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24 THAI INFANT ARTIST OF FOLSOM STREET Little Emile Crapuchette Awoke Last Monday to Fame. Kind-Hearted People Who Read The Sunday Call Showered Gifts Upon Him. Now He Has Paints and Pencils and Crayons Galore, and Time to Follow His Bent. Emile Crapuchette, artist, aged 4 years, awoke last Monday morning to find himself famous. The Sinpay Call had told his story to the world, and the baby genius who for months had been scratching up the whitewashed walls of the Folsom-street laundry with outlines of bird and beast and human being, the little boy whose parents could afford him neither pencil nor paper and whose natural bent was at length discovered when he chose the sidewalk for a studio; Emile, who was without patrons or friends in his pursuit of art who had so long bad no one to watch his patient efforts except the fuzzy-coated dog that he had caricatured the infantile artist awoke to find himself no longer bound down by restrictions of poverty that had to bar the way to an otherwise certain celebrity.

The Svxday Call had told all about the discouraging conditions that surround him and had ventured the remark that, if Emile Crapuchette could be accorded a fraction of the advantages that had been enjoyed by Charles Dana Gibson in his childhood, the San Francisco prodigy at 20 years of age would outrank in the rield of illustration the man who charmed the country with his pensketches of the typical American girl. And if Emile Crapuchette lives to see a day when his work with pen or crayon or brush shall demand high figures on the market, he may thank that Sunday article for directing the public eye to bim at the dawning of bis career and putting him on the road to success. Never were there such large gatherings in front of the French laundry at 1007 Fol som street as on Monday last. Never had so many inquiries been male concerning the baby artist. Mme.

Crapuchette cannot read English, but a neighbor translated lor her the story in The Call, and madame ran and snatched up her little son and almost smothered him with kisses and caresses. Really, Mme. Crapuchette had i never appreciated Emile's peculiar gifts until the newspaper conveyed to her the intelligence that her son was an artist. Ten days ago the madame would have objected to a band of loiterers blocking up the entrance to the laundry. Now she smiles approvingly at the patronizing looks of the interested witnesses of her son's etchings, and the larger the crowd the more pleased she appears.

But there is further cause for pleasure than the mere gathering of the curiously inclined. Emile's story had been read in homes of plenty, with the result that on Monday morning gifts from generous and kind hearts came pouring in. Last Monday was to Emile something akin to what Christmas is to fortunate children, who have beautiful surprises to gladden them and make the day memorable. Ten days ago Emile Crapnchette had no pencil nor paper. All he had was some chalk and some charcoal.

The iittle artist was poor then. You should see his possessions now. He is the richest boy on Folsom street and the most envied. Before Mme. Crapuchette had a customer to head the list of the week a iiveried driver sprang down Trom the seat of a handsome carriage and glancing up at the laundry number walked right in and found Emile making pictures on the floor.

"I've found him, I guess," exclaimed the coachman, and he laid a fine big box on the child's knees. 'That's for the artist; paints, I think." Before Mme. Crapuchette could peek into the box and thank the stranger he had said good-day and Lis horses were trotting away in gay style. The box had paints in plenty and brushes coarse and tine, and tiny bowls in which to mix the paints, and it was all so nice and rich-looking that mother and son could hardly believe their eyes. One alter another came messengers from this family and that family, and one brought paper and one brought drawingbooks; another left a package of colored crayons; another a parcel of drawingpencils; and when the day was done Emile had supplies enough to stock a small art-store.

Mme. Crapuchette was compelled to give up a whole shelf to Emile's bundles and boxes of precious thinss. On Wednesday a numerous party of French people called to see the boy wonder and one of the party brought along a copy of the French paper and delighted monsieur and madame with a reading of The Call's article as it was translated into the native tongue of Emile's parents. Ten days ago Emile was kept busy for hours peeling potatoes and scraping carrots and shelling peas. Now the boy's parents allow him to make pictures during all the time he desires from morning till nuht.

