, 1912-12-05

fornia asset is the fly. In matter
of fact Wyoming is far ahead of
this state, for there comes a time
when Mr.. Fly disappears there. 1t
is too cold for him to exist, and if
he refuses to disappear by the
swatting process all n has to do
is to open the door some cold day
and that is the end of Mr.. Fly.
Here that cannot be done. The
nights are not cold enough to more
than put him intn a comatose con-
dition. The warm sunlight soon
revives him and he is just as nu-
merous and as pestiferous as eve
Clean the house out and you think
you have solved the problem, but
open a few windows to air tn
rooms and in comes Mr.. Fly by the
hundreds and you are no better off
than you we're the day before.
And that is the case the year
around. 1t makes one long for
snow and 20' below zero for Il
few hours. l made the mistake to
think that l could keep the flies
out, but after about ten days Wig
orous swatting 1 gave it up and
concluded that it was a problem
that would require the same pro-
cess of solution 365 days in the
year in this country.
1 stepped to the door the other
evening and found myself in the
midst of the first fog I had expert
enced since | came. The street
lights looked dim and hazy, like
they do with US when there is a
blizzard raging. Everything SEEM
ed SO strange. / could hear sounds
all around everywhere-street cars
booming along, automobiles flying
thru the streets. the footballs of
the pedestrians and all the usual
soundsof the busy atreets, butnoth-
ing to be seen. Gives one a strange
sensation. 1t seems to accentu-
ate every sound, for l could bear
the "b-o-o-o-o-o-h" of the fog horn
on Goat Island, interspersed with
the low, heavy steamboat whistles
of the ferry boats and other crafts
on the bay. The fog horn sounds
every ten seconds and the same of
the whistles Of the boats. and if
you will stop to think for a moment
you will realize what a medley
of "b-o-o-o-o-o-h" ing that would
make. 1t sounded for all the world
like the believing of a big herd of
COWS, whose calves e being
weaned-and your readers will all
know just what kind of a racket a
lot Of range cows would kick up
on such occasions. Every time the
fog comes in, which is quite often,
the nights are filed with lowing
and believing and it is a strange
and interesting sound. One who
is perfectly familiar with the boat
whistles can distinguish the differ
ent ferry boats by the sound.
Speaking about ferry boats re-
minds me of something in regard
to the means of communication be-
tween Oakland and the other towns
ON this side of the bay, (such as
Berkerley, Alameda and others),
and the "City," as San Francisco
is universally called here, might
be interesting to readers of the
Sun. The Southern Pacific has
a system of suburban trains from
all the main land towns that end at
the pier, or "Mole," as it is called,
where ferry boats carry passengers
to and from the City. The Western
Pacific road also has a Mole, as
we'll as the Santa Fe, the latter
having a system of suburban trains
known as the "Key Route" You
can ride from any of the towns on
this side of the Bay to the City
for 10c by getting on n of these
suburban routes and there is 9
small route from the foot of Broad
way here where you can ride from
any part of this city to the City