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 San Francisco is the Heart of the State of California, 
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 "Come, Let Us Consider." 
 
 An Open letter to all San Franciscans and Calif ornians regarding 
 onr beloved city. 
 
 Junk 17th, 1907. 
 D^ar Sir and Madam : 
 
 You doubtless remember that after Noah built the ark he did 
 not immediately enter it with his family but waited patiently for 
 the sign from the Lord which should tell him the proper time 
 and moment had arrived when he should seek refuge there from 
 the rising waters which were to engulf the world. In some 
 curious way when reading that story in my childhood, I took 
 on the idea that this was like a f airy . tal^ and meantf 1 something 
 symbolical or applicable to every family and every v father Noah 
 who built a house for his little tribe to occupy. > ; And. as time 
 has gone on, more and more does th<r pa^atle please' my sense 
 of the picturesque in the practical. 
 
 Is it not a fact that every true home is an ark of refuge 
 to the family? Does not the welfare of the State, nay of the 
 nation, the race itself depend upon the well-being of the Home? 
 
 Many tremendous things have happened in our beloved city 
 of San Francisco during the last twelve-month. In spite of 
 everything, her promise is greater than ever before. Who that 
 beholds the wonderful sight of those splendid buildings arising 
 with such rapidity as if an Aladdin were directing some Genie- 
 of-the-lamp to do his bidding, can fail to be bewildered? Pigmy 
 man takes on the proportions of a giant when we see such work 
 going on as this before our very eyes. Such confidence as this 
 is more than inspiring, it is positively infectious. Are these 
 builders of great hostelries to do it all and are we who have no 
 skill in iron, construction or concrete, who are not architects nor 
 carpenters nor iron-workers, to sit by idly, giving no helping 
 hand ? 
 
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Have we no share in all this tremendous upbuilding of the 
 fair city of our love? Ah, yes we have, the very smallest and 
 weakest of us, the very children themselves have part and parcel 
 in all this superb work which is lying near to our heart and to 
 our hand. What is the great city after all but an aggregation of 
 homes and we are the ones who can see to it that these dear 
 homes are protected and succored and built up from the inside 
 out and the outside in. No city can live by hotels alone, no 
 matter how splendid they may be. It is Captain Noah and Mrs. 
 Noah with their family safe in the refuge of the Ark — the home 
 — that makes us anything at all, among the cities or the nations 
 or the races. We have many traveling Bedouins going hither 
 and yon, and they must find splendid entertainment wherever 
 they may go, but the heart of the nation is to be found in the 
 home. 
 
 What are we doing at the present time for the fostering and 
 protecting of this Sacred Heart of the City which we so dearly 
 love? Each individual is working and striving for its own par- 
 ticular little sacred spot with anxious care and worried almost 
 beyond belief. Business,*. is: crippled, needless excitements are 
 thrust upon them, featful noises fill the streets, reckless drivers 
 threaten, lite at every :tunv, The day was in our city when a 
 lady cbuid walk out at night 'without a thought and go on her 
 way in all innocence and confidence. San Francisco was the 
 safest city in the world for any one who wished to walk instead 
 of ride no matter how dark the hour. 
 
 We represent a mighty force — we of the homes if only we 
 would work together collectively. Individually we stand as only 
 one. Why should we not unite for our common good and do 
 some upbuilding for our beloved city as well as are doing the 
 iron-workers and the architects and the construction men for the 
 benefit of the mighty piles for business purposes? 
 
 The time has arrived for us to go into the Ark and escape 
 the miseries of the Ail-Outside. We must have a place that 
 even the great waves of business, of politics, of tumult and per- 
 sonal selfishness will respect and regard. 
 
 The Ark floated safely you remember and the rainbow of 
 Peace shone above it. That is what the home should be to : day 
 and I will show that it is our duty to make it so, if only out of 
 self-defence, out of self-protection for our own preservation. 
 
We cannot afford to ignore the signs of the times. In years 
 to come let those who follow after, sit in judgment upon us and 
 call us selfish and over-reaching if they will for our neglect 
 of the present, which we are about to bequeathe to them when 
 we ourselves have turned to ashes. Selfishness and graspingness 
 may be excuses for those who view life from a material stand- 
 point. But there is worse that may be laid to our doors. They 
 who come after may call us wickedly stupid. To-day we lay 
 up enmity against those New England sea-captains who brought 
 over the poor captives from Africa to revenge themselves upon 
 us in a thousand ways for a thousand years. Can we afford to 
 ignore that warning? Most certainly not. 
 
 It is a matter of individual interest to each man and woman 
 and child what kind of people are coming into our midst to 
 become our neighbors. 
 
 The word has been flashed across the wires that a committee 
 of gentlemen from Washington, D. C, will soon be in our midst 
 to effect a compromise between the car-strikers and the strike- 
 breakers, and between other antagonistic forces at the present 
 time destroying the peace and comfort of our beloved city. 
 
 "This is a consummation most devoutly to be wished," never- 
 theless would it not be a most gratifying thing to all concerned 
 if some way out of the difficulties now afflicting us, could be 
 discovered and put into effect before the arrival of these 
 strangers? Would it not speak well for all of us if the "golden 
 mean" could be agreed upon between the conflicting parties and 
 peace be restored as a surprise to them when they step off the 
 ferry-boat and put foot to the soil of our blessed city? 
 
 Now I know well enough that neither of the gentlemen, rep- 
 resentative of the railroads nor of the carmen's union, is at all 
 happy over the present state of affairs. I know that if a way could 
 be pointed out by which they could retreat from their present posi- 
 tions obtaining "peace with honor," that they would hail it with 
 unspeakable joy, as much so, if not more, than would the entire 
 city of hundreds of thousands of souls. Therefore it is with 
 confidence that I bring this appeal to you to rise as one and 
 demand that this compromise be accepted — this compromise 
 founded upon absolute justice to the homes which are the founda- 
 tion of all our prosperity and well-being. 
 
 "What is it?" you ask. Let us look into this thing a little, 
 
probing for the reason why the carmen have plunged us into 
 this present difficulty. 
 
