The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-06-15

are in one of the largest parlors of the
Southern.
One hundred delegates and members OF
the Mckinley Club of Canton, Ohio, came
in this afternoon and occupied the Ohio
headquarters on the ground floor. The
spacious Hobbies are almost impossible
and in the hubbub of talk and fare of
bands on the outside it is difficult to make
oneself heard.
The finest, most dignifed and stylish
looking body of men that arrived to-day
is the Union League Club of Philadelphia.
The uniform is of black cloth, the coat be-
ing of cutaway pattern in the correct style,
the hat being gray plug that imparts a
sporty air to the wearers. Young and
old they are all good looking and all with
with The darlingest mustaches you ever
saw, curled up at the ends in quite
rakish way.
They bear their walking sticks at carry
arms, and the eyes of every man jack of
them, instead of being front, are cooked
up at the sixth and eighth stories of the
Planters Hotel ogling the pretty girls
from New York and Massachusetts, who
are waving handkerchiefs and fans out OF
the windows and waiting kisses and smiles
at the gay boys from the Quaker City.
They are handsome, stylish lot of fell
lows, with no slim waists among them,
each member of the club possessing cor
poration that would fit we'll upon col
lector of the port, mint superintendent
or the postmaster of big city. Several
venerable ladies and grave gentlemen from
the staid and sober old town of st. Joseph,
Mo-, were shocked on beholding such
levity issuing from the Quaker City.
And right were they to be shocked and
scandalized on the Christian Sabbath by
the giddy bearing of the league men,
some of whom wear white mustaches
and are old enough to be fathers OF faml-
lies. But the wicked men didn't seem to
care, because they are away from home
and their wives cannot see them smiling
at the girls, some of whom are probably
away from home, too.
| There is not bearded man in the
crowd, and this absence of whiskers and
uniformity of mustaches gives the 800
clubmen quite military air. Thousands
of people f1ocKed out of the dingy sky
scrapers to look at these beautiful, fat
stomached, corp-fed men. They made
noise enough to be heard for mile with
the big drum corps and buglers preceding
|
sion.
| When they arrived at the entrance to
the Planters Hotel the dandy drum-major
made a feint at the people on the side
walk as though he were going to throw
his assegai at them, and the crowd accord
| ingly opened up and let the ferocious
drum-major and the giddy boys from
Philadelphia enter the aristocratic cara
vansary.
They are all Quay men, and at the head
of the first landing on the broad staircase
| his full name in letters two feet long,
formed of incandescent lights, blazed a
warm welcome. The band halted in the
middle of the lobby and played "Amer-
ica," Hail Columbia" and the "Star-
! Spangled Banner" with the whole
strength of its lungs, and made such a
din that the reformed Kentucky colonel
and the Massachusetts, major who were
treating their headaches with bromo-
seltzer in the eighth story turned over in
bed and cursed the Quaker City, its OK
and its mule, its Union League, its brass
band and all else that belonged to 1T.
Even good-natured General Ben Hur Wal
lace, in the midst OF beautifully rounded
period tossed his bangs Impatiently and
muttered in Hebrew something very gut
tural.
The crowd below in the lobby yip-yipped
and yelled and hurrahed with delight,
and the jam became SO great that all SEM
blance of order was lost, SO that the
stout gentlemen from Philadelphia were
obliged to break ranks and stampede with
the general herd.
Thus, ali day and almost all night, as
the trains come putting into the big depot,
were brass bands playing, crowds surging
and yells and hurrahs splitting the air.
AS 1 write there is another great uproar
and down the grand staircase comes a
brass band. disturbing the peace OF four
counties at the head of the delegation
and visitors from Massachusetts,. The
| Yankees have fine lungs and they are
whooping up things with old-time enthu-
siasm. A white satin banner, inscribed in
). letters of black and gold, Massachusetts,,
Solid for Reed and Gold" evokes the en-.
thusiasm of a Maine man in 48 cent straw
hat and he turns loose Penobscot Indian
yell that makes the psyche top knots
| CULVER on the heads of the pretty girls at
the telegraph counter. Hardly had they
disappeared into headquarters before an
other band and another delegation comes
through announcer entrance adding to the
riot. Nobody in the hotels will sleep to-
night except those so fortunate as TO be
completely exhausted.
! JOHN PAUL COSGRAyE