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Emperor Norton Day
January 12th, 2002


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San Francisco Chronicle
Sunday January 13th, 2002.   Page A-27

Clampers toast Emperor Norton
History buffs honor lunatic of old-time San Francisco.

Matthew B. Stannard, ECV, Chronicle Staff Writer.
Color Photos by Kurt Rogers.


"Once upon a time, there was a legend called California, a place where drunken miners studied obscure history and a madman could be king.

That legend was real. And it survives today.

The miners were the Order of E Clampus Vitus, a society born in the Gold Rush and revived in the 1930s, described variously by its members as either a historical drinking society or a drinking historical society.

Yesterday, hundreds of modern "Clampers," bathed in a mist of hops and cigar smoke, paid their annual honor to the Colma grave of the aforementioned madman: Joshua A. Norton, self-proclaimed Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico -- died 1880.

The annual event mingles two of the more absurd streams of California history: a madcap group that excludes women and celebrates drinking yet survives in a politically correct world, and a lunatic remembered fondly more than a century after he died penniless in a San Francisco gutter.

"California, then and now, has been a haven for people who don't necessarily walk the beaten path. It's a place where individuality is not squelched," said Pat "Aloycious" Sweeney, Noble Grand Humbug of the Mountain Charlie chapter of E Clampus Vitus in Santa Clara County.

The Clampers have had their controversies. One member was accidentally killed at a 1967 celebration so boisterous that the local sheriff despaired of finding sober witnesses. And a 1995 initiation at San Quentin prison led some guards to complain of racial slurs and public urination.

Yet Sweeney -- who insists the latter incident was overblown and misunderstood -- proudly claims that the Clampers have gained members in recent years, even as other fraternal organizations have withered.

Sweeney's chapter is just one of 42 in California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah and Colorado, and there are Clamper outposts as far away as Alaska and Guam, he said.

Each chapter is as individual as its members, but most are dedicated to the Clamper ideals of preserving history -- mainly by posting plaques at little- known yet bona fide points of historical interest -- doing charitable deeds, and drinking a lot. Not necessarily in that order.

Improbable as they sound, the Clampers existed at least as far back as the Gold Rush, said state librarian Kevin Starr and San Francisco publisher Malcolm E. Barker, when miners obtained drinking money by demanding Clamper initiation fees from salesmen passing through town.

And for much of their existence -- at least since the society's rebirth in the 1930s -- the Clamper year has unofficially begun with a pilgrimage to the grave of the Emperor Norton I, held around the date of his death, Jan. 8.

Norton was once a successful businessman, who lost his considerable fortune in a failed rice market scheme in 1854.

Five years later, he strolled into the offices of the San Francisco Bulletin and presented the editor with a proclamation declaring himself the nation's first emperor.

Seeking a cheerful respite from recent news of a popular senator's death, the editor published the proclamation on the Bulletin's cover -- and Joshua Norton became Norton I, a title he held until his death 20 years later. Preposterous? Perhaps. But it is true.

As is the legend that local shops accepted Norton's handmade money. Or the story of how San Francisco police officers would salute Norton on the street, after being scolded by their chief for arresting him as a lunatic.

All true, say Starr, Barker and other historians. As is the yarn about 10,000 people turning out to see Norton's funeral, and his grave in San Francisco -- later moved to Woodlawn Cemetery in Colma, where he remains today.

It is a perfect Clamper story, Sweeney said -- a little offbeat yet completely true. Norton, he said, was the living personification of the Clamper motto, "Credo Quia Absurdum" -- I believe it, because it is absurd.

"He marched to his own drummer," Sweeney said, "and everybody else pretended they could hear the music, just because they wanted to be part of the band."




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