Word: frenchmen
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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British sailors in their stiff white duck hats, Frenchmen in their flat caps with red pom-poms and Dutchmen in their black streamered hats all but drank the local pubs dry. Field Marshal Montgomery, chief of Western Union's joint command, held a reception on board H.M.S. Implacable. The Netherlands' Prince Bernhard gave a cocktail party aboard the Tromp, which was named after one of the few admirals of any nation who soundly beat the British on the seas...
...numbers in a similar mood. General Sir Brian Robertson, now to be in high commissioner's mufti, has been firm and unruffled as British military governor. Scholarly, 62-year-old Andre François-Poncet, Ambassador to Berlin from 1931 to 1938, is one of those surprisingly numerous Frenchmen who want Germany as a good neighbor rather than as a chained foe. He has written: "With a little imagination, a little courage and good will, the problem of Germany can be solved. He who risks nothing wins nothing...
...younger daughter of Britain's King George VI, did the galleries, appeared circumspectly at a nightclub, danced until 2:30 a.m. at an embassy ball, and slipped through a garden gate to escape a carload of photographers determined to pursue her on a drive into the country. Frenchmen said of her: "Qu'elle est belle!" Reporters noted with approval that in nine public appearances she had worn nine different costumes. At the airport last week, when it was all over, Margaret murmured politely to her hosts: "I've had such a wonderful time...
Conchita Qintron, 26, girl bullfighter, drew ooohs and aaahs from 20,000 Frenchmen for her form-fitting black getup, but only perfunctory applause for her Paris debut in the ring. Since French law forbids the killing of bulls, cool-eyed Conchita went through her routines with wooden swords, made one "kill" by laying a handful of orchids daintily between her victim's horns...
...ambassador's diary, which is stolen from a Paris embassy and concealed aboard the Paris-Trieste-Zagreb express. As the train rushes on through the night, the plot drags tediously from one compartment to another, deliberately involving a whole gallery of British tintypes, a sprinkling of Frenchmen and a lone American G.I. In the resultant overcrowding, both action and suspense are very nearly suffocated. Following in a long line of brilliant British thrillers-on-wheels (e.g., Night Train, The Lady Vanishes), Sleeping Car rides at the end of a slow freight...