If the Eternal City had a Walter Winchell ("On Broadway"), he would have needed only the doings of the Mussolini family last week to fill most of his column ("On the Corso")* in somewhat this wise: Middle-aisling it on Feb. 6 are the Big Patoot's Manchild No. i, Vittorio, 21, who sports a fine young spinach, and his pretty poopsy, Signorina Orsola Buvoli of Milan, penniless and proud of it. Rome's swellegant hotel will feed the churchgoers out of the Big Patoot's private cache of frog-skins. . . . Dream pigeon of...
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