 The answer 'is only too self-evident. It is owing to the ex- 
 orbitant demands of the landlords and property-owners for almost 
 prohibitive rent for the houses. In order to survive at all, most 
 of the families have had to turn their arks of refuge into lodging- 
 houses. This will do for single couples, but not for the man 
 and wife with a little brood of children to rear. He must have 
 light, space, air and decency for their protection. Therefore, he 
 must earn more per day in order to pay more for rent. 
 
 The idea of this increase, however, does not meet with the 
 approval of the railroads. The managers must see to it that 
 a good interest comes in from the investment of the capital 
 entrusted to them and they want cheap men, not dear ones, in 
 their employ. What is the landlord's rent-bill to them? If the 
 wages of the carmen won't meet the higher rent demanded of 
 them, it is not their affair, they say. "Why the devil do these 
 men get married and have families if they can't support them?" 
 . On the other hand the carmen who are arrayed against the 
 railroads demand unreasoningly, that every man of them, single 
 or married, with broods of young or not,- shall each and all 
 receive the additional compensation, thus running up the wages 
 which may be required to suit this present difficult time to a 
 price which will be more than adequate to the time soon coming 
 when more houses will be built and the rents will have to come 
 down. 
 
 The manager of the railroads perceives that once this standard 
 is set, it will act as a club held over their own heads for the 
 future, for once established it will be almost impossible to put it 
 back again. Therefore on the one side as the representative of 
 the money-interest he hardens his heart, and on the other as the 
 exponent of the carmen's union, the other man hardens his heart. 
 And there we are, ground between the upper and lower mill- 
 stones ! 
 
 The whole city is thus thrown into a state of conflict which 
 threatens to disrupt us if it continues much longer, and so dis- 
 tinguished strangers are now coming to bid us be good children 
 and not upset the whole nation by our antics. That is how it 
 appears to the outside world. 
 
 In a time of common calamity it behooves all classes to unite 
 
for the common weal. Why should we permit this state of 
 affairs to go on? What lesson for the future can we learn from 
 the struggle through which we are now passing so that such 
 destroying conflicts may not soon again rise to disturb our peace 
 and well-being? What slogan shall we raise? What banner 
 shall we fling on high in earnest of our desires for the continuous 
 welfare of our suffering, yet even still beautiful city of San 
 Francisco — the Pride of the Pacific. 
 
 Can this be done, you ask? Is there any such touchstone to 
 prove the difference between the false and the true? between 
 gold and alloy? Is there any slogan which will fit all things, 
 civic and domestic? any banner that will do to fight under for 
 both factions — the corporations and the unions? for aggregated 
 wealth and the individual man? 
 
 There is, there is — I protest there is ! 
 
 You say you cannot believe it, that their interests are op- 
 posed, that the one must resist the aggressions of the other or 
 chaos and misrule must result. I say "No !" most emphatically. 
 I say most earnestly and devoutly, "We all are one." What 
 is truly good for the individual man is good for the corporation, 
 and what is truly good for the corporation, is good for the 
 individual man. I can prove this by facts gleaned from ex- 
 perience. 
 
 From my childhood I have grown up in the atmosphere of 
 corporate interests and I have seen the two go together hand 
 in hand. I shall never forget the first time the idea of a rail- 
 road-interest was brought into the conception of my childish 
 mind. I waked from my sleep to see my father sitting up all 
 night writing the speech that he was to deliver the following 
 day in the Nevada legislature, giving the right of way to the 
 Central Pacific railroad to pass through that State. I would 
 drowsily watch him as he wrote at a white heat dropping down 
 upon the floor beside him sheet after sheet, trying thus to keep 
 pace with the rapidity of the thoughts thus surging through 
 him, and when he won the next day, I rejoiced, child as I was. 
 No one knows better than I the value to a people of quick 
 transit. But something else I also learned from him. 
 
 That night made a railroad man of my father. But in after 
 years when he sold lots to build the towns along that winding 
 road that opened the great highway to the peoples of the East, 
 
he always used his power for the benefit of both railroad and 
 people. He represented both, he was the father of seven children ! 
 He saw to it that certain lots were set /apart for schools, for 
 churches, that every point that was good for the well-being 
 of the family should have the first consideration. This method 
 of his brought the very best kind of citizens to these towns, those 
 who came to stay, to build up the little hamlets into a common- 
 wealth. Thousands of gamblers, adventurers, speculators, min- 
 ers and wanderers would come and go, spending their nights 
 drinking and gambling in the saloons, but the men of family 
 built their little homes, planted little gardens, and placed their 
 children in the public schools, and the mothers had them attend- 
 ing church and Sunday school. It would be a foolish question 
 to ask, "Which of these was a better class to attract to the 
 town?" 
 
 Thus it came to pass whenever he had any power, the rail- 
 road made friends and built up homes and was benefitted by the 
 incoming of this class of citizens, and this class of citizens was 
 benefitted by the railroad. This was a masterly policy. Had 
 it been carried out consistently all along the line far better off 
 should we all be to-day as a result, both railroads and individuals. 
 But the cold-hearted, grasping, avaricious Eastern policy crept 
 into our midst slowly and insidiously, casting the frost of sus- 
 picion upon everything and in its deadly enmity subsidizing 
 men and destroying confidence. Instead of considering the good 
 of the greatest number, instead of encouraging the growth of 
 civic welfare, for its own ultimate good, the policy of these 
 incoming managers grew to be one that grasped for everything 
 in reach at any cost. 
 
 It is such an old story that it could be said of us, as the 
 old fishwoman did of the eels. "Oh, it don't hurt 'em any more," 
 she said, "Why they're used to being skinned." 
 
 And this is where we are wickedly stupid. We ought not 
 to get used to it. We should protest against this cold-hearted, 
 grasping, avaricious Eastern policy being further introduced 
 for the ruining of the homes and families of the Pacific Coast 
 and our adorable City of the Golden Gate. 
 
