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Another U. S. folk group, the Italian-Americans, preoccupies John Fante, author of Wait Until Spring, Bandini in Dago Red (Viking; $2.50). It is perhaps 1940's best book of short stories: the sort many people wish that William Saroyan, with a grip on himself at last, would write. With the emotional richness of his race and his Church, Fante writes mostly of his childhood-First Communion, baseball ambitions, parochial schools, his volatile father, long-suffering mother-always an easier trick than to write well of the adult world. But his best tale, "A Wife for Dino Rossi...
Riddled by injuries, the Freshman nine will journey to Riverside field this afternoon to met the Boston University Freshman. Coach Samborski will call on Jack Schwede, who set down Tome School 15-5 on the Spring trip, to pitch. Mel Gordon will replace the injured Hartstone and Dago Avergun will probably start in place of Lovett, also on the sick list. The game is called for 3:30 o'clock...
...looked like Italian gangsters. "Without saying anything derogatory of the Italian race, what term would you apply to some of the men you saw around Gate No. 4 of the Ford plant that day?" asked a sly Labor Board lawyer. The witness, a photographer named Arnold Freeman, promptly replied: "Dago hoodlums...
Died. Louis William ("Bridgie") Webber, 59, Manhattan gambler who turned State's evidence in 1912 to convict Manhattan Police Lieut. Charles Becker and four gunmen-"Lefty" Louis Rosenberg, Harry ("Gyp the Blood") Horowitz, "Whitey" Lewis and "Dago" Frank Cirofici-of murdering Gambler Herman Rosenthal; of peritonitis; on the 21st anniversary of Becker's electrocution; in Passaic, N. J., where for 22 years he had managed a paper-box factory...
Jack Buchan, in his romantic novels like The Path of the King, successfully flatters his middle-class public and also their beloved sovereign with such turns as: "We may all of us have King's blood in our veins. The Dago who blacked my boots in Vancouver may be descended in some roundabout way from Julius Caesar. . . . And we fools rub our eyes and wonder when we see genius come out of the gutter! It did not begin there . . . Shakespeare . . . Napoleon . . . who knows what kings and prophets they had in their ancestry...