Spring 1924: “We merely wanted to show that real liquor was being smuggled into this country.”

From the Chronicle, May 14, 1924

Paul Rubio Payne, alias Pane, Thomas Murphy, Percy Allen, alias Allender, Charles Munsun and Sidney Heild, allged professional bootleggers, and said to be operating a fleet of rum-running vessels between Vancouver and Pacific Coast points, were indicted by the Federal Grand Jury yesterday on conspiracy charges to violet the Volstead Act.

Allen, Munsun and Held were captured shortly after midnight, April 25, near New Year’s Point, a they were landing 241 cases of Canadian Club whiskey into automobiles. Four automobiles and the liquor were seized by Prohibition Director Rutter and four of his deputies, W.R. Paget, David W. Rinckel, Henry Toft and I.H. Cory. Payne and Murphy are said to have fled from the scene and since have been declared by the Government to be fugitives from justice.

The liquor, said to be of excellent quality, was landed at the Jay F. Steele, Steele being a member of one of the oldest and wealthiest land-owning families south of Pescadero….”

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October 6, 1926

Coast is Mute Evidence in U.S. Liquor Landing Trial
Ranch Owner at New Year’s Point Also Links Payne to Smuggling
A plain business coat said to have been made by Joseph Parente, former tailor, constituted the most damaging evidence presented against Paul Rubio Payne, alleged liquor smuggler, at his trial in the Federal Court here yesterday on charges of conspiracy to violate the national prohibition and internal revenue laws. The coat was introduced as evidence said to have been left by Payne following the landing of 240 cases of illicit liquor at the A.S. Steele ranch, near New Year’s Point, on the night of April 25, 1924.on

Steele is owner of the ranch and a willing Government witness. He said he has been farming his place for the last twenty-five years, and during the winter of 1923-24 Payne and Thomas Murphy came to see him and made arrangements for landing contraband liquor at $1 a case.

Steele assisted in the unloading of several cargoes of liquor, he told Assistant United States Attorney Eugene D. Bennett, and each time Payne or Murphy was there to superintend the landing of the liquor. Others there at the time, said Steele, were Percy Allender, on trial with Payne and Murphy; Sidney Held and Al Schultz, the two latter of whom were killed in a hijacker’s battle in Los Angeles recently.

Steele, who proved an alert witness for the Government, on cross-examination by Attorneys Kenneth C. Gillis, Edwin McKenzie and Joseph Taaffe, said that he knew he was violating the law in allowing the landing of liquor at his ranch.

“To save my hide,” Steele admitted, “I made a statement to former Prohibition Director Rutter that my place was used as a landing port for ilicit liquor.”

Outside of the embarrassment of being arrested and later released on his own recognizance, nothing further was done toward Steele by the Government, the witness testified. Steele knew he would not be prosecuted for violating the dry law, he told McKenzie, after making his statement. It was always his impression that Payne and Murphy were partners in liquor smuggling, Steele testified, because Payne and Murphy both told him “we are partners in the business.”

The business suit coat hurriedly left behind on the night of April 25, 1924, had been worn by Paul Rubio Payne, former Prohibition agents David W. Rinckel, Gordon Lee and Isaac Henry Gory testified. All three were on the raid at the time, they said, and after confiscating some 240 cases of Canadian whiskey and arresting Allender, Held and Schultz, they picked up the coat and found the name of “Payne” stitched on an inside pocket, they said.

R.S. Love, a Government chemist, tenderly cared for two bottles of whiskey. They were samples that had been given him at the time of the Steele ranch raid. In alcohol content, Love testified, the whiskey had a potency of more than 100 proof. Defense attorneys asked Judge Kerrigan to rule out the introduction of the liquor, but the court refused.

“Such evidence does not assume part of this so-called conspiracy,” said Attorney Gillis. “We shall show,” said Assistant US Attorney Bennett for the Government, “that the two bottles offered in evidence is only a mite of the entire lot confiscated at the Steele ranch. We merely wanted to show that real liquor was being smuggled into this country.”
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John Vonderlin Says: San Gregorio Metal Thieves…Beware!

Story/Photos by John Vonderlin

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Hi June,
A change of schedule forced us to cancel the trip to the San Mateo History Museum last week, but we were able to use the fabulous weather to cruise the Coastside. One of our destinations was San Gregorio Beach, to resolve the issue of the Ocean Shore Railroad’s proposed path between where its trace disappears just north of the nude beach parking lot to the San Gregorio Highway 1 bridge, which must have been the site of the proposed railroad trestle too. I need to organize that discussion, but wanted to relate a couple of unrelated things we encountered.

The first is that the San Gregorio Historical Plaque #26, commemorating Portola’s Expedition stopping there in 1769, has been stolen by metal thieves.

I’ve attached a picture of what it used to look like and what it looks like now.

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I’ve been noticing lately, undoubtedly due to the, until recently, sky-high metal prices, that even the commemorative plaques on seaside benches, dedicated to the loved ones of the donor are being stolen.

While we can’t watch these, often isolated “rememberances” all the time, I would urge folks to keep an eye out for people carrying unusual tools, like crowbars, and to urge their politicians to pass more restrictive laws on scrap and recycling dealers. Oregon has done so, with limited effect. Perhaps, sting operations to separate the legitimate businessman, who perform a valuable service, from the “fences” that facilitate the crimes of these “scum of the earth” thieves would help.