 Our fathers and mothers migrated from that cold and over- 
 civilized East to reach this free Western land of the sunset. 
 Overcrowding produces over-civilization and its attendant evils, 
 
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and this causes the aggregation of wealth which divides the 
 people into classes, thus — the rich, the parasites who live upon 
 them, the respectable middle-class which is the backbone of the 
 nation, and. finally, the derelicts, those wrecks of humanity who 
 have gone to ruin in the struggle of survive. 
 
 One has only to live in London for four years to see these 
 distinctions carried out in all their awfulness, where two hundred 
 thousand men, women and children walk the streets every night 
 for lack of shelter, and hundreds of thousands more are herded 
 in together under conditions which are unspeakable. Over- 
 civilization is a worse condition than savagery, for at least one 
 has air to breathe and space to turn around in of which the 
 former is deprived. No slave black or white is more to be 
 pitied than these freeborn English who have sunk into the hope- 
 less ranks of the derelicts of civilization. 
 
 Our grandparents belonging to the respectable middle-class 
 of many nations, with brains and intelligence and a mighty 
 courage, left Europe behind them to escape these conditions 
 and to work out their destiny in the new world. Our fathers 
 and mothers, their descendants, in the same spirit resolved to 
 leave their Eastern homes for farther West, and heroically they 
 crossed the plains in ox-teams, or came by ship to reach this 
 land of promise. Out of that fortitude and splendid endurance 
 have we the natives of this land come forth. We are white 
 people with the heritage of Magna Charta and the Declaration 
 of Independence and Patrick Henry's "Give me Liberty or 
 give me Death," running like an alchemy in our veins. 
 
 We have not made of this land a Fiji Island for some brutal 
 captain to come along and annex to his kingdom on the other 
 side of the world. Nor even yet some pitiful South American 
 republic for some enterprising contractor to enter, build his 
 railroad and then demand the whole country in payment for this 
 generosity with all the people thrown in and their immortal souls 
 as well. 
 
 Railroads come too high that are to be paid for in immortal 
 souls — in the honor of its citizens. In our innocence and ignor- 
 ance and in our gratitude for transportation we have failed to 
 grasp the real meaning of things — we have given away priceless 
 boons of our freedom for a mess of pottage. We have allowed 
 brutal captains of passing ships to obtain possession of precious 
 
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franchises with the right to transfer them to whomsoever they 
 pleased. But that was in the days of our stupidity and ignor- 
 ance. 
 
 We are sons and daughters of the white race — the Aryans 
 who came out of some mysterious Mid-Gard to people Europe 
 and America and we doubtless have the intelligence to continue, 
 and to go on our triumphant way. I pray that it may be so. 
 
 The fateful moment has arrived, however. We shall have to 
 face the situation bravely, and contrive deliberately how to meet 
 it. Every man, woman and child will have to be enlisted as 
 one in heart and thought to ward off the unseen foes now at 
 work. Is our country worth it, is our city worth it? How can 
 we ask the question ! This is no time for indifference, for 
 triviality. We all are concerned in this matter. There is no 
 escape from responsibility. In civic welfare each one is his 
 brother's keeper. That fact was abundantly proved the day the 
 Almighty walked the streets of San Francisco on April 18th, 
 1906, and we have been trying to clear up ever since, in men 
 as well as bricks. 
 
 What we want here now is honest work and how are we 
 going to get it? 
 
 In 1849 there went forth a clarion call to all the world 
 crying "Gold is found in California!" During 1906-7 another 
 voice has been heard around the planet, "Work is to be had in 
 San Francisco!" And the latter cry has been as potent as the 
 former in starting men from many nations in this direction. 
 What kind of men are these arriving every day to swell our 
 population? That is what should concern us. If they come 
 unattached merely as adventurers to prey upon us, and to do 
 no upbuilding they ought to be discouraged. We should see 
 to it that derelicts have no favors here. It would be a pity in 
 this mood of desperation between the carmen and the railroads 
 if we should add to our ranks of bad citizenship to be reckoned 
 with for many years yet before us. 
 
 It would be like the stupid policy prevailing in New York 
 City which has brought swarms of Sicilians and Corsicans into 
 its midst, owing to the greedy steamship companies who drum- 
 med them up from their native shores for the sake of a petty 
 ten or fifteen dollars a head. These creatures who are well 
 enough as brigands in their own country have introduced their 
 
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methods of living into the proud city of the Atlantic and as 
 "Black Hands" they extort money 'from helpless parents by 
 stealing their children for ransom and thus keep the families 
 in a constant state of dread. Why should we not take warning 
 and avoid bringing Black Hands into our midst to further add 
 to our problems of government. If a force could be created 
 in this community in favor of protection of the home, if certain 
 benefits could be conferred on the man who is striving to main- 
 tain a home for wife and family as against the wanderer and 
 adventurer, the good word would soon travel across the conti- 
 nents and bring to us the kind of population that would make 
 for the welfare of our city. 
 
 Suppose for instance, a proposition should be submitted to 
 the managers of any opposing factions — the one who controlled 
 a monopoly, and the men who were demanding a raise in wages 
 under the threat of ceasing work or permitting others to take 
 their places, such as follows — that the men with families be 
 placed upon a list — the property owners be requeste'd to make 
 easier terms with them for the rent, and a small increase in 
 wage be granted to them — on a graduated scale according to 
 the number of children they have. This would be a compromise 
 founded on absolute justice. Those who had no families to 
 submit to the terms for the sake of the community at large and 
 in interest of the home which one day they too would have. 
 
 Why should not there be created a force of public opinion 
 like this to bring about a better feeling between all classes? 
 Sir Francis Bacon says, "He who hath wife and children hath 
 given hostages to fortune." We all should gain by this arrange- 
 ment and favoring of the family-man for they bear a sense of 
 responsibility which makes them more interested in our civic 
 welfare. That this policy was thoroughly understood by the 
 old C. P. R. R. is shown by the fact that in Sacramento when 
 their clerks got married they gave them an increase of. "$25 a 
 month,- because they considered their service to be more valu- 
 able in consequence to themselves. 
 
