Your true swashbuckler cannot even rest without his sword. Nearly every day this month Marshal Josef Pilsudski, erratic War Minister and Dictator of Poland, has roared at some member of his entourage:
"What about my sword! Have those — — French found it yet? I want my sword!"
Apart from these outbursts the Marshal has been resting (almost to the point of apathy) in the soporific sunshine of
Madeira. When revolution seemed to threaten the little Portuguese isle, the "Lion of Poland" showed a tendency to yawn, to sprawl his...