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President Lowell, though, was not only the symbol of tremendous progress in the University; he was a personality. Occasionally irritable, often opinionated, he was, according to Samuel Eliot Morison, Jonathan Trumbull Professor of History, Emeritus, "a man who conversed rapidly and listened little." He pushed incessantly for what he wanted for the University and, as a result, generally...
...Liberation of the Philippines, by Samuel Eliot Morison. The 13th volume in the author's massive U.S. naval history of World War II describes the fury of Japan's kamikaze attacks, takes the fighting through the summer...
...historic Battle of Leyte Gulf (TIME, Nov. 10, 1958), the Japanese turned full power on their last desperate tactic, the suicidal kamikaze corps. If books had theme songs, the kamikaze Song of the Warrior might serve as an apt motif for this 13th volume of Samuel Eliot Morison's massive U.S. naval history of World...
Ashore, military operations moved on schedule, though not with the deceptive ease of Historian Morison's brisk and necessarily brief account. In Manila alone, 20.000 Japanese fought house-to-house to the death. Except for Leyte. the Japanese never made any concerted attacks on U.S. beachheads, and this undoubtedly speeded the pace of the campaigns. After Luzon was secured, 38 major and minor landings were launched in 44 days, a record for amphibious operations unlikely ever to be challenged. If U.S. troops paid for their victories (761 killed in Mindanao), the Japanese overpaid staggeringly for their defeats...
...summer of 1945, Japanese naval power was bottled up in its own home waters. After months and years of island hopping, soldiers and sailors alike felt the elation of the coming kill. Yet South Pacific veterans also felt twinges of peculiar melancholy, which Historian Morison subtly senses and records: "You might be sick of the magnificent scenery, hate the steaming climate, and loathe the squawks of the white cockatoos; but something of you had been left behind, irrevocably; and you hated to think of the jungle taking over roads and airstrips ... As Virgil makes Aeneas deplore the city...