The San Francisco call., 1905-03-08
Strl3Qs Of @olored Lights
Give Warmtb to SeQ7e.
PRETTY EFFECT IN GALLERY
Splendid Decorations Call toy
Words OF Praise.
BY SALLY SHARP.

From the gabled windows of the
Art Palace that crowns the proudest
hill Of the City by the Golden Gate, a
flood Of light proclaims to the silent
city below that the Mardi Gras is on
that Joy is King, and care clean
forgot. And loud the heralds pro-
claimed the glad tidings-loud enough
for the poor old pessimists below to
hear, If they only wouldi But that's
not a part Of their religion, unhappily
Never IN all its gay career was the
great hall so gay. Yellow and red
lanterns sent abroad a glow of warmth
that blended magically with the battle
OF color below.
Strings OF colored lights. akin to the
gems that lie in the bosom of Mother
Earth, cleaned from the groined
arches. giving e living quality to the
famous tapestries that look from the
inches above.
Even the splendid paintings were
live things, in the weird light-but
perhaps 1t was only atmosphere, that
strange intangible thing that shapes
our conceptions. It must have been
tmosphere-because it's an indisput-
able fact that the ball is itself a thing
Of atmosphere.
IN THE GALLERY.
But it was in the Searles Gallery
that the really smashing effects were
produced. Carnival colors, red and
yellow, were blended with the trium-
phant colOrs Of Joan of Arc, and only
as the artist eye knows how.
Blessings on that fellow Breuner,
who gave US that splendid scheme of
decoration, possessing, as il did, a sane
and holy schemei-not so dazzling,
however, as last year, when Gamble
and Seawell were the wizards.
Last year, when the pageant, which
is. the event Of the night, was passing
through Searles Gallery, the colored
lights were flashed from the west end
4 of the boxes. quite binding the occu-
pants OF the east end boxes.
This year, by a clever manipulation
OF the decorative scheme, the lights
came from the south end Of the gallery,
and with superb effect.
Nor was the ensemble of the hall
marred by the new plan, since Mr..
Breuher reared a turreted and en-
battled castle wherefrom to loose the
lights
Overhead, threading delicateIy be-
tween the scarfs Of color, thousands of
bulbs gave forth their exquisite CLEAN.
And sweetest Of all, high above the
lights, even as is Gods work above
mans, rose the FIR branches and the
pune, hlllng the air with their pungent
OdOr
And the musicl Ali Here was the
allUrement of sound.
To be sure, We always expect some
thing Of Sir Henry Heyman, but last
night he exceeded himself-and here's
70 him and his clever bandsmen.
THE GRAND MARCH.
At 1890, His Graciousness, Edward
NJ Greenway, announced the march.
There was a rush, a scramble and
peering into eyes behind masks-a few
interesting blunders-and the march
was on.
At the forefront there Ioomed up the
mystery-the Joan Of Arc that for two
weeks has successfully eluded the
Sherlock Holmeses Of the press.
And who do you think it was
Leonard Foss, student in the School
OF Design
I was almost prompted to repeat
what small boys say at a disappoint-
rnent, What a selli'' But 1 won't
its inelegant, and besides, its not quite
Inappropriate, because the lad really
bore a striking resemblance to the IA
nous Maid Of Domremy as we know
her through the painters brush.
Borne aloft upon a shield-the white
horse being eliminated. owing to the
sensitiveness Of the red-haired women