. The real Latin quarter . y a franc anda half, which includes your drink. In the anteroom, four of the singers aresmoking and chatting at the little of them is a tall, serious-looking fellow,in a black frock coat. He peers out throughhis black-rimmed eyeglasses with the so-lemnity of an owl—but you should hear hissongs !—they treat of the lighter side oflife, I assure you. Another singer has justfinished his turn, and comes out of thesmoky hall, wiping the perspiration fromhis short, fat neck. The audience is stillapplauding his last song, and he rushesback through the faded green
. The real Latin quarter . y a franc anda half, which includes your drink. In the anteroom, four of the singers aresmoking and chatting at the little of them is a tall, serious-looking fellow,in a black frock coat. He peers out throughhis black-rimmed eyeglasses with the so-lemnity of an owl—but you should hear hissongs !—they treat of the lighter side oflife, I assure you. Another singer has justfinished his turn, and comes out of thesmoky hall, wiping the perspiration fromhis short, fat neck. The audience is stillapplauding his last song, and he rushesback through the faded green velvet por-tieres to bow his thanks. A broad-shouldered, jolly-looking fellow,in white duck trousers, is talking earnestlywith the owl-like looking bard in his turn is called, and you followhim in, where, as soon as he is seen, he iswelcomed by cheers from the students andgirls, and an elaborate fanfare of chords onthe piano. When this popular poet-singerhas finished, there follows a round of ap-117. A POET-SINGER plause and a pounding of canes, and thenthe ruddy - faced, gray - haired managerstarts a three-times-three handclapping inunison to a pounding of chords on the is the proper ending to every demandfor an encore in Le Grillon, and it neverfails to bring one. It is nearly eleven when the curtain partsand Marcel Legay rushes hurriedly up theaisle and greets the audience, slamming hisstraw hat upon the lid of the piano. Hepasses his hand over his bald pate—givesan extra polish to his eyeglasses—beamswith an irresistibly funny expression uponhis audience—coughs—whistles—passes afew remarks, and then, adjusting his glasseson his stubby red nose, looks serio-comic-ally over his roll of music. He is dressed ina long, black frock-coat reaching nearly tohis heels. This coat, with its velvet collar,discloses a frilled white shirt and a whiteflowing bow scarf; these, with a pair ofblack-and-white check trousers, completethis every-day a
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