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...Chancellor Hitler had committed the unheard of blunder of dispatching an envoy without the prior consent of the nation to which he is accredited. This left Austria free to administer a stinging snub which would make Adolf Hitler the laughing stock of Europe. In Vienna it was said that Benito Mussolini was strongly urging Austria to snub Der Führer...
There were tears in Benito Mussolini's eyes as he put Frau Dollfuss aboard an airplane in which she insisted upon dashing to her husband's bier. Wordlessly Il Duce gripped her hand. He knew that she expects a child within five months. Cried Donna Rachele, weeping as she kissed Frau Dollfuss goodby: "I will take good care of your children. Come back to us soon...
...Make it hot!" As the Pope blinked and "Hank"' Muller's arms flailed the air, there arose 1 mighty, measured yell: N N N N A A A A V V V V Y Y Y Y Nay-vee! Holy Father! Holy Father! Holy Father! As had Benito Mussolini when he got similar acclaim at the Palazzo Venetia, Pius XI recovered from the shock quickly and gracefully. He called "Hank" Muller to him for congratulations, smilingly waved down at 399 red, grinning faces...
...personal conference with Sir John, ostentatiously returned last week to Paris. British public opinion was prepared for what was coming by a few intimations that what Europe needs is a return to "the Spirit of Locarno." Nine years ago at Locarno, Switzerland, gold pens squiggled in the hands of Benito Mussolini, Austen Chamberlain, and the late great peace men of France and Germany. Aristide Briand and Gustav Stresemann. Today the Locarno Treaty, still in full force, binds all the signatory powers to maintain unchanged the western frontier of Germany adjoining France and Belgium. The new scheme fathered by Comrade Litvinoff...
...last week Benito Mussolini hustled down the steps of his Villa Tor-Ionia in Rome, popped into his Alfa-Romeo and scorched southward deep into the malarial marshes of the Pontine. A motorcade of 200 cars pursued him bearing officials and newshawks most of whom wrote that night "Today I rode with Mussolini." Suddenly Il Duce's car slit) screaming to a halt at a blue plaster farmhouse known in the new Fascist reclamation project at Sabaudia as Podere (Farm ) No. 685. The black-shirted peasant homesteader on No. 685 who had won the Dictator's notice...