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...Mes Amis! That our party may grow to dominate all others, we must establish a Socialist daily newspaper. . . . Trop cher? No, it will not come too dear! . . . We must find only two million francs [$660,000]. . . . Tiens! Let each Socialist deprive himself of but ten hors d'oeuvres during the coming year. . . . With the price of these 'appetizers' we will finance our paper...
...Doumergue has been nicknamed "Le President qui rit." His smile is infectious. He speaks with all his heart and his heart is good, sensible, generous. A sturdy Gascon of Nîmes, he loves an occasional bull fight. "They please me," he once declared with habitual caution, "more than do some other spectacles that are supposed to be pleasant." The "other spectacles" included nothing not mentionable. M. Le President, though a bachelor, is accounted among the most celibate of that...
...career" began when, after becoming an influential lawyer at Nîmes, he was sent as a beady-eyed, black-mustached Magistrate, first to Indo-China (1890-92) and then to Algeria (1892-93). Returning, he was elected a Deputy, became a noted authority on colonial administration, held several of the lesser Ministries, became a Senator in 1910, and Premier...
...first name is pronounced Tha'-mes...
...that I should stab him in the chest with my carving skewer? Ha! Nom de Dieu! Standing at his filthy sink, he declared that my sauces stink, that they engender colic in delicate stomachs. My sauces! Sacre bleu! The pride of my cuisine. The pride of France. . . . "Mes amis, the sensibilities, the temperament of a great chef cannot be thus baited with impunity! Blood swam before my eyes. ... I skewered him it is true. . . . Next day he died at the hospital. . . . But it was to avenge my art, my sauces, my honor...