<h2>CHAPTER XLII<br/> THE SAN FRANCISCO EARTHQUAKE<br/> 1906-1910</h2>
<p>On January 1st, 1906, after more than half a century of
commercial activity—with some things well done, and
some poorly enough—during which it has never been
my ambition to better myself at the expense of others, I retired
from business to enjoy the moderate but sufficient affluence
which years of varying fortune had bestowed upon me.</p>
<p>Rather early in the morning of April 18th, news was received
here of the awful calamity that had befallen San Francisco; and
with lightning rapidity the report spread throughout the city.
Newspaper and telegraph offices were besieged for particulars
as to the earthquake, which, strange to say, while it also affected
even San Diego, was scarcely felt here; and within a couple of
hours, more than a thousand telegrams were filed at one office
alone, although not a single message was despatched. Thousands
of agitated tourists and even residents hastened to the railroad
stations, fearing further seismic disturbance and danger, and
bent on leaving the Coast; and soon the stations and trains
were so congested that little or nothing could be done with the
panic-stricken crowds. Meanwhile, more and more details
of the widespread disaster poured in; and Los Angeles began to
comprehend how paralyzing to her sister cities must have been
the wreck and ruin following, first, the shaking of the earth, and
then the much more serious fires and explosions. Soon, too,
refugees from the North commenced flocking into our city; and
these thousands, none with complete and few with decent
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attire, each pleading pathetically for assistance, told the sad
tale much more frankly than could the noisy newsboy, with his
flaring headlines and shrill, intermittent <i>Extra!</i></p>
<p>Long before much information was secured as to just
what had happened, public-spirited men and women, some
under the banners of regular organizations, some acting independently,
moved energetically to afford relief. The newspapers
led off with large subscriptions, while the Chamber of
Commerce, Board of Trade and the Merchants & Manufacturers'
Association swelled the amount. Eventually some two hundred
and fifty thousand dollars was raised. At the same time,
and within two or three hours after the terrifying news had
first been received, the Directors of the Chamber of Commerce
met and appointed various committees headed by Francis
Quarles Story, a patriotic and indomitable citizen who arrived
in 1883; and having the valuable coöperation of Frank Wiggins,
who served as Secretary, they went actively to work to render
the most practical assistance possible. A Supply Committee,
of which M. H. Newmark was chairman, by five o'clock the
same afternoon had assembled fourteen carloads of goods,
partly donated and partly sold to the Committee at cost, to go
by rail, and nine carloads to go from San Pedro by water. This
train full of necessaries was the first relief of its kind that reached
San Francisco; other shipments of supplies followed daily; and
with the first relief train went a corps of surgeons, under the
chairmanship of Dr. L. M. Powers, Health Officer, who established
a hospital in the Jefferson Square Building, treating two
thousand patients in less than three weeks. Among the
chairmen of the several committees were: J. O. Koepfli, J.
Baruch, R. W. Burnham, Niles Pease, Perry Weidner, John
E. Coffin, J. J. Fogarty, W. L. Vail, D. C. McGarvin, W. A.
Hammel, F. Edward Gray, Mrs. R. M. Widney and D. J.
Desmond; while H. B. Gurley, long identified with Frank
Wiggins in Chamber of Commerce work, was Assistant
Secretary.</p>
<p>In this way was our sister-city laid low; but only, as it
were, for a moment. While the flames were yet consuming the
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old San Francisco, her children were courageously planning the
new; and supported by that well-nigh superhuman spirit which
community misfortune never fails to inspire—the spirit that
transforms weakness into strength, and transmutes, as by an
altruistic alchemy, the base metal of "eachness" into the pure
gold of "allness"—this stricken people built and built until,
to-day, less than a decade after that memorable night, there
stands by the Golden Gate a finer and more beautiful city than
the one from which it sprang. And, as if to emphasize to other
nations the fulness of San Francisco's accomplishment, her
invincible citizens are now organizing and triumphantly carrying
out a great world's exposition.</p>
<p>One incident of this period of excitement and strain is perhaps
worthy of record as evidence of the good fellowship
existing between Los Angeles and the prostrate city. On May
2d the Executive Committee<SPAN name="FNanchor_45" id="FNanchor_45" href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</SPAN> of the Associated Jobbers passed
resolutions discouraging any effort to take advantage of San
Francisco's plight, and pledging to help restore her splendid
commercial prestige; whereupon Samuel T. Clover made this
editorial comment in the Los Angeles <i>Evening News</i>:</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>
We commend the reading of these expressions of kindly
good will to every pessimist in the country, as an evidence that
all commercial honor is not wiped out in this grossly materialistic
age. The resolutions, as passed, are an honor to the
Jobbers' Association in particular, and a credit to Los Angeles
in general. The <i>Evening News</i> desires to felicitate President
Newmark and his associates on the lofty attitude they have
taken in the exigency. We are proud of them.</p>
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<p>Among the many who at this time turned their faces toward
Los Angeles is Hector Alliot, the versatile Curator of the Southwest
Museum. Born in France and graduating from the
University of Lombardy, Dr. Alliot participated in various important
explorations, later settling in San Francisco. Losing
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in the earthquake and fire everything that he possessed, Alliot
came south and took up the quill, first with the <i>Examiner</i> and
then the <i>Times</i>.<SPAN name="FNanchor_46" id="FNanchor_46" href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</SPAN></p>
<p>Mr. and Mrs. M. Kremer, on April 9th, celebrated their
golden wedding; less than a year later, both were dead. Mrs.
