Arizona republican., 1918-08-27

with Red Cross flags on them, the intuition plants pouring out their streams of women workers in their jumpers and overalls.
 The girl porters came through and turned on the lights in the train. No lights outside told us that we were hurrying through a great city. Paris was dark. We went through the under ground where there was more light than there was above ground. The streets seemed like tunnels and the tunnels like streets. We came into the dingy station and score of women porters and red capped girls came for our baggage. They ran the trucks, they moved the express: they took care Of the mail and through them we edged up the stairway into the half lighted station and looked out into the night-black. lampless engulfing-and Fit was Parisi
 It was o'clock as we stood on the threshold of the station peering into | the murk. Not taxi was in the stand waiting; but from afar we could hear great honking of auto-horns. that sounded like the night calls of mon- ster birds fitting over the city. The air was vibrant with these wild calls. We were an hour waiting there in the gloom for a conveyance. But when we left the wide square about the station and came into the streets of Paris, we understood why the auto horns were believing so. For the automobiles were running lickety-sp through the darkness without lights and the howls or their horns pierced the night. The few street lights turning a low candle power at the intersections of the great boulevards were hooded and cast but a pale glow on the pavements. And as we rode from our station and passed the Tuileries and the Rue de Rivoli save for the dim outline of the iron railings of the Gardens ten feet from our cab window. We had TO sign to mark our way. Yet our cab Whizzcd along at a twenty-f five mile gait, and every few seconds great plating devil would honk out of the darkness and whirl past us. and sometimes we would be abreast of another and the f.endish horns Of us would go scream iIg in chorus as we raced and passed and repasscd one another on the broot | street. The Gin was nerve racking - but highly Parisian. One fancied that Paris, being denied its lights, made np its quota of sensation by multiplying it's sound.
 A Background of Nobility
 We went to the Ritz-now smile the others did. Not that the Ritz is an inferior hotel. We went there be- cause it was really the grandee among Paris hotels. Yet every day we were in Paris when we told people we were at the Ritz. they smiled. The human mind doesn't seem to be able 10 asso- ciate Henry and me with the Rit5 without the sense of the eternal fitness of things going wapper- jawed ant catawampus. We are that kind oi men. Wichita and Emporia are writ. ten large and indelibly upon us; ant the Ritz. which is the rendezvous O the nobility, merely becomes a back. ground for our rusticity-the spotligh
 which reveals the everlasting jay il us. We went to the Ritz largely be
 cause it seemed to me that as lead
 ing American orator. Henry shoul,
 have proper European terminal facili
 ties. And the Ritz looked to me lik
 the proper setting for an internationa
 figure. There. it seemed to me, tn
 rich and the great would congregat
 10 invite him to dinners, and to me. a least. who had imagination. thcr !, seemed something rather splendid i