Putnam patriot., 1929-04-04
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Back in our hotel We rack our brains for plans So long has the too famous night life of Paris been almost an unknown quantity in our visits that we have lost knowledge of its geography.
 At eight, however, we meet. Musief No music, says Madame, fresh from New York and a winter of the best music in the world. Theatre. no, unless a half-hour at good revue. At any rate. dinner first Madame has heard of Cir0's but here she hits snag. To CirO's we will not go. Like the Ritz Bar of equal American fame. 1t is one of the points m Paris on our banned list. We prefer, II we dine in Paris Co dine well and quietly and not amid the pretentious- ness of our fellow w-cOuntrymen on parade. For our own part We would prefer tiny little place, typicaily French and unknown to foreigners. But Madame must see as we'll as dine 70 We compromise and visit 'ehez phillipe." where the world Is sutil- cientlv slightly. the food delicious and the PommeIy 1915 IS above reproaeh.
 After coffee we ait for an hour m the smoky confines of the Casino de Paris and watch the very clever Jane Marnac and her fellow players in Parisian and fairly amusing revue. Then we visit the Place Pigalle, that Madame may see the tawdsy fac ade of the Over-emphas.zed and over advertised nocturnal activities of the French capital. IL is at this moment that we begin to wonder if we are go- fa t.~ q Ea s.fs NJ "A Iu uF9fs alert. Seven days of the sea and the rush of the afternoon have not fatigued her in the least.
 Madame must see the Left Bank, She has been reading in the Ameri- can papers and the books of Louis Heminway of the terrible goings-on over at the Dome, the Poupoule and the Select. great cafes in the Montparnasse district, We promise her that she IS going to be disappoint ed, but nevertheless, we en-eab again and rush across the city, through the Place de In Coneorde, now gleaming under a thousand lights.
 I If one sees anything of interest in great smoky brasseries, filled with thousand odds and ends of human ity, and thousands which give the inn- pression of no acquintance whatsoeye1 with even the word bathtub. then let him go and look on the spectacle of these three great cafes. Here, SC the correspondents tell us, are gath cred the remnants of those who once formed the really picturesque artistic gatherings of the Latin Quarter. Here, we are told. are all the radical writers and painters of the new in choate schools of expression. Hero. so one hears, is the rendezvous of stu- dent, sage and philosopher
 We entered first the Dome. The great room rocked with smoke and the fumes of beer and wine. Long haired men and short haired women sprawled about the hundreds of tables. Madame pulled her mink coat about her and left at once. In the Select. across the Avenue, we merely stood in the doorway. Madame would have nothing of it. As for the Poupoule. the newest and biggest I of them all Madame said: Ut re- minds me of kirmess in San Fran cisco gone drunken" so we dived into cab and into the night again.
 
 We entered Florida" at midnieht. As far as we could see, most of the gay crowd were buyers of clothing newly arrived from New York. They were having a high time of it, throw ing confetti here and there. pasting each other a sock in the eye from time to time with a cotton snow-ball, dancing about the brightly lightei glass floor Co the tunes of superb orchestra We waited to hear Spaniard sing few mournful but rythmical songs and then Madame propelled us toward the door again. There must be something better than that and we must find it.
 So we went to ''Scherezade," and, Heaven be praised, Madame was satis- fled. h was Russian and Madame liked Russians. She liked the strange, little curving room with harbaric draperies. She fell. with quite tumble, foi the gigantic red-coated young Russian walters and she didn't in the least mind when the band played Little Gray Home in the West" and Ramona" She liked the caviar and she liked the wine. She insisted upon dancing in space of ten square feet where forty or fifty others were trying to dance. She liked it--and we did. too.-when a re- puted princess of the Muscovites, earned her daily living by playing the harp superbly and We both liked the Russian songs that charming girl sang in an unspoiled voice ot great sweetness. "Seherezade" was quiet and calm blessing Go a hectic day Madame sank into silence and calm. Perhaps it was preparation fo' hotel and slumber.
 But, no. we were in for a night of it. regardless of sleep or cost. Ma dame must have more and so we go to the Grand Ecart, a hidcous little restaurant of which Madame has heard in New York. Here we see many friends In that determined way that nothing k gay and success ' ful unless tt is small, hot and smoky" the Grand Ecart goes very far. The tables are iammed together There is no space whatever for dane- ing. yet everybody dances. The band is too biz for the room and the noise Is deafenine, But the place is the mode. so what would you? Madame is delighted. Thoroughly aroused she has forgotten the clock. We must go on.
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