.  The  denouement  was  unex- 
pected as  sudden  death.  The  ending  left  two  persons 
supremely  happy — for  the  time  being.  So  much  for 
the  people. 

Now  for  the  place.  Maggie — what  am  I  talking 
about? — Marjorie  Warburton,  marriageable  as  they 
make  'em,  resided  on  the  extreme  west  side  of  a  beau- 
tiful little  residence  park.  Two  blocks  away,  on  the 
extreme  east  side,  bached  master,  dog,  and  man,  one 
Underhill  for  all  name.  The  two  mansions  faced  one 
another:  this,  Spanish-Californian,  with  red  tiles  for 
roof  (Marjorie  would  pass  any  day  of  the  week  for  a 
descendant  of  Dons,  and  was  housed  and  clothed  accord- 
ingly) ;  that,  Californian-Colonial,  red-bricked  without 
and  within,  even  the  bald  Underhill  being  fringed  with 
fire.  To  Marjorie's  left,  to  Pep's  right,  lay  the  Pre- 
sidio, Lobos  Creek,  the  Golden  Gate,  the  Pacific  Ocean, 
the  Marine  shore,  Mount  Tamalpais,  God's  Heaven. 
The  young  people's  view  of  each  other's  windows  was 
unobstructed.  The  park  lay  below  them,  a  sunken 
garden. 

Among  the  rules  of  the  park  strictly  enforced  by  the 
gardener-special  cop  were  "Coasting  Prohibited.  No 
Dogs  Allowed  Except  on  Leash."  Inside  the  Utah 
white-stone  gates  children  must  pick  their  steps  but  no 
flowers.  The  printed  regulations  of  the  park  associa- 
tion never  said  boo  about  cats.  Tabbies  were  not  taboo. 
All  the  more  reason  why  we  should  play  special  police- 
man, keep  tab  on  the  dangerous  Lady  Tabitha.  To- 
gether with  her  mistress,  she  takes  the  air  postpran- 
dially.  Marjorie  is  hatless,  merely  be-Spanish-laced, 
but  all  the  more  beautiful. 

Simultaneously,  from  the  opposite  side  of  the  park, 
as  who  likewise  would  take  the  air,  emerge  Pep  and 
Lord  Rufus.  The  master  has  a  clear  Havana  and  a 
conscience,  the  dog  a  leashless  and  waggish  look.  The 
gardener  is  long  since  gone  home.  The  Irish  terrier 
barks  humorously:  "Thim  as  makes  rules  may  break 
'im.  If  ye're  in  wid  the  fish,  ye  maw  shwim  in  the 
pool  as  ye  have  a  mind  to."  He  noses  the  boles  of  the 
precious  scarlet  hawthorns,  and  sends  the  sacred  green 
new  sod  flying  in  sacrilegious  pawfuls  behind  him. 
Father  Pep  looks  on  and  smiles  indulgently,  for  all  that 
he  is  by  virtue  of  his  holding  a  member  of  the  rule- 
making park  association. 

Marjorie  emerging  turned  to  the  left  and  then  to 
the  right,  so  as  to  keep  in  the  park,  and  the  water  and 
sunset  afterglow  in  view.  Pep  emerging  turned  to  the 
right  and  then  to  the  left,  so  as  to  keep  in  the  park,  and 
the  water  and  sunset  afterglow  in  view.  Both  took  the 
middle  of  the  road  as  well  as  the  air.  Both  kept  on 
going  leisurely  down  hill.  Lady  Tabitha  and  Lord 
Rufus  chose  opposite  sidewalks.  A  wind  blew  sweet 
from  the  west  and  ill  to  nobody. 

As  the  young  people  approached,  they  slowed  down 
instinctively.  Marjorie  took  a  step  to  her  right.  Pep 
took  a  step  to  his.  He  did  not  raise  his  hat.  He  had 
no  hat  on  to  raise,  nor  right,  if  he  had,  to  raise  it.  De- 
spite accommodating  windows  and  two  years'  residence 
in  practically  a  little  country  place,  the  two  were  utter 
strangers.  Strange  thing,  Marjorie  deliberately  turned 
her  head  away  from  the  fatal  first  sight  of  Pep,  and 
espied  Lord  Rufus,  and  forthwith  began  to  kittykitty- 
kitty.  Pep  turned  his  head  away  from  the  still  more 
fatal  first  sight  of  Marjorie,  and  espying  Lady  Tabitha 
fell  to  whewwhewwhewing.  Lady  Tabitha  approached 
her  lady  with  a  dignity  becoming  her  years.  Lord 
Rufus  did  what  England  expects  every  man  to  do — 
with  a  vengeance. 

Dog  and  cat  had  almost  met,  with  the  usual  result, 
when  from  some  marineviewless  place  south  of  Lake 
Street  came  coasting  the  prohibited  gamin.  Lady 
Tabitha  was  knocked  galleywest  into  Marjorie's  arms. 
Lord  Rufus  was  knocked  galleyeast  into  Pep's.  Man 
and  woman  knelt  down,  not  to  thank  Chance,  not  to 
curse  the  coaster  who  had  thus  come  between  them, 
but  the  better  to  examine  lord  and  lady.  Neither  was 
a  penny  the  worse:  Rufus  proved  it  by  pulling  his 
master's  arms  halfway  out  of  their  sockets.  Tabitha 
proved  it  by  spitting  in  a  most  unladylike  way  in  the 
thoroughbred's  face.  The  girl  held  on  for  dear  life. 
The  boy  held  on  like  grim  death.  Why  did  he  not,  as 
was  his  wicked  use,  after  a  desperate  show  of  resist- 
ance, let  Rufus  have  his  little  fun  at  his  expense? 
What  man  can  dodge  the  dogging  of  destiny?  Syn- 
chronously and  sonorously  boy  and  girl  broke  out  into 
laughter,  and  the  ice  went  to  smash.  The  ice  thus 
broken,  they  naturally  fell  in — what  many  waters  can 
not  quench.     Now,  was  Tabitha  entirely  to  blame? 

Next  afternoon,  Mr.  Beauman,  himself  and  Lord 
Rufus  on  leash,  must  call  on  Mrs.  Warburton  to  ask 
after  her  daughter's  health..  The  shock,  you  know. 
Miss  Warburton  was  able  to  be  up,  thank  you,  and 
would  be  down  in  a  minute.  Mr.  Beauman  thought 
the  climate  of  California  wonderful,  the  view  of  the 
Golden  Gate  beautiful;  and  said  so,  not  once  nor  twice. 
Mrs.  Warburton  admitted  it  monosyllabically.  The  ice- 
berg between  them  was  to  be  broken  up  by  no  shot  in 
Percival's  locker.     Time  and  again  Lord  Rufus  had  to 


come  to  the  rescue  of  conversation  like  the  gentleman 
he  was.  After  twice  a  bad  quarter  of  an  hour  of  this, 
Mr.  Beauman  rose  to  go.  He  was  in  the  hall  when 
downstairs  tripped  feet  first  little  Marjorie,  dressed  to 
the  minute.  At  sight  of  Rufus,  Tabitha  was  up  in 
arms.  So  was  her  mistress.  At  sight  of  her  lady- 
ship, his  lordship  pulled  furious  on  his  leash.  Ditto, 
his  lordship's  lord.  As  to  the  two  humans,  it  was  plain 
to  be  seen  that  the  pet  of  the  one  was  the  pet — abomina- 
tion of  the  other. 

Now,  of  all  possible  catastrophes,  the  greatest  is  for 
two  humans,  the  one  of  the  canine,  the  other  of  the 
feline,  sex,  to  worry  along  together  leading  a  cat  and 
dog  existence;  especially  for  humans  so  constituted  as 
to  say  without  reservation  the  irrevocable  "For  better 
or  worse  till  death  do  us  part." 

Mrs.  Warburton  was  quick  to  perceive  that  all  four 
of  them,  the  two  featherless — unless  feather-brained — 
bipeds  of  un-Platonic  friendship  and  the  two  cantanker- 
ous quadrupeds,  could  not  live  together  in  amity  like 
good  Christians,  not  this  side  of  the  millennium. 
Whereon  her  aversion  to  and  animadversion  upon  Lady 
Tabitha  ceased. 

What  had  she  against  Percy  Beauman?  Not  a 
blessed  thing.  He  was  untitled  and  therefore  unen- 
titled to  her  daughter.  Had  he  been  Lord  Rufus  and 
his  purp  plain  Mr.  Pep,  Lady  Tabitha's  grandmamma 
would  have  found  a  house  big  enough  to  hold  the  five  of 
them,  or  chloroformed  cat  and  dog  with  less  compunc- 
tion than  a  poundman,  or  even  consented  to  do  what 
she  reallv  couldn't  do:  live  without  Marjorie. 

The  course  of  love  ran  rough  as  a  millrace,  the  rocky 
road  to  Dublin,  the  career  of  an  honest  senator;  they 
were  going  to  settle  the  cat  and  dog  question  ante- 
nuptially,  or  know  for  what.  Snapped  Pep,  apropos 
of  the  bone  of  contention:  "The  dog  loves  man;  the 
cat,  mice  or  milk,  as  the  case  may  be." 

"No  such  thing,"  Marjorie  purred.  "Lady  Tabitha 
loves  me,  for  myself,  if  no  one  else  in  the  world  does." 
Pep  exposed  his  ignorance  and  a  canine  tooth. 
"If  you  wish  to  come  to  see  me,"  Marjorie  went  on, 
as  if  she  gave  not  only  houseroom  to  the  idea  of  his 
not  wishing  but  entertained  it  royally.  "If  you  wish  to 
come  to  see  me,  be  so  kind  as  to  leave  Lord  Rufus  in 

his  kennel,  where  he " 

"Never !"   howled   Pep.     "If  you  don't  care  enough 

to  have  me  come  without Why  can't  you  leave 

Lady  Tabitha  upstairs,  where  she  be " 

"In  her  own  house,  the  idea!" 
"Exactly." 

Lord  Rufus  sprang  the  length  of  his  leash.  Lady 
Tabitha  spat  and  clawed  the  air  as  who  would  sell  her 
one  life  dearly.  "If  you  will  persist  in  bringing  that 
brute  here,  you  will  please  to  stay  away."  Thus  Mar- 
jorie. "A  drawing-room  is  no  place  for  a  dog  any- 
way." 

"What    about    a    measley-Iooking    old    cat?     Rufus 
never  forgets  he  is  a  gentleman,  do  you,  old  boy?" 
"It  is  well  that  one  of  you  doesn't." 
"Pardon  me,   Miss  Warburton.     I  have  an  appoint- 
ment I  had  almost  forgotten.     Come,  Rufus." 

Rufus  came,  having  first  cast  O  such  a  hungry  look 
at  Lady  Tabitha.  Having  cast  O  such  a  hungry  look 
at  Marjorie,  Pep  went  about  his  improvised  business. 

"Now,  Pussy,"  sighed  Lady  Tabitha's  lady,  "we've 
been  and  gone  and  did  it." 

"Now,  Doggie,"  swore  Lord  Rufus's  lord,  "damned 
if  we  haven't  been  and  gone  and  d-i-d  it." 

Was  it  mind-reading?  Was  it  heart?  Who  knows 
won't  tell. 

"Doggie,"  mused  Pep  next  day,  "as  Tehernueshev- 
sky  says,  the  vital  question  is:  What's  to  be  did? 
Something  desperate  evidently.  And  by  the  splendor, 
we'll  do  it,  were  it  twice  as  impossible !  Lady  Tabitha, 
I  am  led  to  believe,  runs  loose  after  dark  in  the  back 
yard  once  in  a  blue  moon.  Right  now  the  moon  looks 
pretty  blue  to  me.     What  do  you  say,  Rough-house?" 

Said  Rufus :  "I'm  with  you  there,  old  man ! — my 
deity,  I  mean." 

Peo,  being  in  a  humble  mood,  accented  the  amend- 
ment.    "Good  doggie,"  he  approved. 

The  day  after  that,  first  thing  in  the  morning,  at  the 
courtly  new  old  Colonial  mansion  knocked  no  equal- 
footed  pallid  one,  but  one  unequal  footed  and  rosy. 
Lord  Rufus  struck  an  attitude  of  attention  and  the 
hardwood  floor  with  his  stump  of  a  tail.  Underhill 
was  gone  to  the  butcher's.  Hear  him,  you  could  nei- 
ther see  nor  smell  meat  over  the  phone.  Pep,  hand- 
some as  his  smoking-jacket,  opened.  He  was  pale  with 
presentiment.  Yes,  it  was  she.  No,  we  can  not  say  as 
did  he  to  himself:     "Its  her!  by  all  that's  holy!" 

"Where's  Tabitha?"  she  asked  by  way  of  good- 
morning. 

"Tabitha?     Oh,  the  cat!     Ask  me  an  easier  one." 
"What  have  you  done  with  her?" 
"Me?" 

"Yes,  you;  you've  done  for  her;  that's  what  you  have 
done  to  her — done  away  with  her.     Oh,  you,  you'll  pay 
for  this.     Produce  Lady  Tabitha  alive  and — safe  and 
sound,  or  I'll  never  speak  to  you  again,  never." 
"Can't  do  it." 

"Give  her  dead  body  to  me.     Oh,  you " 

"Can't." 

"Oh,  you  brute,  and  you  d: 
at  me  like  that,  licking  your  c       : 

Lord  Rufus  stood  his  groun 
feebly  his  poor  apology  for  a 
"Very  well,  Mr.  Beauman.   . 
"The  rest  is  silence?" 
"You've  said  it — exactly.     1  i  ' 


November  2,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


279 


"I  dare  do  all  becomes  a  man." 

''You  are  none.     You're  a — I  hate  you." 

"Good,"  said  Pep,  "good  little  doggie." 

Marjorie  stamped  an  imperative  foot. 

"Can't  I  pet  my  own  dog  in  my  own  house?"  Pep 
innocently  inquired. 

"Give  me  my  cat  and  I'll  begone  quick  enough," 
quoth  Marjorie. 

"If  you  stay  till  I  give  you  your  cat,  it  will  suit  me 
to  a  dot.  Your  love  for  your  measley  old  cat  is  pre- 
posterous." 

"What  about  yours  for  your  fleasley  young  dog — 
couldn't  give  him  up  for  m — money,  could  you?" 

"Catch  me — catch  one  on  him,  and  I'll  give  you " 

"Gimme  what?" 

"Full  permission  to  transfer  its  young  affections  to 
me." 

"Good-morning,  Mr.  Beauman.  Remember:  No 
word  from  Tabitha,  no  word  from  me.     I  mean  it." 

"Good-morning,  M-Miss  Warburton.  Nice  day,  isn't 
it?" 

It  being  obviously  a  nice  day,  Marjorie  went  away 
speechless. 

Every  blessed  or  cursed  day  for  a  twelvemonth  they 
met  after  dinner,  the  Tabitha-less  Marjorie  and  Pep, 
Lord  Rufus  running  loose  every  which  way  he  pleased, 
stopping  every,  now  and  then  to  sniff  the  air,  as  if 
smelling  a  cat.  Both  bowed — the  bipeds  did.  Neither 
spoke.  She  would  show  him  he  didn't  own  the  park, 
that  a  woman  could  keep  her  word.  He  would  show 
her  he  would  take  the  air  when  and  where  he  wanted, 
if  not  how;  that  a  man  could  take  a  woman  at  her 
word.  Her  mother  didn't  own  the  park  either.  They 
kept  it  up  for  a  year,  these  ridiculous  young  people, 
trying  to  disguise  their  feelings  the  one  from  the  other, 
the  other  from  the  one.  It  was  too  thin.  So  were 
they.  Rufus  got  all  the  tenderloin  Underhill  left.  Mrs. 
Warburton  got  all  the  breast  and  both  wings.  On  the 
anniversary  of  their  meeting  they  met  again. — not  three 
as  usual  now,  not  four,  as  then;  just  the  two  of  them. 
For  a  month  a  titled  Englishman  had  been  infesting 
the  park,  polluting  the  air,  spoiling  the  view,  doing 
anything  but  minding  his  own  blank  business,  which 
was  killing  things,  from  whales  to  wrens,  including 
men. 

Said  Pep,  as  if  nothing  had  happened :  "Come,  Mar- 
jorie, let  me  show  you  something."  He  took  her  arm. 
She  trembled  as  if  blown  of  the  sweet  west  wind.  The 
sun  was  gone  down  on  the  wrath  of  men  and  the  mad- 
ness. Pep  led  her  towards  his  home.  Her  heart 
missed  beat  after  beat.  The  silence  hurt  like  strangu- 
lation. Willy-nilly,  she  was  keeping  her  word.  Up 
the  concrete  steps,  to  the  door  of  the  Colonial  mansion. 
At  the  door  Marjorie  balked,  and  demanded  explana- 
tions with  her  eyes.  For  all  answer,  Pep  threw  it 
open.  On  a  Persian  rug,  before  a  huge  fireplace, 
whence  the  blue  flames  of  salt  driftwood  flew  heaven- 
ward like  trouble,  lay  Lord  Rufus,  and  curled  up  on 
top  of  him,  the  picture  of  health  and  contentment,  the 
faithless  lured-with-liver  Lady  Tabitha.  Outside,  God 
let  fall  his  curtain.     Let  us  on  the  inside  let  fall  ours. 

Harry  Cowell. 

San  Francisco,  November,  1912. 


There  is  a  steady  stream  of  Armenian  emigrants 
coming  to  the  United  States,  made  up  almost  entirely 
of  young  men.  In  many  villages  this  exodus  has  left 
hardly  any  males,  except  the  old  men  and  young  boys, 
and  there  is  frequently  a  scarcity  of  labor  at  harvest 
and  thrashing  time.  This  emigration  is  the  means  of 
introducing  an  annual  sum  of  money,  estimated  at 
$600,000,  into  Armenia  from  emigrants  in  the  United 
States  who  have  people  at  home  dependent  on  them. 
The  country  is  also  benefited  by  the  better  financial 
condition  of  the  returning  emigrants,  and  by  the  knowl- 
edge that  they  have  gained  by  their  residence  in  the 
United  States,  particularly  in  regard  to  the  use  of  labor- 
saving  devices. 

mm* 

That  the  picture  postcard  originated  in  Nuremberg  is 
disputed,  though  the  German  city  has  been  preparing 
to  celebrate  the  thirtieth  anniversary  of  the  advent  of 
such  a  card.  The  distinction  of  making  and  mailing 
the  first  is  claimed  by  Leon  Besnardeau,  a  bookseller  of 
Sille-le-Guillaume,  near  Conlie,  Department  of  Sarthe, 
France.  In  1870,  during  the  war  with  Prussia,  he 
printed  pictures  on  postal  cards  he  was  sending  to 
clients.  M.  Besnardeau  is  still  alive,  and  there  are 
many  of  his  old  customers  in  France  who  have  the 
cards  as  he  posted  them.  The  Germans,  it  is  claimed 
by  the  Besnardeau  partisans,  adopted  the  idea  for  the 
Nuremberg  exposition  in  1882. 


The  great  Desert  of  Gobi,  that  is  partly  in  China, 
partly  in  Manchuria,  partly  in  Mongolia,  and  partly  in 
Siberia,  is  traversed  by  the  oldest  transportation  lines 
in  existence.  It  has  a  caravan  route  over  which  tea 
and  silk-laden  camels  have  traveled  toward  Europe  for 
these  3000  years,  and  yet  from  the  time  when  Kublai 
Khan  macadamized  the  road  until  the  time  when  the 
Russian  railroad  paralyzed  it  by  the  competition  of 
steam  no  one  of  the  merchants  who  traveled  over  it 
turned  either  to  the  right  or  to  the  left  to  tell  Europe 
and  the  Occident  or  *he  wonders  or  the  terrors  of  that 

unknown  land. 

^>» 

The  total  number  oi  persons  reported  as  on  the  pay- 
rolls of  the  steam  roads  of  the  United  States  on  June 
M,  l01'.  .,669,809,  or  an  average  of  678  a  hun- 

dred       es  of  line. 


A  CENTURY  OF  "OLD  DRURY." 


London   Playgoers   See   an   American  Morality   Play  in  the 
Historic  Old  Theatre. 


How  things  run  in  pairs!  In  Chicago  some  twc 
years  ago  I  saw  an  English  pantomime  which  had 
been  readjusted  to  suit  the  taste  of  an  American  au- 
dience ;  last  Thursday  night  I  saw  in  London  an  Amer- 
ican morality  which  had  been  revised  to  capture  the 
suffrages  of  English  playgoers.  The  coincidence  was 
welcome  and  most  appropriate,  inasmuch  as  the  venue 
of  my  complementary  experience  was  none  other  than 
the  world-renowned  theatre  of  Drury  Lane.  Welcome 
because  a  pleasant  reminder  of  the  interdependence  of 
the  stage  of  both  countries;  appropriate  because 
America  has  had  a  larger  share  in  the  fortunes  of  the 
famous  "Old  Drury"  than  is  generally  remembered. 

It  was  not  to  see  a  new  play  that  I  visited  the  historic 
theatre  on  Thursday  night,  for  Stephen  Phillips's  re- 
vised version  of  Walter  Browne's  "Everywoman,"  with 
H.  B.  Irving  sustaining  the  leading  role  of  Nobody, 
has  been  running  more  than  a  month;  no,  it  was 
curiosity  as  to  what  form  the  celebration  of  the  build- 
ing's centenary  would  take.  For  a  hundred  years  had 
passed  since  the  first  performance  had  been  given  with- 
in its  walls — a  performance  which  had  included  "Ham- 
let," "The  Devil  to  Pay,"  and  a  poetic  Address  from 
the  pen  of  Lord  Byron. 

Of  course  Drury  Lane  Theatre  has  an  ancestry  of 
more  than  a  hundred  years.  To  be  exact,  the  play- 
house of  that  name  is  but  one  year  short  of  its  two 
hundred  and  fiftieth  anniversary.  For  it  was  in  1663 
that  the  first  building  arose  on  the  now  historic  site, 
the  building,  it  will  be  remembered,  where  on  one  occa- 
sion Pepys  had  a  difficulty  in  hearing  the  music  and  on 
another  was  driven  from  the  pit  by  a  deluge  of  rain 
which  penetrated  the  roof.  That  was  the  real  "Old 
Drury"  associated  with  the  romps  of  the  alluring  Mis- 
tress Nell  Gwynne,  whom  Pepys  had  the  delectation  of 
kissing  before  her  lips  became  the  more  exclusive  prop- 
erty of  his  sovereign  lord. 

Nine  years  completed  the  history  of  the  first  Drury 
Lane  Theatre,  for  it  was  burnt  to  the  ground  in  1672. 
The  architect  who  designed  the  second  structure  was 
none  other  than  Sir  Christopher  Wren,  and  he  planned 
so  wisely  and  builded  so  securely  that  his  edifice  en- 
dured for  a  hundred  and  seventeen  years.  It  was  a 
somewhat  forbidding-looking  building  for  a  theatre, 
semi-ecclesiastical  in  fact,  as  though  Wren  could  not 
quite  break  away  from  his  churchy  style;  but  it  made 
theatrical  history  on  the  grand  scale.  For  it  was  the 
second  Drury  Lane  with  which  were  associated  many 
of  the  greatest  names  of  stage  history,  the  names  of 
Dryden,  and  Cibber,  and  Wilks,  and  Doggett,  and 
Booth,  and  Garrick,  and  Peg  Woffington,  and  Kitty 
Clive,  and  Sarah  Siddons,  and  Sheridan,  and  Goldsmith, 
and  Lamb.  This  was  the  house,  too,  in  which,  in  the 
days  of  Horace  Walpole,  an  attempt  was  made  to  in- 
troduce pantomime  to  the  London  stage.  What  an 
uproar  ensued  is  familiar  to  the  reader  of  Walpole's 
letters,  who  will  recall  how  Walpole  himself  encour- 
aged the  rioters  from  the  box  and  became  the  hero  of 
the  hour. 

In  1791,  however,  the  famous  old  playhouse  was  con- 
demned as  unsafe,  and  three  years  later  it  was  replaced 
by  an  entirely  new  structure.  But  fire  once  more  took 
a  hand  in  the  history  of  the  theatre,  for  the  third  Drury 
Lane  was  burned  to  ashes  on  a  February  night  of  1809. 
This  was  when  Sheridan  was  the  chief  owner,  and  when 
the  conflagration  was  at  its  height  he  was  taking  part 
in  a  debate  in  the  House  of  Commons,  the  interior  of 
which  was  vividly  illuminated  by  the  brilliant  flames. 
A  member  proposed  the  adjournment  of  the  House,  but 
Sheridan  at  once  replied  that  he  was  anxious  his  pri- 
vate calamity  should  not  interrupt  the  business  of  the 
nation. 

That  fire  was  for  many  days  the  talk  of  London. 
Such  a  spectacle  was  not  common  in  the  London  of  that 
day,  and  the  scribes  of  the  daily  press  and  the  historian 
of  the  Annual  Register  exerted  themselves  to  the  ut- 
most to  do  flamboyant  justice  to  the  event.  There  were 
heated  discussions  as  to  the  spot  from  whence  the  finest 
view  was  obtained,  and  Byron  climbed  to  a  house-top 
in  Covent  Garden  to  witness  the  scene.  Naturally, 
then,  when  the  new  house,  the  fourth  Drury  Lane,  was 
nearing  completion,  the  committee  of  management  re- 
solved to  celebrate  the  opening  in  an  appropriate  man- 
ner. They  decided,  for  one  thing,  that  there  must  be 
a  poetical  Address  written  specially  for  the  ceremonv. 
and  to  that  end  an  advertisement  was  inserted  in  the 
daily  papers  offering  a  prize  of  twenty  pounds  for  the 
best  set  of  verses. 

More  than  a  hundred  poets  entered  the  competition. 
And  out  of  the  more  than  a  hundred  sets  of  verses, 
sixty-nine  invoked  the  shades  of  the  Phoenix!  Who 
is  not  familiar  with  the  result?  A  result  which  added 
a  little  masterpiece  to  English  literature  and  immor- 
talized the  name  of  Smith.  For  of  course  this  poetic 
competition  was  the  occasion  of  the  "Rejected  Ad- 
dresses" by  James  and  Horace  Smith.  The  committee, 
it  will  be  remembered,  decided  that  not  one  of  the 
competing  poems  was  good  enough  for  the  occasion, 
and  came  to  the  spartan  resolve  to  reject  the  lot.  It 
was  an  intimation  of  this  decision  which  set  the 
brothers  Smith  to  work  in  such  haste  with  their  inimi- 
table parodies  of  the  styles  of  Wordsworth  and 
Coleridge  and  Byron  and  Crabbe  and  other  famous 
writers  of  the  day.  Even  although  Byron  was  called 
in  to  write  the  official  Address,  a  task  with  which  he 


struggled  bravely  but  was  conscious  was  out  of  his 
line,  there  was  a  terrible  commotion  among  the  dis- 
appointed poets,  and  the  Smiths  reaped  the  advantage 
by  selling  thousands  of  copies  of  their  "Rejected  Ad- 
dresses." 

It  was  a  stormy  beginning  for  the  new  theatre,  and 
many  years  were  to  elapse  ere  it  reached  the  calm 
waters  of  prosperity.  To  give  a  bare  catalogue  of 
the  countless  managers  who  were  ruined  by  their  ef- 
forts to  make  it  popular  would  occupy  far  too  much 
space,  but  it  should  not  be  forgotten  that  one  of  them 
was  Stephen  Price,  an  American,  who  ran  the  house 
for  four  seasons  to  the  total  loss  of  all  his  capital.  In 
fact  it  was  not  until  the  advent  of  Augustus  Harris,  an 
actor  and  impresario  whose  father  had  received  his 
training  in  America,  became  lessee  of  Drury  Lane  in 
1879  that  it  took  that  place  in  the  affections  of  the 
Londoner  which  it  holds  today.  The  huge  auditorium 
has  been  put  to  many  uses,  for  public  meetings,  masked 
balls,  promenade  concerts,  and  been  the  scene  of  every 
conceivable  type  of  entertainment,  but  its  popularity  is 
based  on  the  fact  that  the  policy  of  Harris  in  providing 
pantomime  at  Christmas  and  broadly  built  melodrama 
at  other  seasons  is  rigidly  adhered  to. 

Horace  Walpole  would  be  grieved,  no  doubt,  that 
the  kind  of  theatrical  entertainment  which  so  revolted 
his  fastidious  soul  is  now  so  securely  entrenched  in 
the  very  house  where  he  opposed  the  innovation,  but 
if  he  had  seen  a  Harris  pantomime  with  poor  Dan  Leno 
at  his  best  he  might  have  been  reconciled  to  the  change. 
Certainly  Mr.  Harris  spared  neither  expense  nor  labor 
in  the  production  of  his  huge  Christmas  festivals,  and 
his  successor,  Arthur  Collins,  worthily  perpetuates  all 
the  Harris  traditions  of  prodigal  elaborateness.  There 
has  been  no  break  in  the  succession  of  Drury  Lane 
pantomimes  since  1849,  and  it  is  unthinkable  that  a 
Christmas-tide  in  London  will  ever  pass  without  adding 
to  the  number. 

But  to  return  to  Thursday  night.  There  was  an 
overflowing  audience,  and  "Everywoman,"  in  its  Lon- 
donized  guise,  was  received  with  much  enthusiasm. 
H.  B.  Irving,  by  far  the  more  gifted  of  the  two  actor 
sons  of  Sir  Henry,  by  his  grave  manner  and  polished 
eloquence  did  full  justice  to  Walter  Browne's  lines, 
and  he  was  given  admirable  support  by  Alexandra  Car-' 
lisle,  Kate  Rorke,  and  Gladys  Cooper.  For  all  that, 
however,  there  was  an  air  of  preoccupation  about  the 
audience;  it  had  the  seeming  of  people  who  listen  to 
a  conversation  without  heeding  it.  No  doubt  many 
memories  were  busy  with  the  past  history  of  the  the- 
atre, and  speculation  was  rife  as  to  how  that  centenary 
night  would  be  commemorated.  In  simple  enough 
style,  as  it  transpired.  For  when  the  curtain  had  fallen 
on  the  last  act  of  "Everywoman,"  there  was  a  brief 
pause  ere  Mr.  Irving,  now  in  his  own  person  and  at- 
tired in  evening  dress,  came  before  the  curtain  to  re- 
cite some  forty  lines  written  by  Stephen  Phillips  in 
honor  of  the  occasion.  That  was  all,  save  for  "God 
Save  the  King"  sung  with  vigor  on  both  sides  the  foot- 
lights, but  it  was  sufficient  to  underscore  the  continuity 
postulated  in  Byron's  lines: 

On  the  same  spot  still  consecrates  the  scene. 
And  bids  the  Drama  be  where  she  hath  been. 

London,  October  15,  1912.         Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Only  a  few  years  ago  the  yield  of  American  oyster 
beds  was  more  than  sufficient  to  meet  the  home  demand, 
even  at  low  prices.  Then  over  2000  barrels  of  Ameri- 
can oysters  were  sold  weekly  in  the  London,  England, 
market  alone.  Not  more  than  100  barrels  a  week  are 
sold  there  now.  The  loss  of  trade  is  not  altogether  due 
to  the  growing  scarcity  of  American  export  oysters,  but 
to  the  success  that  is  following  the  work  of  oyster  con- 
servation in  the  British  isles.  England  is  now  supply- 
ing many  parts  of  the  continent  with  select  oysters.   . 


At  a  recent  fair  held  at  Poplar,  Montana,  Indians 
were  the  sole  exhibitors.  They  were  from  the  Fort 
Peck  reservation,  and  the  fair,  said  to  be  the  first  ever 
given  exclusively  by  red  men,  proved  a  success.  The 
reservation  Indians  are  good  farmers,  and  their  ex- 
hibits gave  visitors  an  idea  of  what  they  can  do  under 
favorable  conditions.  Hocesan,  a  Sioux,  won  the  Louis 
W.  Hill  cup,  the  highest  award  for  an  individual  agri- 
cultural exhibit.  He  entered  thirty-three  varieties  of 
grains  and  vegetables  for  competition. 


Samuel  McGredy,  a  Portadown,  Ireland,  horti- 
culturist, has  perfected  a  new  white  rose  of  wonderful 
quality  and  proportions  after  ten  years  of  close  applica- 
tion. Recently  at  the  autumn  show  of  the  National 
Rose  Society  in  Westminster  one  of  the  judges  de- 
scribed the  production  as  "the  greatest  white  rose  that 
has  ever  been  raised."  Experts  at  the  show  conceded 
that  it  surpassed  the  famous  "Frau  Karl  Druschki." 

Mtfc      

In  Costa  Rica  the  beggars  are  privileged  characters 
on  Tuesday — that  is,  they  are  allowed  that  day  of  the 
week  in  which  to  beg  from  shop  to  shop.  It  is  the  cus- 
tom for  business  houses  to  prepare  for  the  weekly  visit 
of  the  mendicants,  and  to  hand  over  to  them  small  coins 
or  articles  of  little  value.  In  some  instances  where 
merchandise  is  given  away  the  beggars  peddle  it  about 
the  poorer  quarters  and  so  earn  a  few  cent-,  apiece. 

—»—        : 

The  food  consumed  by  New  Yoj  at  the 

railroad   and   steamer   terminals,   $3  0.0  vcar ; 

but  when   it  gets  to   the   consumer-  it   costs 
$500,000,000  a  year. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


THE  FLOWING  ROAD. 


Caspar  Whitney  Gives  Some  of  the  Results  of  Five 
Journeys  on  Great  Rivers  of  South  America. 


Mr.  Caspar  Whitney,  author  of  "The  Flow- 
ing Road,"  tells  us  that  his  fine  volume  is  the 
result  of  five  overland  and  river  expeditions 
into  South  America.  They  included  a  con- 
tinuous journey  from  Santa  Isabel  in  Brazil 
to  Cuidad  Bolivar  on  the  Orinoco  ;  from  San 
Fernando  to  the  head  waters  of  the  Orinoco  ; 
down  the  Portuguesa  to  its  mouth ;  and  on 
the  Parana,  the  Salado,  and  Felictano  rivers 
in  Argentine.  That  South  America  is  "not 
on  our  map"  and  therefore  fit  subject  for  mis- 
representation is,  of  course,  an  old  story,  and 
the  author  has  done  something  to  correct  the 
misrepresentations.  For  example,  he  tells  us 
that  South  American  travel  is  not  dangerous 
except  in  the  wilderness,  and  that  the  casual 
traveler  who  talks  valorously  of  fever,  rob- 
bers, and  reptiles  is  usually  vaunting  his  own 
courage.  There  are  natives  in  the  interior 
against  whom  it  is  well  to  be  on  one's  guard, 
but  as  a  rule  the  Indians  are  harmless,  indo- 
lent, casual,  and  unimpressive  as  to  physique: 

It  is  a  fallacy  that  wilderness  people  are 
necessarily  robust  because  they  lead  a  simple 
life.  The  truth  is  they  are  not  robust,  so  far 
as  my  experience  goes  along  the  waterways 
of  South  America  from  the  Rio  de  la 
Plata  of  the  Argentine  to  the  Portugesa  of 
Venezuela,  though  they  are  patient  and  en- 
during. Alternate  stuffing  and  fasting,  and 
exposure,  are  not  the  builders  of  rugged  con- 
stitutions. Fish,  dried  meat  in  the  sections 
within  reach  of  supplies,  and  mandioca,  or 
farinha  as  the  Brazilians  call  it,  may  be  de- 
clared the  staple  food  of  the  Indian  from 
Venezuela  to  the  Argentine.  There  are  sea- 
sons and  regions  when  and  where  water- 
fowl, the  widely  distributed  curassow  family, 
the  agouti,  or  other  members  of  the  exten- 
sive rodent  tribe,  contribute  to  their  food 
supplies.  There  are  also  places  and  times 
where  and  when  they  must  resort  to  eating 
snakes,  lizards,  and  vermin.  But  for  the 
greater  time  they  feed  on  fish  and  mandioca 
—the  bran-like  meal  which  is  made  from  the 
root  of  a  yucca  plant.  Tourists  that  venture 
no  farther  than  the  comfortable  ports  are  apt 
to  indulge  themselves  in  ill-natured,  unfair, 
and  uncomprehending  comment  on  these  un- 
happily situated  people  because  of  their  lack 
of  the  finer  qualities  and  generous  impulses  : 
how  can  such  attributes  be  expected  of  a 
man  whose  entire  life  is  occupied  in  cease- 
less struggle  merely  to  keep  alive  ? 

Although  the  author  rather  scouts  the  idea 
of  the  prevalence  of  dangerous  reptiles  he 
admits  that  it  is  just  as  well  to  avoid  the  ants. 
Camping  on  a  swamp  in  the  direction  of  the 
Negro,  we  are  told : 

This  first  camp  site  was  unhappily  located 
in  the  course  of  an  ant  line  of  march,  which 
made  its  appearance  shortly  after  daylight,  as 
we  were  preparing  breakfast — forthwith  post- 
poned as  we  beat  a  hasty  retreat,  gathering 
our  modest  equipment  for  rearrangement  at 
a  nearby  spot  outside  the  ant  zone.  I  have 
read,  in  books  of  tourist  manufacture,  that 
you  should  permit  the  ants  to  continue  their 
march  across  you — that  they  are  "going  some- 
where," and  "if  unmolested  will  pass  on."  All 
of  which  reads  well  to  the  man  in  town — also 
as  if  the  authors  were  lacking  experience 
with  certain  South  American  species  of  the 
genus  ant.  By  the  time  the  busy  and  inquir- 
ing scouts  have  finished  their  foraging,  you 
are  unlikely  to  sit  inert  while  the  remainder 
of  the  army  toils  over  you,  especially  when 
they  are,  as  I  have  known  them  to  be,  several 
hours  in  passing.  There  are  few  insects,  in- 
deed, in  the  jungles  more  troublesome  to  the 
adventurer  than  the  ants,  which  are  in  num- 
bers uncountable  from  the  big  sauba  with  its 
dome-shaped  ground  house  to  those  with 
houses  in  the  trees,  and  other  winged  ones, 
apparently  homeless  and  constantly  on  the 
move.  Of  all  ants,  however,  the  arch  demon 
is  a  black  monster  an  inch  or  more  in  length, 
which  bites  as  hard  as  any  wasp  stings,  and 
seems  to  deposit  a  poison,  for  the  effects  of 
its  assault  stayed  with  me  longer  than  those 
of  any  other  insect  in  the  country,  and  one 
of  the  most  miserably  uncomfortable  quarter 
hours  I  ever  had  in  the  jungle  was  an  en- 
counter with  a  line  of  these  ants,  which  fell 
upon  me  once  as  I  slept  on  the  Orinoco 
River. 

But  later  on  came  an  encounter  with  a 
bushmaster,  and  this  leads  the  author  to  some 
reflections  on  the  astonishing  speed  with 
which  reptiles  can  move: 

The  rapidity  with  which  big  lizards,  even 
those  so  big  as  the  apparently  clumsy  iguana, 
and  large  snakes,  get  out  of  view  is  another 
lesson  the  jungle  holds  for  most  of  us.  I 
shall  always  remember  my  one  and  only 
meeting  with  the  bushmaster,  that  most 
dreaded  of  tropical  America  snakes.  It  was 
in  a  danjp,  open,  wood  growth,  where  I  had 
been  searching  for  jaguar  tracks,  that  I  came 
upon  the  snake,  suddenly,  unexpectedly.  At 
the  first  swift  glance  I  thought  it,  because  of 
the  marking,  a  six-foot  timber  rattler.  Realiz- 
ing in  the  second  flash  of  intelligence  where 
I  was.  I  knew  that  the  reptile  must  be  the 
repulsive  thing  which  is  accounted  the  largest 
and  most  dangerous  of  New  World  venomous 
snakes.  And  while  I  gathered  myself  to  lire 
— it  was  gone.  Had  vanished  as  though  only 
a  foot  long  and  no  bigger  than  my  finger. 
If  it  could  go  i'rom  me  so  quickly,  how  swift 
need  the  shooting  be,  I  pondered  fas  I  stood 
inln  'he  brush  where  it  bad  disap- 
i  phou1  I    it   another  time    take    a    notion 

ds  me  ? 

;wicv  has  a   word   to   say   about   the 

must    be    exercised    over   native 

'  here  must  be  no  relaxation  of  the 


spirit  of  command.  If  it  is  once  lost  it  may 
never  be  regained: 

Nothing  is  so  fatal  to  success  in  wilderness 
adventuring  as  loss  of  mastership.  The  trav- 
eler who  permits  himself  to  be  "bamboozled" 
or  his  outfit  rifled,  loses  hold  upon  his  men  and 
lays  the  foundation  for  future  trouble  of  a 
continuous  and  increasing  character.  Whether 
he  be  hunting  or  exploring  or  border-land 
traveling,  the  lone  white  man  must  maintain 
unquestioning  native  belief  in  his  authority — 
and  fairness  :  for  the  latter  attribute  is  equally 
essential.  It  means  there  will  be  occasion 
when  he  must  act  promptly,  sometinies  se- 
verely— though  never  cruelly,  of  course.  He 
must  punish  theft  without  delay;  he  must 
checkmate  underhand  manoeuvres ;  he  must 
tolerate  no  familiarity  -that  suggests  _  equality. 
He  must,  in  a  word,  b*e  the  boss,  a  just  boss 
whose  reward  is  as  swift  as  his  punishment. 
And  unless  he  is  so  qualified,  the  adventurer 
will  be  wise  to  turn  round  and  beat  a  safe 
retreat  while  he  may.  Once  control  is  lost, 
riot  results,  and  a  solitary  man  in  such  a 
plight  in  the  wilderness  has  about  as  much 
chance  as  a  snowball  in  that  place  of  tradi- 
tional heat  and  untimely   repentance. 

San    Carlos,    Venezuela,    is   described   as   a 

decadent  town.  In  its' palmy  days  it  had  two 
hundred  inhabitants.  Now  it  boasts  only 
about  fifty.  No  boat  could  be  hired  from  the 
Indians,  who   can  not  be  persuaded  to   enter 

unknown    regions  : 

All  that  day,  and  far  into  the  night,  I 
searched  unceasingly  for  a  canoe,  the  in- 
habitants viewing  my  anxious  diligence  with 
apathetic  and  undisguised  amusement.  They'd 
all  listen  politely,  then  shrug  their  shoulders 
as  they  repeated  the  dread  word  "nada" ; 
others  leaned  against  the  door  scratching  and 
mute.  Every  one  appeared  to  be  scratching, 
though  the  mosquitoes  seemed  to  be  not  so 
vicious  as  to  warrant  such  industry.  If  you 
meet  a  copperish-complexioned  gentleman,  one 
hand  scratching  his  posterior,  the  other  work- 
ing feverishly  over  the  upper  body  under  the 
shirt,  set  him  down  from  San  Carlos  by  the 
Casiquiare,  upon  whose  official  seal  should  be 
a  man  couchant  scratching,  on  a  forest  back- 
ground, with  bugs  rampant. 

But  when  a  boat  was  finally  secured  its 
crew  proved  to  be  all  that  it  should  be,  and 
here  the  author  has  something  to  say  about 
a  kind  of  natural  magic  that  is  nearly  uni- 
versal  among  primitive  peoples  : 

The  ways  of  these  men,  less  touched  by 
civilization  than  any  crew  I  had  on  the  road, 
interested  me  greatly.  Yet  how  much  alike 
are  the  different  species  of  the  human  family  ! 
In  Siam  and  in  Malaya  my  men  built  crude 
little  altars  in  the  jungle  upon  which  to  lay 
a  bit  of  fruit,  a  flower,  a  piece  of  their  cos- 
tume, when  they  wanted  to  propitiate  the 
gods  for  protection  against  the  fever  of  some 
malodorous  spot,  or  against  "the  animal,"  as 
always  the  terrible  tiger  is  called.  In  the  far 
north,  when  all  but  famished,  we  snow-shoed 
wearily  back  from  the  Barren  Grounds,  old 
Beniah,  leader  of  my  company  of  Dog-Rib  In- 
dians, was  wont  to  invite  a  fair  wind  by 
throwing  pinches  of  the  treasured  tobacco 
into  the  air  with  muttered  invocation.  At  the 
other  end  of  the  world,  here  on  the  Casi- 
quiare, my  men  had  a  rather  literal  manner 
of  casting  their  bread  upon  the  waters  by 
throwing  a  handful  of  mandioca  over  the  side 
of  the  canoe,  or  a  piece  of  shirt,  always  ac- 
companied by  much  palaver. 

The  famous  white  Indians  live  on  the  rive. 
Ocamo,  but  they  are  not  white,  although  their 
complexion  is  the  lightest  on  the  road — "a 
bleached  copper,  I  should  call  it."  They  are 
dreaded  as  makers  of  the  curare  poison  with 
which  they  charge  their  arrows  and  darts: 

I  have  no  first-hand  evidence  of  its  powers, 
but  competent  experimenters  with  examples 
fetched  to  the  outside  world  have  given  trust- 
worthy results  that  leave  no  doubt  of  its 
deadly  power.  A  big  bird,  such  as  the  curas- 
sow, succumbs  in  a  couple  of  minutes,  while 
the  largest  members  of  the  rat  family  and  the 
peccary  yield  in  ten ;  a  drop  in  a  mere  pin 
prick  "is  claimed  to  be  fatal  to  man.  The 
formula  of  this  poison  is  zealously  kept  secret, 
and  the  making  is  attended  by  much  cere- 
mony in  guarded  seclusion.  Outside  knowl- 
edge is  confined  to  such  general  information 
as  that  it  is  made  from  a  herb  found  up  the 
small  rivers  flowing  into  the  Orinoco,  and 
macerated,  stewed  and  strained  until  finally 
drawn  off  to  be  kept  in  hollow  sections  of 
cane.  The  fibre-strung  bows  used  by  these 
Indians  are  very  stiff,  from  four  to  six  feet 
in  length,  and  the  arrows  are  tipped  with 
bone  and  hard  wood;  their  blow-gun  ("saraba- 
tana")  is  a  small,  straight,  hollow  reed  abom 
seven  feet  long,  fitted  inside  of  a  bamboo 
or  palm  sapling,  which  makes  a  firm,  stout 
sheath ;  the  darts  are  slivers  of  hard  wood 
with  wool-like  butt  made  of  inner  tree  bark. 
The  blow-gun  secures  small  animals  and  birds, 
while  fish  are  killed  with  bow  and  arrow, 
which  also  serve  for  larger  game,  like  the 
tapir. 

The  author  made  a  strenuous  search  for 
some  of  the  celebrated  Indios  Bravos,  to  the 
frantic  terror  of  his  native  guide.  On  one 
occasion  he  successfully  stalked  one  of  these 
dreaded  Indians  and  was  half  tempted  to  cap- 
ture him  alive,  or  to  try  to  do  so: 

As  I  followed,  the  wild  fancy  of  capturing 
and  taking  him  out  flashed  through  my  brain  ; 
then  sober  second  thought  queried  how  it  was 
to  be  accomplished.  I  could  not  hold  him  up 
because  a  rifle  meant  nothing  to  him ;  he'd 
probably  think  it  some  new  kind  of  blow- 
gun,  which,  together  with  the  bow,  completes 
his  knowledge  of  deadly  weapons.  The  in- 
stant I  showed  myself  he  would  cither  lodge 
an  arrow  where  it  would  do  the  most  good 
— for  him — or  raise  an  alarm  ;  probably  both. 
Meantime,  there'd  be  nothing  for  me  but 
either   to   kill   him   or   skip — neither   of   which 


alternatives  pleased  me.  So  I  forsook  the 
capturing  alive  idea  and  turned  toward  my 
cache,  as  dusk  was  approaching  and  I  had 
strayed  quite  a  distance. 

Scarcely  had  I  separated  from  the  Indian 
when  a  boa  constrictor,  all  of  eight  feet  long, 
drew  slowly  across  my  path,  filling  me,  as  un- 
blinking reptiles  always  do,  with  resistless  de- 
sire to  kill.  It  was  second  largest  of  the  few 
snakes  I  saw,  but  often  as  I  stealthily  crept 
along  in  the  night  I  fancied  I  heard  them — 
which  was  worse  than  seeing  them.  Really, 
you  see  remarkably  few  snakes  in  the  jungle 
considering  their  multitude ;  they  flee  your 
path. 

At  the  mouth  of  the  Ventuario  there  was 
another  encounter  with  ants,  big  black  fel- 
lows from  a  half  to  three-quarters  of  an  inch 
long : 

When  I  sprang  out  of  my  hammock,  both 
hands  diligently  combing  and  brushing  and 
vigorously  slapping  my  person  from  head  to 
foot,  I  landed  unaware  in  the  midst  of  the 
marching  army.  It  may  sound  ridiculous,  no 
doubt,  that  an  active  pair  of  No.  7  shod  feet 
should  be  overwhelmed,  routed  by  mere  ants, 
of  which  hundreds  could  be  crushed  to  death 
at  every  stamp  of  the  foot — but  it's  true,  none 
the  less.  Until  I  had,  in  jumping  around,  got 
out  of  the  line  of  march  of  the  ant  army,  the 
battle  was  all  one  way.  I  could  not  kill  or 
knock  them  off  me  fast  enough  to  stand  free 
of  assault.  The  invasion  of  my  hammock 
had  begun  before  dawn,  and  daylight  filtered 
through  the  jungle  edge  by  the  time  I  finally 
escaped  the  invaders,  if  not  "bleeding  at 
every  vein,"  as  the  hero  patriot  of  famous 
song,  at  least  with  every  vein  punctured  and 
flaming. 

The  crocodile  is  another  unpleasant  in- 
habitant of  these  inland  regions,  and  the 
crocodile,  says  Mr.  Whitney,  has  nothing  to 
fear  on  land  or  water : 

It  is  commonly  said  that  crocodiles  are 
vicious  and  aggressive.  First  and  last,  in  Ma- 
laya and  South  America,  I  have  seen  quite  a 
lot  of  the  brutes  and  hold  the  contrary  belief, 
with  the  reservation  that  they  are  quite  liable 
to  attack  if  they  can  do  so  unobserved.  In  other 
words,  I  consider  the  crocodile  a  coward  that 
will  never  assail  you  if  your  eye  is  on  him. 
It  is  true  the  hideous  creature  will  lurk  about 
a  settlement  or  at  a  specific  spot  from  which 
it  has  been  driven.  In  my  own  experience  I 
have  known  of  its  repeatedly  entering  at 
night  the  compound  of  a  small  collection  of 
huts  on  the  Malay  coast,  to  terrorize  the 
wretched  people  and  finally  to  seize  and  partly 
carry   off   a   sleeping  young  woman. 

Where  not  effectually  repulsed,  i.  e., 
actually  hurt,  it  will  sneak  again  and  again  to 
a  locality  where  a  tidbit  offers,  such  as  dog 
or  pig  or  chicken  or  child,  growing  bolder 
with  each  unharmed  adventure,  until  it  really 
reduces  the  place  to  practical  vassalage. 
Often  some  little  settlement  is  thus  held  in 
subjection  until  guns  are  brought  to  raise  the 
siege — knives  and  spears  being,  as  a  rule,  the 
extent  of  armament  at  the  average  Malayan 
hut.  At  such  a  terrorized  hamlet,  where  a 
baby  boy  had  been  seized  at  its  play  in  broad 
day  near  the  water  whence  it  had  strayed,  I 
once  spent  a  week  of  bloody  warfare,  killing 
a  baker's  dozen  of  the  beasts — three  of  them 
in  the  basin  whither  the  people  went  for  their 
water.  Many  a  dog  and  small  pig  has  been 
seized  as  it  lowered  its  head  to  drink,  and 
often  a  child  sent  to  the  water-hole  unaccom- 
panied or  unaware  of  danger  has  been 
dragged  in  as  it  stooped  to  fill  the  jar — for 
the  water-hole  is  a  favorite  lurking  ground 
of  the  crocodile  which  has  singled  out  a  vil- 
lage for  toll,  and  even  the  men  and  women 
need  to  be  on  the  lookout. 

Adventuring  in  the  deep  jungle,  says  Mr. 
Whitney,  is  a  plod,  day  after  day — a  hard 
plod.  If  there  are  any  whom  he  may  tempt 
to  follow  his  example  there  are  some  golden 
rules  which  he  places  at  the  service  of  all. 
He  says  that  they  are  "to  keep  my  feet 
sound,  my  mouth  shut,  and  my  eyes,  ears, 
and  bowels  open." 

The  Flowing  Rcad.  By  Caspar  Whitney. 
Philadelphia :  J.  B.  Lippincott  Company ;  $3 
net. 


When  San  Francisco  "Lit  Up" 

Nearly  sixty  years  ago  the  streets  of 
San  Francisco  were  first  lighted  by  gas. 
This  was  the  first  city  in  California  to  be 
able  to  boast  of  such  an  innovation.  In- 
deed, it  was  the  first  city  in  the  entire 
western  part  of  the  country  to  have  a  gas 
works. 

Quite  a  number  of  the  hardy  pioneers 
who  came  westward  in  those  wonderful 
days  of  gold  excitement  will  recall  with 
interest  the  night  San  Francisco  "lit  up." 
It  was  a  time  of  rejoicing  and  celebrating. 
No  doubt  some  remember  the  banquet  at 
the  famous  old  Oriental  Hotel  to  celebrate 
the  fact  that  that  night  San  Francisco's 
street  lighting  system  gave  way  to  gas. 
The  exact  date  of  the  commemorating 
banquet  was  February  11,   1854. 

Compared  with  the  present-day  system 
that  was  a  modest  little  institution.  No- 
body dreamed  how  it  would  grow,  for  no- 
body dreamed  that  the  straggling  city 
would  ever  reach  today's  proportions. 
They  had  twelve  miles  of  mains  and  two 
holders,  with  a  combined  capacity  of  160,- 
000  cubic  feet  of  gas.  That  was  the  bi 
ginning  of  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric 
Company. 

In  1854  everything  was  remarkably  high 
out  here.  Gas  was  a  pretty  costly  propo- 
sition. The  price  was  $15  a  thousand. 
Nobody  could  use  it  today  at  that  rate. 
It  is  no  longer  a  luxury,  but  on  the  con- 
trary is  a  necessity,  and  selling  at  75 
cents  a  thousand,  has  entered  the  homes 
of.  high  and  low  degree  as,  perhaps,  the 
greatest  friend  ever  offered  to  the  house- 
keeper. Even  as  far  back  as  1908  col- 
lectors of  statistics  presented  figures  which 
showed  that  twice  as  much  gas  was  used 
in  America  for  cooking  and  heating  as  was 
used  in  1902. 

Beginning  with  the  manufacture  of  gas 
in  1854,  it  is  wonderfully  interesting  to 
observe  how  constantly  the  Pacific  Gas  and 
Electric  Company  has  grown.  After 
awhile  electricity  began  to  make  a  stir  in 
this  part  of  the  world  as  a  lighting  possi- 
bility, and  the  company  enlarged  its  scope 
and  also  became  the  pioneer  in  the  elec- 
trical field  in  California.  Gradually  the 
field  enlarged  as  people  came  to  under- 
stand all  that  gas  and  electricity  could  ac- 
complish. To  enable  it  to  keep  up  with 
the  demand  for  hydro-electric  power  the 
institution  is  now  expending  $6,500,000  in 
the  Sierras  to  increase  its  horsepower. 

And  as  to  population  served — figures  are 
amazing. 

"Pacific  Service"  is  now  extended  ti> 
thirty  of  California's  fifty-eight  counties, 
or  two-thirds  of  the  entire  population  of 
the  state.  It  covers  an  area  of  37,775 
square  miles,  or  just  half  the  size  of  all 
the  New  England  States  combined. 

To  go  still  further  into  details,  "Pacific 
Service"  furnishes  electricity  to  209  Cali- 
fornia towns,  with  a  combined  population 
of  1,082,992,  and  at  the  same  time  sup- 
plies gas  to  fifty  towns  with  a  combined 
population  of  97S,167.  Water?  Yes, 
twenty-five  towns  depend  on  it  to  make 
52,865  people  rejoice,  to  say  nothing  of 
hundreds  of  lawns  and  gardens.  And  the 
same  service  operates  one  street  railway 
which  affords  60,000  people  with  quick, 
easy,  and  comfortable  means  of  trans- 
portation. 

By  this  time  the  question  arises,  "Surely 
all  this  means  a  great  many  hundred  em- 
ployees ?"  So  it  does.  To  be  exact,  there 
are  on  the  pay-rolls  just  4800  trained  em- 
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THE   LATEST  BOOKS. 


All  the  World  to  Nothing. 
The  author  uses  an  old  plot,  even  a  vener- 
able one,  and  while  it  was  never  a  very  good 
one  it  becomes  effective  under  deft  handling. 
Richard  Chester,  who  has  gambled  away  his 
patrimony,  finds  himself  under  the  necessity 
of  earning  a  living.  An  accidental  intrusion 
into  an  apartment  on  West  Seventy-Sixth 
Street,  New  York,  causes  him  to  overhear  a 
conversation  between  Miss  Norah  Ellis  and 
her  family  lawyer.  Under  the  terms  of  her 
father's  will  the  young  lady  must  marry  at 
once  or  lose  her  inheritance,  and  as  she  has 
already  postponed  the  evil  day  as  far  as  pos- 
sible she  proposes  now  to  take  energetic 
measures  to  find  a  husband  and  equally  ener- 
getic measures  to  get  rid  of  him  afterwards. 
Our  hero  being  opportunely  "discovered,"  he 
is 'made  to  serve  the  purpose  as  alternative 
to  arrest  as  a  burglar,  and  so  Mr.  Richard 
Chester  finds  himself  the  husband  of  a  rich 
and  beautiful  woman  until  such  time  as  the 
necessary  divorce  can  be  secured.  The  sudden 
death  of  the  lawyer,  who  alone  knows  where 
he  can  be  found,  prevents  this  solution  of 
the  difficulty,  and  so  the  way  is  left  open  for 
the  easily  foreseen  conclusion  after  the  hero 
has  been  blown  to  and  fro  by  the  winds  of 
fortune  until  he  has  learned  the  discretion 
that  he  so  much  lacks. 

All    the    World    to    Nothing.      By    Wyndham 
Martyn.      Boston:    Little,   Brown  &    Co. 


The  Lady  of  the  Lane. 
Presumably  intended  for  girls,  the  adult 
will  find  that  this  story  can  be  read  without 
effort  and  even  profitably.  When  the  wealthy 
Mr.  Churchill  finds  that  his  daughter's  pres- 
ence is  no  longer  desired  at  the  fashionable 
school  to  which  he  has  sent  her  he  decides 
on  radical  measures  for  her  reformation.  He 
himself  began  married  life  in  poverty,  and 
the  cottage  in  which  he  and  his  wife  lived  is 
still  standing  on  the  estate.  So  Mr.  Churchill 
decides  that  Elizabeth  shall  be  banished  to 
this  cottage  with  an  elderly  companion  so  that 
she  may  be  surrounded  with  the  same  condi- 
tions from  which  her  dead  mother  extracted 
so  much  happiness.  In  this  way  he  hopes  that 
the  poison  of  wealth  may  be  neutralized  be- 
fore it  is  too  late  and  the  record  of  his  suc- 
cess makes  a  thoroughly  satisfactory  and 
wholesome  story. 

The  Lady  of  the  Lane.  By  Frederick  Oriti 
Bartlett.  New  York:  The  Century  Company; 
$1.25    net. 


Three  Wonderlands. 

Mr.  Thomas  D.  Murphy,  author  of  "Three 
Wonderlands  of  the  American  West,"  is  not 
the  first  traveler  to  express  surprise  that  there 
should  still  be  innumerable  people  with  leisure 
and  money  who  have  never  visited  the  Yel- 
lowstone Park,  the  Yosemite  National  Park, 
and  the  Grand  Canon  of  the  Colorado.  Perhaps 
they  feel,  as  the  author  himself  confesses  to 
have  felt,  that  artists  and  word-painters  have 
drawn  upon  their  imagination  rather  than 
upon  the  facts,  that  there  are  actually  no 
such  enchanted  lands  except  in  dreams.  And 
so  Europe  continues  with  open  arms  to  wel- 
come the  tourist  while  the  infinitely  greater 
wonders  of  America  remain  unhonored. 

The  author  divides  his  handsome  volume 
into  three  nearly  equal  parts,  devoted  re- 
spectively to  the  Yellowstone,  the  Yosemite, 
and  the  Grand  Caiion.  Without  any  intention 
to  write  a  guide-book,  he  yet  gives  us  the 
best  of  all  guide-books  in  the  shape  of  a  vivid 
and  enthusiastic  record  of  what  he  saw  and 
learned  during  a  leisurely  journey.  Naturally 
he  has  a  word  to  say  of,  and  for,  the  giant 
Sequoias.  It  is  painful,  he  says,  even  to 
write  of  felling  such  a  tree,  and  he  tells  us 
of  one  forest  monster  with  trunk  completely 
severed  and  yet  refusing  to  fall  until  after 
some  days  a  gust  of  wind  brought  the  giant 
to  the  ground. 

Mr.  Murphy  tells  us  that  photographs  and 
illustrations  can  give  no  adequate  conception 
of  the  vastness,  of  the  depth  of  abysses,  or 
of  the  height  of  titanic  peaks.  That,  of 
course,  is  true,  but  we  need  none  the  less  be 
grateful  for  the  sixteen  gorgeous  reproduc- 
tions in  color  from  original  paintings  by  Mr. 
Thomas  Moran,  N.  A.,  and  thirty-two  duo- 
gravures  from  photograph.  The  author's  de- 
scriptive ability  is  of  no  mean  order,  but  it  is 
ably  seconded  by  these  fine  illustrations,  which 
with  sundry  maps  help  to  make  up  j.  sump- 
tuous volume. 

Three  Wonderlands  of  the  American  West. 
By  Thomas  D.  Murphy.  Boston:  L.  C.  Page  & 
Co.;    $3    net. 

The  Evolution  of  Literature. 

Professor  A.   S.   Mackenzie   has  set  himself 

a   worthy   task   and   he   has  gone    far   towards 

its  performance   in   this   bulky  volume   on  the 

evolution    of    literature.      It    need    hardly    be 

said  that  his   aim   is  not   to   add  one   more  to 

i^i/iy   list   of  histories  of  litera- 

•',      to   account   for   the   presence 

^i.  .ill,    and    to    relate    it    to    the 

levelopment   of  which   it   is 

xample,  we  may  ask  our- 

•ii    prefer    rhyme    to    prose, 

otic*    between     children's 

i,   how   did   it   occur  to 

1    poetry   originate   in 

contagion  to  others, 


did  music  precede  poetry,  why  does  com- 
munal dancing  decay  under  civilization,  did 
prose  arise  before  poetry,  why  is  the  novel  so 
popular,  and  is  science  inimical  to  art?  These 
are  but  a  few  of  many  similar  questions  that 
introduce  us  not  only  to  the  deeper  aspects 
of  psychology  and  also  to  the  history  of  hu- 
manity and  of  its  subdivisions. 

The  author  admits  that  his  book  is  essen- 
tially an  anthropological  study.  Every  stage 
in  the  evolution  of  humanity  probably  has  its 
representatives  among  the  races  now  living, 
and  a  study  of  the  cultural  status  of  existing 
races  should  furnish  us  with  all  the  stages  of 
growth  through  which  mankind  has  passed. 
This  is  the  study  with  which  the  author  fills 
his  pages.  We  have  chapters  on  the  primitive 
literature  of  Africa,  of  Oceania,  of  Asia,  and 
of  America.  Other  chapters  are  devoted  to 
primitive  art,  drama,  lyric,  and  narrative. 
Barbarism  receives  seven  chapters,  while  an 
important  section  is  devoted  to  the  literary  in- 
fluences of  democracy.  Although  the  author's 
conclusions  must  necessarily  be  tentative, 
based  as  they  are  upon  material  capable  of  in- 
definite addition,  he  gives  us  an  impressive 
display  of  facts  that  are  well  marshaled  and 
of  forceful  and  logical  reasoning. 

But  it  is  the  author's  conclusions  that  are 
specially  pleasing.  Seeking  finally  for  a 
definition  of  literature,  he  tells  us  that  litera- 
ture is  the  verbal  utterance  of  man's  groping 
toward  the  light  and  beauty  of  self-realiza- 
tion. Literature  is  an  aesthetic  revelation, 
conscious  or  unconscious,  of  man's  spirit  to 
himself  and  to  others  through  the  agency  of 
words.  Literature  is  the  linguistic  expression 
of  aesthetic  ideals,  prose  or  poetry  being 
preferable  according  to  the  nature  of  the 
literary  content.  Of  the  three  definitions  we 
prefer  the  first  for  its  philosophic  truth  and 
for  its  inclusion  of  the  other  two. 

The  Evolution  of  Literature.  By  A.  S.  Mac- 
kenzie. New  York:  Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company; 
$2.50. 


The  Germans. 

Mr.  I.  A.  R.  Wylie  is  right  when  he  de- 
plores the  habit  of  writing  books  descriptive 
of  other  nations  on  no  better  basis  than  a 
six  weeks'  visit.  The  casual  traveler  sees,  of 
course,  nothing  at  all  but  museums  and 
waiters,  while  the  guest,  however  honored,  is 
still  a  guest,  and  sees  only  such  exterior  arti- 
ficialities as  his  host  is  willing  to  show  him. 
To  know  a  people  you  have  to  make  your 
home  among  them,  and  even  then  you  see 
only  a  geographical  aspect  that  may  but  ill 
represent  the  whole. 

But  Mr.  Wylie  has  at  least  tried  to  be  in- 
clusive, and  he  is  certainly  impartial.  He 
gives  us  360  pages  of  description  that  cover 
home  and  society  life  in  Germany,  women, 
marriage,  theatres,  music,  duels,  and  sport. 
Among  the  things  that  we  did  not  know  be- 
fore is  the  indifference  of  the  German  to 
competition  for  the  sake  of  competition.  For 
this  reason  he  will  not  play  games  and  detests 
cards.  The  schoolboy  works  hard,  not  to  win 
a  prize — usually  there  is  no  prize — nor  to  at- 
tain a  competitive  position,  but  because  he 
covets  knowledge.  "What  is  the  good  of  a 
fame?"  says  the  German.  "Am  I  wiser  or 
better  if  I  beat  you  at  tennis  ?"  "No,  but  the 
fun  of  it "  "I  don't  see  any  fun  in  beat- 
ing somebody  at  something  which  has  no 
value.  That  is  childish  and  a  waste  of  time." 
Mr.  Wylie's  book  has  some  of  the  defects  of 
its  kind,  but  it  is  written  with  a  sort  of 
shrewd  penetration,  it  is  always  good-tem- 
pered, and  its  emphasis  is  upon  virtues  rather 
than  upon  vices. 

The  Germans.  By  I.  A.  R.  Wylie.  Indianap- 
olis:   The    Bobbs-Merrill    Company;    $2. 


The  New  Immigration. 
Upon  no  other  subject  is  there  so  much  loose 
information  and  reckless  assertion  as  upon  that 
of  immigration.  No  other  problem  excites  so 
much  haphazard  legislation  or  offers  such  a 
fruitful  field  for  the  theorist,  whose  con- 
jectures are  rarely  based  upon  definite  facts. 
It  is  therefore  well  that  we  should  have  such 
a  book  as  that  compiled  by  Dr.  Peter  Roberts, 
whose  investigation  of  the  coal  communities 
has  already  won  for  him  a  deserved  rank 
among  sociologists. 

By  the  "men  of  the  new  immigration"  the 
author  means  the  people  of  southeastern  Eu- 
rope, who  first  appeared  in  the  early  'eighties 
of  the  last  century.  These  are  the  immi- 
grants who  are  usually  described  as  "the 
scum  of  Europe,"  or  the  "inefficient,  impover- 
ished, and  diseased."  Such  statements,  says 
Dr.  Roberts,  are  untrue,  uncharitable,  and 
malicious.  Emigration  from  any  land,  taken 
as  a  whole,  is  made  up  of  the  most  vigorous, 
enterprising,  and  strongest  members  of  the 
race.  Every  European  government  is  trying 
to  check  this  emigration,  which  would  cer- 
tainh  not  be  the  case  if  it  were  of  a  worth- 
less character.  The  author's  general  conclu- 
sion is  that  the  effect  of  immigration  has 
been  beneficial,  that  it  has  not  constituted  a 
menace  to  American  labor,  and  that  it  is 
still  needed  for  our  industrial  and  commer- 
cial development.  The  steps  by  which  he 
reaches  these  conclusions  are  too  numerous 
for  specific  mention  here,  but  it  may  be  said 
that  his  inquiry  is  an  exhaustive  one  and 
that  its  record  bears  every  mark  of  thorough- 
ness and  impartiality.  Whether  it  will  have 
any  effect  upon  the  administration  of  the  im- 


migration laws  or  upon  their  future  modifica 
tion  remains  to  be  seen.  Probably  it  will 
have  no  effect  so  long  as  the  average  legis- 
lator persists  in  judging  every  proposal  by 
its  probable  effects  on  his  own  political  for- 
tunes. 

The  New  Immigration.  By  Peter  Roberts, 
Ph.     D.       New    York:    The    Maemillan     Company; 

$1.60  net. 

The  Hamlet  Problem. 
Mr.  Emerson  Venable  adds  another  to  the 
already  numerous  theories  as  to  the  character 
of  Hamlet  and  the  reasons  for  his  delay  in 
executing  a  rightful  vengeance.  Hamlet,  sug- 
gests the  author,  was  intended  by  Shake- 
speare to  typify  mankind  and  that  the  vital 
conflict  revealed  in  his  soliloquies  is  but  the 
image  of  a  conflict  waging  in  every  human 
soul.  The  paramount  idea  of  the  tragedy  is 
that  of  an  Omniscient  Providence  revealing 
itself  in  modes  of  chance  or  opportunity.  The 
idea  of  chance  seems  to  consort  ill  with  that 
of  an  Omniscient  Providence  to  which  events 
must  necessarily  shape  themselves  by  law  and 
not  by  accident,  but  none  the  less  the  author 
quotes  the  "fortuitous"  coming  of  the  players 
and  the  unexpected  summoning  of  Hamlet  to 
his  mother's  chamber  as  examples  of  a  promi- 
nence given  to  chance  in  this  particular  play 
which  is  lacking  in  all  others.  These  trivial 
occurrences,  says  Mr.  Venable,  are  made  to 
serve  the  mighty  spiritual  purposes  of  a  Di- 
vine Justice  and  of  a  Divine  Will  shaping  the 
affairs  of  men. 

The  Hamlet  Problem  and  Its  Solution.  By 
Emerson  Venable.  Cincinnati:  Stewart  &  Kidd 
Company ;    $  1    net. 

J.  M.  Synge. 

This  little  volume  on  J.  M.  Synge  and  the 
Irish  dramatic  movement  is  among  latest  ad- 
ditions to  Modern  Biographies,  a  series  of  vol- 
umes small  in  bulk  but  distinguished  by  a 
condensation  and  fidelity  to  the  relevant  rare 
enough  in  biographical  literature.  Synge  was 
half  starving  himself  in  Paris  trying  to  be- 
come a  critic  of  French  literature  when  he 
was  discovered  by  Mr.  Yeats  and  persuaded 
to  become  the  spokesman  of  the  Aran  Islands 
and  the  interpreter  of  their  people.  He  only 
lived  four  years  after  thus  discovering  his 
metier,  or  rather  having  it  discovered  for  him, 
but  they  were  years  that  enabled  him  to  add 
something  interesting  and  important  to  litera- 
ture. The  author  tells  Synge's  story  well  and 
attempts  successfully  to  assign  to  him  his 
rightful  place  in  the  world  of  modern  letters. 

J.  M.  Synge  and  the  Irish  Dramatic  Move- 
ment. By  Francis  Bickley.  Boston:  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company;   75  cents  net. 


I 


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"Was  Christ  Divine?"  by  William  W.  Kins- 
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highly  recommended  as  a  broad-gauge  inquiry 
conducted  without  reference  to  dogma,  and 
illuminated  by  a  certain  mystical  insight  that 
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this. 

George  H.  Doran  Company,  New  York, 
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dealing  with  the  domestic  and  refined  crises 
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The  only  apparatus,  says  Mr.  Bennett,  neces- 
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Frank  Crane,  whose  latest  volume  of  essays 
has  just  been  published  by  Forbes  &  Co.  un- 
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all  the  popularity  that  he  is  receiving.  He 
tells  us  the  things  that  we  know  already,  that 
we  have  always  known,  but  he  does  it  in  such 
a  way  as  to  make  us  happy.  It  is  impossible 
to  read  one  of  Mr.  Crane's  essays  without 
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H.  Richards"  (Whitcomb  &  Barrows;  $1.50 
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woman  whose  extensive  efficiency  was  one  of 
the  decorations  of  the  educational  world  in 
which  she  lived.  For  forty  years  Mrs.  Rich- 
ards was  known  as  student,  teacher,  writer, 
and  lecturer.  Her  contributions  to  sanitary 
science  alone  were  numerous  enough  to  fill 
the  average  life,  while  her  activities  in  many 
other  directions  were  practical  and  beneficial. 
Miss  Hunt  has  done  her  work  well  and  in 
such  a  way  as  to  present  an  adequate  picture 
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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Her  Soul  and  Her  Body. 
Louise  Closser  Hale  gives  us  some  rough 
and  rugged  writing  in  her  picture  of  the  girl 
who  must  get  her  own  living  in  the  city  and 
who  awakes  slowly  to  the  fact  that  she  is  a 
besieged  fortress  and  that  while  she  looks 
upon  herself  as  a  soul  the  world — or  at 
least  the  male  part  of  it — is  likely  to  look 
upon  her  as  a  body.  The  heroine,  Melissa 
Robinson,  tells  us  that  when  she  was  a  little 
girl  her  mother  objected  to  being  kissed  by 
her  father  in  the  presence  of  their  daughter. 
Her  own  narrative  shows  that  we  have  moved 
a  long  way  since  then  and  that  the  girl  who 
goes  out  into  the  world  is  likely  to  find  a 
good  use  for  all  those  barriers  of  conventions 
that  may  seem  to  be  superfluous  but  that  are 
actually  protective.  Melissa's  ultimate  adven- 
tures are  of  a  stirring  kind  and  include  an 
unwitting  incursion  to  a  house  of  ill-fame, 
but  the  author  is  too  good  a  writer  to  strain 
her  effects  or  to  wander  from  the  domain  of 
probability.  Melissa  is  a  type  of  an  in- 
creasingly large  class  of  women  with  whom 
an  eternal  vigilance  is  the  price  of  safety, 
and  the  author  is  to  be  congratulated  upon  the 
fact  that  her  picture  is  a  moving  one.  We 
don't  need  much  art  nowadays  in  our  stories. 

Her    Soul   and   Her    Body.      Bv    Louise    Closser 
Hale.     New  York:   Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;  SI. 20  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
The  Century  Company  has  just  sent  to 
press  new  editions  of  Professor  Edward  Als- 
worth  Ross's  "The  Changing  Chinese"  and 
"Changing  America."  This  is  the  fifth  large 
edition  of  "The  Changing  Chinese,"  the 
earlier  of  the  two  books. 

Milo  Winter,  whose  first  book.  "Billy  Pop- 
gun," is  published  this  month  by  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company,  is  a  young  American  artist 
of  unusual  attainmnet  and  promise. 

"Primrose,"  the  most  successful  of  this 
year's  Paris  plays,  is  by  Robert  de  Flers,  who, 
with  Cail'avet,  was  the  author  of  some  of 
Miss  Billie  Burke's  successes  in  this  country, 
notably  "Love  Watches."  M.  de  Flers  is  a 
son-in-law  of  Sardou  ;  he  could  call  himself  a 
"marquis,"  if  he  chose,  but  contents  him- 
self with  plain  "Monsieur."  It  is  odd  that 
not  one  of  Sardou's  sons  should  have  any 
connection  with  the  stage,  while  the  most 
successful  Paris  playwright  of  today  should 
step  in  the  shoes  of  the  most  successful  of  the 
last  generation — inherit  Sardou's  shoes  by  the 
distaff  side,  so  to  speak.  One  of  the  J.  B. 
Lippincott      Company's      forthcoming      books, 


"Sardou  and  the  Sardou  Plays,"  by  Jerome 
A.  Hart,  gives  many  curious  and  interesting 
details  concerning  Sardou,  his  enormous 
gains,  his   family,  his  critics,  and  his   friends. 

Among  the  books  included  in  the  fall  list 
of  Henry  Holt  &  Co.  is  one  of  peculiar  in- 
terest to  art  lovers.  "The  Collectors,"  a  vol- 
ume of  stories  by  Frank  Jewett  Mather,  Jr., 
professor  of  art  at  Princeton.  It  touches  on 
such  matters  as  an  able  and  candid  picture 
forger,  an  artful  great  lady  and  an  artless 
expert,  Italianate  Americans,  the  triumph  of 
a  resourceful  dealer  over  two  critics  and  a 
captain  of  industry,  etc.  The  whole  com- 
mences with  a  ballade  and  ends  with  reflec- 
tions upon  art  collecting. 

The  Century  Magazine's  "After  the  War" 
articles,  dealing  with  "Great  Events  in  Ameri- 
can Progress"  occurring  since  the  Civil  War, 
begin  in  the  November  issue  with  "The 
Humor  and  Tragedy  of  the  Greeley  Cam- 
paign," by  Colonel  Henry  Watterson,  editor 
of  the  Louisville  Courier-Journal. 


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York:    George  H.   Doran   Company;   $1.25  net. 

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tures of  Professor  Challenger. 

The  Tempting  of  Taverkake.  By  E.  Phillips 
Oppenheim.  Boston:  Little,  Brown  &  Co.;  $1.25 
net. 

A  new  novel   by  a  popular  author. 

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A   story. 

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York:  Desmond  FitzGerald,  Inc.;  $1.25  net. 
Translated   from  the  German. 

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Some    Christmas  stories. 

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York:    G.    P.    Putnam's    Sons;    $1.25   net. 
A  novel. 

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Translated   from  the    French  by   Mme.    Moret 

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"A  ROMANCE  OF  THE  UNDERWORLD." 


It  is  a  very  much  easier  proposition  to  cut 
down  the  average  four-act  play  to  one  of  a 
single  act  in  length  than  to  expand  a  one- 
act  playlet  to  a  four-act  drama.  Hence,  Paul 
Armstrong's  "A  Romance  of  the  Underworld" 
is  of  quite  tenuous  dramatic  structure.  The 
piece  bears  every  evidence  of  having  been 
hammered  out  thin.  In  the  last  act  the  tex- 
ture is  of  a  thinness  that  permits  one  to 
plainly  view  the  framework  beneath. 

Nevertheless  there  are  many  interesting 
scenes  in  the  play.  The  first  act,  although 
not  the  big  act,  is  by  far  the  most  interesting. 
It  represents  "sentencing  day"  in  the  court  of 
general  sessions,  New  York  City,  and  bears 
the  ear-marks  of  fidelity  to  life.  In  fact,  so 
great  is  this  fidelity  that  the  author  has  per- 
mitted himself  to  depart  thereby  from  close- 
knit  dramatic  action,  as  the  majority  of  the 
characters  are  put  in  to  make  up  a  picture 
of  life,  and  are  unnecessary  to  the  main 
thread  of  interest. 

The  story  of  "A  Romance  of  the  Under- 
world" is  that  of  a  conspiracy  against  an  in- 
nocent man,  in  the-xourse  of  which  the  guilty 
ones  protect  themselves  by  means  of  bribery 
and  perjury,  which  motives  are  the  means  of 
working  in  the  big  court-room  scene. 

Paul  Armstrong  has  made  a  study,  for  dra- 
matic purposes,  of  characters  in  slum,  law- 
court,  and  criminal  life,  and  though  he  is 
something  of  an  agreeable  sentimentalist  in 
his  views  of  the  fallen  half  of  humanity,  he 
is  not,  in  his  heart,  a  romanticist  as  regards 
the  tender  relations  between  the  sexes.  He 
is,  apparently,  more  interested  in  men  than  in 
women,  and  better  informed  on  the  subject 
of  male  human  nature.  At  any  rate  the 
women  in  "Alias  Jimmy  Valentine"  and  "A 
Romance  of  the  Underworld"  have  no  particu- 
lar individuality  or  pronounced  character- 
istics, but  are  just  feminine  things  that  pleas- 
urably  attract  masculine  regards. 

The  romance  proper  of  the  underworld — in 
so  far,  that  is,  as  romance  can  be  construed 
as  the  love-interest  purely — is  rather  insinu- 
ated in  to  please  the  public,  having  no  real 
bearing  whatever  on  the  main  plot. 

If  Lawyer  McDermott  hadn't  happened  to 
be  taken  with  the  charms  of  his  client's  pretty 
sister,  "A  Romance  of  the  Underworld"  could 
have  gone  on  just  the  same,  except  for  the 
last  act,  which  was  obligingly  added  on  by  Mr. 
Armstrong  in  order  to  give  his  hero  a  chance 
to  propose. 

Paul  Armstrong  shows  us,  in  "Alias  Jimmy 
Valentine,"  that  some  criminals  are  much  bet- 
ter out  of  prison  than  in ;  and  in  the  sen- 
tencing-day  scene,  in  "A  Romance  of  the  Un- 
derworld," he  causes  us  to  realize  that  a 
humane  judge  in  whom  "the  quality  of  mercy 
is  not  strained"  can  be  as  an  angel  descended 
from  heaven,  snatching  wavering  souls  with 
valuable  potentialities  for  good  from  that  aw- 
ful inferno  of  crushed  ambitions  and  dead 
hopes,  a  prison. 

The  playwright's  theory  of  the  necessity  of 
providing  characters  for  the  public  to  love  is 
sound.  It  is  a  goodly  emotion  to  have  our 
cold,  self-set  hearts  softened  by  the  contem- 
plation of  a  merciful  lightening  of  other's 
misery.  It  may  even  be  doing  missionary  work 
within  us,  by  suggesting  the  keener  joys  to 
be  gained  by  playing  a  more  active  part  in 
life  than   that  of  mere  observer. 

In  Mr.  Armstrong's  play  our  feelings  were 
not  harassed  with  the  spectacle  of  rank  in- 
justice. The  judge,  as  played  by  George  B. 
Miller,  is  a  personage  of  ample  dignity  and 
virility,  but  with  a  lively  sense  of  the  need 
of  justice  tempered  with  mercy.  And  he,  fol- 
lowing out  Paul  Armstrong's  idea  and  inten- 
tion, is  the  character  we  more  particularly 
love.  There  is  a  string  of  offenders  who 
come  before  the  judge  for  sentence,  most  of 
whom  we  pity  and  all  of  whom  hold  our  in- 
terest. The  majority  of  these  people  bear  no 
actual  relation  to  the  main  plot,  but  some  of 
them  appear  later  in  a  scene  in  the  Tombs, 
wherein  we  meet  again  the  prisoner  whose 
liberty  is  conspired  against,  and  his  counsel, 
Tom  McDermott. 

There  are  various   dashes  of  local  color  to 

heighten  the  prison  atmosphere,  there  is  much 

prolonged   and   stagy   embracing  by   the   inno- 

isoner    and    his    pretty   sister — here,    I 

fr.   Armstrong  wishes  to    persuade   us 

c  ihe  devoted  sister — but  there  is  not  a 

■ount  of  drama.     The  most  interesting 

j   of  this  act   is  the  picture  of  Slippery 

the    pickpocket,    and    Dago    Annie,    his 

adv." 

.    Tammany    Young,    who    seems,    by    the 
. ,    to    recognize    the    arresting    possibilities 

inerent   in    his    middle   name,   gives    a   very 


clever  picture  of  the  young  thief,  proud  of  his 
prowess  in  his  particular  line,  pale,  vicious, 
with  the  flat  voice  and  tough  dialect  of  the 
slum  prowler. 

Another  clever  sketch,  although  not  so  skill- 
fully and  firmly  outlined,  is  that  of  Ruth  Ben- 
son's "Dago  Annie"  with  her  hip  swagger,  and 
her  draggled,   smirched  femininity. 

The  big  scene — the  third  act — takes  us  to 
court  again.  The  conspirers  have  made  a  mis- 
step, in  their  testimony  about  the  weather 
during  which  the  trumped-up  offense  occurred. 
Tom  McDermott,  the  young  lawyer  with  his 
first  case,  puts  them  to  confusion  by  bringing 
before  the  court  the  official  records  of  the 
weather  bureau.  And  to  add  an  effective  dra- 
matic suggestion  to  this  scene,  the  playwright 
has  evolved  a  thunderstorm,  with  the  darken- 
ing of  the  sky,  the  rolling  clamor  of  electric 
artillery,  and  a  dripping  rainstorm  seen  and 
heard  through  the  court-room  windows  as 
highly  realistic  elements. 

Court  scenes  always  are  interesting,  because 
the  theatre-going  public  enjoys  a  detailed 
presentation  of  the  dramatic  aspects  of  life  out 
of  its  ordinary  ken,  but  this  play  suffers  from 
an  insufficiency  of  importance  or  interest  at- 
tached to  Richard  Elliott,  the  innocent  victim 
of  the  guilty  conspirers.  He  seems  to  be 
merely  the  brother  of  his  sister,  who  is  just 
a  pretty  girl,  and  the  heroine  only  because  she 
has   no    rival    in   importance. 

Miss  Calvert,  by  the  way,  did  not  appear  in 
the  role,  the  part  being  intelligently,  although 
a  trifle  too  self-consciously,  rendered  by  a 
pretty  actress  named  Beatrice  Nicholls. 

In  the  last  act  the  author  brings  on  the 
stage  various  characters  who  have  figured  in 
the  first-act  court-room  scene.  He  brings  them 
there  merely  because  we  have  already  made 
their  acquaintance  and  have  liked  or  sympa- 
thized with  them,  and  because  for  that  reason 
they  will  serve  as  useful  furniture  to  eke  out 
an  entirely  unnecessary — save  on  the  grounds 
of   time-filling — fourth    act. 

In  fact,  "A  Romance  of  the  Underworld," 
although  interesting  and  sympathetically  ap- 
pealing in  places,  can  not  be  called  a  tech- 
nically excellent  or  admirable  play. 

Holbrook  Blinn's  appearance  in  the  role  of 
Tom  McDermott,  the  young  lawyer  with  his 
first  case,  is,  artistically,  a  waste  on  Mr. 
Blinn's  part.  Financially,  no  doubt,  he  is  a 
drawing  card,  but  no  one  not  already  in- 
formed could  guess,  from  his  impersonation, 
to   what  histrionic   heights  he  is   able  to   rise. 

Mr.  Blinn  permited  himself  to  fall  into 
that  reprehensible  habit  common  to  the  sec- 
ondary rank  of  long-run  players  of  over-rapid 
and  mechanical  speech.  And,  so  great  is  the 
prestige  of  a  leading  man  in  a  company  of 
the  kind,  it  is  to  the  credit  of  a  majority  of 
the  players  that  they  did  not  follow  suit. 
The  two  newspaper  reporters  did,  and  conse- 
quently and  finally  very  few  knew,  and  very 
many  ceased  to  care,  what  they  said. 

No  such  fundamental  carelessness  is  ever 
permitted  in  a  Belasco  production.  Not  a 
character  in  "The  Woman"  but  made  his  or 
her  lines  distinct  and  audible  in  every  part 
of  the  house. 

Such  splendid  stage  directorship  was  absent 
from  "A  Romance  of  the  Underworld,"  as 
several  other  minor  characters  were  careless 
and  gabbling  in  their  delivery,  but,  on  the 
other  hand,  there  were  a  number  of  short 
impersonations  in  the  court-room  scene  that 
rose  to   a  considerable   degree  of  merit. 

The  expansive  Podesta,  with  his  Latin  vi- 
vacity, and  his  lively  sense  of  gratitude,  was 
so  realistic  as  to  be  actually  suggestive  of 
garlic.  Mr.  Piazza,  the  actor  of  the  panto- 
mimic Italian,  was  consistently  in  his  role 
every  moment,  even  while  Podesta  sat  droop- 
ingly  on  the  court-room  bench  and  endured 
life  until  court  was  opened. 

James  A.  Marcus  and  Seth  Smith  lent  the 
illusion  of  reality  to  their  impersonations  of 
the  politician  and  the  Irish  gang  boss,  and 
Anna  McDonald's  representation  of  the  shop- 
lifter's hysterical  relief  when  the  judge  dis- 
missed the  case  and  she  was  free  to  go  home 
to  her  baby,  almost  brought  a  lump  to  one's 
throat. 

There  were  family  scenes  in  court,  in 
which  figured  types  familiar  to  newspaper 
men  of  groggery  politicians,  the  chattering 
Italian  pair,  and  a  richly  brogued  Irish  couple, 
a  neighborhood  row,  and  other  suggestions  of 
tenement   house  life. 

Theatre-goers  who  favor  the  Pinero  brand 
of  elegant  sinners  will  not  take  kindly  to  "A 
Romance  of  the  Underworld,"  but  it  is  ex- 
actly in  line  with  the  tastes  of  that  great  ma- 
jority that  reads  the  yellow  press,  goes  every 
night  to  the  moving-picture  shows,  attends 
the  police  courts,  chats  with  the  policeman  on 
bis  beat,  fraternizes  with  the  corner-grocer, 
knows  all  about  baseball,  and  is  in  a  state  of 
general  good-fellowship  with  that  big,  harm- 
less, hard-working,  fun-loving,  happy,  good- 
natured  aggregation  known  as  "the  masses." 
Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


The  Wednesday  matinees  during  the  El- 
tinge  engagement  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  are 
given  at  special  prices  ranging  from  25  cents 
to  $1.50.  Evet^ng  price  for  the  best  seats 
is   $2. 


THE  SYMPHONY  ORCHESTRA. 


While  Tipo  is  the  best  known  of  the 
Italian-Swiss  Colony  wines,  there  are  other 
varieties  as  choice.  Each  is  positively  the 
best  in  its  class. 


The  first  symphony  concert  of  the  second 
season  of  the  San  Francisco  Orchestra  took 
place  on  Friday  afternoon,  October  25,  and, 
as  the  affair  was  numerously  attended  by  the 
society  elect,  was  instrumental  in  giving  to 
down-town  regions  an  unusually  attractive 
aspect.  The  streets,  before  and  after  the  con- 
cert, were  full  of  beautifully  dressed  women, 
and  the  downstairs  auditorium  of  the  Cort 
Theatre  was  all  but  crowded  with  an  attentive 
and  deeply  absorbed  audience. 

Mr.  Hadley  must,  of  intention,  have  planned 
to  give  a  lighter  character  to  his  opening 
concert,  as  the  Dvorak  symphony,  "From  the 
New  World,"  is  still  regarded  with  raised  eye- 
brows by  the  ultra  elect  among  musicians. 
That,  however,  need  not  particularly  concern 
a  large  audience  at  a  symphony  concert,  as, 
necessarily,  a  very  small  proportion  of  them 
are  bound  down  to  musical  exclusiveness  by 
being  professional  musicians.  The  outer  bar- 
barians, therefore,  having  nothing  on  their 
conscience,  or  consciousness,  enjoyed  the  sym- 
phony perhaps  more  heartily  than  profoundly, 
as  it  teems  with  melodic  richness,  as  the  fruit- 
ful soil  of  our  new  world  teems  with  fruit 
and  flora.  It  appears,  indeed,  as  if  the  com- 
poser must  have  had  that  thought  in  mind ; 
the  music  seems  to  express  so  many  sugges- 
tions of  the  springs  of  life,  in  a  new,  fresh, 
virginal  world.  There  are  the  solemnities  of 
mighty  forests,  the  pipings  of  little  birds  in  a 
primeval  stillness,  the  limpid  purling  of  rills, 
and  little,  tender,  fugitive  phrases  which  seem 
to  spring  up  here  and  there  as  flowers  bloom 
on  a  forest  floor.  And  ever  and  anon  we 
heard  that  solemn,  sweetly  phrased  symphonic 
theme  wandering  over  the  field  of  melody  like 
waves  of  moonlight  lighting  the  mossy 
shadows  of  night.. 

Indeed,  as  one  recalls  the  Bohemian  com- 
poser's freshness  of  treatment,  and  the  soul  oi 
youth  in  his  music,  which,  let  us  say  for  illus- 
tration, is  as  striking  in  its  suggestion  of  a 
wonderful  birth  as  that  of  the  Herod  theme 
in  "Salome"  is  expressive  of  satiation  and  de- 
cay, we  can  but  suspect  that  the  musical  ex- 
clusives,  however  haughtily,  shared  in  the 
pleasure   of  the  uninformed   majority. 

And  even  the  outer  barbarians,  as  they 
listened  to  the  series  of  lovely  repetitions  as 
the  different  instruments  took  up  the  main 
theme,  could  not  fail  to  notice  a  general  im- 
provement in  the  body  of  instrumentalists, 
proceeding,  no  doubt,  from  Mr.  Hadley's 
greater  acquaintanceship  with  the  musical 
possibilities  of  San  Francisco. 

"From  the  New  World"  was  preceded  by 
the  Beethoven  "Overture,  Leonora,  No.  3,"  a 
remarkably  beautiful  composition,  which  has 
won  from  the  great  Wagner  the  verdict  that 
"it  is  not  an  overture,  but  a  drama  in  all  its 
puissance."  In  this  third  of  the  four  over- 
tures written  for  "Fidelio"  the  searcher  for 
emotional  effects  in  music  may  revel  in  the 
delicacy  and  tenderness  of  the  love  theme, 
yield  to  the  spell  of  the  still  finer  passages 
of  pathos,  and  respond  to  the  thrill  of  those 
stormy  gusts  of  passionate  joy  which  consti- 
tute a  dramatic   climax  to  the  whole. 

Rimsky-Korsakow's  "Capriccio  Espagnol" 
is  new  to  a  San  Francisco  audience.  The 
Russian  composer  has  perfectly  conceived  and 
rendered  the  Spanish  characteristics  of  dance 
music,  which  are  recognized  at  once,  in  the 
opening  movement;  nor  is  it  merely  the  click 
of  castanets  and  the  tang  of  the  strings 
which  makes  that  whirl  of  wild  gayety  so 
Andalusian,  for  Rimsky-Korsakow  has  caught 
and  imprisoned  in  his  music  the  soul  of 
Spain.  In  this  brilliant,  breathless  caprice, 
which  whirls  on  through  its  five  movements 
without  stop  or  pause,  there  are  all  the  con- 
trasts and  composites  of  mood  of  a  multitude 
abandoned  to  the  intoxication  of  the  dance ; 
the  lure  of  seductive  sweetness,  the  outbursts 
of  mad  gayety,  the  minor  note  of  sadness, 
through  which  pulses  the  irresistible  rhythm 
which  plays  on  nerves  and  senses  ;  in  fact,  all 
the  characteristics  of  that  true  dance  music 
which  takes  hold   of  a  people's  soul. 

Mr.  Henry  Hadley,  in  spite  of  a  certain  ab- 
sence of  inspiration  and  magnetism  in  his 
leadership,  has  his  orchestra  well  in  hand. 
He  has  a  sort  of  military  quality  in  his  domi- 
nation over  the  musicians,  and  the  precision 
of  response  is  noticeably  more  exact  than  in 
the  previous  season.  He  now  has  under  him 
a  well-drilled  body  of  musicians  who,  while 
not  rising  to  the  brilliancy  of  ensemble  work 
exacted  as  a  matter  of  course  by  the  greater 
leaders,  are  able  to  interpret  the  great  com- 
positions with  breadth  of  feeling  and  excel- 
lent execution.  Their  noticeable  specialty  lies 
in  fineness  and  delicacy  of  effect  rather  than 
in  the  execution  of  impassioned  or  powerful 
passages. 

A  programme,  containing  much  information 
concerning  the  orchestra,  and  highly  interest- 
ing programme  comments,  from  the  pens  of 
H.  E.  Krehbiel  and  Felix  Borrowski,  was  put 
in  the  hands  of  an  audience  which  was  un- 
able to  read  it  on  account  of  the  dim,  religious 
light  which  prevailed — an  oversight  that 
should  be  promptly  remedied.  J.  H.  P. 


Tarquini  Engaged  for  Dippel's  Company. 

The  New  York  papers  have  discovered  that 

Andreas  Dippel  has  engaged  for  his  company 

Miss  Tarquinia  Tarquini,  the  Italian  soprano, 

who    created   the   title-role   of   "Conchita"    in 


Milan,  and  who  has  just  achieved  a  remark- 
able success  in  San  Francisco,  to  sing  thc- 
same  role  when  this  opera  is  presented  in 
New  York,  Chicago,  and  Philadelphia  this 
winter. 

—  ♦*- 

Lewis  Waller's  fine  production  of  Shake- 
speare's "Henry  V"  at  Daly's  Theatre  in  New 
York  was  highly  praised,  but  it  did  not  draw 
and  has  been  withdrawn. 


Victor  Floor 
REMODELED 

We  have  remodeled  the  Third  Floor  of  our 
building,  devoting  it  to  the  perfect  display  of 
VICTORS,  VICTROLAS  and  RECORDS.  This 
entire  floor  is  devoted  to  individual  glass  parti- 
tioned sound-proof,  demonstration  rooms,  all 

Perfectly  Ventilated  and  Day-Lighted 

Every  convenience  has  been  installed  for  the 
proper  demonstration  of  our  tremendous 
stock  of  VICTOR  goods,  and  for  the  comfort 
of  our  patrons. 

Sherman  Mlayoc  Go. 

Sleiuway  and  Other  Pianos  Apollo  and  CeoliaD  Player  Pianos 
Victor  Talking  Machines    Sheet  Music  and  Musical  Merchandise 

Kearny  and  Sutter  S  ts.,  San  Francisco 
Fourteenth  and  Clay  Sts.,  Oakland 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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Matinee  Every  Day 
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Prima  Donua;  Joseph  Hart's  production  of  Geo. 
V.  Hobarfs  playlet,  "MEIN  LIEBOHEN"     Jiv 
Loved  One),  with  Gus  C.  Weinburg;  HOWARD, 
the  Scottish,  Original  Sub- Vocalist;  CLAUDIUS 
and  S<  ARLET,  presenting  "A  Call  of  the  Sixties"  : 
LES  MARCO  BELLf.  French  Comedy  Oonjurors: 
CHARLIE  OLi  OTT,  a  Comic  Opera  in  Ten  Min- 
utes: NELLIE  NICHOLS;  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MO- 
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Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays*. 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Every  day  we  awake  to  some  new  and  hor- 
rible danger  that  is  threatening  humanity  and, 
come  to  think  of  it,  it  is  surprising  how  many 
people  there  are  to  remind  us  how  grateful 
we  ought  to  be  for  continuing  life  and  such 
continuing  health  as  the  doctors  will  allow 
us.  For  example,  take  the  problem  of  the 
oyster.  Now  the  oyster  is  not  usually  looked 
upon  as  an  aggressive  beast.  His  mild  and 
tranquil  temperament  is  untinged  by  ferocity. 
His  tendency  is  wholly  toward  the  meditative 
life,  and  no  hunger  for  conquest  or  dominion 
has  ever  been  attributed  to  him.  On  the 
whole,  we  have  learned  to  look  upon  our 
humble  bivalvular  brother  with  respect,  not 
so  much  for  his  intellect  as  for  his  virtue. 
In   point   of  fact  we  cultivate  the  oyster. 

But  how  deceptive  are  appearances.  Who 
would  have  supposed  that  under  that  calm 
and  unruffled  exterior  lay  a  ravening  ambition 
that  it  now  becomes  our  duty  to  watch  and 
to  foil?  But  such  is  the  fact.  The  Oyster 
Growers'  and  Dealers'  Association  of  North 
America  says  so,  and  they  urge  us  to  be  upon 
our  guard  against  this  insidious  and  de- 
structive insect.  An  oyster,  they  tell  us,  is 
wonderfully  prolific.  A  single  specimen  will 
produce  thirty  million  young  in  a  season,  and 
from  this  fact  we  may  draw  a  noble  and  in- 
spiring lesson  for  the  race-suiciding  ladies  of 
America.  Will  these  ladies  allow  themselves 
to  be  surpassed  by  a  mere  oyster?  Will  they 
yield  the  palm  to  a  paltry  shellfish?  They 
will. 


But  to  return.  If  these  thirty  million  baby 
oysters  should  survive  the  dangers  of  vaccina- 
tion, measles,  fits,  and  natural  enemies,  "in  a 
few  years  Long  Island  Sound,  Peconic,  Gar- 
diner's, Narragansett,  Great  South  and  Chesa- 
peake Bay  would  become  filled  up.  Naviga- 
tion would  have  to  be  suspended  and  the  oy- 
ster shells  would  form  solid  land  as  do  the 
houses  of  the  coral  insects  of  the  South  Pa- 
cific." 

Now  what  do  you  think  of  that?  There 
you  have  the  true  character  of  the  mild  and 
unassuming  oyster.  It  is  useless  to  argue 
that  his  fell  designs  are  circumvented  by  the 
afore-mentioned  diseases  and  enemies.  It  is 
the  intention  that  counts,  and  the  oyster  in- 
tends to  do  these  things  as  soon  as  he  can 
force  the  birthrate  up  to  the  requisite  mark. 
Once  give  him  the  chance  to  reduce  his 
hideous  infant  mortality,  once  allow  him  to 
rear  his  little  annual  brood  in  safety,  and  he 
will  bury  New  York  under  oyster  shells  and 
perhaps  even  come  prancing  and  galloping 
across  the  continent. 

Of  course  there  is  a  remedy.  It  is  indi- 
cated by  that  noble  and  patriotic  body  known 
as  the  Oyster  Growers*  and  Dealers'  Associa- 
tion of  North  America,  who  have  thus  rung 
the  tocsin  in  our  ears  and  summoned  us  to 
the  defense  of  our  own,  our  native  land, 
against  the  oyster.  The  oyster  must  be  eaten 
alive.  Let  there  be  no  pity.  It  is  his  life  or 
ours.  Let  the  country  rally  to  the  defense  of 
Peconic  and  Gardiner's  and  New  York  and 
all  the  other  peaceful  little  hamlets  now 
threatened  by  the  insatiable  maw  of  the  re- 
lentless, implacable,  and  vindictive  oyster. 
Let  those  eat  now  who  never  ate  before, 
And  those  who  always  ate,  now  eat  the  more. 


Let  us  revert  for  a  moment  to  the  subject 
of  teeth,  and  to  the  address  recently  delivered 
before  the  dentists'  convention  in  New  York. 
It  will  be  remembered  that  the  dental  orator 
warned  his  hearers  solemnly  against  the 
young  woman  with  chalky  teeth.  Such  a 
damsel,  he  said,  would  be  incapable  of  love, 
and  we  made  a  note  of  that  fact  for  future 
guidance.  But  there  are  other  points  to  be 
considered,  and  the  would-be  Eenedict  should 
be  warned  before  it  is  too  late.  Teeth  that 
are  set  wide  apart  indicate  eroticism.  Short 
white  teeth  like  grains  of  rice  denote  a  con- 
sumptive and  highly  strung  woman,  and  we 
are  sorry  to  hear  this  because  we  rather  favor 
that  sort  of  teeth.  If  the  teeth  are  discolored 
and  uneven  we  must  beware  of  a  narrow  in- 
telligence and  a  dyspeptic  constitution. 
Teeth  that  are  very  white  are  the  sign  of 
a  snappy  ill-temper,  and  as  such  they  are  to 
be  avoided  by  the  man  who  wishes  to  be 
happy  though  married.  Avoid  also  very  short 
teeth  with  long  prominent  gums,  as  they  indi- 
cate a  coarse  mind  and  obstinacy.  Tolerate 
nothing  but  the  pink-tinted  teeth  of  even 
shape  and  arrangement,  and  then  your  life 
will  be  one  long  blessed  honeymoon.  Prob- 
ably when  the  eugenists  get  down  to  business 
they  will  have  the  owners  of  all  other  kinds 
of  teeth  properly  isolated  on  reservations  so 
as  to  prevent  them  from  propagating  their 
misguided  kind.  In  conclusion  the  lecturer 
told  a  story  for  which  there  was  no  extra 
charge.     Here   it  is  : 

The    most    remarkable    of    the    many    sentimental 

stories    I    have   heard    about    teeth    was   told   me  by 

a    dentist    of   Atlanta,    in    the   State  of  Georgia.      A 

pair  of  lovers  came  to  him,  and  each  requested  him 

to   pull  out  a  tooth.     He  protested,   as  neither   of 

them    had    an    unsound   or    unnecessary   tooth.      As 

you    know,    ii    is    possible    to    transfer    teeth    from 

to     .imther,    but   it   must   lie  done   quickly, 

■lint    painful    to    one    or    both    parties. 

Koing   to    Europe,    the   man    was    re- 

d,    and    instead    of    dividing    a    coin 

■mcthing  of  that   sort,    each    wanted 

the  other. 

make  my   story  as  short  as   possible, 


the  dentist  extracted  the  smallest  tooth  he  could 
find  in  the  man's  mouth  and  the  largest  he  could 
take  out  without  disfigurement  in  the  girl's  mouth. 
Then  he  transferred  the  teeth,  some  little  filing 
and  surgical  manipulation  being,  of  course,  neces- 
sary. In  a  week  the  lovers  returned  to  the  den- 
tist's office,  jubilant  at  the  complete  and,  by  that 
time,  painless  success  of  their  tooth  exchange. 
But  mark  the  sequel.  The  girl  forgot  her  Ameri- 
can  lover    in    Europe,    and    is  now   the   Hon.    Mrs. 

;  but  perhaps  still  retains  the  memory  tooth 

in  her  mouth.  As  for  the  man,  he  called  on  the 
dentist  ten  days  before  my  visit,  and,  after  some 
general  remarks  about  the  callousness  and  faith- 
lessness of  some  girls,  had  his  former  love's  molar 
extracted  from  his  lower  jaw.  The  dentist  showed 
it  to  me — it  was  a  tooth  of  the  chalky  description 
—all  her  teeth  were  chalky,  he  told  me.  If  only 
that  young  man  had  thought  of  having  the  girl's 
teeth  examined  before  he  proposed  to   her! 


The  aristocratic  ladies  of  England  are  turn- 
ing their  gossamer  intelligences  in  the  direc- 
tion of  cookery.  Viscountess  Esher  is  the 
pioneer  in  the  new  movement  and  her  own 
kitchen  is  the  schoolroom.  If  you  should 
happen  to  see  a  long  line  of  automobiles  out- 
side Viscountess  Esher's  house  near  Gros- 
venor  Square  on  any  afternoon  you  may  as- 
sume that  Viscountess  Falkland,  Lady  Helen 
Brassey,  Lady  Altamont,  Lady  Duckworth, 
and  ever  so  many  more  of  the  bluest  of  blue 
blood  are  grouped  around  the  kitchen  range 
wrestling  with  the  mysteries  of  fried  fish, 
liver  and  bacon,  and  sausages  and  mashed  po- 
tatoes. Whether  this  choice  of  viands  is  due 
to  the  new  democracy  or  to  the  comparative 
ease  of  cooking  deponent  sayeth  not.  Nor 
are  we  informed  who  eats  these  dishes  after 
they  are  cooked. 

It  would  be  interesting  to  know  what  these 
ladies  suppose  that  they  are  doing.  If  this  is 
a  mere  frolic,  well  and  good,  but  certainly 
i  t  can  have  no  greater  benefits  than  those 
that  come  from  a  frolic.  A  woman  is  not  the 
better  for  knowing  how  to  cook  unless  cook- 
ing is  a  part  of  her  necessary  work.  Cooking 
is  not  like  saying  your  prayers.  No  one  can 
say  your  prayers  for  you,  although  a  good 
many  people  are  willing  to  try.  But  some 
one  else  can  cook  for  you.  When  Tolstoy 
said  that  every  man  ought  to  work  in  the 
fields  and  make  his  own  boots  he  was  talking 
sublime  nonsense.  If  Tolstoy  had  written 
more  novels  in  the  time  that  he  spent  in 
making  bad  boots  that  only  a  wooden  Indian 
would  wear  the  world  would  have  been  the 
richer  for  it.  As  it  is,  the  world  is  the  poorer 
to  the  extent  of  those  boots.  No  man  should 
do  any  work  that  he  can  pay  another  to  do 
for  him.  He  should  do  the  work  that  only 
he  can  do  so  well,  and  he  should  put  in  lots 
of  overtime  at  it.  Nothing  is  so  extraordi- 
nary as  the  tasks  that  people  set  themselves, 
and  especially  women,  when  it  is  borne  in 
upon  them  that  they  ought  to  do  some  good- 
For  example,  we  have  seen  fashionable  and 
wealthy  ladies  selling  pencils  in  the  street  on 
behalf  of  some  charity  when  they  could  draw 
their  checks  for  ten  times  as  much  as  the 
profit  upon  the  pencils  and  never  miss  the 
money.  If  a  man  wants  to  do  good  there  are 
plenty  of  ways  to  do  it,  and  ways  that  are 
open  to  him  alone.  If  these  aristocratic 
English  ladies  suppose  that  they  are  doing 
good  by  learning  how  to  fry  liver  and  bacon, 
then  we  have  one  more  evidence  of  the  quite 
extraordinary  silliness  of  quite  nice  people. 


Lady  de  Bathe,  better  known  as  Lily  Lang- 
try,  lately  arrived  in  New  York  in  order  to 
fulfill  a  music-hall  engagement  to  appear  in 
a  playlet  satirizing  the  militant  suffragette. 
When  Lady  de  Bathe  returns  to  England  she 
will  probably  hear  some  expressions  of  dis- 
approval from  those  gentle  sylphs  whose  win- 
dow-breaking and  theatre-burning  exploits 
are  still  within  the  public  memory. 

But  doubtless  Lady  de  Bathe  can  take  care 
of  herself.  Just  at  the  moment  we  are  more 
interested  in  her  views  on  the  subject  of 
men's  clothing.  It  is  a  topic  near  to  our 
hearts,  not  because  gloomy  attire  makes  us 
grow  old  prematurely — it  is  matrimony  that 
does  that — but  because  we  like  bright  colors 
and  pretty  things,  and  can  derive  only  a 
limited  satisfaction  from  the  knowledge  that 
our  under  vest  is  of  a  delightful  crimson 
with  green  spots.  We  revel  in  the  vision  of 
ourselves  for  a  few  brief  fleeting  moments 
of  privacy  night  and  morning,  but  then  the 
curtain  falls,  and  we  present  the  usual  front 
of  drab  dejection  to  the  cold  and  cruel  world. 

Now  Lady  de  Bathe  says  that  her  youthful 
appearance  is  due  to  the  bright-colored  clothes 
that  she  wears  "within  and  without."  Bright 
clothes  produce  bright  thoughts,  and  thoughts, 
as  we  all  know,  are  reflected  in  the  body. 
Its  as  easy  as  falling  off  a  log.  Men,  says 
Lady  de  Bathe,  grow  old  sooner  than  women, 
which  is  undoubtedly  true  if  they  were  born 
at  an  earlier  date,  but  Lady  de  Bathe  at- 
tributes it  entirely  to  their  clothes.  Men, 
she  says,  ought  not  to  show  themselves  in  dis- 
mal tints.  She  does  not  want  them  to  go 
back  to  ruffles  and  lace,  but  how  about  a 
dark,  wine-colored  coat  or  an  ochre  waist- 
coat? She  believes  that  these  lovely  things 
will  come,  that  there  is  already  a  change  for 
the  better,  and  that  not  forever  will  men 
"cheat  themselves  of  the  pleasure  of  wearing 
colors."  Already  they  have  a  certain  amount 
of  liberty  in  the  matter  of  neckties,  and  even 
of  socks.  No  doubt  a  full  enfranchisement 
will  come  later  on,  even  to  the  extent  of 
lace,   ruffles,  and  open-work  trousers. 


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STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gar,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


Sir  Archibald  Geikie  tells  a  story  of  a 
Scotchman  who,  much  against  his  own  will, 
was  persuaded  to  take  a  holiday.  He  went 
to  Egypt  and  visited  the  Pyramids.  After 
gazing  for  some  time  at  the  Great  Pyramid 
he  muttered :  "Man,  what  a  lot  of  mason 
work  not  to  be  bringin'  in  any  rent !" 


A  story  of  the  late  Sir  Lawrence  Alma- 
Tadema  concerns  the  close  resemblance  which 
existed  between  the  great  painter  and  George 
du  Maurier.  A  lady  sitting  beside  the  latter 
at  dinner  one  night  refused  to  acknowledge 
any  resemblance.  "You  know,  Mr.  Alma- 
Tadema,"  said  she,  "I  think  it  is  absurd  to 
say  that  you  and  Mr.  du  Maurier  are  so  aw- 
fully alike.  There  is  really  no  resemblance 
at  all.  Don't  you  agree  with  me  ?"  "Quite," 
replied  the  author  of  "Trilby,"  "but  you  see 
1  happen  to  be  Mr.  du  Maurier." 


Arthur  Blanchard,  who  spends  much  of  his 
time  traveling  over  the  country  for  the  gov- 
ernment, was  seated  behind  a  bride  and 
groom  in  a  Pullman  car  one  afternoon  when 
the  train  went  through  a  long  tunnel.  As  it 
emerged  into  the  light  of  day  the  bride  was 
grabbing  desperately  at  her  hat  and  fighting 
three  fast  rounds  with  one  or  two  hairpins 
which  had  become  loosened.  In  order  to  re- 
lieve the  situation  and  inject  some  harmless 
conversation  into  the  gap,  Blanchard  re- 
marked :  "This  tunnel  cost  twelve  million 
dollars."  "Well,"  said  the  bride  judicially, 
"it  was  worth  it." 


A  lovely  woman  who  lives  on  Roxford 
Road  is  the  proud  mother  of  two  boys,  the 
older  only  six  years.  Mamma  is  subject  to 
headaches,  and  mamma  has  discovered  the 
sort  of  proprietary  pills  that  will  relieve 
them.  One  mustn't  take  more  than  one  per 
hour.  And  the  other  afternoon  mamma  had 
a  headache,  took  a  pill  and  got  up  to  repeat 
the  dose — and  found  the  pill-box  empty.  She 
summoned  the  maid.  "Frida !"  she  cried. 
"Did  Reginald  swallow  all  those  pills?  An- 
swer me  !"  "No'm,"  answered  Frida,  with  a 
smile.  "Don't  be  scared  none.  He's  a  chen- 
erous  kid — he  gafe  half  of  'em  to  der  baby!" 


A  former  jest,  much  used,  was  the  one 
about  the  college  graduate  who  tried  to  get 
a  job,  and  on  being  asked  for  his  credentials 
showed  his  diploma.  "What — a  college  man?" 
cried  the  boss.  "Yes,  but  I'll  try  to  forget 
it!"  answered  the  applicant.  The  new  varia- 
tion is  a  true  story  because  it's  new.  A  suc- 
cessful Cleveland  business  man  of  the  old 
school  interviewed  his  nephew — a  recent 
alumnus  of  a  great  institution  of  learning — 
the  other  day.  Finally  the  old  man  said : 
"Billy,  you  have  an  unusual  amount  of  knowl- 
edge for  a  man  just  graduated  from  college." 
"Yes,  grandpop,  I  have,"  candidly  admitted 
the  boy.  "But  I  explain  it  this  way :  I  had 
a  good  common  school  education  before  i 
went  there !" 


Dr.  Boyd  Carpenter  was  to  perform  the 
ceremony  at  a  very  smart  wedding  in  a  Lon- 
don church.  As  usual,  a  great  crowd  of 
people  stood  about  the  doors  and  lined  up  on 
either  side  of  the  strip  of  red  carpet.  Mag- 
nificent carriages  and  motor-cars  rolled  up 
and  disgorged  the  splendidly  dressed  guests, 
but  at  the  end  of  a  long  string  of  fine 
equipages  came  a  deplorable  ramshackle  old 
four-wheeler.  It  drew  up  gloomily  opposite 
the  strip  of  red  carpet.  A  couple  of  police- 
men dashed  at  the  cabby.  "Here,  hi !"  they 
shouted.  "You  can't  stop  here !  The  bishop's 
just  coming  I"  The  old  cabman  regarded 
them  with  a  scornful  eye.  "Keep  yer  'air  on! 
I've  got  the  hold  buffer  inside !"  And  Dr. 
Carpenter   opened   the   door   and   stepped   out. 


A  bright  spirit  of  earlier  days,  Charley  Mc- 
Keand,  an  advocate  ready  for  any  emergency, 
dropped  into  court  too  late  one  day  to  read 
the  depositions,  and  found  himself  faced  with 
the  duty  of  defending  a  woman  for  stealing 
a  pair  of  boots.  He  burst  into  a  moving  ha- 
rangue, and  said  he  would  read  the  very 
words  of  her  defense  on  arrest,  since  they 
bore  "the  stamp  of  conscious  innocence."  He 
seized  the  depositions,  and  went  on:  "Ha! 
here  we  are.  Oh,  h'm  !"  He  faltered  a  little 
when  he  saw  them.  "Well,  gentlemen,  this 
uneducated  woman  does  not  put  it  as  you  or 
I  would  put  it,  but  I  said  I  would  read  her 
words  and  I  will.     What  she  says  is:     'How 

the  hell  could  I  have  the  boots  when 

he  was  wearing  them?'  And,  gentlemen," 
continued  McKeand  in  a  concluding  burst  of 
eloquence,  "I  ask  you  with  some  confidence, 
how  the  hell  could  she  ?" 


think  you  ought  to  be  ashamed,  an  able-bodied 
young  man  like  you,  going  around  begging  for 
cold  details  !" 

A  story  concerning  Abraham  Lincoln's  mu- 
sical attainments  is  preserved  in  Mme.  de 
Hegermann-Lindencrone's  "In  the  Courts  of 
Memory."  At  the  Sanitary  Fair  held  in  Phil- 
adelphia in  1864  Mme.  de  Hegermann-Linden- 
crone,  then  Mrs.  Moulton,  was  asked  to  sing 
for  the  President.  After  she  had  finished 
"Robin  Adair,"  Lincoln,  holding  her  hand  in 
a  grip  of  iron,  said :  "Music  is  not  much 
in  my  line,  but  when  you  sing  you  warble 
yourself  into  a  man's  heart.  I  think  I  might 
become  a  musician  if  I  heard  you  often  ;  but 
so  far  I  only  know  two  tunes."  "  'Hail  Co- 
lumbia !'  she  asked.  "You  know  that,  I  am 
sure!"  "Oh,  yes,  I  know  that,"  he  replied, 
"for  I  have  to  stand  up  and  take  off  my  hat." 
"And  the  other  one?"  "The  other  one!  Oh, 
the  other  one  is  the  one  when  I  don't  stand 
up !" 

Joseph  Tattenham,  a  writer  of  short  stories, 
opened  the  hall  door  of  his  apartment  on 
lower  Sixth  Avenue  (reports  the  New  York 
Globe).  As  he  did  so  he  heard  a  queer  noise 
within.  Mr.  Tattenham  paused,  for  the  New 
York  flat  robber  is  apt  to  be  a  highly  tem- 
peramental person  if  interrupted  at  his  work. 
Then  he  saw  a  shadowy  form  flit  down  the 
corridor  and  leap  through  a  window.  "So," 
said  Mr.  Tattenham,  "I  lighted  the  gas  and 
looked  about  to  see  what  was  up."  On  a 
chair  by  his  bed  he  found  all  of  his  clothes 
in  a  neat  pile.  Under  the  bed  was  a  tattered 
suit  belonging  to  some  person  who  distinctly 
does  not  travel  in  Mr.  Tattenham's  set.  Noth- 
ing was  missing  from  the  flat.  He  sat  down 
to  consider.  There  came  a  timid  tap  at  the 
door.  "Well?"  said  Mr.  Tattenham,  opening 
it  to  a  shivering  person,  who  had  obviously 
removed  the  ragged  suit  Mr.  Tattenham  had 
found  under  the  bed  and  had  not  had  time 
to  get  into  any  of  Mr.  Tattenham's  clothes. 
"Well?"  "Please,  sir,"  said  the  shivering 
man,  very  meekly  indeed.  "Please,  sir,  may  I 
have  my  clothes  ?"  "Are  those  your  clothes  ?" 
asked  Mr.  Tattenham,  indicating  the  dis- 
carded garments  by  a  gesture.  "Yes,  sir," 
said  the  willowy  individual  in  the  hall.  "You 
see,  sir,  I'm  a  little  insane  at  times.  And 
I'm  afraid  I  entered  your  flat  and  took  off 
my  clothes  while  I  was  raving."  "Well," 
said  Mr.  Tattenham  brutally,  "rave  on."  And 
he  closed  the  door. 


The  reporter's  life  is  a  happy  one.  When 
he  suffers  an  indignity,  the  course  of  that 
indignity  is  usually  beneath  consideration,  or 
else  the  insult  is  due  to  some  misunderstand- 
ing. A  reporter  went  to  a  house  the  day 
after  a  wedding  and  said  to  the  servant  who 
answered  his  ring:  "Can  you  let  me  have 
I  some  details,  please,  of  yesterday's  cere- 
pony  ?"  The  servant  frowned.  "No,  I  can't," 
"They    ate   every    crumb!      And    I 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

A  New  Version. 
Fleshy  Miss  Muffet 
Sat  down  on  Tuffet, 

A  very  good  dog  in  his  way; 
When    she  saw   what  she'd   done, 
She  started  to  run — 

And   Tuffet  was  buried   next  day. 

— Lippincott's  Magazine. 


Disenchantment. 
She  had  a  face  divinely  fair, 

A   face  to    make    an    artist  glad; 
She  had  a  wealth  of  auburn  hair. 

And  oh,  the  figure  that  she  had! 
Her  soulful  eyes  were  big  and  brown, 

A  rounded  softness  graced  her  arms; 
I    fancied  that  in  all  the  town 

No  girl  could  boast  of  rarer  charms. 

Her  fingers  tapered  and  were  white, 

I  paused  to  gaze  a  little  while, 
And  fancied  that  the  day  was  bright 

Because  she  had  so  sweet  a  smile; 
But  all  my  happy  fancies  fled, 

And  gloomily  I  went  my  way, 
When  to  a  passing  friend  she  said: 

"I    seen   your  brother  yesterday." 

— Chicago  Record-Herald. 


mate 


No  Chance  to  Quarrel, 
eed    maddened   motorist   took   for 
t  young  suffragette; 
he   is    in   jail  she's  out — such   is  fate! 
o    they're    happily    married — as   yet! 

— Town    Topics. 


The  Hats. 
See  the  latest  style  in  hats. 
Awful  hats! 
Every  freakish  brand  of  bonnet 

That  was  ever  made  to  sell, 
Each  with  something  spikey  on  it, 
That  will  make  you  when  you  don  it 

Fit  to  fill  a  padded  cell. 
Twisted  up  and  dented  down, 
Shrunken  brim  and  swollen  crown, 
Made  of  felt  and  silk  and  velvet,   and  the  fur  of 

dogs  and  cats. 
Oh,  the  hats,   hats,  hats,  hats, 
Oh  the  kinky  little,  dinky  little  hats. 

Watch  the  passing  show  of  hats, 
Brazen   hats. 
Every  one  enough  to  stagger 
Even  Hottentots  or  Turks 
Aiming  to  be  smart  and  swagger, 
With  a  hatpin  like  a  dagger, 

And  a  lot  of  quills  like  dirks, 
Color  crazy,  red  and  blue, 
Yellow,   green,  and   purple  too, 
Combinations    and    creations    that    would    clear    a 

house  of  rats. 
Oh,  the  hats,  hats,  hats,  hats. 
Oh  the  mad  chaotic,  idiotic  hats. 

— Minna   Irving,   in   New    York   Sun. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Franciico 

Paid-Up  Capital $  -1,000.000 

Surplus  and  [.'mlivid.-d  J'rolnts 1.700.000 

Total  Resources •J0.O0O.00O 

Officers: 

Hf.rbf.ut  Fi.eisfi ii acker President 

Sig.  Gbeenebacm Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodge Vice-President 

Jos.  Friedlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

R.  Altschl-l Cashier 

C.  R.  Parker.  Assistant  Cashier    War.  H.High.  Assistant  Cashier 

H.  Choynski.  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.Bi;RDicK.AssistantCashier 

A.  L.  Langerman.  .Secretary 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Sts. 

Capital,  Suiplu.  and  Undivided  Profiti . .  .$1 1 ,070,803.23 

Deposits 30. 1 04,366.00 

Total  Resource* 49.41 5,266. 1 1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.  W.  Hellman,  Jr.  ..  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

Jaiies  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank   B.   King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A,   D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  E.  Price Asst.  Cashier 

directors  : 
isaias  w.  hellman         hartland  law 
joseph  sloss  henry  rosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.  flood 

f.  w.  van  sicklen-  j.  henry  meyer 
wm.  f.  herrin  a.  h.  payson 

john  c.  kirkpatrick  chas.  j.  peering 
i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james  k.  wilson 
a.  christeson  f.  l.  lipman 

WM.    HAAS 

Customers  of  this  Bank  are  offered  every  faculty  consistent 
with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
SAFE  DEPOSIT  VAULTS 


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can  you  tell?"  "By  the  size  of  the  salary 
I'm  getting." — Boston   Transcript. 


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Established  1858 


SUTRO   &  CO. 

INVESTMENT 

BROKERS 

412  Montgomery  St.        San  Francisco 


'  Members 
Stock  and  Bond  Exchange 


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ON  REQUEST 


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MEMBERS 

New  York  Stock  Exchange 

New  York  Cotton  Exchange 

Chicago  Board  of  Trade 

The  Stock  and  Bond  Exchange,  San  Franciico 

MAIN  OFFICE:   MILLS  BUILDING,  San   Francisco,  Cal. 

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LUMBER  COMPANY 

260  CALIFORNIA  ST. 

REDWOOD,  DOUGLAS  FIR 
and  PILING 


The  German  Savings  and  Loan  Society 

'The  German  Bank) 

Savings  Incorporated  1R6S       Commercial 

526    California   St.,   San   Francisco,   Cal. 

Member  of  the  Associated  Savings  Banks  of  San  Francisco 
The   following  branches  for  receipt  and  pay- 
ment of  deposits  only: 

Mission  Branch,  2572  Mission  St.,  between  21st  and  22d 
Richmond  District  Branch,  601  Clement  St.,  cor.  7th  Ave. 
Haigot  Street  Branch,  1456  Haighl  St.,  near  Masonic  Ave. 

JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.  1,000,000.00 
Reserve  and    Contingent  Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees*    Pension   Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 

Office  Hours:  10  o'clock  a.  m.  to  3  o'clock 
p.  m.,  except  Saturdays  to  12  o'clock  M.  and 
Saturday  evenings  from  6:30  o'clock  p.  m.  to 
8  o'clock  p.  m.  for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


P.  A.  Landry   j.  h.  McGregor   J.  F.  Templeton 
T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

CIVIL  ENGINEERS 
British  Columbia  Land  Surveyors 

Land  Aeents        Timber  Cruisers 

CHANCERY  CHAMBERS.  Lakgley  Street 

VICTORIA,  B.  C. 

P.  O.  Box  152      Phone  684 

MCGREGOR  BUILDING.  Third  Street 
SOUTH  FORT  GEORGE,  B.  C 


CONNECTICUT  FIRE  INSURANCE  COMPANY 

Established  1850  OF  HARTFORD 

SIXTY-SECOKD  ANNUAi  STATEMENT 

Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 3,117.2% 

Total  Assets 7.517,091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building      -      San  Francisco 


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Manufacturers  Clay  Products 

Crocker  Bldg.  San  Francisco 

Works,  Lincoln.Cal 


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WESTERN  ASSURANCE  COMPANY 

TORONTO 

United    States   Assets $2,404,810.30 

Surplus     1,027,308.85 

PACIFIC    COAST    DEPARTMENT 

129  LEIDESDORFF  STREET 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  2,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 

Notes  and  Gossip. 

A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the  Bay  of  San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the  following  department: 

Miss  Innes  Keeney  and  Mr.  Willard  Cranston 
Chamber  1  in  will  be  married  Wednesday  evening 
of  next  week  at  nine  o'clock  at  Trinity  Church. 
The  ceremony  will  be  performed  by  Bishop  Wil- 
liam Ford  Nichols  and  Dr.  Frederick  W.  Clampett. 
A  reception  will  be  given  in  the  ball-room  of  the 
Fairmont  Hotel  by  Miss  Keeney's  mother,  Mrs. 
Charles  Mcintosh  Keeney,  who  has  issued  several 
hundred    invitations. 

Mrs.  Peter  McG.  McBean  entertained  a  num- 
ber of  young  people  at  a  luncheon  Monday  at 
the  Fairmont  Hotel  in  honor  of  Miss  Henriette 
JSlanding. 

Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon last  week  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel,  compli- 
mentary to  Mrs.   Louis  Findlay  Monteagle. 

Mrs.  Edgar  N.  Wilson  gave  a  luncheon  yester- 
day in  honor  of  Miss  Barbara  Sutton  of  Berkeley, 
who  will  be  a  debutante  of  the  season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Davis  entertained  at  an 
informal  dinner  in  honor  of  Mr.  Loyall  Farragut, 
who   has  been  visiting  relatives  in  this  city. 

Miss  Sophie  Beylard  was  hostess  Thursday  at  a 
luncheon  at  the  Town  and  Country   Club. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clinton  E.  Worden  entertained 
a  number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel  in  honor  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  L.  Tubbs. 

Miss  Louise  Wallach  gave  a  tea  Thursday,  com- 
plimentary to    Miss   Dorothy    Page. 

Mrs.  Louis  Parrott  was  hostess  last  week  at  a 
dinner   at  the   Hotel    Monroe. 

Mr.  Felton  Elkins  was  host  at  a  dinner  and 
theatre   party   last    Thursday   evening. 

Mrs.  Stewart  Hawley  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Thursday  at  her  home  in  Oakland,  in  honor  of 
Mrs.  Arthur  G.  Brown  of  San  Rafael,  who  was 
formerly   Miss   Ruth    Casey. 

Mrs.  Tyler  Henshaw  gave  a  tea  at  her  home 
in  Oakland  Thursday,  when  she  formally  pre- 
sented her  daughter,  Miss  Pearl  Crawston,  to  so- 
ciety. 

Mrs.  Charles  Sweeney  and  Mrs.  John  Darling 
entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  matinee  par- 
ties Thursday   afternoon. 

Mr.  Barbour  Lathrop  recently  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  in  Coronado. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  R.  H.  Postlethwaite  gave  a  recep- 
tion Saturday  evening  at  their  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Mrs.  Grattan  Phillips  gave  a  tea  at  the  Hotel 
St.  Francis  in  honor  of  Miss  Helen  Oliver,  who 
was  also  the  complimented  guest  Friday,  when 
Mr.  Frank  de  Lisle  gave  a  tea  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  Harrison  Smith  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Henrietta  and  Alice  Smith,  will  give  a  tea 
tomorrow  afternoon  at  their  home  on  Buchanan 
Street  in  honor  of  the  Misses  Louise  Janin,  Hen- 
riette Blanding,  Helen  Wright,  and  Elizabeth 
Brice. 

Mrs.  Alexander  Keyes  has  issued  invitations  to 
a  bridge-tea  Wednesday,  November  6,  at  the  Fran- 
cisca  Club. 

Mrs.  Mary  Hanson  Grubb  will  be  hostess  at  a 
bridge-tea  Tuesday,  November  5,  in  honor  of  Miss 
Marie    Bullard,    fiancee  of  Mr.    James  Towne. 

Mrs.  Julius  C.  Reis  will  entertain  at  a  reception 
Wednesday,  November  6,  complimentary  to  Mrs. 
Benjamin    B.    Selhy,    formerly    Miss    May   Reis. 

Miss  Edith  Rucker  will  give  a  bridge  party 
Thursday  in  honor  of  a  number  of  this  season's 
debutantes. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Carter  Pomeroy  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  a  dance  Tuesday  evening,  November 
12,  af  the  Century  Club.  The  occasion  will  be 
the  debut  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Harriet  Pome- 
roy. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Lent  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  Monday  at  a  bridge-tea. 

Mrs.  J.  D.  Grant  was  hostess  Monday  at  a 
luncheon   at    her   home    on    Broadway. 

Mr.  Maurice  Sullivan  will  be  host  at  a  theatre 
and  supper  party  this  evening,  when  he  will  en- 
tertain Miss  Innes  Keeney,  Mr.  Willard  Cranston 
Chamberlin,    and   their  bridal   attendants. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orvllle  C.  Pratt  will  entertain 
a  number  of  young  people  at  a  dinner  Friday 
evening,  November  8,  in  honor  of  Miss -Helen 
Garritt. 

Colonel  Hamilton  S.  Wallace.  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mis.  Wallace  will  give  a  dinner  Tuesday  evening, 
November  13,  at  their  home  on  Pacific  Avenue,  in 
honor  of  Miss  Sophie  Beylard,  daughter  of  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    E.   Duplessis   Beylard   of   San   Mateo. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Bishop  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
at  which  Mrs.  Campbell,  wife  of  Captain  Edward 
Campbell,  L".  S.  X.,  was  the  complimented  guest. 
Mrs.  V.  K.  Maddux  and  her  son,  Mr.  Knox 
Maddox,  gave  a  dinner  Monday  evening  at  their 
home  on  Broadway  and  accompanied  their  guests 
to  the  theatre. 

Miss  Isaltelie  Beaver  has  been  chosen  president 
of  the  Gayetj  I  lub,  which  will  give  a  dance  in 
1  lecember. 

Miss     Ethel    Cocker,    who    was    president    of    the 


Gayety  Club  last  season,  "will  remain  abroad  dur- 
ing the  winter. 

The  members  of  the  Century  Club  gave  a  recep- 
tion last  week,  complimentary  to  Mme.  Johanna 
Gadski. 

The  Tuesday  Afternoon  Sewing  Club  was  enter- 
tained last  week  by  Mrs.  Dollie  MacGavin  Fry,  at 
her  home  on   California    Street. 


Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and   from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians  : 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Sadoc  Tobin  will  remain 
in  Burlingame  until  December  1,-  when  they  will 
come  to  town  and  occupy  the  Mintzer  residence 
on   Pacific  Avenue  and  Webster   Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  Madison  Willis  have  re- 
turned from  their  wedding  trip  and  are  estab- 
lished in  their  home  in  Berkeley. 

Miss  Sydney  Davis  has  returned  from  Santa 
Barbara,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  sum- 
mer, and  is  residing  with  her  brother-in-law  and 
sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pierre  Moore,  who  have  re- 
centely  rented  a  house  on  Franklin  Street.  _ 

The  Misses  Harriet  and  Virginia  JolHffe  and 
Miss  Ethel  Dean  have  returned  from  Banff,  where 
they  have  been  spending  the  past  six  weeks. 

Mrs.  Hannah  Hobart  came  west  with  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Charles  Baldwin  and  is  the  guest  of  her 
brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  S. 
Dibblee,  at  their  home  in  San  Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Millen  Griffith  have  returned 
from  their  wedding  trip  and  have  taken  a  house 
on  California  and  Octavia  Streets. 

Mr.  Morgan  Chamberlin  arrived  Tuesday  from 
Boston  to  remain  until  after  the  wedding  of  Miss 
Innes  Keeney  and  Mr.  Willard  Cranston  Cham- 
berlin, who  will  be  married  Wednesday  evening. 
Mr.  Chamberlin  will  be  his  brother's  best  man. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Covington  Pringle  closed  their 
home  in  Menlo  Park  Thursday  and  are  occupying 
an  apartment  on  Washington  and  Devisadero 
Streets.  Miss  Edith  Bull,  Mrs.  Pringle's  sister, 
will  spend  the  winter  with  them. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Lusk  have  arrived  from 
Montana  to  spend  a  few  weeks  with  Mrs.  Lusk's 
mother,  Mrs.  Thomas  Findlay,  who  is  in  delicate 
health. 

Mrs.  W.  D.  Tenny  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Wil- 
helmina  Tenny,  have  returned  to  Honolulu  after  a 
visit  of  several  months  in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Rounsfell  (formerly  Miss 
Laura  Farnsworth)  have  returned  from  their 
wedding  trip  to  the  Grand  Canon  and  are  settled 
in  their  apartment  on   Sacramento   Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Aimer  Newhall  have  gone  to 
Santa  Barbara  for  a  brief  visit. 

Mrs.  Edwin  Janss  of  Los  Angeles  has' been  visit- 
ing her  mother,  Mrs.  William  duff,  in  Menlo 
Park.  Mrs.  Cluff  came  to  town  this  week  and 
will  spend  the  winter  at  the  Bella  Vista. 

Mrs.  J.  D.  Peters  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Anne 
Peters,  have  returned  to  their  home  in  Stockton. 
Miss  Julia  Thomas  has  returned  from  San  Diego 
and  is  the  guest  of  Miss  Helen  Wheeler.  Miss 
Thomas  has  been  residing  for  the  past  two  years 
with  her  sister,   Mrs.  Joseph  W.    Sefton. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ward  Barron  recently  chaperoned 
a  party  of  young  people  in  the  Yosemite  Valley. 

Mrs.  Harvey  A.  Marvin  is  visiting  friends  in 
Los  Angeles. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  will  spend  the 
winter  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel.  Miss  Flora  Miller 
is  attending  school  in  Berkeley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Crothers  (formerly  Miss 
Bessie  Mills)  have  bought  the  Allen  home  on 
Laurel  Street  and  will  soon  be  settled  for  the  win- 
ter. Mrs.  William  FI.  Mills  will  reside  with  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    Crothers. 

Mrs.  Worthington  Ames  has  taken  an  apartment 
on  Pacific  Avenue  near   Broderick  Street. 

Mrs.  J.  Leroy  Nickel  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Beatrice  Nickel,  have  returned  from  Europe,  where 
they  spent  the  summer.  Miss  Nickel  will  be  a 
debutante  of  the  season. 

Miss  Eliza  McMullen  has  returned  from  Eu- 
rope, where  she  has  been  traveling  for  the  past 
eight  months.  Mr.  John  McMullen  has  recently 
taken  a  house  in  Sussex,  England,  where  he  will 
reside   indefinitely. 

Miss  Grace  Buckley  has  returned  from  Santa 
Cruz,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
E.    O.    McCormick. 

Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  (formerly  Miss  Minna  Van 
Bergen)  is  slowly  recovering  from  a  severe  attack 
of  typhoid   fever. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Page  and  Miss  Leslie 
Page  will  close  their  home  in  San  Rafael  this 
week  and  will  take  possession  of  the  Donohoe  resi- 
dence,   which   they   have   rented   for  the  winter. 

Mr.  Roy  Jones  spent  several  days  with  rela- 
tives in  this  city  en  route  from  the  East  to  his 
home  in  Santa  Monica. 

Mrs.  William  McAfee  is  visiting  Rev.  John 
Hemphill  and  Mrs.  Hemphill  at  their  home  in  Los 
Galos. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  Gunn  and  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Dudley,  Kenneth,  and  Russell  Gunn, 
will  spend  the  winter  at  the  Somerset.  They  will 
return   from  San   Rafael  next  week. 

Miss    Riioda    Pickering    is    in    Tucson,    Arizona, 


Though  it  costs  us  a  great  deal 
more  to  make  our  candies,  owing 
to  the  use  of  the  most  expensive 
ingredients,  yet  we  sell  them  for  the 
same  price  that  other  shops  ask. 
For  example,  we  use  Mail  lard's 
chocolate.  It  is  the  best  made 
and  is  the  most  expensive.  We 
could  use  a  cheaper  grade,  but 
that  would  impair  the  quality  of 
our  candies. 

HIGH  QUALITY.     NOT  HIGH  PRICE. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


where  she  is  visiting  her  brother-in-law  and  sister, 
Mr.   and   Mrs.  Julius   Kruttschnitt,  Jr. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Bresse  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Metha  McMahon,  will  leave  shortly  for  New  York, 
where  they  will  spend  several  weeks. 

Mrs.  Richard  Hammond,  who  went  East  last 
week,  will  spend  the  holidays  in  Norfolk,  Vir- 
ginia, with  her  brother-in-law  and  sister,  Lieu- 
tenant James  Parker,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Parker. 
.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  have  closed  their 
country  home  in  Woodside  and  have  returned  to 
town    for    the    winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  C.  Van  Ness  and  their  three 
grandchildren  have  arrived  from  Europe,  where 
they  have  been  residing  for  the  past  two  years. 
They  have  been  visiting  their  daughter,  Mrs. 
John    T.    Taylor,    in    Boston, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  McCormick  have  moved 
into  their  new  home  on  Vallejo  and  Steiner 
Streets. 

The  Misses  Genevieve  and  Hazel  King  have  re- 
turned from  a   camping  trip  in  the   Sierras. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan  have  returned 
to  Burlingame  after  having  spent  six  weeks  at 
their  country  home,  Beaulieu,  near  Mountain 
View. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lewis  Hobart  of  San  Mateo  are 
visiting  relatives   in    the    East. 

Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Burlingame  after  a  three  weeks'  rest  cure  in 
town. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  A.  Baldwin  (formerly 
Miss  Virginia  Hobart)  have  arrived  in  this  city 
and  will  spend  several  weeks  with  friends.  Since 
their  last  visit  they  have  made  a  tour  of  the  world. 

Mrs.  Theodore  Tomlinson  will  arrive  Monday 
from  New  York  to  spend  a  few  days  with  her 
mother,  Mrs.  Charles  Mcintosh  Keeney,  and  to 
attend  the  wedding  of  her  sister,  Miss  Innes 
Keeney,  who  will  be  married  Wednesday  to  Mr. 
Willard    C.    Chamberlin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Cheever  Cowdin  will  come 
to  town  Wednesday  and  will  take  possession  of 
their  apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue  and  Buchanan 
Street. 

Mrs.  Mary  E.  Gallwey  and  her  children  have 
returned  from  Newport  and  are  occupying  their 
home    in    San    Mateo. 

The  Messrs.  Lloyd,  Gordon,  and  Lansing  Tevis 
are  established  in  a  cottage  in  Berkeley,  where 
they   are  pursuing  special   courses  of  study. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  B.  Ford  and  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Sidney,  Arthur,  Geoffrey,  and  Nor- 
man Ford,  have  returned  from  Ross,  where  they 
have   been   spending   the    summer. 

Mrs.  James  Fletcher  has  returned  from  Mon- 
treal and  is  visiting  her  grandmother,  Mrs. 
Simeon  Wenban.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Fletcher  have 
not  as  yet  decided  where  they  will  make  their 
future  home. 

Lieutenant  Wallace  Berthoff,  U.  S.  N.,  arrived 
last  week  from  Honolulu  and  will  spend  several 
weeks  with  Mrs.  Berthoff  at  their  apartment  on 
Clay   Street. 

Mrs.  Lucy  Ord  Mason,  widow  of  Lieutenant 
John  Mason,  U.  S.  A.,  is  the  guest  of  her  son- 
in-law  and  daughter,  Lieutenant  K.  S.  Gregory, 
U.    S.  A.,   and   Mrs.    Gregory. 

Mrs.  John  Murtagh  and  her  two  children  will 
leave  next  week  for  Fort  Leavenworth,  Kansas, 
to  join  Dr.  Murtagh,  U.  S.  A.  They  are  visiting 
Mrs.    Murtagh's    mother,    Mrs.   J.    de   Barth    Shorb. 

Recent  arrivals  at  Hotel  del  Coronado  from  Sai. 
Francisco  include  Mr.  and  Mrs.  R.  Dangerfield; 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Thompson,  accompa- 
nied by  Miss  Marion  Thompson  and  Miss  Gatea 
Dozier;    Mr.    Barbour   Lathrop,    Dr.    H.   J.    Stewart. 


An  Hour  of  Song. 
The  management  of  the  Palace  Hotel  has 
announced  "An  Hour  of  Song,"  to  be  given 
in  the  grand  court  this  Saturday  afternoon 
(November  2),  from  4:30  to  5:30.  Miss 
Helen  Petre  will  be  the  singer,  with  Mrs.  Ed- 
gar Raymond  Clure  accompanist.  This  is  the 
programme:  Die  Lorelei,  Franz  Liszt;  Les 
Filles  de  Cadix,  Leo  Delibes  ;  Air  de  Chimene, 
("Le  Cid") ,  Massenet ;  Una  Voce  Poco  Fa, 
Rossini;  Home  Thoughts  from  Abroad,  Regi- 
nald Clark;  The  Starling,  Liza  Lehmann. 


Makes  Home  Baking  Easy 


The  Beel  Quartet. 

The  first  concert  of  the  Beel  Quartet  will 
be  given  at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel  in  the 
Colonial  Ballroom  this. Sunday  afternoon,  No- 
vember 3,  at  2  :30.  With  this  concert  the  or- 
ganization will  begin  the  second  year  of  its 
existence,  and  Manager  Greenbaum  promises 
that  the  improvement  in  its  work  will  astonish 
even  the  greatest  admirers  of  Mr.  Beel  and 
his  associates. 

The  programme  is  as  follows  :  Quartet  in 
F,  Op.  43,  Schumann ;  Sonata  for  Violin  and 
Piano  in  G  major,  Brahms,  Mrs.  Alice  Bacon 
Washington  and  Mr.  Beel ;  Quartet  in  D  flat, 
Op.    15,  Dohnanyi. 

Tickets  are  $1  and  may  be  secured  at  the 
music  stores  and  on  Sunday  at  the  St.  Francis. 

The  second  concert  will  be  given  Tuesday 
night,   November  26. 


The  Yolanda  Mero  Concerts. 

Manager  Will  Greenbaum  announces  three 
concerts  by  Mme.  Yolanda  Mero,  a  young 
Hungarian  piano  virtuosa,  who  is  considered 
by  the  eminent  critics  of  three  continents  to 
be  one  of  the  foremost  living  pianists.  No 
one  realizes  more  than  Mr.  Greenbaum  the 
great  difficulty  of  interesting  the  public  in 
artists  whose  names  are  not  familiar,  but  he 
has  the  courage  of  his  convictions  and  says 
he  will  have  the  same  success  with  Mero  as 
he  has  had  with  Blanche  Arral,  Mme.  Ger- 
vilJe-Reache,  Leonard  Borwick,  and  others 
who  were  practically  unknown  here  until  he 
backed  his  judgment  of  them  with  his  time 
and  money.  He  feels  that  after  Mme.  Mero 
has  once  played  in  this  city  that  our  music 
lovers  will  be  at  her  feet. 

Two  years  ago  Mme.  Mero  made  a  short 
tour  in  the  East  and  this  season  she  has  been 
reengaged   by   every  symphony   orchestra   with 


POWDER 

Absolutely  Pure 
HAS  NO  SUBSTITUTE 

A  Cream  of  Tartar  Powder, 

free  from  alumorphos- 

ohatic  acid 


which  she  appeared  on  that  visit,  and  these  in- 
clude the  Boston,  Philadelphia,  New  York, 
and  Theodore  Thomas  orchestras. 

The  dates  of  the  Mero  concerts  will  be  Sun- 
day afternoon,  November  10;  Thursday  night, 
November  14,  and  Saturday  afternoon,  No- 
vember 16,  and  complete  programmes  may  be 
secured  at  the  music  stores,  where  the  sale 
of  seats  will  open  next  Thursday,  November  7. 


The  Alice  Nielsen  company,  headed  by  that 
brilliant  young  singer  who  has  won  her  way 
from  the  old  Tivoli  in  San  Francisco  to  the 
front  rank  in  the  Metropolitan  Opera  of  New 
York,  will  be  here  the  week  of  November  17, 
for  concerts  with  a  grand-opera  orchestra. 
The  complete  version  of  Wolf-Ferrari's 
opera,  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne,"  and  a  con- 
densed version  of  "The  Barber  of  Seville" 
will  be  features  of  the  programmes,  with  Miss 
Nielsen  in  the  prima-donna  roles.  Six  other 
famous  singers  of  the  Boston  Opera  are  in- 
cluded in  the  company. 

■<•►- — - — - — - 

On  Sunday  evening,  October  27,  a  party  of 
prominent  San  Francisco  men,  connected  with 
the  Standard  Oil  Company,  arrived  at  Hotel 
del  Coronado  in  their  private  car,  the  "Ven- 
ture." The  party  were  guests  of  Mr.  W.  S. 
Miller  and  included  Mr.  D.  G.  Schofield,  Mr. 
W.  S.  Rhcem,  Mr.  F.  H.  Hillman,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  K.  R.  Kingsbury,  and  Mr.  E.  C.  Casad. 
A  dinner  was  given  in  their  honor  which 
many  prominent  people  from  the  immediate 
locality  attended. 


ORIGINAL 

PLYMOUTH 

Dry  Gin 


The  Gin  of  the  Connoisseur 

for 

Cocktail,  Fizz  or  Rickey 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 

214  Front  Street     -     San  Francisco 


Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault? 
$1  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

CROCKER  BUILDING  Post  and  Market  St«. 


November  2,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


287 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Judge  Aylett  R.  Cotton,  the  oldest  legal 
practitioner  in  San  Francisco,  in  active  prat 
tice  up  to  a  few  days  ago,  died  at  his  home 
in  this  city  October  30.  Judge  Cotton  was 
born  in  Ohio  in  1826.  He  taught  school  for 
many  years  in  the  East  and  was  admitted  to 
the  bar  in  Iowa  in  1848,  coming  to  California 
in  an  ox  team  a  year  later.  He  returned  to 
Iowa,  after  having  been  a  miner  in  Cali- 
fornia, in  1851,  and  was  elected  a  judge  in 
Clinton  County.  He  returned  to  California 
in  1SS3  and  made  his  home  in  this  city.  He 
was  a  thirty-third-degree  Mason,  and  was 
when  in  the  East  the  oldest  living  grand  mas- 
ter in  Iowa.  Besides  a  widow,  three  sons 
and  one  daughter  survive  Judge  Cotton.  They 
are  W.  W.  Cotton  of  Portland,  Oregon,  chief 
counsel  of  the  Oregon  Railroad  and  Naviga- 
tion Company;  Aylett  R.  Cotton,  Jr.,  assist- 
ant district  attorney  for  the  city  and  county 
of  San  Francisco  ;  S-  W.  Cotton  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, and  Mrs.   Charles  A.  Warren. 


The  San  Francisco  Call  on  Wednesday  an- 
nounced a  change  of  management,  in  that  W. 
W.  Chapin  becomes  publisher  and  replaces 
C.  W.  Hornick,  formerly  the  general  man- 
ager of  that  paper. 


The  will  of  the  late  Henry  J.  Crocker  has 
been  admitted  to  probate.  Mrs.  Mary  Ives 
Crocker,  widow  of  the  decedent,  was  ap- 
pointed executrix  to  administer  the  pro- 
visions of  the  document,  which  leaves  the  en- 
tire wealth  to  herself  and  five  children.  The 
value  of  the  estate,  consisting  of  lands  in 
several  counties  of  the  state  and  stocks  and 
bonds,  will  not  be  known  until  an  inventory 
of   the  holdings   can  be  prepared. 


With  a  salute  of  twenty-one  guns  fired  by 
United  States  artillery  at  the  Presidio 
Thursday  of  last  week  the  selection  of  the 
site  for  the  Chinese  building  at  the  exposi- 
tion was  made  by  the  Oriental  commission. 
It  was  a  gala  event  not  only  for  the  Chinese 
residents  of  the  city  but  for  the  two  commis- 
sioners from  the  republic,  Dr.  Chin  Tao  Chen 
and   Dr.   Chin-Chun  Wang. 


Twenty-nine  boxes  in  the  Civic  Centre 
Opera  House  have  been  subscribed  for  at 
$15,000  each.  This  is  the  list:  Mrs.  C.  B. 
Alexander,  William  B.  Bourn,  James  W. 
Byrne,  Francis  J.  Carolan,  Selah  Chamber- 
lain, Mrs.  C.  M.  Clark,  C.  Templeton  Crocker, 
W.  H.  Crocker,  Eugene  de  Sabla,  Mrs.  M.  H. 
de  Young,  William  Fitzhugh,  Mortimer 
Fleishhacker,  James  L.  Flood,  Mrs.  Lewis 
Gerstle,  I.  W.  Hellman,  Jr.,  Mrs.  Phoebe  A. 
Hearst,  E.  W.  Hopkins,  William  G.  Irwin,  C. 
F.  Kohl,  Louis  F.  Monteagle,  George  A.  Pope, 
Frederick  W.  Sharon,  Schilling  &  Volkmann, 
Leon  Sloss,  Harry  Tevis,  Mrs.  William  S. 
Tevis,  R.  M.  Tobin,  Mrs.  Cyrus  Walker, 
George  Whittell. 

-•♦*- 

Opening  of  the  Hale  Bros.'  New  Store. 

The  opening  Thursday  morning  of  the  new 
store  of  Hale  Bros.,  Inc.,  at  Market  and  Fifth 
Streets,  marks  the  completion  of  an  edifice 
which  establishes  a  new  building  record  in 
San  Francisco.  Only  208  days  after  ground 
was  broken  the  new  Hale  building  was 
ready  for  business,  a  remarkable  construction 
record,  even  for  local  contractors,  considering 
that  the  building  is  five  stories  high  with  a 
fourteen-foot  basement,  and  has  a  frontage  of 
175  feet  on  Market  Street,  165  feet  on  Fifth 
Street,  and  175  feet  on  Stevenson  Street.  The 
building  is  of  reinforced  concrete,  is  fireproof, 
and  replaces  an  ugly  set  of  wooden  shacks 
which  grew  up  on  an  important  city  corner 
after  the  fire.  The  new  location  is  an  impor- 
tant one,  establishing  as  it  does  a  new  shop- 
ping centre.  Sixteen  car  lines  come  within 
one  block  of  the  doors. 

The  Hale  stores  are  wholly  California  in- 
stitutions, the  first  one  being  founded  by  Mar- 
shal Hale,  Sr.,  in  San  Jose  thirty-six  years 
ago.  The  San  Francisco  store  was  first  opened 
twenty  years  ago.  A  handsome  store  was 
completed  just  before  the  fire  of  1906,  de- 
stroyed and  at  once  replaced  by  the  store  just 
being  vacated.  The  latter  store  was  the  first 
permanent  fireproof  building  erected  on  Mar- 
ket Street  after  the   1906  disaster. 

Hale  stores  are  located  in  San  Francisco, 
Oakland,  Sacramento,  Stockton,  and  San 
Jose.  The  present  officers  of  the  firm  are: 
P.  C.  Hale,  president ;  Marshal  Hale,  vice- 
president  ;  R.  B.  Hale,  secretary  and  treas- 
urer ;   E.   W.   Hale  and  F.  D.  Cobb,  directors. 

San  Francisco  Orchestra  Concerts. 
The    three    concerts   thus   far   given    by   the 
San     Francisco     Symphony     Orchestra     have 
completely    demonstrated    that    the    organiza- 
tion   now   under    Henry    Hadley's   baton   is   fit 
to    rank    with    the    great    instrumental    forces. 
In  balance  of  parts,  in  tone  capacity,  and  in 
elasticity    the    orchestra    has    been    trained    to 
t    of    excellence,    as    was 
<  cond   of  the   regular  sym- 
5    played.      The    next    ap- 
:hestra   will   take   place  at 
7riday   afternoon,    Novem- 
tgramme   will   present  ele- 
well    as    musical    interest. 
ie    gifted    pianiste,    a    na- 
o,  who  has  been  studying 


and  concertizing  abroad  for  nearly  eight 
years,  will  make  her  first  appearance  in 
America. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Julian  Eltinge  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

Julian  Eltinge  opened  in  "The  Fascinating 
Widow"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  last  Sun- 
day night,  and  applause  greeted  the  famous 
impersonator's  every  entrance  and  rewarded 
his  every  scene  throughout  the  musical  piece. 
Both  star  and  play  arc  distinct  and  pleasing 
theatrical  novelties.  The  dexterity  of  El- 
tinge in  assuming  the  feminine  role  of  "the 
fascinating  widow"  is  a  remarkable  achieve- 
ment, and  every  detail  of  the  play  is  re- 
ceived with  favor. 

Musically  "The  Fascinating  Widow"  is  un- 
usually appealing.  It  is  crowded  with  those 
catchy  airs  which  are  hummed  and  whistled 
by  the  audience  upon  leaving  the  theatre.  The 
dancing  numbers  are  refreshingly  new  and 
artistic,  and  the  comedy  scenes  are  funny. 
Only  a  visit  to  the  Columbia  Theatre  will  give 
an  adequate  idea  of  the  entertaining  features 
which  occur  throughout  the  development  of 
this  attraction.  The  Wednesday  and  Satur- 
day matinees  should  prove  sLrong  magnets  in 
drawing  the  feminine  contingent  of  local 
theatre-goers,  who  are  sure  to  marvel  at 
Julian  Eltinge's  wonderful  wardrobe  of 
Parisian  gowns.         

Holbrook  Blinn  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

"A  Romance  of  the  Underworld,"  Paul 
Armstrong's  drama  which  is  now  the  attrac- 
tion at  the  Cort  Theatre,  has  had  an  ex- 
ceedingly successful  first  week,  and  the  ad- 
vance sale  for  the  second  and  last  week  of 
the  engagement,  which  starts  tomorrow  night, 
augurs  a  continuance  of  the  same  business. 

On  Sunday  night,  November  10,  "The 
Chocolate  Soldier"  comes  to  the  Cort  The- 
atre on  its  annual  visit.  This  wonderful 
comic  opera  is  sure  of  a  great  welcome  from 
San  Francisco's  music-lovers  and  theatre- 
goers. The  Whitney  Opera  Company  is  the 
producer  and  a  notable  cast,  including  four 
favorites  who  were  here  last  season,  is  an- 
nounced.   

The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

The  Orpheum  announces  for  next  week  a 
great  new  show,  headed  by  Mme.  Maria  Gal- 
vany,  the  famous  European  prima  donna,  who 
will  be  heard  in  arias  from  her  repertory  of 
grand  opera.  Mme.  Galvany  proved  a  lyric 
sensation  in  Russia,  Italy,  Spain,  Portugal, 
and  England.  Her  favorite  opera  is  "La 
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One),  will  be  a  feature.  Gus  C.  Weinburg, 
remembered  for  his  admirable  rendition  of 
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Spiegel,   with  quaint   German   humor. 

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couple  are  skilled  banjoists  and  excel  particu- 
larly in  their  performance  of  the  old  songs 
of  war  times. 

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will  offer  a  series  of  clever  illusions  in  a 
humorous  and  novel  manner. 

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in  ten  minutes.  An  entire  performance  is 
burlesqued  by  him. 

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Nichols,  the  singer  of  humorous  songs.  It 
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Bingham,  who  will  present  the  principal 
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Mile.  Esmeralda,  a  young  woman  xylophonist; 
De  Lea  and  Orma  in  "Six  Feet  of  Comedy," 
Jack  Matthews's  School  Kids,  and  two  reels 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


''Did  she  love  him  long?"  "Till  he  was 
short." — Baltimore   American. 

Wise — This  is  certainly  a  good  cigar  you've 
given  me,  old  chap.  Guy — Shucks !  I  bet 
I've  gone  and  given  you  the  wrong  one. — 
Judge. 

"Do  you  believe  in  heredity?"  "To  some 
extent,  yes."  "In  what  way,  for  instance?" 
"Well,  I  believe  in  heriting  money." — Boston 
Transcript. 

"Pa,  will  you  tell  me  one  thing  about  pro- 
fane history?"  "What  is  that,  my  son?"  "Is 
it  what  you  call  a  cursory  study  ?" — Balti- 
more American. 

"Scribbler  must  have  unusual  powers  of 
imagination."  "Yes  ;  otherwise  he  would  not 
regard  most  of  his  writings  as  poetry." — 
Buffalo  Express. 

Patron  (to  very  slow  waiter) — Bring  me 
some  salad,  please.  And  you  might  just  send 
me  a  postcard  every  now  and  then  while 
you're  away. — Judge. 

Wife — Oh,  George,  do  order  a  rat-trap  to 
be  sent  home  today.  George — But  you  bought 
one  last  week.  Wife — Yes,  dear,  but  there's 
a  rat  in  that. — London  Tatler. 

Ernest  Fan — Is  your  wife  interested  in  the 
game  ?  Little  Fan — Interested  ?  She'd  give 
anything  to  know  now  whether  I'm  here  or 
at  the  office. — New  York  Globe. 

"This  poem  was  written  by  a  prominent 
lawyer  of  this  city.  Has  it  any  value?" 
"About  as  much  value,"  said  the  editor,  "as 
a  legal  opinion  written  by  a  poet." — Washing- 
ion  Herald. 

"I  wish  that  old  codger  would  give  me  a 
tip  on  the  stock  market."  "If  he  should  do 
so,  you'd  next  be  wishing  you  knew  whether 
the  tip  was  straight  or  not." — Louisville 
Courier-Journal. 

Judge — So  you  admit  you  were  going  at 
the  rate  of  twenty-five  miles  an  hour. 
Chauffeur — Yes,  your  honor.  Judge — Well,  a 
man  should  pay  as  he  goes.  I'll  fine  you  $25. 
— Yonkers  Statesman. 

Grinder — I  see  that  a  fellow  over  in  Eng- 
land has  invented  a  wire  netting  guard  that 
will  prevent  automobiles  from  spattering  mud 
on  pedestrians.  Grouch — But  what's  mud  for? 
— Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"Why  does  Miss  Schreecher  close  her  eyes 
when  she  sings?"  "Perhaps  she  has  a  ten- 
der heart.3'  "I  don't  quite  understand." 
"Maybe  she  can't  bear  to  see  how  we  suffer." 
— Birmingham  Age-Herald. 

"Geese  are  supposed  to  be  symbolic  of  all 
that  is  foolish."  "Well,  go  on."  "But  you 
never  see  an  old  gander  hoard  a  million  ker- 
nels of  corn  and  then  go  around  trying  to 
mate   with   a   gosling." — Kansas   City   Journal. 

She — She  told  me  to  tell  her  that  secret  I 
told  you  not  to  tell  her.  He — The  mean 
thing !  I  told  her  not  to  tell  you  I  told  her. 
She — I  promised  her  I  would  not  tell  you 
she  told  me,  so  don't  tell  her  I  told-  you. — 
Life. 

Campaign  Manager — I  hear  poor  Jobb  has 
lost  his  memory.  Can't  remember  a  thing 
from  one  day  to  another.  Secretary — 
Wouldn't  he  be  a  good  man  to  take  charge 
of  the  campaign  contributions  ? — Baltimore 
American. 

Cautious  Investor — But  is  the  management 
of  the  P.  D.  &  Q.  R.  R.  economical?  Broker 
— I  should  say  so  !  Why,  they  buy  all  their 
rails  in  winter,  and  lay  them  in  summer, 
when  the  heat  expands  them  about  a  quarter 
of  an  inch. — Bazar. 

"Well,  Binks,"  said  Dobbleigh,  "I  see  that 
they  have  just  had  their  commencement  up 
at  your  boy's  college.  How  did  he  stand  the 
examination  of  his  mental  baggage?"  "All 
right,"  said  Binks,  "they  didn't  find  anything 
dutiable." — Harper's    Weekly. 

Mr.  Pompous  (to  butler) — I'm  expecting  a 
delegation  at  twelve  o'clock  to  ask  me  to  run 
for  mayor  on  the  reform  ticket.  Butler — 
Yes,  sir.  Mr.  Pompous — Perhaps  it  would  be 
well  to  remove  all  the  best  umbrellas  from 
the  hat  stand! — Philadelphia  Bulletin. 

Auto  Salesman — Why,  my  dear  sir,  even 
now  we  are  working  on  our  1914  model. 
Friend  (who  has  bought  a  car  from  him  be- 
fore)— Nothing  like  getting  a  good  start. 
You  ought  to  get  it  fixed  by  1920.  I  am 
still  working  on  the  1911  model  from  you  two 
years  ago. — Puck. 

District  Attorney — Is  the  lady  on  your  left, 
just  selected  as  a  juror,  related  to  you,  Mr. 
Jones?  Mr.  Jones — Yes,  sir,  she's  my  wife. 
District  'Attorney — Would  she  be  apt  to  in- 
fluence your  opinion  in  deciding  on  the  merits 
of  this  case?  Judge — That  is  a  foolish  ques- 
tion.    Mr.  Jones,  you  are  excused. — Life. 

"What  did  you  steal  this  bathtub  for,  any- 
how ?"  demanded  Magistrate  Mullowney  of 
Buddy  Johnson,  a  dissipated  and  bedraggled 
negro.  "Ah  done  it  fo'  drinkin'  pupposes,  yo' 
honata,"  answered  Buddy.  "You  don't  mean 
to  tell  me  you  stole  a  bathtub  so  that  you 
could   drink   out  of  it?"  demanded   the  magis- 


trate. "Oh,  no,  yo'  honnah.  Ah  means  Ah 
done  took  de  bathtub  and  sold  it  so's  to  gc 
de  money  to  buy  gin  wid,"  explained  Buddy. 
"Six  months,1'  announced  the  magistrate. — 
New  York  Herald. 

"Are  you  troubled  with  insomnia — sleep- 
lessness?" "I  should  say  I  am.  Some  nights 
I  don't  sleep  three  hours."  "That  so?  I've 
got  it  awfully  bad.  I've  been  afflicted  now 
about  two  years.  The  doctor  calls  it  neuris 
insomnis  paralaxitis."  "I've  had  it  about 
eighteen  months,  and  we  call  it  Ethel." — 
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EDITORIAL:  The  Election— The  Turkish  Collapse— Bill- 
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OLD    FAVORITES    BY   ANDREW    LANG:     "Lost    Love," 

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THE  MAN  WHO  DODGED  WORK:  But  It  Followed  Him 
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Cushing  294 

A  COMEDIE  FRANCAISE  CENTENARY:  Some  Notes  on 
the  Treasures  of  tbat  Famous  Parisian  Theatre.  By 
Henry    C.    Shelley 295 

TRINIDAD  AND  VENEZUELA:  Lindon  Bates,  Jr.,  Fol- 
lows the  Path  of  the  Conquistadores  and  Writes  a 
Book 296 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "The  Far  Country,"  by  Edward  Wil- 
bur Mason;  "The  Little  Road  o'  Kerry,"  by  Gordon 
Johnstone;  "Irish  Country  Song,"  by  Padraic  Colum; 
"Vergil  and  Tennyson,"  by  Stephen  Phillips 296 

TriE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  o£  Books  and  Authors— New  Books  Received.  .  .297-293 

DRAMA:     Mr.    Eltinge's   Fascinating   Widow.     By  Josephine 

Hart    Phelps     299 

VANITY  FAIR:  Gently  Reduced  to  'Ninety-Eight— The 
New  Call  to  Arms  Against  Paris  Domination — Expense 
in  Time  and  Pain  of  Adapting  One's  Figure — Mayor 
Gaynor  and  the  Hat-Pin — Men  Are  Not  Caput  Lupinum 
— Fifth  Avenue  Associations — An  Empress  Who  Was 
Not    Extravagant    300 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             301 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts          302 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   303 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 304 

The  Election. 

As  we  write,  the  morning  after,  there  is  here  in 
California  something  like  jubilation  among  thousands 
of  nominal  Republicans  over  the  election  of  a  nominal 
Democrat  to  the  presidency.  Something  of  this  spirit 
prevails  throughout  the  country.  The  fact  is  signifi- 
cant. It  shows  that  in  the  election  of  Mr.  Wilson  the 
country  recognizes  the  triumph  of  a  principle  rather 
than  the  victory  of  a  party.  The  circumstances  of  the 
campaign  tended  to  minimize  the  platforms,  to  empha- 
size the  candidacy  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  as  representing  a 
revolutionary  radicalism,  likewise  to  emphasize  the  can- 
didacy of  Mr.  Wilson  as  representing  the  spirit  of  a 
reasonable  conservatism.  The  election  of  Wilson, 
therefore,  is  cause  for  satisfaction  among  those  who 
would  hold  the  government  upon  the  old  foundations 
and  in  respect  of  the  old  standards.  .It  is  a  further 
cause  of  satisfaction  because  by  its  very  magnitude  Mr. 
Wilson's  victory  repudiates  and  rebukes  pretensions 
founded  in  ambition  and  exploited  in  vanity,  hypocrisy, 
and  vulgarity. 

In  the  circumstances  of  his  election — circumstances 


which  enormously  enlarged  the  basis  of  his  immediate 
responsibility — Mr.  Wilson  rests  under  a  mandate  more 
authoritative  than  his  party  platform  and  at  many 
points  departing  from  it.  Nominal  representative  of 
a  species  of  radicalism,  he  is  President  by  virtue  of  the 
will  and  the  voice  of  a  tempered  conservatism.  The 
situation  is  one  of  some  delicacy,  for  by  any  possible 
course  in  the  presidential  office  Mr.  Wilson  is  bound 
to  meet  criticism  and  reproaches.  Only  a  very  posi- 
tive sincerity  combined  with  absolute  candor,  sup- 
ported by  an  almost  superhuman  wisdom  of  action, 
may  answer  the  demands  of  such  a  situation  without 
the  appearance  of  bad  faith,  free  from  the  embarrass- 
ments of  disappointment  and  resentment  on  the  part 
of  earnest  friends.  

Mr.  Wilson  is  fairly  equipped  at  the  point  of  char- 
acter for  the  difficult  part  he  will  be  called  upon  to 
play,  albeit  there  are  obvious  flaws  in  the  moral  armor 
of  one  who  as  a  scholar  holds  one  theory  of  govern- 
ment and  as  a  politician  supports  another.  On  the  side 
of  experience  Mr.  Wilson  is  not  so  well  provided,  since 
practically  his  life  has  been  that  of  a  student  and  a 
teacher.  His  world,  in  spite  of  his  recent  excursion 
into  politics,  has  been  that  of  the  scholar.  Ideals 
and  theories  have  been  his  guides  and  monitors.  He 
comes  to  the  command  of  colossal  forces  of  business 
and  statecraft,  he  stands  supremely  placed  towards 
prodigious  influences  of  politics,  yet  with  no  real  "ex- 
perience in  business,  no  training  in  statecraft,  no 
instinct  for — and  we  suspect  no  respect  for — even  the 
essential  operations  of  political  life. 

The  new  President  will  come  to  his  great  responsi- 
bilities with  high  acclaim.  But  since  human  nature  is 
what  it  is,  it  is  more  than  likely  that  there  will  be  foes 
in  arnbush  waiting  their  opportunity.  After  sixteen 
years  of  unquestioned  party  leadership,  culminating  in 
an  overwhelming  triumph  of  individual  prowess,  Mr. 
William  J.  Bryan  is  not  likely  to  abdicate  the  powers 
of  party  leadership  to  a  man  whose  mental,  moral,  and 
political  instincts  are  so  variant  from  his  own  at  a 
thousand  points.  Mr.  Champ  Clark,  however  he  may 
join  in  Mr.  Wilson's  triumphal  march,  will  never  get 
over  the  feeling  that  he  was  cheated  out  of  the  nomi- 
nation at  Baltimore.  Loyal  he  may  be  in  a  sense  to  the 
Wilson  administration,  but  loyal  he  will  never  be  in  the 
sense  of  absorption  in  it  and  devotion  to  it.  Bryan 
and  Clark  are  now  irreconcilable  forces,  each  with  its 
private  sentiments  and  inspirations — perhaps  with  still 
deeply  cherished  aspirations.  Both  are  to  be  reckoned 
with  by  the  Wilson  administration,  and — we  say  it  quite 
without  malice — both  are  to  be  feared. 

Already  Mr.  Wilson  has  made  it  plain  that  he  stands 
for  certain  things  in  government  somewhat  aside  from 
the  declared  aims  and  purposes  of  his  party.  With 
respect  to  the  tariff  particularly  he  has  pointed  out  in 
preelection  utterances  the  impracticability  of  the  plat- 
form demand.  The  government  must  have  revenue — 
and  a  lot  of  it.  Business  must  not  be  embarrassed  by 
sudden  and  radical  changes.  If  as  President  Mr.  Wil- 
son hews  to  the  line  of  his  platform,  he  will  impoverish 
the  government,  he  will  break  down  prosperity.  Where 
is  the  line  of  compromise?  Is  there  a  line  of  prac- 
ticable compromise?  We  do  not  envy  the  man  who 
shall  attempt  to  find  it — still  less  the  man  who  shall 
attempt  to  enforce  it. 

Mr.  Wilson's  temperament  and  habits  of  mind  are 
not  those  of  a  man  who  wins  cooperation.  Indeed 
he  is  not  a  man  who  seeks  cooperation.  There  is 
reason  to  believe  that  he  cares  little  for  the  opinions  or 
counsels  of  others.  Compromise,  so  essential  in  the 
administrator  of  public  affairs,  we  are  told,  is  not  writ 
in  his  lexicon.  For  a  man  so  under  the  burdens  of 
responsibility,  for  a  man  so  mentally  organized,  for  a 
man  so  circumstanced,  for  a  man  so  habited,  we  fear 
there  are  troubled  days  in  store. 

At  least  at  one  point  there  ought  to  be  universal  satis- 
faction in  Mr.  Wilson's  election,  especially  in  view  of  I 


what  was  threatened  in  the  candidacy  of  Mr.  Roosevelt. 
Mr.  Wilson  is  a  gentleman.  He  is  possessed  of  all  the 
inward  and  outward  graces  which  dignify  the  name. 
Whatever  he  shall  say  or  shall  do  must  in  the  nature 
of  things  bear  the  stamp  of  individual  grace  and  indi- 
vidual taste.  Thank  God  for  that !  Thank  God  that 
the  argot  of  the  sporting  page  will  not  deface  and 
defame  the  language  of  politics  during  the  coming  four 
years  in  so  far  as  administrative  example  and  influence 
may  be  concerned.  

There  are  elements  of  pathos  in  the  collapse  of  Mr. 
Taft,  emphasized  by  the  solidity  and  charm  of  his  mind 
and  character.  Yet  the  truth  of  history  requires  it  to 
be  said  that  he  has  lacked  certain  qualities  essential  to 
popular  administration  and  to  political  leadership.  A 
man  of  sincerity,  of  learning,  and  of  very  real  ability, 
he  lay  under  restrictions  of  temperament  and  taste 
wholly  disqualifying  him  for  conflict  with  adverse  con- 
ditions and  for  competition  with  spectacular  hoodlum- 
ism.  To  the  man  who  knows  little  and  thinks  less, 
whose  political  admirations  and  affiliations  have  their 
foundation  in  mere  impressions,  .Mr  Taft  in  the  presi- 
dency seemed  tame  and  neutral  after  eight  years  of , 
Roosevelt.  Then  the  tendencies  of  the  times  in  polit- 
ical thought  have  run  against  a  man  whose  spirit  is 
that  of  legitimate  conservatism  and  whose  self-respect 
has  scorned  all  cheap  devices  of  personal  exploitation. 
Qualities  which  in  another  state  of  the  public  mind 
would  have  won  high  approval,  during  the  past  three 
years  have  to  many  seemed  inadequate  and  futile. 

And,  since  it  is  a  time  to  speak  with  entire  candor, 
Mr.  Taft  has  had  himself  to  blame  for  some  things  that 
have  minimized  his  regard  by  the  public.  He  started 
wrong,  for  he  was  confessedly  a  promoted  candidate. 
He  came  to  the  presidency  not  so  much  through  natural 
promotions  as  under  the  patronage  of  Mr.  Roosevelt, 
then  President,  who,  we  may  now  easily  believe,  se- 
lected and  groomed  him  for  the  office  under  sinister 
motives.  A  chance  came  early  to  Mr.  Taft  to  rid 
himself  of  this  reproach.  When  the  Payne-Aldrich 
tariff  bill  was  sent  up  to  him  in  the  first  year  of  his 
administration  he  should  have  returned  it  to  Congress 
with  a  calm  and  courteous  but  hard-fisted  statement 
that  it  did  not  answer  the  promise  of  the  party  or  that 
of  the  President  himself.  He  ought  not  to  have 
allowed  the  great  steel  and  the  great  wool  interests 
through  their  affiliations  and  their  influences  in  Con- 
gress to  nullify  the  party  pledge.  He  ought  not  to 
have  allowed  himself  to  be  dragooned  into  acceptance 
and  approval  of  a  measure  which  he  knew  to  be  inade- 
quate and  wrong.  A  prompt  and  boldly  sustained  veto 
message  at  this  crisis  would  have  established  Mr.  Taft 
as  an  independent  figure  and  so  have  changed  the  whole 
atmosphere  of  his  administration.  Again,  Mr.  Taft 
ought  at  the  start  to  have  brought  into  the  Cabinet  men 
of  representative  character  to  serve  as  aids  and  props 
of  his  administration.  He  should  not  have  made  the 
mistake  of  employing  in  Cabinet  office  men,  however 
honest  and  able,  whose  distinctions,  such  as  they  were. 
had  largely  been  gained  in  legal  contests  against  the 
government.  The  mistake  of  accepting  an  inadequate 
tariff  bill,  the  mistake  of  filling  up  his  official  house 
with  mediocre  men — these  with  other  less  important 
mistakes  of  judgment  and  tact — created  a  situation  pre- 
cisely to  the  hand  of  jealousy  and  malevolence.  Jeal- 
ousy and  malevolence  came  in  the  person  of  Mr.  Roose- 
velt. 

Despite  the  worst  efforts  of  falsehood  and  slander. 
the  record  proves  the  signal  value  of  Mr.  Taft's  ad- 
ministration as  illustrated  by  actual  achievements. 
This  record  stands  as  a  monument  impossible  lo  con- 
ceal or  deface.  That  it  will  justify  Mr.  Taft  in  years 
to  come,  giving  to  his  administration  a  permanent  high 
fame,  there  is  no  doubt  in  the  mind  of  any  intelligent 
man.     In  the  long  run  truth  and  justice  '  \nd 

we  suspect  that  in  this  case  the  event 
delayed.     We  venture  the  prophecy  th:i 


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November  9,  1912. 


coming  administration  shall  have  half  run  its  course 
the  thought  of  the  country  will  turn  in  belated  ap- 
proval and  in  aggrieved  self-reproach  to  William 
Howard  Taft. 

Mr.  Taft  approaches  the  end  of  his  official  life  in- 
deed under  the  shadow  of  an  overwhelming  defeat. 
But  he  will  leave  the  White  House  richer  than  many 
another  man  has  left  public  life  in  self-respect  and  in 
public  respect,  with  no  stain  upon  his  name,  with  no 
question  as  to  the  justice  of  his  intentions  or  the  honor 
of  his  acts.  

There  may  now  dawn  upon  the  distempered  mind  of 
Theodore  Roosevelt  some  sense  of  the  estimation  in 
which  he  really  stands.  For  the  second  time  since  his 
return  from  his  adventures  of  blood  and  thunder  in 
Africa  he  has  intruded  unasked  into  the  political  life 
of  the  country,  only  to  be  ordered  back  to  Oyster  Bay. 
By  way  of  special  emphasis,  his  own  state,  which  first 
rejected  his  leadership  by  a  decisive  voice,  now  shouts 
it  in  an  adverse  majority  dwarfing  all  previous  records. 
For  the  first  time  "up-state"  New  York  gives  a  ma- 
jority to  a  Democratic  candidate,  not  indeed  because 
he  is  a  Democrat,  but  because  he  was  the  likeliest  man 
to  pin  that  famous  frazzle  to  the  right  coat-tail.  On 
the  other  hand,  it  is  clearly  betrayed  by  the  returns 
from  New  York  City  that  the  support  of  "Wall  Street" 
was  for  Mr.  Roosevelt.  It  was  no  accident  that 
George  W.  Perkins,  ex-member  of  Morgan  &  Co.,  ex- 
life  insurance  magnate,  active  figure  in  the  Steel  Trust, 
president  of  the  Harvester  Trust — and  of  course  in  his 
political  relations  friend  of  the  people  and  foe  to  cor- 
porations— was  at  the  head  of  his  bureau  of  exploita- 
tion. It  w*as  no  accident  that  Munsey  of  the  Pub- 
lishers' Trust  and  the  Steel  Trust,  and  that  other  agents 
of  other  trusts  were  large  contributors  to  the  Roose- 
velt campaign  fund.  The  records  of  this  campaign — 
leaving  out  all  that  has  gone  before — brand  Mr.  Roose- 
velt in  his  moral  pretensions  as  the  grossest  of 
pretenders,  the  rankest  of  hypocrites  and  charlatans. 
If  he  had  received  a  vote  respectable  at  the  point  of 
numbers  he  might  have  continued  to  be  a  source  of 
political  disturbance — a  chronic  nuisance  and  a  chronic 
menace.  But  his  vote  by  its  insignificance  when  con- 
trasted with  his  claims  practically  removes  Mr.  Roose- 
velt from  serious  political  calculations.  That  his  vani- 
ties will  subside  is  too  much  to  hope.  He  will  con- 
tinue, no  doubt,  to  busy  himself  in  small  ways  and 
wear  down  to  still  more  attenuated  dimensions  a  rem- 
nant of  the  fame  which  came  to  him  only  to  be 
cheapened  and  dishonored.  In  the  national  sphere  Mr. 
Roosevelt,  we  think,  is  now  destined  to  play  a  part 
comparable  with  that  of  poor  old  Dr.  Pardee  here  in 
California.  Six  years  of  steadily  diminishing  repute 
has  not  served  to  assuage  the  grief  or  to  bring  peace 
to  this  victim  of  disappointed  egotism.  In  years  to 
come  we  shall  expect  to  see  Mr.  Roosevelt  hawking 
about  the  country  in  annual  tours  exhibiting  his  sore 
toe  at  one-night  stands  at  fifty  dollars  per. 


Mr.  Wilson's  success  in  California,  which  as  we 
write  seems  assured,  although  returns  are  not  yet  com- 
plete, comes  rather  as  a  surprise.  The  circumstances 
favored  the  Bull-Moosers.  They  had  in  hand  all  the 
powers  of  the  state  administration — no  slight  advan- 
tage in  a  state  of  such  multitudinous  and  highly  paid 
officialism  as  California.  They  had  control  of  the 
elective  machinery  and  were  under  no  scruples  of  moral 
restraint  in  employing  it  for  all  it  was  worth.  They  had 
possession  of  the  Republican  party  machinery  through 
legal  but  dishonest  processes.  Likewise  through  simi- 
lar processes  they  prevented  the  imprint  of  the  Taft 
electors  on  the  ballot,  printing  the  names  of  their  own 
perjured  candidates  under  the  Republican  name.  They 
held  a  wurid  of  official  patronage  subject  to  highest  bid- 
ders. They  had  control  of  the  state's  exposition  fund 
of  $5,000,000  for  traffic  with  the  trades  union  leaders. 
They  had  the  prestige  of  repeated  clean  sweeps  of  the 
state  in  recent  elections.  On  top  of  these  resources  of 
chicane  and  villainy,  they  had  the  support  which  the 
theorists,  the  sentimentalists,  and  the  easily  cajoled 
of  every  community  invariably  yields  to  a  bold-eyed 
and  brazen-faced  hypocrisy. 

If  the  matter  had  been  left  to  the  natural  order  of 
things,  the  Bull-Moose  ticket  would  have  won  in  Cali- 
fornia by  a  substantial  plurality.  The  returns  thus  far 
received  place  this  conclusion  beyond  a  doubt.  It 
,  •  have  been  a  clean  victory,  since  it  would 
i  bought  victory — still  it  would  have  been  a 

.  il  hour  the  Progressive  chiefs  conceived 


the  idea  of  "cinching"  success  by  making  it  impossible 
for  loyal  Republicans  to  vote  their  party  ticket.  It 
was  a  conception  natural  to  a  pawnbroker  with  stolen 
goods  in  his  possession.  There  was  behind  it  the  in- 
stinct of  the  burglar,  but  there  was  lacking  the  bur- 
glar's cunning.  For  Mr.  Lissner,  Mr.  Johnson,  Mr. 
Rowell,  Mr.  Earl,  and  the  rest  of  the  gang  did  not  re- 
flect that  the  swag  was  too  bulky  for  concealment. 
The)*  proceeded  to  carry  out  the  plan,  despite  every 
principle  of  fair  dealing  among  men,  of  common  hon- 
esty, of  simple  decency.  They  even  chuckled  and 
gurgled,  and  some  of  them,  true  to  character,  chortled 
about  it.  They  thought  the}'  had  turned  the  cleverest 
trick  since  Judas  anointed  his  palm  in  the  long  ago. 
They  did  not  reflect,  since  they  had  in  themselves  no 
instincts  reminding  them  of  the  sensibilities  of  normal 
men,  how  the  public  would  feel  about  it.  They  did 
not  reckon  upon  the  disgust  and  the  resentment  of  men 
cheated  by  a  vile  trick  of  the  birthright  of  citizenship. 

All  the  forces  already  described  were  employed  to 
the  limit  in  their  campaign  by  the  Bull-Moosers.  The 
rape  of  the  Republican  organization  was  effected.  The 
elimination  of  the  Republican  electors  was  enforced. 
And,  let  it  be  said,  that  to  a  degree  the  scheme  worked. 
For  many  thousands  of  Taft  Republicans  did  in  igno- 
rance or  in  heedlessness  vote  for  the  fraudulent  Bull- 
Moose  electors,  thinking  they  were  voting  the  Repub- 
lican ticket.  But  by  thousands  the  loyal  Republicans 
of  California  went  to  the  polls  grimly  determined  to 
resent  an  outrage  and  to  avenge  an  insult.  Thou- 
sands upon  thousands  voted  for  Wilson,  not  because 
they  wanted  Wilson  primarily,  but  to  emphasize  a  pro- 
test against  a  shameless  usurpation,  likewise  to  pre- 
vent the  thieves  from  getting  away  with  the  swag. 
The  result  speaks  for  itself — and  it  speaks  in  tones 
loud  enough  to  be  heard  and  remembered  at  home  and 
elsewhere.  Not  again,  we  suspect,  within  the  memory 
of  this  generation  will  an)*  group  of  political  highway- 
men attempt  the  wholesale  theft  of  a  popular  political 
party  in  an  American  state. 

The  result  in  California  as  related  to  the  Johnson- 
Lissner-Earl-Rowell  combine  is  equivalent  to  what 
doctors  style  a  premonitory  stroke.  It  is  a  certain 
promise  of  what  must  surely  follow*.  Johnson-Lissner- 
ism  stands  convicted  of  a  grave  crime  against  justice 
and  liberty,  and  this  conviction  points  unerringly  to  its 
doom.  It  may  swagger  around  under  the  brief  respite 
which  our  system  affords,  but  its  race  is  run.  It  has 
been  found  guilty  at  the  bar  of  public  judgment  on  a 
charge  of  moral  degeneracy.  Its  leaders — the  men  who 
counseled  and  executed  the  crime  of  disfranchisement 
— will  stand  branded  to  the  end  of  their  days  as  crea- 
tures lacking  the  common  instincts  of  manly  honor. 
Governor  Johnson,  who  was  a  party  to  this  infamy, 
will  share  in  the  penalties  with  which  it  has  reacted. 
He  has  had  his  brief  day  of  noisy  and  futile  notoriety. 
He  will  end  as  end  all  pretentious  humbugs  in  public 
contempt,  unrelieved  by  the  consolations  of  self- 
respect.  

If  we  might  accept  the  cheerful  outgivings  of  the 
several  party  managers  at  face  value,  everybody  is 
pleased  and  hopeful.  Mr.  McCombs  of  the  Demo- 
cratic committee  sees  in  the  result,  of  course,  the  hand 
of  God  Almighty — personally  conducted.  Mr.  Hilles  is 
mightily  encouraged,  but  thinks  it  would  be  just  as  well 
to  begin  the  work  of  organization  for  1916.  The  Bull- 
Moose  manager,  Mr.  Dixon,  who  the  day  before  yes- 
terday predicted  "the  most  stupendous  landslide  in  the 
history  of  American  politics,"  has,  indeed,  the  for- 
tune, rare  in  the  experience  of  prophets,  of  seeing  his 
promise  realized.  He,  like  the  others,  is  hopeful, 
though  we  suspect  that  the  inside  state  of  his  mind  is 
not  that  of  over-exhilaration.  .  Now  every  one  of  these 
fine  gentlemen  knows  that  there  has  been  a  tremendous 
political  smash-up,  and  that  before  each  of  the  party 
organizations  there  are  very  grave  problems.  Democ- 
racy is  successful,  but  there  is  no  hazard  to  a  party 
fixed  in  habits  of  negation  like  a  sudden  and  over- 
whelming success.  The  Bull-Moose  was  never  a  real 
party;  it  was  never  anything  but  a  striking  personality 
and  a  state  of  mind.  There  is  not  enough  of  it  left 
even  to  bury.  But  Progressivism  as  interpreted  by 
La  Follette,  Borah,  Cummins,  Hadley,  and  many  more 
men  of  sincerity  and  high  potentiality,  is  a  great  ai. 
growing  force — a  force  rather  more  than  likely,  wi 
think  at  this  moment,  to  take  over  the  Republican  party 
body  and  breeches  and  shape  its  future  to  its  own 
ends. 

American    politics   has   long   witnessed   one   striking 
anomaly — the  party  of  progress  has  been  the  party  of 


property.  In  other  countries  the  property  element  is 
inevitably  and  under  all  circumstances  affiliated  with 
conservative  politics.  The  reasons  for  the  curious  de- 
parture in  this  country  from  the  ordinary  rules  of 
political  association  are  in  plain  view  and  need  not 
now  be  discussed.  But  with  changed  times — and  times 
are  changed  with  a  vengeance — there  is  likely  to  be  a 
new  deal.  There  is  going  to  be  in  this  country,  if  not 
yet,  soon,  a  new  line  of  division,  and  on  the  one  side 
there  will  be  found  those  eager  to  plunge  forward  upon 
new  schemes  of  political  theory  and  those  who  wish 
to  hold  back  under  motives  of  conserving  that  which 
has  been  attained.  Hot-headed  partisans  of  innovation, 
with  all  those  whose  hopes  lie  in  something  different, 
will  array  themselves  on  one  side;  property,  with 
those  who  like  things  as  they  are,  will  stand  on  the 
other  side. 

Now  if  Progressivism — not  Rooseveltism,  but  La  Fol- 
letteism  or  something  like  it — should  capture  the  Re- 
publican party,  then  the  conservative  elements  will  go 
somewhere  else.  They  will  either  form  a  new  party  or 
ally  themselves  with  Democracy,  modifying  the  latter  to 
whatever  extent  they  may  be  able,  but  certainly  modi- 
fying it  to  some  extent.  On  the  whole,  the  tendencies 
of  the  Democratic  party  are  more  towards  conserva- 
tism, in  the  present  posture  of  American  affairs,  than 
any  other.  The  South,  traditional  stronghold  of 
Democracy,  is  conservative  by  temperament,  by  habit, 
and  under  special  necessities  grow*ing  out  of  the  pres- 
ence of  the  negro  race  in  large  numbers.  Tradition 
has  made  it  a  party  of  negation,  and  negation  is  the 
essential  policy  of  conservatism. 

Practically  and  immediately,  everything  will  depend 
upon  the  course  of  the  Wilson  administration.  If  it 
shall  be  able  to  organize  itself  wisely  and  to  administer 
the  affairs  of  the  country  discreetly  and  prosperously 
— if  in  other  words  it  proves  a  practical  success — it 
will  attract  and  hold  in  large  measure  the  forces  w*hich 
a  crisis  have  brought  to  its  support.  If  it  shall  fail 
practically  under  the  tests  of  working  responsibility,  it 
will  lose  its  mandate  with  the  end  of  the  Wilson  ad- 
ministration. There  is  the  whole  situation  as  it  pre- 
sents itself  to  intelligent  minds  on  this  sixth  day  of  No- 
vember in  the  year  1912. 

Party  managers  who  seek  now  to  conceal  alike  their 
exhilaration  and  their  chagrin,  talk  glibly  and  plausibly 
about  girding  up  their  loins  with  respect  to  future  ope- 
rations. This  is  all  very  well.  Tightly  girded  loins 
may  be  useful  in  any  situation.  But  the  future  of  our 
politics  rests  upon  something  vastly  more  potential  than 
any  scheme  of  mere  political  organization.  When 
everything  has  got  into  the  melting  pot,  the  forms  in 
which  things  are  to  come  out  depend  upon  forces  higher 
and  more  compelling  than  aught  writ  in  the  smug  phi- 
losophies or  in  the  trivial  calculations  of  Messrs.  Mc- 
Combs, Hilles,  Dixon,  or  La  Follette. 


The  Turkish  Collapse. 

A  glance  at  the  map  shows  the  desperate  situation 
of  the  Turkish  forces  and  the  doom  that  overhangs 
Constantinople.  The  routed  armies  are  now  falling 
back  upon  the  capital  at  the  eastern  extremity  of  the 
narrow*  Straits  of  the  Bosporus  separating  Turkey  in 
at  the  south  the  Sea  of  Marmora.  At  the  east  are  the 
narrow  Straits  of  the  Bosphorus  separating  Turkey  in 
Europe  from  Turkey  in  Asia,  and  right  across  the 
neck  of  the  peninsula  to  the  west  are  the  victorious 
Bulgarian  armies  within  twenty-five  miles  of  Constan- 
tinople itself.  The  Turk  at  bay  has  terrible  possibili- 
ties, and  until  fighting  actually  ceases  there  is  no  such 
thing  as  certainty  about  the  situation.  Moreover,  Con- 
stantinople is  heavily  fortified  and  the  Balkan  forces 
are  said  to  have  lost  50,000  men  and  to  be  exhausted. 
None  the  less  the  odds  are  vastly  in  their  favor,  as  is 
shown  by  Turkey's  fruitless  appeal  to  the  powers. 
The  real  danger  is  of  a  massacre  of  Christians  in  Con- 
stantinople, and  that  the  Porte  is  fully  alive  to  this 
terrible  possibility  is  shown  by  her— invitation  to  the 
powers  to  send  their  warships  into  the  Bosporus. 

The  pitiful  collapse  of  Turkey  is  one  of  the  marvels 
of  the  day.  She  showed  not  the  slightest  sign  of  de- 
cay during  her  war  with  Greece,  while  it  took  the  whole 
power  of  Russia  to  bring  her  to  her  knees  after  a  series 

of  •"-•-"*:':  • 

■ 


November  9,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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and  cohesion  under  one  head  received  a  deathblow 
when  Abdul  Hamid  was  deposed  and  when  a  constitu- 
tion transformed  the  centre  of  gravity  from  the  apex 
of  the  social  pyramid  to  its  base.  No  nation  has  ever 
yet  survived  a  democracy,  and  we  should  naturally  ex- 
pect to  find  the  poison  acting  with  peculiar  rapidity  in 
the  case  of  an  Oriental  people  suddenly  snatched  from 
their  ancient  anchorage  of  obedience  and  discipline. 


Billboards  and  Reformers. 

The  Argonaut  would  have  more  sympathy  with  the 
agitation  for  the  restraint  of  the  billboard  if  it  pro- 
ceeded from  an  aroused  public  sentiment  rather  than 
from  the  greed  of  a  few  daily  newspapers  who  hate  to 
see  the  spending  of  so  much  money  away  from  their 
own  advertising  columns.  The  daily  newspapers  have 
never  shown  any  noticeable  eagerness  for  any  sort  of 
improvement  except  where  their  own  revenues  are  con- 
cerned, and  their  present  anxiety  for  the  beautification 
of  the  city  is  actuated  by  the  same  sentiments  that 
caused  Judas  Iscariot  to  be  so  solicitous  for  the  welfare 
of  the  poor.  Doubtless  a  neglected  corner  of  their 
library  shelf  will  enable  them  to  identify  the  reference. 

It  would  indeed  be  a  matter  for  gratification  if  the 
community  at  large  were  to  arouse  itself  to  the  fact 
that  natural  beauty  is  quite  as  real  an  asset  as  oil,  or 
minerals,  or  crops,  and  that  even  the  defacement  of  a 
building  or  a  vacant  lot  is  an  injury  to  the  city  and 
an  infringement  of  human  rights.  But  the  community 
is  quite  unaware  of  these  facts.  It  placidly  tolerates 
the  defacement  of  Yerba  Buena  Island,  and  allows  it- 
self to  be  assured  of  the  efficacy  of  some  one's  pills  or 
flour  through  the  uglification  of  Twin  Peaks.  When 
the  stranger  sees  these  barbarities  he  shrugs  his  shoul- 
ders with  good-humored  contempt  and  the  billboards 
seem  quite  insignificant  in  comparison. 

If  there  were  any  general  feeling  that  the  city  has 
a  right  to  all  the  beauty  that  belongs  to  it  there  would 
be  a  speedy  end  to  the  brutalities  inflicted  upon  the 
scenery  and  the  lesser  brutalities  inflicted  upon  the 
streets.  We  have  not  quite  reached  the  point  where 
we  can  recognize  that  beauty  is  cash  in  hand.  We  have 
not  quite  reached  the  other  point  of  interference  with 
the  more  aggressive  and  objectionable  forms  of  dis- 
play. We  extend  a  specially  tolerant  license  to  whom- 
ever is  trying  to  make  money,  even  though  the  attempt 
involve  an  infringement  of  rights.  We  do  not  allow 
handbills  to  be  given  away  in  the  streets,  but  we  allow 
them  to  be  stuffed  into  letter-boxes  and  under  doors 
until  their  removal  becomes  a  positive  nuisance,  while 
any  one  who  wishes  to  increase  the  nervous  rack  of 
life  by  the  display  of  flashing  electrical  signs  is  quite 
at  liberty  to  do  so.  Of  course  the  remedy  for  all  these 
inflictions  is  already  within  the  hands  of  those  who 
suffer  from  them.  The  appeal  to  by-laws  and  legisla- 
tion is  but  the  mark  of  a  namby-pamby  democracy.  A 
general  determination  to  buy  no  goods  that  are  adver- 
tized objectionably  would  settle  the  whole  problem  in  a 
week,  but  in  that  case  there  would  be  no  room  for  the 
self-display  that  is  so  much  more  hateful  than  the  ad- 
vertisements of  the  pills,  flours,  and  dress  shields.  And 
if  we  could  but  rid  ourselves  of  the  self-advertising  re- 
former we  would  cheerfully  tolerate  the  billboards  for- 
ever.   . 

The  Crescent  and  the  Cross. 

There  is  one  aspect  of  the  Balkan  war  that  should 
give  pause  to  those  who  talk  conventionally  of  the 
influence  of  religion  upon  human  action.  A  few  cen- 
turies ago  Constantinople,  then  called  Byzantium,  was 
the  headquarters  of  the  Christian  church  in  eastern  Eu- 
rope. It  was  the  warder,  the  keeper  of  the  gate, 
against  the  Mohammedan  hordes  that  menaced  Europe 
from  the  Asian  frontier.  The  eventual  capture  of  Con- 
stantinople by  the  Turks  was  regarded  by  Christian 
Europe  as  a  shame  and  a  disgrace  and  the  rampart 
against  further  Mohammedan  aggression  was  moved 
westward  to  Vienna.  Only  after  tremendous  fighting 
and  hideous  cruelties  did  that  rampart  prove  effective 
as  the  safeguard  of  Europe  against  a  general  Moham- 
medan dominion.  But  for  centuries  Europe  looked 
upon  Turkey  as  the  black  spot  upon  the  continent,  the 
humiliating  reminder  of  the  victories  of  the  Crescent 
over  the  Cross.  For  centuries  the  Christian  subjects 
A  the  Turk  were  regarded  ?-  martyrs  to  (heir  faith 
who  could  still  prove  their  fidelity  by  revolt  and  tur- 
.-  oil. 

The  present  Balkan  war  is  the  direct  and  logical  con- 
tinuation of  the  historical  struggle  that  placed  a  large 
part  of  Christian  Europe  under  the  green  flag  of  the 
Pr  iphet.     We  may  go  back  still  further  and  say  that  it 


is  the  logical  continuation  of  the  fight  for  the  Holy 
Sepulchre.  The  Christian  principalities  of  the  Balkans 
are  once  more  trying  to  expel  the  Turk  from  Europe 
as  they  tried,  and  failed,  four  centuries  ago.  And  what 
has  Christian  Europe  to  say  to  it  all  ?  Christian  Eu- 
rope is  applauding,  not  the  Balkan  Christians,  but  the 
Turkish  Mohammedans.  Christian  Europe  is  trying  to 
sustain,  not  the  Cross,  but  the  Crescent.  Only  one 
concerted  action  on  the  part  of  the  powers  is  so  far 
apparent,  and  that  was  a  warning  to  the  Balkan  states 
that  if  they  were  determined  to  fight  they  should  fight 
for  nothing,  and  that  not  one  inch  of  Turkish  terri- 
tory should  fall  to  their  lot. 

No  matter  to  what  political  exigencies  the  fact  may 
be  due,  it  still  remains  a  fact  that  for  forty  years  the 
Christian  Balkans,  regarded  once  as  the  martyrs  of 
Christian  Europe,  have  been  driven  again  and  again 
by  this  same  Christian  Europe  back  under  the  Turkish 
harrow.  When  they  have  wrenched  themselves  free, 
Christian  Europe  has  frowned.  When  they  have 
struggled  to  liberate  themselves,  Christian  Europe  has 
threatened  them,  cajoled  them,  lied  to  them.  And  when 
their  sufferings  have  been  so  hideous  as  to  defy  descrip- 
tion, Christian  Europe  has  sneered.  And  now  comes 
the  final  warning  that  they  shall  be  allowed  to  profit 
nothing  by  their  successes,  however  great  those  suc- 
cesses may  be. 

Therefore  we  are  justified  in  asking  if  official  Chris- 
tianity has  left  any  mark  whatsoever  upon  the  policies 
of  Europe,  if  indeed  it  might  not  have  been  better  for 
Europe  had  she  been  overwhelmed  by  the  Mohamme- 
dan invaders  who  were  beaten  back  into  their  corner 
four  hundred  years  ago  by  those  very  Balkans  whom 

Europe  has  now  united  to  oppress  and  to  insult. 

• ■ 

Wanted — a  Tyrant. 

No  news  from  Mexico — and  that's  what  we  have  been 
getting  for  the  past  week — implies  hesitation  if  not  re- 
prieve in  the  case  of  Felix  Diaz.  Either  must  surely  be 
fatal  to  the  prestige  and  powers  of  President  Madero, 
for  it  exhibits  him  as  too  timid  or  too  tender  to  do  the 
thing  necessary  to  command  the  respect  or  the  fear  of 
his  country.  By  all  rules  of  the  game,  Diaz  is  a  traitor. 
Not  only  is  he  a  traitor,  but  he  has  summoned  to  con- 
flict with  Madero  the  one  ghost  immediately  dangerous 
to  the  present  organization  of  the  government.  The 
justice  of  the  situation,  likewise  the  expediencies  of  the 
situation,  call  for  action  in  the  Diaz  case  in  exact  con- 
formity with  that  in  other  cases.  Madero  ought  to 
shoot  Diaz  as  a  traitor  for  half  a  dozen  reasons,  any 
one  of  which  would  appeal  to  a  strong  man — to  the  only 
kind  of  man  who  can  hope  to  command  the  situation  in 
Mexico.  It  would,  of  course,  be  a  cruel  and  ruthless  act 
from  the  standpoint  of  humanitarianism,  but  humani- 
tarianism  is  not  the  spirit  which  needs  to  be  invoked  in 
Mexico.  What  is  wanted  there  is  a  man  without 
scruples  and  unafraid  when  it  comes  to  maintaining  his 
own  powers — one  who  would  shoot  down  his  own 
brother  if  he  offered  the  slightest  obstacle  to  his  own 
success.  It  was  by  such  means  that  Porfirio  Diaz  es- 
tablished himself  in  Mexico  and  ruled  the  country  for 
forty  years.  And  only  by  such  means — means  which 
the  Mexicans  can  understand  and  respect — can  any 
man  may  now  establish  himself  as  a  dominating  force. 

It  is  not  in  Mexico  only  that  terror  has  been  demon- 
strated to  be  a  source  of  personal  power.  Napoleon 
understood  human  nature  perfectly  when,  against 
the  counsels  of  timid  advisers,  he  ordered  the  Duke 
D'Enghien  to  be  murdered  in  his  cell.  It  was  not 
a  delicate  act.  France  and  the  whole  world  were 
shocked,  and  the  humanitarianism  of  history  has 
much  to  say  about  it.  But  whoever  has  read  atten- 
tively the  story  of  the  time  knows  that  this  act  had  an 
amazing  effect  in  converting  timid  ones  to  a  terrified 
loyalty  and  in  driving  out  of  the  country  others  who 
would  have  been  dangerous  to  Napoleon's  government. 
It  had  an  amazing  effect  in  stopping  back  talk,  for  it 
was  the  demonstration  that  Napoleon's  hand  was  a 
heavy  one  and  that  disloyalty  to  his  system,  or  the 
appearance  of  it,  on  the  part  of  men  of  dangerous 
powers  would  not  be  tolerated  for  a  day  or  for  an 
hour. 

He  who  stands  upon  a  slippery  place,  says  Shake- 
speare, makes  nice  of  no  vile  hold  to  stay  him  up.  And 
again,  usurped  thrones  must  be  as  boisterously  main- 
tained as  gained.  Dictatorship  over  a  half-civilized 
empire  is  not  sustained  by  gracious  means.  It  is  not 
indeed  a  nice  business,  and  nice  men  of  the  sympa- 
thetic and  humanitarian  type  do  not  engage  in  it — or 
do  not  long  remain  in  it.  Madero's  job  is  not  that  of 
a  soft-handed  administrator  of  ideal  maxims  of  justice.  | 


It  is  the  job  of  a  tyrant  or  it  is  no  job  at  all.  And  if 
Madero  has  not  in  him  the  qualities  of  a  tyrant,  albeit 
a  benevolent-minded  tyrant,  he  would  best  seek  asylum 
in  some  quieter  land  and  leave  Mexico  to  a  man  of 
sterner  fibre.  The  philosophy  is  a  bit  hard,  not  to  say 
tough.  It  would  hardly  find  approval  in  a  meeting  of 
the  W.  C.  T.  U.  or  in  a  congress  of  the  Peace  Society. 
Nevertheless  it  is  the  true  philosophy  for  Mexico — the 
only  philosophy,  in  fact — and  some  exponent  of  it,  and 
none  other,  will  bring  peace  and  order  to  Mexico. 
Other  times  and  more  advanced  conditions  may  sustain 
higher  standards,  but  today  Mexico  wants  and  must 
have  a  master,  no  matter  by  what  fine  name  his  office 
may  be  styled  or  under  what  euphemistic  elegancies 
the  iron  hand  may  be  gloved. 
» 

Editorial  Notes. 

Secretary  Knox  supplied  a  text  for  many  sermons — 
if  there  were  any  one  to  preach  them— when  he  said 
that  Mr.  Taft  had  made  a  record  in  the  prevention  of 
wars.  But  who  cares  anything  for  the  prevention  of 
wars,  and  where,  in  the  history  of  the  whole  world,  is 
there  a  democracy  grateful  for  the  preservation  of 
peace?  By  a  foreign  war  Mr.  Taft  could  easily  have 
made  himself  the  popular  hero  of  the  day,  the  idol 
of  flag-waving,  swashbuckling  multitudes  whose  votes 
would  have  swept  him  back  into  the  presidency.  But 
not  one  note  of  praise  from  progressive  or  demagogue 
is  to  be  heard  for  a  man  whose  self-chosen  and  incon- 
spicuous role  was  to  prevent  a  national  tragedy  rather 
than  to  invoke  it,  to  avoid  war  rather  than  to  make  it. 
And  the  lesson  is  not  without  its  application  to  the 
somewhat  noisy  advocates  of  international  peace  who 
never  tire  of  picturing  for  us  the  great  democratic 
masses  of  the  world,  yearning  for  peace  but  forced  into 
conflict  by  the  ambitions  of  their  rulers.  Here  in 
America  we  have  the  exact  measure  of  the  popular  ap- 
preciation of  those  who  hate  and  avoid  bloodshed.  The 
popular  attitude  is  one  of  blank  indifference  and  ingrati- 
tude. Probably  even  the  historian  of  the  future  will 
grudge  the  few  lines  needed  to  record  the  fact  that  Mr. 
Taft  might  have  made  at  least  one  great  war  under 
sore  provocation  and  advantaged  himself  thereby,  but 
that  he  preferred  an  adhesion  to  his  own  principles  and 
political  obscuration. 


Since  we  had  to  have  another  tag  day  does  it  not 
seem  a  little  ungracious  that  the  proceeds  should  be  ear- 
marked for  the  wounded  of  one  army  only  out  of  the 
five  that  are  now  engaged?  Presumably  a  wounded 
Greek  does  not  suffer  more  severely  than  a  wounded 
Bulgarian,  Servian,  or  Montenegran,  and  it  may  be  re- 
marked further  that  wounded  Greeks  are  not  very  nu- 
merous in  comparison  with  wounded  Bulgarians.  Even 
a  Turk  is  capable  of  physical  suffering,  strange  though 
that  may  seem  in  view  of  his  disagreeable  religion.  It 
might  further  be  asked  if  there  is  such  a  thing  as  na- 
tionality among  wounded  men,  and  if  the  agonies  of  a 
battlefield  do  not  obliterate  everything  except  a  common 
human  nature  and  its  intolerable  torments?  The  idea 
that  American  dollars  are  to  be  labeled  for  the  giving 
of  cups  of  cold  water  to  Greeks,  but  on  no  account  to 
Turks,  is  not  a  pleasant  one,  and  it  is  one  that  has 
never  before  been  introduced  into  work  of  this  kind. 
That  Greeks  in  San  Francisco  should  be  anxious  to  aid 
their  own  wounded  is  eminently  right  and  proper,  but 
American  money  ought  not  to  be  reserved  for  one  kind 
of  wounded  man  and  not  for  another. 


The  proposal  that  New  York  shall  create  a  "Board 
of  Public  Morals"  in  order  that  the  regulation  of  gam- 
bling and  vice  shall  be  taken  from  the  hands  of  the 
police  is  of  a  kind  to  make  us  despair  for  human  intelli- 
gence. It  means  simply  that  Xew  York,  having  failed 
to  master  her  police,  or  to  prevent  her  police  from 
mastering  her,  will  now  duplicate  her  troubles  by  the 
creation  of  another  police  force  that  will  have  all  the 
old  iniquities  and  rendered  still  more  hateful  by  an 
added  dash  of  piety.  It  would  be  hard  to  imagine  any- 
thing more  inane,  stupid,  or  futile.  There  is,  of  course, 
no  mystery  about  the  aberrations  of  the  Xew  York 
police.  Every  officer  on  the  force  knows  that  police 
chiefs  come  and  go,  that  police  policies  are  here  today 
and  gone  tomorrow,  that  vice  is  a  crime  one  week  ami 
not  the  next,  but  that  the  tenderloin  politician  is  always 
upon  deck  and  that  he  is  the  one  fixed  and  certain  thing 
in  a  world  of  political  change.  Naturally  the  officer 
obeys  the  politician,  openly  if  the  winds  arc  favorable, 
furtively    if   they   are   unfavorable.       \|> 

chief  with  tenure  for  life  or  g I   bi 

will  be  no  more  police  scandals. 


292 


THE    ARGONAUT 


XOVEMBER  9,   1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Mukhtar  Pasha,  whose  military  star  seems  to  be  in  the 
descendant,  has  experienced  the  "slings  and  arrows  of  out- 
rageous fortune"  upon  more  than  one  previous  occasion. 
He  was  badly  beaten  by  Herzegovina  and  Montenegro  during 
the  earlier  rebellion,  but  he  subsequently  restored  his  credit 
in  1877  by  beating  the  Russians  three  times  within  a  week 
and  forcing  them  to  raise  the  siege  of  Kars.  He  won  another 
great  victory  three  months  later  and  then  in  turn  he  was 
badly  defeated  at  Aladja  Dagh  and  in  consequence  was  re- 
called but  not  disgraced,  as  be  was  entrusted  with  the  de- 
fense of  Constantinople.  His  latest  achievement  was  to  sup- 
press the  insurrection  in  Crete,  but  now  he  has  once  more 
fallen  upon  evil  days.  It  seems  quite  on  the  cards  that  Tur- 
key will  not  need  many  more  great  generals,  at  least  so  far 
as    Europe   is   concerned. 


The  consul-general  of  the  United  States  in  London,  in- 
vited to  speak  at  a  dinner  of  the  Sphinx  Club,  enumerated  the 
duties  incidental  to  his  position.     They  were  as  follows: 

Giving  away  the  blushing  bride  of  a  fellow-countryman. 

Advising  men  and  women  who  believed  they  had  been  left 
legacies  by  distant  relatives,  preferably  by  sea  captains  who 
had  turned  pirates  and  had  afterwards  become  respectable  and 
rich. 

Financing  distressed  fellow-citizens. 

Subscribing  to  charitable  objects  of  all  descriptions. 

•"Backing"  plays  which  had  neither  plot,  scene,  nor  dia- 
logue to  commend  them. 

Discovering  missing  relatives. 

Reconciling  separated  husbands  and  wives. 

Inducing  prodigal  sons  to   return   home. 

Assisting  in  the  apprehension  of  fugitives  from  justice. 

Securing  tickets  wholesale  for  the  House  of  Commons  gal- 
lery- 
Speaking  on  every  conceivable  occasion  and  at  a  moment's 
notice  on  subjects  ranging  from  Esperanto  to  eugenics. 

Opening  bazaars. 

Presiding  at  all  sorts  of  social,  political,  and  educational 
and  business  functions. 

To  the  average  man  the  duties  of  a  consul  seem  a  little 
nebulous,  but  if  they  are  actually  so  extensive  as  this  he 
certainly  earns  his  salary,  however  large  it  may   be. 


of  a  newspaper  was  the  police  reports,  the  most  dishonest  the 
editorial.  Political  compromises.  financial  entanglements, 
cowardice,  have  all  combined  to  make  the  newspaper  so 
cautious  that  there  falls  upon  it  the  curse  of  God  upon  all 
caution,  the  curse  of  becoming  simply  unintelligible.  Mr. 
Chesterton's  strictures  are  severe,  but  they  are  deserved.  The 
main  task  of  the  modern  daily  newspaper  is  no  longer  to 
select  the  most  important  news  of  the  day.  but  the  least  im- 
portant, no  longer  to  print  the  largest  amount  of  news,  but 
the  smallest ;  and  the  editorial  writer  completes  the  good 
work  by  a  careful  avoidance  of  everything  vital. 


Why  do  so  many  German  children  commit  suicide  ?  No 
one  seems  to  know,  but  there  is  no  dispute  about  the  fact. 
Indeed  it  has  been  said  that  the  majority  of  suicides  are 
those  of  children,  and  experts  seem  inclined  to  connect  the 
grissly  epidemic  with  the  educational  system.  That  "the 
weak  must  go  to  the  wall"  has  become  an  axiom  that  has 
been  extended  to  the  schools,  and  the  undeveloped  mind  of 
the  child  seeks  relief  in  suicide  from  the  discouragement  of 
failure.  It  would  be  interesting  to  know  if  any  of  the  so- 
called  heathen  countries  of  the  world  have  ever  experienced 
such  a  horrid  social  phenomena  as  that  of  child  suicide. 


Since  the  year  1820  America  has  received  over  28,000,000 
of  people  from  Europe,  and  sociological  experts  tell  us  that 
the  children  of  these  people,  speaking  generally,  are  indistin- 
guishable from  native  Americans.  Why,  then,  are  we  told 
that  heredity  is  a  more  potent  force  than  environment  and 
that  every  child  born  into  the  world  arrives  with  a  sort  of 
ready-made  character  that  may  perhaps  be  modified,  but  that 
can  not  be  radically  changed.  Our  ability  to  transmute  for- 
eigners into  Americans  is  the  sheet  anchor  of  our  immigration 
policy  as  well  as  of  our  educational  systems,  and  yet  the 
fanatics  of  heredity  assure  us  that  this  can  not  be  done. 
But  obviously  it  is  done.  Environment  is  wiping  out  in- 
herited traits  before  our  eyes,  and  doing  it  easily. 


Mme.  Grouitch,  wife  of  the  Servian  charge  d'affaires  in 
London,  seems  to  think  that  Servian  women  are  not  exactly 
in  need  of  the  social  ministrations  of  the  more  "advanced" 
of  their  sex  elsewhere.  Indeed  the  lady  appears  to  think- 
that  the  facts  point  the  other  way  and  that  the  Servian 
women  are  actually  in  the  lead,  although  she  is  too  polite 
to  say  so  in  plain  language.  Mme.  Grouitch  says  that  the 
women  of  her  country  occupy  an  honored  and  dignified  posi- 
tion in  the  home,  that  they  are  fully  the  companion  of  the 
men,  who  recognize  their  moral  equality.  If  the  Servian 
woman  is  still  somewhat  secluded  it  is  due  to  conservatism 
and  not  to  conviction.  The  laws  concerning  women  and  chil- 
dren are  unsurpassed  anywhere  in  the  world,  the  husband 
being  responsible  not  only  for  his  wife,  but  for  his  unmarried 
sisters.  The  Servian  woman  ranks  with  the  Swedes  and  the 
Finns  as  the  most  intellectual  in  the  world.  The  London 
Standard  quotes  Mme.  Grouitch  as  saying  that  no  Servian 
girl  would  feel  that  she  could  hold  up  her  head  in  society 
unless  she  could  speak  four  languages ;  hard'.y  a  Servian 
woman  but  can  play  some  musical  instrument ;  embroidery. 
painting,  drawing,  and  sculpture  are  all  studied,  besides  the 
usual  educational  subjects,  and  politics  is  a  popular  study. 
Sex  is  no  bar  to  the  professions  in  Servia,  and  yet  with  all 
this  it  has  not  yet  occurred  to  the  Servian  woman  that  she 
has  still  '"rights"  that  may  be  secured  by  the  ballot. 


A  correspondent  of  the  New  York  Evening  Post  says  that 
rn  iiniince  reminds  him  of  Voltaire's  celebrated  test  to 
ascertain  the  sense  of  responsibility  of  the  individual.  Vol- 
taire asked  his  reader  to  suppose  that  he  had  in  front  of 
him  a  button.  The  effect  of  pressing  that  button  would  be 
to  obtain  one's  dearest  wish — love,  fame,  wealth,  power,  or 
what  not — and  at  the  same  time  to  cause  the  death  of  some 
unknown  Chinaman.  What  would  he  do?  Well,  what  would 
you  do?  Never  mind  the  conventional  formulas  that  rise  to 
the  lips,  bu*  just   say   what   you  would  do. 


Mr.   G.    K.   Chesterton   in   the   course  of  a  public   speech   on 

rature  had  a  word  to  say  in  defense  of  the  sensa- 

ipaper,      Personally    he   liked    sensation    and   did    nut 

was    any    harm    in    it.    but    he    poured    out    the    full 

wrath   upon   the  editorial.     The   most  honest   part 


Among  other  voices  of  a  literary  pessimism  is  that  of  Dean 
Inge,  who  delivered  an  address  on  "Books,  Their  Use  and 
Abuse,"  before  the  English  Library  Assistants'  Association. 
Modern  fiction,  he  said,  was  so  slovenly  as  to  be  mere  jour- 
nalism, and  it  was  corrupting  the  public  mind.  There  was 
a  class  of  readers,  mostly  female,  who  borrowed  two  novels 
a  day  from  the  public  library"-  Such  skimming  of  trashy 
novels,  said  Dean  Inge,  is  really  a  disease  which  is  almost 
as  bad  as  "boozing,"  for  much  of  the  fiction  that  now  comes 
out  in  such  unceasing  floods  is  not  only  trivial,  but  positively- 
poisonous.  Masquerading  under  the  name  of  novels  we  have 
mere  tales  of  adultery  which  make  vice  a  commonplace  while 
concealing  the  results  of  vice.  The  school  study  of  the 
classics  might  seem  to  have  no  immediate  bearing  upon  life, 
but  it  did  at  least  create  a  literary  standard  by  which  lesser 
things  were  seen  to  be  lesser  things. 


Herbert  Spencer,  by  the  way,  had  no  love  for  the  free 
library.  He  said :  "I  disapprove  of  free  libraries  altogether, 
the  British  Museum  library  included,  believing  that  in  the 
long  run  they  are  mischievous  rather  than  beneficial ;  as  we 
see  clearly  in  the  case  of  municipal  and  local  free  libraries 
which,  instead  of  being  places  for  study,  have  become  places 
for  reading  trashy  novels,  worthless  papers,  and  learning  the 
odds.  I  no  more  approve  of  free  libraries  than  I  approve  of 
free  bakeries.  Food  for  the  mind  should  no  more  be  given 
gratis  than  food  for  the  body  should  be  given  gratis." 

The  European  spy  mania  is  likely  to  reach  the  reductio  ad 
absurdum  if  there  are  many  imitators  of  the  ingenuity  of  a 
certain  Herr  Glitch,  who  has  succeeded  in  victimizing  the 
French  government  to  the  tune  of  several  thousand  dollars. 
The  resourceful  Glitch  has  a  considerable  knowledge  of  mili- 
tary tactics,  sufficient  to  enable  him  to  prepare  an  assortment 
of  plans  for  the  invasion  of  the  French  frontier  and  to  give 
them  the  necessary  professional  tint-  These  he  sent  to  the 
French  government  with  a  hard  luck  letter  about  gambling 
debts  and  the  pressing  need  for  money.  By  return  mail 
came  a  letter  enclosing  $5000  in  banknotes  and  a  request  for 
as  much  more  of  the  same  kind  of  information  as  could  be 
procured.  Glitch  put  the  money  into  his  pocket  and  laughed. 
Moreover,  he  told  every  one  why  he  was  laughing,  so  that 
they  also  might  laugh.  But  there  were  no  corresponding 
sounds   of   revelry   from    Paris. 


The  Ellis  Island  authorities  made  themselves  more  than  a 
little  ridiculous  when  they  tried  to  deport  two  Turkish  women 
because  they  were  supposed  to  harbor  illicit  thoughts.  Both 
women  have  been  living  in  America  for  eight  years  and  one 
of  them  is  married  to  a  New  York  merchant.  On  their  re- 
turn from  a  recent  visit  to  Damascus  they  were 
asked  if  they  believed  in  polygamy,  and  being  Turks 
they  replied  that  they  did.  The  women  had  not  prac- 
ticed polygamy  and  had  no  intention  to  do  so,  but  none  the 
less  they  were  ordered  to  be  deported  and  their  case  is  now 
upon  appeal.  All  of  which  shows  the  importance  of  correct 
thoughts.  One  is  inclined  to  wonder  how  it  is  that  with  so 
rigid  a  supervision  so  many  members  of  the  Italian  Mafia 
manage  to  get  through  Ellis  Island  and  to  hurry  up  town  with 
the  bombs  sticking  out  of  their  pockets.  But  no  doubt  their 
"thoughts"  are  of  the  orthodox  variety. 


We  are  about  to  see  a  simultaneous  publication  of  the 
recent  literary  labors  of  Maurice  Maeterlinck  and  his  wife, 
Georgette  Leblanc,  who  have  recently  been  living  in  retire- 
ment at  Saint  Wandville  in  the  north  of  France.  Maeter- 
linck himself  has  been  engaged  on  a  sequel  to  "The  Blue  Bird." 
while  Mme.  Maeterlinck  has  been  busy  on  a  new  version  of 
the  original  play  intended  to  bring  its  morality  and  philosophy 
better  within  the  mental  grasp  of  a  child.  The  play  was 
produced  in  the  first  place  with  such  gorgeous  spectacular 
effects  as  to  obscure  its  ethical  meaning,  and  probably  not 
one  in  a  hundred  of  those  who  saw  it  had  any  idea  that  it 
was  intended  to  be  more  than  an  effort  of  fancy.  But  Maeter- 
linck has  a  distinct  and  mystical  system  of  philosophy  that 
includes  the  origin  and  the  destiny  of  the  human  soul  and  he 
intended  to  convey  this  philosophy  in  "The  Blue  Bird."  Evi- 
dently he  now  intends  to  try  again  with  the  aid  of  the  inter- 
pretative genius  of  his  wife. 


The  case  of  the  Canadian  schoolboy  who  was  expelled  from 
a  New  Jersey  school  for  refusing  to  promise  allegiance  to  the 
Stars  and  Stripes  reminds  the  London  Daily  Chronicle  of 
the  feat  performed  forty  years  ago  by  Color-Sergeant  Bates 
of  the  United  States  army,  who  walked  from  Scotland  to 
London  carrying  the  American  flag  on  his  shoulder  all  the 
way.  He  was  received  everywhere  with  respect  and  cor- 
diality, and  during  the  last  stage  of  his  journey,  from  Shep- 
herd's Bush  to  the  Guildhall  in  London,  which  he  performed 
in  a  carriage,  the  crowd  became  so  demonstrative  that  they 
took  the  horses  out  of  the  vehicle  and  dragged  it  to  its  desti- 
nation.   

The  connection  between  Sir  Francis  Drake  and  San  Fran- 
cisco should  stimulate  some  interest  in  the  documents  dis- 
covered by  Mrs.  Zelia  Nuttall.  an  American  archaeologist, 
while  examining  the  archives  in  the  National  Palace  of  the 
City    of    Mexico.      She     found    sixty -one    documents    ranging 


between  the  years  1578  and  1583,  all  of  them  referring  more 
or  less  directly  to  Drake's  appearance  on  the  Pacific  Coast, 
his  authority,  aims,  and  intentions.  Some  of  these  docu- 
ments are  inquisition  reports  relating  to  the  examination  of 
John  Oxenham,  who  was  subsequently  hanged  in  spite  of 
Drake's  unsuccessful  effort  to  capture  two  big  Spanish  ships 
m  Lima  and  hold  them  to  ransom.  He  cut  the  cables  of  the 
two  ships  and  hoped  that  the  wind  would  carry  them  into  his 
hands,  but  in  this  daring  exploit  he  failed.  Mrs.  Nuttall  is 
translating  and  arranging  the  documents  and  we  may  expect 
soon  to  have  them  in  volume  form.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 

-       ■» 

Poems  by  Andrew  Lang. 

LOST     LOVE. 

Who  wins  his  love  shall  lose  her, 
Who  loses  her  shall  gain. 

For  still  his  fancy  woos  her, 
A   soul   without   a   stain. 

And  memory  still  pursues  her 
With  longings  not  in  vain. 

He  loses  her  who  gains  her, 
Who  watches  day  by  day 

The  dust  of  time  that  stains  her, 
The  griefs  that  leave  her  gray. 

The  flesh  that  yet  enchains  her, 
Whose  soul  has  passed  away. 

Ah,  happier  he  who  gains  not 
The  love  some  seem  to  gain. 

The  joy  that  custom  stains  not 
Shall  still  with  him  remain. 

The  loveliness  that  wanes  not, 
The  love  that  can  not  wane. 

In  dreams  she  grows  not  older, 
The  land  of  dreams  among, 

Though  all  the  world  wax  colder. 
And  all  the  songs  be  sung, 

In  dreams  doth  he  behold  her 
Still  kind  and  fair  and  young. 


ANOTHER     WAY. 

"Come  to  me  in  my  dreams,  and  then," 
One  saith,  "I  shall  be  well  again,    . 
For  then  the  night  will  more  than  pay 
The  hopeless  longing   of  the  day." 

Nay,  come  not  thou  in  dreams,  my  sweet. 
With  shadowy  robes,  and  silent  feet, 
And  with  the  voice,  and  with  the  eyes 
That  greet  me  in  a  soft  surprise. 

Last  night,  last  night,  in  dreams  we  met, 
And  how  today  shall  I  forget. 
Or  how,   remembering,  restrain 
My  incommunicable  pain? 

Nay,  where  thy  land  and  people  are, 
Dwell   thou   remote,   apart,   afar, 
Nor  mingle  with  the  shapes  that  sweep 
The  melancholy  ways  of  sleep. 

But  if,  perchance,  the  shadows  break. 
If  dreams  depart,  and  men  awake, 
If  face  to  face  at  length  we  see, 
Be  thine  the  voice  to  welcome  me  ! 


GOOD-BY. 

Kiss  me,  and  say  good-by  ; 

Good-by,  there  is  no  word  to  say  but  this, 
Nor  any  lips  left  for  my  lips  to  kiss. 

Nor  any  tears  to   shed  when   these  tears  dry; 

Kiss  me,  and  say  good-by. 

Farewell,  be  glad,  forget ; 

There  is  no  need  to  say  "forget,"  I  know, 
For  youth  is  youth,  and  time  will  have  it  so, 

And  though  your  lips  are  pale,  and  your   eyes  wet, 

Farewell,  you  must  forget. 

You  shall  bring  home  your  sheaves, 

Many  and  heavy,  and  with  blossoms  twined 
Of  memories  that  go  not  out  of  mind  ; 

Let  this   one   sheaf  be   twined   with  poppy   leaves. 

When  you  bring  home  your  sheaves. 

In  garnered  loves  of  thine. 

The  ripe  good  fruit  of  many  hearts  and  years, 
Somewhere  let  this  lie,  gray  and  salt  with   tears. 

It  grew  too  near  the  sea   wind,   and  the  brine 

Of  life,  this  love  of  mine. 

This   sheaf  was   spoiled  in   spring, 

And  over  long  was  green,  and  early  sere, 
And  never  gathered  gold  in  the  late  year 

From  autumn  suns,  and  moons  of  harvesting, 

But   failed  in   frosts   of   spring. 

Vet  was  it  thine,  my  sweet. 

This  love,  though  weak  as  young  corn  withered, 
Whereof  may  no  man  gather,  and  make  bread ; 

Thine,  though  it  never  knew  the  summer  heat ; 

Forget  not  quite,  my  sweet! 


Bamboo,  one  of  the  most  provident  gifts  of  nature 
to  a  people,  is  put  to  so  many  uses  by  the  natives  of 
the  tropics,  especially  in  the  Orient,  that  it  is  difficult 
to  see  how  they  could  live  without  it.  Among  the 
principal  uses  to  which  it  is  put  may  be  set  down : 
Building  houses,  furniture  of  all  kinds,  casing  of 
artesian  wells,  water  buckets,  rafts,  pipes,  window 
shades  and  blinds,  mats,  umbrella  ribs,  hats,  rain  coals, 
outrigger  on  native  prows,  cover  for  junks,  palanquin 
poles,  blow-pipes,  picture  frames,  decorative  purposes 
including  paintings,  paper  and  paper  pulp,  baskets, 
small  bridges,  walking  sticks,  and  flutes. 


In  the  temple  of  Chionin,  at  Kyoto,  Ja» 
derful  bronze  bell,  said  to  weigh   100 
its  mellow  boom   is  heard  the   pedesf  . 
and  the  workman  pauses  to  listen,  the  vi 
felt  over  a  large  area.     It  has  no  toi 
of  a   wooden   beam,   suspended   horiz 
form,  swings  forcibly  against  the  bri    _■■ 
are  only  two  larger  bells  in  the  worl 
Min  in  Burmah  and  one  at  Moscow 


November  9,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


293 


THE  NEW  YORK  POLICE  ERUPTION. 


Lieutenant    Charles    Becker    the    First    Victim    of    District 
Attorney  Whitman's  Crusade. 


District  Attorney  Whitman  has  won  a  notable  vic- 
tory in  the  Becker  case.  Not  many  expected  that  the 
police  officer  would  be  convicted,  and  those  who  saw 
some  of  the  court  proceedings  or  all  of  them  were  most 
doubtful  of  such  an  ending.  Becker  was  confident  that 
he  would  be  acquitted,  and  at  the  worst  considered 
nothing  more  serious  than  a  disagreement  of  the  jury 
as  the  result  of  the  trial.  But  his  confidence  was  not 
well  founded.  The  verdict  was  "guilty  of  murder  in 
the  first  degree,"  and  sentence,  death  in  the  electric 
chair  on  the  9th  of  December  next,  was  pronounced 
this  morning.  It  is  a  crushing  blow,  not  only  to  the 
head  of  the  police  department's  "strong-arm  squad," 
but  to  the  inner  system  of  graft,  extortion,  and  black- 
mail which  has  been  so  insolent,  so  rapacious,  and  so 
powerful. 

Two  murders  have  already  been  committed  in  this 
latest  eruption  of  subterranean  politics.  Herman 
Rosenthal,  a  gambler  who  had  turned  informer,  was 
shot  down  by  Becker's  orders.  Becker  was  lieutenant 
of  police  and  in  charge  of  the  squad  specially  charged 
with  the  duty  of  suppressing  gambling-houses.  Jack 
Rose,  who  acted  as  Becker's  agent  in  collecting  the 
fees  demanded  of  the  gamblers  for  immunity,  con- 
fessed to  his  part  in  the  nefarious  business  and  gave 
the  details  of  the  plan  carried  out  by  the  four  mur- 
derers, Dago  Frank,  Gyp  the  Blood,  Whitey  Lewis,  and 
Lefty  Louie.  After  Rose's  confession  and  the  arrest 
of  the  four  gun-men,  other  informers  appeared.  One 
of  these  was  Big  Jack  Zelig,  a  gang  leader,  and  a  day 
or  two  after  his  intention  of  telling  all  he  knew  had 
become  public  he  was  shot  and  killed  by  Red  Phil 
Davidson.  Thus  six  men  are  in  the  net  that  the  prose- 
cution has  drawn  about  the  scene  of  the  conspiracy. 
Becker  tonight  is  in  the  death-house  of  Sing  Sing  prison. 
Three  or  four  more  will  reach  the  same  destination, 
and  one  or  more  will  evade  the  death  sentence  by  aiding 
the  prosecution. 

Becker's  defense  in  court  was  assured  rather  than 
desperate.  By  the  advice  of  his  counsel  the  defendant 
did  not  go  on  the  stand,  though  he  was  anxious  to  do 
so.  Since  his  conviction  he  has  said  that  it  would 
have  been  better  for  him  to  have  taken  the  matter  into 
his  own  hands.  He  believes  that  he  could  have  made 
the  jurv  believe  his  story,  but  if  his  explanation  of 
the  incriminating  appearances  is  correctly  given  in  the 
papers,  his  lawyers  were  wise  in  keeping  him  out  of 
the  hands  of  cross-questioners.  He  says  that  much  of 
the  money  which  he  put  in  the  banks  belonged  to  his 
wife,  and  that  $15,000  of  the  amount  came  from  an 
old  friend  who  bequeathed  it  to  Mrs.  Becker  a  few 
months  ago.  The  relatives  of  that  old  friend,  one  Fin- 
negan,  say  that  the  dead  man  never  had  so  much  prop- 
erty. Becker  says  he  was  railroaded  to  his  doom.  There 
is  little  in  that  charge,  for  though  Justice  Goff  ruled 
promptly  and  strictly,  he  was  seemingly  willing  to  have 
all  that  could  show  to  Becker's  advantage  go  in  the 
record.  He  shut  out  all  testimony  concerning  the  big 
deposits  Becker  had  made  in  the  banks,  and  this  line  of 
investigation  could  hardly  have  failed  to  develop  evi- 
dence of  value.  In  his  charge  to  the  jury  Justice  Goff 
undoubtedly  presented  the  evidence  in  the  clearest  and 
most  convincing  way,  but  he  could  not  well  have  pur- 
sued any  other  course.  That  the  jury  were  not  re- 
luctant to  receive  his  instructions  was  proved  by  the 
fact  that  on  the  first  ballot  all  voted  for  conviction, 
though  four  held  for  murder  in  the  second  degree 
while  eight  had  determined  on  the  extreme  culpability. 
They  were  out  eight  hours,  and  brought  in  their  ver- 
dict at  midnight. 

Witnesses  in  Becker's  behalf  were  easilv  obtained, 
but  those  whose  statements  were  positive  were  not 
convincing  in  manner  or  in  matter.  Becker's  counsel 
put  William  Travers  Jerome  on  the  stand,  but  he  was 
dismissed  very  soon  with  nothing  important  in  his  con- 
tributions. District  Attorney  Whitman  was  also  ques- 
tioned with  the  expectation  of  inducing  him  to  contra- 
dict some  of  the  statements  of  witnesses  for  the  prose- 
cution. A  padrone  of  newsboys  testified  loudly  for 
Becker,  and  asserted  his  knowledge  that  the  whole 
affair  was  a  conspiracy  against  an  honest  and  efficient 
policeman.  This  was  Becker's  contention.  He  insists 
that  the  gamblers  fought  among  themselves,  made  away 
with  Rosenthal,  who  had  betrayed  some  of  their  crooked 
practices,  and  schemed  to  fasten  the  crime  on  the 
police  officer  who  had  been  their  unrelenting  enemy. 

In  the  meantime  Jack  Rose,  Sam  Schepps,  Bridgy 
Webber,  and  Harry  Vallon,  the  informers,  and  Sha- 
piro, the  chauffeur  who  drove  the  car  that  carried  the 
gun-men  to  the  scene  of  the  murder  and  hurried  them 
away  after  the  shooting,  are  kept  in  confinement  to  be 
in  readiness  for  further  service  in  the  court.  It  is 
said  that  threats  against  the  lives  of  these  important 
witnesses  are  made  freely  in  the  underworld,  and  that 
only  the  vigilance  of  their  guards  can  prevent  the 
wreaking  of  vengeance  upon  them  before  the  next  trials 
begin.  If  the  men  fear  this  it  is  not  apparent,  as  Rose 
and  Schepps  have  both  been  on  the  streets  this  week, 
although  they  were  closely  accompanied  by  detectives. 

Lieutenant  Charles  Becker's  case  will  be  remembered 
with  the  famous  murder  trials  of  the  city.  It  made  a 
record  in  quick-moving  processes,  and  this  will  distin- 
guish it  among  the  many.  It  has  not  been  allowed  to 
drag.  The  interest  in  the  trial  was  intense  at  all  times. 
Only   three   hundred   spectators   could   crowd   into  the 


court-room,  and  hundreds  were  turned  away  from  the 
doors  daily.  The  night  the  jury  were  deliberating  on 
the  sentence  crowds  surrounded  the  court  and  the 
Tombs,  and  many  kept  their  eyes  on  the  elevated,  nar- 
row and  covered  passage  connecting  the  jail  and  the 
courthouse.  They  were  still  waiting  at  midnight,  when 
the  end  came. 

An  appeal  will  be  taken  at  once,  of  course.  Justice 
Goff  denied  the  application  for  a  new  trial,  and  the 
exceptions  taken  by  Becker's  counsel  will  now  go  up 
to  the  Court  of  Appeals  for  a  final  ruling.  It  is  not 
thought  that  any  flaw  will  be  found  in  the  proceedings. 
Under  the  state  law  there  can  be  no  reversal  of  judg- 
ment on  mere  technicalities.  The  appeal  acts  as  a  stay 
of  execution,  however,  and  the  prisoner  may  remain  in 
the  convicted  criminals'  house  at  Sing  Sing  for  nearly 
a  year  before  the  determination  of  his  case.  His  wife 
will  remain  near  him  and  be  allowed  to  see  him  daily, 
but  may  not  enter  his  cell.  Mrs.  Becker  has  borne  the 
strain  bravely,  but  fainted  in  the  court-room  a  little 
while  after  the  verdict  had  been  announced.  There  are 
circumstances  which  make  her  position  just  now 
peculiarly  trying  and  most  sympathetic. 

When  I  said  that  the  conviction  of  Becker  was  a 
"crushing  blow"  to  the  "system,"  it  was  with  the  recog- 
nition that  the  phrase  might  seem  misapplied.  There  was 
no  intention  of  asserting  that  graft  in  the  police  de- 
partment was  killed  or  fatally  wounded.  It  has  merely 
lost  one  of  its  most  ably  qualified  agents,  and  suffered 
a  disarrangement  of  its  working  parts.  The  trapping 
and  punishment  of  one  or  a  dozen  police  officials  will 
not  do  away  with  the  plan  under  which  vice  is  per- 
mitted that  it  may  produce  a  revenue.  There  will  be 
no  radical  change  in  this  system  so  long  as  police 
magistrates  are  elected  and  politics  affects  the  ma- 
chinery of  the  police  department.  Over  sanguine 
people  believe  the  mayor  could  mend  matters.  They 
think  Mayor  Gaynor  knows  nothing  about  the  night 
life  of  the  city,  and  is  unwilling  to  learn.  They  think 
Police  Commissioner  Waldo  is  easily  hoodwinked  by 
those  who  have  his  confidence,  and  that  he  moves  awk- 
wardly if  not  blindly.  There  is  much  to  support  their 
beliefs,  but  they  ask  the  impossible.  Neither  Mayor 
Gaynor  nor  the  commissioner  hesitate  to  work  reforms, 
but  the  way  is  never  open  and  clear. 

In  the  first  place,  corruption  in  the  police  department 
of  a  big  city,  under  our  system  of  municipal  govern- 
ment, seems  as  inevitable  as  sediment  in  the  sewers. 
It  is  not  a  matter  of  present-day  growth,  it  has  existed 
for  two  generations.  The  methods  chosen  to  harry 
vice  and  prevent  crime  are  in  themselves  most  particu- 
larly suited  to  the  production  of  new  evils,  invented  by 
reformers  as  they  are  very  often.  Mayor  Gaynor 
showed  in  a  recent  letter  how  the  plan  of  sending 
plain-clothes-men  out  to  detect  offenses  against  the 
liquor-selling  laws  and  the  regulation  of  disorderly 
houses  lent  itself  easily  to  the  system  of  organized  ex- 
tortion. Again,  the  distinctions  in  the  kinds  of  gam- 
bling, some  of  which  are  in  general  favor,  while  others 
seemingly  less  dangerous  and  destructive  are  barred, 
affect  the  prejudices  and  inclinations  of  the  classes  that 
furnish  recruits  to  the  police  force.  Let  the  fact  be 
stated  simply :  a  policeman  can  not  be  honest  even  if 
he  wants  to  be.  The  pressure  is  from  above  as  well 
as  from  below ;  the  temptations  may  not  be  irresistible 
but  the  forces  of  association  and  recognized  conse- 
quences are.  Pity  the  policeman.  Especially  Lieu- 
tenant Charles  Becker,  who  had  come  to  believe  that  his 
knowledge  and  power  made  him  immune  to  the  action 
of  the  virus  that  he  handled  so  familiarly. 

New  York,  October  30,  1912.  Flaneur. 


Faces  of  playing  cards  as  printed  today  date  from 
the  middle  of  the  seventeenth  century,  at  which  time 
the  portraits  were  becoming  conventionalized.  In 
France  they  underwent  a  number  of  changes,  between 
the  time  when  Louis  XVI  was  beheaded  until  the  fall 
of  the  second  empire.  Then  republican  cards  were 
again  devised.  Their  inventors  tried  in  each  suit  to 
symbolize  one  of  the  great  republics  of  the  world — the 
Roman,  American,  Swiss,  and  French  being  those  most 
usually  selected.  The  symbolic  figure  of  each  republic 
became  the  queen  of  the  suit;  its  great  hero  became  the 
king,  while  the  jacks  were  secondary  heroes,  and  the 
aces  showed  historic  pictures.  It  is  from  this  time  that 
dates  the  card  in  which  the  American  republic  was  the 
spade  suit  and  George  Washington's  portrait  appeared 
in  place  of  the  king. 


Quarrying  glaciers  and  commercializing  the  product 
in  a  wholesale  manner  are  adding  to  Switzerland's 
wealth,  at  the  risk  of  ruining  some  great  scenic  effects. 
The  French  city  of  Lyons  is  the  most  important  con- 
sumer of  this  glacier  ice,  which,  owing  to  its  purity  and 
transparency,  commands  a  higher  price  than  that  cut 
from  lakes  or  rivers.  The  ice  is  blasted  out  of  the 
glaciers  by  means  of  black  powder,  which  it  has  been 
found  does  not  discolor  the  ice  as  giant  powder  does. 
Much  ingenuity  is  shown  in  building  the  chutes  which 
carry  the  blocks  of  ice  down  the  mountain  sides. 
Curves  are  introduced  to  impede  the  velocity  of  the 
great  ice  blocks. 

The  Serbs  have  a  grievance  against  the  English  lan- 
guage for  spelling  the  name  of  their  country  Servia 
with  a  "v,"  as  though  it  came  from  "servus,"  a  slave 
(observes  the  Springfield  Republican).  There  is  really 
no  such  connection  and  in  other  languages  it  is  spelled 
properly,  with  a  "b." 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Ratan  Tata,  a  wealthy  Bombay  merchant,  has  given 
$7000  a  year  for  three  years  to  the  University  of  Lon- 
don to  promote  the  study  of  the  best  means  for  pre- 
venting and  relieving  poverty.  The  fund  will  be  ad- 
ministered by  a  bureau  provided  for  that  purpose. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  B.  Davidson  of  York  Village,  Maine, 
is  one  of  the  four  women  bank  presidents  in  this  coun- 
try. She  is  president  of  the  York  County  National 
Bank,  which  was  founded  in  1893  with  her  husband  as 
president.  He  died  in  1901,  and  two  years  later  she 
was  elected  to  the  vacancy. 

The  Reverend  Miss  A.  J.  Allebach,  the  first  woman 
minister  to  speak  at  the  conference  of  Religious  Lib- 
erals, is  president  of  the  National  Association  of 
Women  in  the  Ministry.  She  was  ordained  last  year, 
and  is  now  preaching  for  the  missions  in  New  York. 
She  was  educated  in  the  public  schools  of  her  native 
town,  Green  Lane,  Pennsylvania,  and  at  Ursinus  Col- 
lege. 

Thomas  Ryan,  for  several  years  advisory  counsel  to 
the  Secretary  of  the  Interior,  and  long  in  public  life, 
has  resigned,  and  will  retire  on  November  25,  when  he 
will  be  seventy-five  years  old.  He  served  as  assistant 
Secretary  of  the  Interior  under  Secretary  Hitchcock, 
was  a  member  of  the  House  of  Representatives  from 
Kansas  for  eleven  years,  and  once  Minister  to  Mexico. 
His  home  is  at  Muskogee.  Oklahoma. 

Mrs.  Horace  E.  Soule.  the  second  woman  wireless 
operator  to  sail  out  of  an  American  port,  arrived  in  San 
Francisco  recently  aboard  the  steamer  Windber,  eighty- 
four  days  out  of  New  York.  Mrs.  Soule  is  the  wife  of 
the  steamer's  captain,  and  became  an  operator  that  she 
might  remain  with  her  husband,  whom  she  has  accom- 
panied on  his  voyages  for  nearly  twenty  years.  Thev 
have  made  three  complete  cruises  around  the  world 
together. 

Dr.  Charles  L.  Metz.  who  has  made  some  of  the 
richest  finds  ever  brought  to  light  as  to  the  early  life 
in  North  America  of  the  Mound  Builders,  has  been  en- 
gaged in  that  work  for  a  quarter  of  a  century.  He  is 
head  of  the  Harvard  University  research  committee, 
and  comes  from  Madisonville.  Ohio,  whose  surround- 
ings offer  rich  fields  for  the  archaeologist.  Universities 
throughout  the  Lhiited  States  and  abroad  have  been 
supplied  from  Dr.  Metz's  collection. 

Miss  May  Robertson,  claimed  to  be  the  only  woman 
stage-driver  in  the  country,  makes  the  trip  regularly 
between  Rifle  and  Meeker,  Colorado,  a  distance  of 
about  thirty  miles.  She  looks  after  the  baggage,  at- 
tends to  the  seating  of  passengers,  and  gives  attention 
to  considerable  transportation  business  along  the  route. 
She  is  a  slender  young  woman,  not  yet  twenty-one,  and 
is  credited  with  being  one  of  the  best  drivers  in  the 
West.  "I  took  up  the  work  because  it  promised  a  good 
living,"  she  said. 

Augustus  Stephen  Vogt,  a  German  Canadian,  at  the 
head  of  the  Mendelssohn  Choir.  Toronto,  Canada,  is 
one  of  the  most  remarkable  choral  conductors  in 
America.  He  organized  the  Toronto  choir  of  250 
voices  in  1894  to  do  unaccompanied  works,  and  has 
led  it  in  nearly  fifty  programmes  of  all  kinds  except 
oratorio  in  that  city.  Concerts  have  also  been  given 
in  New  York.  Chicago,  Boston,  and  Cleveland.  At 
present  Mr.  Vogt  is  in  Europe,  where  he  will  remain 
until  next  spring. 

Edwin  H.  Blashfield,  who  painted  the  dome-piece  for 
the  Library  of  Congress,  is  working  on  one  of  the 
largest  canvases  ever  painted  in  America,  and  it  is 
claimed  the  figures  on  it  overshadow  any  ever  wrought 
in  this  country.  The  painting  will  constitute  the  dome- 
piece  for  the  new  state  capitol  in  Madison.  Wisconsin. 
Several  of  the  figures  measure  fourteen  and  one-half 
feet  as  they  float  in  the  air.  The  canvas,  when  in 
place,  will  be  200  feet  from  the  eye  of  a  person  stand- 
ing in  the  rotunda. 

Auguste  B.  Leguia,  who  recently  completed  a  suc- 
cessful term  as  President  of  Peru,  was  one  of  the 
country's  shrewdest  business  men  before  he  entered 
politics.  It  was  not  until  1903  that  he  became  actively 
engaged  in  affairs  of  the  state,  and  then  only  because 
the  late  President  Candamo.  knowing  his  genius  for 
finance,  urged  him  to  become  the  minister  of  that  im- 
portant department  of  the  cabinet.  He  was  born  in 
1863.  and  received  his  education  in  Valparaiso.  When 
the  war  with  Chile  broke  out.  he  resigned  from  a  mer- 
cantile position  to  join  the  army,  where  he  distin- 
guished himself  in  battle. 

Professor  Luigi  Pagliani,  who  represented  the  Italian 
government  at  the  Congress  of  Hygiene  and  Demogra- 
phy, held  in  Washington  recently,  has  returned  home, 
after  studying  sanitary  conditions  in  several  large  East- 
ern cities.  He  is  professor  of  hygiene  and  dean  of  the 
medical  faculty  of  the  University  of  Turin,  and  was 
founder  of  the  first  chair  of  hygiene  in  his  country. 
While  director  of  the  Department  of  Health.  Dr.  Pag- 
liani stamped  out  the  cholera  in  the  memorable  cam- 
paign of  1886-89.  In  recognition  of  his  good  work 
the  Italian  government  has  awarded  him  the  Maurizian 
Order  in  the  grade  of  commander,  and  the  Crown  of 
Italy  as  a  grand  officer.  He  is  also  an  officer  of  the 
French  Legion  of  Honor,  a  member  of  tli  \cademy 
of  Medicine  of  Paris,  and  of  the  Royal  P 
tute  of  London. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


November  9,  1912. 


THE  MAN  WHO  DODGED  WORK. 


But  It  Followed  Him  Half  Way  Around  the  World. 

It's  frightfully  hard  to  make  some  persons  under- 
stand that  when  one  of  literature's  vagrants  has  money 
enough  to  last  him  into  the  middle  of  January  he  con- 
tinues to  be  rich  until  he's  poor  again.  When  I'm  poor 
I  chase  work,  take  on  any  sort  of  hack  writing  from 
interviews  to  encyclopaedias,  but  when  I'm  rich  I  dodge 
it.  The  harder  I  pursue,  the  more  desperately  I  have 
to  flee  later  on.  Or  I  should  say,  rather,  that  is  the 
way  things  used  to  be  in  the  days  when  I  was  ashamed 
of  my  soul  and  afraid  to  fling  capital  back  in  a  pub- 
lisher's  teeth.     As  you   shall  see: 

A  month  ago  I  looked  at  my  bank  book  and  with  in- 
tense gratification  discovered  that  the  balance  had 
reached  the  unprecedented  high-water  mark  of  $500. 
That  was  enough  to  change  my  whole  attitude  toward 
existence.  From  that  time  forth  until  my  funds  shall 
sink  to  zero  again  I  am  rich  and  despise  to  recognize 
labor  even  as  a  speaking  acquaintance.  The  following 
morning  I  took  a  great  pile  of  hack  work  manuscript 
which  an  editor  had  given  me  to  rewrite,  dumped  it 
on  a  table  in  the  anteroom  outside  the  door  of  his  sanc- 
tum, tfpped  my  hat  to  the  pretty  office  girl  with  a  "It's 
done — that  job — thank  heaven!" — then  fled  downstairs 
with  feet  making  a  noise  like  thunder,  dived  into  a  sub- 
way kiosk,  and  was  shot  in  an  express  train  to  the 
Battery. 

My  idea  was  this:  As  soon  as  I  could  get  my  trunks 
packed  and  my  desks  in  storage  I  would  sail  for  Eu- 
rope. Xot  having  decided  what  part  of  the  continent 
to  favor,  chance  should  be  my  tour  director.  I  should 
stroll  up  lower  Broadway  in  the  steamship  office  dis- 
trict and  the  first  booking  bureau  which  had  a  boat 
scheduled  to  leave  within  forty-eight  hours  should  get 
my  money.     A  line  to  Glasgow  won. 

That  was  a  gay  particle  of  an  hour,  when  I  sauntered 
out  of  the  ship  office  on  one  of  those  incomparably 
dreamy  autumn  mornings  for  which  Manhattan  ought 
to  be  better  celebrated.  A  ticket  to  Europe!  The 
words  fairly  sang  themselves ;  and  I  might  have  had  a 
voice  in  the  chorus,  except  that  the  taste  of  an  extra 
long  panatella  was  something  of  a  song  itself. 

Abruptly,  with  the  force  of  a  brick  dropped  from 
one  of  the  adjacent  skyscrapers,  a  brown  pamphlet  with 
letters  of  fire  struck  me  with  blinding  force.  Not  liter- 
ally— I  only  saw  it  on  a  news-stand,  a  reminder  that  I, 
the  hater  of  work  and  only  a  moment  ago  a  man  fabu- 
lously rich  and  carefree,  had  earlier  in  the  week  bound 
myself  in  drudgery  to  the  editor  of  that  collection  of 
hack  work  to  furnish  a  long-winded  interview.  For  a 
square  or  two  I  walked  on  dazed  before  a  happy  thought 
revived  me.  "I've  already  bought  my  ticket!"  I  would 
go  to  the  editor  late  in  the  afternoon  of  the  day  before 
I  sailed,  show  him  the  ticket  by  way  of  apology,  and 
beg  off. 

Jaunty,  light-hearted,  confident,  I  marched  into  that 
editor's  private  office  on  the  day  before  sailing.  It  was 
well  after  five  o'clock,  for  I  had  planned  to  see  him  as 
late  as  possible.  With  a  sense  of  triumph  hard  to  con- 
ceal I  showed  him  the  ticket,  explained  that  it  would 
be  impossible  now  to  do  the  interview. 

He  looked  up  quizzically.    "You're  rich  again?" 

I  nodded,  trying  hard  to  look  solemn. 

From  quizzical  he  turned  grim  and  reached  for  the 
telephone.  In  a  moment  he  was  talking  with  the  vic- 
tim who  had  been  marked  for  interview.  Hope  dropped 
with  a  plunk. 

A  shade  of  annoyance,  however,  began  to  appear  in 
his  expression  as  the  conversation  progressed : 
" .  .  .  Yes !  But  all  we  need  is  a  few  minutes ! 
But  we  don't  ask  for  a  long  story,  old  man ! 
Come  now,  this  as  a  special  favor.  Our  renresentative 
sails  for  Europe  tomorrow.  .  .  .  No,  it  must  be 
tonight   ..." 

Hope  soared  high. 

The  editor  covered  the  receiver  with  the  palm  of  his 
hand  and  turned  on  me  sternly:  "He's  dressing  for 
dinner.  You  must  go  there  now,  get  the  interview 
over,  write  the  story  on  shipboard,  and  mail  it  the 
first  thing  on  landing.    Hurry  \" 

And  hope  dropped  again  to  a  pit  without  light  or 
bottom. 

A  drizzle  began  as  I  started  for  the  victim's  studio 
in  Washington  Square;  a  comforting  panatella  had  be- 
come a  short,  cold,  black  stump;  I  was  crushed  in  spirit, 
weighed  down  with  the  burden  of  undesirable  riches. 
The  whole  affair  was  a  piece  of  brutality.  Besides 
getting  my  feet  wet  walking  after  money  I  didn't  de- 
sire I  had  to  interview  a  worthy  subject  under  great 
mutual  disadvantages,  and,  myself  unwilling  to  listen, 
force  him — unwilling  to  talk — to  tell  me  the  story  of 
hi*  life  in  twenty  minutes  while  he  shaved  with  a  dull 
safety  razor  and  against  the  grain  of  the  beard.  All 
the  faintest  possibilities  for  artistic  touches  and  the 
little  flavor  of  romance  that  sometimes  grace  my  work 
were  bound  to  flee  in  such  an  interview;  if  for  no 
other  re;  son,  then  because  no  man  is  imposing  in  old 
style  woolen  underwear  with  a  safety  pin  where  one 
of  the  buttons  is  missing.  Thank  heaven,  I  can  at 
least  free  myself  from  the  charge  of  invading  the  sanc- 
tity of  his  fireside,  for  this  was  one  of  those  old- 
fashioned  Washington  Square  residences  where  the  gas 
range  is  in.-.talled  in  the  same  room  with  the  bathtub. 

aorning  of  sailing  I  dropped  in  again  on 
'  or  whom  I  often  patch  up  ill-shaped  manu- 
lt  was  too  late  then,  of  course,  to  make  me 


rewrite  any  of  my  rewriting,  for  my  bags  and  type- 
writer and  overcoats  spoke  a  firm  determination  to 
be  taking  leave. 

"Sudden!  My!  My!  how  sudden!"  was  all  that  he 
could  for  a  time  think  of  to  say. 

So,  to  the  best  of  my  ability,  I  explained  the  philos- 
ophy of  a  literary  vagrant — $500  amassed — must  be 
spent — then  back  to  wrork  again. 

"We-e-11!"  he  gasped,  apparently  still  disconcerted. 
"And — and — and  how  have  you  planned  the  trip?" 

Not  planned  at  all,  I  explained.  All  in  the  hands 
of  fate.  A  walk  up  Broadway  looking  at  the  black- 
boards. 

While  I  talked  he  was  rapidly  gaining  self-posses- 
sion, and  I  noticed  he  was  up  to  his  old  trick  of  search- 
ing through  the  papers  in  the  wicker  baskets  around 
the  edge  of  his  desk. 

"Ah !" 

It  was  just  such  an  "ah"  as  he  used  to  sigh  when  he 
had  discovered  a  manuscript  to  be  rewritten.  Once 
it  would  have  thrilled  me  with  the  thought  that  in  a 
week  I  would  be  fifty  or  a  hundred  dollars  richer ; 
today  it  sent  cold  shivers  clear  to  the  tips  of  my  toes. 
I  heard  him  saying,  "assignment  .  .  .  great  oppor- 
tunity  .    .    .   go  on  to  cover  a  feature  in  Rome." 

I  longed  to  die,  to  have  the  coroner  sit  in  inquest  in 
that  ogre's  chair  and  declare  a  sudden  shock  had  killed 
me. 

"Leave  me  your  next  address,"  the  terrible  voice  was 
saying.  "If  everything  turns  out  right,  I  can  cable 
you  then  to  hurry  on  and  get  in  action." 

Poor  old  Hope !  Bruised,  manacled,  lamed — yet  up 
she  leaped  again.  For  I  saw  a  way  out.  I  gave  him 
an  address  in  the  Boulevard  Des  Capucines,  Paris,  to 
where  I  couldn't  by  any  possibility  arrive  for  another 
two  months.  By  that  time  the  news  in  Rome  would 
be  too  cold  to  require  a  reporter.  I  hated  to  treat  a 
friend  with  so  little  consideration,  but  I  was  desperate. 

Because  of  the  despised  interview  yet  to  be  written, 
I  had  taken  my  typewriter  along.  It  weighs  sixty 
pounds,  every  one  of  them  bound  to  be  costly  excess 
baggage  on  continental  railroads;  and  I  had  been 
warned  that  in  England  the  thing  would  have  to  be 
paid  for  as  a  member  of  the  luggage  classification 
perambularia.  That  is  to  say,  the  English  aren't  so 
well  acquainted  with  the  typewriter  as  we  are  and 
they  group  it  roughly  with  baby  carriages.  The  agent 
who  sold  the  machine  to  me  said  a  war  correspondent 
who  used  one  in  Africa  had  testified  that  it  often  fell 
off  the  backs  of  the  camels  and  wasn't  injured  a  particle. 
"Any  other  machine  would  have  been  demolished." 
Just  the  same,  when  our  little  Scotch  liner  began  to 
do  its  seven-day  dip-the-dip  unscenic  coaster  ride  over 
countless  billows  the  undamageable  contrivance  got  a 
sort  of  typewriter  cramp  and  wouldn't  even  run  around 
on  its  carriage.  I  could  have  written  on  it  all  right 
by  sitting  on  the  floor  and  clasping  the  machine  tightly 
between  mv  knees,  but  it  refused  in  this  emergency  to 
go  to  anything  like  as  much  special  pains  as  I  was 
willing  to  take.  It  wasn't  seaworthy,  that's  cer- 
tain. 

Every  morning  I  got  up  with  iron  resolutions, 
looked  out  of  the  porthole  to  remark  that  Columbus 
was  either  a  madman  or  the  bravest  soul  in  history, 
and  then  attempted  to  write  that  hated  interview  in 
longhand.  Six  mornings — always  with  the  same  re- 
sult. Always  hopeless,  for  in  the  first  place  I  had  noth- 
ing in  the  way  of  facts  to  write,  and  in  the  second 
place  I  w-as  rich  and  above  the  necessity  of  such  silly 
drudgery. 

How  happy  I  might  have  been  on  that  voyage,  with 
my  riches,  some  letters  of  introduction  that  were  forced 
on  me  at  the  eleventh  hour,  my  healthy  appetite  and  the 
boundless  opportunities  that  were  at  hand  to  satisfy  it 
— if  only  that  piece  of  hack  writing  had  been  out  of 
the  way !  Books  to  read,  sea  air,  good  companions, 
freedom  from  the  sight  of  daily  papers,  and  a  whole 
box  of  those  delightful,  long  panatellas  to  smoke.  As 
it  was,  an  ocean  vacation  was  turned  into  a  week  of 
fretful  scribbling.  Not  only  the  thought  of  writing, 
but  the  idea  or  the  sight  of  any  other  form  of  labor 
began  to  set  me  on  the  verge  of  distraction.  Even  in 
sleep  I  sometimes  was  startled  into  terror  by  a  sound 
of  sailors  at  work — scrubbing  on  the  decks  above  me 
with  holystone. 

The  morning  we  docked  in  Glasgow  found  me  with- 
out even  a  first  sentence  of  the  hateful  manuscript 
completed  and  with  my  thoughts  all  in  a  fearful  muddle. 
Yet  under  ordinary  circumstances  I  might  have 
knocked  the  thing  onto  paper  in  two  hours.  Something 
beside  the  workaday  scent  of  soft  coal  gases  was  omi- 
nous in  the  early  morning  air  in  that  ghastly  city  of 
industry.  I  felt,  even  before  I  saw  the  first  silhouette 
of  masts  and  chimney  pots,  that  the  place  would  prove 
a  nightmare.  First  of  all,  I  feared  I  would  have 
to  unpack  my  luggage  for  the  customs — half  a  day's 
hard  work  in  itself.  The  anticipation  spoiled  my  break- 
fast. 

In  the  murky  sheds  of  the  customs  dock  my  steamer 
trunk  was  flung  down  by  the  cabin  steward. 

"Any  liquor,  tobacco,  or  other  dutiable  goods?"  a 
gentlemanly  person  in  uniform  was  asking. 

Resignedly,  I  opened  the  suitcase,  that  he  might  look 
for  himself.  He  lifted  a  corner  of  my  folded  light-pink 
pajamas  with  the  tips  of  his  fingers  and  peeked  beneath 
without  disturbing  the  folds.  It  was  plainly  a  mere 
formality. 

"And  this?" 

"My  typewriter."  And  I  dove  for  the  clasps  to 
prove  it. 


"No  need  to  open  'em,  sir,"  the  gentlemanly  official 
protested.     "This,  too,  is  yours?" 

I  lunged  at  the  trunk  strap,  but  he  was  dispassion- 
ately inquiring  again  about  dutiable  goods. 

"No !"    (indignantly) . 

"Then  there's  no  need  to  open  it,  either,  sir!" 

It  was  for  fear  of  work,  which  proved  no  worse  than 
this,  that  I  had  lost  my  appetite.    A  fine  piece  of  irony ! 

None  the  less  Glasgow,  in  further  revelations,  proved 
more  of  a  nightmare  than  my  worst  imaginings.  It 
was  wrork-crazy.  Ten  thousand  smoking  chimney  pots 
told  of  the  labors  of  having  to  get  up  in  the  chill  and 
build  ten  thousand  early  morning  fires  in  cook  stoves. 
Everywhere,  too,  there  were  engines,  my  pet  aver- 
sions. On  high  railway  embankments  toy  locomotives 
frantically  knocked  toy  coal  cars  about.  In  the  very 
streets  themselves  steam  traction  engines,  spouting  soot 
and  shrieking,  thundered  over  the  cobblestones.  Huge, 
gaunt  workmen  with  enormous  plough  shoes  clattered 
along  the  sidewalks  in  the  murk.  Once  in  a  while  there 
was  a  bobby,  who  loomed  even  more  gigantic  than  the 
laborers.  I  can't  quite  explain  why,  but  the  idea  of 
work  seems  ten  times  more  terrifying  when  its  personi- 
fications and  surroundings  are  tall.  Glasgow  was  de- 
signed to  give  a  work-hater  his  death  of  fright. 

To  exaggerate  the  air  of  the  gigantic,  the  draft 
horses  have  monstrous  collars  surmounted  by  small  flag 
poles,  around  which  a  piece  of  string  wraps  and  un- 
wraps itself  as  the  beasts  sway  from  side  to  side.  The 
street-cars  are  two  stories  high.  When  I  fled  to  the 
crest  of  a  hill  to  escape  the  feeling  that  everything 
loomed  above  and  looked  down  on  me  I  discovered 
there  a  canal — doubtless  the  most  elevated  canal  in  the 
empire.  There  was  finally,  however,  one  grain  of  com- 
fort (think  of  this  in  thine  hours  of  uneasiness,  O  lite- 
rary vagrant!) — in  a  sort  of  courthouse  square  without 
a  courthouse,  the  central  figure  in  a  yard  full  of  grimy 
statues  was  a  writing  man,  Sir  Walter  Scott,  poised  at 
the  top  of  a  stone  column  three  or  four  stories  high,  as 
if  he  were  Professor  Skinnor  at  the  county  fair  about 
to  make  his  twice-daily  marvelous  death-defying  leap 
into  a  shallow  tank.  It's  something  to  be  an  author 
in  these  parts.  I  could  almost  think  of  my  despised 
hack  work  with  pride  as  I  beheld  admirals  and  divines 
and  explorers  ranged  around  below  Sir  Walter  like 
chess  men  early  in  the  game — that  is,  in  great  pro- 
fusion, before  any  one  has  been  jumped.  There,  in 
the  grimy  sky,  higher  than  bobbies  or  two-story  street- 
cars, nay,  almost  as  tall  as  the  canal,  stands  an  author ! 

It  was  a  nippy  morning,  and  as  the  sun  got  high  a 
brighter-  scarlet  burned  in  the  faces  of  industrious 
Glasgow,  until  the  little  slaveys,  scouring  the  doorsteps, 
had  cheeks  like  comic  colored  posters.  Even  the  sa- 
lubrious job  of  sandwich  man  here  took  on  the  air  of 
work.  Twenty  dingy  red  posters  marched  solemnly  by 
in  single  file  advertising  a  play  of  early  Scottish  life, 
"Macbeth."  I  ended  by  taking  refuge  in  a  museum, 
remembering  that  Whistler's  "Carlyle"  was  there. 
This  and  some  Corots  were  a  pleasure;  everything  eise 
was  painful  work  by  Old  Masters — and  even  more 
painful  work  to  me.  I  can  do  a  gallery  of  Old  Masters 
in  as  fast  time  as  any  one  in  Britain  wdio  doesn't  spe- 
cialize in  sprinting.  What  a  tactless  way  to  exhibit 
art,  to  show  only  its  raw,  tenement-house  childhood ! 

So  to  the  centre  of  town  again,  and  seeing  a  sign 
"Animated  Pictures,"  and  "The  Latest  from  Tripoli," 
I  once  more  sought  a  retreat  indoors.  But  instead  of 
a  film  show,  this  turned  out  to  be  one  of  those  fearful 
old-time  wax  work  museums — animated  wax  figures, 
drop  a  penny  in  the  slot  and  watch  the  adder  sting 
Cleopatra.  Advancing  up  stairs  meant  encountering  a 
collection  of  kineomateagraphs,  the  penny-in-the-slot 
"Annette  at  Her  Bath"  that  American  bar-rooms  ban- 
ished many  years  ago.  In  the  attic,  for  the  climax, 
was  a  Chamber  of  Horrors  containing  life-like  wax 
representations  of  all  the  notorious  murderers  of  the 
latter  half  of  the  nineteenth  century.  Luckily,  the  rail- 
way station  was  near.  I  bribed  a  luggage  porter  into 
frantic  industry.  I  flung  myself  into  a  sort  of  sec- 
tionalized  subway  train  hitched  to  one  of  those  ludi- 
crous little  locomotives.  We  slid  away,  the  toy  engine 
gasping  pathetically  with  the  effort  but  showing  sur- 
prising speed.  I  had  a  last  glimpse  of  ten  thousand 
more  individual  chimney  pots,  followed  by  a  dimmed 
picture  of  countryside.  Then  the  window  panes 
clouded  with  smoke  and  frost  as  the  train  went  scurry- 
ing southward,  and  after  a  little  over  an  hour  of  this 
I  stepped  forth  with  great  relief  in  Edinburgh. 

I  have  dwelt  on  Glasgow  at  length  because  it  was  par- 
ticularly shocking.  Edinburgh  was  better,  because 
there  I  could  trail  the  footsteps  of  that  artist  among 
idlers,  R.  L.  S.  The  Old  Castle,  Carlton  Hill,  Princess 
Street,  and  the  suburban  roads  might  have  been  en- 
tirely delightful  if  only  I  could  have  kept  my  mind 
away  from  that  piece  of  hack  work  I  had  promised  to 
do.  A  dozen  mornings  in  Edinburgh,  also  a  dozen 
evenings,  I  confined  myself  in  the  hotel's  writing-room 
and  struggled. 

The  work  became  more  and  more  of  a  bugbear  when 
it   followed  me  to  London,   which   I   remember  as  the 
ghastliest  city  on  the  globe.     I  had  letters  of  introduc- 
tion  in   my    pocket.     They   might  have    changed    the 
whole  muddy  complexion  of  the  capital  of  th»  woi 
but  I  was  afraid  to  use  them.     Many  a  time 
past  the  doors  of  the  Fleet   Street  addresses 
could  have  found  welcome,  but  always  a  sudd 
would  seize  me — suppose  they  should  give  m-j 
ments?    Suppose  I  should,  as  had  happened  m 
before,  lack  courage  to  tell  wealth  to  go  to  I 
Think  of  having  to  live  and  labor  in  Londc 


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probably  was  unreasonable.  My  hosts  might  only  have 
shown  me  Mr.  G.  K.  Chesterton  drinking  ale  and  read- 
ing proof  sheets,  but  I  was  afraid  to  take  the  risks. 
The  picture  I  have  of  London  is  of  fog,  street  lights 
glowing  at  noon-day  and  insane  drivers  keeping  to  the 
left-hand  side  of  the  street  instead  of  the  right. 

All  this  while  that  best  of  my  friends,  a  certain  Lazy 
Poet,  was  impatiently  waiting  for  me  in  Paris.  From 
London  I  wrote  a  request  that  he  hide  all  my  mail  and 
telegrams  for  fear  they  might  contain  assignments. 
He  replied  by  cable  that  he  would  burn  them  if  neces- 
sary and  gladly  accept  all  responsibility,  but  that  I 
must  flee  to  Paris  from  "those  English  fog  banks"  with- 
out another  minute's  delay.  I  wasn't  doing  any  good 
in  London,  and  hadn't  written  a  line  of  the  interview. 
Of  course  I  welcomed  the  mandate  and  was  off  for 
Paris  by  the  first  train  next  morning. 

Well!  Paris  was  something  different !  The  fact  that 
my  friend  was  a  poet  may  have  helped  to  give  the  city 
a  graceful  and  sunshiny  interpretation.  Certainly,  for 
three  or  four  days  I  even  forgot  I  ever  had  touched 
pen  to  paper.  One  evening  I  grew  so  bold  as  to  pro- 
pose looking  up  one  of  the  addressees  of  my  Paris  let- 
ters of  introduction.  The  Poet  enthusiastically  declared 
the  place  must  be  a  cafe.  So  we  sauntered  around  that 
way — a  soft  clear  night  with  the  moon  quietly  eclipsing 
one  of  the  planets  but  nothing  else  (and  work  least  of 
all!)  agitating  anything  in  sight  in  all  Paris.  Well, 
it  was  a  cafe,  and  the  real  thing,  too,  with  half  a  dozen 
of  those  funny  little  charcoal  stoves  glowing  outdoors, 
so  one  may  sit  at  the  sidewalk  tables  in  autumn  just 
as  in  summer.  We  didn't  ask  for  our  man,  however, 
for  the  Poet  argued  that  there  was  no  telling  about 
wdiat  work  the  fellow  might  have  up  his  sleeve.  So 
we  just  drank  another  bock,  smoked  two  more  pipes, 
and  strolled  home. 

The  Poet  has  an  office.  In  a  big  cheerful  parlor  out- 
side it  he  keeps  magazines  and  books  in  a  sort  of 
publico-private  free  reading-room.  It's  an  intensely 
practical  idea,  however  foolish  my  description  of  it 
sounds.  Scads  of  people  come  there  to  read,  and  pay 
the  Poet  with  feelings  of  gratefulness.  The  rest  of  the 
Poet's  idea  is  to  get  down  to  the  office  every  morning 
early  enough  to  open  his  roll-top  desk,  read  a  letter 
or  two,  close  the  rolling  top  and  forthwith  go  out  to 
dine.  He  feels  it  his  duty,  furthermore,' to  return  from 
the  meal  and  a  subsequent  stroll  early  enough  to  close 
the  office  again  before  sunset. 

For  weeks  I  kept  coming  down  with  him  and 
struggling  every  morning  to  write  that  loathly  inter- 
view, but  I  never  could  get  more  than  a  sentence  done 
before  the  Poet  would  announce :  "Work's  over ! 
Time  to  eat !" 

At  last  I  got  so  I  didn't  much  care.  I  smothered  the 
scream  of  my  conscience  in  delights  of  the  flesh,  chiefly 
by  eating  smooth  little  chocolate  cakes — macaroni 
crane  fouettee  chocolat,  which  is  French  for  "delight 
of  the  gods." 

But  never  suppose  that  Fate  relented!  For  after  a 
time  a  young  man,  sturdy,  intense,  tireless,  from  Chi- 
cago, began  to  lurk  in  the  Poet's  reading-room.  I  asked 
who  he  was.  Said  the  poet:  "Shall  I  introduce  you 
to  Miguel  Demitasse  O'Connor  Higgins,  author?" 

And  I,  like  a  fool,  said  yes ;  and  the  Poet  introduced 
us ;  and  half  a  minute  later  I  groaned  to  hear  that  the 
author  also  owned  a  controlling  interest  in  a  publish- 
ing house  and  was  looking  for  a  man  to  write  an  ency- 
clopaedia on  the  Sherman  law.  O'Connor-Higgins 
looked  at  me  sternly.  I  wilted.  He  rushed  away  and 
cabled  something  about  me  to  Chicago.  I  found  my 
tongue  two  days  later  and  pleaded  I  knew  nothing  what- 
ever about  Sherman  but  his  famous  epigram  on  war, 
and  that  much  only  because  it  was  brief.  Away 
O'Connor-Higgins  rushed  again  to  the  telegraph  office 
and  cabled  at  great  expense  to  Chicago  rescinding  pre- 
vious instructions  and  giving  orders  to  prepare  the 
presses  for  a  forthcoming  handbook  on  the  Rise  and 
Fall  of  French  Aeroplanes. 

This  is  the  critical  point  in  my  story.  I  ought  to  be 
able  to  make  it  more  dramatic,  but  I  can't.  I  simply 
revolted.  I  stood  up  on  my  two  feet  and  looked  him  in 
the  eye.  However  puerile  it  might  sound,  I  told  him 
I  was  rich,  rich!  rich!!  and  scorned  his  money.  He 
promptly  answered  that  the  O'Connor-Higgins  publish- 
ing house  was  not  poor  either,  and  would  double — 
triple — quadruple  my  rate. 

I  could  have  wept  for  shame.  Yet  I  stood  by  my 
guns.     He  backed  away. 

I  gasped,  "No!"     He  was  gone. 

The  earth,  the  sky,  and  the  waters  of  the  Seine  that 
night  were  all  aglow  as  if  the  heavens  were  raining 
phosphorescent  red  paint.  There  is  no  victory  so  glori- 
ous as  that  of  heart-felt  idleness  over  worldly  shame. 
I  had  defied  capital.  I  had  flung  money  back  into  a 
publisher's  teeth.  Except  for  a  certain  loathly  inter- 
view I  could  look  all  the  world  in  the  face  and  deride. 
I  no  longer  feared  consequences. 

"Bring  out  my  letters !"  I  cried  to  the  Poet.  "I  shall 
open  them  and  defy  Fate." 

There  were  nine  or  ten  of  them  in  business  envelopes. 
We  found  one  decent  editor  who  wished  me  joy  of 
the  journey,  three  good  fellows  who  forwarded  checks, 
and — oh,  my  heart ! — the  demon  who  had  assigned  me 
to  write  that  hated  interview  had  despaired  of  ever 
seeing  it  after  so  long  a  wait  and  had  turned  the  job 
over  to  another  scribbler. 

Let  me  tell  you  there  was  a  real  celebration  that 
night  in  Montmartre ! 

Charles  Phelps  Cushing. 

San  Francisco,  November,  1912. 


A  COMEDIE  FRANCAISE  CENTENARY. 


Some    Notes    on    the    Treasures    of   that    Famous    Parisian 
Theatre. 


A  valuable  addition  has  been  made  to  the  treasures 
of  the  Comedie  Franchise.  It  takes  the  form  of  a  small 
glass  case  enclosing  a  little  eight-volume  edition  of  the 
works  of  Moliere,  and  was  placed  in  the  foyer  of  the 
theatre  last  Tuesday  in  honor  of  the  centenary  of  the 
most  notable  event  in  its  history.  The  books  are  in  a 
green  leather  case  bearing  Napoleon's  monogram,  and 
there  is  an  inscription  which  sets  forth  the  history  of 
the  gift.  "The  works  of  Moliere,"  it  runs,  "from  the 
library  of  Napoleon  at  St.  Helena,  presented  by  Joseph 
Napoleon  Primoli  to  the  Comedie  Franqaise."  One  or 
two  particulars  may  be  added.  The  donor  is  Count 
Primoli,  the  great-grandson  of  Napoleon's  brother 
Joseph,  the  temporary  King  of  Spain,  and  the  volumes 
were  intended  for  the  famous  emperor's  own  son.  They 
passed,  however,  into  the  possession  of  that  brother 
whom  he  could  never  stir  into  activity,  and  so  by 
descent  to  the  hands  of  Count  Primoli.  His  gift  of  the 
relics  to  La  Maison  de  Moliere  is  a  particularly  grace- 
ful act,  and  timely,  too,  in  view  of  the  fact  that  it  was 
made  to  celebrate  the  signing  of  the  Decree  of  Moscow. 

For  a  hundred  years  have  passed  since  Napoleon 
gave  the  Comedie  Franqaise  its  new  constitution.  The 
house  of  Moliere  was  as  much  the  object  of  his  care 
as  it  was  the  pride  of  Louis  XIV.  "The  Theatre  Fran- 
qais,"  he  once  said,  "is  the  glory  of  France;  the  Opera 
is  only  its  vanity."  Some  time,  then,  before  he  set  out 
on  his  Russian  campaign  he  had  drafted  the  new  con- 
stitution for  the  theatre,  but  somehow  its  signing  was 
delayed  and  not  carried  into  effe'et  until  a  few  days 
before  the  retreat  from  Moscow.  Hence  the  puzzling 
title  of  the  "Decree  of  Moscow"  under  which  the  docu- 
ment regulating  the  affairs  of  the  theatre  is  so  widely 
known.  It  is  unique  in  the  annals  of  theatrical  his- 
tory, for  there  is  no  other  playhouse  in  the  world  which 
can  boast  that  its  rules  were  framed  by  an  imperial 
pen. 

Notwithstanding  the  lapse  of  a  hundred  years  and  the 
fact  that  the  Third  Republic  is  firmly  established,  the 
regulations  drafted  at  the  time  of  the  First  Empire  are 
practically  unchanged.  It  is  true  that  in  place  of  an 
Imperial  Commissioner  there  is  an  Administrator  Gen- 
eral, but  in  most  other  particulars  the  Decree  of  Mos- 
cow still  rules  the  economy  of  the  Comedie  Franqaise. 
It  embraces  the  smallest  detail  of  theatrical  adminis- 
tration, defines  the  conditions  of  the  membership  of  the 
company,  regulates  the  proportions  of  profits,  deals  with 
the  methods  by  which  members  may  resign,  fixes  the 
scale  of  pensions,  and  stipulates  the  conditions  under 
which  the  members  have  to  take  their  vacations.  On 
the  whole  the  decree  has  proved  an  eminently  workable 
constitution,  and  efforts  to  amend  it  have  generally 
proved  failures.  The  hardest  condition  of  all  is  that 
which  controls  the  distribution  of  profits,  for  no  mem- 
ber of  the  company  can  receive  a  much  higher  salary 
than  ten  thousand  dollars  a  year,  a  sum  miserably  in- 
adequate for  those  famous  players  who  could  command 
as  much  for  a  month's  tour  in  the  United  States.  This 
partly  explains  why  Sarah  Bernhardt  left  the  company 
and  fought  it  in  the  law  courts,  but  the  majority,  in- 
cluding such  a  genius  as  Mounet-Sully,  have  hitherto 
been  content  to  regard  honor  as  a  compensation  for 
lucre. 

Nearly  a  dozen  years  ago  an  attempt  was  made  to 
abandon  the  comite  de  lecture.  This  is  the  committee 
which  was  charged  with  the  duty  of  hearing  authors 
read  their  plays,  and  deciding  as  to  their  rejection  or 
production.  It  consists  of  all  the  members  of  the  com- 
pany, with  the  director  as  chairman.  The  playwrights 
of  twelve  years  ago  engineered  an  agitation  against 
this  committee,  mainly  on  the  ground  of  favoritism, 
and  for  eight  years  it  was  suppressed.  But  the  drama- 
tists still  grumbled,  and  the  committee  was  revived 
three  years  ago.  Since  1885  the  arduous  post  of  di- 
rector of  the  most  famous  playhouse  of  Paris  has  been 
held  by  the  now  veteran  Jules  Claretie,  who  is  a  notable 
example  of  a  dramatic  critic  turned  theatrical  adminis- 
trator. It  was  to  M.  Claretie  that  the  Count  Primoli 
addressed  the  graceful  letter  in  which  he  remarked  that 
Napoleon's  volumes  of  the  works  of  Moliere  "will  be  in 
their  true  place  in  the  library  of  the  Comedie  Fran- 
qaise." 

But,  as  stated  above,  the  books  have  instead  been 
placed  on  view  in  the  foyer  where  all  may  see  them. 
They  might  have  been  added  to  those  countless  treas- 
ures of  the  house  which  are  hidden  from  the  play-going 
public  and  the  very  existence  of  which  is  unknown  to 
the  majority.  The  foyer  itself,  however,  is  a  veritable 
museum  of  art  treasures,  even  though  Houdon's  most 
famous  statue  of  Voltaire  must  now  be  sought  in  the 
Louvre.  With  its  numerous  sculptures  of  illustrious 
playwrights  it  is,  as  Arsene  Houssaye  once  remarked, 
the  Elysian  Fields  of  the  dramatic  muse.  But  it  is 
often  forgotten  how  the  theatre  came  into  the  posses- 
sion of  such  a  unique  gallery  of  busts.  When  Piron 
died  in  1773,  the  sculptor  Caffieri  was  anxious  to  make 
a  bust  of  the  author  and  commissioned  a  friend  to  ar- 
range his  terms  with  the  members  of  the  company.  He 
valued  his  marble  busts  at  three  thousand  francs,  and 
that  happened  to  be  the  price  of  a  life  ticket  for  the 
theatre.  Hence  his  offer:  one  marble  bust,  one  life 
ticket.  His  terms  were  accepted,  and  the  precedent  fol- 
lowed by  other  artists.  This  is  the  partial  explanation 
of  the  numerous  busts  in  the  foyer;  a  praiseworthy 
example  of  how  to  use  the  deadhead  to  advantage.     If 


the  custom  is  not  obsolete,  M.  Claretie  ought  to  present 
the  Count  Primoli  with  one  of  those  life  tickets. 

But  by  far  the  greater  part  of  the  treasures  of  the 
Comedie  Franqaise  are  hidden  from  public  view.  There 
is  a  private  catalogue  which  gives  details  of  more  than 
four  hundred  marbles  and  bronzes  and  pictures,  but  this 
takes  no  account  of  the  contents  of  numerous  port- 
folios, etc.  The  greenroom  is  an  apartment  calculated 
to  inspire  the  visitor  with  a  desire  for  membership  in 
the  company,  for  its  furniture  is  of  unpolished  oak  up- 
holstered in  green  stamped  velvet  of  the  style  of  Louis 
XIV,  and  its  walls  are  richly  hung  with  a  unique  col- 
lection of  pictures,  including  Mignard's  portrait  of 
Moliere  and  a  valuable  painting  of  the  year  1670  repre- 
senting a  street  scene  of  the  period  with  Moliere  in  the 
foreground.  The  latter  is  believed  to  be  the  only  repre- 
sentation in  existence  of  the'  great  player-actor  as  he 
appeared  upon  the  stage.  Many  of  the  fair  and  frail 
beauties  of  the  past  shine  down  upon  one  from  the 
walls  of  the  greenroom,  including  Mme.  Vestris,  Mile. 
Mars  and  Rachel,  Mme.  Arnould-Plessy,  and  Mile. 
Joly. 

There  are  other  notable  pictures  in  the  committee 
room,  conspicuous  among  them  being  M.  H.  Laisse- 
ment's  historic  canvas  of  Alexandre  Dumas  reading  a 
play  to  the  members  of  the  company.  The  others  in- 
clude Bastien-Lepage's  sketch  of  Victor  Hugo  on  his 
death-bed,  Ingres's  "Moliere  chez  Louis  XIV,"  Fleury's 
"Last  Moments  of  Talma,"  and  numerous  portraits  of 
the  theatrical  celebrities  of  the  past.  Many  of  these 
treasures  are  now  of  priceless  worth,  for  the  life  ticket 
which  Houdon,  for  example,  accepted  in  payment  for 
his  bust  of  Voltaire  does  not  represent  a  tithe  of  the 
present-day  value  of  that  work. 

Not  a  few  patrons  of  the  famous  playhouse  expected 
that  the  centenary  of  the  Decree  of  Moscow  would  be 
celebrated  by  a  gala  night,  and  M.  Claretie  was  ap- 
proached on  the  subject.  But  he  decided  to  do  nothing 
more  than  place  Count  Primoli's  gift  in  the  foyer.  This 
is  consistent  with  the  policy  of  the  house  of  Moliere. 
for  the  members  of  the  company  have  never  made  a 
display  of  the  constitution  under  which  they  are  banded 
together.  They  are  content  to  let  their  work  speak  for 
them,  and  it  must  be  confessed  that  on  a  broad  average 
that  work  is  of  a  kind  which  worthily  sustains  Na- 
poleon's encomium  that  their  theatre  is  the  "glory  of 
France."  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

Paris,  October  18,  1912. 


At  Miramar,  on  the  island  of  Majorca,  in  the  Medi- 
terranean, is  a  free  hotel,  where  accommodations  may 
be  had  for  three  days,  upon  application  to  the  agents 
of  the  Archduke  Luis  Salavator  of  Austria.  It  is  a 
beautiful  spot,  and  the  entire  neighborhood  is  full  of 
attractions  to  the  traveler.  Attendants  in  charge  look 
after  the  welfare  of  guests,  who  must,  however,  pro- 
vide for  their  own  food.  Beds,  linen,  and  table  ap- 
pointments they  receive  gratis,  and  bread  and  wine  can 
be  obtained  very  reasonably.  It  is  said  that  this  pro- 
vision is  due  to  the  gratification  the  Austrian  owners 
felt,  years  ago,  when  they  first  came  to  live  at  Miramar. 
Such  peace  and  such  loveliness,  they  felt,  should  be 
shared  by  all  lovers  of  nature  who  passed  that  way. 

Although  the  natives  of  India  do  not  play  the  stock 
market,  they  have  adopted  a  form  of  gambling  unique 
in  itself,  and  one  which  the  cotton  market  reports  are 
responsible  for.  Every  day  five  quotations  are  cabled 
from  New  York,  announcing  the  cotton  situation.  The 
natives  quite  a  long  time  ago  conceived  this  to  be  a 
direct  invitation  to  them  to  establish  a  simple,  but  none 
the  less  absorbing,  form  of  gambling.  The  gambling 
consists  simply  in  guessing  what  the  five  figures  would 
amount  to,  and  the  man  getting  nearest  to  the  right 
amount  of  course  wins.  So  fascinating  did  this  game 
prove  that  the  authorities  became  greatly  annoyed  by 
the  indulgence  of  the  poorer  class  of  natives  in  it. 


The  German  railroad  system  provides  a  first-class 
car  for  invalids  who  can  afford  to  use  it.  This  car  is 
fitted  with  every  possible  convenience  for  the  sick.  A 
special  apartment,  opening  oh  the  level  of  the  station 
platform  with  a  double  door  so  that  a  stretcher  can  be 
carried  in  without  the  slightest  difficulty,  is  set  apart 
for  the  invalid  and  attendants.  In  addition  the  cai 
contains  a  kitchen,  where  meals  can  be  prepared,  and  a 
section  handsomely  upholstered  for  members  of  the 
family  or  accompanying  friends.  For  invalids,  who 
travel  second  or  third  class,  an  apartment  on  an  ordi- 
nary car  is  used,  opening  in  like  manner  with  a  double 
door  on  the  station  platform. 


The  potentialities  of  the  steel  tie  appear  to  have  been 
demonstrated  convincingly  by  the  experience  of  the 
Bessemer  and  Lake  Erie  railroad  in  using  them  during 
a  period  covering  eight  years.  The  Carnegie  steel  tic 
is  a  simple  symmetrical  I-beam  section  and  weighs  180 
pounds  for  the  standard  length  of  eight  feet  six  inches. 
About  1,500,000  of  these  ties  are  now  in  use,  and  be- 
cause of  the  density  of  the  traffic  of  the  road  where  the 
steel  ties  are  used  the  service  of  the  ties  in  question  is 
regarded  by  railway  men  generally  as  very  instructive. 

Adrianople,  scene  of  desperate  fighting  of  late,  pro- 
vides the  bulk  of  the  trade  of  the  world  in  attar  of 
roses.  Other  important  exports  include  silks,  leather, 
tapestries,  and  the  dye  known  as  Turkey  red.  The  best 
wine  that  is  produced  in  Turkey  comes  dis- 

trict about  Adrianople. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  9,  1912. 


TRINIDAD  AND  VENEZUELA. 


Lindon  Bates,  Jr.,  Follows  the  Path   of  the  Con- 
quistadores  and  Writes  a  Book. 


Little  enough  is  known  of  the  Lower  Ori- 
noco, considering  the  part  that  it  has  played 
in  world  history.  It  was  here  that  the  Span- 
iards began  their  work.  The  tabled  Eldorado, 
the  conquest  of  Guiana,  the  struggles  of 
Simon  Bolivar — all  belong  to  this  part  of  the 
world,  and  i  f  Mr.  Lindon  Bates  can  ade- 
quately familiarize  us  with  a  fascinating  part 
of  the  continent  he  will  have  done  some- 
thing worth  doing.  He  began  his  journey  at 
Trinidad,  traveled  up  the  Orinoco  to  Angos- 
tura, and  thence  by  mule  into  the  llanos  of 
the  Venezuela,  and  that  he  did  not  find  the 
Golden  City  of  Manoa  must  be  due  to  the 
fact  that  it  is  not  there.  After  giving  us  a 
history  of  the  country  before  his  own  ar- 
rival, he  goes  on  to  tell  us  something  of  the 
race  problem  in  Trinidad,  a  problem  compli- 
cated, it  seems,  by  the  immigration  of 
Hindus : 

The  talk  drifts  to  the  indentured  coolies. 
The  engineer  has  studied  their  social  system 
while  in  India.  "All  here  are  of  the  lower 
castes — sudras,"  he  says,  "and  each  goes 
down  one  degree  by  leaving  India.  It  will 
take  many  payments  to  the  priests  when  they 
return  to  procure   redemption.'" 

"Many  of  them  don't  return  at  all,"  com- 
ments Robertson.  "I  have  a  lawsuit  with  a 
time-expired  coolie  freeholder  about  a  road. 
They  are  the  worst  people  for  going  to  law 
you  ever  saw." 

"I  should  think  they  were."  adds  Frothing- 
ham,  "except  when  their  wives  are  too  at- 
tractive to  their  friends.  Then  they  slice  the 
woman  up  with  a  machete  and  send  the  man 
a  piece  of  her  as  a  gift.  But  everything  else 
they  go  to  law  about.  There  was  a  case  up 
before  the  San  Fernando  police  court  last 
week.  A  free  laborer  named  Bo  Jawan,  be- 
longing to  our  Harmony  Hall  estate,  came  to 
the  Government  Savings  Bank  with  his  wife 
Jugdeah,  making  the  air  blue  with  Hindu  ex- 
pletives. The  woman  had  deposited  some 
money  in  her  own  name  and  the  husband 
wanted  to  draw  it.  'If  you  don't  give  me  the 
money  I  will  bring  Mahabit  Maharaj  (the 
governor)  and  the  police,'  he  shouted.  Jug- 
deah  tried  to  run  away,  but  the  coolie  made  a 
tackle  and  got  her  by  the  leg.  De  la  Rosa, 
the  cashier,  is  a  hot-tempered  chap  and  he 
threw  the  man  downstairs.  The  coolie  sum- 
moned him  for  assault,  and  the  wife  pro- 
ceeded to  perjure  herself  by  saying  that  she 
and  her  husband  had  tiptoed  in,  hand  in  hand, 
and  had  asked  for  her  money  together  in  a 
dulcet  voice.  De  la  Rosa  got  off,  but  it  cost 
him  a  pound  fine.  The  judge  is  a  negro,  and 
he  gives  it  to  the  whites  a  little  extra  when 
a  case  comes  up  to   him." 

We  have  an  interesting  description  of  Trin- 
idad's asphalt  lake,  which  supplies  a  large 
percentage  of  the  asphalt  pavements  of  the 
world : 

A  wicked-looking  black  snake  six  feet  long 
glides  into  the  bushes  near  the  margin  of 
the  lake.  It  has  been  sunning  itself  on  the 
asphalt.  No  wonder  the  serpents  are  sup- 
posed to  be  creatures  of  the  devil.  As  for 
ourself,  fifteen  minutes'  stay  takes  away  every 
bit  of  vitality  we  can  summon.  Not  enough 
interest  is  left  in  life  to  inquire  what  the 
negroes  hewing  with  mattocks  at  the  asphalt 
receive  in  wages.  They  earn  the  pay,  what- 
ever it  is.  There  is  no  mechanical  way  yet 
discovered  by  which  the  stuff  can  be  due 
Hour  after  hour  these  negroes  hack  out,  with 
a  few  blows  of  the  mattock,  the  brittle  pitch, 
which  flakes  away  in  pieces  a  foot  square. 
They  lift  the  burden  to  their  heads  and  dump 
it  into  the  steel  buckets,  which  start  their 
slow  way  to  the  ship.  The  holes  fill  up  in  a 
few    days  with  new  pitch. 

"The  lake  is  ninety  to  one  hundred  acres 
in  extent  now,"  says  Mr.  Proctor,  "but  it  is 
Gradually  shrinking  with  the  removal  of  such 
larce  quantities.  A  good  percentage  of  the 
asphalt  pavement  in  the  world  comes  "from 
this  one  lake  and  its  geological  complement 
in  Venezuela.  We  leased  it  under  a  forty- 
seven-year  contract  with  the  Trinidad  gov- 
ernment, to  which  nearly  $250,000  a  year  has 
been  paid  in  royalties,  Such  mining  is  the 
nearest  thing  there  is  to  digging  money  out 
of  the  ground." 

"Yes,  but  vour  Asphalt  Trust  is  welcome 
to  it,"  says  Mr.  Jefferson.  "If  I  had  a  thou- 
sand a  day  (o  die  pitch   I   would  not  take  it." 

The  gentle  art  of  graft  is  not  altogether 
unknown  in  these  primitive  parts.  The  pur- 
chase of  stores  for  the  trip  resolves  itself 
into  a  list  of  bribes  for  every  official  in  the 
country  : 

We  meet  FitzRcrald  at  dinner  and  start  a 
list  of  supplies.  It  begins  with  flour  and 
goes  on  down  through  such  stock  provisions 
as  condensed  milk,  baked  beans,  and  canned 
stuff,  ad  lib.  The  tropic  specialties  adds:  a 
big  mosquito  bar  for  the  whole  back  of  the 
i  basket  of  limes,  cashew  nuts,  and  a 
box  of  oranges.  Now  come  a  series  which 
elicit    remarks. 

"Half  a  ilnzen  bams." 

"Isn'1  tli.  i  rather  a  mouthful  i<>r  a  fort- 
night's  tr>i>  ''  you  ask. 

"Oh.   they   arc  a   present    for   El    Presidente, 

1  iovernor  nf  the  State  of  Bolivar." 
"I'm   down  one  case  of  champ  gni 
"Are   you  going   to   swim   up  an   Orinoco  of 
fizz,   or   do   you    nourish    the  crew   on   cham- 
;isks    E  :ott. 
"Oh,    n>>.       Ti     poes    as    presents    t<>    the    of- 
li    i.iN    (,f    the    Aduana — the   custom-house,  you 
I'm    <1<  wn   a   ten-pound   box   of  cfaoco- 
th      wives    of   the    officials    of   the 
\nV    a    case   of   beer." 
this  for — us?"  you  inquire. 
tlie  icfes  Civiles  in  the  little  towns 


— the  mayors,  you  know.  Put  down  five  boxes 
of  Havana  cigars  for  the  Commandantes." 

"You  have  forgotten  the  wives  of  the  Com- 
mandantes  and  the  Jefes,"  suggests   Scott. 

"Good!  I  am  glad  you  reminded  me,"  says 
Fitzgerald.  "Add  candy  in  jars  for  them. 
Now  put  down  two  dozen  bottles  of  rum  for 
the  minor  custom-house  people  and  the  ^boat- 
men ;  they  can't  get  along  without  rum." 

The  journey  across  the  Gulf,  up  the  Ori- 
noco, and  into  Venezuela  is  no  child's  play. 
And  the  end  of  the  voyage  is  only  a  change 
from  one  sort  of  misery  to  another.  Mos- 
quitoes settle  upon  the  travelers  like  a  cloud, 
and  it  seems  that  there  are  also  tigers,  or 
rather  jaguars,    to   be   reckoned   with: 

The  natives,  bitten  themselves  but  not  so 
badly,  do  not  at  first  notice  our  martyrdom. 
The  Trinidad  boy  perceives  it  first.  He  grins 
broadly. 

"Mosquito  very  bad  one  here,"  he  says. 
"I  making  fire  for  you."  He  scrapes  to- 
gether an  armful  of  dried  grass  and  lights  it 
in  the  lee  of  an  engine  which  is  falling  to 
pieces  from  rust.  Standing  full  in  the  smoke 
the  mosquitoes  are  not  so  bad.  We  ask  him 
how  he  bears   them. 

"I  must,  I  watchman  here.  They  being 
very  bad,  but  I   used  to  them." 

"What  is  your  name?" 

"Tom." 

For  a  while,  with  streaming  eyes,  we  stand 
in  the  smudge.     Tom  is  lost  in  thought. 

"Have  you  gun?"  he  presently  asks. 

We   say  that  we  have. 

"Will  you  shoot  me  tiger  that  come  into 
building  nights?" 

We  get  back  to  the  boats  and  dig  out  our 
rifles  and  an  electric  flash-lamp.  Machete  in 
one  hand  and  flash-lamp  in  the  other,  Tom 
guides  the  way  through  high  grass.  Old 
boilers,  engines,  lathes,  dump  cars,  all  rusted 
and  overgrown  with  vines,  litter  the  ground. 
A  hundred  yards  from  the  bank  stands  the 
skeleton    of   a   steel   building. 

"There  I  sleep,"  says  Tom,  pointing  to  a 
shelf  high  up  on  the  rafters.  "At  night  tiger 
come  under." 

We  go  for  a  quarter  of  a  mile  up  a  ram- 
shackle narrow-gauge  track,  over  swampy 
ground.  Stiflingly  hot  is  the  night,  and  the 
sweat  streams  down  us.  We  reach  at  length 
a  second  building. 

"Here  tiger  walk,"  and  Tom  points  to  some 
tracks  on  the  ground.  We  flash  the  light 
around,  but  see  no   jaguar. 

The  journey  up  the  Orinoco  is  exciting,  to 
say  the  least  of  it.  The  mosquitoes  are  a 
perpetual  sorrow,  the  natives  are  uninterest- 
ing, while  the  crocodiles  give  an  appearance 
of   inhospitality : 

A  number  of  children  are  running  about  in 
this  encampment.  One  little  boy  has  several 
scars  scored  in  parallel  lines  down  his  heel. 
"Caiman  (crocodile),"  says  his  mother  after 
our  repeated  questions.  The  children  all 
have  protruding  stomachs.  Some  say  this  is 
because  they  have  the  rickets;  some,  because 
they  eat  cassava  bread  and  drink  water,  a 
combination  which  bloats  them  ;  others,  that  it 
is  because  the  babies  are  not  swaddled  after 
they  are  born.      Take  your  choice. 

An  encounter  with  a  Venezuelan  "war  ves- 
sel" leads  to  much  drinking  of  beer  and  a  din- 
ner to  El  Capitan,  who  is  the  terror  of  all 
smugglers  except,  of  course,  such  as  may  be 
amigos : 

He  mellows  as  the  meal  progresses,  and 
tells  of  an  arrest  he  made  when  he  was  a 
policeman  on  land  before  he  became  a  ruler 
in  the  Presidente's  navee. 

"You  know  the  road  from  Paragua  to  San 
Felix,"  he  starts.  "I  was  once  riding  out  on 
the  llanos  that  way,  and  I  stopped  at  a 
woman's  house  to  drink  coffee.  I  heard  a 
peddler  insisting  that  she  buy  something 
which  she  did  not  want  to  buy.  I  went  in 
and  he  became  polite  and  left.  I  noticed  that 
he  was  a  Turk" — by  which  El  Capitan  prob- 
ably means  an  Armenian. 

"I  drank  coffee  and  went  on.  Next  day  I 
was  near  there,  and  I  noticed  vultures  wheel- 
ing around.  When  I  see  zamuros  I  always 
go  look  what  is  dead,  and  I  found  a  Turkish 
woman  and  girl,  not  long  dead,  with  their 
eyes  picked  out.  I  went  away  and  sent  some- 
body to   bury  them. 

"Now  when  I  came  to  San  Felix,  I  went 
into  the  inn  there,  and  I  saw  that  same  Turk 
eating  dinner.  When  he  saw  me  he  went  to 
his  room  without  finishing.  'That  is  queer,' 
I  thought,  and  waited  for  him  to  come  out. 
I  then  said  to  the  landlord.  'Go  tell  the  Turk 
I  want  to  see  him.'  The  Turk  told  the 
posadero,  'Am  sick  and  can   not  come.' 

"So  I  went  to  the  door  and  said,  'Open  or 
I  shoot  you  through  the  door.'  He  did  not 
open,  so  I  kicked  in  the  door  and  arrested 
him.  'You  murdered  that  woman  and  girl,' 
I  said.  'Confess,  or  I  shoot.'  So  he  con- 
fessed. 

"I  sent  word  to  the  Jefe  Civil  to  know 
what  to  do  with  him.  The  Turk  offered  much 
money  and  begged  to  be  let  off.  He  said  the 
woman  was  his  wife  and  they  had  quarreled. 
But  I  would  not ;  word  came  to  take  him  to 
Bolivar  and  shoot  him   if  he  tried  to   escape. 

"I  took  a  sergeant  and  two  men  and  started 
for  Bolivar.  A  mile  out  the  sergeant  told 
the  Turk  to  get  down  and  tighten  his  saddle. 
Then  he  shot  him  through  the  head.  One 
nf  the  soldiers  had  a  shovel,  so  we  buried 
him  and  went  back.  That  is  what  is  meant 
by  'shoot  him  if  he  tries  to  escape.'  They 
were  content  in  Bolivar  and  promoted  me." 
He  lakes  a  gulp  of  the  warm  beer. 

Stories  of  buried  treasure  still  have  their 
vogue.  In  the  city  of  Bolivar  the  author  was 
entertained  by  Seiior  Palazzi,  who  spoke  of 
an  expedition  that  be  himself  had  in  hand: 

"This  city,  you  know,  was  one  of  the  last 
thai  was  held  by  the  Spaniards  during  the 
War   of   Independence.      All    the   monks   from 


round  about  and  the  wealthy  land-owners  and 
the  officials  fled  to  it.  Some  brought  their 
possessions,  and  when  Bolivar  entered  the 
city,  buried  them  here.  A  tenant  in  one  of 
my  father's  houses  up  the  street  found  a 
treasure  and  left  the  country  a  rich  man. 
All  these  houses  were  built  by  the  Spaniards 
and  have  walls  three  feet  thick,  with  secret 
closets  and  floors. 

"Many  buried  money  in  the  country.  Eight 
million  pesos'  worth  of  gold  is  said  to  have 
been  interred  at  the  old  monastery  of  San 
Seraphine.  When  the  monks  left  they  gave 
their  Indians  a  basket  of  corn,  and  told  them 
to  throw  away  a  grain  each  day.  If  no  one 
had  come  when  the  corn  was  gone  they  were 
to  dig  up  the  treasure  and  throw  it  in  the 
Caroni.  Years  ago  a  monk  came  with  the 
plan  of  the  hiding-place.  He  found  the  cave 
and  the  mouldering  chests.  But  the  treasure 
was   gone ;   the    Indians   had   kept   their   word. 

"Now  only  a  week  ago  some  peons  on  an 
estate  of  ours  found  a  cave  with  a  doorway 
to  it,  bricked  up.  They  started  to  break  the 
door  down,  but  got  frightened  of  ghosts.  I 
have  planned  to  go  there  and  enter.  We  may 
find  nothing — we  may  find  a  treasure.  People 
don't  go  to  the  trouble  of  bricking  up  a  door- 
way for  nothing.  I  am  afraid  of  snakes,  but 
not  qf  ghosts." 

"The  mention  of  your  ghosts."  says  the 
Venezuelan,  "reminds  me  of  a  veracious  tale 
about  a  peon  near  our  estate  who  met  a  veiled 
figure  on  a  lonely  road. 

"  'Who  are  you  ?'  said  the  peon  tremblingly. 

"  'I  am  the  devil,'  a  voice  answered  in  se- 
pulchral tones.  The  peon  walked  up  and  held 
out   his   hand. 

"  'Embrace  me,  amigo.  I  married  your  sis- 
ter.' " 

There  are  many  illuminating  conversations 
on  Venezuelan  politics  and  the  best  way  to 
make  a  living  in  spite  of  the  government. 
American  and  English  think  the  best  way  is 
to  arm  your  men  and  defy  everybody,  but  a 
German  thinks  everything  would  be  all  right 
if  Venezuela  had  a  better  type  of  officials  : 

The  German  grows  placative :  "This  go\ 
ernment  is  not  so  very  bad.  It  wouldn't  be, 
that  is,  if  only  the  distinguished  official  you 
mention  was  not  so  interested  in  cattle.  He 
will  be  in  an  important  conference  with  for- 
eign representatives,  when  a  servant  comes 
and  says,  'The  old  cow  has  had  a  calf.'  Up 
he  jumps,  and  says,  'Excuse  me,'  and  does  not 
come  back  for  three  days.  He  is  just  a  cattle- 
man." 

The  general  opinion  seemed  to  be  that 
there  is  more  trouble  coming.  Revolutions 
are  manufactured  by  political  machines,  and 
it  is  impossible  to  reward  every  one : 

"We  have  another  revolution  coming  soon, 
anyway,"  says  the  cattleman.  "One  trouble 
in  the  country  is  we  have  too  many  officials, 
and  they  change  always.  Of  course,  it  is 
necessary  to  regard  those  who  have  fought 
well,  so  what  else  can  be  done?  I  have  seen 
revolutions  start.  Somebody  who  has  been 
driven  out,  or  who  has  influence  in  some 
state,  will  get  together  a  thousand  or  so  brave 
fighters — guapos.  Other  men  in  the  district, 
restless,  or  with  a  grudge,  send  in  to  him 
and  say :  'I  control  three  hundred  men. 
They  are  yours  if  I  can  be  custom-house  col- 
lector of  San  Felix,'  or,  T  have  a  hundred ; 
I  would  be  prefect  of  police  of  Barcelona.* 
The  leader  is  glad  to  get  allies  and  pledges  the 
posts.  These  prospective  officials  promise 
smaller  places  and  rewards  to  their  men,  and 
thus  the  army  is  made.  To  foreigners  the 
leader  generally  promises  concessions  and  so 
gets  money.  With  a  force  and  some  cash  he 
marches  to  the  capital.  Matos  had  sixteen 
thousand  men  against  Castro's  six  thousand. 
I  was  with  Castro  that  day  in  the  steeple  of 
the  Church  of  Ascencion.  Matos's  men  none 
of  them  wanted  to  die.  Castro  said  that 
morning,  *I  win,'  and  his  regular  soldiers  went 
through  the  insurgents  like  a  mad  bull." 

When  a  revolting  general  wins  he  marches 
his  army  to  Caracas  and  meets  an  army  of 
thievish  lawyers  intent  upon  graft.  His  first 
duty  is  to  reward  his  henchmen,  and  the 
author  quotes  from  his  informant  a  descrip- 
tion of  how  this  is  done  : 

"Some  of  the  chiefs  get  their  appointments; 
and  at  once  their  enemies  flee  to  Trinidad  to 
escape  alive.  The  new  officials  take  their 
goods.  The  men  driven  out  are  crazily  angry 
and  desperate,  and  ready  to  join  the  next 
revolution. 

"The   slick   lawyers    get   to   the    new    Presi- 
dent, and  say  such  and  such  a  one  is  not  fit 
to  be  commandante  of  the  promised  port.     'He 
is  a  good  fighter,'   they  allow,   'a  guapo,   but 
he  is  a  rough  neck.    He  can  not  fill  that  jot) — 
put  in  such  another.'      So   the   President   tells 
his  officer  who  had  the  pledge  to  wait  a  little 
while,  or  he  appoints  some  one  and  says  it  is 
only  temporary,   or  he  offers   something  else. 
So   the  man   waits   and   waits,  getting  angrier 
and   angrier,   and   his   lieutenants   call   on   him 
to   fulfill  his  own  promises,  which  he  can  not 
do.      Finally    he    goes    home    with    a    bit 
heart,  ripe  also  for  the  next  revolution. 
President     seizes     all     the     concessions, 
monopolies   he   can,   to   hire   his    own   sM 
and  keep  himself  President.     So  it  goes- 

And  yet  people  make  money  in  Ven 
in    spite    of    all    difficulties,    and    the    SH 
seems  to  be  of  the  same  opinion  as  his    n 
informants    that    if    the    country    has    i 
chance  she  will   eventually  come  throui 
right.      Certainly    Mr.    Bates    has    writ:  ■ 
readable  and  a  useful  book. 

The    Path    of    the    Conquistadores. 
Lindon       Bates,      Jr.        Illustrated.        Be 
Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $3.50  net. 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


The  Far  Country. 
There  was  no   shining  street  of  gold, 

But  just  a  trail  of  green 
Where   grasses  ran  across  the   mold 

Beside  a  brook  serene. 

There  were  no  amaranths  of  light, 

Nor    fadeless    asphodels, 
But  just  wee  daisies  shy  and   white 

And  violets  in  the  fells. 

There   was   no   choiring  cherubim, 

But  just  a  raptured  lark 
Made   music   on    a   nearby   limb 

From  morning  until  dark. 

There  were  no  pearly  gates  ajar 

Nor    throne    from    glory    spun 

But  just  the  quiet  evening  star, 

And  just  the  morning  sun  I 

—Edward    Wilbur   Mason,    in    the    Craftsman 


The  Little  Road  o'  Kerry. 
'Tis    long,    long   since    I    trod    the    road,    the    little 
road  o'   Kerry 
That's  winding  in  and  out  the  years  thro'  gorse 
and   shamrock  glen; 
And,  oh,  me  feet's  a-yearning  to  be  finding  it  with 
Terry, 
To    hunt    the    little    wayside    nest    and    kiss    the 
babby    wren; 
Oh,    'twas  thrilling,   thrilling,   thrilling, 

Where   the  blackbirds  and   the  thrushes 
Whistled   'mong  the  waving   rushes 
O'    that    far    countree. 

I    thought  when   in  the  new    world    that    me   heart 
might  be    forgetting 
The  song  a-thrilling  on  his  lips  the  music  o'  his 
love, 
But    everywhere    I    turn,    ochone,     'tis    tears     the 
tune's    begetting, 
For,    oh,    it   throngs    me   draining   as    the    fairies 
throng    the    grove ; 
Oh,    'tis   haunting,    haunting,    haunting 

Like  the  ghost  o'  childhood  hours 
Or  the  breath  o'  wind-kissed  flowers 
O'    that    far    countree. 

'Tis    long,    long    since    I    trod    the    road,    the    little 
road   o'   Kerry 
That's    winding    in    and    out,    me    tears    a-falling 
day  by  day, 
And,    oh,    me    heart's    a-breaking    to    be    walking    it 
with  Terry 
And  hear  his  bit  o'  love  song  as  we  went  adown 
the    way ; 
Oh,    'tis    calling,    calling,    calling 

And  I'm  harking  here  in  sorrow. 
But  praise   God    I'll   sail   tomorrow 
For  that   far  countree. 

— Gordon    Johnstone,    in    Smart    Set. 


Irish  Country  Song. 
My    young    love    said    to    me,    "My    parents    won't 

mind, 
And  my  brothers   won't  slight   you    for  your    lack 

of  kind." 
Then  she  stepped  away  from  me,  and  this  she  did 

say, 
"It  will  not  be  long,  love,  till  our  marriage  day." 

She  went  away  from  me,  and  she  moved  through 

the   fair, 
And  fondly  I  watched  her  go  here  and  go  there: 
Then  she  went  her  way  homeward,    with   one  star 

awake, 
As  the  swan  in  the  evening  moves  over  the  lake. 

The  people  were  saying  no  two   were  e'er  wed 
But  one  had  a  sorrow  that  never  was  said; 
And  I  smiled  as  she  passed  with  her  goods  and  her 

gear, 
And  that  was  the  last  that  I  saw  of  my  dear. 

I  dreamt  it  last  night  that  my  young  love  came  in. 
So  softly  she  entered  her  feet  made  no  din. 
She   came   close  beside  me,    and    this   she   did    say, 
"It  will  not  be  long,  love,  till  our  marriage  day." 
— Padraic  Cohim,  in   London  Nation. 


Lady    Sybil    Gray,    elder    daughter    of 
Rosebery,     has     had     a     collection     of 
stories  published  by   Hodder  &  Stoughto: 
der   the  title   "Chequer   Board." 


Vergil  and  Tennyson. 
O   skilled  with  all  thy  Vergil's  elder  art, 
The  magic  of  the  Muses  to    impart; 
To  sing  of  England  as  of  Rome  he  sang, 
With   grand  hexameter  that  rolled  and  rang. 
And  able  with    a   far  instructed   might, 
The  Latin  lamp  of  splendor  to  relight, 
Tho  on  a  northern  shore  by  sullen   foam, 
Recapture  the  dead  melodies   of   Rome. 
Thou,    too.    didst   feel   the  passion   of   the   past, 
Things   irretrievable   and   fading   fast. 
And  thou  didst  hear  aright  the  human   cry. 
The   sea-like   striving   of  mortality. 
Tho   not  to   thee   was   his   full   utterance   given, 
Born    to    a    different    tongue,    and    later    heaven ; 
Tongue  that  alone   in  Milton  could    uphold, 
That  lyre  of  thunder  and  the  trump  of  gold. 
But  thou,   still  following  with    faithful    feet. 
The   charm   of  field    and   woodland    couldst    repeat; 
Repaint   the    faint   vermillion   of  the  morn, 
And  all  the  colors  wherewith   day  is  born; 
And  strangely  sweet  as  unto  him  to  thee. 
Of  waking  birds    the   mournful    melody; 
Voices  of  kine,    in   dark  uncomforted, 

*he  dark  hour,  and  ere  the  skies  are  red. 
yet  wast  thou  content  in  mist,  to  be 
1-sundered   by  the  billows  of  the  free, 
from  that  Island  eyrie  to*  descry 
videning   march,. of   England's    destiny. 
him    tlou    didst   the- '.ojrtier's   part    rehearse, 
lever   didst    attain    Marcellus'   verse, 
ver  the  dread  world  beyond  the  tomb 
thou    explore   with    Orpheus    and    the    gloom. 
•  armed  ^5Dneas  frighted  half  the  shades, 
g  in  splendor  on  the  dimmer  glades, 
lis  we  feel,  when  thou  hadst  crossed  the  bar, 
ilot  of  thy  music  was  not  far. 
— Stephen   Phillips,   in  Pail  Mall   Go- 


first    nine    volumes    in    the    ne- 
E    "Loeb     Classical     Library"    have 
ssued  by  the  Macmillan  Company.     7 
e    St.    Augustine's    "Confessions."    ; 
Terence,   "The   Apostolic    Fath'- 
rtius. 


November  9,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Antagonists. 
The  antagonists  in  Mr.  Temple  Thurston's 
latest  and  best  story  are  a  father  and  son. 
The  antagonism  does  not  become  an  actual 
hostility.  It  represents  rather  the  divergence 
between  two  generations,  between  convention 
and  emancipation.  And  it  may  be  said  that 
Mr.  Thurston  is  almost  a  pioneer  in  his  grave 
study  of  the  psychology  of  boyhood.  Dicky 
Furlong — and  we  are  allowed  to  suppose  that 
he  became  a  famous  artist — is  the  son  of  a 
governess  in  an  aristocrat  family  who  mar- 
ried the  butler,  but  as  the  butler  is  some- 
thing of  a  Puritan  and  addicted  to  Carlyle 
we  hope  for  the  best.  Then  the  mother  dies 
and  the  father  tries  to  do  his  duty  by  his  boy 
and  girl  somewhat  after  Old  Testament  pat- 
terns and  with  results  that  are  not  exactly 
disastrous,  but  simply  pathetic  and  rather 
stupid  failures. 

The  author's  study  of  the  boy  is  a  fine  one. 
We  watch  him  from  the  point  where  Dorothy 
Leggatt  is  no  more  than  a  "silly  little  ass" 
to  that  other  and  inevitable  period  when  she 
becomes  the  only  reality  in  the  world  for 
Dicky.  And  Dorothy  is  as  delightful  as 
Dicky  himself.  Indeed  there  are  few  authors 
who  have  combined  so  many  good  people  in 
one  story  and  of  such  various  kinds  of  good- 
ness. Dicky's  mother,  sister,  and  sweetheart 
are  exquisite,  and  for  their  sake  we  forgive 
and  forget  the  other  and  vampire  female 
whose  degenerate  influence  might  so  easily 
have  ruined  the  boy.  Mr.  Thurston  has  made 
a  triumphant  if  unspectacular  success. 

The  Antagonists.  By  E.  Temple  Thurston. 
New   York:  D.    Appleton   &   Co.;    §1-30   net. 


No  Surrender. 
Since  propaganda  by  novel  is  a  part  of  the 
political  life  of  today  there  is  no  reason  why 
the  suffragette  movement  should  be  excluded. 
In  "No  Surrender"  the  author  gives  us  a  pic- 
ture that  is  at  least  inclusive  from  the  view- 
point of  the  English  woman  agitator.  We 
are  enlightened  on  the  subject  of  the  English 
law,  we  have  a  description  of  the  suffrage 
organization  and  its  leaders,  of  the  methods 
of  militancy,  life  in  prison,  and  forcible  feed- 
ing, and  all  this  is  worked  up  into  a  romance 
that  has  its  distinctly  meritorious  features. 
The  author  is,  of  course,  a  strong  partisan 
and  a  special  pleader,  although  she  leaves  us 
still  a  little  perplexed  as  to  why  the  militant 
suffragettes  are  willing  to  do  so  much  for  so 
impotent  a  thing  as  a  vote. 

No   Surrender.      By   Constance   Elizabeth   Maud. 
New  York:   John  Lane  Company;   51.25. 


English  Philosophers. 
Professor  James  Seth,  prefacing  his  "Eng- 
lish Philosophers  and  Schools  of  Philosophy," 
describes  his  aim  as  being  to  concentrate  at- 
tention on  the  epoch-making  philosophies  and 
on  the  actual  thought  of  individual  philoso- 
phers rather  than  on  the  logical  sequence  in 
the  development  of  philosophic  ideas.  In  pur- 
suance of  this  plan  he  divides  his  work  into 
three  parts,  the  first  devoted  to  the  seven- 
teenth century  and  to  Bacon,  Hobbes,  the 
Idealistic  Reaction,  and  Locke.  The  second 
part  includes  the  eighteenth  century,  and 
Berkeley,  Hume,  the  Moralists,  and  the  Re- 
vival of  Rationalism,  while  in  the  third  sec- 
tion, devoted  to  the  nineteenth  century,  we 
have  Hume's  Empiricism,  the  Scottish  Philos- 
ophy of  Common  Sense,  and  the  Idealistic  An- 
swer to  Hume.  An  interesting  feature  is  a 
concluding  section  devoted  to  Present  Tenden- 
cies in  English  Philosophy,  wherein  the  au- 
thor ventures  on  the  conjecture  that  in  the 
future  the  development  of  philosophical 
thought  in  England  and  America  will  be  a 
single  movement  and  that  philosophy  will  gain 
in  depth  and  volume  by  the  combination. 
The  author  gives  about  four  pages  to  Prag- 
matism and  thus  accurately  estimates  the 
philosophic  value  of  this  latest  recruit  against 
idealism. 

English  Philosophers  and  Schools  of'Philos- 
ophy.  By  James  Seth,  M.  A.  New  York:  E.  P. 
Dutton  &  Co.;   $1.50  net 


Why  Go  to  College. 
The  chief  defect  of  Mr.  Cooper's  genial 
description  and  analysis  of  college  life  is  a 
disinclination  to  speak  strongly,  and  to  this 
may  be  added  a  tendency  to  adopt  the  con- 
ventional expressions  of  Commencement  Day. 
At  a  time  when  a  particularly  fierce  light  of 
criticism  is  beating  upon  our  colleges  we  feel 
almost  an  admiration  for  the  complacency  that 
can  say  "one  must  still  believe  that  the  main 
tendencies  in  the  life  of  American  under- 
graduates are  toward  the  discovery  of  and 
devotion  to  the  highest  tnitu  -the  truth  of 
nature  and  the  truth  oi  God."  If  these  are 
indeed  the  main  tendencies  in  undergraduate 
life  they  are  successfully  concealed  beneath 
a  deceptive   exterior. 

At  the  same  time  the  book  abounds  in  good 

ideas.     The  collegiate  education  of  the  future 

—  -    and    more 

il    student 

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the     stu- 

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mendation is  for  some  educational  force  that 
will  counteract  the  absurd  and  needless  habit 
of  hurry,  something  that  shall  develop  quiet- 
ness and  confidence  rather  than  breathless- 
ness  and  tension. 

Mr.  Cooper's  book  is  worth  reading  for  its 
humor  and  wealth  of  anecdote,  as  well  as  for 
its  delicate  analysis  of  undergraduate  psy- 
chology, even  though  that  analysis  be  some- 
times coulcur  de  rose. 

Why  Go  to  College.  By  Clayton  Sedgwick 
Cooper.  New  York:  The  Century  Company;  $1.50 
net. 


Lafcadio  Hearn. 
Mr.  Edward  Thomas  gives  us  an  eminently 
satisfactory  digest  of  the  life  of  Hearn  in 
his  little  volume  that  has  just  appeared  in 
the  Modern  Biography  series.  So  much  con- 
densation almost  precludes  a  literary  standard 
that  probably  was  not  aimed  at,  but  at  least 
we  have  a  picture  of  great  fidelity  and  one 
that  seems  to  show  the  man  as  he  actually 
was.  We  are  told  that  Hearn's  wife  some- 
times thought  that  he  was  mad  "because  he 
saw  things  that  were  not  and  heard  things 
that  were  not,"  and  that  as  a  child  he  had 
seen  and  felt  "shadowy  dark-robed  figures 
capable  of  atrocious  self-distortion."  Asked 
if  he  was  a  Christian  he  would  say  "No," 
and  to  "Are  you  a  Buddhist  ?"  he  would  reply, 
"Not  exactly."  When  a  missionary  told  one 
of  his  pupils  that  the  Japanese  were  savages, 
he  answered  :  "I  think,  my  dear  lad,  that  he 
himself  was  a  savage — a  vulgar,  ignorant, 
savage  bigot."  He  dreaded  the  introduction 
of  foreign  capital  into  Japan,  as  he  feared 
that  this  would  mean  a  ruin,  and  we  have 
the  further  curious  fact  that  to  the  end  he 
was  unable  to  read  a  Japanese  newspaper  and 
could  only  just  write  a  letter  home.  A  string 
of  facts  such  as  these  hardly  amount  to  a 
biography  in  the  usual  sense  of  the  term, 
but  their  efficacy  in  portrait  painting  is  un- 
deniable. 

Lafcadio    Hearn.      By    Edward    Thomas.      Bos- 
ton:   Houghton   Mifflin    Company;    75   cents    net. 


Race  Improvement. 
This  is  one  of  the  most  moderate  and  un- 
assuming books  on  the  subject  of  eugenics 
that  has  yet  appeared,  and  one  that  is  un- 
usually free  from  the  pretense  of  knowing 
what  is  not  known  and  what  is  unknowable. 
That  there  should  be  an  exhaustive  study  of 
heredity  is  eminently  desirable.  It  is  equally 
desirable  that  false  prudery  should  give  way 
to  an  intelligently  taught  sex  hygiene.  Let 
us  have  all  the  knowledge  that  can  be  ob- 
tained and  on  the  basis  of  that  knowledge 
let  us  teach.  But  when  it  comes  to  a  hateful 
and  despised  legislation,  to  the  doctor  in  the 
policeman's  uniform,  to  compulsory  steriliza- 
tion, and  the  whole  brood  of  horrors  in 
which  the  eugenist  ordinarily  revels  we  may 
well  hope  that  the  public  conscience  will  im- 
pose its  veto,  if  indeed  there  is  a  public  con- 
science. The  author  of  this  particular  work 
is  to  be  commended  for  her  partial  recogni- 
tion that  all  diseases,  mental  and  physical, 
are  due  to  a  violation  of  natural  law  and 
that  the  true  remedy  is  obedience  through 
education,  and  not  either  compulsion  or  muti- 
lation. If  she  had  excluded  a  stupid  legisla- 
tion altogether  from  her  programme  her  work 
would  be  wholly,  instead  of  nearly,  inof- 
fensive. 

Race  Improvement.     By  La  Reine  Helen  Baker. 
New  York:  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.;  $1  net. 


How  Phoebe  Found  Herself. 

The  publishers  are  probably  right  when 
they  say  that  there  is  a  paucity  of  good  new 
stories  suited  to  the  girl  from  fifteen  to  six- 
teen years  of  age,  or  at  the  critical  period 
"where  the  brook  and  river  meet."  Should 
such  stories  deal  with  love  or  should  love 
still  be  one  of  the  things  that  are  not  talked 
about — only  thought  about?  It  is  a  knotty 
problem,  and  perhaps  one  for  home  deter- 
mination, but  it  may  be  said  that  Miss  Brown 
has  grasped  the  nettle  and  done  it  so  deli- 
cately that  her  story  appears  to  be  irre- 
proachable. 

How  Phoibe  Found  Herself.  By  Helen  Dawes 
Brown.  Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin  Company; 
$1.15   net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
Among  later  additions  to  Dr.  J.  R.  Miller's 
already  extensive  series  of  devotional  books  is 
"The  Book  of  Comfort,"  based  on  the  ex- 
hortation, "Speak  ye  comfortably."  The  vol- 
ume is  published  by  the  Thomas  Y.  Crowell 
Company ;  $1  net. 

Those  who  believe  in  the  greatness  of  Os- 
car Wilde  and  in  the  value  of  his  message 
will  enjoy  a  little  volume  of  critical  appre- 
ciation by  Walter  Winston  Kenilworth.  It  is 
entitled  *'A  Study  of  Oscar  Wilde"  and  it  has 
just  been  published  by  R.  F.  Fenno  &  Co. 
Price,  50  cents  net. 

Personifications  of  natural  forces  make  the 
best  of  all  reading  for  little  children  because 
they  are  true  fairy  stories.  For  this  reason 
we  may  recommend  the  latest  volume  by 
Thornton  W.  Burgess.  It  is  entitled  "Mother 
West  Wind's  Animal  Friends."  It  is  pub- 
lished by  Little,  Brown  &  Co.     Price.  $1. 

Among  recent  football  stories  is  "Quarter- 
back Reckless,"  by  Hawley  Williams  (D. 
Appleton  &  Co.;   $1.25).     The  scene   is  laid 


at  Lansing  Academy  and  the  story  centres 
around  the  rivalry  between  "Ches"  Hall  and 
"Tilly"  Scott  for  the  position  of  quarterback 
on  the  team. 

Mr.  Edwin  L.  Sabin  is  already  in  the  front 
rank  of  story  writers  for  boys.  He  has  just 
added  a  third  volume  to  the  Boy  Scout  series 
under  the  title  of  "Pluck  on  the  Long  Trail ; 
or,  Boy  Scouts  in  the  Rockies"  (Thomas  Y. 
Crowell  Company;  $1.25),  in  which  he  shows 
his  usual  energy  of  description  and  acquaint- 
ance with  actual   conditions. 

Among  recent  stories  for  the  business  boy 
is  "Dave  Morrell's  Battery,"  by  Hollis  God- 
frey (Little,  Brown  &  Co.;  $1.25).  Dave  has 
built  a  storage  battery,  but  he  finds  that  in- 
vention and  flotation  are  two  different  things. 
A  motor-boat  race  and  many  aspects  of  the 
strenuous  life  combine  with  the  business  fea- 
tures of  the  story  to  make  up  a  capital  yarn. 

The  Century  Company  has  published  a  vol- 
ume of  "Jataka  Tales,"  re-told  by  Ellen  C. 
Babbitt.  The  Jatakas  belong  to  the  legendary 
lore  of  India  and  relate  to  the  adventures  of 
Gautama  Buddha  in  his  previous  incarnation. 
While  their  surface  interest  is  considerable, 
we  have  the  word  of  Dr.  Felix  Adler,  who 
writes  a  preface,  that  "beneath  the  obvious 
there  are  depths  and  depths  of  meaning" 
which  children  may  learn  to  fathom  later  on. 
There  are  many  clever  illustrations  and  the 
price   is  $1   net. 

From  Longmans,  Green  &  Co.  comes  a 
choice  little  pocket  edition  of  "Books  and 
Bookmen,"  by  Andrew  Lang.  In  the  author's 
preface,  dated  so  recently  as  July,  1912,  Mr. 
Lang  deprecates  the  task  of  giving  an  opinion 
upon  his  -own  work.  He  can  not  criticize  his 
own  causeries,  but  if  his  mature  view  is 
actually  desired  he  thinks  them  "not  half  bad 
in  their  way."  Mr.  Lang  tells  us  that  he  had 
already  given  up  book-hunting,  mainly  be- 
cause the  literary  treasures  never  came  his 
way  any  more  than  the  trout  when  he  went 
fishing.  The  price  of  the  new  pocket  edition 
is   75   cents  net. 


Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors. 
Paul  Elmer  More,  editor  of  the  Nation,  is 
one  of  the  most  accomplished  of  American 
literary  essayists,  and  many  illuminating 
studies  have  come  from  his  pen.  In  the 
book  review  columns  of  the  New  York  Even- 
ing Post  for  October  26  is  a  study  of  Her- 
rick's  verse  and  the  lyric  poetry  of  his  age 
which  will  surely  take  a  high  place  among 
the  critically  appreciative  and  thoroughly  de- 
lightful  essays  Mr.   More  has  written. 

Gustaf  Janson's  remarkable  book  of  stories 
dealing  with  the  Turko-Italian  War  in  Tripoli 
will  be  published  immediately  in  this  country 


by  Little,  Brown  &  Co.,  Boston.  Translated 
from  the  Swedish  original,  "Lorgnerna,"  the 
ultracritical  London  Athenarum  asserts  that 
Mr.  Janson's  work  "sets  its  author  at  once 
among  the  great  writers  of  Europe." 

Sir  Arthur  Thomas  Quiller-Couch,  who  was 
commissioned   in   1897   to   finish    Robert    I 
Stevenson's    uncompleted     novel.    "St.     Ives," 
has  been  appointed  professor  of  English  liter- 
ature at  Cambridge  University. 

The  unqualified  success  of  the  play  "Little 
Women"  in  New  York  City  has  created  a 
widespread  demand  for  the  players'  edition 
which  Little  Brown  &  Co.  have  issued  with 
twelve   illustrations   from   scenes   in    the    play. 

Many  will  read  with  more  than  ordinary 
sympathy  Miss  Agnes  Repplier's  essay  "The 
Condescension  of  Borrowers,"  'found  in  her 
latest  collection  published  by  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company.  The  title  of  the  volume  is 
"Americans  and  Others." 

Joseph  Jackson,  describing,  in  the  current 
World's  Work,  the  most  splendid  of  the  pri- 
vate book  collections  of  the  world,  says  that 
one  of  the  most  costly  and  important  general 
collections  at  present  owned  in  the  United 
States  is  that  gathered  by  Mr.  Henry  E. 
Huntington.  Mr.  Huntington,  only  a  year  or 
so  ago,  bought  the  great  collection  of  Ameri- 
cana of  Mr.  Dwight  F.  Church,  for  which,  it 
is  generally  reported,  he  paid  $750,000.  At 
the  Hoe  sale  he  was  a  munificent  buyer,  and 
carried  off  some  of  the  greatest  treasures.  It 
is  generally  understood  that  Mr.  Huntington 
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sale,  his  special  agent  must  have  received 
considerably  more  than  $30,000  for  his  two 
weeks'  attendance — perhaps  10  per  cent  of  the 
value  of  his  purchases.  Mr.  Huntington  has 
also  gathered  a  fine  collection  of  Americana, 
or  books  about  America,  that  is  generally  re- 
garded as  the  finest  in  a  private  library  in 
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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 

The  Next  Religion. 

Since  Mr.  Zangwill's  play  was  prohibited 
by  the  English  lord  chamberlain  we  may  be 
sure  that  it  will  have  an  extensive  sale  in 
book  form.  And  it  deserves  to  have.  It  is 
a  fine  example  of  Jewish  literature  when  it 
deals  with  tragedy  and  pathos,  while  its 
workmanship  is  beyond  praise. 

The  "new  religion"  is  invented  by  a 
preacher  who  imagines  that  a  noisy  higher 
criticism  and  a  noisy  science  constitute  the 
voice  of  the  people.  And  that  superhumanism 
in  religion  is  no  longer  popular.  The  new  faith 
is  a  kind  of  revised  Comtism,  an  adoration 
of  the  memory  of  the  dead,  and  for  a  time 
it  becomes  popular — among  those  who  have 
no  dead.  Then  the  preacher's  son  is  mur- 
dered, and  the  bereaved  mother  naturally 
finds  that  her  husband's  creed  is  one  of  cold 
comfort,  as  must  be  any  creed  that  does  not 
promise  reunion  and  the  perpetuity  of  life. 
So  the  "new  religion"  disappears  in  company 
with  all  other  artificial  systems  that  have  been 
tried  and  found  wanting.  We  may  do  with- 
out religion  altogether,  but  if  we  are  to  have 
a  religion  at  all  it  must  promise  immortality 
or   fail. 

The  play  seems  to  suggest  the  futility  of 
expunging  superhumanism  from  religion. 
The  popular  mind  insists  upon  having  super- 
humanism  of  some  kind.  If  it  is  divorced 
from  religion  it  will  reappear  as  superstition, 
as  indeed  it  is  now  doing.  Mr.  Zangwill  has 
rendered  a  service  to  his  time  by  this  beauti- 
ful play  with  its  wealth  of  fine  thought  in 
fine  language. 

The  Next  Religion.  By  Israel  Zangwill.  New 
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When  Gas  Was  $15 

Doesn't  seem  possible,  does  it?  Doesn't 
seem  as  though  anybody  could  ever  have 
used  gas  at  that  figure.  And  yet  they  did. 
Those  were  the  brave  old  days  of  1854, 
only  a  few  years  after  the  discovery  of 
gold  out  here  in   California. 

It  would  be  interesting  to  know  how 
many  people  are  still  living  who  paid  $15 
a  thousand  for  gas  in  San  Francisco.  Un- 
doubtedly a  few  are  still  with  us,  and 
what  stories  they  could  tell  of  by-gone 
days !  In  that  period  hunters  shot  rab- 
bits and  ducks  in  what  is  now  the  heart 
of  the  city.  The  site  of  the  old  city  hall 
was  a  good  rabbit  ground,  and  in  the  hills 
west  of  San  Jose  grizzlies  were  numerous. 

But  what  would  people  think  of  gas 
nowadays  at  $15  ?  While  high  cost  of  liv- 
ing is  the  general  wail,  yet  the  cost  of 
some  necessities  has  steadily  decreased. 
Most  noticeable  is  gas,  one  of  the  greatest 
boons  ever  offered  to  mankind.  Long  ago 
it  ceased  to  be  regarded  as  a  luxury,  some- 
thing which  only  the  wealthy  might  en- 
joy. As  process  of  manufacture  improved, 
many  elements  entered  in  the  cheaper  cost 
of  production,  and  as  fast  as  possible  the 
Pacific  Gas  &  Electric  Company,  the  pio- 
neer in  the  California  field — when  gas  sold 
for  $15 — reduced  the  price  to  the  public, 
until  now  it  is  75  cents,  and  has  displaced 
practically  every  form  of  fuel  in  the 
kitchen. 

Corporations  are  blamed  for  a  good 
many  things,  but  when  rightly  adminis- 
tered, they  are  among  the  best  friends  of 
mankind.  Thus,  while  so  many  necessities 
have  been  going  up,  gas  has  been  brought 
down  to  what  is  probably  the  ultimate 
notch  here,  through  the  wise  administra- 
tions of  a  great  concern  which,  while  in 
business  as  a  business  proposition,  realizes 
that  on  its  efforts  to  satisfy  consumers  de- 
pends its  future  growth  and  success. 

That  such  satisfaction  has  been  given  is 
amply  proved  by  the  fact  that  "Pacific 
Service"  is  now  supplied  to  two-thirds  of 
California's  population.  These  figures 
have  been  carefully  compiled.  They 
would  do  great  harm  if  they  could  not  be 
substantiated.  Another  way  of  saying  the 
same  thing,  and  probably  it  sounds  more 
impressive,  is  that  "Pacific  Service" 
covers  thirty  of  the  fifty-eight  counties  in 
the  state. 

Millions  of  dollars  are  involved  in  the 
gas  and  electric  systems  of  the  corpora- 
tion, which  operates  sixteen  gas  works, 
eleven  hydro-electric  plants  in  the  moun- 
tains, and  five  steam-driven  electric  plants 
in   big   cities. 

But  great  as  are  these  plants,  they  are 
not  sufficient  to  meet  all  the  demands 
made  upon  them.  The  Pacific  Gas  and 
Electric  Company  has  been  forced  to  buy 
electricity  from  other  power  companies 
to  help  out,  but,  as  has  previously  been 
said,  it  is  now  enlarging  its  mountain 
plants,  and  preparing  to  build  still  others, 
that  it  may  be  in  a  position  within  the 
next  few  years  to  supply  hydro-electric 
power  from  its  own  system  of  works,  and 
still  be  big  enough  to  keep  in  advance  of 
future    developments. 

This  is  no  child's  play.  It  requires 
men  with  determination,  with  unwavering 
faith  in  the  future  of  the  city  and  country- 
The  undertaking  is  gigantic,  and  it  is  tell- 
ing no  secret  to  say  that  it  was  made  pos- 
sible some  six  months  ago,  when  the  pur- 
chase of  $20,000,000  Pacific  Gas  and  Elec- 
tric bonds  by  the  New  York  financial 
house  of  J.  Pierpont  Morgan  supplied  the 
necessary  funds  for  the  purpose. 


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MR.  ELTINGE'S  FASCINATING  WIDOW. 


The  libretto  of  "The  Fascinating  Widow" 
was  written  by  the  author  of  "Madame 
Sherry,1'  which  fact  is  sufficiently  assuring  to 
give  the  expectant  auditor  a  hope  of  good 
things  to  come.  Nevertheless,  while  we  sat 
in  the  auditorium  of  the  Columbia  Theatre 
the  other  night,  expectant  of  the  enjoyment 
of  the  promised  bursts  of  laughter,  as  the 
play  began,  my  heart  sank;  for  the  wit  was 
tame,  flat,  commonplace ;  it  was  a  mere  col- 
lection of  echoes  and  the  original  jeux 
d 'esprit s  from  which  it  borrowed  were  far 
from   scintillating. 

We  saw  Julian  Eltinge  almost  at  once,  as 
a  fine,  tall,  athletic,  personable  young  man. 
Of  all  the  men  on  the  stage  he  was  the  least 
suggestive  of  femininity  in  looks,  bearing, 
voice,  or  manner.  But  the  three  young  men 
before  us  all  gabbled,  the  same  old,  breath- 
less, exasperating,  all-but-unintelligible  gabble. 
And  gabble  wedded  to  would-be  humor  is  not 
enjoyable. 

And  then,  the  rapid  movement  of  the  com- 
edy brought  Julian  Eltinge  before  us  dressed 
as  "the  fascinating  widow."  From  that  mo- 
ment the  interest  was  sustained,  while  the 
humor  suddenly  gained  point. 

The  idea  of  a  man  masquerading  as  a 
woman  is  intrinsically  tumorous,  from  the 
light  comedy  point  of  view.  If  we  had  been 
asked  to  delude  ourselves  into  accepting  a 
"female  character"  man  as  the  heroine  all 
through,  the  idea  would  have  been  displeas- 
ing. But  as  the  prank  of  a  larky  and  mis- 
chievous young  collegian  it  is  quite  another 
matter.  There  is  constant  incentive  to 
humorous  situations,  and  as  Mr.  Eltinge,  when 
he  is  Hal  Blake  with  his  collegiate  pals,  and 
therefore  off  guard,  makes  sudden  shifts  from 
masculinity  to  femininity  of  attitude,  manner, 
and  expression,  our  enjoyment  of  the  situa- 
tion  is   kept   pleasantly   titillated. 

The  characters  of  the  play  consist  princi- 
pally of  the  boys  and  girls  of  a  co-ed  insti- 
tution and  one  or  two  of  the  officials.  Hal 
Blake,  whose  sweetheart  is  the  daughter  of 
the  dormitory  matron,  gets  himself  into 
trouble  by  impetuously  knocking  down  the 
puling  youth  whose  suit  her  mother  favors, 
and  it  is  in  order  to  evade  arrest  that  he 
conceals  himself  in  petticoats  and  becomes 
"the    fascinating   widow." 

So  we  have  a  stage  all  lined  up  with  pretty 
co-eds,  the  unsuspecting  matron,  an  admiring 
chaplain,  an  unsuspicious  detective,  and  the 
assaulted  youth,  when  Mrs.  Monty,  the  fasci- 
nating widow,  makes  her  first  effective  stage 
entrance. 

Mr.  Eltinge's  original  assumption  of  skirts 
was  due,  no  doubt,  to  his  figure,  which  pos- 
sesses such  melting  curves  and  a  covering 
of  such  dazzling  white  flesh  as  would,  to  fun- 
loving  youth,  make  a  lark  of  that  nature  an 
inevitable  happening.  As  Mrs.  Monty  he  is  a 
corking  fine  woman,  and  no  mistake.  Mrs. 
Monty  is  tall,  with  bold,  heavily  moulded  fea- 
tures, a  chevelure  of  rich  chestnut  hair,  and 
full,  opulent,  well-corseted  figure.  She  is 
gorgeously  gowned ;  her  feet,  which  are  not 
very  much  too  large  for  a  fine,  tall,  high- 
nosed,  full-figured  woman,  are  shod  in  white 
and  silver  slippers  with  pompadour  heels,  and 
her  close-reefed,  generously  slashed  skirt  per- 
mits a  view  of  silken,  white-and-silver  ankles, 
and  a  femininely  mincing  walk.  Her  close- 
fitting  dress  reveals  the  generous  yet  not 
over-blown  lines  of  a  well-modeled  figure,  on 
which  such  details  as  the  waist  line,  hip- 
curves,  and  the  swell  of  the  bust  seem  purely 
feminine.  Mrs.  Monty  has  a  pair  of  su- 
perbly moulded  arms,  tapering  down  marvel- 
ously  to  a  dimpled  wrist,  and  a  small,  white, 
prettily  cushioned  hand.  Her  full,  splendid 
chest,  and  her  generously  revealed,  dimpled 
back,  show  not  a  suspicion  of  those  lurking, 
bony  promontories  which  so  afflict  fair  pos- 
sessors. Black  brows,  a  positive  nose,  a  pro- 
jecting chin,  and  a  deep  contralto  voice  seem 
only  to  lend  character  and  emphasis  to  the 
personality  of  a  fine  woman. 

We    asked    ourselves    what    our    sensations 
would  be  if  we  had  been  spectators  unknow- 
ing   of   the   real    sex   of    Mrs.    Monty.     For, 
after   all,    there   is    nothing  intrinsically   won- 
derful  about  the  personation.      It  is   interest- 
k.  diverting,  but  it  is  due  to  the 
Eltinge's  figure,  to  his  corset- 
phasizing  of  those  lines,  and  to 
tyle,  variety,  and  correct  detail 
•rent  costumes  that   the  impersona- 
essful.     The  actor  has  his  fetal- 
is masculine  manner,  the 
\  ge«--ine,  and  easily  assumed. 

piquant  spectacle  to  see  a 


handsome  woman  enter  in  a  Trilbyish  rig  con- 
sisting of  bath-robe,  and  a  pair  of  roomy, 
low-heeled,  masculine  slippers :  to  see  this 
fair  lady  change  her  foot-gear  to  something 
feminine  and  coquettish,  shed  the  bath-robe, 
and  reveal  herself  clad  in  that  species  of 
dizzy,  pink-ribboned  lingerie  that  as  a  tempta- 
tion to  lovely  womankind  is  daily  displayed 
in  the  biggest  windows  of  our  most  preten- 
tious shops — to  see  this  transformed  appari- 
tion striding  masculinely  around  the  room, 
collecting  pipes,  tobacco,  and  "a  bottle  of 
booze,"  and  to  watch  Mrs.  Monty  console 
herself  for  her  exile  from  her  real  life  with 
a  pipe  and  whisky  while  she  touches  up  her 
gorgeous  white  neck  and  dimpled,  tapering 
arms  with  vast  clouds  of  pearl  powder,  or 
impishly  dance  a  pas  seirf  in  front  of  the  un- 
curtained window,  and  before  the  scandalized, 
yet  fascinated  gaze  of  a  peeping  Tom  of  a 
janitor. 

It  is  all  in  the  way  of  boyish  fun,  and  we 
enjoy  it  in  the  same  spirit.  Not  to  deprive 
Mr.  Eltinge  of  any  laurels  due  him,  we  agreed 
that  he  might  have  fooled  us  ;  but  still  I  don't 
feel  quite  sure.  The  actor  is  certainly  clever 
in  his  assumption  of  a  feminine  manner;  and 
though  his  voice  remains  deep,  it  is  lighter 
than  his  real  voice;  it  has  a  contralto  note, 
and  is  very  caressing  in  tone.  He  maintains 
a  constant  smile,  in  order  to  soften  and  femi- 
nize his  expression,  and  his  chestnut  wig  be- 
ing parted  in  the  middle  makes  further  sug- 
gestion of  femininity.  The  celebrated  teeth, 
that  are  so  cannily  insured,  are  certainly  an 
asset ;  so  is  the  imp  of  mischief  in  the  fine 
eyes  ;  and  when  tall,  resplendent  Mrs.  Monty, 
robed  in  a  wonderful,  glittering  costume  of* 
white  and  silver  and  lisle  green,  her  full, 
white  throat  circled  with  a  jeweled  strand, 
her  chestnut  head  feathered,  and  filletted  with 
something  white  and  gleaming  with  frost-like 
brilliance,  seated  herself  on  a  rose-velvet 
canape  and  proceeded  to  beguile  the  detective 
and  the  chaplain  with  feminine  wiles,  and 
when  she  finally  wrested  a  proposal  from  the 
suitor  of  her — his — sweetheart,  it  would  be 
almost  obfusticating  if  Mr.  Eltinge  did  not 
keep  before  us  continual  reminders  of  Mrs. 
Monty's  real  sex  in  the  way  of  playful  fist- 
passes  at  the  two  enemies  and  roguish  winks 
at  the  two  pals. 

In  order  to  exhibit  a  further  feminine  ac- 
complishment, Mr.  Eltinge  gives  us  a  dance, 
a  la  Loie  Fuller,  and  Isadora  Duncan,  and 
Maud  Allan.  In  the  dance  he  is  costumed  in 
something  different — a  kind  of  cross  between 
the  various  dancing  costumes  devised  by  the 
cloud  of  interpretative  dancers.  Long,  fully 
draped  skirts,  heelless  footgear — which  made 
the  feet  look  of  masculine  size — a  glittering, 
stage-jeweled  breastplate,  and  floating  veil- 
drapery,  over  which  played  waves  of  elec- 
trically contrived  color. 

In  this  dance  Mr.  Eltinge  ceased  to  be  con- 
vincing in  his  assumption  of  the  feminine 
gender.  His  corseted  body  had  not  the  free, 
sinuous  movement  of  a  woman,  he  was  agile, 
but  not  graceful ;  he  even  did  not  have  the 
grace  of  a  male  dancer. 

However,  we  were  interested  and  enter- 
tained, which  was  the  main  thing.  And  be- 
sides, the  dance  served  to  exhibit  another 
costume,  and  the  costumes  are  a  highly  im- 
portant adjunct  to  the  show ;  in  fact,  so  much 
so  that  we  are  told  that  the  actor  has  a  fresh 
stock  of  magnificent  costumes  on  for  the  sec- 
ond  week  of  his   engagement. 

Mr.  Eltinge  adds  to  his  choice  collection 
by  coming  on  as  a  bride  in  the  last  act ;  white 
satin,  lace  veil,  bridal  wreath,  shower  bouquet, 
and  all.  He  scarcely  attempts  the  coy  act, 
however,  the  somewhat  prononcc  personality 
of  the  efflorescent  Mrs.  Monty  not  seeming  to 
lend  itself  to  bridal  shyness. 

The  last  we  see  of  Mrs.  Monty  is  the  ap- 
parition of  a  bride-to-be  snatching  off  a  cloud 
of  chestnut  hair,  and,  with  white  satin  skirts 
held  high  aloft,  galloping  off  the  stage  in 
eager  search  of  "a  pair  of  pants,"  in  order 
that  her — his — marriage  with  her — his — 
real,  girl  sweetheart  may  immediately  be 
carried  off. 

As  Julian  Eltinge  himself,  plus  Mrs. 
Monty's  clothes,  is  nearly  the  whole  show, 
there  is  nothing  startling  about  his  support. 
Edward  Garvie  is  amusing  in  depicting  the 
acute  anxieties  of  Hal  Blake's  pals,  when 
Mrs.  Monty  is,  metaphorically  speaking,  taken 
to  the  bosom  of  the  co-eds,  who  regard  the 
popular  lady  as  a  woman  and  a  sister.  Gil- 
bert Douglas,  as  the  finicky  sophomore,  plays 
his  part  well,  and  doesn't  rattle  and  gabble 
through  his  lines  like  the  others;  I  suspect 
an  English  origin  may  account  for  a  greater 
respect  for  clear-cut  speech.  Charles  W. 
Butler,  as  the  chaplain,  has  not  well-planned 
comedy  in  his  role,  but  was  amusing  in  por- 
traying the  infatuation  of  an  untried  palate 
for  alcoholic  titillation. 

The  dozen  girls  who  are  a  kind  of  a  sort 
of  a  chorus  are  sufficiently  attractive,  these 
including  Belle  Adair,  the  real  sweetheart, 
she  who  sings  "All  the  World  Loves  a  Lover" 
with  a  sustained,  conscientious,  but  frequently 
irrelevant  smile.  The  music  is  a  negligible 
quantity*,  being  merely  a  faintly  agreeable 
noise. 

Some  people  might  be  suspicious  of  vul- 
garity in  several  of  the  situations  in  which 
the  fascinating  Mrs.  Monty  figures  with  refer- 
ence to  the  co-eds,  but  it  is  not  really  vul- 
garity but  crude,  hearty,  harmless  fun  that  will 
hurt  no  one.  Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

"The  Chocolate  Soldier"  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

"The  Chocolate  Soldier"  is  enjoying  its 
third  season  of  unabated  popularity.  In  the 
case  of  this  masterpiece  of  Oscar  Straus  and 
George  Bernard  Shaw,  the  familiarity  that 
the  people  possess  with  its  captivating  melo- 
dies and  scintillating  wit  has  only  made  them 
more  eager  to  repeat  the  experience  of  an 
evening  in  its  company. 

This  explains  that  the  coming  of  the  ex- 
quisite opera  bouffe  to  the  Cort  Theatre  for 
but  a  single  week's  engagement,  beginning 
Sunday  night,  has  made  for  appreciative  in- 
terest among  local  theatre-goers  and  music- 
lovers,  and  the  advance  sale  at  the  theatre 
box-office   augurs   a  capacity   week. 

Not  content  with  the  strength  of  his  com- 
pany seen  here  last  season,  Mr.  Fred  C.  Whit- 
ney, director  of  the  Whitney  Opera  Company, 
and  producer  of  "The  Chocolate  Soldier," 
has  sought  to  surpass  his  former  achieve- 
ments and  to  increase,  if  possible,  the  power 
of  the  spell  that  the  romantic  Bulgarian  at- 
mosphere and  witching  music  casts  over  every 
audience. 

The  organization  that  will  be  heard  this 
season  at  the  Cort  Theatre  interpreting  "The 
Chocolate  Soldier"  embraces  Rena  Vivienne, 
Hon  Bergere,  Lucille  Saunders,  Charles  Pur- 
cell,  J.  Russel  Powell,  Hazel  Frazier,  Sylvain 
Langlois,  Pony  Moore,  J.  F.  McDonough, 
and  other  favorites.  The  Whitney  Opera 
Comique  Orchestra  will  be  in  evidence  under 
the  baton  of  Max  Fichandler. 

It  will  be  remembered  that  Purcell  ap- 
peared in  the  role  of  Lieutenant  Bumerli  last 
season  at  the  Cort.  Hon  Bergere,  Lucille 
Saunders,  and  Sylvain  Langlois  were  other 
members  of  the  cast. 


"The  Chocolate  Soldier"  will  be  followed 
by  "A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel,"  the  English 
play  that  created  such  a  sensation  East  and 
which  was  introduced  to  this  country  by 
Lewis  Waller.  An  all-English  company  will 
be  seen  in  the  play. 


Julian  Eltinge's  Last  Week  at  the  Columbia. 

Julian  Eltinge  will  begin  the  third  and  final 
week  of  his  engagement  in  "The  Fascinating 
Widow"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre  next  Sun- 
day night.  The  success  of  this  famous  star 
and  the  musical  novelty  has  broken  all  rec- 
ords for  box-office  receipts  known  at  the  'Co- 
lumbia Theatre.  Many  patrons  turn  away 
unable  to  secure  seats  on  account  of  the  ex- 
traordinary demand,  and  the  Wednesday  and 
Saturday  matinees  are  proving  outlets  to  care 
for  the  overflow.  The  matinees  are  especially' 
convenient  for  out-of-town  patrons,  and  are 
being  eagerly  taken  advantage  of. 


The  New  Orpheum  Bill. 

Lulu  McConnell  and  Grant  Simpson  will 
present  next  week  at  the  Orpheum  a  one-act 
comedy,  "The  Right  Girl,"  written  for  them 
by  Herbert  Hall  Winslow.  Miss  McConnell 
is  an  engaging  comedienne  of  original 
methods,  and  as  Josie  Day,  a  hosiery  drum- 
mer, is  congenially  cast,  while  Mr.  Simpson 
is  particularly  happy  as  William  Brown,  Jr., 
a   dry   goods   merchant. 

The  most  marvelous  exhibition  of  ath- 
leticism ever  witnessed  will  be  introduced  by 
Nat  Nazarro  and  his  company.  They  have 
just  completed  a  three  months'  engagement 
at  the  Winter  Garden,  New  York,  where  they 
created  a  great  sensation.  The  performance 
includes  thrilling  feats  and  somersaults, 
which  are  executed  with  a  celerity  hereto- 
fore believed  to  be  impossible  to  human 
beings. 

George  H.  Watt,  who  has  puzzled  the  en- 
tire medical  faculty  of  Europe  by  his  won- 
derful control  of  electricity,  will  also  ap- 
pear. He  allows  over  500,000  volts  to  pass 
through  his  body,  making  it  possible  for  him 
to  light  firecrackers,  bicycle  lamps,  paper,  etc., 
on   his  hands,  head,   and   chest. 

Adele  Ferguson  and  Edna  Northlane,  who 
style  themselves  the  London  Tivoli  Girls  be- 
cause it  was  for  the  purpose  of  appearing  at 
that  theatre  that  their  partnership  was 
formed,  will  contribute  to  the  new  bill.  Miss 
Ferguson  excels  as  a  male  impersonator, 
while  Miss  Northlane  is  an  accomplished 
piano  soloist. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Joseph  Hart's 
production  of  "Mein  Liebchen"  ;  Howard,  the 
Scottish  ventriloquist;  Les  Marco  Belli,  and 
Mme.  Maria  Galvany,  the  famous  European 
prima  donna,  who  will  be  heard  in  an  entirely 
new  repertory.  

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
Twelve  pretty  girls  play  prominent  parts 
in  the  first  of  a  series  of  tabloid  musical 
comedies  produced  by  Ned  Wayburn,  the 
famous  Broadway  producer,  to  be  produced 
at  Pantages  this  winter.  The  first  production 
will  be  the  Minstrel  Misses,  presenting,  for 
the  first  time  here,  "From  White  to  Black," 
an  act  with  scenic  effects,  lilting  songs,  keen 
comedy,  and  pretty  girls.  The  unique  part 
of  the  performance  comes  when  the  dozen 
attractive  maids  manipulate  the  burnt  cork 
before  the  audience,  transforming  themselves 
from  winsome  girls  to  typical  comedians  of 
the  dusky  type.  In  the  minstrel  first  part 
there  are  jokes,  solo  singing,  concerted  ef- 
fects.     The    second  big   feature    of   the    new 


bill  is  to  be  a  big  surprise  act  called  "804 
Marked  Money."  Patrons  of  Pantages  are 
assured  of  something  out  of  the  ordinary 
when  this  act  is  presented.  Sensational  hoop 
rolling  and  baton  juggling  will  be  shown  by 
the  members  of  the  Zara  Carmen  Trio,  who 
give  "the  act  beautiful  in  pink."  William 
Howard  Langford,  styled  "the  Beau  Erummel 
of  Singers,"  O'Neal  and  Wamsley.  comedians 
known  as  "the  lightning  bugs,"  the  Cervod 
Duo,  masters  of  the  piano  accordion,  the 
sketch  called  "The  Return  of  the  Vassar 
Girl,"   and   motion   pictures   complete   the   bill. 

Be  particular  when  you  buy  wines.  Insist 
upon  Italian-Swiss  Colony  wines  and  you  will 
be  satisfied.     They  are  the  best. 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of   the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Car.  from  the  Ferry 

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Matinee  Rvery   Day 
THE  HIGHEST  STANDARD  of  VAUDEVILLE 

LULU  McCOStUELL  and  GRANT  SIMPSON  in 
their  latest  success  "  The  Right  Girl  " :  NAT  NAZ- 
ARRO a  CO..  The  Acme  of  Athletic  Artistry: 
GEORGE  II.  WATT,  the  Electric  Problem: 
ADELE  FERGUSON'  and  EDNA  NORTHLANE. 
the  London  Tivoli  Girls;  Joseph  Hart's  "  MEIN 
LIEBCHEN":  HOWARD,  Scottish  Sub-Vocalist: 
LES  MARCO  RELLI.  French  Comedy  Conjurors: 
NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  FUTURES.  Last 
Week.  MADAME  MARIA  CALVANY.  Entirely 
New  Programme. 

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last  week.    Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays. 

JULIAN   ELTINGE 

In  the  Musical  Comedy  Triumph 
THE  FASCINATING  WIDOW 

Glorious  Girls,  Gorgeous   Gowns.  Sparkling 

Music.  Real  Comedy. 

Last  time  Saturday  night.  Nov.  10 

Sunday  night.  Nov.  17.  Dt'STIN  FARNUM  in 

"The  Littlest  Rebel." 


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Beginning  tomorrow  (SUNDAY  i  night 
One  week  only— Mats.  Wednesday  and  Saturday 
Farewell  Visit  of  the  Popular  Idol 

THE   CHOCOLATE   SOLDIER 

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VANITY  FAIR. 


Greatly  Reduced. 
The  Newly  weds  were  none  too   rich, 
When    madam    saw    a    costume    which 

Exactly    matched    her   hat 
But   twenty   dollars  was  too   much; 
She  could  not  her  poor  hubby  touch 

For  such  a  sum  as  that! 

Besides,  she  was  a  clever  dame. 
And    fully  understood  the  game 

The  dry  goods  merchants  play: 
She-    knew    she'd    see   that   self-same   dress 
Displayed,  and  marked  a  great  deal  less, 

Upon  next  bargain  day. 

Such  prudence  claims   reward. 
And  it  is  pleasant  to   record, 

She  had  not  long  to  wait, 
Before  she  got  the  chance  she  sought, 
And  then  and  there  the  costume  bought 

At   nineteen    ninety-eight! 

— New    York   Tribune. 


As  we  read  the  report  of  the  fourth  annual 
convention  of  the  United  Cloak  and  Suit  De- 
signers of  America  we  feel  our  breasts  swell 
with  a  new  access  of  patriotic  fervor.  Never 
again  shall  it  be  said  that  a  tailor  is  only  the 
ninth  part  of  a  man  or  that  those  who  wield 
the  shears  are  debarred  from  the  ordinary 
emotions  of  valor. 

What  a  slogan  it  was  that  was  adopted  by 
the  F.  A.  C.  of  the  U.  C.  and  S.  D.  of  A. 
"We  won't  be  bossed  by  Paris"  is  not  an  ele- 
gant phrase,  but  it  gets  there.  We  know 
what  it  means.  The  worm  has  turned  at  last 
and   the  flesh,  though  weak,  is  in  rebellion. 

Now  there  are  some  rather  delicate  con- 
siderations that  underlie  that  war  cry  of  "We 
won't  be  bossed  by  Paris."  Frankly  we  hate 
to  speak  of  them,  and  we  should  be  content 
merely  to  record  the  facts  but  for  the  recol- 
lection that  we  ourselves  have  underestimated 
the  gravity  of  the  situation  and  the  suffering 
that  has  been  going  on  in  our  midst.  It 
seems  that  the  protest  against  Paris  is  not 
wholly  aesthetic,  nor  even  patriotic.  It  has 
been  wrung  from  tortured  flesh  and  blood  by 
new  demands  that  simply  can  not  be  ful- 
filled. Perhaps  this  may  best  be  explained  by- 
quoting  from  the  convention  proceedings, 
where  we  read  "that  the  American  woman 
simply  wouldn't  give  up  the  c'inging  effects 
to  which  she  has  spent  several  years  in 
adapting  her  figure." 


pin  and  that  any  man  who  put  his  face  close 
enough  to  that  of  a  lady  to  get  hurt  had  re- 
ceived no  more  than  his  deserts.  Perhaps 
the  mayor  has  never  seen  any  one  murdered, 
but  he  would  hardly  deny  that  people  are 
murdered. 

But  the  mayor's  law  is  bad,  and  this  is 
energetically  pointed  out  by  Bench  and  Bar, 
which  says  that  the  old  maxim,  Sic  utere  tuo 
tit  alienum  -non  laedas,  applies  to  all  such 
cases.  Of  course  it  does.  Any  one  can  see 
that.  The  legal  newspaper  goes  on  to  say 
that  men  in  the  vicinity  of  hatpins  are  not 
caput  lupinum,  which  is  exactly  the  way  we 
have  felt  ourselves  in  moments  of  peril  from 
the  hatpin.  It  seems  that  even  though  the 
man  be  a  legal  trespasser  he  is  still  entitled 
to  protection  against  mutilation  as  laid  down 
in  the  old  law  against  spring  guns  and  man- 
traps. The  landowner  who  sets  mantraps 
must  post  notices  to  that  effect,  and  the 
woman  who  wishes  to  be  immune  from  an 
action  for  damage  must  do  the  same.  That 
the  man  had  unjustifiably  put  his  ugly  map 
within  her  sphere  of  influence  is  no  justifica- 
tion for  raking  off  his  nose,  flaying  the  hide 
off  his  confounded  cheek,  or  pushing  the  hat- 
pin through  his  eye  into  the  extensive  cavity 
that  lies  behind.  The  legal  newspaper  ex- 
presses the  matter  somewhat  differently,  but 
we  are  translating  into  the  vernacular.  Any- 
way the  man  is  not  caput  lupinum.  There  can 
be  no  doubt  about  that.  But  he  is  a  silly  ass 
to  think  that  he  has  any  remedy  against  a 
woman. 

But  this  matter  is  more  complicated  than 
it  seems  at  first  glance.  Suppose  the  man, 
after  dismemberment,  should  plead  in  aggra- 
vation that  he  was  in  the  position  of  a  li- 
censee or  one  who  is  upon  premises  by  invi- 
tation. Suppose  he  should  maintain  that  he 
was  not  strictly  a  trespasser,  but  that  he 
bad  been  tempted  to  come  within  range,  or 
that  the  lady's  attractive  beauty  was  so  great 
that  he  could  not  help  coming  within  range. 
Clearly  the  lady  would  be  liable  and  the 
man  would  not  be  caput  lupinum,  although  a 
chump.  There  seems  no  getting  away  from 
that.  The  thing  is  as  clear  as  mud,  so  the 
mayor  had  better  revise  his  law  and  not  try 
to  be  so  funny. 


There  you  have  it.  And  we  never  knew 
that  it  had  taken  all  this  time.  It  was  not  a 
point  upon  which  we  had  ever  dared  to  ask  for 
information,  but  it  certainly  appeared  to  us 
that  the  American  woman  had  done  this  feat 
over  night,  and  that  she  had  made  herself 
the  same  shape  all  the  way  round  by  some 
miraculous  process  into  which  it  would  be 
unbecoming  to  inquire.  It  never  occurred  to 
us  that  there  was  any  process  of  adaptation 
or  that  the  process  was  a  painful  one.  We 
had  supposed  that  the  woman  merely  exam- 
ined the  new  blue  prints  and  then  rearranged 
her  landscape  to  suit  them,  moving  the  hills 
and  valleys  from  place  to  place  according  to 
specification.  And  now  it  seems  that  it  took 
"several  years"  to  do  this  thing,  and  all  that 
time  there  was  never  a  whimper  or  a  com- 
plaint. It  does  one  good  to  think  of  the  un- 
obtrusive heroisms  that  shine  like  jewels  in 
the  darkness  of  our  civilization.  And  there 
would  have  been  no  complaint  now,  mind  you, 
but  for  these  sudden  orders  from  Paris  to  the 
effect  that  everything  must  be  moved  back 
to  where  it  was  before  and  the  reconstruc- 
tion labor  of  years  must  be  undone.  Once 
more  the  female  form  divine  must  be  thrown 
into  the  melting  pot  in  order  that  it  may  be 
poured  into  some  new  costume  that  is  not 
the  same  shape  all  the  way  round.  It  is 
strictly  and  physically  true  to  say  that  flesh 
and  blood  can  not  stand  this  thing. 

But  what  an  inspiring  example  for  men. 
Only  last  week  our  wife  bought  us  three  new 
shirts,  the  prettiest  things  you  ever  saw.  To 
our  shame  we  remember  that  we  kicked  like 
a  steer  because  they  were  two  sizes  too  small 
in  the  neck  and  made  our  tongue  hang  out. 
She  explained  to  us  that  there  were  none  of 
so  sweet  a  pattern  and  of  the  usual  size,  but 
we  used  language  that  we  now  know  to  have 
branded  our  souls  with  infamy.  We  now 
know  that  we  should  have  reduced  our  necks 
to  fit  those  shirts.  Whenever  we  buy  gar- 
ments henceforth,  which  will  be  very  seldom 
on  account  of  the  high  cost  of  living,  we  shall 
get  nothing  that  is  not  sweet  and  dear,  irre- 
spective of  size.  What  woman  has  done  man 
can  do. 


Sometimes  Mayor  Gaynor  allows  his  humor 
to  become  a  little  forced,  a  common   enough 
failing    among    those    who    have    acquired    a 
reputation  for  wit.     It  seems  that  a  Mr.  Tan- 
nenbaum  wrote  to  the  mayor  to  ask  for  pro- 
tection  against  ladies'   hatpins,  rather  a   silly 
thing    of    Tannenbaum    to    do,    but    then    New 
York   is  peculiar   in   that   respect.     Mr.    Gay- 
nor naturally  saw  his  chance  to  be  amusing, 
and  so  he  wrote  back  to  Tannenbaum  to  the 
effect  that  ladies'  hats  were  outside  his  juris- 
diction and   'hat  he   had  better   write   to   the 
board    of    aldermen,    who    "seem    able    to    do 
anything."     Now  that  is  all  very  well, 
but    fust    a'    that    moment    the    mayor's    fatal 
r  overwhelmed  him  and  he  added 
lines  to   the  effect  that   he   had 
:   any  one  injured  by  a  lady's  hat- 


Karin  Michaelis,  who  wrote  "The  Danger- 
ous Age,"  has  written  an  article  on  the  mod- 
ern, American  woman  for  one  of  the  Danish 
newspapers.  She  is  a  good  deal  disturbed  by 
the  picture  presented  by  Fifth  Avenue  during 
the  afternoon,  when  only  women  are  visible, 
all  the  men  being  at  work.  "The  monde  and 
the  demimonde,"  she  says,  "can  not  be  dis- 
tinguished apart.  Both  are  terribly  painted 
and  their  golden  hair  and  violet  eyes  are  of 
the  highest  chic,  as  well  as  their  Lilliputian 
ankles  and  carmine  lips.  This  mingling  of 
the  monde  and  the  demimonde  is  a  terrible 
temptation  to  young  girls.  Much  could  be 
said  about  this,  but  the  sexual  problem  is 
taboo  in  the  American  press,  although  hor- 
rible murders  may  be  told  in  detail  with  pic- 
tures   and    letterpress." 

Now  that's  a  pretty  sad  state  of  things,  but 
it's  intentional,  Karin,  not  accidental.  It's 
quite  the  fashion,  you  know,  to  model  one's 
dress,  toilet,  and  deportment  upon  those  of 
the  half-world,  and  the  woman  who  wants 
to  be  really  in  the  swim  must  avoid  the  im- 
putation of  virtue  or  propriety.  Many  a 
woman's  social  character  has  been  damaged 
by  aspersions  of  propriety  no  doubt  circu- 
lated with  malice  but  for  which  she  herself 
is  partly  responsible  by  the  sedateness  of  her 
behavior.  This  is  true  of  dress,  facial  decora- 
tions, and  of  other  things  also.  No  woman 
can  be  wholly  comme  U  faut  unless  she  is 
ready  to  dance  improper  dances  and  generally 
to  introduce  to  the  ballroom  the  manners  and 
customs  of  the  apache.  Just  at  the  present 
time  these  are  the  essential  marks  of  the  so- 
cially elect  in  America  and  Europe. 

It  is  just  as  well  that  a  few  aged  ladies, 
such  as  the  ex-Empress  Eugenie,  should  still 
be  with  us  to  remind  us  of  our  rake's  progress 
in  extravagance.  The  Cri  de  Paris  tells  us 
that  she  recently  asked  a  number  of  fashion- 
able ladies  to  her  saloon  in  order  that  she 
might  examine  the  latest  creations  of  the 
modiste  and  the  costumer.  The  empress  was 
delighted  with  the  display,  but  horrified  by 
the  prices.  She  said  that  they  were  unheard 
of,  terrible.  "When  I  was  on  the  throne," 
she  continued,  "I  never  paid  my  dressmaker, 
Roger,  even  for  my  most  splendid  costumes, 
on  the  extravagance  of  which  I  was  so  fre- 
quently reproached,  more  than  $120.  Had  I 
paid  as  much  for  a  robe  as  is  given  today  I 
should  soon  have  come  to  the  end  of  my 
tether."  And  this  from  an  Empress  of 
France  !  There  are  hundreds  of  ladies  today 
who  would  scorn  a  hat  that  cost  no  more 
than  $120.  Making  all  allowances  for  a  rise 
in  prices,  we  may  still  recognize  the  fact  that 
even  an  empress  of  the  most  splendid  court 
in  the  world  placed  a  limit  upon  her  dress 
expenditure  and  was  not  guilty  of  the  vul- 
garity of  extravagance. 


The  Spinster — Your  face  is  so  familiar  to 
me,  professor,  I'm  sure  we've  met  before. 
Distinguished  Foreigner — Very  likely.  I  vos 
in  dis  country  ven  I  vos  a  young  chap. — Lon- 
don Opinion, 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


301 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


The  late  John  M.  Palmer  was  one  of  the 
wits  of  public  life.  When  he  retired  from  the 
Senate  he  was  not  discouraged,  but  said:  "I 
come  into  fashion  about  every  ten  years  in 
Illinois." 


There  was  a  Frenchman  who  hated  the 
country  as  much  as  did  Charles  Lamb,  but 
compressed  his  feelings  into  few  words.  This 
was  Charles  Monselet,  who  lived  on  the  Quai 
Voltaire,  Paris.  "It  is,"  he  said,  "the  place 
where  birds  are  raw." 


Sarah  Bernhardt  is  quoted  as  paying  her 
respects  to  Isabella  of  Bavaria,  consort  of 
Charles  VI  of  France,  in  this  wise:  "It  is 
to  her  that  we  owe  the  invention  of  the  cor- 
set, but  it  was  she,  too,  who  sold  the  half  of 
France  to  England.  There  was  no  crime  of 
which  that  woman  was  not  capable." 


When  the  young  physician's  motor-car 
reached  the  scene  of  the  accident  there  was 
nothing  to  do ;  all  the  victims  had  been  so 
slightly  hurt  that  they  were  able  to  walk 
home.  The  young  doctor  was  keenly  disap- 
pointed, but  his  chauffeur  spoke  up  cheer- 
ingly:  "Never  mind,  doctor.  I'll  run  down 
some  business  on  the  way  home." 


Mr.  -William  Milligan  Sloane,  "Seth  Low" 
Professor  of  History  at  Columbia  University, 
in  an  interview  with  the  London  Daily  Mail 
correspondent,  said :  "I  understand  that  a 
certain  Berlin  correspondent  of  a  New  York 
newspaper  received  a  cablegram  this  week 
from  his  editor  which  read,  'Don't  send  much 
war  news  ;   world's  baseball  series  now  on  !*  " 


A  union  butcher  workman  was  suing  a 
packing  firm  to  recover  damages  for  injuries 
sustained  in  a  Kansas  City  establishment.  A 
colored  laborer  in  the  plant  was  called  as  a 
witness.  "Did  you  work  with  Jones,  the 
plaintiff?"  "Yassah."  "Do  you  know  the 
foreman  and  the  other  officers  of  the  plant?" 
"Yassah."  "What  are  your  relations  with 
them?"  continued  the  attorney.  "Now,  yo' 
look-a-here,  boss,"  said  the  witness.  "I'se 
skeared.  That's  a-why  I  looks  so  white. 
Them  folks  aint  no  relations  of  mine." 


An  Englishman  who  had  been  holidaying  in 
the  far  north  paid  a  visit  to  the  battlefield  of 
Culloden.  His  driver,  a  fine  old  Highlander, 
acting  as  guide,  pointed  out  to  him  every- 
thing of  interest  which  tradition  or  historical 
fact  associated  with  the  fight.  "And  there," 
said  the  guide,  pointing  with  his  whip  to  a 
field  not  far  off,  "lie  the  English."  "Ah ! 
Very  interesting,"  replied  the  Englishman. 
"Yes,"  retorted  the  Highlander,  with  some- 
thing like  passion  in  his  voice,  "and  you  will 
noatice  that  it  iss  Scotch  oats  that  iss  growing 
there." 


It  had  been  simply  deluging  the  streets  all 
day.  Jakey's  chum  trailed  to  the  desk,  his 
coat  dripping  to  a  degree  almost  indicative 
of  an  on-coming  Johnstown  flood.  "Please, 
teacher,  can  Jakey  and  me  stay  down  by  the 
furnace  until  we  get  dry?"  he  begged.  "By 
all  means,"  responded  the  teacher,  "but 
Sammy,  didn't  either  of  you  have  an  um- 
brella ?  It's  been  raining  all  night  and  all 
morning."  "Sure,  teacher,"  came  the  ready 
answer,  "Jakey  he  had  an  umbrella,  but  it 
was  a  brand  new  one  and  he  didn't  want  to 
get  it  wet." 

George  Horace  Lorimer  of  Philadelphia  is 
a  champion  of  scientific  management.  He 
said  the  other  day  :  "Scientific  management, 
the  bonus  system,  piece  work — all  these  are 
very  good.  They  remind  me  of  a  story.  In 
a  certain  shop  all  the  men  were  paid  by  the 
hour.  Discipline  was  lax  there.  The  output 
was  meagre.  One  day,  as  a  workman  came 
from  the  shop,  he  held  up  his  hand  to  a  pass- 
ing trolley  car,  the  car  stopped  and  waited 
for  him,  but  he  did  not  run  to  board  it,  nor 
did  he  increase  by  an  iota  his  leisurely  stride. 
The  conductor,  losing  patience  at  last,  shouted 
at  him:  'Come  on,  there!  Get  a  move  on! 
Do  a  little  piece  work  for  a  change  !'  " 


Rex  Beach  was  at  the  dress  rehearsal  of 
one  of  his  plays,  and  he  was  there  to  see  that 
everything  was  done  exactly  right.  In  one 
scene  a  member  of  the  cast  failed  to  pull 
down  his  cuffs  as  was  stipulated  in  the  stage 
directions.  "Wait  one  minute  1"  exclaimed 
Beach,  prancing  out  to  the  middle  of  the 
stage  and  interrupting  the  rehearsal.  "Halt 
right  where  you  are  !  Haven't  I  told  you  to 
pull  down  your  cuffs?  Doesn't  the  book  tell 
you    in   n.iii    down    your   cuffs?"      "Yes,   sir," 

done  it," 
em  down ! 
man  pulls 
the    actor, 


eley,   pro- 

jce  going  to 

I    asked    a 

i  he  lived 


in  a  certain  street.  "I  don't  know  his  num- 
ber," answered  the  other,  "but  the  note  of 
his  door-scraper  is  C-sharp."  Sir  Frederick 
went  off,  contentedly  kicked  the  door-scrapers 
all  down  the  street  until  he  came  to  the  right 
one,  when  he  rang  the  bell  and  went  in. 


During  the  cotton-picking  season  in  Texas 
a  colored  brother  who  had  gone  into  the 
country  to  work  returned  very  much  dis- 
gusted. "Didn't  yo'  git  no  offahs  ter  pick  no 
cotton?"  asked  a  friend.  "Sech  ez  dey  was. 
White  man  done  offered  me  one-third  o'  wat 
Ah  could  pick.  Ah  done  tuk  a  look  at  de 
field  an'  saw  dat  when  it  wah  all  picked  it 
wouldn't  amount  ter  one-third.  So  Ah  done 
lit  out  fer  home  I" 


The  young  undergraduate  was  haled  before 
his  tutor.  He  had  exceeded  his  leave  by  no 
less  than  two  days.  "Well,"  said  the  pro- 
fessor, "what  have  you  to  say  for  yourself?" 
"I'm  awfully  sorry,"  replied  the  undergrad. 
"I  really  couldn't  get  back  before.  I  was  de- 
tained by  most  important  business."  The  pro- 
fessor looked  at  him  sternly.  "So  you  wanted 
two  more  days  of  grace,  did  you?"  he  asked. 
"No,  sir,"  answered  the  young  man,  off  his 
guard   for  a  moment — "of  Marjorie." 


George  Broadhurst  tells  of  an  English  shop- 
keeper the  soul  of  amiability.  "You  are  an 
American,  sir,  are  you  not?"  he  asked. 
"Yes,"  said  Mr.  Broadhurst  to  save  lengthy 
explanations.  "Now,  I  have  a  conundrum  that 
I  always  save  for  the  Americans,  because 
they  say  they  are  so  deuced  clever.  When 
you  put  a  billiard  ball  on  the  table,  what  is 
the  first  thing  it  does?"  "Why,  I  don't  know," 
said  Mr.  Broadhurst,  uncertainly,  "perhaps  it 
waits  for  its  cue."  "Ah,  that's  very  clever, 
very  clever,"  countered  the  little  Englishman, 
"but  not  so  good  as  the  real  answer.  The 
first  thing  it  does  is  to  look  round." 


During  the  boom  days  in  a  small  town  in 
Southern  California,  when  town-lots  were 
staked  out  all  over  the  country,  a  Mr.  Brown 
offered  to  sell  a  Mr.  Jones  some  of  his  town- 
lots.  Mr.  Jones  was  not  ready  to  buy,  but 
offered  to  exchange  some  of  his  land,  asking 
Mr.  Brown  to  show  him  the  lots.  They 
stepped  into  a  buggy,  and  after  quite  a  drive 
came  to  Brown's  lots,  some  distance  from  the 
main  part  of  town.  Mr.  Jones  thought  they 
were  nice  level  lots,  and,  encouraged  there- 
by. Brown  asked  him  :  "Now,  where  is  your 
land  situated?"  "My  land?"  repeated  Jones; 
'oh,  that  is  between  here  and  the  town!" 
Naturally,  the   trade   did  not  go  through. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


A  Maid  and  a  Man. 
She    frowned,    and   then  straightway   she   smiled, 
This    fellow    completely    beguiled. 

(With  him  like  a  kitten  she  played!) 
At  first  saying  "Yes"  and  then  "No," 
She    bid    him   to    come   and    then   go, 

(Sing  ho  for  the  way  of  a  maid!) 

He  swore  that  he  loved  and  adored, 
So   coaxed,    and   cajoled,    and    implored, 

(He  couldn't   discover   her   plan!) 
But  then,  when  his  patience  was  spent, 
He  picked  up  his  hat,  and  he  went. 

(Sing  ho    for  the  way   of  a  man!) 

— Lippincott's    Magazine. 


Poor  Old  Father. 
[Sentiments    of    a    Sophomore.] 
Poor  old  father  never  had  a  college  education, 
He    never    scored    a    touchdown    and    he    never 
kicked  a   goal; 
Poor  old    father  never  won  a   wild  crowd's  appro- 
bation, 
The  praise  of  cheering  thousands  never   thrilled 
him  to  the  soul. 

Alas  for  poor  old  dad, 
What  a  sad  life  he  has  had! 
He    has    never    won    distinction    by    his    vaulting 
with  a  pole. 

Poor  old  father  never  joined  a  Beta  or  a  Sigma, 

He  had  to  earn  his  living  at  a  very  tender  age; 
He   never   hazed    a    freshman    and    escaped    without 
a  stigma, 
Nor   with   a  glee  club   ever   set  his    foot  on  an> 
stage. 

He  has  wasted  all   his  days 
Plodding  in  prosaic  ways, 
And    his    name   was    never   printed    large    on    any 
sporting   page. 

Poor  old  father  never  had  a  chance  to  be  a  hero, 
He  never  won  approval   from  the  captain  of  his 
team, 
All    his    triumphs    have    amounted    to    a    poor    and 
simple    zero. 
His     life     was     never     brightened     by     a     solitary 
gleam. 

Poor  old  chap,  he  never  bowed 
To  a   howling,    whooping   crowd; 
lie    has    never    guessed    what    gladness   comes    to 
one  who  is  supreme. 

Poor    old    father!      All    his    life   has    been    inconse- 
quential ; 
He  never  did  a  thing  to  cause  an  eager  mob  to 
shout; 
He    never    had    the    knowledge    that    his    presence 
was  essential 
To    keep    dear    alma    mater's    hopes    from    going 
up   the    spout. 

Poor  old    patient,    plodding   wight, 
I  must  write  to  him  tonight. 
For  I  find  that  my  allowance  has  already  petered 
out.  — Chicago    Record-Herald.       | 


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Office  Hours:  10  o'clock  a.  m.  to  3  o'clock 
p.  m.,  except  Saturdays  to  12  o'clock  M.  and 
Saturday  evenings  from  6:30  o'clock  p.  m.  to 
8  o'clock  p.  m.   for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


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T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

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Land  Agents        Timber  Cruisers 

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Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building*     •      San  Francisco 


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TORONTO 

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Surplus     1,027,308.85 

PACIFIC   COAST   DEPARTMENT 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  9,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle   of   the   social    happenings   (lur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of    San    Francisco    will   be    found   in 
the  following  department: 

Judge  Charles  W.  Slack  and  Mrs.  Slack  have 
announced  the  engagement  of  their  younger  daugh- 
ter. Miss  Ruth  Slack,  to  Judge  Edgar  Thompson 
Zook  of  San  Rafael.  Miss  Slack  is  a  sister  of 
Miss  Edith  Slack.  Judge  Zook  is  the  son  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.    F.   K.  Zook  of  San   Rafael. 

The  engagement  has  heen  announced  of  Miss 
Frances  Henry,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Howard 
H.  Henry  of  New  York,  to  Mr.  Harvey  Graham. 
Mr.  Graham  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Hubert  Yos  and 
a  brother  of  Mrs.  Jay  Gould,  who  was  formerly 
Miss    Annie    Douglas    Graham. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  W.  Kales  of  Oakland  have 
announced  the  engagement  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Rose  Kales,  to  Mr.  James  Brandon  Brady  of  this 
city.  Miss  Kales  is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Thomas 
Knowles,  Mr.  Spencer  Kales,  and  Mr.  Frank 
Kales. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Innes  Keeney  and  Mr. 
Willard  Cranston  Chamberlin  took  place  Wednes- 
day evening  at  nine  o'clock  in  Trinity  Church. 
Judge  T.  Z.  Blakeman  gave  his  niece  into  the 
keeping  of  the  groom.  Miss  Harriett  Alexander 
was  the  bride's  maid  of  honor  and  the  brides- 
maids were  the  Misses  Augusta  Foute,  Ysabel 
Chase,  Gertrude  Thomas,  Fredericka  Otis,  Helen 
Dean,  and  Ethel  McAllister.  Mr.  Chambeilin  was 
attended  by  his  brother,  Mr.  Morgan  Chamberlin, 
who  came  from  Boston  to  be  best  man.  The 
ushers  were  the  Messrs.  Melville  Eowman,  Charles 
Chapman,  Maurice  Sullivan,  Allen  Taylor,  Charles 
Keeney,  and  John  Young.  A  reception  was  given 
in  the  ball-room  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  by .  the 
bride's  mother,  Mrs.  Charles  Mcintosh  Keeney, 
who  was  assisted  in  receiving  by  her  daughter, 
Mrs.  Theodore  Tomlinson  of  New  York.  The 
bride  is  a  niece  of  Mrs.  T.  Z.  Blakeman  and  Dr. 
James  YV.  Keeney,  and  a  cousin  of  Mrs.  Robert 
McMillan,  Mrs.  Talbot  Walker,  Miss  Helen 
Keeney,  and  Mr.  Charles  Keeney.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Chamberlin  will  reside  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  upon 
their  return  from  a  wedding  trip. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Elizabeth  Hicks,  daughter 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  S.  Hicks  of  Los  Angeles, 
and  Lieutenant  Robert  Frank  Gross,  U.  S.  N.,  took 
place  Wednesday  evening,  October  30.  Miss 
Sarah  McFarland  was  the  bride's  maid  of  honor 
and  the  Misses  Katherine  Stearns  and  Margaret 
Gaft'ey  were  the  bridesmaids.  Lieutenant  H.  R. 
Kellar,  U.  S.  X.,  was  the  groom's  best  man,  and 
the  ushers  were  Lieutenants  Thomas  A.  Lyming- 
ton,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Charles  F.  Pousland,  U.  S.  N„ 
Ensign  H.  T.  Smith,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mr.  Ralph 
Phelps  of  this  city.  Mrs  Gross  is  a  niece  of  Mrs. 
Walter  L.  Dean  of  San  Rafael,  Mrs.  Lansing  Kel- 
logg and  Miss  Alice  Hagen  of  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  entertained  one 
hundred  and  sixty  guests  at  a  dinner  Monday 
evening  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  in  honor  of  Lieu- 
tenant-Commander David  F.  Sellars,  U.  S.  N.,  and 
Mrs.  Sellars.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Winship  have  issued 
invitations  to  a  dance  Thursday  evening,  Novem- 
ber 21,  at  the  California  Club.  The  event  will  be 
the  debut  of  Mrs.  Winship's  sister,  Miss  Margaret 
Casey. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
and  theatre  party  in  honor  of  Miss  Ella  Eustis, 
niece  of  Mr.  James  Eustis,  former  ambassador  to 
France. 

Mrs.  E.  J.  McCutchen  gave  an  informal  lunch- 
eon last  week  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Pelham  Ames  of 
New    York. 

.Mrs.  Harry  N.  Stetson  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  her  home  in  Burlingame  complimentary  to 
Mrs.    Edward    Vail    of  Montccito. 

Mrs.  Percy  Moore  also  entertained  in  honor 
of    Mrs.    Vail. 

Mrs.  Osgood  Hooker  gave  a  luncheon  last  Sat- 
urday at  her  home  in  Burlingame  in  honor  of 
Mrs.    Gertrude  Atherton. 

The  Misses  Gladys  and  Linda  Buchanan  enter- 
tained a  number  of  their  friends  at  a  tea  at  their 
apartment  on   Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  John  Landers  gave  a  spider-web  party  in 
honor  of  her  little  granddaughter,  Miss  Helen  Tal- 
lant. 

Mrs.  J.  B.  Wright  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
and  bridge  party  Wednesday  at  the  Francisca 
Club. 

Dr.  Grant  ScUridge  entertained  a  dozen  friends 
nt   a  stag  dinner  at  Ins  home  on   Clay    Street. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Graham  Crothers  gave  a  tea  and 
musicale   at  her   home  on   Laurel    Street. 

Helen    Dean    gave    a   Hallowe'en    luncheon 
in  honor  of  Miss  Innes   Keeney. 

Mr.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  gave  a  stag  dinner 
Friday  night,  when  he  entertained  his  best  man 
and    u  I 

Mr.  Maurice  Sullivan  was  host  Saturday  even- 
ing at  a  theatre  and  supper  party  in  honor  of 
and  Mr.  Chamberlin,  who  were 
again  the  complimented  guests  at  a  dinner  Sun- 
day evening,  when  Mr.  diaries  Chapman  was 
liost. 

-    Sunday   after- 


noon at  an  eggnog  party  in  honor  of  Miss  Keeney 
and  Mr.   Chamberlin. 

The  Misses  Maud,  Dorothy,  and  Lottie  Woods 
were  hostesses  at  a  Hallowe'en  party  at  their  home 
on   California  Street. 

Mrs.  Armand  Cailleau  gave  a  musicale  Wednes- 
day afternoon. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  E.  Hough  gave  a  small 
reception  Sunday  afternoon  after  the  christening 
of  their  infant  daughter,  who  was  named  Edwina 
Johanna  Hough. 

Mrs.  Alexander  McCracken  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Wednesday  in  honor  of  Mrs.  David  Willis  and 
Miss  Margaret  Holmes. 

The  Misses  Holden  gave  a  tea  Wednesday  com- 
plimentary to  the  Misses  Sherwood  of  Alameda. 

Mrs.  Germaine  Vincent  entertained  a  number 
of  the  season's  debutantes  at  a  tea  Thursday  in 
honor  of  Miss  Harriet  Pomeroy. 

Miss  Hannah  Du  Bois  will  give  a  luncheon  at 
the  Francisca  Club  Monday,  November  11,  in 
honor  of  Miss  Corona  Williams  of  Berkeley. 

Miss  Laura  Baldwin  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
luncheon,  Wednesday,  November  13,  compli- 
mentary to    Miss   Kate   Peterson. 

Mrs.  Crawford  Clark  will  entertain  a  number 
of  young  people  at  a  luncheon,  Tuesday,  Novem- 
ber 19,  in  honor  of  her  granddaughter,  Miss  Mil- 
dred Baldwin,  and  Miss-  Kate  Peterson. 

Miss  Lillian  Van  Vorst  will  give  a  luncheon, 
Friday,  November  IS,  complimentary  to  Miss 
Helen    Stone  and  Miss  Constance  Metcalfe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Lee  Leonard  will  give 
a  dance  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis,  Friday  evening, 
November  22,  in  honor  of  Miss  Helen  Stone  and 
Miss   Nancy  Glenn. 

Consul-General  Ross  and  Mrs.  Ross  will  re- 
ceive their  friends  on  the  first  Wednesday  even- 
ing of  each  month  at  the  Hotel  Stewart  from 
eight  to  ten  o'clock  and  will  be  at  home  the 
evenings  of  the  first  Thursdays  at  their  residence, 
1207  Benton  Street,  in  Alameda.  Their  first  re- 
ceptions  were   given    this   week. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mrs.  Henry  T.  Scott  has  returned  from  Eu- 
rope, where  she  has  been  spending  the  past  six 
months  with  relatives.  She  is  entertaining  her 
niece,  Miss  Mills,  of  London.  Mr.  Scott,  who 
went  East  a  few  weeks  ago,  accompanied  Mrs. 
Scott  and  Mrs.  Mills  on  their  trip  from  New 
York. 

Mrs.  Theodore  Tomlinson  (formerly  Miss  Ethel 
Keeney)  arrived  Monday  from  New  York  to  at- 
tend the  wedding  of  her  sister,  Miss  Innes 
Keeney,  who  was  married  Wednesday  evening  to 
Mr.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin.  Mrs.  Tomlinson  was 
accompanied  by  her  brother-in-law,  Mr.  David 
Tomlinson. 

Mrs.  Frances  Carolan  and  Mrs.  Harry  Poett 
left  Tuesday  for  New  York,  where  they  will 
spend  three   weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Vincent  Whitney  are  established 
for  the  winter  in  their  home  on  Vallejo  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  left 
Tuesday  for  New  York,  where  they  will  join  Mrs. 
Crocker's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Ir- 
win, who  have  been  spending  several  weeks  in 
Boston. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  H.  Sherwood  and  the 
Misses  Avis  and  Mary  Sherwood  have  returned  to 
Piedmont  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  the 
Santa    Cruz    Mountains. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker  have  changed 
their  plans  and  will  not  go  to  Europe  as  they 
originally  intended.  Mrs.  Baker  is  in  New  York 
at  present,  but  will  return  home  before  Thanks- 
giving. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Albert  Russell  have  closed  their 
home  in  Belvedere  and  are  occupying  an  apart- 
ment on   California  and   Jones   Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  W.  Mailliard,  Miss  Marian 
Leigh  Mailliard,  and  the  Messrs.  Ward  and  Page 
Mailliard  have  returned  from  Belvedere  to  their 
town    house    on    Gough    Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Christian  de  Guigne,  Jr.,  have 
leased  the  home  in  San  Mateo  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
J.  B.  Casserly,  who  will  spend  the  next  two  years 
in    Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  and  their  two 
little  daughters  have  returned  from  a  month's 
visit  in  New  York. 

Mrs.  Louis  Findlay  Monteagle  left  this  week 
for  New  York  en  route  to  Europe,  where  she  will 
join  Mr.  Monteagle  and  their  son,  Mr.  Kenneth 
Monteagle.  They  will  spend  the  winter  in 
Munich. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Lawson  have  returned  from 
their  wedding  trip  and  are  residing  in  Bur- 
lingame. 

Miss  Ruth  Winslow  has  returned  from  Napa 
County,  where  she  has  been  the  guest  of  Miss 
Ysabel    Chase. 

Rev.  Edward  Morgan  is  established  for  the  win- 
ter   at   the    Hotel    Monroe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  ¥..  O.  McCormick  and  their  two 
little  daughters  have  gone  East  to  visit  relatives 
in  Chicago  and  Cincinnati.  Upon  their  return 
they  will  reside  on  Broadway  between  Laguna 
and    Buchanan    Streets,    their    former    home,    which 


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By  special  arrangement  we  use 
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until    recently    has    been    leased    to    Mr.    and    Mrs. 
George  Armsby. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  H.  Dibblee  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  on  California  Street  after 
having  spent  the   summer  in    Ross. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  J.  Ralston  have  gone  to  the 
Orient  for  an  indefinite  visit  for  the  benefit  of 
Mr.  Ralston's  health.  They  were  accompanied  by 
Miss    Selby  of  Los  Gatos. 

Mrs.  Samuel  Blair  and  Miss  Jennie  Blair  re- 
turned last  Thursday  from  Monterey,  where  they 
have  been  spending  the  summer.  They  are  con- 
templating a  trip  to  Coronado  to  remain  during  the 
winter. 

Mr.  Morgan  Chamberlin  left  Thursday  for  Los 
Angeles  en  route  to  his  home  in   Boston. 

Miss  Janet  Moore,  who  lately  returned  from 
the  Orient,  and  who  has  been  a  guest  of  Miss 
Kate  Peterson  in  Belvedere,  returned  last  week 
to  her  home  in   Redlands. 

Mrs.  W.  J.  Somers,  Miss  Janet  Moore,  and 
Miss  Kate  Peterson  are  enjoying  a  motor  trip  in 
the  southland.  They  left  the  city  on  Thursday- 
last. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willis  Polk  have  returned  from 
New  York,  where  they  went  to  attend  the  wed- 
ding of  their  son,  Mr.  Austin  Percy  Moore,  and 
Miss  Katrina  Page-Brown. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gordon  Blanding,  Miss  Hen- 
riette  Blanding,  and  Mr.  Tevis  Blanding  came  to 
town  last  week  from  Belvedere  and  are  estab- 
lished at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  John  G.  Kittle  and  her  sons,  the  Messrs. 
Allen  and  Jack  Kittle,  moved  over  from  Ross 
Monday  and  are  occupying  their  town  house  on 
Scott    Street    and    Pacific    Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Robert  Hayes  Smith  returned 
Sunday  from  New  York,  where  they  have  been 
spending  a  month. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Augustus  Taylor  have  rented  for 
the  winter  the  home  of  Mrs.  William  Wood,  who 
left  recently  for  a  trip  to  India. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Taylor,  Jr.,  will  spend 
the  winter  with  Mrs.  William  H.  Taylor,  Sr.,  at 
her    home    on    Pacific    Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gerald  Rathbone  spent  the  week- 
end in  Ross  as  the  guests  of  Mrs.  John  G.  Kittle. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rathbone  are  established  for  the 
winter  at  the  home  on  Broadway  of  Mrs.  Rath- 
bone's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Josselyn. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  D.  Boyd  have  closed  their 
home  in  San  Rafael  and  are  occupying  a  house 
on  Pacific  Avenue  near  Buchanan  Street.  Mrs. 
Boyd  has  recovered  from  a  recent  illness  at  the 
Adler    Sanatorium. 

Mrs.  Holland  M.  Stevenson,  widow  of  Commo- 
dore Stevenson,  U.  S.  N.,  has  returned  from  the 
East  and  is  visiting  her  sister,  Mrs.  Bronti  M. 
Atkins. 

Mrs.  George  R.  Wells  has  returned  from  Chi- 
cago, where  she  has  been  visiting  her  daughter, 
Mrs.    Charles   Huse. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  will  spend  the 
next  few  weeks  in  New  York  and  upon  their 
return  will  open  their  town  house  for  the  season. 

Miss  Eleanor  Holden  has  returned  from  Los 
Angeles,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  summer 
with  her  sister,  Mrs.  Charles  Pope. 

Mirza  AH  Kuli  Khan,  charge  d'affaires  of  the 
Persian  legation,  arrived  last  week  from  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  and  spent  a  few  days  here  en 
route  to  Santa  Barbara  to  visit  his  nephew,  who 
is   attending  school    in   the   southern  city. 

Miss  Marguerite  Doe  of  Santa  Barbara  is  visit- 
ing Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hiram  Johnson,  Jr.  (formerly 
Miss   Amy    Bowles). 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  S.  Woodward  have  re- 
turned from  their  wedding  trip  and  are  residing 
at  the  Hotel  Sutter. 

Mrs.  William  Mayo  Newhall,  Mrs.  Mount  ford 
S.  Wilson,  Mrs.  Sidney  B.  Cushing,  and  Miss 
Jennie  Hooker  spent  a  few  days  recently  in  Mon- 
terey. 

Miss  Minnie  Bertram  Houghton  has  returned, 
home  after  having  spent  the  summer  in  Connecti- 
cut with   her  sister,    Mrs.   Morgan  G.    Bulkeley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  Tobin  have  arrived 
from  London,  where  they  were  married  recently, 
and  will  spend  the  winter  in  this  city.  Mrs. 
Tobin  was   formerly  Miss  Abby   Parrott. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alden  Anderson  of  Sacramento 
have  been  spending  the  past  week  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

Mr.  Thomas  Riggs,  Jr.,  of  Washington,  '  D.  C, 
has  been  a  recent  visitor  in  the  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stanley  Morshead  and  family 
have  returned  from  Europe  and  are  residing  at 
the    Fairmont  Hotel. 

Judge  James  A.  Cooper,  Mrs.  Cooper,  and  Miss 
Ethel  Cooper  returned  Monday  from  Europe  and 
are  established  for  the  winter  in  the  apartment 
of  Mr.  and   Mrs.   Downey  Harvey. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Miller  Graham  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  in  Montecito  after  a  visit 
in  Europe. 

Mr.  Maurice  Sullivan  left  Thursday  for  a  few- 
weeks'   visit  in   the   East. 

Mrs.  Pelham  Ames  has  returned  to  her  home  in 
New  York  after  a  brief  visit  with  her  son,  Mr. 
Worthington  Ames. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clarence  Walter  have  gone  East 
for  a  brief   visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leopold  Michaels  have  returned 
from  Europe  and  are  occupying  their  apartments 
at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis.  , 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  A.  Donohoe,  the  Misses 
Katherine    and    Christine    Donohoe,    are    established 


for  the  winter  in  the  Schwabacher  house  on  Jack- 
son  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  M.  Bunker  have  taken 
apartments  at  the  Hotel  Bellevue  for  the  winter. 

Mr.  Thornwell  Mullally  has  returned  from  an 
extended  visit  in  the  East. 

Mr.  Sidney  Smith  of  New  York  is  visiting  his 
son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Rutherford,    at   the   Hotel    Granada. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Hastings  and  their  chil- 
dren have  returned  from  Europe  and  are  again 
in   their  home  in    San   Mateo. 

Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis,  Mr.  William  S.  Tevis, 
Jr.,  and  Mr.  Gordon  Tevis  have  been  spending  a 
few  days  at  their  home  in   Bakersfield. 

Miss  Janet  von  Schroder  has  recently  been 
visiting  Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  at  her  home  on 
Broadway. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  Tubbs  have  closed  their 
home  on  Broadway  and  are  en  route  to  Europe, 
where  they  will  travel  during  the  next  year.  In 
New  York  they  were  joined  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  Tuttle  of  Colusa  and  Miss  Charlotte 
Tuttle,  who  will  accompany  them  to  Egypt. 
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Dustin  Farnum  is  coming  to  the  Columbia 
Theatre  to  present  Edward  Peple's  great  play, 
"The  Littlest  Rebel."  The  engagement, 
which  is  to  be  a  limited  one,  begins  Sunday 
night,  November  17. 


The  home  in  Burlingame  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Baldwin  Wood  has  been  brightened  by  the  ad- 
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THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Semi-official  returns  of  Tuesday's  election 
show  the  following  results  in  San  Francisco  : 

Wilson  ( Democratic)  electors  had  a  plu- 
rality of  10,397,  out  of  a  total  vote  of  101,201. 

Julius  Kahn  (Republican)  was  reelected  to 
Congress  in  the  Fourth  District  by  a  plu- 
rality  of   10,642. 

John  I.  Nolan  (Republican)  was  elected  to 
Congress  in  the  Fifth  District  by  a  plurality 
of  9242. 

Edwin  L.  Grant  (D.)  in  the  Nineteenth, 
Fred  C.  Gerdes  (R.)  in  the  Twenty-First,  and 
Thomas  Finn  (R.)  in  the  Twenty-Third  Dis- 
trict, were  elected  to  the  state  senate. 

W.  A.  McDonald  (R.),  John  J.  Ford  (D.), 
James  J.  Ryan  (R.),  William  M.  Collins 
(R.),  William  C.  McCarthy  (D.),  William  B. 
Bush  (R.),- Edward  P.  Walsh  (D.),  William 
R.  Scott  (R.),  Ign.  A.  Richardson  (D.),  Ed- 
ward J.  D.  Nolan  (R.),  Milton  L.  Schmitt 
(R.),  Arthur  L.  Shannon  (D.),  and  Victor  J. 
Canepa  (R.)  were  elected  members  of  the 
state   assembly. 

James  V.  Coffey,  Thomas  F.  Graham,  Ed- 
mund P.  Mogan,  and  William  P.  Lawlor  were 
reelected  judges  of  the  superior  court. 

The  voters  declared  by  a  majority  of  29,200 
in  favor  of  accepting  the  Carnegie  gift  of  a 
library  fund. 

The  remaining  indictments  against  Louis 
Glass,  vice-president  of  the  Pacific  Telephone 
and  Telegraph  Company,  have  been  dismissed 
by  the  superior  court.  The  indictments  were 
eleven  in  number  and  are  the  last  of  the  so- 
called   "graft  prosecution." 


Cardinal  Farley,  archbishop  of  New  York 
and  one  of  the  most  distinguished  of  the 
Catholic  prelates  in  the  United  States,  ar- 
rived here  Saturday  evening  on  an  unofficial 
visit  to  the  West.    

The  State  Supreme  Court  has  decided  that 
San  Francisco  can  not  levy  and  collect  taxes 
to  meet  the  interest  and  sinking  fund  charges 
on  bonds  that  have  been  issued  but  have  not 
been  sold.  The  action  was  begun  by  E.  P. 
Connelly  as  to  a  $17,000,000  bond  issue  au- 
thorized in  1905.  Connelly  held  that  as  long 
as  these  bonds  were  unsold,  no  taxes  should 
be  assessed  to  provide  for  them.  A  rebate 
of  12 \'z  cents  on  every  $100  valuation  is  due 
from  the  city  to  every  person  who  paid  such 
taxes.  

Mrs.  Carrie  Chapman  Catt,  American  suf- 
fragist, arrived  in  San  Francisco  Monday  on 
the  Japanese  liner  Clnyo  Maru,  after  eighteen 
months  spent  in  the  Orient  studying  socio- 
logical  conditions  as  they  apply  to  women. 


The  California  Miners'  Association  will 
hold  its  sixteenth  annual  convention  in  Na- 
tive Sons'  Hall,  San  Francisco,  on  Monday, 
Tuesday,  and  Wednesday,  December  9,  10, 
and  11.  

Fifty  additional  volunteers  were  sent  to 
the  seat  of  war  last  Friday  by  the  Servian 
National  Defense  League.  They  will  pro- 
ceed direct  to  New  York,  where  they  will 
join  the  company  which  left  here  the  week 
before. 


Yolanda  Mero,  Pianist,  this  Sunday   Afternoon. 

Mme.  Yolanda  Mero,  the  famous  Hungarian 
pianiste,  who,  Manager  Will  Greenbaum  pre- 
dicts, will  make  a  sensation  here,  will  give 
her  first  concert  on  the  Pacific  Coast  at  Scot- 
tish Rite  Auditorium  this  Sunday  afternoon. 
November  10,  at  2:30.  The  programme  will 
include  Beethoven's  Sonata,  Op.  Ill,  which 
has  not  been  played  here  since  Josef  Hof- 
raan's  season ;  Bach's  Chromatic  Fantasie 
and  Fugue,  and  works  by  Chopin,  Dohnanyi, 
Merkler,  and  Liszt,  and  it  is  in  the  playing 
of  the  Liszt  arrangements  of  the  music  of 
her  native  land  that  this  artiste  simply  car- 
ries  away  her  audiences. 

The  second  concert  will  be  given  next 
Thursday  night,  November  14,  when  a  new 
series  of  Variations  by  Dohnanyi,  and  an 
Etude  in  Octaves  by  Aghazzy  will  be  heard 
here  for  the  first  time,  and  Beethoven's  So- 
nata, Op.  109,  will  be  played  for  the  first 
time  here  in  many  years.  Compositions  by 
Chopin,  Schubert,  Carl  Heymann,  Liszt,  and 
an  arrangement  of  the  Magic  Fire  Music  from 
"Die  Walkure"  will  complete  the  splendid 
offering. 

The  farewell  concert  with  another  great 
programme  will  be  given  Saturday  afternoon, 
November   16. 

Tickets  for  all  the  Mero  performances  are 
now  on  sale  at  the  music  store  box-offices. 


Alice  Nielsen  Opera  Performances. 
Manager    Will     L.     Greenbaum    announces 
that  he  will  now  receive  mail  orders  for  what 
will   unquestionably   be    the   musical   sensation 

nf  the  season    ,,>-     "• ranees  of  Alice  Niel- 

1   of  the  Metropolitan 

who     has    surrounded 

I  u»y    of    stars    from    the 

The    musical    director 

Rimini    of    the    Roya. 

id  now  attached   to   the 

•  •iY,   who   will   wield   his 

*icent    grand    opera    or- 

-   \ 

•".  (i o  Niel sen    is    really    a 

jiatory  of  San  Francisco, 


for  it  was  here  she  achieved  her  first  tri- 
umphs and  it  was  here  that  she  remarked  "I 
am  going  to  reach  the  top  of  the  ladder," 
and  she  has  certainly  done  it,  for  Berlin, 
London,  Vienna,  Boston,  and  New  York  have 
all  clamored  for  her  services  this  season. 

The  first  Nielsen  performance  will  be  given 
at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium  on  Thursday 
night,  November  21,  when  Wolf-Ferarri's 
opera,  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne,"  will  be  given 
in  its  original  version,  and»the  original  beau- 
tiful orchestration,  for  which  Miss  Nielsen 
possesses  the  sole  rights  in  this  city,  any 
performances  by  others  necessarily  being  with 
piano  and  a  few  string  instruments.  The 
stage  settings  will  be  very  handsome  and  the 
costumes  the  original  ones  used  at  the  Bos- 
ton  Opera  House. 

Preceding  the  performance  a  grand  opera 
concert  will  be  given,  in  which  Mile.  Swartz, 
prima-donna  contralto,  Signor  Ramella,  lyric 
tenor,  Signor  Fornari,  baritone,  and  Signor 
Mardones,  basso,  will  sing  arias  from  their 
favorite  roles,  and  Miss  Nielsen  will  sing  a 
number  of  works. 

The  second  and  positively  last  performance 
of  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne"  will  be  given 
Sunday  afternoon,  November  24,  with  an  en- 
tire change  in  the  concert  portion  of  the 
programme. 

The  box-offices  will  be  open  at  the  music 
stores  on  Monday,  November   18. 

In  Oakland,  Miss  Nielsen's  company  will 
give  one  performance,  at  Ye  Liberty  Play- 
house, on  Friday  afternoon,  November  22, 
presenting  a  version  of  "The  Barber  of  Se- 
ville," with  the  full  cast  and  orchestra,  and 
also  preceded  by  a  quite  unusual  concert  pro- 
gramme. For  this  event  mail  orders  should 
be  sent  to  H.  W.  Bishop,  at  Ye  Liberty. 


Rupert  Schmid,  the  eminent  sculptor  of 
Munich,  Germany,  who,  prior  to  the  fire,  cre- 
ated many  of  the  famous  works  of  art  in  San 
Francisco,  returned  to  the  city  a  few  days 
ago  on  account  of  the  Panama-Pacific  Inter- 
national Exposition.  Mr.  Schmid  visited 
many  of  the  foreign  countries  while  absent 
and  executed  busts  and  statues  of  King  Louis, 
Prince  Duponteil,  Prince  Tugger,  Pope  Leo 
XIII  (from  life),  President  Diaz,  Dr.  Liebig, 
John  D.  Rockefeller,  Thomas  A.  Edison,  the 
monuments  of  General  U.  S.  Grant,  of  Presi- 
dent Grover  Cleveland,  George  W.  Childs, 
Archbishop  von  Scherr,  and  members  of  the 
nobility  of  Germany,  France,  and  England. 
It  was  Rupert  Schmid  who  carved  the  famous 
statue  "The  California  Venus,"  the  subject 
of  which  was  the  beautiful  Marion  Nolan, 
whom  the  women  of  California  selected  by 
contest  as  the  great  feature  of  attraction  in 
the  Women's  Building  at  the  World's  Fair  in 
Chicago.  Mr.  Schmid  is  the  inventor  of  the 
new  portrait  reliefs  made  in  full  figure  and 
known  as  Galvanobronze.  Mr.  Schmid  con- 
templates the  carving  of  another  statue  of 
symbolic  character,  and  has  selected  for  his 
subject  a  San  Francisco  girl.  It  is  expected 
that  the  statue  will  be  completed  shortly  and 
put  on  exhibition. 


"The  Lady  of  the  Slipper,"  a  musical  and 
pantomimic  version  of  "Cinderella,"  was  pro- 
duced in  New  York  last  week  with  Elsie 
Janis,  David  Montgomery,  and  Fred  Stone  as 
the  principal  figures  in  a  big  cast.  The  play 
was  written  by  one  woman  and  two  men,  ac- 
cording to  the  theatre  programme,  but  why  so 
many  authors  were  needed  does  not  appear,  as 
the  dancing  of  Miss  Janis,  Fred  Stone,  and 
Lydia  Lopoukowa  furnished  the  real  features 
of  the  piece.  Victor  Herbert  wrote  the 
music,  which  is  said  to  be  sprightly.  Hand- 
some chorus  girls  and  gayly  colored  costumes 
were,  of  course,  distinctly  noticeable  in  the 
production. 


The  next  great  vocal  recitals  to  be  offered 
by  Manager  Greenbaum  will  be  given  by  Mme. 
Jeanne  Gerville-Reache,  the  French  contralto, 
whose  beautiful  voice  and  artistry  made  such 
an  impression  in  this  city  two  years  ago.  At 
that  time  Mme.  Gerville-Reache  came  here 
comparatively  unknown,  but  after  her  first 
concert  her  wonderfully  true  contralto  voice 
was  the  main  topic  of  conversation  in  mu- 
sical circles,  it  being  the  general  opinion  that 
it  was  the  richest  voice  of  the  kind  heard 
here  since  Scalchi's  days. 

In  rapid  succession  the  Columbia  Theatre 
will  offer  Dustin  Farnum  in  "The  Littlest 
Rebel" ;  the  big  musical  comedy  production 
of  "The  Quaker  Girl"  ;  Werba  and  Luescher's 
notable  production  of  "The  Rose  Maid" ; 
David  Warfield  in  "The  Return  of  Peter 
Grimm";  the  revival  of  "Ben  Hur,"  and 
Lehar's   latest   opera,   "Gypsy   Love." 


The  financial  results  of  the  first  three  per- 
formances of  '"Ariadne,"  the  new  'Strauss 
opera,  at  Stuttgart  are  said  to  represent  an 
unapproached  record  for  Germany.  The  total 
receipts  for  seat  sales  aggregated  $22,500. 
The  cost  of  the  production  is  also  under- 
stood to  be  unprecedented,  each  performance 
representing  an  outlay  of  $5750. 


Thanksgiving  Turkey  Favors — Dainty  little 
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It  is  estimated  that  a  million 
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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Gabe — What  was  the  original  pay-as-you- 
enter  car  ?  Steve — The  Roosevelt  band- 
wagon.— Cincinnati  Enquirer. 

"Young  Jones  says  that  all  that  he  needs 
is  a  start."  "No ;  what  he  needs  is  a  self- 
starter." — American   Lumberman. 

Minerva — Isn't  it  strange,  mother,  that  all 
the  heroines  in  novels  marry  poor  men? 
Mater — Yes,  my  dear ;  but  that  is  fiction. — 
Judge. 

"What!  Fifty  cents  for  putting  in  the  load 
of  coal?  You  charged  only  a  quarter  the  last 
time."  "Yes,  mum  ;  but  coal  has  ris." — Bos- 
ton Transcript. 

Howard — Hasn't  Bachelor  waited  rather 
long  before  choosing  a  wife?  Coward — Bless 
you,  no  !  He's  only  had  a  marrying  income 
since  he  was  sixty. — Life. 

He — What's  the  matter?  You  seem  miser- 
able. She — I  am.  Half  the  time  I  don't 
know  whether  I've  got  goose  flesh  or  prickly 
heat. — Cincinnati  Enquirer. 

De  Daub — Poor  Smaro  is  painting  nothing 
but  night  scenes  now.  OTmpresso — How's 
that?  De  Daub — He  has  only  a  tube  of  black 
paint  left. — Kansas  City  Star. 

"The  colonel  has  seen  a  lot  of  warfare." 
"Has  he  participated  in  a  great  many  en- 
gagements ?"  "Worse  than  that ;  he  has  been 
married  four  times." — Springfield   Union. 

"What  good  does  it  do  a  woman  for  a  man 
to  be  willing  to  die  for  her?"  he  grumbled. 
"He  might  carry  a  big  life  insurance,  you 
know,"   she  hinted. — Baltimore  American. 

"Opportunity  really  knocks  at  many  a 
door."  "Then  why  don't  more  of  us  succeed 
better  ?"  "The  trouble  is  that  Opportunity 
wants  us  to  go  to  work." — Pittsburgh  Post. 

"You  can't  judge  a  man  by  his  clothes." 
"True,"  replied  Miss  Cayenne.  "Boston, 
once  the  home  of  the  bluestocking,  is  now 
headquarters  for  the  Red  Sox." — Washington 
Star. 

Shopper — I  want  to  buy  a  necktie  suitable 
for  my  husband.  Salesman — Sorry,  madam, 
but  we  are  not  permitted  to  sell  neckties  to 
women  who  are  unaccompanied  by  men. — 
Puck. 

"Your  son-in-law  has  a  title."  "Yes,"  re- 
plied the  patient  father ;  "but  I  am  the  one 
who  is  furnishing  the  expensive  binding  ma- 
terial and  the  gilt  decoration." — Buffalo  Com- 
mercial. 

"Father,  did  mother  accept  you  the  first 
time  you  proposed  to  her?"  "Yes,  my  dear, 
but  since  then  any  proposal  that  I  have  ever 
made  she  has  scornfully  rejected." — Detroit 
Free  Press. 

"Why  did  you  insist  on  having  your  wife 
join  the  Suffragette  Club  ?"  "Because,"  re- 
plied Mr.  Meekton  grimly,  "I  want  to  see  that 
Suffragette  Club  get  all  the  trouble  that's 
coming  to   it." — Washmgton  Star. 

Houscivife  (to  tramp) — I  don't  approve  of 
people  begging.  Any  man  can  find  work  if  he 
looks  hard  enough.  Tramp — Alas,  mum,  dat's 
just  de  trouble ;  I'm  such  a  hard-looker  dat 
no  one  will  give  me  a  job. — Boston  Tran- 
script. 

Football  Athlete  (in  a  towering  rage) — 
What's  become  of  my  moleskin  pants !  His 
Mother — Now,  Everard,  there's  no  use  of 
your  raising  a  fuss.  We  had  to  cut  them  up 
to  make  a  jacket  for  your  sister. — Chicago 
Tribune. 

Dobbs — So  you're  living  in  the  country,  eh  ! 
What  kind  of  neighbors  have  you?  Are  they 
desirable?  Hobbs — Desirable  !  Great  Scott, 
we  haven't  a  thing  they  don't  desire,  especially 
in  the  way  of  gardening  implements. — New 
Orleans  Picayune. 

"That  girl  has  rejected  me  three  times," 
confided  the  disconsolate  youth.  "Well,"  re- 
plied Miss  Cayenne,  "you  should  feel  encour- 
aged. A  girl  who  will  listen  to  three  pro- 
posals from  the  same  man  must  think  some- 
thing of  him." — Washington  Star. 

"Why  are  you  trying  to  get  a  jury  of 
blondes?"  "Hardly  know  myself.  First  case 
I  ever  tried  before  a  jury  of  women.  My 
client,  as  you  see,  is  a  yellow-haired  dame, 
and  she  seems  to  think  that  brunettes  have 
a  grudge  against  blondes." — Boston  Adver- 
tiser. 

"I  might  have  married  a  millionaire,"  de- 
clared Everywoman.  "One  of  my  old  school- 
mates is  now  one."  "And  several  of  your 
schoolmates  are  working  right  in  this  town 
for  $10  a  week,"  retorted  Everyman,  "while 
one  of  them  is  in  jail.  I  guess  in  marrying 
a  chap  getting  $1500  a  year  your  average  is 
fairly  good."  And  then  Everybaby  set  up  a 
howl  and  they  had  to  stop  quarreling  to  at- 
tend to  him. — Pittsburg  Post. 

Old  Hand  (to  new  ticket  seller  at  state 
fair) — Ever  been  on  the  wicket  before  in  a 
crush?  New  Hand — Nope.  Old  Hand — 
Thought  not.  New  Hand — Why  not?  Old 
Hand — You  give  change  first,  and  tickets 
afterward.  New  Hand — What  is  the  differ- 
ence ?      Old    Hand — Hundreds    of    dollars,    my 


boy.      No   one  ever  passes   in   and   forgets  his 
tickets. — Judge. 

"I  don't  like  Maud's  voice.  Her  notes 
come  from  the  chest."  "Well,  ought  they 
not  ?"  "No.  they  ought  to  stay  there." — Bos- 
ton Transcript. 


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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  Down  to  a  Frazzle— Election  Aftermath- 
Austria  and  Servia — Mr.  Eryce — A  Miscarriage  of 
Justice — Washington  "Society" — Yerba  Buena — The 
American    Flag — Editorial    Notes 305-307 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn 308 

OLD  FAVORITES:     "Como,"  by  Joaquin  Miller 308 

BROADWAY  ON  ELECTION  NIGHT:  "Flaneur"  Says 
the  Celebrating  Crowds  Were  Larger  and  More  Dis- 
cordantly Eloquent  Than  Before   for  Twenty  Years...         309 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 309 

THE    SON    OF   THE    SHEIK:     How    a    Parisianized    Arab 

Found  Blood  Thicker  Than  Water 310 

THE  ROMANCE  OF  BOTTICELLI:  A.  J.  Anderson  Com- 
bines Fact  and  Fiction  in  the  Production  of  a  Biog- 
raphy             311 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
Gossip  of  Books  and  Authors — New  Books  Received ..  .312-313 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "Holiday,"  by  Fanny  Stearns  Davis; 
"Late  Summer,"  by  Mildred  Howells;  "The  Insulting 
Letter,"  by  William  Ellery  Leonard;  "Canoeing,"  by 
Douglas  Goldring    314 

DRAMA:     "The    Chocolate    Soldier"    Again.      By    Josephine 

Hart    Phelps    315 

FOYER  AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 315 

VANITY  FAIR:  Concerning  the  Mysteries  of  Feminine  At- 
tachments— As  Pictured  in  the  Street-Cars — The  Den- 
ver Reformers  and  the  Shopgirls — New  York's  Price 
for  Bread  and  Butter — Hotel  Recommendations  by  the 
Paris  "One  Hundred" — The  Most  Costly  Wardrobe  in 
the    World    316 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise          317 

THE  MERRY   MUSE 317 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             318 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief   Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   319 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the    Day 320 


Down  to  a  Frazzle. 

Eight  days  after  the  event  we  are  as  little  assured 
about  the  result  of  the  election  in  California  as  when  the 
polls  closed.  The  earlier  returns  indicated  a  large  plu- 
rality for  Wilson.  Then  there  came  from  Los  Angeles, 
where  Mr.  Meyer  Lissner  lives,  revised  returns,  wiping 
out  the  Wilson  lead  and  putting  Roosevelt  some  thou- 
sand or  more  votes  to  the  good.  When  with  the  in- 
coming of  northern  reports  Wilson  again  moved  ahead, 
there  were  still  further  corrections  from  Los  Angeles. 
For  several  days,  as  reports  have  come  in  from  the  back 
districts,  the  count  has  see-sawed  back  and  forth — first 
one  candidate  ahead  a  few  votes,  then  the  other.  As 
we  write  Wednesday  morning  Roosevelt  is  twenty-four 
votes  ahead,  with  five  precincts  to  hear  from.  Only 
God  in  the  infinitude  of  his  foreknowledge  knows  what 
the  returns  from  these  precincts  will  be.  Remote  as 
they  are  and  exempt  from  activities  which  worked  out 
such  notable  amendations  in  Los  A  :rreles,  there  is  noth- 
ing to  give  assurance  as  to  how  they  -will  turn  out. 
Practically  it  now  matters  not  at  all  •  and  the  moral 
effect  in  California  has  already  been  made.  '  The  inci- 
dent, however,  does  suggest  the  need  cf  more  effective 


machinery  for  reporting  elections.  There  are  those 
who  would  add  that  there  is  need  for  closer  inspection 
of  returns — especially  in  Mr.  Meyer  Lissner's  home 
county.  » 

Election  Aftermath. 

After  all  nothing  is  changed  fundamentally.  Wilson's 
popular  vote  almost  precisely  duplicates  Bryan's  vote  of 
four  years  ago,  therefore  it  falls  considerably  short  of  a 
majority.  If  we  make  allowances  for  four  years' 
growth  of  the  country  and  for  the  enfranchisement  of 
an  appreciable  number  of  women,  and  for  the  further 
fact  that  many  Republican  votes  were  cast  for  the 
Democratic  nominee,  as  notably  in  New  York  and  Cali- 
fornia, Wilson's  party  support  falls  short  of  the 
normal  Democratic  strength.  Democracy  has  captured 
the  presidency,  but  it  has  not  captured  the  country. 

If  the  Republican  party  had  gone  into  the  contest 
under  normal  conditions — if  it  had  been  solidly  behind 
a  single  party  nominee — the  result  would  have  been 
the  familiar  decisive  majority.  The  party  was  beaten 
because  two  nominees,  one  of  them  nominally  the 
prophet  of  a  new  party,  divided  forces  traditionally 
Republican  and,  despite  this  little  excursion  outside 
party  lines,  still  essentially  Republican.  Now  with 
elimination  of  this  irregular  personal  factor — and  the 
job  seems  fairly  complete — the  situation  remains  prac- 
tically what  it  was  before,  excepting  that  in  the  mix-up 
an  election  has  been  lost.  It  is  as  if  an  army  had  lost 
a  battle  through  a  tactical  blunder  without  any  real 
diminution  of  its  forces. 


Looking  to  the  future  of  the  Republican  party,  we 
are  reminded  that  whatever  need  for  it  there  has  been 
in  the  past  still  exists.  There  is  the  same  necessity 
as  before  for  a  political  organization  capable  by  its 
record  and  its  character — its  traditions  and  its  habits 
of  responsibility — to  sustain  the  obligations  of  govern- 
ment. There  is  the  same  need  as  before  for  a  party 
whose  temperament  leads  forward  under  advancing 
thought  yet  at  the  same  time  accepting  the  restraints 
alike  of  the  written  constitution  and  of  our  unwritten 
traditions.  There  is  the  same  need  as  before  for  a  party 
committed  by  its  principles  and  its  habits  of  thought  and 
action  to  support  of  that  large  group  of  policies,  in- 
cluding protection  of  American  industry,  which  are 
identified  with  Republican  principle  and  practice. 

From  the  Republican  party  standpoint,  and  viewing 
the  situation  broadly,  we  think  the  election  of  a  Demo- 
cratic President  no  serious  misfortune.  Periods  of  ad- 
versity in  individual  life  are  essentially  periods  of  moral 
rejuvenation,  and  we  suspect  the  analogy  holds  good 
in  the  political  sphere.  Defeat  will  tend  to  slough  off 
certain  troublesome  excrescences.  Already  it  has 
proved  effective  in  a  notable  personal  instance — in  two 
instances  if  we  may  include  California  in  the  reckon- 
ing. Defeat  likewise  takes  out  of  the  average  Repub- 
lican mind  a  certain  irritating  cockiness  which  too  often 
mars  the  manners  of  the  unfailingly  successful.  De- 
feat inspires  reflection  upon  the  reasons  back  of  it; 
and  this,  too,  is  good  for  a  party  in  its  moral  and  social 
character.  Furthermore,  a  period  of  Democratic  ad- 
ministration will  give  the  country  a  taste  of  govern- 
ment at  the  hands  of  a  party  poorly  equipped  with 
men  of  experience,  a  party  whose  theories  are  in  con- 
flict with  the  established  practice  of  the  country,  a  party 
negatively  minded  in  thought  and  habit,  bound  in  the 
very  nature  of  things  to  disturb  the  order  alike  of  the 
business  and  the  political  life  of  the  country.  Twice  be- 
fore within  the  life  of  the  present  generation  the  gov- 
ernment has  been  turned  over  to  the  Democratic  party, 
and  twice  the  experiment  has  resulted  in  ruinous  and 
abject  failure,  with  return  at  the  earliest  possible  mo- 
ment to  a  party  whose  tendencies  and  practice  are  in 
line  with  the  purpose,  habit,  and  aspiration  of  the 
country.  

If  we  eliminate  the  personality  of  Theodore  Roose- 
velt— and  he  now  having  left  the  party  is  outside  the  I 


iines  of  party  calculation — there  is  no  serious  division 
between  Republican  factions.  From  its  beginning  the 
Republican  party  has  been  a  party  of  progressive 
ideas.  Broadly  speaking,  it  has  kept  abreast  of  the 
times.  The  Taft  administration,  even  though  it  has 
failed  to  satisfy  overexhilarated  advocates  of  novel 
theories  in  government,  has  been  practically  the  most 
progressive  in  the  history  of  the  country.  There  will  be 
no  difficulty  under  sympathies  born  of  defeat  and  under 
the  necessities  of  united  action,  to  bring  the  two  wings 
of  the  party  into  cooperative  harmony.  We  shall,  we 
suspect,  see  in  the  selection  of  a  man  to  receive  the 
Republican  vice-presidential  vote  a  sign  of  willingness 
on  the  part  of  the  old-line  faction  to  cooperate  with  the 
more  progressive  element,  just  as  we  have  seen  during 
the  past  few  months  unwillingness  on  the  part  of  the 
foremost  progressives  to  abandon  old  affiliations. 

The  Republican  party,  divided  for  a  brief  time  under 
the  appeals  of  Mr.  Roosevelt,  will  surely  close  up  its 
ranks,  compromise  its  differences,  and  go  forward  as 
it  has  done  in  the  past.  And  it  will  work  out  for  itself 
certain  reforms  needed  for  its  own  moral  good.  It  will 
eliminate  the  "steam-roller,"  which,  more  or  less  em- 
ployed these  last  thirty  years,  was  brought  to  its  highest 
state  of  evil  efficiency  by  the  deft  hand  of  Theodore 
Roosevelt.  It  will  eliminate  the  sinister  campaign  con- 
tribution, which  has  become  a  snare  and  a  reproach — 
even  a  self-reproach.  It  will  break  the  alliance,  in  so 
far  as  there  has  been  a  vicious  relationship,  between  the 
party  and  big  business.  There  will  be  impressed  upon 
the  party  as  never  before  this  fact,  namely,  that  not 
only  in  honor,  but  in  policy,  scrupulous  performance 
must  follow  every  promise.  No  party  can  prosper — 
no  party  deserves  to  prosper — which  pledges  its  faith 
as  did  the  Republican  party  four  years  ago  to  tariff 
revision,  only  to  break  it.  The  lesson  has  been  learned, 
and  we  think  it  will  be  heeded. 

Is  there  doubt  in  any  mind  that  the  Republican  party 
in  its  several  factions  holds  the  powers  of  a  majority 
of  the  American  people?  If  yes,  let  the  returns  of  last 
week's  election  be  carefully  studied.  Is  there  doubt 
anywhere  that  conditions  following  the  elimination  of 
Roosevelt,  to  the  end  of  sustaining  principles  held  in 
common,  will  bring  about  compromise  and  reorganiza- 
tion? If  yes,  let  there  be  inquiry  into  the  mind  and 
spirit  of  such  leaders  of  both  factions  as  Messrs.  Taft, 
La  Follette,  Root,  Borah,  Hadley,  and  Deneen.  Does 
any  intelligent  man,  in  fact,  doubt  the  propensity  of 
men  under  mutual  defeat  to  come  together  in  support 
of  principles  mutually  cherished,  under  the  pressure  of 
such  conditions  as  a  Democratic  administration  of  the 
government  of  the  United  States  is  certain  to  apply? 
If  yes,  let  the  history  of  American  politics — of  politics 
everywhere — be  studiously  reviewed. 


If  in  what  is  above  said  we  ignore  the  Progressive 
party,  as  distinct  from  the  Republican  party,  it  is  be- 
cause no  such  party  really  exists.  There  is  indeed  a 
"progressive"  faction  of  the  Republican  party.  Its 
guides  and  prophets  in  its  national  development  are 
Senators  La  Follette  of  Wisconsin,  Borah  of  Idaho, 
and  others  who  need  not  be  named.  Although  the  rank 
and  file  of  this  faction  pretty  generally  supported  the 
candidacy  of  Roosevelt  in  the  recent  campaign,  its 
leaders,  more  long-headed  and  under  a  more  definite 
sense  of  responsibility,  remained  aloof.  Mosi  of  them 
gave  a  formal  though  tepid  support  to  Mr.  Taft.  Pro- 
gressivism  therefore  is  still  affiliated  with  the  Re- 
publican party — is  part  and  parcel  of  it.  ll  has  not 
in  supporting  Roosevelt  ceased  to  he  Republican  :  n;. 
more  than  those  Republicans  in  California  who  voted 
for  Wilson  have  ceased  to  he   Republicans. 

It  is  at  this  point  that  Mr.  Roosevelt,  in  the  state- 
ment which  he  has  given  to  the  public  after  a  week 
of  meditation,  exhibits  the  bias  of  a  distempered 
judgment.  Because  he  has  definitely  abandoned  the 
Republican    parly   he   assumes   that   all  '    for 

him  have  likewise  cut  loose  from  old  . 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  16,  1912. 


habits  of  action.  The  error  of  this  assumption  is  as 
positive  as  it  is  obvious.  A  few  enthusiasts  may  in- 
deed for  the  moment  continue  to  follow  a  beaten  and 
discredited  candidate,  but  there  will  be  few,  and 
even  these  will  soon  lose  spirit.  In  twelve  months 
from  now  there  will  not  be  enough  Rooseveltians  left — 
Rooseveltians  in  the  sense  of  having-  definitely  and 
finally  cut  loose  from  all  other  associations — to  main- 
tain even  the  pretense  of  a  national  party.  The  "pro- 
gressives," more  or  less  ashamed  of  having  been  led 
away  from  their  natural  leaders,  will  have  returned  to 
their  normal  folds  and  will  again  be  enrolled  under 
the  banner  of  Republicanism.  And  we  suspect  that 
their  tendencies  and  opinions  will  become  a  powerful 
if  not  a  predominating  influence  in  Republican  coun- 
cils. There  will  be  no  "Progressive"  party  in  the  sense 
that  Mr.  Roosevelt  has  sought  to  establish  one;  there 
will  be  a  progressive  party,  as  there  has  been  for  fifty 
Years.    And  it  will  march  under  the  old  name. 


What  will  become  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  hardly  matters. 
He  speaks  in  his  statement  of  a  "sustained  fight"  for 
"principle."  Now  he  has  no  principles  that  he  is  not 
willing  to  compromise  for  success,  or  the  hope  of  it; 
and,  fighter  though  he  is,  he  never  has  made  and  never 
will  make  a  sustained  fight.  He  has  not  in  him  the 
moral  quality  essential  to  steady  support  of  an  unpopu- 
lar cause.  Force  and  dash  he  has,  but  he  can  not  stand 
for  a  single  hour  'against  odds.  He  talks  bravely  now, 
because  that  is  his  only  possible  pose.  But  no  man 
may  know — least  of  all  himself — where  Roosevelt  may 
be  found  in  the  next  round  of  the  political  wheel.  His 
natural  instinct  is  to  ally  himself  with  success.  More 
than  once  he  has  climbed  over  the  tail-board  of  some 
band-wagon  and  rushed  forward  to  the  driver's  seat. 
He  did  it  in  the  Republican  party.  He  did  it  again 
with  the  progressive  faction.  It  is  hardly  believable 
that  he  can  work  this  trick  the  second  time  with  either 
of  these  groups;  and  it  is  not  easy  to  see  a  way  by 
which  he  may  get  into  relations  with  the.  Democrats, 
although  that  might  happen  if  Wilson  were  to  break 
down  completely.  There  remains  only  the  Socialist 
group,  towards  whose  notions  of  things  he  has  been 
drifting  rapidly  of  late.  There  are  those  who  believe 
that  he  will,  between  now  and  the  next  presidential 
election,  proclaim  himself  a  Socialist  and  try  to  elbow 
Mr.  Debs  out  of  the  leadership  of  that  party.  But 
this,  of  course,  is  mere  speculation.  Beyond  a  doubt 
a  man  so  full  of  energy,  so  gluttonous  for  lime- 
light and  applause,  will  seek  and  find  some  sphere 
of  action.  But  we  think  his  efficiency  either  for  good 
or  evil  has  been  lost.  Distinction  he  still  has  with  a 
very  considerable  power  for  social  agitation;  but  he 
stands  before  the  country  thoroughly  exposed  as  a 
colossal  egotist,  a  creature  of  immeasurable  ambition, 
selfish  beyond  all  limits,  shallow,  irresponsible,  and 
false.  

The  future  of  the  Republican  party  in  California  is 
dependent,  naturally,  upon  the  future  of  the  party  in 
the  country  at  large.  California  is  not  Democratic  be- 
cause of  a  possible  plurality  for  Wilson;  it  has  not 
abandoned  the  Republican  party  because  of  a  possible 
plurality  for  Roosevelt.  The  tendency  of  sentiment 
here  is  towards  an  advanced  progressivism,  although 
the  foundation  of  this  sentiment  is  negative  rather  than 
positive.  It  has  been  developed  as  an  element  in  a 
general  protest  against  long-established  party  condi- 
tions, rather  than  as  an  independent  movement.  It  lacks 
therefore  the  fundamental  strength  which  progressivism 
has  in  other  states,  notably  in  Iowa,  Wisconsin,  and 
Illinois,  where  it  stands  as  a  creed  by  itself.  Now  that 
the  fundamental  motive — the  protest  against  real  or 
imagined  evils  in  party  organization — has  been 
achieved,  the  California  progressives  have  really  nothing 
lift  to  fighi  fur.  There  is  no  reason  why  they  should 
not  return  to  the  Republican  fold.  There  is,  indeed, 
every  reason  why  they  should  return.  The  interests  of 
California,  traditional  and  material,  are  bound  up  with 
policies  identified  with  Republicanism  and  depending 
fur  their  enforcement  upon  Republican  party  success. 
California  stands  for  a  strong  national  policy  in  foreign 
dealings,  measurably  due  to  her  geography  and  to  the 
direct  foreign  trade  implied  by  it.  California,  we 
think,  stands  on  the  whole — though  not  unanimously — 
for  continuance  of  the  existing  Philippine  policy.  Cali- 
fornia sta  ids  for  a  liberal  attitude  on  the  part  of  the 
government  toward  river  and  harbor  development  and 
iorks  of  irrigation  and  reclamation.  Cali- 
nds  for  conservation  in  the  sense  that  that 
linn  understood  and  enforced  by  President 


Taft,  and  against  the  paralysis  of  Pinchotism.  Above 
all,  California  stands  for  the  protective  principle. 

This  enumeration  sufficiently  suggests  what  must 
happen.  California  can  not  in  respect  of  her  own  prin- 
ciples or  her  own  interests  abandon  her  long-sustained 
affiliation  with  and  support  of  Republicanism.  In  sen- 
timent she  is  overwhelmingly  Republican  and  will  re- 
main so.  

The  immediate  duty  of  the  Republicans  of  California 
is  that  of  ridding  the  party  of  factionalism  and  of  re- 
organizing it  upon  a  broadly  representative  basis.  This 
does  not  mean  a  return  to  conditions  which  prevailed 
previous  to  the  recent  revolution  in  our  affairs.  Times 
have  changed,  and  the  "old  regime"  is  as  little  to  be 
desired  now  as  is  Johnsonism.  The  need  now  is  for 
such  party  reorganization  as  may  include  every  voter 
who  upon  principle,  tradition,  habit,  or  propensity  sus- 
tains or  may  be  brought  to  sustain  the  party  relation. 
Antagonisms  old  and  new  ought  to  be  put  aside.  And 
they  must  be  put  aside  before  there  can  be  successful  co- 
'  operation  in  purposes  common  to  all. 

Probably  Governor  Johnson,  imitating  the  example 
of  Mr.  Roosevelt,  will  now  get  definitely  out  of  the 
Republican  party.  On  the  whole  we  think  it  just  as 
well  that  he  should  do  so.  We  say  this  not  in  con- 
tempt of  Mr.  Johnson,  but  rather  in  consideration  of 
reasons  as  they  present  themselves  in  the  present  pos- 
ture of  affairs.  The  immediate  situation  calls  for  what 
we  may  style  constructive-mindedness.  Agitation  of 
grievances  and  animosities — these  forces  have  had 
their  day,  for  good  or  for  evil.  The  demand  now 
is  for  building  up.  Whoever  leads  our  politics  must 
look  forward,  and  must  work  under  inspirations  of 
mind  and  temperament  tending  to  the  winning  of  sym- 
pathy and  the  enlistment  of  partisans.  Now  there  is 
nothing  in  Mr.  Johnson's  political  history  tending  to 
hopefulness  in  this  connection.  He  came  into  political 
authority  through  a  destructive  campaign.  Successful 
at  first  under  great  acclaim,  he  has  brought  the  party 
in  two  years  close  to  the  line  of  defeat.  Unless  he  can 
change  his  tactics — unless  he  can  become  a  constructive 
force — he  can  no  longer  be  of  service. 

To  speak  quite  frankly,  we  are  not  able  to  see  for 
Mr.  Johnson  any  future  in  our  politics.  We  have  no 
faith  in  his  capacity  to  turn  from  a  career  of  furious 
defamation  and  destruction  to  policies  of  cooperation 
and  re-creation.  We  doubt  his  capacity  for  the  poise 
and  tact  which  the  business  of  building  up  a  shattered 
party  requires.  In  other  words,  we  think  Mr.  Johnson's 
day  is  past.  And  we  think  it  just  as  well  on  the  whole 
that,  hanging  on  to  Roosevelt's  disappearing  coat-tails, 
he  should  draw  out  from  any  relation  to  the  Republican 
party.  , 

Austria  and  Servia. 

The  speeches  made  by  Mr.  Asquith  and  by  Mr.  Win- 
ston Churchill  at  the  lord  mayor's  banquet  can  hardly 
be  described  as  reassuring.  Referring  to  the  Balkan 
difficulty,  Mr.  Asquith  said  bluntly  that  the  map  of  Eu- 
rope must  be  remade,  while  Mr.  Churchill  specifically 
named  Germany  when  assuring  his  audience  that  the 
British  fleet  in  the  North  Sea  was  ready  for  all 
eventualities.  And  these  speeches  were  not  conven- 
tional. It  is  an  ancient  tradition  that  the  prime  minister 
must  state  the  actual  facts  of  foreign  affairs  at  the 
annual  Guildhall  banquet  and  that  he  shall  speak  vitally 
and  advisedly. 

The  main  features  of  the  situation  are  now  clear 
enough.  The  one  point  of  union  between  the  six 
powers  is  the  retention  of  Constantinople  by  the  Turks 
and  in  all  likelihood  the  victorious  Balkan  states  will 
agree  to  this.  But  there  is  already  a  sharp  division 
as  to  the  disposition  of  the  remainder  of  the  Turkish 
territory  in  Europe,  and  this  division  centres  imme- 
diately around  the  dispute  between  Austria  and  Servia. 
A  glance  at  the  map  shows  that  Servia  is  an  inland 
state  with  no  outlet  to  the  sea.  She  now  proposes  to 
claim  the  small  strip  of  land  that  will  give  her  access 
to  the  Adriatic,  and  this  proposal  Austria  has  pledged 
herself  to  prevent.  Germany  and  Italy  are  like-minded 
with  Austria,  and  these  three  make  the  Triple  Alliance. 
Opposed  to  the  Triple  Alliance  is  the  Triple  Entente, 
consisting  of  England,  France,  and  Russia,  who  are 
willing  that  Servian  ambitions  should  be  gratified.  Be- 
hind this  relatively  small  but  acute  quarrel  is  the  larger 
question  of  the  welding  into  a  powerful  federation  of 
the  various  Slav  states  hitherto  weak  and  disunited. 
Such  a  federation  would  be  as  large  as  Spain  and  it 
would  have  a  population  of  about  15.000.000.  Ob- 
viously  it   would  be  a  new  and  tremendous  factor  in 


the  politics  of  eastern  Europe. 


Austria's  objections  to  an  enlarged  Servia  and  to  a 
Slav  federation  are  part  of  her  historic  policies.  Al- 
ready governing  large  Slav  populations,  she  intends  to 
govern  them  all.  Just  as  she  annexed  Bosnia  and  Herze- 
govina, so  it  is  the  dream  of  her  statesmen  gradually 
to  enlarge  her  frontiers  until  she  becomes  the  mistress 
of  the  whole  Slav  world  of  southeastern  Europe.  The 
strip  of  land  claimed  by  Servia  and  that  will  give  her 
access  to  the  Adriatic  is  precisely  the  same  strip  that 
Austria  intends  to  use  for  her  own  ultimate  advance 
eastward.  Austria's  whole  policy  is  to  keep  the  Bal- 
kan states  weak  and  pliable  in  order  that  she  may 
swallow  them  the  more  easily  when  her  time  comes. 
Every  thought  of  a  Slav  federation  is  abhorrent  to  her. 


Mr.  Bryce. 

It  was  evident  that  Mr.  Bryce  would  wish,  sooner 
or  later,  to  lay  down  the  cares  of  the  British  embassy 
at  Washington,  but  we  have  liked  to  think  that  it 
would  be  later  rather  than  sooner.  Mr.  Bryce  has 
held  the  position  of  ambassador  extraordinary  and  min- 
ister plenipotentiary  for  nearly  six  years.  That  they 
have  been  years  of  irreproachable  dignity  and  of  fine 
democratic  simplicity  is  a  matter  of  common  knowl- 
edge. Great  Britain  paid  a  compliment  both  to  us  and 
to  herself  by  the  choice  of  a  man  so  far  removed  from 
the  ordinary  atmospheres  of  diplomacy,  so  high  in  char- 
acter and  in  mind  as  nearly  to  obliterate  the  dividing 
national  frontiers.  For  Mr.  Bryce  is  distinctly  one  of 
the  large  men  of  the  world  whose  contributions  to  wis- 
dom and  knowledge  are  universal  and  not  sectional. 
His  services  to  America  are  just  as  real  as  those  to  his 
own  country,  for  he  had  that  lofty  conception  of  states- 
manship that  regards  all  real  benefits  as  mutual  benefits, 
as  indeed  they  are.  That  Mr.  Bryce's  sympathy  with 
the  Canadian  reciprocity  measure  was  unable  to  pre- 
vail against  prejudice  and  misconception  must  be 
counted  as  a  postponement  rather  than  a  failure.  It 
is  one  of  the  disabilities  of  the  wider  political  vision 
that  it  must  wait  for  its  recognition,  and  Mr.  Bryce's 
favoring  influences  will  have  their  full  weight  when  the 
time  comes  for  the  wiser  second  thought. 

America  and  '  England  are  the  only  countries  that 
have  raised  their  ambassadorships  to  the  highest  level 
allowed  by  human  attainments.  There  has  been  a 
rivalry,  but  it  has  been  a  fine  and  wholesome  one.  It 
has  been  a  rivalry,  or  rather  let  us  say  an  emulation,  of 
character  and  intellect.  The  ambassadors  from  each 
side  of  the  water  have  been  representatives  of  the 
national  genius  rather  than  the  national  diplomacies; 
they  have  been  the  spokesmen  of  all  the  finer  develop- 
ments of  the  national  life  and  attainments.  How  far 
this  wise  emulation  has  tended  to  good  feeling  it  would 
be  hard  to  say.  Certainly  it  must  have  done  much.  To 
thousands  of  Americans  Mr.  Bryce  and  Great  Britain 
have  become  almost  synonymous  terms,  just  as  thou- 
sands of  Englishmen  think  of  Lowell,  ajnd  Hay,  and 
Choate  as  finely  and  typically  American.  National 
amities  must  have  benefited  immeasurably  from  such 
an  exchange,  and  therefore  our  regret  at  parting  from 
Mr.  Bryce  will  be  tempered  by  a  certain  pleasurable 
curiosity  as  to  where  Great  Britain  can  find,  or  whether 
she  can  find,  a  man  so  admirable  to  fill  the  vacancy. 


A  Miscarriage  of  Justice. 

A  small  item  that  appears  in  one  of  our  daily  news- 
papers seems  to  have  received  less  attention  than  its 
gravity  deserves.  It  is  to  the  effect  that  a  union  picket 
was  arrested  on  Third  Street  near  Market  Street  on  a 
charge  of  disturbing  the  peace  and  that  he  was  subse- 
quently released  on  bail  furnished  by  union  officers. 

Now  things  have  come  to  a  pretty  pass  in  San  Fran- 
cisco if  a  union  picket  may  not  disturb  the  peace,  or 
anything  else,   without   insolent   interference   from   the 
police.     For  such  an  interference  there  is  absolutely  no 
precedent  and  no  excuse.     It  is  an  outrage  upon  labor- 
union  sentiment  and  an  infringement  of  the  admitted 
liberties  enjoyed  by  unionists  and  by  no  one  else.    For 
at  least  a  generation  it  has  been  well  understood  in  San 
Francisco   that   a   union    picket   may   do    anything   he 
pleases,  from  disturbing  the  peace  to  murder,  and  that  if 
he  meets  with  resistance  in  the  execution  of  his  duties 
he  may  call  upon  the  police  either  for  active  aid  or  for 
the   blind   eye.     And   now   a   picket  has   ?ctuallv   been 
arrested  upon  a  trivial  charge  of  provoking 
like  a  riot  while  pursuing  his  usual  avot 
venting  a  citizen  from  earning  an  honest  li :>. 
hope   that   the    whole   affair   was   a   mist 
offending  policeman  will  be  reprimanded    I 
picket  will  be  discharged  by  a  paternal  m 
some  adequate  sense  of  his  debt,  past  ar 


\ 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


307 


to  union  labor.  Nothing  short  of  this  will  allay  the 
public  uneasiness  aroused  by  an  act  opposed  alike  to 
reason  and  precedent. 

Of  course  the  newspaper  that  printed  an  item  ad- 
verse to  union  labor  ought  to  be  boycotted.  It  is  true 
that  it  was  a  first  offense  and  that  the  paragraph  was 
crowded  into  the  smallest  space  and  hidden  at  the  bot- 
tom of  a  column.  But  an  example  should  be  made.  If 
pickets  are  to  be  prevented  from  disturbing  the  peace, 
if  the  union  button  is  to  carry  no  immunity  from  the 
law,  and  if  newspapers  are  to  print  facts,  then  organ- 
ized labor  has  indeed  fallen  upon  evil  days. 
■• 

Washington  "Society." 

A  Washington  dispatch  brings  news,  important  if 
true,  to  the  effect  that  the  "inner  circle  of  society"  at 
the  national  capital  is  to  be  dominated  this  coming 
winter  by  a  group  of  widows,  Mrs.  Potter  Palmer, 
Mrs.  Marshall  Field,  Mrs.  Robert  Patterson,  Mrs. 
Henry  F.  Dimock,  Mrs.  Thomas  K.  Laughlin,  Mrs. 
Frederick  D.  Grant,  and  a  long  list  of  other  women 
bearing  famous  names  and  of  plethoric  purse  being 
specifically  noted.  This  bit  of  "news"  bears  internal 
evidence  of  having  been  written  by  somebody  who  lacks 
understanding  of  the  motives  which  animate  Washing- 
ton "society"  and  of  the  forces  which  regulate  its  ope- 
rations and  powers.  For,  be  it  remembered,  the  social 
life  of  Washington  is  quite  distinct  from  that  of  any 
other  community  in  the  country,  resting  upon  wholly 
different  purposes,  subject  to  influences  and  standards 
unknown  and  unregarded  anywhere  else. 

Conventional  society  in  the  ordinary  American  city 
is  primarily  a  marriage  market;  though  its  leaderships 
are  commonly  sustained  under  motives  of  social  ambi- 
tion. It  is  an  artificial  thing  and  comes  quite  handily 
under  the  control  of  women  who  have  the  will  and  the 
means  to  organize  gayeties  for  other  people.  Any 
woman  of  tolerable  breeding,  sufficient  energy,  and 
plenty  of  money,  who  will  maintain  an  open  house,  fill  it 
with  attractive  women,  maintain  a  continuing  supply  of 
terrapin  and  bid  champagne  to  flow,  may  be  a  society 
leader.  It  helps  to  have  as  active  or  nominal  head 
of  the  family  a  man  of  political,  commercial,  literary, 
or  some  other  form  of  distinction,  but  it  is  not  essen- 
tial. Given  reasonable  respectability,  with  reasonable 
taste  and  unlimited  money,  and  the  trick  may  easily  be 
turned,  without  any  other  masculine  aid  than  that 
which  may  be  summoned  by  the  hostess's  charms  or 
arts  or  her  meat  and  drink.  Your  widow,  particularly 
if  she  have  the  heritage  of  a  famous  name,  easily  fits 
into  the  place  of  an  ordinary  society  leader.  Relieved 
from  masculine  demands  upon  her  time,  immune  from 
masculine  criticism,  unchecked  by  masculine  financial 
restraint,  she  may  queen  it  to  her  heart's  content. 

But  at  the  national  capital  society  is  quite  another 
thing.  It  is  primarily  subject  to  masculine  motives. 
It  is  essentially  if  not  strictly  a  man's  game.  Women 
have  their  part  in  it,  and  an  important  and  brilliant 
part  it  is,  but  they  attend  upon  it  rather  than  dominate 
it.  And  as  usual  where  women  play  a  man's  game — 
where  they  aid  and  conform  rather  than  lead  and  di- 
rect— they  love  it,  finding  in  it  attractions  infinitely 
more  charming  than  anything  in  the  highly  feminized 
social  life  of  non-political   communities. 

A  glance  at  the  social  practice  of  the  White  House 
will  serve  to  emphasize  the  radical  differences  between 
social  life  in  Washington  and  elsewhere.  To  begin,  we 
must  shatter  a  cherished  feminine  ideal,  that  of  the 
dominating  dignity  of  the  "first  lady  of  the  land."  The 
plain  truth  is  that  the  wife  of  the  President  has  almost 
nothing  at  all  to  do  with  the  social  life  of  the  White 
House.  If  we  except  special  entertainments  gotten  up 
on  her  .own  personal  account — and  even  these  must  in- 
clude the  women  folk  of  Cabinet  ministers,  Supreme 
Court  justices,  higher  offices  of  the  army  and  navy, 
representatives  of  foreign  countries,  etc. — the  wife  of 
the  President  neither  arranges  the  forms,  the  times,  nor 
the  personnel  of  White  House  hospitality.  Its  motives 
are  political  and  diplomatic.  It  is  therefore  under  the 
domination  of  political  and  diplomatic  personages.  Its 
details,  from  the  seating  and  pairing  of  the  guests  to 
the  decoration  of  the  table,  are  in  the  hands  of  experts 
and  specialists.  The  wife  of  the  President  has  her 
place  in  it  all,  but  it  is  a  place  which  she  never  fills  so 
gracefully  as  when  she  exercises  no  initiative  and  at- 
tempts no  interference  with  an  officially  regulated  order 
of  things.  Only  one  wife  of  a  President  within  the 
p.  ^sent  generation  has  really  administered  the  social 
life  of  the  White  House.  And  the  fame  of  that  epoch 
— sustained  by  Secretary  Evarts's  now  classic  witticism 
that  ice-water  flowed  like  wine — has  not  stimulated  any 


succeeding    "first    lady    of   the    land"    to     imitate    her 
example. 

In  view  of  these  facts  and  considerations,  it  is  not 
easy  to  believe  that  a  group  of  widows,  however  dis- 
tinguished or  well  provided,  will  in  the  delicate  phrase 
of  the  dispatch  writer  above  referred  to  "run"  Wash- 
ington society  this  winter.  Such  a  group  may  indeed 
contribute  to  the  gayeties  of  the  winter  gracious  and 
delightful  elements  of  hospitality  and  individual  charm. 
They  may  do  no  end  of  enterprising  and  spirited  things 
— help  in  a  thousand  ways  to  keep  the  ball  in  the  air — 
but  the  initiation  and  significance  of  Washington  so- 
ciety in  its  characteristic  and  effective  aspects  will  rest 
as  hitherto  upon  motives  and  in  accordance  with  stand- 
ards masculine  rather  than  feminine.  And  it  would 
indeed  be  a  pity  if  it  should  be  otherwise.  Certainly 
there  ought  to  be  one  community  in  America  where  the 
inspirations  of  social  life  rest  upon  something  besides 
prospective  or  potential  matrimony,  where  individual 
character  and  individual  achievement  on  the  part  of 
grown-up  people  may  have  welcome  and  scope,  and 
where  the  front  seats  are  not  all  reserved  for  the  gilded 
youth,  the  debutante,  and  the  more  or  less  adroit  match- 
maker. 

Yerba  Buena. 

If  the  United  States  geographic  board  can  change 
the  name  of  Yerba  Buena  Island  to  that  of  Goat  Island 
then  there  is  nothing  in  the  way  of  nomenclature  that 
is  beyond  their  reach.  If  the  name  of  a  California 
island  can  be  vulgarized  and  nicknamed  for  the  con- 
venience of  some  executive  board  in  Washington,  why 
should  the  process  be  allowed  to  stop  there?  Why  not 
vulgarize  and  nickname  all  of  the  fine  old  Spanish 
names  so  distinctive  of  California  and  every  one  of 
them  equivalent  to  a  volume  of  history  ?  The  postoffice 
did  indeed  attempt  some  such  feat  a  year  or  so  ago. 
It  proposed  to  abolish  the  beautiful  double  names  like 
Palo  Alto  and  to  condense  them  into  one  ugly  and 
meaningless  word,  but  the  impertinence  was  checked 
in  time.  Now  it  seems  that  the  geographic  board  would 
like  to  try  its  hand  at  these  linguistic  barbarisms,  and 
it  begins  with  Yerba  Buena.  No  doubt  the  word  Goat 
comes  a  little  more  trippingly  to  the  lips  of  ignorance. 
It  may  even  save  a  little  time,  but  then  the  time  of 
the  geographic  board  is  not  valuable.  Californians 
themselves  are  busy  people,  but  they  are  not  so  busy 
as  to  invoke  the  abbreviating  zeal  of  Washington  clerks 
with  modernity  on  the  brain. 

Yerba  Buena  is  probably  one  of  the  oldest  Spanish 
names  in  California.  It  was  certainly  given  to  the 
island  before  it  was  given  to  the  cove,  and  therefore 
long  before  it  was  given  to  the  settlement  that  after- 
wards became  San  Francisco.  The  cove  lay  between 
Clark's  Point  and  Rincon  Point  and  included  the  present 
corner  of  Broadway  and  Battery  Streets,  extending  to 
Montgomery  Street  between  Washington  and  Jackson. 
The  settlement  of  Yerba  Buena  on  Yerba  Buena  cove 
was  planned  by  Figueroa  in  1835,  and  six  years  later 
the  Hudsons  Bay  Company  opened  a  permanent  agency 
there  and  placed  it  in  charge  of  Mr.  Ray,  son-in-law  of 
Dr.  McLaughlin,  who  played  so  large  a  part  in  the 
development  of  Oregon.  The  settlement  of  Yerba 
Buena  is  thus  intimately  associated  with  a  great  his- 
torical epoch  of  the  Oregon  country  as  well  as  with 
the  Spanish  occupation  of  California.  Yerba  Buena 
cove  has  practically  disappeared.  Yerba  Buena  settle- 
ment has  assumed  the  name  of  San  Francisco.  But 
Yerba  Buena  Island  was  so  called  before  either  the 
cove  or  the  settlement,  and  the  retention  of  the  name, 
apart  from  its  euphony,  thus  assumes  a  peculiar  im- 
portance. When  the  early  traders  began  to  come  into 
the  bay  it  was  their  habit  to  liberate  upon  the  island 
the  few  remaining  goats  of  their  fresh  meat  supply, 
and  so  the  name  of  Goat  Island  became  common  among 
careless  and  ignorant  persons.  But  it  was  not  the 
name  of  the  island,  it  is  not  now  the  name  of  the  island, 
and  it  never  will  be.  Alcatraz  Island  for  similar  rea- 
sons was  once  called  Bird  Island,  although  it  may  be 
indiscreet  to  mention  that  fact  lest  it  provide  the  geo- 
graphic board  with  another  opportunity  to  distort  and 
devastate. 

This  whole  tendency  to  abbreviate  and  to  nickname 
ought  to  be  frowned  upon.  It  is  hateful  enough  as  a 
colloquialism.  It  becomes  unbearable  when  it  is  made 
the  excuse  for  official  effacement  of  historical  land- 
marks. If  the  postoffice  and  the  geographic  board  arc 
to  be  allowed  to  do  as  they  please  with  the  ancient 
California  names  we  shall  find  presently  that  the 
abomination  of  "Frisco"  has  been  sanctified  by  some 
Washington  clerk  who  likes  to  believe  that  his  time  is 


precious.  And  the  best  way  to  prevent  this  is  to  culti- 
vate among  ourselves  an  accuracy  of  speech  in  such 
matters  that  will  be  a  perpetual  bar  to  official  vulgari- 
ties of  this  kind. 


The  American  Flag. 
We  may  hope  that  the  report  of  a  most  unwelcome 
and  a  most  undesirable  change  in  the  design  of  the 
American  flag  is  incorrect.  If  the  President  and  the 
Secretary  of  War  have  actually  given  their  approval  to 
this  vandalism  they  may  have  acted  within  the  limits 
of  their  authority,  but  they  may  find  that  national  senti- 
ment is  the  greatest  of  all  authorities.  Mr.  Roosevelt's 
attempt  to  change  the  spelling  and  then  to  change  the 
coinage  was  frustrated  by  a  dead  wall  of  refusal  on 
the  part  of  the  nation.  The  effort  to  change  the  na- 
tional flag  is  something  infinitely  more  serious,  and  it 
will  be  resented  infinitely  more  vigorously.  It  may  be 
true  that  the  stars  can  not  be  arranged  symmetrically, 
but  what  of  it?  The  stars  in  the  sky  are  not  exactly 
symmetrical,  but  they  have  their  admirers.  It  may  as 
well  be  understood  at  once  and  forever  that  no  change 
of  any  kind  in  the-  general  design  of  the  flag  will  be 
tolerated.  And  as  for  the  particular  arrangement  now 
submitted  and  that  looks  more  like  an  electric  whisky 
advertisement  than  anything  else,  it  produces  a  feeling 
of  positive  physical  sickness. 

* 

Editorial  Notes. 

A  man  at  once  curiously  talented  yet  curiously 
aberrant  in  his  mental  character  was  Homer  Lea, 
whose  death  is  anounced  from  Los  Angeles.  Lea  had 
intellectual  gifts  approaching  in  certain  aspects  the  line 
of  genius,  yet  his  mind  grasped  nothing  in  its  entirety. 
He  had  a  certain  intrepidity  of  imagination,  under 
whose  spell  he  ventured  to  deal  as  by  authority  with 
the  greatest  and  gravest  world  problems,  but  he 
lacked  alike  the  knowledge  and  the  restraint  to  deal 
with  them  comprehensively  or  wisely.  His  writings,  in 
many  ways  brilliant,  are  essentially  those  of  a  vision- 
ary and  an  alarmist;  yet  it  is  to  be  said  for  them  that 
they  have  had  a  very  considerable  effect  upon  the 
world's  thought  and  on  the  whole  have  been  useful  in 
expanding  the  boundaries  of  suggestion  and  speculation. 
On  the  personal  side  Mr.  Lea — or  General  Lea  as  he 
liked  to  be  called — had  the  kind  of  effectiveness  occa- 
sionally found  in  physical  and  mental  abnormality. 
A  species  of  deformity  served  rather  to  attract  than 
to  repel;  an  intense  self-centred  habit  of  mind  had  in  a 
way  the  power  to  impress  if  not  to  charm.  It  is 
not  difficult  to  understand  how  the  Chinese  revolu- 
tionary leaders  should  to  a  degree  accept  the  guidance 
of  a  man  introduced  by  a  certain  showy  record  as  a 
military  critic,  claiming  character  as  a  strategist,  and 
with  that  curious  personal  force  which  attaches  to  su- 
preme self-confidence  and  undaunted  assertion.  That 
General  Lea  contributed  in  any  serious  way  to  the  solu- 
tion of  China's  problems,  we  may  well  doubt.  But  it 
must  be  admitted  that  his  career  in  China  was  one  of 
amazing  incidents. 


As  is  well  known  to  Mohammedans,  but  to  few  Euro- 
peans, the  Holy  Carpet  always  travels  with  an  escort 
to  and  from  the  holy  cities  of  Medina  and  Mecca.  This 
escort  consists  of  300  to  350  men  of  one  of  the  Egyptian 
infantry  regiments,  with  two  small  field  pieces  and  two 
quick-firing  guns,  and  about  forty  mounted  men,  to- 
gether with  their  horses.  The  object  of  such  a  strong 
escort  is  to  protect  the  sacred  object  from  falling  into 
the  hands  of  the  Bedouin  tribes,  through  whose  coun- 
tries it  must  pass  at  various  stages  of  its  journey  and 
who  are  also  on  the  lookout  for  it,  as  the  carpet  is 
worth  a  fine  ransom.  Desperate  attacks  are  not  infre- 
quently made  upon  the  Holy  Carpet  by  the  Bedouins 
of  the  desert.     Hence  the  strength  of  the  escort. 

The  first  accurate  clock  was  set  up  in  England  at 
Hampton  Court,  in  1540.  Up  to  that  time  members  of 
the  royal  suite  used  hour-glasses  in  their  private  rooms. 

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FALL    LITERARY    NUMBER. 


The  next  issue  of  the  Argonaut  -anil  be  a  special 
Publishers'  Announcement  Number.  It  will  be  largely 
devoted  to  announcements  of  forthcoming  books,  re- 
views of  the  books  of  the  season,  portraits  of  authors, 
half-tones  of  unique  book  covers,  and  other  illustrative 
matter.  It  will  also  contain  a  number  of  special 
articles,  literary  letters  from  London  and  Paris,  and 
general  correspondence  from  New  York  and  the  East. 
In  addition  it  will  contain  the  usual  departments  ana] 
miscellany.  The  number  mill  be  printed  on  heavy  toned 
paper  and  will  consist  of  $1  pages.  Price,  ten  cents. 
Newsdealers  'will   do   'well   In  send   their  ore  ad- 

vance. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  16,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Lord  Rosebery,  in  a  speech  delivered  recently  in  Scotland, 
had  something  deservedly  contemptuous  to  say  about  the 
"hundred  best  books"  that  competent  gentlemen  are  so  ready 
to  furnish  on  the  slightest  possible  provocation.  Lord  Acton 
was  the  first  to  begin  this  pernicious  practice.  He  furnished 
a  list  of  a  hundred  books  that  he  wished  his  son  to  read. 
Of  course,  said  Lord  Rosebery,  we  all  rushed  to  examine  this 
list  and  we  found  it  to  consist  of  a  hundred  books,  mostly 
German,  almost  entirely  theological,  "none  of  which  I  had 
ever  heard  of  before."  The  speaker  then  expressed  his  firm 
conviction  that  if  a  man,  in  honesty  and  conscience,  pro- 
ceeded to  read  the  hundred  best  books  in  any  list  right 
through  he  would  never  read  anything  again.  And  of  course 
Lord  Rosebery  was  right.  It  takes  no  ordinary  amount  of 
self-esteem  to  say  that  any  particular  books  are  the  best.  We 
may  say  with  propriety  that  they  are  our  favorites,  but  we 
have  no  right  to  say  that  they  ought  to  be  the  favorites  of 
others.  Possibly  there  are  three  or  four  books  about  which 
the  whole  world  is  in  agreement.  After  them  it  becomes  a 
matter  of  taste.  

Among  rash  literary  critics  we  may  now  number  Frederic 
Harrison.  In  his  "Among  My  Books"  we  find  a  confession 
that  "I.  care  for  Plato  and  metaphysics  as  little  as  I  care 
for  the  rhapsodical  gammon  of  Professor  Eergson  or  Miss 
Marie  Corelli."  Goldsmith,  we  are  told,  was  "a  poor  crea- 
lure;  and  so  were  Sterne,  and  Lamb,  and  De  Quincey." 
Further  on  we  are  told  that  "Nature  has  denied  Meredith  an 
ear  for  music  or  verse,"  and  that  "all  he  had  to  say  in  poetry 
could  have  been  more  truly  said  in  verse."  Swinburne's 
verse  he  describes  as  a  "tarantula  of  alliteration,  assonance, 
consonance,  and  artful  concatenation  of  sounds." 


The  families  of  war  correspondents  now  in  Turkey  have 
some  cause  for  uneasiness  in  a  censored  message  which  has 
been  allowed  to  reach  London.  The  message,  after  the  cen- 
sor had  finished  with  it,  is  as  follows  :  "Owing  to  an  attempt 
on  the  part  of  a  correspondent  to  cross  through  the  ranks 
of  a  column  of  reservists  who  were  marching  to  the  station, 
an  unfortunate  incident  occurred  here.  The  troops  can  not 
be  blamed  for  what  happened,  and  no  significance  attaches  to 
the  matter,  as  any  regiment  would  have  acted  similarly." 
The  message  is  dated  from  Constantinople,  but  the  censor 
had  struck  out  the  unfortunate  man's  name,  nor  is  there  any 
indication  of  his  fate.  But  there  is  something  extraordi- 
narily sinister  in  the  reference  to  "what  happened,"  especially 
when  we  remember  its  Turkish  source.  It  will  be  fairly 
safe  to  assume  that  no  personal  narrative  will  be  forthcoming 
from   the   correspondent  himself. 


We  may  wonder  if  it  ever  occurs  to  the  writers  of  official 
court  bulletins  that  their  communications  are  usually  assumed 
to  be  false  by  an  incredulous  public.  It  has  been  known  for 
some  time  that  there  is  something  seriously  wrong  with  the 
Crown  Prince  of  Russia.  Common  report  says  that  he  was 
attacked  by  an  anarchist  and  stabbed,  but  now  after  a  delay 
of  several  weeks  comes  an  official  bulletin  to  the  effect  that 
the  young  hopeful  fell  from  a  high  cupboard  and  injured  him- 
self severely.  We  are  not  informed  if  the  crown  prince  was 
viler  the  jam,  and  so  artistic  a  touch  should  not  have  been 
omitted.  Of  course  no  one  believes  the  story.  The  public 
favors  the  anarchist  theory,  and  probably  the  public  is  right, 
having  some  experience  in  the  value  of  the  official  assertion 
or  denial.  

Rudyard  Kipling  has  made  his  first  political  speech,  and 
so  far  as  originality  or  imagination  are  concerned  it  seems 
to  have  been  a  dead  failure.  It  might  be  supposed  that  an 
eminent  man  of  letters  would  import  into  a  political  speech 
at  least  some  traces  of  the  gifts  that  had  made  him  eminent. 
But  Mr.  Kipling's  speech  was  that  of  the  hack  politician.  All 
the  old  weather-worn  phrases,  the  cheap  denunciations,  the 
stereotyped  formulas,  were  there  in  full  force.  Not  a  single 
flash  of  wit,  or  satire,  not  even  an  unusual  form  of  maledic- 
tion graced  the  occasion.  There  seems  to  be  something  in 
the  political  speech  that  kills  originality,  perhaps  because  so 
few  political  speakers  believe  a  word  that  they  are  saying. 
When  Mr.  Kipling  said  that  the  government  had  left  the 
country  "without  a  constitution,  within  measurable  distance 
or  civil  war,  under  the  very  shadow  of  Armageddon,"  he  must 
have  known  that  he  was  talking  claptrap,  and  the  man  who 
knows  that  he  is  talking  claptrap  can  hardly  soar  into  the 
rualms   of   fancy   or  originality. 


The  suggestion  that  Stefansson's  white  Eskimos  may  be 
descendants  of  survivors  of  the  Franklin  expedition  is  nega- 
tived by  the  fact  that  Franklin  himself  described  these  same 
KsUimos,  or  at  least  one  of  them.  In  his  "Journey  to  the 
Shores  of  the  Polar  Sea"  he  says  that  he  came  across  a  party 
of  Eskimos  near  the  Coppermine  River  and  that  they  all  ran 
away  except  one  old  man  who  was  too  feeble  to  escape. 
Speaking  of  this  one  man  Franklin  says:  "The  countenance 
was  oval,  with  a  sufficiently  prominent  nose,  and  had  nothing 
very  different  from  an  European  face,  except  in  the  smallness 
of  his  eyes  and  perhaps  in  the  narrowness  of  his  forehead. 
Mis  complexion  was  very  fresh  and  red,  and  he  had  a  longer 
beard  than  I  have  hitherto  seen  on  any  of  the  aborigines  of 
America.  It  was  between  two  and  three  inches  long  and 
perfectly  white."  Thousands  of  persons  must  have  read  this 
account  without  appreciating  its  significance  or  wondering 
why  a  member  of  a  race  so  distinctive  as  the  Eskimo  should 
have  a  countenance  "nothing  very  different  from  an  European 
face."  

Among    the    less    evident    dangers    of    the    war    in    eastern 

Europe    is    ;in    uprising    of    the    extreme    Socialist    parties    in 

•bably     the     revolutionary     forces     elsewhere     are 

to   the  possibilities  of  a  promising  situation,  but 

i    ,i    large   number   of    manifestoes   have   already   been 


seized,  and  these  indicate  an  alliance  between  the  Socialists 
and  the  anti-Russian  patriots.  One  of  these  manifestoes  calls 
upon  the  population  to  rise  as  soon  as  Russia  shall  become 
embroiled  in  southern  affairs,  and  suggests  that  an  invading 
Austrian  army  shall  be  received  hospitably  and  aided  by 
those  anxious  for  Polish  independence.  A  second  manifesto 
calls  upon  all  patriots  to  become  active  in  the  destruction 
of  railroads  and  telegraphs  in  the  event  of  war  and  in  order 
that  Russian  military  operations  shall  be  hampered  in  every 
possible  way.  

War  and  revolutions  always  play  into  each  other's  hands. 
War  is  the  opportunity  for  revolution  just  as  the  threat  of 
revolution  becomes  a  reason  for  war.  So  it  is  hardly  sur- 
prising to  find  the  London  Economist  saying  that :  "A  well- 
informed  correspondent  reminds  us  again  this  week  of  the 
dangerous  condition  of  Russia,  which  close  observers  believe 
to  be  on  the  verge  of  a  revolution." 


Does  any  one  know  why  the  Turk  favors  the  fez  above 
all  other  forms  of  headgear  in  spite  of  its  unsuitability  to  a 
hot  climate?  The  reason  is  a  religious  one.  The  Turk  prays 
a  great  deal — although  fruitlessly  it  would  seem — and  it  is 
necessary  that  while  praying  his  forehead  should  touch  the 
ground.  This  would  be  impossible  if  his  hat  had  a  brim  or 
peak,  so  he  wears  the  fez. 

A  memorial  descriptive  of  General  Nogi  contributed  to  the 
London  Standard  says  that  the  great  general  tried  to  commit 
suicide  several  times  during  the  siege  of  Port  Arthur.  His 
method  was  to  ride  deliberately  into  danger,  and  he  did  this 
under  the  conviction  that  only  by  the  sacrifice  of  his  life 
could  the  mighty  fortress  be  reduced.  Another  curious  reve- 
lation is  to  the  effect  that  General  Nogi  married  Miss  Yoji 
against  his  will  and  by  order  of  his  superior  officer.  The 
union  was  in  every  way  an  ideal  one,  which  says  much  for 
the   foresight   of  the   superior   officer. 


A  report  from  Italy  says  that  the  king  is  about  to  adopt 
the  ancient  title  of  Roman  Emperor.  There  seems  no  reason 
why  his  majesty  should  not  have  any  title  pleasing  to  him 
and  that  is  not  already  preempted,  and  there  may  even  be 
something  in  the  contention  that  the  new  glory  would  place 
him  on  an  equality  with  his  dear  brothers  of  Germany  and 
Austria.  But  perhaps  it  would  be  as  well  to  look  before  the 
leap.  Gibbon  says  somewhere  that  as  the  sceptre  weakens 
in  power  it  grows  in  gaudiness,  and  history  sustains  that 
view.  Augustus  was  the  first  Roman  Emperor,  and  we  have 
our  own  opinions — not  nice  ones — about  Augustus.  Constan- 
tine  was  a  weak,  shallow  creature  whose  paltry  soul  reveled 
in  titles,  decorations,  and  formalism,  while  those  who  followed 
him  on  the  Byzantine  throne  were  marvels  of  external  glories 
and  of  internal  impotence.  Italy  is  not  an  empire,  and  the 
possession  of  a  few  miles  of  Tripoli  desert  can  not  make  her 
one,  and  the  king  may  call  himself  emperor  or  archangel  and 
no  one  will  object.  

Mr.  S.  R.  Crockett,  the  novelist,  wishes  to  correct  a  mis- 
taken report  that  he  is  about  to  sell  his  library.  He  explains 
that  it  is  his  custom  every  year  or  two  to  sell  off  books  in 
which  he  has  lost  his  interest  and  he  is  about  to  do  this  at 
the  present  time.  He  finds  that  he  can  not  house  comfort- 
ably more  than  30,000  volumes,  and  as  he  already  has  over 
40,000  for  which  there  is  no  shelfroom  he  is  compelled  to 
send  some  of  them  to  the  salesroom.  So  Mr.  Crockett's 
library  consists  of  about  70,000  volumes,  and  we  can  only 
wonder  what  he  does  with  them  all.  At  least  he  can  make 
up  his  mind  to  part  with  some  of  them,  whereby  he  rises 
superior  to  a  French  litterateur  who  had  25,000  paper-covered 
volumes  on  his  shelves  and  who  explained  that  none  of  them 
had  been  sent  to  the  binder's  because  none  of  them  could  be 
spared  for  the  few  days  requisite  to  that  end.  In  the  same 
connection  we  may  recall  the  misery  of  Professor  Churton 
Collins  when  finally  he  had  to  make  the  choice  between  living 
in  the  garden  or  selling  some  of  the  stacks  of  books  large 
enough  to  demand  exclusive  possession  of  the  house.  And 
finally,  when  the  second-hand  dealer  actually  arrived,  he  de- 
manded to  be  paid  for  taking  the  "rubbish"  away.  Such  are 
the  sorrows  of  the  book  collector.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


Como. 


Little  did  Bernard  de  Menthon  dream  when  he 
founded  the  Augustinian  hospice  in  the  year  962  that 
his  name  was  to  be  perpetuated  through  all  the  ages 
by  a  dog.  But  such  is  the  case.  The  regal  St.  Ber- 
nards, gifted  with  nobility,  sagacity,  strength,  endur- 
ance, and  love  for  man,  the  very  elements  so  often 
found  wanting  fn  humanity,  are  named  after  the  good 
De  Menthon.  In  the  perilous  passes  of  the  Alps  these 
faithful  animals  have  saved  hundreds  of  lives  in  the 
course  of  time,  having  been  trained  by  the  monks  for 
the  work.  In  the  pass  of  Great  St.  Bernard,  at  an  ele- 
vation of  8120  feet,  De  Menthon  builded  the  historic 
monastery  for  the  benefit  of  travelers  journeying  to 
Rome.  It  is  on  the  road  between  Aosta  in  Piedmont, 
and  Martigny  in  Valias,  and  stands  near  the  summit, 
where  snowstorms  of  winter  rage  fiercely.  The  hospice 
has  sleeping  accommodations  for  eighty  travelers,  and 
can  shelter  300.  Three  of  the  finest  and  most  valuable 
St.  Bernards  in  the  world  are  owned  by  Colonel  Jacob 
Ruppert,  living  in  the  State  of  New  York.  The  ani- 
mals are  all  first-prize  winners,  imported  from  Eng- 
land, where  they  were  purchased  at  a  cost  of  some- 
thing over  $6000.  The  trio  are  called  Champion  Young 
Stormer,  Queen  of  Pearls,  and  Splendidus. 


Out  of  approximately  5500  students  listed  in  the  col- 
lege catalogue  at  Harvard  fifty  bear  the  name  of  Smith. 
The  Browns  are  a  poor  second  with  twenty-four  rep- 
resentatives, but  are  tied  with  the  members  of  the 
Davis  family. 


The  red-clad   Ushers  row  and   creep 
Below  the  crags,  as  half-asleep, 
Nor  ever  made  a  single  sound. 

The  walls  are  steep, 

The  waves  are  deep; 
And  if  a  dead  man  should  be  found 
By  these  same  fishers  in  their  round, 
Why,  who  shall  say  but  he  was  drowned? 

The  lakes  lay  bright  as  bits  of  broken  moon 

Just  newly  set  within  the   cloven  earth ; 

The   ripened  fields  drew  round  a  golden  girth 

Far  up  the  steeps,  and  glittered  in  the  noon  ; 

And,  when  the  sun  fell  down,  from  leafy  shore 

Fond  lovers  stole   in   pairs  to   ply  the   oar. 

The  stars,  as  large  as  lilies,  flocked  the  blue ; 

From    out   the   Alps   the   moon    came   wheeling   through 

The  rocky  pass  the  great  Napoleon  knew. 

A  gala  night  it  was — the  season's  prime. 

We  rode   from   castled  lake  to   festal  town, 

To  fair  Milan — my  friend  and  I ;   rode  down 

By  night,   where  grasses  waved  in  rippled  rhyme: 

And  so,  what  theme  but  love  at  such  a  time? 

His  proud  lip  curled  the  while  with  silent  scorn 

At  thought  of  love;  and  then,  as  one  forlorn, 

He   sighed;    then  bared  his   temples,    dashed  with   gray; 

Then  mocked,  as  one  outworn  and  well  blase. 

A  gorgeous  tiger-lily,  flaming  red — 

So  full  of  battle,   of  the  trumpet's  blare, 

Of   old-time    passion — upreared   its   head. 

I  galloped  past.     I   leaned,   I  clutched  it  there 

From  out  the  long,  strong  grass.     I  held  it  high, 

And  cried :      "Lo  !   this  tonight   shall  deck  her  hair 

Through   all   the   dance.      And   mark !   the   man   shall   die 

Who   dares  assault,   for  good   or  ill   design, 

The  citadel  where  I  shall  set  this  sign." 

He  spake  no  spare  word  all  the  after  while. 

That   scornful,   cold,    contemptuous   smile    of   his! 

And  in  the  hall  the  same  old,  hateful  smile ! 

Why,   better  men   have   died  for  less  insult  than   this. 

Then  marvel  not  that  when  she  graced  the  floor, 

With   all  the  beauties  gathered  from  the  four 

Far  quarters  of  the  world,  and  she,  my  fair, 

The  fairest,  wore  within  her  midnight  hair 

My  tiger-lily — marvel  not,  I   say. 

That  he  glared  like  some  wild  beast  well  at  bay. 

Oh  !  she  shone  fairer  than  the  summer  star, 

Or  curled,   sweet  moon  in  middle  destiny; 

More  fair  than  sunrise  climbing  up  th.e  sea, 

Where  all  the  loves  of  Adriana  are. 

Who  loves,  who  truly  loves,  will  stand  aloof : 

The  noisy  tongue  makes  most  unholy  proof 

Of  shallow  passion.    .    .    .   All  the  while  afar 

From  out  the  dance  I  stood  and  watched  my  star, 

My  tiger-lily  borne  an  oriflamme  of  war. 

Italia's  beauties   blushed  at  love's   advance. 

Like  bright  white  mice  in  moonlight  at  their  play, 

Or   sunfish  shooting  in  some   shining  bay, 

The  swift  feet   shot  and  glitered  in   the   dance. 

Ob  !   have  you  loved  and   truly   loved,  and  seen 

Aught   else   the   while    than    your   own    stately    queen  ? 

Her  presence  it  was  majesty — so  tall; 

Her  proud  development  encompassed  all. 

She  filled  all  space.     I  sought,  I  saw  but  her; 

I  followed  as  some  fervid  worshiper. 

Adown  the  dance  she  moved  with  matchless  grace. 

The    world — my    world — moved    with    her.     Suddenly 

I   questioned  whom  her  cavalier  might  be? 

'Twas  he!     His  face  was  leaning  to  her  face! 

I    clutched   my   blade ;    1    sprang ;    I    caught   my   breath — 

And  so,  stood  leaning  cold  and  still  as  death. 

And  they  stood  still.     She  blushed,  then  reached  and   tore 

The  lily  as  she   passed,   and  down   the  floor 

She  strewed  its  heart  like  bits  of  gushing  gore.   .    .    . 

'Twas   he   said   heads,   not   hearts,   were   made  to   break: 

He  taught  me  this  that  night  in  splendid  scorn. 

I  learned  too  well.    .    .    .    The  dance  was  done.     Ere  morn 

We  mounted — he   and   I — but   no   more  spake.    .    .    . 

And  this  for  woman's  love  !     My  lily  worn 

In  her  dark  hair  in  pride,  to  then  be  torn 

And  trampled  on,  for  this  bold  stranger's  sake!    .    .    . 

Two  men  rode  silent  back  toward  the  lake; 

Two  men  rode  silent  down — but  only  one 

Rode  up  at  morn  to  meet  the  rising  sun. 

The  zvalls  are  steep; 

The  crags  shall  keep 
Their  everlasting  watch  profound. 

The  walls  are  steep, 

The  waves  are  deep; 
And  if  a  dead  man  should  be  found 
By  red-clad  Ushers  in  their  round. 
Why,  who  shall  say  but  he  teas  drozvned? 

— Joaquin  Miller. 


The  introduction  of  M.  Sazanoff  to  the  highland  bag- 
pipe at  Balmoral  was,  it  is  said,  not  the  surprise  the 
Highlanders  expected  it  to  be,  the  eminent  statesman 
remarking  that  a  similar  instrument  is  used  in  the  south 
of  Russia  (observes  the  Westminster  Gazette).  Of  late 
musical  antiquaries  have  been  looking  outside  Scotland 
for  the  birthplace  of  the  bagpipe,  and  Major  F.  W. 
von  Herbert,  a  recognized  authority  on  musical  in- 
struments, ancient  and  modern,  has  placed  it  some- 
where in  the  vast  territory  once  ruled  by  the  Seljuks, 
the  ancestors  of  the  modern  Turks.  On  the  authority 
of  Sir  Alexander  Mackenzie,  the  principal  of  the  R.  A. 
M.,  the  fiddle  is  Scotland's  national  .instrument,  and  as 
a  Scotsman  he  recently  declined  any  responsibility  for 
the  invention  of  the  bagpipe. 


Maori  housewives  of  New  Zealand  have  discovered, 
like  their  more  civilized  sisters,  the  value  of  the  fire- 
less  cooker  as  a  labor  saver,  but  their  cookers  have  nei- 
ther to  be  made  nor  ordered.     Na 
in    inexhaustible    supply,    for    they 
nor  less  than  the  small  geysers  of 
a  box,  a  basket,  or  a  bag,  dependr 
cooking,    the   women   sink   the    rec 
mud  over  a  steam  hole,  which  make 
They  not  only  cook  their  meals,  bur 
in  these  babv  volcanoes. 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


309 


BROADWAY    ON    ELECTION    NIGHT. 


Celebrating  Crowds  Larger  and  More  Discordantly  Eloquent 
Than  Before  for  Twenty  Years. 


Suspense  was  not  one  of  the  exciting  or  depressing 
elements  of  Tuesday  night's  demonstration.  Conclusive 
returns  never  before  came  in  so  early  following  a  na- 
tional election.  We  knew  an  hour  and  a  quarter  after 
the  polls  closed  that  Sulzer  had  been  elected  governor, 
and  thirty  minutes  later  that  Wilson  was  assured  the 
presidency  by  an  overwhelming  electoral  majority. 
After  that  there  was  nothing  of  real  importance  except 
giving  tongue  to  our  feelings,  and  in  the  performance 
of  that  seemingly  patriotic  duty  all  previous  efforts 
were  so  outclashed,  outclanged,  outhowled,  and  out- 
roared  that  the  old  phrases  describing  frenzied  enthusi- 
asm seem  tinkling  and  ineffectual.  It  was  a  big  crowd. 
Broadway  has  never  seen  its  equal  in  size  or  vocal  capa- 
bilities. Indications  of  its  proportions  and  temper  were 
seen  early  in  the  afternoon.  The  election  itself  was 
quiet  enough,  and  not  because  of  the  presence  of  Mr. 
Burns's  two  thousand  detectives,  one  of  whom,  by  the 
way,  was  about  the  first  visitor  at  the  polls  to  be  ar- 
rested on  a  charge  of  creating  a  disturbance.  When  the 
streams  of  matinee-goers  began  to  converge  at  the 
doors  of  the  theatres  it  was  seen  that  many  had  already 
armed  themselves  for  the  distractions  of  the  evening. 
Various  devices  for  noise-making  were  carried  by  the 
amusement-seekers,  and  though  they  were  of  the  smaller 
sort  their  number  proved  a  significant  preparedness. 
And  when  the  same  throngs  left  the  playhouses  the 
hour  was  at  hand,  though  there  could  have  been  no 
prevision  of  its  coming  so  quickly. 

It  was  a  good-natured  crowd  from  the  beginning,  and 
as  it  began  to  form  in  masses  about  the  newspaper 
offices  and  in  the  open  spaces  where  a  view  could  be 
had  of  bulletin  sheets  and  electric  light  sign-frames,  it 
seemed  less  confident  than  speculatively  reckless.  By 
six  o'clock  there  was  no  choice  place  of  observation 
remaining  untaken.  The  sidewalks  were  filled  and  the 
policemen  were  busy  guarding  the  outer  fringe  from  the 
race  of  passing  automobiles.  Every  scrap  of  informa- 
tion thrown  upon  the  screens  or  flashed  from  the  giant 
electric  annunciators  evoked  shouts  or  cheers  that  dis- 
played a  delightfully  unpartisan  attitude.  The  earliest 
returns,  from  a  Taft  precinct  in  Massachusetts,  started 
a  hurrah  of  gratification  as  seemingly  sincere  if  not  so 
loud  and  so  prolonged  as  that  which  followed  later 
figures  from  Sulzer  strongholds  in  the  city  or  the  Debs 
showing  from  Rochester.  Wilson  men  and  Roosevelt 
shouters  were  easily  marked  as  the  two  important  fac- 
tions in  the  vociferous  throngs,  but  every  winner  or 
sturdy  contestant  had  his  recognition  when  the  favoring 
figures  were  shown.  But  the  apparently  decisive  re- 
ports came  in  before  the  crowd  had  yelled  itself  hoarse, 
and  there  was  all  the  more  energy  in  reserve  for  the 
celebration  of  the  victory.  It  is  not  to  be  assumed  that 
all  were  Democrats  who  lifted  up  their  voices  until  the 
tones  grew  raucous  and  cracked,  who  jangled  cowbells, 
and  sprung  watchmen's  rattles,  and  blew  horns,  and 
pounded  tin  drums,  and  scraped  resined  strings,  who 
smashed  hats  and  smacked  broad  shoulders,  through  six 
long  hours  of  unrestrained  and  yet  orderly  demonstra- 
tion. Undoubtedly  there  were  many  who  rejoiced  that 
the  contest  was  over  and  done  with,  and  many,  many 
more  who  vented  their  exuberance  without  any  reason 
except  the  opportunity  afforded. 

Perhaps  there  were  thousands  in  the  street  Tuesday 
evening  who  could  remember  the  November  night 
twenty  years  ago  when  Cleveland's  second  election  was 
cheered,  but  the  number  who  could  go  back  in  memory 
thirty-six  years,  to  the  close  of  the  Tilden-Hayes  cam- 
paign, could  not  have  been  large.  I  rested  in  the  seat 
of  an  upper  window  of  the  Astor  House  on  that  earlier 
occasion  and  watched  the  crowd  before  the  newspaper 
offices  until  long  after  midnight,  and  can  easily  recall 
the  tense  seriousness  of  the  gathering.  A  month  before, 
the  returns  of  the  state  elections  in  Ohio  and  Indiana, 
then  "October  states,"  had  been  written  on  the  bulletin 
boards  in  the  presence  of  just  such  an  eagerly  anxious 
assemblage.  We  took  our  politics  more  to  heart  in 
those  davs. 

From  the  city  hall  park  and  the  Sun  office  all  the  way 
to  the  Bronx  there  were  masses  of  people  on  Broadway, 
though  of  course  the  greatest  congestion  was  at  points 
above  Twentieth  Street.  All  the  newsDaper  buildings 
were  centres  of  attraction,  and  in  spite  of  the  early 
giving  out  of  general  results,  it  was  midnight  before 
the  crowds  began  to  dwindle  materially.  Bulletins 
were  continued  until  that  time,  though  they  were  posted 
more  slowly.  When  the  theatres  disgorged  their  thou- 
sands of  patrons  the  streets  were  for  a  time  packed 
to  their  capacity,  but  the  majority  of  the  playgoers 
soon  found  their  way  to  restaurants  or  their  homes. 
At  the  stroke  of  midnight  the  police  entreated  the  joy- 
shouters  to  silence.  The  blue-coated  officials  were  tired, 
if  the  populace  were  not,  and  they  could  not  rest  until 
the  streets  were  cleared.  Strange  to  say,  the  appeal 
was  listened  to  and  generally  aporoved. 

All  the  theatres  enjoyed  a  phenomenal  holiday  attend- 
ance, and  the  hotels  and  restaurants  were  unable  to 
receive  and  entertain  all  who  applied.  At  the  more 
fashionable  hotels  the  influx  of  visitors  from  Boston, 
Philadelphia,  Washington,  and  scores  of  smaller  cities 
was  notably  large,  and  the  reservations  early  taxed  the 
resources  of  the  managers.  In  all  of  them  special  ar- 
rangements were  made  for  the  occasion,  not  only  in 
obtaining  telegraphic  reports  and  presenting  them 
promptly  to  guests,  but  in  novel  methods  of  news  dis- 


semination and  in  augmented  musical  offerings  to  fill 
in  the  pauses.  At  the  Waldorf-Astoria  there  were  five 
orchestras,  and  there  was  not  a  vacant  seat  in  any  of 
the  big  assembly  rooms.  The  ball-room  was  fitted  up 
with  a  stereopticon  lantern,  and  pages  in  colonial  cos- 
tume carried  around  message  sheets  to  supplement  the 
projected  bulletins.  At  the  Knickerbocker  the  pages 
wore  Father  Knickerbocker  costumes.  In  the  favorite 
restaurants  only  those  who  had  engaged  places  in  ad- 
vance were  admitted  for  dinner  or  supper.  The  private 
dining-rooms  were  reserved  even  earlier,  and  every  one 
held  a  party  of  interested  guests.  As  may  be  imagined, 
some  of  these  intimate  gatherings  became  gloomy  rather 
than  gay  as  the  returns  came  in,  and  vaudevillians  from 
the  cabaret  shows  were  called  upon  in  many  instances 
to  relieve  a  sudden  depression  not  wholly  prepared  for. 
Some  of  the  prominent  visitors  left  the  hotels  and  res- 
taurants for  brief  visits  to  the  political  headquarters  of 
their  partisan  reflection,  but  at  only  one  of  these  cam- 
paign rallying  places  was  the  atmosphere  filled  with 
ozone. 

It  is  all  over  now,  but  the  night  will  not  soon  be  for- 
gotten, even  in  the  stress  of  political  changes  soon  to 
come.  The  results,  if  not  particularly  cheering,  have 
removed  some  misapprehensions  and  definitely  settled 
many  disputed  and  important  claims.  It  has  been 
noted,  probably,  long  before  this,  the  country  over,  that 
in  the  Empire  state  there  were  but  three  Rooseveltians 
elected  to  the  legislature  and  these  to  the  lower  branch. 
That  fact  looms  up  like  a  wrecked  motor-car  in  the 
boulevard  on  a  bright  Sunday  morning.         Flaneur. 

New  York,  November  6,  1912. 


Of  remote  antiquity  is  the  child  market  every  Easter 
at  Friedrichshafen,  on  the  Lake  of  Constance,  when 
scores  of  boys  and  girls,  between  the  ages  of  eleven  and 
sixteen,  are  sold  for  the  season's  labor  to  farmers  from 
Baden.  Wurtemberg,  and  Bavaria.  This  year,  owing 
to  the  heavy  crops  and  consequently  increased  demand 
for  labor,  the  prices  ruled  high,  as  much  as  $62.50 
being  paid  for  a  strong  boy  of  sixteen  who  could  per- 
form a  man's  work  with  the  hay-fork  or  the  scythe. 
The  money  is  paid  to  the  children's  parents,  poor  people 
without  lands,  in  the  remoter  valleys  of  Tyrol.  Farmers 
who  do  not  treat  the  children  well  are  put  down  on 
the  blacklist  by  the  Troler-Hutekinder-Verein,  which 
manages  the  business  of  marketing  child  labor,  and  are 
debarred  from  bidding  thenceforth. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Record  is  contained  in  the  Bible  of  a  sun-dial  set  up 
in  771  B.  C.  by  Ahaz,  to  commemorate  the  miraculous 
healing  of  his  son,  Hezekiah.  A  very  ancient  one  was 
recently  discovered  lying  in  the  grounds  of  the  ruined 
castle  of  Finlarig,  Killin,  Perthshire,  Scotland,  the  an- 
cient seat  of  the  Breadalbanes.  Unlike  most  dials,  it 
has  twelve  planes  for  recording  the  hours,  and  two 
circular  planes  for  use  in  summer  and  winter  re- 
spectively. For  many  centuries  the  occupants  of  the 
castle  deciphered  its  many  angles  as  it  stood  reared 
on  a  tall  pedestal,  reflected  in  the  waters  Of  a  fountain. 
The  interval  of  nearly  2000  years  between  this  dial  and 
that  set  up  by  Ahaz  shows  for  how  long  the  dial  held 
its  own  as  an  object  of  utility. 


Another  New  York  landmark  is  passing — the  Mott 
Memorial  Surgical  and  Medical  Library  property.  It 
will  be  altered  for  business  purposes.  The  library  was 
established  in  1866  by  Dr.  Valentine  Mott,  father  of 
American  surgery,  as  he  was  later  called.  At  that 
period  he  was  one  of  the  foremost  surgeons.  There 
were  no  medical  libraries  in  New  York  then,  and  to 
help  along  students  Dr.  Mott  gave  his  private  librarv, 
which  was  one  of  the  best  in  the  country.  Besides  his 
books,  medical  instruments  of  the  different  periods  were 
on  exhibition  there.  The  books  and  the  instruments  of 
Dr.  Mott  have  now  been  taken  by  the  New  York 
Academy  of  Medicine. 

Prince  Edward  Island  bars  automobiles,  not  because 
the  islanders  can  not  afford  the  machines,  but  because 
of  accidents  caused  by  the  recklessness  of  drivers  who 
brought  in  the  first  cars.  They  caused  many  runaways, 
and  a  few  had  tragic  endings.  The  legislature  at  once 
passed  a  law  barring  autos  from  the  island.  Some  of 
the  leading  cities  have  since  endeavored  to  have  the 
enactment  repealed,  but  the  country  influence  has  al- 
ways been  strong  enough  to  overcome  all  such  efforts. 


Wesleyan  Central  Hall,  which  is  to  be  the  headquar- 
ters of  the  Wesleyan  Methodist  denomination  of  Great 
Britain,  is  the  largest  and  most  costly  building  ever 
erected  in  the  name  of  the  Methodist  communion.  It 
was  recently  dedicated  with  impressive  ceremonies. 
The  site  is  directly  opposite  Westminster  Abbey,  on  the 
corner  formerly  occupied  by  a  variety  theatre  and  mu- 
seum known  as  the  Aquarium.  The  land  and  the  build- 
ing together  cost  $2,000,000. 


This  year  a  new  President  of  France  will  be  elected. 
When  the  time  arrives,  which  happens  once  in  seven 
years,  the  two  houses  get  together  and  indicate  their 
choice  in  secret  ballot.  This  does  away  with  a  lot  of 
popular  enthusiasm,  such  as  throws  the  United  States 
into  hysterics,  real  or  feigned,  every  four  years. 

A  new  law  has  been  passed  in  Mexico,  ordering  the 
peon  to  discard  forever  the  calzon  of  undecided  color 
and  sport  the  pantalon  of  civilized  custom. 


Dr.  T.  H.  Warren,  president  of  Magdalen  College, 
where  the  Prince  of  Wales  is  living,  was  vice-chancel- 
lor of  Oxford  LTniversity  from  1906  until  1910.  He  is 
professor  of  poetry  at  Oxford,  and  has  written  several 
volumes  of  poems. 

Professor  Thomas  J.  Preston,  whom  Mrs.  Frances 
Folsom  Cleveland  will  marry,  occupies  the  chair  of 
archaeology  and  history  of  art's  at  Wells  College,  Au- 
rora, New  York.  It  is  expected  that  he  will  be  invited 
to  a  chair  at  Princeton. 

Albert  G.  Hall,  who,  at  the  age  of  eighty-one.  is  said 
to  have  cast  his  first  presidential  vote  at  the  election 
just  past,  has  lived  in  Washington,  D.  C.  for  over 
sixty  years.  He  owns  a  farm  near  Doylestown,  Penn- 
svlvania.  For  many  years  he  was  a  telegraph  operator, 
having  begun  service  at  that  occupation  before  the  Civil 
War.     He  is  a  native  of  Maine. 

Frank  Brangwyn.  A.  R.  A.,  who  recently  received 
from  the  German  embassy  in  London  a  gold  medal 
given  to  him  by  the  Kaiser  in  recognition  of  his  work, 
is  the  first  British  painter  on  whom  such  an  honor  has 
ever  been  conferred.  The  artist  is  of  Welsh  extrac- 
tion. He  is  a  member  of  the  Societe  Nationale  des 
Beaux  Arts  and  of  many  other  famous  societies. 

Granville  Barker,  England's  youngest  actor-manager, 
made  his  first  stage  annearance  at  the  age  of  thirteen. 
though  he  admits  he  had  previously  tortured  listeners 
as  an  infant  reciter.  Finally  he  discovered  his  proper 
vocation  of  playwright  and  producer.  Regardless  of 
the  reputation  or  lack  of  reputation  of  the  author,  he 
will  take  chances  on  any  new  play  that  is  interesting, 
actable,  and  stageable — provided  it  is  unique. 

Colonel  Emil  Frey.  president  of  the  International 
Telegraphic  an  institution  or  bureau  maintained  by  the 
civilized  nations  for  the  settlement  of  all  questions  of 
international  telegraphs,  and  the  only  bureau  of  its  kind 
in  the  world,  served  as  a  captain  in  the  Union  army  in 
the  Civil  War.  He  was  taken  prisoner  at  Gettysburg, 
following  which  he  served  six  months  in  Libby  Prison. 
Afterward  he  returned  to  Switzerland,  where  he  was 
eventually  elected  president  of  the  republic,  after  hav- 
ing been  honored  in  other  official  capacities. 

Titta  Ruffo,  claimed  by  many  to  be  the  greatest  bari- 
tone in  the  world,  and  who  has  just  made  his  first 
appearance  in  this  country  in  Philadelphia,  received 
only  words  of  discouragement  when  he  began  the  study 
of  singing.  After  a  few  weeks  at  the  Conservatoire 
of  St.  Cecelia  in  Rome  he  was  told  by  the  masters  that 
he  had  no  vocal  ability.  He  believes  that  he  learned 
more  by  singing  into  the  gramophone  than  in  any  other 
way.  By  that  means  he  detected  faults  in  his  voice 
and  at  once  set  to  work  to  overcome  them.  Although 
not  widely  known  here,  he  is  famous  in  South  America. 

Professor  F.  H.  Torrington,  head  of  the  Toronto 
(Canada)  College  of  Music,  which  he  founded  in  1886, 
landed  in  Montreal  in  1856  from  England,  and  began 
tuning  pianos  for  a  living.  He  was  only  nineteen  years 
of  age.  While  choirmaster  of  St.  James's  Methodist 
Church  he  studied  band  instrumentation  and  became  a 
bandmaster.  Beginning  in  1869  he  was  for  four  years 
in  Boston,  an  enthusiastic  helper  in  all  big  musical 
affairs.  Returning  to  Canada  he  labored  for  twelve 
years  with  choir  and  organ  at  the  Metropolitan  Church, 
Toronto,  building  up  what  is  said  to  have  been  the  best 
choir  in  the  Dominion. 

Robert  C.  Pate,  the  plunger  who  sunk  a  fortune 
trying  to  give  the  Mexicans  a  new  sport,  that  of  match- 
ing bulls  against  lions,  plans  to  return  to  Mexico  City 
as  soon  as  the  revolution  has  subsided,  and  attempt 
some  other  form  of  pastime.  The  Mexicans  flocked 
to  his  arena,  and  just  as  visions  of  wealth  in  a  few 
short  weeks  appeared,  both  bull  and  imported  lion 
backed  to  the  far  ends  of  the  enclosure  and  refused  to 
fight.  Pate  also  tried  horse-racing  at  the  Mexican  cap- 
ital, but  it  was  not  patronized,  and  he  lost  hundreds 
of  thousands  of  dollars  in  the  venture.  He  is  nearly 
seventy-four,  a  native  of  Indiana. 

The  Rev.  Antonio  A.  Arrighi,  the  first  Protestant 
minister  to  be  ordained  in  Rome,  and  since  1881  a  lead- 
ing missionary  social  worker  in  New  York,  was  a 
galley  slave  for  more  than  three  years  at  Civita  Veccbi. 
having  been  captured  in  the  revolution  of  1849,  when 
he  went  out  as  drummer  boy  in  the  Garibaldi  ranks. 
He  escaped,  made  his  way  to  this  country  by  the  aid 
of  a  kind-hearted  sea  captain,  landing  in  New  York  in 
1855.  He  was  quick  to  learn  English,  became  a  citizen 
in  1860,  went  through  the  Civil  War,  and  in  1870 
graduated  from  the  Boston  Theological  Seminary. 
Then  he  returned  to  Italy,  and  for  eight  years  preached 
in  Florence. 

Tong  Kowh  On,  at  the  head  of  the  newly  created 
bureau  of  education  of  the  Chinese  republic,  received 
his  education  in  this  country.  He  was  one  of  the 
second  group  of  Chinese  students  who  came  to  America 
in  the  early  'seventies.  For  six  years  he  received  pri- 
vate instruction.  Graduating  from  Phillips-Exeter 
Academy,  he  went  to  Yale,  but  was  recalled  by  his  gov- 
ernment during  his  first  year.  He  disliked  diplomatic 
life,  and  turned  his  attention  to  business,  in  which  he 
proved  successful.  As  the  head  of  the  new  bureau  On 
has  before  him  the  stupendous  task  of  inaugurating  a 
nation-wide  educational  system  in  a  country  of  40,- 
000.000  school  children,  90  per  cent 
never  had  anything  in  the  way  of  sclv  > 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    SON    OF   THE    SHEIK. 


How  a  Parisianized  Arab  Found  Blood  Thicker  Than  Water. 


The  smell  of  the  warm  slime  on  the  Jeliffe  River  and 
the  sweet,  heavy,  and  sickening  odor  that  exhaled  into 
the  unspeakable  heat  of  the  desert  air  from  the  bunches 
of  dead  and  scorched  water-reeds  is  with  me  yet;  also 
the  sight  of  the  long  stretch  of  dry  mud-bank,  rising 
by  shallow  and  barely  perceptible  degrees  to  the  edge 
of  the  desert  sands,  and  thus  disclosed  by  the  shrinkage 
of  the  Jeliffe  during  the  hot  months.  Hah !  I  can  re- 
member just  how  those  mud-banks  looked:  they  were 
very  broad  and  very  black — except  where  they  touched 
the  desert,  and  there  the  sand  had  sifted  over  them  in 
light  transparent  sprinklings — and  in  rapidly  drying 
under  the  sun  of  the  Sahara  had  cracked  and  warped 
into  thousands  of  tiny  concave  cakes  that  looked  for 
all  the  world  like  little  saucers  in  which  Indian  ink 
has  been  mixed.  (If  you  are  an  artist,  as  was  Theve- 
not,  you  will  better  understand  this.)  Then  there  was 
the  reach  of  the  desert  that  drew  off  on  either  hand 
and  that  rolled  away,  ever  so  gently,  toward  the  place 
where  the  hollow  sky  dropped  out  of  sight  behind  the 
shimmering  horizon,  swelling  grandly  and  gradually 
like  some  mighty  breast  which,  panting  for  breath  in 
the  horrible  heat,  had  risen  in  a  final  gasp  and  had  then, 
in  the  midst  of  it,  suddenly  stiffened  and  become  rigid, 
while  on  this  colorless  bosom  of  the  desert,  where  noth- 
ing stirred  but  the  waxing  light  in  the  morning  and 
the  waning  light  in  the  night,  lay  tumbled  red  and  gray 
rocks,  w:ith  thin  drifts  of  sand  in  their  rifts  and  crevices 
and  gray-green  cacti  squatting  or  sprawlin?  in  their 
blue  shadows.  And  there  was  nothing  more — nothing, 
nothing,  nothing — except  the  appalling  heat  and  the 
maddening  silence. 

And  in  the  midst  of  it  all — we. 

Xow  "we,"  broadly  and  generally  speaking,  were  the 
small  right  wing  of  General  Pawtrot's  division  of  the 
African  service;  speaking  less  broadly  and  less  gen- 
erally, "we"  were  the  advance  guard  of  said  division; 
and,  speaking  in  the  narrowest  and  most  particular 
sense,  "we"  were  the  party  of  war  correspondents,  spe- 
cials, extras,  artists,  etc.,  who  were  accompanying  said 
advance  guard  of  said  wing  of  said  army  of  said 
service  for  reasons  herein  to  be  set  forth. 

As  the  long,  flat,  black  scow  of  the  commissariat 
went  crawling  up  the  torpid  river  with  the  advance 
guard  straggling  along  upon  the  right,  "we"  lay  upon 
the  deck  under  the  shadow  of  the  scow's  awning  and 
talked  and  drank  kouscoussow. 

I  forget  now  what  had  led  up  to  it,  but  Ponscarine 
had  said  that  the  Arabs  were  patriotic,  when  Bab 
Azzoun  cut  in  and  said  something  which  I  shall  repeat 
as  soon  as  I  have  told  you  about  Bab  Azzoun  himself. 
Briefly,  then,  Bab  Azzoun  had  been  born  twenty-nine 
years  before  this  time,  at  Tlemcen,  of  Kabyle  parents 
— his  papa  was  a  sheik — had  been  transplanted  to 
France  at  the  age  of  ten,  and  had  flourished  there  in 
a  truly  remarkable  manner.  He  had  graduated  fifth 
from  the  Poly  technique ;  he  had  written  books  that  had 
been  "courronnees  par  l'Academie" ;  he  had  become 
naturalized !  he  had  been  prominent  in  politics — no  one 
can  cut  a  wide  swath  in  Paris  in  anything  without 
hitting  against  la  politique;  he  had  occupied  important 
positions  in  two  embassies;  he  was  a  diplomat  of  no 
mean  qualities;  he  had  lots  of  influence;  he  dressed 
in  faultless  French  fashion;  he  had  owned  Crusader; 
he  had  lost  money  on  him ;  he  had  applied  to  the  gov- 
ernment for  the  office  of  "Souschef  des  bureaux-Arabes 
dans  l'Oran,"  in  order  to  recoup;  he  had  obtained  it; 
he  had  come  on  with  "us,"  and  was  now  on  this,  his 
first  visit  to  his  fatherland  since  his  tenth  year,  on  his 
way  to  his  post. 
Voila  Bab  Azzoun. 

And  when  Ponscarine  had  spoken  thus  about  the 
patriotism  of  the  Arabs,  Bab  Azzoun  made  him  an- 
swer: "The  Arabs  are  not  sufficiently  educated  to  be 
true  patriots." 

"Bah!"  said  Santander,  "a  man  does  not  require  to 
be  educated  in  order  to  be  a  patriot.  And,  indeed,  the 
rudest  nations  have  ever  been  the  most  devotedly  pa- 
triotic." 

A  es,"  said  Bab  Azzoun,  "but  it  is  a  narrow  and  a 
very  selfish  patriotism." 

"I  can't  see  that,"  put  in  Ponscarine;  "a  patriot  is 
like  an  egg — he  is  either  good  or  bad.  There  is  no 
such  thing  as  a  'good  enough  eggf;  there  is  no  such 
thing  as  a  'good  enough  patriot' — if  a  man  is  one  at 
all.  he  is  a  perfect  one." 

"I   agree,"   answered   Bab   Azzoun;    "yet   patriotism 

can  be  more  or  less  narrow.    Listen  and  I  will  explain" 

— he  raised  himself  from  the  deck  on  his  elbow   and 

•ed   with  the  amber  mouthpiece  of  his  chibouk — 

"in  looking  backward  upon  the  gradual  development  of 

patriotism   in  the  minds  of  men  since  the  days  when 

they  first  began  to  ba  r.  you  can  see  it  pass 

through  five  very  distinct  stages.     Patriotism,  first,  was 

but  love  of  family — of  parents  and  kindred ;  but,  then, 

as  the  family  gri  tpands  into  the  trihe,  it,  too 

— as    merely    a    large    family — becomes    the    object    of 

affection,   of    patriotic   devotion.      This    is   the    second 

stage — the  stage  of  the  tribe,  the  clan,  the  gens;  men 

call  themselves  ..f  the  Gothic  tribe,  of  the  Clan  Chattan, 

of  the  Gen:    Fabianus.     In  the  third   stage,  the  tribe 

has  sought   protection  behind   the   inclosure  of  walls. 

It  i-  ill.'  ag'.-  of  cities;  patriotism  is  the  devotion  to  the 

'   ■     are   Athenian?   ere    Grecians,    Romans   ere 

irthaginians    ere    Africans.     In    the    next 

itism  means  affection  for  the  state,  for  the 


county,  for  the  province;  and  Burgundian,  Xorman, 
and  Fleming  give  freely  of  their  breast-blood  for  Bur- 
gundy, Xormandy,  and  Flanders;  while  we  of  today 
form  the  latest,  but  not  the  last,  link  of  the  lengthening 
chain  by  honoring,  loving,  and  serving  the  country 
above  all  considerations,  be  they  of  tribe,  or  town,  or 
tenure.  Yet  I  do  not  believe  this  to  be  the  last,  the 
highest,  the  noblest  form  of  patriotism.  No,"  said  Bab 
Azzoun,  "this  development  shall  go  on,  ever  expanding, 
ever  mounting,  until,  carried  upon  its  topmost  crest, 
we  attain  to  that  height  from  which  we  can  look  down 
upon  the  world  as  our  country,  humanity  as  our  coun- 
trymen, and  he  shall  be  the  best  patriot  who  is  the  least 
patriotic." 

"Ah-h,  fichtre!"  exclaimed  Santander,  listlessly, 
throwing  a  cushion  at  Bab  Azzoun's  head;  "va  tc 
coucher.  It's  too  hot  to  theorize;  you're  either  a  great 
philosopher,  Bab,  or  a  large-sized" — he  looked  at  him 
over  the  rim  of  his  glass  before  concluding — "idiot." 

But  Bab  Azzoun  had  gone  on  talking  in  the  mean- 
while, and  now  finished  with  "and  so  you  must  not 
blame  me,  if,  looking  upon  them"  (he  meant  the  Arabs) 
"and  theirs,  in  this  light,  I  find  this  African  campaign 
a  sorry  business  for  France  to  be  engaged  in — a  vast 
and  powerful  government  terrorizing  into  submission  a 
horde  of  half-starved  fanatics,"  he  yawned,  "all  of 
which  is  very  bad — very  bad — bah !  give  me  some  more 
koiiscoussow." 

We  were  aroused  by  the  sudden  stoppage  of  the 
scow. 

A  detachment  of  "Zephyrs,"  near  us  upon  the  right 
bank,  scrambled  together  in  a  hollow  square.  A  bat- 
talion of  Coulouglis,  with  liaiks  and  bournous  rippling, 
scuttled  by  us  at  a  gallop,  and  the  Twenty-Third  Chas- 
seurs d'Afrique  in  the  front  line  halted  at  a  "carry"'  on 
the  crest  of  a  sandridge,  w-hich  hid  the  horizon  from 
sight;  the  still,  hot  air  of  the  Sahara  was  suddenly  per- 
vaded with  something  that  roused  us  to  our  feet  in  an 
instant.  Santander  whipped  out  his  ever-ready  sketch- 
book and  began  blocking  in  the  landscape  and  the  posi- 
tion of  the  troops,  while  Thevenot  snatched  his  note- 
book and  "stylograph." 

Of  the  scene  which  now  gathered  upon  us,  I  can,  in 
respect  to  time,  place,  or  relative  succession  of  detail, 
remember  nothing,  only  out  of  that  dark  chaos  can  I 
rescue  a  few  detached  and  fragmentary  impressions — 
all  the  more  vivid,  nevertheless,  from  their  isolation, 
all  the  more  distinct  from  the  gray  blue  of  the  back- 
ground against  which  they  trace  themselves. 

Instantly,  somewhere  disquietingly  near,  an  event,  or 
rather  a  whirl  of  events  that  rushed  and  writhed  them- 
selves together  into  a  quivering  maze  of  dizzying  com- 
plexity, suddenly  evolved  and  widened  like  the  fierce, 
quick  rending  open  of  some  vast  scroll,  and  there  were 
zigzag  hurryings  to  and  fro  and  a  surging  heavenward 
of  a  torrent  of  noises — noises  of  men  and  noises  of 
feet,  noises  of  horses  and  noises  of  arms — noises  that 
hustled  fiercely  upward  above  the  brown  mass  and 
closed  together  in  the  desert  air,  blending  or  joining 
one  with  another,  joining  and  separating,  reuniting  and 
dividing;  noises  that  rattled;  noises  that  clanked;  noises 
that  boomed,  or  shrilled,  or  thundered,  or  quavered; 
and  one  well-known  noise  that,  at  regular  intervals, 
was  dominant  over  all  as  of  a  mighty  flood  of  planks 
and  boards  falling  from  some  vast  height  upon  the  blue 
earth  beneath.  And  then  came  sight  of  blue-gray  trem- 
ulous curtains — but  whether  of  smoke  or  dust,  I  could 
not  say — tumbling  and  billowing,  bellying  out  with  the 
hot  tempest-breath  of  the  battle-demon  that  raged  with- 
in,  and  whose  outermost  fringes  were  torn  by  serrated 
files  of  flashing  steel  and  wavering  ranks  of  red. 

And  this  was  all  at  first.  I  knew  we  had  been  at- 
tacked and  that  behind  those  boiling  smoke-billows, 
somewhere  and  somehow,  though  exactly  how  and 
where  I  could  not  tell,  men,  infuriated  into  beasts,  were 
grappling  and  struggling,  each  man,  with  every  sinew 
on  the  strain,  honestly  striving  to  kill  his  fellow. 

And  now  we  were  in  the  midst  of  a  hollow  square 
of  our  soldiery,  yet  how  we  came  there  I  can  not  recall, 
though  I  remember — trivial  enough  as  it  was — that  the 
water  of  the  Jeliffe  made  my  clothes  heavy  and  clinging 
and  uncomfortable — remember  this,  although  a  mortal 
fear  sat  upon  me  of  being  shot  down  by  some  of  our 
own  frenzied  soldiers.  And  then  came  that  awful  rib- 
cracking  pressure,  as,  from  some  outward,  unseen  cause, 
the  square  was  thrown  back  upon  itself.  The  smell  of 
sweat,  of  horses,  and  men,  the  odor  of  the  powder- 
smoke,  the  blinding,  suffocating,  stupefying  clouds  of 
dust,  the  horrible  fear — greater  than  all  others — of 
being  pushed  down  beneath  those  thousands  of  tram- 
pling feet,  the  terrible  pitch  of  excitement  that  sickens 
and  weakens,  the  momentary  consciousness — vanishing 
as  soon  as  felt — that  this  was  what  men  called  "war," 
and  that  we  were  experiencing  the  stern  reality  of  what 
we  had  so  often  read. 

It  was  not  inspiring,  not  thrilling;  there  was  no 
romance,  no  poetry  about  it ;  there  was  nothing  in  it 
but  the  hideous  jar,  one  against  the  other,  of  men 
drunk  with  the  blood-lust  that  eighteen  hundred  years 
had  not  quenched,  and  all  its  so-called  sublimity  and 
glory  faded  out  of  sight  at  the  magic  of  its  real  pres- 
ence. 

I  looked  at  Eab  Azzoun;  he  was  standing  at  the  gun- 
wale of  the  scow — somehow  we  were  back  on  the  scow 
again — with  an  unloaded  pistol  in  his  hand.  He  was 
watching  the  battle  on  the  bank.  His  nostrils  quivered, 
and  he  shifted  his  feet  exactly  like  an  excited  thorough- 
bred. On  a  sudden,  a  trooper  of  the  Eleventh  Cuiras- 
siers came  spinning  round  and  round  out  of  the  brown 
of  the  battle,  gulping  up  blood,  and  pitched 


face  downwards,  into  the  soft  ooze  where  the  river 
licked  at  the  bank,  raising  ruddy  bubbles  in  the  same 
as  he  blew  his  life-breath  in  gasps  into  it,  and  raking 
it  into  gridiron  patterns  as  his  quivering,  blue  fingers 
closed  into  fists.  Instantly  afterward  came  a  mighty 
rush  across  the  river  beneath  our  very  bows.  Fortv- 
odd  cuirassiers  burst  into  it,  followed  by  eighty  or  a 
hundred  Kabyles.  I  can  recall  just  how  the  horse- 
hoofs  rattled  on  the  saucer-like  cakes  of  dry  mud  and 
flung  them  up  in  countless  fragments  behind  them. 
They  were  a  fine  sight,  those  Kabyles,  with  their  fierce, 
red  horses,  their  dazzling  white  bournous,  their  long,, 
thin,  murderous  rifle-barrels,  thundering  and  splashing 
past,  while  from  the  whole  mass  of  them,  from  under 
the  shadow  of  even'  white  haik,  from  every  black- 
bearded  lip,  was  rolling  their  war-cry:  "Allah,  Allah-il- 
Allah !" 

What  long  dormant  recollections  stirred  in  Bab 
Azzoun  at  this  old  battle-shout!  As  he  faced  them 
now,  he  was  no  longer  the  cold,  cynical  boulcvardier  of 
the  morning.  He  looked  as  he  must  have  looked  when 
he  played — a  ten-year-old  boy — about  the  feet  of 
the  horses  in  his  father's  black  tent.  He  saw  the  long 
lines  of  the  douars  of  his  native  home;  he  saw  the 
camels  and  the  caravan  crawling  toward  the  sunset; 
he  saw  the  women  grinding  meal;  he  saw  his  father, 
the  bearded  sheik;  he  saw  the  Arab  horsemen  riding 
down  to  battle :  he  saw  the  palm-broad  spear-points  and 
the  blue  yataghans.  He  was  no  longer  the  Parisien, 
the  "product  of  civilization,"  the  "race  problem."  In 
an  instant  of  time  all  the  long  years  of  culture  and  edu- 
cation were  as  a  garment  stripped  away.  Once  more 
he  stood  and  stepped  the  Kabyle.  And  with  these  recol- 
lections, his  long-forgotten  native  speech  came  rushing 
to  his  tongue,  and  in  one  long,  shrill,  exultant  cry,  he 
answered  his  countrymen  in  their  own  language: 
"Allah-il-Allah.  Mohammed  ressoul  Allah !" 

He  passed  me  at  a  bound,  leaped  from  the  scow  upon 
the  back  of  a  riderless  horse,  and.  mingling  with  the 
band  of  the  Kabyles.  sped  out  of  sight. 

And  that  was  the  last  I  ever  saw  of  Bab  Azzoun. 

■■■ 

So  absolutely  perfect  in  color,  hardness,  refraction. 

durability,  and  composition  are  the  mostly  recently  man- 
ufactured specimens  of  rubies  that  European  brokers 
now  refuse  to  take  rubies  in  pawn,  as  they  can  not  dis- 
tinguish the  synthetic  gem  from  the  product  of  nature. 
The  German  jew-elry  trade  has  petitioned  the  govern- 
ment to  take  legal  steps  to  protect  the  public  by  re- 
quiring the  synthetic  gem  to  be  sold  as  such.  The 
manufacture  of  sapphires  and  other  gems  is  conducted 
under  the  same  general  process  by  the  addition  of  the 
necessary  coloring  matter.  Paris  is  producing  large 
quantities  of  the  gems,  and  Professor  Miethe  of  Berlin 
has  recently  improved  the  process. 

■  ■» 

As  the  consequence  of  the  discovery  of  natural  gas 
and  oil  in  Caddo  Parish  in  1905-6,  the  industrial  growth 
and  civic  advance  of  Shreveport.  Louisiana,  have  made 
that  city  the  leader  among  Southern  municipalities  of 
corresponding  size.  During  last  year  alone  ten  in- 
dustries, employing  1200  men.  were  brought  to  Shreve- 
port because  of  her  advantages  in  the  way  of  cheap 
fuel,  transportation  facilities,  and  organized  effort  on 
the  part  of  her  business  men.  In  1910  Shreveport  had 
a  population  of  28.015. 

■■■   

Ford's  Theatre,  in  which  President  Lincoln  was  shot, 
is  about  to  pass.  It  has  been  condemned  by  the  gov- 
ernment economic  commission  as  unsanitary  and  un- 
safe. It  has  always  been  one  of  the  Washington 
sights  pointed  out  to  visitors.  The  property  was  pur- 
chased by  the  government  shortly  after  the  close  of 
the  Civil  War.  It  is  now  used  to  house  the  files  of 
the  adjutant-general's  department  of  the  army.  One 
hundred  and  ten  clerks  are  daily  employed  in  the 
building. 

■■■   

Some  persons  attribute  all  crime  to  the  pistol,  for- 
getting that  history  tells  us  that  more  crimes  were  com- 
mitted in  the  world  before  there  were  pistols.  What  is 
to  prevent  a  person  murderously  inclined  from  obtain- 
ing and  using  a  carving  knife,  an  ice  pick,  an  axe  or 
hatchet,  a  razor  or  baseball  bat?  These  all  make  deadly 
weapons. 

■■■ 

The  phrase,  "Sublime  Porte,"  frequently  used  to  de- 
note the  government  of  the  Turkish  Empire  or  the 
country-  itself,  is  derived  from  the  French,  and  means 
lofty  gate.  It  had  its  origin  in  the  gateway  of  the 
outer  court  of  the  seraglio  at  Constantinople,  from 
which  justice  was  supposed  to  be  administered. 

In  Rome,  Georgia,  the  percentage  of  old  men.  hale 
and  sturdy,  who  are  making  a  living  without  assist- 
ance is  large.  More  than  fifty  men  beyond  the  age  of 
seventy — some  are  nearer  eighty' — are-caring  for  them- 
selves, earning  sufficient  for  their  needs.  Most  of  them 
served  four  years  in  the  Southern  armv. 


Four  hundred  years  ago  the  idea  of  numbering  houses 
originated  in  Paris,  though  it  was  not  until  1789  that 
the  system  became  general.  The  first  known  instance 
of  a  London  street  in  which  houses  were  numbered  is 
Prescott  Street,  but  the  practice  did  not  spread  far 
until  1764. 

■■» 

As  a  disease,  appendicitis  became  known  about  thirty- 
years  ago.  Since  that  time  it  is  estimated  that  fully 
200.000  people  in  this  country  have  undergone  surgical 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


311 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  BOTTICELLI. 


A.  J.  Anderson  Combines  Fact  and  Fiction  in   the   Produc- 
tion of  a  Biography. 


Mr.  A.  J.  Anderson  convinces  us  that  we  know  very 
little  about  Botticelli  and  that  in  the  absence  of  fact 
we  are  justified  in  resorting  to  fiction.  It  is  true  that 
many  lives  of  the  great  painter  have  been  written,  but 
as  they  are  mutually  contradictory  upon  most  important 
points  it  would  seem  that  they,  too,  are  fiction.  And 
yet  the  author's  work  is  not  wholly  imaginative.  He 
has  done  no  more  than  reinforce  his  facts,  calling  upon 
fancy  only  when  history  fails  him,  and  in  his  search 
for  facts  he  has  been  both  industrious  and  successful. 

Sandro  Botticelli  was  a  pupil  of  Fra  Filippo  Lippi,  he 
who  painted  "Our  Lady  of  the  Girdle"  and  who  caused 
Sister  Lucrezia,  who  sat  as  model  for  Our  Lady,  to 
forget  her  vows.  Every  one  knows  the  story,  but  the 
author  recalls  it  to  our  memory  as  Lucrezia  poses  that 
the  youthful  Botticelli  may  exercise  his  art  with  her 
beauty  for  his  subject: 

From  the  first  she  and  the  painter  had  been  attracted 
towards  each  other.  Why  ?  Lucrezia  smiled  to  herself  as 
she  tried  to  formulate  the  attraction  in  her  thoughts,  knowing 
full  well  that  the  attraction  lay  in  the  fact  that  he  was  Filippo 
and  she  Lucrezia.  and  that  there  was  the  end  of  it.  They 
had  tried  the  friendship  that  Messer  Plato  is  said  to  have 
originated  :  they  had  tried  to  follow  the  example  of  Dante 
and  Beatrice,  of  Petrarch  and  Laura;  but — well — the  sins  of 
one's  past  life  should  only  be  considered  on  one's  knees,  or 
in  the  confessional. 

In  the  summer  of  1447  Filippino  had  been  born,  and  in  the 
winter  of  '48,  as  soon  as  she  had  been  able  to  wean  her  baby 
and  leave  him  safe  with  his  father,  she  had  made  her  peace 
with  God  and  returned  to  the  convent.  No !  she  and 
Filippo 

"May  I  place  your  cloak  around  you,  madonna?"  asked 
Sandro  :   "it  is  necessary  for  the  subject." 

"Yes  !"  she  answered,  deep  in  her  thoughts,  and  unmindful 
of  the  heat. 

Xo  !  she  and  Filippo  had  made  their  peace  with  God  when 
the  baby  had  been  born  ;  and  then,  as  soon  as  Filippino  could 
be  left,  she  had  gone  back  to  her  convent  to  work  out  her 
repentance.  Filippo  had  begun  by  loving  her  for  herself,  but 
he  had  also  begun  by  loving  her  beautiful  body — yes,  she  knew 
that  she  was  beautiful,  for  did  not  both  Filippo  and  her  mirror 
tell  her  so  daily — he  had  begun  by  loving  her  body  more  than 
her  soul,  and  he  had  ended  by  loving  her  soul  (that  was  the 
real  part  of  her)  more  than  her  body ;  then  God  had  been 
very  good  to  him,  and  had  given  him  back  the  whole  of  her. 
Each  had  given  up  the  other  for  God;  then,  after  more  than 
two  years,  God  had  worked  a  miracle  and  made  the  Pope  dis- 
pense them  from  their  vows  so  that  they  might  be  joined  in 
holy  matrimony. 

"He  began  by  admiring  my  body,  and  by  painting  my  body," 
she  thought ;  "now  he  loves  my  soul,  and  will  presently  paint 
my  soul." 

When  the  time  came  for  the  young  Botticelli  to  study 
in  the  studios  and  from  the  undraped  model  both  Fra 
Filippo  and  Lucrezia  were  gravely  concerned  because 
of  the  temptations  that  must  necessarily  assail  the  path 
of  the  student.  "He  who  dabbles  in  pitch  stains  his 
hands,"  remarked  the  Fra  sententiously,  possibly  with  a 
recollection  of  his  own  errors,  but  Lucrezia  was  even 
harder  to  persuade,  and  exacted  from  her  young 
protege  that  "if  you  become  too  friendly  with  one  of 
these  girls,  I  asked  you — no !  I  command  you  by  your 
love  for  God  and  your  affection  for  me — that  you  leave 
Pollaiuolo's  bottega" : 

The  shadows  had  shifted  a  full  hand's  breadth  before  Lu- 
crezia came,  and  when  she  came  her  face  was  marked  with 
care.  She  closed  the  door  behind  her,  and,  crossing  the  room, 
seated  herself  in  the  window  opposite  to  him.  "So  you  are  de- 
termined to  study  with   Pollaiuolo  ?"  she  asked. 

"He  will  teach  me  to  cut  up  the  little  dead,"  he  answered, 
with  an  attempt  at  gayety. 

"He  will  teach  you  more  than  that,"  she  said,  raising  her 
eyebrows.     Then  she  bit  her  lip  and  watched  him. 

"Fra  Filippo  has  been  talking  to  you?"  he  asked  presently. 

"He  has,"  she  answered. 

"And  you  would  dissuade  me  from  my  purpose?" 

"I  know  that  you  should  learn  anatomy !"  she  cried.  "I 
know  that  you  should  learn  to  draw  from  the  figure  !  But — 
is  this  worth  it  ?  What  shall  a  man  give  in  exchange  for  his 
soul  ?" 

"It  is  the  only  way,  madonna!"  he  answered;  and  the  same 
dogged  look  came  into  his  face  that  had  appeared  when  he 
spoke  with   Filippo. 

"I  know  that  you  will  hate  it,  Sandro,"  she  said.  "I  know 
you  well  enough  to  know  that  you  will  hate  it !  I  pray  that 
you  may  hate  it — I  pray  the  good  God  that  you  may  hate  it 
more  every  day — I  will  never  cease  praying  that  you  may 
hate  it!     Will  you  promise  me  one  thing,   Sandro?" 

"If  it  be  possible,  madonna!" 

"You  were  so  dear  to  me  hefore  Alessandra  came — you 
have  been  so  dear  to  me  since  she  came — that  I  have  the 
right   to   ask  this  promise!" 

He  hesitated,  his  affection  for  Lucrezia  struggling  with  his 
love   for  his   work.     "I  promise,"   he   answered. 

Later  on  we  are  allowed  to  glance  at  the  interior  of 
the  studio  and  at  one  of  the  lessons  in  anatomy  that 
Antonio  was  so  fond  of  imparting: 

"Piero!"  Antonio's  voice  sounded  thick  with  the  dust  that 
had  lain  among  long  neglected  portfolios.  "What  models 
have  we  here  today?" 

"Only  Sibella.  I  shall  need  her  presently  for  that  panel 
of  Venus." 

"Then  Venus  must  wait!     Ohe !     Sibella!    Sibella!" 

The  girl  who  entered  was  of  a  type  that  one  sees  in 
Florence  at  the  present  time — plump,  brown-eyed,  pretty ;  but 
she  was  rather  taller  than  most.  She  smiled  at  Piero,  then 
her   eyes   rested    on    Sandro   with   approval. 

"Come  here,  Filepepi !"  said  Antonio,  as  he. unclasped  the 
model's  gown  and  laid  bare  her  throat.  "This  girl  is  some- 
what fat  for  our  purpose,  but  she  must  serve."  And,  tilting 
her  chin,  he  commenced  to  lecture  on  the  anatomy  of  the 
throat,  comparing  what  was  visible  with  the  sketches  and 
diagrams  in  the  portfolio.  "Pouf!"  he  said;  "she  is  too  fat. 
You  must  see  with  your  fingers  instead  of  with  your  eyes!" 
He  guided  Sandro's  fingers  to  the  tendons  above  the  collar- 
bone. "Press  deeply,"  he  said;  "she  is  not  wax  to  dent,  nor 
salt  to  crumble !" 

"Nor  is  she  Picco  to  bite,"  added  Sibella,  showing  her 
white  teeth  in  laughter  and  glancing  at  him  saucily  over  the 
point  of  her  chin. 

Sibella  tries  her  best  to  fascinate  the  young  artist, 


but  abandons  him  in  despair.  Dominica  has  better  luck, 
for  she  is  devoted  and  strong.  She  can  pose  all  day 
in  the  studio  and  then  hold  another  pose  for  three- 
quarters  of  an  hour  in  the  evening  for  Botticelli. 
Dominica  is  his  model  for  "Judith  with  the  Head  of 
Holofernes,"  and  he  has  been  drawing  and  rubbing  out 
until  disheartened: 

"Heaven!"  he  groaned;  "what  is  the  matter  with  me?  Try 
as  I  will,  I  can  not  get  this  drapery  to  look  natural !" 

"It  is  easy  to  tell !"  remarked  Dominica,  who  had  come 
round  to  inspect  the  study,  and  was  ready  to  criticize  with 
the  directness  and  intuition  of  a  model  who  is  interested  in 
her  work. 

"Then  what  is  wrong?" 

"I  can  tell  you  this — my  pose  is  very  good  indeed  ;  I  am 
swinging  along  with  the  step  and  carriage  of  one  who  has 
far  to  go  ;  also  you  have  draped  my  gown  so  as  to  give  me 
every   freedom  in   walking." 

"Then  what  is  wrong,  O  Dominica?" 

"You  have  made  my  drapery  sway  with  the  motion  and 
blow  with  the  wind  ;  that  is  right !  But  you  have  made  it  fail 
as  loosely  as  it  falls  when  I  pose,  instead  of  making  it  cling 
close  to  my  legs:  that  is  very  wrong  indeed!" 

"By  Bacchus!  you  are  clever!"  He  wiped  the  sweat  from 
his  face,  pushed  the  hair  off  his  forehead  ;  then  he  looked  up  at 
Dominica.  "How  in  the  name  of  all  the  saints  am  I  to  draw 
your  drapery  in  motion  ?"  he  asked.  "I  can  not  make  you 
stride  up  and  down  this  paint-box  of  a  studio  !" 

"Ask  Picco !"  said  she  scornfully.  "Even  that  little  dog 
would  know !  You  must  first  draw  me  undraped  and  properly 
posed,  so  as  to  get  the  shape  of  my  limbs ;  then  you  must 
draw  in  the  drapery  when  I  am  walking,  so  that  you  may 
make  it  cling  properly  to  the  front  of  my  legs:  it  is  as  simple 
as  eating  chestnuts!  See!  I  will  undress  and  pose  now  so 
you  may  draw  my  limbs  :  then,  tomorrow  morning,  I  will 
dress  in  this  drapery,  and  we  will  go  out  early  before  the 
people  are  astir  so  that  you  may  draw  me  as  I  walk  along." 
And.  she  began  to  unloose  her  garments. 

Botticelli,  suggests  the  author,  must  have  had  some 
big,  coarse  woman  for  his  model  of  "Fortitude,"  for 
the  figure  has  a  vast  and  almost  repulsive  body,  but  into 
the  face  the  artist  has  breathed  his  own  spirituality. 
And  so  we  have  the  invention  of  Hilda: 

Hilda  posed,  Sandro  painted  ;  or,  rather,  Hilda  both  posed 
and  painted,  for,  after  the  first  fortnight,  as  Sandro  wielded 
his  brush,  he  knew  that  Hilda  was  influencing  his  strokes 
and  making  him  paint  her  exactly  as  she  was.  During  the 
first  fortnight  he  was  painting  her  face,  and  during  the  firsi. 
fortnight  he  managed  to  breathe  some  spirituality  into  her 
features,  to  refine  the  shape  of  her  broad  nostrils,  to  take 
the  sensuality  out  of  her  mouth,  to  remove  the  suggestion  of 
animalism  which  stamped  her  chin  and  throat ;  but  when  he 
came  to  her  body  he  painted  Hilda.  It  is  true  that  he  fore- 
shortened the  upper  part  of  her  legs  badly,  but  the  body  was 
the  body  of  Hilda  and  the  pose  hers. 

Sometimes,  during  the  dinner  hour,  Antonio  and  Piero 
would  come  into  the  bottega  to  examine  the  paintings. 

"This  is  a  strange  figure  of  Sandro's !"  Antonio  would  re- 
mark 

"I  wonder  what  she  would  look  like  if  she  stood  up!"  Piero 
would  answer. 

"Of  course  the  construction  is  wrong!  This  woman  of 
Sandro's  is  a  monstrosity,  but  she  is  imposing !  She  will 
cause  a  sensation  !" 

Botticelli  falls  wholly  a  victim  to  Hilda's  substantial 
charms,  and  this  leads  to  trouble  in  Pollaiuolo's  studio. 
Botticelli  has  been  ordered  to  finish  a  picture  for  which 
Maddalena  poses  while  Hilda  sits  for  another  artist: 

She  entered  with  a  supreme  self-confidence,  smiling  first 
at  Sandro,  then  at  Piero,  and,  donning  some  loose  drapery, 
seated  herself  on  the  throne  which  had  figured  in  Fortitude. 
Strange  to  say,  her  new  pose  was  similar  to  that  in  Sandro's 
picture,  and  Sandro,  to  his  confusion,  found  himself  right  in 
the  line  of  her  vision. 

Hilda  fixed  her  eyes  on  Sandro,  and  the  battle  began. 

At  first  Sandro  tried  to  busy  himself  with  his  painting,  and 
forgot  about  Hilda;  but  how  can  one  forget  about  the  woman 
who  fascinates  one,  when  one  is  under  the  battery  of  her 
eyes  ? 

Next,  he  acknowledged  to  himself  that  Hilda  was  there 
and  that  he  was  in  the  presence  of  a  great  temptation  ;  and, 
recalling  Landino's  story  from  ancient  Greece,  pictured  the 
woman  as  some  witch  who  was  striving  to  convert  him  into 
the  similitude  of  a  beast ;  but  how  can  one  regard  a  woman 
as  a  sorceress  when  one  is  conscious  of  the  thrills  of  an 
intense  physical   excitement? 

He  raised  his  eyes  to  meet  hers.  She  hardly  smiled,  but 
something  came  forth  from  her  eyes  that  caressed  him,  and, 
do  what  he  would,  his  eyes  caressed  them  back.  From  that 
moment  he  could  not  keep  his  eyes  from  seeking  hers  fre- 
quently. 

"Are  you  painting  me  or  are  you  painting  Hilda?"  asked 
Maddalena  tartly. 

"He  does  but  rest  his  eyes,"  suggested  Hilda. 

"I  was  speaking  to  him,  not  to  you  !"  retorted  the  former. 

"I  did  but  explain,"  answered  the  other  gently,  "that  Sandro 
must   rest  his   eyes.     Your   face  dazzles   him." 

"You  liar !"  cried  Maddalena,  for  this  false  accusation  of 
a  shiny  complexion  had  been  going  on  for  more  than  a  year, 
and  the  jest  had  become  exceeding  wearisome.  "You  beast! 
You  pig!" 

"It  is  better  to  gaze  at  a  pig  in  the  flesh,"  said  Hilda 
Lochener,  "than  to  gaze  at  swine  in  a  mirror."  And  the 
bottega  yelled  with  merriment. 

Botticelli  is  invited  to  the  Medici  Villa  to  receive  the 
congratulations  of  Madonna  Lucrezia  de  Medici  on  the 
completion  of  his  "San  Sebastiano"  and  he  explains  why 
he  made  the  face  of  the  martyr  so  painless: 

"And  this  San  Sebastiano  of  yours?"  she  had  asked. 

"He  had  a  brave  soul,  madonna."  he  had  explained,  "which 
had  fashioned  a  brave  body,  and  I  would  not  paint  this  body 
in  the  passing  agony  of  martyrdom ;  besides,  since  I  have 
never  seen  a  saint  martyred,  nor  even  a  good  man  tortured, 
1  could  have  no  true  idea  of  his  appearance  under  the  cir- 
cumstances." 

"That   is    true,"   she   had   replied,   smiling. 

"And  so,"  he  had  continued,  "I  have  wiped  out  the  pain 
which  I  could  not  imagine  truthfully,  and  have  painted  the 
courage  and  steadfastness  which  I  could  imagine.  Is  that 
clear,   madonna?" 

"It   is  clear,"   she  had   answered 

"I  have  tried."  he  had  concluded — "I  have  tried  to  paint  a 
very'  brave  soul  in  a  very  brave  body.  After  all,  it  was  not 
the  pain  of  the  martyrdom  that  mattered,  but  the  courage 
which  led  him  to  his  martyrdom." 

"It  is  a  very  beautiful  thought,"  she  had  replied;  "I  would 
hear  more  of  it."  But  the  others  had  come  up,  and  their 
conversation  had  ended. 

It  is  appropriate  that  Leonardo  da  Vinci  should  ap- 
pear in  these  pages.     Botticelli  observes  his  great  con- 


temporary purchase  some  birds  from  a  dealer  in  order 
to  liberate  them  and  he  congratulates  him  on  his  com- 
passion : 

"Watch  I"  said  he  gravely,  loosing  a  captive  mavis.  "See  ! 
the  thrushes  and  other  small  birds  are  able  to  make  headway 
against  the  course  of  this  wind  because  they  fly  in  spirts ; 
they  first  take  a  long  course  by  dropping  in  a  slanting  direc- 
tion towards  the  ground,  with  their  wings  half-c'.osed ;  then 
they  open  their  wings,  catching  the  wind  in  them  with  the 
reverse  movement,  and  so  rise  to  a  height ;  and  then  they 
drop   again  in  the  same   way." 

"This  is  most  interesting  !"  answered  Sandro,  with  his  eyes 
twinkling. 

"It  is,  for  I  am  planning,  together  with  a  friend  of  mine, 
to  test  the  possibility  of  human   flight." 

"For  which  reason,  I  noticed  that  you  not  only  studied  the 
flight  of  birds,  but  also  the  flightiness  of  maidens." 

"Believe  me,  Sandro,  that  I  am  serious!  Of  course,  our 
bird  should  have  no  other  model  than  the  bat,  since  we  must 
bind  together  the  framework  of  our  wings  with  a  membrane 
like  that  of  a  bat.  and  not  with  feathers  that  are  separated 
from  one  another  so  as  to  allow  the  air  to  pass  through  them  ; 
in  fact,  I  am  at  present  engaged  in  dissecting  a  bat  and  study- 
ing it  carefully,  as  the  model   for  our  machine." 

"Therefore  you  study  the  flight   of  birds?" 

"Certainly  !  For  a  bird  is  an  instrument  working  according 
to  mathematical  law.  which  instrument  it  is  possible  for  man 
to  reproduce  with  all  its  movements,  but  not  with  a  corre- 
sponding degree  of  strength ;  and  so,  consequently.  I  am 
studying  chiefly  the  movements  of  the  greater  birds  which 
glide,  and  the  manner  in  which  they  overcome,  and  make 
use  of,  the  air-currents.  Already  I  have  fashioned  the  model 
of  a  bird  furnished  with  a  tail  that  can  be  twisted  to  an  angle 
of  various  degrees  ;  and,  in  our  finished  bird,  I  shall  fit  helms 
on  the  shoulders  of  the  wings  so  that  it  may  be  enabled  to 
bend  either  upwards  or  downwards,   to   the  right  or  left." 

The  painting  of  "Giovanna  Tornabuoni  with  Venus 
and  the  Graces"  is  made  the  occasion  of  a  dissertation 
upon  art : 

"How  is  the  drawing  progressing?"  asked  Giovanna.  "Will 
the  portrait  be  a  good  one?" 

"The  lute  may  be  a  graceful  instrument,"  he  answered ; 
"but.  after  all,  it  is  only  a  little  wood  and  a  few  strings, 
whilst  the  true  beauty  of  the  lute  lies  in  its  sound." 

"Yes,"  she  answered,   wondering  what   was  coming. 

"The  peach  is  a  very  fair  fruit,  but  the  true  beauty  of  the 
peach   lies  in  its  flavor." 

"Yes,"  she   answered  doubtfully. 

"The  violet  is  but  a  small,  purple  flower  until  one  detects 
its  scent." 

"And  the  answer  to  this  riddle,  Messer  Sandro?"  said  she 
quickly,  fearing  another  simile. 

"Your  portrait,  madonna,  if  you  will  forgive  my  saying  so, 
will  be  but  the  likeness  of  a  little  flesh  and  blood,  c'ad  in  a 
matron's  robe ;  your  personal  graces — like  the  sound  of  the  , 
lute,  the  sweetness  of  the  peach,  the  perfume  of  the  violet — 
will  fill  the  rest  of  the  picture.  Thus,  my  painting  will  not 
be  a  picture  of  the  Three  Graces  with  Madonna  Giovanna, 
but  a  portrait  of  Madonna  Giovanna  and  her  own  natural 
graces." 

"It  seems  a  beautiful  idea,"  she  answered;  "but  I  scarcely 
understand " 

"If  I  gaze  at  you  steadily,  madonna,  I  can  see  something 
of  your  character  in  the  expression  of  your  features  and  the 
glance  of  your  eyes  ;  but  how  could  I  hope  to  depict  all  this 
on  the  difficult  surface  of  quickly-drying  plaster?  You  un- 
derstand?" 

Madonna  nodded  her  head. 

"But,  if  I  am  talking  with  you — not  staring  at  you  rudely, 
but  glancing  at  you  from  time  to  time — or,  perhaps,  talking 
with  you  when  the  dusk  has  veiled  your  features,  or  perhaps 
talking  with  you  whilst  I  am  busy  painting — I  am  as  acutely 
conscious  of  your  presence,  of  your  personality,  of  your 
character,  as  I  would  be  if  I  were  gazing  at  you  in  a  strong 
light.     Is  that  clear,  madonna?" 

"Perfectly,"  she  answered. 

"Therefore  the  Graces  shall  be  your  graces,  and  your  char- 
acter shall  run  through  the  whole  of  the  picture,  and  men 
who  look  at  this  picture  shall  receive  the  same  feeling  of 
sweetness,  graciousness,  and  joyousness  that  they  would  re- 
ceive if  they  talked  with  you  yourself." 

Botticelli's  inclinations  towards  Fra  Girolamo  Savon- 
arola are  cleverly  expressed  by  means  of  a  vision  or  a 
dream.  The  artist  is  sitting  before  the  stove  in  his 
studio  and  wishing  that  such  a  fire  had  been  used  for 
Savonarola,  a  fire  that  would  warm  without  scorching 
and  burning: 

He  had  been  a  wonderful  man,  this  Fra  Girolamo,  and,  in 
spite  of  his  eccentricity,  he  felt  almost  compelled  to  believe 
in  him.  Simone  had  believed  in  him,  and  Simone  believed 
in  him  now,  and  Simone  was  not  eccentric. 

Fra  Girolamo's  earnestness  had  been  marvelous,  his  self- 
denial  a  miracle,  and  his  prophecies  almost  compelled  belief. 
And  yet,  in  spite  of  all  his  seeming  virtues,  his  judges  had 
found  him  guilty  of  death — and  his  judges  were  good  and 
honest  citizens. 

Ah  !  Here  is  Doffo  Spini — it  was  strange  that  he  had  not 
noticed  him  before — and  Doffo  was  one  of  the  chief  persons 
who  had  always  been  chosen  to  examine  Fra  Girolamo — and 
Doffo  was  a  most  honest  and  truthful  man. 

"Doffo,  my  friend."  he  asks,  "tell  me  the  plain  truth  as 
to  what  faults  you  find  in  Fra  Girolamo,  by  which  he  de- 
served to  die  so  infamous  a  death!" 

"Sandro,  have  I  to  tell  you  the  truth?"  answered  Doffo. 

"The  whole  truth !" 

"Then,  not  only  did  we  never  find  in  him  mortal  sin  ;  but, 
moreover,  neither  was  venial  sin  found  in  him  '." 

"Wherefore,"  he  asks,  wondering,  "did  you  cause  him  to 
die  in  so  infamous  a  fashion?" 

"Not  I,"  answers  Doffo  sadly,  "but  Benozzo  Federighi  was 
the  cause  of  it.  And  if  this  prophet  and  his  companions 
had  not  been  put  to  death,  and  had  they  been  sent  back  to 
San  Marco,  the  people  would  have  put  us  to  the  sack,  and  we 
should  all  have  been  cut  to  pieces." 

Then  the  fire  begins  to  scorch  his  face,  even  as  it  had 
scorched  Fra  Girolamo,  and  Sandro  woke  up  to  find  that  the 
sun  had  shifted  and  was  shining  in  his  eyes. 

The  author's  method  seems  to  be  unobjectionable.  If 
he  has  called  upon  his  imagination  to  fill  the  place  of 
missing  facts  he  has  never  done  so  in  defiance  of  known 
facts.  And  he  attains  a  result  that  is  probably  as  accu- 
rate as  the  biographies  that  profess  to  he  historical  and 
that  are  obviously  fanciful.  Moreover,  his  book  is  of 
fascinating  interest  and  with  its  fact  and  romance  indi- 
cated  with  sufficient  clearness  to  satisfy  both  history 
and  fiction.  Xotes  and  a  chronological  list  of  paintings 
are  useful  additions. 

The  Romance  of  Sandro  Botticem.t.  Woven  from 
His   Paintings.     By   A.   J.   Anderson. 
illustrations.    New  York:  Dodd,  Mead  &  :t 


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Mr.  Rex  Beach  devotes  his  latest  story  to 
the  doings  of  the  Sicilian  Mafia.  His  hero, 
Norvin  Blake,  is  invited  to  Sicily  to  be  pres- 
ent at  the  marriage  of  his  friend.  Count 
Mattel  Savigno,  to  the  beautiful  Signorina 
Margherita  Ginini.  Upon  Blake's  arrival  he 
finds  that  Savigno's  estate  is  under  a  sort  of 
siege  by  the  Mafiosi  because  of  the  young 
Sicilian's  refusal  to  submit  to  blackmail.  The 
Mafia,  he  is  informed,  is  "no  sect,  no  cult, 
no  secret  body  of  assassins,  highwaymen,  and 
robbers,  as  you  foreigners  imagine ;  it  is  a 
national  hatred  of  authority,  an  individual  ex- 
pression  of   superiority   to   the   law." 

Mr.  Beach's  Sicilian  pictures  are  very  well 
done.  We  have  a  glowing  description  of  the 
fiesta  that  precedes  the  wedding,  and  then 
comes  the  tragedy  that  clears  the  way  for 
the  romance.  Savigno  and  Blake,  riding 
home  after  the  festivities,  are  attacked  by 
Mafiosi  and  Savigno  is  murdered.  Blake  car- 
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has  already  fallen  in  love,  and  offers  his  aid 
to  t  rack  down  the  assassins.  Recalled  to 
America  by  his  mother's  illness,  he  hurries 
back  to  Sicily  as  rapidly  as  possible,  only  to 
find  that  Margherita  has  disappeared,  pre- 
sumably on  her  quest  for  vengeance.  After 
searching  for  her  vainly  Blake  goes  back  to 
New  Orleans,  engages  in  business,  and  at  last 
finds  himself  once  more  confronted  with  the 
Sicilian  Mafiosi,  who  have  now  transferred 
their  activities  to  the  New  World. 

We  see  at  once  how  the  story  must  end. 
The  murderers  of  Savigno  are  evidently 
among  the  band  whom  the  New  Orleans 
police  are  trying  to  extirpate,  and  so  we  are 
quite  prepared  to  find  that  the  Countess  Mar- 
gherita is  also  on  the  spot  watching  her 
chance  to  revenge  herself  on  the  assassins  of 
her  lover.  There  is  only  one  possible  con- 
clusion  and   it  is  visible  all  the  way  through. 

But  this  is  not  Mr.  Beach's  best  story.  His 
subsidiary  characters,  Myra  Nell,  for  example, 
and  Bernie  Dreux,  are  much  better  than  his 
principals.  The  Countess  Margherita  is 
wholly  unconvincing  and  not  in  the  least  like 
a   Sicilian  aristocrat. 

But  the  chief  fault  of  the  story  is  its  care- 
less composition  and  its  lack  of  unity.  All 
the  way  through  we  are  compelled  to  wonder 
how  this,  that,  or  the  other  could  have  hap- 
pened, and  we  are  allowed  to  wonder.  The 
narrative  is  ingenious  enough  and  interesting 
enough,  but  it  is  a  narrative  of  events  that 
never  happened  or  could  happen.  It  is  a 
narrative   of  hasty  invention. 

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Professor  Dealey  is  to  be  congratulated 
upon  a  history  of  family  life  marked  not  only 
by  erudition,  but  by  an  unusual  skill  in  link- 
ing causes  with  their  appropriate  effects. 
Professing  to  give  us  a  history  of  the  family 
from  the  days  of  early  civilization  until  now, 
he  actually  does  more  than  this.  He  shows 
us  something  of  the  many  forces  that  have 
operated  alternately  to  raise  and  depress  the 
status  of  the  f ami  ly.  Thus  he  shows  the 
pernicious  effects  of  the  early  Christianity 
that  attached  the  idea  of  moral  evil  to  the 
sexual  impulse  and  the  advantages  to  society 
that  have  accrued  from  the  divorce  between 
religion  and  marriage.  Equally  illuminating 
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upon   marriage. 

The  author  mars  a  valuable  work  by  his 
advocacy  of  compulsory  eugenics.  In  com- 
mon with  most  writers  on  this  subject  he 
seems  to  overlook  the  fact  that  none  but  per- 
fect beings  could  be  entrusted  with  terrible 
powers  of  mutilation  and  segregation. '  For 
example,  who  is  to  determine  the  precise  de- 
gree of  mental  deficiency  that  shall  justify 
operative  interference?  A  medical  diploma 
is  certainly  no  guaranty  either  of  moral  re- 
sponsibility or  of  scientific  skill.  And  by 
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as  many   different  places? 

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The  study  of  Egyptology  will  receive  a  dis- 
tinct   stimulus    from    the    publication    of    Pro- 
Breasted's    lectures    on   the    "Develop- 
ment   of     Religioi      and    Thought    in    Ancient 
Egypt."     For  the  author  has   something  more 
to  offer  than  an  analysis  or  digest  of  already 
known   documents.     "The   Book  of  the   Dead" 
has  hitherto  been   almost  our  only  source  of 
information    on    Egyptian    faith,    certainly   the 
most    dignified    and    authoritative.      But    now 
we    are     introduced    to    the     Pyramid     Texts 
which  were  found  in  the  pyramids  of  Sakhara, 
and    which    long    antedate   the    "Book   of   the 
Dead       that    is    to    say    from    the   vicinity    of 
2625    10   jmssiliK    2475    B.   C,   and   which   are 
only    now    made    available    for    English-speak- 
ing   readers.      And    even    the    readings    found 
in    the   Sakhara  pyramids  are  evidently  copies 
of  still  older  versions,  and  incomplete  copies 
at   that,   since    .hey   refer  to   conditions  in  the 
before   the    First    Dynasty   of 
:-       -.en    at    that    time    it    seems    that 
\  ..ibis  worship  was  in   existence, 
-enption  of  the  texts  and  for  the 


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faith  the  student  must  refer  to  the  volume 
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manship. And  yet  it  is  hard  to  resist  the 
conviction  that  the  Egyptians  placed  some 
deeper  significance  upon  their  rituals  than 
the  surface  meaning  that  they  seem  to  bear. 
For  example,  the  Negative  Confession  of  the 
Book  of  the  Dead  is  of  so  lofty  and  unsur- 
passed a  morality  that  it  seems  incompatible 
with  the  crude  superstitions  that  are  appar- 
ently  indicated  in  other  parts  of  the  text. 

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Re  ?  The  form  Ra  is  more  dignified  and  has 
surely    the   sufficient   sanction    of   custom. 

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of  age  she  discovers  that  she  does  not  in- 
herit her  grandfather's  fortune  until  she  is 
married  or  has  reached  the  age  of  thirty-five 
years.  Under  those  painful  circumstances  she 
decides  to  marry  Jimmy  Bigelow,  whom  she 
had  "turned  down"  with  contumely  only  the 
day  before,  and  as  she  always  has  her  own 
way  in  everything  she  leads  the  exultant 
Jimmy  to  the  altar  and  then  proposes  to  de- 
part forthwith  upon  an  automobile  tour  with 
a  party  of  friends  that  does  not  include  her 
husband.  The  story  is  an  amusing  and  im- 
possible extravagance,  clever  enough  in  its 
way,  but  hardly  worthy  of  the  author's  abili- 
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have  recognized  the  evil  and  taken  measures 
for  its  abatement  Dr.  Copper's  little  volume 
is  one  that  the  philanthropist  ought  not  to 
overlook. 

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Horace  Howard  Furness,  Jr.,  who  is  carry- 
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the  life-work  of  his  late  father,  has  the  seven- 
teenth volume,  "Julius  Caesar,"  almost  ready. 
It  will  be  brought  out  early  next  year  by  the 
J.   B.  Lippincott  Company. 

A  third  edition  revised  of  "A  Short  Life 
of  Henry  Fawcett,  the  Blind  Postmaster- 
General  of  England,"  for  all  children  every- 
where, has  just  been  called  for.  This  book, 
which  is  by  Miss  Winifred  Holt,  the  secretary 
and  founder  of  the  New  York  Association 
for  the  Blind,  is  sold  for  the  benefit  of  the 
New  York  association  from  its  headquarters, 
the  Lighthouse,  at  118  East  Fifty-Ninth 
Street,  New  York;  25  cents  a  copy. 

Mr.  FitzRoy  Carrington,  whose  "Prints  and 
Their  Makers,"  a  book  of  essays  on  engravers 
and  etchers,  old  and  modern,  has  just  been 
issued  by  the  Century  Company,  has  been 
called  to  fill  the  new  place  of  Curator  of 
Prints  at  Harvard  University,  and  he  will  oc- 
cupy the  same  position  in  the  Boston  Public 
Library.  Mr.  Carrington  has  been  for  a  num- 
ber of  years  a  partner  in  the  firm  of  Fred- 
erick Keppel  &  Co.,  from  which  he  will  retire 
on  the  first  of  March  next  to  take  his  new 
place  in  Boston. 

The  fall  list  of  the  George  H.  Doran  Com- 
pany, New  York,  who  are  also  publishers  in 
America  for  the  English  firm  of  Hodder  & 
Stoughton,  is  broadly  international  in  its  pres- 
entation of  great  authors.  The  United  States, 
England,  and  Ireland  are  not  only  represented, 
but  Canada,  France,  and  Hungary  as  well. 
Sir  Arthur  Conan  Doyle,  Justin  Huntly  Mc- 
Carthy, Ralph  Connor,  Baroness  Orczy,  G.  A. 
Birmingham,  Marguerite  Audoux,  Irvin  S. 
Cobb,  and  James  Montgomery  Flagg  are 
among  the  names  on  the  title-pages  of  their 
new  books. 

To  his  "wanderer"  books — the  published 
ones  deal  with  Holland,  London,  and  Paris — 
Mr.  Lucas  has  added  "A  Wanderer  in  Flor- 
ence," just  brought  out  by  the  Macmillan 
Company.  It  is  but  another  demonstration 
that  he  knows  what  makes  up  a  really  good 
book  of  travel.  Any  one  at  all  familiar  with 
the  qualifications  of  Mr.  Lucas  can  appreciate 
what  a  remarkably  fertile  field  for  explora- 
tion he  would  find  in  the  beauties  of  art  and 
architecture  and  in  the  natural  scenery  of 
Florence. 

Harry  A.  Franck,  author  of  "A  Vagabond 
Journey  Around  the  World"  and  "Four 
Months  Afoot  in  Spain,"  has  just  reached 
Quito,  Ecuador,  on  his  tramp  through  Cen- 
tral and  South  America.  He  reports  that  he 
covered  the  eight  hundred  and  fifty  miles 
from  Bogota,  Colombia,  to  Quito  in  fifty-seven 
days,  spending  fifteen  of  them  in  the  cities 
through  which  he  passed  and  forty-two  days 
on  the  road,  making  from  seven  to  forty 
miles  a  day.  From  what  he  had  been  told, 
he    expected    to    find    that    the    inhabitants    of 


Colombia  were  not  cordial  to  visiting  Ameri- 
cans, but  he  says  that  "the  risk  we  ran  as 
Americans  in  a  'Yanqui'-hating  land  was  about 
equal  to  that  of  a  trip  down  Broadway  on  a 
Sunday  morning ;  once  a  Colombian  cried 
right  out  loud  to  us  sarcastically  as  we  passed: 
'America  for  the  North  Americans  !'  and  this 
was  the  extent  of  the  insults  or  ill-treatment 
received  from  the  inhabitants  of  Colombia." 
E.  F.  Benson,  whose  novel  "The  Vintage" 
gives  a  brilliant  picture  of  the  enthusiasm  of 
the  Greeks  in  their  war  against  the  Turks 
nearly  a  century  ago,  has  remarked  that  the 
victories  won  by  the  Hellenes  in  that  struggle 
for  independence  were  the  first  they  had 
known  since  captured  by  the  Romans.  Mr. 
Benson,  who  was  for  a  time  a  member  of  the 
Archaeological  School  at  Athens,  was  able  to 
gather  at  first  hand  the  observations  of  Greece 
and  the  Greeks  which  he  put  into  "The  Vin- 
tage," published  in  this  country  by  Harper  & 
Brothers. 

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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Contest  for  California. 

Mr.  Elijah  R.  Kennedy  subtitles  his  inter- 
esting volume  of  California  history  with  the 
words  "How  Colonel  E.  D.  Baker  Saved  the 
Pacific  States  to  the  Union."  In  his  opening 
words  he  proposes  "to  describe  the  secession 
movement  on  the  Pacific  Slope,  and  to  show 
how,  mainly  through  the  efforts  and  influence 
of  Edward  D.  Baker,  the  plot  to  involve 
California,  Oregon,  and  contiguous  territories 
with  the  South,  in  1861,  was  frustrated  and 
the  Pacific  Coast  was  saved  to  the  Union." 

Possibly  the  author  has  attempted  too 
much.  That  the  Southern  leaders  had  hopes 
of  California  there  need  be  no  doubt,  nor 
that  their  agents  were  scattered  throughout 
the  state  and  doing  their  best  to  weld  the 
secession  forces  into  an  effective  unit.  But 
before  the  author  could  succeed  in  such  a 
demonstration  as  he  sets  himself  he  would 
have  to  prove  that  California  would  have  se- 
ceded but  for  certain  events  and  that  those 
events  were  due  to  the  activities  of  Colonel 
Baker.  It  is  always  hard  to  prove  what 
would  have  happened  but  for  certain  condi- 
tions, and  we  may  be  pardoned  for  a  hesita- 
tion to  admit  that  there  was  only  one  man 
who  stood  between  California  and  her  ad- 
hesion  to    the    Southern   cause. 

That  Colonel  Baker  played  a  magnificent 
part  at  the  great  moment  of  choice  there  is 
no  reason  to  doubt.  It  is  a  matter  of  history. 
Baker's  great  speech  in  the  old  Ameri- 
can Theatre  was  probably  rightly  described 
by  Hittell  as  "the  greatest  speech  ever  de- 
livered in  California,"  but  when  the  author 
describes  that  speech  and  says  that  "Colonel 
Baker  had  won  the  state  for  the  party  of 
freedom"  he  is  obviously  voicing  his  own 
unverifiable  opinion.  The  precise  results  of 
that  speech,  its  effects  in  changing  opinions 
and  votes,  are  not  in  the  domain  of  exact 
knowledge. 

But  it  is  well  that  Colonel  Baker's  story 
should  be  written  with  so  much  enthusiasm 
and  literary  grace.  It  is  a  story  that  it  is 
well  to  remember.  He  was  a  man  who  lived 
always  on  the  heights,  inspired  by  great 
ideals,  and  pursuing  them  with  a  passionate 
fervor  as  admirable  as  it  is  rare.  Mr.  Ken- 
nedy's book  deserves  an  honorable  place  in 
the  library  of  California  history. 

The  Contest  for  California  in  1861.  By 
Elijah  R.  Kennedy.  Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin 
Company. 

Poems  by  Mrs.  Watson. 

A  hasty  turning  of  the  pages  of  this  sub- 
stantial volume  causes  us  to  refer  to  the  title- 
page  to  verify  the  fact  that  the  author  was 
a  woman.  A  literary  conventionality  has  as- 
sociated certain  qualities  with  a  woman's 
work,  and  we  find  them  all  here,  but  with 
an  added  strength,  a  perfection  of  diction,  and 
a  restraint  that  seems  to  leave  hardly  any 
poetic  virtue  unrepresented.  Mrs.  Watson 
was  always  the  mistress  of  her  muse,  never 
allowing  her  enthusiasms  to  become  im- 
petuous or  tumultuous,  and  never  lapsing 
from  the  invigorating  tone  that  must  have 
expressed  her  own  normal  nature. 

The  volume  of  334  pages  contains  about 
290  poems.  Therefore  they  are  all  short, 
although  they  are  grouped  under  headings  in- 
dicating a  common  spirit.  Among  the  poems 
that  are  entirely  womanly  are  those  of  child- 
hood, and  from  one  of  these  a  stanza  may  be 
quoted  which  expresses  the  feelings  of  a 
mother  who  recognizes  that  her  child  is 
grown : 

The   garden    wastes;    the   little  child    is  grown; 
Rank    with    high    weeds    and    blossoms    overblown. 
His   tiny   territory   boasts   no   more 
The  dainty  many-colored  mien  it  wore 
In  the  old  time, 

When  the  stout  toiler  of  the  summer's  prime 
Wrought    in    his    glory,    sun-flushed    and    bemired 
With  spade  and  water-can,   nor  ever  tired, 
Yet  found   the  bcdward   stair   so   steep  to   climb. 

Of  a  very  different  kind  is  the  sonnet  in 
which  the  author  questions  the  possibilities 
of  an  after  existence  in  which  there  shall  be 
no  backward  glance  of  regret  toward  the 
"dear,  forsaken  ways"  of  life : 

Shall    we    not    weary    in    the    windless    days 
Hereafter,    for  the  murmur  of  the  sea, 
The  cool    salt  air  across  some   grassy  lea? 
Shall  we  not   go   bewildered  through    a   maze 
Of   stately    streets    with    glittering   gems    ablaze 
Forlorn  amid  the  pearl  and  ivory, 
Straining  our  eyes  beyond  the  bourne  to  see 
Phantoms  from  out  Life's  dear,   forsaken  ways? 

Mrs.  Watson  died  young,  but  not  before 
she  had  done  much  poetic  work  that  is  nearly 
perfect  and  marked  by  all  that  breadth  of 
view  and  comprehensiveness  of  vision  that  is 
one  of  the  signs  of  greatness. 

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November  16,  1912. 


"THE  YELLOW  JACKET." 
Benrimo's  Chinese  Play  Produced  in  New  York. 


Ten  years  or  more  ago  Francis  Powers's 
tragedy  of  Chinese  life  in  San  Francisco, 
"The  First-Born,"  was  produced  at  the  old 
Alcazar  Theatre  and  broke  all  previous  rec- 
ords for  long  runs.  It  was  kept  on  the  boards 
for  nearly  two  months  by  audiences  that 
seemed  never  to  tire  of  seeing  that  thrilling 
bit  of  Oriental  realism.  Among  the  actors  in 
the  company  at  that  time  was  J.  Harry  Ben- 
rimo,  a  young  San  Franciscan,  who  p!ayed 
the  part  of  the  old  pipe-mender.  Benrimo 
arterward  went  to  New  York  and  his  career 
there  has  been  one  of  steady  advancement. 
Wow  he  is  attracting  attention  as  a  play- 
wright. In  collaboration  with  George  C. 
Hazelton  he  has  written  a  Chinese  play,  "The 
Yellow  Jacket,"  which  has  just  been  pro- 
duced at  the  Fulton  Theatre.  The  piece  is 
a  departure  from  nearly  all  English  methods 
of  the  stage,  and  is  played  in  the  Chinese 
manner  throughout,  though  the  lines,  of 
course,  are  not  foreign.  The  setting  of  the 
play  is  a  replica  of  the  stage  of  the  old 
Washington  Street  Chinese  Theatre  of  San 
Francisco.  Louis  Sherwin,  the  New  York 
Globe  dramatic  critic,  praises  the  work  and 
its  effective  presentation,  with  its  curiously 
mingled  realism  and  idealism.  Some  of  his 
paragraphs  are  quoted : 

"In  an  alcove  at  the  back  were  the  mu- 
sicians. In  front  of  them  sat  the  chorus 
(Signor  Perugini) — virtually  a  sort  of  mas- 
ter of  ceremonies.  To  the  right  sat  the 
Property  Man  (Arthur  Shaw)  by  a  large 
painted  chest  containing  the  properties.  The 
fun  we  had  out  of  this  property  man  was  the 
most  original  and  novel  that  has  been  seen 
in  many  a  long  month.  There  he  sat  in  full 
view  of  the  audience  all  the  time,  bored, 
cigarette  in  mouth,  and  absolutely  uninter- 
ested in  the  actors.  Whenever  a  cue  was 
given  for  a  fight  or  a  new  scene  he  would 
slouch  scornfully  across  the  stage,  hand  the 
actors  their  weapons,  and  return  to  his  seat, 
where  he  resumed  the  reading  of  his  paper. 
Whenever  the  chorus  announced  a  change  of 
scene  the  Property  Man  would  clap  his  hands, 
and  with  a  couple  of  assistants  set  the  stage 
in  one  minute,  chairs  and  stool  being  the 
only  scenery. 

