The San Francisco call., 1898-08-21

and players. The admission Is free, but if you are fortunate enough to get seat near the stage a glass of root beer or a glass of abSinthe or plain lemonade will cost you at least eight francs, or $1 50 In our money. A seat in the back of the garden may be had for a franc, about 20 cents.
 In the box to the right of us in the Olympia the other evening sat a woman of about g or B years of age She was dressed quietly and sat alone with a glass of beer In front of her which she had forgotten to drink. noticed her at first because her cheeks were not rouged; she looked tired and rather lonely. I wondered if she was waiting for some one. Finally woman dressed very loudly passed with three men. The f1ashily gowned woman called out to the lonely one in the box. Why, hello, Miss Smith, what's you doing here? What time tomorrow will you send my waist homer" The woman hailed as Miss Smith flushed at finding so many pairs of eyes turned upon her, and said, You shall have 1t at 3 to- morrow afternoon. I come here every night just to hear the music It rests my head after listening to the sewing machine all day"
 Leaving these places one walks straight across the borderline of re- spectability and vulgarity into vice that is positively shameful. My cheeks burned and my ears tingled from the things l saw in one resort, and not far from Market street either Would such a place be allowed on one of the prin- cipal thoroughfares of London or Paris? No, indeed.
 On another main thoroughfare. Rear ny street, there are resorts which, if they exist in counterpart in Paris or
 
 of the city not easy of access to Strang- CTS. What impressed me most strongly was the large number of sold CTS to be found in one and all of these dives In one cellar at least twenty were present drinking, smoking and dancing with the female habitueS of the resort. It made me feel ashamed and ardently wish they were in civilian clothes Then again, it seems so dreadful, looking at these young boys, many of them fresh from the country, knowing little of vice in any form, to be plunged in a moment into such fearful dens of in- iquity. In Europe you do not see sol diers in uniform frequenting such places, for when they go they leave their uni forms the one mark of their nations love and pride, at home.
 At one music hall on Kearny street Ghe dingy boxes on each side partially screened by very dirty lace curtains) a woman of about 40 years of age and two hundred pounds of avoirdupois visited us for a moment She glanced at me and said, You're from New York, arens you. Miss?" I nodded as- sent and she said most ingratiatingly. T know you; I have seen you before. You're Miss Russell"
 I immediately smiled radiantly, think ing she meant Lillian Russell. the we'll known prima donna. I only weigh 12O pounds and the fair Lillian would prob ably make three of me, still to have any one find even a faint resemblance to the beautiful singer was decidedly fiattering. l began to look on my uues- tioner more kindly, when she said: "Yes, you're the dead image of Queenie Russell. She used to do a barefoot dance in Chicago-and gettin' good dough for it, too-when she got stuck on sewing machine agent and skipped the town. Now. what do you think of that for guy?"
 I refused to think at all and arose to go, whereon she looked us all over carefully and said: What. You hain't going, are you, without treating to wine-and youse dressed up in all those togs, too" Running ahead of us, she called the apparent proprietor-a man grown prematurely old and gray, and who looked more like a hero in a cheap melodrama with his white hair and dark-ringed eyes-and the two