Word: signore
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...slender destroyers attain the proposed velocity of Signer Mussolini's liners, already christened by rumor the Duce and the Rex. Allegedly an Italian inventor has conceived the idea of supplementing the stern propellers with additional propulsive apparatus to be placed along the sides of the new ships. Reputedly Signor Mussolini is ready to sacrifice all cargo space to engines, subsidize the ships, and use them only for express passenger and mail service. At such a cost-and it would run into millions yearly-Italy could provide herself with two super-ships, presumably so designed as to be converted into...
...allegedly informed the Jugoslavian chargé d'affaires, M. George Colom- batovitch, that he had no choice but to sign the treaty, since the Italians had perfected means to foment a revolt in Albania which would have swept him (Zogu) out of power had he refused to sign. 5) Signor Mario Alberti, Director of the Banca di Credito Italiano, who arranged a loan to Albania 18 months ago, is alleged to have arranged with the Albanian authorities for a text of the agreement in Albanian differing from the binding text in Italian. Allegedly the Italian text (the "real" text) provides...
Though the German Cabinet crisis continued last week, with the resigned Marx Cabinet still functioning ad interim (TIME, Dec. 27), an important Italo-German treaty of arbitration was signed in Rome by Signor Mussolini and the German Ambassador, Baron von Neurath...
...young, before Impresario Gatti-Casazza and Chairman-Director Kahn of the Metropolitan Opera, in Manhattan. In the wings of the huge auditorium, empty save for these gentlemen, her aunt and newsgatherers, she doffed her plaid coat; on the stage sang Danny Boy and two modern numbers. Signor Gatti-Casazza delegated Mr. Kahn to report; the latter told her to rest for a while, study, come back after a year or two to sing for him again...
...Teddy, coal-black boiler room cat at the Metropolitan Opera, last week momentarily disrupted a performance of Turandot. As the curtain rose for the third act, Signor Lauri-Volpi, my stage lover, was disclosed supposedly asleep on the steps of my palace. Teddy advanced toward him across the stage. Box-holders jerked their opera glasses into position. Others opened wide their eyes. There was tittering, laughter and one great solemn guffaw. Teddy prowled on. Lauri-Volpi rose to sing. The audience roared. I, offstage, about to go on, had hard work to keep the severe demeanor of the cold Chinese...