Word: candido
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...struggles with ungentle Communists, might picture the author as an amiable, chuckly type who would never have a hard word for anybody except Reds. Actually, Author-Journalist Giovanni Guareschi, 45, is a fierce monarchist, with a fierce mustache and a fierce tongue. Guareschi edits the brilliant satirical weekly, Candido, which pillories politicians of the center as well as those of the left. Three years ago, a Candido cartoon depicted President Einaudi (some of whose income is derived from vineyards) reviewing a troop of wine bottles. Caption: "These are the warriors of the Republic." For "vilifying" Einaudi, Guareschi drew an eight...
Dark clouds hung low on the rugged Cantabrian mountain peaks, and storm warnings were posted all along the Spanish coast. Out in the Atlantic, aboard his 32-foot trawler Flower of Spring, Fisherman Candido Solana Hoz listened to the radio while he scanned the seas with practiced eye. Of all the captains sailing out of the little Basque village of Santona, Candido was the ablest. For 50 years he had followed the sea, and with his three husky sons Ricardo, Constantino and Manuel for a crew, he seldom failed to bring the Flower back with a fine catch...
...went well until they stood a mere mile from Santona's lighthouse. Then the Flower's engine sputtered to a stop. The youngest son tinkered with the dead machinery. "Quick, Manuel, or we'll be caught," urged Candido. But the helpless craft was already broaching to the sea. As the other boys tried in vain to rig a sail, the waves were already crashing on the deck. Ashore, where the lighthouse keeper had spread the alarm, Santona's fishermen tried to launch lifeboats, but the angry seas tossed them back like corks onto the jagged reefs...
...helplessly drifting Flower was only a few hundred yards from the harbor when Candido called to his sons, "Try to swim it, boys. Leave me here. I'm all right." But before the boys could reply, he slipped and fell to the deck. Without a word, Ricardo, Constantino and Manuel went to work. They seized fishing nets bordered with cork buoys and tied them securely around their father. A moment later a huge wave broke over them. On shore, the praying watchers-gave a cry, and the village priest made a sign of the Cross. Neither the Flower...
...boys!" mourned Candido next day as he lay safe at home in his iron bed, surrounded by grandchildren. "My boys! They should have let me go down...