Although still so young a man, Nikola Tesla is beginning to find the honors shower thickly upon him. He has already been made, within the last year, a doctor by Columbia College, and an M.A. by Yale, while one of the leading universities of the far west has recently invited him to accept one of its diplomas. A couple of years ago he received the rare order of St. Sava from the King of Servia, and last week news reached him officially that the Order of the Eagle had been conferred upon him by the Prince of Montenegro, who may be said to represent the race from which Tesla springs. His own people are very proud of this young genius, even though he has become an American citizen, and not long ago the unique honor was bestowed upon him by the Servian government depart of posts and telegraphs, of printing a special Tesla postage stamp. When Mr. Tesla went home to his native land four or five years ago, each of the six morning newspapers in Belgrade saluted his arrival the same day with an original poem. The modest inventor appreciates these manifestations deeply, but he says laughingly to his friends that he “would go home oftener if there was less of it.”
What can I say about Nikola Tesla that isn’t already all over the web? Hero, forgotten crackpot, hero. We should all be so lucky.