The San Francisco call., 1899-02-11
MORE FISCAL
ENHANCEMENT
FOR TEACHERS
Salaries That Never
Will Be Paid.
INJUNCTIONS LYING IN WAIT
A PENNILEss TEACHER CRYING
IN THE CORRIDOR.
How a Bribe- Grasping Director of the
Late Board Found His Price
Under a Sofa
Pillow.
INJUNCTI0NS LYING IN WAIT
A PENNILEss TEACHER CRYING
IN THE CORRIDOR.

The Board of Education Is busy issuing
salary warrants; the courts are enjoining
payments and then modifying their or
ders; the Auditor is taking his pen in
hand to audit, but, checked by another
court order or by warning of attorney,
stops short, and the 120O impoverished
teachers are turned away unpaid.
Tomorrow we will get our salary"
they say hopefully, and look ahead to the
next day. But tomorrow follows to-mor-
row and there is fresh obstacle every
sunrise. To-day is one of those hopeful
"to-morrows" and the court is confidently
expected to bring the January money to
those who have earned 1t. But there is
no hope that the dreadful injunction will
hold off. Ere the Auditor can audit or
the Treasurer can pay, the merchant
creditors will tie everything up in Cor
dian knot.
Only by the Intervention of miracle
win the November-Decemb salaries
ever be paid, and the teacher creditors
wronged by that shameless coterie known
as the "solid nine" of the late board must
settle down to this Interchangeable fact.
te bv ana Where thew
be cashed on some tomorrow" This is
not all. The January salaries, in a prob
ability that borders on the inevitable, will
unpaid overlap February, and the two
months will pile themselves on to March
in a jumbled heap. How many more
months will be massed in the fiscal wreck
no man may say, but the injunction will
cover all.
Yesterday a sad-faced woman, a $50
teacher, bunkoed out of three months pay
by Messrs Ragan ct al, appeared at the the
January salary would be paid, and the $40,
less the 20 per cent, would fall into her
hands like mamma from the skies When
she was told that no demands could yet
be signed, she went out into the dark,
cheerless corridor and cried. Out of that
golden $780, not one cent could she re-
ceive. Just across the hall over $500 600
is lying in secure boxes, and she is desti--
tute Curious passerS-by stopped and
stared at the sobbing woman. Presently
an employe in one of the City Hall de-
partments, to whom the sad-faced, fearful
woman teachers haunting the corridors
have become an everyday spectacle,
whispered her story, and the crowd, out
of respect for her tears, sympathetic for
one in distress, moved away, and she
wept alone just without the office door OF
the city treasury, where her all on earth
lies behind slabs of triple steel.
There is another teacher haunting the
corridors of the City Hall and her story
while not possessing the pathos of tue
boards villainy and cupidity.. Early last
year her mother, a woman only In moder-
ate circumstances. living in this city, be-
gan seeking a position in the School De-
teacher, having taught several years IN
another county. She soon learned that
there was ordinarily no vacancy, but coin
could make one. Eventually coin oid
make one. The price. she was adroitly
given to understand, was $500. 1t was a
large sum for her, but the position was
for life. Kate Kennedy and other teach
ers had tested the question. and this
strengthened the fond mother to a sac
rifice. Other teachers were buying their
positions in the School Department. she
was told, and moreover, it was good in
Vestment, so she silenced her conscience
raised the money dollar by dollar, by
every expedient known to determined
and insistent borrower.
She was told how to hand over the
price-not in the ordinary commercial
Way-pay and take your receipt, but by a
neater method. She was told to leave the
/ coin in a little canvas bag under cush-