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...woman stalked into Guerlain's shop on the Avenue des Champs-Elyseés. She had a complaint to make to the proprietor in person: "Monsieur, your perfume doesn't smell as good as it used to." One of the dignified old gentlemen who now run the company snapped: "My perfume never changes. If anything doesn't smell as good as it used to, it must be you, Madame...
...Monsieur Verdoux (United Artists), Charles Spencer Chaplin's first film since The Great Dictator (1940), is the story of a middle-aged French bank clerk who loses his job during a depression. Tenderly devoted to his invalid wife, his little boy, and their security, and disastrously ill-equipped to fend for them in a prolapsed economy, he nevertheless manages to set up in business for himself. The business: murder...
...were held. Then came the decree, signed by the President of the Government and the Ministers of Industrial Production, Finance and National Economy. It said: "All mining installations, materials, patents and licenses, buildings for housing the workers and other industrial chattels belonging to the Tremolin Mining Corporation, owned by Monsieur Jacques Garden are confiscated and declared state property...
Last week a reporter of the Paris newspaper France-Soir visited the expropriated Monsieur Garden, found him in shirtsleeves in a shabby little house. Said the lean old man: "The Tremolin coal trust, c'est moil" Then Gardon led the reporter to his backyard to see the mine fields. "There it is," said Gardon. "I see nothing," replied the puzzled reporter. "Voila, behind the bush...
...Mignot, a biology teacher: "His Taylor* system marks the beginning of modern slavery." Paris youngsters (who belong to the jeep, not the tin-Lizzie era) did not even know his name, and many an oldster shuddered at it. Said grey-haired Gaston, headwaiter at Lavrue's: " Voyez-vous, Monsieur Ford gave us speed. In the old days, Parisians drove their four-in-hands around the boulevards at a civilized ten kilometers an hour. That was happiness. Are we to thank M. Ford...