I call the photos I’ve attached of the largest mushrooms 8I’ve ever seen on the Coastside or anywhere else, “Pick Your Poison.” I was looking for an item to give scale to how large these are and found an old, but still unopened Budweiser beer can, partially buried in duff, nearby.

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While I’ve been known to quaff a few, I didn’t think several years of aging would have improved its flavor. But we all know what size they are.

The mushrooms are Amanita Muscaria, a very poisonous variety, I’ve written about previously. Enjoy. John
P.S. The plaque says, oops!, said:
PORTOLA CAMP
Captain Gaspar de Portola and his party of
Spanish Explorers, journeying overland from
San Diego in a fruitless search for Monterey Bay,
camped here by San Gregorio Creek for a three
day rest and treatment of their sick. October 24-
27, 1769. Having missed Monterey, they later
discovered San Francisco Bay instead.
REGISTERED LANDMARK NO. 26
Plaque placed by the California Cenntennial Commision, in
co-operation with the County Board of Supervisors,
and the San Mateo County Historical Association
October 16, 1949.

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Manuel M. Bettencourt of San Gregorio

Image: Early San Gregorio

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From History of San Mateo County by Frank Stanger, Narrative and Biographical, 1938

For many years Manuel M. Bettencourt has been identified with transportation activities, owing his advancement to proven worth and ability, and in civic affairs of San Mateo he plays a leading part. He was born March 25, 1886, in San Gregorio, San Mateo county, and is a son of Manuel Bettencourt de Avilla, a native of the Azores, and Mary (Mesquite) Bettencourt. His father is one of the pioneers of San Mateo county and for a number of years operated a ranch near San Gregorio. In 1891 he brought his family to San Mateo and is now living retired.

Manuel M. Bettencourt attended the public schools of San Mateo until he had completed the curriculum of the tenth grade and this constituted the extent of his educational advantages. At an early age he went to work for E. A. Husing, with whom he remained for a considerable period, and then secured a position in the San Francisco office of the ticket auditor of the Southern Pacific Railroad Company. Mr. Bettencourt spent eighteen and a half years with that corporation, acquiring a practical knowledge of the intricate details of the railroad business, and in 1919 became connected with the Western Pacific system in the capacity of chief rate clerk in the passenger accounting department. He is efficient, trusthworthy and conscientious and since March 15, 1926 has been chief rate clerk in the general passenger’s office, office which is situated in the Mills building of San Francisco.

In 1911, Mr. Bettencourt was united in marriage to Miss Katherine Jung, who was born in San Jose, California, and they have become the parents of two children: Eleanor Bernice, a junior in the San Mateo Union High School and Robert Joseph, who is attending grammar school. Mr. Bettencourt is a member of the Decimo Club and secretary of the San Mateo Planning Commission. He is working systematically and effectively for the good of his community and has won and retained the esteen of all with whom he has been associated in the varied relations of life.

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Stanford’s Bailey Willis hunted “shakes” all over the world

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Professor Bailey Willis hunted earthquakes

By June Morrall

When the fearless 72-year-old Stanford geologist Bailey Willis went on an African safari in 1929, he wasn’t interested in wild animals. He was hunting earthquakes.

For years, the internationally known quake expert had studied traces of temblors all over the world, and in San Mateo County, he carefully tracked the San Andreas Fault from Mussel Rock southeast to Crystal Springs Reservoir and Searsville Lake.

No wonder he was called “Earthquake Willis” – although the eminent structural geologist, seismologist, explorer, world traveler, author, painter and lecturer would have preferred to shake off the nickname.

At age 65 in 1922, Willis retired from Stanford’s faculty, but he wasn’t the retiring kind. As professor emeritus, he remained as active as one of those smoldering volcanoes that fascinated him.

When he became president of the American Seismological Association, he helped produce an “Earthquake Map of California,” pinpointing the location “of the faults which traverse the rocky foundations of California, and may be the origin of earthquake shocks.” More importantly, the published map “was designed to show the lines on which earthquakes may occur and which, therefore, should be avoided by structures liable to damage by earthquakes.”

Willis cared a great deal about preventing the loss of life and property due to nature’s frightening disruption. Always self-assured and opinionated, he believed the devastating fires accompanying the 1906 San Francisco earthquake could have been prevented if the water mains had been properly protected from bursting.
“The fact that fire consumes cities after an earthquake is an indictment,” he once charged, “not an excuse.”

Many of California’s early building codes evolved from experiments Willis conducted on an “earthquake table” in a Stanford laboratory. The geologist simulated natural shocks while observing their effect on model building structures, composed of different materials. He experimented with novel ideas at his home on the campus, quake-proofing it with “pendulum and roller arrangements,” theorizing that in the event of a sharp jolt the building would roll or swing and not break.

On the lecture circuit, Willis shocked audiences when he discussed experimental methods of safeguarding buildings against earthquakes, including the radical concept of freeing structures from their foundations, putting them on ball bearings and equipping them with springs and shock absorbers. One day, he hoped, earthquakes could be scientifically predicted.

According to legend, Willis warned a Santa Barbara audience in the summer of 1925 that their city was in imminent danger of suffering a significant quake, when, lo and behold, his words became prophetic and the earth began to move. The 6.3 magnitude quake caused the deaths of 14 people and $6.5 million in damages. From that moment on,  Willis was burdened with the nickname: “Earthquake Willis.”

