The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 26, 1899, Page 23

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1899. 28 Son of Admiral Schiey 44+ it \RITES ABOUT THE FILIPINO AND ; LLOSILET ™ i VERY CURIOUS WAYS. s R R S SR T R S e Incidentally He Describes the Way the Soldiers Live in Manila and Several Singular Adventures. DITOR SUNT Y CALL: Ttlis very easy to see now that all that has been hitherto published about t slippery character of Aguinaldo is more than true, and umless every surface Indication fails the insur- gents will smell American powder and feel American steel before this letter sees e light. There is not an officer in camp who does not believe that the present calm Is a mere wait, and that at an op- portune moment e Filipinos will k loose and attack the Ther an .be but one result of the impending engagement—the Filipinos will be literal- swept off the face of the earth. They Ave been secretly getting in a quantity arms and their agents are everywhere sout city, and, I am informed, are net throughout the adjacent islande. In every case they are looking for trouble nd are filling the minds of the less well- d than themselves with all sorts quieting storfes. I cannot help ng what a surprise party the in- rgents will run into when our boys open on them. Some of their arms are thoroughly sodern, but many of their “‘cannons” are irfous ‘1ooking pieces, and I had rather € In front than behind them. Fancy & ‘’gun”’ 'made of three-inch gas pipe a stiffened with sectional pieces of hard wood, h#d together with strips of steel or fron! And yet these guns killed, in the hands of the insurgents, quite a num- ber of Spaniards. This particular type of n JA{RUGGECTAPPRENTIESHIP w ARIZONATT o sudden destruction is mounted on a four- wheel cart, made entirely of wood, and it looks about as graceful as a bear in a balloon. The rumor that we are to be attacked has been persistent, and the signal was to be the lighting of fires about the city. ' vas in the city quite 1 drove homeward, sure Malate. To the ards the insur- upon the flamed up in excited min ts were Just see the inmates pour- ocors and windows, vell- their lungs, *‘Cochero,” s and without ‘coats, to the rickety, tumble- 2 was amaze ing out through ing at the top o “Cochero. H cab, waved Insurrectos ng my frightened driver to The mad rush of twenty ; horses dashing through streets, to the accompaniment of a hundred howling men, discounted Ben were meantime urg life. yWn up on every treble of the women’s voices was added to jeaf din. At every jump the 3 imagined they felt the only About We t the question. The on the Paseo de Lunetta, a really enue sweeping along the water st outside the fortifications. or we do have fashion In la—makes the proper hour for driv- m 5 to 7 o'clock in the evening, and n these hours there is a constant of carriages and pedestrians prom- ong the avenue. iny season is about over, and sunny days, with occasional ghowers in the afternoon, are the rule. Warm hardly expresses the weather. We feel that It is quite fresh and chilly when the meter gets down to 75 degrees. from $5 degrees up is the usual I notice that the climate is es- hard on women and children, and ir is sure death to the soft and blooming complexions I remember to have seen in San Francisco. Our own regiment —the Twenty-third Infantry—is fast be- coming seasoned, for the most of us served a ruggesl apprenticeship in Ari- We have neither yellow fever nor lera, but there is undoubtedly danger rom smallpox unless the greatest precau- fons are taken. Nothing i ever saw before ranks with the Filipino. He looks a mixture of Chi- nese, negro and monkey. The men aver- age a shade under five feet in height, and their women are certainly the ugliest lot of humanity on ed#th. In color they run all the way from cheese to ebony, from the palest bleached-out yellow to solid chocolate. Once in a great while you see one, rear view, that looks rather attrac- tive—pretty head, graceful shoulders; but when the subject of your admiration faces you the charm is rudely broken. They have the tendency to adipose that seems inseparable from female life in the tropics, and at 21 they are about the same height lying down as they are standing erect. The usual time of marriage is 15 years. The young women have rather graceful figures and are usually clothed in a sin- gle garment. Milliners are unknown to the Filipino maiden, and her hair is coiled tightly about her head and held by a pin or some similar ernament. When a young man wants to marry her he has to go into a period of servitude to her father. The Spanish ladies or half-castes—mes- tizos—are often good-looking, but as a class they are a dead failure for beauty. They have no favors to bestow on Los Americanos; they stare ungraciously at the bluecoats, and seem