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...victims fed to the sharks. President Franklin D. Roosevelt dispatched suave Diplomat Sumner Welles to smooth the way for the unseating of the "President of a thousand murders." Welles began a subtle campaign against Machado inside the army itself, and one afternoon Battalion No. 1 of the Cabana Fortress trained its guns on the yellow-domed palace, whereupon Machado cried: "All right, my boys, I'm through," and flew off to Nassau. A delirious crowd looted the palace, lynched 18 Machado henchmen and terrorists...
...Cuba--Rebel leader Fidel Castro has derided reports that supporters of the ousted dictator Fulgencio Batista would try to invade Cuba from Batista's refuge in the Dominican Republic. Castro spoke yesterday as Cuba's revolutionary tribunals prepared to start war crimes trials today of Batista henchmen at La Cabana fortress...
Hustling to get away for the weekend, the honey-blonde pressagent in Atlanta hastily dashed off a few corrections on the press release for her biggest client-the new, $3,000,000 Cabana Motor Hotel scheduled to open last week. For a new punch line at the end of the story, Lois LaRoche scribbled: "What a spot for an adventurous weekend!" Then she sent the copy off to a mimeographing and mailing service. Not until she was back from her trip did she see the finished copy that had gone out to some 400 newspapers and magazines, and then...
...pink door of her office, Lois, a pretty, 32-year-old divorcee, wrote to everyone who got the release, blamed all on her handwriting rather than on the typist who misread her scribbled "adventurous" for "adulterous." Last week, despite, and/or because of Lois' too curved pitch, the Cabana was packed to its plush eaves with adventurous VIP first-nighters. Lois could take little solace from the smash opening; the Cabana's owners had let her contract lapse. Said she: "It's a good thing I'm in business for myself. I don't think...
Lolling in a cabana at Atlantic City, N.J. one day last week were four people who had graciously consented to be judges (no pay, but free room and board) at the Western Hemisphere's annual summit meeting of beauties-the 37th Miss America contest. The quartet: Book Publisher and TV Paneluminary Bennett (What's My Line?) Cerf, his wife Phyllis, Playwright-Producer-Director Moss Hart and his actress-wife Kitty Carlisle (of TV's To Tell the Truth). The following memorable dialogue took place...