Willis often said there was only one grain of truth in the story. He was in Santa Barbara during the quake jotting down observations while the bricks were still falling—but that was the extent of his involvement.

He concluded that earthquakes could not destroy a well-constructed building in California. Damage occurred only in the case of faulty design, a poor choice of building materials, or an ensuing fire.

Bailey Willis was born in Idlewild-on-Hudson, New York, in 1857, the son of Nathaniel Parker Willis, a poet and co-founder of “Town and Country,” the nation’s second-oldest magazine. Willis earned a mining and civil engineering degree at Columbia University and a Ph.D. from Germany’s University of Berlin.

In 1880 when he was in his early 20s, Willis was hired by the Northern Pacific Railway to search for coal deposits north of Mount Rainier in Washington state. The young geologist would never forget the magnificent wilderness territory. Continue reading

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1886: Pigeon Point lighthouse was in defalcation: Story by John Vonderlin

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“Pigeon Point Thread”

Story by John Vonderlin

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Hi June,

After reading JoAnne Semone’s article in “La Peninsula,” coupled with my Rob Tillitz correspondence, regarding photographs of the Pigeon Point area (to help him promote his book, “Smuggler’s Cove”), I think it’s time to add my two cents.

I found the following article in the Newspaper Archives:
LIGHTHOUSE EMPLOYEES
The Daily Alta
May 17, 1886
“The House of Representatives in Washington, in Committee of the Whole, has agreed to report favorably to pay certain lighthouse employees on this coast, who were sufferers by the defalcations of John T. Best, Clerk to the Engineer of this district. The bill was reported from the Committee of Claims by Representative McKenna and was recommended by Representative Felton. The following amounts are appropriated: For employees of Point Conception $3,934.70; Miguel Ortega $478.14; Charles Ashton $270; For Pigeon Point Station $980.99; sundry bills $120.95; M & T. B. Murphy $105; O.B. Shaw $1,748.87.”

I had to look up defalcate as I wasn’t familiar with the word, although the context is clear. It means to embezzle or misuse. In Medeival Latin it meant “to mow” from its root of “falc” meaning a sickle. And of course defalcatio means to lop off as every limerick fan probably knows.

Representative McKenna, mentioned in the article, is Joseph McKenna, considered the embodiment of the Horatio Alger stories, being the son of poverty-stricken Irish Immigrants fleeing the horrors of the Potato Famine. Here’s an excerpt from his Wikipedia article.

Joseph McKenna (August 10, 1843 – November 21, 1926) was an American politician who served in all three branches of the U.S. federal government, as a member of the U.S. House of Representatives, as U.S. Attorney General and as an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court.

Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the son of Irish immigrants, he attended St. Joseph’s College and the Collegiate Institute at Benicia, California. After being admitted to the California bar in 1865, he became District Attorney for Solano County and then served in the California State Assembly for two years (1875-1877).

Representative Felton was almost surely one of the children of John Brooks Felton, for whom the town of Felton was named. John Felton (1827-77) was a Harvard-educated lawyer and judge, as well as mayor of Oakland, a UC Regent and twice unsuccessful candidate for US Senate. While Representative Felton and his father left a positive mark in the Bay Area’s history, it was his sister, Katharine Conway Felton who changed the world. This article from Wikipedia tells why:

Katharine Conway “Kitty” Felton (1873 – 1940) is a name that became synonymous with social work for her innovative reforms over the 40 years of her tenure as head of Associated Charities in San Francisco beginning at the turn of the 19th century.

Katharine Conway Felton was born in Oakland, California, on July 7, 1873, the daughter of a prominent San Francisco Bay Area family. Her father John Brooks Felton, was a judge and mayor of Oakland and has the Santa Cruz County town of Felton, California named for him. She was called “the conscience of the city” because of her dedication to social work.

In 1901, at the age of 28, Felton was appointed director of Associated Charities (now Family Service Agency of San Francisco).

In the crucible of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire, she became the head of the social service efforts to restore the life of the people of the city and developed innovative solutions that are common practice today. She created the first employment agency in the United States, developed mental health counseling to deal with the traumatized, became an advocate for foster care, and by combining private and public funds made it possible for widowed and single mothers to remain at home with their children.

She also was responsible for emptying the refugee camps and finding placements for the dispossessed, all of which she accomplished within one year. These innovations became known as the “San Francisco Model” by 1907 and swept the nation as the primary mode of social service throughout the country by 1909.

For those interested in learning more about this amazing woman there is a biography by Jean Burton that details her accomplishments. Enjoy. John

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La Peninsula: JoAnne Semones writes about Pigeon Point

& Montara’s Bruce Jenkins analyzes Big Wave “Mavericks”

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Review by John Vonderlin

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Hi June,
I was just reading the Winter issue of “La Peninsula,” the Journal of the San Mateo Historical Association. The cover and first twelve pages are devoted to an excellent article about Maverick’s by Bruce Jenkins, a Montara resident. Bruce, the advisor to the History Museum’s interactive Maverick’s exhibit and author of several big wave surfing books, knows his subject really well and so do we after reading the article. He’s got good inside stuff, covers the history well, and also delves into the spirit of the unusual group of surfers who risk their lives challenging the monsters that can build, collapse and explode at our local, world famous surf spot. With sponsorship secured, invitees picked, all we need now is for Mother Nature to co-operate, and we’ll once again be exposed to one of the most daring sporting events anywhere.

