Word: sabaudia
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...demo-plutocracies. . . . Comrade mechanics, start the motor. Comrade farmers, the harvest begins," proclaimed Il Duce. Stepping down from his perch, he pitched in with the threshers, for an hour jerked open stacks of wheat and tossed them into the hopper. He repeated his performance later in Pontinia, Littoria and Sabaudia, three other towns built in the Pontine area (TIME...
...Church of Pomezia was ready, Il Duce slipped in a parchment and some newly minted Italian coins of 1938, seized the trowel and slapped, spread mortar with the professional touch he has shown in cornerstoning other cities of Littoria (see map), namely Littoria, the capital of the Province, Sabaudia, Pontinia and Aprilia. "Ceremonies such as these require no speeches -for facts are more eloquent than words!" said the Dictator shortly, before climbing back behind the wheel of his car. Up went cheers in which the Italian peasants were joined by a delegation of Japanese university students who shrilled: "Banzai...
...Ethiopians, he gave no sign of it to a hundred foreign journalists who motored out with him to what used to be the Pontine marshes, are now rich wheat fields and model Fascist towns. In the past six years three of such towns have been built (Littoria, Sabaudia, Pontinia), all following the same basic plan, and all equipped with a town hall, parish church, school, police station, Fascist headquarters, cinema, sports field and playgrounds before the first private home was built. Last week's ceremony was to trace the boundaries of the new town of Aprilia...
...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 by begetting seven children, had neatly stacked good golden wheat in the front yard. A flag flapped atop the stack and a government threshing machine stood behind...
...with leg-stretching strides, threw off his coat and hat, seized a pitchfork and began heaving wheat into the maw of the thresher. There was no need for the photographers to hurry. Sweating mightily, Thresher Mussolini pitched wheat into the machine for one full hour while the peasants of Sabaudia, hoarse from their usual heavy doses of quinine, sang folk songs to him. An official called time and then handed him a pay ticket for 2 lire, 10 centesimi (18?), the usual wage for an Italian farm laborer's hour of work. Puffing and bedewed, Mussolini felt that...
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