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...furrows of Aprilia," bellowed II Duce, "are made in the victorious time of our African enterprise, the 14th year of the Fascist era, and the 160th day of the unfair economic siege against Italy which increases the disorder and misery of the world...
...bevy of deep-bosomed young women in the striped skirts and handkerchief headdresses of the peasants of the Roman Campagna broke through the guards, nearly mobbed the Dictator. All their noses were carefully powdered and some had lacquered finger nails. II Duce was delighted. From one he took a bunch of flowers; another he chucked under the chin; at a third he cocked a roguish eye. In the best of moods he invited all the foreign correspondents present to lunch. In a body they moved on to a dusty little trattoria whose proprietor, trembling with excitement, rushed from house...
Still expansive, II Duce plumped himself down at the head of a table between two women reporters, one from France, one from Germany, unbuttoned the top of his tunic, banged on the table with a spoon, shouted for food. He lolled on the table, leaning his head on his fist, twisting his head back and forth toward each of his guests. A messenger rushed in importantly, pushed an official message under II Duce's nose. II Duce glanced over it with a sleepy look, waved the messenger away. Eventually a mountain of spaghetti appeared. News to the foreign Press...
Aloisi's Triumph, If it was a bad week for Anthony Eden, it was a glorious week for Il Duce's faithful Geneva delegate, Baron Pompeo Aloisi. The ears of this onetime naval officer have burned for months with bitter messages from his boss over his failure to halt the application of League sanctions. The belated success of Italy's armies in Africa did the Baron no good, but last week he was in a position to crow, and he took full advantage...
...little crowing. The Ethiopian War was going the way it should have gone six months ago. The Imperial Guard of Haile Selassie was smashed. The Negus himself was supposed to be hiding, beardless in the bushes. With a little luck Italian troops should reach Dessye by Easter. Then II Duce could demand peace on his own terms. To the Fascist Grand Council last week he roared...