Word: mon
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Mais, mon ami!" responded M. Briand, advancing a purposely weak argument, "I fear it would be a great hardship to move our troops in the cold winter months. Why not wait till Spring...
...fortnight of relentless pounding the little crippled Yorkshireman had driven into Latin heads that some sort of concession must be made to his demands. Shrewdly the French moved. Indignantly a question was raised by Prime Minister Aristide Briand: was the whole 45 million marks annual increase demanded by "mon cher M. Snowden" supposed to come out of the share in Reparations alloted to France (amounting to 54% of the total) ? Instantly, an actor taking his cue, the Governor of the Bank of France, potent Emile Moreau, was on his feet. With flashing eyes he cried, "If the whole of this...
...Scot Forgan was approached by two young men about to start a new business. They wanted him to buy some of their stock at $25 the share. Looking down his straight strong nose, Banker Forgan declared he could buy no stock. Said he: "I'm just a poor mon and I wor-rk for a sollery...
...diary with all attendant circumstances over 500 "first bobbings" without revealing the circumstances at all. The rapidly increasing popularity of the boyish bob gives me almost as much (purely mental) pleasure. I certainly would have become a barber and so permitted myself constant association with this dæmon of mine did not California have a license law requiring four years of study of shaving and men's haircutting (neither of which interest me). Lest you think I am a degenerate let me say that I am married, have two children, am 32 years of age, an army veteran...
...have ever read. There is no depth, no irony, only a flat-chested humor of the most nasal resonnance. The diction throughout is based on the questionable philosophy that France is full of Frenchmen. Little Arlette, the dyer-kiss do-de-o-do (but I loof heem, ah mon Dieu how I loof heem). Jacques the melancholy boulevardier (you ave hask me eef I spik ze English?), and Mimi the cockeyed marmoset, are really but two-dimensional characters. They never really exist. With that amen of thankfulness, let us ask ourselves how, even in the greatness of the economic waste...