The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 11, 1906, Page 8

McNAUGHT. . FOHN THIRD AND MARKET STREETS, SAN FRANCISCO THURSDAY.... JANUARY 11, 1906 THE RAILROAD WAR. HE strife of the Western Pacific for a position on the bay, in I Oak for its terminal, attracts general attention in Cali-| fornia, and is useful notice to the country that something is | {oing fi isthmi h in ( rnia, in the way of railroad extension. When the | canal was finally determined upon it was supposed that | we = last of overland railroad construction. It was be- lieved that the canal would not only prevent the building of more an seen roads, 1 that it would so impair the value of those we had that they would cease making local extensions and would seek cover | against a formidable decline in their business. The Call took a| erent view, in the belief that instead of less railroad facilities re would be required to handle the increased business caused by use of the canal. This has proved to be true. Since the canal became certain of ultimate -accomplishment the most important extensions of the Santa Fe have been made. The Southern Pacific has 1 hed millions in taking out curves and putting in tangents shorten its line, and has added to the greatest engineering feats of its Lucin cut-off, furnishing an unequaled scenic at- traction and shortening its haul by forty miles. Now the Western Pacific, an entirely new and inde- a 1 it co: pendent line, which will furnish an unbroken system, under one ageme 1an nt nt, from San Francisco to Baltimore, with innumerable between those termini. en we look about for a reason to justify this investment of ns in the betterment and extensions of old lines and the con- struction of new, to facilitate commercial intercourse with Califor- i is found in the sound confidence that is felt in the immense capacity of this State. Our future is clearly seen as the cer of the greatest variety of articles of commerce in isphere, and nothing else attracts all.of these vast invest- Mr. Harriman, Mr. Ripley and Mr. Gould believe that the i business of California will need all of the transporta- furnish, and so they are alert in preparing for | Our rural population is increasing more rap- any other period of our history. This wise trio of ders count, with reason, upon the certainty of pro- State due to irrigation and our climate. They have onnage, in the grain and corn States, cut off by un- or drought or frost. But they know that on the irri-| f California there is no danger of rain or frost or | f any interruption to production. is the foundation of all wealth, and when it is so situ- r e and sunshine as, to imply constancy and stabil- | ion happy are those who live upon it and fortunate | that is necessary to serve their needs. The East will | soil and climate are the lure that improves old | ces the building of new. There is no other State h, standing alone and by the importance and cer- | f its own resources, is being so courted for its own sake, by | portation lines. the railroad war in Oakland, it is merely an incident, the uced by healthy exercise and not the cold sweat of | f the Southern Pacific is imposing obstacles in the way of | estern Pacific, it is doing only what the Western Pacific| been first on the ground. Property rights and the domain are involved, and these will be adjusted by | ch are the guardians of property. In that adjusb‘ nciple will prevail that the public interest is primate | ngs else. The Western Pacific will get its terminal, the ific will not be hurt, and our three overland roads will ympeting with each other in inducing the rapid settlementl cu ation of our land, and in due time it will be t their aggregate resources will not suffice to carry our merce, and other roads will come. The Western Pacific terminal on the bay raises one question Oakland should carefully consider. If its purpose be to in- | ther passenger ferry over the bay, the crowded fairway for | ady occupied by four ferry lines, will require legal | the running of boats. The Southern Pacific, mindful of | , established the single boat rule in fogs, so that r g nor danger of collision in midstream. Such a hly necessary now, and will be more necessary if there be line. As the Western Pacific is asking franchises on Qak- | their 3 8 vestors in tr: c be « ve land streets, the City Council should cast about for means of safe- | ling bay travel. \ guar AW 1 SUPFOSE {F-TD KEEP MY EY AASTER DID You- FALL. — o = COPYRIOHT, 1905, BY THE NEW YORK BUNIO DO T LOOK LIKE 1 HAD BEEN WRIT- ING A POEM! HUH L ‘ UNGRATEFUL DAUGHTERS. Remarkable lllustration of How the Modern "Girl“Breaks Her Mother’s. Heart. By Angela Morgan. WITNESSED, the other day, an in- [ stance of the brutality of the un- grateful daughter toward the self- sacrificing mother which impressed me so strongly that I am impelled to write on the subject. I say 1 witnessed the-inhumanity of this daughter. I mean 1 was made aware of it through a letter, and that in a most unusual way. The letter was shown me by the mott.