The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 16, 1902, Page 13

THE SUNDAY CALL. 18. combination are y . " cters whose fame s outside the pale of the Tt trip Rose, known best to g. are es and publishers. wr n. Which 13 Ros w s ey has puzzled but they agree that the He is their advance up In the edi- e editor knows slved another liter- ow the real Rose- them at their home, said to have any real Bohemian every omed ghack hangs in f a precipice on the gr that hill v different sco in its as it is in its geog- speak of going down ng up from the city referring to some stant ey are a people sepa who an ive unconsciou: i have their laws eat they feed w e-Soley & - nepir " of th panoram before Mrs. She to move on diet,” pra-ti ox baker anc combination er and poem t pcheon,’ little Hospital, a took We f ey ar & Have s s was n disguise, f v good for th s £ f € s, ir the T! k most literary wo . An omelet, boiled « was shared by gS Or e floor. An o r from whe for rock H&EEOC risg BUSTED e-Soleys are known as The C When the hi ose-trellised art down se and throws it a up, kisses it will know these pic- The spirit of the Soley, “I have mesick as 2 on the sunrises we will be s we | e little cotta; gorgeous the majestic fog n at the Golden Gaie nd one ties that bind sets: we'll miss the hearts of the “‘move- in rtune is Moving eas sk for the Rose- ' irniture save an 1l to a second- which the in the ve they none reduced to a sim- o do is Lo pack all their dogs ana rusty stove MILLIONAIRE TN EESJIR < SNWRACTE, e N THE \ oF of the Ba tria not ary Cos long , went home to Aus- since and brought back a bride with him as blg as himself. “The of the Force” served his time as a bachelor for many vears. .He sald he wanted a wife who could look into his eyes without standing on a chair and even * Californfa, with her prodigious growth, could furnish nothing for Virgll. Mrs. Bakulich stands 6 feet 4% inches and is known us the female Sandow. They come of giants on the border of the of a race Adriatic Sca. Bakulich was once held up by a foot- pad in Los Gatos whom he promptly knocked down, disarmed, handcuffed and marched to jail. When he went back to his old home he conceived an idea for king back hig father's remains. He had skeleton dismembered at the knees and placed in a trunk to save expense of shipping. The authorities of the Cus. tom-house at New York were surprised when they opened the trunk. They were inclined to think it was a practical joke, but Bakulich explained that these were the bones of his father, who had been drowned in a mine in California twenty- BAKULLCH TALLEST FPOrICcEMAN ° ~+HE YVETERAMN DOG APH TELEGRH; e 3 cx'ry’s seven years ugo, and he was taking them back to Dalmatia. They had some dif- ficulty in making Bakulich understaund that the Custom-house was not an un- Wwaiter of a little Mexican restaurant on Broadway—a veritable “hole in the wall.” Until lately Matlas’ wife, Portia, was the cook, but prosperity following in the wake of Portia’s peppery Mexican concoctions has enabled the firm to ‘import a Mexican chef, while Portla now guards the till. Her business is to see that no small change gets away from the firm. When Matlas, or Don Antonio, as he is populariy called, first sighted Portia she was work- ing in a tamale factory. “I went to the tamale factory,” ex- plained Don Antonio, “to get some ta- males for my restaurant, and as soon as I see that Portia I make up my mind to cop her out for my senora.” She is a Mexican, with a strain of Aztec, and Don Antonio i{s an Austrian, with a smattering of languages that en- ables him to hail every one that enters the dcor in his native tongue. In the afternoon Portia dons her man- tilla and takes her market basket and goes shopping for the firm. Well she ha learned the American art of bargaining, which, added to her ready jest, brings the most obstinate sooner or later to bed- rock prices. Matigs has a guest book, which he de- clares will some day be historic. It is filled with poems and drawings and 1o with here- and there-a notable’s rame. “And many more that will be famous me day,” says Matias, for Matias al- ways lends a Sympathetic ear to the hopes and ambitiors of the artist folk that gather round his board. To Dematel’s wine ship the laughing Latins come with their bottles and demi- johns to be filled. In the fall, when grapes are cheap and the annual vintage is on, the wine shop is the center of attention and attraction. A great, bulky wine press on the street R EGY PTORO&IST dertaking establishment and that trunks were mot coffins. o SLaN Matias is the proud proprietor and scle PHOTO - 4 worked by men, who take turns grind- This ancient hand press reminds f the torture machines of the In- ng. ane ef quisition. 