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...Friday, the thirteenth of June, 1823, Byron sailed from London in his crazy round-bottomed tub, the "Hercules." "They all say I can be of use to Greece," he wrote to Trelawney, "I do not know how--nor do they; but, at all events, let us go." Ypsilanti lay festering in Metternich's Austrian oubliette, but to Byron's sanguine hope the prospect was bright. George Gordon, Lord Byron, and the Hetairia Philike, that secret sodality of Hellenic patriots, should make Greece free...
...Hercules" furled sail at Samos. The emissaries who were to have met Lord Byron were gone, one fled, the other captive. Ibrahim Pasha swept over Greece with fire and sword and torture, sleek with the returns which captives brought in the Egyptian slave-market. The English Lord fretted in stagnation...
Xerxes and Byron had their Hellespont, Moses his Red Sea, and Caesar his Rhine and Rubicon, but none of them showed the ingenuity of the local engineers confronted by King Charles. They could solve their traffic problems and divert traffic from Harvard Square by extending Memorial Drive along the Charles's left bank, but that was too easy. They might well have thrown a bridge across the stream from Gerry's Landing, but that, ah, that was too hard. The bridgebuilders had hydrophobia, a condition unusual in bridgebuilders, and calling for unusual measures. Eureka, they would build the bridge...
...Written by a noted sportswriter, a great pal of our prexy, to judge from the incessant "Jim" in the biography, the article also marks another tract of the serious prose which has been occupying our newspaper sports-columnists more than it should. Last year a fairly successful column on Byron was a surprise in John Kieran's "Down the Line," and no doubt some of Boston's own football scribes might turn out a nice piece on Moliere. But it so happens that John Tunis' effort to give a useful working picture of the man who will direct Harvard...
James Ramsay MacDonald may not know his Byron but he knows his Bible. To this God-fearing Scot the present obstreperous Assyrian minority in the Kingdom of Irak are precious remnants of early Christian tribes. Hundreds of them were being butchered last week by the Irak soldiers and Kurdish mercenaries of lean, falcon-eyed King Feisal...