When President Paul Doumer of France was assassinated in Paris in 1932, newspapers differed in their versions of the event. This is from "Paris was Yesterday: 1925-1939" by Janet Flanner, edited by Irving Drutman. Taste varied as to his cry when he was shot down, the more popular papers preferring his despairing "Oh, la la!," the graver dailies favoring "Is it possible?" What few reported were his dying words: "But what kind of chauffeur was it?" Having been told by his aides not that he had been shot but that he had been struck by a taxi, the President spent the last conscious moments of his life wondering how how an automobile got into the charity book sale at the Maison Rothschild, where his assassination occurred. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Someday man should learn how to enjoy liberty without license, nourishment without gluttony, and pleasure without debauchery. Self-control is a better human policy of behavior regulation than is extreme self-denial.
My jokes are so lame I shot my horse.
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