A bitter French peasant in a Hawaiian grass skirt was driving a span of oxen at Brissac near Tours last week. In the same held another team pulled a heavy plow under the vicious prodding of a gold-laced Spanish matador. Out in the same farm's kitchen garden a Chinese mandarin was watering the kohlrabi. In the stable reporters found a sullen Frenchman in the bonnet and kilts of a Gordon Highlander forking manure.
Brissac's sartorial brilliance was all due to the will of the late Rufus Barlow. Born in New Canaan, Conn, many years...
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