The sun., 1918-12-15

bed, ready to descend to the mornings ad-
ventures in Wartime Paris.
But | couldn't help bordering on the
genteness in the maids voice: "C'est SIX
heure ct demi, 'sieu!" What a musical
reveiIle. How much better than bugle!
Why couldn't the army inaugurate such
a system of waking you in the mornIngl
1t would cause the men to arise IN pleas
ant frame of mind, the day would begin
more cheerfully, and a mans matutlnal
temper affected the efficiency of his whole
days work; all, yes, sweetness IN the
morning is a fine and salutary thing, and
and
Before one could realize it the room
was afood with light. l jumped into my
clothes and hurried down stairs. Good
Lord! 1t was 1880. had fallen asleep
again.
And now there was only half an hour
left in which to get out of Paris. Damn
the maids sweet voice!
Half Hour in Paris.
rushed about. Out into the street.
toward a Metro station, with the fear OF
the NJ. P.'s upon me- Here / was dashlng
nladly through bOulevards that held, for
more leisured travellers, hundred and one
items for a masterful essay on Paris in
Wartime. Shopgirls tripping through the
Rue de la Paix in their black velvet hats,
thin silk stockings, short skirts and low
shoes with big black bowsS as broad as
sails. The roof where wOrkmen were re-
pairing the last damage Big Bertha did
and will ever do. Tempting shop win
dows land l couldn't stop to spend
cent? in the Avenue de P0pera, and Bren-
tano's with big display of new books
and Christmas calendars. Allied flags tiut-
tering everywhere, and the faces of the
passing crowds gay with the coming We
tory. A multitude in the Place de la
Concorde viewing the captured German
cannons, rusty and camOuhaged, and the
airplanes. Neptune fathering the mer-
maids in their dip in the fountain. The
statue of Lille strewn with flowers, and .
steady stream of Parisiens pouring up the
steps to subscribe to the new loan. The
sidewalk cafes with the chairs set out
for the day and the walters caressing the
table tops with their napkins. All this
and more-and all too late.
Directions to Visitors.
"What time is it, Jackf' A corporal
tried to check my headlong progress.
Twenty minutes TO getting arrested
l plunged on.
At the next corner two privates met ma
"Say, will you tell us something! We
got lost, and somehow We landed here in
Paris and
"They all do" Another plunge took
me past them.
Next a sergeant accosted me:
'How will | find the Provost Marshal's
headquarters in the Rue Saint Anne?'
"Rotten"
One more plunge and l had gained the
entrance to the underground railway.
came out again at the Care de Lyon, got
into the station just in time, and climbed
onto the train as II pulled ont.
Gasping, l took out of my pocket the
paper on which l had prepared to note
down: Paris in WGrtime. Not a note!
Sadly / turned TO the guide book as if it
were funeral sermon, and read:
"0ur main object is to save our visitors
time in every possible way and thus en-
able them to make the most of their stay
in Paris. We accompany them, day by
day and hour by hour, so as TO spare them
all trouble and inconvenience. A visit
to the capital should commence on a
Thursday so as to avoid the necessity Of
spending two successive Sundays in
Paris"
was spared this horrible necessity!
"CHICK."