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.
Coffee.
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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