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Show . Meet Albert, He Is Valet of Ciemenceau By N'ORRXS QCINN LA Service Staff Writer. EN ROUTE WITH Ct EMF.N-CEAU, EMF.N-CEAU, Dec. 2. Two things are indispensable to Georges Ciemenceau Ciemen-ceau hLs gloves and his valec. The gloves are black ones and the former premier always wears them, even when he s eating at least when he's eating alone in hi9 private car ' Bethlehem.'' lent him by Charles M Schwab Tho valet is Monsieur Albert Boulin who speaks but one language. lan-guage. French, and on but one subject, Ciemenceau. Boulin Is what the stage has taught Americans to regard as a typical Frenchman. He has dark bnnvn . urli hair and a little brown mustache that curves upward at th-s tips. He always wears a vest of lighter light-er shade than his coat and trousers trous-ers resplendent in row of glass-like glass-like buttons. And he carries a bright green handkerchief in his upper coat pocket. He bows often. He takes off his hat snapplly whenever you speak to him or upon any other oth-er pretext. "Oul, oul, lo premier." says Boulin "1 go nil around the world with htm sweet France (ahl) the rest of Europe, India, and now Amerlquo. ' Here I am so confused. I worry so. Diable! In New York I get lost. 1 try to find the premier pre-mier and his friends But I seo only people, people, people They rush here, they rush there I speak to many but no one understands under-stands me. ' I struggle for hours. At last I reach home. But. Dieu, the premier he already has retired And without the aid of Albert' Ah. monsieur, quel desastre!" Then Albert Jumps up and runs to tho window of the private car and looks nerypualy outside He does that every five minutes Why1 He doesn't know. Then Albert pulls from his pocket a straight-stemmed briar pipe, crams it lull of tobacco and irtarts puffing nervously Tho pipe gops out every two minutes but Ubert lights It again. ' mi. I have heard 'no master is a hero to his valet.' But lo premier, he is different. Ho Is my greatest heto. He Is a real tiger. "Yes. I sometimes leave my bed at 3 In tho morning to help him dress But what cares Albert? Al-bert? '"Le premier h is full of la sympathle. Ho " Albert rushes to the window again and looks up and down the railway yards. "I remember once an cMor!y widow was looking for a pension pens-ion Her son he was killed in the war She went to one government gov-ernment bureau to another bureau. bu-reau. Everywhere they turn h r h way. "Lo premier he hears of It. He calls her lo him. Ho gets her pension That Is le premier "Oul, oul. it's true he eats with his gloves on. It's true- ho picks up grape fruit and eats It from his hand as one eats the orange. What does he drink here0 Why. the charged water' Sometimes But Albert has heard a noise in tho other end of th car and he has nervousl rushed forward to loarn its cause. The little valet is as great a hero to his master as his master Is to him That has been especially espec-ially true since Ciemenceau fell proy to fever in India two years ago and Albert nursed him back to health with tho tenderness of a woman. 'ii menceau has granted his valet s w!.h lo v hear all his speeches and sometimes he permits per-mits Albert to sit on thp platform plat-form though the valet understands under-stands not on word of thp speechen which of course, are delivered in English, |