With the great low tides over the next few days, if I can arrange it, I might try to make a circum-Pillar trip and get some pictures of Maverick’s, Mushroom Rock, etc. from the foot of the Point, something impossible during the event.

The other article completing the issue is “The Storied Waters of Pigeon Point,” by JoAnne Semones.” JoAnne, the author of “Shipwrecks, Scalawags, and Scavengers,”  an excellent chronicling of a century of the tragedy-filled Maritime history of the treacherous waters the Pigeon Point Lighthouse was built to neuter, has added new material from rare oral histories and personal interviews with the keepers’ families and local residents. She has included historic smuggler stories that should be great background for some of the tales I’m hoping Rob Tillitz will share about his experiences in these waters. Enjoy. John

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Where is Saint’s Rest?

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1903: Over-the-Hill VIPs announce their railroad from Half Moon Bay to Pescadero

and a second feeder to their big amusement center called “Pacific City” at Coyote Point. coyote2

[Image above: Pacific City at Coyote Point was actually built. Here’s the entrance. perhaps on “opening day.” There were rides for the kids and a carnival atmosphere. Was this what railroad promoters had in mind for the Half Moon Bay area?]

[Image below: The fishing pier at Coyote Point, also known as “Pacific City.”

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When passengers got off at the Southern Pacific railroad station in San Mateo, they would have had the choice of visiting  Coyote Point or Half Moon Bay.

[Image below: You may have to turn this map on its side but it represents an early Ocean Shore Railroad route. Circa 1880s. Note that Half Moon Bay is called “Spanishtown, indicating that the locals were still calling the town by that name.]

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Story from John Vonderlin

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The San Francisco Call
December 17, 1903
BEGIN WORK AT RAILROAD ENTERPRISE
Ground is Broken by the New Projectors of the Bowie and Clark Road Which is to Connect San Mateo With Coast Towns
FORCE OF LABORERS COMMENCE WORK
Large Quantities of Steel Rails, Ties, and Other Material Arrive and Are Being Distributed Along the Route
Special Dispatch to The Call

San Mateo-Dec. 16  Ground was broken yesterday for the new Bowie and Clark railroad, which is to connect the coast towns of Halfmoon  Bay and Pescadero, on the west point, and Coyote Point on the bay. Large quantities of steel rails, crossties, and other materials have been arriving for several days, and all are now being distributed along the route.

Engineer E.F. Haas of San Francisco, who has charge of the construction, put a force of laborers to work on H Street yesterday, and the work of grading and laying the rail will be pushed forward vigorously. The route will be from the intersection of Third avenue and Railroad street, at the Southern Pacific crossing, down Third avenue to H street, through H to Poplar avenue, thence through that thoroughfare to Coyote Point. The franchise for this railroad was granted at recent meetings of the County Supervisors and City Trustees to Henry P. Bowie and Charles W. Clark. Under its term the road must be completed in the city limits within two years and in the county within five years. Just how much of it will be built now is not known. Clark is still in the East and Bowie is reticent about their plans.

Coyote Point is owned by the Bowie Estate, and the rumor is persistent that their present plans contemplate the extension of the road from Third avenue and Railroad street, to the point where a recreation resort, including baths, a hotel and other attractions will be erected to accommodate the large crowds of visitors that flock here during the summers.

It is given out unofficially that all of this is to be accomplished for the coming summer season. It is said as soon as Senator Clark recovers from his illness he will look into this enterprise with a view to taking an active and financial interest in it. In this event a more extensive line then is now contemplated may be expected to materialize. The tracks now being laid are for an electric road.

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[Image below: A more accurate map of the route the Ocean Shore Railroad planned to take. “Planned to take” because the iron road deadended at Tunitas Creek, south of Half Moon Bay. Complicated engineering issues, the 1906 earthquake/fire, and, finally, bankruptcy drove the Ocean Shore out of business. According to the excellent book, “The Last Whistle,” by Jack Wagner (reprint! reprint!) the Ocean Shore wanted to turn the Coastside into a “Coney Island West,” as happened at Coyote Point.”

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The Bowie name is mentioned in the article above. Here is an article about Henry Pike Bowie. Although it does not focus on the railroad and Pacific City, it does give you a flavor of the man.

Henry Pike Bowie

By June Morrall

[I wrote this in 1999]

In October, 1920, Henry Pike Bowie, a special emissary for the U.S. State Department, returned to his Hillsborough estate from Japan, the county he loved and honored.

The widower’s health was failing, and two months later the extraordinary 72-year-old recognized authority in all things Japanese, died in San Mateo County.

Upon Henry P. Bowie’s death, family members and close associates in California were startled to learn that the man they thought they knew so well had led a secret life encompassing the final decades of his life.

Born in the 1840s, Bowie relocated to the West Coast from Maryland with his physician father and siblings.

As a young man, Bowie vigorously pursued a legal career in San Francisco, studying law with a prominent attorney, Hall McAllister.

Another strong influence on Bowie was General G.H. L. Barnes. As senior counsel, General Barnes represented William Sharon in a scandalous case that rocked San Francisco and the Peninsula in 1884. In the crowded courtroom the contest pitted ex-U.S. Senator Sharon against a former mistress. The matter dragged on for many years, taking twists and turns, before finally being resolved after Sharon’s death.

