With the love for all that is beautiful in life, in what God has made and in what man has fashioned, the grateful devotee has mounted the steps that lead to the altar at which she offers up 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.