The sun., 1908-06-28
Tho Cabaret.

@Wohin?" aaked Panky. wiping from his
tawny mustaches--for he had read Oida--
the amber foami He changed his lam
guage with the nationality Of his drink
Home said Bill mot %, my Lazy cava-
lier. Here 1t is II O'Clock, after q hard
ssthetio days work. What have we accom-
plished2 You haven't even answered my
frst iues.son-whst 10 the New Hedoniaon2
We have sought for It in books and pio-
tures, music and drama, and thus far our
snark has turned out q boojum. It's the
shark We are after, the fine aesthetic thrill.
the consciousness that We have attained
the apex Of ecstasy, and Marius. my old
boy MY name is not Marius.' pro-
tested ELL you are the true blue epi-
curean Pater drew. Come. it's of to the
Cabaret They went across town and
going down a small fight of steps entered
a large cabaret with low ceiling. The
crashing Of band. the blue white haze Of
burning tobacco tho clatter Of dishes and
an internal chatter from the crowded tables
dsconcerted the two old FOUNDERS They
were really not Of this generation and for
them music with meals was an abomination.
They were piloted to table In the middle
OF the room. where rushing waters and
sudden draughts easily found them. They
tried rabbit. Oh! Then an oyster stew.
OIL Then some terrapin. OH Obi Shout
Ing acrcss the narrow table they could barely
distinguish the syllables that emerged from
their parched throats. Always parched.
The band swung into the Weary Meadow"
waltz and bedlam broke loos,.
Every one roared the deiiriously lansuid
measures and Bill almost became excited.
Say. what are they singing. The Grand
Duchess eh?' Panky again bestowed
upon his antique friend a condesoendina
smile. Bill saw and resented it. Perhaps
it's Beat-hoven!' he sneered with the near
est approach to irony he had ever ventured
It's the new campaign cong Of the Suffra-
gettes. said Panky. as be tried to drink his
burgundy. Bill stood up II I don't ret
some air Ill explode They pushed through
aislee OF artists and lovely ladies'. all In
search OF atmosphere. Panky explained.
The two old cronies linked arms and moved
slowly over wenty-seventh street Ia
Broadway. They halted at the corner and
again moved on. The fact Ia, Pank. NV
lad, said Bill In voice Of notified velvet
At they stood before q mirror and a man
In white--the fact is that it's a great thinv
IN this world not to get of your beat I
don't care whether a symphony is by Homsr
Martin or q picture by Beat t-hoven. Yon
don't-now come, own upi As for your new
drama with Ibsen soubrettes and vonr
cabarets where the noise burns your ear
the smoke your eyes. the liquor your tongue
and the bill your purse-why, Pank. Won
can have 1t. We're gettiag along in years
It's a bad idea to changd your politics 40
late in life. i like the tBlack Crook +
like story with drink in it. like Ber-
stadt's pictures, I hate skyscraper music
and like man to stand when he taI.ea .
drink. Face the epemy-seei You've tred
hard to educate your old friend today
Panky. but it's no 60. Let's get back "a
our cage. Let the boys and giris play their
new games. What was that question vo,,
put up to me, this morning1'
what 10 the New Hedonism2, rasneS
Panky. who was thoroughly exhausted
But It's no use endeavoring to make a ma :,
Of culture out of you. Billl'
Right you are. And III answer that
question before We turn in. Here's your
New Hedonisml It's the came old st,,r /.
They bowed pleasantly one to the other
raised glasses and gurgied. Lets hays
another cried Bill. the epiourean. Moral.
Hs an III wind that believes In a weather
bureau.