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...Henri Le Gay, the port director of Rouen, likes to climb the hill north of his city on clear days and look down on the port. Last summer he took some Americans to the top of his hill and told them that "without your aid, we could never have rebuilt this city...
Romance with Head Cold. When The Blue Bird was produced in Paris, the author's eyes lingered on a lively girl who played the part of "Cold-in-the-Head." He took her home to the ancient Benedictine abbey near Rouen which he had bought as his residence. Eight years later, when Cold-in-the-Head was 27, the 57-year-old poet forsook Georgette and married her. They reconverted a huge gambling casino on a hillside overlooking Nice. There they settled down...
Died. Pierre Petit Cardinal de Julleville, 71, gaunt, intellectual Archbishop of Rouen and Primate of Normandy; in Rouen. A leader in French Catholic education, he became a medical corps sergeant in World War I, later served as a chaplain, was twice decorated for bravery under fire...
...steep hill outside Rouen, 80 miles from the finish, Robic pumped his way ahead. A few hours later, he zoomed victoriously across the finish line in Paris' Pare des Princes, raising both hands over his head in a risky gesture to the glory of France. Then he rushed into the arms of his pretty brunette wife, whom he had married three days before the race began. His time: 148 hours, 11 minutes, 25 seconds. His prize: 500,000 francs ($4,197.50) and a probable three or four million francs more in future exhibitions and endorsements...
...moneyman is Jacques Coeur, royal financier of Charles VII (the weak Charles of Joan of Arc's day). Joan has long since been burned at the stake in Rouen, but the wicked English still hold the city, and one of Jacques' jobs is to turn them out. Another is to find Charles a new mistress. Along a country road comes golden-haired Valerie Maret, beautiful in her tender innocence and tattered cloak. "By St. Martin of Tours," cries Jacques. "Remarkable! There can be no doubt about it. Yes, my argus-eyed Nicolas, this...