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A jug of cool Italian wine was brought to him by an aged, cheerful monk who refused payment. The bricklayer, refreshed, at peace, opened the portly Hospice Register before journeying on, inscribed his bold autograph: Benito Mussolini . . . Aug. 5, 1903. Last week an itinerant newsgatherer unearthed this autograph, sent news of it humming over the cables. Signor Mussolini's intimates, not displeased,...
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