The San Francisco call., 1897-07-11

Gus to the one who knows all about :hem.
There were those with thoughts of their
own sittin. apart from the others and
staring moodily out at the cleaning
waters and the blue sky. There was
rustic of silks and the sound of laughter
and the murmur of voices and glance of
bright eyes that mingled we'll with the
voices of the waves, excepting when the
organ played its one strange selection.
One story lower down had less OF silk
and laughter and more, distinctly more,
of the sounds that tired children see fit to
make. And there was deal of sticky
popcorn on the floors, as we'll as on the
faces of the children looking inquisitiyey
up into yours.
There were mothers-many of them
gazing out at the seals and attending to
the wants of their babes. There were
ia theirs prowling about with anxious faces,
and numerous children clinging to their
clothing. Young girls and young men
chewed gum and talked ana laughed in
Extensively, while the walters hurried
about.
Bring me a cup of tea," I said to one
L thought it might steady my nerves
while | studied those about me for a little
time. For these people are far from un-
interesting with their unique ideas that
require no thought and their attitudes
toward each other and the world.
He stared composedly a moment and
then
II guess you can get that better up
stairs. num-, he said and hurried away
to fill more i'm portant order.
But, not caring particularly, 1 sat still
How we'll you can tell what they will do
when the day of recreation is over and the
workaday world is on it's way again.
How the babes VIII be fastened in the
high chairs near the kitchen door and the
older ones-those too young for school
kept in sight in the yard, while the
mother bends over the hot suds and
rinses one by one the clothing of the man
she married one sunny day when there
was laughter and flowers about
Com plain? 1t was what her mother did
before her. 1t was what her children will
do after.
And the girls will throw their gum and
laughter away and go back behind the
counters to earn another So with which to
, pay their board and buy their clothing.
And the young men-oh, they will go
everywhere and do every thing and be-
| nothing
And the next Sunday they will do the
same.
Why not? They do not know what
! vacation is downstairs. Sunday IS all
they have. And upstairs it is always
vacation for most and they couldn't do
anything else. JEAN MORRIS.
49,
those who visit it "the fishing resort
the wind was blowing furiously. Not
wthstanding that, the little skffs rounded
past the cliff and up toward California
City with their freight of brig ht- faced hu-
man beings.
mo sport like fishing" declared an
elderly gentleman with a golfing cap. on
the back of his gray head, and his jovial
face beaming with anticipation. 'I'd
rather go fishing than eat my Dime r"
and he laughed heartily and cleared his
throat and called to the girls to hurry, for
the yacht was waiting.
"And we'll miss a half-hour, my dears,
and the winds coming up pretty strong"
And so he bundled them into the boat
and they sailed away laughing and talk
ing in eager giee.
"They'l wish they hadn't gone" said a
man near by. "It's nasty day and I'll
wager they don't get a bite" l shivered
involuntarilv at the tone and the manner
and the expression of his face. 1t was
like the appearance of cloud-a disa-
greeable black cloud no larger than a
mans hand in front of the face of the
sun. 1t cast gloom over most things
/ went on up the road and watched for
little while as the fishers pulled one after
another OF the wiggling. shiny things out
of the water and dropped Them upon the
pile of unfortunates.
"W mat a mum Der there are over here
to-day" / ventured to remark to a young
girl who, in our grand NJ her day, would
have screamed at the sight of a mouse,
but who now, without the evidence OF a
pang of conscience or a wry face, baited
the hooks with worms and fish and other
unhandleable things.
There are n OF nearly as many as usual"
she said Last year they used TO come
over in great big Gro owds-sometimes over
500 on Sunday from San Francisco, be-
sides lots Of people from Belvedere and
around there. Fishing is wonderfully
good-just haul them in if you know
how"
But Tiburon isn't particularly lively,
and 1t isn't attractive except as place to
start from and to land again. 1t is too
barren, and Belvedere with its sheltered
beauty is too near. And yet
Don't you think Sausalito is much
pleasanter to spend day in." I suggested
to one who was the proud possessor Of
good sized string of fish.
He looked at me in a n injured way and
made answer:
Fishing Is not good there. I'd rather
stay at home. You might suggest going
up the mountain for sport"
looked up at Tamalpais and remem-
bered how all the country had looked from
there-how clear the high altitude was
and how it had all looked so wonderfully
infinite and yet so small. and l thought
that 1 would mention it. But he had gone
| on down the road TO the boat.
II n
"Do you suppose we'll meet theIn?"
"Plenty of time. The people don't get
in from Ell Campo until o'clock"
"Oh l wish we could a. gone,n moaned