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THURSDAY
Mr. Hearst in the Role
Of Willie the Penman
JOLLIER'S accuses Mr. Hearst of printing forged letters in his
magazine. Mr. Hearst maintains that the letters were stolen
by an honest burglar and that the goods of which he is receiver
arc genuine.
Collier's points out that the letters purporting to have been
signed by John D. Archbold and others are dated from three to
seven years before the particular make of typewriter on which they
are written was manufactured. To this Mr. Hearst replies:
The explanation is very simple. Every one knows that when letters
are put through a letter press, or when a carbon copy is taken, the
secondary copy is often slightly blurred. Every one familiar with the
photographing* process knows that such a copy will not photograph dis
tinctly. The editors of Hearst's Magazine inform the Examiner that
several of the "Standard Oil letters," while clear to the naked eye, could
not be reproduced for the printing press without -first recopying parts
of the typewritten lines in fresh typewriting, so that the print would
show as clearly in the printed pages of the magazine as in the original.
In no other way by the art of printing could what purported to be a fac
simile of an original be made to look like the original. That is the
whole story.
As it happens, that is not the whole story. An interesting
chapter has been omitted. How about the signatures?
The office files of outgoing letters, consisting undoubtedly of
carbon or other facsimiles, were stolen by a bribed negro
attendant and taken to Mr. Hearst. Every business man knows
that the carbon copies' on the outgoing files do not signatures.
Mr. Hearst's story will be whole when lie explains how these faint
carbon copies, which had to be retouched in order to be reproduced
in print, happened to be signed.
The Call is not greatly interested in the spectacle of Reformer
Hearst reforming Reformer Roosevelt by showing his connection
with favored trusts. Let the doodledee strive with the whoopdeedoo
of the earth. BO that righteousness be exalted. Meantime the curious
spectator can form a nebulous conception of what will be doing at
Armageddon.
That Perfect Purity should be caught forging letters in order
to purify the politics of other perfectly pure purities may cause the
godless to scoff, but The Call will indulge in no such ribald merri
ment. It feels only a lively curiosity to see what new depths of
low and mean politics the exponents of righteousness will find it
possible to explore.
We have an abiding confidence in two American traits—fair play
and a sense of humor. Both are being enlisted in the cause of common
sense and patriotism. A few more exhibitions of hypocrisy stripped
of its mask of superior virtue will set the whole nation laughing.
The result will be an immense reaction against this campaign of
lying, slander, impossible promises, theft and forgery, and the vic
tory of the sanity of the country lined up behind the president.
Mr. Hearst is actually forging to good results. It is not often
that such baseness bears such excellent fruit. He should be encour
aged to keep on starring in his fine rendition of Willie the Penman.
COMMENT AND OPINION
AGAIN that justly celebrated bolt out of a clear sky. Greece
and the Balkan states suddenly under arms and on the way to
dine on Turkey. 'Tis a tough old bird and will have some
objections to offer to going to pot.
Misinformation about the Turks is remarkably widespread.
They arc an honorable, well behaved and brave people. No army
in the world has finer fighting men than has the Ottoman.
The Turks will take care of their assailants in handy fashion
on land. At sea they have no power, owing to shameful misgovern
menf for years. And if they had, Italy would soon sink what there
was of it. But in the field the Turk is at home when anybody calls.
The threatened war discloses a new alignment in European
politics. Italy, Greece, Servia, Bulgaria and Montenegro, with a
spirit counterfeit of Russia in the shadows, is a new composite
photograph.
That the war will flraw the great powers into fighting groups
is not probable, however. The great powers are so heavily armed
that they are afraid to fight. The contest would be internecine.
Besides, the work of .the aeroplane scouts in the grand maneuvers
has discouraged confidence in military circles.
The. ignoble grand wars of the future seem destined to be fought
with dollars, commanded by octopuses and fearsome money devils.
BILL FLINN has admitted, under oath, to the senate committee
that he spent more than $100,000 of his own money to finance
the spontaneous popular demand for Mr. Roosevelt in Penn
sylvania. A larger sum was spent in New York. A sum not much
smaller was spent in Massachusetts. The total sums spent in Mr.
Roosevelt's primary campaign, lasting only about sixty days, run
into the millions.
Where did these enormous sums come from?
What are the rich men who gave the money to get in return?
And what chance has a poor man—like La Follette, for instance—in
a primary election, if one single application of this new rule of thumb
for ready made righteousness is to cost a fortune in each state?
