Word: candidos
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...these letters to various publishers. None would bite, for they had been denounced as fakes and forgeries by everybody involved, including Winston Churchill and Alcide de Gasperi. But such denunciations did not deter wealthy Publisher Angelo Rizzoli, who is Italy's most unclassifiable political figure. Signer Rizzoli publishes Candido, a savagely satirical weekly edited by right-wing Novelist Giovanni (The Little World of Don Camillo) Guareschi; Oggi, a slightly milder weekly with Monarchist politics; L'Europeo, which leans slightly left of center. To round matters out, Rizzoli is a close personal friend of Pietro Nenni, fellow-traveling leader...
...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...
Lately, Guareschi has been feuding with aged (73) ex-Premier Alcide de Gasperi, whom he blames for the fall of the Pella government in January. Two weeks later, Candido carried an article on De Gasperi, referring to him as "the sniper of Castel Gandolfo," and as "cold, ruthless, devoid of all scruple." Along with that, the weekly reproduced a purported letter from De Gasperi, apparently addressed to a British officer in 1944, which called for Allied bombing of Rome as "the only way to break the moral resistance of the Roman people." De Gasperi pronounced the letter a forgery, directed...
...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...