to regard us as closely related to His Satanic Majesty. We do not lack for literature—such as it is. There are already two American dallies published here—the American ani the Times. There are three weeklies—the Manila Outpost, Uncle Sam and the Amer- ican Soldier. In addition, there are five datlies published in Spanish. I send you an extract from the Times which may be of interest to Call readers who are anx- fous “o visit this country for commercial purposes: Now that President McKinley has concluded to permanently retain the Philippines, many citizens of the United States, men of all classes, capitalists, manufacturers, professional and laboring men, will think of coming here to speculate and better their fortunes, would it not be wise to sound a warning agalnst undue haste. This city is not ready to accom- modate a large or even a moderate influx of strangers at the present time. ‘While it is true that as soon as everything is straightened as to the policy of local and territorial gov- ernment, there will be ample room fdr American capital and brains there is as yet nothing definitely settled, and no one should think of coming here, unless provided with capital enough to live for at least three months. There is room here’ for factories of all kinds, but the most pressing need of this city at the present time is a good large American hotel and rooming and boarding houses, and men with suf- ficient capital can find good-pay:- ing investment by bullding or buy- ing even now. “Havana could not have rivaled Manila in flith when Admiral Dewey startled the sleeping Spaniards on the first morning of last May; but it is being rapidly cleaned up and will in time be in a fairly good sanitary condition. T. FRANKLIN SCHLEY, First Lfeutenant Twenty-third United States Infantry. Manila, December 22, 1898, KINETOSCOPE; Cake Walking Children At the Orpheum. HERE are two precocious young- sters dancing and singing and per- sonating for the Orpheum audiences: They are Carter de Haven and Bon- nie Maie. They are both just 12 years of age and so different that one cannot say which is better. Bonnle is a little personificator of grace in the cake walk, a perfect reproduction from a Louisiana plantation. Behind all her sweetness and genius Bonnie has a sad little tale, one told only too often in city lite. Mrs. de Haven said the other day: “I found her playing in Chicago two years ago. She had no one to manage her, but gtill the child picked up a living and had done so for three years. You tell about it, Bonnie.” “T used to be in an orphan asylum. My father went away and my mothef could not take care of me. My sister was an actress, and she took me away when I was 7 and taught me to dance and go on the stage. - Then she married and didn’t want me no more. “T got along though. I was not all the time down on my luck. Then Auntie de Haven and Carter came. I was outside the theater door and they didn't want me any more and it was winter and auntie let me in, and I guess she liked Span; ar pe H3 40 1O +D4DPIPIPIPIIIIHOPIED O+ O FIPIPIIIIO L4404 4O+ S+ 0 bbb IbOIDIObObibIbit 4040404040 4540404040404+ R ARCRaC SR S +o4+ 040440 +0404240404040404049 404404 O+ OHIIIPOFILIIOIOIIIIHIIH OO PO+ O+OIIPIPOIDF OO+ D+ O $OPOPDIIFO Db +D4D me a Jittle, and so ‘did Carter, and I danced for her and I did want her to let me go with her. Then she went to St. Louis and T was down on my luck. I wrote a letter and I said I would be good and not bather and would learn anything she wanted if she would only let me go with her. So she sent me money and 1 D R T O T T e R e SR R e Worries and Triumphs of the Six Daus Bicucle Contest PR e e R R e :»#5#0‘4¢¢4¢04¢¢‘¢¢¢¢¢¢0¢: ¢ Why | Married the Winner. : By Mrs. Champion Miiler. it + + > + + + O, this is not the happlest day in my life. You see, 1 haven't won as big a prize as I did at the New York race in December. I won the best prize there that any man ever gained—my wife, But all the same I'm faeling very happy. For aside from my own disappointment’ it would have been an awful blow to Mrs. Miller if I had lost. She just thinks I can beat anybody and everybody. There is one thing I want to say, and 1 mean it: 1 never felt so well after a six- day race in my life. My hands and ankles bother me very slightly, but astde from that I feel ready to meet all comers. Usually I'm pretty well done up for a week or two after a race. The reason I am in such good condition this time is that the track we rode on here is the best that was ever laid down for this sort of thing. My trainer, Mr. West, didn’t let me do any hard work for a week before the race. No one can ever convince me that that is not the best way to train. The reason that Gimm broke down was that he worked like a slave up to the very last minute. I kept telling him to stop; that he was a fool. But he