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is a doubtful basis of history, it is at least certain that it was already a beverage as long ago as the Tang dynasty. To England the three beverages were introduced about the same time, the middle of the seventeenth century. London coffee-houses date from 1652. Five years later the Public Advertisement announced that “In Bishopsgate Street, in Queen’s Head Alley, at a Frenchman’s house, is an excellent West India drink, called chocolate, to be sold, where you may have it ready at any time, and also unmade at reasonable rates.” The world now consumes far more cocoa-beans than ever in the past. When the century began 100,000 tons sufficed for all mankind. By 1922, 400,000 were needed. THE RIGHT REV. JAMES FREEMAN In order to further plans for making the National Cathedral in America, the Right Rev. James Washington, the Bishop of Washington, will deliver a series of addresses in this country and in England. Bishop Freeman, with his family, arrived in France on board the Leviathan and will remain in Paris until Tuesday. On that day he will leave for Brussels, and will arrive in London in time to speak there on June 15. Known as an author through his “Everyday Religion” and other books, Bishop Freeman has for many years been an outstanding figure in the religious life of America. He was born in New York City fifty-eight years ago, was educated in the public schools of the city, and spent fifteen years in legal and accounting work for railroad companies. In 1894 he was made a deacon and in the following year a priest of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the national capital. Bishop Freeman was the founder of the Hollywood Inn, a club for workingmen in Yonkers, N.Y., which was followed by the founding of similar clubs in Minneapolis. MEMORIAL AT YPRES LONDON, Friday.—A war memorial to the 49th (West Riding) Division is to be unveiled at Essex Farm, near Ypres, on Saturday, June 22, by Major-General Sir E.M. Percival, who commanded the Division from June, 1915, until October, 1917. The ceremony will be attended
through his “Everyday Religion” and other books, Bishop Freeman has for many years been an outstanding figure in the religious life of America. He was born in New York City fifty-eight years ago, was educated in the public schools of the city, and spent fifteen years in legal and accounting work for railroad companies. In 1894 he was made a deacon and in the following year a priest of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the national capital. Bishop Freeman was the founder of the Hollywood Inn, a club for workingmen in Yonkers, N.Y., which was followed by the founding of similar clubs in Minneapolis. MEMORIAL AT YPRES LONDON, Friday.—A war memorial to the 49th (West Riding) Division is to be unveiled at Essex Farm, near Ypres, on Saturday, June 22, by Major-General Sir E.M. Percival, who commanded the Division from June, 1915, until October, 1917. The ceremony will be attended by a party of representatives of all ranks. TIMES” LETTER BOX For a short time and have seen many things that have puzzled me. Can you tell me: Whether the buildings that seem to be partly demolished across the Street from the left side of the Louvre are so as a result of German bombardment? Why all the bridges on the Seine are called the “Belle Jardinière?” Why do they call “French leave” English leave over here? Is it true that the real French people, except the lower classes, seldom eat what we call “French fried potatoes?” A. K. As the Editor of The Paris Times: — I should like very much to know why the boats that make the trips up the Seine do not run after nightfall. It seems to me that in the summer time there would be many people, who on a hot day, would be only too pleased to make a trip up the river after a hard day’s work. We are not all tourists here and a good many of us, are occupied during the day, earning a living and cannot take the afternoon off to enjoy the lovely country outside the city. In
