The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-09-22
ARRIVING IN PARIS

Travel Letter of W. Y Morgan in the
 Hutchinson 0<as.) News.
 NF course the first thing to. do is to get out and sec the sights; O hut of course it is not. The first thing is to get tho mail and the next is to clean up. After travelling eight hours on fast train through country which las had na rain for two months, one really does not care for the wonderful things which the world talks about Then comes the French dinner, which is some thing of an affair. A dinner in France goes like this: Soup, fish or eggs, veal, beef or mutton and vegetable and salad, cakes or tarts, fruit or ice. No coffee is served with the meal, but 1t is usually taken later, and is an additional charge. Any attempt to vary this bill of fare is regarded as insane. l tried my best to get string beans served with my veal course, but l couldn't The waiter said, "Oui," then went and called the other walters and l could see them looking at the crazy American. That made me per sistent and I sent for the head waiter, and told him l wanted beans-and I knew they had them ready. The head waiter said. ''oui," and disappeared, and soon the clerks from the office strolled by and looked in. By this time the veal was cold, and I realized that any further at tempt might result in calling the police, so 1 gave it up. No one refused to get ny beans, but each time I was told oui," which means yes" and is pronounced we" and each time nothing further happened except the sympathizing and curious mob. Once l travelled in Eu- rope with a friend named McGregor, who wanted his coffee served with his meal, like it is in Illinois He was willing to pay any price, end he would put in his order hours ahead of meal time. Did he get 1t? Certainly not. Coffee is not served with the dinner in France, and tnat is all there is to it.
 Although the students at the University of Paris do not have the fun in athletics and society that the students do in the University of Kansas, they have a good time in tine French way. The quarter is filled with cafes, large and small, where students and artists congregate and eat, drink and make merry. The back room of the cafe is something of a club, and dis oussions on art and science mingle with the perfume of tobacco and fermented grape juice. While there is a lack of CO., eds there is no scarcity of ladies, who constitute a part of this course taken by many of the students, not leading to a degree, not even to matrimony. All of .,-.-
 TOT in Lawrence, is quite the thing in Paris and seems to work out most satis- factory to the university authorities, for even the professors do not hesitate to mingle with their students at the evening sessions in the joints of the Latin Quar- ter. The men take examinations and de- grees and go their way to promote the advancement of learning, while the ladies stay and aid in the instruction of the next generation of students. The original Of the old college story took place in the Sorbonne. A father who had graduated many years before came for visit with his son who had matriculated as stu dent. The son had gone to the same lod2- ing place which his father had occupied in the years gone by. The old man was recalling his student days, looking over the familiar place. noticing the changes and the old scenes. "The same old beamed ceilings, where l carved my name and here 1t is,'' he exclaimed with delight The same old view from the window. The same old furniture Anl just then the back door opened and a flashing lady appeared, same old girl, he cried with rapture. The boy tried to explain that she was friend of friend.
 Same old story" was the happy com ment.>"same old game
 I went for ride in the underground tube. Bought my tickets and got onto train l knew was in the right direc- tion It stopped everybody got out and the porter insisted that 1 go too. knew something was wrong and l tackled the platform boss with good English He couldn't understand word, SD c waved bis hands and clnwcd the air and talked French for . couple of minutes. Then he