Word: moulins
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...Moulin, a young Belgian professor, had smuggled into Italy and secretly distributed anti-Fascist leaflets. When for this crime he was sentenced to only two years in jail, Fascists shrugged, "Well, what could the Tribunal do? Our Crown Prince has just married a Belgian" (TIME...
Seemingly this nuptial fact was the basis on which King Vittorio Emanuele III ventured last week to pardon Leo Moulin who has served but eight months of his sentence. Stiffly the Dictator's office announced that a special guard would accompany Professor Moulin to the frontier; he would never again be allowed inside Italy...
...Paralelo, Barcelona's trolley terminus and rowdiest thoroughfare, at the foot of towering Montjuich. Here, he had been informed, female entertainers were celebrating the liberty of the Republic by dancing in the raw. Po licemen looking strangely British in scarlet tunics and blue helmets, swooped down on the Moulin Rouge and the Royal Concert.* There was no objection until word was passed that two rival establishments, the Apollo and Pompeii, were undisturbed. Managers, customers, girls and waiters went out to battle. Beer bottles crashed through the windows. Heavy saucers hummed through the air. An Andalusian blonde was felled...
Already he was developing his faculty for meeting and making friends with great men. Sober-faced Will Rothenstein was as thrilled at chatting with Degas, dining at the Cafe Royal with Oscar Wilde, going to the Moulin Rouge with Toulouse-Lautrec, as a young U. S. executive might be at lunching with Sidney Zollicoffer Mitchell or Albert Wiggin. After four years in Paris he was sent to Oxford to do a series of portraits of famed Oxonians. Wrote his friend Max Beerbohm...
...Italian mother. He was educated in Vienna and Berlin, traveled everywhere, stayed in New York long enough to become a U. S. citizen, spent most of his life in Paris. He hated the rive gauche, and his studio was not on Montparnasse but on Montmartre, right next to the Moulin Rouge, among the music halls, zinc bars, hack stands and sporting houses whose employes and habitues were his models and friends. A few initiates knew that his last name was not Pascin but Pincas. Nobody knew his first name: it was something Bulgarian roughly translated by a French passport official...