The San Francisco call., 1896-04-26

is being very carefully attended. He talks like
the tongue OF tradition. This morning he was
handed copy of THE CALL-the monday
edition. He plunged into a scare-head article
with such avidity that the attendants began to
doubt the story of the tomb and resurrection.
Recognize anything familiar in the paper"
inquired one.
Regular book, I see," observed the hero of
centurys sleep. Interested? You bet I'm
interested. That property's worth hundred
times what it was, and l'll be hanged If the
heirs and lawyers aren't scrapping away for it
yet"
"Then you know little something ABOUT
affairs of the present?'
"Know? 1 was a witness in the case in
1884,
"And what is the case, pray?"
"Estate of Thomas Fl. Blythe"
bird at my window is tapping for me:
There's message, know, in the post;
Oh the sign never falls and my heart is aglee
For word from the lass love most.
Oh, spring from my couch at the tap Of the bell
And my morning-gown foldeth me soon!
To the honeysweet things that her letter will tell
Already my soul is attune.
And my face must be lit with radiant smile,
AS reach out fast as can
From the opening door, to be met with the roar:
"Hy! you lika no buy de banan?''
Twas the day Of the drawing-I dreamed had
won,
And hailed the significant rings
"It is Saithy to say that our toiling is done;
It's the list Of our winnings ne brings!"
I was planning to order quart of champagne,
And murmured, "Oh, hang the expense!
When Fortune drops down to your lot like the
rain,
Why shouldn't man feel immeuse?'
SO 1 few down the stairs with recklessness
grand,
And swift to the doorknob ran
Oh, the Jonah was there with the fruit in his
hand
ely! you lika no buy de banan?"
have moved my effects (by the way) from that
fiat,
And I've leased me boulevard room,
And If ever pedder shall try me at that
He'll find bare dungeon his doom.
For my heart it was broken with trials full sore
1 was tortured till patience had fed
1 was rung from my dreams to find happiness DER
And to wish my dsturber were dead.
oh the boulevard scheme is glorious thing;
It's comforting. beautiful plan
can sleep all the morn without fear Of ring
For "Hy! you no lika panan?"
We're Algernon Charles swinburne. first Of
his advent would be celebrated in illustrated
page articles by those newspapers which have
been according such extravagant notice to
that London coster singer, Alfred Chevalier.
The latter's feat of trapslating Chimmie Fad
den slang into Cockney dialect has been en-
Enthusiastically applauded iI certain journal
1stic quarters, which, 1t may be judged, would
not entertain the idea of devoting half dozen
columns to a fresh work OF genius worthy of a
place in literature. o Enterprise! Vert thou
thing of feeling, thou wouldst weep at the
wrongs that are done in thy respected namei
The blue blood corpuscle has been discovered
in Philadelphia. We shall not be surprised to
learn that overambitious people OF suddenly
acquired fortune who suffer from the con-
sciousness of having merely the red or the
white corpuscle to boast OF are pensioning off
ruined scions of first families in return for
transfusions of the coveted azure article. And
II these scions in question could by this means
get rid of all the blue blood that is in them
they might brace up and make pretty decent
citizens after all.
Why shouldn't California authors lead the
way in grand revival of decency in novel
writing. The world has had surieit of scan
dal pictures framed in gilt. Let US have q
season OF healthful stories which parents may
not fear to take into the household. The
stories of the better Sort
Rev. H. E. Adams declares that 100, 900
Americans in the mountains of California are
ignorant OF Christ. 1 am rather inclined to
the belief that the Rev. II. Z. Adams is igno-
rant of 100, 900 Americans in the mountains
of California.
The sand dunes, the sand dunesl
If they could only speak,
What mysteries then the winds might ken
Oer the lonely waste and bleakl
For the sand dunes, the sand dunes
dread them near to be
There's many ghost ON the sandy coast
That bew not in from sea.
The blasted life and the grief-crazed brain
The curtain have here rung down,
And cold, dead hands have siited the sands
On the skirts of the needless town.
The blade, the ball and the vial of death
What the world denied they gave
All woes surcease, and silence, peace,
Oblivion of the grave.
The sand dunes, the sand dunes!
What tales they might unfold
Of hearts despair and dying prayer,
If sands their histories told.
But the sand dunes, the sand dunes =
dread them near to be!
There's many ghost on the sandy coast
hot hlnvvr xlrs ~