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Atrocities, slaves, fate. Since the rest of the warm-hearted world will not easily swallow such ice-hearted candor, Il Duce's Son-in-Law Count Ciano worked happily away in his Ministry of Propaganda last week. His best Ethiopian atrocity: "On the night of May 31 wild Ethiopian tribesmen captured 4,000 head of cattle from an outpost in Italian Eritrea and carried off as slaves a number of men and women. The tribesmen mutilated several children who were abandoned bleeding on desert sands."
Foreigners with no taste for such blood & thunder could have instead from Fascist Playwright Luigi Pirandello, as that Nobel Prizeman landed in Manhattan last week, a comparison of Abraham Lincoln to Benito Mussolini who is going to free the slaves of Ethiopia. People interested in neither atrocities nor slaves but with a taste for the mystic were provided for by Fascist Poet Gabriele d'Annunzio. "You are going to victory," he informed departing Italian volunteers. "It is so inexorable—I wish to say fatal— to conquer, and to win."
*Crispus Attucks died in the Boston Massacre of 1770, five years before the actual Revolution.