Like all things finite, the eighth Assembly of the League of Nations at Geneva came to an end.
Talk. It was during a monotonous discussion of architect's plans for the building of a new home for the League. French Foreign Minister Aristide Briand dozed, snored, awoke, fidgeted. Suddenly he sat upright, waved to German Foreign Minister Gustav Stresemann to follow him outside. Both statesmen arose. M. Briand annoyed the earnest delegates by knocking over a chair and received their concentrated glare for his clumsiness.
Dr. Stresmann, grinning amiably, waited for the French statesman...
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