"Thus,  for  instance,  a  mountain  was  repre- 
sented by  stools  piled  on  top  of  each  other. 
A  long  narrow  plank  resting  on  two  stools 
represented  a  bridge  crossing  a  river.  When 
the  dragon  entered,  the  Property  Man  would 
walk  over  and  diligently  dust  its  hideous 
head  with  a  feather  duster.  When  one  of 
the  characters  retained  his  sword  in  his  hand 
too  long  after  using  it  the  Property  Man 
simply  slouched  over  to  him,  snatched  the 
weapon  away  and  threw  it  into  the  chest. 

"Each  of  the  characters  as  he  first  came 
on  walked  down  to  the  footlights  and  gave  a 
brief  biography  of  himself  before  commenc- 
ing his  scene.  The  action  at  times  became 
a  burlesque,  making  fun  of  the  plot  and  the 
characters  alike,  as  for  instance  when  the 
lovesick  hero  hanged  himself  by  a  cord  at- 
tached to  a  bamboo  pole  no  thicker  than  a 
fishing  rod  held  by  the  Property  Man.  And 
yet  this  never  interfered  with  the  serious, 
poetic  moments  or  the  interest  of  the  drama. 
"It  is  a  strange  mixture  of  love  tale,  alle- 
gory', and  adventure,  with  an  occasional  sug- 
gestion of  The  Pilgrim's  Progress  and  the 
Nibelungen  Ring.  The  God  of  Thunder  was 
a  laughable  travesty  on  Donner.  And  when 
Kom  Loi  the  Spider  appeared  I  really  thought 
for  a  moment  he  was  a  sort  of  Chinese  Mime 
— as  far  as  his  make-up  was  concerned.  The 
Dragon  suggested  a  cross  between  Fafner  and 
Apollyon.  In  fact  the  Dragon's  speech  was 
merely  a  paraphrase  of  Apollyon's  'I  am  void 
of  fear  in  this  matter.  Prepare  thyself  to 
die ;  for  I  swear  by  my  infernal  den  that 
thou  shalt  go  no  farther:  here  will  I  spill  thy 
soul.' 

"To  give  a  complete  description  of  'The 
Yellow  Jacket*  is  unfortunately  impossible 
here.  Suffice  it  to  say  that  Wu  Hoo  Git,  the 
hero,  wins  his  throne  and  his  bride,  defeating 
his  younger  brother,  the  usurper.  Simultane- 
ously, however,  he  also  wins  the  mastery  over 
his  own  soul.  As  an  allegory  the  play  has 
moments  of  genuine  spiritual  loftiness.  As  a 
drama  of  incident  it  has  thrills  and  climaxes 
curiously  undisturbed  by  the  burlesque  relief. 
"As  a  production  it  retains  just  enough  of 
the  atmosphere  of  the  Chinese  theatre  to  be 
convincing.  If  the  local  color  were  laid  on 
more  thickly  it  would  become  a  bore.  The 
actors  entered  admirably  into  the  spirit  of  the 
occasion." 

A  new  firm  of  producers,  Harris  &  Selwyn, 
have  brought  out  the  play.  It  is  possible  that 
the  success  of  "The  Daughter  of  Heaven." 
the  pretentious  Chinese  spectacle  at  the  Cen- 
tury Theatre,  encouraged  them,  though  there 
is  nothing  of  resemblance  tn  the  two  produc- 
tions beyond  the  Oriental  situations  and  cos- 
tumes. Should  the  work  prove  a  lasting  suc- 
cess it  will  be  surely  brought  to  San  Fran- 
cisco, where  one  of  its  authors  gained  his 
inspiration  .or  the  play  in  his  work  in  and 
study   for  '  The  First-Born." 


)   the  length   of  the  performance 
the  piece  has  been  omitted,"  an- 
i     Ziegfeld  in  a  recent  programme 
s"  show. 


A  Cafe  Comedy. 

One  of  those  strange  ordinances  of  Kismet 
— coincidence — had  thrown  them  together 
only  an  hour  before.  They  now  sat  at  a 
little  table  in  the  bower  of  wistaria  at  the 
"Cafe  Little  Trianon" — a  cool,  sweet  oasis  in 
the  midst  of  the  dust  and  the  heat  of  the 
city. 

The  air  was  filled  with  the  tragic  strains 
of  divine  "Aida."  chanted  by  the  weird  in- 
struments of  a  Tzigane  orchestra.  The  faint 
perfume  of  the  women  diners  and  the  sooth- 
ing, even  monotone  of  the  talk  of  the  men 
produced   an   effect   almost  narcotic. 

From  the  stringed  instruments  came  the 
last  plaintive  sob — a  shudder,  and  the  air  died 
away. 

He  leaned  near  the  girl  and  his  eyes  seemed 
to  drink  in  the  dark  glory  of  her  face. 

"Can  you  come  any  nearer  to  really  living 
a  poem,"  he  murmured,  "sitting  beneath  this- 
wistaria  and  listening  to  the  tragic  song  of 
Aida?  I  sometimes  think,"  he  continued, 
"that  the  whole  philosophy  of  life  lies  in 
that  song,  the  longing  for  that  which  we 
may  not  have.  The  bread  of  denial,  after  all, 
is  sweetest.  Our  love  is  only  lofty  while  we 
are  in  the  seeking ;  with  attainment  comes 
always  disenchantment — and  the  beginning  of 
a  new  quest.  Do  you  remember  what  Wilde 
says,  that  'Each  man  kills  the  thing  he  loves' 
— well,  if  we  could  only  go  through  life " 

The  girl  interrupted  him,  and  there  was 
a  curious  light  in  her  dark  eyes. 

"Son,"  she  said,  "I've  just  met  you,  and 
when  you  asked  me  in  here  I  thought  I'd 
throw  a  harmless  little  bluff  and  try  to  talk  a 
little  highbrow  so  I  wouldn't  embarrass  you 
with  the  rest  of  the  "swells,  but  I've  listened 
to  your  dope,  and  I  guess  I'll  throw  my  cards 
on  the  table.  I  heard  what  you  said  about 
denyin'  yourself,  and  I  guess  you  mean  it,  all 
right.  You  asked  me  to  come  in  here  and 
have  something  to  eat.  Well,  we've  been 
here  half  an  hour  and  you  haven't  ordered  a 
glass  of  thin  beer.  I'm  hungry.  I  work  in  a 
store  for  $8  per,  and  I  got  a  hard-luck  story' 
that  you  won't  hear.  You  may  have  some 
usefulness  in  the  world,  but  believe  me,  son, 
I  aint  going  to  help  you  find  it  tonight.  Them 
wistarias  that  made  you  feel  so  poetic  was 
made  by  a  bunch  of  starvin'  kids  at  three 
cents  a  gross.  I  guess  they  got  the  denial 
dope  on  you,  son.  And  listen,  here's  a  waiter 
that  could  have  made  about  half  a  dollar  in 
tips  if  wTe'd  got  our  feed  and  given  the  table 
to  some  one  else.  He's  got  the  denial  stuff 
on  you,  too.  Son,  there's  the  band  tunin'  up 
again.  I'm  going  to  blow.  Good-night." — 
Nezc  York  Globe. 


A  Comedy  of  Middle  Age. 
"Years  of  Discretion"  is  the  title  of  a  play 
by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hatton  which 
David  Belasco  produced  in  Syracuse,  New 
York,  a  few  days  ago.  It  proved  to  be  a 
"comedy  of  middle  age,"  picturing  the  tur- 
moil and  struggle  in  which  fashionable  folk 
indulge  in  order  to  act  younger  and  look 
younger  than  they  really  are.  The  central 
character  is  a  rich  Brookline  widow,  hitherto 
quiet  and  domestic,  who  revolts  against  her 
serene  existence,  leaves  her  priggish  and  ex- 
emplary* son  to  his  own  devices,  and  goes  oft 
to  New  York,  where  she  is  entertained  by  a 
fashionable  woman  friend,  who  is  also  a 
widow.  There  the  Brookline  chrysalis  bursts 
cut  into  a  stunningly  dressed,  gay,  frivolous, 
and  admired  butterfly  of  society.  After  sev- 
eral affairs  she  becomes  engaged  to  a  New 
York  clubman  of  excellent  income  and  posi- 
tion, only  to  find  that  she  is  beyond  the  age 
for  tempestuous  love.  She  confesses  this  to 
her  husband  on  their  wedding  afternoon  and 
offers  him  his  liberty.  She  simply  can  not  go 
on  longer  at  the  pace  set  by  the  smart  folk 
of  the  metropolis.  She  is  astonished,  then, 
to  find  her  husband  equally  eager  for  peace 
and  quiet.  So,  instead  of  going  off  on  a 
strenuous  world  jaunt  they  yield  to  the  call 
of  a  simpler  life  and  plan  happily  a  serene, 
home  honeymoon.  The  principal  characters 
were  played  by  Miss  Effie  Shannon,  Herbert 
Kelcey,  Bruce  McRae,  Lyn  Harding,  E.  M. 
Holland,  Grant  Mitchell,  and  Robert  McWade, 

Jr. 

■••* 

Mrs.  Fiske  and  her  company  presented  an- 
other Sheldon  play,  "The  High  Road,"  in  Chi- 
cago last  week,  and  Percy  Hammond,  the 
Tribune  critic,  calls  the  work  a  mixture  of 
super  journalistic  stuff  and  pseudo-idealism. 
He  says  that  Mrs.  Fiske,  who  plays  the  woman 
with  a  past,  "was  like  a  prim  instructress  in 
a  Sabbath-school,  utterly  without  the  essen- 
tial characteristics  of  her  position.  But  later 
she  revealed  all  of  her  recently  acquired 
naturalness  of  dialogue  and  deportment  and 
was  superb  in  some  of  the  episodes." 


CURRENT  VERSE. 


"Why  don't  you  write  a  play?"  asked  an 
actress  of  the  late  David  Graham  Phillips. 
"I  have  too  many  other  ways  of  breaking  my 
heart!"  he  replied,  with  a  bitterness  which 
suggested  that  he  had  already  experimented 
in    the    matter. 


Rennold  Wolf  is  to  write  the  libretto  of  a 
musical  comedy  for  Mizzi  Hajos,  who  has 
been  acting  in  "The  Spring  Maid."  The  basis 
of  the  new  work  will  be  Channing  Pollock's 
play  called  "Such  a   Little  Queen." 


Holiday. 
Ob,    up   and  down  the  valley 
My   Soul   she  goes  a-flying: 
She  does  not  dilly-dally 

Where  the  ragged  sheep  are  crying, 
Nor    where    the    cuckoo    seems    to    be 
A   Swiss-clock  in   the   tufted   tree. 

For  she  lias  stolen  pinions 

Clear  golden  like  the  sun; 
And   all  the  sun's  dominions 
Are  hers: — yes,  every  one 
Of  yonder  hills  and  glad  green  meads, 
And    grottoes    where    the    wild    brook    speeds; 

And   every  huddled    farm-house, 

Gray-walled   and  girt  with  green. 
Dumb-drowsy    as   a   dormouse 
Its    drowsy    fields    between, 
Where   cows  and  wide-backed   ducklings  go 
With  Sabbath  manners,  staid  and  slow; — 

And  all  the  roads  she  follows, 

The  hard  white  roads  that  wind 
Across  the  heights  and  hollows, 
As  dream-roads   in   the  mind 
Spin  out,  and  come  to  that  long-sought 
And    cozy   village   of — a    thought. 

Oh,   up  and   down  and  under 

The  hills   whose  shadows  lean 
Wide  gloom  to  keep  asunder 
The  too-blue  from  the  green, 
My    Soul,    she    flies   on    sunny    wings, 
And  through  the  twinkling  thicket  sings. 

Oh,  wind  and  sun   and  greenness! 

And  wings  that  flash  in  flying! — 
Sweep  free,  my  Soul,  from  meanness 
And   ugliness   and   dying. — 
And   learn,   dear   Soul,   to  fly  and  sing 
When    work  and    winter  shade   thy  wing! 
— Fanny   Steams  Davis,   in    Yale  Review. 


Late  Summer. 
Now  summer  sits  with  folded  hands, 

Gazing  abroad  where  tranquil  lie 
Forests  and  fields  and  meadow-lands, 

Slumbering  beneath  a  cloudless  sky. 

Dreaming  she  rests  a  little  space, 
The  noontide  of  her  labors  done, 

Then  slowly  turns  her  gracious  face 
To  count  her  subjects,  one  by  one. 

Numbering  serene   each   leaf  and   flower 
Or  ripening  fruit  that  owns  her  sway. 

Forgetful  of  her  waning  power, 
And  winter  nearer  by  a  day. 
—Mildred    Howells,    in   Harper's    Magazine. 


The  Insulting  Letter. 
Thanks    for    that    insult.      I    had    too    much    peace; 

In  the  stone  tavern  down  in  yonder  vale. 

For  a  brief  space  too   much  of  cakes  and  ale, 
Too   much   of   laughter.     An   ignoble  ease 
Had   lured  me   from   my  vows  and  destinies. 

I   had   forgot  the  torrent  and  the  gale, 

The   cliff,    the    sunrise,    and    the    forest   trail 
And  how  I  throve  by  nature  but  by  these. 

Thanks    for   that  insult.      For   it   was  your   pen 
Stirred  the  old  blood   and  made  me  man  again. 
And    crushing   your    letter    with    all    thoughts    of 
you, 
Inviolate  will  and  fiery  dream,   I  rose; 

Struck     for     the     mountain,     put     my     business 
through, 
And  stood  victorious  over  larger  foes. 
— Front    "The   Vaunt  of  Men,"   by   William  Ellery 
Leonard. 


Canoeing. 

(Beaugency-sur-Loire.) 

A  strong  stroke,  and  the  boat  leaps,  and  the  heart 

grows  merry! 
But    I   think  of  a  little   farm  slid  by,    and   a   dark 

girl  at  the  ferry. 
The  sun  dies,  and  a  bird  cries,  and  a  bright  star's 

gleaming: 
And  I  alone  in  my  small  boat,   with  all  the  night 

for  dreaming. 

A     strong    stroke,     and    the    boat    leaps,     and     the 

stream  swirls  under; 
And  here  am  I  by  the  small  white  town,  in  a  sad, 

hush'd   wonder. 
Lovers  sigh   and  the  leaves   sigh — and  bright   eyes 

peeping: 
A    boy    laughs    and    a    girl    laughs   .    .    .    and    ah! 

who's  weeping? 
— Douglas   Goldring,   in   London  Academy. 
-«•>» 

Those  who  drink  Italian-Swiss  Colony  wines 
are  not  content  with  any  other  brand.  Try 
them  and  you  will  understand  the  reason. 
They  are  the  best. 


Waste  and  a  Power  Project 

For  twenty  years  hundreds  of  pine  logs 
have  been  floating  around  in  Lake  Spauld- 
ing,  in  one  of  the  most  picturesque  sec- 
tions of  the  Sierra  Nevadas.  The  lake 
itself  lies  within  the  confines  of  Nevada 
County,  which  boasts  of  the  unique  fact 
that  ice  is  being  cut  and  stored  in  one 
end  of  the  county  at  the  same  time  that 
oranges  are  being  picked  and  shipped  in 
the  other  end. 

Until  recently  these  logs  were  regarded 
as  so  much  waste  material,  if  anybody 
regarded  them  with  any  degree  of  serious- 
ness at  all.  But  the  things  which  were 
considered  waste  yesterday — in  scores  of 
lines — are  today  being  converted  into 
valuable  products. 

So  with  hundreds  of  these  logs.  The 
engineers  of  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric 
Company  saw  a  use  for  them,  tried  them, 
and  found  them  good.  Now  they  are 
being  hauled  out  of  their  watery  abode 
and  being  converted  into  lumber  of  vari- 
ous heavy  grades  which  will  be  used  in 
trestles,  flumes,  etc.,  in  the  company's  gi- 
gantic work  of  adding  100,000  horsepower 
of  electric  energy  in  that  section  to  the 
present  output,  so  that  the  lights  of  houses 
in  San  Francisco,  Sacramento,  and  in  the 
homes  of  thirty  counties  in  all  may  be 
kept  burning  steadily. 

The  Lake  Spaulding  project,  one  of  the 
greatest  ever  attempted  in  the  West,  also 
involves  the  clearing  out  of  the  700  acres 
in  the  monster  bowl  which  will  be  con- 
verted into  a  reservoir.  Trees  now  lining 
the  slopes  must  go,  and  later  all  the  brush 
will  be  burned.  The  site  of  the  dam  was 
found  to  contain  over  1,000,000,000  board 
feet  of  standing  timber,  which  is  now 
being  converted  into  ties,  boards,  and  di- 
mension   stuff. 

To  the  nine  hydro-electric  plants  already 
in  operation,  three  more  are  to  be  con- 
structed on  Bear  River  in  Placer  County. 
The  location  of  one  of  these  has  already 
been  fixed  at  a  point  about  five  or  six 
miles  north  of  Towfle,  on  the  line  of  the 
Southern  Pacific.  There  the  first  installa- 
tion will  be  made  of  about  53,000  horse- 
power, an  installation  second  to  none  in 
California  at  the  present  time.  Following 
this,  there  will  be  constructed  one,  or 
perhaps  two,  additional  power  plants  fur- 
ther down  stream,  to  bring  up  the  total 
to   fully   100,000  horsepower. 

That,  in  the  general  scheme  of  things, 
is  the  big  end  of  the  work,  but  there  will 
remain  much  to  be  done  before  this  power 
will  be  at  hand  for  the  consumer.  From 
each  power-house  the  "juice"  will  be  con- 
veyed bj-  long-distance  transmission  lines 
nearly  150  miles  to  the  company's  sub- 
station at  Cordelia,  in  Marin  County, 
thence  to  San  Rafael,  and  through  this 
long-distance  transmission  power  will  be 
supplied  to  the  cities  about  the  bay. 
Through  the  mountains  will  march  a  line 
of  high  steel  towers,  sixteen  feet  square 
at  the  base,  on  which  power  wires  will  be 
strung.  This  in  itself  is  no  small  under- 
taking, as  a  small  army  of  laborers  to 
clear  the  way  must  be  employed,  in  addi- 
tion to  electrical  experts  and  trained 
erectors  of  steel  work.  Rights  of  way 
are  fast  being  secured  for  this  purpose, 
and  land-owners  are  being  paid  liberally 
for  the  privilege — $50  for  each  tower 
which  may  be  erected. 

It  is  similar  enterprise  which  has  popu- 
larized "Pacific  Service"  and  extended  its 
field  until  today  it  serves  two-thirds  of 
California's   population. 


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"THE  CHOCOLATE  SOLDIER"  AGAIN, 


The  spell  that  is  drawing  good-sized  au- 
diences to  "The  Chocolate  Soldier"  on  this, 
its  third  San  Francisco  season,  is  the  music. 
There  are,  besides,  a  few,  a  very  few,  people 
who  have  not  yet  seen  the  opera  and  who  pro- 
pose that  this  omission  shall  be  promptly  reme- 
died. 

These  bouffe  operas,  however,  when  served 
up  a  second  or  third  time  always  lose  ground 
markedly  unless  they  are  done  in  the  very 
best  style,  rather  better,  in  fact,  than  the 
first  time,  for  there  is  the  loss  of  novelty  to 
reckon  with. 

The  present  company  has  very  much  the 
same  personnel  as  the  first.  But  some  of  the 
singers,  poor  things,  have  grown  tired  of 
their  roles,  and  their  mechanical  perform- 
ance betrays  this  fact  very  plainly.  Papa 
Popoff  now  converses  in  a  loud,  bull-like,  un- 
modulated bellow.  The  words  have  ceased  to 
mean  anything  to  him.  In  spite  of  the  suc- 
cess of  his  asthmatic  stage  laughs,  Sylvain 
Langlois  gets  comparatively  few  laughs  from 
the  audience,  and  J  don't  believe,  in  the 
depths  of  his  wearied  soul,  that  he  really 
cares  very  much.  Mamma  Popoff,  still  in 
the  musically  capable  hands  of  Lucille  Saun- 
ders, has  the  thankless  task  of  making  funny 
the  role  of  a  mature,  jealous,  and  faded  wife, 
who  adds  indiscretion  to  her  other  handi- 
caps. She  fails,  because  such  a  role  is  in- 
trinsically unfunny,  except  to  a  primitive  in- 
telligence. But  she  does  contribute  to  the 
role  the  prettiest  voice  of  the  three  women 
principals,  its  rich,  sophisticated  strain  form- 
ing the  predominant  note  in  all  of  the  pretty, 
first-act  trios. 

Everybody  now  knows  the  "My  Hero"  song 
as  well  as  they  know  "The  Star-Spangled  Ban- 
ner" ;  rather  better,  in  fact.  Rena  Vivienne, 
who  sings  the  role  of  Nadina  Popoff,  the 
heroine-in-chief,  had  therefore  to  sing  this 
now  celebrated  aria  fully  penetrated  with  the 
consciousness  of  an  entire  audience  hanging 
on  her  accents,  thoroughly  familiar  with 
every  note,  and  all  but  ready  to  join  in. 

This  universal  knowledge  made  the  au- 
dience disagreeably  aware  of  the  weak  spot 
in  the  company.  It  is  the  prima  donna.'  In 
spite  of  her  pretty  looks,  agreeably  heightened 
by  the  charming  pink  neglige  worn  in  the 
first  act.  Rena  Vivienne  is  not  a  success.  She 
is  not  musical  enough  to  sing  a  leading  role 
to  the  satisfaction  of  music-lovers.  In  "My 
Hero"  she  sharped  and  flatted  persistently, 
and,  I  believe,  unconsciously. 

San  Francisco  audiences  are  almost  uni- 
formly indulgent  and  courteous  to  public  per- 
formers— perhaps  they  hate  to  hurt  people's 
feelings  when  they  have  come  so  far  away. 
At  any  rate  they  good-naturedly  demanded 
an  encore  to  "My  Hero."  It  really  seemed 
necessary,  much  as  if  to  omit  it  were  to  cut 
out  a  scene  from  the  play.  The  singer  in 
the  pink  neglige  was  young  and  comely,  and 
she  was  conscientiously  snappy  in  her  delinea- 
tion of  Nadine's  mingling  of  pique  and  flirta- 
tiousness  with  the  chocolate  soldier.  So, 
with  a  wide-open  smile  of  acknowledgment, 
she  came  forward  and  sang  "My  Hero"  again 
with  the  glad  alacrity  of  the  encored.  And 
the  sharps  grew  sharper,  and  the  flats  flatter, 
and  at  the  end  of  the  number  a  slight  gloom 
settled  on  the  audience  that  not  Papa  Popoff, 
nor  Mamma  Popoff,  nor  fiance  Alexius,  nor 
even  the  burlesqued  ferocities  of  Captain 
Massakroff  could  wholly   dissipate. 

There  are  two  valuable  temperaments  in 
the  company ;  one  possessed  by  Charles  Pur- 
cell,  and  the  other  by  Hon  Bergere ;  and  it 
took  all  the  combined  efforts  of  the  two  tem- 
peraments to  enable  the  audience  to  shake 
off  the  effect  of  the  misdirected  sharps  and 
flats. 

Charles  Purcell's  chocolate  soldier,  with 
its  youth,  its  careless  gayety,  its  insouciance, 
its  disrespect  for  tradition,  and  the  unique 
dancing  steps  with  which  the  actor  orna- 
ments the  role,  has  won  a  niche  in  the  pub- 
lic's consciousness,  much  as  Oscar  Figman's 
Greek  professor  in  "Madame  Sherry"  has,  or 
Mizzi  Hajos  as  "The  Spring  Maid."  This 
actor  has  not  become  in  the  least  perfunctory, 
but  utters  the  innumerable  telling  little  ma'- 
ter-of-fact  commentaries  in  his  lines  as 
freshly  and  significantly  and  spiritedly,  and 
with  apparently  as  keen  a  sense  of  their  point, 
as  if  this  were  his  first  season.  He  revived 
and  brought  to  the  surface  the  jm1"'1' 
merged  gayety  of  the  piece,  and  lion  Bergere 
spiritedly  reinforced  him  witt  the  '  r:\-htness 
of  her  rather  satiric  smile,  and  with  the  scar- 
let scintillations  of  a  pair  of  highly  humorous 
lower  extremities. 


There  are  three  acts  in  "The  Chocolate 
Soldier,"  and  by  the  middle  of  the  second  the 
two  temperaments  had  succeeded  in  partly 
banishing  all  painful  recollections  of  "My 
Hero." 

It  is  true  that  Major  Alexius  gave  us  an- 
other jolt  when  it  came  his  turn  to  voice 
his  sense  of  Nadine's  photographic  in- 
fidelities to  the  familiar  melody  of  "My 
Hero."  Not  that  Mr.  McDonough  sharps 
and  flats,  and  not  that  he  hasn't  a  voice.  He 
has;  but  he  doesn't  know  how  to  use  it;  and 
a  good,  misused  voice  that  bellows  and  bleats 
and  blares  becomes  as  bad  as  a  poor  voice, 
almost  worse,  in  fact,  because  one  mourns 
over  a  good  man  gone  wrong. 

However,  a  very  satisfactory  chorus  came 
to  the  rescue,  took  up  the  abused  melody, 
and  carried  it  to  victory  on  a  swelling  finale. 
And,  anyway,  there  were,  during  and  between 
times,  any  number  of  pretty,  original  dis- 
tinctive individual  song  hits.  For  we  can  not 
forget  that  this  opera  is  by  Oscar  Straus,  and 
is  fairly  brimming  over  with  charming  melo- 
dies. 

The  voices  of  the  three  women  principals 
blended  with  very  pleasing  effect,  although 
Lucille  Saunders  was  the  prop  in  the  delight- 
ful trios  sung  in  the  first  act. 

There  is  a  pretty,  piquant,  colloquial  char- 
acter to  the  music  in  certain  places,  illus- 
trated more  particularly  by  the  "letter  song" 
in  the  last  act.  Rena  Vivienne  had  herself 
better  in  hand  here  and  made  the  audience 
partly  forgive  her  her  past  indiscretions;  and 
then  Lieutenant  Bumerli  came  along,  and 
completely  revived  the  old  spell  by  the  airy, 
debonnair  humor  with  which  he  rendered  his 
share  of  the  letter  duet.  Musically,  there 
are  no  dull  spots  in  "The  Chocolate  Soldier." 
Oscar  Straus  did  not  once  nod  over  his  task 
when  he  composed  the  score.  There  is  not 
a  number  that  has  not  its  individuality  and 
musical  charm. 

The  only  ensemble  number  in  the  first  act, 
that  led  by  Major  Massakroff,  the  sword- 
jabbing  fire-eater,  is  full  ,of  burlesque  spirit, 
just  as  the  letter  duet  is.  All  of  the  en- 
semble numbers  go  well,  in  fact,  and  the 
chorus  is  gay  with  Bulgarian  embroideries, 
red  banners,  and  lively  dances. 

But  Bernard  Shaw's  humor  goes  through 
some  curious,  transforming  process  in  the 
book  of  "The  Chocolate  Soldier,"  and  it  is 
not  really  the  same  thing  at  all.  Even  with 
the  prestige  of  the  opera's  early  success,  it 
was  not,  from  the  comedy  point  of  view,  as 
amusing  as  it  was  meant  to  be.  The  two 
successful  roles  are  Lieutenant  Bumerli  and 
Mascha.  They  require  competent  interpreta- 
tion. Major  Alexius,  so  important  and  well- 
burlesqued  a  character  in  "Arms  and  the 
Man,"  sinks  to  trivial  and  stereotyped  humor 
in  the  play,  and  Nadine  is  a  curious  and  not 
particularly  interesting  mixture  of  Shawism 
and  bouffeism.  In  fact,  the  points  upon  which 
Shaw  lays  stress  rather  fade  out  of  sight. 
Mascha  is  entirely  transformed.  Fortunately, 
she  has  a  joyous  nature,  but  if  it  were  not 
for  Hon  Bergere's  animated  and  expressive 
feet,  we  might  find  her  unimportant  and  com- 
monplace. 

On  the  whole,  play -writing,  like  politics, 
brings  around  queer  combinations,  and  one 
of  the  queerest  is  to  find  Bernard  Shaw's  crea- 
tion figuring  as  the  inspiration  for  a  musical 
comedy  plot. 

I  wonder  what  he  thinks  of  it. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Dustin  Farnum  in  "The  Littlest  Rebel.'' 
Dustin  Farnum  in  the  stirring  drama  en- 
titled "The  Littlest  Rebel"  promises  to  be  the 
centre  of  interest  when  he  comes  to  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre  next  Sunday  night,  November 
1 7.  This  sterling  player  and  his  successful 
Civil  War  drama  will  play  a  two  weeks'  en- 
gagement, with  matinees  on  Wednesdays  and 
Saturdays.  The  production  comes  intact,  pre- 
ceded by  flattering  reports  of  the  great  suc- 
cess achieved  in  the  metropolis,  Chicago,  and 
Boston.  A  feature  of  the  performance  is  the 
introduction  of  a  spectacular  and  thrilling 
battle  between  Northern  and  Southern  forces 
just  outside  of  Richmond  in  the  spring  of 
1864. 

The  story  of  "The  Littlest  Rebel"  includes 
an  incident  of  the  successful  attack  on  Rich- 
mond near  the  close  of  the  war.  The  family 
of  a  Confederate  scout  is  reduced  finally  to 
his  wife  and  seven-year-old  daughter,  who 
have  taken  refuge  after  the  burning  of  their 
home  in  a  plantation  cabin.  The  wife  dies, 
leaving  the  little  girl  alone.  Her  father, 
hoping  to  get  her  through  the  Federal  lines 
to  Richmond,  is  trapped  by  the  Union  officer, 
Colonel  Morrison,  and  his  troops,  in  the  loft 
of  the  cabin,  but  the  little  girl  pleads  so 
effectively  and  the  father's  plight  is  so  piti- 
ful, the  commanding  officer  permits  him  to 
escape.  There  is  a  skirmish,  however,  and 
both  captor  and  captive  are  betrayed.  A 
court-martial  orders  that  one  is  to  be  hanged 
as  a  spy  and  the  other  as  a  traitor.  Again 
the  littlest  rebel,  after  a  visit  to  General 
Grant's  camp,  is  instrumental  in  effecting  their 
release. 

Supporting  Dustin  Farnum  are  Alexis  B. 
Luce,  Morris  Burr  (whose  impersonation  of 
General  U.  S.  Grant  has  created  widespread 
comment) ,  George  Thatcher,  formerly  of 
Thatcher,  Primrose  &  West,  dainty  Mary 
Miles  Minter,    and   others   of  importance. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

"A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel"  at  the  Cort. 

"A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel,"  which  the 
Messrs.  Shubert  and  Lewis  Waller  will  offer 
at  the  Cort  Theatre  for  two  weeks,  begin- 
ning next  Monday,  November  IS,  is  the  joint 
work  of  Edward  H.  Hemmerde,  a  king's  coun- 
sel, and  member  of  the  British  Parliament, 
and  Francis  Neilson,  M.  P.  It  may  be  due 
to  the  legal  talent  in  this  combined  author- 
ship that  the  climax  of  the  drama  is  reached 
in  a  divorce  trial  in  a  court-room  scene,  which 
a  dozen  lawyers,  present  at  New  York's  first 
night  of  "A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel,"  pro- 
nounced as  the  best  representation  of  its  kind 
they  had  seen  on  a  New  York  stage.  Step 
by  step  the  interest  in  the  proceedings  pro- 
gresses until  Peggy  Admaston,  the  defendant 
(played  by  Dorothy  Lane),  goaded  to  despe- 
ration by  accusations,  at  first  subtly  insin- 
uated, then  openly  thrust  at  her  by  her  hus- 
band's counsel,  bursts  into  a  half-hysterical, 
half-impassioned  defense  of  her  character, 
culminating  in  her  utter  collapse  on  the  wit- 
ness stand. 

The  role  of  leading  counsel  for  Peggy's  hus- 
band— a  combination  of  courtesy,  shrewdness, 
and  remorseless  probing- — contributes  much 
to  the  success  of  this  scene.  This  role  is  in 
the  hands  of  J.  Stanley  Warmington,  who 
was  educated  and  graduated  as  an  English 
barrister,  and  who  later,  following  in  the  foot- 
steps of  his  ancestors,  adopted  the  stage  as  a 
profession. 

The  production  on  tour,  as  in  the  New 
York  presentation,  has  had  the  personal  su- 
pervision of  Mr.  Lewis  Waller,  and,  as  in  New 
York,  is  interpreted  by  the  all-English  com- 
pany, selected  by  Mr.  Waller,  which,  in  addi- 
tion to  those  heretofore  mentioned,  includes 
Vincent  Sternroyd,  Miss  Florence  Leclerq,  J. 
Malcolm  Dunn,  Henry  Dornton.  Arthur  Ben- 
ton, Kevitt  Mantion,  John  Winstanley,  Alys 
Rees,  Henry  Ross  and  others.  "A  Butterfly 
on  the  Wheel"  comes  direct  from  a  run  of 
an  entire  year  at  the  Thirty-Ninth  Street  The- 
atre in  New  York,  which  followed  a  similar 
season   of  prosperity  in   London. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

The  Orpheum  bill  for  next  week  will  have 
as  its  headline  novelty  Cecil  de  Mille,  Robert 
Hood  Bowers,  Grant  Stewart,  and  Jesse  L. 
Lasky's  one-act  American  operetta,  "Califor- 
nia." The  story  is  clever  and  the  music  of 
the  lyrics  bright,  and  Mr.  Lasky  has  given  it 
a  picturesque  and  elaborate  production.  He 
has  secured  the  best  company  obtainable,  the 
chief  features  of  which  are  Leslie  Leigh  and 
Harry  L.  Griffiths.  Others  in  the  cast  are 
Edward  Mora,  Austin  Stewart,  Morgan  Jones, 
Cecil  Corey,  Lottie  Wells,  Madeline  Sears, 
Sophie  Fugel,  E.  Emerson  Overton,  Allan 
More,  E.  Boneman,  and  Charles  B.  Burton, 
musical  director.  The  scene  of  the  operetta 
is  the  garden  at  San  Juan,  California,  and 
among  the  lyrics  sure  to  become  popular  are 
the  serenade,  "Good-by,  California" ;  en- 
semble, "Save  the  Mission" ;  "The  Tape  and 
Chain"  duet ;  "I  Love  You,"  and  an  excep- 
tionally  tuneful   finale. 

James  J.  Morton,  monologue  comedian  and 
a  fellow  of  infinite  jest,  returns  after  quite  a 
lengthy  absence.  Among  monologists  he  is 
without  a  peer. 

Nonette,  the  violinist  who  sings,  is  also  in- 
cluded in  the  new  bill.  She  was  a  favorite 
pupil  of  Ysaye,  the  famous  Belgian  violinist, 
who  was  so  impressed  with  her  ability  that 
he  gave  her  two  years'  personal  instruction. 

Schichtl's  Royal  Marionettes  will  make  their 
first  appearance  here.  These  little  wooden 
figures  are  manipulated  in  an  exceedingly 
clever  manner  and  convey  to  the  audiences 
the  idea  of  human  pigmies. 

In  compliance  with  a  numerously  expressed 
wish,  Dane  Claudius  and  Lillian  Scarlet  wilt 
return  for  next  week  only  and  present  their 
musical  melange,  "The  Songs  of  Fifty  Years 
Ago,"  in  which  they  recently  gained  the  high- 
est favor. 

Lulu  McConnel  and  Grant  Simpson,  George 
H.  Watt,  "the  Electric  Problem,"  and  Nat 
Nazarro  and  company  will  conclude  their  en- 
gagements with  this  bill.  The  latter  is  prov- 
ing the  greatest  sensation  of  any  acrobatic 
act  ever  presented  in  this  city. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
The  Ellis-Nowlin  Troupe  of  comedy  acro- 
bats, billed  as  the  "Fire-Fighters ,"  can  be  de- 
pended upon  to  furnish  a  gale  of  laughter  at 
the  Pantages  for  the  week  starting  Novem- 
ber 17.  There  are  ten  skilled  athletes  in  the 
act,  the  scenes  of  which  are  laid  in  an  engine- 
house,  "Going  to  the  Fire,"  "The  Fire,"  and 
the  work  of  extinguishing  and  rescuing,  and 
of  course  as  it  is  all  burlesque,  the  situations 
are  ludicrous  in  the  extreme.  "The  Fire- 
Fighters"  is  a  pantomimic  farce  with  lots  of 
fun  and  sensational  acrobats.  The  second 
big  headliner  is  that  sterling  comedienne  of 
the  legitimate  stage,  Miss  Gertrude  Lee  Fol- 
sora,  assisted  by  a  competent  company,  in  the 
farce,  "The  Gold  Cure."  The  Philharmonic 
Four  is  an  additional  feature,  specially  en- 
gaged. The  members  are  the  well-known  oi 
chestra  leader  and  soloist.  Mr.  Julius  Haug : 
Miss  Grace  Carlyle,  a  popular  soprano  soloist : 
and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ernst  von  Zizycki,  who 
have  won  renown  on  the  concert  stage  with 
'cello  and  harp.     The  Twin  City  Quartet  are 


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imitations  of  a  comedy  order,  and  interesting 
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THE     ARGONAUT 


November  16,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


It  is  necessary  for  us  to  enter  a  protest. 
It  seems  that  our  well-meaning  efforts  to  en- 
lighten humanity  have  been  misinterpreted  and 
that  unbeknownst  to  ourselves  we  have  been 
climbing:  into  the  position  of  an  authority  upon 
women's  dress,  and  especially  upon  those  parts 
of  women's  dress  which  are  out  of  sight,  if 
indeed  there  are  now  any  parts  that  are  out 
of  sight.  Xow  we  have  made  no  such  claim. 
We  would  scorn  the  act.  It  is  true  that  we 
have  ventured  from  time  to  time  upon  certain 
diffident  speculations  wrung  from  us  by  sar- 
torial mysteries  that  clamor  for  solution.  Like 
all  the  rest  of  the  world  we  have  wondered 
in  our  bucolic  way  how  women  manage  to 
change  their  shapes  over  night,  how  they  con- 
trive to  get  along  without  underclothing,  and 
where  they  conceal  the  mechanism  that  can 
not  wholly  be  dispensed  with.  And  it  is  this 
latter  inquiry,  undertaken  dispassionately  and 
from  a  sense  of  public  duty,  that  has  now  got 
us  into  trouble.  When  it  was  announced  pub- 
licly that  women  were  wearing  socks  instead 
of  stockings  we  pointed  out  that  these  nether 
conveniences  were  maintained  in  situ,  so  to 
speak,  by  a  system  of  guy  ropes  like  the 
lines  that  attach  a  car  to  a  balloon  and  some- 
what after  the  style  of  the  Boston  garter, 
only  more  so.  We  a'so  pointed  out  that  these 
many  attachments  were  always  on  the  out- 
side of  the  sock  or  stocking  instead  of  on  the 
inside,  as  with  a  man,  because  most  women 
have  knock-knees.  We  were  told  all  this  by 
a  very  wise  man  who  has  been  married  four 
times  and  understands  such  gear,  and  we  also 
saw  a  beautiful  model  of  the  whole  apparatus 
in  a  shop  window.  There  was  nothing  mys- 
terious about  our  knowledge.  It  was  ac- 
quired legitimately.  Like  Sir  Isaac  Newton, 
we  were  merely  wandering  upon  the  seashore 
of  human  knowledge,  picking  up  a  shell  here 
and  a  grain  of  sand  there,  but  always  with 
the  recognition  that  there  were  other  things 
about  women's  dress  that  we  should  never 
know  till  we  got  to  heaven. 


But  now  comes  a  question  from  some 
humble,  inquiring  soul  at  Milpitas,  a  question 
that  should  have  been  put  to  the  expert.  If 
women  keep  their  stockings  up  by  the  afore- 
mentioned arrangement  of  pretty  pink  and 
blue  Boston  garters,  how  then,  we  are  asked, 
do  they  keep  their  corsets  down?  Now  we 
are  under  no  obligation  to  answer  such  a 
question.  It  should  be  addressed  to  Mr.  Bok 
of  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal,  who  has  for- 
gotten more  about  such  things  than  we  shall 
ever  know.  We  do  not  feel  that  our  igno- 
rance is  a  discredit.  At  the  same  time  we 
seem  to  remember  having  seen  a  large,  boldly 
printed  picture  of  this  very  thing,  and  it  was 
either  in  one  of  the  women's  papers  or  in  a 
street-car,  but  in  either  case  it  was  never  in- 
tended that  men  should  notice  it.  To  the  best 
of  our  recollection  the  series  of  Boston  gar- 
ters hereinbefore  described  extended  from  the 
lower  rim  of  the  corset  to  the  upper  rim  of 
the  stocking,  and  thus  served  the  double  pur- 
pose of  keeping  the  stocking  up  and  the  corset 
down.  But  this  is  only  a  conjecture,  and  it 
may  be  wrong.  Moreover,  the  question  should 
not  have  been  addressed  to  us  at  all.  We 
are  doing  our  best  to  gather  knowledge,  and 
whatever  we  may  acquire  in  this  way  will  be 
handed  on  at  once.  There  are  some  things 
that  we  shall  never  know,  but  we  don't  like 
to  be  hurried. 

How  grateful  we  ought  to  be  that  our  so- 
ciety ladies  are  always  ready  to  cast  the  eye 
of  compassion  on  shopgirls  and  to  explain  to 
them  the  elementary  rules  of  good  behavior 
and  deportment.  For  example,  take  the 
Woman's  Club  of  Denver.  These  worthy 
philanthropists  recently  started  a  scheme  to 
correct  the  "dance  evil"  among  those  poor 
benighted  young  creatures  who  must  still  be 
regarded  as  human,  even  though  forced  to 
earn  their  own  living.  The  good  ladies  of 
Denver  had  heard  that  the  dancing  was  not 
quite  all  that  it  should  be  in  the  subterranean 
social  depths,  and  so  they  arranged  to  invite 
the  denizens  of  those  depths  to  special  dances 
where  they  might  be  instructed  in  the  rudi- 
ments of  a  virtuous  decorum.  But  imagine  the 
ingratitude  of  the  lower  orders.  When  Miss 
Etta  Larson,  who  is  pretty,  although  a  shop- 
girl, heard  of  the  new  terpsichorean  crusade 
she  said  that  it  "made  her  sick"  and  that  she, 
for  one,  had  no  desire  to  bunny  hug,  nor 
turkey-trot,  that  she  personally  had  a  charac- 
ter to  sustain  and  could  not  afford  to  mix 
upon  terms  of  intimacy  with  her  social  su- 
periors. And  the  other  girls  said  the  same 
thing.  They  said  in  effect  that  evil  communi- 
cations corrupt  good  manners,  and  that  al- 
though heaven  protects  the  working  girl,  as 
wc  all  know,  she  had  better  do  what  she 
could  rself  by  keeping  away  from 

the  dances  at  the  Woman's  Club.     The  work- 
irl   had  heard  of  th  u   at  such 

places   and    they    were   simply  scandalous. 

But   of   course    it    was    all    a    mistake.      The 

wealthy  lad;,:s  of   Denver   did   not   propose  to 

teach   their  sisters   who  had   thus  drifted   into 

the   paths   ni   poverty   by   means   of   example. 

ill.     The  shopgirls  should  have  under 

then    are  two  ways  of  inculcating 

the  minds  of  the  poor.     One  way 

v    and    the   other   way   is   by   pre- 

preccpt   is   the   long  suit    of   the 


fashionable  reformer.  It  is  surprising  what 
a  wealth  of  precept  flows  into  the  mind  and 
from  the  tongue  of  the  wealthy  lady  who 
feels  the  need  to  do  good  to  somebody  other 
than  herself.  Moreover,  these  working  girls 
should  have  realized  that  there  are  many 
things  that  would  be  sinful  in  the  extreme 
for  them  to  do,  but  that  may  be  done  with 
entire  propriety  by  the  owners  of  large  bank 
balances. 


New  York  went  through  the  usual  motions 
of  protest  when  asked  to  pay  10  cents  for  the 
bread  and  butter  supplied  at  restaurants  and 
hotels.  But  it  was  only  a  matter  of  form. 
New  York  is  nothing  if  not  obedient.  She 
takes  her  orders  and  she  carries  them  out, 
and  when  she  flatters  herself  that  she  is  kick- 
ing at  some  new  outrage  it  will  always  be 
noticed  that  she  is  kicking  the  air  and  is  very 
careful  to  hit  no  one. 

So  every  one  is  paying  the  extra  10  cents, 
and  an  additional  $75,000  a  day  is  flowing 
into  the  pockets  of  the  hotel-keeper.  That  is 
the  actual  amount  paid  for  bread  and  butter 
in  New  York's  hotels  and  restaurants  where 
previously  the  bread  and  butter  were  givei. 
away.  The  hotel  men  say  that  the  better 
kinds  of  butter  have  risen  40  per  cent  in 
price  during  the  last  three  years.  The  Wal- 
dorf Hotel  uses  three-quarters  of  a  ton  of 
butter  every  day,  and  one-third  of  this  goes 
for  table  use  and  the  rest  for  cooking.  The 
same  hotel  uses  twenty  barrels  of  flour  a 
day  and  employs  fourteen  bakers,  who  pro- 
duce 20,000  rolls  and  500  loaves  of  bread 
daily.  These  are  big  figures  and  the  hotel- 
keepers  maintain  that  they  are  justified  in  re- 
couping themselves  by  a  direct  charge.  None 
the  less  the  whole  scale  of  hotel  prices  is 
based  on  the  inclusion  of  certain  articles  to 
which  no  price  is  attached,  and  so  long  as 
that  scale  is  maintained,  and  even  increased, 
it  seems  a  breach  of  faith  to  move  article 
after  article  from  the  free  list  to  the  paj'ing 
list.  But  who  are  we  that  we  should  com- 
plain. So  long  as  New  York  is  willing  to 
take  its  orders  and  to  knock  its  forehead 
three  times  upon  the  ground  in  token  of  its 
servility  there  need  be  no  complaint  else- 
where. 


And  talking  of  hotels,  here  is  an  eminently 
sensible  letter  from  James  D.  Dewell,  Jr., 
that  appears  in  the  New  York  Sun  and  that 
should  set  some  of  us  wondering  whether  we 
select  our  hostelries  in  order  to  display  our 
wealth  or  because  of  the  physical  comforts 
that  they  offer.     Mr.  Dewell  says  : 

For  the  American  who  wants  ice-water,  hotel 
porters  covered  with  gold  lace,  the  European 
hotels  are  not  equal  to  ours;  but  to  the  initiated 
who  appreciate  on  the  Continent  the  modest  little 
hotels  with  vine-covered  courts,  real  wine,  home- 
like, comfortable  rooms,  perfect  service,  and  a 
kindly,  gentle  hospitality  that  greets  you  as  you 
enter  and  makes  you  a  guest  as  long  as  you 
stay,  life  is  much  pleasanter  than  in  most  of 
our  modern  hotels. 

But  it  is  true  that  the  wave  of  substituting 
ostentation  for  cooking  has  been  attempted  at  least 
in  France  and  has  but  recently  brought  out  pro- 
test from  the  gastronomic  club  of  the  "One  Hun- 
dred"'  of   Paris. 

The  object  of  the  club  is  to  uphold  the  art  of 
cooking,  and  members  are  pledged  to  make  known 
to  the  club  every  inn,  however  simple,  where 
they    have    been    served    with    a    well-cooked    meal. 

Here  are  some  of  the  maxims  of  the  club,  which 
I  think  will  be  of  great  benefit  to  some  of  our 
hotel-keepers: 

"We  do  not  recommend  expensive  hotels  where 
luxury  is  combined  with  a  bad  kitchen.  We  eat 
beefsteaks  and    not  Louis  XV    furniture." 

"A  clean  hotel  where  the  cooking  is  bad  is  but 
an   empty  box." 

"A  good  hotel  can  be  told  by  the  quality  of  its 
coffee." 

"Any  hotel-keeper  who  has  not  hidden  in  a  cor- 
ner some  fine  old  wine  for  real  connoisseurs  is  no 
better  than   a  low  class  publican." 

"Down  with  gelatine!" 

"I  town    with    isinglass!" 

"Down  with  schools  of  cookery,  the  invention 
of  nations  that  do  not  know  how  to  eat." 

Mr.  Dewell  is  not  the  first  to  discover  that 
the  fashionable  Eastern  hotel  is  the  acme 
of  discomfort  and  insolence. 


The  Pope,  who  despite  the  predictions  of 
the  superstitious,  has  just  completed  the  ninth 
year  of  his  pontificate,  is  said  to  maintain  in 
the  Vatican  the  simplicity  of  the  parish  priest 
of  Salanzo  (says  the  London  Daily  Chronicle). 
But  he  can  not  avoid  being  the  most  ex- 
pensively dressed  man  in  the  world.  For, 
though  a  Pope  may  eat  what  he  likes,  he  must 
be  dressed  in  accordance  with  the  traditional 
etiquette  of  his  office,  which  prescribes  that 
he  should  wear  different  garments  every  day 
of  the  year.  Nearly  all  his  robes  are  orna- 
mented with  rare  jewels,  his  surplices  are 
of  the  most  valuable  lace  ;  his  gloves  are  em- 
broidered with  pearls  in  the  shape  of  a  cross  ; 
his  "woollens"  are  prepared  from  the  fleeces 
of  a  herd  of  sheep  kept  specially  for  this  pur- 
pose ;  and  his  rings,  set  with  gems  of  match- 
less quality,  are  priceless.  It  is  by  far  the 
most  costly  wardrobe  in  the  world. 


The  mayor  of  a  village  near  Gard,  France, 
refused  to  allow  a  performance  of  "The 
Merry  Widow."  He  contended  that  it  was 
an  immoral  play,  since  widows  have  no  right 
to  be  merry. 


The  Reasons  Why 

San  Francisco 
"Overland  Limited" 

Via  Ogden  Route 

Is  the  train  to 
travel  on— 


It  is  of  the  highest  class,  complete  in 
every  detail  of  equipment  and  ser- 
vice, with  its  tracks  protected  by 
an  Automatic  Electric  Block  Signal 
System  costing  millions. 

Its  route  across  the  High  Sierras  is 
continuously  and  charmingly  pic- 
turesque. From  foothills  set  with 
vineyards,  orchards  and  flowers,  it 
follows  the  romantic  trail  of  the 
'49ers — through  Cape  Horn,  Dutch 
Flat,  Gold  Run  and  Emigrant 
Gap.  The  views  into  the  Gorge 
of  the  American  River,  and  of 
Donner  Lake  and  surroundings 
at  the  snow-capped  Summit,  are 
superb. 

Through  the  beautiful  Canyon  of  the 
Truckee  River  it  enters  Nevada — 
a  region  delightful  in  its  vistas 
of  serrated  mountain  ranges,  vast 
basins  and  cultivated  valleys.  In 
the  fertile  Valley  of  the  Humboldt 
River  the  results  of  regulated  irri- 
gation are  realized.  Skirting  the 
Great  American  Desert  you  pass 
into  Utah  and  cross  the  Great  Salt 
Lake  over  the  Lucin  Cut-Off — one 
of  the  engineering  feats  of  the  age. 

It  reaches  Chicago  in  68  hours,  and 
its  morning  arrival  enables  you  to 
make  connections  with  the  after- 
noon 18-hour  trains  to  New  York. 


Union  Pacific 

San  Francisco— 42  Powell  Street     Phone  Sutter  2940 

Southern  Pacific 

SAN  FRANCISCO :   Flood  Building      Palace  Hotel      Feny  Station      Phone  Kearny  3160 
Third  and  Townsend  Streets       Phone  vearny  180 
OAKLAND :    Broadway  and  Thirteenth       Phone  Oakland  162 
Sixteenth  Street  Station       Phone  Oakland  1458 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


317 


STORYETTES. 

Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise 


The  learned  counsel  was  endeavoring  to 
impress  the  court  with  the  fact  that  his 
clients  had  always  been  anxious  to  settle. 
''My  lord,"  he  said,  impressively,  "only 
eighteen  months  ago  we  held  out  the  olive 
branch."  "Yes,"  responded  the  witty  judge, 
"but  there  were  no  olives  on  it." 


Oliver  Wendell  Holmes  was  a  classmate  of 
Dr.  Clarke  at  Harvard,  and  according  to  the 
reminiscences  of  the  latter,  the  Autocrat  of 
the  Breakfast  Table  was  as  witty  then  as  later. 
One  day  the  two  were  talking  of  metaphysics, 
when  the  bright-tongued  little  great  man  ex- 
claimed, "I'll  tell  you,  James,  what  I  think 
metaphysics  is  like.  It  is  like  a  man  splitting 
a  log.  When  it  is  done  he  has  two  more  to 
split!" 

Among  the  clever  stories  retailed  at  the 
Beefsteak  or  the  Garrick  is  a  nice  one  of  the 
florid  lawyer,  who  was  counsel  in  an  action 
for  libel  brought  by  a  provision  merchant 
against  a  local  newspaper.  He  said  in  his 
address  to  the  jury:  "My  client,  gentlemen, 
is  a  cheesemonger,  and  the  reputation  of  a 
cheesemonger  in  the  city  of  London  is  like 
the  bloom  on  a  peach.  Touch  it,  and  it  is 
gone   forever." 


Grant  and  Sherman  were  discussing  the 
plans  of  a  campaign,  when  a  third  general,  a 
brigadier,  entered  the  tent — a  good  soldier,  but 
notorious  for  his  carelessness  as  to  his  per- 
sonal appearance.  The  brigadier  finished  his 
errand  and  went  out.  General  Grant  pulled 
upon  his  cigar  for  a  few  minutes  in  silence, 
and  then  said:  "Sherman,  I  wonder  whom 
that  man  gets  to  wear  his  shirts  the  first 
week." 


Here  is  a  queer  case  for  an  action.  A  man 
was  insane  and  determined  to  throw  himself 
out  of  the  window  of  the  asylum.  He  made 
several  attempts,  and  was  prevented  by  the 
servants.  Put  in  a  new  apartment,  he  tried 
it  again,  jumped  out  of  the  window,  fell  on 
the  lawn,  injured  himself  seriously,  but, 
strange  to  say,  the  shock  cured  his  mental 
disorder.  At  once  he  sued  the  officers  of  the 
asylum  for  negligence.  The  plaintiff  was  non- 
suited. There  is  a  delightful  legal  quibble 
about   this,   for  the  pros   and   cons   are   many. 


When  Mrs.  Keeley  played  in  "Genevieve," 
she  introduced  a  gag  which  has  gone  all 
around  the  world  of  the  stage,  and  will  con- 
tinue in  its  course.  Mrs.  Keeley  was  playing 
a  boy's  part  and  wore  trousers.  Taken  be- 
fore the  judge  in  the  play  and  examined,  the 
official  asks  in  sternest  language:  "Now, 
then,  where  are  your  accomplices?"  To  which 
Mrs.  Keeley  answered,  "I  don't  wear  any. 
They  keep  up  without."  Mrs.  Keeley  used  to 
say,  "Those  lines  made  a  wonderful  hit,  and 
after  a  few  nights  it  was  superfluous  for  me 
to  answer  the  question.  The  audience  did  it 
for  me." 


He  had  obtained  a  place  in  a  real  estate 
office,  and  was  doing  everything  he  could  for 
the  interests  of  his  employers.  The  other 
evening  he  was  at  a  social  gathering,  and  was 
asked  to  sing.  He  responded  with  "Home, 
Sweet  Home."  His  friends  were  a  little  sur- 
prised at  the  selection,  but  he  was  heartily 
applauded.  Stepping  forward,  he  said :  "I 
am  glad  you  like  the  song.  There  is  nothing 
like  'Home,  Sweet  Home,'  and  let  me  say 
that  the  company  I  represent  is  selling  homes 
on  terms  to  suit  within  twelve  minutes'  ride 
of  the  city.  Everybody  ought  to  have  a 
home.  If  you  don't  want  to  live  there,  it's 
the  chance  of  your  life  for  an  investment." 


In  Denver  there  is  said  to  be  a  parvenu 
nabob  who  ordered  for  himself,  through  a 
friend  in  New  York,  a  half-dozen  pieces  of 
the  finest  statuary  in  the  metropolis.  When 
they  arrived,  they  all  proved  to  be  bronze. 
The  nabob  was  greatly  disgusted.  The  statu- 
ary of  his  neighbor,  whom  he  was  imitating, 
or  trying  to  excel,  was  of  marble.  Of  course, 
that  was  the  proper  thing.  He  retired  that 
night  in  a  mood  of  great  displeasure.  Next 
morning,  before  the  sun  was  up,  he  went  out 
on  his  lawn,  bucket  and  paint-brush  in  hand, 
and  painted  white  each  piece  of  the  new 
bronze  statuary.  He  was  at  work  on  "Venus 
at  Her  Bath,"  when  his  friend,  who  had  pur- 
chased the  artistic  images  for  him,  happened 
along  and  inquired  in  dismay  what  he  was 
doing.  Said  the  man  of  wealth :  "Do  you 
suppose  I  want  any  Ute  squaws  in  my  yard? 

Not  by  a  sight  !"     The   friend  amusedly 

watched  the  artist  until  he  had  completed  the 
job  of  giving  the  shapely  Venus  a  flesh  color- 
ing.    Then  stepping  back,  he  viewed  the  effect 
of   his    work    critically    a    moment,    went    into 
the  house,  and,  returning  with  a  pot  of  colored 
paint     commenced    to    decorate    the    limbs    of 
The    effect    very 
itor    of    the    brush, 
E     it     appear     "more 


t    German    philoso- 

he    most    remarkable 

■ncy   that    has    ever 


been  known.  His  naive  eulogiums  on  his  own 
productions  are  almost  beyond  belief.  In 
writing  to  his  publishers  of  his  work,  he  says: 
"Its  worth  and  importance  are  so  great  that 
I  do  not  venture  to  express  it,  even  toward 
you,  because  you  could  not  believe  me,"  and 
he  proceeds  to  quote  a  review  "which  speaks 
of  me  with  the  highest  praise,  as  the  greatest 
philosopher  of  the  age,  which  is  really  saying 
much  less  than  the  good  man  thinks."  "Sir," 
he  said  to  an  unoffending  stranger  who 
watched  him  across  a  table  d'hote,  where  he 
acted  the  part  of  the  local  "lion"  habitually — 
"sir,  you  are  evidently  astonished  at  my  ap- 
petite. True,  I  eat  three  times  as  much  as 
you,  but  then  I  have  three  times  as  much 
mind  !"  Aucrbach,  the  German  novelist,  also 
had  a  great  appreciation  of  his  own  powers 
and  work,  and  many  stories  are  told  of  the 
obtrusive  way  in  which  he  displayed  his  vanity. 
A  German  writer  says  of  him  :  "Every  year 
Auerbach  visits  three  or  four  fashionabli- 
watering-places,  at  each  of  which  the  follow- 
ing episode  occurs  at  least  thirty  times.  The 
novelist  indulges  in  small  talk  with  the  little 
children  of  the  natives,  and  invariably  ends 
the  conversation  thus :  'Knowest  thou  who 
has  been  talking  with  thee?  Behold  Auer- 
bach !     Tell  that  at  home  !'  " 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


Burial  of  a  Lone  Bull  Moose. 
Yes,  bury  him  deep,  the  lone  Bull  Moose, 

Both  his  horns  and  his  hoofs  and  his  hide. 
Lay  him  away   in   a  calm,    quiet   spot, 

With  the  big  stick  close  by  his  side. 
Make  not  a  sound  to  disturb  his  repose 

Or   refer  to   his  last  sad    foray; 
Plant    his     rough    rider    hat    with    his    other    old 
clothes 

And   leave   him  alone  in   his   glory. 

We  will  not  refer  to  the  New  York  campaign 

Or  the  later  affair  at  Chicago. 
From  the   Panama  matter  we'll  kindly  refrain, 

On   Mrs.    Storer  we'll  place  an  embargo. 
Of  the   Sugar   and    Steel   Trusts    no    mention    we'll 
make, 

Nor  refer  to   the  Harriman   letter; 
But  in  silence  and  sorrow  our  leave  we  will  take, 

Of  such  things  the  less  said  the  better. 

We'll  silently  watch  them  lay  him  away 

Without  prejudice,  envy  or  bias, 
We'll  think  a  whole  lot,  though  nothing  we'll  say. 

We  brothers  of  old  Ananias. 
No  reveling  sounds  will  mark  our  retreat, 

.Nor  tears  for  the  hopes  that  were  blighted, 
But  we'll  kick  up  the  dust  with  our  shuffling  feet 
And  away  we  will  hurry  dee-lighted. 

— G,  R.   Clarke,   in  New   York  Times. 


The  Train  de  Luxe  and  the  Ad.  Man. 
The  man   who  writes  the   railroad   ads   has   got   no 

lead-pipe  cinch, 
His    job    is    one    at    which    a    master    plumber    well 

might    flinch; 
He  goes  to  bed  at  two  a.   m.   to  dream  of  ads  he 

wrote, 
And  when  he  wakes  the  critics  howl  and  try  to  get 

his  goat; 
But    if    it    be    required    that    he,    in    pure    Byronic 

rhyme, 
Shall    write  his   ads   he'll   truly    have   a   dickens  of 

a  time — 
It    all  his  duties  he  performs   both  pleasantly  and 

well 
He's    lucky    if    he    long    remains   outside    a    padded 

cell. 
His  topics  range  from  semaphores  to  manicures  on 

trains, 
For    railroad    words    to    rhyme    he    sits    and    racks 

his  throbbing  brains, 
And    envies    much    the    hoboes   stealing   rides    upon 

the  trucks 
As  he  proceeds  to  tell  in  verse  of  "Sunset"  Train 

de  Luxe. 

For    husbands    there's    a    clubroom;     for    wives    a 

social  hall — 
A  valet  and  a  ladies'   maid   are  at  your  beck  and 

call; 
Stenographer  for  business  men,  a  barber  shop  and 

bath — 
The  train  is  one  of  luxury,  its  route  a  sunny  path: 
Midst     orange     groves,     past     snow-capped     peaks, 

through    canons    grim    and   grand. 
To   where  the   blue    Pacific    foams   upon   its  golden 

strand; 
Back  in  the  observation  end   you  loll   in   ease  and 

gaze 
Upon    a    Thousand    Wonders,    in    wide-eyed,    awed 

amaze, 
Oil-burning    locomotives,    too,    being   used    to    mini- 
mize 
The   risk  of   gritty   cinders   locating   in   your   eyes — 
It's    easy    to    write    poetry    on    dells    and    babbling 

brooks, 
But    you    must    be    some    poet    to    find    rhymes    for 

Trains  dc  Luxe. 

The  locomotive   hurls  apace — a   monster  autocratic. 
Electrically    guarded    by    block    signals    automatic. 
The  porter  calls  you  promptly — on  your  wants  he's 

keeping  tally; 
Your   suit's  pressed   by   the   barber,    who's   a   tailor 

and   the   valet; 
You  take  your  morning  "showtr,"    then  you  stroll 

into  the  diner 
Where  your  breakfast's  served   in  manner  that  no 

monarch  could  have  finer; 
A  pair  of   honeymooners  come  and   take   the  table 

next   you — 
You     recall    their    prattle    later,     though     it     really 

never  vexed  you; 
So  pleased  with  all  the  comforts  that  these  Trains 

de  Luxe  afford  you, 
Their   post-connubial   chatter   never    for    a    moment 

bored  you; 
You    admired    his    fond    devotion    to    his    "tootsey" 

and   his   "ducksy," 
And   approved    her   whispered  comment:      "George, 

I   love  these  Trains  de   Luxey." 

— R.  F.  Wilson. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Franciico 

Paid-Up  Capital $  4,000.000 

Surplusand  Undivided  Profiits 1,700.000 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

Officers: 

Herbert  Fleishhacker President 

Sio.  Greenebaum Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodoe Vice-President 

Jos.   Friedlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

R.  Altschul Cashier 

C.R.  Parker.  Assistant  Cashier    Wji.  II.  High,  Assistant  Cashier 

H.Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.Burdick,  Assistant  Cashier 

A.-L.  Langehman.  Secretary 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Su. 

Capital,  Sutplui  and  Undivided  Pronto . .  .$ !  1 ,070.803.23 

Deposit* 30, 1 04,366.00 

Total  Reeouice. -49.415.266.il 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.  Hellman,  Ja. ..  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank   B.   King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.  Price Asst.  Cashier 

DIRECTORS : 
ISAIAS    W.    HELLMAN  HARTLAND    LAW 

JOSEPH    SLOSS  HENRY    ROSENFELD 

PERCY    T.    MORGAN  JAMES    L.    FLOOD 

F.    W.    VAN    SICKLEN  J.    HENRY    MEYER 

WM.    F.    HERRIN  A.    H.    PAYSON 

JOHN    C.    KIRKPATRICK       CHAS.    J.    PEERING 
I.    W.    HELLMAN,    JR.  JAMES     K.     WILSON 

A.    CHRISTESON  f.  l.  lipman 

WM.    HAAS 

Customers  of  this  Bank  are  offered  every  facility  coniiitent 
with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
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Established  1858 


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INVESTMENT 

BROKERS 

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(The  German  Bank) 
Savings  Incorporated  1868       Commercial 

526    California   St.,   San   Francisco,   Cal. 

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The   following  branches  for  receipt  and  pay- 
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Richmond  District  Branch,  601  Clement  St.,  cor.  7th  Ave. 

Haight  Street  Branch,  1456  Haight  St.,  near  Masonic  Ave. 

JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.      1,000,000.00 
Reserve   and   Contingent   Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees'    Pension    Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 

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8  o'clock  p.  m.  for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


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Capital ♦1.000,000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 3.117,286 

Total  Assets 7.517.091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

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Alaska  Commercial  Building     •     San  Francisco 


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November  16,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A    chronicle    of   the   social   happenings   dur- 
ing the  past  week-  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of   San  Francisco   will  be   found  in 
the  following  department: 

Mrs.  Henry  T.  Scott  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
luncheon  Friday,  November  22,  at  half-past  one 
at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis,  in  honor  of  her  niece, 
Miss  Mills,  of  London. 

Miss  Dora  Winn  gave  a  tea  yesterday  at  her 
home  on  California  Street  complimentary  to  Miss 
Gertrude  Greely. 

Miss  Edna  Lawrence  of  Chicago  gave  a  bridge 
tea    Tuesday   at  the  Hotel    St.    Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  S.  Sharon  have  issued 
invitations  to  a  ball  Thursday  evening,  December 
5,  at  the  Palace  Hotel,  in  honor  of  Miss  Louise 
Janin,  daughter  of  Mrs.  George  H.  Mendell,  Jr. 

Mr;.  T.  A.  McGregor  will  give  a  reception  De- 
cember 4  in  honor  of  her  debutante  daughter.  Miss 
Katiebel    McGregor. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Dean  have  sent  out  rards 
to  a  tea  Tuesday  afternoon,  November  19,  at  the 
Century'  Club.  The  occasion  will  be  the  formal 
debut  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Dorothy  Dean. 

Miss  Sophie  Beylard  was  hostess  Sunday  at  a 
luncheon  ax  her  home  in    San    Mateo. 

Mr^.  Eleanor  Martin  entertained  at  a  dinner 
preceding  the  Bachelors'  and  Benedicts*  ball  Fri- 
day evening  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Parmelee  Eells  gave  a 
dinner  Friday  evening  in  honor  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Crawford  Green  (formerly   Miss  Natalie  Coffin). 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Egbert  Stone  entertained  a  num- 
ber of  young  people  Friday  evening  at  a  dinner 
complimentary  to  the  Misses  Helen  Stone,  Helen 
Hinckley,    and    Nancy    Glenn. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sidney  V.  Smith  gave  a  dinner 
preceding  the  ball  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  Friday, 
when  they  entertained  in  honor  of  the  Misses 
Mary  Gayley  and    Barbara   Sutton. 

Miss  Helen  Wright  made  her  formal  debut 
Thursday  at  a  tea  given  by  her  mother,  Mrs.  J. 
W.    Wright. 

Mrs.  Virginia  Ford  gave  a  tea  at  the  Hotel 
JJellevue  in  honor  of  Mrs.  B.   B.  Cutter. 

Miss  Dorothy  Woods  was  hostess  at  a  tea  Thurs- 
day in  honor  of  the  Misses  Corona  Williams  and 
Elizabeth  Brice. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Carter  Pitkin  Pomeroy  enter- 
tained a  large  number  of  young  people  at  a  dance 
Tuesday  evening  at  the  Century  Club.  The  af- 
fair was  in  honor  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Harriet 
Pomeroy,   who  was  formally  introduced  to  society. 

Colonel  Hamilton  Stone  Wallace,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Wallace  gave  a  dinner  Tuesday  evening  in 
honor  of  Miss  Sophie  Beylard  and  entertained  a 
number  of  young  people,  who  later  attended  the 
Pomeroy  dance. 

Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  luncheon  last  Friday  at  her  home 
on   Broadway. 

Miss  Elsa  Schilling  will  be  hostess  today  at  a 
reception  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Richard  S.  Dyer- 
Uennett  (formerly  Miss  Miriam  Clapp)  and  Mrs. 
Beverly  Wilder. 

Mrs.  Lathrop  Ellinwood  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Thursday  at  her  home  on  Cherry   Street. 

Mrs.  Leland  Stanford  Lathrop  has  issued  invi- 
tations to  a  luncheon  at  the  Francisca  Club  Thurs- 
day, November  21,  in  honor  of  Miss  Kate  Peter- 
son. 

The  Misses  Harriet  and  Marion  Stone  gave  a 
luncheon  Tuesday  at  their  home  on  Broadway 
complimentary  to  the  Misses  Mildred  Baldwin  and 
Eliza  McMullin. 

Miss  Mildred  Baldwin  will  entertain  a  number 
of  friends  at  luncheon  next  Tuesday  in  honor  of 
Miss  Doe.  P 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young  gave  a  reception 
and  dance  Tuesday  evening  at  their  home  on 
California  Street.  The  occasion  was  the  formal 
ik'but  of  their  youngest  daughter,  Miss  Phyllis  de 
Young. 

Mr.  Henry  Hadley  gave  a  studio  tea  last  Friday 
after   the    Popular   concert. 

Mrs.  William  Griffith  Henshaw  has  issued  invi- 
tations to  a  luncheon  and  bridge  party  November 
21  at  her  home  in  Oakland  in  honor  of  Mrs. 
Leon  Clark  (formerly  Miss  Viva  Nicholson),  who 
is  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Victor  H.    Metcalf. 

Mrs.  Richard  Bayne  will  be  hostess  at  a  tea 
November  20,  when  Miss  Olga  Schultze  will  make 
her    debut. 

Miss  Lillian  Vac  Vorst  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  a  tea  Wednesday  complimentary  to 
Miss  Helen  Stone  and  Miss  Constance  Metcalfe, 
debutantes  of  the  season. 

Miss  Corona  Williams  and  Miss  Mary  Gayley 
were  the  guests  of  honor  at  a  luncheon  at  the 
Francisca    Club    Monday,    when    Miss    Hannah    Du 

Puis  was  hostess. 

Marian  Zeile  will  be  Imstess  at  a  luncheon 
to   be   given    at    the    Francisca    Club    November    20 
r    of    Miss    Corennah    De    Pue    and    Miss 
Beatrice    Nickel. 

A  reception  will  he  given  on  November  20  at  the 
California  Club  in  Los  Angeles  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
K.  Avery  McCarthy  to  introduce  their  daughter, 
Miss    .\ileen    Met  arthy. 


Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and  from   this  city-  and   Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians  : 

Mrs.  J.  R.  K.  Nuttall  and  her  mother.  Mrs.  S. 
R.  Kus^nstock.  are  at  present  at  the  Hotel  Ma- 
jestic in  Paris.  They  will  sail  for  home  Decem- 
ber  S. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  Gunn  and  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Dudley,  Kenneth,  and  Russell  Gunn, 
came  over  this  week  from  San  Rafael  and  are 
at  the  Somerset  for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  left  Thursday 
for   New    York  to    remain  until   Christmas. 

Mr.  Raymond  Ashton  left  Wednesday  evening 
for  a  six  months'  surveying  trip  in  Southern  Cali- 
fornia. 

Miss  Ethel  Crocker,  who  has  been  spending 
several  weeks  in  Berlin,  is  now  in  Paris  visiting 
her   aunt,    the    Princess   Andre    Poniatowski. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  left  Tuesday 
for  New   York  to  remain  until  the  holidays. 

Miss  Gladys  Sullivan  has  gone  East  to  visit 
relatives. 

Mrs.  Fletcher  Ryer,  who  has  been  abroad  for 
the  past  year,  has  returned  to  San  Francisco. 
After  a  few  weeks'  visit  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel 
Mrs.  Ryer  will  join  her  daughter,  Miss  Doris 
Ryer,  who  is  attending  Mme.  Payen's  school  in 
Paris. 

Miss  Rhoda  Niebling  has  returned  to  Paris  to 
continue  her  vocal  studies.  She  will  be  joiued 
in  a  few  months  by  her  mother,  Mrs.  E.  T. 
Niebling. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  left  Monday 
for  New  York  to  spend  a  few  weeks  before  the 
holidays. 

M  r.  Ralph  Hope  Vere,  who  returned  to  Eu- 
rope recently,  has  decided  to  reside  in  London. 

Mrs.  Hope  Glenn  has  been  spending  the  past 
week  at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Curtis  O'Sullivan,  widow  of  the 
late  Denis  O'Sullivan,  has  returned  from  London 
and  is  visiting  her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James 
Marvin  Curtis,  at  their  home  on  Green  Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Latham  McMullin  went  East 
Wednesday   to    spend  several  weeks. 

Mr.  Douglas  MacMonagle  has  recently  under- 
gone an  operation  for  appendicitis. 

Miss  Ysabel  Chase  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Napa  County  after  a  week's  visit  with  Miss 
Ruth   Winslow. 

Mrs.  Hannah  Hobart  has  recently  been  visiting 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  M.  Pinckard  at  their  home 
in  San  Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Airs.  George  T.  Marye,  Jr.,  and  their 
niece,  Miss  Esther  Moreland,  will  spend  the  win- 
ter in  Egypt.     They  are  at  present  in  Paris. 

Miss  Lola  Berry  has  returned  from  the  East 
and  is  visiting  her  relatives  in  Ross. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Doe  has  returned  from  Europe 
and  has  been  joined  in  this  city  by  her  daughter, 
Miss  Marguerite  Doe,  who  arrived  last  week  from 
Santa  Barbara.  They  will  spend  several  weeks  at 
the    Fairmont   Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Somers  have  taken  an 
apartment  on  Pine  and  Jones  Streets  for  the 
season. 

Colonel  R.  A.  Eddy  and  Mrs.  Eddy  of  Paris  are 
at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis.  Mrs.  Eddy,  who  was 
formerly  Mrs.  Ida  Lewis,  is  the  mother  of  Mr. 
George  Lewis  of  this  city. 

Mr.  John  Parrott  has  returned  from  Europe  and 
is  visiting  his  mother,  Mrs.  A.  M.  Parrott,  in 
San   Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Eugene  de  Sabla,  the  Misses  Vera 
and  Leontine  de  Sabla,  have  returned  from  a  six 
months'  visit  in  Europe.  En  route  from  New 
York  Miss  de  Sabla  was  the  guest  of  Mrs.  Ed- 
ward Cudahy  at  her  home  in  Chicago. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  (formerly 
Miss  Innes  Keeney)  are  at  the  Hotel  Potter  in 
Santa  Barbara,  where  they  have  been  spending  the 
past  ten  days. 

Miss  Janet  Coleman  left  last  Friday  for  New 
Orleans,  accompanying  her  brother-in-law,  Mr. 
Hennen  Jennings,  on  his  return  to  Washington, 
D.  C.  Miss  Coleman  will  spend  the  winter  with 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jennings  at  their  home  in  Wash- 
ington, 

Mrs.  A.  M.  Talbot  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Amylita  Talbot,  will  not  return  to  Washington, 
D.  C,  this  season.  They  will  reside  at  the  Hotel 
Granada,  where  they  are  already  established. 

Miss  Eleanor  King  is  in  Paris  studying  vocal 
music   with    Miss   Bessie   Bowie. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Louis  McDermot  have  gone  East 
to  remain  until  Christmas. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  are  settled  for 
the  winter  at  Scott  and  Green   Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Paul  Foster  (formerly  Miss  Mar- 
garet Calhoun),  who  arrived  recently  from  Cleve- 
land, Ohio,  are  established  in  San  Rafael,  which 
is  to  be  their   future   home. 

Mr.  Joseph  D.  Redding  left  a  few  days  ago 
for  New  York  en  route  to  Paris,  where  he  will 
spend  the  holidays  with  Mrs.  Redding  and  their 
daughter,    Miss   Josephine    Redding. 

Miss  Esther  Denny  has  returned  from  Apple- 
gate,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  summer. 

Mr.  Gardner  Williams  and  his  daughter,  Miss 
Dorothy  Williams,  have  returned  from  Europe  and 
will  spend  the  holidays  in  this  city.     The  wedding 


"Ah,  Aristocratica" 

There's  genuine  pleasure  in  the 
voice  of  the  friend  who  observes 
a  box  of  Aristocratica  Chocolates 
in  the  room.  They  speak  of  per- 
fect taste. 

Made  of  the  most  costly  ingredi- 
ents— Maillard's  chocolate,  for  one 
thing — and  we  sell  them  for  75 
cents  the  pound  carton  —  eight 
kinds  in  a  carton. 


PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


of  Miss  Williams  and  Mr.  Eyre  Pinckard  of  San 
Rafael  will  take  place  in  April  in  Washington, 
D.   C. 

Miss  Cora  de  Marville  sailed  from  Marseilles 
for  Naples  on  October  30.  She  will  pass  Novem- 
ber and  December  in  Italy.  During  January  she 
will  travel    in   Germany. 

Mrs.  Fannie  McCreary  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Wright 
are  contemplating  spending  the  winter  in  Egypt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  Frederick  Kohl  have  returned 
from  a  six  months'  visit  in  the  East  and  are  at 
the   Fairmont  Hotel. 

Lieutenant  William  Bryden,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Bryden  have  arrived  at  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma,  where 
they  will  reside  indefinitely.  Mrs.  Bryden  was 
formerly  Miss  Ellen  Barry,  daughter  of  General 
Thomas  Barry,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Barry,  who 
until  recently  resided  at  Fort  Mason. 

Rear- Admiral  Richardson  Clover,  U.  S.  N.,  left 
Sunday  for  his  home  in  Washington,  D.  C. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Scott  Brooke  of  Portland  is  visit- 
ing her  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Carter  Pitkin  Pome- 
roy, at  their  home  on  Clay  Street. 

■>•»- 

The  Late  Horace  L.Hill. 

Horace  Lewis  Hill,  whose  death  in  New 
York  was  announced  last  week,  was  none  the 
less  a  Californian  because  for  some  few 
years  bis  immediate  domicile  was  elsewhere. 
From  boyhood  and  during  the  period  of  his 
active  life,  Mr.  Hill's  home,  his  closest  do- 
mestic affiliations,  and  his  warmest  friend- 
ships were  here.  Mr.  Hill  shared  in  the  life 
of  early  California,  and  bore  always  in  his 
character  and  spirit  something  of  the  atmos- 
phere of  the  pioneer  time.  Although  essen- 
tially a  conventional  man  in  his  breeding  and 
tastes,  he  cherished  and  reflected  in  his  sym- 
pathies and  cordialities  the  days  of  old,  the 
days  of  gold. 

For  a  single  official  term  Mr.  Hill  was  a 
supervisor  of  the  city  and  county  of  San 
Francisco.  But  the  essential  activities  of  his 
life  were  private  rather  than  public.  It  was 
in  the  spheres  of  domesticity  and  business 
that  his  personal  career  was  worked  out.  He 
was  by  nature  kind  and  just.  Wide  observa- 
tion, wide  reading,  allied  with  sympathy  and 
native  soundness  of  mind,  made  him  a  man 
of  solid  and  valid  judgments.  In  public  and 
private  affairs  the  opinion  of  Horace  Hill  was 
always  a  matter  of  weight,  and  his  name  a 
synonym  for  probity. J  In  recent  years  Mr. 
Hill  was  an  annual  Visitor  to  San  Francisco, 
and  to  the  hour  of  his  death  he  held  in 
tune  a  thousand  chords  of  sentimental  in- 
terest binding  him  and  his  family  to  Cali- 
fornia. "} 

Mr.  Hill  was  born  in  Philadelphia  in  183S, 
the  son  of  a  family  tracing  back  to  the 
colonial  era.  He  came  to  California  in  1852, 
growing  up  in  Sonoma  County.  After  a 
period  of  professional  study  in  San  Francisco 
he  began  business  life  at  Sacramento.  His 
subsequent  life  included  an  adventure  of 
some  years  in  Siberia  and  China,  with  a 
business  career  in  San  Francisco  varied  by 
periods  of  extended  travel.  He  was  asso- 
ciated in  early  life  with  Milton  S.  Latham, 
later  "with  Lawrence  Killgour,  and  in  his 
varied  activities  was  uniformly  and  honorably 
successful. 

Surviving  members  of  Mr.  Hill's  family,  be- 
sides his  wife  (Miss  Julia  Sterling  of  Napa, 
whom  he  married  in  1883)  and  son,  include 
a  brother,  Harry  C.  Hill,  and  a  sister,  Mrs. 
Robert  Beck,  of  San  Francisco. 

Mr.  Hill's  remains  were  buried  last  week 
in  Laurel  Hill  Cemetery,  Philadelphia. 


Society  Circus  and  Horse  Show. 

The  big  Pavilion  Rink  at  Sutter  and  Pierce 
Streets  will  be  the  scene  of  a  unique  and 
important  amusement  undertaking  on  the 
evenings  of  December  5,  6,  and  7,  with  a 
matinee  on  the  last  date,  Saturday,  when  a 
society  circus  and  horse  show  will  be  given 
in  aid  of  the  Infant  Shelter.  The  idea  origi- 
nated with  Mrs.  Adrian  Splivalo,  who  is  the 
chairman  of  the  executive  committee  in 
charge  of  the  affair,  and  she  is  ably  assisted 
by  Mrs.  H.  P.  Umbsen,  who  has  charge  of 
the  advertising  and  raising  the  funds  neces- 
sary to  open  the  doors;  Mrs.  G.  H.  Umbsen, 
custodian  and  distributor  of  the  tickets ;  Mrs. 
Jack  Mattheis,  director  of  publicity ;  and 
many  other  hard  and  willing  workers.  The 
display  of  aristocratic  horseflesh  promises  to 
be  exceptionally  fine,  and  already  more  than 
twenty-five  handsome  cups  have  been  do- 
nated as  trophies.  Among  the  gentleman 
riders  will  be  Mr.  Richard  Tobin,  the  Tevis 
brothers,  Mr.  Walter  Hobart,  and  Mr.  Felton 
Elkins,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Clarke  will 
be  important  exhibitors;  among  the  ladies 
who  will  show  their  equestrian  skill  are  Miss 
Lurline  Matson,  Miss  Cheseborough,  Miss 
Grace  Gibson,  Mrs.  James  King  Steele,  Miss 
M.  Sidebotham,  and  Miss  Amy  Raisch.  Miss 
Virginia  Newhall  will  also  display  an  equine 
pet. 

Society  is  manifesting  great  interest  in  the 
event,  and  among  the  patrons  and  patronesses 
are  Mrs.  A.  P.  Hotaling,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  Clarke,  Mr.  Richard  Tobin,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Joseph  Grant.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de 
Young,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Kohl,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Thomas  A.  Driscoll,  Mrs.  Worthing- 
ton  Ames,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence  Harris, 
Dr.  and  Mrs.  Howard  Morrow,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Jack  Casserly,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  D.  Spreck- 
els,  the  Mayor  and  Mrs.  James  Rolph,  Mrs. 
Eleanor  Martin,  Mrs.  Vincent  Whitney,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  George  Cameron,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Joseph  Tobin,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Vincent  Whitney, 
Jr.,    Mr.    and    Mrs.    Willard    Drown,    Mr.    and 


Makes  Home  Baking  Easy 


Absolutely  Pare 

The  only  baking  powder 

made  from  Royal  Crape 

Cream  of  Tartar 

NO  alum.no  lime  phosphate 


Mrs.  James  King  Steele,  Judge  and  Mrs.  Gra- 
ham, Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wellington  Gregg,  Mr. 
Frank  Maroney,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Max  Sloss,  Dr. 
and  Mrs.  Philip  King  Brown,  Mr.  R.  W. 
Davis,  Judge  and  Mrs.  Curtis  Lindley,  and 
Colonel  and  Mrs.   Cornelius  Gardner. 

The  circus  portion  of  the  entertainment  will 
be  furnished  by  members  of  the  Ol3*mpic 
Club,  and  special  features  will  be  introduced 
by  the  Bohemian  Club  on  Thursday  night,  the 
Family  Club  on  Frida3r,  and  the  Elks  on  Satur- 
day. Fifty  choice  boxes  are  to  be  dis- 
posed of  and  the  sale  of  seats  will  commence 
at  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.'s  next  Thursday 
morning. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  S.  Foss  (formerly 
Miss  Dorothy  Chapman)  are  receiving  con^ 
gratulations  on  the  birth  of  a  son  at  their 
home  in  Jamaica  Plain,  Boston,  on  November 
4.  He  will  be  named  Eugene  Noble  Foss,  2d, 
after  his  grandfather,  Governor  Foss  of  Mas- 
sachusetts. 


The  home  in  St.  Louis,  Missouri,  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Robert  Holmes  has  been  brightened  by 
the  advent  of  a  daughter. 


To  Let,  Furnished — Small,  attractive,  sunny 
flat.  No  children.  1719  Baker  Street,  near 
California.     Call  mornings  between  10  and  12. 


ORIGINAL 

PLYMOUTH 

Dry  Gin 


The  Gin  of  the  Connoisseur 

for 

Cocktail,  Fizz  or  Rickey 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 
214  Front  Street      -      San  Francisco 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  6F  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel  in  the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cart  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


November  16,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE   CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


Sweden,  the  twenty-first  nation  to  accept 
the  invitation  of  the  United  States  to  par- 
ticipate in  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition,  on 
Tuesday  received  the  deed  to  her  exposition 
site.  Appropriate  ceremonies  were  arranged 
in  honor  of  the  event,  with  a  fine  programme 
of  Swedish  music  and  songs.  The  selection 
of  the  site  was  made  by  John  Hammer, 
Sweden's  official  representative  for  that  pur- 
pose.   

San  Francisco  policemen  defeated  the  po- 
licemen of  Los  Angeles  in  the  benefit  game 
of  baseball  for  the  Youths'  Directory  played 
on  the  Coast  League  grounds  Sunday.  The 
final  score  was  S  to  4,  and  more  than  $5000 
was  added  to  the  funds  of  a  worthy  cause. 


The  end  of  the  city's  struggle  to  break  the 
merger  of  the  Bay  Cities  Home  Telephone 
Company  and  the  Pacific  Telephone  and  Tele- 
graph Company,  effected  more  than  six 
months  ago,  came  this  week,  when  Judge 
Ellison  of  Tehama  County  threw  out  of 
court  the  city's  suit  to  have  the  purchase  of 
the  Home  system  by  the  Pacific  Company  set 
aside  and  declared  invalid.  Judge  Ellison  sat 
in  Extra  Sessions  Court  No.  1  in  this  city  at 
the  hearing  of  the  suit. 


Plans  for  the  new  $175,000  building  of  the 
First  Congregational  Church  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, of  which  Rev.  Charles  F.  Aked  is  the 
pastor,  have  been  completed,  and  tenders  for 
the  building  contract  have  been  issued.  Its 
seating  capacity  will  be  1500,  and  it  will  be 
built  of  stone  in  the  Italian  Renaissance  style. 


Hamilton  W.  Mabie  of  New  York,  editor, 
author,  and  educator,  arrived  in  San  Fran- 
cisco Tuesday.  He  is  on  his  way  to  Japan, 
where  he  is  to  lecture  at  the  leading  colleges 
and  universities  on  American  life,  its  charac- 
ter and  ideals.  This  course  of  lectures  is  pro- 
vided for  by  the  Carnegie  Foundation. 


The    Merchants    Exchange    Club    has   issued 
a  list  showing  480   members  on  the  roll. 


The  annual  benefit  entertainment  and  ball 
for  Henry  Maret,  the  old-time  German  actor, 
was  given  Sunday  night  at  the  San  Francisco 
Turner  Hall  on  Sutter  Street.  Maret  him- 
self, although  seventy-three  years  of  age,  took 
part  in  one  of  the  sketches. 


THE  MUSICAL  SEASON. 

Mero's  Farewell  Piano  Concert. 

The  farewell  concert  of  Yolanda  Mero,  the 
Hungarian  piano  virtuosa  whose  wonderful 
playing  has  been  the  main  topic  of  conversa- 
tion in  musical  circles  this  week,  and  who 
was  recognized  as  a  very  great  artist  before 
she  had  completed  the  first  half  of  her  open- 
ing programme  lac.  Sunday,  will  be  given  at 
Scottish  Rite  Auaitorium  this  Saturday  after- 
noon, November  16,  at  2:30.  The  programme 
will  be  a  most  interesting  one,  as  it  includes 
a  number  of  works  never  before  heard  in  this 
city. 

Seats  are  to  be  s.  'red  at  the  usual  music 
stores  and  at  the  hall  after  one  o'clock  on 
Saturday. 


The  Alice  Nielsen  Opera  Engagements. 

The  star  musical  attraction  for  the  coming 
week  is  Alice  Nielsen  of  the  Metropolitan  and 
Boston  Opera  Companies,  supported  by  an  all- 
star  company  of  principals  from  the  Boston 
Opera  House,  in  operatic  performances  and 
concerts. 

The  career  of  little  Alice  Nielsen  from 
chorus  girl  at  the  Tivoli  to  star  of  the  world's 
greatest  opera  houses  is  part  of  our  musical 
history  and  needs  no  further  repetition ;  it 
stands  as  a  shining  example  of  pure  American 
pluck  and  courage,  coupled  of  course  with 
exceptional  natural  gifts. 

With  Alice  Nielsen  will  be  heard  Jeska 
Swartz,  an  American  contralto  who  at  the 
age  of  twenty-one  is  already  a  grand  opera 
star  of  the  first  magnitude;  Alfredo  Ramella, 
a  lyric  tenor  imported  from  Italy  especially 
for  the  lighter  roles  at  the  Boston  Opera  ;  Sig- 
nor  Fonari,  the  splendid  baritone  so  well  re- 
membered here  for  his  work  with  Nordica, 
Constantino,  and  Nielsen  when  the  San  Car- 
los Opera  Company  came  here  almost  imme- 
diately after  the  big  disaster;  Senor  Jose  Mar- 
done,  from  the  Royal  Opera  of  Madrid,  and 
who    is    said    to    possess    the    most    beautiful 


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days  of  Pol  Plangon ;  and  Luigi  Tavecchia,  a 
buffo  who  visited  us  some  years  ago  with 
Mrae.  Sembrich. 

The  musical  director,  Signor  Rimini,  is  re- 
cently from  Bologna,  and  will  wield  his  baton 
over  a  complete  grand  opera  orchestra  of 
thirty  players.  Costumes,  appointments,  etc., 
will  be   from  the  Boston  Opera  House. 

The  first  Nielsen  performance  for  the  pub- 
lic is  announced  for  Thursday  night  next, 
November  21,  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium. 
The  feature  of  the  performance  will  be  the 
complete  original  version  of  "The  Secret  of 
Suzanne,"  given  with  the  original  orchestra- 
tion, which  made  half  the  success  of  the 
little  opera.  Any  other  presentations  of  the 
work  must  be  with  just  a  piano  and  a  few 
strings,  for  Miss  Nielsen  possesses  the  sole 
right  to  the  original  orchestral  arrangement. 
Preceding  the  opera  a  concert  will  be  given 
which  alone  will  be  worth  the  price  of  admis- 
sion. The  programme  will  include  solos  by 
each  of  the  stars,  in  addition  to  which  Miss 
Nielsen  will  sing  a  group  pi  English  songs, 
and  Signors  Fornari  and  Mardones  will  offer 
the  duet  from  "Linda  di  Chamounix."  Par- 
ticularly interesting  numbers  will  be  the  aria 
for  contralto  from  Tschaikowsky's  opera, 
"Joan  of  Arc,"  and  the  aria  for  basso  from 
Verdi's  "Simon   Boccanegra." 

The  second  and  positively  last  performance 
will  be  given  Sunday  afternoon,  November  24, 
at  2:30,  when  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne"  will 
be  repeated  with  an  entire  change  in  the 
concert  programme.  By  special  request  Miss 
Nielsen  and  Miss  Swartz  will  sing  the  duet 
from  "Madama  Butterfly,"  in  which  they 
scored  a  triumph  last  year  in  Boston,  and 
Miss  Nielsen  will  sing  the  plaintive  but  ex- 
quisite aria  from  the  same  work.  Signors 
Ramella,  Mardones,  and  Fornari  will  sing  the 
trio  for  male  voices  from  "Faust,"  and  each 
artist  will  again  contribute  solo  numbers  and 
some  groups  of  interesting  songs. 

The  sale  of  seats  for  both  performances 
will  open  Moritlay  morning  at  the  music  store 
box-offices,  and  mail  orders  should  be  ad- 
dressed rV  Will  L.  Greenbaura,  who  promises 
special   attention  to   out-*f-town   mail. 

In  Oakland  the  Nielsen  Company  in  its  en- 
tirety will  present  "The  Barber  of  Seville," 
preceded  by  a  grand  concert,  at  Ye  Liberty 
Playhouse  next  Friday  afternoon,  November 
22,  at  3:15.  The  cast  of  Rossini's  master- 
piece will  be:  Rosina  (niece  of  Don  Bartola), 
Miss  Nielsen;  Bertha  (a  housemaid),  Mile. 
Swartz;  Figaro  (a  barber),  Sig.  Fornari; 
Count  Almaviva,  Sig.  Ramella  ;  Basilio  (music 
teacher),  Sig.  Mardones;  Don  Bartola,  Sig. 
Tavecchia. 

For  this  event  the  sale  of  seats  will  open  at 
Ye  Liberty  Monday  morning,  and  mail  orders 
should  be  addressed  to  H.  W.  Bishop. 


Mme.  Gerville-Reache's  Concerts. 
Mme.  Jeanne  Gerville-Reache,  the  French 
contralto  who  came  to  this  country  as  princi- 
pal alto  with  the  original  Manhattan  Opera 
Company  organized  by  Oscar  Hammerstein 
with  Bonci  and  Mary  Garden,  will  pay  us  her 
second  visit  as  a  concert  artist,  and  is  an- 
nounced for  two  concerts  at  Scottish  Rite 
Hall  on  Sunday  afternoons,  December  1  and  8. 


Maud  Powell,  the  violin  virtuosa,  assisted 
by  Mr.  Thomas  Musgrave,  pianist,  will  be 
heard  here  under  Will  L.  Greenbaum's  man- 
agement the  first  week  in  December. 


Burr  Mcintosh  Matinees. 

"The  Wonders  and  Beauties  of  the  Golden 
State  of  California  and  Our  Country"  will  be 
vividly  presented  at  the  Cort  Theatre  next 
Tuesday  afternoon  at  three  o'clock,  when  Burr 
Mcintosh — because  of  numerous  requests — 
will  again  present  his  "Plain  Talk."  More 
than  four  hundred  marvelous  colored  views 
will  be  shown.  These  are  acknowledged  to 
be  as  perfect  as  any  ever  shown  on  a  screen, 
and  reflect  Mr.  Mcintosh's  skill  as  a  photogra- 
pher and  colorist.  While  our  own  great 
country  is  pictured  in  a  very  interesting  way, 
moments  in  Cuba  during  the  Spanish-Ameri- 
can War  hold  the  auditor  spell-bound,  while 
the  many  beautiful  ones  made  in  the  Philip- 
pines, when  Mr.  Mcintosh  accompanied 
President  Taft  on  the  famous  trip  in  1905, 
reveal  scenes  and  incidents  never  before 
caught  by  the  camera. 

Every  one  interested  in  "Our  Country" 
should  learn  the  facts  about  the  need  of  ship 
subsidy  and  merchant  marine,  the  army  can- 
teen, the  immigrant  situation,  and  other  vital 
subjects,  which  are  explained  in  a  convincing 
and  interesting  way. 

But  it  is  "California"  which  holds  the  at- 
tention. Many  others  have  for  years  told 
of  the  wonders,  history,  and  picturesqueness 
of  this  state,  but  it  is  doubtful  if  any  have 
ever  instilled  a  deeper  feeling  of  appreciation 
and  love  of  state  than  Mr.  Mcintosh  does 
with  his  appealing  and  instructive  "Plain 
Talk."  You  are  sure  to  be  a  better  informed 
citizen  of  the  United  States,  but  more  espe- 
cially of  California,  if  you  go  to  the  Cort 
Theatre   next  Tuesday   afternoon. 


Sunday  Lecture  at  the   A.  C.  Museum. 
A   special   lecture   on   the   "Life  of  the  An- 
cient   Egyptians"    is    to    take    the    place    next 
Sunday    of   the   usual    lecture   on   "Dress   and 


Yes,  of  course  you  can 

Buy  a  cheaper  cocoa  than  Ghirardelli's 
IMPERIAL,  but  you  can  not  expect  to 
get  IMPERIAL  quality. 

IMPERIAL  is  a  quality  article,  the  result  of  a 
demand  from  people  who  wanted  a  little  better 
article  than  any  other  on  the  market. 

It  costs  more  to  make.  It  sells  for  a  little  more 
than  ordinary  grades.  It's  worth  the  price,  because 
it  is  the  highest  grade  you  can  buy. 

Made  by  Ghirardelli's  own  process.  Result,  a 
rich,  delicious  product  of  the  most  costly  cocoa 
beans. 

Is  quickly  and  simply  made.  Highly  nutritious, 
easily  digested,  and  makes  an  ideal  beverage  morn- 
ing, noon  and  night. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers.  Yours  will 
be  glad  to  order  it  if  he  doesn't  happen 
to  have  it  in  stock.     Say  IMPERIAL. 


Adornment"  at  the  Affiliated  Colleges  Mu- 
seum. The  lecture  will  begin  at  three  o'clock, 
and,  like  all  lectures  given  at  the  Museum,  is 
free  and  open  to  the  public.  By  taking  or 
transferring  to  cars  on  route  No.  6,  visitors 
will  avoid  delay  in  reaching  the  Museum. 

For  several  years  the  University  of  Cali- 
fornia carried  on  extensive  explorations  in 
Egypt  through  the  support  of  Mrs.  Phebe  A. 
Hearst.  The  result  of  these  excavations  is 
a  splendid  collection  of  Egyptian  antiquities, 
the  greater  portion  of  which  is  on  display  in 
the  Egyptian  Hall  of  the  Museum. 


DORFLINGER 

TABLE  SERVICE 

of  quality  and  artistic 
design    a    specialty. 


Julian  Eltinge  in  "The  Fascinating  Widow" 
will  close  his  engagement  in  San  Francisco, 
at  the  Columbia  Theatre,  Saturday  night,  No- 
vember 16.  Mr.  Eltinge's  stay  in  this  city, 
of  twenty-one  evening  and  six  matinee  per- 
formances, will  be  recorded  as  one  of  the 
most  profitable  theatrical  engagements  played 
at  the  Columbia  or  any  other  theatre  in  the 
past  five  years.  Since  Tuesday  night  last  the 
capacity  of  the  theatre  has  been  taxed. 


It  is  reported  from  Rome  that  the  operetta 
written  by  ex-Crown  Princess  Louise  of 
Saxony,  the  music  by  Enrico  Toselli,  her 
erstwhile  husband,  will  be  ready  in  Novem- 
ber. Signor  Sonzogno,  the  Milan  music  pub- 
lisher, will  produce  it  soon  simultaneously  in 
Paris  and  Italy.  The  Florentine  poet  Paolo 
Reni  has  translated  it  into  Italian  verse.  He 
says  the  title  will  be  "The  Bizarre  Prin- 
cess." 


The  Shuberts  gave  three  new  productions 
their  metropolitan  premieres  this  week  in 
New  York  City :  Annie  Russell's  Old  Eng- 
lish comedy  company  in  "She  Stoops  to  Con- 
quer" at  the  Thirty-Ninth  Street  Theatre ; 
"The  Red  Petticoat,"  a  musical  play  in  which 
Helen  Lowell  is  featured  at  the  head  of  the 
cast,  at  William  A.  Brady's  Forty-Eighth 
Street  Theatre  ;  and  "The  Whip"  at  the  Man- 
hattan   Opera   House. 


Thanksgiving  Table  Decorations — We  sug- 
gest dainty,  little,  life-like  turkeys  filled  with 
candies,  or  delicious  miniature  candy  plum 
puddings  decked  with  holly.  Geo.  Haas  & 
Sons'  four  candy  stores. 


For  sale  by  first  class  dealers  everywhere. 
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quire free  alkali  to 
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lather  of  Pears'  does 
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alkali,  fats  or  rosin. 

Pears'  and  purity 
are  synonymous. 

Matchless  for  the  complexion. 


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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


First  Citizen — Is  your  wife  entertaining  this 
winter?  Second  Citizen — No,  not  very. — May 
Irwin's  Echo. 

"That  young  Galey  is  a  chip  of  the  old 
block,  isn't  he?"  "Rather  a  tooth  of  the  old 
rake." — Judge. 

Sillicus — The  way  of  the  transgressor  is 
hard.  Cynicus — Oh.  well,  he  can  generally  af- 
ford pneumatic  tires. — Judge. 

'*You  intimate  that  he  robs  Peter  to  pay 
Paul?"  "Dear  man,  it's  worse  than  that!  He 
robs  Peter  to  pay  Pauline." — Judge. 

"Did  you  see  the  diamond  engagement  ring 
George  gave  me?"  "Did  I  see  it?  I'm  the 
first  girl  that  wore  it." — Houston  Post. 

Minister — Young  man,  do  you  know  how  to 
dance  ?  Young  Man — Well,  parson,  I  know 
the  holds,  but  I  don't  know  the  steps. — Life. 

"Dukfitz  married  an  optimist."  "Why  do 
you  think  so?"  "Any  woman  would  be  an 
optimist  who  accepted  Dukfitz." — Birmingham 
Age-Herald. 

Louise — Clara  married  her  husband  to  re- 
form him.  Julia — Did  she  succeed?  Louise — 
No.  He  only  lived  forty  years  after  the  wed- 
ding.— Life. 

Binks — I  hope  this  Balkan  war  will  cut  out 
those  Turkish  atrocities.  Jinks — Ditto  here. 
I  never  could  smoke  the  blamed  things. — New 
York  American. 

Mrs.    Clancy — The    daredivil    would    loight 

his    poipe    wid   a   stilk    av    dynamite,    and 

Mrs.  Hogan — 'Twas  jest  loike  Tim  !  What'll 
he  be  doin'  next? — Puck. 

Sapleigh — Yes,  you  know  the  bally  golf  ball 
hit  me  on  the  head  and  went  careering  into 
space.  Miss  Keen — Inside  your  head,  Mr. 
Sapleigh? — Boston  Transcript. 

Mrs.  Hennepeckke — Well,  I  guess  I  have 
just  as  much  chance  of  getting  to  heaven  as 
you  have.  Mr.  Hennepeckke — Not  if  I  get 
there  first. — Philadelphia   Record. 

"Yes,  I  was  once  engaged  to  a  duke."  "And 
what  obstacle  came  between  two  loving 
hearts  ?"  "Oh,  nothing  in  particular.  He 
just  let  the  option"  expire." — Judge. 

"Wealth  doesn't  bring  happiness."  "You 
really  believe  that?"  "I  know  it.  It  never 
brought  me  any."  "I  didn't  know  you  were 
wealthy?"     "I'm  not." — Houston  Post. 

Tweenie  Ann — Oh,  mum,  I've  fallen  down- 
stairs and  broken  me  neck.  Her  Mistress — 
Well,  whatever  you've  broken  will  be  de- 
ducted  from  your  wages. — London  Sketch. 

"I   had   a  queer   experience   last  night.     A 

mouse     ran     up     my    trousers    legs,    and " 

"Gee!  Didn't  it  scare  you?"  "No.  You  see, 
my  trousers  were  hanging  on  a  chair." — New 
York  American. 

"So  you  think  kissing  dangerous?"  "In- 
deed, I  do."  "Y'ou  must  have  kissed  the 
wrong  girl."  "I  know  I  did."  "Her  brother 
handed  you  a  wallop?"  "No ;  she  married 
me." — Houston  Post. 

"And  how  is  the  new  minister  getting 
along?"  "All  right,  apparently.  He  seems  to 
be  able  to  expound  the  moral  law  without  of- 
fending any  of  the  interests  in  the  pews." — 
Louisville  Courier-Journal. 

Waiter — Do  you  mind  if  I  put  your  bag  out 
of  the  way,  sir?  The  people  coming  in  are 
falling  over  it.  Diner — You  leave  it  where 
it  is.  If  nobody  falls  over  it,  I  shall  forget 
it's  there. — Flicgende  Blatter. 

"Biggins  says  he  owes  everything  to  his 
wife."  "That  isn't  true,"  replied  Biggins's 
father- in-law.  "His  wife  quit  lending  him 
anything  years  ago  and  then  he  started  in 
owing  me." — Washington  Star. 

She — Sometimes  you  appear  really  manly 
and  sometimes  you  are  effeminate.  How  do 
you  account  for  it?  He — I  suppose  it  is  herdi- 
tary.  Half  of  my  ancestors  were  men  and 
the  other  half  women! — Tit-Bits. 

"That  was  an  awful  mistake  that  surgeon 
made.  The  man  he  operated  on  didn't  have 
what  he  thought  he  did."  "Didn't  have  ap- 
pendicitis at  all,  eh?"  "Oh,  he  had  appendi- 
citis, all  right,  but  he  didn't  have  any  money." 
— Houston  Post. 

"Does  my  automobile  scare  your  horse  ?" 
asked  the  motorist  in  a  mud  road.  "No,"  re- 
plied Farmer  Corntossel.  "He's  the  tamest, 
most  intelligent  animal  you  ever  saw.  What 
makes  him  act  that  way  is  that  he's  tryin' 
to  back  around  to  be  hitched  up  to  your  vee- 
hicklc  ;  'cause  he  knows  you're  a-goin'  to  need 
him." — Washington  Star. 

"Johnny,"  said  the  mother  as  she  vigorously 
scruliWd  the  small  boy's  face  with  soap  and 
water,  "didn't  I  tell  you  never  to  blacken  your 
face  again?  Here  I've  been  scrubbing  for 
half  an  hour  and  it  won't  come  off."  "I — 1 — 
hucIi  !  sputtered  the  small  boy;  "I  aint  your 
iittlt.-  boy.  I — ouch !  I'se  Mose,  de  colored 
lady's   little   boy." — Ladies'   Home  Journal. 

"You  think  it  better  to  have  foreign 
waiters  ?"      "Yes,"    replied    the    thick-skinned 


man.  "I  realized  it  this  evening.  When  I 
gave  the  waiter  a  lead  half-dollar,  he  thanked 
me  in  English,  and  later  expressed  his  opinion 
in  a  language  which,  fortunately,  I  could  not 
understand." — Washington  Star. 

"Doctor,  my  husband  is  losing  his  mind,  I 
fear.  He  continually  mumbles  and  mutters  to 
himself."  "Is  it  possible?"  "Yes ;  he  mut- 
ters to  himself,  and  when  you  speak  to  him 
he  stares  at  you  blankly."  "I  know  what  the 
trouble  is,"  said  the  doctor,  smiling.  "He  is 
memorizing  some  lodge  work.  I  belong  to  the 
same   lodge." — Louisville   Courier-Journal. 


During  the  session  of  the  California  state 
legislature  in  the  winter  of  1863-4  a  bill  was 
introduced  in  the  house  repealing  so  much  of 
an  existing  law  as  prohibited  a  negro  from 
testifying  in  either  civil  or  criminal  cases 
pending  against  a  white  person.  Hon.  J.  W. 
Owen  of  Santa  Clara  County  was  advocating 
the  bill,  and  during  the  course  of  his  remarks 
he  said :  "Mr.  Speaker,  in  the  county  which  I 
have  the  honor  to  represent  there  resides  a 
negro  barber,  who,  in  point  of  natural  ability 
or  acquired  culture,  is  the  peer  of  more  than 
half  the  members  of  this  house."  Instantly  a 
dozen  of  the  so-called  "chivalry"  were  on  their 
feet,  demanding  that  the  insulting  and  unpar- 
liamentary language  be  taken  down  and  the 
orator  be  punished  for  its  use.  The  speaker  so 
ordered ;  and  in  the  midst  of  the  confusion 
which  ensued  a  motion  to  adjourn  prevailed. 
The  following  day  the  subject  was  called  up 
under  the  head  of  unfinished  business  and 
Mr.  Owen  made  the  following  characteristic 
"apology" :  "Mr.  Speaker,  yesterday,  in  the 
heat  of  debate,  I  used  words  which  the  oppo- 
nents of  the  measure  under  consideration 
claim  to  have  been  unparliamentary  and  an 
insult  to  the  intelligence  of  the  members  of 
this  house.  It  was  not  my  purpose  to  offend 
any  one,  and  I  hereby  withdraw  the  objection- 
able words  used,  and  most  humbly  apologize 
to  any  and  all  of  my  colleagues  who  feel 
aggrieved  by  their  utterance ;  but  as  to  the 
fact  I  stated,  God  Almighty  alone  is  respon- 
sible for  it," 


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TOYO    KISEN    KAISHA 

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S.  S.  Chivo  Maru   (via  Manila  direct) 

'. Friday,    Nov.    15,1912 

S.  S.  Nippon    Maru    (intermediate   sen-ice    sa- 
loon accommodations  at   reduced   rates)... 

Saturday,  Dec.  7,  1912 

S.  S.  Tenyo  Maru Friday,  Dec.  13,  1912 

S.  S.  Shinyo   Maru    (new) 

Saturday,  Jan.  4,1913 

Steamers  sail  from  company's  pier,  No.  34, 
near  foot  of  Brannan  Street,  1  p.  m.,  for 
Yokohama  and  Hongkong,  calling  at  Honolulu, 
Kobe  (Hiogo),  Nagasaki  and  Shanghai,  and 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Books  of  the  Day— Mr.  Wilson  and 
the  Tariff — The  Balkan  Crisis — Cabinet  Speculation — 
The  Dynamite  Trials — Faithless  to  Their  Own  Prin- 
ciple— The  "Courier-Journal"  and  Colonel  Watterson 
— Editorial    Notes     321-323 

THE   COSMOPOLITAN.      By    Sidney    G.    P.    Coryn 324 

INTAGLIOS:  "The  Sonnet,"  by  William  Wadsworth;  "The 
Last  Sonnet,"  by  John  Keats;  "A  Sonnet  from  the 
Portuguese,"  by  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning;  "The 
Pipe-Player,"  by  Edward  William  Gosse;  "True  Love," 
by  Christina  Gabriel  Rossetti;  "Love  and  Death," 
Anonymous;    "Help,"   by  John    Greenleaf   Whittier....         324 

NEW  YORK  OPERA  SEASON  OPENED:  "Flaneur"  De- 
scribes the  Features  of  the  First  Night — A  New  Prima 
Donna,    New    Conductor,    and    Caruso 325 

INDIVIDUALITIES:      Notes   About   Prominent   People   All 

over     the     World     325 

OLD   SHOES   FOR  TWO:     How  the   Case    Stood   Between 

Dan    and    Nan.      By    Harry    Cowell 326 

TWO  PARISIAN  PLAYS:  M.  Hervieu's  "Bagatelle"  and 
M.  Gavault's  "L'Idee  de  Francoise."  By  Henry  C. 
Shelley     327 

THE  ROMANCE  OF  YOUNG  AMERICA:  Mary  Caroline 
Crawford  Recalls  Some  Social  Aspects  of  the  Early 
Republic      328 

A  LONDON  BOOK  LETTER:  Six  Shilling  Novels  Flour- 
ish—Publishers'   Lists.     By   Henry    C.    Shelley 329 

THE  DREAM:     An  Echo  from  the  Yesterday  of  a  Novelist. 

By    James    Branch    Cabell 330 

THE  SECLUDED  AND  NEGLECTED  PEN:  Speed 
Habits,  Engendered  by  Over-Much  Prosperity,  Have 
Crippled   Its   Best  Uses.     By   George   L.    Shoals 331 

A  NEW  PORTRAIT  OF  MOTHER  EARTH:  The  First 
Map  of  the  World  Drawn  in  Truth.  By  B.  J.  S. 
Cabin     33J 

BOOKS  AND  BOOKMEN:  Ian  Maclaren's  Essays  on  Lit- 
erature Are  Like  the  Record  of  a  Secret  Friendship..         333 

BOOK  REVIEWS:     By  Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn: 

Essays    on    Citizen-Making     r 334 

Some    Popular   Novels    336 

Serious    Studies    337 

Books  of  Travel    33S 

Philosophy    and    Literature    339 

Late    Fiction    340-341 

Art  and  Drama    342 

Juvenile   Books    343 

CLASSIFIED  FALL  PUBLICATIONS:  Biography  and 
Reminiscences  —  History  —  General  Literature — Poetry 
and  Drama — Fiction — Travel  and  Description — Nature 
and  Outdoor  Lite — Art,  Architecture,  Music — JLco- 
nomics  and    Sociology — Essays — Science — Educational — 

Public    Affairs — Books    of    Reference Agricultural — 

Religion    and    Philosophy — New    Editions — Holiday   Gift 
Books — Books  for  the  Young — Miscellaneous 344-348 

DRAMA:     "A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel."     By  Josephine  Hart 

Phelps 351 

VANITY  FAIR:  Superstition  and  Science — Mysterious  Po- 
tencies at  Monte  Carlo — The  Medicos  and  Cigarettes 
— Lightning  Changes  in  Diet — Compulsory  Abstinence 
from    Gum-Chewing — Where   Hotel    Towels   Go 352 

STOKYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise             353 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip— Movements  and  Where- 
abouts              354 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   355 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal   Wits  of  the    Day 356 

The  Books  of  the  Day. 

A  survey  of  the  lists  in  this  issue  of  the  Argonaut  in 
which  the  new  books  of  the  season  are  announced  and 
chronicled  has  its  sociological  as  well  as  its  literary  sig-  ' 


nificances.  There  could  be  no  more  faithful  index  of 
the  quality  of  the  national  thought,  its  scope  and  direc- 
tion. That  the  lists  are  longer  than  ever  before  need 
hardly  be  said,  since  the  lengthening  process  has  been 
nearly  continuous  for  many  years  past.  But  there  are 
other  features  eloquently  indicative  of  the  new  trends 
in  the  thought  current.  What  has  been  called  the  un- 
rest of  the  day  finds  full  expression  in  the  unusual  num- 
ber of  books  on  sociology,  economics,  politics,  and 
methods  of  government  in  general,  most  of  them  based 
upon  precise  research  and  analysis  of  conditions  and 
commendably  free  alike  from  denunciation  and  declama- 
tion. The  best  among  them  reflect  a  new  recognition 
that  the  art  of  government  demands  not  only  extraordi- 
nary knowledge,  but  extraordinary  sagacity,  and  the 
recognition  is  a  salutary  one,  however  great  its  incom- 
patibility with  democracy. 

And  at  the  other  end  of  the  scale  we  have  the  books 
for,  and  about,  children,  never  before  issued  in  such 
profusion  or  in  such  luxurious  setting.  The  child  is 
certainly  the  master  of  the  day.  If  we  could  be  assured 
that  he  would  profit  by  the  present  surprising  concen- 
tration of  attention  upon  his  needs  we  need  have  no 
fear  for  the  coming  generation.  At  least  it  is  satisfac- 
tory that  both  education  and  sociology  have  been 
aroused  from  the  perfunctory  stage,  so  far  as  the  child 
is  concerned,  and  that  the  training  of  youth  has  taken 
its  place  among  the  aids  to  good  citizenship. 


Mr.  Wilson  and  the  Tariff. 

Those  who  talk  glibly  about  revising  the  tariff  have 
little  conception  of  the  practical — which  includes  the 
political — difficulties  involved  in  the  business.  The 
country  is  fitted  to  the  existing  condition  of  things. 
Whatever  the  inequities  of  the  system  may  be,  pro- 
ducers, manufacturers,  even  consumers,  are  adjusted 
to  it.  Any  change  involves  readjustment — and  there 
trouble  begins,  for  readjustment  involves  modification 
of  business  calculations  in  a  thousand  forms.  The  very 
hour  there  is  certainty  of  revision  there  begins  an  era 
of  uncertainty  in  business,  and  uncertainty  is  one  of 
the  first  phases  of  business  paralysis. 

The  manufacturer,  for  example,  not  knowing  what 
changes  may  come,  is  afraid  to  make  contracts  for  his 
output,  because  he  doesn't  know  what  his  goods  will  cost 
him.  He  is  afraid  to  lay  in  supplies  of  raw  materials, 
because  changes  in  the  tariff  may  reduce  the  value  of 
his  stocks.  He  is  cautious  about  making  contracts  for 
extensions  or  even  improvements  in  his  works,  because 
he  does  not  know  if  they  will  be  needed.  He  is  shy 
about  arranging  his  labor  contracts,  because  he  doesn't 
know  what  the  business  will  require.  Inevitably  when 
tariff  changes  are  in  prospect  the  policy  of  the  manu- 
facturer is  to  sail  close  to  the  wind. 

When  this  sort  of  thing  becomes  universal  it  means 
nothing  more  nor  less  than  stagnation  all  around.  It 
affects  not  only  the  manufacturer,  but  everybody  with 
whom  he  deals.  The  banker  feels  it,  because  in  every 
period  of  slow  times  there  is  a  hint  of  panic,  and  there 
must  be  the  solidifying  of  reserves  to  meet  a  possible 
emergency.  The  merchant  feels  it,  because  he  must 
buy  close  and  in  moderate  quantities  to  guard  against 
overstocking  and  against  reduction  in  prices  due  to  tariff 
changes.  The  landlord  discovers  its  effects  in  a  dimin- 
ished demand  for  his  facilities.  The  salaried  man  feels 
it,  because  with  slow  times  there  is  often  reduction  of 
forces  or  reduction  of  wages,  or  both.  The  working 
man  feels  it,  because  there  is  less  work  to  do,  with  con- 
sequent competition  for  what  remains  to  be  done  and  a 
natural  tendency  to  lower  wages.  Domestic  life  suffers 
under  it,  because  wherever  business  is  slow  the  do- 
mestic money  supply  declines.  All  this  happens  when- 
ever there  is  in  prospect  a  general  tariff  revision.  No 
matter  in  what  form  it  presents  itself,  there  is  in  it  the 
universally  paralyzing  element  of  uncertainty  with  its 
incidental  effects  of  timidity,  caution,  and  retrench- 
ment. 

We  have   seen   how  the   thing  works  a  good   manv 


times  in  this  country.  It  always  works  the  same  way — 
a  way  having  many  analogies  to  a  surgical  operation. 
No  matter  how  much  may  be  hoped  for  it,  the 
immediate  effect  is  unpleasant  all  around.  And  when 
this  effect  is  felt,  there  goes  up  a  universal  cry  of  pain 
and  resentment.  Those  who  are  responsible,  no  matter 
how  worthy  their  purposes,  how  sound  their  methods, 
or  how  high  their  hopes,  must  face  universal  discon- 
tent on  account  of  the  immediate  suffering  which  the 
operation  imposes. 

If  President-elect  Wilson  does  not  know  all  this  by 
observation  and  experience  he  has  not  lacked  for  coun- 
sel on  the  part  of  those  to  whom  it  is  well  known.  And 
he  has  determined  evidently  that  the  closing  months  of 
Republican  authority  in  the  government  shall  have  their 
share  of  the  trouble.  In  announcing  his  purpose  to 
call  a  special  session  of  Congress  he  puts  upon  the  last 
four  months  of  the  Taft  administration  a  state  of  un- 
certainty which  is  bound  in  spite  of  bumper  crops  the 
country  over  to  involve  every  form  of  business  in  some 
measure  of  hardship.  And  in  fixing  the  date  of  the 
special  session  for  "not  later  than  April"  he  has  pro- 
vided a  means  for  an  early  correction  of  whatever 
confusions  may  result.  His  calculation,  beyond  a ' 
doubt,  is  to  do  the  job  as  quickly  as  possible,  and  thus 
early  in  his  presidential  career  to  establish  conditions 
relieving  a  pressing  situation.  There  is  in  his  mind,  we 
suspect,  the  hope  of  winning  approval  for  his  adminis- 
tration as  a  source  of  relief  quickly  executed.  The 
project  is  not  badly  calculated.  There  have  been  those 
to  counsel  delay,  but  we  think  from  the  standpoint  of 
Mr.  Wilson's  individual  and  political  interests  these 
counsels  were  not  wise.  Indeed  there  was  nothing  for 
Wilson  to  do  but  to  carry  out  the  pledge  of  his  plat- 
form. And  he  was  urged  by  a  thousand  considerations 
to  get  at  the  job  quickly  and  get  it  done  with. 

As  to  the  method  and  degree  of  tariff  revision  we  can 
only  guess.  There  will,  of  course,  be  a  multitude  of 
plans.  Radical  theorists  within  the  party  will  demand 
a  comprehensive  reform  after  the  manner  of  the  ill- 
starred  Wilson  bill.  Cautious  statesmen  will  want  to 
take  up  a  few  schedules,  cut  them  sharply  and  quickly, 
and  let  it  go  at  that.  But  this  sort  of  revision  is  easier 
proposed  than  achieved.  An  attempt  to  cut  any  par- 
ticular schedule  will  raise  a  storm  of  protests  from  un- 
numbered and  unexpected  sources.  It  may  be  deemed 
expedient  to  take  up  Senator  Newlands's  plan  for  a 
horizontal  cut  in  all  schedules  of  say  twenty  or  twenty- 
five  per  cent,  to  be  applied  on  the  installment  plan,  so  to 
speak,  in  five  per  cent  annual  reductions.  This  will  fall 
far  short  of  the  ideal  of  scientific  reduction,  but  as  a 
practical  measure  much  may  be  said  for  it.  Its  form, 
that  of  a  single,  brief,  clearly  defined  measure,  would 
make  it  easy  to  handle  as  a  legislative  proposal,  and  its 
definiteness  as  to  amounts  and  times  would  tend  to  its 
acceptance  by  business  interests.  It  would  be  good 
politics,  too,  in  that  it  would  carry  out  the  pledge  of 
the  party,  not  indeed  without  friction  or  without  some 
measure  of  injustice,  but  quickly  and  upon  terms  easy 
to  be  calculated  in  all  relationships. 

The  plan  of  reduction  by  fixed  and  definite  degrees 
has  this  advantage,  namely,  that  of  giving  the  new  ad- 
ministration time  to  catch  its  breath  and  get  its  bear- 
ings before  addressing  itself  to  the  problem  of  substi- 
tute revenue  measures.  The  income  of  the  government 
under  the  present  tariff  is  not  more  than  is  required. 
A  sudden  and  heavy  cut  would  put  the  administration 
under  the  immediate  necessity  of  making  up  a  definite 
deficit  due  to  decreased  tariff  collections.  Senator  New- 
lands's plan  would  cut  only  five  per  cent  off  immediate 
customs  receipts,  and  only  ten  per  cent  in  two  years. 
This  would  give  time  for  the  formulation  of  an  income 
tax  and  perhaps  other  revenue-raising  measures. 

At  all  events  we  think  the  President-elect  has  done 
right  to  take  the  bull  of  tariff  revisioi  ly   and 

firmly  by  its  horns.     Under  any  po  I  un- 

der any  possible  method  the  projected 
to  make  trouble  for  the  administraii  •    licy 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


of  evasion  or  delay  would  make  more  trouble.  Presi- 
dent Taft's  experience  has  made  one  thing  plain, 
namely,  that  an  administration  which  involves  itself  in 
definite  promises  and  then  fails  to  make  these  promises 
good  practically  signs  its  own  death-warrant.  When 
the  conditions  affecting  his  second  candidacy  are  sifted 
and  measured,  it  will,  we  think,  be  discovered  that  the 
rock  upon  which  Mr.  Taft  foundered  was  the  Payne- 
Aldrich  tariff  bill — a  bill  enacted  presumably  in  per- 
formance of  a  party  promise,  but  which  did  not  in  fact 
answer  the  terms  of  that  promise. 

Any  scheme  of  tariff  revision  likely  to  be  carried  into 
effect  by  the  coming  special  session  of  Congress  is 
far  more  than  less  likely  to  be  inadequate  and  dis- 
appointing. It  has  been  so  in  the  case  of  every  other 
attempt  at  tariff  reduction,  and  we  see  no  reason  to 
expect  anything  better  in  the  present  situation.  The 
country  may  not  hope  for  an  absolutely  equitable  and 
permanent  adjustment  of  an  issue  so  intrinsically  dif- 
ficult of  solution  and  so  practically  involved  with  the 
common  fortunes  of  the  country.  If  tariff  revision 
shall  be  brought  about  upon  a  plan  which  will  not  para- 
lyze the  business  of  the  country  there  will  be  cause  not 
only  for  satisfaction  but  for  congratulation. 

The  Balkan  Crisis. 

The  momentary  Turkish  success  in  defending  the 
long  line  of  forts  that  guard  Constantinople  can  hardly 
do  more  than  give  Turkey  a  better  position  from  which 
to  ask  for  terms.  Indeed  we  may  doubt  if  the  attack 
upon  the  forts  was  intended  to  do  much  more  than 
compel  the  Turkish  government  to  address  itself  direct 
to  the  allies  instead  of  to  the  European  powers,  an 
intention  that  seems  to  be  accomplished.  A  nation  that 
holds  practically  nothing  except  its  own  capital  may 
well  be  described  as  hopeless,  and  this  is  the  case  with 
Turkey  now  that  Monastir  has  fallen.  Even  if  Con- 
stantinople should  hold  out  indefinitely  against  starva- 
tion, cholera,  and  the  rapidly  assembling  armies  of  the 
allies  there  seems  hardly  a  possibility  of  any  reversal 
of  the  fortunes  of  the  war. 

It  seems  equally  unlikely  that  the  Turks  will  be 
driven  out  of  Europe  bag  and  baggage,  to  use  Mr. 
Gladstone's  historic  phrase.  Indeed  there  seems  no 
good  reason  why  they  should  be,  except  in  the  imagina- 
tion of  hysterical  newspapers,  who  seize  a  rare  oppor- 
tunity to  announce  the  fervor  of  their  Christianity  in  a 
way  that  can  not  harm  them.  If  Constantinople  does 
not  belong  to  the  Turk,  presumably  it  will  belong  to 
the  Russian,  and  between  the  "heathen"  Turk  and  the 
"Christian"  Russian  there  seems  little  enough  to  choose. 
Russia  has  done  quite  as  much  as  Turkey  to  horrify 
what  Christendom  is  humorously  pleased  to  call  its 
conscience,  and  Russia,  entrenched  at  the  "gate  of  the 
world,"  would  probably  prove  a  sharper  thorn  in  the 
flesh  of  Europe  even  than  Turkey.  The  government 
of  Russia  is  quite  as  flagrantly  bad  as  that  of  Turkey, 
and  when  we  remember  the  martyrdom  of  Poland  we 
may  well  abate  our  enthusiasm  for  a  possible  extension 
of  the  same  sort  of  system  to  the  Golden  Horn.  At 
least  we  should  do  well  to  refrain  from  unctuous  talk 
about  the  "triumph  of  the  Cross."  At  the  best  it  is 
mere  ugly  nonsense  and  at  the  worst  it  is  a  profanation. 
When  the  Cross  begins  to  triumph  in  London,  Paris,  or 
St.  Petersburg  we  may  begin  to  be  hopeful  of  its  suc- 
cess in  Turkey.     But  it  will  not  be  this  week. 

To  forecast  what  will  happen  to  Turkey  in  Europe 
is  guesswork.  The  arrangement  will  be  determined  by 
a  balancing  of  forces  and  not  by  sentiment  or  justice. 
Servia's  declaration  that  she  must  have  a  seaport  has 
been  met  by  Austria's  counter-declaration  that  she  shall 
have  no  seaport.  In  the  meantime  Servia  is  pushing 
on  her  armies  toward  the  sea  and  Austria  is  massing 
her  troops  in  opposition.  Russia  has  said  that  Servia 
shall  have  her  moral  support  but  that  she  will  not  fight, 
and  presumably  England  and  France  will  follow  the 
lead  of  the  Sear.  Austria  will  certainly  make  good  her 
threat  against  Servia  if  she  feels  that  she  is  able  to  do 
that  is  to  say,  if  she  is  encouraged  by  a  final 
summing-up  of  the  European  alliances,  neutralities,  and 
indifferences.  Austria  and  Russia  have  had  their 
fined  policies  toward  Turkey  and  the  Balkans 
for  generations.  Austria  intends  to  absorb  the  Balkans 
and  to  open  up  for  herself  a  clear  passage  to  Saloniki  on 
the  /Egean  Sea.  Russia  intends  to  occupy  Constanti- 
nople with  the  aid  of  the  friendly  Balkans,  and  neither 
ia  nor  Austria  has  ever  been  known  to  deviate 
from  a  policy.  It  may  be  postponed,  but  it  is  never 
forgotten. 

's   ,...ssible  to  prevent  a  clash  between  Austria 
re  will  certainly  be  a  conference  of  the 


powers  to  determine  on  the  partition  of  Turkey.  Rus- 
sia, England,  and  France  are  willing  to  create  a  great 
Slav  federation.  Austria  objects  to  this  because  she 
has  already  swallowed  so  many  of  the  Slav  peoples. 
Probably  all  the  powers  will  agree  to  leave  Constanti- 
nople in  Turkish  hands  as  a  lesser  evil  to  that  of 
choosing  a  new  owner.  But  to  do  any  more  than 
point  out  the  conflict  of  interests  is  impossible  at  this 
stage  of  a  peculiarly  dangerous  game. 


Cabinet  Speculation. 

Considerations  personal  and  political  must  impel  the 
President-elect  to  tender  the  highest  place  in  his  Cabi- 
net to  Mr.  Bryan,  yet  we  think  it  doubtful  if  Mr. 
Wilson  will  really  want  Mr.  Bryan  in  his  Cabinet, 
and  we  think  it  more  than  doubtful  if  Mr.  Bryan  will 
consent  to  Cabinet  service.  Nominally  the  President- 
elect is  now  the  head  of  the  Democratic  party,  but 
actually  Mr.  Bryan  is  its  guide  and  prophet.  By  ac- 
cepting office  with  President  Wilson,  Mr.  Bryan  would 
commit  himself  as  a  follower  and  supporter,  thus  abdi- 
cating an  independence  which  he  has  cherished  for 
years,  and  upon  which  as  a  basis  he  has  risen  to  a  status 
practically  unparalleled  in  the  history  of  the  country. 
From  being  the  supreme  personal  influence  in  party 
affairs,  he  would  by  going  into  the  Cabinet  take  a  sec- 
ondary place.  He  will  be  invited,  no  doubt,  but  he  will 
probably  decline,  holding  himself  in  position  to  speak 
his  mind  and  exert  his  exceptional  authority  and  his 
unique  powers  in  whatsoever  way  may  suit  him. 

Another  man  in  line  for  Cabinet  office  under  older 
notions  of  things  is  Champ  Clark.  He  was  Mr.  Wil- 
son's leading  rival  for  the  nomination,  and  would  have 
taken  the  prize  himself  under  the  majority  rule,  but  he 
proved  his  Democracy  and  his  manliness  by  aiding 
Wilson's  campaign  heartily  and  substantially.  Clark 
no  doubt  will  be  invited  into  the  Cabinet,  but  the 
chances  are  that  he  will  decline.  He  is  secure  in  the 
Speakership,  an  office  of  high  independence  and  dig- 
nity, and  in  ordinary  times  and  in  relation  to  most 
things,  scarcely  less  important  than  the  presidency 
itself.  Clark,  like  Bryan,  has  a  large  personal  follow- 
ing and  is  a  man  of  independent  mind  and  habit.  He 
will  probably  prefer  to  hold  his  present  position,  keep- 
ing himself  in  line  for  the  future  rather  than  accept 
service  in  a  subordinate  capacity. 

Besides  these  two  leading  figures  there  are  few  avail- 
able men  of  striking  personality  and  of  high  political 
reputation  in  the  Democratic  ranks.  Colonel  Harvey 
of  Harper's  Weekly  would  give  a  literary  tone  to  the 
Cabinet,  but  would  hardly  strengthen  it  politically. 
Colonel  Watterson  of  the  Courier-Journal  would  add  a 
touch  of  the  picturesque,  but  he  is  no  administrator  and 
on  other  accounts  is  hardly  an  availability.  Mr.  Oscar 
Underwood  of  Alabama  would  be  an  ideal  minister 
and  he  ought  to  be  in  the  Cabinet.  Mr.  McAdoo  of 
New  York,  a  man  of  fine  character  and  large  affairs, 
is  a  possible,  even  probable,  Secretary  of  the  Treasury. 
The  names  of  Governor  Foss  of  Massachusetts  and 
Governor  Plaisted  of  Maine  are  suggestive  of  Cabinet 
honors;  while  in  the  South  there  are  a  good  many 
men  of  capacity  and  local  distinction,  without  gen- 
eral reputation.  Senator  Swanson  of  Virginia  would 
fill  admirably  any  post  calling  for  ability,  ex- 
perience, and  tact.  In  the  West  the  old  "war-horses" 
of  Democracy  are  all  off  the  stage  of  active  life,  unless 
we  except  Governor  Harmon  of  Ohio,  while  the  newer 
men  are  as  yet  unknown  to  national  fame. 

The  Pacific  States,  which  under  theories  of  geogra- 
phy are  entitled  to  representation,  might  present  any 
one  of  half  a  dozen  men  to  the  attention  of  President 
Wilson.  Mr.  Franklin  Lane,  already  in  the  public 
service,  has  been  named,  but  without  raising  any  very 
active  enthusiasm.  Ex-Mayor  Phelan  of  San  Fran- 
cisco would  be  in  line  for  Cabinet  honors  if  our  local 
war  of  the  roses  were  not  so  recent  and  if  its  unfragrant 
memories  and  resentments  could  be  put  aside.  But  this 
is  not  yet.  Mr.  Theodore  Bell  is  in  sight,  but  he  lacks 
the  backing  of  the  party  in  his  own  state.  Mr.  Gavin 
McNab  would  ornament  the  President's  Cabinet  or  any 
other  place  where  excellent  talents  with  especially 
pungent  powers  of  expression  are  valued.  Senator 
Chamberlain  of  Oregon  is  fairly  in  line  for  Cabinet 
honors,  but  it  is  hardly  likely  that  the  President-elect 
would  be  willing  to  lose  his  support  in  the  Senate. 
Senator  Newlands  of  Nevada  would  fit  admirably  into 
the  Cabinet,  but  he  would  probably  prefer  senatorial 
service.  Ex-Senator  Gearin  of  Oregon  would  make  an 
admirable  ■flicial,  and  his  appointment  would 

be  a  pro  standpoint.     Washington 

has  been  in  its  politics  since 


it  became  a  state,  therefore  it  has  not  developed  any 
notable  Democrats.  Ex-Senator  Turner  is  easily  the 
ablest  Democrat  in  the  state — if  he  be  still  a  Democrat 
— and  ought  now  to  be  available  for  Cabinet  service. 

It  is  often  said  that  a  President  makes  or  breaks  his 
administration  in  the  organization  of  his  official  family. 
And  while  this  theory  is  not  absolutely  sustained  by 
the  truth  of  history,  it  remains  practically  true.  Under 
modern  conditions  the  work  of  administering  the  gov- 
ernment, in  the  way  of  all  but  the  most  general  super- 
vision, has  outgrown  the  powers  of  any  one  man. 
Much  of  the  work  which  has  to  do  with  success  or 
failure  must  be  done  by  Cabinet  ministers.  It  is  there- 
fore essential  that  a  Cabinet  shall  be  made  up  of  men 
both  discreet  and  loyal.  The  task  is  not  an  easy  one, 
especially  in  view  of  the  fact  that  the  Democratic  party 
through  its  long  separation  .from  political  authority  is 
not  rich  in  men  of  administrative  powers  in  the  polit- 
ical sphere. 

The  Dynamite  Trials. 

There  will  be  no  disposition  on  the  part  of  the  Argo- 
naut to  comment  unduly  upon  a  criminal  case  that  is 
still  sub  judice.  The  forty-three  members  and  officials 
of  labor  unions  now  undergoing  trial  at  Indianapolis 
for  cruel  and  abominable  outrages  may  be  guilty  or 
innocent,  although  at  least  one  of  them  has  already 
confessed  to  the  whole  indictment  and  others  are  said 
to  be  wavering  in  the  same  direction.  But  upon  one 
point  there  is  no  difference  of  opinion.  The  crimes 
involved  in  this  great  prosecution  were  actually  com- 
mitted. If  it  should  be  found  that  the  present  defend- 
ants are  innocent  then  it  will  be  necessary  to  search 
for  other  defendants  who  are  guilty.  This  is  not  a 
case  where  the  fact  of  crime  has  to  be  determined. 
There  is  no  one  to  question  that  the  scores  of  dyna- 
mite explosions  all  over  the  country  had  a  common  and 
criminal  origin  and  intention,  that  one  and  all  were 
planned  to  intimidate,  if  not  actually  to  murder,  cer- 
tain employers  who  dared  to  give  work  to  American 
citizens  who  had  no  union  card.  The  crimes  are  not 
in  dispute.    The  only  question  is  who  committed  them. 

The  issue  is  still  further  simplified  by  the  confession 
of  the  McNamaras  to  the  latest  and  largest  crime  upon 
the  list.  They  confessed  after  they  had  already  been 
acclaimed  as  the  heroes  and  martyrs  of  labor  unionism 
and  after  vast  sums  of  money  had  been  extracted  from 
the  pockets  of  labor  unionism  by  those  who  knew  them 
to  be  guilty  and  wdio  now  refuse  to  return  or  to  account 
for  the  money  thus  extracted.  The  crime  at  Los  An- 
geles was  identical  in  detail  and  execution  with  those 
that  preceded  it.  It  implied  heavy  expenditures,  ex- 
tensive cooperation,  and  elaborate  plans.  Obviously  the 
McNamaras  were  the  executives  of  some  large  organ- 
ization with  ample  funds,  and  the  Indianapolis  trial 
will  doubtless  determine  the  nature  of  that  organization 
and  the  source  of  those  funds.  Even  then  we  may  be 
sure  that  not  one-half  will  be  told,  and  that  the  merci- 
ful laws  of  legal  evidence  will  protect  many  a  cowardly 
wretch  who  now  shudders  when  he  opens  a  newspaper 
or  hears  a  knock  upon  the  door.  But  if  the  trial  shall 
result  in  retribution  to  some  few  of  the  ringleaders 
we  may  well  be  satisfied. 

In  the  meantime  we  may  profitably  examine  the  na- 
ture of  some  of  the  evidence  submitted  at  Indianapolis, 
at  least  so  far  as  it  concerns  the  McNamaras,  and  with 
a  recollection  of  the  organization  that  guided,  directed, 
and  financed  them.  It  seems  that  our  early  estimate 
of  James  McNamara,  low  as  was  that  estimate,  was  yet 
not  low  enough.  He  was  capable  of  atrocities  even 
blacker  than  that  of  the  murder  of  a  score  of  innocent 
men  at  Los  Angeles.  A  man  called  Eckhoff,  who  is 
described  as  a  friend  and  neighbor  of  the  McNamara 
family,  testified  to  a  conversation  that  he  had  with 
James  McNamara  at  Ballagh,  Nebraska: 

One  thing  he  said  he  wanted  done  was  to  kill  Miss  Mary  C. 
Dye,  a  stenographer  at  union  headquarters  in  Indianapolis. 
He  said  she  knew  too  much  about  dynamiting,  and  he  pro- 
posed to  talk  to  J.  J.  about  having  her  gotten  out  of  the  way. 
He  said  he  thought  it  would  be  a  good  idea  if  I  followed  her 
on  a  train  and  put  a  small  bomb  under  her,  timed  so  that  it 
would  explode  after  I  got  off  the  train. 

This  young  woman  had  obtained  her  knowledge  in 
the  performance  of  her  duty.     She  was  neither  a  spy 
nor  an  informer,  nor  even  a  suspect.     She  was  hired  to 
write    letters,    and   because   those    letters    were    gu;1fy 
letters  she  was  to  be  brutally  murdered.     SI" 
receive   "union   pay"    with   a   vengeance, 
bomb"  under  her  seat  in  a  railroad  car  w 
her  mouth  as  well  as  the  mouths  of  every 
the    car    and    perhaps    in    the    train.      Inn 
counted  for  nothing  with  this  hero  and  mart'  ( 


November  23,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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unionism.  Captain  Kidd,  who  murdered  the  seamen 
who  helped  him  to  bury  his  treasure,  never  sank  quite 
so  low  as  McNamara. 

But  the  McNamaras  have  fortunately  been  removed 
from  the  union-labor  firing  line.  It  would  be  pleas- 
ant to  believe  that  the  spirit  actuating  the  murder 
campaign  was  at  end,  but  of  this  there  is  no 
immediate  evidence.  Labor  unionism  is  still  at  the  feet 
of  the  Tveitmoes,  the  Clancys,  the  jailbirds,  and  the 
rapscallions  who  are  always  on  hand  everywhere  when 
the  money  is  "easy."  Tveitmoe,  ex-convict  and  con- 
fidence man,  was  hailed  with  enthusiasm  a  few  weeks 
ago  in  California,  while  a  current  labor-union  news- 
paper says  in  effect  that  the  evidence  at  Indianapolis 
will  count  for  nothing  among  those  who  know  this 
precious  rascal.  Labor  unionism,  in  other  words,  still 
clings  to  the  policy  of  its  early  adoption.  No  one  in 
America  shall  be  allowed  to  work  unless  he  belongs  to 
a  small  minority  that  carries  a  union  card.  The  pen 
alty  for  daring  to  work  without  the  union  card  is  the 
boycott,  mutilation,  death.  The  penalty  for  offering 
work  to  those  who  have  no  union  card  is  the  same. 
Dynamite  has  become  unpopular,  but  the  bludgeon,  the 
brickbat,  and  the  police  remain. 

In  the  meantime  we  may  wonder  what  San  Francisco 
thinks  of  it  all.  Advertisement  is  usually  a  good  thing, 
but  there  is  a  kind  of  advertisement  that  discredits. 
There  is  hardly  a  report  of  this  Indianapolis  trial  that 
does  not  bristle  with  the  name  of  San  Francisco.  The 
city  seems  to  have  been  a  sort  of  local  headquarters  for 
murder.  We  are  told  that  one  of  the  accused  boasted 
openly  that  assassination  by  dynamite  could  be  safely 
planned  in  San  Francisco  because  a  labor-union  mayor 
was  in  control  of  the  police.  The  Los  Angeles  mur- 
derers assembled  in  San  Francisco,  they  bought  their 
dynamite  across  the  bay,  they  hired  their  launch  in  our 
waters,  they  took  refuge  here,  and  some  of  them  were 
arrested  here.  Now  our  business  men,  our  merchants, 
and  our  manufacturers  profess  to  be  jealous  for  the 
honor  of  the  city  and  of  the  state,  and  yet  they  have 
allowed  this  dishonor  to  come  to  a  head  in  our  midst. 
This  shameful  publicity  could  have  been  steered  away 
from  us  by  one  honest  and  indignant  resolve  to  crush 
this  infamy  at  its  birth.  That  resolve  was  not  made. 
It  is  not  now  made,  and  the  results  of  pusillanimity 
are  before  us.  We  may  advertise  San  Francisco  all 
we  will.  Our  chambers  of  commerce  and  promotion 
organizations  may  work  themselves  to  the  bone  in 
the  effort  to  make  the  city  more  and  more  known 
throughout  the  world.  But  they  will  have  to  work 
longer  and  harder  before  they  can  compensate  for  the 
ugly  publicity  that  San  Francisco  is  now  receiving  day 
by  day  at  Indianapolis,  a  publicity  that  will  leave  its 
ugly  wounds  for  many  a  day  to  come.  And  the  pity  of 
it  is  that  it  might  have  been  prevented  so  easily  by 
those  who  cowered  before  labor  unionism,  and  who 
still  cower  before  it,  sweat  before  it,  and  shiver  before 
it,  instead  of  playing  the  part  demanded  of  American 
citizenship. 

The  precise  results  at  Indianapolis  will  not  add  ma- 
terially to  the  public  knowledge,  whatever  those  results 
may  be.  The  public  was  already  satisfied  as  to  the 
main  facts,  even  before  the  trial  began,  and  its  early 
convictions  have  now  been  confirmed  by  the  evidence. 
It  was  satisfied  of  the  existence  of  a  vast  criminal  con- 
spiracy coinciding  with  labor  unionism,  of  which  the 
McNamaras,  McManigal,  and  some  others  were  the 
murder  executives,  of  which  Tveitmoe  and  some  others 
were  the  paymasters  and  directors,  and  which  was  sus- 
tained by  an  enormous  aggregate  of  assessments  and 
contributions  from  the  rank  and  file.  The  precise  de- 
gree of  criminality  of  this,  that,  or  the  other  defendant 
may  be  open  to  doubt,  but  of  the  main  facts  there  can 
be  no  doubt  whatever.  The  murder  organization  ex- 
isted, it  was  broadly  based  upon  labor  unionism,  it  was 
fed  and  sustained  by  labor  unionism,  it  was  identical  in 
spirit  with  the  violences  and  brutalities  that  distinguish 
every  labor-union  strike.  And  now  this  intolerable 
iniquity  has  run  to  the  limits  of  its  course.  The  Ameri- 
can public  will  have  no  more  of  it.  Slow  to  move,  its 
decisions  are  the  more  irrevocable.  And  if  labor  union- 
ism will  not  bow  to  those  decisions  its  days  are  num- 
bered. t 

Delayed  Election  Returns. 

I.,  die  absence  of  definite  testimony  to  sustain  it,  the 
charge  now  very  commonly  made  that  the  returns  of 
the  recent  election — especially  in  Los  Angeles,  home 
county  of  Mr.  Meyer  Lissner — were  "juggled"  is,  to 
put  the  matter  nicely,  premature.  Yet  it  is  to  be  re- 
membered that  practically  the  whole  electoral  machin- 


ery was  in  the  hands  of  Bull-Moose  officials,  therefore 
subject  to  Bull-Moose  intrigue.  And  it  is  not  difficult 
to  believe  that  political  manipulators  capable  through 
an  arbitrary  and  dishonest  act  of  disfranchising  many 
thousands  of  voters  might  go  a  little  further  to  juggle 
the  returns  of  election.  The  morality  of  one  of  these 
devices  is  precisely  that  of  the  other.  At  all  events, 
here  we  are  something  more  than  two  weeks  after 
election  without  knowing  who  is  elected  in  California. 
Surely  back  of  this  fact  there  is  either  dishonesty  or 
inefficiency,  or  both. 


Faithless  to  Their  Own  Principle 

Oregon,  a  state  historically,  sentimentally,  and  defi- 
nitely Republican  in  its  interests  and  affiliations,  gives 
an  election  to  the  United  States  Senate  under  the 
plurality  principle  to  Dr.  Lane,  a  Democrat  of  the 
rock-ribbed  type.  This  choice  will  of  course  be  ratified 
by  the  state  legislature  in  January,  and  on  March  4  Dr. 
Lane,  Democrat,  will  join  Mr.  Chamberlain,  likewise  a 
Democrat,  in  the  Senate.  Thus  Oregon,  a  Republican 
state,  will  be  represented  in  the  Senate  by  two  Demo- 
crats. 

The  circumstances  of  Dr.  Lane's  election  are  in- 
structive. In  the  primary  of  last  June  there  were  two 
Republican  candidates,  Senator  Bourne  (incumbent),  a 
Progressive,  and  Mr.  Selling,  likewise  professing  Pro- 
gressive principles,  although  long  affiliated  with  regular 
Republican  politics.  Between  these  two  there  was  a 
fierce  popular  battle,  Mr.  Selling  winning  by  a  small 
though  definite  majority.  Having  submitted  his  claims 
to  reelection,  Mr.  Bourne  was  fairly  and  squarely 
beaten. 

Now  by  all  the  principles  of  fair  dealing  inherent  in 
the  manly  view  of  things,  Mr.  Bourne  should  have 
stepped  aside.  In  fact  he  did  step  aside  for  the  mo- 
ment, after  a  few  fine  remarks  in  exploitation  of  the 
virtues  of  "a  game  loser."  But  later  he  changed  his 
mind  and  reentered  the  final  contest  as  an  inde- 
pendent candidate.  Whether  this  was  in  serious 
hope  of  election  or  under  motives  of  resentment 
against  the  man  who  had  beaten  him,  nobody  may 
ever  know.  Probably,  since  the  human  mind  is 
a  thing  of  many  subtleties,  Mr.  Bourne  does  not 
know  himself.  But  the  effect  proved  disastrous  to 
Selling.  A  great  Republican  vote — a  large  majority  of 
all  the  votes — divided  itself  between  the  two  Republican 
candidates.  Selling  as  the  regular  nominee  beat  Bourne 
by  a  substantial  majority,  but  he  fell  behind  Lane,  the 
Democratic  nominee.  Thus  two  Republican  candidates, 
splitting  the  party  vote,  lost  the  election,  while  a  Demo- 
crat, getting  his  whole  party  vote,  albeit  a  minority, 
won  the  election. 

We  come  now  to  a  curious  fact,  that  of  the  faithless- 
ness of  those  who  are  forever  prating  about  "rule  of 
the  people"  to  the  fundamental  principle  of  their  de- 
clared system.  Senator  Bourne  is  preeminently  a 
devotee  of  the  "rule  of  the  people"  principle.  He  pro- 
moted the  scheme  as  it  stands  on  the  Oregon  statute 
book.  He  was  made  a  senator  under  it  six  years  ago. 
He  has  championed  it  both  in  his  own  state  and  na- 
tionally. But  under  the  very  first  test  he  throws  his 
professions  and  principles  to  the  wind,  seeking  election 
as  an  independent  candidate  after  failing  of  success  in 
the  primary.  If  the  incident  stood  alone  it  might  easily 
be  explained  upon  a  theory  of  individual  moral  in- 
firmity. But  it  does  not  stand  alone — it  is  one  of  many 
which  go  to  demonstrate  the  attitude  of  a  certain  type 
of  political  mind  to  the  obligations  and  limitations  im- 
posed by  its  own  professed  principles.  Here  in  Cali- 
fornia we  have  a  "rule  of  the  people"  state  administra- 
tion coming  into  authority  upon  professions  of  political 
and  other  forms  of  purity,  yet  in  actual  administration 
arbitrary  and  dishonest  beyond  precedent — not  for- 
getting that  we  have  some  pretty  tough  precedents  in 
California.  In  Illinois  the  "rule  of  the  people"  party, 
after  electing  their  candidate  for  governor  at  a  pri- 
mary, went  back  on  him  in  spite  and  brought  about  his 
defeat  through  the  intrusion  of  an  independent  candi- 
date of  their  own  promotion.  And  of  course  more 
conspicuous  than  all,  we  have  the  case  of  Mr.  Roose- 
velt, after  failing  in  the  Republican  National  Conven- 
tion, setting  himself  up  as  an  independent  candidate  for 
the  sake  of  ruining  the  party  because  he  could  not  domi- 
nate it. 

Hitherto,  in  spite  of  many  abuses  and  corruptions, 
the  country  has  been  able  to  depend  upon  the  essential 
morality  and  the  essential  manliness  of  our  political 
organizations.  It  has  remained  for  a  new  school  of 
politics  founded  upon  the  highest  pretensions  to  estab- 
lish as  a  working  practice  the  rule  of  faithlessness  to 


political  obligations- 
of  its  own  system. 


even  to  the  fundamental  principle 


The  "Courier-Journal"  and  Colonel  Watterson. 

In  November,  1868 — forty-four  years  ago — the 
Courier-Journal  of  Louisville,  Kentucky,  came  into 
being  through  consolidation  of  three  weak  and  strug- 
gling papers,  the  Courier,  the  Journal,  and  the  Demo- 
crat. Henry  Watterson,  a  young  man  of  some  jour- 
nalistic experience  who  had  distinguished  himself  on 
the  Confederate  side  in  the  Civil  War,  was  placed  in 
charge.  For  forty-four  years  he  has  been  the  editor 
of  the  Courier-Journal.  Watterson  was  then,  as  now,  a 
man  of  high  physical  and  mental  energies,  with  an  in- 
herent propensity  for  fellowship  in  the  world  of  men  and 
things,  a  man  of  observation  and  judgment,  and  a  bril- 
liant writer.  He  was  intensely  imbued  with  patriotic 
spirit,  and  he  gave  to  the  reconstructed  union  the 
same  absolute  devotion  that  he  had  given  the  Lost 
Cause.  He  had  in  supreme  degree  the  sense  of  social 
obligation,  which  is  the  fundamental  element  in  the 
character  of  a  man  or  of  a  newspaper.  These  qualities, 
given  unremittingly  to  the  Courier-Journal,  would  have 
made  that  paper  notable  under  any  circumstances,  and 
under  its  special  conditions  of  time  and  place  they  have 
made  it  in  many  ways  the  most  important  journal  in 
the  United  States.  It  has  been  the  spokesman  of  the 
best  intelligence  and  the  highest  patriotism  of  the 
South,  and  as  such  it  has  rendered  a  service  which  could 
not  well  have  been  spared  from  the  current  life  of  the 
country. 

Colonel  Watterson  grows  old  in  the  service  of  a  jour- 
nalism whose  value  lies  not  more  in  its  brilliancy  than 
in  its  patriotism,  not  more  in  its  activity  than  in  its 
judgment,  far  less  in  its  prosperity  than  in  its  sense  of 
responsibility.  In  the  purpose  and  form  of  his  work — 
a  work  carried  forward  with  an  unfaltering  zeal —  , 
Colonel  Watterson  has  made  no  concessions  to  changes 
of  fashion  or  temper.  He  remains  a  journalist  of  the 
old  school.  And  he  sustains  the  prestige  of  old-school 
journalism  by  a  dignity  and  a  power  which  no  man 
of  the  newer  fashion  has  been  able  to  match.  Jour- 
nalism with  Colonel  Watterson  is  something  very  much 
higher  than  mere  newspapering.  It  is  nothing  less  than 
statecraft  applied  to  current  life.  Its  inspirations  are 
of  the  mind  rather  than  of  the  stomach.  Writing  in  the 
Courier-Journal  on  its  forty-fourth  birthday,  Colonel 
Watterson  said: 

The  Courier-Journal  has  done  its  part  as  a  chronicler  of  the 
transactions  in  which  the  living  and  the  dead  we  have  named 
were  the  heroes  and  dramatis  persona'.  It  was  bora  amid  the 
ruins  of  the  Confederacy.  Above  all  else  it  has  placed  the 
solidarity  of  the  Union  and  the  restoration  of  the  South  in 
that  Union,  seeking  to  pour  some  sunshine  into  the  daily  life 
of  the  community ;  without  obtrusion  to  support  the  law,  with- 
out ostentation  to  aid  the  church,  a  kindly,  cleanly  visitor  to 
each  man's  fireside.  It  has  lived  to  see  with  exultation  its 
own  boys  wearing  the  blue ;  to  have  its  exultation  echoed  in 
all  hearts,  and  instead  of  looking  back  with  sorrow  upon  the 
disasters  of  Vicksburg  and  Appomattox,  to  hail  the  glories  of 
Manila  and  Santiago  as  more  than  compensation  for  the  shat- 
tered hopes  of  its  Lost  Cause,  tinged  by  the  single  regret  that 
Grant,  Lee,  Sherman,  and  Johnston  were  not  alive  to  witness 
the  comradeship  in  arms  of  Miles  and  Wheeler,  of  Shafter 
and  Lee,  the  partnership  in  glory  of  Dewey  and  Hobson ;  once 
again,  as  in  days  of  old,  the  Puritan  and  Cavalier — no  longer' 
such,  but  simple  Americans — joined  hand  in  hand  to  advance 
the  cause  of  religion  and  civilization  and  to  extend  the  area  of 
civilization. 

Truly  said  and  beautifully  said !  And  said  by  the  one 
man  in  American  journalism  who  could  say  it,  or  any- 
thing like  it,  in  simple  truth  and  without  boasting.  The 
Argonaut,  seeking  in  its  own  way  to  serve  the  ideals  of 
the  journalism  of  social  responsibility,  ambitious  in  its 
own  time  and  place  to  live  in  sight  of  these  ideals  and 
by  standards  in  harmony  with  them,  tenders  greeting 
and  congratulation  to  the  Courier-Journal  and  to  its 
editor.  Long  life  to  Colonel  Watterson,  the  most  vital 
and  knightly  figure  in  the  journalism  of  the  republic! 


Switzerland  is  the  land  of  political  and  social  experi- 
ments, and  we  usually  legislate  with  one  eye  on  that 
little  country  of  federation,  democracy,  referenda,  pro- 
hibition, compulsory  service,  and  liberty  (says  the 
Westminster  Gazette).  And  now  Switzerland — or,  at 
least,  that  portion  of  it  about  Lucerne — pronoses  to  put 
a  tax  on  cats.  We  shall  watch  that  experiment  with 
interest,  for  the  tax  will  not  produce  much  revenue,  but 
it  will  spell — let  us  not  shirk  the  word — protection 
against  the  enemies  of  birds  and  sleep.  Each  cat  shall 
wear  a  collar  with  its  registered  number;  the  cat  with- 
out a  number  will  be  arrested  and  destroyed.  Where- 
fore the  people  that  like  cats  will  keep  them  indoors 
or  pay  for  their  outdoor  amusements.  Other  people's 
cats  are  always  a  nuisance,  and  the  collar  and  the  tax- 
will  nlace  a  certain  responsibility  on 
what  is  more  important — on  its  owner  I 


324 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  m 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


There  is  trouble  in  the  Balkans,  'twixt  the  Christian  and  the 

Turk; 
There  is  rioting  in  Ulster,  where  the  germs  of  hatred  lurk; 
Mexico  is  still  in  turmoil,  her  rebellions  never  cease; 
There's  no  perch  in  Nicaragua  for  the  weary  dove  of  peace ; 
From   Brazil   there  comes   a   rumbling,   rather  low   as  yet  and 

vague ; 
When,  oh,  when  will  they  have  finished  that  peace  palace  at 
The  Hague?  — Chicago  Record-Herald. 


Many  interesting  speculations  might  be  made  as  to  the  kind 
of  history  of  the  present  day  that  could  be  constructed  from 
our  newspapers  by  the  historian  of,  say,  five  centuries  hence 
and  who  had  no  other  source  of  inspiration  than  the  news- 
papers. What  amazing  misplacements  of  emphasis  he  would 
be  guilty  of.  We  can  imagine  his  grave  doubts  of  the  evils 
charged  against  labor  unionism.  We  can  even  suppose  that 
he  would  question  the  existence  of  labor  unionism  at  all,  or 
at  least  of  its  prominence  or  importance.  For  example,  he 
would  patiently  search  the  files  of  the  San  Francisco  news- 
papers and  for  months  together  he  would  find  no  reference  to 
labor  unionism.  He  would  find  columns  about  billboards  and 
a  host  of  other  things  that  no  one  cares  at  all  about,  but  of 
the  engrossing  topics  of  universal  discussion  he  would  find 
hardly  a  word.  And  if  by  chance  he  did  stumble  upon  some 
honest  record  of  actual  happenings  he  would  put  it  upon 
one  side  as  negatived  by  the  universal  silence  prevailing  in 
all  the  daily  newspapers.  In  fact  a  history  of  our  own  times 
and  compiled  from  our  daily  newspapers  alone  would  be  noth- 
ing short  of  a  ludicrous  caricature.  Nearly  all  its  emphasis 
would  be  laid  upon  the  things  that  no  one  cares  anything  about 
and  it  would  be  silent  upon  most  of  the  great  problems  that 
till  men's  minds.  

It  is  generally  known  that  the  Australian  government  in- 
tends to  grant  a  bonus  of  $25  to  the  mothers  of  all  babies 
born  within  its  jurisdiction.  Upon  economic  grounds  there  is 
much  to  be  said  against  the  project,  but  it  is  strange  to  find 
that  the  most  strenuous  opposition  comes  from  religion.  A 
deputation  of  indignant  clergymen  has  waited  upon  the  prime 
minister  in  order  to  express  its  disgust  at  a  proposal  that  in- 
cludes unmarried  women  as  well  as  married.  Immorality, 
we  are  told,  will  be  directly  sanctioned,  a  premium  will  be 
placed  upon  vice,  and  the  moral  sense  of  the  community  will 
be  outraged.  It  is  gratifying  to  note  that  these  unpleasant 
clergymen  were  waved  upon  one  side  with  an  assurance  that 
the  government  was  sensible  only  of  the  human  needs  of 
maternity  and  that  those  needs  were  not  affected  by  the  pos- 
session of  a  marriage  certificate.  Perhaps  it  is  hardly  accu- 
rate to  express  surprise  that  clergymen  should  be  so  quickly 
to  the  front  in  protest  against  a  humanitarian  measure  of 
this  kind.  Chacun  a  son  metier,  and  these  clerical  protestors 
were  acting  after  the  manner  of  their  kind.  This  column  is 
not  intended  for  theological  disquisitions,  but  even  the  theo- 
logically unlearned  may  perhaps  remember  the  story  of  a 
woman  who  was  "taken  in  adultery"  and  brought  before  the 
Founder  of  Christianity,  whose  scourging  rebukes  were  di- 
rected against  the  accusers  and  not  against  the  accused.  A 
few  weeks  ago  a  number  of  clergymen  in  San  Francisco  made 
themselves  disagreeably  conspicuous  by  their  public  protests 
against  a  municipal  dance  hall  under  suitable  auspices  for 
the  benefit  of  young  people  enslaved  by  our  commercial  sys- 
tem, and  yet  from  all  over  the  world  we  hear  complaints  of 
a  waning  popular  enthusiasm  for  the  churches. 


When  Sir  Sidney  Lee  wrote  his  monograph  on  King  Ed- 
ward for  the  Dictionary  of  National  Biography  there  was 
some  resentment  at  the  boldness  of  the  strokes  with  which 
the  character  of  the  late  king  was  depicted.  Now  we  have 
a  sort  of  rejoinder  by  Mr.  Edward  Legge,  who  writes  a  sub- 
stantial volume  entitled  "King  Edward  in  His  True  Colors" 
and  therein  presents  an  alternative  picture  for  our  considera- 
tion. With  the  general  tint  of  these  pictures  we  need  have 
no  concern.  A  rigid  accuracy  is  hardly  even  a  pretense  in 
pictures  of  kings,  but  there  are  some  interesting  points 
brought  out  for  the  first  time  by  Mr.  Legge.  Most  people 
have  wondered  how  King  Edward  was  able  to  tolerate  his 
nephew,  the  Emperor  William,  and  Mr.  Legge  tells  us  that 
King  Edward  did  so  with  difficulty  and  that  sparks  were  flying 
upon  more  than  one  occasion.  There  was  very  nearly  an  open 
rupture  between  uncle  and  nephew  at  the  time  of  the  famous 
baccarat  scandal,  and  small  wonder,  seeing  that  the  German 

ror  wrote  to  King  Edward,  then  Prince  of  Wales,  "pro- 
testing against  any  one  holding  the  position  of  a  colonel  of 
Prussian  hussars  embroiling  himself  in  a  gambling  squabble, 
and  playing  with  men  young  enough  to  be  his  sons."  In 
addition  to  this  impudent  letter — impudent  from  any  young 
man  to  his  uncle — there  were  many  occasions  when  the  em- 
peror "in  the  presence  of  witnesses  .  .  .  was  foolish  enough 
to  vaunt  his  own  immaculate  record  and  to  contrast  it  with 
(hat  of  his  uncle."  Another  lesser  cause  of  friction  was  the 
disinclination    of   King    Edward   to    participate   in    ostentatious 

les,  naval  inspections,  and  military  reviews  so  dear  to  the 
heart  of  his  nephew,  and  thirdly  we  have  King  Edward's  con- 
stant irritation  at  "the  exuberant  loquacity  of  his  nephew." 
One  is  inclined  to  speculate  upon  the  feelings  of  the  German 
emperor    when    he    rea-ls    Mr.    Legge's   new   book. 


We  are   still   waiting   for  the  apologies  of  the  military  ex- 

•    unanimously    of   opinion    that   the   Turks 

would   drive  th<-ir   enemies  before   them   like   chaff   before    the 

wind.      We    are   likely    to    wait.      Experts    never   apologize   for 

their    false   predictions.      They    merely   set   to   work   and   make 

some  more.     Nothing  is  more  indicative  of  the  density  of  the 

ar  mind  than  its  reliance  upon  the  expert,  who  may  have 

acquired  a  1  ,rge  knowledge  of  facts,  but  who  is  nearly  always 

:i   compensating  stupidity.     It  is   for  this   reason 

ilized   nations  allow  soldiers  to  have   control   of 

departments  or   sailors  of  their  naval   depart- 

liers  and  sailors  are  admirable  when  confined  ex- 


clusively to  the  details  of  their  trade,  but  their  very  one- 
pointedness  disqualifies  them  from  any  duties  that  require 
general  surveys  and  general  judgments.  The  military  expert 
knows  only  one  way  to  forecast  the  result  of  a  war.  He 
counts  the  soldiers — and  as  often  as  not  the  victory  goes  to 
the  weaker  force.  If  he  admits  that  sentiment  is  a  factor 
at  all,  he  does  so  grudgingly,  and  hurries  back  to  his  mathe- 
matics as  quickly  as  possible.  The  late  Homer  Lea  was  a 
case  in  point.  He  wrote  two  alarmist  war  books,  one  pre- 
dicting the  downfall  of  America  before  the  Japanese,  the 
other  the  destruction  of  England  by  her  European  enemies. 
He  had  only  one  argument,  that  of  numbers.  Every  conflict 
was  to  be  decided  by  the  counting  of  heads.  There  could  be 
no  possible  appeal  against  a  majority  of  soldiers  or  of  guns. 
And  yet  we  go  on  believing  in  the  expert,  military,  naval, 
medical — any  kind  of  expert,  real  or  imaginary.  Most  of 
them  are  imaginary,  self-appointed,  self-acclaimed,  but  it 
makes  no  difference.  There  was  a  time  when  the  voice  of 
the  people  was  supposed  to  be  the  voice  of  God.  We  have 
changed  all  that.  The  voice  of  the  expert  is  now  the  voice 
of  God.  

Every  one  knows  that  the  ultimate  possession  of  Constan- 
tinople will  be  the  bone  over  which  the  dogs  will  growl  the 
most  fiercely.  The  ownership  of  the  present  Turkish  capital 
is  supposed  to  be  the  keystone  of  Russian  diplomacy,  and 
Russia  has  the  reputation  for  biding  her  time.  When  Na- 
poleon was  negotiating  the  Treaty  of  Tilsit  with  Czar  Alexan- 
der the  Russian  monarch  was  willing  to  make  vast  concessions 
in  return  for  Constantinople,  but  he  was  dealing  with  an  un- 
surpassed judge  of  values.  Napoleon  examined  the  map  for 
a  few  minutes  and  then  replied  decisively :  "Impossible ! 
The  mastery  of  the  world  goes  with  the  possession  of  Con- 
stantinople."   

Thirty-five  years  ago  there  was  war  in  the  Balkans  and 
the  war  correspondents  were  allowed  to  see  it  and  to  de- 
scribe what  they  saw.  Here  are  some  extracts  from  a  report 
dispatched  from  Plevna: 

A  gun  collides  with  a  cart  (carrying  wounded  piled  in  heaps 
on  filthy  straw)  and  upsets  it;  with  a  crash,  a  shriek,  a  thud, 
the  human  cargo  rolls  into  the  slush,  and  the  next  gun  goes 
right  through  the  sprawling  heap  of  maimed  mankind.  It 
does  not  much  matter — only  a  few  wounded  men  wounded  a 
little  more.  Where  they  have  fallen  there  is  a  purple  pool ; 
when  we  pass  the  spot  a  minute  later  the  men's  heavy  tread 
splashes  our  faces  with  red  specks. 

Here  is  another  scene  after  the  great  battle  at  Plevna : 

Here  is  a  scene  on  the  field  of  carnage  itself,  on  the  night 
after  the  battle  :  "There  were  three  surgeons  in  the  redoubt 
(Baghlarbashi)  ;  these  did  their  best  with  almost  every  neces- 
sary deficient.  I  saw  them  at  their  work  with  bare  arms  and 
bloodstained  hands,  soaked  to  the  skin,  faces  streaming  with 
the  sweat  of  indescribably  hard  work;  they  looked  with  their 
saws  and  knives  like  the  torturers  of  the  Inquisition.  Shirts 
served  as  bandages,  volunteers  assisted ;  but  hardened  men 
turned  sick  at  some  of  the  sights ;  halves  of  faces  carried 
away,  exposing  to  the  core  life's  machinery;  limbs  torn  off, 
bowels  hanging  out,  pools  of  blood  in  which  swam  brain  rem- 
nants and  intestines  like  living  worms;  amputated  legs  and 
arms  thrust  into  corners  as  offal  for  the  dogs.  .  .  .  Water 
ran  short,  for  the  enemy  held  the  springs  in  the  vineyards. 
Many  drank  the  muddy  pool  water  mixed  with  blood  which 
had  collected  in  the  trenches ;  this  caused  vomiting,  followed 
by  thirst  even  greater  than  before." 

There  are  now  very  few  correspondents  in  the  Balkans 
and  their  reports  are  rigidly  censored,  but  presumably  the 
incidents  are  not  dissimilar.  The  glories  of  civilization  do 
not  vary  much  in  thirty-five  years. 


INTAGLIOS. 


Since  we  have  some  little  difficulties  of  our  own  with  the 
ubiquitous  billboard  it  may  be  of  interest  to  notice  what  other 
countries  are  doing  with  the  same  problem.  The  Paris  Mu- 
nicipal Council  needs  more  money  and  it  also  deplores  the 
defacement  of  the  streets  by  the  billboard,  so  the  prefect  now 
propose  a  tax  which,  we  are  assured,  will  be  passed  at  once 
because  it  meets  with  general  approval.  Advertising,  board- 
ings and  electrical  displays  less  than  eighteen  feet  square 
will  be  taxed  $30  per  square  yard  and  progressively  up  to 
$250  for  those  over  twenty  square  yards.  This  tax  will  be 
reduced  by  one-third  if  the  advertisements  are  on  barriers 
around  buildings  in  course  of  construction,  but  they  will  be 
doubled  or  trebled  if  the  advertisements  refer  to  more  than 
one  article.  Thus  you  may  advertise  tooth -pOwder  at  the 
lower  rate,  but  if  you  include  a  recommendation  of  a  dress- 
shield,  non-porous  and  washable  or  otherwise,  you  will  have 
to  pay  twice  as  much  for  the  same  space,  and  three  times  as 
much  if  you  add  an  encomium  of  a  corset  of  which  the  fit  is 
guaranteed.  Paris  evidently  means  business,  and  if  she  can 
tax  the  billboard  altogether  out  of  existence  she  will  feel  that 
she  is  the  gainer  by  the  transaction. 


When  Sidney  Smith  said  that  every  Pole  should  stand  up 
for  himself  he  uttered  a  grim  jest  that  may  one  day  have 
a  serious  meaning.  The  division  of  Poland  was  one  of  those 
great  international  crimes  for  which  nature  exacts  a  reckon- 
ing, as  she  does  for  all  crimes.  The  Poles  all  over  Europe 
are  now  pricking  up  their  ears  at  the  prospect  of  European 
entanglements.  Europe's  embarrassments  will  be  their  op- 
portunities, for  the  Pole,  under  whatever  flag  he  may  be, 
recognizes  no  patriotism  but  his  own.  There  are  today 
25,000,000  Poles  in  Europe.  Russia  has  12.000,000,  Austria 
has  6,000,000,  and  Prussia  has  4,000,000.  From  all  three 
countries  come  rumors  of  Polish  agitation.  All  over  Europe 
the  Poles  are  wondering  if  their  day  may  not  be  dawning  and 
if  it  may  not  actually  be  true  that  honest  men  come  by  their 
own  when  thieves  fall  out.  In  other  words,  every  Pole  is  pre- 
paring to  "stand  up  for  himself."  Sidney  G.  P.  Corvn. 


Sugar  cane  fibre,  now  largely  waste  material,  prom- 
ises to  become  one  of  the  most  valuable  of  by-products. 
It  has  been  practically  demonstrated  that  the  fibre  pro- 
lues  a  stronger  paper  than  any  heretofore  manufac- 
tured. It  can  also  be  worked  up  into  artificial  wood, 
celluloid,  nitro-cellulose,  and  wax. 


The   Sonnet. 
Scorn  not  the  Sonnet;  Critic,  you  have  frowned. 

Mindless  of  its  just  honors;  with  this  key 

Shakespeare  unlocked  his  heart;  the  melody 
Of  this  small  lute  gave  ease  to  Petrarch's  wound ; 
A  thousand  times  this  pipe  did  Tasso  sound; 

Camoens  soothed  with  it  an  exile's  grief; 

The  sonnet  glittered  a  gay  myrtle  leaf 
Amid  the  cypress  with  which  Dante  crowned 
His  visionary  brow;  a  glozv-worm  lamp, 

It  cheered  mild  Spenser,  called  from  Fairy-land 
To  struggle  through  dark  ways;  and  when  a  damp 

Fell  round  the  path  of  Milton,  in  his  hand 
The  thing  became  a  trumpet,  whence  he  blew 
Soul-animating  strains — alas,   too   few! 

— William    Wordsworth. 

*. _ 

The  Last  Sonnet. 
Bright  Star  !  would  I  were  steadfast  as  thou  art — 

Not  in  lone  splendor  hung  aloft  the  night, 
And  watching  with   eternal   lids   apart, 

Like   Nature's  patient,   sleepless   Eremite, 
The  moving  waters  at  their  priest-like  task 

Of  pure  ablution  round  earth's  human  shores, 
Or  gazing  on  the  new  soft-fallen  mask 

Of  snow  upon  the  mountains  and  the  moors. 
No  ;  yet  still  steadfast,   still  unchangeable, 

Pillowed  upon  my  fair  love's  ripening  breast, 
To   feel   forever  its   soft  fall   and   swell, 

Awake  forever  in  a  sweet  unrest ; 
Still,  still  to  hear  her  tender-taken  breath, 
And  so  live  ever — or  else  swoon  to  death. 

— John  Keats. 

A  Sonnet  from  the  Portuguese. 
My  own  beloved,  who  hast  lifted  me 

From  this  drear  flat  of  earth  where  I  was  thrown, 

And  in  betwixt  the  languid  ringlets  blown 
A  life-breath,  till  the  forehead  hopefully 
Shines  out  again,  as  all  the  angels  see, 

Before  thy  saving  kiss !     My  own,  my  own, 

Who  earnest  to  me  when  the  world  was  gone, 
And  I  who  looked  for  God,  found  thee! 

I  find  thee ;  I  am  safe,  and  strong,  and  glad. 
As  one  who  stands  in  dewless  asphodel, 

Looks  backward  on  the  tedious  time  he  had 
In  the  upper  life — so  I,  with  bosom  swell, 

Make  witness,  here,  between  the  good  and  bad, 
That  Love,  as  strong  as  Death,  retrieves  as  well. 

— Elizabeth  Barrett  Bron-ning. 


The  Pipe-Player. 
Cool,  and  palm-shaded  from  the  torrid  heat, 

The   young   brown   tenor   puts    his    singing  by, 

And  sets  the  twin  pipe  to  his  lip  to  try 
Some  air  of  bulrush-glooms  where  lovers  meet ; 
O  swart  musician,  time  and  fame  are  fleet, 

Brief  all  delight,  and  youth's  feet  fain  to  fly! 

Pipe  on  in  peace!      Tomorrow  must  we  die. 
What  matter,  if  our  life  today  be  sweet? 
Soon,   soon   the   silver   paper-reeds   that  sigh 

Along  the  Sacred  River  will  repeat 

The  echo  of  the  dark-stoled  bearers'   feet, 
Who  carry  you,  with  wailing,   where  must  lie 
Your  swathed  and  withered  body,  by  and  by, 

In  perfumed  darkness  with  the  grains  of  wheat. 

— Edmund   William   Gosse. 


True  Love. 


If  there  be  any  who  can  take  my  place 

And  make  you  happy  whom  I  grieve  to  grieve, 
Think  not  that  I  can  grudge  it,  but  believe 

I  do  commend  you  to  that  nobler  grace, 

That  readier  wit  than  mine,  that  sweeter  face ; 
Yea,  since  your  riches  make  me  rich,  conceive 
I  too  am  crowned,  while  bridal  crowns  I  weave, 

And  thread  the  bridal  dance  with  jocund  pace. 

For  if  I  did  not  love  you,  it  might  be 

That  I  should  grudge  you  some  one  dear  delight. 

But  since  the  heart  is  yours  that  was  mine  own, 
Y'our  pleasure  is  my  pleasure,  right  my  right, 

Your  honorable  freedom  makes  me  free, 
And  you  companioned,  I  am  not  alone. 

— Christina    Gabriel    Rossetti. 


Love  and  Death. 
As  lilies  languish  wdien  the  scythe  has  swept 

Round  the  tall  stems,  and  borne  them  to  the  ground, 
So  she  lay  deathly,  but  not  dead  ;  no  sound 
Broke  from  the  watchers'  lips ;  for  had  they  wept, 
Death  had  approached  and  stole  her  as  she  slept; 
Binding  her  heart  with  icy  fetters  round, 
So  gently  she  would  know  not  she  was  bound. 
A  mother  must  have  sobbed ;  for  Death  had  stept 
In  awful  stillness  to  that  burdened  bed. 

And  yet  he  claims  her  not,  she  seemed  so  fair, 
So  strangely  lovely  as  she  slumbered  there. 
That  he  bent  down  to   kiss  her  pillowed  head. 
One  kiss  and  she  was  his;  yet,  for  Love's  sake, 
He   kissed   her  not,,  but   only  bade   her  wake. — Anon. 


Help. 

Dream  not,  O  soul!  that  easy  is  the  task 

Thus  set  before  thee.     If  it  proves,  at  length, 
As  well  it  may,  beyond  thy  natural   strength, 

Doubt  not,  despair  not.     As  a  child  may  ask 

A    father,   pray   the    Everlasting    Good 

For  light  and  guidance  through  the  subtle  snares 
Of  sin,  thick-planted  in  life's  thoroughfares, 

For  spiritual  nerve  and  moral  hardihood. 

Still  listening  'midst  the  noises  round  about 
Of  time  and  sense,  the  Inward-speaking  Word, 
Bitter  in  blame,  sweet  in  approval  heard, 

Fiercing  the   tumult  of  the  world   without; 
To  health  of  soul  a  voice  to  cheer  and  please, 
To  guilt  the  wrath   of  the   Eumenides  ! 

— John   Grecnleaf  Whittier. 


Less  than  two-thirds  of  the  men 
country  are  native-born  white  men 
117  white  men,  born  in  other  I 
qualified  to  cast  their  votes  f 
November  5.     These  are   thj 
have  been  naturalized,  a  total 
foreign-born  males  of  voting*. 
States.     The  lowest  percenligi 
born  men  is  to  be  found  in 
negrins    in    this    country.       i  ]   ■ 
only  24.6  per  ■ 


of  voting  age  in  this 

There  were  3,043,- 

itries    who  were  all 

al  electors  on 

'  i  rn  males  who 

er  cent  of  the 

i  tinental  United 

Br ali zed  foreign- 

roup  of  Monte- 

:.er   609,365,   and 

taturalized. 


November  23,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


325 


NEW  YORK  OPERA  SEASON  OPENED. 


Metropolitan   Society  Welcomes  a   New   Prima   Donna  and 
Acclaims  Caruso  in  Puccini's  "Manon  Lescaut." 


Three  important  features  marked  the  brilliant  open- 
ing of  the  opera  season  last  night — the  revival  of  an 
opera  which  had  been  too  long  neglected,  the  appear- 
ance of  a  new  prima  donna,  and  the  first  occasion  of 
command  in  the  orchestra  by  a  new  conductor.  But 
there  was  a  fourth,  no  less  important,  and  to  many  of 
much  greater  interest  and  satisfaction,  though  it  was 
not  a  novelty — the  participation  of  Caruso,  the  greatest 
of  tenors,  in  a  role  that  gave  his  passionate  tempera- 
ment full  scope.  The  opera  was  Puccini's  "Manon 
Lescaut,"  which  has  hitherto  been  neglected  by  Man- 
ager Gatti  Casazza.  It  is  hard  to  account  for  this,  as 
there  were  numerous  opportunities  without  crowding 
the  novelties  which  he  produced.  He  has  given  Mas- 
senet's "Manon,"  and  that  in  some  particulars  is  not  so 
effective  as  the  Italian  version  of  the  same  story.  At 
all  events  the  Puccini  opera  had  not  been  heard  before 
at  the  Metropolitan  Opera  House  since  190S,  when  Lina 
Cavalieri  was  the  Manon.  It  seemed  to  be  a  most  aus- 
picious first  offering,  though  "Les  Huguenots"  had  been 
announced  earlier,  and  would  have  been  given  but  for 
the  illness  of  Frieda  Hempel,  the  new  German  soprano. 
Society  manifested  its  approval  and  ushered  in  the  new 
season  with  a  large  attendance  and  a  notahle  air  of 
enjoyment. 

Grand  opera,  however,  and  especially  on  the  first 
night  of  the  season,  draws  a  host  of  spectators  who  ob- 
tain their  gratification  outside  the  walls  of  the  opera 
house,  and  far  beyond  the  reach  of  the  highest  notes 
of  the  singers.  Never  on  any  previous  occasion  of  the 
kind  was  so  large  a  crowd  seen  as  filled  every  inch  of 
available  standing-room  on  the  Thirty-Ninth  and  For- 
tieth Streets  sides  of  the  building.  Thirty  policemen 
struggled  to  make  lanes  for  the  arriving  automobiles  of 
box-holders,  and  succeeded  measurably.  The  Broad- 
way front  was  kept  clear,  of  course,  and  traffic  on  that 
•  thoroughfare  was  not  impeded.  Hacks  and  cabs  hired 
for  the  evening  deposited  their  occupants  there  and 
moved  on,  but  the  incurably  curious  onlookers  were 
kept  back  on  the  side  streets.  Early  in  the  afternoon, 
not  later  than  three  o'clock,  a  line  of  would-be  pur- 
chasers of  standing-room  tickets  began  to  form  in  a 
queue  reaching  from  the  Broadway  box-office,  and  in 
four  hours  it  had  grown  to  a  length  of  three  blocks 
down  Thirty-Ninth  Street  to  Seventh  Avenue  and  on 
down  to  Thirty-Seventh  Street.  It  was  a  vain  effort 
for  most  of  the  patient  waiters,  and  as  they  must  have 
known  it  their  persistence  is  inexplicable.  Every  seat 
for  the  opening  night  had  been  sold  days  before,  and 
there  was  hope  for  onlv  a  comparatively  small  number 
of  applicants  for  standing-room,  four  hundred  on  the 
orchestra  floor  and  seventy-five  in  the  top  gallery.  But 
two  thousand  waited  and  shuffled  forward  as  the  sale 
finally  opened  at  half-past  seven,  and  three-fourths  of 
that  number  remained  after  the  window  closed  and 
were  with  difficulty  dispersed  by  the  officers.  On  the 
side  lines  the  waiting  ones  had  no  expectation  of  gain- 
ing admission  to  the  opera  house.  They  were  there  to 
see  the  box-holders  go  in,  to  recognize  or  pretend  to 
recognize  the  figures  of  society  personages,  to  catch 
a  glimpse  of  elegant  wraps  and  gowns,  a  gleam  of  white 
necks  and  shoulders,  a  glint  of  rare  jewels.  No  other 
spectacle  on  earth  could  have  held  their  gaze  half  as 
long  or  half  as  intently. 

In  the  opera  house  the  scene  was  a  replica  of  many 
that  had  preceded  it  there.  The  boxes  in  the  parterre 
and  the  grand  tier  were  filled  almost  as  usual,  with  but 
one  vacant.  Most  of  them  were  occupied  when  Signor 
Giorgio  Polacco,  the  newly  engaged  conductor,  took  his 
place  at  the  stand  in  the  orchestra  pit.  The  curtain 
went  up  on  the  scene  of  the  first  act.  the  inn  at  Amiens 
where  Des  Grieux  first  meets  Manon,  and  the  produc- 
tion was  under  way.  Lucrezia  Bori,  the  new  prima 
donna,  was  welcomed  heartily,  as  is  a  gracious  custom 
with  Metropolitan  audiences.  The  singer  fairly  just- 
ified her  reception.  She  is  a  young  and  pretty  woman, 
with  a  light  and  pleasing  voice  which  meets  all  the  de- 
mands of  the  music  written  for  her  role.  She  was  not 
at  her  best,  evidently,  for  occasionally  there  were  color- 
less passages  in  her  work,  but  the  nervousness  almost 
certain  to  display  itself  on  a  first  appearance  may  be 
charged  with  such  lapses.  At  La  Scala  in  Milan  she 
made  herself  a  favorite,  and  in  her  appearances  with 
the  Metropolitan  company  during  its  visit  to  Paris  she 
proved  her  capability.  Some  of  her  tones  are  espe- 
V  daily  beautiful,  and  it  is  not  unlikely  that  she  will  more 
than  realize  the  anticipations  of  her  success. 

Caruso  was  himself,  and  never  in  better  voice  or 
seemingly,  in  better  spirits.  He  did  not  appear  so  much 
inclined  to  unromantic  stoutness  as  at  the  close  of  last 
season,  and  this  was  an  improvement,  but  so  long  as  he 
retains  that  unique  liquidly  melodious  voice  he  will  be 
forgiven  all  other  delinquencies.  He  has  been  the  Des 
Grieux  of  the  cast  several  times  here,  in  fact  he  sang 
the  part  when  the  opera  was  prominent  in  the  repertory 
of  the  company  four  years  ago.  His  sympathy  with 
the  role  and  the  passionate  quality  of  Puccini's  music 
is  one  of  the  reasons  for  congratulation  on  the  re- 
placing of  the  French  opera — Massenet's — by  the 
Italian.  Scotti  was  the  Lescaut,  and  added  to  his  fine 
singing  the  distinction  of  a  vMl-conceived  and  excel- 
lently acted  character  part,  De  Segurola,  the  Geronte. 
is  also  a  good  act    r,  tho    -  to  over  emphasis. 

Signor  Polacco,  the  new  ■•  Iuctor,  was  tempera- 
mental, but  incisiv?  and  firm.    The  chorus  was  notably 


harmonious,  and  the  stage  settings  remarkably  fine. 
There  were  few  faults  of  omission  or  commission  in 
the  production,  and  only  the  hypercritical  could  find 
anything  in  the  performance  or  the  audience  that  did 
not  promise  well  for  the  season. 

Naturally,  the  word  brilliant  would  be  overworked 
were  its  use  unavoidable  wherever  it  would  apply,  and 
though  it  is  required  to  describe  the  general  array  in 
the  numerous  boxes  there  have  been  many  occasions 
when  more  jewels  gave  radiance  to  the  scene.  The  cos- 
tumes were  bright  and  beautiful.  Few  of  the  familiar 
faces  of  society  were  missing,  though  the  Astor  box  was 
vacant.  Count  von  Bernstorff,  the  German  ambassador, 
and  Countess  von  Bernstorff  were  guests  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Robert  Goelet.  Prince  Brancaccio  of  Rome 
was  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  E.  Parsons  in  their  box. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Malcolm  Whitman  were  guests  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Charles  B.  Alexander.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Theo- 
dore Roosevelt,  Jr.,  were  with  Mr.  M.  Orme  Wilson. 
The  list  of  names  of  others  prominent  and  known  al- 
most as  well  in  San  Francisco  as  in  Manhattan  is  too 
long  for  my  space.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  November  13,  1912. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Wooing  as  done  among  Burmese-Tartar  tribes  is  as 
simple  as  it  is  idyllic.  On  the  first  day  of  winter  the 
tribe  holds  a  great  feast,  at  which  all  the  marriageable 
girls  gather  and  listen  to  the  music  made  by  the  bache- 
lors, who  sit  under  the  "desire  tree"  and  play  their 
favorite  instruments.  As  the  maiden  he  loves  passes 
him,  a  youth  will  play  louder  and  more  feelingly.  If 
she  ignores  him  and  passes  on,  he  knows  she  will  have 
none  of  him.  If  she  steps  up  to  him  and  lays  a  flower 
upon  his  instrument,  he  jumps  up,  takes  her  by  the  hand, 
taking  care  not  to  drop  the  flower,  and  off  they  wander. 
■■■ 

Louis  Hourticq,  the  distinguished  French  historian 
and  art  critic,  whose  "Art  in  France"  was  the  first  com- 
plete and  coordinate  history  of  French  art  ever  pub- 
lished, will  lecture  this  winter  on  "The  Life  and  Art  of 
France."  He  will  spend  about  two  months  in  this  coun- 
try under  the  auspices  of  the  Federation  L'Alliance 
Francaise.  M.  Hourticq,  although  a  young  man,  is 
director  of  fine  arts  in  the  city  of  Paris,  and  is  in  charge 
of  the  department  of  La  Revue  Historique,  is  a  fellow 
of  the  University  of  Paris  and  professor  in  the  Asso- 
ciation pour  l'Enseignement  des  Jeunes  Filles  a  la  Sor- 

bonne. 

■■■ 

French  horse  butchers  are  obliged  to  display  a  sign- 
board showing  the  kind  of  meat  they  sell,  and  are  not 
allowed  to  trade  in  any  other  sort  of  meat  except  that 
of  mules  and  donkeys.  They  sometimes  try  to  pass  off 
horseflesh  as  that  of  donkeys  on  unwary  customers,  be- 
cause the  latter  is  considered  to  be  more  delicate  in 
flavor,  and  therefore  more  choice.  According  to  sta- 
tistics for  1903  there  existed  in  Paris  forty-five  horse 
butcher  shops,  while  in  1908  the  number  had  increased 
to  600,  one  large  dealer  owning  twenty  shoos  in  various 

parts  of  the  city. 

m*    

For  three  months  of  the  year  the  town  of  Gartok  in 

Tibet  is  situated  at  the  place  where  it  is  designated  on 

the  map.    During  the  other  nine  months  it  is  not  there 

at  all,  but  is  about  forty  miles  farther  south,  at  a  much 

lower  altitude.     Climatic  conditions   are  the   cause  of 

this  migratory  habit.    When  the  heat  grows  too  intense 

for  comfort  the  whole  town  packs  up  and,  driving  the 

herds  of  yaks,  sheep,  and  goats,  moves  up  to  the  higher 

altitude,  and  the  traders  from  India  at  once  begin  to 

drift  in. 

■■■   

In  parts  of  New  England  during  the  seventeenth  cen- 
tury voters  had  to  reside  in  a  "stone  house  of  the  di- 
mensions of  20  feet  by  16,  with  one  or  more  brick  chim- 
ney or  chimneys."  Each  voter  had  also  to  be  certified 
by  his  neighbors  "of  sober  and  peaceable  conversation." 
In  Connecticut  every  candidate  for  the  local  assembly 
had  to  furnish  a  certificate  from  the  selectmen  of  the 
town  where  he  resided  that  he  was  of  "quiet  and  peace- 
able behavior  and  civil  conversation." 


More  territory  than  ever  before  in  the  history  of  the 
nation  is  now  "dry,"  but  more  liquor  is  also  being  made 
and  consumed  than  ever  before.  The  internal  revenue 
reports  for  the  three  months  of  July,  August,  and  Sep- 
tember show  an  increase  of  whisky-drinking  so  great 
that  450,000  gallons  more  were  used  in  Americans  in 
that  time  than  in  the  three  corresponding  months  last 
year.  The  increase  of  the  use  of  beer  in  the  same 
period  was  320,000  barrels. 

Prince  Lazarovitch-Hrebelianovitch,  author  of  "The 
Servian  People:  Their  Past  Glory  and  Their  Present 
Destiny,"  has  left  his  American  wife  in  this  country 
and  joined  the  allied  forces  against  Turkey.  The  prin- 
cess will  stay  in  New  York  to  do  all  she  can  to  arouse 
sympathy  and  assistance  for  her  husband's  people.  He 
is  a  direct  descendant  of  the  last  Czar  of  the  Servian 
empire,  who  was  killed  in  1889  on  the  field  of  Cossovo 
in  the  war  with  Turkey. 

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Buckingham  Palace,  for  almost  a  century  regarded  as 
the  ugliest  royal  palace,  is,  it  is  said,  to  be  altered,  the 
existing  drab  exterior  to  be  replaced  with  an  imposing 
frontage  of  white  Portland  stone.  The  huge  pile  was 
rebuilt  in  1824  by  Joseph  Nash. 

mtm 

One-tenth  of  the  electric  lamps  made  in  the  United 
States  every  year  are  used  for  advertising  signs. 


J.  H.  Richmond,  a  retired  postman  of  Nottingham, 
England,  has  been  granted  the  imperial  service  medal 
for  long  and  meritorious  service.  He  served  for  forty 
years,  and  during  that  time  covered  over  25,000  miles. 

Miss  Eulalie  Jensen,  who  recently  wired  the  Panama- 
Pacific  Exposition  managers  of  her  candidacy  for  the 
model  of  the  "Spirit  of  the  Golden  Gate,"  is  a  Chicago 
girl.  She  was  chosen  as  the  model  for  the  decorative 
design  of  the  St.  Louis  Exposition  in  1904.  Miss  Jensen 
disclaims  the  belief  that  she  is  the  most  beautiful  woman 
in  the  country,  but  says  she  thinks  her  features  adapted 
for  decorative  design. 

General  Savoff,  commander-in-chief  of  Czar  Ferdi- 
nand's army,  who  has  carried  the  cross  of  Christendom 
back  to  Constantinople,  surprising  the  military  experts 
of  the  world,  is  a  graduate  of  the  General  Staff  Acad- 
emy at  St.  Petersburg.  His  earlier  education  was  ob- 
tained at  the  Sofia  Military  School.  In  1885  he  was 
chief  of  staff  of  a  Bulgarian  army  in  the  Servo-Bul- 
garian war,  member  of  the  Stambuloff  cabinet,  and 
helped  reorganize  the  present  army. 

Sir  Cecil  Arthur  Spring-Rice,  who  will  succeed 
James  Bryce  as  ambassador  of  Great  Britain  to  this 
country,  is  not  a  stranger,  having  at  one  time  served 
as  secretary  of  the  embassy  at  Washington.  He  was 
born  in  1859,  and  has  devoted  his  life  to  the  service 
of  his  country.  His  training  for  a  diplomatic  career 
began  with  a  clerkship  in  the  War  Office.  He  was 
minister  and  consul-general  to  Persia,  1906-8,  and  has 
since  that  time  been  minister  plenipotentiary  to  Sweden. 

Judge  James  H.  Blount,  whom  rumor  has  picked  as 
the  choice  of  President-elect  Wilson  as  the  next  gov- 
ernor-general of  the  Philippines,  is  a  Georgian,  who 
served  as  a  volunteer  officer  in  the  Cuban  campaign 
and  in  the  Philippine  insurrection.  He  was  later  judge 
of  first  instance  in  the  islands  for  six  years.  He  was 
instrumental  in  getting  Philippine  independence  in  the 
Democratic  platform  at  the  Baltimore  convention  and 
has  published  a  book  on  the  American  occupation  of 
the  islands,  which  is  considered  the  standard  work  on 
the  subject. 

Sir  Charles  Eliot,  the  new  principal  of  Hongkong ' 
University,  is  forty-seven  years  old,  and  speaks  twenty- 
three  languages  fluently.  For  many  years  he  was  in 
the  diplomatic  service,  and  in  every  country  to  which 
he  was  sent  he  mastered  the  language,  beginning  with 
Russia  in  1887.  In  1890  he  brought  out  a  Finnish 
grammar.  For  some  time  he  was  secretary  to  the 
Washington  embassy  in  1898.  During  his  course  at  Ox- 
ford he  had  not  only  swept  the  board  of  all  the  classical 
distinctions  within  reach,  but.  while  still  an  under- 
graduate, had  won  the  Boden  Sanskrit  scholarship  and 
the  Syriac  prize. 

F.  N.  Myer,  one  of  the  most  successful  botanical 
explorers  of  the  Department  of  Agriculture  at  Wash- 
ington, has  again  started  for  China,  expecting  to  be 
away  for  three  years,  where  he  will  conduct  investiga- 
tions in  a  remote  field  never  before  visited  by  an  agri- 
cultural scientist.  During  his  former  travels  he  was 
especially  interested  in  drought-resisting  trees  and 
fruits.  He  found  some  trees  that  stand  an  absolute 
Arctic  temperature  with  no  rain  to  speak  of  and  sent 
back  specimens  that  will  be  tried  in  some  of  the  cold 
and  arid  sections  of  the  Northwest  where  no  trees  have 
been  grown  before. 

Miss  Phoebe  W.  Couzins,  noted  lawyer,  suffragist, 
and  prohibitionist,  who  eighteen  months  ago  was  an 
object  of  charity  in  a  St.  Louis  hotel,  is  today  rated 
at  $100,000  owing  to  an  increase  in  value  of  Arkansas 
swamp  lands  through  recent  reclamation  projects.  Miss 
Couzins  appealed  to  the  city  in  May,  1911,  and  said  that 
'for  several  days  she  had  been  living  on  bread  and  water. 
The  city  aided  her.  She  has  abandoned  all  political 
and  reform  activity  in  order  to  pay  her  entire  attention 
to  her  realty.  She  owns  2000  acres  of  land  purchased 
by  her  father  in  -1866  and  recently  drained  by  the  state. 
A  large  part  of  it  contains  mineral  deposits. 

Professor  John  A.  Lomax,  member  of  the  faculty  of 
the  University  of  Texas,  whose  fad,  that  of  collecting 
American  folk  songs,  has  developed  into  a  business,  has 
been  elected  president  of  the  American  Folk  Lore  So- 
ciety, and  has  also  been  given  a  Sheldon  fellowship  at 
Harvard  in  recognition  of  his  services  in  this  field.  He 
has  traveled  through  Texas,  New  Mexico,  Arizona,  and 
Montana  in  his  unique  quest,  and  has  collected  the 
largest  number  of  cowboy,  plantation,  mining,  and  lum- 
ber songs,  railroad  ditties,  and  steamboat  shouts  in 
America.  The  tunes,  he  finds,  are  nothing  to  boast  of, 
most  of  them  being  of  the  "Arkansas  Traveler"  variety. 
The  result  of  his  work  will  be  deposited  in  the  library 
at  Harvard. 

Samuel  Billings  Capen,  A.  M.,  LL.  D.,  who  since 
1899  has  held  the  highest  position  within  the  gift  of 
the  Congregational  denomination,  that  of  president  of 
the  American  Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign 
Missions,  has  never  been  within  college  walls  as  a  stu- 
dent, despite  his  degrees  from  Dartmouth,  Oberlin,  and 
Middlebury.  He  is  a  native  of  Masachusetts,  seventy 
vears  of  age,  and  is  doing  the  greatest  work  of  his 
career.  At  sixteen  he  went  to  work  for  a  carpet  firm 
in  Boston.  Today  his  house  is  known  all  over  New 
England.  His  work  for  good  city  government  in  Bos- 
ton made  him  a  national  figure  as  the  movement  spread 
throughout  the  country.     He  is  also  a  :'i   the 

North  American  Civic  League  for  T 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


OLD  SHOES  FOR  TWO. 


How  the  Case  Stood  Between  Dan  and  Nan. 


The  restaurant  problem  is  to  many  men,  especially 
bachelors,  a  matter  of  life  or  death,  a  vital  matter,  to 
sav  the  least,  to  be  settled  of  proud  stomach  and  humble, 
each  in  its  own  way.  The  cheer  should  be  good,  and 
near,  and  not  too  dear.  There  ought  by  rights,  there 
being  but  an  hour  at  the  most  for  lunch,  to  be  no 
question  as  to  which  is  the  waiter,  the  man  sitting 
down  or  the  gentleman  standing  up.  Flies,  hairs  and 
mysteries  would  better  be  dispensed  with  than  dis- 
pensed. This  story  has  to  do  with  the  restaurants  of 
the  many  that  are  called  to  work  downtown,  not  of  the 
few  that  choose  to  eat  there.  How  much  Where  to 
eat  and  what?  must  needs  fill  the  lives  of  God's  poor — 
those  that  work  nor  wail — the  devil's  rich — those  that 
idle  and  rail — can  not  for  the  life  of  them  see. 

Fare?  Xan  liked  it  pure  and  tasty;  Dan,  fillin'.  But 
just  what?  To  give  it  a  name,  ah,  there's  the  rub. 
When  the'  waiter  at  length  stood  before  them,  impe- 
rious, impatient  as  a  conductor,  as  much  as  to  say, 
'Tare,  please,  fare!"  he  found  them  with  their  mouths 
watering,  but  their  minds  as  yet  unmade  up,  and  so 
left  them  and  took  his  time  about  coming  back,  with 
the  result  that  the  one  would  order  two  soft-boiled,  a 
pot  of  mixed,  and  berries  and  cream;  the  other,  any 
old  thing  in  a  hurry,  that  is  to  say,  a  rare  rib  steak, 
good  and  tough,  and  a  cup  of  so-called.  Thus,  tables 
apart,  or  blocks,  they  ate,  drank  and  were — dyspeptic. 

Xan  Stiven  and  Dan  Quinn  were  both  of  the  pass- 
ing breed  of  intelligent  hand  compositors.  In  the  com- 
posing-room of  a  printing-office  on  Sansome  Street  they 
picked  up  a  living  setting  type — was  it  yesterday,  or 
are  we  growing  old?  Together  they  worked,  but  not 
side  by  side.  There  was  a  "case"  between  them,  and 
there  was  enmity.  Those  were  the  good  old  days  of 
the  devil  and  his  dupes — the  printer's  devil  and  the 
duplicates  of  the  matter,  fat  or  lean  as  the  case  might 
be,  set  up  by  the  compositors.  The  dupes  were  pasted 
into  a  string,  which  of  Saturdays  wras  measured  by  the 
foreman  and  paid  for  by  the  office  at  the  rate  of  forty 
cents  a  thousand  ems.  The  matter  to  be  set  up  was 
divided  into  takes,  which  one  had  to  take  just  as  it 
came — fat  or  lean — or  cheat.  The  work  being  then 
done  by  the  piece — a  fat  take  was  one  out .  of  which 
much  money  was  to  be  made;  a  lean,  out  of  which, 
little.  To  "work"  the  copy  on  the  hook,  to  lay  for  the 
fat  stuff,  was  sin  so  red  as  to  call  for  the  riot  act. 

Xan  took  things  as  they  came:  took  her  time,  sat  on 
her  high  stool,  and  felt  set  up  with  her  $24  a  week. 
Without  apparent  effort,  with  never  a  lost  motion,  she 
could  set  up  ten  thousand  ems  a  day  of  ten  hours.  So 
accurate  was  she,  so  clean  her  proofs,  so  evenly  spaced 
the  words,  so  well  justified  the  matter  as  a  whole,  that 
copies  of  her  work  were  pasted  up  on  the  walls  as  ex- 
amples of  what  composing  could  and  should  be.  At 
home,  Xan's  mother,  a  sweet,  sound  mind  in  a  sickly 
body,  set  such  store  by  her  that  sunrise  meant  Xan's 
coming  in  and  sunset  her  going  out.  Girls  who  can 
thus  reverse  things,  always  rare,  are  now  only  to  be 
found  in  the  fiction  of  the  good  old  days. 

Dan  Quinn,  not  to  be  beat  of  a  girl,  stood  up  to  his 
work  all  day  like  a  man,  and  made  things  hum  and 
many  a  false  motion.  Faster  than  Nan,  but  less  ac- 
curate, he  lost  much  time  correcting  his  proofs;  so 
that  in  the  end  they  came  out  about  even.  A  run  of 
luck,  that  is,  of  fat  takes,  was  enough  to  put  either  of 
them  ahead.  The  enmity  between  them  was  well 
known  to  the  office,  from  the  boss  down  to  the  devil. 
"I  could  beat  him  easily,"  said  Xan,  after  five  consec- 
utive weeks  of  twenty-four  to  Dan's  twenty-six,  "if  I 
wanted  to  kill  myself.  How  ever  he  stands  up  to  the 
work  the  way  he  does,  I  don't  know.  Life's  too  short, 
and  I  have  a  mother  to  look  out  for." 

As  has  been  told,  there  was  a  case  between  them — 
Xan  and  Dan.  The  man  who  had  the  case  was  Dutch 
Pete.  Dutch  was  a  phenom,  a  tramp  printer,  the  like 
of  which  has  never  since  come  over  the  pike.  It  was 
an  unlucky  day  for  him,  if  he  didn't  set  his  thirteen 
thousand.  He  worked  with  the  precision  and  rapidity 
of  a  perfect  piece  of  machinery.  Greek,  too,  classical 
Greek  and  Latin,  were  to  him  as  set-up-able  as  English 
rman.  How  lie  came  to  be  a  fixture  in  honest 
Jack  Parry's  printing  office,  no  one  knew  save  he,  Herr 
Schultse,  and  he  wouldn't  tell.  Xo,  God  had  not  a 
blessed  thing  to  do  with  Dutch  Pete.  But  the  devil 
had — much.  You  see,  the  phenom  was  forever  hauling 
the  poor  devil  over  the  coals  for  failing  to  pull  dupes 
of  his  (Pete's)  setting-up.  Dutch,  especially  after  he 
had  been  drinking,  set  them  up  in  his  imagination. 
Hence,  the  phenom  was  in  the  devil's  black  books.  To 
him  that  hath  shall  be  given.  The  more  a  man  has, 
the  more  he  wants.  In  an  office  of  nineteen  steady 
hands,  none  was  so  avid  of  fat  takes  as  the  phenom,  no 
one  played  the  game  of  take  with  such  phenomenal 
runs  of  luck  as  he.  There  were  three  things  of  which 
Dutch  Pete  boasted  and  four  of  which  he  was  Luci- 
ferian  proud — of  the  amount  he  could  drink  without 
getting  drunk,  of  having  all  letters  at  his  fingers'  ends, 
of  the  length  of  his  strings,  of  the  many  ladies  he  had 
killed  on  his  travels.  This  was  the  man  that  stood 
between  Xan  and  Dan  and  laughed  them  both  to  scorn 
for  calling  themselves  printers. 

Xan.  not  .>ecause  of  superiority  of  sex,  but  by  rea- 

of  priority  in  office,  had  the  case  next  the  window; 

next  come,   was   next   served.      Dan   took   third 

Ti    case  was  a  hard  one.    Dutch  stood  gigantic 

armed   in   his   light.     He   stood,   too,   per- 


force in  his  own  light,  poor  Dan  Quinn.  Rivalry  with 
the  phenom  was,  of  course,  out  of  the  question.  Under 
such  circumstances,  the  situation  thus,  stickful  after 
stickful  of  type  was  set  by  rule  of  thumb  and  steel,  and 
dumped  on  the  galley,  with  the  slug  or  name  of  the 
setter  at  the  top  of  the  take.  Xan  said  of  Dan  that  he 
worked  like  a  galley  slave,  and  Mr.  Quinn  was  Irish 
enough  to  see  the  joke  and  take  it  in  good  part.  Dan 
got  even  with  Xan  by  asking  her  for  a  two-em  brace, 
a  bit  of  type  which  looks  like  a  Cupid's  bow.  Nan 
was  the  foreman's  pet,  and  might  talk  as  much  as  she 
pleased,  which  was  very  little. 

But  to  our  mutton,  which  must  be  cold  by  this  time 
and  so  restaurant-like. 

"Come  to  lunch  with  me,  Nan,  will  you?"  Thus 
Dan  one  high  noon  across  Pete's  case. 

"I  will,  Dan — if  it's  a  Dutch  treat." 

This  seemed  to  get  Mr.  Quinn's  Irish  up.  "Dutch 
nothing!"  he  flared.  Which  was  unqualifiedly  rude — 
doubly  so,  all  things  considered. 

"Dutch,  or  nothing,"  XTan  decided  in  her  quiet  way. 

Dan  did  not  choose  the  Dutch  horn  of  the  dilemma, 
and  went  his  way,  while  she  went  hers.  Despite  the 
poets,  the  Irishman  ate  everything  in  sight,  including 
the  waiter's  head.  He  felt  fierce  as  the  fare,  tough  as 
the  steak,  strong  as  the  butter. 

Having  thus  devoured  enough  for  two,  Dan  found 
himself  back  in  the  office  with  ten  minutes  to   spare. 

Nan  met  him  as  usual.  XTot  so  the  Dutchman. 
"Come  have  a  drink?"  he  invited. 

"No,  thanks,"   Dan  declined. 

"Well,  you  don't  have  to  drink,  if  you  don't  want  to." 

"No,  but  you  do." 

"Not  much.  I  could  give  up  drinking  any  day  of 
the  week  if  I  had  a  mind  to." 

"If!  Only  you  haven't  the  mind  to.  You  aint  built 
that  way."  The  little  Irishman  sized  up  the  big  Dutch- 
man, who  stood  out  prominently  as  an  alderman  among 
his  fellow-printers.  The  office  laughed,  enjoying  the 
joke  hugely.    The  devil  went  behind  Dan  to  grin. 

"Just  you  wait  and  I'll  show  you  how  I'm  built!"  the 
phenom  retorted,  phlegmatically,  the  odds  against  him 
being  20  to  1. 

And  show  Dan  he  did.  Not  for  a  month  of  Sundays 
did  Dutch  Pete  drink  a  drop. 

Dan  was  in  despair  at  the  reform  work  of  his  own 
hands,  or  mouth.  "Dan  Quinn,"  he  said,  dryly,  to 
himself,  "don't  you  do  it  again.  Three  times  is  three 
one  times  too  many."  The  first  time  was  spelling  non 
sequitur,  Nan  sequitur;  the  second,  saying  "Dutch  noth- 
ing" to  Nan;  the  third,  bawling  out  the  Dutchman's 
build  in  her  presence.  Pete's  poison  was  Dan's  meat. 
Up  to  the  time  of  his  causing  the  phenom  to  show  him, 
he  had  had  hopes  of  the  tramp's  going  on  a  long  jour- 
ney, drinking  himself  to  death.  Dan  felt  towards  this 
king  of  printers  like  Diogenes  and  answered  his  every 
condescension  with  a  "Get  out  of  my  daylight,  will 
you !" 

Now,  man  is  so  constituted  that  the  consciousness  of 
kind,  the  bias  of  breed,  or  trade,  is  inescapable.  He 
tends,  too,  to  argue  from  the  particular,  great  type- 
setter, or  what  not,  to  the  general,  great  man.  In  hon- 
est Jack  Parry's  printing  office  men  were  estimated  in 
terms  of  so  many  thousand  ems  a  day.  That  Greek 
was  not  Greek  to  Dutch  Pete,  that  he  did  not  balk  at 
Latin  nor  bog  therein,  like  poor  Dan,  w7as  nothing; 
that,  if  he  had  a  mind  to,  he  could  set  a  stick  and  a 
half  to  Dan's  stick,  was  everything.  Among  composi- 
tors, he  was  more  of  a  king  than  is  the  one-eyed  among 
the  blind.  That  Nan  should  look  sidelong  at  him,  not 
without  admiration,  was  but  natural,  the  type  of  man 
he  was  being  written  in  very  small  print,  nonpareil,  if 
not  diamond.  That  the  devil  should  call  him  indif- 
ferently great  big  slob  and  great  big  stiff,  as  if  the  two 
nouns  were  synonymous,  only  goes  to  show  how  dis- 
cerning Satan,  Jr.,  is.  The  Dutchman  had  hit  a  fellow 
not  half  his  size. 

"Come  out  to  lunch  with  me,  Nan — Dutch  treat?" 
came  to  be  a  saying  of  his  reiterated  ad  nauseam,  as 
Dan  wouldn't  say,  for  fear  of  never  hearing  the  end 
of  Nan  sequitur.  Though  Dan  had  set  up  endless 
briefs,  full  as  a  graveyard  of  dead  letter  and  language, 
Latin  was  to  him  as  holy  water  to  his  little  friend  that 
pulled  the  proofs — a  thing  to  be  avoided  religiously. 
Let  Dan  tell  all  he  had  a  mind  to  how  easy  it  is  for 
a  capital  or  upper-case  N  to  get  into  the  lower-case  n 
box,  and  for  an  a  to  find  its  way  to  where  only  o's  be- 
long by  rights,  it  wouldn't  wash — any  more  than  would 
the  devil,  who  wasn't  as  black  as  he  was  printer's-inked. 
"Fellow  citizens,  friends,  Romans  and  countrymen," 
Dutch  would  begin,  come  back  from  the  ambiguous 
treat,  "it  does  not  follow  that  a  man  is  not  paying  at- 
tentions to  his  work,  simply  because  he  sets  up  Nan 
sequitur  for  non  sequitur."  And  the  office  would  smile 
postluncheonly,  and  Miss  Stiven  would  fill  her  Dutch- 
treated  mouth  full  of  hatpins  and  look  innocent. 

Poor  Dan,  his  case  was  desperate.  Fain  would  we 
hold  a  brief  for  him,  because,  though  little,  he  was  all 
man.  Here's  the  whole  situation  in  a  nutshell,  the  ker- 
nel of  which  he  chewed  and  chewed,  swallowed,  to- 
gether with  a  sob,  and  found  indigestible.  Do  his  best, 
he  could  not  average  more  than  $25  a  week.  Without 
killing  herself,  Nan  could  make  her  quarter  of  a  hun- 
dred. Married  to  Nan,  his  weekly  wage  divided  math- 
ematically in  two  would  be  $12.50  apiece.  Now  Miss 
Stiven  was  well  known  to  have  turned  down  an  offer 
of  a  hundred  a  week  and  nothing  to  do  with  a  "No, 
thank  you ;  I  am  very  well  able  to  take  care  of  myself." 
That  the  handsome  man  making  the  ditto  offer  was 
the  head  of  a  wet  goods  store  might  have  had  something 


to  do  with  Nan's  turning  her  nose  up  and  him  down, 
but — how  about  the  Dutchman?  All  he  had  to  do  was 
coach,  as  he  called  it,  young  men  and  maidens  enamored 
of  co-education,  and  he  could  make  his  half  hundred  a 
week  easy  as  lose  his  equilibrium  on  a  log.  Half  of 
half  a  hundred  is  twenty-five  a  week  apiece  for  two. 
Divide  his  (Dan's)  earning  any  old  way  you  have  a 
mind  to,  or  new — and  he  was  willing,  God  bless  you, 
yes,  that  the  division  should  be  as  unfair  in  Nan's 
favor  as  could  be — and  yet  his  wife  must  needs  put  up 
with  him  and  less  than  she  herself  could  earn,  and  sit 
down  to  it  at  that.  Now,  if  she  wouldn't  hear  of  him 
treating  her  to  lunch,  what  was  there  for  him  to  do  but 
eat  his  heart  out? 

When  one  noon  Dutch  Pete  announced  that  he  was 
now  spending  his  spare  time,  not  imbibing  beer  but  im- 
parting knowledge,  it  being  no  trick  at  all  to  get  pupils, 
Dan  said  to  himself :  "What  did  I  tell  you  ?"  and  him- 
self said  to  Dan:  "Well,  what  are  you  going  to  do 
about  it?" 

The  phenom  grew  more  avid  of  fat  takes  than  ever, 
more  certain  that  he  had  set  up  more  matter  than  he 
got  dupes  for,  and  then  there  was  the  devil  to  pay.  At 
that,  he  was  drawing  down  five  or  six  dollars  a  week 
in  excess  of  his  wont.  The  linotype,  that  machine  with 
brains,  was  then  unthought  of.  Else  had  Peter  Schultse 
been  nicknamed  the  Human  Mergenthaler.  Still  he 
kicked — not  merely  metaphorically. 

It  was  then  that  the  devil  found  some  mischief  for 
his  idle  hands  to  do  other  than  rolling  cigarettes.  With 
a  jackknife  he  cut  a  hole  through  a  wooden  wall  right 
opposite  the  hook  on  which  the  takes  hung,  and  watched 
the  typos,  how  each  took  what  was  coming  to  him  or 
her,  as  the  case  might  be.  One,  a  maid  old  and  slow, 
an  unlucky  thirteen-a-weeker,  who  was  scarce  on  speak- 
ing terms  with  the  soft-spoken  Miss  Stiven,  would 
waste  time — her  own — peeking  at  the  takes,  and  then 
play  fair,  take  what  was  hers  and  none  other,  and 
pause  to  read  it  through,  as  though  it  were  a  spicy  bit 
of  gossip,  which  once  in  a  while  it  was,  legal  work 
being  the  office's  specialty.  Dan  made  a  grab  at  his 
take  and  the  quickest  kind  of  a  getaway.  Nan  took  her 
time,  her  take,  and  her  departure  with  never  a  ruffling 
of  a  feather.  The  devil  blew  a  kiss  at  her  through  his 
little  peep-hole.  He  simply  adored  her.  She  never 
forgot  him  an}'  more  than  she  forgot  the  style  of  the 
office,  but  was  of  the  practical  opinion  that  a  boy  has 
a  sweet  tooth  as  well  as  a  girl,  and  that  five  a  week,  if 
you  give  it  all  to  your  mother,  doesn't  leave  any  too 
much  for  candy.  Dutch  Pete,  the  one  he  was  laying 
for,  was  long  a-coming,  so  long  that  the  devil  was 
afraid  that  the  boss  would  sneak  up  the  stairs  and 
catch  him  in  the  act  of  doing  gum-shoe  duty.  The  boss 
wore  rubber  heels  for  his  own  comfort,  not  the  dis- 
comfiture of  the  devil.  And  sure  enough  the  boss  did 
come,  as  ever,  just  when  he  wasn't  wanted.  The  'pren- 
tice could  hear  the  stairs  creak  under  his  two  hundred 
pounds.  But  he  wouldn't  have  budged  an  inch,  not  if 
he  knew  he  was  going  to  be  kicked  into  the  middle  of 
next  week.  Dutch  Pete  had  come  in  the  nick  of  time, 
and  finding  the  coast  clear  and  the  takes  fat,  had  palmed 
two  and  left  a  lean  one. 

That  was  the  beginning  of  Dutch's  end.  For  weeks 
the  little  devil  kept  watch  and  his  own  counsel,  and 
took  pains  to  pull  proofs  of  his  assertions-to-be.  Every 
time  Dutch  Pete  took  two  fat  takes  together,  or  passed 
up  a  lean  one  on  top  for  a  fat  one  below,  there  was  an 
awful  eye  glued  to  a  fake  knothole,  the  eye  of  an  on- 
looker who  was  used  to  seeing  more  of  the  game  than 
the  grandstand  sees.  How  the  Dutchman's  manipula- 
tion of  the  copy-hook  had  escaped  the  jealous  notice  of 
the  thirteen-a-weeker,  was  a  wonder  the  devil  didn't 
trouble  to  explain  away.  He  had  other  fish  to  fry.  So 
one  Saturday  noon  he  pulled  down  Miss  Stevin's  head 
on  a  level  with  his  lips  and  put  what  he  called  a  flea 
in  her  ear.  As  he  did  so,  he  flashed  his  proofs,  and 
was  about  to  tell  his  story  regardless,  when  Nan  in  her 
turn  breathed  into  his  ear  and  asked  him  for  her  sake 
not  to.  None  the  less  the  tramp  printer  that  very  even- 
ing, on  being  paid  off,  lit  out  for  parts  unknown  with- 
out bidding  Nan,  Dan,  or  the  devil  good-by. 

When  Dutch  failed  to  show  up  Monday  morning  th>- 
blame  was  laid  to  the  door  that  swings  in  more  easily 
than  it  swings  out,  despite  the  two-way  hinges.  "Drink- 
ing again !"  chuckled  Dan  to  himself,  and  then  justified 
the  chuckle  by  the  thought:  "Better  the  inevitable 
blacksliding  before  marriage  than  after."  Mr.  Quinn 
thanked  his  stars  and  blessed  his  daylight  that  Dutch 
had  gotten  out  of.  There  was  now  between  Dan  and 
Nan  nothing  but  a  case  full  to  overflowing.  No 
matter  how  short  the  office  might  be  of  dead  matter  to 
be  distributed  back  into  the  cases,  the  phenom  saw  to  it 
that  he  got  a  casefull.  The  Sabbathic  calm  seemed  to 
have  hung  on  over  night.  The  foreman  had  not  yet  made 
the  air  blue  and  Mondaylike.  Not  yet  had  the  presses 
started  to  hum  and  cause  the  building  to  vibrate  with 
life.  Nan  was  quieter  than  usual.  All  at  once  the 
pi-ing  of  a  line  by  Miss  Stiven  woke  in  Mr.  Quinn's 
heart  the  fear  that  Dutch  might  be  engaged  in  home- 
buying.  Of  late  he  had  been  threatening  out  loud  to 
buy  a  cottage  and  settle  down  in  San  Francisco.  This 
fear  was  confirmed  with  scripture  strength  by  Nan's 
helping  herself  to  sorts  out  of  Mr.  Schultse's  case 
calmly  as  a  wife  goes  through  her  husband's  pockets. 
Pica  o's  were  at  a  premium.  In  other  words,  there 
was  a  run  on  the  letter  o  of  a  certain  large  style  of 
type  used  for  briefs  and  transcripts.  Precious  leaden 
types  thus  filched  are  by  no  means  trifles  light  as  air — 
not  in  a  piece-work  printing-office. 

Shortly  after  Nan  had  made  free  with  Dutch's  o's, 


November  23,  1912. 


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Dan,  too,  was  out  of  sorts,  doubly  so.  There  was  no 
more  dead  pica  to  be  distributed  and  he  must  remain 
idle  for  lack  of  letter  o's.  The  rhythmic  click — click — 
click  of  the  type  on  his  steel  rule  was  heard  to  cease. 
"Help  yourself,  Dan,"  the  thief  invited  him  without 
looking  up  from  her  work.  As  the  magnitude  of  the 
theft  minimizes  the  crime,  so  the  greater  the  number 
that  share  in  it,  the  less  the  individual  responsibility. 
Dan  shook  his  head.  Gladly  for  her  sake  would  he 
have  shared  in  the  crime  and  shouldered  all  the  blame, 
had  she  been  in  the  least  danger  from  Dutch,  even 
were  he  to  show  up,  feeling  like  the  very — day  after. 

"Go  ahead,  Dan,  help  yourself  to  sorts.  Do  what  I 
tell  you." 

Not  he,  not  Dan  Quinn. 

Came  the  foreman  nosing  round.  "Hello,  Dan, 
what's  the  matter?  No  sorts.  Take  the  Dutchman's 
case,  and  keep  it.  If  he  don't  see  fit  to  show  up,  we're 
not  going  to  hold  the  whole  office  back  for  him.  He 
knew  well  as  I  that  brief  had  to  be  up  by  noon." 

So  our  friend  moved  up  one  higher,  one  nearer.  Be- 
tween him  and  the  coveted  daylight  was  now  but  the 
slender  almost  transparent  Miss  Stevin.  Juxtaposition, 
propinquity  could  no  further  go  in  a  printing-office. 
Cheek  by  jowl,  touching  elbows,  Nan  and  Dan  set  type, 
she  with  her  true,  even  motion,  he  in  his  nervous  haste, 
he  beating  her  in  speed,  only  to  break  even  when  it 
came  to  correcting  proofs.  Dutchman  or  no  Dutch- 
man, that  brief  had  to  be  up  by  noon.  The  whistles 
were  blowing  when  Dan  picked  up  the  standing  line, 
"Respectfully  submitted,"  "Attorneys  for  the  plaintiff." 
The  brief  was  in  type.     Noon  was  come,  but  no  Dutch. 

"Come  to  lunch  with  me,  Nan,  will  you?"  Dan  read 
his  last  stickful  of  type  upside  dow-n  preparatory  to 
dumping  it  on  the  galley.  Nan  was  reading  her  stick, 
now-  and  then  jabbing  down  a  space  with  the  lug  of 
her  rule.  "Yes,  Dan,  I  will,"  she  accepted,  with  never 
an  if.     'T would  be  an  Irish  treat. 

They  washed  their  hands  together  under  the  tap  of 
the  zinc  sink,  Nan  squirting  the  soap  at  Dan,  who  was 
using  lye  as  if  to  wash  him  clean  of  the  fat  fingers  that 
had  distributed  the  type,  the  scarce  o's  of  which  Mr. 
Quinn  had  divided  up  among  the  needy  boys  and  girls. 
Nan  getting  the  lioness's  share.  "It's  all  right,  boys,'' 
Dan  had  said.  "That  brief's  got  to  be  up  on  time  and 
I  pay  the  Dutchman  for  his  case."  Exactly  how  much 
he  owed  Dutch  'twas  hard  to  say. 

Dan  took  Nan  to  a  near-by  restaurant  where  he  was 
used  to  eat,  whose  bill  of  fare,  not  menu,  he  knew  by 
heart.  While  waiting  for  the  waiter,  they  fell  to  chat- 
ting of  the  quaint  figures  of  speech  in  which  orders 
are  said  to  be  given  at  sundry  times,  in  sundry  places, 
where  jokesmiths  are  wont  to  foregather,  as  for  in- 
stance :  "Two  cackles  and  a  grunt !"  for  ham  and 
eggs,  and  Dan  betted  Nan  a  bag  of  candy  that  if  he 
ordered  a  pickaninny  the  waiter  would  bring  him  a 
small  black.  Which  goes  to  show  how  good  Dan  was 
feeling. 

"Order  what  you  like,  Nan,"  bade  the  host.  "I  have 
a  twenty  in  my  jeans  that's  just  breaking  its  little  heart 
to  be  broke."  Now,  that  was  very  rude  and  crude  of 
Dan.  Had  he  been  used  to  such  things,  he  would  have 
known  better  than  to  mention  money,  known  that  when 
a  gentleman  takes  his  best  girl  out  to  lunch,  it  costs 
nothing.  No  wonder  Nan  blushed  for  him  and  bent 
over  the  bill  of  fare.  "Order  for  me,  too,  Nan,  will 
you,  like  a  good  girl.  The  one  thing  I  hate  about 
eating  is  the  thinking.  If  I  only  had  somebody  to  de- 
cide the  what-to-eat  for  me !" 

The  waiter,  bald-headed  as  a  vulture,  stood  before 
them.  He  had  scented  a  tainted  tip  from  afar.  Never 
before  had  Dan  Quinn  brought  a  girl  with  him.  Nan 
looked  up  and  ordered  quietly:  "Old  shoes  for  two." 
"What  else?"  asked  the  bird  of  a  waiter.  "Rice  on 
the  side — and,  yes,  wine  and  cake — that'll  be  all,  I 
think."  Though  she  had  ordered  what  she  liked,  what 
she  fancied  her  host  would  like,  Nan  kept  on  not  read- 
ing but  perusing  the  bill  of  fare,  conduct  not  so  unusual 
as  it  sounds. 

The  waiter  brought  two  rib  steaks,  rice,  champagne, 
pound-cake.    Nan  helped  Dan.    Both  fell  to. 

"Tough,"  said  Dan,  "isn't  it?" 

"Do  you  think  so?"  said  Nan. 

"On  the  Dutchman  !"  said  Dan  germanely. 

The  quaint  order:  "Old  shoes  for  two !"  had  not  been 
lost  on  the  Irishman.     He  took  the  hint  and  the  girl. 

Harry  Cowell. 

Sax  Fraxcisco,  November,   1912. 
■■■ 

They  drank  a  toast  to  "1916"  at  Progressive  head- 
quarters last  night,  and  they  drank  it  in  the  best  Java 
and  Mocha  that  the  Hotel  Manhattan  provided  (says 
the  New  York  Evening  Post).  At  about  the  same  time 
a  toast  "to  our  next  President,  gentlemen,"  was  being 
tossed  oft  at  Democratic  headquarters  in  the  Waldorf, 
but  there  it  was  not  a  coffee  toast,  but  one  in  which 
a  yellowish  bubbling  liquid  played  an  important  part. 
The  coffee  toast  was  both  new  and  symbolic.  It  sym- 
bolized the  Progressives'  undying  faith  in  the  third- 
cup-of-coffee  doctrine  of  their  standard-bearer.  The 
toast,  however,  was  drunk  en  demi  tasse,  which  to  some 
seemed  to  suggest  the  classic  words  "good-night," 
rather  than  the  good  cheer  of  a  new  day  dawning. 
-m»m  

Among  the  curiosities  for  which  patents  were  granted 
in  the  early  life  of  the  firearm,  was  a  "revolving  pistol," 
its  inventor,  an  Englishman,  making  claim,  among  other 
things,  that  "the  mechanism  permits  the  use  of  square 
bullets  against  the  Turk,  and  round  bullets  against 
Christians." 


TWO  PARISIAN  PLAYS. 


Hervieu's  "Bagatelle"  and  Gavaull's  "LTdee  de  Francoise." 


"Bagatelle"  was  the  name  of  that  mansion  which  was 
the  object  of  so  much  curiosity  to  visitors  to  Long- 
champs  when  it  was  the  abode  of  the  fourth  Marquess 
of  Hertford,  the  principal  founder  of  the  Wallace  Col- 
lection in  London,  and  "Bagatelle"  is  the  name  of  the 
country  mansion  which  gives  a  title  to  Paul  Hervieu's 
new  play  at  the  Comedie  Franchise.  But  the  name  is 
only  a  coincidence;  M.  Hervieu  is  not  concerned  with 
the  wayward  doings  of  a  wealthy  collector  of  pictures. 
On  the  contrary,  while  he  is  faithful  to  the  usual  ideal 
of  the  Parisian  playwright  so  far  as  that  ideal  embraces 
the  perpetuating  of  the  fleeting  spirit  of  the  age,  he  is 
also  true  to  his  own  ambition  to  find  his  materials  in 
the  domain  of  woman's  feelings.  In  other  words,  he 
has  not  deserted  the  field  which  he  tilled  to  such  mone- 
tary advantage  in  "L'Enigme,"  "Le  Reveil,"  and  "Le 
Dedale."  The  only  change  is  that  in  his  latest  play  he 
gives  us  fewer  riddles  to  solve.  There  is  nothing  of 
the  puzzle  of  "The  Enigma"  which  left  one  wondering 
to  which  lady's  bedroom  the  lover  resorted  when  the 
husbands  went  out  hunting,  nor  of  the  perplexity  of 
"Le  Reveil"  with  its  problems  of  how  a  woman  could 
become  a  mistress  and  remain  a  mother.  "The  Laby- 
rinth" was  frankly  a  psychological  conundrum  and 
playgoers  were  content  to  leave  it  at  that. 

In  one  matter,  however,  M.  Hervieu  has  made  a  de- 
parture. "Bagatelle"  hovers  between  two  periods;  that 
is  to  say,  the  first  and  second  acts  might  have  been 
produced  in  the  Regency  days,  while  the  third  is 
Parisian  of  the  Paris  of  today.  But  woman  and  her 
passions  are  still  the  warp  and  woof  of  his  weaving. 
Bagatelle,  then,  is  the  name  of  Mme.  Orlonia's  coun- 
try house,  a  hospitable  place  for  week-end  and  other 
reunions,  where  there  is  no  close  season  for  women- 
hunting.  The  mistress  has  had  three  husbands,  and 
now  finds  her  chief  enjoyment  in  making  not  unions 
but  liaisons  among  her  guests.  As  every  rule  has  its 
exception,  Mme.  Orlonia  includes  among  her  guests 
M.  and  Mme.  de  Raon,  despite  the  fact  that  they 
are  not  of  the  liaison  sporting  type,  but  are  a  model 
couple  as  much  in  love  with  each  other  and  as  faithful 
to  each  other  as  if  it  were  not  twelve  years  since  they 
had  their  honeymoon. 

But  the  visit  of  M.  and  Mme.  de  Raon  coincides  with 
the  visit  of  a  widow  named  Mme.  de  Nismes  and  a 
bachelor  named  Jincour,  the  latter  being  the  bosom 
friend  of  M.  de  Raon.  Such  are  the  puppets  of  M. 
Hervieu's  new  satire  on  matrimonial  faithfulness.  For 
behold,  when  the  devoted  husband  M.  de  Raon  finds 
himself  alone  with  the  widow  he  succumbs  to  her 
charms,  and  when  Jincour  gets  Mme.  de  Raon  in  a  cor- 
ner he  begins  to  pour  out  his  long-pent  passion.  Of 
course  the  sinners  are  found  out.  For  Mme.  de  Raon 
is  behind  a  screen  while  her  husband  makes  love  to  the 
widow,  and  when  Jincour  presses  his  suit,  Mme.  de 
Raon  decides  to  use  him  to  convict  her  own  husband. 
As  thus  pretending  to  favor  Jincour's  suit,  she  makes 
an  appointment  to  receive  him  in  her  bedroom  that 
night,  but  misleads  him  to  the  extent  of  describing  the 
locality  of  the  widow's  apartment.  Her  husband,  of 
course,  has  an  appointment  in  the  same  room,  and  no 
sooner  has  he  arrived  at  the  trysting-place  than  he  and 
his  fair  one  are  disturbed  by  the  arrival  of  Mme.  de 
Raon. 

There  is  a  stormv  scene  as  can  be  imagined,  with 
liberal  upbraidings  of  the  faithless  husband,  but  Mme. 
de  Raon's  revenge  does  not  end  there.  She  will  dis- 
close masculine  faithlessness  till  it  has  no  rag  left. 
Did  her  husband  know,  she  asked,  that  in  five  minutes 
there  would  come  to  that  room  a  man  whom  he  had 
trusted  all  his  life,  yet  a  man  who  was  coming  under 
the  belief  that  she  was  in  love  with  him?  And  could 
he  imagine  who  that  man  was?  M.  de  Raon  refused 
to  believe  that  his  friend  Jincour  was  capable  of  such 
conduct,  just  as  his  wife  had  refused  to  believe  him 
capable  of  hunting  the  widow,  but  he  has  to  be  as  un- 
deceived as  she  was. 

All  the  foregoing  is  but  a  bare  skeleton  of  M.  Her- 
vieu's story,  a  skeleton  adroitly  clothed  in  brilliant 
dialogue  and  jeweled  with  epigram.  Mme.  Bartet 
played  the  virtuous  wife  with  unflinching  firmness, 
while  Mme.  Berthe  Cerny  handled  the  widow's  role 
with  a  sure  touch.  But  for  all  the  acting  and  dialogue, 
the  play  left  a  wreck  of  humanity  on  the  stage.  It 
is  a  trenchant  satire  on  society  of  a  certain  type,  but 
goes  beyond  bounds  in  its  tendency  to  apologize  for 
free  love.  There  was  an  unutterable  pathos  in  Mme. 
de  Raon's  last  words — "some  day,  when  we  are  old  and 
gray  and  wrinkled,  I  may  come  to  think  less  bitterly 
of  men" — but  the  climax  of  so  many  ruined  illusions 
seemed  a  high  price  to  pay  for  teaching  a  lesson  to  a 
restricted  class.  Like  many  of  his  colleagues,  M.  Her- 
vieu seems  to  forget  that  a  segment  of  society  is  not 
the  whole.  Even  in  Paris  there  are  many  to  whom 
love  is  not  a  "bagatelle." 

Far  more  wholesome  was  the  other  new  play  of  the 
week,  Paul  Gavault's  comedy,  "LTdee  de  Francoise," 
superbly  acted  at  the  Theatre  de  la  Renaissance  with 
the  gifted  Mile.  Marthe  Regnier  in  the  name  part. 
Francoise  is  the  elder  daughter  of  M.  and  Mme.  Du- 
vernet,  the  balance  of  whose  family  consists  of  a  skit- 
tish, younger  daughter  and  a  pleasure-loving  son.  M. 
Duvernet  is  the  chief  cause  of  the  family  tribulations. 
He  has  been  "ruined"  more  times  than  he  can  count, 
but  none  of  his  experiences  have  taught  him  wisdom  in 
financial   matters.     Even   as   the   play   opens,   notwith- 


standing the  poverty  of  his  banking  account,  he  is  ar- 
ranging to  have  his  country  house  fitted  with  a  need- 
lessly extravagant  installation  of  electric  light,  and 
Francoise,  the  Cinderella  of  the  family,  has  been  given 
the  responsibility  of  revising  the  estimate  for  the  plant 
with  a  matter-of-fact  young  engineer  named  Gerard. 

But  the  payment  of  the  bill  is  another  matter.  Such 
is  M.  Duvernet's  good  fortune,  however,  that  at  this 
juncture  an  outworn  roue,  M.  de  la  Perliere,  arrives 
upon  the  scene  and  has  his  fifty-year-old  heart  stirred 
by  the  beauty  of  Franchise's  sister,  Lili.  That  she  has 
been  just  engaged  to  young  Napoleon  Couture  troubles 
M.  Duvernet  not  at  all;  he  hints  to  Lili  that  unless 
she  consents  to  marry  the  rich  and  kindly  La  Perliere, 
the  whole  family  will  be  utterly  ruined.  After  a  few 
tears,  Lili  consents,  but  when  Gerard  finds  her  in  tears 
and  learns  the  reason  why,  he  promptly  brings  Fran- 
chise to  book  for  her  share  in  helping  to  sell  her  sister 
to  the  elderly  millionaire.  This  is  where  Franchise's 
"idea"  comes  in.  She  has  grown  accustomed  to  bear- 
ing the  family  burdens,  and  will  not  fail  now.  A  superb 
Paris  "creation"  has  arrived  for  Lili's  wedding,  and 
she  dons  that  ravishing  robe  to  set  out  on  the  conquest 
of  La  Perliere.  That  she  succeeds  on  her  errand  needs 
no  explaining  when  it  is  remembered  that  Mile.  Regnier 
had  the  task  in  hand. 

Yet  the  inimitable  archness  of  that  scene  with  the  sus- 
ceptible La  Perliere  was  by  no  means  the  end.  If  that 
accommodating  millionaire  was  indifferent  as  to  which 
of  the  Duvernet  sisters  was  immolated  on  his  altar, 
the  business-like  young  engineer  was  determined  that  he 
should  have  neither.  Lili  was  to  be  the  portion  of  her 
Napoleon,  and  Franchise  he  had  marked  out  for  his 
own.  For  the  matter  of  adjusting  the  estimate  for  the 
electric  light  had  taught  him  a  lesson  in  human  fusion. 

And  the  end?  Why,  Napoleon  gets  his  Lili,  Gerard 
gets  his  Francoise,  and  La  Perliere  agrees  not  only  to 
take  back  his  divorced  wife,  but  also  to  become  partner 
with  M.  Duvernet  and  save  him  from  being  "ruined" 
for  the  hundredth  time.  So  the  comedy  is  a  fine  anti- 
dote to  M.  Hervieu's  satire,  and  is  none  the  less  a 
faithful  picture  of  Paris  bourgeois  life.  M.  Gavault's 
dialogue  is  as  sparkling  as  that  of  M.  Hervieu,  with 
the  difference  that  it  leaves  the  mouth  sweet  for  the 
next  morning.  No  doubt  "Bagatelle"  is  the  better-built 
play,  but  this  is  a  matter  in  which  stagecraft  may  be, 
judged  by  effect,  rather  than  by  architecture. 

Hexery  C.  Shelley. 

Paris,  November  5,  1912. 


Investigations  made  in  Washington  not  only  fail  to 
bear  out  but  in  a  large  measure  contradict  charges  by 
Americans  who  investigated  an  alluring  diamond  mine 
scheme  in  Brazil  that  the  exploiters  were  assisted  by 
reports  of  the  United  States  consular  officers  to  the 
State  Department.  United  States  officials  say  that  if 
anybody  has  been  "nipped"  it  certainly  is  not  because 
the  United  States  authorities  have  failed  to  issue  warn- 
ings. The  two  consular  representations  specifically 
mentioned  by  the  Americans  who  discovered  the 
"shady"  nature  of  the  mines  in  which  they  were  asked 
to  invest  contain  direct  and  specific  warnings  to  Ameri- 
cans against  fake  concerns  claiming  to  have  valuable 
diamond  mines  in  Brazil.  These  reports  and  many 
others  bearing  on  the  same  subject  were  written  by 
Consul-General  George  E.  Anderson  at  Rio  de  Janeiro. 
The  article  in  the  Pan-American  bulletin  referred  to 
was  found  to  be  an  innocuous  account  of  the  history 
of  the  diamond  industry  in  Brazil  from  earliest  colonial 
days  and  a  description  of  the  methods  used. 


The  United  States  has  gone  into  the  restaurant  busi- 
ness in  Panama  and  seems  to  have  solved  the  problem 
of  the  high  cost  of  living.  A  nourishing  meal  can  be 
purchased  for  9  cents  and  a  first-class  dinner  for  30 
cents.  Only  a  small  profit  is  made.  Uncle  Sam  runs 
nineteen  big  hotels  and  serves  something  like  60,000 
meals  a  month.  The  Milwaukee  Journal,  commenting 
on  these  cheap  prices,  pertinently  says:  "Talk  about 
the  cost  of  living,  Uncle  Sam  has  knocked  it  in  the 
head  down  there,  where  he  has  had  full  swing,  and 
could  shake  off  the  grip  of  the  American  food  trust 
and  avoid  the  incompetency  and  greed  of  private  man- 
agement. And  if  Uncle  Sam  can  do  so  well  right  off 
the  bat,  in  the  adverse  conditions  of  the  tropics,  what 
couldn't  he  do  if  he  really  got  busy  here  at  home  to 
make  meals  cheaper  for  everybody." 

m»m     

The  Crescent,  taken  by  the  Mohammedans  from  the 
Christian  Byzantine  Empire,  had  already  been  taken  by 
Christianity  from  paganism  (says  the  London 
Chronicle).  The  city  on  the  Bosporus  first  assumed 
the  Crescent  after  its  preservation  from  the  attack  of 
Philip  of  Macedon  in  339  B.  C.  This  attack  was  made 
on  a  moonless  winter  night  of  wind  and  rain,  but  was 
revealed  to  the  citizens  first  by  the  howling  of  the 
dogs  (is  that  why  the  Constantinople  dog  was  so  long 
privileged?),  and  when  they  rushed  to  their  posts,  by 
a  meteor  which  lit  up  the  Macedonian  army.  Saved 
by  this  miracle,  the  citizens  erected  a  statue  to  Hecate 
the  Torchbearer  and  struck  coins  bearing  her  emblem, 
the  crescent  moon. 


Frank  T.  O'Hair,  who  has  beaten  Uncle  Joe  Cannon 
in  the  race  for  Congress,  was  born  in  Edgar  County. 
Illinois,  fifty-two  years  ago  and  was  a  farmer's  boy 
until  he  went  to  Purdue  University.  After  graduation 
he  studied  law  and  began  practice  in  Pnris.  in  Mr. 
Cannon's  district.     Mr.  O'Hair  i?  a  1  li  !  has 

never  held  office. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  YOUNG  AMERICA. 


Mary  Caroline  Crawford  Recalls  Some  Social  Aspects  of  the 
Early  Republic. 


All  the  visitors  to  America,  during  and  just  after  the 
Revolution,  says  Mary  Caroline  Crawford,  wrote  with 
enthusiasm  of  the  hospitality  that  they  enjoyed  and  of 
the  beautiful  women  who  administered  it.  Boston, 
Xew  York,  Philadelphia,  and  the  Southern  cities  fondly 
cherish  the  memories  of  that  gracious  era  and  of  those 
identi6ed  with  it.  But  how  little  Bostonians  know  of 
early  Xew  York,  or  wish  to  know.  How  dense  is  the 
ignorance  of  Philadelphians  concerning  the  traditions 
©f  Xew  Orleans.  Yet  how  much  it  would  add  to  the 
rich  heritage  of  Americans  if  the  local  history  and  the 
heroes  of  other  cities  than  our  own  evoked  our  keen 
enthusiasm. 

It  is  to  help  in  the  production  of  so  satisfactory  a 
state  of  affairs  that  the  author  has  compiled  her  delight- 
ful volume.  It  must  have  demanded  no  ordinary 
amount  of  industry  and  research  to  produce  such  a 
work.  Diaries,  histories,  reminiscences,  have  all  been 
ransacked  in  its  compilation,  and  the  author  tells  us 
that  one  of  the  great  joys  of  such  a  labor  is  the  dis- 
covery that  America,  even  today,  has  something  of  the 
spirit  of  that  cooperative  commonwealth  towards  which 
the  reformer  yearns — lingering  remnants,  very  likely, 
of  the  team-play  brotherliness  which  made  possible  the 
early  republic. 

Among  the  earliest  of  the  author's  notes  is  one  that 
concerns  the  wife  of  Benedict  Arnold,  ordered  by  the 
council  at  Philadelphia  to  leave  the  state  within  four- 
teen days: 

Xor  could  the  council  be  induced  to  withdraw  this  decree, 
although  considerable  pressure  was  brought  to  bear  upon  them 
to  do  so.  "It  makes  me  melancholy  every  time  I  think  of 
her  reunion  to  that  infernal  villain,"  wrote  Major  Edward 
Burd.  who  had  married  Peggy  Sbippen's  sister.  "The  sacri- 
fice was  an  immense  one  at  her  being  married  to  him  at  all. 
It  is  much  more  so  to  be  obliged  against  her  will  to  go  to 
the  arms  of  a  man  who  appears  to  be  so  very  black."  Major 
Burd  was  probably  here  expressing  his  own  views  of  Arnold 
rather  than  those  of  his  sister-in-law,  although  Washington 
Irving  asserts  that  it  was  "strongly  against  Mrs.  Arnold's  will 
that  she  rejoined  her  husband  in  Xew  York."  However  this 
may  be,  she  bore  him  four  children  after  she  had  left  Phila- 
delphia, three  sons  who  grew  up  to  be  officers  in  the  British 
army  and  a  daughter  who  married  into  the  East  Indian  service. 
Edward  Shippen  Arnold,  who  had  been  born  in  Philadelphia, 
died  in  India  in  1813,  having  won  high  distinction  in  the 
service  of  the  king. 

\Ye  have  a  reminder  of  Edmund  Kean's  first  ap- 
pearance in  Philadelphia,  when  he  so  charmed  his  au- 
dience that  he  was  offered  a  second  engagement.  But 
his  second  visit  was  disastrous.  Whether  from  drink 
or  from  the  dawning  of  his  mental  malady  he  so  con- 
ducted himself  on  the  stage  that  there  ensued  a  riot, 
long  remembered  in  Philadelphia : 

This  unpleasant  occurrence  did  not  tend  to  make  the  city 
any  less  hospitable,  happily,  to  the  two  Kembles,  father  and 
daughter,  when  they  came  along  in  1832,  playing  "Romeo 
and  Juliet"  together,  and  giving  finished  performances  of 
other  masterpieces  also.  Fanny  Kemble's  letters  about  her 
experience  in  the  Quaker  City  are  delightful  reading.  In 
speaking  of  the  "Romeo  and  Juliet"  she  says  that,  in  spite 
of  the  manifest  absurdity  of  her  father's  acting  Romeo  to 
his  own  child's  Juliet,  "the  perfection  of  his  art  makes  it 
more  youthful,  graceful,  ardent,  and  lover-like — a  better 
Romeo,  in  short,  than  the  youngest  pretender  to  it  nowadays." 
Evidently  the  Philadelphians  thought  so,  too,  for  they  were 
exceedingly  nice  to  the  Kembles — especially  Fanny.  Even  the 
Quakers,  who  disapproved  of  the  theatre,  recognized  the  ex- 
quisite quality  of  this  child  of  the  stage,  it  would  appear. 
"And  how  doth  Fanny  ?"  questioned  the  master  of  a  Quaker 
shop  of  one  of  her  party  who  was  doing  some  shopping.  "I 
was  in  hopes  she  might  have  wanted  something ;  we  should 
have  great  pleasure  in  attending  upon  her."  "Was  not  that 
nice ;"  the  sweet  girl  exclaims,  in  her  letter  home,  adding 
"I  went  thither  today  and  bought  myself  a  lovely  sober-colored 
gown  !" 

Philadelphia  had  an  exclusive  dancing  assembly  in 
those  days.  In  fact  it  was  so  exclusive  that  another 
assembly  was  formed  where  the  social  bars  were  not  so 
high,  and  it  is  said  that  General  Washington  was  in- 
vited to  both  on  the  same  night  and  actually  went  to 
both,  remaining  precisely  as  long  at  one  place  as  the 
other : 

The  Marquis  de  Chastellux  gives  a  racy  account  of  one  of 
these  subscription  balls  which  he  attended  while  visiting 
Philadelphia  after  the  Revolution.  "A  manager  or  master 
of  ceremonies  presides  at  these  methodical  amusements ;  he 
presents  to  the  gentlemen  and  ladies,  dancers,  billets  folded 
up  containing  each  a  number;  thus  fate  decides  the  male  or 
female  partner  for  the  whole  evening.  All  the  dances  are 
previously  arranged  and  the  dancers  are  called  in  their  turns. 
These  dances,  like  the  toasts  we  drink  at  table,  have  some 
relation  to  politics:  one  is  called  the  Success  of  the  Cam- 
paign, another  the  Defeat  of  Burgoyne,  and  a  third  Clinton's 
Ketrear.  The  managers  are  generally  chosen  from  among  the 
■bstinguished  officers  of  the  army.  .  .  .  Colonel  Mitchell 
rmcrly  the  manager,  but  when  I  saw  him  he  had  de- 
scended from  the  magistracy  and  danced  like  a  private  citi- 
zen. He  is  said  to  have  exercised  his  office  with  great  severity 
and  it  is  told  of  him  that  a  young  lady  who  was  figuring  in  a 
country  dance,  having  forgotten  her  turn  by  conversing  with 
a  friend,  was  thus  addressed  by  him,  'Give  over,  miss,  mind 
what  you  arc  about.  Do  you  think  you  come  here  for  your 
pleasure 

We  hear  a  good  deal  of  Mrs.  Bingham,  who  for  many 
years  was  the  leading  spirit  of  Philadelphia  societv. 
Mrs.  Bingham  was  equally  well  known  in  Paris  and  at 
The  IIa»ue.  which  perhaps  accounts  for  the  foreign 
customs  that  she  introduced: 

One    of    the    foreign    customs    introduced    into    Philadelphia 

.   by  Mrs.  Bingham  was  that  of  the  servants'  announcing 

the   names   of  (  nests   on   their    arrival   at   a  party,  at  different 

-    of  the    vay   from    the   hall   to   the   drawing-room.     One 

eyenjn  .to   whom    thi«    was   an    innovation,   hearing 

"1  H    out    repeatedly    while    he    was    removing    his 

•.    cried    out,   "Coming!"    "Coming!"    and    in    a 

he  heard  his  name  at  the  drawing-room  door, 

a   as  I  can  get  my  greatcoat  off!" 


Naturally  we  read  a  good  deal  of  Washington,  and 
especially  of  the  simplicity  of  his  life.  Among  his  most 
intimate  friends  was  Samuel  Fraunces,  whom  he  made 
steward  of  his  household.  Fraunces  was  properly 
zealous  in  his  provision  for  the  President's  table,  but 
sometimes  he  overstepped  himself: 

Once,  as  related  by  Mr.  Griswold  in  his  "Republican  Court," 
he  brought  home  from  the  old  Fly  Market  a  fine  shad,  for 
which,  because  it  was  early  in  the  season,  he  had  to  pay  a 
very  good  price.  The  next  morning  the  fish  was  duly  served 
in  the  best  style  for  breakfast,  and  Washington  had  no  sooner 
seated  himself  at  table  than  he  sniffed  its  delicate  fragrance 
and  asked  what  they  had  there.  "A  fine  shad,"  replied  the 
steward.  "Indeed,"  said  Washington,  "it's  early  for  shad, 
isn't  it?  How  much  did  you  pay  for  it?"  "Two  dollars." 
"Two  dollars!"  echoed  the  head  of  the  nation,  aghast,  "two 
dollars  for  a  fish !  Take  it  away.  I  can  not  encourage  such 
extravagance  at  my  table.  I  shall  not  touch  it."  The  shad 
was  accordingly  removed,  and  Fraunces,  who  had  no  such 
economical  scruples,  made  a  hearty  meal  upon  it  in  his  own 
room. 

Mrs.  Washington's  drawing  rooms,  held  from  seven 
till  nine  on  Friday  evenings,  were  stately  and  interest- 
ing. She  was  careful  to  have  only  the  right  people  at 
these  functions: 

The  President,  at  these  Friday  evening  receptions,  signified, 
by  carrying  neither  sword  nor  hat,  that  he  was  only  "un- 
officially present."  Precisely  at  seven  o'clock  he  would  enter 
the  room  and  take  his  stand  beside  Mrs.  Washington.  Ladies, 
attended  always  by  gentlemen,  then  came  in,  courtesied  low 
and  silently,  and  sat  down.  When  the  guests  had  ceased  to 
arrive,  the  President  walked  about  and  talked  to  the  in- 
terested women.  The  one  exciting  incident  which  has  come 
down  to  us  regarding  these  drawing  rooms  is  connected  with 
Miss  Mary  Mclvers,  a  noted  belle,  who  on  a  certain  occasion 
wore  an  ostrich  feather  headdress  so  monstrously  tall  that  it 
caught  fire  from  the  candles  of  the  chandelier,  as  Miss  Mc- 
lvers stood  happily  talking  in  the  centre  of  the  room.  The 
"hero"  of  this  occasion  was  Major  Jackson,  aide-de-camp  to 
the  President,  who  flew  to  the  rescue,  clapped  the  burning 
plumes  in  his  hands,  and  saved  the  lady  with  all  possible  gal- 
lantry. "There  was  no  undue  rustling  of  stiff  brocades  or 
ruffling  of  pretty  manners,"  comments  Miss  Leila  Herbert, 
"for  it  was  then,  as  now,  good  form  for  ladies  to  be  per- 
turbed only  by  mice  and  cows." 

Aaron  Burr  comes  in  for  a  share  of  attention  in  these 
pages,  and  it  is  of  a  more  favorable  kind  than  is  usual. 
Parke  Godwin,  son-in-law  of  William  Cullen  Bryant, 
is  quoted  as  having  seen  Burr  weeping  at  the  grave 
of  his  ancestors.  It  was  at  Princeton,  and  Godwin 
says: 

His  face  was  very  grave,  and  its  feeble  owner,  as  lie  stood 
bowed  over  the  graves  of  his  father  and  Jonathan  Edwards, 
his  grandfather,  who  were  both  presidents  of  Princeton,  was 
oblivious  apparently  to  everything  that  was  going  on  about 
him.  Silently  my  companion  and  I  watched  him,  and  I  am 
sure  that  as  we  strained  our  eyes,  with  a  feeling  of  awe. 
towards  him,  we  beheld  the  tears  course  down  his  withered 
cheeks  and  fall  upon  the  mounds  before  him.  And  I  at  least 
suddenly  found  myself  thinking  that  this  would  be  his  last 
visit  to  the  grave,  and  that  Burr  himse'f  realized  it.  I  be- 
lieve that  this  turned  out  to  be  the  case. 

For  perhaps  ten  minutes  he  stood  there  just  as  we  had 
first  seen  him.  At  last  he  turned  slowly — it  seemed  reluc- 
tantly— away,  and  with  his  head  still  bent,  his  hands  clasped 
behind  him,  and  his  few  straggling  gray  locks  all  but  sweeping 
his  coat  collar,  he  walked  with  trembling  steps  out  of  the 
cemetery,  not  having  seen  us,  or,  if  he  had,  making  no  sign 
to  that  effect 

Two  years  or  so  later  Aaron  Burr  himself  was  at  rest  at 
last  beside  his  father  in  that  old  burying  ground. 

Much  of  the  social  ceremonial  established  by  Wash- 
ington was  abolished  under  Jefferson,  and  notably  the 
levees : 

The  basic  idea  of  Jefferson's  social  rules  was  that  "when 
brought  together  in  society  all  are  perfectly  equal,  whether 
foreign  or  domestic,  titled  or  untitled,  in  or  out  of  office." 
In  accordance  with  this  idea  Mr.  Jefferson,  at  one  of  his 
rare  state  dinners,  committed  the  "unpardonable  sin"  of  taking 
in  the  lady  who  stood  next  to  him — Mrs.  Madison — and  re- 
questing his  guests  to  do  the  same.  Mr.  Merry,  the  newly 
appointed  British  minister,  thus  found  himself  obliged  to  offer 
his  arm  to  his  own  wife!  And  he — more  likely  she — never 
forgave  Jefferson  for  the  slight  this  choice  of  Mrs.  Madison 
had  put  upon  the  English  lady.  Sir  Augustus  Foster  loyally 
upheld  his  chief  and  his  chief's  lady  in  their  resentment,  depre- 
catingly  comparing  the  present  lack  of  "etiquette"  at  the 
Executive  Mansion  with  the  "good  old  days."  "Mr.  Jeffer- 
son," he  argued  hotly,  "knew  only  too  well  what  he  was 
about — he  had  lived  in  too  good  society  at  Paris,  where  he 
was  employed  as  minister  from  the  United  States  previously 
to  the  French  Revolution  .  .  .  not  to  set  a  value  on  the 
decencies  and  proprieties  of  life.  But  he  was  playing  a  game 
for  retaining  the  highest  office  in  a  state  where  manners  are 
not  a  prevailing  feature  in  the  great  mass  of  society." 

Tom  Moore  was  one  of  the  celebrities  of  the  Jeffer- 
son regime,  but  unfortunately  Moore  allowed  himself 
to  believe  that  the  President  had  slighted  him  and  he 
lampooned  him  unmercifully.  Years  later,  when  Jeffer- 
son was  given  a  volume  of  Moore's  poems  he  said, 
"Why,  he  is  a  poet  after  all.  So  this  is  the  little  man 
who  satirized  me  so": 

Jefferson  was  very  glad  to  go  "back  to  the  farm"  when  his 
time  came  to  lay  down  the  cares  of  office.  There  is  no  ques- 
tion that  he  could  have  had  a  third  term  as  President,  if  he 
had  allowed  himself  to  be  nominated,  but  he  accepted  as  wise 
the  precedent  established  by  Washington  in  this  matter  and 
blithely  relinquished  to  his  successor,  James  Madison,  his 
post  as  chief  executive.  Never  was  he  more  witty  and  more 
charming  than  at  Mrs.  Madison's  first  reception  in  the  White 
House.  As  the  ladies  pressed  near  him.  a  friend  whispered 
jestingly,  "You  see,  they  will  follow  you."  "That  is  as  it 
should  be,"  answered  Jefferson,  "since  I  am  too  old  to  follow 
them.  I  remember,"  he  added,  "when  Dr.  Franklin's  friends 
were  taking  leave  of  him  in  France,  the  ladies  almost 
smothered  him  with  embraces.  On  his  introducing  me  to 
them  as  his  successor,  I  told  them  that  among  the  rest  of  his 
privileges,  I  wished  he  would  transfer  this  one  to  me.  But 
he  answered,  'No,  no ;  you  are  too  young  a  man.'  " 

Josiah  Quincy  of  Boston  is  one  of  the  best  recorders 
of  earlv  social  life  at  Washington.  He  witnessed  the 
first  appearance  of  the  waltz,  and  apparently  had  his 
doubts  of  its  propriety: 

Watching  Washington's  first  waltz  was  another  of  Josiah 
Quincy *s  delectable  experiences  during  this  visit  to  the  capital 
in  1826.  The  scene  was  a  "public  ball"  and  the  chief  per- 
former Baron  Stackelburg,  "who  whirled  through  the  mazes 
of  this  dance  with  a  huge  pair  of  dragoon  spurs  bound  to  his 


heels.  The  danger  of  interfering  with  the  other  dancers, 
which  seemed  always  imminent,  was  skillfully  avoided  by  the 
baron,  who  received  a  murmur  of  appreciative  applause  as  he 
led  his  partner  to  her  seat.  The  question  of  the  decorum  of 
this  strange  dance  was  distinctly  raised  upon  its  first  appear- 
ance, and  it  was  nearly  twenty-five  years  later  before  remon- 
strances ceased  to  be  heard.  How  far  the  waltz  and  its  suc- 
cessors of  a  similar  character  may  be  compatible  with  femi- 
nine modesty  is  a  question  which  need  not  here  be  discussed. 
It  is  sufficient  to  say  that,  socially  speaking,  it  has  proved  an 
unmitigated  nuisance.  It  has  utterly  routed  the  intellectual 
element  that  was  once  conspicuous  even  in  fashionable  gather- 
ings. It  has  not  only  given  society  over  to  the  young  and 
inexperienced,  but,  by  a  perverse  process  of  unnatural  selec- 
tion, it  has  pushed  to  the  front  by  no  means  the  best  speci- 
mens of  these." 

We  are  told  something  of  the  social  life  in  Baltimore, 
and  all  of  it  so  interesting  that  it  is  no  easy  matter  to 
make  a  selection.  Here,  however,  is  a  glimpse  of  the 
dentistry  of  that  day: 

One  very  curious  custom  which  had  some  vogue  in  the 
Baltimore  of  this  period  was  that  of  transplanting  teeth.  A 
certain  Dr.  Le  Mayeur,  a  dentist  of  Philadelphia,  had  con- 
ceived the  idea  of  buying  the  front  teeth  of  those  willing  to 
sell  and  placing  the  same  in  the  mouths  of  those  anxious  to 
replace  losses.  Two  guineas  was  often  paid  the  person  with 
a  tooth  to  trade.  And  several  respectable  ladies  of  Baltimore 
invested  in  these  articles,  gladly  living  on  milk  and  soft  food 
for  two  months  for  the  sake  of  their  greatly  improved  appear- 
ance when  the  boughten  teeth  had  "grown  in."  One  of  the 
"Mischianza"  belles  had  such  teeth,  we  are  disenchantingly 
told.  Which  one,  however,  deponent  saith  not.  I  fervently 
hope  it  was  not  our  lovely  Peggy  Shippen  ! 

We  already  know  so  much  of  Poe  that  we  can  hardly 
expect  even  so  prolific  a  writer  to  give  us  anything  new. 
We  have  an  account  of  his  love  affair  with  Mary  and 
of  the  scandal  that  eventually  brought  it  to  a  close: 

The  final  and  decisive  quarrel  came  one  night  when  Poe,  who 
had  been  expected  all  the  evening  but  had  failed  to  appear, 
arrived  about  ten  o'clock,  with  signs  of  liquor  on  him.  His 
sweetheart  had  seen  him  nearly  every  day  for  a  year,  but 
never  before,  she  says,  had  he  given  any  evidence  of  drink. 
This  night,  while  on  his  way  to  call  upon  her,  he  had  fallen 
in  with  some  old  West  Point  friends  and  they  had  all  gone 
to  Barnum's  Hotel  for  a  champagne  supper.  He  was  so  con- 
trite for  having  broken  his  engagement  that  Man-  finally  con- 
sented to  sit  out  on  the  stoop  with  him  for  a  little  while 
before  going  to  bed.  But  the  drink  had  evidently  gotten  into 
his  blood  :  for  that  night  he  did  or  said  something  (even  to 
her  relatives  Mary,  as  an  old  lady,  would  not  say  what)  that 
so  shocked  and  surprised  her  that  she  ran  away  from  him 
around  to  the  back  of  the  house  and  quickly  made  her  way  up 
the  stairs  to  her  mother's  room.  Even  here  Poe  pursued  her, 
and  but  for  her  mother's  sturdy  interposition  might  not  have 
been  easily  sent  home.  For  he  passionately  asserted  that  the 
girl  was  "already  his  wife  in  the  sight  of  Heaven !"  and 
claimed  his  right  to  go  to  her. 

President  Washington  makes  a  reappearance  toward 
the  end  of  the  volume.  John  Bernard,  an  English  actor, 
tells  us  of  a  carriage  accident  that  he  witnessed  near 
Alexandria.  He  went  to  the  help  of  its  occupants  and 
was  aided  in  his  Samaritan  labors  by  a  horseman  who 
worked  with  him  in  the  hot  sun  for  half  an  hour: 

Then,  the  couple  having  been  sent  gratefully  on  their  way, 
the  actor  turned  to  survey  his  fellow-helper  and  found  him 
"a  tall,  erect,  well-made  man,  evidently  advanced  in  years, 
but  who  appeared  to  have  retained  all  the  vigor  and  elas- 
ticity resulting  from  a  life  of  temperance  and  exercise.  His 
dress  was  a  blue  coat  buttoned  to  his  chin  and  buckskin 
breeches.  Though  the  instant  he  took  off  his  hat  I  could  not 
avoid  the  recognition  of  familiar  lineaments — which,  indeed. 
I  was  in  the  habit  of  seeing  on  every  sign-post  and  over  every 
fireplace — still  I  failed  to  identify  him,  and,  to  my  surprise, 
I  found  I  was  an  object  of  equal  speculation  in  his  eyes.  A 
smile  at  length  lighted  them  up  and  he  exclaimed,  'Mr.  Ber- 
nard, I  believe?'  I  bowed.  'I  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing  you 
perform  last  winter  in  Philadelphia.'  I  bowed  again,  and 
he  added :  .  .  .  Tou  must  be  fatigued.  If  you  will  ride  up 
to  my  house,  which  is  not  a  mile  distant,  you  can  prevent  any 
ill  effects  of  this  exertion  by  a  couple  of  hours'  rest.' 

"I  looked  round  for  his  dwelling,  and  he  pointed  to  a 
building,  which,  the  day  before,  I  had  spent  an  hour  in  con- 
templating. 'Mount  Vernon!'  I  exclaimed;  and  then,  drawing 
back  with  a  stare  of  wonder,  'have  I  the  honor  of  addressing 
General  Washington?"  With  a  smile,  whose  expression  of 
benevolence  T  have  rarely  seen  equaled,  he  offered  his  hand 
and  replied,  'An  odd  sort  of  introduction,  Mr.  Bernard :  but  I 
am  pleased  to  find  that  you  can  play  so  active  a  part  in  pri- 
vate and  without  a  prompter.*" 

A  final  extract  displays  the  extraordinary  opinion  of 
Shakespeare  entertained  by  John  Quincy  Adams.  This 
opinion  was  expressed  to  Fanny  Kemble,  who  records 
it: 

Here  Fanny  met  John  Quincy  Adams,  whose  remarks  on 
Shakespeare  made  her  greatly  wonder.  The  matter  under  dis- 
cussion was  Knowles's  "Hunchback."  of  which  the  former 
President  remarked  mildly  that  it  was  "by  no  means  as  good 
as  Shakespeare." 

Miss  Kemble  records  that  she  "looked  at  the  man  in  amaze- 
ment, and  suggested  to  him  that  Shakespeare  did  not  grow 
upon  even,-  bush.  Presently  Mr.  Adams  began  a  sentence  by 
assuring  me  that  he  was  a  worshipper  of  Shakespeare,  and 
ended  it  by  saying  that  'Othello'  was  disgusting,  'King  Lear* 
ludicrous,  and  'Romeo  and  Juliet'  childish  nonsense  ;  whereat 
I  swallowed  half  a  pint  of  water  and  nearly  my  tumbler, 
too,  and  remained  silent — for  what  could  I  say?  However, 
in  spite  of  this,  I  owe — some  gratitude,  for  he  brought — to  see 
me  the  other  day.  whose  face  is  more  like  that  of  a  good 
and  intellectual  man  than  almost  any  face  I  ever  saw." 

Here  we  must  leave  a  thoroughly  delightful  book 
that  must  be  read  at  length  to  be  appreciated.  Nothing 
of  its  kind  so  vivacious,  humorous,  and  useful  has  ap- 
peared for  a  long  time. 

Romantic  Days  in  the  Early  Republic.  By  Man- 
Caroline  Crawford.  With  numerous  illustrations.  Bos- 
ton: Little.  Brown  &  Co.;  $2.50  net. 

In  the  midget  republic  of  Andorra,  on  the  southern 
slope  of  the  Pyrenees,  between  France  and  Spain,  the 
president  is  also  mayor  of  the  capital  city,  a  town  of 
about  a  dozen  houses.  He  receives  a  salary  of  $16  a 
vear.  The  republic  is  apparently  prosperous  and  happy. 
*»^  

One  person  is  either  killed  or  injured  every  seven 
minutes  on  the  railroads  of  this  country,  according  to 
statistics  presented  by  experts  who  have  been  investi- 
gating accidents  and  their  causes. 


November  23,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


329 


A  LONDON  BOOK  LETTER. 


Six  Shilling  Novels  Flourish — Publishers'  Lists. 
» 
London  publishers  seem  to  be  wholly  indifferent  to 
the  statistics  of  English  librarians.  The  latter  have 
for  some  time  past  been  insisting  that  the  most  re- 
markable feature  of  library  evolution  is  the  decline  in 
the  demand  for  fiction.  In  the  capital  that  demand 
has  declined  to  about  forty  per  cent  of  the  total  issues, 
and  throughout  the  country  the  libraries  report  a  sim- 
ilar decrease  with  a  corresponding  increase  in  the  use 
of  educational  works.  On  the  top  of  this  comes  a  dec- 
laration that  the  "six-shilling  novel  is  dead,"  that  "the 
writing  of  novels  has  ceased  to  be  a  profession."  All 
this,  however,  has  failed  to  impress  the  publishers ;  for 
when  I  make  a  comparative  study  of  their  fall  lists, 
which  are  now  lying  before  me,  I  find  that  the  propor- 
tion of  novels  is  as  high  as  ever. 

Certainly  the  six-shilling  novel  ought  to  be  dead  if 
the  scale  of  remuneration  is  taken  into  consideration. 
No  doubt  the  cash  return  for  the  average  novel  is  suf- 
ficient to  give  the  publisher  a  small  profit,  but  how  the 
average  writer  manages  to  live  is  a  mystery.  Leaving 
out  of  account  the  few  novelists  who  have  caught  the 
public  ear,  I  find  that  the  recompense  of  the  rank  and 
file  works  out  at  about  thirty  pounds  for  a  book.  W. 
J.  Locke  told  me  the  other  day  that  "there  are  men 
writers  of  great  worth  who  earn  a  miserable  income, 
and  women  writers  of  inferior  worth  who  sell  in  tens 
of  thousands,  just  as  there  are  women  writers  of  noble 
fiction  who  sell  in  hundreds  and  men  writers  of  rub- 
bish who  live  in  luxury."  That  sums  up  the  situation 
in  a  sentence,  but  even  so  the  novelists  of  both  sexes 
who  are  able  to  "live  in  luxury"  are  but  a  tiny  pro- 
portion of  the  whole. 

Secure  in  their  own  profit,  some  of  the  publishers 
take  quite  a  complacent  view-  of  the  case  of  the  author. 
One  remarked  to  me  not  long  ago  that  such-and-such 
a  writer  did  "very  well"  out  of  his  three  novels  a  year, 
the  "very  well"  being  a  net  return  of  a  hundred  pounds 
for  three  stories !  There  are  many  who  are  enamoured 
of  the  life  and  supposed  fame  of  the  novelist,  but  five 
hundred  dollars  for  a  year's  work  takes  away  some  of 
the  glamour.  The  marvel  is  that  notwithstanding  that 
miserable  scale  of  remuneration  the  flood  of  manu- 
scripts never  ceases.  Of  course,  the  only  explanation 
is  that  rambling  spirit  which  is  so  inherent  in  human 
nature.  It  sways  author  and  publisher  alike.  They 
both  know  that  a  really  successful  novel  means  a  small 
fortune,  and  the  one  writes  and  the  other  publishes  in 
ceaseless  pursuit  of  that  will  o'  the  wisp.  There  are 
some  novelists  who  actually  do  not  know  what  to  do 
with  the  money  which  rolls  in  upon  them  in  unexpected 
streams — Mrs.  Barclay,  I  understand,  being  one  of  the 
number;  and  it  is  such  visions  which  keep  the  pur- 
veyors of  fiction  so  busy. 

On  the  other  hand  I  have  recently  come  upon  two 
cases  of  a  contrary  kind.  When  a  new  writer  makes 
a  hit  with  the  public  he  is  usually  in  a  hurry  to  pro- 
duce a  second  novel.  There  are  so  many  inducements : 
his  readers  emulate  Oliver  Twist  and  shout  for  "more" ; 
publishers  inundate  him  with  applications  for  his  next 
book;  and  literary  agents  run  him  to  earth,  and  lure 
him  with  promises  of  big  advances  and  generous  roy- 
alties. The  author  generally  succumbs,  and  in  some 
cases  will  not  risk  endangering  his  reputation  by  dig- 
ging up  some  old  manuscript.  But  in  the  two  cases 
to  which  I  refer  none  of  the  inducements  mentioned 
above  has  had  the  slightest  effect.  I  must  be  chary  of 
mentioning  names;  an  innocent  statement  in  my  letter 
of  a  year  ago  as  to  the  slump  in  the  market  of  a  popu- 
lar lady  novelist  has  inscribed  me  in  that  lady's  bad- 
books  for  all  time.  My  first  illustration,  then,  must  be 
impersonal.  The  writer  in  question  is  a  man  who  some 
fourteen  years  ago  published  a  novel  which  went 
through  many  editions  in  a  few  months  and  has  since 
appeared  in  sumptuously  illustrated  forms.  Not  until 
six  years  ago,  however,  did  he  begin  to  write  a  second 
story,  and  even  now  it  is  not  finished.  He  has  had  a 
large  part  set  in  type,  but  has  made  so  many  corrections 
in  his  first  draft  that  his  bill  for  printers'  corrections 
amounts  to  five  hundred  dollars. 

In  the  second  case  there  is  no  harm  in  mentioning  the 
author.  His  name  is  A.  S.  M.  Hutchinson,  who,  some 
four  years  ago,  captured  the  fiction  tasters  of  America 
and  England  with  his  inimitable  "Once  Aboard  the 
Lugger."  Mr.  Hutchinson  has  been  plied  with  all  the 
inducements  to  which  young  authors  are  supposed  to 
be  susceptible :  he  has  received  shoals  of  letters  from 
his  readers,  publishers,  and  literary  agents  have  made 
him  golden  promises ;  he  is  not  indifferent  to  the  attrac- 
tions of  a  pile  of  dollars;  but  despite  all  he  has  taken 
his  time  over  his  second  book.  He  did  think  he  had 
finished  it  a  year  ago,  but  a  final  reading  of  his  man- 
uscript made  him  decide  that  the  whole  would  have  to 
be  rewritten!  This  new  novel,  then,  to  which  Mr. 
Hutchinson  has  given  the  felicitous  title  of  "The  Happy 
Warrior,"  should  be  as  much  worth  reading  as  any  of 
the  countless  stories  announced  for  this  fall. 

Most  of  the  old  favorites,  with  the  exceptions  of 
Thomas  Hardy  and  Rudyard  Kipling,  figure  on  the  lists 
before  me.  Even  the  veteran,  Miss  Braddon,  not  con- 
tent with  her  seventy  novels  in  her  seventy-four  years 
of  life,  is  still  plying  her  pen ;  while  a  glance  over  my 
list  shows  that  Sir  A.  Conan  Doyle,  E.  F.  Benson,  E. 
Phillips  Oppenheim,  A.  E.  W.  Mason,  W.  J.  Locke, 
Mrs.  Henry  De  La  Pasture,  H.  C.  Wells.  Maurice 
Hewlett,  "Q.,"  Eden  Phillpotts,  and  George  Moore 
will  all  add  to  their  tale  of  novels.     Nothing,  it  seems, 


will  induce  Thomas  Hardy  to  write  another  novel :  his 
reply  to  those  who  pester  him  for  a  new  story  is  "better 
read  the  old  ones" ;  and  the  need  of  hard  cash  has  no 
force  in  his  case,  for  even  in  his  earliest  days  he  held 
the  unique  distinction  among  novelists  of  never  asking 
for  an  "advance."  Kipling's  silence  in  the  fiction  choir 
may  be  accounted  for  by  the  fact  that  the  collected 
edition  of  his  poems  is  going  to  make  a  boom.  The 
book  is  to  appear  in  three  editions — one  of  a  hundred 
copies  at  five  guineas  net,  another  of  five  hundred  copies 
at  two  guineas  net,  and  an  unlimited  edition  at  twenty 
shillings  net.  Of  these  the  first  and  second  special  edi- 
tions are  all  sold,  and  the  demand  for  the  ordinary  edi- 
tion has  been  so  great  that  a  second  large  printing  has 
been  ordered  in  advance  of  publication.  It  would  seem, 
then,  that  notwithstanding  the  gibes  of  the  anti-im- 
perialist reviewers  and  their  assertions  that  Kipling  is 
"played-out,"  the  unofficial  laureate  can  still  command 
a  highly  profitable  market. 

At  the  time  of  writing  George  Meredith  holds  the 
field  of  literary  interest.  There  is  a  threefold  reason 
for  this :  an  account  of  his  life  by  Thomas  Seccombe 
is  the  longest  article  in  the  just-published  installment 
of  the  supplement  to  the  Dictionary  of  National  Biog- 
raphy; his  "Letters"  are  newly  to  hand,  edited  by  that 
son,  who  is  a  partner  in  the  publishing  house  of  Con- 
stable; and  G.  M.  Trevelyan  has  come  forward  in  the 
nick  of  time  with  his  annotated  edition  of  the  novelist's 
poems.  Admirably  as  William  M.  Meredith  has  per- 
formed his  editorial  labors  in  connection  with  his 
father's  letters,  the  reader  who  wishes  to  gain  an  or- 
dered view  of  the  novelist's  life  must  supplement  the 
two  volumes  of  correspondence  by  constant  references 
to  Mr.  Seccombe's  carefully  written  memoir.  Largely 
owing  to  Meredith's  unaccountable  reticence,  many 
strange  rumors  as  to  his  birth  and  his  birthplace  have 
long  been  in  circulation,  but  Mr.  Seccombe  gives  a 
quietus  to  them  all  by  the  authoritative  statement  that 
he  was  the  son  of  a  tailor  and  naval  outfitter  and  was 


Illustration   from   "With   the  Indians   in    the   Rockies,"  by 
J.    W.  Schultz.     Houghton  Mifflin    Company. 


born  in  Portsmouth  over  his  father's  shop.  This  gives 
a  new  literary  distinction  to  the  famous  naval  station, 
for  Dickens,  it  will  be  remembered,  was  also  born  at 
Portsmouth.  Mr.  Seccombe  also  tells  the  true  story  of 
Meredith's  unfortunate  first  marriage,  shows  how  for 
some  years  his  chief  source  of  income  was  £200  a  year 
as  London  correspondent  of  a  country  newspaper,  and 
has  an  interesting  passage  on  Meredith's  exploits  as  a 
publisher's  reader,  in  which  capacity  he  rejected  "East 
Lynne,"  "The  Heavenly  Twins,"  and  "Some  Emotions 
and  a  Moral,"  and  dismissed  Butler's  "Erewhon"  with 
an  emphatic,  "Will  not  do !"  Of  all  the  recent  Mere- 
dith literature,  how:ever,  the  book  which  seems  most 
necessary  is  the  annotated  edition  of  his  poems,  for 
even  his  friend,  Edward  Clodd,  has  to  confess  that 
when  he  listened  to  the  novelist  at  the  readings  of  his 
own  verse  he  often  had  to  question  the  meaning  of  the 
poet. 

When  I  compare  the  London  publishers'  lists  with 
those  fall  announcements  which  have  reached  me  from 
the  United  States,  I  find  that,  as  in  past  years,  the  for- 
mer are  greatly  indebted  to  the  latter  for  many  notable 
books.  But  not  many  Londoners  are  aware  of  the  fact. 
It  is  a  truth  hidden  even  from  the  editor  of  the  Pub- 
lishers' Circular.  Hence  the  following  delightful  ex- 
ample of  British  complacency,  which  adorned  a  recent 
page  of  that  periodical.  "In  point  of  numbers  of  books, 
every  year  America  is  increasing  her  output,  but  if  the 
titles  of  those  books  which  are  of  British  origin  were 
printed  in  red  in  the  catalogues  of  American  publishers 
then  the  proud  position  of  British  literature  would  be 
still  more  apparent."  Let  us  see  how  this  works  out. 
One  example  will  suffice.  Here,  then,  is  the  list  of  a 
leading  London  publisher,  and  I  find  that  out  of  the 
twelve  books  which  are  given  the  most  prominent  place 
in  that  list  the  second  is  a  translation  from  the  French, 
while  of  the  other  eleven  no  fewer  than  six  are  books 
of  American  origin,  leaving  a  total  of  five  out  of  twelve 
to  maintain  the  "proud  position"  of  British  literature! 
What  a  shock  it  would  be  to  the  poor  Publishers'  Cir- 
cular if  that  printing  "in  red"  which  it  recommends 
were  applied  to  books  of  American  origin  figuring  in 
British  lists! 


Taking  a  broad  view  of  the  fall  announcements,  the 
really  notable  books  will  probably  be  few  in  number. 
No  doubt  there  will  be  a  temporary  run  on  the  libraries 
for  Roald  Amundsen's  "The  Conquest  of  the  South 
Pole"  and  also  for  the  "Early  Letters  of  Queen  Vic- 
toria," but  such  books  have  a  way  of  soon  sinking  to 
the  ordinary  level.  For  example,  the  previous  install- 
ment of  Queen  Victoria's  letters,  which  was  soon  re- 
issued in  a  cheap  edition,  is  now  on  sale  as  a  remainder 
at  fifty  cents  for  the  three  volumes.  The  days  of  the 
big  travel  book,  too,  have  gone,  never  to  return.  All 
this  is  to  the  good  of  the  average  book,  which  is  likely 
to  have  a  better  chance  this  season  than  it  has  had  for 
many  years.  It  is  only  in  the  department  of  poetry 
that  there  are  no  signs  of  a  revival.  Can  it  be  true,  as 
Edmund  Gosse  recently  affirmed,  that  "all  the  best 
poetry  has  been  written"  ?  The  only  exception  to  the 
gloomy  outlook  for  verse  has  been  cited  above  in  con- 
nection with  the  name  of  Mr.  Kipling. 

Apart  from  fiction,  biography  and  books  of  a  kindred 
type  bulk  most  largely  in  the  fall  promises,  and  the 
preponderance  of  that  kind  of  literature  is  in  strict 
accord  with  the  preferences  of  the  day,  so  far  as  they 
can  be  cleaned  from  library  statistics.  Mrs.  Campbell- 
Praed  is  to  give  us  a  "Book  of  Memories,"  consisting 
of  letters  from  the  late  Justin  McCarthy;  Ernestine 
Mills  has  edited  "The  Life  and  Letters  of  Frederick 
Shields,"  the  mystic  artist,  who  was  the  subject  of  a 
letter  to  the  Argonaut  more  than  a  year  ago;  the 
"Diaries  of  William  Charles  Macready"  are  to  see  the 
light  in  a  complete  form  after  many  years ;  another  vol- 
ume will  be  forthcoming  of  the  life  of  the  Earl  of 
Beaconsfield ;  Weedon  Grossmith  will  relate  his  journey 
"From  Studio  to  Stage" ;  Edmund  Gosse  promises  some 
"Portraits  and  Studies,"  which  will  take  the  form  of 
reminiscences  of  distinguished  people;  in  "The  Prince 
Imperial,"  Augustin  Filon  will  attempt  the  first  docu- 
mented study  of  the  ill-fated  heir  to  Napoleon's  crown ; 
the  author  of  the  "Everyday  Book"  and  similar  works 
is  to  have  a  biographer  at  last  in  Frederick  W.  Hack- 
wood,  w7ho  has  written  "William  Hone:  His  Life  and 
Times" ;  and  Lady  Watts  will  probably  complete  her 
life  of  her  artist  husband.  There  are,  in  addition,  to 
be  many  translations  from  the  French  of  biographical 
studies  and  court-scandal  lives. 

After  all,  however,  it  may  be  doubted  whether  the 
publishing  activities  of  1912  can  compare  for  solid 
worth  with  the  industry  of  the  London  bookmen  of  a 
century  ago.  The  year  1812  saw  the  production  of 
many  notable  works,  which  have  no  counterparts  among 
the  books  promised  for  the  present  season.  That  was 
the  date  of  the  publication,  for  example,  of  Sir  Egerton 
Brydges's  edition  of  Collins's  "Peerage  of  England,"  and 
of  the  enlarged  edition  of  Alexander  Chalmers's  "Gen- 
eral Biographical  Dictionary,"  in  thirty-two  volumes. 
In  fact,  the  date,  "1812,"  is  of  such  frequent  appear- 
ance on  the  title  pages  of  works  of  standard  value  that 
one  begins  to  wonder  whether  there  ought  not  to  be 
some  explanation  forthcoming  of  such  an  annus  mira- 
bilis.  Perhaps  those  title  pages  help  to  clear  up  the 
mystery.  There  are  no  fewer  than  twenty-six  book- 
sellers' names  on  the  title  page  of  the  Collins,  and 
thirty  on  that  of  the  Chalmers.  In  other  words,  it  was 
usual,  then,  for  a  number  of  booksellers  to  combine  in 
the  production  of  a  work  demanding  the  investment  of 
a  large  amount  of  capital,  and  the  reader  reaped  the 
advantage  in  the  form  of  works  which  no  individual 
publisher  would  tackle.  There  may  be  a  lesson  in  this 
for  the  London  publisher  of  the  present  day. 

Of  the  twenty-six  publishers  for  whom  the  Collins 
was  "printed"  all  have  disappeared  from  the  book  trade 
save  two.  Under  the  title  of  "Longman,  Hurst,  Rees. 
Orme  &  Co."  may  be  recognized  the  present  house  of 
Longmans  Green,  the  oldest  of  the  London  publishers; 
while  the  "J.  Murray"  of  1812  has  his  lineal  descend- 
ant in  the  "John  Murray"  of  1912.  And  the  present 
year,  by  the  way,  is  a  centenary  for  Byron's  publisher, 
inasmuch  as  a  few  days  ago  marked  the  hundredth  an- 
niversary of  the  removal  of  the  firm  to  its  present  loca- 
tion in  the  fashionable  venue  of  Albermarle  Street.  It 
was  on  the  23d  of  October,  1812,  that  Byron  wrote  to 
his  publisher :  "You  are  removing  to  Albermarle  Street. 
I  find,  and  I  rejoice  that  we  shall  be  nearer  neighbors." 
The  poet  was  a  few  days  out  of  his  reckoning,  for  the 
removal  from  Fleet  Street  had  already  taken  place. 
This  was  the  time  when  Byron  was  afraid  that  his  pub- 
lisher was  "glutting  the  public"  with  "Childe  Harold." 
but  when  the  man  of  books  still  had  so  high  an  opinion 
of  that  poem  that  he  arranged  to  publish  an  elaborate 
illustrated  edition.  To  this  day  Albermarle  Street  is  the 
farthest  west  outpost  of  the  publishing  camp,  but  Mr. 
Murray  no  longer  holds  the  fort  alone,  for  the  London 
house  of  the  Harpers  has  for  some  years  been  almost 
a  next-door  neighbor.  In  connection  with  the  Murray 
centenary  a  scribe  has  related  that  the  publisher  owns 
Byron's  Bible,  and  remarks  that  it  is  a  conclusive 
proof  that  the  poet  did  not  alter  "now  Barabbas  n 
robber"  into  "now  Barabbas  was  a  publisher."  Bui 
surely  that  is  to  credit  the  poet  with  bavins  had  only 
one  Bible.  There  is  another  less  debatable  relic  of 
Byron  in  Albermarle  Street  in  the  shape  nf  a  screen  >>n 
which  the  poet  pasted  a  choice  collection  of  the  por- 
traits of  prize-fighters  and  actresses. 
London.  October  22,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 
^f  — 

Lord  Rossmore's  recent  book.  "Things  I  Can  Tell." 
published  by  the  George  H.  Doran  Company,  is  full 
of  humorous  happenings  in   his  life  and   those  in  high 
places  in  England.    The  intimate  detail 
a  new  light  on  the  English  court  of 


JoO 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912 


THE  DREAM. 


