The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-24
there is an amiable stir
Is this leg of lamb really fresh?'
1T was before madame began handling

1T was before madame began handling
it,
What is the charm of Paris? 1t is adj
mtted to be indefinable, but at the present
charming streets, SO shaded with the great
dark green leaves and white blossoms of
the ever-present horse chestnut trees,
Beneath this shade and in, hundred
roll their hoops, whip tops. and play with
their small Buckets and shovels. With
new novel in her hand special type of
Young and pretty flirting mamma sits be-
side the bonnie or nOunOu.
or the BONES some, being rather foster
mothers than mere nurse-maids, have
the greater honor. Gorgeously dressed
in bright -colored gowns and voluminous
cloaks, their complicated lace caps are
decorated with broad silk ribbons that
dange down their backs and almost sweep
the ground.
1t is an honorable and lucrative pro-
ftession too much monopolized by peasant
laSsies and one of the Fronde newspaper
ing on 1t as an occupation for high-school
graduates instead of running their health
as ill-paid, ill-fed teachers.
1t is the Paris lunch-hour. Every one
is hungry. because no one has had more
milk -and-ccFee
In the Tuleries Garden the old bird man
is feeding the pigeons and sparrows, in
the centre of a circle of 800 awe stricken
spectators.
why do the birds love him SOP"
Because he loves the birds, you know"
They perch Oh his hands. on his silk hat,
on his velvet coat collar. They fix their
little feet In his white windy beard and peck
bread from between his aged lips!
Come. let us see those other birds fed,
in the Rue de u Paix the lovely, NAME
gums and the chic sewing girls of the great
dressmaking establishments
1t is one of the appetizers of the glded
swell shopgtrls. Even when fed by the
establishment. the kindly creatures take
their noon promenade,
Did you ever see these superb trying-on
girls at work in the showrooms? With
the torso carried forward. the bust opulent.
slowly. with rhythmic steps. balancing
their hips and carrying high their charm
ing doll-like heads.
Yes; but do you know what their scab-
Our friend knows everything We let
him tell. One time he saw one Of those
angels without wings retire behind Il screen:
he heard a rustling: then the wiliowy. blue
eyed blonde thing, with her skin of milk
and roses, stood out from behind it fifteen
scabhard of black silk that left her arms
and neck uncovered. II seemed tight,
yet loose-a mystery.
"They wear it all day" he sighed in rom
iniscence. "Over it they pass the gowns,
which they show off to customers And
that is why the gowns hang so freely and
so gracefully in the show-rooms!'
What is this smell of paregoric?
1t pervades the Paris street at lunch and
dinner time,
1t is the perfume of the Grcen Drink
1t il the Green Hour. Drink your alb
sinthe after meals and 1t will make you sick.
Nor do you ever drink absinthe at night.
1t is the worst of bad taste. Nor do you
ever drink it pure. If u does not burn
out your inner-works and melt your brain
it will prove you to be nothing better than
an alcoholic.
The gnrcOn .pours the green stuff into
your goblet TN you motion him to stop.
Good morals and good manners indicate
the stop by a wave of the hand when the
big goblet is one-third full.
Then the Partisan takes the water bolt
The liquid turns first yellow then an opales-
cent yellowy green.
The Partisan gulps n mouthful. His
eye brghtens. Another gu!p. His other
eye brightens,
Filling the deficit with more water. he
violet. pink and gold, that dance and SHIN
mer in the magic fluid.
The tired feeling leaves him. The dull
routine of life seems less distressing. The
sky brightens. the sunlight plays across
the street, and all the passing girls seem
prettier.
Another gulp.
The Partisan is strong and well. In ten
minutes he will take his lunch, or, say, in a
half hour or hour A gay little sunbeam
has entered his head and his heart All il
bright, and il is Paris-in-the-M Morning