Upon the boat train which slowly glided into Victoria Station, London, from Folkestone was Foreign Minister Aristide Briand, seven times Premier of France. Upon the station platform, ready to greet his French colleague, was monocled, natty British Foreign Secretary Austen Chamberlain, gifted son of "Brummagen Joe," surrounded by a crowd of officials, French and British.
M. Briand, looking older, slightly more rotund and as disreputable as ever he did, descended from his Pullman car and was met with effusive greetings from his British confrere. These urbanities over, the two statesmen posed for...
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