The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-03-15

vile. That's a masterpiece of art, You forget all the people and the music when t is put in front of you
 An Untold Story.
 You take your coffee out in the gar den. where the sound of the laughter and music from within easily reaches you 4 good many Parsians come out to the garden to have a glass of beer in the summer and see the crowd
 Near Us sat group of three-I -I5apably father, mother and daughter about r. The woman was common-p place and stolid but the man had d wonderfully keen face. and in spite of his shabby clothes had evidently seen better days. At one time he had been one of the pass. ing show and not onlooker
 He gazed moodily on the world that he had dropped out of. and the girl watched with the Weirdest expression of longing l have ever seen. Her face was so strange it made your heart ache, and when her father patted her hand with an attempt at a smile, it took away ali the pleasure of the filet of sole for me and we left. l wish l could have painted that group. As kipling would say, There was q story there. but it was hidden.
 After the filet of sole au petit due you will want to compare it with the flet of
 
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 After you have sopped every bit of that sauce with pieces of bread you'll wish your office was next door. Some day I'm going 10 sit with two portions each of both the sole au petit duo and the sole a ia Marquery and by alternate mouthfuls try to decide which is best I'll be in an ecstasy of art.
 A Dinner at FontainebIeau.
 of course there are dozens of famous chefs in Paris After you've been al one of the ultra-fashionable restaurants they are all alike-more attention paid to the gowns, music and wine than the menu And loved to dine for 10 cents at a lit tie cafe on the Boulevard St. Germain, where Thackeray used to go, and order the boulle baisse that he wrote about so lovingly. And for dessert you had little wild stra wberries, with thick layer of soft, cream cheese over them. Good? Try 1t once.
 ''lf you go to Fontainebleau, be sure to dine at the little Cafe Moret and ask for eerevisses a la Bordelaise. You dine in a garden surrounded by long tables fiiied with the family parties. You'n see a couple Of soldier sons With enormous baggy red trousers off on leave for the day greet the father with d solemn kiss on each check.
 T could have gone on indefinitely cracking those miniature Holsters. You know how you can eat popcorn, My ca pscty was as unlimited about the ecre- visses. l like to think of that evening, of the stars and the cool garden and the scurryng Waitresses and the rsd-faced jovial family parties roaring over their family jokes and the friendly smiles and glances they gave you, and how they'd igu ugh when some one sucked the sauce rom the fingers awkwarlly or noisiy. You realized that we're all one big fam fly, after all.
 But don't be like one American from the west ] met who clapped me on the back and said:
 ." Say, I an't had a good American meal since I left home. eat what they [ give me. but, hell, l don't know what I've eat after I've eat it.!
 "Of course ! walked miles through art galleries, saw at least million churches , and ruins and monuments. and all that sort of thing. but one old French friend of mine is about right when he said: My friend. 1 am an old man and l know most of he pleasures of life. Be- lieve me when I tell you that the delight one takes in paintings. in sculpture, in the drama, books and any delight of in- tellect is not to be compared to the de Fight of eating ecreyisses la Bordelaise opposite d pretty woman at dinner and watching her sip .the sauce from her fin gers. So. so.' ''