London town

PARIS FOR A DANCE. We entered the Palais D'Coite. It was a most at- tractive tavern with hotel atmosphere. Roland regis- tered, then we were led to a "private dining room," that is, it was called that by the host. In reality it was a sumptuous bedroom with a table elaborately set for dinner. I was awe-struck by the dreamy affect in the appointment of the room. At the end of this chamber, furthest from the door, was an inviting bed. How I would like to get laid in it, I thought. 9 Apparently this room was carefully made for fuckers only. The ceiling above the bed was mirror- ed! the foot and the head of the bed were similarly fitted