Last Thursday the crowd was so great in front of the laundry that the fat policeman on the beat in the neighborhood, catching sight of the throng from a distance, concluded that a small riot was brewing. At double-quick pace he bore down on the assemblage, and, drawing his club, he forced his way into the center of the crowd to find that all eyes, so far as possible, were bent on a baby figure drawing pictures on the sidewalk. Emile was giving a public exhibition. "Gangway here, 1 yelled the officer. The crowd swayed a little, but didn't move along very far.

"And so you're the cause of all this business, are you? 1 cried the policeman, whose idea of art was probably confined to the art of swinging a club. Emile looked up, smilingly, and pointed to the locomotive sketched in crayon in front of him. "The walk's dirty enough without you making it worse," exclaimed the cultured man in blue and brass, and with that be cathered Emile under his arm and carried him into the laundry. Then the fat enemy of art ani imperious ruler or the walk stood like a Koman sentinel against the laundry door till the crowd, being deprived of the late source of its amusement and pleasure, had gradually dispersed leaving the champion of a tyrannic law the gloating master of the situation. But that policeman is having plenty of athletic and it is safe to The Policeman on Folsom Street Who Objected to the Free Exhibitions of Drawing That Little 1 mile Crapuchctte Was Giving on the Pavement.

Crowds Had dathcrcd to See the Babe and the Policeman Had to Force a Gangway. wager that, after another week of racing and chasing to keep the sidewalk clean in front of 1007 Folsom street, only to find another crowd there after he has paraded around the block, he will let his mouth iniorm his ear that peaceful art cannot be downed, even though so mighty a power as a policeman be on its trail and though its representative De only a child of 4. Since Thursday Emile has been caricaturing the kettle-hatted officer in one of his drawin -books, and by raising laughter among his numerous visitors at the expense of the fleshy limb of the law he is getting even for the policeman's unasked assistance that is mentioned above. Emile Crapuchette has now every advantage but a teacher; but there is plenty of time for that. He lias a dozen elegant picture-books from which he copies the pictures in his drawing tablets.

Thanks to The Sunday Call, Emile Crapuchette is now a favored son of fortune. It is just as if a good fairy had brought him a wonderland of tilings he longed for and satisfied all his wishes. Not only that Emile has been the means of greatly increasing the laundry trarle of his parents. Madame Crapuchette made so mucti money last week that yesterday she bought herseif a pink summer dress as pretty as a fashionplate, and Monsieur Crapuchette has thrown off on the brown-paper cigarette and is smoking nothing cheaper than nickel cigars. ONE FISHING ROD THAT HAS A HISTORY.

Made by William Murphy of New York and Now Owned by Alexander T. Vogelsang. One of the most valuable fishing-rods in the United States is now in the possession of Alexander T. Vogelsang, the secretary of the San Francisco Fly-casting Club. Its worth lies not only in its historic association, but in its market value as well.

William Murphy of New York was the original split bamboo maker, and even the famous Leonard, who was Murphy's pupil in this art, has not excelled the rods made by his teacher. forty years ago Murphy made the rod in question for General Hancock, and many a pleasant day did the old war veteran spend with this piece of property whipping the streams of the Adirondacks and Catskill Mountains. He made use of the rod the last time during the campaign in which he ran against James A. Garfield. After the death of Hancock the rod passed into the hands of Philip Mc- Shane of the Occidental Hotel, this City, and upon his death it was purchased by Luke Donnelly.

When the latter died the rod fell into the hands of Fish Commissioner Emeric, who purchased it from the Donnelly estate. Since then Judge Hunt, W. W. Foote and many other lovers of the art of angling have cast envious eyes upon that rod, but they did not even bid for it, thinking that money could not purchase it. In this they were correct, but a short time ago Mr.

Emeric, in a burst of generosity, presented the notable rod to Mr. Vogelsang. The rod originally was probably valued at about $40, but since there are so few Murphy- Leonard rods on the market, this one with its historic associations, is worth fully ten tinier that amount, and it is doubtful if such a sum would tempt the present owner. SHE'S THE RICHEST WIDOW ON EARTH. The Relict of Baron Hirsch Will Have One Hundred and Thirty Million Collars.

Baron Hirsch's French executor, M. Dietz, is to receive £4000 a year for five years for his trouble. If. Dietz's task will be to see to the recovery of secured and unsecured loans, and to effect realizations so that Baroness Hirsch will have no trouble in managing her vast fortune. When legacies are paid she will be worth, it is said, about £26,000,000, that is, if the greater part of the baron's investments prove sound.

