The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 24, 1897, Page 26

26 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1897. MORE ABOUT OUR FROLICSOME FRIENDS HIS week the Bumpkins are marching up Market street. The bobear for which they struggled last week came to | pieces just as the Bumpkins were | about to win a victory in their tug-of-war. | Then the little but lively fellows agreed to march. A committee was sent out to get a band to head the procession, and how the Bumpkins and the band got along :s fully told by the picture to-day. The Bumpkins differ from all other lit- tle people of the pictorial sort in two re- spects. One is that they include such Pacific Coast types as the cowboy: the vineyardist, who always has a cask of wine; the desperado, who *‘holds up’ somebody or other every chance be gets; the miner, who is always *‘out of luck.” Every one has some marked character- istic, as you will see. They all bave the trick of hustling. So they have already met with some striking adventures, Th will meet with others even more striking. | 1t is in their life and vigor that they show | their orginalily in a marked way. | Their story is ihis: They decided one | day to visit San Francisco. They bad | long live one of the fruitful valleys of | What pranks they played | there have not been reporied. But that | they have had as much fun with the farm- | ers as they are hzving with the people of | San Francisco is sure. Some time they may be pictured in the country. Waen | they decided to visit San Francisco they | went into the fields and helped themsalves to; whatever they founa. This was the | starting point of their troubles. They can- not be justified in that. They nad not proceeded far on their | journey in the direction of San Francisco when they came across a party of children whno had made up a train of cars from a coaster, an express wagon, and so on, their locomotive having for a boiler an ice-water barrel and the funnel was a length of stovepipe. They called their train ““The Nidalew:nks Express.” Thn | Bumpiin cowboy lassoed the train and | the bad Bumpkin held up the “Niddle- winks” while Lis comrades got on board | and took possession of the train. The Bumpkins reached Oakland, taking | a full week on the journey. There they | pulled the “Niddlewinks Express'’ to pieces and turned the cars into boats, in which, after a narrow escape from the sea serpent, who laid in wait tor them, and the granger, who chased them, even while | he was being chased by a shark, they | landed at the foot of Market street. Then | they tried to get the bobcar, and destroyed it before they zave it up. In the proces- sion, pictured 1o-aay, will be seen some parts of the “Niadlewinks Express.” | The march will now continne out Mar- 1 ket street. Before the Phelan monument 1s reached the Bumpkins will know all about the competition among the boys | and girls who are writing stories about California. At once they will write their stories. How they do this will be pictured | next Sunday. The “'‘Goat Hill Band’" wiil | admire what they do. In fact the Band | and the Bumpkins are already fast friends. | The boy who is playing so sweetly on the “Lead Pipe Cin ’ in the bana is doing | his best for the Bumpkins, and his music | is so sweet that the pouliry, brought by | the Bumpkins from the country, are as | close to him as they can get that they | may listen. But here a dreadful secret must be tola. The band wakes up the old Mastodon, who has dozed so.long upon his pedestal in the museum of the Academy of Sci- ences, and that great beast will be seen as | ne sallies forth. Then there will be a tattle royal, in which the Bumpkins, not | at ail afraid because of the size and threatening appearance of the mastodaon, will take a leading part. That fearfu! tattle will be victurea two weeke from to- day, possibly, unless the Bumpkins change their programme. The Bumpkins will make a thorough tour of San Fran- cisco first and last, {or they are bound to | see all there is to be seen. i | The sealions—ihe httle girl sealions— are having a party this week. They have brought their sealion dolls, and what with drinking tea and playing upon the piano and tending their troublesome dollies and | looking at picture books they seem to have just about the same way Lo enjoy themselves that real little girls have when they go outto call upon their little play- | mates, The party is to celebrate a birthday, for | little sealions must have birthdays and possibly presents. You must fizure that | out foryourselves how that may