 Why should we not learn from them this wise policy? Why 
 not recognize this law of being and make a distinction between 
 the man in employment — between those who are the support 
 of a family and those who are foot-free and transient, able to 
 go hither and yon without caring for schools or having any 
 
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regard for our social system? As I marvel at the wonderful 
 buildings going up so rapidly at the hand of iron-workers and 
 carpenters, so also do I feel a sense of awe at the maternal and 
 paternal love and patience necessary to the upbuilding of the 
 family. If I should have been so unfortunate as to have been 
 reared ignorant of the thought of an eternal Father above all, 
 I could not escape discovering it for myself when I behold such 
 devotion, such tenderness as are revealed to me from these 
 parents who are caring for their broods here in this city. I 
 feel myself moved to my innermost being and in the presence 
 of something holy so that I am compelled to say, "There must 
 be a God, where else could such sublimity of patience and 
 sacrifice come from to earth?" It is a glimpse from something 
 beyond. 
 
 And yet in our wicked stupidity, we go blundering along, 
 unseeing, unthinking, forgetting this great power which can set 
 all our troubles to rights if only we give it half a chance to live 
 and be. 
 
 To those who comprehend the real status of affairs, it seems 
 almost devilish, certainly most inhuman, the ingenuity with 
 which social custom at the present time apparently tries to de- 
 stroy the family. Every kind of an enemy seeks to prey upon 
 the family-man. He is goaded and driven by the landlord, b'y 
 the employer, by edicts against gray hairs, by childish public 
 opinion, yet he bears his burden bravely. Without this man 
 and his wife we should have no social system. As soon as we 
 get up into the classes where there is no work, the breed dies 
 out. For our own preservation we must foster this man and 
 his brood. 
 
 I know that hare-brained orators and writers think they have 
 said something eloquent when they hurl the word "proletariat" at 
 our people, but, we have no such class in this country. That 
 word obtains properly only among the beggars of an over- 
 crowded civilization — the very state of affairs that we desire to 
 prevent. The only beings in our land who can roam about 
 and work not are the tramps and they seem to be unattached. 
 The very kind of mortals we ought to lessen the numbers of, 
 not add to their ranks. 
 
 In France, in the final throes of despair over the threatened 
 dying out of their race, they are claiming the illegitimates and 
 
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providing for them. But it will not avail. It is not the indi- 
 vidual child unattached that will be of any ultimate benefit to 
 France. It is the family unit — the father, mother and child that 
 makes for a substantial foundation for the social and industrial 
 success of a nation and a race. 
 
 At this present moment we are hanging in the balance. Shall 
 San Francisco be a place of homes or a corner of the earth 
 given over to the lawless, the adventurer, the irresponsible? One 
 has but to go about as I have done, and ask of the passer-by, 
 "What is the name of this street? Is it Taylor or Jones?" to 
 discover the fact that the city is full of strangers who know 
 nothing about the old streets, and who speak with an accent 
 not common to ourselves. Their manners too are different 
 from those of the old Californians. 
 
 Some of them are even sneering in their replies which at 
 once tells the story of their newness to the country. True Cali- 
 fornians are always gentle and kindly in speech to women and 
 children. Every woman, every child is to them an object to be 
 protected. 
 
 "Their speech betrayeth them," says Chaucer. 
 
 How shall we proceed so as to gather in these newcomers 
 and make of them an element similar to the old material of 
 which social San Francisco is composed? How shall we revive 
 the old San Francisco spirit so that they cannot escape the infec- 
 tion of its mighty influence? By organizing for the express 
 purpose of creating sentiment to that end. 
 
 The world is ruled by sentiment. Sentiment can conquer 
 kings where force fails. 
 
 Recall to your mind the story of the insignificant little green 
 leaf of Ireland which was for ages a symbol to them of all they 
 held dear — but which one sorrowful day, the conqueror decreed 
 they should cease to wear on pain of punishment, and perhaps 
 death. What was it that happened as a result? 
 
 Did these conquered people throw it down and forget all 
 about the meaning of this little green leaf? Did they go on 
 to other things more worthy of a subjugated people? Did they 
 build railroads and go into commercial pursuits with all that 
 bottled-up energy of theirs to make their land a success 
 financially ? 
 
 No one has ever gone from the Giant's Causeway in the 
 
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north to County Clare on the southwest where the mighty 
 Shannon flows into the Atlantic, can forget those endless miles 
 of untilled fields and unpeopled stretches of land, which mark 
 Ireland so peculiarly. Where is the smoke of her factories? 
 where are the industries that should be hers? What then is 
 the matter with them? where are the sons and daughters of 
 this island? 
 
 They have been emigrating instead — going forth all over 
 the world to every land singing, 
 
 "Oh,- Paddy, dear, and did you hear 
 The news that's going 'round, 
 The Shamrock is forbidden law 
 To grow on Irish ground?" 
 
 And other lands have heard it and have sung it too — for how 
 many years — perhaps a hundred and then what happened? 
 
 The day came at last when the conquerors were being worsted 
 in a war in South Africa and some sons of the green island 
 saved the day and brought victory instead of defeat. And the 
 King's wife who was a beautiful princess of Denmark begged 
 that the decree against the little green leaf be lifted and these 
 brave fighters be allowed once more to wear their native emblem, 
 and it was granted. It then came to pass that upon that fol- 
 lowing 17th of March, after a hundred years of ban upon it 
 or thereabouts, by the word of the Danish princess and English 
 Queen that quantities of the forbidden plant were sent to the 
 Irish soldiers in Africa as their sweetest gift and reward and 
 they wore them on their breasts with the tears filling their eyes 
 and their hearts bursting. 
 
 Not only that! All the officers and soldiers in the army 
 wore them, and also the Court and the people at home in the 
 Conqueror's own land in honor of the brave Irish who had 
 won the battle for them. 
 
 I was living in London at the time and I saw it all with 
 my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. And last March 
 in New York city everybody was buying little leaves of green 
 and wearing them — just because it was the fashion. I know of 
 a German grandmother — a lady of wealth and refinement — who 
 pinned them proudly upon the breasts of her younglings as a 
 mark of distinction even while she smiled to me. 
 
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"All the world is Irish on the Seventeenth of March," she 
 said excusingly, "even we Germans have to come in." 
 
 And all this was done because of sentiment — because of loy- 
 alty to a bit of green. But did you ever see the real plant 
 itself? 
 
