The surrealistic sight of a Parisian racing through his native streets with his head thrust through a cane chair-seat, a pair of garters streaming from his back and a license plate and a pot of vegetables in either hand, is not a sign of galloping national debility due to continental complications. Frenchmen know, and others soon learn, that the galloper is merely out to win the 200-franc ($5.30) prize, offered each afternoon by the private radio station Paste Parisien in its Course au Trésor, a radio scavenger hunt patterned after one which Paris loved in the droll U. S. cinema My...
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