New Britain herald., 1927-01-07

I take life on a running jump.
 It is life lived to its fullest. We arrive at greater achievement when we are ready to spring the moment the occasion breaks. It is the life l have been trying to instill into the heart of my militant Fascists. Ready, pulling at the leash, alert, impelled in the thought of an in- vincible destiny.
 And. while l eXhort my hundreds of thousands to that life, I amongst them all must be the first exemplar. I have again and again launched a clarion cry for them, "Bisogna vi we're pericolosamente," that is Tt is necessary to live dangerously" which is perhaps the essence of the charmed life. I therefore yield to TO one of them the first place in danger. A leader must permeate his followers with his own spirit. He is the embodiment of what they hold noble and lofty. They must be- hold in him the ideals for which they are ready to sacrifice even their last drop of blood. Without that trust in his spirit, there is no unanimity of purpose and single ness of goal; without it the colec- tive mass would threaten to disin- tegrate, not being strongly bound.
 The idea of "fascio' is ito be bound" In getting my inspiration for the word, that was just exactly bound together for a common pur-, pose as the lictor's rods are bound tightly by strong and sinewy thongs. The rods are the units of tascists while the thongs are the forces which bind them together into one compact whole, to common ideals. sufferings, sacrifices and aims. They are through these common attri- butes fastened to their leader, who must be the embodiment of their cult.
 The leader must never falter. His is the task to lift high the torch of sacrifice and to be the bravest of the brave in times of stress.
 Defics Wouid-be Assassins
 And this l remember when at tempts are made on my life. The leader last of all should show the strain. I forget the assassins and their devices. forget them quickly and go on. My faith unshaken con- signs me to the will of destiny. There is no other way and destiny guards me until my work is done.
 Well-intentioned warnings to be- ware of assassins come to me from all over the world. My mail is full of admonition for this month or that. So thoroughly have these we'll wishing clairvoyants covered the months of the year that there are no months left in which I can breathe easily. My latest urged me to take care in December, January February and March. A tender old English lady wrote me 1mpiorlng me to wear a coat of mail under my clothes.
 Danger electriiies me. If man SlOull enter lily loOIl ui iA~u '' a revolver, I should immediately spring to attack him. l am built that way. I plunge forward at the snap just as a hound leaps at the first scent in the hunt. l get the flash and immediately l am carried into the fray.
 My colleagues have warned me against the assassin's bullet and bomb. They have begged me to go through the streets of Rome with motorcycle escort or a mounted platoon. They tell me I expose my self too much. I laugh. Signor Federzoni, when he was minister Of the interior, insisted that l have guards in my automobile, some on ,ho running board. armed to the teeth to ward off any who might come near. I threatened him that if any such nonsense were perpe- trated, I would walk to and from the office
 My ride to and from work is indeed a real relaxation from the burden of govern= mont. cannot stand to have that peaceful morning and evening diversion intcrfered with. My ma chine would be full of nervous, awkward policemen who would har- a"s mo to the point of evaporation wiih olcr- zeal, I demand to be let alone for facing the people of Rome without a squad of guards l enjoy greater abandon.