Another of the few remaining landmarks of the grands boule-yards will shortly be removed. The big building known as the Hotel Scribe, at the corner of the Boulevard des Capucines and the Rue Scribe, has changed hands and, I believe, will be converted into an office building, in which all the Paris services of the Canadian Government and Canadian railways will be centralized. The Jockey Club will thus be compelled to move to new quarters, and the first-floor rooms, which have known many celebrities and heard a wonderful amount of confidential gossip, will be converted to the prosaic purposes of commerce. The Jockey Club was a favourite resort of King Edward when he was Prince of Wales. He used to drive from the Hotel Bristol in a neat little one-horse brougham, frequently getting out close to the newspapers kiosk, at the opposite corner of the Rue Scribe, and inquiring after the health of old Mme. Duperron, who had kept it. for many years—so many, in fact, that no casual stranger could have suspected her to be of British origin. The Jockey Club was one of the channels through which the Prince of Wales kept in touch with French views, so that he was able to say with perfect truth, in the course of his memorable reception at the Hotel de Ville soon after his accession, that he always felt at home in Paris. Other boulevard clubs will share the fate of the Jockey one by one, as their leases run out. They will be compelled to retire to less central positions with less appalling rents.
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