The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 18, 1900, Page 23

| : i : Pages 23 10 32 PFEIG FEFEFOIOIEE @ X SXOXROAON O RO *. . * . . . » . * - * - & ‘0*0&0&“0&0 Tall, *OHO: $ H Pages 23 10 3 GOROROEGAOROR SRR L OX ORI XIXOXOQ PP RGP U SAN FRANCISCO, SUNDAY, MARCH 18, 1900. ST. PRTRICK'S MEMORY HORORED BY THE SORS. OF ERIA Old Woodward Pavilion. red at the | James Bryce, R. E. O'Connell, J. R. Tobin, ple room of | Neal Power, Jeremiah Deasy, William 3mdepl ick. R. C. O'Connor, A. M. MacPherson, John | G. 3. Fitzgibbons, James E. | Welsh. P. Broderick, John D. | tam O'Connell, John Grant, Colonel | or, James H. Barry, Colonel P. 3 Welsh, E. C. Broderick, E. B Jobhn Enright, J. J. C. Jeremiah Coffey : Dundon, Charles McDonald, Captain P. J e. T. I O'Brien, Joseph 'McKenna, Wil- F. Wattson, James J. O'Brien, Matthew am McCann, John J. Phelan, Kelleher, John Sullivan, Charles E Madison Babeock, Patrick Nolan, | Dr. C A Clinton, Dr. J. H, O’Connor, John which | Connor, Thomas J. Stanton, P. F. McCormack, P. D. Mul James J| Welsh, Milton B. OL. T. F. BARRY. Du: iam % > & X g g B & " Sulltvan, P. J. Thomas, W. >. K. Johnson, J. B. McIntyre, P. J. Kennedy, Matthew O'Donnell, C. M. Dooley, M. J. . Murigan, James K. Cosgreve, J. J.' Gildea, is he James F. O’'Brien, T. J. Wattson. ge American table, on either | IRISH SOCIETIES HONOR THE MEMORY OF SAINT PATRICK OODWARD'S PAVILION, the scene of so many public gatherings, never held an audience more sincere, its cheerless walls and bare rafters never reverberated with patriotic cheers more tervently given, and its cold, uninviting in- _ | terior never appeared more radiant and the | was never garbed in more gala attire than yesterday. The convention of Irish-Amer- nable 10 at- | jcan societies of San Francisco held exer- cises ere both afternoon and evening in celebration of St. Patrick’s day. The e Major Gener; 1AM i par ourselves ) 3 | St. Patrick’s Day Ode by Charles D. South. . Irish Societies Make a Day of It at the e ROBERT FERRAL. @+ oeoeoee + L S S e S O L While honoring the memory of their patron saint the Irish-Americans took ad- vantage of the opportunity to express i.)'mg‘alh?' for the struggling Boers of South Africa, and with the open-hearted generosity that has always been charac- teristic of their race donated the entire proceeds of the day’'s entertainment to the alleviation of the sufferings of those who are fighting under the leadership of Oom - * s he lit the Paschal fire, g, “Baal, behold thy funeral pyre!” ed the lingering spirit-host' of Night, he Triune God’s transcendent Light! sown seed hath flourished, wondrous ong, the bdlood ¢ plant, Time's path yrs nourished, by the storms of hate made strong! T iges, strengthens hero-souls that lead the millions may be freed; the Irish spirit felt, ner, there shall Glory find the Celt! t it bears 1 on a thousand gory fields. in Freedom’s cause this hour rings the faithful brand he wields; he treks the rugged regions of the Afric kop and veld, Where the handfuls teach the legions that the tyrant's doom is knelled! \ Oom Paul, grim Afrikander, steadfast stands, but not alone, ple faith far grander than the Queen upon her throne! Fell he smiteth for his sireland 'mid the volkstrand battle’s roar— here is triumph for old Ireland in each victory of the Boer! :gh remote the struggling nation, yet each bolt for Freedom hurled Speeds mankind’s emancipation in the monarch-ridden world! Eobs Cronje’s prayer the breaking of the day when morning’s wings the thrones of cast-off Flash o'er sovereign peoples shaking down ’s name our omen, and the Sunburst yet shall flame <le by Saxon foemen cursed with rule of blood and shame! th its rays of glory, Art and Science, hand in hand, at old Erin's story when her land was Learning’s land! s sons shall greet her 2s in classic days of yore, joybells ring the sweeter,Tara’s harp be mute no more! “Lord, how long?” a voice appealeth, in oppression’s doleful night; “Lord, how long?” on darkness stealeth the invisible light! The republic’s dawning glimmers over Irish hill and lea; In reflected beauty shimmers the bright Emerald of the Sea! Rise, O Sun, redeem our sireland, Emmet’s tomb, the shamrock’s sod! Speed the Freedom-light on Ireland—Thou, our Hope, Almighty