The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1920-09-24

York. Is almost deserted these
summer evenings. An 0cca.
siOnal pair Of strOllers. EN-
bracel in the shadows Of the great
gir,lers. q solitary man whom years
have taught love Of peaceful places.
a group Of small boys iured by the ad.
venture that beckons from boats and
moving waters, q duo Of schoolgirls
giggling over secrets. Otherwise you
may have the bridge aud the quiet
grandeur If the view to yourself. says
II writer in the Christian Science Mon.
itor.
The hest time for your visit II that
indefinable quarter Of an hour bo-
tween sunset and the beginning Of
twilight. the hour Of color. when CON-
monplace objects appear in the rich
tones that fade into dim color under
the intenser light If day.
This evening the blue Of the sky
was inst beginning its dissolution into
twiligh,'s gray when | came up the
long approach to the bridge. Family
greenish. II stretched above ami he
hind the great superstructure. which
has the eccentric curves Of Sia,nest.
temple roofs. with pairs Of delicate,
neetlr-spires shooting up from the
gables.
I am 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
IT a moss jade. To the left. as I lean
on the southern parapet. is Queens.
Its low.lying factories and work yards
now redeemed from their insisnifi.
canoe by the rusty browns and vel
lows that they wear. Nearer is the
symb"lic geometry Of Rlackwelrs Is
land. its grass plots emerald with new
grass. To the right. and cmrving into
the background. is Manhattan. ricl,
IN color and. built haphazarl as 1t is,
amazingly inevitable in composition.
Brick factories and brick and
brownstone houses built IN the 'aOs
line the shore In the near-forpgro,nd.
Tonight they glow with Incredible
reds and russell browns. The suns
touch fingers in them. and In the warm
g'ny* and yel!ows. purple Swallowed,
ct the city that rises behind them.
4 City on = Hill.
Seen from the Greensboro bridge.
New York II city on hill. From
the low buildings that line the shore,
touched once with the green Of will
lows that have been miraculously
spared by the tramping city. there IL
gradual rise to the heights Of
"dOwn town." The graceful twin
towers Of st. Patrick's. the medieval
bell tower IT the Grand Central ter
mtnai. Madison Tower. the Singer
huil'ling-I cas And them all. though
they are vested from my vantage
with nm unaccustomed romance They
are part If beautiful painting. har.
monfo,s In color and composition. In
the background. the Williamsburg
bridge stretches in delicate outline.
and beyond It is Brooklyn bridge. n
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
buildings along the shore are losing
their identity. Evening careful
Is laying gray-hIack
cover over them. Curiously. the city is
seen now in three hiStinct planes. the
dark shore line forming one. the group
Of higher buildings a few blocks back.
n second. all in black and white. the
long line Of Broadway. blue and pnr-
pie shatl"wed. the center Of the third.
In the Evening Shadows.
Ten minutes of tenderly reminiscent
hIues and grays. with lights appearing
one by one. Wall street is Il town on
II hilltop now. with hundred lighted
windows. Brooklyn bridge is a neck.
iace 1T topazps. My thoughts go IL
among the street markers
NJ the lower Fast side. down familiar
ways marked out by rows Of lights.
And then. t.uck.like, It Is IN Broadway
over which thers. hangs delicate gold.
en- haze. fata morganis.
The s,,perstrncture Of the bridge is
no longer merely wonderful h,echan.
Ism. II has mystery. Its masses.
MACK and full of shadows. have taken
IN . subtle flavor Of antiquity. They
"re not steel Orders. erectesi by ,pen
with whom one ruhs shoulders In the