The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-08

fancy l see her sitting by the roadside
picture of despair, without even a hand
&erchief in her boomer pocket to catch
the falling tears.
So many object to the bicycle because
1t takes the young men and women away
from Sunday services.
Do you know | believe a week spent
bending over desk or standing behind a
counter in rooms not even well ventilated
is enough TO rack the nervous system Of
the strongest man, to say nothing of his
weak sister who tolls quite as hard for
half the money, and surely after all the
toll and WEAKNESS going for q Sunday
morning spin can be no sin. Are we not
nearer heaven when we are out breathing
Gods air and letting his sunshine into
our hearts than when we sit within
cathedrals grand in an atmosphere that is
sitting listening to sermons which do not
even interest US and wishing ourselves
miles away2
There can be no hypocrisy in a true
Christians heart, and we are hypocrites
when we attend church because 'twould
cause comment were we to spend our Sun
days elsewhere.
In We olden time the Word was ex-
pounded by earnest men meath spreading
trees, and every sentence was eagerly alb
sorbed by the listeners.
Now polished man stands in a polished
pulpit; we sit in cushioned pews and listen
until we go home believing We are not
such a bad lot after all, smiling self
satisfied little smile and patt1ng ourselves
upon our honored pates.
What mocke-y it isl Better a day in
the country reading sermon IN every
flower that blows than YEARLY listening to
thirdlys and fourthlys and returning to
our homes refreshed in neither body MOI
soul.
Recently while sauntering down First
street dashing chemical blonde whiZzed
by in rational costume. Her suit was black,
with red leather facings, her cap made
entirely of the brilliant stuff, and heI
dainty feet encased in shoes of the same
hue She attracted attention; she wanted
to, and so the darling wish of her heart
was granted, but the street gamin was
there, and, with ieering laugh, he
shouted, "Ah, Charlie, get on to de bloom
1'Shut up,' said Charlie. "De boomers
is ali right: it's de girl" And never have
| found better solution to the problem.
1t all depends upon the woman wearing
the costume.
Queer, is it not. that our society bellies
think nothing of appearing upon the beach
in costumes equal to those of ballet girl
living under sun umbrellas; digging holes
in the sand with their dear little toes and
never going near the water, and yet they
will give you scornful little glance and a
shrug of the shoulders if you dare to men
ton those vulgar things-bloomers. They
will freely exhibit at any swell reception
beautiful shoulders and arms SANDY, and win not
nnon the beauty of their forms, but they
viii scream, the dear things, if you pro.
pose having them appear in public, well
covered from the public gaze, astrlde bi'
cycle.
but we are thinking of comfort now not
natural. She is going to prove herself
something besides walking advertisement
for the most fashionable tailor and the best
ssbeauty doctor" and therefore is not going
to wear skirts when boomers are proper.
This week / present picture of Miss
Brosius, who made century in eight
hours as mentioned in last Saturday 5
issue.
These moonlight nights turn ones mind
to the romantic age of Romeo and Juliet.
but I think were Juliet living TODAY
Romeo would forsake the silken ladder and
get wheel. ''THE GIRL"