. History of Missouri in words of one syllable . flagheld guard and ward. When peace came, these mensprang to the work once more. All trace of armswas thrust from sight. Where sol-dier guards hadmade rude tracks oer sward and bed of green, theZo-o-log-i-cal Gar-den, that great joy for old andyoung, rose to life. Great build-ings were put up tohold the prod-uct of the land and loom and the in-ven-tors skill, and fine new sheds for stock of allkinds made the new-born Fair Grounds a thing oflife it would be hard to find in any sis-ter State tothis day. But true grit does not know such aword as st
. History of Missouri in words of one syllable . flagheld guard and ward. When peace came, these mensprang to the work once more. All trace of armswas thrust from sight. Where sol-dier guards hadmade rude tracks oer sward and bed of green, theZo-o-log-i-cal Gar-den, that great joy for old andyoung, rose to life. Great build-ings were put up tohold the prod-uct of the land and loom and the in-ven-tors skill, and fine new sheds for stock of allkinds made the new-born Fair Grounds a thing oflife it would be hard to find in any sis-ter State tothis day. But true grit does not know such aword as stop. There is an Ex-po-si-tion build-ing, not in the FairGrounds, but in the heart of the ci-ty, where sci-ence,skill, and mu-sic meet each year, and where Mis-sou-ri is host to the hosts of folks who come fromall the States to see what new thing Brains andPluck has done for the use and good of man. The last week of this Ex-po-si-tion is the greatweek in Mis-sou-ri. Then St. Lou-is dons her finerobes and meets her euests in a blaze of \w\\i and. THE STREETS OF ST- LOU-IS VEIL-ED PROPH-ETs WEEK. 185 186 History of Missouri. pride. A great pa-rade is held in which all tradestake part. In this week the chief guest is theVeiled Proph-et. He comes all the way from thesand-laid plains of Past, in old Sphinx Land, tohave a peep at the youth and brain and strength inthe fair vale of a great South-west. His eyes, that age will not dim, grow moist withlove born of hopes he dare not give voice to, whenhe looks at the boys and girls who come out to greethim ; but his thoughts run thus : What stout brave lads and sweet bright maidsare here in scores ! What will they do with theiryoung lives ? The road is made for you. The pathis clear. March on with head held high and soulkept clean. You are the hands with which theGreat Cre-a-tor works. Learn, then, to think. Letthought take form till all the world must turn to seewhat you have done to bring such worth and fame tothe home of the Mis-sou-ri-
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