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French boy of seventeen or thereabouts, according to that careful observer, M. Marcel Provost. The coming generation of Frenchmen, he says, is quite a now variety. It cvitrasts strongly with the decadent youths brought into the world by anxious mothers at the time of the _France. German war. Those young men were, in general, intellectual, critical, pessimistic, and prematurely old. The physiogical effects of the national ordeal of thirty-five years ago now seem to have spent themselves, The young Frenc} man is no Jonger precociously gra or a.prey to deportment. He do not try to make people think he is well on the way to forty. He is boyish, prefers outdoor sports to anything else, and is growing more and ike iis contemporary on the other side of, the Channel. Ho is beginning to think loss about the other sex, though ha is still far below the height of indifference Attained by.tho boys in an En school who, according to their French master (admiringly quoted by M. Provost), never tuked, about women at The influence of ti future of Franco is likely to be excell The young Frenchman will no longer be content to be a rond-de-cuir (by which expressive phrase the French Janguage designates the mere quill-driver) in Government employ. He will launch out for himself, take risks, and try to make money, so as to gratify his sporting instincts. All this, of course, applies only to the well-to-do clashes and the large centres of population. There is still a goat deal of the old time and parental fussiness in the provinces. Even n Paris a boy of twelve or fourteen is often led by the hand when his' mother takes him out for a walk; but football, hook ay, and athloti en tually pit vitality and self-reliance into the youth of France.
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