Andre Tardieu, 63, the baldish, bankerish French statesman whose countrymen used to call him "I'Americain" for his bustle and bluntness, lay gravely ill last week at Menton after a nervous breakdown. He was the last living French signer of the Treaty of Versailles, and as Death knocked at his door, the last bitter fruits of that treaty were dropping off history's tree into the ample lap of France.
If his shaken mind could form the thoughts, sick Andre Tardieu must have given thanks that France, in this dark hour brought on by his...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
