For almost a year Mussolini's physicians have forbidden him his favorite exercise: a daily half-hour ride' on a horse as mettlesome as his pet lioness, Italia Bella.
Last week he apparently considered himself sufficiently recovered from a series of intestinal disorders to ride horseback once more. First, his motor car roared at top speed up the Corso Umberto Primo, dashed out the Porta del Popolo, and climbed the lovely heights of the Borghese Gardens, now perhaps the most beautiful public park in Rome. There, immaculate in formal riding costume, he stepped out. His...
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