The San Francisco call., 1896-07-07

ard witnessed a real wild-west show, given
by men who have spent their lives on the
ranges. There were many exciting events
and the crowd cheered and yelled to show
how the rare sport was enjoyed.
There was hardly an hours respite for
dinner before dancing commenced at the
Pavilion and dozen other places. The
little boys and girls danced on the streets,
and few, indeed, were the homes from
which the sound of music did not come to
fill the evening air with melody. 1t was a
gala night.
In the parade tomorrow Miss Florence
Schautfle will take the part OF the goddess
of Monterey. She will be attired in a
white robe and carry large golden key
representing the hospitality of the old
capital being extended 10 the sister cities
of California. Miss Schautlie Is petite
brunette, with n face and figure that Pc
culiarly adapts her for her part.
Mrs. E. o. Smith OF San Jose has COM
posed a song for the Native Daughters of
the Golden West. which was read by
Esther Malcolm Johnson here on the
Fourth and will be sung tomorrow. 1t is
as follows;
Mountain ranges verdant hillsides,
Valleys dressed in living green,
Peaceful rivers, rushing torrents.
Gorges, mountain cliffs between
Mammoth forests-grand sequoia,
Spreading oak and lofty pine:
Such is our heritage, bequeathed US
By our slres OF 40.
CHORUS
Fifty years have told the story
OF the men OF '49.
Come We now to shout their praises
And laurel wreath 10 twine.
Native Daughters, fill your glasses,
Quick Be ready, you and II
Pioneers, brave pioneers, TO you
Wen drink bumper dry!
Brilliant landscapes, mighty ocean,
Rainbow-tinted waterfalls,
Placid lakes and spouting geysers,
Caves witt diamond-studded walls,
Snow-capped ridges. rolling lands,
Where grows the olive and tue vine:
Such IS our heritage, bcqueathed us
BY our slreS OF 40.
Cypress boughs, whereon the bold
And naughty eagle builds his nest;
Rosy bowers in which the sweet-volced
SongsterS find place of rest;
Wildwood tangles wherein lurk the deer,
The happy hunters shrine:
Such is our heritage, beQueathed US
BY our sires of 40.
Rich fields OF grain, wide-spreading lands
AblaZe with Flora's satin sheen.
Cool grassy meads where rushes grow
And the modest cowslip reigns as queen,
Clear, limpid pools where spotted beauties
hide
To wait the hook and line:
Such Is our heritage pequeathed US
By our sireS of 49.
Orchards, whose oerladen branches
Groan beneath their luscious load,
Luxurious groves where faireSt fruits
OF all the tropics find ABODE;
Vast quantities of gold and precious metals
Hid in many mine:
Such is our heritage, bequeathed us
By our sires of '49.
Bright, sunny skies, soft showers.
Winds ever tempered TO the frail and weak,
BIeezes that come and go, leaving
The hue OF health upon the cheek;
These blessings and thousand more
Are yours, yes. yours and mine:
Such Is our heritage, bequeathed US
By our slres of '49.
Thomas o. Larkin, the first son born of
American parents in California, arrived
this evening and was given q reception
that he little looked for. A party OF old
friends met him at the train and escorted
him to the house of his birth. Here he
was ushered into the room in which he
first saw the light OF day in 1884. The
committee had been to great pains and
procured the same furiture that was in it
sixty-two years ago, and when Mr. Larkin
looked around him he was greatly affected.
In a second the years rolled backward and
he was a child again, with a long and in
teresting history before hirI. 1t was a
most touching scene, and the committee
withdrew, leaving Mr.. Larkin alone to his
meditation. 1t seldom happens that a
man 62 years old can sleep in the same
bed in which he was born, but that is what
Mr.. Larkin is doing tonight.