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- Peace is the only solution.

- Shut up, draft-dodger!

Depart Italian soil...,

Long live neutrality,

long live Socialism!

Long live the poor!

You cowards, we're far more

Socialist than you.

We're ready to die for Italy.

Italy wants to go to war.

Italy wants peace.

You sold out to Germany and Austria.

You sold out to France.

- Italy's starving!

- You Judas!

- Long live the working class!

- You're all clowns!

You're corrupt!

Latest news!

Mussolini wounded

on the Carso Plateau.

Mussolini wounded on the Carso.

Turn the lights on!

Right here, Your Majesty.

How are you, Mussolini?

You must be suffering.

It's agony.

But we have to hold out.

General Olmi speaks highly of you.

Thank you, Your Majesty...

I just did my duty.

Italy and the House of Savoia

are very appreciative.

Why are you here? Go home, you spy!

- I'm his wife.

- What? You brazen hussy!

I'm his wife. Nothing to say?

- Be quiet.

- Tell her I'm your wife.

Don't forget your son,

don't abandon us.

- Get out!

- Don't abandon us.

Mad woman!

I'm fine.

I'll kill her, rip her ears off!

You're my woman.

You're my woman.

So, be quiet.

You're my little mouse.

Kids, stop it

or we won't bring you anymore.

Sit down!

Sit in your seats.

FUTURISTIC EXPO 1917

Welcome, Mr. Editor.

I'm honored and warfully happy

that you are here.

Long live the Hero of Doberd!

The "rat-a-tat-tat"

of machine guns is a joy.

Italy needs people

willing to risk their lives,

to give blood for victory.

It's the only direction for change.

Futurism will explode

the depravity of our times.

- Hurray for the war!

- Long live Futurism!

You've realized the only

redemption is to win or die.

- What's happening?

- A good deed.

Benito, look at me.

I'm ready to forgive you.

Do what you like

but keep me with you.

Get your hands off me!

REVOLUTION IN RUSSIA

POWER TO THE SOVIETS

LENIN DICTATOR:

"Chaos in Russia"...

or "Lenin dictator"?

Come outside, you thief!

You've abandoned your wife and son

to the deepest poverty!

I've written to the Pope,

the Prime Minister,

the Court of Milan,

to the editor of

Il Corriere della Sera!

So they'll send you to prison.

You thief!

WAR IS OVER!

OUR MARTYRS HAVE ALL ARISEN!

TRENT, TRIESTE AND UDINE FREED

THE IDEAL HAS BEEN REACHED!

RAISE HEARTS AND BANNERS ON HIGH!

Ministry of Internal Affairs

February 13, 1920, Ida Dalser

and her son Benito Albino Mussolini

have been taken to the home

of her sister Adele,

who is married to Mr, Palcher,

an accountant in Trent.

Temporarily peaceful

but with her propensity to flight,

Ida Dalser is under

strict surveillance night and day.

SOCIALIST FESTIVAL

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