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After three weeks of desultory rioting, Paris suddenly became its ancient savage self. Mobs of veterans, of Communists, of screaming young Royalists tore through the streets. Some were headed by brass bands, some carried the tricolor, some the red flag. Each group was for a different cause but all were united against the small-mindedness of the Chamber of Deputies. In the broad Place de la Concorde occurred the bloodiest street battles Paris has seen since 1871. Drawn up at the opposite end of the square were blue-caped police, steel-helmeted Gardes Mobiles and mounted squadrons of the Garde...
...last week the antics of the more volatile Parisians have been unpleasantly reminiscent of General Boulanger to the harried cabinet of M. Chautemps. Thousands of police and brass-hatted Republican Guardsmen guard the Chamber of Deputies and other government buildings. Meanwhile, mobs of otherwise respectable citizens scurry up and down the boulevards, battling with the constabulary. The streets have been torn up and impromptu fortifications constructed; all cafes have closed their doors and brought their tables inside; rioters have braved the charges of the gendarmes and ruined all efforts of mounted squadrons to disperse them by tossing magnesium flares...
...over when his employer is out. In she flounces in her mistress's gown, squeals "Whatever mahst you think ahv me!," shows little of the high class lady's precipitousness toward adultery. Even the unexpected arrival of Prince Alfred, his polite donning of Josef's brass buttons and his performance of the candelabra ritual serve only to embarrass Josef and frighten Marie. In the end the Prince has met Marie's mistress, Josef has done his master a good turn, and candlelight is indicated for both parlor and pantry. Good shot: Josef posing as the Prince...
...morning last week ornate Buckingham Palace guardsmen raised their chins at a sound louder than the blare of their brass band which was just thumping out a change of the guard. Through a low-hanging cloud, with his motor back firing like a machine gun, slithered Flying Officer F. Smith's plane, falling directly toward the Palace. To Airman Smith the royal standard fluttering on Buckingham's staff showed that the King-Emperor was in residence. By desperate maneuvers Flying Officer Smith was barely able to lift his plane over the Palace roof and miss the flagstaff...
Died. Louis Joseph Vance, 54, fictionist (The Lone Wolf, The Brass Bowl, The Road to EnDor, The Trembling Flame, two score more), bridge player; mysteriously; in his Manhattan apartment where he lived alone. His body was found on the floor with head and shoulders, badly burned, resting on a blazing armchair. Friends said he was a constant and careless smoker, burned holes in pajamas, dressing gowns, bedcovers. An autopsy revealed that he was intoxicated when he died. Like the late Robert W. Chambers (see below), Author Vance was a onetime artist, a prodigiously prolific writer, a scorner of "literature...