Word: barone
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...unveiling Baron Gabor de Bessenyey, scholar, raconteur, friend of the artist, orated, comico-seriously: "This is the 20th-century Last Supper. As in another picture of the same subject a banquet scene of the cinquecento was portrayed, here we have a typical genre picture of the 20th Century. In the original it was the last supper for One Man: in this, alas, it is often the last supper of many...
...finest attack of nervous indigestion in all Europe descended last week upon the lean Roman abdomen of Baron Pompeo Aloisi. This hawk-eyed, hollow-cheeked diplomat who since 1932 has served Italy as chief delegate to the League of Nations, found himself rudely summoned from his Geneva apartment, plumped down in a small private dining room before a table full of Swiss food, and talked to, straight from the shoulder, by two nervous, irritable statesmen whose friendship he valued, whose ability he recognized, whose view point he could understand. It was a dreadful meal. The soup got cold, the champagne...
Across the table from Baron Aloisi were immaculate Capt. Anthony Eden, white hope of the British Foreign Office, and swart Pierre Laval, Foreign Minister of France. Britain's Lord Privy Seal, normally the most suave of diplomats, had just recovered from a heart attack. Word had come from London that important Cabinet changes were imminent (see p. 19). With luck, within a fortnight, Captain Eden might find himself Foreign Minister of Great Britain. Minister Laval had scarcely had a good night's sleep for a month. The clatter of railway wheels rang ceaselessly in his ears...
...probably force Italy to withdraw from the League. With the Danubian conference in the offing and the question of Austria's independence pressing hard behind. Britain and France could not afford to lose Italy from the League. Italy. Capt. Eden and Minister Laval chorused, must accept arbitration. Baron Aloisi got up from the table to telephone his boss in Rome...
Last winter bulbous, blustery Viscount Rothermere, "Hearst of England," was furiously castigated in the House of Lords for the fact that he had been a peer for 20 years without so much as taking his seat. His attacker was peppery Major General Baron Mottistone of Mottistone. Barked Lord Mottistone: "I denounce him for his absence from this House! And I say it is wrong that this man can control great organs of public opinion and circulate to millions his wild statements...