Word: francesco
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Pinedo. Commander Francesco de Pinedo, famed flying Fascist, was forced last week to land on the Atlantic near the Azores Islands on the next-to-last leg of his 26,000-mile, four-continent flight. Premier Mussolini stayed up all night until he heard that Flyer de Pinedo's plane had been towed safely to Fayal, Azores. Soon Commander de Pinedo expects to hop to Rome and receive a long-delayed welcome...
While listening to the strains of the Italian national anthem being played outside of his suite in the Copley-Plaza, Commander Francesco De Pinedo, Italian inter-continental aviator, gave an interview to the CRIMSON during his short stay in Boston...
...Cuba (see col. 3); Charles Beecher Warren, onetime U. S. Ambassador to Mexico; Mr. and Mrs. Cyrus Hermann Kotzschmar Curtis, who in return dined President and Mrs. Coolidge on their yacht Lyndonia; Mr. and Mrs. Frank W. Stearns of Boston, who came for a stay of several weeks; Commander Francesco de Pinedo, Italian air ace, to whom Mr. Coolidge expressed his regrets over the recent burning of Signer de Pinedo's plane (TIME, April 18); J. Ramsay Macdonald, onetime British premier, who was accompanied by his daughter Ishbel, (see p. 11).¶ On the presidential desk was placed...
Last week Commander Francesco de Pinedo, swart, pouting but good-natured Fascist ace, bade goodbye to the steep shores of Roosevelt Lake, Ariz. But he did not leave them as expected. His seaplane, the Santa Maria, in which he had skirted Africa, spun over the Atlantic, swooped over the jungles of Brazil, threaded the West Indies, visited New Orleans and Texas, and which he was now refueling for the next hop, to San Diego and the Pacific, lay in still water surrounded by a Joseph's coat of many colors-spilled oil. From a rowboat full of boys nearby...
Having skimmed Africa, spanned the Atlantic, looped South America, threaded the West Indies, Commander Francesco De Pinedo, swart Fascist ace, last week swooped into New Orleans with his two aides in their big seaplane. He had just shaved freshly out over the Gulf of Mexico, finished off his ship's last bottle of Chianti, played his phonograph. Voluble gentlemen, one of them enormously corpulent (Mayor O'Keefe), welcomed him to the U. S. Soon he was hopping again, to Galveston, to San Antonio. His four-continent itinerary called for flight across the desert southwest to the Pacific, north to Seattle...