Evening Star Newspaper, May 4, 1930, Page 92

the lucidity of my mind,” he her hand, Andre Tardieu, who was the Poincare regime, more than tribute to the interesting reading to his desk from Chiappe’s active b R almost three years now Chiappe has busied himself not only with keeping order in Prance, but also in “purifying” the city that Anglo-Saxons call gay and sometimes wicked. He had been prefect only a few months when Communists and their tough cohorts put on a 7 not waited for trouble before making arrests. He inaugurated and continues a policy of “preventive arrests” not only of the Reds, but of every disorderly element he can lay his hands on. - Day after day and night after night squads of plainclothes men and uniformed officers enter a selected quarter of Paris and pro- ceed to halt and interrogate every one who looks the least bit suspicious to their eyes. dn one year 225,000 persons were questioned in these rafles and 13,000 were arrested. A goodly proportion of them were foreigners, human riffraff who had floated into Paris from all the ends of the earth. Undesired aliens were expelled in droves. Today one can stroll past the Place de 1'Opera wearing & light gray suit, horn-rimmed glasses, smok- ing a cigar, and no one will sidle up with post cards and say, “Want a guide, mister?” It is Chiappe who drove those pests away. As for the Reds, he refuses to let them either orate or parade within the capital. His blue-coated men have even gone into the suburbs to quash Communist demonstrations in the industrial belt that surrounds the city. Several times L'Humanite, the Muscovite mouthpiece in France, has announced “monster demonstrations” for given places at given hours. They have all failed. On such occasions Chiappe simply posts his pclice at the exits of every subway line within a mile of the spot selected for the manifestation. Patrols pace up and down eyvery street mear the hall or open square where revolutionary oratory is due to flow. “Vos papiers, s’il vous plait?” the police demand of each passerby, When a man’s papers are in order and he can give an acceptable explanation of his presence in the vicinity he is permitted to go about his business or his pleasure. If suspicioned, he is quickly carted to a police station. Upon one occasion the stations were all packed to suffocation with arrested men, and requisitioned buses were bringing in more of them every few minutes. Chiappe had a ready solution for the sudden housing crisis. He took over one of the large armories of Paris and bad, most, of the manifestants es- corted to it. Abhout 10 o'clock that night THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MAY 4, 1930. The human riff-raff of Paris forms one orfn::s drg.rm m problems. there were 1,500 hungry, surly men in the commanding Repul Guards to give them a few taps with the flat of their sabers, or suggesting a little club- swinging exhibition by the police, Chiappe ordered eight hogsheads of wine brought to the armory, along with 1,000 pounds of bread and 700 quarts of soup. At daybreak the prisoners were allowed to go. Some of them went away singing “La Marseillaise” instead of the “Internationale.” ON! wonders whether a liter of wine served by Louis XVI's police to each of the manifestants on July 14, 1789, might have saved the royal neck. When Chiappe nipped the Communists® May day celebration in the bud last Spring the Reds immediately announced that they would show him their strength on August 1. They boasted a pretentious plan for a mobili- zation in the suburbs, to invade the capital through half a dozen gates. The government dispatched 10,000 troops to the city to assist the police patrol, if needed. Just to show the Reds how well he had the situation in hand, Chiappe gave a luncheon that day in the spacious courtyard of the prefecture, with 2,000. policemen as his guests. Instead of the expected scenes of rioting, the newspapers published photographs of a regiment of flics, sipping liquors and smoking Chiappe’s cigars. During the more recent “Red Thursday” Paris was the most placid of all the great capitals of the world. ‘While Grover Whalen's bluecoats were having their hands full in Union Square with of the worst riots in New York’s history, and the Berlin police were firing into the air above Unter den Linden, all was quiet along the A couple of thousand workers digging a subway under the Boulevard Poissonniere took the day off, and the flowing mass of taxis was & little .thinner than usual, as is always the case when the Reds of Paris demonstrate. A few men were arrested for plastering revolu- taken to jail for sl;ouuns seditious sentiments., In the northeastern slum secticn of the capital A. R. Wheelan, Paris. a small demonstration was broken up without loss of blood or property damage. ‘That was the