The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 2, 1902, Page 14

14 THE SUNDAY CALL. to mortal eye, and at other times he looks like the—well, it is only a matter of viewpoint. If Jomes bhas just had a few with a congenial friend and takes a glance at the orb—also full—soaring o'er the heavens he can see the jolly old Man beam at him with golden smiles and large yellow promises of lasting happiness. If, perchance, at @ later hour he finds his watch has gone a-vieiting some other fellow's pocket then be finds the bland countenance is changed. And so it goes. Try it for your- self and see. The old Man of the Moon Is really the most sympathetic party outside of the world For an example of how he appeared to Jones, on one night in particular, the pictures on this page have been especially posed by Mr. Leslie A. Green, the talented character comedian of “The Man in the Moon” Company. Scm the Man in the Moon looks nke the dearest old party in the world Jones, who lives on the Oakland side,” Dresses himself in all’ his pride; For he goes to Frisco far away To take to the theater his fiancee. And as he rushes for the train He looks at the moon in quizzical veln, And the jolly old boy smirks at him— For the moon always loves the lover trim But as he looks he trips, to sprawl And smash his hat in an ugly fall. He rushes back for another tile, But the prompt old train has passed meanwhile. Though he curse and fret and curse agsain Ee fain must wait for another train. And the moon with a glance of withering scorn Looks down on ths lover all forlorn, Arrived in town he hires a hack And in the cushions nestles backj For though is a wee bit late - He conjures forth as he sits there, The happy moon shines bright and bland, A joyous blend jwith thoughts so grand. ! -‘ ~\\ [ So merrily he rolls along, Iumming sweet a true love song, When on the moon his eyes do turn He sees a look of grave concern Suddenly there is a crash, \ { A din, a yell, an awful smash— Thkrough the window Jones doth fiy Into milk cans piled sky high’ The honest cabman now you see To win Jones’ offer of a fee Had set a pace so very fast He’d hit a milk cart as he passed. An officer who grabs them both To run them in seems nothing loth, The frightened moon looks on aghast. How long will Jones’ troubles last? A streak of luck now comes to Jones— He finds he has no broken bones— And also, to his surprise, He finds he knows the Copper wise. \) A nod, a tip, they do the trick; The milkman gets a good Ekick. ) — AND IS SYMPATHETIC FRQES TO SUIT DIFFERENT OCCASIONS At last the cad stops at the door— Now Jones’ troubles must be o’er. He pays the cabman with free hand And compliments him an his sand Lightly up the steps he bounds And the tinkling doorbell sounds. The moon, in sweet anticipation, But waits for love’s warm salutation. To the ardent lover there, Standing on the chilly stair, The moments seem like one whole year Ere coming footsteps he can hear, At last the patter of small feet His waiting, anxious ears do greet. The moon, now in ecstatic bliss, Purses his lips for a sweet kisa, But alas! alack! oh tale of woe, ’T was not the girl herself, you know, ‘Who opened the door to let in him, But only the younger sister slim, The fickle maid had waited long, Then gone away with Charlie The moon draws back its proffered ’Tis not a time for thoughts of blisa “Charlis Strong!”—that hated namel— Has #vidently come home, again Joue> had hoped that nevermore Strong would darken sweetheart’s door, He staggers down the street forlorn, Ten dollars out and lady gone. He wipes a tear from bloodshot eyes— The moon looks down and likewise cries.