THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



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Photograph from W. W. Rock 

 THE PALACE: OF" THE TROCADERO, SEEN THROUGH THE ARCHES OF EIFFEL TOWER 



The art treasures of Paris are clustered like jewels in a setting, and one need only turn 

 from masterpiece to masterpiece. On the dome of the Palace of the Trocadero, seen in the 

 distance, is poised Mercie's "Fame." In the beautiful park, which slopes down to the Seine 

 and the Bridge of Jena, are several fine statues in marble and bronze, and one wing of the 

 palace is occupied by a remarkable collection of sculpture, chronologically arranged for com- 

 parative study, with representative casts from the twelfth century forward. 



about that ? Freddie is nineteen and try- 

 ing to raise a moustache. And isn't it 

 wonderful to have leave together? 



Freddie tells me it wouldn't have been 

 possible except that father said he didn't 

 mind ; he'd postpone his leave till the kids 

 got theirs. Which makes Eddie join in 

 with : 



"But you can always count on father. 

 When you need him, he's there. Why, 

 when Freddie got plugged in the leg" — 



But father says, "Don't bother about 

 that now, son." 



And when I tell father what a splendid 

 thing it is to see three such fine soldiers 

 from one family, he only smiles, but he 

 seems pleased. He explains that "his 

 partner at home has a weak heart, but 

 manages to keep the business going, so 

 there was no reason why he shouldn't 



have come. And as for the boys, well, 

 look at 'em!" 



A BIRTHDAY DINNER, "jUST LIKE A BOOK" 



Father himself, so he insists, is hard 

 as nails and can stand the grind better 

 than "either of these brats here." Then 

 all three begin a recital of the interesting 

 things they've done, and when I tell them 

 of several places they haven't visited yet, 

 Freddie marks them down in a little red 

 book. 



■ Then Eddie, with great enthusiasm, 

 starts the story of the birthday dinner. 

 How, not knowing one word of French, 

 they couldn't make the waiter understand 

 that they wanted oysters. When they'd 

 pretty nearly given it up as a bad job, 

 Freddie ran out into the street, return- 

 ing with an oyster shell taken from a 