-* herself—an entire stranger to me. It was one of those little tragedies that appear so trivial in the eyes of the world at large, yet are of such over- whelming signuicance to the individual heart. The experience was a curious one. I was returning from an errand in the poorer sc tion of the city, and was + don’t know. Curiosity and a sort of desperation had urged me, in spite of the consclousness that the words I ut- tered were stabbing this woman to the heart. I looked at her now. All the light had vanished from her face, as though an inner candle had been suddenly ex- tinguished. I could see thd wrinkles { now, startlingly distiact.- Every line stood out sharply. The toll-hardened hands had ceased trembling. They | against the other. She stood thus—stunned—her eyes fixed blankly upon me. Then she said, in a low, patient, resigned, voice: “Go on,” i I continued to read: “Mother, did you ever try to make a coat? Why didn’t you get one ready made? It | were curiously rigid—pressed hard one | P MEN AND WOMEN READERS. By Wallace Rice NY observant person who travels back and forth from work day by day will notice a striking difference between the habit of reading ah practiced by men and women. | Morning, noon or night most men are | wrapped up in their newspapers. Those who are not reading at all are few in comparison; those who are reading books and magazifes still fewer. Most women dognot read at all on the | cars coming and going to town. Of those} who do read, many more read books and magazines than busy themselves with the daily papers. It is Mkely that both men and women would profit if they varied their reading more. Women would know more of the business world if they knew more of the world in general—and that information can be had from the newspapers as from no other authority. Men would be better off if they exercised their imagination and kept closer to ideals through the ot &2 THESMA_RTSET o2 o2 BY SALLY SHARP Miss Dor(;thy Dustan .will be the guest of honor at a juncheon on Satur- day to be given by Mrs. Philip Ban- croft at St. Dunstan’s. . = Mrs. Frank Deering will be a bridge hostess of to-day, this being one of & series Mrs, Deering is giving through the winter. . * Mra. J. A. Brown and Miss l';nn:° Brown, prominent in soclety In Port- land, Ore., are paying their regular winter visit to the city and its suburbs, and are now at the Palace. To-day's affairs will include a tea in honmor of Miss Brown, given by Miss Susan and Miss Mary Erts. « s e The marriage of Miss Lysbeth Painter and George Englehardt took place quietly last evening at the home of the bride’s aunt, Mrs. B. F. Yemans, on Franklin street. Only relatives and intimate friends were present, although the bride Is a favored member of society, and her sole attendant was Miss Georgle Spleker, Judge Fritz standing with the groom. Rev, George C. Adams read the ser- vice at 9 o'clock, the bridal party standing in a beautiful bower of roses and chrysanthemums, and after an in- formal reception Mr. and Mrs. Engle- hardt left for Southern California. « s o Mrs. Joseph Charles Meyerstein en- tertained at g large bridge party yes- terday in her Octavia street home, the rooms being brightly adorned with polnsettias. A score or more of guests enjoyed the game, and the late after- noon saw many additional callers who came to tea, making a very merry gathering. Among the players were Mrs. Horatio Weber Baker, Mrs. Adolphus Graupner, Mrs. Willlam Aloysius Sexton, Mrs. Na- pler Mearns Crosett, Mrs. Augustus Boyer, Mrs. N. P. Cole Jr., Mrs. Jason Gould, Mrs. Clement Bennett, Mrs. Ed- ward Landis, Mrs. Charles Stovel, Mrs. Joseph M, Masten, Mrs. Willlam Lange, Mrs, Frank Prentiss Deering, Miss Lalla Wenzelburger, Miss Dollie Fritz, Miss Helen Wright, Miss Bessie Bates, Miss Lucile Levy, Miss Julla Mau, Miss Kathleen Boot‘-na Mis Fannie Brown. P Mr. and Mrs. Maynard Dixon will re- celve at a studio tea on Saturday In their newly furnished rooms on Pine street. . . Miss Anna Frances Briggs, who has been in Paris for the past year, will return home in February. & S Captain and Mrs. John J. Boniface of the Second United States Cavalry are stopping at the Hotel Nordhoff, 939 Bush streets, for a couple of months. s OCCIDENTAL The captdin awaiting the return of his regiment from the Philippines, when he and Mrs. Boniface and their Boni- for little daughter, Isabella Graves face, go to Fort Keogh, Montana, station. e Mr. and Mrs. Stuart S. Wright have taken a home in Piedmont and during the winter will have with them Mr. and Mrs. John Mannen MeClure. & . Mrs. Matthew Gardner and Mrs. Samuel Gardner (Elizabeth Smith) will hold a re- ception to-day at their home on Clay street. This event is the first in honor of Mrs. Samuel Gardner, a recent bride, and the hostesses will be assisted in receiving by several soclety maids and matrons. 