God! March 17, 1900. N RO RN, RS R D > < DR R ORSEDT PO R ORI, R, R Paul for their country and their freedom. The decorations of the Pavilion were a distinctive feature of the celebration. Streamers of bunting—the emerald of Tre- |land and the orange of the Transvaal— | covered the bare boards of the galleries. | The flag of Old Erin, the stars and stripes of Uncle Sam and the banner for which | the Boers are fighting were everywhere in evidence. Over the platform was a por- trait of the President of the little South | African republic. Above it were the words “God Save Ireland,” and beneath “Liberty or Death.” The afternoon exercises opened with an overture by the band, “Salute to Erin.” This was followed by the address of the president of the day, Thomas F. Barry, who spoke in part as follows: The celebration of St. Patrick’s day has pec: lMar significance this year. While its religio aspect is not lost sight of there are two ele- ments entering into it of unusual importance. The claim or belief of an Influential portion of the American people that we are an Anglo- Saxon nation makes it necessary that those o are racially distinct from that ambiguous conglomerate should insist upon the true idea of Americanism—that it is a happy union and fusion of all the best elements of the noblest and best European peoples. The studious endeavor of Great Britain's rulers to misrepresent the Irish attitude toward the empire and its wanton aggressions in South Africa renders it imperative that an earnest protest should be recorded by men of Irish birth or eympathies all over the world wherever they are free to express it. The order of the Queen that the shamrock be worn by Irish sol- diers on the 17th of March is a national humili- ation; the display of the flag over the Mansion House in_London will show the con- tempt which the Briton feels for the attempt of the Celt to spurn hie yoke: and the plaudits for the Irish soldiers by the British public ex- cite the same abhorrence that Christian fathers must have felt when the Ottoman empire crowned with laurels their sons who filled the ranks of her izaries. true Americans are still Believing that all loyal to the principles of the Declaration of In. dependence, and that the worst republic is bet. ter than the best monarchy, we have thought that no_more powerful protest could be made against English policy, and no more noble cause could be served, than'by devoting the proceeds of our celebration to the aid of the widows and orphans of the vallant Boers. The Programme. in Guience. Portions of is oration foons O R TR DR TN DR DY R OHTOHEDETSIESES OO Mr, President, Ladies and Gentlemen: On Patriotism and Pathos Were Expressed in Oration and Song. Dome FEATURES OF RG-S PROGRAMME. e e O e e e e o o o o % SN ASS B > A e M, T A< R K <@ | affair was admirably conducted, the | the feast of the Tabernacles the sons of Israel T T ) | programme _elaborate and _interesting {ome BRENr (o GRREROTS, (NS oot | i J"] E QP] ] T 99 throughout and the occasion Was a Mem- | jnutisct they bring up the memories of past > ot - - | B orable one. glory, of centuries of suffering in many lands, and they murmur with a sadness deep as Jere- miah's, “Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of Kingdoms. Thy pomp is brought down to the grave and the worms cover thee. | Thy sun is gone down while it is vet day.” Irishmen, I call upon you to testity. You have suffered; you have had wrongs; some of you have fled by night from the iand that was yours; have hidden by day in the mountain | fastnesses; pursued by the redcoats who knew no mercy but the bayonet stroke of death; have slept in the dew with heaven for shel- ter; but ie there one of ycu whose memory is 80 black and deselate that he will say, ““There is no beauty, no joy, no sweetness in the motherhood” e. The distress of Erin does not sllenate ua We admire and exalt Ireland Yor her glories. but for her sorrows | we love her. Such is the history of grand causes. The gospel of Christ, hollest and grandest of all causes, had its martyrs. I tell you, gentle- men, that a noble cause will not thrive ex- cept in ground watered and made fertile by the blood of the best and purest. Christianity had its Stephen, its Peter, its Sebastian. | Christ himselt perished upon the cross; and the | cause of liberty has had its Robert ' Emmet, its John and Henry Sheares and its thousands of humble and nameless martyrs, who have given their homes, their families, their lives for that sweet cause. The orator here told the story of Pro- metheus, who stole the fire from heaven, gave it to men and was punished by Jove, who chained him to the crags and set the vultures to gnaw at his vitals. Ireland’s Woes. O peasant men and women of Erin, what words shall 1 find to paint your woes or give your injuries utterance? On you has fallen the heat and burden of these eight centuries of strife and bitterness. Your leaders might face the scaffold with calm eves, for beyond it they saw everlasting fame and 4 nation’s gratitude. Your generals gave up their lives in your de- fense, but they knew that monuments wopld rise where their blood wet the earth. But you, the heroic common people of Ireland, what was there to compensate you for the confiscation of your crops, the burning of your homes, the starvation of your families, the dishonor by a brutal soldiery of your pure wives and daugh- ters, the murder of your sires and your sons, the desolation of your country and the exile of your kindred? On you fell the welght of these penal laws that made it a felony for you to go to school or to church; that gave you no rights against an Englishman; that laid' you open forever to the caprice of foreign masters and the extortion of foreign landlords. ‘Wonder not, then, that Erin's sons, who have pled the earth, have carried with them the fove of freedom. In every clime, under every #ky, wherever Celt has set his foot he has been an ‘apostle of liberty. Wherever the battle of freedom has raged, there the Gael has bees the foremost rank. Wherever a few brave stand against oppression yranny, there has been the Celt, ins, : A &mmmme of literas and musical :.‘:;’.,.'.,....‘.’l congoling, fighting, dylm"’.m & numbers and speclalties followed. The | matter what the odds; no matter what the flag; articipants were forced by the applause [ no matter though the people be stran; and hat greeted them to ro:l)oml to encores. | the language of his tentmate unknown to him— The features of the eve: celebration | all he asked was the' chance to strike a blow were the poem by le: uth, the? for fi cause, for this was Ireland’s On Cuba's soll, under our own Captain nell, the Irish were among the first to land in i -greatness and display. HON. M. COONEY. e e e o e e ] [ S S S andndn an S e S e S S i, ;////, 7/ smiled upon Washington when, on Christmas night, he crossed the Delaware—may the of justice, who holds the universe in his hand, look down with beneficent eye upon these brave warrior Boers, who are fighting for freedom 88 freemen alone can fight. Citizens of America, mistake not the mean- Ing of this war! It is not merely the Boers against the British. it is freedom against tyr- anny. Jf these Boers fall the cause of freedom will e received a blow from which it will reel for centuries. These Boers are fighting your fight—my fight—the fight of every free man. Liberty is a precious boon, and eternal vigilance is its price. Americans, arouse! Speak out as individuals; speak out as a nation. Let the world know—let England know—that we de- nounce this war. Hope for the Green Isle. Gentlemen, there is hope for Ireland, hope for liberty. ' Remembsr the cheering words of the old church, “‘Swrsum corda, lift up your hearts, take courage.” God is working on our side. 'His plans take in centuries as though they were moments. England in her panoply of ®old and steel is yet a temporal thing and ber prosperity may pass away like a cloud. Her empire is built upon wrong principles and cannot endure. England is a vampire sucking the blood of subject colonies. e germ of rottenness is in her tissues and the huge body must in time disintearate. The measure of England’s iniquity is full. The Belshazzar of nations, drunk with power and vainglory, is sitting at the last banquet board engaged in the last dreadful orgy. Be- hold the trappings of pride, the spoils of na. tions, the satraps, the women and the slav Behold the multitude in stupid wonder at this Hark to the pleasing music, breathing flattery to the glutted