St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-11

on, the sons grew up in the traditions OF
the elders, developing a character OF
courteous kindness and good fellowship.
Joined together in business pursuits, all
interested in this wonderful and pros
porous country, they met and formed
club, where they could be free and easy
as EN- famille.
Thus came into existence the famous
Bohemian Club of San Francisco, count
ing members the world over, having no
equal for close union and good feeling
among its members, and celebrated for
Its links" In this spirit of jovial fell
lowship these steady merchants, grave
doctors, serious lawyers, gathered with
them the choice of the local artists, tai
ented poets and esteemed musicians,
and these merry brethren of this mighty
family of six hundred gave their talents
in shape of cartoons. paintings, dramas
and concerts, while the silver talents of
the others paid for the fun. Then from
the brain of these real bOhemianS of
this new Bohemia came the creation
of the "Jinks."
Coming to the Golden Gate, familiar
with the bohemian grounds of Paris,
the good old Latin quarters" so dear
to all Partisan students, was received
into open arms and admitted at once to
visitors membership. This included
special invitation to the midsummer
high jinkS up in the Redwood forests in
the coast range, where, according to
the letter of invitation
pheasant it was when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
lOr1r hrNrrr hnfy
Shadows dark, u sunlight sheen,
Alternate come and CO."
The ferryboat skImming swiftly
across the sunlight bay carried couple
hundred merry souls, well determined
to leave all care behind. A band of
music enlivened the air, and from the
boats in the bay came many hurrahs
and Salutations as we steamed away for
San Raphael. Here train is waiting,
and soon we are speeding across hill
and dale, then up by zig-zags and
curves into the heights of the coast
range, a gay voyage. intermingled with
music, songs, pies and beer. But here
we are in the midst of the forest
stopped. No station, no houses in sight,
but big shout of welcome from be-
yond the creek among the white tents
in the foliage, and our brother bohe-
mians, who had gone on several days
before to prepare things. came to meet
US.
The camp was ready; airy tents, plenty
of clean straw, we choose our place for
whatever we will get of rest and sleep
during the coming night. My first adj
miration was for the pines, high col
umns straight up, many of them over
two hundred feet towards the heavens.
The lumber trade devastation had not
reached this spot yet. And these gigan-
tesque "Sequ0ia" are in all their glory,
if not as celebrated as their sisters of
the Mariposa and Yosemite regions.
These redwood pines grow only near
this coast and in some parts of Aus
tralia. The wood is soft and very fine,
and much priced by builders. Mixed
here with the graceful laurelS, which
border the banks of the peebly creek,
they form landscape of grandeur and
beauty. A place had been cleared for
the theater; logs rolled in front formed
the seats. An abundance of Chinese
lanterns of all bright colors hung in
punches and in festoons from tree to
tree. Great spiders, monStrouS insects
and sedate owls hung round with ban
ners and emblems. Near by we'll worn
pathway (alasD led to the bar, and be-
You'd to large space where immense
tables were spread. Near this the
kitchen in full blast. We were soon
gathered around festive board, where
sparkling wit and wine went round and
all in joyous company. But twilight
falls on the grand old woods, deepening
the shadows in the verdant gorges. Ian
terms are lit, and back in the theater the
"sire" addresses the bOhemians gath
1a.. fln
The speeches which followed were
typical. ElOquence in rhyme and prose
was poured forth, with brilliant witt
cisms and bon mOts in justification of
God Pan, the first of all bohemiaus; in
praise of their patron who spent his life
in woods and play, and, if we are to be-
lieve the classics, not all alone always.
But Redwood's depths re-echoed no
sodnd of nymphs, and the best jokes
cracked at their expense must die with
the pealS of laughter which went the
circle round, and the good old GLOBE
would not wish me to drubbed by its
fair readers for reproducing them here.
Now, we turn to the theater just oppo-
site the rostrum. The piano has ac-
companied sweet air from BerliOz,
and the last notes were still lingering
on the night air when horrid screech-
ing witch went sailing through the
gloom between the dark trunks of the
trees. then flock of bowling. red-clad
devils follow, scrambling, leaping over
rock and fern to the scene, where a
noble knight deals deadly combat with
the black enemy. Lurid flames flash in
the air, the gathering steel glistens in
the changing lights, immense sheets of
fire burst forth, and red-tinged clouds
roll up through the green foliage to the
pines highest tops, making an indie
scriptably delicate and harmonious eff
feet of rose and emerald tintS as the red
lights mingled with the green leaves.
-
Rockets CLEAN through the forest.
and shooting up, seem to meet
the twinkling stars, which. here and
there visible through the trees, appear
to form part of the illumination. In
all this din the music plays its part,
drums and cymbals add to the uprOar,
and the shrieking, yelling devils tri-
umph at last in a furious dance
amidst a cascade Of falling fire.
pendous background and grandiose
effects for his most weird scenes. And
art found here Bacon's definition, imam
added to nature" and wrought a mar
velous triumph.
The scene changes-a long torch-lit
procession forms, black pail opens the
way carried by syndicate" and follow
ing the high priest through the lantern
lit path down to the water side to a fu-
neral pile, old Care is to be cremated.
A dirge is sung. a few solemn words
are spoken, then in the stiffness of the
night the order is given, ITO seize
him, bind him, and msnfully bear him
to where the fagots blaze, ruddy and
strong"
Then, up through the nights soft haze.
Let the pyre's joyous blaze
Tell to Bohemia that Cares life has Sped
Long live this grand design,
Quaff deep this bubbling wine.
Bohemia triumps, for Grim Care is dead.
A wild outburst of applause mixes
with the music, the flames crackle,
rockets explode.
The forest once more CLEANS in the
flashes of light. and the rocky ravines