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San Francisco's first entertainer, Stephen C. Massett, was the true Bohemian type. He was an artist, with an equal capacity for work and diversion, whose ruling principle was, "If your pocket is light make your heart light to match it; if your coat is torn, laugh while you you patch it."
Massett was a "red-faced little Englishman" with a wealth of copper-colored curls, a heavy mustache and goatee, a face full and mobile, with the nose of the philosopher and the eyes of the dreamer. He was poet-actor, song and dance artist, composer, essayist, lawyer, auctioneer, notary public, and "wandering minstrel in many lands." He was best known to San Francisco as "Jeems Pipes of Pipesville," his nom de plume as a writer of humorous prose. It pleased Mr. Massett, after his characteristic vein of humor, to call Pipesville a "ranch," but in reality it was "a little house not much larger than a full-sized Saratoga trunk" in a bog near the "bridge" on Mission Street.
Massett came to this country by sailing vessel from England in 1837. He articled himself in Buffalo, as a law student, where to "an occasional line of Blackstone, a half-page of Kent, or a speech of Charles Phillips," he devoured Shakespeare, "learning 'Richard III' by heart, a portion of "Othello," and a scene from 'Macbeth'." Finally concluding that his chances of becoming distinguished at the bar were slim, and not being able to penetrate at all into the mysteries of Coke, Kent, or Blackstone, he drifted. He eked out an existence in countinghouse and theater, as clerk, bookkeeper, salesman, wandering minstrels, from New York to Boston, to Charleston, back again to New York, to the Mediterranean, to Malta, Constantinople, and returned once more to New York, there to remain four years as clerk in the law firm of Brady & Maurice.
It was while he was living in Charleston, Massett confesses, that "happening to fall in love with a large pair of dark eyes, I gave vent to my feelings in the words and music of a song my maiden effort 'When the Moon on the Lake is Beaming'."
A victim of the gold fever, Massett set sail by schooner for San Francisco in January, 1849. He was eight days crossing the Isthmus by mule back, jolt, bump, jolt, across streams and hills, into bogs and holes and out again. Then, for thirty days, he was becalmed on the Pacific, in dreadful heat, and with malignant fever among the passengers. The horror seemed never-ending. The ship was ninety-eight days making its way from Panama to the Golden Gate.
This awful journey, this need for some less perilous mode of travel, later inspired Massett to compose the stirring music of "Clear the Way," for a poem by Charles Mackay. More than any other one thing, it is said, "Clear the Way" helped to create public sentiment in favor of a transcontinental railroad.
CLEAR THE WAY;
OR, SONG OF THE WAGON ROAD
Words by Charles Mackay; Music by Stephen C. Massett
(Composed for and dedicated to the
Pioneers of the Great Pacific Railroad)
(The first stanza)
Men of thought, be up and stirring, night an day;
Sow the seed, withdraw the curtain,
Clear the way!
Men of action, aid and cheer, as ye may;
There's a found about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow
There's a flower about to blow
There's a midnight blackness changing into gray,
Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!
On the morning of the ninety-ninth day after his departure from Panama, Massett set foot on the shore of San Francisco, then a city of tents and wooden shanties. The first man he met was Colonel J. D. Stevenson, whom he had known slightly in New York. Stevenson, who had been in command of the California regiment of volunteers which left New York for the Mexican war in 1846, had on several occasions visited the law offices of Brady & Maurice, where Massett was employed.
The Colonel was now a "land commissioner," though he could never quite live down his military past; he still habitually wore a closely buttoned frock coat and military fatigue cap . . . The Colonel, learning that Massett had no definite object in coming to California, but was just drifting about, suggested that he come the next day to his office. "You are just the young man for me," he said. "You of course understand drawing deeds, mortgages, et cetera; in fact the general routine of a lawyer's office. I have just purchased a tract of land am going to build a new city a second New York, sir! I call it, sir, 'New York of the Pacific,' sir! I'll make you Alcade, sir! Notary Public, sir! . . . The next day, Massett, after breakfast with the Colonel, went to his office, a wooden shanty, with a door that opened with a rusty old latch, and just behind the door a wooden bunk. Here, at high tide, the water came up to the doorsill, so that, as Massett later used to say, "I had to wade up to my middle to get into my crib." (The office was on Montgomery, between Washington and Jackson streets, with a sign announcing J.D. Stevenson's Land Office and Agency of Lots in New York of the Pacific.) . . .
