Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-07-16
OPEN AIR THEATRES RAGE IN EUROPE Edless Rows of Motor Cars Are Lined Up at Paris
 Parks. PARTIES VERY GAY Montmartre Gives Way to Nord-Sud Subway.-Debating the
 Tango.
VERY GAY
(BY RACONTEUSE)

Paris, July 15.-Open air theatres are all the rage ill Europe now and this season Paris has it's own fash ionable al fresco stage almost in the heart of the city just outside of the old Qualifications at Pre- Catlan ill the Bois de Boulogne, only ten mia utes by auto from Place de L'Opera. or you may take one of the swift little steamers on the Seine to Long champs and then you have about fif- teen minutes walk to the theatre. The practical management has arranged it so that you may spend all day and all night there and lack nothing.
 If you want to be smart, however, you ride or drive out there in the early morning hours and take your petit dejeuner" at one of the charm ing restaurants and if you are real early you are almost sure to find parties of gay nightbirds who have come to cool their hot brains after their eXertions at Abbeye, Pigalle or Maxim and get rid of the taste of the nightly champagne in a glass of the delicious milk from the little model dairy in the park. The milk is sold at the reasonable price of franc the litre and there is no better remedy after a gay night
 The nightbirds have barely left the park when Society begins to arrive for their "dejeuner la fourchette' !, which is in turn followed by lie five o'clock" when tout Paris" is there. Endless rows of motor care lined up outside the park emptying their con- tents From some of them come shoals of fashionably dressed child ren with their respective "bonnes,' y for here the little ones are safe, and the milk is nourishing and the air fragrant.
 When the last arrivals have finish ed slipping their afternoon tea pre- parations are made for the play on the open air stage in the back ground of the park.
 Once more the silence is disturb ed by the hooting of auto horns, the clacking of whips, silvery laughter and gay calculations. The play, nearly always some short opera or operette begins at eight o'clock in the presence of an elegant audience. which as soon as it is over hurries to the brilliantly illuminated pavilion, where walters in magnificent liveries serve every delicacy that the most refined gourmet may imagine.
 A band of red coated musicians play sentimental or gay tunes and many are the ladies who are secretly sigh ing for smile or glance from the handsome leader of the orchestra, who has the reputation of being one of Paris most dangerous Don Juans, whose charms no woman can resist.
 Later on scores of gay parties from Paris arrive, you meet more and more acouaintances and friends, you order more and more champagne, the con versation grows more and more ami mated the whole crowd becomes one big party and the festival ends with a wild bacchantic dance, as the sun rises and the electric lights fade. You drink cup of chocolate, telephone for your car and drive back to Paris. A cold bath and you are ready to be- gin another day just like the one be- fore though you have not slept a wink. So light and stimulating is the wonderful air of Paris.
 MOntmartre is No More.
 All we who really love Paris, the real Paris which is so charmlngly different from the ultra fashionable cosmopolitan city which is arising all around us are in mourning because cf the passing of old Montmartre, one of the few typically Parlsian quarters that still remained but whose death warrant was signed when American engineers, like ground moles, dug the l tunnels of the Nord-Sud { subway through the old Butt hitherto the in, violate sanctum of Bohemlans and ar l lists, the last oasis in the desert o
 modern stone palaces without any character but with all the latest Am
 erican improvements, electric light steam heat, bath rooms and elevators l Elevators especially are the deadly
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