Tap, tap, tap League of Nations typists wrote about Manchuria last week in Paris.
They gossiped, chattered, primped their hair. The portable League Secretariat, pitched like a gypsy camp in the spacious salons of the French Foreign Office, settled down as though for a long winter in cubicles formed of red burlap screens six feet high. Every afternoon there were two kinds of tea tea with vintage port for League Councilmen, and tea with port. Efforts to cajole Japanese troops out of Manchuria had practically ceased.
Instead Council Chairman Aristide Briand, after consulting...
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