The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-06-05
BULLSHEAD FETE.
A Very Late Breakfast in
Bear Valley.
All Queues Royal Splendor-A
Meal Buried in the
Woods.

The Country Clubs appetite for bulls
heads is saliated for whole year. They
ate bullsheads yesterday till the last but
ton of the vest had TO be left open.
They ate sundry things besides bulls
heads, but that was the piece de resistance
Of the midday breakfast.
Though the hour was a trfls late for
breakfast the elaborate menu of the Coun-
try Clubs bulshead breakfast could not
have been better appreciated by any other
name. 1t might have been called a lunch
con or miscalled a dnner-the result
would not have been different
After siX-lnile drive through Bear Val
ley. 10 say nothing of crossing the bay and
riding thirty miles over the mountains in
a train before 10 o'clock in the morning,
even Country Club epicuTean is bound t.
have an appetite for any kind of meal
set before him.
But the one under consideration was not
"any kind" of meal. 1t was the kind OF
meal You get but once in year. III you
get them ottener you would outgrow the
width OF your trousers sooner, and YOU
must 60 to the County Club to get them.
The last is imperative, for nowhere else
in the wide world can you have meal like
the one that was enj0yed yesterday in
Bear Valley. Down in Mexico they have
feeble limitations of the Country Clubs
bullshead breakfast, but they lack alto
gether the fantastic service that has made
this club so famous. Over in Spain they
have what they call bullsEead feasts. but
If y0u want the real simon-pure article,
served up in style by registered China
man in the garb OF a greaser. there is but
one place on this terrestrial footstool where
the same can be obtained-the Country
Club.
You must get ND in the morning before
breakfast ana travel three hours in order
to get there by breakfast time. That's
what the guests and mem bers of the CouD-
try Club did yesterday, and they're not re-
pentant either. They took a special train
to Point Reyes, and from there rode over
to the beautiful club grounds in stages Sc
cured for the occasion.
There were about $50 members and
guests in the party, and they brought their
appetites with them unsullied all the way
from San Francisco. Upon the latter
point, however. Fred Webster was not
guile certain at first, so in little ever
green bower off the balcony he had side
ate-ticklers OF the liquid sort that were
calculated to made mummy hungry.
And when these had been tested there
was little grave digging bee down on the
lawn halfway between the clubhouse and
the dining tent.
Here is where All Queue first made his
appearance. he was dressed like dime
novel Mexican and carried spade. Other
dime-novel Mexicans, likewise bearing
spades. followed him 10 the grave.
Joe Reddng was master Of ceremonies.
With sepulchral tones and solemn mIen he
gave the word 10 dig.
what fOr?" asked Colonel Fred
Crocker.
For breakfast, man." came the answer
in stentorian tones. ''rhe bulsheads we're
to eat lie smoldering in the flames Of
well, they're buried here"
They dug, those masquerade MeXicans,
with all their gaudy velvet trappings. The
earth was loose and they dug fast and
deep.
But whereas the breakfast?" queriel
the sweet singer, Donald de Y. Graham.
from the interior of glorious Scotch
tweed summer suit.
The clicking OF the spades on the gravel
was the only answer. Still they of the
blue and yellow velvet dug When the
first geological stratum was removed the
earth began to smoke, and Warden Hale
remarked that he guessed Joe Redding
was about right.
When the Pliocene deposit was reached
a gunny sack was uncovered. Another
soon came to light Then another. Ten in
all were unearthed. Then Maestro Red.
ding said. Enough" The digging ceased.
10y ihls AitnC utl. w HdQ uOlu tu
his yellow canvas coat and appeared en-
the scene to announce that There's
salads and things to be eaten first" He
also made some other remarks which
caused the hungry one hundred and fifty
or 50 to make haste TO get under the big
white tent
There were three kinds of salads and
many kinds OF things" While the
former were being put out of sight Mr..
Woodward gave orders that the dogs
should be chained very closely.
Then The tamales were served.
" QUILL find no seagulls in these tomales,
gentlemen. for they were made right here
at the clubhouse"
Then the tGmales were eaten.
After the tomaies came the bulls heads,
smoking Rot and fresh from the grave
Inc eyes and the teeth were not eaten.
The same cannot truthfully be said of tho
very last morsel Of the other portions of
those ten bulls heads
II the dogs depended upon the leavings
OF the tomales and bulls heads they went
hungry yesterday.
The Park band played new tune-"The
Bowery"-while the bulls heads were
discussed. And when the feast was ali
over there was only big hole in the
ground left to mark that per annum bulls
heads breakfast.
Black coffee in the clubhouse.
cigars and washers down in the ever
green bower.
after breakfast yarns on the balcony.
Slay-plgton shooting in the hacienda.
Notes of the shoot: Mr.. Richards of
pan Ra1ael was dressed all in white
flannel and black beard, ard won first
money ana third money. Warden Hale