The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 11, 1901, Page 1

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Q_‘ / Aé;u:—yrs—m ; q N CASTRO' Point San me. Up by way to go to then brings you ? But in m being already on and he was thor- he saw wh y building stre d with its complex ha corrals. kind of a shed,” m the town side of it k ze it up.” he caught e rod and he if*he expected ¥ and wanted to be t he stared stupidly, The gidnt buildings m: the intricacies of, ¥ he throngs of walking, ng, uilt full. is day now posing, unwel- d be asked a “ARE THOSE THE A AUTOMOBILES 2 V= NS o ride about town in the old nt about the historic “b; afterward supplanted by the Larkin- ATTENTION “And then there was the old bobtail 3 “It went out and out and out until it came to Valencia street, and there it turned off. Woodward's Gardens that How are the gardens be pretty fine by this I used to go to Afterward, when he was taken to Woodward’s Gardens of his tood there in decp t} ‘s right about wh see balloon ascensions. That's wnen tne crowd came. Pretty gay times, I tell you Pretty gay times.” He picked out the spot from which the ballcon used to ascend and the spot where . the swings were hung and the spot where gravity-impelled boat rode its circles. “Well, it's a shame to see it gone,” v, now and then, if that camel's dead now, like all the And as he turned away: bad that the Sunday crowd hasn't any “It seems too L came out here a lot of Sundays to - to 2 Man Who How San Frangisce, With Tis Busy Life and Modern Inventions, Seems Has Bezn in San Quzntin Kalf an Crdinary Lifetime place to go now. They must have a dull time of a Sunday.” He was/ put on the first car for the park. It was too big for him. He couldn’t realize it some w he_ said. “We always thought Wondward's Gar- @ens was b h for us in those e 3 nd then there was the uppose that's gone, t0o.” much delighted to be told till in use, and, later on, to the same old place. ut you might think the Chinamen ed it now,”” he commented. “They do t Chinatown’s grown a lot. _In ay it was just beginning up on Du- street, and there was such a little hancful of the Chinese that they couldn’t protect themsel and the boys on the sticets used to them and pitch into them. too, someiimes." n Dupont street and saw ed buildings. He followed into- G t avenue. ‘“‘Dupont street has been widened a lot since I last saw it.” be said. When he was told that the lower part of it had outgrown s old name and must now be called Grant avenue he dis- approved. “Dupont street was good enough in my day,” he said. Out 2t the CHff he felt more at home than he did in town. The Cliff House is not the same building sthat he knew, but ouse for all that, and the resort as ever. “But it 0 come here on a car,” he We used to drive out here by way of Trler street.” vas the turn of somebody of _this uestion him then. Where Tyler street? v, Tyler street—' he couldn’t ses how Tyler street could have disappeared— ody must know Tyler street. For by this name that he remembered thn principal driving avenue of the town— Golden Gate avenue as we know it. Returning to the water front, he stared at the vessels and ferry-boats, all so in- creased in numbers since he had seen them. - “Where’s the old El Capitan?” he sall; “and where's the Chindu Wan?" They, too, had gone. . d like to hear the calliope playing a n,” he said; “the old calliope that vsed 'to_cross cvery afternoon on the Chindu Wan. There used to be a crowd of kids to listen. to that.”” The fcrry System puzzled him. “What's this talk of e broad guuge anfl the narrow gau he asked. I never heard of more than one way to <. to Oakland.” he s: HE STARED AT THE YES3SELS SWE USED TO PRIWE OUT HERE BY 4 OPF TYLER STREET “'It was the old El Capitan that used to take us over there,” he went on to ex- plain. “It ran between here and the Oak- land wharf.” The mole is new to him. “It's a big heap of dirt. It must have taken plenty long to build up. There was a good job for some rellow that diln't have cash.” His mind runs on hard times, for they are associated with his last recollections of Franeisco. “And the trains?” he asked. “I SUppPose the trains run down the coast to San Jose just as they used to?” sured that they were just as e. se to have a look at them, just to see them coming in and going out again. I used to watch them a lot. Yes, it's a lazy man’s trick to watch the trains, and I had a lazy streak in me. But whem I worked, I worked. That's because I'm a Mexican.” When he was told that he might go_to the station, he tried to lead the way. He did not leave the Market-strest car at Third. ““Guess it's so long since you’'ve been on a car that you don’t remember to get off,” his_guide said. “What do I want to get off for? Oh, you can’t fool me now, even if this is my first day on cable cars.” I know how to get to Market and Thirteenth streets just as well as the next mx: “Third and Tow. he never learned, Back in the certer of town and loitering along the streets he seemed suddenly to realize how he had been “rubbering.” *T don’t want to make you ashamed of me, because of my staring like an_owl,” he said. “So I'll keep my head down and turn my eyes up. I'm no farmer.” His first ride in a modern elevator threatened to be his last. A quick ride to the height of some dozen stories made him reel so thdt he was not>sure of his balance for a_quarter of an hour after he had left the “airship,” as he called it. A trip to the Chutes at night was what made him happiest. There were no sad associations to be recalled, but there were endless wonders to nd” is a phrase that “T don't want any of that kind of fun he said. only nalf The lion W tion for at le when ke has a heard only the monotonous noises of the prison for these thirty years. Returning in the electric cars his won- Ger broke out afresh. Again he claimed that he- “couldn’t it ghr his head how thos r e Bx. tow the cars alon ng boarded g. it was ar n order and see how the wheels s were *“ As he was dragged up again to an out- side seat he heaved a long sigh. “TN tell you what,” he said: “T'd like to have fifty more years to live, for this is a new world.” 1D LIKE TO HAVE FIFTY MORE YEARS TO LIVE, FOR THIS 1S

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