a result of German bombardment? Why all the bridges on the Seine are called the “Belle Jardinière?” Why do they call “French leave” English leave over here? Is it true that the real French people, except the lower classes, seldom eat what we call “French fried potatoes?” A. K. As the Editor of The Paris Times: — I should like very much to know why the boats that make the trips up the Seine do not run after nightfall. It seems to me that in the summer time there would be many people, who on a hot day, would be only too pleased to make a trip up the river after a hard day’s work. We are not all tourists here and a good many of us, are occupied during the day, earning a living and cannot take the afternoon off to enjoy the lovely country outside the city. In other metropolitan cities blessed with a river, one can ride after dusk. But for some unknown reason one cannot in Paris. I should like to know why. M.A. LORD MAYOR’S PAY STOPPED Irish Free State Refuses Salary to Dublin Official. DUBLIN, Friday.—The Irish Free State has refused payment of the salary of £1,688 a year to the Lord Mayor of Dublin. This action follows on the assumption of control of the old Dublin Corporation by three commissioners on May 21, and is taken as evidence that the Government regards the The Book of the Day HAUNTED HOUSES, This is an English translation of the work of the great French astronomer and like the other books from his fertile pen is of great interest to the lay reader as well as the scientist. Evidences of psychic phenomena have been published in recent years in as great numbers as reports of the death of Lenin, and it is always possible that, as with the latter, one may some day prove substantiated. M. Flammarion, writing with the protestation of scientific detachment that is always the order in presenting pseudo-scientific material, thinks the really overwhelming list of examples he gives proves the existence of
salary of £1,688 a year to the Lord Mayor of Dublin. This action follows on the assumption of control of the old Dublin Corporation by three commissioners on May 21, and is taken as evidence that the Government regards the The Book of the Day HAUNTED HOUSES, This is an English translation of the work of the great French astronomer and like the other books from his fertile pen is of great interest to the lay reader as well as the scientist. Evidences of psychic phenomena have been published in recent years in as great numbers as reports of the death of Lenin, and it is always possible that, as with the latter, one may some day prove substantiated. M. Flammarion, writing with the protestation of scientific detachment that is always the order in presenting pseudo-scientific material, thinks the really overwhelming list of examples he gives proves the existence of spirit phenomena. The evidence he presents, however, is legally rather than scientifically conclusive, and must leave anyone who would avoid Bacon’s idol in the same position as he was before—without convictions in either direction. Entirely apart from the controversial point of view of the matter, however, the book is a very readable and fairly undogmatic document of human phenomena that perhaps derive their absorbing interest from the fact that we do not understand them. HAUNTED HOUSES, by Gamble Flammarion. (Fisher Unwin, London. 12s. 6d. net). How Paris Grows “The population of Paris is growing too rapidly for its territorial size.” This is the opinion of M. Jaussely, author of a plan of extension to which the Municipal Council has already lent an appreciative ear. M. Jaussely says, “Paris is becoming so crowded by the constant influx of people that it is slowly but surely strangling to death. It must expand. New York expands upward into skyscrapers. But here the city forbids the erection of buildings over a certain height. Since Paris cannot expand vertically, it must expand laterally. I look for a greater Paris that will reach all the way to the sea. Our city will become the greatest seaport
very readable and fairly undogmatic document of human phenomena that perhaps derive their absorbing interest from the fact that we do not understand them. HAUNTED HOUSES, by Gamble Flammarion. (Fisher Unwin, London. 12s. 6d. net). How Paris Grows “The population of Paris is growing too rapidly for its territorial size.” This is the opinion of M. Jaussely, author of a plan of extension to which the Municipal Council has already lent an appreciative ear. M. Jaussely says, “Paris is becoming so crowded by the constant influx of people that it is slowly but surely strangling to death. It must expand. New York expands upward into skyscrapers. But here the city forbids the erection of buildings over a certain height. Since Paris cannot expand vertically, it must expand laterally. I look for a greater Paris that will reach all the way to the sea. Our city will become the greatest seaport in the world. We shall enlarge many of the existing canals and construct others. We will cut up the city with numerous waterways and there will be ferry boats as another means of conveyance.” Of course, he goes on, “with the city in its new and enlarged shape there will be a lot of changing to do. When you consider that the University of Strasbourg has twenty acres of ground, while the Sorbonne has scarcely three, so that you will realize the need of this. We shall move the Sorbonne out to the country in the neighborhood of Sceaux, where everybody will have plenty of room.” SWISS ACCEPT OPIUM RULES. BERNE, Friday. — The first Chamber of the Council of States has adopted the opium convention as proposed by the League of Nations. The other day I saw my old friend the Philosopher trudging up the Boulevard, and, as I had not seen him for a long time, I hailed him and invited him to join me in a café. Great fellow, the Philosopher is, just chockful of wisdom and wise sayings. “Anything new, old friend,” I chanced to say, in the way of opening up the conversation, as the
