Golden silence is a coin few men can keep, more especially if they have been spendthrift talkers, boasters, threateners as Signer Benito Mussolini used to be. Three years ago Il Duce resolved to become reticent, publicly announced his resolution (TIME, June 6, 1927), and has kept it with superhuman willpower. No longer does the Peace of Europe tremble every fortnight at his roar. Last week, however, the Dictator permitted himself a sort of spree, dashed at breakneck speed around Tuscany in his bellowing Alpha Romeo, fought a fencing match at Lucca, kissed on...
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