The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 14, 1898, Page 7

3.2 64 Judge Denny, Whose Great Run Saturday Made a New Record, and Charlie Thorpe, His Rider. The grand performance of the black the world's two-mile rec the mark set, rd, is s . will rrow to this coa race did nothing to throw black colt shows in a :n fitted for ail of his supposed that the Juc hearsay. I 11 the o mp rider, Charie simply g gan CALA DAY FOR THE SYRIANS The Pearl of the Tribe Married With Great Eclat. Beauty of the Bride the Subject | of an Interesting Story. ‘Tnmlly Feuds Now Hesaled, but Fear Stalks Abroad Among the | Belligerents. ‘With all the ceremony of the Roman Catholic ringe and its adaptation by the llowers of the faith, Miss F -, pearl of the Syrian colony city, and Rachid Rahy 2 united in m ony yesterday on by Father Quinn at St. Pat- ch. of was It portance to local v of i Syrians and to do justice to the oc- casion, preparations for the nuptlal ceremonies began with the rising of the sun. From the four quarters of the city the Orientals, dressed and unwonted care, collect- s father at | as in the midst of | her toilet the ground | ental home was occu- male friends of her an- cestors. From 2 until 4 the Syrians poured in .ike wolves ¢n the fold.” Solomon Rahy, father to the jewel of the tribe. his left eye bandaged with a | flaming red sllk kerchief, performed the | honors so well-that, when the time for | the wedding arrived, there was not a thirsty Syrian for miles about. The wedding itself was picturesque. | The bride, over whom many have quar- | reled, and on account of whom many enmities have arisen, was dressed in truly bridal fashion. The groom was in a sack coat never worn . fore. Back | of them were the swarthy Syrians of both sexes., and in their hards were | lighted tallow candles, distributed by the ushers. It was as if there were & | hundred reproductions of Diogenes | with his lantern searchi.s for some- | thing—trut.., constancy or what not— | 1 back of this marriag: is a story | ich savors of the Orient .l tales that stern travelers tell. i The bride and groom are second cou- | eins, and, according to family tradi- tions, they have been betrothed for | ny vears, so many that even the | bride refuses to spec! Haind Rahy, whose life has been for | the most part passed in this city, was | pled with * ADVERTISEMENTS. ITCHING SKIN DISEASES SPRED wE TREATHMENT for torturing, uring, "&.?,,’.,. burning, and scaly skin and scalp disenses with loss of bair. — Warm baths with Cu- TICURA SOAP, gentie applications of CUTICURA and ful! doses of CUTIOURA RESOL- atest of blood purifiers and humor cures t} Yo sold throughout the world. ' Cum. Cone., Sole Props.. Bosten. " Tiow to Cure Tiching Skin Diseases, free. Lsiton B2 . " BED ROUGH HANDS *Tec el Porren ression that he was a world beater. with light weight up has a chance to idered by many the peer of iam Pinkerton of the great detective agency, though this may roving form with age | of the story. tions. buried, for Obdala Karsha, his section, attended the wedding of | the Rahy. pri of conversation among hors ne time to come. the firm of rms the rumor. n of the saddle. ienced a feeling of gloom t to hi at seemed inevitable. Many ride: r acknowledges defeat until th rider's urging, the e Denny at Emeryville track on Saturday last, when he reduced emen. Many are inclined to argue that while others opine that when the son of Fonso and Belle of ster to down Barney Schreiber’s three-year-old. McNaughton & Mulr, and while occasfonally putting in a good However, like most of the get of Fonso, the Judge Denny was beat “‘most anybody's horse.” any trainer in the country. He It is ormance is looked at it was a great one, and too much credit cannot be given his When the stretch was reached the last time, with Marplot hey were unable to dispel. Thorpe then Judge, foot by foot, overhauled the s would have given up the task, but a © wire has been passed. the idol of beauty, at whose shrine many dark-skinned Syrian cavaliers