An old man trudged briskly into the library of the Senate, last week. There he demanded one of the obscurer works of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. The old man's whiskers drooped and his oily skin crinkled in little gleaming lines. His short stature and bulky form were nondescript, commonplace. Yet at the sound of his imperious voice the librarian looked up and started back. The eyes and bearing of M. Georges Eugene Benjamin Adrien Clemenceau have ever compelled instant respect and usually instant obedience.
Gradually the 84-year-old "Tiger" softened, as several veteran Senators...
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