Among U. S. tourists massed eagerly outside the Palace of the President of France one day last week was a little woman in a simple summer frock. Severely a Paris gendarme told her to move on. Obediently she moved. "Imbecile!" hissed a plain clothes agent of the Sûreté Generale at the startled gendarme. "C'est Madame Straus!"
In time's nick the wife of the new U. S. Ambassador to France was escorted into the courtyard of the Elysée, permitted to loiter there. Up whirled a motorcade of twinkling French Government cars, disgorged the U....
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