An  Echo  from  the  Yesterday  of  a  Novelist. 


"Our  Distinguished  Alumnus,"  after  being  duly  pre- 
sented as  such,  had  with  vivacity  delivered  much  the 
usual  sort  of  Commencement  address.  Yet  John  Char- 
teris  was  in  reality  a  trifle  fagged. 

The  afternoon  train  had  been  vexatiously  late.  The 
little  novelist  had  found  it  tedious  to  interchange  inan- 
ities with  the  committee  awaiting  him  at  the  Pullman 
steps.  Nor  had  it  amused  him  to  huddle  into  evening 
dress  and  hasten  through  a  perfunctory  supper,  in  order 
to  reassure  his  audience  at  half-past  eight  precisely 
as  to  the  unmitigated  delight  of  which  he  was  now 
conscious. 

Nevertheless,  he  alluded  with  enthusiasm  to  the  arena 
of  life,  to  the  dependence  of  America's  destiny  upon 
the  younger  generation,  to  the  enviable  part  King's 
College  had,  without  exception,  played  in  history,  and 
he  depicted  to  Fairhaven  the  many  glories  of  Fair- 
haven — past,  present,  and  approaching — in  superlatives 
that  would  hardly  have  seemed  inadequate  if  applied  to 
Paradise.  His  oration,  in  short,  was  of  a  piece  with  the 
amiable  bombast  that  the  college  students  and  Fair- 
haven  at  large  were  accustomed  to  expect  at  every 
Finals — the  sort  of  linguistic  debauch  that  John  Char- 
tens  himself  remembered  to  have  applauded  as  an 
undergraduate  more  years  ago  than  he  cared  to 
enumerate. 

Pauline  Romeyne  had  sat  beside  him,  then — yonder, 
upon  the  fourth  bench,  from  the  front,  where  now  an- 
other boy  with  painstakingly  plastered  hair  was  clap- 
ping hands.  There  was  a  girl  on  the  right  of  this  boy, 
too.  There  naturally  would  be.  Mr.  Charteris,  as  he 
sat  down,  was  wondering  if  Pauline  was  within  reach 
of  his  voice;  and  if  she  were,  what  was  her  surname 
nowadays  ? 

Then,  presently,  the  exercises  were  concluded,  and 
the  released  auditors  arose  with  an  outwelling  noise  of 
multitudinous  chatter,  of  shuffling  feet,  of  rustling  pro- 
grammes. Many  of  Mr.  Charteris's  audience,  though, 
were  contending  against  the  general  human  outflow, 
and  pushing  toward  the  platform,  for  Fairhaven  was 
proud  of  John  Charteris,  now  that  his  colorful  tales  had 
risen  from  the  semi-oblivion  of  being  cherished  merely 
by  people  who  cared  seriously  for  beautiful  things  to 
the  distinction  of  being  purchasable  in  railway  sta- 
tions; so  that,  in  consequence,  Fairhaven  wished  both 
to  congratulate  him  and  to  renew  acquaintanceship. 

He  standing  there,  alert  and  quizzical,  found  it  odd 
to  note  how  unfamiliar  beaming  faces  climbed  out  of 
the  hurly-burly  of  retreating  backs  to  say  "Don't  you 
remember  me?  I'm  So-and-so."  There  were  the  people 
whom  he  had  lived  among  once,  and  some  of  these 
had  once  been  people  whom  he  loved.  Now,  there  was 
hardly  any  one  whom  at  a  glance  he  would  have  rec- 
ognized. 

Nobody  guessed  as  much.  He  was  adjudged  to  be 
delightful,  cordial,  "and  not  a  bit  stuck-up,  not  spoiled 
at  all,  vou  know."  To  appear  thus  was  the  talisman 
with  which  he  banteringly  encountered  the  universe. 

But  John  Charteris,  as  has  been  said,  was  in  reality 
a  trifle  fagged.  When  everybody  had  removed  to  the 
gymnasium,  where  the  dancing  was  to  be,  and  he  had 
been  delightful  there,  too,  for  a  whole  half-hour,  he 
grasped  with  avidity  at  his  first  chance  to  slip  away, 
and  did  so  under  cover  of  a  riotous  two-step. 

He  went  out  upon  the  campus. 

He  found  this  lawn  untenanted,  unless  you  chose  to 
count  the  marble  figure  of  Lord  Penniston,  made  aerial 
and  fantastic  by  the  moonlight,  standing  as  if  it  were 
on  guard  over  the  college.  Mr.  Charteris  chose  to 
count  him.  Whimsically  Mr.  Charteris  reflected  that 
this  battered  nobleman's  profile  was  the  one  familiar 
face  he  had  exhumed  in  all  Fairhaven.  And  what  a 
deal  of  mirth  and  folly,  too,  the  old  fellow  must  have 
witnessed  during  his  two  hundred  and  odd  years  of 
sentry  duty — on  warm,  clear  nights  like  this,  in  partic- 
ular, when  by  ordinary  there  were  many  couples  on 
the  campus,  each  couple  discreetly  remote  from  any 
of  the  others.  Then,  Penniston  would  be  aware  of  most 
portentous  pauses  (which  a  delectable  and  lazy  confer- 
ence of  leaves  made  eloquent)  because  of  many  unfin- 
ished sentences.  "Oh,  you  know  what  I  mean,  dear!" 
one  would  say  as  a  last  resort.  And  she — why,  bless 
her  heart!  of  course,  she  always  did.  .  .  .  Heigho, 
youth's  was  a  pleasant  lunacy.     .     .     . 

Thus  Charteris  reflected,  growing  drowsy.  She  said: 
"You  spoke  very  well  to-night.  Is  it  too  late  for  con- 
ditions?" 

Turning,  Mr.  Charteris  remarked:  "As  you  are  per- 
fectly aware,  all  that  I  vented  was  just  a  deal  of 
skimble-scamble  stuff,  a  verbal  syllabub  of  balderdash. 
Xo.  upon  reflection,  I  think  I  should  rather  describe  it 
as  a  conglomeration  of  piffle,  patriotism  and  pyrotech- 
nics. Well,  Madam  Do-as-you-would-be-done-by,  what 
would  vou  have?  You  must  give  people  what  they 
want." 

It  wa?  characteristic  that  he  faced  Pauline  Romeyne 
— or  was  it  .->till  Romeyne?  he  wondered — precisely  as 
if  it  had  been  fifteen  minutes,  rather  than  as  many 
-.  since  they  had  last  spoken  together. 

"Must  one?"  she  asked.  "Oh,  yes,  I  know  you  have 
always  thought  that,  but  I  do  not  quite  see  the  neces- 
sity  of  it." 

She    sat    upon    the    bench    beside    Lord    Penniston's 

ilc  pedestal.     "And  all  the  while  you  spoke 

; Hi  king  of   those   Saturday   nights   when   your 

•*s  'ip   for   an   oration   or   a  debate  before   the 


Eclectics,  and  you  would  stay  away  and  pay  the  fine 
rather  than  brave  an  audience." 

"The  tooth  of  Time,"  he  reminded  her,  "has  since 
then  written  wrinkles  on  my  azure  brow.  The  years 
slip  away  fugacious,  and  Time  that  brings  forth  her 
children  only  to  devour  them  grins  most  hellishly,  for 
Time  changes  all  things  and  cultivates,  even  in  herself, 
an  appreciation  of  irony — and,  therefore,  why  shouldn't 
I  have  changed  a  trifle  ?  You  wouldn't  have  me  put  on 
exhibition  as  a  lusus  natures?" 

"Oh,  but  I  wish  you  had  not  altered  so  entirely!" 
Pauline  sighed. 

"At  least,  you  haven't,"  he  declared.  "Of  course,  I 
would  be  compelled  to  say  so,  anyhow.  But  in  this 
happy  instance  courtesy  and  veracity  come  skipping 
arm-in-arm  from  my  elated  lips."  And,  indeed,  it 
seemed  to  him  that  Pauline  was  marvelously  little  al- 
tered. "I  wonder  now,"  he  said,  and  cocked  his  head, 
"I  wonder  now  whose  wife  I  am  talking  to?" 

"No,  Jack,  I  never  married,"  she  said,  quietly. 

"It  is  selfish  of  me,"  he  said,  in  the  same  tone,  "but  I 
am  glad  of  that." 

And  so  they  sat  a  while,  each  thinking. 

"I  wonder,"  said  Pauline,  with  that  small,  plaintive 
voice  which  Charteris  so  poignantly  remembered, 
"whether  it  is  always  like  this?  Oh,  do  the  Overlords 
of  Life  and  Death  always  provide  some  obstacle  to  pre- 
vent what  all  of  us  have  known  in  youth  was  possible 
from  ever  coming  true?" 

And  again  there  was  a  pause  which  a  delectable  and 
lazy  conference  of  leaves  made  eloquent. 

"I  suppose  it  is  because  they  know  that  if  it  ever  did 
come  true  we  would  be  gods  like  them."  The  ordinary 
associates  of  John  Charteris,  most  certainly,  would  not 
have  suspected  him  to  be  the  speaker.  "So  they  con- 
trive the  obstacle,  or  else  they  send  false  dreams — out 
of  the  gates  of  horn — and  make  the  path  smooth,  very 
smooth,  so  that  two  dreamers  may  not  be  hindered  on 
their  way  to  the  divorce  courts." 

"Yes,  they  are  jealous  gods!  oh,  and  ironical  gods 
also !  They  grant  the  dream,  and  chuckle  while  they 
grant  it,  I  think,  because  they  know  that  later  they 
will  be  bringing  their  playthings  face  to  face — each 
married,  fat,  inclined  to  optimism,  very  careful  of  de- 
corum, and  perfectly  indifferent  to  each  other.  And 
then  they  get  their  foreplanned  mirth,  these  Overlords 
of  Life  and  Death.  'We  gave  you,'  they  chuckle,  'the 
loveliest  and  greatest  thing  infinity  contains.  And  you 
bartered  it  because  of  a  clerkship  or  a  lying  maxim  or 
perhaps  a  finger-ring.'  I  suppose  that  they  must  laugh 
a  great  deal." 

"Eh,  what?  But  then  you  never  married?"  For 
masculinity  in  argument  starts  with  the  word  it  has 
found  distasteful. 

"Why,  no." 

"Nor  I."  And  his  tone  implied  that  the  two  facts 
conjoined  proved  much. 

"Miss  Willoughby?"  he  inquired. 

Now  how,  in  heaven's  name,  could  a  cloistered 
Fairhaven  have  surmised  his  intention  of  propos- 
ing on  the  first  convenient  opportunity  to  handsome 
well-to-do  Anne  Willoughby?  He  shrugged  his  won- 
der off.  "Oh,  people  will  talk,  you  know.  Let  any 
man  once  find  a  woman  has  a  tongue  in  her  head,  and 
the  stage  director  is  always  'Enter  Rumor,  painted  full 
of  tongues.' " 

Pauline  did  not  appear  to  have  remarked  his  pro- 
test. "Yes — in  the  end  you  will  marry  her.  And  her 
money  will  help,  just  as  you  have  contrived  to  make 
everything  else  help,  toward  making  John  Charteris 
comfortable.  She  is  not  very  clever,  but  she  will  al- 
ways worship  you,  and  so  you  two  will  not  prove  un- 
congenial. That  is  your  real  tragedy,  if  I  could  make 
you  comprehend." 

"So  I  am  going  to  develop  into  a  pig,"  he  said,  with 
relish — "a  lovable,  contented,  unambitious  porcine,  who 
is  alike  indifferent  to  the  tariff,  the  importance  of  equal 
suffrage  and  the  market  price  of  hams,  for  all  that  he 
really  cares  about  is  to  have  his  say  as  comfortable 
as  may  be  possible.  That  is  exactly  what  I  am  going 
to  develop  into — now,  isn't  it?"  And  John  Charteris, 
sitting,  as  was  his  habitual  fashion,  with  one  foot  tucked 
under  him,  laughed  cheerily.  Oh,  just  to  be  alive  (he 
thought)  was  ample  cause  for  rejoicing;  and  how  de- 
liciously  her  eyes,  alert  with  slumbering  fires,  were 
peering  through  the  moon-made  shadows  of  her  brows! 

"Well — something  of  the  sort."  Pauline  was  smil- 
ing, but  restrainedly,  and  much  as  a  woman  does  in 
condoning  the  naughtiness  of  her  child.  "And,  oh,  if 
only " 

"Why,  precisely.  'If  only,'  quotha.  Why,  there  you 
word  the  keynote,  you  touch  the  cornerstone,  you 
ruthlessly  illuminate  the  mainspring,  of  an  intractable, 
unfeeling  universe.     For  instance,  if  only 

You  were   the   Empress   of  Ayre   and   Skye, 

And  I  were  Ahkond  of  Kong, 
We  could  dine  every  day  on  apple-pie, 
And  peddle  potatoes,  and  sleep  in  a  sty, 
And  people  would  say  when  we  came  to  die, 
"They  never  did  anything  wrong." 

But  as  it  is,  our  epitaphs  will  probably  be  nothing  of 
the  sort.  So  that  there  lurks,  you  see,  much  virtue  in 
this  'if  only.'  " 

Impervious  to  nonsense,  she  asked :  "And  have  I 
not  earned  the  right  to  lament  that  you  are  changed?" 

"I  haven't  robbed  more  than  six  churches  up  to  date," 
he  grumbled.    "What  would  you  have  ?" 

The  answer  came,  downright,  and,  as  he  knew,  en- 
tirely truthful:  "I  would  have  had  you  do  all  that  you 
might  have  done." 

But   he   must   needs   refine.     "Why,   no — you   would 


have  made  me  do  it,  wrung  out  the  last  drop.  You 
would  have  bullied  me  and  shamed  me  into  being  all 
that  I  might  have  been.  I  see  that  now."  He  spoke 
as  if  in  wonder,  with  a  lift  of  speech.  "Pauline,  I 
haven't  been  entirely  not  worth  while.  Oh,  yes,  I 
know !  I  know  I  haven't  written  five-act  tragedies 
which  would  be  immortal,  as  you  probably  expected  me 
to  do.  My  books  are  not  quite  the  books  I  was  to 
write  when  you  and  I  were  young.  But  I  have  made 
at  worst  some  neat,  precise,  and  joyous  little  tales 
which  prevaricate  tenderly  about  the  universe  and  veil 
the  pettinesses  of  human  nature  with  screens  of  verbal 
jewel  work.  It  is  not  the  actual  world  they  tell  about, 
but  a  vastly  superior  place  where  the  Dream  is  realized 
and  everything  which  in  youth  we  knew  was  possible 
comes  true.  It  is  a  world  we  have  all  glimpsed,  just 
once,  and  have  not  ever  entered,  and  have  not  ever  for- 
gotten. So  people  like  my  little  tales.  .  .  .  Do  they 
induce  delusions?  Oh,  well,  you  must  give  people 
what  they  want,  and  literature  is  a  vast  bazaar,  where 
people  come  to  purchase  everything  except  mirrors." 

She  said,  soberly:  "You  need  not  make  a  jest  of  it. 
It  is  not  ridiculous  that  you  write  of  beautiful  and 
joyous  things,  because  there  was  a  time  when  living 
was  really  all  one  wonderful  adventure,  and  you  re- 
member it." 

"But,  oh,  my  dear,  my  dear !  such  glum  discussions 
are  so  sadly  out  of  place  on  such  a  night  as  this,"  he 
lamented.  "For  it  is  a  night  of  pearl-like  radiances 
and  velvet  shadows,  and  delicate  odors,  and  big,  friendly 
stars  that  promise  not  to  gossip  whatever  happens.  It 
is  a  night  that  hungers,  and  all  its  undistinguishable 
little  sounds  are  voicing  the  night's  hunger  for  masks 
and  mandolins,  for  rope-ladders  and  balconies  and  ser- 
enades. So  let's  pretend,  Pauline,  that  we  are  not  a 
bit  more  worldly-wise  than  those  youngsters  who  are 
frisking  yonder  in  the  gymnasium — for,  upon  my  word, 
I  question  if  we  have  ever  done  anything  to  suggest 
that  we  are.  Don't  let's  be  cowed  a  moment  longer  by 
those  bits  of  paper  with  figures  on  them  which  our  too- 
credulous  fellow-idiots  consider  to  be  the  only  alma- 
nacs. Let's  have  back  yesterday,  let's  tweak  the  nose 
of  Time  intrepidly."    Then  Charteris  carolled: 

For  yesterday  !   for  yesterday  ! 
I  cry  a  reward  for  yesterday 
Now  lost  or  stolen  or  gone  astray 
With  all  the  laughter  of  yesterday ! 

"And  how  slight  a  loss  was  laughter,"  she  mur- 
mured, still  with  the  vague  and  gentle  eyes  of  a  day- 
dreamer,  "as  set  against  all  that  we  never  earned  in 
youth,  and  so  will  never  earn." 

He  inadequately  answered,  "Bosh !"  and  later,  "Do 
you  remember?"  he  began. 

Yes,  she  remembered,  it  developed.  And,  "do  you  re- 
member?" she  was  asking  still  later.  It  was  to  seem 
to  him  in  retrospection  that  neither  for  the  next  half- 
hour  began  a  sentence  without  this  formula.  It  was  as 
if  they  sought  to  use  it  as  a  master-word  wherewith  to 
reanimate  the  happinesses  and  sorrows  of  their  com- 
mon past,  and  as  if  they  found  the  charm  was  potent 
to  awaken  the  thin  powerless  ghosts  of  emotions  that 
were  once  despotic.  For  it  was  as  if  frail  shadows 
and  half-caught  echoes  were  all  they  could  evoke,  it 
seemed  to  Charteris;  and  yet  these  shadows  trooped 
with  a  wild  grace,  and  the  echoes  thrilled  him  with 
the  sweet  and  piercing  surprise  of  a  bird's  call  at  mid- 
night or  of  a  bugle  heard  in  prison. 

Then  twelve  o'clock  was  heralded  by  the  college  bell, 
and  Pauline  arose  as  though  this  equable,  deep-throated 
interruption  of  the  music's  levity  had  been  a  signal. 
John  Charteris  saw  her  clearly  now ;  and  she  was  beau- 
tiful. 

"I  must  go.  You  will  not  ever  quite  forget  me, 
Jack.  Such  is  my  sorry  comfort."  It  seemed  to  Char- 
teris that  she  smiled  as  in  mockery,  and  yet  it  was  a 
very  tender  sort  of  derision.  "Yes,  you  have  made 
your  books.  You  have  done  what  you  most  desired 
to  do.  You  have  got  all  from  life  that  you  have  asked 
of  life.  Oh,  yes,  you  have  got  much  from  life.  One 
prize,  though,  Jack,  you  missed. 

He,  too,  had  risen,  quiet  and  perfectly  sure  of  him- 
self.    "I  haven't  missed  it.     For  you  love  me." 

This  widened  her  eyes.  "Did  I  not  always  love  you, 
Jack?  Yes,  even  when  you  went  away  forever,  and 
there  were  no  letters,  and  the  days  were  long.  Yes, 
even  knowing  you,  I  loved  you,  John  Charteris." 

"Oh,  I  was  wrong,  all  wrong,"  he  cried;  "and  yet 
there  is  something  to  be  said  upon  the  other  side,  as 
always.  .  .  ."  Now  Charteris  was  still  for  a  while. 
The  little  man's  chin  was  uplifted  so  that  it  was  toward 
the  stars  he  looked  rather  than  at  Pauline  Romeyne, 
and  when  he  spoke  he  seemed  to  meditate  aloud.  "I 
was  born,  I  think,  with  the  desire  to  make  beautiful 
books — brave  books  that  would  preserve  the  glories 
of  the  Dream  untarnished,  and  would  re-create  them 
for  battered  people,  and  re-awaken  joy  and  magnan- 
imity." Here  he  laughed,  a  little  ruefully.  "No,  1  do 
not  think  I  can  explain  this  obsession  to  any  one  who 
has  never  suffered  from  it.  But  I  have  never  in  my 
life  permitted  anything  to  stand  in  the  way  of  my  ful- 
filling this  desire  to  serve  the  Dream  by  re-creating  it 
for  others  with  picked  words,  and  that  has  cost  me 
something.  Yes,  the  Dream  is  an  exacting"  master.  My 
books,  such  as  they  are,  have  been  made  what  they  are 
at  the  dear  price  of  never  permitting  myself  to  care 
seriously  for  anything  else.  I  might  not  dare  to  dis- 
sipate my  energies  by  taking  any  part  in  the  drama  1 
was  attempting  to  re- write,  because  I  must  so  jealously 
conserve  all  the  force  that  was  in  me  for  the  perfec- 
tion of  my  lovelier  version.     That  may  not  be  the  best 


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way  of  making  books,  but  it  is  the  only  one  that  was 
possible  for  me.  I  had  so  little  natural  talent,  you  see," 
said  Charteris,  wistfully,  ''and  I  was  anxious  to  do  so 
much  with  it.  So  I  had  always  to  be  careful.  It  has 
been  rather  lonely,  my  dear.  Now,  looking  back,  it 
seems  to  me  that  the  part  I  have  played  in  all  other 
people's  lives  has  been  the  role  of  a  tourist  who  enters 
a  cafe-chantant,  a  fortress,  or  a  cathedral  with  much 
the  same  forlorn  sense  of  detachment,  and  observes 
what  there  is  to  see  that  may  be  worth  remembering, 
and  takes  a  note  or  two,  perhaps,  and  then  leaves  the 
place  forever.  Yes,  that  is  how  I  served  the  Dream, 
and  that  is  how  I  got  my  books.  They  are  very  beau- 
tiful books,  I  think,  but  they  cost  me  fifteen  years  of 
human  living  and  human  intimacy,  and  they  are  hardly 
worth  so  much." 

He  turned  to  her,  and  his  voice  changed.  "Oh,  I 
was  wrong,  all  wrong,  and  chance  is  kindlier  than  I 
deserve.  For  I  have  wandered  after  unprofitable  gods, 
like  a  man  blundering  through  a  day  of  mist  and  fog, 
and  I  win  home  now  in  its  golden  sunset.  I  have 
laughed  very  much,  my  dear,  but  I  was  never  happy 
until  tonight.  The  Dream,  as  I  now  know,  is  not  best 
served  by  making  parodies  of  it,  and  it  does  not  greatly 
matter,  after  all,  whether  a  book  be  an  epic  or  a  direc- 
tory. What  really  matters  is  that  there  is  so  much  faith 
and  love  and  kindliness  which  we  can  share  with  and 
provoke  in  others,  and  that  by  cleanly,  simple,  generous 
living  we  approach  perfection  in  the  highest  and  most 
lovely  of  all  arts.  .  .  .  But  you,  I  think,  have 
always  comprehended  this.  My  dear,  if  I  were  worthy 
to  kneel  and  kiss  the  dust  you  tread  in  I  would  do  it. 
As  it  happens,  I  am  not  worthy.  Pauline,  there  was  a 
time  when  you  and  I  were  young  together,  when  we 
aspired,  when  life  passed  as  if  it  were  to  the  measures 
of  a  noble  music — a  heart-wringing,  an  obdurate,  an 
intolerable  music,  it  might  be,  but  always  a  lofty  music. 
One  strutted,  no  doubt — it  was  because  one  knew  one- 
self to  be  indomitable.  Eh,  it  is  true  I  have  won  all  I 
asked  of  life,  very  horribly  true.  All  that  I  asked,  poor 
fool !  Oh,  I  am  weary  of  loneliness,  and  I  know  now 
that  all  the  phantoms  I  have  raised  are  only  colorless 
shadows  which  belie  the  Dream,  and  they  are  hateful 
to  me.  I  want  just  to  recapture  that  old  time  we  know 
of,  and  we  two  alone.  I  want  to  know  the  Dream 
again,  Pauline — the  Dream  which  I  had  lost,  had  half 
forgotten,  and  have  so  pitifully  parodied.  I  want  to 
know  the  Dream  again,  Pauline,  and  you  alone  can 
help  me." 

"Oh,  if  I  could!  If  even  I  could  now,  my  dear!" 
Pauline  Romeyne  left  him  upon  a  sudden,  crying  this. 

And  "So !"  said  Mr.  Charteris. 

He  had  been  deeply  shaken  and  very  much  in  ear- 
nest; but  he  was  never  the  man  to  give  for  any  lengthy 
while  too  loose  a  rein  to  emotion;  and  so  he  now  sat 
down  upon  the  bench  and  lighted  a  cigarette  and  smiled. 
Yet  he  fully  recognized  himself  to  be  the  most  enviable 
of  men  and  an  inhabitant  of  the  most  glorious  world 
imaginable — a  world  wherein  he  very  assuredly  meant 
to  marry  Pauline  Romeyne — say,  in  the  ensuing  Sep- 
tember. Yes,  that  would  fit  in  well  enough,  although, 
of  course,  he  would  have  to  cancel  the  engagement  to 
lecture  in  Milwaukee.  .  .  .  How  lucky,  too,  it  was 
that  he  had  never  actually  committed  himself  with 
Anne  Willoughby,  for  while  money  was  an  excellent 
thing  to  have,  how  infinitely  less  desirable  it  was  to 
live  perked  up  in  golden  sorrow  than  to  feed  flocks 
upon  the  Grampian  Hills,  where  Freedom  from  the 
mountain  height  cried:  "I  go  on  forever,  a  prince  can 
make  a  belted  knight,  and  let  who  will  be  clever " 

" — and  besides,  you'll  catch  your  death  of  cold,"  la- 
mented Mr.  Warwick  Risby,  who  was  now  shaking 
Mr.  Charteris's  shoulder. 

"Eh,  what?  Oh,  yes,  I  daresay  I  was  napping,"  the 
other  mumbled.  He  stood  and  stretched  himself,  lux- 
uriously. "Well,  anyhow,  don't  be  such  an  unmiti- 
gated grandmother.  You  see,  I  have  a  bit  of  rather 
important  business  to  attend  to.  Which  way  is  Miss 
Romevne?" 

"Pauline  Romeyne?  Why?  But  she  married  old 
Colonel  Hinton,  you  know.  She  was  the  very  stout 
woman  in  purple  who  carried  out  the  squalling  baby 
when  Taylor  was  introducing  you,  if  you  remember. 
She  told  me,  while  the  colonel  was  getting  the  horses 
around,  how  sorry  she  was  to  miss  your  address,  but 
they  live  three  miles  out,  and  Mrs.  Hinton  is  simply 
a  slave  to  the  children.  .  .  .  Why,  what  in  the 
world  have  you  been  dreaming  about?" 

"Eh,  what?  Oh,  yes,  I  daresay  I  was  only  napping." 
Mr.  Charteris  observed.  He  was  aware  that  within 
they  were  still  playing  a  riotous  two-step. 

James  Branch  Cabell. 

San  Francisco,  November,  1912. 

Miss  Anne  George,  translator  of  Dr.  Montessori's 
"The  Montessori  Method"  and  teacher  of  the  first 
Montessori  school  in  America,  in  Tarrytown  last  winter, 
will  be  in  charge  this  winter  of  a  Montessori  school  at 
the  home  of  Alexander  Graham  Bell  in  Washington. 
Miss  George,  who  has  just  returned  from  a  summer 
abroad,  is  the  only  American  pupil  whom  Dr.  Montes- 
sori has  yet  instructed. 

■!■      

Mrs.  Edith  Ogden  Harrison,  whose  novel  of  Canadian 
life,  "The  Lady  of  the  Snows,"  has  just  been  published 
by  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.,  is  the  wife  of  Mayor  Har- 
rison of  Chicago.  She  has  long  been  active  in  literary 
fields  and  has  published  a  series  of  popular  fairy  tales 
and  a  novel  of  Oriental  life. 


THE    SECLUDED   AND   NEGLECTED    PEN. 


Speed  Habits,  Engendered  by  Over-Much  Prosperity,  Have 
Crippled  Its  Best  Uses. 


"Where  is  the  pen?  She  is  on  the  desk,  between  the 
ink  and  the  paper." 

Not  so,  dear  little  yellow-covered  book.  She  no 
longer  lies  on  the  desk;  she  is  not  now  before  the  ink- 
stand or  beside  it,  for  she  has  swallowed  the  ink,  and  she 
is  in  the  man's  vest-pocket  with  the  pencil,  and  he — 
tlie  pencil,  not  the  man — probably  resents  her  presence 
and  envies  her  superiority.  If  it  is  the  right  kind  of 
pen — and  there  is  a  right  kind  of  fountain  pen — the  man 
finds  much  pleasure  in  the  change.  As  this  complaint 
is  pitched  in  a  dolorous  key  there  is  no  intention  of  cele- 
brating here  the  convenience,  the  joy,  of  possessing 
that  one  perfect  pen,  which  does  not  smear  the  fingers 
nor  sully  the  magnolia-blossom  vest  of  the  summer-time, 
yet  never  fails  to  brings  its  contents  to  the  point  when 
pressed. 

With  all  the  newly  invented  aids  to  writing — much 
more  efficacious,  by  the  way,  than  those  pretending  as- 
sistants to  cosmopolitan  speech,  such  as  "Russian  in 
Three  Weeks,"  "Spanish  While  You  Wait,"  "Esperanto 
at  a  Glance" — there  are  indications  that  its  uses  are 
being  restricted  rather  than  enlarged.  The  pen  roses 
of  yester-year  are  the  cabbages  of  this.  We  no  longer 
employ  the  pen  except  under  stress  and  in  the  most  utili- 
tarian way;  thousands  take  it  in  hand  only  to  scrawl  a 
signature  at  the  bottom  of  a  slip  or  a  sheet.  Even  the 
bookkeeper — accountant  or  recorder — presses  the  let- 
tered and  figured  buttons  and  the  machine-carriage 
ambles  away  with  his  minutes.  Few  indeed  write  at  all, 
except  for  a  stipend. 

In  other  words,  letter-writing  as  a  pleasure  or  as  an 
obligation  of  friendshin  is  not  merely  languishing,  it  is 
dead  as  the  duel.  Fifty  years  hence  magazine  editors 
and  book  publishers  will  search  in  vain  for  interest- 
stirring  personal  epistles  of  this  age.  As  surely  as  we 
have  no  Byron  and  no  Macaulay,  we  shall  have  no  "life 
and  letters"  of  twentieth-century  poets,  historians,  and 
statesmen.  The  last  of  the  classicists,  like  the  first,  were 
letter-writers,  and  they  are  as  cold  as  the  mossy  marbles 
of  Athens.  It  is  but  a  little  while  since  they  left  us. 
New  letters  of  Dickens,  Thackeray,  and  Du  Maurier 
were  published  only  a  year  or  so  ago.  Intimate  com- 
munications of  Stevenson,  Meredith,  and  Mark  Twain 
are  even  now  being  lifted  from  the  pages  of  periodicals 
for  compact  preservation  at  the  hands  of  the  binder. 
Civil  War  time  notes  of  Charles  Eliot  Norton  have  just 
been  laid  before  the  readers  of  that  monthly  whose 
name  is  to  American  literature  as  salt  to  the  sea.  But 
these  are  of  the  generation  that  has  passed.  There 
would  be  inspiration  in  the  belief  that  they  will  have 
immediate  successors,  but  there  is  seemingly  no  founda- 
tion for  such  belief. 

For  a  hundred  examples  of  the  art  possessed  by  manu- 
script-makers of  the  last  half  of  the  nineteenth  century 
see  those  volumes  of  the  past  year,  delightful  records 
and  reminiscences  of  two  great  New  York  publishing 
houses — Harper's  and  Putnam's.  The  clear  thought, 
the  apt  expression,  the  grace,  the  leisure,  of  the  writers 
of  that  time  make  even  their  business  letters  fit  for 
the  treasure-houses  of  the  press.  The  novelists,  the 
playwrights,  the  journalists,  of  today  do  not  give  their 
time  to  such  compositions.  Time  and  leisure  are  the 
vanishing  angels  that  bear  away  the  golden  accom- 
plishment. 

This  is  the  day  of  hurry,  of  speed.  Nobody  writes 
a  letter  now  of  more  than  fifty  words.  And  if  the 
message  is  sent  by  daylight  it  is  cut  to  ten,  hyphenated 
figures  counting  as  two.  With  the  assistance  of  the 
universal  code  it  may  be  reduced  to  one  word  of  eleven 
letters.  Thus  the  abracadabra  of  dispatch,  curtness, 
and  pen  paralysis. 

Not  upon  the  typewriter  but  the  automobile  should 
the  burden  of  blame  be  placed.  Historians  of  the  fu- 
ture will  date  the  downfall  of  letters  from  the  inven- 
tion of  pneumatic  tires  and  the  perfection  of  the  gas 
engine.  He  who  runs  may  write  as  well  as  read,  but 
he  who  rides  on  air,  propelled  by  two  thousand  explo- 
sions to  the  minute,  will  keep  his  gaze  glued  to  the 
road  before  him,  as  his  reeling  machine  swiftly  un- 
reels the  miles.  Read  an  index  of  the  times  in  that 
newspaper  story  of  thej-ecent  departure  of  a  new  writer 
from  New  York  for  the  Old  World.  Six  months  ago 
he  was  an  actor,  his  daily  needs  overtopping  his  weekly 
income.  He  wrote  a  successful  play  and  in  a  few 
weeks  his  accumulated  profits  enabled  him  to  start 
across  the  ocean  for  an  automobile  tour  which  should 
zigzag  through  seven  countries.  Next  spring  he  will 
return  and  sum  up  his  experiences  with  the  remark  that 
the  best  roads  of  Europe  are  to  be  found  in  Northern 
Africa — in  Algiers,  to  be  exact. 

A  writer  should  not  be  able  to  afford  such  world- 
flights  away  from  leisure.  The  rewards  of  literature 
are  grown  too  munificent.  Our  literary  fellows  are  re- 
ceiving too  many  shillings  a  word.  In  the  time  of 
Dumas  and  Grub  Street  they  were  paid  by  the  line.  The 
French  artist  caused  the  new  scale  to  be  brought  in  by 
filling  his  pages  with  lines  of  one  word — "Bien  I" — 
"Xon!" — "Helas!"  To  checkmate  such  avaricious  at- 
tacks the  publishers  abandoned  the  line  for  a  measure- 
ment not  so  easily  manipulated  by  greed  or  necessity. 
This  should  have  operated  against  polysyllables,  and 
may  have  done  so,  but  that  idea  is  a  by-path  for  Ba- 
conians. 

Incorrigible  humanity  no  sooner  receives  a  gift  from 
nature  than  it  strives  to  find  bad  uses  for  it.     At  the 


moment  the  new  smooth  wall  is  dry  and  white  comes 
the  boy  with  a  piece  of  charcoal.  Divine  music  had 
hardly  become  understood  when  some  imp  invented  the 
accordeon.  So,  when  high  prices  became  the  fashion 
in  the  literary  world,  accepting  without  argument  the 
contention  that  it  lagged  unconscionably,  the  writers 
almost  without  exception  turned  it  to  vain  and  destruc- 
tive uses. 

Much  greater  loss  than  that  of  the  truth  that  is 
beauty  may  be  discovered  in  the  competitive  making 
of  the  best  seller.  There  are  other  and  more  danger- 
ous forces  than  that  of  the  torrent  in  the  flood  of  books 
and  magazine  stories  that  fills  the  old  channels  and 
every  season  breaks  out  new  ones.  Old  landmarks  will 
not  be  swept  away,  but  the  stuff  of  which  the  new  ones 
might  be  made  will  be  discolored  and  crumbled.  We 
are  not  building  temples  or  even  wayside  shrines  now. 
Just  an  arrow  on  a  pine  board  at  the  forks  of  the 
road  seems  sufficient,  save  where  the  selfish  few  who 
are  forced  to  walk  have  put  up  petulant  protests — 
"Slow  down  to  70  miles  an  hour." 

Symbols  are  as  caviare;  better  plain  facts  of  record. 
Old  letters  that  are  read  in  the  books  we  take  up  again 
and  again  were  not  the  largesse  of  luxurious  ease. 
They  tell  of  effort,  of  injustice,  of  sorrow;  they  attack 
and  they  defend;  they  breathe  the  philosophy,  the  com- 
passion and  love  that  bud  and  bloom  in  solitude  and 
meditation.  They  were  penned  with  thoughtful  care, 
if  not  in  leisure  in  hours  of  well  ordered  and  unhurried 
achievement.  Not  one  of  them  speaks  the  mind  or  the 
word  of  him  who  has  just  been  hurled  in  an  open  car 
through  two  hundred  miles  of  scenery.  How  difficult 
to  get  away  from  metaphor !  It  is  not  meant  to  assert 
that  all  present-day  authors  with  princely  incomes 
spend  their  hours  of  sunshine  in  the  padded  embrace 
of  an  automobile  seat.  There  are  other  rapid  amuse- 
ments. And  the  dulling  of  taste  and  ambition,  the  suf- 
focation of  the  fancy,  the  atrophy  of  the  imagination, 
result  as  well  from  sleek  prosperity. 

Fifteen  years  ago  a  story  or  sketch  of  five  thousand 
words  that  brought  its  author  fifty  dollars  was  con- 
sidered well  sold.  Few,  even  from  writers  of  wide- 
established  reputation,  were  accepted  at  a  higher  rate. 
Today  many  such,  signed  with  names  that  are  unfa- 
miliar to  the  general  reader,  are  paid  for  at  the  rate 
of  fifty  to  sixty  dollars  a  thousand  words.  Three  hun- 
dred dollars  for  a  short  story,  written  in  two  evenings 
after  the  day's  work  was  over,  by  a  newspaper  man 
whose  regular  salary  is  thirty-five  dollars  a  week,  is 
not  a  record-breaking  price.  It  is  not  in  human  nature 
to  withstand  the  temptations  that  grow  out  of  such 
incidents — temptations  to  the  unqualified  as  well  as  to 
the  fit.  The  cause  of  literature  is  not  aided  by  these 
developments  of  the  advertising  age. 

Reports  of  a  deficit  in  the  postal  service  are  beyond 
wonder.  The  postage  paid  on  manuscripts,  at  letter 
rates,  should  meet  all  the  expenses  of  the  department 
if  there  is  the  smallest  margin  of  profit  in  first-class 
mail  rates.  Readers  in  publishing  offices  work  over- 
time steadily.  Every  periodical  that  buys  fiction  has 
abundance  of  offered  material.  Yet  there  are  never 
good  stories  enough.  High  prices  and  eager  demands 
do  not  create  literary  genius.  Nor  do  they  spur  to 
extraordinary  effort  the  fortunate  ones  who  suit  the 
market. 

Among  the  volumes  of  the  season  is  one  written  by 
a  historian  and  philosopher  of  the  old  school.  It  is  the 
story  of  a  four  months'  journey  by  steamship  and  rail- 
way coach  through  regions  often  described  though  sel- 
dom well  appraised.  The  book  is  more  than  a  delight, 
for  to  a  horizon-sweeping  gaze,  a  trained  habit  of  selec- 
tion, and  unusual  powers  of  description,  the  author  has 
added  the  reflections  and  analysis  of  a  mind  stored  with 
the  histories  of  individuals  and  of  races,  of  schools  of 
art  and  of  political  systems.  In  every  paragraph  of 
the  work  is  the  evidence  of  enthusiasm  and  sincerity. 
It  could  not  have  been  written  by  one  whose  impulses 
were  in  any  way  affected  by  the  prizes  of  the  literary 
mart.  Yet  this  book  will  be  sought  twenty-five,  fifty, 
years  from  now,  when  not  one  in  a  thousand  of  others 
that  came  from  the  presses  this  year  can  be  found,  even 
in  a  catalogue.  Of  the  few  men  in  public  life  today 
who  can  and  do  write  letters  that  will  one  day  be 
printed,  and  read  with  abiding  interest  and  pleasure, 
this  scholar  and  statesman  is  a  conspicuous  example. 
His  life  has  been  a  long,  a  busy,  and  a  fruitful  one,  but 
the  charm  of  thoughtful  leisure  illuminates  all  his  work. 
One  can  readily  picture  him  in  his  studv,  pen  in  hand. 

And  so  let  us  come  back  again  to  the  pen.  She  is 
still  the  best  friend  and  the  worst  enemy  of  man.  The 
typewriter  is  a  valuable,  an  indispensable  aid,  and  the 
stenographer — to  one  who  has  acquired  the  weird  fa- 
cility of  thinking  aloud,  and  in  a  straight  course — is 
scarcely  less  important;  but  we  should  not  quit  the 
company  of  the  pen.  Tales  of  fancy  and  feeling  come 
best  by  her  light  touch,  drawn  from  the  ink  as  silk  is 
unwound  from  the  spool.  Poetry  can  not  be  dictated 
or  clicked  out  on  a  typewriter.  So  two  poets,  at  least, 
aver.  And  letters,  real  letters,  the  fairest,  the  sweetest- 
scented  flowers  of  thought,  come  into  being  only  by  her 
ministrations.  Above  all,  she  is  the  one  weapon  pot  en  I 
against  the  greatest  danger  of  the  age,  the  hurry  to  1» 
done  and  away  that  betrays  and  murders  art. 

G.  L.  S. 
^«^ 

The  author  of  "By-Paths  in  Collecting"  is  Virginia 
Robie,  one  of  the  editors  of  the  House  Beautiful,  and  an 
authority  of  wide  experience  on  all  matters  relating  to 
old   mahogany   and   oak,    seventeenth  rthen- 

ware,  eighteenth-century  porcelain. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


A  NEW  PORTRAIT  OF  MOTHER  EARTH. 


The  First  Map  of  the  World  Drawn  in  Truth. 

« 

"The  three  corners  of  the  world." — King  John. 
"When  I  see  on  one  side  this  luxuriant  foliage  of  sand,  the 
creation  of  an  hour,  I  am  affected  as  if  in  a  peculiar  sense  I 
stood  in  the  laboratory  of  the  artist  who  made  the  world  and 
n]e — llad  come  to  where  he  was  still  at  work,  sporting  on  this 
bank,  and  with  excess  of  energy  strewing  his  fresh  designs 
about.  I  feel  as  if  I  were  nearer  to  the  vitals  of  the  globe, 
for  this  sandy  overflow  is  something  such  a  foliaceous  mass 
as  the  vitals  of  the  animal  body.  You  find  thus  in  the  very 
sands  an  anticipation  of  the  vegetable  leaf.  No  wonder  that 
the  earth  expresses  itself  outwardly  in  leaves  it  so  labors 
with  the  idea  inwardly.  The  atoms  have  already  learned  this 
law  and  the  overhanging  leaf  sees  here  its  prototype.  Inter- 
nally, whether  in  the  globe  or  animal  body,  it  is  a  moist  thick 
lobe,  a  word  especially  applicable  to  the  liver  and  lungs  and 
the  leaves  of  fat  (labor,  lapsus  to  flow  or  slip  downwards, 
a  lapsing :  globus,  lobe  globe ;  also  lap  flap,  and  many  other 
words).  ~  Externally  a  dry  thin  leaf,  even  as  the  f  and  v  are  a 
pressed  and  dried  b.  The  radicals  of  lobe  are  lb,  the  soft  mass 
of  the  b  (single  lobed  or  B  double  lobed)  with  the  liquid  1 
behind  it  pressing  it  forward.  In  globe,  gib,  the  gutteral  g 
adds  to  the  meaning  of  the  capacity  of  the  throat.  The 
feathers  and  wings  of  birds  are  still  drier  and  thinner  leaves. 
Thus  also  vou  pass  from  the  lumpish  grub  in  the  earth  to 
the  airy  and  fluttering  butterfly.  The  very  globe  continually 
transcends  and  translates  itself,  and  becomes  winged  in  its 
orbit." — Thorcau's  "Walden." 


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FIG.   1. 
The   new   land    map    of   the   world,   nicknamed   "The   Butterfly 
Map."     This  is  shown  to  the  same  scale  as  the  four  cuts 
in  Fig.  2. 

Xo  doubt  the  commentators  have  their  explanations, 
but  just  why  Shakespeare  speaks  of  the  three  corners 
of  the  earth,  when  a  sphere  has  no  corners  and  the 
accepted  notion  of  dividing  the  great  space  of  outdoors 
has  always  been  in  four  cardinal  quarters,  is  one  of 
those  mysteries  of  poetic  prescience  that  all  can  won- 
der at  and  none  explain.  Whether  Shakespeare  knew 
the  geographical  facts  or  not,  no  scientist  could  have 
expressed  the  truth  more  accurately.  The  world  is 
literally  three-cornered — that  is  to  say,  the  dry,  habit- 
able nart  of  it  is.  Careful  study  of  a  globe  reveals  this 
fact  to  anybody  prepared  to  look  for  it.  One  corner 
ends  in  America,  one  in  Africa,  and  one  in  Asia — that 
is  to  say,  the  Austral  part  of  Asia.  But  it  is  difficult 
to  realize  this  because  of  the  quite  baffling  fact  that 
you  can  never  see  more 'than  about  a  third  of  a  globe 
at  the  same  time,  and  as  fast  as  new  regions  appear 
on  one  side  the  old  ones  recede  on  the  other.  The  pub- 
lished maps  of  the  world  do  not  make  this  matter  clear 
at  all.  From  none  of  them  in  common  use  does  one 
get  the  notion  that  the  land  radiates  from  the  North 
Pole  on  one  side  of  the  world  in  three  streamers  about 
equally  spaced  and  well  hooked  under  the  sphere  as 
through  three  fingers  grasped  an  orb  and  the  opposing 
thumb  but  touched  it  in  a  spot. 

And  this  brings  us  to  consider  a  curious  and  quite 
remarkable  fact.  In  spite  of  the  profound  calculation 
of  cartographers,  the  diligence  of  map-makers,  and  the 
accurate  knowledge  we  have  of  the  earth  in  detail,  no 
one  yet  has  seen  a  true  picture  of  the  world  as  a  whole 
in  one  continuous  map.  Such  a  thing  does  not  exist: 
is  nowhere  in  print.  You  can  not  find  it  in  any  geogra- 
phy, atlas,  or  encyclopedia.  On  Mercator's  chart  (Fig. 
2)  the  land  is  preposterously  exaggerated  towards  the 
poles.  In  Mollweide's  map  it  is  cramped  at  the  poles 
and  quite  absurdly  twisted  and  drawn  out  at  the  edges, 
as  though  viewed  in  a  comic  mirror.  Yet  both  these 
are  gravely  engraved  from  one  generation  to  another 
authentic  portraits  of  the  face  of  the  earth!  As 
each  is  so  unlike  the  other  it  is  not  suprising  that  nei- 
ther of  them  resembles  the  thing  it  represents,  to  put 
the  Euclidian  axiom  to  an  inverted  use.  Other  familiar 
maps  show  the  world  in  twin  small  discs  or  one  big 
disc.  All  these  so-called  projections  have  been  sol- 
emnly worked  out  with  an  amazing  amount  of  mathe- 
matics but  a  ludicrous  disregard  of  the  consequences. 
Far  be  it  from  me  to  speak  flippantly  of  the  sublime 
science  of  mathematics  in  its  loftiest  reaches,  but  your 
mathematician  can  and  often  does  take  that  extra  fatal 
step  the  poet  speaks  of.  In  this  very  matter  of  map 
projection  the  results  of  mathematicians  have  always 
seemed  to  the  writer  to  have  a  large  element  of  wdtat 
is  really  ridiculous.  They  remind  one  of  the  tortured 
i  onings  of  mediaeval  metaphysicians:  all  kinds  of 
profound  logic  culminating  in  ali  kinds  of  foolish  con- 
clusions. Our  world  maps  have  too  much  science  and 
too  little  sense.  Does  the  reader  doubt  it?  If  so  let 
him  answer  this  question:  Is  there  any  relation  be- 
tween a  disc,  a  rectangle,  or  an  ellipse  on  the  one  hand 
and  the  surf-ice  of  a  sphere  on  the  other?  There  is 
none  wltatrwr.  If  the  reader  is  still  doubtful,  let  us 
put  the  question  in  another  form.  It  is  a  poor  rule 
thai  won't  vork  both  ways.  The  problem  of  laying 
sin  (ace  of  geometric  forms  is  termed  by  the 
tela  on  stereography  "developing  the  coverings 


of  solids."  The  word  "covering"  is  here  used  in  a 
strictly  scientific  sense.  Let  us  reverse  the  problem 
then,  forget  the  scientific  side,  and  inquire  how  one 
would  cut  a  piece  of  leather  to  make  the  covering  of  a 
baseball  ?  As  every  one  knows,  there  are  several  prac- 
tical ways  in  which  this  could  be  done.  The  leather 
might  be  cut  in  gores  like  the  markings  of  a  muskmelon 
or  in  lateral  strips  as  when  one  peels  an  apple,  or,  best 


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FIG.  2. 
The  uppermost  cut  represents  the  world  as  it  actually  is,  land 
and  water.     The  lower  three  cuts  are  various  versions  of 
the  same.     Compare   the  facts  as  shown  in  the  top  cut 
with  the  other  four  versions  as  to  size  and  shape. 

of  all,  in  two  sections  shaped  somewhat  like  dumb- 
bells. There  are  thousands  of  forms  that  might  be  used 
if  the  number  of  seams  and  the  consequent  amount  of 
stitching  was  a  matter  of  no  concern.  But  the  few 
forms  that  one  would  not  think  of  trying,  the  forms 
that  are  on  the  face  of  it  impossible,  are,  if  you  please, 
the  circle,  the  ellipse,  and  the  rectangle,  the  very  forms 
which  the  mathematico-geosophical  experts  have  used 
for  generations,  and  which  are  still  used  in  our  geogra- 
phies, atlases,  and  encyclopaedias. 

In  no  conceivable  way  can  you  wrap  a  circular,  an 
oval,  or  a  square-cornered  piece  of  leather  around  a 
ball.  A  child  attempting  it  would  excite  amusement. 
If  a  learned  person  were  to  carefully  calculate  the 
exact  area  of  the  surface  of  the  ball  and  then  cut  a 
leather  ellipse  so  cunningly  that  the  long  axis  just  went 
round  the  centre  and  the  short  axis  reached  from  top 
to  bottom  and  the  surface  had  the  same  number  of 
square  inches  as  the  ball  to  ten  places  of  decimals, 
could  the  trick  be  done  then?  Of  course  not.  And 
the  learned  person  solemnly  attempting  it  would  be  an 
object  of  ridicule  this  time — not  amusement.  Yet  this 
is  precisely  the  way  Mollweide's  projection  is  made. 
To  work  out  the  calculations  and  equations  needed  to 
produce  this  projection  is  a  task  likely  to  drive  one 
frantic,  yet  the  shape  of  the  continents  developed  by  it, 
when  all  is  said  and  done,  are  for  the  most  part  fan- 
tastic, form  being  so  utterly  sacrificed  to  formulas. 

It  is  doubtful  whether  any  one  gets  any  real  use  out 
of  Mollweide's  map  except  those  who  print  and  sell  it, 


because  the  eye  is  so  outraged  by  its  marginal  distor- 
tions. The  attempt  to  cover  a  ball  with  a  rectangle  is 
overcome  by  geographers  in  a  way  that  is  truly  sur- 
prising when  you  come  to  think  of  it.  Unable  to  make 
the  leather  covering  fit  the  ball,  they  make  the  ball  to 
fit  the  leather — and  the  sphere  becomes  a  cylinder — as 
though  one  should  play  baseball  with  a  paste-pot! 

As  a  matter  of  fact  Mercator's  projection  does  not 
yield  us  a  map,  but  a  sort  of  sailing  diagram,  a  wholly 
artificial  albeit  extremely  helpful  graphic  instrument 
for  the  use  of  mariners — ad  usum  navigantium  as  the 
old  title  reads  to  Gerhard  Kremer's  original  engraving. 
Its  deliberate  use  was  to  enable  one  to  steer  a  course, 
by  the  use  of  the  compass,  from  one  port  to  another. 
The  constant  and  growing  use  of  this  seaman's  chart 
for  landsmen's  purposes  is  really  a  sort  of  carto- 
graphical scandal — an  abuse  that  almost  calls  for  legal 
deterring  enactments.  Americans  should  resent  this 
map,  and  particularly  Californians,  as  will  be  seen  later 
on.  Professor  J.  Paul  Goode  of  the  Chicago  University 
says  "the  constant  use  of  the  Mercator  projection  tends 
to  teach  untruth  of  form  and  area,  so  that  we  of  North 
America  come  to  have  some  excuse  for  a  sort  of  geo- 
graphic 'big  head,'  as  the  phrase  runs;  and  I  suspect 
that  nine  out  of  ten  of  us  would  answer  off  hand  that 
North  America  is  a  great  deal  larger  than  Africa." 
What  virulent  form  of  megalocephaly  will  inflict  Green- 
landers  or  the  White  Esquimaux  when  they  learn  the 
use  of  maps  a  la  mode  is  appalling  to  think  of. 

It  is  said  that  Emperor  Wilhelm  enjoys  pondering 
over  world  maps,  and  of  course  all  the  chancelleries  of 
Europe  are  well  stocked  with  them.  Who  can  tell  but 
what  the  overwhelming  preponderance  of  the  Russian 
Empire,  on  the  map,  has  held  the  rest  of  Europe  in 
awe  for  a  couple  of  generations.  But  while  Russia 
shrinks  enormously  when  drawn  on  an  accurate  map, 
India,  Africa,  and  Australia  remain  much  the  same. 
Consequently  they  seem  much  more  important  in  com- 
parison with  the  rest  of  the  world.  If,  however,  the 
dominion  of  the  Bear  in  the  Old  World  is  diminished, 
that  of  the  Lion  is  enlarged. 

In  the  New  World  the  mainland  of  Canada  on  a 
rational  man  will  shrink  to  something  less  than  the 
mainland  of  the  United  States,  instead  of  showing  more 
than  twice  its  size.  And  in  comparison  with  North 
America  our  sister  republics  of  the  south,  though  re- 
maining the  same  absolutely,  will,  in  a  relative  sense, 
appear  much  larger  and  more  important. 

But  the  gigantic  and  wholesale  illusions  of  Mer- 
cator's map — now  used  in  every  school  house,  text- 
book, atlas,  and  transportation  office  throughout  the 
entire  world — are  not  confined  to  exaggeration  and  dis- 
tortion of  the  land  areas.  On  this  map,  for  example, 
an  actual  mile  of  ice  floe  at  the  pole  would  have  to 
appear  as  wide  as  the  equator — that  is,  twenty-four 
thousand  miles  long. 

A  sea  trip  from  Norway  to  Labrador  in  latitude  60 
appears  to  be  exactly  the  same  length  as  one  from  the 
west  of  Africa  to  Yucatan  in  latitude  20.  At  least  this 
is  the  impression  that  one  gets  from  the  Mercator  chart. 
In  reality  the  southern  trip  is  four  thousand  miles, 
while  the  northern  one  is  but  two  thousand  miles — just 
twice  the  distance;  an  error  of  100  per  cent.  If  the  true 
great  circle  curve  were  shown  on  the  map  the  error 
would  be  still  further  exaggerated,  because  the  curve 
of  this  course  increases  as  you  go  north,  and  the  bigger 
the  loop  the  longer  the  voyage  looks. 

This  brings  us  to  consider  another  feature  of  this 
wholly  misleading  map.  We  of  San  Francisco  are  now 
nearing  one  of  the  great  events  in  our  city's  short  but 
stirring  history.  The  International  Exposition  of  1915 
to  celebrate  the  opening  of  the  Panama  Canal  is  a 
world  event  that  should  surely  express  itself  somehow 
on  a  world  map.  As  a  matter  of  fact  if  you  turn  to 
Mercator's  version — and  that  is  about  the  only  one  that 
you  can  consult  at  present — you  will,  if  you  trust  your 
own  eyesight,  come  to  some  very  curious  conclusions. 
You  will  see  that  the  Hawaiian  Islands  lie  directly  in 
the  line  between  Panama  and  Yokohama.  Now  since 
the  Islands  are  some  2000  miles  from  San  Francisco 
you  will  naturally  wonder  in  what  relation,  if  any,  San 
Francisco  stands  with  reference  to  the  sea-born  trade 
between  the  ports  of  the  Atlantic  and  the  Orient.  Hon- 
olulu appears  to  be  the  natural  port  of  call  for  all  this 
trade,  and  San  Francisco  is  not  only  not  on  the  route 
to  Japan,  but  decidedly  off  the  route  by  at  least  one 
thousand  five  hundred  miles.  If  the  map,  however,  is 
marked  with  bold  red  steamer  routes  linking  up  the 
southern  ports  with  San  Francisco  and  thence  passing 
across  to  Japan  one  may  reasonably  suspect  some  form 
of  faking  due  to  the  boomer's  enthusiasm  or  the  guile 
of  crafty  transportation  companies.  In  truth  it  is  the 
map  that  is  guilty  of  deception,  and  not  the  men  who 
mark  the  routes.  The  real  course  that  a  bird  or  an 
airship  would  take  to  get  from  Panama  to  Yokohama 
does  not  go  out  west  into  the  Pacific  -at  all.  It  passes 
through  the  Gulf  of  Mexico  to  Galveston,  thence  in  a 
northwesterly  direction  through  Texas,  hundreds  of 
miles  east  of  San  Francisco,  out  into  the  ocean  some- 
where along  the  coast  of  Washington,  up  to  Alaska, 
nearly,  thence  southwesterly  down  to  Japan !  This 
great  circle  route  can  be  clearly  and  accurately  traced 
on  the  map  shown  at  the  head  of  this  article  by  drawing 
a  pencil  line  straight  from  the  Canal  Zone  to  the  Jap- 
anese coast.  On  a  map  made  on  these  lines  one  sees 
at  a  glance  that  every  Pacific  seaport  from  Panama  to 
Portland  lies  on  the  direct  shortest  and  cheapest  route 
between  all  ports  of  Europe  and  the  Eastern,  Atlantic, 
and  Gulf  states  and  the  Pacific  coast  of  Asia  via  Japan. 
Greater  San  Francisco  is  the  largest  and  most  impor- 


November  23,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


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tant  of  all  ports  on  this  run,  with  the  best  harbor  and 
cheapest  fuel,  and  of  course  the  natural  centre  to  cele- 
brate the  completion  of  the  government's  wonderful 
work  at  Panama.  But  you  would  never  suspect  this 
from  a  study  of  Mercator's  misleading  map. 


Picture  of  a  butterfly  found  in  India,  showing  Hues  of  latitude 
and  longitude  and  called  the  "Map  Butterfly." — Illustrated 
London  Nezvs,  November  2,  1912. 

II. 

It  was  the  inadequacy  of  the  world  maps  now  in  use 
that  started  the  writer,  an  architect  by  profession,  in 
quest  of  a  rational  projection.  It  can  not  be  too  plainly 
stated  that  the  preceding  criticisms  of  world  maps  are 
in  no  way  directed  against  the  makers  of  regional  maps. 
This  work,  to  which  the  profoundest  scientists  have 
contributed,  is  now  brought  to  a  state  of  perfection 
absolutely  above  criticism.  It  was,  then,  to  the  prob- 
lem of  showing  the  whole  world  in  one  continuous 
map  that  the  author  addressed  himself.  Three  times 
in  five  years  victory  seemed  to  be  at  hand.  In  each 
case  the  result  was  abandoned  and  the  quest  begun 
again.  The  long,  unsuccessful  road  has  been  tedious 
and  discouraging.  Finally  the  search  came  to  an  end 
in  complete  success.  Some  account  of  the  author's 
essays  and  the  final  solution  has  been  published  in  the 
Scottish  Geographical  Magazine.  In  a  subsequent  num- 
ber a  writer  in  the  same  magazine  who  so  far  mastered 
the  map  as  to  point  out  a  minor  error  (which  the  au- 
thor, too,  had  meantime  discovered)  printed  the  fol- 
lowing: 

Every  one  who  is  interested  in  the  teaching  of  geography 
should  hail  with  satisfaction  the  production  of  a  map  of  the 
world  based  on  the  method  suggested  by  Mr.  Cahill  in  his 
paper  in  the  September  number  of  this  magazine.  No  projec- 
tion of  the  hemispheres,  stereographic  or  globular,  no  equal 
area  projection  of  the  whole  of  the  earth's  surface,  no 
gnomonic  and  no  cylindrical  projection  can  give  at  once  such 
a  comprehensive  and  accurate  representation  of  the  globe  as 
the  map  which  is  there  shown. — "A  New  Land  Map  of  the 
World,"  by  Stephen  Smith,  B.  Sc.,  F.  R.  S.  G.  S.— Scottish 
Geographical  Magazine,  November,    1909,   page  600. 

It  is  of  course  impossible  to  lay  the  surface  of  a  globe 
flat  on  a  plane.  The  compromise  in  this  case  was 
effected  by  considering  the  problem  from  the  viewpoint 
of  a  "covering"  on  a  sphere  that  must  be  so  cut  as  to 
allow  its  development  in  a  plane  with  the  minimum  of 
distortion.  It  was  this  departure  from  the  purely 
mathematical  method  that  probably  led  the  president  of 
the  Carnegie  Institution  of  Washington  to  remind  the 
author  that  he  was  an  amateur — Dr.  Woodward  forgot 
that  an  architect's  whole  career  is  concerned  with  pro- 
jections from  morning  until  night.  Every  drawing  an 
architect  makes  from  first  sketches  to  final  details  is 
some  form  of  projection,  so  that  he  is  necessarily  very 
much  more  familiar  with  the  idea  than  the  geographer, 
who  may  not  concern  himself  with  the  subject  at  all. 
Moreover,  the  dome,  the  vault,  the  cupola,  and  the  ro- 
tunda are  all  globular  problems  that  he  has  to  tackle 
sooner  or  later  in  his  career.  Finally  an  architect  must 
have  a  highly  developed  sense  of  form,  whereas  it  is 
not  essential  and  may  be  lacking  in  the  geographer  or 
mathematician.  Barring  this  specimen  of  faint  praise, 
encouragement  and  appreciation  have  come  to  the  au- 
thor from  cartographers  and  professors  of  the  leading 
universities  of  the  world,  including  London.  Paris,  Ber- 
lin, Oxford,  Edinburgh,  Harvard,  Yale,  Columbia,  Chi- 
cago, and  California. 

Fortunatelv  the  method  of  projection  has  been  made 
most  easy  of  explanation  by  simple  mechanical  means 
that  a  child  can  grasp  in  an  instant.  While  the  projec- 
tion took  five  years  to  invent,  the  toy  that  explains  it 
took  but  five  minutes.  An  explanation  of  this  will  be 
the  best  explanation  of  the  map  and  the  general  method 
of  its  construction. 

Let  the  reader  imagine  that  he  holds  in  his  hand  a 
child's  hollow  rubber  ball  a  couple  of  inches  in  diame- 
ter. On  this  the  lines  of  latitude  and  longitude  are 
drawn  every  twenty-two  and  a  half  degrees  apart  and 
the  world's  outlines  filled  in  as  correctly  and  minutely 
as  you  please.  It  is  now  a  miniature  rubber  globe  dif- 
fering in  no  respect  from  the  standard  geographical 
ones.  Now  let  us  conceive  that  the  equator  is  shown 
in  red  ink,  also  that  longitude  22*^  degrees  west  of 
Greenwich  is  shown  in  red  all  the  way  round.  Let  us 
also  mark  in  red  another  line  of  longitude  at  right 
angles  to  this  one.  These  three  great  circles  in  red 
will  be  found  to  cross  one  another  at  right  angles  at 
six  different  points  or  nodes.     Two  of  these  are  the 


poles ;  the  remaining  four  are  all  on  the  equator,  and 
let  it  be  noted,  all  well  out  in  the  ocean. 

We  now  have  the  surface  of  the  globe  divided  by 
these  red  lines  into  eight  absolutely  equal  parts,  four 
north  and  four  south  of  the  equator,  each  exactly  90 
degrees  of  latitude  wide  and  90  degrees  of  longitude 
high.  It  must  be  noted  that  it  is  impossible  to  draw 
more  than  three  great  circles  around  a  sphere  that  in- 
tersect each  other  at  right  angles.  On  the  red  "lines  of 
scission"  the  reader  is  now  supposed  to  cut  with  a 
sharp  knife  a  Latin  cross  at  each  of  the  six  points  of 
intersection.  Each  arm  of  these  crosses  must  extend 
22^4  degrees  from  the  centre — that  is  to  say,  that  each 
cut  reaches  to  the  next  black  line  of  latitude  or  longi- 
tude. Four  more  cuts  are  made  to  liberate  the  south- 
ern lobes  from  each  other  and  one  cut  on  any  of  the 
four  northern  red  meridians,  and  the  rubber  globe  can 
be  laid  out  on  the  table  exactly  as  shown  in  Figure  1. 
The  globe  is  literally  laid  flat  with  so  little  distortion 
that  it  does  not  even  crack  the  color  on  the  surface. 
The  illustration  may  be  homely  and  mechanical,  but  it 
is  absolutely  convincing.  On  releasing  the  pressure 
necessary  to  flatten  the  eight  lobes  the  rubber  map 
jumps  back  to  its  spherical  form  and  once  more  be- 
comes a  globe.  B.  J.  S.  Cahill. 

San  Francisco,  November,  1912. 

BOOKS  AND  BOOKMEN. 


Ian    Maclaren's   Four   Essays    on    Literature  Are    Like    the 
Record  of  a  Secret  Friendship. 

♦ 

Ian  Maclaren  has  reached  that  enviable  literary  posi- 
tion where  the  name  of  the  author  has  greater  weight 
than  his  subject-matter.  When  he  wrote  "Beside  the 
Bonny  Briar  Bush"  he  equipped  all  his  future  writings 
with  a  perpetual  passport  to  popularity,  a  passport  ren- 
dered even  more  effective  by  the  four  essays,  or 
causcrieSj  now  before  us.  They  are  entitled  "Books  and 
Bookmen,"  "Humor:  An  Analysis,"  "Robert  Burns," 
and  "The  Waverley  Novels." 

The  bookman,  says  the  author,  is  born,  not  made. 
He  tells  us  of  one  of  his  lecture  chairmen,  who  intro- 
duced him  proudly  to  "my  library,"  and  then  pro- 
pounded the  question,  "What  do  you  think  of  that?" 
and  that  was  without  question  a  very  large  and  ornate 
and  costly  mahogany  bookcase: 

"What/'  was  question  two,  "do  you  think  I  paid  for  that?" 
It  was  a  hopeless  catechism,  for  I  had  never  possessed  any- 
thing like  that,  and  none  of  my  friends  had  in  their  homes 
anything  like  that,  and  in  my  wildest  moments  I  had  never 
asked  the  price  of  such  a  thing  as  that.  As  it  loomed  up  be- 
fore me  in  its  speckless  respectability  and  insolence  of  solid 
wealth  my  English  sense  of  reverence  for  money  awoke,  and 
I  confessed  that  this  matter  was  too  high  for  me;  but  even 
then,  casting  a  glance  of  deprecation  in  its  direction,  I  noticed 
that  was  almost  filled  by  a  single  work,  and  I  wondered  what 
it  could  be.  "Cost  £80  if  it  cost  a  penny,  and  I  bought  it 
second-hand  in  perfect  condition  for  £17,  5s.,  with  the  books 
thrown  in — All  the  Year  Round  from  the  beginning  in  half 
calf" ;  and  then  we  returned  in  procession  to  the  drawing- 
room,  where  my  patron  apologized  for  our  absence,  and  ex- 
plained that  when  two  bookmen  got  together  over  books  it 
was  difficult  to  tear  them  away.  He  was  an  admirable  chair- 
man, for  he  occupied  no  time  with  a  review  of  literature  in 
his  address,  and  he  slept  without  being  noticed  through  mine 
(which  is  all  I  ask  of  a  chairman),  and  so  it  may  seem  un- 
grateful, but  in  spite  of  "that"  and  any  books,  even  Spenser 
and  Chaucer,  which  that  might  have  contained,  this  Maecenas 
of  an  evening  was  not  a  bookman. 

But  Mr.  Maclaren  can  appreciate  literary  discrimi- 
nation when  he  finds  it,  and  so  he  tells  the  following 
story  with  something  akin  to  enthusiasm: 

It  is  said,  and  now  I  am  going  to  turn  the  application  of  a 
pleasant  anecdote  upside  down,  that  a  colonial  squatter,  having 
made  his  pile  and  bethinking  himself  of  his  soul,  wrote  home 
to  an  old  friend  to  send  him  out  some  chests  of  books,  as 
many  as  he  thought  fit,  and  the  best  that  he  could  find.  His 
friend  was  so  touched  by  this  sign  of  grace  that  he  spent  a 
month  of  love  over  the  commission,  and  was  vastly  pleased 
when  he  sent  off,  in  the  best  editions  and  in  pleasant  binding, 
the  very  essence  of  English  literature.  It  was  a  disappoint- 
ment that  the  only  acknowledgment  of  his  trouble  came  on 
a  postcard,  to  say  that  the  consignment  had  arrived  in  good 
condition.  A  year  afterwards,  so  runs  the  story,  he  received 
a  letter  which  was  brief  and  to  the  point.  "Have  been 
working  over  the  books,  and  if  anything  new  has  been  writ- 
ten by  William  Shakespeare  or  John  Milton,  please  send  it 
out."  I  believe  this  is  mentioned  as  an  instance  of  bar- 
barism. It  can  not  be  denied  that  it  showed  a  certain  igno- 
rance of  the  history  of  literature,  which  might  be  excused 
in  a  bushman,  but  it  also  proved,  which  is  much  more  impor- 
tant, that  he  had  the  smack  of  letters  in  him,  for  being  turned 
loose  without  the  guide  of  any  training  in  this  wide  field,  he 
fixed  as  by  instinct  on.  the  two  classics  of  the  English  tongue. 

The  author  asks  us  to  pity  the  clergyman  who  hap- 
pens to  be  a  humorist.  The  stake  is  so  much  greater 
for  him  and  a  lapse  from  solemnity  may  mean  so  much: 

But  if  you  come  to  one's  daily  calling  and  make  the  two 
exceptions  of  literature  and  caricature  in  art,  who  has  not 
suffered  through  the  affliction  of  humor  ?  If  the  humorist, 
and  I  am  not  now  speaking  of  a  merely  jocose  person,  but  of 
one  who  has  a  real  palate  for  comedy,  happens  to  be  a  clergy- 
man, then  he  runs  the  greatest  risk  in  his  association  with 
good  people,  for  with  a  few  exceptions,  which  are  only  tole- 
rated and  apologized  for,  this  class  will  say  things  in  all  seri- 
ousness which  such  a  man  will  not  be  able  to  resist,  and  one 
brief  break-down  may  ruin  his  character  for  life.  He  will 
be  afraid  to  attend  a  religious  meeting,  lest  some  worthy 
speaker,  having  raised  his  audience  to  the  highest  pitch  of 
pious  expectation,  should  topple  over  into  an  anti-climax ; 
and  funerals  will  be  to  him  a  double  trial,  because  comedy 
lies  so  near  to  tragedy.  It  gets  upon  this  poor  man's  nerves 
when  a  neighbor  whom  he  has  seen  coming  along  the  street, 
round-faced  and  chirpy,  enters  the  room  with  an  expression 
of  dolorous  woe,  shakes  hands  with  the  undertaker  instead 
of  the  chief  mourner,  and  is  heard  to  remark  with  much 
unction  and  a  sigh  which  stirs  the  atmosphere,  "There  today 
and  here  tomorrow,  much  missed."  One  unhappy  clergyman 
still  blushes  with  shame  as  he  recalls  an  incident  of  his  early 
days  when,  in  a  northern  city,  he  was  sent  to  take  a  funeral 
service  in  the  kitchen  of  a  workingman's  house.  They  sat 
round  him,  eight  Scots  artisans,  each  in  his  Sunday  blacks, 
with  his  pipe  projecting  from  his  waistcoat  pocket,  and  his 
hat   below   his   chair,   looking   with   awful,    immovable    counte- 


nance into  the  eternities.  It  seemed  irreverent  to  speak  to 
any  one  of  the  graven  images,  but  the  poor  minister  required 
to  know  something  about  the  man  who  had  died,  and  so  he 
ventured  to  ask  the  figure  next  him  in  a  whisper  what  the 
deceased  had  been?  Whereupon  the  figure  answered  with  a 
loud,  clear  voice,  "I  dinna  ken  myself,  for  I  jest  came  here 
wi'  a  friend,"  and  then,  addressing  a  still  more  awful  figure 
opposite,  and  in  a  still  more  aggressive  tone,  "Jeems,  what 
was  the  corpse  to  a  trade?"  After  which  the  trembling  minis- 
ter wished  he  had  left  the  matter  alone. 

The  flavor  of  wit,  says  Mr.  Maclaren,  is  not  often 
tasted  in  English  literature;  for  instance,  the  following 
conversation  would  hardly  have  been  possible  in  Lon- 
don: 

Two  men  were  driving  along  a  boulevard  of  Paris  in  an 
open  carriage  :  one,  the  host,  a  successful  and  sensible  person, 
and  the  other  light  and  clever ;  and  the  conversation  of  the 
millionaire  grew  so  ponderous  that  the  other  could  endure  it 
no  longer.  He  laid  his  hand  upon  his  host's  arm  and  with 
the  other  pointed  to  a  man  standing  under  a  tree  and  just 
within  the  furthest  range  of  human  vision.  The  man  was 
yawning,  not  with  the  restraint  of  polite  society,  but  with  the 
open  enjoyment  of  our  canine  friends.  "Look !"  said  the 
bright  man  in  despair,  "and  I  pray  you  silence.  We  are  al- 
ready overheard."  This  seems  to  my  poor  judgment  so  per- 
fect an  instance  of  wit  that  I  do  not  supplement  it  from 
literature,  though  I  do  not  offer  it  for  indiscriminate  use. 

We  have  a  good  story  of -the  Duke  of  Wellington,  a 
story  that  has  been  told  before,  but  then  all  good  stories 
have  been  told  before : 

The  Duke  of  Wellington  was  a  good  John  Eull  in  all  his 
ways,  and  had  his  hours  when  he  enjoyed  a  bit  of  fun  and 
found  it  not  unuseful.  Louis  Philippe  introduced  one  of  the 
marshals  of  the  Peninsular  War  to  our  Iron  Duke.  They 
had  met  before,  but  not  in  courts,  and  the  marshal,  with  a 
keen  recollection  of  his  experiences  at  the  hands  of  the 
duke,  forgot  the  perfect  manners  of  his  people  and  his  own 
generosity.  He  refused,  it  is  said,  to  shake  hands  with  his 
former  opponent,  and  even  allowed  himself  to  turn  his  back 
and  to  walk  towards  the  door.  The  king  apologized  pro- 
fusely to  the  duke  for  the  marshal's  discourtesy,  but  the  duke 
only  laughed  with  a  big,  hearty  English  laugh,  and,  looking 
at  the  marshal's  retreating  figure  with  keen  delight,  said  to 
his  majesty,   "Forgive  him,  sire.      I   taught  him   that  lesson  !" 

Certainly  we  ought  to  expect  something  good  from 
the  Scotch  critic  of  English  humor,  and  something  still 
better  when  the  Scotchman  addresses  himself  to  the 
Irish  variety: 

It  is  not  so  long  ago  that  an  Irish  peasant  dreamt  he  was 
visiting  the  late  Queen  Victoria,  and  was  asked  by  the  queen 
what  he  would  like  to  drink.  When  he  expressed  the  humble 
wish  for  a  glass  of  the  liquor  associated  with  the  name  of 
Jamieson,  and  when  the  queen,  still  full  of  hospitality,  wanted 
to  know  whether  he  would  take  it  hot  or  cold,  he  was  foolish  * 
enough  to  prefer  it  hot.  As  the  kettle  was  not  boiling,  her 
majesty  in  the  dream  hastened  to  make  up  the  fire  with  her 
own  hands,  while  her  thirsty  and  loyal  Irish  subject  waited 
anxiously.  Alas  !  when  the  water  came  to  the  boil,  the  noise 
of  the  steam  awoke  him.  "Holy  St.  Patrick  !"  he  said,  with 
infinite  regret,  "I'll  take  it  cold  next  time."  So  far  as  I 
know,  the  Irishman  is  still  living  who  was  sent  by  his  master 
with  a  present  of  a  live  hare  to  a  neighbor.  The  hare  es- 
caped and  the  servant  made  no  effort  to  pursue  it,  but  that 
was  not  for  the  reason  which  would  have  affected  a  Scots- 
man, that  he  could  not  have  caught  it,  but  for  another  reason 
which  could  only  have  occurred  to  the  Irish  mind,  but  to  that 
mind  was  absolutely  satisfactory:  "Ye  may  run  and  run  and 
run,  ye  deludhering  baste,  but  it's  no  use,  for  ye  haven't  got 
the  address." 

Irish  Members  of  Parliament  have  much  to  answer 
for.     Says  Mr.  Maclaren: 

And  it  is  only  an  Irish  Member  of  Parliament  who  could 
congratulate  an  honorable  baronet,  who  had  bored  the  House 
with  an  interminable  harangue,  upon  three  things.  First, 
"upon  speaking  so  long  without  stopping" ;  second,  "upon 
speaking  so  long  without  saying  anything"  ;  and  thirdly,  "upon 
sitting  down  on  his  own  hat  without  his  head  being  in  it." 

And  here  is  a  word  of  praise  for  an  American  insti- 
tution, but  of  praise  tinged  with  a  regret  that  we  will 
try  to  believe  is  sincere : 

Any  one  who  reads  Life,  I  mean  the  American  Punch,  can 
recall  a  dozen  instances  of  wit  as  finished,  as  caustic  and,  I 
regret  to  say,  sometimes  as  profane  as  any  in  French  modern 
letters.  It  seems  as  if  American  humor  were  between  the 
tides  with  the  old  school  of  the  "Bigelow  Papers"  and  the 
"Innocents  Abroad"  closing  its  happy  career  and  the  new 
school  hardly  yet  in  evidence.  American  humor  at  least  illus- 
trates one  characteristic  of  this  hustling  modern  time;  it  is 
suggestive  rather  than  exhaustive,  and  never  can  be  antici- 
pated. 

Englishmen,  says  Mr.  Maclaren.  bear  themselves  well 
at  marriages,  where  Scotsmen  are  at  a  disadvantage  be- 
cause the  cautious  Scotch  eye  is  focussed  upon  an  un- 
certain future.  But  the  Scotsman  shines  at  a  funeral 
as  one  of  the  luxuries  of  life: 

"Peter,"  says  one  mourner  to- his  neighbor  at  the  tail  of 
a  walking  funeral,  "div  ye  see  Jamie  Thompson  walking  in 
the  front,  side  by  side  wi'  the  chief  mourner,  and  him  no  a 
drop  o'  blood  to  the  corpse?" 

"Fine  I  see  him,  a  forward,  upsettin',  ambeetious  body;  he 
would  be  inside  the  hearse  if  he  could" — the  most  awful  and 
therefore  most  enviable  position  for  a  sober-minded  Scot. 

Dr.  Norman  Macleod,  the  chaplain  of  Queen  Vic- 
toria, was  the  idol  of  the  Scotch  heart,  and  the  tender 
care  of  the  people  for  his  welfare  is  shown  by  an 
anecdote: 

One  day  the  minister  of  the  next  parish  to  that  of  Dr. 
Macleod  was  sent  for  to  see  a  working-man  who  was  danger- 
ously ill.  After  he  had  visited  him  in  his  bedroom,  he  came 
into  the  kitchen  to  have  some  conversation  with  the  man's 
wife. 

"Your  husband  is  very  low.  I  hope  he  may  be  spared.  I 
am   afraid  it's  typhus  fever." 

"Aye,  aye,"  the  wife  replied,  with  mournful  pride.  "It's  no 
ordinary  trouble." 

"I  didn't  know  your  husband's  face,  and  I  didn't  want  to 
ask   him   questions.      Do  you   attend    St.    Luke's   Church  ?" 

"Xa,  na,"  with  a  fine  flavor  of  contempt  both  for  St.  Luke's 
and  its  minister  ;  "we  gang  to  Norman's." 

"Well,  that's  all  right;  you  couldn't  go  to  a  better.  But 
why  did  you  send  for  me?" 

"Losh  bless  ye,  sir  !  <li\  ye  think  that  we  wad  risk  Norman 
wi'  typhus  fever?" 

Extracts,  however  well  chosen,  can  hardly  represent 
a  volume  so  full  of  graces  as  this  one  by  Mr.  Maclaren. 
It  should  be  read  with  all  the  leisure  of  ownership. 

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Social  Pathology. 
Dr.  Samuel  George  Smith's  elaborate  and 
thoughtful  diagnosis  of  social  ailments  comes 
as  a  welcome  relief  to  the  flood  of  quackery 
and  charlatanism  now  appealing  to  the  public 
under  the  names  of  eugenics  and  heredity.  It 
is  always  easy  to  identify  and  to  suppress  a 
symptom,  to  hustle  it  out  of  sight  and  to  an- 
nounce a  cure.  The  average  patent  medicine 
does  this  and  so  attains  popularity  among 
those  averse  alike  to  thought  and  to  labor. 
To  remove  the  symptom  by  removing  the 
cause  is  another  matter  and  one  that  only 
knowledge  and  capacity  can  undertake.  Thus 
we  find  the  eugenist  advocating  shameful,  bar- 
barous, but  easy  methods  to  prevent  the  de- 
generate from  being  born  while  the  social 
pathologist  asks  why  the  degenerate  is  de- 
generate, at  what  point  the  confirmed  pauper 
or  criminal  lost  their  responsibility  and  why 
they  lost  it.  at  what  stages  we  shall  find  the 
first  departures  from  the  normal  and  what 
were    the    influences    that    caused    them.       In 


Zona  Gale,  author  of  "Christmas." 
Macmillan     Com- 
pany. 

other  words,  the  true  social  pathologist  is  a 
psychologist.  His  rival  is  a  physiologist- 
Heredity,  says  Dr.  Smith,  determines  that 
the  individual  is  a  man,  that  he  is  of  a  cer- 
tain race  and  that  he  belongs  to  a  particular 
social  group.  The  kind  of  man  that  he  will 
be  depends  mainly  upon  environment.  From 
our  immediate  ancestors  we  inherit  chiefly 
strength  or  weakness  of  body,  not  character. 
Even  in  the  case  of  the  feeble-minded,  where 
immediate  ancestry  seems  to  be  most  influen- 
tial, we  have  allowed  ourselves  to  be  greatly 
misled  by  a  few  special  investigations.  Every 
one  has  heard  of  the  Jukes  family,  whose-de- 
praved  propensities  cost  the  state  a  million 
and  a  quarter  dollars  in  seventy-five  years. 
The  "eugenist  will  not  allow  us  to  forget  the 
Jukes  family.  But,  says  the  author,  the 
trouble  with  this  family  was  that  every  gen- 
eration of  little  Jukes  was  taken  care  of  by 
depraved  Jukes.  Where  a  Jukes  child  was 
adopted  as  an  infant  by  a  normal  family  it 
lived  a  normal  life. 

Another  typical  case  is  that  of  the  group 
of  Danish  families  that  produced  seventy- 
seven  insane  persons  in  twenty  years.  Let 
us  kill  off  the  first  neuropathic  person,  says 
the  eugenist,  and  so  avoid  the  seventy-seven 
insane.  But  these  same  families  produced  also 
two  cabinet  ministers,  one  foreign  ambassador, 
three  bishops,  three  generals,  nine  professors, 
and  forty-four  poets  and  artists.  Perhaps  we 
could  spare  the  bishops,  but  the  eugenist  asks 
too  much  when  he  demands  the  extirpation 
of  all  the  others.  The  seventy-seven  insane 
were  cheap  at  the  price.  We  may  welcome 
the  author's  further  assurance  that  there  is 
no  such  thing  as  hereditary  disease,  although 
there  may  be  inherited  tendencies. 

It  would  be  impossible,  and  even  unfair,  to 
follow  the  author  in  his  general  analysis  of 
our  social  failures.  He  deals  with  poverty, 
labor,  crime,  insanity,  the  feeble-minded, 
drunkenness,  suicide,  immigration,  illegitimacy, 
prostitution,  the  dependent  child,  and  the  de- 
linquent child.  His  inquiry  is  always  for 
causes,  not  how  best  we  may  suppress  the 
symptoms,  but  how  best  we  may  cure  or  pre- 
vent the  disease. 

Social  Pathology.  Bv  Samuel  George  Smith, 
Ph.  D..  LL.  D.  New  York:  The  Macmillan  Com- 
pany;  S-  net. 

♦ 

On  Emerson. 
Of    Maeterlinck    we    can    hardly    have    too 
much.     He  is  one  of  the  few  existing  oases  in 
the    desert    of   a    trivial    philosophic    thought, 
one    of    the    few    teachers    of    today    whose 
knowledge    se?ms    to    be    directly    perceptive 
rather  than  intellectual.     Therefore  Mr.  Mon- 
trose J.  Mos  -s  "lays  us  under  no  small  obliga- 
his     ranslation  of  these  three  essays 
Novalis,    and    Ruysbroeck.      No 
so  well  qualified  as  Maeterlinck 
lofty  mysticism  with  which  he 


is  in  such  full  sympathy  or  the  philosophic 
reflections  which  are  also  his  own. 

A  common  bond  unites  Emerson,  Novalis. 
and  Ruysbroeck,  risible  enough  in  spite  of  the 
external  differences  of  temperament  and  in- 
spiration. Suitably  enough,  it  is  expressed 
in  the  opening  words  of  the  essay  on  Emer- 
son and  by  a  quotation  from  Novalis.  "Only 
one  thing  matters,"  says  Novalis,  "and  that 
is  the  search  for  our  transcendental  self." 
And  similarly  Emerson  asks,  "What  is  there 
of  value  in  books  if  it  be  not  the  transcen- 
dental and  the  extraordinary  ?"  With  what- 
ever envelopes  of  the  commonplace  we  may 
surround  ourselves  there  is  always  something 
greater  even  than  thought  that  overshadows 
us  and  that  makes  itself  known  by  its  pene- 
trating radiance.  And  the  more  clearly  we 
have  perceived  its  radiance  the  more  will- 
ingly we  echo  the  words  of  Novalis  that  it  is 
the  only  thing  that  matters  and  of  Emerson 
that   it  is   the   only   thing   of  value. 

Mr.  Maeterlinck  is  at  his  best  when  he 
writes  of  Emerson  and  Novalis  and  not  quite 
at  his  best  in  his  treatment  of  Ruysbroeck. 
The  Flemish  priest  was  somewhat  inclined  to 
an  excessive  use  of  a  fanciful  symbology. 
tolerable  enough  in  the  entirety  of  his 
writings,  but  assuming  an  almost  fantastic 
form  in  isolation.  We  should  have  preferred 
Maeterlinck's  interpretation  of  Ruysbroeck  to 
the  somewhat  lengthy  and  not  well  selected 
quotations  that  the  author  gives  us,  quotations 
that  do  not  always  represent  Ruysbroeck  at 
his  best.  None  the  less  we  are  deeply  grate- 
ful for  the  book  as  a  whole.  It  advances  us 
a  step  closer  to  the  point  when  Maeterlinck's 
entire  writings  will  be  available  in  English 
form. 

On  Emerson  and  Other  Essays.  By  Maurice 
Maeterlinck.  Translated  bv  Montrose  T.  Moses. 
New  York:   Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.;  $1.25  net. 


The  Provincial  American. 

Mr.  Meredith  Nicholson  gives  us  eight  es- 
says, the  first  among  them  giving  its  name 
to  the  book.  Individual  preference  ought  not 
to  take  the  place  of  critical  judgment  and  all 
of  these  essays  are  so  good  that  they  should 
march  abreast.  Perhaps  "Should  Smith  Go 
to  Church"  has  provoked  more  discussion 
than  any  other,  and  while  the  author  tells 
us  that  in  his  opinion  Smith  should  go  to 
church,  and  that  he  himself  should  go  with 
Smith,  he  fails  to  give  us  any  adequate  rea- 
son. Nor  can  we  assent  to  the  proposition 
— which  Mr.  Nicholson  does  not  make — that 
there  must  be  something  gravely  wrong  with 
Smith  because  he  prefers  to  golf.  With  all 
due  respect  the  churches  may  be  said  to  be 
in  the  position  of  the  shopkeeper  for  whose 
wares  there  is  no  longer  much  demand.  Either 
he  must  change  his  wares  or  go  out  of  busi- 
ness, but  he  should  not  reproach  his  cus- 
tomers for  moral   dereliction. 

Another  admirable  essay  is  "Confessions 
of  a  'Best- Seller.' "  The  author  tells  us  that 
the  "six  best-selling"  phrase  has  now  little 
significance  and  critical  purchasers  should  be 
wary  of  books  so  listed.  After  many  talks 
with  retail  dealers  he  has  formed  the  impres- 
sion that  they  often  report  as  "best  sellers" 
books  of  which  they  may  have  made  large 
advance  purchases,  but  which  are  selling 
slowly,  their  aim  being  to  create  false  im- 
pression of  popularity.  Most  publishers  and 
many  authors  would  like  to  see  these  lists 
discontinued. 

Certainly  we  should  have  more  of  Mr. 
Nicholson's  essays.  He  says  important  things 
gracefully  and  true  things  eloquently. 

The  Provincial  American.  By  Meredith  Nich- 
olson. Boston:  Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $1.25 
net. 


Human  Efficiency. 

In  spite  of  a  somewhat  ecstatic  exaggera- 
tion of  the  glories  of  modern  life  Mr.  Kauf- 
man's book  may  be  recommended  to  those 
who  confuse  a  lack  of  personal  initiative  with 
a  lack  of  opportunity.  But  when  Mr.  Kauf- 
man tells  us  that  this  is  the  greatest  of  all 
world  ages,  that  the  glories  of  the  Renais- 
sance, for  example,  were  "fiddlesticks"  be- 
cause mediaeval  palaces  were  lit  with  rush 
light  while  our  cottages  have  electricity,  he 
needs  to  remind  himself  that  human  evolu- 
tion is  measured  by  human  virtue  and  by 
nothing  else,  and  that  material  achievement 
unaccompanied  by  virtue  is  a  delusion.  From 
the  money-seeking  point  of  view  Mr.  Kauf- 
man's book  is  inspirational.  His  mistake  is 
to  suppose  that  it  is  the  only,  or  the  main, 
point  of  view. 

Do  Something!  Be  Something!  By  Herbert 
Kaufman.  New  York:  George  H.  Doran  Com- 
pany;  75  cents  net. 

♦ 

Citizens  Made  and  Remade. 
Is  it  possible  to  instil  a  sense  of  responsi- 
bility into  minds  that  seem  now  to  be  with- 
out it?  To  what  extent  will  human  degen- 
eracy respond  to  our  demand  upon  it  for  a 
display  of  will-power?  Such  are  some  of  the 
questions  asked  inferentially  by  William  R. 
George  and  Lyman  Beecher  Stowe  in  a  vol- 
ume that  seeks  to  interpret  the  significance 
of  the  various  movements  involving  self-gov- 
ernment for  boys  and  girls.  And  it  may  be 
said  at  once  that  the  authors  reach  the  gen- 
eral conclusion  that  human  nature  will  usually 
be  found  equal  to  whatever  demands  are 
made  upon  it  so  long  as  we  supply  an  en- 
vironment  that   makes   such   results   possible. 


The  social  virtues  will  rarely  fail  to  respond 
to  a  confident  summons  and  to  a  faith  that 
assumes   their   existence. 

It  is  well  that  wTe  should  have  such  vol- 
umes as  this  at  a  time  when  a  trivial  science 
is  preaching  the  fatalism  of  heredity  and  a 
new  Calvinism  that  consigns  us  from  birth 
to  a  hopeless  degeneracy.  The  George  Junior 
Republics  have  proved  what  can  be  done  by 
favorable  environment  and  by  what  may  be 
described  as  the  expectation  of  the  civic  vir- 
tues of  orderly  self-government.  If  results 
so  surprising  can  be  obtained  from  boys  and 
girls  apparently  doomed  to  bad  citizenship 
why  should  there  not  be  some  corresponding 
success  with  the  adults  for  whom  we  have 
now  nothing  but  barbarous  penalties?  That 
the  authors  write  interestingly  is  guaranteed 
by  their  names.  That  they  have  something 
vital  to  say  upon  a  vital  topic  should  com- 
mend their  work  to  the  attention  of  humani- 
tarians. 

Citizens  Made  and  Remade.  By  William  R. 
George  and  Lyman  Beecher  Stowe.  Boston: 
Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $1.25  net. 


The  New  Industrial  Day. 

Mr.  Redfield's  plea  is  practically  one  for 
intelligence  in  the  industrial  world,  for  the 
doing  of  right  things  in  right  ways,  for  a 
greater  willingness  to  spend  a  dollar  in  order 
to  gain  two  dollars.  He  helps  us  to  realize 
the  extent  of  our  losses  from  ignorance  and 
stupidity  and  carelessness.  He  reminds  us 
of  our  preventable  fires,  of  our  preventable  de- 
struction of  life,  and  he  wonders  why  we 
should  protest  against  pension  bills  while  we 
wilfully  waste  ten  times  the  amount  by  a  sort 
of  wrong-headed  apathy  that  refuses  to  see 
and  refuses  to  learn. 

Some  of  Mr.  Redfield's  examples  seem  to 
be  almost  incredible.  He  tells  us  of  a  Bos- 
ton house  that  wrote  to  Manila  on  June  8 
and  wrote  again  on  June  25  to  insist  on  an 
immediate  reply.  Another  house  in  New 
York  referred  an  inquiry  from  Panama  to  its 
agent  in  the  Philippines,  while  still  another 
house  asked  its  agent  in  New  York  to  "step 
out  and  collect  a  small  account  in  Brazil." 
There  are  American  manufacturers  who 
realize  with  a  shock  that  the  use  of  foreign 
languages  in  foreign  countries  is  not  a  mere 
affectation  and  that  the  German  language  in 
Germany,  for  example,  is  a  practical  thing. 
There  are  American  manufacturers  who  so 
persistently  understamp  their  letters  that  they 
are  refused  and  others  who  lose  important 
trade  because  they  will  not  use  better  methods 
of  packing.     In  one  case  a  native  people  re- 


Zrenn    S.    Cobb,    author    of    "Cobb's 

Anatomy."      George  H.   Doran 

Company. 

fused  to  buy  goods  bearing  a  green  label,  but 
the  manufacturer  said  the  objection  was  a 
foolish  one  and  so  he  lost  the  whole  account. 

But  the  author's  main  protest  is  against  the 
assumption  that  high  wages  necessitate  high 
prices,  and  that  the  rate  of  pay  is  the  chief 
element  in  the  cost  of  goods,  making  them 
so  expensive  that  they  can  not  be  sold  at  a 
profit  against  foreign  makers  on  even  terms 
in  our  own  country.  If  the  American  work- 
man receives  twice  as  much  pay  as  the  Euro- 
pean and  does  four  times  as  much  work  it  is 
obvious  that  the  cost  of  labor  in  America  is 
one-half  what  it  is  in  Europe.  These  are  not 
Mr.  Redfield's  figures,  but  they  express  his 
contention,  and  so  he  asks  us  to  regard  the 
high  pay  that  produces  a  rapid  efficiency  as 
an  asset  rather  than  a  cost.  His  book  covers 
so  wide  a  field  and  is  full  of  such  practical 
good  sense  that  he  is  justified  in  describing 
it  as  "a  book  for  men  who  employ  men." 

The  New  Industrial  Day.  By  William  C. 
Rcdfield.  New  York:  The  Century  Company; 
$1.25    net. 


The  International  Mind. 
There  is  no  writer  of  today  who  throws  a 
clearer  light  upon  the  problem  in  hand,  what- 
ever it  may  be,  than  President  Nicholas  Mur- 
ray  Butler.     For  this  reason  it  is  well   that 


we  should  have  these  fine  essays,  intended  as 
"an  argument  for  the  judicial  settlement  of 
international  disputes."  It  is  to  be  feared 
that  argument,  being  a  mental  process,  is  an 
inappropriate  weapon  against  the  new  and  al- 
ways bellicose  democracies  that  are  now  be- 
ginning to  control  the  world,  but  it  may  do 
something.  At  least  it  is  the  only  weapon  we 
have. 

Among  the  author's  luminous  suggestions  is 
a  recommendation  to  avoid  the  question  of 
disarmament.  Disarmament,  he  says,  will 
come  by  pressure  from  within  and  not  from 
without,  and  the  best  way  to  induce  that 
pressure  is  to  establish  absolute  justice  be- 
tween the  nations.  Justice  means  peace. 
Peace  means  the  atrophy  of  armaments.  And 
what  is  atrophied  will  be  abolished. 

Some  one,  says  the  author,  "makes  some- 
thing" out  of  war  and  we  ought  to  know  who 
it  is.  "Have  you  ever  noticed,"  he  asks, 
"that  about  the  time  that  the  appropriations 
for  military  purposes  are  under  consideration 
in  Congress,  in  the  House  of  Commons,  in 
the  Chamber  of  Deputies,  or  in  the  Reich- 
stag, or  just  before  such  a  time,  hostilities 
are  always  on  the  point  of  breaking  out  in 
two  or  three  parts  of  the  world  at  once?" 
We  have  certainly  noticed  that  very  thing, 
but  how  shall  we  persuade  the  "poor,  gullible 
people"  to  notice  the  same  thing?  It  is  they 
who  make  the  wars  by  their  clamorous  yelp- 
ings, not  the  rulers.  But  President  Butler  has 
done  a  notable  service  by  his  book.  It  is  a 
magazine  of  ammunition  for  those  who  would 
make  war  upon  war. 

The  International  Hind.  By  Nicholas  Mur- 
ray Butler.  New  York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons; 
75  cents  net 

How  to  Get  Your  Pay  Raised. 

This  volume  that  appears  at  a  first  glance 
to  be  of  the  commonplace  variety  proves  on 
further  acquaintance  to  be  exceptional.  In 
the  first  place  the  advice  is  practical  and 
sane,  and  in  the  second  place  the  author  has 
enlisted  the  aid,  as  collaborators,  of  some 
seventy  men  prominent  in  industry,  manufac- 
ture, and  education.  The  aspirant  is  invited 
all  the  way  through  to  believe  that  he  can 
always  sell  his  services  at  their  just  value 
and  that  it  is  "up  to"  him  to  raise  that  value 
by  efficiency,  a  proper  mental  attitude,  and 
tact. 

An  important  chapter  is  devoted  to  corre- 
spondence schools,  and  while  the  author  wisely 
avoids  an  un discriminating  condemnation,  he 
allows  his  disapproval  to  be  plainly  seen. 
Doubtless  there  are  some  good  schools  of  the 
kind,  but  there  are  large  numbers  of  others 
so  bad  as  to  be  fraudulent.  We  have  the  sur- 
prising statement  that  some  ten  million  per- 
sons have  been  subscribers  to  correspondence- 
school  courses,  and  we  are  further  told  on 
the  authority  of  a  traveler  for  a  large  corre- 
spondence school  that  only  one  in  four  hun- 
dred of  the  pupils  enlisting  finished  the  course. 
There  is  something  pathetic  in  this  vast  search 
for  efficiency — a  search  caused  by  the  in- 
efficiency of  the  public  school — and  that  is  so 
largely  frustrated  by  false  pretenses  and  by 
reckless  promises  of  impossible  educational 
gifts.  Those  who  are  honestly  in  search  of 
efficienc3*  and  of  the  common  sense  that  is  its 
handmaiden  can  hardly  do  better  than  con- 
sult Mr.  Fowler's  helpful  little  volume. 

How  to  Get  Your  Pay  Raised.  By  Nathaniel 
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The  American  Mind, 

Mr.  Bliss  Perry  gives  us  six  essays  of  so 
wide  a  range  and  so  suggestive  in  content  as 
to  baffle  the  reviewer  in  his  effort  to  gen- 
eralize the  whole.  For  example,  in  his  first 
essay  on  "Race,  Nation,  and  Book,"  he  asks 
what  constitutes  a  national  literature,  and  by 
way  of  confounding  the  ready  answer  that 
almost  any  man  will  make  to  almost  any  ques- 
tion he  asks  why  there  is  a  difference  be- 
tween the  literatures  of  America  and  of 
Canada.  The  two  peoples  are  practically  iden- 
tical, and  yet  the  difference  exists. 

The  explanation,  suggests  Mr.  Perry,  is  to 
be  found  in  the  fact  that  characteristic  writing 
is  civic  writing,  it  is  born  from  the  accom- 
plishment of  some  political,  social,  or  moral 
purpose.  It  is  spontaneous  and  not  self-con- 
scious like  Poe  or  Hawthorne.  The  supreme 
example  of  national  writing  is  the  Gettysburg 
Address.  It  fitted  the  theme.  It  was  born 
of  necessity. 

The  other  essays  must  be  left  largely  to 
speak  for  themselves.  "American  Idealism," 
"Romance  and  Reaction,"  "Humor  and 
Satire."  and  "Individualism  and  Fellowship" 
are  aU  fine  examples  of  the  essay — pungent, 
reflective,  and  penetrating. 

The    American    Mind.      By    Bliss    Perry.      Bos- 
ton: Houghton  Mifflin  Company;  $1.25  net. 
■«•» 

"The  Boy  Electricians"  proved  so  popular 
that  Dr.  Edwin  J.  Houston  now  gives  us  a 
supplement  under  the  title  of  "Boy  Elec- 
tricians as  Detectives"  (J.  B.  Lippincott  Com- 
pany; $1.50).  Although  a  sequel,  the  story 
is  complete  in  itself  and  introduces  its  readers 
in  a  practical  way  to  most  of  the  electrical 
appliances  that  appeal  to  the  heart  of  the  boy. 
The  main  portion  of  the  story  describes  the 
manner  in  which  the  boy  heroes  aid  the  Phila- 
delphia police  in  capturing  a  number  of  crimi- 
nals, and  of  course  wireless  telegraphy  plays 
the  full  part  expected  of  it. 


November  23,  1912. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


SOME  POPULAR  NOVELS. 


The  Lost  World. 

If  Sir  Arthur  Conan  Doyle  were  capable 
of  taking  a  literary  model,  which  of  course 
he  is  not,  we  should  suppose  that  he  had  been 
sitting  at  the  feet  of  Sir  Henry  Rider  Hag- 
gard— and  how  we  resent  this  spoiling  of  fa- 
miliar household  names  by  unfamiliar  title, 
however  deserved  such  honors  may  be.  For 
Sir  Henry  gets  together  four  travelers  after 
the  approved  Haggard  style  and  send  them 
out  into  the  wilderness,  but  the  wilderness 
is  somewhere  in  South  America  instead  ot 
South  Africa,  and  the  mighty  deeds  of  daring 
that  result  are  against  pterodactyls,  iguano- 
dons,  and  dinosaurs,  in  place  of  Zulus  and 
the  other  unpleasantly  aggressive  black  races 
that  appropriately  inhabit  the  dark  continent. 
For  it  seems  that  there  is  a  plateau  in  South 
America  that  is  still  inhabited  by  the  weird 
and  awful  monsters  of  pre-historic  ages,  co- 
lossal birds  with  teeth,  enormous  toads  whose 
jaws  drip  blood,  and  ape-like  men  of  savage 
ferocity  whom  it  is  positively  a  delight  to 
slaughter.  And  all  this  trouble  is  due  to  Pro- 
fessor Challenger,  who  had  previously  found 
his  way  to  this  wonderful  plateau  only  to  be 
received  'on  his  return  to  England  with  a 
chorus  of  incredulous  jeers  and  demands  for 
proof.  It  was  ever  so.  Did  not  Paul  du 
Chaillu  receive  the  same  martyrdom  when  he 
ventured  to  describe  the  gorilla,  and  the  go- 
rilla was  a  mere  insect  in  comparison  with 
the  nightmare  beasts  encountered  by  the 
learned  professor  and  his  companions  on  the 
adventure   here   recorded. 

It  would  be  nothing  less  than  captious  to 
criticize  the  probabilities  of  such  a  story,  for 
the  impossible  is  always  improbable.  But 
there  are  certain  difficulties  that  arise  un- 
bidden  to    the   mind    of   even    the   most    corn- 


Sir  Arthur  Conan  Doyle,  author  of  "The 

Lost  World."   George  H.  Doran 

Company. 

placent.  And  so  we  are  tempted  to  wonder 
why  these  appalling  birds  and  beasts  are  con- 
tent to  confine  themselves  to  a  plateau  only 
a  few  square  miles  in  extent.  Why  does  not 
the  pterodactyl  flap  his  wings  once  or  twice 
and  put  in  an  appearance  at  New  York  or 
London  ?  Why  does  not  the  dinosaur  afford 
our  hunters  a  relief  from  the  tame  monoto- 
nies of  elephant  or  tiger  hunting?  Is  it  a 
dispensation  of  Providence  or  a  self-denying 
ordinance  on  the  part  of  the  animals  them- 
selves. 

But  the  author  has  done  the  best  he  can, 
and  his  best  is  a  volume  of  truly  inspiring 
bloodshed,  a  veritable  carnival  of  adventure 
and  slaughter.  There  cou'.d  be  no  more  wel- 
come relief  from  the  story  of  politics,  money- 
getting,  and  passion. 

The  Lost  World.  By  A.  Conan  Do  vie.  New- 
York:  George  H.   Doran   Company;  $1.25  net 


The  Last  Resort. 
There  is  no  reason  to  doubt  that  Mr.  H.  F. 
Prevost   Battersby  has  given  a  fair  indication 
of   feminine  influence  in   British   politics.     He 
tells  the  story  of  Major  Sarrol,  who  is  British 
Resident    in    Magalaland    and   who   asks   that 
4000  soldiers  be  sent  to  him  in  order  that  he 
may    punish    a    certain    robber   chieftain    who 
has    been    harrying    the    native    tribes    under 
British  protection.     It  is  a  British  obligation 
and    the    major   never   doubts    that    it   will   be 
fulfilled.     But  the  colonial  secretary  is  afraid 
of    Parliament    and   of  the   radical    wrath   that 
is  always  poured  out  upon  officials  who  make 
little  wars.     So  the  major  has  to  go  to  Eng- 
land to  plead  for  his  4000  men,  and  then  he 
finds  that  he  can  do  nothing  without  the  aid 
itiful     romen  who  can  pull   the  strings 
that   are  out  of  his   reach.     A 
itish    politics  can   do    far   more 
■st.     She  knows  the  situation  in- 


telligently   and    her    diplomacies    are    inspired 
by  the  heart. 

It  is  a  good  story,  but  the  best  part  of  it 
is  the  description  of  Major  Sarrol's  defense 
of  the  residency  when  at  last  he  finds  that  the 
colonial  secretary  has  wilted  before  radical 
criticism  and  that  a  wholly  inadequate  force 
has  been  sent  to  him.  And  there  are  some 
unusually  wonderful  women  in  the  story. 

The  Last  Resort.  By  H.  F.  Prevost  Battersby 
(Francis  Prevost).  New  York:  John  Lane  Com- 
pany;  $1.25  net. 

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The  Daughter  of  David  Kerr. 
When  Gloria  Kerr  returns  to  Belmont  after 
many  years'  absence  at  school  and  in  travel 
she  expects  to  take  the  position  in  society 
to  which  her  father's  eminence  entitles  her. 
For  David  Kerr  is  by  far  the  most  important 
man  in  Belmont,  and  that  he  owes  his  in- 
fluence to  his  many  virtues  and  to  his  natural 


Jack     London,     author     of     "Smoke 

BeUew."     The   Century 

Company. 

nobility  of  heart  Gloria  never  doubts  for  a 
moment.  Illumination  comes  slowly.  Gloria 
finds  that  the  ladies  of  Belmont  are  not  ex- 
actly rapturous  in  their  hospitality,  and  when 
at  last  she  pays  a  charitable  visit  to  the  un- 
derworld and  learns  some  truths  about  the 
boss,  and  then  learns  that  the  boss  is  her 
cwn  father,  she  begins  to  understand  many 
things  that  had  puzzled  her.  She  understands 
also  the  nature  of  the  influence  that  had  sepa- 
rated her  from  her  lover,  the  owner  of  Bel- 
mont's reform  newspaper,  and  so  things 
straighten  themselves  out  in  the  end,  and 
very  much  to  the  discomfiture  of  the  boss. 

The  Daughter  of  David  Kerr.  By  Harry 
King  Tootle.  Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.; 
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The  Texan  Star. 
The  fight  between  Texas  and  Mexico  still 
provides  a  rich  mine  of  material  for  the  story 
writer,  and  will  probably  continue  to  do  so 
for  years  to  come.  "The  Texan  Star,"  says 
the  author,  is  the  first  of  a  trilogy.  It  begins 
with  the  imprisonment  of  Austin  and  the  rise 
of  Santa  Anna  and  ends  with  the  capture  of 
San  Antonio.  The  other  two  volumes  will 
lead  the  story  to  its  historical  end.  Each 
story  will  be  complete  in  itself,  but  will  form 
part  of  a  larger  historical  unit.  Mr.  Alt- 
shelers  name  is  a  guaranty  not  only  of  ac- 
curacy, but  of  vigor — in  fact,  of  a  first-rate 
story  of  action. 

The  Texan   Star.     By   Toseph  Altsheler.     New 
York:  D.  Appleton  &  Co.;  $1.50. 


Rudra. 
This    is   a    story    of   Hindu   life   and    of    a 
young  raja  who  is   called  upon  to   expiate  an 


Caroline  Lockhart,  author  of  "The  Lady 

Doc"     J,  B.  Lippincott 

Company. 

offense  committed  in  a  previous  life  when  he 
caused  the  unjust  death  of  a  young  girl.  The 
author  has  evidently  devoted  much  attention 
to  the  accuracy  of  his  picture  and  the  novel- 
reader  who  is  also  something  of  an  Orientalist 
should  find  much  in  it  to  interest  him. 

Rudra.     By  Arthur  T.  Westermayr.     New  York: 
G.   W.  Dillingham  Company;  $2  net 


Under  the  title  of  "Licky  and  His  Gang." 
Grace  Sartwell  Mason  tells  us  the  story  of  a 
man  who  once  belonged  to  a  gang  and  who 
kept  a  soft  spot  in  his  heart  for  gang  de- 
lights. The  story  is  well  told  and  a  useful 
contribution  to  the  present  discussion  of  gang 
psychology.  It  is  published  by  the  Houghton 
Mifflin  Company.     Price,  $1  net. 


GENERAL  STUDIES. 


The  Roadmender. 

Michael  Fairless  writes  three  charming 
sketches  in  praise  of  the  simple  life,  a  life 
that  we  are  all  ready  to  praise  theoretically 
until  we  discover  that  it  means  the  surrender 
of  the  things  that  are  not  simple.  The  road- 
mender  lives  in  a  country  cottage  and  occa- 
sionally quotes  Latin.  He  hears  all  the  voices 
of  nature  and  translates  them.  He  hears 
also  the  voices  of  men,  wayfarers  and  the 
like,  and  wonders  at  their  needless  discords. 
Among  his  visitors  is  a  fellow-worker  on  his 
way  to  a  job  at  the  cross-roads : 

"  'Ow  long  'ave  yer  bin  at  this  job  that  ye're 
in    such    a   hurry?" 

I  stayed  my  hammer  to  answer — "Four  months." 

"Seen  better  days?" 

"Never,"  I  said  emphatically,  and  punctuated 
the  remark  with  a  stone  split  neatly  in  four. 

The  visitor  had  seen  better  days.  He  had 
worked  in  a  brewery  in  the  neighboring  town, 
where  there  was  "something  doing,"  which 
shows  that  all  happiness,  or  lack  of  happiness, 
comes   from   a   comparison  with   ideals. 

Suffice  it  to  say  that  Mr.  Fairless  writes 
exquisitely,  as  exquisitely  as  Mr.  Waite 
paints,  and  Mr.  Waite  has  adorned  the  book 
with   eight  colored  illustrations. 

The  Roadmender.  By  Michael  Fairless.  New 
York:  E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.;  $2.50  net 


Peter  Ramus. 
Dr.  Frank  Pierrepont  Graves  has  placed 
philosophy  under  an  obligation  by  his  memoir 
of  Peter  Ramus  and  the  educational  reforma- 
tion of  the  sixteenth  century.  Ramus  was 
born  in  1515,  bis  father  being  a  charcoal 
burner.  He  raised  himself  by  his  own  ef- 
forts and  eventually  became  a  teacher  in  the 
college  of  France  and  was  killed  in  the  mas- 
sacre of  St  Bartholomew.  His  main  philo- 
sophic idea  seems  to  have  been  that  the  spon- 
taneous functions  of  thought  are  not  confined 
to  the  philosophers,  but  may  be  found  also 
among  poets,   statesmen,   and  mathematicians. 


Illustration  from   "A  Jewel  of  the  Seas," 
by  Jessie  Kaufman.     J.   B.  Lip- 
pincott Company, 


But  his  chief  work  was  in  the  field  of  educa- 
tion, where  his  theories  provoked  a  discussion 
that  lasted  for  many  years  and  that  was  car- 
ried on  throughout  a  large  portion  of  Europe. 
The  student  may  think  that  Dr.  Graves  some- 
what overrates  the  importance  of  Ramus,  but 
he  has  none  the  less  done  a  useful  work  in 
so  clearly  defining  the  scope  of  Ramus's  teach- 
ing and  in  his  influence  upon  the  educational 
world. 

Peter  Ramus  and  the  Educational  Reforma- 
tion of  the  Sixteenth  Century.  By  Frank 
Pierrepont  Graves.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company;  $1.25  net 


Who's  Who  in  Dickens. 

Mr.  Thomas  Alexander  Fyfe.  who  once 
wrote  a  book  on  "Dickens  and  the  Law,"  has 
now  given  us  a  further  proof  of  his  industry 
in  the  shape  of  an  alphabetical  guide  to  the 
people  in  the  Dickens  world.  But  it  is  some- 
thing more  than  a  Dickens  dictionary,  inas- 
much as  the  information  is  conveyed,  wher- 
ever possible,  in  the  words  of  Dickens  him- 
self. For  example,  under  the  head  of  "Crevy, 
Miss  La"  we  find,  "A  miniature  portrait 
painter ;  the  friend  of  Kate  Nickleby,  ulti- 
mately married  Tim  Linkinwater. — 'Miss  La 
Creevy  was  a  mincing  young  lady  of  fifty' — 
Nicholas  Nickleby." 

The  work  should  be  useful  as  a  book  of 
reference.  It  is  also  pleasant  to  turn  over 
its  pages  at  random  and  remind  ourselves  of 
the  characterizations  with  which  they  are 
studded. 

Who's  Who  in  Dickens.  Compiled  by  Thomas 
Alexander  Fyfe.  New  York:  George  H.  Doran 
Company;  $2  net 


Milestones. 
Admirers  of  Arnold  Bennett  will  welcome 
the  publication  in  volume  form  of  "Mile- 
stones." the  three-act  play  recently  produced 
by  the  novelist  in  collaboration  with  Edward 
Knoblauch.  The  theme  is  the  time-honored 
one  of  the  conflict  between  the  ideals  of  the 
old  and  the  new  generations,  a  theme  already 
time-honored  when  our  own  youthful  vagaries 
prompted  our  grandfathers  to  declare  that  the 
country  was  going  to  the  dogs.     Whether  we 


The  Real  Thing  in 
Western  Stories 

PANCHO 
McCLISH 

By  Herbert    Coolidge 

A  BORN  philosopheris  Pancho, 
and  although  only  fifteen 
years  old  can  ride  and  break 
a  horse  with  any  "buster"  in  the 
country.  His  father  is  an  itinerant 
horse  trader,  and  their  wanderings 
take  them  all  over  Texas,  Arizona 
and  California. 

Pancho  is  really  the  head  of  the  outfit 
— never  at  a  loss  and  always  with  an  eye 
to  the  main  opportunity.  The  ingenious 
ways  in  which  he  makes  money  even  in 
the  most  unpromising  circumstances  are 
highly  amusing'. 

The  story  stamps  Mr.  Coolidge  as  a 
humorous  and  sympathetic  observer  of 
life,  with  a  thorough  knowledge  of  the 
real  West 

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are  actually  "striking  off  chains"  or  merely 
choosing  chains  of  a  new  pattern  must  be  left 
for  determination,  but  the  author's  presenta- 
tion of  three  generations  is  none  the  less 
lively  and  delightful,  whether  we  offer  our 
sympathies  to  the  old  or  to  the  new.  There 
will  always  be  plenty  of  readers  to  echo  the 
last  words  of  the  play :  "The  women  of  to- 
day aren't  what  women  used  to  be.  They're 
hard.  They've  none  of  the  old  charm.  Un- 
sexed — that's  what  they  are — unsexed." 

Milestones.  By  Arnold  Bennett  and  Edward 
Knoblauch.  New  York:  George  H.  Doran  Com- 
pany; $1  net. 


Gulliver's  Travels. 
It  would  be  a  misfortune  if  "Gulliver's 
Travels"  should  lose  its  charm  for  the 
younger  generation,  who  are  quite  as  prone 
as  were  their  ancestors  to  believe  that  big 
things  are  little  and  that  little  things  are 
big.  Therefore  the  present  fine  edition  is  a 
welcome  one  and  not  to  be  overlooked  by 
those  in  search  of  a  gift  book  likely  to  be  a 
joy  forever.  The  print  is  eminently  suited 
to  youthful  reading,  while  the  profuse  illus- 
trations, plain  and  colored,  by  P.  A.  Staynes 
are  unusually  attractive. 

Gulliver's  Voyages  to  Lilliput  and  Brob- 
dingnag.  By  Jonathan  Swift.  New  York:  Henry 
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SOME  SERIOUS  STUDIES. 


The  Advance  of  Woman. 

Mrs.  Christie  states  in  her  preface  that  she 
is  actuated  by  a  keen  desire  to  set  before  both 
men  and  women  a  continuous  picture  of  so- 
ciety from  early  days  to  the  present  time.  A 
history  of  the  world  is  a  "large  order,"  and 
we  can  hardly  consider  the  author's  333  pages 
to  be  adequate.  If  her  book  seems  to  be  un- 
duly harsh  to  men  she  asks  us  to  remember 
that  she  is  not  responsible  for  history.  That 
may  be  readily  granted,  but  she  is  responsible 
for  the  accuracy  of  her  history,  and  a  survey 
of  her  book  seems  to  justify  a  warning  to  the 
reader  to  verify  every  statement  before  ac- 
ceptance. 

For  example :  "The  story  of  Rome  is  an 
almost  unbroken  chapter  of  conquest  for 
twelve  hundred  years."  That  statement  is  in- 
correct in  spirit  and  in  letter.  "Sentiment 
had  not  been  born  in  men's  hearts  and  pug- 
nacity and  selfishness  ruled  unrestrained  and 
the  on'.y  law  was  force."  Assertions  of  that 
kind  may  doubtless  be  found  in  grammar- 
school  hisLories,  but  did  Mrs.  Christie  ever 
read  Marcus  Aurelius  ?  Her  statement  is  so 
recklessly  untrue  as  to  be  ludicrous.  "We 
have  seen  that  in  all  countries  all  classes  of 
men,  regardless  of  intellect,  education,  or  so- 
cial standing — from  the  framers  of  the  law 
to  the  lowest  slaves — have  oppressed  and 
abused  her"  (woman).  That,  of  course,  is 
merely  shrill  abuse,  and  may  be  passed  over. 
So  may  the  further  statement  that  life  in 
China  "is  unspeakably  cruel."  although  some 
of  the  most  reliable  modern  observers  testify 
to  the  direct  opposite.  But  what  shall  we 
say  to  the  statement  that  "Buddhism  and  Ma- 
hommedanism  practically  denies  them  a  soul?" 
The  grammar  may  be  due  to  excitement,  but 
not  the  ignorance.  Buddhism  does  not  deny 
a  soul  to  woman,  and  it  is  a  very  disputable 
point   if   Mahonimedanism   does.      "Over   300,- 


Mrs.  fane  Johnstone  Christie,  author  of  "The 

Advance   of   Woman."     The  J.   B. 

Lippuicott    Company. 

,000     (women),    including    China    and    the 

Mahommedan  world,  are  living  today  lives  less 
desirable  than  beasts."  Once  again,  such  an 
assertion  is  wholly  untrue.  Turkish  women, 
for  example,  are  amply  protected  by  the  law, 
in  some  respects  better  than  in  Christian 
countries.  The  author's  comparison  between 
Queen  Victoria  and  Jesus  Christ  reminds  us 
usefully  that  the  larger  part  of  the  Mahom- 
medan world,  where  the  women  are  living 
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say,  by  Queen  Victoria.  We  are  reminded, 
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cruel,"  was  also  ruled  for  a  generation  by  a 
woman  autocrat.  These  two  women.  Queen 
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reckless,  and  inaccurate.  It  is  simply  a  whirl- 
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we  have  hitherto  shunned.  Old  furniture  and 
china  are  probably  too  expensive,  but  how 
about  pewter,  copper,  brass,  samplers,  or  sun- 
dials? The  author  says  nothing  about  postage 
stamps,  for  which  omission  we  may  thank 
whatever  gods  there  be. 

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the  "Venus  de  Milo  of  glassware."  named 
after    the    Duke    of    Portland?      It    once    con- 


tained the  ashes  of  the  Emperor -Severus.  It 
was  discovered  by  Cardinal  Barberini  and 
Sir  William  Hamilton  owned  it.  It  was  the 
Duke  of  Portland  who  allowed  Josiah  Wedg- 
wood to  copy  it,  and  one  of  his  copies  was 
sold  for  $3000,  but  this  service  seems  to  have 
been  over-amply  rewarded.  It  should  be 
called  either  the  Severus  Vase  or  the  Bar- 
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they  must  have  been  that  worked  these 
strange  patterns.  The  children  of  today  are 
of  quite  another  breed.  One  would  have  liked 
to   know   the   industrious   maiden   who  worked 


Illustration     from     "By-Paths    in     Collecting." 

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BOOKS  OF  TRAVEL. 

The  New  China. 

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no  end,  and  of  one  class  of  book,  to  which 
this  particular  volume  does  not  belong,  we 
are  heartily  tired.  We  have  had  too  many 
descriptions  written  from  the  superior  stand- 
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field  to  be  exploited  and  that  loftily  promise 
her  in  return  a  portion  of  our  political,  so- 
cial, and  religious  wisdom.  It  seldom  occurs 
to  these  writers  that  the  traffic  in  ideas  may- 
be reciprocal  and  that  the  West  may  have  as 
much  to  learn  from  the  East  as  the  East  has 
from  the  West. 

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little  to  tell  us  about  trade  and  there  is  not 
a  single  statistical  table  in  the  whole  of  his 
work.  But  he  has  a  great  deal  to  tell  us  about 
the  spirit  of  China  and  he  finds  much  in  it  to 
revere.  Indeed  he  hopes  that  the  world  at 
large  will  profit  by  it  and  may  even  learn 
some  of  its  mystical  wisdom.  The  "East  for 
the  East"  idea,  he  tells  us,  is  essentially 
spiritual,  and  will  not  carry  with  it  only  the 
material  movements  of  economical  and  trad- 
ing interests.  It  involves  something  im- 
mensely larger  than  trade,  and  we  may  ex- 
pect that  these  four  hundred  millions  of 
people  "will  work  mightily  towards  the 
spiritual  and  intellectual  progress  of  all  hu- 
manity." 

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observations  of  this  kind.  If  his  head  is 
sometimes  in  the  clouds  his  feet  are  always 
upon  the  earth.  In  the  course  of  his  six- 
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China  in  transition,  waiting  silent  and  ex- 
pectant for  something — she  herself  knows  not 
what.  She  knows  that  little  Japan  has  worked 
miracles  by  education  and  has  made  herself 
respected.  Colossal  China  can  do  the  same, 
and  she  means  to  do  it.  The  invasion  by 
foreigners,  loans,  grants,  concessions,  are  not 
the  goal.  Cosmopolitanism  marks  the  transi- 
tion period,  not  the  true  spirit  of  reform. 

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chance  acquaintance  in  Peking  invites  the 
author  to  go  to  the  circus : 

"If  you  like  we  can  afterwards  gamble  a  little 
at  roulette.  There  are  three  banks  in  Telegraph 
Lane  where  they  play  fair.  And  .  .  .  ahem! 
.  .  .  There  is  also  something  else  if  you  should 
be  interested  in  that.  .  .  .  We  are  quite  up  to 
date  with  our  civilization  in  Peking.  .  .  .  You 
understand  what  I  mean?    ..." 


Then  I  began  to  understand.  Ah  .  .  .  Even 
that  in  Peking— "Les  petites  femmesf   ..." 

"That's  it!"  my  journalist  answers  coolly. 
"There  you  are  .  .  .  and  first  rate,  too  .  .  . 
French,  Russian,  American.  .  .  .  Only  somewhat 
expensive  ..."  A  train-de-hixe,  an  hotel-de- 
luxe, a  circus  with  a  ballot,  a  music-hall  with 
song-and-dance  girls,  gaming  rooms,  expensive 
petites  femmes   .    .    ■   everything  is  complete. 

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temples.  Visiting  the  temple  of  Confucius, 
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the  traveler  as  to  the  fireside  student.  Bel- 
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stone  to  the  greater  lands  that  lie  beyond, 
since  it  is  always  distance  that  beckons.  But 
to  miss  the  delights  of  Belgium  is  to  miss 
many  of  Europe's  greatest  treasures,  while 
to  be  ignorant  of  Belgium's  history  is  to 
overlook  the  keystone  of  European  policies 
and  to  miss  some  of  the  greatest  events  in 
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and  so  his  finely  chiseled  essays  should  be  as 
welcome     at     the     fireside     as     on     the     trail. 


Joseph    Pennell,    author   of    "Joseph    Pennell' s 
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Moreover,  it  may  be  admitted  that  he  has  a 
keener  eye  for  the  small  lives  that  cross  his 
path  than  for  the  mountain  peaks,  and  while 
he  is  by  no  means  indifferent  to  the  loud 
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the  vastnesses.  There  are  no  other  human 
beings  on  his  stage,  and  we  almost  long  for 
an  occasional  voice  to  break  the  silence. 
•  Mr.  Packard's  book  has  been  produced  in 
exterior  garb  worthy  of  its  interior  excel- 
lences. The  paper  is  thick,  the  type  is  large, 
and  the  binding  substantial  and  attractive.  It 
does  not  matter  whether  we  know  the  White 
Mountains  or  not.  Mr.  Packard  writes  of 
nature    in    a    certain    wide    sense    that    tran- 


scends geography  and  for  this  reason  it  de- 
serves the  popularity  that  should  be   its  lot. 

White  Mountain   Trails.      By  Winthrop   Pack- 
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Egyptian  Days. 

Mr.  Marden  need  not  apologize — as  he 
seems  inclined  to  do — for  any  part  of  his 
book  on  Egypt.  The  expert  is  abroad  in  the 
land  and  sometimes  we  get  too  much  of  his 
omniscience.  The  average  tourist  in  Egypt 
will  be  grateful  for  a  volume  like  this,  written 
by  a  layman  of  exceptional  intelligence  and 
information  whose  aim  it  has  been  to  write 
such  a  book  as  he  himself  would  have  wished 
to  have. 

It  is  indeed  an  admirable  combination  of 
ancient  and  modern.  Mr.  Marden  knows  how 
to  describe  the  Egypt  of  today  with  all  its 
pathetic  degeneracies,  but  he  never  forgets  to 
pay  his  obeisances  to  the  splendors  of  the  past. 
How.  delighted  Mark  Twain,  would  have  been 
had  he  known  that  nearly  every  donkey  in 
Ghizeh  is  named  after  him.  "And  this  don- 
key," says  the  persuasive  owner,  "he  named 
'Marka  Twain.'  You  know  Marka  Twain  ?" 
That  tribute  to  the  great  humorist  is  expected 
to  fetch  the  American  tourist,  and  perhaps  it 
does. 

The  author's  sketch  of  the  religion  and  his- 
tory of  Egypt  is  particularly  good.  But  why 
is  the  modern  writer  so  determined  to  deny 
to  the  ancient  Egyptian  the  use  of  a  sym- 
bolism in  which  his  own  religion  is  so  rich? 
Why  must  the  Egyptian  creeds  be  judged  so 
literally  ?  Possibly  it  is  quite  as  unjust  to 
assert  that  Egyptians — a  highly  developed  and 
cultivated  people — worshiped  crocodiles  or 
cats  as  to  suggest  that  Christians  worship  a 
dove  or  a  lamb.  And  why  should  it  be  a  mat- 
ter for  surprise  that  Egyptians  believed  in 
the  resurrection  of  the  body.  There  is  no 
proof  that  they  did,  but  surely  this  was  a  part 
of  Christian  creeds  until  a  few  years  ago. 

Egyptian  Days.  By  Philip  Sanford  Marden. 
Boston:    Houghton       ,  ¥*i    Company;    $3    net. 

The  Alps. 

Mr.  J.  Walter  McSpadden  is  responsible 
for  a  volume  fine  alike  in  composition  and. 
workmanship.  He  has  collected  the  most 
notable  of  the  poems  inspired  by  the  Alps. 
and  has  classified  them  under  the  various 
parts  of  Switzerland  to  which  they  refer, 
such  as  Berne,  Lombardy,  Lucerne,  Savoy,, 
etc.  There  are  twenty-one  of  these  divisions, 
and  one  hundred  and  twenty-five  poems,  or- 
extracts  of  poems,  from  Wordsworth,  Byron, 
Longfellow,  Tennyson,  Rogers,  Houghton,. 
Bryant,  Coleridge,  Shelley,  Ruskin,  Moore, 
Schiller,  Campbell,  and  others  of  equal  or 
lesser  note.  These  are  fitly  accompanied  by 
sixteen  illustrations  in  color  from  originaL 
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Lewis,  and  May  Hardwicke  Lewis.  Those  - 
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J.  Walker  McSpadden.  New  York:  Thomas  Y.. 
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"Mr.  Achilles,"  the  latest  book  by  Jennette 
Lee,  which  has  been  recently  brought  out  ini 
book  form  by  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.,  is  to  be 
published  shortly  in  an  edition  for  the  blind.. 


November  23,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


339 


PHILOSOPHY  AND  LITERATURE. 

Nature's  Harmonic  Unity. 
One  of  the  ancient  philosophers  said  that 
Nature  geometrizes  in  all  her  operations, 
that  she  works  always  by  form,  rule,  ratio, 
and  number.  It  is  one  of  those  propositions 
to  which  the  mind  willingly  assents,  but  its 
application  is  attended  with  difficulty  when  we 
are  confronted  with  the  almost  numberless 
forms  visible  in  the  material  world. 


James   Lane   Allen,    author    of    "The   Heroine 

in  Bronze."     The  Macmillan 

Company. 


But  this  remarkable  volume  by  Samuel  Col- 
man,  N.  A.,  and  edited  by  C.  Arthur  Coan, 
LL.  B.,  helps  us  materially  to  reach  the  basis 
of  a  mathematical  law  in  nature  and  to  apply 
it  to  the  art  that  would  imitate  and  idealize 
nature.  The  laws  of  natural  proportion,  says 
Mr.  Colman,  are  startlingly  uniform.  By  them 
Nature  creates  harmony,  correlating  the  parts 
of  her  form -composition  into  a  perfect  whole. 
Many  of  these  laws,  he  says,  were  among  the 
guarded  secrets  of  the  Masonic  order  and  of 
the  ancient  guilds,  secrets  that  have  now  been 
lost,  but  that  were  certainly  used  in  the  great 
architectural  masterpieces  of  antiquity. 
Whether  Mr.  Colman  has  rediscovered  any  of 
these  mysteries  must  be  left  for  expert  de- 
termination, but  if  he  has  actually  found  a 
canon  of  proportion  or  anything  tending  in 
that  direction  his  discovery  is  a  very  large 
one. 

He  divides  his  substantial  volume  into  four- 
teen sections,  all  of  them  illustrated  by  dia- 
grams of  extraordinary  complexity  and  cer- 
tainly suggestive  of  accuracy  and  law.  We 
have  sections  on  geometric  forms,  the  law  of 
numbers,  crystallography,  botany,  conchology, 
diatoms,  animate  forms,  the  human  figure, 
force,  and  architecture.  That  such  a  quest  as 
that  undertaken  by  the  author  is  usually  asso- 
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dimension,  perpetual  motion,  and  the  other 
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or  wrong,  he  is  certainly  suggestive,  and  his 
success  will  be  no  small  one  if  he  can  but  per- 
suade his  readers  that  the  evolution  of  the 
universe  does  actually  proceed  according  to 
mathematical  laws  that  are  dominant  alike 
over  grains  of  sand  and  solar  systems. 

Nature's  Harmonic  Unity.  By  Samuel  Col- 
man, N.  A.  Edited  by  C.  Arthur  Coan,  LL.  B. 
New  York:   G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons;  $3.50. 


A  History  of  Philosophy. 
This  is  not  a  new  book,  although  newly 
translated  into  English  by  the  competent  pen 
of  Professor  Charles  Finley  Sanders.  Its 
author,  Dr.  Harold  Hoffding,  is  professor  of 
philosophy  in  Copenhagen  and  is  already 
known  to  English-speaking  students  by  the 
translations  of  his  "Psychology,"  "Ethics," 
"Philosophy  of  Religion,"  "Problems  of  Phi- 
losophy," and  "History  of  Modern  Philoso- 
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count of  philosophic  thought  from  the  Renais- 
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needs  of  the  student  or  one  that  will  more 
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way  of  clear,  concise,  and  compact  informa- 
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A  Brief  History  of  Modern  Philosophy.  By 
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St.  Francis. 
A  belief  in  the  recorded  incidents  of  the 
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of  religion,  but  of  evidence,  and  evidence 
appeals  with  a  different  weight  to  different 
people.  Every  faith  that  the  world  has  ever 
known   has   produced    its   saints   to   whom    ab- 


John  Kendrick  Bangs,  author  of  "A  Little 

Book    of    Christmas."     Little, 

Brown    &    Co. 

normal  powers  have  been  ascribed,  and  while 
the  conventional  method  is  to  accept  the  rec- 
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of  God  and  to  reject  the  records  of  all  other 
religions  as  manifestations  of  the  Devil,  the 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


LATE  FICTION. 


Alma  at  Hadley  HalL 

A  glance  at  the  book  lists  seems  to  show- 
that  the  boy  is  more  favored  than  the  girl  in 
the  matter  of  juvenile  literature,  perhaps  be- 
cause the  boy  is  more  elemental  and  is  easily 
pleased  by  anything  that  appeals  to  the  primi- 
tive instincts.  But  the  nature  of  the  girl  is 
more  complex  and  her  tastes  are  finer,  with 
the  result  that  she  is  corresponding!)-  hard  to 
please. 

But  Louise  M.  Breitenbach  should  have  a 
wide  circle  of  girl  readers.  In  '"Alma  at  Had- 
ley Hall"  she  introduces  us  to  the  ideal  girl 
heroine  in  her  freshman  year,  a  girl  full  of 
life  and  ideals  and  yet  who  is  not  so  entirely 
good  as  to  excite  resentment.  Imitators  of 
Alma  Peabody  will  not  be  in  danger  of  dying 
young  through  excess  of  piety  or  the  jealous 
love  of  the  gods,  but  they  will  be  mighty  nice 
girls  all  the  same. 

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delicacy  that  falls  in  love  too  readily  and 
with  the  feminine  conscience  that  is  inno- 
cent of  logic.  And  lastly  comes  Tony,  who 
is  Adam's  half-brother  and  who  has  been 
banished  to  Canada  to  get  him  out  of  the 
way.  Tony  is  a  ne'er-do-weel,  a  fascinating, 
lovable  little  dandy  with  a  childlike  exterior 
and  a  rooted  repugnance  to  work. 

Tony  falls  in  love  with  Delia,  and  Delia 
imagines  that  she  can  save  him  by  marrying 
him,    which    of   course    she   can't.      But    while 


Less  Than  the  Dust. 

A  woman's  sense  of  duty  will  probably 
hurry-  her  into  more  weird  extravagances 
than  any  other  force  in  her  nature.  And 
for  this  reason  the  novel  that  describes  a 
woman's  sense  of  duty  can  hardly  be  judged 
by  ordinary  standards.  It  is  dealing  with  the 
incalculable. 

There  are  four  characters  to  this  story- 
First  we  have  Adam  Carruthers.  an  English 
economist  and  business  man.  who  goes  to 
Canada  to  lecture  on  free  trade.  Carruthers 
is  a  good  man.  but  silent,  reserved,  and  a 
little  solemn. 

Secondly  we  have  Pansy,  his  wife,  who 
married  him  because  she  admired  his  intel- 
lect and  pitied  his  loneliness,  but  who  now 
finds  herself  estranged  by  mutual  misunder- 
standings and  incompatibility.  Thirdly  we 
have  Pansy's  sister,  Delia,  unmarried,  emo- 
tional, and  seemingly  with   that  kind  of  ultra 


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they  are  still  engaged  Tony  is  claimed  by  a 
fourth-rate  actress,  supposed  now  to  be  on 
her  deathbed,  and  who  implores  him  to  marry 
her  and  so  "make  an  honest  woman  of  her." 
Delia  is  shocked  at  the  revelation,  but  tells 
her  lover  that  he  must  do  his  duty.  So  Tony 
attaches  himself  to  the  actress,  who  gets 
well  at  once,  as  she  naturally  would  do,  and 
therefore  there  is  nothing  left  for  Tony  but 
to  take  to  drink.  And  then,  by  way  of  a 
fresh  knot  in  the  tangle.  Delia  discovers  that 


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she  is  in  love  with  Adam,  her  brother-in-law, 
and  he  with  her. 

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some  one  would  commit  a  good  wholesome 
sin.  preferably  Delia.  But  no.  When  Adam 
and  Pansy  go  back  to  England,  Delia  decides 
to  remain  in  Canada,  so  that  she  may  com- 
pensate for  her  love  for  Adam  by  watching 
over  Tony  and  presumably  marrying  hira  if 
the  actress  should  eventually  decide  to  die 
or  disappear.  And  now  whether  a  woman 
would  act  in  this  way  must  be  left  for  the 
decision  of  the  reader  who  may  have  had 
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wish  for  a  little  stroll  after  supper,  and  finds 

him   sitting  by  the  sad  sea  waves  and  kissing 


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even  pursue  the  conventional  course  of  going 
hack  home  to  her  mother.  Adequate  explana- 
tions are  obviously  impossible,  although  we 
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this  way  and  have  no  sense  of  moral  turpi- 
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THE     ARGONAUT 


341 


LATE  FICTION. 


Caviare. 
Mr.  Grant  Richards  has  not  produced  a 
great  work  of  art ;  probably  he  had  no  inten- 
tion to  do  such  a  thing;  but  he  deserves  all 
proper  praise  for  a  distinctive  novel  of  action 
and  incident  and  one  that  does  no  serious  vio- 
lence to  the  possibilities.  It  was  natural 
enough  that  the  Hon.  Charles  Caerleon  should 
make   the  acquaintance   in   Paris  of  Mr.   Gor- 


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ham  and  his  daughter  Alison  and  that  he 
should  place  his  knowledge  of  the  French  me- 
tropolis at  the  service  of  his  wealthy  Ameri- 
can friends.  Nor  is  it  surprising  that  Caer* 
leon  should  fall  in  love  with  Alison.  Any 
one  would,  but  it  is  surprising  that  Mr.  Gor- 
ham's  business  rivals  in  Wall  Street  should 
be  intent  upon  abducting  him  for  a  week  or 
two  in  order  to  prevent  him  from  cabling  to 
New  York  the  daily  instructions  that  would 
interfere  with  their  speculative  plans.  Ab- 
duction seems  worse  than  campaign  contribu- 
tions, but  they  succeed  in  their  nefarious 
plans  with  such  ease  that  we  wonder  it  is  not 


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done  more  often.  In  the  meantime  Caerleon 
has  applied  for  Alison's  hand  and  has  been 
told  that  his  only  hope  is  to  go  to  America, 
get  to  work,  and  add  sufficiently  to  his  in- 
come to  justify  his  presumption.  So  we  find 
Mr.  Gorham  in  captivity  in  Paris,  Alison  in 
the  same  great,  wicked  city  and  breaking  her 
heart  on  account  of  her  father,  while  Caerleon 
is  in  New  York  taking  advantage  of  a  chance 
tip  to  plunge  heavily  and  successfully  in  the 
Stock  Exchange.  The  complicated  situation 
is  unusual,  and  i£  it  were  described  less  well 
wc  might  grow  a  little  restive.  But  the  au- 
thor has  the  gift  of  literary  verisimilitude  and 
a  certain  leisurely  style  in  narrative  that 
leaves  no  gap  unbridged  and  no  incident  un- 
explained. "Caviare"  stands  out  boldly  above 
the  ruck  of  contemporary  fiction  as  a  notable 
novel  of  its  kind  and  one  that  is  a  delight 
from  cover  to  cover. 

Caviare.  By  Grant  Richards.  Boston:  Hough- 
ton Mifflin  Company. 

♦ 

The  Good  Girl. 

There  was  once  an  aristocratic  father  who 
commented  upon  his  son's  gifts  to  a  chorus 
girl  in  this  way.  If,  he  said,  my  son  is  get- 
ting a  return  for  his  money  he  is  a  scoun- 
drel. If  he  is  getting  no  return  he  is  a  fool. 
Something  of  the  same  kind  mav  be  said  of 
Vendred  in  "The  Good  Girl." 

Vendred  falls  in  love  with  the  wife  of  Cap- 
tain   Dover,  who   is   a  blackleg,  a  ruffian,  and 


a  blackmailer.  A  beautiful  wife  is  a  distinct 
asset  to  such  a  man  as  Dover,  a  source  of 
perpetual  revenue  and  opportunity.  And 
Mrs.  Dover  has  that  peculiar  kind  of  charm 
of  which  beauty  is  only  one  of  the  adjuncts. 
The  author  avoids  the  mistake  common  among 
inartistic  writers  of  supposing  that  beauty 
alone  will  enmesh  the  man  of  the  world.  It 
will  not.  There  must  be  a  beguiling  atmos- 
phere of  femininity  that  is  possessed  usually 
by  the  unmoral  woman,  and  Mr.  O'SulIivan  is 
clever  enough  to  make  us  understand  to  the 
full  why  Vendred  is  infatuated  and  intoxi- 
cated by  Mrs.  Dover.  With  unusual  skill  he 
shows  us  her  ugly  environment,  the  shabby 
house,  the  crew  of  extravagantly  unpleasant 
people  that  frequent  it.  Vendred  is  so  hope- 
lessly in  love  that  he  is  indifferent  to  it  all. 
He  knows  that  he  is  being  bled  and  victim- 
ized, but  he  cares  nothing.  Then  at  last 
comes  Dover's  great  opportunity.  He  has  a 
young  daughter  by  a  previous  marriage,  a 
half-grown  girl  named  Louise,  and  one  day 
he  catches  his  wife  and  Vendred  in  a  com- 
promising but  innocent  situation,  and  an  en- 
forced marriage  between  Vendred  and  the 
girl  is  the  result.  The  victim  is  now  fairly 
in  the  toils  and  he  is  made  to  know  it. 
Dover's  blackmailing  loses  all  restraint.  He 
forges  and  embezzles,  knowing  that  his  son- 
in-law  must  come  to  his  rescue,  and  so  the 
descetisus    averni    proceeds     with     every    con- 


Illustralion  from  "The  Hollow  of  Her  Hand," 

by   George   Barr  McCutcheon. 

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comitant  of  squalor  and  degradation.  It  is 
a  thoroughly  ugly  picture,  and  although  there 
are  indications  of  coming  retribution  the  cur- 
tain falls  upon  a  sufficiently  dreary  picture. 

This  is  by  no  means  the  author's  first  ap- 
pearance, but  it  is  more  effective  than  any- 
thing that  has  preceded  it.  Its  workmanship 
is  in  every  way  admirable  and  its  every  detail 
convincing.  Mrs.  Dover  is  one  of  the  few 
women  of  modern  fiction  whom  the  reader 
will  remember,  and  it  is  unfortunate  that  the 
memory  will  be  accompanied  with  a  certain 
feeling  of   repulsion. 

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When  the  Forests  Are  Ablaze. 
This  story  is  written  with  the  subsidiary 
purpose  of  displaying  the  work  done  by  the 
United  States  Forest  Service  and  the  need 
for  its  extended  and  vigorous  support.  The 
heroine  is  a  school-teacher  who  decides  to 
strike  out  a  new  line  for  herself  by  taking 
up  a  forest  reserve.     We  have  a  vigorous  de- 


I Illustration    from    "The    Ordeal,"   by 

Charles  Egbert   Craddock.     7.  B. 

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scription  of  the  difficulties  and  dangers  that 
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with  the  aid  of  the  forest  rangers.  We  all 
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upon  one  condition.  He  must  go  at  midnight 
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town  entirely  naked  and  remain  there  a  month 
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permitted  to  others.  Pictorial  composition 
was  governed  by  legends,  and  although  in 
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an  adherent  to  the  old  types  which  his  cus- 
tomers doubtless  required. 

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the  fie'.d  occupied  by  Leonardo  da  Vinci  and 
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the  crown  of  the  head,  and  the  bottom  some 
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and  so  close  to  his  lines  that  a  fraction  of 
an  inch  deviation  of  the  chisel  would  have 
ruined  the  work,  and  the  single  strokes  were 
sometimes  six  inches  long. 

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and  so  we  can  understand  why  "when  the 
song  comes  to  its  inglorious  end,  both  song 
and  singer  are  thrown  out  together  into  the 
world's  rubbish  heap."  Why  is  it,  asks  the 
author,  that  a  composer  lives,  while  the 
singer  of  his  songs  is  among  the  Ephemeri- 
dae?  We  remember  Each,  who  wrote  the 
great  arias  for  the  tenor  of  the  Thomas- 
Kirche,  but  who  that  tenor  was  we  have  no 
idea. 

The  explanation  is  simple.  The  singer  does 
not  learn  his  business.  He  can  sing,  but  he 
can  not  interpret  He  is  a  musical  animal 
like  a  bird  and  with  just  as  much  indi- 
viduality. He  has  trained  his  voice,  but  not 
his  mind.  He  is  a  mechanician,  not  a  thinker. 
The  process  of  interpretation  is  intellectual 
and  psychological,  that  of  performance 
physical  and  dependent  upon  outside  condi- 
tions. 

The  object  of  the  author  is  to  indicate  to 
the  singer  what  he  needs  so  that  he  may  be- 
come an  intellectual  as  well  as  a  musical 
force.  And  so  we  have  sections  on  tech- 
nique, magnetism,  atmosphere,  tone-color, 
style,  word-illustration,  expression-marks,  and 
pauses.      Especially    notable    are    the    author's 


/.  D.  Beresford,  author  of  "A    Candidate 
for  Truth."     Little,  Broicn 
&  Co. 

three  "Main  Rules,"  the  first  being  "Never 
stop  the  march  of  a  song."  Secondly  comes 
"Sing  mentally  through  your  rests,"  and 
thirdly  "Sing  as  you  speak."  There  are  num- 
berless other  rules  as  well  as  valuable  chap- 
ters on  "How  to  Study  a  Song"  and  "How 
to  Breathe."  The  author  himself  is  an  ac- 
complished platform  singer  and  a  perusal  of 
his  work  shows  that  he  has  well  fulfilled  his 
object  "to  give  in  the  shortest  possible  form 
that  which  is  most  likely  to  prove  useful  to 
the  student." 

Interpretation  ix  Song.  By  Harry  Plunket 
Greene.  New  York:  The  Macmillan  Company; 
$1.50  net 


Plays  by  W.  B.  Yeats. 

Mr.  William  B.  Yeats  is  one  of  the  few 
living  dramatists  whose  motive  in  writini 
plays  is  not  to  earn  money,  but  to  create  a 
national  drama  that  shall  have  a  distinctly 
national  influence.  For  this  reason  his  plays 
have  a  significance  greater  even  than  their 
merit,  which  is  considerable.  In  this  volume 
we  have  six  dramas  that  are  now  so  well 
known  as  to  need  no  extended  reference. 
They  are  "The  Countess  Cathleen,"  "The 
Land  of  Heart's  Desire,"  "The  Shadowy 
Waters,"  "On  Baile's  Strand,"  "The  King's 
Threshold,"  and  "Deirdre." 

But  the  main  interest  of  the  volume  lies 
in  the  author's  outline  of  his  own  intentions 
and  the  intentions  of  those  associated  with 
him  in  the  Celtic  Renaissance.  The  problem 
was  to  get  an  audience,  and  the  way  to  get 


an  audience  was  to  furnish  not  so  much  what 
people  ought  to  want  as  what  they  do  actua'ly 
want  and  to  appeal  to  some  popular  want, 
even  though  that  want  wTas  so  far  unexpressed. 
The  theatre,  says  Mr.  Yeats,  would  be  a 
natural  centre  for  a  tradition  of  feeling  and 
thought,  but  it  must  appeal  to  the  interest  ap- 
pealed to  by  lively  conversation  or  by  ora- 
tory. A  play,  if  it  is  to  be  of  the  great  kind, 
must  have  beautiful  words  that  are  beauti- 
fully said.  It  must  appeal  in  a  way,  to  the 
musical  sense,  and  not  merely  to  the  interest 
evoked  by  happenings.  The  ordinary  dra- 
matic critic — and  perhaps  Mr.  Yeats  is  a  little 
Lard  here  upon  the  critic — will  maintain  that 
books  and  not  the  stage  should  be  asked  for 
beautiful  words,  but  in  the  days  when  men 
did  not  read  they  yet  loved  language,  and  the 
desire  for  noble  and  musical  words  was  a 
primitive  instinct.  The  language  of  the  stage 
and  of  poetry  must  be  "spoken  by  men  who 
have  music  in  their  voices  and  a  learned  un- 
derstanding of  its  sound,"  for  there  is  "no 
poem  so  great  that  a  fine  speaker  can  not 
make  it  greater,  or  that  a  bad  ear  can  not 
make  it  nothing."  Therefore  Mr.  Yeats  tells 
us  that  among  his  tasks  was  to  find  singers, 
minstrels,  and  players  who  love  words  more 
than  any  other  thing  under  heaven,  and  to 
create  "a  theatre  of  speech,  of  romance,  of 
extravagance." 

This  is  all  very  interesting,  and  we  may 
well  wish  that  some  one  would  do  for  America 
what  Mr.  Yeats  is  trying  to  do  for  Ireland. 
Possibly  there  is  a  triumph  awaiting  the 
American  dramatist  who  will  measure  the 
value  of  words  and  spend  as  much  time  upon 
the  beauty  of  ideas  and  the  music  of  lan- 
guage as  he  does  upon  the  details  of  a  stage 
effect. 

The  Poetical  Works  of  William  B.  Yeats.  In 
two  volumes.  Volume  II,  Dramatic  Poems.  New 
York:  The  Macmillan  Company;  $2  net. 


Anton  Tchekoff. 

Marian  Fell's  translation  of  four  of 
TchekofFs  plays  enables  us  to  become  better 
acquainted  with  a  Russian  writer  who  obtained 
extraordinary  popularity  in  his  own  country 
and  who  did  so  much  to  translate  to  his 
people  the  meaning  of  the  change  through 
which  Russia  is  passing.  Tchekoff  died  in 
1904,  leaving  to  his  credit  nine  plays,  eight 
novels  and  short  stories,  and  four  miscel- 
laneous sketches.  Of  his  plays,  we  are  now 
given  "Uncle  Vanya."  "Ivanoff,"  "The  Sea- 
Gull,"  and  "The  Swan  Song."  Of  these 
"Ivanoff"  seems  to  be  the  most  notable  be- 
cause he  had  the  courage  to  make  of  his  hero 
a  weak  and  commonplace  man,  a  type  of  the 
"useless  people"  of  Russia  who  are  yet  made 
beautiful  by  their  faith  in  the  ultimate  sal- 
vation of  humanity.  And  without  this  faith 
on  the  part  of  those  who  seem  to  have  the 
least  excuse  for  "it  the  world  would  surely 
die  of  stagnation.  The  translator,  in  a  fore- 
word, says  that  Tchekoff  "has  succeeded  in 
so  concentrating  the  atmosphere  of  the  Russia 
of  his  day  that  we  feel  it  in  every  line  we 
read,  oppressive  as  the  mists  that  hang  over 
a  lake  at  dawn,  and,  like  those  mists,  made 
visible  to  us  by  the  light__of  an  approaching 
day." 

Plays  ey  Aston  Tchekoff.  Translated  from 
the  Russian  by  Marian  Fell.  New  York:  Charles 
Scribner's  Sons;   $1.50  net, 

-*♦•> 

William  A.  Durgan  in  his  "Electricity"  (A. 
C.  McClurg  &  Co. ;  $1  net)  gives  us  a  useful 
history  of  the  modern  sen-ant  of  all  work,  as 
well  as  an  outline  of  the  various  kinds  of 
work  that  it  does  and  that  it  may  yet  do. 
Mr.  Durgan  steers  clear  of  theory  and  specu- 
lation as  to  the  nature  of  electricity,  but 
those  who  wish  to  familiarize  themselves  with 
its  practical  application  and  with  electrical 
terminology  can  hardly  find  a  more  practical 
and  useful  handbook  than  this. 


November  23,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


343 


JUVENILE  BOOKS. 


This  Year's  Book  for  Boys. 
Among  the  sumptuous  presentation  books 
of  the  year  must  be  counted  this  latest  issue 
of  the  Year  Book  for  Boys.  Nothing  of  its 
kind  could  be  finer.  A  place  has  been  found 
for  every  sort  of  adventure,  for  hazards  by 
land,  sea,  and  air,  stories  of  desperate  valor, 
hairbreadth  escape,  and  heroic  effort.  Twenty- 
two  authors  are  represented  in  the  table  of 
contents,  and  with  few  exceptions  they  write 
of  what  they  have  seen  and  known.  Claude 
Grahame-White  and  Harry  Harper  write  of 
"War  in  the  Air,"  Captain  Mathew  of  "Coast 
Defense"  and  "The  Torpedo,"  R.  I.  Lusignan 
of  "A  Day  in  a  Midshipman's  Life,"  and  Cap- 
tain Gilson  of  "The  Drums  of  the  Twenty- 
Fourth."  We  are  in  a  veritable  blaze  of  ro- 
mance   and    achievement    from    the    first   page 





Illustration    from    "The    Fourth    Down," 

by    Leslie    W.    Quirk.      Little, 

Brown  &  Co. 

to  the  last,  while  for  boys  of  quieter  taste 
and  for  those  who  do  not  wish  to  be  bathed 
in  blood  all  the  time  there  are  admirable  sec- 
tions on  the  application  of  science  to  the 
higher  varieties  of  amusement.  And  to  com- 
plete the  general  excellence  there  are  pro- 
fuse illustrations  in  color  and  line. 

This  Year's  Book  foe  Boys.  By  various  au- 
thors. New  York:  George  H.  Doran  Company; 
$1.50   net. 


The  Arabian  Nights. 

In  the  preface  to  Andrew  Lang's  edition  of 
"The  Arabian  Xights"  he  said  that  he  had  re- 
moved from  the  text  all  those  parts  suitable 
only  to  old  gentlemen  and  Arabs,  and  the  same 
expurgatory  process  seems  to  have  been  fol- 
lowed in  the  fine  editioD  that  reaches  us  from 
Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.  A  search  for  the  familiar 
and  fascinating  improprieties  fails  to  disclose 
them,  and  so  it  is  evident  that  this  edition 
of  the  greatest  stories  ever  told  may  be  read 
without  a  blush  by  innocence — if  innocence 
does  blush  nowadays,  which  is  doubtful.  No 
better  presentation  volume  of  the  kind  could 
be  found.  The  mechanical  excellences  of  its 
three  hundred  pages  of  bold  type  are  numer- 
ous, but  the  peculiar  delight  of  the  volume  is 
in  its  illustrations  by  Rene  Bull.  Of  these 
there  are  twenty  in  gorgeous  colors  and 
nearly  a  hundred  in  black  and  white. 

The  Arabian  Nights.  New  York:  Dodd,  Mead 
&  Co.;  $3.50  net. 

♦  - 

The  Book  ot  Baby  Birds. 

Those  in  search  of  high-class  books  for 
high-class  children  would  do  well  to  make  ac- 
quaintance with  this  joint  product  of  the 
artistic  and  literary  skill  of  E.  J.  Detmold 
and  Florence  E.  Dugdale.  The  pages  are  11 
inches  by  9  inches  in  dimension  and  of  un- 
usually stout  hand-made  paper,  and  the  nine- 
teen colored  illustrations  of  baby  birds  are 
works  of  art,  exquisite  alike  in  outline  and 
coloring.  The  descriptions,  printed  in  un- 
usually bold  type,  contain  all  the  information 
about  the  various  birds  likely  to  interest 
young  children,  who  should  on  no  account  be 
allowed  to  handle  the  pages  with  sticky 
fingers.  Fortunate  indeed  is  the  child  who  is 
allowed  to  make  the  acquaintance  of  baby 
birds  through  the  medium  of  this  choice  book. 

The  Book  of  Baby  Birds.  By  E.  J.  Detmold. 
New  York:  Hodder  &  Stoughton;  $2.50  net. 

The  Party  Book. 
Young  hostesses  who  are  looking  forward 
with  misgivings  to  Christmas  hospitalities 
would  do  well  to  secure  a  useful  book  that 
tells  so  clearly  what  should  be  done  and  how 
to  do  it.  The  volume  is  divided  into  four 
parts,  the  first  devoted  to  luncheons  and  din- 
ners, the  second  to  table  decorations,  the 
third  to  refreshments,  and  the  fourth  to  en- 
tertainments, games,  and  contests. 

The  Pakty  Book.  By  Winifred  Fales  and  Mary 
Xorthend.      Boston:   Little,    Brown  &   Co.;   $2   net. 


The  Boys'  Parkman. 
Literary  selections  from  larger  works  and 
compiled  for  the  use  of  the  young  are  usually 
to  be  deprecated  as  hasty  anticipations  that 
spoil  the  palate,  but  they  are  justifiable  in 
the  case  of  so  voluminous  a  writer  as  Park- 


man.  In  this  case  the  compiler  has  selected 
the  most  thrilling  and  picturesque  passages 
from  the  historical  writings  with  a  special 
eye  to  those  chapters  that  have  to  do  with 
Indians,  their  manners,  customs,  and  charac- 
teristics. The  result  is  a  volume  that  bears 
no  marks  of  the  shears  and  that  can  hardly 
fail  to  be  a  delight  to  boys. 

The    Boys'    Parkman.      Compiled    by    Louise    S. 
Hasbrouck.     Boston:  Little,   Brown  &  Co.;  $1  net. 
♦ 

Some  Books  for  Children. 

From  Little,  Brown  &  Co.  comes  a  goodly 
list  of  literature  for  the  young  with  due  re- 
gard to  sex,  age,  and  predilection.  The  fol- 
lowing may  be  mentioned  among  the  more 
notable   contributions  : 

"Buddie  at  Gray  Buttes  Camp,"  by  Anna 
Chapin  Ray  ($1.50),  belongs  to  the  well- 
known  Buddie  books,  and  relates  some  of  the 
more  stirring  events  at  Gray  Buttes  Camp. 
There  is  a  railroad  wreck,  a  wolf  hunt,  and 
a  canoe  trip  among  other  incidents.  The  il- 
lustrations are  by  Harriet  Roosevelt  Richards. 

"The  Fourth  Down,"  by  Leslie  W.  Quirk- 
til. 20  net),  is  a  good  football  story,  quite  as 
good  as  we  should  expect  from  an  author  who 
has  already  laid  the  world  of  boys  under  an 
obligation  by  his  many  clever  athletic  stories. 

"Henley's  American  Captain,"  by  Frank  E. 
Channon  ($1.50),  is  the  third  volume  of  the 
popular  Henley  Schoo'boy  series  and  deals 
with  Roger  Jackson's  experiences  in  his  final 
year  at  a  large  English  school.  Mr.  Chan- 
non knows  boys  on  both  sides  of  the  Atlantic 
and  he  shows  how  they  succeed  in  rubbing 
off  each  other's  angles. 

"Ned  Brewster's  Year  in  the  Big  Woods," 
by  Chauncey  J.  Hawkins  ($1.20  net),  de- 
scribes a  year  of  wilderness  life.  The  hero, 
with  his  father  and  a  guide,  learns  the  ways 
of  the  deer,  moose,  panther,  beaver,  and 
partridge,  as  we'.l  as  how  to  handle  a  gun  and 
a  hundred  other  things  not  to  be  found  in 
books. 

"Donald  Kirk,  the  Morning  Record  Copy 
Boy,"  by  Edward  Mott  Wooley  ($1.20  net), 
is  a  story  of  a  newspaper  boy  who  is  anxious 
to  become  a  newspaper  man  and  so  accompa- 
nies the  reporters  on  their  work  and  meets 
with  some  exciting  experiences.  The  book 
contains  a  faithful  picture  of  the  news  room 
in  a  big  daily. 

"The  Young  Crusaders  at  Washington,"  by 
George  P.  Atwater  ($1.50),  is  the  second 
volume  in  the  Young  Crusaders  series  and 
relates  how  the  entire  military  company  is 
taken  to  Washington  and  presented  to  the 
President.  The  plot,  which  begins  at  Pertage, 
is  brought  to  a  conclusion  by  a  series  of  ex- 
citing adventures  in  Washington. 

"Curiosity  Kate,"  by  Florence  Bone  ($1.20 
net),  is  a  story  of  an  English  girls'  boarding- 
school  called  Coniston  College.  Kate  comes 
to   the   school   as   a   spoiled   child   and  we   are 


Illustration    from    "Dancing    and    Dancers    of 

Today,"    by    Caroline    and    Charles    H. 

Caffin.     Dodd,  Mead  &  Co. 

allowed    to   watch   the  interesting   process   of 
unspoiling  her. 

"Cherry-Tree  Children,"  by  Mary  Francis 
Blaisdell  (60  cents),  is  intended  for  boys  and 
girls  from  six  to  nine.  It  is  the  fourth  vol- 
ume of  the  Boy  Blue  series  and  is  made  up 
of  charming  stories  of  birds  and  animals  that 
make  their  homes  in  and  around  the  cherry- 
tree.  The  large  type  and  bright  illustrations 
make  the  book  a  suitable  one  for  those  just 
beginning  to  read. 


Another  book  list  rich  in  children's  litera- 
ture is  that  of  Thomas  Y.  Crowell  Company, 
and  one  appealing  to  a  wide  audience  of 
young  people.  Among  its  contents  the  fol- 
lowing may  be  noted : 

"Everyday  Susan,"  by  Mary  F.  Leonard 
($1.50),  is  for  girls  from  twelve  to  sixteen. 
It  is  a  story  of  a  year  or  two  in  a  group 
of  young  girls'  lives  and  is  full  of  quiet  ad- 
vice and  sound  common  sense. 

"Old  Four-Toes,"  by  Edwin  L.  Sabin 
($1.50),  needs  no  recommendation  to  those 
familiar  with  Mr.  Sabin's  work.  Mr.  Sabin 
never  "talks  down"  to  his  audience,  a  common 
failing  among  writers  for  the  young.  His 
latest  story  is  of  hunting,  Indians,  and  all  the 
delights  of  the  trail. 

"Dorothy  Brooke  at  Ridgemore,"  by  Fran- 
ces C.  Sparhawk  ($1.50),  is  a  sequel  to  the 
Dorothy  volumes  that  have  preceded  it  and 
relates  how  Dorothy  enters  Ridgemore  Col- 
lege. Many  new  characters  are  introduced 
and  the  story  is  complete  in  itself,  but  those 
who  are  already  acquainted  with  the  author's 


heroine  wdl  need  no  persuasion  to  renew  the 
intimacy. 

"Legends  of  Our  Little  Brothers,"  by  Lilian 
Gask  ($1.50),  is  a  book  of  fairy  lore  of  birds 
and  beasts.  Each  chapter  has  a  tale  about 
an  animal  of  some  strange  country  which  the 
Wind  in  his  travels  has  visited.  There  are 
sixteen  full-page  illustrations  by  Dorothy 
Hardy. 

"Building  an  Airship  at  Silver-Fox  Farm," 
by  James  Otis  ($1.50),  should  be  of  interest 
to  the  youthful  imagination  that  has  been 
fired  by  aviation.  Three  boys,  aided  by  a 
millionaire,  construct  an  airship,  and  if  the 
story  did  not  come  to  an  end  just  where  it 
does  we  might  actually  see  the  flight,  but 
perhaps  that  will  come  later. 


Three  good  books  may  be  selected  to  rep 
resent  the  admirable  list  issued  by  the  J.  B. 
Lippincott   Company. 

The  first  is  "Pewee  Clinton — Plebe,"  by 
Professor  W.  O.  Stevens  ($1.25  net).  It  de- 
scribes the  adventures  of  a  "plebe"  at  the 
United  States  Naval  Academy.  Fresh  from 
the  home  town  and  filled  with  dreams  of 
naval  glory,  he  finds  himself  the  centre  of 
lively  happenings,  somewhat  different  from  his 
expectations. 

The  second  of  the  Lippincott  books  is 
"With  Carson  and  Fremont,"  by  Edwin  L. 
Sabin,  in  which  the  author  relates  adven- 
tures that  are  not  new,  but  that  are  never 
old.  Mr.  Sabin  is  in  the  front  rank  of  writers 
for  boys  and  this  particular  story  is  one  on 
no   account   to   be   missed. 

"Corah's  School  Chums,"  by  Mary  Baldwin 
($1.25  net),  is  a  story'  of  school  life  in  Eng- 
land, very  charmingly  told  and  well  illus- 
trated in  color.         

George  H.  Doran  Company  publish  some 
truly  wonderful  books  for  little  children,  as 
well    as    their    elders.      Notable    among    them 


may  be  mentioned  "The  Kewpies  and  Dotty 
Darling,"  by  Rose  O'Neill  ($1.25).  Both  il- 
lustrations and  letterpress  are  exactly  suited 
to   their  purpose. 

Another  volume,  even  finer,  is  "The  Peek-a- 
Boos  at  Play,"  by  Chloe  Preston,  boldly 
printed  and  illustrated  in  a  quite  exceptional 
and  unconventional  way.     Price,  $1.25  net. 


The  Century  Company  has  published  a  good 
assortment  of  juvenile  literature  for  boys  and 
girls. 

Among  the  stories  for  girls  is  "Sue  Jane," 
by  Maria  T.  Daviess  ($1.25  net).  Sue  Jane 
is  a  real  little  girl,  a  chum  of  the  author  in 
her  boarding-school  days.  "Most  of  the  inci- 
dents," says  the  author,  "are  near-truths,  all 
the  fun  is  real,  and  most  of  the  catastrophes 
really  happened." 

"The  Knights  of  the  Golden  Spur,"  by  Ru- 
pert Sargent  Holland  ($1.25  net),  explains 
how  a  boy  of  today  goes  back  to  other  times 
and  shares  with  each  of  half  a  dozen  of  the 
most  famous  knights  in  history  some  danger- 
ous adventure. 

"Crofton  Chums,"  by  Ralph  Henry-  Barbour 
($1.25  net),  reminds  us  that  the  author  has 
already  written  forty  stories  for  boys,  but  his 
fund  of  incident  and  adventure  seems  to  be 
as  prolific  as  ever.  "Crofton  Chums"  is  an 
outdoor  book,  as  all  boys'  books  ought  to  be, 
and  is  full  of  boating  and  football,  as  well 
as  of  the  more  serious  interests  of  school 
life. 

Among  recent  additions  to  the  Home  Uni- 
versity Library  (Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  50  cents 
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is  an  ably  written  summary  of  the  gradual 
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followed  it. 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


Rodin. 
Muriel  Ciolkowska's  little  volume  on  Rodin 
with  its  twenty-five  illustrations  is  among 
recent  additions  to  Little  Books  on  Art  and 
may  fairly  be  described  as  an  almost  perfect 
production  of  its  kind.  Doubtless  more  might 
be  said,  but  certainly  less  ought  not  to  be 
said  in  an  effort  to  assign  to  Rodin  his  place 
in  art  and  to  give  to  those  that  admire  him 
a  reason  for  the  faith  that  is  in  them.  But 
the  author  does  more  than  this.  She  gives  us 
also  a  competent  biography  of  the  artist 
rather  than  of  the  man,  a  sketch  of  the  un 
folding  of  his  art  and  of  the  psychological 
processes  that  lay  behind  it.  Rodin  is  in- 
deed remarkable  among  great  artists  in  that 
he  has  psychological  processes  and  that  he 
strives  to  execute  ideas.  In  this  respect 
Rodin  resembles  Michaelangelo  "in  that  he 
astounds  us  by  an  apparently  equivalent  de- 
gree of  brain-power  as  of  manual  skill,  but 
he  moves  more  delicate  chords  in  us  than 
does  the  master  of  the  Renaissance,  whose 
art  is  more  abstract  and  less  communicative." 
Rodin's  art  is  more  emotional.  He  gives  a 
larger  place  to  woman  and  to  love,  and,  more- 
over, he  is  confronted  with  a  human  anguish 
which  is  a  dominant  note  of  modern  civiliza- 
tion and  which  Michaelangelo  was  not  called 
upon  to  depict. 

The  volume,  although  small,  has  been  sup- 
plemented by  a  complete  bibliographical  list 
compiled  in  order  of  date  and  also  by  a  full 
index.  It  is  a  work  so  competent  that  the 
art  student  can  not  afford  to  overlook  it. 

Rodin.  By  Muriel  Ciolkowska.  Chicago:  A.  C. 
McClurg  S:  Co.;  $1  net. 


But  in  order  that  fitting  sacrifice  be  made 
upon  the  altar  of  the  practical  we  have  a 
concluding  chapter  by  Walter  Hale  on  "The 
Cost  of  Motoring  Abroad." 

Motor  Journeys.     By  Louise  Closser  Hale.     Il- 
lustrated.    Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.;  $2  net. 


Motor  Journeys. 
The  name  of  Louise  Closser  Hale  upon  the 
title-page  is  sufficient  guaranty  that  we  shall 
hear  a  good  deal  about  the  journeys  and  not 
much  about  the  motor,  for  which  heaven  and 
the  author  are  entitled  to  our  thanks.  In- 
deed on  the  very  first  page  we  are  invited  to 
pity  Lucrezia  Borgia,  and  this  we  are  willing 
enough  to  do,  it  being  true  that  her  worst 
crime  was  her  name.  She  even  had  virtues, 
had  Lucrezia,  for  we  are  told  that  on  one  oc- 
casion she  absented  herself  from  a  festivity 
because  "she  is  naturally  inclined  to  solitude 
and  for  the  purpose  of  washing  her  head," 
says  Pozzi,  a  praiseworthy  pursuit  and  one 
that  exalts  her  above  her  day  and  genera- 
tion. 

These  motor  journeys  began  with  Italy  and 
they  continued  through  Germany,  France, 
Spain,  and  Africa.  Their  record  contains  no 
suggestion  of  the  guide-book  or  the  diary,  no 
itineraries,  none  of  the  usual  solemn  parade 
of  trivialities,  and,  best  of  all,  no  motor  me- 
chanics. It  is  a  humorous  and  vivid  presenta- 
tion of  incidents,  personalia,  and  dialogue 
well  worthy  of  the  author's  reputation  and 
therefore  well  worthy  of  an  audience,  whether 
said    audience    possesses    automobiles    or    not. 


Scum  o'  the  Earth. 
The  few  poems  that  Mr.  Schauffler  has 
given  to  us  are  of  the  kind  to  make  us  wish 
for  more,  and  so  much  can  be  said  of  very 
few  of  the  poets  of  today.  Mr.  Schauffler's 
acquaintance  with  the  immigrant  is  like  Sam 
Weller's  knowledge  of  London — extensive  and 
peculiar.  Himself  of  Moravian  birth,  he  has 
associated  himself  intimately  with  Slavonic 
peoples  in  Europe  and  in  America,  living 
their  life  and  saturating  himself  with  their 
sentiments.  The  result  is  a  genuine  interpre- 
tation, not  from  above  or  without,  but  from 
the  inside  and  in  the  fullest  sense  of  the 
word.  A  single  example  may  help  to  show 
the  vigor  of  Mr.  Schauffler's  verse  and  to  in- 
crease the  general  desire  for  moire  of  the 
same  sort: 

Stay,  are  we  doing  you  wrong 

Calling  you   "scum  o'   the  earth." 

Man    of  the  sorrow-bowed   head, 

Of  the  features  tender  yet  strong, — 

Man    of   the    eyes    full    of   wisdom    and    mystery 

Mingled    with    patience   and   dread, 

Have  not  I  known  you  in  history, 

Sorrow-bowed  head? 

Were  you  the  poet-king,  worth 

Treasures  of  Ophir  unpriced? 

Were  you  the  prophet,  perchance,  whose  art 

Foretold  how  the  rabble  would  mock 

That    Shepherd   of   spirits   ere    long, 

Who  should  carry  the  lambs  on  his  heart 

And   tenderly  feed  his  flock 

Man,  lift  that  sorrow-bowed  head. 

Lo!   'tis  the  face  of  the  Christ. 

Mr.  Schauffler  is  among  the  poets  who  have 
vision  and  a  message. 

Scum  o'  the  Earth  and  Other  Poems.  By 
Robert  Haven  Schauffler.  Boston:  Houghton 
Mifflin    Company;   $1   net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
Two  attractive  anthologies  compiled  by 
Grace  Browne  Strand  and  published  by  A.  C. 
McClurg  &  Co.  (50  cents  net  each)  are  en- 
titled "Patience,  Perseverance,  Endurance," 
and  "Possibility,  Purpose,  Endeavor."  The 
selections  are  well  made  and  the  workman- 
ship handsome  enough  for  the  gift  list.  The 
compiler  has  now  six  anthologies  of  this  kind 
to   her  credit. 

Among  recent  "get  ahead"  books  is  a  par- 
ticularly good  one  by  Edward  Mott  Woolley. 
It  is  entitled  "The  Junior  Partner"  (E.  P. 
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and  intimate  story  of  the  inner  secrets  that 
led  him  to  success.  A  wealth  of  homely 
philosophy  is  elicited  and  the  book  has  all 
the  swing  of  a  good  novel. 


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The  Century  Company  has  brought  out  a  new 
edition  of  M.  Boutet  de  Monvel's  "Joan  of 
Arc,"  which  has  been  out  of  print  for  some 
months.  Both  the  text  and  pictures  of  this 
unique  volume  are  the  work  of  the  famous 
French  artist,  the  same  who  made  the  illustra- 
tions for  Dr.  Maurice  Francis  Egan's  "Every- 
body's St.  Francis,"  one  of  the  new  fall  issues. 

The  first  collection  of  poems  and  stories  by 
Bret  Harte  to  be  issued  for  school  use  has 
just  been  published  by  Houghton  Mifflin  Com- 
pany in  their  Riverside  Literature  series. 
This  book  of  selections  is  edited  by  Charles 
Swain  Thomas,  A.  M..  head  of  the  English  de- 
partment in  the  Newton  (Massachusetts) 
High  School. 

M.  Pierre  Loti,  the  distinguished  French 
writer  of  romance  and  member  of  the  French 
Academy,  who  came  to  New  York  to  direct 
the  production  of  his  new  play,  "The  Daugh- 
ter of  Heaven,"  has  engaged  to  contribute  to 
the  Century  Magazine  the  record  of  his  im- 
pressions of  New  York,  and  they  will  appear 
in  an  early  number.  M.  Loti  is  preeminent 
among  French  writers  as  an  observer  of  for- 
eign lands. 

A  fund  for  the  erection  of  a  memorial  to 
Charles  Lever,  in  the  British  cemetery  at 
Trieste,  where  the  novelist,  who  was  consul 
there,  died  forty  years  ago,  is  proposed  by 
the  British  chaplain  at  that  port. 

A  timely  article  in  the  November  St.  Niclv- 
olas,  the  first  number  of  the  new  volume,  is 
an  account  of  "Woodrow  Wilson  and  Ameri- 
can Football,"  by  Parke  H.  Davis,  author  of 
"Football,  the  American  Intercollegiate  Game," 
and  representative  of  Princeton  University  on 
the  rules  committee. 

Among  the  new  editions  of  last  week  an- 
nounced by  the  Macmillan  Company  may  be 
mentioned  Ida  TarbelFs  "The  Business  of 
Being  a  Woman,"  Albert  Edwards's  "Pan- 
ama ;  The  Canal,  The-  Country,  and  The 
People,"  Edward  V.  Lucas's  "A  Little  of 
Everything,"  Albert  Edwards's  "A  Man's 
World,"  and  Zona  Gale's  "Christmas."  There 
are  two  facts  of  particular  interest  in  this 
record.  It  is  not  often  that  one  author  has 
a  book  of  travel  and  a  novel  both  among  the 
best  sellers  as  has  Mr.  Edwards.  Again,  the 
reprinting  of   Miss   Gale's  story   was   required 


before  publication,  for  the  novel  was  not  readv 
until  the  13th. 

A  quite  unusual  compliment  is  paid  Mrs. 
Dorothy  Canfield  Fisher,  whose  "A  Montes- 
sori  Mother"  has  just  been  issued  by  Henry 
Holt  &  Co.  Dr.  Maria  Montessori  has  be- 
spoken the  right  to  have  it  translated  and  pub- 
lished in  Italian  under  her  personal  direction 
and  for  the  benefit  of  Italian  mothers. 

Albert  Edwards,  as  the  author  of  "A  Man's 
Word"  calls  himself,  was  born  in  1879  of,  as 
he  somewhat  lightly  puts  it,  "poor  but  honest 
parents."  His  education  was  received  at  a 
New  Jersey  preparatory  school,  where  he 
stayed  for  two  years,  and  at  Hamilton  Col- 
lege, where  his  career  was  "short  and  in- 
glorious," to  again  use  Mr.  Edwards's  own 
phrase,  though  why  he  does  not  say.  After 
his  years  of  study  he  engaged  for  five  years 
in  philanthropic  and  social  work  in  New  York 
City,  following  which  he  went  abroad.  This 
was  in  1905.  He  visited  almost  every  known 
country,  writing  articles  for  Harper's  Weekly 
and  existing  as  a  free-lance  journalist.  Two 
years  of  this  time  he  spent  in  Russia  and 
much  of  it  in  Africa,  to  which  country  he 
plans  to  return  this  fall.  He  was  also  sent 
to  Panama  to  investigate  the  conditions  there 
and  wrote  a  book  on  the  subject  for  the  Mac- 
millan  Company. 


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are  kept  busy ;  others  have  put  aside  their 
costly  power  plants,  finding  that  it  is  bet- 
ter and  cheaper  to  buy  power  than  to 
manufacture  it. 

One  of  the  notable  departures  of  the 
year  from  the  old  order  of  things  has 
been  the  Union  Iron  Works,  which  con- 
tracted for  "Pacific  Service,"  furnished  by 
the  San  Francisco  Gas  and  Electric  Com- 
pany. This  is  a  very  large  and  substantial 
contract,  one  of  the  largest  entered  into 
this  year  by  the  power  company,  and  is 
significant  of  the  trend  of  thought  in  mod- 
ern business.  It  is  also  a  very  gratifying 
tribute  to  the  ability  of  this  pioneer  power 
company  to  meet  every  demand,  however 
large,  which  is  likely  to  be  made  for  elec- 
trical power. 

It  is  interesting  to  learn  how  the  change 
came  to  be  made.  It  was  found  that  in 
m  aking  extensive  improvements  at  the 
Iron  Works,  the  steam  plant  had  been 
severely  overtaxed.  Two  courses  were 
open — to  modernize  the  power  house  or  to 
buy  power.  A  careful  investigation  by  the 
officials  of  the  company  showed  that 
cheaper  and  more  reliable  service  could  be 
obtained  from  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric 
Company's  50,000-horsepower  station,  only 
two  blocks  away,  than  from  any  private 
plant  which  could  be  built.  Reliability  of 
service  is  of  prime  importance  in  the  ship- 
repair  business,  owing  to  the  danger  to 
workmen  in  case  the  lighting  fails,  espe- 
cially in  tanks  of  fuel-oil  carriers,  and 
also  on  account  of  the  heavy  financial  loss 
incurred  through  even  a  few  minutes  of 
idleness  of  several  thousand  men. 

There  are  still  other  advantages  of  pur- 
chased power,  especially  in  a  big  plant, 
which,  at  the  end  of  a  year,  mean  a  sub- 
stantial saving  in  dollars  and  cents.  Espe- 
cially is  this  true  where  much  night  work 
is  done.  It  is  shown  in  the  ability  to 
operate  such  shifts  on  repair  or  other 
work  without  the  expense  of  running  a 
steam  plant  full  blast  for  a  few  machines. 
In  such  instances  the  limitations  of  an 
inadequate  private  plant  stand  out  strik- 
ingly. 

This  is  but  one  instance  of  the  proof 
that  the  private  power  plant  is  more  costly 
to  operate  and  less  reliable  than  current 
purchased  from  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Elec- 
tric Company,  for  the  city  of  San  Fran- 
cisco came  to  a  similar  decision  recently. 
It  studied  the  matter  carefully,  for  these 
are  days  of  much  discussion  of  municipal 
ownership  of  public  utilities  all  over  the 
country,  and  proved  conclusively  that  it 
would  be  cheaper  and  better  from  every 
standpoint  to  purchase  power  for  the 
operation  of  its  municipally  owned  and 
operated  Geary  Street  railroad.  This  big 
contract  also  calls  for  "Pacific  Service," 
which  is  being  supplied  to  two-thirds  of 
California's  population — thirty  counties  of 
the  fifty-eight  in  the  State. 


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THE    ARGONAUT 


351 


"A  BUTTERFLY  ON  THE  WHEEL." 


Our  recollections  of  past  English  companies 
that  have  traveled  out  here  to  San  Francisco 
are,  on  the  whole,  rather  pleasant.  Away 
back  in  the  past  there  were  the  several  Mrs. 
Langtry  companies,  the  supporting  troupes  of 
Mrs.  Patrick  Campbell  when  on  tour,  the 
Henry  Irving  organization  of  long  past  years, 
that  interesting  actor  Willard,  with  his  list 
of  English  plays,  and,  in  this  later  time, 
Forbes  Robertson,  whom  we  hope  to  see 
again  in  a  more  humanly  interesting  role. 
Going  back  to  the  theatrical  era  just  preced- 
ing this,  before  the  American  playwrights  had 
gained  a  firm  hold  on  the  attention  of  their 
compatriots,  there  were  a  number  of  English 
companies  of  solid  merit  that  came  out  here 
and  interpreted  with  excellent  finish  the  plays 
of  Sydney  Carton,  Arthur  Pinero,  and  Henry 
Arthur  Jones. 

So,  in  spite  of  there  being  no  well-known 
or  familiar  names  in  the  Shubert  and  Lewis 
Waller  production  of  "A  Butterfly  on  the 
Wheel,"  we  felt  justified  in  looking  forward 
with  some  interest  to  a  performance  charac- 
terized by  the  polish  inherent  in  drama 
straight  from  London,  the  English-speaking 
metropolis  of  the  world.  But  we  were  woe- 
fully disappointed. 

The  company  that  is  playing  "A  Butterfly 
on  the  Wheel"  strikes  one  as  second-class, 
and  not  in  the  least  representative  of  London 
histrionism.  The  personnel  is  that  of  people 
who  tour  in  the  provinces.  As  soon  as  the 
French  maid  opened  her  mouth  we  imme- 
diately registered  the  first  drop  in  our  an- 
ticipations. This,  we  felt,  was  not  to  be  a 
performance  of  all-round  merit,  in  which 
servants'  roles  would  be  played  with  the  finish 
of  principals- 
Dorothy  Lane,  who  impersonates  the  so- 
ciety butterfly  Mrs.  Admaston,  next  entered, 
and  we  had  another  slump.  It  was  perfectly 
apparent  at  once  that  the  leading  lady  of  the 
company,  although  young  and  good  looking, 
is  not  "first  chop."  Then  came  J.  Malcolm 
Dunn,  the  leading  man,  and  we  settled  down 
resignedly  to  mediocrity. 

For  we  recognized  then  that  although  there 
are  right  honorables,  lords,  ladies,  and  knights 
in  the  character-list  of  "A  Butterfly  on  the 
Wheel,"  we  were  not  to  enjoy  le  parfum  de 
la  bonne  societe.  The  "Butterfly  on  the 
Wheel"  company  is  not  of  that  histrionic 
rank  which  includes  players  who  know  how 
to  portray  lords  and  ladies  and  the  society- 
elect  of  London  drawing-rooms. 

And  still,  after  recognizing  this  fact,  we 
had  another  shock  when  Lady  Atwill  en- 
tered. Lady  Atwill,  young,  presumably  swag- 
ger, a  member  of  the  smart  set,  and  glitter- 
ingly  indifferent  to  any  ethical  considerations 
which  interfered  with  her  scheme  of  life,  as 
played  by  Alys  Rees,  is  the  picture  of  middle- 
class  respectability.  Her  very  clothes  look 
middle-class,  and  the  cut  of  her  jib  is  sug- 
gestive of  the  rooted  propriety  of  the  pros- 
perous British  matron  of,  well,  let  us  say  the 
England  of  George  Eliot. 

These  people  proceeded  to  initiate  us  into 
the  worries  of  a  quartet  of  English  aristo- 
crats on  a  pleasure  trip  to  Paris,  who  be- 
came separated  by  some  mischance  that  later 


turns  out  to  be  a  machination,  so  that  Lady 
Admaston  and  Roderick  Collingwood,  accom- 
panied only  by  the  aforesaid  Britishly  French 
maid,  take  rooms — on  a  basis,  however,  of 
entire  propriety — at  the  Hotel  des  Tuileries. 
Lady  Admaston,  while  having  an  indiscreet 
evening  tete-a-tete  with  Collingwood,  who  is 
an  old  and  valued  friend  and  flirtee,  suddenly 
finds  herself  being  made  violent  love  to  by 
her  companion,  who,  excited  by  their  dan- 
gerous isolation,  loses  his  head  and  his  self 
command. 

We  then  discover  that  the  butterfly  wife 
belongs  to  that  type  of  woman  that  permits 
itself,  through  youthful  levity  and  light- 
headedness, to  frolic  on  the  brink  of  the 
abyss,  without  realizing  the  real  peril  of  a 
sudden  toboggan  slide  down  into  the  depths. 
Lady  Admaston,  in  fact,  loves  her  husband, 
and  is  startled  and  terrified  by  her  friend's 
sudden  change  of  attitude  from  admirer  to 
impassioned  lover.  She  rebuffs  him,  but  in 
the  meantime  her  husband's  unexpected  ring 
on  the  telephone  is  answered  by  Collingwood, 
and  she  is  compromised  beyond  possibility  of 
explanation. 

Following  this  act  comes  the  one  in  which 
the  reunited  four,  remembering  the  impreg- 
nable propriety  of  the  distant  Right  Honor- 
able George  Admaston,  M.  P.,  discuss  ways 
and  means  of  persuading  the  husband,  who, 
made  suspicious  by  the  receipt  of  an  anony- 
mous letter,  is  on  the  way  to  Paris,  that 
Peggy,  the  butterfly  wife,  has  not  trans- 
gressed the  social  code. 

The  arrival  of  George  Admaston  precipi- 
tates a  situation  similar  to  that  portrayed  in 
the  big  act  of  "The  Liars."  This  scene  is 
very  much  brightened  by  the  excellent  com- 
edy acting  of  Hamilton  Deane,  who,  as  Lord 
Ellerdine,  a  nobleman  of  the  "silly  ass"  type, 
shows  himself  to  be  a  solitary  luminous  planet 
among  a  group  of  faint  and  foggy  twinklers. 
Lord  Ellerdine  cheers  us  up  very  much.  Ham- 
ilton Deane  is  able  to  give  his  foolish  noble- 
man the  air  of  usedness  to  the  society  atmos- 
phere conspicuously  lacking  in  the  others. 
His  Lord  Ellerdine  holds  the  centre  of  the 
stage  well,  his  literal-mindedness,  welded  with 
the  British  nobleman's  rooted  belief  in  him- 
self, is  cleverly  done ;  his  folly  entertains, 
and  Mr.  Deane  affords  us  a  glimpse  of  what  a 
first-class  company  might  have  made  out  of 
the  play- 
But  while  Lord  Ellerdine  is  entertaining  the 
audience  he  is  shedding  gloom  and  suspicion 
over  the  spirit  of  the  husband.  For,  like 
some  of  the  group  in  "The  Liars,"  he  tries  to 
lie  without  having  any  natural  bent  for  the 
accomplishment.  As  a  result  of  the  amiable 
futility  of  Lord  Ellerdine's  efforts  to  bolster 
up  the  deception  planned  by  his  friends,  the 
distant  shadow  of  the  divorce  court  material- 
izes  in   the   second  act. 

The  third  act,  the  events  of  which  are  sup- 
posed to  transpire  six  months  later,  shows  the 
luckless  butterfly  standing  up  as  defendant  in 
a  suit  for  divorce,  brought  by  her  husband,  in 
an  English  High  Court  of  Justice.  This  is 
the  big  scene  of  the  play,  and,  aside  from  the 
interest  attached  to  witnessing  the  legal 
processes  of  justice  in  a  country  as  close  to 
us  in  sentiment  and  spirit  as  England,  it  holds 
a  strong  dramatic  interest  on  account  of  the 
emotional  tension  which  develops  with  the 
progression  of  the  scene. 

In  this  act  another  good  player  in  a  rather 
poor  company  materializes.  This  is  Stanley 
Warmington,  who  plays  the  role  of  leading 
counsel  for  the  husband  in  the  divorce  suit. 

Except  for  a  few  remarks  from  the  presi- 
dent of  the  divorce  court  and  the  leading 
counsel  for  the  defense,  and  also  for  a  single 
movement  of  pity  and  compunction  from  the 
husband  when  the  wife  collapses  at  the  last, 
all  the  action  in  the  scene  that  ensues  lies 
between  Dorothy  Lane  as  Mrs  Admaston  and 
Stanley  Warmington  as  leading  counsel  on 
the  other  side. 

Unfortunately,  Dorothy  Lane  is  poorly 
equipped  for  her  task.  Her  acting  is  of  the 
superficial  type,  and  her  emotionalism  is  more 


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like  weak  hysteria.  When  a  player  meets 
such  a  heavy  demand  upon  the  emotional 
acting  capacity  by  screaming  with  a  weak 
and  untrained  voice  that  responds  inade- 
quately to  the  demand  made  upon  it,  the  spec- 
tator feels  an  uncomfortable  jar  in  his  nerv- 
ous system,  differing  very  thoroughly  from 
the  emotional  and  spiritual  response  made  to 
a  high  grade  of  acting. 

Thus  it  was  in  our  attitude  toward  the 
work  of  the  leading  lady  in  a  scene  that,  in 
capable  hands,  would  have  made  a  highly  ef- 
fective appeal  to  the  sympathies.  We  were 
obliged  to  fall  back  upon  the  work  of  Stanley 
Warmington  in  order  to  lose  ourselves,  in 
some  degree,  in  the  illusion  of  the  play. 

In  this  scene  the  point  made  by  the  au- 
thors is  the  cruel  advantage  of  the  wife's  in- 
genuous inexperience,  taken  by  a  lawyer  so 
skilled  in  his  craft  of  catching  a  soul  off 
guard  that  he  is  past  master  in  making  the 
innocent  as  well  as  the  guilty  compromise 
their  cause.  The  wife,  entrapped  by  the  de- 
ceiving blandness  of  her  husband's  counsel, 
trying  to  be  as  truthful  as  she  dare,  is  led  on 
by  him  to  make  admissions  which  he  con- 
strues in  the  most  unfavorable  light. 

We  who  are  not  familiar  with  English 
courts  do  not  know  whether  or  not  methods 
of  the  eminent  divorce-court  lawyers  are  ex- 
aggerated. Presumably  they  are  not,  since  the 
tone  of  the  play,  imperfectly  conveyed  though 
it  is,  is  realistic ;  and  since,  further,  one  of 
the  two  members  of  Parliament  who  wrote 
the  play  has  been  trained  as  a  barrister. 

But  the  author  makes  his  point,  for  we 
realize,  as  we  see  the  baiting  of  the  wretched 
but  not  guilty  wife,  that  there  is  something 
rotten  in  that  administration  of  the  processes 
of  law  that  counts  it  a  virtue  to  lay  success- 
ful traps  for  the  innocent,  or  to  try  to  win  a 
suit  for  the  sake  of  the  personal  triumph  of 
the  lawyer,  rather  than  for  the  triumph  of 
truth. 

The  scene  between  Mrs.  Admaston  and  the 
examining  counsel  is  long  and  taxing,  and 
might  easily  become  monotonous.  But,  while 
Stanley  Warmington  does  not  impress  me  as 
an  actor  of  the  very  first  rank,  he  is  the  one 
who  brings  the  element  of  reality  into  the 
scene.  He  varies  his  elocution  considerably, 
changing  from  courteous  interrogation  to  ap- 
parently satisfied  acquiescence,  and  thence  to 
thunderous  accusation.  The  effect,  while  not 
electrically  compelling,  is  good,  and  when  the 
woman  on  the  defensive  falls  against  the  rail- 
ing in  a  state  of  physical  collapse,  we  almost 
reach  the  point  of  sympathetic  response  aimed 
at  by  the  authors.  Almost ;  but  we  never 
quite  get  there. 

Viewed  as  a  whole,  the  play  is  interesting, 
well  constructed,  well  written.  The  economy 
that  has  prevailed  in  selecting  the  company 
would  have  been  better  exercised,  however, 
by  saving  the  traveling  expenses  of  members 
of  little  talent,  and  selecting  American  players 
in  the  East  who  could  make  an  approximately 
faithful  representation  of  English  characters. 
Every  character  but  those  represented  by 
Hamilton  Deane  and  Stanley  Warmington 
could  easily  have  been  impersonated  by  Amer- 
ican players  of  the  second  rank. 

And  where  were  the  soft,  pretty  English 
voices  of  the  women?  Alas,  they  were  as 
conspicuous  by  their  absence  as  in  a  talking 
chorus  from  a  musical  comedy. 

I  s.ometimes  wonder — to  change  the  subject 
— if  theatre  managers  are  aware  of  how 
keenly  theatre-goers  appraise  the  value  of 
their  investments  in  the  joys  of  the  theatre. 
If  they  thought  over  the  subject,  or  investi- 
gated it,  they  would  often  hear  such  conversa- 
tions as  this : 

"Did  you  get  two  dollars'  worth  of  fun  out 
of  it?" 

.  "Not  on  your  life !  It  was  worth  just  about 
fifty  cents." 

"Well,  then,  I  won't  go ;"  or,  "I'll  buy  gal- 
lery  seats." 

For  families  who,  for  an  evening  at  the 
theatre,  multiply  $2  by  an  appreciable  num- 
ber, representing  the  size  of  the  family,  now 
form  gallery  parties.  I  am  told,  indeed,  that 
a  very  nice  class  of  people  now  habitually 
patronize  the  gallery,  if  they  don't  stay  home. 
Which  forces  the  conviction  that  a  sliding 
scale  of  prices  would  be  advisable  in  our  first- 
class  theatres,  since  managers  wish  to  keep 
up  public  interest  in  the  theatre,  and  since  it 
is  impossible  always  to  carry  first-class  attrac- 
tions in  high-priced  playhouses. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Testimonial  Concert  by  the  Fenster  Children. 

Violet  Fenster  and  her  brother,  Lajos  Fen- 
ster, will  give  a  concert  at  the  Scottish  Riti 
Auditorium,  Wednesday  evening,  November 
27,  which  will  be  a  testimonial  alike  to  their 
remarkable  talent  and  to  the  admiration  and 
regard  held  for  them  by  all  who  know  of 
their  sincere  and  artistic  musical  work.  The 
two  young  people  soon  leave  for  study  in 
Europe,  and  this  may  be  the  last  opportunity 
to  hear  them  here  in  their  native  city.  Vio- 
let Fenster  will  play  Beethoven's  concerto  in 
C  minor,  op.  37;  Chopin's  "Fantasie  Im- 
promptu," and  Mendelssohn's  "Rondo  Capric- 
cioso."  Lajos  Fenster  will  play  the  Mendels- 
sohn concerto  in  E  minor,  a  Bach  gavotte,  the 
Schubert-Elman  "Serenade,"  and  Tor  Aulin's 
"Humoreske."  It  is  an  ambitious  programme, 
but  it  is  safe  to  say  that  it  will  be  given  in 
a  manner  to  delight  musicians. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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RPHFITM     O'FARRELL  STREET 

iu  liLum         B(hfeen  Slockton  „,,  Ptweii 


Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every  Day 
THE  HIGHEST  STANDARD  of  VAUDEVILLE 

ETHEL  GREEN  Vaudeville's  Daintest  Come- 
dienne; SYDNEY  AYRES.  supported  by  his  own 
Company,  in  his  one-act  play,  "A  Call  for  the 
Wild"  (Next  Week  Only);  HARRY  GILFOIL  in 
his  original  character  "Baron  Sands";  GEORGE 
FELIX,  assisted  by  the  BARRY  GIRLS,  in  "The 
Boy  Next  Door";  AL  RAYNO'S  PERFORMING 
BULL  DOGS;  JAMES  J.  MORTON;  SCIIICHTL'S 
ROYAL  MARIONETTES;  NEW  DAYLIGHT  MO- 
TION PICTURES.  Last  Week  Jesse  L.  Lasky's 
"CALIFORNIA,"  An  American  Operetta  with 
Leslie  Leigh.  Harry  Griffith  and  Austen  Stuart. 

Evening  prices,  10c,  25c,  50c,  75c.  Box  seats  $1. 
Matinee  prices  (except  Sundays  and  holidays), 
10c,  25c.  50c.       Phones— Douglas  70,  Home  C  1570. 


COLUMBIA  THEATRE  "SM^ 

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ALL  THIS  AND  NEXT  WEEK-Nightly  Including 
Sunday— Matinees  Wednesdays  and  Saturdays — 
Special  Holiday  Matinee  Thanksgiving  Day. 
A.  H.  Woods  Presents 

DUSTIN   FARNUM 

In  Edward  Peple's  Great  Civil  War  Drama 
THE  LITTLEST  REBEL 

Prices  Evenings  and  Saturday  Matinee  $1.50  to  25c 

Wednesday  Matinee  SI. 00  to  25c 
Engagement  Closes  Sunday  Night,  December.  1. 
Beginning  Monday  Night,  December  2,  "  THE 
QUAKER  GIRL." 


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ELLIS    AND    MARKET 
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Second  and  Last  Week  Starts  Tomorrow 

Mats.  Wed.,  Sat.  and  Thanksgiving  Day 

The  Messrs.  Shnbert  and  Lewis  Waller  present 

the  Dramatic  Sensation  of  the  Season 

A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel 

With  Lewis  Waller's  All-English  Company 
Prices— 50c  to  $1.50.    "Pop"  $1  Wed.  Mat. 
Commencing    Sunday,   December    1 — Valeska 
Suratt  in  "The  Kiss  Waltz." 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 
MARKET  STREET,  opposite  M««m 

7  HAMADA  JAPS.  Acrobats— 7 

WHITNEY'S  OPERATIC  DOLLS 

KARSEY'S  MYRIOPHONE 

GREENE  and  PARKER 

RUTHERFORD  and  MONROE 

ZIMMER,  JuBgler 

BESSIE  LEONARD 

MOTION  PICTURES 

Mat.  daily  at  2:30.  Nights  at  7:15  and  9:15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1:30  and  3:30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6:30.    Prices:  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


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ORCHESTRA 

Henry Hadley-Cosductor 

nMk$SSEONY  GREEK  THEATRE 

SATURDAY  AFTERNOON.  Nov.  23,  at  2:15 
Programme— Berlioz.  Overture.  "Oarnaval  Ro- 
main";      BEETHOVEN,  Symphony    No.    5,    C 
Minor ;  R.  Strauss,  Tone  Poem,  Death  and  Trans- 
figuration." 

Prices:  50c  to  $1.50,  Seats  on  sale  at  box-offices 
of  Sherman  Clay  it  Co.,  San  Francisco  and  Oak- 
land, and  Student's  Co-operative  Store.  Glcssner- 
Mbrse  &  Geary's.  Tupper  St  Reed's,  The  Sign  of 
the  Bear,  and  Sadler's.  Berkeley. 


^■^^  ALICE 

Sfk.    NIELSEN 

fl|  and  her  company  in 

^flp^K  Grand   Operatic  Concerts 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  19i* 


VANITY  FAIR. 

Human  capacity  for  believing  the  things 
that  are  not  so  seems  to  be  unlimited.  A  few 
weeks  ago  we  read  an  article  in  an  important 
Eastern  magazine  on  the  glories  of  modern 
civilization.  The  writer  was  an  ass  or  he 
would  not  have  chosen  such  a  topic,  but  among 
his  many  asininities  was  the  complacent 
statement  that  "superstition  has  now  been 
abolished  by  science."  Probably  by  this  time 
the  writer  has  equally  satisfied  himself  that 
vice  has  been  finally  exterminated  by  the  Men 
and  Religion  Forward  Movement  or  that  beer- 
drinking  has  become  a  thing  of  the  past 
thanks  to  the  activities  of  the  prohibitionists. 
Now  do  you  suppose  that  the  man  who  writes 
that  sort  of  thing  is  himself  a  sucker  or 
merely  that  he  has  a  well-grounded  convic- 
tion that  his  readers  are  suckers?  Probably 
both,  and  while  we  hate  to  use  such  a  word 
as  sucker  we  are  driven  to  it  by  the  exigencies 
of  self-expression.  For  the  same  reason  that 
Adam  (Genesis  2:19)  called  a  frog  a  frog 
because  it  looked  like  a  frog  and  jumped  like 
a  frog,  so  we  are  compelled  to  call  a  sucker 
a  sucker  because  he  thinks  like  a  sucker  and 
talks  like  a  sucker.  He  is  a  sucker.  There 
is  no  other  word. 

But  to  get  back  to  the  abolition  of  super- 
stition by  science.  Within  a  few  days  of 
reading  the  afore-mentioned  article  on  the 
glories  of  civilization  we  find  a  report  of  a 
speech  by  Lord  Rosebery  in  which  that  scholar 
and  statesman  admitted  that  he  always  car- 
ried an  amulet  and  believed  in  its  efficacy. 
Of  course  there  was  a  chorus  of  remon- 
strance from  other  public  men,  who  "re- 
gretted" and  "deplored"  and  all  the  other 
things  that  smug  hypocrisy  does  when  con- 
fronted with  an  honest  admission.  Every 
mother's  son  among  them  carried  a  hare's 
foot,  or  avoided  the  number  13,  or  hugged 
to  his  breast  some  other  secret  and  pet  super- 
stition, but  Lord  Rosebery  confessed  it.  So 
much  for  the  abolition  of  superstition. 


Now  comes  a  Mr.  Adolph  Smith  with  a 
book  about  Monaco  and  its  gaming  tables. 
It  would  seem  that  every  gambler  is  super- 
stitious. One  and  all  believe  that  chance  is 
only  a  name  that  we  give  to  unrecognized  law 
and  that  there  are  mysterious  potencies  whose 
aid  can  be  enlisted  if  we  can  only  hit  upon 
the  right  way  to  do  it.  Here,  for  example, 
is  Arthur  de  Rothschild,  who  is  firmly  per- 
suaded that  No.  17  must  bring  luck.  Here  is 
Mr.  Vanderbilt,  who  invariably  changes  his 
table  after  his  first  stake,  whether  he  wins  or 
loses.  The  Grand  Duke  Nicholas  of  Russia 
turns  his  back  on  the  roulette  wheel  while  it 
spins.  The  Grand  Duke  Michael  will  sit  no- 
where but  at  the  end  of  a  table,  and  his 
mother  will  sit  nowhere  but  in  the  middle. 
Mr.  Darnborough,  who  won  enormously,  plays 
always  on  the  eight  numbers  nearest  to  zero, 
while  there  is  an  enterprising  old  lady  who 
concealed  a  five-franc  piece  among  a  number 
of  rosaries  and  so  secured  a  surreptitious 
papal  blessing.  Of  course  she  does  not  play 
with  her  five-franc  piece,  but  she  touches 
other  money  with  it  and  will  graciously  lend 
it  to  her  friends. 

It  hardly  looks  as  though  superstition  had 
been  abolished  by  science.  Only  a  repre- 
hensible silliness,  like  the  silliness  that  can 
see  anything  glorious  in  modern  civilization, 
would  suppose  any  possible  connection  be- 
tween the  two.  Science  and  superstition  can 
hardly  be  said  to  cover  the  same  ground, 
seeing  that  science,  in  the  main,  concerns  it- 
self with  the  material  forces  of  nature  and 
superstition  with  the  immaterial.  To  say  that 
science  can  abolish  superstition  is  about  as 
senseless  as  to  assert  that  the  habit  of  mani- 
curing our  finger-nails  must  prove  fatal  to  the 
practice  of  cutting  our  hair.  And  as  a  matter 
of  fact  the  scientist  is  just  as  superstitious  as 
any  one  else. 

What  a  marvelous  thing  the  human  body  is. 
Observe  how  completely  it  changes  the  laws 
of  its  being  and  with  a  rapidity  so  great  that 
only  the  most  agile  of  our  doctors  can  keep 
pace  with  it.  How  thankful  we  ought  to  be 
for  a  medical  profession  that  keeps  its  un- 
wearied gaze  upon  the  internal  transforma- 
tions of  which  the  laity  in  its  ignorance  can 
know   nothing. 

For  example,  take  the  case  of  the  cigarette. 
Now  until  a  few  months  ago  the  cigarette  was 
the  most  pernicious  form  of  poison  to  which 
humanity  was  addicted.  The  doctors  told  us 
so,  and  of  course  they  knew.  Cigarettes  had 
such  an  injurious  effect  upon  the  human  mind 
and  body  that  whoever  smoked  them  would 
find  himself  on  a  path  of  moral  degeneration 
that  began  with  murder,  went  on  to  procrasti- 
nation, and  Sabbath-breaking,  and  might 
easily  end  in  the  state  senate.  It  was  horrible 
to  think  of,  but  the  human  body  simply  would 
not  tolerate  the  cigarette. 

Now   note   how   the   human   body   has   sud- 
denly changed.    The  Lancet  has  just  informed 
us  that  the  cigarette  is  now  the  most  harm- 
less  form   of  tobacco   indulgence  and   that   it 
contains  Ic?^  nicotine  than  either  the  pipe  or 
the  cigar,     entirely  without  warning  the  body 
has  changed  its  antipathies.     It  now  welcomes, 
or    .'i    lea?  i    tolerates,    what    formerly    it    ab- 
!    a    J  hut  forthe  vigilance  of  the  doc- 
•uld  never  have  known  this. 
mother  illustration   reported   from 


Paris.  Until  recently  the  doctors  have  de- 
nounced the  eating  of  salads.  They  said  that 
all  salads  were  injurious  unless  they  were 
boiled.  Fancy  a  boiled  salad.  And  of  course 
the  doctors  would  not  have  said  this  unless 
they  knew  that  they  were  right.  Mathema- 
ticians and  exponents  of  other  of  the  giddy 
sciences  may  indulge  in  guesswork,  but  not 
doctors.  The  body  resented  the  introduction 
of  salads  into  its  system,  and  that  was  all 
there  was  to  it.     Salads  must  not  be  eaten. 

But  now  comes  another  of  these  mysterious 
physical  changes  that  proves  to  us  that  no 
body  knows  its  own  mind,  and  that  the  human 
frame  is  as  changeable  as  a  woman.  For  sud- 
denly the  body  has  allowed  it  to  be  known 
that  it  wishes  henceforth  to  have  a  salad  diet, 
and  an  unboiled  one  at  that.  Now  we  may 
eat  all  the  salads  we  please,  and  the  more  of 
them  we  eat  the  better  the  body  will  be 
pleased.  The  doctors  say  so.  They  tell  us 
that  the  ordinary  salad  is  "very  judiciously 
composed  from  the  alimentary  point  of  view." 
Now  how  should  the  ordinary  layman  be  able 
to  cope  with  these  abrupt  changes  of  mind  on 
the  part  of  the  body.  Without  expert  aid 
how  should  he  be  able  to  follow  it  through  its 
labyrinthine  windings  and  turnings.  How 
should  he  know  that  it  requires  one  sort  of 
diet  this  year  and  a  quite  different  sort  next 
year  and  that  the  dishes  that  are  now  whole- 
some and  satisfying  may  suddenly  become  de- 
structive and  poisonous?  And  yet  there  is  a 
querulous  and  vindictive  ignorance  abroad  in 
the  land  that  would  make  light  of  medical 
science  and  blind  us  to  the  benefits  of  its  re- 
munerative watchfulness. 


The  London  Daily  Express  recently  per- 
mitted itself  to  say  that  the  gum-chewing  habit 
was  becoming  popular  in  England,  and  this 
had  the  unfortunate  result  of  raising  false 
hopes  in  the  mind  of  a  gentleman  from 
Wichita.  Kansas,  who  had  already  reconciled 
himself  to  a  compulsory  abstinence.  Writing 
to  the  Daily  Express,  he  delivers  his  soul  as 
follows : 

I  am  in  London  for  the  first  time,  and  before 
I  came  everybody  in  Wichita,  Kansas,  who  had 
visited  your  islands  said  that  I  would  not  like  it 
and  that  I  could  not  get  anything  I  liked — namely, 
ice-water,  sweet-corn,  Milwaukee  beer,  or  chewing 
gum,    or   other    necessaries   of   life. 

In  one  respect  at  least  they  are  right.  I  found 
an  hotel  where  the  waiter  had  been  trained  to  put 
ice-water  on  the  table,  and  I  secured  sweet-corn 
for  dinner  last  night  after  a  struggle,  but  I  can  not 
buy  chewing  gum  anywhere.  I  tried  three  or 
four  drug  stores  (which  the  hall  porter  called 
chemists')   and  they  never  heard  of  it. 

If  there  is  a  craze  for  chewing  gum  among  the 
English  masses  at  the  present  time,  where  do  they 
get  it?  All  the  druggists  I  talked  to  had  seen 
your  article,  but  they  didn't  know  anything  about 
the  chewing  gum.  One  of  them  said  he  had  sev- 
eral inquiries. 

Chewing  gum  is  a  good  thing  for  the  jaws;  it 
is  also  good  for  the  teeth,  and  anyway  I  like  it. 
A  piece  of  gum  keeps  the  facial  muscles  exercised 
if  you  don't  feel  like  laughing,  and  it  also  helps 
a  person  to  think.  I  am  sure  every  Englishman 
who  adopts  the  habit  will  like  it.  In  our  country 
it  is  an  excellent  thing  for  the  men  because  nearly 
all  the  women  chew  gum  and  it  helps  to  keep 
them   quiet. 


The  New  York  Times  is  responsible  for  the 
statement  that  the  baggage  of  women  is  regu- 
larly searched  at  the  leading  metropolitan  ho- 
tels in  order  to  recover  the  towels  and  linen 
that  the  guests  have  stolen  from  their  rooms. 
The  trunks  on  their  way  down  are  carried 
on,  as  though  by  accident,  to  the  basement, 
and  there  they  are  opened  by  the  house  de- 
tective, who  carefully  removes  the  purloined 
property,  repacks  and  relocks  the  trunks  and 
returns  them  to  their  owner.  Nothing  is  said 
to  the  guest,  who  is  allowed  to  go  upon  her 
way  and  presumably  to  wonder  what  has  be- 
come of  the  loot  when  she  unpacks  her  bag- 
gage. The  hotel  people  assume  that  the 
woman  guest  may  steal  if  she  gets  a  chance, 
just  as  a  magpie  will  steal.  They  do  not  re- 
sent the  theft,  but  they  quietly  recover  their 
property. 

The  stealing  of  silverware  is  treated  dif- 
ferently. The  duty  of  detection  is  laid  upon 
the  waiter,  who  knows  exactly  how  much  sil- 
verware has  been  placed  at  each  plate  and 
who  notices  instantly  when  a  piece  disappears 
and  reports  the  loss  to  the  office.  The  value 
is  then  added  to  the  bill,  the  entry  being  made 
without  evasion  or  concealment.  The  lady's 
escort  can  challenge  the  bill  if  he  likes,  but 
as  a  matter  of  fact  he  never  does.  He  pays 
up  as  though  he  had  not  observed  the  incrimi- 
nating entry.  Possibly  he  talks  to  the  lady 
afterwards,  but  that  would  naturally  depend 
somewhat  on  their  relationships.  And  these 
little  occurrences  are  by  no  means  rare.  They 
happen  on  an  average  once  a  day  in  every 
large  hotel  in  New  York  and  with  almost 
astounding  frequency  in  Boston,  Philadelphia, 
and  Chicago. 

What  makes  these  women  steal  ?  No  one 
seems  to  know,  except  that  "it  is  their  nature 
to,"  as  the  hymn  says.  A  house  detective  of 
a  big  Broadway  hotel  says : 

The  trunks  we  have  to  rifle  to  rescue  the  house 
linen  belong  to  women  that  in  nine  cases  out  of 
ten  could  buy  up  our  whole  supply  with  one  day's 
pin  money.  They  don't  take  things  because  they 
need  them.  They  will  steal  a  five-cent  towel  from 
a  hotel  to  cover  the  skirt  of  a  Panuin  gown.  They 
just  seem  to  lose  sight  of  property  rights  in  the 
matter  of  hotel    linen, 


The  Reasons  Why 

San  Francisco 
"Overland  Limited" 

Via  Ogden  Route 

Is  the  train  to 
travel  on— 


It  is  of  the  highest  class,  complete  in 
every  detail  of  equipment  and  ser- 
vice, with  its  tracks  protected  by 
an  Automatic  Electric  Block  Signal 
System  costing  millions. 

Its  route  across  the  High  Sierras  is 
continuously  and  charmingly  pic- 
turesque. From  foothills  set  with 
vineyards,  orchards  and  flowers,  it 
follows  the  romantic  trail  of  the 
'49ers — through  Cape  Horn,  Dutch 
Flat,  Gold  Run  and  Emigrant 
Gap.  The  views  into  the  Gorge 
of  the  American  River,  and  of 
Donner  Lake  and  surroundings 
at  the  snow-capped  Summit,  are 
superb. 

Through  the  beautiful  Canyon  of  the 
Truckee  River  it  enters  Nevada — 
a  region  delightful  in  its  vistas 
of  serrated  mountain  ranges,  vast 
basins  and  cultivated  valleys.  In 
the  fertile  Valley  of  the  Humboldt 
River  the  results  of  regulated  irri- 
gation are  realized.  Skirting  the 
Great  American  Desert  you  pass 
into  Utah  and  cross  the  Great  Salt 
Lake  over  the  Lucin  Cut-Off — one 
of  the  engineering  feats  of  the  age. 

It  reaches  Chicago  in  68  hours,  and 
its  morning  arrival  enables  you  to 
make  connections  with  the  after- 
noon 18-hour  trains  to  New  York. 


Union  Pacific 

San  Francisco— 42  Powell  Street     Phone  Sutter  2940 

Southern  Pacific 

SAN  FRANCISCO:   Flood  Building      Palace  Hotel      Ferry  Station      Phone  Kearny  3160 
Third  and  Townsend  Streets       Phone  Kearny  180 
OAKLAND :    Broadway  and  Thirteenth       Phone  Oakland  162 
Sixteenth  Street  Station       Phone  Oakland  1458 


November  23,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


353 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


The  verger  in  Westminster  Abbey  had  a 
foreigner  arrested  for  kneeling  and  praying 
in  the  main  aisle  of  the  building.  "But,"  said 
the  judge,  "why  do  you  object  to  the  man's 
devotional  act  ?"  The  verger  was  amazed. 
"W-why,  your  honor,"  he  stuttered,  "if  I 
d-didn't  make  an  example  of  this  man,  people 
would  be  praying  all  over  the  place!" 


An  eminent  German  scientist  who  recently 
visited  this  country  with  a  number  of  his 
colleagues  was  dining  at  an  American  house 
and  telling  how  much  he  had  enjoyed  various 
phases  of  his  visit.  "How  did  you  like  our 
railroad  trains?"  his  host  asked  him.  "Ach, 
dhey  are  woonderful,"  the  German  gentleman 
replied  ;  "so  swift,  so  safe — chenerally — und 
such  luxury  in  all  dhe  furnishings  und  op- 
poindmends.  All  is  excellent  except  one  thing 
— our  wives  do  not  like  dhe  upper  berths." 


J.  Townsend  Burden,  Jr.,  was  talking  about 
the  remarkable  interview  on  the  "common 
people"  that  he  gave  out  recently  in  Cali- 
fornia. "Of  course,"  he  said,  "that  interview 
misinterpreted  my  real  views.  I  am  not  the 
sort  of  man  that  interview  made  me  out  to  be. 
In  fact,  the  interview  resembled  Mrs.  Smith's 
biscuit.  Young  Mrs.  Smith  said  at  dinner : 
T  made  a  big  batch  of  these  biscuits  today.' 
'Indeed  you  did,  my  dear,'  her  husband  an- 
swered gravely.  'Why,  how  do  you  know  how 
big  a  batch  I  made?'  she  cried  in  surprise. 
'I  thought  you  said  "botch",'  explained  Mr. 
Smith." 


Mayor  Stewart,  at  an  insurance  men's  ban- 
quet in  Saginaw,  told  an  insurance  story.  "A 
septuagenarian,"  he  began,  "said  one  evening 
at  dinner  to  his  fair  young  wife:  'My  dar- 
ling, I  have  just  insured  my  life  in  your 
favor  for  $100,000/  'Oh,  you  duck  1'  the  beau- 
tiful girl  cried,  and,  rising  and  passing  round 
the  table,  she  kissed  her  husband  lightly  on 
his  bald  head.  'Darling,'  he  said,  taking  her 
slim  white  hand,  'is  there  anything  else  I  can 
do  for  you  ?'  'Nothing  on  earth,'  she  an- 
swered ;  and  then,  with  a  little  silvery  laugh, 
she  added,  'Nothing  in  this  world.  Nothing 
under  heaven.'  " 


A  woman  entered  a  railway  train  crowded 
with  winter  tourists  and  happened  to  take 
a  seat  in  front  of  a  newly  married  couple. 
She  was  hardly  seated  before  they  began 
making  remarks  about  her,  which  some  of 
the  passengers  must  have  heard.  Her  last 
year's  bonnet  and  cloak  were  fully  criticized 
with  more  or  less  giggling  on  the  bride's  part, 
and  there  is  no  telling  what  might  have  come 
next  if  the  woman  had  not  put  a  sudden  stop 
to  the  conversation  by  a  fit  of  clever,  femi- 
nine strategy.  She  turned  her  head,  noticed 
that  the  bride  was  considerably  older  than 
the  bridegroom,  and,  in  the  smoothest  of 
tones,  said :  "Madame,  will  you  please  have 
your  son  remove  his  feet  from  the  back  of  my 
chair?" 


When  Senator  Taylor  was  governor  of  Ten- 
nessee he  issued  a  great  many  pardons  to  men 
and  women  confined  in  penitentiaries  or  jails 
in  that  state.  His  reputation  as  a  "pardoning 
governor"  resulted  in  his  being  besieged  by 
everybody  who  had  a  relative  incarcerated. 
One  morning  an  old  negro  woman  made  her 
way  into  the  executive  offices  and  asked  Tay- 
lor to  pardon  her  husband,  who  was  in  jail. 
"What's  he  in  for?"  asked  the  governor.  "Fo' 
nothin'  but  stealin'  a  ham,"  explained  the 
wife.  "You  don't  want  me  to  pardon  him," 
argued  the  governor.  "If  he  got  out,  he 
would  only  make  trouble  for  you  again." 
"  'Deed  I  does  want  him  out  ob  dat  place  !" 
she  objected.  "I  needs  dat  man."  "Why  do 
you  need  him  ?"  inquired  Taylor,  patiently. 
"Me  an'  de  chillun,"  she  said,  seriously,  "needs 
another  ham." 


Bill   Buck,  a  young  negro,  was  before  Jus- 
tice Greer  the   other  day,   charged   with   steal- 


ing a  "shootin'  iron"  from  Ellis  Houston. 
He  had  just  completed  thirty  days  for  earn- 
ing the  gun.  The  squire  asked  him  how  he 
wanted  to  plead  on  the  new  charge.  "Might 
"s  well  say  guilty,"  said  Buck.  "A  nigger  don't 
get  no  show  in  this  country,  nohow."  "Don't, 
eh  ?"  said  the  court.  "Nichols"  (the  constable), 
"you  skirmish  around  and  pick  up  a  dozen  or 
two  likely  colored  men  for  jury  service,  and 
be  quick.  We'll  show  him  !"  In  half  an  hour 
the  constable  had  the  little  courtroom  full  of 
grinning  negroes  of  all  shapes  and  sizes. 
Happy  anticipation  was  written  on  the  dusky 
faces.  Every  one  of  them  knew  Buck  from 
his  days  of  pickanninism  up,  and  Buck  knew 
they  knew.  He  glared  at  the  ebony  crowd  and 
then  turned  sullenly  to  the  court.  "If  you's 
goin'  ter  make  all  dat  fuss  over  a  two-bit  pop- 
gun," he  said,  "I  pleads  guilty." 


THE   MERRY  MUSE. 


A  Poem-ette 
I    hold    it    truth,    whate'er   the   cost, 

(It  hasn't   cost  me   much    as  yet), 
"Tis   better   to    have    loved   and   lost, 
Than  loved  and   won  a  suffragette. 


-Life. 


To  the  Ex. 


There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

They  have  shaken  your  grip,  I  know; 
And  your  big  machine, 
And  your  whip  so  keen, 

Seem  things  of  the  long  ago; 
But   these  little   troubles   will  soon  pass  by, — 

There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

They  have  broken  your  slate,  I  know; 
And  your  candidates, 
And  your  sway  of  states, 

Seem  things  of  the  long  ago. 
Eut  the  future  should  bring  you  a  brighter  sky,- 

There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

They  have  broken  your  graft,   I  know; 
And  your  ready  cash, 
And   your  power  to   smash, 

Seem  things  of  the  long  ago; 
Patience! — these  times  will   soon  blow  by, — 

There,  little  boss,  don't  cry! 

— Louis   Schneider,    in   Puck. 


A  Change  of  Heart. 

The  Reverend  Harold  Hopkyns  was  a  young 
ecclesiastic, 

His  eye  was  blue  and  innocent,  and  his  heart  was 
very  plastic. 

He  preached  of  Woman  as  a  saint,  in  terms  en- 
comiastic, 

And  viewed  her  from  afar  with  an  austerity  mo- 
nastic. 

He  met  a  fair,  flirtatious  maid,  who  deemed  his 
creed  fantastic: 

Such  manly  charm,  she  thought,  deserved  convic- 
tions more   elastic. 

His  education  she  pursued  with  zeal  enthusiastic, 

Till  Harold's  heart  responded  with  celerity  gym- 
nastic. 

He  told  his  love;  she  turned  him  down  with  em- 
phasis  sarcastic, 

Amazed  that  he  should  misconstrue  her  interest 
scholastic. 

Now  Harold's  growing  famous  for  his  sermons 
very  drastic, 

On  Woman's  dereliction,   in  an  age   iconoclastic. 
— Town   Topics. 


My  Affinity, 

I  don't  know  where  she  is  at  all — she  may 
be  up  on  Mars.  It  may  be  she  has  stopped  to 
call  at  sundry  other  stars.  I  don't  know  if  she's 
dark  or  fair,  a  blonde  or  deep  brunette.  The 
color  of  her  eyes  and  hair  I've  not  discovered  yet. 

She  may  be  fat,  she  may  be  lean,  for  aught  I 
chance  to  know.  Her  temper  may  be  as  serene 
as  the  undriven  snow,  or  it  may  be  as  seething  hot 
as  pepper  of  Cayenne — these  little  points  as  yet 
are  not  at  all  within  my  ken. 

She  may  be  tall,  she  may  be  short — the  truth  I 
can't  disclose.  It  may  be  she's  the  simple  sort 
with  freckles  on  her  nose,  or  maybe  she's  one  of 
those  girls  who  have  expensive  tastes,  who  wear 
seme  sixty-'leven   curls   and   $90   waists. 

The  fact  is,  I've  not  met  her  yet,  this  fair  twin 
soul  of  mine;  and  though  sometimes  I  feel  regret, 
at  others  I  opine,  considering  the  flabby  state  I'm 
in  financially,  it's  just  as  well  for  my  soulmate 
and  better  far  for  me! — Judge. 


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Pafd-Up  Capital $  4,000.000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Profiits 1.700.000 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

Officers: 

Herbert  Fleish hacker President 

Sig.  Gbeenebaum Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodge Vice-President 

Jos.   Friedlander Vice-President 

C  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

R.  Altschvjl Cashier 

C.R.  Pakker,  Assistant  Cashier    Wm.  H.  High.  Assistant  Cashier 

H.  Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.BURDicK.AssistantCashier 

A.  L.  Langehman.  Secretary 


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Capital,  SurpluiaDd  Undivided  Profit*. ..$11,070,803.23 

Deposits 30. 1 04.366.00 

Total  Resource. 49.41 5.266. 1 1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.   W.  Hellman,  Jr.  ..  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank   B.    King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.  Phice Asst.  Cashier 

directors  : 
isaias  w.  hellman         hartland  law 
joseph  sloss  henry  rosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.  flood 

f.  w.  van  sicklen  j.  henry  meyer 
wm.  f.  herrin  a.  h.  payson 

john  c.  kirkpatrick  chas.  j.  deering 
i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james  k.  wilson 
a.  chsisteson  f.  l.  lipman 

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JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.      1,000,000.00 
Reserve  and    Contingent  Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees'    Pension    Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 

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Total  Assets 7,517.091 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  23,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 

Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle  of  tlie  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of   San   Francisco    will   be   found   in 
the  following  department: 

Rev.  Dr.  Bradford  Leavitt  and  Mrs.  Leavitt  have 
announced  the  engagement  of  their  daughter,  Miss 
Helen  Leavitt,  to  Dr.  James  Eaves. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Hester  Oliver  and  Mr. 
Frank  de  Lisle  took  place  Wednesday  at  Christ 
Church  in  Alameda.  Miss  Olive  Mills  was  her 
cousin's  only  attendant  and  Mr.  Cyril  Tobin  was 
Mr.  de  Lisle's  best  man.  Mrs.  A.  U.  Mills,  aunt 
of  the  bride,  gave  a  reception  at  her  home  in  Ala- 
meda and  entertained  the  bridal  party  and  a  few 
intimate  friends.  Mrs.  de  Lisle  is  the  daughter  of 
Mr.  David  Oliver. 

Major-General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Murray  have  issued  invitations  to  the  wed- 
ding of  their  daughter,  Miss  Carolyn  Murray,  and 
Mr.  Ord  Preston  of  Washington,  D.  C,  who  will 
be  married  at  3:30  o'clock  Wednesday  afternoon 
at  Fort  Mason.  . 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Aileen  Scott  Mackenzie  and 
Rev.  Lowrie  D.  Cory  took  place  Wednesday,  No- 
vember 13,  at  Rutger's  Presbyterian  Church  in 
New  York.  The  bride  is  the  daughter  of  the  Rev. 
Robert  Mackenzie  and  Mrs.  Mackenzie,  who  for- 
merly resided  in  this  city. 

Mrs.  Castleman  of  St.  Louis  announces  the  mar- 
riage of  her  niece,  Miss  Margot  Alice  Postlewaite, 
to  the  Rev.  Henry  Watson  Mizner,  Tuesday,  No- 
vember 12,  at  Christ  Church  Cathedral  in  St.  Louis. 
Mr.  Mizner  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Lansing  B.  Miz- 
ner and  a  brother  of  Mrs.  Horace  Blanchard 
Chase,  the  Messrs.  Lansing,  Edgar,  Addison,  and 
Wilson  Mizner,  and  Dr.   William  Mizner. 

Sir  Thomas  Lipton  was  the  guest  of  honor  Mon- 
day afternoon  at  an  informal  tea  at  the  home  of 
Mrs.  J.  C.  Wilson,  and  again  Tuesday  evening  at 
a  reception  given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de 
Young  at  their  home  on  California  Street. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Martin  was  hostess  Wednesday 
afternoon  at  a  tea  in  honor  of  Sir  Thomas  Lipton. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  a  dinner  Tuesday  evening,  November 
26,  when  they  will  entertain  a  number  of  young 
people  who  will  later  attend  the  Donoboe  ball. 

Mrs.  A.  P.  Hotaling,  Jr.,  has  issued  invitations 
to  a  dance  December  17  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis 
in  honor  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Jane  Hotaling, 
who  will  make  her  formal  debut, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gordon  Blanding  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  a  reception  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel 
Saturday,  December  14,  when  they  will  formally 
introduce  their  daughter,  Miss  Henriette  Blanding, 
to  society. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  will  give  a  dinner 
Thursday  evening,  December  12,  in  honor  of  Miss 
Phyllis  de  Young,  who  will  also  be  the  compli- 
mented guest  December  20  at  a  dinner  to  be  given 
by  Miss  Erna  St.   Goar. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  will  be  hostess  at  a  dinner 
Thursday  evening,  December  21,  in  honor  of  Miss 
de   Young. 

Mr.  James  D.  Phelan  was  host  Tuesday  at  a 
breakfast  at  the  Bohemian  Club  complimentary  to 
Sir  Thomas  Lipton.  . 

Mr.  Allen  Taylor  of  this  city  gave  a  dinner  Fri- 
day evening  in  Los  Angeles  in  honor  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Willard  C.  Cbamberlin,  who  were  again  the 
complimented  guests  Saturday  evening,  at  a  dinner 
and  theatre  party  given  by  Mr.  Arthur  Dodworth 
of  Los  Angeles. 

Mrs.  Richard  Bayne  entertained  a  large  number 
of  friends  Wednesday  at  a  tea  in  honor  of  Miss 
Olga  Schultze. 

Dr.  Henry  Kugeler  and  Mrs.  Kugeler  gave  a 
musicale  recently  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Shay,  mother 
of  Mrs.  Joseph  M.   Fredericks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Guiseppo  Cadenasso  entertained  at 
a  studio  musicale  at  their  home  on  Russian  Hill. 

Mrs.  B.  F.  Norris  was  hostess  Thursday  evening 
at  a  dinner  preceding  the  concert  given  at  the 
Hotel  St.  Francis  by  Miss  Helen  Colburn  Heath. 

Mrs.  Henry  T.  Scott  entertained  twenty  young 
people  yesterday  at  a  luncheon  at  the  Hotel  St. 
Francis  in  honor  of  her  niece,  Miss  Polly  Mills  of 
London. 

Mrs.  James  M.  Goewey  gave  a  dinner  Thursday 
evening  and  later  accompanied  her  guests  to  the 
concert  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  have  issued 
invitations  to  a  small  dance  Wednesday  evening, 
November  27,  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Miss  Marian  Newhall  gave  a  luncheon  Tuesday 
in  honor  of  Miss  Marguerite  Doe  of  Santa  Bar- 
bara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Hope  Beaver  have  is- 
sued invitations  to  a  dinner-dance  Tuesday  evening, 
December  3,  in  honor  of  Miss  Margaret  Nichols 
and  Miss  Corona  Williams. 

The  Misses  Cora  and  Fredericka  Otis  will  give 
a  dinner  Wednesday  evening,  November  27,  at  their 
home  on  Broadway. 

Mrs.  Peter  McG.  McBean  will  be  hostess  Mon- 
day at  a  luncheon  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  in  honor 
of  Mrs.   William  Sproule, 

The  Misses  Pischel  were  hostesses  at  a  luncheon 
complimentary  to  Miss  Kate  Peterson. 


Mrs.  Florence  Porter  Pfingst  will  give  a  bridge 
party  Monday,  November  25,  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

The  Misses  Laura  and  Mildred  Baldwin  gave  a 
luncheon  last  week  in  honor  of  Miss  Amylita  Tal- 
bot of  Washington,  D.  C. 

Mrs.  James  Otis  was  hostess  Monday  at  a  tea 
at  her  home  on  Broadway  complimentary' to  Vis- 
countess Helie  de  Dampierre. 

Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  gave  a  luncheon  Friday 
in  honor  of  Miss  Marjorie  Mhoon  and  Miss  Helen 
Wright.  .. 

Colonel  Cornelius  Gardener,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Gardener  entertained  a  number  of  their  friends  at 
a  dinner  last  week  at  their  home  in  the  Presidio. 

The  Impromptu  Cotillons  will  be  given  at  As- 
sembly Hall  Thursday,  December  12,  and  Thurs- 
day, January  30.  The  patronesses  are  Mrs.  Fred- 
erick Hope  Beaver,  Mrs.  Hall  McAllister,  Mrs. 
John  Mailliard,  Mrs.  Edward  L.  Eyre,  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam B.  Tubbs,  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Donohoe. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mrs.  Joseph  B.  Crockett  has  returned  to  Bur- 
lingame  after  having  spent  a  week  in  town  as  the 
guest  of   Mrs.    Russell  J.    Wilson. 

Miss  Floride  Hunt  will  leave  in  January  for 
Washington,  D.  C.,  where  she  will  spend  the  win- 
ter with  her  uncle  and  aunt,  Judge  William  Hunt 
and    Mrs.    Hunt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Sadoc  Tobin  will  close 
their  home  in  Burlingame  next  week  and  will 
occupy  the  Mintzer  house  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Dr.  Benjamin  Brodie  and  Mrs.  Brodie  of  De- 
troit are  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  en  route  to  their 
home  in  Santa  Barbara,  where  they  will  spend 
the  next  two  weeks.  They  will  return  here  for 
a  month's  visit  and  will  leave  about  the  middle 
of  January    for    Europe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Herbert  Baker  moved  last  week 
from  the  Hotel  Monroe,  and  have  taken  an  apart- 
ment on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Miss  Jennie  Stone  has  returned  from  Europe 
and  is  at  the   Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Samuel  Blair  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Jennie  Blair,  will  leave  in  January  for  Coronado 
to   spend   several  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willis  Polk  have  returned  from 
New  York. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Scott  Brooke  has  returned  to  her 
home  in  Portland  after  a  visit  with  her  parents, 
Mr.   and  Mrs.    Carter  Pitkin  Pomeroy. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Latham  McMullin  left  last  week 
for  New  York,  where  they  will  spend  a  few 
weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  Marriott  have  returned 
from  the  East  and  are  at  the  Hotel  Fairmont. 

Miss  Helen  Hinckley  will  be  in  town  this  win- 
ter as  the  guest  of  the  Misses  Harriet,  Marion, 
and  Helen  Stone. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Virgil  Bogue  of  New  York  have 
been  spending  a  week  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  S.  Martin  are  in  New 
York,  where  they  will  remain  until  the  Christ- 
mas holidays. 

Mrs.  Louis  Findlay  Monteagle  is  en  route  to 
Germany,  where  she  will  join  Mr.  Monteagle  and 
their  son,  Mr.  Kenneth  Monteagle. 

Dean  Wilmer  Gresham  and  Mrs.  Gresham  have 
gone  East  and  will  visit  relatives  in  New  Orleans 
before  returning  home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Cullen  sailed  last  week 
for  the  Orient,  where  they  will  remain  until 
March. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Welch  of  New  York  are 
the  guests  of  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch,    Sr. 

Mrs.  Theodore  Tomlinson  left  Tuesday  for  her 
home  in  New  York  after  a  three  weeks'  visit  at 
the  Fairmont  Hotel  with  her  mother,  Mrs.  Charles 
Mcintosh  Keeney.  Mrs.  Tomlinson  came  to  this 
city  to  attend  the  wedding  of  her  sister,  Miss 
Innes  Keeney,  who  was  married  November  6  to 
Mr.   Willard   C.    Chamberlin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  have  recently  pur- 
chased a  home  on  Washington  Street,  where  they 
will  reside  about  the  first  of  February. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Patrick  Calhoun  have  arrived 
from  Cleveland,  Ohio,  and  will  spend  several 
weeks  in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  G.  Hooker  have  moved 
into  their  San  Mateo  home,  which  has  been  un- 
dergoing extensive  changes  for  the  past  four 
months,  during  which  time  they  have  been  occu- 
pying the  home  of  Mrs.  J.  W.  Bothin.  Mrs.  John 
Breckenridge  of  Paris  has  rented  the  Bothin  resi- 
dence  for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  (formerly 
Miss  Innes  Keeney)  have  been  in  Los  Angeles 
during  the  past  ten  days. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard,  Miss  Ruth 
Winslow,  and  Miss  Marion  Zeile  will  leave  next 
Wednesday  for  Europe.  In  New  York  they  will 
be  joined  by  Miss  Ruth  Zeile,  who  will  attend 
Mme.  Payen's  school  in  Paris.  The  Misses  Zeile 
will  spend  the  holidays  with  their  aunt,  Mrs. 
James   Freeborn. 

Mrs.  C.  C.  Clay  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Made- 
line Clay,  are  expected  home  next  week  from  the 
East,  where  they  have  been  visiting  Mrs.  Hardin 
Lake   Crawford. 


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Dr.  William  Hopkins  and  Mrs.  Hopkins  left 
Monday  for  Southern  California  en  route  to  New 
York.  They  will  probably  continue  their  travels 
to    Europe   before    returning    home. 

Mrs.  John  Barton  has  returned  from  Paris  and 
with  her  son,  Mr.  William  F.  Barton,  has  taken 
apartments  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel.  Mrs.  Grace 
B.  Cuyler  and  her  children  will  be  Mrs.  Barton's 
guests  for  the  winter. 

Mrs.  Minnie  Clarke  Porter  is  established  for 
the  winter  at  the  Hotel   Bellevue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  have  gone  East 
to   remain  until  the  holidays. 

Mrs.  John  Boggs  will  spend  the  winter  at  the 
Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  G.  Russell  Lukens  has  returned  from 
Washington,  D.  C,  where  she  has  been  visiting  her 
sister,  Miss  May  Mullins.  Mrs.  Lukens  is  estab- 
lished  at  the  Hotel    Monroe. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  C.  Van  Ness  arrived  Monday 
from  Europe,  where  they  have  been  spending  the 
past  two  years,  and  are  again  occupying  their 
home  on  Octavia  Street.  They  were  accompanied 
by  their  three  grandchildren. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Proctor  are  enjoying  a 
visit  in  New  York,  where  they  were  joined  last 
week  by  Mrs.  Louis  McDermott. 

Mr.  Harold  Chase  has  returned  to  Santa  Bar- 
bara after  a  brief  visit  in  town. 

Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  left  yesterday  for  New 
York,  where  she  will  join  Mr.  McBean,  who  has 
been  East  for  the  past  ten  days.  During  their 
absence  their  little  son  will  remain  with  his  grand- 
mother,   Mrs.    William   Mayo   Newhall. 

Mrs.  Frank  Willis  and  her  son,  Mr.  Gloucester 
Willis,  have  taken  an  apartment  on  California  and 
Buchanan  Streets. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph.  Spreckels  returned  Tues- 
day from  New  York,  where  they  have  been  spend- 
ing a  month. 

Mrs.  Philip  King  Brown  has  returned  from 
the  East  with  Mrs.  Charles  T.  Raymond,  with 
whom  she  has  been  spending  the  past  six  weeks. 
Mrs.  Raymond  is  established  for  the  winter  in  her 
home  in  Pasadena.. 

Miss  Helen  Chesebrough  left  a  few  days-  ago 
for  Grass  Valley,  where  she  is  the  guest  of  Mrs. 
Arthur    Foote. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wakefield  Baker  returned  Mon- 
day from  New  York,  where  Mrs.  Baker  has  been 
visiting  since  August,  when  she  placed  her  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Marian  Baker,  in  school.  Mr.  Baker 
went  East  two  weeks  ago  to  accompany  his  wife 
on  her  homeward  trip. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Martin  Haencke  have  returned 
to  Los  Angeles   after  a  visit  in  this  city. 

Dr.  Oliver  D.  Norton,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs.  Nor- 
ton will  spend  the  winter  in  Southern   California. 

Captain  John  Burke  Murphy,  XL  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Murphy  have  gone  to  Portland  to  spend  a  month 
with  Captain  Murphy's  relatives. 

Lieutenant  Raymond  Lee,  U.  S.  A.,  has  gone  to 
Kansas  City  to  spend  a  few  weeks  with  his  rela- 
tives. He  will  go  to  Panama  before  returning  to 
this  city. 

Major-General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  Mrs. 
Murray  and  their  daughters,  the  Misses  Sadie  and 
Carolyn  Murray,  are  established  in  their  home  at 
Fort  Mason.  Since  their  arrival  from  Washing- 
ton, D.  C,  they  have  been  residing  at  the  Hotel 
Stewart. 


Fruit  and  Flower  Mission. 
It  has  been  the  custom  of  the  Fruit  and 
Flower  Mission,  during  the  thirty-two  years 
of  its  existence,  to  furnish  a  complete  Thanks- 
giving dinner  to  as  many  poor  and  deserving 
families  as  possible.  The  materials  for  these 
dinners  are  secured  by  contributions  from 
those  who  are  generously  inclined  and  know 
the  good  work  of  charity  this  mission  does. 
To  this  end  the  mission  makes  an  appeal  for 
provisions  of  all  kinds,  wines,  liquors,  medi- 
cines, clothing,  books,  papers,  flowers,  etc., 
that  they  may  be  the  means  of  making  it  a 
real  day  of  thanksgiving.  Contributions 
should  reach  the  rooms  at  1372  Jackson  Street 
by  next  Wednesday.  If  notified,  the  managers 
will  gladly  send  for  contributions.  Wells, 
Fargo  &  Co.  will  bring  all  country  contribu- 
tions free  of  charge. 


The  Beel  Quartet. 

Here  is  the  programme  for  the  second  con- 
cert of  the  Beel  Quartet,  to  be  given  Tues- 
day night,  November  26,  in  the  Colonial  Ball- 
room of  the  St.  Francis.  This  organization 
has  evidently  come  to  stay,  and  true  music- 
lovers  pronounce  it  the  most  artistic  perma- 
nent musical  organization  ever  formed  in 
this  city :  Quartet  in  D  major,  Hayden ; 
Quartet  in  E  minor,  Op.  59,  Beethoven  ;  Quar- 
tet in  G  minor  (first  time  here  complete) , 
Debussy. 

Tickets    may   be    secured   at    either   of   the 


Greenbaum  box-offices,  and  at  the  St.  Francis 
the   evening   of  the   concert. 

The  date  of  the  third  Beel  Quartet  concert 
has  been  changed  to  Tuesday,  December  10. 
The  original  date  was  December  17,  but  this 
is  considered  a  bit  too  close  to  the  busy  holi- 
day season.  On  this  occasion  Mrs-  Oscar 
Mansfeldt,    pianiste,    will    assist. 


On  Sunday  afternoon,  December  1,  at 
Scottish  Rite  Auditorium,  Manager  Will 
Greenbaum  will  present  Mme.  Jeanne  Ger- 
ville-Reache,  the  French  contralto  who  has 
been  often  characterized  as  "the  woman  with 
the  cello  voice,"  and  who  visited  us  two 
years   ago,   leaving  a  most  profound   impres- 


Burr  Mcintosh  had  a  large  and  well  pleased 
audience  at  his  illustrated  lecture  on  Cali- 
fornia at  the  Cort  Theatre  Tuesday  afternoon. 
He  will  speak  again  and  show  his  wonderful 
and  delightful  camera  views  on  Saturday 
evening,  November  30,  in  the  Colonial  room 
at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Fraser  Douglass  has  been  brightened  by  the 
advent  of  a  daughter. 


David  Warfield  will  be  here  early  in  the 
new  year  with  his  latest  success,  "The  Re- 
turn of  Peter  Grim." 


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THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 


The  Southern  Club's  new  home  in  Cali- 
fornia Street  near  Stockton  was  formally 
opened  last  Saturday.  The  architecture  is  Co 
lonial  and  the  effort  has  been  made  to  have 
the  club's  quarters  approximate  an  old-time 
Southern  home  as  closely  as  possible.  The 
club  has  about  400  members.  The  officers  are : 
President,  Chief  Justice  W.  H.  Beatty ;  vice- 
president,  W.  A.  Drennan ;  secretary,  W.  G- 
Smith  ;  treasurer,  J.  S.  Osborne  ;  directors — 
Thomas  A.  Hays,  W.  F.  Ingram,  J.  P.  Lang- 
home,  Dr.  G.  M.  Terrill,  and  M.  J.  Green. 


Sir  Thomas  Lipton,  the  world-famous 
yachtsman,  has  been  tendered  numerous  re- 
ceptions and  dinners  during  his  visit  to  the 
city  this  week  

President  Charles  C.  Moore  of  the  Panama- 
Pacific  International  Exposition  and  Mrs. 
Moore  invited  the  members  of  the  adminis- 
tration and  executive  staff  of  the  exposition 
to  attend  a  reception  given  by  them  in  honor 
of  the  director  in  chief,  Dr.  Frederick  J.  V. 
Skiff,  and  Mrs.  Skiff  at  the  Palace  Hotel  on 
Tuesday  evening.  This  was  the  first  official 
function  given  personally  by  the  chief  execu- 
tive at  which  President  and  Mrs.  Moore  re- 
ceived those  associated  in  the  management 
of  the  exposition.     

Reciprocal  greetings  between  the  mayor  of 
Honolulu,  Joseph  J.  Fern,  and  Mayor  Rolph 
were  exchanged  Tuesday  through  the  new 
Federal  Wireless  Service  system  that  has  been 
established  between  the  Pacific  Coast  and  the 
Hawaiian  Islands. 


Fifty  Democrats  of  San  Francisco  and  the 
state  enjoyed  a  banquet  Monday  evening,  for 
the  first  time  in  many  years,  to  celebrate  the 
election  of  a  Democratic  President.  Raphael 
Weill  was  the  host  and  his  guests  dined  at 
the  Bohemian  Club.  The  banquet  was  in 
keeping  with  Mr.  Weill's  fame  as  a  gourmet 
and  with  the  historic  infrequency  of  the  occa- 
sion it  celebrated. 


The  New  England  Association  of  California 
will  give  its  first  annual  ball  and  dinner 
Thanksgiving  Eve  at  New  Majestic  Hall,  Fill- 
more and  Geary  Streets.  The  committee  in 
charge  of  the  dinner  is  under  the  direction 
of  E.  W.  Wheeler,  while  Horace  M.  Walker, 
assisted  by  A.  A.  Reed,  will  direct  prepara- 
tions for  the  ball. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


Dustin  Farnum  at  the  Columbia  for  Another  Week. 

Dustin  Farnum  as  the  Northern  officer, 
Lieutenant-Colonel  Morrison,  in  the  sucessful 
A-  H.  Woods  production  of  the  Civil  War 
play,  "The  Littlest  Rebel,"  will  be  seen  at 
the  Columbia  Theatre  for  but  one  more  week, 
beginning  Sunday  night  next.  The  farewell 
performance  will  be  given  on  Sunday  night, 
December  1,  and  the  clever  actor,  cunning 
Mary  Miles  Minter,  and  big-hearted  "Gen- 
eral Grant,"  will  say  au  revoir  to  a  host  of 
friends   in   this    city. 

The  artistic  and  financial  success  of  "The 
Littlest  Rebel"  has  been  the  greatest  of  any 
war  play  since  the  days  of  "Shenandoah." 
The  story  of  "The  Littlest  Rebel"  is  told 
so  simply  and  so  carefully  by  its  author,  Mr. 
Peple,  who  avoided  anything  that  would  tend 
to  stir  up  the  prejudices  of  those  interested 
on  one  side  or  the  other  of  the  great  Civil 
War,  that  it  has  been  indorsed  with  equal 
sincerity  by  both  G.  A.  R.  members  and  by 
those  who  fought  for  the  Confederacy. 

The  reception  tendered  Mr.  Farnum  and 
his  supporting  cast  by  local  theatregoers,  who 
have  filled  the  Columbia  Theatre  at  every 
presentation  given  here,  and  the  cordial  wel- 
come tendered  by  the  local  press  on  Monday 
morning  last,  is  proof  of  the  merit  of  the 
attraction. 

During  the  second  and  last  week  of  the 
San  Francisco  engagement  three  matinee 
performances  are  to  be  given.  These  will 
take  place  on  Wednesday,  Thanksgiving  Day 
(.Thursday),   and    Saturday- 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 
Ethel  Green,  one  of  the  daintiest  and  most 
winsome  comediennes  in  vaudeville  and  a 
great  favorite  in  this  city,  will  apear  next 
week  as  a  monologist  and  singing  comedienne. 
She  sings  a  song  or  two  and  tells  several 
stories  with  a  naivete  which  is  peculiarly  her 
own,  and  firmly  establishes  her  in  the  good 
graces  of  her  audiences. 

Sydney    Ayres,    one    of    the    most    popular 

of    romantic    actors,    will    appear    next    week 

only.      His   offering   will   consist   of   a   one-act 

play  of  his   own   authorship,   entitled  "A   Call 

for    the    Wild,"    the    action    of    which    takes 

place  in  Arizona,  affording  ample  opportunity 

for    picturesque    setting    and    costuming.     Mr. 

Ayres    will    appear    as    William    Kingdom,    a 

■le  particularly  suited  to  him.     He 

by   an   excellent   company   which 

■  Clements,  Myrtle  Langford,  and 

I. 

ile  comedian,  Harry  Gilfoil,  wilt 
lis  greatest  hit,  "Baron  Sands." 
of  old  age  Mr.  Gilfoil  as  Baron 
"  jpposedly  just  returned  from  a 
uch  of  the  fun  is  derived  from 
'**'  ipe—^onations    of    the    menagerie. 


George  Felix,  the  Tom-fool  comedian,  as- 
sisted by  the  Barry  Girls,  Emily  and  Gladys, 
will  present  his  big  scream.  "The  Boy  Next 
Door." 

Al  Rayno,  whose  fame  as  an  animal  trainer 
is  world-wide,  will  introduce  a  splendid  as- 
sortment of  bulldogs  possessed  of  a  rare 
amount  of  intelligence,  which  is  exhibited 
by  the  clever  manner  in  which  they  perform 
a  variety  of  difficult  stunts. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  James  J. 
Morton,  Schichtl's  Royal  Marionettes,  and 
Jesse    Lasky's    production    of    "California-" 


*'A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel"  at  the  Cort. 

"A  Butterfly  on  the  Wheel"  has  fluttered 
her  way  into  the  admiration  of  the  patrons 
of  the  Cort  Theatre.  The  first  week  of  the 
engagement,  now  drawing  to  a  close,  has 
seen  a  succession  of  large  houses.  The  sec- 
ond and  final  week  begins  tomorrow  night, 
and  the  advance  sale  indicates  that  the  same 
attendance  will  prevail  in  the  final  nights  of 
the   much-discussed   English   play. 

The  company  interpreting  the  drama  is  an 
all-English  one  and  was  selected  and  re- 
hearsed by  Lewis  Waller,  the  actor-producer, 
who  brought  the  play  to  America.  Dorothy 
Lane,  J.  Malcom  Dunn,  Hamilton  Dean,  Alys 
Rees,  Stanley  Warmington,  Harold  Rose, 
Henry  Dornton,  Vincent  Sternroyd,  Florence 
Lelercq,  and  others  are  included. 

There  will  be  a  Thanksgiving  Day  matinee 
in  addition  to  the  regular  ones  on  Wednesday 
and   Saturday. 

On  Sunday,  December  1,  comes  Valeska 
Suratt,  as  great  a  celebrity  as  the  stage 
knows,  in  "The  Kiss  Waltz,"  a  New  York 
Casino  musical  comedy  that  has  had  an 
enormous  vogue.  An  elaborate  production 
and    a    pulchritudinous    chorus    is    announced. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
Seven  acts,  all  new  to  San  Francisco,  will 
be  offered  at  the  Pantages  Theatre  for  the 
week  starting  Sunday,  November  24.  There 
are  four  of  the  seven  acts  that  are  genuine 
headliners ;  the  Seven  Acrobatic  Hamada 
Japs,  however,  occupy  the  top  of  the  billing 
on  account  of  the  really  sensational  feats 
they  accomplish.  There  are  three  men  and 
four  Japanese  women  in  the  act  and  the 
acts  they  perform  on  a  wire  and  perch  pole 
are  great.  A  remarkable  musical  instrument 
is  that  of  the  Myriophone,  which  is  a  decided 
novelty.  It  is  made  up  of  twenty-five  wired 
wheels,  the  total  occupying  a  space  of  about 
twelve  feet  high  and  ten  feet  wide.  As  the 
wheels  revolve,  the  operators  touch  the 
wires,  producing  melodious  airs.  Harrison 
Greene  and  Miss  Katherine  Parker,  well- 
known  natives  of  San  Francisco,  are  credited 
with  being-  a  pair  of  snappy  entertainers. 
They  have  a  line  of  laughable  dialogue,  songs 
and  stories.  Jim  Rutherford,  the  former 
well-known  circus  clown,  and  Miss  Lottie 
Munroe  have  a  comedietta  called  "An  Extra 
Added  Attraction."  Bessie  Leonard  has  a 
novel  singing  and  dancing  act,  during  which 
she  makes  a  number  of  changes  in  full  view 
of  the  audience.  The  management  of  Pan- 
tages announces  that  beginning  December 
1  it  will  present  the  famous  motion  pictures 
of  "The  Garden  of  Allah." 


The  Farewell  Alice  Nielsen  Performance. 

Alice  Nielsen  and  her  brilliant  company 
of  stars  from  the  Boston  Opera  Company 
will  give  their  farewell  performance  this  Sun- 
day afternoon  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium, 
which  has  proved  such  a  satisfactory  place 
for  works  requiring  the  atmosphere  known 
as  "intime."  The  programme  will  be  as  fol- 
lows :  Part  I — Trio  for  male  voices  from 
"Faust,"  sung  by  Signors  Alfredo  Ramella, 
Jose  Mardones,  and  Rudolfo  Fornari ;  aria 
from  "Carmen,"  Mile.  Jeska  Swartz ;  aria 
from  "La  Tosca,"  Signor  Ramella;  aria  from 
"Madama  Butterfly,"  Alice  Nielsen ;  two 
Neapolitan  songs,  Signor  R,  Fornari ;  (a) 
group  of  English  songs,  (b)  two  Japanese 
songs,  Cadman,  (c)  "Little  Dutch  Garden," 
Loomis,  (d)  "Will  o'  the  Wisp,"  Spross ;  two 
Spanish  songs,  Senor  Jose  Madrones ;  duet 
from  "Madame  Butterfly,"  Alice  Nielsen  and 
Jeska  Swartz. 

Part  II  will  be  the  beautiful  presentation 
of  "The  Secret  of  Suzanne,"  with  a  grand 
opera  orchestra  of  thirty  under  the  direction 
of  Fabio  Rimini,  costumes  and  accessories 
from  the  Boston  Opera  House,  and  with  the 
original  cast,  viz.,  Alice  Nielsen,  Rudolfo  For- 
nari, and  Luigi  Tavecchia. 

This  is  the  version  of  the  work  as  pro- 
duced at  the  world's  biggest  opera  houses 
and  the  orchestration  is  one  of  the  beauties 
of  Wolf-Ferrari's  miniature  masterpiece. 

The  tickets  are  to  be  secured  at  the  music- 
store  box-offices-  On  Sunday  the  box-office 
will  be  open  at  the  hall  after  ten  o'clock. 
Phone  orders  will  receive  courteous  attention- 


Symphony  Concert  at  the  Greek  Theatre. 

Under  the  auspices  of  the  University  of 
California,  the  San  Francisco  Symphony  Or- 
chestra will  give  its  first  symphony  concert 
at  the  Greek  Theatre,  Berkeley,  this  after- 
noon at  2:15  sharp. 

The  programme  will  open  with  the  over- 
ture, "Carnaval  Romaine,"  by  Berlioz ;  Rich- 
ard Strauss's  tone  poem,  "Death  and  Trans- 
figuration,"    will     close     it.     The     Symphony 


392  Years  Ago  in 
Central  America 

Cortez  the  conqueror  found 
the  natives  using  the  product 
of  the  cocoa  bean  much  as  it 
used  today.  He  introduced 
it  to  Europe.  Today  whole 
nations  are  consuming  this 
delicious  beverage. 

It  is  estimated  that  a  million 
people  use  the  cocoa  pro- 
duced by  the  D.  Ghirardelli 
Company  of  San  Francisco. 
Ghirardelli's  IMPERIAL 
COCOA  is  the  highest  grade 
on  the  market. 

It  is  made  by  Ghirardelli's  special  pro- 
cess,  by  which  the  flavor  is  not  only  fully 
developed  but  improved.  The  mineral 
constituents  are  increased  by  this  pro- 
cess about  3V2  per  cent,  improving  the 
digestibility  of  the  article. 

Sold  by  all  best   grocers.      Ask 

yours  for  IMPERIAL,  and 

see  that  you  get  it. 


will  be  the  Beethoven  Symphony  No.  5,  C 
Minor,    Opus   67, 

Tickets  are  on  sale  at  the  usual  places : 
Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.,  San  Francisco  and  Oak- 
land, and  Student's  Co-operative  Store,  Gless- 
ner's,  Morse  &  Geary's,  Tupper  &  Reed's,  The 
Sign  of  the  Bear,  and  Sadler's,  Berkeley. 
The  prices  of  admission  are  from  $1-50  to 
50  cents. 

In  the  event  of  inclement  weather  the 
concert  will  take  place  in  the  Harmon  Gym- 
nasium. 


Thanksgiving  Suggestions — Natural-looking 
little  Turkeys  filled  with  candy ;  or  miniature 
candy  plum  puddings  decked  with  holly,  add 
immensely  to  the  attractiveness  of  the 
Thanksgiving  dinner-table.  Geo.  Haas  & 
Sons,   four  candy  stores. 


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auto  parties.  Unusually  low  winter  rates  now  in 
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READERS  who  appreciate  this  papsr  mar  Rive 
their  friends  the  opportunity  of  seeing  a 
copy.  A  specimen  number  of  the  Argonaut  will 
be  sent  to  any  address  in  any  part  of  the  world 
on  application  to  the  Publishers,  '207  Powell 
Street,  San  Francisco.  Cal. 


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ALFRED   HOLMAN  -------  Editor 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  As  to  Presidential  Pensions — Lessons  of  the 
Election — After-Election  Views  of  a  Progressive — Bull- 
Moose  Activities  —  Republican  Reorganization  —  The 
Picket  Nuisance — The  Need  for  Play — A  New  Job  for 
Mr.    Pillsbury    3S7-3S9 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn 360 

OLD  FAVORITES:  "The  Mint  Julep,"  by  Charles  Fenno 
Hoffman;  "On  Lending  a  Punch-Bowl,"  by  Oliver 
Wendell    Holmes    360 

THE  LORD  MAYOR'S  SHOW:     A  London  Pageant  and  a 

Big   Crowd.     By   Henry   C.    Shelley 361 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the   World 361 

A  FUTILE  STRUGGLE:     The  Tragedy  of  a  Voyage  under 

a  Hawaiian  Sun.     By  H.  W.  Miller 362 

MICHAEL  ANGELO  AND  HIS  WORK:  Romain  Rolland 
Writes  a  Study  of  the  Character  and  Personality  of 
the    Italian    Artist 363 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:     Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews — 

New    Books    Received    36S-366 

DRAMA:     "The  Littlest  Rebel."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps        367 

VANITY  FAIR:  Mrs.  Austin  Gives  Reasons  for  Divorce — 
Preserve  Our  Comforts! — A  Commission  of  Married 
People  Mostly  Women — Philadelphia  and  the  Thug 
Dance.s — Society   Reft   in   Twain 368 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           369 

THE  MERRY  MUSE 369 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             370 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events   371 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 372 


As  to  Presidential  Pensions. 

If  it  be  desirable — and  the  Argonaut  thinks  it  is — to 
make  financial  provision  for  ex-Presidents  of  the  United 
States,  the  thing  should  be  done  not  after  the  method 
of  private  gratuity  or  beneficence,  but  by  the  govern- 
ment. It  is,  we  think,  unseemly  that  a  man  who  has 
been  President  should  have  to  exert  himself  in  shifty 
ways  to  make  a  living.  It  not  only  robs  the  presidential 
office  of  some  part  of  its  dignity,  but  excuses,  if  it  does 
not  justify,  the  application  of  knowledge  officially  ac- 
quired to  private  uses.  There  are  many  things  which 
an  ex-President  may  do  with  entire  propriety,  but  not 
many  for  which  he  may  be  paid.  The  question  of 
wherewithal  to  live  in  becoming  dignity  ought  not  to 
enter  at  all  into  the  calculations  of  a  man  after  he  has 
been  elected  to  the  presidency  of  the  United  States. 

But  conceding  the  propriety  of  a  provision  for  ex- 
Presidents  is  very  far  from  referring  the  matter  to  Mr. 
Carnegie  or  any  other  over-rich  citizen.  To  do  this 
would  be  to  turn  the  whole  matter  into  ridicule  and  con- 
tempt. We  can  not  believe  that  the  proposal  made  in 
the  name  of  the  Carnegie  Foundation  is  intended  seri- 
ously. It  is  far  easier  to  believe  that  its  object  is  not  so 
much  to  provide  for  ex-Presidents  as  to  emphasize  the 
fact  that  no  such  provision  is  now  made,  and  that  it 
should  be  made. 

There  is  in  the  terms  of  the  offer  of  the  Carnegie 


Foundation  a  certain  pettiness  in  that  it  excludes — or 
appears  to  do  so — ex-President  Roosevelt  from  the 
benefits  of  the  proposed  arrangement.  If  this  exception 
be  on  the  score  of  supreme  contempt  for  a  quack,  a 
charlatan,  an  offensive  busybody,  and  a  persistent  mis- 
chief-maker, we  are  not  without  sympathy  with  the 
motive.  None  the  less  the  exception  is  in  the  spirit 
of  resentment  and  distinctly  a  piece  of  bad  manners. 
In  a  matter  of  this  kind  there  should  be  no  suggestion 
of  anything  relating  to  mere  personality.  Any  pro- 
vision made  or  proposed  from  any  source  for  ex-Presi- 
dents of  the  United  States  should  apply  as  a  matter  of 
course  to  every  ex-President,  no  matter  what  opinions 
may  be  held  with  respect  to  particular  individuals. 
* 

Lessons  of  the  Election. 

We  know  of  no  man  better  qualified  to  deal  with 
serious  questions  that  Dr.  Nicholas  Murray  Butler  of 
New  York.  The  historic  background,  a  philosophic 
mind,  intimate  acquaintance  with  men  and  things,  de- 
tachment from  personal  or  material  interests,  high 
patriotic  spirit — all  are  reflected  in  Dr.  Butler's  habits 
of  thought.  When  a  man  so  equipped  addresses  himself 
to  the  political  developments  and  problems  of  the  day, 
it  is  worth  while  to  pause  and  take  note  of  what  he 
says. 

Answering  a  series  of  inquiries  presented  to  him  by 
the  editor  of  the  New  York  Times,  Dr.  Butler  gives 
his  reflections  upon  the  election  just  past — its  signifi- 
cance as  related  to  popular  ideas  and  tendencies,  and 
as  to  the  future  of  political  parties.  The  most  impor- 
tant lesson,  in  Dr.  Butler's  opinion,  is  found  in  the  fact 
that  10,000,000  voters  as  against  4,000,000  voted  against 
a  third-term  candidacy  and  a  programme  in  part  revo- 
lutionary and  in  part  reactionary.  The  great  mass  of 
the  American  people  have,  as  Dr.  Butler  interprets 
their  action,  ranged  themselves  on  the  side  of  civil 
liberty  and  against  invasion  of  its  proper  province 
by  governmental  agencies.  Those  who  voted  for  Mr. 
Wilson  and  those  who  voted  for  Mr.  Taft  united  in 
declaring  that  the  foundations  upon  which  our  govern- 
ment rests  are  sound,  and  that  the  present-day  prob- 
lems of  society  and  government  may  be  met  without 
revolutionary  changes  in  the  form  of  our  government 
as  it  stands. 

On  the  other  hand,  Dr.  Butler  believes  that  the  large 
increase  in  the  Socialist  vote  indicates  the  ominous 
progress  of  a  highly  intelligent  and  well  organized  at- 
tempt to  undermine  gradually,  rather  than  overthrow 
suddenly,  our  fundamental  American  institutions.  Not 
all  of  those  who  supported  the  Progressive  candidates 
would  be  willing  to  give  endorsement  to  the  revolu- 
tionary proposals  embodied  in  the  Progressive  platform, 
yet  it  is  conceded  that  a  large  part  of  this  vote  was 
cast  by  men  who  appear  to  be  as  antagonistic  to  civil 
liberty,  to  constitutional  limitations  upon  government, 
and  to  the  enforcement  of  those  limitations  by  the  courts 
as  are  the  Socialists  themselves.  Assuming  that  one- 
half  of  those  who  voted  for  the  Progressive  candidates 
are  ready  to  unite  in  an  effort  to  undermine  our  insti- 
tutions, then  something  over  two  million  persons  must 
be  added  to  the  nearly  one  million  Socialists  as  being 
in  opposition  to  what  America,  as  we  know  it,  is  and 
stands  for  in  the  world.  When  so  many  as  three  mil- 
lion voters  are  convinced  that  the  government  and  the 
civilization  of  the  United  States  rest  upon  an  unsound 
and  an  unfair  foundation,  the  outlook  is  ominous  un- 
less a  body  more  numerous  and  quite  as  compact  can  be 
found  to  oppose  them  untiringly  and  insistently.  One 
result  of  the  election,  as  it  presents  itself  to  Dr.  Butler, 
is  that  the  enemies  of  our  American  form  of  govern- 
ment have  stood  up  and  been  counted.  Most  fortunate 
it  is,  he  thinks,  that  they  are  in  a  significant  minority. 

Proceeding  to  consideration  of  the  future  of  political 
parties,  Dr.  Butler  declares  that  the  defeat  of  the  Re- 
publicans is  due  to  discontent  on  the  part  of  individuals, 
for  which  in  some  abstruse  way  they  blame  society  at 
large.     Half-education,  he  believes,  is  the  direct  cause 


of  much  of  this  discontent — cause  at  least  for  its  being 
directed  against  entirely  innocent  objects.  We  have  as 
a  people,  he  thinks,  yet  to  learn  that  contentment,  like 
the  Kingdom  of  Heaven,  is  in  ourselves;  we  have  yet 
to  learn  that  conditions  which  affect  the  mental  or 
moral  welfare  of  our  people  have  only  a  small  relation 
to  legislation.  If  every  one  of  the  revolutionary  de- 
mands that  are  now  made  was  granted  and  satisfied, 
there  would  be  as  much  discontent  as  there  is  now. 
The  real  causes  would  remain.  Legislation  may  now 
and  then  remove  more  or  less  serious  obstacles  to  indi- 
vidual improvement,  but  it  can  do  very  little  to  bring 
that  improvement  about.  Society  will  have  been  helped 
far  along  on  the  high  road  to  contentment  and  happi- 
ness when  men  and  women  shall  learn  to  spend  more 
time  in  improving  themselves  and  less  time  in  trying 
to  limit  the  activities,  the  gains,  the  accomplishments 
of  other  people. 

Dr.  Butler  does  not  believe  that  anything  has  oc- 
curred in  recent  years  to  alter  the  importance  of  the 
two  opposing  views  of  government  associated  with  the 
names  of  Hamilton  and  Jefferson.  The  followers  of 
each  theory  may  differ  sharply  as  to  ways  and  means 
of  working  the  machinery  of  government,  but  when  it> 
is  proposed  to  overturn  the  government  or  to  under- 
mine it,  he  believes  they  will  act  to  the  same  ends,  as 
they  have  done  in  the  recent  election.  Looking  to  the 
future  of  parties,  Dr.  Butler  believes  that  the  line  of 
division  will  be  practically  as  hitherto — that  the  Re- 
publican and  Democratic  parties  will  absorb  the  general 
political  interest  of  the  country.  Each  of  them,  he 
thinks,  is  founded  upon  a  principle  of  interpretation 
which  grows  out  of  the  very  structure  of  our  system. 
Neither,  he  thinks,  depends  upon  the  personal  leader- 
ship of  any  individual  or  upon  a  passing  programme 
of  political  action  or  reform.  Each  represents  a  prin- 
ciple which  gives  a  point  of  view,  and  that  principle 
and  that  point  of  view  will  be  found  reflected  in  the 
party's  attitude  toward  each  new  problem  that  arises. 

The  attitude  of  the  two  historic  parties,  both  under 
the  general  principle  of  sustaining  the  government  as 
against  Socialistic  and  other  revolutionary  proposals, 
will  be  under  the  Hamiltonian  and  Jeffersonian  theo- 
ries as  heretofore.  Both  parties  will  cast  off  evils  which 
are  obvious,  including  the  old  type  of  boss,  the  "pie- 
counter,"  specially  influenced  legislation  in  favor  of 
private  interests.  Both  will  survive  and  stand  in 
emergencies  in  practically  united  protest  against  revo- 
lutionary proposals. 

Speaking  directly  of  the  Republican  party,  Dr.  But- 
ler believes  that  it  will  remain  as  it  has  been  since 
1856,  a  party  of  consistent  and  orderly  progress — open 
to  new  ideas  and  ready  to  support  new  policies  that 
can  be  shown  to  be  in  the  public  interest  and  that  are 
not  inconsistent  with  the  political  beliefs  upon  which 
the  party  itself  is  based.  One  immediate  reform  within 
the  party,  Dr.  Butler  thinks,  will  relate  to  representa- 
tion in  national  conventions.  The  present  system  of 
apportionment  will  be  wiped  out;  and  in  its  place  each 
state  will  be  given  four  delegates  at  large  and  one  addi- 
tional delegate  for  each  ten  thousand  votes  or  majority 
fraction  thereof  cast  at  the  last  preceding  election  for 
Republican  electors.  Dr.  Butler  points  out  that  at  the 
convention  of  1908  a  proposal  to  this  effect  was  cham- 
pioned by  Congressman  Burke  of  Pennsylvania  and  was 
supported  among  others  by  James  W.  Wadsworth,  Jr., 
of  New  York,  James  E.  Watson  of  Indiana.  Congress- 
man McKinley  of  Illinois,  Colonel  William  Barbour  of 
New  Jersey,  and  others.  He  recalls  the  forgotten  tact 
that  had  not  the  vote  of  California  been  changed  while 
the  roll-call  was  in  progress  the  proposition  would  have 
been  carried,  and  delegations  to  the  convention  of  1912 
would  have  been  chosen  under  the  new  rule. 

In  the  opinion  of  Dr.  Butler,  any  system  that  would 
dispense  with  the  national  party  convention  would  be 
most  unwise.    Very  valuable,  he  thinks,  ■  Htical 

life  of  the  country  are  the  contact  of  fel 
bers   from   all    over    the    Union,   tli<_- 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  30,  1912. 


formal  and  informal  discussion  of  men  and  measures, 
and  the  sense  of  unity  and  solidarity  that  mere  physical 
contact  brings. 

The  two-party  system  Dr.  Butler  believes  to  be  the 
best  possible  protection  against  group  or  class  legisla- 
tion. What  we  have  most  to  fear  at  the  moment,  he 
thinks,  is  precisely  such  group  or  class  control  in  our 
government.  Our  national  government,  he  believes,  will 
become  one  gigantic  river-and-harbor  bill,  when  special 
groups,  classes,  or  interests  can  be  brought  to  take 
common  action  in  sufficient  number  to  gain  for  them- 
selves control  of  Congress  and  the  presidency — when 
each  class  or  group  will  be  ready  to  give  its  associates 
whatever  they  want,  provided  only  it  is  sure  of  its  own 
share.  , 

After-Election  Views  of  a  Progressive. 

Just  as  Dr.  Butler,  while  standing  in  a  general  atti- 
tude of  detachment,  represents  affiliation  and  sympathy 
with  the  Republican  party  and  its  organization  and  pur- 
poses, Professor  Albert  Bushnell  Hart,  of  Harvard, 
represents  affiliation  and  sympathy  with  the  Progres- 
sive movement.  If  under  comparison  somewhat  less  a 
general  thinker,  very  much  less  a  man  of  affairs,  if  he 
somewhat  more  reflects  the  professorial  type  of  mind, 
Professor  Hart  is  still  an  industrious  investigator  of 
political  conditions,  entitled  to  be  heard  with  respect 
when  he  speaks  of  the  lessons  of  the  late  election. 

After  pointing  out  as  the  first  clear  and  indubitable 
fact  of  the  new  political  situation  that  the  Democrats 
have  won  control  of  the  government  in  its  three  essen- 
tial branches,  Professor  Hart  proceeds  to  analysis  of 
the  vote.  Though  Wilson  is  elected,  the  returns  of  the 
popular  vote  bring  out  that  he  is  a  minority  President, 
his  vote  being  from  1,200,000  to  1,500,000  less  than  the 
combined  votes  of  the  Republicans  and  Progressives. 
When  the  Socialist  and  Prohibition  votes  are  tabu- 
lated, says  Professor  Hart,  it  will  probably  appear  that 
about  8,500,000  votes  (including  Taft's  3,500,000  and 
Debs's  1,000,000)  are  non-Democratic,  and  that  about 
6,500,000  are  for  Wilson.  This,  Professor  Hart  points 
out,  is  actually  a  light  vote  for  the  Democratic  ticket. 
Incidentally  he  remarks  that  it  was  a  light  vote  all 
around,  the  aggregate  being  not  much  greater  than  in 
1908,  notwithstanding  the  increase  of  population.  It 
is  perfectly  clear,  Professor  Hart  argues,  that  if  the 
Republican  and  Progressive  votes  could  have  been  cast 
for  one  man,  that  man  would  have  been  triumphantly 
elected.  Of  Wilson's  441  electoral  votes,  261  are  those 
of  states  in  which  Wilson's  plurality  is  less  than  the 
combined  Progressive  and  Republican  vote.  The  coun- 
try. Professor  Hart  concludes,  is  clearly  not  committed 
to  the  Democratic  party  or  to  Democratic  principles. 

Professor  Hart  believes  and  undertakes  to  demon- 
strate that  if  Roosevelt  had  been  nominated  at  Chicago 
he  would  have  been  elected  triumphantly,  though  he 
admits  that  the  number  of  voters  who  would  have 
"sulked"  or  turned  to  the  Democratic  party  against 
Roosevelt  is  an  unknown  quantity.  Of  states  which 
have  given  their  electoral  vote  for  Wilson  he  believes 
that  Roosevelt  would  probably  have  carried  Ari- 
zona, Colorado,  Delaware,  Illinois,  Indiana,  Iowa,  Kan- 
iaine.  Massachusetts,  Montana.  Nebraska,  Xevada, 
New  Jersey.  Xew  Mexico,  Xorth  Dakota,  Oklahoma, 
Oregon,  Rhode  Island,  Tennessee,  West  Virginia — 
twenty-one  states,  which  with  the  states  he  actually 
carried  would  have  given  him  a  majority.  In  this  com- 
pulation Missouri,  Xew  York,  Connecticut,  Xew  Hamp- 
>hirc,  Utah,  and  Wyoming  are  not  allowed  for  Roose- 
velt. On  the  other  hand,  allowing  to  Taft  a  campaign 
with  no  Progressive  candidate,  the  states  he  actually 
carried  and  those  which  the  turn  of  the  popular  vote 
>ho\vs  he  might  have  carried,  including  Illinois,  In- 
diana. Michigan,  Minnesota,  and  Xew  York,  Professor 
Hart  finds  it  hard  to  see  where  Mr.  Taft  could  have 
nore  than  198  votes. 

This  calculation  is  presented  by  Professor  Hart  in 
support  of  the  theory  that  Roosevelt  could  have  car- 
ried the  country  as  the  regular  Republican  candidate, 
and  that  Mr.  Taft  could  not  have  done  so.  The  third- 
term  bugaboo,  he  thinks,  was  merely  a  bugaboo — it  had 
no  weight  at  all  with  over  4,000,000  voters. 

Pointing  to  the   results  of  the  election  in  Arizona, 

where  Roosevelt  received  8000  votes  to  3000  for  Taft: 

in   Texas,  where  Roosevelt  received  38,000  to  36,000  for 

Taft,   and   :n   Washington,   where   Roosevelt   received 

125.IKX)  to  75,000  for  Taft,  Professor  Hart  declares  that 

it  is  thus   .dearly  proved  that  Republican  sentiment  in 

-   was  for  Roosevelt  rather  than  for  Taft — 

ual  results  the  adjudication  which  gave  the 

at  Chicago  from  these  states  to  Taft  has  been 


"recalled."  The  Bull-Moosers,  Professor  Hart  argues, 
while  they  did  not  succeed  in  electing  Roosevelt,  were 
right  in  the  contention  that  he  was  the  logical  party 
candidate,  and  that  his  nomination  was  demanded  by 
the  sentiment  of  the  party. 

Professor  Hart  believes  that  the  Republican  party 
has  ceased  to  be  a  great  national  organization.  He  de- 
nies that  the  trouble  within  the  party  relates  to  the 
ambition  of  one  man,  and  holds  that  the  Progressives 
are  working  for  a  definite  set  of  principles.  Looking 
to  the  future,  he  believes  that  those  who  supported  the 
Progressive  movement  will  never  act  with  or  under  the 
men  who,  as  he  puts  it,  "broke  up  the  Republican  party 
by  refusing  to  allow  the  will  of  the  majority  in  the 
Republican  party  to  prevail  in  the  states,  in  Congress, 
and  at  Chicago."  He  believes  that  over  4,000,000  voters 
really  want  something  which  the  Republican  party  has 
denied  them,  and  which  it  will  continue  to  deny  them. 

The  political  situation  in  the  South,  as  illustrated  by 
the  results  of  the  election,  Professor  Hart  believes,  will 
operate  to  the  advantage  of  the  Progressives  as  against 
the  Republican  party.  Xo  matter  how  thoroughly  and 
genuinely  the  Republican  party  may  seek  to  "purge 
itself  of  the  malign  influences  and  aims  which  have 
dominated  it,"  the  time  has  come,  Professor  Hart 
thinks,  to  "put  an  end  to  the  sectionalism  which  makes 
it  almost  wholly  a  Xorthern  party."  The  South,  he 
thinks,  is  on  the  eve  of  more  vital  political  life.  Roose- 
velt received  all  told  in  the  Southern  states  between 
500,000  and  600,000  votes.  The  Progressive  party, 
Professor  Hart  believes,  can  hold  and  increase  this 
vote,  but  that  it  can  not  be  had  by  the  Republican  part)'. 

In  conclusion,  Professor  Hart  declares  that  the  Pro- 
gressives are  both  in  numbers  and  in  grasp  of  the  situa- 
tion the  future  part)-  of  opposition  to  the  Democratic 
party.  It  is,  he  declares,  "a  vote-gaining  concern," 
while  the  Republican  party  is  defined  as  a  "vote-losing 
concern." 

Bull-Moose  Activities. 

In  the  opposing  views  of  Dr.  Butler  and  Professor 
Hart,  outlined  in  the  preceding  articles,  we  have  fairly 
presented  the  logic  of  theory  as  reflected  from  minds 
of  different  types  and  of  different  sympathies.  Xow  let 
us  turn  for  more  definite  instruction  to  courses  of  action 
in  the  sphere  of  practical  politics — to  the  logic  of  facts. 

The  leaders  of  the  Bull-Moose  movement — we  make 
distinction  here  betw:een  the  followers  of  Mr.  Roose- 
velt and  the  progressive  faction  of  the  Republican  party 
— declare  their  purpose  to  sustain  this  movement  as  a 
national  party,  and  are  confident  that  it  will  swallow 
the  Republican  party,  taking  its  place  as  the  party  op- 
posed to  the  Democratic  party.  Mr.  Roosevelt,  as  the 
national  head  of  the  Bull-Moosers,  led  off  a  week  after 
the  election  with  a  resounding  blast  of  congratulation. 
As  he  analyzed  the  result,  "the  Progressive  party  has 
polled  between  4,000,000  and  4,500,000  votes ;  has  hope- 
lessly beaten  one  of  the  old  parties  both  in  the  Electoral 
College  and  the  popular  vote;  has  carried  several  of 
the  important  states  of  the  Union,  and  has  taken  second 
place  in  the  nation,  and  either  first  or  second  place  in 
some  thirty-seven  of  the  forty-eight  states."  This  in  the 
opinion  of  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  an  achievement  "unparal- 
leled in  the  history  of  free  government."  Then,  having 
said  thus  much  to  encourage  his  followers,  the  Colonel 
announced  that  "for  the  next  few  weeks  he  would  de- 
vote himself  unremittingly  to  literary  work."  He  was, 
however,  by  urgent  persuasions,  induced  to  relax  from 
his  "literary  labors"  for  a  single  evening  on  Xovember 
19  to  appear  at  a  Bull-Moose  conference  held  in  New 
York.  At  that  meeting  he  made  a  speech  that 
"breathed  defiance"  to  the  old  parties.  The  Bull- 
Moosers,  he  said,  must  stand  alone,  must  decline  to 
join  in  any  fusion  or  cooperation  for  any  purpose. 
This  was  in  reply  to  suggestions  from  several  of  those 
present  that  the  Bull-Moose  party  of  Xew  York  City 
combine  with  the  better  elements  of  the  Republican 
and  Democratic  organizations  to  overwhelm  Tammany 
Hall  in  the  next  municipal  election.  The  result  was 
the  adoption  of  a  resolution  leaving  the  proposal  for 
fusion  open,  subject  to  consent  of  the  executive  com- 
mittee of  the  state  committee  of  the  national  Progres- 
sive party.  This  outcome  indicates  plainly  that  Mr. 
Roosevelt  is  not  quite  the  law-giver  even  in  his  own 
party.  How  he  will  take  this  partial  snub — for  it  was 
just  this — remains  to  be  seen.  If  he  shall  be  calm 
under  it  and  consent  to  work  in  the  ranks  with  due 
respect  and  subordination  to  policies  other  than  those 
initiated  by  himself,  it  will  be  for  the  first  time,  and  it 
will  be  an  edifying  illustration  of  a  chastened  spirit. 

A  somewhat  guarded  suggestion  of  definite  purpose 


on  the  part  of  the  Bull-Moosers  to  sustain  a  permanent 
party  organization  appears  in  the  Outlook  of  Xovember 
16.  Referring  to  the  followers  of  Roosevelt,  the  Out- 
look says: 

To  what  party,  to  what  school  of  belief,  should  they  turn  ? 
Not  to  outworn  individualism,  nor  to  impracticable  Socialism. 
There  was  no  party  to  which  they  could  turn.  So  they 
created  a  new  party  inspired  by  the  faith  that  the  cure  for 
the  ills  of  democracy  is  more  democracy,  and  that  a  govern- 
ment subject  to  the  control  of  the  people  can  be  trusted  with 
power  sufficient  to  do  the  will  of  the  people. 

The  four  million  men  and  women  who  voted  for  the  Pro- 
gressive party  have  a  right  to  expect  that  the  party  organiza- 
tion wrhich  summoned  them  to  the  polls  will  continue  for  the 
purpose  of  interpreting  the  Progressive  idea  and  developing 
the  Progressive  movement,  in  preparation  for  appeals  to  the 
people  in  the  states  and  in  the  nation  whenever  the  occasion 
demands. 

So  far  as  we  can  learn,  the  only  practical  movement 
of  the  Progressive  organization  has  been  the  unfolding 
of  a  scheme  to  create  a  national  Progressive  club  (in- 
itiation, men,  $10;  women,  $5;  life  memberships,  $250) 
and  the  appointment  of  a  committee  to  "keep  tab  on  the 
legislature  at  Albany." 

The  latest  movement  is  a  call  for  a  conference  of 
Progressives  from  all  parts  of  the  country  at  Chicago 
on  December  10  under  the  general  purpose  to  take 
stock  of  the  situation  and  decide  what  to  do.  It  will 
be  interesting  to  see  who  will  show  up  in  this  conven- 
tion and  what  its  councils  will  be.  The  Argonaut 
would  like  to  bet  a  hat  with  somebody  that  in  this  con- 
ference there  will  not  be  ten  men  of  first-class  repre- 
sentative character,  and  that  the  conference  itself  will 
turn  out  a  frost  and  a  fizzle — perhaps  we  would  better 
say  a  frazzle. 

Here  in  California  we  have  been  waiting  to  hear 
what  the  programme  of  the  Bull-Moose  leaders  is  to 
be.  Thus  far  we  have  had  nothing  but  a  continuous, 
eloquent,  and  most  welcome  silence.  Even  Governor 
Johnson,  so  ready  and  gifted  at  the  point  of  utterance, 
has  not  opened  his  mouth  excepting  to  puff  smoke  out 
of  it. 

Republican  Reorganization. 

Republican  party  policy  under  the  new  status  of 
affairs  has  yet  to  be  determined.  A  conference  to  that 
end  has  been  arranged  for  December  14  at  Xew  York, 
and  invitations  to  it  have  been  accepted  by  representa- 
tive men  from  all  over  the  country.  In  the  meantime 
there  are  multiplied  evidences  of  sustained  party  spirit. 
And  the  common  opinion  appears  to  be  that  reorganiza- 
tion will  be  effected  upon  relatively  progressive  lines. 
Speaking  for  itself,  the  Argonaut  believes  that  the  di- 
rection and  leadership  of  the  party  will  probably  be 
in  the  hands  of  men  who  have  hitherto  been  members 
of  the  progressive  faction,  but  who  did  not  in  the  late 
campaign  abandon  the  party  to  follow  the  Bull  Moose. 
We  suspect  that  the  new  leaders  will  be  either  men  of 
the  Cummins-Borah-Hadley  type,  cordially  supported 
by  the  old  leaders  of  the  party  in  plans  which  they  them- 
selves would  hardly  have  initiated. 

The  country  over  it  appears  to  be  in  the  minds  of 
Republicans  that  the  new  deal  must  be  upon  new  lines. 
The  Portland  Orcgonian,  a  traditional  Republican  with 
progressive  leanings,  fairly  summarizes  the  situation 
and  prospects  of  the  party.     It  says : 

This  government  can  only  be  successfully  carried  on  by 
means  of  two  great  parties,  one  in  office,  the  other  in  oppo- 
sition. Though  the  constitution  did  not  provide  for  it,  it 
inevitably  led  to  their  organization.  Through  the  alternation 
in  office  of  two  parties  the  government  has  been  successfully 
carried  on  from  the  beginning.  A  third  party  of  anywhere 
near  equal  strength  with  these  two  could  only  come  into  per- 
manent existence  at  the  expense  of  the  efficiency  of  the  gov- 
ernment. There  would  be  an  instinctive  tendency  of  the 
weakest  of  the  three  to  combine  with  one  of  the  other  two 
in  order  to  obtain  a  share  in  the  power  and  honors  of  office, 
and  the  weakest  would  ultimately  be  absorbed,  or  it  would 
become  a  fluctuating  element  in  our  politics,  allied  first  with 
one,  then  with  the  other  of  the  two  principal  parties,  destroy- 
ing the  stability  of  our  government. 

