Out of the wrack of a June cloudburst, the "Sacred Cow" swooped down onto Orly airport near Paris. As Jimmy Byrnes led his party down the ramp, he looked his 68 years. He was here for Paris IIĀthe third attempt of the Big Four's foreign ministers to lay a basis for World War II peace treaties, and the look on his face said "three times & out."
But he was his old adaptable self when he strolled into the lounge of the Meurice and cracked at bar-side newsmen: "Well, boys, if you have...
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