The French Fleet had one end of the Mediterranean tied up and the English had the other. Nevertheless, flushed by its recent conquest of Albania, Fascist Italy last week talked, screamed, shrieked empire. One night tens of thousands of ardent black-shirted Fascists marched from their neighborhood clubs to Rome's famed Piazza, di Venezia. Shouting their Fascist slogans, singing their Party's songs, they faced the lighted windows of the massive Palazzo Venezia, where, as they all knew, the powerful Fascist Grand Council was meeting to decide high questions of State.
Scarcely half an hour went by before the big doors to...
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