Word: chateauful
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...staff car with standard camouflage (netting over the roof), King George motored to the chateau, in a provincial town well back of the British lines in France, where lives Britain's field commander, Viscount Gort. The King was accompanied by his brother H. R. H. Major General the Duke of Gloucester, who is Lord Gort's chief liaison officer; also Equerry Piers Legh, Private Secretary Sir Alexander Hardinge, a Scotland Yardsman carrying the royal gas mask and red dispatch case. Lord Gort spent the next few days arduously escorting his sovereign house guest hither & yon through the lines...
...Polish special finally stopped 188 miles from Paris in Angers, sedate and historic capital of the old duchy of Anjou. This province was the patrimony of Henry III of Valois who in 1573 was elected King of Poland. Appropriately Angers, with its "Chateau of the King of Poland" and along the Maine its "Wharves of the King of Poland," was chosen by the French Cabinet to serve as the expatriate "Capital of Poland...
...Paris chuffed last week a special train crammed with statesmen and ambassadors. Speeding through the "Chateau Country" it rolled down the beauteous Valley of the Loire on an extra-special mission. Aboard were nearly all members of the new expatriate "Government of Poland" recently set up at Paris (TIME...
Newer and distinctly more practical for the impoverished Poles is the pleasant unhistoric chateau in which President Raczkiewicz will reside, surrounded by spreading vegetable gardens and big cow pastures. With any luck, the new Polish colony of 75 in Angers will be able to grow much of its own food. The gold reserve of the Bank of Poland was successfully smuggled out during the German invasion, gives the expatriate Government a fat nest egg of $80,000,000-but it is not supposed to be used for current expenses...
...gaunt chateau in France, the back-wash of the French theatre take refuge as the years creep up on them, creasing their faces and withering their voices. There they sit, listening to the echoes of long-dead applause, hoping "their public" will call them back to the boards. Not very attractive material, but the French don't seem to worry about the superficial aesthetics of their pictures. They just brush up some sure-fire actors, plaster them with depressing make-up, and let the cameras grind. In the really good French films, they create an aesthetic standard all their...