From sleepy medieval Innsbruck the local Italian consul, Signer Riccardi, telephoned tempestuously last week to Rome. Austrian students, he cried, had just wrenched down the flag of Italy from its staff before his window. The vandals! The Austrian swine! They were tearing the tricolor to tatters, spitting on it, fouling it —the voice of helpless Consul Riccardi became a scream. At Rome, according to authoritative reports, Signer Mussolini himself took up his telephone and put searching questions to excited Consul Riccardi. Meanwhile the police of Innsbruck, clubbing right and left, had...
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