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Printed, Visiting:
Cards of the
Apaches Are
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Treasured as Souvenirs by Their Thrill -Hun tiny Patrons. This Card
Reads: "At Large Temporarily. .Louis Le Balle (The Strangler) ;
Escort Cafe Green Snake; Late of the Sante Prison; One and
One-Half Years on Devil's Island."
PARIS.
HOW would you like to dance with.
Tough Jules at the' Cafe of the Dead
Man's Thumb? How would you like
to trot and toddle in the grip of a genuine
Apache? A dyed-in-the-blood thug a stab
er a garrotei" a real mean ruffian!
He's got notches on his gun and blue welts
on his jaw where his grisette tried to mur
der him with a hatchet. Jn a rusty, husky
whisper he'll tell you about it. How would
you like an hour's tete-a-tete with this
fascinating devil from the CHchy under
world? Say, dainty ladies, would it thrill
you?
It's thrilling the smart women of Parls
that Is, the women who find the ordinary
thrills of life too passe for words. They,,
are the rich aristocrats who have kicked
over their heritage of convention, tha
restless wives of money-mad husbands,
the high-steppers of upper Bohemia, the
Ependthrift American visitors, all the
fragile and discontented feminine crew
who have only one occupation; thriH-hunt-
lfigg- ' .
They were tired of gambling. They
were tired of the gay boulevard cafes and.
the bizarre boulevard revues. Shimming
lost its kick. ; Everybody was n" to the
dives and the dope dens arranged like bo
many stage settings.- The fight betweea
the two absinthe fiends ' was just hocus
pocus. The women with the pungent and
purple past no longer found a Ustener, It
was getting so that sin, viewed from the
.side-lines, was as dull as Notre Dame or
the Louvre. , -
"How uninteresting!" complained all
the pretty ladies. "We could see an that
in the movies. We want some real rongh.
stuff! We want to have it not just look
at it! We want to be thrilled! And, to,
their, blank hut submissive, husbands, "Why
don't you do something to amuse us?"
Enter then-rthe Apache. He rode in on
the crest of, a season distinguished for its
"cave love" atmosphere. The musio shows
headlined naderworld dances. The Grand
iGuignol's shockers showed the marauding
I mala in his most mauling moments. The
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heroes of the popular novels were sheiks
who dragged heroines around by the hair,
and the heroines themselves liked nothing
better than a good clubbing. Jt became
fashionable for Paris smart setters to
"adore" crime. '
That part of Paris which makes a living
by the fads of the rich, was quick to catch
on to the new opportunity in thrills. The
taxis had put the "guiding" business on
the blink. Nobody, it seemed, wanted to
visit gilded haunts of peacock pleasure
any more. So the guides and the personal
conductors harkened attentively to the cry
of the pretty ladies: "We-want a totigh
guy! We want an Apache!" !
They got him at 100 francs an hour.
That is the standard price in Montmartre
cafes which make a specialty of Apaches
for hire. In the case of particularly tough
Apaches, however, or an Apache with an
especially bloody record of crime, the priee
is higher. The Cafe of the Dead Man's
Thumb and the Cafe of the Green Snake
are typical examples of the many where
thrills are sold like so much caviare, j
Here, any night from ten to two, the
thrill-hunters come for contact with, the.
raw, rough, red-blooded side of life, as
personified in Tough Jules, Jacques the
Tiger, Little Scarlip, Louis the Strangler,
Itaoul the Butcher, and a dozen pther
sinister highbinders who have learned that
slitting throats is not nearly so profitable
as describing throat-slitting to widqpeyed
neurotics with a passion tor vicarious second-hand
blood-letting.
These women themselves are the lncar
nation , of beauty and refinement. They
rustle but of limousines like so many deli
cats butterflies velvet gowned andi silk
shod, shimmering with jewels and radiat-
ing the faint breath of perfume. Only
their eyes, burning with excitement, hetray
the primitive craving for abysmal sensa
tion, beneath the shell of luxury. 1 h
A row of six basement windows blinks
level with the sidewalk. Across ne of
them stretches the black silhouette of a
skeleton fist gripping a knife. Stone stairs
lead downward to a massive door. II This
is the 'Cafe of the Dead Man's Thumb.
The guide will tell you it was formerly th
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rendezvous of the notorious Chicotte gang
which disposed, olj the bodies o its victims
by .running them; through a huge5 sausage
grinder, s He j bints that the cellar might
reveal strange secrets even to-day. He
forgets to mention, what is well known
among old ; Montmartrans, that until : last
Summer this fcasemeot was the site of a
oarDer-soop.n i 3 ; .
-t ; The door of -the cafe opens into a spa
cious 1 room ioecoratea as sumptuously as
many ot tne
Douievard caoarets. on a
dais at one
end, six jazz musicians are
At Ri'sht,
La Danse Brutale," by
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playing madly. The dancing space is
crowded; ! around the walls are tables and.
settees occQpied by a motley lot of diners.
! : The latest arrivals' perhaps are making
their initial visit. She is a hlue-eyed little
' exquisite 'of , the baby doll type. He is fat,
I wealthy, Ibald'headea and resigned. His
face seems to say, "Weil, here we are. I
hop!? you're j satisfied.: r Bring on the
.Apache!", j j A44 the Apaches, possibly six
or more pt them, surround the table.
