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ever held west of the Rocky Mountains. It is in commemoration of the one hundredth Captains Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, and planned by President Jefferson. exponent of the progress of Western America, and exemplifies the possibilities for

Portland. They are most beautiful for an exposition and include a natural lake 220 can be seen from the grounds.







REAT cities of the world all have their individual color tones. No two are precisely similar and many are in broad contrast. Some seen as the birds see them are gray, some are red, some are green and some blue. A few of them mingle two or more colors so that a variegated. scene is shown to the bird's-eye viewer, for, no matter how many colors are in the composition of the city, a gradual mingling of all is effected when the view is had from a distance, says the Washington Star."


There are even strong contrasts between the cities of Europe and those of America. The former are generally lighter in tone than their cousins on this side of the water, not even excepting smoky London, for that city when seen from a considerable height gives the impression of blue-gray dotted with creamy spots and divided by a deep blue band, which is nothing less than the historic Thames.


is the only city in Europe that may be compared with the capital of the United States, and whenever Washington is called the most beautiful city on earth there are those who have visited Budapest who shake their heads and say: "Not yet." The character of the Hungarian city varies, as do all the others, according to the height from which it is seen. Near at hand the tone is deep green-always remembering that these views are to be observed at the time of most abundant verdure and never in the winter but as the observer goes higher and higher the tone changes toward a blue and finally a beautiful turquois spot on the map of the earth below is the picture of Budapest. It is an exquisitely picturesque gem set in a sea of harmonizing tones of which it is the center.

The very immensity of London is bewildering and its color tones are as varied as the scene spread before the eye from a height. Down in what Londoners call

Paris is the cream city of Europe, yet in contrast with Milwaukee, the real cream city," it is rather murky. The houses of Paris are almost all of the same general height, and seen from above, there is a monotony of form and color that wearies the eye. Before the erection of the Eiffel Tower there was really no good point of vantage from which Paris could be seen save a balloon, and the views that swung between the vision of the aeronauts who sailed over the great city were ever changing and magnificent, for under such conditions everything in the landscape beneath seems to be moving while the balloon remains stationary. Paris at such a time rolls beneath the eye in a panorama of color and form quite bewildering in its combined beauty. Here and there are green and blue islands in the sea of cream and slate and the shimmering Seine winding its serpentine course through all. Yet the general aspect of Paris is decidedly a soiled cream.

From the bird's point of view one of the most beautiful cities of the world is Budapest, its character being an emerald green, with here and there the dots that show where a great state building stands.



the city," the smoky haze that almost always overhangs it gives to the atmosphere a blue-gray tinge that, at a distance, becomes a color that would appeal to the eye of an artist. It is the tone effect seen in the impressionist pictures of the modern school of art. Artists of that school see dark blue rocks in a lighter blue meadow. The untrained eye cannot see these colors in nature, but readily see them when they are transferred to canvas. So it is with the London of the skies. The impression is one of soft blue at the center fading away to gray maroon and light blue at the horizon, for one must get a long distance above the world's metropolis to have the horizon show anything but miles upon miles of buildings dotted with parks.

But the most amazing and at the same time varicolored sight is the metropolis of the western world. New York may be seen from any one of its innumerable skyscrapers, for the tops of these tremendous structures are so far above the street level that they form a vantage ground from which a magnificent spectacle is spread before the eye. Observed from the top of one of the great buildings in the lower end of the city, so far distant is the Harlem River on the

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north, which helps to make the island of Manhattan, that the effect is a peninsula bounded on the south by the beautiful bay, on the west by the Hudson and on the east by the East River, a part of Long Island Sound. From this height Staten Island seems to be almost at one's feet, while Brooklyn is so near that it seems as if a ball could be tossed onto the courthouse. For miles and miles to the east and north the buildings extend, the color of the whole scene being decidedly a maroon dotted with cream and blue. These latter are the great new buildings and the parks, for the plan of the builders of the great city has lately. been to erect buildings of a creamy tone, there being little smoke to destroy their colors. The silvery bands that circle the city, and on which miniature vessels ply their trade, are the rivers that make the island, and from a height they are more than beautiful-they are almost indescribably exquisite. Artists claim that the tone of New York is the finest in the world save one-Washington.

Washington is the possessor of more than 400,000 ornamental trees, a larger number than the inhabitants, and with its frequent parks is a peerless emerald set about with opalescent and ruby gems. After a view of London or New York the city of Washington is a tiny thing, for, looked at from such a height as the tower of the post office or monument, the horizon is near at hand and the line of demarcation between buildings and real country is almost sharp in its outline. A waving mass of deep green is the color tone of the city, and the radiating avenues lend to the picture a charm possessed by no other city in the world. From a height Washington is without doubt the


most beautiful of all man's creations. She is set in a vale bordered with softly rising heights, and her parks are so many that they can scarcely be counted. Everywhere the eye looks is a sea of green and here and there an island of deep red or dazzling white fading to cream. Away to the south is the winding silver ribbon called the Potomac, which grows still wider as it leaves the city, while on the north are the heights that circle the town and seem to forbid it leaving their embrace. On the east is a white island that outclasses anything in Europe for beauty of proportion and harmony of color. color. It is the capitol, while just beyond is an island of shimmering gold set in a sea of green. It is the library of Congress.

And all around are the dots of red and white and gray and cream that mark the places that man calls hotels and apartment houses and government buildings.


at the feet is a brilliant white dot in the midst of a great mass of waving green speckled with red and yellow. It is the White House in its setting in the midst of the parks, while the varicolored dots are the flower beds, and that silvery spray is a fountain. There is, after all, nothing quite so beautiful as Washington when seen from a height at the beginning of summer, before the leaves of the thousands of trees have taken on that tone of maturity that detracts from the brilliant green of early June. is a dream of beauty and whenever it is doubted that the capital is the gem of all cities let the doubter ascend to the top of the monument and look about him. will be converted to what all Washingtonians have been taught and what the most of them sincerely incorporate as a part of their creed. Washington is peerless.





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