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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1260, 11 June 1914, Page 42

The crowd at Mentone is very cosmopolitan. Sitting on one bench the other morning I saw a German millionaire, of the type whose millions one reckons by the number of creases in the back of his neck, reading the “Berliner Tageblatt,” an obvious Englishman and an equally obvious American reading the “Daily Mail,” a woman with that chic in black that so many Russian women contrive to achieve immersed in the “Russkoe Slovo, and a very old Oriental with a fez perusing from right to left, the crenellated characters of a native newspaper. Every now and again one of the five would look up, drink in the scene of the sunlit bay with a little sigh of satisfaction, then resume reading. That is the sign by which you shall know the sun-wor-shippers of Mentone.