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Once every seven years the chic thing to do is to motor out from Paris to Versailles, taking in your Renault limousine a Senator. You are followed by 29 smart friends in eleven cars which should also contain two Deputies and Yvonne Printemps. You are perhaps the Baron de Rothschild—whichever one you like. With an air of going to Deauville for the Grand-Prix, you are off to the greatest race in France, "le Grand-Prix de I'Elysée," the election of the President of the Republic. Six thousand troops...
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