worshiped. At 14, just when she was budding into womanhood, were noticed by the sons of the fath of the tribe, and many a sonnet was written to her beauty. The cavaliers of the tribe were enthralled. The first to fall to her piereing looks was Brahm Zachary. in his succes the Brahm, exultant , turned his mind toward of the great pas- consummation Now flower of all the Rah yught up under the eye of Rome. Pa. al objections, the disappearance of ss Haind Rahy for two days with nothe irled Zachary out of the sev- enth h dull somber earth, and ever since he has been nursing an exuberant wrath. He even now vows vengeance upon the fortunate and successful Rachid Rahy who yesterday took the hands of th Sy Hel for keeps. The Rahyies, m the youngest son as her charms he felt, and procured a marriage Brahm was a convert to q| s en of glory and happiness to | Men's Christian Assoclation yesterday af- ternoon on “The Enthusiasm of Youth.” He took for his text John 1:2-14, “T have written to you young men because you are strong.” From this text Dr. James delivered “a beautiful sermon, showing 10w the strength God has given us should be rightly used and how necessary it is that all our energies should be enlisted in his service. HARES WERE Ran Like Invalids at Ingle- side Coursing Park Yesterday. | A Large Crowd Present, but | Sport Was Not Finished Owing to the Fog. The coursing at Ingleside Park was wit- nessed by the largest crowd of the season vesterday. Early in the morning the spec- tors began to arrive and until the final | was run off people came and went. At the noon hour the grounds in the rear of the grand stand were turned into a pic- nic ground. Although betting was good and the coursing fast during the day no sensations wert developed. More money | was placed In the pool boxes than on any | previous day and as many short enders won at odds of 5 to 3 the talent was placed at a slight disadvantage. The imported hound Van Cloie, owned and started by Dr. Van Hummel, proved herself to be one of the swiftest, as she beat the fleet-footed Susie in a bye at the end of the second tles in the all-age stake. It was her first course on a local field and the talent was severely jarred on the WEDDING OF MISS HAIND RAHY, JEWEL OF THE TRIBE, AND RACHID RAHY. to the proudest scion of them all, are not yet at peace. They fear the wily Zachary and his threats. On Saturday they consuited their attorney, Felix H. Merzbach for advice, thinking that if the disappointed lover were incarcerat- ed until the marriage was solemnized things would then go well. As it hap- pened, everything went as smoothly as a marriage bell should, and no harm is now anticipated from the Don Furioso The young couple will not tour the southern portion of the State on their honeymoon. The wedding was noteworthy for an- other reason. and the Karsha gens, rival families of the same tribe, many feuds have been fought out. A Rahy was the cause of much discomfiture to a Karsha upon the latter’s return to his native soll. The Rahy apprised the vice-gerent of the Sultan at Jaffa that this Karsha ! had villified his most exalted Highness in America. rived in Jaffa a cordon of the Sultan's cavalry welcomed him in a fashion that engendered large doses of hatred and revenge in the Karshan breast. So when the Karsha ar- Karsha was finally released and re- turned to this city. For some months g- | after the Syrian districts in this city were split in twain by warring fac- But the hatchet of war is now | chief of Peace will now reign supreme, but s now making books on that question. g how long is.a matter of conjecture. The l sporting element in the Syrian colony i En;huninsvm of Y_Ol;fl!. Rev. David James of the Franklin- street Presbyterian Church delivered an address to the members of the Young |23 cases more than any other br: Between the Rahy gens | | rather unexpected result. For the first time in the history of the coursing park | the hares became scarce and a large | number of them proved to be weak and | unfit to