Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-09-10

81 summer evenings. An occa-
sional pair of strolers, EN-
blaced in the shadows Of the great
girders, a solitary man whom years
have taught a love of peaceful places,
a group of small boys lured by the adj
venture that beckons from boats and
moving waters, duo of schoolgirls,
gisgling over secrets. Otherwise you
may have the bridge and the quiet
grandeur Of the view to Yourself. says
writer in the Christian Science Mon
itor.
The best time for your visit is that
lndefinahle quarter Of On hour be-
tween sunset and the beginning of
twilight the hour of color. when COM
monplace objects appear in the rich
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-
hind the great superstructure. which
has the eccentric curves of Siamese
temple roofs, with pairs Of delicate.
needIe-spires shooting up from the
gables
l 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
of a moss jade. To the left. as l lean
on the southern parapet, is Queens,
It's low-lying factories and work-yards
now redeemed from their ms gnifi-
rance by the rusty browns and yell
lows that they wear Nearer is the
symbolic geometry of Blackwen'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 buiIt in the SOS
line the shore in the ,near-foreground.
Tonight they glow with Incredible
reds and russell browns The suns
touch linge.s IN them. and in the warm
grays and yeilows, purple shadowed,
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 he shore.
touched once with the gratn Sf viii
lows that have been miraculously
spared by the tramping city. there Is
gradual rise to the heights Of
"1own town" rshe graceful twin
towers of ST. Patriek's. the medieval
bell tower Of the Grand Central ter
mlnal. Madison Tower, the Singer
building-I can find them all, though
they are vested from my vantage
with an unaceustomed romance. They
are part of a beautiful painting, har-
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
buildings along the shore are losing
their identity. Evening, a careful
shopkeeper, Is laying gray-hlack
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,
second. all In black and white, the
long line OF Broadway, blue and pur-
ple Swallowed. the center Of the thira'
In the Evening Shadows.
Ten minutes of tenderiy reminiscent
hines and grays with lights appearing
one bv one. Wall street IS a town on
hilltop now. with hundred iighfea
windows Brooklyn bridge is a neck
,aca If topazes. Ny thoughts 20 a.
wandering eaong the street markets
~ the lover East side, down familiar
wavs marked ont by rows Of ilehts.
And then. Puck-like. 1t is IN Broadwily
pver which there hangs Q delicate gola-
en- haze. fata morsaI.s
Tho snperstucture of the bridge Is
IL ,,,ger merely a wonderful tleclan-
ism n has mystery its misses
black and fun Of shadows have .aEeh
~ smile flavor Of antiquity. they
sr,1rot e+aal Orders, erected by men
-.,tb ,,.bo,r ore ruhs shoulders Ia the
rrrsa4htuw reared