Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-12-04

e 1t were not for cab drivers ones
first weeks In Paris would be
| robbed of linguistic comfort.
These men-the drivers of taxis.
all young and with eyes sharp and
excited, and the drivers of carriages.
all old and with eyes dull and heavy
are trained to catch a direction on the
wing, and never ask to have 1t re-
| peated.
The wan consciousness of talking
| French badly Is not always the por-
| ton of those who talk It worst. A
certain self-assured type of American
women employs 1t with confidence
unaffected by originality and pecan
! cy of accent. American men and
sweet mothers of ambitious daughters
"a domestic combination with which
Paris Is filled-are least prone to make
use of French; yet when they do. 1t
is Invariably with a charming II lin
tied perfection.
Fortunately out-of-door Paris speaks
a language that is beyond the tongues
of man. that voices itself In effable
civic beauty. In long vistas, In gener-
Gus skies, in wide avenues that lead
into fountain-spraying squares, which
widen like the transept Of cathedrals,
and through which course in and out,
round and round. like fine skaters, the
autos and the peoples Of the world
To see the Arch of Triumph from the
Carousel, the softening sun still high
over the low built city and pale
| A.
long avenue across the thin mists of
evening that fall like a protecting
veil Is to feel troubled, unreachab BILE
presence; the sense of beauty. a
sense that was given us unfinished. ar
rested in the making, and viii h fades
unattained into mystery.
Strange White Beauty.
The green of Paris grass and the
blue of Italian skies surely are the
most vivid colors in the world. and
from this green of grass. and from
beds of flowers, Paris builds itself in
vivid white.
The newest building glazing in
cleanliness. and the oldest grown gray
and darkened. invariably conform to
this colorlessness in this most colorful
of cities. Building material hulked
on the river shore like the backs Of
waiting elephants. is all white white
stones are wheeled through the
streets. white bags Of mortar ~ the
weighted boats, while sand lies piled
on the white entertainments, and along
the white streets. anonymo ! and
similar and blanched, stables and
stores and dwellings wall themselves
against the sidewalks. Adding the
note of artistry that unconsciously
prevails everywhere, workmen in
these new white buildings wear long,
white coats. white shoes. and form
groups of whfte-clad figures at little
sidewalk inns.
Paris Is handmade. Every embroid
cred linen flower and every stone OF
every wall has the look OF minute
and detailed attention. There is nc
big machinery. The small steam der
ricks that unload the deep sunken
barges hoist but one barrel at time
And results grow huge under this in
dividual toll.
In Walt Whitman's Leaves OF
Grass" he sings praise to the strong
curb OF city streets. Did he know
Paris, too, and the high, white walls
OF It's river banks the masonry of lone
flights Of stairs descending to the
shore, the profusion of stone bridges
many arched, everywhere masonry
and uninterrupted securing curbs?
How prodigal Paris is of architec
tural decoration, of unending elabora
ton. It is its soul. the expression o.
its ardent quest for variety It's nm
willingness to continue uninterrupted
line or a curve. They place bronze
horses that rival the gold of the sur
on their bridges. they fill their gar
dens with white marbles. they cover
their walls with chiseled garlands
they add beauty to beauty and By
come magic never arrive at making
beauty overdops.
There is a spell in standing on tn,
Bridge of Alma toward the close Of
day when the sky IL blue and deco
rated In great banks of white clouds
and the Eiffel Tower rising from its
nest of trees bores into the heavens
and up into regions further OF thar
anything made on solid earth.