Word: rue
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Cornelius van Dongen was one of the original fauves (wild beasts) of modern art. Today he is one of the tamest pets of Paris. At 75, he is a dapper and well-to-do gentleman who sports a Shavian beard and has a well-appointed studio on the fashionable Rue de Courcelles. Over the past 30 years he has become the most successful portrait painter in France. His models: just about everyone from Maurice Chevalier to Queen Marie of Rumania...
...work of Duquesnvy, an Italian sculptor. It was paid for by a rich citizen of Brussels, Belgium, in honor of the finding of the citizen's small son who was lost for a period of five days. The youngster was found at the corner of the Rue de L'Etuve and so the statuette was erected on the spot and in the position in which he was found. The Little Squirt on sale at J. AUGUST in the Square. Price...
...never had a sitter he admired more than Franklin Roosevelt. It was not hard to get F.D.R. talking, and he once told Jo his secret ambition. "Do you know," asked F.D.R., "that cheese shop in Paris on the Rue d'Amsterdam? . . . When I get through with this job of being President . . . I am going to open a cheese shop like that...
...past eight years, the citizens who live in Paris' Rue La Fayette-a busy, noisy street near the Gare du Nord -have had their blood pressure driven high by a series of poison-pen letters. The writer demanded money for keeping secrets most of the neighbors did not have. The charges, all phony, said such things as, "Your husband belonged to the Gestapo. If you don't bring me 50,000 francs I will denounce him to the police," or "I know who strangled your sweetheart. Send me 50,000 francs and I won't say anything...
Businessman Richard Deconnink, on a visit in Paris, was having lunch at his favorite bistro in the Rue de Mazagran on the Right Bank when he noticed something familiar about the man sitting at the next table. From the hors d'oeuvre through cheese and coffee Deconnink ransacked his memory. Suddenly he thought he remembered that in Lille, in 1943, he had seen the same man in a grey-green German uniform. Deconnink went to the nearest policeman, who checked the stranger's identity papers. They showed him to be Frederic Georges Branquez, traveling salesman from Lille. Said...