No one, not even Premier Mussolini, is perhaps so much the idol and spoiled darling of the Italian people as Gabriele d'Annunzio. His brutally successful amours and the beauty of his poetry captivated them long ago. His capture of Fiume fired the awakening Nationalism of his countrymen to a pitch of frenzy at which he became almost deified. Last week there occurred a striking demonstration of the passionate esteem in which he is still held.
He descended from his luxurious retreat at Gardone to Milan, there to witness the Italian premiere of...
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