Weekly Nome industrial worker., 1919-06-07

There are two Parises. One is on the BouleTards tonight, delriousiy celebrating peace. The other I saw yesterday; it was celebrating, too celebrating the German Republic. chanting the Internationale, crying ''Vive Ia revolution,' until the police Cuffed the crowd back into the dark little by-streets of the work ngmen's quarter. Tonight Paris is madly hap py. She is celebrating peace-not victory as the newspaper men would tell you, but peace the Great Release. Sons and brothers may still be mob ilized. but they are not being killed The newspaper editorials and other more or less irresponsible forces are aleady planning c:usades against the Bolsheyiks, but these festive crowds have other and more pressing things to think about.
 1 was in Paris when the war broke out, four years ago. It was the same mad crowd And they were celebrat- ing the same thing then-release from peace Peace had meant misery and monotony and stupid and cramp- ed existence, and they cried "Vive la Guerre," and believed that war would bring them adventure and romance. Tonight. with the same thoughtless optimism, they are celebrating re- lease from war, and crying, "Viye la Paix." There is the same furious hustle, the same wild cheering, the same disocganized parading, there are the same snatches of the same old songs, even new crop of the same half drunk boys orating from the same cafe tables.
 The Place de la Concorde was one mass of waving flags and wriggling arms and legs this afternoon. Huge trucks piled high with soldiers and girls nosed their honking way inch by inch thru the mobs. Swarms of ssliisiil bOyo emu Sll SNdA iICu ONCI the captured cannon. Some of the more adventurous tugged at the smaller field-pieces until they budged and were hauled off in triumph. In one corner trumhpter footed while impromptu couples jggled about in an imprOWsed dancing circle. Hat less American doughboys snake NlaIced thru the crowds to that grand old national anthem, Hail, hail, the gangs all here" while puzzled Frahehmen looked on and applauded. a Jnbilant, gray bearded American Ry Cross officer perilously perched of hec ornice of the Red Cross head qua44 CTS waved French and Amer- oan flags over the heads of the crowds uath precarious feryor. On the BOul- evards, in the Rue de Rivoli, all thru the newer business part of Paris cheering, bustling crowds; and the roar of their cheering, Just one group of people stood unmoved and sileat-the line waiting their turn z otFora the office of permits for the liberated regions. A big sign over vthe door read, "(Return to) Lille and Eoubaix still forbidden" That was one Paris. But l noticed that it was the Americans who were twisting Ta;Elars and bowling like schoolboys son election night or after a football game; that more than half the French people on the boulevards ASare quietly parading and watching the foreigners celebrate. And mo- ticed that the workingmen's quart CTS were modestly behagged, but dark and slent-as in August, 1914.
 Tn Trade Union Hall, at the end of an alley in the dirty workingmen's quarter where everyone of Frances four revolutions had it's birth. there had been a Socialist and labor meet ing on Sunday afternoon, November 10. It was open only to those who