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...Italians. She came, serious-minded, from her dark Balkan mountains, and the grandeur that was or is Rome has not quickened or enlivened her. Had she possessed the taste for pearls, for magnificence, for pageantry of her late mother-in-law (TIME, Jan. 11, 1926), the Dowager Queen Margherita, splendor-loving Italians might have enthroned Elena in their fickle hearts. But she is practical. Many an Italian soldier, wounded during the World War, knows that it was due to Queen Elena's good sense in supervising the Italian Red Cross that he was attended by old, uncomely nurses...
...light of his ideals in the splendor of his achievements in the high perpetual cheer of his example pledge the university whose calerglary he was, our best; and our best to the country whose greatest private citizen he has been for more than a generation of years; and with this, our pledge to what he loved best and most, we leave...
Robert M. LaFollette, 31,* Senator from Wisconsin, smart son of a smart father, is the youngest senator since Henry Clay. Not yet old enough to assume his father's leadership, he maintains the sartorial splendor of "Old Bob." On the opening day of Congress, "Young Bob" was one of the few Senators who appeared in a cutaway and spats. He is steeped in the ideas of his father after ten years' service as his private secretary. All he needs now is age and some of "Old Bob's" imaginative and oratorical rockets...
...lava, for its vast volume of milk-white torrents plunging over grim and swarthy rocks, for the varied, weird and fantastic forms of its mountains, for the intense green of its meads and lowlands, and often of its climbing slopes, for the luminous tints of its peaks, for the splendor of its heavens and for the gray, overawing desolation poured out by its volcanoes...
...Chicago opera connoisseurs have more immediate glories at which to point with pride. Fortnight ago (TIME, Nov. 22) the Civic Opera embarked upon a season of splendor-probably its greatest. Marie, Queen of Rumania, came the opening night to see Aïda. If Samuel Insull, sitting beside Her Majesty in the first box, had been a man of many words, he might have told her of the rising fame of Chicago opera, of such artists as Edith Mason, Mary Garden, Rosa Raisa, Cyrena Van Gordon, Charles Marshall, Tito Schipa. It is true that Chicago has no Rosa Ponselle...