The dusky, lustrous eyes of Roman citizens grew large and moist with awe, last week, when a Papal medal as big as a smallish soup plate was borne pompously across the "Eternal City."
He for whom the medal had been cast was no happy man. Pain twitched his broken leg. Enemies were reviling him as, "That Coward Nobile! The first airship captain who was first to leave his ship!" (TIME, July 23.)
Such lashing words must have cut deeper than pain; but suddenly their sting was soothed, as the great, soup-plate-like medal arrived and was...
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