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Title
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San Francisco Earthquake, 1906
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Description
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Regional Narrative
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Date
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1906
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Creator
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Frank H. Shoemaker
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Identifier
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321301-00628
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Rights
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4n splondid condition as regards the welis, tit the
residences demolished, with the yards till of the
most costly ard magnificent curniture, seorehed and.
broken and ruined.
Prom this height we viewsd the desolation 1a
every dircotion - erst to the Ray, north to Tele-
graph Fill, south as far ea haze end smcke pormtted,
ard west to Yan Nuys Avenve - the wide streot which
atopned the flamse. Absoiute ruin end destructions
Mr. Young enc I mace a tour into chinetown
and picked up a fey souvenirs, Yhile we were doing
so @ Captain of the Army blustered up and wanted to
kriow what 1n here and there we were doing; didn't we
know this and that? Mesuwhile nis derned gun was
pointing right at my fect. ‘Mr. Young placidly
fished eround In his breast pocket for @ moment
and nanded & fistful'of passes to the Army, he
top one said “Gonoral audltor of the Souther Preific
Company." and the ri d udlitery inprovised pass was
sticking out undor it. Ths gun wont into its holster,
to the greet relief of my fest. The Army dosen't
know how to apologize, tut thers is no ruling in i
tectios ayeinst trying. And it retreated witiout =
los
As acon as the Army was around the nearest pile
of ruins I hove a mighty sigh and emptied my pockets = —
quickly. I had had in my hands when the Army ap é
proached, six Chinese tutter pets srd a tiny Cloisones —
vase, glazed by the fire to @ perfection whiah no
ordinary processing cen approech. hese I hed
determined should te found only on my ceed body or E
vice versa, a5 it wore. So I hid ‘em, I reasoned, —
very brillientiy for the tine permitted, thet 1f in
ay coat pockets they would sag end givo me aways =~
So Ante my trouser pockets they went. I hed for
gotten how hot they were, tut soor I rowembersds
Thet old story of the Spartan youth and the fox had
always loft ua rather oid, as probably e piece of
foature writing by some reporter on the athens rei
or some other Hearst paper; out right then I a %
there might be something in it. Mr. Young leughed g
go long end lond that I feared the Army would rote 5
and arrest us for malfeasance or lese wejeste or
nome otisr crime, “Looter!* was all he sede "Yes,
air," I replied meokiy, as befits a private seorstary.
ve'wont west for a few blocks ard parted — re
Youny to ratuzm to Oakland and I to go several
dlors west of Van Nuys to a°¢ how it fared with
sony of ny friends on Steiner street, 1 round them
alive and kicking, with @ badly snattered hone tut
unbounder confi¢sneeend unshaken fidelity tor sen
Pranciseo. Prom this friend I wus acl6 to learn
8s thie
psc tecbac ts Seabed ont
