The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1895-02-20
He WILL Go TO NEW YORK To
PUBLISH HIS FAMOUS
DIARY.
SOCIETY CAN NOW BREATHE,
THE FRUIT DUPE WANTS
THE LATE WARD INGALLS,
TER's SHOES.

ChambllSS has gone. He has departed
for the City of Gotham, as he expects to
find more solace in the frigidity of New
York than in the glorious weather of San
Francisco.
Chambliss spent the day yesterday in
going about in the manner of the stage
Hawkshaw, whispering mysteriously to
his few friends that at P. NJ. he would
steal away, and that he would never re-
turn, unless it would be when he could do
so with the aha, ha," of a melo-drama
villain and pile of his printed books under
his arm. Then he would, in vindictive
glee, be ready to live once more in the same
air with Ned Greenway, the society people
and the ''fruit-pickers."
He made all his confidants promise that
his departure would not be made public
until he had started. He desired that all
the newspapers should then be notified,
and intimated he would not care if they
telegraphed to Sacramento so that their
correspondents could interview him on the
train.
To his friends he said he was sorry at
heart over the loss of his pictures of society
people, but remarked that he hoped he
would be able to replace them when he
. got TO New York. His intention in going
to New York, he announced, was for the
purpose of Finding an honest publisher
with enough of American love of freedom
and liberty in him to dare to publish my
book, 'Chambliss' Diary, or Society as 1
Have Found It. "
This is the story Chambliss told, and as
Chambliss is we'll known nobody believes
it is the literal truth. The rest of Cham
bliss name is William H., but in his noto-
riety with the public he is known as sim
pie Chambliss. 1t is believed that Cham
bliss and his threatened book are things of
the past Is far as this golden shore is con-
cerned and the society people may begin
to breathe freely. 1t is well known that
the financial backing of the foiled author
is his uncle, Captain Robert J. Searle of
the Pacific Mail Company and that Cap
tain Searle, who is a very sensitive man,
has been greatly annoyed at the publicity
which has been brought upon him.
1t is further fact that Chambliss' car
toons and lampoons were used to ridicule
stockholders of the Pacific Mail Company,
the employer of his wealthy uncle There
fore unkind rumor has it that Uncle Searle
sent his silly nephew, Chambliss, to New
York to get rid of him, threatening to cut
off his allowance if he did not go there,
and. cease to make himself the butt of every
newspaper man.
Thus hath the glory of the Chambliss de-
parted. His rise was like that of a mush-
room, and his fall like that of pricked
balloon. Chambliss had sailed the seas as a
third mate, had lived at the Palace Hotel,
and had been the nephew of the Commo-
dore of the Pacific Mail Company's feet.
still he had never achieved fame
The phenomenal career of him who
would be a society leader started in Oak
land
Chambliss spun the yarn that he had
been shot some years before and that the
bullet had remained In his body. He had
come to an Oakland doctor for treatment.
and to his surprise the surgeon cut out of
his left leg the one which had entered his
right leg some years before. The story
was big enough one as it was but it be-
came enlarged and word was sent to the
Palace Hotel that a guest of that caravan
sary had been shot in Oakland. The Oak
land Morgue, the Receiving Hospital and
all sorts of places were searched by repre-
sentatives of the Palace Hotel, but no trace
VI bbO NOuuhtQ man COulQ be found.
Finally Chambliss walked into the Palace
Hotel and said he was the man referred to
in the story.
The next morning Chambliss awoke and
thought he found himself lannon's. His
name had appeared in print He deter
mined to depose Ned Greenway. His all
lowance at that time was limited, SO he
consented to become tradesman.
While lying abed looking at the ceiling
and picturing out his course he evolved
the scheme to place advertising signs on
the ceilings of barber-shops, where the
victims of the man of the razor would be
compelled to gaze for some minutes every
day or so.
He fell victim of the 'Fruit Pickers."
and was again written up for columns of
free advertising. This made him no.
torlous, and he never learned the differ
ence between notorious and noted.
He therefore lost no time in starting an
opposition to the Cotillion Club. which
was led by Ned Greenway, and the Monday
Night Club sprang into existence Then
he was society leader in truth and the
cream OF his heart had become a reality.
he cared nothing for the charge that he
wore cotton gloves. He was getting more
space devoted to him in daily and weekly
publications than any other man in town.
Finally the bubble burst. The Monday
Night Club broke up, society turned its
cold back on him. Chinese dogs. with
lawsuits attached, were thrown at him. and
he determined to write book. He would
ridicule those who spurned him and gain
his revenge or force the hard-hearted So
ciety people to accept him as one of their
own kind. His tribulations in getting ont
bis book have all been made public. He
told his friends yesterday that he had
spent $1,000 on Shylock printers and law
yers in this city, and that he was going
where the people were more honest.
But Chambliss hid the secret in his
heart. He breathed to one friend that his
real object in going to New York was to
step into the shoes of the late Ward Nc
Allister.