be. Sup- | pose they should nave a ca pull? A | real candy puli! Wouldn't they have a | nice time? They would, but that is reaily telling, Whatdo little girls do ata candy pull? Just think of that and you can | guess the rest. Such fun and such laugh- ter and such jokes! HOW CLARA GOT HER CHICKENS, LARA is a iittle girl 9 years old. Clara has no father, but she has a mother, and they live in the country. Clara’s mother is not at home all day long; so poor Clara stays home all alone. One day while Clara was at home she heard a noise out in theyard. Clara went out and Jooked all around till atlasts:e saw two chickens. “Well, welll” said Clara, “I guess I'lt catch them.” Clara got both of them, and every aay she got two lovely fresh eggs. So one day she found two more chickens, and finally she bad sixteen. No more came after that, But Clara was happy in having such a | fine lot. Brokie Herxo (C. R. C.). THE CRUISE OF THE CALIFORNIA. A STORY FOR BOYS—CHAPTER 1. (Copsrizht 1897 LL ABOARD the California.”’ The voice was youtbful—in fact, it was none other than the voice of our frien! Binnie—and it was answered by a babel of other young voices which were owned respectively by N-d of San Fran- | cisco, “Shorty”’ of San Jose, Tom of Fres. | no, Billy of Qukland and Sam of Los An- geles. Imm diately following there was a bustle on the Washingion-street wharf in San Francisco. The California was a very large steam yacht that was chafing at the lines that held her. A few persons only were on the | wharf, for it was quite early in the morn- ing. The loungers cast off the lines and the California forged anesd in response to a tinkle of the bell in the engine-room. On the decks of the California besjdes the crew, all of whom were Pacific Coast boys and young men, a picked crew, were six boys—the same whom we have seen in camp near Mount Shasta—three white men who seemed to be passengers and an Australian, a native, who was as black as coal. He was known in Australia as a ‘black fellow,’”” and be was said to be the = BT BYDAVD FIWALKER.. woula first tell you what you are expected to do.” “Ha, ba; ha-a-a-a | “Don’t laugh; I you are going.” i “Very well, then,”” said Mr. Lane. *It| I am going that matter is settled, and I suppose there is nothing more to be said t about it.” lutely nothing.” | “When do we start?” “Three weeks from to-day, at 50o’clock in the morning.” “Where do we go?" | “Sealed orders, my dear sir.” | “How long will we be gone?’ | “Weli, I don’t mind telling you that. | sharpest man in all Australia to follow a | My plan is to be gone about one year. ! third white man was a great traveler. He was John Letour. There was no part of the world that he had not visited. He had hobnobbed with natives in Australia, in Indis, in South Americs, in Africa, and on nearly all the islands of tke Pa- cific, great and small. “Full speed!” ordered Harry Ostend. The sharp prow of the California cut the water like a knife. As the vessel came to the clear water and turned its toward the Golden Gate and the open sea the boys could not hold in their excite- ment any longer. ~Three cheers for Mr. OstendI"’ shouted Binnie, The cheers were given with a will. SAVAGES SAILING HOMEWARD JO THEIR GORAL ISLAND IN THE FAROFF SOUTH SES. || blind trail over bad Jands. at this than any North American Indian. This gives some 1dea of his skill The three white men were 21! browned with the sunshine and wind of traval. The party were just starting upon a cruis destined fo be full of adventures. did ihe sixX lads happen 10 be here? Tlat is a part of the story. One day a dark-skinned man rang the He was better | And now good-by; I am off. You will] next see me at the Washingtlon-street wharf, in the morning hour of 5, just three weeks from to-day.” When Harry Ostend had shut the door | “‘And three cheers for Mr. Lane!” called out Ned. Again the cheers rang out. Both gen- | tlemen Jooked pleased. From the fort at Alcatraz Isiand a can- 1 behind him and had walked briskly away, | non was fired as a parting salute. Down How | doorbell of a hou-e on Octavia street, in | San Francisco. He entered the house and at once sent up Liscard to the owner of | Having made this announcement he sent | a telezraphic message to Camp Call as the premises. without stopping for another word, Mr. Lane satdown and laughed longand loud. | Iien be rose, put on his overcoat, took his cane and went down (o his office. He | astonished his iriegds by telling them that he was about to make a long voyage. | “Tell Mr. Lane,” the stranger said, “that | follows: | Iam in haste.” When Mr. Lane received this .message and glanced at the card he Jaughed. *“Was there evora time, 1 wonder, when Harry | Ostehd was notin a hurry ?”’ he said. A minute jater Mr. Lane was in the varlor, shaking hands beariily with the | dark-+kinned man. *1 have come,” said the stranger, *to | say that I am about’ to make 4 long voy- age on the California, and I expect to take on the trip six bealthy, man!y boys, | 1 bave not vicked out any of these boys yet, in fact 1 ouly came in on the steamer irom Honolulu this moraing. Now, mind you, I have said that you must pick up the party ior me. You know what that means—you must do it, and at once.”’ “Why, Harry, isn’t this a iittle sud- den?” asked Mr. Lane. “Not at all,”” wasthe cool answer. not sudden. a whole hour. “That is surely a long time for you, truly, Harry,” said Mr. Lane. “I am going to do just as you say, and Iam only sorry that Tam not a youngster, so as to go along with you."” “No, I have been thinking of it *“But, don’t you know you are going? | | I bave that all arranged, too, only 1| forgot to say so, or rather, I thought I My Dear Son Binnie: We, that is, you and 1, are about o muke a long voyage ona sieam | yacht to out of the way places, among savages | and others, in search of adventures, with my old friend, Hatry Ostend, of whom you have | often heard me spesk. Come to me at once. | Ned is in easy reach tell him what we ure | ng 10 do and ask him if he would like to go | as oue of the party. Your loving father, | HAROLD LANE. | Did Binnie want to go? Where is there | a boy who would not ke such a chance? To make a long story short, Ned also wanted to go. Ned's father had been an old army officer, and be was as fond of adventure as even Harry Ostend. He krew Harry and well knew that with all Harry’s oddities he was-<the coolest, bravest and safest of ‘men to journsy with. So it was arranged some days later that not only Ned, but also all the othar boys | whose acquaintance has been made by the readers of the boys’ and girls’ page of THE CALL, in connection with thair ad- ventures in “Camp Cail,” were to go. There was much coaxing before this was brought about. But when all the six lads bad received the much desired promise the work of outfitting went ahead rapidly. So now the California was fairly on its way. We know who the six boys and two of the white men on her aeck are. The | the narrow way between the shores of San Irancisco and Marin counties the California, now under full steam, rapidly sped, leaving a clean wake astern, Then | it was out through tne Golden Gate and straight out toward where the sun sets, to the boundless west. 1In a few hours the | land was lost to view, and only a few sea- gulls which followed the yacht at a short | distance behind remained in sight to speak to the bovs of San Francisco. They were filled with dreams of the adventurous | days soon to conie (To be continued.) A S Qr THE GOBLINS’ PARTY. HE Grizzly Grum and the Wambel-lee Woe And the fierce old Keteh-a-boy man Got together one day in a dark, lonesome way, A nice little party to plan. Tne party came off in the Wire-brier wood, And the big Boo-boo was there, And the Gilly-go-lump, with the two-story hummp, Came creeping forth out of his lair; The Hip-pi-0-bop-pi-c-nos-si-ri-nos And the pink-eyed Pil-li-cum-blame; The Moustrous Miff and the Bil-ly-go-biff, And the Snip-snap-siz-zor all came. The supper was served in remarkable style; There were fricassees, roasts end plain stews Made of girls and boys full of mischief and noise, Who edvice of their parents refuse. Tne party broke up at an hour very late, And all of the goblins agreed That cantankerous boys, full of mischief and noise, And bad girls are a blessing indeed. D. H. W. TiiIUMPHAL MARCH OF THE BUMPKINS AND THE nose | | THE DREAM OF | with | | educated one. | eyes about, move her arms and legs and | was not few people could understand her. early. THE FRENCH DOLL. This doll, you must know, was a highly She could roll her tlue when occasion demanaed it, could ever sing in a shrill falsetto words that sounded like “Little Mother! Little Mother!” She was a French dcll and quite perfect. That is why She wore the very best clothes and alway, kept her gloves on while walking. One evening she was put to bed very It was so early that the stars were not all out of bea, and the sky looked quite empty. But the dol! did not see that, for she was a good doll and tell asleep as soon as her goiden bead touched th= pillow. Very soon she began to dream. She dreamed that another little Jdoll came to her