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Another summer day is drawing to a close, and lights are springing up along the merry Midway as if by magic. If a strange, eerie place during the day, with its curious inhabitants and remarkable specimens of world-wide architecture from humble South Sea Island huts to Turkish mosques, Persian palaces, and Chinese pagodas, the effect is greatly lightened when these wonders are viewed by the aid of thousands upon thousands of lamps, colored lanterns, and electric lights.
After the numerous villages and streets, bazaars and countless shops had once got into full working order, each day and night was pretty much like another along the Midway. Only a downfall of rain made a perceptible difference in the crowds that haunted its classic shades. The same weird noises came from every hand, and a succession of sights that made one doubt very much whether he was in the ancient city on the Nile or the modern Babylon, Chicago.