The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-07-30
French Murder French
SCORES ARE KILLED
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In Wild Street RiOtinu

, But even the scene was unfor-
tunate enough to witness does not de-
scribe the events Of that tragic night
In many quarters there echoed
cries Of:
"Vive Chiappe! A has les Deputies!
A has Daladier! Mort aux parlemen-
taires!"
And each quarter had its special
private tragedy, its bloody assaults,
its mob, its battle, its wounded .
and its dead. The newspapers Of
February and reported with NOR
bid faithfulness the deeds and scenes
OF that bloody evening. Word Of the
shootings Of the Concorde and of the
Champs Elysees spread like wildfire.
"Frot. Daladier, assassins!" was the
cry that echoed all over Paris, far in
to the early morning, all the next day,
later into the evening Of Wednesday.
The womans scream had heard
above me in front Of the Crillon was
q young servant Of the hotel, killed
almost instantly by stray bullet. In
the Avenue Gabriel a mounted police
man was pulled from his horse. near
ly torn to ribbons by the maddened
mob, and then trodden under the feet
Of thousands. Dead, he was only
identified three days later. so badly
was he mutilated.
Another guard. charging on his
horse, seized the French flag carried
by the war veterans. He was pulled
down. His sabre was taken from him.
His trousers were ripped and remov-
ed. And he was held to the pavement
while husky arms spanked him with
the flag Of his own sword. He went
home. they say, painless.
At the Cafe de Rond-Point off the
Champs Elyses, was another incident.
Caught in the heat of the occasion. a
client sitting on the terrasse seized a
siphon bottle as a gesture of protest
against the police who were jostling
the quiet drinkers and driving them
inside with their clubs. An agent, with
no other provocation than that, drew
his automatic and fired on the whole
crowd, wounding one man seriously.
The entire terrasse precipitated them
selves upon him, overturning tables
in their rage. He was torn and man
handled. his clothes pulled off. his
person beaten with his own black
jack, and left for dead. He Is in the
Property Damage Heavy
All told, five city buses were broken
or burned. six private automobiles de-
stroyed, and some million francs
worth Of state property ruined.
The rioting lasted, that evening, un-
til after two In the morning.
Bloody Tuesday" has become a
fact. The situation has changed. The
entire French populace was aroused.
Every thinking man in Paris went to
bed, at whatever time, wondering II
the revolution would begin in the
morning. But In reality it had be-
gun.
saw Jean Luit, a young Royalist
friend Of mine, on the terrace Of the
cafe du Dome toward three In the
morning. He sat with another man
whom l did not know.
His clothes were torn and he was
still bleeding under bandages on his
head and face. His friends lip was
split like a rabbits, and his arm was
in sling. Jean was crying like a
baby, but not from pain.
MY God!" he said. Il can't be-
lieve 1t. Frenchmen have been killed
by other Frenchmen here in
Paris. Did you see it? Oh, God.
don't put it In the papers. Tell them
not to print 1t. Don't let the world
know of this shame to my poor coun-
try"
You cannot explain away that sort
Of patriotism. It has nothing to do
with flag-waving.
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