Forty trainloads of rural Fascists rumbled into Genoa the Superb last week, joined the excited Genoese in watching for an imposing procession of ships which steamed at length into their great hill-cradled harbor. As this squadron of naval and merchant ships approached, a lone figure wearing an admiral's hat with a towering white plume was finally discerned upon the flagship's bridge. For two hours thereafter thousands of sirens blew without ceasing.
The admiral's hat reposed, of course, upon the semi-bald Premier Mussolini. A...
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