thors; frequently an ambitious original etching by an artist unknown
to you; and an occasional print of the "September Morn" kind of thing;
together with many "art objects" and a great deal of "bric-a-brac."
Upon the windows you are informed that "restoring," "artistic framing,"
"regilding," and "resilvering" are done within. And, in some cases,
that "miniatures" are painted there. There are, too, a number of
"Japanese art stores" along the way, containing vast stocks of Japanese
lilies living in Japanese pans, other exotic blossoming plants, pink
and yellow slippers from the Orient, and striking flowered garments
like a scene from a "Mikado" opera.

In this part of town photography, too, is made one of the fine arts.
You do not here have your photograph taken; you have, it seems, your
"portrait" made. "Home portraiture" is ingratiatingly suggested on
lettered cards, and, further, you are invited to indulge in "art posing
in photographs." The "studios" of the photographers display about an
equal number of portraits of children and dogs. The people of this
community take joy not only in the savour of art, and in taking part in
its professional production, but they would themselves produce it, as
amateurs. The sign "Kodaks" is everywhere about, and "enlarging" is
done, and "developing and printing for amateurs" every few rods. So we
come to the subject of music.

Caruso, Melba, Paderewski, Mischa Elman, Harry Lauder, Sousa, Liszt,
Beethoven, Chopin, Wagner, Brahms, Grieg, Moszkowsky, the "latest song
hit" from anything you please. Ask and you will find along this
thoroughfare. There are no more prosperous looking bazaars on this
street than those consecrated to the sale of "musical phonographs" of
every make. And if the name of these places is not exactly legion, it
is something very like that. Besides every species of Victophone and
Olagraph, the music lover may muse upon the wonders and the variety of
"mechanical piano players." All of de luxe "tone quality."

As for the drama. The brightest word at night in this galaxy of ultra
signs is the gracious word "Photo Play House." Deep beyond plummet's
sound is the interest of this part of town in the human story, as
revealed upon the "screen." Grief and mirth, good and evil, danger and
daring, and the horizon from Hatteras to Matapan may be scanned upon
the poster boards before the entrances of these showy temples of the
mighty film. Here one is invited to