Ferdinand of Bulgaria: The Amazing Career of a Shoddy Czar — John Shaqi
Ferdinand of Bulgaria: The Amazing Career of a Shoddy CzarAnonymous
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Ferdinand of Bulgaria: The Amazing Career of a Shoddy Czar
Anonymous
Ferdinand I, Czar of Bulgaria, 1861-1948
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INTRODUCTORY 9
I A POT-HOUSE PRINCE 17
II THE TRAINING OF A TRAITOR 27
III LEARNING THE ROPES 37
IV THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING 47
V THE COMPLEAT BACHELOR 55
VI THE BROKEN-HEARTED PRINCESS 65
VII AN APOSTATE BY PROXY 73
VIII THE BUTCHERED “BISMARCK” 81
IX THE DEAD HAND 93
X WHO ARE THE BULGARIANS? 105
XI FERDINAND AND HIS CREATURES 115
XII FERDINAND THE FEMININE 125
XIII FERDINAND AND THE BULGARIANS 135
XIV FERDINAND THE AMBITIOUS 147
XV FERDINAND THE FUTILE 157
XVI FERDINAND THE FRENCHMAN 167
XVII FERDINAND THE FAITHLESS 177
XVIII FERDINAND THE HUN 187
XIX FERDINAND THE CZAR 197
XX FERDINAND AND THE BALKAN LEAGUE 207
XXI FERDINAND THE MARTYR 217
XXII FERDINAND IN RETIREMENT 227
XXIII FERDINAND THE FALSE 237
XXIV KULTUR IN BULGARIA 247
XXV FERDINAND AND THE FARMER 255
XXVI FERDINAND AS WAR LORD 263
XXVII FERDINAND IN EXTREMIS 273
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INTRODUCTORY
“Who is that evil-looking Dago?” asked an Australian friend; “he looks
as though he had never been outside a horse in his life.”
We were gazing at the procession of royalties who followed the body of
King Edward VII through his mourning capital. The Dago in question was
Ferdinand, Czar of the Bulgarians; and one could not but recognize the
truth of the Colonial’s brutal description.
He wore, it may be remembered, an Astrakan cap and coat; and the day
was a warm one. His fat figure swayed from side to side in the saddle,
and he looked thoroughly frightened of the magnificent horse he
bestrode with so ill a grace. The perspiration dropped down his flabby
cheeks.
He was not in the sort of company where he was calculated to shine. All
around him were princes who would not be seen speaking to him. The
London crowd hardly knew who he was, and betrayed less interest in him
than it would have shown in the latest coloured monarch from the wilds
of Africa.
His bright, shifty eyes turned here and there, vainly seeking something
friendly and familiar. No doubt but Ferdinand made a poor showing on
his last visit to London; the very last, possibly, that he will ever be
allowed to pay to the capital of the British Empire.
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