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7 ORGOTTEN and unknown by his- obituary, with nothing on her anteced

torians of California letters, “Eu ents. A Placer county history without

lalie,” pseudonym of Mary Eulalie detail barely speaks of her poetry, but (Fee) Shannon, seems to have been a not her book. California woman author, first to have There is no mention of her in the lithad a volume of her poems published. erary histories of California, by the offi. At the request of Librarian Joseph Row. cial literary historian of the State, nor ell of the University of California, I in other histories of California literature make a bibliographical note of this pri- nor Pacific coast anthologies. Librari. ority for permanent preservation in the ans, booksellers and collectors of Cali. Overland Monthly. If her verse had little forniana told me they had never heard of merit, its existence is at least a literary her residence in California. The Cali. curiosity.

fornia State Library, which has not listed In looking over last spring some of her in its printed names of California my historical notes and collections, made authors, referred me to "Literary Women some years ago upon the mining section of California Who Have Passed Away," of the Sierras in the '50s, I found a ref. an article in the Sacramento Wednesday erence to the Placer Herald of March 18, Press of March 11, 1903. This was writ. 1854, containing the statement John ten by Winfield J. Davis, the Sacramento Shannon, Jr., had on January 31, 1854, historian and native of the county of at New Richmond, Ohio, married Mary "Eulalie's" residence in California. It E. Fee, “who had contributed many contains a repetition of her obituary graceful poems to Western periodicals from the Auburn Whig, and the assertion over the nom de plume of 'Eulalie,'" and "of her there is very little available.” that Shannon planned to return to Cali. A hurried and incomplete examination fornia. A citation to the Auburn Whig of Eastern publications reveals she was of December 30, 1854, noted her brief not unknown and forgotten in the East. William Cushing's "Initials and Pseu to death by Morris in 1860 in a violent donyms" has the following: "Shannon, rencounter. Shannon returned to the Mrs. Mary Eulalie (Fee), 1824-55 [sic]. East in 1853 and married Miss Fee on Eulalie. An American poet, of Auburn, January 31, 1854, going immediately to Cal.” Joseph Sabin's “Dictionary of California, where I have a record of her Books Relating to America From Its Dis. residence as early as April 10, 1854. covery to the Present Time" lists her Her volume of poems, "Buds, Blossoms volume of poems under her married ame and Leaves," a well-printed book of vii, and gives her pseudonym.

194 pages, 488x7 inches, has this title I used antiquarian methods in search page: “Buds, Blossoms and Leaves : || ing old files and following clues, and Poems,|| By Eulalie.ll Cincinnati.il located, after much correspondence, her Moore, Wilstach & Keys. | MDCCCLIV." nephew, Dr. Frank Fee, a physician of If there were no other evidence, its preCincinnati, Ohio, to whom I am indebted face, dated June, 1854, indicates she was for data on her early life.

a resident of California when the book Mary Eulalie Fee was born in Flem. left the press. ingsburg, Kentucky, February 9, 1824, None of the poems show a California daughter of William Robert Fee, a na influence, and all were probably written tive of Scott county, Kentucky, born in before her departure. One is entitled the pioneer days of 1793. She was thus "To Frank-In California." "Lines" was one of the first few women poets of "suggested by the death of James D. Southern birth, although I do not find Turner, who died in Nevada City, Cali. her in Lucian Lamar Knight's valuable fornia, August 4th, 1851,” according to a biographical dictionary of Southern liter- note. "The Desert Burial” resulted from ary people in the "Library of Southern Lit the receipt of a letter on the death on erature." Her mother, Elizabeth Dutten the desert of an immigrant to California. Carver, born at Castleton, Rutland county, The poems must have had a considerVermont, in 1795, was the seventh genera able circulation in this State, because to tion from John Carver, first Governor of this day they are often found there in Plymouth. The mother and her parents second-hand book shops. crossed the Alleghenies in covered Depending upon the definition of the wagons and settled at Marietta, Ohio, in term, it may be declared she was hardly 1812, where, at seventeen, she became a a California poet. She calls herself "a school teacher, and is said to have been Californian" in her correspondence with a "great student of history, Shakespeare Eastern newspapers. and the Bible."

From a scrapbook of her newspaper Miss Fee was educated by the best writings, I find she contributed a series, private tutors in Cincinnati. Among her “Travel Scenes," written for the Daily intimates there were Tosso, perhaps the Times of Cincinnati, after her arrival in greatest violinist of the Middle West of California, beginning in April, 1854, and the period; Alice and Phoebe Cary, and extending to December, 1854, the last Henry Warrels, a great guitarist. Her date a few weeks before her death. In home was at "Dove Cottage," built by her this scrapbook there are nine columns father at New Richmond, Ohio.

by her, “Leaves From the Diary of a Her husband, John Shannon, Jr., a Cal. Californian," cut from the Dollar Times. ifornia editor of the early '50s, was after. There is also a story, "Frank Waterford, ward one of the publishers of the Cala- a Tale of the Mines,” written for the veras Chronicle. He established the Vi. Placer Democrat, published at Auburn salia Delta, a Democratic paper, in an by her husband. Following is a three. intensely Southern settlement. As the column story, “A Lost Waif, Mining, in result of a bitter newspaper controversy California,” dated Auburn, October, 1854, with William Gouverneur Morris-whose written for the Dollar Times. All this name suggests a connection with a tal is among the first California story ented family-editor of a Republican writing. publication of that locality, he was shot In this scrapbook there is an announce. ment from the Daily Democratic State in California in the collection of the CalJournal, once published in Sacramento ifornia State Library is "Idealina and by the father of Joseph D. Redding, of Other Poems,” by E. J. C. Kewen, printed a lecture by her on "Home," delivered at in San Francisco in 1853. Colonel Kewen McNulty's Music Hall.

was a Mississippian, Attorney-General of Her California home was at The Junc- California, 1849-50; editor, orator, State tion House, in the Sierras, a stage station legislator and financial agent and aide of two miles from Auburn, where branched Walker in Nicaragua. in the '50s the stage line from Sacra- William Henry Rhodes, later a Califormento to Dutch Flat and Yankee Jim's, nian, had published in New York in 1846 one of the largest and liveliest mining a book of poems entitled "Indian Gallows camps in California. The retiring and and Other Poems." Probably there were idealistic poet, I learn from a pioneer, other books of verse published in the was the object of pride, love and interest East at an early date by those who were by hundreds of young mining adventurers to become Californians. Rhodes was the who daily passed the station, and her San Francisco lawyer who as “Caxton" fame became wide in the mines.

wrote the great short story, “The Case Dying in December, 1854, her obituary of Summerfield." He was a South Caroin the Auburn Whig says, "she was gen. linan by birth. His widow published in erally known in this State as 'Eulalie.'” 1875 his stories and poems under the Her tombstone in an abandoned cemetery title, “Caxton's Book," which contained in Auburn had nothing inscribed on it sketches by Daniel O'Connell and Gen. but the word, “Eulalie." Ambrose Bierce eral W. H. L. Barnes. makes this graveyard one of the scenes Thus, California, never provincial, of his story, "The Realm of the Unreal," either in the log cabin or the metropolis, and says the delapidated burial ground was a finished civilization set down over was "a dishonor to the living, a calumny night in the early '50s. Its world-wide on the dead, a blasphemy against God." lure was due to high class publicity, never It was removed a few years ago, and it equalled on any frontier, such as that of seems no one knows what became of "Eulalie," who was able to write home in "Eulalie's” remains.

a compelling way. The earliest book of poems published


By Jo Hartman

Beloved, a lotus flower from out my heart

I gave to you that unforgotten night,
And set my pagan candle for your eyes-
Whose flame can image nothing save


And to your burning lips I gave-my own,

All cool with pain of too exquisite bliss;
I flung the hoarded star-dust of my dream
Along your path; and now I give you


A Cookery Queen

By Farnsworth Wright

TIME was when Standish MacNab before the earthquake (this word has dis

was a tireless explorer among appeared from California lexicons) when

Chicago's eating houses. Memo- for two-bits in the Fior d'Italia on the ries of San Francisco drove him from Barbary Coast he could eat a meal that one to another in search of something shamed anything Chicago could offer for to remind him of the sea-girt city of the a dollar. He tried goulash in four or five Golden West. For San Francisco is the Little Hungary restaurants, swallowed best fed city on the continent, while chicken and lamb a la Greek at ProtoChicago, for its size, is the poorest fed. papa's, and wandered far from the "loop"

