BALAS
La Ville Lumière
Georges François Babbette, a realtor of ACHILLE (digging, etc.): Did you get any maga-
Lyons, meets his old friend Achille Rueprin- zines?
cipale, a doctor of Bordeaux, in the Etab-
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Yeh, I brought back a
lissement Duval opposite the Madeleine in suit-case full, but the guy at the customs in Havre
Paris.
made me give them up.
ACHILLE (digging Georges in the ribs with his
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): Of course there's no
elbow): I hear you have been over to New York, you girls come out—you know.
use me asking you if you took in all the revues where
old rascal!
GEORGES (digging Achille in the ribs with his
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Yeh, I did everything.
elbow): I'll say I have.
(Becomes serious.) Only, somehow, you don't get
the same kick out of all that stuff that you ould
ACHILLE (digging Georges back one): You son-
of-a-gun, you! (In a stage whisper.) Was the wife
if it was all happening here at home. Those peo-
along?
ple over there have a different way of looking at
GEORGES (digging Achille back one): Yeh, she
those things. They're different from us. It's a dif-
went along. But she stopped off to take a tour of the
ferent point of view. They're not immoral, they're
battlefields around Boston.
just unmoral, if you see what I mean. Sex and smut
and all are just a part of their lives and they don't
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): And she let you go to
New York all alone?
think anything more about it than we do about onion
soup. Why, I've seen women-nice looking women,
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Yeh.
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): Well, you old son-of- too nicely dressed—looked like ladies-all sitting
a-gun!
around and laughing and giggling at some of those
GEORGES (digging, etc.): I guess I saw the whole
shows that we'd strangle our daughters if they went
to see. No wonder some of us Frenchmen don't know
show, all right, all right.
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): Did you bring back
how to take Ainerican girls. Can't tell the nice ones
from the fast ones. ... Well, that kind of stuff
any of those post-cards the fellow sells in front
of the El Fey Club?
may be all right for New York and the decaying
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Did I?
morals of the New World, but it certainly wouldn't
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): And I suppose you got
get by in little old Paris, would it, Achille!
properly liquored up while you had a chance to get
-Ralph Barton
some of the real, old stuff—absinthe and all.
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Did I?
ACHILLE (digging, etc.): And did you go down
California Asserts Herself
along that funny little row of bookshops in Fourth
Avenue and pick up a few rare editions?
Let not Vermont asseverate
GEORGES (digging, etc.): Oh, sure. Only I can't That she's the Presidential State;
read their lingo. I'll bet if a fellow could he'd get For California always shall
his hair curled, all right. The pictures are hot stuff. Remain the only State of Cal.!
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