The earlier fortunes of the Roman Republic swirled in the turbulent eddies of war. The legions marched out of Rome into the frontiers of the east and harried the barbarians in the hinterlands of Spain. Their lances pierced the jungle land of Africa and broke the flying cavalry of the North, until at last in 147 the eagle cast its shadow over the far flung frontiers of the world. In its last war of this period a young man smiled at his commander, whom the Romans called Africans, and scaled the walls of Carthage. That young man was Tiberius Gracchus, one of a long and famous line. In after years he was elected a Tribune of the people and he became the world's first great democrat. But democracy rang less magnificently in the ears of the people than it does today. Tiberius was scoffed at and rebuked until at last he tried in desperation to hold out the precepts of democracy upon the point of his sword. And the wrath of the city arose and smote him for his impudence and his body was thrown by night into father Tiber. Far away at Numantia his brother in law, whom the Romans called Africans, heard the news and recalled a line of Homer "So perish all who do the like again."

But there arose another Gracchus called Gaius, a bolder, more able man, who became the second great democrat. He hearkened to the works of his brother and did likewise. He lifted up the poor and laid low the rich until at last the fathers at Rome rose up at his impudence and declared him "a public enemy." A mob sought him out in anger and found across the river in the grove of Furrina, Gaius' body lying beside his slave.

In after years a Temple was erected from the proceeds of the confiscated Gracchan property called the Temple of Concord. On one dark night a man stole in and etched the brother's common epitaph for all the world-"Out of discord comes Concord." They were honest and brave men who died for the principles they so staunchly supported. But they did not die in vain for they sowed the seeds of democracy which was eventually to bring down the foundations of the republic amid the far off thunder of the Triumvirate. Today at 9 in Sever 18 Mr. Hammond will enlarge greatly, the Vagabond hopes, upon this sketchy picture of the two brothers.

TODAY

9 o'clock

"Greek Satire," Professor Peterkin, Sever 14.

"The Gracchi," Mr. Hammond, Sever 18.

10 o'clock

"Early New England Women Novelists," Professor Murdock, Sever 11.

11 o'clock

" 'Schools' of Poetry in the Seventeenth the Century," Professor Rollins, Emerson R.

"Economic Instability," Professor Carver, Emerson 27.

12 o'clock

"Terrestrial Magnetism," Professor Black, Jefferson Physical Laboratory 250.

"Weber and Romantic Opera," Professor Hill Music Building.