The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-07-05

! pretty display. Then came the members
of Garfield Post, fifty old soldiers, ]. w.
Melstead commander; George G. Meade
Post, w. Moore, senior vice-commander,
with members of Colonel Cass Post, fifty
men all told, and Liberty Post, fifty men,
Senior Vice-Commander Brooman.
The red plumes of Captain J. B. Lauck's
Veteran Guard of California, forty strong,
were soon nodding in the now crowded
square, Newbergs band setting the feet of
| all going 'hay-foot. strawfoot," while
away in the rear the Independent band
! lar air as Mayor Sutro, seated in
beautifully befowered carnage was
driven past. Following his Honor came
the carriages containing Miss Susan B.
Anthony, Miss Shaw and Mrs. Cooper,
the president of the executive committee,
and the orator of the day.
The gallant fremen greeted the Mayor
and the ladies, as did the old soldier boys,
and there was continued ovation to-them
up the line, Miss Anthony and Miss Shaw
nodding right and left in delight, and the
beautiful veronicas on the Mayors car
riage turning deeper tinge in their Joy.
There was rushing to and fro, a yelling
OF commands, the lines Strengthened out in
proper form, and the sky turned grayer as
the last company of. the second division
passed Davis street on its way to the re-
viewing stand. Marshal Stevens gave the
command to march, his aids repeated it,
the bands struck up and the third division
wheeled bravely in to swell the long col
umn of the greatest Fourth of July parade
ever seen In San Francisco.
All along the route, through the crowded
streets of the City, over the cobbles the
asphalt and the car tracks, until ranks
were broken. the third division came in for
its full share of the applause from the
thousands and thousands of spectators.
Thn A ,ol,
lines and lines of fiuttering handkerchiefs.
the emblems of good will and peace, and
the old boys who ran with the ''masheen'
were applauded to the echo as they fooled
their diminutive. engine, brought away
hearts of the old veterans of war and fire,
and they nodded and blushed to the walls
of happy faces on either side of them.
Mayor Sutros smile had become set
from frequent repetition along the route
when he reached the reviewing stand, and
his neck had a perceptible bend in it from
repeated bowings to the people of San
Francisco, who elected him. Miss Susan
B. Anthony and the Rev. Miss Anna Shaw
were recognized and cheered as they
passed and were kept busy nodding all
the way.
Not hitch occurred in the movement
of this division, and it showed up at the
end of the march in fine condition.
Colonel William A. Deane, the marshal
of the fourth division, in a red sash on
mettled charger. sat silently and alone at
$3.50 o'clock on the corneri of Beale and
Market streets, awaiting the gathering of
the forces he was to lead. The pretty
girls who had come over from Oakland
and Alameda and Berkeley to see the big
parade smiled sweetly on the deputy, and
the candy peddler on the opposite corner
threw gumdrop or two at his martial
figure.
But he sat unmoved, ehaing not, fear
ing not, for we'll he knew that he was to
ride at the head of one of the SWEETEST,
most highly colored, most gorgeously set
divisions in the big procession, and he was
content within himself at the idea.
1t was after 10 O'Clock that the first blaze
of color made vivid background for the
red-sashed figure of the marshal on horse
back, the great float of the Columbia
Theater turning in from Mission street to
take its stand half way in the block. 1t
1.-THE stage" 1t was highly
decorated with the National colors in bunt-
ing and flowers and flying ribbons, and
seated upon it were seven beautiful young
ladies, paraphrasing Shakespeare's seven
ages of man in that it was all women. 1t
was beautiful-the float, so were they-the
women, and the heart of the redsashed
marshal bumped harder against the war
like wishbone.
There was more color the next moment,
and music and movement, when the Veter-
an Firemen, red-shirted and mostly gray
haired. marched past the marshal to take
up their places. There were over 100 of
them, with Senator Jerry Mahoney as the
foreman, and they drew behind them their
beautifully decorated engine By the side
of her father marched the pet of the old
firemen, little Marie Mahoney, who looked
very pretty and very chic in her ffreman's
hat and natty red shirt.
The City and County officials turned out
in force in carriages, after toothpicks and
artesian water at the Palace, the tall figure
of County Clerk Curry looming above them
all. The breezes from the bay toyed fit
fully with the whiskers of Judge Campbell,
who sat in a carriage just abaft the beam