1t is heavy work, and when the men are tired old Dematei, the strong-armed, takes the press and a cheer bursts from the crowd as ‘the grape gives up its blood in a purple stream t soon fills the buckets and tubs. Dematel talks of his difterent brands of wine just as a horseman speaks of his his is a light wine=a lady's wine.’ rhat is what he says to the signarinas. “I will give the signor a strong spirited wine.” This to a man who comes with a demijohn to be filled. And he fills them both from the same Martinez, the Indian artist, holds forih above a second-hand clothing store. He lived for many years in the Latin quar- ter in Paris. Now he sits and smokes cigarettes and looks at his pictures and dreams” of old days. “On, this is not like Parls,” he says, depreciatingly. “In Paris, if you talk avout art, they know what you are talk- ing about; but here they think you are I know very many people here little loco—but crazy. who think I am just a some day—we will see.” He tells many interesting incidents of the life of the Bohemians of Paris, of the struggling ones who enter artistic careers without other visible support, armed oftentimes by the courage of despair and kept up by their confidence in the talent, for which they have risked all in this one great throw. “Plenty of work and plenty of fun— that was our life in Paris and plenty of good friends,” said Martinez with his pe- culiar Spanish-French accent. “You know that man Grau—the opera man? Well, his son was studying in Paris when I was there. He used to come to my studio, throw up the window and read Victor Hugo in the original to the crowd that would congregate. He was a great wit and would insert many funny sayings and the crowd would just roar with laughter. See, here is.a caricature 1 made of. him. T have plenty of time to finish my work now. When I go out in the street I do not feel at home. 1 am anxious to get back to my pictures. The stydio is my world.” The ancient skye terrier of Telegraph Hill {s known as “the old lady.” She has contributed thirty-eight pups to the na- tion and now enjoys a well-earned rest as a pensioner. Her canine ulster protects her from the cold, for “the old lady” is asthmatic. The Hill Mries her and often while making her regular route of daily visits she has to stop to get her breath. They feed the old dowager évery place she goes and the children always have an extra cake in their pockets for her. The result is her ulster had to be let out and her embonpoint now permits her merely to waddle. . e Y old Mother Strand to marry her sailor his troth before he he got his little pile and stationary job as longshoreman in San Francisco he sent for his bride, who came out here, not knowing a word of English, a little nest for her; carry- ing every board up Telegraph Hill himself almost to the summit and driving every nail with his own hand. Old Mother Strand has dlwdys lived on the hill. Here she raised her family and here her hus- band died and now she and the bulldog Moses guard the old place on the hill that to her is so fuli of memories. Angelo, the brown man, is a busted mil- lionaire, a has-been bonanza king of the Thirty years ago came to this coast lover, who pledged left Swedén. When buil early days. He suddenly struck it rich and while he was yet wondering open- eyed at luck “a d—d American dog” cheated him out of it. His one idea now is to get back to sunny Italy, away from this place where he declares it is not so much trouble to get rich as to keep rich. “There is not much money in brooms,” says Angelo. “You see, this is only a 20 cent city. New York is a 25 cent city and much pecple are there. If I could get back there I sure could make money.” But Angelo's companions declare that he ‘wil! never be rich. He 1s uke mms father, who was a toy-maker in the old country, and who made a fortune only to ‘'spend it on his ffiends in having a good time and putting off till to-morrow the thought of the responsibilty that comes with wealth. ® A i Wung Jung is the only Chinaman al- lowed on Telegraph. Hill. The rest have been stoned by the boys, but Wung Jung is a foxy Chinese. He bought his right of way with Chinese candy and nuts. During Chinese New Year he went to no end of pains to please the boys. He assumed the role of Santa Claus with his basket laden with a bag for each. “‘Heap fine boy,” he tells their mothers. “He no fire rock—heap good.” And the mothers believe it and Wung gets the washee, washee, and the boys get the candy. It is a paying investment for Wung, for he has a monopoly on the washing of the hill. s s e Robert Davies is known as the skeleton man, not because of his resemblance to one, but because skeletons are his stock in ‘trade. He talks of and barters his ghastly goods just as a pawn broker talks of second-hand clothes. Davis is janitor of a medical college and in his spare time he articulates skeletons for the college. His workshop and boudoir is a bare little room in the old Metropolitan block. Skulls and bones are piled up in one cor- ner with the wire with which he hinges them together—his day's work