wouldn't listen. The day before the race I never even left the hotel. I stayed in bed all day From a photograph taken after the recent six-day bicycle contest in New York, at which time they were married. long, and though I couldn’t sleep a wink I rested. It’s queer that though I never get excited before a race, still I can't sleep just before it. I had just one hallucination during this race. I kept imagining that I was riding up and down, up and down hills—and sand hills, at that. As soon as I took a minute’s rest I knew that it was a ‘“‘daffy’” idea, but back on my wheel those same hills would pile up pefore me and up and down them I would 0. !l rode my first six-day race at Chicago in 1897 and came in second. My wife was at that race but I didn't even know her by sight then. She says she fell in love with my riding, not me. A man in a six- day race is not much to look at. Of course this has been a very profit- able business for me. There is a good deal more In it than just the prize money —salary from the wheel you ride, etc. To win a six-day race means about $5000 for me. 1 haven’t really lost a pound in actual welght from this last six-day race. My face is a little drawn and haggard and that gives the impression that I have lost weight. Even that thinness will disappear in a day or two. 1 have been riding just about five years, and as I am only 24 I guess I am good for some years on the track. As long as thers ig money in it I intend to stay with it. My wife is a very good amateur rider and she has wonderful powers of endur- ance. The first day when we were in- troduced in Garfleld Park she rode tan- dem with me and guided. I knew that any girl who could guide a tandem like that was the woman to steer me through life. We've been riding tandem now since How I Won the Race. By Champion Miller. B R R e e e e R R R R went. Oh, T am so perfectly happy now, always enough to eat and no_ worry. I think worrying is a trouble, don't_you? Tt makes your feet feel so heavy. It did ot take me long when she wrote I might come."" “No,’ Carter added, “T just made up my mind that- I wanted Bonnie ‘to act with me and we sent her the money, and before we thought she could have got it there was a knock one mornlng and there was Bonnie and her little bundie, and’ we had breakfast all together, She's a nice girl'is Bonnie, and 1 think we will always act together like Nat Goodwin and Max- ine Elliott.” Mrs. de Haven laughed and said: *‘Bon- nie is not satisfled to_be Maxine Elliott; she wants to be EllenTerry @rSarah Bern- hart. She is Sarah Bernhart this morning. Come into the other room and I will show you. - They play stage and theater with their dolls. They are crazy about the 4444 -December 10 and 1 still think so, and never expect to change my opinion. P T is true that I married Charlie Miller just before the finish of the six-day bicycle rave in New York City last December. You have no idea how many people ask me about it and -cem to think that it was such a wonderful thing for a girl to do. Well, 1 don't think it was. Any girl would do as much for the man she loved, wouldn't she? So when, on the fifth day 4f the race, Charlie asked me whether I would be willing to marry him on the morrow before all those people, 1 said yes. You see, the management knew that we were engaged and they talked Charlie into being married at the close of the race for the advertisement of their show and it jammed the place with curious people. All the managers in the world couldn’t have persuaded me, though. But when Charlie asked me I just said yes, tele- graphed to my mother and went out to bur my wedding gown. When T went to New York to see Char- fie in the race I hadn't the slightest idea that we would marry for months to come. 1 had planned to have a pretty little wed- ding at home in Chicago, with all my \ SK AN Ghampion Miller and His Bride. dear friends around me. I simply went to New York to see Char- lie win the race, for, of course, I knew he would win. I stayed beside the race track day and night, until I was almost worh out with watching. Charlie always wears a button with our heads photo- graphed on it. Well, I used to watch that button spin round and round the track until I was dizzy. I really enjoyed it, though, for I was 80 sure he would win, and I met so many lovely, kind people. Then I liked to hear the crowd cheer him. It just made me love all those people, not one of whom I knew, to hear them sing his praises. All the crack bicycle men were theré and I became fast friends with them and their wives. It was on Friday afternoon that the management first spoke to me of marry- ing Charlie right there before the crowd. The race was to end Saturday evening, but he was already so far ahead that there ‘was no doubt that he would win. Of course'I thought it was a crazy idea. Imagine