Down from the bald crags of France's "azure coast"between Nice and Marseilleblows the angry mistral. It is a strong, dry wind, so bitter that it burns like cold steel.
Plugging along at a good clip, with a night mistral lashing her buttocks, the Italian motor ship Orazio last week made for Barcelona. She lay 38 miles south of Toulon. Below decks slept 412 passengers an aviator with his two small children, four nuns warm in their cotton gowns, the noble counselor of the Italian Embassy in Chile, merchants, soldiers, teachers, tourists. On...
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