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...copies), Christ at the Round Table, The Christ of Every Road, The Christ on the Mount, Christ and Human Suffering. In 1928 the Methodist Episcopal Church elected Dr. Jones a bishop. He immediately resigned, preferring to pursue a calling which kept him in contact wi:h Brahmin Saint Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Poet Rabindranath Tagore. the Maharaja Gaekwar Sir Sayaji Rao III of Baroda...
When the Transvaal began to heave and simmer over the volcanic question of Indian immigration, and Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi-not vet a Mahatma but already a smart agitator-challenged the Government to slippery grips, it was Smuts who had to bear the onus of sending him to jail. When labor troubles invaded the Johannesburg mines, it was Smuts who alienated the workers by ordering out troops, arresting and deporting the labor leaders without trial. It was also Smuts who got most of the criticism, little of the credit, for the. Union of South Africa...
During the Boer War well-fleshed young Lawyer Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi organized an ambulance corps and personally led it under fire to the succor of British troops with such bravery that he received the official thanks of Queen Victoria's Government...
Last fortnight in a furnace-like jail cell at Poona, the little human lemur who is India's greatest figure, the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, slowly sipped a glass of fruit juice. Half an hour later, on scheduled time, he began a one-man war of inaction: a three-week fast to protest India's stigma on Untouchables. The first day he drank a good deal of water, mixed with salt and soda. That night the British Government released him from Yerovda Jail, his home since January 1932. Still sprightly, he stepped into an automobile at the jail...
...jail cell in Poona last week squatted India's most famous man, the wizened little brown man with the big-eared, big-eyed face of a bespectacled lemur: the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. For four months he had been out of the news, drinking goat's milk, spinning cotton on his charkha, brooding as ever on the woes of India's Pariah Untouchables. Inside the bare parched skull "a tempest was raging." Finally, "the voice became insistent and said, 'Why don't you do it?' I resisted but in vain.'' Last week...