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...stimulating"); 7) Verdante ("youth, freshness, unsophistication, innocence . . . only slightly warm, but definitely not cold"); 8) Aquagreen ("cool lakes in the northwoods"); 9) Turquoise ("peace, tranquility . . . calm tropical seas'"); 10) Azure ("sedate, reserved . . . slightly gloomy"); 11) Nocturne ("night shadows, despair, underworld"); 12) Purplehaze ("pronounced cooling effect"); 13) Fleur-de-lys ("pomp, dignity"); 14) Amaranth ("approaching sensuality and abandon"); 15) Caprice ("hilarious pink, carnival moods"); 16) Inferno ("burning buildings, panic, anarchy"); 17) Argent ("grey, everyday life...
Surprisingly from the Cathedral dashed - after the service - Mrs. Parmely Herrick and Chargé d'Affaires Norman Armour of the Embassy. Mrs. Herrick had been distraught earlier in the day, had fainted, inhaled smelling salts, revived. She now ordered her chauffeur to speed up the Champs Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe, guarded only by a single poilu. Acting from pure impulse, without notifying the authorities, Mrs. Parmely Herrick had resolved to place a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, as a last tribute from Ambassador Herrick...
Belgium. The Meuse overflowed at Liege with an attendant property damage greater than that caused by the German bombardment during the War. Train service throughout central Belgium was paralyzed for days, and the flax harvest partly swept away by the flooding of the Lys. King Albert personally directed the emergency measures taken to abate the Meuse valley floods. At Marchienne a motorboat funeral procession was observed...
Artist Sims paints what he sees with glittering fluency. A. Lys Baldry once declared that "few present-day painters equal him in acuteness of observation, fewer-still surpass him in mechanical skill. Although Mr. Sims' work somewhat reflects the rhetorical stiffness of Mr. Baldry's sentence, that is because he, like his critic, is a Britisher, and this quality is an immemorial part of the British intellect-an intellect never so ponderous as when it is airy and never so supple as when it is hard with scorn...
After lunch, the King drove up the Champs Élysées, lined with thousands of people who cheered lustily and shouted Vive Georges Cinq, and placed a wreath on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier which lies under the Arc de Triomphe...