Evening star., 1902-08-16
Republique Versus Soeurs.

"Nive la Republique!" Vocoferates a city
tough. three flights below upon the street
''Vive les Soeurs" cries an enraged cook
from her window in reply. These two cries
are heard everywhere. The government ma
jority that calls itself ia republique" In
putting out of their schools a whole little
population of religious sisters, has brought
down upon itself a veritable street cam
paign of scorn and reproach.
Have pity on blind man" croaks an
old fellow at the janitor's lodge by the
great door.
- Gals ct contentsl-" warbles a
street boy-he sings the old Boulanger
march. Returning from the Review" to
cheer himself in walking.
La valence, la belle yalencer' mourns
the orange woman.
Water crosses from the fountainr
tloWer yourselves, mesdamesn'
The cries cross each other; it is an Or
chestra composed of thousand eXecu-
tants, necessarily renewed. Paris walks
rolls, chats. murmurs, sings, begs, courts
insults, embraces, vociferates.
On the grand boulevard 1t is the special
hour for well-to-do business men. They
have gone over their mail, inspected their
establishment, given their morning orders
and now take a rest. They now slip out
of their offices and meet cronies on the
terrace of some boulevard cafe
W hat would an American business man
think of such practices? They drink alb
sinthe and water, yet do not get tipsy. They
meet tner Dig customers here the ca afe-
terrace. They make deals with fellow
business men. And they breathe the fresh
morning air and watch the pretty women,
content to let their confidential clerks run
the establishment till after lunch,
1t is an occupation to watch the fair wo-
men. Impatient of the house the moment
they are dressed. there are half dozen
types that now come f1uttering down the
street. You see them cheapenng flowers,
inspecting windows, dropping their eyes
blamelessly, flushing Indignantly prone
nading their younger brethren. fulfilling
dates, meeting, greeting, scolding cabmen,
gesticulating at Omnibuses, arguing at the
atriCal box offices. all fresh new active
rosy, moist and full of the devil,
In the great open courts of century-old
houses wretched, wandering musicians.
with guitars or harps or violins, now sing
for pennies.
Just now they have tremendously pop
ular serio-COmic song to exploit; and all
Paris-literally all Paris-hums its chorus
with delight. 1t is the Amour Boiteux'' Of
Charyet-a new cafe-concert comic; and the
''Limping Love is that raised In the hero's
breast by way of compassion for a pretty
girl who is apparently lame. AS he says
to himself lin the chorus):
''C'est bien demmage
'Qu'elle boite CONNIE ca
La pauvre fil-l-l-e-e,"
cts an awful shame-That she imps
like that-The poor gir-rl--lrD Later on
she explains to him that she had put a
silver dollar in her stocking for safe keep
Ing and that it had slipped down under her
heel
Milk and Egg Shops.
In the little milk and egg shops, so white
and cheesy-smelling, where there are green
grape leaves plastered over pats of butter;
In the grocery stores, which always carry
a full line of wines and liquors: In the
butcher shops, where one sees meat cut
into tiny, Misunderstanding portions,
and where legs of lamb wear pantalets Of
white paper, with their edges stamped to
look like lace, and In the bread and cake
shops, where the pies and tarts cost so
dear-in all the tastefully arranged CO.
quettish food suppy establishments an air
OF brisk business circulates.
Smartly dressed servant girls fight over
rebates for their private purses, while
mothers of families taste, smell prod and
| touch.
rs this leg of lamb really fresh?" heard
one ask.
1T was fresh when madame began ca
ressing IT." snapped the red-armed butcher
boy. whose curly black hair is the charm
| OF all the housemaids Of our quarter
Along the Avenue Of the Champs Elysees
and In hundred little parks all over Paris
there are little children playing with their
hoops tops. rubber balls and little shovels
and buckets. A special type Of young firt-
| ing mother sits with new novel near
them, under the shade of some spreading
tree. The younger infants are watched
over by two sorts of 'bonnes'' or "nou-
nous'-hired childs' nurses. Those most
gorgeously dressed, with long silk ribbon
streamers danging from their caps are the
wet nurses. When the fountain ceases
playing the long streamers are called in!
What Is the charm OF Paris?
know an old lady who would surely die
il taken from the beloved capital and "city