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...Halifax, Dartmouth and on Cape Breton Island, thirsty Nova Scotians queued up on the sidewalk white shutters came down, doors were opened and government liquor stores began to operate for the first time since Nova Scotia formally abandoned Prohibition last November (TIME...
...word-tributes paid to Ferdinand Foch last week−and the few speeches of French statesmen were almost incredibly Spartan and brief−perhaps the most significant was uttered by a certain Mile. Breton, telephone operator to Foch from 1924 until last week. As she came to sit at her little switchboard, in the gate keeper's lodge of the Marshal's residence, Mile. Breton said...
Died. Lillie Langtry (Lady de Bathe), 76, of Monte Carlo, onetime actress and "toast of two continents"; of influenza; in Monte Carlo. Her real name was Emelie Charlotte ("Lillie") Le Breton. She was born in St. Helier, Isle of Jersey, the daughter of the very Reverend Dean of the Isle. She had six brothers. To the island, in a tempest, came Irish yachtsman Edward Langtry, son of a Belfast ship-merchant. He was offered refuge with the Le Bretons, fell in love with the gloriously budding daughter, married her two years later, took her to London. There...
...cubism, vorticism, other truculent cults, is quite defunct. There was little that was crude, nothing that was incoherent. Gaugin's bizarre self-portrait seemed to link his face with his own favorite Tahitian fruits; the sardonic humor of the piece was queer but clear. He displayed also a serene Breton landscape, a lovely canvas which could cause no retching among the most conservative. Forain's aphrodisiac The Charleston showed two vibrant white dancers, several paunchy satyr-spectators, was a triumph of contemporary comment. Picasso's The Mother, a suggestion of haggard peasantry, was as successful in another field. There were...
...fisherfolk don't read the papers," said sturdy Breton Bougrad some days later, "All we knew was that it must be a Belgian. . . . We wrapped it in a tarpaulin, lashed it across our stern, and put straight in to Boulogne...