Among the portraits of prominent people in The Wasp this week is that of Colonel A. Andrews, the gallant old pioneer, who remembers San Francisco when it was a little village clustered around Telegraph Hill. To few people is it given to enjoy such a long and useful life as Colonel Andrews has lived, for he has been some sixty years identified with the progress of San Francisco as one of its leading merchants, and in that time, has seen our city pass through many strange vicissitudes. A volume containing the reminiscences of this pioneer would make very interesting reading, for he has known, intimately, most of the noted men who have shaped the history of the Pacific Coast since the days when, as a captain in the United States Army, he fought under the Stars and Stripes in the war with Mexico. Few of his old comrades of that stirring period are still alive, but the Colonel has not apparently changed in the least for the last thirty years. Time seems to pass him by untouched.
great fire of 1906 is not the first calamity from which Colonel Andrews had seen
San Francisco arise greater than ever.
February 15, 1908