The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-05

heart of the Latin Quarter 1t is a
dfngy building with a faded striped
awning which shades the tables out
side and with low -ceilinged rooms and
sawdust floors within. The small
round tables are placed so close that
Madame Jouyen and her three daugh-
ters who serve you can hardly squeeze
through.
Although it was only half past six,
every table on the terrace was taken.
oh, how quaint. Look, the walls are
all covered with sketches exclaimed
Helen as one of Madame Jouven's
enough grumbled. But I'm mighty
skeptical about these places where
they serve dinner for only two francs
That's too cheap. Something's wrong
something's wrong somewhere"
But Marion said all the art stu
dents came here-it must be all right.
And everything looks clean"
We'll. art students may thrive or
horse meat, but / don't want any of it
for mine Remember those shops with
the gilded horses head? TIL wager
these quaint little restaurants are
their prize customers
Don't dear, don't spoil our din
ner." pleaded Helen. glancing around
W
find her there any night.
Warren had come most reluctantly.
He had been very unresponsive to
Helen's enthusiastic account OF the
meeting with her old school friend
Shed be a blamed sight better off
at home than living alone here in the
Quarter" was the verdict when Helen
told him Of Marion's studio and her
independence.
Marion Arrives.
Warren was never in sympathy with
Careers for women. He thought
their place was in the home and never
lost an opportunity of saying so.
"Oh, there's Marion now eagerly,
as tall girl in a sailor hat. white
shirtwaist and blue serge skirt came
| beaming toward them.
| Helen tried to make her cordially
cover Warren's lack of ii. He had
known Marion only slightly in the old
school days. and now he was I'M
| doubtedly prejudiced against her work
i and her Bohemian life. Possibly
Heien's admiration and enthusiasm
f! had increased this prejudice.
But Marion was too genuinely fond
| of Helen and too delighted to be with
her to notice Warren's aloofness.
| One of Madame Jouven's daughters
now brought them each a plate on
which was a sardine, two olives, one
slice of tomato and two tiny radishes.
i In two-franc dinner the food must
| be served in very exact portions. She
also brought three pint bottle of claret
| with a dash of red wax over each
| cork
| so we get a bottle of sealed wine
with our two-franc dinner?'
I But it's very good wine,' declared
Marion, resenting Warren's sarcasm.
This is the best two-franc dinner in
| Paris. Every student in the Quarter
swears by Madame Jouven. Look at
the testimonials of our gratitude
nodding to the pencilled sketches
which covered the walls.
"Oh. 1 was going to ask you about
| those.' interrupted Helen.
Read that one back of you-the
verses are in English
Helen turned to a clever sketch of
a French ballet girl pirouetting on one
toe. The verse underneath she read
aloud:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Here's to keep you as you are.
Twinkle now for you'll grow fat,
And stars don't twinkle after that"
Even Warren grinned an apprecia-
tive. That's not bad
Some of the best ones are on the
other side" said Marion.
Every inch of the opposite wall was
caricatures- Some of the verses were