Word: mme
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Accounts disagreed widely as to the reason of the nuptial cleavage. Some said that Mme. Kemal, ardent feminist, mixed in matters that did not concern her and was apt to treat her spouse with high-handed masterfulness. Other accounts said that the wife had found the husband unbearable, had decided to live with him no longer, had herself sought the divorce. Official statements discreetly said nothing. All that was definitely known was that about three weeks ago Mme. Kemal left Angora precipitately. Ministers of the Government were present to bid her farewell, but the President was conspicuously absent. Latife Hanoum...
Down the Champs Elysees, to ihe profound astonishment of Parisiens, came M. le capitaine et Mme. Delingette, in a chugging six-wheel automobile, "bespattered with sand from the Sahara Desert, clay from the Niger, black earth from the Congo and yellow mud and sand from the South African veldt...
...triumph of the new Senator was not unclouded; for shortly after the election he was informed that Mme. Caillaux, slayer* of Editor Calmette in 1914, had been severely hurt (dislocated hip and broken kneecap) when her automobile skidded into a tree on the way from Mamers, where the Caillaux estates are situate, to Le Mans, capital of the Department of Sarthe. Her first words on recovering consciousness were : "Was Joseph elected?" Apprised of the result, she uttered a cry of joy and was whisked off to a hospital, where an operation was performed. Senator-elect Caillaux rushed to his wife...
...Mme. Caillaux shot M. Gaston Calmette, editor of the Figaro, in his office for attacking her husband in his newspaper. Despite the fact that premeditated murder seemed established, the court before which she was tried acquitted her on the grounds that Calmette would not have died had he received proper medical attention...
...trunk. He approached gingerly, opened it. Ah! then he was just in time, for the trunk was filled with his valuables. After tapping his hip pocket to gauge his courage, M. Duflos let himself into the house. Placed conspicuously on a table was a letter addressed to his wife, Mme. Hugette Duflos, once a Comédie Francaise beauty about whom half Paris raved and about whom the other half would have raved had it not been raving about other beauties. M. Duflos, visibly agitated, tore open the letter, read...