There is a legacy of £40,000 to an adopted daughter, who is to be brought up by a guardian away from her mother. The adopted sons are lefc estates in Austria and Hungary. The Paris correspondent of the Daily News understands that the debts due by society people come to an incredibly large sum, and that perhaps onehalf the vouchers for the money lent by the baron have not yet been brought to iight. The I U's of a royal personage, THE SAX FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUJSE 21, ISIMS. covering more than a million, are said by some to have been destroyed; but a relative of Mme.

Hirsch (writes the representative of Truth in the French capital) thinks this unliuely. The baron did not believe in gratitude and was prone to keep papers that confirmed him in his incredulity. His death was caused by a terrible fit of anger at finding he had made a fearfully bad bargain in purchasing the estate on which he wanted to build a grand residence. Snakes, froL-s, fevers were its chief natural products. It turned out to be incurably marshy.

He had bought without inspecting it himself, and, acting on the word of an agent, ordered the house to be built according to the plans he had approved. One so rich as he was could not have taken greatly to heart the money loss. But what he could not endure was feeling that he had been taken in. Baron Hirsch was like the celebrated Fouquet in giving splendid gifts and pensions to society notabilities. We are told that the mother-in-law of a defunct Orleanist due loses a pension of £SOOO.

She is a clever woman, though she began life as reader to a Polish countess. She has played a part in international politics and finance. Through the due she was a graet card during the Mac.Mahonate. Remarkam.k Yoga Performance. From what is held to be unquestionable authority comes another of those weird tales of magical performance.

"We are indebted to the kindness of the learned President of the Adi Brahmo Samaji," aj the chronicler of this authority, "for the following accounts of two Yogis, of i whom one performed the extraordinary feats of raising his body by will power, and keeping it suspended in the air with- out visible support. "The Yogi posture for meditation or concentration of the mind upon spiritual tilings is called As.ana. There are various of these modes of sitting, such as Pad" masan, etc. Pajnarain Bose translated this narrative from a very old number of the Fatwabodhini Patrika, the Calcutta organ of the Barahmo Samaj. The writer was Babu Akkhaya Kumar Dalta, then editor of the Patrika, of whom Babu Rajnarain speaks in the following high terms: 'A very truth-loving and painstak! ing man; very fund of observing strict ac- curacy in the details of a few years ago a Deccan Yogi named I Sishal was seen at Madras by many II in- Una and Englishmen to raise his asana, or seat, up into the air.

His whole body was seated in air, only his right hand lightly touching a deerskin rolled up in the form i of a tube and attached to a brazen rod i which was firmly stucK into a v.ooden board resting on four legs. In this posi- tion the Yogi used to perform his japa I i (mystical meditation) with his eyes half shut. OWEN AND JASON BROWN, TUE SONS OF THE OLD ABOLITIONIST. AND THEIR CABIN IN THE MOUNTAINS ABOVE PASADENA. BAIRD ON JUMPING AND HURDLING Practice With a Skipping- Rope and the Spring- Board.

To Acquire Style It Is Well to Take Lessons From the Cat. Only Tall Men Become Great Side Try the Straight Leap Persistently. We come now to jumping. Between sprint running, hurdling and jumping there is a very close affinity. I could quote the names of short-distance runners who have won championships at 100-yard running and broad jumping on the same day.

In 1878 Wilmer won the 100, 220 and broad jump in New York. In 1883 Ford captured the high and broad. In 1884 he took the 100 and broad. In 1885 and 1886 he took the 100, 220 and broad. In four successive years he won nine championships of America in these four events.

In 1889 he again captured the long jump. I would add that he was one of the best hurdlers of his time and in the championship of 1884 was barely beaten in the 120. J. S. Voorhees won the championship at the broad jump in 1880 and 1881, and I have seen him run 100 yards close to 10 seconds.

