Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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THE ECHO. nave and transcept, where the collections of sculpture were displayed. Here were collected the masterpieces of all the world’s famous sculptors. The beautiful statues were placed in rows, extending from one end of the gallery to the other. As the rays of the sun shown down through the huge dome they rendered a scene which defies the power of the pen. Besides the main gallery, devoted entirely to sculpture, there were smaller galleries formed in each corner by the intersections of the building, and around the entire struc- ture were galleries forming one continuous promenade. These furnished ample areas for the display of paintings and sculptured panel reliefs. One of these rooms was graced by the portraits of the world’s fa- mous men and women. Here hung the pic- tures of Ina Colbrith, California’s nature- loving poet, and Joaquin Miller, another famous Californian. Pictures of many other noted people, including such famous writers as the English dramatist Shakespeare; Longfellow, the poet; Burns; and such statesmen as Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bona- parte, Abraham Lincoln, and George Washington. But among all the portraits of the gallery, the one that attracted my at- tention the most was that of our distin- guished fellow-citizen, the greatest horticul- turist and scientist of all time, Luther Bur- bank. There was so much to be seen in the Palace of Arts that I spent the entire day visiting the various galleries. During the remainder of the week, I vis- ited the other important exposition build- ings, among which were the Machinery Hall and Electrical Building, and the Agricul- tural and Horticultural Buildings. Each one of these was of immense size and beau- tiful architectural design. They presented excellent displays of their respective ex- hibits. In general, these exposition build- ings with their magnificent displays fur- nished a comprehensive picture of the civ- ilization of the day. After having spent a week taking in all the sites of the Fair, I departed for home, but many pleasant memories were still in my mind. The Panama-Pacific Exposition had proved itself the grandest event of its character, and one that would be pre-emin nent in the world’s history. This “Festival of all Nations” was a perfect culmination of all the progress made by the various coun- tries of the globe during the centuries which had passed.

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THE ECHO. event. Never before in the history of man- kind have so many representatives from the various countries of the world gathered in one place for the celebration of a common cause. The parade journeyed for several miles along the beautiful streets, which were lined with stately mansions, over which waved American flags. At Golden Gate Park, millions of specta- tors occupied the space beyond the confines of the parade grounds. Hundreds of autos and rigs, filled with handsomely dressed ladies an-] gentlemen, were lined up on all sides. As the parade approached, the mili- tary arm of the country rose in grateful sa- lute to the civil power. Infantry, cavalry and artillery with banners gleaming in the sunlight, stood in martial array, while bands crashed, and officers brilliantiy mounted dashed hither and thither. Guns were fired, flags were raised, and cheer after cheer pro- claimed the loyalty and enthusiasm of the defenders of the republic. When the parade passed, the crowd rush- ed to the entrances of a colossal lecture hall, which was soon packed to its utmost. A sea of human faces stretched far away on both sides. The great audience rose and cheered until the hollow dome thundered and roared in concord, as President Bryan stepped forward to give his introductory address. I remained in this building for several hours, listening to the lectures of various leading men, and the singing of national GALLEY TWO—.. hymns. After the last speaker had com- pleted his address, the great audience slowly arose as if loath to leave the scene of such an impressive ceremony. As the crowds filed slowly out of the great hall, the firing of guns and the blowing of whistles pro- claimed that the great advent had been con- cluded. The Panama-Pacific Exposition build- ings have recently been dedicated to the greatest exposition the world have ever wit- nessed since the beginning of time. But dedication day was not yet over, the mag- nificent display of firewarks at night was one of the most popular features of the day. Even before dusk several millions of people were gathering to witness the fiery siege. The skies were soon aflame with light and the air was filled with myriads of Roman candles, rockets, and all sorts of strange devices for making various colored lights. The scene continued late into the night, in fact it was almost dawn ere the streets were once more cleared of their throngs. On the following