 I had often taken notice of oxalis and clover and kindred 
 species and had an idea that the celebrated emblem so famed 
 and sung and extolled was much larger and more beautiful 
 than all others. A surprise was awaiting me. 
 
 An Irish lady of culture came to me on that great day in 
 London for her' people and presented me with • a queer little 
 bunch of green stuff rolled up and too tender to tie into a nose- 
 gay. "I have brought it to you," she said proudly, "it came 
 to me this morning from Ireland." 
 
 "What is it," I asked eagerly, noting her suppressed emotion 
 as she spoke. 
 
 She laughed as if for the generations past and gone who 
 had died broken-hearted and she had been spared to see their 
 triumph. "It's the Shamrock so long forbidden by law to grow 
 on Irish ground !" 
 
 "Yes, yes," I said full of enthusiasm, "but where is it?" 
 
 "There, in your hand, woman ! Can't you see it ?" she de- 
 manded. 
 
 To tell the truth, it was all strings and stems twisted into a 
 bunch, but after a while I perceived the microscopic leaves, so 
 small and insignificant as not to be worth mentioning. 
 
 "But " I stammered, "this can't be a good speciman — 
 
 it is so dwarfed." 
 
 "That's Irish Shamrock," said she admiringly, "that's the 
 way it grows in Ireland, but once you transplant it to any 
 other place and it begins to grow big right away. That's the 
 way we know the genuine Shamrock because it is small like 
 that." 
 
 What a true symbol indeed, I thought to myself as I scanned 
 it over, for let a child of Ireland go to any other land and it 
 does "grow big right away." It was a revelation ! The leaf 
 was nothing, it was the sentiment that was in the hearts of 
 the people who held it dear to them with thousands of mem- 
 ories back of it, that had produced this marvel. And to-day, 
 I can see that the story of the Shamrock is still going on — 
 
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revivals of ancient Irish things — language, dancing, games, and 
 legends — are in progress — all a part of that same sentiment. 
 
 We here in our beloved city of our beloved land have suf- 
 fered, yet our hearts are brave. Buildings are rising and the 
 commercial side of things is being attended to — for that is our 
 bread and butter. But we shall not survive by bread and butter 
 alone!. 
 
 We must also have sentiment or the best that is ours will 
 pass away. From our heritage in this land of ours we have 
 much that is beautiful to make life charming — a taste for music 
 and art and culture and manners. 
 
 Can we afford to let the incomers wipe all that out? 
 
 From the Southerners, descendants of mighty clans of Aryan 
 stock we have a splendid pride of spirit which knows no defeat 
 yet which in all states, whether in riches or poverty, reveals 
 the courtesy of kings to all, whether small or great. ■ 
 
 Can we afford to let the newcomers destroy all this? 
 
 From our Pioneer fathers and mothers of Puritan descent, 
 men and women of honor and of stainless names, we have be- 
 come heirs to examples of fortitude in time of privation. Shall 
 we let their standards perish, and permit instead the notorious 
 and the shameless and the mercenary to order our affairs? 
 
 What we need is to call upon the men and women of the 
 outlying districts to give us their sympathy and help, for in the 
 country the splendid old Californian spirit burgeons and blos- 
 soms in all its glory. That is the power that will save our city. 
 We are all one. San Francisco is the heart of the State of Cali- 
 fornia and when the heart is affected the whole body must suffer 
 in sympathy. California is San Francisco and San Francisco 
 should be California. We shall simply have to see to it that 
 she comes under the power of the homes once more. And the 
 country cannot afford to sit spineless in the face of these dangers, 
 but must rouse herself to run in occasionally to the back-door in 
 her sunbonnet with a pat of butter or a loaf of bread in her 
 hand or a smile of encouragement on her lips and in her eyes 
 to tide over a hard time spiritually as she is already doing 
 materially. For what she gives she will receive back again a 
 thousandfold. That is the beauty of giving. 
 
 I met a charming and thoughtful young woman in the cars 
 
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the other day who tried to help the stranger of a conductor 
 to let me off at Capp street at the right number. We talked 
 together as two women sometimes will and she said this : "We 
 all know that in unity there is strength and without unity there 
 is disruption — I am beginning to fear for our city — it almost 
 seems as if the way things are going now that it will soon be 
 beyond redemption." 
 
 But she forgot about the country — the country is a place of 
 homes and the homes set all things straight. One has only to 
 go out a few miles from the city-limits to be at home in old 
 California full of courtesy, manners and good will. Why when 
 I went Healdsburg they did not give me a key for my room 
 at the hotel. They said I could latch the door when I was 
 inside. But I informed them that I wanted to lock it when I was 
 outside as I was going to leave my satchel while I took a walk. 
 I saw nudging and smiles going on and realized- that it was 
 ridiculous to be so suspicious of the good inhabitants of this 
 little town. 
 
 "Excuse me, I am just from New York city," I explained. 
 The next day I left my satchel in a buggy and it went to the 
 stable. Of course I was anxious as I was miles out in the 
 country away from the town. But bless you — it was the other 
 people who had taken on themselves the care of that bit of 
 luggage — a family I did not know at all drove up that evening 
 and asked for the lady^ who forgot her satchel — and there it 
 was. Property is safe where the home-spirit prevails. And the 
 home-spirit prevails in the country. 
 
 And when I went out into the country beyond the limits of 
 Haywards, only a short distance from our city, I found every- 
 one, man, woman and child, nodding and wishing me, "Good 
 day," as we passed along the roads, and even asking me if 
 I would have a lift, when they rode along with conveyance. 
 I know that will seem like a romantic tale of some ancient time, 
 but I insist that is now at this very date. If you do not believe 
 it just take a run over to that very pretty little town — growing 
 now very fast with the incoming people and see it for your- 
 selves. You will find them altogether friendly and neighborly, 
 just as we all should be even here in our dear city if only we 
 were not partially deranged by the outrageous conditions now 
 
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prevailing. But it must come if only we can learn how to get 
 back to the old customs and ways. 
 
 How shall we go to work to unite the city and country, 
 then? 
 
