The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 12, 1895, Page 1

VOLUME LXXVIIL—N 12, O. SAN FRANCISCO, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JUNE 12, 1895. QUEEN ANITA RULES CALIFORNIA’S VENICE. SBANTA CRUZ, Can, June 11.—Ah, | these merrymaking days—this riot of good feeling! How contagious it all is! The | swell and pulsing of music—the glitter of sword and tinsel in the sun, the mingling of cardinal reds and stately purples, the proud step and champing of high-bred horses conscious of the occasion, the flut- ter of flags, the gay attire of the crowds upon the streets, the holiday that is in the air—how it quickens the blood and swells and gladdens the heart and lightens the step. Here is Santa Cruz in the full fever of it. Her stately streets are swaying from every upright her colors of white and gold. Her people are wearing the badge of merry- making, and her queen issued her first and only edict, the banish- ment of care out of the city until the dawn of Sunday. “Laugh and the worid laughs with you,” and by the truth of this famous old line every railroad entering Santa Cruz is bringing the world here, so far as they have ca pacity, and emptying its people 1nto the streets and hotels of the little city until they present pictures of life and ac- tivity which joys its own residents as a forecast of what they prefer shall be per- manent some day, living pictures of every- day streets of the future. The inauguration of the great festival of 1895 lacked nothing of what was predicted of it. Anita came already crowned, for it was not to choose a Queen, but to abdicate | tion is superb; but this is getting ahead of | XV1- to one already chosen that the day was set apart. She came in the glory of white satin and a golden plush mantel, her own festival colors, her golden crown sparkling with gems, attended by ber many and beautiful maids and flower-girls and pages Anita, who has | was a happy thought, the Venetian water | idea. Notice may safely be served upon those | who may have followed the merrymaking } from Los Angeles to Healdsburg and may feel themselves sated with its pomp and | the fragrance of its flowers that they may | come here with the certainty of being re- freshed. No correct conception can be | conveyed by newspaper cuts of the com- pleteness and beaunty of the arrangements for the water carnival. The damming of | the San Lorenzo has created a lake of ample proportions for the evolutions of the water craft. From its center an im- mense fountain will at the proper moment throw its shafts of water high in the air upon which the changing colors of a calci- um light will play. | Tribunes and private boxes line the { banks, and from the most conspicuous | point the Queen’s high dais stands, built | in the plain dignity of a Greek design, | with broad white steps leading from the waters, Immediately opposite is the big stand for Romn: eri’s band, and stretch- | ing back of it the immense white sheet for the stereopticon illustrations to his music. Roncovieri and his illustrated music enterprise are peculiarly favored in all this. No such opportunity has hitherto been afforded him. The setting | is all that he could ask to give his plan ef- | fect, the music, of course, being chosen to this setting—this out-of-door Venetian setting, as, of course, it is. The illumina- | the story—led away by the emphasis it | offers to the regret that all the world may not get here and enjoy it. The scene of the special features of the five days' programme by land and water are brought together by a very happy ar- and gallant guards; came in a flood of | rangement. The arena or the land part of | sunshine, bringing with her a living breeze | jt lies on the banks of the river, and here tempered by the sea and designed to keep | another succession of tribunes have been ber thousand banners snapping a welcome; | arranged for the spectator, who, because | themselves perfect weather for their brief reigns, she came with her gorgeous follow- ing. Her car was a beauty, with her own chair raised high among flowers and vines with a bell-shaped canopy, still above which was an arch with tall plants and | trailing vines. Her maids of honor, some in white and some in the golden yellow, were arranged about and below her, and in four immense callas, fixed at the corner of the car, as many little golden-haired girls were sitting. 