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After a 45-minute chat, Mr. MacDonald sped from M. Briand's office to the Gare de Lyons. Before his train chuffed out he talked to French correspondents with unwonted bonhommie. "I couldn't pass through Paris without seeing M. Briand, messieurs!" cried Pere MacDonald while Daughter Ishbel beamed. "Say simply that two old friends have met. The visit was purely personal. My old friend 'happens' -I place the emphasis on 'happens'-to be Prime Minister of France...
...holes on the St. Cloud golf course. The course is 6,507 yds. long. Boomer averaged 107 yds. per shot, including puts and approaches. For Gene Sarazen who came in third they had in readiness a white-tired automobile to speed him to the Gare St. Lazare where puffed a boat-train for Havre...
Again spoke the U. S. Secretary of State, making a reference to French Foreign Minister Aristide Briand, granting him inspirational credit in the authorship of the treaty. Twenty-five minutes later Mr. Kellogg was in a train which rattled into the Gare St.-Lazare, Paris, 45 minutes ahead of schedule, to the discomfiture of newsmen, of whom only one, forlorn, was present. U. S. Ambassador Myron Timothy Herrick, prominent welcomer, arrived at the station late...
...from Cleveland returned last week to Paris aboard the chic, sumptuous S. S. Paris of the French Line. Landing at Havre, he was welcomed by the Mayor. Stepping off his train at the Gare St. Lazare, he was embraced by the Military Governor of Paris, sleek General Henri Joseph Etienne Gouraud. French throngs jammed the station, crying "Vive L'Ambassadeur! Vive Herrick!" Not often does France welcome so tried and sterling a friend as the U. S. Ambassador, Myron Timothy Herrick, who returned, last week, after a long, treacherous illness at his home in Cleveland, to Paris, his other home...
Wild Geese, brushing across a cobwebbed sky, become for Judith Gare the symbol of a freedom she achieves when her father's avarice finally traps him into death. Spots of melodrama, blotches of theatrical emotion do less, to mar the story than to prove that sincere acting can make these defects seem trivial. Belle Bennett (whose reward for a fine performance in Stella Dallas has been a succession of mediocre roles) and Eve Southern (who wore dark hair and a fixed expression in The Gaucho) are competent to effect a more than satisfactory transposition of Martha Ostenso...