The Cordova daily times., 1920-06-23

SAN FRANCISCO, June 23 (by Ass ociated Press). Visitors to the Dem ocratic national convention will see but few reminders of the old, romantic days of San Francisco, when the red shirted miners swept down from the gold-streake reaches of the Sierras and threw fantastic fistfuls of "pay dirt" on the bars of the store counters for whatever they wished to purchase.
 They will never run across such characters as the little old millionaire who used to haunt the "Barbary Coast" resorts in the memory of some of the old-time residents. This in dividual, who had hit "pay streak" early in the another lode" of North ern California, used to order one par ticular brand of champagne, the price of which he knew well. Although he! was a good fellow" he never would allow himself to be victimized by the
 
 trict He would keep the cork from every bottle, no matter how convival he might be and when the time came to settle he would produce these corks | to check against his bill. If the dun did not coincide with the evidence of the corkage he would not pay it. Gone is the roaring coast" and it's less picturesque environs. Bottle" Koenig and Bottle" Meyers who used to run noisy cock fighting establish ments in what is now the shadow of the hall of justice, having long since passed on and the "Montana Dance Hall," most glaring and blatant of all | the coast resorts is hardly a memo ry. Even the establishment of the old German emperor's personal physi- clan, is gone almost from the recol- | lection of man. It is here that the denizens of the Coast" were bathed and shorn and set right physically after their jousts with John Barley corn.
 Chinatown guides still point out the | little restaurant hanging precariOusly l over the old Dupont street where 1 Frank Norris, the author, went Occas | siOnally to get bit of local color. Directly ahead and facing the hall of ] justice is Portsmouth square, a cove 1 the Vigilantes staged many stirring scene and the ''sand-lOtters" under the leadership of fiery Dennis Kearney, discussed the towns political issues.
 Some of the old wine shops, rivals in the new world of the coffee houses of Addison and Steele as gathering places of the artists and the literati still cling to the Latin Quarter. But most of the old cafes where much of the city's history was plotted, remain in name only. Gone is Duncan Mi chols, the Band Exchange" of former days where the famous Pisco Punch was served over a mahogany bar that was brought around the Horn. The old Cliff House, where presidents of the United States and other renowned itinerants used to enjoy the sea food breakfasts, twas burned years ago.
 On Waverly Place still may be seen the quarters of the old Siberia Club, stronghold of Yee Nee, King of China town" Here, before the police axe parties" became a feature of China town the chance games of "coon-can," " "chuck-a-luck" and "fan-tan" were played in the midst of a maze of cor riders, sliding panels worked by secret springs and exotic alcoves where the beaten and broken gamesters could remain until they had recouped their fortunes
 The black doors that lined the Front" from China Basin to the Pre- sidio are gone and stately berths for ocean liners have risen in their place. The dingy bars that stood back Ot them, where adventures of all degrees were once dropped, drug-stupefied through trap-doors and into waiting boats below as part of the great "shangai" game, all have been swept