The time for the annual Firemen's Ball was now at hand. At this period
the Firemen's Ball was an institution of the first social importance.
As has been shown, the various organizations were voluntary
associations, and in their ranks birds of a feather flocked together.
On the common meeting ground of the big annual function all elements
met, even--if they did not mingle as freely as they might.
In any case, the affair was very elaborate and very gorgeous.
Preparations were in the hands of special committees months in advance.
One company had charge of the refreshments, another of the music, a
third of the floor arrangements, and so on. There was much jealous
anxiety that each should do its part thoroughly and lavishly, for the
honour of its organization. The members of each committee were
distinguished by coloured ribbons, which they wore importantly
everywhere. An air of preoccupied business was the proper thing for
days before the event.
It was held this year in one of the armouries. The decoration committee
had done its most desperate. Flags of all nations and strips of
coloured bunting draped the rafters; greens from the Sausalito Hills
framed the windows and doors; huge oiled Chinese lanterns swayed from
the roofs. The floor shone like glass. At either end bowers of green
half concealed the orchestras--two of them, that the music might never
cease. The side rooms were set for refreshments. Many chairs lined the
walls. Hundreds of lamps and reflectors had been nailed up in every
conceivable place. It took a negro over an hour to light them all. Near
the door stood a wide, flat table piled high with programs for the
dancers. These were elaborate affairs, and had cost a mint of
money--vellum folders, emblazoned in colour outside, with a sort of
fireman heraldry and the motto: "We strive to save." Gilded pencils on
short silken tasselled cords dangled from their corners.
At eight o'clock the lights were all blazing, the orchestras were
tuning, and the floor fluttered with anxious labelled committeemen
dashing to and fro. There was nothing for them to do, but they were
nervous. By half-past eight the first arrivals could be seen hesitating
at the outer door, as though reluctant to make a plunge; herded finally
to the right and left of men's and women's dressing-rooms. After a
long, chattering interval, encouraged by the slow accumulation of
numbers, a little group debouched on the main, floor. Its members all
talked and laughed feverishly, and tried with varying success to assume
an accustomed ease they did not feel. Most of the women, somehow,
seemed all white gloves and dancing slippers, and bore themselves
rather like affable, slightly scared rabbits. The men suddenly became
very facetious, swapping jokes in loud tones.
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