Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
Hart's design for the school had finally been accepted by the trustees,
and the plans were placed on exhibition in the Art Institute. Little
knots of people--students, draughtsmen, and young architects--gathered
in the room on the second floor, where the elevations had been hung,
and had their say about the plans. Occasionally a few older men and
women, interested in the nobler aspects of civic life, drifted into the
room, having stolen some moments from their busy days to see what the
architect had done with his great opportunity.
"Gee! Ain't it a hummer, now!" exclaimed one of Wright's men, who had
known Hart in the old days. "He's let himself out this time, sure. It
will cover most two blocks."
"The main part of the design is straight from the Hotel de Ville," one
of the young architects objected disdainfully. He and his friends
thought there were many better architects in the city than F. Jackson
Hart, and grumbled accordingly. "I bet I could find every line in the
design from some French thing or other. Hart's an awful thief; he
can't think for himself."
"Where is the purpose of the structure expressed?" another demanded
severely. "It would do just as well for the administration building of
a fair as for a school!"
"A voluptuous and ornamental design; the space is wickedly wasted in
mere display. The money that ought to go into education will be eaten
up in this pretentious, flaunting building that will cover all the
land." ...
"What have I been telling you?" commented an admiring citizen to his
neighbor. "Chicago ain't a village any more. A few buildings like
this and the university ones, and the world will begin to see what we
are doing out here!"
"What's the dome for?" ...
"I say the people should have the best there is."
"Pull, pull--that's what's written all over this plan! The architect
was some sort of relation to the man who gave the school, wasn't he?"
Even Wright, who happened to be in the city, stepped into the Institute
to look at the plans. He studied them closely for a few minutes, and
then, with a smile on his face, moved off.
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