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Updated: June 18, 2025
Consommation is the convenient word of cafés chantants for food or drink of any kind, and every visitor is forced by the rules of the place to "consume" something as his title to a seat.
Emile twisted his moustache upwards, and his eyebrows climbed in the same direction. "So! Do you think then that your life at the Hippodrome is going to be more what you English call respectable, than the cafés chantants?" "There are the horses here. If I don't like anything else I can always like them." Emile decided that the man in Paris had been apt in his judgment of this fantastic voice.
Sir John heard gossip about us about Anna the recluse, a paragon of virtue, and Annabel alias 'Alcide' a dancer at the cafés chantants, and concerning whom there were many stories which were false, and a few which were true. I well, I borrowed Anna's name. I made her my unwilling confederate. Sir John followed me to London and married me.
The café's chantants, and the open-air concerts had long since followed the example, partly because of the increasing seriousness of the temper of the people, partly because of the failure of the gas.
Private or public gambling of any kind, excepting always the Papal Lottery, is strictly suppressed. There are no public dancing-places of any kind, no casinos or "cafes chantants." No public masked balls are allowed, except one or two on the last nights of the Carnival. The theatres themselves are kept under the most rigid "surveillance."
The Boulanger March, with its song, "En revenant de la revue," was played and sung in all the cafés chantants of Paris. The general rode a black horse as handsome as himself. Some one has said, "As a political factor, Boulanger was born of a horse and a song." In 1886 he advocated the exile of the Orleans princes and the erasure of the Duc d'Aumale's name from the list of French generals.
He was in front of one of the more imposing of the cafés chantants opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the wonderful poster which had helped to make "Alcide" famous. He had looked at it before without comprehension.
"No," said Madeleine, eyeing him over her fan with a composure that astonished herself. "No, I don't go to cafes chantants." Ancoats looked blank a moment, then resumed, with fervour: "This woman's divine epatant! Then, at the Chat Noir but ah! well, perhaps you don't go to the Chat Noir?" "No, I don't go to the Chat Noir." He fidgeted for a minute. She sat silent.
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