Curling Atlantic waves swept in one morning last week over the long sand dunes on the sea coast just above Bordeaux. Occasionally a wave burst over the sea wall, spattered with tingling droplets an old man who sat hunched upon a bench, staring seaward. Grey skies shrouded the 85th birthday of Georges Eugene Adrien Clemenceau.
The granite-founded, verdant-wooded Vendee cradled the cub that was to grow into "Tiger" Clemenceau at the Chateau de 1'Aubraie, near Feole. Now on his little four-acre estate, Bels Ebats, in the Vendee, the old "Tiger" waits for Death. The...
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