A blizzard of confetti, ticker tape and torn newspapers fell dizzily through the afternoon sun into Manhattan's Rockefeller Plaza. The crowd wept happily.
They cheered all speakers impartially; they laughed, jumped up & down, fluttered the Tricolor and the Cross of Lorraine.
The Metropolitan Opera's tiny Lily Pons, in her U.S.O. overseas uniform, stood up with clenched fists and sang the Marseillaise. The crowd that heard her was motley but united on one thing: cheers for Paris. Paris was free.
It did not matter much that an over-zealous press last week flashed the...
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