Bowie entered the world of jurisprudence when he played a significant role in the fascinating “Pious Fund of California” litigation. This historic case dated back to the late 17th century when devout Spanish Catholics contributed $1 million for extending their religion through the missions they established in early California.

As California passed from Spanish rule into Mexican hands, the “Pious Fund” –little of which was used by the frugal Franciscans—disappeared about the time of the war with the U.S.

In the 1870s, more than two decades after California had been admitted into the union, San Francisco’s archbishop filed a claim seeking restitution of “Pious Fund” assets at the “Claims Convention” in Mexico. The archbishop prevailed, winning a substantial judgment, but it was difficult to collect, and there was follow-up litigation.

The case, argued by U.S. and Mexican attorneys in 1902, was the first heard by the International Court of Arbitration in The Hague in the Netherlands. The final judgment was rendered in favor of the U.S., and Mexico was ordered to pay about $1.5 million, in their legal currency, to the Catholic Church of California.

Although we do not know precisely what role Henry P. Bowie played in the “Pious Fund” litigation, his name was forever linked with the famous case.

Along the way, Bowie wed the twice-widowed Agnes Poett Howard in 1879. Bowie retired as an attorney, and the couple resided in Hillsborough, probably at her historic country estate, “El Cerrito,”  the first of the great houses to dominate the Peninsula.

When Agnes died in 1893, Henry P. Bowie was said to have inherited the El Cerrito estate, and another property, including Coyote Point, two miles north of present day San Mateo, then isolated from the community by a long strip of marshland.

While the death of Agnes Poett Howard marked the end of a tender marriage, it was but the beginning of the last third of Henry P. Bowie’s iremarkable and secretive life.

In 1893, Bowie embarked on the first of six pilgrimages to Japan, where he resided with the Hirano family in Yokohama, near Tokyo.

The Hirano family –members of a closed society that did not easily embrace foreigners—made an unusual exception in Henry P. Bowie’s instance. This American fractured the barriers with his commitment to excel as a student in all things Japanese, and was thereby allowed to fully explore Japan’s art, literature, culture and religion.

Fluent in several European languages, Bowie learned Japanese, meeting and conversing with influential artists, who also became his intimate friends.
Bowie studied painting with Kuoboto Beisen, “the Michelangelo of Japan.” After perfecting the style, Bowie won awards for his pictures at public exhibitions, and the Japanese emperor reportedly acquired two of his paintings.

Bowie also satisfied his curiosity about “Shinto,” the indigenous Japanese religious tradition. He displayed a remarkable understanding of the fabled splendors of the sun goddess, “Amaterasu, the center of Shinto.

As part of Bowie’s education, he toured the countryside, admiring Japanese gardens and the simple gates marking the entrance to Shinto temples. But what struck him most was the beauty of an eight-pillared “Daimyo” gate, used chiefly by Japanese nobility at their country estates.

In the early 1900s, Bowie returned to San Mateo County from one of his many visits to Japan, and wrote a book called: “On the Laws of Japanese Painting.” And in the heart of “El Cerrito,” he created a “miniature Japan,” around his villa, “Severn Lodge,” which was in the old mission style with a red tile roof.

The landscaping merged the lawns, flowers and fountains he had seen in Versailles, France, with an avenue of Japanese cherry trees, gates, fences, ponds and bridges he had admired in the Land of the Rising Sun.

It was understandable that while Bowie resided at his HIllsborough estate, he often said his spirit remained in Japan.

An interesting aside reveals that at the same time Bowie was glorifying the people and the culture of Japan, Japanese suffered discrimination, separating them from Caucasians in schools, limiting citzenship and ownership of property. It was a predjudice not unlike that exhibited by the Japanese toward foreigners in their island homeland.

When anyone pressed Bowie for details on the events of his extraordinary new life, he changed the subject. It was easier to engage him in conversation in which he championed the Japanese cause on the eve of the Russo-Japanese war in 1904, a bitter struggle over which nation’s influence would prevail in Korea.

Japan would win the war, and to commemorate the victory, Bowie had his own eight-pillared  Daimyo gate constructed by Japanese artisans at the entrance to his Hillsborough villa.

The gate took at least nine months to complete, beginning with a sketch by the eminent Japanese artist Shimada Sekko. This drawing was turned over to  Suikichi Yagi, a young Japanese architect then residing in San Francisco, who translated it into a working plan.

Skillful carpenters, led by T. Hossoi, sailed from Osaka to Hillsborough where they prepared materials for construction of the memorial gate. The framework and pillars, made of eucalyptus wood, were treated to prevent them from splitting.

The roof, 35 feet in length, featured handmade redwood bark shingles, and the swinging doors, fashioned of eastern beechwood, weighed a ton each. The joinery work was dowled throughout throughout with no nails used.

When the gate was completed, the great Japanese writer of Chinese characters, Iwaya Ichi Roka, inscribed a heavy bronze plaque with words selected by Bowie: To The Glory And Grandeur of Japan.

As homage to the gardens of Japan, Bowie planted a double row of Japanese cherry trees on his property. Several Shinto gates, marking the entrance to Shinto temples in Japan, had already ben erected as well as Gengi fences, their panels etched with kami, divine beings represented by landscapes, birds, animals and fish.

