Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart The heart, which love of thee alone can bind.
So mused the great but indiscreet poet, Byron.
"We chose Liberty for a name because it is the first word in American consciousness. It was first made to mean something here in America. . . It had been a dream despaired of elsewhere. Here it was realized!"
So exclaimed the publishers of the Chicago Tribune and the Daily News (Manhattan). It was small wonder that the musings...