The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-11-19
DOROTHY Q'S LETTER.
Chat About Californians Who
Are in the Great Empire City.
An Office Boy Who Wanted to Entertain
Stanley-Mias Mamie Craddock of Oak.
land in "o.d Live Lstters.n
Special to THE MORNING CALL

here" He crossed ''the pond" and arrived
some few days ago, and now TO talk to BIN
one must smile automatically on 1.-THE
Pond''-all OF which means that Stanley and
his bride are the especial attractions just
now, and that Major Pond, his manager,
guards him with eternal vigilance and only
allows very select few the privilege of see
ing him. Thousands are turned away-the
10 ose Mark Twain among the number.
Twenty New York reporters beseiged the
great African explorer on the day OF his
arrival. Mrs. Stanley came down to the
parlor of the Everett House and with most
charming suavity and tact tried to excuse
her loyal liege from appearing, and offered
to pass an examination herself in African
geography, but notwithstanding this gener-
Gus offer aud the fact that she is very comely
and interesting the twenty brave newspaper
scouts demanded Stanley and they got him
Mrs. Stanley will not be interviewed on her
own account. She says, my private life
does not belong to the pubic and l have
nothing to TELL" and Major Pond says,
amen" Mrs. Stanley is thoroughly En-
giiSh in appearance, is much taller than her
husband, and has high rich color, and
only suggests in her profile the beautiful
woman in the now famous picture Yes or
MOTOR which she posed.
There is the horse-Show, however, to de-
light the eyes and hearts of the sight-seers,
old aud young. 1t is the event of the sea-
son, and Madison square Garden is the prime
place Of attraction to all who love fine
horses. But in huge New York there might
be two other horse-shows and, verify. two
other Stanlcys, and yet thousands upon
thousands in the city would know nor care
nothing about them. One morning Stanley
went rather early into Seribner's. No one
was there but the of1ice-boy and man of all
works. The ofice-boy asked the stranger if
he would not like 10 see Stanley's book; if
he would he would get him a chair and the
book. which he could. read While he waited.
Stanley thanked the boy and told him he
had already seen it, The boy did not dis
cover his mistake until day or TWO later,
and he did not feel proud.
Miss Clara McCbeSney of Oakland has re-
turned from her Sketching trip in Maine and
other New England States and has begun
her work again in New York City. She has
an exceedingly artistic picture, "a Cabbage
Garden by Moonlight" among the pictures
exhibited by the New York Water Color So
cietY Miss McChesney has ldealized the
homely vegetable, or, rather, with rare and
delicate touch and artistic conception, makes
cabbage garden is under the bewitching
power of the magical old moon. Miss Nc
CheSney'S work has received worthy men,
ton by the prominent daiies here.
Miss Mamie Craddock, also of Oakland,
" acts well her part" in n dainty gem of a
play called "Old Love Letters" which now
delights theater-goers at the Madison-square
Theater. Miss CraddUck dey0teS great
deal OF her time when off the stage to music
and the study of languages. She is charm
ingly situated with Mr.. and Mrs TAYLOR.
Mrs. Taylor is daughter of the late Dion
Boucicault. Apr pos that great playwright
and actor it Is relevant, and, trust. not
irreverent,
TO RETAIL A BIT OF GOSSIP
Overheard on the day of his burial. An ap-
parently intelligent woman said half-piaint-
lively, 81 must read the newspapers. a lady
l was talking to to-day exclaimed, Poor
Boucicaultv and Iasked, innucently enough,
why, what's the matter with HIM? She
gave me look that would freeze the wind
and said, He's dead! | didn't know he
was dead" continued the aggreved lady
He's been dead several years, too, hasn't
hep" The gentlewoman addressed quietly
answered: No. he died day before yester-
day aud was buried this morning" '0h
dear" exclaimed the poor little questiOner,
'' must read the papers. They are so bad
l haven't read them; but l suppose if L
don't read them I'll appear as ii l don't
know thing" This is positive fact, but
l do not tell 1t with pride.
DR.. Waterman is going off on deer-hunt
up in the mountains OF Maine. He wants to
come back to his new duties as house ply
stefan at the Bellevue Hospital with new
vigor, health and energy, which he will no
doubt gain in tho bracDg, care-free life
among the mountains. He is accompanied
by a friend.
Miss Frances Lohman of Oakland expects
to spend the winter i'll New York. Her sis
ter, Miss Jennie Lehman, is devoted TO her
work at the hospital, and has proven to her
numerous friends that learning to be nurse
was not a rad" but a noble purpose. which
she will follow until she has mastered the
profession thoroughly.
Colonel and Mrs. Savage, well Known to
old San Franciscans, expect TO reside perma-
nently in New York. They are both fond OF
the Empire City, and have host of friends
here.
Colonel and Mrs. Briggs of San Francisco
have been pleasuring here for some weeks
past
Divide Musin, so familiar to the music
loving of San Francisco. Divide MuSin, the
delightful violnist, was Unexpectedly bap-
tized few evenings since. 1t is secret, so
l tell it very confidentially. lie WAS engaged
to play in Baptist church in the City of
Churches--Brooklyn, you know. He took
that little Incompatible violin of his over
there with him and was in fine mood and
temper to play with excellent nerve and
spirit. He was in full dress, immaculate
linen, of course, and swallow tail. Smuggling
that beloved instrument of his under one
arm he stepped jaunlily forward and opened
a door which he supposed led into the audi
tory of the church, but We gods! it didn't, i.
led int the baptismal tank which was full
of water ready for the services on the NOR
row! Wasn't he sOused mos deplorably,
most ANONYMOUSLY, poor man! 1t was
lamentably funny. He was dripping, shorn
of his glory and in sorry plight. His
friends secured the immediate vicinity for
dry clothes, and by dnt of quick wit and
energy managed to get him supply. He
put his anguish in his fiddle and played with
pathos and with fire. 1t took more than
even this DOUGH of cold water to squelch his
enthusiasm but he will not 60 Muslin
around unwarilY in Baptist churches any
more.
While am in the mood for jokes, and [
hope you are too, here is one. You know,
but perhaps you don't, that the editorials in
the New York Sun are considered par eX-
cellence, and the young aspirants are adj
vised by
THE OLD wISEACRES
To read these selfSame editorials with care
and attention. as the ideas therein given are
clothed in the very best English. In school
in Chicago there was class III journalism.
The pupils had had careful instruction on
the art of writing editorials, and each boy
was assigned in turn to write one until all
had the privilege and pain, for they grew
very familiar with the "blue pencil sy stem"
The critical old master was determined to
turn out ready-made journalists who would
promote the progress OF any newspaper in
big Chicago, little New York or wee San
Francisco, so he used the "blue penciP' with
abandon and never an editorial that did not
have slash or so of blue. One enterprsing
youth with more wit than scruples copied
an editorial verbatim from the New York
Sun, and presented IL with fine audacity,
feeling sure that he would carry off the hon
ors OF the class; but 10, it was marked, crit
icized aud cut most numerically by the
unsuspecting master, and the guilty recre-
ant could say never word, but the class
with whom the trick was an open secret,
chucked to themselves, and decided that
they either wrote better editorials than the
worthy editor of the Sun, or their master in
journalism used the blue pencil indiscrim-
inately, either Of which decisions carried
fattering JUNCTION to their souls.
Mrs. Sarah Coweu lie Moyne writes with
enthusiasm of the people and climate, aud
appreciates much the sympathetic under
standing, intellectual breadth and evident
inherent art feeling Of her hearers. She is
expected to return to New York in De-
cember. As she is foremost among the