The Cordova daily times., 1923-01-05
By EDITH THOMAS FRANSIOLI


 The Fascist! A name to conjure with-the word of the hour! We think of them as the modern knight errants of the Italian nation, saving it from the horrors of Red Bolshevism and bloody disintegration; the noble cru saders of today, fighting for an ideal equal right for all classes of their countrymen. We see them-young- vigorous, resolute, swinging along in military formation; their black shirts, black fezzes and black sashes with the white skull and cross bones, giv- ing to their raimant a semblance of uniformity carrying only sticks in their hands, but heaven knows what other weapons not so patently visible! We hear their ringing battle song which rings like paean of youth:
 "GiovaneZza, Giovanezze
 Primavera di bellezza.'
 (Youth, youth, the spring of beau- ty,) and their decidedly martial battle cheer, whose strange cadences no pei can reproduce luckily-"Eia-eia-ei -eia- alala!" I do not think there is any adequate translation for it. To one Yankee on-combatant it always meant, "The U. s. A. forever!" It is certainly a wild and terrifying sound, calculated to make the stranger long for his less temptuous fatherland. The fascist are providing, at the least. gratifying picturesque interest to world weary of the commonplace in political upheavals!
 Warned of Visit
 It was in no very serious vein that I first heard of them. We were ill London and an English friend of ours was advising us about our proposed Continental tour. Handsome, we'll set up, and well "got up,' the majority of elderly Englishmen are, he in formed me with the assurance ot perfectly groomed oracle, that we should not go to Italy. Rather messy state of affairs there just now" he said. Every irregular-bands of peas ants and all that going about fighting T cant recall what this new party is called-sounds rather like a cheese Really, don't see why you want to 20 to Italy, at this time of year, at any rate-the houses are much too hot and you get the most eXtraoroi- nary food" The last sentence settled if, Huddled miserably over a small grate fire, whose hot coals, glowing contentedly, furnished ample warmth according to English ideas, for the enormous old-fashioned drawing room in which I sat and froZe, I yearned TOT those overloaded Italian houses, ana for that extraordinary food,' to re- place the only too familiar Engllsh mutton with it's accompanying bolleo potato!
 Tn Paris, our next stop, an obllglnS young vice consul assured us that, all reports to the contrary, we should De quite safe in Italy, provided we d'd not wander out of the beaten track and did not attempt to motor. Mo- tOrists did not seem popular; also barricades were apt to arise across the road over night But in the larger Italian cities, except for a few rlots' strikes and sudden deaths, life was tranquil and bromidic. That, too, sounded rather alluring, and we pro ceeded to Italy. But before proceed ing I inquired of another budding diplomat as to the name of the new party that seemed to be successfully Outsing the communists in the ltallan farming districts. and how to pro- nounce it. but he did not quite remem- Der. Anyhow, he was sure that it was all flash in the pan; in few months there would be new party with a new name. "It's Fas' some thing though, think" This was last December, and now the whole world says "Fascisti!" Just like this, "Fa- cheese-te," with accent on the "cheese'
 Newspapers Silent
 In Rome, as far asthe newspapers were concerned, we found the same dearth of news of the warning fac.