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at his makeup. "To the left!" cries the jury, and you pass in to the ball. But if you are unknown they will say simply, "Connais-pas! To the right!" and you pass down a long covered alley--confident, if you are a "nouveau," that it leads into the ball-room--until you suddenly find yourself in the street, where your ticket is torn up and all hope of entering is gone. It is hopeless to attempt to describe the hours until morning of this annual artistic orgy. As the morning light comes in through the windows, it is strange to see the effect of diffused daylight, electricity, and gas--the bluish light of early morning reflected on the flesh tones--upon nearly three thousand girls and students in costumes one might expect to see in a bacchanalian feast, just before the fall of Rome. Now they form a huge circle, the front row sitting on the floor, the second row squatting, the third seated in chairs, the fourth standing, so that all can see the dancing that begins in the morning hours--the wild impromptu dancing of the moment. A famous beauty, her black hair bound in a golden fillet with a circle wrought in silver and studded with Oriental turquoises clasping her superb torso, throws her sandals to the crowd and begins an Oriental dance--a thing of grace and beauty--fired with the intensity of the innate nature of this beautifully modeled daughter of Bohemia. As the dance ends, there is a cry of delight from the great circle of barbarians. "Long live the Quat'z' Arts!" they cry, amid cheers for the dancer. The ball closes about seven in the morning, when the long procession forms to return to the Latin Quarter, some marching, other students and girls in cabs and on top of them, many of the girls riding the horses. Down they come from the "Moulin Rouge," shouting, singing, and yelling. Heads are thrust out of windows, and a volley of badinage passes between the fantastic procession and those who have heard them coming. Finally the great open court of the Louvre is reached--here a halt is made and a general romp occurs. A girl and a type climb one of the tall lamp-posts and prepare to do a mid-air balancing act, when rescued by the others. At last, at the end of all this horse-play, the march is resumed over the Pont du Carrousel and so on, cheered now by those going to work, until the Odeon is reached. Here the odd procession disbands; some go to their favorite cafes where the festivities are continued--some to s
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