Massett, however, was not long to be left undisturbed over any "arduous task" in the real estate office on Montgomery Street. It soon became noised about that the red faced little Englishman with the shock of copper-colored curly hair was a whole company in himself . . . a clamor for a show arose that nearly swept Massett off his feet, and soon the announcement of the opening show, on June 22d, set the town agog with excitement.
ON MONDAY, A CONCERT WILL BE GIVEN
COURT HOUSE, PORTSMOUTH SQUARE
BY MR. STEPHEN C. MASSETT
Composer of "When the Moon on the Lake is Beaming" and other Popular Ballads
Neither money nor pains were spared to make the evening a success. A piano the only one in the state was lent for the occasion by Mr. E. Harrison, Collector of the Port; it was moved from his office to the courthouse across Portsmouth Square, at a cost of sixteen dollars. This act was typical of the generosity of spirit that was to mark all the activities of San Francisco in the years to come. Massett fared not nearly so well in other sections of the country.
"I had a melodeon in those days," relates Massett, "as pianos were difficult to obtain, upon which I accompanied myself in my songs. Now this has not a very lively effect upon the performance, or the audience the music emitted therefrom being a sort of cross between the accordion and a barrel organ. At the same time I have to keep the wind up by a perpetual movement of the right foot on the pedal. If for a second I miss, the bellows indignantly resigns its office. The machine gives a feeble and dying squeak, and I am left to the tender mercy of my audience.
"It was during a very pathetic rendering of the opening song, 'When the Moon on the Lake is Beaming,' that this fatal casualty happened, and to add to the miserable state of my feelings which I trust will be fully appreciated by the reader I was requested to 'dry up' by someone in the pit. "Now, whether this suggestion had anything to do with the hydraulic nature of the ballad in question, I know not, but considering it was only the commencement of a two hours' performance, I think my situation deserved some sympathy."
Massett modestly called his performance a "concert," and conducted the entire evenings' entertainment single-handed with such marked success that the more skeptical among the audience disputed earnestly whether he was in reality, as purported, one man, or a whole troupe.
Varying fortunes and his habit of drifting about found Massett acting as auctioneer at Sacramento, and again, as a "wandering minstrel," touring the mining and agricultural towns of northern California and Oregon. Of that tour, he recounts a pleasant evening spent at Grass Valley with Lola Montez in her "picturesque little villa guarded by a large-sized bear, sundry dogs, parrots, cats, etc."
His permanent abiding place, however, for many years was his beloved so-called ranch of Pipesville. It became famed the country over as the "poet's corner," the rendezvous of Bohemians like himself, whose art was greater than their recompense, yet who never failed to match their light pockets with still lighter hearts."
December 22, 1849, Placer Times, Sacramento City, Sacramento, California
Written for the Placer Times.
BY STEPHEN C. MASSETT.
Oh! lady, take these buds and flowers
And twine them in thy nut-brown hair,
And I will weave for thee a wreath
Richer than any queen could wear.
For thou shouldst have a coronet
Not glittering with costly gem;
The primrose and the violet
Shall be thy queenly diadem!
The jessamine bank shall be thy throne,
The hawthorn blossomings for thee
Shall breathe their fragrance, while the song
Of nightingale and humming bee
Shall be thy music, and the shade
Of leafy bower aud myrtle green
Shall yield for thee a sanctuary
Where thou shalt dwell in peace serene.
Then lady take these buds and flowers
And twine them in thy nut-brown hair,
And I will weave a fragrant wreath
Richer than any queen could wear.
For offerings of gold and gems, Lady, I would not bring to thee;
But weave a wreath whose blossomings
May bloom in immortality!
Mortality among Actors.
In looking over the newspapers from the States for the last few months, we could not help being struck with the great mortality which has occurred in the theatrical profession. It is rarely the case among any particular class that such a proportion of deaths occur in so short a space of time. Most of those whose demise we have noticed have been comedians of long standing in the profession and acquired some celebrity both at home and abroad.
