Word: goings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week Edda Ciano's husband, Count Galeazzo Ciano, Italian Minister for Foreign Affairs, paid an official visit to Generalissimo Francisco Franco in Spain. The Countess for once did not go along. The Countess' father, Il Duce, was summering in central Italy at Rocca delle Caminate, still keeping the vow of silence he publicly took at Cuneo, in northern Italy, last May. Edda herself was at the island of Capri, across from the Bay of Naples, supervising the building of a villa at her (and the late Emperor Tiberius') favorite recreation spot...
...certain that Edda, whoever her mother was, was born out of wedlock. Socialist Mussolini, an extreme anticlerical, would scarcely have permitted himself a church wedding, and civil weddings were practically unheard of. Besides, it was common knowledge, until at least 1920, that Benito and Rachele had never bothered to go through a marriage ceremony. A romantic story has it that Edda's trips to London, made in the late 1920s ostensibly for pleasure, were to see her real mother, who, it is said, died of tuberculosis about 1930. With this story is linked the conclusion that Edda...
Twenty-odd years ago in Sweden a baby was born with no ears. In every other way he was normal. When the boy was old enough to go to school, he rather enjoyed being a phenomenon, joked about it with his mates. In adolescence he became much more sensitive. He could hear perfectly-but instead of outer ears he had two repulsive stumps...
...best local coverage in town. Of the afternoon papers, Hearst's Call-Bulletin is a shrill screamer, the Scripps-Howard News a tired liberal. If Paul Smith can put over the city's only home-owned newspaper as a liberal, world-conscious sheet, he may make a go...
Nobody has decided yet whether Pinky Smith is a young liberal who happens to be smart or a young smartpants who finds it convenient to appear liberal. But nobody denies that he has gone far in his 30 years and promises to go much farther. Twelve years ago he bummed his way across the toll bridge between Vancouver, Wash, and Portland, told the bridge keeper: "I'll come back some day in my Cadillac and pay you that nickel." Last week he crossed the bridge again and lamented: "Here I am in my Cadillac and I find the bridge...