9. e e Miss Alice Hueter starts for Europe next month, accompanying Miss Helen Peltzer of London as far as New York, where each will embark for different ports—Miss Peltzer for home and Miss Hueter for Italy. As this is Miss FHueter's second visit to the Old World she will find much to hold her interest in the gal- leries and churches abroad, for whieh the young traveler possesses a keen reciation. ”me a few months’ wandering Miss Hueter will visit Miss Peltzer in Eng- land for some months. . . . Mr. and Mrs. Harry Somers Young (Louise Whitney), who have récently returned front their wedding journey, will be at home the third and fourth Fridays of this month at 2727 Vallejo street. Mrs. W. H. Raymond, well known in Portland, Ore., and the northwest, s at the Occidental. Mrs. Raymond is one of the distinguished women in Oregon. R R Mrs. Drury Melone is Occupying artments at the Hotel Cecil with her son and daughter, Miss Ethel Melons and Harry Melone. . Miss Elsa Eibeshultz and Jullan Voorsanger were married last evening at the St. Francis, the Red room belng the scene of the nuptials, at which Rev. Jacob Voorsanger offlclated. The bride, in a rich robe of white ohif- fon cloth elaborately embroidered, was attended by Miss Rose Goodman, maid of honmor, and Miss Ray Voorsanger, bridesmaid, Leon Voorsanger serving as best man. Thirty-five guests witnessed the cer- emony at 8:30, which was followed by a dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Voorsanger leav- ing soon after for a wedding trip to Del Monte and through the south. o Dr. and Mrs. Wililam C. Voorsanger (Maude Ackerman) are at home at 3032 ‘Washington street. ACCIDENTALS BY A. J. WATERHOUSE DO IT NOW. F YOU have a deed for doing, l Do it now, For postponement brings us ruing, ® Al allow. If the deed seems dull and tame, Not the one that you would namse, Still the motto is the same: Do it now. It is easy, quite, to say: “Anyhow, Morrow’'s good as is to-day— ‘What's the row?” But, although the deed’s deferred, Still the voice of Duty’s heard, And you can't forget its word: “Do it now!" I've a little knaek myself, T'll allow, Laying Now on Morrow's shelf, And I vow . g That the deeds I meant to do Beat the others ten to two— This is why I say to you, Do it now. Take my woru—it's half a sigh— Morrow's vow, ‘When you reach it, bears a lie On its brow. is a pity, too, for he Is an excellent man and offleer.” . “Well, he cannot blame anybody ex- cept his parents.” “What do you mean? What did they have to do with the case?” “Why, they gave him some common- place Christian name without any em- broldery on it, like Charles, George or Robert—I forget just what it was— and anybody must see that that never would do. Why, Oakland's last Chief of Police glittered around under the given name of St. Clair, and the pres- ent Chief is lulled to sleep every night by the music of his Christlan name, Adelbert. Now If Peterson's parents had exercised the precaution and fore- thought to name him De Coursey or Cholmeondeley or something of that sort, he would have fitted into that sort of & proud procession like a nall into its hole; but what show had he bucking against such lingual triumphs with such a name as Joseph or Willlam or whatever it is? None whatever, of course. No, his parents’ made a terri- ble mistake—although they did not mean it—when they overlooked the names of Montague;and Lancelot at his christening. It knocked Captain Pe- terson hard. Doubtless he does not blame his parents, but he must feel it. | about to take a car, when an old woman | with a shawl over her head and a bas- | ket in her arms hurried up to me eall- It 1s a pity, but I see nothing that can be dene adout it except to have his glven name changed by the Legislature, would have had at least a decent shape and style.” I stopped abruptly. The old woman reading of the best literature. To the man the newspapers are a neces- Morrow's work is ne'er begun; Never shines to-morrow’s sum; THE WALSH BANKS. liquidation of the three banks of John R. Walsh | d when the clearing-house b#hks took charge. »sequent revelations are really of more public interest | failure. Mr. Walsh turned over all his raiiroad, | Juarn ic and other interests, with their bonds, stocks and | all evidences of ownership. A hasty appraisement of these assets | s made, and the conclusion was reached that a deficit would re- main to be made good by the solvent stockholders in the three banks. the liquidating committee reports that a revision of the ap- >ment of assets shows that not only will all the depositors be | but that the stockholders will get the value of their stock. The | ties representing Mr. Walsh’s various properties and projects, | that were lumped at 50 per cent of par, now prove to be worth from | 50 to 60 per cent more than that. The liquidating committee will | not be compelled to make a forced sale of these securities, and will | ze their full value. & It is a remarkable evidence of confidence that depositors in the three liquidated banks are slow in withdrawing their money. | Up to the first of this month only 50 per cent of the deposits had been taken out, and it is believed that the liquidating committee will have to advertise for the depositors to come to the front and get their money. s From the good condition of Mr. Walsh’s assets it is apparent that if he had been engaged only in his outside enterprises and a bor- rower of other banks instead of his own he would to-day be not only solvent but independent. The obvious lesson is for bankers, when they go into outside business, to quit banking and so avoid the temptation to borrow of their own bank. THE PRESS OF THE NATION, A Western college student has gone insane over a scheme to make John D. Rockefeller work for a living. But Mr. Rockefeller did work for a living, and got it—ljkewise the living of 2 good many other men.