Word: chez
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Through the somber streets of Clermont-Ferrand ran a frantic youth. "Protect me! My organization is out to get me!" he shrieked when he reached a police station. He said he had been summoned to a nearby villa, "Chez Lisette," where the other members of the "organization" had condemned him to death for treason...
...wife stepped into the basket. As 40 gallant soldiers of the Republic clung fast to its ropes, Boesmans launched into a flowery speech in praise of French sportsmanship. Just then the band struck up the Dutch National Anthem. "Tell the music to shut up," shouted Boesmans. "Lâchez tout!" (let it go) roared the crowd. Promptly the soldiers dropped the ropes and Boesmans soared aloft, while the crowd shouted: "Vive la Hollande...
...Trouble chez Renault. The crisis started when 2,500 workers at the nationalized Renault automobile plant struck for a ten-franc-an-hour raise. Their demands ran counter to the Government's hold-the-line policy (TIME, March 3), which the Communist Party (and its five Cabinet ministers) had approved. To deal with the situation, beetle-browed Benoit Frachon, Communist Co-Secretary General of France's General Federation of Labor, called in Eugene Henaff, a tough Communist disciplinarian (whose chief claim to distinction is that he has worn a red tie every day for the past eleven years...
...sang The Merry Widow's dashing Prince Danilo. Less vocal (for reasons of state), Britain's gamesome King Edward VII and gamey King Leopold II of the Belgians were just as intime chez Maxim. To many another princely sprig, millionaire, archduke and demimondaine of the fey '90s, Maxim's in Paris' rue Royale was the most elegant bistro in Europe, the gaudiest symbol of the mauve decadence. Its décor was the most glittery, its women the most ravishing, its top-drawer scandals the most toothsome. No Manhattan nightclub captain was ever so suave...
...Bouffe (The Greedy Imp) on St. Gregoire Street, where a baby porker ran around nuzzling the legs of diners, and apple pie arrived flaming in rum at the tables. They gobbled up the bread sticks, vin ordinaire (and extraordinaire) and hors d'oeuvres at the Cafe Martin, Chez Ernest and Chez Stien...