Many of my readers have seen our own Schefferstein win two sprint races and a broad jump on the same day at the Coast Championships. These are instances enough to demonstrate that there is a strong affinity between sprint running, hurdie racing and jumping. It is a fact, however, that high jumping and hurdling require closer application than the others. A man who would be a first-class high jumper or hurdler must stick to that work alone, while a sprint runner will not be affected by doing some broad jumping occasionally. Two great things are required in of muscle and style.

Aside from the natural gift a person should prepare tor his real work by leaps on the springboard with moderation, or even with both of which are excellent exercise and are practiced to a greater or less extent by many great jumpers. Let us now treat particularly of high jumping. Tii is is one of the noblest branches of athletics and'well repays the most earnest study and practice. A high jumper can display himself to advantage at a race meeting, in the gymnasium, on the stage, on the lawn in short at times and places when the runner, hurdler, and even his brother, the broad jumper, would be decidedly out of place. Wore 1 to take up high jumping the first thing I would do would be to get a halfgrown kitten, playful and intelligent, and tearh him to leap.

If one would watch W. B. Page clear feet 4 inches he would at once conclude that the great jumper had taken lessons from a cat, so wonderfully feline were his movements. The proper method to pursue in jumping is as follows: Place the bar at about four feet, or at such a height that you are sure that you caji clear it without effort. Stand off about thirty feet, directly in front of the center of the stick.

Begin slowly and advance about ten feet with short steps. The next ten feet quicken the step and lengthen the This will bring you within ten feet of the bar at fair pace. Now let out. with all speed, advance straight toward the bar, and when you arrive within about three feet strike on your right foot, going over facing a bare trifle to the left only a trifle advancing your left foot. Now unless you are accustomed to it this may seem somewhat I EMILE CRAPUCHETTE, Artist.

Aged 4 Years, Who, Since the Story of His Wonderful Skill in Drawing Appeared in "The Sunday Call" of Last Week. Has Received Many Presents of All Sorts of Artists' -Materials From Strangers. awkward, but do not let this bother you. I want to impress one thing upon the would-be jumper, even if I impress nothing else: Do not run sideways at the bar and throw one leg over after another. Unless you are a tall man you will never become a great jumper, and even if you are tall you will not attain to as great a height as yon will if you persistently practice the straight leap.

In all the range of my experience I have never known a man to jump his own height by any method but the straight leap. After you have jumped four feet place the bar a little higher, according to the with which you clear it. In making your learn to keep the feet well together, the left a trifle in advance, and twist the back. Jumping requires a very strong and Hexible back, capable of endurine a great amount of violent contortions. This does not mean to bend the back like the contortionist in the circus 3 however.

"When you have reached four feet six (in some cases five feet) you will begin to make quite an exertion. At about this point you must realize that the real work lies with yourself; you must be the one to practice, to study and to persevere. While there is no question about the importance of the legs in jumping, stilJ there is much importance attached to the arms. In this regard two things must be considered: First, that the arms make up considerable of the weight ot the body and have got to be carried over the bar by the strength of the legs, consequently they must be made as light as possible. Second, the arms can bear a very important part in getting the jumper over the bar successfully.

As you approach the bar on the run and strike the right toot, see that the right arm hangs rather low. The left hand should be about the height of the chin. As you force yourself from the ground with the right loot jerk your right hand upward and forward, pulling the left downward and backward. This will give you a great impetus; and as you rise in the air throw your head not so violently as to sprain your neck or throw I you off your balance, but to assist you in i getting your hips over the bar. Once over do not spoil your jump by touching it with your elbows, the back of the neck or some other awkward fashion.

Landing, too, should be studied if you deire to be graceful; for if there is anything awkward it is to see a magnificent leaper fall all in a heap. Some twist as they drop and land facing the bar; others fall presenting tiieir bides; but tl.e majority, perhaps, reach the ground with their backs to the wood or with a slight turn. After all, though, the first proposition is to get over the bar, and the landing should be a secondary matter. If you find that you cannot leap hiu'h and land eracefully the only thing to be clone is to take the matter philosophically and reflect that we cannot be great in everything. Here is an extract from a description of W.

B. Page, one of the greatest high leapers that ever lived: The feature of the games was the marvelous jumping of Page. This student of the U. P. is 5 feet 7 inches high, very compact, and of shapely butla.

