Evening star., 1895-06-01

female; tourists, dancers of the opera,
singers of the cafes-concerts. butchers from
the halles, with their families; cabmen on
the spree, school teachers, the president
and his wife and daughter, senators, depu-
ties. doctors. artists, farmers, business
men. the legion of the demi-monde, SER
want girls, high-school boys, milliners ap-
prentces, army officers, common soldiers,
policemen with day off. notaries. lawyers
and judges, burglars and beggars, artists,
clubmen and cafe waiters-the whole So
cial fabric
They go in mail coaches, stylish car
riages and private cabs, in public cabs and
livery-stable teams. by the belt railway
and the river boats IN Reoa Gars iogT OF ars aha
they go on bicycles (both male and female)
and they go a-foot.
Sunday morning in the spring time and
all Paris rises riotouS and wicked. What
do they want, these naughty people? They
desire to havo some fun. Instead of eat
ing salad and boiled beef at home they
wish to taste the dainties of the restaur-
ants and catch exhilaration from the at
mosphere of others feasting.
The Longchamps course Is far out In the
Paris park-the Bois-and in charming
natural depression. All around the horizon
the hills and verdure RISE Within the spa
cious circle of the track, and all along one
side of its exterior, lie the two great
divisions, the "pelouse'' and the ''pesage."
To be chic, to be with the bookmakers, the
jockeys, trainers, owners. the high demi-
monde, the senator's and clubmen and their
wives and friends costs twenty francs go.
To see quite as we'll and bet TO better pur-
pose in the Paris mutuels (because there
are more of them and the public Is more
fighty) only costs franc, or twenty cents.
Here your eyes will show you what you
never could have realized from words-the
black abyss of betting into which the Paris
lower-middle class have fallen. And, withal,
they are so joyful when they win, SO phil
osophical on losing. II made my husband
change a note this morning. and We have
laid out our campaign for the whole eight
races"'
Around the four sides Of high tower in
the center of the pelouse are four squares,
like billboards, striking full upon the public
view, and may be seen from any distance
They are racks for holding, one below an
other boards on which are painted horses
numbers and the names of those who ride
them. Every bettor has his race list, but
when the gong sounds he must revise it,
for the way in which the French scratch
horses Is astonishing. A race may have
some fifteen printed entries, yet when the
bell rings and Everybody turns to the
square tower 1t may appear there in plain
black and white that eleven of those fifteen
will not run. The result Is, with the
smaller fry of spectators, an immense
ment and finally a clutching at blind
chance. Those who have followed the won-
derful comparisons of the multitude of little
sporting papers are In the pangs of q new
anguish.
The horses numbers are up, and the
names Of the jockeys appear beside them
Three-quarters of these jockeys names are
English, though not half are Englishmen
1t is the custom simply for French jockeys
to take English names. According to the
popular idea, an English jockey must be
primed with gin before he is put on his