Word: valets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Even better than the Tiger, the Chief of Police of Paris knows the value of a perfect valet. Monsieur Jean Chiappe, like New York's Grover Aloysius Whalen, is sartorially pluperfect. He appears at inquests in a cutaway, dashes to the scene of midnight murders in a white tie. It was a beau geste when Chief Chiappe gave Clémenceau Valet Albert employment last week, not as a valet but as a special inspector of police. People who remember that the "Tiger" generally slept in his clothes, hardly ever allowed them to be pressed, and once wore...
...What will become of Albert and François?" Frenchmen asked each other last week with sympathetic little shrugs, hoped the answer of Fate would not be too hard. The two old servants were Georges Clémenceau's valet and chauffeur. His last act was to draw their hands to his lips and kiss them, just before he said: "I want no women and I want no tears! Let me die before men" (TIME...
...Victory lived on. With groping motions he made clear, in his lucid moments, that he wished his hands?the famous Tiger claws, cased day and night in kitten-soft grey gloves?to be held by the two men who were perhaps his closest, dearest, most faithful friends, Albert, his valet, Francois, his chauffeur...
...Ejected from a restaurant, he soon found out what his mother never taught him, that if you were a nigger you were degraded. The thing to do was find a menial job. You could be a "sweetback" (Negro gigolo). Taylor was not, but he was chauffeur, porter, valet. Later he toured with Circusman Ringling. But he was not satisfied. Something new was growing in him now-he wanted to sing the woes of his race. Like many a Negro he felt a queerly mixed hatred and love of his people...
...fortnight prior the 88-year-old War Prime Minister had returned to Paris from his summer cottage, told friends that he did not expect to live through the winter. Early last week his valet found the old Tiger in bed, breathing heavily, unconscious from a sudden heart attack. Worried specialists rushed to his bedside, administered oxygen, strychnine, summoned his son, his daughter, his grandson. They privately gave up hope that the old man could live through the night. They forgot the implacable will of Georges Clémenceau. The man who carried France through the dark winter...