Omaha daily bee., 1909-09-12

III ~ kHAAe - ~ ANNE
looking in a mirror. the French artist
paints nude a woman taking a bath" one
Of them Is saying.
Then your glance is attracted by another
trio, young business men these or perhaps
men Of leisure; at any rate they are on a
holiday and they are daring each other to
attempt a Joke. One Of them at length
accedes and rising carries a Rlass of
foaminR beer TO the sidewalk, where a
caby. fast asleep, his reins In his hands
and his horse patiently waiting his awaken
ing, has located himself right outside OF
this special dancing hall. The young man
holds the beer under the cabby's nose
and those near enough can watch the
dreaming expression change into one OF
ecstasy. Finally waking with blinking 7
eyes. as II he feared 10 lose by that act
the vision he was enjoying. the cabby,
calculates his delight when he realizes
that for once the fancy has materialized
into fact.
The crowd, ever ready TO appreciate a
Joke. no matter how crude, clap their
hands, and after drinking his demi bruno
the cocher whips his horse and in a cloud
Of dust vanishes from the sight.
At the shooting Gallery.
After this the march is resumed and
your next stop is at a shooting gallery,
where a young Englishmau with all the
hall marks Of the territorial nonchalantly
smashes with a very indifferent rifle cara
coling hares and eggs. which appear and
disappear from a fountain In the rear. their
motion rather similar to the midinette
waltz. The proprietor of the gallery, who
separates himself after this feat from
three very bad cigars, watches territorial's
departure with unconcealed delight.
HE feat naFnR a nnNnl ~ Ernnahnnan
take up an interrupted story. 1t relates
to the shooting experience Of an English
guest on the preserves OF his French host.
Accustomed to the abundance of game or
his home grounds, the visitor was surprised
to tramp for an hour without any sign
Of life. Finally a rabbit speeds across his
path and he raises~h bis rifle, but the game
keeper cluched his arm.
mot that" he whispered softly. That
was Pierre; we never shoot Pierre"
Thu markham desists. A moment later
a second rabbit flees in the other dlrec-
ton; again the raised rifle and again the
agonized voice Of the keeper: "Monsieur
pour l'amour de Dieu; that was Gaston'
He is never shot at" The third rabbit
passes and the wearied Englishman does
not attempt to stay its flight. Great dis
appointment on the part of the keeper, who
whispers:
"why did you not shoot. sir7 That was
Jacques. We always shoot Jacques"
At the Cafe C~hantant.
Then you tarry at an open air cafe chan
tant, where a red curtain is stretched from
tree to tree and the numbers are preceded
by tinny notes played on what one OF your
party denominates "a horseless piano"
When your ears are sufficiently antago-
pizad thu curtains aro s,iddanlV dra Vyn and
a stout lady in spangled gown, whose
vintage is as certain as her age, sings
nasally a semi-comlc song. Her custume
is low-necked and a long train winds SER
pentinely along the restricted space and
is lost to view In the inner room. She is
followed by a woman of about her years
and size, with a gown that rises delicately
to the ears but leaves the knees exposed.
The song seems to be the same, but you
are told by a French scolar that 1t is not;
that while the other spoke OF the inevitable
unhappiness that rises from the introduce
ton OF a triangle into the geometrical
simplicity Of parallel lines the second on
tho contrary was all about nightingales
and blue skies and love. When you return
some four hours later over this same
route. the troubles of the triangle, the joys
Of the nightingale and the solace OF love
are being sung by the same voices on the
same platform to the same horseless piano
accompaniment, and a crowd similar in
numbers and enthusiasm are a~pplauding.
Soldier BOY Is Busy.
Then you walk deftly over yards OF con-
fetti thrown by the merrymakers. Some
French soldiers in red coats and some In
blue, all alike, misshapen and i'll fitting, a
fact upon which the army prides itself,
so you are told, walk by, their arms up
r holding clinging young women who look
, with adoring glances that could not be
easier TO decipher were you strolling or
, the Strand and meeting Tommy Atkins
and his 'ousemaid.
Every once in a while you pass a re.
served space near the roadway where
; serene faced donkeys are being bargaine6
. for, and the bargains completed; a process
= sion forms sometimes Of children, some.
times OF rollicking youths. their feet trail,
9 ing In the dust or their knees hunched VI
g TO their ears. Once a stately English
S woman with severe tallormade suit goes
= slowly by on a particularly small donkey
e and at her side, similarly mounted, Is &
' short thickse woman sitting astride.
' You pass a score OF men and women II
fantastic costumes with paper caps, har
S ~iequins and columbines, pierrots and pier
~rettes singing songs and throwing confetti
and flowers at each other and the crowd
II Every once In a while a great omnibus o
\ market wagon is driven by, with one, tw,
or three horses, the reins falling free, an
r the crowd inside peering out through tn
e web OF green boughs with which 1t is GOV
d cred.
y soused, but Refined.
A drunken man bars your progress. H
q Is the only ons you see-or heartburn
tho day, and you are assured by tn
e Paris residents OF your party that II
3 almost unheard Of for the Frenchman I
forget himsel to that extent, But even 4
his maudlin state he exhibits a certain re
finement OF view.
Paris Is beautiful" he announces. IAN
it's environs are most beautiful Of al
v That is why''-a low sweep of the stra,
hat and a corresponding bow of the body
n which regains it's equilibrium with diff
& euIty-'that is why I choose to remain /
the environs."
He allows you to pass on.
Is You notice few gendarmes, a strikin
Is contrast to the over-policed condition c
London wherever there is a so-ealle
~merrymaking.
: The special allurement Of ~sceaux-Robir