Bill Flinn is a notoriously crooked and vicious politician who
has made millions by using political power to get public money
through extravagant contracts. The very money he used to buy
Roosevelt's victory in Pennsylvania represents loot of the tax payers.
What is this man's bargain with his employer? He never did
anything for nothing in all his life. What is he to get from Mr.
Roosevelt ?
What would you honest third term advocates think of Mr. Taft
or of Mr. Wilson if it were proved that Boss Bill Flinn had spent
$100,000 in thirty days to help either of them? Answer that question
to your own conscience and your own common sense.
EVERYBODY'S MAGAZINE is about to inflict Mr. Lawson
upon us again. Well, God's will be done—but to have Tom,
Ted and Hiram all in eruption at once is a bit trying on
the nerves.
Still, there's some balm in Gilead. No magazine has as yet
thought of uncorking the wild ass of the desert. If that awful possi
bility ever eventuates there will be a migration to the tall and uncut
which will tax the standing room capacity of the far woods.
PEG another hole. The great reconstructor has a new remedy
for trusts, warranted not to infringe upon any of the other six
hundred patent medicines manufactured by himself. Day before
yesterday he told a North Carolina audience that all trusts ought to
be put in receivers' hands.
In North Carolina the only trust folks know about is the tobacco
trust. The tobacco growers hate it. The colonel assured tlrem that
his new recipe would choke the tobacco trust till it gave up the
ghost. Great applause for the doctor followed.
Old fashioned practitioners sometimes used what they face-
PHIL FRANCIS
EDITORIAL PAGE OF THE CALL
"You Can't Buy It"
tiously termed the "shotgun prescription." It was made up of a
little of everything that was good for anything and fired into the
patient's interior random, in the hope that some stray shot would
kill the game. They took chances on the survival of the patient.
Our eminent national prescriptionist seems to be fond of the
'shotgun prescription."
THE San Francisco real estate board is opposed to the home rule
taxation amendment, believing that it would result in legislation
inimical to real estate owners.
In these matters experience is much more valuable than iheory.
Victoria and Vancouver business men are constantly coming down
here. Suppose the realty men ask them what has, been the effect
upon real estate of exempting personal property from taxation.
They will learn that never have those cities grown so fast, never'
has capital been so abundant for building purposes, never have real
estate owners made so much profit as under this system.
They will learn that if the matter were to be again submitted
to a referendum in the Canadian cities there would not be enough
votes against the system to wad a shotgun.
Theories do not cut a great deal of ice. Facts are the busy little
boys out on the frozen pond.
Come Girls, Don't Be Bashful!
Let Call Prove You Pretty
Just two days more and then some girl will awaken
Sunday morning to find herself the owner of a fine gold
watch—a present from The Call.
Every office and store down town—in fact, every place
in the city where women are employed—is agog with curi
osity. Every wage earner in San Francisco knows by this
time that The Sunday Call will have a page of photographs
of pretty girls. These girls have been picked to repre
sent the different avenues invaded by woman in her
search for an independent living. Trained nursing, sten
ography, the saleswoman and the bookkeeper, the retoucher
and designer. They are all pretty, but one of them will
be adjudged the prettiest, and that one will find herself
invited to take possession of a handsome watch.
Aside from this, she will be happy in the consciousness
that she is a strong candidate for the trip to Honolulu and
back. Of course, she wilt be the most envied girl In San
Francisco when the news gets about, for what girl is there
who does not long for that trip tropicward?
The lucky one who is awarded the final prize in Decem
ber will find herself soon thereafter numbered among the
passengers on one cf the finest steamers bound for the
islands. All the luxury and repose afforded by the modern
liners will be hers, and when she gets to Hawaii she will
be greeted with wide open arms —tnd only these who have
made the trip know with what delightful hospitality the
people of the islands receive "company" from the mainland.
Nothing is too good for the visitor, and surely, a visitor
never left there except with a vow to return when oppor
tunity allowed. Honolulu is one of the wonder places of
the world.
Pictures of pretty girl wage earners are coming in
steadily, but not nearly fast enough to please the Pretty
Girl Editor. He estimates that there must be at least 20,000
really pretty girls among those who earn wages in this city,
and he is eager to receive photographs in a perfect flood,
so that alt tne world may be shown how beautiful are
the independent daughters of San Francisco.