mon- arch of all there. Luxurious, arrogant England, 1 see you still like the fated Belshazzar. Like the drunken Babylonian, thou hast profaned the sacred vessels, hast deified power, hast trifled with the laws of nations and the rights of men. Behold, the columns and the arches of thy greatness crumble. I see thee rising from thy banquet board, where thou hast feasted while millions starved; I see thee shield thy face with thy hands. I see thy minions pale and faint with terror. . beware, the hour will e, the handwriting will ap- pear on the wall, thou shalt read the sentence, “Thou hast been weighed in the balance and found wanting. The days of thy kingdom are numbered and the number is ended.”” ~When the climax of thy orgy shall be 3 the letters of aftri 3 find_the Irish nation to be thy Daniel and thirty million Irish tongues to say ‘‘Amen." The afternoon and evening programmes were as follows: AFTERNOON. Overture, “Salute to Erin,” La Motte, band; address, president of the day, Thomas F. Barry; soprano solo, ‘‘Kathleen Mavourneen,'* Miss_ Lillfe L. Roed recitation, ‘‘Shamus O'Brien,” T. C. Maber: collection of patriotio airs, r, band; Irish jig and reel, O'Con- nor Kelleher, Professor T. McCart] Irish piper, accompanist: ‘‘Star Spangled Banner,”” by the Alamo gquartet, Mme. Ellen H. Lewis net, “Kill - Knights of St. Patrick Banquet in Palace Maple Room. first basso; John Hanson. second basso: original m, Charles D. South; selection from “‘Bo- hemian Girl” (Balfe), orchestra; vocal solo, “Klllarney,” Miss Dalsy Keane: oratio Thomas W. Hickey: Boer national anthem, o: ocal salo, Thomas J. Walsh lection ‘of Irisk airs.’ orchestra: solo, Lamen Mile. Elena Roeckel: fancy fan dance, Miss Alice Flanagan; vocal solo. ‘“Three Leafed Shamrock.”” Mre. S, Tull: ney dance, Miss Pear] Hickman: “God Save Ire- land,” Miss Daisy Keane. The gentlemen who had supervision of the celebration and whose untiring efforts were rewarded by the unqualified success which resulted were: Officers of the convention—Colonel Thomas F. Barry, president; Hon. M. Cooney, Hon. Thomas F. Seary, vice presidents: C. J. Col- lins, secretary: P. M. McGushin, financial sec- retary; John Mulhern, treasurer. Executive Committee—Willlam Mulvin, Thos. F. Alford. Literary Committee—M. Cooney (chairmam, John H. McGinney, John Mulhern, C. B. Flan- agan, J. J. Gallagher, Willlam Mulvin, Thomas N. Seary, 8. R. O'Keefe, M. J. Gorman, Mrs. Theodore Richards, Mrs. J. J. Donovan. Reception Committee—Hon. Robert Farral (chairman). J. C. Canty, Willlam Broderick, William Murphy, J. D. Condon, J. J. Donovan, John Ganey, Rodger McCarthy, M. J. Warren, John McGillicuddy. YOUNG MEN OF ST. DOMINIC DISPLAY THEIR PATRIOTISM DISPLAY of patriotism was made by the Young Men's Holy Name Soclety of St. Dominic’s Church. The organ- jzation gave an entertainment last even- e e e o aa ] e R S S SRS S S o an ol B S S o o 4 | | ing at St. Dominic’s Hall in honor of St. Patrick's day that won the admiration of the big audience that attended. The fol- lowing programme was rendered: Gramophone prelude, W. O’Connor. Overture, St. Peter's Orchestra: first violins, Miss K. Welch, Miss R. Stalbers, Miss M. Clark, Miss A. Guthrie; second violins, Miss M. Bareilles, the Rev. D. O. CROWLEY. Miss A. Milly, Miss V. Kennedy, Miss M. Kelly: viola. Miss M. Roche: piano, Miss Lo Owen’and Miss M. Bennett. Introductory re- | President R. J. Roche: voeal solo, W. violin solo, ““The Rose of Sum- m Miss K. Welch, ace y Mise J. 'Welch; recitation, Miss Lucy Lamb: vocal solo, Miss Rose Broderick: harp solo, Kimball-Fitzsimmons; voeal solo, Handful of Eart wil- liam J. O’'Brien. Quartet, Young Men’s Hol | Name Soclety—First _tenor, Forrest Ada: | second_tenor, Dennis Kenny: first bass, Wil | lam O'Neill; second bass, Eugene Autard. | Violin_solo, “The Bluebells of Scotland.”" Jo- | seph V. Costello, accompanied by Franeis J. | Costello; recitation, Miss Regina Muirooney; | voeal solo, Miss Agnes Sparrowe: cornet solo, Miss Elizabeth Dundon: farce, ‘“Never Reckon | Your Chickens Before They're Hatched.” Miss May Bechinor, Miss Julla C. Coffey, Miss Rose- lia McKeon and Mary Peitret. Messrs. A. F. Medley, H. J. Twomey and John ley. Much of the credit for the success of the entertainment is