Word: gallicisms
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...until one evening a couple of gendarmes guarding the railroad bridge challenged a shadowy figure, gave chase, and ran him down. It was Town Constable Magne. Said he with quick resourcefulness: "I have a rendezvous with a lady. As a man of honor I cannot divulge her name." But Gallic chivalry could not conceal the paintbrush and paint bucket Magne was holding. Charged with being a whitewashing police officer by day and a paint-slapping Communist by night, Constable Magne was fired last week...
...elections was the Assembly able even to agree on a new cabinet, and then it was stuffed with men who had been rejected once, twice, or three times before. With rare exceptions, French politics is a machinery of blocs, not individuals, of party regulars more interested in Gallic theories than in Spartan responsibilities...
With these words from the Gospels as his text, a Dominican priest has reworked one of the great Christian parables. Being a Frenchman and something of a man of action too (he fought in the Resistance-TIME, Aug. 11), Father Raymond L. Bruckberger tells his tale with a Gallic verve that makes his theme contemporary as well as timeless. The parable of the Golden Goat...
...eating," says the ample Frenchman who is known to all Gallic gourmets as Prince Curnonsky, "has nothing to do with the need for nourishment." The propagation of this great truth has brought the 220-lb. prince not only his title and his brave paunch but an endless succession of free meals. His only regret is that he realized it so late. Born plain Maurice-Edmond Sailland, he ate well, as most people do in his native Loire valley, up to the age of 15, but only for the sake of sustenance. Then his wealthy family hired an illiterate peasant girl...
...Hotel de Ville. Most notable item served: champagne. Frothing like a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck '37, a British Dry announced: "You don't invite a vegetarian to dinner and then serve meat. You know, this wouldn't happen in any other country." With impeccable Gallic aplomb, the maitre d'hotel ushered the foaming Drys to a separate table set with walnut juice and other soft drinks. The Frenchmen stayed where they were, and before very long sent out for more champagne...