332

beautiful Alpine scenery, Swiss chalets, rugged,
moss-covered rocks, herds of cows and goats,
gr2at fields of snow and sparkling glaciers
make it difficult to believe that it is the paint-
ers’ art and not ‘‘Alps on Alps arising.’’
Next, on the south side, the Turkish Vil-
lage, with its Bagdad Kiosk, in early Turkish
architecture, its silver bed, weighing two tons,
once the property of a Turkish Sultan, its
imitation of one of the old streets in Constan-
tinople, and the two hundred natives, under
the care of one of their priests, presents a
novel and faithful picture of Oriental life.
West of the Woodlawn Avenue entrance, on
the south side, is the Moorish Palace, an
elaborate building, with walls and ceilings
decorated with fine paintings, the whole sur-
mounted by an airy dome. Grottos and foun-
tains, illuminated by colored electric lights,
bronzes, tiles, rugs, art objects and other
curios, with Arab attendants in native cos-
tume abound. Crossing to the north side the
Zoopraxiscopic Exhibit is of vast interest
to scientists and artists. The study of animal
locomotion is a new one and is pursued chiefly

Sai

Ter sy

MOORISH PALACE.

THE WORLD’S COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ys ==
Bs

 

ie
Hl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BAGDAD KIOSK,

by electro-photographic investigations, and
the lectures are interesting, even to the non-
scientific or non-artistic visitor, Inthe Per-
sian Concession, which adjoins this lecture
hail, one can purchase rugs, daggers, scimeters
and other wares of the famous artisans from
the land of Zoroaster. North of the last two
exhibits is The Street in Cairo, a series of
views in the mysterious land of the Nile.
Here in the Midway Plaisance the visitor can
easily fancy himself in the land of the Caliphs
—a land the record of whose civilization can-
not be found in authentic. history, but -comes
to us through dim traditions and the crum-
bling monuments that rear their heads above
the scorching sands of the desert. To com-
plete the illusion one meets the identical types
of people, animals and architecture seen at
the present day in grand Cairo. Here an
African or Kabyle jostles the Arab from the
Soudan, while camels, donkeys and donkey
boys are very much in evidence. Past houses
with projecting second stories, gaudy with
barbaric coloring, comes -the voice of the