Word: veneto
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...GRAND MANEUVERS OF THE REVEREND ON VIA VENETO, chortled the next day's picture caption, while the subject of the story, privately reprimanded by the Vatican, prepared to return to the relative freedom and anonymity of New York. "Italy has nothing more for me," said Gussoni. "It's better to lose your health than your reputation...
...Europe there is no street quite so lively, quite so cosmopolitan or quite so zany as Rome's Via Veneto-the broad, tree lined avenue known to Italy's American colony as "the Beach." And for a decade past, the heart of the Beach has been the polyglot, block-long Caffé Doney. There in the soft Roman night, Italians and tourists alike sat till the wee hours beneath bright sidewalk umbrellas, sipping whisky, apéritifs or coffee, and watching the Via Veneto's endless parade of smartly dressed girls, pomaded gigolos and international celebrities, ranging...
Last week for devotees of the Beach all around the world, there was earth-shaking news: Doney's was no longer unquestioned monarch of the Via Veneto. The challenger: the bustling Café de Paris, which occupies the sidewalk opposite Doney's, and for the last few months has been looking more and more like a winner...
...Doney's was gained by capturing the patronage of shapely Artist Novella Parigini (TIME, Jan. 25, 1954), famed both for her slickly painted nudes and for her girl friends who wear tight slacks, wild hairdos, and exude the sort of animal magnetism that , draws crowds on the Via Veneto. Another Di Nozzi inspiration was the ivory telephones that Café de Paris waiters plug in at the tables. This won the Café de Paris the patronage of many of Rome's ubiquitous movie agents, one of whom cheerily explained: "I can get on the horn there...
NORTH FROM ROME, by Helen MacInnes (307 pp.; Harcourt, Brace; $3.95), is a sentimental travelogue spiced with a warning to all impulsive tourists: mind your own business. Horning in on a 3 a.m. kidnaping on the Via Veneto makes a lovelorn Harvardman miss the boat to New York, involves him with assorted dope peddlers, spies, a Sicilian triggerman turned legitimate, an Italian aristocrat turned Communist, and a dark-eyed golden-skinned Roman girl who did a turn at Radcliffe. It all leaves him too jumpy to enjoy the landscape between Rome and Perugia, or even the pleasures of an assignation...