New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-05-19
a READY the Champagne
a Corks Were Popping

In the first cave the sports of the hotel
were already uncorking champagne; in the
second a Spanish scene, a card table with
one Pickering candle, a lady in black even
ing dress and three swarthy masculine
faces; in the fourth, the towards, maids
and Wallets of every nationality, gloomily
whispering; in the last, brightly lighted
With electricity, the beau monde, trying to
look as if it were their custom to spend
the night entombed in seven-foot vault
lined with dusty bottles of old wine
Mr.. Blank, of the American Red Cross,
protected by Mrs. Blank, had all his valua-
bic papers under his Louis XIV chair and
was making notes for his stenographcr.
The other males, though British officers.
were less Olympian; in the tilt of their
expressionless heads against the unyield-
Ing stone walls one OWNED a secret griev-
ance; wives had decreed this ignomny.
Moreover, the red-haired refugee from Ru-
mania, with her Bowery accent, her three
year-old boy and her sixteen-year-old
French nurse, took up a great deal OF
room. So did Mrs. de Peyster's Russian
wolfhound. His mistress, with her pearls
about her neck and her diamonds in her
wrlstbag, summoned M. lie Directeur to de-
mand a carpet for the next occasion-the
earth floor was unsuited to pets as we'll as
green sweater, also found it impossible to
make her Chow comfortable. He had to
yield his gilt chair to Miss Ames, who had
slipped fur coat over gorgeous dress
ing gown that belied her uniform hat; she
had come from her canteen at the front
where they were bombed every night, for
quiet night in Paris. The prettiest of last
seasons debutantes put up with a pathetic
little stool
Boom m m m, MI
"0h, do you suppose that was the Grand
Palas? | wish we could hear more. don't
you? The only thing that l don't like
about this cellar is that it mufhes every
thing"
"couchez, Chow! Couchez tout fat!
sirs. de Peyster, do you mind keeping your
dog the other side? Tout fait, Chow.
am little nervous-not about bombs.
iais Is such a small room for fight. l
uont mean on your lap. We do love to
treat them like children, don't we?"
How discouraging had heard to-day
from somebody who really knows that
h'ngs were better in Washington. Oh, no,
my dear it was major who told me.
vel, anyhow, Baker is in this raid hope
ne heard that one :"
"hst does that waiter want, shopping
around"
Ihey have sent him to see that we don't
.ake any wine. Ten bottles disappeared
last time"
John, John! Did you see where my hus-
band went?"
Yes, they say it was a German general
q British uniform who ordered them back
waiter, please go up and get me glass
want some mineral water-and while
sou are there just ask the concierge whether
! was the Grand Palais or the Chambre
1ss Deputies. You don't think
suent to ask him to go up? But you know
= well as l do that man is German spy
III any of his old bombs drop in our
\. sour hours Of this by the clock. How
8 inherent is the quality Of our heroism
g 2. what our American families imagine!
Easter Sunday. think back with diff
& ~ i e the time when caye-dwelling was
& when shells were unknown; yet il
sssap'iy Ten days that Paris has been q