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...officers are as follows: M. A. Shattuck, R. Cobb. D. A. Freeman, P. Zach, F. W. Hatch. G. D. Flynn, H. McA. Lloyd, M. Phinney, G. A. Brownell, F. Parkman, G. C. Barelay, R. M. Gross, H. C. Flower. C. Canfield, C. A. Clark, Jr., and L. K. Garrison...
Cyrus Leo Sulzberger '34, former President of the "Advocate," has captured the coveted Lloyd McKim Garrison Poetry Prize of $175 and a silver medal for his poem, "The Red Land," it was announced yesterday. The award was made to Sulzberger who comes from New York City after a faculty committee had judged the work of the many entries. Honorable mention was given to an athlete, James Parton '34, last year's cross-country captain, for "Hic Jacet Harvard...
Last week when Premier Mushanoff's Cabinet fell and he was told to form another, the Zveno boys got busy. While Sofia slept, the officers of the city garrison reported at barracks for orders. By companies the Army marched softly into the streets, occupied public squares, politicians' homes, power houses, telephone and telegraph offices and the railway stations. Premier Mushanoff tried to get a telephone number, shouted impatiently into the mouthpiece: "Premier Mushanoff speaking here!" A mysterious voice replied: "You're not Premier any more." Soon he heard the roar of airplane engines swooping over the city...
...Pricup's thoroughness that tripped him up. He found supporters in nearly every garrison in Rumania. Emboldened, one of his men invited the Minister of Commerce in Premier Tatarescu's Cabinet to join. To clear his conscience, the colonel called on the King to remonstrate with him about Lupescu, turned a little threatening. He was thrown out. Last fortnight he put through an order to Sergeant Major Charles Savinau for a case of hand grenades. The sergeant major told his colonel that he thought the grenades were wanted for no good end; the colonel called in the police...
...home has been the wide Moroccan Desert and the passes of the Atlas Mountains. By day he has worn dust on his tongue, sand in his eyes, and in his heart the resolve to wrest Morocco from the Christians. Last week a leather-skinned man stalked into the Spanish garrison at Cape Jubion the coast of Spain's colony of Rio de Oro south of Morocco. "I am a political exile from French Morocco," said he. "I ask for your protection. I am the Blue Sultan." In Madrid Spain's Premier Alejandro Lerroux told the good news...