I I l Here is one! burly fellow with a face like
a gomhvMjHis wrists stick out like hairy
' iron pipes from the sleeves fof his bine
sweater, j and 1 he has & horrible trick of
"squinting.
It has won him many partners
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and a tidy sum in fees. He boasts that
he was just released from prison last week
and is on the police records for a doien
crimes.! If Mademoiselle is wise, she wfll
choose I him for 8 w partner. : 1 Price 120 ,
francs an hour. J ;Tr.i u i ll r ;5;T. ;."
I Here Is another,! a rakish youth" ot tiine-4
' teen or twenty, who would be handsome
were it not for a ragged red slash running
from ear to chin across one cheefc, ! Ho j
, wears, a ; red silk . hsndkerchlef knotted '
about his neck and' a cap pulled down over j
his lefr'eye. " He announces that ho Is
"terroriste" and dances the can-can like a
demon.: He," too, has been in prison numer
ous times and is a blood brother to Iiandra.
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MAY , 1922.
Smart Paris ! Women Have
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Stranglers and ex-Convicts
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Above, One of the Apache Dances, as
Interpreted by Mallaso and Cario, Which !
May Have Incited the New Craving foe
Caye-Men, Pancing Partners.
A third candidate presents his card. It
pears his official rcjgue's gallery photo
graph And a list of his sentences and the
crimes he has committed. He hints
! (strongly that the card doesn't tell the half '
of it- For instance, behind that little mat
.1 Iter of the strangled waitress ah, well, if
Mademoiselle only knew! And be smiles
fiendishly and spits out a few picturesque
swears. J ?:',; .. J ;; t:A-' u . y..
And; Mademoiselle who' likes i to be
called; that instead jof Madame shivers f
with delightful dread, fastens i her baby
stare on the unholiest . and ugliest brute ;
of the lot, and coos, ("Isn't he just wonder-"
nil, cherief I want him for mine? Do y0u -fox-trot,
my big bear?'' i -. : : j " f ' l' : 1 , I
f Herr big bear does. The losers retire,
growling huskily.L They will practise upi a
few more arts such las squinting, biting a
deck of cards In half and crumbling bricks .
between their hands. They will go over
their crime records again and brush up the
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j Little bright-eyes and her gritzry vanish
among the whirling (dancers while friend
husband settles dowift to his pottle of winej -;
He seems not to carja that bright-eyes and
the bear are putting, on a shimmy that
would make Mallaeo and Cario, original ;
Apachs dancers, look like partners in an
old-fashioned minuet. -
Perhaps friend husband is wishing for a 1
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D'Albaicin, tho
Gypsy Beauty,
. Whose Savage
Dancing Has Created j as Wild a
Sensation Among thej Men Thi
Hectic Veari as the Apache'
Has Among the .Women.
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female Apache for himselfc! But, if he
does, he only yawnB at fhe notion. By and
fey bright-eyes and the bear will return.
Bright-eyes, boredom drugged temporarily,
is willing to go home. !
'Thank heaveni" yawns friend husbandy
"Hope youli bVsatisfied' for a week now,
anyway. Coine onf I've paid your Apache."
-1 At the Cafe ot the Green Snake the
Apaches go the Dead Man's Thumb one
better. Their star performer is Therese, a
black-haired firebrand. She is the foil
by which many a Louis and 1 Pierre boosts r
his nightly income. ; !r -
Her role is that of the jealous grlsette,
for the Apaches have learned that nothing
Increases their desirability in the eyes of
dainty visitors so much as to be desired
also by another i woman: j To dance with
an Atfache who a moment before has flung
his sweetheart into a corner, is to enhance
the thrill of the experience; two-fold.
! Madame has selected her partner and is
Just about to yield herself i to bis arms.
They start forjthe dance floor. That is
Therese's cue. '; Up from her settee she
leaps like a wildcatbrandishing her fists
and lashirig her f'homme" with all the bit
ter adjectives a. her command..
: There is a scene. Therese, confronting
eiitor and Apache, threatens to put a
ife in his back if he dances a step with
the woman who has charmed him. He
Snarls back at her, if : she 1 doesn't keep
quiet, he win cut her heart out then and
there. Madame trembles. ! 'She is shaken
by mixed emotions of fear and delight.
Perhaps it would be better if she picked
out a bruiser who wasn't ! mortgaged.; al
ready by some other woman. ; j
i But, before she can change her mind.
Tough Jules has acted. One hairy band
shoots out and grips the biasing Theresa
by her throat, j He shakes her just enough
to make her teeth rattle and, with one
thrust, slams her bence. In the same in
staat he turns, sweep Madame off her
feet and Is away with heri !; 1 . : 1
I ' This scene is repeated perhaps a .dozen
'times a night at the Green Snake.: And
!for each shake, Therese gets her commis
Ision from the shaker. He, in turn, has
profited accordingly. For is pot an Apache
who risks a knife-blade in his shoulders
worth twice as : many francs as one who
merely killea a gendarme last week? i He
Is take it from the ladles. And from their
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