M. Poincare and the League of Nations From Our Own Correspondent Paris, June 28. (delayed).
Paris on Grand Prix day was a sight that made it difficult to believe oneself in the capital of a country which, according to cold financiers, is unable to make both ends meet. Not only was there an extraordinary display of wealth in the paddock but an enormous attendance. People of every class of society, from the lowest to the highest, had evidently made up their minds that the one event not to be missed under any pretext was the Grand Prix. Old Parisians whose way lay along the line of route to Longchamp yesterday, or who had the misfortune to have to cross it at any point west of the Etoile, declare that the sight surpassed anything within their recollection. The whole width of the Avenue de la Grande Armée, as well as of the other avenues leading from the Place de VEtoile to the ~Bois, was taken up by one incessant stream, or one might perhaps say torrent, of quickly moving and vociferous traffic. Limousines, big touring cars, char-a-banes packed with tourists, whirred by in a@ smooth, rapidly moving mass that gave the impression of a general but highly modern exodus. Crossing any of these avenues in the ordinary traffic-dodging fashion was impossible until after five o'clock. From time to time the policemen told off to regulate the traffic held un their white batons and made a dam so that the accumulation of; pedestrians could get across. It says something for the police that such an immense volume of traffic was regulated without serious accident.
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