News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-05-26
BETTY AT THE FAIR
Letters of the Panama Pacific Expo.
sition by Florence Livingston
LETTER v
SAN FRANCISCO,

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Joe and went through the turnstilt
so early yesterday morning that we
joined the hurrying line of exhibitors
attendants, and booth-ladies with theil
galvanized iron boxes of change. We
walked through the Zone and saw all
the concession attractions off duty:
stunted men and fat ladies, Esquimau
dogs and dancing girls, cowboys and
Mexican cabeeros.
Of course 1t was absurd to 90 thus
early, but we kept busy all day. We
watched chocolate being made, for one
thing. Are you familiar with cocoa
beansP They look little like Lima
beans, except they were made brown SO
that chocolate may be pretty-for who
would want to eat it if it were gray or
colorless? After the beans are roasted,
they are broken and the inner portion is
left in small pieces, known as chocolate
nibs. They are ground, and the result
ing product is q liquid. owing to the
melting of the cocoa butter. This is
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squeezed between rollers, and then given
a high polish by being churned in large
watts. 1t is cooled by patent water
process, when it is ready for the moulds.
The most human part of all the machin-
cry is the shaking table, where the
moulds are agitated until go air bub-
bles are left and the chocolate has pene-
trated into the finest details of the pat
tern.
Right here I'm going to interrupt my
self to tell you of an incident that has
nothing to do with chocolate. The other
night Joe and l left the grounds on the
Exposition boat to take ride across the
bay, which we have admired at dis
lance. 1t was a wonderfully solemn
time of early evening, when every object
is magnified by its big gray shadow and
when the strength and power that are
obliterated by sunshine, creep out of
hiding and dominate the land and its
buildings, the sea and its craft.
We looked forward at the gigantic
bulk of the Oregon, and back at the
laughing lights of the Dream City we
were leaving. Just then the bombs burst
and the scintillations caught the feathery
puffs of smoke and transformed them
into varicoored balls of glory in the
southern sky. AS we went on, we left
| behind us the lights of the Exposition
and substituted those that dot the hills
of San Francisco. 1t is wonderful ride,
when every ship has dwindled to bright
outline of electric bulbs, and the water
is great blue shadow except, where a
searchlight has cut path across it.
But was telling you about yesterday.
Joe and kept to the the west of the ex-
| hibit palaces, where the various build
ings of the states and the nations stand
side by side in a group, each one differ
ent from every other and tyyfying, in
architecture aud contents, the aggrega-
ton of people behind it. These build
ings have the dignity that arises from
community life; they have the individu.
diverse history; but they are all alike in
offering cordial welcome TO every
visitor.
Tho Canadian building is one which
attracts and holds everyone's interest.
1t is the most expensive foreign pavilion,
and it is of stately design, with many
columns. The lower floor is taken up
with exhibits; upstairs there are rest
rooms, and long reading room extend
ing across the antire front and furnished
| with all the leading Canadian newspa-
pers.
In more ways than one, every country
has sent something of itself 1t is as
tonishing that comparatively static
things, like architecture and products,
should be able to convey strong impress
sions of essential differences. If L had
never heard of Canada before, | should
| yet know, as soon as crossed the thresh-
old, that l was looking at the expression
of cold climate. Canada has not sent
here one-sided story; she has been per-
rectly honestly honest about her snow,
her winter pursuits, and her fur bearing
animals.
The sides of the building are taken up
with fascinating scenes. On the left is
wonderful dioram, showing grass and
trees and rocks, all realistic and arranged
to give perfect perspective. So many
animals and birds are scattered about in
this setting of the New York Museum of
Natural History. There are grouse and
ducks, eagles and prairie chickens, beav-
ers and weasels, wildcats and moose,
buffalos and mountain goats, opossums
and groundhogs, and an enormous bear
looking at You around tree and hold
ing on a disk in one paw the tiniest bear
imaginable. There is a beaver dam and
some live beavers, which travelled al
most three weeks to reach the Exposition,
are costly keeping house on ledge Of
rock, sliding off into the water OCCASION
ally and engaging one another in a mad
frolic. There were so many people
watching that Joe and had to stand in