Word: parisiens
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...editorial desk of Petit Parisien sat the charming relict of the late Senator Paul Dupuy, famed Gallic publicist, looking over the latest batch of U. S. comic strips for her Sunday edition. Now and again as she listened to the hum of the presses she wondered whether today she had-scooped Senator François Coty, famed Gallic parfumier and editor of the new Ami du Peuple and other papers...
...Dupuy, it was said, would absorb several liberal papers with her Petit Parisien, while M. Coty planned on various expansions and absorptions with his politically-conservative, journalistically-yellow papers. The Dupuy interests are valued at some $15,000,000 while M. Coty likes to be told he is one of the half-dozen richest men in the world...
...Road. Only a French journalist could chatter of White Slavery with such inoffensive skimming swiftness as Monsieur Albert Londres has attained in The Road to Buenos Ayres. The man is a magpie?a shrewd one?and a correspondent of Le Petit Parisien. When Argentine passport officials asked dapper Magpie Londres why he proposed to land at Buenos Aires, he blithely chirped: "Mes amis, I have come to see your souteneurs, your pimps...
...with 15 editions a day, with 18,000 out-of-town distributing agents, with a reputation built on conservatism rather than sensationalism, is in the hands of a woman. U. S. born and bred Mme. Paul Dupuy (née Helen Browne of Manhattan) took charge of the Petit Parisien last year when her husband died. Last week, recovering from an operation, she sat in bed, talked into a telephone, directed her editors to put such-and-such on the front page, to ignore so-and-so. U. S. correspondents called at her Paris apartment and she told them...
That irrepressible Parisien, M. Louis Dolgara, smart critic, minor poet, submitted on a wager, last week, to an horrific sentence which he has often passed on other poets: "They ought to be thrown to the lions." At Le Cirque, de Paris rash Poet Dolgara entered a cage replete with mangy kings of beastdom and sat down to read selections from his poems. He declaimed for half an hour. The weary lions yawned, then dozed, then slept. Triumphant, impertinent Louis Dolgara emerged to jest: "My fame shall be greater than Daniel's! My work has stood trial by lions...