The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 21, 1901, Page 10

10 T HE S8 ; here are! Right 1e shoeworkers' ple- ticket, and iots of lemen shoe- way, ger rker: Shcew workers Now that 1s exactly what T was ra for—to get m: to see with my very o people are nd why in the world rthwestern Ri t out circula e ain't spolit,” “ellow when he could find he necessery breath between lurches. “Come with the Nati Native fax' e Sons to Fairfax. Sons 1o rfax—Fair- Sunset P, there's where all the Red Round trip $1 ht th's way for go—to § Daneing or. There you wondered where T was of seething humanity f the ferry buflding to the Chewin’ Chewin’ nce, mister. a package. about the ship- Mornin' pa- Ye gods! Talk about bedlam turned loose All S8an Francisco had donned white ducks and sallled forth with its nch basket on one arm and its girl on the other TWhile T stood there watching this wig- gly of good nature T was completely gurrounded by various spielers—gum boys, s and a few enterprising newspaper t street youngsters, all clamoring and vell- r brand at me. There they were and there they stayed fng the'r parti~uls untfl T armed myself with gum and all the papers and after a struggle landed in the street The thousand and one wagons are not If s much as that crowd. iful outskirts T paused ok about to be dreaded h Once on the ¥ and dared to It 1= a picturesque sight this Su e people winding in and te-slippered, white- 1 damsels tripping merrily along with Johnny White-trousers to “Lamb, Lamb, Lamd” or “Goo-Goo Eves” that is plaved right Beartfly by two or three brass bands all at one and the same time. day plenic erowd. T out and the wh frocked, white-capp They #all off the cars in any old way and start out for somewhere on the dead run, and then they are swallowed up and Jost to sight. They eome In twos or fours or sixes, anything in the even, but the odd num- bers are mon est. “Two s company,” you know the rest. It is a pretty sight to watch, but once fose wour footing onm the beautiful out- side and you are a goner. It is the most mobby mob that ever happened. Every- body pulling and pushing and striving to get somewhere ahead of the other fellow. And everybody goes. Well people, lame people, cripples in chairs, bables in arms and even dogs on chains. Everybody in the city seems fmbued with a single idea, and that is to get out into the country for some fresh air! “Johnnie, if you don’t hang onto my gkirts I'll give Yol to that policeman over there. Now mind me or you can't go.” I wondered inwardly how Johnnie could get very far away. The depot reminded me of a neatly packed can of squirming sardines. If T was going to cross the bay T might need a ticket, 50 1 made up my mind to get somewhere near the ticket office. It is hard work! It is more than that. mighty hard work. “Aw, no you don't. You jist git behind there and wait your turn. No fair fudg- ing, sonny,” and I took my cue from THE RUsH AT THE ZANDING, that end raced round the corner and away we went like so many college boys worming their way through a crowd. furry up, Mag—you're just about as slow as the ice wagon on a thunderin’ You hang onto the lunch and T'l gt —— Golly whaps! Left a box on ths car. You git in here and git six tickets and T'll chase that box up.” During the exchange I got a poke in the ribs and my hat was knocked sixty hot day. ways for Sunday. Off went that energetic, forgetful man, administering first on one side and then on the other in quite an impartial fashion, and then walking serenely right up people’s backs if they didn’t clear the way fast enough. He was a typlcal ple- nicker and had been there many times before. 1 grasped my 50 cents tightly in my hand when somebody grabbed me and I had an extra dollar. . “Say, get me two tickets to Mill Valley and return—will you? That's right, lady, be a good fellow,” and a hand slap nearly took all my breath. “Well, while vou're about it, supposing vou get me five to Schuetzen Park.” More money but no possible escape. And that is the way it goes until one is nearly black in the face striving to re- member the names and numbers of that delighted little outside line waiting to get their tickets secbnd hand. They are not spring chickens either. The principal ery of hundreds of people is: “I ecan’t find Annie”; “I promised to meet Harry here at 9 and he hasn’t come,” and “Has anybody seen’Jennie— she has the lunch.” Nine out of ten have troubles of their own. Naturally, people say at random, “T'll meet you at the ferry.” When there are thousands of people about it is a needle- in-a-haystack proposition. One might as well give up before they begin. Every waliting-room along the line is Jammed to its fullest capacity. Slowly and singly and with infinite patience one by one pass through the gates and then make a mad rush toward the boat. On they sweep—a mass of jolting, jost- ling, laughing pleasure seekers. There doesn’t seem room for any more. Still they come. Standing room is at a pre- mium. The band marches proudly on playing “We Won't Come Home Until Morning,” and the waves whirl and eddy and curl about the boat as she slowly JUs7 A LITTIE FNIC glides into the bay laden down With some 2500 souls. T heard music and loud laughter and, curtosity-like, followed it. Dancing, as sure as I was a foot high! A space was cleared and they were waltz- ing or two-stepping with sublime