The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-16
PARIS IS SERENE WITH AER0PL ANES
 DROPPING BOMBS

Paris ts the city with nerve Paris fefuses absolutely to be frightened, writes William Phipp Sdnms to the a1ew York Sun. in a letter dated ar Paris. September 2. Drinking grena- dine ayrups. diluted with water, and ~vatehfnR quite nonchaIant1y. the dropping of German bombs upon the city is now the faEorite pastime-
 This afternoon was sitting on the terrace fronting the Cafe Cardinal It having poured down upon the city all day. Scores of men and women mostly women with a scattering of youths and old naenEwere sitting about me i1lbtbfng their fayorfte syrups and water. Waiters hustled to and fro if the arnbls of the aged and crippled Wa1ters. the only sort available at present. Gan bs termed a bustle-and everything was quite peaceful and se- rene
 eyes, gazed into the sky.
 Another German aeroplane, he said. quite as if accustomed to watch thern fly over his head many times a day. IEM
 The peopse on the terrace looked up too. Sure enough. there high overv head was a s4aube,' meaning pig cons German nonop1ane- A prers 4y young French woman near me. sip ping her pomegranate uatxt1res re- 11llEIA9l z
 what gaTfl'
 she did not move Her lace did not pale. Her voice was as steady as if lshe were asking the waiter for carzfe of fresh water. She looked up now and then. alternating her up- ward giances with sips of rosy grena- dine.
 Suddenly there was a boom. A bomb exploded just around the corner. The German aviator had let it fall from his setaubes'
 !, sTsyVs, Eng1lsh troopers in khaki, see ing all eyes gazing upward stopped fin front Of my ta.bFe, fired seven times each at the passing air craft and grin ned sneepishU when they saw it go 1mpudentIy on
 The people on the restaurant ter race kept their seats They went right on drinking and gazing upward alternately The little French beauty saids
 loud as cannon
 Then another bomb exploded. and "a third The aeroplane turned deliber- ately ovsr the EHffel Tower and from the top Of this tall structure ma chine gun rattIed away. Then cam Champ de MarsEagafn and again The German pilot turned now and began to back track. Near the Sacre Occur, the church on top of the Montmarte
  presently the batter of the machine gun working from the dome of the house of God reached our ears
 ssFunnys they can't get him." said the pretty little French woman, dalb- 9bing her straw in the grenadine.
 "Amored," said her companion in bored sort of way. Hes flying an armored aerop1ane."
 s<Why doesn't a French pilot go for himr asked the woman.
 ss6eArCh me" replied the man.
 The aenoplane disappeared, and the crowd on the terTace went right on with It's drinking.
 While writing the foregoing the sound Of gl1nfre reached me through the open window Looking out T saw every ore below me gazing up[About 4s000 feet over the Rue .Nontmartre. directly over my head, a s'Taubes was hIitheIy making it's daring way toward me EfHe1 Tower.
 From the roofs men were firing by Ahe doxeng- Sof0iers in the street b1azed away at the speck in the Sky, tbut through glasses I could see that 4he machine was armored one ana that the bullets were doing no harm.
 The people were not excited The~ rvere only curious Those who I've watched 8 crowd at an ordinary avia.- Efon meet can picture the Paris thrOnes mentally and perfectly as they vvatch a bomb throwing aviator from th9 enennyss lines sail over their heads.
 After cfrcling the great steel tower. trecetvang a baptism of fire from be- bow, the seTAube'' turned passed out over the Bourse. 4 number collected under the terrace roof there as a matter of precaution. One man ex- pressed the sentiments of all the oth- 1ers<
 'sGernaan bombs don't always ex- plodes he safd, but I'll bet one would | hIrt mans head if it fell on it,
 Eyer1ody laughed The German