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218 Gold Rush Album
In the view above of Portsmouth Square, or Plaza as one prefers, the Bella Union's facade stands out like a sore thumb. A little further to the right, the El Dorado may be seen, snuggling up against a corner of the City Hall.
The hour was about to strike for these establishments, and for carefree occupants of the City Hall whose favor supported them and haunts of worse repute. Through the lush years, except for the popular explosion of 1851, the people of San Francisco had accepted a low state of public morals as part of the price for greatness and speed of expansion. But as the depression of business grew worse through 1855, people became less tolerant of apathetic prosecutors, graft-swollen poliĀ­ticians, corrupted courts and shyster attorneys.
February, 1855, was the great month of financial collapse. Individual fortunes had already been swallowed up; now it was the turn of Page, Bacon and Company, Adams and Company, and other financial giants to suspend payment. Wild news of new gold strikes did not halt the progress of failure. The public mind began to think of reform; the public eye looked angrily about for scapeĀ­goats.