 We must all agree first of all that we do want to unite. As 
 an expression of this desire wear a little emblem — a flower 
 upon your breast. Nothing so cheered and comforted me upon 
 my return to the city of my love as the sight of men going 
 about, in rough working clothes, with a flamboyant blossom 
 over their hearts — indicative of the courage within. I knew 
 them — they were the old San Franciscans — nothing could daunt 
 them. 
 
 Why should we not choose a yellow flower to wear, as sym- 
 bolical of the poppy that is native to our soil, and belongs to 
 the country itself? 
 
 Then we shall know each other when we meet. 
 
 Slowly and cautiously we must organize in small groups, 
 here and there, for the express purpose of creating a mighty 
 sentiment for the revival of the old San Franciscan spirit — for 
 the express purpose of Californianizing the newcomers and 
 strangers in our gates. Not only men and women but also the 
 children must be wakened up to the need of this effort for the 
 preservation of ourselves and our city from the hideous mer- 
 cenary working now going on in our midst. 
 
 We need social life to modify commercial life. 
 
 We must get back the good old Tivoli with its operas and 
 fine music — the fine old progressive Tivoli that gave us "Cav- 
 alieria Rusticana" before even New York had it. We must 
 have "Ballad Concerts" with our own girls singing for us 
 instead of indulging in so much mechanical music. Give the 
 girls home-audiences and then they won't have to become 
 wanderers in foreign lands to have their beautiful voices appre- 
 ciated. We must have Frank Gilder Concerts and Camilla Urso 
 Concerts like in the old days when all the country came to the 
 city to sing for us. Even now we should be preparing for a 
 monster concert to give that magnificent "Ode to Irrigation" 
 which has been composed in Salt Lake, and which is a master- 
 piece. I heard it in New York two years ago — and it is being 
 given in Sacramento — but poor San Franciscan people are left 
 
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out in the cold with only music-hall selections set before them 
 to satisfy their music-hungry souls.* 
 
 We must listen to our boys debating- questions of the day, 
 we must see our children dancing and having a little joy in 
 life before they too are mothers and fathers — even the parents 
 should be dancing the lancers and quadrilles as they do on 
 the frontier all together, where life has some joy in it and 
 formalism is done away with in the midst of breaking the wilder- 
 ness. We must be alive, we must be young always, we must 
 make life joyous. We must have jeu d' esprit. 
 
 We must help our artists to live — we must encourage home 
 production. They must paint pictures of the home. I can give 
 them a subject which will make a genre equal to any I have 
 seen at any of the great Expositions. It could be entitled, "The 
 Labors of Nelly." The scene is of a kitchen — the clock points 
 to midnight — a little shoe and sock fallen upon the floor show 
 that the babe has been washed and put to bed. The school- 
 books reveal that another larger child is also asleep. A man's 
 hat and his absence from the scene very clearly assures that he 
 is reposing. m But the fire is going as the steam from the kettle 
 reveals and the irons are on and the ironing-board stands wait- 
 ing with sprinkled clothes upon it — the work is not yet done — 
 that is evident. 
 
 On the kitchen-table are lying a lot of beans — large red beans 
 of the Spanish variety — sorted in two piles — those that have 
 been picked and those that have not — and there we find the 
 genius of the household — sweet Nelly, the mother and the wife 
 — and she is fast asleep, her head upon her arm like an innocent 
 child overcome by exhaustion. That is the inner life going on 
 in our city to-day, but who knows or appreciates it? That 
 is the silver lining to any cloud upon our political or social 
 existence. 
 
 We can get along without almost anybody but "Nelly" — she 
 holds the family together. Therefore she )is worthy of the 
 artists' attention. 
 
 Then also we must encourage our sculptors to give us statues 
 
 *This composition was given in San Francisco by the Choir from Salt Lake City, 
 September 5th, but not even the Press comprehended the greatness of the work, 
 and the city was too dumb to appreciate it. 
 
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of home-life. I remember a saying of the late Senator 
 White that is worthy of being immortalized in bronze. He 
 was giving an oration in Chicago and telling of the work of 
 the Pioneers in the up-building of California. But he was not 
 content to tell of the man's part alone. He stopped to add these 
 words, "And the Pioneer mother — what was her task in all this 
 privation and breaking of the wilderness? The only church we 
 knew was around our mother's knees." 
 
 Let us have Tilden or some other of our gifted scupltors 
 place this group among those other beautiful and spirited works 
 of art now giving us joy and delight amid the turmoil of Market 
 street. 
 
 And also we must buy the songs our poets sing — or else 
 encourage those of more talent to enter the field. We need them 
 all — poets and musicians and singers and artists and sculptors 
 — we perish without them ! 
 
 We cannot carry bricks all day or make money all day — and 
 night too ! There is something else in life besides thinking of 
 money or carrying bricks all the time. Our motto should be, 
 "Work, Play and Rest." 
 
 We have no rich and no poor in San Francisco. Just to 
 live here in this climate makes us all rich. We have no suf- 
 ferings to bear from excessive heat or excessive cold. The man 
 who makes money with his brains and the man who gives his 
 service for money both are working-men in this land of Cali- 
 fornia, only one gets up earlier in the morning and stops sooner. 
 His wife can set as good a table for him as the other man gets 
 — for this is a land of plenty. 
 
 I know that this is so for I have eaten at both tables in the 
 last few months. The quality was as good at each only less in 
 variety and excess of bill of fare — at the one table — but in honor 
 to the house-wife let it be said, the preparation of the food was 
 delicious. 
 
 A new but very old idea has crept into our city lately that 
 of owning homely little houses on a bit of land in preference 
 to paying rent for flats and this makes for homes — and homes 
 make for good government. Is not this what we desire most 
 of all in this, our native land? 
 
 And when we have done all this, when we have instituted 
 
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 all these methods for making life pleasanter and better and more 
 joyous, with music and song and art and good-fellowship, what 
 do we ask in return? 
 
