Word: weekes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...sseldorf the sagacious Berlin detectives had in full swing last week two amazing ruses to trap the members of a Crime Club* supposedly patterned on the notorious 18th Century Cercle des Amis du Crime described by the "Marquis" de Sade. In the first place, the detectives arranged for a Düsseldorf stock company to put on a Sadistic drama likely to appeal to members of the Crime Club. Behind concealed peepholes commanding a view of everyone who entered the theatre stood persons-mostly girls-who had recently been slashed in the vicinity of Düsseldorf but had escaped...
Without waiting for emergency, President Doumergue called on Weygand last week, appointed him Chief of the French Army General Staff, actual head of the army. The promotion of Weygand, strict disciplinarian, frank militarist, was popular with all but Liberals and Socialists. Wrote the Socialist Le Peuple...
...Messieurs, what is it but snobbery-le snobbism epouvantable-which causes Frenchmen to buy foreign cars?" demanded Louis Renault, Dean of French motor makers, last week. "If foreign cars should come to dominate the French market, what a calamity! . . . To have lost a million and a half men in the war to escape German tutelage, only to fall under the tutelage of America! Mon Dieu that would be more than Frenchmen could bear! Tell these things to your readers-urge them to support the wise, the necessary law of M. Flandin." French reporters bowed and withdrew...
...sseldorf is grimy, hard and real, a city of 500,000 working souls, a mechanized inferno where the Gates of Hell turn out to be only blast furnaces. Last week in this German Pittsburgh baffled detectives and frightened citizens were enacting a tense, bewildering drama, macabre and outrageous...
Second and most macabre of the detectives' stratagems was a scene enacted every night last week in the more popular Düsseldorf beer halls. While the clinking of mugs and the chomping of sausages were at their height three black-clad detectives entered, carrying a coffin. Perhaps the orchestra had been playing the German jazz hit of the year: Ich Küsse Deine Hand, Madame! ("I Kiss Your Hand, Madame!")*As one of the detectives clapped his black-gloved hands, the jazz snapped off into thundrous silence...