A  new  party  can  only  come  into  permanent  existence  to 
dispute  seriously  with  the  principal  existing  parties  control 
of  the  government  when  it  presents  a  new,  living  issue  on 
which  the  people  are  willing  to  divide  and  fight  with  their 
ballots  and  when  one  or  both  of  the  old  parties  are  trying  to 
maintain  life  on  dead  issues. 

That  the  Democrats  do  not  regard  the  issues  on  which 
they  depend  as  dead  is  proved  by  the  practical  unanimity  with 
which  they  stood  by  their  colors  in  the  recent  election.  That 
the  Republican  party  is  not  ripe  for  extinction  is  proved  by 
the  fidelity  of  the  millions  of  voters  who  stood  by  it  when 
there  was  nothing  to  gain  but  a  reassertion  of  their  political 
convictions.  That  the  policies  for  which  that  party  stands 
are  not  dead  issues  is  proved  by  the  incorporation  of  the 
principal  ones  among  them  into  the  Progressive  platform. 
The  Progressive  party  thus  stamps  itself  as  not  essentially  a 


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new  party,  but  as  the  product  of  a  schism  in  the  Republican 
ranks. 

The  causes  of  the  revolt  being  thus  removed  and  the  Re- 
publican party  having  renewed  its  fidelity  to  its  best  ideals  by 
reorganization  and  rejuvenation  under  the  leadership  of  its 
progressive  element,  the  people  will  be  disposed  at  the  end 
of  another  four  years  to  dispense  with  the  third  party  and  to 
entrust  the  government  to  one  of  the  two  great  parties,  which 
they  will  hold  fully  responsible  for  its  actions.  The  Repub- 
lican party  may  reasonably  hope  to  be  the  party  chosen. 

The  Republican  party-  is  not  destroyed.  What  the  election 
destroyed  is  the  reactionary  control  of  that  party.  The  scat- 
tered remnant  of  the  standpat  element  has  been  driven  from 
office  and  Taft  has  been  punished  by  defeat  for  cooperating 
with  those  leaders  in  Congress  who  were  reactionary  instead 
of  joining  hands  with  the  insurgents  to  wrest  party  control 
from  them,  as  a  more  discerning,  aggressive,  pugnacious 
leader  would  have  done. 

The  original  insurgent,  progressive  element  still  remains  in 
the  party  and  is  now  in  a  splendid  strategic  position  to  assume 
control  and  dictate  policy. 

This,  we  think,  fairly  sums  up  the  situation  both 
from  the  theoretical  and  practical  point  of  view.  Like- 
wise it  fairly  summarizes  the  opinions  of  leading  men 
and  leading  newspapers  the  country  over.  Evidences 
multiply  that  great  numbers — probably  the  great  ma- 
jority— of  those  Republicans  who  voted  the  Bull-Moose 
ticket  still  regard  themselves  as  members  of  the  Repub- 
lican party.  Their  number,  we  suspect,  will  be  so  great 
that  long  before  another  presidential  year  comes  round 
the  Bull-Moose  schism  will  be  only  a  memory.  This, 
of  course,  is  mere  prophecy,  but  there  is  behind  it  a 
species  of  logic  which  has  never  failed  in  the  political 
history  of  the  country.  And  there  is  behind  it,  further- 
more, that  very  potent  force,  the  atmosphere  of  uni- 
versal expectation.  Even  the  Bull-Moosers — those 
whose  situation  permits  them  to  declare  themselves 
candidly — expect  it. 


The  Picket  Nuisance. 

The  plague  of  the  pickets  is  once  more  with  us  and  in 
most  offensive  form.  Within  the  radius  of  a  mile  a  dozen 
different  establishments  are  besieged  by  these  greasy 
vagabonds  with  their  monotonous  yelp  of  "Unfair  to  or- 
ganized labor,"  unfairness  apparently  consisting  of  fail- 
ure to  obey  promptly  whatever  orders  the  union  in  ques- 
tion may  have  been  pleased  to  issue.  Perhaps  the  order 
may  be  for  an  increase  of  wages.  Perhaps  it  may  relate 
to  any  one  of  the  hundred  labor-union  devices  for  wast- 
ing time  or  stealing  the  money  of  the  employer  and  the 
public.  But  whatever  it  may  be,  the  first  step  in  coer- 
cion is  to  detail  some  shabby  scarecrow  to  patrol  the 
sidewalk  and  verbally  assault  a  tradesman  whose  taxes 
are  supposed  to  guarantee  him  a  protection  in  his  law- 
ful industry.  We  may  wonder  what  would  happen  to 
an  individual  who  chose  such  a  course  as  this  in  the 
rectification  of  his  grievances  and  how  long  the  police 
would  allow  such  an  impudent  proceeding  to  continue. 
A  peddler  noisily  hawking  his  wares  is  moved  on  or 
arrested  as  a  public  nuisance.  Even  to  give  away  hand- 
bills in  the  street  is  unlawful.  But  a  labor-union  picket, 
offensive  alike  to  sight,  sound,  and  smell,  hurtful  to 
legitimate  business  and  a  discredit  to  orderly  govern- 
ment, is  allowed  to  inflict  himself  upon  the  public  to 
his  heart's  content.  It  has  been  said  often  enough  by 
malcontents  that  there  is  one  law  for  the  rich  and  an- 
other for  the  poor.  That  there  is  one  law  for  labor 
unions  and  another  for  the  public  is  obvious  and  indis- 
putable, but  perhaps  we  shall  one  day  reach  a  point 
where  labor  unions  and  gambling  houses  are  not  the 
exclusive  objects  of  police  veneration.  Labor  unionism 
is  just  beginning  to  learn  to  its  undisguised  amazement 
that  its  general  charter  of  immunity  does  not  include 
murder  by  dynamite.  If  the  good  work  is  allowed  to 
go  on  it  may  be  persuaded  that  even  mutilation  by 
bludgeons  and  brickbats  is  discouraged  by  the  law.  And 
finally  a  tradesman  who  does  an  honest  business  and 
pays  taxes  may  feel  himself  at  liberty  to  appeal  to  the 
police  against  the  unsavory  rascals  who  now  patrol 
the  sidewalks  and  invoke  the  aid  of  the  public  against 
decent  citizenship. 

And  yet  it  would  be  well  to  moderate  our  sympathy 
even  for  the  victims  of  the  picket.  They  have  a  right 
to  protection,  but  it  is  just  as  well  they  should  recog- 
nize that  they  have  brought  their  troubles  upon  them- 
selves. Labor  unionism  has  grown  and  fattened  from 
the  soil  of  a  servility  as  disgusting  as  it  is  abject.  For 
these  many  years  past  the  tradesmen  of  San  Francisco 
have  fawned  upon  labor  unionism,  flattered  it,  pros- 
trated themselves  before  it,  knocked  their  foreheads  on 
the  floor  at  its  bidding.  Some  of  the  very  concerns 
that  are  now  being  persecuted  have  not  only  worn  the 
union  collar,  but  have  displayed  it  and  boasted  of  it. 
Others  have  assured  the  public  with  tiresome  iteration 


that  only  one  small  section  of  American  labor  could 
expect  anything  at  their  hands  and  that  they  were  fully 
prepared  to  sustain  the  unions  in  denying  the  right 
to  work  and  live  to  all  save  a  favored  minority.  Not 
that  they  cared  for  the  laborer,  union  or  non-union, 
any  more  than  Judas  Iscariot  cared  for  the  poor.  But 
they  believed  that  they  would  profit  by  truckling  to  a 
labor  domination  and  to  an  effort  ruthlessly  to  domi- 
nate the  workshops  of  the  country  in  favor  of  the  few 
and  against  the  many.  Now  they  can  see  for  them- 
selves what  they  have  gained  by  cowardice.  They  have 
done  no  more  than  earn  the  contempt  of  those  whose 
boots  they  licked.  Thinking  to  conciliate  the  unions 
by  an  abject  and  fawning  obedience,  they  are  now  dis- 
covering that  they  might  as  well  try  to  conciliate  a 
shark.  Mr.  Hearst  discovered  the  same  fact  when  his 
years  of  flatter)-  and  adulation  were  rewarded  by  a 
labor-union  attack  of  peculiar  venom  after  he  had  been 
forced  so  far  back  that  he  could  go  no  further. 
Servility  always  adds  disgust  to  enmity,  and  some  of 
the  San  Francisco  shopkeepers  are  now  finding  that  all 
their  unworthy  and  undignified  efforts  to  placate  the 
unions  have  gone  for  nothing  and  that  they  are  perse- 
cuted without  compunction  at  the  first  signs  of  resist- 
ance. 

We  may  hope  that  the  lesson  will  now  be  learned. 
Labor  unionism  in  the  forms  in  which  it  has  been  de- 
veloped in  San  Francisco  can  not  be  conciliated.  It  is 
impossible  to  win  either  its  consideration  or  its  favor. 
There  can  be  no  finality  to  its  demands,  and  to  attempt 
to  meet  them  is  only  to  invite  more  demands  and  ulti- 
mately to  invite  ruin. 


The  Need  for  Play. 

The  New  York  Stadium  Association  is  moving  ener- 
getically toward  the  accomplishment  of  its  plans,  which 
include  the  erection  of  suitable  buildings  in  Central 
Park  for  the  proper  staging  of  a  series  of  Olympic 
games.  Meetings  are  being  held,  the  support  of  influen- 
tial people  is  being  enlisted,  ways  and  means  are  under 
discussion,  and  the  inevitable  opposition  is  being  met 
and  overcome.  There  must  always  be  opposition  to 
schemes  of  this  kind  so  long  as  so  many  people  fail 
to  recognize  that  parks  and  open  spaces  exist  for  the 
benefit  of  the  public  and  that  the  public  does  not  exist 
for  the  benefit  of  the  parks  and  open  spaces.  This  sort 
of  upside-down  thinking  is  one  of  the  greatest  ob- 
stacles to  an  intelligent  use  of  our  opportunities,  such 
as  they  are.  We  begin  by  creating  useful  things  and  we 
then  make  them  so  delicate  or  so  beautiful  that  they 
must  not  be  used.  Central  Park,  designed  for  purposes 
of  public  recreation,  must  not  be  used  for  those  pur- 
poses because  it  is  now  too  fine  for  use  at  all. 

A  stadium  would  be  a  good  thing  for  Central  Park, 
and  with  proper  construction  it  would  be  as  much  an 
ornament  to  New  York  as  the  ancient  Greek  stadium 
was  an  ornament  to  Athens.  But  with  New  York  we 
have  at  the  moment  no  immediate  concern  except  so 
far  as  it  points  a  moral  and  adorns  a  tale  for  ourselves 
and  indeed  for  all  other  great  American  cities.  For 
we  have  to  face  a  situation  that  deserves  to  take 
precedence  over  a  good  many  of  the  political  and  other 
inanities  that  have  crowded  it  from  the  field.  We  have 
to  face  the  fact  that  we  have  become  a  great  urban 
community,  that  all  our  inherited  methods  and  ideas  of 
living  are  being  melted  down  and  run  into  the  new 
crucible  of  city  ways,  and  that  our  tendencies  toward 
a  vigorous  and  an  open-air  life  must  either  find  new 
methods  of  expression  or  they  must  atrophy  and  dis- 
appear. Nine  out  of  ten  of  the  present  generation  of 
city  dwellers  were  born  in  a  rural  environment.  Either 
they  migrated  to  the  city,  or  the  city  expanded  and 
swallowed  them  up.  There  are  few  among  us  who  have 
a  heredity  of  city  life  behind  us.  The  art  of  city  dwell- 
ing is  still  an  acquired  one,  and  the  instincts  of  the 
open  air  and  of  physical  vigor  are  yet  a  long  way  from 
extinction.  It  is  to  be  hoped  that  they  will  never  be- 
come extinct  and  that  we  shall  have  the  wisdom  to 
keep  them  alive  even  though  the  form  of  their  expres- 
sion must  necessarily  be  modified.  And  to  make  the 
situation  still  more  emergent  we  have  the  steady  in- 
vasion of  the  urban  districts  by  a  country-bred  popu- 
lation for  whom  the  transition  is  so  sudden  as  to  be 
acute  and  even  painful. 

That  we  should  lose  the  whole  instincts  of  the  open 
air  would  be  nothing  short  of  a  calamity.  And  there 
is  no  reason  why  we  should  lose  them.  They  can  be 
preserved  by  a  more  intelligent  adaptation  of  the  re- 
sources that  we  have,  a  more  cordial  invitation  to  chil- 
dren and  to  young  people  in  general  to  cultivate  the 
open  air  and  its  pursuits.    At  the  time  when  it  was  the 


rule  to  exclude  the  public  from  the  grass  in  Golden 
Gate  Park  Mr.  Pixley,  the  founder  of  the  Argonaut, 
remarked  pertinently  that  he  could  not  see  any  use  in 
having  grass  at  all  if  children  must  not  play  upon  it. 
Grass  and  children  should  be  inseparable  terms,  and 
by  diligently  pounding  upon  this  idea  Mr.  Pixley  got  i 
the  "keep-off-the-grass"  rule  abrogated.  But  we  ought 
to  do  much  more  than  this.  Permission  to  play  is  one 
thing  and  facilities  for  play  are  quite  another.  \\"c 
are  still  saturated  with  the  Puritanic  idea  that  play  is 
a  sort  of  concession  to  human  weakness,  something  that 
must  be  tolerated  but  not  applauded.  There  are  plenty 
of  open  spaces  in  San  Francisco  and  we  are  extracting 
from  them  about  a  tenth  of  their  value.  It  is  true  that 
we  have  done  something  in  Golden  Gate  Park,  but  we 
could  easily  do  ten  times  more  if  we  would  only  get 
into  our  heads  the  idea  that  play,  exercise,  bodily  exer- 
tion are  absolute  necessities,  moral  necessities,  and  that 
the  price  for  not  playing  is  deterioration.  This  was 
seen  to  be  true  two  thousand  years  ago  in  Greece,  where 
the  Olympic  games  came  from,  and  it  is  far  more  true 
today.  It  is  not  space  for  saunterings  that  we  need. 
We  have  that  already.  We  want  direct  inducements 
to  keen  competitive  sports,  a  stimulus  to  a  proper  re- 
action from  desk  and  shop.  It  is  not  only  the  country 
contingent  that  needs  this.  We  need  it  ourselves,  al- 
though we  are  apt  to  forget  it.  Our  children  need  it, 
although  they  don't  always  know  it.  We  have  to  break 
down  the  grudging  spirit  in  which  every  reform  of  this 
kind  is  granted.  Our  school  playgrounds  are  bleak  and 
dismal  enough  to  frighten  the  child  out  of  them,  even 
if  the  janitors  did  not  do  this  still  more  effectively. 
In  European  cities  where  space  for  play  is  now  im- 
possible we  see  the  results  in  the  weird  and  stunted 
children  that  crowd  the  streets  and  in  the  eternal  prob- 
lem of  the  degeneration  of  the  adult.  We  have  still 
time  to  head  off  this  destructive  evil  and  nothing  but, 
a  wise  good-will  is  needed  to  do  it.  Therefore  it  is 
heartily  to  be  hoped  that  New  York  will  get  her 
stadium,  and  that  what  may  be  called  the  stadium  spirit 

will  spread  all  over  the  country. 

* 

A  Job  for  Mr.  Pillsbury. 
A  new  idea  has  suddenly  flashed  into  the  teeming 
brain  of  Mr.  Pillsbury,  an  idea  full  of  unmeasured 
beneficences  for  the  state  at  large  and  of  an  equally 
'.mmeasured  remuneration  for  Mr.  Pillsbury  himself. 
Crime,  it  seems,  is  upon  the  increase,  and  Mr.  Pills- 
bury regretfully  notes  that  fact  from  the  profitable 
standpoint  assigned  to  him  by  a  grateful  executive. 
Mr.  Pillsbury,  it  may  be  remembered,  has  been  gra- 
ciously pleased  to  accept  a  large  salary  for  serving  the 
Lord  by  means  of  magic-lantern  exhibitions  of  indus- 
trial accidents  and  how  to  avoid  them,  while  tactfully 
strengthening  the  Johnson  machine  as  a  sort  of  pro- 
gressive walking  delegate.  But  now  Mr.  Pillsbury  sees 
a  new  vista  of  usefulness  and  of  reward  opening  before 
him.  Why  do  men  become  criminal,  he  asks  himself 
in  the  funny  little  newspaper  that  prints  his  picture 
every  week.  Why  do  our  sons  take  to  the  highway 
and  our  daughters  to  the  paths  of  dalliance?  Is  it  be- 
cause there  is  no  religion  in  our  public  schools  and 
because  our  children  are  no  longer  trained  in  the  piety 
of  their  fathers?  Mr.  Pillsbury  does  not  answer  these 
tremendous  questions,  but  he  allows  us  to  infer  that  he 
is  prepared  to  do  so  for  adequate  consideration.  Once 
more  he  will  sacrifice  himself  upon  the  altar  of  public 
duty  and  spend  himself  for  the  public  good  if  only  the 
salary  be  sufficient.  "I  wonder,"  he  says,  "if  there  is 
any  way  whereby  our  Progressive  legislature  could 
constitute  a  public  committee  of  twenty-five  or  fifty 
thoroughly  representative  men  and  women  and  set  them 
apart  to  study  the  problem  of  criminality,  paying  their 
traveling  expenses  and  giving  them  power  to  take  tes- 
timony, hire  special  investigators  to  proceed  in  a  scien- 
tific manner  and  make  report  two  years  from  now." 
Xo  doubt  Mr.  Pillsbury  would  be  willing  to  take 
charge  of  such  a  committee  and  so  to  keep  his  feet 
firmly  planted  for  two  years  more  in  the  public  trough. 
He  might  even  be  able  to  nominate  the  whole  com- 
mittee of  Christian  soldiers  who  would  thus  be  em- 
powered to  perambulate  up  and  down  the  state  at  the 
public  cost  in  order  to  buttress  the  united  causes  of 
true  piety,  the  Progressive  party,  and  a  perpetual  sti- 
pend for  Mr.  Pillsbury. 

^i  ■  

Between  the  Island  of  Madagascar  and  the  coast  of 
India  there  are  16,000  islands,  only  600  of  which  are 
inhabited.    In  most  of  these  islands  a  man  ran  live  and 
support   his   family   in    luxury   without 
than  twenty-five  days  in  the  year, 
provides  the  food,  and  no  clothes  arc  - 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  30,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


The  war  correspondent  has  fallen  upon  evil  days.  There 
was  a  time  when  he  was  an  honored  guest,  and  when  generals 
were  by  no  means  averse  to  an  adequate  report  of  their 
achievements.  But  all  that  has  been  changed.  The  corre- 
spondent has  been  voted  a  danger  and  a  nuisance,  and  if  his 
presence  is  tolerated  at  all  it  is  on  the  understanding  that  he 
shall  see  nothing.  The  correspondent  of  the  London  Stand- 
ard, writing  from  Belgrade,  says  that  he  might  as  well  be  at 
Rome,  that  he  is  allowed  to  telegraph  nothing  and  that  the 
authorities  have  even  destroyed  the  whole  of  the  foreign 
correspondence  in  the  mail  after  economically  licking  the 
stamps  off.  Letters  sent  through  the  Austrian  bank  might 
perhaps  be  forwarded,  but  everything  else  was  suppressed. 
That  the  Servians  had  learned  some  of  the  gentle  arts  of 
civilization  was  shown  by  the  fact  that  two  of  the  censors 
had  been  dismissed  for  themselves  selling  to  foreign  news- 
papers the  news  items  which  they  had  deleted  from  messages 
of  correspondents.  Thus  through  a  community  of  knavery 
do  we  recognize  the  kinship  of  the  world. 


Some  of  the  weaker  brothers  of  the  ministry  all  over  the 
world  are  respectfully  calling  the  attention  of  Providence  to 
the  war  in  Turkey  and  suggesting  the  advisability  of  a  Divine 
intervention  to  end  it.  Their  supplications  are  tinged  with  a 
note  of  wonder  that  Providence  should  permit  such  slaughter 
and  of  perplexity  that  a  Divine  government  of  the  world 
should  be  compatible  with  so  savage  and  wholesale  an  inflic- 
tion of  pain.  The  theological  aspects  of  the  question  may 
well  be  left  to  the  specialist,  but  there  is  one  consideration 
that  may  be  advanced  even  by  the  layman.  Every  one  of  the 
men  who  has  died  upon  battlefields  in  Turkey  would  eventually 
have  died  from  some  cause  or  other,  and  presumably  from 
disease,  which  is  quite  as  tragical,  quite  as  unnecessary,  and 
usually  much  more  painful  than  death  in  war.  It  is  not  the 
fact  that  these  men  have  died,  but  that  they  have  died  in  an 
unusual  and  spectacular  way  that  arrests  our  attention.  The 
real  tragedy  is  not  that  these  men  should  die — for  they  must 
presently  die  in  any  case — but  that  they  should  die  as  a  result 
of  the  baser  human  passions,  such  as  tyranny,  revenge,  and 
greed.  

It  is  said  that  the  battle  of  Kumanovo  was  so  extraordi- 
narily deadly  because  Turks  and  Servians  fought  with  cold 
steel  instead  of  with  rifle  and  artillery.  The  battlefield,  says 
a  correspondent,  was  littered  with  corpses,  most  of  them  still 
clutching  in  their  hands  daggers,  bayonets,  and  yataghans. 
And  yet  the  mental  vacuity  which  is  called  optimism  is  still 
fond  of  assuring  us  that  modern  artillery  is  becoming  so 
deadly  that  it  must  presently  be  fatal  even  to  war  itself. 
Nothing  could  be  further  from  tlie  facts.  The  proportion  of 
killed  and  wounded  seems  to  have  steadily  declined  with  the 
perfection  of  armaments  and  the  slaughter  usually  becomes 
great  only  when  the  artillery  is  silenced  and  men  fight  hand 
to  hand.  Bows  and  arrows  were  far  more  deadly  than  artil- 
lery, as  is  shown  by  such  battles  as  Agincourt  and  Crecy  in 
comparison  with  modern  fights  in  the  open  field.  The  me- 
diaeval archer  rarely  missed  his  mark,  and  the  wound  in- 
flicted by  the  barbed  arrow  must  have  been  peculiarly  in- 
tractable.   

All  England  is  wondering  what  the  Bishop  of  Manchester 
could  have  meant  by  the  grave  warning  to  the  Christian 
world  which  he  incorporated  in  a  recent  sermon  at  Black- 
burn. "I  have  to  say,"  remarked  the  bishop,  "with  much 
concern,  and  wishing  to  leave  a  deep  impression  on  your 
minds,  that  it  comes  to  my  knowledge  from  various  quarters 
that  a  time  of  no  ordinary  trial  is  before  the  church  of  Christ 
as  a  whole."  Our  minds  instinctively  go  back  to  Diocletian 
and  the  Roman  aphitheatre,  and  we  wonder  if  the  bishop  has 
secret  information  that  the  worship  of  Jupiter  is  to  be  estab- 
lished by  law  or  that  sacrifices  to  Apollo  will  henceforth  fttli- 
be  compulsory.  But  the  situation  is  not,  it  seems,  so  serious 
as  all  that.  It  is  the  general  impression  in  England  that  the 
bishop  was  referring  to  the  coming  report  of  the  royal  com- 
mission on  divorce,  a  report  that  may  recommend  some  slight 
relief  to  the  sufferers  from  conjugal  infelicity  and  that  is 
therefore  abhorrent  to  the  theological  mind.  But  let  the 
bi.shop  be  of  good  cheer.  Strange  as  it  may  seem  the  solar 
system  will  go  on  its  way  unheeding  even  a  change  in  the 
English  divorce  law.  And  it  may  be  said  furthermore  and 
with  all  reverence  that  if  the  church  of  Christ  is  undis- 
mayed by  the  present  social  condition  of  England  it  may  face 
a  reform  of  the  divorce  laws  with  something  approaching 
equanimity.  But  how  curious  is  the  tendency  of  the  church 
dignitary  to  surround  trivialities  with  the  atmosphere  of  a 
portentous  foreboding.  

The  memoirs  of  Li  Hung  Chang  throw  some  further  light 
upon  the  character  of  that  astounding  woman,  the  late  Em- 
press of  China.  The  diary  of  the  great  diplomat  shows  that 
on  his  return  from  Russia  he  was  so  indiscreet  as  to  praise 
tht  Empress  of  Russia  in  the  presence  of  his  own  royal  mis- 
tress. It  was  certainly  a  remarkable  lapse  for  so  wise  a  man, 
and  he  promptly  reminded  of  his  dereliction  by  a  notifica- 

tion from  Tsu  Hsi  that  he  had  been  fined  one  year's  pay. 
But  the  sequel  is  still  more  remarkable.  Within  a  few  hours 
of  his  receipt  of  the  first  letter  he  received  a  second  from 
the  same  source  informing  him  that  he  had  been  invested 
with  thi  I  trdcr  of  the  Golden  Dragon  as  a  reward  for  his 
services  in  Russia,  a  ikcorntion  that  gave  him  the  almost 
unique  right  to  stand  in  the  royal  presence.  Then  did  Li 
Hung  Chang  learn  that  his  mistn  ss  was  a  woman  as  well  as 
an  empress.  It  was  a  jealous  woman  who  fined  him  a  year's 
salary,  but  it  was  a  grateful  empress  who  rewarded  him  with 
the   Order  of  the   Golden   Dragon.      It   was  a   nice  distinction. 


icalfi  are  lashing  their  sides  with  their  tails,  so  to 

orking  themselves  into  a  frenzy  at  the  supposed 

the   next   president   of   the    republic    will   be   a 


clerical-monarchist  under  whose  malefic  sway  it  will  be  pos- 
sible for  Frenchmen  to  say  their  prayers  if  they  wish  to. 
It  is  a  terrible  threat,  but  the  radicals  say  that  there  is  a 
probability  of  its  fulfillment,  and  so  we  have  another  example 
of  what  radicals  really  mean  when  they  talk  about  con- 
fidence in  the  people.  If  France  should  choose  a  clerical- 
monarchist,  or  a  Mormon,  or  a  Populist,  or  a  Prohibitionist, 
for  president  it  will  presumably  be  because  France  wishes 
to  have  such  an  one,  and  so  the  good  radical  should  bow 
reverentially  and  murmur  vox  populi,  vox  Dei.  But  not  a  bit 
of  it.  The  radical  is  on  the  side  of  the  people  only  when  the 
people  are  on  the  side  of  the  radical.  No  one  is  so  tyran- 
nical as  the  democrat,  no  one  quite  so  criminally  unscrupu- 
lous as  the  reformer.  

And,  speaking  of  France,  the  Socialist  leader,  Jean  Jaures, 
has  announced  his  intention  to  And  out  the  true  inwardness 
of  the  Russian  alliance.  He  wants  to  know  why  France,  the 
most  democratic  country  in  the  world,  should  find  herself 
under  binding  obligations  to  Russia,  which  is  the  most  auto- 
cratic of  European  governments.  No  one .  knows  what  are 
the  actual  ties  between  the  two  countries  or  how  far  the 
action  of  either  of  them  is  pledged.  Government  has  suc- 
ceeded government  in  France,  but  no  inkling  of  the  real  situa- 
tion has  ever  been  divulged.  And  now  when  the  whole  of 
Europe  is  trembling  upon  the  brink  of  war  and  Russia  is 
loosening  her  sword  in  her  scabbard,  M.  Jaures  wants  to 
know  what  France  has  to  expect.  It  is  a  reasonable  want,  but 
it  is  safe  to  say  that  it  will  go  unsatisfied.  So  long  as  Euro- 
pean governments  are  willing  to.  put  the  inconceivably  vast 
issues  of  peace  and  war  in  the  hands  of  one  man  they  must 
expect  to  find  at  any  moment  that  they  have  been  sitting 
upon  volcanoes.  

Among  Russian  prisoners  recently  released  by  direct  com- 
mand of  the  Czar  in  order  to  celebrate  the  recovery  of  the 
heir  apparent  was  a  soldier  who  had  been  sentenced  to  penal 
servitude  for  life  for  a  "grave  offense."  He  had  stepped 
from  the  ranks  in  order  to  present  the  Czar  with  a  petition, 
and  we  may  suppose  that  his  real  crime  was  not  so  much  in 
the  presentation  of  the  petition  as  in  the  shock  to  the  imperial 
nerves.  Most  people  at  some  time  or  other  have  faced  death, 
and  they  remember  the  occasion  with  some  clearness,  but 
there  are  very  few  people  who  face  death  through  every  moment 
of  every  day  and  night,  who  have  death  for  their  perpetual  and 
unsleeping  companion.  No  one  knows  better  than  the  Czar 
that  a  large  proportion  of  the  armed  soldiers  whom  he  occa- 
sionally reviews  would  willingly  be  his  executioners,  and  it  is 
therefore  easy  to  understand  that  a  soldier  who  so  far  vio- 
lates discipline  as  to  step  from  the  ranks  with  a  petition  has 
indeed  committed  a  "grave  offense"  against  the  imperial 
nerves.  

A  few  weeks  ago  no  one  knew  anything  about  the  Chatalja 
forts  that  guard  Constantinople.  Now  we  are  all  talking 
about  these  fortifications  with  the  same  airy  knowledge  that 
we  should  display  about  the  old  homestead.  But  who  knows 
how  many  forts  there  are  or  even  where  they  are  exactly. 
Let  it  be  said  then  that  the  Chatalja  forts  stretch  right  across 
the  peninula  from  the  Sea  of  Marmo/a  to  the  Black  Sea,  a 
distance  of  thirty  miles.  On  the  eastern  point  of  the  penin- 
sula is  Constantinople.  To  the  west  is  Turkey  in  Europe. 
Blum  Pasha  built  the  first  forts  in  1877,  but  he  arranged  them 
badly,  placing  them  too  far  back  and  without  mutual  support. 
Baker  Pasha  improved  them  by  digging  a  succession  of  infan- 
try trenches  upon  the  lower  ground  of  the  slope  upon  which 
the  forts  stand.  He  also  filled  in  the  intervals  between  the 
forts  with  batteries.  Still  later  we  find  Brabmont,  the  Belgian 
engineer,  building  three  new  forts,  and  the  work  of  improve- 
ment has  been  carried  on  more  or  less  steadily  ever  since. 
The  forts  are  now  so  extensive  as  to  require  a  garrison  of 
80,000  troops,  with  250  heavy  guns  and  150  field  pieces,  but 
it  is  very  much  open  to  doubt  if  they  have  either  the  men 
or  the  guns.  Official  Turkey  has  been  too  busy  doing  politics 
of  late  years  to  attend  to  her  armaments,  and  the  gangrene 
of  democracy  has  made  .itself  as  severely  felt  in  the  army  as 
in  the  government.  

It  seems  that  the  Nobel  peace  prize  is  not  to  be  awarded  to 
Anatole  France,  although  there  was  a  widespread  report  that 
the  great  French  writer  was  on  the  list.  Certainly  there 
seemed  to  be  no  good  reason  why  such  an  award  should  be 
made,  since  there  is  no  record  that  Anatole  France  has  ever 
done  anything  in  the  cause  of  peace.  But  then  neither  has 
Mr.  Roosevelt.  Indeed  the  Nobel  prize  has  lost  something  of 
its  glory  since  it  was  bestowed  upon  a  man  who  of  all  other 
men  of  his  day  and  generation  has  shown  himself  as  un- 
deviating  in  his  glorification  of  war  as  in  his  opposition  to  arbi- 
tration and  concord.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 

On  the  Sunday  before  the  eve  of  St.  Michael's  clay 
the  population — adults  and  children  alike — of  Kingston- 
on-Thames  at  one  time  were  wont,  ere  repairing  to 
church,  to  fill  their  pockets  with  nuts.  No.  sooner  had 
they  taken  their  seats  and  the  service  had  commenced 
than  they  proceeded  to  crack  the  hard  shells  with  their 
teeth  or  beneath  the  heels  of  their  boots.  The  noise  that 
this  practice  produced  was  so  loud  and  so  incessant  as 
often  to  cause  a  temporary  cessation  of  the  service,  and 
more  than  one  preacher  has  been  known  to  break  off 
his  sermon  until  the  extraordinary  disturbance  had 
ceased.  This  Sunday  was  known  as  "Crack-nut  Sun- 
day." 

■^♦^ 

The  world  now  has  four  standard  Bibles :  The  Douay, 
or  Catholic,  version;  the  St.  James  Version,  which  was 
completed  in  1611;  the  Revised  Version,  prepared  by  a 
joint  committee  of  English  and  American  scholars 
about  thirty  years  ago  (designed  to  eliminate  some  of 
the  inaccuracies  of  the  King  James  Version),  and 
finally,  the  new  revised  Baptist  Bible,  the  most  recent 
product  of  church  scholarship  and  modern  thought. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


The  Mint  Julep. 
'Tis  said  that  the  gods,  on  Olympus  of  old 

(And  who  the  bright  legend  profanes  with  a  doubt), 
One  night,  mid  their  revels,  by  Bacchus  were  told 

That  his  last  butt  of  nectar  had  somehow  run  out ! 

But  determined  to  send  round  the  goblet  once  more, 
They  sued  to  their  fairer  immortals  for  aid 

In  composing  a  draught,  which,  till  drinking  were  o'er, 
Should  cast  every  wine  ever  drank  in  the  shade. 

Grave  Ceres  herself  blithely  yielded  her  corn, 

And  the  spirit  that  lives  in  each  amber-hued  grain, 

And  which  first  had  its  birth  from  the  dew  of  the  morn, 
Was  taught  to  steal  out  in  bright  dewdrops  again. 

Pomona,  whose  choicest  of  fruits  on  the  board 
Were  scatter'd  profusely  in  every  one's  reach, 

When  call'd  on  a  tribute  to  cull  from  the  hoard, 
Express'd  the  mild  juice  of  the  delicate  peach. 

The  liquids  were  mingled  while  Venus  look'd  on 
With  glances  so  fraught  with  sweet  magical  power, 

That  the  honey  of  Hybla,  e'en  when  they  were  gone, 
Has  never  been  miss'd  in  the  draught  from  that  hour. 

Flora  then,  from  her  bosom  of  fragrancy,  shook, 
And  with  roseate  fingers  press'd  down  in  the  bowl, 

All  dripping  and  fresh  as  it  came  from  the  brook, 
The  herb  whose  aroma  should  flavor  the  whole. 

The  draught  was  delicious,  and  loud  the  acclaim, 

Though  something  seemed  wanting  for  all  to  bewail ; 

But  Juleps  the  drink   of  immortals  became, 
When  Jove  himself  added  a  handful  of  hail. 

— Charles  Fenno  Hoffman. 

* 

On  Lending  a  Punch-Bowl. 
This  ancient  silver  bowl  of  mine, — it  tells  of  good  old  times, 
Of  joyous  days,  and  jolly  nights,  and  merry  Christmas  chimes; 
They  were  a  free  and  jovial  race,  but  honest,  brave,  and  true, 
That  dipped  their  ladle  in  the  punch  when  this  old  bowl  was 
new. 

A  Spanish  galleon  brought  the  bar, — so  runs  the  ancient  tale; 
'Twas  hammered  by   an   Antwerp   smith,   whose   arm  was  like 

a  flail; 
And  now  and  then  between  the  strokes,  for  fear  his  strength 

should  fail, 
He  wiped  his  brow,  and  quaffed  a  cup  of  good  old  Flemish  ale. 

'Twas   purchased   by   an   English   squire   to   please  his   loving 

dame, 
Who  saw  the  cherubs,  and  conceived  a  longing  for  the  same; 
And  oft  as  on  the  ancient  stock  another  twig  was  found, 
'Twas  filled  with  caudle  spiced  and  hot,  and  handed  smoking 

round. 

But,  changing  hands,  it  reached  at  length  a  Puritan  divine, 

Who  used  to  follow  Timothy,  and  take  a  little  wine, 

But  hated  punch  and  prelacy;  and  so  it  was,  perhaps, 

He  went  to  Leyden,  where  he  found  conventicles  and  schnapps. 

And    then,    of    course,    you    know    what's    next, — it    left    the 

Dutchman's  shore 
With  those  that  in  the  Mayiioiver  came, — a  hundred  souls  and 

more, — 
Along  with  all  the  furniture,  to  fill  their  new  abodes, 
To  judge  by  what  is  still  on  hand,  at  least  a  hundred  loads. 

'Twas  on  a  dreary  winter's  eve,  the  night  was  closing  dim, 
When  brave  Miles  Standish  took  the  bowl,  and  filled  it  to  the 

brim ; 
The  little  Captain  stood  and  stirred  the  posset  with  his  sword, 
And  all  his  sturdy  men-at-arms  were  ranged  about  the  board. 

He  poured  the  fiery  Holland  in, — the  man  that  never  feared, — 
He   took   a   long   and   solemn    draught,    and    wiped    his    yellow 

beard ; 
And    one    by   one    the    musketeers — the    men    that    fought    and 

prayed — 
All  drank  as  't  were  their  mother's  milk,  and  not  a  man  afraid. 

That  night,  affrighted  from  his  nest,  the  screaming  eagle  flew, 

He  heard  the  Pequot's  ringing  whoop,  the  soldier's  wild  halloo  ; 

And  there  the  sachem  learned  the  rule  he  taught  to  kith  and 
kin, 

"Run  from  the  white  man  when  you  find  he  smells  of  Hol- 
land's gin!" 

A  hundred  years,  and  fifty  more,  had  spread  their  leaves  and 

snows, 
A  thousand  rubs  had  flattened  down  each  little  cherub's  nose, 
When  once  again  the  bowl  was  filled,  but  not  in  mirth  or  joy, 
'Twas  mingled  by  a  mother's  hand  to  cheer  her  parting  boy. 

Drink,  John,  she  said,  't  will  do  you  good, — poor  child,  you'll 

never  bear 
This  working  in  the  dismal  trench,  out  in  the  midnight  air; 
And  if — God  bless  me! — you  were  hurt,  't  would  keep  away 

the  chill; 
So  John  did  drink, — and  well  he  wrought  that  night  at  Bunker's 

Hill! 

I   tell   you,    there   was   generous   warmth   in  good   old   English 

cheer ; 
I  tell  you,  'twas  a  pleasant  thought  to  bring  its  symbol  here. 
'Tis  but  the  fool  that  loves  excess; — hast  thou  a  drunken  soul? 
Thy  bane  is  in  thy  shallow  skull,  not  in  my  silver  bowl ! 

I    love    the    memory    of    the    past, — its    pressed    yet    fragrant 

flowers, — 
The     moss     that     clothes     its     broken    walls, — the    ivy    on    its 

towers ; — 
Nay,   this  poor  bawble   it  bequeathed, — my   eyes   grow   moist 

and  dim, 
To  think  of  all  the  vanished  joys  that  danced  around  its  brim. 

Then  fill  a  fair  and  honest  cup,  and  bear  it  straight  to  me; 
The  goblet  hallows  all  it  holds,  whate'er  the  liquid  be; 
And  may  the  cherubs  on  its  face  protect  me  from  the  sin 
That   dooms   one   to   those  dreadful   words, — "My   dear,   where 
have  you  been?"  — Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 

Uruguay  has  stringent  immigration  laws.  Recently  a 
party  of  gipsies  was  refused  admission,  under  a  law 
which  reads:  "It  is  also  declared  as  prohibited  immi- 
grants, Asiatics,  Africans,  and  individuals  generally 
known   under   the   names   zingaras    (gipsies)    and   bo- 

hemians." 

^•m 

Germany,  according  to  the  religious  statistics  of  the 
empire,  has  an  increasing  number  of  persons  without 
any  religious  profession.  At  least  they  are  so  regis- 
tered. The  number  has  grown  from  17,000  in  1907  to 
nearly  206,000. 


/ 


November  30,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


361 


THE    LORD    MAYOR'S    SHOW. 


A  London  Pageant  and  a  Big  Crowd. 


Was  it  the  fog  which  made  it  seem  so  resplendent,  or 
the  unsophisticated  vision  of  childhood?  Certainly  a 
"London  particular,"  especially  of  the  November  type,  is 
a  great  softener  of  details  and  hider  of  crudities.  Even 
the  mean  streets  of  the  British  capital  take  on  a  strange 
charm  when  veiled  in  a  London  fog,  as  Whistler  has 
demonstrated  in  more  than  one  etching.  And  child- 
hood's eyes  are  so  splendidly  uncritical.  As  I  stood 
in  the  streets  on  Saturday  and  saw  the  brave  show  go 
by  it  was  natural  to  compare  the  impressions  of  man- 
hood with  the  dim  memory  of  that  far-off  day  when, 
from  the  vantage  point  of  a  stalwart  father's  shoul- 
ders, I  first  saw  his  lordship  of  London  pass  along  in 
his  "planetary  pageant"  to  the  plaudits  and  "oh's"  of 
the  congregated  citizens.  But  on  Saturday  there  was 
no  fog;  on  the  contrary  the  day  was  warm  and  clear, 
almost  sunshiny  in  fact;  and  to  have  to  battle  for  one's 
own  point  of  vision  in  a  dense  crowd  of  cockneys  made 
another  difference.  Did  I,  then,  agree  with  the  blase 
Mr.  Pepys  and  murmur  that  the  pageants  were  "good 
for  such  kind  of  things,  but  in  themselves  but  poor  and 
absurd" ? 

Hardly.  The  infection  of  the  crowd  was  one  cor- 
rective to  such  superior  thoughts.  It  was  a  large 
crowd,  filling  the  sidewalks  as  closely  as  though  a  royal 
progress  were  toward;  and  a  motley  crowd,  as  is  usual 
on  the  9th  of  November,  when  the  lord  mayor  of  Lon- 
don journeys  from  the  Guildhall  to  the  Law  Courts  to 
be  "sworn  in";  but  it  was  a  good-natured  crowd,  intent 
upon  the  enjoyment  of  the  one  municipal  spectacle 
which  still  perpetuates  the  light  and  color  of  London's 
hoary  history.  Not  that  there  was  much  cheering;  the 
spectators  of  the  lord  mayor's  show  are  wont  to  take 
their  pleasure  somewhat  seriously;  but  the  quips  and 
cranks  of  the  democracy,  and  especially  the  familiar 
greetings  extended  to  those  figures  who  were  personating 
royalty  for  a  fleeting  hour,  were  too  reminiscent  of  that 
daring  spokesman  who  greeted  the  Merry  Monarch 
with  "Go  thy  ways  for  a  wag !"  to  make  the  function 
a  sombre  business. 

And  another  corrective  to  superior  thoughts  was 
provided  by  the  excellence  of  the  pageants  which  the 
new  lord  mayor,  Sir  David  Burnett,  had  summoned  to 
grace  his  triumph.  Time  was  when  his  predecessors 
commanded  devices  which  were  elaborate  puns  on  their 
names,  as  when  Sir  John  Leman,  oblivious  of  the 
meaning  which  American  wit  of  the  twentieth  century 
was  to  impart  to  the  fruit,  ordered  a  lemon  tree  to  be 
carried  in  his  procession.  Once,  too,  it  was  the  fashion 
to  glorify  the  particular  city  company  whose  member- 
ship had  furnished  the  candidate  for  mayoral  honors, 
as  when  an  honorable  fishmonger  was  escorted  in  tri- 
umph by  a  pageant  of  fishing-boats  manned  by  fisher- 
men catching  real  fish  which  were  scattered  among 
the  crowd  as  largess.  Perhaps  that  was  the  kind  of 
thing  which  seemed  but  "poor  and  absurd"  to  Mr. 
Pepys. 

For  the  present  year  of  grace  the  devisers  of  the 
pageants  had  gone  for  inspiration  to  those  mammoth 
historical  pictures  which  adorn  the  walls  of  the  Royal 
Exchange,  one  of  which  was  painted  by  Edwin  A. 
Abbey.  To  those  who  are  familiar  with  those  broadly 
painted  pictures  the  pageants  of  Saturday  suggested  the 
thought  that  the  creations  of  the  artists  had  stepped 
from  their  frames  to  march  through  a  London  so  un- 
like that  to  which  they  belonged.  First  came  King 
Alfred  and  his  court,  a  brave  group  of  shaggy  Anglo- 
Saxons  in.  flowing  robes  astride  brawny  horses,  on  their 
way,  as  the  idea  was,  to  inspect  the  rebuilding  of  Lon- 
don's walls;  next  in  order  marched  William  the  Con- 
queror, with  a  rare  retinue  of  bishops  and  Norman 
knights  and  citizens,  intent  upon  granting  the  city  its 
first  charter;  the  third  group  was  of  Sir  Henry  Picard, 
the  lord  mayor  of  1363,  with  the  five  kings  whom  he 
entertained  in  that  far-off  year;  and  the  fourth  and 
fifth  episodes  showed  Queen  Elizabeth  riding  to  the 
opening  of  the  Royal  Exchange  in  1570  and  Charles  I 
and  his  court  proceeding  to  the  Guildhall  in  1641. 

What  time  they  kept  their  places  in  the  ordered  pro- 
cession all  these  impersonators  carried  their  responsi- 
bility with  a  dignity  that  might  have  done  honor  to 
their  originals,  even  though  one  urchin  did  salute  the 
martyr  king  as  "Good  old  Charlie!"  The  dress  and 
accoutrements  and  trappings  had  all  the  richness  of 
the  real  articles,  and  as  long  as  the  wearers  kept  in  the 
picture  the  illusion  was  unspoilt.  But  there  came  a 
half-hour  of  disillusion.  During  the  halt  at  the  Law 
Courts,  while  the  lord  mayor  was  inside  that  building 
taking  the  oath  of  office,  King  Alfred  and  his  royal 
brothers,  William  and  Charles,  put  off  their  brief  au- 
thority and  were  to  be  seen  in  side  streets  quaffing 
copious  draughts  of  twentieth-century  beer,  devouring 
large  chunks  of  bread  and  cheese,  and  exhaling  mighty 
clouds  of  tobacco  smoke  from  exceedingly  modern  clay 
pipes. 

Those  living  pictures  of  London  history  were  not  the 
only  adornments  of  the  show.  There  were  Territorials, 
and  Rough  Riders,  and  Yeomanry,  and  corps  of  cadets 
and  Boy  Scouts,  and,  for  the  first  time,  a  contingent  of 
Sea  Scouts  carried  in  a  whaler.  Nor  were  the  utter- 
most parts  of  the  empire  forgotten.  This  is  Australia's 
hour,  and  the  press  agents  of  that  colony  did  a  fine 
stroke  of  advertising.  For  there  was  a  huge  car  em- 
blazoned with  the  legend  "Australia — Land  of  Sunshine 
and  Success,"  which  was  piled  high  with  the  products  of 
that  continent.  Raw  wool  enswathed  golden  effigies  of 
and  stuffed  dnus  and  kangaroos  stood  out  against 


a  background  of  sheaves  of  corn,  and  rosy  apples  and 
downy  peaches  were  dotted  here  and  there.  No  other 
colony  got  in  such  a  good  day's  work ;  Canada  and  New 
Zealand  and  South  Africa  were  represented  only  by 
companies  of  Boy  Scouts. 

Some  four  hours  did  the  entertainment  last,  for  the 
lord  mayor  left  the  Guildhall  soon  after  noon  and  did 
not  get  back  much  too  soon  for  afternoon  tea.  But  it 
was  none  too  long  for  the  half-holiday  crowd,  which 
kept  its  ranks  unbroken  in  the  flagged  and  garlanded 
streets.  Besides,  there  were  the  side-shows,  which  are 
as  much  a  feature  of  such  an  occasion  as  the  lord  mayor 
and  his  gorgeous  coach.  The  vendors  of  the  penny 
panorama  reaped  their  annual  harvest  of  coppers,  cry- 
ing their  wares  with  that  persistence  of  inveracity 
which  has  become  their  second  nature.  "  'Ere  yar,  th' 
only  cerrec'  pictures  o'  the  show,  a  penny  each !"  All 
highly  colored  are  those  "cerrec'  pictures  o'  the  show," 
and  as  stereotyped  as  these  effigies  of  Gog  and  Magog  in 
the  Guildhall.  I  bought  one  to  make  sure;  and  was 
not  disappointed;  it  unfolded  that  same  unveracious 
array  of  yellow  coaches  and  crimson  horsemen  which 
was  such  a  puzzle  to  the  child  mind  of  so  many  years 
ago. 

One  thing  we  are  spared  in  these  modern  days,  to- 
wit,  the  turgid  poetry  of  that  City  Laureate  who  for  so 
many  generations  was  commanded  to  bestride  his  muse 
in  honor  of  my  lord  mayor's  "planetary  pageants."  The 
race  included  Peele,  and  Dekker,  and  Webster,  and 
Munday,  and  Middleton,  and  came  to  an  inglorious  end 
in  the  person  of  Elkanah  Settle,  whom  Pope  put  into 
his  "Dunciad"  and  silenced  for  his  own  age  and  for 
posterity.  No  longer,  too,  are  Gog  and  Magog  borne 
along  to  grace  the  mayor's  triumphs;  those  ponderous 
wooden  effigies,  carved  in  1708  by  the  civic  carpenter, 
are  perched  high  in  the  Guildhall  and  have  no  other 
part  in  the  glories  of  the  ninth  than  to  gaze  down  in 
stolid  silence  on  the  glittering  banquet  which  is  the 
climax  of  the  day.  Pope  summed  it  all  up  in  two  terse 
lines : 

Pomps  without  guilt,  of  bloodless  swords  and  maces, 
Glad  chains,  warm  furs,  broad  banners,  and  broad  faces. 

But  it  is  a  costly  day  for  my  lord  mayor,  the  banquet 
alone  leaving  him  the  poorer  by  some  two  thousand 
pounds.  Nor  is  that  the  end  of  his  spending.  To  be 
chief  magistrate  of  London  city  for  a  single  year  means 
an  expenditure  of  some  twenty-five  thousand  pounds,  of 
which  sum  the  victim  has  to  disburse  fully  one-half 
from  his  own  pocket.  And  yet  there  are  always  plenty 
of  candidates  for  the  office  once  held  by  Dick  Whit- 
tington.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  November  12,  1912. 


A  proclamation  of  neutrality,  the  first  in  our  national 
existence,  was  made  by  Washington,  April  22,  1793, 
citing  the  fact  that  a  state  of  war  existed  between 
Austria,  Prussia,  Sardinia,  Great  Britain,  and  the 
United  Netherlands  of  the  one  part,  and  France  on  the 
other,  and  warning  citizens  to  avoid  all  acts  in  breach 
of  neutrality.  Ten  years  later  Jefferson,  commenting 
on  the  duties  and  privileges  of  neutrality,  wrote  pro- 
phetically of  international  arbitration:  "We  should  be 
most  unwise,  indeed,  were  we  to  cast  away  the  singular 
blessings  of  the  position  in  which  nature  has  placed  us, 
the  opportunity  she  has  endowed  us  with  of  pursuing, 
at  a  distance  from  foreign  contentions,  the  paths  of  in- 
dustry, peace  and  happiness,  of  cultivating  general 
friendship,  and  of  bringing  collisions  of  interest  to  the 
umpirage  of  reason  rather  than  of  force." 

The  Column  of  Trajan  shows  a  group  of  Sarmatians 
clothed  in  trousers  that  are  just  like  our  own  (observes 
the  London  Chronicle).  As  early  as  A.  D.  69  a  Roman 
general  created  great  scandal  by  going  to  war  in 
trousers,  which  were  regarded  as  "barbarian."  And  it 
is  interesting  just  now  to  recall  that  when  the  Bul- 
garian King  Boris  was  converted  to  Christianity  in  the 
seventh  century,  among  the  106  questions  he  propounded 
to  the  Pope  was  whether  it  was  lawful  for  Christians 
to  wear  trousers.  The  explanation  of  this  is  that  the 
Bulgarians  had  long  been  among  the  trousered  peoples, 
but,  as  conversion  was  coming  from  the  flowing  robed 
Greeks,  they  feared  that  robes  instead  of  trousers  might 
be  essential  to  Christianity. 


Among  Chinese  coolies  a  favored  method  of  stealing 
rice  is  to  lean  up  against  a  pile  of  sacks  and  stick  a 
tin  tube  through  the  sacking,  the  rice,  which  is  dry, 
flowing  naturally  through  the  tube  into  the  coolie's 
clothing.  Flour  is  also  stolen  in  this  manner,  and  a 
common  punishment  in  this  case  is  to  let  the  thief  ob- 
tain a  large  quantity  and  then  pour  water  into  his  cloth- 
ing, which  makes  matters  rather  uncomfortable  for  the 
culprit. 

■  f 

For  the  first  time  in  its  118  years  of  existence,  Bow- 
doin  College,  at  Brunswick,  Maine,  went  outside  the 
United  States  this  fall  for  instructors,  and  the  choice 
fell  on  two  graduates  of  the  University  of  Toronto. 
One,  Professor  Bell,  is  to  be  head  of  the  department  of 
history  and  political  science,  and  the  other,  Professor 
Brown,  is  to  be  head  of  the  department  of  psychology. 
■  •» 

Based  on  the  calculations  of  actual  expenses  in  New 
York  City  for  the  last  election,  the  entire  cost  to  the 
country  was  at  least  $27,000,000,  without  putting  in  the 
cost  of  campaigns.  Just  for  the  voting  in  New  York 
the  total  expense  was  $1,202,175,  or  a  trifle  more  than 
$1.80  for  each  voter.  For  advertising  the  location  of 
polling  places  in  newspapers  the  charge  was  $293,000. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Gustaf  Dalen,  winner  of  the  Nobel  Prize  for  physics, 
just  awarded,  is  a  Swiss  engineer.  He  is  head  of  the 
Stockholm  Gas  Company. 

During  his  recent  stay  at  Balmoral,  Major-General 
Sir  Rudolf  Baron  von  Slatin  Pasha,  inspector-general 
of  the  Soudan,  had  the  grand  cross  of  the  Victorian 
order  conferred  on  him  personally  by  King  George. 

Colonel  William  C.  Gorgas,  whose  wonderful  work 
banished  the  deadly  yellow  fever  from  Havana  and 
the  Panama  Canal  Zone,  has  been  honored  by  the  Royal 
Society  of  Great  Britain  through  its  award  of  the 
Buchanan  medal  to  him. 

Dr.  Vincent  Llorente,  physician  to  the  Spanish  royal 
household,  has  returned  home  after  completing  a  two 
months'  study  of  methods  employed  in  American  insti- 
tutions for  the  deaf  and  dumb.  He  was  sent  here  by 
the  Queen  of  Spain  to  collect  data  regarding  the  educa- 
tion of  Miss  Helen  Keller. 

Miss  Mary  Bayless,  who  has  been  chosen  to  fill  the 
important  social  position  of  private  secretary  to  Mrs. 
Woodrow  Wilson,  wife  of  the  President-elect,  has 
been  a  clerk  in  the  Ohio  legislature,  and  served  as 
secretary  to  prominent  persons  in  the  East.  She  for- 
merly lived  at  West  Union,  Ohio. 

Frederick  Warner  Carpenter,  newly  appointed  United 
States  minister  to  Siam,  is  a  Californian  by  birth,  and 
in  the  earlier  years  of  his  career  practiced  law  in  the 
state.  He  was  private  secretary  to  President  Taft  dur- 
ing the  latter's  term  as  governor  of  the  Philippines. 
He  was  appointed  in  1910  to  Tangier,  his  first  diplo- 
matic post. 

Count  Alvaro  de  Romanones,  selected  by  King  Al- 
fonso of  Spain  as  premier,  in  the  cabinet  reorganization 
scheme,  in  consequence  of  the  assassination  of  Premier 
Canalejas,  was  president  of  the  chamber  of  deputies. 
He  has  held  portfolios  in  various  cabinets,  and  was 
formerly  minister  of  the  interior,  minister  of  justice, 
and  minister  of  public  instruction. 

Sir  Arthur  Quiller-Couch,  the  famous  author,  has 
been  appointed  the  Seventh  professor  of  English  litera- 
ture at  Cambridge  University,  with  an  income  of  $4000 
a  year.  The  appointment  has  been  approved  by  the 
king.  The  foundation  of  the  professorship  was  an- 
nounced two  years  ago,  Sir  Harold  Harmsworth  giving 
Cambridge  University  £20,000  for  its  endowment. 

Professor  Louis  Hirsch,  who  recently  was  appointed 
federal  rat-catcher,  a  new  position,  by  the  way,  is  a 
chemist,  a  graduate  of  Heidelberg,  and  has  grown 
wealthy  through  his  ability  to  rid  whole  districts  of  the 
disease-carrying  rodents.  He  contracted  to  clear  the 
Capitol  at  Washington  of  rats,  mice,  and  other  vermin, 
and  is  making  good.  Professor  Hirsch  came  to  this 
country  unable  to  talk  more  than  a  few  words  of  Eng- 
lish. Despite  his  education  and  training,  he  nearly 
starved  before  he  could  find  work. 

David  White,  recently  appointed  chief  geologist  of 
the  United  States  Geological  Survey  to  succeed  Walde- 
mar  Lindgren,  has  specialized  in  the  study  of  coal 
mines.  His  familiarity  with  coal-bearing  formations 
of  the  Eastern  coal  fields,  gained  in  the  study  of  the 
fossils  and  technical  knowledge  of  coal  and  of  the 
problems  concerning  its  origin,  led  to  his  choice  as 
section  chief  charged  with  the  economic  work  of  the 
survey  in  the  Eastern  coal,  oil,  and  gas  fields.  Mr. 
White  is  a  member  of  a  number  of  scientific  societies. 

Ernest  Lister,  governor-elect  of  Washington,  was 
born  in  Lancashire,  England,  forty-two  years  ago,  but 
has  lived  in  Washington  since  he  was  thirteen.  When 
he  finished  school  he  went  to  work  in  a  molding  shop, 
and  for  years  followed  the  trade  of  an  iron  molder. 
At  twenty-three  he  was  a  city  councilman  of  Tacoma, 
and  at  twenty-seven  he  was  chairman  of  the  state 
board  of  control.  He  is  now  president  of  the  Lister 
Manufacturing  Company,  a  bank  director,  and  vice- 
president  of  the  combined  Tacoma  Commercial  Club 
and  Chamber  of  Commerce. 

Sir  Claude  MacDonald,  who  has  just  retired  as 
British  ambassador  at  Tokyo,  has  been  in  the  Orient 
since  1896,  at  which  time  he  was  named  envoy  ex- 
traordinary and  minister  plenipotentiary  at  Peking.  He 
was  appointed  by  the  foreign  representatives  to  com- 
mand of  the  legation  quarters  during  the  uprising  of 
1900.  Since  then  he  has  been  stationed  at  Tokyo. 
During  his  earlier  life  he  saw  severe  military  service, 
having  gone  through  the  Egyptian  campaign  of  1882, 
and  was  with  the  Suakin  expedition  of  1884-5,  and  was 
awarded  medals  and  clasps  for  distinguished  action  in 
battle. 

Professor  Arminius  Vambery,  the  world's  most 
famous  Orientalist,  who  celebrated  his  eightieth  birth- 
day not  long  ago,  was  a  tailor's  apprentice  as  a  lad, 
and  received  no  education  other  than  that  he  was  able 
to  pick  up.  His  father  was  a  poor  Jew,  and  the  boy 
had  to  work  his  way.  At  eighteen  he  had  already 
mastered  four  European  languages,  in  addition  to 
Turkish,  and  then  became  a  private  teacher.  His  long 
life  in  the  Orient  gave  him  perfect  command  of  many 
tongues.  At  Constantinople  he  was  counselor  to  Abdul 
Hamid.  He  is  proud  of  his  lowly  origin,  boasts  of  the 
many  books  he  has  written,  cares  little  for  wealth,  but 
is  said  to  be  unusually  susceptible  to  flattery. 
he  has  been  professor  of  Oriental  lang  la 

Pesth. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


November  30,  1912. 


A  FUTILE  STRUGGLE. 


The  Tragedy  of  a  Voyage  under  a  Tropical  Sun. 


High  overhead  a  brazen  sun  broiled  in  a  copper  sky, 
and  the  long,  oily  swell  of  the  Pacific  seemed  struggling 
and  heaving  in  vain  against  the  shackling  heat  rays. 
In  the  distance,  almost  hull  down  on  the  dancing  hori- 
zon, appeared  a  liner  from  the  Orient  at  the  point  of  a 
long,  wavering  pennant  of  black  smoke  that  broadened 
from  the  funnels  of  the  vessel  until  it  lost  shape  and 
tangibility,  fading  imperceptibly  into  the  haze  on  the 
edge  of  the  sea.  A  lone  outrigger  canoe  rose  and  fell 
listlessly  on  the  surges,  a  faint  line  of  upcoiling,  bub- 
bling foam  in  its  wake  showing  bare  headway. 

Two  powerful  kanakas,  naked  save  for  lavalavas 
around  their  middles,  toiled  wearily  at  the  round-bladed. 
cumbersome  native  paddles.  With  each  forward  reach 
and  back  pull  the  muscles  under  their  gleaming  skins 
coiled  and  writhed  with  the  suggestion  of  great  power. 
Glistening  beads  of  sweat  forced  their  way  through  a 
glaze  of  cocoanut  oil  and  gathered  in  small,  uncertain, 
wavering  streams,  that  disappeared  in  the  heat.  As  the 
kanakas  lifted  their  paddles  from  the  water  at  each 
stroke,  tiny  whirlpools  sucked  and  gurgled  and  van- 
ished astern. 

In  the  high  bow  of  the  canoe  were  piled  mats,  cala- 
bashes of  poi  and  limit,  and  a  can  of  water.  A  few 
ragged  clothes,  apparently  a  white  man's,  were  huddled 
in  the  very  point  of  the  prow,  and  a  pair  of  disconso- 
late shoes  with  limp  strings  dangling  awry  were  thrust 
awkwardly  upon  them.  In  the  stern  another  mat  was 
lashed  from  gunwale  to  gunwale,  as  though  to  shelter 
something  beneath  from  the  awful  glare  of  the  sun. 

Monotonously,  wearily,  but  relentlessly  the  two 
paddlers  toiled  on,  until  the  glaring  disk  of  the  sun 
began  to  sink  toward  the  sea.  The  steamer  drew  out  of 
sight  and  even  the  smoke  pennant  vanished;  they  were 
alone  on  the  waste  of  waters.  As  the  lower  edge  of  the 
sun  seemed  to  touch  the  waves  the  kanakas  paused, 
listening  for  the  sound  of  hissing  and  steaming,  and 
then  with  a  shrug  and  a  glance  at  each  other  continued 
their  wordless  labor. 

All  at  once  the  sun  sank  from  sight,  and  long  shadow's 
reached  hungrily  from  the  eastern  horizon  and  seized 
avidly  on  the  outrigger,  blotting  it  out  in  the  velvet 
blackness  of  the  tropic  night.  Then  came  stars,  and 
the  kanakas  toiled  on,  and  the  moon  rose,' and  still  they 
toiled.  The  Southern  Cross  appeared  flaming  in  the 
heavens,  low  down  and  on  the  starboard  quarter.  Still 
the  kanakas  toiled  in  silence,  and  now  they  were  very 
weary,  and  the  paddles  seemed  to  fumble  in  gripping  the 
water,  so  that  at  times  cool  splashings  of  it  came  in- 
board. 

The  mat  over  the  stern  trembled,  as  though  pushed 
up  from  below,  and  then,  with  a  queer  scraping  sound 
and  groaning,  a  white  man  crawded  awkwardly  from 
beneath  it  and  drew-  himself  up  on  the  thwart,  with 
strange  mumblings  of  pain.  The  forward  kanaka  passed 
back  the  water  can,  and  the  white  man  drank  a  little  of 
the  tepid  stuff,  plainly  struggling  against  an  impulse  to 
bolt  the  whole  of  it. 

Finally,  with  great  effort,  he  lowered  the  can  from 
his  lips,  and  passed  it  forward  to  the  man  in  the  bow. 
who  replaced  it  carefully  among  the  calabashes  and 
mats.  And  then,  as  the  moon  rose  higher  and  higher, 
and  her  light  became  brighter  and  brighter,  an  onlooker, 
if  it  be  possible  to  conceive  of  the  presence  of  another 
human  in  that  pitiless  waste  of  water,  would  have  seen 
great  blisters  and  weals  upon  the  white  man's  body.  He 
would  have  seen  flaring,  angry  red  patches  on  the  white 
man's  skin,  especially  at  the  points  of  the  shoulders. 
I  le  would  have  known  why  the  white  man  held  his  legs 
stiff  and  unbending  at  the  knees,  and  why  he  tried  to 
kiip  from  moving  his  arms,  and  why  he  made  strange 
noises  of  anguish.  For  he  was  burned,  fearfully  sun- 
burned, and  there  is  no  pain  in  God's  world  like  the  sun- 
burn of  the  tropics.  It  is  the  pain  that  one  imagines  the 
Chinese  criminal  must  feel  as  he  is  boiled  in  oil.  It  is 
»"r-c  than  a  burn  of  steam  or  hot  water,  for  there  is  no 
way  to  relieve  the  pain.  The  vertical  rays  of  the  sun 
have  pierced  deep  beneath  the  skin,  so  that  it  appears 
cooked,  and  then  the  cuticle  comes  off  in  great 
sheets,  peeling  down  to  the  quick  flesh  beneath,  and  then 
it  hardens  and  cracks  and  peels  again,  and  yet  again. 

The  white  man  moved  his  lips  and  strange  sounds 
forth,  and  the  forward  kanaka,  understanding, 
I  back  the  calabash  of  poi.  The  white  man  snared 
some  of  the  stuff  on  his  finger,  moving  with  infinite 
caution  to  avoid  pain,  and  put  his  finger  in  his  mouth, 
ncked  it  clean,  meditatively,  and  "then  with  a  mute 
air  of  disgust  passed  the  calabash  forward  again.  Still 
the  kanakas  paddled,  but  more  '"wlv.  The  haole  pain- 
fully i  ai  hed  under  the  mat  and  drew  out  a  packet  of 
brown  papers  and  a  sack  of  Bull  Durham,  by  which  one 
may  recognize  the  American  in  the  far  corners  of  the 
earth.  The  tobacco  was  scanty,  and  the  cigarette  was 
slender.  The  white  man  smoked  in  silence.  The  thin, 
pale,  wraith-like  curl  of  smoke  vanished  astern  slowly, 
hovering  long  in  the  still  air.  There  was  no  wind  but 
of  i lui r  own  crawling  progress. 

[  l  i     cigarette   drooped    weakly   in   the   white   man's 
rs   and   went   out,  and    for  a   long  time  he  bad  not 
the  though'  to  drop  it  outboard,  mil  lei  it  hang.    He 
lei  his  heaii  fall  on  his  breast,  maintaining  a  sprawling 
queues*    of   pose   to  avoid   the  agony  of  his   sun- 
burned li"  li-s.     lie  stared  blindly,  soddenly,  at  the  hot? 
I    •    canoe.      The   kanakas    were    growing   very 

ly   hut   very  quietly   the  man   in   the  bow   let 


the  paddle  slide  from  his  fingers,  and  collapsed  in 
the  bottom  of  the  boat  in  a  crumpled  heap.  His  com- 
panion removed  his  feet  from  beneath  the  fallen  one's 
body  and  continued  doggedly  to  paddle.  The  white 
man  did  not  raise  his  eyes.  The  paddle  bobbed  up 
alongside,  bumped  against  the  outrigger,  and  drifted 
slowly  astern.  The  white  man  did  not  turn  his  head 
to  watch  it  disappear;  he  did  not  reach  down  to  catch 
it  as  it  floated  past. 

The  stars  grow  pale,  and  the  moon  waned.  The 
Southern  Cross  was  now  leaning  crazily  askew,  dipping 
an  arm  in  the  sea.  The  haole  noticed  dully  that  it  was 
near  dawn.  The  darkness  grew  intense  again,  while  the 
kanaka  paddled,  and  then  suddenly  it  lightened  far 
ahead,  and  the  sky  turned  to  mottled  pearl  and  salmon. 
On  the  horizon  a  cloud  seemed  to  tremble,  the  newly 
rising  and  still  invisible  sun  gilding,  then  silvering  it. 
The  man  in  the  bow  stirred  and  muttered  brokenly,  as 
in  a  dream,  and  the  haolc,  again  reaching  painfully  un- 
der his  mat,  drew  out  a  spare  paddle  and  passed  it  for- 
ward. The  second  kanaka  took  it  and  handed  it  to 
the  other.  The  sun  appeared,  and  began  to  glow  with 
the  heat  of  another  day. 

Before  the  haolc,  warned  by  the  increasing  heat  on 
his  burns,  crawded  beneath  the  mat  again,  he  roused 
sufficiently  to  raise  his  head  and  look  carefully  at  the 
cloud.  It  was  now  long  and  low  on  the  water,  and 
hazily  blue  with  distance,  yet  he  knew  it  for  Molokai. 
To  the  right  and  farther  away  he  could  barely  distin- 
guish the  high,  dim  summit  of  another  cloud,  which 
was  Haleakala,  on  Maui.  He  tried  to  speak,  croaking, 
and  could  not.  But  the  toiling  kanaka  heard  the  sound, 
and  stirred  his  companion  with  his  foot.  The  latter 
roused  and  gazed  listlessly.  They  drank  a  little  water, 
and  both  began  to  paddle.  The  white  man  crawded 
beneath  the  mat. 

The  usual  Sunday  crowd  of  bathers  assembled  at 
Waikiki  at  the  usual  hour.  The  sky  was  a  flawless 
blue,  except  for  the  ever-present  rain-clouds  over  Tan- 
talus and  the  upper  end  of  Moana  Valley.  The  Moana 
bath-house  was  filled  to  overflowing,  and  the  sands  of 
the  beach  from  the  Queen's  Surf  to  the  Hau  Tree 
covered  as  with  an  ever-shifting  kaleidoscope  of  bril- 
liant color.  The  sea  was  clear  as  crystal,  and  kamaainas 
declared  that  the  surf  had  never  been  better.  Eel-like 
Harold  Hustace,  as  brown  as  any  Hawaiian,  was  there 
with  his  surf-board,  and  that  bronze  Apollo,  Duke 
Kahanamoku,  who  was  later  to  win  enduring  fame  at 
Stockholm  for  his  prowess  in  the  water.  There  were 
myriads  of  lesser  lights  and  enthusiasts,  from  experts 
to  the  most  bungling  tyros  at  the  great  game.  Canoes, 
gorgeous  in  the  royal  Hawaiian  black  and  gold,  and 
loaded  to  the  gunwales  with  shrieking  women  and  awk- 
wardly paddling  men,  were  shooting  in  from  the  reef, 
past  the  little  pier  with  its  mirthful  audience,  and  clear 
up  to  the  sands  of  the  beach  itself.  The  surf-board 
riders  were  in  rare  form — head  and  hand-stands  were 
recklessly  attempted  and  as  recklessly  accomplished  for 
the  edification  of  the  malihinis.  Beyond  the  reef,  wait- 
ing for  a  roller,  lay  a  big  canoe,  and  the  men  of  her 
were  overboard  in  the  cool,  deep  water  beyond  the  bar, 
swimming  and  sporting  in  the  smaller  waves  and  sitting 
and  standing  on  the  outrigger  and  forcing  it  beneath 
the  surface  until  the  women  passengers  cried  out  in  real 
alarm.  At  last  there  was  a  warning  cry,  the  men 
scrambled  hastily  aboard,  and  with  desperate  and  too 
often  useless  paddles  churning  the  water  to  foam,  they 
caught  a  huge  billow  and  came  roaring  in,  escorted  by 
daring  surf-board  riders  and  a  swarm  of  lesser  craft. 

Suddenly  a  woman  on  the  Moana  pier  stood  up  and 
pointed,  and  all  the  others  stood  up  and  pointed  with 
her.  Far,  far  out,  so  that  at  times  it  w-as  lost  to  sight 
beyond  the  waves,  was  a  small  canoe,  rising  and  falling 
with  the  swell.  In  it  two  tiny  black  automatons  were 
faintly  visible,  and  now  a  third  appeared,  and  he  seemed 
a  shade  lighter  than  the  others.  He  hoisted  a  rag  on 
a  stick  and  waved  it,  and  the  ladies  on  the  pier  very 
gracefully  and  prettily  waved  their  handkerchiefs  in 
return.  And  they  laughed  and  chattered  and  exclaimed. 
How  far  out  it  was  1  and  they  hadn't  seen  it  go  out ! 
and  who  could  it  be? 

And  the  white  man,  crawling  from  beneath  his  mat, 
felt  the  sun  strike  hot  irons  into  his  flesh,  and  he 
twdsted  with  the  pain  of  it,  but  held  his  position  and 
gazed  at  the  thin  white  line  of  the  surf.  On  the  right 
he  could  see  Diamond  Head,  and  the  big  white  house 
of  the  Castle's  beneath  it,  embowered  in  green.  Then 
came  the  darker  green  of  Kapiolani  Park,  and  he  could 
catch  the  glimpse  of  light  from  the  polished  brass-woik 
of  speeding  motor-cars.  Dead  ahead  lay  the  Moana 
Hotel,  with  its  tiny  pier,  and  on  it  tinier  figures.  He 
hoisted  his  shirt  on  a  paddle  borrowed  from  the  kanaka 
forward  and  tried  to  wave  it,  but  he  dropped  powerless 
to  the  thwart,  and  the  paddle  clattered  into  the  bottom 
of  the  canoe.  The  figures  on  the  pier  waved  wildly. 
He  looked  up  and  down  the  coast  for  a  power  sampan. 
or  for  a  yacht,  or  anything  on  water,  but  there  was 
nothing.  He  could  see  the  break  in  the  shoreline  caused 
by  the  Moana  Stream,  and  the  Outrigger  Club  pavilion 
alongside,  and  there  he  knew  were  many  canoes,  with 
men  lolling  idly  upon  them.  Away  at  the  left  he  saw 
an  inter-island  steamer  forging  slowly  up  the  harbor 
channel,  hut  all  eves  aboard  her  were  evidently  bent 
ashore.  There  was  no  hope,  and  be  achieved  a  bitter, 
twisted  smile.      The  kanakas  were  very  weary,  yet  they 

ever   paddled. 

Soon  the  crowd  began  to  dwindle  as  luncheon  time 
drew  near,  and  finally  the  last  canoe  sped  in  before  the 
wave  and  was  drawn  up  on  the  beach.     Still  a  i'i 


sons  lingered  indolently  on  the  pier  to  watch  the  out- 
rigger come  in — malihinis  who  could  not  get  enough  of 
island  sports.  They  saw  it  come  nearer  and  nearer,  but 
it  was  strangely  slow.  The  white  man  waved  again, 
and  they  waved  back,  and  even  cried  out  to  him,  and 
because  he  was  cursed  with  a  vivid  imagination  he 
thought  he  could  hear  the  sound  of  their  crying,  and 
he  smiled.  Nearer  and  ever  nearer  came  the  canoe, 
and  now  a  great  wave  rose  up  behind  it  and  bore  down 
on  it  furiously.  The  watchers  on  the  pier,  turning  for 
a  last  look,  saw  with  surprise  and  disgust  that  the  man 
was  naked,  and  that  he  wavered  in  the  steering  seat. 

The  canoe  men  tried  feebly  to  increase  their  speed, 
so  that  they  might  catch  the  foot  of  the  great  wave 
and  ride  in  without  swamping.  The  comber  caught 
them  and  tossed  them  and  flung  them  forward  in  a  sud- 
den wdld  burst  of  speed,  and  the  watchers,  offended  in 
their  fastidiousness,  turned  to  go.  A  woman  stayed 
for  a  last  look,  and-  very  suddenly  she  screamed  and 
they  all  looked.  They  saw  an  upturned  canoe  in  the 
yeasty  foam  behind  the  comber,  and  three  black  dots 
bobbing  near  it.  They  laughed  at  the  fright  she  had 
caused  them,  and  she  laughed  too,  shamefacedly. 
Kanakas  swim  like  fish.  When  they  turned  from  the 
woman  who  had  screamed  there  were  but  two  dots. 
They  gazed  with  curiosity,  then  wdth  fascinated,  help- 
less horror.  Then  there  was  but  one.  After  a  long, 
shuddering  moment  there  were  no  dots  on  the  water, 
and  the  canoe  floated  idly  in  to  the  beach,  and  two 
paddles  floated  alongside.  H.  W.  Miller. 

Sax  Francisco,  November,  1912. 


The  steady  decline  of  population  has  long  been  a  sub- 
ject of  serious  concern  to  French  statesmen.  But  an- 
other and  more  alarming  discovery  has  been  made. 
The  French  peasant  is  losing  his  reputation  as  a  wealth- 
producer.  The  vast  accumulation  of  reserve  capital  in 
France,  and  the  general  prosperity  of  the  country  are 
due  in  no  small  degree  to  the  existence  of  an  indus- 
trious and  thrifty  peasantry.  The  peasant  is  the  back- 
bone of  the  republic.  And  yet  all  is  not  well  with 
agriculture  in  France.  The  subject  has  been  thor- 
oughly ventilated  in  the  Paris  press.  It  will  surprise 
most  people  to  know  that  the  net  returns  to  the  French 
farmer  are  lower  than  those  of  most  countries  in  Eu- 
rope. Denmark,  only  a  fourth  the  size,  exports  four 
times  more  agricultural  produce  than  France.  Ger- 
many and  Belgium,  although  mainly  industrial  coun- 
tries, have  a  relatively  greater  agricultural  export  than 
France,  which  is  primarily  an  agricultural  nation.  The 
return  per  acre  to  land  under  crops  in  France  is  lower 
than  in  Denmark,  Belgium,  England,  or  Germany  'in 
the  order  of  production.  France  showrs  increasing  im- 
ports of  eggs  and  butter,  although  twelve  years  ago 
France  exported  more  eggs  than  Denmark. 
■■■ 

Americans  who  annually  visit  Europe  will  take  more 
than  a  passing  interest  in  the  scheme  now  seriously 
under  consideration  of  establishing  direct  railroad  com- 
munication between  England  and  France.  The  Chan- 
nel tunnel,  through  wdiich  it  is  proposed  to  run  new 
electric  trains,  is  one  project  being  discussed,  but  the 
latest  scheme  is  for  ferrying  trains  across  the  Channel, 
so  that  passengers  will  not  have  to  alight  at  any  inter- 
mediate point  between  London  and  Paris.  Lord  Wear- 
dale,  wdio  is  chairman  of  the  Channel  Ferry  Company, 
has  just  given  some  details  of  the  new  corporation's 
plans.  The  company  has  already  been  registered,  and 
negotiations  are  proceeding  with  one  of  the  principal 
railway  companies  with  a  view  to  securing  the  support 
of  its  directors.  Enormous  capital  will  be  involved, 
but  Lord  Weardale  says  it  wdll  not  equal  one-hundredth 
part  of  that  required  for  the  Channel  tunnel. 
■■■  

In  the  New  England  States  the  acreage  of  improved 
land  is  less  now  than  it  was  in  1850,  in  the  Middle  At- 
lantic States  there  has  been  a  decline  in  improved 
acreage  since  1880,  and  in  the  South  Atlantic  States 
there  was  less  farm  land  in  1910  than  in  1S60,  although 
there  was  some  increase  in  the  proportion  of  improved 
land.  In  the  ten  years  ending  1910  the  population  of 
the  United  States  increased  21  per  cent,  the  area  of  im- 
proved land  15  per  cent,  and  the  total  area  devoted  to 
farming  4.2  per  cent.  The  production  of  cereals  was 
fifty-eight  bushels  per  head  in  1899,  and  in  1909  it  had 
sunk  to  fortv-nine.  In  1900  the  United  States  exported 
breadstuff's  io  the  value  of  $251,000,000.  By  1910  this 
had  fallen  to  $136,000,000,  while  imports  had  begun  to 
assume  importance  and  totaled  $13,000,000. 
■»■    

The  Turks  first  captured  Constantinople  May  29, 
1453.  At  that  time  the  city  was  the  sole  remnant  of  the 
great  Eastern  Empire  of  the  Romans.  Before  1100  the 
Turks  had  possession  of  the  once  Roman  territory  in 
Asia  and  ruled  as  far  as  the  straits  before  the  city  of 
Constantinople.  The  first  Sultan  to"  cross  over  into 
Europe  was  Amurath  I,  who  occupied  Adrianople  in 
1360.  During  the  ensuing  ninety  years  the  Turks  over- 
ran southeastern  Europe  and  eventually  overcame  the 
desperate  resistance  of  the  Greeks  and  Constantinople 
fell. 

m»m 

Voters  of  Frankfort,  Germany,  must  be  Prussian  sub- 
jects, twenty-four  years  of  age,  and  must  have  resided 
in  Frankfort  one  year,  paid  their  taxes,  and  received  no 
issistance  from  public  charity  funds,  and  must  possess 
one  of  the  following  property  qualifications:  Own  a 
dwelling  within  the  city  limits;  conduct  a  regular  trade 
with  at  least  two  assistants;  or  have  an  zjwuaL  income 


November  30,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


363 


MICHAEL  ANGELO  AND  HIS  WORK. 


Romain  Rolland  Writes  a  Study  of  the  Character  and  Per- 
sonality of  the  Italian  Artist. 


Romain  Rolland  in  his  "Life  of  Michael  Angelo"  at- 
tempts something  more  than  the  biography  of  a  great 
artist.  He  gives  us  also  a  picture  of  human  suffering 
that  arises  not  from  the  vicissitudes  of  fortune,  but 
that  has  its  seat  in  one's  very  being.  For  Michael  An- 
gelo belonged  to  the  Christian  type  that  for  ''nineteen 
centuries  has  filled  the  West  with  its  cries  of  sorrow 
and  faith."  His  was  the  "acrid  and  intoxicating  odor 
of  Christian  pessimism."  His  was  the  heroic  genius 
and  the  imperious  passion  that  could  conquer  and  that 
yet  had  no  will  for  victory.  This,  says  the  author,  is 
not  an  additional  mark  of  grandeur.  No  man  is  great 
because  the  world  is  not  sufficient  for  him.  Uneasiness 
of  mind  is  not  a  sign  of  magnitude.  Heroism  is  in 
seeing  the  world  as  it  is  and  loving  it,  not  eating  out 
one's  heart  because  the  world  is  not  different.  Michael 
Angelo  was  great  as  an  artist.  That  he  was  also  un- 
happy was  his  weakness. 

Michael  Angelo  lived  in  a  state  of  continual  enthusi- 
asm. His  passion  for  work  degenerated  into  a  mania 
that  produced  a  sort  of  illusion  of  poverty.  He  writes 
continually,  "I  am  without  a  penny.  I  am  naked.  .  .  . 
I  live  in  a  state  of  poverty  and  suffering,"  and  this  at 
a  time  when  he  was  actually  wealthy.  His  father 
writes  to  remonstrate,  telling  him  that  "economy  is 
good,  but  poverty  is  bad — it  is  a  vice  which  displeases 
both  God  and  man" : 

As  a  result  of  this  terrible  life  he  was,  as  his  father  had 
prophesied,  constantly  ill.  We  find  fourteen  to  fifteen  serious 
illnesses  mentioned  in  his  letters.  More  than  once  fever 
brought  him  near  to  death's  door.  He  suffered  in  his  eyes, 
teeth,  head,  and  heart.  He  was  racked  with  neuralgia,  espe- 
cially when  he  had  retired  to  rest,  and  thus  sleep  had  become 
a  torture  to  him.  He  became  prematurely  old.  At  forty-two 
years  of  age  he  had  a  sense  of  his  decrepitude.  At  forty- 
eight  he  wrote  that  for  every  day  he  worked  he  had  to  rest 
four.     He  obstinately  refused  to  accept  the  advice  of  a  doctor. 

His  mind,  even  more  than  his  body,  suffered  the  conse- 
quences of  this  terrible  life  of  work.  Pessimism — a  heredi- 
tary evil  with  him — consumed  him.  When  in  his  youth  he 
wore  himself  out  in  reassuring  his  father,  who  seems,  at 
times,  to  have  suffered  from  attacks  of  the  mania  of  perse- 
cution. But  Michael  Angelo  himself  was  more  affected  than 
the  one  he  sought  to  console.  His  ceaseless  activity  and  over- 
whelming fatigue  delivered  him  over  without  defense  to  all 
the  aberrations  of  a  mind  which  was  filled  with  suspicions. 
He  distrusted  both  his  friends  and  his  enemies.  He  dis- 
trusted his  parents,  his  brothers,  and  his  adopted  son,  sus- 
pecting that  they  were  impatiently  waiting  for  his  death. 

We  have  a  story  of  the  colossal  statue  of  David  that 
shows  the  artist's  scorn  for  criticism.  Coming  to  Flor- 
ence in  1501,  he  undertook  to  carve  the  gigantic  block 
of  marble  that  had  been  entrusted  forty  years  earlier 
to  Agostino  di  Duccio  and  supposedly  ruined : 

It  is  related  that  the  gonfaloniere  Pier  Soderini,  on  com- 
ing to  see  this  statue,  which  he  had  ordered  from  Michael 
Angelo,  addressed  a  few  critical  remarks  to  him,  in  order  to 
show  his  taste :  he  pretended  to  discover  that  the  nose  was 
a  little  too  large.  Whereupon  Michael  Angelo  mounted  the 
scaffolding,  took  a  chisel  and  a  little  marble  dust,  and,  whilst 
lightly  moving  the  chisel,  allowed  the  dust  to  fall,  little  by 
little.  But  he  took  very  good  care  not  to  touch  the  nose  and 
left  it  as  it  was.  Then,  turning  towards  the  gonfaloniere,  he 
said : 

"Look  now." 

"Now,"  replied  Soderini,  "it  pleases  me  much  better.  You 
have  given  it  life." 

Four  years  later  Michael  Angelo  went  to  Rome  and 
began  his  conflict  with  the  Popes  that  can  hardly  be 
said  to  have  thrown  a  shadow  over  his  life,  since  he 
was  born  in  a  shadow  that  became  a  part  of  himself: 

In  March,  1505,  Michael  Angelo  was  summoned  to  Rome 
by  Julius  II.     Then  began  the  heroic  period  of  his  life. 

Both  of  them  violent  and  majestic,  the  Pope  and  the  artist 
were  made  to  agree,  when  they  did  not  violently  run  counter 
to  each  other.  Their  brains  were  full  of  gigantic  projects. 
Julius  II  wished  to  build  for  himself  a  mausoleum  worthy  of 
Ancient  Rome.  Michael  Angelo  seized  upon  this  proud  and 
imperial  idea  with  passionate  enthusiasm,  and  conceived  a 
Babylonian  project — a  very  mountain  of  architecture  with 
more  than  forty  statues  of  colossal  dimension.  The  Pope, 
equally  enthusiastic,  dispatched  him  to  Carrara  to  obtain  all 
the  necessary  marble.  Michael  Angelo  remained  in  the  moun- 
tains more  than  eight  months.  He  was  a  prey  to  superhuman 
excitement.  "One  day,  whilst  riding  through  the  country  on 
horseback,  he  saw  a  mountain  which  dominated  the  coast,  and 
was  seized  with  a  desire  to  carve  it  in  its  entirety,  to  trans- 
form it  into  a  Colossus  visible  to  navigators  from  afar.  .  .  . 
He  would  have  done  it  had  he  had  the  time  and  been  per- 
mitted." 

But  the  favor  of  the  Pope  lasted  only  a  short  time. 
Julius  became  interested  in  other  projects  less  con- 
genial to  Michael  Angelo.  He  quarreled  with  the  papal 
architect,  who  persuaded  Julius  that  it  was  unlucky  to 
build  one's  own  mausoleum,  and  so  it  was  decided  to 
rebuild  St.  Peter's  instead,  and  Michael  Angelo  found 
himself  saddled  with  the  expense  already  incurred  for 
the  mausoleum.  He  complained  and  the  Pope  ordered 
that  he  be  driven  from  the  Vatican  by  a  groom: 

A  bishop  of  Lucca,  who  witnessed  the  scene,  said  to  the 
man : 

"Are  you  aware  as  *o  who  this  is?" 

"Pardon  me,  sir,"  s;  id  the  groom  to  Michael  Angelo,  "but 
I  have  an  order  not  o  let  you  enter,  and  it  is  my  duty  lo 
obey  my  orders." 

Returning  home,  Michael  Angelo  wrote  to  the  Pope  as 
follows  : 

"Holy  Father!  I  was  driven  from  the  palace  this  morning 
by  order  of  your  holiness.  I  beg  to  inform  you  that  if  you 
need  me  you  will  l.ave  to  seek  me  everywhere  else  but  in 
Rome." 

Sending  off  this  etter,  he  called  in  a  dealer  and  a  marble- 
cutter  who  lodged  with  him   and   said  to  them  : 

"Find  a  Jew,  s:Il  everything  in  my  house,  and  come  to 
Florence." 

He  then  mounted  his  horse  and  set  off.  When  the  Pope 
received  the  letter  he  dispatched  five  couriers  after  him,  but 
they  did  n«*  "'^ke  the  fugitive  until  eleven  o'clock  at  night, 
bv  \vb;  •»*•*  reached  Poggibonsi,  in  Tuscany.    There 


they  handed  him  the  following  order:  "Immediately  after  the 
receipt'  of  this,  return  to  Rome,  on  pain  of  our  disgrace." 
Michael  Angelo  replied  that  he  would  return  when  the  Pope 
kept  his  engagements  ;  otherwise,  Julius  II  might  give  up  all 
hope  of  ever  seeing  him  again. 

Michael  Angelo  returned  to  Rome  and  received  an 
order  from  the  Pope  to  paint  the  ceiling  of  the  Sistine 
Chapel,  although  he  knew  nothing  of  the  technic  of 
fresco  painting.  Bramante  was  responsible  for  this 
order,  hoping  that  the  sculptor  would  be  ruined  by  a 
task  for  which  he  was  presumably  incompetent: 

Bramante  raised  a  scaffolding  for  Michael  Angelo  in  the 
Sistine  Chapel,  and  some  painters  who  had  had  experience  in 
fresco  painting  were  brought  from  Florence  to  assist  him. 
But  Michael  Angelo  was  one  of  those  men  who  would  receive 
no  sort  of  assistance  whatsoever.  He  began  by  declaring  that 
Bramante's  scaffolding  was  useless  and  by  raising  another. 
As  to  the  Florentine  painters,  he  took  a  dislike  to  them,  and, 
without  explanation,  put  them  to  the  door.  "One  morning  he 
destroyed  everything  they  had  painted,  shut  himself  up  in  the 
chapel  and  would  not  open  the  door  to  them.  He  would  not 
let  himself  be  seen  even  in  his  own  house.  When  the  joke 
seemed  to  them  to  have  lasted  long  enough  they  returned  to 
Florence,  profoundly  humiliated." 

Michael  Angelo  remained  alone  with  a  few  workmen,  and, 
far  from  the  greater  difficulty  checking  his  boldness,  he  en- 
larged his  plan  and  decided  to  paint  not  only  the  ceiling,  as 
had  at  first  been  proposed,  but  the  walls. 

To  the  annoyances  of  his  work  were  now  added  the 
constant  solicitations  of  his  family,  who  besieged  him 
for  money  and  aid.  To  Buonarrotto  he  writes  in  1513: 
"God  pardon  you.  He  it  is  who  has  granted  me  the 
strength  to  do  all  that  I  have  done  to  assist  you.  But 
you  will  not  recognize  it  until  I  am  no  more": 

Such  was  the  atmosphere  of  ingratitude  and  envy  in  the 
midst  of  which  Michael  Angelo  struggled — between  an  un- 
worthy family  which  harassed  him  and  relentless  enemies  who 
watched  him  and  anticipated  his  failure.  And  yet,  during  this 
period,  he  was  accomplishing  the  heroic  work  in  the  Sistine 
Chapel.  But  at  the  price  of  what  desperate  efforts!  He 
nearly  abandoned  everything  and  fled  once  more.  He  was 
under  the  impression  that  he  was  going  to  die.  Perhaps  he 
would  have  welcomed  death. 

The  Pope  became  irritated  at  his  slowness  and  obstinacy  in 
hiding  his  work.  Their  proud  characters  dashed  against  each 
other  like  thunderclouds.  "One  day,"  says  Condivi,  "on  Julius 
II  asking  him  when  he  would  have  finished  the  chapel,  Michael 
Angelo  made  his  usual  reply,  'When  I  am  able.'  The  Pope, 
furious,  struck  him  with  his  stick,  repeating,  'When  I  am  able! 
When  I  am  able  !'  Michael  Angelo  rushed  home  and  made 
preparations  for  leaving  Rome.  But  Julius  dispatched  a 
courier  after  him  with  five  hundred  ducats,  and  the  man,  after 
doing  his  best  to  appease  him,  presented  the  Pope's  excuses, 
which   Michael  Angelo  accepted." 

But  they  recommenced  on  the  morrow.  One  day  the  Pope 
ended  by  saying  to  him  angrily:  "Do  you  want  me  to  have 
you  thrown  from  the  top  of  your  scaffolding?"  Michael  An- 
gelo had  then  to  give  way  ;  he  took  down  the  scaffolding,  and 
on  All  Saints'  Day,  1512,  his  work  was  uncovered. 

The  advent  of  the  new  Pope,  Leo  X,  only  created  new 
difficulties  for  the  artist.  The  Pope  was  anxious  that 
Michael  Angelo  should  build  the  facade  of  San  Lorenzo, 
an  invitation  that  he  accepted  greedily  through  his 
rivalry  with  Raphael.  He  believed  that  he  could  man- 
age both  the  mausoleum  of  Julius  II  and  the  facade  of 
San  Lorenzo  at  once,  and  so  involved  himself  in  inex- 
tricable difficulties: 

Naturally  it  became  impossible  for  him  to  continue  the 
mausoleum  of  Julius  II.  But  the  saddest  part  of  the  matter 
was  that  he  did  not  succeed  either  in  building  the  facade. 
Not  content  with  refusing  every  collaborator,  his  terrible 
mania  for  wishing  to  do  everything  himself  drove  him,  instead 
of  remaining  in  Florence  and  working  on  his  work,  to  go  to 
Carrara  to  superintend  the  extraction  of  the  blocks  of  marble. 
There  he  found  himself  face  to  face  with  all  sorts  of  dif- 
ficulties. The  Medicis  wished  to  utilize  the  quarries  of  Pietra- 
santa,  recently  acquired  by  Florence,  in  preference  to  those 
of  Carrara.  For  having  taken  the  part  of  the  Carrarais, 
Michael  Angelo  was  insultingly  accused  by  the  Pope  of  being 
bribed  ;  and  for  having  had  to  obey  Leo's  orders  he  was  perse- 
cuted by  the  Carrarais,  who,  by  coming  to  an  arrangement 
with  the  Ligurian  mariners,  prevented  him  finding  a  single 
ship,  from  Genoa  to  Pisa,  to  carry  his  marble.  He  had  to 
construct  a  road,  partly  on  piles,  through  the  mountains  and 
over  the  swampy  plains — a  road  to  the  cost  of  which  the 
people  of  the  district  refused  to  contribute  a  penny.  The 
workers  knew  nothing  about  their  work.  The  quarries  were 
new  and  the  workmen  also.     Michael  Angelo  lamented. 

"In  wishing  to  conquer  these  mountains  and  bring  art  here 
I  have  undertaken  to  awaken  the  dead." 

He  stuck  to  his  task,  however. 

The  author  has  nothing  but  warm  appreciation  for 
the  moral  nature  of  his  hero.  Love  burned  in  him 
with  a  bright  flame,  but  there  was  hardly  a  trace  of 
egoism  or  sensuality.  It  was  a  mystical  adoration  of 
the  beauty  of  a  Cavalieri,  a  religious  friendship  for 
Vittoria  Colonna,  a  tenderness  for  the  poor  and  the 
weak  everywhere: 

No  one  possessed  a  purer  soul  than  Michael  Angelo.  No 
one  had  a  more  religious  conception  of  love.  "I  have  often 
heard  him  speak  of  love,"  says  Condivi,  "and  those  who  were 
present  used  to  say  that  Plato  did  not  speak  otherwise.  For 
my  part,  I  know  not  what  Plato  said  of  it  ;  but  this  I  know 
well,  in  my  long  and  intimate  intercourse  with  him,  I  have 
never  heard  him  utter  any  but  the  most  honorable  words, 
which  had  the  effect  of  calming  in  young  men  the  inordinate 
desires  which  agitated  them." 

But  there  was  nothing  literary  and  cold  in  this  Platonic 
idealism:  it  was  united  to  a  frenzy  of  thought  which  made 
Michael  Angelo  the  prey  of  everything  which  he  considered 
beautiful. 

In  1535  Paul  III  appointed  Michael  Angelo  architect 
in  chief,  sculptor,  and  painter  to  the  apostolic  palace. 
Working  on  the  immense  fresco  of  the  Sistine  Chapel 
he  fell  from  the  scaffolding  and  injured  his  leg,  but  his 
hatred  of  doctors  refused  to  allow  him  to  seek  for  aid 
until  his  personal  friend,  Maestro  Baccio  Rontini,  a 
physician,  surreptitiously  entered  his  house  and  found 
him  in  desperate  c;isc: 

As  Julius  II  had  formerly  done,  Paul  III  used  to  come  to 
see  Michael  Angelo  painting,  and  gave  his  opinion.  He  was 
accompanied  by  Ins  master  of  ceremonies,  Biagio  da  Cesena. 
One  day  the  Pope  asked  this  official  what  he  thought  of  the 
work.  Biagio,  who.  says  Vasari.  was  a  very  scrupulous  per- 
son, declared  that  it  was  "a  disgrace  to  have  put  so  many 
nudes  in  such  a  place,  and  that  the  painting  was  better  suited 
to  a  bathing  place  or  an   inn  than  a  chapel.     This  angered 


Michael  Angelo,  so,  after  they  had  gone,  he  drew  a  portrait 
of  Biagio  from  memory,  representing  him  as  Minos  in  Hell 
among  a  troop  of  devils,  with  a  great  serpent  wound  about  his 
legs."  Biagio  complained  to  the  Pope.  But  Paul  II  laughed 
at  him.  "Had  Michael  Angelo  put  you  in  Purgatory,"  he  said 
to  him,  "there  might  have  been  some  remedy,  but  from  Hell, 
'Nulla  est  redemptio.'  " 

That  Michael  Angelo  should  be  charged  with  in- 
decency, and  by  Italians,  was  certainly  the  culmination 
of  absurdities,  but  this  charge  was  actually  brought  by 
Aretino,  who  wrote  of  "The  Last  Judgment"  that  it 
represented  "things  which  would  have  made  a  house 
of  debauchery  blush."  He  advised  the  Pope  to  destroy 
it  and  added  a  denunciation  of  the  artist's  Lutheranism 
with  insinuations  as  to  his  morals : 

To  this  infamous  blackmailing  letter,  in  which  evervthing 
that  was  most  sacred  in  the  soul  of  Michael  Angelo 
— his  piety,  his  friendship,  and  his  sense  of  honor — 
was  defiled  and  outraged,  to  this  letter,  which  Michael 
Angelo  could  not  read  without  laughing  with  disdain 
and  weeping  with  shame,  he  replied  not  a  word.  Doubt- 
less he  thought  of  it  what  he  used  to  say,  with  crushing 
disdain,  of  certain  enemies,  "that  they  were  not  worth  the 
trouble  of  combatting,  for  victory  over  them  was  without  the 
slightest  importance."  And  when  the  ideas  of  Aretino  and 
Biagio  on  his  "Last  Judgment"  had  gained  ground,  he  made 
no  attempt  to  reply,  did  nothing  to  stop  them.  He  said  noth- 
ine  when  his  work  was  described  as  "Lutheran  filth."  He  said 
nothing  when  Paul  IV  wished  to  destroy  the  fresco.  He  said 
nothing  when,  on  an  order  from  the  Pope,  Daniello  da  Vol- 
terra  "breeched"  his  heroes.  Some  one  asked  him  his  opinion. 
He  replied,  without  anger,  but  in  a  tone  of  mingled  irony  and 
pity:  "Tell  the  Pope  that  this  is  but  a  little  thing,  which 
it  is  very  easy  to  put  in  order.  Let  His  Holiness  devote  his 
entire  attention  to  putting  the  world  in  order:  to  arrange  a 
painting  does  not  cost  much  labor."  He  knew  with  what 
ardent  faith  he  had  accomplished  this  work,  in  the  midst  of 
religious  conversations  with  Vittoria  Colonna,  and  under  the 
protection  of  that  immaculate  soul.  He  would  have  blushed 
to  defend  the  chaste  nudity  of  his  heroic  thoughts  against  the 
unclean  suspicions  and  sous-entendus  of  hypocrites. 

Henceforth  Michael  Angelo's  life  was  a  perpetual 
struggle  against  his  enemies.  He  denounced  the  frauds 
of  the  contractors  who  were  building  St.  Peter's  and 
was  consequently  hated  and  attacked  by  them.  "Michael 
Angelo ,"  says  Vasari,  "delivered  St.  Peter  from  thieves 
and  robbers" : 

A  coalition  was  formed  against  him,  headed  by  the  impu- 
dent Nanni  di  Baccio  Bigio.  an  architect  whom  Vasari  accuses 
of  having  robbed  Michael  Angelo,  and  who  aspired  to  supplant 
him.  They  spread  about  the  rumor  that  Michael  Angelo 
knew  nothing  of  architecture  ;  that  he  was  wasting  money  and 
merely  destroying  the  work  of  his  predecessor.  The  com- 
mittee in  charge  of  the  administration  of  the  building,  itself 
taking  part  against  its  architect,  instituted,  in  1551,  a  solemn 
inquiry,  presided  over  by  the  Pope.  Inspectors  and  workmen, 
supported  by  Cardinals  Salviati  and  Cervini,  came  and  gave 
evidence  against  Michael  Angelo.  But  the  artist  hardly 
deigned  to  justify  himself— he  refused  all  discussion.  "I  am 
not  obliged,"  he  said  to  Cardinal  Cervini,  "to  communicate 
either  to  you  or  to  any  one  that  which  I  ought  or  wish  to  do. 
Your  business  is  to  look  after  the  expenses.  The  remainder 
is  my  affair."  Never  would  his  intractable  pride  allow  him 
to  communicate  his  plans  to  any  one.  To  his  workmen  who 
complained  he  replied  :  "Your  business  is  to  build,  to  hew,  to 
do  joiner's  work,  and  to  carry  out  my  orders.  As  to  knowing 
what  is  in  my  mind,  that  you  will  never  learn,  for  it  would 
be  against  my  dignity  to  tell  you." 

We  have  some  interesting  glimpses  of  Michael  An- 
gelo's friends  and,  chief  among  them,  of  Francesco 
d'Amadore,  surnamed  Urbini,  "to  whom  his  affection 
assured  immortality": 

He  made  other  friendships — strange  ones.  Through  a  desire 
for  reaction  (so  strong  in  the  case  of  men  of  robust  nature) 
against  all  the  constraints  imposed  by  society,  he  loved  to  sur- 
round himself  with  simple-minded  men,  who  were  given  to 
uttering  unexpected  flashes  of  wit  and  had  free  manners — men 
who  were  not  made  like  all  the  world.  There  was  Topolino, 
a  stonecutter  of  Carrara,  "who  thought  himself  a  good  sculptor, 
and  who  never  loaded  a  boat  for  Rome  without  sending  three 
or  four  little  figures  of  his  own,  at  which  Michael  Angelo 
died  of  laughing."  Menighella,  a  clumsy  painter  of  Valdarno, 
was  another.  "He  came  to  see  Michael  Angelo  from  time  to 
time  and  got  him  to  draw  St.  Roch  or  St.  Anthony  to  paint 
and  sell  to  the  peasants.  Michael  Angelo,  whom  it  was  hard 
to  persuade  to  work  for  kings,  put  aside  everything  to  make 
simple  designs  suitable  to  his  friend's  style  and  requirements 
as  Menighella  said.  Among  other  things  he  did  a  model  of 
a  crucifix  of  great  beauty."  For  a  barber,  who  dabbled  in  • 
painting,  he  designed  a  cartoon  representing  the  "Sligmatiza- 
tion  of  St.  Francis."  Other  friends  of  his  were:  one  of  his 
Roman  workmen,  who  worked  on  the  mausoleum  of  Julius 
II,  and  who  thought  he  had  become  a  great  sculptor,  without 
having  taken  care,  because,  by  following  Michael  An- 
gelo's instructions  implicity,  he  had  produced  from  a  block  of 
marble,  to  his  astonishment,  a  beautiful  statue;  the  facetious 
goldsmith,  Piloto,  surnamed  Lasca  ;  the  lazy  Indaco,  that  sin- 
gular painter  "who  loved  chattering  as  much  as  he  detested 
painting,"  and  who  was  accustomed  to  say  that  "continual 
work  without  pleasure  was  unworthy  of  a  Christian" ;  and 
especially  the  ridiculous  and  inoffensive  Giuliano  Bugiardini, 
for  whom  Michael  Angelo  felt  special  sympathy. 

On  one  occasion,  Messer  Ottaviano  de  Medici  asked  Giuli- 
ano to  paint  Michael  Angelo's  portrait.  Giuliano  set  to  work, 
and,  after  keeping  Michael  Angelo  seated  for  two  hours,  with- 
out speaking  a  word,  said  to  him:  'Michael  Angelo,  come 
and  see  how  I  have  caught  your  expression.1  Michael  Angelo 
rose,  and  looking  at  the  portrait,  said,  laughing:  'What  the 
devil  have  you  done?  You  have  put  one  eye  on  my  temple — 
look  here  a  moment.'  At  these  words  Giuliano  was  beside 
himself.  Looking  several  tjmes  at  the  portrait  and  his  model, 
alternately,  he  boldly  replied:  'I  do  not  notice  it,  but  sit 
clown  and  I  will  correct  it,  if  need  be.'  Michael  Angelo,  who 
knew  how  the  effect  had  arisen,  sat  down,  smiling,  in  front 
of  Giuliano,  who,  after  looking  at  him  and  his  picture  several 
times,  rose  and  said:  'It  seems  to  me  thai  the  eye  is  as  I 
have  drawn  it,  and  nature  shows  it  thus.'  'Well,  then,1  re- 
sponded Michael  Angelo  laughing,  'it  is  a  fault  of  nature. 
Continue  and  don't  spare  the  color.'  " 

Michael  Angela  died  in  1564  on  a  Friday  in  February 
described  by  him  as  "the  last  day  of  his  life,  the  first 
in  the  kingdom  of  peace."  At  last  he  had  obtained  the 
object  of  his  desires — he  had  left  time  behind  him. 
Such,  says  the  author,  was  this  life  of  divine  sorrow. 

Souk-  useful  appendices  and  an  index  complete  a 
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The  Life  of  Michael  Angelo.     By   Romaii 
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The  Star-Treader. 
Those  who  have  awaited  the  appearance  of 
Mr.  Clark  Ashton  Smith's  volume  of  verse  in 
the  hope  of  discovering  a  new  poet  will  not 
be  disappointed.  This  little  book,  wisely 
limited  to  a  hundred  pages  and  to  about  half 
that  number  of  poems,  contains  some  work  of 
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WHEN  THE. 
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By  Kath.erin.e-  B 


FORESTS 
2E 

Uudsonji 


PERIL  and 
privation 
are  conquered 
byJanejN'yers, 
a  charmi-;  woman,  on  her 
homestead  claim  in  a  wild 
Washington   forest. 

She  could  not  fight  the  awful 
fire  demon,  however,  and  a 
horribl  would  have  been 

hers,  h  "»t  the  man -who - 

was-waii        -escued  her. 

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the  existing  values  are  surprisingly  high.  In 
the  first  place  Mr.  Smith  shows  a  commend- 
able tendency  to  aim  at  the  loftiest  peaks  with- 
in his  sight.  His  subject  is  nearly  always 
vast,  cosmic.  Even  in  his  fine  verses  to  "The 
Butterfly"  he  finds  occasion  to  write  largely 
and  as  though  nothing  were  too  small  to  sug- 
gest great  analogies,  immense  correspondences. 
There  are  no  self-searchings,  or  yearnings,  or 
soul-communions  in  Mr.  Smith's  poems,  no- 
where a  trace  of  the  morbid  or  introspective, 
and  we  may  expect  much  from  a  poet  who 
will  at  least  try  to  interpret  for  us  the  con- 
sciousness of  nature  rather  than  that  of  his 
own  personality.  As  an  example — possibly  not 
the  best  example — of  a  certain  stateliness  of 
diction  to  be  found  in  many  places  we  may 
quote  six  lines  from  the  opening  poem  of 
"Nero" : 

And  were  I  weary  of  the  glare  of  these, 
I    would  tear  out  the  eyes  of  light,    and  stand 
Above  a  chaos  of  extinguished  suns, 
That  crowd,    and   grind,    and    shiver   thunderously, 
Lending  vast  voice  and  motion,  but  no   ray 
To  the  stretched  silence  of  the  blinded   gulfs. 

Similarly  exalted  is  "The  Song  of  a  Comet,'' 
but  we  get  a  different  but  even  more  arrest- 
ing note  in  some  of  the  one  and  two-stanza 
poems  of  the  collection.  For  example,  "The 
Maze  of  Sleep"  has  a  captivating  lilt  that 
leaves  an  echo  behind  it : 

Sleep  is  a  pathless  labyrinth, 

Dark  to  the  gaze  of  moons  and  suns, 
Through  which  the  colored  clue  of  dreams, 
A  gossamer  thread,  obscurely  runs. 

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surface  faults,  not  temperamental  and  possibly 
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"emperies,"  and  "susurrous,"  and  the  com- 
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Edgar,  who  seems  at  first  to  be  an  unbearable 
snob,  improves  distinctly  upon  acquaintance 
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far  as  incidents  are  concerned  we  have  full 
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Tender  love,  scintillating  hu- 
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passion,  course  neck  and  neck 
through  every  turbulent  page. 

Yet,  when  the  tumult  and  the 
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behind  it  a  lurid  trail  of  tragedy  and  disaster. 
Perhaps  the  idea  is  not  wholly  a  superstition, 
seeing  that  cupidity  is  the  mother  of  most  of 
our  evils  and  that  nothing  awakens  cupidity 
so  quickly  as  a  gem.  In  this  case  the  author 
uses    an    enormous   diamond    stolen    from    the 


Maharajah  of  Pancore.  He  shows  how  it 
travels  mysteriously  and  destructively  half 
across  the  world  as  though  it  were  indeed  pos- 
sessed of  a  devil  until  it  is  finally  robbed  of 
its  power  by  a  woman.  And  it  may  be  said 
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ending  hardly  so  convincing  as  the  rest  of 
the  story. 

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The  Day  of  Consolidation 

The  village  shoemaker  worked  long 
hours  and  made  slow  progress.  Painfully 
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every  stitch  by  hand.  Why,  he  worked 
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London  Financier  and  BuUionist  on  con- 
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ducing in  this  country  the  following  is 
taken : 

"California  is  another  state  where  the 
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mitted at  high  voltage." 

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lic what  this  pioneer  company  is  doing  to 
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life  more  enjoyable,  the  following  table  of 
"Pacific   Service"  is  compiled : 

Service  Number        Total 

Furnished  of  Towns  Population 

Electricity 209  1,082,992 

Gas 50  978,167 

Water 25  52.865 

Railway 1  60,000 

That  the  service  is  popular,  that  it  is 
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and  that  complaints  are  given  prompt  and 
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California's  population  are  using  it,  in 
thirty  of  the  fifty-eight  counties  of  the 
state.  To  handle  the  great  volume  of 
work  resulting  in  every  department  of  this 
great  growing  field  requires  an  army  of 
trained  men  and  women.  With  pardon- 
able pride  it  can  be  said  that  the  Pacific 
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'THE    LITTLEST    REBEL." 


Edward  Peple,  author  of  "The  Prince 
Chap"  and  "The  Littlest  Rebel,"  will  never 
have  his  name  inscribed  on  the  roll  of  fame ; 
but  he  will  probably  be  listed  high  in  the  es- 
teem of  his  banker. 

This  playwright  has  struck  a  vein  which  he 
is  working  with  conspicuous  success,  in  the 
opinion  of  those  who  like  to  have  the  child- 
interest  exploited  in  the  drama.  The  love 
of  children,  admiration  for  their  artless 
beauty,  the  sense  of  protection  toward  their 
helplessness — all  such  feeling  is  simple  and 
normal ;  and,  in  spite  of  the  prevalence  of 
race  suicide,  the  greater  part  of  humanity  is, 
in  its  emotions,  simple  and  normal.  And, 
though  many  through  economic  instincts  or  a 
mistaken  love  of  ease  deprive  themselves  of 
the  pleasures  of  experiencing  the  purest  and 
most  refreshing  form  of  human  affection,  yet 
the  paternal  or  maternal  instinct,  thrust  un- 
der and  atrophied  by  disuse,  still  survives. 

I  do  not  doubt  that  some  soft-hearted  men 
and  women  who  are  childless,  after  seeing 
"The  Littlest  Rebel"  have  come  away  feeling 
a  sort  of  mourning  in  their  hearts  for  a  hap- 
piness they  never  knew. 

Clever  Mr.  Peple  !  With  his  skillful  fingers 
he  plays  a  tinkling  little  tune  on  human 
heart-strings  to  the  musical  accompaniment  of 
falling  dollars. 

The  play  is  full  of  faults ;  it  violates  the 
probabilities,  no  doubt  makes  military  men  to 
smile,  and  revels,  openly  revels,  in  sentiment. 
In  these  plays,  in  which  the  child-interest  pre- 
dominates, I  can  fancy  the  business-like  au- 
thor making  mental  note  at  frequent  inter- 
vals :  "At  this  point  bug  the  kid."  At  any 
rate,  they  do  ;  whosoever  in  the  play  is  re- 
lated to  the  stage  child  by  ties  of  blood  or 
affection  is  perpetually  pressing  the  juvenile 
nose  against  the  paternal  vest-button,  or  clasp- 
ing the  disciplined  and  unresisting  young 
body  in  a  stifling  maternal   embrace. 

There  are  quite  a  sizable  number  of  thrills 
in  "The  Littlest  Rebel,"  and  a  tolerable  pro- 
portion of  lumps  in  the  throat.  It  might  be 
characterized  as  sentimental  melodrama,  and 
the  public  still  loves  melodrama,  provided  it 
not  too  openly  violates  the  probabilities. 
What  is  lacking,  so  the  Young  Person  tells 
me,  is  the  love  interest.  For,  to  most  of 
those  at  the  romantic  stage  of  imagination,  a 
play  is  not  a  play  without  a  love-interest 
somewhere  in  sight.  And  there  isn't  even  a 
shadow  of  it  in  "The  Littlest  Rebel,"  en- 
couragingly peeping  out  to  us  from  a  future 
when  "the  littlest  rebel"  is  grown  up.  And, 
indeed,  that  I  found  one  of  the  good  qualities 
of  the  play.  It  was  quite  a  comfort  to  think 
that  the  busy  playwright,  with  his  hands  and 
head  very  thoroughly  engaged  with  quantities 
of  material,  did  not  feel  it  incumbent  upon 
him  to  pitchfork  some  stripling  into  the  littlest 
rebel's  affairs,  merely  to  reassure  her  friends 
in  front  as  to  a  matrimonial  future. 

It  is  strange  and  disconcerting  how  soon 
topics  grow  old-fashioned.  I  was  running 
over  the  pages  of  a  bound  volume  of  the 
first  year  of  the  Atlantic  Monthly  the  other 
day.  With  anticipatory  interest  I  turned  from 
one  article  and  story  to  the  other,  and,  save 
for  a  famous  short  story  by  Fitz-James 
O'Brien,  I  found  I  could  not  read  them. 

The  Civil  War  is  one  of  the  spectacular 
wars  of  humanity,  crammed  full  of  romantic 
interest,  of  strange  and  unusual  happenings. 
It  is  sure  to  figure  in  future  p!ays  and  ro- 
mances, for  the  half  has  not  been  told  nor 
the  vein  anywhere  near  to  being  worked  out. 
Yet,  in  the  prosaic  and  practical  present,  it 
has  to  some  extent  lost  its  hold  on  public  in- 
terest. 

The  play,  therefore,  has  an  atmosphere  of 
old-fasbionedness,  aside  from  the  intent  of  the 
author  to  revive  the  essence  of  a  past  day. 
It  arises,  no  doubt,  from  the  fact  that  the 
theme  is  always  treated  from  the  standpoint 
of  romance. 

When  "Uncle  Billy,"  the  faithful  old  slave, 
comes  on,  we  feel  ourselves  at  once  on  old, 
familiar  ground.  And  the  well-known  stage 
portico  of  a  Southern  mansion  is  as  familiar 
to  the  veteran  theatre-goer  as  rent  and  taxes. 
The  author  shows  us  the  home  of  Captain 
Herbert  Cary,  a  daring  scout  in  the  Confede- 
rate army.  The  family  fortunes  wane  as  the 
war  draws  to  a  close,  but  the  wife  and 
child  are  still  trim  and  dainty  in  their  sum- 
mer lawns  and  muslins,  and  a  few  slaves  are 
left  to  wait  upon  them.  The  coming  of  a  de- 
tachment of  Union  soldiers,  whose  drunken 
leader  fires  the  mansion,  leaves  the  wife  and 
child  shelterless,  in  spite  of  the  too-late  inter- 
vention  of   Lieutenant-Colonel   Morrison,   the 


gentle-hearted     befriender     of     "the     littlest 
rebel." 

A  second  act  shows  the  seven-year  child 
living  alone  in  an  overseer's  cabin  on  the 
plantation.  She  is  motherless,  the  sudden 
hardships  of  an  unprotected  life  having  pre- 
maturely killed  the  young  mother.  Little 
Virgie  subsists  on  the  supplies  brought  her  by 
her  father,  who,  at  frequent  intervals,  braves 
death  while  penetrating  the  Union  lines  to 
meet  her  and  bring  her  food. 

The  pathos  of  the  idea  would  be  piercing  if 
it  were  tenable.  It  recalls,  in  fact,  a  story  of 
poignant  pathos  told  by  Mary  Wilkins  of  a 
child  that  lived  in  Massachusetts  during  the 
witch-hanging  epidemic,  and  who,  abandoned 
and  execrated  by  all  save  one  compassionate 
woman,  faced  starvation  and  death  in  soli- 
tude. The  painfulness  of  the  story  all  but 
passes  the  bounds  of  literary  reticence,  but 
Edward  Peple  has  chosen  to  handle  his  theme 
more  cheerfully. 

And,  besides,  melodrama  comes  in,  and  we 
have  a  plentiful  assortment  of  thrills  to  turn 
our  thoughts  away  from  the  weeps.  For  Lieu- 
tenant-Colonel Morrison  enters  the  lone  cabin 
while  the  father  and  child  are  together, 
forcing  the  scout  to  his  hiding-place  in  the 
loft.  A  long  scene  follows  between  the  Union 
officer  and  the  child,  in  which  the  former, 
divining  the  pathetic  situation  of  the  gently 
born  child  and  her  complete  dependence  on 
the  ministrations  of  her  father,  subsequently 
feigns  in  the  presence  of  his  soldiers  to  be 
unaware  of  the  scout's  presence  in  the  cabin, 
and  gives  little  Virgie  a  pass  for  herself  and 
her  "escort"  through  the  Union  lines.  This 
wording  of  the  pass  is  the  means  of  saving 
his  life  and  that  of  Captain  Cary,  in  the  trial 
by  courtmartial,  whose  findings  occupy  our 
interest  in  the  last  act.  For  the  Union  officer 
is  accused  by  an  enemy  of  conniving  at  the 
escape  of  a  Confederate  spy.  and  the  verdict 
lies  in  the  severe  but  just  hands  of  General 
Grant. 

The  author  happily  clears  up  a  difficult  and 
threatening  situation  for  both  officers  by  the 
auspicious  use  of  the  phrase  "her  escort"  on 
the  military  pass,  and  the  imminent  close  of 
the  war  furnishes  a  suggestion  of  future 
peace  and  happiness  as  the  curtain  falls. 

The  play  is  put  on  in  excellent  shape.  Dus- 
tin  Farnum  still  holds  his  place  in  public 
favor  by  right  of  his  agreeable,  ingenuous 
personality,  his  face  of  romantic  charm,  and 
his  tall,  manly  shape.  His  place  in  the  ranks 
of  players  is  exactly  abreast  with  "The  Littlest 
Rebel"  in  the  ranks  of  plays.  Neither  be- 
longs to  the  category  of  true  art,  but  both 
please  many  tastes.  Mr.  Farnum  is  precisely 
as  he  has  always  been.  He  neither  advances 
nor  retrogrades,  but  as  an  actor  he  is  rather 
heavy  and  old-fashioned,  and  when  his  large, 
soulful  eyes  are  encircled  by  crow's  feet,  and 
his  dark  hair  has  changed  its  romantic  grizzle 
to  gray,  he  will  either  become  a  heavy  father 
or  drop  out. 

George  Thatcher,  however,  is  an  instance 
of  a  player  whose  art,  formed  and  nurtured 
in  an  older  time,  still  holds  good.  The 
artistic  restraint,  yet  free,  normal  expression 
of  both  his  humor  and  his  pathos,  are  most 
admirable,  and  his  is  a  figure  that  could  ill 
be  spared   from   "The   Littlest   Rebel." 

The  head  of  the  Union  army  is  always  re- 
ferred to  as  "the  general,"  and  so.  when  the 
curtain  rises  on  the  last  act,  which  repre- 
sents the  headquarters  of  the  Union  army  in 
an  old  Colonial  mansion  in  Virginia,  it  is  not 
until  the  broad,  square-set,  stocky  figure, 
standing  at  the  window  with  its  back  to  the  au- 
dience, turns  to  face  us  that  we  learn  we  are 
supposed  to  be  in  the  presence  of  General 
Grant. 

Morris  Burr,  who  has  aimed  at  making  his 
impersonation  a  portrait,  has  succeeded  ex- 
tremely well.  The  general  squareness  of 
build  and  dunness  of  coloring,  the  close,  sandy 
beard,  the  partly  drooped  head  from  which 
proceeds  steadfastly  the  penetrating,  weighing 
gaze  of  a  leader,  the  curt,  decided,  unactorial 
speech,  all  this  was  so  faithfully  portrayed 
that  we  felt  ourselves  yielding  willingly  to  the 
illusion,  always  so  grateful  a  feeling  at  the 
theatre.  It  was  eminently  satisfactory,  too,  to 
note  how  quietly  and  characteristically  "the 
general"  announced  his  final,  merciful  yet  just, 
decision  in  the  findings  of  the  military  court. 
The  character  of  Captain  Cary,  the  daring 
young  Confederate  scout,  was  agreeably  por- 
trayed in  the  refined-melodramatic  style  by 
Alexis  B.  Luce,  an  actor  with  an  excellent 
type  of  feature  for  the  stage,  and  a  talent  for 
springing  from  a  relaxed  attitude  into  a  quick, 
cat-like  pose  of  alert  suspicion  and  defense. 

Zenaide  Williams  lent  a  flowery  old-fash- 
ioned fragrance  to  the  gentle-hearted  chate- 
laine of  the  Cary  mansion,  and  the  several 
actors  who  played  the  parts  of  the  lesser  mili- 
tary characters  were  well-trained  and  efficient. 
"The  littlest  rebel"  is,  of  course,  the  biggest 
rebel  of  them  all,  in  point  of  importance.  I 
do  not  remember  ever  to  have  seen  a  play 
not  distinctly  juvenile  in  intention,  in  which  a 
child  actress  occupied  so  important  a  position. 
Little  Mary  Miles  Minter,  who  represents  a 
girl  of  seven  and  is  probably  eleven  or  twelve 
years  of  age,  is  a  clever  child  who  has  been 
excellently  trained.  She  is  a  very  pretty  and 
unusually  chubby  youngster  for  her  age,  and 
evidently  thrives  on  her  work,  which  she  no 
doubt  loves,  as  she  is,  although  a  trifle  too 
self-assured,    very    dramatic    in    temperament, 


although  rather  over-rapid  in  enunciation  and 
therefore  frequently  indistinct.  She  deserves 
much  praise  for  the  sustained  thoroughness 
with  which,  in  all  the  by-play  and  facial  adap- 
tations to  the  crucial  situation  of  the  moment, 
she  remains  in  character.  She  will  probably 
develop  into  a  good  adult  actress,  if  she 
doesn't  drift  toward  the  musical  stage;  for, 
judging  from  the  thrilling  quality  of  her 
screams,  which  succeed  in  making  her  au- 
dience jump  a  yard  high,  she  has  a  lot  of 
vocal  volume  tucked  away  in  her  young  throat. 

A  particularly  thrilling  scene  in  the  play  is 
the  sudden  development  in  the  third  act  of  a 
battle  between  the  two  opposing  forces,  while 
the  child  and  her  father,  in  flight  to  Rich- 
mond, hold  the  stage  centre.  The  guns  send 
forth  flashes  of  fire  and  volleys  of  deafening 
sound,  jets  of  dust  fly  from  presumably  bullet- 
riddled  earth,  leaves  and  twigs  fall  to  the 
ground,  soldiers  run  crouching  and  fire  at  the 
enemy,  or  fall  writhing  and  biting  the  dust; 
the  Union  forces  retreat,  gain  fresh  courage 
and  return  to  snatch  victory  at  the  eleventh 
hour,  and  the  curtain  falls  on  smoke,  flame, 
and  "The  Star-Spangled  Banner." 

Altogether,  in  spite  of  "slow  music"  acces- 
sories and  characters  who  orate  at  each  other, 
in  spite,  too,  of  the  juvenility  of  its  young 
heroine,  "The  Littlest  Rebel"  possesses  draw- 
ing powers  for  the  biggest  spectator,  provided 
he  is  not  too  fixed  a  partisan  of  the  intel- 
lectual drama.  Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


Symphony  Orchestra  Popular  Concert  Sunday. 

Holders  of  season  tickets  for  the  series  of 
popular  concerts  of  the  San  Francisco  Orches- 
tra are  notified  that  the  fourth  Popular  Con- 
cert of  the  San  Francisco  Orchestra  will  be 
given  this  Sunday  afternoon,  December  1,  at 
the  Cort  Theatre,  at  3:15  o'clock. 

The  Music  Committee  have  engaged  Tina 
Lerner  for  two  concerts,  and  holders  of  popu- 
lar season  tickets  will  be  given  an  oppor- 
tunity of  enjoying  the  brilliant  work  of  the 
beautiful  Russian  pianiste. 

The  programme  for  Sunday  afternoon  is  a 
most  excellent  one,  embracing  as  it  does : 
Overture.  "Ruy  Bias,"  Mendelssohn;  "Heart 
Wounds,"  "Last  Spring,"  (for  string  orches- 
tra), Grieg;  Concerto,  Tschaikoivsky,  Tina 
Lerner;  "Liebestraum,"  Liszt;  tone  poem, 
"Death   and  Transfiguration,"  R.  Strauss. 

In  no  other  city  in  the  United  States  is  it 
possible  to  hear  an  organization  such  as  the 
San  Francisco  Orchestra  and  Tina  Lerner  at 
a  scale  of  prices  of  from  35  cents  to  $1. 


The  Return  of  Mundell. 

Miss  Esther  Mundell,  the  well-known  singer 
and  pianist,  who  has  just  returned  from  a  four 
years'  visit  abroad,  where  she  has  appeared 
in  concert  both  in  France  and  England,  be- 
sides devoting  much  time  to  her  vocal  work 
with  Jean  de  Reszke,  announces  a  recital  at 
the  St.  Francis  ballroom  on  Wednesday  night, 
December  4. 

Miss  Mundell  is  now  devoting  her  entire 
time  to  her  vocal  work,  and  is  said  to  have 
a  voice  of  quite  unusual  beauty,  and  equipped 
with  quite  a  remarkable  education  in  the  art 
of  music  both  practical  and  theoretical  Miss 
Mundell  should  make  a  glorious  success  as  a 
concert  star. 

An  interesting  programme  in  German, 
French,  English,  and  Italian  is  promised.  Mr. 
Uda  Waldrop  will  be  the  assisting  artist. 

Tickets  at  the  music  stores  and  the  St. 
Francis. 


Maud  Powell,  Violinist. 

It  has  been  many  months  now  since  our 
music  lovers  have  heard  programmes  of  vio- 
lin music,  so  the  announcement  by  Manager 
Greenbaum  of  the  engagement  of  Maud  Powell 
will  be  most  welcome.  This  woman,  an  Amer- 
ican, is  the  only  violinist  of  her  sex  who 
holds  a  position  in  the  world  of  music  in  the 
ranks  with  Kreisler,  Elman,  Zimbalist,  Mar- 
teau,  and  the  other  great  ones.  When  one 
mentions  the  list  of  the  world's  very  greatest 
violin  virtuosi  the  name  of  Maud  Powell  must 
be  considered. 

This  artist,  assisted  by  Harold  Osborn 
Smith,  the  pianist,  who  used  to  visit  us  with 
David  Bispham,  will  give  three  exceptional 
and  novel  programmes  at  Scottish  Rite  Hall 
on  Thursday  night,  December  12,  and  Satur- 
day and  Sunday  afternoons,  December  14  and 
15. 


Death  of  Minnie  Hauck. 

Minnie  Hauck,  the  American  prima  donna, 
died  in  Munich  November  18,  aged  sixty. 
The  deceased  singer  sang  in  the  principal 
capitals  of  Europe,  as  well  as  on  tours  in 
her  own  country.  Her  "Carmen"  was  for  a 
time,  twenty  odd  years  ago,  the  rage.  Al- 
though a  dramatic  soprano,  she  sang  in  florid 
operas  in  such  roles  as  Zerlina,  Rosina,  and 
Marie  in  the   "Daughter  of  the   Regiment." 

Minnie  Hauck  was  born  in  New  York  No- 
vember 16,  1852,  and  it  was  in  her  native  city 
that  she  made  her  debut,  as  Norma,  before 
she  was  twenty  years  old.  Soon  after  she 
was  well  received  in  London,  and  greater 
success  followed  by  her  engagement  in  Vienna 
(1870),  and  in  Berlin.  Mine.  Hauck  sang 
during  the  years  before  Wagner  was  in  the 
repertory  of  every  opera  singer  with  a  big 
reputation.  About  the  time  she  thought  of 
retiring     from     the     operatic     stage,     Minnie 


Hauck  married  Ernst  von  Hesse-Wartegg  and 
since  their  marriage  they  spent  most  of  their 
time  in  Europe. 


It  is  planned  that  Tina  Lerner,  the  Russian 
pianiste,  and  Arthur  Hadley,  brother  of  Con- 
ductor Henry  Hadley,  will  soon  be  presented 
by  Frank  W.  Healy  in  a  joint  concert  at  the 
Colonial   ball-room   of  the   St.   Francis    Hotel. 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


November  30,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Mao*  Austin,  who  writes  books  and  prob- 
ably does  other  things  that  are  equally  repre- 
hensible, has  some  new  views  on  the  subject 
of  marriage  and  divorce.  Of  course  we  all 
think  that  the  laws  are  wrong.  We  have  to. 
If  there  is  nothing  wrong  with  the  laws  there 
must  be  something  wrong  with  ourselves,  and 
that  is  a  proposition  that  we  are  not  willing  to 
entertain.  Any  law,  any  observance,  any  con- 
vention, that  prevents  us  from  doing  what  we 
wish,  how  we  wish,  and  when  we  wish  must 
be  hopelessly  bad.  Marriage  has  been  found 
to  imply  duties  as  well  as  pleasures.  There- 
fore marriage  must  be  so  reformed  as  to  ex- 
clude all  duties  and  to  include  only  the  pleas- 
ures. The  thing  is  as  easy  and  as  simple  as 
lying. 

But  to  return  to  Mrs.  Mary  Austin,  who 
has  just  delivered  an  address  before  the 
Women's  Legislative  League  in  New  York. 
The  Women's  Legislative  League  may  be  de- 
scribed as  an  organization  for  the  abolition  of 
duty — women's  duty,  of  course — and  ior  the 
liberation  of  women  from  all  restraints,  hin- 
drances, and  annoyances.  It  is  a  beneficent 
institution. 

The  subject  of  Mrs.  Austin's  discourse  was 
divorce.  Now  it  is  a  shame  and  a  scandal 
that  a  woman  should  have  to  advance  any 
reason  at  all  when  she  applies  for  divorce. 
No  more  should  be  asked  of  her  than  the 
enunciation  of  the  single  word  "because." 
She  should  then  be  invited  to  state  the  amount 
of  alimony  that  she  is  willing  to  receive  and 
the  proceedings  should  come  to  an  end  with 
the  usual  decree  and  without  any  back  talk 
on  the  part  of  the  husband  or  of  any  one  else. 
But  we  must  all  run  before  we  can  walk,  and 
so  Mrs.  Austin  addressed  herself  to  the  rea- 
sons that  should  be  sufficient  for  divorce  until 
such  time  as  the  legislature  shall  remove  the 
blot  upon  our  statute  books  that  requires  any 
woman  at  any  time  and  under  any  circum- 
stances to  give  reasons  for  what  she  does. 
For  how  can  she  give  what  she  does  not  pos- 
sess? 


Infidelity,  says  Mrs.  Austin,  is  not  neces- 
sarily a  cause  for  divorce.  Stinginess  with 
money,  doling  it  out  in  half-dollars,  is  a  far 
more  serious  matter,  says  Mrs.  Austin.  To 
be  guilty  of  "occasional  irregularities  with 
other  women,"  says  Mrs.  Austin,  is  a  slight 
offense  in  comparison  with  the  shut  purse. 
Let  us  divorce  our  husbands  if  they  are  nig- 
gardly, says  Mrs.  Austin,  but  let  us  be  filled 
with  a  gentle  toleration  for  those  little  sexual 
aberrations  that  have  been  magnified  unduly 
by  an  out-of- fashion  sentiment.  Then  the 
women  of  the  Legislative  League  gasped  for 
a  few  moments  and  finally  applauded. 

Admirable  Mrs.  Austin.  With  what  a  sure 
and  certain  touch  she  laid  her  finger  upon  the 
real  grievances  of  women,  how  relentlessly 
she  swept  away  the  figments  that  have  been 
allowed  to  divert  her  attention  from  the  real 
issues.  What  an  eye  she  has  for  essentials 
and  for  the  real  heart  of  the  problem.  For 
these  "occasional  irregularities  with  other 
women"  do  not  necessarily  interfere  with  the 
material  comforts  of  the  wife.  She  can  still 
stretch  herself  purring  by  the  fire,  even  though 
she  hear  the  scampering  footsteps  of  her  lord 
upon  the  roof.  Eut  to  be  niggardly  with 
money !  There  you  have  the  true  infringe- 
ment of  woman's  rights,  there  you  have  the 
crime  of  crimes  that  should  cause  every  true- 
hearted  wife  to  rise  in  fierce  rebellion  and 
to  march  with  banners  flying  to  the  divorce 
court.  Sentiment  counts  for  nothing,  duty 
counts  for  nothing,  but  the  dastard  who  lays 
his  impious  hands  upon  our  comforts  need  ex- 
pect mercy  neither  upon  earth  nor  in  heaven. 


But  Mrs.  Austin  goes  further  than  this. 
She  says  that  no  young  couple  should  be  al- 
lowed to  marry  until  they  have  appeared  be- 
fore a  commission  "of  married  people  and 
having  more  women  than  men" — presumably 
appointed  by  the  ward  boss — in  order  to  be 
questioned.  Thus  the  commissioners  would 
say,  "Do  you  know  that  John's  father  died 
in  a  lunatic  asylum,  or  that  he  had  two  feeble- 
minded brothers?"  And  John  would  be  asked, 
"Do  you  know  that  Sallie's  family  has  a 
tendency  to  tuberculosis  ?"  But  why  stop 
there?  Why  not  make  the  revelations  com 
plete?  What  will  Sallie  say  three  months 
after  marriage  if  she  should  discover  that 
John's  grandfather  was  a  Democrat,  or  a 
clergyman,  that  his  maiden  aunt  on  his 
mother's  side  was  suspected  of  voting  for  Mr. 
Roosevelt,  or  that  the  family  once  owned  a 
dog  with  the  itch.  Think  how  badly-  she  would 
feel  when  she  realizes  that  the  Commission  of 
Married  People  Mostly  Women  probably  knew 
these  facts,  were  aware  of  the  taint,  and  hid 
them  from  her  blushing  and  unsuspecting  in- 
nocence? And  what  would  John  say  when  he 
discovers — and  he  is  bound  to  find  it  out — 
that  Sallie's  bewitching  and  supple  form  was 
once  exposed  for  sale  in  a  shop  window  on 
Market  Street,  and  that  her  debt  to  art  is  so 
much  greater  than  her  debt  to  nature?  Will 
you  be  able  to  persuade  him  that  the  married 
women  on  t  .at  commission  were  unaware  of 
those  facts.'  Their  clairvoyant  vision  must 
have  penetrated  into  the  very  recesses  of 
Sallie's  :  ire  in  an.  instant.  They  knew  at 
e  whether  Sallie  was  actually  the 
II  round  or  only  seemed  to  be  so. 


They  knew  in  a  moment  which  was  the  made 
land,  how  much  of  the  landscape  was  due  to 
reclamation,  erosion,  and  attrition,  and  the 
reality  of  the  bays,  promontories,  and  estuaries 
that  united  into  such  a  bewitching  unity.  And 
thev  never  told  him. 


What  fun  it  would  be  if  we  could  only  pass 
a  law  requiring  a  verbatim  and  published  re- 
port of  all  women's  meetings  devoted  to  the 
reform  of  the  world  or  any  part  of  it.  Some- 
times we  get  an  ecstatic  glance,  as  in  the 
above  instance,  but  why  should  we  not  have  it 
all.  It  is  a  sad  and  sorrowful  world  at  the 
best,  and  it  seems  hardly  less  than  a  crime  to 
suppress  anything  so  whole-heartedly  funny. 


SCANDALOUS. 

Our  womenkind  in  days  of  yore — 
A  score  of  petticoats  they  wore 
And  bulged  out  in  a  frightful  way — 
A   huge   circumference,    they   say. 
Since  then,  with  every  passing  year, 
They've  gone  about  with  less,  I  hear. 
In  great  alarm  on  yesterday 
I  saw  them  trouping  from  the  play — 
I  hope  some  one  is  keeping  score, 
They've  only  got  one  layer  more! 

— Allen  Ray,   in  Life. 


With  a  feeling  of  pained  indignation  we 
learn  that  even  Philadelphia  has  been  in- 
vaded by  the  thug  dances  and  that  the  society 
of  the  Quaker  City  has  been  reft  in  twain 
thereby.  Mrs.  William  West  Frazier  was  the 
first  to  sound  the  tocsin  of  revolt  against  the 
turkey  trot,  the  jelly  roll,  the  hookworm 
wiggle,  and  those  other  choice  and  delicate 
amusements  by  which  the  classes  seek  to  show 
their  superiority  to  the  masses.  But  Mrs. 
Frazier  has  been  routed,  horse,  foot,  and 
artillery.  She  retires  in  disorder  from  the 
field,  and  presumably  Philadelphia  will  con- 
tinue yet  a  while  to  writhe  and  twist  in 
those  imitative  contortions  that  can  not  prop- 
erly be  stigmatized  without  contaminating  the 
purity  of  the  United  States  mail. 

There  is  one  decidedly  curious  feature 
about  modern  society.  It  is  always  on  pose 
before  the  public.  It  is  always  sending  forth 
impassioned  entreaties  to  be  looked  at.  It 
does  nothing  without  a  careful  selection  of 
the  middle  of  the  stage  and  a  few  premoni- 
tory drum  beats  to  warn  the  proletariat  into 
attention.  Now  if  Mrs.  Frazier  was  so 
anxious  to  stop  the  displays  of  indecency  in 
Philadelphia  drawing-rooms  she  could  have 
done  her  share  to  that  end  in  a  dozen  un- 
obtrusive ways,  such  as  a  little  quiet  vigi- 
lance in  her  own  drawing-room  and  private 
remonstrances  elsewhere.  But  instead  of 
this  she  calls  a  meeting  and  every  news- 
paper in  Philadelphia  is  informed  of  the  fact. 
Then  Mrs.  Stotesbury  arranges  her  drapery 
and  prepares  for  a  like  publicity.  Mrs. 
Stotesbury  declines  to  attend  the  meeting  and 
then  places  herself  in  telephone  communica- 
tion with  all  the  newspapers,  informs  them 
that  she  will  not  attend  the  meeting,  and 
explains  her  reasons.  It  seems  that  some  of 
Mrs.  Stotesbury 's  guests  have  turkey-trotted, 
jelly-rolled,  and  hookworm-wiggled,  and  that 
to  attend  a  meeting  of  protest  would  be 
equivalent  to  censure  of  her  own  guests. 

Now  that  is  all  very  well  so  far  as  it  goes, 
but  why  the  publicity  ?  What  does  the  public 
care  about  all  this  nastiness  ?  Why  should  it 
be  supposed  that  the  community  at  large  is 
interested  in  the  vulgarities  of  society  or  in 
the  particular  forms  of  misbehavior  in  which 
the  socially  elect  may  be  pleased  to  indulge? 
The  spectacle  of  two  society  ladies  bleating 
and  clamoring  at  the  telephone  in  their  ef- 
forts to  persuade  the  public  to  look  at  them 
is  by  no  means  an  edifying  one.  The  public 
does  not  wish  to  look  at  them.  The  public 
does  not  wish  to  be  sick. 


Just  before  the  fall  of  the  curtain  at  the  end 
of  the  opera  "Don  Juan"  at  the  Opera 
Comique  in  Paris  a  spectator  in  the  stalls  fell 
off  his  seat.  The  humor  of  the  incident  so 
tickled  one  of  the  principal  actresses  on  the 
stage  that  she  went  off  into  peals  of  laughter. 
Her  example  was  so  infectious  that  one  by 
one  each  of  the  singers  began  to  laugh  in  turn 
until  all  were  incapable  with  mirth.  Then 
the  audience  began  to  laugh,  too,  with  the 
result  that  the  curtain  had  to  be  lowered  be- 
fore the  end  of  the  opera  had  been  reached. 


Speaking  at  a  meeting  of  the  Royal  Asiatic 
Society  a  few  weeks  ago  Lord  Harris  said 
that  Lord  Lawrence,  governor-general  of  In- 
dia, was  so  absent-minded  in  matters  of  ex- 
ternal display  that  when  the  Kohinoor  dia- 
mond, now  among  the  crown  jewels,  came 
into  his  hands  for  transmission  to  Queen  Vic- 
toria after  the  annexation  of  the  Punjab  in 
1849,  he  kept  it  for  six  weeks  in  his  waist- 
coat pocket,  having  forgotten  all  about  it  and 
only  discovered  it  there  by  accident. 
■ ■«♦*■ 

It's  going  to  cost  $5  to  occupy  a  front  row 
orchestra  seat  to  see  Gaby  Deslys  during  her 
coming  tour,  according  to  the  Shuberts.  The 
regular  prices  are  to  prevail,  with  the  excep- 
tion of  the  first  row.  But  the  theatre-goers 
who  spend  $5  for  their  seats  will  have  some- 
thing tangible  to  show  for  it.  Their  seat 
check  will  be  of  metal,  gold  plated,  and  on 
the  back  of  it  will  be  a  picture  of  the  actress. 
Mile.  Deslys  begins  her  tour  in  Trenton,  New 
Jersey,  this  week. 


The  Reasons  Why 

San  Francisco 
"Overland  Limited" 

Via  Ogden  Route 

Is  the  train  to 
travel  on— 


It  is  of  the  highest  class,  complete  in 
every  detail  of  equipment  and  ser- 
vice, with  its  tracks  protected  by 
an  Automatic  Electric  Block  Signal 
System  costing  millions. 

Its  route  across  the  High  Sierras  is 
continuously  and  charmingly  pic- 
turesque. From  foothills  set  with 
vineyards,  orchards  and  flowers,  it 
follows  the  romantic  trail  of  the 
'49ers — through  Cape  Horn,  Dutch 
Flat,  Gold  Run  and  Emigrant 
Gap.  The  views  into  the  Gorge 
of  the  American  River,  and  of 
Donner  Lake  and  surroundings 
at  the  snow-capped  Summit,  are 
superb. 

Through  the  beautiful  Canyon  of  the 
Truckee  River  it  enters  Nevada — 
a  region  delightful  in  its  vistas 
of  serrated  mountain  ranges,  vast 
basins  and  cultivated  valleys.  In 
the  fertile  Valley  of  the  Humboldt 
River  the  results  of  regulated  irri- 
gation are  realized.  Skirting  the 
Great  American  Desert  you  pass 
into  Utah  and  cross  the  Great  Salt 
Lake  over  the  Lucin  Cut-Off — one 
of  the  engineering  feats  of  the  age. 

It  reaches  Chicago  in  68  hours,  and 
its  morning  arrival  enables  you  to 
make  connections  with  the  after- 
noon 18-hour  trains  to  New  York. 


Union  Pacific 

San  Francisco— 42  Powell  Street     Phone  Sutter  2M0 

Southern  Pacific 

SAN  FRANCISCO :   Flood  Building      Palace  Hotel      Ferry  Station      Phone 
Third  and  Townsend  Streets       Phone  Kearny  ISO 
OAKLAND:    Broadway  and  Thirteenth       Phone  Oakland  162 
Sixteenth  Street  Station       Phone  Oakland  146S 


November  30,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


369 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise 


A  military  man  laughed  at  a  timid  little 
woman  because  she  was  alarmed  at  the  noise 
of  a  cannon  when  a  salute  was  fired.  He 
subsequently  married  that  timid  woman,  and 
six  months  afterwards  he  took  off  his  boots 
in  the  hall  when  he  came  in  late  at  night. 


Le  Fanu,  in  his  "Seventy  Years  of  Irish 
Life,"  tells  of  a  peasant  who  said  to  a  gentle- 
man: "My  poor  father  died  last  night,  your 
honor."  "I'm  sorry  for  that,  now,"  answers 
the  other,  "and  what  doctor  attended  him?" 
"Ah !  my  poor  father  wouldn't  have  a  doctor ; 
he  always  said  he'd  like  to  die  a  natural 
death." 


Owen  Wister,  the  novelist,  receives  many 
charming  compliments,  but  he  was  rather 
taken  aback  at  a  dinner  by  the  flattery  of  a 
girl  next  to  whom  he  was  seated.  Smiling  at 
him  coquettishly,  she  said,  as  she  twirled  the 
stem  of  her  glass:  "It's  so  nice  to  meet 
famous  people.  And  now  do  tell  me  how 
you  came  to  invent  that  lovely  sauce,  Mr. 
Worcester  ?" 


The  father's  little  boy  had  a  goat.  While 
this  father  was  entertaining  some  guests  in 
the  drawing-room  the  boy  dragged  the  goat 
through  the  door  and  the  animal  immediately 
butted  over  and  smashed  a  huge  and  expen- 
sive vase  of  enamel.  "Willie,"  said  the 
father,  sternly,  "how  often  have  I  told  you 
never  to  bring  that  goat  into  the  drawing- 
room?  If  you  will  have  it  in  the  house,  I  in- 
sist that  it  be  confined  strictly  to  the  sitting- 
room,    dining-room,    and   library." 


In  the  Ardlamont  case,  Mr.  Cormie  Thom- 
son objected  to  certain  evidence  on  the  ground 
that  it  was  inadmissible,  and  supported  his 
contention  from  Macdonald's  "Criminal  Law," 
the  judge's  own  work.  A  similar  incident  oc- 
curred once  before  Mr.  Justice  Byles,  who, 
upon  his  own  celebrated  treatise,  "Byles  on 
Bills,"  being  cited  by  counsel,  remarked : 
"Does  the  learned  author  give  any  authority 
for  that  statement?  I  ask,  because  I  know 
him   well,   and  he   is   not   always   to  be   relied 


It  was  a  party  of  visitors  seeing  the  sights 
in  Pittsburgh,  that  finally  entered  the  con- 
servatory presented  to  the  city  by  Mr.  Phipps. 
The  curator,  while  showing  them  around,  was 
called  away  on  business  and  left  the  visitors 
in  charge  of  one  of  the  clerks.  They  came  to 
a  beautiful  statue  which  was  admired  im- 
mensely. It  was  of  translucent  marble.  He 
pointed  out  the  excellences  of  the  statue,  told 
the  name  of  the  sculptor  and  showed  it  from 
every  viewpoint.  One  asked :  "Alabaster, 
isn't  it?"     "No,"  he  said,  "Venus." 


Bishop  M.  S.  Lewis  of  Foo  Chow,  urging 
recognition  of  the  Chinese  republic  recentl> 
told  a  story  illustrative  of  Chinese  unworldli- 
ness.  "A  gentleman,"  he  said,  "entered  a  Chi- 
nese shop  to  purchase  tea.  He  found,  to  his 
amazement,  that  five  pounds  of  a  certain  tea 
cost  $2.50,  while  ten  pounds  of  the  same 
brand  cost  $7.50.  The  gentleman  ridiculed 
these  illogical  prices,  but  the  shopkeeper,  on 
the  contrary,  insisted  that  he  was  acting  in  a 
perfectly  logical  way.  As  he  put  it:  'More 
buy,    more   rich — more   rich,   more   can   pay.'  " 


He  was  a  raw  recruit,  just  enrolled  in  a 
crack  cavalry  regiment  and  paying  his  first 
visit  to  the  riding  school.  "  'Ere's  yer  'orse," 
cried  the  instructor.  The  recruit  advanced, 
took  the  bridle  gingerly,  and  examined  his 
mount  with  great  care.  "What's  it  got  this 
strap  round  it  for?"  he  said,  pointing  to  the 
girth.  "Well,"  explained  the  instructor,  "you 
see,  all  our  'orses  'ave  a  keen  sense  of  'umor, 
an'  as  they  sometimes  'ave  sudden  fits  of 
laughter  when  they  see  the  recruits,  we  put 
them  bands  round  'cm  to  keep  'em  from 
bustin'  their  sides  !" 


The  remark  made  on  a  prolix  Scotch  coun- 
sel, when  some  one  observed  that  he  was 
"surely  wasting  a  great  deal  of  time,"  is 
among  the  wittiest  of  bar  anecdotes:  "Time! 
He  has  long  exhausted  time,  and  has  en- 
croached upon  eternity  !"  It  is  seldom,  to  do 
the  judges  justice,  that  they  encourage  this 
failing  in  counsel ;  but  in  Cockburn's  "Me- 
moirs" we  are  told  how  a  dull  and  common- 
place advocate  was  almost  frightened  out  of 
his  wits  by  an  observation  of  Lord  Meadow- 
bank  (who  thought  his  style  undignified)  : 
"Declaim,  sir;  why  don't  you  declaim?  Speak 
to  me  as  if  I  were  a  popular  assembly." 


He  had  just  returned  from  his  summer  holi- 
day and  was  telling  a  friend  of  his  all  about 
it.  "Yes,"  he  was  saying  airily,  "I've  been 
over  to  France.  I  had  a  fine  time,  and — I 
must  tell  you — I  saw  a  duel !"  "Oh !"  said 
his  friend,  scornfully.  "One  of  those  French 
duels,  eh?  I  don't  suppose  anybody  was  hurt 
very  much.  Those  French  duels  are  stupid 
affairs."  "You're  quite  wrong!"  replied  the 
other.  "One  of  the  combatants  was  seriously 
injured.  He  had  a  rib  broken."  "Rib  broken  ! 
A  nat,   with   one  of  those   little  toy   rapiers?" 


"Rapiers  ?"  asked  the  man  who  had  come 
from  France.  "Who  said  rapiers?  The  brave 
man's  rib  was  broken  in  the  embrace  of  his 
opponent  when  the  duel  was  over !" 


A  keen-eyed  but  obviously  scantily  edu- 
cated mountaineer  led  his  overgrown  son  into 
a  country  schoolhouse.  "This  here  boy's  arter 
larnin',"  he  announced.  "What's  yer  bill  o' 
fare?"  "Our  curriculum,  sir,"  corrected  the 
schoolmaster,  "embraces  geography,  physiol- 
ogy,    arithmetic,     algebra,     trigonometry " 

"That'll  do,"  interrupted  the  father.  "That'll 
do.  Load  him  up  heavy  with  trigernometry. 
He's  the  only  poor  shot  in  the  family." 


Frank  Lockwood,  an  English  counsel  of 
whom  many  stories  are  told,  was  once  defend- 
ing a  man  at  York  who  was  accused  of  steal- 
ing cattle — "beasts,"  they  call  them  there. 
"Now,  my  man,"  said  Lockwood,  "you  say 
that  you  saw  thus  and  so  ;  how  far  can  you 
see  a  beast  to  know  it?"  "Just  as  far  off  as 
I  am  from  you,"  promptly  returned  the  wit- 
ness. In  another  case  a  thief  showed  both 
wit  and  some  logic.  He  had  been  convicted 
of  stealing  a  horse.  "Yours  is  a  very  serious 
offense,"  said  the  judge,  sternly  ;  "fifty  years 
ago  it  was  a  hanging  matter."  "Well,"  replied 
the  prisoner,  "and  fifty  years  hence  it  mayn't 
be  a  crime  at  all." 


When  the  new  minister,  a  handsome  and 
unmarried  man,  made  his  first  pastoral  call  at 
the  Fosdicks  he  took  little  Anna  up  in  his 
arms  and  tried  to  kiss  her.  But  the  child  re- 
fused to  be  kissed ;  she  struggled  loose  and 
ran  off  into  the  next  room,  where  her  mother 
was  putting  a  few  finishing  touches  to  her 
adornment  before  going  into  the  drawing- 
room  to  greet  the  clergyman.  "Mamma,"  the 
little  girl  whispered,  "the  man  in  the  drawing- 
room  wanted  me  to  kiss  him."  "Well,"  re- 
plied mamma,  "why  didn't  you  let  him?  I 
would  if  I  were  you."  Thereupon  Anna  ran 
back  into  the  drawing-room,  and  the  minister 
asked:  "Well,  little  lady,  won't  you  kiss  me 
now?"  "No,  I  won't,"  replied  Anna  promptly, 
"but  mamma  says  she  will." 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

Today. 
Sure,  this  world  is  full  of  trouble — 

I  aint  said  it  aint. 
Lord,  I've  had  enough  and  double 

Reason  for  complaint. 
Rain  an*  slorm  have  come  to  fret  me, 

Skies  were  often  gray; 
Thorns  an"  brambles  have  beset  me 

On  the  road — but,   say, 

Aint  it  fine  today! 

What's  the  use  of  always  weepin', 

Makin'   trouble  last? 
What's  the  use  of  always  keepin' 

Thinkin'  of  the  past? 
Each  must  have  his  tribulation — 

Water  with   his   wine. 
Life  it  aint  no  celebration. 

Trouble,   I've  had  mine — 

But  today  is  fine. 

It's  today  that  I  am  livin', 

Not  a  month  ago. 
Havin*,  losin',   takin',  givin', 

As  time  wills  it  so. 
Yesterday  a  cloud  of  sorrow 

Fell  across  the  way; 
It  may  rain  again  tomorrow, 

It  may   rain — but  say, 

Aint  it  fine  today! 

— Douglas  Malloch. 


Left  in  the  Motor's  Trail. 
A  buzz,   a   whir,    a   cloud   of  dust, 

A  wild,  blood-curdling  yell; 

A  ghastly  object  flashing  by. 

Then  silence — and  a  smell. 

— Milwaukee   Journal. 


A  Promising  Young  Man, 
When  young  Jimmy  Jinks  moved  to  Fla., 
From  eight  different  neighbors  be  ba. 
Ten-dollar  bill. 
They  think  now  he  will 
(When  he  dies)  move  to  climes  even  ta. 

— Lippincotfs  Magazine. 


The  Proud  Fly. 
The  Fly  looked  around  at  her  progeny 

As  they  swarmed  up  the  walls  and  stairs, 
And  proudly  smiled,  "Well,  it  seems  to  me 
That  I  am  a  sort  of  Carne-gie, 

For  I  rank  with  the  million-heirs!" 

— Harper's  Weekly. 


Renunciation. 

HIS     LETTER. 

"Dear    Madge — Of    course    you've    noticed    by    the 
papers 

That  I've  eschewed  the  joys  of  single  life; 
Renouncing  all   my   former  merry-  capers, 

I  shortly  take  unto  myself  a  wife. 
My  stage-door  days,  I  feel,  have  found  an  ending — 

Most  circumspect,  from  now,  must  be  my  lot; 
But,   as  you   see,    for   old   sake's  sake   I'm  sending 

An  au   revoir — and  this   forget-me-not." 

HER    LETTER. 

"Dear    Jim — Accept    a    friend's    congratulations. 

I  hope  your  luck  will  be  the  bestest  yet, 
Although  I  fear  you'll  miss  your  old  flirtations, 

Unless  you've  changed  a  lot  since  last  we  met. 
Be  good  to  her — and,  ere  this  letter  closes, 

One  friendly  word — it's  quite  the  best  I've  got — 
Your  marriage,  Jim,  will  not  be  strewn  with  roses, 

Unless   the   tie's    a    real    forget-me-knot." 

— Stanley    Qutn,   in   Judge. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

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Pald-Un  Capital $  4.000.000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Proliits I.Tim.ixhi 

Total  Resources 40,000.000 

Officer: 

Herbert  Fleishhacker Pre>U]pnt 

Sig.  Gbeenebaum Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodge Vice-President 

Jos.  Friedlander Vice- President 

C.  F.  Hi-NT Vice-President 

R.  Altschll Cashier 

C.  R.  Parker.  Assistant  Cashier    Wm.  II. High.  Assistant  Cashier 

H.  Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G.R.liLKDiCK,  Assistant  Cashier 

A.  L.  Langekma>\  Secretary 


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OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E,  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Stj. 

Capital.  Surplm  and  Undivided  Profit*  ...$11 ,070.803.23 

Depodu 30. 1 04.366.00 

Total  Resources 49,415,266.1  1 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst  Cashier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

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joseph  sloss  henry  eosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.   flood 

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wm.  f.  herein  a.  h.  payson 

john  c.  kirkpatrick  chas.  j.  deering 

i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james   k.   wilson 

a.  christeson  f.  l.  lipman 

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November  30,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the  following  department: 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Lorraine  Brooks  and  Mr. 
Frederick  Willard  Spcrry  took  place  last  week  at 
the  home  on  Vallejo  Street  of  the  bride's  parents, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  \V.  Brooks.  Mr.  Sperry  is 
the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Sperry  and  a 
brother  of  Mrs.  Arnold  Dosch  of  New  York. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sperry  have  gone  to  Klamath  to 
reside. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Mary  Hale  Cunningham 
and  Mr.  Murray  Sargent  will  take  place  January 
18  in  St.  Thomas's  Church  in  New  York.  Miss 
Cunningham  is  a  daughter  of  Mrs.  James  Cun- 
ningham and  a  sister  of  the  Misses  Sara  and 
Elizabeth  Cunningham.  Among  her  bridesmaids 
will  be  her  cousins,  the  Misses  Evelyn  and  Gene- 
vieve Cunningham,  daughters  of  Mrs.  James 
Athearn   Folger  of  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  entertained 
one  hundred  young  people  at  a  dance  Wednesday 
evening  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel.  The  affair  was 
complimentary  to  the  Misses  Sophie  Beylard,  Mar- 
garet Nichols,  and  Helen  Garritt,  three  of  the  sea- 
son's debutantes- 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Homer  S.  King  gave  a  dinner 
Tuesday  evening  at  their  home  on  Broadway. 

Miss  Dora  Winn  was  hostess  Tuesday  evening 
at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  her  house  guest,  Miss 
Gertrude  Greely,  of  Washington,  D.  C. 

Miss  Greely  was  the  complimented  guest  at  a 
dinner  given   last   week  by   Miss   Cora   Smith. 

Miss  Margaret  Holmes  entertained  a  number  of 
friends  at  a  tea  at  the  Bellevue  Hotel  in  honor 
of  Miss   Greely. 

Mrs.  Joseph  D.  Grant  gave  a  bridge-tea  last 
week  at  her  home  on  Broadway. 

Mrs.  James  Potter  Langhorne  was  hostess  at  a 
luncheon   in  honor  of  Mrs.   David   Sellars. 

Mrs.  Crawford  W.  Clarke  entertained  fifteen 
young  people  at  a  luncheon  at  the  Francisca  Club 
in  honor  of  her  granddaughter,  Miss  Mildred 
Baldwin,  and   Miss   Kate  Peterson. 

Mrs.  William  R.  Wheeler  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
Saturday  at  the  Palace  Hotel,  complimentary  to 
Miss  Helen  Leavitt,  who  has  recently  announced 
her  engagement  to  Dr.  James  Eaves. 

Mrs.  Wheeler  entertained  a  number  of  friends 
at  a  tea  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Herbert  C.  Hoover  of 
London. 

Mrs.  C.  O.  G.  Miller  was  hostess  at  a  bridge-tea 
at  her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  Mayme  McXutt  Potter  gave  a  dinner  Thurs- 
day evening  preceding  the  ball  given  at  the  Pre- 
sidio by  Captain  Martin  Crimmins,  U.  S.  A,  and 
Mrs.  Crimmins,  who  entertained  in  honor  of  Sir 
Thomas  Lipton. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  G.  H.  Mendell,  Jr.,  gave  a  dinner 
Thursday  evening  preceding  the  balk 

Miss  Marian  Xewball  was  hostess  recently  at  a 
luncheon  complimentary  to  Miss  Marguerite  Doe. 
Miss  Evelyn  Van  Winkle  gave  a  matinee  party 
Wednesday  and  later  entertained  her  guests  at  a 
tea  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis.  The  affair  was  in 
honor  of  Miss  Corona  Williams. 

Mr.  Thornwell  Mullally  was  host  at  a  dinner 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  and  entertained  sixteen 
guests. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  Greenebaum  gave  a  supper 
party  Tuesday  evening  in  honor  of  Sir  Thomas 
Lipton. 

Mrs.  Thomas  P.  Bishop  was  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon at  her  home  on  Buchanan   Street. 

Mrs.  Henry  A.  Campbell  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  a  tea  complimentary  to  Miss  Nina 
Curry. 

.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Sesnon  gave  a  dinner 
this  week  in  honor  of  Monsieur  and  Madame 
Freitas  of  Portugal. 

Miss  Gertrude  Thomas  has  issued  invitations  to 
a  luncheon  Tuesdav,  December  3,  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mrs.  Alexander  Keyes  will  be  hostess  at  a  lunch- 
eon Tuesday,  December  10,  at  the  Francisca  Club 
in    honor  of    Miss    Henriette    Blanding. 

Mrs.  Robert  Postlethwaite  has  issued  invitations 
to  a  tea  Tuesday,  December  10,  complimentary  to 
Miss  Madge  Wilson  and  Miss  Katiebel  McGregor. 
Mrs.  A.  P.  Hotaling  will  give  a  dance  Tuesday 
evening,  December  17,  in  honor  of  Miss  Phyllis 
de   Young. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Silas  Palmer  have  issued  invita- 
tions to  a  dinner  Friday  evening,  December  20, 
in    honor  of  Miss  Henriette  Blanding. 

Captain  Lawrence  B.  Simonds,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mr;.  Simonds  entertained  a  number  of  friends  at 
a  reception  at  their  home  in  the  Presidio. 

Captain  George  Bell,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Bell 
gave  a  dinner  last  week  at  their  home  in  the  Pre- 
sidio. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt,  Jr.,  gave  a  din- 
ner Thursday  evening  at  their  home  on  California 
Street. 

Mrs.  Howard  Morrow  will  be  hostess  today  at 
a  bridge-tea  at  her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  J.  Leroy  Nickel  will  formally  present  her 
daughter.  Miss  Beatrice  Nickel,  to  society  at  a  tea 


Thursday,    December    19,    at  her  home   on  Laguna 
Street. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to   and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard  and  Miss  Ruth 
Winslow  left  Wednesday  for  New  York  en  route 
to  Europe,  where  they  will  remain  for  a  year. 
They  were  accompanied  by  Miss  Marion  Zeile,  who 
will  meet  her  sister,  Miss  Ruth  Zeile,  in  New 
York.  The  Misses  Zeile  will  spend  the  holidays 
in  Paris  with  their  aunt,    Mrs.   James  Freeborn. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Chesebrough  have  returned 
from  a  visit  in  Southern   California. 

Mrs.  Milo  M.  Potter  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Nina  Joues,  have  been  spending  the  past  week 
at  the  Palace  Hotel.  They  returned  Wednesday 
to   Santa  Barbara. 

Mrs.  George  J.  Bucknell  has  gone  to  Santa 
Monica  to  visit  her  sister,  Mrs.  John  P.  Jones. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    William    Lawrence    Breeze    have 
returned  to  their  home  in  San  Mateo,  after  having 
spent  the  summer  in  the  East- 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Garrett  McEnerney  have  returned 
from  Europe. 

Mrs.  George  Barr  Baker  arrived  last  week  from 
New  York  and  is  the  guest  of  her  son  and  daugh- 
ter-in-law. Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  Parmer  Fuller,  Jr. 
Mrs.  Kate  Stowe  Ealand  of  Santa  Barbara  is 
isiting  friends  in  this  city. 
Mr.  Oscar  Beatty  has  returned  from  Europe  and 
has  joined  Mrs.  Beatty  at  their  home  in  Wood- 
side. 

Mrs.  Colin  M.  Boyd  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in  the  East. 

Monsieur  and  Madame  Freitas  of  Lisbon,  Portu- 
gal, have  been  spending  a  few  days  in  this  city  en 
route  to  Tokyo,  where  Monsieur  Freitas  has  been 
appointed  ambassador  for  Portugal. 

Miss  Esther  Denny  left  Wednesday  for  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  where  she  will  spend  the  winter. 

Dr.  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  and  Mrs.  Brodie  have 
gone  to  Santa  Barbara  to  spend  a  few  weeks 
at  their   country  home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Timothy  Hopkins  and  Miss  Lydia 
Hopkins  expect  to  come  to  town  after  the  holidays 
to  spend  three  months. 

Mrs.  Frederick  J.  V.  Skiff  left  last  week  for 
the  East  and  is  at  present  visiting  friends  in  Chi- 
cago. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Sloat  Fassett  of  Elmira,  New 
York,  and  their  daughter,  Miss  Jennie  Fassett, 
have  been  spending  the  past  week  in  this  city. 
They  will  leave  tomorrow  for  a  tour  of  the  world, 
and  will  be  accompanied  by  Judge  W.  C.  Van 
Fleet,  Mrs.  Van  Fleet,  Mr.  William  Carey  Van 
Fleet,  and  Miss  Starr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Aimer  Newhall  have  closed 
their  home  in  Burlingame  and  are  occupying  their 
residence  on  Pacific  Avenue- 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Daniel  T.  Murphy  have  returned 
from  Eurlingame  and  are  established  for  the  win- 
ter in  their  home  on  Van  Ness  Avenue. 

Judge  Frank  Kerrigan  and  Mrs.  Kerrigan  have 
returned    from    a  visit   in   Fresno. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  R.  Wheeler  are  established 
for  the  winter  at  the  Palace  Hotel.  They  have 
rented  their  home  on  Pacific  Averrue  to  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Herbert  C.  Hoover  of  London. 

Yiscomte  Phillippe  de  Tristan  and  Viscomtesse 
de  Tristan  have  arrived  from  their  home  in  Paris 
and  will  spend  several  months  in  San  Mateo. 
Viscomtesse  de  Tristan  was  formerly  Miss  Jose- 
phine de   Guigne. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  (formerly 
Miss  Innes  Keeney)  are  expected  home  next  week 
from  Southern  California.  After  a  few  days'  visit 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel,  they  will  leave  for  Canada, 
returning  home  to  spend  the  holidays. 

Dr.  Washington  Gladden  of  Columbus,  Ohio,  has 
been  spending  a  few  days  at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  has  gone  to  San  Luis  Obispo 
County  to  visit  Miss  Edith  von  Schroder.  Mrs. 
Jadwin  has  recently  recovered  from  an  attack  of 
typhoid  fever. 

Mrs.  James  K.  Armsby  has  gone  East  for  a 
brief   visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Gaillard  Smart  of  Hono- 
lulu have  returned  from  Virginia,  where  they  have 
been  visiting  Mr.  Smart's  relatives.  Mrs.  Smart, 
who  was  formerly  Miss  Thelma  Parker,  is  the 
daughter  of  Mrs.  Frederick  Knight  of  this  city. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  Osgood  Hooker  will  leave  tomor- 
row for  New  York  to  spend  the  holidays  with  their 
son,  Mr.  Osgood  Hooker,  Jr.,  who  is  attending  a 
preparatory  school  in  the  East. 

Mrs.  O.  Alexander  of  Los  Gatos  is  spending  the 
winter  with  her  daughter-in-law,  Mrs.  Charles  O. 
Alexander. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  A,  Brown,  accompanied  by 
Mrs.  Stone,  Mrs.  Brown's  mother,  are  at  Hotel 
del  Coronado.  The  party  is  en  route  to  Hono- 
lulu, but  will  remain  at  Coronado  until  after  the 
holidays. 

Miss  Sadie  Murray  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in  Honolulu. 

Mrs.  Gilbert  Brook  Perkins,  with  her  little  daugh- 
ter, has  arrived  from  the  East  and  will  spend  the 
holidays  with  her  mother,  Mrs.   M.  A.  Huntington. 
Mrs.    Hope  Glenn    and    Miss  Nancy   Glenn   spent 
Thanksgiving  with  their  relatives  in  Colusa  County. 


rnWfo^        Our  Holiday  Pack 

[gffi  ^^  ^  Is  the  most  attractive  ever  offered 
in  this  country.  Beautiful,  artistic, 
fancy  containers.  $2.50  to  $15 
the  box. 

Pig  &   Whistle  candies    are    the 

finest    you    can    buy,    and    they 

make  a  charming 

gift  at  this  season. 

PIG  &  WHISTLE,  130  Post  Street 


Mrs.  Beverly  MacMonagle  and  her  son,  Mr. 
Douglas  MacMonagle,  have  gone  to  Santa  Barbara, 
where  Mr.  MacMonagle  is  recuperating  from  his 
recent  attack   of  appendicitis. 

Mrs.  Charles  Cooke  and  sister,  Miss  A  M.  Joy, 
from  San  Francisco,  are  at  Hotel  del  Coronado. 

Mrs.  W.  E.  Morris  of  San  Francisco  is  a  re- 
cent arrival   at  Hotel  del    Coronado. 

A  party  of  motorists  composed  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
William  Sell,  Jr.,  and  Miss  Anna  Jorgensen  of 
Piedmont  have  arrived  at  Hotel  del  Coronado. 

Mrs.  C.  H.  Holbrook,  Mrs.  D.  Holbrook  Hare, 
and  Mrs.  Margaret  Lees  have  left  Paris  and  were 
at  Monte  Carlo  when  last  heard  from.  They  will 
spend  part  of  the  winter  in   Egypt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Abraham  Lincoln  Brown,  with 
Mr.  A.  J.  Lowenberg,  have  returned  from  an  ex- 
tended   European   tour. 

Lieutenant  Keith  Sumner  Gregory,  U.  S.  A., 
and  Mrs.  Gregory  and  Mrs.  J.  Mason  have  gone 
to  San  Diego  to  remain  two  months. 

Major  Thomas  O.  Ashburne,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Ashburne  have  returned  from  the  East  and  are  sta- 
tioned at  Angel  Island. 

Major  Haldimand  Putnam  Young,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Young  are  residing  at  the  Hotel  Richelieu. 

Mrs.  J.  M.  Ellicott  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Pris- 
cilla  Ellicott,  will  arrive  tomorrow  from  Bremer- 
ton and  will  go  to  Mare  Island  to  join  Captain 
Ellicott,  U.  S.  N.,  who  will  be  stationed  at  the 
navy  yard   indefinitely. 

Colonel  Cornelius  Gardner,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Gardner  are  entertaining  Mrs.  J.  P.  Potter,  Mrs. 
Gardner's  mother,  at  their  home  in  the  Presidio. 


Baron  von  Schroeder  and  Family  to  Leave  America. 
Baron  J.  H.  von  Schroeder,  together  with 
his  wife  and  children,  will  leave  California  in 
the  spring  for  Europe,  it  being  their  inten- 
tion to  make  Germany  their  future  home. 
The  baron  is  the  possessor  of  a  large  estate 
and  residence  in  the  vicinity  of  Hamburg, 
Germany,  and  has  been  desirous  of  enjoying 
these  for  some  time. 

Baron  von  Schroeder  is  well  known  to 
Californians,  having  spent  the  last  twenty 
years  in  this  state.  The  baroness  is  the 
daughter  of  the  late  Peter  Donahue.  They 
are  large  holders  of  real  estate  in  San  Fran- 
cisco, Marin,  and  San  Luis  Obispo  counties. 
Both  the  San  Francisco  property,  being  the 
old  Union  Foundry  block  on  the  northeast 
corner  of  First  and  Mission  Streets,  and  the 
celebrated  Hotel  Rafael  at  San  Rafael,  Cali- 
fornia, will  be  sold  at  public  auction  Decem- 
ber 17.  The  sale  of  these  various  properties 
has  been  turned  over  to  A.  J.  Rich  &  Co.  of 
this  city,  who  state  that  all  will  positively  be 
auctioned  at  their  offices  on  that  date. 

*♦*■ 

The  Society  Circus- 
Preparations  are  going  on  apace  for  the 
Society  Circus  and  Horse  Show  to  be  given 
at  the  Pavilion  Rink  on  the  evenings  of 
Thursday,  Friday,  and  Saturday,  December 
5,  6,  and  7,  and  for  the  afternoon  of  Satur- 
day. This  big  event  is  for  the  benefit  of  the 
Infant  Shelter  which  is  sustained  by  no  en- 
dowment but  by  the  hard  work  of  the  ladies 
interested  therein.  The  horsemen  of  Central 
California  are  interesting  themselves  to  show 
their  equine  pets  and  all  of  the  owners  of  high- 
class  horses  in  San  Francisco  are  entering 
the  best  products  of  their  stables.  Boxes 
are  going  with  a  rush,  but  a  few  are  left 
and  may  be  obtained  by  application  to  Mrs. 
G.  H.  Umbsen,  2801  Broadway,  or  at  the 
headquarters,  516  Hotel  St.  Francis.  Seventy- 
five  dollars  buys  a  box  for  the  four  perform- 
ances, and  the  price  for  a  single  box,  if  there 
are  any  left,  is  twenty-five  dollars  for  a 
single  performance.  The  sale  of  seats  began 
at  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.'s  Friday  morning  of 
this  week. 


"Broadway  to  Paris,"  the  new  Winter  Gar- 
den show  in  New  York,  is,  as  usual,  a  fine 
display  of  pretty  girls  in  costumes  that  may 
modestly  be  referred  to  as  a  trifle  more  in- 
conspicuous than  the  sheath  skirt.  Gotham 
critics  praise  the  exhibition  of  feminine 
charms  but  find  some  incongruous  elements 
in  the  entertainment,  such  as  "the  peculiar 
art,  euphemistically  speaking,  purveyed  by 
Miss  Hoffmann."  Louis  Sherwin,  of  the 
Globe,  says :  "Three  of  these  in  particular 
are  as  lovely  little  drj'ads  as  were  ever 
dreamed  of,  and  their  graceful  posturings 
made  a  picture  to  ravish  the  senses,  also  to 
distract  one's  attention  most  mercifully  from 
the  weird  wrigglings  of  Miss  Hoffman."  Yet 
Gertrude's  name  comes  first  on  the  pro- 
gramme. 

-«♦*- 

Alice  Nielsen  was  warmly  welcomed  and 
rapturously  applauded  at  her  concert  appear- 
ances here  last  week,  not  merely  because  San 
Francisco  was  for  a  long  time  her  home,  but 
in  appreciation  of  her  voice,  her  talent,  and 
her  patient  and  sincere  study  and  effort.  Miss 
Nielsen  has  won  her  way  to  a  high  place 
among  the  great  singers  of  the  time,  and 
is  justly  entitled  to  the  praise  given  to  her. 


The  regular  Sunday  afternoon  lecture  at 
the  University  Museum  of  Anthropology,  on 
Dress  and  Adornment,  has  been  resumed  and 
will  be  given  tomorrow  for  the  next  to  the 
last  time,  as  the  exhibit  to  which  it  relates 
must  be  withdrawn  next  week.  Cars  on  route 
No.  6  leaving  the  Ferry  between  2  and  2  :30 
reach  the  Museum  in  time  for  the  lecture  at 
3  o'clock. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marshall  Wil- 
liams has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a 
daughter.  Mrs.  Williams  was  formerly  Miss 
Harriet  Allen  of  New  York. 


Makes  the  finest,  light- 
est, best  flavored  biscuit, 
hot -breads,  cake  and 
pastry.  Renders  the 
food  more  digestible 
and  wholesome. 


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That  Never-Failing  Anonymous  Contribution. 
San  Francisco,  Nov.  24,  1912. 
Editor  Argonaut:  Answering  your  appeal 
in  behalf  of  the  San  Francisco  Fruit  and 
Flower  Mission's  Thanksgiving  Day  work, 
you  will  find  with  this  a  fifty-dollar  bilk  If 
it  aids  in  bringing  a  little  sunshine  into  the 
homes  and  hearts  of  some  of  San  Francisco's 
unfortunates  the  purpose  will  have  been 
served.  Respectfully,  M.  R.-M.  F. 

November  26,    1912. 
Received  from  M.  R.-M.  F.,  per  Argonaut, 
fifty  dollars.  Virginia  Gibbs, 

Corresponding  Secretary. 


ORIGINAL 


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for 

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Pacific  Coast  Agents 

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Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

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any  City  Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cars  from  the  Ferry 

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wider  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


We  have  $100,000  to  lend  at 
5^2%*  in  sums  to  suit  on  San 
Francisco  property. 

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November  30,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


371 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"The  Quaker  Girl"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

The  story  of  "The  Quaker  Girl,"  which 
comes  to  the  Columbia  Theatre  next  Monday 
evening,  December  2,  for  an  engagement  of 
two  weeks,  with  matinees  Wednesday  and 
Saturday,  is  built  around  a  Quaker  girl  who, 
when  cast  off  by  her  own  people,  joins  an 
exiled  Bonapartist  princess  and  goes  to  Paris, 
where  she  secures  a  position  as  a  model  in  a 
dressmakers'  establishment  and  incidentally 
learns  many  things  about  the  world  from  which 
she  had  been  so  rigorously  shielded.  A  young 
American,  "Tony  from  America,"  establishes 
himself  as  her  instructor  in  the  arts  of  dancing 
and  singing  songs,  and,  incidentally,  of  love- 
making  as  well.  In  Mme.  Blum's  dressmaking 
salon  in  the  second  act  there  is  an  exhibition 
of  feminine  attire  which  records  the  very 
latest  in  every  article  of  women's  outer  wear, 
and  is  as  good  as  a  trip  to  the  fashion  centres 
of  Paris  for  the  ideas  it  gives  in  current  and 
coming  styles.  In  the  last  act,  also,  there  is 
a  gorgeous  dress  display.  It  represents  a 
grand  ball  and  the  gowns  are  as  elaborate  as 
such  a  function  requires.  The  music  of  the 
play  is  simple  and  melodic,  and  the  lyrics  are 
of  the  catchy  sort  that  sets  the  town  whistling 
and  humming  after  the  first  performance. 
The  great  waltz  song,  "Come  to  the  Ball," 
which  has  become  popular  in  London  and 
New  York,  is  one  of  the  big  hits  of  this  pro- 
duction. There  are  twenty  new  and  beauti- 
ful songs  in  the  play  and  each  one  is  a  con- 
tributor to  the  popularity  of  the  whole.  Vic- 
tor Morley  and  Natalie  Alt  head  the  com- 
pany of  one  hundred. 


Valeska  Suratt  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

One  of  America's  stage  celebrities,  Valeska 
Suratt,  will  make  her  first  local  appearance 
as  a  star  at  the  Cort  Theatre  Sunday  night 
in  "The  Kiss  Waltz,"  the  melodious  operetta 
from  the  Casino,  New  York.  Valeska  Suratt 
is  probably  the  most  discussed  stage  person 
of  the  moment.  "The  Kiss  Waltz"  is  the 
best  vehicle  she  has  yet  had  to  display  her 
talents  and  her  beauty. 

The  score  of  the  operetta  is  tuneful.  The 
piece  de  resistance  is  the  famous  waltz,  which 
is  sung,  danced,  and  whistled  throughout  the 
piece.  Other  popular  musical  numbers  are 
"Ta  Ta,  Little  Boy,"  "Jealousy,"  "Love  Is 
Like  a  Little  Rubber  Band,"  "Fan  Me  with 
a  Movement  Slow,"  and  "Elevation."  The 
score  is  the  work  of  Ziehrer,  who  wrote  "Mile- 
Mischief"  for  Fritzi  Scheff.  The  American 
book  of  the  piece  is  the  result  of  the  col- 
laboration of  Edgar  Smith  and  Mark  Swan. 
The  lyrics  are  by  Mathew  Howard.  J.  C. 
Huffman  and  William  J.  Wilson  are  respon- 
sible for  the  staging,  and  the  costumes  were 
designed  by  Melville  Ellis.  The  production, 
from  a  sartorial  standpoint,  is  declared  to  be 
magnificent,  and,  apart  from  the  star  and  the 
music,  is  responsible  for  the  great  success 
of  "The  Kiss  Waltz." 

Interest  in  the  engagement  of  "The  Kiss 
Waltz,"  which  is  for  but  one  week,  is  stirred 
by  the  fame  of  the  star  and  the  operetta,  and 
the  Cort  will  have  unquestionably  house- 
capacity  audiences  during  Valeska  Suratt's 
stay. 

The  final  performance  of  "A  Butterfly  on 
the  Wheel"  will  be  given  this  Saturday  night. 

On  Sunday  night,  December  8,  comes  "A 
Modern  Eve,"  another  famous  musical  com- 
edy, which  is  presented  by  Martin  Beck  and 
Mort  H.  Singer. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Oipheum 

The  Orpheum  for  next  week  will  have  as 
its  headline  attraction  Marden  Littlefield's 
Florentine  Sisters,  consisting  of  Helena  Mor- 
rill and  Helen  Alton,  sopranos;  Marion  Little- 
field  and  Florence  Le  Moyne,  contraltos ; 
Stefano  Pettine  and  Angelo  Liguori,  tenors, 
and  Alfred  Swinlon  and  Ernest  Armor,  bassos, 
who  will  be  heard  in  the  following  pro- 
gramme :  "Traumerei,"  Schumann ;  Medley 
of  old  Italian  airs ;  "Miserere"  from  "II 
Trovatore" ;  "La  Paloma" ;  baritone  solos 
from  "Trovatore"  and  "Faust" ;  "Annie 
Laurie."  Miss  Littlefield,  who  has  a  glorious 
contralto  voice,  is  the  star  of  the  organiza- 
tion, which  is  one  of  the  very  best  of  its  kind. 
Alfredo  Zambarano  is  musical  director,  and 
handsome  costumes  and  picturesque  scenery 
are  attractive  features. 

Adrienne  Augarde,  an  English  singing 
comedienne  who  is  immensely  popular  in  her 
own  country  and  also  in  New  York,  will  ap- 
pear in  a  one-act  comedy  by  Mrs.  Richard 
Burton,  entitled  "A  Matter  of  Duty,"  which 
illustrates  how  a  young  bride  matched  her 
wits  against  the  United  States  Custom 
Service.  Mrs.  Burton,  the  authoress  of  the 
little  comedy,  is  the  wife  of  Professor  Bur- 
ton of  the  University  of  Minnesota. 

Ed  Morton,  who  also  comes  next  week,  is  a 
singing  comedian  whose  comedy  is  new  and 
crisp.  His  songs,  most  of  them  written  by 
himself,  are  distinctive. 

The  Flying  Martins,  the  limit  for  daring 
and  speed  on  the  double  trapeze,  are  in  a 
class  by  themselves.  They  go  through  their 
act  with   celerity   and  dash. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Harry  Gilfoil 
in  "Baron  Sands" ;  George  Felix  and  the 
r'~*""y    Girls    in    "The    Boy    Next    Door";    Al 

.    id's    trained    bulldogs,     and    the    dainty 


comedienne,    Ethel    Green,    in    her   delightful 
singing  monologue. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
Without  doubt  the  most  impressive  an- 
nouncement of  its  season  is  that  made  by 
the  management  of  Pantages  Theatre  that  the 
wonderful  pictures  of  the  "Garden  of  Allah" 
will  be  shown  for  the  week  starting  Sunday, 
December  1.  The  pictures  are  guaranteed  to 
be  exclusive  and  "first  run."  They  are  gen-, 
uine  pictures  from  the  original  "Garden  of 
Allah,"  the  makers  of  which  traveled  10,000 
miles  to  the  desert  of  Sahara  to  secure  in 
motion  pictures  the  original  scenes  and  native 
characters  around  which  the  play  and  book- 
were  written.  The  result  was  that  Mr.  J.  P. 
Read  obtained  over  sixty  scenes,  many  of 
which  it  was  impossible  to  produce  in  the 
play.  The  pictures  show  the  torture  dance  of 
the  howling  dervishes,  the  snake-biting  dervish 
charmer,  the  Soudanese  triumph  dance,  the 
dance  of  the  Ould  Nails,  etc.  Menlo  Moore's 
"Stage  Door  Johnnies,"  with  dainty  little  Trix 
Oliver,  is  the  headline  act.  It  is  a  bit  of 
song,  dance,  laugh,  and  revel,  set  to  the 
"clink,"  the  "pop,"  and  the  "honk,  honk"  of 
midnight  life ;  special  scenery,  electrical  ef- 
fects, some  gorgeous  wardrobes,  and  many 
catchy  musical  numbers  are  interpolated. 
The  Maybelle  Fonda  Troupe  of  young  men 
and  women  jugglers  ;  the  Arlington  Four,  sing- 
ing and  dancing  messenger  boys ;  Howard's 
bears  and  dogs  ;  AI  Carlton,  the  "skinny  guy," 
well  known  here  for  his  fun,  are  the  other 
acts  that  go  to  make  up  one  of  the  most  ex- 
pensive vaudeville  bills  ever  offered  at  the 
Pantages. 


The  Gerville-Reache  Concerts. 

Mme.  Jeanne  Gerville-Reache,  the  star  con- 
tralto of  the  famous  Hammerstein  Opera 
Company  and  one  of  the  most  accomplished 
concert  artists  before  the  public,  will  give 
two  concerts  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium  un- 
der the  Greenbaum  management,  the  dates  be- 
ing this  Sunday  afternoon,  December  1,  and 
the  following  Sunday  afternoon,  December  S. 

The  voice  of  this  artist  is  a  genuine  con- 
tralto of  exceptional  beauty  and  range,  and 
she  uses  it  with  the  most  consummate  artistry. 
It  is  the  kind  of  singing  that  reaches  both 
the  head  and  the  heart,  and  a  Gerville-Reache 
recital  is  something  no  music  lover  can  afford 
to  miss. 

The  programmes  contain  many  works  never 
before  heard  in  this  city,  and  include  gems 
in   German,   French,  English,   and  Italian. 

At  the  first  concert  the  principal  features 
will  be  the  aria  from  Bruneau's  opera,  "The 
Attack  on  the  Mill,"  the  aria  from  Massenet's 
last  masterpiece,  "Roma,"  and  the  glorious 
aria  of  Brangaene  from  Wagner's  "Tristan 
und  Isolde." 

Complete  programmes  may  be  secured  at 
the  music  store  box-offices,  where  the  seats 
are  now  on  sale.  On  Sunday  the  box-office 
will  be  open  at  the  hall  after  ten  o'clock. 

On  Tuesday  night  Mme.  Gerville-Reache 
will  appear  before  the  St.  Francis  Musical  Art 
Society. 

■*•*■ 

Godowsky,  the  Pianist. 

Of  the  dozen  or  fifteen  piano  virtuosi  tour- 
ing America  this  season  every  single  one  of 
them  has  been  offered  to  Manager  Will  Green- 
baum for  concerts  in  this  city.  After  due  and 
careful  consideration  our  local  impresario  has 
selected  what  he  considered  the  three  greatest 
of  them. 

The  first  of  these  is  Leopold  Godowsky,  of 
whom  the  famous  Viennese  critic,  Korngold, 
said:  "His  left  hand  is  a  second  right  hand"; 
and  who  is  in  many  ways  the  most  important 
pianist  living.  No  matter  what  artist  you  ask 
about  Godowsky's  playing  and  compositions, 
you  will  always  receive  the  answer :  "Go- 
dowsky— that  man  is  a  wonder,  a  genius." 

Although  not  a  very  prolific  composer,  for 
he  has  but  little  time  to  devote  to  the  crea- 
tive side  of  his  art,  his  works,  from  a  pianistic 
standpoint,  are  the  most  important  for  the 
pianoforte  since  Liszt  and  Chopin  gave  their 
masterpieces  to  the  world. 

Godowsky  will  play  two  programmes  at  the 
Columbia  Theatre  early  in  the  new  year. 
Greenbaum  confidently  expects  a  genuine 
Paderewski  demonstration  for  this  artist,  as 
his  work  is  in  the  class  that  can  only  be  de- 
scribed by  the  word  marvelous. 
«•» 

Burr  Mcintosh,  the  artist  and  dramatic 
speaker,  will  give  his  "plain  talk"  on  the 
"Wonders  and  Beauties  of  California  and  Our 
Country"  at  the  Colonial  ball-room  of  the  St. 
Francis  Hotel  this  (Saturday)  evening  at 
8:30.  The  proceeds  are  to  be  devoted  to  the 
new  "Sunshine  and  Flower  League."  Mr. 
Mcintosh  does  more  than  give  a  delightful  en- 
tertainment, for  its  memories  are  lasting. 
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A  calendar  for  the  blind,  in  the  Braille 
type,  has  just  been  published  for  the  first 
time,  and  is  for  sale  at  the  book  stores  at  $1. 
The  proceeds  of  the  sale  will  be  given  to  the 
San  Francisco  Library  and  Reading  Room  for 

the  Blind. 

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"The  Dove  of  Peace,"  the  comic  or  other- 
wise opera  by  Walter  Damrosch  and  Wal- 
lace Irwin,  ran  thirteen  days  in  New  York. 
It  will  not  go  on  tour,  at  present,  it  is  an- 
nounced. 


Yes,  of  course  you  can 

Buy  a  cheaper  cocoa  than  Ghirardelli's 
IMPERIAL,  but  you  can  not  expect  to 
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IMPERIAL  is  a  quality  article,  the  result  of  a 
demand  from  people  who  wanted  a  little  better 
article  than  any  other  on  the  market. 

It  costs  more  to  make.  It  sells  for  a  little  more 
than  ordinary  grades.  It's  worth  the  price,  because 
it  is  the  highest  grade  you  can  buy. 

Made  by  Ghirardelli's  own  process.  Result,  a 
rich,  delicious  product  of  the  most  costly  cocoa 
beans. 

Is  quickly  and  simply  made.  Highly  nutritious, 
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Sold  by  all  best  grocers.  Yours  will 
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to  have  it  in  stock.     Say   IMPERIAL. 


Best  " Crook''  on  the  Stage. 
J.  K.  Hackett  put  on  "The  Crook,"  a  new 
play,  in  St.  Louis  last  week.  William  Marion 
Reedy's  paper,  the  Mirror,  says  of  it,  among 
other  remarks :  "Mr.  Hackett  is  too  good  an 
actor  and  manager  for  this  play,  but  it  is  in 
the  fashion.  We  are  just  crazy  about  'crooks' 
these  days.  An  old  theatre-goer  may  be  par- 
doned for  asserting  here  that  in  his  opinion 
the  best  'crook,'  the  one  worthiest  of  serious 
attention,  ever  put  upon  the  stage  was  the 
'Black  Crook.' " 


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THE  ALLEGED  HUMORISTS. 


Patron — What  took  you  so  long  with  my 
eggs?  Waiter— Pardon  the  delay,  sir;  but 
they  were  mislaid. — Judge. 

"The  fish  I  had  from  you  yesterday  wasn't 
fit  to  eat.  I  was  obliged  to  give  it  to  my 
sen-ants!" — London  Opinion. 

Mrs. — Just  think,  Henry,  we've  never  had 
a  cross  word.  He — No,  Mame.  Aint  I  the 
patient  cuss  ? — New  York  Globe. 

Mrs.  Fussy  (on  her  Urst  visit  to  Niagara 
Pails) — Oh,  Harry.  That  reminds  me  I  for- 
got to  turn  off  the  water  in  the  kitchen  sink. 
Puck. 

Smith — Has  your  son  any  fixed  habit  that 
worries  you  as  to  his  future?  Jones — Yes. 
He  fights  about  ten  rounds  every  morning 
with  the  alarm  clock. — Judge. 

Benham — There  is  a  good  deal  of  unrest  in 
the  country.  Mrs.  Benham — There  wouldn't 
be  so  much  if  wives  didn't  have  to  sit  up  for 
their  husbands. — Woman's  Writer. 

"Pa,  what  does  it  mean  when  you  say  that 
a  man  hasn't  the  courage  of  his  convictions?" 
"That  he  has  opinions,  but  isn't  willing  to 
bet  money  on  them." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

"Men  are  always  late.  I  have  waited  here 
since  seven  o'clock  for  my  husband  to  come  ; 
now  it  is  half  after  eight."  "And  when  were 
you  to  meet  him?"  "At  five  o'clock." — Lus- 
tige  Blatter. 

She — Miss  Howler  rendered  that  last  song 
rather  poorly.  You  should  hear  her  sing 
"When  the  Cows  Are  in  the  Corn."  He — I 
should  think  it  would  scare  them  out,  all  right. 
— Boston  Transcript. 

A  Nashville  plumber  has  just  been  sold  out 
by  the  sheriff,  and  it  is  supposed  that  the 
recent  rise  in  the  price  of  paper  on  which  he 
made  out  his  bills  caused  the  catastrophe. — 
New  Orleans  Picayune. 

"I  understand  you  have  just  bought  an  au- 
tomobile ?"  "Yes.  I  saw  seven  of  them 
chasing  one  pedestrian  the  other  day,  and 
I  decided  that  I  was  on  the  wrong  end  of  the 
sport." — St.  Louis  Post-Dispatch. 

Jack — Now  that  j-our  engagement  is  broken, 
are  you  going  to  make  Blanche  send  back 
your  letters  ?  Harry — You  bet  I  am,  I  worked 
hard  thinking  out  those  letters.  They're 
worth  using  again." — Boston   Transcript. 

Mistress  (to  new  butler) — Oh,  James,  I 
found  this  bowl  chipped  and  cracked  in  the 
pantry  this  afternoon.  James — I  am  not  the 
culprit,  madam ;  I  never  chips  nor  cracks. 
When  I  breaks,  I  smashes  utterly. — Punch. 

"I  hope  you  are  following  my  instructions 
carefully,  Sandy — the  pills  three  times  a  day, 
and  a  drop  of  whisky  at  bedtime."  "Weel,  sir, 
I  may  be  a  wee  bit  behind  wi'  the  pills,  but  I'm 
aboot  six  weeks  in  front  wi'  the  whusfcy." — 
The  Toiler. 

Agent — Then  well  consider  that  settled. 
Actor — But — er — what  about  the  contract  ? 
Agent — Oh,  that's  all  right.  A  verbal  con- 
tract 'ill  do.  Actor — Laddie,  listen.  The  last 
time  I  had  a  verbal  contract  I  drew  a  verbal 
salary  1 — London  Opinion. 

"Are  you  going  to  wear  side  whiskers  if 
the  fashion  is  revived  ?"  "I  don't  know," 
answered  Mr.  Cumrox.  "I  might  if  it  wall 
make  some  of  my  wife's  callers  act  as  timid 
and  deferential  toward  me  as  they  do  toward 
my  butler." — Washington  Star. 

"The  weather  is  very  trying  to  everybody," 
said  the  doctor.  "Yes,"  replied  Mr.  Meekton : 
"I  don't  see  how  my  wife  is  going  to  bear 
up  under  it.  When  the  sun  doesn't  shine  she's 
miserable  and  when  it  does  she  says  it's  fad- 
ing the  carpet." — Home  Comforts. 

"All  I  demand  for  my  client,"  demanded 
the  prisoner's  counsel  in  the  voice  of  a  man 
who  was  paid  for  it,  "is  justice."  "I  am  very 
sorry  I  can't  accommodate  you,"  replied  the 
judge,  "but  the  law  won't  allow  me  to  give 
him  more  than  fourteen  years." — Stray 
Stories. 

"How  are  Jack  and  his  wife  getting  along 
together?"  "Generally  very  well,  but  not  al- 
ways. You  remember  he  got  her  to  promise 
that  whenever  he  went  wrong  in  his  deport- 
ment or  made  a  break  in  his  grammar  she'd 
correct  him?"  "Yes."  "Well,  she's  doing  it." 
— Chicago  Tribune. 

"We  roused  the  audience  to  great  enthusi- 
asm," said  Mr.  Stormington  Barnes.  "Did 
they  give  you  an  ovation?"  "They  did  more 
than  that.  They  got  so  interested  that  they 
insisted  on  breaking  in  with  original  dialogue, 
and  some  of  them  even  tried  to  climb  on  the 
stage  and  take  part  in  the  battle  scene." — 
Washington  Star. 

"See  here,"  said  Tompkins,  angrily,  to  the 
car  agent,  "you  told  me  that  if  after  using 
that  car  ten  years  I  didn't  say  it  was  the  best 
on  the  market  you'd  give  me  another."  "So  I 
did,  so  I  did,"  returned  the  agent.  "Well,  it's 
a  bunch  of  junk  at  the  end  of  six  months," 
said  Tompkins,  "and  I'd  like  the  other  car." 
"Ah — but  the  contract  was  that  you  were  to 
say  that  after  using  the  old  one  ten  years, 
sir,"  said  the  agent.     "You're  just  nine  years 


and  six  months  short  of  the  contract." — Har- 
per's Weekly. 

Observing  Gent — Pardon  me,  madam,  but 
your  hair  is  coming  down.  Lady  (turning) — 
Mine  ?  Observing  Gent — I  think  it  is  yours, 
madam. — Boston  Transcript. 

"Charley,  dear."  said  young  Mrs.  Torkins, 
"do  you  think  that  women  ought  to  be  pre- 
vented from  voting  ?"  "Certainly  not." 
"Would  you  try  to  stop  me  if  I  wanted  to  go 
to  the  polls?"  "Not  for  an  instant."  "Well, 
then,  what  in  the  world  is  the  use  of  wanting 
to  vote  ?" — Liverpool  Mercury. 

"Mrs.  Hayes  tells  me  that  you  tied  a  tin 
can  to  her  dog's  tail,"  said  the  mother  to  her 
son.  "What  a  shameful  thing  to  do  !"  "Yes, 
ma'am."  "Do  you  know  that  the  poor  dog 
ran  away  so  far  that  he  has  never  come  back 
— that  he  probably  ran  himself  to  death  ?" 
"Yes,  ma'am:"  "Oh,  Robert !  What  do  you 
gain  by  such  cruelty  ?"  "I  gained  a  dollar 
from  Mr.  Hayes." — New  Orleans  Picayune. 


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EDITORIAL:  A  Word  of  Caution — Europe  and  the  War- 
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OLD  FAVORITES:  "Dream  Land,"  by  Christina  Georgina 
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NEW  YORK  THEATRE  MISSES:  "Flaneur"  Describes 
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Wide    of    the    Mark 373 

YOUR  UNITED  STATES:  Arnold  Bennett  Combines  Ad- 
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STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           385 

THE  MERRY   MUSE 385 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts            386 

THE   CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events  387 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 388 


A  Word  of  Caution. 
The  city  is  placarded  with  advertisements  appealing 
to  citizens  to  vote  for  this  or  that  charter  amendment, 
or  this  or  that  proposal  of  some  other  kind.  Nominally 
they  are  all  associated  with  the  cause  of  equity,  ef- 
ficiency, justice,  or  some  other  benevolently  worthy 
motive.  But  closely  examined,  nearly  every  blessed 
proposal  in  the  lot  is  designed  to  get  something  for 
somebody  who  lives  upon  the  public.  The  more  these 
propositions  are  looked  into  the  more  it  is  seen  that  they 
all  are  connected  by  pipe-line  with  the  public  treasury, 
which  as  we  all  know  is  kept  supplied  by  taxation  at  a 
constantly  augmenting  rate.  It  seems  never  to  occur  to 
those  who  formulate  new  schemes — or  to  most  of  those 
who  vote  for  them — that  the  San  Francisco  tax  rate  is 
getting  about  as  high  as  it  can  be  made  to  go  without 
something  breaking.  Hitherto  one  of  San  Francisco? 
strong  points  has  been  her  freedom  from  bonded  in- 
debtedness on  the  one  hand  and  excessive  taxation  on 
the  other.  It  is  only  just  a  little  while  ago  that  we  had 
no  municipal  debt  at  all,  and  for  many  years — thanks  to 
the  discreet  counsels  and  the  strong  hand  of  gdod  old 
Deacon  Fitch — the  city  lived  within  the  "dollar  limit." 
But  we  are  getting  away  from  these  good  conditions. 


and  at  breakneck  pace.  Overhead  charges  on  real  prop- 
erty are  now  more  than  double  what  they  used  to  be, 
even  when  one  is  fortunate  enough  to  lie  outside  special 
tax  zones  for  tunnels  and  other  superfluities.  The  in- 
creased charges  for  taxation  and  all  the  rest  of  it  are 
reflected  in  enhanced  rentals  or  in  reduced  profits. 
Already  we  have  reached  a  stage  where  the  ordinary 
business  charges  are  relatively  heavy  in  San  Francisco. 
We  have  got  them  high  enough,  we  think.  To  get  them 
higher  would  be  fatal  to  many  lines  of  business,  there- 
fore to  public  prosperity.  Therefore  in  the  coming  spe- 
cial election  vote  against  every  proposition  which  will 
tend  to  increase  taxation  by  increasing  public  expenses. 
If  you  would  be  exceeding  wise,  vote  against  every 
proposition  you  do  not  understand. 


Europe  and  the  'War. 

Although  there  have  been  no  battles  during  the  last 
few  days  there  is  no  perceptible  lifting  of  the  war 
cloud  resting  over  Europe.  Indeed  nothing  could  be 
more  ominous  than  the  national  defiances  now  being 
exchanged  between  the  powers  or  the  furtive  massing 
of  troops  behind  their  frontiers.  England  was  the  first 
to  issue  her  public  warning  that  she  was  ready  to  fight 
Germany  anywhere  and  at  any  time,  and  now  Germany 
has  taken  up  the  glove  thus  thrown  at  her  feet.  Ger- 
many, says  her  chancellor,  will  stand  by  her  allies  of 
Austria  and  Italy.  She  will  hold  back  Russia  with  one 
hand  and  prevent  a  British  protectorate  over  Egypt 
with  the  other.  Egypt,  be  it  remembered,  is  still  a 
Turkish  possession  and  the  British  occupation  is  de 
facto  rather  than  de  jure.  The  declaration  of  a  pro- 
tectorate would  therefore  be  an  act  of  practical  annexa- 
tion, a  snatched  morsel  from  the  crumbling  empire  of 
Turkey.     And  this,  says  Germany,  will  not  be  allowed. 

But  the  real  tension  of  the  situation  is  still  between 
Servia  and  Austria.  Servia  is  determined  that  she  will 
have  and  hold  a  port  on  the  Adriatic  and  Austria  is 
equally  rigid  in  her  refusal  to  give  consent.  If  Servia 
stands  alone  it  need  hardly  be  said  that  her  cause  is 
hopeless.  She  could  no  more  fight  Austria  than  a  cock- 
roach could  fight  the  cook.  She  could  not  fight  Austria 
even  with  the  aid  of  Bulgaria  and  Greece,  and  Bul- 
garia and  Greece  are  already  saying  that  they  do  not 
propose  to  fight  except  for  some  common  cause  and 
certainly  not  for  Servian  aggrandizement.  But  if 
Russia  has  pledged  her  support  to  Servia — and  it  is 
generally  believed  that  she  has — then  indeed  we  have 
a  cock  of  a  very  different  color.  And  without  a  pledge 
of  Russian  support  it  is  hard  to  account  for  the  aston- 
ishing confidence  displayed  by  the  little  Balkan  princi- 
pality. Moreover,  the  assumption  of  Russian  support 
is  strengthened  by  the  fact  that  Russia  has  suddenly 
collected  an  army  of  500,000  men  behind  her  Polish 
fortifications. 

It  must  be  admitted  that  Europe  seems  not  a  whit 
appalled  by  the  prospect  of  a  general  conflagration.  On 
the  contrary  she  is  almost  exuberant  with  her  spirited 
provocations  and  defiances.  It  seems  almost  as  though 
war  would  be  a  welcomed  release  for  her  intolerable 
armaments.  Although  there  has  been,  and  still  is,  some 
general  talk  of  a  congress  the  proceedings  are  much 
like  those  of  the  Arizona  mass  meeting  which  saved 
time  by  hanging  the  prisoner  while  the  trial  jury  was 
being  assembled.  An  apparently  authentic  dispatch 
from  Paris  says  that  Austria  intends  to  invade  Servia  at 
once  as  a  corrective  measure  and  in  retaliation  for  a 
popular  affront  placed  upon  an  Austrian  consul  in  the 
early  stages  of  the  war.  Such  a  step  would  force 
Russia  to  avow  herself  instantly  and  perhaps  nothing 
short  of  some  such  decisive  action  will  show  where 
Russia  actually  stands.  And  everything  seems  to  turn 
upon  that. 

It  is  usually  the  unexpected  that  solves  such  crises 
as  this.  To  speak  of  any  eventuality  whatsoever  as 
"inconceivable,"  or  "too  monstrous  to  be  entertained," 
as  is  the  fatuous  habit  of  wdiat  we  call  optimism,  is 
merely  puerile.     The  great  Franco-Prussian  War  was 


fought  for  causes  so  remote,  over  a  quarrel  so  intricate, 
that  it  was  said  that  not  ten  men  in  Europe  understood 
it.  There  are  no  limits  to  human  folly,  or  human  pug- 
nacity, or  human  wickedness.  They  are  restrained  nei- 
ther by  intelligence  nor  by  prudence.  Wars  are  caused 
not  by  self-interest  but  by  elemental  passions,  by  the 
brute  instincts  that  still  lie  so  perilously  close  to  the 
portals  of  human  reason. 


President  Taft. 

President  Taft's  appearance  at  a  banquet  at  New 
York  within  ten  days  following  the  election  has  suf- 
ficiently answered  the  rather  gratuitous  curiosity  of 
those  who  wondered  "how  he  would  take  it."  There  is 
no  test  of  a  man's  character  like  supreme  success  on  the 
one  hand  and  absolute  failure  on  the  other;  and  Mr. 
Taft  has  met  both  these  ordeals  to  the  entire  satis- 
faction of  all  who  had  established  their  faith  in  his 
good  sense,  his  philosophy  of  life,  his  self-control,  his 
kindliness — in  his  character,  in  brief.  There  is  nothing 
little  about  Mr.  Taft.  He  sees  clearly  and  he  thinks 
sanely;  he  respects  himself  and,  what  is  infinitely  more 
rare,  he  respects  others  as  himself.  He  knows  he  has 
acted  a  manly  part  in  his  public  life;  he  thinks  he  de- 
serves well  of  his  fellow-citizens;  he  believes  that  the 
verdict  of  time  will  establish  his  reputation  as  an  emi- 
nently worthy  administrator  of  the  affairs  of  the 
country. 

That  Mr.  Taft  will  gain  through  his  manner  of  ac- 
cepting defeat  more  than  he  has  lost  by  it  is  the  com- 
mon belief  of  men  who  have  closely  observed  tendencies 
of  the  public  judgment  of  men.  It  is  perfectly  under- 
stood the  country  over  why  Mr.  Taft's  election  became 
an  improbability,  and  sooner  or  later  the  public  will 
place  the  blame  where  it  belongs.  Even  those  who 
in  their  fatuous  devotion  to  an  individuality  lost  sight 
of  their  responsibility  as  citizens  and  as  members  of 
a  great  political  organization,  will  come  in  time  to  ad- 
judge their  own  course  at  its  proper  value.  And  it  is 
almost  needless  to  add  that  all  such  reflections  will 
take  the  form  of  an  enhanced  respect  and  affection  for  a 
man  who  was  made  the  innocent  victim  of  the  jealousy, 
the  chicane,  and  the  inveterate  malice  of  one  who 
owed  him  a  thousand  obligations  of  good-will  and  sup- 
port. Mr.  Taft  will  grow  in  the  public  consideration. 
The  merits  of  his  administration  will  exhibit  them- 
selves more  definitely  as  time  goes  on.  Probably  his 
official  life  is  at  an  end;  but  his  public  life  in  the 
largest  and  most  wholesome  sense  will  surely  continue 
for  many  years  to  come  if  his  life  shall  be  spared. 


Mr.  Taft's  plans  following  his  retirement  in  March 
are  already  fairly  definite.  He  expects  to  return  to  his 
home  in  Cincinnati  to  engage  in  the  practice  of  the 
law.  He  does  not  intend,  however,  to  become  a  gen- 
eral practitioner,  and  will  not  ally  himself  with  any 
firm  or  individual  partner.  He  will  not  accept  employ- 
ment as  the  permanent  legal  advisor  of  any  large  con- 
cern which  might  pay  him  a  handsome  annual  retainer, 
but  will  hold  himself  free  to  perform  professional 
service  or  to  decline  it  at  his  pleasure.  His  wish  is  to 
utilize  his  studies  and  his  experience  by  supplying 
opinions  on  legal  cases  involving  large  issues  and  on 
the  construction  of  important  points  in  the  constitution 
and  the  statutes. 

This  is  an  eminently  dignified  and  worthy  plan — 
worthy  not  only  of  the  man,  but  of  the  high  office  he 
has  held.  While  it  will  give  Mr.  Taft  sufficient  and 
proper  employment,  while  it  will  sustain  him  as  a  par- 
ticipator in  the  active  life  of  his  profession  and  in  tin- 
working  affairs  of  the  country,  it  will  not  reduce  him 
to  the  ranks,  so  to  speak.  It  will  give  him  an  inconu 
which  he  needs — for  Mr.  Taft  is  absolutely  without 
private  fortune — and  it  will  do  it  under  circumstances 
of  perfect  propriety  and  dignity. 

Mr.  Taft  has  not  thought  it  delicate  or  proper  to 
make  any  comment  upon  the  proposal  to  cml'  i 

other  ex-Presidents   with   pensions  at  the 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  7,  1912. 


Carnegie  Foundation.  At  the  same  time  it  is  under- 
stood that  lie  is  willing  the  public  should  know  that  he 
regards  the  proposition  with  absolute  disfavor.  He  has 
already  declared  the  belief  that  the  government  should 
make  adequate  financial  provision  for  ex-Presidents  to 
take  effect  in  the  case  of  all  who  shall  come  after  the 
presidencv  under  which  the  law  shall  be  enacted.  But 
while  supporting  this  proposition  as  a  matter  of  prin- 
ciple, Mr.  Taft  desires  nothing  for  himself.  He  is 
content  to  fall  back  into  the  citizenship  of  the  country 
in  the  condition  which  he  left  in  accepting  public 
service.  He  asks  no  favors  of  a  substantial  kind;  he 
wants  only  the  public  respect,  which  he  thinks  he  has 
earned. 

There  have  been  suggestions  from  potential  sources 
to  the  effect  that  Mr.  Taft  may  again  properly  be  a 
candidate  for  the  presidency.  He  sets  his  face  posi- 
tively against  every  such  suggestion.  He  cares  noth- 
ing for  office,  has  had  more  than  enough  of  it,  and 
would  prefer  to  live  the  remainder  of  his  life  in  the 
character  of  a  private  citizen.  Yet  it  may  well  be 
doubted  if  he  shall  be  permitted  to  do  this.  No  man 
in  the  country  stands  today  so  well  qualified  technically 
and  otherwise  for  high  judicial  service  as  Mr.  Taft. 
His  propensities  have  always  turned  towards  the  bench. 
Is  it  not  likely — is  it  not  indeed  more  than  likely — that 
this  fact  will  be  duly  appreciated  by  his  successor  in 
the  presidency?  Would  it  not  be  in  excellent  keeping- 
all  around  for  President  Wilson  to  invite  Mr.  Taft  into 
the  Supreme  Court,  and  would  it  not  be  entirely  proper 
for  Mr.  Taft  to  accept  ?  We  think  it  would.  We  think 
it  would  honor  both  men  and  honor  the  country. 


While  retiring  from  official  life,  Mr.  Taft  by  no 
means  intends  to  retire  from  public  affairs.  He  is 
convinced  that  the  times  need  a  revival  of  respect  for 
the  Federal  Constitution.  He  believes  that  a  check 
mav  be  put  upon  the  present  popular  assaults  upon  our 
fundamental  contract  of  government,  and  he  intends  to 
give  immediate  efforts  to  a  movement  to  that  end. 
Already  he  has  discussed  with  friends  tentative  plans 
for  the  establishment  within  the  Republican  party  of 
an  organization  whose  main  aim  and  inspiration  shall 
be  the  protection  of  the  Constitution  in  its  existing 
form.  Mr.  Taft  is  also  very  much  interested  in  the 
affairs  of  the  Philippine  Islands.  Knowing  much  of 
Filipino  character  through  his  service  at  Manila  and 
in  the  presidencv,  he  is  definitely  opposed  to  any  scheme 
looking  to  the  immediate  bestowal  of  self-government 
upon  the  Filipino  race.  This  will  be  a  special  object 
with  Mr.  Taft,  one  to  which  he  is  willing  to  give  any 
amount  of  time  and  labor  which  may  be  placed  ef- 
fectively. 

These  and  other  large  questions  of  public  policy  are 
very  definitely  in  the  mind  of  Mr.  Taft.  He  has,  as 
one  close  friend  has  remarked,  "enough  public  work 
cut  out  to  keep  two  men  busy  for  a  decade.''  He  will 
hold  himself  in  his  character  of  ex-President  subject  to 
I  he  responsibilities  and  demands  imposed  by  his  special 
knowledge,  sparing  himself  nothing  at  the  point  of 
hard  work. 

Taken  as  a  whole,  Mr.  Taft's  plan  is  an  eminently 
worthy  one.  It  is  in  keeping  with  his  character,  his 
temperament,  and  with  that  fine  sense  of  propriety 
which  he  has  always  exhibited  when  free  to  pursue 
the  courses  of  his  own  judgment  and  propensity. 
• 

Divorce  in  England. 
Assuredly  they  do  things  differently  in  England,  as 
we  may  see  from  the  royal  commission  on  divorce  that 
has  now  given  birth  to  its  leisurely  and  elaborate  re- 
port. A  royal  commission  has  no  executive  powers, 
nor  limit  to  its  deliberations.  It  is  supposed  to  collect 
all  the  facts  that  there  are  upon  the  question  at  issue, 
to  do  it  as  slowly  as  possible,  and  then  to  recommend 
such  legislation  as  may  seem  desirable.  Parliament 
may  act  upon  those  suggestions  or  reject  them.  Or  it 
may  ignore  them  through  forgetfulness  and  weariness. 
A  royal  commission  is  one  of  the  ways  of  doing  nothing 
while  seeming  to  do  much. 

thing  will  be  done  about  divorce,  because 
nearly  every  one  is  interested  in  it.  either  immediately 
or  pr  ispectivcly.  Divorce  in  England  has  been  one  of 
the  luxuries  of  wealthy  men.  Poor  men  and  women 
are  mainly  debarred,  poor  men  because  divorce  can 
be  obtained  only  in  London  and  expensively,  and  women 
because  fie  grievances  must  be  much  heavier  in  their 
case  than  in  the  case  of  men.  The  commission  report 
by  a  vc  e  of  9  against  3  now  recommends  that  the 
placed  on  an  equality,  that  divorce  be  granted 
;iti<-?ry,   incurable  insanity,   five   years'   imprison- 


ment, desertion,  and  habitual  drunkenness.  The  report 
also  recommends  that  there  be  no  publicity  of  divorce 
suits  until  after  judgment  is  rendered,  that  the  public 
be  excluded  from  court  whenever  the  judge  thinks  it 
desirable,  and  that  no  newspaper  portraits  be  published 
in  connection  with  divorce  proceedings.  There  is  little 
doubt  that  Parliament  will  adopt  all  these  recommenda- 
tions and  that  England  will  have  a  new  divorce  law 
within  a  few  months. 

The  minority  report  of  three  members  of  the  commis- 
sion represents,  or  professes  to  represent,  the  religious 
point  of  view.  Of  course  it  represents  the  merely  theo- 
logical, which  is  quite  a  different  thing.  Theology,  as 
voiced  by  the  Archbishop  of  York,  professes  to  believe 
that  a  reasonably  easy  divorce  law  makes  for  im- 
morality. Of  course  it  does  nothing  of  the  kind.  A 
husband  and  a  wife  who  cordially  hate  each  other  are 
not  likely  to  observe  the  restraints  of  "holy"  matrimony 
merely  because  they  can  not  afford  to  buy  a  legal 
release  or  because  the  technical  causes  for  divorce  hap- 
pen to  be  lacking.  Indeed  it  would  be  hard  to  find  any- 
thing more  directly  productive  of  immorality — or  rather 
let  us  say  of  irregularity,  since  morality  can  never 
be  an  affair  of  ceremonies — than  a  too  rigid  divorce 
law. 

It  may  be  worth  while  to  say  a  word  on  the  existing 
inequality  between  the  sexes  so  far  as  English  divorce 
is  concerned.  In  spite  of  the  feverish  declamations  of 
the  new  woman  this  inequality  is  not  due  to  any  theory 
of  sex  superiority  or  inferiority.  It  is  based  solely 
upon  an  ancient  conception  of  the  public  good  that  may 
be  false,  and  probably  is  false,  but  that  has  no  refer- 
ence to  sex  status.  The  ancient  law  provided  divorce 
only  in  those  cases  where  a  reconciliation  seemed  to 
be  undesirable  upon  public  grounds.  The  wife  was  en- 
titled to  absolute  divorce  only  in  those  cases  where  the 
husband's  offenses  were  so  abominable  that  a  reconcilia- 
tion was  both  impossible  and  undesirable.  But  the  law- 
held  that  a  wife's  offenses,  although  less  grave  morally, 
might  so  complicate  inheritances,  entail,  and  other  such 
matters  that  a  reconciliation  between  husband  and  wife 
became  undesirable  and  absolute  divorce  was  the  lesser 
of  two  evils.  There  was  never  any  failure  to  recog- 
nize the  individual  injustice  that  might  be  wrought. 
There  was  no  assumption  of  the  wife's  inferiority,  but 
the  supposed  public  good,  the  certainties  of  heirship. 
etc.,  was  allowed  to  dominate. 


Hetch  Hetchy  Privileges  Denied. 

In  proceedings  at  Washington  within  the  week  rela- 
tive to  an  appeal  made  on  behalf  of  San  Francisco  for 
water  privileges  in  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley  we  may  see 
how  trivial  certain  local  contentions  are  when  reduced 
to  their  true  perspective.  Here  in  San  Francisco, 
where  the  water  question  in  one  form  or  another  has 
confused  politics  for  fifteen  years  or  more,  the  Hetch 
Hetchy  issue  has  appeared  a  somewhat  bigger  thing 
than  the  Balkan  war.  A  million  dollars  has  been  spent 
in  direct  exploitation  of  the  Hetch  Hetchy  idea,  and 
another  million  in  indirect  ways  to  the  same  purpose. 
That  this  money  has  been  spent  to  no  real  purpose — 
that  it  has  been  something  worse  than  thrown  away — 
has  long  been  known  to  every  informed  man.  But  most 
people  do  not  take  the  pains  to  be  informed,  therefore 
the  game  has  gone  on  year  by  year  under  the  same 
fraudulent  and  stupid  pretensions. 

It  did  not  take  Secretary  Fisher  long  to  get  at  the 
rights  of  the  case,  even  though  half  the  city  govern- 
ment, including  the  mayor  (all  of  course  at  the  ex- 
pense of  the  taxpayers),  assisted  at  the  hearing  in 
darkening  counsels.  It  will  be  time  enough,  declared 
the  Secretary  in  effect,  for  San  Francisco  to  apply  for 
privileges  in  the  government  reserve  when  no  other 
source  of  w-ater  supply  shall  be  available.  In  other 
words,  the  showing  made  at  the  hearing  has  convinced 
Secretary  Fisher  that  as  yet  at  least  there  is  no  need 
for  San  Francisco  to  ask  for  privileges  in  Hetch 
Hetchv.  This  is  simple  common  sense,  and  we  suspect 
that  the  reason  why  it  has  made  so  little  impression 
hitherto  is  because  it  is  so  simple.  The  average  mind, 
it  appears,  turns  in  distrust  from  the  obvious  and  self- 
evident  thing  to  search  after  the  whimsical  and  the  un- 
attainable. 

It  is  to  be  regretted  that  Secretary  Fisher,  who  seems 
a  very  clear-headed  man  when  the  facts  of  a  case  are 
before  him,  should  have  spoken  with  direct  reference 
to  the  Spring  Valley  Water  Company  upon  a  miscon- 
ception of  facts.  The  suggestion  that  San  Francisco 
make  terms  with  the  Spring  Valley  Company  was  alike 
unnecessary  and  impertinent — impertinent  in  that  it  lay 
quite  aside  from  the  responsibilities  and  the  authority 


of  the  Interior  Department.  While  the  Secretary's  in- 
discretion in  this  matter  makes  confusion,  it  does  not 
nullify  the  value  of  his  adjudication.  And  it  is  fair  to 
add  that  he  has  withdrawn  his  clearly  gratuitous  re- 
mark. 

Secretary  Fisher's  determination  will,  for  the  mo- 
ment, disconcert  the  Hetch  Hetchy  howlers,  but  there 
is  small  hope  that  they  will  be  discouraged  permanently. 
For  it  is  practicable  now  from  the  political  stand- 
point to  abandon  our  foolish  investment  of  approxi- 
mately two  millions  of  dollars  in  Hetch  Hetchy  and 
take  up  some  new  scheme  of  agitation.  The  old  preju- 
dices and  grudges  which  have  sustained  the  Hetch 
Hetchy  folly  may  easily  be  switched  to  some  new 
project — say  the  American  River,  or  the  McCloud,  or 
Clear  Lake,  or  Tahoe,  or  God  knows  where  else. 

But  the  common  sense  of  the  water  question  remains 
what  it  has  been  all  along.  We  are  now  very  well 
supplied  with  water  by  a  private  company  whose  ulti- 
mate resources  are  sufficient  for  a  city  three  times  the 
size  of  San  Francisco.  There  is  absolutely  no  need 
to  go  to  the  Sierra  or  anywhere  else  far  away  for 
water  "for  a  whole  generation  to  come.  And  there  is 
no  need,  since  the  city  is  already  well  supplied  upon 
terms  of  its  own  making,  to  go  into  the  water  business 
at  all.  The  common  sense  of  the  situation  is  to  keep 
on  buying  water  from  the  Spring  Valley  Water  Com- 
pany under  rates  and  conditions  reasonable  and  equi- 
table all  around.  Of  course  the  Spring  Valley  Com- 
pany would  like  to  sell,  but  this  is  no  reason  why  the 
city  should  buy,  and  thereby  involve  itself  in  serious 
obligations  and  responsibilities. 


The  Merger  Decision. 

Until  the  decision  of  the  Supreme  Court  dissolving 
the  connection  between  the  Southern  Pacific  and  the 
Union  Pacific  railroads  shall  be  translated  into  a  con- 
crete plan  we  shall  not  know  how  to  estimate  the  sig- 
nificance of  this  adjudication  as  it  relates  to  San  Fran- 
cisco and  California.  If  as  we  expect  the  prescribed 
readjustment  is  mainly  a  matter  of  finance,  leaving  the 
actual  properties  in  cooperative  working  relations,  it 
will  so  far  as  the  public  is  concerned  have  no  effect  at 
all.  But  if  in  consequence  of  this  decision,  working 
relations  between  the  Union  Pacific  and  Southern  Pa- 
cific systems  shall  be  broken  up,  the  decision  will  almost 
certainly  make  hardship  here. 

It  does  not  require  a  very  long  memory  to  recall  the 
conditions  existing  before  the  merger — conditions  which 
worked  steadily  against  the  interests  of  San  Francisco 
and  California  and  which  were  corrected  by  it.  The 
enterprises  of  Mr.  James  J.  Hill  at  the  north  were 
tending  to  nullify  the  natural  advantage  of  the  central 
route  across  the  continent — the  route  of  which  San 
Francisco  is  the  Pacific  and  Omaha  the  Missouri  River 
terminus.  Mr.  Hill's  roads  were  continuous  from 
Puget  Sound  to  the  Missouri  River.  The  central  route 
was  in  broken  links — one  from  San  Francisco  Bay  to 
Ogden,  and  another  from  Ogden  to  Omaha — with  a 
third  connection  to  Chicago.  Mr.  Hill's  trains  starting 
from  Seattle  went  straight  through  in  an  unbroken 
progress,  on  continuous  tracks,  under  continuous  opera- 
tions, under  continuous  responsibility-.  Trains  starting 
from  San  Francisco  on  the  central  route  changed  from 
one  road  to  another  at  Ogden  and  again  at  Omaha, 
reaching  Chicago  over  three  distinct  lines  subject  to 
three  systems  of  operation,  and  of  course  three  systems 
of  responsibility.  Furthermore  the  northern  lines  were 
of  modern  construction,  with  lower  gradients,  with 
fewer  curves,  therefore  more  expeditious.  While  the 
central  route  was  more  direct,  it  was  as  compared  with 
the  northern  under  many  forms  of  disadvantage.  There 
was  a  time  when  it  looked  as  if  this  route,  in  spite 
of  its  lesser  mileage  and  its  several  other  natural 
merits,  was  to  be  outrivaled  by  its  northern  com- 
petitors. 

It  was  upon  this  state  of  things  that  the  late  Mr. 
Harriman  entered  the  field.  Already  in  possession  of 
the  Union  Pacific,  he  needed  a  direct  connection  with 
the  Pacific  Coast.  The  Southern  Pacific  (including  the 
old  Central  Pacific)  was  his  natural  connection.  But  it 
was  of  obsolete  construction,  more  or  less  run  down, 
and  of  course  subject  to  an  independent  administration. 
Mr.  Harriman  conceived  the  idea  of  acquiring  the  line 
west  from  Ogden,  rebuilding  it  upon  modem  engineer- 
ing plans,  and  bringing  it  into  his  system.  What  fol- 
lowed is  recent  and  familiar.  The  Southern  Pacific 
was  annexed,  so  to  speak,  to  the  Harriman  system. 
The  scheme  of  reconstruction  which  had  already 
wrought  marvels  with  the  Union  Pacific  system  was 
extended   to   the    Southern    PacinV       Hrade     we™    - 


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duced,  curves  were  cut  out,  and,  crowning  achievement 
nf  all,  Great  Salt  Lake  was  bridged. 

It  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  the  reconstruction  of 
the  Southern  Pacific  and  Central  Pacific  line  between 
San  Francisco  and  Ogden  and  its  coupling-up  with  the 
Union  Pacific  saved  the  fortunes  of  San  Francisco  at 
a  critical  time.  By  giving  to  the  central  route  across 
the  country  artificial  advantages  matching  its  natural 
advantages  Mr.  Harriman  reestablished  San  Francisco 
as  the  paramount  Pacific  port.  Under  other  conditions 
Seattle  might  have  superseded  her — indeed  was  in  the 
way  of  doing  so. 

The  interest  of  San  Francisco  calls  for  the  best  pos- 
sible service  in  transportation  between  her  own  bay  and 
the  Missouri  River.  Only  by  such  service  can  this 
route  sustain  the  prestige  which  belongs  to  it  tradi- 
tionally and  by  its  lesser  mileage.  And  the  condition 
of  good  service  is  the  operation  of  the  whole  route 
under  continuing  or  closely  sympathetic  administra- 
tions. Break  up  this  central  route  into  separate  links, 
each  under  its  own  scheme  of  administration,  and  we 
shall  have  over  again  the  annoyances,  the  delays,  the 
obstructions,  which  worked  so  grievously  against  us  in 
the  period  which  immediately  preceded  the  Harriman 
era. 

Procedures  under  this  new  order  of  court,  separating 
the  Union  Pacific  and  Southern  Pacific  interests,  will 
be  observed  with  anxiety  here  on  the  part  of  all  who 
realize  how  closely  allied  the  interests  of  San  Fran- 
cisco are  with  the  efficiencies  of  transportation  over  the 
central  or  Ogden  route.  And  in  this  matter  as  in  all 
things  the  interest  of  San  Francisco  is  the  interest  of 
California.  We  very  much  fear  that  a  radical  break-up 
of  the  Harriman  system,  with  separation  of  its  parts 
and  their  establishment  into  separate  systems  and  di- 
vided responsibilities,   will  be   a   hardship   here  and  a 

very  serious  one. 

• 

Mr.  Gompers  Speaks. 

It  was  natural  that  we  should  await  with  some 
curiosity  the  annual  meeting  of  the  American  Federa- 
tion of  Labor  lately  in  session  at  Rochester.  In- 
dianapolis is  a  long  way  from  Rochester,  but  the 
shadow  of  the  criminal  proceedings  now  in  progress 
there  against  forty-eight  officials  and  members  of  the 
federation  might  well  have  stretched  further  than  that. 
It  might  have  been  expected  that,  under  that  shadow, 
Mr.  Gompers  would  abate  some  of  his  usual  flatulent 
pretensions,  that  he  would  speak  with  some  of  the 
restraint  proper  to  one  who  is  generally  looked  upon  as 
the  head  of  a  vast  murder  conspiracy  and  morally  re- 
sponsible for  a  criminal  organization  almost  without  its 
parallel  in  history.  But  those  who  expected  some  sign 
of  shame  from  Mr.  Gompers  were  disappointed.  He 
was  as  much  like  Fagin  as  ever,  as  smug,  as  unctuous, 
and  as  impudent.  Apparently  unaware  that  only  an 
accident  of  undeserved  fortune  enabled  him  to  be  pres- 
ent at  Rochester  instead  of  in  the  prisoners'  dock  at 
Indianapolis,  he  brushed  aside  the  whole  catalogue  of 
crime  with  an  airy  wave  of  the  hand  as  something 
unconnected  with  himself  or  the  federation  and  then 
went  on  to  declare  that  "For  high  motives,  for  al- 
truism, for  the  righting  of  wrongs,  for  the  winning 
of  rights,  for  human  progress,  there  is  no  other  body 
in  the  world,  man  for  man,  that  will  compare  with  the 
American  Federation  of  Labor." 

Only  those  who  have  read  the  horrors  disclosed  at 
Indianapolis  can  fully  appreciate  this  piece  of  astound- 
ing effrontery.  There  is  no  space  here  to  recount 
those  horrors  nor  is  there  need.  Already  they  are 
branded  into  the  conscience  of  the  nation.  But  there 
is  need  to  nail  down  the  lie  that  these  crimes  were 
the  exclusive  work  of  a  few  individuals,  a  few  "dere- 
licts," and  that  the  revelation  of  their  infamies  leaves 
either  Mr.  Gompers  or  the  federation  unscathed.  For 
those  crimes  Mr.  Gompers  and  the  federation  were  di- 
rectly responsible  and  there  is  hardly  an  official  of  the 
federation  without  blood  upon  his  hands  and  murder 
upon  his  soul.  Will  Mr.  Gompers  pretend  ignorance 
of  the  one  hundred  dynamite  explosions  throughout  the 
country?  Does  he  never  read  the  newspapers?  Is  he 
excluded  from  the  common  knowledge  of  the  country? 
And  if  he  knew  of  these  explosions — and  of  course  he 
knew  of  them — by  whom  did  he  suppose  they  were 
committed?  Did  he  think  that  they  were  the  work  of 
the  Supreme  Court?  Or  of  the  Missionary  Confer- 
ence? How-  does  he  explain  the  fact  that  wherever 
McManigal  went  on  his  murderous  errands  he  was  met, 
escorted,  and  aided  by  federation  officials  attached  to 
local  unions,  that  he  was  regularly  accredited  to  them 
1  ers.  and  paid  large  sums  of  money  ac- 


cording to  a  fixed  scale?  And  now  Mr.  Gompers  has 
the  effrontery  to  refer  to  the  McNamaras  and  Mc- 
Manigal as  "derelicts,"  irresponsibly  attaching  them- 
selves to  his  great  and  noble  cause  and  to  be  summarily 
disowned  with  a  sanctimonious  sigh  for  the  depravities 
of  human  nature.  To  say  that  Mr.  Gompers  is  a  hypo- 
crite is  wholly  inadequate.  Hypocrites  are  able  to  de- 
ceive at  least  the  credulous  and  the  silly,  but  Mr.  Gom- 
pers deceives  nobody.  There  was  not  a  single  one 
even  in  his  audience  of  sympathizers  at  Rochester  who 
did  not  know  that  the  McNamaras  and  McManigal 
represented  an  organized  branch  of  federation  work, 
discreetly  veiled  from  the  rank  and  file  of  members, 
but  created  and  sustained  with  full  official  knowledge 
and  approval.  And  the  responsibility  for  these  scores 
of  murders  rests  more  fully  upon  Mr.  Gompers  than 
upon  the  demented  wretches  who  laid  the  dynamite  at 
Los  Angeles  and  then  broke  away  a  gas  jet  in  order 
that  the  ruin  might  be  more  complete,  more  fully  than 
upon  the  fiend  who  ordered  the -wanton  murder  of  a 
girl.  Mr.  Gompers  may  escape  for  the  moment,  but 
he  would  be  well  advised  not  to  exasperate  the  public 
too  far.  There  is  a  limit  even  to  the  immunity  for 
murder.  Mr.  Gompers  in  tears  is  a  spectacle  disgusting 
enough.     Mr.  Gompers  defiant  becomes  unbearable. 

Already  there  has  been  too  much  immunity  for  mur- 
der and  for  violence  of  every  kind.  It  is  to  our  shame 
that  it  has  been  so,  but  there  are  differences  in  degree 
even  to  murder  and  violence.  Human  passions  may 
be  liberated  during  a  strike  and  crimes  may  be  com- 
mitted by  frenzied  men,  and  while  these  in  themselves 
are  fatal  to  good  government  arid  abhorrent  to  decent 
citizenship  there  are  other  iniquities  that  are  far  worse. 
And  those  other  iniquities  have  been  committed,  as 
they  were  bound  to  be.  Once  tolerate  any  crime  and 
all  crime  becomes  certain.  To  palliate  the  crime  of 
passion  is  to  invite  the  crime  of  calculation.  It  was 
the  immunity  for  the  stone-thrower,  the  rioter,  and  the 
boycotter  that  made  the  dynamiter  a  certainty.  We 
have  tardily  aroused  ourselves  to  that  fact,  but  now 
that  we  are  aroused  the  whole  cargo  of  horrors  has  to 
go.  We  shall  never  again  be  guilty  of  creating  a  spe- 
cial criminal  code  for  a  labor  caste,  of  allowing  one 
man  to  commit  a  crime  for  which  another  man  would 
be  punished.  And  we  had  better  learn  that  lesson  from 
the  ground  up.  So  surely  as  we  tolerate  the  picket  and 
the  boycott  today,  so  surely  will  the  dynamiter  return 
tomorrow.  And  in  the  meantime  we  may  hope  that  be- 
fore the  proceedings  at  Indianapolis  come  to  a  close 
some  way  will  be  found  to  bring  home  to  the  unspeak- 
able and  the  noisome  Gompers  some  slight  sense  of  the 
public  execration.  , 

Editorial  Notes. 

Probably  the  majority  of  citizens  have  forgotten  that 
the  forthcoming  legislature  will  meet  in  two  sessions 
separated  from  each  other  by  at  least  a  month.  There 
is  a  pleasant  fiction  underlying  this  expedient.  Legis- 
lators are  supposed  to  need  an  interval  for  purposes 
of  prayer  and  meditation  on  the  bills  that  have  been 
introduced  during  the  first  session.  They  will  then 
return  and  vote  according  to  the  behests  of  their  freshly 
illuminated  consciences.  Those  with  some  experiences 
of  legislatures  are  a  little  dubious  of  the  new  plan,  a 
little  skeptical  of  the  use  to  which  the  adjournment 
will  be  put.  Juries  that  have  heard  the  evidence  are 
usually  locked  up  by  the  sheriff  while  deliberating  on 
their  verdict,  and  this  is  done  for  good  and  sufficient 
reasons.  It  might  not  be  a  bad  plan  to  lock  up  the  legis- 
lators so  that  they  may  not  be  "seen"  by  the  Pills- 
burys,  the  Lissners,  and  the  other  bosses  of  the  guber- 
natorial machine.  

A  comfortable  theory  universally  held  in  this  country 
that  the  Isthmian  Canal  will  automatically  increase  our 
naval  efficiency  is  not  shared  by  the  London  Times, 
which  sees  in  the  canal  a  new  factor  in  the  American 
naval  problem.  Despite  all  pledges  to  the  contrary, 
says  the  Times,  the  canal  will  be  neutral  only  when 
the  United  States  is  not  belligerent.  Weakly  fortified, 
it  will  invite  attack.  Proceeding,  the  Times  says:  "It 
is  clear  that  to  make  the  canal  safe  the  system  of  forti- 
fications will  have  to  be  largely  extended.  Above  all 
it  is  clear  that  the  American  navy  will  have  to  be 
strong  enough  to  obviate  the  possibility  of  losing  com- 
mand of  the  sea."  In  support  of  this  general  assertion 
the  Times  points  out  that  the  Naos  group  of  islands 
at  the  Pacific  entrance  to  the  canal  is  dominated  by  the 
islands  of  Taboga  and  Taboguilla,  both  outside  the 
Canal  Zone,  behind  which  a  hostile  fleet  could  lie  hid- 
den, safe  from  the  fire  of  the  American  batteries.  If 
this    fleet    held    command   of   the   sea   it   could   mount 


heavy  guns  on  the  lofty  summits,  from  which  the  forts 
on  the  Naos  group  could  be  pounded  to  pieces.  The 
Times  further  argues  that  a  hostile  power,  having  even 
temporary  command  of  the  sea  at  cither  end  of  the 
canal,  would  have  no  difficulty  in  landing  troops  on  any 
part  of  the  coast  and  marching  them  down  to  attack 
some  part  of  the  long  line  of  the  canal.  This  possi- 
bility, it  is  argued,  will  mean  the  maintenance  in  the 
zone  of  a  large  military  force.  Noting  the  fact  that 
American  opinion  seems  impressed  with  the  idea  that 
completion  of  the  canal  will  lessen  the  necessity  for  a 
large  navy,  since  it  will  permit  the  rapid  transfer  of 
ships  from  ocean  to  ocean,  the  Times  declares  that  the 
exact  reverse  seems  to  be  the  truth,  "for  the  Canal 
Zone,  depending  as  it  must  on  sea  transport  for  its 
supplies,  will  in  case  of  war  have  all  the  disadvantages 
and  none  of  the  advantages  of  an  island." 


The  views  of  Major-General  Wood — presumably  im- 
bibed from  Colonel  Goethals,  the  canal  engineer — di- 
rectly contradict  the  theories  set  forth  in  the  preceding 
paragraph.  Fortifications  at  both  entrances,  General 
Wood  declares,  will  be  such  as  to  relieve  the  navy  of 
responsibility  for  the  canal's  safety.  The  plan  is  to 
make  the  zone  practically  impregnable  from  a  frontal 
attack,  although  the  General  frankly  confesses  that  no 
fort  can  be  described  as  absolutely  impregnable.  As  to 
the  islands  outside  the  zone — Taboga  and  Taboguilla — 
affording  gun  platforms  from  which  an  enemy  might 
pound  our  Pacific  defense  to  pieces,  General  Wood  de- 
clares that  they  are  under  the  guns  of  the  American 
forts  and  that  effective  artillery  could  only  be  lifted 
to  the  island  heights  by  months  of  engineering  work. 
General  Wood  further  points  out  that  under  the  treaty 
between  the  United  States  and  Panama  the  islands  are 
subject  to  American  occupation  if  the  defense  of  the 
canal  requires  it.  The  one  instance,  General  Wood 
says,  in  which  the  canal  fortifications  would  prove  of 
little  value  would  be  if  a  hostile  fleet  should  land  troops 
either  up  or  down  the  coast  and  attack  the  canal  from 
the  side,  back  of  the  great  batteries  that  will  defend  the 
entrances.  But  the  plans  call  for  maintaining  in  the 
zone  a  force  adequate  for  its  defense  against  all  reason- 
able danger,  such  force  of  course  to  be  increased  in 
time  of  war.  

One  of  the  last  utterances  of  Zelig,  the  gun-man  and 
professional  criminal  who  was  recently  shot  dead  on 
the  streets  of  New  York,  may  be  taken  as  a  rebuke  to 
the  society  of  today.  It  is  a  little  humiliating  to  be 
rebuked  by  a  criminal  who  had  not  even  the  excuse  of 
a  deathbed  piety  for  his  warning,  but  perhaps  this 
makes  it  all  the  more  effective.  "I  never  allow  my 
boy  to  play  marbles  for  keeps,"  said  Zelig.  "That  was 
the  beginning  of  my  criminal  career.  I  am  training 
him  in  athletics."  Well,  it  is  to  be  feared  that  a  good 
many  of  us  are  playing  marbles  for  keeps  and  that  to  get 
something  for  nothing,  to  profit  at  the  expense  of  others, 
is  so  much  a  part  of  our  system  as  to  have  become 
respectable.  But  to  envelop  a  child  in  the  atmosphere 
of  gambling  is  simply  to  expose  an  immature  nature 
to  forces  that  may  easily  become  criminal  and  irresist- 
ible. And  perhaps  athletics  is  the  best  resistant  to  the 
gambling  spirit  that  we  have  here,  for  here,  at  least, 
every  success  is  earned  and  paid  for  in  full. 


It  is  to  be  hoped  that  the  Secretary  of  the  Navy  will 
consider  the  claims  of  San  Francisco  when  placing  the 
orders  for  the  six  new  torpedo  boats  authorized  by 
Congress.  It  is  certain  that  any  bids  put  forward  by 
San  Francisco  can  not  be  quite  so  low'  as  those  tendered 
by  her  Eastern  competitors,  but  this  is  one  of  the  occa- 
sions wdien  cost  should  not  be  the  only  decisive  factor. 
A  broad  question  of  national  policy  is  involved  in  the 
construction  of  these  craft.  If  some  of  them  are  built 
on  the  Pacific  Coast  it  will  mean  the  assembly  of  imple- 
ments and  material  that  will  remain  as  a  national  asset 
always  available  in  case  of  a  national  emergency,  and 
no  one  knows  when  a  national  emergency  might  arise. 
It  is  no  small  matter  that  American  warships  should  be 
forced  to  leave  San  Francisco  wholly  out  of  account  in 
matters  of  repair.  Indeed  it  is  so  large  a  thing  that  it 
might  easily  spell  disaster.  The  Pacific  Ocean  is  likely 
to  become  more  and  more  the  centre  of  gravity  in  world 
affairs,  and  if  the  need  for  repairing  facilities  should 
suddenly  arise  it  may  easily  be  too  late  to  remedy  a 
grave  omission.  The  slight  extra  cost  of  construction 
involved  in  giving  a  substantial  torpedo-boat  order  to 
San  Francisco  should  therefore  be  looked  upon  as  a 
national  investment,  as  the  purchase  of  an  invaluable 
safeguard,  and  it  is  heartily  to  be  hop  Secre- 

tary of  the  Navy  will  rec  his  opi 


THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Civilization  ought  to  be  ashamed  of  itself  for  the  asssassina- 
tion  of  Sefior  Canalejas.  It  seems  that  the  victim  knew 
I  hat  he  had  been  sentenced  to  death  and  he  knew  the  identity 
of  the  men  named  as  his  executioners.  The  police  of  many 
countries  had  been  similarly  warned.  The  assassin  was  ex- 
pelled from  Havana  as  a  dangerous  anarchist,  and  when  he 
put  in  an  appearance  at  Florida  the  authorities  were  once 
more  cautioned  from  many  different  sources.  And  yet  a 
man  known  to  be  a  murderous  anarchist  was  allowed  to  com- 
plete his  plans  although  those  plans  were  known  to  his  victim 
and  to  the  police.  He  was  allowed  to  travel  to  Spain  with- 
out interference,  and  he  was  allowed  easily  to  carry  out  his 
intentions,  although  they  can  hardly  be  said  even  to  have  been 
secret.  If  the  detective  police  of  civilization  are  not  able 
to  prevent  a  crime  of  which  they  have  been  fully  warned,  and 
committed  by  a  criminal  whom  they  know  well,  it  would  seem 
that  the  way  of  the  transgressor  is  not  so  hard  as  we  have 
supposed.  

Rabbi  Wise  has  a  reputation  for  sagacity  that  should  pre- 
clude him  from  the  saying  of  merely  conventional  things 
because  they  seem  to  be  attuned  to  the  popular  sentiments  of 
the  moment.  Speaking  at  New  York,  the  rabbi  asserted  that 
"if  women  had  the  say  there  would  not  even  be  a  threat 
of  war.  between  Austria  and  Servia"  and  that  when  women 
do  have  the  say  it  will  be  the  war-breakers  who  will  be  hailed 
and  not  the  war-makers.  Women  by  their  influence  already 
have  the  ''say"  in  matters  of  peace  and  war.  Women  already 
could  have  prevented  the  threat  of  war  between  Aus- 
tria and  Servia.  Already  they  could  prevent  all  threats  of 
war  between  all  the  countries  of  civilization,  and  any  change 
in  their  political  status  must  lessen  their  pacific  influences, 
such  as  they  are,  and  not  increase  them.  Unfortunately  the 
influences  of  women  have  always  been  to  the  deification  of 
the  soldier,  and  there  is  no  sign  of  any  change  of  heart. 
Ruskin  said  once — and  he  said  it  unrebuked — that  if  the 
guns  that  tore  apart  the  bodies  and  the  souls  of  men  did 
but  crack  the  china  in  the  drawing-rooms  of  England  war 
would  disappear  at  once.  It  was  true  then,  and  it  is  true 
now.  Those  who  suppose  that  the  military  cult  will  be  dis- 
couraged by  the  advent  of  women  are  building  upon  the  sand. 


Did  the  late  Dr.  Furness  actually  own  a  pair  of  gloves 
that  had  been  worn  by  Shakespeare?  It  is  one  of  the  ques- 
tions that  is  likely  to  remain  forever  unanswered  in  spite 
of  a  somewhat  brisk  debate  now  being  carried  on.  in  Eastern 
and  English  newspapers.  But  when  it  comes  to  the  opinion 
held  by  Dr.  Furness  himself  we  are  upon  surer  ground.  Evi- 
dently Dr.  Furness  believed  that  the  gloves  were  genuine, 
for  he  wrote  to  Dr.  Rolfe  in  1SS5  and  said  so  in  the  fol- 
lowing unequivocal  words  : 

It  is  e'en  so.  I  do  own  Shakespeare's  gloves,  and  have  done 
so  any  time  these  ten  j*ears.  Since  you  ask  what  they  are 
like  I  send  you  a  photograph  of  them.  They  were  given  to 
Garrick  at  Shakespeare's  jubilee  by  John  Ward,  the  actor, 
who  had  received  them  from  a  first  cousin  once  removed  of 
Shakespeare's,  with  the  assurance  that  they  were  genuine. 
On  the  death  of  Garrick  they  passed,  with  all  other  personal 
belongings,  to  his  widow,  who,  at  her  death  in  1822,  be- 
queathed them  to  Mrs.  Siddons,  who,  in  turn,  bequeathed 
them  to  Mrs.  George  Combe  of  Edinburgh,  who  bequeathed 
them  to  Mrs.  Fanny  Kemble,  who  gave  them  to  me. 

The  evidence  of  genuineness  is  fairly  good  as  evidence 
goes.  The  "first  cousin  once  removed"  is  a  weak  link,  but 
after  all  what  does  it  matter?  Let  us  have  faith,  even  the 
faith  that  enables  us  to  believe  what  we  know  is  not  true, 
such  as  theological  faith.  It  is  pleasant  to  believe  that  Shake- 
speare's gloves  are  actually  in  existence,  and  therefore  we 
will  believe  it,  ardently,   fervently,  unshakably. 


When  war  broke  out  between  England  and  France  Pitt  is 
said  to  have  predicted  that  the  people  would  soon  wring  their 
hands  instead  of  their  bells.  The  change  from  bell-ringing  to 
hand-wringing  is  quite  usual  in  the  case  of  popular  wars  and  it 
seems  to  be  the  case  now  in  Italy.  The  Italian  correspondent 
of  a  London  newspaper  says  that  distress  is  now  widespread 
and  acute.  At  Novantolo  the  unemployed  reach  nearly  75 
per  cent  and  at  Milan  we  read  of  600^  labor  organizations  in 
procession  as  a  protest  against  government  apathy.  It  would 
be  interesting  to  know  if  the  600  labor  organizations  ever 
thought  of  a  procession  as  a  protest  against  the  war.  Pre- 
sumably not.  The  sacred  People  are  never  opposed  to  a  war 
until  it  is  over  and  the  bill  is  presented.  Then  they  become 
arbitrationists  and  begin  to  talk  about  wicked  governments  that 
go  to  war  as  a  pastime.  But  we  should  like  to  offer  a  word 
of  comfort  to  the  labor  organizations  of  Milan  and  to  the 
unemployed  of  Italy.  What  are  the  vicissitudes  of  life  in 
comparison  with  the  glories  of  foreign  conquest?  Let  them 
reflect  with  patriotic  pride  on  the  fact  that  the  Italian  flag 
is  now  flying  over  many  hundreds  of  square  miles  of  desert 
sands,  awful  in  their  desolation  and  useless  alike  to  God  and 
man.  They  hailed  the  Tripoli  war  with  veritable  frenzies  of 
fervor  and  it  is  a  pity  that  there  should  be  any  slackening  of 
zeal  because  the  inevitable  price  of  war  is  human  hunger. 


finally  I  felt  that  the  room  flashed  with  the  magnitude  of  the 
story  it  would  be  in  my  power  to  tell."  But  alas  for  human 
hopes.  Mr.  Ostler  was  already  picturing  the  scare-heads  and 
the  double-leaded  type  and  the  italics  when  the  chill  hand  of 
diplomacy  descended  on  his  shoulders  and  a  suave,  precise 
voice  murmured,  "Monsieur  is  of  course  aware  that  his 
majesty  never  receives  correspondents.  Monsieur  was  re- 
ceived in  his  capacity  as  a  private  gentleman — a  gentleman 
who  will  respect  private  confidences  and  will  respect  the  im- 
perial confidences."  So  there  you  are.  We  shall  never  know 
hat  the  Sultan  of  Turkey  said  to  Mr.  Alan  Ostler,  and,  worse 
still,  w^e  shall  never  know  what  Mr.  Alan  Ostler  said  to  the 
Sultan  of  Turkey.  

Has  any  one  noticed  the  eminently  respectable  appearance 
of  the  young  thugs  lately  sentenced  in  New  York  for  the 
police  murder  for  which  Lieutenant  Becker  was  tried  and 
convicted  ?  Much  may  be  conceded  to  the  uncertainties  of 
the  newspaper  photograph,  but  it  appears  from  the  evidence 
that  these  young  hopefuls  who  would  murder  any  one  for 
a  reasonable  fee  were  devotees  of  the  Turkish  bath,  much 
addicted  to  the  manicure,  and  of  super-sensitive  tastes  in  mat- 
ters of  the  wardrobe.  And  they  look  it.  Even  their  counte- 
nances are  in  no  way  displeasing.  If  the  caption  had  told  us 
that  they  were  a  standing  committee  of  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  or 
a  choral  society  or  missionary  delegates  we  should  have  ac- 
cepted the  statement  without  surprise.  No  doubt  it  will  now 
be  discovered  that  these  young  desperadoes  have  all  the  marks 
of  the  criminal  and  the  degenerate,  but  we  can  all  be  wise 
after  the  event,  . 

Military  experts  all  over  the  world  are  now  busily  explain- 
ing why  they  were  unanimous^-  and  egregiously  wrong  in  their 
predictions  concerning  the  Turkish  wTar.  It  seems  they  sup- 
posed that  the  Bulgarians  would  play  the  game  according  to  the 
rules,  and  it  was  really  very  wrong  of  the  Bulgarians  not  to 
do  so.  If  only  they  had  followed  the  text-books  the  results 
would  have  been  quite  different  and  military  orthodoxy  would 
have  been  vindicated.  And  since  the  experts  are  already  in 
a  chastened  mood  let  us  help  the  good  work  forward  by  ad- 
vancing a  diffident  and  unmilitary  theory  to  account  for  the 
Turkish  discomfiture.  Let  us  suggest  that  the  reason  is  to 
be  found  in  the  fact  that  the  Turkish  army  was  controlled 
by  the  expert,  made  in  Germany,  while  the  Bulgarian  forces 
were  governed  by  common  sense.  And  there  is  quite  a  dif- 
ference. The  dominant  idea  in  the  mind  of  the  expert  is 
not  the  thing  that  is  to  be  done,  but  the  orthodox  way  to  set 
about  it.  In  the  ordinary  affairs  of  life,  politics,  religion, 
medicine,  etc,  the  expert  has  unlimited  sway  because  it 
really  does  not  matter  much  whether  the  thing  is  ever  done 
at  all,  and  because  cause  and  effect  are  too  far  removed  from 
each  other  and  too  obscure  to  be  easily  compared.  But  it  is 
different  in  war.  A  battle  is  either  lost  or  won,  and  quickly 
too.  War  is  an  invasion  of  the  commonplace,  and  cause  and 
effect  stand  side  by  side.  There  we  appreciate  the  thick 
and  impenetrable  skull  of  the  expert  and  measure  his  exact 
responsibility.  First  of  all  we  see  that  he  is  a  pretender, 
and  then,  if  Providence  has  given  us  the  rare  endowment  of 
intelligence,  we  recognize  that  he  is  a  pest. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


Dream  Land. 


With  every  laudable  disposition  to  disagree  with  a  bishop, 
there  is  still  something  to  be  said  for  the  Bishop  of  Chester 
when  he  deprecates  the  increasing  use  of  "swear  words"  in 
modern  fiction.  Doubtless  the  reference  was  intended  par- 
ticularly for  Kipling.  At  least  Mr.  William  Heinemann,  the 
publisher,  supposes  so,  for  he  defends  the  author  on  the 
ground  that  things  must  be  described  as  they  are  rather 
than  as  they  are  not.  Mr.  Kipling,  says  Mr.  Heinemann, 
"makes  his  private  soldiers  talk  on  the  printed  page  much  as 
they  talk  in  the  canteen  or  on  active  service."  Now  that 
statement  may  pass  muster  with  young  ladies,  but  with  no 
one  else.  Mulvaney,  Ortheris,  and  Learoyd  use  plenty  of 
iron-clad  language,  but  those  who  suppose  that  it  faithfully 
represents  their  conversation  are  entitled  to  another  guess. 
No  one  knows  better  than  Mr.  Kipling  that  no  printed  page 
could  tolerate  the  actual  conversational  style  of  his  soldiers 
three,  any  more  than  the  printed  page  would  tolerate  a  faith- 
ful picture  of,  say,  Bill  Sykes.  It  is  not  for  the  critic  to  say 
what  is  the  correct  way  to  depict  such  characters  as  Mul- 
vaney, Ortheris,  and  Learoyd,  but  we  feel  that  they  are  not 
correctly  depicted  by  a  few  examples  of  severely  expurgated 
conversation,  however  strong  the  expurgated  result  may  be. 
If  conversation  is  depended  upon  for  portraiture  then  the 
conversation  must  be  complete  and  accurate.  If  this  is  im- 
possible then  the  portraiture  should  be  done  in  some  other 
way.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryx. 


Mr.  Alan  Ostler,  special  war  correspondent  of  the  London 
lixprcss,  is  a  sad  and  a  sorrowful  man.  Thanks  to  that  ur- 
bane persuasiveness  that  is  the  peculiar  possession  of  the  spe- 
cial correspondent.  Mr.  Ostler  managed  to  secure  for  himself 
an  interview  with  the  Sultan  of  Turkey.  It  was  an  interest- 
ing conversation  and  Mr.  Ostler  admits  that  he  made  many 
faux  pas.  He  admits  that  he  crossed  one  leg  over  the  other, 
a  thing  that  we  newspaper  men  never  do  when  talking  to 
royalty,  and  he  nearly  addressed  the  Sultan  as  "Mon  cher 
m'sieur,"  which  would  have  been  ever  so  much  worse,  but 
the  Sultan  on  y  smiled  and  said.  "Go  on,  go  on."  twice,  like 
that.     Then,   says   Mr.   Ostler,    the   interview   became   an   in 

t-  fancy  chatting  informally  with  the  Sultan  of 
i    ;  t-r  men  often  do  that  sort  of  thing  and 

•:     of  it — and  "I   was  told  astonishing  things  until 


All  European  references  to  the  use  of  spectacles  be- 
fore the  year  1270  are  dubious.  Pliny's  description  of 
Xero  looking  at  the  gladiatorial  combats  in  an  emerald 
means  at  best  only  a  lorgnette,  or  most  probably  a  re- 
flecting mirror.  Roger  Bacon  seems  to  have  known 
of  magnifying  lenses  (1276),  which  soon  became  com- 
mon enough,  but  the  probable  inventor  of  spectacles  as 
such  was  a  Florentine  worthy  on  whose  tombstone  in 
the  Church  of  Santa  Croce  is  the  inscription :  "Here 
lies  Salvino  d'Armato  degli  Armati  of  Florence,  the 
inventor  of  spectacles.  May  God  forgive  his  sins. 
Anno  Domini  1317." 

Fifteen  miles  from  the  centre  of  Chicago  is  the 
largest  pheasant  farm  in  the  world.  Started  by  a  high 
school  boy  who  wanted  something  to  do  to  occupy  his 
spare  lime,  this  abode  of  the  brilliantly  plumaged  Eng- 
lish pheasant  has  grown  from  a  small  poultry  farm  of  a 
few  hundred  in  the  rear  of  his  father's  house  to  a  farm 
11  acres,  which  is  well  known  to  game  commis- 
sioners and  game  wardens  all  over  the  United  States. 
Wallace  Evans  is  the  young  man  who  started  this  novel 
experiment. 


Where  sunless  rivers  weep 
Their  waves  into  the  deep. 
She   sleeps  a  charmed  sleep  ; 

Awake  her  not- 
Led  by  a  single  star, 
She    came    from   very    far 
To    seek   where  shadows   are 

Her  pleasant  lot. 

She  left  the  rosy  morn, 
She  left  the  fields  of  corn, 
For  twilight   cold   and  lorn 

And  water  springs. 
Through  sleep,   as  through  a  veil. 
She   sees   the   sky  look  pale, 
And  hears  the  nightingale 

That  sadly  sings. 

Rest,   rest,   a  perfect  rest 
Shed   over  brow  and  breast ; 
Her  face   is  toward  the  west, 

The  purple  land. 
She   can   not   see   the  grain 
Ripening   on   hill   and   plain ; 
She   can   not   feel   the   rain 

Upon  her  hand. 

Rest,   rest,   for   evermore 

Upon  a  mossy  shore ; 

Rest,   rest  at  the  heart's  core 

Till  time  shall  cease ; 
Sleep  that  no  pain  shall  wake ; 
Night  that  no  morn  shall  break 
Till  jo3r  shall  overtake 

Her  perfect  peace. 

— Christina   Georgina  Rossetti. 


A  Sleep  Song. 
Sister   Simplicitie ! 
Sing,    sing    a    song    to    me — 

Sing  me  to  sleep  ! 
Some  legend  low   and  long, 
Slow   as  the  summer  song 

Of  the  dull  Deep ; 

Some   legend   long   and    low, 
Whose   equal   ebb   and  flow, 

To  and  fro,  creep 
On  the  dim  marge  of  gray, 
'Tween  the  soul's  night  and  day, 
Washing  "awake"  away 

Into  "asleep" ; 

Some  legend  low  and  long, 
Never  so  weak  or  strong 

As  to  let  go 
While  it  can  hold  this  heart 
Withouten  sigh  or  smart, 
Or  as  to  hold  this  heart 

When  it  sighs  No ; 

Some  long  low-swaying  song 
As  the  sway'd  shadow  long 

Sways  to  and  fro 
Where,  through  the  crowing  cocks, 
And  by  the  swinging  clocks, 
Some  weary  mother  rocks 

Some  weary  woe. 

Sing  up  and  down  to  me  ! 
Like  a  dream-boat  at  sea, 

So,  and  still  so. 
Float  through  the  "then"  and  "when," 
Rising  from  when  to  then. 
Sinking  from  then  to  when, 

While  the  waves  go ! 
Low   and  high,   high   and  low, 
Now  and  then,  then  and  now, 

Now,  now — 
And  when  the  now  is  then  and  when  the  then  is  now, 
And  when  the  low  is  high  and  when  the  high  is  low, 

Low,   low — 
Let  me  float,  let  the  boat 

Go,  go ! 
Let  me  glide,  let  me  slide. 

Slow,  slow ! 
Gliding  boat,  sliding  boat. 

Slow,  slow. 
Glide  away,  slide  away ! 

So  !  so  !       — Sydney   Thompson  Dobc'ti. 


Sleep  Song. 

Hush    the   homeless   baby's    crying. 
Tender    Sleep ! 
Every  folded  violet 
May  the  outer  storm   forget ; 
Those  wet  lids  with  kisses  drying, 
Through  them  creep ! 

Soothe  the  soul  that  lies  thought-weary. 
Murmurous   Sleep ! 
Like  a  hidden  brooklet's  song, 
Rippling  gorgeous  woods  among. 
Tinkling  down  the  mountains  dreary. 
White  and  steep. 

Breathe  thy  balm  upon  the  lonely, 
Gentle  Sleep ! 
As  the  twilight  breezes  bless 
With  sweet  scents  the  wilderness. 
Ah,  let  warm  white  dove-wings  only 
Round  them  sweep ! 

O'er  the  aged  oour  thv  blessing. 
Holy  Sleep !  * 
Like  a  soft  and  ripening  rain 
Falling  on  the  yellow  grain, 
For  the  glare  of  suns  oppressing. 
Pitying  weep  ! 

O'er  thy  still  ieas  met  together. 

Charmed  Sleep ! 
Hear  them  swell  a  drowsy  hymning. 

Swans  to  silvery  music  swimming, 
Floating  with  unruffled  feather 

O'er  the  deep!  — Lucy  Larcom. 


A  favorite  mode  of  suicide  among  the  African  tribes 
who  dwell  near  Lake  Nyassa  is  to  wade  into  the  lake 
and  calmly  wait  for  a  crocodile  to  attack. 


Before  a  fire  brigade  can  start  for  a  fire  in  Berlin  the 
members  must  all  fall  in  line  in  military  fashion  and 
salute  their  cr.ptnin. 


December  7,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


377 


THE  TRIUMPH  OF  SOAP. 


Another  Famous  London  Mansion  Changes  Owners. 


Sugar  has  had  its  turn,  and  now  dawns  the  day  of 
soap.  The  first  gave  London  the  Tate  Gallery,  the 
second  promises  to  throw  open  Stafford  House.  In 
other  words,  it  was  the  wealth  amassed  by  the  sale  of 
sugar  which  enabled  Sir  Henry  Tate  to  increase  the 
art  galleries  of  London,  and  it  is  the  profit  on  the  sale 
of  soap  which  has  given  Sir  William  H.  Lever  the 
right  to  call  Stafford  House  his  own.  For  Stafford 
House  is  no  longer  the  possession  of  the  Duke  of 
Sutherland;  his  grace  has  sold  it  out-and-out  to  the 
knight  of  Port  Sunlight  What  will  he  do  with  it? 
Rumor  answers  that  it  is  Sir  William's  intention  to 
devote  it  to  public  uses,  probably  in  the  form  of  a  pic- 
ture gallery.  Rumor  is  most  likely  well  informed.  And 
thus  it  will  come  to  pass  that  while  sugar  will  have  its 
advertisement  on  the  banks  of  the  Thames,  soap  will 
have  its  monument  on  the  edge  of  the  Green  Park. 

"Consolation"  has  been  derived  from  the  fact  that  it 
is  "not  an  American  millionaire"  who  has  entered  into 
the  possession  of  the  mansion  which  is  rightly  regarded 
as  the  noblest  private  house  in  the  British  capital.  But 
the  fate  of  the  pictures  in  Stafford  House  still  hangs 
in  the  balance.  It  has  not  transpired  up  to  the  present 
whether  the  profits  on  soap  have  also  been  equal  to 
acquiring  the  more  than  three  hundred  pictures  by  the 
Old  Masters  which  adorn  the  gallery  and  state  apart- 
ments of  the  mansion ;  if  they  come  into  the  sale-room 
it  is  more  than  probable  that  the  bids  of  American  dol- 
lars will  out-class  those  of  English  sovereigns.  And 
then  there  will  be  more  weeping  and  lamentation  and 
gnashing  of  teeth  over  the  greed  of  the  American  mil- 
lionaire. 

In  a  sense  the  change  in  the  ownership  of  Stafford 
House  is  an  illustration  of  the  American  adage  about 
the  number  of  generations  necessary  for  the  transition 
from  shirt-sleeves  to  shirt-sleeves.  Three  generations 
make  ninety  years,  and  it  is  five  years  short  of  ninety 
years  since  Stafford  House  became  the  property  of  the 
Leveson-Gower  family.  It  is,  in  fact,  but  a  little  more 
than  a  hundred  years  ago  since  the  second  Marquis 
of  Stafford,  who,  in  1833,  became  the  first  Duke  of 
Sutherland,  entered  into  the  possession  of  those  large 
estates  which  made  him  "a  leviathan  of  wealth."  That 
accession  of  riches  made  him  the  owner  of  the  famous 
Trentham  Hall  in  Staffordshire,  a  princely  mansion  in 
the  Italian  style,  but  now  neither  Trentham  nor  Staf- 
ford House  can  any  longer  be  numbered  among  the 
"seats"  of  the  first  duke's  descendants.  The  only  con- 
clusion is  that  his  successor,  the  fourth  duke,  is  not  "a 
leviathan  of  wealth." 

Where  Stafford  House  now  stands,  on  the  verge,  as 
has  been  said,  of  the  Green  Park,  and  in  the  best  posi- 
tion of  any  private  mansion  in  London,  once  stood  that 
Queen's  Library  erected  by  Caroline,  the  blue-stocking 
spouse  of  George  II.  It  was  the  second  son  of  George 
III,  that  Duke  of  York  who  got  himself  into  such  hot 
water  through  his  philandering  with  the  seductive  Mary 
Ann  Clarke,  who  cast  envious  eyes  on  the  site  and  had 
the  old  library  pulled  down  that  he  might  build  himself 
a  lordly  pleasure  house.  This  was  in  1825.  The  duke, 
however,  was  not  particularly  flush  of  funds ;  he  was 
neither  a  sugar  nor  soap  merchant;  and  in  his  ex- 
tremity he  availed  himself  of  the  more  plentifully  lined 
purse  of  the  Marquis  of  Stafford,  who  advanced  him  the 
necessary  cash  for  his  building  operations.  But  two 
years  later,  and  before  the  house  was  finished,  the  duke 
died,  and  it  was  that  catastrophe  which  led  the  Mar- 
quis of  Stafford  to  step  in  as  a  kind  of  foreclosing  mort- 
gagee. It  cost  him,  it  is  said,  seventy-two  thousand 
pounds  to  complete  the  transaction,  and  from  that  date 
until  this  present  year  of  grace  Stafford  House  has  been 
numbered  among  the  assets  of  the  Leveson-Gower 
family. 

But  seventy-two  thousand  pounds  is  by  no  means  its 
price  in  the  market.  How  much  of  the  profits  of  soap 
have  changed  hands  over  the  transfer  has  not  been  dis- 
closed, but  it  is  on  record  that  the  Marquis  of  Stafford 
provided  another  thirty  thousand  pounds  for  the  com- 
pletion of  the  mansion,  while  in  the  intervening  years 
more  than  a  quarter  of  a  million  has  been  expended 
upon  the  structure.  Its  glories  are  chiefly  internal. 
Quadrangular  in  shape  and  not  over-imposing  in  design, 
for  the  Duke  of  York  is  said  to  have  been  his  own 
architect,  its  chief  external  features  are  the  portico  of 
eight  Corinthian  columns  on  the  north  front  and  the  six 
similar  columns  which  decorate  the  south  and  west 
sides.  But  the  interior  of  the  house  has  been  the  theme 
of  many  eulogies.  Samuel  Rogers  called  it  a  "fairy 
palace,"  Etty  described  its  hall  as  "the  most  magnificent 
room  in  any  palace  or  mansion  in  England,"  Beacons- 
field  declared  the  interior  not  unworthy  of  Vicenza, 
while  Queen  Victoria  once  remarked  to  its  hostess,  "I 
have  come  from  my  house  to  your  palace." 

In  the  spacious  entrance  hall  are  those  vast  mirrored 
doors  which  were  said  to  be  opened  only  for  royal 
guests  or  the  departure  of  a  bride  of  the  house,  and 
leading  from  it  is  that  superb  staircase  which  Tom 
Moore  found  so  overwhelming.  "In  the  evening  to 
Stafford  House,"  he  wrote  in  his  diary.  "Nothing  can 
be  more  magnificent  than  the  staircase;  its  size  and 
grandeur  made  the  whole  company  look  both  pigmy 
and  dingy."  It  has  figured  in  art,  too,  for  one  of  the 
best  pictures  from  the  brush  of  the  French  artist  Lami 
perpetuates  the  aspect  of  that  staircase  on  a  gala  night 
when  the  guests  of  honor  were  Queen  Victoria  and 
'l'r   ;nce  r  „  sort.    From  the  landing  access  is  gained 


to  the  state  apartments,  the  noble  dining  and  drawing- 
rooms,  and  the  stately  picture  gallery.  White  marble 
columns  and  red  and  white  marble  floors  and  graceful 
panels  and  ornate  candelabra  heighten  the  richness  of 
the  effect.  In  such  a  setting  has  passed  many  a  festive 
night  reminiscent  of  a  glowing  painting  by  Veronese. 

Yet  wealth  and  fashion  have  had  no  monopoly  of 
the  splendors  of  Stafford  House.  From  the  reign  of 
the  second  duchess  the  mansion  has  been  the  rallying 
ground  of  humanitarians  and  charity.  It  was  within 
these  walls  was  drawn  up  the  protest  of  English  ladies 
against  American  slavery;  here,  too,  the  most  honored 
guests  have  included  Harriet  Beecher  Stowe,  Charles 
Sumner,  William  Lloyd  Garrison,  Garibaldi,  Living- 
stone, and  many  another  champion  of  worthy  causes. 
In  fact,  if  Stafford  House  is,  under  Sir  William  Lever's 
regime,  to  be  devoted  to  public  uses,  such  a  policy  will 
be  but  a  continuation  of  the  mission  to  which  the  man- 
sion has  been  devoted  in  the  past.  As  Thackeray  put 
it  in  the  case  of  Becky  Sharp,  "the  Destitute  Orange- 
girl,  the  Neglected  Washerwoman,  the  Distressed 
Muffin-man"  have  always  had  a  fast  and  generous 
friend  in  Stafford  House. 

Many  a  sale  of  work  and  garden  party  have  I  at- 
tended in  the  picturesque  grounds  of  the  mansion — sales 
of  work  whereat  exorbitant  prices  were  demanded  in 
the  sweet  name  of  charity,  and  garden  parties  now 
consecrated  to  the  exploitation  of  homespun  Suther- 
landshire  tweeds  and  anon  to  the  sanitary  advantages 
of  burial  in  wicker  coffins.  And  over  them  all,  home- 
spuns and  wicker  coffins,  the  present  duchess  was  wont 
to  preside  with  that  gliding,  languorous  grace  which 
harmonized  so  perfectly  with  her  almost  Eastern  type 
of  beauty.  She  has  developed  literary  ambitions  since 
then,  as  though  determined  to  prove  that  not  all  the 
talent  of  the  family  is  possessed  by  that  other  scribbling 
scion  of  the  house,  Lord  Ronald  Gower. 

No  date  for  the  public  opening  of  Stafford  House  has 
yet  been  announced;  it  is  probable,  however,  that  it  will 
not  be  delayed  longer  than  the  arrival  of  the  advance 
guard  of  next  season's  American  invasion.  Let  it  be 
noted  in  the  diary,  then,  as  a  sight  not  to  be  missed, 
especially  if  it  should  prove  that  the  resources  of  soap 
have  been  sufficient  to  secure  the  pictures  as  well  as  the 
house.  On  a  smaller  scale  they  represent  as  important 
a  collection  as  that  at  Hertford  House,  than  which  no 
higher  praise  can  be  given.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  November  19,  1912. 


Joseph  Davenport,  the  man  who  built  the  first  "cow- 
catcher," or  locomotive  pilot,  as  well  as  the  first  engine 
cab,  in  this  country,  died  November  28  at  Massillon, 
Ohio,  at  the  age  of  ninety-seven.  At  ninety-four  he 
completed  an  airship  model.  His  last  years  were  spent 
as  a  recluse.  It  was  in  1840  that  he  happened  on  the 
idea  of  the  pilot,  while  working  for  the  Boston  and 
Lowell  Railroad  at  Lowell,  Massachusetts.  When  told 
to  build  a  snow  plow  for  an  engine,  he  invented  a  rude 
affair  which  had  boards  instead  of  slats  on  the  side  to 
shove  the  snow  away.  It  was  used  all  winter  and  in 
the  spring  the  boards  were  torn  off,  leaving  the  frame- 
work, which  closely  resembled  the  present  pilot.  Be- 
fore it  wras  removed  it  had  prevented  so  many  cows 
from  being  run  over  that  the  railroad  decided  to  adopt 
the  pilot  as  a  permanent  part  of  the  locomotive.  He 
planned  the  first  engine  cab,  despite  the  warning  of  his 
superintendent  that  enginemen  would  loaf  if  they  had 
such  a  comfortable  place  in  which  to  work.  Until  that 
time  they  had  to  stand  in  an  open  stall  on  the  rear  of 
the  locomotive,  bundled  up  to  the  eyes  to  prevent  freez- 
ing in  cold  weather. 

A  private  retreat  for  nesting  birds  will  be  main- 
tained by  the  federal  government  near  Valentine,  Ne- 
braska. President  Taft  has  proclaimed  the  reservation 
of  613  additional  acres  on  the  abandoned  Fort  Niobrara 
reservation,  the  only  reserve  in  the  continental  United 
States  maintained  for  the  breeding  of  prairie  chickens, 
sharp-tailed  grouse,  and  quail.  Two  other  bird  reserva- 
tions were  created  by  order  of  President  Taft  and  put 
under  the  Department  of  Agriculture.  Both  are  in 
Alaska.  These  make  a  total  of  fifty-five  bird  reserva- 
tions established  to  date,  eight  of  them  in  Alaska.  It 
took  a  long  time  to  arouse  the  American  people  to  the 
necessity  of  protecting  not  only  birds,  but  game  (re- 
marks the  New  Orleans  Picayune),  and  now,  after  sev- 
eral years  of  effort  on  the  part  of  those  who  had 
matters  in  charge,  the  United  States  is  perhaps  giving 
more  attention  to  bird  and  game  preservation  than  any 
other  nation. 

After  more  than  six  years'  continuous  work  the  War 
Department  has  completed  the  duty,  specially  assigned 
to  it  by  Congress,  of  marking  the  graves  of  the  soldiers 
and  sailors  of  the  Confederate  army  and  navy  who 
died  in  Northern  prisons  and  were  buried  near  the 
prisons  where  they  died.  The  total  expense  was  with- 
in the  limits  of  the  original  appropriation  of  3200,000. 
Unexpected  difficulties  were  experienced  in  prosecuting 
the  work,  due  especially  to  the  impossibility  in  many 
cases  of  identifying  the  bodies  so  as  to  provide  an  indi- 
vidual headstone,  appropriately  inscribed,  for  the  grave 
of  each  soldier  or  sailor,  as  contemplated  by  the  law. 
The  graves  marked  with  individual  headstones  number 
nearly  10,000. 

■■■»    

Postmaster-General  Hitchcock  said  recently  that  the 
parcels  post  would  be  put  in  operation  in  every  post- 
office  in  the  country  by  January  1  and  that  he  expected 
it  to  be  self-supporting. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Theodore  Marburg,  recently  named  by  President  Taft 
as  minister  plenipotentiary  to  Belgium,  is  an  old  per- 
sonal friend  of  the  President.  He  is  a  political  econo- 
mist of  note,  and  a  trustee  of  Johns  Hopkins  University. 
He  received  his  education  at  that  university,  at  Oxford, 
at  the  Paris  School  of  Political  Science,  and  at  Heidel- 
berg. 

Shuji  Izawa,  whose  efforts  have  been  largely  re- 
sponsible for  the  Tokyo  Academy  of  Music,  has  been 
a  foremost  figure  in  the  modernization  of  Japanese 
music  since  he  established,  in  1879,  "a  bureau  for  in- 
vestigation of  music."  Of  late  years  he  has  been  espe- 
cially interested  in  the  possibility  of  uniting  native  with 
foreign  music. 

Prince  Charles  Max  Lichnowsky,  the  new  German 
ambassador  to  England,  succeeding  the  late  Baron  von 
Bieberstein,  •  began  his  diplomatic  career  in  London 
twenty-eight  years  ago.  He  has  been  stationed  since 
at  Stockholm,  Bucharest,  Constantinople,  and  Vienna. 
Besides  being  a  diplomat  he  is  a  soldier,  having  seen 
service  in  the  German  army.  He  is  a  hereditary  mem- 
ber of  the  Prussian  House  of  Peers  and  is  fifty-two 
years  old. 

Sir  Aston  Webb,  the  architect  in  charge  of  the  re- 
construction work  soon  to  begin  at  Buckingham  Palace, 
is  resoonsible  for  the  architectural  surroundings  for 
the  Victoria  Memorial  which  has  long  graced  the 
palace.  He  was  born  in  London,  and  seems  to  have 
inherited  much  of  his  talent,  his  father  having  been 
an  engraver  and  painter.  In  1866  he  was  articled  to 
the  firm  of  Banks  &  Barry.  He  was  president  of  the 
Royal  Institute  of  British  Architects,  1902-4. 

David  White,  who  succeeds  Waldemar  Lindgren,  re- 
signed, as  chief  geologist  of  the  United  States  Geo- 
logical Survey  at  Washington,  was  born  in  Palmyra, 
New  York,  in  1862.  He  has  been  geologist  of  the 
LTnited  States  Geological  Survey  since  1899.  He  is  the 
author  of  many  papers  on  geology  and  palaeontology  in 
government  and  scientific  publications.  Mr.  Lindgren 
goes  to  Boston  to  become  Rogers  professor  and  head 
of  the  geological  department  at  the  Massachusetts  In- 
stitute of  Technology. 

Adolph  Smith,  the  famous  English  sanitation  expert, 
now  visiting  this  country,  has  been  a  newspaper  cor- 
respondent in  many  parts  of  the  world,  and  long  was 
associated  with  the  London  Lancet.  He  was  in  Paris 
during  the  commune,  and  when  penniless  and  facing 
starvation  came  into  the  possession  of  a  comparatively 
recent  English  journal,  whose  news  contents  he  trans- 
lated and  sold  to  a  French  publisher,  receiving  enough 
money  to  buy  horse-meat  for  his  sustenance  during  the 
remainder  of  the  siege. 

Park  Trammell,  governor-elect  of  Florida,  began  life 
as  a  laborer,  and  won  his  way  to  distinction.  He  was 
born  on  a  farm,  and  at  an  early  age  began  picking  and 
packing  oranges.  At  sixteen  he  went  to  Tampa,  worked 
six  years,  supported  himself,  got  out  of  debt  and  paid 
for  his  law  course.  Then  he  returned  to  Lakeland, 
began  to  practice,  entered  politics,  became  mayor  of  the 
town,  went  to  the  legislature,  and  at  thirty-two  was 
elected  attorney-general  of  the  state.  He  steps  from 
that  office  into  the  position  of  governor. 

Professor  Perry  G.  Holden,  who  has  been  engaged 
by  the  International  Harvester  Company  to  administer 
a  million-dollar  fund  to  further  scientific  agriculture, 
has  for  ten  years  been  the  Iowa  state  director  of  agri- 
culture extension.  He  will  go  to  Chicago  to  take 
charge  of  the  harvester  company's  service  bureau,  and 
among  other  duties  will  direct  the  company's  42,000 
agents  throughout  the  country  in  the  distribution  of 
improved  seed,  and  plans  to  run  seed-corn  specials, 
alfalfa  specials,  and  diversified  farming  specials  in  every 
state  in  the  Union. 

Professor  Israel  Abrahams,  author  and  lecturer,  now 
visiting  in  San  Francisco,  is  one  of  the  most  distin- 
guished Jewish  scholars  in  the  world.  He  is  a  native 
of  London,  and  is  reader  in  Talmudic  and  Rabbinical 
Literature  in  the  University  of  Cambridge.  In  1907  he 
was  made  honorary  president  of  the  University  of  Glas- 
gow Theological  Society.  He  edited  the  Jewish  Ouar- 
terly  Review  from  1S89  until  1908,  and  is  still  a  regular 
contributor  to  its  columns.  A  number  of  interesting 
books  have  come  from  his  pen,  one  of  the  most  absorb- 
ing being,  "Jewish  Life  in  the  Middle  Ages."  When 
not  busy  with  his  pen  Professor  Abrahams  turns  to 
photography,  in  which  he  finds  recreation. 

Dr.  Edwin  J.  Banzhaf,  whose  research  work  has  sim- 
plified and  improved  the  method  of  manufacturing  the 
serums  which  have  robbed  lockjaw  and  dinhtheria  of 
their  terrors,  and  who  is  now  at  the  head  of  the  largest 
publicly  owned  serum  manufactory  in  the  world,  has 
made  his  own  way  since  he  was  twelve.  He  worked 
his  way  through  Lawrence  University.  Appleton,  Wis- 
consin, and  then  went  to  New  York,  where  he  clerked 
at  night  in  a  drug  store  for  $8  a  week,  underwent  dis- 
couraging privations,  and  graduated  from  Columbia  in 
1903  with  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Pharmacy.  He  will 
visit  Spain  next  summer  to  initiate  the  new  imperial 
laboratory  for  the  manufacture  of  antitoxin?,  which  is 
to  use  the  Banzhaf  methods.  His  papers  have  been 
translated  into  half  a  dozen  languages.  His  name  is 
still  unfamiliar  to  the  general  reader. 
little  self-advertising. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  7,  1912. 


THE   SHOT   IN   THE    NIGHT. 


Handsome  Harry's  Generous  Remembrance. 


Two  shots  rang  out  on  the  still  night  air.  Jane  and  1 
bounded  up  in  bed  simultaneously,  as  if  operated  by  the 
same  spring. 

"What's  that?"  she  cried. 

"Burglars,"  I  said.  "I  told  you  when  we  took  this 
apartment  on  the  ground  floor " 

"Listen!"  she  interrupted,  nervously  grasping  my 
arm. 

Another  shot,  and  the  sound  of  rapid  footsteps  drew 
near. 

"He's  coming  down  the  alley,"  Jane  whispered.  Our 
apartment  faced  an  alley,  and  was  about  twenty  feet 
from  the  ground,  as  there  was  a  basement  below. 

I  started  to  get  up,  but  Jane  held  me  in  a  vise-like 

griP- 

"Oh,  don't  go  to  the  window,"  she  whispered.    "They 

might  shoot  you." 

lane  is  one  of  those  women  who  glory  in  the  most 
sensational  detective  stories,  and  who  are  always 
dreaming  of  being  the  chief  actor  in  some  great  adven- 
ture, but  who  is.  in  reality,  the  most  timid,  shrinking, 
chicken-hearted  female  in  the  world. 

I  shook  her  off  and  went  to  the  window  and  peered 
tn,t — being  careful  to  hold  the  dark  side-drapes  in  front 
of  me.  as  I  was  clad  only  in  my  night  gown.  The 
burglar  dashed  down  the  alley  at  a  wild  speed,  but 
when  he  got  opposite  our  window  I  saw  that  he  was 
limping.  His  pursuer  did  not  follow  him.  I  suppose 
he  did  not  care  to  risk  a  hand-to-hand  encounter.  In- 
stead, he  blew  several  shrill  blasts  on  a  policeman's 
whistle. 

"Oh.  I'm  afraid  they'll  get  him,"  whimpered  Jane, 
who  had  now  mustered  up  sufficient  courage  to  creep 
lo  my  side. 

"Well,  I  should  hope  they  would,"  I  answered,  tartly. 
"There's  entirely  too  much  lawlessness  in  this  town." 

And  yet,  somehow,  I  felt  sorry  for  the  poor  limping 
creature  who  was  hunted  like  some  wild,  ferocious  ani- 
mal by  his  fellow-men. 

With  a  startled  exclamation,  Jane  pointed  down  the 
alley. 

"Look,"  she  cried,  "he's  coming  back." 

Sure  enough,  the  burglar  had  gone  straight  down  the 
alley  as  long  as  the  light  from  the  arc  at  the  corner  fell 
on  him,  but  as  soon  as  he  reached  a  dark  place,  he 
turned  and  doubled  back,  keeping  in  the  shadow  close 
to  the  house.  The  man  at  the  top  of  the  alley  could  not 
see  him. 

Two  policemen  had  answered  the  call  of  the  pursuer, 
and  together  they  had  started  down  the  alley. 

"Why,  it's  madness !"  exclaimed  Jane.  "He'll  run 
right  into  their  arms." 

But  our  Mr.  Burglar  had  no  such  intention.  At  that 
time  the  city  was  installing  its  auxiliary  water  system, 
and  huge  iron  pipes  were  left  all  over  town  to  await  the 
digging  of  the  trenches  to  put  them  in.  There  were 
three  of  them  in  a  row  against  the  wall  right  under  our 
windows.  Jane  and  I  had  been  uneasy  ever  since  they 
were  placed  there,  and  we  had  often  remarked  that  a 
man  could  hide  in  them,  as  they  were  plenty  large 
enough  for  him  to  crawl  through. 

Our  burglar  reached  the  pipe  and  dived  in  just  in  the 
nick  of  time,  for  the  policemen  were  almost  close 
enough  to  see  him. 

"What  a  foolish  thing  for  him  to  do,"  whispered 
Jane.  Her  teeth  were  chattering  now  from  excitement 
and  cold.  "That's  the  very  first  place  I  would  look 
if  I   were  a  policeman." 

We  shrank  back  behind  the  curtains  and  breath- 
lessly  watched  the  approach  of  the  three  men.  The 
pursuer  was  excitedly  telling  the  policemen  that  he  was 
Mire  the  man  would  escape,  as  he  was  almost  at  the  end 
of  the  alley  when  he  last  saw  him.  So  they  rushed  past 
without  a  glance  at  the  pipes,  but  we  didn't  breathe 
freely  again  until  we  saw  them  leave  the  alley  and 
separate  to  continue  their  search  in  different  direc- 
lions. 

"I'm  ashamed  of  you,  Jane  Cooper!"  I  said  severely. 
"Why  didn't  you  call  to  those  policemen  and  tell  them 
where  the  burglar  was?  You  know  that  was  the  right 
thing  to  do." 

"Why  didn't  you?"  she  retorted. 
\ml  I  remembered  with  a  shock  that  I,  a  member  of 
the  board  of  education,  the  first  lady  to  be  elected  to 
thai    honored    position    in    our    city,    was    aiding    and 
abetting  the  of  a  criminal. 

