The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-30

literature shifted to their ages; they are
provided with juvenile games-donations
from the children of the rich who have
tired of them; they have a gymnasium,
once week concert is got up for their
benefit; then they are treated to lectures,
and those who want moral instruction re-
ceive it in the chapel.
While this home, by reason of its con-
structlon, Is not exactly adapted to the
purpose for which it was established, il
answers good purpose; that is, it keeps a
great many boys off the streets at night
and Is a place in which they can enjoy
themselves.
The little ones who accept what is offered
them at this home are a mixed lot, and by
their department one can determine the
character of training they receive in their
own homes.
"Yes, sir" said Rudolph Stall, the super
intendent of the home, few evenings
since, 1--WE have all kinds here; some OF
the boys are good and remarkably well
behaved, but there are some who are wild,
and it ="
Before he could finish what he wanted
to say there came from one of the rooms
adjoining the one in which he was howl
of pain and the sounds of a scuffie 4
moment thereafter there came rushing up
little tot with hair innocent Of comb
ing, vestless, and wearing single sus-
pender TO prevent his little knickerhockers
from falling below his hips, who, in a
piping voice, called out, 'Dey's a-fghtin'
dey is, Mr.. STALL"
"Who is it?" asked the superintendent.
"Tehama-street Bill an Chimmie Fadden
No. ~ answered the owner of the piping
voice.
Bring them here" was the order of the
superintendent, land FL see what it's all
about
Some of the larger boys who were within
hearing scampered away and soon returned
with the juvenile culprits in charge, fol-
lowed by all the youngsters in the place,
each wearing on his face an anxious look
anxiety growing out of curiosity to learn
the doom of the offenders.
Been fghtingP" asked the superinten-
dent, addressing both at the same time.
Tehama-street Bill is dark-skinned boy
OF 9, with hair cut with pair of clippers,
which saves the trouble of a daily comb ing 9
and prevents the other fellow from getting
hair grip in fight. He has bullet
shaped head that any prize-fghter would
be proud TO own; he was wearing coat
that would fit boy twice his age, and a
pair OF pantaloons, the bottom rolled up to
make them short enough to fit his legs.
Chimmie Fadden No. is ight-haired
specimen of the human family about the
same age as his opponent. He wore a
jacket of faded gray that had airholes at
the elbows, fringe at the end of the sleeves
and was fastened with solitary brass but
ton midway between where the top and
the bottom button ought to be.
As the superintendent spoke to them
each looked up. and displayed face
marked with color produced by an accu-
mutation of dust in streaks and patches.
"He begun it," said Bill, as he drew his
right sleeve across his forehead and spread
the real estate he carried there
mot if my dads boy knows it." said
Chimmie No. 2 as soon as Bill ceased
speaking.
"Youse de one as chucked me in de back
OF de neck an don't flow any chump
like you to chuck me, I'm givin' you a
pointer. He can't tell de trute, if you hear
my dads boy a-tellin' you"
You're anoder." retorted Bill, and the
pair glared at each other as if rallying for
another go.
''That1l do" said the superintendent,
"and as you two can't behave I'll punish
you. You can't go into the gymnasium
for week, and I mean it.
That don't sour no milk" saucily said
Chimmie No. 2. II kin have all the gimmy
wants On de street."
whats that you sayP" asked the super
intendent.
You can't stop me shinnin' de lamp
post, and you can't stop me standin' on
me head, If wants to. Shut me out der
g!mmyP Come of; dat kind o. CUFF don't
In the meantime Bill stood in a corner
scowling at Chimmie, and wiping his nose
With his sleeves, first with the right then
18th the left.
For minute the superintendent seemed
st loss to know what to do with the two