morning, I decided to return to the park and spend the day visit- ing the various exposition buildings. I took an early car from the city, thinking I might see the decorations and grounds be- fore the crowds gathered, but when I ar- rived at the park it was already thronged with thousands of people. After surveying the beautiful grounds, I decided to enter some of the buildings. As I had always heard so many stories in connection with the beauty and magnificence of buildings of art, it was my desire to first visit the Pal- ace of Arts. This building was well lo- cated near the center of the grounds and was set off to good advantage. It was an immense structure, covering more than thirty acres of ground. It was classic in style, bearing a strong resemblance to the Grecian-Ionic models. Its leading architec- tural feature was a huge dome, which meas- ured one hundred and fifty feet in diameter and one hundred and seventy-five feet in height. After having thoroughly surveyed the exterior of the building and its immed- iate neighborhood, which was ornamented with groups of statues, replica ornaments of classic art, Grecian art and the like, I as- cended the front steps and entered the beau- tiful arched doors. When I gained my first view of the interior of the “palace,” I was by no means disappointed with what I saw. Before me lay the grandest gallery I had ever seen. It was the main floor with a

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THE ECHO. THE VOYAGE Emily E. Rued. O an American visiting Europe, the long voyage he has made is an excel- J lent preparation. The ces- sation of the usual occupa- tions produce a state of mind peculiarly fitted to receive new im- pressions. In traveling by land, there is a continu- ity of scene, and a connected succession of persons and incidents that carry on the story of life and lessen the effect of absence and separation. But a sea voyage severs us at once; it makes us conscious of being cast loose from the secure anchorage of settled life, and sent adrift upon a doubtful world. As I saw the last blue line of my native land fade away like a cloud on the horizon, it seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns, and had time for meditation before I opened another. That Jand, now vanishing from my view, which contained everything dear to me in life— what changes might take place in it before [ should visit it again. [ delighted to loll over the quarter-deck and muse for hours on the tranquil bosom of a summer sea. Then later play the fas- cinating game called “shuffle board” with my fellow passengers, or tramp about the sailors’ deck. Sometimes a distant sail gliding along the edge of the ocean, would be another theme for idle speculation. In the evening, after the elaborate dinners, we would sit on deck listening to the soft strains of the band. Perhaps another ocean liner would pass, and the cheering and saluting was a fasci- nating thing to me. But the second day of the voyage was far from pleasant. I then realized how the first sensations of sea-sickness felt. I pass- ed the day in watching and feeding the thousands of little fish. In this pleasant position I could distinguish the voices of my friends, giggling at my great distress. I kad forgotten how the day before I had laughed when they were in the same con- dition. We one day descried some shapeless ob- ject drifting at a distance. At sea every- thing that is seen in the surrounding ex- panse, attracts attention. It proved to be a whale, and then I remembered the stories I had read about the colossal size of the whales and their ability to “spout” water over thirty feet high. One night we saw a seagull. The captain informed us that soon we would near the Azore Islands. The next morning the is- lands were in full view, and of all the beau- tiful sights I have seen in my trip from San Francisco to New York, and through Eu- rope, I really think the islands impressed me more than any other. Probably it was because it was the first land we had seen for five days. It was as if the five days had been five weeks, although we had enjoyed ourselves immensely. It seems strangs that these hills should suddenly rise from the depths of the ocean. The banana groves were very tempting, but as we did not have the pleasure of going ashore, we could not see the groves nearer than with the field glasses. We spent the whole day on deck, and towards evening, the islands were be- hind us and by the next morning we were again out on the vast expanse of water. Three days later we came to Gibraltar. We had the extreme pleasure of being ashore for three hours. A small steamer carried us from the liner to the city. There, the narrow streets, the water carriers and many other foreign sights were very inter- esting. The hundreds of beggars and ped- dlers, who tried to sell their wares to the unexperienced “Yankee” were very amus- ing. Soon the three hours were over, and again we left for the steamer. We were sailing