Skyscraper mystery.

Skyscraper canticle.

The wonderful Miss Alice Duckin, the lady skyscraper builder, was once a typist.

By lamplight the scars and wounds of subways appear less vivid, and the perpetual skeleton of the skyscraper merges in its background.

Wall Street would roar, the skyscrapers swarm, the schools drone and murmur and sing, the mills grind and rattle, and the six continents and the seven seas would pulse their blood into the city and be flushed by her radiating tides.