go. It is thought to be the con- | ditions of the weather that caused the hares to be lazy, but time after time the hounds were held in the slips_before a | poor rabbit. The all-age stake had to be declared off before the finals, ‘owing to a | beavy fog and scarcity of hares. In con- | Sequence three first prizes were divided between Susie, Diana and Connemara. | _On Sunday, February 20 the non-winners will be given a chance. The entrance will | be placed at $2 50, with $200 added money. | The results follow: Dr. Van Hummel's Van Neda beat S. E. Por- tal's At Last, 10—5; Kay & Trant's Diana beat P. Carney's Nelly Daly, 6—0; Scott & Glasson's Magic beat McComb & Bryan's Glenwood, 7od; Henry Spring's Pat Malloye beat J. Quane's Fireman, 7—3; W. Ryan's Swinnerton beat J. | Byrne's Nelly B, 7—3%; J. Dean's Connemary | beat Deckelman & Panario's Old_Glory, 7-3. E. Scott's Lord Byron beat H. R. Baldwin's | Grasshopper, 7—3; ‘Lowe & Thompson's Hig] | Born'Lady beat S. E. Portal's Gallagher, 11—3; | 8. E. Portal's Laurelwood beat E. J. Heney's | Harkaway, 5—0; M. Murphy's Tod Sloan beat 1. | Murnane's Flashlight, 6—2; T. Butler's Susie | beat P. Rellly's Ranger, 74, Second ties—Diana beat Van Neda, 3-2; | Magic beat Pat Malloye, §%—2; Connemara | beat Swinnerton, 4— High Born Lady beat | Lora Byron, 12—6; Laurelwood beat Tod Sloan, 5—2; Susie a bye. | Third ties—Diana beat Magic, 5—2; Conne- mara beat High Born Lady, 4—0. The stake was not finished, In the consolation stake J. Dean's Mialmo beat J. McCormick's Duke of Oak Grove, 5—0; | Lowe & Thompson's Prince of Fashion beat J. H. Perigo's Wayfarer, 11-5; D. Leonard's beat G.” Pinto's Hercules, 7—4; J. ilkwood beat M. Rogers' Sly Boy, “First ties—Mialmo beat Prince of Fashion, 6-2; Bendalong beat Silkwood, §—2. Final—Mialmo beat Bendalong, 2. Bendalon; Byrne's 8. ————— The Popular Chamnagne. Customs statistics show that 72,775 cases of G. H. Mumm’s Extra Dry were imported in INDISPOSED the | How the Apotheosis of Senator Stanford Was the Martyrdom of Aptist Thomas After an absence of thirteen years, Thomas Hill, the artist, has come back to San Francisco. The painter of the great “Yosemite,” which received the first medal in the Centennial Exposi- tion in Philadelphia in 1876, looks old now and feeble; older and frailer than a man of his years ought to look. And the main cause of his suffering is the very thing on which he once built his greatest hopes of fame and fortune— the picture out at the Park Museum, “Driving the Last Spike.” Thomas Hill has no tenderness for this child of his brush. It is the black sheep of his artistic family. What he has suffered in connection with this picture cannot be atoned for by all the rest of his paintings combined. He speaks of it as “that wretched picture, that dreadful Spike picture!” He dis- likes to talk about it. The very thought of it renews all the humiliation it has caused him. “I never want to see it again. Every- thing connected with it is hateful to me. No one can realize what an agony that picture embodies. That wretched, wretched picture!” Mr. Hill is recovering from a paraly- tic stroke just now. His voice is weak, and while he talks he sits in that effort- ful immobility that follows severe ill- ness. But not age nor sorrow nor suf- fering can quench the sense of humor and the kindly good nature with which the artist looks upon the world. His trials have not embittered him, though they have saddened his heart and shat- tered his health. He told me the story of the celebrated picture yesterday in temperate words such as a dignified, honorable man uses in speaking of an injustice done him. “Mr. Stanford—Governor Stanford he was then—ordered the picture. | We agreed upon a price—not to ex- | ceed $25,000. When he discovered that | his associates in the railroad company | were infuriated at his egotism, at his | monopolizing the credit for work they | all had done, he repudiated the bar- | gain he had made with me and refused to pay for the picture. The ‘Last | Spike’ cost