The San Francisco call., 1897-07-25

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Nature ingeniously takes the aruhcla.
| inh abitants of this mundane mass, ana
tenderly wooes their tired brains, weary
hearts and worn-out bodies back to new
efforts, lighter happiness and renewed
vigor.
Like all selfish, ungrateful and thought
less descendants of Adam, we glory In
trying our neighbor's temper and our own
by constant system of petty complaints
and senseless predictions. When will we
learn to receive stoicalIy the gifts of the
seasons and the capricious changes OF the
elements? When will mankind begin to
instil into the younger generations the
| power of divine patience with everything
that is sent to them by the divine power?
The wise poet who jotted down the now
time worn lines
Mans fool!
When tits hot, he wants it cool;
When tits cool, he wants it hot;
Meier contented with his LOTT
Knew what he was writing about.
One of the most charming men L know
has unique and original way of express
ing himself on a sweltering day. thusly:
"By jove, this is a cool afternoonl How
did You like the snowstorm this morn
ingp' OF course one laughs at the droll
conceit, but in a trice the air seems
refreshed, and one forgets that the mer-
curry is rising every hour; such is the
subtle power of suggestion.
All the Eastern summer resorts are
filled to overflowing, and in consequence
the swagger set have disappeared off the
Avenue. Boulevard Riverside and Park
drives. However, there are great many
hundreds OF thousands of people in New
York who wouldn't leave the town if
they could, because, entire nous, there
isn't lovelier summer resort within a
thousand miles than this very Gotham
town. Say what they will about the few
days of prostrating heat (it is disagreeable
while it lasts), but it doesn't take half
hour to board one of the excursion boats
that steam about the beautiful harbor and
up the peaceful Hudson, where cool breezes
are always blowing.
And oh, the roof-gardens, the casino
IN Central Park, the picturesque River
side drive, where sweet music throbs an d
swells from sunset until the witching
hours of night. Who would not linger in
this modern Babylon? 1 confess that
home comforts are preferable to country
| boarding copundrums or playing guest to
an DER anxious host, and yet upon my
| little escritoire now lie a dozen invit a.
t1ons to sylvan homes and Sc aside cot
tages. l wonder whether L am re ally un-
appreciative of my thoughtful friends.
On Monday night every available Cal
! ifornian in town was invited to attend .he
grand midsummer production of Cap
tain Cook" written and COMPOSED by
| two San Franciscans, Sands w. Form an
and Noah Brandt.
Several thousand people attended the
| opening night, and had it not rained IN
torrents at s o'clock 1000 more would have
paid their good money and. have been
bored like the ma 10 -ity of US were. Dear
old Queen Liiiuokalani sat in state at the
end of the great amphitheater and tried to
appear very much pleased at the noise
tt at reached her ears ever and anon. She
looked quite handsome in mauve silk
gown and a delicate diamond tiara in her
black hair. She is much thinner than she
was couple of years ago. | found my
self gazing intentIy at her, instead of the
ridiculous counterfeits of pretty Kanak a
girls that were standing about the large
stage posing and trying to sing when
their cue came. Only now and then bit
of the dialogue foated to my straining
ears, and after a couple OF fat phrases
caught that way l concluded to save my
sense of hearing for something more prof
liable, so forthwith 1 caught nothing but
sweet strains OF very good music and a
couple of we'll rendered solos from good
looking tenor and graceful contralto.
Mr.. Brandt's music Is delightful, full OF
color and romance and a SAVIOR of classic
| dignity. One or two Of his dances are
worthy q place with Saint Saens' and
Moszkowsky's compositions. Mr.. Forman
has surely not done himself proud in the
weak attempt he has made in dialogue
and dramatic action. New York demands
more than a rehash of its own old jokes.
1t is 100 bad, but at present it looks as
though Captain Cook" was doomed to a
short existence.
The gentlemen who mounted the piece
were lily advised.
w. f. Verdenal, the genial and widely
known writer and correspondent, left for
the Pacific Coast on Wednesday. He an
ticipates remaining in California about
SIX weeks visiting relatives add friends.
Since Commodore Henry Gillig's return
to America recently Mrs. Gillig has had
her hands full entertaining their guests in
their princely home, La Hacienda" at
Larchmont Manor. At present they have
a number OF Californians in their house
party. These are William Northrope
Cowles, but recently returned from
abroad, r. We'll and Mr.. Bailin, all OF San
Francisco. Commodore and Mrs. GilIig
are among the most prominent and popu-
lar summer residents in the exclusive set
at Larchmont.
Mrs. Gillig's handsome gowns are re-
| marked, and as she has not looked so
pretty and sprightly for several years as
she does now, tits not to be wondered at
that she is admired greatly.
The gown Mrs. Gillig will wear at the
Race Night ball given by the Larchmont
| Yacht Club, on Tuesday, is a wonderful
imported creation OF black silk tulle. liter.
ally covered with pearl eln broidery.
| Mrs. Crocker is now with her daupbter
Mrs. Gillig, and will doubtless remain
until late in the fall. 1t is more than prob.
able that the Gilligs will purchase house
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