The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-04-07
SINGERS AND SUN.
The " Bostonians' Trip to
BeIVedere.
THEIR RoLLICKING REUNION.
In Harmonious Concert They Intone
the Praises of the Sunniest
Slopes in the World"

'Why, it's a new country' exclaimed
Mrs. Jessie Bartlett DAVIS.
Whats become of the wnd?" chimed in
Eugene COwles' basso profundo- very pro-
fundo.
And all the rest of the company chorused
isn't it lovelyp'
II was the famous company of Dos
tonians" out for trip yesterday.
Every one knows the BostOnians-their
names are household words" Their
Robin Hood" their ''Knic kerbockers"
and their LET Her Go, Gallaghers" las
COwleS calls i) are celebrated from the At
lantie TO the Pacific and from Mexico to
Alaska. Who has not heard OF Mrs. Davis
rich soprano. Eugene CowleS' stories and
Miss BartlettS guitar?
So it was a notable company that en-
barked ON the II 40 boat yesterday, in re
Spouse to an Invitation to breakfast with
Mr.. and Mrs. w. 1. Morgan.
The party included Mrs. Jessie Bartlett
Davis, Eugene Cowles, w. H. Macdonald,
Mrs. Marle Macdonald, Harry Dixon,
Miss Josephine Bartlett, Miss Bertha
Waltznger, Miss Louise CIeary, S. L..
Study, all of the Bostonians: c. 0. Perry.
Mr.. and Mrs. Fred Cook, Mrs. j. a. Weston,
Mrs. c. A. Tormey, Miss May Tormey.
Miss Ida Tormey and Mr.. and Mrs. w. L
Morgan.
A brisk north wind blew the waves OF the
bay into thousands of "Whitecaps" and
gave rise to as many jokes on the seaman
ship OF the ladies, accompanied by affec-
tionate proffers of dozens of lines as thu
sovereign preventive OF NAL de mer
But Iiburon was quickly reached, and
| there fvur-horse drag was found in wait
ing to convey the merry guests to the home
| OF their host and hostess.
Still the wind blew fresh in the faces of
| the horses as they sped briskly up the yer-
| dant slopes, winding hither and thither, and
| affOTdiug the occupants of the drag change
ful glimpses of the wonderful panorama
| spread beneath them, the water sparkling
like diamonds through the recently rain
washed air.
The wind blew. certainly, but there was
| a surprise in view.
As the drag made the last turn upon the
slopes of Belvedere the breeze mAgically
| ceased and the chorus already quoted hailed
the pleasant change.
Guess they were right" chirruped
COwles this genial; cit doesn't blow over here
and the man with the yearEing whlskers
had better keep away"
But the keen air on the bay had given ap-
petites to all the party and Mrs. Morgan
was speedily ushering her guests to her
dainty dlnng-roOm, paneled in oak, with
its broad low expanse of windows COM
| manding The wide prospect Of the Golden
Gate and the gems il guards
The whole room was artistieally trimmed
with apple blossoms, which also decked
the snowy damask in artistic prOfusion. At
each plate lay a name-eard, TO which a
choice bouquet OF yellow Violets were at
tached by ribbon of corresponding hue.
The celebrated singers were In frame to
enjoy to the full the delicious breakfast set
before them, and 1t was not until the first
edge OF their appetites had been worn away
that wit and mirth flowed unrestricted.
Cowles and Perry, aided nobly by Mr..
and Mrs. Macdonald and inspired by the
beaux yeuX of Miss Tormey. Miss Waltz
niger, Miss Cleary and Miss Bartlett, kept
the ball rolling gaiy. Cowles told his
famous naval officer story, illustrating IL
with a cut orange, Mr.. Perry retaliated
with poem and then Cowles went him one
better with his tale of the slangy Con"
who was euchred into Skating round on
his uppers."
The girls laughed enjoytngly. and even
Mrs. Davis, who had been afraid of head
ache, felt inspired with the eXhilarating at
mosphere and proposed a ramble along the
wooded lanes.
But their host and hostess had laun CHI
ride aud drive in view, and as the day was
perfect the programme would probably
have gone through but for unforeseen cir
cum stances.
Guided by pretty little Miss Bessie, the
four-year-Old daughter of the host and
hostess, the company speedily found them
selves in the parlors and committed to the
enjoyment of an impTomptu entertainment.
MIR. COwles had brought his famous fiddle,
Mrs. Macdonald played some thrilling
waltZes on the piano and Miss Josephine
Bartlett struck the light guitar.
So OF course there was dancing.
And then Mrs. Davis volunteered her
lovely "Genevieve" song, Mr.. Cowles gave
Annie Laurie" in his inimitable style, and
Miss Walzinger sang Last Night the
Nightingale Woke Me,' with perfect finish.
Everybody was entranced. and when the
champagne had made its last round and
Mrs. Davis aud Mr.. Perry had vainly en-
deavOred to astonish Mr.. Cowles with their
alacrty as Hebe and Ganymede respectively
1t v as too late for launch, and Mrs. Davis
former motion for ramble prevailed
So "over the hills and far away" spread
the artistic residences of Peter Dean, c. S.
Holmes, George a. Pope, Mrs. Volney
Spalding, Thomas V. O'Brien. Dr. Dunbar.
Fulton G. Berry, Mrs. Fl. n. Cook, A.
Gerberding, j. 7. LIE Count, Mrs. Ella e.
Bunker, \. 5. Moore, j. G. Fuzenot, E. A.
Rix. Mr.. Wright and scores of others who
have chosen this sheltered promontory
with its fogless expause of view. A pretty
modern residence in the form of = "Iog
cabin" was particularly admired by the
ladies'.
Then. with their hands laden with wild
flowers and their cheeks glowing with exer-
else, the crowd reasSem bled at the hos
pitable Morgan residence in time to take
the four-in-hand, which, by new route
beset by beauties of landscape and sea
scape," enabled them to catch the last boat
to town again.
When retire I'm coming to live here"
said Cowles.
Il thought You were afraid of the wind,
Cowles," jOked Macdonald.
The wind doesn't exist 1t Is non est.
In fact" concluded Cowles, the punster,
1T is an honest fact that the wind doesn't
blow at Belyedere."
The children of song are generally
children OF the sun also, so the Joyous party
laughed appaudingly. as they agreed these
were the 'sunniest shores in the world. -
And so they embarked, taking with them
dainty souvenir greeting cards, which will
help to preserve the memory of one of the
pleasantest incidents of their trip to tue
Golden State.