The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-12-01
TURKEY GALORE
At Public and Private
Institutions.
GOOD FARE ON THE DOCKS.
Inmates of Hospitals and Prisons
Treated WeIl-IncidentS of a -
Cheerful Day.

Thanksgiving day was observed with
due respect by the denizens OF the water
front Not place Of business was
opened nor stevedofe at work among the
shipping. Not even the casual crank,
who generally makes the wharves his
headquarters on Sunday, disturbed the
peace that reigned on the city docks with
his loud demonstrations against mankind
in general and the monopoles in par
ticuIar. All the old-time water-fronters
were thankful because they. have sur
vived the hard times and think they see a
cloud with silver lining floating over the
present period of slack business. Most
everybody had eaten of turkey or in
tended to gorge himself. although there
were those who declared that they were
getting more than their fair allowance Of
feathers. Be it known, however, that this
latter class were not numerous and their
numbers were the rank and file OF the
work -shirkerS.
To be sure the inhabitants of marshy
smells and marshier streets do not enjoy
the same species of turkey which usually
graces the festive board of the uptown
table d'bote or private dining-room.
Thank sgiving turkey as served In a
waterfront restaurant is lacking In many
essential qualities which 60 to make up a
of birds. But the whaleI, the sealer, the
stevedore and the able seaman have had
their appetites educated in The school of the
forecastle, and nothing short of a. seagull
prevents their enjoying an alleged turkey
dinner when written guarantee is given
in the shape of bill of fare. To the up-
sophisticated farmer, the esthetlc bank
clerk or the dainty dry-goods clerk with a
small purse and distended ambition the
waterfront restaurant on a Thanksgiving
day is filled with many and unlocked for
horrors
Jack may be sitting at an adjacent table
turning over a drumstick as if he was
handling belaylng-pln, or ordering up q
pint Of grog in a manner which would be
wholly unbecOming in man who is used
to calling for champagne and cracked Ice
interlarded with NJ Oldest but pressing re-
quest for the services of a convenient
slriDged band. The water-fronter eats
turkey TO the music of milling cable-cars
and the discOrdant strains OF an accordion
in neighboring saloon. He enjoys his
meal with relish which any epicure
might envy. He affords a striking exam
pie of the advantages OF education of a
stomachic nature. The uptown man doesn't
eat turkey on the water front. He. with
few exceptions, orders duck. He labOrs
under the i'm pression that a duck comes
nearer being fit food for the bilgewater
district than a turkey. He seats himself
IN bashful way close beside the coffee
boiler aud waits patiently for waiter.
He orders, gels his duck and prays fer
venty TO be in better luck the coming
year so that he may never again be forced
to masticate the fosSiliZed remains of a
webfooted winged creature.
He eats, he confemplates. and inv ardly
wonders whether Home, Sweet Home"
was not written by the prodigal son on
Thanksgiving day.
He is silent, but his jaws work convul-
sively until there comes from his direction
a gritting SQUAD like Democrat trying to
digest Cleveland's policy. He is no longer
silent. but rises in his wrath and demands
an explanation.
Waiter" he saws fervently, where did
you get that fowl? Haven't you got a
canvasback or a mallard that wasn't shot
with Calling gun There are more buck
shot in that bird than there were in the
Jumping Frog of CaIaveras.'" He then
asks for a check aud departs.
Deepwater Jack 1T an adjoining table
only smiles and orders more turkey.
After all, he murmurs 81 am thankful
10 providence that Pm not that fellow. l
haven't been raised to be particular about
food and I'm truthfully grateful"