The San Francisco call., 1913-10-23
FEST ST|VAL IS
LIKE DREAM
COME TRUE
Pomp and Thrill of Royalty
Woven in Romance for
PortoIa Fete

after dinner, and began to breathe
great waves of the carnival spirit
into our lungs. We remembered
that we were a little early for
the fireworks. We might as well
go along and take that streetcar
ride of observation and patronage.
We flowed down to Market street
in the stream of merrymakers.
We stood on the corner of Powell
and Market where Ellis comes in
"a cape of storms tonight The
current of fun swirled around us.
The electroliers with their mon
strouS gtlded flower baskets atop
spilling over beads of light made
FESTIVAL up in the air above.
Farther along Market was a sill
yer cascade, and beyond it a shop
front that glowed like the coke
ovens in the Tennessee or Vir-
ginia mountains, or like a blast
furnace when they tap the great
reservoirs of molten metal and it
flows out incandeseent over the
sand
We decided against the street
car. We would walk. We were
early. IT was the children's time:
family groups were everywhere
on the sidewalks. children in
arms; one woman selling con-
fetu kept a baby's cab moving as
she cried her wares.
SHOWERS OF CONFETTI
FALL ON ALL SIDES
1t isn't well to carry too trust
ing a heart, too open a counten-
ance into carnival streets. When
you have had all the confetti your
expression will support and you
feel kind hand at your collar
brushing away the surplus, do
not look around. Maintain your
forward gaze even when a voice
murmurs, That's too bad" If you
turn your head more confetti will
be added to your much. Another
thing; The reveller with the
laughing, rowing eye and the OBJ
vious hand in the pocket or out,
filed with confetti. is not half so
dangerous as the individual who
looks as though bent on keeping
a tryst with time somewhere in
the distance. This seemingly
R1COOCAPlC0 pGISOA Will COInc
abreast of you and jettison con-
fetti like a fountain.
Age, sex, previous condition are
no guides as to who's dangerous
in the carnival streets. / saw
two little girls, dressed exactly
alike, standing, hand in hand,
looking about them with large,
timid eyes. They're lost" / in
sisted. I went toward them, all
the mother in me aroused.
opened my mouth to ask If they
could not find their parents-and
1 brought away as much confetti,
as ] could hold, more than 1
wanted.
A woman in a wheelchair, her
crutches beside her, was being
showed along the street by a de-
voted man. Her laughing face
attracted me. That was the way
to bear pain and disability.
answered her smile with a smile
and got it full of confetti. Al
together the walk down Market
street and back was educational
/ have deduced from my ex-
perineces some things which I
can really rely upon with GER
tainty.
If you wish to acquire sufficient
confetti to stuff a mattress, go
on the San Francisco sidewalks
with an open heart, and mind,
and countenance, and look about
you, every mans friend, and every
woman's, as you stroll down the
street at carnival time. If you
are greedy and want enough con-
fetu to set up a mattress factory,
make the same excursion in a
hostile spirit, naughty. drawing
away and asking, "Sirl" When
the confetti, the streamers, or
busters, come your way. These
two things I know, and in
a world beset with uncertainties,
they are quite a satisfaction to
me-