The Paris Peace Conference, which rang down the final curtain this week, was epitomized in its closing days by a weary, dozing Yugoslav and an iron Russian who apparently never sleeps.
Ales Bebler of Yugoslavia roused himself with a start, realized that he had been called on to vote on a clause in the Rumanian treaty. "No," he said, and looked at Molotov, bellwether of the Slav bloc. Molotov frowned. "I mean yes," said Bebler. Molotov frowned harder. "I mean I abstain," babbled the Yugoslav. Molotov smiled.
After disposing of Italy in two days,...
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