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...France's capital with the most beautiful canvas in the show, Honore Daumier's golden glimpse of a washerwoman ascending the steps from the river to the Quai d'Anjou, where the painter lived. A few hundred yards farther down the river, Paris' crowded Pont Neuf, the city's oldest bridge despite its name, was painted by Girtin, Renoir, Pissarro. A farewell was paid to Paris by several artists, among them the Dutchman Johann Barthold Jongkind, with a lovely view of Notre Dame towering over the river barges...
When the Germans discovered that only sacrifice squads were left in the $500,000,000 Maginot fastnesses, in they poured through a gap gouged out at the Saar. They also crossed the Rhine at Neuf-Brisach, where floods from a dynamited French canal dam failed to deter them. Their bombers concentrated on rail traffic behind the fortresses and reported destroying 30 French railway cars, sending several loaded with munitions high in the air. Southward German motorized and nonmotorized columns "competed with each other in tremendous marches," said the exultant German communique...
...again on the march as early as 9 p.m. the night prior. It was moving up from Dusseldorf and Cologne and Aachen to cross the Dutch appendix province of Limburg and strike at the Liege forts (see map, p. 23); from Trier to strike through Luxembourg at Arlon and Neuf-chateau. At 5:20 a.m. the bombs started thudding into Brussels from 100 raiders that sloped over in waves. They killed 41 civilians, wounded 82. One gutted a house across the square from the U. S. Embassy. whose windows were smashed. Ambassador John Cudahy lost hearing...
...dead of night, and its contents are dropped noiselessly into the stream. What these contents are, let us not too curiously inquire. If the fishes leave anything, we shall probably hear of it from the officers of the Morgue. A dark, heavily veiled figure is pacing the Pont Neuf slowly and irresolutely. A human soul has been delivered over to the worm that dieth not. A sweet face is wan and pinched with agony; two wild eyes gaze down into the cold, whirling, gurgling water; there is a cry of despair, a frantic leap,-and a lost soul has rushed...