Evening journal., 1897-12-31
A STREET CAR CITY.
An Odd Resort on tho California
Coast.
Disused Street conveyances Turned
Into Seaside CottnEes-rhey
Are for Rent
Only.

The idea of converting an abandoned
street car into a domicile is strictly
Californian-as original as the house
boat life of Belvedere bay or the slave
traffic of Chinatown. When you think
of it, there is no reason why some such
use should not be made of those obso-
lete vehicles, with their glazed sides
and vanished panels. 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? OF the availability of
street car for living purpose there may
be a question, but of the adaptability
Of the structure there is no doubt-not,
at least, after a visit to Carville. Car
Vile is on the verge of the Pacific
ocean, and on the northwest edge of
Golden Gate park. IT Is founded on the
sand dunes, and its residents are free
of the sea breezes and the sunsets. Be
fore them the park stretches out its
vistas Of dark green; around them are
tawny sand dunes-a veritable Sahara
billowing away to the hills. To the
west the Pacific stretches illimitably its
bright wastes of blue waters. An ad-
mirable 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 it even, at the rate of five dollars
per month. You may convert 1t TO do
mestic purposes, furnish it elaborately,
but you cannot purchase it 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 city has
n seaside resort at its doors. he wants
10 know. Here is London with its
Brighton in the suburbs, q New York
with a Narragansett pier on its water
front. Why, it will be worth millions
yet. The plutocrat Of the twentiesh
century will have his villa here rather
than on Pacific Heights or at Burl-
ingame. Indeed, Mr.. Sutro, who had
the imagination to build the biggest
and ugliest 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 palaces en-
powered in verdure along the boulevard
stretching over the sand dunes to the
gum trees in the distance, and all pay
ing tribute to his foresight. This is
the ocean beach according to Sutro.
W. NJ. Coward's domicile is n summer
villa-theswells show place Of Carville. 1t
is hung with portieres, equipped with a
dining-table, tiny kitchen and all the
other domestic attributes. It's outfit of
furniture and trappings cost $3.50, and
really the impression you have of the
interior is quite sumptuous. II might
be Pullman car, or a costly corner in
plutocrat's mansion, or something
equally luxurious-if you can think OF
it. Here cometh the owner every Sun
day armed with the materials of 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
through-as Capt. Daily does. The cap
tain is a gentleman of prominence and
education, who found himself a few
years back broken in health and out OF
pocket. There was a bit of a hut set out
on the edge of the ocean which he OBJ
tanned leave to occupy, believing that
the fresh, free air of the Pacific was en-
dowed with healing the at.
mosphere of the city proper did not pos.
l fful Al
young in spirit, he made the hut his
domicile, and ever since he has waxed
strong and hearty, regained ld9 lost
health and secured q 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 timbers and shells anc
cocoanut husks and innumcrable other
articles of flotsam and jetsam. A din
ing-room has been scooped out of tho
sands and around the walls grow
flowers But it is the collection of bot
ties you win look at with the deepest
interest. Such an array of bottles stand
ing in every corner and brasure of the
establishment, every one of them pickeC
up by the captain in his morning tramI
along the great, broad beach, which
curves in shining reaches away to Lake
Merced. 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, bu
. amid the chimney pots of the city. III
will descant to you of renewed vitalit,
and buoyancy of spirits gained from thu
sea breeze.--San Francisco Wave.
Cafe Parfait.
In making cafe parfait the cream ma,