Amador ledger., 1900-07-20
A History Of One Day at the
Worlds Fair.
INTERESTING FEL1VREs OF rHE SWISS Village
The American Corn Kitchen And Its
Many Relative serio- Comic
Fakes.
From Our Regular Correspondent

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1t is full of incidents. will give you a
history of one day at the Exposition.
entered the grounds at half past nins
o'clock, and crossing the Alma bridge
went into the first open building on the
right. 1t was the building devoted tc
medical science, hygiene and santa.
tion. 1t was opened for the first tim.
to-day. The displays of France are
OF course, the most conspicuous and ii
the Vestibule there is q bust of M
Pasteur and statue Of the Goddess O.
Fame placing wreath OF laurel on hi.
head. The room is filed with glass re-
ceptacles containing cultivated germs
OF many diseases; it is indeed q grue
some spectacle, this Pandors's Hall o.
Isolated deadly microbes, and one feels
glad that they are in Theoretically
sealed bottles and that the bottles are
In carefully locked glass cases, and thai
these are surrounded with all the steri
lizing paraphernalia and all the cura.
tive agencies known to science.
After France, the German section
may be seen, with bust in bronze OF
DR.. Koch and models of sanitary in.
stitutions and hospitals. 1 had but
half an hour for this building, in which
one might spend q week. Taking the
electric Car, I quickly reached the
American Printers Building, and en-.
gagged stenographer by whose assist
ance I hope to increase and improve
my output. Then to the car again,
which landed me about half a mile
from the American section of agricul-
ture and alimentation. 1t is not easy
to find anything here; guides are few
and ill-informed. There are wilder.
nesses of exhibits and no landmarks,
and unless you are careful not to turn
around, you are likely to be walking
away from your objective as toward It.
l had been to this exhibit often before,
but never from this direction, and 1
must have walked half mile and got
ten direction and misdirection from
people of half dozen nationalities
before found it. Then 1 discovered
that the gentlemen in charge, who had
promised me certain data, were off on
the Jury OF Awards. By this time, it
was one O'Clock, and / left Paris and
France for half an hour and crossed
into Switzerland for luncheon. The
Swiss village, separated from the
Worlds Fair by the width of street,
Is decidedly the most genuine show in
Paris. 1t Is section OF Switzerland
most cunningly transplanted in the
roaring hub-bub and fatiguing splendor
of the Exposition. High precipices
shut out on all sides the dazzling,
noisy world you have left, and it Is
easy to imagine you are many miles
away from Paris. A beautiful cascade
falls from the mountain side. 1t is real
water. 1t turns the wheel of an old
mill and hows over stones and amid
weeds and wild flowers through the
village. Chalets are on green patches
above you and the perspective is so
skillfully managed that they appear to
be full size. Workmen are making
actual hay in the little village to the
left; here are real COWS and goats,
little church and a dozen restaurants,
all clean and picturesque. The logs Oh
which the houses are built have been
taken from some old houses in Switzer-
land, for not the slightest detail is
lacking in this most charming, home
like and restful ensemb BILE. OF course,
the juxtaposition with the roaring cit,
and the Exposition without, and the
psychological contrast greatly en-
hances the effect, but seriously, this
Swiss village is about the only thing l
want to take home. No photographs
or even paintings can do it justice, for
every step through Its winding streets
brings to your view new and charm
ing perspective. So old, so rural, and
restful is the scene! l sit down under
the portico Of little vine thatched inn
where fresh butter, bread and coffee,
meat, vegetables, cheese and straw
berries are served by q girl in the
costume OF her canton, and all for 90
cents, but / must leave this charming
idyl and 60 to the American corn
kitchen, which is up three flights OF
stairs in frame annex, the two lower
floors of which are covered with Nc
Cormick's harvesters, Buckeye Reap
ers and mowers, and other farming
machinery Of American make. The
corn kitchen amuses me. 1t is such a
serious fake. 1t is expensive, too, to
our country, but ''who cares for ex-
penses?" 1t is the only free lunch in
France, for they do not do things that
way here. Treating is unknown, and
this is wholesale treating. The French
male and female, regard it with sus-
picion and approach the lunch coun ter
with fear. They do this the first time,
but "bou,everse" by the novel expert
enoe of eating without being charged
for the nakpin, the sugar, the plate,
the service, corn soup, corn fritters,
corn cakes, and syrup, all in a long ite-
mized bill, Ia Francois, they come
again and again until the managing
American (who by the way is a born
diplomat and speaks French) explains
that the kitchen Is not intended for a