“I threw open the window, and I think I let out the grandest notes I ever hit in all my life.  I do not know why I did this.  I presume I was too excited to do anything else.”

GREAT SINGERS ESCAPE.

“Looking out of the window, I saw buildings all around rocking like the devil had hold of them.  I wondered what was going on.  Then I heard Rossi come scampering into my room.  ‘My God, it’s an earthquake!’ he yelled.  ‘Get your things and run!’ I grabbed what I could lay my hands on and raced like a madman for the office.  On the way down I shouted as loud as I could so the others would wake up.

“When I got to the office I thought of my costumes and sent my valet, Martino, back after them.  He packed things up and carried the trunks down on his back.  I helped him take them to Union Square.”

It is said that ten minutes later he was seen seated on his valise in the middle of the street.  But to continue his story: 

“I walked a few feet away to see how to get out, and when I came back four Chinamen were lugging my trunks away.  I grabbed one of them by the ears, and the others jumped on me.  I took out my revolver and pointed it at them.  They spit at me.  I was mad, but I hated to kill them, so I found a soldier, and he made them give up the trunks.

“Ah, that soldier was a fine fellow.  He went up to the Chinamen and slapped them upon the face, once, twice, three times.  They all howled like the devil and ran away.  I put my revolver back into my pocket, and then I thanked the soldier.  He said:  ’Don’t mention it.  Them Chinks would steal the money off a dead man’s eyes.’”

They say that Rossi, though almost in tears, was heard trying his voice at a corner near the Palace Hotel.

TEDDY’S PICTURE PROVES “OPEN SESAME.”

“I went to Lafayette Square and slept on the grass.  When I tried to get into the square the soldiers pushed me back.  I pleaded with them, but they would not listen.  I had under my arm a large photograph of Theodore Roosevelt, upon which was written:  ’With kindest regards from Theodore Roosevelt.’  I showed them this, and one of them said:  ’If you are a friend of Teddy, come in and make yourself at home.’

“I put my trunks in the cellar of the Hotel St. Francis and thought they would be safe.  The hotel caught fire, and my trunks were all burned up.  To think I took so much trouble to save them!”

In spite of the news of all the woe and suffering which we hear, it is cheering to learn also of the many thousands of heroic deeds by brave men during the terrible scenes enacted through the four days passing since the eventful morning when the earth began to demolish splendid buildings of business and residence and fire sprang up to complete the city’s destruction.  The Mayor and his forces of police, the troops under