Walker Lake Bulletin

How They Dress In Paris,

Walk along the streets of Paris, and you will see 100 simple citizens tricked out in such a guise as in sober London would make them ridiculous. Is a man a poet? Then his hair is instantly long, his clothes are shabby and fantastic, his hat, with its flat brim, recalls the fashion of 1830. Is a man a painter? Then his clothes proclaim that he inhabits Montmartre and that he wanders up and down under the skinny trees of the Boulevard Rochechouart. Is a man a journalist? Then he is what is called epatant and dines for a reduced price at the Cafe Anglais. Is a man a deputy? Then the imagination refrains from a formula; he has a brougham, and he is decorated, but beyond this the eye of dogmatism cannot penetrate.

Yet, whoever he be, he dresses the part; he separates himself from the bourgeoisie by a trick of costume and gesture, and though no man ever possessed so brilliant a genius as the young Frenchman assumes his love of acting instantly marks him out, and the world is so wisely accustomed to his antics that a man who would be mobbed in London marches up and down Paris unobserved.-London Standard.