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Show PARIS THE MSIESI CITY IWTHE WORLD Street Criers and Tooting Auto Horns Heard Day and Night. NOTED AUTHOR LEAVES M. Anatole France Says He Can No Longer Stand Incessant Din. By GEORGES DUFEESNE. Special Cable to Tho Tribune. PARIS, Nov. 29. Much as I love my native city of Paris, I cannot deny that I fully sympathize with M. Anatole France, who has Just announced Ills In-tlon In-tlon to leave uh and move away to the country where tho air Is puro and free from the obnoxious noises which make life In Paris a frightful nightmare. Though Parlo hoa no olovated railroads like Berlin and your great American cities cit-ies it has become, I think, the noleleut city In the world. In no other city that I know of aro there as many street crlea and nowhere do chauffeurs toot their horns more persistently to clear their way of scared pedestrians who appear to poBsess no rights whatever. When to this you add tho fact that Parlo Is a city that novor sleeps and that the noises In tho streets and on the river abate vory little during tho night, j'ou will probably understand that It gets on the nerves even of tho peoplo who love It most and who would nnd It Impossible to thrive anywhero elao. Reasons Are Given. Anatole Franco, who, ever since ho won his first literary laurels moro than twonty years ago, has lived In a beautiful little mansion near the Bols do Boulogne, said when askod to glvo his reasons for leaving leav-ing ua: This part of PariB Is no longer what It was twenty years ago, when I chose It as a quiet verdant spot to dwell In. For years past I have been upset and fatigued by motor cars and tho thousand and one noises of modern mod-ern Paris. This quarter has becomo almost uninhabitable, like tho other quartors of tho city whose beauty is being marred by constant pulling about. The Bols Is 111-frequonted, and tho avenues aro becoming deafening and dangerous through the roar of tlie autos and the street cars. It Is time for mo to be gone. Pitiless architects aro threatening to destroy tho falrost portion of tho Institute In order to create streets, and by so doing ruin the admirable view which ho3 as Its setting the city, the Isle of St. Louis, and the cathedral cathe-dral of Notre Damo, They Intend, apparently, ap-parently, to spare the Illustrious dome but they will isolato It Just as they have done with the little cupola In front of the Pare Monceau. These deeds of sacrilege will mark the end of old world ParlD and Its harmonious harmoni-ous mujosty. So the philosopher turnB -his back on the doomed city and he has chosen as his retreat peaceful Versailles, over which the spirit of the Grand Monarquo still lingers. Thither M. Anatole Franco and his books and art collections will bo transferred trans-ferred within tho next few months. But the philosopher will not bid adieu forever for-ever to Paris ho hopes to "run lip to town" two or thrco times a week. Youth Causes Sensation. A youth fresh to Paris from tho provinces prov-inces was lately Invited to a small danco by one of his mother's friends. As his dunce repertoire contained nothing moro novel than the waits and tho qiindrllle. the rustic cavalier solaced his solitude with frequent visits to the buffet. Toward To-ward the end of tho evening ho felt cn-courascd cn-courascd to take the floor alono and attempt at-tempt a country Jig Throe times round went the merry guest, und then staggered to a sofa. Ills friends, who suw what was wrong, got him out of the room Into a cab, and so to bed. Next morning, sad and sober, tho youth was writing a letter of humble anolov to his hostess when one of his friends came In and asked him what he was doing. do-ing. "Don't do that, for heaven's r.ake ." said the friend, when told. "Ton creatod quite a sensation last night. Your hostess Implored mo to ask you tho mime of tho new step you danced, as everybody I1111I found It bo original and charming.'"' |
