The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-04-04
Visitors Will Find San Francisco Huge Working
Laboratory Where They May Gather knowledge
Of Hundreds of Hitherto Strange Subjects

ties it's half hundred wheels and snorts
its contempt of an old fashioned,
leather springed wells-Fargo mail
coach on a stand near by. Inside lux
urious coaches, different railroads OPP
crate free moving pictures that depict
the beauty spots and advantages Of
travel upon their respective lines. But
perhaps the automobile section is even
more interesting. There is nothing
more democratic than the automobile
these days. The "jltney bus" is a
great leveller. So Always a large crowd
is to be seen studying the wonderful
colored relief maps of the system OF
State highways that will soon furnish
a fine surfaced road from the Gulf
of California to Puget Sound. An
other fine map displays second
great national highway from the Can
ada line in North Dakota to the Gulf
Of MEXICO. The mountains, oceans,
forests and canyons. are moulded on
these wonderful maps with a realism
that had almost said. stirs the gas
olene in ones tanks-stirs in one an in
tense desire to escape to the mountains
where there are no speed limits. But
Of the section draws one away to wit
ness the assembling of an automobile
by half a dozen gangs, each working
on a single operation and passing on
their product. the whole turning out
a finished machine down to the honk
every ten minutes.
The crowd that watches the opera
ton is principally masculine. Indeed
n stroll through any of the palaces
brings al once into view the way in
which a diversity of interest causes
segregation of the sexes. Follow a
man and you will bring up at a ma
chine. But are you attached for the
day to a wife or sweetheart then you
are certain to be finally engulfed by
the feminine stream that flows steadily
toward the food products" There
husband, father or lover may occupy
himself in studying the big -four mill
that turns out its hundred barrels a
day. But his womankind will be found
packing the long counters where Mr.
Ran n. Puri bakes and hands out the
little sweet Hindu cakes of Mr.. Rud-
yard kipling's Indian bazaar.
In the next stall Miss Tsuruyo To-
kunagai. looking very sweet and
pretty in her national Japanese cos
tune, dispenses delicate rice cakes all
hot from the furnace. II YOU prefer
them, Sam Wing Hop supplies Chinese
dainties guaranteed not to be pre-
served mice or unborn birdlings. Rus
sia, Mexico. Sweden. Germany. every
nation has a pretty representative to
supply its choicest sweetmeats TO eager
patrons. Then there are pickle
samples. teas. coffees, jams, jellies,
sauces, condiments. After observing
the progress Of one iady from booth
to booth / am compelled to differ from
the verdict delivered by grouchy
Scotchman: Heck, mon, but it takes
lang hour to max n meal in the
Foods Products what o. the small
mouthfuls they hand ye'!"
am sure that the woman I oh
served would not care to eat again
for a week. Perhaps she was n Bel
gian refugee. Not that the food con-
stitutes the feminine attraction. Food
is woman's business and your mod
ern woman is always ready to learn,
For the same reason they haunt the
sewing machine displays. or watch
with absorbing interest the manufac-