We have seen all of them in different parts of the United States, frequently delighting audiences and administering to the pleasure of persons of all tastes. Many of our readers have experienced pleasure in witnessing their personations. Who has not laughed at the clever Yankee personations of Dan Marble, as celebrated for his witty stories off the stage as on, and Yankee Hill, too; both have strutted their brief hour and are now gone to be seen no more.
We can now recollect the names of a number of others. Rose Telbin, an extremely clever New York actress. Mrs. Charles, formerly Mrs. Tom Hamblin, Jim Crow Rice, Charles Green, personator of 'old men,' George Mossop, an Irish comedian, husband of the celebrated Mrs. H. Hunt, Richard Russel, a low comedian of merit of the South and West, Mr. W. Wharam. light comedian. All these and more have appeared for the last time in the drama of life. Death, that grim 'call-boy' has summoned them from the mimic stage forever. Alta Cal.
January 13, 1852, Daily Alta California, San Francisco
San Francisco, December 9, 1851. -- Stephen C. Massett, Esq. -- Dear Sir -- Understanding that you contemplate soon to leave California, we beg to assure you that you will very much gratify your friends in San Francisco if you will offer for their entertainment a musical concert on some evening tha tmay be convenient to yourself, previous to your departure. It is fresh in the recollection of many of your friends that you were the first to give a vocal entertainment, nearly three years ago, in this city, and we hope you may find it agreeable to yourself to give a farewell concert ere you leave San Francisco.
With every sentiment of respect,
|Hon. S. R. Harris||Joseph C. Palmer|
|W. D. M. Howard||John W. Geary|
|David T. Bagley||H. W. Halleck|
|R. H. Waller||Frederick Billings|
|H. F. Teachemacher||T. Butler Kiug|
|R. H. Sinton||R. B. Hampton|
|Julius K. Rose||John E. Addison|
|Page, Bacon & Co.||Beverley C. Sanders|
|Messrs. McAllister||John Wilson|
|Q. A. Cost||S. U. Hopkins|
|A. Bartol||Geo. H. Howard|
|J. Vincent Browne||Joseph Lewis|
|J. C. Woods||D. H. Haskell|
|Ogden Hoffman, Jr.||Charles L. Case|
|P. Dillon||James Otis|
|Alfred Wheeler||George N. Shaw|
|John A. Monroe||Cyrus W. Jones|
|H. Meiggs||Caleb Hyatt|
|C. N. Hitchcock||J. P. Haven|
|P. A. Brinsmade||H. M. Gray|
|E. Gilbert||R. H. Thayer|
E. C. Kemble
Artists at Continent's End
The Monterey Peninsula Art Colony, 1875-1907
Scott A. Shields
Few regions rival the magnificence of California's Monterey Peninsula. This beauty, together with a mild climate, rich history, and simplicity of lifestyle, encouraged the development of one of the nation's foremost art colonies. From 1875 to the first years of the twentieth century, artists were drawn to the towns of Monterey, Pacific Grove, and then Carmel. Artists at Continent's End is the first in-depth examination of the importance of the Monterey Peninsula, which during this period came to epitomize California art. Beautifully illustrated with a wealth of images, including many never before published, this book tells the fascinating story of eight principal protagonists--Jules Tavernier, William Keith, Charles Rollo Peters, Arthur Mathews, Evelyn McCormick, Francis McComas, Gottardo Piazzoni, and photographer Arnold Genthe--and a host of secondary players who together established an enduring artistic legacy.
The Naval Order of the United States has a history dating from 1890. Membership includes a wide range of individuals, many with highly distinguished career paths. When it was established, the Founders provided "that any male person above the age of eighteen years who either served himself, was still presently serving, or was descended from an officer or enlisted man who served in any of the wars which the U.S. Navy, Marine Corps, or Revenue or Privateer services was engaged was eligible for Regular membership." Today, the Order is a "by invitation only" society, and includes men and women who have served or who assist in accomplishing its Mission, including research and writing on naval and maritime subjects.
The San Francisco Commandery meets the first Monday of each month in San Francisco, California and holds two formal dinners each year: