Word: bullfighter
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...black and cream silk dressing gown, chain-smoking black Mexican cigarettes and gracefully flicking the ashes to the floor. Behind him the phone jangled incessantly. ("Tell her I'm out," he would say, "and will be back in an hour.") Around him swirled admirers, newspapermen, photographers, bullfighters and favor-seekers, helping themselves to the free Scotch and brandy, and filling the room with smoke and babble. His three personal servants bustled to unpack 15 leather bags, containing 17 suits and a tailcoat, a small treasure in jewelry, seven gold-embroidered bullfight costumes, and a batch of books which included...
...Dominguin was up soon after 8, to drink his coffee and read the newspaper accounts of his arrival. Then, though he hates exercise, he went out for some roadwork, to get used to the altitude. After that, he was driven to the Plaza Mexico, the world's biggest bullfight arena, which he had never seen. He stamped over the sand, looking for pitfalls, and paced off the distance from the center of the ring to the barrier. Then he went to look at the bulls, the biggest and best Mexico could provide. Someone asked him how he liked...
...stood transfixed. Sombreros began to rain into the ring. "Torero!" yelled the fans, "torero, torero, torero!" He was awarded both ears of his second bull, and walked twice around the ring as a blizzard of waving white handkerchiefs broke over the whole arena. Said one oldtimer. "The most extraordinary bullfight in Mexico." "I've never seen anything like it," said another...
...Americans don't have the guts to be bullfighters." This remark, tossed off in a Mexico City café, infuriated a young poster artist with flaming red hair and a temper to match. He flared back: "Americans have more guts in their little fingers than the rest of the world put together!" To make good his boast, Brooklyn-born Sidney Franklin had to learn enough about bullfight technique to get through a face-saving appearance with yearling bulls at a rancho in the country. That was back in 1922, and with time off for wars, revolutions and surgical operations...
Last week, characteristically sparing no superlatives, Franklin published his autobiography* for armchair aficionados. And, characteristically, Franklin was far away from the literary tea set. He was in Spain making his debut as a teacher of young bullfighters, in the small (pop. 18,000) Andalusian city of Alcalá de Guadaira, eight miles from the famed bullfight center of Seville. Franklin had patched up the local bull ring, unused for 25 years, with $6,000 of his own money to provide an arena for his school...