Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-13
FIRST NIGHT.
Written by Miss Mae Davis, Winner of the
Second Prize.

Written by Miss Mae Davis, Winner of the
Second Prize.
Flags waving, lights flashing, the all
| pulsating with delicious strains of music
thousands of happy, animated faces and you
have the interior of the Pittsburg Exposition
on opening night, September 3, 1890.
Coming in from the comparatively quie
thoroughfare, 1 paused, dazzled and bewil,
dered by the array of attractions surround.
ing me, and, mentally, took a long breath
before beginning my inspection.
1t did not take me very long to decide
that the display far exceeded that of last
year, and the farther advanced the greater
grew my admiration. found myself nod
ding most decided approval of the new ar
rangement of the music stand and the num-
Der of chairs beneath it, all occupied by a
well-dressed, quietly-attentive audience
with satisfaction plainly beaming from their
countenances as the sweet, familiar airs by
the famous Innes band fell upon their listen
ing ears. This Improvement does away
with the crowded galleries. Moving leisure
ly with the crowd, murmurs of surprise
and admiration were heard on every
side. OF course, all the women
went into ecstacies over the dainty
china, cleaning silver and sparkling glass
ware; the exquisite statues, bronZes and
cabinets-the hundred and one articles of
wearing apparel, dear to the feminine heart,
at whose prices the unenlightened escort
stares in blank wonder not unmixed with
dismay. The beautiful carpets, curtains
and elegantly furnished rooms called forth
their share of admiration and the dear
creatures Joined their brethren in sounding
the praises of the stylish turnouts; beauti-
full mantels, chandeliers and all the other
accessories to the perfectly appointed home
structure.
The pretty pavilions with their cosy chairs
and cool looking palms and ferns appear
very inviting to the weary sight-seer, and
the very sight of the huge dragon perched
on top of the tea pagoda is enough to recall
all the fairy tales of ones childhood. And
such tea and such dainty service!
And the picturesl Oh, the pictures! En-
ter the art gallery and you are in a land of
enchantment. Beautiful faces smile atyou;
! fair scenes lie stretched before YOU, and
turn which way you will your wondering
eyes and changing fancy are arrested and
charmed by some new beauty.
i Here friends face greets YOU from ont
Its frame of gilt and plush; there are num-
bers of photographs of familiar places re-
calling old times and associates, and so it
goes on ad inhnitum, every moment filled
with interest and amusement.
Have you ever visited a glass works?
have, and 1 felt determined that if suc-
ceeded in getting out alive and uniniured I
would never be guilty of such foolishness
again. Not that the process itself was in
tensely interesting but the heat, the noise,
the glare, the army of small men, each armed
with a spear capped with red hot glass and
fashion, were little too much for my nery-
Gus system. However, sll this is done away
with in Machinery Hall, and the interested
spectator can, with ease and safety, watch
the entire process of glass manufacture. and
a most wonderful and interesting study it
certainly is, as evinced by the crowd which
constantly surrounds it. Machinery Hall
is certainly an education in itself, and must
prove of incalculable benefit to the thou
sands of its visitors, to whom the huge wheels
and belts, the mighty dynamos and engines,
down to the simplest mechanical contriy-
ances, are a source OF wonder, admiration
and never failing interest. What a monu-
ment to science is that huge electric arch
just without, whose many lights cover that
end of the building as with blaze of glory
This year the exhibitors seem to have
united with the management in sparing
neither labor nor expense to make the sea-
son of "S0" a most unqualified success and
how we'll thev have succeeded will be
evinced long before the closing night.
And such place as it to meet ones
friends! All the world and his wife, or
sweetheart, 60 to the Exposition and one is
constantly bowing to right and left.
But hastel what is this the band is play-
ing, Home, Sweet Home;" surely, it is
not time for closngl Take out your watch.
Ten o'clockl Impossible! How quickly the
time has passed! The first night of the TX
position is over. MISS MAE DAVIS.
No. so Taggart street, Allegheny Citv