National Geographic : 1923 Jan
VIENNA-A CAPITAL WITHOUT A NATION Merry Widow built. Grand opera, per formed in one of the most magnificent opera houses on the Conti nent, has always been well staged, enthusi astically attended, and its singers coaxed to America. The theaters have had fine tradi tions and scarcely a month passes without the production of one of Shakespeare's plays. The famous night life of Vienna which begins at 7 o'clock, when the theaters and operas give their per formances, used to continue afterward in the sidewalk cafes, culminating in a car riage ride around the Ring. Now it has lost its sparkle, and the diamonds blazing on a few profiteers furnish the only bright lights after Io:30. Cabs no longer rattle along with ordinary pleasure-seekers. Feed is so expensive that a carriage with two horses costs more than a motor. One old cab- CANOVA S M0O man declared the only A lofty marble way he could make Maria Christina, w way he could make u rrche money on his horse Augustiner-Krche would be to sell him to a butcher, but that such a profit was forbidden him by his affection for the beast. ONE FEATURE OF THE EMPIRE'S SPLENDOR REMAINS Only one feature of the old Hapsburg regime remains to-day to tell of a former empire's splendor. This is the Spanish Riding School, the only one of its kind in the world, which is still housed in the stables of the old Hofburg Palace. This riding school was brought to Aus tria by Karl VI, after he had been put out of Spain in his other rl6e of Carlos III. Founded in 1729, it was kept up for the Photograph by Kilophot TUMENT TO MARIA THERESA'S DAUGHTER pyramid, with allegorical figures, in memory of ho died in 1793, stands opposite the entrance to the (court church). pleasure of the royal family, who gave private performances for their friends, but never admitted the public. Now there are only 28 horses left, magnificent stallions, who go through their paces five or six times a year, while the newly rich of Vienna applaud from the royal boxes. The Socialist Democrats were loath to continue this tradition, but the chief riding-master convinced them that his in stitution was something like a museum and therefore should come under the classification of art. This argument won the day.