Kremer passed away on March 5th, 1907, and her husband
followed her two days later—an unusual dispensation.</p>
<p>In July, I was seized with an illness which, without doubt,
must have precluded the possibility of writing these memoirs
had it not been for the unselfish attendance, amounting to
real self-sacrifice, of Lionel J. Adams. From that time until
now, in fair weather or foul, in good health or ill, Adams uncomplainingly
and, indeed cheerfully, has bestowed upon me
the tender care that contributed to the prolongation of my
life; and it affords me peculiar pleasure to record, not only the
debt of gratitude that I owe him and the sincere friendship
so long marking our relations, but also his superior character
as a man.</p>
<p>J. M. Griffith, for years a leading transportation agent and
lumber merchant, died here on October 16th. Griffith Avenue
is named after him. Just two weeks later, William H. Perry
passed away—a man of both influence and affluence, but once
so poor and tattered that when he arrived, in February, 1854,
he was unable to seek work until he had first obtained, on
credit, some decent clothes.</p>
<p>Sometime about 1907, Major Ben C. Truman, both a
<i>connoisseur</i> of good wines and an epicure, figured in an animated
controversy as to the making of mint-julep, the battle waging
around the question whether a julep's a julep, or not a julep,
with the mint added before or after a certain stage in the
concocting!</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_728" id="i_728"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_728.jpg" width-obs="444" height-obs="510" alt="" /> <p class="caption">Harris and Sarah Newmark, at Time of Golden Wedding</p> </div>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_729" id="i_729"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_729.jpg" width-obs="542" height-obs="430" alt="" /> <p class="caption">Summer Home of Harris Newmark, Santa Monica</p> </div>
<p>In an exceedingly informal manner, at the Westlake Avenue
residence of my daughter, Mrs. L. Loeb, my wife and I on the
24th of March, 1908 celebrated our golden wedding anniversary,
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the occasion being the more unusual because both the nuptials
and the silver wedding festivity had occurred in Los Angeles.<SPAN name="FNanchor_47" id="FNanchor_47" href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</SPAN>
Our pleasure on that occasion was intensified by the presence
of friends with whom, during most of our married life, we had
maintained unbroken the most amicable relations.</p>
<p>Many years after spur-track switching charges had been
abolished throughout other industrial districts of the United
States, the Western railroads continued to assess this charge in
Los Angeles, to the extent that, as was estimated, our merchants
were paying through this tribute alone an amount not less
than $250,000 a year. In August, 1908, however, or shortly
after F. P. Gregson became identified with the Associated
Jobbers, suit was filed by M. H. Newmark, as President, before
the Interstate Commerce Commission; and on May 7th, 1910,
a decision was rendered in favor of local shippers. But unfortunately
this decision was reversed on July 20th, 1911, by the
Commerce Court.<SPAN name="FNanchor_48" id="FNanchor_48" href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</SPAN> Joseph P. Loeb and Edward G. Kuster,
young attorneys, handled the case in a manner recognized
among men of their profession as being unusually brilliant;
while Gregson brought together a mass of valuable facts. This
was probably the most notable of all the cases of its kind in the
commercial history of Los Angeles. The other directors at the
time the suit was brought were: J. O. Koepfli, C. C. Reynolds,
F. W. Braun, L. C. Scheller, H. R. Boynton, A. Douglass, D.
Wiebers, W. H. Joyce, W. E. Hampton and E. H. Greppin.</p>
<p>Not the least interesting step forward in providing Los
Angeles with a harbor was the acquisition of a strip of land
known as the Shoe String connecting Los Angeles with San Pedro
and Wilmington. This practical idea made possible in 1909
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the unhampered consolidation of the three places; and before
the beginning of April their various civic bodies had
been considering the formation of committees to bring this
about. On Saturday, April 3d, the Los Angeles appointees met
at the rooms of the Chamber of Commerce for permanent
organization. They were William D. Stephens, Mayor of Los
Angeles; Stoddard Jess; Homer Hamlin, City Engineer; F.
W. Braun; J. A. Anderson, Attorney for the Harbor Commission
and ex-member of the Board of Public Works; Leslie R. Hewitt,
City Attorney; Frank Simpson; Joseph Scott, President of the
Board of Education; M. H. Newmark, President of the Associated
Jobbers; J. M. Schneider, President of the Merchants
and Manufacturers' Association; A. P. Fleming, Secretary of
the Harbor Commission; ex-Mayor M. P. Snyder, H. Jevne, O.
