Meet Me at the Hall of Science

The Hall of Science

Where the magic of modern science is being portrayed this year in Chicago. The Hall of Science of A Century of Progress at night has the appearance of a brilliantlly illuminated metal and glass creation, rising from colored terraces.

Exhibit of The Scholl Mfg. Co., Inc. in the Hall of Science

Here, thousands of visitors from all parts of the world, receive advice and treatment by experts trained under the personal supervision of Dr. Wm. M. Scholl, noted foot authority.

The McKAY LOUNGE Located in the Hall of Science at the 1934 "Century of Progress

The McKaycraft Lounge is your invitation from the McKay Company of Pittsburgh, Pa., to drop in and rest in comfort when you visit the Fair. Here you will have ample opportunity to enjoy the beauty and comforting relaxation of McKaycraft Spring-action, chromium-plated metal furniture for porch, lawn and solarium--gliders, chairs, tables, smokers, stools and accessories. Any of the courteous attendants will cheerfully give any information desired about The McKaycraft line.

The puzzleder and dumbfoundeder the crowds become over there at the Hall of Science, the better they seem to like it. The piece of iron tape feeds and feeds into the so-and-so, which causes it to burn up in a shower of sparks and isn't that beautiful and what's it all about? Great gobs of flame drop and drop in a big glass barrel. Something about phosphorus. Isn't it pretty? Here's a twisty barberpole made all of light, something about what sugar does to polarized light. Nice. Oh, and look at those big globes of wire, with little twinkling lights, like a new-fangled chandelier. Golly, salt molecules or something, a lot of big words, and it's swell to look at.

In the great central hall there is a lot of splashing yellow liquid. It splashes in round glass dishes like mother's best dish for baking cake. They are one on top of each other, and they churn and churn. A big bronze voice is boom-booming an explanation, mechanically, but you can't hear it for the other noise. "Look , Sammy, it makes butter, I guess," says grandpa with a superior smile. "No, sir, that is the oil-cracking unit which separates the gasoline from the oil by hm hmhm hmhm," says a tall, serious young guide. "Thank you," says grandpa, just as happy as ever, but no happier. Churn or oil-cracker, it works, it moves, it's some important modern method, and that's all we need to know. How much fun it is just to be alive today and rubber around. The Fair is our big chance for this national pastime.