Henry P. Bowie helped found the Japan Society of America, recruting Stanford University President David Starr Jordan as vice president of the cultural organization in 1907.

Two years later, Baron Shibusawa and other members of a distinguished commercial delegation lunched at the Burlingame Country Club before visiting Bowie’s villa. In a setting among the cherry trees, the special guests were served tea by Bowie’s Japanese servants. Much was discussed, but the highlight of the day was the official dedication of the Daimyo gate.

In October 1918 as World War I was ending. Bowie sailed to Japan for the sixth and final time as a special emissary of the U.S. Department of State.

During this official trip, the Japanese honored Bowie as a King of the Rising Sun, but in October, 1920 he felt ill, and with misgivings, returned to Severn Lodge in Hillsborough.

Two months later, the 72-year-old Henry Pike Bowie lay dead, and his secret life unraveled with the filing of his testament at the Redwood City courthouse.

It was a secret life most found impossible to believe.

Relatives were shocked to learn that one-half of the former scholar, linguist, painter, collector, and bon vivant’s estate, exclusive of specific bequests, was left to three Japanese friends who had never visited the United States: Komaka Hirano, and her two sons, Imao and Taweo.

Then came a second bombshell: Documents revealed that Komaka Hirano was the wife of Henry P. Bowie, and Imao and Taweo their sons.

This second blow stunned Bowie’s friends and especially his stepson, San Francisco architect George Henry Howard. But in Japan it was well known that Bowie was the head of a Japanese household in Yokohama. Notice of his death appeared prominently on the front page of Japanese newspapers.

Alleging that the Hiranos “exerted a baneful influence over Bowie,” George H. Howard contested the will in 1922. He contended Komaka Hirano was not his stepfather’s wife in the “accepted American meaning of the term”– but in a dramactic turn of events depositions signed by diplomats supported the marriage as authentic.

Howard also argued that “All my stepfather’s property was derived from my mother, who inheirted it from the Howard family–all hard-earned American dollars by California law, provided in our state code, it should revert to the descendants of the original possessors. It is a question of birthright, pure and simple.

But George H. Howard did not prevail as he neglected to serve a summons on the Japanese heirs and this technical failure led Redwood City Superior Judge George Buck to decline to set aside the will.

Henry P. Bowie, who treasured the peaceful flow of existence that Japan represented, left a maelstrom of discord in his own life.

When Henry P. Bowie was near death, he said he would have preferred being buried in the Land of the Rising Sun, but while his body was to be interred on American soil, his spirit would surely return to Japan.

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[Note: Others have written about Henry P. Bowie. If you are interested, I encourage you to discover the stories by historians such as the popular professor/author Michael Svanevik.]

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Charles Clark Had a Private Racetrack

What stunned first time visitors to Charles Walter Clark’s luxurious San Mateo estate El Palomar was “Clark’s Track,” a manicured private race track and polo field that graced the outstanding piece of property.

Charles Walter Clark was one of an unusual group of men who lived like European princes on the Peninsula one hundred years ago. Residing in spectacular country mansions, they surrounded themselves with paintings by the masters, priceless antiques and rare artifacts. Millionaire San Mateo sportsman “Charley” Clark may have owned his share of important paintings, but his reputation but his reputation was not built on works of art.

While Clark’s affluent neighbors invited friends to view their museum-quality galleries, Charley Clark arranged a day of horse racing for an intimate circle of rich friends. They preferred the thrill of thoroughbreds competing in a sumptuous setting.

Charles Clark was not a self-made man. His father, a U.S. senator from Montana, and a multi-millionaire copper mine owner, had everything to do with creating the image as well as the reality of his eldest son’s wealth.

In public, at every opportunity, the old senator bragged that his son had plenty of money. The younger Clark was described as the manager of his father’s United Verde Copper Company in Jerome, Arizona–an enterprise that earned the senator a reported $1 million per month.

Charles Clark was also said to be a partner with his father in a bank in Northern California. It was widely believed that from this joint venture the younger Clark drew $25,000 a month spending money.

And, if there was ever a need for extra cash, for any reason, at any time, Senator Clark was always there.

Charles Clark was was in his early 30s in 1904, a year that brought him unexpected sorrow. He was at the Arizona copper mine bad news arrived.. His wife, who resided at the family home in New York City, had fallen seriously ill and was clinging to life. The young man felt compelled to get to New York City, as soon as possible. As the privileged son of a U.S. senator, Clark pulled every string imaginable, arranging for a special chartered train to whisk him from the Southwest to New York. The train sped eastward, chewing up the miles of track in record time, but Clark waas too late. The newspapers of the day reported that his beloved wife passed away before the train arrived at its New York destination.

Clark’s heroic efort to reach his dying wife struck a sympathetic chord with the general public, and his desperate railroad race became part of popular legend. Now a widower, his bad luck continued and thorny problems began to plague the politician’s son.

Senator Clark always wanted folks to believe that his eldest son, Charles, was rich and successful. There was little reason to doubt this was true. So, there was great surprise when Clark became mired in negotations with the Rosario Mining Company in Mexico and was subsequently accused of breach of contract.

He was expected to take possession of the mine and begin exploration but he did neither. The angry officials at Rosario filed a lawsuit, and at one point the case seemed to have been on the verge of dismissal. Still, observers were surprised and concerned about Clark’s actions in the matter.

