Memoirs

Parisian publishers cannot get M. Georges Eugene Adrien Clemenceau, famed "Tiger of France," to write his memoirs. They can only console one another by making a good story out of his sharp, testy rejoinders when they approach him. Last week one more disappointed and rebuffed seeker after the memoirs of M. Clemenceau told ruefully what "Le Tigre" had growled at him:

"Write my memoirs? Jamais! Never! Why should I? I do not need to write them. The people of France will do me justice anyhow --eventually. . .

"They should be glad that I do not write memoirs! I would place too many Great Ones in a bad light. I should have to tell the truth about many persons and events -- which would be too cruel. . . ."

"But, M. Clemenceau, would you deprive others of the pleasure which you yourself no doubt enjoy--the pleasure of reading the War memoirs of your contemporaries?"

"Non! Mille fois non!" cried "Tiger" Clemenceau, "I never read War books--jamais! They are untrue--all of them! Why should I read what some other man has to say about the War when I probably know more about it than he does?"