Word: bullfighting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After taking his degree at the University of Edinburgh, young Dr. Sutherland went to Spain to assist his uncle, who had a practice at Huelva. There he saw many a bullfight, became cronies with El Litri, veteran matador. Twice Sutherland "played" a bull in a tentadero (practice fight). The first time, after two successful passes, the bull got him, might have killed him if El Litri had not bounded to his rescue...
When he reached Madrid two months ago U. S. Ambassador Claude Gernade Bowers beamingly declared that ''President Roosevelt profoundly admires the Spanish people." Taken to a bullfight, he exclaimed, "I was tremendously impressed. It evoked memories of spectacles in ancient Rome. I have never seen such color and tensity...
...Madrid, U. S. Ambassador Claude Gernade Bowers went to his first bullfight, held in honor of a gathering of European beauty queens. Afterwards he declared: "I was tremendously impressed . . . memories of spectacles in ancient Rome! I have never seen such color and tensity in a crowd. The action of the matadors was a most thrilling combination of beauty of physical rhythm with the danger of death. The placing of banderillas by special Portuguese horsemen was a beautiful exhibition...
...Tschiffely refuses to manufacture adventures, but admits that once he had to shoot in self-defense. He often had passport trouble and was occasionally taken for a spy, but by the time he reached Mexico City his fame had preceded him: he was given the honor of opening a bullfight. Though his kind of traveling was thirsty work, Tschiffely carried no water. "For my own use I had a flask of brandy, and another filled with lemon juice mixed with a little salt. This concoction was very stimulating but tasted so bad that I was never tempted to drink much...
...early days Escudero's tricks were not confined to his dancing. He rarely had money to pay his hotel bills, so he would throw his mattress out the window before the proprietor was up in the morning, jump for it and disappear. He was arrested once at a bullfight for squeezing the juice of an orange at a fellow spectator who held his umbrella in the way. He still cannot resist frightening women by suddenly snorting at them like a horse...