8ix black horses, draped in the festival colors, were attached to the car, and six outriders in the gay uniform of the Swiss Guards, with silver helmets and long swords, stood ready for the word to move. The arrival of the Queen in her carriage, | conducted by the Doge to her high throne, | let loose the first cheer of the festival. The | Queen was arrayed in very quaint robes. The dress was made by Paquin of Paris, and is a magni nt creation of that artist. It is of heavy white satin, embroidered in silver, the foot of the skirt festooned with | carnival-colored roses and the corsage made decollete and sleeveless with rich silver embroidery filled | fons high to the throat and picturesque puffed sleeves of satin. The manteau de | Court of 1 yellow plush, lined with satin | of the same color, depended from the shoulders, and its long and heavy folds | were borne by two lirtle pages, Stanley Bliss and Violet Pena, in Venetian cos- | tumes of black satin, with garters of carni- | val-colored ribbon. The crown is of the | shape worn by the Empress Josephine | and brilliantly je weled. | The maids of honor were handsomely | gowned in the style of the courtof Louis The colors were those of their -;Qm-en. Of their number Marian Cope, | Anna Linscott and Hedwig Buss wore white satin and Josie Turcot,Edith Pixley, Beatrice Boston, Ethelbert Morey, Jen- | nie Hughes and Maybelle Chace wore yellow. The four little flower-girls perched in the callas were dressed in yellow. They were Lita Crane, Lita Tuttle, Myrtle Hath- away and Gladys Drullard. On the car were two little pages dressed in white with in with chif- | came with her heralds and great trium- phal car; came and took charge of things | by the right of the glad season she brought and the great golden key of the city. It was a big golden key, much larger than the Queen could have carried if it had been made of solid metal, but its size was neces- sary, for it was not so much the key of the gates of the city as of the hearts of the people, as Mayor Effey explained in his abdicating address. So the Santa Cruz Venetian Carnival is on, and there is this one regret to be ex- garter of the yellow. They were Stan- of their rise along the banks of the river, | ley Bliss and Violet Pena. may be wholly unconscious of the vicinity | _ 'tfhcl “fi”‘f,i‘?" wasl not long; it v:_fls nst The Queen’s high th: | intended for this preliminary function to s, DE0ACH ) Y | Day F. W. Drullard in a magnificent flow- the same arrangement of white steps as ing robe of yeliow. With him were Mar- from the water side, and from the arena | shals Frank Madison, W. H. Lamb, Carl no one would suspect that her Royaland | E. Lindsay and C. A. Rice, with the fol- Merry Highness had only to descend the | lowing aids: W. A. McGuire, Edward other side to enter her royal barge. So|Crane, Harry Wanzer, Charles Clark, much for the setting. Now let the living | G¢orse Shedden, George Staffler, Lebaron = X Ollive, William Miller, Joseph Bourgue figures enter and make the picture. | of the water. | of forty other gallant riders in the collars RO makene | | and Tully Ware, together with a company QUEEN ANITA ARRIVES. pressed concerning it, that all the world | | and tinsel of the kniguts of old sitting their horses bravely. | wi - may not come to enjoy it, forit isvery well | With Her Loyal Following She Takes | worth the seeing. It is conceived on broad | lines and ‘wrought out in a fashion that | would be creditable to a city four times | the size of Santa Cruz. Its departure from | the features of the carnival that has been | dancing its way up and down the State | with cap and bells these several months, | > Back of these came Hastings’ band, and Fosyession wf the Oty ofithe following were the carriages of Mayor Moly Gross: | Effey and Senator Bart Burke, highly und SANTA CRUZ, CAv., June 11.—It was 2 | wonderfully whiskered and wearing red o’clock of this beautiful day in June that | and purple plush and spangles, for he was the great car stood waiting at the long pier | the Doge of Venice. for the arrival of Anita, the Queen | In this distinguished carriage rode Mrs. Out of that same mysterious country | W.D. Haslam and Miss Barbiere. They where these gay rulers live and prepare for | were escorted by four outriders in gay QUEEN [Sketched by a N3, ANITA HOLDS COURT “Call”’ artist.] AT SANTA CRUZ. attire. They were: Messrs. J. F. Chnning- ham, Ed Radke, Fred McPherson and Charles Lewis. 5 a7, Mk s 27! N7 I 3 [SKketched by a “Call” artist,] GIANT REDWOOD TREES MAKE A GLORIOUS EVERGREEN ARCH. | banners and streamers of white and gold— | her maids, ascended to the throne. Back of them came the Swiss Guards, escorting the Queen, their silver helmets glittering in the sun. The guards are | young men of leadinz families. They were: Charles Wilson, Bailey Terrill, Frank Arm- strong, Frank McCann, N. Jones and Stan- ley Picknell. The passing of the Queen’s great car was applauded all along the line of march, which was lined with people. The height of the car made it difficult to get by the electric wires, which in many places com- pelled a halt until they were lifted. Back of the royal car was the phaeton of the Queen dowager and Director-General J. P, Smith. The phaeton was buried in grasses, | sprinkled with violets, and was very pretty. It was trimmed to set off the beautiful costume of the dowager Queen—one of a series of elegant robes, which were made for her in Paris, and will be worn in Amer- ica for the first time. It was of palest robins's-egg blue moire, the feet of the skirt adorned with a fringe of violets set in chiffon, and the front trimmed with the same. Her directoire hat was of white, with dainty white plumes and bunches of violets. In this order the procession moved from | the pier, round the lower road under the | hill below Sunshine Valley. The people, expecting it to move up the hill, had | crowded the streets there, but the im- | mensity of the Queen’s car made that route impossible. Seeing the direction the line was taking, there was a grand rush for favorable positions along the crest of the hill. The procession moved slowly into Pacific | avenue and under the arch, and between the great lions of St. Mark’s, from where a straight stretch of a mile of the avenue lay under the eye, with its myriad of flying white and gold without end. The long stretches of the tribunes in the arena were filling up now, and themselves presented an enlivening picture in their glaring whiteness, for they were covered with new muslin. Roncovieri’s band arrived and took up a position opposite the Queen’s throne. They were escorted by two aids, L. Talbot ‘Ware and W. E. Maguire. All the time a salute was being fired from the guns of the Lurline at anchor in the harbor. A herald announced the arrival | of the royal party at the gates of the | arena and Roncovieri swung his baton and ; “Long Live the Queen’’ responded. The wires in the arena for the night illumina- tion caused the progress to the throne to be very slow, but at last the great cardrove | up to the steps and the royal party de- | scended. The four little flower girls led | the way with the pages. The guards lined | up on each side at present and the Queen, her long mantle and train being carried by The Queen responded graciously to the plaudits of the people that greeted her. | The Doge and the Mayor and the Prime | Minister (District Attorney Carl Lindsay) had also ascended to her side. The music having ceased, the Doge came forward and formally renounced in favor of Anita in these words: *‘Welcome to the Queen of Carnival! “By magic sway the majesty and beauty of old Venice has been transported to our shores. Here is the low lagoon and yonder Venice—that proud queen of the Adriatic which rises vision-like from the unsub- | stantial sea. Behind us lies the glory of fourteen centuries of Venetian pride, and now after a hundred years of slow decay we feel our pulses quicken with a new life and a future stretches out before us which promises to be as bright as Isis ever saw. To me, aproud old Doge, hasbeen assigned the hardest task of all—of yielding, of sur- rendering our fair city which never yet has been yielded to woman’s hand. And canst thou now try thy power of queen? | It took a Napoleon to bow our heads after fourteen hundred years of freedom and prosperity. It wasno Venetianwho ‘drunk | with' her caresses madly threw a world away.” or lent Assyrian luster to our own au- thority. No Maria Theresa, with her babe, could move the Doge’s breast to war. Yet have we reverenced woman always as the blind Othello did, but our conquerors have been made of sterner stuff. Whole nations have combined to check one city’s pride and failed. “‘Our city was Europe’s gateway to the East. Through us has flowed the commerce of the world. We snatched the great bronze horses from Nero’s golden chariot of the sun. We stretched our dominion as far as the realms of Constantine and held back the Saracen « tide. . St. Sophia vieldea the treasures of her sanctuary to | beautify St. Mark’s. The plunder of a thousand cities lent beauty to our ducal palaces. We forced Frederick Barbarossa to his knees. The very sea belonged to Venice by right of conquest, and was sab- ject to her as a bride to her lord. Each year she was wedded with a ring and for this did our bidding. *But now what do we seein Venice? The glittering spires, the lordly palaces, the marble bridges—all are there; but the