No other city in the world so honors its eccentrics as does urbane San Francisco. In the 1860's, the city was the demented domain of a host of harmless witlings, dizzards, giddy-heads and zanies. In the daily 3 o'clock promenade on Montgomery and Kearney Streets, for which the whole city "habitually turned out, were to be seen such picturesque characters as "Topsy Turvy," a woman who had lost her money and her mind in the stockmarket, always wore her clothes inside out, her shoes on the wrong feet and was buried by sympathetic...
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