A SOCIETY HAS JUST BEEN FOUNDED... (MUSIC)

A few courageous citizens whose names it would be premature to reveal to the curiosity of the public have just founded a Society for the Suppression of the Horse Race.

"In today's civilization," says the prospectus that these gentlemen had printed in a few copies, "the horse no longer has its place or its reason for being.
"In cities, it only serves to hinder, delay or obstruct traffic. In the countryside, it is advantageously replaced by motors.
"And the last war has shown that, in modern battle, it no longer provides any appreciable service. The smallest bike is much more useful. Let us be good to animals! The intense traffic of today's cities has made the horse a martyr.
As for racing, under the pretext of improving the horse race, it only serves to encourage the passion for gambling in its most democratic form, that is to say, the most dangerous.

Remember the terrible drawing by Forain which represents a worker returning to his sad home, empty-handed and distressed in his eyes, and throwing to his wife and children frozen near the fireless stove these words of such painful naivety:
"Actaeon has taken the wrong route!" We see no problem in keeping a selection of luxury horses for the last sportsmen who still want to ride. But we no longer want this noble and beautiful animal to be condemned to the role of a domestic animal.

"The members of our society will therefore endeavor to stop by all means in their power the reproduction of draft horses and plow horses"
The simplest and most direct way is undoubtedly to buy as many horses and mares as the available social funds will allow and to send them to graze and peacefully end their days in the calm of the countryside.

We are content to transmit this interesting document to the Society for the Protection of Animals. It is followed, moreover, by a sort of proclamation that seemed to us somewhat... tendentious.
The authors rise up with the most vehement eloquence against the Pari-Mutuel, propose to re-establish in France the Farm of Games for the benefit of the State and to reinstall in the gardens of the Palais-Royal the old huts that are so often mentioned in the human comedy.
"The State would find there," they affirm, "such sources of profit that taxes could be reduced by a third."
Replace the tax with the gambling den? After all, why not? Curnon? No matter! The love of animals has strange ins and outs!

TIMID RECTIFICATION
All the dailies of last week announced the recent marriage of the great Russian star of dance, Anna Pawlova, with Mr. André Daride.
Only, my old collaborator Wladimir Bienstock, who has known Anna Pawlova for more than twenty-five years, is protesting against this alleged information.
"There is an error or confusion," he says. Anna Pawlova has been legally married for eighteen years, which, moreover, does not age her at all, because she was then only a very young girl, barely nubile! with Mr. Victor Emilievitch Dandre.
"Mr. Victor Dandré is a Russian, of French origin, who until the Bolshevik revolution held the positions of member of the Municipal Council of Saint Petersburg, Petrograd, Leningrad, etc.
"Since Pawlova became a world star, he accompanies her on all her tours, and there is no reason to suppose that he has married her for the second time!"

IN THE CHAMBER We never tire of the intense comedy that emerges from the sessions of the Chamber. I am not talking about the jokes that make our parliamentarians laugh, they are most often of a platitude or vulgarity that confounds the understanding, but of these interruptions and these replies, by which the unconscious buffoonery of certain representatives of the nation is manifested: One of them, whose name escapes me, threw this astonishing sentence at President Painlevé the other day:
"If I had received education, I would be as intelligent as you!" The illustrious mathematician had the politeness or the modesty not to respond.