Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-05-25
No PLACE FOR LAMBS
At OLD monte CARLO
YET HENRY WATrERSON SAYS
THERE Is MUGH NONSENSE
WRITTEN ABOUT 1T.

zeal or nonsense is written about
Monte Carlo. should certainly not
advise mothers to send their pet lambs
here for religious instruction. There
are more "swears' than prayers un-
der the frowning walls OF Tete de
Chem and down among the red roofs
OF la Condamine.
The Casino, for all its resplendency,
its columns of prophry and alabaster,
its choirs dedicated to song and dance
and its chapels dedicated to fashion
and chance, its wealth of stained glass
and old god, is yet singularly un-
like a cathedral. Set amid gardens
that seem enchanted and are celestial,
upon a castelated crag between the
mountains and the sea, il might easily
be mistaken for the mundane home of
a Greek god. II lends itself to what
ever treatment the mood Of the OBJ
server may care to bestow upon 1t.
To the loser, It is hell to the win
ner, heaven, says Henry Watterson
There are inevitably, amid the waste
Of rhetoric and moral energy trolled
off at its expense, many misconcep-
tions about Monte Carlo. One is that
the loss Of individual fortunes is COM
mon. Another Is that enormous gains
are frequent The Casino gets it's pro-
fit of the many. not Of the few. The
big player has chance TO win his
money back. 1t is the little player
who tagging behind, can never catch
up. He falls a victim TO the unlimited
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Legion.
The suicide stories are as baseless
as the tales OF wonderful strokes of
luck. During the % years that have
at intervals dropped in and out of the
place no instance Of suicide traceable
to losses in the Casino has come to
my knowledge. He who goes broke
has only to appeal to the administra-
enough to reach home. however dis
tont it may be. The transaction is
duly recorded. If he ever returns and
wants to play again, he has only to
make good and be reinstated to full
membership for IT must he under
stood that the Casino Is a chartered
club. its title being La Societe des
Bains de Mer. Citizens Of the princi-
pality of Monaco are denied access to
the tables
There Is one aspect OF Monte Carlo
that might appeal to n stole or
saint; the moonlit nights amid the
gardens and upon the esplanades.
There is not anywhere a ragged edge
or gaping waste spot. Look where
you will, the eye falls only upon the
exquisite blending Of art and nature.
Charles GARNER put his magic touch
upon the architecture which IN made
to nt, decorate and lllumine the wind
ing walks and ways whether they lead
to the seaside or climb into the
mountains.
BY night the contrast Of light and
shades are startling Standing upon
the parapet overlooking the tire aux
pigeons, the moon sailing in mid
heaven-let us say toward the wee
sma' hours-the good and evil OF the
world, the strength and weakness Of
humanity, the grace and beauty OF
youth and love, the CRIME Of living
and the inequalities of life, spread
out like n scroll Of the ages tracing
back to Theseus and Perseus, gorgons
and the golden fleece, and coming
down to the days Of miracle, Rookie
feller able to put Midas out Of bust
ness and Carnegie to make Croesus.
look literally like 30 centsl The blaze
within the Casino has faded away,
as some guilty thing, and a faint
twitter of guitars steals upward from
the all-night palace below, whittier
the swells have gone to supper. The
yachts ride with proud expectancy in
the little harbor Upon the hill yond-
er the princes beacon shines. The
surging Of the sea, like the monotone
Of an organ from the cathedral Of the
deep, penetrates the soul. out Of the
shadows stalk the wolves Of thought.
All Is hushed The tired gamblers
are asleep. only tireless pleasure Is
awake Tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow.