The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 30, 1896, Page 17

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When their names | were called they stepped briskly forward | to receive their welcome salary, the for- | mer with his demand for $105 and the | latter for $6 [h.ir surprise may be | imagined when they were confrontea with | shining piles of silver aggregating the tull amount of th salaries. Santine | took his medicine philosophically, and, having capacious pockets, stored the sil- ver away without a word. Davis was not so fortinate in the way of pockets, and after asking for gold and being blandly informed that the supply was about exhausted, he made an effort to induce some of his fellow-trainmen to ke some of his load. It had been agreed beforehand not to help out the silver men, and he finally had to get a valise to take home his wages. In future Davis and Santine will prob- | ably talk less of silver to the Southern | Pacific employes, but when the spirit | moves confide their tribulations to a blue- | coated guardianof the peace. AN UNCOMMON BOY ERE is a street occurrence which shows ihat true gallantry and fine | feeling is not ‘entirely a thing of the past. | Itwas about 10 o’clock when a well- | dressed, manly little chap came along and boarded the dummy of a Geary-street car that was standing on the turntable. | He was within five feet of the baskets ofa | number of flower merchants. A little girl | in charge of an old lady, both of them | very poorly dressed, stopped near the baskets and looked ~longingly at the bunches of fragrant color. “Oh, can’t 1 have some flowers?” asked the child, but the old lady sadly shook her head, after examining a lean-looking purse. “Please, only a little bunch; just this time,"” pleaded the little child; but in vain. 1s€, They moved slowly away while the| little boy on the car went through his pockets. All he counld find was a 10-cent | piece. He looked at it several moments, and was once on the point of putting it back in his pocket, then quickly jumped off the car and exchanged it for a bunch of flowers. The little girl looked back and wanted the flowers more than ever. Before she could realize just how it all happened the boy ran forward and pressed the flowers into ber hands. There was no time to refuse them or eveu to stammer out | from her bank ac | count,and such feasts | ner was equal to a Government func- thanks, for the boy quickly turned and started to walk home out Geary street. Why do we hate our Gelestial brother, we of the workaday world? Tue mission- ary tells us it is ungodly. Perhaps itis, but. why not accord white girls at least equal rignts in the field of labor? There might not then be so extensive a China- town or so many imported slaves for the zealous missionary to rescue. Quite apart from the question of busi- ness rivalry between white laborers and Chinese and more humiliating to a white working girl is the risk of being brought into daily contact with these heathen and made in a measure subservient to them. My first experience in this line was com- paratively mild. Entering a luxarious mansion upon the beights, I was ushered into the boudoir of a grand dame, who wished some one to wait upon her and take charge of her young infant. “I bave a splendia China boy, who attends to everything else,”” said this languid and elegant lady. “You will have nothing whatever to do aside from these light duties.” The wages she of- ered were scarcely in keeping with the ap- pointments of her menage, but I agreed 1o enter her service. Monsieur was a swell and indolent attor- ney, whose lavish tastes were supplied as graced their board were treats to be re- membered. Break- fast was served in five courses, and din- tion. I not infre- quently presided in solitary state at the latter meal, for the mistress was served in her boudoir, and households of Europe, and it was a source of regret ‘and consternation to the dis- tracted parents that he refused to regulate his hours of sleeping and wailing (his sole occupations) by the official programme. All this would have been amusing if it had not been wearisome. It left me no leisure at best, and now I silently took up tbedusting-cloth,while the washing waited and the cherub squirmed threateningly in his carriage. Having impressively incul- cated the principles of charity and sub- missiveness milady passed on to the kitchen, where she praised the slovenly cook to the skies. Much gratified, he con- fided to her his longing to visit his native land and his fears of being unable to return 1o this country under the existing laws. In answer I heard hersay: *‘Oh,that’sall | right. Youshall come back to us, Charlie. My husband is a lawyer, you know. He'll | fix all that for you.” And conscious of having lightened a fellow-mortal’s burden she resumed her easy-chair and ordered the baby brought to her for inspection. the affable host was quite ant to be late. The China boy wait- ed upon me most ceremoniously and watched for the ef ects of his truly won- derful entrees and desserts. But he was storing up ven geance in his wicked little heart. One morning the beds were not made. ‘“‘Charlie has: so much to do that he can’t get around to this,” said madame, “You had better prep the rooms for sweeping also since it is Friday.” That was the beginning. A few days later, when she descended to dine with her lord, she said