The morning call., 1895-03-04
GOOD-BY TO GAIE4Y GIRLS.
THEY HAVE PLAYED THEIR LAST
IN SAN FRANCISCO AND
ARE GOING.
YOUNG ENGLAND PRATTLES OF OUR
LADIES, FOG-BELLs, JINKs
AND FLOWERS.

AND I LOW ERS.
AS the big red curtain came silently
down on the last act of ''The Gaiety Girln
at the Baldwin last night, and the Tommy
Atkinses and high kickers were shut out
from view in San Francisco forever more,
a little man in blue coat adorned with
brass buttons and a slouch hat resting on
the back of his head, sauntered on the
stage and took position up the center.
From the halo of Importance which sur
rounded his being and the style of his
opening remarks, it was evident to the
commonest outsider that he was a Gus
toms inspector, but to the 'Gaiety Girl''
he was a new thing. He was there to in
spect the "Gaiety'' wardrobes preparatory
to their being shipped to the steamers
which will carry the troupe to the Anti
podes, and he started in on his work with
the assurance of a veteran in the art
The Tommy Atkinses and high-kickers
and Marcus Mayer, who can be seen in a
different suit of clothes every night with
out extra price, stood around and watched
him, and wondered how he could go
through so many trunks in such order. 1t
was an undertaking new to the Britisher
What do you hnd most interesting in
San Francisco?" said the wardrobe ferret
to Harry Monkhouse, as he stirred up a
box of hats which had cost the comedian
two-pun' ten in Piecadilly.
''Why, the ladies, OF course" replied the
six-footed hummer, "the ladies, of
course. Never in me life ave I seen
so many pretty women in one day
as L have seen in San Fra acisco. I've
been on the cabe-trains, seen the bloomin'
seals and drank the bleedin wine, but
nothing could take me away from the
ladies. They are like roses in the summer,
and 1t seems to be summer all the time
here. Pm going away, but I'm coming
back some day just to get glimpse of
kearny street on an afternoon. Saw lust
look out for me evening suit, old chap.
There's nothing in it,"
And the comedian went to rescue his
nobby clothes, which had been strewn on
the stage floor in the ferrets mad pursuit
for opium or some other outlandish thing
which a gaiety actor would not think of
smuggling even to Red Shirt Canyon.
"Oh, like the ferry-boats best" broke
in little Miss Decima Moore 81 think
they're just Jolly. And that little island
like to ride back and forth in them when
its foggy and hear the big bell ring. 1t re-
minds me so much of dear old Lunnon,
where we have such nice fogs, you know.
| "lf Australia is anything like this place
it will be awfully Jolly and she ran off to
|
the inspector had ruthlessly dropped into
Mr.. Bantock' s "glastun.''
''Give me the clubs, " said Fred Hays, the
clustering major. 'They are the iolliest
things out here. Those tides-no iinks you
call them-high and low-are worth all the
trouble 1t took to get here. l don't see
when the chaps here get time to sleep-but
the clubs and the jinks, I'll never forget
| them"
| Then W. Louis Bradfeld. who MARBLES
about the naughty cafes chantants in Paris,
wrestled with the inspector to keep his
pea-green tights intact and said that he
thought San Francisco was remarkable
for saloons more than anything else
"They glitter like palaces remarked
the young man, ''and they keep mineral
water on tap and give you strawberries
and cherries in your toddy, and keep you
posted on the races, and give you lunch
cons that save you from standing the din
| ner. Then they're full of funny little
nickle- -in-tha-slot affairs where you can
get a dozen brandies for bob %
"Ah! the flowers. The roses, the vio-
lets, the lilies, and the posies,' said
Maud Hobson. 81 could live in San Fran
cisco forever Just to be with the flowers.
! flowers, and in March, too. Think of
| that"
| And just as the inspector was getting
down to his last batch of boxes and "Glad-
| stones" Mr.. Cecil Hope appeared and
made many handshakes with some of his
comrades.
'Isn't this great place for weather."
he said. I'm sorry we're going TO leave
1t. I've never been away from 'ome before
| and never saw anything but snow and blus-
term breezes at this time of the wear
This weather is wonderful. It's marvel
GUS"
''And 1 like the way the ladies dress"
added Miss Madge Rossell, the nimble
dancer, whose life has been spent in the
provinces of England. ''They take the
prize in San Francisco for dressing. Such
taste and style and originality I've never
seen. And know they're clever because
they like my dahance."
"But give me the canvas-back duck"
said Florence Lloyd. 81 will say that this
is the greatest place in the world for can
vas-back duck-and violets, too; yes, vio-
lets, too. :"
'.Hit's the bloomin' trolly trans that
take me heye out ere,' was the favorite
remark of Arthur Hope ..The trolly trans
that go by electricity. tell ye they take
me heye."
Mr.. Bantock was just about to assure the
company that San Francisco could boast
of its theaters in preference to ANYTHING
else and Miss Massy was trying to say
something In favor of the dudes when the
inspector stirred up the contents of the
last trunk and the stage hands began to
dim the lights.
There were a few hurried "good -bys,"
some remarks about the 'bold ways of
bloomin' custom 'ouse hotficers," a kiss
here and there and the butterfly gaiety
girls and their gallant male mummers
said sad farewell" to the Baldwin stage
to dream over the features of trip to
Australia.
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