The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-04-01
THE PARIS OF AMERICA.
San Francisco ms Observed by the Eyes OF
n HoosIer Maiden.

SAN FRANCISCO, CAL, March "a Spe-
cial. The tourist in California who has
not vet visited San Francisco cannot ex-
pect to cut much of a figure among the
Californians.
San Francisco is their darling. With
her magnificent residences, built by the
Stanfords. the Fairs and the Crockers;
her spacious Palace hotel; her unrivaled
Golden Gate park; the Cliff house. com
handing an unobstructed view of the deep
blue sea; her cable car system, unequaled
in the world. All these are the delight of
the proud hearts of native sons and daugh-
tiers. Not to have visited this great me-
tropolis is to be ignorant of the magni-
tude of western enterprise.
We-my mother, who is my travelling
companion and I-came from Santa Bar
bara to San Francisco by water. very
delightful voyage it proved to be. We
were one day and two nights upon the
peaceful Pacific. Early the morning
OF the second day all was hustle and ey.
element on board. Had we been out at
sea for weeks the passengers could not
have seemed more interested in landing.
Golden Gate" ETC., were waited to me as
lay snugly tucked up in my berth. 1t
gradually dawned upon me that some
thing interesting was taking place outside
and was not In it. So | descended to
the floor of my state room IL had gained
my berth by mounting the stationary
wash-stand), made hasty toilet and joined
my mother on deck. We were rapidly
nearing Golden Gate bar. The city lay
before us, enveloped in dense fog. Two
peninsulas, ten miles apart, extending far
out into the ocean form the magnificent
entrance into San Francisco bay, known
as the Golden Gate. San Francisco has
the great advantage OF having no rivals.
Neighboring cities do not attempt to COM
pete with her. To be sure, Los Angeles,
sweet city of the angels, sometimes so
forgets her angelic name rs TO make
scathing remarks about 'those disagreed
BILE trade winds in San Francisco" but
San Francisco has but to casually refer to
its delightfully."- cool summers" and the
intolerable heat of Los Angeles TO silence
that little southern city, which is eighteen
miles inland and secretly wishes she was
on the coast.
San Francisco is tho great metropolis
Of the golden West; the queen of the
coast the peerless city of the Golden Gate
the Paris of America! The tourist is
Immediately impressed with theimmense
number OF millinery shops. Such lavish
display of head-gear / have never seen in
in any other city. l wonder ii this pro-
fusion of womans delight is why the city
is called the "Paris of America"
There is marked contrast between this
busy. wealthy, independent western city
and the cities of the East. New York ladies
carry dogs on Broadway and Fifth avenue,
but they draw the line at little
human beings nurses carry their
children. | have not seen San
Francisco lady with dog, but they carry
in their arms-proud mothers-their own
little babies. Baby-carriages seem TO be
held at high premium in San Francisco.
do not not know why so few are used,
unless il is on account OF the hills 1t is
quite common to see ladies elegantly at
tired going shopping with a pink'cheeked
cherub in their arms.
/ was told OF an eastern woman, very
big, blonde and self-important, who took
a morning constitutional down Market
st., the principal thoroughfare, leadingby
chain a weak.eyed poodle. Golden Gate
boys are not accustomed to any such nom
tense, and the story further goes that they
made II go lively for poodle by making
him a target for exercising their skill in
throwing stones and other available
weapons that Mrs. Misunderstanding
portant was only thankful to get her
charge home sound in limb, and she
never exposed him more TO rude, I'M
cultured street arabs.
There is strong resemblance between
San Francisco and New York. The build
ings are as tall the streots wider and just
as many people on them az there are on
the streets OF Gotham. Kearney-st., the
fashionable promenade, is as crowded
every day from p. IN. until as Broad
way on Saturday afternoons. Sunday lisa
regular gala day. Church in the morn
ing, concert at Golden Gate park in the
afternoon, and at night the theater.
Think of it, We puritansl II is the one
day in the week in which care is laid
aside. Everybody is out on dress parade.
Everybody feels that complacent satisfac-
ton that only comes with having on your
best clothes and knowing you have
fetching look. So everybody is happy
and the preplexities of life are for a time
forgotten.
1t was on one of these afternoons that I
stood on one of San Francisco's high hills
MS the sun was sinking. | watched II
slowly sink into the sea, leaving behind a
crimson sky with pale pink darts shooting
up into amber-tinted clouds. Gradually
the rich coloring faded, leaving soft white
fleecy clouds with gray borders. An
artist might have painted IL as the gate
way to heaven. MINNIE TURPEN.
Under suspicion.