WE'RE LEAVING WE'RE LEAVING!

Where will you spend your Mountain Holidays? at the sea? or in Paris?

We are accustomed to asking the big Parisian stars where they will spend their vacations. Why, I thought this morning, not ask the same question to people who, although they don't have a name to impress you, are the smile and the liveliness of Paris? Their interview will spare the faithful of the “Press” the monotony of what they have already read. Today, therefore, we will give our readers the country or seaside projects

A typist from an administration close to the Stock Exchange answers our question as follows: — Where will I spend my vacation? In Sartrouville Imagine that I have just made a superb deal. A poster discovered in my neighborhood announced the sale of a small house near Paris. The asking price was 10,000 francs; my savings and a very small inheritance, I went to see the house in Sartrouville; a small brick house, three rooms, water, gas and a 400 meter garden, planted with ten fruit trees. I thought I was dreaming. Ah! the deal was quickly concluded. So here I am, a chatelaine and, believe me, this is in no way a castle in Spain,

An office boy — My vacation? declares an office boy from a fabric house in the Sentier, I will pass them through rue Turbigo. My wife is a janitor, so we can't be away. — Perhaps the neighborhood will lack greenery? — That's a mistake, sir. Every morning, during my rest, I will go to Les Halles and there, among the cabbages, salads and flowers, I will imagine myself being two hundred kilometers from Paris. Illusion is everything in life. And then, do you think that in the countryside it will be less hot than here?

A taxi driver, 7.633-G-7, if I remember correctly, is waiting in front of the Madeleine. In a corner of the seat I see an issue of “La Presse”. So here is a friend, and I do not hesitate: - Me, like every year, the driver tells me, I will rest at Trilport, where I will tease the gudgeon. I already go there once a week at the moment. Last Tuesday I already brought in a two and a half pound pike. That made me three in my day. - Three ? . — Yes, the one I took and two that I missed (sic)

An Agent — My vacation? explains a brave town sergeant from the car department, I will pass them in my barracks on the twentieth floor. I have a small garden where I raise lettuce and snails. It's worth the real countryside or the sea. First of all, I don't like the sea, it wears on my heart. During the war, I was offered to join the air force, I refused, I don't like the air. No, I'm an earthling, as they say. Then, without understanding the reason for our discreet smile, the agent adds: — I only like the floor of cows! And the brave town sergeant leaves us to put an end to one congestion by creating another.

JEAN DES FAUVETTES