disre- gard to the music. Each man to his own fancy. The fellows seemed a little diffident, a bit shy at first. Not so the girls. If there were not enough men to go around they danced with each other, while an admir- irg throng clapped and cheered. Any- thing to dance—enything and everything to have a good time! These people are bent on forgetting their daily labor, bent on having a good time, and have it they will. With the ut- most unconcern they calmly pace the decks with arms Intertwined, hug or squeeze each other going over and coming back—one could easily call it a “kissing bee.” But, then, it is in the air and Is catching—it’s a pienic, you know. Then comes the final grand dash for a seat. The swells going over for a quiet little sail on a fine vacht cannot shrink Into a space small enough to aveid rubbing shoulders with the erowd bent en eating hard-bolled eggs and drinking beer. “Fairfax, Fairfax! this train for Fair- “Corte Madera, Larkspur, Fscales, Kent, San Anselmo—San Rafael, this way!"” “All aboard for Mill Valley, Mill Valley, Mill Valley!” shrieks and shouts the blue- coated train hand. And so it goes nearly all Sunday. If the day was meant to go to church in, the people have taken their church and av THF BOW OF 7THE BOAT WAZTING AT THE DEPOZ framed it with the green neias on one side and the blue skies on the other. 1 wondered how many people streamed sut of town. Some man remarked in my hearing, “60,000 people took advantage of the Fourth and left town. Did you ever see such an Infernal mob?* Stxty thousand picnickers! And that was no exaggeration. The hern Pacific officlals say that fully 60,000 people passed through their hands on the 3d and 4th. Stxty t Think of 1t! ‘And the eity dldn’t seem deserted, pither. But thev scattered. Six tho to Shell Mound, Fernbrook Park, Sunset Glenwood In the Santa Crus % went to Mill Valley led out for ousand! train p . while a heavy tos and neighboring tow: train to carry where from 2000 to 5000 people and to It 1s nothing for a ple: in with four or five engines. In fact, it Besides, o parties fs an ev dav oceurrence. he pier at does .not inc Stockton boats or the They passengars, but that charter the gs that are avallable. about it all depends upon the permit. v go down to the whart and numerous t carry as a T pay 30 cents and spend the entire day on sit all places of Interest the water and * round the b Besides this ferry route jam doesn’t by any de all the revelers. Not by 10.000 anywa street Raflway carries fully Both Marke that many to the beach and park ronged with places are sim makers. all rolling tn the sand or T Ing on the lawns. Every soul there drops ge slides off one's s back. p the beach a little les and care anfl er off a nevertheless, in full the jingle of many ere are the music flends In the the people who like to row = have a little peace and quiet in corner. e and San Mateo travelers swell the crowds and ghe ferry-boats be- tween Oakland and Alameda are never tdle Tt s nothing for the ferries to handle 20.000 on a pleasant holiday. All these people help to make up the jmmense crowd that weekly says good-by to this city for a day. No matter what direction I went In, no matter what my destination was or how I got there, I encountered the same merry throng—and the same sharp elbow. It is the prerogative of the Sunday crowd. The only comfort T had was coming home, when I owned the wailting room, the cars, the boat—all. For the Sunday fresh air flends are faithful and will never desert their friends, and thefr motte fs “Cet your money's worth.” Tt is no wonder a rallroad scatters pos- ters broadcast and otherwise announces at its patrons will not be walked over or otherwise disturbed by Sunday picnio crowds. That is exactly what it 1s—a case of walk-over. MADGE MOORE. Wnen Smoking Was a Qrime y|~'r s one of the curfositles of old-time !} legislation that the use of tobacco L was in early colonial days resarded as far more Injurious, degrading and sinful than intoxicating MHquors. Both the use and the planting of the weed wers forbidden, the cultivation of it being per- mitted only In small quantities, “for mere necessitle, f preservation of the health, me be taken privately by @ t the “crea- ture called d to have an indestruetible life. Landlords ordered not to “st v tobacco to be taken into their houses” on penalty of a fine to the “victualler” and another to “the party that takes it.” The laws wers ed and enforced. and still oked. No wers constantly tobaceo was grown and was s one could take it “publicquely” nor in his house or anywhers before strangers. Two men wers forbidden to smoke together. No one could smoks 2in two miles of the meeting-house on the Sabbath day. Thers were wicked packsliders who were caught smoking around the corner of the meeting-house and others on the street, and they were fined and set in the stocks and in cages. Until within a few years there wers New England towns where bacco smoking in the streets was prohibited, and inno- cent cigarette loving travelers wers astonished at being requested to cease smoking. Mr. Drake wrote in 139 that he knew men, them I who had had to plead guilty or not guilty in a Boston Police Court for smoking in the streets of Boston. In Connecticut in early days a great indulgence was permitted to travel ers—a man could smoke once curing & Journey of ten miles, else own' wi