If you are a pretty girl wage earner send your photo
graph at once. Only a false sense of modesty will heap
you from winning on* of the beautiful watches— one is to
be awarded every Sunday on one of the pictures published
that day, you know—or keep you out of the running for the
grand trip to Honolulu.
If you are merely the friend of a pretty girl wage
earner, do her a great service by seeing that her picture is
sent along promptly.
The pretty girl wage earner will tind Herself in
mighty good company in this contest
Send pictures to the Pretty Girl Editor, The Call,
San Francisco.
THE TARIFF
GEORGE FITCH
Author of "At Good Old Stwaah"
THE tariff is like a revolver. It is
either a menace or a protection,
depending on whether you are op
posing , it or are standing behind it.
If you are opposing the tariff it is
a cruel and hungry monster which
reaches into the dinner bucket of the
poor man and yanks the porterhouse
steak and cold raspberry pie out of it.
If you favor the tariff it is a benevo
lent high board fence which keeps the
cruel monster of foreign competition
from getting at the same dinner pail.
Any way you look at it, the tariff is
Intimately associated with the dinner
pail. A good many people insist that
It is the watch dog of the dinner pail,
while others say that it never pays to
give the dog: the contents of said pail
for watching it.
The tariff lives in the customs house,
but is borrowed by both republican
and democratic parties during , each
campaign and led about the country for
exhibition purposes. When democrats
exhibit the tariff, they do so with great
terror and pale statesmen endeavor to
keep it from breaking out of its cage
and devouring children, three at a gulp.
On the other hand, when republicans
exhibit the tariff they put their arms
lovingly around its neck and claim that
it is as useful in a kitchen as two hired
girls and a gas stove. On the whole,
it is niore fun to be a republican than
a democrat, because a democrat is so
scared of the tariff all through the
campaign that he can't sleep at night.
(Copyrtgfet. 1912. by George Matthow Adams)
PERSONS IN THE NEWS
ME. and MRS. F. C. TALBOT sailed a few ds»«
ago from New York for Bremen on the Kroti
prlneeestn Ceelle, and among others who sailed
on that *hip were Mise M. Fauth. Mrs. Cert
Bales, Master Louis Kales. Mi«s Ida Muller,
Mrs. F. Rowold, Carl ItaWs, Mrs. L. Sehwa
bacher aud Master John Italss.
* * •
H. P. WILSON, a New York capitalist, Is at
the St. Francis. Wilson Is interested iv the
Great Western Power company, aad he has
offered a plan for re-establishing the Cali
fornia Ssfe Deposit and Trust company.
* * *
W. H. SWEET, an official of the Paelfie Tele
phone and Telegraph company, -with head
quarters at Loa Angeles, is a recent arrival
at the Argonaut.
* * *
HENRY BOYLE, who is associated with the
Hotel Potter at Santa Barbara, is spending a
few days at the St. Francis.
* * *
B-, E. CABEIX, commissioner of Intenal revenue,
is at the Palace with L. F. Speer, registered
from Washington, I). C.
DOHAXJ) BARKER, an attorney of Jjtm An
geles, is at tiie He. Francis with B. F. Gra
ham, an oil operator.
* •» # I
JOHN 8. DICKEEeoN, a New v JTk broker; M. •
Spaultlttig and Albert Sill are guests at the
PaUce.
* * #
W, H. EWEIX, a-cider and vinegar manufac
turer of Santa Cruz, is stopping at tae Argo
naut.
» * #
E. T, MFJlitTOy, a Los Angeles automobile man,
is among the arrivals at the St. James.
* « *
D». J. J. BOYER, a physician and rorgeoa of
Las Angeles, is a guest at the Argonaut.
* * *
SB. C. G. BTJSOESS of Detroit is at the Palace
with Mrs. Burgess and Miss Burgess.
* * *
H, H. LAGE, accompauied by H. 0. Lag* of
Merced, is staying at tUe Dale.
# ■> *
MRS. -«, R. BLAIR of Denver is amoag the
arrivals at the Court.
E. LOTOBBirST, a Merced merchant, la regii
tertMl at the Turpin.
* # ♦
9, BARCABOST, a Merced merchant, ia stop
ping at the Dale.
"* # •
C. W. T7TTUS of Coluea ia at the Fairmont
with his family.
* » »
EM , . HERBERT of gait Lake is registered at
the Stanford.
* * *
aWDAU VOROAIT of Tracy it registered at
the Baldwia.
