C. R. M. F. Cruttwell (1887–1941) was a British historian and academic
who served as principal of Hertford College, Oxford (pictured). The
author of A History of the Great War, 1914–18, he specialised in
modern European history. In 1912 he became a lecturer in history at
Hertford. His academic career was interrupted by war service during
which he suffered severe wounds. He became dean of Hertford in 1919, and
its principal in 1930. He served as a Justice of the Peace in Hampshire,
where he had a country home, and stood unsuccessfully for the
university's parliamentary seat in the 1935 general election,
representing the Conservative party. The novelist Evelyn Waugh showed
his distaste for Cruttwell, his former tutor, by repeatedly using the
name in his early novels and stories to depict a sequence of unsavoury
or ridiculous characters. This vendetta may have contributed to
Cruttwell's eventual mental breakdown.
Read more: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._R._M._F._Cruttwell>
Today's selected anniversaries:
Przemysł II was crowned King of Poland, the first coronation
of a Polish ruler in 219 years.
French authorities suppressed the June Days uprising, in which
workers rioted in response to plans to close the National Workshops.
World War I: The 26-day Battle of Belleau Wood near the Marne
River in France ended with American forces finally clearing that forest
of German troops.
At a conference in San Francisco, delegates from 50 nations
signed a charter establishing the United Nations.
The U.S. Supreme Court ruled in Obergefell v. Hodges that the
right to marry is guaranteed to same-sex couples by the 14th Amendment.
Wiktionary's word of the day:
1. A share or portion, especially a smaller share.
2. (anthropology) Each descent group in a culture which is divided exactly
into two descent groups.
3. (chemistry) A specific segment of a molecule.
Wikiquote quote of the day:
Religion, mysticism and magic all spring from the same basic
"feeling" about the universe: a sudden feeling of meaning, which human
beings sometimes "pick up" accidentally, as your radio might pick up
some unknown station. Poets feel that we are cut off from meaning by a
thick, lead wall, and that sometimes for no reason we can understand the
wall seems to vanish and we are suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of the
infinite interestingness of things.
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