The deputy's calf

This joyful story comes to us from Pontivy, passing through the corridors of the Palais-Bourbon.

It was during the tormented period when parliamentarians and the entire country were awaiting the resignation of Mr. Millerand. The Breton deputy Cadic, whose traditional costume caused a sensation, received a telegram informing him that a young calf in his stable, there, in Morbihan, was threatening to pass from life to death.

Cruel perplexity, difficult conflict between the duty of the representative of the people and the interest of the breeder.

- You cannot be absent at the moment, his colleagues in Parliament reprimanded him. There is Millerand...
- Yes, but there is my calf. A calf is worth a lot, you know, these days!

And his choice being made, his decision made, Mr. Cadic went to Pontivy. In his absence, Mr. Millerand had lost the Elysian battle, but the deputy had saved his calf.