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Updated: May 3, 2025
The strongest effect of the war was more subtle of definition, it was a change in the temper of the city. Since the outbreak of the war, the sham Paris that was "Gay Paree" had disappeared, and the real Paris, the Paris of tragic memories and great men, had taken its place. An old Parisian explained the change to me in saying, "Paris has become more French."
"Some men tried to stop him on the road. He's a despatch-rider." "Isn't he ugly? Is he English?" "Irish." "You bet you, miss; Hirlanday; that's me.... You picked a good looker this toime, Yank. But wait till Oi git to Paree. Oi clane up a good hundre' pound on this job in bonuses. What part d'ye come from, Yank?" "Virginia. I live in New York."
"Lumme, Gov'nor," whispered he, as they turned at last into the utter darkness and desertion of the narrow Rue Toison d'Or, "if this is wot yer calls Gay Paree this precious black slit between two rows of houses I'll take a slice of the Old Kent Road with thanks. Not even so much as a winkle-stall in sight, and me that empty my shirt-bosom's a-chafing my blessed shoulder-blades!"
But could I? Lord, how my hands shook when I replied: "Madame est allé dans le train Paree Calais moi je suis seul" which was rather good, I thought, though that was not the time to say so. Well, it seemed successful enough.
It was at this point in his meditations that Bertram rounded a corner and came face to face with a man who stopped him short with a jovial: "Isn't it by George, it is Bertie Henshaw! Well, what do you think of that for luck? and me only two days home from 'Gay Paree'!" "Oh, Seaver! How are you? You are a stranger!"
As I go to press, th' news has excited no commint in Fr-rance." "While th' thrillin' scenes I'm tellin' ye about is goin' on, Hinnissy, worse is bein' enacted in beautiful Paris. In that lovely city with its miles an' miles iv sparklin' resthrants, la belly Paree, as Hogan 'd say, th' largest American city in th' wurruld, a rivolution's begun. If ye don't believe it, read th' pa-apers.
During the first ecstasy of the good news, Mrs. Marks, the Lion of Lucerne she talked like a handbook of Cook's Tours. To successive callers she told the story over and over till the rhapsody finally palled on her own tongue. She began to hate Paree, London, Vienna, St. Marks, and to loathe the Lion of Lucerne. All she wanted to do was to get out of town to some quiet retreat.
"Say, Bobby, are you in for side-stepping the chiefs at eleven-thirty and going with me to take a nice bunch of calicoes out to the Country Club for a little midday sandwich dance? You can eat a thin ham and fox trot at the same time. Sue and Belle and Kate Keith all want to get on to that long slide you've brought over direct from Paree. It stuck in their systems last evening and they want more.
What do you whistle in your bathtub when you are in a reminiscent mood? Is it The Typical Tune of Zanzibar, or Baby, Baby, Dance My Darling Baby, or Starlight, Starbright, or Tell Me, Pretty Maiden, or A Simple Little String, or J'aime les Militaires (if you whistle this, ten to one your next door neighbour thinks you have been to an orchestra concert and heard Beethoven's Seventh Symphony), or Sister Mary Jane's Top Note, or A Wandering Minstrel I, or See How It Sparkles, or the Lullaby from Erminie, which Pauline Hall used to sing as if she herself were asleep, and which Emma Abbott interpolated in The Mikado, or A Pretty Girl, A Summer Night, or the Policeman's Chorus from The Pirates of Penzance, or The Soldiers in the Park, or My Angeline, or the Letter Song from The Chocolate Soldier, or I'm Little Buttercup, or the Gobble Song from The Mascot, or the Anna Song from Nanon, or the march from Fatinitza, or I'm All the Way from Gay Paree, or Love Comes Like a Summer Sigh, or In the North Sea Lived a Whale, or Jusqu'l
The thing that really bothers me is that the only folks she seemed to have been real neighborly with, back in Paree that's the way you say it, ain't it? was mostly sculptors and painters and writers, and such lot. So that would let me out of the running, right at the start, you see.
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