The morning call., 1894-06-03

! to New York more than ten years ago
and as life-insurance statisticians give a
generation but thirty years, and Mr.. Ma
guire had been an absentee for more than
third of thai time, he illustrated the
Catskill sleeper's remark when he came
down from the mountains after his long
| nap; he is soon forgotten" excepting by
q few Old-tlmers whose memory is as
tenacious as their lives and whose poverty
has increased with both.
The "testim onia" mainly served the
purpose of awakening recollections of
Manager "Tom"-named in the heyday of
his fortunes and his fame the dramatic
Napoleon of the Pacific Coast. He was
also remembered as the Mrs. Partingon,
or to be more consistent in the matter of
sex. as the John Stetson OF this end of the
United States. and his many faux pas in
a verbal way went the rounds of the clubs,
or rather the salo0ns-there were no clubs.
properly speaking, in Maguire's palmy
days, and were told and retsld TO the infinite
delight of every fresh listener. / do not
doubt but many of those verbal aberra-
lions were manufactured and toisted on
the veteran manager in the same way that
1t used to be the fashion when Lincoln
was in the Presidential chair to father on
that great and good man all the risQue an
ecdotes that we're afloat.
LIDO not know anything about Masuire's
and his enemies used to spin many yarns
relative TO his experiences in that city,
By his own confession he used to drive a
hack in the great metropolis. A little in
cldent brought this out one day. 1t was
early in the SOS. He was in the Mont
gomery bathrooms or some other tonsoriaI
esta blishment at the time, sitting, swathed
in towels, for the purpose of having his
ambrosial cnrlS restored to that raven hue
which envious nature insisted on bianch-
ing. Enter two hackmen. Seeing Mr..
Mcguire in the hands of the artist one of
the visitors called out:
"Aello, Tom!'
Mcguire turned his head in the direction
of the speaker deliberately, as the towels
prevented quick motion, and fastened his
eyes on him.
speaking TO meY
of course. I'm speaking to you: You
mustn't put on any airs with me. knew
you in New York when you drove hack,
and you only had one horse. too."
Mcguire, without answering, slowly re-
gained his former position In the chair
and when he had once more settled him
self under the operators hands said,
quietly, but emphatically:
That's a fact, by -"
it was like a bit out of French play
so quiet was II and at the same time SO
intense
Mcguire came to this city in 1880. and
DeIOTe u6 euBhkcu III regular JQeater man.
agement was prominent figure in the
swim of rapid life of those times. the ira
ditions of whch have come down 10 the
present. Some of the griZZed heads that
remember Them sigh at the recollection,
and even go so far as 10 call that period of
daysw In Septembe 1850, the orig
inal Jenny Lind was opened over
Maguire's Parker House saloon. Kearnv
street, near Washington. James Stark
and Mss. Kirby played there. The
Jenny Lind was destroyed By fire in
1857, and Maguire then constructed
the large stone building-kDown in late
years as the 'old City HalT-opposite The
plaza on Ksarny street, and opened it Oc-
tober 4, 1851. The San Francisco Hail
was erected on the south side of Wash
ington street, above and near Montgomery,
early in 1858. 1t was afterward known as
Maguire's Opera-house, and at one time
was conducted by Mrs. Catherine Sinclair.
Forests divorced wife. Subsequently he
built the Academy of Music, Pine street,
north side, between Montgomery and San
some, at a cost of $4,000. Hulng Majors
was his architect. but he was much op-
posed TO the project, as was Magure's first
wife. Said Majors to him one day:
"Maguire, have you thought closely on
the step you are taking In building this
theater?"
why do you ask that question: Have
you lot Eli tue iucD, moH6S duQ material
you need? What l require of you is good
work and in as short space of time as
possible"
"Ah, we'll; that's all right. asked Won
the question because the time will come.
In my opinion. anu shortly, too, after YOU
have finished the building when you will
be sorry you laid one stone upon another"
Mcguire must have felt in his secret soul
that Majors words were prophetic There
was glare in those nondescript eyes of
nis-no one could tell their color-as he
looked at the PLAINS spoken architect. and
with an extra tug at bis mustache he
walked away up the street. twas pretty
theater; but, as Majors predicted, it soon
passed out of his hands, and was converted
also the Alhambra (now the Bnsh-streeD