His record (in 1884) is feet inches, and he very nearly exceeded) this on the present occasion. As a matter of fact he clears his own height four and one- half inches, and in the previous games five and one-quarter inches. He runs at the bar with a series of bounds that denote great I muscular power and elasticity. Arriving at the mark he doubles up and strikes his right heel on the ground; then with a powerful action of the toes forces himself in the air, twists like a cat and whips himself over the i stick with a sharp movement that is very striking. Now as to the running broad jump.

This exercise is not so complicated as the running high jump. The iattcr requires I close application and assiduous study, but the leap under consideration is much sim- pier. It is to this reason I attribute the fact that so many sprinters are successful broad jumpers. If they were compelled to devote the time and energy to it that a high jumper must they would not care to undertake it in addition to their running, i A properly laid path for long jumping should be about twenty yards. At the end i of this path is the block, which is a piece of scantling, sunk acnoss and level with the course.

Beyond this the earth is shoveled away and a soft spot dug up fif- teen to twenty feet from the take-off. Stand at the unper end of the path and start toward the scratch slowly, but in- crease the pace at every stride. On reach- I ing the block strike it with one foot, leap in the air and alight in a stooping I position, but do not fall backward. If you were to lose your balance and sit down in the dirt, or even place a hand behind to save yourself, you will be measured from those points. Then you try again: and this time you overstep the mark, plant your foot in the dirt, at which the stupid officials shake their heads and call it a "foul." By this time yon are in a humor to thrash a po- liceman if he were to speak to you, when something happens to divert your atten- i tion.

A young man in athletic attire steps out, and by the buzz tnat arises you conclude he must be some distincuished jumper. At his request the officials measure off a i certain say twenty feet and at this point he places a handkerchief by the side of the path, with one point projecting an inch or so into the course. The new- comer walks up to the mark he has made i and leisurely paces off to the head of the i course and turns around ready and conn- dent. By this time you are all attention. You observe that he starts slowly, as you did, and increases his pace.

Then you notice that he does something that you did not; i when he reached the handkerchief his foot struck it exactly and the remaining strides were taken as though they were cut by I machinery. Moreover, as you were watch- ing closely so as not to lose a single point you noticed that his foot struck the wood so accurately that it was scarcely an inch out nf the way. Moreover, you observed that one hand was slijjhtiy in the rear and one slightly advanced when his foot struck; that when he began to rise from the block the hand in the rear shot for- ward as he rose, but stopped suddenly at about the height of his nose. This sudden jerk when the body was light had a tendency to pull him upward and onward, greatly accelerating the movement of the jumper. Many beginners are puzzled to know why a block is used in broad jumping and a measurement taken from its edge, and why a man should be measured from a mark his hand makes If he has lost his balance alter landing.

Now, if you were being chased by a bull across a field and came to a creek cut below the level of the meadow you would have to jump. If your "take-off" or point of jumping is six inches from the edge you lose that much, do you not? and you run i that much chance of failing in the water. Certainly the edges are not going to move i toward you to make up for your bad take- off. The jump is certainly not measured I from toe to heel in that case, even if it is measured so by your indulgent friends on the campus. On the contrary, if you miss the edge and go too far the ground is not going to be so accommodating as to shift I and keep you from tumbling in the water, When you land on the other side, say within a few inches of the brink, should I you lose your balance and fall backward, can you support yourself by placing a hand on the ground behind? You would find yourself in the water.

Thusexperi-j ence has taught our athletic Solons the most superior methods to conduct athletic exercises that the best possible results may i be attained. A high-jumping shoe should not have spikes as long as those for sprint-running, but besides should have in the heel a spike of moderate length, that when the juniper drives his heel in the ground preparatory to springing he will not be in danger of slipping. The broad-jumper should wear sprinting shoes that have seen some service, as it is necessary that they should fit the foot perfectly to stand the sudden strain, but particularly that the spikes may be worn down somewhat, as it is not desirable to have long spikes strike the wood. Geo. D.

