Bisbee daily review., 1919-08-24
PARIS WENT WILD OVER WILSON,
 HUGGED AND KISSED DOUGHBOYS
 IN STS.;; OLD GLORY EVERYWHERE
This rule was made by the proprieto man with a heart
 Thousands of Girls.

This rule was made by the proprietor man with a heart.
 Thousands of Girls.
 In Paris the girls, and there are thousands of them on every street, have style all their own, lots of style and camouflage, but no shyness or complexion. They are all implor- ing, young, deserving widows O. else dutiful, protecting sisters. They all agree to show you the sights of Paris or any other sights your lit tie heart desires for the sum of ten francs or less and then they grab you by the arm and start off just as though it was all settled.
 Before my first trip to Paris we were all directed to be sure and salute all French officers just the same as our own officers as a mat ter of courtesy, so when I arrived in Paris I noticed a private on the street salute some one behind me. I turned around and saw an imposing looking man in uniform. If there was any doubt in my mind about him being French officer it was dispell- ed by the sight of a gleaming scab bard which dangled from his hip. I noticed that he was smiling at the priYate's calute and on inquiry I found that he was just policeman.
 Wilson Arrives With Arizonans.
 Probably the next most prominent day in Paris was the 14th of Decem- Der when President Wilson arrived. The 158th infantry, the old First Arizona infantry was the guard of honor.
 From the moment the crowd saw President Wilson coming out of the Pois de Boulogne station there was no doubt but that it was the people of Paris who welcomed the presi- dent. "Vive la Wilson" contrasted strongly against the occasional Thur rah" of the American and epitomiz- ed the spirit that stirred the throng.
 It wasn't from groups but from the emotion-swept individual, the scared veteran, the bare-kneed boy, the wo- man in black and the soldier that the heart was stirred by the cries of Welcome" All down the wide streets of the Champ Elysees as the simple line of light carriages logged slowly along past hundreds of cap tured German guns showing over the heads of battalion after battalion of French poilus, who had captured them, 1t was the same way.
 From the American standpoint it was not noisy celebration, rather it was the waving of endless hand kerchiefs and hats. The rain of the previous few weeks had given way to a. daU nf xxyhif OI clouds that for a moment hid an airplane which a moment later show ed clearly on it's wings the emblem of the American service.
 5000, ,o0o People Greet President.
 It was a holiday all over that part of France and there were at least five million people in Paris lining the streets all over the city.
 When the presidential party arriv- ed at 10 o'clock that day the cele- bration started outside the station, a French band sounded the Marseis laise; moments silence and then from inside the station the first strains of the Star Spangled Banner. A gun boomed-the first of thirty five at half minute intervals-from the parapet formerly part of the olG Notifications of Paris. Along the boulevards and all the open spaces there was q solid mass of people. Along the edge of the crowds ex-soldier peddlers wearing war decorations were selling novelties of the day.
 The crowd was smiling constantly and all were happy but at times there seemed to be an air of wonder ment when the eight carriages had passed and nothing more followed, but it gave the Parisian what he wanted-a chance to fall in and fci-