Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 135, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 June 1920 — The Old Quay of Paris [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Old Quay of Paris

.N ONE of his most charming paSI sages Anatole Prance evokes a. W fleeting memory of the quays along *** the Seine, “where one disturbs the .dust-covered. bp.oks ftLthe 5-eent stall, ■and a thousand Shadows ’teritble and charming” jt isn’t our purpose to revive these memories; to do »o would be to parade the whole,past in review; we shall simply, state the magic whlqh draws and which holds.: to tbe quays . of the Seine, writes L. A. Des Garets in La France, .. . t .-:" ■. .. The quays ! • -Alohg both sides df'our river they run! But 'when we speak of quays, we mean, of course, the quays of the left bank. There Is the heart of Paris. Who wpuld deny It? The action of those, workers who live in the neighborhood .of. the. quays —artists, thinkers/ poets or .simple workmen —when they seek their river, Is one of hnppy irklcffence.- They: ho .not pause before the windows’ of-the-hntiduirles* shops’; thdy go toward the ■ rampqrt which courageous and determined .hqpksellers' have raided, ‘ before .Mie .riifer, of forgetfulness, the Which will protect their books. It is •there that* Bn the summer sun, as. well/ as in'Winter togs, are the-last resting, placedthe production of man’s thought. It is there-that a book, after gbpd or bhd fortune, comes to take Us last chalice; It 16 there thafthey ' gre viewed by the savants. In search of information, or with sentimental Curiosity by Mimi Pinson . . , yes, the last and the tranquil resting place over which watch the high prQfile of the Louvre and the towers--6f Notre-Dame! ■ Where Point of Interest Begins. /The quays start a little above the Palais Bourbon, at the palace of the Legion of Honor, once the famous Hotel Salm. During the revolution, since the prince of Salm-Kriburg had been given command of a battalion of the Lafayette guard,’ his palace became the meeting place of the Reformist club. Later the same, building received the members of the Cercle Constltuttontiel, until the day when Napoleon made ft the seat of the grand chancellor of the Legion of Honor. It Is a pity that this charming Greek temple Should be eclipsed by the surrounding buildings. • Next there is the Qual Voltaire, where Mme. Cecile Sorel makes her home, near the house In which Voltaire died. When one enters, this building foe ghost oi the riidghty century appears; you are received with the graCiousness of Cellmene. Everything in this house bears the imprint of . Donis XIV, and Nothing could be more a part of it than the character of the great krtfet who lives there. Here died Ingres; there Wps the convent of the Theattns, brought to France from Italy by Mazariq. Further along, at th comer of the Rue de Beaune, uapd to' stand the barracks of the gray fousketeers. „ b The Famous “Bridge of Team.” I Let pp stop at the Institute. From Ikere aIL the Paris of yesterday to seen r lie towers of Notre Dame, the Louvre, Jhe Saint-Chapelle, Germain i’Aux|rrel£ the ebheiefgerie, the palais de' Justice arid the. ,Pont-Neuf. stfo look|pg wery solid. Since it was epeped to traffic by Henry HL the same day tost-his favorite, Quelus, the Parisi- , ins called it “the bridge of. tears.” did not prevent It, however,- from I becoming the tenter of animation of air Parte' gathered to Übe amused by the new's bf the gdsetl.teers skWIM, of, . , L Next we see the palace of the prince tfof -Conti, today one of the treasury To save ourselves both reI jnorse and regret let us put aside the memories of St. Germain 1 AuxerBols and of the conclergerie. Let us instead follow along .the Qua! Confi. tn ghe footsteps pf Lamartine, of Victor ■tango, of Salnte Beauve. of Alfred de Klusset and of aU those others who Minto been familiars, .of the quays. | Alas! -Where are the glories, of. the ■bast? Under the dome of the instl- ' Quays Are Charming. H Our quays are Indeed charming, with movement of tramways, wagons Hund with the witling of pihe boats and those thousand small i boises which are/ multiplied-.fey the | of the river. I love to watch r the loungers who come to Ires there, fathers of fismßles puHtag their

youngsters along, by the hand, and teaching them history, retrospectively.I -love th -teet these with respectful eyes lifted $ toward ® these great relics : of the past, pointed oiit by the paternal jiand, while thefo thoughts,, J ward tlie Jardin des Plantes apd tjie - greater attractions of theteonkey cage. Resting his elbows .on. hie boxes,, the bookseller watches- the crowd; ha ex- , changes greetings with Maurice BarrOS, Deoil 'Bourgeois, Raoul Penchon; . . A young' servantjglri tomes timidly to ask for foe Clef fo;s f ’ 4' collegian inquires a. dictionary. Liked by .the. American Soldier, The American, soldiers liked- OWL quays very much. More than one, under the influence-bf these Skies, caught, the disease and became bibliophiles ornumismatists cir philatelists. AH of them have kept MT exquisite memory of fois' cdrner of Paris. Thbre,' tn fact, men., things a pTgapfint Maile, as though the peo'plp foe twentieth century had found them foe good fellowship of other days. a mantle over tlie old riverTunne sun Jias set. Heedless of pme, the immor- - tai city falls as£ep Ae night, inviolate ana spienaia, people® with glorious spirits, evoked from the paBL

On the Bank of the Seine.