Fat French statesmen vanquish their weight by their vivacity. When Foreign Minister Briand of France lights his inevitable cigaret, chats with it bobbing between his lips and winks now and then a twinkling eye, then his fat is forgotten and the lines of care upon his face seem laughter's wrinkles. Last week he welcomed at Paris his good and amiably-intentioned friend, Sir Austen Chamberlain, Britain's Foreign Secretary, whose back is like a ramrod and whose monocle is more than glacial. Cordial greetings passed between them. Soon they sat down to discuss the...
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