[Note: The
below narrative is taken from a chapter in the author’s biography of Elder
Orson F. Whitney, called “The Misadventures of Race Whitney” (page 257), that
describes his harrowing experience as a newspaper reporter (working for the San
Francisco Chronicle) when the great San Francisco earthquake hit in 1906. This
was also about the time his father was called into the Quorum of the Twelve
Apostles. Race Whitney was Orson’s oldest child, filled with promise and
potential, but whose life was cut short because of drink—he died of alcoholism
in his late twenties. Race, shortened from Horace, took after his father as a
talented writer, journalist, and dramatist. Yet he became indifferent to the
gospel teachings of his youth. As an older teenager, his father secured a
position for him with a Salt Lake newspaper, and Race was one of a select
company that travelled to St. George with President Lorenzo Snow in 1898, where
President Snow received a revelation to reemphasize tithing to the Church. It
would seem that after that experience, Race drifted from gospel teachings and
standards, married a non-Latter-day Saint, and eventually drank himself to
death. His account of being in the middle of the earthquake is well-written and
thrilling. I have added some text from Race’s original correspondence with his
father, that was published in the Deseret News, but that I deleted from
the book since I thought it extraneous; this means the newspaper account found
here is longer and has more earthquake details than the account in the book. Quotations
are from Elder Whitney’s journal, mostly 1906, but I have deleted all the
endnotes. From The
Life of Orson F. Whitney: Historian, Poet, Apostle:]
Good as he
was at what he did—writer, reporter, dramatist—Race struggled to stay employed
for very long. He also made a poor choice for a wife. It is with this decision
that he again finds mention in Ort’s diary: “Went this evening with my son Race
to see Miss Rosemary Gloez, his young lady. She is not a Mormon but is a very
charming girl, aged 20, finely educated, a native of Boston. . . . They are a
Hungarian family and nice people. Race and Rose are madly in love with each
other. They want to marry. While I hate to see him wed outside the Church, I
prefer this to no marriage, or a life on the stage, which he says is the
alternative.”
About two months later, the day of the wedding arrived: