The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 17, 1900, Page 8

GENEVI EVE GREEN- She goes her way, sub- 2 what of 1 e € s not uncon- > scious t that she produces; she ¢ t. but she is sim- " reelf be friendly N Fi ext passed by o . x 1 her people ¥ e s with all the S £ year her an- ° tipathies occupled with ¢ ax g left for her 2 % & T r It s not that 4 &= s but that she who ca being =0 absorbing a e lesser becomes al- Well, the German & ago pre- , w tation of f her sex, serve this a good place g 1s mak- h She 1is r e Grand rs Hippique. The E r exposition nd not the w is the . E € sorts of siik foulard, with . trafling ¢ x tions in mil- r comfortable . er 1 has x r inde- . E € her woefully girl with her sisters and 1 - re Parisian her aunts fs here \describable ¥ 1 st every g glory e feels so disposed to- 1 goes ward her French si t she is try- £k s r g ing to fmitate them, and the German girl = . 8 g © all is ssing ' Can you imagine It, plan of you who have been in Germany? She is I 2 e.” But wearing nch hats and French petti- the Eng she conform? coats, but evidently she has not yet x. b is a little discovered the French corsetiere. When- suspect that it is ever I look at her I think of what Oliver ‘Wendell Holmes sald about his aunt, that her waist was greater than her life, for fo is but's span” She is often qulté pretty in the face, this German girl, but unpardonably “floppy.” Isn't 1t unfortu- nate that there is no way of stirring up these European races and of making a respectable average.- While the French woman laces herself excruclatingly. the German woman flops all to pleces. While the Latin races are decaying from too much temperament and emotion, the An- glo-Saxon becomes brutal for lack of these very qualities. I suppose we Amer- tcans are samples of what such a “stir- up” would produce, and undoubtedly we are the best raw material in the world. At present we are almost too raw to count. We do not realize at home how absurdly “raw” we are. But when spun and woven and dipped and dyed, as we shall be some day, I have no doubt that the world will put vs high on the shelf, BuILOING HORTICUL; | TURAL, BUILDING ACROSSTH labeled “f.perior quality.” I have found one building at the ex- position that I may visit “sans grande tollette.’” This i{s the Social Economy building. Here I am In no danger of meeting my friends dressed in their Sun- The silks and plumes ¥0 no. In fact, I meet no one but an aay best. hound me. occasional *‘eccentrique,” a few fossils and perhaps a bewildered countryman wno nas lost nis way and Is trymng Ms best to get out. “Social-economy” is not proving an animated competitor of the blg wheel nor of the moving sidewalk. On account of e quietuds I find it an inviting resting place. Tt arords an burly of the crowds. escape from the hurl Then the very dryness of the themes le- comes a reliet after several hours with Pictures and porcelains. There are all sorts of maps and diagrams showing the relative militarism, debts, products, ete., of different countries. There are sections devoted to charitles, wages, the mental and moral development of the workman, t.e child laborer and all of the thousand things that come under social economy. There is perhaps no collection in all of the exposition that is of any more serious value, but of course {ts spec lar mer- its are limited. The other day T met an old lady and gentleman—Americans—at this exhibit who had evidently deter- mined, llke so many others, to “do” the exposition systematically, to commence at the beginning and to take in every show. Unfortunately they had entered by the Pont de I'Alma, where the first bull Ing in order Is the Social Economy bufld- ing. I felt sorry for them, as they took ocut their spectacles and glared at a col- lectior of the driest looking afagrams that a dusty political economist could de- vise. They made no comment, but faith- Tully went from one to the other. They lingered so persistently that I began to doubt my first Impression and mentally to apologize to them. Perhaps the gen- tleman s writing & dook, who Enows, and has crossed the ocean particularly for this exhibit! ates- man, an ora them through sev aps he is & a professor! I followed when the old al rooras. gentleman turned to his wife with this remark: “Well, Mary, I don't think thess Frenchmen have got much of a show, but we've come 4 T guess we'd better keep on.” I left them still looking at maps and dtagrams shuddered when I thought of the miles of such things yet befors them “Soctal Economy™ reminds me of a very devout American minister, who i3 at pres- ent ng the exposition I not = wihiether he be Met - st A e s 5 and his theories m Amerfeans w geres” a few every one knows, Is ¢ sorts in Parfs. It other pla - ing “poss! fe. though hardly so for ol ular with the place w 1 expect thes ployed with a § v finely e 2 2 gage a p ™ to rec when you ¢ s an etique that Is dec American es fcan gt tain her Gibsc do it, she lost her philosophic calm tmperifously, wh who rubbing e p v her nose on the coat of the man Defors her chirped her ‘was all of no av fnexorable and order of your Emb but I am sure that they were mistaken. It was undoubte: Commissioner Peck and not General Porter to whom is due the credit for this bizarre hospitality. Our invitations read 2:30, but the moment ar- rived without obta! release. We still remained packed in lfke sardines, the having gone forth that walt for the Embassader. At last I’Embassa: cheered our droop Sousa's band commenced laise” and the crowd craned neck to see its dellverer. A dist. guished-looking ge ema us and entered the but e Embassador, how skill of the California Comm!s dently qu - that had been was te seemed to know the friend and I did not t We agreed that if Mr. G the Embassa e looked to be. In the bullding speeches, Mr. Peck a the When it ¢ gentleman was loo talking to a the automatic har hind me grabbed any interferenc whom T m Mr. and Mrs 1w was the son of a pork Oliver Cromwell was tte son of a Lon- don brewer. Whitefield was the son of an innkeeper at Gloucester. Columbus was the son of a wea and a weaver him John Jacob Astor once sold apples fn the streets of New York > Bolivar was a ¢ s Mehemet Ali was a barber. Virgil was the son of a potter. Milton was the son of a scaven, Horace was the son of i Demosthenes was t Shakespeare - was stapler.