In Manhattan's sombre old Grand Central Palace, through whose innards move dozens of expositions every year: whirring, clanking, buzzing, gurgling machines, bottles of queer-looking powders, crystals and liquids—the Exposition of Chemical Industries. ... In Manhattan's far-from-sombre Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, under soft lights, on soft rugs, with lyrical commentary, comely models in dazzling clothes: a special show of synthetic fabrics for the Congress of Industry. . . . The scenes were dissimilar but the purposes were the same: to extol the marvels of modern chemistry.
Some marvels at Grand Central Palace:
> Dyhydrol, a paint vehicle...
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