"What  are  we  going  lo  do  now?"  Jane  asked. 

"Nothing,"  I  snapped.  "I.  for  one,  am  going  to  bed 
ami  let  things  work  out  as  they  will.  1  certainly  shall 
take  no  hand  in  it." 

Jane  leaned  out  of  the  open  window,  and  after  as- 
suring  herself  that  no  one  was  within  ear  shot,  she  said: 

Mil!  Hist!  down  there.  Air.  Burglar.  They're  gone. 
Arc  you  injured  ?" 

After  a  short  wait,  a  head  appeared  al  the  end  of  the 
pipe,  and  a  weak  voice  said:  'Acs.  mum,  I  guess  I'm 
done  ■ 

"Where  are  you  hurt  ?" 

"It-,  my  leg — the  bullet  must  have  opened  up  an 
artery,  for  I  think  I'm  bleeding  lo  death.  I'm  that 
weak  now  that  I  couldn't  go  ten  steps,  and  they'll  soon 
come  back  ar.d  get  me.  Well,  I'll  try  to  taki  my  medi- 
cine game."     I  b    sighed  resignedly. 

!       i'l  in  in;,     tosl        ere  tune,  "is  this  your 

In    replied,  "my  very  first.     I  didn't  have 


no  tools  nor  nothing,  and  I  didn't  know  how,  and  that's 
the  reason  the  guy  heard  me.     I  didn't  get  a  thing." 

"Is  it  because  you  couldn't  get  work  that  you  turned 
to  a  life  of  crime  ?"  I  continued. 

"Yes,  mum.  Honest,  I  tried  hard  and  couldn't  get 
no  job.  I  think  maybe,  if  I  had  a  towel  to  wrap  round 
my  leg  and  stanch  the  blood  I  could  get  away  before 
they  came  back." 

"Perhaps  your  wife  and  children  were  hungry,"  I 
said,  disregarding  his  hint. 

"Yes,  mum,"  he  whined.  "And  the  baby  was  that 
sick,  and  I  didn't  have  no  money  to  get  a  doctor  with. 
If  you  have  a  drop  of  liquor  you  could  hand  down  with 
the  towel,  I  think  it  might  give  me  strength  to  get 
away." 

"That  settles  it,"  I  said  to  Jane.  "It  is  clearly  our 
duty  to  help  the  poor  man  escape,  for  the  sake  of  his 
family.  You  get  a  bath  towel,  while  I  wrap  up  the 
whisky  flask  so  it  will  not  break."  (We  always  keep  a 
half-pint  for  medicinal  purposes.) 

Jane  flew  to  the  linen-closet  and  soon  returned  with 
a  towel,  a  ball  of  twine,  and  a  five-dollar  bill. 

"Wrap  that  up  with  the  flask,"  she  said,  "for  him  to 
get  a  doctor  for  the  poor  dear  little  baby."  A  tear 
dropped  on  my  hand  as  I  reached  for  the  bill.  Jane 
is  one  of  the  weepy  kind. 

Securing  the  bundle  with  the  twine,  I  gently  lowered 
it  as  near  the  man's  hiding  place  as  possible.  I  in- 
tended to  draw  the  string  back  after  he  had  untied 
the  bundle,  but  in  my  excitement  I  dropped  the  whole 
ball. 

We  hung  out  of  the  window  anxiously  watching  both 
ends  of  the  alley  while  the  burglar  tied  up  his  wounds. 
Finally  he  spoke:  "There,  I  feel  stronger  already. 
I'm  sure  I  can  get  home  now.  Thank  you,  kind  ladies, 
the  missus  and  me  will  bless  you  to  our  dying  day." 

We  watched  him  until  he  was  lost  to  sight  in  the 
shadow  of  a  church  nearly  two  blocks  away,  and  we 
felt  sure  he  had  made  good  his  escape.  In  a  short  time 
the  policemen  came  back.  They  had  been  joined  by 
two  other  policemen  and  a  dog.  Thrills  of  excitement 
ran  all  up  and  down  my  spine  as  I  watched  them  flash 
their  lights  hither  and  thither.  It  didn't  take  long  for 
that  dog  to  hit  the  trail.  I  always  said  dogs  were 
smarter  than  men.  The  language  those  policemen  used 
when  they  discovered  they  had  gone  right  past  their 
man  was  certainly  never  intended  for  the  ears  of  ladies. 
They  found  the  empty  whisky  flask  and  the  twine.  I 
suppose  they  are  still  wondering  what  on  earth  the  man 
was  doing  with  a  ball  of  twine. 

A  week  passed  and  we  seldom  mentioned  our  mid- 
night adventure,  though  I  strongly  suspected  that  Jane 
was  writing  a  story  about  it  in  her  spare  moments  at 
the  public  library,  where  she  worked.  In  fact,  we  were 
both  just  a  little  ashamed  to  recall  that  we,  two  per- 
fectly respectable,  highly  connected  ladies,  had  thwarted 
the  officers  of  the  law ;  but  wdien  we  thought  of  the 
wife  and  poor  sick  baby,  a  glow  of  self-justification 
suffused  our  beings. 

Then  one  morning  the  postman  delivered  at  our  door 
a  package  addressed  to  us  both.  After  removing  sev- 
eral wrappings  of  paper,  we  came  to  a  dark  blue  velvet 
jewelry  case.  We  lifted  the  lid  and  fell  back  with  cries 
of  amazement.  The  box  contained  a  string  of  per- 
fectly matched  pearls,  and  a  sparkling  diamond  dog 
collar.  It  was  some  time  before  we  recovered  from 
our  astonishment  sufficiently  to  see  the  letter  that  ac- 
companied them.  With  trembling  fingers  we  tore  it 
open  and  read : 

Dear,  Kind  Ladies  :  I  am  sending  you  a  gift  for  helping 
me  escape.  The  tall  dame  in  the  curl  papers  is  to  have  first 
choice,  because  she  suggested  the  missus  and  kids  story.  I 
never  would  have  thought  of  that.  My  hands  always  work 
faster  than  my  thinkpiece.  I  am  returning  the  fiver,  too,  for 
there  aint  no  missus  and  kids — maybe  if  they  had  been,  I'd 
have  been  square.  I  feel  I  owe  you  this  jewelry,  because  if 
you'd  squealed  on  me  that  night  the  cops  would  have  divided 
the  reward  money  with  you.  It's  $10,000  that's  offered  in 
this  state  for  my  arrest,  not  to  speak  of  other  states.  Then 
I  had  $5000  in  my  pockets  that  I'd  got  from  the  safe  that  I'd 
just  cracked,  when  that  fool  watchman  caught  me.  I  wish 
cops  was  ladies.  I  always  know  how  to  get  around  the 
women. 

"Handsome  Harry"  they  call  me — but  I  didn't  think  it  was 
light  enough  for  you  dames  to  see  me. 

Your  janitor  told  me  your  names.  He  knew  who  I  meant 
when  I  told  him  the  "two  old  maids  on  the  first  floor."  [We 
ne  not  old  maids — we're  bachelor  girls.  Neither  of  us  is 
forty  yet-1 

Thanks,  kind  ladies,  from  my  heart. 

Handsome  Harry  Taylor. 

P.  S. — You  can  wear  this  swag  safely.  I  cribbed  it  in  a  city 
two  thousand  miles  from  here,  so  it  won't  be  recognized. 

San  Francisco,  December,  1912.  Jane  Dahl. 


The  more  pretentious  apartment  houses  in  Vienna 
have  a  curious  impost  levied  upon  them  (according  to 
Harper's  Weekly).  The  doors  are  closed  at  ten  o'clock 
at  night,  and  after  that  hour  every  one  who  goes  or 
comes  must  pay  20  cents  until  midnight  and  40  cents 
thereafter  until  six  o'clock  in  the  morning.  The  impost 
must  be  paid  as  many  times  as  a  man  enters  or  leaves 
a  house.  If,  for  instance,  a  person  is  in  the  house  of  a 
friend  until  one  o'clock  he  must  pay  40  cents  on  leaving 
the  friend's  house  and  another  40  cents  on  entering  his 
own.  The  money  thus  raised  is  devoted  to  protecting 
citizens  against  burglars. 


Senator  Isidor  Rayner  of  Maryland,  one  of  the  lead- 
ing Democratic  members  of  the  United  States  Senate, 
died  in  Washington  November  25.  after  a  long  illness. 
Senator  Rayner  was  ..ne  of  the  most  vigorous,  candid, 
and  effective  speakers  in  the  Senate,  and  a  statesman 
of   high    attainments. 


NEW  YORK  THEATRE  MISSES. 

New  Guesses  by  the  Playwrights  That  Have  Gone  Wide  of 
the  Mark. 


Augustus  Thomas's  new  play,  "Mere  Man,"  is  a  rank 
failure.  So  was  its  predecessor  from  his  pen,  "The 
Model."  Nobody  can  understand  this  reversal  of  form 
in  Mr.  Thomas.  He  has  usually  been  on  the  right  tack 
half  the  time,  following  a  miss  with  a  hit  as  often  as 
most  of  his  fellow  playwrights,  but  one  could  hardly 
believe  it  who  had  seen  only  his  last  two  offerings. 
It  has  been  asserted  so  positively  that  appraising  the 
value  of  a  play  before  its  presentation  on  the  stage  is 
only  guesswork  that  many  have  come  to  believe  it. 
Anybody  who  could  have  guessed  that  "Mere  Man" 
would  be  successful  is  a  tyro  at  the  game.  There  is 
not  an  agreeable  character  in  it,  nor  a  situation  that 
fairly  can  be  called  interesting.  If  there  is  a  dominant 
idea  or  motive  in  the  piece,  it  can  not  be  discovered 
with  naked  eyes  and  ears. 

The  play  was  produced  Monday  evening  at  the 
Harris  Theatre,  with  Chrystal  Heme,  Minette  Barrett, 
Helen  Orr  Daly,  Clifford  Bruce,  William  Sampson,  Or- 
lando Daly,  and  eight  other  ordinarily  competent  people 
in  the  cast,  but  not  one  of  them  could  make  anything 
of  his  or  her  part.  Miss  Heme  was  all  that  could  be 
required  in  spirit,  voice,  and  appearance,  and  would 
have  gained  the  sympathy  as  well  as  the  appreciation 
of  the  audience  had  there  been  any  justification  for  her 
efforts.  Mr.  Thomas  calls  the  concoction  a  comedy,  but 
he  did  not  examine  it  carefully  after  it  was  made  or  he 
would  have  put  it  in  some  other  class.  It  may  be  an 
attempt  at  satire  on  woman  suffrage,  a  pathetic  plea 
for  downtrodden  husbands,  an  argument  for  improved 
methods  in  dealing  -with  the  servant  problem,  any  one 
of  these  or  all.  but  it  is  not  a  comedy.  A  happy  ending 
it  has ;  some  of  those  in  the  audience  were  ready  to  in- 
sist that  any  finish  of  the  work  must  have  been  happy. 
Unless  all  signs  fail  it  will  have  concluded  its  run  be- 
fore this  letter  crosses  the  continent. 

Then  why  write  about  it?  Because  the  topic  had 
been  anticipated  for  a  long  time,  and  without  appre- 
hension of  failure.  I  did  not  believe  Mr.  Thomas 
would  miss  the  target  again,  so  soon  after  his  try  with 
"The  Model"  resulted  disastrously.  He  knows  the  the- 
atre, all  the  conventions  and  restraints  of  the  stage,  as 
few  of  our  dramatists.  He  has  written  the  best  Ameri- 
can play,  "The  Witching  Hour,"  and  many  others  of 
excellent  quality.  If  he  does  not  know  how  to  do  it 
now,  or  when  he  has  failed  to  do  it,  after  two  guesses, 
what  is  there  to  be  said  of  the  game? 

But  Mr.  Thomas  is  not  the  only  one  who  has  failed 
this  season.  There  have  been  a  good  many  more  misses 
than  hits.  Louis  N.  Parker  wrote  a  new  comedy,  "The 
Paper  Chase,"  for  Mme.  Simone,  and  that  finished  artist 
returned  from  France  to  make  another  essay  in  the 
American  field  with  this  play  as  her  medium.  It  was 
produced  at  Wallack's  this  week — I  saw  it  last  night — 
and  in  spite  of  good  opportunities  for  the  star  and  a 
thorough  appreciation  and  spirited  use  of  them  by  Mme. 
Simone,  the  piece  is  not  a  great  success.  The  story 
told  in  the  play  is  coherent  and  entertaining — it  con- 
cerns a  compromising  document  written  by  the  Duke 
of  Richelieu  and  stolen  for  diplomatic  use  by  the 
Baroness  von  Schoenberg.  Mme.  Simone  has  a  good 
role  in  the  part  of  the  baroness,  as  I  have  said — almost 
too  good,  for  she  is  on  the  stage  most  of  the  time — but 
the  play  is  not  up  to  the  standard  of  the  Bernstein  plays 
in  which  the  French  actress  made  her  first  appeals  to  a 
New  York  audience.  It  will  not  be  surprising  if  Mme. 
Simone  soon  gives  it  up  to  return,  say,  to  Rostand's  "La 
Princesse  Lointaine,"  which  she  found  the  most  ef- 
fective of  her  offerings  during  her  first  visit. 

There  are  so  many  theatres  in  Manhattan  now  that 
even  the  most  devoted  playgoer  can  not  carry  in  his 
memory  the  list  of  plays,  legitimate  and  musical,  that 
are  on  the  boards,  but  a  glance  down  the  columns  of 
theatrical  advertisements  will  develop  at  least  one 
notable  aspect.  We  are  more  interested  in  spectacle 
than  in  drama.  I  do  not  refer  especially  to  the  Hippo- 
drome show — that  is  in  a  class  by  itself,  and  remarkable 
for  its  magnitude,  its  unhurried  swiftness  of  change, 
its  precision,  its  aggregated  wonders  of  stage  carpentry 
and  management.  There  are  a  score  of  theatres  where 
the  spectacle  is  really  the  attraction,  beginning  with 
"The  Daughter  of  Heaven,"  the  Loti-Gautier  poetic 
tragedy  of  China.  "The  Whip,"  that  English  melo- 
drama brought  over  from  Drury  Lane,  with  its  sensa- 
tional railroad  smash-up  in  the  third  act,  comes  next, 
probably,  in  novelty  and  costly  equipment.  Arnold  Ben- 
nett and  Edward  Knoblauch's  "Milestones"  is  more 
valuable  as  a  set  of  illustrations  of  costumes  of  the  past 
century  than  as  dramatic  exposition.  And  the  nu- 
merous musical  comedies,  reviews,  and  burlesque  mix- 
tures continue  the  line. 

Some  serious  and  genuine  dramatic  works  are  to  be 
found,  and  they  are  not  wholly  neglected  by  the  crowd. 
Annie   Russell   and   her   company   are   playing   "Much 
Ado  about  Nothing"   at  her  new  Thirty-Ninth   Street 
Theatre,   and   playing   it   fairly  well.     Faversham   and 
Julie   Opp,  with   good  support,  are  presenting   "fiilius 
Csesar"  at  the  Lyric,  and  Toln 
as   Hamlet  at   the   Garden   on 
But  there  is  a  big  burden  of  >'■ 
lights,  salads  and  confections, 
on  the  dramatic  banqueting 
baps  the  playwrights  are  not 
try  to  follow  the  public  taste,  t 

New  York.  November  27,  1 


December  7,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


"YOUR  UNITED  STATES.' 


Arnold    Bennett    Combines  Admiration    and  Criticism    in  a 
Volume  of  First  Impressions  of  American  Life. 


Italian  artist  to  look  like  bas-relief!      But  put  your  hand  flat  (  understand ;    if    they   were    merely   very    bad,    I    could    under- 


Adequately  to  describe  one's  first  impressions  of  a 
new  country  is  an  art,  and  it  is  possesed  by  Mr.  Arnold 
Bennett.  Not  to  every  one  is  it  given  to  combine  ad- 
miration and  criticism  in  just  proportions,  but  with  a 
slight  partiality  in  favor  of  admiration.  Criticism  in 
small  quantities  is  of  course  essential  in  support  of 
the  judicial  temperament,  but  it  should  be  the  criticism 
that  suggests  perfections  yet  unattained  but  clearly  in 
view.  Mr.  Bennett  has  all  these  virtues.  He  knows 
how  to  admire,  to  criticize,  and  to  wonder,  and  nothing 
more  can  be  asked  of  the  discriminating  visitor. 

When  the  quarantine  officials  boarded  Mr.  Bennett's 
ship  in  the  Hudson  he  recognized  that  "the  United 
States  had  stretched  out  a  tentacle": 

In  no  time  at  all,  as  it  seemed,  another  and  more  formidable 
tentacle  had  folded  round  me — in  the  shape  of  two  inter- 
viewers. (How  these  men  had  got  on  board — and  how  my 
own  particular  friend  had  got  on  board — I  knew  not,  for  we 
were  yet  far  from  quay-side.)  I  had  been  hearing  all  my 
life  about  the  sublime  American  institution  of  the  interview. 
I  had  been  warned  by  Americans  of  its  piquant  dangers.  And 
here  I  was  suddenly  up  against  it !  Beneath  a  casual  and 
jaunty  exterior,  I  trembled.  I  wanted  to  sit,  but  dared  not. 
They  stood ;  I  stood.  The  two  men,  however,  were  adepts. 
They  had  the  better  qualities  of  American  dentists.  Ob- 
viously they  spent  their  lives  in  meeting  notorieties  on  in- 
bound steamers,  and  made  naught  of  it.  They  were  middle- 
aged,  disillusioned,  tepidly  polite,  conscientious,  and  rapid. 
They  knew  precisely  what  they  wanted  and  how  to  get  it. 
Having  got  it,  they  raised  their  hats  and  went.  Their  printed 
stories  were  brief,  quite  unpretentious,  and  inoffensive — 
though  one  of  them  did  let  out  that  the  most  salient  part  of 
me  was  my  teeth,  and  the  other  did  assert  that  I  behaved 
like  a  schoolboy.  (Doubtless  the  result  of  timidity  trying  to 
be   dignified — this   alleged   schoolboyishness  !) 

But  there  were  other  interviewers  to  come,  and  some 
of  them,  a  minority,  were  inefficient.  Mr.  Bennett  ad- 
mits that  he  does  not  mind  hasty  misrepresentations. 
He  does  not  mind  a  certain  agreeable  malice — he  does 
a  bit  in  that  line  himself — but  he  does  object  to  in- 
efficiency, "especially  in  America,  where  sundry  kinds 
of  efficiency  have  been  carried  further  than  any  ef- 
ficiency was  ever  carried  before": 

Now  this  sort  of  interviewer  too  often  prefaces  the  opera- 
tion itself  by  the  remark  that  he  really  doesn't  know  what 
question  to  ask  you.  (Too  often  I  have  been  tempted  to  say  : 
"Why  not  ask  me  to  write  the  interview  for  you?  It  will 
save  you  trouble.")  Having  made  this  remark,  the  inter- 
viewer usually  proceeds  to  give  a  sketch  of  her  own  career, 
together  with  a  conspectus  of  her  opinions  on  everything,  a 
reference  to  her  importance  in  the  interviewing  world,  and 
some  glimpse  of  the  amount  of  her  earnings.  This  achieved, 
she  breaks  off  breathless  and  reproaches  you:  "But,  my  dear 
man,  you  aren't  saying  anything  at  all.  You  really  must 
say  something."  ("My  dear  man"  is  the  favorite  form  of 
address  of  this  sort  of  interviewer  when  she  happens  to  be  a 
girl.)  Too  often  I  have  been  tempted  to  reply:  "Cleopatra, 
or  Helen,  which  of  us  is  being  interviewed?"  When  he  has 
given  you  a  chance  to  talk,  this  sort  of  interviewer  listens, 
helps,  corrects,  advises,  but  never  makes  a  note.  The  result 
the  next  morning  is  the  anticipated  result.  The  average 
newspaper  reader  gathers  that  an  extremely  brilliant  young 
man  or  woman  has  held  converse  with  a  very  commonplace 
stranger  who,  being  confused  in  his  or  her  presence,  com- 
mitted a  number  of  absurdities  which  offered  a  strong  and 
painful  contrast  to  the  cleverness  and  wisdom  of  the  brilliant 
youth.  This  result  apparently  satisfies  the  average  newspaper 
reader,   but  it  does  not  satisfy  the  expert. 

Tammany,  insists  the  author,  is  not  a  "blot  on  the 
social  system,"  as  he  was  assured.  A  civilization  is 
indivisibly  responsible  for  itself,  a  responsibility  that 
will  not  be  lessened  on  the  Day  of  Judgment  by  bap- 
tizing certain  portions  of  itself  as  "blots."  But  it  is 
more  important  to  note  that  Mr.  Bennett  was  disap- 
pointed with  Broadway.  It  "lacks  distinction,"  al- 
though its  first  two  miles  "strike  you  with  a  vague  and 
uneasy  awe" : 

I  went  through  sundry  disappointments.  I  had  expected 
to  be  often  asked  how  much  I  earned.  I  never  was  asked. 
I  had  expected  to  be  often  informed  by  casual  acquaintances 
of  their  exact  income.  Nobody,  save  an  interviewer  or  so 
and  the  president  of  a  great  trust,  ever  passed  me  even  a  hint 
as  to  the  amount  of  his  income.  I  had  expected  to  find  an 
inordinate  amount  of  tippling  in  clubs  and  hotels.  I  found, 
on  the  contrary,  a  very  marked  sobriety.  I  had  expected  to 
receive  many  hard  words  and  some  insolence  from  paid 
servants,  such  as  trainmen,  tram-men,  lift-boys,  and  police- 
men. From  this  class,  as  from  the  others,  I  received  nothing 
but  politeness,  except  in  one  instance.  That  instance,  by  the 
way,  was  a  barber  in  an  important  hotel,  whom  I  had  most 
respectfully  requested  to  refrain  from  bumping  my  head  about. 
"Why?"  he  demanded.  "Because  I've  got  a  headache,"  I  said. 
"Then  why  didn't  you  tell  me  at  first?"  he  crushed  me.  "Did 
you  expect  me  to  be  a  thought-reader?"  But,  indeed,  I  could 
say  a  lot  about  American  barbers.  I  had  expected  to  have 
my  tempting  fob  snatched.  It  was  not  snatched.  I  had  ex- 
pected to  be  asked,  at  the  moment  of  landing,  for  my  mature 
opinion  of  the  United  States,  and  again  at  intervals  of  about 
a  quarter  of  an  hour,  day  and  night,  throughout  my  stay. 
But  I  had  been  in  America  at  least  ten  days  before  the  ques- 
tion was  put  to  me,  even  in  jest.  I  had  expected  to  be  sur- 
rounded by  boasting  and  impatient  vanity  concerning  the 
achievements  of  the  United  States  and  the  citizens  thereof. 
I  literally  never  heard  a  word  of  national  boasting,  nor  ob- 
served the  slightest  impatience  under  criticism.  ...  I  say 
I  had  expected  these  things.  I  would  be  more  correct  to 
say  that  I  should  have  expected  them  if  I  had  had  a  rumor- 
believing  mind  :  which  I  have  not. 

Mr.  Bennett  visited  the  Capitol  at  Washington  and  it 
impressed  him.  He  was  astonished — although  he  ad- 
mits that  he  ought  not  to  have  been — that  the  Capitol 
appeals  to  the  historic  sense  just  as  much  as  any  other 
vast  legislative  palace  of  the  world : 

The  young  guide,  Jimmy,  who  by  birth  and  genius  evidently 
belonged  to  the  universal  race  of  guides,  was  there  to  keep 
my  ideas  right  and  my  eyes  open.  He  was  infiniiely  pre- 
cocious, and  after  his  own  fashion  would  have  done  honor  to 
any  public  monument  in  the  East.  Such  men  are  only  bred 
in   the  very  shadow  of  genuine  history. 

"See,"   he   =aid,    touching   a    wall.     "Painted   by    celebrated 


against  it,  and  you'll  see  it  isn't  carved!"  One  might  have 
been  in  Italy. 

And  a  little  later  he  was  saying  of  other  painting: 

"Although  painted  in  eighteen  hundred  sixty-five — forty- 
six  years  ago — you  notice  the  flesh  tints  are  as  fresh  as  if 
painted  yesterday  !" 

This,  I  think,  was  the  finest  remark  I  ever  heard  a  guide 
make — until  this  same  guide  stepped  in  front  of  a  portrait 
of  Henry  Clay,  and,  after  a  second's  hesitation,  threw  off 
airily,   patronizingly: 

"Henry  Clay — quite  a  good  statesman  !" 

In  the  Congress  chamber  the  author  saw  "the  weird- 
est collection  of  ugly  statues  that  I  ever  beheld."  But 
they  were  not  more  ugly  than  others  that  may  be  found 
all  over  Europe.  It  is  a  different  kind  of  ugliness,  but 
"the  most  crudely  ugly  mural  decorations  in  the  world 
are  to  be  found  all  over  Italy,"  while  France  furnishes 
"the  most  atrociously  debased  architecture  in  the 
world" : 

"And  here's  Frances  Willard !"  cried,  ecstatically,  a  young 
woman  in  one  of  the  numerous  parties  of  excursionists  whose 
more  deliberate  paths  through  the  Capitol  we  were  continually 
crossing   in   our  swift  course. 

And  while,  upon  the  spot  where  John  Quincy  Adams  fell, 
I  pretended  to  listen  to  the  guide,  who  was  proving  to  me 
from  a  distance  that  the  p'.ace  was  as  good  a  whispering- 
gallery  as  any  in  Europe,  I  thought:  "And  why  should  not 
Frances  Willard's  statue  be  there?  I  am  glad  it  is  there. 
And  I  am  glad  to  see  these  groups  of  provincials  admiring 
with  open  mouths  the  statues  of  the  makers  of  their  hislor3r, 
though  the  statues  are  chiefly  painful."  And  I  thought  also  : 
"New  York  may  talk,  and  Chicago  may  talk,  and  Boston  may 
talk,  but  it  is  these  groups  of  provincials  who  .are  the  real 
America."  They  were  extraordinarily  like  people  from  the 
Five  Towns — that  is  to  say,  extraordinarily  like  comfortable 
average  people  everywhere, 

Bostonians  will  be  pleased  by  the  author's  admission 
that  Boston  is  a  city  by  itself.  It  is  different  from  all 
other  American  cities  because  "it  is  finished."  One  may 
say  of  other  cities  that  they  will  be,  but  Boston  is : 

Another  leading  impression,  which  remains  with  me,  is  that 
Boston  is  not  so  English  as  it  perhaps  imagines  itself  to  be. 
An  interviewer  (among  many)  came  to  see  me  about  Boston, 
and  he  came  with  the  fixed  and  sole  notion  in  his  head  that 
Boston  was  English.  He  would  have  it  that  Boston  was 
English.  Worn  down  by  his  persistency,  I  did,  as  a  fact, 
admit  in  one  obscure  corner  of  the  interview  that  Boston 
had  certain  English  characteristics.  The  scare-head  editor 
of  the  interviewing  paper,  looking  through  his  man's  copy 
for  suitable  prey,  came  across  my  admission.  It  was  just 
what  he  wanted;  it  was  what  he  was  thirsting  for.  In  an 
instant  the  scare-head  was  created:  "Boston  as  English  as  a 
muffin  !"  An  ideal  scare-head  !  That  I  had  never  used  the 
word  "muffin"  or  any  such  phrase  was  a  detail  exquisitely 
unimportant.  The  scare-head  was  immense.  It  traveled  in 
fine  large  type  across  the  continent.  I  met  it  for  weeks 
afterward  in  my  press-cuttings,  and  I  doubt  if  Boston  was 
altogether  delighted  with  the  comparison.  I  will  not  deny 
that  Boston  is  less  strikingly  un-English  than  sundry  other 
cities.  I  will  not  deny  that  I  met  men  in  Boston  of  a  some- 
what pronounced  English  type.  I  will  not  deny  that  in  cer- 
tain respects  old  Kensington  reminds  me  of  a  street  here  and 
there  in  Boston — such  as  Mount  Vernon  Street  or  Chestnut 
Street.  But  I  do  maintain  that  the  Englishness  of  Boston 
has   been   seriously  exaggerated. 

Among  lesser  American  institutions  that  appealed  to 
Mr.  Bennett  is  the  telephone.  The  European  telephone 
is  a  toy  compared  with  the  "inexorable  seriousness  of 
the  American  telephone" : 

The  American  is  ruthlessly  logical  about  the  telephone. 
The  only  occasion  on  which  I  was  in  really  serious  danger 
of  being  taken  for  a  madman  in  the  United  States  was  when, 
in  a  Chicago  hotel,  I  permanently  removed  the  receiver  from 
the  telephone  in  a  room  designed  (doubtless  ironically)  for 
slumber.  The  whole  hotel  was  appalled.  Half  Chicago  shud- 
dered. In  response  to  the  prayer  of  a  deputation  from  the 
management  I  restored  the  receiver.  On  the  horrified  face 
of  the  deputation  I  could  read  the  unspoken  query:  "Is 
it  conceivable  that  you  have  been  in  this  country  a  month 
without  understanding  that  the  United  States  is  primarily 
nothing  but  a  vast  congeries  of  telephone-cabins?"  Yes,  I 
yielded  and  admired  !  And  I  surmise  that  on  my  next  visit 
I  shall  find  a  telephone  on  every  table  of  every  restaurant  that 
respects  itself. 

Then  there  is  the  American  business  man.  Mr.  Ben- 
nett met  the  president  of  an  insurance  company,  who 
told  him  that  for  ten  years  his  wife  never  saw  him. 
Asked  what  he  did  with  himself  in  the  evenings,  the 
magnate  confessed  that  he  "read  insurance  literature": 

Such  a  type  of  man  is,  of  course,  to  be  found  in  nearly 
every  country;  but  the  type  flourishes  with  a  unique  profusion 
and  perfection  in  the  United  States  ;  and  in  its  more  promi- 
nent specimens  the  distinguishing  idiosyncrasy  of  the  average 
American  successful  man  of  business  is  magnified  for  our 
easier  inspection.  The  rough,  broad  difference  between  the 
American  and  the  European  business  man  is  that  the  latter 
is  anxious  to  leave  his  work,  while  the  former  is  anxious  to 
get  to  it.  The  attitude  of  the  American  business  man  toward 
his  business  is  preeminently  the  attitude  of  an  artist.  You 
may  say  that  he  loves  money.  So  do  we  all — artists  particu- 
larly. No  stockbroker's  private  journal  could  be  more  full 
of  dollars  than  Balzac's  intimate  correspondence  is  full  of 
francs.  But  whereas  the  ordinary  artist  loves  money  chiefly 
because  it  represents  luxury,  the  American  business  man 
loves  it  chiefly  because  it  is  the  sole  proof  of  success  in  his 
endeavor.  He  loves  his  business.  It  is  not  his  toil,  but  his 
hobby,  passion,  vice,  monomania — any  vituperative  epithet  you 
like  to  bestow  on  it!  He  does  not  look  forward  to  living  in 
the  evening  ;  he  lives  most  intensely  when  he  is  in  the  midst 
of  his  organization.  His  instincts  are  best  appeased  by  the 
liourly  excitements  of  a  good,  scrimmaging  commercial  day. 
He  needs  these  excitements  as  some  natures  need  alcohol. 
He  can  not  do   without   them. 

American  traveling  facilities  excite  Mr.  Bennett's  ad- 
miration, but  he  does  not  think  that  they  are  superior 
to  those  of  Europe.  The  best  of  American  trains  arc 
excellent,  but  the  average  is  not  higher  than  in  the  Old 
World.    And  then  we  have  a  criticism  of  the  taxicab: 

There  remains  the  supreme  mystery  of  the  vices  of  the 
American  taxicab.  I  sought  an  explanation  of  this  from 
various  persons,  and  never  got  one  that  was  convincing.  The 
most  frequent  explanation,  at  any  rate  in  New  York,  was 
that  the  great  hotels  were  responsible  for  the  vices  of  the 
American  taxicab,  by  reason  of  their  alleged  outrageous 
charges  to  the  companies  for  the  privilege  of  waiting  for  hire 
at    their    august    porticos.      I    listened    with    respect,    but    with 


stand ;  if  they  were  merely  numerically  insufficient  for  the 
number  of  people  willing  to  pay  for  taxicabs,  I  could  under- 
stand. But  that  they  should  be  at  once  very  dear,  very  bad, 
and  most  inconveniently  scarce,  baffled  and  still  baffles  me. 
The  sum  of  real  annoyance  daily  inflicted  on  a  rich  and  busy 
but  craven-hearted  city  like  New  York  by  the  eccentricity  of 
its  taxicab  organization  must  be  colossal. 

The  American  restaurant  is  by  no  means  perfect,  but 
its  defects  are  those  common  to  all  restaurants  every- 
where. In  a  New  York  restaurant  Mr.  Bennett  heard 
a  Chopin  ballade  well  played  on  a  good  piano  and  it 
was  listened  to  in  appreciative  silence,  an  "event  quite 
unique  in  my  experience" : 

Nor  would  I  complain  that  the  waiter  in  the  great  restau 
rant  neither  understands  English  nor  speaks  a  tongue  which 
resembles  English,  for  this  characteristic,  too,  is  very  marked 
across  the  Atlantic.  (One  night,  in  a  Boston  hotel,  after 
lingual  difficulties  with  a  head-waiter,  I  asked  him  in  French 
if  he  was  not  French.  He  cuttingly  replied  in  waiter's 
American:  "I  was  French,  but  now  I  am  an  American."  In 
another  few  years  that  man  will  be  referring  to  Great 
Britain  as  "the  old  country.")    .    .    . 

No  ;  what  disconcerts  the  European  in  the  great  American 
restaurant  is  the  excessive,  the  occasionally  maddening  slow- 
ness of  the  service,  and  the  lack  of  interest  in  the  service. 
Touching  the  latter  defect,  the  waiter  is  not  impolite;  he  is 
not  neglectful.  But  he  is,  too  often,  passively  hosti'.e,  or,  at 
best,  neutral.  He,  or  his  chief,  has  apparently  not  grasped 
the  fact  that  buying  a  meal  is  not  like  buying  a  ton  of  coal. 
If  the  purchaser  is  to  get  value  for  his  money,  he  must  enjoy 
his  meal;  and  if  he  is  to  enjoy  the  meal,  it  must  not  merely 
be  efficiently  served,  but  it  must  be  efficiently  served  in  a 
sympathetic  atmosphere.  The  supreme  business  of  a  good 
waiter  is  to  create  this  atmosphere.  True,  that  even  in  the 
country  which  has  carried  cookery  and  restaurants  to  loftier 
heights  than  any  other — I  mean,  of  course,  Belgium,  the  little 
country  of  little  restaurants — the  subtle  ether  which  the  truly 
civilized  diner  demands  is  rare  enough.  But  in  the  great 
restaurants  of  the  great  cities  of  America  it  is,  I  fancy,  rarer 
than  anywhere  else. 

The  author  would  like  to  have  practical  experience 
of  middle-class  life  in  New  York  and  to  know  the  real 
immediate  effect  of  its  average  education  reacting  on 
its  average  character  in  its  average  circumstances.  But 
this  is  naturally  denied  to  the  visiting  stranger,  who 
must  be  content  with  his  imaginative  visions : 

Now  and  then  I  had  the  good  fortune  to  come  across  illumi- 
nating stories  of  New  York  dailiness,  tales  of  no  important 
event,  but  which  lit  up  for  me  the  whole  expanse  of  existence 
in  the  hinterlands  of  the  Elevated.  As,  for  instance,  the 
following:  The  tiny  young  wife  of  the  ambitious  and  feverish 
young  man  is  coming  home  in  the  winter  afternoon.  She  is 
forced  to  take  the  street-car,  and  in  order  to  take  it  she  is 
forced  to  fight.  To  fight,  physically,  is  part  of  the  daily  round 
of  the  average  fragile,  pale,  indomitable  New  York  woman. 
In  the  swaying  crowd  she  turns  her  head  several  times,  and 
in  tones  of  ever-increasing  politeness  requests  a  huge  male 
animal  behind  her  to  refrain  from  pushing.  He  does  not 
refrain.  Being  skilled,  as  a  mariner  is  skilled  in  beaching 
himself  and  a  boat  on  a  surfy  shore,  she  does  ultimately 
achieve  the  inside  of  the  car,  and  she  sinks  down  therein 
apparently  exhausted.  The  huge  male  animal  follows,  and 
as  he  passes  her,  infuriated  by  her  indestructible  politeness, 
he  sticks  his  head  against  her  little  one  and  says,  threaten- 
ingly, "What's  the  matter  with  you,  anyway?"  He  could 
crush  her  like  a  butterfly,  and,  moreover,  she  is  about  ready 
to  faint.  But  suddenly,  in  uncontrollable  anger,  she  lifts  that 
tiny  gloved  hand  and  catches  the  huge  male  animal  a  smart 
smack  in  the  face.  "Can't  you  be  polite  ?"  she  hisses.  Then 
she  drops  back,  blushing,  horrified  by  what  she  has  done. 
She  sees  another  man  throw  the  aghast  male  animal  violently 
out  of  the  car,  and  then  salute  her  with :  "Madam,  I  take 
off  my  hat  to  you."  And  the  tired  car  settles  down  to 
apathy,  for,  after  all,  the  incident  is  in  its  essence  part  of  the 
dailiness  of  New  York. 

The  author  had  been  told  that  millionaires  and  presi- 
dents of  trusts  were  chiefly  responsible  for  the  back- 
wardness of  public  opinion  in  the  United  States,  and 
lie  was  anxious  to  meet  "these  alleged  sinister  crea- 
tures." He  found  that  there  were  all  kinds  of  million- 
aires, just  as  of  other  classes.  He  met  a  millionaire 
president  and  "he  convinced  me  of  his  uprightness  and 
of  his  benevolence.  He  showed  a  nice  regard  for  the 
claims  of  the  republic  and  a  proper  appreciation  of 
what  true  public  spirit  is" : 

Some  time  afterward  I  was  talking  to  a  very  prominent 
New  York  editor,  and  the  conversation  turned  to  millionaires, 
whereupon  for  about  half  an  hour  the  editor  agreeably  re- 
counted circumstantial  stories  of  the  turpitude  of  celebrated 
millionaires — stories    which    he    alleged    to    be    authentic    ami 

undeniable  in  every  detail.     I  had  to  gasp.     "But  surely " 

I  exc'.aimed,  and  mentioned  the  man  who  had  so  favorably 
impressed  me. 

"Well,"  said  the  editor,  reluctantly,  after  a  pause,  "I  admit 
he  has  the  new  sense  of  right  and  wrong  to  a  greater  extent 
than'  any  of  his   rivals." 

I  italicize  the  heart  of  the  phrase  because  it  is  italicized  in 
my  memory.  No  words  that  I  heard  in  the  United  States 
ninre  profoundly  struck  me.  Yet  the  editor  had  used  them 
quite  ingenuously,  unaware  that  he  was  saying  anything  singu- 
lar! .  .  .  Since  when  is  the  sense  of  right  and  wrong  "new" 
in   America? 

Perhaps  all  that  the  editor  meant  was  that  public  spirit  in 
its  higher  forms  was  growing  in  the  United  States,  and  be- 
ginning to  show  itself  spectacularly  here  and  there  in  the 
immense  drama  of  commercial  and  industrial  policies.  Tiiat 
public  spirit  is  growing,  I  believe.  It  chanced  that  I  found 
the  basis  of  my  belief  more  in  Chicago  than  anywhere  else. 

And  here  we  must  leave  Mr.  Bennett  and  his  delight- 
ful book  that  shows  us  better  than  any  of  its  kind  how 
"ithers  see  us."  Mr.  Bennett  says  that  he  will  not  avow 
his  own  shortcomings  for  his  task,  since  others  will 
doubtless  be  more  sensible  of  them  than  he  is  himself, 
but  to  this  he  adds  the  gracious  admission  that  '"on  the 
subject  of  America  I  do  not  even  know  enough  td  be 
fully  aware  of  my  own  ignorance." 

Your  United  States.  By  Arnold  Bennett.  Illus- 
trated bv  Frank  Craig.  New  York  :  1  [arper  &  Brotlu  rs  : 
*2  net  '  

Nearly  one-ninth  of  the  population  ,,\  the  United 
States  consists  of  negroes,  of  whom  there  are  10, 
000,000.  Of  this  number  8.749,390  make  their  homes 
n  the  Southern  States,  and  80  per  cent  live  in 


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December  7,  1912. 


A  Thrilling  New 
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It  seems  almost  a  tragedy  that  any  stranger 
should  visit  Philadelphia  without  the  guidance 
of  this  delightful  book  by  H.  D.  Eberlein  and 
H.  M.  Lippincott.  He  could  hardly  carry  it  in 
his  pocket,  for  it  is  much  too  large,  but  he 
could  carry  its  contents  in  his  mind,  and  this 
he  would  be  sure  to  do  after  a  first  access  to 
its  pages.  That  Philadelphia  was  peculiarly 
representative  of  the  early  story  of  the  na- 
tion is  a  commonplace  of  history,  but  the 
visitor,  however  well  versed  in  history,  will 
hardly  realize  without  such  aid  as  this  the 
number  and  the  interest  of  the  old  houses 
that  remain  and  whose  walls  are  so  saturated 
with  romance,  achievement,  tragedy,  and  tri- 
umph. 

The  authors  divide  their  pages  among  some 
sixty  historic  houses,  giving  to  each  one  a 
chapter  of  description  and.  dealing  adequately 
with  the  scenes  of  which  it  was  a  witness. 
Probably  no  other  city  in  America  could  fur- 
nish such  a  gallery,  or  offer  so  many  direct 
links  with  a  great  past  as  Philadelphia. 

There  are  many  ways  of  telling  such  a  story 
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The  Colonial  Homes  of  Philadelphia  and  Its 
Neighborhood.  By  Harold  Donaldson  Eberlein 
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The  Ephebic  Oath. 

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"The  Ephebic  Oath"  being  the  first  of  them, 
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"The  Life  of  Henry  the  Eight"  has  been 
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Brothers;  $1.25  net).  Obviously  written  from 
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"The  Children's  Longfellow,"  by  Alice 
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as  to  the  wisdom  of  such  paraphrases  the 
work  is  unquestionably  well  done. 

The  Home  Correspondence  School  of 
Springfield,  Massachusetts,  has  published  Vol- 
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Ricardo  and  so  many  other  economists,  whose 
ideal  society  was  that  of  "a  soulless  mechan- 
ism driven  by  self-interest  as  the  motive 
power." 

"Mother  and  Baby,"  by  Anne  B.  Newton, 
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and  moral  health  and  gives  many  suggestions 
for  securing  the  proper  balance  between 
them. 

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include  four  volumes  of  the  best-known 
American  speeches,  and  we  now  have  the 
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Mr.  Bok,  editor  of  the  Ladies'  Home  Jour- 
nal, has  had  an  honor  accorded  him  which 
many  a  famous  man  in  history  has  gained  be- 
fore him.  The  November  number  of  his 
magazine  a  year  ago  has  been  burned  in  pub- 
lic by  the  women  suffragists  of  a  Western 
state  at  their  meeting  held  to  celebrate  the 
recent  successes.  In  that  number,  it  is  stated, 
was  an  article  in  which  the  women  voters  of 
California   were   criticized   adversely. 

"Carmen  Sylva,  and  Sketches  from  the 
Orient"  is  the  title  of  a  new  book  by  Pierre 
Loti,  which  the  Macmillan  Company  will  pub- 
lish immediately.  The  translation  is  the  work 
of  Mr.  Fred  Rothwell. 

The  English  translation  of  "Social  Life  in 
the  Insect  World,"  by  J.  H.  Fabre,  the  famous 
French  scientist,  has  proved  so  popular  in 
this  country  that  a  third  large  edition  has 
been  ordered  by  the  American  publishers,  the 
Century  Company. 

G.  K.  Chesterton  has  added  his  meed  of 
praise  to  Emily  Bronte,  the  woman  writer 
who  of  all  others  has  perhaps  won  most  un- 
stinted praise  from  men.  A  splendid  creature. 
Chesterton  calls  the  author  of  "Wuthering 
Heights."  and  the  book  itself  he  finds  splen- 
did. "But  there  is  nothing  human  about  it. 
h   might  have  been  written  by  an  eagle." 


The  Pump  as  a  Civilizer 

The  pump  is  building  up  small  farms 
and  homes,  populating  the  country,  and 
making  green  fields  and  fruitful  orchards 
to  grow  where  desert  or  dry  plain  existed 
before. 

The  railroad,  the  irrigating  canal,  and 
the  pump — where  would  the  country  be 
without  them?  They  have  gone  up  and 
down  the  land,  conquering  all  before  them, 
and  in  this  great  work  the  humble  pump 
holds  a  most  unique  position.  Being  a 
private  institution,  except  in  certain  in- 
stances, it  enables  the  landowner  to  con- 
trol his  water  system,  with  the  complete 
satisfaction  of  knowing  that  he  can  have 
water  and  plenty  of  it,  whenever  he  de- 
sires, by  simply  raising  a  lever  and  libe- 
rating the  electric   operating  power. 

Irrigation  is  the  vital  question  with  the 
hundreds  who  are  hungering  for  land, 
barkening  to  the  back-to-the-farm  cry,  and 
the  part  which  electricity  plays  in  satisfy- 
ing their  demands  is  truly  remarkable. 
In  sections  where  big  canals  are  not 
available  the  electrically  driven  pump 
is  performing  wonders,  and  because  the 
electric  motor  is  easy  to  install  and  simple 
to  operate  the  system  is  rapidly  becoming 
a  favorite  wherever  it  has  been  tried. 

This  is  a  new  field  for  electric  power, 
and  is  fast  growing.  The  future  possibili- 
ties are  limited  only  by  the  acreage  capable 
of  being  placed  under  cultivation.  Quick 
to  realize  this,  and  at  the  same  time  to 
encourage  the  farmer  in  this  progressive 
movement,  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric 
Company,  always  foremost  in  the  field,  has 
made  an  especially  low  rate  for  power  for 
irrigation  purposes.  The  result  is  seen  in 
a  surprising  increase  in  the  number  of 
such  pumping  plants,  for  electric  current 
is  supplied  where  the  pumping  is  to  be 
done,   regardless  of  location. 

Just  how  rapidly  this  increase  has  de- 
veloped may  be  observed  from  the  fact  that 
during  1911  the  company  contracted  for 
13,592  horsepower  in  new  business  to  be 
used  entirely  for  industrial  and  agri- 
cultural purposes.  The  Marysville  district 
is  one  of  the  most  pleasing  exemplifica- 
tions of  electricity  for  irrigating  purposes, 
but  trained  solicitors  are  also  at  work  in 
other  sections,  demonstrating  the  many 
uses  of  electricity  on  the  farm — and,  by 
the  way,  it  will  be  but  a  short  time  be- 
fore the  farmer  will  electrically  light  his 
home — and  the  year  just  drawing  to  a 
close  should  show  a  very  satisfactory 
growth  of  this  phase  of  the  power  busi- 
ness. 

Conservative  estimates  have  been  made 
that  there  exists  within  the  territory  of 
the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric  over  12,- 
000,000  acres  susceptible  of  irrigation  and 
capable  of  supporting  a  population  of  at 
least  2,000,000  people.  In  that  empire  can 
be  raised  any  of  the  cereals  and  fruits 
which  have  made  California  famous. 
Some  day  these  twelve  million  acres  will 
be  garden  spots  and  fully  peopled,  and  to 
that  end  the  Pacific  Gas  and  Electric  Com- 
pany has  its  experts  in  the  field  carrying 
'on  a  campaign  of  education  among  the 
farmers  to  the  manifold  advantages  of 
irrigation  properly  applied,  as  well  as  the 
many  blessings  of  electricity  in  the  home, 
for  it  can  be  put  to  so  many  uses  at  such 
a  small  cost  that  eventually  the  man  in 
the  country  will  enjoy  every  convenience 
known  to  his  city  brother. 


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Ten  Reasons  Why  Charter  Amendment 

No.  27  Should  Be  Rejected 

On  December  10th: 

lst~Because  its  title,  "  Local  Option  for  Districts,"  is  misleading,  since  there 
is  no  limit  to  the  size  of  the  "Districts."  They  must  embrace  not  less 
than  fifty  blocks,  but  they  may  include  100 — 200 — or — 1,000  blocks,  so  long  as  no 
established  election  precinct  is  divided. 

2nd~Because  the  "Districts"  are  not  confined  to  residence  sections,  but  may 
consist  of  "ANY  PORTION  OF  THE  CITY  OF  SAN  FRANCISCO." 

3rd— Because  this  amendment  would  enable  advocates  of  the  measure  to  tack 
business  sections  on  to  residence  sections  and  wipe  out  the  licenses  of 
our  hotels,  cafes,  restaurauts  and  clubs  which  sell  in  quantities  less  than  one  quart  to 
be  drunk  on  the  premises. 

4th--Because  the  necessary  25  per  cent  of  signatures  to  a  petition  to  force  an 
election  covering  residence  and  business  sections,  might  be  secured  from  the  residence 
territory  without  giving  the  business  sections  the  slightest  voice  in  the  matter. 


5th- 


6th- 


-Because  the  whole  Panama-Pacific  International  Exposition  grounds 
might  easily  be  dried  up  by  tacking  it  on  to  a  residence  section.  There  is  no  vote 
there  and  consequently  fifty  or  more  blocks  adjoining  the  site  could  easily  make  it 
"no  license"  territory. 


-Because  the  men  who  helped  to  frame  Charter  Amendment  No.  27  are 
using  every  effort  to  make  California  dry  by  1915. 

7th~Because  at  this  time  we  can  not  afford  to  encourage  internal  fights. 
"We  must  bring  in  5,000,000  visitors  to  San  Francisco  during  1915  to  insure  the 
success  of  the  Exposition,  and  to  accomplish  this  task  the  whole  city  must  work 
harmoniously. 

8th~Because  if  San  Francisco's  hotels,  cafes  and  clubs  are  unable  to  extend 
true  California  hospitality,  the  Exposition  will  be  shunned  by  visitors  from  every  nation 
of  the  world. 

9th-- Because  if  our  Exposition  site  is  dried  up,  it  will  make  us  the  laughing 
stock  of  foreign  nations. 

10th~Because  the  amendment  has  been  framed  to  fool  and  delude  the  voters 
and  is  an  entering  wedge  for  total  prohibition  in  San  Francisco  and  California. 


Vote  "NO"  on  Amendment  No.  27 


How  to  Vote  Against  Making  San  Francisco  Dry 

CHARTER  AMENDMENT  No.  27 


Adding  a  new  chapter  to  Article 
XI    designated    as    Chapter    VI, 
relating  to  local  option  for  dis- 
tricts.    (Submitted  to   the  Elect- 
ors by  Petition.) 

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NO 

X 

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'THE  QUAKER  GIRL." 


"The  Quaker  Girl"  has  come,  has  been  seen, 
and  has  conquered.  And  this  statement  includes 
both  the  play  and  the  player-in-chief,  winsome 
Natalie  Alt,  whose  Quaker  demureness,  wide- 
eyed  ingenuousness,  and  sweet,  melodic  song- 
fulness  charmed  the  Monday  night  audience 
into  furnishing  unmistakable  evidence  to  the 
young  singer  and  player  that  she  had  made 
a  hit. 

The  piece  itself  has  a  number  of  the  best 
qualities  of  its  class:  melodious  charm,  con- 
tinuity of  plot,  absence  of  vulgarity,  amusing 
divertissements,  and  contrasts,  during  the  dif- 
ferent acts,  in  character  and  setting. 

The  Quaker  maid  has  her  beginnings  in  a 
rustic  English  village,  where  she  lives  in  the 
odor  of  sanctity,  under  the  thumb  of  an  in- 
conveniently godly  parent.  The  exiled  Prin- 
cess Mathilde,  who  is  busily  engaged  in  get- 
ting married  to  a  nice  young  Englishman  and 
planning  to  return  to  forbidden  Paris,  is 
greatly  taken  with  Prudence's  guileless  charm. 
So  is  Mme.  Blum,  the  vivacious  coutitriere 
who  comes  from  Paris  with  the  princess's 
wedding  dress.  So  is  Tony  Chute,  a  rattling 
blade  of  an  attache  to  the  American  embassy 
in  Paris.  So  when  Prudence's  sire,  discover- 
ing his  little  Quaker  daughter  sitting  on  the 
porch  of  the  village  inn.  innocently  pledging 
toasts  with  the  happy  wedding  party,  he  meta- 
phorically casts  her  into  the  outer  darkness  ; 
which,  in  this  case,  means  Paris.  So,  behold, 
off  flit  the  whole  party  to  the  French  para- 
dise— the  exiled  bride  and  her  bridegroom, 
Tony,   Prudence,  and  all. 

Mme.  Blum  thriftily  transforms  Prudence 
into  a  Parisian  mannequin,  and  the  Quaker 
maid,  with  her  circumspect  ways,  her  dainty 
youth,  and  her  innocently  puzzled,  guileless 
gaze  of  inexperience,  bowls  over  a  few 
gorgeous  aristocrats,  who  haunt  the  purlieus 
of  girldom  and  who  favor  shy  game.  The 
lively  Tony,  in  the  meanwhile,  is  being  tightly 
and  reluctantly  held  in  old  and  over-strained 
bonds  by  Diane,  a  sulky,  dark-browed  beauty 
of  the  Parisian  stage. 

A  little  manipulation  in  the  third  act  re- 
leases Prudence  from  an  undeservedly  com- 
promising situation,  releases  Princess  Mathilde 
from  the  surveillance  of  the  Paris  police,  and 
releases  Tony  from  the  jailer-like  supervision 
of  his  chere  amie.  And,  with  the  coming  to- 
gether of  Prudence  and  Tony,  all  ends  vir- 
tuously   and    happily. 

The  best-known  name  in  the  cast  of  players 
is  that  of  Victor  Morley,  who  will  be  remem- 
bered as  a  cheerful,  rattling  comedian,  with 
a  confident,  roguish  eye,  a  fluent  tongue  that' 
loves  to  wag,  and  a  manner  of  gay  audacity- 
Mr.  Morley  is  not  the  universal  comedian ; 
that  is  to  say,  he  will  not  hit  off  every  taste. 
But  he  pleases  the  majority  and  appreciably 
stirs  up  the  atmosphere  of  superficial  comedy. 
One  thing,  in  my  judgment,  he  should  not  at- 
tempt, and  that  is  the  praying-mother  brand 
of  sentiment.  His  sharp,  hard,  metallic  voice 
and  brisk,  confident,  assertive  personality  do 
not  lend  themselves  to  that  sort  of  thing,  as 
witness  the  way  it  fell  flat  in  the  last  act; 
the  only  effect,  by  the  way,  made  by  the 
comedian  that  missed  fire  during  the  perform- 
ance, although  his  humorous  tergiversations 
with  the  frowning  Diane  lasted  a  little  too 
long.  Tiny  bits  of  amatory  sentiment  toward 
Prudence  he  did  introduce  successfully  sev- 
eral times,  always  heedful  to  cover  his  feigned 
retreat  with  a  bit  of  gay  badinage,  sometimes 
interpolated. 

Natalie  Alt  came  to  us  comparatively  un- 
heralded, but  the  young  lady  won  her  au- 
dience by  the  unaffected  sweetness  and  charm 
of  her  singing  in  her  very  first  song.  Her 
voice  is  small  but  true,  full  of  caressing  in- 
tonations, and  accords  well  with  a  sort  of 
fresh,  girlish  sweetness  that  is  her  special 
charm. 

And  there  were  others,  for  the  company, 
taken  collectively,  while  not  spectacularly 
striking,  is  a  good  one.  Take,  for  instance, 
that  little  scene  which  we  will  call  the  French 
incident  between  Mme.  Blum  and  the  Parisian 
chief  of  police.  The  bursts  of  Gallic  vivacity, 
in  their  clamor  of  competitive  courtesies,  the 
French  intonations  and  inflections,  the  lively 
bowings  and  scrapings,  made  a  bit  of  side- 
play  that  really  had  the  quality  of  art.  We 
did  not  recognize  Andree  Corday  ( Mme. 
Blum  J  here,  but  I  rather  imagine  that  the 
lively  little  lady  has  had  her  training  in  the 
art  of  acting  on  the  Continent,  and  that 
brings  with  it  a  certain  flexibility  of  expres- 
sion that  players  trained  in  America  can  not 
so  easily  compass. 

William    Blaisdell,    however,    made    a    very 


good  second  in  the  scene,  and  since  his  name 
makes  it  probable  that  he  is  not  of  Conti- 
nental birth,  the  correctness  and  comic  aban- 
don of  his  French  inflections  and  French 
comedy  mannerisms  were  all  the  more  com- 
mendable. 

Amy  Lesser  and  William  Friend,  in  the  two 
roles  of  the  secondary  lovers,  made  good, 
Amy  Lesser  maintaining  successfully  through 
the  evening  the  awkward  rusticity  of  the  vil- 
lage girl  even  into  her  dancing  turns,  in  which 
she  showed  herself  quite  a  mistress  of  the 
graceful   art. 

Theodosia  de  Cappet's  assumption  of  the 
role  of  Diane  offered  further  indication  of 
the  resources  of  the  company,  for  this  young 
lady  is  dowered  with  just  that  brand  of 
stormy-browed  beauty  necessary  to  the  part ; 
and  to  her  good  stage  presence  she  added  an 
appropriate  impersonation  of  Diane's  jealous 
sense  of  possession  over  a  gradually  evapo- 
rating lover. 

Elda  Furry,  tall,  pretty,  round-throated,  and 
snowy-naped,  and  Murray  Stephen  made  a 
comely  bridal  pair,  and  flocks  of  girls,  as 
village  maidens.  Quakeresses,  and  Parisian 
shopgirls  and  mannequins,  pleasantly  diversi- 
fied the  feminine  landscape. 

The  music  of  "The  Quaker  Girl"  is  de- 
lightfully permeated  with  Lionel  Monckton's 
quality  of  melodic  charm.  It  is  at  once 
melodious  and  colloquial,  and  there  is  not  a 
doubt  that  the  numerous  pretty  lyrics  will 
speedily  become  popular.  James  Tanner's 
book  is  not  brilliant,  but  it  has  other  qualities 
which  please,  and  the  lovers  of  musical  com- 
edy are  quite  safe  in  casting  their  suffrage 
toward  "The  Quaker  Girl."  The  principal 
lyric,  "Will  you  not  come  to  the  ball?"  al- 
though, musically,  a  very  simple  composition, 
is  sweet  and  wistful,  and  has  the  elements  of 
popularity.  It  was  very  agreeably  sung  in 
several  scenes  by  Philip  J.  Moore,  a  player 
who   has   not  yet  acquired  the   assured  air  of 


a  stage  favorite,  in  spite  of  a  certain  quality 
of  sweetness  of  sentiment  in  his  voice  which 
is  particularly  appropriate  to  the  love-lyrics 
of  musical  comedy. 

As  a  showy  production  "The  Quaker  Girl" 
does  not  reach  the  very  top-notch  of  gorgeous- 
ness.  The  scenic  settings  are  pretty  and  ap- 
propriate, but  the  mannequins  at  the  Maison 
Blum  might  have  been  more  opulently  clothed. 
But,  for  my  part,  I  prefer  personalities  to 
splendors  of  costume,  and  in  the  "Quaker 
Girl"  company  there  were  at  least  hal  f  a 
dozen  people  who  were  particularly  accept- 
able in  their  roles,  which,  taking  musical 
comedy  by  and  large,  is  a  very  good  propor- 
tion. Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


The  Late  Phoebe  Davies. 
Mrs.  Joseph  R.  Grismer,  better  known  to  all 
playgoers  as  Phcebe  Davies,  died  at  her  home 
in  New  York  December  "4,  after  an  illness 
of  several  months  following  a  serious  opera- 
tion. Phcebe  Davies  was  an  actress  of  ability 
and  sympathetic  power,  and  had  been  promi- 
nent among  stage  favorites  for  more  than  a 
quarter  of  a  century.  Her  characterization 
of  the  leading  feminine  role  in  "Way  Down 
East"  had  much  to  do  with  the  long-continued 
popularity  of  that  play.  California  has  pre- 
sented many  notable  and  even  famous  women 
to  the  dramatic  world.  The  list  includes 
Mary  Anderson,  born  at  Sacramento ;  Emma 
Nevada,  also  born  in  California;  Charlotte 
Crabtree  (Lotta),  Blanche  Bates,  and  many 
others,  and  with  all  she  has  given  to  the 
world  of  dramatic  art  no  more  genuine,  more 
charming,  more  wholesome,  more  lovable 
character  than  Phcebe  Davies,  daughter  of 
the  late  Captain  Davies  of  the  United  States 
Lighthouse  Service,  and  in  private  life  the 
wife  of  Mr.  Joseph  R.  Grismer. 


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SAN  FRANCISCO 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  7,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 


Did  you  ever  notice  that  nearly  half  of  the 
modern  feminist  literature  is  devoted  to  ex- 
plaining why  women  are  so?  Of  course  these 
books  are  written  by  women  and  therefore 
they  should  be  read  with  respect.  Few  men 
would  dare  to  suggest — at  least  not  so  that  it 
would  be  noticed — that  the  modern  woman 
needs  either  explanation  or  defense.  To  do 
such  a  thing  in  print  would  be  to  invite  the 
fate  of  poor  Mr.  Bok,  whose  newspaper  has 
just  been  publicly  burned  at  a  suffragette 
meeting  because  of  some  reference  to  The 
Cause  that  was  considered  to  be  slighting. 
And  after  all  Mr.  Bok  has  done  for  women, 
too. 

And  it  must  be  admitted  that  when  men 
do  try  to  explain  why  women  are  so  they 
usually  make  a  mess  of  it.  They  get  the  cart 
before  the  horse.  They  confuse  cause  and 
effect.  For  example,  there  is  a  large  em- 
ployer of  labor  in  London  who  was  asked  why 
the  working  girl  disports  herself  in  such  sur- 
prising raiment  and  why  she  arrays  herself  in 
so  terrifying  a  way.  His  reply  showed  the 
confusion  that  has  been  noted.  He  says  that 
a  girl  is  influenced  by  the  kind  of  work  that 
she  does.  If  her  work  is  varied  and  calls 
for  individuality  she  will  dress  quietly,  be- 
cause she  can  express  herself  without  the  aid 
of  external  glories  or  the  display  of  more 
than  about  half  of  her  northern  hemisphere. 
But  if  her  work  is  monotonous,  if  she  is  a 
typist,  for  example,  she  has  no  recourse  ex- 
cept to  plumage,  and  in  this  way  we  may  ac- 
count for  the  dazzling  apparition  behind  the 
typewriter  and  for  the  costumes  that  conceal 
only  to  reveal.  And  let  it  be  said  here  and 
now  that  the  typist  who  finds  her  work  monot- 
onous should  try  the  effect  of  inserting  a  little 
punctuation  and  correct  spelling.  Never  mind 
what  they  say  at  the  business  colleges.  An 
occasional  comma  or  period  will  do  wonders 
to  brighten  up  a  typewritten  letter,  and  we 
know  from  experience  that  the  bad  spelling 
of  the  stenographic  graduate  is  monotonous 
in  the  extreme. 

But  to  get  back  to  our  muttons.  Our  friend 
in  London  tells  us  that  girls  dress  quietly  be- 
cause they  have  varied  and  intelligent  work 
to  do  and  that  they  dress  gorgeously  because 
they  have  montonous  work  to  do.  Now  was 
there  ever  such  Alice-in-Wonderland  thinking 
as  this  ?  Was  there  ever  such  topsy-turvy 
cerebration  ?  Let  us  suggest  to  our  friend 
that  the  girl  who  dresses  quietly  proves  that 
she  has  that  kind  of  modesty  and  intelligence 
that  naturally  gravitate  toward  the  higher 
and  more  interesting  kinds  of  work,  and  that 
the  unclad,  tinkling,  and  shining  sylph  behind 
the  typewriter  is  doing  the  only  work  that  she 
can  do,  and  that  she  can't  do  even  that?  The 
cause  is  the  costume  and  the  sort  of  mind  or 
instinct  behind  the  costume.  The  effect  is 
the  kind  of  work  ultimately  assigned.  In 
other  words,  the  girl  does  not  dress  quietly 
because  she  is  doing  skilled  work.  She  is 
doing  skilled  work  because  she  is  the  sort 
of  girl  who   dresses  quietly. 

Our  sympathies  are  with  the  women  of 
New  South  Wales.  After  consulting  the  map 
we  wish  to  assure  them  that  our  hearts  go 
out  to  them  across  the  briny  deep  and  that  we 
are  with  them  as  one  man  in  defense  of  their 
proud  privilege  to  do  as  they  please. 

It  seems  that  they  have  passed  a  hatpin 
law  in  New  South  Wales.  The  men  of  New 
South  Wales  have  raised  their  bloody  but  un- 
bowed heads  and  have  wreaked  this  abom- 
inable outrage  upon  the  gentle  creatures  whom 
it  should  have  been  their  dearest  privilege  to 
support.  And  considering  the  high  price  of 
living,  it  is  indeed  the  dearest  privilege  that 
men  have.  And  now  the  women  say  that  the 
law  is  "iniquitous  and  unnecessary,"  as  indeed 
it  is ;  that  they  will  not  only  go  to  prison 
rather  than  obey  the  law,  but  that,  being  in 
prison,  they  will  refuse  to  eat  and  so  compel 
the  authorities  to  release  them.  And  as  a 
matter  of  fact  sixty  women,  some  of  whom 
are  correctly  described  as  "prominent,"  have 
already  been  arrested  and  are  in  prison  until 
they  pay  their  fines. 

The  authorities  of  New  South  Wales  stand 
convicted  of  unwarrantable  brutality.  They 
have  dared  to  put  a  drag  upon  the  chariot 
wheels  of  women's  emancipation.  In  this  so- 
called  twentieth  century  they  have  ventured 
to  say  what  a  woman  shall  or  shall  not  do. 


George  K.  Holmes,  chief  of  the  division  of 
production  and  distribution  of  the  Agricultural 
Department,  has  some  unpleasant  things  to 
say  about  "society"  and  its  beguilements  for 
the  country  woman.  It  is  strange  that  these 
government  sharps  can  not  be  persuaded  to 
leave  women  alone.  After  all,  the  demands 
of  women  arc  not  excessive.  Their  whole 
modest  programme  can  be  epitomized  into  a 
sentence.  All  they  ask  is  to  be  allowed  to 
do  what  they  wish,  how  they  wish,  and  when 
they  wish.  Let  all  feminine  duties  be  abol- 
ished, they  say,  sweep  away  every  last  vestige 
of  hindrance  to  our  pleasures,  and  we  will 
regard  our  cause  as  won.  And  yet  there  is 
always  some  narrow-braintd  censor  to  inter- 
pose his  foc.ish  cacklings  of  disapproval. 

Take    the   case   of    the    misguided    Holmes, 

who   ought   to   be  abolished.     The   women   of 

iys  Holmes,  are  now  so  busy  with 

■      inns''   that  they  have   no   time   to 

do  they  know  even  how  to  knit. 


Their  mothers  made  great  stores  of  preserves 
and  were  proud  of  them.  The  daughters  are 
busy  with  society  and  leave  all  the  things  that 
must  be  done  to  hired  help,  and  they  find  it 
easier  to  buy  shoddy  preserves  from  the  shops 
than  to  make  them  for  themselves.  "Country 
girls,  as  well  as  city  girls,"  says  the  unde- 
sirable Holmes,  "seem  to  regard  household 
labor  for  hire  as  undesirable.  Joined  with 
this  fact  is  the  other  one  that  the  women  of 
the  farmer's  family  are  neither  able  nor  will- 
ing to  repeat  the  manual  performances  of 
their  grandmothers  on  the  farm." 


Los  Angeles  was  always  to  the  front  in 
schemes  for  ameliorating  the  lot  of  the  hu- 
man race.  There  are  more  philanthropists  to 
the  square  yard  in  Los  Angeles  than  in  any 
other  village  in  America,  and  they  not  only 
work  overtime,  but  they  lie  awake  nights  try- 
ing to  think  of  things  that  we  ought  to  be 
compelled  to  do  or  forbidden  to  do  for  the 
good  of  our  immortal  souls.  Mr.  Lissner 
lives  in  Los  Angeles. 

Just  at  the  present  time  there  is  a  Los  An- 
geles genius  who  wishes  it  to  be  known  that 
she  has  invented  a  device  to  support  the 
plumes  on  women's  hats.  One  would  suppose 
that  women's  hats  were  big  enough  to  support 
anything  from  a  family  to  a  mortgage,  but 
that  just  shows  our  male  ignorance.  And  now 
will  this  Los  Angeles  inventor  have  the  good- 
ness to  set  to  work  and  invent  something 
more?  Can  not  she  devise  something  to  sup- 
port the  woman,  hat,  plumes,  and  all  ? 


Upon  more  than  one  occasion  we  have 
found  it  consistent  with  our  exalted  sense  of 
public  duty  to  commend  Mrs.  Belmont  for  a 
certain  practical  common  sense  that  causes 
her  to  shine  like  a  star  in  the  otherwise  tin- 
illuminated  firmament  of  feminine  agitation. 
It  was  Mrs.  Belmont  who  decided  to  do  her 
own  shopping  in  order  to  curtail  the  illicit 
profits  of  the  Newport  tradesmen,  and  it  was 
Mrs.  Belmont  who  discharged  two  or  three 
of  her  chefs  in  rapid  succession  for  those 
methods  of  kitchen  graft  so  long  sanctioned 
in  our  "best  families."  Now  Mrs.  Belmont  is 
to  the  fore  again  with  still  another  reform. 
She  has  formed  a  "society  for  the  prevention 
of  useless  giving,"  and  with  special  reference 
to  the  Christmas  season. 

Three  cheers  for  Mrs.  Belmont.  Long  may 
she  wave.  Mrs.  Belmont  ought  to  have  a 
vote.  She  ought  to  be  invited  to  use  the  bal- 
lot early  and  often.  While  other  women  are 
importuning  the  legislature  for  laws  against 
babies  and  truck  of  that  kind  Mrs.  Belmont 
sets  to  work  for  the  practical  emancipation 
of  her  sex  against  a  tyranny  worse  than  ba- 
bies. Babies,  we  are  told  by  an  old  gentleman 
of  our  acquaintance,  rarely  come  so  often  as 
once  a  year  except  to  the  very  poorest  fami- 
lies. We  do  not  know  why,  but  such  seems 
to  be  the  fact.  Christmas  comes  every  year, 
and  when  it  comes  it  brings  with  it  a  veritable 
lava  flow  of  silly,  driveling  presents.  It  is 
bad  enough  when  a  woman  lays  in  her  stock 
from  the  ten-cent  store.  It  is  a  thousand 
times  worse  when  she  sets  to  work  to  manu- 
facture her  detestable  little  presents  and  pro- 
duces a  devastating  flood  of  idiotic  pen-wipers, 
embroidered  handkerchiefs,  odious  little  mats, 
depraved  pin-cushions,  and  ludicrous  objects 
that  look  like  lace  but  aren't.  Christmas  pres- 
ents are  a  curse  to  those  that  give  and  to 
those  that  receive.  They  positively  smell  of 
parsimony,  meanness,  and  worry,  of  hateful 
comparisons,  and  of  a  still  more  hateful 
precedence  in  regard  and  affection.  Let  the 
whole  ugly  and  hateful  business  stop.  It  is  a 
weariness  to  the  flesh  and  a  peril  to  our  sal- 
vation. 


A  Paris  journalist  has  amused  himself  by 
compiling  a  list  of  the  occupations  followed 
by  some  of  his  countrymen  and  others  be- 
fore they  became  more  or  less  illustrious  in. 
opera.  We  are  informed  that  Tamagno,  the 
heroic  tenor,  remembered  as  Othello,  began 
his  career  as  a  carrier ;  Van  Dyck  as  a  bar- 
rister and  afterwards  a  journalist;  Dalmores 
as  a  cornet  player  in  Lyons  (the  tenor  him- 
self says  it  was  the  horn  that  he  played)  ; 
Alvarez  as  a  bandmaster,  and  Salignac  as  a 
sculptor  at  Aix,  and  afterward  a  violinist  ai 
the  Marseilles  Opera.  The  writer  refers  to 
the  apprenticeship  of  no  women,  except  Mile. 
Delna,  whose  real  name  is  Marie  Ledant,  the 
contralto  who  left  New  York  last  season  with 
imprecations  upon  its  lack  of  appreciation. 
As  a  girl  she  served  at  Meudon,  near  Paris, 
in  a  restaurant  owned  by  her  uncle. 


The  safe  deposit  boxes  in  our  vault  are  abso- 
lutely fire  and  burglar  proof  and  have  been  se- 
lected »s  the  depository  for  the  safe  keeping  of 
the  valuables  of  many  people  of  this  city,  %i  a 
year  will  rent  a  box. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

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The  Second  Season  of 

The  MISSION  PLAY 

By  JOHN  STEVEN  McGROARTY 
WILL  OPEN  AT 

San  Gabriel,  California 

Monday  Evening,  Dec.  23,  1912 

Continuing  for  several  weeks 


The  intensely  realistic  drama  of  the  rise 
and  decline  of  the  Franciscan  Missions  in 
California  will  be  presented  by  a  company 
of  300  players  in  one  of  the  most  unique 
theatres  in  the  world,  especially  designed 
and  decorated  in  the  style  of  the  old  Mis- 
sions, and  within  the  shadow  of  the  gray 
adobe  walls  of  the  Mission  San  Gabriel, 
founded  in  1771.  The  principal  role  of 
Father  Junipero  Serra  will  be  taken  by  the 
noted  actor  Mr.  Ben  Horning,  who  created 
the  part  in  the  initial  presentation  in  April 
last. 

The  play  covers  California's  early  history. 
First:  The  dream  of  colonization;  early 
pioneer  struggles,  hardships  and  disappoint- 
ments. Second:  Realization  of  the  dream; 
dominance  of  Spanish  rule;  the  Missions' 
ascendency;  conversion  of  the  Indians;  gay 
social  life  of  Monterey.  Third:  The 
dream  broken;  Missions  forsaken;  last  of 
the  early  Franciscan  Padres. 

The  dramatization  of  the  stirring  events 
has  been  handled  with  consummate  skill. 
Infused  with  poetry  and  ritual,  and  with  an 
elaboration  of  tableaux  and  setting  that  ob- 
serves the  smallest  details  of  the  scenes  por- 
trayed, the  three  acts  of  the  play — depict- 
ing self-sacrifice,  love  and  tragedy,  with 
smiles,  tears,  and  hope  abandoned — leave  in 
the  spectator  an  impression  profound  and 
lasting. 

The  Mission  Play  is  to  California  what 

the  Passion  Play  is  to  Oberammergau.  Its 
establishment  as  an  annual  event  marks  an 
epoch  in  the  American  drama.  Critics  de- 
clare that  to  see  it  is  worth  a  transconti- 
nental journey.  The  scenic  effects  and  set- 
tings were  planned  by  the  talented  author, 
ably  assisted  by  Mr.  Frank  A.  Miller  of 
Riverside. 

San  Gabriel  is  on  the  Southern  Pacific, 
nine  miles  from  Los  Angeles,  with  frequent 
service  by  the  Pacific  Electric  Railway, 
which  brings  you  to  the  door  of  the  Mission 
Theatre.  It  is  also  reached  from  Los  An- 
geles by  a  fine  Auto  Boulevard,  and  there 
are  ample  parking  facilities  for  automobiles, 
adjacent  to  the  theatre. 


December  7,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


060 


STORYETTES. 

Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 

This  was  overheard  by  a  visitor  in  a  North- 
western state :  "Our  state  prison  is  now 
self-supporting,"  said  the  first  citizen. 
"Good,"  said  the  second  citizen.  "In  that 
case  we  can  afford  to  start  a  couple  more." 


Brand  Whitlock,  mayor  of  Toledo,  knows  a 
Toledo  banker  who  has  already  begun  to  re- 
trench. His  daughter  said  to  him  the  other 
day  :  "Father,  dear,  I  need  a  new  fall  riding 
habit."  "Can't  afford  it,"  the  banker  growled. 
"But,  father,  what  am  I  to  do  without  a 
riding  habit?"     "Get  the  walking  habit." 


From  Germany  comes  this  story  about  a 
novelist  and  an  editor.  The  editor  had  or- 
dered a  story  of  a  certain  length,  and  the 
novelist  had  written  several  hundred  words 
too  many.  In  order  to  make  the  story  fit  the 
space  at  his  disposal,  the  last  few  paragraphs 
were  condensed  into  a  single  sentence.  This 
is  the  way  it  read:  "V.on  Berken  took  a 
small  glass  of  whisky,  his  hat,  his  departure, 
no  notice  of  his  pursuers,  a  revolver  out  of 
his  pocket,  and  finally,  his  life." 


At  a  trial  in  court  when  the  witness  on  the 
stand    was    being    subjected    to    a    merciless 


ton.  I  have  met  all  men  of  prominence ; 
visited  with  the  highest  and  the  lowest — I 
have  seen  everything!"  "Have  you  ever  had 
delirium  tremens  ?"  asked  a  trembling  old 
man,  moistening  his  parched  lips  and  speak- 
ing with  difficulty.  "Have  you  ever  had  the 
tremens  ?"  he  demanded.  "No,"  said  the 
young  man.  "Then  you  never  saw  anything," 
answered  the  old  man,  rising  abruptly  from 
his  chair  and  leaving  the  room  without  an- 
other word. 


THE  MERRY  MUSE. 

A  Day  with  Dad. 
Father's  had  a  busy  day, 

Hustled   to   the   store   at   ten; 
Listened  to  some  stories  gay 

Told    by    other  busy   men. 
Had  to  rattle  for  the  smokes 

With  some  members  of  the  bunch; 
Spent  an  hour  relating  jokes 

And  then  hustled  out  to  lunch. 

Hustled  back  at  half-past  two 

Twice  as  busy  as  before; 
Then  he  had  a  lot  to  do 

Telephoning  for  the  score. 
Placed  a  bet  or  two,  of  course. 

Signed  a  voucher  for  his  pay; 
Came  home  blowing  like  a  horse. 

Father's  had   a  busy  day. 

— Kansas   City  Journal. 


The  Half  Back, 
cross-examination,   in   answering  one   question  j  \yflen  the  stan(]s  are  biack  w;th  people,  and  they 


the  witness  nodded.  Whereupon  the  court 
stenographer,  who  was  crowding  the  limit  to 
get  it  all  and  could  not  see  the  witness,  at 
once  demanded:  "Answer  that  question,"  to 
which  the  witness  replied :  "I  did  answer  it ; 
I  nodded  my  head."  The  stenographer,  with- 
out a  moment's  hesitation,  came  right  back 
with,  "Well,  I  heard  it  rattle,  but  could  not 
tell  whether  it  was  up  and  down  or  from  side 
to  side." 


Maudie  was  evidently  feeling  embarrassed 
about  something,  and  she  blushed  prettily  as 
she  told  the  sister  of  her  fiance  that  she 
would  like  to  buy  a  birthday  present  for  him. 
"You  know  him  better  than  I  do,"  she  said, 
"so  I  came  to  you  to  ask  your  advice." 
"Yes  ?"  said  the  future  sister-in-law,  inquir- 
ingly. "What,"  went  on  the  blushing  Maudie, 
"would  you  advise  me  to  get?"  "Oh,  I  don't 
know,"  replied  the  other  girl,  carelessly.  "I 
could  only  advise  you  in  general  terms.  From 
what  I  know  of  him  I  should  say  he  would 
appreciate  something  that  he  could  pawn 
easily." 

Bilson,  who  is  a  stout  man,  was  running  to 
catch  a  train  the  other  day,  when  his  friend 
Jones  called  out :  "Halloa,  Bilson !  In  a 
hurry  ?  Going  somewhere  ?"  Keeping  his 
breath  for  other  purposes,  Bilson  made  no 
reply,  but  he  determined  to  take  a  terrible 
revenge.  About  one  o'c'.ock  next  morning  he 
called  Jones  up  on  the  telephone.  After  a 
deal  of  ringing,  a  sleepy  voice  at  the  other 
end  of  the  wire  told  him  Jones  was  there. 
"That  you  Jones?"  queried  Bilson.  "Who  do 
you  want?"  asked  Jones.  "I've  been  in  bed 
these  two  hours."  "I'm  Bilson,"  went  on  the 
other.  "Remember  seeing  me  running  this 
morning,  eh?  Yes?  Well,  I  was  going  some- 
where, and  I  was  in  a  hurry.  Good-night." 
Then  Bilson  hung  up  the  receiver  and  got 
back  into  bed  a  happy  man. 


He  was  a  young  man,  yet  the  tired  lines 
about  his  eyes  convinced  his  companions  that 
he  had  known  many  a  bedless  night.  But  he 
was  among  his  elders  as  he  sipped  his  coffee 
that  evening  around  the  fire  at  the  colony 
camp.  The  company  was  made  up  mostly  of 
quiet  men — subdued  by  a  stern  fate — who 
talked  little  and  thought  much.  This  young 
man — a  new  arrival — believed  his  stories  of 
daring  would  serve  him  well  as  proof  that 
he,  too,  was  an  initiate — a  knight  of  the 
dusty  road-  bill  to  his  questions  the  men  re- 
ost  parts,  in  monosyllables  or 
,vered.  "I  have  visited  every 
s;  freighted  in  the  Canadas ; 
on  his  invasion   of  Washing- 


P' 


yell,  yell,  yell! 
When     the    whistle     shrills    the    signal     for    the 
start, 
Then  the  spirit  sort  of  grips  me  in  a  potent  spell 
And    the    blood    goes    dancing    swiftly    through 
my  heart! 
And    the    rooters    are    forgotten    with    their    flags 
and  all, 
And  the  joy  of  battle  pulses  through  my   frame, 
And    there's    nothing    worth    the*  having    but    that 
pigskin    ball 
And  there  isn't  any  glory  but  the  game! 

Mow   'em  down, 
Throw   'em  down, 
Keep  'era  on  the  go! 
Get  some  ginger  in  you  there,   you're  too  slow! 
Worry  'em. 
Hurry    'em, 
Never  twice  the  same! 
Keep  your  wits  a-workin'  hard,  and — 
Play  the  game! 

Oh,   it's  good  to  hear  the  signal  and  with  courage 
steeled 
To  go  plunging  where  the  linemen  make  a  bole, 
And    it's    bully    to    go    flashing    through    a    broken 
field 
As  you  dodge  and  twist  and   scurry  toward   the 
goal; 
There's    the    thump    of    men    colliding,    there's    the 
thud   of   feet, 
There's    the    play    that    starts    as    sudden    as    a 
flame, 
There's  the   grit  that   knows  no    quitting  and   that 
won't  be  beat, 
And  they  all  are  part  and  parcel  of  the  game! 

Rumple  'em, 
Crumple  'em, 
Smash    their   little   play! 
Jump    'em    fair,    but    jump    'em    hard — that's    the 
way! 

Stop  'em  quick, 
Flop  'em  quick, 
Hold  'em  till  they're  tame! 
Keep  forever  on  the  jump,  and — 

Play  the  game! 

Is  there  anything  that  fills   you   with    a   zest  more 
keen 
Than   to   spill  the  interference  in  a  pile, 
Or    to    slam    the    runner    earthward    with    a    tackle 
clean, 
Or  to  gather  in  a  put  in  proper  style? 
It's  the  game  of  the  Anglo-Saxons,  it's  the  hard  old 
stuff, 
It's  the  horror  of  the  timid  and  the  tame, 
And  it  calls  for  men  of  daring  and  of  fibre  tough 
Who  are  worthy  of  a  chance  to  play  the  game. 

Break  'em   up, 
Shake    'em    up, 
Fool  'em  with  a  trick! 
Forward  pass  and  double  pass— plunge  or  lack. 
Razzle  'em, 
Dazzle   'em, 
Never  twice  the  same! 
Keep  your  eyes  upon   the  ball,   and — 
Play  the   game! 
— Berton  Braley,  in  Popular  Magazine. 


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Paid-Up  Capital $  4.000.000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Profiits 1.700,000 

Total  Resources 40,000,000 

Officers: 

Herbert  Fleish hacker ". President 

Sig.  Gbeenebaitm Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodge Vkv- President 

JOS.     FlUKlJi.ANr.EK VtCf'-Pp-Sidtrllt 

C.  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

R.  Altschul Cashier 

C.R.Parker.  Assistant  Cashier    Wm.  H.  High,  Assistant  Cashier 

H.Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G,  R.Blrijick,  Assistant  Cashier 

A.  L.  Langerman.  Secretary 


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OF  SAN   FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  St*. 


Capital,  Surplm  and  Undivided  Profiti . .  .$  1 1 ,070,803.23 

Deposit* 30, 1 04,366.00 

Total  Resources 49,4 1 5,266. 1 1 


Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.  W.  Hellman,  Jr...  .Vice-President 

F.  L.  Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.  McGavin Asst.  CaBhier 

E.  L.  Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.  Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.  D.  Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.  Price Asst.  Cashier 


directors: 


isaias  w.  hellman 
joseph  sloss 
percy  t.  morgan 
f.  w.  van  sicklen 
wm.  f.  herrin 
john  c.  kirkpatrick 
i.  w.  hellman,  jr. 
a.  christeson 

WM.    HAAS 

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with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
SAFE  DEPOSIT  VAULTS 


HARTLAND    LAW 
HENRY    ROSENFELD 
JAMES    L.    FLOOD 
J.    HENRY    MEYER 
A.    H.    PAYSON 
CHAS.    J.    DEERING 
JAMES     K.     WILSON 
F.   L.    LIPMAN 


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INVESTMENT 

BROKERS 

412  Montgomery  St.        San  Francisco 


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260  CALIFORNIA  ST. 

REDWOOD,  DOUGLAS  FIR 
and  PILING 


The  German  Savings  and  Loan  Society 

(The  German  Bank ) 
Savings  Incorporated  1868       Commercial 

526    California   St.,   San   Francisco,   Cal. 

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The   following  branches  for   receipt  and  pay- 
ment of  deposits  only: 

Missioo  Branch,  2572  Mission  St.,  between  21st  and  22d 
Richmond  District  Branch,  S.  W.  cor.  Dement  and  7th  Ave. 
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JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.  1,000,000.00 
Reserve  and    Contingent   Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees*    Pension    Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 

Office  Hours:  10  o'clock  a.  m.  to  3  o'clock 
p.  m.,  except  Saturdays  to  12  o'clock  M.  and 
Saturday  evenings  from  6:30  o'clock  p.  m.  to 
8  o'clock  p.  m.  for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


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T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

CIVIL  ENGINEERS 

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Land  Agents        Timber  Cruisers 

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VICTORIA,  B.  C 

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Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 3.117,286 

Total  Assets 7.517.091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building     •     San  Francisco 


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TORONTO 

United    States   Assets $2,404,810.30 

Surplus     1,027,308.85 

PACIFIC    COAST    DEPARTMENT 

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SAN  FRANCISCO 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


December  7,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 

Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of   San  Francisco  will  be  found  in 
the  following  department: 

Tbe  wedding  of  Miss  Laura  De  Bussy  Berry 
and  Lieutenant  Harold  Boyd  Nichols,  U.  S.  A., 
took  place  Saturday  afternoon  at  the  home  at 
Fort  Mason  of  the  bride's  cousins.  Lieutenant 
Maxwell  Murray,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Murray. 
Rev.  Edward  Morgan  of  St.  Luke's  Episcopal 
Church  officiated  at  the  ceremony,  which  was  fol- 
lowed by  an  informal  reception.  Mrs.  Nichols  is 
a  niece  of  the  Messrs.  Thomas  and  William  A. 
Berry  and  the  late  Mr.  Brien  Berry,  and  a  cousin 
of  Mrs.  Lloyd  Baldwin  and  Miss  Dorothy  Berry, 
Lieutenant  Nichols  and  his  bride  have  gone  to 
Honolulu  to  reside. 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Carolyn  Murray  and  Mr. 
Ord  Preston  of  Washington,  D.  C,  took  place 
Wednesday  afternoon  at  the  home  at  Fort  Mason 
of  the  bride's  parents,  General  Arthur  Murray, 
U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Murray.  Miss  Sadie  Murray 
was  her  sister's  only  attendant.  Lieutenar.c  Con- 
ger Pratt,  U.  S.  A.,  aide  to  General  Murray,  U.  S. 
A.,  was  Mr.  Preston's  best  man.  A  large  number 
of  guests  attended  the  reception,  which  was  given 
at  the  home  of  the  bride's  parents.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Preston  left  Thursday  for  Washington,  D.  C, 
where  they  will  reside  during  the  winter. 

The  Misses  Elva  and  Corennah  De  Pue  were 
hostesses  at  a  dinner  Thursday  evening  preceding 
the  ball  given  at  the  Palace  Hotel  by  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Frederick  Sharon. 

Miss  Helen  Dean  gave  a  debutante  luncheon 
Monday  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Oscar  Schulze  entertained  a  number  of 
voung  people  at  a  dinner  Saturday  evening  at 
the  Bellevue  Hotel  and  later  accompanied  her 
guests  to  the  theatre.  The  affair  was  in  honor 
of  her  daughter,   Miss  0!ga   Schulze. 

Miss  Jane  Hotaling  gave  a  house  party  last 
week  at  Sleepy  Hollow,  Marin  County,  in  honor 
of  Miss  Marguerite  Doe  of  Moritecito. 

Mrs.  Ernest  Dwight  Chipman  was  hostess  Fri- 
day at  a  tea  at  her  home  on  Clay  Street. 

The  Misses  Henrietta  and  Alice  Harrison  gave 
a  dinner  recently,  complimentary  to  Miss  Eliza- 
beth   Bright. 

Miss  Helen  Wright  gave  a  luncheon  at  the 
Town  and  Country  Club  and  accompanied  her 
guests  to    the   matinee. 

Mrs.  Fletcher  Ryer  was  hostess  at  a  theatre 
and  supper  party  in  honor  of  Miss  Phyllis  de 
Voung. 

Mrs.  William  Richard  Davis  gave  a  tea  Satur- 
day   at  the  Hotel    St.    Francis. 

The  Misses  Cora  and  Fredericka  Otis  gave  a 
dinner  in  honor  of  the  Misses  Margaret  Nichols, 
Sophie  Beylard,   and  Helen  Garritt. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norman  McLaren  entertained  a 
number  of  young  people  at  a  dinner  complimentary 
to    Mr.    and    Mrs.    Millen    Griffith. 

Mrs.  Starr  Keeler  was  hostess  Monday  at  a 
bridge-tea   at   the   Town  and    Country    Club. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship  entertained  thirty 
young  people  at  a  theatre  and  supper  party  Tues- 
day evening  in  honor  of  their  sister,  Miss  Mar- 
garet Casey,   and  Miss  Phyllis  de   Young. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  was  hostess  at  a  tea  compli- 
mentary to  Mrs.  Selden  S.  Wright. 

Mrs.  Charles  Lee  Leonard  gave  a  matinee  party 
Wednesday  in  honor  of  her  niece,  Miss  Nancy 
Glenn. 

Owing  to  the  very  serious  illness  of  Miss  Ruth 
Richards,  the  invitations  issued  by  Miss  Bancroft 
to  a  dance  have  been  recalled.  Miss  Richards  is 
suffering  from  an  attack  of  double  pneumonia  and 
is   in    a   critical  condition. 

Miss  Orrick  of  Oakland  gave  a  bridge  party 
Wednesday  afternoon  in  honor  of  Miss  Ruth 
Slack. 

The  Misses  Edith  and  Ruth  Slack  were  hostesses 
Tuesday  at  a  luncheon  in  honor  of  Miss  Hazel 
Parmenter  and  her  bridal  attendants. 

The  Misses  Evelyn  and  Genevieve  Cunningham 
gave  a  tea  last  week  in  honor  of  the  Misses 
Josephine    and    Rosita    Nieto. 

Mr.  C.  Y.  Williamson  was  host  at  a  dinner 
at  the  Olympic  Club  complimentary  to  Sir  Sidney 
Herbert  and  the  Earl  of  Melville.  The  dinner 
was  followed  by  a  theatre  and   supper  party. 

1  he  Misses  Vera  and  Ethel  Havemcyer  have  is- 
sued cards  to  a  luncheon  Monday  at  the  Fran- 
cisca  Club. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edwin  White  Newhall  will  enter- 
tain a  large  number  of  friends  at  a  tea  today  in 
honor  of  their  son  and  daughter-in-law,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.    Edwin    White    Newhall,    Jr. 

The  members  of  the  Gaiety  Club  will  give  a 
('.ance  at  California  Club  hall  Wednesday  evening, 
I  December   18. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cameron  have  issued  in- 
vitations to  a  dinner  Friday  evening,  December 
20,  in  honor  of  Miss  Dorothy  Dean. 

The  Misses  Elva  and  Corennah  De  Pue  will  be 
hostesses  at  a  dinner  at  their  home  Friday  even- 
ing,   December   20. 

Mrs.  Henry  Williams  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry 
Alston    Williams    have    issued    invitations    to    a   bal 


masque  New  Year's  eve  at  the  residence  on 
Octavia  and  Sacramento  Streets  of  Mrs.  Williams. 

Mrs.  I.  Lowenberg  entertained  at  an  informal 
tea  last  Saturday  at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel,  com- 
plimentary to  Mrs.  Benjamin  Purnell  Selby. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Hayes  Smith  will  give  a 
theatre  and  supper  party  Christmas  eve,  compli- 
mentary to  Miss  Phyllis  de  Young. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Clarence  Breeden  have  is- 
sued invitations  to  a  dance  Friday  evening,  De- 
cember  27. 

Dr.  Harry  L.  Tevis  will  entertain  his  friends  at 
a  vaudeville  entertainment  and  dance  New  Year's 
eve  at  the   Palace  Hotel. 

Mrs.  John  Darling  will  give  a  "rag  masque" 
New  Year's  eve  at  the  Hotel  Stewart,  in  honor 
of  her  grandson,  Mr.  Clinton  La  Montaigne,  son 
of   Mrs.   C.   E.  Maud. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  C.  Van  Ness,  who  returned 
a  week  ago  from  Europe,  are  established  for  tbe 
winter  in  the  McAllister  house  on  Pacific  Avenue 
and  Buchanan  Street.  They  have  recently  bought 
a  house  on  Clay  Street  of  Mrs.  William  Wood, 
who  before  her  departure  for  India  rented  her 
home  to  Mr.   and  Mrs.   Augustus  Taylor. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Whittell  left  Sunday  for 
the  East  to  spend  the  holidays  with  their  son,  Mr. 
George   Whittell,    Jr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horatio  P.  Livermore  left  re- 
cently for  a  few  weeks'  visit  in  Santa  Barbara. 
Miss  Elizabeth  Livermore,  who  accompanied  her 
parents,    has    returned   home. 

Miss  Esther  Denny  has  arrived  in  Washington, 
D.    C,  where  she  will  spend  the  season. 

Mrs.  Louis  Findlay  Monteagle  sailed  last  week 
on  the  George  Washington  for  Europe,  where  she 
will  join  Mr.  Monteagle  and  their  son,  Mr.  Ken- 
neth Monteagle.  They  will  remain  abroad  during 
the  winter. 

Mrs.  Donald  Jadwin  has  returned  from  a  visit 
with  the  Misses  Janet  and  Edith  von  Schroder 
at  their  home  in  San  Luis  Obispo  County.  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Jadwin  will  spend  the  winter  at  the 
home  on  Pacific  Avenue  of  Mrs.  Van  Bergen. 

Judge  W.  W.  Morrow  and  Mrs.  Morrow  will 
spend  the  holidays  in  the  East. 

Miss  Marguerite  Doe  left  Tuesday  for  her  home 
in  Montecito  after  a  visit  of  several  weeks  in 
this  city.  She  was  accompanied  by  Miss  Flarnet 
Stone,  who  will  be  her  guest  during  the  next  two 
weeks. 

Mr.  Willard  Barton  left  Sunday  for  New  York, 
where  he  will  remain  indefinitely. 

Mrs.  Lansing  B.  Mizner  is  visiting  her  son,  Mr. 
Addison  Mizner,  at  his  home  in  Old  Port  Wash- 
ington, New  York. 

Mrs.  Quimby  of  Monterey  has  recently  been 
the  guest  of  Mrs.  George  W.  Gibbs. 

Miss  Birdie  Rice  and  Miss  Marin  have  returned 
to  their  home  in  Santa  Barbara  after  a  visit  at 
the  Fairmont  Hotel  with  Mrs.  A.  N.  Towne  and 
Mrs.    Clinton    E.    Worden. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  P.  Umbsen  and  Miss 
Mollie  Sidebotham  are  established  for  the  winter 
at  the  Hotel  Bellevue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Wood,  who  are  traveling 
around  the  world,  were,  at  last  accounts,  in 
Singapore. 

Mrs.  Eleanor  Hyde-Smith  sailed  Saturday  on 
the  Mongolia  for  Honolulu,  where  she  will  reside 
during  the  next  six  months.  Mrs.  Hyde-Smith  has 
been  visiting  her  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Baldwin  Wood,  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Moses  Heller  have  gone  East  for 
a  brief  visit. 

Mrs.  Lovell  White  has  opened  her  town  house 
on  Sacramento  Street  after  having  spent  the  sum- 
mer in  Mill  Valley. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Eugene  Cooper  Johnson  returned 
Tuesday  to  their  home  in  Los  Angeles  after  a 
month's  visit  in  the  East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  P.  Deering  have  returned 
from  the  East. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Eldridge  Green  have  returned 
from  San  Luis  Obispo  County,  where  they  were 
the  guests  of  the  Misses  Janet  and  Edith  von 
Schroder. 

Mrs.  Ursula  Stone  Shaen  has  recovered  from 
her  recent  illness  at  the  Presidio  Hospital,  and  is 
the  guest  of  her  mother,   Mrs.    Charles   Stone. 

Mrs.  Lane-Leonard  and  her  little  daughter  have 
returned  from  Pleasanton,  where  they  spent  the 
Thanksgiving  holidays. 

Miss  Helen  Chesebrough  has  returned  from 
Grass  Valley,  where  she  was  the  guest  of  Mrs. 
Arthur  Foote. 

Mrs.  Francis  Gay  of  Honolulu  has  gone  East  to 
spend  the  winter. 

Senator  Miles  Poindexter  of  Washington,  D. 
C,  has  been  a  recent  visitor  at  the  Hotel  St. 
Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Leon  Greenebaum  have  gone  to 
San  Diego  for  a  few  weeks'  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  M.  Bclshaw  have  closed 
their  country  home  in  Antioch  and  are  occupying 
their  apartments  at  the  Hotel    St.    Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Athearn  Folger  and  then 
daughters,  the  Misses  Evelyn  and  Genevieve   Cun- 


PERFECT  GIFT 

One  of  those  rarely  beautiful  holiday 
containers  packed  with  delicious, 
choice  Pig  &  Whistle  candies.  Noth- 
ing else  quite  so  charming  and  appro- 
priate. Packed  to  ship  perfectly,  and 
Will  reach  the  absent  one  just  at  the 
rght  time.     From  $2.50  to  $15. 


1 30  Post  Street 


ningham,    have    opened    their    town    house    for   the 
season. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  B.  Coryell  have  returned  from 
a  week's  motor  trip  in  Southern  California. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Sweeney  have  leased  a 
home  on  Broadway  and  Buchanan  Street  and  con- 
template remaining  permanently  in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  will  spend 
the  holidays  in  New  York  with  their  daughter, 
Miss  Helen  Crocker,  and  their  son,  Mr.  William 
H.    Crocker,  Jr. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Spreckels  and  their 
family  returned  to  town  Monday  after  having 
spent  the  Thanksgiving  holidays  at  their  country 
home   in    Sonoma   County. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  returned 
Sunday  from  a  month's  wedding  trip  in  Southern 
California  and  will  leave  today  for  Canada,  where 
they  will   remain   until   the  holidays. 

Miss  Louise  Mahoney,  who  has  been  absent  in 
the  Orient  during  the  past  twelve  months,  has 
returned  to  this  city  and  is  visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Morris  Meyerfeld  at  their  residence,  1809  Cali- 
fornia Street. 

Mr.  William  Holloway  left  Monday  for  his 
home  in  New  York  after  having  resided  in  this 
city  for  the  past  three  years. 

Captain  Edward  Sturgis,  TJ.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Sturgis  will  arrive  next  week  from  Honolulu. 
Mrs.  Sturgis,  who  was  formerly-  Miss  Edna  Mont- 
gomery, will  remain  here  with  her  mother,  Mrs. 
A.  Montgomery,  while  Captain  Sturgis  spends  a 
few  weeks  with   his   mother  in   Seattle. 

Captain  Charles  H.  Lyman,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Lyman  have  arrived  from  Bremerton  and  are  at 
Mare  Island,  where  they  wijl  reside  for  several 
years.  Captain  Lyman  has  recently  been  ap- 
pointed warden  of  the  naval  prison. 

Colonel  James  Rogers,  U.  S.  A.,  has  arrived 
from  Scofield  Barracks  and  is  a  guest  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

Major  John  P.  Haines,  U.  S.  A.,  is  in  town 
at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Lieutenant  James  Parker,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Parker  have  recently  taken  a  house  at  Annapolis, 
where  they  will  reside  indefinitely.  Mrs.  Parker, 
who  was  formerly  Miss  Julia  Langhorne,  is  enter- 
taining her  sister,  Mrs.  Richard  Hammond,  of 
this  city. 

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The  Gerville-Reache  Farewell  Concert. 

The  glorious  voice  and  exquisite  art  of  Mme. 
Gerville-Reache  aroused  her  auditors  to  the 
highest  pitch  of  enthusiasm  at  her  concert 
last  Sunday.  The  event  was  pronounced  one 
of  the  finest  music  offerings  ever  offered  by 
Manager  Will  Greenbaum,  and  that  is  saying 
no  little. 

The  second  and  farewell  concert  of  this 
great  contralto  will  be  given  at  Scottish  Rite 
Auditorium  this  Sunday  afternoon,  December 
8,  with  an  entire  change  of  programme. 

In  the  way  of  grand  opera  arias  we  are 
promised  numbers  from  the  old  classic  gem, 
"Jeannot  et  Colin,"  by  Nicolo ;  from  the  tragic 
work,  "Les  Troyens"  (The  Trojans),  by  Hec- 
tor Berlioz;  and  from  Tschaikow sky's  "Pique 
Dame."  Then  there  will  be  gems  of  German 
"lied"  by  Schubert,  Schumann,  and  Brahms, 
and  songs  in  Italian  and  French. 

But  rarely  in  a  generation  are  such  voices 
as  that  of  Mme.  Gerville-Reache  heard  and 
no  music  lover  can  afford  to  miss  this  notable 
concert.  Tickets  may  be  secured  at  the  music- 
store  box-offices  and  on  Sunday  at  the  hall. 


The  Beel  Quartet. 

The  third  concert  of  the  Beel  Quartet  will 
be  given  next  Tuesday  night,  December  10, 
in  the  ball-room  of  the  St.  Francis  Hotel. 
The  programme  will  consist  of  a  quartet  in  E 
by  Mendelssohn ;  Andante  and  Variations 
("Death  and  the  Maiden"),  from  the  quartet 
in  D  minor  by  Schubert;  and  the  quintet  by 
Schumann  for  piano  and  strings,  in  which  the 
organization  will  have  the  assistance  of  that 
splendid  artiste,  Mrs.  Oscar  Mansfeldt. 

Tickets  may  be  secured  at  the  usual  Green- 
baum box-offices. 


The  Maud  Powell  Violin  Recitals. 

Maud  Powell,  the  American  woman  who  has 
won  for  herself  a  place  in  the  very  front 
ranks  of  the  virtuosi  of  the  violin,  regardless 
of  sex,  and  who  is  unquestionably  the  fore- 
most American  in  the  field  of  the  instru- 
mentalist, is  announced  for  three  concerts  by 
Manager  Will  Greenbaum.  The  qualifications 
which  have  made  Maud  Powell's  success  are 
best  described  in  the  words  of  the  critic  who 
wrote  of  her:  "She  has  the  arm  of  a  man, 
the  head  of  an  artist,  and  the  heart  of  a 
woman."  The  repertory  of  Maud  Powell  is 
perhaps  the  largest  of  any  violinist  before  the 
public  and  her  programmes  are  replete  with 
important  and  beautiful  novelties. 

The  first  concert  will  be  given  next  Thurs- 
day night,  December  12,  at  Scottish  Rite 
Auditorium,  when  Mme.  Powell  will  introduce 
to  us  the  new  concerto  by  S.  Coleridge  Taylor, 
the  gifted  negro  composer  who  but  recently 
passed  away  just  as  he  was  achieving  a  world- 
wide fame.  Other  works  to  be  heard  here  for 
the  first  time  will  be  a  Caprice  by  Ogarew, 
and  a  scherzo,  "Marionettes,"  by  Gilbert; 
Kreisler's  "Liebeslied,"  the  berceuse  by 
Caesar  Cui,  and  the  old  classic  "Sonate"  by 
Nardini,  are  also  on  this  programme.  With 
the  assistance  of  Harold  Osborn  Smith,  the 
pianist  who  was  here  with  both  Bispham  and 
Bonci,  Mme.  Powell  will  play  the  Sonata  in 
D  minor,  for  piano  and  violin,  by  Brahms. 
Here  is  indeed  an  unhackneyed  programme  of 
violin  literature. 

The  second  Powell  concert  will  be  given 
Saturday  afternoon,  December  14,  with  an  en- 
tire change  of  programme,  and  the  farewell 
programme  will  be  a  specially  arranged  offer- 
ing on  Sunday  afternoon,  December  15,  when 


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Not  only  for  rich  or  fine  food 
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the  new  "Concertstueck"  in  F  sharp  minor, 
by  Max  Bruch,  will  be  heard  for  the  first  time 
here. 

The  sale  of  seats  for  the  Maud  Powell  con- 
certs will  open  Monday  at  the  music-store 
box-offices. 


Godowsky  ,'Pianist  and  Composer. 

No  less  than  fifteen  pianists  were  offered  to 
Manager  Greenbaum  this  season  by  various 
Eastern  and  European  impresarios  and  it  was 
quite  a  puzzle  to  make  the  right  selections. 
While  every  one  of  the  artists  offered  was  of 
high  standing  and  repute,  our  local  manager 
realized  that  to  attract  the  attention  of  the 
public  he  must  select  only  a  few  of  the  very 
greatest. 

Of  all  the  list  the  most  important  and  like- 
wise the  most  expensive  was  Godowsky,  head 
master  at  the  Meisterschule  for  Piano  of  the 
Royal  Conservatory  of  Vienna.  For  the  past 
eight  years  various  managements  have  at- 
tempted to  secure  Godowsky 's  services  for  an 
American  tour,  but  when  they  ascertained  the 
amount  necessary  to  secure  such  services  they 
did  not  have  the  courage  to  attempt  it.  With 
the  single  exception  of  Paderewski,  this  Polish 
artist  is  the  highest  paid  pianist  and  teacher 
in  the  world,  and  he  can  secure  engagements 
at  this  fee  in  cities  where  his  gifted  country- 
man is  barely  recognized.  Unquestionably, 
Leopold  Godowsky  is  now  the  greatest  of  all 
the  pianists. 

This  artist  will  appear  at  the  Columbia  The- 
atre early  in  the  new  year. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Mills 
has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of  a  son. 
Mrs.  Mills,  who  was  formerly  Miss  Claire 
Nichols,  is  the  daughter  of  Bishop  William 
Ford  Nichols  and  Mrs.  Nichols. 


The  home  in  India  of  Captain  Foster  Gret- 
ton  and  Mrs.  Gretton  has  been  brightened  by 
the  advent  of  a  son.  Mrs.  Gretton  is  a  sister 
of  Dr.  W.  A.  McEnery,  formerly  of  this  city 
and  Burlingame. 


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FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

"A  Modern  Eve"  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

Music  lovers  are  much  interested  in  the 
forthcoming  engagement  of  the  Berlin  ope- 
retta, "A  Modern  Eve,"  which  Mort  H. 
Singer  and  Martin  Beck  will  present  at  the 
Cort  Theatre  on  Sunday  night,  for  an  engage- 
ment of  two  weeks,  with  matinees  Wednes- 
days and  Saturdays. 

The  melodies  of  Victor  Hollaender  and 
Jean  Gilbert,  composers  of  the  music  of  "A 
Modern  Eve,"  already  enjoy  a  widespread 
vogue.  Mort  H.  Singer  is  credited  with  the 
greatest  success  in  his  producing  career  in 
this  musical  offering,  which  was  produced  last 
April  in  Chicago  and  sprang  into  immediate 
favor.  Its  twenty  weeks'  run  of  sustained 
capacity  business  speaks  volumes  for  its 
merits.  The  elaborate  staging  of  the  Berlin 
operetta  is  pronounced  the  last  thing  in  scenic 
environment  and  in  costumes.  The  scenes  of 
the  story  are  laid  in  France,  and  the  interest 
centres  about  the  Cascadier  family,  consisting 
of  father,  mother,  and  two  attractive  daugh- 
ters. While  advocating  sex  equality,  the 
mother  assumes  superiority  for  her  sex,  and 
dominates  the  household.  The  husband  and 
father  is  in  reality  the  housekeeper,  while 
Mine.  Cascadier  practices  law  and  attends  her 
clubs.  The  two  daughters  are  also  engaged 
in  professional  pursuits,  one  as  a  physician, 
the  other  as  an  artist.  They  are  to  be  inde- 
pendent of  men  and  above  silly  love  affairs. 
But  two  ardent  and  desirable  suitors  compli- 
cate matters,  finally  routing  the  forceful 
mother  and  compelling  the  daughters  to 
capitulate  in  love.  Among  the  most  attractive 
numbers  to  be  heard  are  "Good-by,  Every- 
body," "Hello,  Sweetheart,"  "You're  Such  a 
Lonesome  Moon  Tonight,"  "Rita,  My  Mar- 
garita," "Is  the  Girl  You  Married  Still  the 
Girl  You  Love?"  and  "Every  Day  Is  Christ- 
mas When  You're  Married."  Included  in  the 
cast  of  principals  are  Adele  Rowland,  Alexan- 
der Clark,  Ray  Raymond,  Louis  Kelso,  John 
Dickinson,  John  Patton,  Marion  Roddy,  Hen^ 
rietta  Tedro,  and  Arline  Boling.  The  famous 
Chicago  beauty  chorus  will  be  a  feature,  and 
the  marvelous  Millers,  exponents  of  the  art 
of  rag-time  waltzing  and  two-stepping,  will 
prove  a  genuine  novelty. 


"The  Quaker  Girl"  at  the  Columbia  Theatre 
Society  has  made  an  event  of  the  current 
engagement  of  "The  Quaker  Girl"  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre,  where  this  dainty  and  de- 
lightful operetta  is  playing  to  large  and  en- 
thusiastic audiences.  It  is  a  pleasing  con- 
ception, with  haunting  melodies,  an  exquisite 
waltz,  and  a  delicious  blending  of  scenic, 
feminine,  and  sartorial  loveliness.  Victor 
Morley,  with  an  excellence  of  voice  and  a 
lightness  of  foot  that  is  the  gay  accompani- 
ment of  his  youthful  buoyancy,  is  the  debonair 
hero  of  the  play.  He  is  especially  happy  in 
two  songs,  "Get  Away,  I'm  a  Married  Man" 
and  "Take  a  Little  Shine  to  Me."  Another 
great  song  hit  of  the  play  is  "Come  to  the 
Ball,"  a  waltz  which  is  being  hummed  and 
whistled  all  over  London  and  New  York. 
Natalie  Alt  is  no  less  winning  as  the  heroine 
of  the  story,  and  the  Quaker  maiden  in  ro- 
mantic and  novel  situations.  A  large  special 
orchestra  accompanies  the  production  under 
the  direction  of  Mr.  Frank  Robb.  There  will 
be  the  usual  Wednesday  and  Saturday  mati- 
nees during  this  engagement. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

Little  Billy,  the  Orpheum's  next  week's 
headliner,  is  a  tiny  chap  of  nineteen,  well  edu- 
cated and  gifted  with  histrionic  ability.  As  a 
comedian  he  is  particularly  brilliant,  and  he 
excels  in  singing  and  dancing.  His  versa- 
tility is  illustrated  by  his  impersonation  of  a 
number  of  characters  of  various  types. 

Direct  from  Tokyo  come  the  Mikado's 
Royal  Japanese  Athletes,  sixteen  perfect 
physical  specimens,  representing  the  flower  of 
Japan's  athletes.  The  first  part  of  their  act 
is  devoted  to  two  Japanese  women  and  three 
men  in  Jui  Jitsu  as  it  is  taught  in  the  public 
schools  of  Japan  in  order  that  women  and 
children  may  defend  themselves  when  at- 
tacked. The  second  part  consists  of  the  na- 
tional sport  of  wrestling,  the  Japanese  word 
for  which  is  Sumo.  The  wrestling  is  a  sort 
of  catch-as-catch-can,  and  on  the  order  of  a 
battle  royal  one  man  must  throw  five  others 
in  succession  in  order  to  win. 

Jere  Grady  and  Frankie  Carpenter,  sup- 
ported by  their  own  company,  will  appear  in 
their  comedy  hit,  "The  Butterfly,"  which  en- 
ables Mr.  Grady  as  Michael  Murphy  to  pre- 
sent another  of  those  delightful  Irish  charac- 
terizations he  seems  to  have  the  power  to 
create  at  will.  Miss  Carpenter  is  a  hand- 
some and  accomplished  ingenue  who  for  sev- 
eral years  has  starred  in  the  East  at  the  head 
of  her  own  company.  Her  role  is  that  of  an 
actress  called  "The  Butterfly,"  with  whom 
Murphy's  son  is  infatuated  and  the  scene  is 
her  dressing-room  at  the  theatre. 

Mignonette  Kokin,  the  original  English  Tur- 
key Hop  Girl,  will  be  a  feature  of  next  week's 
bill.     Her  impersonations  are  always  original. 

Galetti's  Monkeys  will  present  "A  Day  at 
the  Circus,"  in  which  they  portray  the  amuse- 
ments one  generally  sees  there.  These 
simians  are  conceded  to  be  the  most  perfectly 
r-^  vaudeville. 


Next  week  closes  the  engagements  of  Ed 
Morton,  the  comedian  who  sings  ;  the  Flying 
Martins,  and  Marion  Littlefield's  Florentine 
Singers.  The  latter  will  be  heard  in  an  en- 
tirely new  programme. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
Musical  comedy  at  its  best  will  be  heard  at 
Pantages  for  the  week  commencing  December 
S,  when  Tom  Linton,  the  noted  comedian,  and 
his  "Jungle  Girls,"  with  Miss  Grace  Lindquist, 
will  make  their  local  debut  in  the  scenic  sing- 
ing and  dancing  tropical  oddity,  "The  Up-to- 
Date  Missionary."  Not  a  dull  moment  will 
be  recorded  in  the  performance,  and  the 
scenic  and  electrical  effects  surpass  anything 
that  has  yet  been  attempted  at  popular  prices. 
Mr.  Linton  is  a  noted  fun-maker,  and  is  well 
placed  as  the  hapless  missionary,  while  George 
Townsend,  as  the  ferocious  lion  of  the  jungle, 
invariably  provokes  gales  of  laughter.  Miss 
Linquist  is  a  comedienne  who  can  sing  and 
dance.  The  Jungle  Girls  will  not  disappoint. 
The  musical  numbers  are  many  and  the 
humor  is  enjoyable.  Sol  Berns,  the  Hebrew 
character  comedian,  always  funny  yet  never 
offensive,  is  to  be  seen  in  this  programme. 
Thiessen's  Pets  will  afford  the  younger 
patrons  of  vaudeville  ample  opportunity  to 
enjoy  themselves,  for  these  wonderful  little 
fox-terriers  give  a  performance  that  is  aston- 
ishing. "A  Matter  of  Custom"  is  a  serio- 
comedy  in  one  act  which  L.  H.  Rose  and  his 
excellent  supporting  company  will  present. 
Paul  Florus,  xylophone  artist,  will  be  an- 
other attraction.  The  Lovelands,  musical 
artists,  De  Kolb  and  his  equilibristic  girls, 
Mile.  Ethelea,  the  dainty  aerial  artist,  and  the 
wonderful  Pope  pictures  showing  His  Holi- 
ness, Pope  Piux  X,  with  views  of  the  Vati- 
can, complete  what  would  appear  to  be  the 
very  best  bill  of  vaudeville  ever  seen  at  the 
Pantages  Theatre. 


"The    Rose   Maid"    comes   to    the    Columbia 
Theatre  on  December  16. 


Orpheum  advance  announcements  are  of 
prime  interest,  if  not  sensational.  Ada  Reeve, 
the  English  comedienne,  plays  her  third  en- 
gagement at  the  popular  vaudeville  house  be- 
ginning December  15;  the  Orpheum  Road 
Show  comes  December  22,  for  Christmas 
week,  and  Sarah  Bernhardt  in  person  will  ap- 
pear there  the  week  of  February  9. 


Loring  Club  Concert. 

The  programme  announced  for  the  second 
concert  of  the  thirty-sixth  season  of  the 
Loring  Club,  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium,  on 
Tuesday  evening,  December  10,  is  a  very  at- 
tractive one  to  the  musician. 

One  of  the  compositions  on  this  programme 
which  has  never  been  heard  in  San  Fran- 
cisco is  George  W.  Chadwick's  "Credo,"  this 
being  a  setting  of  Thackeray's  really  humor- 
ous lines  which  Chadwick  has  set  with  a  full 
grasp  of  their  spirit;  others  having  their  first 
San  Francisco  performance  are  Arthur  Sulli- 
van's "Evening,"  Hatton's  "He  that  hath  a 
cheerful  face,"  and  the  folkslied,  "The  Little 
Sandman." 

The  largest  and  most  important  work  to  be 
presented  is  Schubert's  "The  Song  of  the 
Spirits  over  the  Waters,"  this  being  for  cho 
rus  of  men's  voices  in  eight  parts  with  the  un- 
usual accompaniment  of  violas,  violoncellos, 
bass,  piano,  and  organ,  and  the  club  will  pro- 
duce this  work  as  scored  by  the  composer. 
This  is  Schubert's  Opus  No.  167,  and  was 
composed  in  the  year  1821.  Sir  George  Grove, 
one  of  the  greatest  authorities  on  Schubert, 
describes  the  work  as  of  great  beauty,  "enor- 
mously difficult  and  perfectly  in  character  with 
Goethe's  poem." 

The  club  will  be  assisted  by  Mr.  Herbert 
Riley,  solo  violoncello,  who  will  be  heard  in 
the  andante  from  Haydn's  Concerto  in  C,  and 
also  in  movements  for  violoncello  by  Hugo 
Becker,    v    Goens,    Chopin,    and    others. 

Music  associated  with  Christmas  has  come 
to  be  a  feature  of  the  Loring  Club's  Decem- 
ber concerts,  the  present  programme  including 
portions  of  Mendelssohn's  "Festgesang,"  and 
several  traditional  carols  such  as  "The  Was- 
sail Song,"  "The  First  Nowell,"  etc. 

The  concert  will  be  under  the  direction  of 
Mr.   Wallace  A.   Sabin. 


L.  Frank  Baum,  author  of  "The  Wizard  of 
Oz,"  has  collaborated  with  Louis  Gottschalk, 
a  California  musician,  in  writing  an  extrava- 
ganza called  "The  Tick-Tock  Man,"  and  it 
will  be  produced  by   Oliver   Morosco   in  Los 

Angeles. 

«♦— 

Otis  Harlan,  who  is  now  playing  the  de- 
tective in  Henry  W.  Savage's  "Little  Boy 
Blue,"  is  said  to  be  one  of  the  richest  actors 
in  the  profession.  Harlan  began  his  profes- 
sional career  with  the  late  Charles  H.  Hoyt. 


An  exhibition  of  paintings  by  Anne  M. 
Bremer  is  on  view  at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel, 
in  the  Rose  room,  second  floor,  each  day  from 
ten  a.  m.  to  ten  p.  m,  to  December  10. 


In  the  "Christmas  Box" — Be  sure  there's  a 
box  of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  candies  included 
with  the  rest  of  the  Good  Cheer.  Four  con- 
veniently located  stores:  Phelan  Building, 
Fillmore  and  Ellis  Streets,  Polk  and  Sutter 
Streets,  and  28  Market  Street,  near  Ferry. 


Mrs.  Alex.  Pantages's  Christmas  Gifts  for  Children. 
In  a  quiet  way  it  has  always  been  known 
that  Mrs.  Alex.  Pantages  makes  many  chari- 
table gifts,  and  her  contributions  have  always 
been  generous,  but  doubtless  the  best  of  all 
her  charities  is  the  innovation  she  has  estab- 
lished of  entertaining  in  every  city  in  which 
her  husband  has  a  theatre  the  orphans  and 
poor  children  on  Christmas  morning  with  a 
special  vaudeville  performance,  Christinas 
tree,    candy,    and    useful    presents    as    well    as 


toys.  The  coming  Christmas  will  be  no  excep- 
tion to  the  established  custom,  and  locally  it 
has  an  added  interest,  for  it  will  be  the  first 
time  held  here,  and  it  will  also  celebrate  the 
first  year  of  the  Pantages  Theatre  in  San 
Francisco.  All  of  the  orphans  of  the  city  as 
well  as  the  newsboys  and  poor  children  will 
be  admitted  to  the  theatre  free,  and  a  big 
vaudeville  programme  has  been  arranged, 
lasting  from  ten  a.  m.  until  noon.  It  will  be 
a   gala   occasion   for   many. 


Try  It  Tomorrow 
for  Breakfast 

And  you'll  like  it  so  well 
that  you'll  use  it  every  morn- 
ing in  preference  to  any 
other.  It  is  made  to  appeal 
to  people  of  discriminating 
taste,  and  is  of  such  excep- 
tional quality  that  its  makers 
invite  you  to  compare  it  with 
all  other  makes,  imported  or 
domestic. 

IMPERIAL  COCOA  ia  manufac- 
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Though  wonderfully  rich, 
refreshing  and  invigorating, 
it  can  be  easily  assimilated 
by  the  weakest  stomach. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers. 
Ask  for  IMPERIAL. 


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December  7,  1912. 


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"Do  they  have  music  at  this  hotel 
only  an  orchestra." — Judge. 

Church — Does  your  friend  vote  as  he  prays? 
Gotham — Yes,  I  think  so  ;  about  once  a  year. 
— Yonkers  Statesman. 

The  society  for  the  suppression  of  unusual 
noises  won  a  signal  victory  at  the  last  elec- 
tion.— Philadelphia  Ledger. 

"Now  a  big  Chicago  firm  complains  that  its 
girls  will  not  stay  single."  "Well,  will  they 
stay  married  ?" — Boston  Globe. 

"I  want  a  nice  book  for  an  invalid." 
"Something  religious,  madam  ?"  "Er — no — 
he's   convalescent." — Boston  Transcript. 

"She  looks  so  discontented  and  dissatisfied." 
"No  wonder;  she  has  a  husband  who  gets  her 
everything  she   wants!" — London   Opinion. 

Customer — I  want  a  ton  of  coal.  Dealer — 
Yes,  sir.  What  size?  Customer — Well,  if  it's 
not  asking  too  much,  I'd  like  to  have  a  2000- 
pound  ton. — Brooklyn  Life. 

Blobbs — Henpeckke  always  reminds  me  of 
a  mouse.  Slobbs — Nonsense !  If  he  was  any- 
thing like  a  mouse  his  wife  would  be  afraid 
of  him. — Philadelphia  Record. 

Mrs.  Brozvn-Smith — They  must  be  very 
happily  married.  Mrs.  Jones-Robinson — Why 
do  you  think  so  ?  Mrs.  Brown-Smith — Oh, 
they  see  so  little  of  each  other. — Judge. 

Guest — Delightful  party  you  are  having  to- 
night, old  fellow.  Host — Yes,  I  am  giving  it 
to  my  wife.  It  is  the  twelfth  anniversary  of 
her  thirtieth  birthday. — Harper's  Bazar. 

Guest — Yes,  my  wife  has  been  ill,  but  she 
is  out  again  now.  Hostess — What  doctor  did 
you  have  ?  Guest — No  doctor  at  all.  I 
bought  her  a  new  hat. — London  Opinion. 

"Father,  did  mother  accept  you  the  first 
time  you  proposed  to  her?"  "Yes,  my  dear, 
but  since  then  any  proposal  that  I  have  ever 
made  she  has  scornfully  rejected." — Detroit 
Free  Press. 

"Casey,  do  you  know  what  corporal  punish- 
ment is?"  "Sure,  I  do,"  said  Private  Casey. 
"It's  having  a  blackguard  over  you  who  thinks 
he's  as  good  as  his  colonel." — Birmingham 
Age-Herald. 

"Hello,  Jones !  I  hear  you  were  sick." 
"Yes;  I  was  threatened  with  a  fever,  but  the 
doctor  succeeded  in  arresting  it."  "Ah !  he 
arrested  it  for  making  threats,  I  suppose." — 
Boston  Transcript. 

"More  tough  luck,"  whispered  his  wife. 
"Well,  what  now?'"  he  muttered.  "You  know 
Miss  Green  never  sings  without  her  music  ?" 
"Yes."  "Well,  she's  brought  her  music." — 
Detroit  Free  Press. 

Storekeeper — They  are  society  people. 
They  belong  to  our  first  and  last  families. 
Customer — You  mean  "first  families"  ?  Store- 
keeper— No  ;  first  and  last.  First  to  ask  credit 
and  last  to  pay. — Puck. 

"What  can  I  write  to  Mr.  Penn  in  answer 
to  his  request  for  an  honest  opinion  on  his 
recent  articles  ?  They  are  as  heavy  as  lead." 
"Then  just  tell  him  his  articles  carry  great 
weight." — Baltimore  American. 

Rich  Man  (to  clerk) — I  started  in  at  the 
lowest  rung  of  the  ladder.  My  first  wife  got 
only  five  dollars  a  week  alimony.  Now  look 
at  me !  Paying  three  hundred  to  my  last, 
and  I  haven't  stopped  climbing  yet ! — Puck. 

Caller  (in  Nexv  York  apartment  house) — 
Did  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Tremper  ever  live  here  ? 
Bellboy — Does  yo,  'member,  Sam  ?  Other 
Bellboy — Yais.  But  they  only  had  a  back 
apartment.  Us  boys  never  reckernized  'em. 
— Puck. 

"There  are  two  sides  to  every  argument," 
said  the  ready-made  philosopher.  "Yes,"  re- 
plied the  gloomy  person ;  "but  it  makes  a 
difference  which  side  you  choose.  There  are 
two  sides  to  a  piece  of  fly  paper." — Washing- 
ton Star. 

"What's  the  noise  in  the  cellar?"  "Some 
one  told  Miss  Unwed  at  our  Hallowe'en  party 
that  if  she  would  walk  down  the  cellar  stairs 
backward  and  stand  looking  over  her  left 
shoulder  she  would  see  the  face  of  the  man 
she  is  to  marry."  "But  this  is  the  first  of 
December  !"  "I  know  it.  She's  down  there 
yet." — Judge. 


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Merchandise  Order 

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Christmas  Gift 

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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  Municipal  Election — The  Mayor  and  the 
"Coast"— Colonel  Goethals  and  Panama — Miss  Addams 
Acquitted — Railroad  Regulation  and  the  Public  In- 
terest   : 1389-390 

EDITORIAL  LETTER:     Politics  in  Los  Angeles 391 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By   Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn 392 

OLD   FAVORITES:     "The  Moss-Rose,"  by  Henry  Newbolt; 

"A    Dead    March,"    by    Cosmo    Monkhouse 392 

PARDONED   BY  GOVERNOR  DIX:     "Flaneur"  Writes  of 

Albert  T.  Patrick,  Liberated  after  Teh  Years  in  Prison        393 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 393 

THE  CURATE  OF  CARLOW:     How  He  Was  Saved  at  the 

Eleventh    Hour.     By    Harry    Cow'ell 394 

JOHN  GALSWORTHY'S  LATEST:  The  Newest  Develop- 
ment of  London  Dramatic  Experiments.  Bv  Henry 
C.    Shelley    395 

CURRENT  VERSE:  "My  November  Guest,"  by  Robert 
Frost;  "For  a  Fly-Leaf  of  Lanier's  Poems,"  by  Hilton 
R.  Geer;  "Tomorrow's  Guerdon, "  by  Harriet  Whitney 
Symonds;  "Black  Wings,"  by  Will  H.  Ogilvie 396 

THE   LATEST  BOOKS :     Critical   Notes— Briefer   Reviews —  -   . 

Gossip  of  Books  and  "Authors — New  Books  Received. .  .396-398 

DRAMA:     "A  Modern  Eve."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps 399 

FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT 399 

VANITY  FAIR:  Dinner-Table  Diagrams— A  Guide  to  the 
Guest  that  Inspires  Gratitude — Warnings  Mixed  with 
Admonitions  in  a  Little  Book — Clubmen  Who  Button- 
hole Judges — Leniency  for  the  Speed-Crazed — When 
Science  Charts  the  Charms  Feminine — Paris  Dress 
Labels  and  Their  Uses— The  Servants  of  the  Rich 400 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           401 

THE    MERRY    MUSE : 401 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts .    . . 402 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events 403 

THE   MUSICAL    SEASON 403 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day . 404 

The  Municipal  Election. 

Tuesday's  election,  in  which  there  were  submitted  to 
popular  vote  a  little  matter  of  thirty-seven  amendments 
to  the  municipal  charter,  turns  out  very  well.  Among 
the  things  carried  were  certain  minor  authorizations 
essential  to  the  civic  centre  project,  to  the  building  of 
the  exposition,  etc.  More  important  by  far  were  the 
things  defeated.  There  were  half  a  dozen  charter 
amendments  all  to  the  end  of  increasing  the  emoluments 
of  officialism  at  the  cost  of  the  taxpayers.  Particularly 
grasping  in  its  provisions  and  offensively  gross  in  the 
methods  of  exploitation  was  the  effort  to  increase  the 
privileges  and  the  pay  of  the  fire  department.  Against 
every  rule  of  propriety,  even  against  the  law,  the  fire- 
men organized  a  campaign  in  their  own  interest  and 
supported  it  by  a  series  of  half-truths  having  in  them 
all  the  quality  of  downright  lies.  The  result  is  a  propel 
rebuke. 

Another  properly  defeated  project  was  that  which 
styled  itself  district  local  option.  This  was  a  measure 
calculated  by  certain  moral  theorists,  possibly  well  in- 
tentioned,  to  impose  their  own  ideas  upon  other  people. 


It  was  a  measure  offensive  to  the  fundamental  prin- 
ciple of  individual  liberty,  and  it  deserved  defeat.  Still 
another  defeated  measure  was  one  which  proposed  to 
exempt  water  bonds  from  the  charter  limitation  upon 
municipal  indebtedness.  While  addressed  directly  to  a 
single  purpose  this  proposal  was  intended  as  an  enter- 
ing wedge  for  other  schemes  of  municipal  ownership. 
The  public  saw  the  danger  and  properly  put  its  veto 
upon  the  proposal. 

On  the  whole  there  was  surprising  and  gratifying 
discrimination  on  the  part  of  the  public.  The  result 
proves  among  other  things  that  the  voters  of  San 
Francisco  are  fairly  awake  to  their  interests,  at  least 
when  matters  present  themselves  in  forms  which  touch 
the  pocket,  and  that  they  are  not  to  be  relied  upon  to 
support  every  novelty  which  appears  under  specious 
disguises. 

Many  circumstances  in  connection  with  this  election 
attest  the  weariness  and  disgust  of  the  public  with  a 
system  which  makes  going  to  the  polls  an  almost  weekly 
incident.  There  is  too  much  of  it — too  much  voting, 
too  much  politics,  too  much  agitation  of  things  depend- 
ent upon  the  public  will.  The  people  want  a  rest  from 
these  things,  and  if  they  don't  get  it  one  way  they  will 
try  another.  Many  wearied  and  disgusted  citizens 
didn't  go  to  the  polls  at  all  on  Tuesday.  Others  by  way 
of  protest  voted  no  upon  every  proposition.  Another 
time  there  will  be  more  to  follow  one  or  another  of 
these  undiscriminating  precedents. 


The  Mayor  and  the  "Coast." 
Mr.  Rolph  is  hardly  to  be  congratulated  upon  his 
attitude  toward  the  attack  on  vice  conditions  in  San 
Francisco  made  last  week  by  Captain  Meagher  of 
the  Chicago  police.  It  seems  that  Captain  Meagher 
has  paid  a  visit  to  San  Francisco,  and  his  curiosity 
as  to  police  regulations  was  sufficient  reason  for 
a  visit  to  the  Barbary  Coast.  Now  we  are  not 
at  all  proud  of  the  Barbary  Coast.  What  little  we 
know  of  it — and  the  average  San  Franciscan  knows 
very  little  indeed  of  it — is  not  to  the  credit  of  the  city. 
At  the  same  time  there  is  a  right  way  to  condemn  and 
there  is  a  wrong  way,  and  Captain  Meagher  chose  the 
latter.  He  returned  to  Chicago  and  said  that  San 
Francisco  was  "the  worst  vice-ridden  city  in  the  coun- 
try," and  he  thereby  showed  an  ignorance  of  Chicago 
itself  that  is  not  very  creditable  to  a  police  official.  If 
Captain  Meagher  had  said  that  San  Francisco  contained 
some  disgraceful  resorts  in  its  purlieus,  that  some  of 
its  dives  and  bagnios  were  bad  enough  to  warrant  sup- 
pression, he  would  have  said  what  was  strictly  true. 
But  he  did  more  than  this.  He  put  his  nose  into  a 
garbage  can  and  then  denounced  the  whole  city  for  its 
ill  smell.  He  went  to  the  headquarters  of  vice  and 
assumed  that  it  represented  San  Francisco. 

That  a  Chicago  policeman  should  commit  a  folly  is 
not  surprising.  The  force  as  a  whole  may  possibly 
have  its  virtues,  but  civic  wisdom  is  not  among  them, 
and  Captain  Meagher  did  no  more  than  might  be  ex- 
pected of  a  policeman  eager  to  exalt  his  own  city  by 
libeling  another.  It  is  the  kind  of  thing  that  small 
people  are  apt  to  do.  But  it  is  surprising  that  the 
mayor  of  San  Francisco,  confronted  with  Captain 
Meagher's  strictures,  should  adopt  the  mien  of  a 
chastened  child,  should  express  an  astounding  unaware- 
ness  of  conditions  in  his  own  city  and  should  be  so 
ready  with  penitent  promises  of  amendment  even  be- 
fore a  true  bill  has  been  found.  With  such  a  mayoral 
example  before  them  it  is  small  wonder  that  the  peram- 
bulating clergymen  and  the  like  who  imitate  Captain 
Meagher's  explorations  in  the  Barbary  Coast,  but  with- 
out Captain  Meagher's  official  excuse,  should  feel  en- 
couraged to  hasten  home  to  the  immaculate  purities  of 
Xew  York  with  their  stories  of  our  depravity.  It  is 
small  wonder  that  even  the  Rev.  Mr.  Aked  should  mar 
a  social  occasion  by  an  untimely  and  an  unjust  gen- 
eralization on  the  supposed  wickedness  of  a  city  that 
extends  to  him  so  substantial  and  so  liberal  a  hospitality. 


The  mayor  is  presumably  aware  that  vicious  people  act 
viciously,  whether  in  San  Francisco  or  elsewhere.  Pre- 
sumably he  is  also  aware  that  no  one  ever  yet  made  an 
unsuccessful  search  for  wickedness.  If  he  felt  it  neces- 
sary to  answer  Captain  Meagher  at  all — and  it  was  by 
no  means  necessary — he  might  have  expressed  a  polite 
regret  that  a  strange  law  of  gravitation  should  lead  so 
many  of  our  distinguished  visitors  to  the  manure  heap. 
There  are  many  things  that  he  might  have  said,  and 
there  is  one  thing  that  he  ought  to  have  said.  He 
ought  to  have  said,  and  somewhat  warmly,  too,  that 
the  Barbary  Coast  is  not  San  Francisco,  and  that  the 
vice  conditions  of  San  Francisco  as  a  whole  compare 
favorably  with  those  of  any  other  great  city  in  Christen- 
dom. 

It  would  have  been  the  truth,  and  it  is  time  that  the 
truth  should  be  told,  and  retold  as  often  as  necessary. 
We  have  had  too  much  of  the  vilification  of  San  Fran- 
cisco by  Eastern  visitors  who  seize  the  opportunity  to 
make  broad  their  phylacteries  at  our  expense  and  to 
thank  God  publicly  that  they  are  not  as  other  men — that 
is  to  say,  as  us.  And  so  for  the  benefit  of  police  captains, 
holiday-making  clergymen,  Mr.  Aked,  and  missionaries 
who  have  the  effrontery  to  tell  us  to  our  faces  that  our 
misfortunes  are  "judgments  of  God"  and  that  San 
Francisco  is  "the  worst  vice-ridden  city  in  the  country," 
let  us  suggest  a  new  standard  of  virtue  that  has  pos- 
sibly escaped  their  attention  and  for  reasons  not  wholly 
removed  from  self-interest.  Let  it  then  be  suggested 
that  the  only  standard  of  virtue  that  can  properly  be 
applied  to  a  great  city  is  the  extent  of  the  protection 
from  temptation  that  it  affords  to  the  young  and  to  the 
susceptible.  And  the  Barbary  Coast,  broadly  speaking, 
is  not  a  temptation  to  the  young,  seeing  that  those  who 
go  there  do  so  for  a  specific  purpose  and  with  the 
same  assurance  that  they  would  enter  a  shop  to  buy  its 
wares.  The  Barbary  Coast  is  not  upon  any  legitimate 
line  of  travel.  It  is  a  pesthouse  that  the  honest  citizen 
need  never  approach.  It  does  not  obtrude  itself  upon 
sight  and  smell.  Disgraceful  as  it  is,  it  is  yet  restricted, 
hidden,  cornered.  It  can  of  course  be  found,  since 
vice  can  always  be  found,  even  among  the  exquisite 
sanctities  of  Chicago.  But  it  is  not  among  the  evils 
that  we  stumble  upon  unawares.  It  does  not  waylay 
the  visitor,  dog  his  footsteps,  solicit  him. 

San  Francisco,  outside  the  Barbary  Coast,  is  more 
free  from  the  sights  and  sounds  that  offend  than  any 
city  of  its  size  in  Christendom,  and  those  with  any 
cosmopolitan  experience  know  that  this  is  true.  The 
visitor  may  walk  from  end  to  end  of  Market  Street, 
along  most  of  the  great  avenues  of  traffic,  at  any  hour 
of  the  day  or  night,  and  nowhere  will  he  see  those  per- 
suasions to  moral  corruption  that  are  so  often  a  veri- 
table pestilence  elsewhere.  And  nowhere,  from  end  to 
end  of  the  city,  are  the  young  assailed  by  those  gross 
temptations  that  are  so  often  irresistible  to  a  passionate 
inexperience.  There  is  no  need  to  follow  the  bad  ex- 
ample of  Captain  Meagher  and  to  draw  comparisons. 
Possibly  he  can  draw  them  for  himself  with  the  new 
standard  of  city  morality  that  has  been  suggested  to 
him.  And  possibly  the  mayor  himself  may  find  that  he 
has  ammunition  in  his  gun  when  next  he  takes  his 
walks  abroad  and  is  informed  by  police  captains  and 
the  like  that  San  Francisco  is  "the  worst  vice-ridden 
city  in  the  country." 


Colonel  Goethals  and  Panama. 

Mr.  Taft's  latest  presidential  message  contains  a 
recommendation  that  Colonel  Goethals  be  promoted  as 
a  reward  for  his  services  in  connection  with  Panama. 
Heaven  only  knows  what  wildernesses  of  red  tape  may 
hinder  a  wise  suggestion,  but  if  we  had  acquired  the 
capacity  to  see  straight  and  to  appreciate  character  the 
President's  proposal  would  be  adopted  instantly  and 
netnine  contradiccnte.  For  fidelity,  ability,  and  execu- 
tive wisdom  Colonel  Goethals  is  the  foremost  Ameri- 
can of  his  day. 

There    are    some    curious    consider. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  14,  1912. 


hardly  be  banished  from  the  mind  in  connection  with 
the  services  of  Colonel  Goethals.  How  comes  it  that 
we  are  so  ready  to  put  aside  every  one  of  our  vaunted 
ratic  ideals  as  soon  as  some  real  work  demands 
the  service  of  a  real  man?  Here  at  home  the  clamor 
of  the  demagogue  is  almost  unopposed.  It  is  almost 
high  treason  to  suggest  that  any  man  is  too  ignorant, 
silly,  or  too  degenerate  to  participate  in  the  gov- 
ernment of  the  country  and  to  decide  on  the  legal  ca- 
pacity  of  a  judge  or  on  the  merits  of  enormous  prob- 
lems. Apparently  there  is  hardly  any  one  left  to  resist 
the  idea  that  the  kingdom  of  heaven  upon  earth  is 
awaiting  the  bestowal  of  still  more  powers  upon  the 
mass  of  citizens,  and  yet  greater  rights  to  interfere 
with  the  mechanism  of  government  as  the  will,  the 
whim,  or  the  passion  of  the  moment  may  dictate. 

Now  if  these  things  are  good  for  America  why  are 
they  not  also  good  for  Panama.  Panama  is  practically 
an  American  possession.  It  is  peopled  by  Americans. 
It  is  the  seat  of  a  vast  national  treasure  in  the  form 
of  the  canal.  One  would  suppose  that  if  democratic 
government  were  actually  the  blessing  that  it  is  sup- 
posed to  be,  if  it  were  needed  anywhere  upon  earth,  it 
would  be  peculiarly  indispensable  at  Panama.  But  as 
a  matter  of  fact  no  one  has  ever  suggested  that  Panama 
be  governed  democratically.  Amid  the  atmosphere  of 
political  silliness  in  which  we  live  at  home  no  one  has 
been  quite  so  silly  as  this.  Even  the  demagogue  knows 
— although  he  does  not  confess  it — that  democracy  as 
an  executive  instrument,  as  a  means  for  doing  some- 
thing that  must  be  done,  is  too  absurd  for  words. 

The  government  at  Panama  is  Colonel  Goethals,  and 
Colonel  Goethals  is  the  government  of  Panama.  He  is 
president,  congress,  and  judiciary.  His  word  is  su- 
preme in  even,-  department,  and  there  is  no  appeal.  The 
Americans  at  Panama  are  not  aware  that  they  are 
living  under  an  absolute  monarchy.  If  they  have  any 
yearnings  for  politics  and  for  elections  they  keep  those 
vearnings  to  themselves.  There  is  not  a  man  in  the 
whole  territory  who  has  the  influence  of  a  mouse  in 
the  government  of  the  zone,  but  there  are  no  com- 
plaints, no  quarrels,  no  parties,  no  platforms,  no  votes. 
The  explanation  of  the  whole  thing  is  very  simple. 
There  is  something  to  be  done  at  Panama,  something 
tangible  and  real.  And  the  only  way  to  get  a  thing 
done  is  to  find  a  real  man  to  do  it  and  to  give  him  all 
the  power  that  can  be  vested  in  a  human  being. 

The  situation  at  Panama  is  a  peculiar  one,  and  one 
that  does  not  lend  itself  readily  to  inferences.  No  one 
will  suggest  that  self-governing  communities  should  re- 
vert to  despotism,  even  though  a  Goethals  could  be 
found  in  every  city,  which  is  not  the  case.  But  the 
fact  that  Panama  can  live  prosperously  and  contentedly 
without  any  of  the  political  machinery,  without  a  vestige 
of  the  democracy  that  is  supposed  elsewhere  to  be 
essential  to  human  progress  and  happiness  is  at  least 
significant  and  thought  productive.  It  proves  that  even 
the  very  youngest  of  our  reformers  does  not  ''know  it 

all."  . 

Miss  Addams  Acquitted. 

The  Philadelphia  convention  of  the  National  Suf- 
rage  Association  has  decided  after  a  long  and  acri- 
monious discussion  that  Miss  Jane  Addams  had  a  right 
to  ally  herself  with  Mr.  Roosevelt  during  the  recent 
campaign.  It  seems  a  little  hard  to  understand  why  the 
matter  should  be  debated  at  all  except  from  a  love  of 
argument  or  a  desire  to  pillory  some  one.  In  common 
with  every  one  else  Miss  Addams  had  a  right  to  do  as 
she  pleased,  to  follow  any  whim  or  eccentricity  that 
appealed  to  her,  and  to  bestow  her  political  favors  ac- 
cording to  her  inclinations.  As  a  matter  of  fact  she 
did  all  of  these  things  and  it  seems  a  little  late  to  put 
her  in  the  dock  for  them. 

The  real  question  is  not  the  extent  of  the  harm  that 
Miss  Addams  may  have  done  to  the  suffrage  cause, 
which  does  not  matter  at  all,  but  the  injury  that  she 
did  actually  inflict  upon  her  benevolent  work,  which 
matters  a  great  deal.  If  Miss  Addams  had  thrown  her 
influence  to  Mr.  Roosevelt  because  she  believed  that 
his  election  would  solve  the  broad  national  problems 
of  the  day  she  would  have  acted  no  more  and  no  less 
foolishly  than  thousands  of  other  persons  who  confuse 
emotii  ns  with  thoughts.  But  she  did  more  than  this. 
She  identified  Mr.  Roosevelt's  cause  with  the  many 
benevolences  that  she  champions,  such  as  children's 
playgrounds  and  homes  for  working  women.  She  ap- 
peals tacit 'y  to  the  whole  nation  for  approval  of  these 
benevolences  and  she  therefore  identified  her  well- 
.11  over  the  country  with  the  success  of  Mr. 
•  candidacy.  It  was  simply  a  piece  of  cx- 
ly  bad  tactics  from  the  philanthropic  stand- 


point and  of  an  excessive  emotionalism  that  outweighed 
judgment.  If  the  secretary  of  the  Red  Cross  Society, 
for  example,  had  announced  that  Mr.  Roosevelt's  elec- 
tion was  essential  to  Red  Cross  activities  a  good  many 
people  would  transfer  their  subscriptions  to  some  other 
form  of  good  works  that  was  not  dependent  upon  a 
political  adventurer.  And  it  will  be  hardly  surprising 
if  a  good  many  people  should  now  have  an  uneasy 
feeling  that  when  they  applaud  the  benevolences  fos- 
tered by  Miss  Addams  their  applause  may  be  inter- 
preted as  intended  for  a  particular  kind  of  mountebank 
politics.  And  there  are  certainly  a  great  many  people 
who  have  already  revised  their  earlier  estimates  of 
Miss  Addams's  judgment  and  sagacity  after  that  lady's 
astounding  revelation  that  she  credits  Mr.  Roosevelt 
with  any  interest  in  her  benevolent  activities  or  any 
conceivable  power  to  aid  them. 


Railroad  Regulation  and  the  Public  Interest. 

We  shall  not  undertake  to  dispute  with  the  Supreme 
Court  of  the  United  States  on  a  point  of  law-.  Yet  it 
should  be  permissible  to  remark  that  it  is  not  easy  to 
see  what  good  is  to  come  to  the  public  through  the 
break-up  of  the  Southern  Pacific  system  with  trans- 
ference of  its  line  to  Ogden  to  the  Union  Pacific  or 
some  other  company  whose  main  interest  lies  in  the 
interior  of  the  country  rather  than  at  a  coast  point. 
The  road  to  Ogden  began  here,  has  for  the  most  part 
always  been  owned  here,  and  is  administered  from  here. 
Its  proper  operation  is  an  essential  factor  in  the  for- 
tunes of  San  Francisco  and  California.  We  can  see 
many  ways  by  which  its  detachment  from  its  normal 
and  historic  connection  may  turn  out  a  disadvantage 
to  California;  we  can  see  no  way  by  which  the  change 
may  work  good  to  anybody  else. 

If  ever  there  was  a  time  when  the  public  interests 
depending  upon  competition  were  throttled  by  the  fact 
that  the  Southern  Pacific. and  the  Central  Pacific  roads 
were  under  a  common  ownership  that  time  has  now 
passed.  With  rates  and  conditions  of  operation  fixed 
by  national  and  state  commissions,  with  enforced  equity 
and  enforced  publicity,  we  can  not  see  that  it  matters 
much  to  the  general  public  where  the  element  of  owner- 
ship may  lie.  Furthermore  it  was  long  ago  demon- 
strated that  mere  parallelism  of  railroad  routes  is  only 
one  and  a  relatively  small  element  in  competition. 
Competition  in  its  more  serious  form  is  between  com- 
munities shipping  similar  products  to  a  common  market. 

One  possible  effect  of  this  decision  may  be  to  transfer 
from  San  Francisco  to  Omaha  direct  administrative 
control  of  the  railroad  line  between  San  Francisco  and 
Ogden.  This  would  involve  on  the  part  of  California 
shippers  long  range  dealing  with  our  most  direct  agency 
of  transportation  across  the  continent ;  and  it  will  prob- 
ably mean  for  San  Francisco  a  considerable  loss  of  its 
railroad  supply  business.  More  serious  still  will  be  the 
disturbance  to  fixed  conditions,  the  costs  of  reorganiza- 
tion with  probably  an  increased  cost  for  administration 
— all  of  which  the  public  will  have  to  pay. 

There  is  involved  still  another  consideration  due  to 
effects  wThich  must  have  their  influence  upon  investors. 
More  and  more  it  becomes  difficult  to  get  the  public 
to  put  its  money  in  railroad  securities  because  of  fears 
created  by  increasingly  severe  policies  of  regulation  and 
reorganization.  And  when  the  public  will  not  buy  rail- 
road securities,  railroads  can  not  increase  their  facilities. 
A  few  more  twists  of  the  tail  of  the  lion  and  we  shall 
have  paralysis  instead  of  life  and  energy  where  it  is 
needed  for  the  progressive  development  of  the  country. 

In  this  connection  it  is  interesting  to  note  that  both 
the  railroads  and  the  Interstate  Commerce  Commission 
see  danger  ahead  and  are  calling  out  in  warning  against 
it.  On  Monday  night  of  this  week  Mr.  Sproule,  presi- 
dent of  the  Southern  Pacific,  addressing  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Chamber  of  Commerce,  made  a  strong  appeal  for 
justice  and  a  strong  protest  against  certain  tendencies 
in  matters  wherein  railroad  interests  are  involved. 
Concurrently  Chairman  Prouty  of  the  Interstate  Com- 
merce Commission  says  something  to  the  same  effect. 
Addressing  a  national  convention  of  state  railroad 
commissioners  a  few  days  ago,  Mr.  Prouty  said : 

We  can  make  rates  reasonable,  we  can  remove  discrimina- 
tions, we  can  put  on  schedules  for  the  running  of  trains ;  all 
that  is  easy.  The  question  is  here.  Can  you  obtain  under  this 
system  the  now  money  which  is  necessary  to  develop  our 
old  railroad  system  and  lo  build  new  railroad  systems?  *  *  * 
It  is  coming  to  be  understood  that  just  as  your  servant  can 
only  properly  discharge  his  duties  when  he  is  suitably  fed, 
suitably  clothed,  and  suitably  housed,  so  the  railroad  can  only 
proper'iy  discharge  its  duties  when  it  receives  proper  treatment 
from  the  public*  It  is  coming  to  be  apprehended  that  in  the 
final  analysis  the  public  pays  the  bills,  and  that  it  pays  for  us 


as  railroad  commissioners  to  accord  to  the  railroads  just  and 
fair  treatment.  That  is  not  only  demanded  by  justice ;  it  is 
demanded  by  public  interest.  The  United  States  is  trying  an 
experiment  which  never  has  been  successfully  worked  out  yet 
in  the  history  of  the  world.  It  is  trying  to  build,  develop,  and 
operate  its  railroads  by  private  capital  under  rates  and  regula- 
tions fixed  not  by  the  owners  of  that  capital,  but  by  the  public. 
That  is  an  experiment  which  has  never  yet  been  successfully 
worked  out  to  the  end. 

These  utterances  are  worth  attention.  Indeed  they 
must  have  attention  if  public  interests  dependent  upon 
transportation  are  to  thrive.  Apart  from  the  moral 
consideration,  justice  to  the  railroads  is  a  necessity  to 
the  public  interest  involved  in  them  as  transporting 
agencies. 


EDITORIAL    LETTER. 


Los  Angeles,  December  10th. 

I  little  knew  what  I  was  letting  myself  in  for  last 
evening  when  over  a  club  dinner-table  I  made  in- 
quiry as  to  the  w-hyfore  of  last  week's  municipal  elec- 
tion— an  election  by  which  certain  radical  charter  pro- 
posals were  rejected  by  a  two-to-one  vote.  Usually, 
down  in  this  neck  of  the  woods  one  is  sale  in  making 
almost  an}-  kind  of  inquiry,  providing  it  doesn't  re- 
late to  climate,  real  estate,  or  the  insuperable  superiori- 
ties of  the  city  and  country  as  compared  with  San 
Francisco  and  her  environment.  In  truth,  it  is  almost 
necessary  at  times  to  throw  out  quite  casually  some 
question  about  something  else,  in  order  that  one  may 
get  his  breath  and  at  the  same  time  maintain  the  out- 
ward calm  obligatory  upon  a  guest  even  while  his 
host  descants  upon  the  decadence  of  San  Fran- 
cisco and  the  greatness  of  Los  Angeles.  Let  me 
repeat,  I  little  knew  what  was  to  happen  when  I 
asked  for  explanation  of  the  late  election;  and  even 
now  after  it  has  happened  I  find  myself  under  a  certain 
confusion  of  mind  resulting  from  multiplicity  of  coun- 
sels. For  between  the  hours  of  half-past  seven  p.  m., 
when  innocently  I  put  the  question,  and  three  a.  m., 
when  I  finally  got  to  bed,  each  of  the  seven  gentlemen 
at  table  opened  up  for  me  his  private  cabinet  of  facts, 
theories,  prognostications,  and  hopes  with  respect  to 
the  local  political  situation.  My  task  in  this  writing  is 
to  make  up  out  of  this  rich  and  varied  abundance  an 
answer  as  nearly  conclusive  as  possible  to  my  own  in- 
quiry ;  Why  did  Los  Angeles,  the  head  centre  of  vaude- 
ville politics,  the  home  of  the  faddist,  the  hope  of  the 
innovator,  overwhelmingly  vote  down  a  scheme  in 
which  were  ;  sflected  all  the  fads,  fancies,  and  whimsies 
of  the  time?  Why  did  not  Los  Angeles,  as  aforetime, 
rally  under  the  standard  of  innovation  and  with  her 
familiar  yell  of  damourfojlsouls  rush  up  the  usual  five- 
to-one  victory  for  the  whole  blooming  programme? 

Looking  back  four  or'-uve  years,  Los  Angeles — and 
the  whole  region  hereabout — may  be  characterized  as 
definitely  and  habitually  Republican  in  sentiment.  The 
greater  number  of  the  people  are  relatively  newcomers — 
for  the  most  part  from  the  northern  states  of  the  Missis- 
sippi Valley.  The  Iowa  Society  of  Southern  Califor- 
nia, in  which  by  no  means  all  the  Iowaians  are  en- 
rolled, numbers  35.000.  The  Michigan  Society  runs 
close  up  to  20,000;  and  so  on  as  to  Nebraska,  Kan- 
sas, Indiana,  etc.  When  it  comes  to  Chicago,  they  are 
too  many  to  count.  To  their  new  home  these  immi- 
grants brought  the  political  ideals  and  habits  of  their 
old  environment ;  and  the  duty  on  lemons,  oranges,  wal- 
nuts, figs,  beans,  and  all  the  rest  of  the  more  than  fifty- 
seven  varieties  of  the  finest  luxuries  on  earth  produced 
in  Southern  California,  tended  to  confirm  their  Repub- 
licanism. Year  after  year  as  the  flood  of  Middle  West- 
ern immigration  rolled  higher,  and  as  the  local  produc- 
tion of  duty-protected  stuff  increased,  the  Republican 
figures  loomed  larger  in  the  election  returns. 

State,  county,  and  municipal  government,  measured 
by  business  standards  of  efficiency,  was  fairly  good. 
There  was  not  much  debt  anywhere,  and  taxes  were  not 
high — indeed  taxes  were  low  when  it  is  considered  that 
the  whole  plant  of  civilized  living  was  in  its  con- 
structive period.  But  while  government  properly 
speaking  was  fairly  efficient,  there  was  that  in  its 
methods  which  irked  the  citizen  of  American  traditions, 
the  man  accustomed  to  having  a  direct  personal  part 
in  political  affairs.  Quite  naturally  the  average  man 
of  Los  Angeles  did  not  like  it  when  he  found  t'nat  the 
real  powers  of  municipal  government  reposed  not  so 
much  in  the  hands  of  elected  functionaries  as  in  those 
of  a  party  manager.  The  particular  manager  in  the 
immediate  instance  was  an  admittedly  capable,  honest. 
even  kindly  man.  He  commanded  private  respect 
wherever  no  toes  were  trodden  upon,  and  in  the  main 
he  commanded  public  respect.  Now,  let  it  be  re- 
marked parenthetically,  since  he  has  passed  to  his  final 
rest,  he  is  remembered  with  regret,  even  with  affection. 
All  the  same,  government  under  such  conditions  was 
not  what  it  ought  to  have  been.  There  was  mental 
revolt  supplemented  by  moral  revolt.  There  were  still 
heavy    Republican    majorities.     But   there  _, 


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who  so  resented  the  situation  that  they  declined  to  vote 
at  all.  

The  next  phase  of  my  recital  calls  for  a  note  of  in- 
troduction. I  have  spoken  of  Los  Angeles  as  the  home 
of  the  faddist,  but  not  with  any  thought  of  disrespect 
to  the  tens  of  thousands  of  intelligent  and  worthy 
people  who  are,  let  me  admit,  as  nearly  sane  as  the 
rest  of  us.  A  new  country,  a  prosperous  country,  a 
country  of  unique  advantages  and  charms,  naturally 
attracts  a  considerable  element  in  whom  activity  of 
mind  is  not  balanced  by  stability  of  condition.  Your 
faddist  and  crank,  whatever  may  be  said  for  or  against 
him,  gathers  no  moss.  He  is  too  busy  attending  to 
other  people's  business  to  apply  much  energy  to  his 
own.  He  is  attached  nowhere.  Everywhere  and  al- 
ways he  is  foot-loose — free  to  move  on.  And  unfail- 
ingly he  moves  on  from  one  new  pasture  to  another 
— moving  on  is  his  business  in  life.  To  persons  of 
this  type  Los  Angeles  with  its  newness,  its  pros- 
perity, and  its  charm  has  made  effective  appeal.  They 
have  come  by  hundreds  and  thousands,  and  they 
are  to  be  found  in  surprising  numbers  in  and  about 
this  city.  Their  propensity  for  some  species  of  public 
life  leads  them  into  an  unremitting  and  pestiferous 
activity.  Some  of  them  have  risen  through  the  for- 
tunes of  a  new  country  to  a  considerable  measure  of 
social  and  political  importance,  and  all  are  hopeful  of 
prosperity  through  something  to  come — preferably  by 
some  readjustment  of  the  laws,  under  which  everybody 
is  to  be  fat  and  sleek — and  have  an  automobile. 

Now,  having  exhibited  a  state  of  legitimate  discon- 
tent with  respect  to  political  conditions,  and  having  ex- 
plained the  presence  in  Los  Angeles  of  some  tens  of 
thousands  of  born  and  trained  propagandists,  we  are  in  a 
position  to  understand  why  it  was  that  the  perfervid 
defamations  of  Hiram  Johnson  and  his  associates  in 
the  business  of  political  revolution  found  here  a  con- 
genial atmosphere.  The  people  flocked,  if  not  en  masse 
at  least  in  a  great  majority,  to  the  standard  of  "re- 
form," little  heeding  the  men  and  means  by  and  under 
which  it  was  presented.  Of  course  there  were  and  are 
men  of  sense  and  discrimination,  men  who  know  some 
things  by  instinct.  All  such  readily  enough  saw  that 
Johnson  was  a  blatant  fakir,  that  Heney  was  a  vulgar 
fraud,  that  the  rest  of  the  gang  were  vain  seekers  after 
notoriety  or  hungry  seekers  for  office.  But  the  ma- 
jority, not  having  learned  as  in  older  communities  to 
harken  to  the  counsels  of  the  stable  and  the  wise,  heard 
in  the  brayings  of  Hiram  Johnson  the  voice  of  one 
crying  in  the  wilderness.  And  so  for  an  election  or 
two  or  three,  "reform"  carried  the  day. 


A  year  ago  Los  Angeles — or  that  part  of  it  wherein 
abides  some  real  stability  and  some  sense  of  social  ob- 
ligation, got  a  terrific  jolt.  One  Job  Harriman,  a 
street-corner  socialistic  agitator,  presented  himself  for 
the  mayoralty  under  the  puvilege  which  the  reformed 
system  of  political  procedure  allows.  Conservatism,  or 
what  passes  as  such  in  Los  Angeles,  first  laughed,  then 
smiled,  then  looked  sober,  then  gravely  shook  its 
head,  then  shrieked  in  terror.  It  looked  as  if  this 
unspeakable  creature  were  going  to  •  be  elected.  And 
possibly,  even  probably,  he  would  have  been  elected 
had  it  not  been  for  the  expositions  of  the  Mc- 
Namara  trial  about  a  week  before  election  day.  The 
McNamaras  and  Harriman  were  of  the  same  stripe, 
and  were  of  course  close  personal  friends.  Harriman, 
who  among  other  things  is  nominally  a  lawyer,  was  a 
member  of  counsel  for  the  defense  of  the  McNamaras. 
When  the  confession  came,  when  it  was  admitted  not 
only  that  the  McNamaras  were  guilty,  but  that  their 
guilt  was  known  to  those  in  charge  of  their  case,  thou- 
sands upon  thousands  deserted  Harriman's  cause.  It 
is  asserted  that  in  a  single  street  opposite  a  public 
bulletin  board  in  Los  Angeles  a  two-gallon  bucketful 
of  Harriman  buttons  was  swept  up  within  a  few  hours 
after  the  confession  was  placarded. 

This  incident  served  to  revive  in  a  good  many  polit- 
ical wanderers  the  spirit  of  old  standards,  and  if  poli- 
tics had  been  allowed  to  pursue  a  normal  course  during 
the  present  year  the  Republican  party,  under  a  modified 
and  more  representative  scheme  of  organization,  would 
have  reclaimed  its  own.  Los  Angeles  and  the  southern 
counties  would  probably  have  given  a  majority  for 
Taft.  But  the  Bull-Moose  movement  came  before  the 
waters  of  political  confusion  were  cleared.  It  found 
many  in  a  state  of  mind  to  see  in  it  a  kind  of  compro- 
mise between  old  faiths  and  standards  and  more  recent 
habits  of  political  action.  Hence  the  result  was  what 
it  was.  

I  have  not  read  over  the  draft  of  the  proposed  charter 
revisions  submitted  last  week  to  the  electors  of  Los 
Angeles.  Life  being  short,  and  there  being  only 
twenty-four  hours  in  the  day,  I  hava  not  thought  it 
obligatory  to  spend  so  large  a  fraction  of  my  allotted 
time  as  the  job  would  require.  But  I  am  told  that  the 
scheme,  viewed  from  the  standpoint  of  the  innovator, 
went  the  whole  hog.  All  the  theories  were  there,  writ- 
ten out  indeed  in  terms  which  no  living  man  could 
uni1  rstand    in    their    ultimate    effects — but    they    were 


there.  Government  by  commission  was  one  of  the 
items.  Public  ownership  of  everything  in  time  present 
or  to  come  was  provided  for.  There  was  authorization 
of  the  city  government  of  Los  Angeles  to  do  anything 
under  the  shining  heavens — and  the  heavens  are  espe- 
cially shiny  here — which  might  occur  to  them  in  the 
public  name  and,  as  usual,  at  the  public  expense.  I 
could  fill  columns  with  a  recital  of  details  as  they  have 
been  presented  to  me,  but  as  advertising  space  in  the 
Argonaut  sells — in  moderate  quantities  I  am  bound  to 
confess — at  a  dollar  and  a  half  per  inch,  narrow  meas- 
ure, and  is  well  worth  double  the  money,  I  am  not 
disposed  to  make  the  investment.  It  is  perhaps 
enough  to  add  by  way  of  summary  that  the  whole 
scheme  proposed,  in  behoof  of  the  people  of  course, 
involved  a  prodigious  advance  in  the  tax  rate — this  I 
believe  being  the  inevitable  accompaniment  of  all 
schemes  of  public  betterment  here  and  everywhere. 
■  The  make-up  of  this  fine  project  was  achieved  after 
this  interesting  manner:  A  committee  representing 
every  phase  of  social  and  political  sentiment  was  duly 
commissioned  to  frame  a  new  charter.  To  this  com- 
mission everybody  brought  his  favorite  whimsey.  The 
Socialist,  the  corporation  specialist,  the  preacher,  the 
free-thinker,  the  teetotaler,  and  the  dram  drinker,  the 
rich,  the  poor,  the  washed  and  otherwise,  each  pre- 
sented his  grievance  and  his  plan.  There  was  discus- 
sion, there  was  controversy,  there  was  crimination  and 
recrimination — there  was  everything  excepting  dis- 
crimination and  elimination.  By  way  of  making  things 
harmonious  there  was  a  compromise.  They  just  took 
a  stable  fork  and  pitched  it  all  in.  Of  course  nobody 
was  quite  pleased,  and  the  more  the  matter  was  talked 
about  the  less  was  anybody  pleased.  Some  sordid  soul 
figured  out  what  it  would  cost,  which  caused  glee  in 
the  councils  of  the  proletariat  and  consternation  on 
the  part  of  the  holders  in  equity.  LIow,  asked  the  latter, 
after  paying  interest  on  our  mortgages,  plus  interest  on 
our  bonds,  plus  requirements  for  sinking  funds,  plus 
Owens  River,  and  plus  the  good  Lord  knows  what  else, 
are  we  going  to  pay  taxes  practically  double  the  pres- 
ent rate  ?  Then  there  rose  a  voice,  timorous  yet  valiant 
and  becomingly  low,  to  ask:  "What  effect  will  it  have 
on  real  estate?  What  will  happen  to  the  most  pro- 
ductive and  thriving  industry  in  the  community  if  we 
get  the  tax  rate  so  high  that  the  suckers  won't 
suck?"  Now  we  believe  it  is  an  axiom  or  a  maxim  or 
whatever  else  you  call  it  that  there  is  no  blow  so 
hard  as  that  which  hits  the  pocket.  When  it  was 
taken  in  that  the  proposed  charter,  whatever  else  it 
might  do,  would  surely  knock  the  props  from  under 
the  business  of  real-estating,  if  I  may  be  permitted  to 
coin  a  word,  its  doom  was  sealed.  Whatever  threatens 
the  real  estate  business  hereabout  has  in  it  the  quality 
of  a  solar  plexus  blow. 


And  so  although  what  is  left  of  the  Good  Govern- 
ment League,  of  the  Citizens'  League,  and  the  various 
other  agencies  through  which  the  reform  movement 
has  found  voice,  declared  for  the  charter,  although  that 
eminent  purist,  Mr.  E.  T.  Earl  (who  I  am  assured 
never  collected  a  rebate  in  his  life  or  did  any  other 
act  in  conflict  with  the  progressive  scheme  of  political 
and  social  morals),  and  though  various  personalities 
of  the  politico-agitator  type  came  out  strong  for  the 
new  deal,  the  thing  could  not  be  made  to  go.  There 
are  many  explanations,  all  more  or  less  plausible,  but 
the  most  reasonable  I  have  heard  thus  far  is  that 
the  charter  didn't  get  votes  enough. 

"It's  about  this  way,"  said  a  sober-minded  man  of 
affairs  to  me.  "Our  people — and  I  count  myself  in 
the  reckoning — have  been  supporting  a  scheme  of  poli- 
tics whose  full  significance  we  have  not  quite  compre- 
hended. We  didn't  like  state  government  from  polit- 
ical headquarters  at  San  Francisco.  We  didn't  like 
municipal  government  at  the  hands  of  a  boss.  Nation- 
ally we  were  affected  by  what  appeared  to  be  the  moral 
enthusiasm  and  high  purposes  of  Theodore  Roosevelt. 
As  to'  state  affairs,  we  thought  Hiram  Johnson  was  on 
the  right  track  because  there  were  tears  in  his  voice 
and  because  we  had  not  yet  learned  that  he  was  merely 
a  denunciator  and  breaker-down.  Municipally  we  got 
over-exhilarated.  The  unprecedented  and  overwhelm- 
ing prosperity  of  Los  Angeles  imbued  us  with  the  idea 
that  we  could  create  new  schemes  in  economics  and 
politics.  But  after  a  while  it  began  to  dawn  upon  us 
that  we  were  putting  our  faith  in  false  gods  and  rest- 
ing our  ambitions  upon  unstable  theories.  We  saw 
that  what  we  thought  was  reform  did  not  work  out  in 
social  betterment.  In  state  affairs  we  saw  expenses 
increase  and  officials  multiply.  We  saw  one  who  pro- 
fessed himself  an  enemy  of  bosses  and  bossism  grow 
into  the  most  domineering  of  political  autocrats.  We 
saw  decent  and  capable  men  in  public  life — notably 
Alden  Anderson — deposed  to  make  room  for  favorites 
and  crumb-pickers.  We  saw  the  halls  of  legislation 
turned  into  a  shambles  of  character  through  the  de- 
baucheries of  bribery  with  public  posts.  This  carnival 
of  improprieties  and  iniquities  disgusted  us — made  us 
ashamed. 


"Now  as  to  Los  Angeles  itself,"  proceeded  this  plain- 
spoken  citizen,  "our  people  are  tired  of  reform  shouters. 
tired  of  selfish  and  hypocritical  leadership,  tired  of 
theory,  tired  of  experimentation,  tired  of  groping  in 
the  dark  toward  unknown  ends.  We  are  fearful,  too, 
of  tumbling  into  the  abyss  of  colossal  indebtedness  and 
over-taxation.  We  are  afraid  that  all  this  unbridled 
eagerness  for  things  new  will  destroy  the  assurance 
which  we  have  in  things  old.  We  have  too  much  poli- 
tics, too  many  elections.  We  are  defamed  by  the  apostles 
of  discontent  and  the  champions  of  change,  and  we  are 
irritated  by  the  growing  disposition  on  the  part  of 
those  who  can  clamor  into  public  view  to  mind  other 
people's  business.  We  would  like  to  get  our  feet  on 
the  ground  of  a  few  tried  and  proved  principles  in 
public  affairs,  take  a  full  breath  under  the  assurance 
that  something  at  least  is  relatively  fixed  and  depend- 
able, and  then  go  ahead  in  the  legitimate  business  of 
developing  the  country  on  non-speculative  lines  and  of 
building  up  the  city  in  conformity  with  American 
standards  and  traditions.  Perhaps  out  of  all  this  you 
may  get  some  idea  of  why  I  and  others  like-minded 
voted  down  the  proposed  new  charter.  We  want  to 
put  an  end  to  a  movement  which  has  run  too  fast  and 
gone  too  far  alike  for  social  comfort  and  for  business 
safety."  

I  find  some  curious  things  in  this  little  world.  For 
example,  I  find  that  for  all  the  political  noise  which 
Los  Angeles  makes  there  is  no  definite  political 
leadership  here.  General  Otis  of  the  Times,  who 
taken  by  and  large  is  the  foremost  man  in  general 
public  affairs,  is  far  more  actively  and  wisely  em- 
ployed in  promoting  certain  fundamental  principles 
— notably  that  of  freedom  in  the  industries — than 
in  bothering  with  the  details  of  politics.  Mr.  Earl, 
who  viewed  from  long  distance  appears  a  con- 
siderable figure  in  politics,  is  temperamentally  too 
much  of  an  administrator  to  be  an  effective  polit- 
ical leader.  Mr.  Lissner,  who  in  state  affairs  is 
such  a  furious  champion  of  the  Johnson  scheme  of 
reform,  I  find  in  local  affairs  to  be  a  conservative,  even 
a  rank  standpatter.  And  so  down  the  line.  The  local 
field  is  bare  of  the  larger  sort  of  leadership  in  either 
of  the  Republican  factions.  Ex-Senator  Flint  is  tired 
of  politics.  Mr.  McKinley  is  too  busy  practicing  law. 
Phil  Stanton  gives  some  time  to  politics,  but  he,  too, 
has  his  private  interests.  Viewed  broadly,  there  are 
two  kinds  of  confusion  in  the  situation — first,  confusion 
of  ideas  under  conditions  already  set  forth  in  this 
writing;  second,  confusion  of  policies  due  to  the  fact 
that  there  are  no  available  men  sufficiently  interested 
in  politics,  sufficiently  wise,  and  sufficiently  self-con- 
trolled to  organize  and  command  the  situation.  From 
what  I  have  heard  on  many  sides  I  am  convinced  that 
if  Walter  Parker  were  living  he  would  practically  be 
invited  by  a  combination  of  his  old  friends  and  his  old 
foes  to  assume  a  general  leadership  of  political 
affairs  in  Los  Angeles  County;  not  indeed  under  the 
old  conditions  and  auspices,  but  in  respect  of  the  stand- 
ards of  a  legitimate,  representative,  local  self-govern- 
ment.   

Quite  naturally  my  inquries  have  been  more  definitely 
pursued  among  men  of  my  own  habits  of  political 
thought  than  among  the  radicals.  But  I  have  seen 
something  of  the  other-siders — among  others  I  have 
broken  bread  with  a  man  so  curiously  adjusted  polit- 
ically as  to  have  voted  for  Wilson  as  a  protest  against 
Roosevelt,  although  avowedly  a  supporter  of  the  Roose- 
velt platform.  I  wanted  to  bring  him  into  the  world 
of  definitely  classified  political  ideas  and  exhibit  him 
as  a  curiosity;  but  he  declined,  alleging  among  minor 
reasons  that  there  were  so  many  of  his  kind  in  Southern 
California  that  he  would  have  no  interest,  even  as  a 
novelty.  But  from  such  comparison  of  political  ideas 
and  purposes  as  I  have  been  able  to  make  I  get  the 
impression  that  the  ground  is  ready  in  the  region  south 
of  Tehachapi  for  reorganization  of  the  Republican 
party.  The  Bull-Moosers,  whose  name  is  legion  here, 
are  still  Republicans,  with  few  exceptions — and  even 
these  will  fall  out  with  the  new  movement  upon  the 
second  call  for  that  twenty-five  "c"  per  month.  Prac- 
tically all  of  them  expect  to  return  to  the  old  party  asso- 
ciation, but  not  exactly  upon  the  old  lines.  The  common 
opinion,  so  far  as  I  can  make  it  out,  is  that  the  reorgan- 
ized Republican  party  will  be  essentially  a  party  of 
progress,  practically  after  the  Taft  model  with  Mr. 
Taft's  assumed  relations  to  standpat  men  and  standpat 
policies  cut  out.  It  ought  to  make  a  party. strong  at 
all  points — strong  in  old  standards  and  in  revived  vir- 
tues— distinctly  better  all  around  than  anything  we  have 
had  in  recent  times.  A,   II. 


As  much  as  $5000  has  been  paid  in  South  Africa  for 
a  male  ostrich  of  a  good  strain  and  producing  excep- 
tionally fine  feathers. 

^«w      

Founded  in  1598,  the  oldest  pack  of  deerhound-  in 
England  is  kenneled  at  the  picturesqi  ■    of 

Dunster,  Somerset. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  14,  1912. 


THK  COSMOPOLITAN. 


Every  now  and  then  some  representative  of  the  feminist 
movement  visits  India  and  comes  home  to  tell  us  about  the 
degradation  of  the  Hindu  woman.  Or  she  tells  us  about  the 
Hindu  woman  without  visiting  India  at  all  or  knowing  any- 
thing about  India,  and  in  this  case  her  information  is  more 
liberal  and  more  varied,  being  unhampered  by  knowledge. 
But  we  very  seldom  hear  from  the  Hindu  himself,  possibly 
because  he  believes  the  Western  mind  to  be  impervious  to 
unwelcome  tacts,  as  indeed  it  is.  Or  it  may  be  that  the 
Hindu  is  indifferent  to  Western  thought,  not  believing  that 
there  is  any.  But  now  and  then  some  learned  Hindu  breaks 
the  usual  silence  and  "answers  back,"  as  Dr.  A.  K.  Coomara- 
swamy  has  lately  done  in  London.  He  told  his  audience  about 
ihe  ideals  of  Hindu  women,  of  their  enormous  influence  over 
their  children,  of  their  almost  autocratic  sway  over  men  and 
affairs.  And  then  the  learned  lecturer  became  pessimistic. 
Another  fifty  years  of  education,  he  said,  and  the  Hindu 
woman  would  sink  to  the  level  of  her  white  sisters.  She 
would  lose  her  power  over  her  children  and  over  the  men 
of  her  race.  She  would  descend  even  to  "general  culture." 
Who  knows?  She  might  even  be  found  reading  newspapers 
and  turning  her  attention  to  politics.  Xow  it  is  well  that 
we  should  occasionally  hear  from  such  men  as  Dr.  Coomara- 
swamy.  It  is  well  that  we  should  occasionally  be  reminded 
that  it  is  not  by  universal  consent  that  we  claim  to  represent 
the  high-water  mark  of  evolution,  and  that  some  of  the  ideals 
upon  which  we  most  pride  ourselves  are  considered  by  older 
civilizations  to  be  barbarisms  and  deformities. 


An  Italian  newspaper  reminds  us  usefully  that  the  Balkan 
war  began  centuries  ago.  In  the  state  archives  at  Vienna 
is  the  declaration  of  war  sent  by  Sultan  Mehemet  IV  to  Em- 
peror Leopold  in  1682.  "Be  it  known  to  you,  the  heir  of  the 
Oesars,  to  the  King  of  Poland,  and  to  your  allies,  that 
Mehemet,  the  glorious  and  omnipotent  Emperor  of  the  East 
and  the  West.  .  .  .  is  on  the  point  of  invading  your  paltry' 
territories.  We  shall  bring  1,300,000  soldiers,  on  horse  and 
foot,  to  crush  you  utterly  and  lay  waste  ail  your  domains.  V\  e 
command  you  to  await  our  coming  in  your  residence  in 
Vienna,  where  it  is  our  intention  to  have  you  beheaded!" 


But  the  war  was  even  then  an  old  story-  The  delightful 
writer  who  contributes  "The  Office  Window"  to  the  London 
Daily  Chronicle  tells  us  that  while  searching  through  some 
of  the  earliest  newspapers  printed  his  eye  was  continually 
diverted  to  news-letters  from  the  Continent  giving  accounts 
of  the  unholy  war  which  Turkey  was  waging  on  Hungary  and 
Austria.  Almost  at  random  he  copies  the  following  from  the 
Newes  of  September  17,  1663,  a  grim  reminder  that  the  Turk 
has  remained  unchanged  and  unchangeable  for  these  250  years 
at  least :  "Vienna,  September  6. — In  Austria  every  Fifth 
Man  is  to  bear  Armes ;  and  they  hope  to  raise  20,000  Men 
upon  that  Levy,  to  secure  the  Frontiers.  At  this  Instant  comes 
fresh  Intelligence  of  10,000  Turks,  and  as  many  Tartars, 
passing  the  Waegh.  and  that  they  carry  all  before  them  with 
Fire  and  Sword."  And  again:  "We  hear  that  upon  the  third 
Instant  the  Enemy  has  beaten  our  Foot  by  the  River  Waegh, 
and  Possess'd  himself  of  the  narrow  Passages  between  the 
Hills,  where  he  has  burnt  divers  Towns  and  Villages,  and 
Massacred  many  Thousands  of  People,  striking  off  the  heads 
of  some,  putting  others  in  Chains  .  .  .  and  cutting  to  pieces 
Young  and   Old  without  Distinction  or  Mercy." 


By  all  means  let  us  have  a  ghost  story,  seeing  that  it  is  so 
near  Christmas.  It  is  told  by  Lillian  Xichia  in  her  reminis- 
>.t.nct5  of  Rubinstein  in  the  current  issue  of  Harper's  Weekly. 
Rubinstein  promised  to  demonstrate  to  her  his  belief  in  immor- 
tality. "If  I  die  first,"  he  said,  "I  shall  come  to  you  and 
prove  this."  The  writer  continues:  "Six  years  later  in  Paris 
I  woke  one  night  with  a  cry*  of  agony  and  despair  ringing  in 
my  ears,  such  as  I  hope  may  never  be  duplicated  in  my  life- 
time. Rubinstein's  face  was  close  to  mine,  a  countenance  dis- 
torted by  every-  phase  of  fear,  despair,  agony,  remorse,  and 
anger.  I  started  up,  turned  on  all  the  lights,  and  stood  for 
a  moment  shaking  in  every  limb,  till  I  put  fear  from  me  and 
decided  that  it  was  merely  a  dream.  .  .  .  News  is  always 
late  in  Paris,  and  it  was  Le  Petit  Journal,  published  in  the 
afternoon,  that  had  the  first  account  of  his  sudden  death. 
Four  years  later  Teresa  Carreno  .  .  .  told  me  that  Rubin- 
stein died  with  a  cry  of  agony  impossible  of  description." 
But  why  the  cry  of  agony?  Here  we  have  a  problem  that 
must  be  left  for  the  explanation  of  those  versed  in  such 
matters,  but  always  .with  a  foreboding  that  the  explanation 
will  be  more  baffling  than  the  problem. 


Miss  Banks  tells  us  what  she  thought  of  Li  Hung  Chang, 
1  ut  l.i  Hung  Chang's  opinion  of  Miss  Banks  is  probably  unre- 
corded. Of  course  it  would  be  complimentary.  It  could  not 
fail  to  be  so.  And  yet  we  are  reminded,  irrelevantly  of  course, 
of  the  following  profane  epigram  written  by  Sir  Robert  Peel 
in  reference  to  an  atheist  lecturer  named  Snow: 

We  all  have  heard  in  accents  spiced 
What  Snow's  opinion  is  of  Christ, 
But  we  should  dearly  like  to  know 
What  Christ's  opinion  is  of  Snow. 

Sometimes  the  victims  tell  us  what  they  think  of  the  pro- 
ceedings of  the  grand  inquisitor,  but  not  very  often.  But  it 
would  be  the  most  interesting  part  of  the  whole  incident. 


Lord  Korthcliffc  in  the  course  of  a  recent  address  to  the 

Women   Journalists   of    England   reminded   his   audience   that 

the   first    interview    with    Li    Hung   Chang   was   obtained    by    a 

woman.     Lord   NorthclitTe  was  right,  and  it  was  an  American 

woman.     Miss   Elizabeth   Banks   in   "The   Autobiography  of  a 

\i  :"  relates  how  she  hurried  to  the  Chinese  diplo- 

'  c  had  )ur  breakfast,  as  she  had  been  told  that 

n    early    riser.     But    the   attendants    told   her 


that  she  was  too  late,  as  his  excellency  was  about  to  go  for  a 
drive.  But  American  determination  was  unabashed.  "Please 
go  and  say  to  his  excellency  that  an  American  woman  jour- 
nalist called  to  see  him  before  she  had  her  breakfast,  knowing 
that  he  was  an  early  riser.  Tell  him  that  Americans  are 
also  early  risers,  and  that  the  American  woman  will  call  on 
him  tomorrow  at  seven  o'clock,  and  if  that  is  too  late,  she 
will  call  the  next  day  at  six,  and  if  that's  still  too  late,  she 
will  come  the  next  morning  at  five,  but  that  she  must  see 
him."  In  ten  minutes  the  attendant  returned,  saying:  "His 
excellency  will  be  delighted  to  see  the  American  lady." 


French  Socialists  are  fond  of  complaining  against  the  treat- 
ment that  they  receive  from  their  own  government.  They 
have  now  had  an  opportunity  to  make  those  comparisons  that 
may  be  odorous  but  that  are  also  useful.  The  French  Socialist 
organization  recently  deputed  M.  Jaures  to  go  to  Berlin  and  to 
speak  against  war,  while  M.  Herve  was  deputed  to  perform 
a  similar  duty  in  Italy.  M.  Jaures  had  nothing  to  complain 
of.  The  only  stipulation  imposed  by  the  authorities  was  that 
he  must  speak  in  German,  which  doubtless  he  would  have 
done  in  any  case.  But  M.  Herve  had  a  very'  different  recep- 
tion, a  warmer  one  and  more  insistent.  In  point  of  fact  the 
wicked  Italians  put  him  in  prison,  took  his  anthropometric 
measurements,  and  released  him  only  on  condition  that  he 
leave  the  country  at  once.  And  they  sent  policemen  to  see 
that  he  did  leave  the  country.  Evidently  the  Italians  are 
sensitive  on  the  subject  of  war  just  at  present.  They  do  not 
need  to  be  reminded,  and  especially  by  a  Frenchman,  that  war 
is  hell.  They  have  just  been  there.  They  know  it.  But  M. 
Herve  was  especially  annoyed  by  the  anthropometric  measure- 
ments, or  was  it  by  the  cynicism  of  the  operator  who  assured 
his  victim  that  the  skulls  of  political  criminals  were  as  in- 
teresting to  science  as  those  of  the  other  varieties  and  that 
the  said  victim  ought  to  recognize  "in  the  identity  of  treat- 
ment meted  out  to  both  categories  an  application  of  the  im- 
mortal principles  of  the  French  revolution."  Cynicism  is 
hard  to  bear,  especially  when  one  is  in  prison. 


We  are  told  constantly  that  Austria  has  some  special  grie\- 
ance  against  Servia  because  of  some  insult  to  an  Austrian 
consul  and  that  she  wall  exact  reparation  independently  of 
any  general  peace  proposals.  But  no  one  seems  to  know 
exactly  what  this  insult  was.  The  incident  occurred  at 
Prizrend  in  Albania.  After  the  capture  of  the  town  by  the 
Servians  a  number  of  Albanian  families  took  refuge  in  the 
Austrian  consulate.  The  consul  appeared  at  the  window 
and  reminded  the  soldiers  that  the  building  was  neutral  terri- 
tory', but  the  Servian  officer  ordered  him  to  open  the  doors 
or  he  would  blow  them  open.  The  consul  obeyed  and  the 
Servians  then  entered,  bayoneted  every  one  they  found,  and 
threw  the  corpses  of  children  into  the  street,  where  they 
were  horribly  mutilated.  When  the  consul  objected  to  the 
Servians  entering  his  own  private  office  he  himself  was 
stabbed  with  a  bayonet.  The  massacre  and  mutilations  in- 
cluded women  as  well  as  children,  and  a  correspondent  says 
that  "the  paved  court  and  stone  hall  were  so  covered  with 
blood  as  to  be  almost  a  single  pool."  It  is  always  well  to  be 
cautious  in  accepting  war  stories,  and  especially  those  tending 
to  discredit  some  particular  party,  but  since  we  hear  so  much 
of  Turkish  atrocities  it  is  just  as  well  to  remind  ourselves 
that  there  are  two  sides  to  the  shield  and  that  it  is  not  only 
Turks  who  add  wantonly  to  the  horrors  of  war.  And  if  an 
Austrian  consul  was  actually  wounded — and  of  this  there 
seems  no  doubt — we  can  hardly  blame  Austria  for  consider- 
ing that  the  incident  is  beyond  the  range  of  diplomatic  ad- 
justment.   

If  it  is  true  that  the  majority  of  English  educators  are  now 
demanding  that  eugenics  be  included  in  the  school  course  it 
can  only  be  regarded  as  another  instance  of  modern  educa- 
tional insanity.  If  things  educational  are  allowed  to  con- 
tinue at  their  present  gait  we  shall  soon  reach  a  point  where 
our  children  will  receive  an  entirely  useless  smattering  of 
every  subject  under  the  sun  except  reading,  writing,  and 
arithmetic,  and  as  for  manners,  the  less  said  of  them  the 
better.  

Governor  Wilson's  visit  to  Bermuda  reminds  us  of  a 
famous  old  story  that  has  been  credited  to  man}'  parts  of  the 
world  but  that  actually  originated  at  St.  Ann's  Church,  Ber- 
muda. It  would  perhaps  be  harsh  to  say  that  in  those  days 
Bermuda  was  peopled  by  pirates,  but  the  inhabitants  them- 
selves would  have  confessed  to  a  suspicious  interest  in  dis- 
abled ships.  Therefore  the  congregation  that  met  one  stormy 
Sunday  morning  at  St.  Ann's  Church  was  interested  in  a 
stranger  who  interrupted  the  eloquent  discourse  of  the  parson 
by  a  whispered  communication.  But  the  worshippers*  were 
not  left  for  long  in  doubt.  The  preacher  had  quietly  loosened 
the  buttons  of  his  surplice  and  as  the  sacred  garment  fell  to 
the  floor  he  shouted,  "Boys,  there's  a  ship  on  the  southwest 
breakers  and  now  we  can  start  fair." 


The  Ruskin  manuscripts  now  to  be  found  in  Mr.  Pierpont 
Morgan's  collection  are  proof  of  Ruskins  extraordinary  care 
in  composition,  of  which  he  says  himself  that  his  sentences 
were  "often  written  four  or  five  times  over  in  my  own  hand 
and  tried  in  every  word  for  perhaps  an  hour — perhaps  a 
forenoon — before  it  was  passed  over  to  the  printer."  What 
an  example  for  some  of  the  young  writers  of  today,  whose 
souls  are  far  above  the  literary  labors  of  composition  and 
who  despise  anything  that  is  not  "dashed  off"  to  occupy  a 
leisure  moment.  In  the  manuscript  of  the  lecture  on  the  war 
the  first  draft  reads  :  "I  found  in  brief  that  all  great  nations 
were  born  in  war,  and  nourished  in  war.  and  learned  their 
truth  of  word  and  strength  of  thought  in  war;  that  they 
were  poisoned  by  peace — betrayed  by  peace."  The  page  was 
corrected  and  rewritten  until  it  appears  as  follows:  "I  found 
in  brief  that  all  great  nations  learned  their  truth  of  word 
and  strength  of  thought  in  war ;  they  were  nourished 
in     war     and     wasted     in     peace ;     taught     by     war     and     de- 


ceived by  peace ;  trained  by  war  and  betrayed  by  peace — 
in  a  word  they  were  born  in  war  and  expired  in  peace." 
Those  who  compare  this  with  the  version  as  finally  printed 
will  see  that  it  passed  once  more  under  the  corrective  hand 
of  the  author,  for  it  reads  :  "I  found  in  brief,  that  all  great 
nations  learned  their  truth  of  word,  and  strength  of  thought, 
in  war ;  that  they  were  nourished  in  war,  and  wasted  by 
peace ;  trained  by  war  and  betrayed  by  peace ; — in  a  word, 
that  they  were  born  in  war,  and  expired  in  peace."  How  in- 
teresting it  would  be  if  Ruskin  could  give  us  his  present 
views  upon  war  and  if  he  could  discriminate  for  us  between 
a  peace  movement  based  on  humanitarianism  and  the  other 
movement  that  is  based  upon  commercialism  and  a  dread  of 
anything  that  will  "hurt  business." 

Sidxey  G.  P.  Coryx. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


The  Moss-Rose. 
\\  alking  today  in  your  garden,   O  gracious  lady. 
Little   you   thought,    as   you   turned   in   that    alley   remote   and 

shady 
And  gave  me  a  rose,  and  asked  if  I  knew  its  savor — 
The    old-world    scent    of    the    moss-rose,    flower    of    a    bygone 

favor — 

Little  you  thought,  as  you  waited  the  word  of  appraisement, 
Laughing   at   first,   and   then   amazed   at   my   amazement, 
That  the  rose  you  gave  was  a  gift  already  cherished, 
And  the  garden  whence  you  plucked  it  a  garden  long  perished. 

But  I — I  saw  that  garden,  with  its  one  treasure 
The  tiny  moss-rose,  tiny  even  by  childhood's  measure. 
And  the  long  morning  shadow  of  the  rusty  laurel, 
And    a    boy    and    a    girl    beneath    it,    flushed    with    a    childish 
quarrel. 

She  wept  for  her  one  little  bud ;  but  he.   outreaching 
The   hand    of   brotherly   right,   would    take   it   for   all    her   be- 
seeching ; 
And  she  flung  her  arms  about  him,  and  gave  like  a  sister, 
And  laughed  at  her  own  tears,  and  wept  asain  when  he  kissed 
her. 

So  the  rose  is  mine  since,  and  whenever  I  find  it 
And  drink  again  the  sharp  sweet  scent  of  the  moss  behind  it. 
I  remember  the  tears  of  a  child,  and  her  love  and  her  laughter. 
And   the   morning  shadows   of  youth,    and   the   night  that    fell 
thereafter.  — Henry  Xeu-bolt  (1S62 — . 


A  Dead  March. 
Play  me  a  march,  low-toned  and  slow — a  march   for  a  silent 

tread, 
Fit  for  the  wandering  feet  of  one  who  dreams  of  the  silent 

dead, 
Lonely,  between  the  bones  below  the  souls  that  are  overhead. 

Here  for  a  while  they  smiled  and  sang,  alive  in  the  interspace. 
Here  with  the  grass  beneath  the  foot,  and  the  stars  above  the 

face. 
Now  are  their  feet  beneath  the  grass,  and  whither  has  flown 

their  grace? 

Who   shall   assure   us   whence   they   come,    or   tell   us  the   way 

they  go? 
Verily,   life   with   them  was  joy,  and,   now  they  have   left   us. 

woe. 
Once  they  were  not,  and  now  they  are  not,  and  this  is  the  sum 

we  know. 

Orderly  range  the  seasons  due,  and  orderly  roll  the  stars. 

How  shall  we  deem  the  soldier  brave  who  frets  of  his  wounds 
and  scars? 

Are  we  as  senseless  brutes  that  we  should  dash  at  the  well- 
seen  bars? 

No,  we  are  here,   with   feet  unfixed,  but  ever  as  if  with  lead, 
Drawn  from  the  orbs  which  shine  above  the  orb  on  which  we 

tread, 
Down   to   the  dust   from   which   we   came   and   with   which   we 

shall  mingle  dead. 

Xo.  we   are  here  to  wait,  and  work,   and  strain   our  banished 

eyes. 
Weary  and  sick  of  soil  and  toil,  and  hungry  and  fain  for  skies, 
Far  from  the  reach  of  wingless  men.  and  not  to  be  scaled  with 

cries. 

Xo.    we    are   here    to    bend    our   necks   to   the   yoke    of   tyrant 

Time, 
Welcoming    all    the   gifts    he    gives    us — glories    of    youth    and 

prime, 
Patiently  watching  them   all  depart   2s   our  heads  grow  white 

as   rime. 

Why  do  we  mourn  the  days  that  go — for  the  same  sun  shines 

each  day. 
Ever   a  spring  her  primrose  hath,   and  ever  a   May  her  may  : 
Sweet  as  the  rose  that  died  last  year  is  the  rose  that  is  born 

today. 

Do  we  not  return,   we  men,   as  ever  the  round  earth   whirls? 
Never    a    head    is    dimmed    with    gray    but    another    is    sunned 

with   curls  ; 
She  was  a  girl  and  he  was  a  boy.  but  yet  there  are  boys  and 

girls. 

Ah,  but  alas  for  the  smile  of  smiles  that  never  but  one   face 

wore ; 
Ah,  for  the  voice  that  has  flown  away  like  a  bird  to  an  unseen 

shore ; 
Ah.    for  the    face — the   flower   of   flowers — that    blossoms    on 

earth  no  more.  — Cosmo  Monkhouse  (1S40-1901). 


Wool  not  the  product  of  sheep  is  being  utilized  abroad 
for  men's  clothing.  This  is  known  as  "limestone  wool" 
and  is  made  in  an  electric  furnace.  Powdered  lime- 
stone, mixed  with  certain  chemicals,  is-thrown  into  the 
furnace,  and  after  passing  through  a  furious  air-blast 
it  is  tossed  out  as  fluffy  white  wool.  When  it  comes 
from  the  furnace  the  wood  is  dyed  and  made  into 
lengths,  like  cloth.  A  pair  of  trousers  or  a  coat  made 
of  this  material  can  not,  it  is  claimed,  be  burned  or 
damaged  by  grease. 

During  its  12o  years  of  existence  the  revenue  cutter 
service  has  proved  one  of  the  most  valuable  adjuncts 
to  the- government  service  of  the  country.  Last  year 
the  service  saved  the  taxpayers  of  the  United  Stales 
$12,000,000.  It  collected  .fines  for  infringement  of  the 
navigation  laws  amounting  to  more  than  $2,000,000. 


December  14,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


393 


PARDONED  BY  GOVERNOR  DIX. 


Albert  T.  Patrick,  the  New  York  Lawyer  Convicted  of  Mur- 
der, Set  Free  after  Ten  Years  in  Prison. 


Governor  Dix  made  a  Thanksgiving  Day  present  of  a 
full  and  unconditional  pardon  to  Albert  T.  Patrick, 
and  after  ten  years  in  Sing  Sing  prison,  nearly  half 
of  that  time  in  the  "death  house"  under  sentence,  the 
convicted  lawyer  is  once  more  a  free  citizen.  In  a 
letter — I  think  two  letters — I  gave  the  readers  of  the 
Argonaut  in  1902  a  brief  history  of  the  remarkable 
murder  case  which  resulted  in  Patrick's  being  found 
guilty,  but  it  is  more  than  likely  that  even  the  impor- 
tant details  of  the  proceedings  have  been  forgotten. 
Patrick  was  a  lawyer  in  Manhattan  and  not  well  known 
when  sudden  notoriety  blazed  upon  him.  Ten  days 
after  the  death  in  September,  1900,  of  William  Marsh 
Rice,  an  aged  and  wealthy  bachelor  who  lived  a  re- 
tired life  in  a  Xew  York  apartment  house,  Patrick  was 
arrested  for  the  forgery  of  a  check  for  $25,000,  pur- 
porting to  bear  Rice's  signature.  Charles  F.  Jones,  the 
valet  of  Rice,  was  also  arrested  for  complicity  in  the 
attempt  to  secure  some  of  the  dead  millionaire's  money. 
After  more  than  four  months  in  prison  Jones  confessed 
that  he  iiad  murdered  the  old  man  who  employed  him, 
but  that  he  was  instigated  to  commit  the  crime  by 
Patrick.  A  will,  afterwards  proved  to  be  forged,  had 
been  produced  by  Patrick,  and  by  the  terms  of  this 
paper  the  lawyer  was  made  executor  of  Rice's  estate 
and  the  recipient  of  nine  million  dollars  from  its  funds. 
This  alleged  will  furnished  the  motive  required  to  up- 
hold the  murder  charge,  and  Patrick  was  convicted. 
Tones,  having  turned  state's  evidence,  was  set  free. 

Four  days  after  Patrick's  trial  ended  with  a  verdict 
of  guilty,  and  while  he  was  still  in  the  city  prison,  he 
was  married  to  Mrs.  Addie  M.  Francis.  A  week  later 
he  was  sentenced  to  die  on  May  5,  1902.  From  that 
time  to  this  there  has  been  no  lapse  in  his  efforts  to 
escape  punishment.  His  motions  for  a  new  trial  and 
efforts  in  the  higher  courts  were  continued  through 
more  than  three  years  before  the  Court  of  Appeals 
finally  denied  his  application  for  a  new  trial,  and  in 
December,  1905,  he  was  again  sentenced  to  death.  His 
case  was  then  carried  to  the  United  States  Supreme 
Court,  but  withdrawn  to  permit  the  carrying  out  of  an 
official  act  of  clemency,  and  in  December,  1906,  Gov- 
ernor Higgins  commuted  his  sentence  to  imprisonment 
for  life.  This  action  gave  Patrick  opportunity  for  re- 
newed applications.  He  refused  to  accept  the  commu- 
tation of  sentence  and  demanded  death  or  freedom. 
The  courts  again  were  entreated  to  pass  upon  his  case, 
and  in  1909  the  Appellate  Division  declared  his  impris- 
onment to  be  legal. 

Sympathizers  have  not  been  lacking  in  Patrick's  case. 
There  are  always  sentimentalists  ready  to  take  up  the 
cause  of  the  most  malignant  and  spectacular  criminals. 
Even  self-confessed  murderers  find  admiring  friends, 
whose  tears  flow  freely  for  any  cause,  except  sorrow 
for  the  murdered  and  their  relatives.  There  was  no 
reasonable  doubt  as  to  Patrick's  guilt ;  there  was  oppor- 
tunity to  quibble  over  the  technicalities  of  his  trial. 
Governor  Dix  professes  to  have  given  the  case  long 
and  careful  study,  but  it  is  remarked  that  the  usual  pro- 
cedure in  pardon  cases  was  not  followed  in  this  in- 
stance. The  matter  was  not  referred  to  the  prosecuting 
attorney,  Mr.  James  W.  Osborne,  or  to  the  judge  who 
presided  at  the  trial,  as  is  customary.  In  his  message 
conveying  the  pardon  to  Patrick,  the  governor  ex- 
pressed the  hope  that  the  liberated  man  will  "completely 
vindicate  his  declared  inocence,"  as  if  that  were  still 
necessary.  It  will  not  be  an  easy  task.  The  will  in  his 
favor  was  set  aside  as  a  forgery,  and  an  earlier  testa- 
ment probated.  Patrick  has  never  been  tried  for 
forgery,  and  may  not  be  called  on  to  defend  himself 
against  the  charge  though  there  is  a  possible  con- 
tingency. There  may  be  further  sensational  develop- 
ments in  this  amazing  history. 

William  Marsh  Rice,  who  has  been  in  his  grave  more 
than  a  dozen  years,  was  for  a  long  time  a  resident  of 
Houston,  Texas,  and  became  a  very  wealthy  man  there. 
His  fortune  of  several  millions  was  devoted,  by  the 
will  which  the  probate  court  accepted,  to  the  founding 
in  the  Texas  city  of  a  college,  to  be  called  the  Rice  In- 
stitute. Only  a  few  days  ago  the  educational  institu- 
tion was  dedicated.  Patrick  claims  to  be  the  legal 
trustee  of  the  fund  devoted  to  the  institute.  Should 
he  attempt  to  establish  himself  in  that  position  the 
whole  matter  may  be  reopened.  It  is  not  likely  that  he 
will  hazard  any  such  experiment.  So  far  as  he  has 
been,  reported,  he  says  that  he  will  join  his  wrife  and 
wait  until  he  is  able  to  look  at  his  affairs  in  their  true 
perspective. 

There  is  much  criticism  of  Governor  Dix's  action  in 
granting  full  pardon  to  Patrick,  restoring  him  to  all 
the  rights  and  privileges  of  a  citizen.  Even  in  the  most 
lenient  view  of  his  case,  a  heavy  cloud  still  rests  upon 
the  lawyer.  But  the  public  discussion  can  not  harm 
him.  Probably  the  most  important  outcome  of  the 
matter  will  be  a  strengthening  of  opinion  on  the  side 
of  th  ^ld-fashioned  advocates  of  capital  punishment, 
and  an  access  of  indignation  against  the  delays  of  the 
law.  There  is  at  least  one  unanswerable  argument  in 
'favor  of  the  death  penalty — theic  is  no  record  of 
additional  crime  chargeable  to  a  murderer  who  had  been 
executed.  And  this  seems  to  be  an  occasion  for  sincere 
regret  that  the  advantage  gained  by  the  twisting  and 
turning  of  legal  technicalities  has  at  last  overthrown  a 
mass  of  evidence  that  convinced  a  good  jury  and  many 
learned  and  upright  judges. 


The  case  of  Lawyer  Gibson,  which  recently  culmi- 
nated in  a  jury  disagreement,  has  some  parallel  condi- 
tions. Gibson  is  charged  with  the  murder  of  a  wealthy 
client,  with  the  object  of  securing  her  estate.  The  evi- 
dence at  the  trial  was  seemingly  not  conclusive,  but 
there  was  no  confession  of  an  accomplice  to  sustain  the 
charge.  Gibson  and  his  client  were  in  a  boat  near  the 
shore  of  a  lake  when  both  fell  into  the  water  and  the 
woman  was  drowned.  He  will  have  another  trial,  but 
whatever  the  result  it  can  not  become  a  celebrated  case 
like  that  which  has  just  been  concluded  by  the  pen  of 
the  governor.  Guilty  or  innocent,  a  lucky  star  shines 
down  on  Albert  Patrick,  if  the  prolongation  of  his  life 
is  really  a  fortunate  thing  for  him.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  December  2,  1912. 

Nobody  denies,  in  the  first  place,  that  France  is  the 
richest  country  in  the  world,  or  has  at  her  disposal 
greater  riches  than  any  other  country  (says  Gabriel 
Hanotaux  in  the  December  number  of  the  North 
American  Review).  France  comes  to  the  rescue  with 
her  investments  whenever  a  world  crisis  is  threatened 
and  whenever  a  countrv  in  the  process  of  development 
has  need  of  financial  assistance.  Thus  has  she  ac- 
quired in  the  world  of  international  economy  a  position 
no  less  enviable  than  that  which  is  hers  in  military 
matters.  Commercial  and  financial  alliances  with 
France  are  sought  after  for  the  same  reason  that  polit- 
ical alliances  are  made,  because  she  has  at  her  disposal 
two  forces  equally  important  and  preeminent — her  army 
and  her  wealth.  France  receives  from  her  capital  in- 
vested abroad  an  annual  income  equal  to  the  amount  of 
the  national  budget:  she  could  live  on  her  income,  ex- 
erting no  greater  effort  than  is  needed  to  cut  off  cou- 
pons ;  but  instead  she  is  always  at  work,  watching  her 
opportunities,  ever  unsatisfied,  and  her  own  severest 
critic.  In  the  economic  order,  as  in  war,  science,  art, 
and  literature,  she  is  always  at  work  and  always  on  the 
alert. 

At  a  meeting  of  the  American  committee  to  arrange 
for  the  celebration  in  1914-15  of  the  one  hundredth  an- 
niversary of  peace  among  English-speaking  people  a 
matter  acted  on  favorably  was  a  suggestion  of  Senator 
Root's,  that  on  February  17,  1915,  five  minutes  shall  be 
set  aside  and  that  those  five  minutes  shall  be  desig- 
nated by  the  Parliament  of  Great  Britain  and  the  Con- 
gress of  the  United  States  as  a  period  during  which 
all  the  activities  of  the  English-speaking  world  shall 
come  to  a  full  stop,  and  "that  for  five  minutes  the  Eng- 
lish-speaking world  shall  review  the  one  hundred  years 
of  peace  and  its  attendant  blessings  with  prayer  and 
contemplation."  Another  matter  acted  upon  favorably 
was  the  question  of  a  woman's  auxiliary  committee, 
whose  specific  work  will  be  to  advance  the  proposal  to 
erect   a   monument  to   Queen   Victoria   in   the  city   of 

Washington. 

■  ■» 

A  news  dispatch  from  Washington,  dated  December 
2,  began  with  the  following  paragraph,  which  may  be 
cited  as  evidence  that  Mr.  Clark  of  Missouri  continues 
in  good  health  and  exuberant  spirits:  "The  Senate  and 
House  settled  down  to  work  today  for  the  high-pressure 
session  that  is  to  end  the  Sixty-Second  Congress. 
Speaker  Champ  Clark,  wielding  his  emblem  of  order 
with  ever-increasing  force,  succeeded  in  breaking  two 
valuable  gavels  before  he  had  brought  the  enthusiastic 
House  through  an  hour  and  ten  minutes  of  business. 
The  sessions  in  both  houses  served  to  complete  the  pre- 
liminary work  of  organization  and  left  Congress  ready 
for  legislative  business  tomorrow." 

President  Taft  has  approved  regulations  governing 
the  50,222  fourth-class  postmasters  throughout  the 
country  who  have  been  placed  under  the  classified  civil 
service  by  executive  order.  Alaska,  Guam,  Hawaii, 
Samoa,  and  Porto  Rico  are  excepted  from  the  order. 
The  competition  among  applicants  for  fourth-class  of- 
fices where  the  annual  compensation  is  $500  or  more  is 
to  be  the  same  as  elsewhere  in  the  classified  service. 
Where  the  compensation  is  less  than  $500  a  year,  a 
postoffice  inspector  shall  visit  the  locality  and  select 
from  among  the  applicants  a  suitable  man. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


Ideas  for  the  colors  in  the  best  Scotch  tweeds  are 
found  in  the  bed  of  the  river  Garry,  in  the  Pass  of  Kil- 
liecrankie,  said  Thomas  Welsh  in  a  paper  read  before  the 
textile  congress  at  Hawick,  Scotland,  recently.  Granite, 
porphyry,  and  jasper  are  found  there  in  rich  reds,  grays, 
and  greens,  beautifully  mottled  and  mixed  in  finely  con- 
trasted colors.  "Heather  mixtures,"  he  said,  "were 
asked  for  by  sportsmen,  who  inquired  for  colors  which 
resembled  their  shooting  grounds.  The  first  order  of 
tweeds  sent  to  London  in  bulk  was  six  pieces  of  black 
and  white  check  made  in  Peebles." 


One  of  the  world's  great  peppermint  farms,  consist- 
ing of  1250  acres,  is  located  near  Saginaw,  Michigan. 
It  is  part  of  the  Prairie  Farm,  which  nine  years  ago 
was  largely  covered  with  water.  Since  then  it  has  been 
drained  and  dyked.  The  aromatic  crop  is  worked  up 
in  two  distilleries  for  the  manufacture  of  peppermint 
oil. 

On  the  Lake  of  Harlem — it  was  seventy  miles  square 
— where  the  fleet  of  William  of  Orange  fought  the 
Spaniards  and  relieved  Leyden,  there  are  now,  as  on 
the  site  of  many  another  mere  in  Holland,  prosperous 
farms,  market  gardens,  and  nurseries.  The  pumping 
away  of  the  water  was  done  by  Cornish  engines. 


Charles  N.  Richards,  superintendent  of  the  stationery 
room  in  the  United  States  Senate,  has  held  his  position 
forty-eight  years.  Mr.  Richards  is  seventy-one  years 
old,  and  a  veteran  of  the  Civil  War. 

Dr.  F.  R.  Bergius,  the  scientist  who  has  been  con- 
ducting experiments  in  producing  artificial  coal,  has,  by 
employing  a  high  temperature  and  a  high  pressure, 
changed  cellulose  to  peat  in  a  few  hours.  The  same 
change  by  the  process  employed  by  nature,  he  states, 
required  7,000,000  years. 

Clement  M.  Bailache,  K.  C,  who  has  been  appointed 
judge  of  the  high  court  of  justice  by  King  George,  is 
well  known  for  the  reputation  he  has  acquired  as  a 
commercial  lawyer.  He  is  descended  from  a  Huguenot 
family,  and  has  remained  a  staunch  Non-conformist, 
taking  active  part  in  the  work  of  the  Baptist  community. 

Dr.  Gerhart  Hauptmann.  the  famous  German  drama 
tist.  was  born  in  Salzbrunn.  Silesia,  on  November  15, 
1862,  and  it  was  on  his  fiftieth  birthday  that  he  heard 
that  the  1912  Nobel  Prize  for  Literature  had  been 
awarded  him  by  the  Swedish  Academy.  Among  his 
best-known  works  are  "The  Weavers,"  "Hannele's 
Ascension,"  and  "The  Sunken  Bell." 

Miss  Mabel  Boardman,  the  first  American  woman  to 
receive  an  imperial  decoration  from  Japan,  has  devoted 
her  life  and  energies  to  the  work  of  the  Red  Cross.  The 
emperor  has  conferred  on  her  the  insignia  of  the  Fifth 
Order  of  the  Crown  for  distinguished  public  services. 
Japanese  Red  Cross  officials  have  frequentlv  consulted 
with  Miss  Boardman  as  to  matters  of  nolicv,  and  her 
methods  and  personality  are  highly  regarded  in  the 
Flowery  Kingdom. 

Dr.  Mary  E.  Pennington,  chief  of  the  government's 
food  research  laboratory  at  Philadelphia,  is  one  of  the 
highest  salaried  women  under  civil  service,  and  is  the 
only  woman  who  has  been  placed  in  charge  of  one  of 
the  research  laboratories  used  for  pure  food  investiga- 
tions. She  receives  a  salary  of  $3000  a  year,  and  has 
a  corps  of  fifteen  assistants.  She  has  established  a 
reputation  as  an  expert  on  eggs  and  poultry,  and  is 
striving  to  improve  methods  of  conserving  these  articles 
of  food. 

John  E.  D.  Trask,  who  has  resigned  as  secretary  and 
manager  of  the  Pennsylvania  Academv  of  Fine  Arts  to 
accept  the  appointment  as  director  of  fine  arts  of  the 
Panama-Pacific  Exposition,  is  widely  known  as  a  writer 
on  art  phases  and  American  painting,  and  is  a  facile 
public  soeaker  on  his  chosen  subject.  He  has  been  in 
Philadelphia,  in  the  academv,  since  1894.  In  1910  he 
went  to  the  International  Exposition  in  Argentina  as 
LTnited  States  commissioner,  and  was  in  charge  of  the 
exhibit  of  the  American  painters  who  were  represented 
there. 

John  Frederick  Ballard,  this  year's  winner  of  the 
Harvard  prize  play  contest,  took  up  a  homestead  and 
worked  as  a  cowboy  before  going  to  Harvard  and  en- 
tering the  playwriting  class  of  Professor  Baker.  While 
in  the  West  he  wrote  a  play  in  competition  for  the  an- 
nual scholarship  prize  awarded  bv  the  Macdowell  Fel- 
lowshio,  and  was  awarded  second  place,  but  no  other 
reward.  Then  followed  two  years  at  Harvard  and  his 
winning  play,  "Believe  Me.  Xantippe."  He  is  authority 
for  the  statement  that  he  writes  plays  purely  as  a  busi- 
ness proposition. 

Charles  W.  Masterson.  recently  elected  to  the  Wash- 
ington state  legislature,  has  been  blind  since  he  was 
seven  years  of  age.  He  has  managed  to  educate  him- 
self, and  is  a  figure  of  prominence  in  his  part  of  the 
state — Walla  Walla.  He  has  three  laws  in  mind  and 
will  try  to  have  them  passed.  They  are :  To  build  an  in- 
dustrial school  where  the  adult  blind  may  be  taught 
occupations ;  second,  a  law  to  permit  commissioners  giv- 
ing pensions  to  the  blind  who  through  physical  inability 
or  old  a<*e  are  unable  to  work  at  any  occupation:  third, 
a  commissioner  to  secure  data  on  the  blind  and  make 
recommendations. 

Charles  Yardley  Turner,  the  new  director  of  the 
Maryland  Institute,  famous  as  a  painter,  lon?s  to  be  a 
sculptor,  and  on  the  recent  occasion  of  his  sixty-second 
birthday  announced  his  determination  to  take  up  the 
art  which  he  has  long  admired.  He  is  a  native  of  Balti- 
more, and  was  apprenticed  when  a  boy  to  an  architect, 
whom  he  left  because  the  work  did  not  appeal  to  him 
and  painting  did,  though  his  father  was  of  the  opinion 
that  it  would  lead  to  the  poorhouse  if  followed  long 
enough.  Turner  studied  in  New  York  and  then  went  to 
Paris.  He  first  exhibited  in  the  National  Academy  in 
1882.     He  is  unmarried,  and  his  work  is  his  delight. 

Six  brothers,  all  bank  presidents,  make  the  name  of 
Cooper  unique  in  the  financial  world.  It  is  believed 
there  is  no  other  family  in  the  universe  which  can  lav 
claim  to  a  similar  record.  They  are:  Wade  H,  presi- 
dent of  the  United  States  Savings  Bank  at  Washington. 
D.  C. ;  W.  B..  president  American  National  Bank. 
Wilmington,  N.  C. :  P.  S..  president  First  National 
Bank.  Dunn.  N.  C. :  John  P.  president  Merchants  and 
Planters'  Bank,  Mullins,  S.  C. :  L.  J.,  president  First 
National  Bank.  Wavcross.  Ga.;  Thomas  E..  president 
Bank  of  Southport'.  Southport.  N.  C.  Thomas  E. 
Cooper  is  also  president  of  the  Citizens'  Bank  of  Mt. 
Olive,  N.  C.  and  the  Bank  of  Lor,^  ?.  C:  L.  J. 
Cooper  is  also  a  director  of  the  TT  '  Bank. 

Jacksonville,  Florida. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  14,  1912. 


THE   CURATE   OF   CARLOW. 


How  He  Was  Saved  at  the  Eleventh  Hour. 


Dick  Canfield  (the  Reverend  Richard)  you  met  as  he 
met  you.  unconscious  of  the  cloth.  The  cloth  was  of 
homespun  gentleman's  gray;  the  cut,  laic  In  Ireland 
the  woods  are  full  of  wits  and  never  was  a  truer  word 
spoken  in  jest  than  that  of  one  of  'em  who  said :  "Dick 
can  no  more  wear  out  his  suit  than  he  can  his  wel- 
come." As  to  the  rest  of  his  rig,  his  collar  he  buttoned 
in  front  like  an  ordinary  Christian,  and  his  black  Wind- 
sor tie  and  shovel  hat  looked  more  like  the  Latin  Quar- 
ter of  Paris  than  the  curacy  of  Carlow. 

With  so  little  noise  and'fuss  did  Dick  go  about  his 
business  of  ministering  to  the  sick  of  body,  soul,  or 
mind,  that  only  the  Master  in  whose  employ  were  both 
he  and  his  employer  knew  what  a  worker  was  the 
curate.  The  amount  of  work  done  week  days  and  Sun- 
days under  his  very  nose,  Dick's  immediate  employer, 
Archdeacon  Argabrite,  seemed  to  notice  not  at  all. 
That  high  dignitary  overlooked  the  thing  done  as  the 
material  get-up  of  the  doer. 

The  archdeacon  was  a  great  man,  brother  and  next 
of  kin  to  a  real  live  earl.  Lord  Everleigh.  though  real 
and  live,  was  ripe  for  the  grave;  and  God  is  good. 
Thus,  at  least,  over  their  cheery  cups,  the  gossips  of 
the  little  town. 

To  Carlow  the  advent  of  death  was  epochal.  Seldom 
came  birth  unheralded.  Xor  did  one  need  to  take  either 
Freeman's  Journal  or  Irish  Times  to  know  which  neigh- 
bor was  marrying,  which  given  in  marriage. 

Of  these  three  "tremendous  trifles"  of,  say,  Dublin 
or  London,  Dr.  Hackett  and  Dick  took  charge.  The 
old  doctor  and  the  young  curate  worked  hand-in-glove. 
The  newborn  living  and  the  newborn  dead  were 
handed  on.  as  it  were,  by  medicine  to  divinity.  So 
symbolically  did  the  curate  wash  away  the  sins  of  the 
week-old  that  the  babe  slept  on  through  the  ordeal  by 
water,  nor  wot  of  one  of  the  three  things  promised 
and  vowed  in  its  name  at  its  baptism.  X~o  wail  of  pro- 
test did  the  poor  little  mite  of  humanity  raise  against 
the  impossible-of-performance  renouncing  of  the  devil 
and  his  works,  the  pomps  and  vanities  of  this  wicked 
world,  and  ali  the  sinful  lusts  of  the  flesh.  A  year 
from  toddling  and  twaddling,  it  smiled  in  its  sleep 
while  its  sponsors  took  solemn  oath  that  it  would  keep 
God's  holy  will  and  commandments  and  walk  in  the 
same  all  the  days  of  its  life.  All  too  soon  would  it 
wake  up!  And  so,  more  gently  than  ever  rain  from 
heaven,  from  the  curate's  fingertips  fell  the  symbolic 
water  on  the  babe's  best  bib  and  tucker. 

What  business  in  those  uneugenic  days  the  old  doc- 
tor had  at  the  mid  event  is  not  for  me  to  say.  All  I 
know  is  that  where  a  wedding  was,  there  was  he,  large 
as  life.  Xor  boy  nor  girl  at  whose  birth  he  had  of- 
ficiated could,  it  seemed,  very  well  get  married  with- 
out him.  The  minus-the-wedding-garment  who  went 
to  scoff  held  that  he  went  to  pray  even  more  devoutly 
than  the  curate  that  in  days  to  come  the  groom  should 
in  no  wise  be  ashamed  to  speak  with  his  enemy  in  the 
gate.  It  is  a  stubborn  thing  that,  quitting  the  cer- 
tainty of  a  good  fee.  he  had  once  refused  to  budge  in 
behalf  of  a  philosopher  with  a  toothache  until  he  had 
seen  to  it  that  his  young  friend  had  with  God's  help 
done  such  a  job  of  jointry  as  no  man  dare  try  to  put 
asunder. 

The  doctor,  having  fought  an  almost  friendly  fight 
with  the  disguised  angel,  man's  seeming  enemy,  losing 
in  the  end,  fight  he  never  so  wisely  and  well,  took  de- 
feat with  good  grace.  Death  he  had  come  to  regard  in 
the  light  of  birth,  a  fearful  thing,  a  tearful,  but  the 
travail  over,  smileful.  How  smileful  he  feared  to  let 
himself  think.  Old-fashioned  in  the  extreme  was  Dr. 
Hackett  of  Carlow.  general  practitioner,  childless 
widower,  hail  fellow  well  met  even  with  Death.  In  a 
manner  identical  with  that  he  wore  at  christenings,  he 
attended  funerals,  cheerily  passing  on  the  newborn  dead 
into  the  good  hands  of  Dick  Canfield  for  eulogy  and 
God-soeeding.  As  the  doctor  put  it,  an  almost  merry 
twinkle  in  his  deep-set  gray  eyes,  it  was  a  pleasure  to 
be  buried  by  Dick,  a  pleasure  he  hoped  some  day  to 
enjoy. 

At  funerals  as  elsewhere  the  curate  spoke  simply, 
iiriefly,  preaching  gentleness,  and  that  glorified  rather 
than  crucified.  The  common  people  heard  him  gladly. 
He  gave  them  Heaven,  no  humdrumdom  of  psalm-sing- 
liut  a  joyous,  habitable  place  of  gentle  souls  who 
preferred  beauty  to  ugliness  and  heartily  disliked 
cruelty,  greed,  and  vulgarity,  a  trinity  which  Dick  him- 
self hated  like  the  very  mischief.  Not  that  he  hated 
the  very  mischief  with  an  undying  hate.  He  was  in 
his  study,  if  not  in  his  pulpit,  guilty  of  the  heresv  that 
oven  Lucifer,  his  pride  put  by,  might  be  saved  at  the 
eleventh  hour,  or  ever  the  books  be  opened  and  the  ever- 
lasting doom  sealed. 

The  curate  quickened  virtue  in  the  heart  by  praise 

of  virtue,  and  the  holding  up  for  imitation  of  glorious 

examples  thereof,  leaving  vice  to  die  the  death  of  dis- 

and  never  a  word  said.     Saint  Francis  and  Saint 

Tiler.  pet  subjects  of  his  impassioned  sermon- 

liort.  Dick  was  the  lyric  poet  of  his  calling, 

hymning  "God  is  in  His  heaven!"  like  the  lark  on  the 

wing.     For  all  mention  he  ever  made  of  the  devil  being 

in  his  hell,  or  going  to  and  fro  about  his  business  on 

this  bone  of  contention,  or  of  eternal  damnation,  the 

curate  might  as  well  not  have  believed  in  such  things. 

vitingly.   with   appealing  palms,   never 

1  fi«t.     Dick  Canfield  had  a  way  with  him 

of  Father  O'Flvnn. 


Of  Sabbath  afternoons,  did  Duty  call  him  by  the 
green,  where  the  villagers  foregathered  to  play  cricket, 
throw  horseshoes,  or  dance,  Dick  would  stop  to  pass 
the  time  of  day,  smilingly,  as  if  there  was  no  Fourth 
Commandment,  All-seeing  Eye,  nor  recording  angel. 
Once,  moreover,  a  cricket  ball  coming  hot  his  way, 
he  caught  out  the  batter  and  threw  out  the  runner  in 
such  quick  style  as  to  crowd  the  church  at  evening 
service  with  admirers.  Indeed  his  reverence  was  re- 
puted to  have  broken,  between  services,  one  blessed 
Sabbath  to  smithereens,  teaching  a  clodhopper  of  a  dif- 
ferent persuasion  how  to  double. shuffle  sideways !  That 
the  nasty  rumor  never  came  to  the  nice  ears  of  the 
archdeacon  is  proof  of  the  All-mercy  Dick  believed  in, 
evidence  in-  favor  of  a  Special  Providence,  indis- 
putable evidence  of  the  much  disputed  fact  that  women 
are,  or  were — God  bless  'em ! — who  can  keep  an  open 
secret. 

Dick,  you  see,  unlike  Archdeacon  Argabrite  and 
David  Thoreau,  had  just  such  a  gentle  sufficiency  of 
faults  as  to  make  him  truly  polar  and  popular  with  the 
humanity  he  preached  to.  making  his  preachment  as 
perfect  as  possible,  by  practice.  If  between  marriages 
he  drank  but  water,  it  was  for  the  excellent  reason  that 
wine  is  not  within  the  stipend  of  a  curate  who  serves 
but  one  master,  namely,  not  Mammon.  If  he  did  not 
smoke,  it  was  simply  because  pennies  are  so  very  few 
and  God's  poor  so  very  many.  Contrawise,  the  ornament 
to  the  church  smoked  none  but  the  best  cigars,  and 
would  not  grace  a  table  of  less  than  three  kinds  of  wine, 
nor  be  present  at  a  marriage  feast  where  there  was 
any  danger  of  a  miracie  being  required  of  his  hands. 
And  yet,  God's  poor  respected  more  the  person  of  the 
curate  than  that  of  the  great  man — at  least,  to  judge 
from  the  depth  or  shallowness  of  curtsies,  the  sincerity 
or  perfunctoriness  of  forelock-pulling,  and  the  fervency 
or  lip-servility  of  the  respective  God  bless  yer  honor  !'s. 
But  the  archdeacon  was  so  much  wrapt  up  in  himself 
as  to  be  proof  against  the  coldness  of  his  humble  parish- 
ioners' greetings,  miserable  sinners  that  they  were. 

Once  only  had  Dick  been  known  to  deal  severely  with 
the  sinner.  She  was  a  woman  who  could  say  truthfully 
as  she  of  Samaria  called  that  she  had  no  husband:  this, 
though  at  the  time  of  her  encounter  with  the  curate  the 
burden  of  stolen  dry  twigs  she  had  upon  her  back  was 
not  the  only  shameful  one  she  carried.  The  day  was 
the  first  of  the  week;  the  place,  the  sacred  rector)' 
grounds.  Red-handed  but  not  red-cheeked  had  Dick 
caught  her,  the  soiled  bare-footed  beggar,  in  the  act  of 
stealing  fagots  to  cook  supper  for  herself  and  her  seven 
fatherless,  in  whose  behalf  she  had  the  effrontery  to 
importune  an  alms.  Dick  that  hesitated  at  nothing  put 
the  three-penny  bit  he  had  saved  for  the  plate  that 
evening  into  the  thieving  hand,  thus  robbing  the  Lord. 
At  vespers  he  would  have  to  stand  up  there  and  ad- 
monish his  congregation:  "The  poor  and  the  father- 
less forget  not;  for  with  such  sen-ice  God  is  well 
pleased."  And  they  all  having  remembered  would  see 
him  come  forward  to  receive  the  offertory,  nor  add  a 
farthing  to  the  total.  Be  sure  Dick  took  the  fagots 
away  from  the  wretched  creature.  "God  bless  yer 
honor!"  she  returned  him.  Then,  appearing  sudden  as 
Satan,  the  archdeacon:  "Quite  right,  Caulfield — Can- 
field,  I  mean.  As  for  you,  my  good  woman,  let  me 
catch  you  at  it  here  again,  and  you  go  to  jail;  not  for 
stealing  so  much  as  Sabbath-breaking.  Aren't  six  days 
enough  for  your  thievery  and ?" 

"Week  days  yer  honor  do  be  snoopin'  round  too 
much !" 

Speechless,  the  archdeacon  pointed  a  be-off -w-ith-you ! 
forefinger;  then,  recovering  his  voice:  "Xext  time, 
understand,  you  go  to  jail."  In  high  dudgeon,  the  high 
dignitary  marched  off. 

"God's  grace  follow  yer  honor,"  prayed  the  poor 
woman,  "and  niver  catch  up  wid  ye!" 

Canfield — addressed  repeatedly  by  the  archdeacon  as 
if  he  were  Caulfield,  the  man  of  God's  man — shoul- 
dered the  bundle  of  fagots,  fell  in  step  with  the  woman, 
kept  in  step  with  her  all  the  way  through  the  little  town 
until  they  reached  the  outskirts  where  she  and  her  seven 
were  mud-housed.  Such  a  sermon  as  he  preached  her, 
not  on  the  sinful  lusts  of  the  flesh,  not  on  the  fate  of 
such  as  pick  sticks  of  a  Sunday  (witness  the  moon 
man's),  not  for  believing  too  implicitly  that  the  good 
Lord  will  fill  every  mouth  he  sends,  but  on  the  text, 
"And  niver  catch  up  wid  ye !"  For  how  could  she  tell 
but  that  some  day  her  need  of  God's  grace  catching  up 
with  her  might  be  sore  as  his,  the  archdeacon's. 

"God  forbid,  yer  honor !     And  God  bless  ye !" 

"Amen.    The  same  to  you,  Mary." 

Strictly  speaking,  Dick  ought  to  have  gone  through 
life  those  fagots  on  his  conscience;  but  he  wasn't  built 
that  way.  Confronted  with  the  Eighth  Commandment, 
he  would  have  called  to  witness  daw  and  rook  and  mag- 
pie that  the  stealing  even  on  Sunday  of  sticks  for  one's 
nest,  for  the  keeping  warm  of  one's  young,  is  a  crime 
against  property  condoned  of  Heaven.  An  accessory 
after  the  fact  of  filching  from  his  employer,  Dick  went 
about  his  business  for  the  rest  of  that  holy  day  mind- 
less of  God's  law  and  man's.  That  evening  he  actually 
outdid  himself,  making  goodness  so  attractive  that  it 
was  a  genuine  pleasure  to  hear  him.  Lady  Eva  Elfin- 
ton  herself  said  as  much,  and  in  Carlow  what  Lady 
Eva  said  went — the  rounds. 

Seldom  nowadays  was  the  archdeacon  heard,  never 
of  the  common  people  gladly.  Even  as  Dick  was  pure 
religion  and  undefiled.  so  was  Archdeacon  Argabrite 
theology,  personified.  He  preached  Him  crucified 
afresh  every  minute  of  the  day  and  night  by  the  un- 
chosen   many.      Religiously   he   damned   the    evil-doer, 


gave  him  Hades;  damned  him  firstly,  secondly,  thirdly, 
fourthly,  and  eternally.  Self-constituted  mouthpiece  of 
God's  wrath,  after  he  had  at  length  made  an  end  of 
damning,  emptied  the  vial  to  the  last  corrosive  drop, 
the  fate  of  the  cities  of  the  plain  overhung  like  a  tragic 
cloud  the  little  town,  where  they  (that  is,  one  of  them) 
did  with  extreme  difficulty  gather  fagots  o'  Sundays, 
and  manage  to  keep  out  of  jail,  and  bring  mouths  into 
the  world  with  never  a  "be  yer  riverence's  lave." 

As  to  being  baptized,  married,  or  buried,  by  the  arch- 
deacon, nothing  less  than  a  baronetcy  entitled  you  to 
that.  For  what,  pray  you,  did  he  hire  a  curate?  You 
must  know  he  was  getting  on  in  years.  When  once  in 
a  month  of  Sundays  the  archdeacon  did  condescend  to 
denounce,  the  chosen  few,  duly  notified,  must  needs 
come  in  full  strength,  giving  a  grand-opera  effect  to 
the  house  of  God.  From  pew  to  pew,  the  duke  of  this 
nodded  to  the  earl  of  that,  and  in  turn  his  lordship  to 
sir  so-and-so.  Likewise  their  ladies.  But  it  came  to 
be  noticed  by  Episcopalian  Carlow.  and  the  news  passed 
on  to  lesser  denominations,  that  coincidently  with  the 
archdeacon's  denunciations  were  Lady  Eva  Elfinton's 
splitting  headaches.  Do  you  blame  her?  Who  ever 
heard  of  thunder  and  brimstone  as  a  cure  for  my  lady's 
mal-de-tete  ? 

Let  doctors  of  divinity  disagree  as  they  have  a  mind 
to,  the  fact  is,  every  blessed  day  Archdeacon  Argabrite 
condescended  to  ascend  the  pulpit,  the  megrim  kept 
Lady  Eva  to  her  room  and  from  attending  divine 
sen-ice.  Less  good-looking  women  than  her  ladyship 
were  sure  that  it  was  some  secret  sin,  no  less,  that  made 
her  head  ache  to  think  of.  The  thunderer  was  credited 
with  preaching  right  at  her,  as  she  were  chief  of  the 
sinners.  That  Lady  Eva's  charity  did  not  cover  a  mul- 
titude of  sins  as  well  as  sinners  was  hardly  credible  by 
women  old  enough  to  know  better,  women  twice  her 
age  and  not  half  as  charitably  inclined  as  was  she. 
Else,  why  did  she  not  dress  as  became  her  rank,  youth, 
passable  good  looks? 

Eva  Elfinton  was  the  bread-distributing  lady  dear  to 
the  heart  of  John  Ruskin.  With  her  own  hands  she 
showed  the  poor  of  Carlow  how  to  sew,  knit,  make  lace, 
cook,  keep  house.  Out  of  the  fullness  of  her  experience 
of  the  empty  purse,  she  taught  thrift  and  the  making  of 
ends  meet,  even  going  so  far  as  to  give  her  own  means 
to  those  ends.  Her  title  was  a  luxury  she  could  ill 
afford.  Titles  are  expensive  things,  as  even  American 
girls  know  to  their  cost.  In  Lady  Eva's  little  family 
were  two  titles,  of  which  her  mother's  Countess  of 
Ballymena  was  by  far  the  more  costly.  Xo  wonder 
her  poor  head  ached,  the  way  she  had  to  ransack  her 
brains  for  her  larger  and  less  immediate  family.  Still, 
the  strange  thing  about  her  ladyship's  headache  was 
this,  that  she  was  never  known  to  miss  a  Sunday,  rain 
or  shine,  of  the  nine  and  forty  Sundays  a  year  whereon 
the  curate  was  used  to  preach. 

And  yet,  Dick,  too,  (so  Gossip)  preached  at  her,  only 
as  was  his  way,  holding  out  his  arms  and  hope  for 
sinners,  secret  and  notorious  alike.  If,  as  Dr.  Hackett 
held,  it  was  good  for  sore  eyes  to  see  him  standing 
there,  breathing  health  and  happiness.  God's  out-of- 
doors  in  God's  indoors,  why  not  for  sore  hearts  to  hear  ? 
That  Lady  Eva  was  eating  her  heart  out  over  some- 
thing was  no  professional  secret  in  the  doctor's  keeping 
— who  could  do  nothing  for  her — but  a  matter  of  com- 
mon gossip,  little  town  small  talk.  The  honest  old 
physician  treated  her  for  headache  and  to  a  piece  of 
his  mind,  and  was  guilty  of  the  sin  of  omitting  to  send 
in  his  bill. 

But  one  gray  Sabbath,  sudden  as  death,  no  fair 
warning  given,  the  archdeacon  was  seen  to  emerge 
from  the  vestry,  firm-footed,  nor  walking,  as  was  his 
use,  like  a  man  with  both  feet  in  the  grave.  Lady  Eva 
was  conspicuously  present,  Dick  as  conspicuously  ab- 
sent. The  doctor  was  caught  napping.  When  the 
archdeacon  was  on  duty,  so  was  he.  Suddenly,  then, 
as  the  unexpected  happened,  he  remembered  that  he 
had  forgotten  to  visit  a  poor  sick  woman,  deliver  in 
person  to  Dame  McGoorty  her  weekly  dram,  plug  of 
pigtail,  bit  o'  bacon,  cornucopia  of  tea.  bag  of  brown 
sugar,  sack  of  oatmeal. 

In  the  churchyard  stood  tied  the  doctor's  horse,  no 
gray  mare,  ghostly  to  match-race  with  the  black-winged 
angel  or  the  bright-winged  stork,  but  an  animal  red  as 
poetic  life,  a  kingly  brute,  bred  in  the  purple,  Brian 
Boru  by  name.  To  him  unhitched,  the  doctor  made  the 
noises  horses  run  from:  women,  to.  Driving  Jehu-like 
round  a  corner,  as  if  the  matter  in  hand  were  one  of 
life  or  death,  the  good  old  man  dropped  the  whip  he 
never  used,  and  drew  rein.  The  act  was  providential. 
Else  had  he  run  down  Dick  Canfield.  As  it  was.  the 
horse,  though  quite  a  bit  scared,  could  scarce  refrain, 
well  bred  as  he  was,  from  laughing  outright  in  the  man's 
face,  so  odd  was  his  expression. 

The  doctor  swore  at  the  curate.  Xot  the  archdeacon 
himself  could  have  damned  Dick  Canfield  more  eter- 
nally than  did  his  hand-in-glove  old  friend.  "What  in 
heaven.  Dick,  are  you  thinking  of?  Bless  it  all.  man 
alive,  do  you  want  to  get  killed?" 

Dick,  who,  to  save  himself,  had  grabbed  the  bridle, 
whispered  something  into  Brian's  ear,  so  startling  as 
to  cause  that  good  horse  to  toss  an  impatient  head. 
"Why.  Dick,  my  bow"  the  doctor  changed  his  tune, 
"what's  the  matter?  You  look  as  if  you'd  seen  a 
ghost!" 

'Well,"  Dick  explained.  "I  came  within  a  whisker 
of  seeing  my  own,  didn't  I.  Brian?" 

"Tut-tut !"  reproved  Brian's  master.  "This'll  never 
do.  Why,  man  dear,  we  could  better  spare  any  hundred 
others — barring  one,  of  course.    We  couldn't  spare  her 


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any  more  than  you.  Why  so  pale,  Dick  ?  Better  see  a 
doctor  at  once !" 

Sickly  was  the  curate's  answering  smile,  as  he 
wobbled  on  in  a  dazed  way  as  if  he'd  actually  been 
run  over.  For  the  first  time  in  parish  history  he  was 
late  for  church.  The  doctor  shook  his  head.  Dick's 
nerves  he  knew  to  be  steel;  his  constitution,  iron. 

Leaving  his  whip  to  be  picked  up  by  some  godless 
condemned  church-going  youngster,  he  made  haste  to 
the  widow's. 

Dame  McGoorty,  a  great-grandmotherly  witch,  who 
made  both  ends  meet  in  some  mysterious  way,  met  him 
smilingly.  When  Mother  McGoorty  laughed,  nose  and 
chin  shook  hands  with  each  other  heartily. 

"Well,  mother,"  asked  the  doctor  cheerily,  "what's 
the  news?  Into  how  many  child  hearts  have  you  put 
the  fear  of  God  this  week?  Darn  their  tender  hides, 
they'll  do  anything  for  me  and  Dick  and  Lady  Eva — 
except  be  good!" 

"Acourse,"  mumbled  the  witch,  "ye've  heered  about 
Lady  Eva  and  the  archdeacon?" 

"I  don't  blame  her  a  bit  for  getting  a  headache.  He 
gives  me  a  pain  myself."    The  doctor  didn't  say  where. 

"Thin  ye  haven't  heered !  They're  going  to  git  mar- 
ried !" 

"My  God,  no !"  the  good  man  cried. 

"The  poor'll  git  the  archdacon's  money,  now,  docthor 
avick !" 

"I  hone  they  do.     But  I  doubt  it.     Mark  my  words, 
mother:   This  is  the  doings  of  the  countess." 
_  "How  did  ye  guess  it,  docthor  dear !     Sit  down  and 
I'll  tell  ye  what  the  housemaid  tould  me — only,  for  the 
love  av  Hiven,  don't  let  it  go  no  farther!" 

The  doctor  sat  down,  dumb  and  numb,  and  gave  the 
old  gray  mare,  Garrulity,  her  head.  The  curate,  as  a 
special  favor,  having  recently  saved  the  rectory  grounds 
from  being  robbed,  was  to  officiate  at  the  wedding. 
The  Bishop  of  Armagh  had  declined  the  honor,  refused 
to  move  hand  or  foot  in  the  matter,  pleading  rheuma- 
tism and  gout.  And  so  forth,  the  dame  chewing  and 
chewing  each  morsel  with  her  toothless  eums. 

The  next  Sunday.  Dick  Canfield,  God's  out-of-doors 
man,  pale  as  a  surplice,  crept  like  a  church  mouse  from 
vestry  to  lectern,  and  when  he  had  made  an  end  of 
reading:  "The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  broken  spirit: 
a  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  O  God,  Thou  wilt  not 
despise,"  a  woman  wept  aloud  and  the  doctor  swore 
under  his  breath.  When  the  woman  stopped  weeping, 
the  hush  hurt.  But  more  than  ever  clod  on  coffin  lid 
or  "Dust  to  dust,"  it  pained  the  good  doctor  to  hear 
Dick's  nainfully  articulated:  "I  publish  the  bans  of 
marriage  between  Reginald  Mordecai  Argabrite, 
widower,  of  Carlow,  and  Eva  Rosalys  Elfinton,  of 
Abbeyhill,  spinster.  If  any  of  you  know  cause,  or 
just  impediment,  whv  these  two  persons  should  not  be 
joined  together  in  holy  matrimony,  ye  are  to  declare 
it.  This  is  the  first  time  of  asking!"  Dr.  Hackett 
found  it  hard  to  keep  silent  and  his  seat. 

The  following  Sunday  was  the  second  time  of  asking, 
and  the  Sunday  after  that,  the  third,  and  none  declared 
knowledge  of  cause  why  threescore  should  not  wed 
one.  There  was  no  impediment  in  Dick's  speech,  the 
doctor  noticed. 

The  countess  sinfully  omitted  to  invite  her  family 
nhysician  to  the  wedding  of  her  daughter.  That  twenty 
long  years  ago  he  had  saved  both  was  forgotten. 

The  doctor  invited  himself,  and  was  lucky  to  find  a 
vacant  seat  in  the  pew  he  paid  for,  where,  while  "The 
Voice  that  Breathed  o'er  Eden"  was  being  sung,  a  lady 
next  him  heard  him  mutter:  "Why  the  devil  didn't  I 
let  him  die !"  And  yet,  when  for  the  last  time  Dick 
admonished :  "If  any  man  can  show  just  cause,  let  him 
now  speak,  or  else  hereafter  forever  hold  his  peace," 
the  doctor  held  his. 

_  Then  did  Dick  require  and  charge  them  both,  the  prin- 
cipals, and  they,  too,  held  their  peace.  Next,  the  curate 
needs  must  turn  to  the  archdeacon  and  ask:  "Regi- 
nald, wilt  thou  have  this  woman  to  be  thy  wedded 
wife?"  and  the  solemn  rest.  The  man  answered  out 
loud :    "I  will." 

Dick  asked:  "Eva,  wilt  thou  have  this  man?"  etc. 
And  the  woman  answered  out  loud!     "I  will  not!" 

Dick  swayed,  drunken,  but  not  with  wine.  The 
countess  fainted  and  fell  all  of  a  heap.  The  archdeacon 
stood  upon  his  dignity.  The  doctor  showed  unmistak- 
able signs  of  a  breakdown — that  is  to  say,  danced  for 
joy  before  the  Lord.  The  invited  guests  gasped  oh's ! 
and  ah's  !  as  at  Roman  candles  and  skyrockets.  The  un- 
invited guest  pushed  himself  forward  to  the  chancel  rail. 

"The  countess  has  fainted !"  the  archdeacon  an- 
nounced commandingly. 

"Then  let  her  come  to  when  she's  good  and  ready !" 
Thus  did  the  old  gallant  give  an  elderly  lady  the  go-by 
to  attend  to  no  hothouse  plant  of  a  man.  who  stood 
swaying,  head  bowed,  great  shoulders  shaking  like 
those  of  the  captain  of  a  losing  football  team.  So  do 
the  extremes  of  joy  and  sorrow  meet. 

Right  then  and  there  the  doctor,  as  if  of  divinity, 
joined  Dick  and  Eva,  hugging  them  both  together.  And 
man  nor  woman  said  him  nay. 

The  archdeacon  tried  manfullv  to  live  it  down,  failed 
dismally,  and  died.  Dick  and  Lady  Eva  Canfield  now 
occupy  the  rectory,  and  in  the  grounds,  Sundays  and 
week  days  alike,  not  onlv  God's  poor,  but  likewise  His 
rich,  foregather  and  gather  at  will.  From  Heaven  the 
archdeacon  looks  down  on  the  scene,  and  smiles.  Yes, 
from  Heaven.  Did  he  not  marry  Dick  and  Eva,  and 
leave  them,  for  theirs,  his  money? 

Harry  Cowell. 

San  Francisco,  December,  1912. 


JOHN  GALSWORTHY'S  LATEST. 

■ ♦ 

The  Newest  Development  of  London  Dramatic  Experiments. 

* 

Dramatic  experiments  seem  to  run  in  parallels.  A 
history,  for  example,  of  the  Theatre  Libre  in  Paris  and 
the  Court  Theatre  in  London  would  have  to  be  written 
in  interchangeable  terms.  The  Liberty  Theatre  of 
Montmartre  was  started  to  prove  that  the  old  methods 
were  all  wrong,  to  give  the  most  daring  dramatists  a 
hearing,  to  try  all  kinds  of  innovations  in  stagecraft. 
It  was  the  shrine  of  the  faddists  in  art  and  literature 
and  social  philosophy.  It  defied  the  censor  because  no 
money  was  taken  at  the  doors.  Its  manager,  M.  An- 
toine,  was  elected  to  the  post  because  he  possessed  that 
self-confidence  and  contempt  for  tradition  which  are 
the  hall-mark  of  the  innovator.  And  yet  it  failed ! 
One  reason  was  found  in  the  audience ;  as  it  was  com- 
posed of  the  initiated  it  never  gave  an  honest  verdict. 
Another  was  the  type  of  play  produced;  it  was  gen- 
erally without  situation  or  character  or  climax.  And 
a  third  was  that  the  heretic  playwrights  gradually  de- 
serted the  camp  for  the  orthodox  stage.  There  was 
more  money  in  following  the  old  methods,  as  Pierre 
Wolff,  for  example,  has  discovered  to  his  enrichment. 

Much  the  same  course  has  been  repeated  in  the  his- 
tory of  the  Court  Theatre  in  London.  In  fact  its 
founder  admitted  that  he  had  taken  M.  Antoine  for 
his  model.  So  there  were  new  or  outre  playwrights 
taken  under  its  wing,  and  Granville  Barker  was  de- 
puted to  play  the  dual  role  of  actor-manager.  The 
dramatists  who  were  given  a  hearing  included  G.  B. 
S.,  and  St.  John  Hankin,  and  John  Galsworthy,  not  for- 
getting Miss  Robins  and  her  "Votes  for  Women."  But 
where  are  the  experimentors  today  ?  Gone  in  the  wake 
of  Pierre  Wolff.  For  the  Court  Theatre  became  a  kind 
of  dramatic  branch  of  the  Fabian  Society,  and  the  fad- 
dists who  took  the  trouble  to  travel  all  the  way  to 
Chelsea  were  not  numerous  enough  to  make  the  thing 
worth  the  candle.  So  G.  B.  S.  affects  the  fashionable 
theatre  as  a  more  profitable  arena  for  his  plays,  and 
now  he  has  been  followed  by  John  Galsworthy,  whose 
"The  Silver  Fox"  was  one  of  the  few  successes  of  the 
Court. 

On  Saturday  night,  then,  such  of  the  independents 
who  remain  faithful  had  to  jostle  with  cockney  philis- 
tines  in  the  foyer  of  the  Kingsway  Theatre  as  a  pre- 
liminary to  a  hearing  of  Mr.  Galsworthy's  new  play, 
"The  Eldest  Son."  And  before  the  evening  was  out 
the  faithful  and  the  philistines  alike  discovered  that 
there  is  little  new  under  the  sun.  For  the  play  of  the 
one-time  innovator  proved  to  be  another  variant  of  the 
theme  which  has  been  the  standby  of  novelists  from 
the  days  of  Richardson.  It  was  earlier  than  early- 
Victorian,  not  only  reminiscent  of  George  Eliot's  Ar- 
thur Donnithorne  and  Pletty  Sorel,  but  recalling  George 
Crabbe's  "amorous  knight"  and  the  alluring  Fanny 
Price.  For  its  thesis  was  the  vice  of  those  country 
squires  and  sons  of  squires  whose  idleness  makes  them 
the  victim  of  female  beauty.  In  short,  Mr.  Galsworthy 
has  succumbed  to  use  and  wont,  just  as  Walt  Whitman 
capitulated  now  and  then  to  rhyme  and  the  pre- 
Raphaelites  so  far  forgot  their  vows  as  to  paint  like 
ordinary  artists. 

Three  acts  sufficed  to  tell  the  story  of  "The  Eldest 
Son."  The  first  disclosed  an  interior  of  the  country 
home  of  Sir  William  Cheshire,  a  fine,  crusted  baronet 
of  the  old  school  whose  forebears  almost  came  over 
with  the  Conqueror.  It  was  just  on  dinner-time,  and 
the  diners  filed  into  the  picture  in  all  the  array  of 
"glad  clothes,"  Sir  William  and  his  lady,  and  the 
daughters  of  the  house,  one  married  and  one  engaged, 
and  a  visitor  in  the  form  of  an  Irish  girl,  and  the 
younger  son  Harold,  and  the  eldest  son  and  heir,  fa- 
miliarly known  as  Bill.  There  was  also  a  lady's  maid 
in  attendance,  Freda  by  name,  whose  duty  it  was  to 
hand  flowers  to  the  ladies  as  they  swept  by  in  their 
trailing  gowns.  They  all  spoke  a  little,  not  much,  but 
sufficient  to  disclose  their  personality.  And  Bill  is  re- 
tained for  a  moment  by  the  flower-bearer,  Freda,  who 
whispers  that  she  must  have  a  few  minutes  with  him 
after  dinner. 

That  aside  gives  away  the  plot.  The  two  have  a 
brief  interview  after  dinner,  in  which  Freda  explains 
that  their  little  "holiday"  has  had  the  usual  conse- 
quence, and  that  she  will  soon  bear  him  a  child.  But 
she  is  not  a  blackmailer;  "you  needn't  be  afraid  I'll 
say  anything  when — it  comes."  She  was  not,  she  added, 
"like  that  girl  down  in  the  village."  For  of  course 
Mr.  Galsworthy  had  devised  his  situation  in  duplicate. 
That  is  his  usual  style.  Take  the  case  of  "The  Silver 
Box."  There  you  had  the  son  of  a  wealthy  man  who 
stole  the  purse  of  a  promiscuous  lady  in  a  drunken 
frolic  and  escapes  punishment  while  an  out-of-work 
laborer  who  steals  a  cigarette-box  is  hurried  off  to 
prison.  So  in  "The  Eldest  Son."  While  the  squire's 
heir  has  been  despoiling  the  virtue  of  his  mother's 
lady's  maid  an  underkeeper  on  the  estate  has  repeated 
the  process  with  a  village  girl. 

Now  it  is  the  second  of  these  lapses  which  is  the 
first  to  come  to  the  squire's  knowledge.  And  he  is 
righteously  indignant.  The  sinning  underkeeper  must 
obey  the  "unwritten  law":  he  must  marry  the  girl  and 
make  an  "honest  woman"  of  her ;  the  only  reparation 
for  seduction  is  marriage ;  if  the  man  refuses  he  will 
dismiss  him  from  his  employment  and  refuse  to  give 
him  a  character.  This  has  the  proper  effect;  in  due 
course  it  is  explained  that  the  underkeeper  has  under- 
taken to  do  "the  proper  thing."  So  the  old  squire  can 
go  a-hunting  with  the  comfortable  thought  that  every- 
thing has  been  satisfactorily  arranged. 


But  while  he  is  following  the  hounds  the  plot  thickens. 
Bill  and  Freda,  after  a  rehearsal  of  "Caste"  by  the 
house  party,  are  discovered  in  each  others'  arms  by 
the  lady  of  the  house.  For  the  moment  Bill's  manhood 
asserts  itself;  he  tells  his  mother  bluntly  that  he  is  en- 
gaged to  be  married  to  Freda,  and  sticks  to  his  guns 
despite  all  Lady  Cheshire  has  to  say  of  the  misery 
which  must  be  the  outcome  of  such  a  union.  Then, 
from  the  lips  of  Freda,  my  lady  learns  the  truth  and 
finds  all  her  fine  arguments  blown  into  thin  air.  For 
Lady  Cheshire  is  the  really  pathetic  figure  of  the  play ; 
a  woman  of  finer  issues  who  has  suffered  for  years  for 
the  allowances  she  has  had  to  make  for  the  class  among 
whom  her  lot  has  been  cast. 

And  now  the  squire  himself,  that  eloquent  exponent 
of  the  "unwritten  law"  and  zealous  advocate  of  mar- 
riage as  the  price  of  seduction,  has  to  learn  the  story. 
He  is  furious.  He  points  to  his  family-tree,  seven  cen- 
turies in  the  growing,  and  winds  up  with,  "This  is  the 
sort  of  business  nothing  can  get  over."  Of  course  he 
will  not  listen  to  Bill's  solution.  Bill,  the  idle  heir,  who 
has  run  up  debts  at  polo  and  in  sowing  wild  oats,  still 
feels  that  he'd  be  "a  d — d  skunk  to  leave  her  in  the 
lurch,"  and  accepts  philosophically  his  father's  ulti- 
matum to  disown  him.  But  he  has  not  taken  Freda's 
father  into  his  reckoning.  He  discovers  that  it  is  no 
longer  a  question  of  love  with  the  squire's  son,  that  he 
has  already  tired  of  the  girl,  and  he  will  have  no 
"charity  marriage"  in  his  family.  And  the  final  touch, 
the  excuse  for  "Caste"  having  been  selected  for  the 
private  theatricals  of  the  house  party,  is  supplied  by  a 
member  of  Freda's  own  sex:  "After  all  what's  coming 
won't  affect  her  as  if  she'd  been  a  lady." 

Mr.  Galsworthy's  solution  is  the  only  touch  of  nov- 
elty in  his  story-  The  early- Victorian  way  would  have 
been  marriage  or  death.  Mr.  Galsworthy  prefers  the 
thesis  that  a  loveless  marriage  is  no  compensation  for 
lawless  love.  And  the  thesis  was  presented  with  telling 
force  by  the  admirable  company  who  interpreted  this 
"domestic  drama."  Edmund  Maurice,  a  tried  and 
trained  actor  of  the  old  school,  gave  a  robust  rendering 
of  the  self-satisfied  old  squire;  Irene  Brooke  imparted 
a  pathetic  grace  to  the  role  of  Lady  Cheshire;  while 
the  wistful  restraint  of  Cathleen  Nesbitt  as  Freda  and 
the  stubbornness  of  Guy  Rathbone  as  Bill  added  much 
to  the  sincerity  of  the  total  effect.  It  is  hardly  neces- 
sary to  add  that  the  dialogue  was  supremely  natural 
and  simple,  all  the  more  telling  for  its  economy.  There 
is  no  academic  discussion;  even-thing  transpires  in  the 
give  and  take  of  ordinary  conversation.  The  play  is 
perhaps  not  so  terrific  an  indictment  of  the  social  order 
as  some  of  Mr.  Galsworthy's  efforts,  but  it  is  another 
proof  that  he  is  a  master  of  dramatic  architecture. 

Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  November  26,  1912. 


New  York  children  are  indebted  to  Mr.  William  K. 
Vanderbilt  for  the  new  Children's  Theatre  on  the  roof 
of  the  Century  Building,  which  will  be  opened  during 
Christmas  week  with  a  play  of  special  appeal  to  young 
people.  The  theatre  has  been  leased  to  the  Liebler 
Company.  In  the  construction  of  the  miniature  play- 
house high  above  Central  Park  there  is  realized  one 
of  Mr.  Vanderbilt's  most  prized  projects,  for,  it  is  said, 
he  long  has  been  interested  in  an  ideal  place  for  the 
amusement  and  entertainment  of  children.  Mr.  Van- 
derbilt furnished  all  the  funds  for  the  enterprise,  and 
it  is  estimated  that  he  spent  $60,000.  There  will  be  a 
pleasant  surprise  for  the  children  attending  the  first 
performance,  when  they  are  shown  to  their  seats  by 
the  youthful  ushers,  and  discover  that  the  chairs  are 
considerably  smaller  and  lower  than  the  conventional 
theatre  seats.  In  this  respect  it  will  be  not  unlike  the 
schoolroom.  The  theatre  will  accommodate  900  chil- 
dren. 

■!■     

Icelandic  ponies,  which  are  being  impressed  into  the 
service  of  the  Swiss  army,  aroused  the  admiration  of 
the  great  traveler,  Mme.  Ida  Pfeiffer.  "In  spite  of 
scanty  food,"  she  wrote,  "they  have  marvelous  powers 
of  endurance.  They  can  travel  from  thirty-five  to  forty 
miles  per  diem  for  several  consecutive  days.  They 
know  by  instinct  the  dangerous  spots  in  the  stony 
wastes  and  in  the  moors  and  swamps.  On  approaching 
these  places  they  bend  their  heads  toward  the  earth  and 
look  sharply  round  on  all  sides.  If  they  can  not  dis- 
cover a  firm  resting  place  for  their  feet  they  stop  at 
once,  and  can  not  be  urged  forward  without  many 
blows." 

■  ■» 

With  coal  at  its  present  price  New  York  tenants  are 
likely  to  take  a  warm  interest  in  the  recent  decision  in 
that  city  that  unless  a  landlord  keeps  a  leased  apartment 
properly  heated  he  can  not  recover  rent  if  the  frozen- 
out  tenant  abandons  the  premises.  It  will  be  an  expen- 
sive winter  for  any  one  who  is  compelled  to  keep  other 

people  comfortable. 

m*m    

The  gymnasium  records  of  the  University  of  Michi- 
gan show  that  Elbert  Hubbard's  daughter.  Miriam,  is 
physically  the  most  nearly  perfect  girl  who  entered  the 
university  this  year.  She  is  tall  and  slender,  weighs 
131.5  pounds,  her  height  is  66.7  inches,  and  her  lungs 
and  heart  are  in  perfect  condition. 

The  infant  of  Mrs.  John  Jacob  Astor  and  the  late 
Colonel  Astor  who  was  drowned  last  April  in  the 
Titanic  disaster,  was  christened  a  few  days  ago  at  the 
Astor  home,  840  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  Like  his 
father,  grandfather,  and  great-grandfu  ;  John 

Jacob  Astor. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  14,  1912. 


THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 


The  Soul  of  a  Tenor. 
In  spite  of  grave  defects  of  style,  and  of 
extravagances  that  verge  upon  the  absurd,  Mr. 
Henderson  undoubtedly  has  a  story  to  tell, 
and  he  has  all  the  knowledge,  although  not 
the  skill,  to  tell  it  well.  His  hero  is  Leander 
Barrett,  or  Baroni  as  he  prefers  to  be  called, 
whose  extraordinary  voice  carries  him  to  the 
front  rank  of  opera  singers.  When  he  mar- 
ries the  beautiful  and  accomplished  Helen 
Montgomery  his  colossal  conceit  is  offended 
because  she  criticizes  him  for  thinking  only 
of  voice  effects  and  ignoring  the  duty  of  in- 
terpretation. A  rupture  results  and  Baroni 
attaches  himself  to  a  Hungarian  singer,  a  mix- 
ture of  devil,  magician,  and  fairy,  until  he 
learns  his  lesson  in  the  school  of  experience 
and   returns   penitently  to   the   faithful   Helen. 

The  story  is  insigni6cant,  but  the  pervading 
theory  is  by  no  means  insignificant.  The  au- 
thor may  be  said  almost  to  reach  the  point  of 
denying  that  singers  are  musicians  at  all. 
They  are  merely  persons  who  have  discovered 
that  certain  physical  and  vocal  perfections 
may  be  turned  to  profitable  use.  They  think 
only  of  voice  effects  and  of  technical  results 
and  no'thing  at  all  of  the  meaning  of  the  com- 
poser or  of  interpretation.  Thus  we  find  one 
of  the  characters  saying:  "Baroni  studies 
Gounod,  for  example,  just  as  far  as  Gounod 
fits  Baroni  and  helps  him  to  become  famous, 
and  not  one  bit  further.  He  studies  his 
roles  earnestly — in  order  to  make  as  big  a 
success  as  possible  for  Baroni.  That's  all  he 
thinks  about.  Don't  delude  yourself  into  the 
belief  that  he  or  any  of  the  rest  of  them  care 
anything  for  the  great  art  of  music.  Did  you 
ever  see  Baroni  sit  through  a  Brahms  sym- 
phony or  a  concert  of  the  Kneisel  Quartet?" 

Mr.  Henderson  has  something  to  say,  and 
it  is  something  that  is  worth  saying.  But  it 
is  a  pity  that  he  should  say  it  through  the 
medium  of  a  novel. 

The  Soul  of  a  Tenor.  Bv  W.  T.  Henderson. 
New  York:  Henry  Holt  &  Co.;   $1.35    net. 


Christian  Art. 

Dr.  H.  H.  Powers  in  tbe  preface  to  his 
'"Mornings  with  Masters  of  Art"  defines  his 
work  as  an  attempt  to  interpret  the  develop- 
ment of  Christian  art  from  the  time  of  Con- 
stantine  to  the  death  of  Michelangelo.  But 
by  Christian  art  he  means  the  art  that  was 
inspired  by  Christianity,  and  not  merely  the 
art  of  a  particular  epoch.  And  so  he  closes 
appropriately  with  Michelangelo,  since  "never 
did  art  die  so  utterly  with  the  death  of  one 
man."  Perhaps  the  author's  explanation  that 
Christian  art  was  complete  and  that  religious 
symbols  had  merged  into  realities  is  inade- 
quate. Indeed  he  suggests  something  more 
when  he  says  that  "Man  must  live  some  more 
and  get  interested  in  something  which  shall 
again  crave  utterance."  Christianity  indeed 
remained  after  Michelangelo,  but  it  had  lost 
its  mystery  and  its  power  of  inspiration. 
Thenceforward  art  could  imitate,  but  it  could 
not  originate. 

It  must  suffice  to  say  of  this  fine  book  that 
it  covers  the  ground  from  the  standpoints  of 
both  history  and  interpretation.  From  the 
fourth  century  to  the  sixteenth  art  and  re- 
ligion were  almost  synonymous  terms.  Then 
slowly  came  the  emancipation  of  art,  and  of 
all  human  thought,  from  church  influences 
which  had  kept  both  art  and  thought  in  a 
single  channel.  Other  ideals  were  supervened 
on  the  theological,  and  while  art  does  not  be- 
come actively  irreligious  it  does  become  indif- 
ferent and  occupied  with  other  things.  It  is 
the  art  that  is  distinctively  religious  with 
which  the  author  concerns  himself,  and  he 
presents  the  results  of  his  reflections  not 
alone  with  an  unusual  lucidity  but  with  an  ana- 
lytic comprehension  as  acceptable  to  the  lay- 
man as  to  the  artist.  In  other  words  he  ap- 
peals to  general  intelligence  as  forcefully  as 
to  artistic  perceptions,  a  virtue  rare  enough 
in  works  of  this  kind. 

MINGS  with  Masters  of  Art.  By  H.  H. 
Powers,  Ph.  D.  New  York:  The  Macmillan  Com- 
pany;   $2   net. 

Gateways  to  Literature. 
Under       this       title       Professor       Brander 
Matthews    gives    us    twelve    essays,    some    of 
them  delivered  as  addresses  upon  various  re- 
cent   occasions   and    others    now    presented    to 
the     public     for     the     first     time.      Professoi 
Matthews    not    only    helps    us    to    appreciate 
literature  and  to  select  it  wisely,  but  he  also 
gives    us   an   astonishing   amount   of    informa- 
tion.     For    example,    in    his    essay    on    "The 
Duty  of   Imitation"   he  shows  us  what  some 
of    the    great    world    writers    have    owed    to 
their    predecessors,    reminding    us    of    Steven- 
son's frank  imitativencss  and  of  his  moral — 
"that,   like   it  or  not,  is  the  way  to  learn  to 
write."     The   author   writes   with    equal    inter- 
"Poe*3  Cosmopolitan  Fame"   and  seems 
willing    to    account    for    Poe's    American    un- 
popularity   upon    the   ground    that    he    had    no 
f  humor  and  lacked  humanity,  that  his 
were   a   criticism   of  death   rather   than 
of   life,    and   that    he   <_n joyed    the   extraordi- 
nary  rather     Jian    the    ordinary.      The   Ameri- 
can    public,     says     the     author,     "is     healthy- 
and     enamored     of     the     realities     of 
i    we    may   still    believe   that   Poe 
:eu    more    fully   appreciated   but 
'ai lings  that  offended  the  ethical 


susceptibilities  of  his  day.  Other  striking  es- 
says are  "In  Behalf  of  the  General  Reader," 
"Familiar  Verse,"  and  "The  Economic  Inter- 
pretation  of  Literary  History." 

Probably  it  would  be  fruitless  to  remon- 
strate with  Professor  Matthews  on  his  spell- 
ing. Its  effect  upon  the  sensitive  reader  is 
irritating  in  the  extreme.  A  constant  encoun- 
ter with  such  words  as  "thru,"  "rime,"  and 
"analise"  begin  to  have  a  headachey  effect 
after  a  few  pages. 

Gateways  to  Literature.  By  Brander  Mat- 
thews. New  York:  Charles  Scribner's  Sons;  $1.25 
net. 

American  Women. 
Mr.  H.  Addington  Bruce  does  well  to  ex- 
plain that  his  aim  is  simply  to  indicate  the 
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CURRENT  VERSE. 


My  November  Guest. 
My    Sorrow,    when   she's  here  with   me, 

Thinks  these  dark  days  of  autumn  rain 
Are  beautiful  as  days  can  be: 
Sh e    loves    both    bare    and    withered    tree ; 

She    walks    the    sodden    pasture    lane. 

Her  pleasure  will  not  let  me  stay. 

She  talks  and  I  am  faint  to  list: 
She's  glad  the  birds  have  gone  away; 
She's  glad  her  simple  worsted  gray 

Is  silvered   now  with   clinging   mist. 

The   fallen,  bird-forsaken  breeze, 

The  faded  earth,  the  heavy  sky, 
The    beauties    she    so    truly    sees, 
She  thinks    I    have   no    eye    for  these, 
And    vexes   me    for    reason   why. 

Not  yesterday   I   learned   to   know 
The  love  of   bare    November   days 

Before  the  coming  of  the  snow; 

But   it  were   vain   to   tell  her  so, 
And  they  are  better  for  her  praise. 

— Robert  Frost,   in   the  Forum 


For  a  Fly-Leaf  of  Lanier's  Poems. 
Not  vainly   drawn,    O   stainless    chevalier, 

Hie  sword  of  song  at  Beauty's  high  behest, 
Guarding  her  sacred  shores  from  vandal   wrong — 

While  bitter  Death  smote  ever  at  thy  breast. 

Though   fallen  in  thy  flower,    O   my  prince, 
Of  all  Song's  knightly  court  the  knightliest! 

Love's    time-enduring    laurels    wreathe   thy    name — 
Brave-souled  Lanier!       White  Sidney  of  the  West. 

From    "A    Prairie   Prayer   and    Other   Poems/'    by 
Hilton   R.   Greer. 


Evening — Irish  Coast. 
Towards  the  uncertain,  mist-enshrouded  bar 

The  golden   day  at   length  grows   dim  and   dies; 

Sombre  and  still  the  little  hamlet  lies, 
And  muffled  all  the  quayside  voices  are. 
Leeward,    the   mountains    veil   themselves,    and    far 

Across   the  sea   a   lonely    curlew    cries; 

While  from  the  whispering  altar  of  the  skies 
There  shoots  the  first  faint  glimmer  of  a  star. 

And  yonder  in  the  solitary  bay, 

While  all   around   him  Nature  holds  her  breath, 
A  little  child   is  busy  at  his  play, 

And   heeds    not   what   the   awful    silence   saith. 
Careless,    he    still    pursues    his   merry   way, 

And  reckons  not  with  such  a  thing  as  death! 
— Gilbert  Thomas,  in  Pal!  Mall  Gazette. 


Tomorrow's  Guerdon. 
Whatever  stinging  brambles  have  beset 

The  day's  hot  lane,  to  wound  our  weary  feet, 
Here,  at  Night's  river,  let  our  souls  forget — 

The  Bridge  of  Sleep  is  still,  and  dim,  and  sweet; 

And   at  its  farther   end  the   clear-eyed  Morn 
Waits,   with  her  silver  rod,  to  point  the  way 

Where  Hope's    rose-hearted    blossoms,    newly  born, 
Replace  the  withered  flowers  of  today. 

— Harriet    Whitney    Symonds,    in   Ainslee's   Maga- 


Black  Wings. 
Sextons  of  the   Overland'      Buriers  of  the  dead, 
Where  graves   are   lone    and    shallow    and    winding 

sheets  are  red 
Wardens    of    the    wagon    track,    watchers    by    the 

creek, 
Loiterers  in  the   lignum   where  the  blacksoil  traps 

the  weak! 

Feasters  at  the  wayside,  guests  at  the  lagoon, 
Gloating  over  dead   sheep   rotting  in  the  noon! . 
Robbers  on  the  red  roads,  highwaymen  of  Drought, 
Settlers    of    the    issue    that    the    dawn    has    left    in 

doubt! 

Was  there  ever  team-horse  from  the  chains  let  go, 
Was  there  ever  lean  steer,  lightened  of  the  bow, 
But  your  hungry  vanguard   drifting    from  the  sky 
Croaked    beside    his    shoulder,    glad    to    watch    him 
die? 

Ever  tramped  our   cattle  knee-deep  in  the  grass, 
But  you  soared  above  them  praying  Death  to  pass? 
Ever  went  our  sheep-mobs  starvedly  and  slow, 
But  you  marked  their  weaklings  stumbling  to  and 

fro? 

Ever  trod  a  bushman,  tramp,  or  pioneer, 

O'er  the  plains  of  Famine,   through   the  scrubs  of 

Fear, 
But  darker  than  his  danger,  closer  than  his  dread, 
Shadows  on  his  pathway,  flapped  ye  overhead? 

Call  to  mind  the  stock  routes,  north  and  west  and 

east ! — 
Every  heap  of  white  bones  fashioned  you  a  feast! 
Call    to    mind   the  sandhills ! — every    wrinkled    hide 
Made  your  perch  at  banquet  the  day  a  dumb  beast 

died ! 

Surely,  at  God's  muster,  when  our  mobs  again 
Trample  through  the  star-grass  up  the  purple  plain. 
When  from  creek  and  sandhill  crowd  our  Western 

dead. 
He   shall   suffer  only  white  wings  overhead! 

— Will  H.    Ogilvie,    in    the  Spectator. 


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Fuel  and  Shop  Efficiency 

No  shop  is  one  hundred  per  cent  efficient. 
No  shop,  probably,  ever  will  attain  that 
perfect  score,  but  the  manner  in  which  the 
efficiency  figure  is  mounting  upward  in 
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shop  efficiency  is  of  far  more  importance 
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know  about,  even  if  it  stopped  to  give  any 
consideration  to  the  subject  at  all. 

Until  a  comparatively  recent  date  gold 
mining  in  this  country  depended  on  steam 
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fuel.  Teams  at  added  expense  were  then 
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ously stick  by  stick  into  the  fireboxes. 
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the  entire  work  was  costly,  and  rich  ore 
was  necessary  to  enable  the  plants  to  ope- 
rate. 

Though  these  conditions  exist  yet  in 
many  minor  instances,  they  are  fast  dis- 
appearing before  the  advance  of  electricity 
and  water  power. 

Wherever  gas  has  been  introduced  as 
fuel  it  has  proved  ideal,  and  in  the  cities 
and  towns  in  the  immense  territory  sup- 
plied with  "Pacific  Service"  it  has  been 
very  prominent  in  raising  the  standard  of 
efficiency.  Recently  the  United  Railroads 
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as  the  efficiency  of  the  entire  shop  is 
higher  on  account  of  tbe  gas  being  always 
ready,  so  that  a  hot  fire  and  an  even  heat 
can  be  always  depended  upon.    . 

Six  of  the  city  fire  engines  have  been 
equipped  with  special  gas  burners  for 
keeping  up  steam  in  the  engines  continu- 
ously. These  burners  have  been  on  trial 
for  over  two  months,  and  after  being  in 
actual  use  for  that  length  of  time  have 
proven  entirely  satisfactory.  It  is  only  a 
question  of  approval  by  the  city  authorities 
before  the  other  thirty-nine  engines  will 
be  heated  by  the  use  of  gas  burners  while 
in  the  fire  houses.  A  three-light  inter- 
mediate meter  for  use  for  each  burner  has 
been  installed,  and  careful  records  show 
the  average  gas  consumption  to  be  750 
cubic  feet  per  burner  per  day,  wrhich  is  a 
saving  of  about  fifty  per  cent  over  the 
cost  and  operation  of  coal  burners. 

It  is  also  interesting  to  observe  that 
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Naturally  all  these  facts  are  pleasing  to 
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the  results  are  an  inherent  part  of  the  act 
itself  and  indissolubly  bound  up  with  it,  even 
though  their  fruition  be  delayed. 

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whom  he  intends  to  marry,  is  met  by  a  non- 
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lay. On  the  train  he  meets  Sophy  Viner, 
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panion in  the  house  of  an  acquaintance  in 
London.  Sophy  is  in  every  way  charming. 
She  has  led  a  friendless  and  menial  existence. 
She  is  in  a  foreign  country  and  she  needs 
escort  and  help.  Darrow,  on  his  part,  is 
smarting  from  a  sense  of  grievance  at  the 
cavalier  treatment  accorded  him  by  Anna. 
Since  Sophy  is  compelled  to  remain  over  night 
in  Paris  and  is  obviously  enchanted  by  the 
nearest  approach  to  an  adventure  that  she  has 
ever  known,  Darrow  feels  that  it  would  be 
almost  a  charity  to  prolong  the  incident  for 
a  few  days  and  to  give  the  girl  a  taste  of  life 
and  liberty.  His  intentions  are  wholly  good, 
but  we  all  know  the  customary  ending  of  good 
intentions,  so  when  Darrow  finally  dispatches 
Sophy  to  her  friends  she  has  learned  one  of 
the  greatest  of  all  life's  lessons. 

Then  Nemesis  begins  to  show  itself.  When 
Darrow  finally  joins  Anna  Leath  and  has  re- 
ceived her  explanations  for  the  postponing 
telegram  he  finds  Sophy  installed  there  as 
governess  to  Mrs.  Leath's  little  daughter. 
The  juxtaposition  of  his  fiancee  and  of  his 
former  mistress  is  sufficiently  embarrassing, 
but  the  situation  becomes  still  more  strained 
when  Sophy  becomes  engaged  to  Mrs.  Leath's 


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stepson.  The  girl  is  naturally  fearful  that 
Darrow  will  in  some  way  disclose  her  un- 
suitability  for  her  fiduciary  position  and  her 
still  greater  unsuitability  as  a  member  of  the 
family,  and  her  every  effort  at  concealment 
and  Darrow's  efforts  to  reassure  her  do 
actually  have  the  effect  of  disclosing  the  fatal 
secret,  and  with  all  the  tragical  results  that 
might  be  anticipated. 

Mrs.  Wharton's  powers  of  character  depic- 
tion were  never  shown  to  greater  advantage. 
Sophy  is  a  heroine  to  be  remembered,  with 
her  love  for  Darrow  so  strong  and  so  un- 
selfish that  she  is  ready  to  renounce  her  whole 
future  to  avoid  the  rupture  between  him  and 
Anna  that  her  own  presence  must  necessarily 
entail.  Anna's  character  is  none  the  less  deli- 
cately drawn,  although  perhaps  no  man  will 
ever  fathom  the  subtleties  of  a  good  woman's 
jealousies  or  the  standard  by  which  some  of- 
fenses seem  to  be  unpardonable  even  by  love. 
Anna  might  have  saved  herself  the  untold 
agonies  of  conjecture  by  facing  and  then  for- 
getting the  obvious  probabilities  of  Darrow's 
connection  with  Sophy,  which  he  himself  could 
not  honorably '  divulge  and  which  she  would 
not  divulge  for  fear  that  certainty  would 
have  a  worse  result  than  conjecture.  Un- 
doubtedly there  are  such  women  as  Anna, 
whose  moral  sensibilities  in  sex  matters  are 
as  tightly  strained  and  as  responsive  as  piano 
wires.  Whether  there  will  be  such  women  in 
the  next  generation  is  another  matter. 

Mrs.  Wharton's  central  idea  is  an  irre- 
proachable one  both  in  its  ethics  and  in  its 
presentation.  Thousands  of  men  have  done  as 
Darrow  did  and  apparently  their  sins  have 
never  found  them  out.  And  yet  perhaps  they 
have  found  them  out  and  in  unperceived  ways. 
It  may  be  that  appropriate  results  are  always 
woven  inextricably  with  the  act.  As  to  this  it 
is  not  our  present  province  to  judge,  but  it 
may  be  noted  with  appreciation  that  while 
"The  Reef"  may  be  described  as  a  problem 
novel  it  does  not  belong  to  the  category  of 
those  that  clamor  for  a  social  rearrangement 
or  for  the  punitive  interpositions  of  laws  and 
customs.  It  does  more  than  that.  It  points 
to  a  natural  law  in  the  ethical  world.  It 
shows  us  the  Furies  ever  busy  with  fate  and 
fortune.  It  presents  a  law  of  retribution  that 
is  not  of  human  inflection  and  that  can  in  no 
way  be  evaded. 

The  Reef.  Bv  Edith  Wharton.  New  York: 
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The  Time  Lock. 

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sational story  that  is  not  without  its  good  fea- 
tures. There  is  a  mysterious  house  in  New 
York,  a  murder  in  the  street,  and  the  inter- 


vention of  two  young  club  men,  who  find 
themselves  involved  in  a  baffling  plot  but  with 
the  compensating  knowledge  that  two  beau- 
tiful young  women  are  also  involved.  There 
are  some  abductions,  a  new  explosive,  a  time 
machine,  and  such  like  accessories,  well  quali- 
fied to  keep  us  out  of  bed  or  to  while  away 
the  tedium  of  a  journey. 

The   Time   Lock.      By   Charles    Edmonds    Walk. 
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The  "White  Blackbird. 

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ways a  tempting  opening,  and  when  we  find 
that  there  is  a  pretty  and  friendless  girl  on 
board  and  a  crowd  of  fierce  slave-hunting 
Arabs  on  shore  we  feel  that  we  have  not  lived 
in  vain  and  that  there  is  a  treat  in  store  for 
us.  In  this  case  fiction  is  stranger  than  truth, 
for  when  the  author  begins  to  unravel  his 
plot  we  fear  that  he  does  not  always  keep  to 
the  lines  of  a  strict  veracity.  None  the  less 
he  tells  a  capital  story  of  adventure  and 
intrigue. 

The  White  Blackbird.  By  Hudson  Douglas. 
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She  Stoops  to  Conquer. 

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He  has  caught  the  spirit  of  the  play  and  of 
the  day  and  his  pictures  find  worthy  setting 
amidst  typographical  work  that  is  just  as  ex- 
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route  followed  by  Samuel  Pickwick  and  his 
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Irving  G.  Noyes  of  New  England,  whose 
work.  "The  Distribution  of  Cacti  in  the 
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occupation,  living  at  Somerville,  Massachu- 
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study  of  botany  from  childhood,  and  is  putting 
his  lifelong  accumulation  into  his  forthcom- 
ing book,  "The  Flora  of  Ellsworth,  Maine," 
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And    Pipl    kauld   im   robin   Heud. 

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December  14,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


399 


"A   MODERN  EVE." 


"A  Modern  Eve"  belongs  to  the  class  of 
musical  comedies  that  makes  a  steady  appeal 
to  the  constant  demand  for  stage  activities. 
In  it  the  chorus  girl — young,  pretty,  well- 
shaped,  and  gayly  Terpsichorean — is  very  sel- 
dom off  the  stage.  When  she  is,  the  staye 
manager,  to  console  us  for  her  temporary  ab- 
sence, disposes  platoons  of  her  off-stage,  but 
just  in  sight,  where  we  see  her  twinkling  tin- 
selly  in  the  half-light,  and  waiting  eagerly  for 
the  blissful  moment  of  reappearance. 

The  "Modern  Eve"  chorus  girl  is  gayly 
costumed,  with  all  the  colors  of  the  rainbow 
vying  with  the  blue  of  her  eyes  and  the 
blonde  of  her  peroxided  locks.  But  evidences 
of  the  play's  long  popularity  on  the  road  is 
shown  by  the  numerous  soiled  places  on  the 
costumes,  made  prominent  by  the  admirably 
shaped  protuberances  of  her  charming  person. 
A  tank  of  gasoline  would  make  everything 
as  good  as  new,  for  the  things  are  not  really 
shabby. 

The  two  principal  principals  have,  how- 
ever, treated  themselves  to  new  clothes,  and 
they  really  deserve  it,  for  they  are  an  at- 
tractive pair.  Particularly  do  we  cast  the 
handkerchief  to  Adele  Rowland,  who,  I  sup- 
pose, really  plays  second  fiddle  in  actual  rank 
to  Marion  Roddy,  a  pretty  girl  with  beautiful 
black  truly  hair  that  parts  in  the  middle,  and 
who  has  a  voice ;  not  a  very  big  affair,  but 
sufficient  to  entitle  her  to  carry  the  honors. 

But  Adele  Rowland  has  her  little  specialty 
of  charm.  We  are  keen  to  hear  everything 
she  says,  for  she  lends  it  a  special  flavor  by 
her  way  of  saying  it.  She  has  a  penetrating 
speaking  voice,  and  a  kind  of  agreeably  in- 
cisive manner.  She  has — well,  she  has  mag- 
netism. Let  it  go  at  that.  And  in  her  nice, 
new,  pretty,  clean,  cream-colored  silk  and 
chiffon  Miss  Rowland  revealed  herself  as  a 
graceful  little  dancer,  and  almost  while  she 
danced  she  poured  forth  the  bird-like  ripplings 
of  a  very  pretty  little  voice.  In  fact,  if  this 
attractive  little  personage  had  had  more  to 
do  she  would  have  made  an  unqualified  hit. 
As  it  was,  it  fell  to  the  performance  in  its 
entirety  to  do  that,  with  the  comedian  coming 
in  as  a  good  second. 

Alexander  Clark  and  "A  Modern  Eve"  were 
made  for  each  other.  The  part  of  the  hen- 
pecked Casimir  Cascadier  requires  to  be 
played  on  broad  lines,  and  to  his  task  Mr. 
Clark  applies  himself  with  the  enthusiasm  of 
a  professional  burlesquer.  His  spirits  are  as 
fresh  and  unfettered  as  if  he  had  first  made 
Casimir's  acquaintance  but  yesterday,  and 
with  his  long,  lean  legs  and  arms  he  shows 
an  eel-like  facility  in  slipping  from  one  highly 
improbable    pose   to    another. 

There  are  several  other  principals,  one  of 
them,  Miss  Henrietta  Tedro.  being  also  an 
attractive  woman,  and  carrying  off  with 
brisk  competence  the  role  of  the  "modern 
Eve" — I  suppose  she  is  the  one — who  has  as- 
sumed the  position  of  general  commander  and 
snipper-in-chief  over  Casimir  Cascadier. 

The  character  list  is  plentifully  sprinkled 
with  French  names,  and  the  piece  is  called 
"a  Berlin  operetta"  ;  but,  in  spite  of  the  thor- 
oughly Parisian  touch  given  by  the  character 
of  the  gayly  irresponsible  Baroness  de  la 
Roche  Taille — who,  in  the  person  of  Arline 
Boiling,  is  completely  equipped  with  the  ap- 
propriate assortment  of  costume-moulding 
curves — it  seems  quite  American  in  incep- 
tion. The  Continentals  are  not  given  to  de- 
picting woman  as  a  militant  man-eraser.  The 
sex  appeals  to  them  more  in  its  attractive 
aspects  as  material  for  musical  comedy.  And 
the  "modern  Eve"  who  usurps  the  place  of 
the  male  head  of  the  house,  who  successfully 
crushes  an  irrepressible  spouse  and  a  re- 
bellious son-in-law,  who  pours  cold  water  on 
sll  manifestations  of  romance  in  her  pretty 
daughters,  who  smokes,  and  hectors,  and 
bosses,  and  runs  the  finances  of  the  estab- 
lishment, and  keeps  her  meek  husband  in  do- 
mestic durance  while  she  earns  the  where- 
withal, is  more  in  accord  with  American  ideas 
of  humor. 

However,  the  idea  of  the  militant  woman 
is  spreading.  The  artless  English  suffragette, 
with  her  curiously  primitive  methods  of  per- 
suasion, is  familiarizing  Europeans  with  the 
idea  of  the  aggressive  woman,  who  first  saw 
the  light  in  many-sided  America.  This  idea 
about  constitutes  the  story*  The  elastic  Casi- 
mir, of  course,  consoles  himself  for  his  do- 
mestic subjection  by  excursions  into  the  night- 
life of  Paris.  The  pretty  daughters,  egged 
on  by  their  man-hating  parent,  wrangle  with 
and  snub  their  respective  admirers.  One  of 
them,  having  figured  in  the  first  act  as  bride 


in   a   wedding   cortege,    figures    in    the   second 
as  plaintiff  in  a  divorce  case. 

A  diversely  costumed  chorus,  equipped  with 
light,  portable  seats,  had  previously  made  up, 
in  the  winkling  of  an  eye,  the  aisles  of  the 
church,  and  the  wedding  guests  assembled 
similarly  improvised  a  law-court  and  an  au- 
dience. The  judge's  bench  and  the  prisoner's 
dock  skated  in  from  the  side  regions,  and 
the  scene  went  off  with  that  curious,  naive 
mingling  of  burlesque  and  sentiment  which  is 
the  special   ear-mark   of  musical   comedy. 

There  are  other  characters  essential  to  the 
movement  of  the  plot,  including  a  blonde 
youth  and  a  brunette  young  man  with  a  cheer- 
ful, white-toothed  smile.  There  is  a  stray 
count,  the  purpose  of  whose  being  in  the  play 
I  couldn't  tell  if  I  were  fined  $50  for  it,  and 
there  is  a  pair  of  whirlwind  dancers  that 
oscillate  with  tremendous  rapidity  in  the 
mazes  of  an  Apache  dance.  There  are  chorus 
men  who  vary  in  costume,  from  the  melan- 
choly garb  of  polite  society  to  satin  court- 
suits  of  pink  and  blue.  And  there  are  quan- 
tities of  girls.  The  girls  are  a  hit ;  very 
much  so. 

Chorus  girls'  skirts  have  been  getting 
longer,  until  now  they  have  reached  the  pre- 
scribed street  length.  This  does  not  alto- 
gether suit  the  tastes  of  chorus  girl  devotees. 
They  like  their  idols  to  be  chic,  and  thor- 
oughly up  to  date  in  style,  but  their  deep- 
seated  feeling  really  is,  Why  is  a  chorus  girl 
selected  for  her  shape  if  not  to  show  it? 