The Workmen
By the POET PHILOSOPHER
ONE works all day and earns two
dollars, and when the toilsome
day Is spent, his cheap dinner pail
he collars ana homeward goes, serene,
content, as he devours his evening
pottage he counts the blessings he
enjoys; he has a neat, unmortgaged
cottage, well filled with happy girls
and boys; his wife, with disposition
sunny, is singing as she prances round:
each week lie save.s a, little money and
puts it safely in the pound. In worldly
blessings he's as wealthy as any plute
In all the land; he thanks his gods that
he is healthy, an,d always has a job on
hand. One works an hour and earns
ten dollars, and then cavorts around
the town, and wrings hie hands and
shrieks and hollers, and tells how he
Is trampled down. He is, he says, the
martyred victim of grafters who too
long have einned; the Wall street
barons deftly kicked him, and govern
ment sat by and grinned. His feelings I
have been badly dented, his dearest
corns are sadiy pinched, and he will
never be contented until some con
gressmen are lynched. The men with
pockets full of guilders are they who
storm around and rage; the toilers,
yeomen, diggers, builders, contented
Work and draw their wage.
omtni. J3HZ, Bf
Letters From the People
RECOGNIZE WORK OF WOMEN
Editor Call: A correspondent in The
Call of September 28 represents the
International Congress of Farm
Women, which Iβ to meet in Lethbridge,
Canada, October 23 next, and In Cali
fornia in a year or two.
Her plea is for a more fitting recog
nition of the true pioneer Women who
have borne "the heat and burden of the
day" than that recently suggested by
the Association of Pioneer Women of
California, viz.: "A statue of imperish
able bronze."
Perhaps it is not generally known
that for 14 years there has been in ex
istence, in the name of California, a
"Women's Agricultural and Horticul
tural union," which primarily repre
sents the wonderful record of California
women in developing the natural re
sources of the state and in extending
its fame. The parent organization was
formed in London in 1899, and has been
in active working operation ever since.
To recognize this wide effort tn the
name of the state; to affiliate with
others of like nature, such as that of
the "International Farm Women;" to
broaden methods of perform, as well
as to lessen the needs of those of
reform, is the privilege before the
women of California.
EMMA SHAFTER HOWARD.
1200 California street.
San Francisco, Sept. 30, 1912.
"Reaches into the dinner bucket and
yanks the porterhouse steak and
rasphei*}; pie out of it."
A democrat will link arms with a tiger
and stroke his whiskers with pleasure,
but let the tariff rise up ever so little
and he shrieks for help from Maine to
California.
Republicans are very kind to the
tariff and point with pride to it? growth
and height. But democrats claim it
should be cut in two close to the tall,
and they would have done so in 1892
when they had the thing tied up, If
they had not been so afraid of it.
We owe a great deal to the tariff,
because it has protected our infant in
dustries until they could grow up and
become carnivorous.
STEPHEN BAWLINGS, a mining engineer, is
at the Rellevue with Mrs. unci Miss Kawllngs,
registering from Los Gatos. Ifawlings sells
on the steamer Peru for Maaatlan, Mexico,
where he will take charge of uls intert»»ts in
tarious mines at San Dimas.
* * *
J. EtTPKBT FOSTER, president of the Chamber
of Commerce of Marj-sviile, and the owner of
■a hotel in his district, is staying at the St.
Francis.
* * *
SttS, B. J. WOODS was among the papxengers
who sailed October 1 on the Keleer Wilbelm
der Grosse from Xew York for London.
* * *
T. L. BLAWCHASD of S«n Jose Is stopping at
the Court.
* * *
W. C. MASOK of Banta Rosa is stopping at the
Staqford.
* *, *
I. L. PATHICK, a Geldft>M mining man, la
among the recent arrivals at the Palace.
* * #
W. J. FEBOTEON of Portland ie a guest at the
Baldwin.
* * *
J. c. KOBEH.TSOX of Modesto is staying at the
Sutter.
Abe Martin
If some folks don't know eomethin'
bad about somebuddy they don't say
nothin*. You kin allus t«JI a self m*de
man if yau'li ksej> your ears open.
. _.
OCTOBER 3, 1912 {
Ferry Tales
THOSE of us
fort v n a t c
enough to
have had grand
mothers know
that in the early
thirtiee there was
no article* of fern-
inine finery that implied social full
dress quite to the same extent aa did
pink stockings.
Of course, not all grandmothers know
about the pink stockings. I met a
grandmother the other day who is
young enough to be her own niece. She
wouldn't even say stockings. The
grandmothers I mean were having ,
their coming out parties 70 years ago.
