The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-08-24

! Burgundy, and the green-the long, long
green that makes the glare of the card
table endurable to the eyes.
They were all started on the fifth annual
outing of the Country Club. which really
| begins to-day. and they overlooked the
| Hotel del Monte and jammed the Carmelo,
which had been secured for their accom-
! mediation. They were all sizes and no
ages. the girls. you know. and magnifi-
| Gently fetching. Even the crusty old
widowers admitted IL and some of the
crusty bachelors will only remain so Tor
| obvious reasons. They were willing
enough. poor wretches. but they were not
in it with The athletic young bloods who
ride. They were numerically turned
down a they have been. year after year,
and yet people wonder why they fout con-
lugal love and Stay doves.
They didn't have the doves with them.
No, indeed; they have them safely cooped
near the hotel, all helpless and dazed, so
they can kill them easily with their unerr-
ing shotguns Saturday. To-day they must
witness the triumphs Of the athletic young
bloods who ride. There are Just fifteen of
these, and they are: ii. r. Simpkins. r.
81. Sprague, Harry Dimond, j. Dowuey
AdAfOJf " MdIIius w - HOBART. IL,
NJ. TobiD, A. E. Garnett, II. II. Hinshaw
j. ii. P. Howard. j. B. Lincoln, r, II.
SDrague, j. Talbot Clifton ana Eustace
Barron. They are pale and drawn at
present. as young bloods who wish to
jockey must be, and they will ride for life
and death, the smiles of beauty and the
club cups on the course this afternoon.
Only five OF them can win, as there are
only that many races. Maybe just one of
them may cap the entire honors. He is
w. S. Hobart, and there are any number
who say he is out to fool the crowd and
win all the races. At any rate he is the
only one of the fifteen young bloods in
every race, and he must have designs. for
hasn't he been plunging pretty heavily In
horsefiesh lately, snd pretty good stock at
that. 1t is well that they have their ewes
on him. He is after something. No man
ever rode horse named Hot Cake out of
Wheatley who wasn't after the prize
Then Saturday the old fellows, the con :
| firmed bachelors and the crusty old wild
overs. who have that beautiful sunset
tinge on their noses and the suggestion of
drifted snow in their locks, will shoot.
| They will get even on the whole world
and the doves that are in 1t, and gloat In
| ghoulish glee at the havoc they make in
the ornithological world. They have been
cruelty wronged, the poor. dear old
wretches, but it is just little bit sad thai
they should seek revenge on the harmless
dove.
Which all goes to show that things are
howlingly swell at the Hotel del Monte.
Even the dried apple on last years
Christmas trees have taken on the bal
loon-like proportions of Eastern resor,
hotel bills. But everybody is happy and
gay. There are drag.. and four-in-hands
and swagger brakes; there are spider.
legged dudes and athletic young bloods
there is color. and movement, and music,
and observance of the dramatic writers
enough to make the fortune of even such
hard-luck impresario as Imre Klralfy
| There is beauty-manly, feminine, equine
| What more could anybody want? De-
Monte Is en- fete, everything is en- reggie
en- flute, en- foule. To further quote the
French of the back of the dictionary and
to the south of tar fiat. it is, also, de rigger
| That ought to stamp even the fifth outing
| of the Country Club a success.