Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-02-09
SAN FRANCISCO LETTER.
A PEEP PROM THE GALLERY OF THE
STOCK EXCHANGE.
Lecture Of Emily Faithfun-The schu'
mann Club-Abbott opera-Art
and Social Notes.
SAN Francisco, February 6, 1884.

SAN FRANCISCO, FEBRUARY b, 1904.
The slight excitement that prevailed for
the past fortnight about the Bodie stocks
made look into the San Francisco Stock
Exchange interesting. 1t is a beautiful
building, rich and solid, granite pillars,
tiled floors and hardwood everywhere.
Besides the hall for the meeting of the
Stock Board, there are offices of mining
companies and luxurious lawyers offices.
a visitor to the Stock Board takes the ele-
vator from the first to the second floor, is
met by youthful clerk, who opens pair
of ominous swinging green doors, the
visitor passes within them and finds him
self in the ladies' gallery, something like
the game institution in the Senate Chamber
at Washington, only on much smaller
scale. After the Stock Exchange was
finished it was discovered that the &C.
coustics were wretched, and, as hearing
played an important part in stock transac-
tions, numerous expedients were resorted
to to remedy the evil. The one that en-.
dules is a great spidery system of wires
starting from a focus suspended over the
middle of the floor and radiating in
myriad of lines in every direction.
Through these the observer looks down
on the floor from the ladies' gallery.
THE OPENING SCENE.
At II o'clock hollow bell sounded,
Howard Colt mounted the stage at the
south end of the hall and took his place
s-I al II
by his side, little clerk came next, and on
the floor, but in line with these. was an
other youth at more modest desk with
telegraphic apparatus under his hand.
Howard Colt began to call, and Frank
Unger to write, and the group of about
one hundred men to shout, to seize each
other by the shoulders, to struggle up
around one man, and to part and scatter
and thin out when the interesting transac.
ton was complete. The voices sounded
like the roar of an excited crowd at a great
distance. The greatest fun was to see the
dark and well.dressed Jerry Lynch, the
languid George Marye, and the placid,
handsome Messick struggle and tumble and
vociferate and sue at the foot of Howard
Colts desk with passionately appealing
hand, to have their sales recorded. Anon
quiet reigned, all retired to their seats, and
Frank Unger proceeded to read off what
he had taken down. and if there was an
error the man interested lifted up his voice
and the correction was duly made. In this
lull your companion perhaps tells you Of
the
DAYS OF GLORY OF THE BOARD,
When the scene you have Just witnessed
was intensified fifty fold when the men
were a thousand instead of q hundred !;
when the sums were fabulous, the excite
ment maddening; when every stock called
was Ike a blttle-cry, putting new fever
and fervor into the hot contestants the
days when keene used to hold himself
aloof at one side of the seething mass,
meditating some great coup, and then hurl
himself corps perdu, as the French say.
among the spectators, with some sensa-
tional bid or challenge involving million
of money. A strange spectacle, that bull
and bear batting but no one could wish
such days and scenes back again.
LECTURE OF MISS FAITHFUL.
Against that insanity and all it means,
Miss Emily Faithful lectured Monday
night. calling her address "Modern Shams
and Extravaganza. She was given the
handsomest church in the city II which to
speak-not half as well known under it's
own name lthe First Congregational
church, as under the name of the vener-
ated pastor who filed its pulpit so long and
ably-Dr. Stones Church. The ceiling of
the gothic naive and galleries is finished in
parallelograms of pale blue, with white re-
hefs; the organ fills up what would be the
chancel of an Episcopal church, the railing
about it being richly draped with deep
crimson plush the woodwork is rich, and
on a high platform Just in front of the
organ rail are the ministers chair, the
reading desk and two tables, adorned on
Monday night with flowers. 1t was
thought-awakening to hear the fearless,
stirring words Miss Faithful spoke on the
tendency of wealth and the worship of It
to turn society into horde of beings in
whom intellect and high feeling are smoth.
cred under the load of creature comforts
and morbid pleasures. She arraigned wo-
men that they deliberately turned away
from and refused to recognize the suffering
and misery beyond their own boudoirs the
high born that they did not appreciate
the responsibility of their position as ex.
amples to those coming after and wat ching
their every movement and aping their
spirit. The audience did not applaud
much, the appeal was too earnest for that,
but they listened intently. She struck
better than she knew in deploring the
worse than waste of huge fortunes in the
hands Of those without the culture to know
how to use II. She has beautiful voice,
that carries to the farthest corner of a
hall. She lectures again Thursday night
on the woman question. Strangely enough
she began her public life through ridiculing
the uncouth, grotesque doiugs of the pio-
neers in the first movements for the reform
OF woman's condition, then gradually she
discerIed the glimmer of truth at the bot.
tom Of ne well Of words, and be IAN a
career of philanthropy and helpfulness
How far she goes in for the emancipa.
ton Of women we shall see Thursday night.
She has some funny experiences sometimes.
One day when she was engaged in CONVEX
sat!on with visitor there was 4 tap at the
door, Miss Robertson, tho young secce-
tsTy, went to see who II was, and came
back with the information that 1t was a
woman with no name to send, and no bust
ness in particular, who wished to see Miss
Faithful, simply 30 see her, the great
woman. "Give her . ticket for the lect-
uro, Charlotte said Miss Faithful to her
secretary If l let her in now she will
say to my face all those things about my
greatness, and it ia too embarrassing.
THE ScHUNAN> CLUB.
Ga last Thursday evening the Schumann
Club held It's frat concert. The club Is
sn otFshout OF the Lorinr Club, aud is com.
posed exclusively Of ladies', rs the latter Is
composed exclusively Of gentlemen. The
enthusiastic Mr.. Loring drills the Schu.
MAINS. however and with a most cred {
able result They gave the spinning
chorus from Wagner's Flying Dutchman,
some Rub,usteiu songs, Mrs. Van Btunt
sang SchubeIt's q" Fri King" and sang it
well. Miss Marshall, the accompauist,
delighted the musicians in the audience
by her good touch and wise suborduation.
And right here, doubtless, one should men.
ton
THIS ABBOTT OPERA
or ours, which has been so long and per.
sistently doomed. Autographs OF Emma
Abbott are in every shop window, and Oh,
but they have seli.cooscious. selt.satisfed
shipper interviews with Emma Abbott
are in every newspaper, and some of them
are readable, but so much poetry and wild,
imaginative flights of the reporter blend
with the truth in the interview of the
present day that, like the venerable CHG.
non Joke, one cannot Il which is switch.
Her troupe is certainly good Taqliauis