Word: gallicly
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...memory endures in menus, viands and appetites the world over. A greeter, Oscar in his white chef's cap stood figuratively astride the gourmet banquet table like some culinary colossus, a familiar and beloved figure to trenchermen of his day. No such adulation has fallen on the narrow Gallic shoulders of Oscar's successor, Claudius Charles Philippe, 47. Son of a French chef, London-born Philippe migrated to the U.S. in 1929, stirred soup in a variety of kitchen pots, even sold Fuller brushes for a spell before going to the Waldorf as Oscar's assistant...
Everest-Sealer Sir John Hunt recalled for friends last week a splendid Gallic tribute from France's Alpine Club following his return in 1953 from Nepal. After a dry series of appropriately dignified ceremonies, Hunt and his fellow climbers were whisked away to a Left Bank nightclub. As the lights dimmed, out trotted a pride of chorus girls "absolutely nude except for a climber's rope that bound them together and which was tied in a series of knots not immediately familiar to me." Struggling toward an imaginary summit, the girls suddenly yipped a victory...
...time's nick, Mark Clark and his men ducked desperately into the wine cellar. Murphy, an aide and a French officer remained upstairs, tipsily greeted the cops, clanked bottles, sang noisily, urged the French police not to disturb the young ladies supposedly in an upstairs room. With Gallic gallantry, the cops searched routinely, left...
...doorstep. But mostly he stayed quietly indoors, peeping from behind the curtain, taking care of his pet rabbits, tending the children-Dorothy, Jimmy, Douglas, Harry, Freddy. In the birth certificates, Yvette listed the children's father as "unknown." The neighbors viewed the strange union with Gallic tolerance and were closemouthed with strangers. Three times in the 14 years French police came, looking for "a missing American soldier." Each time Yvette hid Wayne in a cubbyhole under the stairs. Back in Chillicothe, Mo., Wayne's father gradually gave up hope of ever seeing him again; in 1950 Wayne...
Author Guerard (The Hunted, Maquisard), 43, is a Texas-born Francophile who is currently professor of English at Harvard. He writes with a Gallic coolness and clarity, and with the sure French eye for the inhuman qualities of the human condition. This novel, his fifth, has both wit and wisdom, but his major characters are fated to sound like literary echoes: charming as Christiane is, she has been met before more charmingly in the pages of Colette; Anthony, in his bedridden sloth, his antisocial despairs, his wounded intellectual cries, has slouched through a long line of novels ranging from Ivan...