Word: cotes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...where outboard racing is a more socialite pastime than in the U. S. There were enough, however, to make the series, after next summer's Gold Cup races, the most important U. S. motorboat contest of the year. Parisian Publisher Jean Dupuy is a director of the sporting Cote d'Azur Club on the Riviera. His teammates were Baron Rothschild and Marquis Gonzalo de la Gandara, whose father-in-law, Marquis d'lvanrey, builds Soriano motors. Spain and England sent two men each, Hungary and Sweden one. Italy, where motorboat racing is encouraged by the Government...
Both Rao and Cleary, it soon developed, were animal lovers. Cleary had a police pup chained to his bed. The dog wore a harness on which was graven the name "Screw Hater" ("screw" = guard). The Irishman also had a cote of 100 pigeons in his dormitory. Rao maintained a flock of 200 more on top of the prison storage house. Also his criminal lackeys had built him a little fenced garden, with flowers, benches and a milch goat. Both Cleary and Rao had passes permitting them to roam the island at will...
...their shells, boiled, dressed with garlic, stuffed back and served up sizzling hot on tin plates to be downed between gulps of rich red Chambertin. So delectable is the escargot that the best breeds of him are becoming scarce. To restrict snail-plucking, the Department Council of the Cote d'Or met lately at Dijon, soon found itself embroiled in a hopeless argument over the question of what is a snail...
Spoke M. Gallard, prefect of the Cote d'Or, witheringly: "No animal is game that one does not hunt for sport with a weapon. Does one need a gun for snails? Does one perhaps require horses and a pack of hounds? Does one sound a horn? But no! One simply pulls him off a wall with the fingers. That, messieurs, is not sport...
...long hours of retired nutmeg manufacturers, and provide the thin veneer of background to match the slurred R's of the midwestern matron. The refuge for Americans too far developed for the rubber-neck wagon excursions, however, is the American colony in Paris, which has its annex on the Cote d'Or, and which is equally empty of intellectual nourishment and stimulation...