’FRISCO IMPRESSIONS

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIII, Issue 136, 24 May 1933, Page 11

’FRISCO IMPRESSIONS

EX-AUCKLANDER IN U.S.A. LIVELY ACCOUNT OF SOME EXPERIENCES. In an interesting letter to a Hastings resident, an ex-Aucklander. who for 13 years has been domiciled in the U.S.A., tells of a visit “down to the local raeo track" (San Francisco) to see Tea Trader, the New Zealand horse, in action. "Maybe you think I did not yell my fool head off,’’ he writes, “when I saw the old home-town horse coming down the straight winning easily! It just made me feel good. Say, but Tea Trader is a peach to look at. Over here they call it the ‘Picture Horse’ on account of its beauty.” Pillow Fight, according to the writer, had been turned out for a while (the letter was written early in February) and consequently was not seen in work. The re-introduction of license is also commented upon. “12.01 was the zero hour,” states the letter. “And did the boys hop over the top (of the beer foam) with vim, vigour and vitality that night? I’H say sol Market street from 10 pm. onward was crowded until the wee sma’ hours —just like the 4th of July. Every brewery had its trucks loaded, and immediately after midnight these were sent to all parts of the city and clear up into the State of Oregon. Do you remember a place called ‘College Inn,’ opposite station KPO, on Market street? It opened that night with 20 bartenders and one still has to line up for a drink of socalled beer. It still runs three shifts and is open for the 24 hours of the day. Believe you me, it’s not like tho ale you have back in your neck of tho woods.” PRAISE FOR THE PRESIDENT. President Roosevelt apparently meets with a large measure of public confidence on account of his gameness and his willingness to try new measures for relief of difficult conditions.' Work is suggested as being less slack, many securing jobs with the ending of winter. The writer concludes with a reference to our Customs Department, with which he has previously had dealings not entirely to his liking, it would seem, for ho complains: “It seems that your Customs people are kind of hardhearted and must have their pound of flesh.” An extraordinary feaure about this American letter was that there was not a marje other than the address on the envelope which, clean, and carefully stamped with two three-cent stamps, might have been delivered by hand, not a single post-mark appearing anywhere.