be a lot of changing to do. When you consider that the University of Strasbourg has twenty acres of ground, while the Sorbonne has scarcely three, so that you will realize the need of this. We shall move the Sorbonne out to the country in the neighborhood of Sceaux, where everybody will have plenty of room.” SWISS ACCEPT OPIUM RULES. BERNE, Friday. — The first Chamber of the Council of States has adopted the opium convention as proposed by the League of Nations. The other day I saw my old friend the Philosopher trudging up the Boulevard, and, as I had not seen him for a long time, I hailed him and invited him to join me in a café. Great fellow, the Philosopher is, just chockful of wisdom and wise sayings. “Anything new, old friend,” I chanced to say, in the way of opening up the conversation, as the garçon hustled off to fill our command. “Not much,” he replied, as he gazed around, studying the diversified crowd, and particularly the women. “Still young enough to look them over?” I hinted. “Yes,” he replied, “I was watching the young folks, and, do you know, it occurs to me that a man never falls in love with the woman he studies, but with the woman who studies him. Now, over there is a girl who looks as if she thinks no man is good enough for her; such a woman may often be right, but she is more often left. And then there are lots of women here who look as if they really could not afford to take life as easily as they are doing. Probably they may deceive me and may be living on their incomes; if so, they must necessarily clover; if they are living on the incomes of others, they must be clever; if they are living on their debts, they must be both. Now there is a woman over there, that blonde; a light, frivolous, and feather-brained looking creature; frail looking, too; but then it doesn’t take much strength to shake an old town to
a man never falls in love with the woman he studies, but with the woman who studies him. Now, over there is a girl who looks as if she thinks no man is good enough for her; such a woman may often be right, but she is more often left. And then there are lots of women here who look as if they really could not afford to take life as easily as they are doing. Probably they may deceive me and may be living on their incomes; if so, they must necessarily clover; if they are living on the incomes of others, they must be clever; if they are living on their debts, they must be both. Now there is a woman over there, that blonde; a light, frivolous, and feather-brained looking creature; frail looking, too; but then it doesn’t take much strength to shake an old town to its foundations—a very light woman has often done it. They are happy, though, all of them, or seem to be, and each one seems to be thinking of her man in a different way, and when a woman thinks a man is different in quite a different way, there is some hope for him. “So long,” he said, as I paid the garçon. “See you soon, I hope,” he added, as a parting shot, with his quizzical smile. Nature is a funny proposition after all—I mean nature insofar as the make-up of a human being is concerned. Some persons have that gentle, congenial trait, a real asset in making the ways of life bright and happy; others are stern and secluded; others warm up to a subject in a moment, while still others are as callous and as hard as flint. These thoughts went through my mind as I watched a talkative fellow trying to edge his way into conversation with an austere individual yesterday while I was sipping my demi-tasse at my favorite café. Our talkative friend started two or three conversations, all to no avail—he was rebuffed at every turn, while his object of pursuit gazed stolidly into
