Word: pompeo
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...convinced that when Benito Mussolini has answered he has answered, British Minister for League of Nations Affairs Captain Anthony Eden, and French Premier Pierre Laval spent an exasperating week in Paris trying to find out officially from Italian League Delegate Baron Pompeo Aloisi what Italy really wants of Ethiopia...
...those pre-Fascist days keen, hard little King Vittorio Emanuele III of Italy had picked hawk-eyed,, hollow-cheeked Baron Pompeo Aloisi as his naval aide-de-camp. Austria's spy net was known to have its spider on Swiss soil at Zurich in the person of a certain Captain Mayer. On the night of Feb. 24, 1917 Spy Master Mayer's safe was rifled by expert Italian cracksmen. For the next three days the Italian frontier was closed to keep Austrian spies from escaping from Italy. They were caught and shot in batches on the evidence provided...
Melzi's son sold most of the manuscripts to one Pompeo Leoni, sculptor at the Spanish court, who in turn sold at least one volume to a Spaniard named Don Juan de Espina. This volume attracted the notice of Thomas Howard, Earl of Arundel, friend to Anthony Van Dyck. For more than ten years the earl's agents nagged de Espina to sell. When Arundel died in 1646 he owned the book, but by that time Charles I had surrendered to the Scots rebels. Hence, suggests Kenneth Clark, the drawings did not at once pass to the British...
More than 150 years before, Pompeo Leoni had numbered them. Some time in the 15 years after Mr. Dalton opened the chest, somebody cut out and presumably destroyed about 180 of the 779 drawings. One of these, it is known, was a picture of a handsome young man embracing a hideous crone. The surviving drawings include a superb series of anatomical studies of men, not one of a woman. Kenneth Clark indicates, does not say, that someone in the prudish, provincial court of George III found the 180 in bad taste...
...finest attack of nervous indigestion in all Europe descended last week upon the lean Roman abdomen of Baron Pompeo Aloisi. This hawk-eyed, hollow-cheeked diplomat who since 1932 has served Italy as chief delegate to the League of Nations, found himself rudely summoned from his Geneva apartment, plumped down in a small private dining room before a table full of Swiss food, and talked to, straight from the shoulder, by two nervous, irritable statesmen whose friendship he valued, whose ability he recognized, whose view point he could understand. It was a dreadful meal. The soup got cold, the champagne...