Arizona republican., 1918-08-28

cars, With garage to match; widowed mother, lamented father who made all kinds of money, so naturally some ol It was honest money: two brothers, T married sister: a love for Henry James, and Galsworthy; substantial familiarity with Ibsen, Hauptman, Eergsen, Wagner, Puccini, Brahms, Freud, Tschaikovsky, and Bernard Shaw; a wholehearted admiration for barrie, and record as organizer in the suffrage campaign which won in her state three years ago, plus habit Of buying gloves by the dozen and candy in five pound boxes. We could rot prove it, but we agreed that she probably bossed her mother and that tte brothers wives hated her and the sisters husband loved her to death, She was one of those socially assured persons in the Old Home Town who are never afraid of themselves out of it, She confessed that she had seen more or less of the Gilded Youth, be- fore he left for Nerdun, and in d pyro- 1 technic display of dimples, she ad- mitted that she had gone to the sta tiCn to bid the Young Doctor good bye. She had been assigned to a hos p:tal near the Nerdun sector, and was going out the following day. When we left her at the door of the Hotel You'll lcmont, We plunged back into the en- circling gloom of the French language with real regret.
 Frances Two Uniforms
 As We went further into the life about us. we felt that all the men were ir uniform and all the women in mourning. The French mourn beauti- fully. France today is the worlds l Ath all genuine, but all magnificently done. In the shop windows of the BouIevards and along the Avenue of the Opera are no bright colours-eXceptinS for mems uniforms. In the windows of the mil linery shops. purple is the gayest colour-purple and lavender and black prevail. On every street are blind windows of departed shops Some bear signs notifying customers that they are closed for the duration of the war; others simply stare blankly and pitt ously at passersby who know the story without words.
 Yet, if it is not a gay Paris it is any thing but sad Paris. Rather it is d busy Paris; a Paris that stays indoors and works. For an hour or two after twilight the crowds come out; Sun day also they throng the boulevards
 
 and there the bright dress uniforms or the men overcome the sombre gowns of the women and the scenes in Hobbies and foyers are not far from brilliant. Bands and orchestras play in the the aters. but the music lacks fire. It is beautiful music, carefully done, artis- tlcally executed, but the orchestraS are made up for the most part of men past tht military age. We hear La Tosca" one afternoon and in the orchestra sat twenty men with grey hair and the tenor vas fat. As the season grew old, we heard Louise" Carmen" "Aphro- dite.' Butterfly" Gin London), and Aida" Gin Milan), and always the musical accompaniment to the social | Vagares of these ladies who are no better than they should be. was music 1 from old heads and old hearts. The "other lips and other hearts whose tales of love should have been told | ardently through Siddle and clarinet are toying with the great harp of a thousand strings that plays the dance of death That is the music the young men are playing in Europe today. But | in Paris busy. drab, abSent-minded Paris the music that should be made from the soul of youth, crying into reeds and strings and brass is an echo, ar echo altogether lovely but passion less,
 Preparing for the Front
 Finally our season of waiting ended. We came home to the Ritz at midnight from a dinner with Major Murphy. where we had been notified that we were to start for the front the next morning. We told him that the new uniforms were not yet ready and con- fessed to him that we had the cheap uniforms: he looked resigned. He had been entertaining a regular calli- thumpian parade of Red Cross com nissioners from America, and he probably felt that he had seen the worst and that this was just another cross. But when we reached our rooms that midnight. Henry lifted his voice, not in pleading. but in command. For We were to start at seven the next morning, and it was orders. So each went to his bedroom and began un- wrapping his bundles. In ten minutes Henry appeared caparisoned like a chocolate divinity, With me there was loCble. Someone had blundered.
 Where the Pinch Came
 The shirt went on easily; the tunic went on costly, but the trousers
 
 on me. Even a shoe spoon and foots- ease wouldn't get them to rise to their necessary height. Inspection proved that they were 36; now 36 doesn't do me much good as waist line, There , is a net deficit of eight tragic inches , and eight inches short in one waist hand is catastrophe. Yet there we were. It was half past twelve. In six , hours more we must be on our way tu the front-to the great adventure Uni forms were imperative. And there was {; the hiatus, Whereupon Henry rose He rang for the rGiet; no response. He rang for the tailor he was in bed He rang for the waiter; he was off duty There was just one name left on the call card; so Henry hustled me into an overcoat and rang for the chamber maid, And she appeared as innocent N Vr11II1IuIUIIIIu l L\SMl