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Originally swart, nervous, cynical Roberto Farinacci was famed as the Castor Oil Man of Fascismo. Politicians who rashly opposed Il Duce were ambushed and forced to swallow a pint, a quart, even a sickening gallon of what Farinacci called his "golden nectar of nausea." As Secretary General of the Fascist Party he wielded Ku-Klux powers of life and death. His last notorious, outrageous exploit was to warp the very fibre of Italian Justice and get off virtually scot free the Fascist murderers of the multimillionaire Socialist Deputy Giacomo Matteotti (TIME, April 5, 1926). Leading U. S. correspondents have since...
...stream of liquid fire. Sweeten with one teaspoonful of pulverized white sugar, and serve in a small bar tumbler, with a piece of lemon peel. ... A beholder gazing for the first time upon an experienced artist compounding this beverage, would naturally come to the conclusion that it was a nectar for Pluto rather than Bacchus. The novice in mixing this beverage should be careful not to scald himself. To become proficient in throwing the liquid from one mug to the other, it will be necessary to practice for some time with cold water...
First let us serve the nectar, and then to take the good taste away let us all have a good swig of Sloan's Liniment. For such is the method of attack, when dealing with a piece such as "The Madcap". The nectar is in the summing up of the performance of Mitzi, upon whose shoulders hangs the entire production. This lady, reminiscent of the Duncan sisters in "Topsy and Eva", is really highly amusing. Regardless of when she was at her prime, presumably before what Professor Merriman chooses to call "the late unpleasantness", she still can put her personality...
...contend a "family tree" proves nothing for a man unless he can garner from it the "sweet fruit of reason" and the nectar of tolerance. May I point out that even an American family tree must have a "sap." For which the K K. K. should be thankful...
...Barely had Ambassador Herrick tasted and copiously imbibed the nectar of French culture, when he saw the cup about to be dashed from his lips by blond Teutons to whom dusky, petite France was a morsel, not an inspiration. Nearer tramped the Conquerors. An impromptu French defense, mobilized in taxicabs seemed sure to crumble. Frightened, scared to the marrow, Frenchmen proceeded to withdraw their capital from Paris to Bordeaux. Automatically the Diplomatic Corps would follow the Government. Suddenly it was discovered that the U. S. Ambassador alone proposed to remain behind...