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Identifier: sanfrancwat4192581930spri (find matches)
Title: San Francisco water
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Spring Valley Water Company (San Francisco, Calif.)
Subjects: Water-supply
Publisher: San Francisco, Calif. : Spring Valley Water Co.
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: California State Library Califa/LSTA Grant

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e.Before the simplededication was over,children were gathering around, and as the guests went away, there was young laughter in their ears. The bench was already a part of their playground. Among the invited guests were the following: Vail Bakewell, Mr. and Mrs. Phil Bekeart, Edward Benjamin, Albert Bender, Mr. Bigin, Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Bulotti, Mrs. C. Tobin Clark, Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Coryell, Templeton Crocker, Mr. and Mrs. Earl Cummings, Mrs. Marian Cunha, Charles S. Cushing, O. K. Cushing, Mr. and Mrs. Gardner Dailey, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Dickman, Mrs. Denis Dimond, Mr. and Mrs.Maynard Dixon, Charles C. Dobie, George Douglas, Mr. and Mrs. S. P. Eastman. Mr.and Mrs. G. A. Elliott, Frank English, Sara Bard Field, Roy S. Folger, Harry Francis, Porter Garnett, Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie Gordon, Mrs. Kenneth Gregory, Fred W.Hall, Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Hamilton, Mr.and Mrs. L. W. Harris, Mrs. Frank C.Havens, Mr. and Mrs. Homer Henley. James Hooper, Colonel (Concluded on page 16) SAN FRANCISCO WATER July, 1928
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The bench to remember George Sterling is on a San Francisco hill that commands the Golden Gate Sterling: ^ Tribute By Idwal Jones (S. F. Examiner, November 18, 1926) GEORGE STERLING, touching on his fifty-seventh year, and feeling wearied turned his face to the wall and died. Requitted this life from his little room in the Bohemian Club, and with no more regret than a bird quitting a twig. This was somewhere between 7 o'clock of Tuesday night and noon yesterday. No matter when. For the curtain had fallen on the drama of San Franciscos Bohemia in which he had been master of revelry for two golden and charming decades. The Dionysian had drunk the cup to the lees, and found the end of life bitter. The reason for living was past finding out. He said good-by to no one. To say good-by would have caused his friends grief. They are many, and they all wept, for he was an exquisite poet, and a charming and loyal friend. I last saw him two weeks ago. We had walked arm in arm through dense fog at midnight, and we

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