gon- Semiramis has shared our power | nival. And now while Italian Venice is | wrapped in the pathos that ever must at- tend a queen uncrowned, our city of the Holy Uross witnesses the coronation of an- other Venice. Here shall come the flower girls and the low-voiced gondolier, here shall be the thronged cafe and the bright salon, here the far-off music of the harp and lute, the pageant and the masquerade. All comes in thy train, O Queen of Carni- val, welcome, enter. “Where all the twelve months’ story sweet Is told in blossoms bright, Where lea? and bud and bird song greet Each tranquil morn and night. “Where comes no fierce consuming heat, No blizzard” ‘Where new The old year's still in death. “Land of the mountains and the ses, Land of our love, most rare. We tender all this world to thee— Of all the world most fair.” Having retired and taken his place the Queen signed to her Prime Minister and | handed him her initial edict. “By command of the Queen,” cried the Prime Minister, who was, like the other, wonderfully arrayed in the gay plushes and spangles of long ago. Silence fell upon the people, and in a loud voice the Prime Minister read : “To our maids, guards and the willing subjects, greeting: The crown now be- stowed upon us as your chosen Queen, accepted as a crown of rejoicing from & - 3 . C b fy the dolier is sadder than he used to be. The | 1% 19 S8 200, brilliancy ot pageants 18 noi more. - The | r iy * Gur.scepter.s tol be'the wand/of gondolas—those dusky spirits of the canal —are all in somber black as for a funeral. “The fete days and the festivals all are dwindled into days of grief. Only the sun- set in its golden glory remains to remind us of the splendor of the past. this change? That spirit city—that golden city has fallen into the grasp of tyranny. | Its | It staggers beneath despotic sway. freedom and its pride are now no more. The Venetian has wrapped himself in his dark mantle to await the end—hope, am- bition, glory, all are gone. A hundred years ago we recoiled from our first defeat at the hands of the great Napoleon and | since have lain stunned, waiting for a new lease of life to stir us to new deeds, and now it remains for us to call Venice of those grand days across the waters to these ‘Western shores. And I, an ola, old Doge, imagine if you can my joy in finding here in this land of liberty the promise of new Venetian splendor. ' Venice shall live and thrive once more in this new Italy of the West. Ifind the old Doge’s pride arising in my heart—that pride for free and happy people. And this the Queen of all the glory that is to be. My mind now turns to the past, when on the return of the victorious Venetian warriors from the East they were asked: ‘What hast thou brought for the glory of St. Mark’s?” He who brought nothing for the church was looked on with reproach and scorn. And how that question hasreverted to my wmind and how I have longed to acquit myself by consigning to that sanctuary some trophy of precious worth. And now the time has come. More precious than any trophy shalt thou be, O Queen, to this, thy conquered people. The heart of all this populace throbs with mine in the welcome Iwould express for them. ‘‘But like unto’ Solomon, overcome by the beauty and grandeur of the Queen of | Sheba, so I fina words inadequate to wel- come thee. Come make our hearts your home. Asan Italian Venice, so here we shall gather the dark-eyed Spaniard, the smiling Turk, the Indian mystic of the East, all the nations of Europe and the Orient to smile on thee, the Queen of Car- And why | pleasure, and our first and only edict the banishment of care. Queens in story and history often called their subjects to war, and so we shall summon you to valiant service on the morrow. But the battle will not be of blood or bullets, but the sweet and fragrant battle of the roses, emblems of the good will which we hope to have prevail throughout all our domains during the period of our reign. ‘“We shall thereafter bid you to a tri- | umphal procession, not of captives and ot | trophies of cruel war, but of happy lads | and lassies, the hope of our country and of | yours. Our command to be merry and of | good cheer must be obeyed until the Sab- | bath morning dawns, and we trust that | the spirit of obedience will bring joy to | all hearts, and that our reign may be re- membered as the beginning of a new era | of friendship and prosperity, 1 this our beautiful city of the holy cross. ANITA,” |~ Great applause followed this pretty as- | sertion of mild but complete authority. | Then Mrs. W. D. 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