ajestic, the headquarters of the
British Delegation at the Peace Conference, held a very successful
dance on Monday evening, attended by many members of the British
Mission and Staff. The ballroom was a medley of plenipotentiaries
and chambermaids, generals and orderlies, Foreign Office attaches
and waitresses. All the latest forms of dancing were to be seen,
including the jazz and the hesitation waltz, and, according to the
opinion of experts, the dancing reached an unusually high standard
of excellence. Major Lloyd George, one of the Prime Minister's
sons, was among the dancers. Mr. G.H. Roberts, the Food Controller,
made a very happy little speech to the hotel staff.[18]

The following extract is also worth quoting:

A packed house applauded 'Hullo, Paris!' from the rise of the
curtain to the finale at the new Palace Theater (in the rue
Mogador), Paris, last night.... President Wilson, Mr. A.J. Balfour,
and Lord Derby all remained until the fall of the curtain at 12.15
... and ... were given cordial cheers from the dispersing audience
as they passed through the line of Municipal Guards, who presented
arms as the distinguished visitors made their way to their
motor-cars.[19]

Juxtaposed with the grief, discontent, and physical hardships prevailing
among large sections of the population which had provided most of the
holocausts for the Moloch of War, the ostentatious gaiety of the
prosperous few might well seem a challenge. And so it was construed by
the sullen lack-alls who prowled about the streets of Paris and told one
another that their turn would come soon.

When the masses stare at the wealthy with the eyes one so often noticed
during the eventful days of the armistice one may safely conclude, in
the words of Victor Hugo, that "it is not thoughts that are harbored by
those brains; it is events."

By the laboring classes the round of festivities, the theatrical
representations, the various negro and other foreign dances, and the
less-refined pleasures of the world's blithest capital were watched with
ill-concealed resentment. One often witnessed long lines of motor-cars
driving up to a theater, fashionable restaurant, or concert-hall,
through the opening portals of which could be caught a glimpse of the
dazzling illumination within, while, a few yards farther off, queues of
anemic men and women were waiting to be admitte