Word: napoleons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...nation fell upon hard days, for the bugle of Napoleon was loud in the land. What Russia and Austria could not do the Emperor of France seemed all too easily able to bring about. The Prussian flag lay furled as the world stared on at Prenzlau, Ratkau and Auerstadt. A handful of men stormed over Europe shouting "The Old Guard neither dies nor surrenders," and Prussia shivered in the Baltic fogs. In Prussia at this time dwelt an old man, who later gave his name to a fine boot, who was to see them do both...
...Lichenstein, Brighton, L. O. Lobdell, Valley Stream, N. Y., W. C. Loring, Jr., Wayland, R. W. Lovett, Beverly, W. M. McGonagle, Aliston, G. F. McInnes, Cambridge, R. H. Middux, West Jefferson, Ohio, G. F. Magbee, Atlanta, Ga., W. G. Marcoux, Rockland, M. Mazel, New Bedford, D. P. Melkinson, Napoleon, Ohio, M. T. Mello, Cambridge, B. P. Millar, Warsaw, N. Y., I. Miller, Cincinnati, Ohio, L. G. Mitchell, Harrington, Me., J. N. Murphy, Milton, R. H. Nagles, Brighton, D. Newton, Westboro, D. L. Oliver, Atlanta, Ga., W. C. Panuzio, Cambridge, J. G. Patterson, Evanston, Ill., R. M. Pearson, Jr., Somerville...
...Arthur was sent to Eton, where he failed to distinguish himself even on the playing-fields. But he throve in the army, won his spurs in India, was promoted fast. In the Peninsular War he made his reputation, showed that French troops were not invincible. Gradually, methodically he drove Napoleon's armies back to France. A painstaking rather than a brilliant soldier, he worked his men almost as hard as he worked himself. To the daily questions: what time would the staff move and what was there to be for dinner?-his answer was invariable: "At daylight; cold meat...
...bogeyman Napoleon faded from memory and young Reform lifted its head, old diehard Tory Wellington lost his popularity. Twice his windows were broken by a mob; on Waterloo's anniversary he was trailed home by hooting hoodlums. The Duke, impervious to mobs, merely thought the country was going to the dogs. But before he died at 83, public opinion had swung round again: he was universally respected and, as only a public character can be, beloved...
...amongst this happy group who, most regrettably, felt that he had work to do. He sat, part of each day, in a high studded gilt room staring at the ceiling through grey, opaque eyes; smoking long, thin Turkish cigarettes. Some men called him the Sphynx; he called himself Napoleon. It was shortly after he had announced that the Empire meant peace that France drifted into the Crimean War out of whose dreary twilight the world hears only one sweet note, a Nightingale's. Today at 12, Professor Langer will lecture in Harvard 6 upon how the Crimean War came about...