Signor Caraldo

Then finally the door swung open, and the dour frown of Signor Caraldo appeared in the doorway. His bristly mustache quivered.
He was a short-faced paesano, a real paesano straight from some Italian pasture, here in America to put some airs on. He wore a hat and a shirt with buttons like a real man, and he spoke English with some loping provincial accent.

From Rocky the Ex-Con