Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1920-09-10

! F2 HI greensboro DrlQge, New
"a York, is almost deserted these
g summer evenings. An occa-
sionul pair of strollers, en-
hraCed in the shadows of the great
sirders, solitary man whom years
have taught a love of peaceful places,
Il group of small boys lured by the adj
venture that beckonS from boats and
| moving waters, a duo of schoolgirls,
gigglng over secrets. Otherwise you
may have the bridge and the quiet
grandeur Of the view to yourself, says
a writer in the Christian Science Mon
itOr.
The hest time for your visit is that
indetnable quarter of an hour be-
tween sunset and the beginning of
| twilight, the hOut of color when com
nlOnplace objects appear in the ric3
tones that fade into dim color under
the intenser light of day.
This evening the blue Of the sky
was just beginning its dissolution into
twilights gray when / came up the
long approach to the bridge. Family
greenlsh, it stretched above and be-
h nd the great superstructure, which
has the eccentric curves Of Siamese
temple roofs, with pairs of delicate.
needle spires shooting up from the
gables.
| anu on the bridge, and the city
lies before me.
How can | describe what | see?
Far below is a broad flowing river,
with the rich olives and yellow browns
of a moss jade To the left, as | lean
on the southern parapet, is Queens,
| its low-lying factories and wOrk-yards
now redeemed from their inSignifi
| canoe by the rusty browns and yell
! lows that they wear. Nearer is the
symbolic geometry of BlaCkwell'S is
| land, its grass plots emerald with new
| grass. TO the right and curving into
| the background, is Manhattan, rich
| in color and. built haphazard as it is,
amazingly inevitable in composition.
Brick factories and brick and
| brownstOne houses built in the sos
line the shore in the near-foregrOund
| Tonight they glow with incredible
reds and russell browns. The suns
touch fingers in them, and in the warm
grayS and yeilows, purple Swallowed,
| of the city that rises behind them.
A City on Hill.
Seen from the Greensboro bridge,
| New York is city on a hill. From
the low buildings that line the shore,
touched once with the green Of will
| lows that have been tremendously
spared by the tramping city, there is
| Il Gradual rise to the heights Of
"down town" rhe graceful twin
| towers of St Patricks, the medieval
| bell tower of the Grand Central ter
mnal, Madison Tower, the Singer
| building-I can find them all, though
they are vested from my vantage
| with an unaccuStOmed romance They
| are part of beautiful painting, har-
I mOnious in color and composition. In
| the background, the Williamsburg
! bridge stretches In delicate outline,
and beyond it is Brooklyn bridge, a
vague. graceful garland in the fading
| light
The shadows are deepening now.
! The, towers are blue against the pale
sky, just sinking into gray and the
but dings along the shore are losing
! Their identity. Evening, careful
shopkeeper, is laying a gray-black
| cover over them. CuriOusly, the city is
seen now in three distinct planes, the
dark shore line forming one, the group
Of higher buildings a few blocks back,
| a second, all in black and white. the
long line of Broadway, blue and pur-
pie Swallowed, the center of the third.
In the Evening Shadows.
Ten minutes of tenderly reminiscent
blues and grays. with lights appearing
| one by one. Wall street is town on
a hilltop now, with hundred lighted
! wiz dows. Brooklyn bridge is a neck
lace of topazes. My thoughts go a.
wandering among the street markets
Of the lower East side, down familiar
WAYS marked out by rows Of lights.
And then, Puck-like, it is in Broadway
over which there hangs delicate gold
en- haze, fata morganis.
The superstructure of the bridge is
no longer merely a wonderful fnechan-
ism. 1t has a mystery It's masses,
black and full of shadows have taken
on a subtle flavor of antiquity. They
are not steel Orders, erected by men
with whom one rubs shoulders In the
subway. They are something reared