Stanford the presidency of | the Southern Pacific. He wished to | evade the responsibility of what that | picture implied. And he sacrificed me. | That is the whole story. | ““0h, you've no idea of the vanity, the egotism of the man! He would have walked over dead bodies to jus- tify himself. He believed there was nothing too great for him, nothing to which he might not aspire. He firmly believed that some day he should be President of the United States. Fancy such a thing!” Mr. Hill's blue eyes twinkled with humor. Those eyes of his are Very ex- pressive. As a rule they're mild and soft, beneath his broad forehead, above | which the soft, abundant gray hair waves. But they glow with anger, lending an appearance of determina- tion to the artist’s candid, simple face, when the memory of the old wrong stirs within him. “It was in 1875 that Mr. comium ned ture. | Stanford ‘ me to paint that pic- | I worked on it for years, Dozens | of men were sent to me by Stanford | to pose and I painted and repainted, | put in this figure and blotted that one | out, as he was in or out of favor with | Stanford. Every political wind, every personal quarrel, made some altera- | tion necessary—according to Stan- ford’s idea—in the grouping of the | picture. Oh, I cannot tell you how | many alterations I made; how many times, after painting a portrait from life, I had to blot it out and paint over it another face to gratify Governor Stanford’s vanity or enmity. The pic- ture’s all Stanford. You—everybody can see that. He wouldn’t permit any one but himself to be glorified in it. Not only must he have the center of the stage, but those whom he dis- liked or of whom he was jealous must be subordinated or even taken out al- together. Oh, the weariness of being subjected to that sort of thing! “I had put Mr. Durant of the Union Pacific, who drove the silver spike, be- hind Stanford. When Stanford saw that he objected immediately. “ ‘Nobody must have a hammer but me in that picture,’ he said. ‘You've glven him too prominent a place any- way.” “ ‘Well,’ I asked, ‘whom shall I place | there?’ S | “‘Put Strowbridge in his place,’ he | sald. “'And Strowbridge did come clear up from Arizona on a pass issued by the oflice to pose for his picture. ‘“‘And where shall I put Mr. Durant?’ I asked then. “‘Oh, it is not important. He was one of the Union Pacific people. It doesn’t matter.’ ‘ ‘I can place him where Mrs. Strow- bridge stands.’ “ ‘Yes,' said Stanford, ‘and put Mrs, Strowbridge by my side. She deserves a first place, for she has been in the lead all the way from Sacramento.’ “Mrs. Strowbridge had cooked for | them all, had been with them through | all the hard work in the beginning, you | know. It was one of the best traits in | Stanford’s nature that he should be grateful to and remember her, wasn't 1% % Perhaps it was. But with the light that Thomas Hill throws on the dead millionaire’s character one is more like- ly to believe that it was the impossi- bility of any rivalry between himself | and a woman that induced Mr. Stan- | ford to accord Mrs. Strowbridge so | prominent a position. | “One day Stanford wanted Towne out of the picture. I pleaded for Mr. Towne, and Stanford finally consented that he should be placed in the back- | ground by the side of Colonel Grey. Then his eye caught the figure of David D. Colton, and he exclaimed angrily: I don’t want that man in. He has 1 no business there. He was not con- | nected with the road at the time.’ | “So Colton was taken out. MacCrel- lish of the Alta California came next. Stanford’s eyes flashed when he saw MacCrellish’s figure. “‘Why have you got that man in? he asked. I told him that I understood McCrellish was present on the occa- | Slon, and that if 1 should leave him out, being the editor of a paper, he would annihilate me. ‘I will annihilate you if he is in,’ Stanford answered. And | then he told me of the enmity between MacCrellish and the railroad people, Of course MacCrellish was taken out, and Stanford said he ‘would think up some suitable person for the position.’ He decided upon his brother, A. P. Stan- ford. So his face was painted in where MacCrellish’s had been. “I can’t tell you,” Mr. Hill went on, passing his hand wearily over his face. “It would tire you to listen to all the changes I made under Mr. Stanford's direction. I only mention them that you may understand that I had been ordered to paint the picture, and that one of the proofs is that I made these changes solely at Stanford’s direction.” . How absurd .c is to imagine Thomas Hill, on his own responsibility, conceiv- ing a picture that should have for its only ald the glorification of Mr. Stan- ford; of his arranging and rearranging the figures in §t of his subordinating 1897, one-third of the entire importation, or e.- every question of art ethics, of fitness, i J N Hill. of history and of truth to the rich man’s love of prominence and uis am- bition to be remembered by posterity. And yet this is the stand that Stanford took when he realized the light in which his fellow projectors of the rail- road viewed the "Last Spike” picture. He declared that Hill had painted the picture without any authority from him and that he was not responsible tor the idea of the grouping or anything con- nected wwith it. “‘But mine wasn’t the only case in which he treated a poor devil in this way,” said Mr. Hill philosophically. “He had ordered Stone—do you know who Stone was? An artist, too, poor fellow! Well, Stone had been ordered to make drawings for statuary, repre- senting Stanford. The Governor showed them to me. They were really beau- tifully done—but, imagine! Here was Stanford high up on a locomotive, and on the cow-catcher in front, Stanford's son. But wait—the locomotive was represented as coming out of the clouds. Fancy a heavenly locomotive and Stanford on it! The Governor saw that he would make himself ridiculous, after the thing was explained to him, so he did with Stone what he did with me; said that he had not ordered the pictures and refused to pay for them. Stone sued him and recovered about one-fifth of what he should have been paid for his time and his work.” “Did it never occur to you, Mr. Hill, that you might take the thing into the courts, too?” “No. For one thing, I had no legal proof of ail I would swear is true. My wife had destroyed—as women will, you know—all the notes and directions we had had from Mr. and Mrs. Stanford. It would be only my word against his. And he was rich—he had been very kind to me, too—and I was poor. I didn’t realize for some time that he meant to repudiate it all. I went down to the office on Townsend street, where the little clerks had been so smooth and so suavely polite before, and, now that Stanford’s humor had changed, their affability had gone also. I waited five hours in that horrible office, only to be told that Mr. Stanford had gone home without seeing me. Four—no, five—days I spent like that. And, at last, when I was sick and weary with waiting, a clerk told me in an off-hand manner that Mr. Stanford had gone to Europe. “And so he had. He had gone away'! to avoid me and the ridicule and ani- mosity the picture, as he wished it painted, had stirred up against him. W You can’t imagine the indig- natfon these men felt at Stanford. One of them said to me, “That is ad—pretty picture, when men of my standing have to be placed in the background!’ “Don’t talk to me of the vanity of women. I learned more, painting that picture, of the littleness of men than most people have any realization of. Why, here’s a case. You know Tritle, ex-Governor of Arizona, was one of the commissioners sent by the Govern- ment when the last spike was ham- mered in. Well, when Tritle came to have his portrait painted. he had no whiskers. You know Tritle’s whisk- kers?” I do—I did, at least, and know them to be worthy of you and to receive the greatest admiration upon the Com- stock years ago. “Well, here was Tritle’s face going in to the picture that snould hand him down to posterity, and no whiskers! Unfortunately