some hope for him. “So long,” he said, as I paid the garçon. “See you soon, I hope,” he added, as a parting shot, with his quizzical smile. Nature is a funny proposition after all—I mean nature insofar as the make-up of a human being is concerned. Some persons have that gentle, congenial trait, a real asset in making the ways of life bright and happy; others are stern and secluded; others warm up to a subject in a moment, while still others are as callous and as hard as flint. These thoughts went through my mind as I watched a talkative fellow trying to edge his way into conversation with an austere individual yesterday while I was sipping my demi-tasse at my favorite café. Our talkative friend started two or three conversations, all to no avail—he was rebuffed at every turn, while his object of pursuit gazed stolidly into open space. Mr. Talker scratched his head quizzically for a moment, wondering where next to make the attack, then, looking toward the flower stand on the sidewalk, where the bouquetière was busily arranging some flowers around a bouquet, he ventured to ask, cheerfully, “Those flowers are a beautiful green, aren’t they?” “Yes,” answered Mr. Austere, “such a change from the red and blue flowers we have been having recently.” Mr. Talker pulled a fresh cigar from his pocket, lit it, paid his bill and tipping the garçon walked off. I wonder if the austere gentleman tipped the garçon? I did not wait to see, but I bet my last son that he did not. To Tony Maroni I asked him one day, when he was seated in my barber chair, “What for you make move your feet this way, when I am making shampoo and enter your hair?” “What for you make wriggle your feet, just the same as if someone were teasing your underpants, and like you go dance—eh, what is that, I think that is the same as if the jazz band were going.” But Tony Maroni did not answer, so I looked and saw that he was
they?” “Yes,” answered Mr. Austere, “such a change from the red and blue flowers we have been having recently.” Mr. Talker pulled a fresh cigar from his pocket, lit it, paid his bill and tipping the garçon walked off. I wonder if the austere gentleman tipped the garçon? I did not wait to see, but I bet my last son that he did not. To Tony Maroni I asked him one day, when he was seated in my barber chair, “What for you make move your feet this way, when I am making shampoo and enter your hair?” “What for you make wriggle your feet, just the same as if someone were teasing your underpants, and like you go dance—eh, what is that, I think that is the same as if the jazz band were going.” But Tony Maroni did not answer, so I looked and saw that he was fast asleep. Once more I asked him, then I gave him one shake—I do not like him for making wriggle his feet. And then Tony told me, “just one thing came to me: To me for making shampoo and cut his hair, and Angelo making this tune and that hum on mandolin, when he is seated in the chair, that makes him go sleepy, and then he dreams. He goes for the dance, then he no longer cares for what I do, for he makes wriggle his feet and that seems to him like going to make the step what you call fox trot. Alright! I tell Tony Maroni, “If you make place for the dance out there in my barber chair, I'll cost you the price, it's double then two.” When I am making shampoo and cutting your hair,” James G. Cox. BOOKS. Greatest Biographical Success of the Century: Sarah Bernhardt as She Knew Herself (London, Hurst & Blackett, One Guinea) The Red Sarah Bernhardt. Whom Her Audiences Forever New (New York, Boni & Liveright, $3.50) BASIL WOON's Amazing Portrait of a Vivid Personality Based on the Souvenirs of Mme. Pierre Berton. “Basil Woon has created a figure fit
on mandolin, when he is seated in the chair, that makes him go sleepy, and then he dreams. He goes for the dance, then he no longer cares for what I do, for he makes wriggle his feet and that seems to him like going to make the step what you call fox trot. Alright! I tell Tony Maroni, “If you make place for the dance out there in my barber chair, I'll cost you the price, it's double then two.” When I am making shampoo and cutting your hair,” James G. Cox. BOOKS. Greatest Biographical Success of the Century: Sarah Bernhardt as She Knew Herself (London, Hurst & Blackett, One Guinea) The Red Sarah Bernhardt. Whom Her Audiences Forever New (New York, Boni & Liveright, $3.50) BASIL WOON's Amazing Portrait of a Vivid Personality Based on the Souvenirs of Mme. Pierre Berton. “Basil Woon has created a figure fit to stand, if not beside, at least in the shadow of Boswell’s Johnson.”— Sunday Times. “Abounds in humorous anecdote and gossip.”—Sporting Times. “Contains a mass of new information.”—The Times. “Throws an altogether new light on the life of Bernhardt.”—Newcastle Chronicle. “This sometimes alarmingly frank book... is very vivid, and particularly the portrait of the central figure.”—V. P. O’Connor. “The liveliest and most readable biography published recently.”—Daily Chronicle. “Never a dull moment in this wild, fantastic story right up to the end.” —Daily News. IN AMERICA THE BOOK HAS THE LARGEST SALE OF ANY BIOGRAPHY PUBLISHED SINCE 1914. On sale at Brentano’s, at Smith’s and at all bookstores on the Continent. THE PARIS TIMES, FRIDAY, JUNE 6, 1924. IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK Pace Of Life On Wall Street Increasing Too Fast, Brokers Messenger Will Be In Reformatory. Paris Times, Bureau. 1819 Broadway, New York. The pace of life in New York is getting pretty swift these days—for some people. Take the case of young James Park, who was hired as a messenger by Mabon and Company, brokers at Wall Street on a Monday. He vanished from downtown Manhattan, fleeing swiftly toward the free open spaces of the West on Tuesday,
