The San Francisco call., 1909-10-22
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Fourteenth street, where there were
people terraced high against the green
background of Twin peaks. Then
there was rich spur running off up
Van Ness to Golden Gate avenue and
beyond, which would assay about 10
people to the square yard, and a gilt
tering lode that branched in to the
Mission. up Valencia street to Fiji
teenth. to Dolores, TO Seventeenth~ and
down Valencia again; wherever the pa
rade was TO pass, there were ranges of
people.
ROOF TOPS AND WINDOWS
More. remember, those were but the
people on the sidewalk The architec-
ture of the church of Notre Dame de
Paris was initiated yesterday in San
Francisco. That edifice is famous for
the gargoyles which cling in an innum-
erable company TO le6ge and pinnacle.
The people of San Francisco learned
the trick of the gargoyle yesterday and
fancy of architecture has devised for
the ornamentation of San Francisco's
buildings.
Every window was jamned to cubic
capacity. The city had a new sky line,
for the top of every structure within q
radius qf six blocks of Market street
was decorated with the waving human
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the street, for the women and girls in
the windows had their bright waists
and flowing skirts to spell out the red
and yellow and the red and white and
blue of the Portola decorations and the
American flag.
Heaven alone knows where all those
people ate yesterday Some generous
gentlemen on floats which advertised
various brands of food amused tilam-
selves by tossing little crackers and
bottles of wine on the, sidewalk.
They were angels of mercy, or ravens
out of the wilderness to feed the stand
ing Elijahs.
AT THO MASQUERADE
IT must not be thought that the pa
rade and the amazing throngs were
the whole of yesterdays show. In the
evening was the maddest, merriest day
of the celebration to date. That was
at the masquerade ball at the Audi
torium. Society crushed to the affair
with more reckless abandon than it
fiocked to it's own party of the night
before at the Fairmont. Every angle
of city life from Pacific avenue to Pa
cif1c street-and that covers a lot of
territory-was represented. The dane
ers gathered early and will go home
about the time the afternoon papers
are on the street.
w IlitG tie pdIdut WAS SWl0BlHB
Justify along the city streets with all
the panoply of celebration and the
fury of Chinese gongs, there was a
solemn ceremony observed out at the
old Mission Dolores-a peaceful mo-
ment in the midst of the blare of from
bones and the cries of greeting to Don
Gaspar de Portola.
The Mission Dolores is now the only
link between. San Francisco of today
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any other building IN San Francisco
today. 1t was founded by the heroic
band of the valorous and holy Father
Junipero Sierra himself, Portola's COM
rade in the wilderness.
And as the brave modern display of
pomp and glory of a new age swung
into Dolores street the ancient bells
of the old mission broke out into a
peal such as had more than a century
ago summoned the missionary fathers.
the Spanish soldiers, the mission In
dian and the scattered whites of the
tiny settlement. to their religious exer-
cises. In the vestibule of the old adobe
church, under the chimes, stood Fran
ciscan friars from every cloister of
the order in the state, In their brown
habit, the devout successors Of Father
Junipero Sierra, Father Juan Crespi and
Father Fray Francisco Gomez, the lat
ter two companions OF Portola when
he first saw San Francisco bay.
AN ECHO OF THE PAST
AS the old bells, cracked voices
changed the echo of their first peal a
venerable padre wept. thinking of the
glory of his order, the august history
it has given the state, the tolls of his
illustrious. predecessors. He thought,
possibly, as he wept that God had not
given to him the rare privilege of
bearing the cross where the cross
had never before been borne. of being
a pioneer of Christ the Savior in do
ciie race of souls in whose vocabulary
there was no word for redemption of
sinners, no symbol to designate spirit-
uaI grace. The tears made a way over
the soft face of the old cioistered
priest.
1T is A DIZZY GAME
But the Portoia celebration is dizzy
game. One moment the mind is on the
privations and tolls of Portcla and his
earnest companions, the next 1t flashes
Ito the beauty of Queen yergiIia and
1.-THE inheritant dignity OF Porto1a's lat-
tier day personifcation, and then there
must be a quick reflex action to dodge
the shower of confetti which<a saucy
lass is about to toss full in your mouth,
on top of the smack just garnered in