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| A Fine Week-end in Paris |
| It was not long ago, the fall of '39 I believe, that I made a business-trip to Paris France. I do-not recall what the trip was for now, but it was quite a bore. That is until I met up with someone that I knew from years past! I was walking along a garden near the tower of Eiffel when I saw a familiar face. I could not believe my eyes, it was the young German Wall-Paper hanger who had come to my estate to do his work in the Autumn of '22! What a special treat! He was standing around with others dressed much like him and speaking the Kraut-tongue most foreign to me. He was so surprised to see me that he thrust his arm out as if to reach for me, so I shook it. This made the moustachioed young hun chuckl and his companions as well. When I asked him how his water-colored paint-ings were selling he simply yelled "NEIN!" and turned away. Later in the day we went to the town square to see his battalions of loyal soldiers march through every "rue" and boulevard. Next we watched some young men raid a winery and then an out-door cafe looking for things to take. Those tourists, always causing such problems. We spent much of the day walking about the town viewing such spectacles. Finally, it was time for us to part. My artist-turned dictatorial tyrant had to make his way to Berlin and I back to my estate in Westchester. I never heard back from the young Germanian again, I trust he is doing well with his Reich and that his paintings are selling well. |
| Here I am with "the Fuhrer" posing before the tower of Eiffel. I pose well in front of a motion-cameras don't you think? |
| Alas, it was time to part. Here I am wishing the best to the old man. He was to board his personal rail-train to Berlin. |