 Just one thing, and it is told in two words, "Honest Work." 
 There would be no encouragement for us all to unite to do this 
 great thing simply to take a viper to our breast to warm into 
 life which by so doing would destroy our own. We are not 
 going to be so madly optimistic as to think that words will 
 take the place of deeds. Not one of us, whether well supplied 
 or not with the where-withal to purchase what we desire — 
 wishes to be cheated. We want our dollar's worth when we 
 pay a dollar — we want our dime's worth when we pay a dime. 
 
 I had planned to build another house on my lot in San 
 Francisco. I saw the architect and asked about employing men. 
 He told me they would have to have six dollars a day. "Of 
 course," he said frankly, "they will want to be sitting down and 
 smoking at ten o'clock and you will have to keep after them 
 to get the work out of them. But then that is what every one 
 has to be doing in San Francisco, these days." 
 
 This observation struck me peculiarly. The money I was 
 to have paid to these men in return for this niggardly labor 
 of theirs had been earned hardly and honestly and had been 
 saved carefully. There had been no smoking at ten o'clock in 
 the morning nor at any other hour of the day or night, there 
 had been no drinking and no card-playing to kill time along 
 the route where that coin came from — else there would have 
 been no sum stored up against this moment for building or any- 
 thing else. It had been paid for in heart's blood, physically, 
 mentally and spiritually. This was sacred money — how could I 
 give it to such niggards as these? 
 
 My soul revolted. 
 
 I remembered when I built my house in 1890, how generous 
 the men were who worked upon it, giving me full weight in 
 labor and sometimes over-weight for every dollar I paid them, 
 and at the end when the dear little home was completed for 
 myself and child, how we had parted always to be friends and 
 with sweetest memories. Old man Moody and his men did not 
 get rich out of the job but they did lay up some heart-interest 
 where moth doth not corrupt, from the widow and the orphan. 
 
 I was aghast at the new order of things in this our city. 
 
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What had happened? Were we at the mercy of "cut-throats" 
 instead of men, I asked myself. After this I hired carpenters, 
 plumbers and laborers to do some repairs and carefully I inter- 
 viewed every one of them to try to answer this question. And 
 this is what I discovered. Every man who was here before 
 the 18th of April, 1906, was one of us, as of yore, the same 
 good old-California breed, kindly and honest and well-mean- 
 ing. Those who had come in answer to the call for labor, the 
 world round, and had arrived since that epoch-making day, 
 were different. They flippantly and contemptuously call the 
 name of the city as do those zvho do not love her best — by that 
 sailor-term, "Frisco." 
 
 They do not speak her name with reverence and with tears 
 in the eyes as do we who love her best! as do we who long 
 to see her restored to her pristine beauty and glory once more, 
 as she was in the day of her zenith. 
 
 Nevertheless these elements are here to stay. We need their 
 brawn, the work of their hands and we must keep them. What 
 then? 
 
 We must recognize the new blood they bring into our midst, 
 the splendid power which comes from their hands for they are 
 of the breed of Bashan as were our own Pioneer fathers in their 
 youth, but we want them to send for their women-folks, their 
 wives, sisters, mothers, daughters to make homes here anxl find 
 a refuge there as in the Ark with the Rainbow over it. 
 
 Among these elements, however, are some old-world pro- 
 ductions self-devoured with envy and covetousness ; men .who 
 have been evolved from conditions which made them anarchistic 
 before they were born. The mother who is starving for food 
 will mark her child pre-nately with hatred for those who have 
 everything. But take even a starving man — hungering for other 
 things as well as for food — feed him up, give him good music, 
 and get him to dancing and busy looking at pictures, enjoying 
 things a little, and even he will begin to relax the wolfish 
 muscles and be diverted from his. insane quest. 
 
 Every mother knows the art of diverting a child's mind from 
 some fixed purpose to do itself evil or to do others evil. That 
 is the art we must put into effect with all the ingenuity and 
 acumen and instinct with which we are possessed. Parents are 
 
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always grateful for favors and privileges given to their young- 
 lings and that is why we should elect to encourage family-men 
 and to make homes possible instead of impossible in our city. 
 
 I have walked many miles on foot up and down our hills 
 and I have met all sorts and kinds — our old friends as well as 
 these newcomers — the strangers in our gates. Lovely dames 
 in silken attire have passed me by, on their way home from their 
 clubs and societies and I have overheard them voicing their 
 discontent in words like these : "It was bad enough in the 
 city last year, but look at what it is now ! And going from 
 bad to worse!" 
 
 These are the women who should be wearing the yellow 
 flower and exhaling the kindly essence of old California and 
 working for the social redemption of our beloved San Francisco. 
 All that is needed is the word passed along the line. I know 
 them — these splendid, brilliant women who can do all things — 
 from working with their hands as well as with their hearts and 
 brains for any cause that appeals to them. I have worked 
 with them and I know. 
 
 Last March in New York city, it seemed my time had come 
 and I must pass out from this wearisome old world. With the 
 loyalty of a native Californian, however, I resolved if it must 
 be, that I would die in my own land, under her smiling skies 
 and in her benign atmosphere. That much of this earth I would 
 have for my last joy before I went forth and the thought 
 buoyed me up for the journey across the continent. When 
 I came out from the snow-sheds finally and found myself in 
 the beautiful green land of promise I wept for joy. 
 
 "What rapture is this now I feel, 
 Approaching, the land of my leal? 
 Oh, hail California, all lands, all lands above 
 I come to thee, joyous, oh, land of my love." 
 
 For thirteen years (save for two brief visits in between) I 
 had been away, and I believe now it was really homesickness 
 with which I was 'perishing, at any rate in one* week's time in 
 my old home in beloved San Francisco I began to be as well 
 as ever. 
 
 I couldn't die. I mustn't die, there was too much to live 
 
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for was the new alchemy introduced into my veins with every 
 breath I drew. 
 
 And that should be the way with all of us, new and old to 
 the city. We must be freshly baptised in the old Califocnian 
 spirit and go about making converts. We must teach the 
 children and we must teach the teachers to go about planting 
 this kind of seed. Nothing can help us better than a little song 
 to sing all together. Let some one adapt an air we already 
 know to the beautiful four-liner written years ago by one of 
 our Californian poets, Mrs. Hinman Shuey. It runs as follows: 
 
 Sown is the golden grain, planted the vines ; 
 
 Fall swift, O loving rain, lift prayers O pines ; 
 O green land, O gold land, fair land by the sea, 
 
 The trust of thy children reposes in thee. 
 
