April 8 Wednesday – The Clemens family was at sea on the S.S. Wardha, bound for Port Louis, Mauritius.

The San Francisco Examiner, p.8 ran a review of the touring PW with Frank Mayo, “Mark Twain’s Epigrams.” The play at the Columbia Theater was called a “huge success.”

You cannot pull epigrams out of “Pudd’nhead Wilson” like you can pull plums — if you are not afraid of burning your fingers or having your table manners criticized — out of a Christmas pudding. It is not that kind of a play. It is a continuous ripple rather than a series of guffaws. It glows rather than glitters.

And yet there are some notable lines in “Pudd’nhead Wilson” — lines that stand alone, and will bear quoting without regard to the situations to which they give point. They are Mark Twain lines. For the most part they are the extracts from Wilson’s calendar, with which the chapters of the book are introduced, woven skillfully into the dialogue by Mr. Mayo.