Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-23

door They pull the cloth aside for you 10
enter.
The Tavern of Nothingness.
have never ceased TO trembIe in the
Cabaret of Death. The tables are collins.
Tile walters are grave diggers. Fair pic
lures ON the walls show hateful transit rma-
tions. In the green light every face is
shastly
Fierce the tourist murmured. The
lights went no at one end of the roOm-and
disclosed Young man of the audience get
ting into an upright coffin!
melodeon played 81 mguDrieus dirge. A
woman sobbed Men grit their teeth. Amid
PLAY or lights, the man was changing in
his coffin,
Yes. | struck the front door at the same
moment as the tourist.
Skdoo for mine, he was saying. fever
ishly. Its me for the streets of Parisi
Let's go TO some hot Bohemian resort real
incandeScent. with much noise and
thoughtless laughter
So We struck the Red ASS at one of
struggles for silence with an enormous
dinner bell, after Gabriel Baum has sung
The Atmospheric Lobster Herve and
Cremieux wrote that romance thirty years
ago. hut 1t is just Baum's originality to re-
vive ito new words and new music. AS
= Its name. also has been changed to 1.-The
1Ioupillon Digestion in honor of President
Fallieres. Rodrigue is armOr-p plated against
license Gabriel calls himself Rodrigue, and
when the long haired audience bawls
'Rodrigue, have you a hearth" young
Sails starts in with the dinner-bell.
1.-The Large Pint"
The real name of the Red ASS" tavern
is The Large Pint" but it is a mark OF
ignorance to call it either. Chez Sails
Jr.." is its proper designation. Andre GILL
the caricatnrist made il. Paul Arene and
.t.,.
formed it's entire wall space into a museum
OF scenes OF Montmartre life. Paul Del
met, Xavier Privas and Montoya have In II
launched songs that went around the world
What's he singing" asked the tourist
II was a song-"Let's Kiss, Lisette,'-
that will not go around the world. The
singer was a little man with a crooked
face. bald at the temples, with top knot
mustache and goatee And as, with ex-
quisite intonation, he let loose the couplets
of his 'Idylle Berangesque / despaired OF
translating it-like skating on thin ice But
when this little goaty man. Marcel Le-
mercier. murmurs dehcately his own deli.
cacies, the story of the young Montmar-
trois who had his own ideas, who laughed
at ancient formulas" i'm. aesthetics In
love. who fell In love with a laundry girl
hut married rich heiress. 1t seems an
allegory OF life. sweetly sad and sadly good
an allegory OF the awful choices We must
all make; and what II We err? The mar
il rich. but when alone he dare not oper
his armoire. The little laundry girl Is
there dams sa memoire.'
1t must be gay to understand these fell
lows. said the tourist wistfully, as We
quit the Large Pint for the 'Quat'z-Arts
Much of the old Chat Noir' exists in Thu.
best known of the literary cabarets. The
whole rambling interior resembles a quaint
half-timbered tavern filed with the ar
tistic productions of men of genius
Long-Haired and Gentle Bohemians
Many OF these Bohemians. like JehaI
Rictus. are long haired and gentle. Pale
lean and STOPPING, Rictus makes you thinl
OF sad and nocturnal crane, who nurse.
melancholy and lives in the moonlight
When, later we heard him at the Mont
martre Conservatory" the tourist said h,
understood the misanthropic bitterness o
his songs and soliloquies-without a wore
OF French to aid him. When Rictus sing
There is no sunlight in my heart" yoi
feel that the whole world Ii ugly; yet, still
later at the Agile Rabbit we saw hin
making a very passable supper.
Others, like Dominique Bonnaud, hav,
been about and seen the bloom of things
Bonnaud was eleven years secretary I,
Prince Bonaparte. Jean Bataille revive
OF old Songs of France, was secretary t
minister of the interior. Montoya Ia al
ways introduced Monsieur lie Doctor
for the reason that he Is doctor as vel
mixture of Chesterfield and Dol
Quxote. Twenty-four hours after the Uni
versity of Montpelier had made him a.
MD" he met a Montmarte troupe o.
concert tour Come with u.s." they said
and so. in an hour Aontoya's choice q
life was made. He went with them
Too crowded. said the tourist at tn
Quat'z Arts.
TOO much French!' he said at tn