on the morrow, *No, I am not a doctor, although they call me doctor. I understand a little about anatomy. Do I ever make a mis- take and hinge a joint on the wrong side? No, it wouldn't fit. You can’t fit a right arm in a left shoulder. "Nature arranges it so I can’t make a mistake. Where do I get the corpses? The un- claimed bodies are sent from the Morgue to the medjcal college, and after the sta- dents get through dissecting I cut off the remaining flesh and boil the bones in a large vat. I usually put in a little bi- carbonate of soda. It whitens the bones. This skull belonged to a German. It is surprising how skulls differ in shape and thickness. This one is very thick. I Temember the night the German was sént to the medical college. He was a well- dressed fellow. I went through his pock- ets and found 30 cen There were five girls there that night dissecting and when 2y got through we all went and had coffe 1 sin at 10 cents per bead irls wanted to pay for them- selves, but I told them about the Ger- man’s 50 cents and I persuaded them to call ‘it his treat, knowing that it would be his last. “The bones that I have now in stock I can’t do anything with. They on me. They are old people’s bone are too soft make a reall > make a fresh young person best every time. But the ske s is like every other bu you t always have w to work with you have to make the b have. “Sometimes I sell a skull to an artist Wh > they nt them for? h Museum. ered if the author 1d k mself s when This harrow fe's retreat, This space was thought's mysterious ssad. What wondrous visions filled this spot, Vhat dreams of pleasure long forgot, ope, nor love, mor joy, nor fear, y love that eye employed, 1f with no lawless fire it gleamed, But through the dew of kindness beamed, When suns and stars are sufk In night, Within this hollow cavern hung. The ready, switt and If falsehood's hone: And when it could If swift in virtue's cau Yet geatle concord never That silent tongue shall plead for thee When time unveils eternity. tunetu it Say, did these fingers delve the mina, To hew the rock or wear the gem, Can little now avail for them. Yet if the page of truth they sought, And comfort to the mourner brought, Those han alm Than all that waits on wealth or fame. Avails it whether bare or shod, Those feet the paths of duty trod, If, grandeur’s b t spurned, And home to virtue’s cot returned, Those feet With angel's feet shall vie, To tread the palace of the sky. Professor de Zara, the was brought up at the foot of the pyr mids. He can unravel the hieroglyph history written on the ancient tombs ar obelisks. But he is far from his native land to day and hieroglyphic knowledge i3 n practical in America and absolutely u convertible into bread and butter. So the old professor keeps his knowl edge of Egyptology up his sieeve a plays the piano in a dance ball at nig! When he has finished he mechanica passes the hat. The next day he lives the hat's contents. If the hat proves generous he lives like a prince, but more Egyptolog: orten he counts over nothing but chicken feed and then he lives like a heathen. And some nights he finds nothing and the next day . “But that does When I have an aud people and play the operas for t of money, but Eyes' and ‘My Black Baby’ way of earning money. His overcoat is a mammoth apartment store and he Is a walking emporium. He insists on large and frequent. pockets. In the side pockets of this overcoat he carries the mo ng papers folded once and old manuscripts. From the inner pockets he dig up anything from Ebers’ “Cleopatra” to a needle and thread. Usually the prefessor is unyielding as the great d Egypt. But when he gets an dience he draws and ex glyphics and talks of Cleopatra eses, the Ptolemys and the Pharachs as though they were old partners. “Speaking about the great Pyramid of Cheops or Kufu,” said he, “if I had money and the permission of the Gov- ernment I would like to use the diamend drill in the interior of the king's chamber. “After the discovery of the mummy of the great Rameses himself I am not sur- not happen of mu often, s a hard as silent and ert itself abouc tive au- e hiero- 1 Ram- prised at the latest discoveries made Amerfcan parties. Scarab arabeus? They are of three classes; the historic, with the king’'s name; the mj with namés and figures of and the talismanic or lucky amulet.” Here the professor dug down and with some difficulty found a dime ‘For me, that is the kind of lucky talisman that I .believe in:” The professor, as well as Portia of the restaurant, had come tyranny and power o Each hails from a history and both have mingling of native romanc practicabllity, immatur Khem— He continued: Egypt—has been made famous by Wilkin. son, Smith, Mariette, Masper Brugi Bey—all enthu: c Egyplologists whom I know personal And here, lighting a fresh cigarette, the old professor falls into a day dream of Khem and the pyramids or la Boheme.