Word: primed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With his trunks unpacked, one of the first official acts of Prime Minister Scullin was to lead his new Cabinet one by one before the omnivorous eye and ear of the talking cinema. Mindful of British and U. S. audiences he said...
...sleepy Orange. Stocky, pugnacious, eloquent he caught the eye of the boss-politician of central France, famed Edouard Herriot, spellbinding Mayor of Lyons. Edouard gave Edouard a leg up into the Chamber of Deputies in 1919, and fora time Edouard toadied to Edouard in return. When Mayor Herriot became Prime Minister in 1924 he popped Henchman Daladier into the Ministry of Colonies, later got him the portfolio of War in the Cabinet of statesman-mathematician Paul Painleve...
Three years ago Edouard quarreled with Edouard. M. Herriot's luck had turned. He had lost in succession both his second Prime Ministry (TIME, Aug. 2, 1926) and the Presidency of the Chamber of Deputies. He was losing his grip on his party (Radical Socialist). Edouard Daladier saw his chance. With sly intrigue and ruthless, slashing, open vituperation he routed his patron at the Party Congress two years ago, seized the Presidency of the Radical Socialists for himself. After all there are some 20 party groups in France. Outside his own Edouard Daladier remained only a vaguely familiar name...
Though led by Briand, greatest statesman of the Left, the Cabinet was really the old coalition Government of Prime Minister Raymond Poincaré, "The Lion of Lorraine," greatest statesman of the Right, who was forced by illness to resign on the eve of the Hague Reparations Parley (TIME, Aug. 5). Left cannot lead for long where Right has led. In the Hague emergency M. Briand accepted the thankless, tightrope-walking task. Last week with the curt frankness of an aging, tired man, he told the Deputies that he knew they would soon oust him, begged them in the name...
...fortnight prior the 88-year-old War Prime Minister had returned to Paris from his summer cottage, told friends that he did not expect to live through the winter. Early last week his valet found the old Tiger in bed, breathing heavily, unconscious from a sudden heart attack. Worried specialists rushed to his bedside, administered oxygen, strychnine, summoned his son, his daughter, his grandson. They privately gave up hope that the old man could live through the night. They forgot the implacable will of Georges Clémenceau. The man who carried France through the dark winter...