San Francisco's "old timers" are conjuring reminiscences galore of the days fifty years ago when Samuel Clemens was still Samuel Clemens and the name "Mark Twain" had little significance for anybody except steamboat men on the Mississippi river.

"Back In the old days," muses Joseph T. Goodman, the pioneer editor of the west, who gave Clemens his first job as a writer, "Sam was the best company, the drollest entertainer and the most interesting fellow imaginable His humor was always creeping up and stayed with him to the last."