The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-06
A CITY or STREET cans.
CRrviIlc and It's DomicIIes of Adam
dOned Vehicles.
From the San Francisco Wave.

dOned Vehicles.
From the San Francisco Wave.
The idea of converting an abandoned
street car into a domcile Is strictly Cali
fornian-as original as the houseboat life
Of Belvidere Bay or the slave traffic of
Chinatown. When you think of 1t. there
Is no reason why some such use should
not be made Of those obsolete vehicles.
with their glazed sides and vanished PAN
els Yet, there Is nothing about the STYLE
Of them as they were borne through the
streets in other and older days to suggest
this ultimate purpose of their being. Who,
though. sees his old clothes in the white
paper of the morning Journal. or mere coal
in the gas flame which illuminates his
dining room. or the availability of a street
car for living purposes there may be a
question, but of the adaptabilty of the
structure there Is no doubt-not at least
after visit to Carville. Carvllle is on the
verge of the Pacific ocean, and on the
northwestern edge of Golden Gate park
1t as founded on the sand dunes, and it's
residents are free Of the sea breezes and
the sunsets. Before them the park
stretches out its vistas of dark green;
around them are tawny sand dunes-a YER
liable Sahara billowlng away to the hills
To the west the Pacific stretches liimita-
bly, It's bright wastes of blue waters. An
admirable site, surely-a seaside resort
within a stones throw Of San Francisco.
Carville and its cars belong to Adolph
Sutro. You may occupy a car there-lease
1t even-at the rate of s. per month. You
may convert IL to domestic purposes, fur
nish 1t deliberately, but YOU cannot pur-
chase Ii or its site for love or money. The
location, thinks Mr. Sutro. who is a man
of much foresight, has a future. What
other great CitV has n 500 side resort "a tts
doors, he wants to know. Here is a Lon
don with its Brighton in the suburbs, a
New York with a Nara gansett pier on it's
water front. Why, II will he worth mil
lions yet The plutocrat of the twentieth
century will have his villa here rather than
on Pacific Nights or at Burlingame. Indeed
Mr.. Sutro, who had the Imagination to
build the biggest and ugiest baths In
America, and a Cliff house that looks like
a fortified dry goods box, has but to close
his eyes and see a vision of pale pink pal
aces empowered in verdure along the
boulevard stretching over the sand dunes
to the gum trees in the distance. and all
paying tribute to his foresight. This is the
ocean beach, according to Sutro
w. NJ. towards domlcile Is a summer
vila-the swell show place of CarVille. II
Is hung with portieres equipped with
dining table, a tiny kitchen and all the
other domestic attributes. Its outfit of
furniture and trapplngs cost $3.50 and
really the impression you have of the in
terror is quite sumptuous. 1t might be
Pullman car or a cosy corner In a pluto
Gratis mansion, or something equally lux
urlous, II you can think of Ii. Here cometh
the owner every Sunday armed with the
materials for the Sabbath dinner and he
and his family enjoy the ozone and the
freedom Of beach, park and sand dunes. If
he chooses he may live there the week
oh
tain is gentleman of prominence and ed
ucation, who found himself q few years
back broken In health and out of pocket.
There was bit of a hut set out on the
edge of the ocean which he obtained leave
to occupy, believing that the fresh, free
air of the Pacific was endowed with heal
ing virtues which the atmosphere of the
city proper did not possess. An invalid
verltably, though young in spirit, he made
the hut his domcilc, and ever since he has
waXed strong and hearty, regained his lost
health and secured a new lease of life
The little cabin has been transformed into
a quaint residence, ornamented with the
spoils of the sea. Behind II are stacked
up tlmbers and shells and cocoanut husks
and innumerable other articles OF flot-
sam and jetsam. A dining room has been
scooped out of the sands. and around the
walls grow flowers But ii Is the collec-
ton of bottles you will look at with the
deepest interest. Such an array of bottles
standing in every corner and brasure of
the establishment, every one of them
picked up by the captain in his morning
tramp along the great, broad beach, which
curves in shining reaches away to Lake
MERGED. He Will tell you of the charm of
life on the ocean shore, and assure you
that the sea fogs have their abiding place
not on the waters edge, but amid the
chlmney-pots of the city He will descant
to you of renewed vitality and buoyancy
of spirits gained from the sea breeze.