The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1898-11-20

! xvronged when it is thought or them
| that they would screen so base ana
! baartIess a cur as Alexander has proved
himself to be- The girl would have
been unsuitable in shooting him. am
sorry that she did not do so. She was
| foolish. romantic, trustful. lie pre-
suned upon her youth to abuse the
trust. If there is not sense OF chly-
airy sufficient to protect the fatherless
maid decency should veil its face for
aha,ne Alexander does not deserve to
escape punishment, but in ali PROB
ability he will. There is no big brother
to wreak vengeance, and he seems TO
have no conscience to annoy. But at
least In rejecting as to what people
think Of his villainy he may be induced
to sneak into oblivion and cease to dis
turb the senses. And the others like
him. scoundrels, parasites, gross IN
triguers. defiling the social fabric, may
discern a lesson in the manner In wnloh
the achievements of Alexander nave
boan received Once the hero OF an
escanade he finds himself abhorred as
a branded seducer and poltroon.
The following has been anonymously
submitted. I take it to be in the nature
of a warming to Actor Hastings, VINO
ic said TO he in receipt of tender mis-
siyos sunnosed to come from an IN
known Pauline. Evidently the man
who wrote IT knew what he was writ
inc about better than he knew how TO
write. However, his purpose seems to
be lofty, and the lines are presented
for what they are worth:
There was a worthy journalist, man OF
familee,
AS staid and SOBER Benedick as one could
wish to see;
IJpon q gfddy woman he was never known
to smile,
While to avoid chance 10 lllrI Ho
sprint an uphill mile.
This staid and sober Journalist received
note one day
Wherein Pauline" did vaunt herself as
one so blithe and gay
That If he only would consent to bear her
companee
They'd go them forth around the town to
see what they could see.
She wanted for to view the CHI ana near
the wet seals bark,
To take a quiet lunch somewhere ana
stay out after dark.
"And lest" she said, 'you doubt my
word. my picture I inclose
80 you can know that I'm about the
smoothest thing that goes.
The journalist he thought awhile, then
wrote all curt and mean
Three little words and posted them. These
were, Nay, nay, Pauline"
But still he wondered who she was and
hired him a sleuth
To slyIy nose and ascertain at any cost
the truth.
For" reasoned he, "this foolish girl
needs some good mans advice;
TIL have tO writing notes to
strangers isn't nice"
1--WE found Pauline the sleuth an
nounced in making his report,
"And if my judgment isn't cracked, your
Paulie is a sport
He's up on Market street just now a.
A-shoutin out for cocktails and a-smokin'
cigar.
The picter that he sent you was measly
fake, of course
And looks less like the fellow than the
fellow like horse"
Then up arose the journalist and hied
him to the place
Where Pauline" stood a-throwin' sun
dry cocktails in his face.
The poem ends abruptly and leaves
the reader in doubt as to what hap
pened next. I hope that Pauline got a
little grace thumped into his system,
but doubt it, for there are indications
that he is up to his old tricks
Rich men who come here from Cen
trail America develop speedily into
"good things" They are certain to
have swarming about them a lot Of
sycophants paying compliments, but
never paying any bar bills, Of which
there is invariably a notable lot. The
coffee planters and sugar potentates of
the South make much money, and
luckily for them. If they did not they
would return home in the steerage.