ITALY: Adventure Continued

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With blazing eyes, II Benito turned to order them away, thought better of it, stomached his wrath. . . .

For 150 miles he piloted his own motor car at such terrific speed that the Associated Press car which followed skidded into a sand dune, turned turtle.

Return. Late in the week, Mussolini re-embarked upon the battleship Conte di Cavour for Italy. As he steamed away 15 battleships followed. Observers opined that the numerous provincial Fascist secretaries who accompanied him will fire many an inland Italian with the desire to emigrate to Tripoli. There they may purchase an acre of land for the equivalent of $1, upon signing an agreement to expend the equivalent of $30 in improving it during the next ten years.

Short Speech. Airplanes whirred, guns vomited, church bells swayed, and thousands of Romans loosed a mighty cheer as Mussolini's luxurious salon car squealed to a stop in Rome. II Duce, still in high spirits, consented briefly to address the throng. Standing up in his car, he cried: "Fascisti! Now is the time for acting, not talking."

Swiftly he was whirled to the government offices.