A FAMOUS PARIS WINE SHOP.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume I, Issue 45, 4 February 1911, Page 1 (Supplement)

A FAMOUS PARIS WINE SHOP.

The “Angel Gabriel” is to be bought uo by the City of Paris for the purpose of widening a street. Only those familiar with Paris nights will understand what this means, the Paris correspondent of the. “Telegraph” observes. Towards two a.m., the witching hour at which all Latin Quarter cafes, bars and restaurants must close, students cried to ingenuous foreigners, to whom they were showing life “Now to the Halles!” The procession to the Halles might land at Baratte’s, at the “Smoking Dog,” at the “Angel Gabriel,” or at one or two other places with wonderful names. Now no more “noctambules” will go. It was a bar like any other bar to look at. Round the central markets wine shops keep open all night for the convenience of marketmen, who, after a driverin the cold and rain of five hours from their kitchen gardens in the suburbs, reach the Halles at one or two in the morning. Those who “noctambulate” just because they like it soon found that the market gardeners’ wine shops were quite proper places for keeping the night gay. Thus the market garder wine shops developed. Some became oystei restaurants, where the bill runs up quickly. In two or three so-called maiketmen’s haunts of the Halles how nine men out of ten are in evening diess, and the “addition” soars to two or three pounds a head. Others remained wine shops, but acquired special reputations. Among these was the “Angel Gabriel,” now doomed. It was held to he ethe haunt of real murderous and picturesque apaches. A table was shown at the “Angel Gabriel” on which three desperadoes had carved their names with stilettos, “T-eca,” “Manda,” and “Casquedor.” The delighted tourist shivered when he was shown these signatures of desperate criminals. When we were taken there by friends determined to show us life, obvious detectives sat at several tables. At others were gri a men in slouch caps and coliarless shirts and we preferred to believe they were dapgerous. Ladies with us were pleasantly thrilled, and we have seen the -?eainy side of Paris satisfactorily.

BERESFORD AND THE EAGLE

Lord Charles Beresford was one of those who extended a warm welcome to the officers and men of the American squadron which visited the Thames recently. But there was a time when he had to look small before the representative of the great Republic. That was long .‘.go in his youthful days when he was cruising in the Pacific. His ship had put into Honolulu, and Lord Charles., with some other young officers, had gone ashore on the -‘spree.”, Above a certain doorway they espied an eagle with outstretched wings, an emblem which marked the office of the American Consul. Beresford wanted that eagle, so, quickly mounting on a comrade’s shoulders, he wrenched it from its place. Unfortunately he had been observed, and a complaint was made to the captain next morning. The culprit and his comrades were hauled up for a reprimand, and were told to bring the eagle. Then they were sent ashore, a, ladder was obtained, and Lord Charles fixed it back in its place with his own hands, while the Consul looked on to see that he did it properly.

JUST AS GOOD.

“Did he leave footprints on of time?” "No : but they took his tbunabe. prints.”