Hfrifw xtf Revieict, tO/i/OO. 



THE NEW PRESIDENT OF FRANCE. 



The election of the Presidents of the French 

 Republic take place with comparatively little sensa- 

 tion. It is in great contrast to that of the election 

 of the President of the United States. The accom- 

 panying card shows the method of voting for the 

 French President. The new President, M. Fal- 

 lieres (whose photo, appeared in the last number 

 of " The Review of Reviews ") is a choice which has 

 been universally approved by the French Press. 

 He is a quiet, peace-loving man. Indeed, France 

 has rei^eatedly demonstrated her desire for that type 

 of man, and the military Jingoistic type can evi- 

 dently find no place in the affections of the French 

 people. 



M. LOUBET TELLS A FALLIEEE8 STORY. 



It is told of the first meeting between President 

 l»iil)et and M. Fallieres, after the congress 

 at Versailles, that M. Loubet remarked : " You 

 have now, Mr. President-elect, become a part 

 of history. You no longer belong to yourself — you 

 are the property of the photograph galleries." 

 Aprojxjs of the early friendship between Loubet 

 and Falli&res, a story is told in the London 

 Globe : — 



" M. Fallieres is a corpulent, heavily-built man, 

 and it seems that after dinner he occasionally falls 

 off into a post-prandial nap. One evening when the 

 new President was dining at the Elysee, after a 

 heavy day at the Senate, he found himself utterly 

 unable to keep his eyes open, and when the man- 

 servant brought around ^I. Fallieres's coffee that 

 worthy gentleman was asleep. Fearing to wake 

 him, the domestic placed the coffee on the table 

 and retired. And M. Fallieres slumbered on. And 

 as he slept he dreamed. Whether the memory of 

 the troublous times of his vouth was upon him. or 



One of the Billots cnst In Electing M. Loubet. 

 llUustrating tlie method of voting in France.) 



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The New Presidential Couple. 



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President FalliekeS: "Yes, my aear, one lives most 

 eomfortahly in the Elysee; only the doorways are a little 

 narrow !" 



whether the vision" of the German Emperor with 

 his legions crossing the frontier disturbed his diges- 

 tion, we are not told, but as he dreamed the veteran 

 President of the Senate was heard to murmur the 

 famous line of Victor Hugo, " Give me powder and 

 balls." Then he lapsed into silence again, and 

 again he was heard, in a deep, sleepy voice, calling 

 for powder and balls. At first, M. Loubet, who 

 was sitting near his old friend, paid no attention, 

 and the guests continued their conversation. But 

 when for the sixth time M. Fallieres repeated his 

 request, " Give me powder and balls," the President 

 of the republic turned imploringly to his companions 

 at the table, and, in a somewhat irritated voice, ex- 

 claimed, ' For heavens sake, give him powder and 

 balls :' At this moment M. Fallieres awoke, but as 

 his fellow-guests discreetly pretended to have ob- 

 served nothing, he quietly drank up his coffee." 



The genial President and his wife are both very 

 stout, and their substantial proportions supply the 

 French cartoonist with abundant matter for good- 

 humoured sketches. 



