Since the outbreak of war, Benito Mussolini has been like a busy housewife washing dishes while a flooding river threatens to wash away the foundations of her home. He has bustled from one strictly Italian, strictly constructive pastime to another. One morning last week, for instance, he made a speech boasting that Italy is not like the countries which "think of arming"; rushed out to review his newly constituted Police Agents as they rolled past in armored cars and anti-tank cars, on motorcycles, bicycles and foot, carrying skis, leading dogs; scurried to the headquarters of the cultural Dante Alighieri...
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