Evening star., 1923-06-10
I'LL of Paris Applauds Jazz
Feature of Guys Night Life
Colored Entertainers From, america Giue
'SWhis Bang and 'sMachine Gun" STAG
cato IL, Way to Delight the PoiIu.

manded and received 80 and even rs
francs a day. French wages moved
up very slowly, the managers being
both obstinate and war-poor But
now French, as well as colored per-
formers, get much better wages than
of old. Some French cabaret musi-
clans get almost as much as the jazz
ers. . Indeed. some even own little
farms In the country, and that is
the equivalent to top hole to any
Frenchman.
The musicians union and the music
hall managers We're not the only
Parisiaps with whom Mitchell had 10
dispute for success Anywhere in
ting their money get into any pocket
but their own. In Paris 1t seems a
scandal that II should do so. Still
Mitchell got all the engagements he
could possibly fill at 1000 francs a
day, and more jazz bands arrived to
draw good crowds.
The Partisan managers have finally
ceased to struggle. To them jazz Is
just another horrid aftermath of war,
like bolshevism and German evasion
OF reparations-somet to shrug
the shoulders over and to endure.
Popular With the ColoniaIs.
With the French colonial negroes
the Americans have from the first
been popular. II only as curiosties.
The Frenchman likes and respects his
black co1onials. but he knows that
some Americans consider their COL
ored population socially inferior.
With characteristic logic. the French
man argues that American colored
men must be inferior to the African,
which, of course, is far from being
the case. This the colonials them
selves know, and they like their
ity. although why blacks should have
less opportunity there than whites
they cannot understand. They dis
cuss 1T endlessly with the imported
Jazz band players.
They also discuss oddities of shades
and variation of color and of feature
among the Americans. Mitchell, who
after six years residence with his
family in Paris, is now the leader of
the whole American colored colony,
friend and patron of new arrivals,
and nabob in the eyes OF the French
Mitchell Is a mulatto. with wavy
rather than woolly hair, and fine,
straight features.
"Pourquoi?" asks the colonial
"pourquor being the French way of
saying "how conner Mitchell ex-
York, and that his grandmother. still
living, at the age of 9S, is almost the
last survivor OF a Long Island tribe
of Indians. Mitchell. then. is not a
negro puI d salvage. MORE wonder
that he has grown SO rich and great!
Mitchell has not grown rich. but he
IS pretty we'll on the way. Less than
year ago he gave up playing and
Leading jazz to open a csfe at 81 Rue
Pigalle.. Ask anybody in the neigh
But certainly M'sieur. Par lei tout
oroit pour lie cafe des negres.
Don't go there too early-too early
in the evening. that is. to say.
Mltchells place nominally opens at
1880 pm, but things do not really
start there until around 2 o'clock in
the morning. From 2 until or 10
am. the place is crowded. and cham
ragne flows like beer at Carlsbad.
Serve Real Chicken Dinner.
The Russian patrons mix vodka
with their champagne, the vodk a
coming first. and the barkeeper can
MIX any kind of a cocktail Put
champagne is the real win du pays in
Montmsrtre, and if yen cannot af-
ford 1t at anywhere from fifty to a
hundred francs a bottle do not go to
Montmartre. The starving Russians
afford 1t and smash the glass on the
floor after each drink.
All the other habitues afford It and
pay handsomely besides for the gem
utne old southern cooking which is
the feature OF Mitchell's. You can get
real chicken Maryland, real buck
wheat cakes. real baked ham, real
American bacon and eggs and real
coffee at Mitchell's. and it Is increas-
ingly the fashion to wind up a Mont
martre night with a breakfast there
Of these de1ectables
Guests get as souvenir a negro
doll cook with cap and apron, broad
grin and saucepan. Mitchell's place is
too small for jazz band. but he has
an orchestra OF a piano and two sax
ophones. Likewise. he has woman
singers, one a beautiful African-Ene-
lish girl.
So strolling through Montmartre
this summer, IL you smell fried chick
en- and hear a rich throaty voice
trolling out
got shoes, you got shoes,
All Gods chi1dren's got shoes
To walk all over Gods hebben
that's Mitchell's Can you imagine II
in Montmatre?