The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1900-07-12
PARIS EXPOSITION LETTER.
Our Correspondent Sees More of the Beau
ties of the Great Show.
PARIS, FRANCE, June 25, 1900.

Our Correspondent Sees More of the Beau
ties of the Great Show.
PARIS, FRANCE, June 25, 1900.
Life day by day in the Paris Expo
sition is not exciting or sensational,
but it is full of incidents i will give
you history of one day at the Expo
sition. I entered the grounds about
half past nine O'Clock, and crossing
the Alma bridge, went into the first
open building on the right. 1t was
the building devoted to medical
science, hygiene and sanitation. 1t
was opened for the first time today.
The displays Of France are, of course,
most conspicuous and in the vesti-
bule there is a bust of NJ. Pasteur
and statue of the Goddess of Fame
placing wreath of laurel on his head.
The room is filed with glass recep-
tacles containing cultivated germs of
many diseases: it is indeed u grue-,
some spectacle, this Pandora's hall of
isolated deadly microbes, and one
feels glad that they are in hermer-
TALLY sealed bottles and that the bot
ties are in carefully locked glass
cases, and that these are surrounded
with all the sterilizing paraphernalia
and all the curative agencies known
to science.
After France, the German Section
may be seen, with bust in bronze
of DR.. Koch and models of sanitary
institutions and hospitals. l had
but half an hour for this building, in
which one might well spend week.
Taking the electric car, l quickly
reached the American Printers
Building, and engaged a steno-
grapher by whose assistance l hope
to increase and improve my output.
Then to the car again, which landed
me about half mile from the Amer
lean section of agriculture and aim
entatiOn. 1t is not easy to find any
thing here; guides are few and ill
informed. There are wildernesses of
exhibits and no landmarks, and
unless you are careful not to turn
around, you are az likely to be
walking away from your objective as
toward it. had been to this exhibit
often before, but never from this
direction, and | must have walked
mile and gotten direction and misdi-
rection from people Of half a dozen
nationalities before found it. Then
| 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 a half
hour and crossed into Switzerland
for luncheon. The Swiss village,
separated from the worlds fair by
the width of q street, is decidedly the
most genuine show in Paris. 1t is
section of Switzerland most cunning
ly 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 flows over stones and amid
weeds and wild flowers through the
village. Chalets are on green patches
above you and the perspective is so
skillfully mar aged that they appear
to be full size. Workmen are MAX
ing actual hay in the little valley to-
the left; here are real cows and goats,
a little church, and a dozen restau-
rants, all clean and picturesque.
The logs of which the houses are
built have been taken from some old
houses in Switzerland, for not the
slightest detail is lacking in this most
charming, homelike and restful
ensemble. Of course, the juxtaposi-
ton with the roaring city and the
Exposition without, and the psyche
logical contrast greatly enchances
the effect, but seriously, this Swiss
village is about the only thing want
to take home. No photographs or
even paintings can do it justice,
for every step through it's winding
streets brings to your view new and
charming perspective. SO old, so
rural, and restful is the scenel / sit
down under portico of a little vine
matched inn where fresh butter,
bread and coffee, meat, vegetables,
cheese and strawberries are served
by a girl in the costume of her canton,
and all for so cents. But / must
leave this charming idyl and go to
the American corn kitchen, which is
up three flights of stairs in a frame
annex, the two lower floors of which
are covered with Mccormick S
harvesters, Buckeye Reapers and
Mowers, and other farming machin-
cry of American make.