SAN FRANCISCO, February 26th.
[DEAR MOTHER:]
We got in here last night at midnight just as easily as
though we were coming into Jersey City. Before we knew it we
had seen the Golden Gate, and were snug in this hotel. Today
as soon as we learned we could not sail we started in to see
sights and we made a record and hung it up high. We went to
the Cliff House and saw the seals on the rocks below, to the
Park, the military reservation, Chinatown, and the Poodle Dog
Restaurant. We also saw the Lotta monument, the Stevenson
monument, the Spreckles band stand, the place where the
Vigilance Committee hung the unruly, and tonight I went to a
dinner the Bohemian Club gave to the War correspondents. I
made a darned good speech. Think of me making a speech of
any sort, but I did, and I had sense enough not to talk about
the war but the "glorious climate of
California" instead and of all the wonders of Frisco. So, I
made a great hit. It certainly is one of the few cities that
lives up to it's reputation in every way. I should call it
the most interesting city, with more character back of it than
any city on this continent. There are only four deck rooms
and we each have one. The boat is small, but in spite of the
crowd that is going on her, will I think be comfortable. I
know it will be that, and it may be luxurious.
DICK.
