The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-05-15
From the New York Sun.

From the New York Sun.
 N LETTER from Ernest s. Simpson. Wl city editor of the San Francisco
 Chronicle, to friend Tn New York, tells one part of an episode which should be historical in American journal ism-the unsuccessful fight of the news paper men to get out extras on the morn ing of the disaster, and the successful eff fort to keep the papers running without a break It says in part:
 An hour ago, in a candy store, I met one of the saloon-keeping D-'s. He was dusty and haggard, but cheerful. He hasn't a saloon left out of his large and profitable flock.
 " Gimme a pineapple ice cream soda, said the once naughty D. of the Ten- derloin to a boy who was even drtier than heAor myself
 {" Its hell of a leveler, ain't it?' he said to me. Nearly starved for four days while I was rustling grub and cooking it for a family of six to twelve. Then a Chink that worked for me showed up. He wanted to get out of town to see his brother somewhere
 "' Brother be damned." says I. You cook" says I, and I grabs his hat and skins the coat off of him. and hides 'em so he can't elope, and we're eating the real chow again Not word about the calamity which must have beggared him. eff you whimper now, you do 1t in a whisper You'd be proud of what's left of your dear old San Francisco, Cal. She's crippled. thirsty hungry and broke; she has a few whole churches, only half of her schoolhouses, not one French restau- rant, not theatre; she Is full of people without homes, jobs or clothes; she is the worst bunged up town that ever was. But the spirit of her is something to bring tears of pride to any American S eyes; that was not crushed by the quake TOT scorched by the fire. She Is as game as Bat Nelson, Britt, McGovern. Han lon and all the rest of the lightweight d. vision put together. You can't beat a town that does not know when she is lie lxed.
 Tt is one of the things that I am proud of that the newspaper gang had a few run outs I dog-trotted to the office. ar irving there about 6 a. m. The managing editor was there. my brother. and few others. Men from all departments came in steadily and I began hustIing for an extra. The old building was not seriously hurt, and one elevator was in commission. and we got few typos upstairs. CThe type-settng room was on the top 1oor.) I established the city desk in the busi- ness office, and soon had a bunch of copy going up, while my brother was holding the men upstairs. At S:15 o'clock we got another jolt--about No. 4. I guess-and no more upstairs for printers or stereotypers. The fire was coming at us from the east and south strong We went ups tairs to see what we could do with the machinery.
 Then we found that we were without wa ter or power, and 1t was agreed to try to publish a one-for-all paper somehow and somewhere on Thursday morning. As an emergency last chance, an Examiner bunch was sent over to the Oakland Tribune 10 get out a Chronicle-Call-E Ex- aminer, lots being drawn by Michaelson. McNaught and myself in the Bulletin of fee for order of precedence in title. "The rest of the day was one hot weari- ness We tried until p. m. to get power on in the Bulletin office. Then the war lords quit-those who had not given it up earlier-and scattered to the four winds.