On food, Standish spent careful thought to taste Venetian chicken at the Bisand most of the income from his law marck Garden. Time was when the practice. The greater part of what he young Chicago lawyer changed his eatate he termed "grub." As for the rest, ing-place thrice daily, but that was bethe service was slow, or the table cloths fore he met Sadie. dirty, or the waiters surly; anyway, he Sadie was without doubt the most difound it hard to imagine himself in the vine waitress that ever slung hash in a Techau Tavern or Tait-Zinkand's. His restaurant. She wasn't a raving beauty, gastronomic ramblings carried him into yet despite that she had wonderful blue every cafe on Michigan boulevard, from eyes like the sky seen from the top of the palatial Blackstone, where the wait. Mt. McKinley; her smile was a stunner; ers take themselves very seriously, to her little pug nose was fascinating, and the Russian Tea Room and other pleas- as for grace, she made all other waitant sample establishments where one can resses look like Zeppelins and dread. enjoy the dainty portions served to him, naughts cruising among the tables. if his appetite is not too big. In Mar Standish stuffed a slice of bread into his shall Field's tea room he sat among ample mouth and stared in astonishment ladies who wore earrings and sealskin at finding such a sylph in a hashery. She coats and stuck out their little fingers was of that buxom type of women whose when they ate; he dined in cafes where age cannot be judged from their looks. heavy-jowled gourmands with bald heads She might be twenty-three, or she might and fat necks drank the juice from their be over forty. Standish surmised that oyster shells and gnawed the last speck the lower limit was about correct. of meat from their broiled lobsters; he His search for an eating-house was also ate where hungry shop-girls counted ended, and attacking forty-cent table out pennies for their meals, for his quest d'hotes became henceforth his favorite took him to the tops of skyscrapers and pastime. The food was not better than down into basement cafeterias. He nib- otherwhere; in fact, an unprejudiced bled at egg "fo young" in the Mandarin judge might have pronounced it a great Inn and King Joy Lo's in search of some deal worse. But Standish would not have thing as tasty as the chop suey and bird's rolled the College Inn, Kunz-Remmler's nest hoong chop blooey of Chinatown-by- and the Boston Oyster House into one and the-Golden-Gate, but Chicago's almond- taken the choicest viands from each in eyed waiters soon saw him no more. He exchange for a daily seat in the Quality manipulated spaghetti in Italian restau- Lunchroom, after he first met Sadie waitrants over saloons, and mourned the days ing on the tables there.

"Whatcha going to eat?" she smacked. ninety cents a week. She bought new

“Just a minute - hm! — now let me hats, and sometimes forsook the movies see — nice restaurant you have here, for the Follies. Sixteen dollars a month. huh?"

She could pay her entire confectionery "Want our businessmen's lunch ?" she bill with the lawyer's tips. Forty-eight questioned. “It costs forty cents, but it's dollars in three months. But here Sadie's real good.”

pin money suddenly ceased, as it now beShe took his order, stuck her pencil comes my heavy duty to relate. into her hair-light brown, flavored with At half-past three one afternoon Standgolden-and walked away, leaving Stand. ish entered the lunchroom. Experience ish with his head in a whirl. He never had taught him that the restaurant busihad been in love before, at least not ness was slackest at that hour. Luck seriously, but this time the little winged seemed to be with him, for the other girls boy had twanged an arrow with terrific were out (gone to lunch, probably), and force through his chest. Henceforth he there was not another soul in the place thought and dreamed and lived for besides Sadie and the good-looking, but Sadie.

jealous cashier. Yet he dared not make love at once. Standish ordered eggs and coffee, and She had not yet learned to reciprocate Sadie sat down opposite him to gather an his affection, and besides, she might eartul of talk. think he was flirting, and lose respect "Sadie,” Standish began, “Sadie, what's for him. So for the present he must be the use of going on like this? You weren't satisfied to leave a quarter for her on his meant to work in a restaurant. I want plate, and get better acquainted later on. you to be my wife, and we can get a

Every day Standish ate in the Quality cozy fiat up on the north side, and I'll Lunchroom, except when urgent business buy a flivver, and" called him elsewhere. He opened his "Stop it," Sadie interrupted, rising. thoughts to Sadie, told her his business, "Not another word about love. Not a confided in her that he was making word." nearly $200 a month from his law prac- "But Sadie, don't you care for me?" tice, and would soon be able to get mar. Standish pleaded. ried.

The cashier frowningly left his desk But she never allowed him to talk of and strode toward them. what lay uppermost in his thoughts. She "I like you well enough, Mr. MacNab, would often sit opposite him and chat but I can't marry you. Because". while he ate, after he had learned to She burst out laughing, and sank come in during the slack hours, but she weakly into a chair. always found something to occupy her "Frank," she gasped, when her mirth® and take her away from him whenever had somewhat subsided, "Mr. MacNab he began talking about his heart.

has asked me to marry him. Can you Sometimes it seemed to him that the beat it?" cashier, a man about the same age as A sudden suspicion flashed into StandStandish, was narrowly eyeing his tete-a ish's brain as he saw the angry face and tetes with Sadie, and he attributed it to threatening fists of the cashier. jealousy. It worried him, too, for he "You aren't — already — married ?” he feared lest the young man, with his hand- gasped. some face and gracile mustache, might al- "You said it,” she affirmed. “You can't ready have the key to Sadie's heart. So blame me for laughing, Mr. MacNab, al. he determined to bring matters to a head though I know it isn't a bit funny to you. and declare his love.

I kind of thought you were in love with Fifteen cents for breakfast and a me, but-can't you see how funny it is?” quarter each noon and evening. This was "I am deeply mortified,” Standish conthe unvarying amount of his daily tips. fessed. “I apologize most humbly to you, Sixty-five cents a day. Sadie did not lack and to your husband." spending money. Three dollars and “My husband!” Sadie exclaimed.

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