Word: rue
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Mellon cheerful, well bronzed with vacation tan, obstinately refused to do anything but enjoy himself. He purchased outrageously hued pajamas in the Rue de la Paix. He motored innocuously in the Bois de Boulogne. He even "saw sights." Only once could it be discovered that he "dined in conference." Even that was a mere luncheon at the home of M. Rousseau, attended by two U. S. financiers: Benjamin Strong, Governor of the Federal Reserve Bank and Dwight W. Morrow of J. P. Morgan & Co. Finally Mr. Mellon dropped in at the U. S. Embassy and was reminded of a duty...
...desk, just prior to the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, Premier Clemenceau resembled so vividly a tiger about to spring that many of his associates have since confessed to feeling a twinge of animal terror course down their spines. . . . Now the Tiger has retired, dwells quietly at 8 Rue Franklin, Paris, proclaims to his friends (TIME, April 5) that he treads the brink of the grave. He is 85. But even as he speaks of death, the unquenchable fire darts from his eyes. The grey, suede-gloved hands have still the air of sheathing tiger claws. . . . Last week...
...Bordeaux, in a rue Ste. Catherine charcuterie (delicatessen), one Desirée Dumas sliced bologna. Her store cat watched harpy-like, leaped at a falling morsel, seized it, rushed outside, scuttled under the house. Mile. Dumas had sliced off her finger...
...corner of the Boulevard des Italiens and the Rue du Helder, six more U. S.-freighted charabancs were held up by a crowd of well-dressed Frenchmen-seemingly by no means roughs. Several policemen appeared, attempted to interfere, were restrained by the inceasing ugliness of the mob, advised "Les Amér- icains" (about half of these being English and German and less than one-quarter U. S. citizens) to climb from their busses and scuttle off. The advice was taken. No injuries...
...London (TIME, July 5), Alfonso XIII, high-spirited, sartorially perfect, fundamentally virile, troubled himself far more over purchasing a new racing car, than with rumors that the French police had barely thwarted an attempt upon his life. While his Queen, Victoria Engénie, shopped in the Rue de la Paix, the King's motor attained a speed so terrific on the broad Champs Elysées that he distanced not only his official escort but also several motorcycle policement, who, not knowing his identity, gave chase with intent to accomplish his arrest...