Word: piero
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Piero Piccioni, the son of Premier Mario Scelba's ex-Foreign Minister, was locked up in Rome's Queen of Heaven jail on charges of manslaughter. Ugo Montagna, the rich and influential bogus marquis, was clapped into a nearby cell. Rome's ex-Police Chief Saverio Polito was also arrested but allowed to stay at home, pending trial, because...
...accounts of the ringleader, one Ugo Montagna, whose claim to be a Sicilian marquis proved to be bogus but whose talent in another direction was undeniable: despite his luxurious way of life, he paid little income tax, and got away with it. Also involved was young (32) Jazz Pianist Piero Piccioni, son of the Foreign Minister. In a letter made public, one girl claimed that he was the "assassin" for Montagna's ring...
...last of 16,000 pages of evidence to the government prosecutor. Nothing happened. After three days' waiting, Magistrate Sepe took an unusual step to prod higher authorities to action: he pointed his finger at four prominent figures by the simple expedient of canceling their passports. The four: Pianist Piero Piccioni, Ugo Montagna, ex-Police Chief Saverio Polito and, to the surprise of almost everyone, Prince Maurice of Hesse, 28-year-old grandson of Italy's late King Victor Emmanuel. The magistrate's action came at an awkward time, with the Scelba government already off balance...
...Thus did Piero Saporiti, former TIME Bureau Chief in Madrid, move into his new post as Bureau Chief in Rio. Following is his fuller explanation of the footnote...
...Spain, says Piero Saporiti, when a person offers you food or drink it is an insult to refuse. One day in the city of Bilbao, he met a Basque friend whose vice, was bragging about his native regional food. "Having eaten badly that week," says Saporiti, "I decided to test my friend. The conditions: he could introduce me to the most 'exquisite' dish of my career and if my palate agreed, I would pay the bill. We stopped at a restaurant where my friend whispered some hasty instructions to the waiter. Minutes later came wooden forks...