Two old men sat solemnly playing backgammon, last week, in the warm sitting room of a small house at Louveciennes. Several correspondents hovered irritably around the placid players, not quite daring to interrupt. From the bottom of profane hearts they cursed Old Dr. Turner for the maddening deliberation of his moves. Why didn't he lose, or win? A pox on backgammon! They wanted to interview the other venerable player, the grizzled yet roly-poly one, the man with the shrewd smiling eyes, the Marshal of France, Joseph Joffre, 76, famed hero of the Battle of the Marne.
"Ha, Tuffier!" cried the Marshal at...
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