Deputies bustled into the Palais-Bour-bon last week for what was sure to be a wild scene, reception by the Chamber of new Premier Leon Blum, a prosperous and infirm old Socialist whose spidery limbs and thin beaked nose give him the air of a flamingo. Flapping gestures complete the illusion and Premier Blum last week was also bird-like in his air of being exquisitely preened and valeted. Spotless were his pearl-grey spats. Faint was his aroma of eau de Cologne. He had just set up one of the very largest Cabinets ever formed...
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