Sacramento daily record-union., 1882-05-05
FROM THE BAY.
TIE SEASONS FooD-FIsH AND FISHING
-PIcNICs AND THEIR SEASON.
The Places Quite Proper to visit-Ihe
Most Kissed Young Man-Belmont,
san Rafael and Santa Cruz.
san Francisco, May 8, 1852.

SAN Francisco, May 3, 1882.
/ remember very well when as child
who had no choice in the matter took
sassafras and sulphur, and such other ar
ticles as from year to year were com.
mended by mothers of other children. In
vague sort of way these were supposed
to be good for the blood" and were ad-
ministered in the early spring as quick
ener, l presume, to that blood which in
the freezing cold of winter ran sluggish
and dull. In like manner, also, our gen.
eral diet changed. Much animal food
became thing of the past bread and
butter, milk. mush and ginger snaps was
deemed sufficiently hearty supper
greens was offered as delicacy, and
by and by we drifted off as little veg
etarians into sweet peas, string beans,
corn, little onions and lettuce. We have
no excuse in California, and at any rate in
San Francisco, for any rigid change in
diet, since the seasons generally so
MELT INTO ONE ANOTHER
That it is hard telling when winter ends
and when summer begins by the complex
ion of the days. Yet the old habit he had
of finding thrill in his veins when spring
came on affects the average San Franciscan,
and he loves to refresh his eyes with a
change of vison-to feast them with
spring "greens," if you will Friday and
Saturday nights and Sunday mornings, if
you look early enough, you will find fisher
men in rough garb, with basket and rod,
going off for q day or two, more for the
fun than the fish. 1t is notorious fact
that they seldom come home with more
than halfscore catch j; yet, in excuse, it
is to be remembered that fishermen are
plenty and fish are few in such streams or
Iagoons as are accessible at days journey
from San Francisco. By looking under
the slouch OF the hat brims you may often
discover your stock broker, the young man
you danced with last week, the "solid
man whom you are accustomed to remen.
Der as engrossed in weighty cares, the boy
who delivered your shop parcel yesterday
the fish craze not being confined to class or
condition. We went out one day and
were provoked by rough.looking fel.
down again, catching fish under our very
noses, and we caught none. When he
came down we were discussing lunch,
which had all of sudden become the
principal event of the day, and as he
passed thought / saw him sniff-it
seemed disdainfully. But we boarded the
train together, and he was
A PRINCE IN DISGUISE,
With a sparkling diamond on his hand and
a watch in his pocket. He wss-but let
me conceal his name. We discovered him
through our lunch basket In the morn.
ing. it seemed, he sat on rock, silent and
still, for an hour, with his lunch in his
coat-tail pocket, and his coat-tail dangling
in the water, and he had not shifted dis.
dainfully, but wistfully, longingly, yearn-
ingly, as he passed US. We smuggled him
remnants of cake aud broken bits Of
cracker, with crumbs of cheese, over the car
seat, and he ate them behind the morning
paper, generously putting his fish in our
basket afterward. He is generous enough,
now, never to forget the ladies of the party
when partners are scarce of an evening
and on New Years day, when ones popu-
larity is reckoned by carriage calls"
Surely there is no need to formulate the
moral of this little tale. 1t is by fishing
tramp that some work out the nature that
is in them and take to the country in
spring, but the majority turn their affec-
tions upon picnics. Everybody goes at
least to one picnic, and some, seeming to
follow the pleasure as business, become
professional picknickers,
THE BUSY SEASON
Is known by the posters everywhere re-
commencing remedies for poison oak,
which abounds on every picnic ground.
We all look indulgently upon the pic.
nicker, because we are so sure we shall be
in his place sometime or other soon. His
straw hat, his linen coat, his basket re-
ceive many tender, envious glasses, and
his way is made easy by general good. will.
Tne other morning the car was fairly
bulging out with such passengers. The
flowers, wide hats, eyes and smiles, and it
was impossible not to mass and view them
as whole. Suddenly in my imagination,
rest, and with dropping eyes sat
apart; Her ups pailuS auu neT Cneehs
slowly losing their bloom. She gave a gasp
as if in obedience to some inward convul.
sion, buried her face in her handkerchief,
and when last we saw the little beauty, !
with one hand daintily pressed upon her
chatelaine belt, she was wrestling on the
sidewalk with that sickness which properly |
belongs to sea.voyages. 1t must have been
A POWERFUL PICNIC
Which could take effect before it
happened. In the early spring there are
lovely, verdant spots undefle6 of orange
skis and sardine cans in whichever direc.
tion you may go, but, like tossed and
crumpled ball dresses, after use of once
they lose freshness and half their beauty. |
San Rafael is fashionably rural, and it is
pleasant place to picnic for week or so
with -ecldt at some of the hotels in better |
clothes than you wear at home every day. |
This is picnicking on the elegant plan for
the purpose of knowing who else does the |
same. Beside, San Rafael is musical, lit.
erary, ETC., and if you can't go to Europe
it is quite proper to go into retirement at |
ments and in search OF the virtues popu-
6uppoSSu W cuDui US. hlSO onC
may 90 down to Santa Cruz on the "hus- |
bands " Saturday night train, picnic over
Sunday, and return Monday morning on a
like marital train, witnessing meetings and
partings free of extra charge. The most
kissed young man | ever saw was at Santa
Cruz. Eight young ladies went down to
the excursion boat to see him off, and each
kissed him lovingly in farewell. Indeed,
II, -,
eager and enthusiastic little creature, with
FURNISHED hair, of kissing twice, but there
was such
CONFUSION OF HEADS
That can never be quite sure. At any
rate on the voyage up he was exceedingly
sea-sick and miserable, and could take no
comfort in living over again those fare
wells. l Iexpected to see him smiling at
the moon all the way, but instead he
turned his gaze and his stomach out upon
the waves till morning. But these are not
average picnics whose ephemeral gayety
dies with day. These 60 to Belmont, to
Fairfax, to Alameda, to parks here, there
and everywhere, and we, in turn, receive
others from abroad at Woodward's Gar
dens. Belmont, besides being both beau
tiful and accessible, affords to the
curious view of that famed residence
whose hospitality and magnifcence were
mentioned abroad in connection with Cali
fornia, lust as Yosemite was mentioned,
and the Geysers, and the Big Trees, as
matter of course. Since Ralston's death
and Sharon's ownership the well'known
Grant reception and Sharon Hesketh we'd
ding brought it into quieter prominence
once more but the Rose of Sharon,