The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1906-03-10
Clarence E. Eddy Comments
on the California
Metropolis.
SAN FRANCISCO HAS
OVER $500 SALOONS
They All Flourish, Probably
Because the Winds Are
Salt-Laden.

Clarence 3. Eddy, the poet prospector,
dlscoveyor OF the famous Lost Packer and
other properties. has returned TO his homo
in Salt Lake City from a two months trip
In California. where he went TO investi-
gate some mining propositions up in Sis
kiyou county, near the oregon line. He
put ia some time incidentally in San Fran
cisco. making acquaintance OF its literary
people notably the poets Joaquin Miller.
George Sterling and Louis y. Robertson,
who presented him autograph copies Of
their books or his visit in San Fran
cisco he said:
San Francisco Cremates Dead.
Their city over there by the surges
OF the Pacific is Il cosmopolitan place. In
Guiding ITS suburbs round about the bay,
IL claims over half million souls. one
is surprised at the radically advanced
ideas Of its pCOple-the majority Is very
sOclaliStiC. ana IN many things material
lsliC They burn their dead over there
no one can be buried In san Francisco
county. The principal cemeteries nave
come TO be cTematories, and In each OF
a these sixty OF eighty people per mohIn
reduced TO ashes and the urn. IL
ICems a sort OF heartless process. a view
point is provided whore those OF sumclent
nSTdihood can go and see the dead re-
duCed by the flames. After tho last rare
wells the coffin Is slid mechanically into
an oven, where under the tremendous neat
IL passes in a pun OF smoke Inc cIothlhB
falls TO dust IN fash, the hesh wltheTs
and is wrapped in consuming flames. In
a few moments the ashes fan through
grating and are gathered in an urn TO
bC stored In the coulmblne or taken TO
the home OF loved ones. Some ma pot
tcr's field among the flowers and at the
roots OF roses, but the attendants tell me
the flowers do not bloom the falrcr be
cause OF these ashes buried there'
Poet Realf's Grave.
Il saw the grave Of the poet Richard
ReaIf-sweetest of singers. and suicide.
He was laid to rest there In the latter
IOS.. The sexton found his grave Tor me
upon my inquiry and quoting the lines:
He loved his fellows and their love was
sweet.
Plant daisies at his head and at his feet"
The poets grave is in the G. A X,
plot Of the Odd Fellows cemetery, on
Lone mountain, amid whispering trees,
looking rout upon the suTgeS or the Pa
cinc and the passing OF ships 10 all ports
OF the world. The roar OF the great city
Genes up from the inland, greater than
the roar OF waters on the ocean sands.
l brought some daisies from the sod be-
side the simple gravestone.
In San Francisco.
Here is the swish and clang OF cable
cars and OF trolleys and trucks. surging
of crowds along the streets, and the heavy
Cldng OF hammers on the steel girding OF
vast buildings that are being reared into
the radiant smckc and CRIME OF the
metropolis by the Golden Gate. Glorious
sun-kisscd California-red is the wine and
Ied is the soil and muddy red are the
waters OF the bay by the city with its
wealth and wine and rain and sunshine.
IT'S milllonaires OF Knob Hill and Van
Ness avenue and its Socialists and labor
mlnlons OF myriad streets.
About China Town.
Here is Chinatown the tester spot that
smells to the four winds. with its fish
markets. its quaint thoroughfares and
filthy underground alleys. Here fares the
greasy C-7cG.a.. Usually flits the Cauca-
sian. Close by is the "Barbary Coast"
a malcstrom OF immortality, but IL is hard
telling what part OF Frisco would take
tho palm for perveTsity. A certain humor-
GUS poem sold everywhere, on a post
card, and said TO have been written by
Frank Collier. the publisher, Is a pointed
commentary on the California metropolis
1t alleges that
When you finally cash in.
And you close your life OF sin
out in Frisco,
There's no need 10 toll bell
or be planted In a dell.
There's need 20 SO 10 He'll
You're IN Frisco