the new light that has been shed upon San Francisco by the Exposition of
nineteen hundred and fifteen, as well as the new light occasioned by the
opening of the Panama Canal.



Descending Night

Adolph Alexander Weinman, Sculptor



The figure on the page opposite is a beautiful lyric poem. She might be
called "A Hymn to the Night." Every line of her figure is musical, every
move suggested, rhythmical. Seen at night, she croons you a slumber
song. How subtly Mr. Weinman has told you that she comes to fold the
world within her wings - to create thru her desire a "still and
pulseless world." The muscles are all lax - the head is drooping, the
arms are closing in around the face, the wings are folding, the knees
are bending - and she too will soon sink to slumber with the world in
her arms. What a fine contrast of feeling between the tense young "Sun"
and relaxed "Descending Night."



Winter

Furio Piccirilli, Sculptor