E. Farish, President of the Realty Board; and F. J. Hart.
Jess was elected President; Fleming, Secretary; and to the admirable
manner in which they conducted the campaign, much
of the ultimate success of the movement must be attributed.
The delegates from San Pedro and Wilmington refused to go on
until the Associated Jobbers had pledged themselves to obtain
for the harbor districts, after consolidation was effected, the
same freight advantages enjoyed by Los Angeles. This promise
was given and fulfilled. Various other pledges were outlined
in the Committee's report and adopted by the City Council;
but many of these assurances have not thus far been carried
out by the authorities. Then a vigorous campaign was projected,
as a result of which both elections—that of Wilmington
and Los Angeles on August 5th, and the other, of San Pedro
and Los Angeles, on August 12th—resulted in handsome majorities
for consolidation. These substantial victories were fittingly
celebrated throughout the consolidated cities; and on
February 13th, 1910, the port became officially known as Los
Angeles Harbor.</p>
<p>In April, 1906, the one hundred thousand books of the
Los Angeles Public Library, then under the administration of
Charles F. Lummis, were moved from the City Hall to the
Laughlin Building. With the opening of September, 1908,
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the Library was again moved by the same Librarian, this time
to the Hamburger Building.<SPAN name="FNanchor_49" id="FNanchor_49" href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</SPAN></p>
<p>On the evening of October 11th, 1909, I attended a banquet
tendered to President Taft by the City of Los Angeles, at the
Shrine Auditorium. Every honor was shown the distinguished
guest, and his stay of two or three days was devoted to much
sight-seeing, to say nothing of the patriotic efforts of many
politicians whose laudable desire was to whisper in the
Presidential ear <i>à propos</i> of government employment.</p>
<p>The election of George Alexander as Mayor on November
10th, 1909 was largely responsible for the later success of the
Progressive party—with whose Socialistic policies I am not in
sympathy. W. C. Mushet, the more acceptable candidate, ran
on a ticket endorsed by business-men organized under the chairmanship
of M. H. Newmark, while George A. Smith was the
Republican candidate. Alexander's campaign was managed by
Meyer Lissner, an arrival of 1896 who had a brief experience as
a jeweler before he turned his attention to law. He possessed
much political sagacity, and was therefore quick to turn the
Alexander success to the advantage of Hiram Johnson who
was soon elected Governor. George N. Black, who came here
a child in 1886, and graduated from the Los Angeles High
School, later being President of the California State Realty
Confederation and Grand President of the Independent Order
B'nai B'rith of this district, directed Smith's campaign.</p>
<p>On January 29th, 1910, the citizens of Los Angeles, under the
leadership of Max Meyberg, tendered to D. A. Hamburger
(Chairman), Perry W. Weidner, Fred L. Baker, William M.
Garland, M. C. Neuner, Dick Ferris and F. J. Zeehandelaar,
the committee in charge of the first Aviation Meet here, a
banquet at the Alexandria Hotel. The contests had occurred
a few days before at Dominguez Field, on a part of the once
famous <i>rancho</i>; and to see the aërial antics of the huge man-made
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birds, as they swiftly ascended and descended, was no
less nerve-racking, at least to me, than it was interesting.</p>
<p>Litigation having established a clear title to the property
once held by the Sixth District Agricultural Association, and the
State, the declared owner, having agreed to lease the ground
to the County and the City for fifty years, decisive steps were
taken in January, 1910, by the Historical Society of Southern
California to provide the Museum building now such a source
of civic pride. Other bodies, including the Fine Arts League,
the Southern California Academy of Science and a branch of
the Cooper Ornithological Society, were invited to coöperate,
each being promised a place in the park and museum plans;
and by the middle of February, the supervisors had agreed to
vote the necessary building funds. On July 11th, 1910, in the
presence of a large and representative gathering at Exposition
Park, ground was broken for the building, although the corner-stone
was not laid until the 10th of December.</p>
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<p>In the dark hours of the night of April 25th, 1910, after an
illness of four days and almost entirely free from suffering,
she who had shared with me the joys and sorrows of over half
a century was called to her reward. She passed from this life
as she had passed through it—gently and uncomplainingly.
I was left in the midst of a gloom that I thought would be forever
black; for six out of our eleven children had preceded their
mother, whose spirit on that night was reunited with theirs.
I was soon to find, however, how true it is that "The Lord tempers
the wind to the shorn lamb." Common misfortune and
common memories made but stronger the tie, always strong,
between my children and myself. Time has performed his
kindly offices: he has changed the anguish of grief to the
solace of recollection; and in assisting me to realize that I was
permitted so long and so happy a companionship, he has
turned my heart from its first bitterness to lasting gratitude.
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