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Died. Isaac Meltzer, fiftyish, known to thousands of U. S. tourists as the hyper-peppy U. S. newsboy at Paris' Café de la Paix, in winter at Cannes and Nice; by leaping from the window of the Paris office of the New York Times...
...needed no protection. The crowd, including many women and children, began to yell "Vive Daladier! Vive la Paix!" Flowers were strewn in his path. An impromptu parade was organized for him. France had expected war at any hour. Few men bothered then to inquire what price had been paid for peace. Daladier struck while the emotion was hot, called the French Parliament to a short, 23-hour session to ratify what he had done. Presented thus with an accomplished fact, the realistic deputies voted approval 535-to-75, almost lone objectors being the intransigent Communists. So Edouard Daladier stayed...
...high silk hat, vulgarly called a "stovepipe" or a "plug." It was the universally accepted insignia of respectability and gentlemanliness. And as to his "walking down Broadway" in it, that had no more connotation of an American Pope than his walking down Piccadilly, the Rue de la Paix or Unter den Linden would have connoted an English, French or German Pope. In fact, I never heard of any one taking the Doctor's phrase for an intimation that he desired to see an American Pope until I read it in Frank McGlynn's letter...
...Enclosure at Ascot. Tickets are most carefully issued, ticket-holders must be recognized, detectives snoop about behind the rather shoddy French chairs in the showrooms, ready to pounce on cameras or sketch pads, weapons of the style pirates. Two other facts are important: 1) Though the Rue de la Paix is firmly connected in the public mind with fashion houses, hardly any of the important establishments remain on that brief street; 2) Many of the top-flight French designers are not French...
...morning fortnight ago Travelers Bank on Rue de la Paix, Paris posted a blue-penciled sign on its door: "The bank will open tomorrow at noon." But the bank did not open the next day, nor the next nor the next. No one could explain why it had closed, least of all its employes. Finally on complaint of some annoyed customers who wanted their money, French officials closed it tighter than ever by sealing the vaults. Apparently the only person who could solve the mystery was the bank's founder, principal owner and undisputed boss, Bertrand Coles Neidecker...