The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-09-16
EUROPEAN STRIFE
STRIPS ALL FOLLY
FROM DAILY LIFE
Persons Left in Beseiged
Paris Neglect Magazines,
Desert Cafes and Have No
Time to Play.

How war strips life of all but its es.
sential and how it brings home the
relative value Of things, is being dem
onstrated here in Paris today while
the Germans are hammering at our
very gates. Take one small instance
the kioska, which are the news stands
Of Paris. They are open, of course for
news is as necessary to the people
as their daily bread. Like food, the
news Is being served out in its sim.
plest and least fantastic form.
Small sheets convey the meagre
news Of the war that the war office
allows to be disseminated. For the
most part all other publications are
gone. The weeklies have entirely dis.
appeared. The comic weeklies have en-.
tirely disappeared. The comic week.
lies died out like December flies from
the first day of mobilization. 1t was
not only that there was no demand
for them, though that was true, but
they die mainly because their STATS
were composed mainly of young men
who were called to the front. A few
Of the serious illustrated weeklies sur
vive and they are in great demand.
Cut OF Papers.
For some deep reason of high policy
no doubt, the English papers have
been cut Off from Paris. That Is not
. strange within the last few days,
since the Germans have been so close.
but 1t was noticeable in the early days
Of the war while still there was traf-
; fic between Paris and London. In re-
venge one sees everywhere hieroglyph-
les strange to the eye Of Western Eu-
rope-Turkish and Russian lettering.
Roumania papers, too, are now sold in
the streets of Paris.
The cafes close at eight O'Clock.
Their place had to be taken by some
thing, for it was unthinkable that
Parisians, with all the excitement of
war, the prospect of siege and bonn
bardment, could 60 to bed with the cur
few. So the Champs Elysees have
come into their own and from ten to
midnight from Rond Point to the
Place de la Concorde. they are one
vast salon, where the people OF Paris
gather to gossip and discuss the war.
There is little laughter and the voices
seldom rise above a murmur. Soft
drinks are sold from push-carts which
have their stations along the curb.
Playground Neglected.
The Luxembourg Gardens remain, as
always, tue pldySTouHuS OI INC CHll-
dren. But in the five weeks since mob
ilization they have gone to rack and
ruin. The falling leaves cover the
paths, there being no gardeners be-
cause all the men have gone to war.
Everywhere Is dust and desolation.
A strange sight, typical of the times,
are the herds of sheep and cattle pas
tured in the Boise de Bologne, which
has returned to the pastoral age. Hun
dreds Of animals are quartered there
and on the race course at Long
champs. The grass plots have been
fenced off to afford grazing places for
the cattle which have been driven into
the city from the surrounding country
to be slaughtered for food if the siege
really comes.
The Montmartre of the artists and
the tourists is dead, or at least in a
state of suspended animation 1t new
er was a very integral or vital part of
Faris and 1t was the first to go. The
clearing house of cosmopolitan pleas
ure has closed it's doors and quenched
it's lights. There is sterner business on
hand