—Philadel- phia Inquirer. OB S S An Towa girl has sued her sweetheart for $10,000 damages for taking her driving behind a fiery team. Naturally, she objected to having her lover use both hands in managing the horses. Hope she get’s a verdict.—Wash- ington Post. i bt ’ Charles M. Schwab has moved into his new $5,000,000 home, which is said to be the finest private mansion in the world. But he can’t sleep in more than one bed or eat more than one meal at a time.—Chicaga Record- Herald. M ARG TR Another little scandal crops out in the Department of Agriculture just to send a ripple over the administration’s placidity and remind the public thta there are still rascals to be turned out—St. Louis Republic. | As Presidential timber, Mr. Hearst may be a trifle shy, but when, it comes to tiger-hunting, he is a wonder.—Louisville Post. You will observe that the grafter squeals something like a pig when Be is capght—Dallas News, ¥ % ing, “Please wait, lady. Please walt!” She set the basket down in the atreet— 1 saw it contained laundry—and began | Her hands were trembled fumbling in her belt. knotted and toil-wern and with eagerness. In a second she held forth a letter. “Please read, lady!” I thought I could see a petition for charity and began to unfasten my purse. “No—oh, no!" “You do mot daughter’s letter. you ht—" “Why of course!” I said. she cried, distressed. understand! This my I not read! I thought I took the missive at once and unfolded the sheets, | The old woman's face shefle with such eagerness I forgot jts wrinkles and unsightly lines. “I give Christmas present,” she con- fided. “I make it all myself—alll Fine coat—all for my girl; I see if she got it!" 1 understood now the keen anticipa- tion in the watery blue eyes, the mother love that transfigured the furrowed face. The letter was written in a care- less, unformed, girlish hand: “Dear mother,” I read, “the package came all right 24 1 paused to glance at the woman, nodding and smiling, her entire atti- tude intensely, pitifully expectant. Then I read on: + “I tried on the coat, and I must say I don’t see how you ever made such a cheap job of it. I am terribly disap- pointed. It fits awful about the wi and the girls in the store say sleeves ain’'t §ne bit stylish, and the collar bulges and wrinkles at the back: % I could not read another line. How 1 had managed to proceed that far I understood. She reached for the letter. “Never mind—that's all—you needn’t read any more. Many thanks—mduy!” She tried to smile. “I'm very, very sorry,” I said, feeling somehow that I was responsible for her suffering. She put the letter back into her belt and stooped for the basket. I could not trust myself to look at her face again. My car was coming. “Good-by—I'm so sorry!” The words seemed silly—futile. T felt them to be unutterably so. I was miserable when I boarded the car and saw the mother trudging on, the bas- ket in her arms, her face sad and set— all the hope gone from it, 1 cannot forget that woman. I can- not forget the letter of that selfish, cruel, ungrateful daughter, And yet, inhuman as this girl's attitude seems to us, we must admit {t is not more so than that assumed by thousands of girls far better educated, whose su- perior advantages should certainly have taught them kindness and con- sideration for thelr mothers. It is nothing less than brutality. I have seen it time and again, There Is positively no excuse for such savagery among young women in this civilized age. Girls, stop thinking of yourselves, of your own petty desires and disiikes and whims, and think of your mothers, working and planning and strugsling always for you. It takes so little to compensate a mother for her self-denial. A word, a smile, a kiss—these will be valued as gold by the mother who denles herself for her child. yo?;m: '?y youb wmp have children of , maybe. Perhaps they will be ungrateful. Then you will :flflal‘-l £tand, If you do not understand now, ‘what pain, what desolation a mother feels when her efforts go unrewarded, | when no appreciation comes to gladden her day: —————— G00D HEARTED. The young man was wra ‘l% pped In beautiful Miss Doodledum,” he sald, “rejected me last night.” w And he sighed heavily: “But she let me kiss her at parting,” hé whispered thrillingly, “and I shall never forget the sweetness of that kiss.” his Thereupon aros, Dasty companion e 'th"‘ thlnl;." said he, “I'll trot around ere an ropose "—Mil - apolis :oums. = nr‘-,lt o Th ‘mh' et b e weather man doth gaz With brains in_constant. act Whate'er he brings, e I¢ won't bring satistastion. . sity—he could not work as well or as in- telligently it he wers not \informed through them of the world at work and in progress. But our current lterature would be a great deal better worth while if it depended more upon the taste of men readers and less upon the taste of women readers. No literature flourishes which is abso- lutely dominated by one sex to the exclu- sion of the other. In spite of the results of public obser- vation it seems certain that women at home are far more given to reading news- papers than they used to be. This Is also true of children. Every newspaper has felt the demand made upon it dnd caters more and more to women in its columns and departments. For it is becoming more and more true in the United States that womankind is the greater reader of the two, and intellectual eminence is fol- lowing close upon this fact. The number of women in attendance upon the higher institutions of learning, for instance, increases at a- higher pro- portionate rate to the growth of popula- tion than men. B The result can hardly be imagined, but it means a condition of affairs that the men will have no one to blame for but themselves. Let them continue to read the newspapers for the sake of their business and conversational needs; but let them neglect the fleld of general Mter- ature at their own risk! ——————— § EDITOR EMBARRASSED. ‘¢ have gone to the expense of pur- chasing a very fine wood stove and have set it up ready for use, but no one has come in to deliver any wood on subscription. It will take a cord of wood to relieve the embarrassing sit- uation.—Sabetha (Kans.) Republican- Herald. . A JUNGLE PEACH If you'd see the deed well done, Do it now! CASE OF SMYTHE. “How is Smythe now?” “Very low."” “It is too bad! He was such a good man. Can nothing be done to save him?"” “I fear not. His friends have tried everything, and nothing bas done any good.” “Hig case is hopeless, then?” “No hope is entertained.” No, you are mistaken, reader. Smythe merely had gone into politics, and two of his acquaintances were discussing the fact. Ps “They say that young fellow, Bloxam, shows some signs of being the possessor of genjus.” “Where's a hammer?” THE LITTLE A little joy, a little woe, A little gold to make a show, A little toil, a little rest, A head waat needs to be compressed, A little strut, a little swell, Some little things we do not tell, -» little bIuft of pretense bald; Then exit—and the bluff is called. “He is an excellent man, is he not?” “Oh, certamnly.” “Is he a practical man?" “Well—er—you know—that is—he is a college professor.” “‘He was a poor man ten years nn;ha L- worth uutuD.u? nnum"n e “You don’t say! ou know pull he had?” % g ‘““What @0 you mean?" “Why, how did he secure the of a lfe mnsurance company?" — (as ted e el narra by littl enry. e iace b i ) Gittin’ of some cash; Bill is on the corner Tryin' ter make a mash; Nell 1s drinkin’ cocktails In a Famerly Annex, An’ Anabel is waitin’ Fer a feller she expecks. Charlie’s stealin’ peaches, An’ Tom is hookin' jam, An’ I—TI guess I better Not tell you what I am. The fam'ly’s orful busy, rronnrn;henu!, 'er ma is at e Wimmen’: The Home ter Purlty. - o0 L — ¥ “Is she a constant attendan e, dn : 3 2 ell, T couldn't say that exactly, but she 13 methodical In her attondanses. “What do you mean?" ’lfie"m whenever she has a new presidency and that is what I should do if I were in his place. Wouldn't you?” “No,” was the response, “I should eall attention to the fact that the name Pe- tersen in itself is a direct inheritanse from the Norse Vikings.” —_— CASE OF ETHEL AND WILL. Sweet Ethel went to cooking-school when marriage was ahead, And learned to bake potatoss and make angel food and bread, To bell an egg. and water, too, accord- ing to the code— She was a petticoated chef, as her di- ploma showed. And then she wed, as girls have done and girls are doing still, And tried her culinary art upon her darling WiIL What happened then I do not kmow— that comes which Heaven wills— But I met Will to-day, and he was tax- ing lver pllls. The most hopeless dullard in this world, my boy, and perhaps the most common one, too, is he who carries an unnecessary load of worry. This it is that kills—net hard work, or grief, or @ score of other things that might be mentioned. Yet everywhers you will See people carrying burdens of worry that do not belong upon their backs. It becomes a habit with them, and if they have no worry of their own they tote one for some one else. Brace up, my boy! It has not happened yvet, and prob- ably it never awill. ———— Special information supplied dally to business houses and public men by the Press Clipping Bureau (Allen’s), e fornia street. Telephone l&‘f“’g Ca'" —— IN VAIN v Trambp—Do you suppose your : cud give me -omemm: ter Willie—I don't think so. T've ¥ ter work her something myselt, e