And  she  does,  in  "A  Modern  Eve,"  gener- 
ously ;  all-revealingly ;  and  very*  good  shapes 
they  are.  There  are  eight  Cupids,  for  in- 
stance; but  let  me  not  take  off  the  edge  for 
gold-edged  Johnnie,  and  silver-gilt  Willie. 
Go,  Johnnie  ,  go,  Willie.  And  invite  your  soul 
to  its  favorite  pursuit.  Hear  the  somewhat 
jangled  music  of  the  choral  laughter;  see  the 
merry  band  form  and  re-form  itself  into  ever- 
new  complications.  Observe  and  envy  every 
Jack  inviting  his  assigned  Jill  to  sit  upon 
his  knee,  or  waltz  alluringly  around  his  im- 
passive form,  or  be  at  the  other  end  of  an 
improvised  telephone  wire,  over  which  sweet 
converse  is  held,  or  figure  as  the  charming 
steed  harnessed  in  silken  ribbon,  or  take  a 
ride  on  the  chorus-manly  back. 

For  much  of  this  sort  of  thing  contributes 
to  the  popularity  of  "A  Modern  Eve" — end- 
less ingenuity  in  weaving  new  stage  embroid- 
eries composed  of  flying  shapes,  and  set  off 
with  the  cheerfully  facile  jingles  of  the  lighter 
brand  of  musical  comedy. 

Josephine  Hart  Phelps. 


FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


"The  Rose  Maid"  for  the  Columbia  Theatre. 

As  full  of  good  things  as  a  Christmas  stock- 
ing is  "The  Rose  Maid,"  Werba  and 
Luescher's  most  recent  big  musical  success 
which  took  New  York  by  storm  last  winter 
and  continued  without  loss  of  patronage 
through  the  heat  of  summer'  and  into  its  second 
season.  This  charming  operetta  will  begin 
its  San  Francisco  engagement  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  on  next  Monday  night,  and  Werba  and 
Luescher  announce  the  singers,  comedians, 
great  chorus,  and  "Rose  Maid"  orchestra  that 
were  heard  during  the  New  York  engage- 
ment. 

"The  Rose  Maid"  is  of  the  new  style  that 
may  revolutionize  comic  opera.  The  stage 
settings  for  the  two  great  acts  required  to 
unfold  its  plot  have  inspired  unusual  descrip- 
tive stories.  The  first  takes  place  in  the  salon 
of  the  Duke  of  Barchester's  palace  and  dis- 
closes an  extravagant  revel  of  society  bo- 
hemians.  The  stage  is  filled  with  women 
gowned  in  the  latest  Parisian  creations  and 
army  officers  in  brilliant  uniforms. 

Act  two  pictures  the  lawn  in  front  of  an 
immense  seashore  hotel  at  Ostend.  The  main 
entrance  of  the  hotel  has  been  faithfully  re- 
produced with  its  staircases,  foyer,  and  recep- 
tion halls.  There  are  broad  verandas  and  an 
open-air  restaurant  where  the  fashionable 
world  is  dining. 

The  action  of  the  play  borders  upon  the 
spectacular.  "The  Rose  Maid"  was  the  first 
of  Viennese  operettas  to  introduce  the  "stair- 
case waltz,"  in  which  three  of  the  players 
waltz  up  a  long  flight  of  stairs  clinging  to- 
gether ;  the  interesting  group  of  "Kute  Kid- 
dies" which  New  York  theatre-goers  made 
famous  on  the  day  after  their  first  appear- 
ance, the  brilliant  "cavalry  tournament,"  rich 
in  life  and  color,  and  several  other  features 
are  new  to  comic  opera. 

The  cast  will  include  Perle  Barti,  the  beau- 
tiful Italian  singer,  Juliette  Lange,  Jeannette 
Bageard,  Ida  Van  Tine,  Henry  Coote,  Edward 
Gallagher,  well  known  in  San  Francisco  ;  Leo 
Stark,  H.  Tyler  Brooke,  Wilmer  Bentley,  and 
many  others.  

Second  Week  of  "A  Modern  Eve"*  at  the  Cort. 

It  will  be  a  long  time  before  the  delightful 
impression  made  by  the  Berlin  musical  com- 
edy, "A  Modern  Eve,"  is  forgotten  in  this 
city.  The  Cort  Theatre  has  never  housed  a 
more  tuneful,  entertaining,  and  beautifully 
staged  musical  offering,  and  the  second  week 
of  its  engagement  will  undoubtedly  prove  to 
be  one  of  the  biggest  weeks  in  point  of  at- 
tendance in  the  history  of  that  playhouse. 
The  alluring  melodies  of  Victor  Hollaender 
and  Jean  Gilbert  are  having  an  unprece- 
dented vogue  in  the  cafes  and  wherever  music 
is    to   be   heard,   and   "Good-by,    Everybody," 


the  popular  waltz  melody,  is  being  hummed 
sung,  and  whistled  everywhere.  A  review  in 
another  column  notes  the  effective  work  of  the 
principals  in  the  cast.  The  large  chorus  of 
pretty  girls  and  vigorous  voiced  youths  is  a 
great  big  feature,  worthy  of  special  atten- 
tion. There  will  be  matinees  on  Wednesday 
and  Saturday  during  next  week,  the  last. 

Walker  Whiteside  in  "The  Typhoon"  comes 
to  the  Cort  Theatre  Sunday,  December  22. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

Ada  Reeve,  the  famous  London  singing  co- 
medienne, will  begin  an  engagement  at  the 
Orpheum  Sunday  afternoon.  The  success  she 
scored  here  a  year  ago  is  fresh  in  the  public 
memory,  and  her  return  is  in  compliance  with 
a  generally  expressed  wish.  Miss  Reeve  will 
be  heard  in  an  entirely  new  repertory  of 
songs,  all  of  the  same  clever  and  distinct  type 
of  those  used  on  her  previous  visit,  and  she 
also  brings  with  her  a  beautiful  assortment 
of  the  most  modish  costumes. 

Paul  Dickey,  who  will  make  his  first  ap- 
pearance here,  has  achieved  renown  both  in 
vaudeville  and  on  the  legitimate  stage.  He 
was  leading  man  for  Henrietta  Crosman  in 
"Sham."  and  for  Helen  Ware  in  "The  De- 
serter." His  offering  will  consist  of  a  one- 
act  play  called  "The  Come  Back,"  a  romance 
of  the  campus.  The  theme  is  a  college  prank 
in  which  the  biters  are  not  only  bitten  but 
almost  eaten  alive.  His  support  includes  Cor- 
bett  Morris,  Stewart  Robbins,  Clay  Boyd,  Sam 
Kelly,   Bud  Ellis,  and  Inez  Plummer. 

Caesar  Rivoli,  the  man  who  changes  his 
clothes  quicker  than  a  woman  changes  her 
mind,  will  be  an  interesting  and  puzzling  fea- 
ture of  the  new  bill.  No  exponent  of  the 
protean  art  makes  quicker  changes  from  one 
character  to  another  than  Rivoli.  In  his  play- 
let, "A  Scandal  in  a  Restaurant,"  he  acts 
seven  different  roles,  each  requiring  complete 
changes  of  make-up  and  costuming.  Follow- 
ing the  protean  sketch  Rivoli  takes  his  place 
in  the  orchestral  pit  and  impersonates  Crea- 
tore,  Verdi,  Rossini,  Suppe,  Liszt,  Mascagni, 
Sirauss,  Gounod,  Wagner,  and  Sousa. 

Direct  from  the  London  Hippodrome,  where 
they  have  been  delighting  the  most  critical 
of  British  audiences,  come  Oscar  and  Suzette. 
These  two  English  favorites  are  considered 
the  foremost  ballroom  dancers  of  the  day. 
They  are  the  originators  of  many  forms  of 
dancing,  among  them  being  the  back  to  back 
waltz. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Jere  Grady 
and  Frankie  Carpenter;  Mignonette  Kokin ; 
Galetti's  Monkeys,  and  Little  Billy. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

The  management  of  the  Pantages  Theatre 
announces  the  important  engagement,  for  the 
week  starting  Sunday,  December  15,  of  the 
Arctic  explorer  and  scientist,  Dr.  Frederick 
A.  Cook,  about  whom  so  much  has  been  writ- 
ten as  to  the  attainment  of  the  North  Pole. 
Dr.  Cook  will  deliver  an  illustrated  lecture, 
depicting  with  photographs  thrown  on  a 
screen  the  thrilling  narrative  of  the  perils  of 
the  North.  Aside  from  the  argument  as  to 
whether  Dr.  Cook  did  or  did  not  discover  the 
North  Pole,  it  is  a  fact  that  he  was  surgeon 
for  seven  Arctic  and  Antarctic  expeditions, 
and  therefore  his  lecture  will  be  keenly  in- 
teresting. 

With  the  Five  Musical  Greens  and  the  Four 
Cook  Sisters,  America's  queens  of  song,  as 
the  other  big  headliners  on  the  same  bill,  the 
Pantages  will  offer  a  bill  of  vaudeville  that 
has  seldom  been  equaled  and  never  excelled 
in  the  local  theatrical  field.  Other  acts  and 
features  will  be  Agnes  Mahr  and  B.  Mykoff, 
international  dancers,  in  Hungarian,  Russian, 
English,  French,  classic,  and  ballet  dances. 
The  three  Elliott  Brothers,  remarkable  acro- 
bats ;  Frank  Rodgers,  the  famous  colored  ven- 
triloquist who  creates  fun  as  well  as  interest 
with  his  marvelous  gift;  Shaw  and  Wilson  in 
a  comedy  patter  offering  called,  "Back  to 
Missouri";  the  Cook  Sisters  as  "lady  chefs," 
serving  courses  of  harmony.  Timely  motion 
pictures  will  close  the  programme. 


When  David  Warfield  appears  here  in  "The 
Return  of  Peter  Grim"  he  will  have  with 
him  the  original  New  York  cast  and  produc- 
tion unchanged.         

George  M.  Cohan's  very  latest  triumph,  a 
comedy  without  music  or  dancing,  called 
"Broadway  Jones,"  will  be  seen  in  this  city 
in  the  near  future.  The  piece  is  a  reigning 
New  York  success. 


The  final  performance  of  the  charming  mu- 
sical work,  "The  Quaker  Girl,"  will  be  given 
at  the  Columbia  Theatre  on  Sunday  night. 


The  Musical  Instrument  Makers'  Union — 
Chicago  branch — insists  that  union  violinists 
stop  playing  Stradivarius  fiddles,  because  of 
the  absence  of  the  union  label.  It's  time  for 
the  union  painters  to  look  over  the  Metro- 
politan   Art     Museum. — New     York     Morning 

Telegraph. 

*••» 

Mr.  Henry  Hadlcy  will  have  his  rhapsody, 
"The  Culprit  Fay,"  performed  in  Berlin  for 
the  first  time  on  December  17  by  the  Philhar- 
monic Orchestra  under  Theodore  Spiering. 


The  Equal  of  any  Brand 

is   the  Italian-Swiss  Colony's  Golden    State, 
Extra  Dry,  California  Champagne. 


AMUSEMENTS. 


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Week  Beginning  this  Sunday  Afternoon 

Matinee  Every   Day 

THE  HIGHEST  STANDARD  of  VAUDEVILLE 

Request  Return  Tour  of 

ADA  REEVE 

London's  Own  Comedienne 
PAIL  DICKEY  &  CO.  in  "The  Come  Bock"; 
CAJESAK  RIVOLI.  the- Man  of  100 Boles:  OSCAR 
&  SCZETTE.  Creators  of  the  Back  to  Back  Waltz : 
JERE  GRADY  &  FRANTCIE  CARPENTER: 
MIGNONETTE  KOKIN:  GALETTI'S  MONKEY*: 
NEW  DAYLIGHT  MOTION  PICTURES.  Last 
Week— Immense  Hit.  LITTLE  BILLY,  Vaude- 
ville's Tiniest  Headliner. 

Coming  Sunday  Matinee.  December  'SI 

ORPHEUM  ROAD  SHOW 

Evening  prices.  10c.  2.tc.  50c,  75c.    Box  seats  $1. 

Matinee  prices  'except  Sundays  and  holidays). 

10c,  25c.  50c.      Phones— Douglas  70.  Home  C 1570. 


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OLUMBIA  THEATRE  teaHSSs1 

"^■^  Phones:  Franklin  150  Home  C5783 

The  Leading  Playhouse 

Beginning  MONDAY  NIGHT.  December  1* 
MATINEES  WEDNESDAYS  AND   SATURDAYS. 

Werba    and    Luescher   present  the   Operetta   of 
Fun  and  Fashion 

THE  ROSE  MAID 

Great  Metropolitan  Cast  and  Production. 

A  Rosebud  Garden  of  Girls. 

Evenings  and  Saturday  Matinees  25c  to  $2. 

Wednesday  Matinee  25c  to  $1.50. 


CQRTV 


Leading  Theatre 

ELLIS    AND    MARKET 
Phone  Sutter  2460 


2nd  and  Last  Big  Week  Starts  Tomorrow 

Night  and  Sat.  Mat.  Prices— 50c  to  $1.50 

Entire  Lower  Floor  at  Wed.  Mat-.  $1.00 

Martin  Beck  and  Mort  H.  Singer  present  the 

Latest  Berlin  Musical  Comedy 

A  MODERN  EVE 

A  Hit  From  the  Gardeu  of  Eden 
Sunday,   December   22 — Walker   Whiteside   in 
"The  Typhoon." 


PANTAGES  THEATRE 
MARKET  STREET,  opposite  Mason 

Engagement  Extraordinary  at  One  of  the  Great- 
est Salaries  Ever  Paid  in  Vaudeville. 
The  Intrepid  Artie  Explorer 

DR.  FREDERICK  A.  COOK 

Presenting    in    Hlustrated    Lecture    Form    His 
Thrilling  Narrative  of  the  Perilous  North, 
"THE  ATTAINMENT  OF  THE  POLE" 

7— BIG  VAUDEVILLE  ACTS-7 

Mat.  daily  at  2 :30.  Nights  at  7 :15  and  9 :15.  Sun- 
day and  Holiday  mats,  at  1 :30  and  3 :30.  Nights, 
continuous  from  6 :30.    Prices :  10c.  20c  and  30c. 


Maud  Powell 

VIOLINIST 

Scottish  Rite  Hall 

This   Saturday  aft,  Dec.    14 

at  2:30 

and  Sunday  aft,  Dec.  15 

at  2:30 

Tickets  $1.00.  $1.50.  $2.00.  at  Sherman.  Clay  A 
Co.'s  and  Kohler  &  Chase's. 

Coming— GODOWSKY,  Master-Pianist. 


LERNER 

I  PIANIST  > 

SCOTTISH  RITE  HALL 

Van  Ness  Ave.  and  Battel  Bt. 

Tuesday,  December  17,  1912 

At  8:30  Sharp 

Programme  includes  Mozart,  Weber,  Schu- 
mann, Chopin.  Stranss-Tansb;.  Liszt. 

Prices  50c.  7.5c.  $1.00,  $1.50,  $2.00.  Seats  at  Sher- 
man, Clay  <&  Co.'s. 


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ORCHESTRA 

Henry Hadley-Conductor 
SIXTH  SYMPHONY  CONCERT 

Cort  Theatre 

FRIDAY  AFTERNOON 

December  20,  1912 

Soloist : 

GOTTFRIED  GALSTON,  Pianist 

Hadley.. Symphony  No.  4.  "North.  East.  South 
and  W  -i 

INew— first  time  in  San  Frani   - 

Liszt Concerto  in  E  Flat 

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THE     ARGONAUT 


December  14,  1912. 


VANITY  FAIR. 

Until  the  present  moment  we  have  always 
looked  with  foreboding  upon  a  dinner  invi- 
tation. Under  its  smooth  and  plausible  ex- 
terior we  feel  that  a  thousand  perplexities  are 
hidden  and  that  only  by  grace  can  we  expect 
to  escape  humiliation.  There  was  a  time 
when  a  clean  face,  a  boiled  shirt,  and  a  pure 
heart  would  carry  the  guest  anywhere,  but 
those  dear,  dead  days  are  gone  beyond  recall. 
Something  more  is  needed  nowadays.  Un- 
erring choice  must  be  made  from  six  knives, 
eight  forks,  and  eleven  spoons,  all  differently 
shaped.  There  is  a  special  glass  for  the 
champagne,  another  for  the  port,  and  another 
for  the  sarsaparilla.  The  6nger-bowl  lurks 
in  ambush  to  place  the  giddy  coping-stone 
upon  the  edifice  of  our  humiliation,  and  from 
the  body  of  this  death  there  is  no  one  to  de- 
liver us,  which  is  a  scriptural  quotation  un- 
verifiable  at  the  moment  because  some  be- 
gotten child  of  Belial  has  taken  our  copy  of 
the   Holy   Scriptures. 

It  will  be  noted  that  this  encyclical  opened 
in  the  past  tense.  Our  perplexities  have  van- 
ished. We  can  face  the  dinner  invitation 
without  perturbation.  We  can  seat  ourselves 
at  the  board  humorously  described  as  festive 
without  a  sickly  nostalgic  feeling  for  the 
little  hash  house  round  the  corner  where  the 
hot  plate  must  be  pried  protestingly  from  the 
oil-cloth-covered  table  and  where  the  waiter 
firmly  returns  your  knife  and  fork  for  con- 
tinuous use  at  all  subsequent  courses.  For 
we  have  found  a  book  on  etiquette  that  is  a 
guide,  philosopher,  and  friend  to  the  diner 
cut.  Xo,  we  will  not  tell  the  name  of  that 
book,  nor  the  name  of  its  author  or  its  pub- 
lisher. So  far  as  we  can  make  it  so  that 
book  shall  be  a  close  corporation,  a  combina- 
tion in  restraint  of  trade,  an  unblushing  in- 
fringement of  the  Sherman  Act.  You  may 
search  for  it  at  the  bookshops,  but  the  chances 
are  ten  to  one  that  you  will  find  other  books 
on  etiquette  but  not  this  one.  You  will  be 
instructed  how  to  behave  at  a  christening,  as 
though  any  man.  not  a  paranoiac,  would  think 
of  going  to  a  christening.  You  will  be  sol- 
emnly told  the  correct  way  to  congratulate 
a  young  mother  on  the  birth  of  triplets,  and 
an  old  mother  on  having  worked  off  her  last 
daughter  on  some  poor  fellow  who  couldn't 
run  very  fast.  But  you  will  find  nothing  that 
you  realty  need.  For  this  little  volume  is 
unobtrusive,  like  all  true  worth.  It  is  of 
humble  exterior,  unassuming  and  unpreten- 
tious.    But  it  was  written  by  an  archangel. 

For  just  imagine.  It  contains  diagrams 
showing  the  arrangement  of  knives,  forks, 
spoons,  and  glasses.  It  labels  each  utensil 
with  the  name  of  its  heaven-designed  purpose. 
It  warns  you  of  the  exact  moment  for  the 
various  products  of  the  grape.  Just  commit 
the  page  to  memory  so  that  you  can  visualize 
its  diagrams  and  its  schedules  and  you  can 
seat  yourself  without  perturbation  and  sail 
right  in  without  any  of  those  hypocritical  de- 
lays and  furtive  glances  customary  among 
those  who  must  perforce  wait  to  see  what 
others  are  doing. 


But  this  marvelous  book  is  as  strong  in 
warning  as  in  admonition.  It  is  not  afraid  to 
say  that  there  are  some  things  that  o'Ou  had 
better  not  attempt  at  all.  Oranges,  for  ex- 
ample. Now  the  orange  has  its  uses.  For 
example,  it  is  decorative.  It  is  a  delight  to 
the  eye.  But  don't  try  to  eat  an  orange  ex- 
cept in  the  security  of  your  own  chamber  or 
over  the  kitchen  sink.  That  way  lies  hu- 
miliation, contumely,  disgrace.  There  is  no 
way  to  eat  an  orange  without  making  a  beast 
of  yourself,  or  at  least  the  danger  of  it. 
Don't  become  foolhardy  because  you  have  re- 
frained from  drinking  out  of  the  finger-bowl, 
or  eating  your  fish  with  a  steel  knife.  Eter- 
nal vigilance  must  be  the  order  of  the  even- 
ing until  you  have  finally  swapped  lies  with 
your  hostess  about  the  pleasant  occasion.  So 
don't  try  to  eat  an  orange,  because  it  can't 
be  done  with  self-respect.  You  may  think 
that  you  are  getting  along  like  a  house  a-fire 
and  then  suddenly  you  will  have  cause  to 
wish  that  you  had  never  been  born.  There 
is  no  use  trying  explanations  on  the  young 
female  next  door  after  a  needle-like  stream 
of  orange  juice  has  fetched  her  in  the  cor- 
ner of  her  starboard  eye.  Words  are  useless, 
apologies  vain.  You  will  have  to  fold  your 
tents  like  the  Arabs  and  silently  steal  away. 
All  your  etiquette  lore  will  be  wasted  by  this 
one  false  step. 

So  don't  eat  oranges.  And  don't  explain 
why.  Don't  lie.  Don't  say  they  give  you  a 
pain  under  your  pinafore.  Make  no  refer- 
ences to  intestinal  complications.  Just  say 
no. 

And  don't  eat  grapes  either.  Nor  cherries. 
Don*!  cat  nnything  that  results  in  moistened 
debris.  Don't  indulge  in  any  kind  of  food 
plies  the  garbage  of  rejection.  There 
are  people  who  can  do  this  sort  of  thin-  with 
impunity,  even  with  distinction.  But  you 
can't.  It  takes  training,  meditation,  and 
prayer.  When  these  dainties  are  proffered 
by  your  1  .Mess  just  say  no,  without  heat  or 
profanity. 

glanqe    we    were    inclined    to    say 
story  from  Chicago  was  an  incredible 

.:    the    impulse    to    deny    was    merely 
'io.ial.     As  a  matter  of   fact  it  is  not 


incredible  at  all-  Not  only  is  it  credible,  but 
it   is   probable. 

It  seems  that  the  municipal  court  of  Chi- 
cago was  without  a  head  for  several  days. 
There  was  no  lack  of  judges,  but  none  among 
them  was  willing  to  take  this  particular  posi- 
tion. Their  disinclination,  says  the  North- 
western  Christian  Advocate,  was  due  to  their 
disgust  at  the  pestering  of  wealthy  defend- 
ants for  some  special  judicial  leniency  in 
cases  of  automobile  speeding.  Telephone 
bells  rang  at  all  hours  of  the  night.  The 
judges  were  besieged  on  the  street  and  round 
the  corner ;  they  were  invited  to  luncheon 
only  to  find  that  their  hosts  had  broken  a 
law  and  were  anxious  to  escape  the  penalty. 
One  judge  said:  "Some  of  the  most  influen- 
tial persons  in  town  ask  me  to  be  kind  to 
their  friends.  For  a  time  I  used  to  take 
luncheon  at  the  Hamilton  Club,  but  it  got  so 
that  whenever  I  entered  the  dining-room 
there  were  from  five  to  ten  persons  lined  up 
waiting  to  talk  to  me.  I  finally  had  to  have 
my  luncheon  served  in  the  basement  to  avoid 
them."  None  of  the  city  judges  would  take 
the  place.  If  they  did  their  duty  they  in- 
curred the  enmity  of  influential  men.  If  they 
violated  their  duty  they  lost  their  own  re- 
spect. At  last  a  judge  of  unusual  courage 
has  been  secured,  but  it  remains  to  be  seen 
how  long  he  will  hold  out. 

The  Northwestern  Christian  Advocate  sug- 
gests, very  properly,  that  we  should  revise 
our  ideas  of  criminality.  Here  are  a  number 
of  wealthy  men  who  purposely  violate  the  law, 
who  deliberately  endanger  the  lives  of  their 
fellow-citizens,  and  who  do  actually  mutilate 
and  kill  a  number  of  those  fellow-citizens, 
and  who  then  buttonhole  a  judge  and  per- 
suade or  bully  him  into  leniency,  and  in  ol- 
der to  escape  a  paltry  fine.  Words  are  in- 
adequate to  express  the  meanness  of  such  an 
offense  that  strikes  directly  at  the  roots  of 
justice.  And  yet  these  people  would  prob- 
ably be  indignant  if  they  were  described  as 
anarchists. 

Eyes  of  azure,  eyes  of  hazel, 

Ebon   tresses,   locks  of  gold, 
Beauty,    ocular  or  nasal — 

These,  beloved,  leave  me  cold. 
They    are  trifles,    only  skin-deep. 

Unto  nothing  they  amount: 
Let  us  rather  enter  in  deep 

To  the  things  that  really  count. 

Here's  a  chart  whereon  are  written 

Beatings  of  my  true  love's  heart; 
Never  was  there  seen  in   Britain 

Such  a  model  of  a  chart. 
Up  "and  down  in   faultless  rhythm 

Run  the  curves  in  ordered  law 
Bearing  testimony  with  'em 

Of  a  heart  without  a  flaw. 

Charms  like  this  thou  hast  in  plenty; 

I  resolved  to  tempt  the  Fates 
When  I  read  thy  five-and-twenty 

Medical    certificates. 
Perfect  as  the  heart  between  'em 

Are  thy  lungs  and  liver,  too, 
While  thy  matchless  duodenum 

Is  the  best  that  ever  grew. 

Doctors  rave  about  thy  pharynx, 

They  have  scarcely  words  to  tell 
All  the  beauties  of  thy  larynx 

And  thy  bronchial  tubes  as  well; 
Thy    digestive  apparatus 

Bids  my  soul  its  love  confess — 
Then  let  Science  come  and  mate  us! 

Sweet-and-healthy,  whisper  Yes! 

— Manchester  Guardian. 


"Do  you  mark  there,"  says  Hilaire  Belloc, 
"down  in  the  lowest  pit  and  innermost  fun- 
nel of  Hell  Fire  Pit,  souls  writhing  in  smoke, 
themselves  like  glowing  smoke  and  tortured 
in  the  flame?  You  ask  me  what  they  are. 
These  are  the  Servants  of  the  Rich.  .  .  . 
These  are  those  men  who  were  wont  to  come 
into  the  room  of  the  Poor  Guest  at  early 
morning  with  a  steadfast  and  assured  step 
and  a  look  of  insult.  These  are  those  who 
would  take  the  tattered  garments  and  hold 
them  at  arm's  length  as  much  as  to  say: 
'What  rags  these  scribblers  wear !'  and  then, 
casting  them  over  the  arm  with  a  gesture  that 
meant:  'Well,  they  must  be  brushed,  but 
Heaven  knows  if  they  will  stand  it  without 
coming  to  pieces !'  would  next  discover  in 
the  pockets  a  great  quantity  of  middle-class 
things,  and  notably  loose  tobacco."  There  is 
no  repentance  known  among  the  Servants  of 
the  Rich,  it  appears,  "nor  any  exception  to 
their  vileness ;  they  are  hated  by  men  when 
they  live,  and  when  they  die  they  must  con- 
sort with  demons." 


Dyer — Did    the    doctors    give    Higbee    up  ? 
Ryer — Yes,  but  not  soon  enough. — Life. 


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December  14,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


401 


■STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise- 


Two  pickpockets  had  been  following  an  old 
gentleman,  who  seemed  a  likely  subject,  when 
suddenly  he  turned  into  a  lawyer's  office. 
"What  shall  we  do  now?"  asked  one  of  the 
"dips."  "Wait  for  the  lawyer,"  promptly  re- 
plied the  other. 

A  Chicago  man  was  sentenced  to  jail  the 
other  day  for  beating  his  wife.  As  he  was 
leaving  the  court-room  he  asked  the  judge: 
"Do  they  serve  hash  at  the  bridewell?"  The 
judge  replied,  "I  don't  know.  I  guess  not." 
"Then  jail   for  me,"  said  the  man  cheerfully. 


A  friend  in  Scotland  said  to  a  boy  :  "What 
do  you  have  for  breakfast  hereabouts  ?" 
"Porridge,"  was  the  answer.  "And  for  din- 
ner?" "Porridge."  "And  for  supper?"  "Por- 
ridge." "Goodness!"  said  the  friend.  "Por- 
ridge every  day  for  every  meal !  Do  you 
never  have  anything  else?"  "What  else  would 
you  have?"  said  the  boy. 


A  stranger  knocked  at  a  man's  door  and 
told  him  of  a  fortune  to  be  made.  "Urn," 
said  the  man,  "it  appears  that  considerable 
effort  will  be  involved."  "Oh,  yes,"  said  the 
stranger,  "you  will  pass  many  sleepless  nights 
and  toilsome  days."  "Um,"  said  the  man, 
"and  who  are  you?"  "I  am  called  oppor- 
tunity." "Um,"  said  the  man,  "you  call  your- 
self opportunity,  but  you  look  like  hard  work 
to  me."     And  he  slammed  the  door. 


In  that  Maine  village  of  quaint  name,  Skow- 
hegan,  which  recently  went  Democratic  after 
thirty  years  of  Republican  rule,  a  new  village 
justice  of  the  peace  was  hearing  his  first  case, 
that  of  a  young  man  charged  with  fast  driv- 
ing. The  prosecution  had  rested,  and  the  at- 
torney for  the  defense  arose.  "Your  honor, 
I  move  that  the  respondent  be  discharged." 
"All  those  in  favor  of  the  motion  will  say 
'aye/  "  announced  the  new  justice.  A  chorus 
of  "ayes"  resounded  through  the  court-room. 
"Respondent   is   discharged,"   said   the  justice. 


In  his  latest  book,  "A  Wanderer  in  Flor- 
ence," E.  V.  Lucas  furnishes  a  new  reading 
for  that  quotation  about  the  leaves  on  the 
brooks  of  Vallombrosa,  though  he  credits  it 
to  a  cousin  across  the  pond.  Mr.  Lucas 
visited  Vallombrosa,  and  describing  the  ex- 
tortionate rates  of  the  hotels  there  tells  the 
story:  A  departing  American  was  eyeing  his 
bill  with  a  rueful  glance  as  we  were  leaving. 
"Milton  had  it  wrong,"  he  said  to  me  (with 
the  freemasonry  of  the  plucked,  for  I  knew 
him  not),  "what  he  meant  "was  'thick  as 
thieves.'  " 


When  Claude  Grahame- White,  the  famous 
aviator,  was  in  this  country  not  long  ago,  he 
was  spending  a  week-end  at  a  country  home. 
The  first  night  that  he  arrived,  a  dinner 
party  was  given.  Feeling  very  enthusiastic 
over  the  recent  flights,  he  began  to  tell  the 
young  woman  who  was  his  partner  at  the  table 
of  some  of  the  details  of  the  aviation  sport. 
It  was  not  until  the  dessert  was  brought  on 
that  he  realized  that  he  had  been  doing  all 
the  talking  ;  indeed,  the  young  woman  had  not 
uttered  a  single  word.  "I  am  afraid  I  have 
been  boring  you  with  this  shop  talk,"  he  said, 
feeling  as  if  he  should  apologize.  "Oh,  not  at 
all,"  she  murmured,  in  very  polite  tones  ;  "but 
would  you  mind  telling  me,  what  is  aviation?" 


A  man  who  was  greatly  troubled  with 
rheumatism  bought  some  red  flannel  under- 
wear recently,  which  was  guaranteed  in  every 


respect,  and  a  couple  of  weeks  later  returned 
to  the  store  where  he  made  his  purchase. 
"These  flannels  are  not  what  you  claimed 
them  to  be,"  he  said  to  the  clerk.  "What  is 
the  trouble  with  them  ?"  asked  the  clerk,  "have 
they  faded  or  shrunk?"  "Faded!  Shrunk!" 
cried  the  purchaser  indignantly,  "why,  when  I 
came  down  to  breakfast  this  morning  with  one 
of  them  on  my  wife  asked  me:  'What  are 
you  wearing  the  baby's  pink  coral  necklace 
for?'" 


A  party  of  aristocratic  Philadelphians  were 
telling  anecdotes  of  Philadelphia  celebrities, 
past  and  present.  David  Chew  said  with  a 
sigh:  "We  have  no  longer  in  Philadelphia 
such  picturesque  characters  as  Richard  Vaux 
was.  Do  you  remember  him,  with  his  long, 
white  hair,  striding  down  Chestnut  Street? 
He  wore  no  overcoat  in  the  coldest  weather. 
I  wish  he  were  still  with  us,  facing  the  win- 
ter b'.asts  so  bravely  in  his  patent  leather 
shoes,  his  black  broadcloth  coat,  old-fash- 
ioned collar,  and  flowing  tie  !  Richard  Vaux 
was  very  handsome  in  his  youth,  and,  when 
secretary  to  the  American  minister  to  Eng- 
land, he  had  the  honor  of  dancing  with  Queen 
Victoria  at  a  court  ball  at  Buckingham  Palace. 
He  was  the  only  American  who  ever  had  this 
honor.  The  queen  singled  him  out  for  her 
partner  in  the  cotillon  on  account  of  his  good 
looks  and  his  grace.  When  Richard  Vaux  re- 
turned to  his  Philadelphia  home  his  dear,  old- 
fashioned  Quaker  mother  said  to  him  with  a 
shake  of  the  head  and  a  charming  smile : 
'Richard,  I  hear  thee  has  been  dancing  with 
the  Queen  of  England.  I  do  hope,  my  boy, 
thee  won't  marry  out  of  meeting.'  " 

-*♦*- 

THE   MERRY   MUSE. 

At  Singapore  and  Timbuctoo. 
When    I   lived   at    Singapore, 
It  was  something  of  a  bore 
To   receive  the  bulky   Begums  who  came  t 
to    my   door; 

They  kept  getting   into   tangles 
With  their  bingle-bongle-bangles, 
And    the   tiger    used   to   bite   them    as   he   sat    upon 
the  floor. 

When  I  lived  in  Timbuctoo, 
Almost  every  one  I  knew 
Used    to    play    upon    the    sackbut,    singing    toodle- 
doodle-doo. 

And  they  made  ecstatic  ballads, 
And  consumed  seductive  salads 
Made    of    chicory    and    hickory    and    other    things 
that  grew.  — Laura  E.  Richards. 


undling 


Christmas  Gifts. 


She    needed    pots   and   a   new  floor   broom, 

And    window    shades    for    the    children's    room; 

Her  sheets  were-  down  to   a  threadbare  three 

And  her  table  cloths  were  a  sight  to  see. 

She   wanted   scarfs  and  a  towel   rack 

And    a  good,   plain,    useful  dressing  sack, 

Some  kitchen  spoons  and  a  box  for  bread, 

A  pair  of  scissors  and  sewing  thread. 

She   hoped   some   practical    friend  would   stop 

And   figure  out   that   she'd   like   a   mop, 

Or   a   bath-room    rug   or  a   lacquered  tray 

Or   a  few  plain   plates   for   every  day. 

She    hoped    and    hoped    and  she   wished    a   lot, 

But  these,  of  course,   were  the  things  she  got: 

A  cut-glass  vase  and  a  bonbonniere, 
A  china  thing  for   receiving  hair, 
Some  oyster  forks,  a  manicure  set, 
A  chafing  dish   and  a  cellaret, 
A  boudoir  cap  and  a  drawn-work  mat, 
And   a   sterling  this   and    a  sterling  that; 
A  gilt-edged  book  on  a  lofty  theme, 
And   fancy  bags  till   she  longed  to  scream: 
Some   curling  tongs   and  a  powder  puff 
And   a  bunch  of  other  useless  stuff. 
But  though  she  inwardly  raged  she  wrote 
To  all  of  her  friends  the  self-same  note, 
And  said  to  each  of  the  damfool  host — 
"Just    how   did   you    guess   what  'I    needed    most  ? 
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December  14,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A   chronicle   of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of    San    Francisco    will   be   found   in 
the  following  department: 

The  wedding  of  Miss  Nina  Curry  and  Mr. 
Charles  B.  Phillips  took  place  Wednesday,  De- 
cember 4,  at  the  home  in  Dixon  of  the  bride's 
parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  J.  Curry.  Miss 
Laura  Curry  was  her  sister's  only  attendant  and 
Mr.  Robert  S.  Curry  was  Mr.  Phillips's  best  man. 
The  bride  is  a  niece  of  Mrs.  W.  S.  Bliss  and 
the  Messrs.  Spencer  C.  and  Samuel  G.  Buckbee 
of  this  city.  She  is  a  granddaughter  of  Judge 
John  Curry,  ex-chief  justice  of  California.  Mr. 
Phillips  is  a  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  R.  Phillips. 
The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Irene  Sabin  and  Mr.  John  A.  Merrill  of  this 
city.  Miss  Sabin  is  the  daughter  of  Mrs.  John  I. 
Sabin  and  the  late  Mr.  John  I.  Sabin,  and  a 
sister  of  Mrs.  Redmond  Payne  and  Mrs.  Alfred 
Bjornsted  of  Berlin. 

Mrs,  C.  C.  Clay  has  announced  the  engage- 
ment of  her  daughter,  Miss  Madeline  Clay,  to 
Mr.  Warren  Harrold  of  Fruitvale.  Mr.  Harrold 
is  a  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Harrold  of 
Fruitvale  and  a  brother  of  Mrs.  John  Van  Sicklen. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gordon  Blanding  will  give  a  re- 
ception today  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  in  honor  of 
tbeir  daughter,  Miss  Henriette  Blanding. 

Mrs.  George  H.  Mendell,  Jr.,  gave  a  tea  Satur- 
day at  her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  and  enter- 
tained a  number  of  the  season's  debutantes. 

Mrs.  Aurelius  Buckingham  was  hostess  Thurs- 
day at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  on  Jackson  Street. 
Mrs.  J.  W.  Eothin  has  issued  invitations  to  a 
dance  Friday  evening,  December  27,  at  the  home 
on  Jackson  Street  of  her  father,  Mr.  W.  F.  Whit- 
tier.  The  affair  will  be  in  honor  of  her  daughter, 
Miss    Genevieve    Bothin. 

Mrs.  Percy  Moore  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  Pringle 
entertained  a  number  of  the  debutantes  at  a  tea 
at  the  Palace  Hotel. 

Mrs.  Hearst  was  hostess  last  week  at  a  dinner 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel,  the  occasion  being  her 
seventieth    birthday. 

Mrs.  Alfred  Baker  Spalding  gave  a  luncheon 
Wednesday  at  her  home  on  Jackson  Street  in 
honor  of  Miss  Margaret  Casey. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Lent  was  hostess  Thursday  at  a 
luncheon  at  her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs.  Lorenzo  Avenali  entertained  at  a  luncheon 
in  honor  of  Mrs.  Timothy  Hopkins  and  Miss 
Lydia  Hopkins. 

Mrs.  Russell  J.  Wilson  was  hostess  last  week 
at  a  dinner  at  her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mr.  Ord  Preston  gave  a  stag  dinner  at  the  Bo- 
hemian Club  in  honor  of  his  best  man  and  ushers. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  G.  Hellman  gave  a  din- 
ner Thursday  evening  preceding  the  Impromptu 
Cotillon  and  entertained  a  group  of  young  people 
in  honor  of  their  niece,  Miss  Mary  Selden  Hell- 
man,  the  debutante  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George    PI.    Hellman. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  W.  Maillard  gave  a  dinner 
the  same  evening  complimentary  to  Miss  Henriette 
Blanding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Kelham  entertained  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  dinner  preceding  the  ball 
given   by   Mr.   and    Mrs.   Frederick  W.    Sharon. 

Among  others  who  entertained  at  similar  affairs 
were  Dr.  James  W.  Keeney  and  Mrs.  Keeney, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
William  Sproule,  the  Misses  Evelyn  and  Genevieve 
Cunningham,  the  Misses  Marguerite  and  Evelyn 
Barron,  the  Misses  Elva  and  Corennah  De  Pue, 
the  Misses  Cora  and  Fredericka  Otis,  and  Miss 
Leslie    Page. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  M.  A.  Miller  gave  a  dinner 
recently  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  to  celebrate  the 
twenty-fifth  aniversary  of  their  wedding. 

Mrs.  Howard  Burns  Rector  will  entertain  a 
number  of  friends  at  a  bridge-tea  Thursday,  De- 
cember   19,   in   honor  of   Miss   Hazel    Pamanter. 

Mrs.  George  Herrick  was  hostess  at  an  informal 
tea  at  her  home  on  Geary   Street. 

Mrs.  Charles  W.  Slack  gave  a  luncheon  Satur- 
day, when  she  entertained  a  number  of  young 
people  in  honor  of  her  daughter,  Miss  Ruth  Slack, 
fiancee  of  Judge  Edgar   Zook  of   San   Rafael. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young  will  give  a  din- 
ner December  23,  preceding  the  dance  to  be 
given  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Emory  Winship. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  de  Young  entertained  a  number 
of  young  people  at  a  dinner-dance  last  evening 
in    honor   of   Miss   Margaret    Casey. 

Mrs.  William  Matson  and  Miss  Lurline  Matsoi, 
will  give  a  dinner  Friday  evening  preceding  the 
Bachelors  and    Benedicts'    ball. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Flood  will  entertain  the 
debutantes  at  a  dinner  Friday  evening,  January 
7,  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Jeanncttc  Hooper  will  give  a  luncheon  on 
Tuesday,  December .  17,  in  honor  of  two  debu- 
tantes, Miss  Amylila  Talbot,  of  Washington,  and 
Miss    Dorothy   Greaves. 

The  Messrs.  Henry  and  Arthur  ITadlcy  will  give 
a  musicale  Thursday  evening,  December  19,  at 
i!i'  ii    apartment   on    Clay    Street. 


Movements  and  Whereabouts. 
Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments  to   and  from   this  city   and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard,  Miss  Ruth 
Winslow,  and  the  Misses  Marion  and  Ruth  Zeile 
sailed  this  week  for  Egypt. 

Miss  Helen  Woolworth  has  arrived  from  Paris 
and  will  spend  several  weeks  at  the  Hotel  St. 
Francis. 

Mrs.  S.  R.  Rosenstock  and  Mrs.  J.  R.  K.  Nut- 
tall  have  arrived  in  New  York  from  Europe  and 
expect  to  return  home  for  Christmas. 

Dr.  Emil  Schmoll  has  returned  from  a  brief 
visit  in    Europe. 

Dr.  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  and  Mrs.  Erodie  have 
returned  from  Santa  Barbara  and  will  remain  in 
San  Francisco  until  the  middle  of  January,  when 
they   will   leave   for   Europe. 

Mrs.  Henry  Barriolhet  has  closed  her  country 
home  in  Los  Altos  and  is  established  for  the 
winter   in    Berkeley. 

Mrs.  J.  R.  Laine  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Otilla 
Laine,   have   returned   from   Europe. 

Miss  Flora  Low  and  Miss  Eleanor  Morgan  have 
returned  to  Monterey  after  a  week's  visit  in 
town. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  D.  Shepard  have  taken  an 
apartment  on  Pacific  Avenue,  near  Franklin 
Street. 

Dr.  Henry  Kreutzmann  and  Mrs.  Kreutzmann 
have    returned    from    Europe. 

Mr.  Edgar  B.  Carroll  of  New  York  arrived 
in  this  city  last  week  and  will  spend  several 
weeks  with  relatives  and  friends.  Mr.  Carroll 
is  a  brother  of  Mrs.  M.  S.  Wilson,  Mrs.  Charles 
O.  Alexander,  and  Mrs.  Adolph  P.  Scheld  of 
Sacramento. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Timothy  Hopkins  have  taken  an 
apartment  on  Sacramento  Street,  where  they  will 
reside  on  occasional  visits  to  town  during  the 
winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Thomas  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Gertrude  Thomas,  are  motoring  through 
Southern    California. 

Mrs.  J.  de  Barth  Shorb  has  returned  from 
Pasadena,  where  she  visited  her  sister,  Mrs. 
George   Patton. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Juan  Chavez  and  their  children 
arrived  last  Wednesday  and  will  reside  in  this 
city  for  several  years.  Mr.  Chavez  has  been  ap- 
pointed  American   consul   from    Ecuador. 

Mrs.  Oscar  Schulze  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Olga 
Schulze,  have  returned  from  Dixon,  where  they 
went  to  attend  the  wedding  of  Miss  Nina  Curry 
and  Mr.   Carl  Phillips. 

The  Misses  Caroline  and  Alice  Griffith  have 
moved  into  their  new  home  on  Pacific  Avenue  and 
Devisadero. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Huse  and  Mrs.  J.  Selby 
Hanna  have  gone  abroad   for  an  indefinite  visit. 

Mrs.  James  Carolan  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Emily  Carolan,  have  returned  from  Philadelphia, 
where  they  have  been  spending  the  past  three 
months  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Timlow  (.for- 
merly   Miss    Evelyn    Carolan). 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Flood  left  Friday  for  New 
York,  where  they  will  spend  the  holidays. 

The  Misses  Mabel  and  Franc  Pierce  have  gone 
to   Europe  to  spend  the  next  six  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels  are  en 
route  from.  New  York  to  this  city.  They  will 
spend  several  weeks  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mr.  F.  W.  Carpenter,  United  States  minister 
to  Siam,  sailed  Saturday  for  the  Orient. 

Miss  Gladys  Wilson  has  returned  to  her  home 
in  Oakland  after  a  visit  in  town  with  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Hiram  Johnson,  Jr. 

Mrs.  Downey  Harvey  is  the  guest  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Pitts  Duffield  at  their  home  in  New  York. 
Mrs.  Duffield  was  formerly  Miss  Isabella  Mc- 
Kenna. 

Mrs.  Theresa  Oelrichs  is  contemplating  coming 
to   this   city   before   the   holidays. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  Eugene  de  Sabla,  the  Misses 
Vera  and  Leontine  de  Sabla,  and  Mrs.  Clement 
Tobin  have  returned  from  Europe,  where  they 
have  been  spending  the  past  eight  months.  They 
were  accompanied  from  Chicago  by  Mrs.  Edward 
Cudahy  and  Miss  Amy  Brewer,  who  are  at  present 
their  guests  in   San  Mateo. 

Mr.  George  H.  Lent  has  returned  from  a  brief 
visit  in  New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Sadoc  Tobin  closed  their 
home  in  Burlingame  Tuesday  and  are  established 
for  the  winter  in  the  Mintzer  home  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Mr.  John  G.  Kirchen  of  Tonopah  is  the  guest 
of  his  sister,   Mrs.   Bronti  M.  Atkins. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  N.  Vail  of  Stockton  sailed 
Wednesday  for  Tahiti. 

Mr.  Richard  Ivers  arrived  last  week  from  Hono- 
lulu and  is  visiting  his  mother  at  the  Hotel  Belle- 
vue,  where  Mrs.  Ivers  has  been  staying  during 
the  brief  visit  in  New  York  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam G.  Irwin.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Irwin  are  now  en 
route  home, 

Mr.  Tevis  Blanding  sailed  on  the  Sierra  for 
a  tour  of  the  world.  He  will  spend  some  time  in 
Africa. 

Miss  Gertrude  Greely  sailed  Thursday  for  the 
Philippines,  where  she  will  spend  several  months 
with    her    brother    and    sister-in-law.       During    her 


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visit  in  this  city  she  has  been  the  guest  of  Miss 
Dora  Winn.  Miss  Greely  is  the  daughter  of 
General  Horace  Greely,  U.   S.  A. 

Mrs.  W.  J.  Somers  of  this  city  has  returned 
from  a  motor  trip  to  Hotel  Del  Monte.  Her 
guests  were  Miss  Kate  Peterson,  Mr.  Ward  Mail- 
hard,   and   Mr.   F.   Somers   Peterson. 

Miss  Cora  de  Marville,  who  is  now  in  Rome, 
will   spend  the  month  of  December  in   Florence. 

Dr.  de  Marville  has  renewed  the  lease  of  his 
apartment,  35  rue  de  Chaillot,  in  Paris. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Page,  Miss  Dorothy  Page, 
and  Mr.  Ralston  Page  came  to  town  Monday  from 
Belvedere  and  are  established  for  the  winter  on 
Broadway   and    Octavia    Street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  J.  Tobin  are  occupying 
the  home  in  San  Mateo  of  Miss  Frances  Howard, 
who    will   remain  East  indefinitely. 

Captain  John  Burke  Murphy,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Murphy  have  returned  to  the  Presidio  after 
a  month's  visit  in  Portland. 

Paymaster  Z.  P.  Reynolds,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Reynolds  are  entertaining  Mrs.  Kate  Shirley  of 
San  Diego  at  their  home  in  San  Mateo. 

Chaplain  Carroll  Q.  Wright  and  Mrs.  Wright 
of  Mare  Island  sailed  last  week  for  the  Philip- 
pines, where  they  will  reside  indefinitely.  Their 
son,  Mr.  John  Wright,  is  attending  the  Uni- 
versity of  California. 

Lieutenant-Commander  Richard  S.  Douglass,  U. 
S.  N.,  has  arrived  on  his  ship,  the  Glacier,  in 
Vallejo,  where  he  has  been  joined  by  Mrs.  Doug- 
lass, who  visited  friends  in  this  city  during  her 
husband's   absence. 

Mrs.  Albert  P.  Niblack,  wife  of  Captain  Niblack, 
U,  S.  N.,  attache  in  Berlin,  is  en  route  to  this 
city  to  visit  her  mother,  Mrs.  William  P.  Harring- 
ton,   who   for  many  months  has  been  seriously   ill. 

Brigadier-General  W.  W.  Robinson,  U.  S.  A. 
(retired),  of  Seattle,  has  come  to  this  city  for  a 
month's  visit  at  the  Hotel   Stewart. 

Major  Robert  H.  Noble,  U.  S.  A.,  of  the  Pre- 
sidio, Monterey,  has  been  spending  the  past  few 
days  at  the  Palace  Hotel. 


San  Francisco  Orchestra's  Sixth  Concert. 

The  sixth  Symphony  concert  of  the  San 
Francisco  Orchestra,  which  will  be  given  at 
the  Cort  Theatre,  Friday  afternoon,  December 
20,  gives  every  indication  of  being  the  most 
important,  musically,  of  the  present  season. 
The  week  of  December  16  being  the  one  in 
which  occurred  the  births  of  the  two  most 
celebrated  American  composers,  Henry  Had- 
ley  and  Edward  MacDowell,  it  is  fitting  that 
they  be  represented   on  this  programme. 

Henry  Hadley  was  born  in  Somerville, 
Massachusetts,  December  20,  1871.  His 
father,  a  professional  musician,  was  his  first 
teacher,  and  later  the  young  composer  en- 
tered the  New  England  Conservatory,  where 
he  studied  the  violin  as  well  as  composition. 
From  Boston  Mr.  Hadley  went  to  Vienna  in 
1894,  there  to  become  a  pupil  of  Eusebius 
Mandyczewski.  He  returned  to  America  in 
1896,  and  for  seven  seasons  directed  the 
music  department  of  St.  Paul's  School  at  Gar- 
den City,  New  York.  During  these  years 
Mr.  Hadley's  work  as  a  musical  creator  was 
made  increasingly  known  to  the  public  of 
this  country.  An  overture,  "Hector  and  An- 
dromache," was  brought  out  early  in  his  ca- 
reer at  a  concert  of  the  Manuscript  Society, 
New  York.  The  Symphony,  "Youth  and 
Life,"  came  to  a  hearing  under  Anton  Seidl 
at  a  concert  of  the  same  society  in  1897. 
Mr.  Hadley's  second  symphony,  "The  Four 
Seasons,"  took  two  prizes  in  1901 — that  of- 
fered by  Mr.  Paderewski,  and  the  New  Eng- 
land Conservatory  prize.  Mr.  Hadley  has 
written  three  overtures — "Hector  and  Andro- 
mache," "In  Bohemia,"  and  an  overture  to 
Stephen  Phillips's  tragedy,  "Herod";  three 
ballet  suits,  a  symphonic  fantasia,  and  the 
tone-poem,  "Salome,"  based  on  the  play  by 
Oscar  Wilde.  The  composer  has  also  writ- 
ten much  in  the  larger  vocal  forms,  as  well 
as  many  songs.  From  1905  to  1909  Mr.  Had- 
ley toured  the  European  continent  as  con- 
ductor, producing  his  "Salome"  in  a  number 
of  important  musical  centres.  He  was  in 
1908  one  of  the  three  musical  directors  at 
the  Stadt  Theatre,  Mayence,  where  his  one- 
act  opera,  "Sane,"  was  produced,  April  6, 
1909. 

Mr.  Hadley  will  be  represented  on  this  pro- 
gramme by  his  Symphony  No.  4,  "North,  East, 
South,  and  West,"  which  will  be  performed 
for  the  first  time  in  San  Francisco.  This 
symphony,  and  Mr.  Hadley's  masterly  con- 
ducting of  the  London  Symphony  Orchestra, 
June  28,  1910,  received  the  approval  of  crit- 
ical London.  The  symphony  is  in  the  usual 
four  movements,  and  is  scored  for  grand  or- 
chestra. 

The  second  part  of  the  programme  will 
present  Mr.  Gottfried  Galston  in  the  Liszt 
Concerto  in  E  flat  for  piano  and  orchestra. 
Mr.  Galston,  the  celebrated  Munich  pianist, 
is  making  his  first  American  tour  and  is  suc- 
ceeding in  convincing  even  the  most  critical 
of  his  ability  to  be  classed  amongst  the  great 
pianists. 

The  last  part  of  the  programme  is  reserved 
for  the  Suite  No.  2,  Op.  42,  of  MacDowell. 

Edward  Alexander  MacDowell  was  born  in 
New  York,  December  18,  1861,  and  probably 
the  greatest  blow  to  the  progress  of  Ameri- 
can music  was  his  death  at  the  age  of  forty- 
seven.  Educated  in  French  and  German  con- 
servatories and  surrounded  during  the  forma- 
tive years  of  his  life  by  foreign  musicians  and 
influences,  MacDowell  so  thoroughly  assimi- 
lated the  best  that  was  presented  to  him  that 
he  can  never  be  accused  of  having  been  un- 
duly influenced  by  methods  and  characteristics 
of  other  countries;  and  even  from  the  first 
he  was  singularly  free  from  that  unconscious 
imitation    into    which    so    many    young    com- 


Royal 

Baiting 
Powder 

Absolutely  Pure 

The  only  Baking  Powdermade 

from  Royal  OrspeCm  of  Tartar 


posers,  writers,  and  painters  fall.  His  music 
is  as  individual  as  that  of  Chopin  or 
Beethoven. 

*♦* 

Titta  Ruffo,  the  loudly  heralded  Italian 
baritone,  made  his  first  appearance  in  opera 
in  New  York  a  few  days  ago,  in  "Hamlet"  at 
the  Metropolitan.  He  is  a  member  of  the 
Philadelphia  opera  company,  and,  it  is  an- 
nounced, can  not  be  spared  for  another  visit 
to  New  York  this  season.  The  Evening  Post 
critic's  notice  of  the  singer  included  these 
lines,  which  apparently  reflect  somewhat  on 
the  discrimination  of  Metropolitan  audiences, 
but  the  effect  noted  is  not  a  singular  one : 
"After  the  baritone's  first  number,  in  which 
he  did  nothing  that  was  in  any  way  remark- 
able, there  was  an  outburst  of  frenzied  ap- 
plause which  was  positively  comic,  owing  to 
the  absence  of  all  raison  d'etre  for  it.  In 
later  scenes  there  was  much  more  reason  for 
these  frenzied  outbursts,  which  were  like 
those  that  greeted  Tetrazzini  and  Bonci  when 
they  made  their  first  appearance  in  this  city." 


The  Women's  Outdoor  Club  is  making 
preparations  for  the  Christmas  party  to  be 
given  for  San  Francisco's  children  at  Golden 
Gate  Park  on  Christmas  Day.  Already  dona- 
tions of  money,  toys,  and  clothing  are  pouring 
in  at  the  headquarters  in  the  Lincoln  Realty 
Building,  at  Fifth  and  Market  Streets. 


The  home  of  Lieutenant  Wallace  Bertholf, 
U.  S.  N-,  and  Mrs.  Bertholf  has  been  bright- 
ened by  the  advent  of  a  son.  Mrs.  Bertholf 
was   formerly  Miss  Mary   Marriner. 


The  home  in  Ross  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Chris- 
tian Miller  has  been  brightened  by  the  ad- 
vent of  a  daughter. 

— ■*«-»■ 

The  home  in  Redlands  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
John  Gill  has  been  brightened  by  the  advent 
of  a  daughter. 


The  home  of  Mr.   and   Mrs.  Antoine   Borel, 
Jr.,    has   been   brightened   by   the   advent   of   a 


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THE   CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Dr.  Jonkherr  J.  Loudon,  minister  to  the 
United  States  from  the  Netherlands  and  com- 
missioner to  select  the  Exposition  site  for 
that  nation,  and  Mr.  Cal  E.  Stone,  Minne- 
sota's commissioner  for  the  same  purpose, 
were  the  guests  of  honor  at  a  luncheon  at 
the  St.  Francis  Hotel  Wednesday,  tendered  by 
the  directors  of  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposi- 
tion.   

The  California  Miners'  Association  ended 
its  sixteenth  annual  convention  in  Native 
Sons'  Hall  Wednesday  afternoon,  and  before 
its  adjournment  adopted  without  dissent  reso- 
lutions looking  toward  large  improvements  in 
the  mining  industry  of  the  West.  Among  the 
many  resolutions  approved  were  two  or  three 
which  cover  the  ground  for  conservation 
reformation,  which,  with  the  preparation  for 
a  magnificent  exhibit  at  the  Panama-Pacific 
Exposition,  was  a  main  topic  of  the  meeting. 


Complete  returns  of  the  charter  amendment 
election  on  Tuesday,  December  10,  show  that 
there  were  81,104  votes  polled.  The  amend- 
ments carried,  by  majorities  ranging  from  500 
to  25,000,  are:  No.  1,  for  transferring  li- 
brary, etc.,  to  Civic  Centre;  No.  2,  for  the 
Exposition;  No.  3,  for  strengthening  civil 
service  ;  No.  13,  for  residence  clause  ;  No.  18, 
pertaining  to  street  work;  No.  19,  for  tunnel 
work;  No.  20,  for  street  assessments;  No.  21, 
for  revolving  fund  for  street  work;  No.  22, 
for  transferring  Relief  Home  funds  ;  No.  23, 
for  no-partisan  qualification  for  office;  No. 
24,  for  tax  collections ;  No.  26,  for  more  pen- 
sions for  police;  No.  30,  for  supplies  and 
accounting  system;  No.  31,  for  police  investi- 
gations; No.  32,  for  fire  alarm  in  Jefferson 
Square  ;  No.  36,  for  library  fund  ;  No.  37,  for 
city   planning  commission. 

The  amendments  defeated  are  :  No.  4,  for 
raising  pay  of  county  officers  ;  No.  5,  for  in- 
creasing fire  department ;  No.  6,  for  public 
service  and  water  commission ;  No.  7,  for 
raising  pay  in  registrar's  office;  No.  8,  for  in- 
creasing pay  in  city  offices;  No.  9,  for  enlarg- 
ing department  of  electricity  ;  No.  10,  for  in- 
creasing detective  force;  No.  11,  for  increas- 
ing pay  of  chief  of  police;  No.  12,  for  in- 
creasing celebration  appropriations ;  No.  14, 
for  excluding  water  bonds  from  debt  limit ; 
No.  15,  for  reorganizing  tax  system;  No.  16, 
for  increasing  park  tax  levy ;  No.  17,  for 
$2500  more  for  exempt  firemen;  No.  25,  for 
justices'  courts;  No.  27,  for  local  option;  No. 
28,  for  reducing  police,  fire  and  health  boards  -, 
No.  29,  for  vacations  for  election  clerks;  No. 
33,  for  cutting  works  board  to  one  director; 
No.  34,  for  indeterminate  franchises;  No.  35, 
for  bond   interest  tax. 


Benjamin  Franklin  McKinley,  for  many 
years  assistant  postmaster  of  San  Francisco 
and  who  came  to  California  in  1859,  died 
suddenly  Wednesday,  December  1 1,  aged 
eighty.  He  had  been  ill  but  a  few  days. 
When  he  came  to  California  he  went  to 
Placerville  and  engaged  in  mining.  He  gave 
this  up  to  engage  in  the  wood  and  coal  busi- 
ness in  San  Francisco  with  his  nephews,  D.  A. 
McKinley  and  James  McKinley.  The  former 
was  once  Hawaiian  consul.  A  son,  Benjamin, 
assistant  United  States  attorney,  and  head  of 
the  League  of  the  Cross  Cadets,  a  daugh- 
ter, Marie  J.,  and  the  widow  survive. 


Funeral  services  will  be  held  at  Scottish 
Rite  Cathedral  on  Sunday  for  William  Schuy- 
ler Moses,  the  oldest  Mason  on  the  records 
of  the  Grand  Lodge  of  California,  who  died 
at  his  home,  Monday  evening,  of  apoplexy. 
He  was  born  in  Rochester,  New  York,  August 
8,  1827,  and  came  to  San  Francisco  in  1850. 
He  was  known  to  Masons  as  the  "Elder 
Brother,"  and  was  made  a  Mason  in  Roches- 
ter in  1849.  He  was  the  oldest  past  master 
in  California,  a  member  of  San  Francisco 
Chapter,  R.  A.  M.,  No.  1,  California  Com- 
mandery  No.  1,  and  had  other  Masonic  con- 
nections.   

Last  Saturday  night  the  dedicatory  cere- 
monies of  the  German  House,  Turk  and  Polk 
Streets,  were  inaugurated,  to  continue  for  nine 
days.  Preparations  for  the  momentous  occa- 
sion in  the  history  of  the  Germans  of  the  Pa- 
cific Coast  had  been  going  on  for  months  and 
the  entertainment  planned  for  the  period  of 
the  celebration  probably  was  one  of  the  finest 
in  every  way  ever  offered  in  San  Francisco. 
Germans  from  all  parts  of  the  state  and  from 
points  outside  of  California  came  to  attend 
the  functions  that  will  start  the  new  $500,000 
German  House  on  its  way.  The  German 
House  is  finished  in  German  Renaissance 
style  and  contains  a  large  auditorium,  banquet 
hall,  lodge  and  meeting  halls,  rathskeller, 
bowling  alleys,  library,  reading  rooms,  and  all 
modern    conveniences   for  club   rooms. 


The  Port  Blakeley  Mill  Company,  owner  of 
the  largest  lumber  mill  in  the  world,  with 
assets,  including  timber  lands,  amounting  to 
$10,000,000,  practically  all  of  which  are  held 
in  San  Francisco,  has  been  sold.  The  deal  is 
the  largest  in  the  lumber  and  shingle  trade 
ever  consummated  on  the  Pacific  Coast  and 
is  officially  confirmed  in  an  application  made 
to  the  superior  court  of  San  Francisco  City 
and  County.  The  petition  is  made  by  D.  E. 
Skinner,  W.  J.  Hotchkiss,  C.  A.  Nohrhart,  W. 
E.  Creed,  and  John  W.  Eddy,  the  board  of 
d    local    lumber    magnates.      It    is 


said  the  new  owners  will  be  a  syndicate  of 
San  Francisco,  Seattle,  English,  and  German 
capitalists.  The  timber  land  holdings  of  the 
company  in  Washington  and  adjacent  are  sec- 
ond only  to  the  Weyerhaeuser  syndicate  and 
have  been  estimated  sufficient  to  keep  the 
mill  running  full  blast  for  the  next  fifty  years. 


THE  MUSICAL  SEASON. 

The  Maud  Powell  Violin  Concerts. 

Maud  Powell,  the  famous  American  vio- 
linist, and  one  who  ranks  among  the  world's 
very  greatest  artists,  will  give  two  matinee 
concerts  at  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium  under 
the  Greenbaum  direction.  Mme.  Powell  pos- 
sesses every  requisite  of  the  great  virtuoso ; 
her  tone  is  exceptionally  large  and  luscious, 
her  technic  is  impeccable,  and  she  plays  with 
that  indescribable  quality  that  appeals  to  the 
heart  as  well  as  the  head. 

The  first  matinee  will  be  given  this  Satur- 
day afternoon,  December  14,  at  2 :30,  when 
the  programme  will  include  Lalo's  "Spanish 
Symphonie,"  two  Mozart  gems,  a  Scherzo  Ca- 
price by  Grasse,  the  young  blind  violin  vir- 
tuoso and  composer,  one  of  the  brilliant 
Brahms-Joachim  Hungarian  Dances,  and  Wie- 
niawski's  "Faust"  Fantasie,  besides  the  beau- 
tiful Sonata  in  E  major,  for  piano  and  violin, 
by  Bach. 

At  the  Sunday  afternoon  concert,  Decem- 
ber 15,  Mme.  Powell  will  introduce  to  us  the 
Concertstueck  by  Max  Bruch,  Coleridge-Tay- 
lor's "Deep  River,"  and  "Up  the  Pecklawaha" 
by  Marian  Bauer.  Other  interesting  numbers 
will  be  an  Air  by  Tenaglia,  Prelude  by 
Pugnani-Kreisler,  "Minute  Waltz"  by  Chopin- 
Powell,  Minuet  by  Beethoven,  and  the  charm- 
ing Sonata  by  Grieg,  for  piano  and  violin. 

Tickets  may  be  secured  at  the  music-store 
box-offices  and  on  Sunday  at  the  hall. 


Return  of  Tina  Lerner. 

Tina  Lerner,  the  beautiful  and  brilliant 
Russian  pianist,  who  achieved  such  a  triumph 
at  her  two  appearances  with  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Orchestra,  will  return  to  San  Francisco 
tonight  and  at  8  :30  Tuesday  night,  December 
17,  at  Scottish  Rite  Hall,  will  be  heard  in  a 
concert  that  gives  every  indication  of  being 
one  of  the  most  pleasing  affairs  of  its  kind 
ever  given  in  this  city. 

Without  any  flourish  of  trumpets  or  the 
usual  advance  heralding,  Miss  Lerner  came 
to  San  Francisco  for  her  appearances  with  the 
San  Francisco  Orchestra  and  immediately 
captured  the  several  thousand  people  that 
heard  her  at  the  Cort  Theatre.  Miss  Lerner 
will  give  Tuesday  night  exactly  the  same  pro- 
gramme with  which  she  will  make  her  ap- 
pearance in  New  York,  January  6,  and  with 
which  she  delighted  music  lovers  of  Boston, 
November  14.  In  order  that  none  shall  be 
denied  the  pleasure  of  hearing  her  on  account 
of  prohibitive  cost,  Frank  W.  Healy,  under 
whose  direction  Miss  Lerner  appears  locally, 
has  arranged  a  schedule  of  prices  ranging 
from  50  cents  to  $2.  Piano  students  should 
not  fail  to  take  advantage  of  this  opportunity. 

Seats  are  on  sale  at  the  Sutter  Street  box- 
office  of  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.  The  complete 
programme  follows :  Mozart,  "Larghetto" ; 
Weber,  "Rondo  Brilliante" ;  Schumann,  So- 
nata in  F  Sharp  Minor  ;  Chopin,  three  Etudes, 
Nocturne  in  F  Sharp  Minor;  Strauss-Tausig, 
valse  caprice,  "Man  lebt  nur  einmal" ;  Liszt, 
"Sonetto  123  del  Petrarca"  and  "Spanish 
Rhapsodie." 


Godowsky. 

With  the  Maud  Powell  concerts  Manager 
Will  Greenbaum  will  close  his  activities  for 
the  present  year.  Although  the  season  is 
still  young,  this  energetic  manager  has  offered 
a  splendid  list  of  attractions,  including  Mar- 
tin and  Ganz  in  combination  concerts,  Mme. 
Gadski,  Mme.  Yolando  Mero,  the  foremost 
woman  pianist,  Alice  Nielsen,  and  her  com- 
pany, Gerville-Reache,  and  Maud  Powell. 

For  his  first  attraction  for  1913  Greenbaum 
will  present  the  most  important  living  pianist, 
and  by  far  the  greatest  artist  now  on  tour, 
Mr.  Leopold  Godowsky.  The  work  of  this 
wonderful  player  and  composer  has  been 
called  "the  last  word  in  piano  playing,"  and 
the  other  virtuosi  are  nearly  all  like  pigmies 
next  to  giants  in  comparison  with   Godowsky. 

The  concerts  will  be  given  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  on  Sunday  afternoons,  January  5 
and  12,  and  there  will  be  a  special  Oakland 
concert  on  Tuesday  afternoon,   January    14. 


Henry  Hadley  will  give  a  large  musicale  at 
the  Bohemian  Club  on  the  evening  of  Decem- 
ber 19.  At  this  affair  he  will  introduce  his 
new  quintet,  which  will  be  played  by  mem- 
bers of  the  Symphony  Orchestra  with  Mr. 
Hadley   at  the  piano. 


When  Mme.  Sembrich  appears  here  in  Jan- 
uary she  will  introduce  to  us  Giula  Casini, 
a  seventeen-year-old  violoncello  prodigy  whom 
she  discovered  in  Russia.  It  has  been  a  num- 
ber of  years  since  this  city  has  been  visited 
by  a  virtuoso  of  that  beloved  instrument  and 
the  advent  of  the  young  artist  will  be  wel- 
come. 


Christmas  Problems  Solved  Here — At  any 
of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  four  candy  stores. 
What  better  way  to  meet  the  Christmas  prob- 
lem ?  Elegance  of  package  and  deliciousness 
of  contents  delight  the  recipient  of  your  gift. 


If  I  Were  the  Public 

And  You  Wanted  to  Interest  Me 

In  the  matchless  product— Ghirardelli's  IMPERIAL 
Cocoa — what  would  you  write  about  ?  What  would 
I  want  to  know? 

Who  makes  it  ? 

Good.  The  D.  Ghirardelli  Company  makes  jit,  right 
here  in  San  Francisco.  Biggest  establishment  of  the 
kind  in  the  West.  Been  making  products  of  the  cocoa 
bean  here  since  1 852. 

Why  should  I  use  Imperial  ? 

That's  right.  Why  should  I  use  it  in  preference  to  any 
other?  Because  it's  better,  made  by  a  new  special 
process,  possesses  all  the  nutritive  qualities  of  the  cocoa 
bean,  digests  perfectly,  unexcelled  for  flavor. 

About  its  cost  ? 

It  costs  a  little  more  than  ordinary  brands,  but  is  higher 
quality  and  goes  farther.  Imperial  is  the  result  of  a 
demand  for  a  cocoa  to  measure  up  to  the  finest  foreign 
and  domestic  makes.  Try  it  and  find  out  how  superior 
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out?" "With  or  without  what?  Her  music?" 
"No;  with  or  without  coaxing." — Detroit  Free 
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Hoieard — Schuyler  is  intimate  with  many 
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closely  allied  as  to  place  him  under  suspicion. 
—Life. 

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goes  to  a  church  where  they  stand  instead  of 
kneeling." — Detroit  Nezus. 

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Eudd's  "at  homes."  De  Bore  (sadly) — N-o, 
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homes. — New  York  Weekly. 

"How's  Wilbur  getting  along  with  his  new 
automobile  ?"  "Finely.  He's  got  so  now  that  he 
can  almost  tell  what's  the  matter  when  it 
won't  go." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

The  Doctor — But,  ray  dear  sir,  you  must 
masticate  your  food.  What  were  your  teeth 
given  you  for?  The  Sufferer  {calmly) — They 
weren't  given  me — I  bought   'em. — Sketch. 

"Dear  me,  I  think  I'm  the  most  miserable 
creature  in  the  world."  "What's  the  matter?" 
"I'm  trying  to  follow  this  magazine's  advice 
on  how  to  be.  happy." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

Weary  Willie — Is  dat  guy  California  Cal 
much  of  a  hobo  ?  Dusty  Rhodes — Much  of  a 
hobo  ?  Why,  he  beat  his  way  across  the  Sa- 
hara Desert  on  a  camel. — Kansas  City  Times. 

Mrs.  Klubman — If  I'd  known  that  you 
would  leave  me  alone  so  much,  I'd  never 
have  married  you.  Klubman — But  in  that 
case  you  would  have  been  alone  a  good  deal 
more. — Boston  Transcript. 

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tain of  police.  "There's  $50  in  it."  "G'wan," 
said  the  New  York  gun  man.  "I've  already 
arranged  to  confess  to  the  magazines  at  that 
much   per   chapter." — Washington   Star. 

"Do  you  think  only  of  me?"  murmured  the 
bride.  "Tell  me  that  you  think  only  of  me." 
"It's  this  way,"  explained  the  groom  gently. 
"Now  and  then  I  have  to  think  of  the  fur- 
nace,   my    dear." — Louisville    Courier-Journal. 

"Oh,  Harold,"  said  Mrs.  Newlywed,  "a 
strange  man  was  here  today  and  he  said  he 
wished  to  read  our  gas  meter."  "Well,  did 
you  let  him  in  ?"  "Mercy,  no !  He  used 
very  poor  grammar,  and  I  felt  sure  that  he 
would  not  read  it  properly." — Judge's  Li- 
brary. 

"I  have — er — something  to  ask  you — er — 
something  very  close  to   my   heart,   and — er — 

er "      "I'll    bet    I    can   guess    what    it    is !" 

"Ah,    you   have   divined!      Y*ou   know!      You 

— er "     "Yes,  you  want  to  ask  me  where 

I  put  your  hat  when  you  came  in." — Houston 
Post. 

"Jane  seems  in  better  spirits."  "Oh,  yes. 
She's  feeling  good  over  the  fact  that  she 
passed  her  thirtieth  birthday  safely."  "Eh! 
Was  she  in  any  danger  ?"  "Not  exactly.  I 
mean  that  she  passed  the  day  without  any- 
body being  unkind  enough  to  remember  it." 
— Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

"This  inn  must  be  very  old,"  remarked  the 
tourist.  "Very  old,"  assented  the  landlord. 
"Would  you  like  to  hear  some  of  the  legends 
connected  with  the  place?"  "I  would,  in- 
deed," said  the  tourist.  "Tell  me  the  legend 
of  this  curious  old  mince  pie.  I  notice  it 
every  time  I   come." — Washington  Herald. 

"May  it  please  your  honor,"  said  a  lawyer, 
addressing  one  of  the  judges,  "I  brought  the 
prisoner  from  jail  on  a  habeas  corpus." 
"Well,"  said  a  man  in  an  undertone,  who  was 
standing  in  the  rear  of  the  court,  "these  iaw- 
yers  will  say  anything.  I  saw  the  man  get 
out  of  a  taxi  at  the  court  door." — Harper's 
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San  Francisco,  December  21,  1912. 


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THIRTY-SIXTH  YEAR.     = 

ALFRED  HOLMAN  -------  Editor 

TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  This  Week's  Election — Some  Union  Labor 
Activities — Mr.  Sproule,  Mr.  Eshelman,  and  State  Poli- 
tics— The  Remedial  Loan  Association — Party-Craft  and 
State-Craft— A    Recall    Rumor — Editorial    Notes 405-407 

LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR:     "The  Barbary  Coast" 407 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.   P.   Coryn 408 

OLD  FAVORITES:  "A  Christmas  Hymn,"  by  Alfred 
Domett;  "Christmas  Bells,"  by  Henry  Wadsworth 
Longfellow;     "Santa    Claus" 408 

THE  NEW  YORK  POLICE  DRAG-NET:  "Flaneur" 
Writes  of  the  Progress  of  the  Curran  Investigating 
Committee 409 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over    the    World 409 

THE  LADY  AND  THE  DIAMOND:     How  a  Kindly  Fraud 

Was   Exposed.     By   Ida  Alexander 410 

M.  LE  BARGY'S  DEFIANCE:  With  an  Account  of  the 
Piece  in  Which  He  Is  Playing  Truant.  By  Henry  C. 
Shelley 411 

AN  IMPERIAL  SPORTSMAN:  The  Crown  Prince  of  Ger- 
many Tells  of  His  Hunting  Experiences  in  Many  Lands        412 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
New    Books    Received 413-414 

DRAMA:     "The  Rose  Maid."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps.  .  .         415 

FOYER   AND   BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 415 

VANITY  FAIR:  Pure  and  Creamy  Fun  from  the  Woman's 
Pages — Six  Gifts  for  a  Dollar — College  Boy  Extrava- 
gance— Odd  Eyes  All  the  Rage — How  to  Get  Them — 
Ladies'  Compartments  on  English  Railroad  Trains — 
Paris  Dress  Labels  and  Their  Uses 416 

STORYETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           ^17 

THE    MERRY    MUSE 417 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             418 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events  419 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground     Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 420 

This  Week's  Election. 

It  goes  without  saying  that  the  proposals  to  be  sub- 
mitted to  the  municipal  electorate  on  Friday  of  this  week 
— we  write  on  Wednesday — relate  to  things  intrin- 
sically desirable.  It  would  be  fine  for  the  city  to  own 
the  Sutro  property,  including  the  gardens,  the  baths, 
and  strip  of  bluff  and  beach  which  extends  from  Point 
Lobos  to  Baker's  Beach.  It  would  be  fine  to  have  an 
aquatic  park,  as  proposed,  at  the  northerly  termination 
of  Van  Ness  Avenue.  It  would  be  fine  to  own  the 
land  which  includes  Twin  Peaks  and  make  of  it  a 
public  park.  All  of  these  things,  we  repeat,  are  desir- 
able, but  there  is  another  side  to  the  picture.  The  ag- 
gregate cost  would  be  the  very  considerable  sum  of  one 
million,  seven  hundred  thousand  dollars;  and  then 
there  would  follow  more  cost  for  improvements  and 
still  more  cost  for  maintenance.  These  aggregated 
costs  imposed  upon  our  present  scheme  of  taxation 
would  make  an  appreciable  addition  to  a  tax  rate  al- 
ready too  high.  Men  and  brethren,  in  view  of  our 
already  extensive  park  facilities,  in  view  of  our  already 
considerable  obligations,  in  view  of  the  burden  which 
now  rests  upon  property  and  therefore  upon  business, 
upon  consideration   of   all   maxims    of    prudence,   we 


ought  not  to  do  it.  It  is  time  to  call  a  halt  upon  any 
and  all  schemes  of  municipal  expenditure,  which  may 
be  avoided  without  repudiation  of  either  direct  finan- 
cial or  social  obligations.  Already  we  are  spending  as 
much  as  we  have  to  spend — more  indeed  than  we  ought 
to  spend. 

Two  other  propositions  are  to  be  submitted  at  this 
election.  One  calls  for  the  lump  sum  of  $1,700,000 
for  "the  completion  of  permanent  municipal  build- 
ings known  as  and  to  be  used  as  the  county  jail  and 
the  San  Francisco  hospital."  The  other  calls  for  a 
lump  sum  of  $750,000  "for  the  construction  and  com- 
pletion of  a  fire  and  police  signal  system,  including 
the  necessary  building  and  acquisitions  of  lands  there- 
for." Now  these  projects  are  entirely  proper  and 
worthy,  and  we  should  be  inclined  to  vote  yes  on  both 
proposals,  if  Ave  had  faith  in  the  efficiencies  of  the  mu- 
nicipal administration.  The  thing  to  be  feared  is  that, 
if  provided,  the  money  will  be  frittered  and  wasted — that 
it  will  yield  nothing  adequate  or  worthy  in  the  form  of 
concrete  results.  In  one  of  the  two  instances  at  least 
we  already  have  had  discouraging  experience.  The 
county  jail  and  hospital  would  now  be  complete  and 
suitable  for  every  requirement  but  for  that  combination 
of  extravagance,  dishonesty,  and  incapacity  which 
seems  to  afflict  every  enterprise  or  project  undertaken 
for  the  municipality  and  prosecuted  under  the  methods 
of  officialism.  t 

Some  Union  Labor  Activities. 

A  recent  item  of  labor-union  news  informs  us  that 
there  are  rival  claims  to  "jurisdiction  over  staff  work 
now  being  done  on  the  Panama-Pacific  International 
Exposition."  We  learn  further  that  "a  telegram  was 
received  from  the  building  trades  department  of  the 
American  Federation  of  Labor  saying  that  exterior 
staff  work  is  completely  covered  in  the  claim  of  juris- 
diction of  carpenters,  to  the  exclusion  of  all  other  or- 
ganizations." The  items  are  meagre  enough,  but  they 
seem  to  refer  to  matters  that  will  repay  some  watchful 
attention.  There  is  no  "jurisdiction"  whatever  over  the 
Exposition  work  except  the  jurisdiction  of  the  proper 
authorities,  and  still  less  is  there  any  jurisdiction  ema- 
nating from  Chicago.    Or  from  Indianapolis. 

And  while  on  the  subject  of  labor-union  activities 
there  are  one  or  two  other  events  of  the  day  that  it 
would  be  well  to  record.  Last  Friday  the  manager  of 
Childs's  restaurant  on  Ellis  Street  was  wantonly  ar- 
rested for  placing  a  notice  in  his  own  window  relative 
to  a  labor-union  picket  who  was  verbally  assailing  him 
from  the  sidewalk.  The  restaurant  manager  was  or- 
dered to  "move  on" — from  his  own  shop.  Incorrectly 
supposing  that  his  payment  of  rent  and  taxes  gave  him 
some  elementary  rights  over  his  own  premises  he  natur- 
ally refused  to  obey,  and  was  forthwith  hustled  into  the 
patrol  wagon  during  the  busy  hours  of  the  day  and 
arraigned  before  Judge  Shortall,  nominally  on  a  tech- 
nical charge,  actually  for  the  really  grave  offense  of 
failing  in  due  respect  for  a  union  picket.  Of  course — 
be  it  recorded  to  the  credit  of  Judge  Shortall — the 
charge  was  dismissed,  but  are  we  to  understand  that 
we  are  now  liable  to  arrest  for  objecting  to  the  pres- 
ence of  a  yelping  and  abusive  hobo  stationed  on  the 
sidewalk  for  the  purpose  of  making  legitimate  business 
impossible?  If  so  it  will  be  necessary  to  make  certain 
memoranda  for  vigorous  use  at  the  next  city  election, 
and  especially  relative  to  such  officials  as  allow  the 
police  of  the  city  to  become  jackals  and  camp  followers 
to  the  labor  unions.  And  those  memoranda  will  not  be 
forgotten.  In  the  meantime  it  might  save  ti_  ible  if 
the  pickets  themselves  were  empowered  to  make  arrests 
and  to  bring  all  offenders  before  the  labor  council  for 
summary  punishment. 

A  member  of  the  Argonaut  staff  had  the  curiosity  to 
inquire  into  the  nature  of  the  particular  offense  for 
which  a  picket  had  been  placed  outside  a  large  bakery 
on  Haight  Street.  The  explanation  was  simple  and 
conclusive.    The  proprietor  had  been  forced  to  employ 


non-union  men  because  no  union  men  were  available. 
Threatened  with  the  usual  results,  he  had  asked  that 
his  non-union  men  be  taken  into  the  union  and  the  re- 
quest was  refused.  In  other  words,  he  must  close  down 
his  business  for  lack  of  help  while  plenty  of  competent 
men  were  waiting  for  work.  Presumably  if  this  par- 
ticular employer  had  placed  a  notice  in  his  window 
stating  why  he  was  unable  to  fill  his  orders  he  would 
have  been  liable  to  arrest. 

Now  there  is  only  one  end  to  this  thing,  and  that  end  is 
dynamite.  Let  there  be  no  mistake  about  that.  If  labor 
unions  are  allowed  openly  to  defy  the  law  and  to  sum- 
mon the  bludgeon  of  the  policeman  against  any  one  who 
dares  to  resist  them  they  will  inevitably  go  from  one 
offense  to  another,  secure  in  their  immunity,  until  at 
last  we  have  violent  and  murderous  crime  once  more 
rampant  in  San  Francisco.  And  the  city  has  had  all 
the  advertisement  of  this  kind  that  it  needs.  It  is  get- 
ting that  advertisement  day  by  day  in  Indianapolis. 
It  is  getting  that  advertisement  from  every  visitor  who 
marvels  to  see  a  mangy  scarecrow  at  every  street-corner 
in  defiance  of  law  and  decency.  But  the  picket  is  only 
the  beginning,  and  immunity  for  the  picket  means  a 
direct  invitation  to  something  far  worse. 


Mr.  Sproule,  Mr.  Eshelman,  and  State  Politics. 

As  to  the  precise  matters  at  issue  between  Mr. 
Sproule  and  Mr.  Eshelman,  it  would  be  presumption 
to  speak.  The  controversy,  if  it  may  be  so  called,  is 
with  respect  to  points  of  fact  easily  open  to  proof. 
If  Mr.  Sproule  is  mistaken,  or  if — as  Mr.  Eshelman 
hotly  declares — he  has  lied,  his  blunder  or  his  sin  may 
easily  be  demonstrated  to  his  confusion.  But  at  the 
point  of  manners  Mr.  Sproule  easily  has  the  best  of  it. 
What  he  has  said,  whether  it  be  right  or  wrong,  true 
or  false,  has  been  spoken  in  civil  and  moderate  terms. 
Why  Mr.  Eshelman  should  not  have  replied  in  similar 
spirit  is  not  obvious.  A  plain  statement  would  have 
been  quite  as  effective  as  an  angry  one.  Indeed  it 
would  have  been  far  more  emphatic — far  more  sug- 
gestive of  candor  and  precision,  far  more  convincing. 
And  what  is  more,  it  would  have  been  in  better  keeping 
with  Mr.  Eshelman's  official  character.  He  is  the 
chairman  of  the  State  Railroad  Commission  and  is 
therefore  a  judge  in  a  case  in  which  Mr.  Sproule  stands 
in  the  character  of  a  litigant.  Xow  it  is  hardly  within 
the  proprieties — and  we  might  go  farther  to  say  the 
decencies — for  a  judge  to  "pounce  upon"  the  statement 
of  a  litigant  made  out  of  court,  rip  said  litigant  up  the 
back,  so  to  speak,  and  then  "hurl"  at  him  an  embittered 
"defi."  Mr.  Eshelman's  "answer"  certainly  does  not 
carry  with  it  a  suggestion  of  the  judicial  spirit.  One  gets 
from  it  the  impression  not  only  that  .Air.  Eshelman  has 
made  up  his  mind  in  advance  of  the  evidence,  but  that 
he  has  made  it  up  adversely  and  angrily.  He  is  clearly 
"agin"  this  particular  litigant.  Xow  this  not  unnaturally 
makes  sympathy  for  Mr.  Sproule — especially  so  when  it 
is  recalled  that  the  general  aim  and  purpose  of  his  ad- 
dress— the  one  to  which  Mr.  Eshelman  takes  such  ve- 
hement exception — was  that  of  appeal  for  fair  play.  Mr. 
Eshelman's  explosive  violence  would  seem  to  indicate 
that  Mr.  Sproule's  appeal  is  both  pertinent  and  timely; 
for  few.  we  suspect,  would  be  willing  to  take  a  case 
before  a  court — or  a  commission — whose  presiding 
head  is  in  the  state  of  mind  manifested  by  Mr.  Eshel- 
man's attitude  toward  Mr.  Sproule  and  the  interest  he 
represents.  

Those  who  have  observed  the  tentative  diplomacies 
of  the  Johnson-Lissner  machine  are  at  no  loss  to  under- 
stand the  motives  of  Mr.  Eshelman's  outburst.  Mr. 
Johnson,  either  for  one  reason  or  for  another,  does  not 
wish  again  to  be  a  candidate  for  the  governorship.  We 
say  for  one  reason  or  another,  which  may  include  be- 
sides many  other  things  Mr.  Johnson's  much-heralded 
need  "to  eat"  or  his  fears  of  defeat.  Now,  not  wishing, 
or  not  daring,  to  get  into  the  campaign  himself,  lie  has 
been   looking  about  for  an  available 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21,  1912 


report  has  it  that  he  has  hit  upon  Eshelman.  From  Mr. 
Johnson's  point  of  view  the  requirements  are  a  frenzied 
and  fanatical  mind  allied  with  prejudice  and  sub- 
serviency; and  Mr.  Eshelman  would  seem  precisely  to 
till  the  bill.  He  is  obviously  one  of  those  fire-eyed 
zealots  whose  idea  of  moral  and  political  progress 
is  to  break  down  something  or  to  punish  some- 
body.  Johnson  himself  came  into  the  governorship  as 
the  result  of  an  anti-railroad  campaign,  and  being  es- 
sentially a  man  limited  to  one  idea  at  a  time  he  can 
think  of  no  other  scheme  for  the  coming  campaign. 
That  times  and  conditions  have  changed — a  fact  ob- 
vious to  everybody  else — has  made  no  impression  upon 
his  mind.  He  is  still  "agin"  the  railroad,  right  or 
wrong.  He  thinks,  manifestly,  that  the  railroad  issue 
i-  a  "good  enough  Morgan"  for  another  campaign, 
and  while  as  above  suggested,  he  does  not  him- 
self intend  to  take  the  risk  he  ;s  willing  that  Eshel- 
man shall  have  a  try  at  it.  In  conformity  to  this  idea 
and  this  plan,  Mr.  Eshelman  is  now  trying  to  "get  a 
reputation,"  as  Jack  Johnson  would  say.  And  so  Mr. 
Eshelman  is  seizing  any  and  every  opportunity  that 
comes  his  way  to  get  himself  before  the  public  as  a 
railroad  hater  and  railroad  baiter.  His  hope  is  to  so 
identify  himself  with  Mr.  Johnson's  (this  time  not 
lack's,  but  Hiram's)  policies  that  it  will  not  be  too 
much  of  a  surprise  when  the  Bull-Moose  gubernatorial 
nomination  comes  his  way. 


We  do  not  believe  that  the  common  sense  and  the 
sense  of  justice  of  the  people  of  California  will  consent 
that  "the  railroad"  shall  continue  to  be  the  paramount 
issue  in  our  politics.  Whatever  the  railroad  issue  has 
been  in  the  past,  there  ought  to  be  no  grievous  railroad 
issue  now,  under  radically  changed  conditions.  If  there 
is — if  our  politics  is  still  to  be  dominated  and  con- 
founded by  this  issue — then  Mr.  Johnson's  scheme  of 
reform,  now  in  full  effect,  is  a  flat  failure.  If,  on  the 
one  hand,  we  may  believe  Mr.  Johnson,  who  claims  to 
have  "kicked  the  railroad  out  of  politics,"  or  on  the 
other  the  railroad  people  themselves,  who  claim  to  be — 
and  manifestly  are — out  of  politics,  there  is  now  no  rail- 
road issue  in  California.  Control  of  the  railroads,  not 
only  as  to  their  operation  and  rates,  but  in  matters  so 
minute  as  the  location  and  cost  of  a  station  house  and 
the  color  of  its  roof,  is  now  exercised  by  a  commission 
appointed  by  Governor  Johnson  himself.  It  would  seem 
that  further  details  of  regulation  should  be  left  to  this 
commission  and  not  be  made  the  subject  of  continous 
public  agitation.  The  railroads  are  now  fairly  un- 
der control.  They  themselves  accept  the  new  order 
of  things,  willingly  or  otherwise.  It  would  seem  that 
this  should  suffice,  at  least  for  the  present.  It  would 
seem  that  the  politics  of  the  state  might  now  properly 
address  itself  to  something  else. 


Whoever  has  closely  observed  the  operations  of  the 
public  mind,  in  California  or  elsewhere,  knows  that 
there  conies  a  time  when  every  "movement"  attains 
its  climax.  That  climax  obviously  has  been  reached 
in  California  as  regards  the  railroad  question.  To 
further  pursue  the  campaign  of  "reform"  after  all 
the  requirements  of  the  reform  programme  have  been 
achieved  tends  only  to  weary  and  disgust  the  public. 
There  is  liability,  indeed,  that  continued  agitation,  ob- 
viously reasonless  excepting  as  an  aid  to  factional  poli- 
tics, will  work  out  effects  precisely  contrary  to  those  de- 
sired by  the  reforming  politicians — effects,  indeed,  oppo- 
0  the  desires  of  those  who  would  like  to  see  the 
railroads  held  to  honest  and  equitable  policies  and 
kepi  out  of  politics.  It  will  not  lake  many  utterances 
like  thai  of  .Mr.  Eshelman  at  Berkeley  last  week  to 
convince  the  public  that  the  railroads  are  being  perse- 
cuted, that  they  are  being  assailed  and  mulcted  to  the 
end  thai  agitators  like  Johnson  and  Eshelman  may  make 
the  public  a  specious  parade  of  virtue  and  solici- 
tude. \\  hi  ii  vehement  and  violent  utterances  like  that 
of  Mr.  Eshelman  are  contrasted  with  the  calm  and  rea- 
ble  appeal  for  fair  play — only  for  fair  play — pre- 
sented by  Mr.  Sproule,  there  indubitably  arises  in  fair 
and  reasonable  minds  the  feeling  that  reform  is  running 
into  passion  an. I  madness,  Mos1  certainly  the  railroads, 
like  other  interests,  deserve  fair  play.  It  is  not  only 
intrinsically  right  that  they  should  he  treated  with 
equity,  hut  expedient  as  well.  For  if  the  railroads  are 
subject  lo  continuous  and  unfair  assault  their  credit 
«ill  be  destroyed,  and  without  credit  they  can  neithei 
make  the  extensions  and  betterments  essential  lo  the 
d'l  business  and  traffic  of  the  country  or  sustain 
hi  -nil  operations  upon  an  effective  plan.  Rail- 
.,.    i'ke    farming,   or   publishing,   or   hanking,    or 


manufacturing,  is  a  business,  and  it  can  not  be  pursued 
in  a  legitimate  way  unless  it  shall  have  the  support  of 
the  public,  on  the  one  hand,  and  fair  treatment  by  au- 
thority, on  the  other. 

Whoever  is  not  deaf  and  blind  to  events  must  see 
that  the  situation  as  regards  the  public  and  the  rail- 
roads has  been  changed  radically  within  the  past  two 
years.  The  railroads  are  under  private  ownership, 
but  the  conditions  of  their  operation  and  their  rates 
for  service  are  subject  to  orders,  either  from  the  Inter- 
state Commerce  Commission  or  the  State  Railroad 
Commission  or  from  both.  In  other  words,  the  rail- 
roads are  no  longer  free  agents,  but  have  been  made 
subject  to  a  definite,  continuous,  and  positive  regulation. 
Now,  having  brought  the  railroads  under  this  kind  of 
authority,  it  is  plainly  due  that  those  set  to  govern 
them  shall  be  honest,  impartial,  and  liberal-minded. 
They  have,  indeed,  a  right  to  protest  if  they  find  them- 
selves under  the  hand  of  prejudice,  a  spirit  of  vindictive 
hatred,  and  calculations  of  political  selfishness.  Mr. 
Eshelman's  attitude  as  betrayed  by  his  intemperate 
speech  before  the  Berkeley  Chamber  of  Commerce  pre- 
cisely illustrates  the  point.  A  man  in  his  state  of  mind 
— no  matter  whether  he  be  right  or  wrong  as  to  the 
precise  matters  at  issue — a  man  obviously  prejudiced, 
obviously  vindictive,  obviously  aiming  at  political  ef- 
fects, has  no  business  to  be  a  railroad  commissioner. 
Indeed  a  man  so  manifestly  incapable  of  controlling 
his  own  spirit  has  no  business  to  hold  authority  over 
anybody  or  anything.  That  such  a  man  is  the  chairman 
of  the  State  Railroad  Commission,  under  appointment 
from  Governor  Johnson,  and  that  after  such  an  exhibi- 
tion he  is  permitted  to  hpld  his  place,  is  a  mark  of  the 
spirit  of  our  present  state  administration.  It  makes 
high  professions,  but  at  the  same  time  it  seems 
wholly  devoid  of  moral  character.  That  it  names  and 
holds  in  place  an  obviously  unfit  man  like  Eshelman  is 
of  a  piece  with  its  disregard  of  the  law  in  the  election 
of  Senator  Works,  its  violation  of  every  rule  of  polit- 
ical decency  with  respect  to  Alden  Anderson,  its  corrup- 
tion of  members  of  the  legislature  with  engagements 
of  public  employment,  and,  most  recently  and  most 
shamelessly,  its  disfranchisement  of  the  Republican 
voters  of  the  state  in  the  late  presidential  election.  It 
is  in  keeping  that  a  political  organization  capable  of 
these  outrages  should  after  bringing  the  railroads  to 
the  bar  of  public  authority  set  up  in  judgment  upon 
them  a  man  of  bad  temper  and  of  biased  views.  Eager 
as  they  are  to  hold  the  railroads  to  reasonable  and 
proper  courses  and  to  keep  them  off  the  political  grass, 
the  people  of  California  surely  are  not  willing  to  see 
them  persecuted,  harassed,  and  embarrassed  by  small, 
mean,  and  selfish  creatures  under  the  name,  and  au- 
thority of  the  public. 

The  Remedial  Loan  Association. 

The  Remedial  Loan  Association  that  has  just  been 
started  in  San  Francisco  will  be  watched  with  high 
hopes  for  its  usefulness.  The  names  upon  its  di- 
rectorate, including  those  of  Mr.  William  H.  Crocker 
and  Mr.  Frank  B.  Anderson,  are  a  guaranty  of  stability 
and  of  rigid  business  methods,  while  the  aim  of  the 
association  will  commend  itself  alike  to  benevolence 
and  to  common  sense. 

The  association  proposes  to  lend  money  to  borrowers 
whose  social  position  would  otherwise  force  them  into 
the  hands  of  the  loan  sharks  and  the  financial  pirates 
who  fatten  on  the  human  necessities  that  are  none  the 
less  urgent  because  they  are  relatively  small.  But  there 
will  be  no  suspicion  of  charity  in  its  operations.  The 
Remedial  Loan  Association  intends  to  earn  a  profit,  and 
it  is  essential  that  it  should  earn  a  profit  if  its  bene- 
ficiaries are  to  preserve  their  self-respect.  To  this  end 
it  will  demand  security  for  its  loans  and  it  will  exact 
a  reasonable  rate  of  interest.  In  other  words,  it  will 
do  for  the  small  borrower  what  the  regular  banks  do 
for  the  large  borrower.  It  will  apply  the  same  condi- 
tions and  regulations,  it  will  be  governed  by  the  same 
financial  principles.  But  the  transactions  will  be  small 
instead  of  large. 

I  In-  association  will  have  justified  its  existence  if  it 
can  but  sweep  the  loan  sharks  from  the  city.  Almost 
without  exception  they  belong  to  the  most  pestilent 
brood  of  bloodsuckers  that  torment  civilization.  They 
not  only  charge  extortionate  rates  of  interest,  conceal- 
ing their  magnitude  by  a  system  of  weekly  or  monthly 
computation,  hut  they  exact  all  kinds  of  fees  and 
charges  under  the  pretense  of  investigation  and  inquiry. 
Their  victims  are  usually  unversed  in  business  methods. 
They  are  easily  persuaded  that  some  sort  of  moral  de- 


linquency is  involved  in  a  loan  and  consequently  they 
are  easily  bullied  or  bamboozled  into  ruinous  transac- 
tions. If  they  escape  at  all — and  very  often  they  never 
escape — it  is  to  realize  that  the  loan  shark  is  a  thou- 
sand times  greater  evil  than  the  misfortune  that  they 
evoked  his  aid  to  avert. 

The  necessity  for  a  loan  may,  of  course,  indicate  a 
moral  delinquency,  and  perhaps  we  are  too  apt  to  sup- 
pose that  it  does  when  the  borrower  happens  to  be  a 
poor  man.  But  there  is  no  reason  why  the  poor  man's 
necessity  should  not  be  as  legitimate  as  that  of  the 
rich  man,  and  as  a  matter  of  fact  credit  is  the  business 
backbone  of  the  country.  No  one  thinks  the  worse  of 
the  contractor  or  the  merchant  who  borrows  money  in 
order  to  take  advantage  of  an  opportunity.  Indeed  it 
is  assumed  that  he  is  doing  so.  There  is  no  reason 
why  the  poor  man  should  not  have  the  same  facilities 
and  equally  as  a  matter  of  course.  He  may  not  have 
much  security  to  offer,  but  then  on  the  other  he  does 
not  want  much  money.  His  security  may  be  only  of 
the  chattel  variety,  but  if  it  is  worth  the  money  asked 
it  is  just  as  respectable  as  any  other. 

But  the  association  will  probably  be  most  useful  to 
the  victims  of  misfortune,  to  those  who  have  little  or 
none  of  the  resources  that  enable  others  to  make  light 
of  adverse  winds.  Once  more  it  is  the  part  of  good 
business  to  help  such  people  and  to  keep  their  heads 
above  water.  An  illness,  an  accident,  an  operation, 
may  easily  embarrass  those  who  are  quite  solvent  and 
who  could  remain  solvent  with  a  little  of  that  kind  of 
practical  help  that  benefits  alike  the  giver  and  the  re- 
ceiver and  that  therefore  has  no  suggestion  of  charity 
about  it.  Other  cities  have  their  loan  associations  and 
the  best  results  have  followed  their  establishment. 
There  is  no  reason  to  doubt  that  the  San  Francisco  ex- 
periment will  be  equally  successful. 
» 

Party-Craft  and  State-Craft. 

The  inveterate  tendency  of  great  affairs,  including  the 
larger  arrangements  of  politics,  to  shape  themselves  in 
their  own  time  and  after  their  own  fashion  is  again 
illustrated  by  current  movements  in  the  political  sphere. 
An  effort  on  the  part  of  a  few  Republicans  at  Chicago 
to  reorganize  and  reequip  the  party  has  come  to  nothing 
— as  everybody  knew  it  would.  It  represented  nobody; 
and  nobody  of  any  particular  account  was  there.  Fur- 
thermore it  was  an  attempt  to  establish  new  lines  of 
policy  in  contempt  of  the  principle  which  insists  that 
lines  of  political  action  shall  establish  themselves.  It 
sought  to  get  on  arbitrarily  without  waiting  upon  the 
development  of  events  by  which  alone  political  policies 
are  forged  and  shaped. 

Observation  of  this  failure  has  brought  out  certain 
frank  and  timely  declarations  from  prominent  party 
men,  notably  one  from  Senator  Borah.  "We  can  not 
expect,"  says  Mr.  Borah,  "a  great  deal  in  the  way  of  a 
revival  of  power  until  we  submit  to  the  people  a  definite 
and  comprehensive  policy  in  regard  to  the  great  prob- 
lems of  the  day.  *  *  *  A  great  party  must  be  built 
up  on  a  great  principle  and  in  a  great  cause,  and  no 
political  party  is  ever  formidable  and  dominant  until 
its  rank  and  file  are  aroused." 

Proceeding  to  consideration  of  the  party  interests, 
Mr.  Borah  puts  aside  the  questions  which  the  more  radi- 
cal elements  in  the  party  regard  as  uppermost,  and 
takes  up  those  upon  which  "no  Conservative  and  no 
Progressive  can  refuse  to  consider  as  imminent  for 
solution."    He  says : 

Take  three — a  proper  system  of  national  taxation ;  the  re- 
habilitation of  our  financial  system ;  a  proper  and  effective 
treatment  of  the  subject  of  the  trusts.  The  political  party 
which  offers  the  country  a  comprehensive  and  effective  plan 
by  which  to  deal  with  these  matters  in  the  light  of  present 
conditions  will  have  no  trouble  in  commanding  the  support 
of  a  vast  majority  of  the  people  for  the  next  quarter  of  a 
century.  Without  this  we  will  all  be  in  the  quagmire  and 
broken  into  factions — and  this  condition  will  prevail  in  all 
parties.  What  we  want  is  an  issue,  and  we  want  that  issue 
to  be  policies  and  not  persons. 

Taking  up  the  issues  which  relate  to  the  Sherman 
law,  Senator  Borah  declares  that- two-thirds  of  the 
trust  question  is  "wrapped  up  in  a  proper  consideration, 
supervision,  and  limitation  of  the  charter  powers  of  the 
corporation."     In  conclusion : 

If  some  man  comes  forward  as  Lincoln  did  in  his  Blooming- 
ton  speech  with  a  simple  but  comprehensive,  fearless,  fair, 
and  statesmanlike  plan  to  deal  with  these  problem 
industrial  life  demands,  he  will  not  need  to  woi 
ganization.  He  will  not  need  to  sit  up  nights  we 
the  bosses.  The  American  people  will  take  < 
propositions.     This  is  my  idea  of  reorganization. 

In  Mr.  Borah's  view,  the  root  of  the  tru 
the  abuse  of  powers  under  the  corporation  1 
is  in  substantial  agreement  with  Mr.  Taft  a 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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though  he  has  not  approved  some  of  Mr.  Taft's  methods. 
In  his  (Borah's)  opinion,  the  Democrats  "are  not  likely 
to  do  much  with  respect  to  the  trust  issue  at  the 
first  session  of  the  new  Congress.  Their  love  for 
states'  rights,  he  says,  "will  almost  surely  prompt 
them  to  oppose  any  Federal  incorporation  meas- 
ure." Rejuvenation  of  the  party,  Senator  Borah 
thinks,  is  dependent  upon  future  action  rather  than 
upon  conferences.  If  the  factions  can  come  to- 
gether on  an  affirmative  policy  with  respect  to  the  trusts 
and  can  offer  the  country  something  better  than  any 
plan  to  be  developed  by  the  Democratic  party,  they 
will  have  no  difficulty  in  finding  an  issue  upon  which 
they  can  make  an  appeal  to  the  country. 

A  Recall  Rumor. 

There  may  be  more  than  one  reason  for  the  some- 
what querulous  note  of  discontent  with  the  recall  that 
the  New  York  Evening  Post  has  detected  in  some  of 
the  progressive  newspapers  of  California.  There  was 
a  time,  remarks  the  Evening  Post  reflectively  and  remi- 
niscently,  when  any  one  in  California  who  expressed 
doubts  as  to  the  wisdom  of  the  recall  was  denounced 
as  a  reactionary.  But  a  certain  change  has  now  passed 
over  the  spirit  of  the  progressive  dream.  One  of  the 
most  faithful  of  the  Johnsonian  newspapers  says  that 
"the  recall  is  too  easy  in  this  state."  It  is  still  a  "won- 
derfully democratic  and  just  instrument,  properly  ap- 
plied," but  that  is  just  where  the  rub  threatens  to  be- 
come a  blister.  For  the  recall  "properly  applied" 
means  only  one  thing.  It  means  the  recall  applied  by 
progressives  against  their  opponents.  Any  other  pro- 
cedure, a  reversal  of  the  process  for  example,  becomes 
black  treason  and  blasphemy  against  the  "wonderfully 
democratic  and  just  instrument."  Therefore  there 
ought  to  be  "some  sort  of  safeguard  against  its  great 
expense."  There  ought  to  be  a  remedy  against  those 
who  "mischievously  set  it  in  action,"  and  they  ought 
to  be  compelled  "to  guarantee  the  expense  of  the  elec- 
tion in  the  event  of  defeat."  There  is  much  more  to 
the  same  effect,  and  so  perhaps  the  Evening  Post  is 
correct  in  its  solution  of  a  problem  that  seems  at  first 
glance  to  be  something  in  the  nature  of  a  mea  culpa, 
a  change  of  heart,  and  a  recantation. 

The  progressives  are  afraid,  suggests  the  New  York 
writer,  that  the  recall  may  be  applied  to  Governor 
Johnson  himself.  It  is  a  horrid  thought  and  reminds 
us  of  the  untimely  fate  of  Dr.  Guillotin,  who  perished 
on  the  instrument  that  he  himself  had  invented  for 
use  upon  others.  No  protest  could  be  too  early  to  pre- 
vent such  a  misapplication  of  the  "wonderfully  demo- 
cratic and  just  instrument"  that  was  originally  intended 
as  a  progressive  weapon  and  without  a  thought  to  those 
other  and  proverbial  malefactors  who  are  "hoist  with 
their  own  petard." 

But  it  is  safe  to  predict  that  the  recall  will  not  be 
invoked  against  Governor  Johnson  on  the  ground  of 
his  continued  absence  from  the  state  as  suggested  by 
the  Evening  Post.  The  opinion  of  Governor  Johnson 
entertained  by  his  opponents  is  the  same  as  it  always 
was.  It  is  to  the  effect  that  Governor  Johnson  is  unfit 
for  his  position,  ethically,  intellectually,  and  in  every 
other  way,  and  that  he  ought  to  be  replaced  by  the 
regular  electoral  methods  applied  at  the  regular  time. 
But  Governor  Johnson  committed  no  impropriety  by 
absenting  himself  from  California  for  the  purpose  of 
conducting  his  campaign  for  the  vice-presidency.  Un- 
der the  circumstances  he  could  have  done  nothing  else. 
He  did  no  more  than  Governor  Wilson,  who  absented 
himself  from  New  Jersey.  He  did  no  more  than  any 
man  would  have  done,  and  must  have  done,  who  had 
been  selected  as  the  nominee  for  a  great  position.  Only 
the  small  parochial  mind  will  condemn  the  governor  for 
a  procedure  necessitated  by  exceptional  circumstances 
and  unescapable  under  those  circumstances.  The  Ar- 
gonaut disapproves  of  the  recall  both  in  theory  and 
in  practice.  But  to  invoke  it  under  such  conditions 
as  this  and  for  such  a  cause  would  be  peculiarly 
flagitious.  t 

Editorial  Notes. 

However  much  or  little  there  may  be  left  of  the 
Bull-Moose  party — and  nobody  knows  anything  about 
it  yet — Mr.  Roosevelt  is  still  its  guide,  philosopher,  and 
boss.  This  much  was  proved  at  the  "conference"  held 
at  Chicago  within  the  week.  Before  the  meeting  there 
had  been  more  or  less  caucusing  on  the  part  of  the 
minor  ones.  Mr.  Pinchot,  Mr.  Garfield,  and  some  others 
of  the  old  Tennis  Cabinet  had  made  up  their  minds 
with  respect  to  the  future  status  of  Mr.  Perkins.  He, 
with  his  record  as  an  insurance   magnate,  as  an  ex- 


member  of  the  firm  of  J.  P.  Morgan  &  Co.,  as  a  Steel 
Trust  director,  as  the  head  of  the  Harvester  Trust,  etc., 
is  a  load  to  carry.  To  the  plain  mind  he  appears  nothing 
better  than  the  rest  of  the  "trusties."  And  although  he 
has  served  the  holy  cause  well  in  its  need,  it  is  time  for 
him  to  step,  if  not  exactly  out,  at  least  to  one  side.  All 
this  was  discussed  more  or  less  openly  in  hotel  corri- 
dors and  elsewhere  before  the  conference  assembled 
in  connection  with  the  then  plan  to  move  the  party 
headquarters  from  New  York  to  Chicago.  The  pro- 
posal was  made  in  the  conference  and  enough  was  said 
to  make  it  plain  that  it  was  an  anti-Perkins  movement. 
When  this  fact  impressed  itself  on  Mr.  Roosevelt  he 
rose  in  a  mighty  wrath  and  proceeded  after  the  manner 
of  one  accustomed  to  be  obeyed  to  "straighten  things 
out."  He  was  for  his  friend  George,  no  matter  how 
many  trusts  with  which  he  might  be  affiliated,  and  noth- 
ing else  counted.  Mr.  Perkins  was  the  financial  head 
of  the  party ;  he  wanted  the  headquarters  in  New  York, 
and  so  it  should  be.  Pinchot,  Garfield,  and  the  rest 
of  the  Tennis  Cabinet,  like  so  many  whipped  spaniels, 
turned  tail  and  had  nothing  more  to  say.  The  party 
headquarters  remains  in  New  York,  where  Mr.  Perkins 
can  be  in  daily  observation  of  its  operations.  Mr. 
Roosevelt  so  decreed  because  Mr.  Perkins  so  wanted  it. 
And  this  was  all  the  conference  did. 


If  it  may  be  said  of  Whitelaw  Reid,  dead  at  the  age 
of  seventy-five,  that  life  gave  to  him  exceptional  op- 
portunities, and  that  the  god  of  circumstance  still 
further  served  and  endowed  him,  it  still  remains 
to  be  said  that  in  character,  in  energy,  and  in  sus- 
tained high  spirit,  he  fitted  himself  to  and  made 
the  most  of  these  advantages.  Mr.  Reid's  talents 
were  very  considerable.  They  wrought  out  for  him 
both  recognition  and  distinction  very  early  in  life  and 
they  sustained  him  through  the  trying  demands  of  a 
long  and  singularly  distinguished  career.  From  a  small 
editorship  in  an  Ohio  country  town  to  perhaps  the 
most  notable  diplomatic  post  in  the  world  was  a  far 
cry.  But  the  stages  of  progress  connecting  the  two 
were  regular  and  legitimate.  Mr.  Reid's  work  as  a 
war  correspondent  won  him  the  managing  editorship 
of  the  Tribune.  His  work  in  this  post,  in  due  course, 
earned  him  the  editorship  in  succession  to  Horace 
Greeley.  Among  other  blessings,  his  marriage  brought 
him  great  fortune,  which  to  many  a  man  of  already 
acquired  distinction  would  have  led  to  a  life  of  luxuri- 
ous ease.  But  multiplied  circumstances  of  fortune  in 
the  case  of  Mr.  Reid  proved  only  a  stimulant  to  higher 
efforts,  and  so  he  moved  on  through  one  rank  and  service 
to  another  to  the  great  official  post  in  which  he  died 
and  which  he  distinctly  adorned.  Here  in  California, 
where  Mr.  Reid  spent  part  of  each  year,  we  were  used  to 
regard  him  a  fellow-citizen  and  a  neighbor;  and  that 
he  most  graciously  sustained  this  character  is  a  fact 
familiar  to  all  who  shared  in  the  honor  and  pleasure 
of  his  acquaintance.  Competent  and  sufficient  in  great 
affairs,  as  his  career  abundantly  demonstrates,  Mr. 
Reid  was  at  the  same  time  always  considerate  and 
gracious  in  small  affairs.  He  commanded  not  only 
respect  on  the  score  of  his  achievements  and  dignities, 
but  the  affection  and  good-will  due  to  individual  worth 
and  the  friendly  offices  of  private  life. 


The  English  suffragette  complains  bitterly  that 
women,  idiots,  and  criminals  should  be  classified  as 
electoral  incompetents.  Her  latest  device  to  prove  her 
political  capacity  is  to  burn  immense  numbers  of  private 
letters  by  setting  fire  to  the  contents  of  the  street-corner 
boxes,  but  according  to  recent  reports  the  public  re- 
mains stubbornly  unconvinced  in  spite  of  so  conclusive 
a  demonstration  of  dignity  and  intelligence.  Now  per- 
haps it  would  be  almost  too  harsh  to  express  a  hope 
that  the  letter-burning  suffragette  will  eventually  get 
justice.  Justice  is  the  last  thing  that  charity  will  hope 
for  any  one,  but  none  the  less  these  latest  exploits  may 
produce  a  change  in  public  opinion  so  far  as  the  odious 
classification  of  women,  idiots,  and  criminals  is  con- 
cerned. That  is  to  say,  the  English  public  may  come 
to  the  conclusion  that  the  enfranchised  idiot  and  the 
enfranchised  criminal  would  be  insignificant  evils  in 
comparison   with  the  enfranchised   suffragette. 


The  Rev.  Walter  H.  Cambridge,  whose  letter  appears 
in  another  column,  has  a  welcome  word  of  con- 
firmation for  the  opinion  expressed  more  than  once  in 
the  Argonaut  that  vice  conditions  in  San  Francisco 
compare  favorably  with  those  existing  in  other  cities  of 
like  size.  Unquestionably  more  might  be  done.  More 
might   always   be   done   everywhere   in   furtherance   of 


morality.  Vice  can  be  stripped  of  its  allurements.  It 
can  be  compelled  to  appear  in  its  proper  ugliness  and 
without  its  present  appeal  to  the  spirit  of  amusement 
and  adventure.  But  San  Francisco  docs  at  least  do 
something  and  therefore  it  has  a  right  to  resent  the 
pillory  in  which  its  pharasaical  censors  are  always  so 
ready  to  place  it,  and  that  could  be  used  with  so  much 
greater  advantage  elsewhere.  But  Mr.  Cambridge  is 
distinctly  right,  although  irrelevant,  when  he  says  that 
the  city  has  allowed  the  Barbary  Coast  to  become  a 
show  place  and  a  familiar  resort,  the  topic  of  conversa- 
tion and  of  familiar  discussion.  So  far  from  trying  to 
hide  it  as  we  would  any  other  kind  of  disease,  it  is 
made  an  object  of  curiosity  and  display,  one  of  the 
"sights  of  the  city,"  one  of  the  spectacles  that  the  visitor 
"ought  to  see."  

Mrs.  Susan  L.  Mills  lived  long  enough  to  see  a  com- 
plete revolution  in  the  educational  field  in  which  she 
had  labored  for  over  sixty-five  years.  Probably  she 
never  realized  how  complete  that  revolution  was,  since 
a  certain  amount  of  detachment  is  necessary  to  a  full 
recognition  of  change.  And  Mrs.  Mills,  in  spite  of  her 
great  age,  was  never  detached  from  her  work.  She 
never  allowed  her  influence  over  Mills  College  to  wane. 
She  preserved  her  educational  ideals  to  the  end,  and 
perhaps  she  was  hardly  aware  of  the  extent  to  which 
the  great  scholastic  world  around  her  had  moved  away 
from  those  ideals  and  into  another  atmosphere.  When 
Mrs.  Mills  began  to  teach  in  1845  the  causes  of  educa- 
tion and  of  religion  were  supposed  to  be  inseparably 
connected,  and  with  education  in  the  subsidiary  posi- 
tion. The  school  was  a  sort  of  feeder  to  the  church, 
and  every  educational  enthusiasm  was  supposed  to 
grow  from  a  religious  soil.  That  education  and  re- 
ligion now  stand  independently  of  each  other  is  to  the 
benefit  of  each,  but  Mrs.  Mills  always  cherished  the 
tradition  of  her  youth,  she  always  associated  the  school  ' 
and  the  church  as  parts  of  the  same  thing.  It  is  now 
thirty-one  years  since  the  establishment  of  Mills  Col- 
lege. It  has  become  one  of  the  pioneer  landmarks  in 
the  mental  life  of  the  state  and  there  seems  no  reason 
why  the  coming  years  should  rob  it  of  any  of  its  dis- 
tinguished usefulness. 


LETTERS  TO  THE  EDITOR. 


The  Barbary  Coast. 

San  Mateo,  December  14th. 

Editor  Argonaut:  I  have  read  your  article  on  "The 
Mayor  and  the  'Coast'  "  with  interest,  and  feel  sure  that  what 
you  say  concerning  San  Francisco's  vice  compared  with  that 
of  other  cities  will  on  the  whole  commend  itself  to  intelligent 
and  traveled  observers.  But  when  we  say  that  "the  Barbary 
Coast,  broadly  speaking,  is  not  a  temptation  to  the  young, 
seeing  that  those  who  go  there  do  so  for  a  specific  purpose," 
are  we  not  exaggerating  and  on  debatable  ground  ? 

Of  the  Yoshiwara,  in  Tokyo,  this  might  be  said ;  where 
there  is  no  dancing,  where  drink  and  propinquity  do  not  lead 
the  boy  who  is  out  to  see  the  sights  into  what  he  had  resolved 
not  to  do.  But  in  American  resorts  are  there  not  several 
specific  purposes  ?  I  agree  with  you  that  the  segregation  of 
these  evils,  inevitably  associated  with  city  life,  is  well  at- 
tempted in  San  Francisco  and  that  the  general  freedom  of 
the  public  from  sights  to  offend  is  noticeable  in  comparison 
with  Boston,  New  York,  or  Chicago.  But  there  are  two  con- 
ditions here  which  are  not  present,  so  far  as  I  know,  in  the 
other  cities  ;  conditions  which  enhance  tremendously  the  lure 
of  the  Barbary  Coast  to  boys  and  young  men. 

Vice  is  there  dispensed  under  conditions  which  encourage 
even  schoolboys  to  gratify  the  curiosity  which  is  a  phenome- 
non of  adolescence  and  is  always  a  strong  factor  in  a  boy's 
departure  from  virtue.  A  great  assistance  in  removing  tempta- 
tion would  be  the  removal  of  easy  access  to  vice — measuring 
in  money  as  well  as  in  distance. 

Cheap  and  even  repulsive  as  these  resorts  are — their  sur- 
roundings and  equipment  suggesting  only  the  presence  of 
those  whose  attendance  has  already  impoverished  them,  and 
with  no  novel  or  interesting  features — they  are  visited  by 
those  whose  opportunities  of  wealth,  education,  and  society 
ought  to  make  what  they  see  unspeakably  horrible  to  them. 
It  is  inevitable  that  tourists  should  "go  slumming."  To  visit 
the  haunts  of  vice — disgustingly  monotonous  as  they  are  the 
world  over — seems  to  be  the  object  of  a  large  percentage  of 
travelers.  But  I  know  of  no  other  city  where  the  resorts 
such  as  fill  the  "Coast"  are  visited,  talked  about,  treated  as 
though  a  part  of  legitimate  society  life,  as  they  are  with  us. 
That  they  are  thus  recognized  changes  the  attitude  of  youth 
toward  them.  They  are  sores  in  the  social  body;  and  it  is 
not  a  healthy  condition  which  permits  them  to  be  talked  about 
and  exploited,  as  the  ill-bred  display  and  discuss  physical 
distortion.  That  they  are  so  treated,  and  that  what  they  offer 
is  within  the  means  of  schoolboys,  and  in  places  visited  by 
those  they  know,  both  men  and  women,  make  conditions  not 
just  as  they  are  where  resorts  of  the  same  sort  are  frequented 
only  by  those  financially  and  socially  reduced. 

There  is  no  better  medicine  for  the  boy  who  thinks  he 
would  like  to  "try  a  vice  or  two"  than  that  he  be  taken  to  see 
vice  in  its  den,  provided  he  be  shown  enough,  and  guided  by 
one  whom  he  respects,  so  that  his  gorge  shall  rise.  But  how 
are  we  thus  to  make  the  monster  hideous  when  this  section 
of  the  city  which  you  describe  as  a  pesthousc  is  talked  and 
laughed  over  at  dinner-tables,  visited  and  even  imitated  as 
though  it  were  ail  a  comedv,  instead  of  a  tragedy  worse  than 
death  ? 

These  two  conditions,  one  easily  remedied  and  serious 
chiefly  as  the  result  of  the  other,  which  is  a  problem  of 
social  regeneration,  make  the  way  difficult  for  those  intelli- 
gently attempting  to  curb  and  minimize  vice  in  San  Francisco. 

These  matters  are  apart  from  the  questions  taken  up  in 
your  editorial,  but  they  ought  to  protect  us  from  falling  into 
any    smug   satisfaction    with    things   as    they  I    have 

ventured    to    discuss    them    in    a    letter    in    tl  >ou 

will  some  time  call  attention  to  the  side  alily 

on  which  they  are  a  blot.  W  u.  I 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


The  financial  correspondent  in  London  of  the  New  York 
Evening  Post  sends  a  dispatch  to  his  paper  in  order  to  explain 
why  the  London  Stock  Exchange  was  afraid  that  a  European 
war  would  result  from  the  Balkan  troubles.  It  seems  that 
New  York  financiers  were  inclined  to  make  light  of  the  situa- 
tion and  to  jeer  mildly  at  their  European  confreres  for  their 
timidity.  War  was  unlikely,  maintained  the  American  finan- 
ciers, because  "practically  all  the  European  governments  and 
crowned  heads  were  in  favor  of  peace."  But  the  European 
authorities,  being  closer  to  the  danger  point  and  perhaps  more 
mindful  of  the  Scriptural  warning  to  "put  not  your  trust  in 
"  refused  to  be  reassured.  The  danger,  says  the  Even- 
ing Post  correspondent,  was  believed  to  come  not  from  gov- 
ernments or  kings,  but  from  the  people.  There  was  a  likeli- 
hood of  their  "getting  out  of  hand,"  which  is  precisely  the 
point  urged  more  than  once  in  this  column.  The  foolish  old 
fallacy  that  the  people  are  driven  into  war  by  kings  and  by 
the  heartless  machinations  of  statesmen  is  so  very*  foolish 
that  we  ought  to  hear  no  more  of  it.  The  dangers  of  war 
.  mainly  from  democracies,  and  not  from  aristocracies  or 
royalties.  And  the  dangers  of  war  will  increase  with  the 
strength  of  democracies,  as  the  individual  citizen  becomes 
more  and  more  able  to  translate  his  unreasoning  passions 
and  patriotisms  into  action.  It  is  popular  passion  that  makes 
war  nowadays.  

If  Lord  Rosebery  had  been  more  of  a  practical  statesman 
he  might  have  been  prime  minister  of  England  at  the  present 
moment,  and  probably  would  have  been,  but  we  should  have 
missed  many  delightful  incursions  into  art.  literature,  and 
things  in  general  that  are  now  so  peculiarly  associated  with 
his  name.  During  the  course  of  a  recent  speech  on  "Books 
and  the  Man"  Lord  Rosebery  found  occasion  to  criticize  mod- 
ern sculpture  and  the  modern  newspaper.  Why,  he  asked, 
does  the  sculptor  think  it  necessary  to  create  "a  huge  crowd 
of  female  figures  of  massive  and  voluminous  veiling  and 
shrouding  altogether  the  central  figure?"  A  group  of  statuary- 
should  be  wholly  allegorical  or  wholly  otherwise,  and  in  no 
case  should  subsidiary  figures  be  able  to  claim  a  larger  share 
of  attention  than  the  presentment  of  the  person  it  is  intended 
to  honor.  On  the  subject  of  newspapers  the  speaker  seemed 
to  be  filled  with  wonder  that  they  should  suppose  it  profitable 
to  be  so  silly.  A  year  ago  the  London  newspapers  were  en- 
grossed with  two  absorbing  topics.  These  two  topics  engaged 
all  their  receptiveness.  The  first  was  wrhether  we.  should  eat 
standard  bread,  whatever  that  may  be.  The  second  wTas 
whether  our  food  should  be  cooked  in  paper  bags,  and  it  will 
be  remembered  that  some  echo  of  the  latter  controversy 
reached  America.  There  were  even  books  written  about  it. 
But  today  no  one  eats  standard  bread — at  least  not  wilfully — 
and  certainly  no  one  cooks  in  paper  bags.  But  was  the  public 
really  interested  in  these  weighty  questions  to  the  exclusion 
of  much  of  the  news  of  the  day  ?  It  is  hard  to  believe  it. 
The  public  suffers  in  silence,  but  its  silence  should  not  be 
assumed  to  be  that  of  joy.  It  may  not  complain  audibly  when 
it  pays  its  good  coin  for  a  so-called  newspaper  only  to  find 
that  a  large  portion  of  the  space  is  devoted  to  the  votes  cast 
by  nurse  maids  and  the  like  for  the  most  popular  policeman. 
But  the  public  complains  inaudibly  and  helplessly.  It  may 
change  its  newspaper,  but  it  will  only  be  a  change  from  one 
i  drivel   to  another. 

A  writer  in  the  Manchester  Guardian  helps  us  to  understand 
something  of  racial  feeling  in  eastern  Europe.  His  wife  en- 
LaLt-d  a  nurse  girl  who  happened  to  be  a  Bulgarian — and,  by 
ihe  way,  how  rarely  we  meet  with  Bulgarians.  Coming  on  the 
Lirl  unawares  while  she  was  crooning  songs  to  her  infant 
charge,  the  mother  had  the  curiosity  to  listen,  and  this  was 
the   song : 

Oh.  mv  darling  ! 

Baby    Effendi ! 

Thou  art  an  apple, 

Thou  art  a  rose. 

When  thou  art  grown 

Thou  shalt  slay  many  Turks. 

The  words  were  improvised  and  without  much  thought  to 
the  incongruity  of  the  quiet  rural  setting  or  to  the  improba- 
bility that  an  eight-months-old  English  baby  would  ever  grow 
up  to  "slay  many  Turks,"  just  for  the  fun  of  the  thing,  so  to 
speak.  

The  public  mind  nowadays  is  occupied  almost  exclusively 
with  solemn  sillinesses  and  portentous  hypocrisies.  There  is 
no  greater  crime  than  to  state  an  unpleasant  fact,  no  greater 
virtue  than  to  proclaim  some  popular  lie.  But  from  the  biog- 
rapher we  expect  belter  things,  because  he  is  also  an  his- 
lorian,  and  from  the  biographer  of  the  better  class  we  do  in- 
deed get  better  things.  But  he  gives  them  to  us  at  his  peril. 
And  his  peril  increases  with  the  social  importance  of  his  sub- 
ject.    If  it  is  wrong  to  speak  ill  of  the  dead  it  is  a  thousand 

worse  to  speak  ill  of  the  distinguished  dead,  as  Sir 
Sidney  Lee.  the  biographer  of  King  Edward,  is  now  discover- 
ing to  hi;,  cost  Not  that  Sir  Sidney  spoke  ill  of  the  king 
unless  it  was  speaking  ill  of  him  to  say  that  he  was  human 
and  that  there  were  limitations  alike  to  his  virtue  and  to 
his  intellect.  But  we  are  now  told  that  "a  very  exalted  lady" 
has    taken    deep   umbrage   at    the   biography    and    that   she    has 

-o  far  as  to  ask  for  a  public  apology  from  the  author." 

Bui  upon  what  grounds  can  the  poor  scribe  base  his  apology? 

He   can    not   withdraw    his    facts,   seeing   that   he   proved  them, 

■n    opinions   be    retracted    even  at    the    word   of  command 

very  exalted  lady."     If  Sir  Sidney  Lee  is  actually  forced 

-    knees  the  best  that  he  can  do  is  to  express  his  humble 

-  that  he  should  have  been  misguided  into  telling  the 
iruth.  


an  estimate,  but  M.  Roche  reminds  us,  as  a  basis  for  calcula- 
tion, that  the  Franco-German  war  cost  about  $1,665,000  a  day, 
but  the  price  of  living — also  of  dying — has  gone  up  since  then. 
Today  a  general  mobilization  would  cost  about  $1,000,000,000 
for  the  first  two  months,  with  a  minimum  of  $6,000,000  a 
day  after  two  months.  This  would  cover  the  bare  military' 
expenses  for  twenty  million  men,  but  of  course  the  actual  cost 
would  be  vastly  greater,  seeing  that  commerce  and  agriculture 
would  come  at  once  to  a  standstill. 


M.  Jules   Roche,  the  French  warns  his  country- 

men   tb.it         European    war    would    be    an    expensive    luxury 


The  newly  published  diary  of  Queen  Victoria  repeats  an 
already  well-known  story  of  Napoleon  and  Mme.  de  Stael. 
The  queen  says  that  Lord  Melbourne  knew  Mme.  de  Stael  well 
and  thought  highly  of  her,  although  she  "had  a  great  deal  of 
folly."  Then  Lord  Melbourne  told  the  queen  that  upon  one 
occasion  when  Mme.  de  Stael  had  been  making  a  long  dis- 
course to  Napoleon  he  interrupted  her  suddenly  with  the  ques- 
tion, "Est-ce  que  vous  nourissez  vos  enfants  ?"  Probably 
the  question  was  a  precise  expression  of  Napoleon's  opinion 
of  Mme.  de  Stael  and  of  the  legitimate  functions  of  women  in 
general.  

Two  items  of  information  from  the  European  press  will 
serve  to  show  the  spread  of  socialism  and  the  forms  that  it 
takes.  Speaking  in  the  French  Chamber,  M.  Messimy,  minis- 
ter of  wTar  in  the  cabinet  of  M.  Caillaux,  declared  that  when 
the  nation  was  forced  last  year  to  face  the  prospect  of 
mobilization  the  government  found  it  necessary  to  take  spe- 
cial precautions  against  an  outbreak  at  home.  The  danger 
was  from  the  General  Confederation  of  Labor,  whose  efforts 
bad  been  directed  toward  a  paralysis  of  the  military  heart  of 
the  country.  It  had  been  necessary  to  organize  special  dis- 
ciplinary companies,  to  which  all  dangerous  men  had  been 
assigned,  and  while  a  certain  improvement  in  temper  had  now 
to  be  noted  there  were  still  eighty  thousand  cases  of  insubordi- 
nation to  be  investigated,  all  of  them  due  to  the  subversive 
activities  of  the  General  Confederation  of  Labor. 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


The  other  illustration  comes  from  England.  At  the  Essex 
Ruri-Decanal  Conference  when  the  housing  problem  in  rural 
districts  was  discussed  it  was  moved  by  the  Vicar  of  Thaxted 
that  socialism  was  the  only  remedy  for  the  lot  of  the 
laborer.  Every  clergyman  in  the  room  voted  for  the  motion. 
It  is  not  given  us  to  know*  what  a  ruri-decanal  conference  is, 
nor  of  how  many  clergymen  it  consists,  but  it  is  certain  that 
they  all  belonged  to  the  Episcopal  Church,  which  is  usually  a 
bulwark  of  conservatism,  and  especially  so  in  country*  districts. 
And  yet  at  this  particular  gathering  of  Episcopal  clergymen 
there  was  not  one  dissentient  vote  to  a  socialistic  motion. 


Twelve  men  are  now  under  arrest  in  England  upon  a  charge 
of  "faking"  rare  books  for  the  purpose  of  swindling  Ameri- 
cans. The  method  of  procedure  was  to  send  out  attractively 
worded  circulars  offering  rare  and  valuable  books  for  about 
a  fourth  of  what  they7  would  be  worth  if  they  were  genuine. 
The  American  market  proved  so  good  that  the  gang  is  said  to 
have  made  a  profit  of  about  $2,500,000  during  the  last  five 
years.  Now  it  is  probably  useless  to  try'  to  protect  folly 
against  itself  or  to  interfere  between  the  gold  brick  and  the 
dupe.  But  perhaps  it  may  be  said  advantageously  that  no 
valuable  old  book,  no  real  prize,  is  ever  advertised.  Every 
dealer  in  such  wares  knows  exactly  where  to  go  when  the 
gods  have  been  good  to  him  and  have  sent  a  literary  treasure 
his  way.  There  is  always  an  instant  market  for  such  wares, 
and  the  fact  that  a  volume  is  advertised  by  circular  or  other- 
wise is  in  itself  a  proof  that  some  purchaser  must  be  found 
who  is  unable  to  judge  for  himself  as  to  the  genuineness  of 
what  is  offered.  

Every  one  has  heard  of  Nana  Sahib,  who  caused  the  Cawn- 
pore  massacre.  At  least  the  novelist  has  done  his  whole  duty 
by  this  unspeakable  wretch,  and  perhaps  a  little  more  than  his 
duty.  But  no  one  is  quite  sure  what  became  of  the  Nana. 
He  is  supposed  to  have  wandered  away  into  the  marshes  of 
Nepal  and  to  have  died  of  fever,  but  there  has  never  been 
any  proof,  no  death  certificate,  so  to  speak.  Now  comes 
a  correspondent  of  the  London  Standard  who  says  he  has  re- 
liable evidence  that  the  Nana  was  smuggled  out  of  India  into 
England  and  that  he  lived  in  hiding  in  a  farmhouse  in  Ox- 
fordshire. The  official  who  helped  him  to  escape  became 
wealthy  from  some  unknow-n  source,  as  did  the  farmer  in 
whose  house  he  lived.  After  a  time  the  Nana  again  disap- 
peared, and  this  time  finally,  the  suggestion  being  that  he  was 
murdered  after  paying  away  all  the  money  that  he  had.  The 
Standard  correspondent  makes  his  statement  in  the  hope  of 
discovering  further  evidence  and  we  are  led  to  infer  that  he 
will  presently  publish  what  he  now  has. 

Sidney  G.  P.  Coryx. 


Since  the  first  whitecap  organization  was  formed  in 
Monroe  County,  Indiana,  over  forty  years  ago.  the  term. 
"Old  Alibi,"  has  been  common  in  the  district.  When 
a  whitecapper  was  arrested,  or  charged  with  a  crime, 
the  saying  was,  "  'Old  Alibi1  will  save  him,"  meaning 
that  members  of  the  clan  would  swear  that  at  the  time 
the  whitecapping  took  place  the  particular  member 
charged  with  participation  was  miles  away  from  the 
scene  of  the  raid. 


Last  week  the  corner-stone  of  a  beautiful  Lincoln 
fountain  was  laid  in  Gainesville,  Georgia.  For  several 
years  the  Lincoln  Memorial  Association  of  Georgia,  of 
which  Mrs.  Helen  D.  Longstreet,  widow  of  Lieutenant- 
General  Longstreet,  is  president,  has  been  busy  in 
planning  this  fountain  in  honor  of  Lincoln. 


It  has  lately  been  estimated  that  the  number  of  re- 
cruits available  for  the  French  armv  has  been  reduced 
military   conditions   have   changed   so   much    from  238.000  in   1906  to  215,000  in*1911    owin°-  to  the 
rears  that  it  is  by  no  means  easy  to  make    diminution  of  the  birth  rate  in  France. 


A  Christmas  Hymn. 
It  was  the  calm  and  silent  night! 

Seven   hundred  years   and  fifty-three 
Had  Rome  been  growing  up  to  might. 
And  now  was  Queen  of  land  and  sea. 
No  sound  was  heard  of  clashing  wars : 

Peace  brooded  o'er  the  hushed  domain  ; 
Apollo,  Pallas,  Jove,  and  Mars, 

Held  undisturbed  their  ancient  reign. 

In  the  solemn  midnight 

Centuries  ago. 

'Twas  in  the  calm  and  silent  night ! 

The  senator  of  haughty  Rome 
Impatient  urged  his  chariot's  flight. 

From  lordly   revel   rolling  home. 
Triumphant  arches  gleaming  swell 

His  breast  with  thoughts  of  boundless  sway  ; 
What  recked  the  Roman  what  befell 

A  paltry  province  far  away. 

In  the  solemn  midnight 
Centuries  ago  ! 

Within  that  province  far  away 

Went  plodding  home  a  weary  boor : 
A  streak  of  light  before  him  lay, 

Fall'n  through  a  half-shut  stable  door 
Across  his  path.     He  passed — for  naught 

Told  what  was  going  on  within  ; 
How  keen  the  stars!  his  only  thought; 

The  air  how  calm  and  cold  and  thin, 

In  the  solemn  midnight 

Centuries  ago ! 

O  strange  indifference  ! — low  and  high 

Drowsed  over  common  joys  and  cares: 
The  earth  was  still — but  knew  not  ^hy ; 

The  world  was  listening — unawares. 
How  calm  a  moment  may  precede 

One  that  shall  thrill  the  world  for  ever  ! 
To  that  still  moment  none  would  heed, 

Man's  doom  was  linked,  no  more  to  sever. 
In  the   solemn   midnight 
Centuries  ago. 

It  is  the  calm  and  solemn  night ! 

A  thousand  bells  ring  out,  and  throw 
Their  joyous  peals  abroad,  and  smite 

The  darkness,  charmed  and  holy  now. 
The  night  that  erst  no  name  had  worn, 

To  it  a  happy  name  is  given; 
For  in  that  stable  lay  new-born 

The  peaceful  Prince  of  Earth  and  Heaven, 
In   the   solemn  midnight 

Centuries  ago.  — Alfred  Domett. 


Christmas  Bells. 
I  heard  the  bells  on  Christmas  Day 
Their   old,    familiar   carols  play. 

And  wild  and  sweet 

The  words  repeat 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men  ! 

And  thought  how,  as  the  day  had  come. 
The   belfries  of  all   Christendom 

Had  rolled  along 

The  unbroken  song 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men ! 

Till,   ringing,  singing  on  its  way. 

The  world  revolved  from  night  to  day, 

A  voice,  a  chime, 

A  chant  sublime. 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men! 

Then   from   each  black,   accursed   mouth 
The  cannon  thundered  in  the  South, 

And  with  the  sound 

The  carols  drowned 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men  ! 

It  was  as  if  an  earthquake  rent 
The  hearth-stones  of  a  continent, 

And   made   forlorn 

The  households  born 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men! 

And  in  despair  I  bowed  my  head; 
"There  is  no  peace  on  earth/*   I   said, 

"For  hate  is  strong. 

And   mocks   the   song 
Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men  !" 

Then  pealed  the  bells  more  loud  and  deep: 
"God  is  not  dead,  nor  doth  He  sleep  ! 

The   Wrong  shall   fail, 

The    Right   prevail, 
With  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men  !'* 

— Henry  IVadszvorth  Longfellou. 


Santa  Claus. 
He  comes  in  the  night!     He  comes  in  the  night! 

He  softly,  silently  comes  ; 
While  the  little  brown  heads  on  the  pillows  so  white 

Are  dreaming  of  bugles  and  drums. 
He  cuts  through  the  snow  like  a  ship  through  the  foam. 

While  the  white  flakes  around  him  whirl ; 
Who  tells  him   I  know  not,  but  he  findeth   the   home 

Of  each  good  little  boy  and  girl. 

His  sleigh  it  is  long,  and  deep,  and  wide ; 

It  will  carry  a  host  of  things. 
While  dozens  of  drums  hang  over  the  side. 

With   the  sticks  sticking  under  the  strings. 
And  yet  not  the  sound  of  a  drum  is  heard. 

Not  a  bugle  blast   is  blown, 
As  he  mounts  to  the  chimney-top  like__a  bird. 

And  drops  to  the  hearth  like  a  stone. 

The   little   red  stockings   he   silently   fills, 

Till  the  stockings  will  hold  no  more  ; 
The  bright  little  sleds  for  the  great  snow  hills 

Are  quickly  set  down  on  the  floor. 
Then   Santa   Claus  mounts  to  the  roof  like  a  bird. 

And  glides  to  his  seat  in   the  sleigh  ; 
Not  the  sound  of  a  bugle  or  drum  is  heard 

As  he  noiselessly  gallops  away. 

He  rides  to   the   East,  and  he  rides  to  the   West, 

Of  his  goodies  he   touches  not   one  ; 
He  eateth  the  crumbs  of  the   Christmas  feast 

When   the   dear   little  folks   are   done. 
Old  Santa  C'aus  doeth  all  that  he  can  ; 

This  beautiful  mission  is  his; 
Then,  children,  be  good  to  the  little  old  man. 

When  yc      "    '      !       '        -  -  — 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


409 


THE  NEW  YORK  POLICE  DRAG-NET. 


Spoils   from   the    Depths    Brought   Up   in  All    Seasons,  but 
with  Stealth  and  Cunning. 


Evidence  of  value  is  being  accumulated  by  the  Cur- 
ran  aldermanic  committee  investigating  police  graft. 
It  corroborates  the  testimony  in  the  cases  of  Becker 
and  the  four  gun-men,  and  it  goes  farther  in  establish- 
ing facts  concerning  general  knowledge  of  official  cor- 
ruption that  should  produce  beneficial  results.  For  one 
thing  it  proves  that  the  extortions  practiced  in  the  pro- 
tection of  vice  are  not  secret  and  sporadic ;  they  are 
general,  and  they  are,  as  of  necessity  they  must  be, 
known  to  every  member  of  the  police  force  who  goes 
on  duty  in  the  congested  districts.  Not  gambling  places 
but  disorderly  houses  of  a  meaner  and  more  dangerous 
sort  are  the  subjects  of  the  latest  development  in  the 
big  scandal,  and  the  close  connection  of  interest  illus- 
trates the  ingenious  perfection  of  the  system  under 
which  the  forces  of  law  and  order  gain  promotion  and 
wealth. 

One  of  the  witnesses  before  the  committee  was  the 
proprietor  of  a  resort  w-ho  had  been  the  especial  object 
of  police  attention.  Her  story  was  a  long  one,  but  cir- 
cumstantial, giving  names,  dates,  and  places,  and  impli- 
cating detectives,  inspectors,  patrolmen,  saloon-keepers, 
and  a  wholesale  liquor-dealer.  It  is  admitted  that  at 
the  time  she  held  the  interest  of  the  investigators  a 
charge  against  her  was  under  consideration  in  court, 
but  the  case  has  been  dismissed  at  the  request  of  the 
aldermanic  committee.  Her  statement  that  she  had  left 
the  city  at  the  time  of  the  Becker  trial  to  avoid  the 
danger  of  being  summoned  as  a  witness  was  an  im- 
portant bit  of  her  experience,  and  that  she  was  warned 
by  the  police  and  told  to  go  to  New  Jersey  to  be  out 
of  the  reach  of  a  subpcena  added  to  its  force.  She  had 
paid  $60  a  month  regularly  for  being  let  alone,  but  had 
not  received  the  protection  promised.  While  the  Rosen- 
thal murder  case  was  in  its  first  stages  her  flat  of  seven 
rooms  had  been  the  scene  of  a  wild  Western  hold-up, 
under  the  personal  direction  of  Gib  the  Blood.  All 
the  money  and  jewelry  in  her  house  was  taken,  and 
when  the  robbers  were  arrested  she  was  warned  that 
she  had  better  make  no  appearance  against  them.  Her 
house  was  raided,  as  a  stern  reminder  of  what  she 
might  expect,  and  the  demonstration  securing  her 
silence  the  gun-men  were  never  brought  to  trial. 

The  head  of  the  syndicate  in  control  of  this  species 
of  graft  is,  according  to  her  testimony,  a  beer-bottler, 
who  has  an  arrangement  with  the  force  that  gives  him 
a  monopoly  of  this  branch  of  the  liquor  trade  with  the 
disorderly  houses.  Wherever  one  of  his  wagons  stops 
to  deliver  beer  the  place  may  be  marked  down  as  of  a 
vicious  character.  No  new  place  may  be  opened  with- 
out his  consent  and  a  verbal  contract  for  supplies  from 
him.  Through  his  influence,  with  a  physician  of  re- 
puted good  standing  to  furnish  the  necessary  reference, 
the  proprietors  of  the  dives  secure  all  necessary  assist- 
ance. At  least,  they  are  allowed  to  begin  business  and 
to  continue  as  long  as  the  ordinary  and  extraordinary 
demands  of  the  grafters  are  promptly  met.  It  is  con- 
ceded by  those  qualified  to  estimate  with  accuracy  that 
not  less  than  a  million  dollars  a  year  is  collected  in 
official  form  from  these  places. 

"  These — the  police  and  liquor-dealer's  extortions — two 
tentacles  of  the  octopus  system  are  never  disengaged  or 
relaxed,  but  there  are  others  ready  to  clutch  the 
harassed  offenders  at  the  first  opportunity.  Should  the 
place  be  raided — and  this  happens  occasionally  as  a 
disciplinary  measure  or  as  a  special  manifestation  of 
official  greed — the  women  arrested  must  immediately 
furnish  cash  bail  in  the  amount  of  $100  each.  This 
is  not  returned,  but  is  divided  between  the  bondsman 
and  the  desk  officer  at  the  police  station.  Another 
form  of  human  parasite  is  the  men  who  demand  the 
greater  share  of  the  earnings  of  the  inmates.  They 
enforce  their  demands  brutally  and  are  safe  from  ar- 
rest or  from  conviction. 

These  details  may  be  read  under  the  black  headlines 
which  the  daily  papers  affect  for  all  sensational  hap- 
penings, but  they  are  too  old,  too  well  known,  to  merit 
such  prominence.  They  have  been  printed  over  and 
over  again,  not  merely  in  newspapers,  in  the  pages  of 
slum  reports,  but  even  in  the  novels  of  the  realistic 
school  of  the  day.  But  one  reflection  is  inevitable,  and 
that  is  rarely  offered  in  the  public  press.  The  police 
system  is  hopelessly  corrupt.  Politics  may  have  some- 
thing to  do  with  it,  but  not  much,  after  all.  With  or 
without  the  interference  and  pull  of  big  figures  outside 
the  force,  this  preying  upon  lawbreakers  and  vice  would 
go  on  just  the  same.  The  people  of  Manhattan,  the 
great  law-abiding  majority,  are  too  tolerant  of  the  ever- 
swelling  powers  of  these  blue-coated  czars.  They  do 
not  take  the  trouble  to  find  out  anything  about  police 
activities  unless  personally  entangled.  They  submit  to 
domineering  insolence  whenever  chance  brings  them 
into  contact  with  a  patrolman  or  the  guardian  of  a 
fixed  post.  They  read  of  police  scandals  and  turn  the 
page  for  more  important  matters,  such  as  baseball  scores 
or  stock  market  reports.  A  little  remarkable,  isn't  it, 
that  these  so-called  peace  officers  are  paid  from  six  to 
eight  times  as  much  as  the  regular  army  men  ?  Graft 
by  policemen  is  not  suggested  or  induced  by  inadequate 
salaries.  On  the  other  hand,  the  amounts  received  by 
them  are  so  large  that  they  might  well  be  considered 
demoralizing.  Not  one  in  twenty  among  the  members 
of  the  force  could  earn  half  as  much  in  any  other  voca- 
tion. 

Mayor  Gaynor  has  shown  several  times  that  he  does 


I  not  rate  very  highly  the  intelligence,  the  temper,  or 
the  integrity  of  the  patrolmen,  but  he  puts  all  confidence 
in  the  heads  of  departments  and  minor  divisions.  He 
would  not  easily  be  convinced  that  promotion  from  the 
ranks  is  never  gained  without  a  working  knowledge  of 
secret  methods  and  channels  and  cleverness  in  making 
use  of  them.  It  would  be  hard  to  convince  me  of  the 
contrary.  But  whether  the  police  may  or  may  not  be 
reformed,  a  great  power  for  evil  would  be  taken  from 
them  if  the  existence  of  ineradicable  vice  were  frankly 
acknowledged  and  efforts  to  make  it  criminal  were  con- 
fined to  other  agencies.  There  are  more  important 
duties,  and  those  more  safely  entrusted  to  such  hands, 
for  police  officers  and  police  courts.  Were  one-half, 
one-third,  or  even  one-fifth  of  the  roundsmen,  inspectors, 
and  detectives  fully  determined  on  honesty,  they  couid 
safely  expose  and  degrade  the  blackmailers,  official  and 
otherwise.  But  they  are  cowardly  and  grasping.  There 
is  no  hope  of  such  action. 

The  result  of  this  investigation  can  not  be  foretold. 
It  has  already  accomplished  more  than  the  Lexow 
turning-over.  Some  heads  will  fall,  as  a  certainty,  in 
addition  to  those  already  in  Sing  Sing,  but  the  system 
will  not  be  destroyed.  It  may  be  starved,  it  can  not  be 
lopped  off  or  scared  from  its  prey.  Flaneur. 

New  York,  December  11,  1912. 


California  ranks  first  among  the  states  west  of  the 
Mississippi  River  in  the  value  of  its  mineral  production, 
according  to  the  United  States  Geological  Survey.  In 
former  years  California's  claim  to  distinction  as  a  min- 
eral producer  rested  on  its  output  of  gold,  in  which,  in 
fact,  it  held  first  place  in  1911,  although  in  recent  years 
it  has  usually  fallen  behind  Colorado  in  the  production 
of  gold.  The  premiership  of  gold  in  the  state  has, 
however,  been  succeeded  by  petroleum,  the  value  of 
which  in  California  exceeds  that  of  gold  by  94  per  cent 
and  gives  the  state  first  place  among  the  states  in  the 
production  of  crude  oil.  California  leads  also  in  the 
production  of  asphalt,  of  platinum,  and  of  quicksilver, 
and  enjoys  a  monopoly  in  the  production  of  borax  and 
magnesite.  It  is  second  in  the  production  of  tungsten 
ores,  third  in  the  production  of  cement,  and  sixth  in 
the  production  of  copper,  and  stands  well  among  the 
states  in  the  production  of  a  number  of  less  important 
minerals.  The  total  value  of  the  mineral  production 
of  California  in  1911  was  $90,517,566,  compared  with 
$86,721,069  in  1910 

Sire  of  more  turf  winners  than  any  other  living 
pacer,  John  R.  Gentry,  foaled  twenty-four  years  ago, 
has  been  taken  to  Nashville,  Tennessee,  where  he  will 
spend  his  remaining  days  in  luxurious  ease,  being  the 
property  of  the  E.  H.  Harriman  estate.  Twenty  years 
ago  John  R.  Gentry  took  the  world's  pacing  record  in 
2 :04.  That  was  a  great  day,  and  from  then  on  he 
became  a  centre  of  interest  to  the  men  who  followed 
the  race-track  all  over  the  world.  Later,  in  1896,  he 
again  took  the  world's  record  in  2:Q0y2.  Sixty- four 
sons  and  daughters  of  the  famous  horse  have  proudly 
faced  the  judges'  stand,  quivering  from  the  race,  while 
bits  of  blue  ribbon  were  pinned  to  their  harness. 

In  the  death  of  Prince  Regent  Luitpold  of  Bavaria, 
at  the  ripe  old  age  of  ninety-one  years,  the  monarchial 
institutions  of  Europe  lose  their  most  respected  and 
exemplary  member  (says  the  New  Orleans  Picayune). 
The  prince  has  ruled  the  kingdom  of  Bavaria  for  more 
than  thirty  years,  and  during  all  that  time  has  refused 
to  receive  the  king's  revenues  for  his  own  use,  devoting 
them  to  liquidating  national  obligations.  During  all 
the  years  that  Luitpold  has  actually  reigned  and  ruled, 
the  actual  king,  Otto,  has  remained  shut  up  in  a  gloomy 
palace  as  a  madman.  Luitpold  will  be  succeeded  by  his 
eldest  son  as  regent,  but  until  the  mad  king  dies  he  may 
not  use  the  kingly  title. 

Cerro  de  Potosi,  the  great  conical  mountain  that  is 
responsible  for  the  existence  of  the  city  of  Potosi,  Bo- 
livia, is  oractically  a  solid  mass  of  silver  and  tin  ore, 
ranging  in  richness  from  a  point  where  it  is  valueless 
to  ore  running  50  and  60  per  cent  of  silver  and  tin.  The 
mines  have  been  worked  for  three  hundred  and  fifty 
years,  and  during  that  time  something  like  four  billion 
dollars'  worth  of  silver  has  been  taken  from  the  moun- 
tain. Water  power  for  the  mines  is  obtained  from  nu- 
merous reservoirs,  built  at. various  times  between  1545 
and  the  close  of  the  seventeenth  century.  So  thoroughly 
were  they  built  by  the  early  Spanish  engineers  that  they 

have  never  broken. 

■■» 

Thomas  Jefferson  invented  the  folding  campstool,  the 
revolving  office  chair,  the  two-wheeled  sulky,  the  copy- 
ing press,  the  pedometer,  a  hemp  lamp,  and  a  very  con- 
venient improvement  on  the  plows  used  in  his  day. 
Of  all  these  ingenious  contrivances,  the  plow  received 
the  greatest  notice,  a  gold  medal  having  been  awarded 
it  in  Paris  in  1790.  Eighteen  years  later,  the  Royal 
Agricultural  Society  of  the  Seine,  to  which  he  had  pre- 
sented the  original  plow,  sent  him  a  superb  up-to-date 
plow  containing  his  improvement. 

■  >■ 

Cork  can  boast  of  the  honor  of  having  established 
"The  Water  Club  of  the  Harbor  of  Cork,"  the  first 
yacht  club  in  the  United  Kingdom,  Lord  Inchiquin, 
the  Honorable  James  O'Brien,  Charles  O'Neill,  Henry 
Mitchell,  and  John  Rogers  being  its  first  members.  The 
flag  was  "the  royal  Irish  harp  and  crown  on  a  green 
field  in  the  centre."  It  came  into  existence  some  time 
before  1748. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


The  Honorable  John  William  Fortescue,  whose  busi- 
ness it  is  to  select  the  books  read  by  the  Queen  of 
England,  is  the  author  of  several  works  himself,  among 
them  being,  "History  of  the  British  Army."  Since 
1906  he  has  been  librarian  at  Windsor  Castle.  Every 
week  he  sends  the  queen  a  list  of  books  which  he  be- 
lieves she  will  enjoy  reading. 

Dr.  Leslie  C.  Coleman,  director  of  agriculture  in 
Mysore,  India,  now  touring  the  world,  says  that  no- 
where in  Canada  or  the  United  States  has  he  found 
roads  as  good  as  they  are  now  in  India.  He  is  visiting 
the  leading  agricultural  sections  of  the  different  coun- 
tries and  agricultural  colleges,  with  a  view  to  obtaining 
ideas  which  can  be  put  to  practical  use  in  his  district. 

Captain  Robert  Chilcote  Warr,  commander  of  the 
Campania,  and  commodore  of  the  Cunard  line,  has  quit 
the  sea  after  a  career  of  forty-nine  years,  thirty-three 
of  which  were  spent  in  the  service  of  the  Cunard  Com- 
pany. He  is  an  Englishman,  sixty-three  years  of  age, 
has  commanded  nineteen  Cunard  ships,  navigated  them 
1,250,000  miles,  and  has  crossed  the  Atlantic  no  less 
than  550  times. 

Dr.  R.  W.  Sylvester,  for  twenty  years  president  of 
the  Maryland  Agricultural  College,  has  resigned,  owing 
to  poor  health,  but  will  not  sever  his  connection  en- 
tirely with  the  institution,  as  he  has  been  made  presi- 
dent emeritus.  He  has  also  been  elected  librarian  of 
the  college,  which  will  continue  to  benefit  from  his  ex- 
perience and  knowledge  of  affairs.  During  his  long 
tenure  of  office  Dr.  Sylvester  developed  the  college 
from  one  building  to  six. 

W.  H.  Surber,  the  first  policeman  of  Seattle,  recently 
celebrated  his  seventy-eighth  birthday  and  is  as  active 
as  a  man  of  fifty.  He  was  appointed  in  1866.  when 
Seattle  had  but  one  street  and  a  population  of  only  200 
people.  So  Surber  was  at  once  the  chief  of  police  and 
entire  peace  force.  He  served  for  two  years.  Like 
many  pioneers,  he  passed  up  a  number  of  opportunities 
to  become  wealthy.  At  one  time  he  was  offered  a 
double  corner  lot  for  a  debt  of  $200,  but  refused.  This 
property  is  now  worth  $600,000. 

Dr.  Carl  Alsberg,  whom  President  Taft  recently  de- 
cided to  appoint  to  the  vacancy  caused  months  ago  by 
the  resignation  of  Dr.  Harvey  W.  Wiley  as  chief  of 
the  bureau  of  chemistry  in  the  Department  of  Agri- 
culture, has  been  in  the  department  for  four  years  as 
a  chemist  in  the  bureau  of  drugs  and  plants.  He  was 
educated  in  Columbia  University,  and  Strassburg  Uni- 
versity in  Germany.  He  engaged  in  research  work  in 
Germany  for  several  years.  Before  coming  to  Wash- 
ington he  was  in  charge  of  the  department  of  biological 
chemistry  at  Harvard  University. 

Stanley  Bowdle.  who  defeated  Nicholas  Longworth 
for  Congress,  is  a  lawyer  who  is  also  a  lover  of  science, 
and  spends  much  of  his  spare  time  in  his  little  home- 
made mechanical  and  physical  laboratory.  He  experi- 
ments with  electricity,  writes  thoughtfully,  and  is  prac- 
tical enough  to  know  how  to  lay  a  cement  walk  or  cook 
a  meal.  He  left  school  at  fourteen,  became  a  thorough 
machinist,  studied  law  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar. 
Then  he  came  West  to  die,  having  been  told  that  he 
had  tuberculosis,  but  returned  home  to  live  and  become 
successful.    He  lives  at  Clifton,  a  suburb  of  Cincinnati. 

The  Honorable  Rupert  Guinness.  M.  P..  who  has  just 
resumed  his  parliamentary  duties  in  England  as  repre- 
sentative of  Southend,  has  for  eighteen  months  con- 
ducted a  training  farm  of  immense  value  to  prospective 
farm-hands  from  the  public  schools.  Sixty  men  were 
at  the  farm  learning  modern  methods,  and  the  use  of 
the  latest  Canadian  machinery.  The  men  kept  the 
hours  required  on  a  Western  place,  and  were  required 
to  perform  ranch  work  of  every  nature.  Chiefly  they 
went  to  Canada,  wdtere  the\r  are  all  doing  well.  The 
school  will  be  continued  in  a  larger  way,  having  been 
so  successful. 

Miss  Susan  D.  Huntington,  principal  of  the  Interna- 
tional Institute  for  Girls,  in  Madrid.  Snain.  said  to  be 
the  most  perfectly  equipped  school  in  that  country,  is  a 
Wellesley  graduate.  The  institution  was  founded  by 
Mrs.  Alice  Gordon  Gulick,  and  the  Memorial  Hall  bear- 
ing her  name  has  just  been  opened.  Mrs.  Gulick  was 
stationed  in  Madrid  with  her  husband  as  a  missionary, 
when  the  idea  presented  itself.  In  1903  the  school  was 
incorporated  under  the  laws  of  Massachusetts  and  land 
was  purchased  in  Madrid.  It  is  on  this  land  that  the 
new  memorial  hall  has  just  been  opened.  There  are 
now  seventy-five  girls  in  the  school.  Already  $192,000 
of  American  money  has  been  expended  in  buildings 
alone. 

Professor  Willis  Moore,  frequently  mentioned  of  late 
as    a    probable    successor    to    Secretary    of    Agriculture 
Wilson,  has  been  at  the  head  of  the  government  weather 
bureau  since  1895,  and  has  more  than  once  been  acting 
Secretary    of    Agriculture.      He    owns    and    operates    a 
large    farm    in    Maryland,    and.    aside    from    his    ability 
in  this  line,  is  recognized  as  one  of  the  leadi' 
ologists   in   the   world.     His   scientific    foundation    was 
obtained  partly  by  disciplinary  study  while  a  composi- 
tor in  the  weather  bureau  printing  office,  in  which  he 
was  aided  by  superiors,  and  partly  by  private  tutoring. 
His  rise  was  speedy,  and  in  1894  be  received  the  ■  !   ! 
of  professor  of  meteorology  as  a  result  of      competitive 
examination    in    which    there    were 
dates. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    LADY    AND    THE    DIAMOND. 


How  a  Kindly  Fraud  Was  Exposed. 


John  Clayton  looked  up  with  a  half  frown  as 
the  office  boy  came  in  again.  It  had  been  a  morning  of 
interruptions. 

"You're  wanted  at  the  telephone,  sir,"  said  the  boy, 
apologetically. 

"Nothing  Hawford  could  answer.  Masters?" 

"No,  sir.     It's — it's  your  gal.  sir." 

".See    here "    began    his    employer,    angrily,    but 

stopped  with  a  smile.    "You  mustn't  say  that.    Do  you 
know  the  name  of  the  lady  who  telephoned?" 

"Yep — ves,  sir." 

"Then  use  it."  said  John  Clayton  as  he  left  the  room. 

All  traces  of  irritation  had  vanished  as  he  picked  up 
the  receiver. 

••Yes.  it  is  I— oh.  Alice.  I  was  just  thinking  of  you. 
Xo.  of  course,  there's  nothing  odd  in  that — the  odd 
thing  is  that  you  should  telephone  just  as  I  was  going 
to.  Nothing  queer  about  that,  either?  Alice,  what 
would  you  think  was  out  of  the  common  run?  That 
I  shouldn't  be  thinking  of  you?  I  believe  you're  right, 
i  lit  that's  an  impossibility.  Xo,  I  didn't  quite  catch — 
a  be  up  tonight — no,  couldn't  possibly  manage 
it  this  afternoon — of  course,  I  want  to — but  Heywood's 
to  be  here — yes.  tiie  railroad  magnate.  Xo — no — wait  a 
moment.  I  haven't  told  you  what  I  wanted  to.  Father 
has  given  me  that  ring  I  spoke  to  you  about,  of 
mother's.  Yes,  uants  you  to  have  it  and  wear  it — you 
captivated  the  old  gentleman  that  night.  You  liked 
him"?  Of  course,  he's  just  like  his  son.  Xicer?  Not 
a  bit  of  it — wait  till  I'm  his  age !  Yes,  it's  a  beauty. 
And  the  one  you  have?  Oh.  anything  you  like.  Yes, 
I'll  bring  it  tonight.  Before?  Why,  yes,  of  course,  I 
can  manage  it.  I'll  send  Hawford  with  it.  Yes,  oh, 
ves — till  tonight,  then.     Good-by:" 

He  sent  the  office  boy  away  with  some  hastily  in- 
vented excuse,  unlocked  a  drawer  of  his  desk  and  took 
out  a  package.  Then,  from  its  many  wrappings  he 
drew  forth  a  diamond  ring.  The  setting  was  old- 
fashioned,  but  the  diamond!  He  knew  little  about 
jewels,  except  occasionally  the  price,  but  he  would  have 
been  a  dullard  indeed  who  could  not  have  seen  the 
beauty  in  its  glowing  depths.  And  Alice?  Right  she 
was  to  want  to  see  it  before  night — another  day's  pleas- 
ure for  her.  Then  he  sank  into  a  reverie,  which  a 
young,  successful  attorney,  flanked  by  a  wealthy  father, 
may  at  times  permit  himself. 

The  impish  face  of  Joe  Masters,  the  office  boy, 
brought  him  rudely  back  to  earth. 

"Some  one  at  the  'phone  again,  sir." 

Hastily  locking  up  the  diamond,  he  went  to  the  tele- 
phone booth  and  picked  up  the  receiver. 

"Xo."  he  said,  "this  is  not  Hawford — Clayton — John 
Clayton.  That  was  the  name  you  were  to  ask  for?  I 
thought  you  said  Hawford — oh,  I  see — and  he's  wanted 
at  once — it's  all  right?  Yery  good.  I'll  tell  him  at 
once.    Good-by." 

He  remembered  now  that  Hawford  had  seemed  ill  at 
ease  for  a  day  or  so.  but  he'd  be  all  right  now.  And 
by  Jove,  lied  tell  him  to  take  a  week  off  and  watch 
that  baby  grow.  It  must  be  strange,  and  yet  a  pleasant 
thing,  he  reflected,  to  have  an  unknown  little  kid  arrive 
and  settle  down  with  you. 

"Hawford."  he  said,  coming  behind  him,  as  he  sat 
writing  at  a  desk  strewn  with  papers. 

The  man  started  nervously,  blotting  the  page. 

"Excuse  me.  Mr.  Clayton,  I'm  a  bit  upset." 

"Ves.  I  know — I've  just  heard.  It's  all  right.  What's 
the  matter  with  you.  man?" 

The  clerk  put  his  hands  over  his  face  a  moment.  It 
was  a  homely  face,  but  when  he  removed  his  hands, 
John  Clayton  noticed  a  light  as  of  beauty  upon  it,  and 
the  eyes — he  had  certainly  never  thought  them  fine 
before — were  glowing,  deepening,  full  of  tears. 

"Might  I ?" 

"I" If  course  you  may.  Stay  a  few  days  and  watch 
that  marvelous  youngster  grow." 

"Is  it  a  boy  or  a  girl?" 

"1  never  thought  to  ask,  and  whoever  it  was  didn't 
say.  It's  too  bad.  However,  there'll  be  all  the  bigger 
surprise  at  home.     I  hope  it's  a  fine  boy." 

"What  matter?"  said  Hawford,  the  light  still  on  his 
face. 

It  was  only  after  he  was  gone  that  John  Clayton 
remembered  the  diamond. 

"And  he  might  just  as  well  have  taken  it,"  he  thought. 
"But — no — it  would  have  been  cruel  to  delay  the  poor 
fellow  a  minute.  It  Hey  wood  comes  early,  perhaps  I 
can  find  lime  myself." 

Heywood  did  not  come  early,  however.  Instead  a 
message  arrived:  "Will  come  at  earliest  possible  mo- 
ment.    Be  sure  and  wait." 

With   an   ill   grace  he  waited,  conscious  that  it  was 
the  one  thing  lo  do,  yet  with  stern  inward  rebellion  at 
g  it. 

"I  have  it."  he  thought,  joyfully,  at  last.  "I'll  send  it 
by  Masti  rs  when  the  little  tyke  goes  to  lunch." 

At  a  little  before  twelve,  he  said  to  the  boy:    "Mas- 
I'd  like  you  to  take  a  package  up  to  Sherman  Ave- 
nue— 132." 

"Miss   Payne's."  said  the  boy.  promptly. 

"Yes.     1     ee   you   do  know   the  name.     I'll  write  a 

note,  and  you're  lo  he  careful,  very  careful,  for  the 

contents  are  valuable.' 

lot  have  been  easy  to  have  said  "a  diamond 
the  freckle-faced  imp's  knowing  eyes  fixed 


"And  I  wish  as  you  go,  you'd  send  me  up  a  bite  to 
eat.     I  can't  leave  with  Hawford  away." 

"Where  from,  sir?" 

"Cushing's.     They  know  me  there," 

"What'll  I  send,  sir?" 

"Oh.  anything.  I'm  hungry.  You  needn't  hurry  back, 
Masters." 

"All  right,  sir." 

In  the  outer  office  the  boy  stopped  to  inclose  the 
package  in  a  covering  of  newspaper,  wrapping  it  again 
and  again. 

"There,  now,"  he  said,  securing  it  with  a  rubber, 
"that  won't  get  siled." 

Full  of  importance  at  his  two  commissions,  he  entered 
the  restaurant.  People  eyed  him  askance — a  queer 
little  figure  he  seemed  in  the  fashionable  place.  One  of 
the  waiters  approached  him. 

"Are  you  looking  for  any  one,  boy?" 

"Xo,  I  want  to  order."  He  paused,  enjoying  the  won- 
der on  the  other's  face.  "For  Mr.  Clayton,"  he  con- 
tinued, "Mr.  John  Clayton,  109  Union  Street,  rooms  7 
and  9." 

This  commission  was  not  beneath  the  head  waiter 
himself.     At  a  signal  he  came  forward. 

"What  will  Mr.  Clayton  have?" 

"Let  me  see,"  said  the  boy,  importantly,  "he's  hungry. 
Xever  mind  no  bill  of  fare.  I  kin  order.  I  know  what 
he  wants." 

"Soup?"  suggested  the  waiter. 

"Xaw,  no  soup.  Here's  the  order — chicken,  turkey, 
mince  Die,  cream  pie,  an'  ice-cream,  an' — an'  dough- 
nuts." 

"Wines?"  the  waiter  asked,  with  gravity. 

"Naw — coffee,  an'  a  box  o'  chocolates,  perhaps;  an' 
cigars — the  best  you've  got.  Here's  your  tip,"  and  he 
dropped  a  penny  in  the  waiter's  hand. 

"I  sent  him  a  good  feed,"  he  reflected,  hurrying  away, 
"couldn't  have  been  better.  Xow  I'll  go  home  to  hash 
or  beans." 

At  home  he  was  no  longer  the  freckle-faced  imp  "of  a 
lawyer's  office,  but  the  only  pride,  joy,  and  hope  of  a 
worse  than  widowed  mother. 

"An'  he  trusts  me,  all  right,"  he  said,  as  he  concluded 
the  tale  of  the  morning's  duties. 

"Then  do  be  careful,  Joe,  an'  don't  have  no  mishap," 
said  his  mother,  thinking  of  some  one  else  who  had 
been  "trusted." 

It  was  after  one  when  he  left  the  house. 

"Aint  no  need  to  hurry,"  he  assured  his  mother. 
"  'Taint  often  he  says  not  to  hurry,  an'  you  bet  he  won't 
expect  me  early.    If  I  get  there  at  three,  it'll  be  O.  K." 

"It's  better  to  be  early  than  late,  Joe." 

"Well,  I'm  oft  now,  mother.  He  give  me  car  fare, 
but  I'll  walk,  an'  save  it." 

"  'Tis  too  long,  Joe,  in  the  hot  sun.    Best  take  a  car." 

He  laughed,  shook  his  head,  and  walked  away. 

It  was  perhaps  an  hour  later,  as  she  sat  by  the  win- 
dow sewing,  that  she  saw  Joe  coming  again  toward  the 
house. 

"Xow,  aint  that  nice,"  was  her  first  thought,  "his 
boss  has  give  him  the  whole  afternoon." 

But  the  next  glance  suggested  another  reason  for  his 
appearance. 

"Lord,  I  do  hope  he  aint  lost  his  job,"  she  said  aloud. 

But  Sarah  Masters  was  not  a  stranger  to  misfortune 
or  grief.  She  went  forward  quite  steadily,  and  opened 
the  door.  She  waited  for  a  moment  for  the  boy  to 
speak,  as  indeed  he  tried,  but  no  word  came.  She  put 
her  arms  around  him,  and  drew  the  freckled  face  to 
her  breast. 

"What's  wrong,  Joe?  Don't  ye  be  affeared  to  tell 
nothin"  to  yere  mother,  boy." 

At  last  the  words  came. 

"I  lost  it." 

"The  package?" 

"Yes." 

"Well,  that's  better  nor  yere  job.  It'll  likely  be  found, 
but  jobs  aint  picked  up  every  day." 

"If  'taint  found,  the  job's  gone,  too.  It  must  have 
cost  a  lot,  the  way  he  looked,  an'  the  way  he  says, 
'Them  contents  is  vallible.' " 

Joe  had  the  gift  of  mimicry.  She  began  to  take 
the  alarm. 

"Think  where  ye  had  it  last,  Joe." 

"I  can't  seem  to  remember.  I'm  purty  sure  I  put  it 
in  my  coat.  You  know  I  was  goin'  to  show  it  to  you, 
an'  you  said  it  warn't  our  business  to  even  look  at  the 
outside." 

"Yes,  I  remember." 

"Whether  I  had  it  then  I  don't  know.  If  you  only 
hadn't  said  that,  mother !" 

She  accepted  the  implied,  unjust  rebuke  stolidly. 
Even  so  Eve  might  have  listened  to  Adam — and  still 
loved  him. 

"Yes.  dear,"  she  said,  after  a  moment,  "  'twere  too 
bad,  but  we  must  do  the  best  we  kin  now.  Do  you,  Joe, 
go  right  to  Clayton,  an'  tell  him." 

It  was  not  a  pleasant  task,  but  Joe  went  willingly 
enough,  hoping  against  hope  that  the  package  might 
have  been  found  and  returned.  The  interview  lasted 
only  a  few  moments. 

"If  that  diamond  ring  doesn't  come  back,"  Mr.  Clay- 
ton said,  significantly,  "I'll  have  you  prosecuted.  I 
might  have  known  better  than  to  have  trusted  one  of 
your  blood." 

"One  o'  my  blood — what  did  he  mean  by  that, 
mother?" 

"Somethin  about  you  bein'  too  young,  I  expect." 

Wearily  Joe  walked  over  the  way  that  he  had  come 
at   noontime.      He    found    no   trace — indeed,    one    was 


scarcely  to  be  expected,  as  hundreds  had  passed  part 
of  the  road  since,  and  all  of  it  had  been  traveled. 

"There's  only  one  thing  to  do,"  said  his  mother. 
"We'll  go  to  see  the  young  leddy." 

"From  Mr.  Clay-ton?"  inquired  the  man.  "Yes,  Miss 
Payne  is  in.  You're  to  go  right  up.  She's  been  wait- 
ing," but  he  looked  surprised  that  a  black-robed  figure 
followed  the  boy. 

"The  messenger  from  Mr.  Clayton,"  he  announced, 
and  Mrs.  Masters  found  herself  looking  vacantly  into 
a  pair  of  very  blue  eyes,  while  their  small  owner  con- 
cealed her  surprise,  and  greeted  her  kindly  and  cor- 
dially. 

"I'd  like  to  speak  to  ye  alone,  miss,"  she  said,  at  last. 
"Kin  Joe  go  in  the  hall?" 

"Why,  certainly.  Or,  better  still,  go  down  to  John 
and  let  him  show  you  through  the  conservatory." 

But  even  with  the  impediment  of  the  boy's  inquiring 
eyes  removed,  his  mother  found  it  difficult  to  begin.  At 
last  she  stumbled  into  the  story — the  lost  ring,  the  sus- 
picion that  rested  on  the  boy. 

Miss  Payne  spoke  quickly. 

"Oh,  Mr.  Clayton  will  feel  dreadfully  about  it — it  was 
his  mother's  ring;  but  I  don't  think  he  would  suspect 
the  boy." 

"He  does — he  have  a  right  to — the  boy's  father  stole. 
He's  away  now,  servin'  time,  an'  Mr.  Clayton  knows  it. 
But  my  Joe — as  sure  as  Christ  lives  my  boy  never  done 
it — an'  he  says  he'll  jail  him  fur  it." 

She  broke  down  then,  crying  quietly,  not  yvith  the 
ease  that  accompanies  a  passionate  outbreak,  but  slowly, 
painfully,  ever)-  drop  forced  out. 

Alice  Payne  put  a  hand  on  her  shoulder. 

"I  believe  you,  and  I'll  help  you." 

It  was  in  all  the  evening  papers,  a  tersely  worded  ad- 
vertisement, describing  the  package,  and  the  suspicion 
under  which  the  boy  lay.  Mr.  Clayton  had  little  to  say 
about  it  wrhen  he  duly  arrived  in  the  evening.  Indeed, 
he  had  been  a  queer  lover  to  cavil  at  anything  that  had 
flushed  the  cheeks,  brightened  the  bright  eyes,  made 
Alice  more  sweetly  loving  than  he  had  ever  seen  her. 

"And,  I'm  oh,  so  sure  you'll  find  it,  Jack.  Women 
feel  those  things  you  know-.  And  as  soon  as  it's  in  my 
hands  I'll  have  it  re-set,"  and  then  for  the  dozenth 
time  he  must  describe  the  diamond,  the  color,  and  the 
size. 

After  a  time  he  responded  to  her  mood. 

"I  believe,"  he  said  to  himself,  "I  w-as  hard  on  that 
little  fellow — poor  little  friendless  tyke !  And  to  throw 
it  up  to  him  about  his  father — you,  John  Clayton,  who 
always  saw  the  injustice  of  sins  descending  as  a  legacy. 
Ten  to  one,  Alice  is  right.  I'll  send  a  messenger  as  soon 
as  I  leave  here  to  tell  him  to  be  sure  to  show  up  in 
the  morning." 

And  Alice,  watching  his  face,  knew  just  when  the 
last  shadow  of  suspicion  vanished. 

Joe  was  prompt  in  the  morning,  a  little  quieter,  a 
little  more  forlorn  looking,  and  the  sparkle  had  quite 
gone  from  his  impish  eyes. 

"Did  you  hear  anything,  sir?"  he  asked. 

"Xo,  not  yet,  but  I  expect  we  will  before  the  day  is 
over,"  answered  John  Clayton,  smiling  his  rare  smile 
at  the  freckled,  eager  face. 

Morning  vanished;  noon  came.  Joe  left  for  his 
lunch,  sighing  at  the  remembrance  of  how  proudly  he 
had  departed  the  day  before.  Mr.  Clayton  went  out, 
and  found  a  messenger  with  a  letter  waiting  for  him 
upon  his  return.     He  opened  the  dainty  missive. 

"Dear,"  the  letter  read,  "I'll  believe  you  the  next 
time  vou  say  I'm  a  witch !  You  know  how  sure,  sure, 
doubly  sure  I  was  that  the  package  would  be  found? 
I've  just  received  such  a  queer  letter — quite  illiterate — 
I'll  copy  it  down  for  you  when  I  finish,  and  the  ring, 
the  ring !  I've  pried  it  out  of  its  setting,  and  am  taking 
it  to  Hamilton  &  Dodge  as  soon  as  I  finish  this.  It 
is  a  beautiful  diamond — tell  your  father  how  pleased 
I  am — and  do,  do,  do,  let  Joe  Masters  and  his  mother 
know  at  once." 

"Hoyv  the  deuce  did  she  know  that  he  had  a  mother?" 
he  reflected. 

The  lines  at  the  bottom  of  the  page  read:  "Deer 
Sur  or  Maddem — I  ben  thinkin,  sense  I  picked  up  that 
packej.  'Taint  mine,  but  says  I,  the  world  aint  never 
too  ezy  on  a  poor  man,  an'  I'll  jest  keep  it.  Then  I 
seen  the  ad.,  an'  says  I,  no  don't  ye  never  allow  any 
blame  to  rest  on  a  boy  that  don't  belong  there.  Ye've 
been  there  yourself  an'  you  know  'taint  right  to  let  the 
sins  of  the  "father  be  vizited  on  the  children  to  the  forth 
generashun.    Yours  respeckful,  One  who  knows." 

John  Clayton  read  it  over  again  and  once  again, 
utterly  oblivious  of  the  opening  lines  of  the  letter,  which 
he  usually  learned  by  heart.  His  eagle,  legal  eye  de- 
tected many  flaws  in  its  composition.  "World,"  "al- 
low," "blame,"  "belong,"  "yourself,"  all  correctly 
spelled.  And  the  reference  to  the  "sins  of  the  father," 
who  would  have  known  that?  Who  could  have  known 
but  Joe  Masters?  Masters,  frightened  into  giving  up 
his  ill-gotten  gains,  and  thinking  to  retain  his  position 
and  confidence — but  he  shouldn't  do  it — not  much  ! 

"An\'  news,  sir?"  asked  the  boy  upon  his  return. 

"Some  make  believe  news." 

A  moment  later  Joe  came,  with  none  of  his  super- 
abundant exuberance,  but  stepping  quietly,  slowly,  like 
an  old  man — a  guilty  one.  his  employer  thought. 

"The  telephone  again,  sir." 

And  into  John  Clayton's  listening  ear  came  the 
words :  "Hello  !  Hello  !  That  you.  Mr.  Clayton  ?  I'm 
glad  to  catch  you.  This  is  Cushing — C-u-s-h-i-n-g — 
restaurant  man.  That  boy  of  yours  dropped  a  package 
here   yesterday — wrapped   in   newspaper.     One   of   the 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


411 


waiters  picked  it  up,  and  supposing  it  belonged  to  the 
boy,  attached  no  importance  to  it — intended  to  give  it 
to  him  when  he  saw  him  again.  I  saw  your  ad.  in  the 
Herald,  took  off  the  newspaper,  and  there  was  your 
package,  safe  and  sound.     Send  up,  will  you?" 

"Thanks — I'll  send  right  away,"  he  answered, 
vaguely.    Then  in  a  moment  he  understood. 

"The  little  fraud!     God  bless  her!"  he  said,  softly. 

John  Clayton  walked  back  into  the  office,  and  took  a 
freckled,  sad  little  face  between  his  hands. 

"Joe,  go  to  Cushing's  and  get  the  diamond  ring " 

"It's  found,  sir?" 

"Yes.  Then  take  it  to  Miss  Payne,  and  tell  her  I 
say  her  correspondent  was  a  fraud — can  you  remember 
that?" 

"Yep — yes,  sir.     I  won't  forget  nothin'  soon  again." 

"And  tell  her  I'll  be  sure  to  call  on  that  sweet  corre- 
spondent of  hers  tonight." 

"Yes,  sir.    I'll  remember  every  word." 

"Then  go  home,  tell  your  mother  you're  going  to  have 
a  raise,  and  that  I  shan't  want  you  again  today." 

Ida  Alexander. 

San  Francisco,  December,  1912. 


Since  1S86  the  export  of  teakwood  from  Burmah  has 
increased  enormously,  but,  despite  the  phenomenally 
high  price  of  the  wood,  it  would  not  be  profitable  to 
work  it,  even  in  these  days,  without  the  elephant.  In 
this  trade  the  Burmese  elephants,  massive  animals 
whose  strength  is  almost  unlimited,  are  seen  at  their 
best  as  beasts  of  burden.  From  the  time  when  the  for- 
est areas  are  purchased,  before  the  trees  are  felled,  to 
the  hour  of  export  on  the  ocean-going  vessels  at  the 
port  on  the  Indian  Ocean,  the  elephant  is  the  main 
worker.  Far  away  in  the  malarial  swamps  and  almost 
impenetrable  jungles  these  majestic  beasts  first  tramp 
down  a  passage  through  the  undergrowth.  Then, 
guided  by  his  Indian  keeper's  prong,  the  elephant  com- 
mences his  arduous  labor  of  dragging  the  felled  trees 
to  the  river,  whence  they  are  conveyed  by  raft,  down 
country ,  to  the  sawmills.  These  enormous  trees,  un- 
trimmed  and  cumbrous,  are  sometimes  dragged  up  and 
down  the  jungle  and  mountain  forest  pathways  en  route 
to  the  river  with  rare  precision.  At  the  mills  again  the 
work  of  packing  and  stacking  is  done  exclusively  by 
elephants.  When  the  trees  are  sawn  into  lengths,  the 
elephants  do  the  piling,  bringing  the  huge  planks  from 
the  sheds  and  arranging  them  in  an  orderly  manner  in 
numbered  piles. 

■  ■» 

One  of  the  most  unusual  trees  in  the  Orient  is  the 
"varnish  tree,"  the  Rhus  vernicifera,  cultivated  in  many 
parts  of  China  or  Japan.  In  general  it  is  the  basis 
of  all  lacquering  in  these  countries.  This  tree  in  many 
respects  resembles  an  ash.  It  grows  fifteen  to  eighteen 
feet  high  and  can  be  tapped  after  seven  years.  The 
varnish  is  obtained  by  making  incisions  in  the  bark  of 
the  tree  near  its  base  before  daylight  during  July  and 
August  and  catching  the  sap,  which  exudes  as  a  mixed 
clear  and  milky  product.  This  sap  is  placed  in  tubs 
or  similar  vessels,  which  are  set  in  the  sun  to  evapo- 
rate all  moisture.  It  separates  into  a  clear,  almost 
colorless,  resinous  liquid,  which  rises  to  the  top  and 
into  a  thicker,  more  resinous,  and  darker  liquid  mass, 
which  settles  to  the  bottom.  The  qualities  are  then 
separated  by  decanting,  the  top  representing  the  finer 
grades  and  the  bottom  the  lowest  grades  used  for  ordi- 
nary paints,  "Ningpo  varnish,"  and  similar  ordinary 
work.  So  powerful  and  penetrating  is  the  varnish  that 
persons  often  contract  poisoning  from  passing  through 
a  grove  of  the  trees  while  they  are  being  tapped. 
mam   

At  Whitby,  on  Ascension  Day,  is  to  be  seen  the  keep- 
ing of  the  strange  old  custom  of  the  planting  of  the 
Horngath,  the  oldest  of  the  British  penances.  In  the 
days  of  Henry  II  the  lords  of  certain  manors  hunted  a 
boar  into  a  hermit's  chapel.  The  hermit  shut  the  door 
and  kept  the  hounds  out,  and  the  barons,  in  their  rage, 
slew  him.  He,  dying,  decreed  tljat  as  a  penance  the 
lords  should,  on  each  aniversary  of  his  deatn,  carry 
wood  to  the  water's  edge  at  low  tide  and  drive  in  stakes. 
Should  the  erection  not  survive  three  tides  their  lands 
should  be  forfeited  to  the  Abbot  of  Whitby.  To  this 
day  the  ceremony  is  performed  by  representatives  of 
the  lord  of  the  manor. 


Bermuda  is  the  original  home  of  the  "White  House." 
The  simplest  bungalow  is  built  of  the  same  material 
as  the  most  pretentious  villa,  in  almost  precisely  the 
same  way.  White  coral  blocks  cut  from  the  backbone 
of  the  islands  are  used  for  all  building  purposes.  Many 
of  the  well-to-do  negroes  live  in  lovely  little  white  coral 
bungalows  and  cottages,  which  for  vivid,  radiant  white- 
ness would  surpass  the  executive  mansion  at  Washing- 
ton. Paint  can  not  rival  the  dazzling  luster  of  Ber- 
muda's lime-washed  coral  buildings,  shimmering  as 
they  do  in  the  brilliant,  sub-tropical  sunshine  like  pillars 
of  light.  __ 

Though  the  progress  of  Servia  has  been  disappoint- 
ing, said  to  be  due  in  a  considerable  measure  to  the 
fact  that  the  country  has  been  afflicted  with  two  native 
dynasties,  yet  poverty  is  almost  unknown.  The  peas- 
antry is  prosperous,  almost  all  being  small  land-owners 
and  quite  well-to-do. 

■  ■■ 

With  good  reason  is  Guatemala  known  as  "the  land 
of  the  six-cent  dollar."  Its  .currency  has  steadily  shrunk 
in  value,  until  now  the  Guatemalan  dollar  is  worth 
about  six  cents  in  gold. 


M.  LE    BARGY'S   DEFIANCE. 


With  an  Account  of  the  Piece  in  Which  He  Is  Playing  Truant. 


Thanks  to  the  dead  hand  of  the  Decree  of  Moscow, 
the  Comedie  Franchise  is  continually  immersed  in  legal 
hot  water.  What  it  gains  from  its  frequent  litigation, 
even  when  successful,  would  be  hard  to  define.  There 
were  not  a  few  who  held  that  the  cases  of  Coquelin 
and  Sarah  Bernhardt  merely  indicated  that  the  Comedie 
would  find  it  increasingly  difficult  to  retain  actors  of 
genius.  One  critic,  indeed,  went  so  far  as  to  hazard 
the  opinion  that  the  famous  theatre  was  hardly  a  para- 
dise for  good  artists  of  the  second  rank,  adding,  how- 
ever, that  "third-rate  people  flourish  and  grow  fat  in 
these  prebendal  stalls  of  the  drama."  Those  same 
third-raters,  the  same  mentor  continued,  prided  them- 
selves too  much  on  being  "the  first  comedians  of  the 
world,"  oblivious  of  the  fact  that  by  being  too  careful 
to  remember  it  themselves  they  risk  having  it  forgotten 
by  the  audience. 

And  now  Paris  is  threatened  with  a  revival  of  the 
whole  business.  It  is  all  owing  to  Charles  G.  A.  le 
Bargy,  the  latest  truant  of  the  Comedie  Franchise.  He 
had  been  for  some  years  one  of  the  socictaires  of  the 
company,  and  hence  on  a  different  footing  than  the 
pensionnaires,  who  are  merely  actors  engaged  on  the 
ordinary  conditions.  The  socictaires  have  a  share  in 
the  returns  apart  from  a  fixed  salary,  but  such  a  part- 
nership imposes  such  stringent  conditions  that  many 
artists  prefer  to  sacrifice  the  glory  of  a  socictaire  to 
retain  their  freedom.  M.  le  Bargy  has  reached  that 
conclusion  rather  late,  so  late,  indeed,  that  it  may  cost 
him  twenty  thousand  dollars. 

Whether  he  had  a  sixteenth  fraction  of  a  share  or  a 
whole  share  in  the  return  does  not  matter;  by  the  iron 
law  of  the  Decree  of  Moscow  his  desertion  of  the 
Comedie  has  rendered  him  liable  to  that  twenty-thou- 
sand-dollar fine  which  was.  demanded  from  Sarah  Bern- 
hardt and  Coquelin.  M.  le  Bargy's  position  in  the 
Comedie  was  that  of  the  "man  of  the  world,"  or  lady- 
killer,  in  which  he  succeeded  to  the  heritage  of  M. 
Bressaut.  Time  was  when  Augustin  Filon  risked  a 
duel  by  remarking  that  he  could  not  discover  any  note 
of  originality  in  M.  le  Bargy's  work,  but  that  was  be- 
fore he  had  created  the  part  of  Max  de  Pogis  in  "Le 
Dedale"  or  had  personated  the  priestly  lady-killer  in 
"Le  Duel."  In  both  those  parts  he  proved  that  his 
distinction  did  not  rest  upon  those  neckties  which  had 
hitherto  been  his  best  advertising  assets,  for  his  playing 
of  the  role  of  the  man  who  aspired  to  snare  his  former 
wife  was  a  finished  piece  of  work.  He  was  even  better 
as  the  priestly  lover,  portraying  the  tenderness  of  holi- 
ness with  subtle  suggestion. 

But  all  the  time  M.  le  Bargy  was  ill  at  ease,  chafing 
under  the  iron  grip  of  the  Decree  of  Moscow.  In  brief, 
the  spirit  of  the  reformer  glowed  in  his  breast,  and  he 
formulated  his  grievances  under  three  heads.  First  he 
wanted  the  reinstitution  of  the  reading  committee  of 
actors ;  second  he  demanded  that  the  rules  relating  to 
members'  leave  of  absence  be  enforced;  and  third  he 
insisted  that  a  permanent  director  of  the  stage  be  ap- 
pointed. He  has  nursed  this  threefold  programme  for 
a  couple  of  years,  and  when  he  first  explained  it  to  the 
minister  of  instruction  two  years  ago  that  official  said, 
"If  the  first  reform  you  ask  for  is  the  only  condition 
of  staying,  stay."  But  M.  le  Bargy  could  not  be  con- 
tent with  a  third  of  his  loaf;  he  must  have  the  whole 
or  go.  The  minister  was  powerless ;  nor  could  his  suc- 
cessor promise  more.  He  did  say,  however,  that  there 
were  days  when  he  was  as  displeased  with  the  House 
of  Moliere  as  M.  le  Bargy  himself. 

So  the  lady-killer  of  the  Comedie  had  to  take  the 
public  into  his  confidence.  He  issued  a  manifesto,  the 
burden  of  which  was  that  his  case  was  quite  different 
from  that  of  Coquelin  or  Mme.  Bernhardt.  Which  is 
quite  true.  Coquelin  broke  away  and  incurred  his 
twenty-thousand-dollar  fine  because  he  rebelled  against 
the  restriction  which  forbade  members  of  the  company 
from  touring  in  the  provinces  of  France;  Mme.  Bern- 
hardt withdrew  in  protest  against  an  unfavorable  criti- 
cism of  her  acting.  M.  le  Bargy  says  he  is  not 
promoted  by  any  such  "meanly  personal  reasons." 

And  now  he  has  defied  the  Comedie  to  do  its  worst. 
And  the  Comedie  has  taken  up  the  gauntlet.  But  it  did 
it  by  deputy  in  the  person  of  a  process-server,  who  pre- 
sented himself  at  the  box-office  the  other  night  on  the 
occasion  of  the  first  performance  at  the  Porte  St.  Mar- 
tin Theatre  of  Henri  Bataille's  new  play,  "Les  Flam- 
beaux." The  process-server  arrived  just  before  the 
curtain  went  up  and  the  house  was  packed.  But  at  that 
very  moment  the  holder  of  a  dress-circle  seat  telephoned 
to  say  that  he  could  not  come,  and  his  ticket  was  at 
once  purchased  by  the  man  of  law  at  the  enhanced  price 
of  thirty-three  francs.  Until  the  first  act  was  over, 
the  only  man  in  the  secret  was  the  box-office  clerk ;  but 
at  the  fall  of  the  curtain  the  process-server  went  behind 
the  scenes.  With  "infinite  tact"  he  refrained  from 
speaking  to  M.  le  Bargy  himself,  but  he  disclosed  his 
identity  and  mission  to  Jean  Coquelin.  the  son  of  the 
Coquelin,  and  added  that  he  also  observed  that  the  play 
was  "extremely  successful." 

It  was.  "Les  Flambeaux"  is  a  distinct  departure  for 
M.  Bataillc.  It  is  not  in  the  sentimental  vein  of 
"Madam  Colibri,"  with  its  lady  of  forty  whose  love  for 
an  Adonis  is  not  cured  until  she  becomes  a  grandmother 
in  the  last  act ;  nor  is  it  such  a  study  in  the  pathos  of 
foolishness  as  he  gave  us  in  "Polichel" ;  much  less  is  it 
a  variant  of  "La  Fenime  Nue"  with  its  tragedy  of  the 
man  who  married  his  mistress  just  before  he  met  the 


woman  who  ought  to  have  been  his  wife.  No,  "Les 
Flambeaux,"  the  title  of  which  refers  to  the  torch- 
bearers  of  scientific  and  philosophical  research,  is  so 
much  a  play  of  the  actual  that  the  laboratory  scene  of 
the  first  act  is  a  copy  of  Professor  Mechnikoff's  work- 
shop in  the  Pasteur  Institute.  The  principal  characters 
are  four  in  number:  Professor  Bouguet,  an  eminent 
bacteriologist,  and  his  wife,  a  woman  of  science  who 
suggested  Mme.  Curie;  M.  Blondel,  a  collaborator  of 
Bouguet;  and  a  Hungarian  girl  named  Edwige,  who 
although  a  pupil  of  the  laboratory  is  more  concerned 
with  the  passion  of  love  than  the  discovery  of  germs. 

Of  course  it  is  Edwige  who  disturbs  the  scientific  at- 
mosphere of  Bouguet's  laboratory.  Scandal  begins  to 
be  whispered  in  that  temple  of  science.  Edwige,  some 
one  hints  to  Mme.  Bouguet,  ought  to  be  married.  And 
Blondel  is  suggested  as  an  appropriate  husband.  The 
truth  of  the  matter  is  soon  made  clear.  When  Bouguet, 
who  has  been  awarded  the  Nobel  prize  and  is  on  the 
eve  of  completing  with  the  aid  of  his  wife  an  important 
contribution  to  philosophy,  is  left  alone  with  Edwige  it 
transpires  that  he,  the  torch  of  knowledge,  is  the  one 
with  whom  the  girl  has  sinned.  The  thesis  of  the  play, 
in  fact,  is  tersely  summed  by  a  conversation  between  one 
Hernert  and  Bouguet.  The  former  had  lived  for  his 
passions,  and  had  been  on  the  eve  of  suicide  when  his 
reading  of  a  book  by  Bouguet  had  won  him  to  the 
intellectual  life.  "Ah,"  cried  Bouguet,  "I  am  traveling 
the  other  way.  At  the  moment  of  my  greatest  achieve- 
ment I  feel  I  am  harking  back  to  the  mere  flesh." 

But  his  transgression  is  hidden  for  the  moment. 
Blondel  does  marry  Edwige.  Neither  she  nor  Bouguet, 
however,  can  forget  what  has  passed  between  them ; 
the  man  of  science  finds  himself  too  weak  to  resist  the 
flesh  as  embodied  in  Edwige;  and  soon  the  truth  is  dis- 
covered by  Blondel  and  Mme.  Bouguet.  But  the  latter 
so  far  controls  herself  as  to  go  on  helping  her  husband 
correct  his  proof-sheets,  until  the  tension  is  relieved 
by  the  entrance  of  the  enraged  Blondel.  Then  there  is 
a  duel,  and  Bouguet  gets  the  fatal  bullet,  and  when  he 
knows  he  is  dying  he  becomes  the  flambeau  of  man- 
kind once  more  and  makes  his  wife  and  Blondel  vow 
that  they  between  them  will  carry  on  and  complete  his 
work. 

Such  is  the  tragedy  in  which  M.  le  Bargy  is  playing 
the  truant  from  the  Comedie  in  the  role  of  Bouguet. 
It  gives  him  an  opportunity  now  and  then  to  display 
his  lady-killing  manner,  and  this  time  under  a  scientific 
rather  than  a  priestly  cloak,  but  the  predominant  note 
is  far  more  serious  than  any  he  has  hitherto  touched, 
and  his  death-scene  was  acted  with  terrific  realism. 

Paris,  December  3,  1912.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 


If  it  is  found  possible  the  Navy  Department  will  re- 
cover the  cannon,  bronze  ornaments,  and  other  relics 
of  the  old  American  frigate  Philadelphia,  the  hulk  of 
which  has  rested  and  rotted  in  the  mud  of  the  harbor  of 
Tripoli  since  1804,  when  she  was  set  on  fire  and  sunk 
by  Lieutenant  Decatur  to  prevent  her  use  by  the  pirates 
who  had  captured  her.  Tripoli  became  involved  in  war 
with  the  United  States  in  1801,  the  pascha  having  de- 
manded an  increase  in  the  annual  tribute  of  $83,000 
which  the  American  government  had  paid  since  1796 
for  the  protection  of  commerce  from  piracy.  The  in- 
crease was  refused  and  a  naval  force  was  sent  from 
America  to  blockade  Tripoli.  The  Turks  decoyed  the 
Philadelphia  on  the  reefs  and  in  February  Lieutenant 
Decatur  led  a  daring  expedition  into  the  harbor  and 
burned  the  frigate  in  the  face  of  a  deadly  fire  with 
the  loss  of  only  one  man  killed.  Bombardment  of 
Tripoli  and  the  abolishment  of  the  tribute  followed  this 
action. 

For  more  than  2500  years  Saloniki  has  had  a  continu- 
ous history,  though  the  city  has  not  always  been  known 
by  its  present  name.  It  was  refounded  and  renamed 
by  Alexander  the  Great  in  the  year  315  B.  C.  It  is 
said  that  Philip  of  Macedon  named  his  daughter  Thes- 
salonica  because  on  the  day  he  heard  of  her  birth  he 
won  a  victory  over  the  Thessalians.  Thus  the  vic- 
tory of  Philip  and  the  name  of  his  daughter,  the  half- 
sister  of  the  conqueror  of  the  world,  are  all  embalmed 
in  the  name  of  the  city. 

■■» 

Bulgaria  is  said  to  be  approaching  the  ideal  slate  of 
latter-day  social  reformers,  in  that  it  has  neither  a  very 
poor  class  nor  a  very  wealthy  class.  In  the  towns  there 
are  cases  of  individual  want  and  misconduct,  but  these 
cases  are  few  and  insignificant.  There  is  no  need  to 
make  any  public  provision  for  the  relief  of  the  poor; 
there  is  no  question  of  the  conflicting  interest  of  work- 
men and  employers;  strikes  and  trade  unions  are  alike 

unknown. 

■  ■■ 

When  completed,  the  Laufenburg  plant  will  be  the 
largest  hydro-electric  power  station  in  Switzerland.  It 
is  being  built  at  Laufenburg  on  the  Rhino,  where  that 
river  forms  the  boundary  between  Germany  and 
Switzerland.  About  50,000  horsepower  will  he  de- 
veloped by  utilizing  the  fall  of  a  cataract  over  one- 
half  mile  in  length. 

^i^ 

Between  Vladivostok  and  Moscow,  a  distance  of  5426 
miles,  but  one  change  is  necessary  on  the  international 
train  de  luxe.  The  transfer  is  made  at  Irkutsk,  3425 
miles  east  of  Moscow. 


In    China    and    Japan    railroad    sign1  r    the 

names  of  places   in  both   English   and 
guage. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21,  1912. 


AN    IMPERIAL    SPORTSMAN. 


The  Crown  Prince  of    Germany  Tells   of  His  Hunting   Ex- 
periences in  Many  Lands. 


Royalty  nowadays  is  doing  its  fair  share  of  author- 
ship, perhaps  even  more  than  its  share.  The  Queen  of 
Roumania  has  for  long  been  a  star  in  the  literary 
firmament  and  a  star  that  needs  no  reflected  light. 
Queen  Victoria  added  substantially  to  the  autobio- 
graphical shelf  as  well  as  to  the  history  of  her  own 
times,  and  there  are  other  modern  examples  of  royal 
authorship  that  need  not  be  recalled  to  memory.  And 
now  we  have  a  volume  of  hunting  reminiscences  by  the 
Crown  Prince  of  Germany,  of  whom  we  have  heard  a 
good  deal  lately,  although  from  political  rather  than 
literary  sources.  The  heir  apparent  to  the  German 
throne  is,  it  seems,  a  mighty  hunter,  ami  well  disposed 
to  make  known  his  exploits,  although  always  in  an  emi- 
nently modest  and  becoming  way.  He  has  shot  ele- 
phants in  Ceylon,  tigers  in  India,  ibex  in  the  Alps,  roe- 
bucks in  Silesia,  and  grouse  in  Scotland.  His  hand, 
he  says,  is  more  used  to  the  bridle,  the  rifle,  and  the 
alpenstock  than  to  the  pen.  and  it  is  only  the  conscious- 
ness that  he  has  enjoyed  many  hunting  experiences  that 
fall  to  the  lot  of  only  the  few  that  induces  him  to  offer 
his  book  to  sportsmen.  But  he  would  have  us  harbor 
no  illusions  in  the  matter.  He  claims  no  literary  merit 
for  these  "plain,  unadorned  little  sketches."  He  warns 
us  that  there  is  nothing  particularly  striking  about 
them  and  that  they  contain  no  sensational  revelations. 
The  first  story  told  by  the  author  is  of  an  elephant 
hunt  in  Ceylon.  He  tells  us  that  he  was  guided  to  the 
spot  by  the  snoring  of  his  victim — surely  a  warning  to 
like  offenders  everywhere,  and  that  he  found  the  colos- 
sal brute  leaning  on  one  side,  gray  and  massive,  fast 
asleep.  His  guide  told  him  the  exact  spot  at  which  to 
aim.  but  he  evidently  missed  it,  seeing  that  the  "old 
gentleman"  awoke  with  a  fearsome  trumpeting  and 
fairly  sprang  into  the  air: 

Owing  to  the  fact  that  the  head  was  turned  to  one  side  the 
shot  missed  the  vital  part. 

The  brute  stood  there  amazed  and  furious.  But  only  for 
a  second,  just  long  enough  for  Finckenstein  and  one  of  the 
Englishmen  to  fire.  Then  the  wounded  giant  turned  and 
crashed  away.    .    .    . 

There  we  stood — looking  remarkably  foolish.  The  Eng- 
lishman said  "damn"  and  we  said  "verflucht,"  which  is  very 
much   the  same  thing. 

One  thing  I  was  determined  upon,  and  that  was  to  follow 
immediately. 

One  of  the  Englishmen  roundly  declared  that  he  would  not 
consent  to  my  going  a  step  farther,  for  a  wounded  elephant  is 
no  joke. 

I  told  him  quietly  that  he  could  go  back  if  he  liked.  This 
he  declined  to  do,  so  we  all  started  to  follow  the  horrible, 
reeking  track. 

That  chase  I  shall  never  forget  as  long  as  I  live. 

The  undergrowth  was  tremendously  thick  and  prevented  us 
seeing  anything.  Any  moment  we  might  have  found  our- 
selves within  a  few  yards  of  the  wounded  elephant.  If  he 
had  attacked  us  we  should  certainly  have  been  lost.  There 
could  be   no   doubt   whatever   about  that. 

The  ground  was  slippery,  covered  everywhere  with  thorn 
bushes,  so  that  we  could  not  step  a  couple  of  paces  aside 
from  the  elephant  track.  There  were  no  large  trees.  All  the 
time  there  was  this  hidden,  threatening  danger  behind  the 
wall  of  undergrowth.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  we  were  nearly 
caught. 

One  of  the  Englishmen  had  just  pushed  aside  the  curtain 
of  climbing  growth — when  I  suddenly  noticed  that  he  was 
making  me  violent  signs.  I  jumped  forward,  and  quickly 
motioned  back  to  Finckenstein.  ...  In  front  of  us,  twenty 
paces  away,  stood  the  gray  giant,  ready  for  the  attack,  his 
huge   ears    stretched   out,    his  trunk   rolled   upwards. 

In   another  moment  he  would  have  been  on  us. 

As  by  agreement  we  opened  fire,  and  bullets  fairly  hailed 
on   him. 

He  turned  and  decamped. 

I  was  in  despair.  We  had  had  all  the  trouble,  excitement, 
and  danger  for  nothing. 

Once  iiiore  we  started  in  pursuit,  and  for  another  two 
hours  fought  our  way,  ever  more  painfully,  through  thicket 
and  marsh,  until  finally  our  strength  gave  out.  Utterly  out 
■  »f  breath,  we  all  sat  down  where  we  stood — that  is  to  say,  in 
the   water.      We   were  simply  unable  to  move  another  step. 

So  ended  this  strange  hunt.  The' elephant  had  received 
more  than  a  dozen  bullets — but  we  never  saw  him  again. 

The  next  notable  adventure  of  the  author  was  with 
a  ti^er.  Hy_-  tells  us  exactly  how  the  beaters  were 
arranged,  and  in  order  that  there  shall  be  no  misunder- 
standing  we  are  furnished  with  a  little  diagram  with 
indicating  arrow-;.  As  soon  as  a  tiger  is  sighted  by  the 
Outposts  "a  positively  hellish  noise  endues.  Drums  and 
rattles  rend  the  air,  shrill  howls  are  heard,  fireworks 
explode."     Poor  tiger: 

My    native    becomes    uneasy.      1    feel    his    hand    press    gently 

upon   my    arm.      Mis   finger  points   almost   imperceptibly   in   the 

pecics   of   cave   in    the   undergrowth,    about    a 

hundred  paces  to  my  right.     Suddenly  1  see  a  yellow  spot,  very 

quietly  mo\  ing. 

At    1. 

Now  he  comes  fully  into  view.  He  slinks  slowly  for- 
ward, then  stops,  looking  suspiciously  round  towards  the 
beaters,  as  if  he  would  say:  "Don't  you  worry  me  too  much! 
I  am  only  K<»ing  0f  ]11V  own  frL.e  wm    vou  miserable  puppets!" 

I  was  so  absorbed  in  contemplation  of  the  splendid  brute 
that    I   almosl  •>.■■.    rifle.     Thi    sights  trembled 

the    shot    ran-    out. 
A     n.ar     which     shook    me    to    the    in  arrow    broke    upon    the 

silent   air      I   have  never  heard  anything  equal   to  it. 

I  had  '  i1   him  a  litt'c  too  low,  but  the  animal  fell  and  was 
i         ■  ond  bullet  finished  him. 

The  ! great  thai    I    felt  quite  unnerved. 

.  ilrink  of  whisky  and  water  helped  to  restore  me. 

In  that  last  sentence  there  is  the  touch  of  nature  that 
makes   the   whole    world   kin.     We   perceive   that   the 
n    Pri  ice   <>f   Germany    i-   indeed   a   man    and   a 
brother. 

We  hav-    a  vivid  account  of  pig  sticking  in   India,  a 

•   is  exciting  and  dangerous   and   thai   results 

if  broken  arms  and  K- p: s .      There  are  two 

licking   a   pig,  and  if  the  author  had  be*  n   mi 


Chicago  he  would  know  that  there  is  a  third  way. 
You  can  use  either  a  long  bamboo  spear  (sketch  of 
long  bamboo  spear),  or  a  short  bamboo  spear  (sketch 
of  short  bamboo  spear).  The  first  is  used  horizontally 
and  the  second  perpendicularly : 

You  must  not  imagine  that  pigs  such  as  these  allow  them- 
selves to  be  speared  peacefully  and  quietly.  On  the  con- 
trary, they  frequently  make  a  brave  onslaught  upon  the 
rider's  horse.  I.  myself,  when  I  was  hunting  at  Muttra  with 
the  Royal  Dragoons,  had  a  huge  wild  boar  between  the  legs 
of  my  little  Arab.  The  horse  bit  and  kicked  at  the  pig  like 
a  mad  thing.  I  could  not  get  a  chance  for  a  single  thrust. 
I  have  to  thank  the  cleverness  of  my  little  Arab  horse  that 
we  came  as  well  out  of  the  business  as  we  did. 

The  most  unpleasant  part  of  this  sport  is  the  finish.  The 
boar  is  as  a  rule  tremendously  tough  and  does  not  give  up 
easily.  My  instinct  as  a  sportsman  was  pained  at  the  sight 
of  the  poor  plucky  beast  with  three  spears  in  its  quivering 
hide,   making  a   slow  and   fighting  end. 

And  yet  the  gaKop  after  the  quarry  and  the  first  successful 
thrust — well,  that  is  sport!     But  not  a  sport  for  old  maids. 

The  chapter  on  grouse  shooting  in  Scotland  gives 
opportunity  for  a  good  word  for  English  hospitality, 
and  there  are  other  appreciative  references  to  the  same 
theme : 

These  English  country  houses  are,  to  my  taste,  the  most 
elegant  and  at  the  same  time  the  most  comfortable  places 
imaginable.  In  my  Indian  sketches  I  have  already  paid  tribute 
to  the  wonderful  hospitality  of  the  Briton,  and  I  should  like 
to  mention  it  gratefully  again  now.  Each  guest  is  delightfully 
cared  for  in  a  house  of  this  kind.  And  this  care  is  so 
quietly  and  charmingly  exercised  that  the  recipient  is  never 
allowed  to  realize  that  the  host  is  putting  himself  to  any 
trouble  on  his  behalf.  The  English  excel  in  this  art  of 
genial   and   thoughtful   entertaining. 

The  German  host  thinks  that  his  guest  must  be  end- 
lessly amused.  In  England  the  guest  is  allowed  to 
amuse  himself  entirely  as  his  fancy  may  dictate: 

At  home  we  are  apt  to  think  a  guest  must  be  everlastingly 
amused — he  is  worn  to  death  with  the  occupations,  pleasures, 
"sight-seeing"  provided  by  his  host — amusements  which 
usually  afford  entertainment  to  every  one  except  the  poor 
victim.  There  is  nothing  of  this  kind  in  England.  The  meals 
are  at  settled  hours,  and  at  these  the  "house-party"  fore- 
gathers. Unless  there  is  something  special  on  foot,  such  as 
a  shoot,  each  one  is  absolutely  his  own  master  in  the  inter- 
vals. As  these  "house-parties"  are  usually  composed  of 
licht-hearted  voung  men  and  very  often  of  beautiful  women. 
there  is  every  reason  why  you  should  have  a  delightful  time. 
The  who'.e  house  and  home  of  the  host  is  in  the  fullest  sense 
of  the  word  at  the  Ernest's  absolute  disposal.  He  only  has  to 
say  the  word,  and  he  can  ride,  motor,  fish,  shoot,  sail,  play 
tennis  or  golf,  flirt — everything  is  at  his  hand.  He  has  only 
got  to  choose. 

The  Scottish  castle  in  which  I  found  myself  was  typical 
of  this  perfect  hosnitality.  Each  guest  received  a  gardenia 
every  evening  to  wear  as  a  buttonhole  with  his  dress  clothes. 
In  the  morning  the  party  started  forth  by  coach  and  four, 
while  I  followed  with  my  kindly  host  in  a  little  American 
bugffy-  This  he  drove  at  full  gallop  to  the  rendezvous,  as 
anything  else  bored  him.  The  springs  of  the  little  carriage 
were  so  constructed  that  I  was  not  shaken  in  the  least.  These 
drives  I  found  both  novel  and  delightful,  for  at  home  one 
only  sees  runaway  cabs  and  mounted  batteries  in  full  gallop. 

The  author  gives  us  a  chapter  on  chamois  hunting 
in  the  Alps,  and  he  tells  us  how  nearly  he  lost  his 
life  while  trying  to  recover  a  dead  buck.  His  hunts- 
man had  advised  against  the  shot  on  account  of  the 
distance,  but  none  the  less  the  shot  was  attempted,  and 
successfully : 

At  last  I  am  ready  to  take  aim,  then  a  slight  touch  and 
the  rest  is  in   the  hands  of   fate. 

On  all  fours  the  buck  springs  into  the  air ;  then  stands 
still ;  then  he  goes  backwards  a  few  steps  and  then  slides  and 
slides  farther  and  more  rapidly,  at  last  in  great  bounds,  into 
a   cloud   of   snow,  to   the   valley  below.   .    .    . 

"Good  Lord !  his  horns—if  only  he  hasn't  smashed  his 
horns!"  cries  the  hunter. 

There  he  lies  in  a  little  dent  on  the  old  avalanche  some 
four  hundred  yards  below  us.  You  can  just  see  one  horn 
through    the   glass.     There   is  nothing   for   it   but  to   go   down. 

So  away  we  go  on  the  difficult  descent. 

The  other  two  have  roped  me,  and  we  start  carefully  down 
the  mountain.  When  we  have  reached  the  edge  of  the  old 
avalanche,  on  the  same  level  as  the  buck,  but  still  some  two 
hundred  paces  away  from  him,  Brtigger  begins  to  look 
anxious. 

"Bad  going,  there,"  he  says. 

I  laugh  at  him  and  tell  him  that  of  course  we  can  manage 
it.  We  go  carefully  a  step  at  a  time.  The  huntsman  cuts 
steps,  for  the  snow  is  frozen  hard  here  and  goes  in  one  long 
precipice  dowrn  into  the  wood.  A  single  slip  and  there  is  no 
chance  of  saving  yourself. 

Every  now  and  then  I  look  back  at  Mucksel.  He  walks 
silently,  holding  the  rope  in  an  iron  grasp.  All  at  once,  with 
overwhelming  suddenness,  I  hear  a  rushing,  grumbling  sound. 
My  huntsman  leaps  back  like  lightning,  and  before  my  feet, 
not  more  than  four  yards  away  from  where  I  stand,  the 
whole  mass  of  snow  glides  into  the  valley  below ;  a  great 
white  expanse,  the  size  of  the  floor  of  a  big  room.  It  must 
have  been  an  old  hollow,  frozen  avalanche.  It  seemed  per- 
fectly safe,  and  yet  in  a  moment  the  whole  thing  slid  almost 
from  under  us.  The  gray  grass  of  the  slope  lay  bare  before 
us. 

Death,  the  great  white  death,  had  passed  within  a  few 
yards  of  us  and  had  greeted  us  in  passing. 

I  think  each  of  us  breathed  a  short  but  sincere  prayer.    .    .    . 

Thoughtfully,  and  as  carefully  as  if  we  were  treading  on 
eggs,  we  turned  and  crept  back  the  same  rough  path  we  had 
climbed  down. 

Only  after  a  long  detour  which  took  some  hours  did  Muck- 
sel brine  the  buck  to  the  hunting-lodge.  We  soon  regained 
our  spirits  with  the  help  of  a  bumper  of  port. 

Best  of  all,  the  crown  prince  tells  us  a  ghost  story, 
not  of  the  grisly  kind,  it  being  only  the  ghost  of  a 
stag:,  but  as  he  saw  it  himself  we  may  consider  the 
truth  of  the  incident  as  established  beyond  all  doubt. 
Indeed  the  author  saw  this  ghost — a  well-known  one  by 
the  way — on  two  different  occasions.  He  tells  us  that 
he  was  so  close  to  him  that  he  could  count  every  branch 
on  his  antlers  with  the  naked  eye.  He  sprang  from  his 
cart  and  fired  point-blank,  but  "My  aim  was  all  right. 
the  herd  scattered,  and  the  stag — simply  disappeared. 
We  could  neither  see  nor  find  any  trace  of  him."  The 
second  occasion  is  described  as  follows: 

I  leaped  out  of  the  carriape  and  looked  through  the  glass! 
1   undoubtedly   recognized   the   splendid  stag,   the   famous   four- 


teen-pointer  !  The  herd  began  to  move  and  made  off  through 
an  alder  wood  to  an  adjoining  meadow.  The  stag  moved  in 
their  midst. 

The  forester  and  I  stalked  them  as  quickly  as  possible  ;  but 
they  had  already  gone  some  distance.  At  last,  in  a  small 
field,  we  saw  the  herd  again.  With  infinite  care  we  crept 
towards  them  and  managed  to  get  within  possible  range.  The 
deer,  however,  were  restless  and  moved  to  and  fro  uneasily 
round  the  border  of  the  wood. 

There  is  scarcely   light   enough   to   shoot. 

In  spite  of  that,  after  a  most  careful  scrutiny  through  the 
glass,  I  take  particular  care,  adjust  the  sights,  and  fire. 
There  is  just  enough  light  for  me  to  see  that  the  stag  takes 
a  great  leap,   then  drops  dead. 

The  head  forester  and  I  excitedly  shake  hands  ;  at  last  we 
have  got  the  blessed  brute  ! 

After  a  quick  run  over  the  three  hundred  yards  of  marshy 
meadowland  we  reach  the  spot,  and  there — to  our  indescribable 
surprise  and  disillusionment — lies  a  poor  wretched  twelve- 
pointer,  killed  by  a  beautifully  clean  shot.  This  was  really 
going  beyond  a  joke  I  I  told  the  forester  to  his  face  that 
there  was  something  wrong  here.  At  this  he  found  his 
tongue  again,  and  told  me  that  for  a  long  time  there  had 
been  a  legend  among  the  neighboring  huntsmen  of  a  splendid 
stag,  at  which  many  of  them  had  shot,  that  was  bewitched, 
and  for  which  the  fatal  bullet  had  not  yet  been  cast. 

Well,  I  am  not  really  superstitious,  but  I  must  say  I  am 
inclined  to  think  there  was  certainly  something  mightily  un- 
canny about  this  stag. 

We  still  call  him  the  ghost-stag,  and  I  do  not  believe  I 
shall  ever  get  another  shot  at  him. 

This  incident  ought  to  figure  larger^  in  the  reports 
of  the  Society  for  Psychical  Research.  It  is  not  often 
that  its  learned  officials  get  a  real  live  prince  on  the 
witness-stand,  but  perhaps  the  author  would  object  to 
being  "investigated." 

The  crown  prince,  by  the  way,  has  a  great  respect 
for  the  elephant  and  his  testimony  is  worthy  of  quota- 
tion.    Speaking  of  his  Indian  visit,  he  says: 

This  is  perhaps  a  good  oportunity  to  say  a  word  about 
these  elephants.  The  elephant  must  certainly  be  the  most 
intelligent  animal  in  creation.  He  lives  to  a  great  age  and 
knows  his  keeper  so  well  that  the  latter  can  hold  intelligent 
conversations  with  him.  As  you  listen  you  feel  that  the  ani- 
mal understands  every  word.  The  keeper  calls  out  something 
to  the  giant,  and  the  elephant  obeys  him  at  once  to  the  letter. 
For  instance,  a  sportsman  may  have  dropped  something  upon 
the  ground.  The  mahout  (the  driver)  shouts  some,  to  us. 
unintelligible  word,  and  the  animal,  without  the  quiver  of  an 
eye'ash,  picks  up  the  article  with  his  trunk  and  hands  it 
politely    to    his   driver. 

If  the  path  is  bad  in  a  thick  jungle,  the  elephant  sets  to 
work  and  systematically  makes  another.  He  pulls  small  trees 
up  by  the  roots,  bends  others  out  of  the  way,  and  in  a  short 
time  the  path  is  clear.  As  a  rule  the  elephant  knows  no  fear 
even  before  the  tiger.  It  sometimes  occurs,  during  a  drive, 
that  a  tiger  or  panther  will  spring  upon  the  old  fellow,  but 
the  fun  is  not  all  on  their  side,  for  they  are  soon  shaken  off 
and  the  great  feet  of  the  colossus  trample  them  to  powder. 
It  is  no  wonder  that  in  India  the  elephant  is  looked  upon 
with    almost   superstitious    reverence. 

The  ease  with  which  elephants  carry  heavy  trees,  and  the 
way  in  which  they  manage  them  with  their  trunks  is  stagger- 
ing. They  ford  rushing  rivers ;  they  swim  magnificently ; 
slowly  but  very  surely  they  climb  soft,  slippery  river  banks, 
up  which  a  man  can  hardly  clamber.  They  fear  but  one  thing, 
and  that  is  quicksand.  The  banks  of  the  Indian  rivers  are 
often  bordered  by  moving  sand-dunes.  These  may  be  very 
dangerous  for  the  elephant.  For  if  the  heavy  giant  ventures 
his  weight  on  these  sands,  he  is  hopelessly  lost.  The  clever 
fellow  knows  this  well,  and  it  is  a  difficult  matter  to  get  him 
to  go  anywhere  in  the  neighborhood  of  these  dangerous  spots. 
In  his  fear  of  sinking  he  tears  everything  from  his  back,  the 
howdah  in  which  one  sits,  and  the  men  who  may  be  riding 
him.  and  then  throws  them  under  his  feet  that  he  may  get  a 
foothold  to  work  upon. 

Even  though  this  volume  may  not  take  rank  among 
the  great  hunting  records  of  the  day,  it  is  none  the 
less  an  interesting  record  of  personal  adventures  and  a 
record  marked  by  unvarying  good  temper,  good  fellow- 
ship, and  by  a  sincere  love  of  nature. 

From  My  Hunting  Day-Book.  By  His  Imperial 
and  Royal  Highness  the  Crown  Prince  of  the  German 
Empire  and  of  Prussia.  New  York:  George  H.  Doran 
Company ;  $2  net. 

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Oklahoma  has  limestone  sufficient  to  make  lime  for 
all  the  world,  but  she  imports  all  the  lime  she  uses 
from  Missouri,  Arkansas,  and  Texas.  Practically  all 
the  manufactured  clay  products,  including  sewer  tile, 
crockery,  and  the  like,  come  from  Missouri  and  Kansas, 
although  Oklahoma  has  better  clay  than  either  of  these 
states.  With  salt  water  going  to  waste,  salt  is  imported 
from  Kansas  and  Michigan.  With  asphalt  deposits 
the  largest  in  the  country,  the  streets  of  the  cities  are 
now  being  paved  with  asphalt  from  Trinidad  or  with 
an  inferior  product  derived  from  the  residue  of  refined 
petroleum.  Xothing  is  now  needed  but  the  development 
and  utilization  of  her  raw  materials.  Oklahoma  is  des- 
tined one  clay  to  become  one  of  the  leading  manufactur- 
ing states  in  the  Union. 


The  towns  and  villages  of  the  Vlachs  are  more  solidly 
built  than  those  of  any  other  Balkan  race.  Notwith- 
standing their  love  of  attractive  stone  houses,  the 
Vlachs  are  great  wanderers,  and  during  the  summer 
the  greater  part  of  the  male  population  of  the  towns 
travel  far  about  the  country,  dealing—in  horses.  They 
are   shrewd   business   men   and   seldom   make   a   losing 

transaction. 

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Marking  the  dividing  line  between  Europe  and  Asia 
and  of  Russia  and  Siberia,  at  the  summit  of  the  Ural 
Mountains,  is  the  "Monument  of  Tears/'  a  white,  tri- 
angular pyramid,  so  significant  to  the  unfortunate  exile, 
whose  eyes  here  catch  a  final  glimpse  of  the  land  which 
contains  all  that  is  dear  to  him. 


In  the  examination  hall  at  Canton,  China,  where  un- 
der the  old  regime  students  sat  for  their  military  tests, 
is  the  water  clock  which  has  automatically  recorded 
the  time  ''  -  3000  years 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 

Corporal  Cameron. 
Mr.  Ralph  Connor  is  to  be  congratulated 
upon  a  red  blood  story  of  the  Canadian  North- 
west. Incidentally  he  shows  what  a  new  coun- 
try can  do  for  a  young  man  who  seems  to 
be  doomed  by  the  conventionalities  and  tra- 
ditions of  the  old  country  to  a  life  of  de- 
generacy. 

The  story  opens  in  Scotland  and  on  the  foot- 
ball field.  The  match  is  lost  to  the  Scottish 
International  because  Allan  Cameron  loses  hit, 
nerve  at  the  critical  moment.  Later  on  we 
see  why.  Allan  has  been  drinking  and  keep- 
ing bad  compare  and  would  doubtless  con- 
tinue to  do  so  but  for  the  interposition  of 
Providence  which  causes  him  to  be  wrongly 
accused  of  raising  a  check.  He  proves  his 
innocence,  or  rather  it  is  proved  for  him,  but 
he  is  now  thoroughly  awakened  and  deter- 
mines to  make  a  new  start  for  himself  in 
Canada,  where  it  is  not  disgraceful  to  work 
and  where  a  man  is  valued  on  his  merits. 
He  works  as  a  clerk  in  Montreal,  then  as  a 
farm  hand  in  Ontario,  and  finally  goes  west 
and  joins   the   Northwest   Mounted   Police. 

Henceforth  Cameron  is  a  real  man.  All  the 
adventures  of  one  of  the  most  adventurous 
services  in  the  world  fall  to  his  lot.  He  ar- 
rests warlike  Indians,  fights  the  illicit  whisky 
trade,  and  generally  leads  the  life  common 
to  all  the  six  hundred  men  who  po'.ice  the 
vast  areas  of  the  Canadian  Northwest.  The 
author  knows  his  topic  thoroughly  and  he  pre- 
sents it  so  far  as  is  possible  in  its  entirety 
rather  than  selecting  a  few  incidents.  No 
better  presentation  has  ever  been  given  nor 
one  more  detailed  and  skillful. 

Of  course  there  is  a  romance.  Cameron 
leaves  Ontario  partly  because  a  clumsy,  un- 
couth, and  ignorant  country  girl  has  fallen 
in  love  with  him.  But  he  meets  her  again 
in  the  Northwest  and  she  is  no  longer  clumsy, 
uncouth,  nor  ignorant.  She  has  become  a 
hospital  nurse  and  drill  and  discipline  have 
worked  their  usual  miracles.  If  we  think  that 
these  particular  miracles  are  too  miraculous 
we  can  put  it  down  to  artistic  emphasis. 

Possibly  the  story  has  a  fault  in  that  it 
follows  too  closely  the  fortunes  of  its  hero. 
Before  the  scene  changes  to  Canada  we  had 
become  interested  in  various  Scotch  people, 
including  a  couple  of  charming  girls.  But  we 
hear  no  more  of  them,  and  we  want  to.  Scot- 
land ceases  to  exist  as  soon  as  Cameron  lands 
in  Canada.  It  is  true  that  Cameron  and 
Nurse  Haley  will  fill  any  reasonable  bill,  and 
yet  we  feel  that  auld  acquaintance  should  not 
be    quite    forgot. 

Corporal  Cameron.  By  Ralph  Connor.  New 
York:    George  H.   Doran  Company;  $1.25   net. 


Loeb  Classical  Library. 

It  would  be  hard  to  speak  in  too  high 
praise  of  the  Loeb  Classical  Library  now  ap- 
pearing under  the  general  editorship  of  T. 
E.  Page,  M.  A.,  and  W.  H.  D.  Rouse,  Litt. 
D.  Twenty  volumes  have  been  published  al- 
ready, and  among  them  "The  Confessions  of 
Saint  Augustine,"  "Euripides,"  "The  Life 
of  Apol'ionius  of  Tyana,"  "Propertius," 
"Sophocles,"  "Lucian,"  and  "Terence."  TIil 
volumes  are  of  convenient  size  and  well 
printed.  The  left-hand  page  is  devoted  to  the 
text  in  the  original  Latin  or  Greek  and  this  is 
faced  by  the  English  translation.  Nothing 
could  be  better  adapted  to  the  needs  of  the 
average  student,  who  may  be  able  to  read  the 
classics  in  their  original  form,  but  who  is 
comforted  by  the  knowledge  that  the  trans- 
lation is  waiting  to  be  called  upon   if  needed. 

And  for  this  very  reason  it  seems  that  an 
error  of  judgment  has  been  made  in  using 
verse  translations  for  verse  originals.  A 
literal  translation  would  have  been  more  use- 
ful, and  utility  was  obviously  intended  to  be 
the  dominant  note  in  an  arrangement  by 
which  the  original  and  the  translation  are  made 
to  face  each  other.  The  translation  is  of 
course  intended  as  an  aid  to  the  reading  of 
the  original,  and  the  aid  is  therefore  effective 
in  proportion  to  the  literalness.  And  literal- 
ness  must  always  be  sacrificed  to  the  exigen- 
cies  of  verse. 

None  the  less  the  series  is  an  extraordi- 
narily valuable  one  and  prepared  with  scholar- 
ship and  care.  It  does  not  take  the  place  of 
any  other,  because  there  is  no  other  like  it 
and  its  welcome  should  be  correspondingly 
emphatic. 

The  Loeb  Classical  Library.  Edited  by  T.  E. 
Page,  M.  A.,  and  W.  H.  D.  Rouse,  Litt.  D.  New 
York:  The  Macmillan  Company;  $1.50  per  volume. 


One  Man's  View. 
A  girl  who  has  set  her  whole  heart  upon 
the  stage  and  who  is  compelled  to  abandon 
her  ambitions  because  she  finds  it  impossible 
to  gain  admission  even  in  the  humblest  ca- 
pacity is  not  likely  to  make  a  very  good  wife. 
Perhaps  that  distinguished  lawyer,  George 
Heriot,  was  ill-advised  when  he  persuaded  the 
daughter  of  his  old  friend  to  marry  him  in- 
stead of  returning  to  her  father  in  Canada 
after  her  futile  siege  of  the  London  theatres. 
Mamie's  heart  is  still  set  stageward.  If  she 
can  get  no  chance  to  act  she  can  at  least  try 
her  luck  at  playwriting.  and  possibly  Heriot 
does  not  fully  understand  that  his  mature 
love  and  his  money  can  not  quite  take  the 
nlace  of  ''rnr^atic  sympathy.  So  when  Lucas 
*.*,  ,.ts  along  and  offers  both   sympathy 


and  understanding  Mamie  believes  that  at 
last  she  has  found  her  mate  and  incontinently 
departs  with  him  to  Paris.  Of  course  Heriot 
divorces  his  wife  in  order  that  Field  may 
marry  her,  but  Field  inconsiderately  dies  and 
Mamie  finds  herself  not  only  disgraced  but 
nearly  penniless.  So  far  we  have  heard  the 
story  before  and  not  always  in  fiction.  But 
Mr.  Merrick  adds  a  sequel.  Mamie,  returning 
from  her  father's  deathbed  in  Canada  and 
herself  under  sentence  of  death  from 
consumption,  finds  that  Heriot  is  her  fellow- 
passenger.  An  interview  naturally  resu'.ts, 
first  in  Heriot's  sympathy  for  the  stricken 
woman  who  was  once  his  wife  and  then  in  his 
discovery  that  he  is  as  much  in  love  with  her 
as  ever.  And  then  to  crown  the  glittering 
edifice  the  famous  London  specialist  says  that 
Mamie's  consumption  is  "bosh"  and  that  she 
may  live  to  be  eighty,  and  no  doubt  she  does. 
In  spite  of  a  certain  theatricality  of  plot  con- 
sonant with  his  theme,  Mr.  Merrick  tells  his 
story  well  enough  to  bring  a  suspicion  of 
moisture  to  the  eyes.  Mamie  is  far  from  the 
ideal  woman,  but  perhaps  they  are  nicest  that 
way. 

One  Man's  View.      By  Leonard    Merrick.     New 
York:    Mitchell    Kennerley;    $1.20   net. 


The  Upas  Tree. 
We  must  confess  to  an  inability  to  under- 
stand Mrs.  Barclay's  latest  adventure  in 
fiction.  She  gives  us  a  story  of  a  young 
novelist  who  announces  to  his  wife  that  he 
must  go  at  once  to  the  wi'ds  of  Africa  to  col- 
lect local  color  for  a  new  plot.  On  his  way 
home  he  stops  at  Leipzig  in  order  to  visit  a 
cousin,  which  was  wrong  of  him,  as  his  wife 
had  distinctly  told  him  that  she  did  not  ap- 
prove of  said  cousin.  He  also  buys  a  'cello 
and  this  also  was  wrong,  as  his  wife  had 
warned  him  not  to  be  extravagant,  and  Mrs. 
Barclay's  husbands  always  obey  their  wives, 
whatever  other  faults  they  may  have.  Now 
the  cousin  seems  to  be  a  bit  of  a  magician,  a 
dealer  in  magic  and  spells,  for  as  soon  as 
dear  Ronnie  begins  to  p'ay  his  'cello,  which 
he  does  magnificently  although  he  has  never 
touched  one  before,  he  reverts  in  some  mys- 
terious way  to  the  personality  of  a  preceding 
life  which  was  not  a  very  good  life  if  we 
may  judge  from  the  character  of  the  visions. 
But  we  are  left  in  permanent  doubt  whether 
these  curious  experiences  are  actually  the 
memories  of  a  previous  incarnation,  whether 
they  are  merely  hallucinations  produced  by 
the  cousin's  enchantments,  or  whether  it  is 
the  African  upas  that  has  been  getting  in  its 
deadly  work.  Ronnie  and  his  wife,  in  spite 
of  their  orthodox  pieties,  seem  to  incline  to 
the  former  view,  but  we  are  left  in  doubt  as 
to  what  we  ought  to  believe,  and  we  are  so 
anxious  to  share  the  author's  opinions  in 
everything.  But  is  Mrs.  Barclay  having  her 
little   joke   at    our    expense? 

The  Upas  Tree.     By  Florence  L.  Barclay.     New 
York:  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons;  $1   net. 


Mr.  Achilles. 
This  is  the  seventh  story  standing  to  the 
credit  of  Jennette  Lee,  and  probably  it  is  the 
best.  "Mr.  Achilles"  is  a  Greek  fruit  peddler 
who  fondly  imagines  that  the  people  of  Chi- 
cago will  question  him  eagerly  about  the 
glories  of  the  Parthenon.  They  don't.  Then 
he  makes  the  acquaintance  of  the  little  daugh- 
ter of  a  millionaire — such  a  nice  little  girl — 
and  when  his  aristocratic  young  friend  is  kid- 
naped it  is  Mr.  Achilles  who  goes  on  the 
trail  and  ultimately  rescues  the  child.  The 
charm  of  the  little  story  is  not  alone  in  the 
narrative,  but  in  Mrs.  Lee's  gentle  realism 
and  power  of  character  depiction.  We  shall 
forget  neither  the  Greek  peddler  nor  the 
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Heredity  and  Eugenics. 

By  all  means  let  us  have  all  the  facts  rela- 
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gathered.  It  is  only  when  we  are  asked  to 
enforce  the  supposed  deductions  from  those 
facts  by  the  aid  of  laws  and  of  the  police 
that  we  object.  And  Professor  Davenport 
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to  warrant  the  framing  of  rules  for  matri- 
mony— rules,  it  may  be  said,  that  no  one 
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knew.  The  author,  like  all  heredirists,  is  too 
materialistic.  Facts  are  not  facts  unless  they 
are  tangible,  and  that  two  people  should  fall 
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considered  as  a  possible  indication  of  nature's 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


415 


'THE    ROSE    MAID.' 


I  took  a  green  hand  with  me  Tuesday  night 
to  see  "The  Rose  Maid,"  and  with  the  live- 
liest interest  noted  its  effect  on  the  receptivi- 
ties of  one  who  had  lived  apart  for  many 
years  from  stage  entertainment.  Green  Hand 
had  never  in  her  life  seen  a  strictly  modern 
musical  comedy,  so  I  prepared  her  for  the 
first  shock  by  explaining :  "When  the  cur- 
tain goes  up  you  will  see  a  bevy  of  pink  and 
gold-co'ored  girls  either  singing  or  dancing. 
When  they  finish,  they  will  all  join  in  a 
merry  ha  ha,  apropos  of  nothing,  and  run 
fleetly  to  another  part  of  the  stage,  where 
they  will  line  up  in  a  new  tableau ;  again, 
apropos  of  nothing." 

Of  course  it  came  exactly  as  I  said ;  per- 
haps not  at  the  exact  moment  prognosticated, 
but  it  came.  And,  of  course,  repeatedly,  and 
yet  again  repeatedly. 

At  the  end  of  about  half  an  hour  I  felt 
Green  Hand's  pulse,  anxiously,  and  studied 
her  symptoms.  Her  report  was,  "My  brain 
feels  queer.  I  thought  I  had  one,  but  it 
seems  to  have  evaporated,  or  gone  into  a 
state  of  coma.  Is  it  possible  that  this  sort 
of  thing  constitutes  ,  the  average  musical 
comedy  ?•' 

"No,"  I  responded,  judicially.  "This  piece 
has  no  class.  The  press  agents  can  fool  me 
yet,  and  I  supposed  it  had.  I  can't  tell  from 
the  names  of  the  principals  any  more.  Evi- 
dently there  are  several  trillion  pretty  girls 
who  have  made  good  in  musical  comedy  and 
they  bill  each  one  with  such  a  flourish  that, 
to  save  me,  I  can't  tell  whether  or  not  I've 
ever  read   or  heard  of  them  before." 

"Then."  said  Green  Hand,  dubiously,  "there 
is  a  possibility  that  you  can  really  enjoy 
musical  comedy,  if  it  has  class?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  I  replied,  reassuringly.  "Give 
me  a  good  comedian,  my  kind  of  comediav, 
and  I  can  really  emerge  at  the  end  of  the 
evening  with   heightened   spirits." 

"But  you  don't  mean  to  tell  me,"  queried 
Green  Hand,  regarding  me  as  one  who 
might,  after  all.  not  be  a  man  and  a  brother, 
"that  musical-comedy  comedians  can  make  you 
laugh  ?" 

"Even  so,"  I  asserted  confidently.  "And 
when  they  do,  I  love  them  tenderly.  If  ever 
dear,  dear  Montgomery  and  Stone  come  back 
I'll  prove  to  you  that  they'll  make  you  laugh, 
too.  If  ever  precious,  precious  Oscar  Figman 
returns  in  a  role  as  full  of  possibilities  as 
that  of  the  old  professor  of  Greek  in 
'Madame  Sherry*  you  shall  make  acquaint- 
ance with  musical  comedy  that  lives  up  to  the 
inferences  in  its  generic  designation." 

Green  Hand  surveyed  the  line  of  bobbing 
chorus  that  had  come  close  to  the  footlights, 
and  said:  "Their  conscientiousness  is  abso- 
lutely painful,  in  a  performance  of  this  kind. 
They  make  me  think  of  a  lot  of  children  that 
have  been  drilled  by  a  stern  task-master. 
They  all  seem  to  learn  by  rote,  and  talk  like 
a  lot  of  fairly  intelligent  parrots." 

"Yes,"  I  said,  "I  notice  the  same  thing. 
Their  conscientiousness  sticks  out  too  much. 
No  lightness.  That's  one  reason  why  this 
show  has  no  class.  Listen  to  the  duke,  for 
instance.  He  utters  his  lines  so  mechanically 
that  they  lose  meaning,  and  refuse  to  lodge 
in  the  mind.  He's  a  good-looking  young  man, 
he  has  physical  presence,  and  though  his 
voice  is  nasal,  still  it  is  a  voice.  But  no 
player  who  says  his  lines  like  a  phonograph 
can  be  considered  as  anything  but  second 
rate." 

"Poor  thing !"  said  Green  Hand,  regarding 
him  pityingly.  "I  hope  you  won't  roast  him. 
There  is  something  actually  pathetic  to  me 
about  his  colorless  adherence  to  instructions, 
his  absolute  elimination  of  individuality.  It 
seems  to  me  a  terrible  way  for  a  healthy, 
athletic  young  man  to  earn  a  living." 

I  regarded  the  duke  with  aroused  attention. 
Yes,  he  had  a  rather  nice  face ;  he  was  a 
fellow-worker,  after  all,  striving  honestly  and 
sincerely  to  do  his  little  best.  Green  Hand, 
entirely  away  from  my  artificial  standpoint, 
had  laid  her  touch  upon  our  mutual  humanity 
which  we  in  front  so  often,  necessarily,  for- 
get. 

How  can  we  help  it?  They  are  but  mimes, 
striving  to  lead  us  into  an  unreal  world,  and 
if  we  follow  Green  Hand's  lead,  and  look  at 
them  pityingly  and  sympathetically,  the  il- 
lusion is  gone,  the  paint  is  rubbed  off,  the 
pink  and  gold  girls  are  "chorus  ladies"  whose 
real  English  is  chippy  and  'steenth  class,  and 
the  show  is  something  to  mourn  over  instead 
of  to  laugh  at. 

Green   Hand  is  all  wrong.     "On   with   the 


dance,  let  joy  be  unconfined  !"  We  must  be 
amused,  and  whoso  fails  to  amuse  us  must  be 
gently  but  firmly  turned  down,  as  having 
failed  in  a  remunerated  task. 

"And  this  is  what  the  Tired  Business  Man 
keeps  on  wanting!"  commented  Green  Hand, 
as  the  curtain  went  down;  "amazing!" 

We  surveyed  the  T.  B.  M.,  and  thought  he 
looked    sleepy. 

"And  the  girl  in  her  teens,  and  in  her 
twenties,"  I  added,  "even  if  she's  had  a  high- 
art  education,  she  comes  to  see  this  sort  of 
thing,  and  studies  the  capers  of  these  poor 
little  footlight  moths,  and  strives  to  reproduce 
them  accurately  at  her  amateur  entertain- 
ments." 

"Guess  who  I  listened  to  most,"  said  Green 
Hand,  during  the  entr'acte. 

"Perle  Barti,"  I  responded  promptly;  "be- 
cause, in  spite  of  her  defective  English" 
t  Perle  calls  foreign,  furrin)  "she  has  a  clear, 
silvery  voice,  and  a  neatly  incisive  articula- 
tion." 

"Yes,"  agreed  Green  Hand ;  "I  did  partly 
t2ke  in  what  she  said,  but  the  one  I  listened 
to  most  is  Sir  John,  the  laugher,  the  one 
you   scorn." 

I  had,  indeed,  sat  in  the  seat  of  the  scorn- 
ful, in  the  matter  of  Sir  John's  comedy,  which 
was  of  the  most  primitive  description.  "You 
listened  to  him  because  he  is,  for  some  reason, 
rather  pervasive,"  I  replied,  "but  wait  until 
Leo  Stark  comes  on ;  he  was  once  excru- 
ciatingly funny  in  some  musical  comedy — 
I've  forgotten  which ;  nothing  so  easy  to 
erase  from  the  mind  as  pieces  of  that  charac- 
ter— in   a   burlesque    on   Othello." 

I  looked  up  his  name  on  the  programme 
and  uttered  an  exclamation  of  surprise. 
"Why!  he's  the  very  man!"  I  said,  pointing 
to  the  printed  cast.     "Sir  John  Portman !" 

Green  Hand  crowed  over  me  a  little,  on 
account  of  her  superior  discrimination,  as 
well  she  might ;  and,  indeed,  in  the  second 
act,  I  could  not  but  take  note  of  the  fact  that 
Leo  Stark  was  not  provided  with  a  single, 
no,  not  one  single,  solitary,  lone  laugh  in  his 
part,  so  the  poor  wretch  was  obliged  to  in- 
vent and  interpolate  them.  And  he  a  come- 
dian who,  give  him  half  a  chance,  I  have 
seen  make  people  rock  in  their  seats  with 
laughter. 

I  surveyed  the  boxes,  between  acts,  and 
saw  that  box  parties  were  conspicuous  by 
their  absence.  "Not  a  debutante  taking 
notes,"  I  said.  "Where  are  the  flowers,  the 
fair  young  flowers,  that  lately  sprang  and 
stood,  in  brighter  light  and  softer  airs,  a 
beauteous  sisterhood?" 

Of  course,  this  was  Tuesday  night,  but  still 
I  realized  that  the  word  had  been  passed 
along  some  way  or  other  that  "The  Rose 
Maid"  doesn't  possess  "class."  Society  wasn't 
present. 

And  yet  Green  Hand,  out  of  it  all  though 
she  has  been,  could  not  but  see  as  well  as  I 
that  "The  Rose  Maid"  was  carefully  re- 
hearsed, the  choral  vocal  volume  good,  the 
stage  business  accurate  and  perfectly  timed. 
But  there  was  no  wit  in  the  lines,  and  there 
were  no  personalities  in  the  company,  save 
and  except  Leo  Stark,  who  is  extinguished 
under  a  heavy  sea  of  drivel. 

The  piece  is  Viennese,  but  it  has  come 
about  that  that  is  against  it.  We  have  grown 
tired  of  banal  imitation.  The  time  has  come 
for  a  new  idea. 

The  waltz  of  the  three  up  and  down  the 
stairs  was  pretty,  yes,  but  not  particularly 
attractive  or  spectacular,  and  the  dancers 
were  uninteresting,  unindividual.  So  is  the 
company,  collectively.  In  spite  of  the  in- 
sistent claims  of  its  devotees  there  is  little 
real  acting  in  musical  comedy,  and,  failing 
that,  this  class  of  entertainment  should  be  a 
medium  for  exploiting  beauties,  or  personali- 
ties possessed  of  distinction,  or  charm,  or 
humor. 

The  only  personality  I  could  see  in  "The 
Rose  Maid"  was  that  of  the  stage  director ; 
it  permeated  the  entire  performance,  to  the 
total  elimination  of  that  of  the  players.  I 
seemed  to  hear  that  official  crying.  "All  show 
teeth!  Laugh!  louder!  And  you,  Miss  Snip- 
kins,  kick  your  skirts  higher,  or  you'll  be 
fined." 

"Do  you  remember  the  Offenbach  bouffe 
operas.  Green  Hand?"  I  asked.  "Do  you  re- 
member the  delicious  lyrics?  La  Perichole's 
melodious  good-by  song  ?  and  'For  I'm  the 
son  of  Marasquin,'  and  the  love  lyric  in  'La 
Grande   Duchesse'  ?" 

We  agreed,  in  looking  back,  that  there  was 
some  reflection  of  the  original  wit,  too,  left 
in  the  English  adaptations,  even  after  the 
operas  had  grown  old  and  frazzled  with  long 
service.  We  dug  up  memories  of  the  Gilbert 
and  Sullivan  operas,  which  the  present  gen- 
eration has  lately  been  made  acquainted  with, 
and  even  included  that  later  comer,  "Robin 
Hood." 

"But  this,"  said  Green  Hand,  looking  at 
the  assembled  caperers  disparagingly,  "is  like 
keeping  a  baby  amused  by  dangling  a  movable 
toy." 

On  mature  reflection  I  have  concluded  that, 
as  theatres  are  obliged,  even  during  dull 
weeks,  to  keep  ope»,  "Rose  Maid"  and  "Ben 
Hur"  times  are  a  painful  necessity.  It  is 
even  conceivable  that  they  will  make  money 
during  such  spells,  but  they  are  difficult  in- 
deed to  live  through. 

Josephine  JHart  _Eheles_, 


THE  MUSICAL  SEASON. 

San  Francisco  Orchestra's  Sixth  Popular  Concert. 

At  the  fifth  symphony  concert  of  the  San 
Francisco  Orchestra,  which  was  given  at  the 
Cort  Theatre,  Friday  afternoon,  December  20, 
Henry  Hadley's  Symphony  No.  4,  "North, 
East,  South,  and  West"  was  given  for  the  first 
time  in  this  city.  Gottfried  Galston  of 
Munich,  a  pianist  of  deserved  regard,  made 
his  first  appearance  before  a  San  Francisco 
audience.  Edward  MacDowell's  Suite,  Op.  42. 
and  Wagner's  overture  to  "The  Mastersingers" 
completed  the  programme. 

The  sixth  popular  concert  will  be  given 
Sunday  afternoon,  December  22,  and  the 
music  committee  has  made  a  programme  that 
has  every  element  of  appeal.  Opening  with 
Elgar's  march,  "With  Pomp  and  Circum- 
stance," the  second  number  will  be  Hadley's 
overture  to  his  "In  Bohemia,"  the  feature  of 
the  recent  jinks  given  by  the  Bohemian  Club 
at  the  grove.  The  third  number  will  reintro- 
duce Gottfried  Galston,  and  by  request  he  will, 
for  the  benefit  of  patrons  of  the  popular  con- 
certs, repeat  the  Liszt  Concerto  in  E  flat. 
Two  movements  from  the  Symphony  in  G 
minor  of  Mozart,  the  .allegro  niolto  and 
mcnuetto  will  be  given.  Three  dances  from 
"Henry  VIII"  will  complete  the  programme. 

Seats  for  all  concerts  of  the  San  Francisco 
Orchestra  are  on  sale  at  the  box-offices  of  the 
Cort  Theatre,   and  the  principal  music  stores. 


Leopold  Godowsky,  the  master-pianist,  who 
is  now  touring  America  for  the  first  time  in 
over  a  decade,  played  with  the  Thomas  Or- 
chestra in  Chicago  last  week,  where  he  more 
than  duplicated  the  marvelous  scenes  of  en- 
thusiasm that  greeted  him  in  New  York.  No 
such  demonstrations  have  been  given  a  pianist 
in  these  cities  in  many  years.  Godowsky  is 
now  headed  for  San  Francisco,  where  he  is 
to  appear  under  the  Greenbaum  management 
on  the  Sunday  afternoons  of  January  5  and 
12  at  the  Columbia  Theatre,  and  on  Tuesday 
afternoon,  January  14,  at  Ye  Liberty  Play- 
house in  Oakland.  At  the  conclusion  of  his 
engagements  here  he  will  immediately  return 
to  Chicago,  where  he  has  been  reengaged  to 
appear  with  the  Thomas  Orchestra.  This  is 
the  first  time  in  the  history  of  that  grand 
institution  that  the  same  artist  has  been  en- 
gaged to  appear  as  soloist  twice  in  one  sea- 
son, but  Godowsky  is  the  great  exception 
among  pianists. 

Miss  Vivian  Grant  of  Berkeley,  a  talented 
young  musician,  will  give  a  matinee  musicale 
at  her  home  during  holiday  week.  Miss  Grant 
plays  both  violin  and  piano,  and  for  several 
years,  in  fact  since  she  was  twelve  years  old, 
has  been  remarkably  proficient  on  both  instru- 
ments. Mendelssohn's  concerto  was  one  of 
the  numbers  on  her  first  programme  played  in 
public.  In  addition  to  her  music  Miss  Grant 
will  give  a  novel  French  recitation,  with  inci- 
dental music  on  the  violin.  The  young  artiste 
is  assured  of  a  brilliant  future  if  the  promises 
of   her  youth    are   fulfilled. 

Manager  Will  Greenbaum  will  present  in 
January  the  peerless  Sembrich,  admittedly 
the  queen  of  sopranos,  and  a  series  of  com- 
bination concerts  to  be  given  by  Mme.  Corinne 
Ryder-Kelsey,  soprano,  and  Claude  Cunning- 
ham, baritone. 

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How  "Improving"  Plays  Are  Encouraged. 

Very  likely  Miss  Annie  Russell  would  begin 
by  denying  it  (says  Herbert  Corey  in  the 
New  York  Globe).  But  it  is  understood  that 
down  in  her  heart  she  feels  that  she  has  not 
been  treated  clubbily  by  her  club  friends. 
Miss  Russell  relied  very  largely  for  the  suc- 
cess of  her  venture  in  reviving  English  com- 
edy classics  upon  the  support  of  the  promi- 
nent women  who  had  agreed  to  serve  as 
patronesses.  The  experiment  has  not  been  a 
financial  success.  She  has  practically  relin- 
quished her  hope  of  establishing  a  stock  com- 
pany here.  That  hope  was  her  inspiration 
when  she  began  her  short  series  of  revivals. 

Miss  Russell  was  justified  by  the  promises 
she  received  in  expecting  a  more  liberal  sup- 
port. The  intellectuals  of  the  city  knew  to 
a  woman — almost  to  a  man — of  her  plan. 
Assurances  were  reiterated  that  the  "really 
intelligent  people"  would  attend  regularly. 
From  a  box-office  window  it  appears  that 
when  the  intellectuals  wish  to  give  their 
minds  a  little  treat  they  read  Goldsmith  in  the 
original.  When  they  feel  the  need  of  relaxa- 
tion they  go  to  a  show  which  is  frankly  in 
opposition  to  any  form  of  mental  uplift,  but 
which  is  sprinkled  with  gas  and  jingles  along 
merrily.  And  no  matter  how  sincere  the  so- 
ciety of  patronesses  may  be,  they  rarely  at- 
tend an  "improving"  performance  more  than 
once.  Then  they  give  their  seats  to  the  serv- 
ants— if  they  buy  seats  at  all. 

The  trouble  is  that  Miss  Russell  offered 
unmarketable  wares  to  her  public.  There  are 
few  more  graceful  comediennes.  Her  com- 
pany was  competent  to  the  last  man. 


Mark  Twain  once  said  that  pious  books  gen- 
erally sold  the  best  Alphonse  Daudet  re- 
ceived $200,000  for  "Sapho";  Victor  Hugo. 
$100,000  for  "Les  Miserables";  Robert  Louis 
Stevenson,  $7.50  a  column  for  "Treasure 
Island,"  and  Dwight  L.  Moody,  $1,000,000  for 
a  hymn  book. 


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ORCHESTRA 

HenryHadley-  Conductor 

SIXTH  POPULAR  CONCERT 

Sunday  afternoon,  Dec.  22,  1912 

at  3:15  o'clock 

at  the 

CORT  THEATRE 

PROGRAMME: 

Soloist:  GOTTFRIED  GALSTON.  Piamsl 

Elgar March  Pomp  and  Circin ns 

Hadley J  n  Bohemia" 

Liszt Concerto  in  E  Flat 

GOTTFRIED 

Mozart Two  movements  from  Symphony  in 

G  Minor 

German Three  dances  frr>m  Henry  VIII 

Seatare  on  sa 
Theatre,  and  Kohler  A  ( 
Prices  35c  t 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21,  1912. 


VANITY    FAIR. 


What  a  lot  of  pure  and  creamy  fun  may 
be  got  from  the  woman's  pages  of  the  maga- 
zines just  now.  Consider  the  portentous  and 
"mate  gravity  with  which  the  dear  crea- 
ture? advise  each  other  to  do  the  silliest  of 
silly  things  for  Christmas.  Consider  the  pre- 
posterous foolishness  that  they  recommend 
each  other  to  make  in  the  way  of  Christmas 
presents. 

There  is  a  woman's  page  in  front  of  us  at 
the  moment.  It  is  headed  "Six  Gifts  for 
One  Dollar."  and  as  there  are  illustrations 
of  this  precious  rubbish  we  feel  justified  in 
the  conviction  that  the  six  gifts  would  be 
dear  at  any  price  whatsoever.  The  writer 
gives  us  a  little  budget  of  expenditure  to 
prove  that  her  calculation  is  accurate.  There 
are  four  yards  of  baby  ribbon  at  2  cents  a 
yard,  a  paper  of  pins  for  5  cents,  a  paper  of 
hairpins  for  5  cents,  and  so  on  up  to  the 
giddy  and  staggering  total  of  one  dollar. 
And  the  "six  gifts"  will  result  from  the  dol- 
lar, a  woman's  time  having  apparently  no 
value  whatever. 

And  what  gifts  they  are.  For  example, 
there  is  a  giddy  little  bag  for  holding  a  paper 
of  pins.  Why  a  paper  of  pins  should  be  put 
into  a  little  bag  deponent  sayeth  not,  but 
there  they  are.  First  you  take  twenty-four 
inches  of  ribbon.  Fold  it  into  two  equal  parts 
and  sew  two  of  the  long  edges  together  and 
the  two  short  ones,  making  a  bag  open  the 
long  way  at  the  top.  Stuff  this  bag  with 
cotton  and  ''in  the  centre  of  this  bag,  at  the 
top.  place  a  paper  of  pins."  Don't  try  to 
worn.-  them  through  the  bottom  of  the  bag, 
which  one  would  naturally  be  led  to  do. 
Put  them  in  at  the  top.  Then  gather  the  top 
edges  of  the  ribbon  so  that  they  will  just  fit 
round  the  pins.  Fold  the  ends  into  a  point 
and  catch  the  points  up  to  the  top.  Finish 
with  a  bow  on  each  side,  solder  on  a  ribbon 
handle,  and  there  you  are,  a  thing  of  beauty 
and  a  joy  forever.  If  you  like  you  can  em- 
broider "God  Bless  Our  Home"  on  the  side 
or  any  other  little  piety  of  the  kind.  It  will 
ke  another  fourteen  hours  or  so,  and 
what's  time  anyway.  Other  products  of 
Christmas  genius  are  a  "bag  with  two  outside 
pockets  for  holding  little  things  when  travel- 
ing," which  ought  to  cost  about  AY$  cents  or, 
counting  seven  hours  of  feminine  time,  4j£ 
cents.  Then  we  have  a  "hairpin  holder  made 
to  accommodate  assorted  sizes  of  pins."  Also 
an  envelope  case,  which  takes  only  a  quarter 
of  a  yard  of  ribbon  and  that  can  be  used  for 
money,  in  which  case  you  hang  it  round  your 
neck,  or  for  a  powder  puff,  in  which  case  it  is 
"tucked  into  one's  valise."  It  could  also  be 
used  for  cleaning  one's  boots,  but  the  best  of 
all  uses  is  to  throw  it  in  the  fire. 

Now  it  seems  to  us  that  if  we  had  a  dollar 
to  spend — which  we  haven't,  nor  likely  to — 
we  could  go  into  the  ten-cent  store  and  buy, 
not  six.  but  ten  presents,  and  any  one  of  them 
would  receive  a  more  solid  and  practical  wel- 
icome  than  the  whole  cargo  of  trumpery  inani- 
ties above  mentioned.  And  the  whole  transac- 
tion would  occupy  ten  minutes.  So  why  is  it 
that  the  woman's  page  never  gushes  so  ec- 
statically as  when  advising  its  readers  to  an 
appalling  waste  of  time  in  the  manufacture  of 
articles  that  are  not  only  wholly  useless,  even 
to  a  woman,  but  that  are  actually  a  nuisance. 


The  extravagance  of  the  schoolboy  in  the 
matter  of  clothing  is  attracting  quite  a  little 
attention  just  now.  Here  in  California  we 
have  a  worthy  senator  who  has  displayed  the 
meagre  measure  of  bis  intelligence  by  a  pro- 
posal to  legislate  on  the  subject,  and  to  com- 
pel our  school  children  to  wear  the  same  kind 
of  stockings,  to  tie  up  their  hair  with  the 
same  sort  of  ribbon,  and  to  wear  what  would 
practically  be  a  uniform.  It  is  strange  that 
no  one  has  started  a  society  for  the  suppres- 
sion of  silly  senators.  Everything  else  has 
been  suppressed. 

But  a  case  in  Connecticut  has  actually  come 
the  supreme  court.     A  boy  of  sixteen 
celebrated  his  entry  into  college  life  by  buying 
a   dress   suit    for   $80,  an   overcoat   for   $65.   a 
fancy  vest   for   $14,   and   a  sack  suit   for  $45. 
The    bill    was    sent    to    the    father,   who,   very 
•leclined  to  pay  it.    The  boy  needed  an 
overcoat  and  a  dress  suit  and  his  father  was 
prepared  to  buy  them,  but  he  considered  that 
$-10    was   enough    for   the   dress   suit   and    $20 
for  the  overcoat.    That  is  what  he  would  have 
paid  had  the  clothes  been  for  himself,  and  he 
considered    that    it   represented   his   station   in 
life.     The  judge  said  that  the  case  was  clear 
and    he    non-suited    the    tailor    for   persuading 
the  boy  to  buy  things  that  were  unnecessarily 
live  and   for  "inserting  himself  into  the 
family  circle." 
The  third  complaint  comes  from  Vienna,  in 
A    father  writes   to   the   Xcuc   Freic 
that   his   son    thinks   nothing 
hg    $60    for   a   pair   of  boots,    and    that 
he  buys  two  shirts  a  month  and  pays  $7  each 
for  them.  a3  the  fashion  in  shirts  changes  so 
libit  to  boy  more  than  two 
at   a  time  and   maintain   a  creditable  appear- 
ance. 

i     is  easy  to  blame  these  unpleasant 

children   for  extravagance,  and   yet  the  blame 

would    <  rem  with    the    parents, 

they    live    in    California.    Connecticut, 

ia.      An    expensive    snobbishness    in 

is    isually  the  result  of  a  careful  home 


training  in  vulgarity.  The  vulgarity  at  home 
may  not  take  the  form  of  heavy  expenditures. 
It  may  take  the  commoner  and  easier  form 
of  a  worship  of  money,  an  adulation  of 
wealthy  men,  a  sort  of  mental  prostration  be- 
fore riches.  And  then  when  the  children  go 
away  from  home  they  are  naturally  driven  by 
their  irresponsibility  toward  a  pretense  of  the 
wealth  that  was  always  enshrined,  sanctified. 
and  deified  in  the  home  circle. 


If  you  should  happen  to  notice  a  woman 
whose  eyes  are  not  of  the  same  color  you 
need  not  commiserate  with  her  on  a  physical 
defect,  but  rather  thank  God  that  the  indomi- 
table women  of  America  are  not  being  left 
behind  in  the  pursuit  of  fashion.  The  effect 
is  produced,  not  by  disease,  but  by  a  drug. 
To  have  an  odd  eye  is  now  the  correct  thing 
in  London  and  Paris,  and  it  is  remarkable 
what  varieties  of  eye  may  be  secured  by  the 
skillful  use  of  a  few  well  selected  drugs. 

Atropine  is  the  favorite.  It  makes  you 
temporarily  and  partially  blind  and  it  may 
produce  paralysis  of  the  optical  muscles,  but 
those  are  trifling  drawbacks  and  unworthy  of 
consideration.  There  is  another  drug  called 
esserine,  and  if  you  like  you  can  put  atropine 
in  one  eye  and  esserine  in  the  other.  Atro- 
pine dilates  the  pupil  and  esserine  contracts 
it.  The  color  of  the  eye  depends  upon  the 
iris,  which  is  a  sort  of  tinted  curtain  sur- 
rounding the  pupil.  Now  if  you  dilate  the 
pupil  with  atropine  you  push  the  iris  together, 
mass  it  so  to  speak,  and  so  intensify  the  color. 
But  if  you  use  esserine  you  contract  the  pupil 
and  this  spreads  out  the  iris  and  its  color  is 
thinned.  If  you  use  a  good  deal  of  esserine 
you  will  seem  to  be  blind  and  if  you  use  any 
at  all  you  will  be  an  idiot.  Beggars  in  Italy 
use  esserine  in  order  to  produce  the  white 
opaque  look  in  the  eyes  that  appeals  to  the 
compassion  of  the  charitable. 


They  are  having  a  little  difficulty  on  the 
English  railroads.  Some  few  years  ago  a 
number  of  indignant  spinsters  said  that  it  was 
a  foul  outrage  that  women  should  be  required 
to  travel  in  the  same  compartments  with  men, 
and  although  the  railroad  officials  knew  well 
that  nothing  short  of  a  staff  of  police  could 
compel  women  to  travel  anywhere  else  they 
acceded  to  the  demand  and  attached  the  "la- 
dies only"  label  to  the  requisite  number  of 
compartments.  But  now  comes  a  new  com- 
plication, and  this  time  the  complaint  is  from 
the  man.  Traffic  has  increased  enormously, 
the  trains  are  crowded,  and  the  straphanger 
has  become  an  institution.  But  why,  ask  the 
men,  should  we  hang  to  straps,  why  should  we 
be  packed  like  herrings  in  a  barrel,  while  the 
compartments  reserved  for  women  are  prac- 
tically empty?  For  that  is  the  fact.  The 
women  wTill  not  travel  in  the  compartments 
reserved  for  them.  They  would  rather  form 
a  part  of  the  perspiring  multitude  in  the  gen- 
eral compartments  than  use  the  accommoda- 
tion that  has  been  especially  reserved  for 
them.  Now  if  a-man  ventures  to  invade  a 
"ladies  only"  compartment  he  is  speedily  re- 
minded of  his  transgression  by  the  stern  hand 
of  authority.  But  the  woman  may  invade  the 
smoker,  and  does  invade  it,  and  has  even 
been  known  to  demand  the  extinction  of  all 
pipes  and  cigars. 

An  experienced  conductor,  whose  name  is 
wisely  concealed,  says  that  women  like  to 
avoid  "the  frigid  silence  of  a  iadies  only' 
compartment,  where  the  window  is  adjusted 
according  to  the  scowls  of  the  occupants," 
for  the  pleasanter  company  to  be  found  among 
men.  "Women  enjoy  playing  the  part  of  a 
listener  to  the  conversation  in  a  men's  or 
mixed  compartment,  and  their  vanity  is  grati- 
fied by  the  little  courtesies  that  are  paid  to 
them." 


The  customs  returns  show  large  importa- 
tions of  Paris  dress  labels.  There  are  no 
dresses  with  them — nothing  but  the  labels 
bearing  the  names  of  Paris  houses.  There 
can  be  no  doubt  as  to  the  purpose  for  which 
they  are  imported.  They  are  intended  to  be 
sewn  to  dresses  that  were  not  made  in  Paris, 
and  this  is  done  either  to  enhance  the  value 
of  the  dress  and  to  deceive  the  customer,  or 
in  order  that  the  customer  may  flower  forth 
among  her  friends  as  one  who  imports  her 
gowns.  Now  heaven  forbid  that  we  should 
have  any  more  laws  than  we  have  already. 
but  it  it  is  illegal  to  mislabel  an  article  of 
food  why  should  it  be  legal  to  mislabel  an 
article  of  dress? 


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THIRD  ST    STATION 

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Arrives  New  Orleans  7:20  p.  m.  January  10th 


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With  every  comfort  and  convenience 
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Barber  Shop       Ladies'  Maid     Stenographer 
Manicuring         Stock  Reports 


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Valet  Service 


Haird: 


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days, Los  Angeles  on  Wednesdays, 
and  save  24  hours  in  running  time  to 
New  Orleans. 

Observation  -  Clubroom  Car  with 
Ladies'  Parlor  and  Library.  Com- 
partment Car.  Two  Standard 
Drawing  -  room  Sleeping  Cars,  pro- 
viding Three -Room  Suites  if  de- 
sired. Dining  -  Car  Service  unex- 
celled. 

The  route  through  the  South  is  most 
interesting  and  delightful,  and  particu- 
larly enjoyable  at  this  season. 

Close  Connection  at  New  Orleans 
with  fast  trains  to  Eastern  cities; 
also  with  Southern  Pacific's  commo- 
dious Atlantic  steamers  sailing  to  New 
York  on  Saturdays  and  Wednesdays. 


Southern  Pacific 

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Third  and  Townsend  Streets  Station       Phone  Kearny  180 
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Sixteenth  Street  Station       Phone  Oakland  145S 


December  21,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


417 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay.  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise 


The  young  man  was  figuring  out  ways  and 
means.  "They  say  two  can  live  as  cheaply  as 
one."  "Do  not  delude  yourself,  Ferdinand," 
said  the  girl.  "For  one  thing,  I  shall  posi- 
tively have  to  have  a  separate  car."' 


The  detective  had  just  congratulated  the 
housewife  for  bringing  about  the  arrest  of  a 
noted  sneak  thief.  "Oh,  I  knew  he  was  a 
crook  the  minute  he  opened  his  mouth,"  she 
replied,  smilingly.  "How  did  you  spot  him  so 
quickly?"  "Why,  he  told  me  the  gas  com- 
pany had  sent  him  to  examine  our  meter  and 
see  if  we  were  not  entitled  to  a  rebate." 

A  belated  election  story  is  floating  around 
about  a  prominent  stock  exchange  member 
.  who  ran  for  the  assembly  and  only  got  two 
votes.  The  morning  after,  one  of  his  friends 
came  up  to  him  and  told  him  that  he  under- 
stood a  warrant  had  been  issued  for  his  ar- 
rest. "A  warrant  ?"  said  the  astonished 
broker.  "For  what?"  "For  repeating,"  re- 
plied his  friend. 

An  Englishman  arriving  in  New  York  was 
taken  into  the  subway  by  a  friend.  They 
boarded  a  local,  changed  to  an  express,  and 
returned  to  a  local,  all  on  the  way  to  their 
destination.  The  return  trip  was  made  in  the 
same  manner,  hurrying  all  the  time,  and  run- 
ning most  of  it.  "Why,"  asked  the  guest,  all 
out  of  breath,  "why  do  you  run  about  this 
way?"  "Come  on,"  cried  the  New  Yorker 
excitedly,  "I  save  two  minutes  !"  "But,"  was 
the  reply,  "what — what  do  you  do  with  the 
two   minutes  ?" 

The  head  of  a  family,  who  thought  to  save 
some  of  his  hard-earned  dollars  by  trying 
out  simple  home  remedies  when  one  of  his 
household  became  ill,  came  in  a  few  nights 
ago  with  a  book  under  his  arm,  which  he 
handed  to  his  wife,  remarking:  "Here  is  a 
work  on  burns.  I  found  it  at  an  auction  this 
afternoon.  As  one  of  the  children  is  almost 
sure  to  get  burned  on  the  Fourth,  I  thought 
it  would  be  a  good  investment.  Look  it  over 
carefully  and  be  prepared  in  case  of  an  acci- 
dent." The  wife  opened  the  volume  duti- 
fully and  then  exclaimed  :  "How  odd  !  It's 
all  poetry  !" 

A  Washington  woman  has  in  her  employ  as 
butler  a  colored  man  of  a  pompous  and  satis- 
fied mien,  who  not  long  ago  permitted  a  dam- 
sel, long  his  ardent  admirer,  to  become  his 
spouse.  One  day  when  the  mistress  of  the 
house  had  occasion  temporarily  to  avail  her- 
self of  the  services  of  the  butler's  wife,  it 
was  observed  that  whenever  the  duties  of 
the  two  brought  them  in  conjunction  the 
bride's  eyes  would  shine  with  extraordinary 
devotion.  "Your  wife  seems  wonderfully  at- 
tached to  you,  Thomas,"  casually  observed  the 
mistress  of  the  house.  "Y'es,  ma'am,"  an- 
swered Thomas,  complacently.  "Aint  it  jest 
sickenin'  ?" 

Said  a  certain  eminent  actor,  who  at  the 
age  of  fifty-nine  looks  no  more  than  thirty- 
five:  "I  try  to  keep  my  hair  on  and  my 
stomach  off — that  is  the  true  secret  of  peren- 
nial youth."  Then  he  told  one  of  his  famous 
stories  illustrative  of  the  horrors  of  corpu- 
lence. "A  fat  man,"  he  said,  "could  not  help 
laughing  one  day  at  the  ludicrous  appearance 
of  a  very  bow-legged  chap — one  of  those  arch- 
looking  chaps,  you  know.  Though  a  total 
stranger  to  him,  the  fat  man  slapped  the  bow- 
legged  chap  on  the  back  and  said:  'By  jingo, 
brother,  you  look  as  if  you'd  been  riding  a 
barrel.'  The  bow-legged  man  smiled  and 
poked  his  forefinger  deep  into  the  fat  man's 
soft,  loose  stomach.  'And  you  look  as  if  you'd 
swallowed  one,'  he  said." 

A  very  honest  man  who  was  sick  wanted 
to  keep  on  living  (as  reported  by  Puck). 
With  that  end  in  view  he  called  the  neigh- 
borhood doctors  into  consultation.  "Big 
dose,"  said  the  Allopath.  "Small  doses,"  said 
the  Homoeopath  sapiently.  "Fresh  air  and 
exercise,"  said  the  Physical  Culturist.  "An 
operation,"  said  the  Surgeon.  "Starve,"  said 
the  Faster.  "Fruits  and  nuts."  said  the 
Dietist.  "Kneading,"  said  the  Osteopath. 
"My  favorite  prescription,"  said  the  Patent^ 
Medicine  Man.  "This  is  all  very  interesting," 
said  the  patient,  "but  likewise  it  is  all  very 
different.  Is  there  any  grand  principle  on 
which  you  all  agree?"  "Yes,"  they  chanted 
in  chorus,  "we  all  agree  that  when  it  comes 
to  fees  the  proper  thing  is  to  charge  all  the 
traffic  will  bear  and  the  Devil  take  the  Un- 
dertaker. We  will  send  our  bills  by  the  next 
mail."     And   they  did. 

A  London  story  illuminates  the  career  of 
Horace  Hamfat,  an  actor.  Rich  today,  he  was 
poor  and  a  failure  up  to  the  age  of  forty. 
His  life,  up  to  that  age,  passed  in  the  prov- 
inces on  two  or  three  quid  a  week.  One 
Saturday  in  Manchester,  Horace  Hamfat's 
show  went  up,  the  manager  fled,  and  Horace 
for  three  days  lived  on  bread  and  dripping. 
Then  a  letter  came  to  1  im  from  a  London 
:  '--•-.—      ■---■■ 


forwarded  also  an  item  from  a  theatrical  page 
that  Horace  himself  had  written — "Horace 
Hamfat  is  starring  in  Manchester."  But  the 
typesetter  had  made  this  item  read,  truly 
enough:  "Horace  Hamfat  is  starving  in  Man- 
chester !" 


During  the  war  in  the  Philippines  General 
Charles  King  one  day  while  resplendent  in 
his  uniform,  which  was  made  especially  bril- 
liant by  several  rows  of  new  brass  buttons 
came  upon  a  raw  recruit.  The  latter  was  on 
post  duty  and  failed  to  salute  the  general. 
"Are  you  on  duty  here?"  asked  General  King 
with  a  show  of  anger.  "I  guess  so,"  said  the 
recruit.  "They  sent  me  out  here,  anyway." 
"Do  you  remember  your  general  orders  ?" 
asked  the  general.  "I  guess  I  do — some  of 
them."  said  the  raw  recruit.  "Well,"  said  the 
general,  "don't  you  know  that  you  are  sup- 
posed to  salute  your  officers  ?  Don't  you 
know  I  am  the  general  of  this  brigade  ?" 
"You  the  general?"  said  the  new  recruit. 
"Gosh,  no  ;  I  didn't  know  it.  I  thought  you 
was  the  chief  of  the  fire  department." 


THE   MERRY  MUSE. 

Song: — Mr.  Carnegie, 
A    princelier    son    of    Plutus    never 
Did    in   this    world   exist; 
To    nobody    second 
I'm   easily    reckoned 
The    boss    philanthropist. 
It  is  my  most  inane   endeavor 
To  rid  myself  of  pelf 
So  every  cent'll 
Quite  incidental- 
Ly  advertise  myself. 

My  object  all  sublime 
I  shall  achieve  in  time — 
To  show  that  opulence  is  a  crime. 
That  opulence  is  a  crime; 
And  make  each  million  spent 
Eternally    represent 
A   never-ending  advertisement — 
An  endless  advertisement. 

I    lie   awake    nights    inventing    plans 
To   give   my  wealth   away. 
I've  libraries  scattered 
And  spattered  and  splattered 
All  over  the  U.  S.  A. 
And  every  hour  or  so  I  start 
A  "Fund"   for  this  or  that; 
But  somehow  or  other, 
In  one  way  or  t'other, 
They    fall   extremely   flat. 

I  fling  my  gold  like  sightless  Plutus, 
The  mythological  mint, 
And    prattle    with    unction 
At    every    function 
To  get  my  name  in  print. 
It  is  my  daily  and  dear  endeavor, 
My  constant  end  and  aim, 
To   scatter  my  ducats 
In  barrels  and  buckets, 
And  advertise  my   name. 

— Chicago    Tribune. 


Simple  Rhymes  for  Lovers  of  Animals. 
I    had   a   tabby-cat,    and   I 

Was  swindled  when  I  bought  'er. 
At   night,   upon   the   roof,    she'd  cry 

Much  longer  than  she  ought'er; 
And  when  at  last  she  chose  to  die, 

"Twas  in  our  drinking  water. 

We  had  a  dog,  a  little  dear, 

It  did  not  know  the  name  of  fear; 

It  was  a  dog,  that,  far  or  near. 

You  never   could    forget; 
'Twould  kill  a  chick;  'twould  chase  a  cat, 
A  mouse,  a  frog,  a  dying  rat, 
Or   any    little   thing   like   that; 

He  was  a  perfect  peL 

And  when   he  disappeared  one  day, 

We  couldn't  guess,  we  couldn't  say- 
Where  he  had  gone;  nor  think 

What    kept    him    from    his    well-loved    ground; 

Until  the  local    plumber   found 
What  stopped   the  kitchen  sink. 

I   had   a  tortoise;   sad  to   say, 

It  has,    for   years,    been   dead; 
It  climbed  upon  the  roof  one  day; 
And,    when    its   grip    had   given   way. 

It   fell   on   Tommy's  head. 

I  bought  a  bird    (it  had  no   name) — 

A  kind  of  paroquet — 
It  started  screeching  when  it  came; 
For  live  long  years  it's  done  the  same: 

It  has  not  finished  yet.  — Life. 


Old  Cob  Pipes. 
I've    tried    'em    all.    Old    Timer,    meerschaum    and 

briar  and  clay, 
I    even    tackled    the    hookah — but    I    laid    'em    alt 

away ; 
For  you  are  the  best,   Old  Timer,    ugly   and  black 

and  broke, 
And  I  know  when  I  give  you  the  filling  I'm  sure 

for  a  straight  up  smoke. 

Friend  in  time  of  trouble,  comrade  when  pleas- 
ures burn, 

You  give  off  your  mind-easing  incense,  asking 
naught  in  return 

Save  that  you  have  the  filling — a  match  to  start 
the   fire; 

Then  here's  to  you.  Old  Timer,  pipe  of  my  heart's 
desire. 

Your    cost    was    probably    a    nickel — it    isn't    your 

way   to   brag, 
But  sure  you're  as  good  as  your  brother  with  the 

big  price  marked  on  the  tag. 
Then  here's  to  you,  Old  Timer,  for  I  know  you're 

broke  just  right; 
I'll   give   you   one   more    filling — we'll    burn   it   and 

say    good-night. 

.  Dean,  in  the  Insurance  Field. 


THE  ANGLO  AND  LONDON  PARIS  NATIONAL  BANK 

Of  San  Franciico 

Paid-Up  Capital $  4.000.000 

Surplus  and  Undivided  Profiits. l.Tuo.OOO 

Total  Resources 40.000.000 

Officers: 

Herbert  Fleishh  acker Provident 

Sig.  Gbeenebai-m Chairman  of  the  Board 

Washington  Dodge Vice- President 

Jos.  Friedlander Vice-President 

C.  F.  Hunt Vice-President 

R.  Alt^chl-l cash  ier 

CR.  Parker,  Assistant  Cashier    Wm.  II. High,  Assistant  Cashier 

H.  Choynski,  Assistant  Cashier    G. K-Bv/kdick. Assistant'  Cashier 

A.  L.  Langerman.  Secretary 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Su. 

Capital.  Surplmand  Undivided  Profiti. .  .$1 1.131,055.03 

Depocu 28.624.329.28 

Total  Raouica 48.089,621 .37 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr Vice-President 

F.    L.    Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson  Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.   McGavin    Asst.  Cashier 

E.    L.   Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.   L.  Davis Asst-  Cashier 

A.    D.    Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.   E.   Price Asst.  Cashier 

DIRECTORS : 
ISAIAS   W.    HELLMAN  HARTLAND   LAW 

JOSEPH    SLOSS  HENRY   ROSENFELD 

PERCY    T.    MORGAN  JAMES   L.    FLOOD 

F.    W.    VAN    SICKLEN  J.   HENRY    MEYER 

WM.   F.   HERRIN  A.    H.    PAYSON 

JOHN    C.    KIRKPATRICK  CHAS.   J.    PEERING 

I.   W.   HELLMAN,   JR.  JAMES    K.    WILSON 

A.    CHRISTESON  F.   L.   LIPMAN 

WM.    HAAS 

Cuitomen  of  this  Ban  It  are  offered  every  facility  conmlenl 
with  prudent  banking.     New  accounts  are  invited. 
SAFE  DEPOSIT  VAULTS 


The  German  Savings  and  Loan  Society 

l  The  German  Bank  ■ 

Savings  Incorporated  1868       Commercial 

526    California   St.,   San   Francisco,   Cal. 

Member  of  the  Associated  Sarags  Banks  of  San  Fruriso) 
The   following  branches  for  receipt  and  pay- 
ment of  deposits  only: 

Mission  Branch,  2572  Mission  St..  between  21sl  and  22d 

Richmond  District  Branch,  S.  W.  cor.  Clement  and  7th  Ave. 

Haight  Street  Branch,  S.  W.  cor.  Haight  and  Belvedere 

JUNE  29,  1912. 

Assets $51,140,101.75 

Capital  actually  paid  up  in  Cash.      1,000,000.00 
Reserve  and   Contingent  Funds..      1,656,403.80 

Employees'    Pension    Fund 140,109.60 

Number    of    Depositors 56,609 

Office  Hours:  10  o'clock  a.  m.  to  3  o'clock 
p.  m.,  except  Saturdays  to  12  o'clock  M.  and 
Saturday  evenings  from  6:30  o'clock  p.  m.  to 
8  o'clock  p.  m.  for  receipt  of  deposits  only. 


BONDS 

Established  1858 

SUTRO   & 

CO. 

INVESTMENT 
BROKERS 

412  Montgomery  St.        San 

Francisco 

Members 
Stock  and  Bond  Exchange 

CIRCULAR 
ON  REQUEST 

J.  C.WILSON   &   CO. 

MEMBERS 

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MAIN  OFFICE:    MIUS  BUILDING,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 

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HAMMOND 

LUMBER  COMPANY 

260  CALIFORNIA  ST. 

REDWOOD,  DOUGLAS  FIR 
and  PILING 


Gladding.McBean&Co. 

Manufacturers  Clay  Products 

Crocker  Bldg.  San  Francisco 

Works.  Lincoln.Cal. 


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T.  A.  Kelly,  Timber  Department 

gore  &  McGregor 

CIVIL  ENGINEERS 

British  Columbia  Land  Surveyors 

Land  Asents        Timber  Cruisers 

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CONNECTICUT  FIRE  INSURANCE  COMPANY 

Established  1850  OF  HARTFORD 

SIXTY-SECOND  AN"NTAL  STATEMENT 

Capital tl.0OO.O0O 

Surplus  to  Policyholders 3.117,286 

TotalAssets 7.517.091 

BENJAMIN  J.  SMITH 

Manager  Pacific  Department 

Alaska  Commercial  Building     •     San  Francisco 


WESTERN  ASSURANCE  COMPANY 

TORONTO 

United    States   Assets $2,404,810.30 

Surplus   1.027,308.85 

PACIFIC  COAST  DEPARTMENT 

129  LEIDESDORFF  STREET 

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THE    ARGONAUT 


December  21.  1912. 


PERSONAL. 

Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the   Bay  of  San   Francisco   will  be  found  in 
the  following  department: 

The  engagement  has  been  announced  of  Miss 
Elizabeth  Ely  Goodrich,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Edward  E.  Goodrich  of  El  Quito,  San  Jose,  to  Dr. 
James  Lipman  Whitney  of  San  Francisco. 

At  the  home  of  her  parents  in  New  York,  Mon- 
day evening,  December  _,  Miss  Rose  S.  Kurzman, 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Seymour  P.  Karzman, 
of  No.  13  East  Forty-Ninth  Street,  was  married 
to  Mr.  Arthur  S.  Wiener,  son  of  Dr.  Richard  G. 
Wiener,  of  No.  4S  East  Sixty-Fifth  Street,  the 
Rev.  Dr.  Samuel  Schulman  officiating.  The  bride 
was  attended  by  Mrs.  J.  Arthur  Joseph,  Jr.,  and 
Miss  Rer.a  Frowenfeld.  A  dinner  at  Sherry's 
followed,  after  which  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wiener  left 
ior  the  West.  They  will  spend  some  time  in 
Southern  California  and  after  February  1  will 
live  at  No.  45  East  Eighty-Second  Street.  Miss 
Kurzman  is  the  granddaughter  of  M--.  William 
-  .:;  Francisco,  member  of  the  hanking 
lirm  of  Scholle  Brothers  (composed  of  Abraham, 
Jacob,  and  William  Scholle,  all  of  whom  are  now 
dead  except  William,  who  is  over  ninety  years  of 
age).-  The  Scholle  Brothers  were  in  San  Fran- 
cisco since  1S49  and  until  very  recently.  Mrs. 
Kurzman,  mother  of  the  bride,  was  Clara  Scholle 
before  her  marriage.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wiener  are 
cow  in  San  Francisco  for  a  few  days  at  the  St. 
Francis  Hotel. 

and  Mrs.  John  Brockway  Metcalf  enter- 
tained a  large  number  of  friends  at  a  dance  at 
the  home  of  Mrs.  Metcalf's  mother,  Mrs.  M.  A 
Huntington.  The  affair  was  in  honor  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Gilbert  Perkins  (formerly  Miss  Clara 
Huntington),  who  have  come  from  Washington, 
D.    C.7  to  spend  the  winter. 

Mrs,    Charles  Lyman  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
c-ek  at  her  home  in  Burlingame. 

Jennie     Blair     entertained     thirty     young 
people    a:    a    theatre    and    supper    party    Monday 
'    evening  in  honor  of  Miss  Jane  Hotaling. 

Mr.  William  R.  Wheeler  was.  host  at  a.  luncheon 
at  the  Pacific  Union  Club  complimentary  to 
.Jonkheer   Louden,  eavoy   from    the   Netherlands. 

Mrs.  Nicholas  G.  Kittle  will  be  hostess  at  an 
informal  dance  Monday  evening,  December  30,  at 
her  home  on  Steiner  Street  and  Pacific  Avenue. 
The  affair  will  be  in  honor  of  her  grandchildren, 
Miss  Jean  Boyd  and  Mr.  Kittle  Boyd,  daughter 
and  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Boyd  of  San 
Rafael 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  G.  Schmieden  will  give  a 
dance  at  the  Lagunitas  Club  in  Ross  Friday 
evening,  December  27,  when  they  will  entertain 
the  young  friends  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Doris 
SchmiedelL 

Mrs.  Jane  W.  Bothin  will  be  hostess  Friday 
evening,  December  27,  at  a  dance  in  honor  of 
her  daughter,  Miss  Genevieve  Bothin.  The  af- 
fair will  take  place  at  the  home  on  Jackson  Street 
of  Mr.   W.    F.    Whittier. 