he had just shaved. Poor Tritle with no whiskers! So he decided that I should paint the whisk- ers on after I had finished his por- trait. And I did. It makes him look like Steve Gage, but you must remem- ber those whiskers didn’t pose.” Here’s to the man that can still find fun in the world after the world has treated him so shabbily! Hill mortgaged his place at Seminary Park so that his family might have means on which to live while he was working at the big picture, payment for which should recompense him for the time— it couldn't for the disgust that must have filled his artistic soul at such a commission—fhe had given. When the great millionaire went to Europe for a vleasure trip the artist was left to face his creditors. “I gave up our place,” he said, sim- ply. “I was heart-broken and my health was failing. I couldn’t face such a debt, and my country home was sacrificed for not half its cost. I crawl- ed away from San Francisco. I was desperately ill. The worry had pros- trated me. In my despair I went to George Crocker, told him my story and asked for help. “ ‘Well,” he declared, ‘artists are fools. Show me the man under the sun, not an artist, who would have done a thing like that without insuring himself by some sort of contract.’ “He was right,” Thomas Hill looked across at me frankly. “And he prob- ably knew Stanford better than I did. We are fools. Artists are incompetent. They need a guardian.” So they do, in thejr dealing with mill- lonaires, if Stanford was a type of rich men. “Crocker was very kind to me,” con- tinued Mr. Hill. “He loaned me the money. And I afterward repaid him every cent, with interest, too, although he didn’t want to accept that. It must have surprised him to find an artist not only able to earn $1000, but anxious to repay it,” Mr. Hill smiled knowingly. “And did you never see Mr. Stanford again?” I asked. “Once, yes.” Thomas Hill sat up straight in the low rocker. “When he got back from Europe, at last he saw me by appointment. I went into the office. ~There was one of the young Crockers sitting there. I told Mr. Stan- ford about the picture, how I had had to hire a studio and pay $26 a month, merely to have a place to put the wretched thing, and all the rest of it,” he said, with a sigh. “ ‘I'm sorry,’ said Stanford. ‘I've oft- en thought of some dispesition that should be made of your picture; that it should be placed somewhere, as it's his- torical. But I really don’t know what I could do about it. I never ordered it.’ “But his eyes had dropped to the ground,” Mr. Hill said, his own eyes flashing with anger. “He didn't dare to look me in the face and say that. “‘Oh, you don’t mean that!’" I said t; him. ‘Mr. Stanford, you don’t mean that." “‘Yes, I do,” he answered, but still keeping his eyes bent upon the floor —not daring to raise them, ‘I never or- dered that picture.’ “‘Well, you did,’ I answered. ‘But that ends it. ‘T'll never speak to you again about the picture. Never! “And I left him, but think of it. T had had two opportunities to sell the picture. First a millionaire—don’t men- tion his name, offered me $25,000, my price; and later a man offered me $10,- 000 if I would paint out Huntington and put in Colton. I wrote to Stan- ford—this was, of course, before his return—telling him of the offer, and he wrote back vaguely that I shouldn’t change the picture, to leave it as it was. He neither gave up his claim to it nor accepted it, till it was too late for me to dispose of it. 5 “And yet one day, long before this, he had agreed to pay me $5000 on ac- count—for the picture he never or- dered! And he had objected to my sell- ing phot hs, and I had meekly glven up what might have been quite’ a source of revenue, of my own ple- ture, the picture he says 1 painted without any order from him! And on the.Southern Pacific’s trains, on their advertising folders, they printed, with- out my permission, and without paying me for the privilege, copies of the ‘Last Spike' picture, which Stanford declared wasn’t his property. “‘Oh, well,” Mr. Hill's sigh has more of philosophy in it now than of dolor. “That picture was fated to be un- fortunate. The Italian artist who stole the idea of my picture—they had sent out here from Washington for a copy of the ‘Last Spike’—for the cupola at Washington, was disappointed also. For some reason, the design wasn't accepted. Isn’t it a sort of poetic jus- tice that Stanford, who longed to be immortalized in the capitol, more than for anything else in this world, should have failed in this, too? “But it's all past now. And it isn't the loss of the money that grieves me so—though at one time, as I've told you, that meant much to me. It's being treated so shamefully. It's having the public think that I painted that pic- ture of my own accord, and then tried to make Stanford take it by lying about an order from him. “Oh, I know!” Mr. Hill waved a deprecatory, thin white hand in an- swer to my exclamation. ‘“People tell you that it doesn’t make any difference what is said about me; that his friends know and will justify him. But, right at the same time, they're saying sagely, ‘Where there’s so much smoke there must be some fire. “Mrs. Stanford knows that her hus- band ordered that picture, for she, her- self, when she saw MacCrellish's figure in the picture, said: ‘Don’t put that man in! He has made my husband suffer so!’ If Mrs. Stanford will only do me justice, if she will put me right before the peo- ple, she may have the picture. I'm 1Elhrough with it now, and I'll give it to er.” I went out to the park when I left Mr. Hill to see the painting again. But I can no longer look upon it without, mentally, seeing a companion picture of Thomas Hill, with his white hair and his white beard and his invalid face, as he sat telling its history. I hear that gentle, quiet voice, like the chorus of a Greek play, commenting upon, explain- ing the real motives of the lifelike fig- ures that crowd the stage; making plain that which was obscure, justify- ing that which seemed unwise. When you know the history that is painted in that great canvas out at the Park Museum you'll look at it with more interest. You'll try, behind each painted face that is grouped about the central figure, to find its predecessor, as a geologist in laying bare one stra- tum after the other of earth’s layers, discovers the secrets of Nature's stu- dio. But of one thing you may be sure. However great may have been the changes to which, in the process of making, this famous picture was sub- Jjected, one face, one figure has stood like a rock, unchangeable. While all about him eddied the shifting pictorial fortunes that rose or fell at the pleas- ure or displeasure of the artist patron; while Durant became Strowbridge and MacCrellish was bewitch:u into some one else; while the merry 13-14-15 rail- road puzzle was being played down on Townsend street and also on painted canvas, the position of Stanford’s fig- ure was never changed; Stanford’s face alone shone in the full effulgence of its well-chosen prominence as steady, as unalterable as a fixed star among a lot of whirling meteors. But the apothesis of Leland Stanfor in the “Last Spike” picture is also the | artistic martyrdom of Thomas Hill. MIRIAM MICHELSON. _———— Runs at Decoto. DECOTO, Feb. 13.—Newark and the Alameda County Coursing Club held a twenty-four dog stake to-day. The coursing and judging were good. True Blue, a local dog, took the first money. The prizes were $20, $15 and $10. The run was as follows: First ties—Culligan’s Last Chance beat Cowen’s Either, Coram's True Blue beat Doon’s Klondike, Hansen’s Dottle Dimple beat Cockefair & Walton’s Silver Plate, Duffy’'s Do Me beat Belcher's May W, Michaleck’s Douglass beat Field’s Santa gelln. Hallle’s Arapahoe beat Pire's Lazy 0y. Second _ tles — True Blue beat Last Chance, Do Me beat Dottie Dimple, Doug- las beat Arapahoe. Third ties —True Blue beat Do Me, Dougless beat May W in a bye. 