extent of “Red Thursday” in the Paris of M. Chiappe. ANOTHEB example of Chiappe’s strategy that found favor with Parisians of nearly all shades of political opinion was his arrest of leader. his newspaper, the Action Francaise. Twelve hundred young who called themselves “Henchmen of the King” mounted guard in blocked the Daudet interfion of resisting arrest by all the force at his command. ‘The siege had lasted two days. Paris, amused at first, had become annoyed and worried. At daybreak the third morning all available police were mobilized in the vicinity of the Action Francaise building. Firemen hitched hoses to all near-py plugs. At 7 o'clock a lim- ousine rolled up, and out stepped M. Chiappe. Under a thin, cold drizzle he advanced alone, his bowler in his hand, toward the Royalist stronghold. The “Henchmen of the King,” who more than once in the past had engaged in serious scuffies with the police, were impressed by his courage and offered no interference as the prefect took his position under the window of Daudet’s office. Suddenly, in the full light of the window, Daudet appeared, his eyes red from loss of sleep, a tight morning coat buttoned around his gourmet’s stomach. Chiappe spoke: “I have orders to place you under arrest, M. Daudet. You, of course, do not want blood to flow. It would not redeem that blood which you mourn.” The prefect referred, in that phrase, to Daudet’s son Philippe, who died from a revolver wound in a taxicab a few years ago. The au- thorities always insisted the wound was self- inflicted. Daudet charged that the boy had been murdered by the police, and he repeats the charge at intervals in both his writings and his speeches. “M. Chiappe,” the rotund Royalist shouted For Ethan, Three Months O/d. By Harriet Eager Davis, All the little soft things make me think of you, Little squirrels, little clouds, pansies under dew, April pussy willows, kittens blind and curled— All the soft, heart-breaking things in @ granite world. for these disorders, but he did not arrest them beforehand, as Chiappe does. Nowadays M. Lepine, who is 83, often calls at Chiappe's office for a chit. He was asked one day what he thought of the new policy. “Autres temps, autres moeurs,” was his philosophic reply. was born in Ajaccio on May 3, 1878, and, like so many Corsicans, his first position when he came to Paris as a young man was connected with the police. He entered the ministry of the interior as a minor secretary, and he has been with the police ever since. He was successively secretary of the direction of the penal administration, chief of cabinet to the general secretary of the ministry and chief of cabinet to Ministers Briand, Klotz and Rene Renault. Then he became controller of the Surete Generale and rose to be its director in 1924. The following year he was general secretary to the minister of the interior. Already a man of considerable wealth, M. Chiappe married an heiress, Mile. Marcelle de Villers. They own the Chateau de Villers, at Beauvias, and have a racing stable there. But Chiappe seldom sees his country home, now that he is prefect, and his visits to the race courses have more and more infrequent. Like Napoleon, the prefect has been too busy ever to go home on a visit to Corsica. The Chiappes were a prominent family on that ise land even in Bonaparte’s day. Indeed, the prefect’s admirers like to think some of his virtues were inherited from old Ange Chiappe, who helped Napoleon financially when Bonae parte was a student. Later Ange Chiappe offered shelter to the victims of Napoleonic prescripe tions, and refused to accept presents, favors or honors from the Emperor, although he gave his nephew to the cause at Waterioo. Jean Chiappe, too, has always been credited with spurning opportunities of advancement that were not proffered by true friends or well There is a saying in Paris that he is haunted by the 150-year-old souvenir of Ange Chiappe. Perhaps, recalling €I pfan’s faree well tribute, the prefect : ‘wonders whether Napoleon, there on Sf. Helena, ever wished he could have sent for old Ange Chiappe that he might have shaken the “hand of an honest man before he passed away. . Making Carb.o"‘ff"; Bftfi.‘l Tflc&rbonhhcklndushryinspiteot!. name is looking decidedly rosy. During 1929 the cutput of carbon-black was increased over 1928 by 47 per cent, the total production being 366,442,000 pounds. Sales .were not quite so rosy, however, being but 3,000,000 pounds over 1928 and some 8,000,000 pounds below production. . The production of this carbon_black called for the burning of 264,107,000,000 cubic feet of natural gas, a thousind cubic feet producing about a pound and a third of the material. Its principal uses were in rubber, ink and paint industries, with the first using nearly four times as much as the last two combined.