The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1908-05-11
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
CALIFORNIANS RISE IN THEIR
. MIGHT AND DESTROY IT.
Saturday NiEht Pilgrimage to n Pearl
street Corner where = wandering
Franciscan P]rOspectOr Found Traces
In Ills an-sanEulnett's Hecalled.

Franciscan PrOspectOr Found Traces
In Ills Pan san ulnettI's Hecalled.
The tamale came to Pearl street on Satir-
day night. Came also to Pearl strest
a-seeking 1t about i2j eager Calirornians
who had been diligently running II to ia
lair since first they left their home lane to
settle more or less permanently on ihe'e
barbarOus aud tamaIeless shores. Az n
result Of the conjunction the talnale was
sufficiently feeced by the Argonauts,
The tamale, il must be explained, Is not
an exotic fruit, nor yet Is It a hothOu'e
flower to be set in yahaae on the piano
cover. The tamale 10 the realization Of
some forgotten culinary dream Of one OF
the long dead padres who basked in the
sunshine Of California in the mission days
before ever the gringo came to the land,
It's essence il hot sunshine and ia core Is
golden with the CLINT OF red gold. IL IS
to eat, not hastily or with ravening fingers,
but piously and with reverence as II one
we're keeping a sacrament with the past.
II lies temptingly in its shell Of yellow corn
husks. a treasure Of white meal and prickllng
chile. to be sought deliAtely with fork and
fingers.
II 70 happened, 80 the tale was told on
Pearl street Saturday night, that a restless
Californian whose palate had not forgotten
the SAVIOR Of Matias's Mexican cookery in
San Francisco's shoddy Broadway had
stumbled upon the only New York lair OF
the shrinking tamale. He supped and
then went forth from that little Pearl street
restaurant with JOY in his heart and the
glad tidlngs skipping from his lips 10 all
fellow exiles who remembered the tamalc
when il was good on the midnight street
corner IN San Francisco. Colvln Brown,
whose business here is to boom everything
pertaining to California. even tamales,
mimeOgraphed 800 copies Of the articles
Of discovery and sent out these invitations
to all Calfornians within the limits Of Greater
New York, Saturday night was 10 be the
night when memories we're to he stripped
with each leaf Of the captive tamale aud
a segment Of the feet celebration in San
Francisco was to he translated bodily to
the gloomy vault beneath the Second
avenue elevated where Wall street crosses
Pearl.
Seyenty-five we're expected and about
1926 came. They came from the club, from
the parlors Of uptown hotels aud the Har-
lflll nav WIN Al tNNlAAAAh w AAANhA NA|f
2led the eyes Of the watchmen In the dark
ened Wall street skyscrapers. The pro-
Cession that picked it's way down Wall
street after dark and over the piles Of cob
bles where the pavement had been torn
up had all Of the lingering panhandlers
Of the financial district rubbing their eyes
in astonishment. The proprietor Of the
captive tamale passed from a stage Of mild
protest into a high Spanish calm when all
seats were filed and still amt those pill
grims on quest Of the sacred tamale,
It would be unfair to reveal the names
Of some Of those who appear in the blue
book Of society and who found enjoyment
in getting a place at the tables II even on
top Of a beer crate screened with news
papers. Some found that the butt end Ma
clothes basket moved against few spare
inches at a table corner gave al exciting
vantage point for the attack upon h etamale.
IL wabbled and gave every indication OF
being alive,
The tamale came and was welcomed To
our city. After that some other hot and
Mexican things. then wine from the red
hills Of Napa county and talk. There used
to be a place before the fire mot the earth
quake, mind YOU out In San FRnrcisco,
where all Of the light spirits Of the town
gathered on Saturday nights 10 play horse
on the sanded floors, Sanguinetti's was the
name; the word still remains IN the yemacu
lar Of the town as a synonym for every
thing that Is c~arefree and unconventional.
When Colvln Brown got up at the coffee
stage and mentioned the hallowed name
all Of the hundred odd talnale fed Cali
fornians forgot the near presence Of Wall
street and the envirOns Of New York and
turned on the fun tap,
Bob Davis told how he once ordered all
Of his dinner at Sanguinetti's and an extra
bottle Of wine and then waited for some
B. Parish told how Jim Keene traded in
kisses when he was In Knockers. Then
there were other stories and songs until
the bier Of the sacred tamale was fully
honored and its wake duly celebrated