The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-05-05
Paris and Prince
of a1es
BY PHILIP GIBBS.

Il its guest, the Prince OF Wales He
comes to the Parisians as one more
pledge of that cordial understanding
which has bound together two ma
lions. so utterly unlike In spirit and
ide;tE, In close comradeshp. He is
The grandson OF King Edward, and,
therefore. Is most welcome TO a peo-
pie that had a strong personal affec-
tion for king whose qualities Of
character appealed to them with ir.
resistiblc charm.
For his own sake, tho prince is a
visitor they are glad to have. His
title brings back old memories of ro-
nance and chivslry, as told in the
chronicles of E'roissart and In the
novels of Dumas. His youthfulness
calls to the tenderness and sentiment
Of people who love the spirit of
youth. 80. as he strides by the side
OF his tutor down the Champs E1ysees
or through the Luxembourg gardens,
The midinettes nudge each other and
say, Vla le petit prince; CONNIE ii
est gentil!" and French ladies carry
Ing toy terriers smile at him ecstatic-
ally. as at a young knight sans peur
ct sans reproche; and black-bearded
Frenchmen lift their bowler hats. and
then shake hands with each other at
the thought that Franco and Eng
land have forgotten all their old en-
mites and that this young prince la
a hostage OF peace. So Paris re-
CARDS the prince. snapshotting him
by sunlight and flashlight and form
ing little crowds about him as he
walks.
But what does the prince think OF
Paris? Perhaps he has not formed his
opinion yet, but has given himself up
crowding upon him. But 1t is good TO
be boy on ones first visit to the
capital OF France, especially when the
spring is there, with a. CLINT Of green
In the Bois. with sunlight sparkling on
the ripping waters OF the Seine, and
with a clear blue sky above the white
houses and palaces and spires. There
and gaiety, in the city which exhilar-
ates the spirit of youth Though there
Is misery here. and squalor, and
grinding poverty, though, there are
and women. passionate In despair. as
in all great cities of the world. one
is not conscious OF them when Paris
is bright IN the beauty OF the spring.
iIng. their pleasures gaily. and going
to their work with smiling eyes. Out
side the innumerable cafes the
Parisians sip. light. beer and black
fSffe9 fSn n1d anf yeoT Sntin apSnthe There
bugls notes OF motor horns. the
cracking of whips staccato shouts,
the hoarse cry OF LA Presse." the
laughter Of women. the faint dull
ody Of Paris.
The young Prince Of Wales upon
his walks sees every type OF Partisan
HE. and everywhere he sees that
divine cheerfulness which seems to
atIfn fa L., oil ole
OF society. He will see the market
women OF Les Halles. fat. comfor-
table and cheerful, as they sit at
their stalls. bawling out the price
OF vegetables. chatting their Gus
toners, counting UP their francs and
sous. He Will see little parties OF
midinettes coming arm -in-arm across
the Pont Neuf, with roguish eyes
and tripping feet that dance 70 the
tune OF life. He WILL see the stu
with their long black ties blowing in
the breeze. their long hair strag-
ling under squash hats, as they go
for book at the Cafe d'Harcourt
or cheap dejeuner at the Chope
Latino. where they discuss the prob
youth. with tremendous cynicfsm.
with Wit which turns the sublime
to the ridiculous.
The mouches are skimmins down
Inc oSlD6 Wllp vi CHSeIy
bourgeois families. The children ara
playing in the gardens Of the Lux
embourg with white-capped nurses.
and shouting with laughter outside
, the Petit Guignol under the trees.
And UP and down the avenues OF the
tide OF automobiles. their brasswork
flashing in the sun-a pageant or
fair women. and OF all the rich peo-
pie of the world who come to Paris
for their pleasure,
At night the scene changes; The
spirit of Paris calls with different
voice. 1t Is the voice Of witch
with glitterlng eyes. Out OF the dark
ness there coma writhlng snakes
10 light. wh!rling wheels OF light.
and change incessantly SO that the
eyes are daszled ad bewidered-
Vast crowds seethe along the
boulevards and surge into the thea
along miles OF streets Paris sits
down 20 dinner. tucks white nap
kin under its chin. and calls for the
wine list. But here and there are
quiet hiding places, where In ihe
dar11ess tabss so1sS sossF in esh the shadows with
their women.
The moon rises above the towers
OF Notre Dame, touching It's PIN,
Daeles with a si,Sery Livery iha iight' sssns and
pouring ltS rays GOWN lp9 SeiuC.
Cilosts come out with memories of
old Paris under the Rourbons and
the Valois. The old. old voice OF
Paris whispers to the spirit. ss the
night wind flutters through Ihs
leaves along the ouais. as the light
OF lanterns from Iron brackets filters
into courtyards OF quiet mansions
which belonged TO famous families
To the young Prince or wales
Paris Win offer all her g1fts end Az
her beauty. with that witchery
which enchants all those who come
10 learn her secrets.