Before leaving for a visit to his home town in Sicily last week, Italy's Premier Mario Scelba sent strict word ahead that no fuss was to be made over him. But the folks back home in Caltagirone, where Scelba's aged mother still lives, paid no attention. They greeted their fellow townsman outside the town with a triumphal fanfare of trumpets and drew him through the streets in a ceremonial coach, bright with caparisoned horses and liveried postillions. As the Premier stood on a balcony to address his old neighbors, a blaze of electric lights spelled out the message:...
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