Furthermore, what the men of today
know about the pink stockings of long ,
ago they acquired largely by extend
ing their ears, for even these granrt
mothers reserved for their granddaugh-.
ters such of their reminiscences as re
lated to stockings.
Dressing for a party In those days
was a serious business and the parties
themselves w*re strenuous affairs. The
girls rose early the day of the party
and started dressing for it by candle
light. The last act of preparation was
the dressing of the hair, then an opera
tion slow, tedious and complicated.
They arrived at the party in tne af«
ternoon. They reached It in sleighs
and wagons. That Is, the girls rod*
in sleighs and wagons. The men rode
alongside on horeebacfc. They danced,
all afternoon and they danced all
evening. At night they took Buck
slumber as could be had sitting: up
right in chairs. This for the preserva
tion of the monuments into which their
hair had bepn weaved and piled- They
spent the next forenoon in dancing and
in the afternoon, unless the party was
an unusually elaborate affair, they re
turned home. For these affairs pink
stockings were invariably -worn.
All of this preliminary to the state
ment that if the young man who
caused such a rumpus on the ferry
steamer San Francisco the other even
ing had listened to the tales his grand
mother told his sisters, he would never
have started the trouble.
On account of the greater variety at
her command it is the fashion of the
girl of today, when planning her social
plumage, to select stockings to match
her dress. The heroine of this story,
a member of Oakland's most exclusive
set, woy a pink grown and, of course,
to match It, she wore flesh colored
stockings, sheer to the point of trans
parency. By the'way of contrast she
was shod in black velvet slippers.
It was the San Francisco's theater
trip, and the girl with the black velvet
shoes was aroused to indignation when
one of the men in the party removed
his overcoat and threw it over her Inn.
She tossed it back and angrily
him that he had crushed her gown.
"That's all right. , ' he said, nervously,
"better have it on." He replaced it and
was careful to see that it covered two
pretty ankles that had been twinkling
rather ostentatiously abiove the velvet
slippers.
"I won't sit here if you do that
again!" This time she stood up and
allowed the overcoat to fall to the
deck. "Whafe the matter with you to
night?"
Then the man !<">st his temper.
"All right: - ' he said. "I don't care if
you don't, but Sf you must know it you
forgot your stockings,"
The moral of this story Is that the
old adage about silence being golden
applies even to pink stockings. Eyee
front!
Joe Rydberg, in a business way, is
a model of mental alertness. The sea
air, however, has a tendency to make
him forgetful, and that may be the
reason why when lie went fishing last
Sunday he forgot that his wife was
waiting for him on the wharf.
The program was for them to go
fishing together. They wetjt to the
wharf in company. The boat they were
to use was not there and Rydberg,
saying that he would call by for his
wife, left in search of the boat. H*
took the fishing tackle and bait with
him and by the time he found the boat
had forgotten all about his wife. It
was not until he had been fishing fo»
about three hours that he bethought
himself of the woman he had deserted.
The fish were not biting, so it WasW
with nothing but regret for his own
thoughtlessness that he pulled 15p the
stone that served as an anchor and
pulled in to the wharf.
* * #
Meanwhile, his wife had been wait
ing. As she waited a number of her
husband's friends appeared on the
scene and from one of them she learned,
that Rydberg had gone fishing alona.
Among these friends was Ja<k Daw
eon of San Rafael, who had been base
flshlns with more than ordinary success.
When somebody spied Rydberg pulling ,
furiously for the wharf Dawson handed
Mrs. K. a five pound bass. Cutting oft
a section of his fishing line and ty
ing thereto a bent pin. Dawson sug
gested that she tell her husband that,
tired of waiting, she had improvised
this fishing tackle and had caught this
bass from the wharf.
His wife cut short Joe's apologies
by exhibiting the tish. Her story of
its capture was confirmed by every
body present.
"What bait did y°u use?" inquired
Rydberg.
This was a point the conspirators
had not covered, but the lady was equal
to the emergency.
"Bass, you know," she said, "have a
sweet tooth. I used a chocolate cream.
Isn't it a beauty?"
The pathetic feature of it is that
Rydberg swallowed the whole story
and has been entertaining his friends
on the ferries with the thrilling tale
of how his wife with a bent pin and
a chocolate cream raptured a
pound bass, which goes to show th*,S
a man with a stricken conscience ia
more gullible than the hungriest bass
that ever wore stripes. Q. Ll C.

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