Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-29

tell him to walk so and bow like that.
and fall right there, and say 'Yaas. my
lord!' and make grand reverence as he
hands the lovely bareback lady to her
Arab steed and Chocolate will do 1t with
what lordly grace!
Every step he takes and every word he
drawls in the three hours of matinee in
which the children will not let him quit
the ring is learned by rote, like a studious
poll parrot. Between movements his act
Is to be in everybodys way-beloved. OBJ
served, incapable of even standing still
without exciting peals of childish laugh
ter!
Paris children love Chocolate because he
Is a grown-up child; and when he recently
fell i'll with rheumatism the little aristo-
Gratis made up for him, themselves, a
purse of some $1,000 cold cash.
You are close to the small circus ring.
and 1t Is New Years afternoon
The splendid Arab hQrses-fnest in the
world. perhaps-have new tapis and har-
ness. Thirty solemn servants in knee
breeches and powdered hair stand in
rows, in new sky-blue livery, to usher in
performers. Trapeze ladies and bare
back girls come on in costly sables.
Throw the 4O,000-franc fur mantle to
Monsieur Footit-and the 1.-THE beauty
smiles in brand-new white silk maillot,
with a diamond garter!
The charming young corps de ballet
ballet in circus-is new from the cos
tune inward. The orchestra is trebled-
fit for opera. Monsieur Foout Is in grass
green pajamas. Chocolate is in his new
white satin dress suit
Tier above tier the youthful beauty of
Partisan childhood sits with lovely
mammas, delicately, nibbling bonbons,
red-cheeked, wide-eyed, all agog at COM
ing splendors, crying with love above the
Tannhaeuser march: He, Chocolate
We tell these little exiles and half
mobiles that our childhood at home in
America was freer and more golden than
is theirs. but theirs is nicely gilded!
Where else of winter afternoons do
children so shine with such demure child
ish elegance-not imitation grown-ups-
as in the innumerable charity bazaars OF
American Partisan society?
Where else do children get such guam
titles of New Year gifts from the smart
gentlemen of mamma's long list? The
smart gentlemen cannot bring mamma
presents-not when mamma is American:
they learned 1t years ago; and as Partisan
society men must pay their yearly social
debts at New Year the small exiles and
half mobiles come in for great loot.
The house is full of mistletoe; and mis-
tletoe is magic, every Paris child knows.
In the Avenue of the Champs Elysees.
returning to lunch from the Ice palace.
nurse has let the little girl buy her own
branch of mistletoe from poor man"
who makes some $40 on the stock he
bought for 80 cents at the big central
market.
New Years night. when papa the New
York broker or papa the king-descended
marquis has his pals all coy in the IL
brary with whisky Soda" lovely mamma
slips in with the children, bearing mistle-
toe and a triple-gilt coal shovel from the
gorgeous Franco-American kitchen.
Solemnly the clubmen aid the kids to
break up bits of branch and leaf and
berries on the high-priced shovel. Sol
EMMY the children watch the costly
shovel held above the blazing wood fire.
Mamma smiles indulgent. She is so
glad papa is there with her for once-and
not blowing SOM" more of her money at
club baccarat or in the ballet greenroom
of the opera.
Crack! crack! What pungent. lovely
smell! The mistletoe is burning on the
gilded shovel Now 1t is gray ashes.
Mamma has nine tiny silken bags all
ready.
Into the small silken bags they poke
the ashes of the mistletoe. They tie them
up with cherry -colored ribbands They
are magic bags. luck-bringing bags for
the new year. And mamma needs them!
STERLING HELLO.