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Show 1 1 H READING & WRITING V J.L1, those who have loved Paris will want to read Elliot Paul's new book, titled after Jerome Kern's popular song, "The Lust Time I Saw Paris." - I' 1 t v $ 1 I 4 Mr. Paul, as journalist for the Pflri editions of the Chicago Tribune and tht New York Herald, lived in that city .'ci seventeen years, most of which time spent on the Rue de la Huchette. It's c. the inhabitants of this old city block, tlx :, loves, their jokes, their tragedies, that .i. tells in his book. By the time we'd finished reading it sr.-felt sr.-felt as though we too, had known all these people for years, just as the author had Monsieur Henri, the gentle an wise keeper of the Hotel du Caveau; Monsieur Panache, the unpleasant fascist floorwalker, whose misfortunes made such I ELLIOT PAUL delightful gossip for his neighbors; Monsieur Noel, the taxidermist, who made a specialty of stuffing pet dogs and cats with which their owners could not bear to part, and who took a sly pleasure in making the expressions of these animals resemble that of their masters. And then Maurice, who sold wonderful tropica! fish. Everv dv Maurice would buy a second hand book from the book stalls and always the next day he returned it as partial payment for another book. His taste in reading matter was catholic in the extreme. He would read with the same polite attention a textbook on the care of bees or a volume from Fr to Ki of an obsolete encyclopedia. Here, too, are the magnificent vegetable markets of Paris, the hotel', with their friendly atmosphere and dearth of all modern convenience!, even the remarkable laundry for "one-shirt men," where you could haT your washing done while you waited. Elliot Paul is also author of "The Life and Death of a Spanish Town," a book about Civil War Spain which was a popular Book-ef the-Month Club selection. In addition, he's famous for his delightful Hugger-Mugger detective yarns. Besides being a writer, he has anor-.e. talent. He's an expert at playing Boogie-Woogie. , One by one our last romantic illusions are being shattered. We h'. gone along blithely all these y.-ai supposing that the McCoys and tb j Hatfields of Kentucky were cor.titv. ing that imperishable feud we used r hear about. Now along comes Tea ( Thomas, author of "Blue Ridm' Country," who lives in Ashland, tucky, and has a McCoy family fo neighbors on one side and a Hat- field family on the other. Not only is her house not a sieve of bu'.) holes, Miss Thomas relates, but both the McCoys and the Ha:fi?uJ join her each Saturday night in a sociable dinner. City children aren't always as happy to be in the country as we are inclined to believe, according to Agnes de Lima, author of "The L;:tl Red Schoolhouse." This New York progressive school has a smmnn camp as part of its curriculum, and one diy the teacher came acro? little David, crying bitterly. "What's the trouble?" she asked. And David sobbed in reply: "I'm used to houses that are Vgher and trees that are loiter." |