Another puzzling incident occurred about the same time. At an extravagant dinner at Rector’s in New York City, Clark ordered vintage wines and lobsters for the assembled guests, then walked out, leaving the bill unpaid. Sued by the restaurant owner, the matter was actually settled two years later.

It was still 1904 when Clark acquired El Palomar in San Mateo, an estate formerly owned by a well known polo player. What he did with El Palomar enhanced Clark’s reputation and brought notoriety to San Mateo.

Widower Clark, who had many friends, spent a lot of time in San Francisco. It was “in the City” that he met and fell in love with society leader Cecila Tobin***, a fine and proper lady whose distinguished family had founded the Hibernia Bank.

Celia Tobin’s varied talents and interests were very appealing to Charles Clark. A gifted musician, the sportswoman was more widely admired for her expert horsemanship. This shared love of horses bonded the who planned a simple but elegant wedding in the house where Celia was born. This shared love of horses bonded the pair, and they planned a simple but elegant wedding in the house where Ceiia was born.

From all accounts the wedding was perfect. The bridal party gathered in a rose-decorated parlor before the famous copy of Murillo’s masterpiece: the Madonna from the Prado Gallery in Madrid.

Carrying a stunning bouquet of orchids, Ceilia wore an elaborately trimmed robe-dress, a gift from her mother. A sparkling diamond-and-turquoise ring from her sister, Agnes, the maid of honor, adorned the bride’s finger. Other gifts from the Tobin family included a spectacular diamond crescent and diamond cross.

Archbishop Montgomery presided over the ceremony that united Charles Clark and Celia Tobin.

Lending a special excitement to the event was the appearance of legendary stage actress Ethel Barrymore, who had been visiting one of Ceilia’s relatives.

After the traditional wedding breakfast, the newlyweds left San Francisco in a special train bound for San Mateo. But when the couple arrived at El Palomar, they were shocked to see a legal document the County sheriff had tacked to the front door.

On the previous day the Bank of California had filed an attachment suit against Charles Clark, who, it seemed, had not repaid two loans for $25,000 each. Further complicating the matter was the unexpected revelation that it was the sportsman’s father, not Charles, who held title to El Palomar. This led to great embarassment, and Clark immediately issued a statement assuring bank officials he would sort out the matter at once–and he did.

With that “misunderstanding” out of the way, the Clarks enjoyed the early years of their marriage. They frequently traveled to the Rocky Mountains where it was said Celia shot grizzly bears, elk and mountain lions. On these occasions Clark chartered a private railway car fo rhis wife’s use.

When they weren’t traveling, they invited society figures to the private racetrack at El Palomar. But on occasion the Clarks opened the gates to the public.

For example, in 1907, the Irish-American Athletic Club sponsored track-and-field events at El Palomar consisting of a mile run, 300=yard race, 220 hurdles, shot and discus throw. Celia Clark presented the winners with impressive trophies specially designed for the games.

To outsiders the Clark’s life appeared idyllic until the “Rosario Mining”  court case, at first a pleasant distraction, turned into an argument-starter every time they tried to do something together. 

The Rosario officials wanted compensation for the breach of contract committed before Clark’s marriage to Celia. In 1907 their legal strategy consisted of charging Clark with insolvency so that the court would order United Verde Copper Company’s books opened to determine whether Clark was indeed the general manager and the owner of controlling stock in the operation.

Eventually the irritating Rosario case was settled in which the court ordered Clark to compensate the Mexican mining company.

All the while Clark had been plagued with the Rosario matter, he never allowed it to interfere with his generosity and extravagant lifestyle. During the 1907 Christmas holiday , the Clarks hosted a fabulous dinner for Burlingame friends at San Francisco’s Fairmont Hotel 

Reporting on the event, the press indicated that a rare 1889 champagne was served to guests who dined on solid gold dinner plates requiring the presence of private detectives in the beautiful room.

By 1912, Clark, the president of the Golden Gate Thoroughbred Breeders Association, had earned a reputation as one of the most active patrons of “the sport of kings” in California.

Racing under his own popular colors, the El Palomar stable consisted of well known champions of the time such as Rose Marion, Pleasureville, Birdie, Gun Powder, and, of course, the aptly named El Palomar.

Clark’s horses were superbly trained, sleek and fast, winning stakes and honors at race venues all over the country.

Although it was well known to those close to him that Charles W. Clark didn’t handle business matters well, when it came to his polo interests, he was indefatigable.

In 1913, a San Mateo polo team, the Slashers, was scheduled to play a cavalry team from Hawaii at “Clark’s Track.” The Peninsula team featured skilled players including W. B. Devereux, a pioneer mining engineer. But the team was short one polo pony. Charley Clark immediately purchased “Big Jim,” a crack polo pony, for $2000., and had the animal shipped by a specially chartered train to El Palomar. With “Big Jim,” the San Mateo team won the game.

It was about this time that horse racing had been banned in California, and Clark favored its revival under the pari-mutuel betting system.

In a letter to officials, he urged formation of a state racing commission and was prophetic in describing the future for thoroughbred racing in California and the entire nation.

“Racing has been revived recently at several places in the East under the pari-mutuel system of wagering,” Clark wrote. “As you know, this is the French system of betting, and in France the government had charge of the meetings and clean sport was witnessed. The machine betting does away with the bookmakers and eliminates the chance for crookedness.”

Although there was no longer racing at El Palomar, it became a noted stock farm for California-bred horses.