the portrait of the central figure.”—V. P. O’Connor. “The liveliest and most readable biography published recently.”—Daily Chronicle. “Never a dull moment in this wild, fantastic story right up to the end.” —Daily News. IN AMERICA THE BOOK HAS THE LARGEST SALE OF ANY BIOGRAPHY PUBLISHED SINCE 1914. On sale at Brentano’s, at Smith’s and at all bookstores on the Continent. THE PARIS TIMES, FRIDAY, JUNE 6, 1924. IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK Pace Of Life On Wall Street Increasing Too Fast, Brokers Messenger Will Be In Reformatory. Paris Times, Bureau. 1819 Broadway, New York. The pace of life in New York is getting pretty swift these days—for some people. Take the case of young James Park, who was hired as a messenger by Mabon and Company, brokers at Wall Street on a Monday. He vanished from downtown Manhattan, fleeing swiftly toward the free open spaces of the West on Tuesday, carrying with him $10,000 of negotiable securities. On Wednesday he was caught by detectives out in those wilderness “bad-lands” of which true New Yorkers know little, way beyond Rochester. He was brought back to New York on Thursday. On Friday he confessed his guilt before a magistrate and was due to go to a reformatory on Saturday. The pace won’t be so fast in the reformatory. After living unhappily together for twenty-three years “out of a sense of duty toward their son,” they said, Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Abercrombie have appeared before a judge and obtained a legal separation. The son, they told the judge, is now grown and has a wife of his own. Their responsibility towards providing him with a proper home life is over. They never liked their home and now both are thankful it is ended. The judge declared he believed they had suffered sufficiently, and praised their sense of family duty in awarding them the separation they asked. Information for the tired business man is contained in the following bit of news from one of New York’s favorite fishing spots, the Sodom dam, above Brewster, N.Y. Dr. J. J. Brogan, fishing at Sodom dam
to go to a reformatory on Saturday. The pace won’t be so fast in the reformatory. After living unhappily together for twenty-three years “out of a sense of duty toward their son,” they said, Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Abercrombie have appeared before a judge and obtained a legal separation. The son, they told the judge, is now grown and has a wife of his own. Their responsibility towards providing him with a proper home life is over. They never liked their home and now both are thankful it is ended. The judge declared he believed they had suffered sufficiently, and praised their sense of family duty in awarding them the separation they asked. Information for the tired business man is contained in the following bit of news from one of New York’s favorite fishing spots, the Sodom dam, above Brewster, N.Y. Dr. J. J. Brogan, fishing at Sodom dam on a hot Wednesday afternoon during which he was “playing hooks” from his office, landed a brown trout weighing six and three quarters pounds. Its length was twenty-two inches. The doctor was using a white buck tail for bait. This is a species of manufactured “fly,” made from the tail of a deer, and resembling a minnow when it is drawn through the water. The Rev. Kenneth S. Guthrie, rector of All Saints’ Free Church, Yonkers, criticizes his brother, the Rev. William N. Guthrie, rector of St. Mark's on the Bouwerie, New York City, for insisting in holding bare-legged dances before the altar of his church in defiance of Bishop Manning. The brother of the offending clergyman says: “Although I favor religious négation and object-lesson plays, I do not approve of dancing in the house of God. There is nothing in bare legs, bare knees, and bare hips except notoriety. I think my brother ought not to defy the Bishop.” The two nests of Dinosaur eggs, millions of years old, from the Gobi desert, have arrived at the Metropolitan museum safely. There are ten eggs in each nest. Seventy skeletons and fossils of the dinosaur, were contained in the same