East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1915-07-13
THE ZONE" AT FAIR
OFFERS NOVEL WAYS
OF ENJOYING SELF
THOUSANDS FLOCK TO ATTRAC-
TIONs SPREAD OUT TO En-
TICE VISITORS.
JOY Spot Of the Pacific TX
position is Clearly the Most Enter
tanning Place 10 Which the Traveller
Can SOJourn-Eyery known Diver
sion Is There.

BY FRED $. FERGUSON.
Omitted Press Staff Correspondent
SAN FRANCISCO, July l3.-To the
last dregs! To the last bitter protest
Of tired feet and tagged bodies; until
dancers drop into chairs exhausted
and worn; until barker's throats are
dry and their voices cracked from
hours Of shouting and cajoling; until
one by one the myriad lights fade
out. and standing gaunt against the
sky appear only the skeleton outlines
Of fairy city
So San Francisco and its thousands
OF visitors take their pleasure upon
the Zone" the Joy spot of the Pana-
ma-Pacific Exposition.
It is far into the night. over the
noisy babble Of voices come the notes
Of bugle They ride upon a breeze
heavy with the odor Of japanese rice
cakes, pop corn and handy outdoor
kitchens. Upon a balcony, high above
the joy-seeking throng a young wom-
an in a much be-braided suit of semi
military cut supplies the lung power
for this bugle, summoning all who
still have a dance left in their sys-
TEN or are looking for ''reviver' to
carry them through another hour. II
is a German place is the "fortifying"
position, but worlds fair crowds are
strictly neutral. A giant guardsman
in doublet and hose stands forbid
dinghy before the door The long
upon which he leans, however, is for
other purposes than guarding the sa-
cred portals. He is more likely to
give you a friendly jab with the
working end of the spear to assist
You in, If there is any hesitancy.
Across the way the barker for an
Irish village bids for patronage against
the Teuton fortress. The glories of
a nearby alligator farm are mixed
with your anticipation OF Irish Joy,
and, towering above you. but step
away is a giant Mother Eve" Of the
inevitable Exposition attraction Gre
alton"
"Zoning' is still new to San Fran
cisco, and is ever new to the endless
stream of Americans, possibly for the
first time in their lives determined TO
see America first"
There is the soft perfume of flowers.
the quiet music Of numerous foun-
tains, the soft glow of invisible lights.
the flutter of the wings of doves. You
pass down the long line of palms,
heavy with clinging vines and flowers.
You quicken your step to keep in time
with a band playing just across the
way.
But now there is a new sound. You
are still within ear-shot of the band,
but you no longer hear it. There is
a bang and crash. You are at the
head of the Zone. A metallic sound
ing mechanical orchestra bangs out
the latest song hit. 1t is the first
thing on the Zone and something
which every American knows-a
Merry-g Round Stretched ahead is
a mile of lights, laughing people, noise
and action
Behind you are the works and ideals
Of America. Before you is America
at play. 1
From this American merry-go-
round YOU may eat drink and dance
your way through the Panama Ca
nal zone, over the ice of the South
Pole with Capt. Scott, see educated
horses, diving girls, or the crazy lop-
sided village of Toyland with its toys
soldiers towering sixty feet high. There
are villages of Australia, and Samoa,
and, hopping back to our own cont.
nent, of Mexico. A step and you are
IN Japan with fat wrestlers, monkey
shows and unnumerable fakirs de-
attention J.
While a miniature sold Faithful
;pouts in a miniature Yellowstone
Park, there floats up to the broad
of the Inn the "oo-la-la''
music of the Turkish dancers. There
s to be found-in the Orient, not the
Moses, the camel hero of
Expositions, the gun spin
hers and the inevitable line of "Prin-
,esses" whose kind was originally
made famous by the first streets of
Cairo" L.
"Old Faithful is the end of the
Zone. But there is the opportunity
FOR more to eat. drink and a dance
before starting to work your way
back. One by one concessions close,
lights flicker and go out. A fresh.
cold breeze comes off the bay. Fog
begins to lower, chasing the heavy
rice cake fumes. Tired dancers, div
ing girls and barkers step from diff
ferent shows and join the diminishing
crowds, There is nothing more to
see. but stin the pleasure seekers lin
ger along the deserted thoroughfare.
Let's all go home.
But listen! The bugle! The girl
in the braided suit, the giant guards
man. music the dance. And so. to the
last dregs!