Show I Nude Montmartre Girls Popping Corks Horrify Aimee on Sin Tour i Evangelist Begs Gigolos to Forsake Riotous Living and Embrace Greater Pleasures of Religion Paris Termed Rottenest City By RALPH HEINZEN United Press Staff Correspondent Copyright 19 1928 8 by United Press PARIS Sept Aimee 24 Semple has deserted Paris for the more placid city of Geneva but the Montmartre was sUit stilt stunned today after her whirlwind sin tour of I the gayest streets in the world Up the bill that Is the Montmartre went the the California evangelIst C shuddering as she traveled a trail thick with champagne corks cork scan scan- thy dad girls and laughter In some ways wars It was similar to the sin tour that Mrs McPherson son made In New ew York except that she found Cound Paris far more wicked than the American metropolis and was hAppy to be an American WAVES WINE AWAY Accompanied by a United Press correspondent she entered the Dead Rat cabaret where walters waiters rushed up with tubs tuba o of champagne only to halt with a perplexed expression ex- ex on their faces as she he waved aved for them to take the wine away os the dancing men ot of Paris bowed low and asked her to fox trot with them but Mrs Irs McPherson begged tho men to forsake their ls living and embrace the tho greater eater pleasure of religion They turned awa away Heaven and Hell lIell was wag her next stop and from there she went to Russian CavIar anI and In each cabaret she sought to conVert the walters waiters and entertainers Canto Came midnight at the and nude girls rode chariots through the swirling swirling- crowd What a pit pity what tat a a. pit pity said Mrs McPherson Soe left diatel for tor formerly owned b Josephine Bak darling of New NewYork's ew Yorks York's harlem The Tho tour ended at Forest orest Glade HEART NEARLY STOPPED My Iy heart nearly stoPPed when T I saw girls unclothed Or nearly so or their chariots all for such pleasures o of the flesh Mrs McPherson said Arriving at her hotel she wrote the following impression ot of her tour for the tha United Press By AIMEE SEMPLE McPHERSON I stood on the tho brink o of hell to tonight to- to night and looked down Inside Gay Paris ta is polished on on the outside outside out out- side but It Is the rottenest city In Inthe inthe the world at the core I want to cry from the highest point In This city Is a Sodom and Gomorrah h but It seems to me that Gods God's patience is being tested teste 1 and Paris Is doomed to certain destruction de- de Your revelry will burst Continued on page L 6 Nude Montmartre Girls Popping Corks Aimee on Tour Continued from page pae 1 like liko the Ule bubbles In your our champagne glasses like your our toy balloons you OU burst with tips Satan has blinded you OU You are sex mad You have forgotten civilization HUNGRY FOR RELIGION You have reverted to animals but I know you are arc hungry for religion re- re ligion and some da day I will come comeback back and try to save a few souls sous I suffered to see those young girls whore lips quivered under the thu carmIne I thought ot of the unhappiness ness of their moths mothers as I saw them stretch theIr bare arms to their dancing partners who whIrled theIr thInly clad bodies In the mad dane dane- ing but I was disgusted with the gorgeously gowned matrons stalkIng stalking stalk stalk- Ing through the cabarets trying to cover sinful hearts with a a. athin thIn layer laer of oC silk Jt it hurts me to think of the thousands thousands thou thou- sands or of young who come here Imagining they Are on a a. lark without chaperones It If only theIr parents knew that Montmartre Is wilder and dirtier tItan than the tinseled ot of the theold old wild lId west What That an atmosphere what pitfalls pit pit- falls Everywhere the tho poppIng of corks girls and boys bos on hIgh chairs bent over bars or gIrls with baby faces letting strangers encircle their waists on the dance floor loor WORSE THAN ROME These orgIes are worse than Rome They last from sunset to dawn They make mako me ask where Js is Frances France's reason Where are her I churches It Is too awful to describe but some day there will bo be a a. reckoning and they will wI pay for every vile kIss which has crushed the lips of oC cal cal- bug ous companions Paris Is like Uke a a. white sepulchre sepulchre- I I a burial place or of thousands ot of rotted souls I would love to hold a a. revival here and clean out the shadows and pull the spIders front from the webs where jazz is driving people crazy The Tho more I see of Paris and Montmartre the more happy I am to be an American II At home at least we never lib lib- crate such commercialized do deviltry i |