Word: les
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with roses. Amid tootling whistles, dinning sirens, blaring bands, and frantic shouts of "vive Laval!" the Premier of France came home and brought home Daughter Jose. To French reporters she babbled, "America is a fairyland! Its women are beautiful! Its character is best interpreted by its man-built wonders, les skyscrapers! I certainly hope to return. It is possible, however, that I shall accept an invitation to join a French expedition which is going to Timbuktu, crossing the Sahara desert in caterpillar automobiles...
...brought up to be manager of his family textile mills at Elbeauf, France, an uncongenial job from which the War rescued him. Since he spoke English Maurois was made liaison officer to the Ninth Scottish Division, then to British G. H. Q. His first book was about English troops (Les Silences du Colonel Bramble ) but sold well in France. After the War Maurois worked three days a week at business, three at writing. Gradually he became literary entirely. Last year he visited the U. S., lectured for a term at Princeton University. He lives in Paris with his second wife...
There should be at least one Babbitt course in every Harvard man's curriculum if only because he is Harvard's most honouredd prophet in every country but his own. This particular one carries on the good only family fond; Babbitt, I., vs. Rousseau et al. You'll enjoy Les Confessions (the English editions are expurgated) along with an apple and a fire on a few could autumn evenings; and when spring rolls around there's La Neuvelle Heloise to be read aloud on the shores of Walden Pond. You'll learn all about conchiliomania (a disease...
...muttered. Nobody had seen Caviglioli, nobody would say what he looked like. As the season progressed French thrill-seekers from the mainland† decided that Caviglioli the Bandit was a myth. Last week Caviglioli the Bandit appeared where the tourists were thickest, at the new Corsican resort of Guagno les Bains. Caviglioli turned out to be a squat, middle-aged fellow with a weather-beaten face, two pistols in his belt and two nephews, similarly armed, at his elbows. They appeared first at the Grand Hotel. The proprietor made no resistance but sent a frightened chambermaid scurrying from room...
...successful day for les Caviglioli. From the Grand Hotel they went on to the Continental, where they collected $200. They then called at the Hotel Costa (stopping en route to pluck $120 from the owner of a seaside villa) and demanded $160. The Costa's proprietor did not have that much in his till, but he helped the Cavigliolis collect it from the guests. By now it was getting late. Caviglioli & nephews retreated to the mountains but their luck still held. On the way back they met a party of motorists enjoying a basket picnic. The Cavigliolis collected watches...