Fascists Fooled

Slow steaming with many a portentous puff, the special train of Premier Mussolini drew into Riccione, on the Adriatic coast, last week.

Fascist throngs cheered, rendered the Fascist salute to what proved to be an empty train.

Meanwhile, Il Duce, shrewd wooer of privacy on his official vacation, which began last week, arrived from the Republic of San Marino by motor (see above), sought the quay at Riccione, slipped unremarked on board a sailboat with his family.

Sprucely habited in white yachting flannels, II Duce took the tiller. Throughout the week he sailed, fished, occasionally donned his bathing suit, leaned from the prow, a wide-eyed, hirsute figurehead.