THE AUTO INVESTIGATIONS.

THE PEARLS!… OF MM. THE GENDARMES

If some readers like to send us very pretty pearls from the "gendarmesque" repertoire and others take pleasure in savoring them, an irascible policeman protests against what he calls our idiocies! (sic).

Our idiocies! oh! oh! if I were not afraid of hurting our good gendarme, I would say to him: You foolishly give your qualities to others. (Excuse me, good gendarme, this verse is not mine, but Molière's).
This good gendarme does not only attack us, he adds "Motorists are thugs that we should f... in (sic)"

I see this good gendarme reading the Auto and stopping on their pearls! He must roll his eyes like the mechanical Negro who is being slapped on the belly and eat his deliciously cosmeticized moustache. Then, placing his heavy cap on a table, a cloud of steam escapes from his skull. He straddles a chair, because for our good gendarme, being on horseback is a social and favorite position. He grabs a pencil, the lead of which he took care to moisten, and writes to us:
"I really want to draw up a report for public insult."
Dear readers, you who are looking for pearls, do not go any further, here is one and of a resplendent brilliance.

But may our good gendarme allow us to tell him that he is completely mistaken about our intentions. We never had the idea of ​​discrediting the noble profession, dear to Courteline. And the proof is that a few years ago, we organized a brilliant drawing competition in honor of the gendarmes. We are pleased to present to our good gendarme the drawing of the winner of this competition.

You see that our intentions are pure. Come on, good gendarme, do not be pitiless, and tell yourself that it is better to enjoy laughing at everything rather than being forced to cry about it. That is what we thought when we read your letter, good gendarme.