that Chsrlie’s dusting was not what it might be and that I ough always to go over the rooms after him. The demands of the all-important baby scarcely admitted of this, for human ills were his in abundance. Science and affec- tion united in strenuous efforts to relieve his suffering, but nothing seemed to bring him happiness. Mathematical precision in hygienic matters could not have been carried to greater lengths, Everything pertaining to the infant’s welfare was attended with almost the same intricate ceremony that is observed in the roylll “I would like my breakfast, now, Char- lie, please,” I'said the next morning in my accustomed respestful tone. “You wait]” snapped the little imp vi- ciously. “I no fix him now. Too much allee time work.” 3 I silently retired up the back stairs, while the ‘“her—lump, her—lump” of his clumsy shoon resounded emphatically | over the oaken floor, and he slammed a @lish into the oven with a fervor that threatened to sunder even celestial ties. *The chamberwork was not properly at- tended to yesterday,” said madame from among her piflows. “It can’t be expected of Charlie when there is.a second girL'’ My labor ‘was now nearly doubled and my wages still less than half what the heathen’s were. The infant’s constant demands, the daily washing, the elaborate preparation of his food and the chamber- work for guests more than filled the day, and at the end of it I quietly informed my aristocratic mistress that unless she was willing to pay proper wages for my extra | services I should not remain. “Why, I have called you ‘Miss’ and allowed you to eat in the dining-room!” She expostulated faintly from her refuge of eider-down quilts and hot-water bottles. Dimes were dear to her heart, and as she lackadaisically wilted I left her and re- turned to the unhappy cherub in the cradle. As if seized with a presentiment the master of the house hastened home early that evening, and, coming at once to the dining-room, generously offered to raise my wages 66 per cent, at the same time urging that I say nothing to his be- loved wife about the transaction. *“It might worry her.”” The circumstances of this offer were so amusing that 1 con- sented to stay the remainder of the moath, and it was not until the date of my leav- ing, when the outwitted hostess saw her cherished ducats heaped in the palm of my hand, that she realized our perfidy. Only once more did I attempt. the role of nursemaid, and here I found myself in all respects of secondary importance to the Celestial cook. “You will eat in the kitchen,” said the aristocratic young matron, who was a Philadelphian., I had vut her stupid, overgrown youngster to bed, and was in- vestigating the pigeonholes of an old desk she said I might use. But I had expected such dampers as this and laughed in my sleeve as I shut the desk and slowly descended thestairs (o join the heathen, who was singing to himself ina guttural voice some weird Oriental love- melody while he cleared the table. But he proved quite as aristocratic as his mis- | tress. He greeted my advent with an angry snort, and proceeded to set both the kitchen tables with unnecessary clatter and ostentation. Jerking a chairinto place for me, he retired to his own seat, with his back to me, and “fell to,” leaving me unmolested. Had it not been for the un- pleasant sounds of his eating, I coula have fancied myself dining in the solitary grandeur I had known in the mansion upon the heights. A day or so later I had the pleasure of overhearing a confidential chat between mistress and heathen, in which my fail- ings were freely discussed. Being unac- customed to such a position, I had not at first realized just the degree of self-abase- ment and tireless industry in matters quite apart from baby-tending that was requisite to securing the approbation of my two distinguished critics. A thousand housebold duties were to be scrupulously attended to, while the mischief-seeking youngster was yet not to be neglected for the fraction,of a second nor the China- man’s delicate sensibilities in any way offended. Isoon felt that I could neverdo justice to her Philadelpnian ideas nor to her Celestial confidant, who was much re- lieved when I resigned my charge. Far from the madding crowd at an ideal mountain resort I sought equality and justice, and incidentally waited on table. The novel conception of equality which prevailed 1n that hotel kitchen I shall never forget. As for justice, that followed. I had successfully manipulated the enormous tray, with its uncompromis- ing wei ht of indestructible crockery, for the space of an hour and a balf, and had almost mastered the lingo of the Oriental cook, whose pronunciation of fancy French dishes was unique and irimitable. I was stauding at the stove tgd prepar- ing a cup of weak tea for an invalid boarder, when a moist and caressing hand was insinuated beneath my chin. My blood ran cold. The heathen was standing directly be- hind me, and a conciliatory gurgle es- caped his lips. Thecup 1n my hand was hali filled with hot water, and quick as a thought I turned and dashed it in his face. - The howl of consternation which this sally evoked gave evidence that my WHITE GIRLS OR CRINESE AS SERVANTS? anarchist spirit was a new element in his domain. Tears came to his eyes and he fled to the back steps to. relieve his feel- ings. I reported my adventure at the land- lord’s table later on, and this was that gentleman’s only rejoinder: “It was a dangerous thing for you to do; you might bave injured the Chinaman’s eyesight.” The heathen himself next morning broached the subject in this wise: “What for you no likee Chinaman all same white man?’ It was useless to explain to him that even a white cook would mnot be accorded such privileges; he was convinced that it was a narrow-minded prejudice on my part. Perhaps it was. *‘Montana girl heap likee Chinaman; Montana girl heap high-toned,” he con- tinued didactically. Heaven defend the Montana girls! I looked into the bread-bin and busily rat- tled my dishes. “You no sabe nothing!” he growled contemptuously, and turned back to his work,dis-usted at my obtuseness. I never “sabied”’ anything but the names of the dishes.on the bill of fare. To these personal experiences I might add much other evi- dence gathered dur- ing visits and at my various boarding places, which tends to sbow that the Chi- Dese are gaining a marked ascendency on this coast. They need mnot now bid lower than American women to obtain a given situation. They are frequently paid higher wages and given in addition the undisputed right to insult the white girls who may be as- sociated with them in their labor. “Oh, I have an elegant Chi- namen!” exclaims a friend, convinced of her own acumen, and when he asserts his elegance by flatly refusing her requests and shirking his duties onto the second girl she scolds the latter. The vicious and revengeiul vagan must be conciliated even to the hu- miliation of her own American sister— ‘‘John 1s 50 sensitive, you know.” Miss' PEDAGOGUE. — Medals for Artists. Of the fourteen second medals awarded for oil paintings by the jury of the Champs Elysees Salon two went fo British artists— one to Mr. Lorrimer for his “Marriaze de Conveyance,” and the other to Mr. Gotch for his “Infant Jesus.” There are no Americans among the recipients. Oi the thirty-three medals awardedsthree feil to British artists. Of tne forty-eight artists ‘who received bonorable mention, five were American and one English. 3 —————— Soap was not madein England until 1524, WHISTLES ALL DAY OT many .years since the musical capacity of feminine puckered lips first burst upon the astonished and listen- ing world of moderns. Until that labial discovery the old-time saying that “whistling girls and crowing hens are sure to come to some bad ends” was ac- cepted to be as- true as “‘thirty days hath September.” Since then audiences have sat enchanted while young women imi- tating the skylark have whistied roulades and cadenzas and “lema con variatione” ad lib. True it is in all lines that the championship is an uncertain possession and just now the best whistler in San Francisco is not a lady, but is one of Uacle Sam’s letter-carriers who whistles in the streets, in corridors and offices and would unioubtedly whistle at lunch and when he is asleep 1f he were not otherwise engaged. Two years ago the ease with which- he could whistle high and low notes was observed. Since then he has practiced on the average at least eight hours per day and has acquired tones which might easily be mistaken for the reedy clarionet or the woody flute and his repertoire has widened until it takes in everything from “Old Dan Tucker’’ toa florid paraphase of ‘‘Semiramide’” and the “Prize Song'’ from *‘Der Mejstersinger,’ varied with “Two Little Girls in Blue” and some recent tunes. This whistling letter-carrier is oue of the best-known characters in the area which he traverses daily. When he 1s not whistling on his rounds he sings, but his vocal efforts are confined to houses and are not for street use. J a record of having dived from a height of more than seventy feet. Jack is a dog. and is a native son, having been born in Alameda. He was first the property of Dana Thompson, the weil-known diver, and under him t6ok bis first lessons ia the aquatic sport. He is now ewned by Pro- fessor May Gay,also a natatorial performer of prominence. It was under his present master’s tuition that Jack developed his remarkable talent for high diving. This canine wonder is a cross between a Scotch and a Skye terrier, and first came into notice at the baths along the Alameda shore. He appears to thoroughly enjoy his distinction, and his performances are marked with all the airs and affectation of the experienced circus acrobat. He ascends to his aerial post at a word from his trainer, but will not undertake the leap into the water except on hearing the report of a pistol. In most cases dogs who make exceptionally high dives have to be pushed off, but Jack is not of this kind. At the signal he gazes down into the water to see 1f the locality is clear of all objects. Should there be some one in the way Jack’s bark waras* the individual of his intrusion. The way having been cleared, Jack throws hisshaggy little head from one side to the other, as if saluting the audience, leaps off and invariably strikes the water head first. Jack is billed to appear at the benefit to be given to the members of the California Swimming Club at the Sutro baths on next Wednesday evening. He is the mas- cot of the club. A DIVING DOG 'ACK is only three years old, but he has Bread as a daily article of food is used by only about one-third of the 1,500,000,000 that constitute the present population of the earth,

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