The San Francisco call., 1898-06-19
PREACH THE GOSPEL
 OF KEGE7ARLANISM.
New Mission, Where tie Poor Are Given Fruits and Cereals Instead of Fish, Flesh and Fowl.

I see the laundry with it's array of tubs, the bathroom, the lines full of night robes in the fiercely hot dry1ng-room, the hospital with its greWsome sug- gestive long table, it's cases of shining instruments and it's shelves full Of pot ties, and I am privileged to speak with the medical missionary and his stan or two trained nurses who look, as does he also, capable, efficient and thorough ly in sympathy with their work.
 From cellar to roof l find the ur- graceful order, the almost depressing quiet and the aggressive cleanliness which is characteristic of well-managed public institutions that harbor mascu- Unity only. No horrors wrought in wools, or cord, or silk, or ribbon, or beads, or wax, or tissue pape, appau the eye; no ravelings, or small snaris Of hair, or vagrant hairpinS litter the well-scrubbed floor. The place is as coldly bare and unhomelike as bar racks, but the men quartered there seem to feel no lack in the existing ar engagements. Some of them, doubtless flor there are unhappily many of the discouraged class who have shirked early incurred marital responsibilities for the freer life of solitary vagabond- age-have found the home atmosphere oppressive in the past and actually en- joy existence unhampered by femininity and resultant bric-a-brac.
 Everywhere 1 find cleanliness and everywhere, also, 1 find texts. Not wall in the place is there that is not blaZoned with them in large letters of brilliantly diversified colors, and pious ingenuity has been taxed to ornament each department with sentences from Holy Writ especially applicable to the conditions therein. To the worldly and critical mind the effect is slightly in- congruous in some instances, as points have been so strained in the applica- tion of inspired words to practicaIities as to make the result seem rather like far-fetched religious puns, but the in- tention is good and the inmates of the mission regard their wall decorations with revently admiring eyes, and find them, l am assured, both helpful and uplifting.
 Last of all I visit the restaurant, for I am hungered and would break my fast, and the prospect of obtaining g. meal of three courses and two side dishes by the expenditure of nickel appeals to my frugal mind.
 First, I must go to the desk in the assemblyroom and exchange my money for tickets at a penny each. Be- ing determined to be wildly extrava- gant l invest a dime and invite the chaplain to be my guest, and we go out into the street and into wide, low room full of tables covered with clean white oilcloth, at most of which are seated men or youths with uncovered heads. quietly and contentedly dispos- ing of the contents of divers bowls and cups and plates.
 There are no walters, and the bill of fare is posted upon the wall at the end of the high counter which fences off the kitchen from the dining hall. It is simple, but sufficient evidently to sat isfy the constantly coming and going customers, who, after careful study and deliberate reflection, pass their tickets across the counter one by one, receiving in return for each from the apple-faced, white-capped and aproned brother in charge either three thick slices of bread, a bowl of mush. a cup of sterilized milk, a dish of stewed fruit, a plate of well-cooked vegetables, soup, vegetable stew butter, honey, nut butter or cereal coffee, as they may de- sire.
 No appetizing odor of roast or broiI