Word: reynaud
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...subject of the disintegration of government, there is probably no better-informed man alive than Paul Reynaud. Premier of France in the last three months of the Third Republic. Reynaud saw (in the words of General de Gaulle) "the regime collapsing around him, the people fleeing, allies retreating, the most illustrious commanders defecting . . . The very exercise of power was no more than a sort of agony, strung out along roads, in the dislocation of services, discipline and conscience." Last week 76-year-old Paul Reynaud was in the van of a movement to stop threatening disintegration in France...
...with the Nazi legions rolling into a divided, defeatist country, Reynaud cried: "If a miracle is needed to save France, I believe in miracles because I believe in France." He called for "clouds of airplanes from across the Atlantic," but because he was driven back to Bordeaux, boxed in by collaborationist politicians and forced to yield the government to Marshal Petain, his overly optimistic rallying cries in 1940 are cynically remembered today...
Faure was the fourth choice to form a government, a man whom the party leaders themselves finally agreed was the best hope. "He is the exact middle," explained Elder Statesman Paul Reynaud. Shrewdly, the Assembly's old cuties had calculated that Faure was young enough, dynamic enough, and leftist enough to cut the ground from under Mendès with the voters. "His dialogue is left, his politics right. This is a very useful arrangement," said one supporter...
Churchill's opposite number in France, Paul Reynaud, was a man of "innate loyalty and pluck." But the men who stood closest to Reynaud were, in Spears's eyes, a diversity of wet blankets with a single aim-to extinguish the fire in their Premier's heart. The chief among them...
...back in his seat. One by one the Deputies drifted in. Dapper ex-Foreign Minister Georges Bidault, sniffing revenge (Mendès replaced him during the Geneva Conference), set down his briefcase, happily opened a newspaper. He was followed by 76-year-old Paul Reynaud, who sat in the fifth row, his old hooded eyes staring straight in front and his head nodding constantly with a nervous tic. The galleries were jammed with spectators, among them Mendès' pretty wife. Outside stretched a long line of people hoping to be admitted to the few public seats...