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Presenting for the first time here “THE SERENADE!” a héalre gmmuuun GOTTLOB 8C Lessres 8 rametes To-night and all this week! Harry Corson Clarke, And His Own Excellent Comedy Company, in George H. Broadhurst’s Farce, “WHAT HAPPENED TO JONES.” It's & round of laughs. Next Monday—MARIE WAINWRIGHT. (CRIEDLANDER GOTTLOB 8 (° Lessits & ey To-night and all this week. Last Performances. 'BLACK PATTI TROUBADOURS! NEW FEATURES COON SONGS COON COMEDY JUBILEE SHOUTS OPERATIC REVIEWS | METROPOLITAN TEMPLE. | TWO NIGHTS—Tuesday and Wednesday, Feb- ruary 15 and 16. R. E. PEARY, Civil Engl- neer, U. §. N. The greatest explorer living. Wil graphically describe his experience in the | far North. Tilustrated with 100 lantern views. Seats now ready at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. TILSON and ERROL, society sketch artist WANRELL and MAZZI, operatic stars; MAU | BEAL PRICE, vocalist and mimic; ADEL- | MAN and LOWE, musical specialties; AL German' comedian; FILLIS' DOGS, | the canine wonders; CLIVETTE, silhouette | artist; BROTHERS ' DAMM, eccéntric acro- bats; AMERICAN BIOGRAPH, new scenes. Last Week of the Relgning Sensation, THE GREAT T GAUTIER. Reserved Seats, 25c. Balcony, 10c. Opera | Chairs and Box Seats, Gc. TIVOLI OPERA-HOUSE. | MRs. ERNESTINE KRELING, Proprietor & Manager | Every Evening, Scenic Revival of Richard = Stahl's Comex Opera, | “SAID PASHA!” | A great cast, including: John J. Raffael, Ed- | win Stevens, Thomas C. Leary, Arthur Don- lson, Phil Branson, Arthur Boyce, Fred Kav- agh, Flotence Wolcott, Edith Hall, Tillie et s Flegant _Cost: Gor Beautiful cenery, Elegan! stumes, r- s “LIFE IS ONLY SUN- geous Accessories. SHINE.” Next _opers—Milloecker's nautical success, THE VICE-ADMIRAL, the gem of all German comic operas. Popular prices......................3%¢c_and 500 BOX OFFICE ALWAYS OPEN. ALCAZAR THEATER. | TO-NIGHT, MONDAY, | Starts the Second Week of the Farcical Hit, “CHARLEY’S AUNT!” From Brazil, ‘Where the Nuts Come From.” 15e, 2c SATURDAY OX MOROSCO0’S GRAND OPERA-HOUSE. Walter Morosco........Sole Lessee and Manager Second Week of the Popular Sterling Actor, HARRY MAINHALL, In Bronson Howard's Great War Drama, “SHENANDOAH !’ The First Production In This City at Popular ces. Play With New People in the Cast. |4 Ben i e e Evening Prices, 10c, 2c, i0c. Matinees Satur- day and Sunday. ST. BERNARDS ON DRESS PARADE TO-DAY Minine Fair | KLONDIKE ... EXPOSITION MECHANIC—;'S— PAVILION. Doors open 10 a. m. to 5 p. m. and 7:30 to 10:30 p. m. There will be 40 noble dogs on exhibition all day. No advance in admission. Free Souvenir Spoons to ladies, 10 a. m. to 6 p. m. to-day. To-morrow, Boxes of Candy. TO-NIGHT—$§t. Valenting Humorous contests on ping_contest—20 TUESDAY—Y. (adults). Children, THIS IS THE LAST WEEK OF THE MICROSCOPIC MARVEL, CHIQUITA She Is but One-third the Size of Mr. or Mra General Tom Thumb. Gala Carnival. stage. Soap-wrap- young ladies. M. C. A. Admssion, 25 isc. Every Afternoon and Evening, Rain or Shine. 10c to all, tncluding Vaudeville; children, fe. RACING! RACING! RACING! ~——CALIFORNIA JOCKEY CLUB— wmtlgrhmeetln,. 'm;-!g. 'Begl;l’nilllx lu?NDA!, ‘ebruary 7, to February 19, Inclusive. AKLAND RACETRACK. RACING MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY AND SATURDAY. FIVE OR MORE RACES EACH DAY. ~———RACES START AT 2:15 P. M. SEARP. —— Ferry-boats leave San Francisco at 12 m. and 12:30, 1:00, 1:30, 2:00, 2:30 and 3 p. m., connecting with train stopping at the entrance to track. Buy your ferry tickets to Shell Mound. Returning—Trains leave the Track at 4:15 and 4:45 p. m., and immediately after the last race. THOMAS H. WILLIAMS JR., Pres. R. B. MILROY, Secretary. Corner of Meson and Eddy Streets. OLYMPIA— Music Hall 0; JACKSONS, The Most Beautiful BYRON and BYRON, THE COUNCH, MABEL LLOYD, PURITA, H ARD and'a great olio by artists. Admission free. House heated. CON(.;.EZIRT. i NEFIT of A. M. B. ; stfitnn "—n MISS FLORA BATSON, the eal Mmezzo-t no, and the lion basso, Mir. Sompanist. | Monday e Febos s it. even| ‘el ary Folock. General admission Sic. :