Leghorn, May 11, Signor Mussolini, the Dictator, recovered his best flamboyant ames an address to-day to 30,00 ple after inspecting the new cruiser Gorizia, "Black-shirts how is your pulse?" he queried.
The crowd roared: "Steady, Wo are at your orders till death."
"Men of Leghorn, whose is the wanded the Dictator.
yelled the lusty Tuscans, Italy, declared the Premier, want. ed not only prosperity but prestige and a place in the sun, He warned all and sundry who might strike at Italy's future that the whole of her people would rise and. hurl themselves like a thunderbolt against whoever did so and wherusoever they might be—Reuter,
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