The St. Johns herald., 1900-07-21
OUR EXPOSITION
 LETTER.
From our Regular Cores pondent)
Paris France, July 2, 1900.

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 ton al, but it is full of incident.
 will give you history of one day
 at the Exposition. I entered the
 grounds about halfpast nine o'clock, and crossing the Alma bridge, went
 into the first open building on the
 right. It was open for the first
 time today. The displays of France
 are, of course, most conspicious and
 in tho vestibule there is a bust of
 NJ. Pasteur and a statue of the God
 dess of Fame placing wreath of
 laurel on his head. Tho room is
 filled with glass recepiacles contain
 ing cultivated germs of many dises- ses; It is indeed a gruesome spec
 tacle, this Pandora's Hall of isolated deadly microbes, and one feels glad that they are in hermet. icaIiy scaled bottles and that the bottles are Tn carefully locked glass cases, and that these are surround cd with all the sterilizing para phe rnalla and all the curatlveagen- cies known to science.
 Aftcr France, the German Section may be seen, with a bust in bronze of Dr. Koch and models ofsanitary institutions and hosl itals. 1 Tad but half an hour for this building, in which one might well speud week. Taking the electrlc car. I quickly reached the American Printers Building, and engaged stenographer by whose assistance l hope to increase and improve my
 output. Then to the car agair, which landed me about half mile from the American section of agri- culture and alimentat:on. It is not easy to find anything here; guides are few and i'll informed. There are wildernesses of exhibits and no landmarks, and unless you are careful not to turn around; you are as kelly to be walking away from your object as toward 1t. l had been to this exhibit often before, but never from this direction, and I must have walked mile and got ten direction and misdirectiOn from people of a half a dozen nationali- ties before 1 found it. Then l dis covered that the gentlemen in
 charge, who had promised me cer- tain data, were off on the Jury of Awards. By this time, it was one o'clock, and I left Paris and France for half hour and crossed into Switzerland.- for lunchenn. The Swiss village, separated from the worlds fair by the width of a street,
 IS decidedly the most genuine show in Paris. It is a section of SwitZer- land most ennningly transplanted in the roaring hub-bub and fatigu- ing spleudor Ot the Exposition. High precIpices shut out on all sides the dazzling, noisy world you have left, and it IS easy to imagine you arc many miles away from Paris. A beautiful cascade fell from the mountain side. It is real water.
 1t turns the wheel of an old mill and flows over stones and am Id weed and wild flowers thru the vil- lage. Chslets are on green patch es above you and the perspective is so skilliully managed thst they appear 10 be full size. Workmen are making hay in the little valley to the left, here are real cows and goats, a little church, and dozen restaurants, all clean and pictnr- sque. The logs of which the houses are built have been taken from tome old houses in Switzerland, tor not the slightest detail is lack ing fn this most charming, home ike and restful esemble. Ofcourse. the juxtaposition with the roaring city and the Exposition without, and the psychological contrasr greatly enchances the effect, but seriously, this Swiss village is lbout the only thing l want to take nome. No photographs or even can do II justice, for every 'tep th-u it it's winding streets brings to your view rew and perspective. So old, so 'ural, and resiful is the scene! l at down under the portico of a lit- Is vine thatched inn where fresh utter, bread and coffee, meat, vegetables, cheese and straw berries re served by girl in the costume f her canton, and all for 80 cents. .ut I must leave this charming iy and 20 to the Americah corn itchen, which is up three fl ght of