On the south bank of Washington's broad Tidal Basin, the new Jefferson Monument shimmered in the thin April sunlight. A stiff spring breeze cut through the tall, white marble pillars, swept over the austere white marble dome, bent the yew and dogwood trees clustered near by. Now & again the wind shook a film of spray over the broad steps; against the marble columns it tossed puffs of cherry blossoms and coal smoke from the railroad tracks.
In the big rotunda, 96 ft. below the dome, workmen unpacked the statue of Thomas Jefferson,...
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