ITALY: Appetite

At a single sitting last week Signor Benito Mussolini was observed to devour:

A large pilau of rice, sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.

A slice of cold boiled fish topped with mayonnaise.

A whole roast pigeon.

A salad.

A robust plate of strawberries.


In Rome the Dictator's personal physician recalled that Il Duce when performing the sedentary brain work of statecraft keeps to a scant, frugal, almost womanish diet. His sudden excess of appetite, his unwonted he-man meals, are the result of exercise, both muscular and vocal, on his recent whirlwind speechmaking...

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