Sculpture of the Exposition Palaces and Courts | Page 6

her devotion. She bows her
head in humble reverence to her God for all that He has given her to
enjoy - all that is good, pure, true, beautiful, uplifting. And we
onlookers, too, would join the moving throng that bend the knees at the
altar of beauty and truth. Across the lagoon we gaze upon the great
stillness, and we with her murmur, "Father, I thank Thee."

The Pegasus Panel
Bruno Louis Zimm

There are no reliefs more classically inspiring than are these superb
reliefs by Bruno Zimm. The one on the opposite page is of great beauty.
The young artist has caught the inspiration of his art - he has bridled
Pegasus. Beside him march the Arts - Literature, holding aloft her
symbol, the lamp; Sculpture extending in front of her the statuette, a
devotee admiring, and Music leading the procession, stilling ever the
beasts - a veritable Orpheus. Mr. Zimm has been most successful in the
fine working out of his subject in a classical way, for the style of relief
work accords well in feeling with the superb classic architecture it
decorates.

Primitive Man
Albert Weinert, Sculptor

Long ages past I lived and gave no thought of time or doing aught save
going as my fancy took me. Ofttimes I took my bow and arrow and
hide me to the mighty forests where herds of Nature's roaming kind

served as my food when I required it. Again I followed to the sea where,
casting in my net, I drew up myriads of the finny tribe to satisfy my
appetite. Oft drew I up such numbers vast that having naught to do but
to amuse myself I fed my extra fish the friendly pelican that had
become companion in my walks along the shore. A simple man was I
with not too many thoughts and only few desires. My body was my
foremost daily thought, and little cared I for aught else besides.

Thought
Albert Weinert, Sculptor

The ages have passed on and I more thoughtful have become, for
mighty revolutions have gone on within my frame. My mind, a once
too puny thing, has year by year grown stronger, until to-day I realize
that feeble is my flesh - a thing to be abhorred, and mind does rule
above all else. My very face which once was rude and lacked that fire
that strong intelligence does give now has a steady purpose and fine
spirit writ upon it. It is as if my flesh of old had dropped and like a
cast-off cloak had fallen at my feet. Then come those days when tumult
as of yore is waged within me, and then I grasp my new-made self and
yearn to hold my old position within the body walls. Thought more
strong than flesh does wield its strength and back I crouch beneath the
feet to stay till Thought is off his guard again.

Victory
Louis Ulrich, Sculptor

Against the blue sky, with wings poised and draperies blown back,
appears a Victory from every gable point of the palaces of the
Exposition. She is positively charming in her sweep forward. Poised far

above you, she holds the laurel wreath ready for the victor. Blessed
Victories! We rejoice that there are so many of you for we have found
so many victors. Sideview, against the clear blue sky, she suggests the
great victory of Samothrace. Mr. Ulrich, we feel sure that the Lady
Samothrace has exerted her subtle influence.

The Priestess of Culture
Herbert Adams, Sculptor

There are few sculptors with greater refinement or more cultured
reserve than Herbert Adams. He understands the selection of the
significant and in many ways seems most fitting to represent the
Priestess of Culture. This figure at the base of the dome of the rotunda
of the Fine Arts Palace, on the inside, is eight times repeated. Simple,
dignified, beautifully balanced, with elegance expressed in every line of
her garment with its rich border sparingly used, she holds in either arm
an overflowing cornucopia, the symbol of what she is able to give you.

The Adventurous Bowman
Herman A. MacNeil, Sculptor

At the top of the Column of Progress where the sea-wind blows thru his
locks, stands the Adventurous Bowman, the symbol of achievement. At
the base of the column are seen figures representing the progress of
men thru life. We watch them file past, but it is with this man of
splendid daring, of consummate achievement, that we are most
concerned. He has striven and has reached the top. He has only just
pulled the chord of his bow, and his arrow has sped on. With confident
eye he looks to see it hit the mark. The laurel wreath and