Precisely so. There are still some of the shop-keepers about that ancient plaza who can recall the thin figure of the poet and dreamer who loafed lazy days in that open space--hobnobbing with sailors and the strange dark-skinned vagabond folk from overseas. There is a single monument in the square today--a smooth monolith upon whose top there rests a ship, its sails full-bellied to the wind but which never reaches a port. Upon the smooth surface of that stone you may read: TO REMEMBER ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON To be honest To be kind--To earn a lit- tle To spend a lit- tle less--to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence--To re- nounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered--To keep a few friends but these without capitula- tion--Above all on the same grim condition to keep friends with himself--Here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy That is the lesson that Portsmouth square gives to the wanderers who drag themselves today to its benches--the words that come as a sermon from one who knew and who pitied wrecked humanity. There are other great squares of San Francisco--and filled with interest--perhaps none other more so than Union square, in the heart of the fine retail section with its theaters and hotels and clubs. Of these last there is none more famous than the Bohemian. More showy clubs has San Francisco. The Pacific Union in its great brown-stone house upon the very crest of Nob Hill, where in other days the bonanza millionaires were wont to build their high houses so that they might look across the housetops and see the highways in from the sea, has a home unsurpassed by any other in the whole land. But the Bohemian does not get its fame from its fine town club-house. Its "jinks" held in August in a great cluster of giant redwood trees off in the wonderful California hills are world-renowned. In the old days all that was necessary for a man to be a Bohemian, beyond the prime requisite of being a good fellow, was that he be able to sing a song, to tell a story or to write a verse. In these days the Bohemian Club, like many other institutions that were simple in the beginning, has waxed prosperous. Some of its members have rather elaborate cottages in among the redwoods and go back and forth in automobiles. But much of the old spirit remains. It is the spirit which the San Franciscan tells you gave first American recognition to such an artist as Luisa Tetrazzini, which many years ago gave such a welcome to the then famous Lotta that the generous actress in a burst of generous enthusiasm returned with the gift to the city of the Lotta fountain--at one of the most famous of the Market street corners. It is the spirit which makes San Francisco give to art or literature the quickest