Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-16
lenee Of The Star.

Iand). vast crowds lined the
Place de rOpera, kept clear by police
and military services.
While all waited for the royal cor
tege young man, pale, correctly
dressed, quiet -mannered and appar-
emily in a hurry on his own af-
fairs, passed TRANQUILITY, unchallenged,
through the police barrage into the
open place. And as he crossed the
empty reserved space. alone, all
eyes being on him, a cry went up,
first from fifty throats, then from a
hundred, then thousand:
lie roi (the king)"
It happened. The laughing multi
tudc entire, not knowing precisely
why, took up the shout:
'"The kingw
While the young man, bowling mod
estly. as If regretful to have raised
the rumpus, melted into the police
lines on the other side and disap-
peared
1t was the king-a king.
Yes, and great king, some 500
years ago, and king enough today,
still, for the Paris police not willing
ly to start things with him on a pub
lie occasion, and good-naturedly per-
NIT him such amazing privilege where
any other would be thrust back with
ignominy.
King Of the Camelots!
The Paris crowd Ia old. full of
vague memories, of sleeping habits
and traditions and subconscious i'm
pulses and responses. The Paris
street (unlike our new cities. built
from heterogeneous elements) has
never ceased to know itself continu-
ously-morning and night, morning
and night, yet always to-day" with
out break, as in your life and mine
since the king of the mountebanks
and street fakirs was invited to the
Louvre by Francis 1, and the two
sat down to dinner.
There is just one thing my people
will not stand for" said the Meg, in
conversation. -
"What?" inquired the King of
France.
THAT the kings lady should be
more beautiful than mine" replied
this same young man. who was, by
election or acclammation, at once the
Meg, the grand provost of the Sums
OF st. Julian the Poor and grand
master of the corporation of crooks
and tatterdemalions.
you'll meet this same young man
In Victor Hugo's "Notre Dame de
Paris" where chapter is devoted to
the initiation Of the poet Gringoire
by the Grand Coesre (Caesar). chief
of tho vagabonds and king Of the
beggars. That's he. too. Great and
Little Egypt were among his people.
Little Egypt acknowledges him to-
day-all fake soothsaying, and won
der how he stands with the real
gypsies? When she was fifteen he
made a runaway marriage with the
daughter Of Maximin, the Italian
gypsy king, 1.-THE most beautiful girl
IN Europe, and consequently more
beautiful than Nine. Loubet." wife Of
the then French president. 1 saw her
photograph taken recently at Tou-
louise.
Time brings alterations. The pick
pockets and strong-arms quit the
union in the year 1712 The beggars
fell out around 1882. The gypsies
frightened their lines and capital
brought outside powers to the stroll
Ing. show business. Yet the ancient
bonds are not SO dead as sleeping.
This young man (they say could still
break into the quinquennial conclave
OF the gypsies Of all Europe at the
Stes--Maries without dog-whip,
any day in Paris you can see the
beggars cling to him like pathetic
children. FORBID them not" says the
Meg.
So, when he strolled through the
barrage, perhaps two hundred in the
multitude cried instantly: 1.-THE king"
They were his mobiles. Those who
swelled the cry with their prompt
loyalty, on all sides-street boys,
fakirs, howlers, curb merchants, bar
row men (and women), ambulant mu-
sicians, all the mass Of disguised beg
gars with a trick or patter, half the
newsboys and grading vaguely to the
great unclassified Of street and mar
ket-were his subjects. While the re-
mainder of the Paris multitude, while
laughing and shouting and acclaim
Ing, sought their memories as indi-
viduals: II know that man. Who Is
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