The colonel pins are of the same hue. With the demise of its elegance also stopped dressing care, and gray-tinted discreet prudent white has given way to a frank age.

Don Marcos said the square to that target both.

– If I had seen this evening His Highness the armistice!

The news of the victory was run to all people. Beausoleil fell, rose de La Condamine, Monaco reached the rock. For the first time after four years, lights up and down the facades of the Casino, hotels and cafes. The square was crowded with people. All blinked baffled, after the long night that they had sunk the submarine threat. A few brass instruments roared the Marseillaise, and the crowd, following the flags of the Allies, circling the “cheese” like moths around the light, not wanting to leave the square.

Suddenly he had formed a long line dancing, a celebrity, who began to run and jump, get bigger in each of their contortions. All were added to it, by the contagion of enthusiasm, the officer joined his hand with the soldier raised serious ladies legs and lost his hat, the shy young ladies screamed, her hair loose, the women’s faces had that expression of enthusiastic madness seen only in the days of revolution. The lame leaped, they thought they saw the blind, the maimed stumps clung to its winding line. Anthem La Marseillaise seemed a miracle, communicating to all new strength. Peace! … Peace!

In one of his developments, the head of the snake man traced the steps of the Casino, the celebrity want to get into the atrium, game rooms, to drag between its rings to the public, to the dealers, to the tables. All activities must cease interested in this hour of generous joy.