Word: garing
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...Doumergue. But M. Rakovsky did not bother to go near the Elysée Palace, where the President lives, and in order to avoid all farewells, friendly and hostile, he left in an apparent "huff" in an automobile, disappointing many people who went to see him off at the Gare du Nord...
...Paris, the scarlet pompons of the Garde Republicaine blazed around the Gare des Invalides. Bands played "The Star-Spangled Banner." General Pershing and Commander Savage proceeded at once to the Arc de Triomphe and the grave of the Soldat Inconnu. They had brought half a bronze wreath, the other half of which lay on the Unknown Soldier's grave in Arlington, Va. France's highest officialdom joined the Americans in two minutes of silence and a rigid salute, followed by Taps on a sad bugle through the drizzle...
Still conscious of a golf-ball bruise inflicted on his ankle by his son, Ambassador Myron T. Herrick returned from a vacation in the U. S. to his post at the U. S. embassy in Paris. In the Gare St. Lazare he was surprised to see that unusually elaborate police arrangements had been made for his arrival. At the embassy it was the same. From Sheldon Waterhouse, his charge d' affaires, Mr. Herrick soon gathered details...
...Theodore Rousseau, Director of the Paris branch of the Guaranty Trust Co. of Manhattan, waited one afternoon last week at the Gare du Lyons, Paris. In puffed a train. Out jumped a man both lean and spry. While porters panted, he sprinted with M. Rousseau for the latter's limousine, distanced newsgatherers, photographers. Then for a few days Secretary Mellon of the U. S. Treasury dwelt on the ancient Ile St. Louis, hard by Notre Dame, surrounded by the muddy Seine, ensconced at the venerable and opulent mansion of M. Rousseau whom the Secretary is said to address...
Sleeper. As Sir Austen Chamberlain rumbled toward the Gare du Nord, Paris, on his way to Geneva, a man was observed asleep in a motor car parked near the Nord station. A tired smile faintly curved his lips as he slept and a cigaret burned ever nearer his finger tips...