The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1910-07-24
At THE GRAND PRIN.
PictnreSaue Partisan Crowd NJ the Race
spectators In balloons.

NraI IElAs kItAAt-NN " FEFlN ~
horse races. enlivens the pages Of a recent
number 81 the Saturday Rsrisr.
An Paris he says. is on its wav 10
Iongchnmps TO see the great spectacle
Il the year; the most picturesque function
of the world: the climax 10 "a GrdHdC
SsmdiHc which leaves fashionable Paris
tHsrrS and gasping for SEA air.
The boulsvarJis are impossible with
a swift stream u cabs motor cars. omni
buses and char4-A- bancs, and the people
who cannot afford To ride cheerfully walk.
The oochers are rude and demand i'm
possible prices. They refuse tn bargain
'C'est le Grand PriSl'
Confound those robbers eIcaim-
a friend from London. Let US join the
crowd so We make a risky plunge
from an island into the stream Of vehicles.
and Chamber on to u passing wagonette.
huge thing with xix prancing horses
The boy on the step is at our side in a
moment.
Five francs each!' says he. firmly de-
termined that there shall be no chance of
escape or room for argument. lie pro
ceeds TO 20 the whole round OF the rolling
vehicle. han ging precariously onto the
side. and protests arise everywhere.
a young lady travelling alone refuses
to pay. 10 10 an outrage. she protests.
Five francs! Here are three The boy
yourself down. The young lady con
suits er purss>-and gets down. Blood
sucker she cries from the road
On We go, avoiding the racing stream
OF motor cars and smart euuipag"s up the
Champs Elys&er. and taking a roundabout
route along the Quays Of the Sein" Race
goerp. stout papos In p1namaz and stout
mammRs in feathers hail us from time 70
time. climb on board breIthlrssly, and
fall into the trap.
Non, C'est le Grand PriH' returns the
boy They are too tired tn get down. and
their new yellow boots are tight; 90 We
roll ON with n full load AT last through
Auteuil and on 90 Lonschamps
A franc AT the gate, and We pass the
little soldiers on guard and enter the
pelouss where tens Of thousands 90
ParisiRns in family groups crowd round
the booths OF the p1ri-mutuel (the betting
boothsl, OF eat sandw iches ON the grass
or scream tn little Pierre and little Marthe
not 10 stray We push through the multi
! tude where hearts are beating high AZ
/ the thought Of what may hang on a hv"
/ franc bet and, paying another nInet""n
another Paris The President has Just
arrived and. With republican simplicity,
the world Of fashion ~ clustered round
I his box
There are ndnR6QuiRs tdressmak"rs'
modelsl in wonderful costumes from th"
dressed 80 " onderfully that u = impossible
10 tell them from the mdHHFgUiHs At
the booth where only forty pound bets
are taken a long top hated lin. Is waiting
patiently, FrenChmen and EnglIshmen all
dressed correctly. and with only an oc-
caaIonal American breaking away froW
strict convention aud wearing = snft hat
and whatever else he lieas's Ofi."rs IN
brilliant uniforms are everywhere on th"
flower studded lawns. under the trees,
beautiful women are chatting
Time paaAee. and the first races have
been run The great event " AZ hand
the race for the biggest prize ever offered.
and the air IA full 81 rlmors. Everybody
has a sure thing but everybody really
10 in the DARK. and the fimrv betting I'll rs
I issued from the pari-mutuel reveal moth
J ing The Frenchmen ara troubled about
3 the English hoLrer. and the Englishin, n
do not know what IN think But Roli
pours into the pari-muiuel all the time
and the officials peering through th"i-
Z little windows are impassive and lns.rut-
able
40 the crowd looks at the parad" -
horses wonders who IL the charming lady
talking to the President. and CROW is p"
b the skyline ON the top OF the grand stan =
I "a see the great race II ~ impossible. "a
move an inch. but the view - wonderful
/ The aaTth seems To be full 81 people. and
the air is dotted with "a do2.n balloons
over from the forts at Mont Naler.rn
which barked long and vainly az the Ger
mans during the siege. "A great mIlit., ~
airship comes manpuvring against ~"
wind
but We do not envy the spectators ~
the air The clouds. which hav" pep
pared us before. noy break ~ real earn. -
iust as the horsaS ar" prancIug az 10"
starting gate. The rain drops duWn IN 81,
shce, on the p-louse tens ~ thous .ud-
81 umbrellas shoot up iog"the-. md o..
earth saefns . be hidden under a square
mile Of tortoises. shifting uneds,ly NJ tho
heavy doWnpour
ION IN. grand stands II IL a nnssacr,
Of silk hats Thousands 81 peoplc -'rur
gle to rails. their umbrellas. ana then vii n
th. view ol the course completely blot Il
ont the shout gees Th"y'r" IT snd
then another cry. an angry shout. ARISES
A bas lea parapluies" Down with tar
umbrellas The great race ~ beng run
and nobody can see IL
A has les parapluies!' becomes 4 su~-
tanned roar. An old French gent"
a hon sportsman of 10. who has no url-
hrella. foams with rage Mon Deu' Ia
shotrs does one come To- the Grand Pr y
10 look at umbrellas 4 has los para
pluies" Umbrellas drop one by one. IL
though the pitil"-- rain CONTINUES. and AZ
last through sheet of falling water W.
dimly discern the horsss scampering 81
the horizon.
The Old gent lemAn. however. - ~,
hetter on. One um brella remains alO't
and 10 II Just in front. young rlan
wearing a bowler hat holds IT, His is
the only bowler hat In IN" solid ranks II
dripping toppers. Mon Dieu! tho Old
gentleman shouts again. did com. hon,
% spe your umbrella? I wear silk hat
81 thirty francs. II IL already a rag Iou
with n sacrA chapeau melon -
Another roar goes up. The field ~
a bunch il coming round into the straight
There IL a medley Of cries and among all
those excited thousands the old gentleman
! IL the only one who cannot See the horses
M they race tn the post II ~ too much
I have SOO francs on Negofol he screams
and will see him win The Young man
under the umbrella rounds on him DO.
old camel he says. and turns "a the horses
again IL IN the end The old gentleman
[ leaps upon his compatriot. grips him hy
the throat. punches him hard. and as The
horses thunder past the poet the two diz-
appcar.
THE crisis over. the people pick them
up. and - them apart What has
WOO asks Inc old gentleman 'Nsrdun
we reply The old gentleman. his collar
torn. his cheek scratched his TROUSERS
81! mud lifts his battered silk hat A
has Il. Grand PriN" ~. Cries