Parisian publishers cannot get M. Georges Eugene Adrien Clemenceau, famed "Tiger of France," to write his memoirs. They can only console one another by making a good story out of his sharp, testy rejoinders when they approach him. Last week one more disappointed and rebuffed seeker after the memoirs of M. Clemenceau told ruefully what "Le Tigre" had growled at him:
"Write my memoirs? Jamais! Never! Why should I? I do not need to write them. The people of France will do me justice anyhow —eventually. . .
"They should be glad that I do...
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