Valencia. She looked overfworked and somewhat older. Her speech, however, did not lack any enthusiasm. It was more fiery than before. She spoke on the role of the women in Spain during the war. She paid tribute to the Spanish women for the sacrifices they had made in the fight for independence and peace. She praised the Spanish mothers who had sent their sons to fight for democracy and a happier life. The whole house rose to its feet, cheered, and thundered applause as Passionaria called forth her famous slogan: "It is better to be the widow of a hero than the wife of a coward." Barcelona via Valencia THE news of the fall of Teruel and the advance of the Italian and German troops on the Aragon front gave rise to new energy and determination. Fascist guns were raining death more often on the streets of the city. One day in March, 1938, the fascists shelled the city. It was on a Sunday. People were out on the streets, in the cafes, and in the parks. Shells began to drop in the centre of the city. Word spread that one shell hit a street-car, killing twenty-three and severely wounding eleven. Some days later, I learned that during that shelling, seventy-fivefpeople had been killed while the number of wounded ran to well over one hundred. Early on the morning of April 4th, when the city was still s1eeping, we were moved from Madrid and were on the way to Barcelona. The fascists were making serious advances on the Aragon front. Madrid was left behind calm and stronger in spirit than ever. The main highway to Valencia was crowded Trucks carrying soldiers to help their Catalon brothers, were streaming on to the Valencia highway. The men sang and cheered, holding high the Republican flag at the head of each truck. Coming into Valencia we saw agreat number of buildings demolished by bombs. The atmosphere was one of war. Troops moved in every direction from the city. Guards kept a close check on every car and truck passing in and out. We left Valencia in the afternoon. Fast travel was impos- 22