The San Francisco call., 1898-02-13
"MY LANDLORD SAT ON ME LIKE AN UNDIGESTED DOUGH-
 NUT" SAID H. J. BREUER.

some manner there was a confusion of signatures, and as I could not draw the money until the matter was investigat- ed, l repaired to a cheap restaurant whose price corresponded with my de- pleted purse. It would have been bet ter for me had l gone hungry to bed, for what l ate made me Wretchedly ill-so III, in fact, that when l obtained my money l had no appetite, and that so far, has been the most wretched day in my experience
 G. Cadenasso, about two years ago, had hard run of luck. Sickness came into his family, he had pawned all of his jewelry and each day seemed darker than the last. Tt is true could sing" said MT. Cadenasso, "and often spent 20 cents for laundered linen and cents to the bootblack to make myself presentable at some wealthy homes where I sang without remuneration. hoping that they would reciprocate by buying a picture.
 "One day I cannot forget. A society lady stopped me on the street and said, MT. Cadenasso, why don't you go to Castle Graz? It's perfectly lovely up there Madam, I interrupted, have not cents to go to the park
 "Oh, there was such tempest in my soul, and everywhere I looked the clouds grew blacker; even the elements sympathiZed with me and covered the sky with clouds. Like an inspiration the desire came to me to cross the bay and sketch. I went with a friend and when I returned that night I brought with me my finished picture The Gath ering Storm I found a purchaser at once and ended my worst struggle"
 Speaking of his most tormenting eX- perience, H. R. Bloomer said: "I re- member 1878 as the year of years in. which the history of my struggles amounted almost to a climax. l occu- pied the studio in Paris formerly used by Du Maurier of "Trilby' fame, and at the same time was studying under Du- ran. One day Horace Hawes called and took a fancy to a large unfinished picture of Mount Shasta. He ordered 1t to be finished and sent to his address in San Francisco. By stroke Of Ill luck there was no certificate accom- panying the picture and it was kept in the New York custom-house for six months.
 "On the strength of this sale I fn- cured more debts than I otherwise would have done. for I felt sure that the money would be forthcoming as soon as the pictures arrived in San Francisco. I worked with zeal, and along with the other students I sent tion. Months passed by and no word from San Francisco. l got deeper and deeper in debt, and one morning-the most miserable one I have ever known the proprietor of the restaurant told me he could give me no more credit walked the streets of Paris all that day without eating, trying to live down my despair
 Late that night I crept into my bed in my studio and slept, from ex- haustion, until the next morning, when I was aroused by one of the students, Wyatt Eaton, who suggested that go to the exposition office and inquire the fate of my pictures. After a little persuasion I went and was informed that both had been sold, and that one, The Bridge at St. Gretz,' had been bought by the French Government and that I would get 1000 francs for it.
 T think I walked home on air"
 When Otto Dobbertin, the sculptor, arrived in San Francisco he brought with him the remains of his overland lunch and an empty purse. For three days he lived on the debris of the one and was spurred on in his search for work by the f1atness of the other. There were days, so he says, that he ate nothing at all. Then he walked out to the park, and there met Ger man contractor who gave him an or der to make some figures for the Santa Barbara building at the Mid winter Fair. He also gave me $1," said MT. Dobbertin, "and that kept me one week, until l had finished my fig- uEaA"