Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-05-08

J e1eIs VI DUlu, VINO, HISl du-
H = venturing forth to enjoyment
of the beauties and riches
/ of Italy, approaches her from the sea,
and strides ashore from his ship at
Genoa. That is better than stealing
through Swiss mountains by night, or
working round in a train by the
French Riviera and crossing a frontier
line at Ventimiglia, says the Chris
| tan Science Monitor.
1t is difficult in the latter circum-
stance to feel that one has changed
! from France to Italy; the impression
| grows slowly and is graduated, which
Is always bad for an impression.
Come suddenly upon Genoa from the
| sea giving a thought as your craft
| steamS in to the famous lighthouse
at the entrance to the harbor-it is
400 years old, Gnu of a style suitable
to Italy), and Genoa strikes you as
fine, strong representative piece of
Italy. Genoa, with her glorious past,
is steeling herself sternly now to
| modern materialistic demands.
There is no other city in Italy which
| combines so many features Of the
country's life, appearance, history,
traditions and sensations as does
Genoa. 1t is a place of meaSureless
| variety and enormous contrasts. There
1 may be little of Rome about it, as you
might say, nor scarcely anything of
the delicacy the elegance. the aesthetic
| refinement of Florence.
Foremost italian Seaport
But Genoa, this first seaport of Italy,
is a busy, commercial place, of enor-
| nous achievement both before and
during the war, and which up to the
beginning of hostilities was doing a
.rade of over two hundred million
American dollars a year. 1t is city
of vast aspirations, coupled with a
| practical way of working them out.
In busy Genoa you get occasional
reminders of Bologna, of Verona, and
of the veritable Venice. And, again.
you have here some of the stern
modernity of Milan-plain, manufac-
turing metropolis of the north, bent
coldly to the needs of commerce and
trade.
Genoa couples in herself some of
Ne romance of the Queen of the Adri-
attic with the modern commercial
hardheadedness of Milan. Milan in
Italy is what Manchester is to Eng
land; and even in the magnificent
ope a house, the Scala, where so
many of the worlds best singers have
been nursed, there is the feeling al
ways that here commerce is patroniz-
ing it lordly DER the arts.
Flavor of Old Italy.
You may poke about the myriad lit
tie pinnacles on the roof of the cathe-
dral, and gaze afar to the uninterrupted
Alps overlooking the lakes of Won
drous blue, but commerce seems to
tinge almost every contemplation.
And this is good for Italy, for Italy
cannot live on art and tradition alone.
But Genoa, next in commerce and
first in the ranks Of Italian ports,
while doing its commerce on the grand
scale. has the art and color and flavor
of old Italy as we'll.
withstanding the busy hustle and the
certain evidence of the modern world.
one would hardly be astOnished to see
two gentlemen of old Genoa, attired
in brightly cOlored silks, with swords
at sides, emerge from one of the fif-
teenth-century doorways which abound
in that quarter. Everywhere there is
this strong contrast.
A part of Genoa is veritable maze
of old, dark streets In which any per-
son without the instinct for getting
his whereabouts may speedily become
lost. Rare old streets they are, too.
In the middle of the city there is
one which Is most wonderful, the Via
Luecoli q thin slit not more than nine
feet wide and hundreds of feet high,
so that just the thinnest strip of ltai-
ian sky can be seen by the stroller as
he lifts his eyes from the show of
J excellent and varied wares in the
shops on either side of the Via Luccoli.
This is Italy: but not fGr away you
may pace down the Via VENT Set
tembre and observe a strong moder-
nifty about the thoroughfare, something
of the American style about it. and
yet not without its share of Italian
| elegance. Here are good restaurants,
modern In all their appointments, SUI
perior shops, q general air OF business
| and hustle, and-yes, indeed-a place
with soda fountains for the cooling OF
GenOese Tongues on a summers day