due the following | committee of arrangements: George Kelly (chairman), Eugene Autard, A. J. Street, Forrest Adams, James Coffey, John Rod- ers, Willam O'Nefll, James Sheerin, omas Lynch and Alban White. ENTERTAINMENT IN THE SAINT’S HONOR AT ST. JOSEPH HALL LECTURE and entertainment under the auspices of the St. Vincent de Paul Socfety of St. Joseph's parish ‘were given last night at St. Joseph's Hall, corner of Tenth and Howard streets. The hall was crowded and the large audience | was more than pleased with the excellent programme rendered. The slnfilng of the Orpheus Glee Club, composed of little boys of the parish, and the dancing of Clare Fisher, a wee tot, elicited much ap- plause. Following Is the programme: Overture, Irish medley, ‘‘Memories of Tara.” orchestra; “Hymn to St Patrick,”” St. Joseph's School Father medley overture. “The Limit"; clalties, Louls Barney; tenor 3olo, lioyd; rtsh Jig and hofnpipe, Lucie Keily: so- pranc _solo, Mrs. D. Burns; sailor's bornpipe, Clare Fisher; song and dance, Irene Wilson and Glee Club, under Irish_step danc- ing, Squadron,” orchestra. POTRERO HONORS THE ANNIVERSARY OF IRELAND’S SAINT St. Teresa’s Hall in the Potrero was crowded to the doors last night by the admirer’s of Ireland’s patron saint. Pre- vious to the entertainment which had been arranged Rev. P. O’Connell, pastor of St. Teresa’s Church, spoke of the Irish race. A glowing tribute was paid to the valor of the Irish soldiers at home and abroad when called to the battle fieid to | fight for home and liberty. The pro- | sramme was well received and those who participated received hearty applause. It ‘was as follows: Vocal duet, ‘‘Shandon Bells,” Mary Quinn and_ Mary McKay: temor solo, “Dear _Little | Shamrock,”” F. Gritfing; fancy dance, Francis | Dcugherty; barytone solo, William _Jacobs: | spectalties, James Flynn: Columbia Quartet— J. C. Flood first tenor, George Wallace second tenor, George K. Cheeney first bas Col~ gan second bass: vocal solo, Miss Etta Weish: | cake walk, Grace Weish and Chester Pinkham: | tenor solo, John O'Brien; soprano_solo, ‘“Kath- | leen Mavourneen,” Miss Anna Roomey: bass solo, J. Colgan; “‘Star Spangled Banner.” Miss Etta Welsh; overture, Messrs. Cans and Brown; All Hallows Ladies’ Minstrels, Mrs. B. Troy, musical director; ‘Auni Miss Maud Hagan: “Tambos,” Miss Nora Regan, Miss Bre Peguillan; “Bon Miss M. O'Doule, Miss C. ‘Waunch. HIBERNIANS WERE URGED TO OPPOSE RULE OF BRITAIN TVISION No. 1, Ancient Order of Hi- bernians, celebrated at 1039 Mission street last evening. Patrick Lyon | presided and spoke briefly. Professor Mec- Mahon, the Misses McDonald, Professor | Moriarty and Messrs. O’Connor and Kel- | leher took part in a miscellaneous pro- | gramme. An address was made by State gelegnle J. J. Keating. The oration was delivered by Thomas B. O'Brien. He urged the Irish to organize into socleties and to make themselves feit at the polls In oppo- gition to all parties and persons who fa- vored “perfidous Albion.™ ADVERTISEMENTS. Mother’s StoryofBaby’s Gure . Of a Most Distressing Humor by the Cuticura Remedies. ‘When our baby was a week old, eczema appeared on the top of her — head and spread all over her scalp, face, and forehead, forming one mass of sores. You can realize how much she must have suffered, when she scratched at times till the blood ran intermingled with water. Our family doctor’s treatment proved ineffectual, as the disorder, instead of abating, developed more. We then stopped all medical treatment, and com- menced with Curicvra Remepies. We used the Curicura Resorvesr, Com- cora Ointment, and Curicura Soar, all Atraces of the eczema , the skin and scalp were left perfectly clear and smooth, and she was entirely cured. Mzs. E. BUTLER, ‘was troubled with sores on different parts leg, about twenty-four in all. Th!:{y were about ive-cent piece, and would fester very much and eject a pus. They were very painful. After my above experience with the cure of my little girl with CUTICURA REMEDIES, I did not bother with the doctor in this case, but gave him the CUTICURA treatment which completely cured him in four weeks. Mgs. E. BUTLER, 1289 3d Ave., S. Brooklyn, N. Y. Sleep for Skin-Tortured Babies My oldest boy, age nine of the body, e: ally on the size of a