Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-09-04
AT THE FAIR.
WHAT OUR CORRESPONDENT SAW AMONG
THE PEOPLE THERE.
Fhe Many Persons whom she saw-Eow
They Looked and Behaved
at the Fair.

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| Chicago with extreme enthusiasm. Il
says to come from Chicago to San Frau
cisco is ike going from San Francisco to
country town. What shock to my prid
is this Immediately felt that l ougf
to cultivate disdain for what must seer
to him such very small affair as th
| Mechanics Fair, now in fine runnin
order, and went to the Pavilion pre-
pared with him to sniff. Somehow tn
music and the lights and the peopl
took all the sniff out OF me. In hes
clothes one can't meet other people in bes
clothes and feel small. The eibowing, tn,
smiling, the CHEEKY way folks have of nod
ding, viii make you buoyant in spite o
yourself, and hadn't been five minutes il
the Pavilion till all thought OF how Chicag,
overshadowed us was gone. The mass o
people in its shine and its shade looked
ike great birds wing, spread to utmos
tension and glossy in plumage-here gay
feather, there a somber one, scattered il
one amongst the others, but all so overlap
ping and so thick in cluster as to make one
beautiful shining whole Twelve thou.
sand-when you say 1t that means great
many people, and not one single face Oh
glance is alike.
WHAT A WONDERFUL THING
Twelve thousand faces, none the same, and
each flashing with hundred expressions
each in its turn different from another,
The galleries are an endless walk. An
audience three or four chairs deep deliber.
ately turns back upon the enchanting view
below and gazes boldly upon the hardy
promenaders. Round and round till their
hght-headedness must be increased spin
the very young couples-she, always with
her waist smalled in and her hair gummed
to her cheeks; he, gobbling her by the
arm with the deadly grip Of policeman
taking in small boy. And then the
woman who dares to come alone With
what grim and solitary look she staiketh ;
with what lonesome awtuiness she
graspeth the one hand with the other and
how sternly she setteth her independent
jaw toward the audience-side as if daring a
glbe. And then the man who comes alone
Lean, lank and old, he turns his single
season admission in his overcoat pocket,
and as he looks at the blossom of a girl
smiling up 10 another mans face, thinks
with pang of the luck that kept him
from taking
DOUBLE TICKET
Early in life. Here is a family party from
the country-well-to-do, or they wouldn't
be here on visit to the fair. They
have the children along, the young
est in fathers arms, stupefed with
being up so late and the next youngest,
put In pants much too soon to make the
baby's coming seem not quite such an
enormity, clings to mothers skirts brave
lY, the sturdy boy that he is. Fathers
hands have the skin knocked off in two or
three places and he has frightened the
crown of his hat with string. Whiten
him out and fix him up and he'd beat half
your city men for looks. Mother has on
HER WEDDING DRESS,
a brown silk she has never had the chance
of wearing much since the great day. 1t
looks little old-fashioned, and has an in
desclibable air of being too full as to
breadths, bat it is good silk and will last
through the two Oldest girls yet. The
whole family shrink modestly away bit,
seeing all the fashion and life drifting on,
and mother thinks with half sigh she's let
the world 90 by her perhaps, and yet even
after this thorn has pierced her soul she
viii go home and think many day after
of the good the visit she made to the fair
at the Bay did her. Over there among
the machinery, watching it with
still features but sharp eyes, are four
with little round, red
button on his cap. Whatever they be-
merchants, Confucian scholars or priests
before the most sacred Joss-there is not
one little wheel in all that mass of whirr
and whirl they do not view with eager in.
5erest. Up the side aisle with little giggles
comes a party of young girls from about a
second grade IN a grammar school. Do
ook at their prononce style. Unwise
mothers of San Francisco to allow your
daughters thus to come alone They
glance in the first of the three odd mirrors
md in it they all seem to be walking on
heir heads as in camera. They give
little scream in chorus and rush on till
hey encounter the one that makes every
BODY look fat. They litter and make
aces at it; they say 3" Mercy y
md " How horrible I look, don't /,
Maud ?p But when they reach the third.
which handsomes and gloriies every face
nd form, they gaze into its depths with
he awful admiration Of vain girlhood,
,rimp little openly, take
LAST GLANCE
Md slyly pass on. The women wear bon
lets with wide polks, dot-satin strings tied
inder the chin in knot, which does away
With ties at the throat, and the little girls
year wide leghorn hats trimmed in white
attn ribbon or ribbon of delicate tint,
With strings which plump out their little |
heeks and knot under the chin bonnet |
rise. It gives them a quaint look, pretty |
nd childish-old. Here is a wee mite of
irl in a pink-silk hood. blue cloak and !
old shoes. Her mother has glittering
lack eyes that dart in and ont the crowd |
harply, thirstily, vindictiyely, like the |
ongues of the snakes we read of in the |
tories nowadays. All the strange lot of |
eople in cosmopolitan San Francisco come
ere. Sailors just in port lunge awkwardly |
bout, and their officers from all over the |
world come quietly iii to see the exhibit. |
he little folks of the asylums march in on |
he different afternoons of this week. One |
fternoon the little public kinder
artners sung their songs and act
d their games in their compart- |
nent of the building. Meanwhile troops |
I children, without law, order or re-
traint, rush about at their free will with |
ands full OF cards and papers they have |
objected from the stands. Grown folks |
lay sample anything from bottles of medi-
inc to packages of starch. There is a
eautiful little tea set for the child under |
wo years of age who can pronounce most
lainly the name of certain medicine |
rying to work its way into reputation. |
Iere are the soda fount waitresses-t their
air in
WATER WAVES,
heir waists so trim, so slim, so neat A |
Dung couple, not many years advanced in
latrimony, stand looking at the airy and |
ainty bassinet which stands woven with
bbons among the wickerware. Probably |