As the years passed, relations between Ceiia and Charles first became distant and then strained. They quietly separated, divorced, and he remarried.

At the time of Charles W. Clark’s death during the Great Depression, in 1933, he was the president of the United Verde Copper Company.

Two years earlier Ceilia Tobin Clark commissioned architect David Adler to build for her the famous 36-room mansion–called the “House on the Hill”–in an oak-studded setting not far from El Palomar.

Until her death in 1965, art patron and philanthropist Celia Tobin Clark remained a powerful figure in the social and cultural life of the San Francisco Bay Area.

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***Celia Tobin Clark commissioned the architect David Adler to build her beautiful home in Hillsborough after she divorced Charles Clark. Ms. Tobin’s family had founded the Hibernia Bank in San Francisco. Construction began during the Depression and care was taken to hire many local workers.  Photos and drawings of her home can be seen in a book of David Adler’s work called David Adler, Architect: The Elements of Style.”

 

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190?: Did the Pescaderans want their own railroad?

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The San Francisco Call
April 3, 190?

ROAD WILL SHORTEN TRIP BETWEEN SAN FRANCISCO AND SANTA CRUZ BY TEN MILES

Special Dispatch to The Call

Pescadero April 3- Several of the owners and promoters of the Ocean Shore Railroad have taken a step that has set railroad gossips agog and and given a new impetus to the plans and hopes of timbermen in the Pescadero Valley. The Pescadero Railroad and Improvement Company has quietly been incorporated and measures have been taken to tap one of the richest redwood belts in the state. The capital stock of the new railroad, which is palpably an offshoot of the Ocean Shore Railroad and a feeder to it, has been fixed at $600,000. The incorporators are John B. Rogers, chief Engineer of the Ocean Shore Railroad, Walter L. Dean, Lewis H. Sage, Robert J. Graham, J.H. Goldman, L.R. Notbham, and George Leungh.

The new railroad will start near the town of Pescadero and will parallel Pescadero Creek for eight miles. It will tap the rich timber belt and carry its products to San Francisco. Not only will this be done, but the Ocean Shore people, may utilize the route into this valley as part of the route from San Francisco to Santa Cruz. If this should be done it will shorten the route between these two cities by at least ten miles.

It is expected the Southern Pacific company, which has spent many thousands of dollars in surveys of the Pescadero Valley will meet the rivalry of its competitor by building a road of its own. [emphasis added.]

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Frontier-Justice/Pescadero-Style: Story by John Vonderlin

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The Crimes of Pescadero, Part II

Story by John Vonderlin

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Hi June,

As long as my recent postings have revolved about  Pescadero Creek, perhaps it is time to return to the Crimes of Pescadero series I wanted to relate. This is taken from the 1883 book, “History of San Mateo.” Once again I’d ask the reader to judge these events in the context of their times, just shortly after Americans began to settle in the Pescadero watershed.

In 1862 a Mexican named Soto and an Indian were living together in a shanty on Brad. Weeks land, below the present residence of Chandler. Another character, know as “English Tom,” lived nearby, and they were all employed digging potatoes for Mr. Weeks. One night Soto enticed Tom to his cabin, and there with the assistance of the Indian, killed Tom with an axe. The body was stripped of its clothing and thrown into Pescadero Creek, the murderers doubtlessly supposing that as the water was backed up to a high stage by the tide, it would be carried out by the ebb to the ocean, and all chances of it appearing as a mute witness against them gone. But here again was an exemplification of the true-ism “murder will out.”  On the following day Mr. Turpin found the body nearly at the mouth of the creek. The sudden disappearance also, of the Mexican, turned suspicion towards him as the murderer. The sum of ninety dollars was raised and Henry Dougherty and H.R. Smith, two veterans of the Mexican War, were sent out in search of the fugitive. They tracked him across the fields toward Redwood City, and going to that place, they found upon inquiry, that he had not been there; they then turned back again towards the mountains and met him at the Davis’s ranch at the summit. On the third day after the murder, the suspect was brought back to Pescadero, tried by a committee of citizens, and swung up from a beam in L. Chandler’s barn. The body was secretly buried where or by whom was never known outside of those who were parties in the affair; all that has escaped the pale of secrecy in regards to this part of it is, that the person who acted as undertaker received ten dollars for his services. The Indian who was Soto’s accomplice saw in this swift and terrible retribution a foreshadowing of his own fate, so in order to avoid an unpleasantness of the sort, he bought a bottle of whiskey at Striker’s store, and drank it to the dregs in one draught. He then crawled into Brad. Weeks barn, below the Swanton Hotel and died. The body was found when it was barely yet cold, and arrangements were made, putting it out of sight without much ceremony. A rough box was knocked together, but on putting the dead Indian in it, was found to be too short by several inches. This difficulty was got over by simply cutting off the head of the corpse and packing it along with the body as best could be done and the lid of the crude coffin pressed down and nailed it was taken across the creek and buried.”

I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide if this is a tale of Frontier Justice applied swiftly and properly given the exigent circumstances or a nightmare story of a possibly racist lynching without proper safeguards of constitutional rights and an appropriate defense. If I had been there with the committee of Pescadero citizens who pronounced and carried out the judgement, perhaps I could more clearly say what my opinion was and what I would have wanted to inhabit my memories for the rest of my life. Enjoy. John

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