Word: mussolini
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Mediterranean Rumblings. Setting aside the distant prospect of a Pan-Asian League there loomed the immediate probability that the "T. and T." conference will serve as a counter blast to the understandings arrived at between British Foreign Secretary Austen Chamberlain and Premier Mussolini, at their recent meeting (TIME...
...Premier Mussolini looks with a jealous eye at certain portions of the Turkish coast, and is likely to pass from longing to action, if the British Lion has been persuaded into noninterference. An understanding between Soviet Russia and Turkey, judiciously noised in Europe, might well halt the Dictator, no fool...
...next year, Premier Poincaré convoked the Chamber and demanded that the 58 interpolations on the calender be postponed. Twenty-four of the 58 would-be interpolaters took advantage of the rule allowing them five minutes to explain what they wanted to talk about. Deputy Vaillant Couturier (Communist) screamed: "Mussolini is an assassin!" Calm, Premier Poincaré avoided an ''international incident" by pretending that the remark had been addressed to himself. Said he: "We are used to being called names by M. Vaillant Couturier." When the other five-minute harangues were over the Premier moved cloture. . . . Would...
...laurel wreath and a bouquet of roses were placed by a Fascist usher on the desk of Signor Mussolini as the Italian Chamber assembled last week in extraordinary session. The galleries and boxes twittered and sparkled with the elect of Rome, Fascist patricians who had come to cheer Il Duce as he put through the Chamber his Defense Decrees (TIME, Nov. 15) punishing with death attempts upon his life, and virtually abrogating civil liberty in Italy...
Tableau. A roar of cheering and shouted snatches of Fascist songs greeted Premier Mussolini as he entered. Ramrod-backed he deigned to nod, to smile. Then his right hand upraised commanded silence. ... A wrist watch might have been heard to tick. . . . Grasping the laurel with one hand and the roses with the other, Il Duce sat down at his desk, stared straight before him, his gaze piercing and immovable. . . . When Il Duce's dramatic silence had begun to seem permanent, the President of the Chamber, Signor Casertano, at length plucked up courage to open the session, not with...