bedside and asked her to coms out her. This other doll was very shabbily dresied. Her petticoats were airty, her skirt was frayed and her waist— her accent | oh! that wasa sight to behold. Her hat bad long been out of style, she wore no gloves, and her hands were very dirty in- deed. But her eyes—they were dark ones -—were very sad. and so the little golden- haired doll got out of bed, dressed herselt and then the two crept downstairs and teft the house. It must have been about 9 o’clock when they left the house. The lamps were all lit on the streets. The people were all | hurrying to the theaters or homeward, 1 and no one paid any attention to them. | Even the policeman at the corner did not | notice them. | The blue-eyed doll wanted 1o stop and | look 1n the windows of the stores, but the | ragzed doll would not let her. | went to a part of the city where the poor people live, where the streets are very narrow and very dark and where nobody can wear nice clothes, At the door of a very dusty-looking house the ragged doll stopped and, taking the other’s hand, led her in. They climbed three flights of sairs and i then the ragged doll opened a creaky | door and they both stepped inside. | It was such a shabbily furnished room | that the goiden-haired doll wanted to cry. | It hurt her heart. A poor old woman lay | asleep on a bed in one corner and a little | girl, who looked just like the ragged doll, | only a hundred times bigger, lay beside her. They had both been weeping, for | as the golden-haired doll stood on the | bed she could see the tears on their pale | cheeks, Then the little golden-haired doll began | | to ery too. | " “What ure they crying for?” she acked | of the ragged doll who stood beside her. | *“They is just simply hungry and they | don’t often get much to eat,’” said the i ragged aoll. | “How do you know ?" askea the other, l who could not believe such a thing possible. HITGHETY, HATGHETY, UP WE GO! HERE are three little children who live at 217 Shotwell street, in this city, who are extremely proud of a prize pumpk little Josephine Unfried planted one in of their own raising. Way last Spring lonely little pumpkin seed, and that little seed has grown and grown until it covers one entire side of the house and then runs | into the garden, and there forms the cutest kind of an arbor. Several adventuresome little boys in the neighborhood are planning to climb to the top, laboring no doubt under the impression that they wiil eventu: ally land in the same kind of a fairyland that Jack found when he climbed the beanstalk. The vine has only two pumpkins on i t, but they are two beauties. One at the window of the first story weighs almost twenty pounds, while the one that climbed to the top story window weighs from twenty-five to thirty. They are not to be picked until Thanksgiving, when the little one will be made into pies for the Unfried family, and the other one will be donated to the Children’s Hospital, where little Gertrude spent fourtesn months of her short life. She is very anxious that the other little sufferers out there, particularly little Ah Kue, the tiny little Chinese heroine, shall taste a pumpkin of her own raising. All three of the children h Hattie watered it, and G ave a part in the donation, for while Josie planted it, ertrude has weed=d it carefully. So on mext Thanksgiving da_y the largest vine that hasever bzen seen in the neighborhood of Shotwall street will bave ended its us=fulness for the pressnt, and be torn down. GERTRUDE R. SPELLAN. Sc they | “I'm her baby,” answered the ragged doll proudly, *and I live here. That is my own house,” she continued. pointing to asoap box in the corner. ‘“Sometimes we light a candle and then I pretends itis a star.” But the little golden-haired doll burst into tears, for she lived in & big doll i house and slent in an eiderdown bed. | And while she was crying she awoke. | Ali the stars were out now and she looked up at them througn the window and wondered what the dream meant. And very soon she fell asleep again. In the morning the litile girl who had | been dressing her up in her Sunday clothes saw that sue had been crying. “What is the matter?” asked the liftle irl. 5 Then the doll told her everything; how she had been in a dream to where the poor women were who go to bed hungry | and of the ragged doll who lived in a soap box and called the candle a star. But the little girl became thoughtful, and asked ker mother if such things wero true. And her mother said yes. Then the little girl went to her doll and told her that she was