The morning call., 1894-12-03

Of snobbery, the Burlingsme Club. They
can use it cross country on the trail of
anise seed bags. maybe.
And what awful snobs did come up
from Buringame-most of them. And
what an apologize lot of jumpers they set
at the fences. The poor animals hadn't
gumption enough to scale the Burlingame
accent-and that's low enough.
They're gone now. Once more have
they retired TO the classic shades of San
Mateo, misit dog, apologize horses,
Colnm biaphobis. baggy brooches and all.
Nobody misses them, not even the blush
ing buds Of San Francisco who graced the
horse show. They're gone. and in their
places stalwart, manly figures will paw
tribute to the reassembled beauty of Cali
fornia. They won't wear baggy breeches
to keep the nolice from arresting them for
VagrancY. Their means of support are
not built that way. Thev wear the blue
Of the standing army of Uncle Sam and
they feed misht dog to the Brules.
Which means that the horse show, W hich
was possibly responsible for the puppies
and the misfit dog, has been succeeded by
grand military spectacle. The tan
Darked arena is TO be transformed nightly
into q modern field of Ashby. where the
warriors may tilt for the smiles of fair
WIN TIC love aOu glory.
1t is to be the grandest affair of the kind
ever given in the United States, and is to
be known as the Grand Military Assault
alarms" The participants are all men,
hers OF the Regular Army and Navy
Union, and the proceeds are TO go toward
the erection Of a monument at the Preside
TO the memory of the soldiers and sailors
who have died in the service of the United
States. All of the participants are nom
commissioned officers and privates of the
Fourth Cavalry and Fifth Artillery, now
stationed in this department.
For the past two months they have been
reheRrsing daily at the Preside, and are
now ready to astonish the San Francisco
public with their proficiency. Some fore
taste of this grand military tournament
was had by those who witnessed the half
hours performance of a few of the sol-
diers at the horse show last Friday night.
And how nightly the crowd was pleased
with what it saw there. 1t was more than
pleased-it went wild. Could it have seen
the dress rehearsal at Mechanics Pavilion
last night 1t would have gone wilder.
With the Fifth Artillery band crashing
out the most marchy of music the troopers
fairly dashed through their programme.
When the people see it this evening and
every other evening OF the week. with the
big crowds, the military environment, the
trappings and the plumes, the clankiug
Babers and tho discharge of musketry,
they VIII RAISE the roof with their shout
tngs of approval. They really can't help
it,.
1t is full OF blood and thunder. But the
blood is only aniline and the thunder a.
clever imitation. Dead Sioux toppls over
In their tracks at the vigorous charges of
the Seventh at battle of Wounded Knee !:
live Iniuns lit the scalps OF helpless SOL
dlers; pistols spit death, muskets pour
leaden showers, sabers cut Clearly through
unresisting flesh.
But don't faint, ladies; they oplv make
believe they do. 1t is merely the acme of
realism, with blank cartridges, few wigs
and whole lot of chorus and red paint as
accessories. IT'S a corker. though, while
it lasts. No Burlingame dudery OF snob-
berry or priggery about the cavalry and
artillery. Not bit of 1t. There's q slap