Word: pierrot
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Less ambitious, but even more to the Parisian taste, were the exploits of 23-year-old "Pierrot le Fou" (Crazy Pete), who made his seventh jailbreak in three years. Wavy-haired Pierrot (real name: Pierre Carrot) began his career as an escape artist at the age of 20, when he pretended to hang himself in his cell and knocked out the jailer who rushed to cut him down. Recaptured some months later, Pierrot sawed his way into the cell of a condemned murderer. Then Pierrot used an iron bar to dispose of the guards who came to escort the murderer...
...Pierrot's latest escape, made in the company of his faithful lieutenant René Mâle (known as René l'Américain) and a third man, was accomplished by the rather humdrum device of enticing a guard near enough to steal his gun, and marching with it out to the street...
...Loony Now? By midweek Pierrot and René had knocked over a suburban bar (for about $30) and staged at least two other holdups. Amid confident press speculation that they had probably fled to the country until the heat was off, the two, posing as detectives, then called at the fashionable Neuilly apartment of Joseph de Bisschop, a transport company executive, and walked out with 100,000 francs (about $300) in cash and some $1,400 worth of jewelry...
...plainclothesman sighted Crazy Pete and René drinking with a girl in a Montmartre bistro. René saw the detective edging toward a phone, and suspected the lady friend of betraying him. He shot at her across the table and missed. While bystanders helped the cop subdue René, Pierrot made another escape, out the front door...
...last week was something memorable. "Pierrot" was in almost constant fury. Looking like a bald, wet owl behind his big, black-rimmed spectacles, he squeaked invectives and obscenities at the top of his lung power, slammed telephones, kicked the furniture and insulted the mentalities of his reporters, editors and make-up men. The staffers took it calmly. They knew that five minutes after every squall Lazareff would be rushing around the plant and tenderly calling everybody "mon petit Coco...