goiny to save her aickels and give them tn some very poor wowmnan at Christmas time. “By that time they will amount to quite a nice sum,’’ she said, “and we shall be { jnst as happy without them.”” The aoll looked very wise and very happy, for she knew that she had dreamed to some purpose. And it every little girlin this city would do likewise, just think how many happy | people (and dolls, too) there would be | about Christmas time. H. V.8 THE STORIES OF OUR OWN STATE. WISH to say for the boys and girla of Los Angeles who use these col- umans that, in after years, when we be- come successful journalists, illustrators, poets, noveiists and editors, we will al- ways remember that it is to- THE CALL | that we owe our suceess, because it is throwing open this page to-our pens and pencils, encourages us and spurs us to greater efforts. And now three cheers for | THE CALL.” ‘“ The foregoing extract from a letter sent by & bricht boy in Los Angeles is of the same tenor as many others written by the boys and girls who are taking a lively interest in the competition for places on “The Young Authors’” page. In con- nection with this competition, there may be a surprise later, but only the competi- | tion will be discussed now. The exten- | siou of the time for closing the contess has called out favorable comment. The | date for closinz will be November 1. It has been decided, that all possible chance may be given to all who wish to compete, ! to consider communications to be eligible | which show by the postmark that they | were mailed not later than November 1. | But any mailed later than November 1 | will not be placed in competition. This | must be considered as a fair and frienaly warning. | Next Sunday the names of the persons who have consented to actas judges of the California stories and designs for a | beading for “Tae Young Authors Pugs” | will be published. More designs for a received during the | heading have been | past week, and they are very creditable. | Eugene P. Conway of Los Angeles has forwarded a story and aiso a design. He reccives especial mention, for his enter- prise merits it fully. The indications are all favorable that the work of our young people wiil make “The Young Authors’ Page” handsome as well as interesting. Not many days remain before the compe- | tition will close. The more stories and | desigus the better. All ure welcome, and all may have achance to appear—if not among the first five, still prominently. OUR CORRESPONDENTS. MAY BIGELOW EDMUNDS—The idea is very acceptable and vour poem will be printed and {llustrated. FANNIE CARRINGTON —It would be a good idea, just s you suggest, to ask the parents of our bright boys and girls :0 send in for publication the stories that were favorites with them when they were children. But until the California stories the boys and girls are now writing are all in, and “The Young Authors’ Page” has appeared, the matter can. rot be very well taken up for lack of space. The parents might take some time to think this matter over. Of course the stories wouid have to be reasonably short. Whether the children realize the fact or not, the parents can tell stories torivalany of the books in live interest. Your suggestion will be azcied on in due time. FRANK L AYRES—The days of the pioneers were so rich in adventures that your story. telling capacity can find amvle exercise in that direction. Try the davs of 49 if you lack an idea where to begin. There has never been condensed into the same length of time as much of genuine romance as characterized the exploits aud lives .of'the founders of our Pacific Coast communities and States, Your letter indicates that you will find the reading of pioneer history an agreeable task, J. M.—Yes, any idea that you think would furnish a text for a comic drawing lesson swill be acceptable, providing that it is really funny. See what the artists of THE CALL pre. sent for your consideration in the comic drawe ing lessons and you will be assisted. JENNIE B. LANE—You will find some gen- eral facts about the Bumpkins in anotber column. So many questions have been asked about them that some space has been devoted this Morning to let a litile more light in upon 1 their purpose and peculiarities. LILLIE NELSEN—Story about California ra. ceivea. Pleasing stories about California have been | received from CHESTER J. WHIPPLE of San | Bernardino, BLANCHE ASHFORD of Checto, Or., and R. MAUD MALLORY of Reediy, | Fresno County. There is one more week in which to get California stories in. Bty BAND UP ) A_”:‘;\‘:"~ - MARKET STREET. Y