with the reporters and illustrators that congregate there nightly, is the best introduction to the life they lead. My mind carries me back to many a "bock" with "Eddie" Morphy, prince of good fellows. What a pity he never could write as he talked! At the outbreak of the ChinaJapan war he left for Yokohama and one of the best of characters in San Francisco's Bohemia bade farewell to our shores. I can imagine him sitting in the shade of a laburnum vine, listening to the sweet strains of a samisen, with none but pleasant remembrances of the past, happy in the present and with no thought for the future!

An inexhaustible field for the character sketch artist exists in San Francisco. Yard upon yard of canvas and immense quantities of paper have been used in portraying Chinatown, while the Barbary Coast, a field as prolific, has been ignored except by a few, the Telegraph Hill goat is as characterful as that of New York's shanty-town. The Tenderloin district and the Coast itself furnish the writer and the artist with any number

of "motifs" for story and picture, while the Latin quarter with its swart-visaged, beadyblack-eyed children and frowsyheaded women, and its gnarled and bearded fishermen, may furnish the text for many a legend of land and sea. Their brownwinged feluccas flit in and out of the harbor, bearing their burden of joy or sorrow, their losses and their gains, to us one of the details of a romantic landscape. Incongruous as it may seem, they possess alike in their makeup the elements of an intense romanticism and of a most earthly realism, and the writer of another day will discover among them materials for some great story.