Hard-bitten French pilots piled their fighting planes full of flowery bouquets at Havre last week, zoomed aloft with warlike clatter. Circling around the incoming 5. S. He de France, they dived and swooped, strewed the great ship's decks with roses. Amid tootling whistles, dinning sirens, blaring bands, and frantic shouts of "vive Laval!" the Premier of France came home and brought home Daughter Jose. To French reporters she babbled, "America is a fairyland! Its women are beautiful! Its character is best interpreted by its man-built wonders,...
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