Mrs.  Andrew  Welch,  Jr.,  gave  a  luncheon  and 
bridge  party  Thursday  at  her  home  on  Green 
Street. 

Mrs.  Thomas  P.  Bishop,  Jr.,  was  hostess  at  a  tea 
last  week  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Kate  Stow  Ealand  of 
^arita   Barbara. 

Mrs.  Frederick  Vail  of  Stockton  gave  a  tea  at 
the  Hotel  St.  Francis  prior  to  her  departure  for 
Tahiti. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  N.  Stetson  will  give  a 
dance  this  evening  at  their  home  in  Burlingame 
in   honor   of   Miss    Sophie    Beylard. 

Miss  Mary  Gayler  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
at  the  Town  and  Country  Club,  where  she  enter- 
tained a  group  of  debutantes. 

■    The    Misses    Kate    and    Clotilde    Grunsky    were 
hostesses  at  a  tea  yesterday  in  honor  of  Miss  Hazel 
Palmantecr    of    Oakland,     who     has    recently     an- 
nounced her    engagement   to    Mr.    Ewald    Grunsky. 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    11.    M.    A.    Miller   will    entertain 
the   young    friends  of    their   daughter,    Miss   Flora 
Miller,    at    a    dance    Thursday    evening,    December 
Sorosis   Club. 
Miss    Margaret    Williams    entertained    a  -number 
-i    friends    last    Wednesday    evening    in    honor    of 
the   Misses  Jessie,   Isabel,    and    Rose   Sherwood. 
Mr.    and    Mrs.    Edgar    Pcixotto    gave   a    tea    last 
complimentary     to     Jonkheer     Louden,     of 
Washington,   D.    C. 

iCirkham  was  hostess  at  a  tea  at  her  .home 
-     eet      She  was  assisted  in  receiving  by 
her    daughters,     Mrs.     Edward     Torney    and     Mrs. 
Henry  Avery  Campbell. 

Mr.  Ian    Macdonald    entertained    a 

number    of    their    friends    at    an    informal    dance 

--    ay  evening  at  the  Presidio  Golf  Club. 

Mr.    Walter    Leimcrt    will    be    host  this    evening 

at  a  dinner-dance  at  the  Clarcmont  Country  Club. 

:nvitations    to    a 

ias  dance,  Thursday  evening,   December  26, 

at    the    Fairmont    Hotel.       The    affair    will    be    in 

honor   of  her  nieces,   the   Misses   Harriet,    Marion, 

and    Helen    Stone. 

<f    Mrs.  Cuylcr  Lee  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  a  luncheon   Saturday  in  San   Mateo. 


Miss  Helen  Jones  gave  a  tea  last  week  in  honor 
of  the  debutantes. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Athearn  Folger  gave  a 
dinner  Thursday  evening  preceding  the  Impromptu 
Cotillon   at   Assembly  Hall. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  W.  Mailliard  entertained 
the  same  evening  in  honor  of  Miss  Henriette 
Blanding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Carrigan  gave  a  dinner 
complimentary  to  Miss  Corennah  De  Pue  and 
Miss  Madge  Wilson. 

Among  others  who  entertained  before  the  dance 
were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edgar  M.  Wilson,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Horatio  Hellman,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norman 
Livermore,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Millen  Griffith,  Mr.  and 
Mrs,    M.    Hall    McAllister. 

Mr.  Joseph  Rosborougb  gave  a  dinner  last  even- 
ing preceding  the  Bachelors  and  Benedicts*  bail 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Miss  Erna  St.  Goar  was  a  dinner  hostess  last 
evening  and  with  her  guests  attended  the  ball  at 
the    Fairmont   Hotel. 

Miss  Harriet  Pomeroy  will  be  hostess  at  a  din- 
ner Monday  evening,  December  23,  preceding  the 
ball  to  be  given  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel  by  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Emory  Winship. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  G.  Hellmann  gave  a  din- 
ner Monday  evening  in  honor  of  Mr.  Frederick 
W.  Hellmann,  who  will  leave  soon  to  join  Mrs. 
Hellmann    in   New    York. 

Mrs.  Francis  Rowan  and  Mrs.  Carey  Fried- 
lander  will  give  a  subscription  dance  this  evening 
at  the   Sequoia  Club. 

Invitations  have  been  issued  to  the  Cinderella 
ball,  Friday  evening,  January  17,  1913.  The 
patronesses  are:  Mrs.  Francis  Carolan,  Mrs. 
George  A.  Pope,  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis,  Mrs.  Wil- 
liam B.  Tubbs,  Mrs.  William  Delaware  Neilson, 
Mrs.  Edward  L.  Eyre,  Mrs.  Richard  Girvin,  Mrs. 
William  B.  Bourn,  Mrs.  John  Brice,  Mrs.  John  G. 
Kittle.  Mrs.  George  Boyd,  Mrs.  Harry  N.  Stetson, 
Mrs.  Percy  Moore,  Mrs.  Willis  Polk,  and  Miss 
Cora  Jane  Flood. 

Major  Kinsey  Hampton,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Hampton  entertained  a  number  of  army  friends 
at  a  dinner  at  their  home  in  the  Presidio. 

Captain  Henry  T.  Mayo,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Mayo  gave  a  luncheon  complimentary  to  Lieu- 
tenant-Commander Irwin  H.  Landis,  U.  S.  A.,  and 
Mrs.  Landis,  who  have  since  gone  East. 

The  officers  of  the  South  Dakota  were  hosts  at 
a  dinner  preceding- the  dance  given  last  week  at 
Mare  Island. 

Mrs.  Horace  D.  Pillsbury  entertained  a  number 
of  friends  at  a  luncheon  in  honor  of  Mrs.  Arthur 
Murray,  Mrs.  Maxwell  Murray,  and  Miss  Sadie 
Murray. 

Owing  to  the  death  of  Colonel  John  A  Dar- 
ling, U.  S.  A,  Mrs.  Darling  has  recalled  her  in- 
vitations to  a  New  Year's  eve  dance  at  the  Hotel 
Stewart. 


Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Californians : 

Mrs.  Hannah  Hobart  has  returned  to  New  York 
to  join  her  children,  the  Misses  Hannah  ana  Ruth 
Hobart  and  Master  Walter  Hobart,  Jr.,  who  are 
attending  Eastern  schools.  During  her  visit  here 
Mrs.  Hobart  was  the  guest  of  her  brother-in-law 
and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  S.  Lilley,  in  San  Ra- 
fael. 

Mr.  Walter  Dillingham  arrived  on  the  Korea 
flora  Honolulu  en  route  to  Chicago  to  join  Mrs. 
Dillingham,  who  is  visiting  her  family.  They  will 
return    soon    after    the    holidays. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  E.  Maud  have  gone  East  for 
a    few    weeks*  visit. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  Wayman  will  close  their 
country  home  in  Ross  the  first  week  in  January 
and  will  spend  several  months  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  G.  Lathrop  of  Palo  Alto 
have  gone  East  to  spend  the  hoIidaysTwith  their 
daughter,   Miss  Hermine  Lathrop. 

Mrs.  Henry  J.  Crocker  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Marion  and  Mary  Julia  Crocker,  will  spend 
the  Christmas  vacation  in  New  York  with  Miss 
Kate  Crocker  and  the  Messrs.  Harry  and  Clark 
Crocker.  , 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clarence  Eddy  have  returned  to 
New  York  after  a  visit  with  Mrs.  Eddy's  son,  Mr. 
George  Lewis,  of  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  G.  Irwin,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  Templeton  Crocker,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Waller  S.  Martin  returned  Sunday  in  the  Crocker 
car    "Mishawaka"   from  New  York. 

Mrs.  Horace  Hill  of  New  York  is  anticipating 
spending  the  winter  in  this  city.  She  will  be  ac- 
companied by  her  son,  Mr.  Horace  Hill,  Jr. 

Miss  Doris  Wilshire  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in  Southern  California- 
Miss  Milward  Holden  has  returned  from  Los 
Angeles,  where  she  spent  the  summer  with  her 
brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles 
Pope. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Moses  Gunst  have  returned  from 
Europe. 

Mrs.  Eugene  Bresse  and  her  daughter,  Miss 
Metha  McMahon,  have  returned  from  New  York, 
where  they  have  been  spending  the  past  three 
months. 


THE  PLEASURE  OF  GIVING 

Is  increased  a  hundred  fold  when  you 
know  the  gift  is  in  perfect  taste.  Pig 
&  Whistle  candies,  delicious  and 
pure,  make  exquisite  Yuletide  gifts. 
Packed  in  beautiful  holiday  boxes,  can 
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Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker  left  Monday 
for  New  York  to  spend  the  holidays  with  their 
daughter,  Miss  Helen  Crocker,  and  their  son,  Mr. 
William  H.  Crocker,  Jr.  Miss  Ethel  Crocker  is  in 
Paris  with  her  aunt.   Princess  Andre  Poniatowski. 

Mrs.  Edward  Barron  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Marguerite  and  Evelyn  Barron,  left  Thurs- 
day for  Europe,  where  they  will  travel  during  the 
next  six  months. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  F.  W.  Dohrmann  have  returned 
from  Europe. 

Judge  William  Carey  Van  Fleet  has  returned 
from  Honolulu,  where  he  accompanied  Mrs.  Van 
Fleet,  Miss  Julia  Van  Fleet,  and  Mr.  William 
Carey  Van  Fleet,  who  will  make  a  tour  of  the 
world  before  returning  home. 

Mr.  Royden  Williamson  has  returned  to  New 
York  after  having  resided  in  this  city  for  several 
years. 

Dr.  George  Hayes  Willcutt  will  leave  in  January 
for  Europe,  where  he  will  spend  the  nest  two 
years. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean  returned  home 
Wednesday  from  a  brief  visit  in  New  York.  In 
February  they  will  move  into  their  new  home  on 
Washington    Street. 

Mr.  Lansing  Tevis  has  returned  from  a  few 
days*  visit  in  Bakersfield  and  his  joined  his  broth- 
ers, the  Messrs.  Lloyd  and  Gordon  Tevis,  in  Berke- 
ley,  where  they  are  attending  college. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cameron  will  remain  in 
town  until  February,  when  they  will  establish 
themselves  permanently  in  Burlingame,  where  their 
new  home  is  nearing  completion.  At  present  they 
are  visiting  Mr.  and  Mrs.  M.  H.  de  Young. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  Marks,  who  went  abroad 
several  months  ago,  will  spend  the  Christinas  holi- 
days in    Germany. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels  arrived 
Thursday  from  New  York  and  are  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Philip  E.  Bowles  and  their  son, 
Mr.  George  Bowles,  have  returned  to  their  home 
in    Oakland   after   a    few  months'   visit  in   Europe. 

Miss  Anne  Peters  and  Miss  Katherine  Strickler 
have  recently  been  visiting  friends  in  Mare  Island. 

Mr.  Samuel  Parker  and  his  son,  Mr.  James 
Parker,  arrived  last  week  from  Washington,  D.  C, 
en  route  to  their  home  in  Honolulu, 

Mrs.  Frank  West  has  returned  to  Stockton  after 
a  few  days*  visit  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mayor  James  Kolph,  Jr.,  and  Mrs.  Rolph  have 
returned  from  a  visit  in  "New  York  and  Washing- 
ton,  D.    C. 

Mr.  Allan  Pollok  has  gone  East  for  a  brief 
visit- 
Miss  Ruth  Richards  is  slowly  recovering  from 
her  recent  serious  attack  of  double  pneumonia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  W.  McNear,  Jr.,  and  Miss 
Einnim  McNear  have  gone  East  to  join  Miss  Er- 
nestine McNear,  who  has  been  spending  the  past 
month  in  New  York. 

Mrs.  Charles  R.  Johnson  is  visiting  friends  in 
Los  Angeles. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Luther  J.  Holton  of  Santa  Bar- 
bara are  established  for  the  winter  at  the  Hotel 
St,  Francis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Russell  Selfridge  are  occupying 
apartments  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel,  where  they  will 
spend  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Laurence  Fuller  left  Saturday  for 
Philadelphia,  where  they  will  spend  the  holidays 
with  Mrs.   Fuller's  mother,  Mrs.  La  Tourette. 

Miss  Virginia  Jolliffe  has  returned  to  town  after 
a  visit  with  friends  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Timothy  Hopkins  and  their  daugh- 
ter, Miss  Lydia  Hopkins,  have  recently  rented  the 
apartment  of  Dr.  W.  S.  Thome  and  Mrs.  Thorne, 
who  are  again  occupying  their  residence  on  Pa- 
cific Avenue. 

Colonel  F.  C.  Ainsworth,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Ainsworth  have  returned  to  their  home  in  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  after  a  visit  with  friends  in  this 
city. 

Captain  Arthur  Cranston,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs. 
Cranston  have  gone  East  to  remain  until  April. 

Mrs.  William  Renwick  Smedberg  and  her  two 
little  sons  have  returned  from  Boston  and  have 
joined  Captain  Smedberg,  U.  S.  A,  at  the  Pre- 
sidio, Monterey. 

Captain  Orrin  Wolfe,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Wolfe 
are  established  in  the  Presidio,  where  they  will 
reside  indefinitely.  They  have  recently  been  visit- 
ing Mrs.  Wolfe's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  A  A. 
Watkins,  at  their  home  in   Sausalito. 

Lieutenant  Irving  Hall  Mayfield,  U.  S.  N.,  and 
Mrs.  Mayfield  have  gone  to  Mare  Island  to  reside 
during  the  winter.  Mrs.  Mayfield  was  formerly 
Miss  Juliet  Borden  of  Los  Angeles. 

Lieutenant  J.  H.  Klein,  Jr.,  U.  S.  N.,  and  Mrs. 
Klein  are  expected  next  week  from  Santa  Barbara 
and  will  spend  the  holidays  with  Mrs.  Klein's 
mother,  Mrs.  J.  L.  James. 

Rear- Admiral  W.  H.  H.  Southerland,  Mrs. 
Southerland,  and  Miss  Southerland  are  at  Hotel 
del  Coronado.  Rear-Admiral  Southerland  is  com- 
mander-in-chief of  the  Pacific  fleet,  his  flagship 
being  the  California,  The  fleet  is  anchored  in 
San  Diego   harbor. 

Captain  Connolly,  U.  S.  A,  and  Mrs.  Connolly 
have  returned  from  the  East  and  are  again  at  the 
Presidio. 

Recent  arrivals  at  Hotel  del  Coronado  include 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harries,  the  Misses  Harries,  Mr. 
A  P.  Moseley,  Captain  J.  Campbell  Beseley,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  F.  P.  S.  Harris,  Mr.  J.  Elliott,  and 
Mrs.  Druiff ,  of  London ;  Mrs.  D.  B.  Smith, 
Mr.  Robert  Smith,  of  Mexico  City;  Mr.  R.  Lloyd 
Jones,  of  Melbourne,  Australia;  Senor  J.  B.  Umbe, 
of  Escanade,  Mexico ;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  A.  YVil- 
mot,  of  Vancouver,  B.  C;  Judge  Peter  Grosscup, 
of    Chicago. 


Mr.  Hadley's  Musicale. 

Mr.  Henry  Hadley  gave  a  musicale  at  the 
Bohemian  Club  on  Thursday  evening.  A  pro- 
gramme of  rare  interest  was  provided,  inas 
much  as  Mr.  Hadley  appeared  in  his  new 
piano  quintet,  together  with  artists  from  the 
symphony  orchestra :  Adolph  Rosenbecker  and 
Ralph  VVetmore,  violins ;  Clarence  Evans, 
viola ;  Arthur  Hadley,  'cello.  In  addition  to 
this,  Mrs.  Bruner  sang  Mr.  Hadley's  songs. 
and  Mr.  Arthur  Hadley  appeared  in  'cello 
solos. 

Among  those  present  were  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Frederick  Sharon,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry*  T. 
Scott,    Miss    Mills,    Mr.    and    Mrs.    M.    H.    de 


Makes  Home  Baking  Easy 


POWDER 

Absolutely  Pure 

HAS  NO  SUBSTITUTE 

A  Cream  of  Tartar  Powder, 

free  from  alum  or  phos- 

phatic  acid 


Young,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jerry  Landfield,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  de  Sabla,  Miss  de  Sabla,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Ed  Tobin,  Mr.  R.  M.  Tobin,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  George  Cameron,  Miss  Helen  Chese- 
brough,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  F.  K.  Struve,  Miss 
Kathleen  de  Young,  Miss  Phyllis  de  Young, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  Downey  Harvey,  Dr.  and 
Mrs.  G.  Selfridge,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stanley 
Morshead,  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Stanley  Stillman. 
Mr.  Raphael  Weill,  Mr.  Michel  Weill,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  J.  C.  Wilson,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  N. 
Drown,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Beylard,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Frank  Deering,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Kelham, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Breeden.  Miss  Marjorie  Josse- 
Ivn,  Mr.  Arthur  Hadlev,  Miss  Foute,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Willis  Polk,  Mr.  Richard  Hotaling,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Leon  Greenebaum,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Edgar  Peixotto.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Roths- 
child, Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Fries,  Mr.  Harry 
Tevis,  Mr.  Frank  H.  Fries,  Miss  Dorothy 
Fries,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Milton  Bremer,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  McKee,  Mr.  Frank  J.  Moroney,  Mr. 
Courtney  Ford,  Mr.  Harry  Francis,  Miss 
Lillian  Francis,  Mr.  Allan  Dunn,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Heyneman,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Mathieu, 
Mrs.  Arthur  Nahl,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  L.  S.  Sher- 
man, Mrs.  Lane  Leonard,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mark 
Daniels,  Father  Arch  Perrin,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Hanchett,  Judge  and  Mrs.  Henry  Melvin. 


BLACK 


AND 


WHITE 


Scotch   Whiskey 


Highest  Standard 

of 

Quality 


ALEX.  D.  SHAW  &  CO. 

Pacific  Coast  Agents 

214  Front  Street     -     San  Francisco 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  on  Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Can  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 

under  the  rranagement  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


December  21,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


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THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

Chairman  Philip  T.  Clay  of  the  special  com- 
mittee on  the  New  Year's  Day  celebration 
and  dedication  of  the  Machinery  Hall  for  the 
Exposition  has  appointed  Paul  T.  Carroll  and 
Otto  Schiller  members  of  a  committee  to  ar- 
range for  a  grand  parade  on  the  afternoon 
of  New  Year's  Day.  The  parade  is  to  start 
at  one  p.  m.,  at  Sutter  and  Van  Ness  Avenue 
on  January    1.  

Property  of  Baron  von  Schroeder,  the  large 
holding  at  First  and  Mission  Streets,  part  of 
the  old  Donohue  block,  was  sold  at  auction 
Tuesday,  bringing  $155,000.  It  was  bought 
by  Charles  C.  Moore,  who  will  erect  a  modern 
three-story  business  block.  A  bid  of  $157,500 
was  made  for  the  Hotel  Rafael  property  by 
M.  Herzog  of  San  Rafael,  but  the  price  was 
not   confirmed  by  the   owner. 


As  ground  upon  which  to  break  the  will  of 
the  late  John  Birmingham,  for  many  years 
to  the  time  of  his  death  on  December  1,  1911, 
United  States  inspector  of  hulls  and  boilers 
at  San  Francisco,  his  widow,  Frances  Amanda 
Birmingham,  in  a  contest  filed  in  the  superior 
court,  charges  that  when  he  made  his  will 
and  for  a  long  time  prior  he  was  of  unsound 
mind.  John  Birmingham,  Jr.,  who  is  executor 
of  his  father's  will  disposing  of  his  $85,000 
estate,  is  charged  with  misrepresenting  his 
stepmother  to  his  father  and  by  undue  in- 
fluence inducing  him  to  cut  off  his  wife  with 
$1000,  the  household  furniture  and  family  li- 
brary, while  he  left  his  estate,  divisible  in 
equal  parts,  to  his  children :  Mrs.  Lucy  M. 
Pray  of  Berkeley,  Mrs.  Charlotte  E.  Stokes 
of  Washington,  D.  C,  John  Birmingham,  Jt., 
and  Samuel  Birmingham  of  Oakland. 


Members  of  the  German  Ladies'  General 
Benevolent  Society  distributed  Christmas  gifts 
Tuesday  at  the  San"  Fraaicisco  Turn  Verein 
Hall,  there  being  a  large  Christmas .  tree  for 
the  children.  The  committee  in  charge  conr 
sisted  of  Mrs.  Caroline  Koster,  president'; 
Mrs.  M.  Esberg  and  Mrs.  Fehleisen,  vice- 
presidents  ;  Mrs.  M.  Rohlffs,  Mrs.  F.  C. 
Meussdorffer,  Mrs.  F.  Habenicht,  Mrs.  Henry 
Meyer,  Mrs.  W.  Loewy,  Mrs.  W.  Ophulz,  Mrs. 
C.  Duisenberg,  Mrs.  W.  H.  Hansen,  Mrs.  G. 
F.  Volkmann,  Mrs.  W.  Erythrope,  and  Mrs. 
H.  St.  Goar,   secretary. 


Giving  promise  of  saving  the  state  $50,000 
a  year  in  water  rentals,  three  fresh  water 
gushers  burst  forth  above  the  salt  water  of 
the  bay  at  the  Mission  Street  wharf  when 
■workmen  drove  piles  through  the  bedrock  far 
below  the  mud  surface.  Nothing  like  this 
phenomenon  has  ever  before  been  seen  on 
the  peninsula,  and  the  geysers  attract  the  at- 
tention of  crowds.  Geologists  are  of  the 
opinion  that  the  new  artesian  well  which  the 
state  has  accidentally  discovered  is  a  part  of 
the  blanket  of  water  which  extends  westward 
from  the  Alameda  County  hills  and  gradually 
goes  underground,  passing  under  the  bay,  and 
under  the  peninsula  out  to  the  ocean. 


Over  the  $10,000  that  Professor  E.  S. 
Bonelli  accumulated  in  his  twenty  years  as 
director  of  the  San  Francisco  Conservatory 
of  Music  and  which  he  sought  to  dispose  of 
by  will  to  his  nurse,  Mrs.  Arathusa  Clayes, 
her  daughter,  Mrs.  P.  Zerman,  the  children 
of  Dr.  George  W.  Leek,  in  whose  divorce  suit 
Bonelli  was  named  as  affinity,  and  a  few  other 
friends,  there  is  to  be  a  bitter  contest.  The 
decedent's  brothers,  Albert  and  Louis  H. 
Bonelli,  of  Boston,  oppose  probation  of  the 
testament,  which  cuts  them  off  with  bequests 
of  $1  each. 

FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 


'"The  Typhoon"  Coming  to  the  Cort  Theatre. 

Walker  Whiteside  comes  from  the  Hudson 
Theatre,  New  York,  to  the  Cort  Theatre  here 
for  an  engagement  of  two  weeks,  commencing 
on  Sunday  evening  next,  with  "The  Typhoon," 
the  play  which  created  a  profound  impression 
in  Europe,  and  which  took  New  York  by 
storm  last  season.  The  play  is  something  en- 
tirely distinct  from  the  ordinary  run  of 
dramas  presented  in  recent  years,  its  features 
of  theme  and  insight  into  the  workings  of  the 
strange  people  of  the  far  Orient  accounting 
largely  for  its  unprecedented  vogue.  The 
story  has  for  its  principal  characters  a  co- 
terie of  Japanese  diplomats  settled  tempo- 
rarily in  Berlin  to  watch  the  trend  of  Euro- 
pean affairs  in  the  interest  of  the  Mikado. 
The  leader  of  the  party,  Tokeramo,  the  role 
portrayed  by  Mr.  Whiteside,  is  a  brilliant 
young  diplomatist  enjoying  the  implicit  con- 
fidence of  the  great  men  of  his  country.  He 
unfortunately  becomes  entangled  in  a  love  af- 
fair with  a  fascinating  demi-mondaine,  and 
in  an  excess  of  jealous  fury  strangles  her  to 
death.  The  importance  of  the  mission  tl>at 
Tokeramo  is  employed  in  is  so  great  that  the 
other  members  of  the  embassy  band  together 


his  wonderfully  effective  characterization  of 
the  dreamy  Jewish  poet  in  "The  Melting  Pot," 
and  his  return  to  San  Francisco  now  will 
be  welcomed.  His  leading  woman  is  Miss 
Florence  Fisher,  a  particularly  clever  actress, 
and  among  those  prominent  in  his  company 
are  Stephen  Wright,  Hubert  Wilkie,  Grant 
Sherman,  Arda  LaCroix,  and  "Maude  Shaw. 

At   the   Cort   Theatre  the   final   performance 
of  "A  Modern  Eve"  will  be  given  tonight. 


The  Rose  Maid"  a  Big-Hit  at  the  Columbia. 
"The  Rose  Maid"  was  presented  at  the  Co- 
lumbia Theatre  for  the  first  time  last  Monday 
night,  and  on  that  occasion  won  instant  favor. 
Since  that  night  the  patronage  has  been  large, 
and  the  audiences  fully  as  enthusiastic  over 
the  latest  Viennese  operetta  to  be  offered  for 
approval  to  local  theatre-goers.  Werba  and 
Luescher  have  again  proved  themselves 
thoughtful  producers  by  sending  a  meritorious 
company.  With  Perle  Barti,  one  of  the  sweet- 
est voiced  prima  donnas,  to  render  a  vocal 
number  in  this  city,  Juliette  Lange,  Ida  Van 
Tine,  two  other  notable  sopranos  of  the  com- 
pany, Henry  Coote,  Ed  Gallagher,  Harry  Les- 
ter Mason,  Leo  Stark,  H.  Tyler  Brooke,  a 
chorus  of  real  singing  ability,  and  a  great 
orchestra,  the  organization  makes  itself  felt 
in  the  Granichstaedten  music  and  the  humor 
the  piece  offers.  The  second  week  of  the  en- 
gagement is  announced  to  begin  Monday  night. 
Matinees  will  be  given  on  Christmas  Day 
(Wednesday)    and  Saturday. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  Ada  Reeve 
and  the  first  of  the  Orpheum  Road  Show. 
Miss  Reeve  will  be  heard  in  new  songs  and 
the  Road  Show,  which  is  under  the  direction 
of  Martin  Beck,  is  said  to  be  exceptionally 
good.  Bert  Clark  and  Mabel  Hamilton,  the 
headliners,  are  'favorite  English 'musical  com- 
'edy's'tars^.  ,.Mr.  Clark  is  in  the  front  rank 
of  British;  'comedians  and  Miss,  Hamilton  is 
exceptionally  versatile  and  attractive.  She 
sings  and  dances  admirably  and  proves  a  capi- 
tal foil  for  her  partner's  comedy.  Their  pres- 
ent vehicle,  "A  Wayward  Conceit,"  is  not 
even  a  skit.  It  is  just  a  line  of  clever  dia- 
logue introducing  a  number  of  original  songs 
with  a  special  scenic  set  for  each  and  changes 
of  costume. 

Signor  Travato,  the  eccentric  violinist,  who 
created  one  of  the  greatest  musical  furors 
that  this  city  has  ever  known  and  whose 
quality,  technic,  and  bowing  are  wonderful, 
will  present  a  selection  of  numbers  which 
will  show  great  regard  for   the  popular  taste. 

T.  Roy  Barnes  and  Bessie  Crawford  will 
appear  in  a  breezy  skit  entitled  "The  Fakir 
and  the  Lady,"  an  amusing  fifteen-minute  spe- 
cialty built  solely  on  personality  and  mag- 
netism. 

Joe  Keho  and  Rose  Green  will  be  a  popu- 
lar feature  of  the  Road  Show  in  the  musical 
whiz,  "Hands  Across  the  Street,"  which 
enables  them  to  display  their  ability  as  vo- 
calists,  and  to  do  bits  of  graceful  acrobatics. 

Among  the  most  sensational  of  foreign  wire 
artists  are  the  Hassans,  whose  exhibition  is 
unique,  inasmuch  as  all  their  acrobatic  feats 
are  accomplished  on  a  tight  or  slack  wire, 
even  to  the  riding  of  a  monocycle.  The  trio 
concludes  its  remarkable  exhibition  with  a 
whirlwind  dance. 

With  this  bill  Oscar  and  Suzette  and  Paul 
Dickey  and  company  in  "The  Come  Back" 
will  conclude  their  engagements. 


Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 
The  management  of  the  Pantages  Theatre 
has  arranged  a  notable  array  of  vaudeville 
talent  for  the  big  Christmas  week  bill  begin- 
ning Sunday,  December  22.  Of  the  two  head- 
liners  on  the  bill  the  most  impressive  will 
doubtless  be  Tanhauser's  masterpiece,  "The 
Star  of  Bethlehem,"  a  spectacular  production 
with  more  than  one  hundred  people  in  the 
cast.  It  is  a  timely  subject  and  will  draw 
all  classes  of  theatre-goers  to  the  Pantages. 
The  second  big  headliner  is  an  altogether 
different  act,  for  it  is  a  big,  picturesque  mu- 
sical extravaganza,  bearing  the  title  "The  Two 
Thieves,"  with  twenty  dainty  dancing  girls, 
special  scenery,  elaborate  costuming,  electrical 
effects,  and  lots  of  songs  and  dance  numbers. 
The  score  includes  such  bits  of  harmony  as 
"Ten  Little  Misses,"  "Marry  a  Nobleman," 
"Let  Me  Go  Back  to  California,"  "Nobody 
Knew,"  "The  Owl  in  the  Old  Oak  Tree," 
"Jimmy  Valentine,"  and  many  others,  under 
the  guidance  of  Claude  Morton,  the  musical 
director.  Le  Clair  and  Sampson  have  a 
clever  burlesque  on  the  methods  of  acrobats 
and  strong  men.  The  Fields  Brothers  are 
black-face  comedians,  and  their  soft  and  hard 
shoe  dancing  is  good.  Miss  Muriel  Ardmore 
is  an  accomplished  player  on  the  violin.  The 
inside  of  a  newspaper  office  and  the  ability 
of  a  woman  as  a  journalist  will  be  depicted 
in  "The  Editor's  Substitute,"  in  which  Miss 
Margaret  Bird  and  her  company  appear. 
Gavin  and  Piatt  have  an  operetta  entitled  "In 
t  -.vi  »  Tnjs  attractive  holiday  bill  will 
"   reciated  by  amusement  lovers. 


y  Stores  a  Help  to  Xmas  Shop- 
aas  &  Sons'  four  delightfully  ap- 
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.Iution  for  the  Christmas  candy 
an    Building;    Fillmore   at   Ellis; 

;  and  28  Market  St.,  near  Ferry. 


It's  Better  than 
the  Imported 

And  it's  better  than  the  best  do- 
mestic make— that's  IMPERIAL, 
the  purest,  finest  and  most  delicious 
cocoa  ever  served. 

It  was  made  to  compete  with  the  highest- 
priced  cocoas  in  the  world,  and  has  suc- 
ceeded to  the  complete  sa'isfaction  of 
the  D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  which  was 
enabled  to  manufacture  it  only  after  much 
study,  many  trials  and  large  expenditure 
of  money  for  special  machinery. 

True,  it  costs  a  little  more  than  ordinary 
makes,  but  it  is  so  far  superior  that  it 
goes  farther,  is  more  easily  digested  than 
others  and  has  a  flavor  that  no  other 
cocoa  ever  had. 

Sold  by  all  best  grocers.     Say 

ChirardeUi's  IMPERIAL,  and 

see  that  you  get  it. 


Radke  &  Co. 


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The  Holiday- 
Gift  Shop 

Silverware  in  all  its  detail.     A  wealth 

of  design  and  gorgeous  coloring. 

A  vista  of  novelties  never 

to  be  forgotten. 

Vanity  Cases 

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To  meet  the  most  fastidious  taste 

Or  any  Dame's  caprice. 

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It  is  the  finest 
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Maud — Do  you  shoot  with  a  dog?  Cholly 
— I — er — usually  start  with  one. — New  Or- 
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Among  the  many  luxuries  of  our  modern 
civilization  is  the  occasional  chance  to  make 
an  honest  living. — Puck. 

"The  doctor  looked  very  serious."  "Yes.  I 
don't  think  he  could  find  any  excuse  to  ope- 
rate."— Detroit  Free  Press. 

"Money  won't  do  everything."  "What  now, 
for  instance?"  "It  won't  keep  a  cook  who 
lias  made  up  her  mind  to  quit." — Detroit  Free 
Press. 

"I  want  to  go  to  Philadelphia,"  he  said  to 
the  ticket  agent  in  the  New  York  railroad 
office.  "Like  thunder  you  do,"  said  that  of- 
ficial. "You  have  to  go  there." — New  York 
Globe. 

"A  Chicago  police  matron  claims  that  big 
men  make  the  best  husbands."  "In  some  cases, 
perhaps ;  but  I  know  some  little  women  who 
have  succeeded  fairly  well  at  the  business." 
— Youngstovun  Telegram. 

"I  understand  that  a  number  of  women 
have  learned  to  smoke  cigars,"  said  the  friv- 
olous observer.  "I  don't  believe  it,"  replied 
Mr.  Meekton.  "The  kind  of  cigars  women 
buy  nobody  could  smoke." — Washington  Star. 

"Can't  I  induce  you  to  join  the  Society  for 
the  Prevention  of  Useless  Giving?"  asked  the 
social  worker.  "What  would  be  the  advan- 
tage?" answered  father.  "Useful  gifts  cost 
just  as  much  as  any  others." — Buffalo  Ex- 
press. 

"When  I  was  a  young  girl  a  young  man 
who  was  engaged  to  a  girl  asked  her  for  a 
lock  of  her  hair."  "Yes,  but  in  those  days 
girls  could  afford  to  give  away  hair.  They 
raised  it  themselves  instead  of  buying  it." — 
Boston  Record. 

"That  fellow  who  was  talking  so  nicely 
about  love  in  a  cottage  must  be  a  poet."  "No ; 
he's  a  real  estate  dealer.  He's  trying  to  per- 
suade me  to  get  married  and  buy  a  semi- 
detached cottage  on  the  installment  plan." — 
Washington  Herald. 

First  Suffragette — So  those  horrid  college 
students  broke  up  your  parade?  Second  Suf- 
fragette— Yes.  In  a  parade  they  had  the 
night  before  ours  was  scheduled  they  broke 
every  plate-glass  window  in  town. — Philadel- 
phia Public  Ledger. 

Young  Popps — Dearest,  what  did  your 
father  say  when  you  told  him  of  our  engage- 
ment? Daphne  Sweet — Darling,  it  was  too 
funny !  He  gulped  a  few  times,  and  then 
turned  to  the  parrot.  "Polly,"  said  he  ap- 
pealingly,    "please    help    me    out !" — Judge. 

"In  regard  to  the  custody  of  the  child,"  said 
the  judge  in  handing  down  his  decision  in 
the  divorce  case,  "I'll  let  the  young  lady  de- 
cide for  herself."  "Oh,"  replied  the  worldly 
wise  young  thing,  "if  mamma  is  really  going 
to  get  all  that  alimony  I  guess  I'll  go  with 
her." — Brooklyn  Life. 

"How  do  you  account  for  the  lack  of  en- 
thusiasm in  your  district?"  said  the  inquiring 
friend.  "Well,"  replied  Senator  Sorghum,  "I 
had  to  make  a  lot  of  campaign  promises. 
And  you  know  a  campaign  promise  is  very 
much  like  a  jacksnipe.  It  doesn't  look  nearly 
so  large  when  you  take  off  the  feathers  and 
get  down  to  the  meat." — Washington  Star. 

"Madam,  we  are  polling  the  district. 
Which  way  are  you  going  to  vote?"  "Well, 
I  think  I'll  vote  the  Republican  ticket  this 
year,  if  I  don't  vote  the  Democratic.  I 
haven't  quite  made  up  my  mind.  I  have  a 
friend  on  the  Prohibition  ticket  and  may  vote 
it,  after  all.  My  sister  wants  me  to  vote  the 
Socialist  ticket,  but  I  don't  know.  Do  I  have 
to  give  you  an  answer  today?" — Washington 
Herald. 

Editor  (to  new  reporter) — You  say  in  this 
report  of  the  fire  that  "the  lurid  glare  of 
forked  flames  shot  athwart  the  dark-domed 
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about  the  place,  or  learn  what  caused  the 
fire,  or  the  probable  amount  of  property  de- 
stroyed? New  Reporter — No,  sir.  Editor 
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glare  of  forked  flames  athwart  this  report ! — 
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TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

EDITORIAL:  The  New  Oakland  Hotel— Judge  John  Currey 
— Lessons  of  the  Election — Mr.  Stimson  and  the  Can- 
teen— Dr.  Butler's  Advice — The  Vacant  Post  at  Lon- 
don— Mr.  Glavis  on  Trial — The  New  Canadian  War- 
ships .   421-423 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN.     By  Sidney  G.  P.   Coryn 424 

OLD    FAVORITES:     "Robin  Hood  and  Allen-a-Dale" 424 

THE  MASTER:  How  Chance  Gave  Him  a  Chateau  and  Re- 
tainers. From  the  French  of  Marc  Donat,  by  H. 
Twitchell   425 

INDIVIDUALITIES:     Notes    about    Prominent    People    All 

over   the    World 425 

THE    MYSTERY    OF    PIRATE    ISLAND:     Solved   by   the 

"Blade"  Reporter.     By  Charles  Phelps  Cushing 426 

THE  AMBITION  OF  A  DUKE:  With  Some  Reference  to 
England's  Most  Impregnable  Institution.  By  Henry 
C.    Shelley     427 

REVIVAL  OF  TAPESTRY  WEAVING:  Looms  of  New 
York  Producing  a  Series  of  Twenty-Six  Historical 
Manhattan    Scenes    427 

DIPLOMATIC    MEMOIRS:     Mrs.    Hugh    Fraser    Writes    a 

Second  Volume  of  Official  Wanderings  in  Many  Lands        428 

THE  LATEST  BOOKS:  Critical  Notes— Briefer  Reviews- 
New    Books    Received    429-430 

DRAMA:     "The  Typhoon."     By  Josephine  Hart  Phelps 431 

FOYER  AND    BOX-OFFICE   CHAT 431 

VANITY  FAIR:  Food  Faddists  and  Common  Sense— Those 
Who  Live  Long — The  Simple  Life  and  Its  Teachings 
— Vegetarianism  and  Tact — A  Beauty  Doctor's  De- 
fense— The   Pearl    in   the   Oyster 432 

STORY  ETTES:  Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Other- 
wise           433 

THE   MERRY  MUSE 433 

PERSONAL:  Notes  and  Gossip — Movements  and  Where- 
abouts             434 

THE    CITY    IN    GENERAL:     Brief    Chronicles    of    Passing 

Events    435 

THE    ALLEGED    HUMORISTS:     Paragraphs    Ground    Out 

by  the  Dismal  Wits  of  the  Day 436 

The  New  Oakland  Hotel. 

The  opening  of  the  Hotel  Oakland,  a  hostelry  of  the 
first  class,  is  a  significant  mark  of  the  spirit  and  ambi- 
tion of  our  east-shore  community.  We  say  our  because 
whatever  belongs  to  Oakland  belongs  to  San  Francisco, 
precisely  as  whatever  belongs  to  San  Francisco  belongs 
to  Oakland.  The  two  sections  of  this  metropolitan 
community  are  inevitably  and  indissolubly  attached  to 
each  other,  and  whatever  contributes  to  the  values  of 
life  in  either  comes  in  the  final  account  to  the  credit 
of  the  community  as  a  whole.  Until  now  Oakland  has 
not  had  a  hotel  comparable  with  the  other  aspects 
of  her  local  development.  The  transient  visitor  has 
found  it  necessary  if  he  would  be  comfortably  lodged 
to  come  to  the  west  side  of  the  bay — to  San  Francisco. 
"The  Oakland,"  therefore,  will  fill  a  distinct  need  and 
at  the  same  time  serve  as  a  centre  for  those  forms  of 
social  organization  which  demand  for  their  proper  de- 
velopment the  facilities  of  a  great  hotel.  Most  impor- 
tant of  all,  however,  is  the  demonstration,  enforced  not 
more  by  the  constructidl  of  this  hotel  than  by  the  cir- 
cumstances attending  it,  t  local  spirit  on  the  part  of  the 
Oaklanders.  Under  one  \  lfluence  or  another,  they  have 
attained  a  community    fading  which   in   these  days   is 


absolutely  essential  to  the  larger  forms  of  community 
welfare.  They  have  learned  how  to  create  and  how  to 
support  an  efficient  municipal  government.  They  find 
the  resolution  and  authority  to  enforce  freedom  in  in- 
dustry, at  least  relatively  speaking.  They  are  able  un- 
failingly to  put  back  of  any  public  enterprise  high  forces 
of  spirit  and  ambition.  They  exhibit  in  the  various 
phases  of  their  social  life  a  mutual  sympathy,  which  is 
in  itself  a  concrete  force  for  the  common  welfare. 
There  are  a  good  many  things  which  the  men  of  San 
Francisco  might  learn  to  their  advantage  by  spending 
a  day  in  Oakland  now  and  then. 


Judge  John  Currey. 

The  notable  fact  as  to  Judge  John  Currey — dead  at 
the  age  of  ninety-eight — is  not  that  he  lived  so  long,  but 
that  he  lived  so  well.  Mere  length  of  years  signifies 
little.  But  to  so  live  as  to  sustain  through  all  the  years 
of  life,  be  they  many  or  few,  the  higher  faculties  of 
mind  and  character  is  a  thing  of  tremendous  value  as 
related  to  the  standards  and  inspirations  of  the  race. 
The  secret  of  Judge  Currey's  exceptional  life,  if  it 
may  be  called  a  secret,  was  a  very  simple  one.  He 
was  well  born — that  is  to  say,  he  began  life  with  a 
wholesome  endowment  of  body  and  of  tempera- 
mental tendencies.  All  his  life  he  lived  generously,  but 
ever  under  the  dominion  of  mind  rather  than  of  appe- 
tite. There  was  no  vitiation,  no  waste  through  excess ; 
there  was  no  deterioration  through  worry ;  there  was  no 
demoralization  under  the  spell  of  fear.  Judge  Currey 
was  ever  the  ruler  of  his  own  spirit,  and  he  learned 
early  that  the  centre  of  every  man's  moral,  mental, 
spiritual,  and  physical  welfare  is  in  himself.  Things 
outward  and  separate  were  not  ignored  by  Judge  Cur- 
rey; on  the  other  hand  he  was,  up  to  the  very  day  of 
his  death,  an  exceptionally  keen  observer;  but  he  suf- 
fered no  external  fact  to  change  the  current  of  his 
inner  life.  He  was  sufficient  unto  himself,  not  indeed 
after  the  manner  of  the  spiritually  diseased  worshiper 
of  self,  but  in  the  sense  of  holding  mind  and  body  ever 
under  a  strict — and  an  easy — self-mastery.  His  physical 
and  mental  machinery  sustained  few  shocks  because 
the  spirit  of  the  man  held  him  to  a  certain  detachment 
from  things  which  rationally  and  properly  were  exter- 
nal to  himself. 

Not  that  Judge  Currey  in  a  literal  sense  spared  him- 
self, for  that  he  never  did.  He  assumed  the  duties  of 
responsible  life  very  early,  and  he  sustained  them  with 
an  unwearying  but  at  the  same  time  with  an  intelligent 
devotion.  For  sixty  years  he  was  a  lawyer,  active 
either  as  a  judge  or  as  a  practitioner,  during  a  large 
part  of  that  period  in  a  country  of  pioneer  conditions. 
He  knew  not  only  the  labors  of  his  office,  and  they 
were  often  very  irksome  in  the  era  which  preceded 
the  stenographer  and  the  typewriter,  but  he  knew 
the  labors  of  the  "circuit,"  with  the  strenuosities 
of  pioneer  court  practice.  He  endured  the  hard 
fare  and  rough  faring  of  perfunctory  travel  in  the 
days  when  the  bronco  was  the  sole  means  of  trans- 
portation and  when  heat,  cold,  mud,  and  distance  were 
mere  trivial  incidentals.  He  lived  for  many  years  un- 
der conditions  which  made  it  necessary  to  study  his 
cases  and  prepare  his  arguments  amid  anomalous  and 
distracting  surroundings.  And  in  these  conditions,  as 
always,  his  finely  trained  powers  of  abstraction  and 
detachment  served  and  sustained  him.  When  others, 
less  independently  willed,  less  self-controlled,  yielded 
to  the  pressure  of  circumstances  or  sought  artificial 
consolations,  Judge  Currey  carried  himself  with  un- 
ruffled spirit  and  unbroken  calm.  In  a  sense  he  made 
his  own  atmosphere,  and  he  so  made  it  that  in  youth, 
in  mature  manhood,  and  in  age  it  served  the  vigor  of 
his  body  and  the  vigor  of  his  mind. 

There  is  no  need  to  speak  in  detail  of  a  career  which 
gained  early  and  long  supported  an  exceptional  and 
worthy  eminence.  In  a  man  of  Judge  Currey's  temper 
and  character,  personal  distinction  and  public  honors 
were  incidental  and  inevitable.     He  neither  sought  nor 


declined  responsibilities,  and  when  they  came  to  him 
he  bore  them  as  part  of  the  day's  work — they  neither 
exhilarated  nor  wore  upon  him.  As  a  magistrate  he 
was  especially  effective,  for  the  function  of  judgment 
was  among  the  propensities  of  his  nature.  Thus  it  was 
given  to  Judge  Currey  to  serve  not  only  his  day  and 
generation,  but  a  long  period  beyond  the  common  span 
of  life  in  varied  and  honorable  ways  of  large  useful- 
ness and  exceptional  beneficence. 

It  was  in  the  nature  of  things  that  a  mind  so  poised, 
matured,  and  nourished  should  hold  its  powers  as  long 
as  life  lasted.  Only  a  year  ago,  at  the  age  of  ninety- 
seven,  Judge  Currey  prepared  and  published  in  these 
columns  a  legal  argument  which  commanded  the  atten- 
tion and  approval  of  the  bar,  not  only  of  California, 
but  of  the  whole  country.  There  was  exhibited  in  it 
the  respect  for  fact,  the  faithful  consideration  of 
principles,  the  power  of  exact  deduction  which  marked 
the  years  of  his  prime.  "My  mind  works  slower 
than  it  once  did,"  he  remarked  in  comment  upon  his 
own  performance,  "but  in  so  far  as  I  am  capable  of 
judging  it  works  as  precisely  as  ever  it  did."  He  might 
truthfully  have  added  that  it  worked  as  powerfully. 
So  much  may  a  man  win  for  his  spirit  and  his  powers 
when  he  brings  wholesome  habits  to  the  support  of  a 
sound  mind  in  a  sound  body. 

Judge  Currey's  character  as  a  lawyer  reminds  us  that 
he  lived  in  an  age  of  professional  giants — a  day  illus- 
trated in  the  annals  of  the  law  by  the  names  of  Yale, 
Hoag,  Felton,  Field,  Baldwin,  Wallace,  Hastings, 
Sanderson,  Paterson,  Thornton,  Hoffman,  Currey,  Lake, 
Van  Clief,  McAllister,  Terry,  Wilson,  and  a  dozen 
others  of  contemporary  fame.  We  have  often  been 
led,  in  view  of  the  exceptional  character  of  the 
pioneer  bar  of  California,  to  wonder  whence  came 
the  inspirations  under  which  so  many  men  of  high  ca- 
pability and  distinction  were  developed.  The  answer, 
we  suspect,  is  measurably  to  be  found  in  the  special 
conditions  of  the  time.  All  these  men  had  been  pre- 
pared for  legal  practice  in  the  conventionalized  states 
in  which  they  were  bred.  Energy,  ambition,  and  hardi- 
hood brought  them  to  California.  Here  they  found,  it, 
addition  to  the  ordinary  subjects  of  litigation,  a  vast 
realm  of  new  subjects.  The  litigation  of  Spanish  land 
claims  enforced  novel  studies;  mining  rights  and  water 
rights  called  for  still  further  investigation  and  adjudi- 
cation of  legal  principles.  California  lay  against  the 
sea  and  the  various  aspects  of  admiralty  law  were 
forced  upon  the  attention  of  the  bar.  The  situation 
called  for  new  and  wide  studies,  superimposed  upon  the 
studies  of  the  ordinary  student  and  practitioner.  Many 
failed  under  requirements  wdiich  drew  so  heavily  upon 
the  resources  of  industry  and  mentality.  But  the  few 
who  neither  shirked  these  labors  nor  failed  under  their 
stress  came  to  an  expansion  of  knowledge  and  of  mind 
which  made  them  exceptional  lawyers.  Something,  too, 
may  be  due  to  the  stimuli  of  conditions  which  limited 
dependence  upon  authority  and  turned  the  pioneer  law- 
yers back  upon  their  resources  of  native  intellect  under 
the  spur  of  competition.  There  is  a  famous  maxim 
which  exploits  the  character  of  the  man  of  a  few  books 
well  conned  as  against  the  man  of  many  books  care- 
lessly read.  The  pioneer  lawyers  of  California  studied 
well  the  books  available  to  their  hand;  likewise  they 
thought  much,  and  their  reliance  came  to  be  upon  prin- 
ciples and  upon  deductions  therefrom,  rather  than 
reams  upon  reams  of  more  or  less  dubious  "authorities. 

Judge  Currey  was  the  last  of  that  race  of  lawyers, 
whose  gifts  and  powers  shed  lustre  upon  a  great  day 
and  a  great  generation.  It  was  his  fortune  to  bear  far 
beyond  all  his  contemporaries  a  dignity  and  considera- 
tion fairly  won  and  honorably  sustained. 
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Lessons  of  the  Elections. 

By   this    time   it   ought   to   be   evident   even    to    the 
dullest    comprehension    that    San    Francisco    is    dead 
tired    of   elections.     They    are    far  to,. 
comfort   of   the   average    citizen;    and 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  28,  1912. 


bv  their  frequency  and  by  the  magnitude  of  the  de- 
mands which  they  make,  they  create  a  sense  of 
uncertainty  and  alarm.  Another  public  weariness  is 
the  demand  for  increased  expense  in  every  department 
of  the  municipal  government.  It  creates  consternation 
in  the  business  world,  already  overburdened  with  multi- 
plied charges  and  it  has  had  a  serious  effect  upon  the 
value  of  real  property.  There  are  too  many  proposals 
for  expansion,  for  tunnels,  for  increased  salaries.  Still 
another  item  in  the  list  of  public  dissatisfactions  is  that 
which  may  be  classified  under  the  head  of  ornamental 
inutilities.  Xobody  will  deny  the  desirability,  abstractly 
speaking,  of  parks,  pleasure  grounds,  etc.,  but  the  plain 
truth  is  that  San  Francisco  can  not  afford  more  and 
does  not  need  more  than  she  has  got.  What  with 
Golden  Gate  Park,  our  many  open  squares,  the  Presidio, 
and  the  ocean  beach — not  to  mention  the  Spring  Valley 
property  open  at  all  times  to  ail  comers — San  Fran- 
cisco has  about  all  that  she  needs  and  more  than  she 
can  care  for  properly  of  this  kind  of  property. 

Again,  by  this  time  it  ought  to  be  evident  that  San 
Francisco  is  not  only  weary  of,  but  distrustful  of,  one 
of  the  more  important  agencies  through  which  public 
funds  are  expended.  There  are  many  thousands  of 
citizens  who  will  cast  their  votes  against  any  and  every 
proposal  of  special  public  expenditure  so  long  as  Mike 
Casey  sits  at  the  head  of  the  board  of  public  works. 
Mayor  Rolph  ought  to  know  this — indeed  he  ought  to 
have  known  it  long  ago.  And  he  should  know  further 
that  every  day  of  Mike  Casey's  continued  incumbency 
adds  a  new  thread  of  the  fabric  of  distrust  and  con- 
tempt which  is  gathering  about  the  mayor  himself. 
Xobody  questions  the  individual  respectability  and  the 
unofficial  honesty  of  Mr.  Rolph.  Albeit  everybody 
knows  him  to  be  a  weak  man,  nobody  thinks  him  a 
knave.  But  if  he  shall  continue  to  permit  Mike  Casey, 
whose  capabilities  as  a  man  of  business  have  been  so 
signally  illustrated  in  the  Geary  Street  road  instance — 
if  he  allows  Mike  Casey  to  remain  at  the  board  of  public 
works — he  will  ultimately  find  himself  involved  in  the 
same  kind  of  discredit  which  attaches  to  Casey  him- 
self. 

Another  cause  of  public  discontent  is  the  supine  atti- 
tude of  the  municipal  government  toward  any  and  every 
matter  in  any  way  connected  with  organized  labor. 
One  can  not  walk  down  any  prominent  street  these 
■  without  encountering  that  species  of  brutal  inter- 
nee with  legitimate  business  defined  as  the  "picket- 
ing system."  It  makes  the  gorge  of  every  man  who 
:hcrishes  the  American  spirit  heave  to  witness  these 
rtitrages.     Even  the  spineless  creatures  who  have  not 

.c  manhood  to  resent  openly  this  gross  violation  of 

:ency  resent  it  inwardly  and  in  private.  Mr.  Rolph 
may  get  a  little  cheap  and  transient  applause  from  or- 
ganized labor  for  permitting  these  things,  but  he  suffers 
immeasurably  in  the  consideration  of  all  who  despise  a 
toady  and  a  coward  and  who  hold  in  contempt  one  who 
shirks  his  duty  to  the  end  that  he  may  find  "popular" 
•'avor.  In  the  end  Mr.  Rolph  will  find  that  such  favor 
as  he  may  get  from  selfish  and  lawless  elements  will 
jiot  compensate  for  loss  of  respect  of  men  who  know- 
Tight  from  wrong  and  who  understand  the  obligations 
which  rest  upon  one  who  has  sworn  to  sustain  the  laws. 


Mr.  Stimson  and  the  Canteen. 
The   question    of   the    army    canteen    is    once    more 
ght  to  the  front  by  Secretary  Stimson's  report  on 
the  manners  and  the  morals  of  the  soldier.     Probably 
-Mr    Stimson  might  just  as   well  hold  his  tongue   for 
all   the  effect  that  his  utterances   will  have  upon  the 
little  group  of  noisy  agitators  whose  persistence  first  se- 
cured  abolition   of   the    canteen   and   whose   unyielding 
prejudices   have    prevented    its    restoration.      But    Mr. 
Stimson,  a,  Secretary  of  War,  is  bound  to  present  the 
facts,  and  it  is  well  that  he  should  do  so  for  the  benefit 
ho  wish  to  know  the  real  causes  of  army 
vice  and  to  lay  the  blame  at  the  right  doors.     And  the 
Maine   very   obviously    lies   at   the  doors   of  those   who 
supposed  that  the  soldier  could  be  discouraged   from 
drinking  by  the  simple  expedient  of  sending  him  from 
the   barracks,   where   he   could   be   supervised   and   re- 
strained,   to   the   infamous  dives   outside  the   barracks, 
when    he  could   be  neither  supervi=ed  nor   restrained. 
That  a  few  pious  women  by  the  mere  force  of  clamor 
should  be  able  to  regulate  the  barrack  life  of  soldiers 
and   to  enforce  their   own   will   against  experience  and 
prudence  is  one  of  the  marvels  of  our  civilization.     If 
it   were  'ess  serious  it  would  be  laughable.     But  it  is 
iff'  able  that  a  small  number  of  "reformers"  should 
I lately  as  a  barrier  between   the   soldier 
rom  the  most  degrading  bodily  ills. 


Mr.  Stimson  tells  us  that  he  has  personally  visited 
forty-nine  of  the  army  posts.  In  every  instance  he 
found  a  nest  of  vile  and  filthy  dives  just  beyond  the 
reservation  gates,  laid  and  baited  as  traps  for  the  dam- 
nation of  the  soldier.  He  found  upon  inquiry  that 
certain  unmentionable  diseases  were  claiming  more 
victims  in  the  American  army  than  all  other  important 
diseases  combined,  more  victims  than  in  any  other 
army  in  civilization.  And  Mr.  Stimson  has  no  doubt 
as  to  the  cause  for  this  cruel  and  abominable  state  of 
things.  He  tells  us  that  it  is  due  to  the  abolition  of  the 
canteen  and  to  the  fact  that  a  maiden-aunt  legislation 
has  driven  the  soldier  into  these  dens  of  iniquity  where 
alcohol  is  the  very  least  of  the  evils  that  await  him.  In 
the  old  days  the  soldier  drank  beer  in  the  army  can- 
teen, and  presumably  it  was  good  beer.  He  had  nei- 
ther the  temptation  nor  the  opportunity  to  drink  to 
excess,  and  still  less  to  debauch  himself.  Left  to  him- 
self and  treated  as  a  human  being,  his  natural  tenden- 
cies would  lead  him  to  do  neither  the  one  nor  the  other. 
And  it  may  be  said  incidentally  that  the  soldier  has  as 
good  a  right  to  drink  a  glass  of  beer  as  to  eat  his 
dinner,  and  as  good  a  right  as  a  woman  has  to  drink  a 
cup  of  tea.  To  say  that  he  shall  not  drink  a  glass  of 
beer  in  barracks  has  no  other  effect  than  to  send  him 
straight  to  the  dives  that  are  thus  invited  to  collect 
around  the  reservation  gates  and  that  are  no  less  than 
miniature  hells  in  the  variety  of  moral  and  physical 
damnation  that  they  dispense. 

Mr.  Stimson  has  said  no  more  than  his  predecessors, 
and  probably  he  has  said  it  just  as  fruitlessly.  It  is 
one  of  the  disheartening  mysteries  of  our  civilization 
that  a  small  organization  of  clamorous  prejudices  and 
ignorances  can  outweigh  in  influence  the  careful  voice 
of  prudent  experience,  and  that  it  is  able  to  coerce  a 
governmental  authority  that  remains  unmoved  alike  by 
demonstrated  fact  and  by  the  warnings  of  knowledge 
and  intelligence.  But  it  is  just  as  well  to  place  upon 
record  that  the  debauchery  of  the  soldier  is  due  far 
less  to  himself  than  to  the  social  pieties  that  are  men- 
tally unable  either  to  see  things  as  they  are  or  to  in- 
terpret them  in  the  light  of  reason. 


Dr.  Butler's  Advice. 

President  Nicholas  Murray  Butler  of  Columbia  Uni- 
versity is  so  safe  and  sane  a  conservative  in  national 
politics  as  to  invest  his  advice  with  an  unusual  weight 
and  authority.  Always  judicial  in  his  temper,  wholly 
free  from  rancor,  and  with  the  broadest  survey  of  con- 
ditions, he  is  one  of  the  few  public  men  of  the  day 
who  know  how  to  think  along  national  rather  than  sec- 
tional lines  and  to  advocate  the  kind  of  progress  that 
brings  no  regrets  in  its  train. 

Dr.  Butler  gave  an  example  of  this  kind  of  advocacy 
in  the  speech  that  he  delivered  recently  before  the 
Commercial  Club  of  Chicago.  With  full  recognition 
that  all  governments  ought  to  be  responsive  to  the  ma- 
tured will  of  the  people  and  that  there  can  be  no  higher 
constitutionalism  than  this,  he  put  forward  certain  pro- 
posals remarkable  alike  for  their  moderation  and  for 
their  promise  of  efficacy.  With  Dr.  Butler's  general 
programme  we  need  not  concern  ourselves  at  the  mo- 
ment. Doubtless  we  shall  hear  more  of  it  in  due  course, 
but  it  contained  one  suggestion  that  should  be  received 
with  quick  applause.  Members  of  the  President's  Cabi- 
net, said  Dr.  Butler,  should  have  seats  on  the  floor  of 
both  houses  of  Congress,  with  the  privileges  of  debate. 

It  is  hard  to  see  either  flaw  or  weakness  in  the  pro- 
posal. Dr.  Butler  does  not  suggest  that  the  President 
shall  choose  his  Cabinet  from  those  who  are  already 
members  of  Congress,  as  is  the  practice  in  England,  but 
that  those  whom  he  does  choose  shall  thereby  be  en- 
titled to  seats  in  Congress.  The  advantages  are  evi- 
dent and  substantial.  The  Cabinet  would  become  a  sort 
of  bridge  between  the  executive  and  the  legislature  and 
the  direct  interpreter  to  Congress  of  the  executive  mind. 
The  executive  would  still  be  the  inspirer  of  legislation, 
but  instead  of  doing  this  as  it  is  now  done  by  ways 
that  are  necessarily  indirect,  sometimes  furtive,  and 
often  ineffective,  it  would  be  done  by  regular  procedure 
and  through  the  direct  and  open  agency  of  Cabinet  of- 
ficers who  would  propose  and  defend  such  measures  as 
might  fall  within  their  respective  departments. 

But  the  change  might  have  a  result  even  more  bene- 
ficial than  this.  It  would  inevitably  raise  the  standard 
of  Cabinet  capacity.  To  head  an  executive  department 
and  to  be  answerable  to  no  one  but  an  overworked 
President  is  one  thing.  To  be  exposed  to  daily  inter- 
pellations by  Congress  is  quite  another.  Under  present 
conditions  almost  any  one  can  at  least  '  '  '    ' 

pacities.    But  nothing  could  be  concea 


light  that  Congress  would  unerringly  direct  upon  a 
Cabinet  officer  in  the  exercise  of  his  executive  func- 
tions. There  would  certainly  be  very  few  arbitrary  de-  ' 
partmental  orders  if  the  Cabinet  officer  concerned  were 
assured  that  he  must  run  the  gauntlet  of  a  congres- 
sional interpellation  within  the  next  twenty-four  hours. 

Dr.  Butler's  suggestions  were,  of  course,  suggestions 
and  nothing  more.  But  certainly  they  were  not  in  the 
nature  of  those  sudden  inspirations  by  which  our  pro- 
gressive friends  believe  they  can  create  a  new  heaven 
and  a  new  earth  overnight.  They  were  based  alike 
on  a  recognition  of  the  necessity  of  progress  and  a 
clear  judgment  of  the  direction  in  which  that  progress 

ought  to  be.  . 

The  Vacant  Post  at  London. 

While  the  American  ambassadorship  at  London  is 
nominally  political  in  character,  and  while  there  are 
involved  in  it  many  routine  political  functions,  its  obli- 
gations are  mainly  of  another  kind.  The  American 
ambassador  at  London  is  the  representative  less  of 
political  than  of  social  interests — less  associated  with 
affairs  of  state  than  with  those  things  which  make  for 
cordial  feeling  and  good  relations  between  the  two  coun- 
tries. There  has  been,  indeed,  at  various  crises,  notably 
during  our  Civil  War,  need  for  political  judgment  and 
initiative;  but  steam  power  and  the  telegraph  have 
brought  the  countries  so  close  together  at  the  point  of 
time  and  facilities  for  intercommunication  that  this 
need  is  hardly  likely  to  occur  again.  In  recent  years 
the  chief  function  of  the  American  ambassador  of  Lon- 
don has  been  to  interpret  America  to  England.  This 
has  called  for  exceptional  qualities — a  good  presence, 
fine  powers  of  expression,  graciousness  of  manner,  and 
the  right  kind  of  domestic  setting.  The  roster  of  our 
ambassadors  to  the  Court  of  St.  James  is  one  of  which 
we  may  well  be  proud.  It  includes  names  of  men  emi- 
nent in  literature,  in  scholarship,  in  law — men  picked 
not  only  for  the  substantial  qualities  but  for  the  merits 
and  graces  of  character. 

The  conditions  of  diplomatic  residence  at  London 
have  made  it  desirable — or  to  seem  desirable — in  recent 
times  that  the  American  ambassador  should  be  a  man 
of  considerable  private  means.  Invited  to  participate 
widely  and  intimately  in  the  court  and  social  life  of 
England,  it  has  been  thought  necessary  that  he  should 
"keep  up  his  end,"  so  to  speak;  and  this  has  called 
for  the  expenditure  of  a  great  deal  of  money.  After 
paying  the  official  salary  (Sl/,500  per  year)  the  govern- 
ment provides  nothing  except  a  rather  shabby  down- 
town office.  The  domestic  establishment  of  the  ambas- 
sador must  be  maintained  at  his  own  cost.  House  rent 
usually  absorbs  the  bulk  of  the  official  income,  and  for 
the  rest — and  under  this  heading  very  much  may  be 
classified — the  ambassador  must  look  to  his  own  re- 
sources. 

Mr.  Reid,  a  man  of  large  private  means  and  of 
social  tastes,  amplified  the  traditions  and  habits  of 
the  post.  His  town  house  has  been  second  to  none 
in  London ;  his  country  place  has  been  sumptuous  as 
that  of  a  hereditary  duke;  his  formal  entertainments 
have  been  many,  elaborate,  and  costly;  his  private 
habits  of  entertainment  have  been  generous,  both  to 
English  people  and  to  visiting  Americans.  All  these 
functions  Mr.  Reid  sustained  after  a  fashion  beyond 
precedent.  How  much  money  he  spent  annually  it 
would  be  impertinent  to  inquire,  that  being  in  a  sense 
his  private  business,  but  it  was  certainly  a  very  great 
sum. 

The  difficulties  of  combining  in  one  man  the  resources 
of  high  personal  character,  fine  individual  accomplish- 
ments, and  great  wealth,  with  the  willingness  to  spend 
freely  and  the  taste  to  spend  gracefully,  make  a  pretty 
serious  problem.  Indeed  it  is  a  problem  so  serious  as 
to  be  almost  impracticable  of  solution.  There  are  quali- 
fied men  in  plenty  without  the  means  for  lavish  ex- 
penditure, and  there  are  rich  men,  more  than  plenty, 
without  the  essential  personal  qualifications.  It  is  an 
open  secret  that  Mr.  Reid  would  gladly  have  been  re- 
lieved three  years  ago  and  that  President  Taft  tried  to 
find  a  man  for  his  place,  but  that  just  the  right  man 
with  the  right  kind  of  resources  could  not  be  secured. 
Mr.  Taft  offered  the  appointment  to  ex-President  Eliot 
of  Harvard  College  who  declined  it,  nominally  on  the 
score  of  its  onerous  duties,  but  actually  because  he  was 
not  able  to  maintain  a  social  state  comparable  with  that 
of  others  who  have  held  the  post  in  recent  years. 

Beyond  question  the  English  have  been  pleased  with 

the  general  magnificence  of  Mr.  Reid's  establishment. 

It  has  helped  to  maintain  the  gayeties  of  court  life. 

t~rmts  a^d  the  poltti*  '1  elements  have  enjoved 


December  28,  1912. 


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profited  by  the  social  activites  he  has  helped  to  pro- 
mote. Your  Englishman  of  every  rank  and  grade 
dearly  loves  a  rich  man  and  admires  a  parade  of  costly 
magnificence.  Even  the  king  on  the  throne  likes  it  as 
a  species  of  tribute  to  the  dignities  of  his  court  and  his 
nation. 

But  after  all,  the  American  ambassador  at  London  is 
commissioned  to  represent  this  country,  rather  than  to 
imitate  the  style  of  ducal  life  in  England.  Regarding 
the  matter  from  all  points  of  view,  it  is,  we  think,  dis- 
tinctly better  that  the  style  of  the  American  embassy 
should  reflect  the  Americans  rather  than  British  do- 
mestic manners.  Custom  and  expediency,  as  well  as 
tradition,  require  our  Presidents  to  live  by  our  own 
standards.  And  we  think  the  rule  should  apply  to  our 
domestic  establishments  in  foreign  countries.  The 
other  course,  as  we  have  already  seen,  practically  limits 
the  higher  ambassadorships  to  very  rich  men.  And 
very  rich  men  as  a  rule  lack  the  essential  literary  and 
social  qualifications. 

We  think  a  time  has  come  when  the  best  possible 
representative  of  the  United  States  at  the  British  court 
would  be  a  man  distinguished  rather  for  character  and 
talents  than  for  wealth.  We  think  a  man  like  Dr.  Eliot 
or  Dr.  Butler,  capable  of  carrying  himself  with  distinc- 
tion on  the  score  of  his  personal  qualities,  a  more  suit- 
able ambassador  than  some  man  solely  or  chiefly  notable 
for  the  extent  of  his  possessions  and  his  readiness  to 
spend  freely.  We  hope  Mr.  Wilson  will  take  this  view 
of  it — that  he  will  send  to  London  the  most  eminently 
fit  man  he  can  find,  and  preferably  one  who  will  live  in 
a  manner  so  relatively  simple  as  to  illustrate  the  social 
practice  of  a  country  where  there  are  no  royalties,  no 
aristocracy,  no  enforced  practices  which  serve  as  an 
embarrassment  to  moderate  means  and. to  democratic 
standards  of  life.  , 

Mr.  Glavis  on  Trial. 

Mr.  Louis  R.  Glavis  seems  fated  to  play  more  than 
one  role  on  the  little  stage  allotted  to  him  by  destiny.  A 
year  or  two  ago  the  progressives  of  the  country  were 
fitting  him  with  a  martyr's  halo  for  the  part  that  he 
played  in  the  persecution  of  Mr.  Ballinger  and  the  result 
of  his  insubordination  upon  his  own  fortunes.  A  place 
was  found  for  Mr.  Glavis  as  secretary  of  the  California 
Conservation  Commission,  where  he  could  bask  in  the 
approving  glances  of  Brother  Pardee  and  even  join  the 
inner  circle  of  the  progressive  elect,  who  were  already 
scenting  the  battle  from  afar  and  buckling  on  the  armor 
of  faith  for  the  great  day  of  Armageddon.  Mr.  Glavis 
seemed  at  last  to  have  reached  port.  All  he  had  to  do 
was  his  work,  and  so  long  as  he  took  care  to  applaud 
at  the  right  time,  to  spell  "people"  with  a  capital  P,  and 
to  go  through  the  correct  progressive  genuflexions, 
there  was  no  reason  why  his  job  should  not  last  as  long 
as  the  party  itself. 

But  what  a  change  was  foreshadowed  by  the  pro- 
ceedings in  the  governor's  office  on  December  21.  It  is 
not  given  to  the  profane  to  know  what  actually  tran- 
spired on  that  occasion,  since  only  the  elect  were 
present.  But  we  know  enough.  We  know  that  Mr. 
Glavis  was  charged  by  Surveyor-General  Kingsbury 
with  undue  activity  on  behalf  of  certain  large  lumber 
companies,  whose  claims,  through  his  mediation,  had 
been  unfairly  listed  at  Washington  in  advance  of  those 
that  should  have  received  prior  consideration.  More- 
over, he  is  said  to  have  recommended  the  appointment 
of  some  of  these  favored  lumber  men  as  delegates  to 
the  Conservation  Congress.  If  Mr.  Glavis  has  actually 
fallen  from  grace  his  fall  was  a  grievous  one. 

There  will  be  no  disposition  to  prejudge  the  case.  It 
is  true  that  Mr.  Glavis  barked  at  the  heels  of  Mr.  Bal- 
linger, that  he  accused  him  of  doing  upon  a  large  scale 
what  he  himself  is  now  charged  with  doing  upon  a 
petty  one,  that  the  so-called  case  against  Mr.  Ballinger 
was  maliciously  prejudiced,  that  it  was  tried  by  the 
mob  and  decided  by  lynch  law,  but  there  will  be  no 
wish  to  imitate  that  evil  example.  Indeed  there  will  be 
a  general  hope  that  Mr.  Glavis  is  innocent  and  that  he 
may  even  profit  from  a  painful  experience  of  a  slan- 
derous charge.  In  that  event  he  may  realize  something 
of  what  he  himself  inflicted  upon  Mr.  Ballinger  under 
precisely  similar  circumstances  and  with  all  the  envious 
venom  that  small  men  usually  show  toward  large  ones. 

Mr.  Glavis  may  be  wholly  innocent  of  any  wrong  in- 
tent, but  his  career  shows  plainly  enough  that  he  has 
the  kind  of  temperament  easily  flattered  into  submission 
by  strong  men  who  know  exactly  what  they  want. 
There  is  a  kind  of  public  servant  who  can  not  be 
bribed  by  incalculable  gold,  but  who  becomes  captive  in 
a  moment  to  a  smile,  a  handshake,  a  cigar,  or  a  dinner, 


whose  whole  attitude  is  one  of  mental  servility  to 
strength  and  resolution.  The  lot  of  such  is  a  hard  one. 
They  are  led  imperceptibly  and  unconsciously  into 
wrongdoing  and  they  draw  no  pay  for  it.  A  certain 
spineless  subservience  leads  them  into  shady  paths,  and 
without  even  the  gambler's  chance  of  profit.  Mr.  Glavis 
belongs  evidently  to  the  category  of  essentially  weak 
men  who  can  be  patted  and  pressed  into  any  desired 
shape.  He  may  be  absolutely  innocent  of  the  present 
charge,  but  he  is  not  the  right  man  to  regulate  the  rival 
claims  of  great  interests.  He  is  too  plastic,  too  mal- 
leable, too  insignificant. 


The  New  Canadian  Warships. 

The  announcement  that  Canada  will  make  a  present 
to  the  British  navy  of  three  superdreadnoughts  will 
doubtless  thrill  the  empire  with  a  spasm  of  patriotic 
pride.  It  will  be  remembered  that  Australia  and  New 
Zealand  made  a  substantial  contribution  to  the  British 
navy  some  three  years  ago,  and  it  is  now  said  that 
some  of  the  native  princes  of  India  intend  to  demon- 
strate their  loyalty  in  the  same  way.  It  is  certainly  a 
surprising  evidence  of  imperial  unity,  and  those  who 
know  of  no  other  standard  by  which  to  measure  the 
strength  of  a  nation  are  entitled  to  throw  up  their  hats 
and  to  sing  whatever  patriotic  hosannahs  may  seem 
appropriate. 

But  there  are  other  considerations  evident  enough  to 
those  whose  minds  run  on  the  broad  gauge.  Will  these 
new  ships  actually  give  to  Great  Britain  the  naval  dom- 
inance that  they  seem  to  imply?  In  other  words,  will 
they  change  the  relative  strength  of  the  sea  forces  of 
England  and  Germany?  For  this  is  entirely  a  matter 
of  relativity,  and  it  is  entirely  a  matter  of  Germany, 
since  England  has  no  eye  for  any  other  country.  Some 
months  ago  Mr.  Winston  Churchill  stated  with  a  cer- 
tain deadly  precision  what  England  would  answer  in 
the  way  of  shipbuilding  to  every  similar  move  made  by 
Germany.  It  is  now  announced  that  these  Canadian 
ships  will  be  considered  as  additional  to  the  programme 
then  outlined,  that  is  to  say,  as  additional  to  what  the 
naval  authorities  considered  to  be  the  margin  of  safety. 
It  is  now  for  Germany  to  say  what  she  intends  to  do, 
and  we  know  in  advance  what  that  will  be.  She  may 
not  be  able  to  keep  pace  with  these  new  developments, 
but  it  is  certain  that  she  must  strain  some  additional 
nerve,  she  must  do  something  more  than  she  previously 
intended.  And  so  the  unholy  race  goes  on  and  is  likely 
to  go  on  until  the  last  straw  plays  its  proverbial  part. 

It  seems  incredibly  stupid,  a  direct  denial  of  the  in- 
telligence, not  to  say  of  the  morality,  that  is  supposed 
to  distinguish  the  age.  It  is  so  stupid  and  so  immoral 
because  the  rational  remedy  is  so  immediately  in  sight 
If  there  were  a  precisely  similar  rivalry  between  two 
railroads  or  two  chimney  sweepers  it  would  be  settled 
in  ten  minutes  by  an  agreement  that  would  assign  a 
stated  activity  to  each  of  the  parties.  If  two  corpora- 
tions were  to  engage  in  so  insane  a  competition  the 
shareholders  would  sweep  the  directors  out  of  their  seats. 
But  a  policy  that  would  be  regarded  as  congenital  idiocy 
on  the  part  of  individuals  or  companies  becomes 
sublime  patriotism  when  pursued  by  a  nation,  which 
seems  to  justify  the  advice  of  Lord  Chesterfield  to  his 
son  to  go  forth  and  see  with  what  little  wisdom  this 
world  is  governed. 

Editorial  Notes. 

Mr.  Taft's  determination  to  leave  vacant  the  diplo- 
matic post  at  London  during  the  remaining  few  weeks 
of  his  administration  exhibits  a  fine  sense  of  propriety. 
There  is  now  pending  between  this  country  and  Great 
Britain  an  important  issue  growing  out  of  different  in- 
terpretations of  a  treaty.  Our  government — wrongly, 
we  think — claims  the  right  under  the  existing  treaty 
to  exempt  coastwise  American  ships  from  charges  for 
the  use  of  the  Isthmian  Canal.  The  British  govern- 
ment, reading  the  treaty  another  way,  protests  against 
this  exemption.  Anybody  appointed  now  to  succeed 
Mr.  Reid  must  of  course  represent  Mr.  Taft's  views 
with  respect  to  the  Isthmian  question,  therefore  empha- 
sizing a  contention  which  may  be  put  on  a  wholly  dif- 
ferent basis  with  the  incoming  of  the  new  President. 
Obviously  the  right  thing  now,  since  there  is  not  time 
to  thresh  the  matter  out  between  now  and  the  4th  of 
March,  is  to  put  the  negotiation  over  for  Mr.  Wilson. 
And  it  will  be  in  much  better  shape  for  him  with  the 
ambassadorship  vacant  than  it  would  be  if  it  were  held 
by  a  man  personally  committed  to  views  and  policies 
with  which  President  Wilson  may  not  be  in  sympathy. 


This  incident  illustrates  one  of  the  practical  defects 


of  our  system.  Each  incoming  President  takes  up 
issues  like  that  now  pending  with  Great  Britain  from 
his  own  standpoint — naturally  so,  and  in  our  na- 
tional view  of  things,  properly  so.  But  the  effect 
upon  nations  with  which  we  have  to  deal  is  mystifying. 
They  find  it  difficult  to  understand  why  American 
policy  should  look  one  way  in  February  and  another  way 
in  March.  Under  European  systems  foreign  policies  of 
government  are  relatively  independent  of  particular  men, 
whereas  with  us  they  rest  almost  wholly  upon  the  par- 
ticular men  who  chance  to  be  in  executive  authority. 
While  there  are  few,  we  fancy,  who  would  be  willing 
to  have  the  system  so  changed  as  to  require  an  in- 
coming President  to  accept  a  policy  with  respect  to  any 
particular  issue  established  by  his  predecessor,  it  is 
nevertheless  unfortunate  that  the  system  works  some 
confusions  and  proceeds  oftentimes  by  anomalous  pro- 
cesses. In  foreign  dealings  continuity  of  purpose  is  de- 
sirable in  so  far  as  it  may  be  secured,  and  this  con- 
sideration is  among  the  effective  arguments  for  exten- 
sion of  the  constitutional  term  of  the  President  from 
four  to  six  years,  as  has  been  proposed.  Even  the  six- 
year  term  would  be  inadequate  for  carrying  forward 
upon  definite  and  consistent  lines  many  issues  which 
must  arise  from  time  to  time.  For  good  or  ill  our 
foreign  policies  must  always  be  subject  to  the  embar- 
rassments involved  in  changes  of  the  administration  of 
the  government.  

The  Progressive  fraternity  might  do  worse  than  pon- 
der on  Mr.  Brand  Whitlock's  praise  of  municipal  gov- 
ernment in  Germany,  which,  as  we  all  know,  is  an 
effete  monarchy  where  the  blessings  of  the  initiative 
and  the  recall  are  unknown.  Writing  from  Berlin,  Mr. 
Whitlock  says: 

I  have  been  bewildered  by  the  thoroughness  of  everything. 
*  *  *  Everywhere  I  have  encountered  burgomasters  and 
town  councillors  with  whom  the  science  of  municipal  govern- 
ment is  not  a  political  opportunity  or  a  passing  occupation, 
but  a  profession  which  they  have  practiced  for  years,  and 
intend  to  practice  all  their  lives.  Everywhere  I  have  found 
the  city  in  possession  of  what  belongs  to  the  city. 

It  would  seem  that  the  cities  of  Germany  have  suc- 
ceeded in  getting  good  democratic  government  without 
any  of  the  quackeries  foisted  upon  us  as  essentials  by 
Progressivism  here.  The  explanation  is  a  simple  one. 
The  German  city  demands  that  its  officials  shall  be 
competent.  It  exacts  the  same  qualifications  from  its 
servants  that  the  private  citizen  expects  from  his  banker 
or  his  lawyer.  But  nothing  startles  the  Progressive  so 
much  as  a  suggested  reliance  upon  the  good  sense  of 
the  citizen  when  he  casts  his  vote.  In  the  eyes  of  the 
Progressive  there  is  no  such  heresy  as  this.  His  whole 
conception  of  statecraft  is  a  multiplication  of  mounte- 
bank devices  that  shall  take  the  place  of  electoral  intel- 
ligence. 


One  spot  in  Japan,  shunned  by  all,  is  the  "Pool  of 
Tears,"  a  little  pond  on  the  execution  ground  of  an 
old  prison  at  Tokyo.  It  never  dries,  and  even  the  hot- 
test weather  seems  to  have  little  effect  upon  it.  Since 
the  removal  of  the  prison  no  buildings  have  been 
erected  on  the  site,  occupying  the  brow  of  a  hill.  By 
night  it  is  supposed  to  be  haunted  by  the  ghosts  of  the 
many  prison  victims,  and  no  person,  it  is  related,  is 
bold  enough  to  venture  that  way  after  dark.  In  the 
daytime  the  hill  is  the  resort  of  students  who  seek  fresh 

air  and  exercise. 

^t» 

Voters  of  Tennessee  who  are  unable  to  read  or  write 
are  sufficiently  strong  numerically  to  nominate  and  elect 
for  governor  a  man  who  could  not  tell  one  letter  from 
another,  were  they  united  for  that  purpose.  According 
to  careful  statistics  there  are  practically  4S.000  grown 
white  voters  in  the  state  in  this  deplorable  condition, 
while  it  is  estimated  there  are  fully  that  many  negroes 
equally  unfortunate.  Of  the  total  population  there  are 
221.071  over  the  age  of  ten  years,  black  and  white 
combined,  unable  to  read  or  write. 

■  ■■    

Nature  is  kind  in  Ecuador.  When  a  native  wants  a 
blanket  he  goes  to  a  demajagua  tree  and  cuts  from  it 
a  strip  of  peculiarly  soft,  thick  bark,  five  or  six  feet 
long.  This  is  dampened  and  beaten  until  the  flexibility 
of  the  sheet  is  much  increased.  The  rough,  gray  ex- 
terior is  next  peeled  off  and  the  sheet  dried  in  the  sun. 
The  result  is  a  blanket,  soft,  light,  and  fairly  warm,  of 
an  attractive  cream  color.  It  may  be  rolled  into  a  com 
pact  bundle  without  hurt,  and  with  ordinary  usage  will 
last  for  several  vears. 


Edward  W.  Townsend,  once  famous  as  the  author  of 
"Chimmie  Fadden,"  and  now  a  representative  in  Con- 
gress from  New  Jersey,  makes  his  bid  for  distinction 
in  the  field  of  statesmanship  by  a  suggestion  to  Speaker 
Clark — which  the  Speaker  promises  to  adopt — that  the 
complimentary  "Mr."  be  omitted  in  roll-calK  thus 
saving,  as  Mr.  Townsend  figures  it. 
time  annuallv. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


December  28,  1912. 


THE  COSMOPOLITAN. 


It  would  be  interesting  to  know  if  the  boy  scout  movement 
is  to  be  counted  among  those  evidences  of  the  era  of  inter- 
national peace  which  is  now  said  to  be  advancing,  not  inap- 
propriately, with  drums  beating  and  with  flags  flying.  The 
boy  scout  movement,  having  taken  root  somewhat  deeply  in 
England  and  America,  has  now  made  its  appearance  in 
France.  A  preliminary  enlistment  of  five  hundred  boys  has 
just  been  received  in  Paris,  to  the  delight  of  the  populace 
and  to  the  frank  enthusiasm  of  the  military  authorities. 
General  Noix  made  the  congratulatory  address  and  assured 
his  youthful  auditors  that  they  were  the  hope  of  the  country, 
which  must  have  been  quite  surprising  to  the  little  group  of 
schoolboys.  General  Noix  reminded  them  that  he  himself  had 
been  through  the  bitter  hours  of  defeat  and  that  it  was  a 
pleasure  to  him  to  think  that  they  would  atone  for  the  past. 
Thus  is  the  young  idea  taught  how  to  shoot,  and  boys  who 
should  be  thinking  of  their  games  and  of  their  studies  are 
inflamed  with  ideas  of  international  enmities  and  inspired  with 
ideals  of  revenge.  That  militarism  all  over  the  world  should 
applaud  the  boy  scout  movement  is  natural  enough,  but  that 
the  public  mind  should  be  capable  of  so  extraordinary  a  warp 
as  to  be  persuaded  that  the  movement  is  in  some  sense 
ethical,  even  religious,  is  one  of  those  phenomena  to  which 
the   peace   party    might   well   give    its   attention. 


The  financial  authorities  of  Italy  assure  us  that  the  country 
has  emerged  from  the  Turkish  war  in  a  very  satisfactory 
condition.  That,  of  course,  is  very  nice,  although  we  may 
be  permitted  to  wonder  what  constitutes  a  satisfactory  condi- 
tion from  the  standpoint  of  the  national  financier.  Apparently 
nothing  more  than  a  surplus  is  needed  to  this  end.  The 
misery  of  the  people  from  whom  the  surplus  is  squeezed  does 
not  matter  at  all.  Now  the  war  is  said  to  have  cost  $150,- 
000,000,  although  it  must  actually  have  cost  vastly  more  than 
this.  The  sum  is  a  very  large  one  for  the  poverty-stricken 
people  of  Italy,  who  must  now  face  the  paralysis  of  trade 
and  the  stagnation  of  industry.  The  development  of  Tripoli 
and  its  protection  from  the  Arabs  will  be  costly,  and  among 
other  incidentals  is  an  increased  annual  estimate  of  $51,000,000 
for  the  navy.  If  there  is  anything  satisfactory  in  such  a 
slate  of  affairs  it  is  visible  only  to  the  financier  who  has  the 
happy  gift  of  confusing  a  treasury  surplus  with  national 
prosperity.  To  the  unfinancial  mind  it  would  seem  that  pros- 
perity is  to  be  measured  not  by  what  people  have  paid,  but 
by  what  they  still  have,  and  measured  by  such"  a  gauge  as 
this,  there  seems  to  be  small  ground  for  congratulation  in 
the   financial   condition  of  Italy. 


An  announcement  from  London  warns  us  of  an  approaching 
sale  of  art  treasures  that  will  be  one  of  the  ''most  sensational" 
upon  record.  A  vast  amount  of  Chinese  art  treasures  looted 
by  white  men  from  the  imperial  palace  at  the  time  of  the 
Boxer  trouble  will  be  offered  for  sale.  No  one  can  compute 
the  value  of  this  treasure.  It  can  only  be  described,  we  are 
told,  as  fabulous.  Now  the  first  reflection  that  occurs  to  the 
unsophisticated  mind  is  that  here  is  a  clear  case  for  the 
police.  This  treasure  was  avowedly  stolen.  That  it  was  so 
stolen  is  openly  announced  as  a  guaranty  of  its  value.  Prob- 
ably it  is  now  impossible  to  arrest  the  thieves,  but  most 
civilized  countries  regard  the  receivers  of  stolen  property  as 
criminals,  and  the  receivers  of  this  particular  stolen  property 
are  announcing  the  fact  and  proclaiming  their  own  identity. 
Why,  then,  are  they  not  arrested,  unless  on  the  interesting 
iheory  that  the  Ten  Commandments  need  not  be  observed 
toward  Chinamen?  We  may  wonder  what  would  happen  if 
the  Chinese  government  should  ask  for  criminal  proceedings 
against  those  in  possession  of  its  property,  but  probably  the 
Chinaman  is  too  much  of  a  gentleman  to  do  such  a  thing  as 
that.  There  is  now  a  further  opportunity  for  the  English 
bard  who  wrote: 

Proclaim  it,  O   proclaim  it, 

To   Afghan   and   Zulu, 
This   is   the    way   we    Christianize 

And  teach  'em  who  is  who. 

We  may  now  adapt  his  stately  measure  to  the  public  sale 
of  stolen  property.  

A  missionary  states  his  conviction  that  the  Chinese  re- 
public can  not  continue  unless  the  people  are  converted  to 
Christianity.  To  convert  the  white  men  to  Christianity  might 
be  an  even  greater  service  to  the  Chinese  republic. 


We  arc  hearing  a  good  deal  about  the  ill-treatment  of  the 
Koreans  by  the  Japanese.  The  witnesses  have  testified  to 
"every  torture  conceivable";  but  some  of  them,  unfortunately 
for  their  own  cause,  have  testified  also  to  tortures  that  are 
inconceivable.  Thus  we  find  one  of  these  witnesses  asserting 
that  he  had  been  suspended  by  the  hair  until  his  scalp  was 
torn  off.  which  was  a  most  elective  and  blood-curdling  piece 
of  evidence  until  it  occurred  to  some  doubting  Thomas  to  look 
at  the  witness's  head  and  to  remark  that  his  scalp  must  have 
grown  again  with  remarkable  rapidity,  since  there  was  no 
sign   of   injury.  

A  Constantinople  correspondent  of  a  London  newspaper  ex- 
plain-, ill.-  demoralization  of  the  Turkish  military  spirit.     It  is 
due  to  the   Young  Turks  and   their  democracy,  and  while  this 
was   evident    enough    in    the    main,    the   precise    manner   of   its 
workin      is    interestingly    sel     forth.     In    the    first    place    the 
Turkish    soldier    was    exhorted    to    think    mure    of    his   country 
Mid  its  brummagem  constitution  than  of  his  religion.     He  was 
warned  against  thi    superstition  of  believing  that  he  would  pass 
straight    From   thi    field  of  battle  into  paradise,  which  must  be 
quite    a    COMfortablc    creed     to     hold    under    the    eireumstances. 
The  customary  bugle  calls  which  announced  the  hour  of  prayer 
were  abolished  and  the  old  fashioned  commanders,  who  could 
'i.       Koran    and    who    were    the    fathers    of    their    men, 
innuated    in    favor    <-f    smart    young   officers   who 
ir  hi   their  own   faith  and  believed  in   nothing  but 


artillery.  Now  there  are  only  two  kinds  of  men  who  fight 
with  the  fury  of  a  perfect  courage.  First  comes  the  religious 
fanatic,  and  second  to  him  is  the  man  without  any  religion 
at  all.  So  long  as  the  Turk  believed  that  death  on  the  battle- 
field was  the  most  certain  passport  to  heavenly  g>ory  he  was 
irresistible,  as  all  men  must  be  who  would  rather  die  than 
li\  e.  But  the  Turkish  soldier  is  not  so  certain  about  the 
heavenly  glory  as  he  used  to  be,  and  consequently  he  would 
rather  live  than  die.  Moreover,  patriotism  has  no  meaning 
for  him,  seeing  that  he  is  naturally  a  nomad  and  attaches  no 
ideas  of  sanctity  to  geographical  areas.  The  democracy  of 
the  Young  Turks  has  therefore  taken  from  him  his  religion, 
which  he  did  understand,  and  in  its  place  he  has  been  given 
a  patriotism  which  he  does  not  understand  and  a  vote  which 
he  abhors  and  despises.     Hence  these  tears. 


It  appears  that  the  English  dramatic  censor  is  empowered 
to  interfere  not  only  with  the  words  of  a  play,  but  also  with 
the  costumes  and  make-up.  Mr.  George  Gray,  who  is  respon- 
sible for  the  presentation  of  "The  People's  King"  at  the 
Chelsea  Palace  in  London,  has  received  a  notification  from 
the  censor  that  some  of  his  characters  have  a  facial  resem- 
blance to  certain  cabinet  ministers  and  that  they  must  change 
that  resemblance  without  delay.  The  censor  assumes  that  the 
likeness  is  the  result  of  art  and  not  of  nature,  but  the  order 
would  be  distinctly  hard  upon  an  actor  who  had  the  misfor- 
tune actually  to  resemble  one  of  the  politically  exalted.  It  is 
one  of  the  conditions  of  the  dramatic  license  in  England  that 
no  representation  shall  be  given  of  a  living  political  per- 
sonage.   

Sir  Sidney  Lee,  of  whom  we  have  heard  a  good  deal  lately, 
asks  us  to  pity  the  sorrows  of  a  poor  editor  whose  space  is 
limited  and  whose  contributors  are  eloquent.  It  will  be  re- 
membered that  Sir  Sidney  Lee  is  the  editor  of  the  "Dictionary 
of  National  Biography"  and  that  he  has  only  lately  emerged 
— if  he  has  emerged — from  hot  water  because  of  the  way  he 
handled  the  life  of  King  Edward.  Sir  Sidney  now  implores 
his  contributors  to  remember  that  there  are  some  things  that 
all  well-written  biographies  must  take  for  granted.  Let  it  be 
assumed,  he  says,  that  all  public  characters  have  the  usual 
and  normal  virtues  of  a  son,  husband,  or  father.  It  need  not 
be  stated,  because  we  are  all  ready,  even  eager,  to  believe  it. 
Their  domestic  relations  are,  of  course,  all  that  they  should 
be.  They  always  are.  Let  it  be  taken  as  read.  If  the  sub- 
ject of  the  biography  is  a  professional  man  he  does  his  work 
efficiently.  If  he  is  a  scholar  or  a  professor  he  is  shy  in 
general  society,  although  he  can  be  quite  human  among  his 
associates.  This  is  always  true  of  scholars  and  professors. 
It  goes  with  the  uniform,  and  it,  too,  may  be  taken  for  granted. 
Sir  Sidney  Lee  says  he  is  not  at  liberty  to  disclose  how  often 
these  profound  revelations  have  been  offered  to  him  under 
the  guise  of  biography,  but  they  have  been  inexorably  turned 
down.  

Mrs.  Marguerite  Roby,  whose  African  travels  have  attracted 
so  much  attention,  seems  to  have  stirred  up  a  veritable  hor- 
nets' nest  by  her  comments  on  the  Congo  missionaries.  But 
the  lady  is  unafraid.  She  returns  to  the  attack  and  makes  her 
charges  all  over  again,  and  with  the  distinct  advantage  of 
having  been  to  the  Congo,  whereas  her  critics  have  not.  She 
says  that  in  nine  cases  out  of  ten  the  mission  boy  is  a  much 
greater  scamp  than  his  unregenerate  brother,  that  the  average 
missionary  in  the  Kasai  district  has  a  very  good  time,  and 
that  he  lives  well  is  well  looked  after,  "since  the  natives  have 
to  work  for  the  mission  for  about  twelve  months,  on  very 
meagre  pay,  before  they  can  be  baptized  into  the  Christian 
church."  Mrs.  Roby  then  carries  the  war  into  the  enemies' 
camp  by  asserting  that  "the  three  largest  missions  which  I 
visited  on  this  journey  are  at  the  present  time  petitioning 
the  Belgian  government  to  be  allowed  to  use  the  chicotte  (a 
whip  of  hippo  hide)  upon  their  converts ;  and  I  have  been  in- 
formed by  leading  missionaries  that  they  are  strongly  in  favor 
of  that  'forced  labor'  about  which  we  have  heard  so  much." 


OLD    FAVORITES. 


When  Mme.  de  Thebes  of  Paris  foretold  the  assassination 
of  King  Humbert  she  established  her  reputation  for  all  time 
as  a  seeress.  Thenceforth  the  voice  of  skepticism  could 
always  be  silenced  by  the  reminder,  "But  she  foretold  the 
assassination  of  King  Humbert."  This  one  fact — if  it  be  a 
fact — outweighs  easily  a  hundred  false  predictions,  and  will 
doubtless  continue  to  outweigh  them  until  credulity  is  a  thing 
of  the  past,  which  will  not  be  this  week.  For  this  reason  the 
predictions  of  Mme.  de  Thebes  are  cabled  all  over  the  world, 
and  our  own  Sunday  supplements  consider  that  they  are  worth 
a  yearly  broadside  just  when  the  new  year  is  beginning  to  be 
looked  upon  at  close  quarters.  Th'e  Austrian  emperor  will 
die  in  1913,  according  to  Mme.  de  Thebes.  So  will  the  King 
of  England.  Also  the  Pope.  Abdul  Hamid  will  return  to  the 
throne  of  Turkey  and  there  will  be  a  great  revolution  in 
Russia,  a  warlike  disaster  to  Germany,  and  a  naval  crisis  in 
England.  So  the  lady's  reputation  is  fairly  safe,  because  the 
Emperor  of  Austria  is  eighty-three  and  the  Pope  is  seventy- 
eight.  If  either  should  die  during  the  coming  year  the  de- 
fenders of  madame  will  be  able  to  point  triumphantly  to  the 
fact  and  so  intensify  a  fame  that  was  first  won  through  the 
lucky  guess  about  King  Humbert.  Sidney  G.  P.  Coryn. 


The  comprador  is  an  important  factor  in  the  treaty 
ports  of  China.  Many  large  foreign  firms  are  engaged 
in  the  import  and  export  trade  at  these  ports,  and  each 
employs  a  comprador,  a  wealthy  Chinese,  whose  busi- 
ness it  is  to  keep  himself  acquainted  with  the  Chinese 
merchants  in  the  various  lines  of  trade  in  which  his 
house  is  interested,  in  Tientsin,  Peking,  and  the  other 
cities  of  North  China.  He  receives  a  commission- on 
all  that  he  huys  or  sells  for  the  firm.  In  return,  if 
credit  be  given  to  any  Chinese  shop  or  firm,  the  com- 
prador  guarantees  the  obligation,  and  if  the  shopkeeper 
does  not  pay  at  the  appointed  time  he  must  pay  out  of 
his  own  pocket. 


Robin  Hood  and  Allen-a-Dale. 
Come  listen  to  me,  you  gallants  so  free, 

All  you  that  love  mirth   for  to  hear, 
And  I  will  tell  you  of  a  bold  outlaw, 

That  lived  in  Nottinghamshire. 

As   Robin  Hood   in  the   forest  stood, 

All   under   the  greenwood   tree, 
There  was  he  aware  of  a  brave  young  man. 

As  fine  as  fine  might  be. 

The  youngster  was  clad  in  scarlet  red, 

In  scarlet  fine   and  gay; 
And  he  did  frisk  it  over  the  plain. 

And  chanted  a  roundelay. 

As  Robin  Hood  next  morning  stood 

Amongst  the  leaves  so   gay, 
There  did  he  espy  the  same  young  man 

Come  drooping  along  the  way. 

The  scarlet  he  wore  the  day  before 

It  was  clean  cast  away ; 
And  at  every  step  he  fetched  a  sigh, 

"Alas  !  and  well-a-day  !" 

Then  stepped  forth   brave   Little  John, 

And  Midge,  the  miller's  son  ; 
Which  made  the  young  man  bend  his  bow 

When  as  he  see  them  come. 

"Stand  off !  stand  off !"  the  young  man  said, 

"What   is   your   will   with   me?" 
"You  must  come  before  our  master  straight, 

Under  yon  greenwood  tree." 

And  when  he  came  bold  Robin  before, 

Robin  asked  him  courteously, 
"O,   hast  thou  any  money  to   spare, 

For  my  merry  men  and  me?" 

"I   have  no   money,"  the  young  man  said, 

"But  five  shillings  and  a  ring; 
And  that   I   have   kept  these   seven  long  years, 

To  have  at  my  wedding. 

"\esterday  I  should  have  married  a  maid, 

But  she  was  from  me  ta'en, 
And  chosen  to  be  an  old  knight's  delight, 

Whereby  m}'  poor  heart  is  slain." 

"What  is  thy  name?"  then  said  Robin  Hood, 

"Come  tell  me,  without  any  fail." 
"By  the   faith   of  my  body,"   then  said   the  young  man. 

"My  name  it  is  Allen-a-Dale." 

"What  wilt  thou  give  me,"  said  Robin   Hood, 

"In  ready  gold  or  fee, 
To  help  thee  to  thy  true-love  again, 

And  deliver  her  unto  thee?" 

"I    have    no    money,"    then    quoth    the    young   man, 

"No   ready  gold  nor  fee, 
But  I  will  swear  upon  a  book 

Thy  true  servant  for  to  be." 

"How  many  miles  is  it  to  thy  true-love? 

Come  tell  me  without  guile." 
"By  the  faith  of  my  body,"  then  said  the  young  man, 

"It  is  but  five  little  mile." 

Then  Robin  he  hasted  over  the  plain  ; 

He  did  neither  stint  nor  lin, 
Until  he  came  unto  the  church 

Where  Allen  should  keep  his  weddin'. 

"What   dost   thou   here?"   the   bishop    then   said; 

"I  prithee  now  tell  unto  me." 
"I  am  a  bold  harper,"  quoth   Robin  Hood, 

"And  the   best   in   the   north   country." 

"Oh  welcome,   oh   welcome,"   the  bishop   he   said ; 

"That    music   best   pleaseth    me." 
"You   shall  have   no   music,"   quoth   Robin   Hood, 

"Till  the  bride  and  the  bridegroom  I  see." 

With  that  came  in  a  wealthy  knight, 

Which   was   both   grave   and   old ; 
And   after  him   a  finikin  lass, 

Did  shine  like  glistering  gold. 

"This  is  no  fit  match,"  quoth   Robin   Hood, 

"That  you  do  seem  to  make  here  ; 
For  since  we  are  come  into  the  church, 

The  bride  shall   chuse   her   own   dear." 

Then   Robin  Hood  put  his  horn  to  his  mouth, 

And   blew   blasts   two   or   three ; 
When  four-and-twenty  yeomen  bold 

Came   leaping  over   the  lea. 

And  when  they  came  into  the  church-yard, 

Marching  all  in  a  row, 
The  first  man  was  Allen-a-Dale, 

To  give  bold  Robin  his  bow. 

"This  is  thy  true  love,"  Robin  he  said, 

"Young  Allen,   as  I  hear  say: 
And  you  shall  be  married  at  this  same  time, 

Before  we  depart  away." 

"That  shall  not  be,"  the  bishop  he  cried, 

"For   thy  word  it  shall  not  stand  ; 
They  shall  be  three  times  asked  in  the  church, 

As  the  law  is  of  our  land." 

Robin   Hood   pulled   off  the   bishop's   coat, 

And  put  it  upon   Little  John  ; 
"By  the  faith  of  my  body,""  then  Robin  said, 

"This  cloth  doth  make  thee  a  man." 

When  Little  John  went  into  the  quire, 

The  people  began  to  laugh  ; 
He   asked   them   seven   times   into   church, 

Lest  three  times  should  not  be  enough. 

"Who   gives   me   this   maid  ?"    then   said    Little  John  ; 

Quoth  Robin  Hood,  "That  do  I ; 
And  he  that  takes  her  from  Allen-a-Dale, 

Full  dearly  he  shall  her  buy." 

And  then   having  ended  this  merry  wedding, 

The  bride  looked  as  fresh  as  a  queen  ; 
And  so   they  returned  to  the  merry  greenwood, 

Amongst  the  leaves  so  green.  — Unknown. 

Even  Louisiana  is  possessed  of  mineral  wealth  to  an 
extent  that  makes  its  products  of  this  kind  amount 
yearly  to  thirteen  million  dollars.  The  state  leads  in 
the  production  of  sulphur. 


December  28,  1912. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


425 


THE    MASTER. 


How  Chance  Gave  Him  a  Chateau  and  Retainers. 


Ferdinand  Boussetard,  who  lived  comfortably  on  a 
pension  of  250  francs  per  month,  granted  him  by  a  par- 
ticularly generous  administration,  devoted  his  Sundays 
to  excursions  into  the  country.  A  thoroughbred 
Parisian,  hence  loving  nature,  he  knew  little  of  it  ex- 
cept what  he  gained  on  these  rural  trips.  This  satisfied 
him,  however,  as  he  claimed  that  a  tree  was  the  same 
in  Versailles  as  in  Tahiti,  and  that  certain  scenes  along 
the  Seine  were  as  beautiful  as  those  one  traveled  far  to 
see,  on  the  banks  of  foreign  streams,  in  far-away  lands. 
So  on  Sunday  mornings,  no  matter  what  the  weather 
might  be,  Boussetard,  well-groomed  and  garbed  in  his 
best,  would  leave  his  modest  lodgings  and  hie  to  no 
matter  what  station,  to  take  a  train  for  the  suburbs. 

Our  hero  was  a  philosopher,  hence  an  egotist.  He 
lived  alone  from  preference,  seeing  in  the  society  of 
others  only  an  obstacle  to  his  pure  enjoyment.  "If  I 
were  a  married  man,"  he  often  thought,  "my  wife  would 
never  be  ready  in  time,  or  she  would  be  afraid  the  sun 
would  spoil  her  complexion."  Absolutely  unhampered, 
he  took  any  route  his  fancy  dictated,  eating  where  he 
pleased  and  what  he  pleased,  satisfying  his  bucolic 
tastes  to  the  fullest  extent  and  at  the  lowest  price. 

One  Sunday  morning  he  came  near  remaining  at 
home,  the  heat  was  so  intense.  He  thought  that,  his 
shutters  closed  and  a  dish  of  orange  ice  within  reach, 
it  would  be  pleasant  to  continue  his  perusal  of  a  de- 
tective story  which  he  had  broken  off  at  the  exciting 
point  where  it  was  discovered  that  the  murderer  of  an 
old  Frankfort  banker  was  no  other  than  the  president 
of  the  republic.  But,  as  he  was  hesitating,  there  arose 
before  his  eyes  a  vision  of  flower-decked  fields,  so 
taking  his  courage  in  both  hands,  so  to  speak,  and 
keeping  in  the  shade  of  the  buildings,  he  wended  his 
way  to  a  near-by  station. 

One  of  his  customs  was  to  go  to  any  place  whose 
name  pleased  him.  This  time,  glancing  down  the  list 
beside  the  ticket  window,  that  of  Bannelorge  struck  his 
fancy,  so  there  he  decided  to  go.  The  train  started  at 
8:30  and  at  10  he  was  at  his  destination.  On  alighting- 
he  saw  nothing  but  a  tiny  depot. 

"Is  Bannelorge  far  from  here?"  he  asked  the  agent. 
"This  is  Bannelorge,"  was  the  reply. 
It  was  merely  a  stopping-place  it  seemed.  As  the 
train  was  already  a  speck  on  the  horizon  there  was  no 
escape  from  the  situation.  Boussetard  looked  up  at 
the  brazen  sky,  sighed,  and  started  out  up  the  deserted, 
unshaded  highway. 

After  traveling  a  couple  of  miles  under  the  pitiless 
rays  of  a  midday  sun  he  halted,  quite  exhausted.  "I 
shall  certainly  get  a  sunstroke  if  I  keep  on,"  he  thought. 
Just  then  he  noticed,  a  "short  distance  away,  the  en- 
trance to  the  grounds  of  a  pretentious  chateau.  Above 
the  gateway  was  a  weatherbeaten  sign,  "To  Rent." 
Looking  through,  Boussetard  saw  a  green,  shaded  park, 
which  looked  to  him  like  Paradise.  Being  a  man  of 
resources,  he  made  up  his  mind  in  an  instant.  He  had 
often  inspected  vacant  apartments  in  the  city,  when 
caught  in  a  shower  without  an  umbrella.  He  would 
repeat  that  performance  now  in  his  great  need.  The 
hill  leading  up  to  the  chateau  was  steep,  and  it  took  all 
his  strength  to  climb  it.  On  reaching  the  top,  he  dusted 
his  shoes,  buttoned  his  vest,  and  took  his  gloves  out  of 
his  pocket,  so  as  to  present  the  appearance  of  a  gentle- 
man who  could  afford  the  luxury  of  a  fine  chateau. 

He  rang  and  almost  immediately  the  door  was  opened 
by  an  elderly  woman,  evidently  a  housekeeper.  He 
began  to  explain  the  nature  of  his  errand,  but  the 
woman  bade  him  sit  down  on  a  park  bench  until  her 
husband  should  return  from  the  mayor's  house.  Bous- 
setard sank  down  on  the  cool  seat  with  such  a  sigh  of 
satisfaction. 

After  about  fifteen  minutes  had  elapsed  the  gate 
opened  and  an  old  man  entered  the  grounds.  He  was 
bent  and  looked  as  if  he  might  have  been  a  hundred 
years  old.  Upon  seeing  the  visitor  he  nearly  collapsed 
with  surprise  and  emotion.  He  dropped  his  cane,  and, 
stretching  out  his  arms,  exclaimed: 

"My  master !  My  good  master !  At  last  you  have 
come!  Thank  God  I  shall  not  have  to  die  without 
seeing  you !  I  always  knew  you  would  come  back  from 
America.  Eighteen  years !  Just  think  of  it !  I  have 
grown  old.  You  have  grown  strong  and  handsome,  but 
still  I  should  have  known  you  among  a  thousand." 

"You  are  mistaken,  my  good  man,"  replied  Bous- 
setard, trying  to  explain.  "I  am  not  your  master.  1 
have  come  to  see  about  renting  the  chateau." 

The  old  man  shrugged  his  shoulders.  His  master  was 
trying  to  play  a  trick  on  him,  just  as  he  had  always 
done  in  his  youth.  That  wouldn't  go.  He  positively 
recognized  him  as  his  master,  Armand  du  Valcroisey, 
the  last  heir  of  the  name,  who  had  gone  to  America 
eighteen  years  before,  leaving  a  goodly  sum  of  money i 
for  the  care  of  the  estate,  witfi  permission  to  rent  the 
chateau. 

"No  one  has  ever  come  to  rent  the  place,"  explained 
the  old  man.  "That  hasn't  made  any  difference,  though. 
The  grain  and  the  poultry  more  than  pay  expenses. 
You  will  find  everything  in  order,  for  I  was  sure  you 
would  drop  in  without  any  warning.  Great  Heavens ! 
How  happy  I  am !" 

In  truth,  the  old  man  was  slightly  delirious  in  his 
joy.  In  vain  Boussetard  tried  to  undeceive  him:  he 
only  succeeded  in  getting  dragged  about  the  building, 
which  was  very  spacious  and  comfortable.  "After 
lunch,"  be  thought,  "I  will  slip  quietly  away."    But  the 


repast  served  by  Melanie,  the  old  man's  wife,  was  so 
delicious,  and  he  was  served  with  such  pious  and  touch- 
ing attention  that  his  last  scruples  vanished. 

"I  shall  be  here  every  Saturday  and  Sunday,"  he  said 
at  parting.  "As  for  money,  I  forbid  you  even  to  men- 
tion it.  The  income  is  all  yours.  I  formed  those 
habits  in  America." 

That  was  years  ago.  Since  that  time,  once  a  week, 
Boussetard  plays  gentleman  farmer.  On  Saturday 
evenings  he  settles  himself  complacently  in  an  easy- 
chair  and  says  to  his  man : 

"Now,  old  boy,  tell  me  some  more  stories  about  my 
childhood!" — Translated  from  the  French  of  Marc 
Donat,  for  the  Argonaut,  by  H.  Tttitchell. 

<m*^ 

Strikes,  lockouts,  and  labor  troubles  in  general  are 
unknown  in  the  marble  quarries  on  the  Isle  of  Purbeck, 
a  peninsular  district  of  Dorsetshire,  England.  There 
every  man  is  a  master,  which  accounts  for  this  happy 
condition  of  affairs.  Nearly  one  hundred  quarries  are 
worked  there,  in  what  used  to  be  a  royal  deer  forest, 
and  the  whole  of  the  industry  is  managed  by  a  curious 
kind  of  trades'  guild,  entitled  "The  Ancient  Guild  of 
Purbeck  Marblers."  All  the  marble  belongs  to  the  de- 
scendants of  the  original  Purbeck  quarrymen  who 
formed  the  guild,  and  no  other  person  has  any  right  in 
the  quarries.  None  other  is  allowed  to  join  the  guild. 
This  peculiar  guild  has  been  in  existence  for  many  hun- 
dreds of  years.  As  soon  as  the  quarryman's  son 
reaches  the  age  of  fourteen  he  is  admitted  to  the  guild, 
being  apprenticed  under  some  member — usually  his 
lather — until  he  is  of  age.  When  he  reaches  the  age 
of  twenty-one  he  is  entitled  to  become  a  freeman  of  the 
guild.  Every  Shrove  Tuesday  a  meeting  is  held  in 
the  Town  Hall  at  Corfe  Castle,  where  those  entitled  to 
their  freedom  pay  the  price,  which  consists  of  $1.60,  a 
large  tankard  of  ale,  and  a  penny  loaf.  When  once  the 
man  becomes  free  in  this  manner  he  has  the  right  to 
take  marble  or  stone  from  anywhere  he  wishes  in  the 
isle — though,  of  course,  he  has  to  pay  a  fixed  royalty. 
■»» 

Through  the  recent  publication  of  some  quaint  manu- 
scripts which  have  never  before  been  printed,  Jean 
Aicard,  the  French  academician  and  man  of  letters,  pro- 
duces evidence  that  the  arms  of  the  Venus  de  Milo 
were  broken  off  in  a  fight  between  French  and  Turkish 
forces  for  the  possession  of  the  figure.  Both  arms,  ac- 
cording to  the  manuscript,  were  in  place  when  the 
statue  was  first  discovered  in  1820.  The  right  arm  de- 
scended a  little  below  the  hips,  where  it  held  up  the 
draperies,  while  the  left  arm  was  raised  above  the  head 
and  grasped  in  the  hand  a  small  sphere,  which  was 
probably  an  apple.  The  documents  published  by  M. 
Aicard  claim  that  French  naval  officers,  who  were  the 
first  Europeans  to  see  the  Venus,  and  who  were  au- 
thorized by  their  government  to  buy  it  at  any  cost,  ob- 
tained the  prize  only  at  the  cost  of  a  sharp  scrimmage 
with  the  crew  of  a  Turkish  brig,  the  commander  of 
which  had  been  instructed  by  a  Greek  prince  at  Con- 
stantinople to  bring  the  statue  to  him.  In  the  struggle, 
in  which  fifty  sailors  took  part  on  each  side,  and  in 
which  shots  and  sabre  cuts  were  freely  exchanged,  the 
goddess,  who  had  been  placed  on  a  stoutly  built  cart, 
was  -thrown  to  the  ground  and  her  arms  were  broken 
in  pieces.  This,  really,  is  the  new  telling  of  an  old  story. 
^i» 

Soon  the  Confederate  Memorial  Institute,  which  is 
to  house  the  South's  records  of  the  Civil  War,  will  be- 
come a  reality,  and  it  is  said  the  building  will  be  the 
most  beautiful  of  its  kind  in  the  world.  The  mural 
paintings  alone  in  one  room  will  cost  $30,000,  and  it 
will  take  the  artist  two  years  to  complete  the  work. 
The  building  will  occupy  a  commanding  site  in  New 
Richmond,  and  will  be  maintained  for  all  time  by  the 
association  under  whose  auspices  it  was  constructed. 
The  most  interesting  and  important  room  in  the  build- 
ing will  be  Memorial  Hall,  the  architectural  features  of 
which  are  designed  to  act  as  a  frame  for  the  paintings 
which  are  to  occupy  the  wall  space.  These  paintings, 
which  are  to  be  done  by  Charles  Hoffbrauer,  the  French 
artist,  will  be  devoted  to  the  military  history  of  the 
Confederacy.  That  the  Memorial  Institute  is  to  have 
the  mural  paintings  at  once  is  due  to  the  munificence 
of  Thomas   Fortune   Ryan,  Wall   Street  financier  and 

native  of  Virginia. 

■■■   

Government  estimates  show  that  luxuries  are  coming 
into  this  country  at  the  rate  of  $1,000,000  a  day,  and 
if  that  rate  holds  good  it  is  estimated  that  imports  of 
luxuries  will  aggregate  $250,000,000  for  the  calendar 
year  1912.  Importation  of  art  works  during  October 
were  to  a  large  extent  responsible  for  the  unprecedented 
record.  That  item  amounted  to  approximately  $14,- 
000,000  for  the  month  named. 


INDIVIDUALITIES. 


On  the  Island  of  Culion  in  the  Philippine  archipelago 
is  to  be  heard  the  most  select  and  remarkable  brass 
band  in  the  world.  It  is  made  up  wholly  of  lepers, 
banished  there  to  a  living  death,  for,  the  island  is  the 
haven  and  retreat  for  the  lepers  of  the  United  States 
possessions  in  the  Far  East.  The  total  population  of  the 
island  is  in  the  neighborhood  of  4775,  all  of  whom  are 
under  treatment. 

Every  letter  in  Arabic  has  four  vowelings,  and  some 
letters  have  twenty-five  separate  forms.  So  it  is  pos- 
sible for  the  printer  to  have  to  deal  with  a  hundred 
different  forms  of  a  single  letter.  Knowing  the 
printers1  case  is  not  so  simple  a  matter  fur  Arabian 
craftsmen  as  for  English. 


Prince  Taro  Katsura,  who  has  been  directed  by  the 
Mikado  to  form  a  new  cabinet,  to  succeed  that  of  Mar- 
quis Saionji,  was  educated  at  the  Military  School  of 
Prussia.    He  has  been  in  the  Japanese  army  since  1867. 

Sir  Roger  Casement,  British  consul-general  at  Rio 
Janeiro,  who  prosecuted  the  British  investigation  of 
the  Putttmayo  rubber  district  atrocities,  has  been  ap- 
pointed consul-general  to  a  number  of  other  states  in 
Brazil. 

John  Owston,  recently  retired,  after  forty-one  years 
in  the  life-saving  service  at  Scarboro,  England,  assisted 
in  saving  230  lives  during  his  long  service.  He  was 
born  sixty-eight  years  ago,  and  began  life  as  a  fisher- 
man. He  has  been  awarded  a  pension  and  a  substan- 
tial gratuity. 

Miss  Vera  Holme,  said  to  be  the  only  liveried  girl 
chauffeur  in  London,  has  driven  a  car  in  that  city  for 
several  years.  She  is  able  to  make  all  the  necessary 
repairs  when  a  breakdown  occurs,  having  taken  a  me- 
chanical course  in  a  London  school  prior  to  engaging 
in  the  business. 

Angelo  Sarto,  brother  of  the  Pope,  has  long  been 
postmaster  at  Grazie,  in  the  province  of  Mantua,  at  the 
salary  of  50  cents  a  day.  In  recognition  of  his  long 
and  faithful  services  to  the  postal  department,  the 
Italian  government  has  just  awarded  him  a  grant  of 
$35.     He  is  seventy-eight  years  of  age. 

Charles  D.  Sigsbee,  son  of  Rear-Admiral  Sigsbee 
(retired),  commander  of  the  ill-fated  battleship  Maine, 
works  eight  hours  a  day  in  the  power  plant  at  the 
Charlestown  Navy  Yard,  to  perfect  his  knowledge  of 
mechanical  engineering.  He  is  twenty-two,  thoroughly 
self-made,  and  his  knowledge  of  chemistry,  necessary 
in  his  work,  has  been  largely  acquired  outside  of  any 
school. 

Mrs.  Frances  C.  Axtell,  one  of  the  two  women  who, 
for  the  first  time  in  the  history  of  the  State  of  Wash- 
ington, will  sit  in  the  state  legislature,  is  a  sister  of 
Dr.  Frederick  A.  Cleveland,  chairman  of  President 
Taft's  national  board  of  efficiency  and  economy.  For 
twenty-two  years  she  has  been  a  resident  of  Whatcom 
County.  She  is  a  graduate  of  Du  Pauw  University, 
with  a  degree  of  Ph.  B.  and  A.  M.,  and  taught  the 
first  normal  school  in  the  state. 

Prince  Gustavus  of  Denmark,  regarded  as  a  strong 
contender  for  the  nebulous  Albanian  throne,  is  the 
sixth  child  of  the  late  King  of  Denmark,  and  a  brother 
of  the  reigning  king.  King  George  of  Greece  is  his 
uncle,  and  the  Dowager  Queen  of  England  his  aunt. 
Prince  Gustavus  is  quite  young,  having  been  born  in 
1887.  At  eighteen  he  entered  the  army,  where  he  is 
now  a  lieutenant  in  the  Life  Guards,  and  has  lost  none 
of  the  portliness  which  once  gained  for  him  the  name 
of  "the  royal  fat  boy." 

Edward  Muller,  the  newly  elected  President  of  the 
Swiss  Republic,  is  no  stranger  to  the  office,  having  been 
elected  president  in  1899.  After  serving  one  term  he 
became  chief  of  the  military  department.  He  was  born 
in  Nidau,  Canton  of  Berne,  in  1848.  He  was  a  law 
student  at  Berne  University,  and  was  later  elected 
president  of  the  civil  court  at  that  city.  During  his 
active  career  he  has  been  mayor  of  Berne,  a  member 
of  the  cantonal  council,  and  a  member  of  the  national 
council,  which  is  the  lower  house  of  the  Swiss  Parlia- 
ment. 

Alvey  Augustus  Adee,  second  assistant  Secretary  of 
State,  who  recently  celebrated  his  seventieth  birthday. 
has  been  in  the  government  service  since  1870,  at  which 
time  he  went  to  Madrid  as  secretary  of  the  legation. 
Despite  the  change  of  administration,  he  is  not  likely 
to  be  removed  from  the  position  he  holds.  Since  1878 
he  has  been  in  the  State  Department.  In  his  head  are 
packed  the  technical  knowledge  of  diplomacy  and  the 
expert  familiarity  with  the  preparation  of  state  papers 
and  the  endless  precedents  of  which  the  successive  sec- 
retaries of  state  are  usually  ignorant  when  they  enter 
office. 

Jeremiah  Dwyer,  the  first  man  to  make  a  stove  in 
Michigan,  is  today  the  directing  president  of  one  of  the 
largest  stove  plants  in  the  world,  manufacturing  these 
articles  by  the  hundreds  of  thousands.  As  a  boy  he 
worked  on  his  mother's  small  farm  to  support  her,  but 
when  quite  young  he  went  to  Detroit,  where  he  learned 
the  molder's  trade.  Finally  he  set  up  a  small  plant  in 
Detroit,  helped  make  the  stoves  himself,  and  in  lb 
evening  spent  his  time  in  the  town's  scattered  hard- 
ware stores  selling  his  meagre  output.  From  that  small 
beginning  in  1861  has  grown  up  an  industry  in  whii 
Michigan  leads  all  the  states. 

G.  N.  W.  Rowe,  at  present  engaged  in  the  construc- 
tion of  the  first  electric  railway  in  Bolivia,  which  will 
give  direct  rail  connection  between  Potosi,  the  second 
highest  city  of  any  importance  in  the  world,  with  i1 
southern  portion  of  the  republic,  has  had  an  interesting 
career.  He  was  born  in  Quebec,  where  he  learned 
French,  to  which  he  has  added  Spanish,  besides  an  In- 
dian dialect.  For  many  years  he  lived  in  the  United 
States,  making  his  home  at  Nashville,  Tennessee,  but 
for  the  last  thirteen  years  he  has  lived  in  South 
America.  He  served  as  a  private  in  the  Spanish- 
American  war,  studied  civil  engineering  in  Ohio,  ami 
then  became  interested  in  Bolivia.  He  is  n'ce-| 
dent  of  the  Bolivian  Society  of  Civil   Ens  il  a 

member  of  the  Indiana  Society. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


De 


THE   MYSTERY   OF   PIRATE   ISLAND. 

» 

Solved  by  the  "Blade"  Reporter. 


(Foreword  by  the  Editor  of  the  Blade.) 

The  world  takes  off  its  hat  today  to  the  San  Francisco 
Blade. 

Because  the  mystery  of  Pirate  Island  at  last  is  dispelled! 

That  impregnable  citadel  of  the  South  Seas  that  has  baffled 
the  intrepid  adventurers  of  half  a  dozen  nations  these  past 
three  years  has  yielded  at  last  to  a  girl — to  the  Blade's  own 
pride,  Marie  Mariox. 

By  sparing  no  pains,  even  to  the  perilous  task  of  completing 
a  course  in  aviation;  by  scorning  apparent  danger;  by  a  lavish 
disregard  for  expenses,  including  the  outfitting  of  a  yacht,  the 
Intrepid,  and  the  purchase  of  a  hydroplane,  Marie  Marion 
and  the  Blade  ultimately  have  been  able  to  score 

The  Most  Startling  Newspaper  Beat  of  the  Decade! 

With  no  end  of  detailed  information  and  photographs,  we 
now  lay  bare  the  first  news  about  the  strange  men  of  pirate 
land : 

Who  they  are. 

What  they  do. 

Why  they  became  pirates. 

And  we  can  even  explain  the  phantom  ship  of  the  lagoon. 

All  Credit  to  Our  Own  Marie  Marion  ! 

But. let  her  tell  the  story  in  her  own  words. — Ed. 


By  Marie  Marion. 

"Will  you  go  aloft,  miss?"  asked  our  skipper. 

"Pirate  Island  lies  ahead?"  I  countered. 

"You're  right,  miss — dead  ahead,"  he  answered,  "and 
flyin'  the  Jolly  Roger,  miss,  as  usual." 

I  can  not  attempt  to  describe  the  feelings  of  mingled 
eagerness  and  timidity  with  which  I  climbed  to  the 
crow's  nest.  When  the  managing  editor  of  the  Blade 
had  asked  me  if  I  could  cover  the  assignment  I  boast- 
fully had  replied,  "I  can  cover  anything!"  But  my 
heart  began  to  flutter,  then  to  thump,  then  to  pound 
fearfully,  as  I  heard  that  Pirate  Island  was  actually  in 
sight. 

I  recalled  the  first  day  I  had  left  this  too-too-solid 
earth  in  taking  my  initial  aeroplane  flight.  My  heart 
was  even  more  filled  w'ith  misgivings  now. 

It  was  not  that  I  was  afraid  to  climb,  or  that  in  my 
aviation  costume  I  found  any  difficulty  in  following  the 
captain  up  the  ladder.  It  was  simply  that  same  feeling 
that  shakes  the  pugilist  before  his  battle,  or  sets  the 
football  player's  muscles  a-quiver  before  the  great 
Thanksgiving  game.  Once  you  are  in  action  it  disap- 
pears.   The  minutes  before  are  the  time  of  terror. 

Something  of  the  calm  beauty  of  the  scene  quieted 
my  nerves  a  bit  once  I  stood  beside  the  captain  and 
prepared  to  take  my  first  look  through  the  binoculars 
at  the  island  that  for  three  years  has  set  the  world  of 
adventurers  a-buzz.  The  isle  impregnable,  forever 
flaunting  the  Jolly  Roger!  Where  high-power  lenses 
had  discovered,  at  times,  groups  of  men  in  the  gaudy 
costumes  of  the  pirates  of  the  Spanish  Main ! 

See  this  picture  with  me: 

Below,  on  the  cleared  deck  of  the  Intrepid,  lies  that 
darling  of  my  heart,  a  brand  new  hydroplane.  On,  on, 
stretches  a  billowy  colorful  sea,  ending  in  a  white  line 
of  surf  beating  on  coral  reefs;  then  a  tiny  streak  of 
greenish. 

I  take  the  binoculars,  adjust  them,  and  out  of  a  blur 
rises  a  breakwater  of  foam,  a  silvery  lagoon,  a  gleaming 
white  and  golden  beach,  brilliant  green  masses  of  vege- 
tation, and,  over  all,  a  tiny  square  of  black  with  a  white 
something  at  its  centre. 

It  troubles  me  sometimes  now  to  understand  why,  but, 
with  that  glance,  gone  was  all  of  my  misgiving  and 
nothing  remained  but  a  mad  curiosity  to  scoot  in  my 
machine  of  wonder,  my  marvelous  mechanical  flying 
fish,  across  those  billows  and  into  the  unknown. 

See  me !  See  me  now  and  sicken  with  envy,  you  stay- 
at-homes,  you  who  fear  all,  even  to  eat  oysters — think- 
ing of  typhoid  germs !  I  ride  a  flying  fish,  that  obeys 
my  every  desire.  Men  call  it  a  "hydroplane"  and  think 
to  diminish  the  marvel  thereby,  but  to  me  it  is  a  creature 
out  of  fairy  tales,  bearing  me  to  what  has  been  well 
called  for  its  inaccessibility  "the  farthest  corner  of  the 
world." 

Where  ships  could  not  approach  because  of  the  shal- 
lowness, I  and  my  marvel  fish  ride  jauntily. 

Where  small  boats  could  not  live  in  treacherous  cur- 
rents and  fearful  thunderous  surf — look! — my  fish  turns 
bird,  I  mount,  exult,  flutter  even  in  the  salt  spray  of 
death,  and  then 

Ride  triumphant,  easily  as  in  a  rocking-chair,  the 
placid  silver  water  of  the  lagoon ;  glide  to  shore ;  step 
out  proud,  flushed  with  excitement  and  victory,  among 
sun-browned  strange  men-folk  in  pirate  costume  more 
gorgeous  than  any  in  a  child's  picture-book. 

You  wonder  why  I  felt  no  fear? 

Put  yourself  in  the  place  of  those  poor  fellows,  seeing 
a  bird-fish  light  upon  their  shimmering  beach,  and  a 
laughing  girl  step  out?  I  was  far  far  safer  than  any 
pedestrian  on  Market  Street.  They  were  dumb  with 
wonder. 

Their  pipes  fell  out  of  their  mouth  . 

Their  bottles  of  rum  spilled  on  the  beach. 

Their  cards  and  golden  guineas  and  dice  were  scat- 
tered and  the  men  clutched  one  another  in  terror. 

Proud    ndeed   I   am  to  be  able  to  relate  that  in  this 

dramatic  moment   1    retained    self-possession   enough  to 

take  half  a  dozen  remarkable  graflex  photographs.    The 

pirates     ed  and  cried  out  in  the  most  pitiful  accents — 

li.    1   was  delighted  to  note — that   their  guns 

aded  and  that  no  one  of  the  crew  ever  did  a 


human  being  a  mite  of  harm,  and  to  spare  them  for  the 
love  o'  heaven. 

I  put  down  my  camera  and  gestured  imperiously. 

"Which  of  you  is  leader?"  I  cried. 

A  tall  old  s-entleman  clothed  all  in  black,  with  knee 
breeches,  a  long  spike-tailed  coat,  and  a  three-cornered 
hat  making  him  conspicuous,  advanced,  pride  and  fear 
struggling  convulsively  in  his  facial  expression,  and  his 
knees  knocking  together. 

As  their  courage  gathered,  others  followed  him. 

Surprising  to  relate,  they  all  were  old.  All  but  the 
leader  wore  picture-book  pirate  clothes,  stuck  as  full 
of  weapons  as  a  schoolgirl's  first  bonnet  is  with  hat- 
pins. 

It  began  to  be  my  turn  to  feel  uneasy,  though  I  hid 
all  evidence  of  my  state  of  mind. 

"Captain  Jeffrey  Guinea,  miss — at  your  service!" 
said  the  leader  in  a  voice  as  solemn  as  the  tomb. 

He  halted  half  a  dozen  paces  from  me  and  saluted. 
The  others  promptly  saluted  after  him. 

Turning  around,  with  a  sudden  inspiration,  he  com- 
manded : 

"Now,  boys,  all  together,  a  hearty  hip-hip-hooray !" 

I  hadn't  believed  until  this  moment  that  such  a  thing 
as  a  hip-hip-hooray  ever  existed,  but  they  gave  it,  and 
waved  their  hats — those  who  had  hats — most  fran- 
tically. 

I  sometimes  speak  in  slang,  wear  my  bonnet  tilted 
rakishly  and  indulge  in  the  little  frivolities  of  news- 
paperdom.  But  before  this  curious,  old-fashioned  as- 
sembly I  began  to  feel  as  dignified  as  if  I  were,  say,  a 
reporter  for  the  staid  old  London  Times. 

Taking  a  memorandum  pad  from  one  of  my  trousers' 
pockets  I  began : 

"I  bring  to  you,  Captain  Guinea,  the  compliments  of 
the  people  of  San  Francisco " 

It  sounded  so  silly,  though,  that  I  chopped  off  and 
took  a  new  start. 

"I'm  Marie  Marion  of  the  San  Francisco  Blade.  Tell 
me  who  you  are  and  what  you  do,  how  you  became 
— er " 

"Pirates !"  Captain  Guinea  filled  in. 

"How  you  became  pirates,  and  the  mystery  of  the 
ship  in  the  lagoon  that  appears  and  disappears,  and  I 
won't  bother  you  any  more,"  I  finished,  all  in  a  breath. 
"AH  I  want  is  to  cover  the  assignment  and  take  a  few 
snapshots.  Like  you,  I  wouldn't  do  any  harm  to  a 
soul." 

You  see,  as  I  studied  their  faces,  I  could  do  nothing 
but  believe  what  they  said  about  "meaning  no  harm." 
In  fact,  they  were  as  genial  a  group  of  old  gentlemen 
as  ever  told  the  story  of  Cinderella  to  a  three-year-old 
grandchild.  It  is  a  solemn  truth  that  they  were  every 
one  dreamy-eyed  and  wistful.     Really  lovable ! 

Soon  enough  shall  you  see  why: 

Sitting  upon  a  brass-bound  chest  and  letting  golden 
guineas  run  through  his  fingers  as  he  talked,  the  cap- 
tain told  me  his  simple  story. 

"Miss  Marion,  the  world  is  prosy  because  when  men 
grow  up  they  forget  the  ideals  of  their  boyhood.  The 
sea  cries  for  sailors  and  there  are  few  to  answer,  for 
men  are  in  their  counting-houses  bending  over  double 
entry  ledgers.  The  army  appeals  for  soldiers,  but  the 
men  who  ought  to  answer  are  scorning  an  adventurous 
thirteen-dollar-a-month  job  and  are  working  at  twenty- 
five  dollars  a  week  as  traveling  salesmen.  Why?  Sim- 
ply because  they  have  forgotten  the  ideals  of  their  boy- 
hood and  have  gone  racing  off  in  pursuit  of  dollar  bills. 
Where  are  the  boys  who  envied  the  thrills  and  spangles 
of  the  circus?  They  are  selling  men's  furnishings  on 
week  days  and  pushing  perambulators  about  the  boule- 
vards on  Sunday  afternoons.  And  where,  oh  where," 
(and  the  voice  rose  to  a  frantic  pitch  of  agony)  "are  the 
boys  who  longed  to  be  pirates?" 

I  shook  my  head  sadly.  Indeed,  I  feel  a  little  the 
same  way  about  these  matters  myself. 

He  broke  off  and  drew  himself  to  his  full  height,  all 
the  others  scrambling  to  their  feet  and  following  his 
example. 

"Here,  Miss  Marion,"  he  declaimed,  with  a  proud 
gesture,  "are  a  few  who  have  been  faithful.  We  have 
lived  up  to  our  first  and  brightest  ideals.  We  are 
pirates!  .  .  .  Once  we  were  merchants,  brokers, 
farmers,  and  the  like,  but  acquiring  little  fortunes  that 
put  us  beyond  the  peril  of  want,  we  formed  the  'Old 
Boys'  Club,'  talked  things  over,  and  then  some  twenty 
years  ago,  with  the  aid  of  a  little  brig  and  a  balloon, 
settled  in  this  impregnable  (until  today)  haven  of  the 
South  Pacific.  We  went  off  of  the  ship  in  a  balloon, 
three  by  three,  setting  the  gas  bag  afloat  again,  chasing 
it  with  the  ship,  landing  three  more,  setting  the  bag 
afloat  again.  Finally  we  wrecked  the  ship,  salvaged  it 
when  the  driftwood  eddied  into  the  lagoon,  and  then 
put  the  good  tub  together  again  to  scuttle." 

"To  scuttle?"  I  repeated  querulously. 

"Yes,  indeed,"  he  answered,  his  eyes  gleaming  with 
enthusiasm  as  he  explained.  "We  are  respectable  men. 
We  wish  no  one  harm.  All  we  ask  is  freedom  to  play 
at  being  pirates.  We  scuttle  the  old  ship  and  sink  her 
for  practice.  We  raise  her  again ;  scuttle  her  again. 
Thus  we  keep  our  hands  in. 

"You  will  be  interested  to  know,  no  doubt,  that  we 
do  many  other  things  for  just  this  reason.  We  bury 
treasure  all  over  the  island  and  dig  for  it.  We  put 
notes  in  bottles  and  set  them  adrift.  We  sit  on  seamen's 
brass-bound  chests  and  let  pieces  of  eight  run  through 
our  fingers.  We  drink  diluted  rum,  play  cards,  spin 
yarns,  have  exercises  in  profanity,  dance  and  sing 
wicked  ballads — not  because  we  are  wicked  at  heart  but 
because  it's  a  genuine  pleasure  to  keep  in  practice." 


Some  of  the  men  began  to  sing  in  close  harmony : 
Over-r-r  th'    ravin'   main, 
Ta,  da,  te,  de,  dum,  dum  ! 

Captain  Guinea  silenced  them  with  a  perfect  torrent 
of  profanity.  But  to  tell  the  truth,  I  didn't  mind  it  at 
all,  any  more  than  if  it  were  done  in  a  play.  Every- 
body seemed  to  be  so  happy. 

I  finished  my  questions  and  the  captain  took  his  turn. 
I  had  to  answer  him  a  string  of  questions  twice  as  long 
as  I  had  inflicted  myself.  I  explained  the  workings 
of  the  hydroplane,  told  of  the  new  wonders  of  wireless 
telegraphy,  subways,  motor-cars  and  aeroplanes,  sky- 
scrapers and  the  feminists. 

I  hope  to  devote  to  the  meal  we  had  the  first  of  a 
series  of  articles  on  "How  Pirates  Live,"  so  I  shall  not 
dwell  on  any  of  its  points  of  interest  further  than  to 
recommend  the  fried  monkey  and  a  particularly  fine 
rum  omelet. 

All  afternoon  we  saw  the  sights  and  talked;  some- 
times with  your  correspondent  as  the  cross-examiner, 
sometimes  with  the  captain  as  the  questioner.  Then  the 
sinking  of  the  sun  warned  me  that  it  was  time  to  be 
getting  back  to  the  ship. 

I  took  no  chances  on  being  detained.  The  story  for 
which  the  world  has  waited  three  years — or  ever  since 
a  half-wrecked  vessel  sighted  the  island  by  accident — 
was  in  my  possession,  and  it  was  my  solemn  duty  to 
delay  no  longer. 

What  I  am  not  ashamed  to  label  as  a  brilliant  inspira- 
tion flashed  into  my  mind. 

"I'll  teach  you  some  new  wrinkles,"  I  proposed. 

Everybody  welcomed  the  suggestion  as  heartily  as  if 
1  had  proposed  hide-and-seek  to  a  picnic  party. 

I  taught  them  bridge  and  the  turkey  trot  while  I  was 
about  it  and  got  some  remarkably  fine  photographs. 

Then  I  paused  and  gazed  intently  into  the  captain's 
eager,  kindly  face. 

"It  seems  a  pity — really  a  great  pity,"  I  murmured 
musingly.  "But  I  don't  suppose  a  gentleman  in  the 
party  ever  has  tasted  a  gasoline  cocktail.  In  the  old 
days,  I  understand,  no  one  ever  drank  them." 

It  seemed  a  shame — but  I  couldn't  take  chances  of 
being  detained. 

"It's  highly  intoxicating,  as  compared  with  tem- 
perance rum,"  I  added,  "but  for  the  adventure  of  the 
thing,  if  for  no  other  reason,  you  all  ought  to  have  a 
swig.  I  warn  you,  probably  you  won't  care  for  the 
taste  at  first.    It's  an  acquired  habit,  like  caviare." 

Every  man  was  game,  of  course,  and  came  around 
holding  out  a  flagon.  I  drew  heavy  draughts  of  gaso- 
line from  my  hydroplane's  reserve  tank.  One  after  an- 
other they  drank,  made  grimaces,  acquired  paralyzing 
jags,  and  flopped  down  dead  drunk  on  the  sand.  It 
was  no  more  elegant  to  see  than  it  sounds.  My  con- 
science hurt  me  something  awful,  but  it  had  to  be  done. 

When  the  last  man  dropped,  I  hopped  into  the  hydro- 
plane, glided  over  the  lagoon,  rose  in  a  long,  beautiful 
hurdle  over  the  coral  breakwater 

And  here  I  am,  awaiting  another  assignment ! 

Charles  Phelps  Cushing. 

San  Francisco,  December,  1912. 


The  origin,  growth,  and  development  of  the  cotton 
industry  in  the  United  States  have  received  considerable 
attention  from  historians,  ethnologists,  and  statisticians 
(says  the  Charleston  Neivs  and  Courier).  Much  in- 
terest has  been  manifested  in  the  identity  and  descrip- 
tion of  the  varieties  which  formed  the  foundation  of 
the  American  upland  cotton,  but  only  recently  has  there 
been  a  systematic  study  and  analysis  of  the  types  of 
plants  which  make  up  the  field  crops  today  with  a  view 
of  accomplishing  this  object.  The  fact  that  cotton  was 
used  and  of  necessity  cultivated  by  the  Indians  is  re- 
corded by  several  early  Spanish  explorers,  as  it  has 
been  more  recently  by  many  ethnologists.  In  the  villages 
of  the  cliff  dwellers  of  Mesa  Verde  National  Park  nu- 
merous fragments  of  cotton  cloth  have  been  unearthed, 
and  in  Utah  the  seeds  of  the  plant  itself  have  been 
found.  Today,  among  the  Hopi  Indians  of  Arizona,  the 
cotton  plant  is  highly  esteemed,  and  its  fibre  enters  into 
many  of  their  ceremonies,  as  well  as  into  many  prac- 
tical household  activities.  It  is  considered  essential  by 
them  that  all  strings  employed  in  religious  services  be 
of  native  cotton. 

Of  the  twenty-seven  Presidents  of  the  United  States, 
fourteen  were  lawyers  in  their  early  days,  and  nineteen 
had  become  lawyers  before  their  election.  Seventeen, 
including  the  present  incumbent,  were  college  men. 
The  others  occupied  stations  that  offered  equal  oppor- 
tunities for  a  return  to  their  vocations.  In  the  present 
generation  seven  Presidents  have  been  lawyers.  Of 
these,  four — Hayes,  Arthur,  Cleveland,  and  Benjamin 
Harrison — returned  to  the  practice  of  law.  Mr.  Cleve- 
land, however,  soon  withdrew  from  his  profession  and 
became  active  in  other  directions,  notably  in  connection 
with  Princeton  University.  Of  the  four  mentioned, 
Mr.  Harrison  gave  closest  attention  to  professional 
work. 

Much  of  the  best  Turkish  tobacco  is  grown  on  soil 
from  which  the  Turks  have  been  driven  by  the  Bul- 
garians,' Servians,  and  Greeks  in  the  present  war,  and 
it  is  estimated  that  the  crop  will  be  short  for  the  next 
three  years  at  least.  In  many  instances  it  is  claimed 
that  two-thirds  of  the  population  of  the  villages  have 
gone.  Importers,  however,  are  always  prepared  for 
emergencies  by  having  two  years'  supply  of  Turkish 
leaf  stored  away.  Just  now  there  are  about  300,000 
bales  piled  up  in  bonded  warehouses  i 


December  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


427 


THE  AMBITION  OF  A  DUKE. 


With  Some  Reference  to   England's   Most  Impregnable   In- 
stitution. 


There  is  one  English  institution  which  knows  neither 
change  nor  decay ;  it  survives  the  rise  and  fall  of  polit- 
ical parties;  it  is  indifferent  whether  a  Tory  or  Liberal 
government  is  in  power ;  it  continues  unchanged 
through  the  vicissitudes  of  the  dynasties  of  kings;  and 
bids  fair  to  outlast  any  transformation  of  the  British 
constitution.  This  immovable  institution  is  known  as 
the  Committee  for  Privileges.  It  is  a  perennial  adjunct 
of  the  House  of  Lords,  and  its  supreme  function  is  to 
sit  in  judgment  upon  claims  to  peerages.  If,  for  ex- 
ample, that  American  citizen  whom  Burke  of  peerage 
fame  held  to  be  the  rightful  heir  of  the  earldom  of 
Mentieth  has  any  intention  of  testing  whether  he  be 
an  earl  or  not,  he  must  be  prepared  to  state  his  case 
to  this  potent  Committee  for  Privileges.  Potent  it  in- 
deed is;  more  potent,  it  is  suspected,  than  the  crown 
itself;  for  while  the  committee  can  pronounce  judg- 
ment as  to  the  restoration  of  an  earldom,  it  is  an  open 
question  whether  the  crown  can  restore  any  dignity 
higher  than  that  of  a  baron. 

Now  this  Committee  for  Privileges  is  not  over- 
worked. It  has  no  fixed  schedule  of  meetings ;  months, 
and  perhaps  years,  may  pass  without  a  sitting  being 
called;  but  no  sooner  does  a  claimant  to  a  peerage  pop 
up  than  it  is  at  once  galvanized  into  activity.  For  it  is 
the  Cerberus  which  guards  the  portals  of  the  House  of 
Lords.  And,  like  the  watch-dog  of  the  old  myth,  it 
has  many  heads.  The  chief  members  of  the  committee 
are  those  lords  who  are  distinguished  for  their  legal 
knowledge,  but  with  them  are  associated  a  few  of  the 
more  ornamental  peers  who  have  beguiled  their  leisure 
by  the  study  of  family  history.  Together  they  sit  with 
the  ceremony  of  an  ordinary  court  of  justice,  and  their 
proceedings  are  conducted  according  to  the  usual  rules 
of  law  and  evidence. 

Such  is  the  court;  now  for  the  latest  petitioner  who 
brought  the  committee  together  last  week.  He  was  no 
American  citizen  chafing  at  the  restriction  of  the  Con- 
stitution of  the  United  States ;  nor  was  he  a  soap  or  tea 
or  beer  magnate  fired  with  ambition  for  a  coronet ;  nay, 
he  was  none  other  than  the  Duke  of  Atholl.  And  the 
curious  fact  about  his  petition  was  that  he  wished  to  be 
declared  senior  co-heir  to  that  earldom  of  Oxford 
which  has  been  in  abeyance  since  1703.  This  is  surely 
a  record  in  the  annals  of  titulary  ambition ;  that  a  duke 
should  want  to  be  declared  an  earl  looks  like  a  reductio 
ad  absurdum. 

Besides,  how  many  more  titles  can  a  man  want,  even 
if  he  is  a  duke?  His  grace  of  Atholl  surely  has  suf- 
ficient to  satisfy  the  greediest.  His  family  name  is 
almost  as  long  as  a  Scots  mile — John  James  Hugh 
Henry  Stewart-Murray;  while  as  for  his  peerage  ap- 
pellations is  he  not  Lord  Murray  of  Tullibardine,  and 
the  Marquis  of  Atholl,  and  the  Viscount  of  Balquhidder, 
and  the  Earl  of  Strathtay  and  Strathardle,  and  Baron 
Murray  of  Stanley,  and  Baron  Percy,  and  Baron  Glen- 
lyon,  and  Earl  Strange?  Moreover,  is  not  a  duke 
greater  than  all  these,  and  is  he  not  content  with  being 
one  of  twenty-two  instead  of  being  one  of  a  hundred 
and  twenty-three? 

Ah,  but  his  grace  of  Atholl  drops  his  dukedom  when 
he  crosses  the  border;  that  is  to  say,  he  is  a  Scots  duke, 
not  a  duke  of  the  United  Kingdom.  He  is  in  the  same 
case  as  Boswell,  who  was  a  laird  on  his  native  heath 
but  a  plain  "Mr."  in  London.  But  that  is  only  part  of 
the  explanation.  When  he  takes  his  seat  in  the  House 
of  Lords  the  Duke  of  Atholl  suffers  a  peerage  change 
into  the  Earl  Strange,  and  his  title  as  such  dates  only 
from  1786.  Now  that  is  but  a  mushroom  growth  as 
some  titles  go,  and  as  precedency  in  the  gilded  chamber 
is  a  matter  of  chronology  we  begin  to  get  an  inkling 
why  the  Duke  of  Atholl  wished  to  be  declared  senior 
co-heir  to  the  dormant  earldom  of  Oxford. 

For  who  that  has  read  Macaulay  can  have  forgotten 
that  historian's  glowing  eulogy  of  the  famous  De 
Veres?  The  noblest  subject  in  England,  nay,  the 
noblest  subject  in  Europe,  was  that  Aubrey  de  Vere, 
the  twentieth  and  last  of  the  old  earls  of  Oxford,  who 
died  in  1703  and  left  no  heir.  If  his  grace  of  Atholl 
could  have  made  good  his  claim  to  be  the  chief  repre- 
sentative of  that  ancient  line,  he  would  have  moved  up 
many  a  bench  in  the  House  of  Lords  and  had  a  prece- 
dency far  nearer  the  throne  than  he  can  claim  as  Earl 
Strange. 

Nor  is  that  all.  Your  student  of  family  history  is 
familiar  with  the  fact  that  Henry  I  made  the  De  Veres 
and  their  heirs  perennial  Lord  Great  Chamberlain,  and 
his  grace  of  Atholl  has  doubtless  had  a  jealous  eye  on 
that  dignity.  For  think  what  it  means  when  a  coro- 
nation is  toward !  That  official  has  the  privilege  of 
attending  the  king  in  his  bedroom  and  handing  him  his 
socks  and  trousers  and  braces,  with  all  the  other  items 
of  his  wardrobe  which  he  may  deign  to  wear;  at  the 
crowning  ceremony  it  is  his  duty  to  fasten  the  clasp  of 
the  imperial  mantle;  at  the  banquet  his  is  the  office  of 
holding  the  basin  while  royalty  washes  its  hands ;  he 
has  a  free  gift  of  forty  ells  of  crimson  velvet  for  his 
own  robes;  and,  finally,  instead  of  the  gilt  basin  and 
towels  which  used  to  be  among  the  perquisites  of  the 
office,  and  the  furniture  of  the  king's  bedroom,  he  is 
solaced  with  a  nice  little  gift  of  a  thousand  dollars. 
It  has  long  been  rumored  among  the  peerage  experts 
that  the  Duke  of  Atholl  had  an  intention  of  claiming 
his  right  to  all  these  honors,  and  now  the  threat  has 
been  made  good. 


But  all  in  vain.  The  Committee  for  Privileges  has 
decided  that  his  grace  of  Atholl  has  not  a  hereditary 
leg  to  stand  on.  The  why  and  wherefore  is  not  essen- 
tial to  this  veracious  story;  I  have  no  desire  to  give 
Argonaut  readers  a  genealogical  headache  by  attempt- 
ing to  explain  the  mysteries  of  attainder  and  restoration, 
the  subtle  distinctions  between  heirs  male  and  heirs 
general,  or  those  ramifications  of  the  De  Vere  blood 
through  female  veins  which  have  buoyed  up  his  grace 
of  Atholl  with  a  false  hope.  The  fiat  has  gone  forth 
from  the  Committee  for  Privileges,  and  the  three  peers 
who  take  it  in  turn  to  act  the  role  of  the  Lord  Great 
Chamberlain — the  Marquis  of  Cholmondeley,  the  Earl 
of  Ancaster,  and  the  Earl  of  Carrington — are  secure  in 
that  dignity  until  the  next  claimant  pops  up.  Aid  his 
grace  of  Atholl  must  rest  content  with  that  one  unas- 
sailable privilege  of  his  order  which  entitles  him, 
should  he  be  sentenced  to  be  hung,  to  swing  from  the 
gallows  by  a  silken  cord. 

So  the  dormant  peerage  of  Oxford  still  awaits  an 
owner.  Where  is  he?  Peerage  Burke  was  convinced 
that  in  the  United  States  might  be  traced  "the  repre- 
sentatives of  some  of  our  old  families  and  titles."  But 
let  prospective  claimants  remember  that  it  is  glory  and 
not  gold  which  is  involved.  The  vast  estates  of  the  De 
Veres  are  certainly  not  lying  dormant ;  their  many 
manors  have  other  lords ;  but  the  title  is  to  be  had  for 
the  proving.  And  certainly  that  title  is  one  of  the  most 
illustrious  in  the  annals  of  English  history;  "this  great 
honor,  this  high  and  noble  dignity"  as  a  eulogist  of  the 
seventeenth  century  described  it,  is  one  hardly  to  be 
equaled  in  any  other  kingdom.  Hence  the  ambition  of 
his  grace  of  Atholl,  who  admits  that  an  earl  may  be 
greater  than  a  duke. 

And  yet  the  framers  of  the  Constitution  of  the 
United  States  may  have  had  wisdom  on  their  side  when 
they  stipulated  that  Congress  should  not  grant  any  title 
of  nobility.  And  though  Tennyson  became  a  lord,  there 
was  a  time  when  he  took  the  American  view  and 
imagined  Adam  and  his  wife  smiling  at  Clara  Vere  de 
Vere's  claim  of  long  descent.  "Kind  hearts,"  etc.,  we 
all  know  how  the  tag  runs.  Besides,  that  no-nobility 
proviso  effectually  balked  the  creation  of  an  American 
Committee  for  Privileges,  a  body  which  toils  not,  nor 
spins  aught  save  a  bewildering  mesh  of  genealogical 
cobwebs.  Henry  C.  Shelley. 

London,  December  10,  1912. 


REVIVAL  OF  TAPESTRY  WEAVING. 


Looms    of   New    York   Producing   a    Series    of   Twenty-Six 
Historical  Manhattan  Scenes. 


Caches  or  depots  of  food  and  clothing  have  recently 
been  established  by  the  various  governments  on  most  of 
the  dangerous  islands  under  their  dominion.  And  on 
many  of  the  others  there  are  signposts  and  instructions 
as  to  how  to  get  to  the  nearest  island  where  there  is 
such  a  depot.  They  are  kept  in  huts,  built  expressly 
for  the  purpose,  or  in  natural  caves  in  the  cliffs,  where 
all  the  provisions  will  remain  dry  and  keep  for  a  long 
time.  As  an  example,  down  in  the  Indian  Ocean  are 
the  islands  of  Amsterdam,  St.  Paul,  and  Kerguelen,  all 
dangerous  spots  for  vessels  in  a  storm.  On  each  of 
these  the  French  warship  Eure  has  established  depots 
containing  necessaries  of  all  kinds  for  castaways,  no 
matter  what  their  nationality  may  be.  At  Amsterdam 
Island,  in  a  large  cavern  on  a  hillside,  there  are  sup- 
plies of  beef,  biscuits,  underclothes,  blankets,  and  some 
matches  inclosed  in  a  hermetically  sealed  metal  box. 
There  are  also  in  the  same  cave  several  cots ;  a  cooking 
pot  and  dry  wood,  left  by  fishermen  who  occasionally 
visit  there.  Cabbage  and  celery,  fish  and  lobsters  abound 
on  the  island  and  in  the  waters  about  it  and  castaways 
could  live  there  indefinitely.  The  depot  is  clearly 
marked  out  by  a  board  bearing  the  legend  "France, 
Vivres,  Vetements  pour  naufrages,  Eure." 

It  was  a  wave  of  sanity  that  put  an  end  to  the  old- 
fashioned  Fourth  of  July,  and  now  a  few  adventurous 
spirits  have  been  so  emboldened  by  the  response  of  the 
public  to  the  appeal  to  act  like  sensible  men  and  women 
that  they  are  suggesting  a  dignified  celebration  of  New 
Year's  eve  (according  to  the  New  York  Evening  Post). 
Doubtless  they  will  be  denounced  for  their  pains  as 
meddlers  with  the  sacred  right  of  the  individual  to 
render  himself  obnoxious  to  his  fellows.  To  make  night 
hideous  is  the  time-honored  way  of  proving  one's 
realization  of  the  new  opportunities  that  the  turning  of 
the  last  leaf  on  the  old  calendar  brings  into  view. 
Nevertheless,  there  is  something  inviting  in  the  plan  to 
substitute  music  for  noise  as  a  method  of  speeding  the 
parting  and  welcoming  the  coming  year.  If  ever  we 
see  the  Broadway  throngs  singing  instead  of  yelling  at 
the  midnight  that  ushers  in  a  new  twelvemonth,  we 
shall   even  hope   for  an   approach  to  a  saner  election 

night. 

^»fci 

Even  the  insignificant  postage  stamp  has  been  the 
cause  of  no  end  of  trouble,  to  say  nothing  of  blood- 
shed, and  it  is  of  record  that  the  first  attempt  to  intro- 
duce it  into  the  hermit  kiirgdom  of  Korea  in  1844  was 
attended  with  a  violent  anti-foreign  uprising,  attended 
with  shooting  and  incendiarism.  While  a  banquet  given 
by  the  postmaster-general  in  honor  of  the  opening  of  the 
newly  erected  general  postoffice  in  Seoul  was  being  held, 
an  antiprogressive  riot  broke  out  among  the  populace 
and  an  attempt  was  made  to  assassinate  the  king's  agent. 
The  disorder  continued  for  several  days,  the  postoffice 
being  burned  to  the  ground,  the  postmaster  shot,  and  the 
stock  in  stamps  in  readiness  for  the  inauguration  of  a 
national  postal  service  scattered  through  the  streets. 
Peace  was  at  length  restored,  but  nearly  ten  years 
elapsed  before  a  further  effort  was  made  to  establish  a 
postoffice  in  Korea. 


Rivaling  the  wonderful  art  of  the  deft  and  patient 
craftsmen  of  the  great  days  of  Flanders,  Italy,  and 
France,  weavers  have  finished  fifteen  of  a  series  of 
twenty-six  tapestries,  depicting  the  history  of  the  city 
of  New  York,  which  are  to  become  one  of  the  artistic 
sights  of  the  town  as  they  hang  in  the  mezzanine  gal- 
lery of  the  new  Hotel  McAlpine. 

The  tapestries  are  being  woven  by  the  Herter  Looms, 
a  New  York  institution,  and  when  the  entire  number 
has  been  finished,  they  will  have  woven  into  their 
fabric  personages  and  events,  from  the  first  settlers 
down  to  the  present.  Each  will  be  an  illustrated  page, 
or  perhaps  a  chapter,  of  the  story  of  the  metropolis, 
and,  designed  in  the  style  and  manner  of  today,  their 
production  marks  an  epoch  in  American  art.  It  is  the 
transplanting  to  the  soil  of  the  new  world  an  industry 
of  the  first  artistic  importance. 

Though  the  tapestries  will  be  produced  from  Ameri- 
can designs,  with  American  materials,  it  can  not  be  said 
that  the  work  is  the  result  of  American  weavers,  for 
the  hands  that  ply  the  threads  belong  to  men  of  French, 
Italian,  Scottish,  and  other  foreign  birth.  But  Albert 
Herter  and  his  colleagues  do  not  despair  of  ultimately 
developing  a  corps  of  skilled  American  weavers,  rival- 
ing the  craftsmen  of  the  great  days  when  tapestry- 
making  was  in  its  zenith  in  the  art  centres  of  Europe. 
Since  the  decline  of  the  tapestries  of  the  Gobelin 
looms  to  their  present  level  of  unimportance  as  art 
expression  there  have  been  efforts  here  and  there  to 
raise  the  standard  of  this  form  of  textile  decoration. 
One  of  the  most  hopeful  was  that  of  William  Morris, 
which  had  behind  it  the  ardor  and  the  knowledge  of  a 
man  of  far-reaching  influence  and  high  purpose.  But 
this,  too,  was  ephemeral,  and  so  have  been  other  at- 
tempts to  place  the  weaving  of  tapestries  of  positive 
artistic  worth  upon  a  sound  commercial  foundation. 

Splendid  pioneering  work  has  also  been  undertaken 
in  some  of  the  mills  in  Massachusetts,  notably  Fall 
River,  where  the  staple  manufacture  is  plain  and  coarse 
cotton  cloth.  Not  long  ago  there  appeared  in  that 
city  a  set  of  tapestries  woven  in  silk  on  a  power  loom 
that  were  of  remarkable  beauty.  There  is  on  display 
at  the  New  Bedford  public  library  at  present  a  small 
tapestry  woven  in  thirty  colors,  a  picture  to  excite 
marvel. 

Hand  looms,  similar  to  those  from  which  the  rag  car- 
pets of  our  grandmothers  were  spun,  are  employed  in 
the  production  of  the  New  York  tapestries,  however, 
and  they  seem  fully  capable  of  producing  any  study 
outlined  by  the  artist  preparing  the  model.  The  day 
in  which  things  of  this  sort  can  be  made  in  America 
is  a  day  that  should  sound  a  warning  in  the  ears  of 
the  mural  painter.  These  tapestries  not  only  illustrate, 
as  paintings  can  so  readily  do,  but  they  possess  beauty 
in  a  sense  denied  to  all  but  the  occasional  design 
wrought  in  paint  on  canvas. 

When  the  New  York  series  is  completed  it  will  show 
the  landing  of  the  first  governor,  Peter  Minuit,  the 
treaty  with  the  Indians,  the  escape  of  Block  and  his 
crew  from  the  burning  ship  Tiger  in  1613;  the  first 
Dutch  market  on  the  Strand,  portraits  of  Wouter  Van 
Twiller,  David  Peter  Devries,  Saint  Nicholas,  the 
town's  patron  saint,  and  other  relics  of  the  founders  of 
the  place. 

Peter  Stuyvesant  surrendering  the  fort  to  the  English 
opens  the  door  to  a  new  regime  and  in  due  time  come 
scenes  and  people  of  Colonial  days  with  the  laying  of 
the  cornerstone  of  King's  College,  now  Columbia;  the 
redoubtable  Captain  Kidd  the  notable  dinner  party  of 
Mrs.  Murray  in  September,  1776;  the  battle  of  Harlem 
Heights  and  other  Revolutionary  episodes,  and  the  oath 
of  office  administered  to  President  Washington.  The 
triumphs  of  peace,  the  steamboat  Clermont,  and  the 
opening  of  the  Erie  Canal  are  to  be  found,  and  there 
is  also  the  departure  of  the  Zouaves  for  the  Civil  War. 
High  artistic  ability,  and  absolute  correctness  of  de- 
tail are  the  necessaries  demanded  long  before  the 
weaver  begins  his  labors  with  the  colored  threads. 
After  the  composition  of  a  panel  has  been  outlined,  in 
pencil  first  and  then  on  a  small  scale  in  color,  books  of 
reference,  old  prints,  and  every  available  source  of  in- 
formation as  to  portraiture,  settings,  costume,  and  other 
details  is  consulted.  These  details  settled,  the  next 
stage  is  making  the  full-sized  cartoon.  This  is  worked 
upon  by  several  assistants  simultaneously  if  it  be  for 
a  large  panel;  the  "Battle  of  Harlem  Heights,"  for 
example,  is  to  be  forty  feet  long. 

In  painting  the  large  cartoon,  which  must  be  reversed 
from  the  way  in  which  it  is  finally  to  be  seen  on  the 
wall,  care  must  be  taken  to  use  only  a  single  tone  for 
any  division  of  the  surface.  There  is  no  painting  of 
one  tone  over  another.  The  desired  hue  is  chosen  from 
the  already  mixed  colors,  following  the  original  sketch. 
In  the  weaving  of  these  great  tapestries  imagination 
at  once  busies  itself  with  the  range  of  color  necessary 
for  the  undertaking.  Fewer  shades  are  used  than 
seems  possible,  for  it  has  been  found  that  the  series 
can  be  suitably  divided  into  as  few  as  nineteen  distinct 
hues.  Necessarily  every  artist  concerned  in  the  work 
must  use  only  the  authorized  boxes  of  paint.  There 
are  threads  dyed  to  correspond  exactly  with  these  nine 
teen  shades,  and  when  the  finished  cartoons  are  spread 
upon  the  looms  the  weavers  are  enabled  to  follow  pre- 
cisely the  color  pattern  as  well  as  the  line  a  d  mass 
pattern. 


THE     ARGONAUT 


December  28,  1912. 


DIPLOMATIC  MEMORIES. 


Mrs.    Hugh    Fraser    Writes    a    Second   Volume    of   Official 
Wanderings  in  Many  Lands. 


There  is  no  need  of  a  reminder  that  two  years  ago 
Mrs.  Hugh  Fraser  wrote  "A  Diplomatist's  Wife  in 
Manv  Lands''  or  that  it  was  received  with  that  kind  of 
gratitude  that  has  been  defined  as  a  lively  sense  of 
favors  to  come.  The  favors  have  come,  and  in  a  sur- 
prisingly short  time,  considering  the  size  of  the  new 
volume  now  before  us.  Mrs.  Fraser  has  either  an  en- 
viably good  memory  or  a  most  capacious  note-book, 
for  her  book  is  quite  as  well  filled  and  quite  as  interest- 
ing as  its  predecessor.  Indeed  it  seems  to  convey  the 
impression  of  a  background  that  is  still  well  stocked 
with  material  and  that  might  be  brought  forward  ju- 
diciously into  the  light  of  still  another  publication. 
And  the  author  is  always  judicious.  Xowhere  are  we 
allowed  to  feel  ourselves  upon  the  edge  of  political 
revelations.  Xowhere  is  there  even  a  suggestion  of 
things  that  might  be  said  but  for  the  obligations  of 
official  secrecy.  Either  Mrs.  Fraser  is  herself  a  diplo- 
mat of  no  mean  order  or  else  she  is  among  those  who 
"do  not  utter  what  they  do  not  know."  And  that  im- 
putation is,  of  course,  unthinkable. 

We  hear  a  good  deal  of  Mr.  Sam  Ward,  the  author's 
uncle,  whom  she  met  in  London  after  Mr.  Fraser's 
return  from  China.  Mr.  Ward,  we  are  told,  was  just 
then  the  fashion  in  London  and  counted  Mr.  Glad- 
stone. Lord  Rosebery.  and  the  Duke  of  Sutherland 
among  his  intimate  friends: 

Uncle  Sam  had  struck  up  a  great  friendship  with  Mr.  Glad- 
stone and  just  then  Mr.  Gladstone  was  at  the  height  of  his 
fame,  his  name  either  for  praise  or  blame  being  in  every 
mouth.  Uncle  Sam  accompanied  him  on  an  oratorical  cam- 
paign m  Midlothian,  and  once  when  things  had  gone  more 
triumphantly  than  usual,  was  even  impelled  to  make  a  speech 
of  congratulation.  As  I  have  said,  he  was  past  roaster  in 
such  arts,  but  Lord  Rosebery,  who  was  standing  at  his  elbow, 
became  alarmed  at  the  elaborate  rhetoric  of  his  opening  perora- 
tion, and  in  a  panic-struck  whisper  hissed  into  Uncle  Sam's 
ear,  "Look  out,  you're  getting  muddled  I"  "I !"  My  uncle's 
eyes  flashed  fire  as  he  recounted  the  incident  to  me  and  his 
lauch  rang  with  victory  as  he  added,  "He  didn't  know  roe,  did 
he  ?" 

When  Mr.  Fraser  was  appointed  to  Vienna  it  was 
necessary  that  Mrs.  Fraser  should  first  be  presented  at 
the  English  court,  and  we  have  an  interesting  account 
of  the  ceremony,  which  was  preceded  by  an  encounter 
with  a  certain  peeress  who  was  amusingly  uncertain 
whether  her  demeanor  should  be  warm  or  frigid  until 
she  caught  sight  of  Lady  Salisbury's  name  on  Mrs. 
Fraser's  invitation  card: 

We  were  separated  soon  after  that,  my  train  was  lifted  oft 
my  arm  and  deftly  spread  by  the  Gold-sticks,  and  the  next  in- 
stant I  was  making  my  best  "plongeon"  to  the  queen,  who 
smiled  very  kindly  down  on  me  as  I  kissed  her  hand.  I  was 
not  loo  rattled  to  notice  the  low,  clear  tone  in  which  my 
name  was  communicated  to  her  by  the  man  at  her  elbow,  or 
the  little  sideways  bend  of  the  head  with  which  she  received 
it — as  if  one  modest  name  more  or  less  could  possibly  matter 
among  the  hundreds  that  were  on  the  lists  of  the  day ! 

There  was  a  long  file  of  princes  and  princesses,  all  in  their 
best  clothes  and  proper  order,  beyond  the  queen,  and  I  was 
not  quite  sure  how  many  of  them  expected  curtseys.  I 
wanted  to  pause  before  the  princesses,  only  to  see  their  frocks 
and  jewels — for  the  poor  things'  faces  were  so  bored  and 
tired  that  they  looked  less  animated  than  their  likenesses  at 
Mme.  Tussaud's — but  my  American  soul  revolted  when  the 
men  of  the  family  stared  without  even  bending  their  heads  as 
I- passed  by,  so  I  tossed  mine  in  the  air  and  ran  right  into 
the  arms  of  the  friendly  Gold-sticks  (who  were  laughing,  the 
wretches)  and  into  the  hubbub  of  the  great  hall  beyond. 
There  I  came  to  a  sudden  standstill  to  gaze  at  one  of  the 
most  beautiful  girls  that  I  had  ever  seen — the  present  Lady 
Warwick.  She  looked  like  a  white  hyacinth  crowned  with  red. 
gold. 

The  author  has  the  warmest  admiration  for  the  Em- 
peror of  Austria,  whose  democratic  simplicity  im- 
pressed her  profoundly.  She  tells  us  of  his  weekly 
reception  day,  when  he  sits  for  hours  at  a  time  to 
hear  the  complaints  and  petitions  of  all  who  come. 
Xo  one  is  too  poor  or  humble  to  seat  himself  on  one 
side  of  the  table  while  the  emperor  sits  on  the  other, 
and  no  one  else  is  present: 

In  other  ways,  too,  the  Emperor  Francis  Joseph  is  very, 
very  dear  to  his  people ;  not  only  does  he  actually  share 
their  joys  and  sorrows  in  time  of  peace,  but  in  time  of  war 
he  has  taken  equal  risks  with  the  humblest  soldier  in  the 
ranks.  Xo  one  has  forgotten  how,  in  the  darkest  hours  of 
June  24,  1859,  the  emperor  in  person  led  his  cavalry  against 
the  French  and  Sardinian  artillery  and  infantry' :  nor  has  his 
cry  to  his  soldiers  been  forgotten — "I,  too,  am  a  married  man 
with  a  wife  and  son  at  home!"  In  every  sense  Francis 
Joseph  has  always  been  what  Princess  Metternich  called 
"a  real"  sovereign.  She  it  was,  by  the  way,  who,  on  being 
taken  to  task  by  a  Frenchwoman  for  criticizing  the  Empress 
Eugenie  of  Austria  for  smoking,  was  reminded  at  the  same 
time — "And  what  about  the  Empress  of  Austria — she  even 
smokes  big  cigars.     What  do  you  say  to  that?'" 

*'Oh,  nothing  at  all,  of  course,"  was  the  reply.  "My  em- 
press has  a  right  to  do  as  she  thinks  best  in  such  things. 
But,  then — she  is  a  real  empress,  you  see." 

Mrs.  Fraser  tells  us  a  curious  incident  in  connection 
with  the  execution  of  Joachim  Murat.  When  the  un- 
dertaker's men  entered  the  room  to  prepare  the  body 
i rial  they  found  that  it  was  headless,  the  mystery 
being  solved  only  after  the  death  of  Ring  Ferdinand. 
ten  years  later: 

Some   weeks  later,   when   the   inventory    of   the   contents    of 

King    Ferdinand's    room    was    taken    by    the    marshal    of    the 

palace,  there  was  discovered  among  them  a  small  but  weighty 

mahogany    box,    measuring    about    a    foot    each    way.    that    had 

always  bet  i  kept  by  the  king,  in   a  compartment  of  the  night 

table.    be&Je    his    bed.     It    was    locked:    but    they    could    find 

no  key  t«    it.  and  so  broke  it   open.     What   was   their  amaze- 

-to   say  the  least  of  it — on  finding,  inside,  another  box 

Dtaining  the  head  of  a  man — that  of  Joachim 

ng    Ferdinand  had  kept  it  by  him  all  through  the 

.  as  some  might  suppose,  to  gloat  over  it.  but  so  that 

ave  it  to  show  in  proof  of   Murat's  death,  in  the 


event  of  any  one  venturing  to  stir  up  a  popular  uprising  by 
personifying  the  dead  leader  of  so  many  a  desperate  adven- 
ture. 

It  seems  that  many  years  earlier  Murat  had  been 
warned  of  his  fate  by  Mile.  Lenormand,  the  celebrated 
Parisian  fortune-teller : 

Mile.  Lenormand,  described  as  a  fussy  little  woman  with 
hair  cut  short,  who  generally  wore  a  shabby  braided  jacket 
like  a  Hussar's  "dolman,"  was  the  person  invariably  consulted 
1  v  Xapoleon  I — according  to  her  own  account — prior  to  his 
campaigns;  she  it  was,  moreover,  who  foretold  to  Josephine 
her  divorce.  She  survived  them  all,  living  until  1S43.  She 
is  said  to  have  been  made  use  of  as  a  police  spy  by  Fouche — 
with  how  much  truth,  though,  it  is  hard  to  tell.  Murat  called 
upon  her  in  disguise,  some  time.  I  fancy,  during  the  years 
1808  or  1S09,  when  he  was  already  King  of  Naples  and  was 
in  hopes  of  being  promoted  to  the  throne  of  Spain.  The  old 
lady  received  him  without  comment,  as  though  taking  him 
for  an  ordinary  citizen,  and  shuffled  a  pack  of  cards,  prior  to 
handing  them  "to  him  with  the  usual  request  that  he  should 
cut  them.  This  he  did  and  turned  up  the  fatal  one — the  King 
of  Diamonds,  better  known  as  the  "Grand  Pendu."  It  must 
be  explained  that  among  the  cards  used  by  fortune-tellers, 
the  "Grand  Pendu"  is  represented  by  a  figure  hanging  by 
one  foot  to  the  gallows  :  it  is  held  to  betoken,  invariably,  death 
by  the  hand  of  the  executioner.  Four  times  in  succession  did 
the  disguised  Murat  cut  the  same  card ;  each  time  Mile. 
Lenormand  quickly  shuffled  the  pack  and  told  him  to  cut  again. 
At  last  she  ceased. 

''Let  me  try  again — just  this  once,"  pleaded  her  client. 
But  she  shook  her  head  and  rose  from  the  table. 

'"Xo,  that  is  enough,"  she  returned  with  her  habitual  brevity. 
"the  seance  is  at  an  end — and  the  fee  for  monarchs  is  ten 
louis." 

Mrs.  Fraser's  story  of  the  premature  revelation  of  the 
treaty  of  Berlin  has  a  special  interest  at  the  present 
time,  when  the  disposition  of  Turkey  is  once  more  the 
subject  of  a  European  gathering.  The  story  has,  of 
course,  been  told  often  before,  although  its  true  "in- 
wardness''' is  still  a  mvstery: 

The  exchange  of  ratifications  w-as  to  take  place  on  August 
13,  1S7S ;  the  utmost  secrecy  was  essential  in  copying  the 
form    of   ratification    from   the    treaty   itself :    and   the    person 

charged  with  this  very"  responsible  task  was   M .      I   do 

not  remember  for  certain  at  this  moment,  but  I  believe  the 
foreign  office  had  borrowed  his  services  from  the  postmaster- 
general. 

When  all  the  world  of  London  came  down  to  breakfast  one 
morning  in  those  weeks,  what  was  its  amazement  when  its 
eyes  fell  upon  the  columns  of  a  certain  paper  containing  the 
exact  text  of  the  all  momentous  treaty — some  days,  two  or 
three,  before  it  could  have  any  possible  right  to  be  there. 

As  may  be  supposed,  there  was  consternation  in  official 
circles ;  inquiries  followed  in  the  hour,  but  all  to  no  avail. 
The  thing  was  done ;  the  newspaper  in  question  had  made  an 
undeniable  "scoop*'  and  retribution,  swift  and  relentless,  de- 
scended  upon   the   unhappy   M .      His   defense   was   that 

the  document  had  been  purloined  from  his  desk  during  his 
absence;  but  it  ended  in  his  utter  downfall.  He  was  ruined 
beyond  recovery' :  and  although  he  afterwards  published  a 
pamphlet  to  prove  his  innocence  of  selling  the  information, 
as  he  was  accused  of  doing,  he  never  succeeded  in  rehabili- 
tating himself. 

The  author's  chapter  on  "North  of  the  Alps"  enables 
her  to  tell  a  good  story  of  General  Pelissier,  distin- 
guished during  the  campaign  of  the  French  against 
Abd-el-Kader  in  Algeria.  But  General  Pelissier's  dis- 
tinction was  not  of  an  enviable  kind.  He  deliberately 
suffocated  five  hundred  Arab  men,  women,  and  children 
in  a  cave,  and  yet  even  Pelissier  had  his  virtues: 

It  was  about  that  time,  too,  that  Pelissier  distinguished  him- 
self in  another  way.  Entering  a  restaurant  one  day  in  Al- 
giers, he  ordered  a  particular  kind  of  omelette  for  his  lunch — 
an  omelette  Tartare,  if  I  remember  rightly.  When  it  was 
brought  to  him,  to  his  fury'  he  saw  that  the  sauce  had  been 
poured  beforehand  over  the  omelette — for  it  happened  that 
he  preferred  to  season  it  himself.  After  heaping  abuse  on 
the  waiter,  therefore,  Pelissier  wound  up  by  throwing  the 
whole,  dish  and  all,  in  the  man's  face.  Instantly,  however, 
the  general  found  himself  seized  in  a  grasp  of  iron  and  being 
punished  as  though  he  were  a  naughty  boy.  When  the  waiter 
had  finished  with  him,  moreover,  in  order  to  make  a  thor- 
oughly good  job  of  it,  he  threw  the  bruised,  half-throttled 
Pelissier  out  into  the  street.  The  next  day,  however,  Pelissier 
made  his  appearance  at  the  same  restaurant — to  the  amaze- 
ment of  those  who  had  witnessed  the  scene  of  the  previous 
noon — as  though  nothing  had  happened.  Seating  himself,  he 
ordered  the  same  dish  of  the  same  waiter  and  this  time  the 
omelette  was  brought  to  him  with  the  sauce  in  a  separate 
vessel  and  he  received  it  with  a  word  of  thanks.  Taking  a 
louis  d'or  from  his  pocket,  he  handed  it  to  the  waiter. 
"Take  it,"  he  said,  smiling.  "You  have  earned  it,  my  friend 
— yesterday,  for  the  first  time,  I  met  my  match  !"  Which 
was  much  to  his  credit,  it  seems  to  me ! 

Incidentally  we  are  told  something  of  Count  von 
Moltke  and  of  the  accident  that  brought  him  to  the  at- 
tention of  the  emperor  and  so  proved  to  be  the  beginning 
of  his  great  career : 

It  was  said  that,  at  a  reception  at  the  German  Court,  a 
lady — a  relation,  I  think,  of  the  unfortunate  Harry  Arnim  who 
was  Prussian  ambassador  in  Rome  in  the  days  of  my  youth, 
and  who  afterwards  ended  his  career  abruptly  by  falling  out 
with  Prince  Bismarck — was  once  talking  to  Moltke.  when  they 
were  joined  by  the  old  Emperor  William.  Moltke  at  once 
withdrew,  and  the  emperor  said,  "I  will  tel!  you  something 
new  about  Moltke.  Do  you  know  that  it  was  I  who  first  'dis- 
covered' him :"  Thereupon  he  told  her  how,  many  years 
before,  some  drawings  of  fortifications  and  so  forth  made  by- 
various  officers  had  come  under  his  own  eyes,  when  Prince  of 
Prussia ;  he  had  been  astonished  and  delighted  by  one  in  par- 
ticular, the  work  of  a  certain  Moltke,  of  whom  no  one  seemed 
to  know  anything.  "Pray  keep  an  eye  on  this  man,"  the  prince 
had  said  to  those  about  him,  "he  will  surely  make  himself  heard 
of — his  work  is  simply  magnificent!"  So  that  it  really  was 
due  to  the  emperor  that  Moltke  had  thereafter  been  singled 
out  for  special  employment  from  among  his  comrades. 

The  relations  of  Yon  Moltke  with  the  emperor  were 
always  of  the  closest  kind.  "I  can  do  nothing  without 
his  sanction,"  replied  the  emperor  once  to  a  request  for 
more  troops  during  the  siege  of  Paris.  "He  will  take 
even  my  bodyguard  from  me  for  his  schemes  if  he 
thinks  fit."  The  emperor's  word,  says  the  author,  was 
"as  the  laws  of  the  Medes  and  Persians."  It  never 
changed : 

An  amusing  instance  occurred  one  day  when  his  favorite 
adjutant,  the  late  Count  Seckendorff,  presented  to  him  an 
i  fficer  upon  the  latter's  promotion  to  major.  "Gratulire.  herr 
major"    ("My   congratulations  to   you,   major"),   said   the   em- 


peror ;  whereupon  the  officer  glanced  at  him  an  instant  with  an 
expression  of  astonishment  and  delight,  bowed  and  withdrew, 
all  smiles.  Presently,  to  his  dismay,  Count  Seckendorff  dis- 
covered that  the  omcer  in  question  was  one  of  two  brothers 
and  that  it  was  the  other  one,  the  elder,  who  had  just  received 
his  majority,  the  younger,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  being  only  a 
captain.  On  explaining  his  mistake  to  the  emperor  the  latter 
replied,  "Well,  there's  nothing  to  be  done.  'Major,'  I  said — 
and  major  he  must  remain."  Upon  Seckendorff  coming  to 
him,  however,  a  few  days  later  with  the  request  that  he  might 
be  allowed  to  present  the  real  major,  the  sovereign  shook  his 
head.  "Xannu,  mein  bester,"  he  answered,  laughingly,  "zum 
zweiten  mal  fall'  ich  nicht  darin  !"  ("Xo.  no,  my  dear  fellow, 
you  don't  catch  me  making  the  same  mistake  a  second  time!"; 

The  Crown  Prince  Frederick  seems  to  have  had  a 
similar  temperament  to  that  of  his  father  and  strangely 
dissimilar  to  that  of  his  son,  the  present  emperor: 

Both  Kaiser  Wilhelm  and  his  son.  Crown  Prince  Frederick, 
were  the  simplest  of  mortals  in  their  intercourse  with  others. 
There  was  a  delightful  story  in  regard  to  this  which  my 
brother-in-law,  Oscar  von  Rabe,  used  to  tell.  As  he  was 
equerry  to  the  crown  princess  at  the  time,  he  must  bear  the 
responsibility  for  its  authenticity.  It  happened  that  the  crown 
prince  had  taken  into  his  service  a  new  man-servant,  and 
that  the  overdone,  ceremonial  obsequiousness  of  the  latter 
began  to  jar  upon  his  master.  Matters  came  to  such  a  point 
of  discomfort  at  last  that  the  servant  received  an  intimation 
to  the  effect  that  the  crown  prince  would  prefer  to  be  treated 
with  more  simplicity.  The  next  day,  when  the  crown  prince 
was  seated  writing  at  his  table,  he  suddenly  felt  himself 
tapped  on  the  shoulder  and  turned  quickly — thinking  it  was 
his  wife — to  behold  the  new  servant  standing  there  with  a 
smile  of  reassurance.  Before  the  astounded  heir  to  the  throne 
could  find  his  words,  the  man  announced  with  a  jerk  of  his 
thumb  behind  him : 

"Pappchen"   (literally,  little  papa)  "is  come  to  see  you." 

"Pbppchen! ! !  Betrunken^  ! ! !"  meaning  to  say,  "Are  you 
drunk?" — only  the  other  took  it,  apparently,  to  have  reference 
to  the  venerable  emperor.  Hence  the  delicious  answer,  as  he 
scratched  his  head  in  perplexity : 

"Betrunken?  Na' — habe  nix  bemcrkt '."  ("Drunk?  Well — 
no,  I  didn't  notice  anything !") 

Prussian  discipline  as  to  looting  was  very  severe 
during  the  war  with  France.  The  author  found  an  old 
Prussian  soldier  who  recalled  having  nearly  been  shot 
for  the  crime  of  stealing  a  goose.  He  and  his  com- 
rades had  observed  the  goose  during  the  day  and  had 
marked  it  for  their  own: 

At  dead  of  night  we  stole  one  goose.  We  took  it  far  away 
and  plucked  it,  counting  the  feathers,  oh,  so  carefully,  and  in 
a  deep  hole  we  buried  every  one,  every  smallest  one  \  We 
roasted  our  goose — we  ate — ah,  what  happiness — it  was  like 
home — till  we  could  eat  no  more,  and  then  we  buried  the 
bones  also,  deep  and  carefully.  We  looked  at  our  clothes  all 
over  many  times — there  were  no  feathers  anywhere  at  all. 
Then  we  returned  to  camp  and  slept — with  some  fright,  all 
the  same.  The  next  morning,  up  comes  the  herr  pastor  to 
report  his  goose  stolen  in  the  night  by  some  of  our  company. 
We  are  ordered  up  to  stand  in  hollow  square,  every  man  with 
his  knapsack  open  at  his  feet.  The  officers  and  the  herr 
pastor  go  round  and  look  for  goose- feathers.  They  pull  out 
everything  from  the  knapsack,  they  turn  out  our  pockets,  they 
look  in  our  hair,  in  the  seams  of  our  clothes — through  those 
many  soldiers !  If  one  little  small,  tiny  bit  of  feather  had 
been  found,  that  man  would  have  been  shot  just  then,  all  in 
a  minute — so  !  We  felt  pretty  bad,  we  four,  but  we  had  been 
so  careful  that  not  one  little  speck  of  feather  was  upon  us. 
and  so  we  got  off !  But  w^e  waited  for  our  next  gansbraten  till 
we  got  safe  back  to  the  Fatherland !" 

Space  may  be  found  for  a  final  story  of  southern  Italy 
and  of  the  frequent  gauchcrics  of  foreigners  in  their 
dealings  with  the  people.  There  was  an  Englishman 
who  made  a  point  of  asking  friendly  questions  of  the 
contadini  on  the  road.  One  day  he  stopped  a  pretty  girl 
and  asked  her  point  blank,  "Ouanti  bambini  avete" 
("How  many  children  have  you?").  "I,"  she  shrieked. 
"I  am  not  married!": 

An  Irishman  named  Mulock,  a  brother-in-law  of  the 
laureate,  Alfred  Austin,  told  us  he  had  exposed  himself  in  a 
similar  manner.  Walking  in  the  hills  he  had  met  an  ex- 
tremely pretty  girl  carrying  a  lamb.  He  smiled — she  smiled 
back,  and  asked  him  if  he  would  not  buy  her  "agnellino," 
which  she  was  taking  to  the  market.  "Io  no  compro  agnel- 
lino— ma  io  compro  voi !"  was  his  tactful  reply.  No  other 
weapon  being  at  hand,  the  lamb  was  instantly  hurled  in  his 
face. 

One  can  quite  understand  the  temptation  of  stray  bachelors 
to  try  and  have  another  look  at  some  unusually  pretty  face. 
There  was  one  woman  who  used  to  come  down  from  the  hills 
carrying  oranges  to  the  Marina ;  I  could  have  followed  her 
for  miles  for  the  mere  pleasure  of  watching  her  movements. 
She  walked  like  a  goddess,  her  superb  figure  swaying 
rhythmically  as  she  balanced  her  great  baskets  on  her  beautiful, 
proud  head.  GenerallyT  this  habit,  begun  in  childhood,  of 
carrying  weights  on  the  head  presses  early  lines  on  the  brow, 
but  this  woman's  forehead  wTas  smooth  as  marble,  her  dark 
eyes  calm  and  commanding,  her  rich  color  was  never  deepened 
by  the  feat  she  was  performing.  The  men  spoke  of  her  with 
something  like  awe — for  she  swept  down  those  rough  roads 
with  two  hundred  pounds'  weight  of  oranges  for  a  crown !  I 
never  saw  her  even  raise  her  arm  to  steady  the  enormous 
burden,  and,  except  that  the  white  column  of  her  throat  was 
held  rigid  as  marble,  there  was  nothing  to  tell  that  the  load 
was  not  one  of  flowers. 

Here  we  must  leave  a  book  of  reminiscences  that 
must  be  read  at  length  to  be  appreciated.  Mrs.  Fraser 
has  the  gift  of  the  raconteur  and  her  many  wanderings 
in  many  lands  have  supplied  her  with  material  that  no 
one  could  have  used  to  better  advantage. 

Reminiscences  of  a  Diplomatist's  Wife.  £}v  Mrs. 
Hugh  Fraser.     New  York:  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co. ;  S3  net. 


Some  of  the  piles  in  use  in  Amsterdam  are  300  to 
400  years  old.  That  part  which  is  not  in  the  ground 
in  salt  water  is  often  bored  by  a  pile  worm  near  the 
surface,  but  is  preserved  by  driving  in  nails  with  very 
large  heads,  so  as  to  give  the  pile  an  iron  coating. 
This  coating  is  then  transformed  by  the  water  into  a 
layer  of  rust,  which  protects  the  wood  from  the  pile 
worm.    This  process  must  be  repeated  every  fifteen  years. 


Ever  since  the  Gordon  riots  of  1780.  the  Bank  of 
England  has  had  military  protection.  The  military 
watch  is  set  every  night.  At  five  o'clock  it  marches 
with  bayonets  fixed  from  the  headquarters  of  which- 
ever guard's  regiment  has  the  dutv  for  the  week. 


December  28,  1912. 


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THE  LATEST  BOOKS. 

Gordon  Craig. 

Mr.  Randall  Parrish  gives  us  another  capi- 
tal story  of  adventure,  and  if  the  arm  of 
coincidence  is  somewhat  longer  than  usual  we 
may  attribute  it  to  an  overruling  fate  that 
shapes  our  ends  by  just  such  expedients, 

Gordon  Craig,  lately  returned  from  army 
service  in  the  Philippines,  has  become  some- 
thing like  a  tramp  when  he  receives  the  offer 
of  a  large  sum  of  money  if  he  will  personate 
the  heir  to  an  estate  who  is  unable  to  comply 
with  the  conditions  of  a  will  owing  to  the 
fact  that  he  is  in  prison.  The  fraud  seems 
to  be  an  innocent,  even  a  laudable  one,  and 
Craig,  being  hard  up,  accepts  the  task  and 
starts  for  the  estate  which  he  is  supposed  to 
have  inherited.  The  finding  of  some  woman 
who  will  pose  as  his  wife  is  left  to  him,  and 
the  chance  meeting  with  a  dejected  and  starv- 
ing young  woman  in  the  street  comes  oppor- 
tunely for  the  purpose.  And  here  we  have 
the  elongated  arm  of  coincidence,  for  the 
street  waif  speedily  proves  to  be  actually  the 
wife  of  the  real  heir  whom  he  turned  out  of 
doors  in  a  fit  of  drunken  rage  shortly  before 
his  arrest. 

Then  things  begin  to  move.  The  estate  is 
found  to  be  in  the  possession  of  some  mys- 
terious ruffians  who  seem  to  know  much  more 
of  the  actual  facts  than  Craig  himself.  There 
are  a  few  murders,  and  Craig  and  his  com- 
panion are  abducted  and  carried  out  to  sea  by 
a  filibustering  steamer.  Of  course  we  know 
how  everything  will  end  and  we  are  gratified 
when  the  end  comes  in  the  foreseen  way. 
Possibly  Mr.  Parrish  has  written  better  stories 
than  this,  but  certainly  none  more  full  of  in- 
cident and  adventure. 

Gordon  Craig,  Soldier  of  Fortune.  By  Ran- 
dall Parrish.  Chicago:  A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.; 
$1.35    net. 


Thy  Rod  and  Thy  Staff. 
Mr.  Benson  gives  us  another  volume  in  the 
now  familiar  vein  of  introspection  and  self- 
analysis.  He  tells  us  that  in  1909  he  re- 
covered from  a  serious  illness,  neurasthenia, 
hypochondria,  or  melancholia,  one  or  all  of 
them,  but  of  the  most  dreadful  and  afflicting 
nature.  We  are  told  all  that  can  be  told  of 
his  experiences,  and  with  the  ruthless  fidelity 
of  the  vivisector.  But  Mr.  Benson's  intention 
is  neither  neuropathic  nor  physiological.  It 
is  true  that  we  are  told  a  great  deal  about 
nerves,  and  sleeplessness,  and  dejection,  and 
ugly  things  of  the  kind,  but  these  are  inci- 
dental to  the  mental  and  spiritual  changes  that 
accompanied  disease  and  convalescence.  And 
it  may  very  well  be  that  there  are  forms  of 
bodily  and  nervous  debility  that  enhance  the 
perceptive  powers  of  the  mind  and  that  some- 
thing akin  even  to  revelation  may  compensate 
for  the  rack  of  insomnia  and  lor  the  com- 
pulsory cessation  of  normal  activities. 

Whether  these  experiences  justify  so  large 
a  book  is  another  matter.  Mr.  Benson  takes 
it  for  granted — and  doubtless  with  reason — 
that  a  large  number  of  people  wish  to  be  in- 
formed as  to  his  precise  state  of  mind  day 
by  day  and  hour  by  hour.  He  has  written 
other  books  of  the  same  kind  and  they  were 
accepted  readily,  but  whether  they  are  valued 
for  their  self-revealings  or  for  their  literary 
style  must  remain  undetermined.  For  the 
style  is  beyond  praise.  Mr.  Benson's  phrases 
are  so  loaded  with  sweetness  as  almost  to 
cloy,  and  if  there  is  a  certain  adjectival  ex- 
cess it  never  annoys.  He  writes  about  him- 
self as  though  in  answer  to  a  public  demand, 
and  he  does  so  with  such  fluency  as  to  suggest 
that  it  was  a  labor  of  love. 

Thy  Rod  and  Thy  Staff.  Ey  Arthur  Christo- 
pher Benson.  New  York;  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons; 
$1.50. 

Chaucer. 

Mr.  -  John  S.  P.  Tatlock  and  Mr.  Percy 
MacKaye,  who  are  responsible  for  the  putting 
into  modern  English  of  "The  Complete 
Poetical  Works  of  Geoffrey  Chaucer,"  remind 
us  that  this  task  has  never  before  been  done 
in  its  entirety.  To  read  Chaucer  in  the  orig- 
inal and  without  a  special  study  that  amounts 
almost  to  the  learning  of  a  language  is  now 
impossible.  And  yet  Chaucer  ought  to  be 
read,  if  only  because  he  was  a  poet  of  high 
order  whose  melody,  "which  the  modernizer 
is  so  grieved  to  disturb,"  can  be  heard  only 
by  the  trained  ear.  For  this  reason  it  is  not 
easy  to  determine  how  far  the  melody  has 
actually  been  disturbed  by  the  present  au- 
thors, but  we  may  suppose  that  the  shock  has 
not  been  very  great,  since  their  own  version 
is  always  dignified  where  dignity  is  needed 
and  always  musical  in  the  right  places.  A 
selection  at  random  of  a  few  lines  from  "The 
Knight's  Tale"  will  show  at  least  the  ease 
with  which  the  text  may  now  be  read  as  well 
as   the   care  used   to   minimize  the  changes : 

Ah,  Cupid,  who  hast  no  charity!  Ah,  kingdom 
that  wilt  hath  no  fellow  1  Full  truly  is  it  said  that 
neither  love  nor  lordship  will  have  a  partner;  and 
that  indeed  Arcite  and  Palamon  found. 

The  authors  tell  us  that  they  have  departed 
from  the  original  only  where  it  is  necessary 
to  save  their  version  from  one  or  another  of 
four  possible  stumbling  blocks  :  rhyme  and  ex- 
cessive rhythm,  obscurity,  extreme  verbosity, 
and  excessive  coarseness.  A  few  short  lyrics 
have  been  versified  in  the  original  metrical 
form.  The  result  is  an  unusually  fine  and 
readable  volume,   a  monument  of  careful  and 


competent  work.  A  word  of  special  praise  is 
due  to  the  thirty-two  full-page  colored  illus- 
trations by  Warwick  Goble. 

The  Complete  Poetical  Works  of  Geoffrey 
Chaucer.  Now  first  put  into  modern  English  by 
John  S.  P.  Tatlock  and  Percy  MacKaye.  New 
York:  The  Macmillan   Company;   $5   net. 


The  Snake. 
Mr.  J.  Inglis  Powell  tells  a  weird  story  o 
Hindu  magic,  the  kind  of  story  that  is  almost 
a  commonplace  in  India  and  that  has  a  sort 
of  incredulous  fascination  for  the  Western 
mind.  It  relates  how  the  soul  of  a  woman 
is  imprisoned  in  the  lifeless  body  of  a  snake 
and  held  in  bondage  until  it  can  escape  into 
the  body  of  some  living  woman  whom  it  would 
corrupt  and  use  for  its  own  ends.  In  telling 
bis  story  the  author  uses  the  familiar  mechan- 
ism of  a  manuscript  left  behind  him  by  an 
Englishman  who  has  lived  for  years  in  se- 
clusion in  India  and  who  makes  the  dying  re- 
quest that  the  snake  shall  be  burned  and  its 
career  of  mischief  ended  by  fire.  It  is  suf- 
ficient to  say  that  the  story  is  well  told  and 
that  the  author  makes  good  use  of  his  ma- 
terial. 

The  Snake.     By  F.  Inglis  Powell.     New  York: 
John  Lane  Company;   $1.25   net. 


Baldy  of  Nome. 
Few  better  pictures  of  dog  life  have  ever 
been  printed  than  that  of  Baldy  in  "Baldy  of 
Xome,"  by  Esther  Birdsall  Darling.  The  au- 
thor knows  Alaska  and,  better  still,  she  knows 
dogs,  and  therefore  knows  that  every  dog  has 
its  character  that  can  be  developed,  changed, 
or  repressed  at  the  will  of  its  owner.  We 
come  to  know  the  character  of  Baldy  before 
we  reach  the  end  of  this  little  story  and  of 
several  other  of  the  hardy  and  honest  dogs 
that  so  materially  help  in  the  civilization  of 
the  far  north. 

Baldy    of    Nome.      By    Esther    Birdsall    Darling. 
San  Francisco:  A.  M.  Robertson;  $1. 


Abraham  Lincoln. 
Miss  Nicolay,  the  author  of  this  very  at- 
tractive book  about  Lincoln,  will  be  remem- 
bered as  the  daughter  of  Lincoln's  private 
secretary.  When  John  Nicolay  in  conjunc- 
tion with  John  Hay  prepared  the  great  biog- 
raphy of  Lincoln  he  collected  a  large  amount 
of  material  intended  for  use  in  the  biography 
under  the  heading  of  "Personal  Traits."  This 
material  was  eventually  found  to  be  unsuited 
for  the  immediate  purpose  in  view,  but  it  was 
fortunately  preserved,  and  now  Miss  Nicolay 
uses  it  to  good  effect  in  the  delightful  and 
competent  volume  before  us.  That  her  father, 
saturated  as  he  was  with  personal  memories, 
might  have  used  it  to  better  advantage  is 
likely  enough,  and  Miss  Nicolay  hastens  to 
point  this  out,  but  the  work  has  been  done 
as  well  as  it  could  be  done  without  such  per- 
sonal memories  and  it  throws  as  admirable 
a  light  upon  Lincoln's  personality  as  any  vol- 
ume of  its  kind  that  has  been  published. 
Many  of  the  anecdotes  are  of  course  familiar, 
but  the  author  usefully  points  out  that  Lin- 
coln was  not  a  story-teller  in  the  ordinary 
sense  of  the  word,  but  that  he  used  the  anec- 
dote for  definite  and  high  aims. 

Personal  Traits  of  Abraham  Lincoln.  Bj 
Helen  Nicolay.  New  York:  The  Century  Com- 
pany;   §1.80   net. 

A  Christmas  Honeymoon. 
This  is  a  combination  of  the  love  story  and 
the  Christmas  story.  It  begins  in  Washington 
before  the  Civil  War  and  it  ends  in  the  New 
York  of  thirty  years  ago.  The  descriptions  of 
old-time  New  York  are  well  done  and  the 
story  as  a  whole  with  its  colored  illustrations 
is  worthy  of  its  double  topic. 

A  Christmas  Honeymoon.  By  Frances  Aymar 
Mathews.     New  York:  Moffat,  Yard  &  Co.;  $1  net. 


Briefer  Reviews. 
Charles  Scribner's  Sons  have  issued  an  at- 
tractive volume  of  "Christmas  Tales  and 
Christmas  Verse,"  by  Eugene  Field.  There 
are  numerous  illustrations  in  color  and  other- 
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A  story  of  how  a  number  of  happy  children 
spent  their  Christmas  in  the  city  has  been 
told  by  Abbie  Farwell  Brown  under  the  title 
of  "Their  City  Christmas"  (Houghton  Mifflin 
Company;  75  cents  net).  The  story  is  equally 
suited  to  boys  and  girls. 

Among  recent  additions  to  the  Home  Uni- 
versity Library  (Henry  Holt  &  Co.;  50  cents 
per  volume)  is  "Master  Mariners,"  by  John 
R.  Spears,  a  work  designed  "to  tell  what  the 
men  of  the  sea,  the  Master  Mariners,  have 
done  for  humanity — what  part  they  have  had 
in  the  development  of  civilization." 

Major  S.  H.  M.  Byers,  once  of  General 
Sherman's  staff,  is  the  author  of  "A  Layman's 
Life  of  Jesus,"  published  by  the  Neale  Pub- 
lishing Company  ($1  net).  Without  expecta- 
tion of  any  startling  revelation,  the  eye  of  the 
reader  is  arrested  by  a  suggestive  passage  to 
the  effect  that  a  miracle  is  not  a  violation 
of  law  but  the  application  of  higher  law.  The 
book  is  well  and  simply  written. 

Among  recent  books  on  sex  hygiene — and 
there  are  now  a  great  many  of  these — possibly 
the  best  is  "Himself,"  by  Dr.  E.  B.  Lowery  and 
Dr.  Richard  J.  Lambert  (Forbes  &  Co.;  $1). 
It  is  full  of  admirable  advice,  but  our  sym- 
pathy is  somewhat  moderated  by  the  author's 


demand  for  restrictive  legislation,  which 
would  have  no  other  result  than  to  encourage 
vice  on  the  one  hand  and  graft  on  the  other. 

"Dame  Curtsey's  Party  Pastimes,"  by  Ellye 
Howell  Glover  (A.  C.  McClurg  &  Co.;  $1 
net),  professes  to  offer  "something  new, 
something  different"  to  the  ordinary  party  en- 
tertainment and  the  claim  is  made  good. 
Pastimes  are  described  for  every  month  in 
the  year  and  for  all  sorts  and  conditions  of 
people. 

Rupert  S.  Holland  has  prepared  and  George 
W.  Jacobs  &  Co.  have  published  a  volume  of 
"Historic  Poems  and  Ballads"  with  sixteen 
illustrations.  There  are  about  sixty  of  these 
poems  and  ballads,  including  most  of  the  well- 
known  favorites,  each  being  preceded  with  a 
short  prose  description  of  the  scene.  The 
volume  appears  in  the  Historic  Series  for 
Young  People  and  is  distinctly  among  the 
books  that  are  worth  while. 

"The  Golden  Window  of  the  East,"  by  Mil- 
ton Reed  (Sherman,  French  &  Co. ;  $1.20 
net),  is  a  description  of  a  journey  through  a 
large  part  of  Asia  with  the  emphasis  upon 
India,  to  which  country  six  chapters  are  de- 
voted. The  book  is  brightly  written,  but  it 
would  have  been  better  had  the  author  given 
us  more  of  his  own  reflections  and  interpre- 
tations and  less  of  the  mere  sightseeing  that 
has  so  often  been  described  before. 

A  delightful  gift-book  for  the  intelligent 
child  is  "Heroes  and  Heroines  of  English  His- 
tory," by  Alice  S.  Hoffman,  with  illustrations 
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in  Life,"  by  Charles  Reynolds  Brown,  D.  D. ; 
"The  Signs  of  the  Times,"  by  William  Jen- 
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Our  Country  Life. 

Florence  Kinsley  Hutchinson  writes  so 
charmingly  of  country  life  as  almost  to  per- 
suade us  that  it  might  be  tolerable  for  several 
in  succession.  The  author  does  not 
content  herself  with  instructing  us  in  the  art 
of  country  living,  for  surely  to  live  away  from 
crowded  streets  and  old  book  shops  must  be 
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garden,  how  she  made  friends  with  the  birds, 
and  how  she  entertained  her  guests.  It  all 
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Religious  Insight. 
The  man  of  the  world  and  the  religionist 
may  well  join  hands  over  Professor  Royce's 
well  reasoned  definitions.  If  there  is  a  life 
of  the  world,  some  constant  factor  in  evolu- 
tion, some  plan,  model,  or  prototype  that 
shapes  events  it  is  obviously  well  to  conform 
our  lives  thereto,  and  spiritual  insight  is 
actually  a  recognition  of  the  essential  unity 
of  facts  and  their  comprehension  in  a  whole. 
After  all,  most  of  our  quarrels  are  over 
terminology  and  not  over  ideas.  In  the  main 
we  agree  about  ideas  and  so  we  need  not 
cavil  even  at  the  idea  of  salvation — in  spile 
of  a  detestable  word — when  we  understand 
that  salvation  is  the  gaining  of  "some  end 
or  aim  of  human  life  which  is  more  important 
than  all  other  aims."  Our  agreement  as  to 
the  nature  of  this  end  or  aim  does  not  matter, 
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each  one  of  us. 

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Primitive  Christianity. 

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this  valuable  work  by  Mr.  A.  S.  Garretson. 
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whole  of  the  historical  evidence  in  favor  of 
the  superhuman  incidents  in  the  narrative  of 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


431 


'THE  TYPHOON." 


The  Hungarian  author  of  ''The  Typhoon" 
has  constructed  a  melodrama  which  has  taken 
hold  because  of  its  being  possessed  of  un- 
usual features.  The  placing  of  educated 
members  of  the  Oriental  race  in  close  rela- 
tions with  Europeans  and  the  resultant  ca- 
tastrophe, is  the  theme,  the  author,  Menyhert 
Lengel,  having  endeavored  to  develop  the 
idea  of  Oriental  subtlety  and  reserve,  and  the 
single-mindedness  of  Japanese  patriotism, 
in  contrast  with  Occidental  frankness  and 
passionately  assertive   individualism. 

It  sounds  well.  So  do  the  press  notices. 
So  does  the  outline  of  the  plot ;  that  is,  from 
the  point  of  view  of  theatrical  effectiveness. 
But  to  see  "The  Typhoon''  is  to  realize  that, 
in  spite  of  hopeful  expectations,  it  is  a  work 
of  pure  stagecraft,  instead  of  art.  Stagecraft 
devoted  to  the  composition  of  a  play  will  de- 
velop very  interesting  results,  from  one  point 
of  view,  and  the  audiences  at  the  Cort  The- 
atre are  very  much  absorbed  in  the  piece  and 
very  cordial  in  their  manifestations  of  ap- 
proval toward  the  players.  And  yet  there  is 
missing  in  the  play  one  element  that  Paul 
Armstrong  considers  absolutely  necessary  to 
make  a  play  entirely  successful  in  its  appeal. 

Paul  Armstrong  can  certainly  turn  out  very 
poor  plays;  witness  "A  Romance  of  the  Un- 
derworld." "The  Deep  Purple"  I  have  never 
seen,  and,  as  has  been  said  of  the  cow  of 
kindred  color,  "I  never  want  to  see  one."  But 
he  gets  his  poor  plays  on  the  boards  because 
he  takes  heed  to  place  among  the  characters 
one  or  more  that  "the  audience,"  as  he  ex- 
presses it,   "can  love." 

Nobody  can  love  anybody  in  "The  Typhoon." 
The  author's  solicitude  to  make  the  Japanese 
characters  Orientally  impressive  results  in 
making  them  seem  like  automatons.  The  old 
professor  is  a  fool,  as  Lindner,  the  artist, 
points  out,  and  Lindner  himself  is  a  cad,  a 
particularly  odious  cad  of  the  first  water. 
The  woman,  Ilona  Kerner,  who  is  guilelessly 
billed  as  "a  young  lady  of  Berlin,"  is  a  very 
unpleasant  courtesan  who  is  accurately  de- 
scribed by  old  Joshikawa  as  "inquisitive, 
sensual,  and  steeped  in  vice."  Ilona,  indeed, 
is  the  most  notably  successful  character  in 
the  entire  "  piece.  Courtesan-like,  she  has 
squandered  away  all  emotions  save  those 
centered  in  an  assertion  of  self.  Unscrupu- 
lous in  the  minor  niceties  of  the  social  code, 
possessed  of  a  monkey-like  curiosity  over  the 
reserves  of  her  lover,  crudely  assertive  of  her 
femininity,  greedy  for  admiration,  desiring 
that  sentiment  which  is  withheld,  and  scorning 
love  that  is  freely  given,  violent  and  coarse 
when  her  vanity  is  stabbed,  and  worthless  to 
the  core,  the  woman  who  dominates  the  emo- 
tional side  of  the  apparently  impressive  Jap- 
anese patriot  is  all  courtesan  in  every  respect 
save  an  apparent  indifference  to  money. 

With  the  character  of  Tokeramo  the  author 
has  made  only  a  partial  success.  He  is  sup- 
posed to  be  the  mystery  and  subtlety  of  the 
East  incarnate.  Behind  his  impassive  fea- 
tures are  concealed  the  perilous  secrets  of  a 
hidden  statecraft.  Day  and  night  he  works, 
animated  by  a  pure  and  ardent  patriotism  for 
Nippon,  permitting  himself  but  little  relaxa- 
tion with  his  compatriots.  To  Ilona's  be- 
guilings  he  yields  in  only  partial  subjugation, 
keeping  a  close  watch  on  his  impregnable  re- 
serves. She  is  the  one  being  who  can  make 
him  temporarily  oblivious  of  his  mighty  pre- 
occupation. 

This  is  the  way  that  the  author  wishes  the 
character  to  be  outlined  to  our  view,  and  this 
is  the  manner  in  which  Walker  Whiteside 
aims  to  outline  it  I  believe  that  Mr.  White- 
side is  considered  to  have  made  a  great  suc- 
cess with  the  role,  but  it  seems  to  me  thaL 
the  impersonation,  while  very  good  in  exter- 
nal features,  is  not  sufficiently  animated  with 
the  flame  of  the  spirit. 

It  is  rather  a  difficult  thing  to  do,  as 
Tokeramo  holds  himself  so  rigidly  under  con- 
trol that  his  impassivity  restrains  the  expres 
sion  of  character,  except  to  an  actor  of  pe- 
culiarly subtle  suggestion,  which  Mr.  White- 
side is  not.  George  Arliss  could  have  done 
more,  considerably  more,  with  the  role.  Yet, 
not  to  deprive  Mr.  Whiteside  of  any  justly 
won  laurels,  he  has  very  much  pleased  the 
general  public.  His  youth,  his  slenderness, 
and  his  somewhat  softened  line  of  feature, 
assist  in  his  make-up  of  the  young  and  comely 
Japanese  student,  and  the  actor  keeps  a  close 
control    on    all    physical    expression. 

But  I  am  convinced,  from  what  I  saw  of 
Mr.  Whiteside  in  "The  Melting  Pot,"  that  the 
da*k  -and    mysterious    is    not    his    forte.      A 


something  winning  and  joyous  is  his  more 
natural  metier,  and  the  qualities  of  youthful 
attractiveness  are  too  rigidly  eliminated  from 
Tokeramo's  impassible  mask  for  us  to  become 
acquainted  with  the  better  side  of  Mr.  White- 
side's  talent. 

With  Florence  Fisher  it  is  different.  The 
actress  has  a  very  clear  conception  of  the 
character  of  Ilona,  and,  except  for  a  certain 
artificiality  of  tone  which  characterizes  the 
performance  as  a  whole,  she  is  extremely 
successful  in  conveying  it.  At  all  times  when 
she  is  on  the  stage  she  is  the  dominant  figure 
in  our  interest.  Her  strong,  penetrating,  un- 
musical voice  suits  the  insistent  self-absorp- 
tion of  Tokeramo's  mistress.  Miss  Fisher 
throws  herself  with  abandon  into  the  frenzied 
expression  of  Ilona's  outraged  self-love,  and 
after  Tokeramo  has  stabbed  the  taunting, 
shrieking  she-thing,  the  dramatic  landscape 
loses   in   vividness. 

Including  Tokeramo,  there  are  ten  Japanese 
characters  in  "The  Typhoon."  They  are  care- 
ful'y  made  up  and  acted,  all  the  conceptions 
being  in  line  with  a  studied,  baffling  uni- 
formity of  manner.  The  note  of  the  bizarre 
is  unquestionably  struck  by  the  author,  but  his 
conception  of  the  Japanese  strikes  me  as 
founded  on  imaginings  as  gleaned  from  his 
readings,  instead  of  from  studies  of  life. 

The  room  in  Tokeramo's  house,  which,  by 
the  way,  is  very  handsomely  gotten  up,  con- 
tains a  mingling  of  Occidental  and  Oriental 
comforts  and  conveniences.  But  when  the 
Japanese  fraternity,  freed  of  the  presence  of 
European  interlopers,  rearrange  the  room 
with  an  elimination  of  its  European  features, 
it  is  far  too  crowded  and  ornate  for  a  Jap- 
anese taste.  Still,  judged  by  average  stand- 
ards, the  whole  scene  is  acceptable  to  the 
tastes  of  play-goers.  The  quick  transition, 
and  the  relinquishment  by  the  Japanese  of 
their  masks,  make  for  that  theatrical  effective- 
ness already   mentioned. 

For,  although  Menyhert  Lengel  has  not 
written  a  really  fine  play,  he  has  made  on 
the  whole  rather  a  notable  contribution  to  the 
theatrical  literature  of  the  day,  due  to  a  pro- 
nounced theatrical  instinct  that  he  possesses. 
Although  his  Japanese  characters  move  and 
speak  with  deliberation,  and  allow  long. 
Oriental  pauses,  there  is  at  all  times  plenty 
of  action.  And  action  is  what  the  American 
public  adores.  There  is  also,  in  spite  of  the 
preponderance  of  male  characters,  plenty  of 
the  woman  interest,  which  is  what  the  love- 
greedy  public  always  wants. 

Melodrama,  of  course,  is  always  viewed 
from  a  different  standpoint  from  legitimate 
drama,  and  "The  Typhoon"  is  unquestionably 
melodrama.  But  the  author  has  the  instinct 
for  melodrama  with  the  sophisticated  instead 
of  the  primitive  thrill,  and  he  makes  his  melo- 
drama as  much  like  life  as  his  knowledge  and 
observation    will    permit. 

And  then  the  ethical  idea  of  the  piece, 
without  which  all  plays  are  as  chaff,  has  not 
been  done  justice  to.  In  spite  of  the  dis- 
agreeableness,  or  repellent  effect  of  the  char- 
acters as  a  whole,  "The  Typhoon"  has  its 
appeal  to  the  sense  of  idealism.  It  is  patriot- 
ism, devotion  to  one's  country — the  utter  ab- 
negation of  self  before  that  mighty  call.  It  is 
for  this  that  Tokeramo  burns  out  his  youth 
and  life  in  a  holy  devotion  of  service ;  for 
this  that  Hironari,  that  his  country  may  not 
be  deprived  of  Tokeramo's  indispensable 
services,  assumes  the  guilt  of  the  young 
statesman's  crime.  The  motive  supplies  a 
good  working  lever  from  which  to  operate 
the  plot,  and  could,  indeed,  do  duty  in  a  play 
of  much  greater  artistic  value. 

The  company  in  general  representing  the 
piece  does  careful,  conscientious  work.  There 
is,  however,  some  guiding  influence,  either 
Mr.  Whiteside's  or  the  stage  director's — 
probably  that  of  the  latter — with  artificial 
standards  in  acting.  This  obscures  the  effect 
of  an  otherwise  very  creditable  representa- 
tion. Miss  Fisher  broke  away  from  it,  thus 
strengthening  and  increasing  her  effects.  Hu- 
bert Wilkie  yielded  utterly  to  it.  Of  course 
he  was  impersonating  an  extremely  disagree- 
able character,  but  Mr.  Wilkie's  acting  was 
laid  on  in  big,  high-colored  smears,  and  al- 
though his  is  a  stage  figure  not  easily  waved 
away,  his  work  was  far  from  admirable. 

Stephen  Wright  had  a  pretty  good  make-up 
in  the  character  of  old  Siwash.  (Never  mind 
his  Japanese  name;  you'll  never  remember  it) 
But  he  might  have  given  the  ancient  Japanese 
Metternich  the  wrinkled,  old-ivory  mask  that 
some  player  constructed  so  artistically  in 
"The  Darling  of  the  Gods." 

Taken  as  a  whole  the  production  is  marked 
by  costliness,  elaboration,  and  care  ;  no  actor, 
even  in  the  most  insignificant  role,  slights  his 
part,  and  the  prospects  are  that  "The  Ty- 
phoon" will  have  a  good  run. 

Josephixe  Hart  Phelps. 


Donald  Brian,  Rose  Stahl,  John  Drew, 
Mme.  Nazimova,  and  Eddie  Foy  are  among 
the  stars  to  scintillate  at  the  Columbia  The- 
atre during  'the  first  few  months  of  the  new 
year. 

«•»■ 

On  New  Year**  Eve 

Italian-Swiss  Colony  Golden  State,  Extra 
Dry,  California's  "Grand  Prix"  champagne, 
will  be  served  at  every  hotel,  restaurant,  and 
cafe. 


THE  MUSICAL  SEASON. 

Galston's  Piano  Recital. 

Gottfried  Galston,  the  Munich  pianist,  will 
be  heard  in  recital  under  the  local  direction 
of  Frank  W.  Healy  at  the  Cort  Theatre,  Sun- 
day afternoon,  December  29.  A  programme 
of  such  uniform  excellence  as  to  appeal  most 
emphatically  to  even  the  most  exacting  will 
be  given. 

The  visit  of  Gottfried  Galston  to  San  Fran- 
cisco has  been  one  of  the  most  interesting  in- 
cidents of  the  musical  season.  Mr.  Galston 
was  loudly  acclaimed  before  his  arrival  in 
America  as  a  "master"  pianist,  worthy  of  the 
utmost  consideration.  His  first  American  ap- 
pearance was  in  New  York  City,  November 
2,  1912.  Without  a  single  exception  the  New 
York  critics  devoted  to  him  columns  of 
praise;  W.  J.  Henderson,  New  York  Sun; 
H.  E.  Krehbiel,  New  York  Tribune;  Richard 
Aldrich,  New  York  Times;  and  Henry  T. 
Finck,  New  York  Evening  Post,  being  espe- 
cially  complimentary. 

The  critics  of  Chicago  endorsed  the  opin- 
ions of  their  New  York  brethren,  and  the 
San  Francisco  press  has  proclaimed  Galston 
for  his  eminent  talent. 

Mr.  Galston's  greatest  work  is  done  in  re- 
cital, and  the  programme  that  he  will  give 
at  the  Cort  Theatre  next  Sunday  afternoon 
is  virtually  the  same  that  he  gave  in  New 
York.  The  large  seating  capacity  of  the  Cort 
Theatre  makes  it  possible  so  to  arrange  the 
schedule  of  prices  as  to  appeal  to   every  one. 

Mr.  Galston's  programme  for  Sunday  after- 
noon follows : 

Bach Prelude    and    Fugue,    D    Major 

(Arranged    by    Busoni) 

Schumann Sonata,    G    Minor 

Presto    Andante    Scherzo    Prestissimo 

Gluck Melody    (arranged    by    Sgambati) 

Gluck Gavotte    (arranged  by   Brahms) 

Brahms Intermezzo,    Op.    119 

Brahms Yalse,    Op.    39 

Chopin Three   Studies 

Op.    10,    No.    12,    C    Minor 
Op.    10,    No.    2,    A    Minor 
Op.    10,    No.   5,   G  Flat   Major 

Chopin Nocturne,    F    Sha,rp    Major 

Chopin Ballade,    G    Minor 

Strauss-Schulz-Evler Arabesque  on  the   Valse: 

"An  der  schonen  blauen  Donau" 


The  Seventh  Symphony  Concert. 

This  is  vacation  week  for  the  members  oi 
the  San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra,  and 
the  musicians  are  to  enjoy  a  surcease  from 
labor  of  five  days.  No  rehearsal  is  announced 
until  December  28,  and  no  concert  until  Fri- 
day, January  3. 

The  seventh  Symphony  concert  will  be 
given  Friday  afternoon,  January  3 ,  and  a 
programme  of  uniform  excellence  has  been 
arranged  by  the  music  committee,  embracing 
the  Brahms  Symphony  No.  3 ;  Concertstueck 
for  violoncello  and  orchestra,  the  work  of 
Henry  Hadley,  and  which  will  introduce  to 
San  Francisco  the  art  of  Arthur  Hadley, 
'cello  soloist  of  the  orchestra.  Arthur  Had- 
ley came  to  San  Francisco  direct  from  the 
Boston  Symphony  Orchestra  and  it  is  ex- 
pected that  he  will  reveal  notable  qualities  as 
a  'cellist.  The  other  numbers  on  the  pro- 
gramme comprise  the  Debussy  march  on  the 
"Theme  Populaire,"  and  Weber's  overture, 
"Euryanthe." 

Seats  will  be  placed  on  sale  at  the  music- 
store  box-offices  and  the  Cort  Theatre  on 
Monday  next. 

Greatest  of  Pianists — Godowsky. 

For  his  first  attraction  in  the  month  of  Jan- 
uary, Manager  Will  L.  Greenbaum  will  offer 
no  less  a  personage  than  the  great  Godowsky, 
and  in  this  case  the  word  "great"  is  used  ad- 
visedly, for  undoubtedly  Godowsky  is  the 
"master-pianist"  of  them  all.  In  fact,  at  the 
Royal  Conservatory  of  Vienna  he  is  at  the 
head  of  the  "Master  School  of  Pianists,"  for 
which  he  holds  a  special  title  and  position 
from  the  Austrian  government.  At  the  ap- 
pearances of  so  noted  a  star  local  music-lovers 
of  course  expect  specially  big  things  in  the 
way  of  piano  programmes  as  well  as  in  their 
performance,  and  Manager  Greenbaum  prom- 
ises that  they  will  not  be  disappointed. 

Godowsky,  whose  art  is  described  as  "The 
last  word  in  piano-playing,"  will  give  two  re- 
citals at  the  Columbia  Theatre  on  the  after- 
noons of  January  5,  and  12.  His  first  pro- 
gramme will  include  Brahms's  Variation  and 
Fugue  on  a  theme  by  Handel ;  a  series  of  free 
adaptations  by  Godowsky  on  themes  by  Co- 
relli,  Rameau,  Dandrieu,  and  Loielly,  the  So- 
nata in  B  minor  by  Chopin,  a  group  of  Liszt 
works  and  Godowsky's  Metamorphosis  on 
Strauss's  "Die  Fledermaus." 

At  the  second  concert  Godowsky  will  give 
another  great  programme,  which  will  include 
works  by  Brahms,  Grieg,  Godowsky,  and 
Liszt.  He  will  play  his  own  "Walsermasken." 
also  his  arrangement  of  Strauss's  "Artist's 
Life"  waltzes,  and  by  special  request  Liszt's 
B  minor  sonata. 

Mail  orders  for  the  above  concerts  are  now 
being  received  by  Will  L.  Greenbaum  at  his 
box-offices  at  the  music  stores.  The  seat  sale 
starts  on  Thursday  morning,  January  2,  at 
both  offices.  In  Oakland  Godowsky  will  give 
a  remarkable  programme  of  gems,  including 
Beethoven's  "Appassionata"  Sonata,  the 
Chopin  Sonata  in  B  minor,  the  one  including 
the  Funeral  March ;   Schumann's  "Carneval," 


and  a  group  of  smaller  Chopin  works.  Mail 
orders  for  the  Oakland  concert  may  be  sent  to 
Manager  H.  W.  Bishop  at  Ye  Liberty  Play- 
house. 


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PIANIST 

Direction    -    Frank  W.  Healy 

at  the  CORT  THEATRE 

Sunday  afternooD,  Dec  29,  1912 

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ORCHESTRA 

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Seventh  Symphony  Concert 

CORT  THEATRE 

Friday  afternoon,  Jan.  3,  1913 

at  3:15  o'clock 

SoloUt.  ARTHUR  HADLEY,  Violoncello 

PROGRAMME: 

Brahms Symphony  No.  3 

Hadley 

KonzerUtueck  for  Violoncello  and  Orchestra 
ME.  ARTHUR  HADLEY 

Debussy -   . 

. , .  .March  e'cosunse  sur  tin  Theme  Populaire 
i  First  time  in  San  Francisco) 

Weber Overture.  Euryanthe 

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Theatre,  and  Kohler  &  Chase's. 

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December  28,  1912. 


VANITY    FAIR. 


Amid  the  many-toned  cacklings  of  the  hy- 
gienist  and  the  food  faddist  we  may  detect 
one  note  of  sterling  common  sense.  It  comes 
from  Sir  George  Birdwood,  who  is  all  kinds 
of  a  scientific  guy,  including  a  laureate  of 
the  French  Academy  and  professor  of  anat- 
omy and  physiology  at  Bombay.  And  Sir 
George  tells  us  to  eat,  drink,  and  be  merry, 
because  we  shall  die  tomorrow  anyway,  and 
ihe  only  way  we  can  postpone  the  inevitable 
tomorrow  is  by  taking  no  dietetic  thought  of 
it.  And,  come  to  think  of  it,  did  you  ever 
study  over  the  opinions  given  by  octogenarians 
of  their  length  of  days?  We  always  assume 
that  these  doddering  old  people  know  the  pre- 
cise reasons  for  their  longevity,  just  as  we 
assume  that  beautiful  women  can  always  give 
us  a  recipe  for  loveliness.  But  whether  these 
venerable  old  ruins  know  anything  or  not, 
they  always  pretend  to,  and  they  always  ex- 
plain their  length  of  days  by  their  undeviating 
habit  of  breaking  all  the  laws  of  health. 
They  sleep  with  their  window  shut — and  by 
the  way  an  eminent  London  doctor  has  just 
said  that  we  ought  to  sleep  with  our  windows 
shut,,  because  we  become  animals  when  we 
are  asleep,  and  animals  hate  fresh  air — they 
know  nothing  about  starch,  or  proteids,  or 
germs;  they  smoke,  they  drink  whisky,  they 
break  the  Sabbath,  believe  in  free  silver  and 
mince  pie  before  going  to  bed,  and  do  all 
the  other  things  that  the  medical  sharps  get 
themselves  into  the  Sunday  supplements  by 
telling  us  not  to  do.  And  yet  nothing  but 
an  axe  can  persuade  these  old  fossils  that 
heaven  is  their  home.  And  perhaps  they 
really  do  know  something  about  health.  Is 
there  any  one  who  studies  food  charts  and 
strives  to  procure  the  due  proportions  of 
starch,  carbons,  sugars,  and  proteids  ?  That 
man  shall  not  live  beyond  fifty.  Is  there  any 
one  who  seeks  to  escape  the  agile  germ,  who 
sterilizes  things  and  wonders  how  he  shall 
avoid  the  sprightly  bacteria?  The  angel  of 
death  shall  gather  him  in  before  he  is  sixty. 
Is  there  any  one  who  seeks  to  regulate  his 
life  according  to  the  rules  laid  down  by  the 
"eminent  physician"?  He  shall  be  cut  off  in 
the  flower  of  his  youth.  Is  there  any  one 
who  dreads  contagion  or  who  is  apprehen- 
sive of  his  heredity?  His  days  shall  be  few 
in  the  land.  And  if  we  had  intelligence 
enough  to  recognize  the  plain  facts  that  are 
before  our  eyes  we  should  know  that  these 
judgments  are  good  ones. 


We  have  tried  earnestly  and  with  a  humble 
and  a  contrite  heart  to  understand  some  of 
the  initial  complexities  of  the  simple  life,  and 
we  retire  from  the  field,  beaten,  baffled,  hu- 
miliated. How  we  have  yearned  for  the 
simple  life,  prayed  for  it,  worked  for  it. 
When  Pastor  Wagner  first  came  to  America 
with  his  incendiary  teachings  we  vowed  that 
we  would  live  the  simple  life  if  we  died  in 
the  attempt,  that  no  difficulties  should  daunt 
us,  that  henceforth  body  and  soul  should  be 
bent  to  the  one  pursuit  of  simplicity.  But 
now  it  is  all  over.     Henceforth  we   shall  do 

as  we  please. 

It  is  the  advice  to  wives  that  has  been  is- 
sued by  the  Simple  Life  Association  that  has 
finished  us.  It  seems  a  pretty  underhand  trick 
to  sic  our  wives  on  to  us,  and  just  as  we 
were  trying  to  be  good.  And  with  such  coun- 
sel as  this,  too.  Here  is  the  first  of  three 
rules :  "Teach  your  husband  to  abstain  from 
meat  and  intoxicating  drink."  Well,  I  guess 
not.  Nut  cutlets  for  dinner,  flanked  with  pro- 
teid  potatoes,  and  followed  by  uric-acid-free 
wholemeal  marmalade  roll.  And  a  glass  of 
apple  juice.  And  this  villainy  is  supposed  to 
promote  the  simple  life  !  Now  we  are  trying 
to  be  calm,  judicial,  equable,  but. if  any  at- 
tempt is  made  to  foist  this  atrocity  upon  us 
after  a  hard  day's  work  there  will  be  a  pyro- 
technic display  of  the  simple  life  that  will 
probably  lead  to  police  remonstrances. 

And  just  consider  the  second  of  these 
rules.  "Receive  him  after  absence  with  tact." 
There  are  more  divorces  due  to  conjugal 
"tact"  than  all  other  causes  put  together.  If 
there  is  anything  that  arouses  a  man  to  blind 
and  paralytic  fury  it  is  a  display  of  tact. 
Now  if  these  simple  life  people  had  advised 
the  woman  to  tell  her  husband  exactly  what 
she  thought  of  him,  and  in  that  variety  of 
unstudied  language  that  arises  unbidden  to 
the  lips  in  moments  of  emotional  inspiration, 
they  would  not  only  have  helped  the  sacred 
cause  of  domestic  harmony,  but  they  would 
have  proved  that  they  really  do  know  some- 
thing of  the  simple  life.  Can't  they  under- 
stand that  the  simple  life  means  living  with- 
out rules  and  not  with  rules,  that  it  means 
;ictiny  without  premeditation  instead  of  by 
system  ?  Can't  they  understand  that  the 
simple  life  means  doing  what  you  please  with- 
in the  limits  of  decency,  doing  it  when  you 
pli  a  and  how  you  please?  There  is  no  sim- 
plicity is  doing  something  that  you  don't  want 
to  do  merely  because  you  are  idiot  enough  to 
believe  that  it  is  good  for  you.  That  is  not 
simplicity.  It  is  complexity,  elaboration,  in- 
tricacy, li  I  feel  that  I  should  like  a  little 
midnight  repast  in  a  downtown  restaurant  with 
pate  de  foie  gras  and  some  of  those  cunning 
liquids  'avored  by  civilization  I  am  leading 
U  life  when  I  do  these  things.  But 
'.ran.  not  liking  bran,  and  because  I 
i    to  be  good  for  me,  I  am  not  leading 


the  simple  life  at  all,  but  the  complex,  intri- 
cate, and  elaborate  life.  Therefore  let  us 
lead  henceforth  the  really  simple  life.  It  is 
the  only  life  of  true  virtue,  and  therefore  the 
only  truly  happy  life.  Let  us  eat  and  drink 
whatever  we  please,  so  that  our  days  may  be 
long  in  the  land.  And  if  our  wives  should 
attempt  to  teach  us  to  "abstain  from  meat," 
if  they  should  attempt  the  slightest  display 
of  "tact"  upon  any  occasion  whatsoever,  we 
will  remember  our  new  and  noble  principles 
and  we  will  act  toward  them  with  that  ele- 
mental simplicity  that  we  have  made  the 
guiding  star  of  our  lives. 


A  woman  of  forty-seven  who  believes  the 
assurances  of  a  beauty  doctor  that  he  can 
make  her  beautiful  and  who  pays  $800  for 
the  transformation  seems  to  deserve  all  that 
she  gets,  and  it  is  hard  to  understand  why 
she  should  be  awarded  $18,000  because  the 
transformation  was  not  what  she  thought  it 
would  be.  When  Mrs.  Mina  Smith  went  to 
New  York  in  order  to  submit  to  the  ministra- 
tions of  Dr.  Pratt  she  ought  to  have  known 
that  while  there  was  no  giddy  eminence  of 
mental  and  moral  loveliness  to  which  she 
might  not  legitimately  aspire,  her  day  for 
physical  beauty  was  drawing  to  its  close. 
Doubtless  Dr.  Pratt  did  his  best  for  her.  It 
may  have  been  his  misfortune  rather  than  his 
fault  that  his  patient  now  has  a  "badly  con- 
torted face,  deeply  disfigured  with  purplish 
marks."  Things  do  turn  out  unexpectedly 
sometimes,  and  the  unforeseen  may  happen 
even  in  medical  circles  that  are  too  orthodox 
to  include  the  beauty  doctor.  For  example, 
we  have  heard  of  people  who  have  undergone 
"eminently  successful"  operations,  but  who 
were  so-  unfortunate  as  to  die  a  few  hours 
later.  In  the  same  way  Dr.  Pratt  might  have 
maintained  that  his  operation  was  eminently 
successful,  but  that  unfortunately  his  patient 
became  homelier  than  she  was  before. 


When    the    meek,     retiring    oyster 

Is    abstracted    from    his    bed 
In    a   manner   rather  shocking, 
'  He    is    very    far    from    dead. 
When  we  prod  his  private  person, 

(Though  his  heart  seems  still  and  cold) 
We  convulse  bis  constitution 

With  an  agony  untold. 
Now  instead  of  adding  lemon, 

'Twould   be   vastly   more   humane 
To    anoint    his   tiny    features 

With  a  sprinkling  of  cocaine. 

When  we  add  a  pinch  of  pepper 

Just   to    give    the    menu    zest, 
We   envelop   him   in    suffering, 

That  rends  his  tiny  breast; 
And  a  touch  of  hot  tabasco 

To  his  person,    it  appears, 
Brings  a  gush  of  untold  anguish 

That  is  far  too  deep   for  tears. 
So  instead  of  adding  condiments 

That  give  him  needless  pain, 
Let  us  spray  the  little  fellow 

With   a    dash    of    Sauce    Cocaine. 

— Jacob   J.   Liebson,    in   Life. 


When  Mrs.  C.  F.  Kennedy  found  a  pearl  in 
an  oyster  while  dining  at  the  Hotel  La  Salle 
in  Chicago  the  assistant  manager  claimed  the 
jewel  on  behalf  of  the  hotel,  but  the  more 
discriminating  manager  decided  that  it  be- 
longed to  the  lady,  since  she  had  bought  the 
oyster  and  was  entitled  to  all  that  the  oyster 
contained. 

Of  course  she  was.  A  pearl  is  a  thing  that 
properly  belongs  to  an  oyster,  and  although 
pearls  are  rarely  found  in  the  restaurant  va- 
riety there  is  always  the  possibility,  and  that 
possibility  is  included  in  the  price  of  the 
oyster.  Now  if  Mrs.  Kennedy  had  found  a 
diamond  ring  or  a  pair  of  shoes  in  the  oyster 
there  might  have  been  some  valid  claim  on 
the  part  of  the  hotel,  since  such  things  are 
not  the  natural  appurtenances  of  the  oyster. 

Suppose  the  ordinary  restaurant  were  to  lay 
claim  to  every  clam  found  in  the  clam  chow- 
der. You  may  say  that  the  analogy  is  far 
fetched,  since  clams  are  never  found  in  the 
clam  chowder.  But  let  us  suppose  it  for  the 
sake  of  argument.  The  restaurant  proprietor 
might  argue  that  any  clam  found  under  such 
circumstances  must  have  been  lost,  stolen,  or 
strayed  and  that  ordinarily  speaking  it  was  not 
a  conceivable  contingency  that  it  should  find 
its  way  into  the  chowder.  But  the  law  would 
be  against  him.  The  law  would  fetch  forth 
some  hoary  old  tradition  to  the  effect  that 
clams  were  once  associated  with  chowder  and 
it  would  maintain  that  the  purchaser  of  the 
chowder  was  fairly  entitled  to  his  treasure 
trove.  It  would  allow  him  to  keep  that  clam, 
to  swallow  it,  frame  it,  stuff  it,  or  do  any- 
thing else  he  pleased  with  it.  It  would  be 
regarded  as  his  clam.  And  it  is  the  same 
with  the  pearl  in  the  oyster.  The  fact  that  a 
pearl  has  been  found  in  a  restaurant  oyster, 
and  not  for  the  first  time  either,  encourages 
us  in  the  wild  hope  that  in  our  humbler  walk 
in  life  we  may  one  day  find  a  clam  in  the 
chowder.  And  so  we  give  notice  to  all  and 
sundry  that  we  shall  retain  that  clam  and 
make  good  our  rights  of  possession  over  it. 


"My  dear,"  said  Mr.  N.  to  "Mrs.  N.,  "what 
name  did  I  understand  you  to  call  the  new 
hired  girl?"  "Japan,"  replied  Mrs.  N.,  briefly. 
"And,  pray,  why  such  an  odd  name,  my 
dear?"  "Because  she  is  so  hard  on  China."— 
Detroit  Free  Press. 


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December  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


433 


STORYETTES. 


Grave  and  Gay,  Epigrammatic  and  Otherwise. 


"Private"  John  Allen  went  to  visit  an  old 
friend  at  a  hospital  in  New  Orleans.  The 
invalid  was  being  fed  on  a  diet  of  eggs  and 
cherry,  and  Allen  asked  him  how  he  liked  it. 
"John,"  said  the  friend,  sadly,  "it  would  be 
ail  right  if  the  egg  was  as  new  as  the  sherry 
and   the  sherry   as  old  as   the   egg." 


A  very  prominent  man  recently  died  and 
shortly  after  a  friend  of  the  family  called  to 
condole  with  the  widow.  The  caller  had  been 
a  very  warm  friend  of  the  deceased,  and  as 
he  was  about  to  depart  he  asked  :  "Did  Will 
leave  you  much  ?"  "Oh,  yes,  indeed,"  re- 
sponded the  widow,   "nearly   every  night." 


Graham  B.  Nichol,  who,  being  the  best 
poker  player  in  the  national  capital,  plays  with 
some  of  Washington's  biggest  and  richest 
men,  was  being  told  one  morning  of  a  game 
the  evening  before  when  a  stranger  had  lost 
an  immense  sum  of  money.  "That's  always 
my  luck !"  lamented  Nichol.  "Whenever 
there's  a  lot  of  soup  around,  I'm  about  twelve 
blocks  away  with  a  fork  in  my  hand." 


In  the  days  when  the  Clyde  was  navigable 
to  Glasgow  for  only  very  small  vessels,  a 
steamer  stuck  in  the  mud  near  Renfrew  and 
the  skipper  was  not  sparing  in  strong  lan- 
guage. While  waiting  for  the  rising  tide  he 
saw  a  little  girl  approaching  the  river  with  a 
bucket  to  fetch  some  water.  This  was  too 
much  for  the  poor  captain,  and,  leaning  over 
the  side,  he  thus  addressed  her:  "If  you  tak' 
ae  drap  o'  water  oot  here  till  I  get  afloat,  I'll 
warm  yer  ear  for't." 


The  managing  editor  was  disappointed  and 
he  told  the  city  editor  so.  "Why  didn't  you 
print  that  story  young  Pounder  turned  in  last 
night?"  he  wanted  to  know.  "Which  story?" 
asked  the  city  editor.  "The  one  about  the 
crazy  man  scattering  money  through  the  down- 
town streets.  That  was  a  good  story,  and  full 
of  interest.  It  would  have  been  exclusive, 
too.  I  see  the  other  paper  hasn't  got  it." 
"Well,  I  didn't  print  it  because  I  thought  it 
one  of  Pounder's  fakes."  "What  made  you 
think  so  ?"  "It  stands  to  reason.  If  it  had 
been  true  Pounder  wou'.d  have  been  following 
him  yet." 

Mr.  Levi  is  a  kind-hearted,  conscientious 
man,  an  example  of  what  Maeterlinck  calls 
"our  anxious  morality."  But  he  is  also  Ger- 
man, and  spends  the  pennies  hard.  He  has  a 
hired  man  who  says,  "Mr.  Levi's  queer;  he 
wants  me  to  work  all  the  time  he  has  me 
hired  for,"  Mr.  Levi  also  has  a  young  horse 
that  balks.  "If  you  would  just  let  me  take  a 
whip  to  him  once!"  the  hired  man  expostu- 
lated, exasperated  and  yet  dominated  by  the 
other's  point  of  view.  Mr.  Levi  looked  at 
him  uneasily ;  stood  first  on  one  foot,  and 
then  on  the  other.  "Aint  there  nothin'  else 
you  could  be  doin'  ?'  he  asked,  "till  he  gets 
ready  to  start?" 

A  Chicago  man  who  has  a  son  at  Cornell 
took  occasion  while  on  the  way  home  from 
New  York  recently  to  stop  off  for  the  pur- 
pose of  seeing  how  the  boy  was  getting  along. 
It  happened  to  be  just  after  the  Cornell  foot- 
ball team,  which  has  undergone  many  hu- 
miliating experiences  this  season,  had  been 
beaten  by  Colgate.  "How  are  things  going 
with  the  Cornell  football  team  ?"  the  father 
asked,  pretending  to  be  seeking  information. 
"The  Cornell  football  team  !"  the  young  man 
exclaimed  with  all  the  disgust  that  he  could 
put  into  his  tones ;  "it  has  been  beaten  by 
everything   except   the   Colonial    Dames  !" 


der.  He  came  up,  called  for  a  rope  and  went 
under  again.  Again  he  rose  to  the  surface. 
"If  you  don't  throw  me  a  rope,"  he  sputtered 
angrily,  "I'm  going  to  drop  this  anvil." 


Jake  Tannenbaum  owns  a  theatre  in  Mo- 
bile. Furthermore  he  exercises  great  care  in 
his  scrutiny  of  the  bills  any  company  wishes 
to  present  in  his  house.  One  morning  he  re- 
ceived from  a  celebrated  Shakespearean  actor 
the  list  of  plays  to  be  put  on  during  a  run 
of  seven  days.  "I  see  here  'Romeo  and 
Juliet,'  "  said  Jake,  running  his  finger  down 
the  list,  "and  I  will  stand  for  that.  But  I 
shrink  when  I  think  of  that  fellow  playing 
Romeo.  And  here's  'Hamlet.'  No  living  man 
can  play  Hamlet  as  he  should  be  played.  And 
here  is  'Othello' !"  At  this  point  Mr.  Tannen- 
baum leaped  out  of  his  chair  and  hung  on  the 
ambient  atmosphere  a  long  and  lingering 
groan.  "It  is  too  much,"  he  cried,  in  anguish. 
"I  am  no  fanatic.  I  am  not  a  crazy  man  on 
the  race  question.  But  I'm  a  son  of  a  gun  if 
I'm  going  to  have  in  my  theatre  any  black 
man  handing  out  a  lot  of  mushy  talk  to  a 
white  woman  !" 


'Gene  Stevens  had  a  friend  who  was  very 
sick  and  the  friend  had  had  a  good  doctor, 
but  the  doctor  was  puzzled  about  the  case. 
So  a  consultation  was  held.  Four  other  doc- 
tors came,  looked  wise,  shook  their  heads, 
talked  it  over  together  and  went  away.  Then 
the  first  doctor  summoned  the  patient's  wife. 
"I  am  sorry  to  tell  you  that  your  hus- 
band is  in  a  bad  way,"  he  said.  "If  he  is  re- 
ligiously inclined  I  should  advise  that  you 
send  for  a  minister  without  delay."  "Yes, 
doctor.  Shall  I  get  just  one  minister  or  will 
he  need  a  consultation?" 


Pat  applied  at  the  wharf  for  work  as  a 
stevedore.  He  was  only  four  and  a  half  feet 
in  height,  and  the  boss  was  dubious.  "We're 
loading  300-pound  anvils  into  that  steamer," 
said  he,  "and  a  little  runt  like  yourself 
couldn't  handle  'em."  "Try  me,"  said  Pat. 
And  the  boss  put  him  to  work.  Pat  hustled 
the  anvils  aboard  all  right.  The  cargo  was 
nearly  all  stowed  in  the  hold  when  the  boss 
heard  a  splash.  He  ran  to  the  rail  and,  look- 
ing over,  saw  Pat  struggling  in  the  water. 
-<-—-  nip  a  rope  !'  he  yelled,  as  he  went  un- 


A  diplomat,  at  a  dinner  in  Washington,  dis- 
cussed the  Crown  Prince  of  Germany.  "He 
gives  his  poor  father  a  lot  of  trouble,"  the 
diplomat  said,  with  a  frown.  "The  Reichstag 
incident,  where  he  showed  open  disapproval 
of  the  Kaiser's  peace  policy,  is  only  one  of 
many  similar  incidents  that  the  public  hears 
nothing  about.  A  friend  of  mine,  one  winter 
night,  was  skating  with  the  crown  prince  at 
St.  Moritz,  in  the  Swiss  Engadine.  The  sky 
glanced  and  glittered  splendidly  with  its  host 
of  stars,  and  my  friend,  pointing  to  a  star  of 
marvelous  brilliance,  said :  'I  wonder  what 
star  that  is  ?'  'Doubtless,'  said  the  crown 
prince,  with  a  sneering  laugh,  'it  is  some  new 
decoration  my  father  has  seen  fit  to  honor 
the  Ruler  of  the  heavens.'  " 


A  musician,  seated  far  out  on  a  wind-swept 
pier  at  Atlantic  City,  was  telling  stories  about 
composers.  "Dr.  Richard  Strauss,"  he  said, 
"visited  America  before  he  achieved  world 
fame,  and  the  sapient,  cock-sure  critics  of 
New  York  were  very  hard  on  him.  In  fact, 
they  were  so  hard  on  him  that  Dr.  Strauss 
has  not  yet  either  forgotten  or  forgiven  them. 
The  wound  is  still  raw.  It  still  bleeds."  The 
musician,  regarding  with  an  absent  smile  the 
slow,  lazy,  graceful,  dives  of  a  school  of  por- 
poises in  the  tumbling  blue  water,  continued  : 
"I  had  the  honor  last  year  of  attending  one 
of  Dr.  Strauss's  rehearsals  in  Munich.  It  was 
a  new  symphony ;  very  beautiful,  but  very 
bizarre.  In  the  middle  of  it  the  composer 
rapped  his  desk  impatiently  and  called  to  the 
double  bassoon :  'Why  don't  you  play  the  F 
sharp  that  is  marked  ?'  'Because  it  would 
sound  wrong — that  is  why.'  Dr.  Strauss  gave 
a  harsh  laugh  and  shouted  :  'Himmel !  Are 
you  a  New  York  critic  in  disguise?'  " 


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Sig.  Greenebaum Chairman  of  the  Board 

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THE  MERRY  MUSE. 


■Which  Do  You? 
Some  persons  get  up  with  the  lark, 

And  others,  be  it  said, 
Go  out  and  have  their  little  lark 
Before  they  go  to  bed, 

— Boston   Transcript. 


A  Maligned  Flower. 
A  lot  of  poems  I    have   read 
Tell    what    the    violet    has    said; 

Some   quote    the    rose,    and    some 
The  pansy.      But  you  must  agree, 
Although   some  call  it  loud,   that  we 
Find    the    chrysanthemum. 

— Kansas    City    Star. 


To  E.  Z.  Mark,  Book  Buyer. 
Quoth    Pneuritcli    collector    of   books, 
As  he  bought  Teddy  Roosevelt,  de  luxe: 
"I'm  not  a  Bull  Moose 
But  I've  a  bully  excuse: 
I'm  stuck  on  de  looks  of  de  books!" 
— Edward  Porter,  in  the  Philadelphia  Record. 


Commerce  and  Art. 
An   ordinary  playhouse,    unendowed, 

The  seats  all   filled  and  all  the  boxes  taken; 
A  blaze  of  lights,  a   happy,    careless  crowd, 

Material,   irreverent,   laughter-shaken; 

A  comedy  by  Shakespeare  or  by  Shaw, 
Something  poetical   or  controversial, 

A    first-rate   play,    performed   without   a   flaw: 

All  right,  of  course.     But,  oh,  it's  so  commercial! 

A  temple  dim,  about  a  quarter  filled, 
A  cloistral   place  to   Culture  dedicated, 

A  knot  of  worshipers,  uplifted,  thrilled, 
Ey  thoughts  unutterable  agitated; 

A  play  by  Strindberg  or   Euripides — 

A  joyous  skit  to  solace  and  refresh  us — 
Something  to   edify  if  not  to  please: 

It's  not  well  done.     But,  oh,  it  is  so  precious! 
— Chicago  Tribune. 
-*♦.» — — 

He  (in  fashionable  restaurant) — That's 
Archie  Temple.  Very  good  chap,  but  bit  of 
a  recluse.  Simple  life  and  all  that  sort  of 
thing.  She — Really!  He  doesn't  look  a  bit 
like  it.  He — Fact !  Had  it  from  his  own  lips. 
Said  he  often  dines  at  home  as  many  as 
three  or  four  times  a  month. — Punch. 


"Who's  the  thin  little  man  with  the  melan- 
choly expression?"  "That's  Hummer,  the 
poet,  who  wrote  the  beautiful  verses  with  the 
refrain,  'Life  is  what  you  make  it — you  can 
make  it  glad.'  He  suffers  from  chronic  dys- 
pepsia."— Cleveland  Plain   Dealer. 


Hokus — So  she  didn't  return  your  love,  eh  ? 
Pokus — Return  my  love  ?  Why,  she  didn't 
even  return  my  presents. — Toivn  Topics. 


Wells  Fargo  Nevada  National  Bank 

OF  SAN   FRANCISCO 
N.  E.  cor.  Montgomery  and  Market  Sti. 

Capital.  Surplui  and  Undivided  Profia...$l  1.131. 055.03 

Depots 26.624.329.28 

Total  Resource! 48.089,62 1 .37 

Isaias    W.    Hellman President 

I.    W.   Hellman,  Jr.  ..  .Vice-President 

F.    L.    Lipman Vice-President 

James  K.  Wilson  Vice-President 

Frank    B.    King Cashier 

W.   McGavin    Asst.  Cashier 

E.    L,   Jacobs Asst.  Cashier 

C.  L.   Davis Asst.  Cashier 

A.   D.   Oliver Asst.  Cashier 

A.  B.   Price Asst.  Cashier 

directors: 
isaias  w.  hellman  hartland  law 

joseph  sloss  henry  rosenfeld 

percy  t.  morgan  james  l.  flood 

f.  w.  van  sicklen  j.  henry  meyer 

wm.  f.  herrin  a.  h.  payson 

john  c.  kirkpatrick         ciias.  j.  deering 
i.  w.  hellman,  jr.  james  k.  wilson 

a.  christeson  f.  l.  lipman 

WM.    HAAS 

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The    following  branches   for  receipt  and  pay- 
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THE    ARGONAUT 


December  28,  1912. 


PERSONAL. 


Notes  and  Gossip. 
A  chronicle  of  the  social  happenings  dur- 
ing the  past  week  in  the  cities  on  and  around 
the    Bay   of   San    Francisco    will   be   found   in 
the  following  department: 

The    engagement    of    Miss    Frances    Phelps    and 

-     Belden,     Jr.,     was    announced    at    a 

□    given    by    Miss    Margaret    Belden   at    the 

Franceses   Club-      Miss   Phelps   is   the  daughter  of 

and    Mrs.    L.    G.    Phelps    of    Pasadena.      Mr. 

Belden  is   the  only   son  of   Mr.   and    Mrs.    Charles 

Belden  of  Ross  and  the  grandson  of  the  late  Mr. 

and  Mrs.  Josiah  Belden  of  New  York. 

Mr.    and    Mrs.    William    Hinckley    Taylor    enter- 
tained   eighteen    guests    at    a    dinner    at    the    Hotel 
lay  evening,  preceding  the  ball  given 
and    Mrs.    Emory    Winship    at    the    Fair- 
mont HoteL 

Miss  Helen  Johnson  was  hostess  at  a  dinner  a: 
the  Fairmont  Hotel  complimentary  to  Miss  Mar- 
garet Casey,  in  whose  honor  the  ball  was  given. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Carter  P.  Pomeroy  entertained 
a  group  of  young  people  at  a  dinner  at  the  Fair- 
mont Hotel  and  later  attended  the  ball. 

Mr.  Gordon  Armsby  gave  a  dinner  and  theatre 
party  Monday  evening  and  with  his  guests  arrived 
at  the  ball  about  midnight. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Othello  Scribner  also  gave  a  din- 
ner before  the  dance. 

Miss  Dorothy  Baker  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
last  week  at  the  Town  and  Country  Club  in  honor 
of  Miss  Beatrice  Nickel,  the  debutante  daughter 
of    Mr.    and    Mrs.    J.    Leroy    Nickel. 

Miss  Otilla  Lane  gave  a  dinner  Thursday  even- 
ing, preceding  the  dance  given  by  Miss  Jennie 
Stone  at  the  Fairmont  Hotel. 

Mrs.    Ryland    Wallace    was    hostess    at   a    dinner 

last   evening,    when   she    entertained   a    number    of 

young    people    who    attended    the    dance    given    by 

Mrs.    J.    W.    Bothin    in    honor    of    her    daughter, 

Genevieve  Bothin. 

Dr.    James    W.    Keeney    and    Mrs.    Keeney    will 

give  a  dinner  Monday  evening  for  their  daughter, 

Miss   Helen   Keeney.      Later,  with   her  guests.   Miss 

g  ]   to  the  informal  dance  to  be  given 

by     Mrs.     Kittle,     who     will    entertain    the    young 

Is  of  her  grandchildren,  Miss  Jean  Boyd  and 

Mr.    Kittle  Boyd. 

Dr.  Cullen  F.  Welty  and  Mrs.  Welty  have  is- 
sued invitations  to  a  dance  New  Year's  eve  at 
their  home  in  Presidio  Terrace. 

Miss  Christine  McNab  was  hostess  Saturday 
evening  at  a  dinner  in  honor  of  Miss  Katiebel 
McGregor. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Orville  C.  Pratt  gave  a  dinner 
Friday  evening  complimentary  to  Miss  Helen 
Garritt 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cameron  entertained  in 
honor  of  Miss   Dorothy  Dean. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  6.  G.  Miller  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Silas  Palmer  gave  dinners  the  same  evening, 
the  latter  affair  having  been  in  honor  of  Miss 
Henriette   Blanding. 

Mrs.  Virginia  Ford  was  hostess  at  a  bridge-tea 
at  the  Hotel  Bellevue  complimentary  to  Mrs. 
Judis. 

Mrs.  George  Boardman  entertained  a  number 
of  her  friends  at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  on  Cali- 
fornia  Si 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frederick  W.  Sharon  will  enter- 
tain a  number  o  f  friends  at  a  dinner  Tuesday 
evening,  preceding  the  New  Year's  eve  dance  to 
be  given  bv  Dr.  Harry  L.  Tevis  at  the  Palace 
Hotel. 

\Yake6eld  Baker  entertained  a  group  of 
young  girls  at  a  tea  in  honor  of  her  daughter, 
Miss  Marion  Baker,  who  is  home  from  an  Eastern 
school. 

Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  was  hostess  recently  at  a 
luncheon  and  bridge  party  at  her  home  on  Green 
Street. 

Mr.   and    Mrs.  Harry  Holbrook  will  give  a  din- 
ner Tuesday  evening,  preceding  Dr.  Tevis's  dance. 
Mr.     and     Mrs.     John    Yaughan     Rounsfell    wii! 
give  an  eggnog  party  New  Year's  day. 

The  young  people  who  will  return  next  week 
to  their  Eastern  schools  and  colleges  will  be  en- 
tertained at  a  dance  Thursday  evening  at  the 
California  Club.  The  patronesses  of  the  affair 
arc  Mrs.  John  W.  Mailliard,  Mrs.  William  E. 
Mrs.  Arthur  Page,  and  Mrs.  Perry  Eyre. 
Colonel  Lea  Febiger,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Eebigcr 
gave  a  reception  Saturday  afternoon  at  their  home 
in  the  Presidio  in  honor  of  Coloqel  James  M. 
Arrasmith,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Arrasmith,  who 
have  arrived  from  Manila  to  reside  in  the  Pre- 
sidio. 


Movements  ana  Whereabouts. 

Annexed  will  be  found  a  resume  of  move- 
ments to  and  from  this  city  and  Coast  and 
the  whereabouts  of  absent  Caufornians : 

Judge  W.  W.  Morrow  and  Mrs.  Morrow  are 
the  guests  of  their  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Cap- 
tain Augustus  Fcchteler.  U".  S.  A.,  and  Mrs.  Fech- 
telcr,  at  their  home   ir  D.   C. 

Mr.   ai  ,:-  Davis   Pillsbury  will  leave 

tomorrow  for  a  brief  visa  in  the  East. 


Mr.  Spencer  Brown  will  leave  next  Friday  for 
his  home  in  the  East.  He  has  been  spending  a 
few  weeks  with   his  relatives  in  this  city. 

Mr.  Gardener  Williams  and  his  daughter,  Miss 
Dorothy  Williams,  have  returned  to  their  home  in 
Washington,  D.  C,  after  having  spent  several 
weeks   in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dixwell  Davenport  have  come 
from  Seattle  to   reside  permanently  in  this  city. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Vincent  Whitney  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  J.  C.  Wheeler  have  gone  to  Monterey  to 
spend  a   few  days. 

Mrs.  William  Boericke  has  returned  from  the 
East,  where  she  has  been  visitng  her  son-in-law 
and  daughter.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Symmes. 

Mr~.  C.  O.  Richards  and  her  daughters,  the 
Misses  Ruth  and  Katherine  Richards,  have  re- 
turned to  their  home  in  San  Diego  after  a  visit 
with  Miss  Lucy  Bancroft,  at  whose  home  Miss 
Ruth  Richards  was  for  several  weeks  seriously  ill 
with    pneumonia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  E.  Bothin  are  contem- 
plating leaving  in  February  for  Europe.  They 
will  spend  several  weeks  on  the  Riviera. 

Among  others  who  may  go  abroad  this  winter 
are  Miss  Kate  Stone  and  her  niece,  Miss  Dorothy 
Baker. 

Mrs.  Horace  Hill  and  her  son,  Mr.  Horace  Hill, 
Jr..  have  arrived  from  New  York  and  are  at  the 
Fairmont   Hotel. 

Mrs.  Fletcher  Ryer  is  en  route  to  Paris,  where 
she  will  join  her  daughter,  Miss  Doris  Ryer,  who 
is   attending   Mme.    Payen's   school. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Nichols  have  returned  to 
their  home  in  Montana  after  a  visit  with  Bishop 
William   Ford   Nichols  and   Mrs.    Nichols. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Gerberding  and  her  daughter, 
Miss  Beatrice  Gerberding,  are  established  at  the 
Fairmont  Hotel  for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Otis  Johnson  are  here  from  Fort 
Bragg  to  spend  the  holidays  with  Mrs.  Johnson's 
parents,    Mr.   and   Mrs.   Harvey  A.    Marvin. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  Lowe  (formerly  Miss 
Emily  Johnson),  of  Raymond,  Washington,  are  the 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  R.  Johnson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  C.  Chamberlin  have  re- 
turned from  Canada  and  will  leave  next  Friday 
for  Boston,  where  they  will  visit  Mr.  Chambet 
lin's  relatives. 

Miss  Floride  Hunt  will  leave  tomorrow  for  Chi- 
cago to  visit  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Geissler  en 
route  to  Washington,  D.  C,  where  she  will  be  the 
guest  of  her  uncle  and  aunt.  Judge  William  Hunt 
and  Mrs.  Hunt.  Miss  Hunt  will  later  go  to  An- 
napolis to  visit  Lieutenant  James  Parker,  TJ.  S.  A., 
and  Mrs.  Parker  (formerly  Miss  Julia  Langhorne 
of  this   city). 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  S.  Tevis  and  their  sons, 
the  Messrs.  Lloyd,  Gordon,  Lansing,  and  Wil- 
liam Tevis,  Jr.,  left  Monday  evening  in  their  pri- 
vate car  for  Bakersfield,  where  they  will  spend 
the  holidays.  They  were  accompanied  by  Miss 
Lee  Girvin.  Miss  Ysabel  Chase,  and  Mr.  Douglas 
Alexander. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Thomas  and  their  daugh- 
ter. Miss  Gertrude  Thomas,  have  returned  from 
Southern  California- 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Claus  August  Spreckels,  who  ar- 
rived Thursday  from  New  York,  are  contem- 
plating leaving  in   February  for  Florida. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Douglas  S.  Watson  have  gone  to 
Coronado   to   remain  over   the  holidays. 

Mrs.  Philip  Van  Home  Lansdale  of  this  city 
and  her  sister,  Mrs.  George  Hood,  of  Philadelphia, 
have  recently  been  the  guests  of  Commander  Vic- 
tor Blue  and  Mrs.  Blue  at  their  home  in  Washing- 
ton, D.  C. 

Mrs.  E.  B.  Clement  has  returned  from  a  visit 
in  the  East  and  is  with  her  son-in-law  and  daugh- 
ter, Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dixwell  Hewitt,  at  their  home 
on  Broadway. 

Mrs.  George  H.  Lent  returned  Monday  from 
New  York,  where  she  has  been  spending  the  past 
six  weeks. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Templeton  Crocker  closed 
their  home  in  San  Mateo  Friday  and  are  settled 
for  the  winter  on  Laguna  Street,  where  they  are 
again  occupying  the   Barkan   residence. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  have  returned 
from  a  brief  visit  in  New  York  and  are  estab- 
lished for  the  season  in  their  town  house  on 
Pacific   Avenue. 

Mr.  George  Howard,  Jr.,  who  has  been  ill 
since  his  return  from  college,  is  convalescing  at 
his  home  in  San  Mateo. 

Mrs.  R.  P.  Schwerin  has  returned  from  an  ex- 
tended visit  in  New  York  and  Washington,  D.  C. 
She  was  accompanied  from  New  York  by  her 
daughter.  Miss  Arabella  Schwerin,  and  Miss  Gene- 
vieve Bothin,  who  have  been  attending  Briarcliff- 
on-the-Hudson. 

Mr.  Frederick  Hellman  has  returned  to  New 
York  after  a  brief  visit  with  his  brother  and 
sister-in-law,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Horace  G.  Hellman. 
He  will  later  go   to   South  America. 

Miss  Harriet  Stone  has  returned  from  Santa 
Barbara,  where  she  has  been  visiting  Miss  Mar- 
guerite   Doe. 

The  Messrs.  "Mountford  and  Russell  Wilson 
have  come  home  from  their  Eastern  schools  to 
spend  the  holiday  vacation  with  their  parents,  Mr. 
and    Mrs.    Mountford    S.   Wilson. 

Lieutenant   Frederick   C.    Miller,    U.    S.    A,    and 
-Mler    have    returned    from    a    year's    resi- 


A  Happy  New  Year 

Can  easily  be  made  happier  by  the 
presentation  of  a  box  of  our  famous 
candies.  They  are  doubly  attractive 
in  the  beautiful  holiday  boxes,  the 
handsomest  ever  shown  in  San  Fran- 
cisco.    $1.50  to  $15  the  box. 

2^  Please  Order  Early 


130  Post  Street 


ROYAL 

BawngPowder 

Adds  Healthful  Oualitiestoihefood 


dence  at  Jefferson  Barracks  and  will  be  the  guests 
of  Mrs.  Miller's  mother,  Mrs.  W.  H.  Miner,  in 
San  Mateo  until  after  the  holidays,  when  they 
will  leave  for  Fort  Seward,  Alaska. 

Captain  Conrad  Babcock,  U.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Babcock,  who  have  recently  gone  to  West  Point, 
will  leave  next  month  for  Fort  Ethan  Allen,  Ver- 
mont,  to    reside  indefinitely. 

Captain  Edward  A.  Sturgis,  TJ.  S.  A.,  and  Mrs. 
Sturgis,  who  are  spending  the  holidays  with  Mrs. 
A.  S.  Montgomery,  will  visit  Captain  Sturgis's 
mother  in  Seattle  before  going  to  Arizona  to  re- 
side. 

General  Arthur  Murray,  U.  S.  A,  Mrs.  Mur- 
ray, and  their  daughter.  Miss  Sadie  Murray,  will 
leave  next  month  for  Washington,  D.  C,  for  an 
indefinite    stay. 


"Ben-Hur,"  the  International  Spectacle. 

The  big  new  production  of  ''Ben-Hur" 
which  Klaw  &  Erlanger  will  present  at  the 
Columbia  Theatre  on  Monday  evening,  Jan- 
uary 6,  and  the  two  weeks  following,  was 
planned  and  built  with  the  idea  of  surprising 
English  theatre-goers  during  the  run  of  the 
elaborate  spectacle  at  the  Drury  Lane  The- 
atre last  season.  That  the  enterprise  of  the 
American  managers  was  not  in  vain  was 
amply  shown  by  receipt  records  rising  be- 
yond anything  hitherto  known  even  in  that 
historic  playhouse,  which  has  never  been 
rivaled  by  any  other  theatre  in  the  English 
metropolis.  In  fact  the  brilliant  success  of 
General  Wallace's  religious  story  in  its  thrill- 
ing dramatic  form  was  the  beginning  of  what 
the  English  critics  described  as  "the  Ameri- 
can Invasion."  It  was  also  the  cause  of  a 
change  of  attitude  towards  theatre  products 
of  American  ownership,  which  revulsion  of 
feeling  has  borne  good  fruit  for  Klaw  &  Er- 
langer's  musical  comedy  "The  Pink  Lady," 
and  the  lovely  stage  portraiture  of  "Rebecca 
of  Sunnybrook  Farm."  The  hearty  reception 
of  these  dissimilar  but  excellent  types  of 
their  kind,  caused  William  A.  Brady  to  launch 
in  London  "Ready  Money,"  Charles  Klein 
"The  Third  Degree"  under  the  title  of  "Find 
the  Woman,"  and  Henry  W.  Savage  "Every- 
woman."  None  of  these  plays  failed  to  at- 
tract our  English  cousins,  and  by  their  robus. 
success  effaced  a  long  standing  prejudice  be- 
tween the  critics  and  producing  managers  of 
the  two  countries  with  the  gratifying  result 
that  many  of  the  London  theatres  have  been 
occupied  and  profited  by  American  plays 
stamped  with  home  approval. 

Altogether  "Ben-Hur"  is  the  most  notable 
and  enduringly  successful  spectacular  produc- 
tion brought  forward  in  the  last  generation, 
and  aside  from  its  stirring  incidents  and 
exalting  spirit,  it  gives  to  the  growing  army 
of  those  concerned  with  the  highest  welfare 
of  the  stage  new  heart  and   fresh   hope. 


Sembrich  Here  Soon. 

Mme.  Marcella  Sembrich,  the  most  popular 
of  all  the  operatic  sopranos,  and  probably  the 
best  all-round  concert  star  on  the  stage  today, 
whose  brilliant  voice  is  the  greatest  exponent 
of  the  true  "bel-canto"  and  whose  art  is  of 
the  most  musicianly  type,  will  be  the  next 
great  vocalist  to  be  ottered  by  Manager  Green- 
baum.  Mme.  Sembrich  has  not  appeared  in 
opera  for  many  seasons  now,  and  her  fine 
voice,  rested  from  the  exigencies  of  the  hard 
grind  of  the  opera,  is  now  fresher  and  purer 
than  ever  before.  On  her  present  tour  critics 
in  all  the  cities  in  which  she  is  appearing 
have  been  extravagant  in  their  praises  of  her 
singing    and    her   marvelous    vocal    equipment. 

On  her  present  tour  Sembrich  is  accom- 
panied by  Gutia  Casini,  a  seventeen-year-old 
Russian  lad,  who  is  proclaimed  to  be  a  great 
genius  on  the  violoncello.  Also  with  the  star 
is  Frank  La  Forge,  the  splendid  accompanist 
and  composer-pianist. 

Sembrich  will  sing  at  the  Columbia  Theatre 
on  two  Sunday  afternoons,  January  1 9  and 
26,  and  on  Friday  afternoon,  January  24,  at 
Ye  Liberty  in  Oakland.  Mail  orders  for  the 
San  Francisco  concerts  should  be  sent  to  Will 
L.  Greenbaum,  care  of  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co. 
For  the  Oakland  concert  to  H.  W.  Bishop  at 
Ye  Liberty  Playhouse. 


Late  in  January  Manager  Greenbaum  will 
offer  exceptional  joint  concerts  by  Corlnne 
Ryder-Kelsey  and  Claude  Cunningham.  Mme. 
Kelsey  is  the  foremost  concert  soprano  in 
America  and  Mr.  Cunningham  occupies  the 
same   position   as  a  baritone. 


The  opening  of  the  new  Tivoli  Opera  House 
next  March  will  be  a  great  opera  festival. 


Death  of  J.  Cheever  Goodwin. 
J.  Cheever  Goodwin,  once  a  well-known 
newspaper  man  and  the  author  of  the  libretti 
of  forty  successful  musical  comedies,  died  De- 
cember 18  at  his  home  in  New  York,  aged 
sixty-two.  His  first  successful  piece  was  the 
book  of  "Evangeline,"  composed  to  the  music 
of  Edward  Rice  in  1874.  Other  successes  fol- 
lowed, among  them  being  "  Wang,"  written  for 
De  Wolf  Hopper  in  1891 ;  "Dr.  Syntax," 
"Panjandrum,"  "The  Merry  Monarch,"  "The 
Devil's  Deputy,"  "Lion  Tamer,"  "Lost, 
Strayed,  or  Stolen,"  and  "Daughters  of  the 
Revolution." 


Perle  Barti,  the  prima  donna  of  "The  Rose 
Maid,"  will  give  a  holiday  dinner  to  sixty-five 
associate  members  of  the  company.  The  din- 
ner will  take  place  Sunday  night,  December 
29,  at  one  of  the  downtown  restaurants.  The 
kiddies  of  the  company  were  given  quite  a 
surprise  the  other  night  when  the  members 
of  the  company  brought  to  their  view  a 
gorgeously  decorated  Christmas  tree  covered 
with   beautiful   gifts. 


The  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  R.  C. 
Brown  has  been  brightened  by  the  advent  of 
a  son.  Mrs.  Brown  was  formerly  Miss  Ruth 
McNutt  of  this  city. 


The  home  of  Captain  Pierce  Murphy,  U.  S. 
A.,  and  Mrs.  Murphy  has  been  brightened  by 
the  advent  of  a  daughter. 


Hand- Made  Cabinet  Work 

Prompt  Attention  to  Orders 

W.  R.  McCULLUGH 

cabinet  maker 

68  Webster  Street 


Have  juu  ever  siuppeQ  to  think  what  it  would 
mean  were  you  to  lose  any  of  your  valuable 
papers  ?  Why  not  obviate  all  possibility  of  this 
by  renting  a  safe  deposit  box  in  our  vault? 
$4  per  year. 

Crocker  Safe  Deposit  Vaults 

JOHN  F.  CUNNINGHAM,  Manager 
CROCKER  BUILDING         Post  and  Market  Su. 


ENJOY  THE  WEEK-END  AT 


£ry  SAN  yM  ATE  ^' 

See  the   Polo  Games  at 

San  Mateo  each  Sunday 

Auto  Grill  and  Garage.  Special  attention  to 
auto  parties.  Unusually  low  winter  rates  now  in 
effect  mate  this  the  ideal  place  for  winter  resi- 
dence. JAMES  H.  DOOL1TTLE,  Manager 


PALACE  HOTEL 

Situated  oa.Market  Street 
In  the  centre  of  the  city 

Take  any  Market  Street  Car  from  the  Ferry 

Fairmont  Hotel 

The  most  beautifully  situated  of 
any  City  Hotel   in   the  World 

Take  Sacramento  Street  Cars  from  the  Ferry 

TWO  GREAT  HOTELS 
under  the  management  of  the 

Palace  Hotel  Company 


December  28,  1912. 


THE    ARGONAUT 


THE  CITY  IN  GENERAL. 

All  the  proposals  for  bonds  for  parks,  the 
Sutro  property,  the  aquatic  park,  and  the  Twin 
Peaks  project  were  beaten  at  the  election 
last  Friday  by  many  thousand  votes,  al- 
though the  Sutro  proposition  came  the  nearest 
to  carrying.  The  only  majority  polled  against 
any  proposition  was  recorded  against  the  Twin 
Peaks  $200,000  for  parking  purposes.  Com- 
plete figures  for  the  five  propositions  are  as 
follows: 

For         Against 

Sutro   propertv    28,616         17,405 

County  hospital   and  jail 35,185  11,297 

Aquatic  park   23,201         22,665 

Twin  Peaks   21,980         23,198 

Police-fire    signal    system 30,394         15,225 

Total  vote    47,238 

Necessary    to    carry 31,492 


Open-air  Christmas  eve  exercises  were  held 
for  the  third  time  at  Lotta's  fountain.  Mme. 
Bernice  de  Pasquali  sang,  Gottfried  Galston 
played  a  piano  solo,  Paul  Steindorff  con- 
ducted a  big  orchestra  in  appropriate  selec- 
tions, a  vested  choir  sang  Christmas  glees, 
and  Mayor  Rolph  made  a  brief  address.  The 
multitude  in  attendance  signified  its  appre- 
ciation of  each  number  on  the  programme. 
The  event  was  under  the  auspices  of  the 
Call.  . 

An  army  of  1200  children  and  their  parents, 
captained  by  Santa  Claus  and  equipped  with 
a  caravan  of  twenty  truckloads  of  toys  and 
sweets,  took  part  Wednesday  in  the  open-air 
celebration  of  Christmas  at  Golden  Gate 
Park.  The  weather  was  perfect,  and  the 
event,  planned  and  managed  by  many  kind- 
hearted  women  of  San  Francisco,  gave  pleas- 
ure to  many  who  might  otherwise  have  found 
little  of  gladness  in  the  holiday  season. 


"The  Toad,"  the  tragedy  successfully  pro- 
duced at  Carmel  last  summer,  was  given 
Thursday  evening  at  the  Valencia  Theatre  by 
the  Antoine  Club  of  California  for  the  benefit 
of  the  Columbia  Park  Boys'  Club.  The  play 
was  written  by  Mrs.  Bertha  Newberry  and  is 
a  drama  of  ancient  Egypt.  Perry  Newberry, 
husband  of  the  author,  took  a  prominent  part 
in  the  production,  and  members  of  the  Eng- 
lish Club  of  the  University  of  California  also 
were  in  the  cast. 


The  board  of  public  works  has  adopted  a 
plan  presented  by  the  city  engineers  for  the 
moving  of  the  building  of  the  Commercial 
High  School  from  Grove  and  Birch  Streets 
to  the  new  site  at  Van  Ness  and  Fell-  The 
building,  which  weighs  80,000  tons,  will  be 
moved  through  Grove  Street  to  Van  Ness 
Avenue  to  Fell  Street.  The  building  is  to  be 
moved  to  make  way  for  Civic  Centre  opera- 
tions.   

The  Right  Reverend  Edward  J.  Hanna,  If. 
D.,  recently  appointed  auxiliary  bishop  of  San 
Francisco,  arrived"  last  Saturday  from 
Rochester,   New   York. 


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FOYER  AND  BOX-OFFICE  CHAT. 

Last  Week  of"  The  Rose  Maid"  at  the  Columbia. 
"'The  Rose  Maid"  will  continue  to  be  the 
most  popular  attraction  in  San  Francisco  for 
a  third  and  last  week  at  the  Columbia  The- 
atre. The  closing  week  of  the  local  engage- 
ment, which  begins  Sunday  night,  will  no 
doubt  be  the  largest  of  the  three  in  point  of 
attendance,  which  is  the  best  possible  indica- 
tion that  theatre-goers  have  found  "The  Rose 
Maid*'  one  of  the  most  entertaining  musical 
offerings  of  the  current  season.  To  Perle 
Barti,  Edward  Gallagher,  Ida  Van  Tine, 
Jeannette  Bageard,  Harry  Lester  Mason, 
Juliette  Lange,  Harley  Knoles,  Leo  Stark, 
Henry  Coote,  and  the  others  of  the  long  list 
of  principals,  each  and  every  member  of  the 
large  chorus,  and  to  those  who  compose  the 
special  chorus  under  the  direction  of  Fred 
Walz,  praise  for  this  result  must  be  given. 
There  will  be  a  special  holiday  matinee  on 
Wednesday  (New  Year's  Day)  in  addition  to 
the  regular  matinee  Saturday.  The  final  per- 
formance is  announced  for  Sunday  night, 
January    5.  

"The  Typhoon"  at  the  Cort  Theatre. 

Walker  Whiteside's  engagement  of  two 
weeks  at  the  Cort  Theatre,  which  opened  so 
auspiciously  Sunday  evening,  promises  to  be 
one  of  the  most  successful  in  the  history  of 
that  playhouse.  A  splendid  audience  greeted 
Mr.  Whiteside  at  his  opening  as  a  tribute  not 
only  to  the  star  but  to  his  wisdom  in  having 
chosen  "The  Typhoon"  as  the  medium  of  his 
present   engagement. 

Mr.  Whiteside  established  himself  as  one 
of  the  greatest  of  actors  on  the  occasion  of 
his  last  visit  to  this  coast  in  "The  Melting 
Pot."  Playgoers  who  remembered  his  ab- 
sorbingly interesting  impersonation  in  the 
Zangwill  drama  were  anxious  to  see  him  in 
his  new  play,  in  which,  according  to  all  re- 
ports, he  had  created  a  character  not  only 
new  to  the  stage,  but  one  of  vital  human  in- 
terest. They  were  not  disappointed.  "The 
Typhoon"  is  acted  by  a  flawless  company,  in 
scenic  environment  representing  the  last 
word    in    completeness,    the    very    atmosphere 


curtain  rose,  and  the  audience  at  once  realized 
that  it  was  to  enjoy  a  dramatic  treat.  Miss 
Florence  Fisher,  Stephen  Wright,  Hubert 
Wilkie,  Arda  LaCroix,  and  other  members  of 
Mr.  Whiteside's  company  shared  in  the  tri- 
umph which  marked  the  initial  revealment  of 
this  strange  and  unusual  play.  The  final  per- 
formance will  be  that  of  Sunday  evening, 
January  5. 

"The  Blue  Bird,"  Maeterlinck's  exquisite 
fantasy,  will  be  the  Cort  Theatre's  attraction, 
beginning  Monday,  January  6.  The  original 
New  Theatre,  New  York,  production  will  be 
seen,   with  a  cast  of  100. 


The  New  Bill  at  the  Orpheum. 

A  second  edition  of  the  Orpheum  Road 
Show  will  be  presented  next  week  which  will 
contain  six  entirely  new  acts. 

Walter  C.  Kelly,  "the  Virginia  Judge,"  who 
has  returned  from  a  world's  tour,  will  be  the 
headline  feature.  Kelly,  like  good  wine,  gains 
flavor  with  age,  and  his  act  is  one  of  the  few 
in  vaudeville  that  have  triumphed  in  every 
big  city  in  the  English-speaking  world.  Dur- 
ing the  time  he  is  on  the  stage  he  causes  a 
continuous  flow  of  laughter  by  his  clever  and 
amusing  mimicry.  In  a  Prince  Albert  coat, 
armed  with  a  gavel  and  a  line  of  bewildering 
talk,  he  brings  a  Virginia  police  court  be- 
fore the  audience  and  each  case  depicted  is 
a  gem  of  comedy. 

Louise  Galloway.  Joseph  Kautman,  and 
company  will  present  a  new  sketch  by  Edgar 
Allen  Woolf  entitled  "Little  Mother."  Mr. 
Kaufman  is  a  promising  young  actor,  and 
Miss  Galloway  is  best  known  for  her  successes 
with  Charles  Frohman,  the  Shuberts,  and 
other  prominent  managers.  "Little  Mother" 
is  said  to  be  dramatically  strong,  and  to  af- 
ford  both    artists   fine   scope. 

Winona  Winter,  one  of  the  sweetest  and 
most  winsome  personalities  in  vaudevibe, 
will  introduce  her  latest  song  successes.  Not 
only  does  she  warble  sweetly,  but  she  tells  a 
good  story  remarkably  well,  offers  clever 
feats  of  ventriloquism,  and  displays  rare 
mimetic   talent. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Jimmy  Barry  will  introduce 
their  newest  sketch,  "The  Rube,"  in  which 
Mr.  Barry  impersonates  a  type  of  rural  char- 
acter. Mrs.  Barry  is  particularly  happy  as 
an  actress  making  a  tour  of  the  alfalfa  cir- 
cuit. 

Ruby  Rajmiond,  a  chic  and  attractive  in- 
genue, and  Bobby  Heath,  an  unctuous  and 
capable  comedian,  will  present  their  potpourri 
of  song,  dance,  and  story  called  "In  the  Good 
Old    Summer   Time." 

The  Schmettans,  Rosa  and  Harry,  two  Eu- 
ropean entertainers,  also  come  with  a  pic- 
turesque   and    attractive    equilibristic    offering. 

Next  week  will  be  the  last  of  the  Hassans 
in  their  wire  act,  and  Bert  Clark  and  Mabel 
Hamilton  in  their  big  hit,  "A  Wayward  Con- 
ceit."   

Vaudeville  at  the  Pantages  Theatre. 

It  is  appropriate  that  the  new  bill  opening 
at  the  Pantages  Theatre  next  Sunday  matinee 
should  carry  a  headline  attraction  blending 
with  the  greeting  of  the  New  Year.  Minnie 
Palmer's  "1912  Cabaret  Review,"  one  of  the 
best-known  offerings  of  this  coming  musical 
comedy  producer,  is  the  big  act  that  bears 
the  honors  of  the  new  show,  and  it  has  with 
it  a  trio  of  vaudeville  favorites  who  will  make 
followers  of  the  three-a-day  houses  blink  with 
wonder.  Harry  Waiman  is  with  the  show, 
and  so  are  Stanton  and  May.  With  these  for 
principals,  a  gingery  chorus  of  ten  maidens 
with  looks,  and  a  carload  of  scenery,  it  is 
small  wonder  that  the  "1912  Cabaret  Review" 
has  been  making  things  hum  on  the  Pantages 
Circuit. 

For  the  second  startler  comes  a  hazardous 
cycle  act  called  "The  Dip  of  Death."  For 
one  year  it  remained  at  the  New  York  Hippo- 
drome. There  are  a  couple  of  flirters  with 
death  in  the  act  and  they  do  everything  pos- 
sible to  just  escape.  With  a  pair  of  wheels 
they  bounce  up  and  down  stairs,  slide  chutes 
at  full  speed,  and  do  all  sorts  of  daring 
stunts. 

The  rest  of  the  programme  is  strong,  in 
fact  as  good  a  bill  as  the  Pantages  has  pre- 
sented during  the  past  twelve  months.  Pony 
Moore  and  Dancing  Davey  have  a  shoe-tap- 
ping offering  termed  "Dance  Your  Head  Off, 
Kid."  Others  on  the  bill  are  Jane  Madison 
and  company  in  a  playlet  entitled  "Her  First 
Case  of  Divorce" ;  Holmen  Brothers,  Euro- 
pean athletes ;  Don  and  O'Neal,  "the  Captain 
and  the  Kidder"  ;  Alma  Fern  ;  Edna  Madison, 
and  motion  pictures  of  the  world's  happenings 
in  current  events.    

David  Warfield  will  be  at  the  Columbia 
Theatre  in  January  and  will  appear  in  David 
Belasco's  latest  dramatic  triumph,  "The  Re- 
turn of  Peter  Grimm." 


he 


The  home  in  New  York  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Henry  Clifford  Woodhouse  has  been  bright- 
ened by  the  advent  of  a  daughter.  Mrs. 
Woodhouse  was  formerly  Miss  Rebecca 
Kruttschnitt. 


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your  call  in  person,  send  your  card  enclosed 
in  a  box  of  Geo.  Haas  &  Sons'  candies.  Or- 
ders sent  from  all  four  candy  stores :  Phelan 
Building;  Fillmore  at  Ellis;  Polk  at  Sutter, 
and  28  Market   Street,  near  Fern,'. 


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the  Imported 

And  its  better  than  the  best  do- 
mestic make— that's  IMPERIAL, 
the  purest,  finest  and  most  delicious 
cocoa  ever  served. 

It  was  made  to  compete  with  the  highest- 
priced  cocoas  in  the  world,  and  has  suc- 
ceeded to  the  complete  sa'isfaction  of 
the  D.  Ghirardelli  Company,  which  was 
enabled  to  manufacture  it  only  after  much 
study,  many  trials  and  laige  expenditure 
of  money  for  special  machinery. 

True,  it  costs  a  little  more  than  ordinary 
makes,  but  it  is  so  far  superior  that  it 
goes  farther,  is  more  easily  digested  than 
others  and  has  a  flavor  that  no  other 
cocoa  ever  had. 


Sold  by  all  best  grocers.     Say 

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stay  away  from  home  at  night?"  "No,  but 
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our   candidate,    for   an   hour    and    seventeen 
•utes." — Pittsburgh  Post. 

nd  (in  1925) — So  next  year's  cars  are 
b^.  ^  to  be  fifty  feet  wide?  Auto  Agent — 
Yes.  You  see  we  must  have  room  for  the 
number  on  the  back." — Puck. 

Ex-Hero — Ah,  my  boy,  when  I  played 
"Hamlet"  the  audience  took  fifteen  minutes 
to  leave  the  house.  Vicious  Ex-Comedian 
(coldly) — Was  he  lame? — New  York  Ameri- 
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The  Old  Lady — Well,  what  made  you  so 
late  this  time?  The  Old  Man  (trying  a  new 
one) — Why,  I  ok  Sozzle  home  from  the 
club,  an<  his  .ife  made  me  take  him  back 
again. — Puck. 

"Xever  see  any  more  sea  serpents  around 
here?"  "No,"  replied  the  coast  dweller. 
"What  do  you  suppose  killed  'em  off?"  "I 
dunno.  But  I  have  my  suspicion  it  was  local 
option." — Washington  Star. 

"Did  you  struggle  when  he  tried  to  kiss 
you  ?"  "No,  mamma."  "But  why  did  you 
not  ?"  "Why,  mamma,  you  ought  to  know 
from  his  appearance  that  he  isn't  very 
strong." — Houston  Post. 

"Everybody  must  do  something  to  make  our 
New  Year's  eve  social  a  success."  "There's 
nothing  in  the  entertaining  line  I  can  do." 
"You  are  billed  to  coax  the  soprano  to  sing. 
That  will  fill  in  your  evening." — Louisville 
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"Etchem  has  been  given  the  illustrating  of 
the  latest  Winston  Wheezer  story."  "Geey 
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take  the  job."  "Eh!  Why  not?"  "He  says 
it  will  oblige  him  to  ready  the  story." — Cleve- 
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derously inquired  the  pin  feathery  young  at- 
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tered Brother  Bogus.  "Nun-no,  sah !  No, 
sah,  he  didn't  do  nuth'n'  like  dat,  sah.  He 
dess  'nounced  dat  I  was  a  contaminated  black 
Hah  dat  he  could  whup  on  less  ground  dan  a 
two-dollar  bill  kivered."  "Then  what?"  "Also 
he  done  it,  sah." — Kansas  City  Star. 

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type,  "I  want  an  oyster  stew  and  I  want  you 
to  give  the  cook  particular  directions.  The 
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of  boiling.  Then  the  oysters  must  be  added 
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