Baird. THE GRAVE OF OLD JOHN BROWN'S SON It Lies Above the San Gabriel Valley and Overlooks Pasadena. Owen and Jason Brown Lived in the Mountains and Were Guides to Tourists. Uncle James Townsend, a Venerable Quaker, Knew Them Both Well end Their Father. Overlooking and about 1000 feet above the San Gabriel Valley, sling in the shadow of the is an abrupt and conical-shaped hillock which history has made sacred ground.

Here beneath a pine tree lies all that was morUl of Owen Brown, son of "Os.sawattomie A few rods farther up the mountainside, on another prominence, there stood until recently a little cabin which was the home for several years of Owen Brown and his brother Jason. Here in a quiet, unassuming way, sometimes acting ns guides to mountain tourists, the who in earlier days had been accustomed to lives of great activity and excitinir scenes of bloodshed, passed several years in comparative seclusion. Bnt few lives have been more full of thrilling incidents than Owen He was with his father in most of his Southern expeditious which were undertaken for the rescue of slaves from bondage; also in the Kansas and Missouri raids, and was one of the survivors of the culmination at Harpers Ferry. To listen to his recital of their escape was as thrill. ing and much more interesting tnan stories of the most daring of fictitious heroes.

of Pasadena knew these brothers as men whose personal appearance was unassuming in the extreme, ever seeking to allay rather than perpetuate the feelings engendered by the war. Their generous, forgiving spirits were exemplified in many ways, notably at one time. Papadenans, desirous of showing their esteem tor these illustrious mountaindweller3, who, though so rich in fame, were yet in pecuniary embarrassment, gave an entertainment for their benefit, as a result of which $200 was turned over to their account, every cent of which, it was afterward ascertained, founa its way to tne old slave stronghold of Charleston, where hundreds of people were and many had been rendered homeless by the great earthquake. Uncle James Townsend, the old Quaker who lives at 289 Los Robles avenue, Pasadena, had a personal acquaintance with John Brown. "Yes, I was well acquainted with John Brown," says Uncle James, "and he and his men often stopped with me when passing through West Branch, lowa, where in those early times I kept 'The Traveler's They made frequent expeditions into Kansas and Missouri, carrying supplies to aid in the warfare being waged between freedom and slavery.

One evening he surprised us by drivinc into the yard with a few teams, several of his men and about fourteen colored people whom, ha informed us, he had rescued from slavery. Teams were cared for and a hurried supper was prepared for the party in the kitchen. "The little Quaker community began gathering in, ministers and elders coining to expostulate with me for harboring such warlike men and remaining to listen to the story of their exploits. "Although many relics have been parted with, I have several letters from Brown's men, some written after their capture at Harpers Ferry, which occurred soon after the events I have been relating. When reports came of the attack there was great excitement, and my wife, your aunt, fearing we should be implicated, destroyel many letters and other articles which would be valuable as relics now." Crossing the room, my uncle took from his desk a package of yellow letters, which proved very interesting.

One from John EL Cook, bearing the postmark Harpers Ferry, dated August 10, 1859 (about two months before the attack and subsequent capture), is addressed to Messrs. Townsend, Lewis and families. The Lewis, my uncle explained, was his old neighbor and the grandfather of Mrs. Walter Raymond. On the margin of the letter is tho following arrangement of figures: 12, 11, 16, 20, 13, 18, 15, 23, 1, 6.

10, 10, 18, 10 and 2, 15, 19, 20, 15, 9, 20, 7. 10, 13, 15, 25, 19, 7. 14. 22, 10, 14, 18. 6, 23, 10, 11, 23, 10, 14, 18, 10.

15, 1, 3, 25, 23, 14, 6. 20, 6, 1, 8, 9, 15, 18, 15, 21, 18, 9. 18, 10, 8, 8, 7, 20, 2, 3, 7, 6, 12, 7, 23, 6, 3, 12, 15, 2, 10, 19, 15, 1, which interpreted reads: "Captain Brown is here and most of ttie boys have arrived. We are only waiting for our freight, which will come soon." This was an alphabet used by Brown and his men, the key to it being in the possession of the landlords of underground railway stations. Another interesting relic is a splinter from one of the wagons in which the slaves were brought from Missouri, the wagon being now in the possession of the Historical Society in Towa City.

Brown's ax, which my uncle once owned, he had given to his son, Dr. J. Townsend. Mary E. Wright.

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