Word: qu
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Waving requisition slips, the agents moved into the slaughterhouses. Angry butchers spat out the question: "Qu'est-ce que c'est, cette fois?" ("Now what?"). In a few minutes the entire day's stock of meat at La Villette had been bought by the government and resold to the butchers at officially fixed prices. All day agents of the Contrôle Economique moved about Paris, to see that the newly pegged meat prices were respected...
While she bustled about the kitchen, M. Paul Miville-Dechêne, the Quebec Liquor Commission's chief accountant (at about $5,000 a year), was looking forward to the midnight Mass. A reserve lieutenant colonel and commander of the Régiment de Quêbec, le père had proudly announced that this year they would go to the Citadel Chapel. He knew that at the fortress chapel the children would get a treat-the singing of Minuit, Chretiens, now seldom heard in French Canadian churches,* as well as a Gregorian chant by a soldiers...
...Panama, there were low mutterings of "Qué horror!" (Outrageous!). From Havana, Trygve Lie cabled apologies. On his whirl through the Antilles and Central America, he had missed a banquet tossed for him by the Lions Club in Panama City's swank Union Club. Some 133 guests, including the entire diplomatic corps, the entire Panamanian Cabinet, the presidents of the National Assembly and Supreme Court, waited more than an hour before deciding that the U.N. Secretary-General had stood them up. Lie, reportedly annoyed when his official chauffeur got lost or mislaid, proceeded to Cuba. Panamanians were most piqued...
Along the narrow, tortuous streets of old Quebec City banners urged: "Allans à I'Exposition." At the rate of 31,000 a day les Québecois poured into town-children, priests, nuns, farmers from Beauce and Beaupré. On the fairgrounds down on the flats of St. François parish they drank gallons of petite bière d'épinette, a mild sort of Gallic root beer; ate tons of frites (French fried potatoes); the children rode the miniature airplanes and the loop-the-loops, jubilantly dizzy...
Common folk in Buenos Aires could hardly believe their ears: Juan Domingo Perón had told a congressional caucus that Argentina would fight beside the U.S. if there was another war. Furthermore, he was saying that U.S. Ambassador George S. Messersmith was a pretty fine fellow. Qué Diablo! Had the Strong Man fallen in love with the Vanquish Well, hardly. A British trade mission or two was in town (TIME, July 8) and Perón was playing hard...