 The summing up then of the whole question is this ; 
 
 Do these conditions exist? 
 
 Can something be done to arrest this demoralization? 
 
 Is it worth while to do something? 
 
 Are you willing to help? To become an Ark-adian? 
 
 With these answered in the affirmative, comes the next 
 question. 
 
 Will you wear the yellow flower of Californian good-fellow- 
 ship as an earnest of your belief in the restoration and revival 
 of the old San Francisco spirit? 
 
 Will you join one of the committees to help bring about this 
 revival ? 
 
 Will you work secretly and not publicly, as the latter would 
 defeat the very purpose for which we are contending? Every 
 message should be by word of mouth, not by public print. 
 
 The yellow flower is to be our only outward manifestation. 
 
 September 9th, 1907. 
 
 Three months have elapsed .since this letter was begun, it 
 being held over in the hope that the strike difficulty in our 
 city would be terminated amicably and that all reference to it 
 could be omitted. That hope has been, alas, in vain. The 
 
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distinguished gentlemen from Washington, D. C, have come 
 and have returned to their places in the East, and bearing with 
 them no good tidings of our condition. The sorrowful events 
 which took place upon September 2nd have further caused deep 
 depression in our beloved San Francisco and the sister cities and 
 towns of the State who must necessarily suffer with her. 
 
 All these things show the need for the people of the homes 
 to arise and demand that these terrible hostilities must cease 
 and that an end be made to these incentives to crime for the 
 sake of the homes, the women and the children, the peace and 
 prosperity of the city. Else we shall be having revolution, chaos 
 and anarchy as the result of all this wicked stupidity. 
 
 Before it 'is too late let us make converts of Mr. Calhoun of 
 the United R. R. and Mr. Cornelius of the Carmen's Union by 
 sending them each a yellow flower to wear upon their breasts 
 in earnest of San Francisco Redi-vivus. 
 
 Let us see if sentiment cannot succeed where force has 
 failed. 
 
 Earriestly yours, for the ultimate welfare of our beloved city. 
 
 Ella Stirling Cummins. 
 
 September 19, 1907. 
 
 On Admission Day, the 9th of September, as an appropriate 
 exercise for the evening, I was requested to read this open letter 
 to a group of the ladies and gentlemen at the Haywards Hotel, 
 Haywards. It may be brought to mind by those who remember 
 the annals of the day of San Francisco in her dire calamity that 
 the women of Haywards were the first to recognize the fearful 
 need of that first twenty-four hours and by working all night 
 to prepare hampers of home-made food, they were the first to 
 reach the city in the morning. 
 
 At the close of 'the reading there were resolutions passed and 
 I was given a mission to perform in our dearly beloved city. 
 There was something appropriate in it being the women of Hay- 
 wards who thus sent me to try to introduce sentiment into a 
 problem where force had so signally failed. 
 
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I stopped at the florist's at the ferry-building and told him to 
 keep yellow flowers in readiness, for everyone who wanted the 
 strike to end was to wear them. Then I went into the street 
 cars and gave them to several men of the old time who gladly 
 took them and placed them over their, hearts. 
 
 I sought the city-hall with its beautiful figure of Justice still 
 intact whatever else has happened there, and when I came away, 
 Mayor Taylor was wearing the yellow flower of good-fellowship 
 willingly. Next I saw ex-Mayor Phelan who has always been a 
 patron of the arts in our city and he took one also to wear. 
 
 It was a wearisome way to the door of Mr. Patrick Calhoun, 
 but I kept up my courage and presented the message of entreaty 
 for the sake of the women and the children and left the symbol 
 of the poppy with its meaning to be delivered on his return to 
 his home. Then I came to the humbler abode of Mr. Richard 
 Cornelius and gave into the hand of a young girl the same to 
 be given to him. 
 
 Strange to say by an almost incomprehensible coincidence — a 
 great thing happened the following day in San Francisco. The 
 boycott against riding in the cars that had existed for nearly five 
 months was called off on that very next afternoon. No longer 
 was that incentive to violence to be continued in our streets. 
 
 But was it the yellow flower of good-fellowship and its influ- 
 ence that has brought about this gain to the city, to the women 
 and the children? Who knows? 
 
 At least the President of the Carmen's Union and'the thousand 
 men behind him have done their share. Let us see what the 
 President of the United Railroads and the thousand men behind 
 him are going to do. Can they withstand sentiment ? No, wear 
 the flower yourself and send him one and he will join our ranks 
 too. 
 
 And then one fine morning, when all this comes to pass (as it 
 will), we all want to work together, the country helping, to clear 
 Market* street near the ferry-building, so that our dear city can 
 put her best foot foremost. How, you ask? Why, it is the 
 easiest thing imaginable if the wish be in your heart. All that 
 is necessary is for the young people all over the State to unite 
 and get up Ark-adian ballad-concerts, with dancing afterwards, 
 for their fathers and mothers — to entreat them to join in with the 
 
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Lancers and Virginia Reel and give them the old-fashioned 
 fiddler to call, as of yore, the figures, to inspire confidence. Who 
 would not dance for Market street? And then see that the pro- 
 ceeds go for the purpose for which they are intended. 
 
 And instead of the fierce newsboys assailing our ears as we 
 enter the city's gates, with horrid cries of the latest deeds of vio- 
 lence from all over the world (as if they had occurred that very 
 hour in our own town, which they have not) — we want to go 
 back to the old days and hear the much pleasanter voices of the 
 hackmen and runners for the hotels, who used to call merrily, 
 "What Cheer?" till we all smiled as we came in. 
 
 Is all this a dream? No, it is an aspiration — and an aspira- 
 tion is a prophecy of things as yet unfulfilled. 
 
 We want it made known to all the world that San Francisco 
 is in fact a place of security and protection for the homes, the 
 women and the children. 
 
 E. S. C. 
 
 September 19th, 1907. 
 
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