Some three miles from downtown Pittsburgh, on the Monongahela side of the city which is darkened on days of east wind by smoke from the steel mills in the valley, the pseudo-Renaissance building of the Carnegie Institute stands, blackened by 40 years. There last week critics of art, newspapermen and Pittsburgh's gentlest people assembled one evening to attend a brief ceremony in memory of Andrew Carnegie, then to crowd murmuring up the Institute's broad marble stairs into 17 galleries hung with 407 paintings by artists of 13 nations. The occasion was the opening...
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