Word: muret
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Dates: during 1951-1951
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...found in the bed of a well-known lady. His political friends hastened to explain that they had used the room for a Socialist Party caucus and that Auriol's eye had popped out in a moment of oratorical exuberance. This happened to be the truth, but Muret's citizens preferred to believe a more entertaining account of how the eye got in the bed; delighted with their gallant representative, they elected him with a larger majority than ever...
Auriol made Muret (pop. 4,368) one of the best-run and most progressive towns in southwestern France. He built a municipal hospital, two new parks, a radio station and a special school for training crippled children.When visitors asked him the reason for the town's prosperity, Auriol would explain: "It's Socialism." Other Muret citizens had a more personal explanation: "It's Auriolism...
...Doctor Disappeared. On July 10, 1940, in the Casino at Vichy, the deputy from Muret was one of 80 members of the Chambre des Députés who, against an opposition of 569, voted no to giving plenary powers to Pétain. Because of his stand, he was imprisoned for seven months, then sent home to Muret under house surveillance. When the Germans occupied the southern zone in November 1942, Auriol was marked for arrest again. Just two steps ahead of an SS division, Vincent and his wife slipped away from the house at Muret...
...cavernous palace, Auriol lives as simply as he does in Muret. He is up every morning at 6. A few minutes later, he brews himself some coffee on the hotplate which stands in his bedroom. For the next two hours and a half, he works in his bedroom on papers set out the night before. At 9, after a walk in the palace gardens, he joins Madame Auriol for breakfast. By 9:30 he is back at his desk receiving his personal secretaries, (including Paul Auriol, who lives with his wife and two sons in another wing of the palace...
Weekends, the Auriols stay in a secluded, six-room, one-telephone hunting lodge in the forest at Marly-le-Roi, near Versailles. But every August, for a real vacation, they go back to the rose-walled house in Muret, close by the swift-flowing Louge. This is the France which Vincent Auriol, with a Frenchman's passion for the soil, loves best...