any girl of 18 being willing to marry a man before all those strangers and in such a strange place as the track of a six-day bicycle contest. I thought they must have all gone crazy. *But Charlle got off his wheel for a mo- ment and I went down to talk to him. “Please, Genevieve,” was all he said. He. looked so haggard and so anxious that if he had asked me to elimb the mountains in the moon I would have tried. “I'll do it if you wish,” was what T an- swered, and he remounted his wheel. I telegraphed to my mother to come at once on the lightning express. The man- agement announced that we would be married at 4 o'clock on Saturday after- noon. Then I went back to the hotel with Mrs. Schinneer, the wife of Fred Schin- D R R R *lie and the rest of them rushed back to theater. You would think they would et g4 ¢4 0404 640404040+ 64040404 +040404 63040 40+04 EFIFIOTE + KINETOSCOPHE tired of it.” The children had rigged up a theater and stage and the dolls were the audience. “YWhen we travel we take two sections, and one sectlon is a tylayhouse for them. "They are on the road so much we c the cars just like home,” said Mrs. de Haxflv‘i Tike it? “And you like {t?” “Why, of course,” put in Carter. “Did u see my clothes? They are all x'gnads the Prince of Wales’ tailor, see. g—Ie opened a bureau drawer and showed me a neat pile of satin vests and ties and a black satin suit, all as orderly as any old bachelor’s. “Bonnie, here are your blue lllpg:ars. Now how do_you expect to keep anything nice? Bonnie is-so careless about her things. She doesn't care a straw.” Bon- nie snatched up the offending slippers, jaughing and brushed them. + neer, the crack cyeclist. We talked over the plans for getting ready for such a quick wedding. It seemed as if they had turned the six-day bicycle contest into a wedding-in-twelve- hour contest. It was just a little after 4 when we drove up. Mamma was with me, she dashing in on the lightning express just in time. Mrs. Schinneer was my brides- maid, and Arthur Gardiner, the champion short-distance rider, was our best man. The streets were crowded with people, who were waiting to get a glimpse of us when we got out of the carriage. The manager met us at the door and gave me the lovellest bridal bouquet that any girl ever carried. Not even the Duchess of Marlborough could have had a prettier éne. All the racers had stopped long enough to get washed and shaved. Charlie joined us at the door and then I wasn't a bit nervous. I didn’t see one of all those thousands of people. I just knew that Charlie was there and that we were going to be married. While I was dressing they had carpeted the aisles and we walked into our box to the most beautiful wedding march you ever heard. All the people stood with uncovered heads while the Alderman mar- S e A o e e R i Sl S e e R R SR el Sl 2 R AR Ry A S S Mcmq”.'”QQQQQMN“’«)M&MO#M#Q!PO Sel A5 (2 (Pg 74 ried us. It was just as solemn and sweet and sacred to me as though we had been mar- ried in a church. And the “I will"” meant just as much to us and I am sure all those people wished us happiness as sin- cerely as our dear friends at home. ‘When it was over every cycler there wanted to kiss the bride. The six-day racers had their turn first, because the time they had agreed to lay off was al- most over and they were in a rush to get back to thelr wheeis on the track. T don’t suppose there was ever another bride on this earth before who was kissed by all the champoin wheelmen in the world. The minute the kissing was over Char- their wheels and began spinning around the track again. We stayed a few minutes and every beam and rafter in the place shook with the cheers and congratulations of the crowd. Then we drove off to a wedding dinner, for it was after 5 o’clock. Just imagine a wedding banquet with- out the groom! There 1 was, responding to their toasts, while Charlie was riding round and round the track, winning glory and the first prize, But it had all been so novel and strange that I was getting used to the unusual. After dinner we went back to the race, And when it was over it was not Gene- vieve Hanson who kissed the victor, but Genevieve Miller. Then we all went to'a_ second and happler wedding banquet, for the groom was there. People begged me for a leaf or flower from the bridal bouquet, for they wanted a token of the wedding. Every one sald it was the most unique marriage that ever, hagpened. ell, perhaps it was, but it made two people éust as hlrrpy as they can be and that’s Charlie and me. 1 Rt e e e e e e e o e e R e o B o o o o o e S R Ca 208 SO RO BN SR SO B S8 O S R A s A s 0%0’@0@0%&0“09@0@0@*9* *+ & ] oF LITTLE DeHAVEN AND MAIER In Their Cake Walk. 340 404049 9404040144 SPOL ORI L 4O+ e e e S L Al a e e ae s e ae g e e g e e T R e R S e e e AR e g R R e e e e e e S e S S S e R S R R Ry