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...true of many Mexicans, the seat of Avila Camacho's attraction is his eyes. They are brown and full of comradely humor. His body is vaguely reminiscent of various ripe fruits-his face of a pear, his torso of a papaya. Last week the sophisticated began calling him El Buchudo, he of the double chin. Pudgy though he is, Avila Camacho keeps himself in good condition, mostly by riding and walking. A Mexican is nothing if he cannot make himself look like part of a horse. Avila Camacho's "highschool" horse Pavo (Peacock) went through his dance steps...
Mexicans cannot deeply love a politician who was not a soldier in some revolution. Avila Camacho is primarily an Army man and went off to his first revolution when he was 17, but he is a very special kind of soldier-so special that his enemies nicknamed him El Soldado Desconocido, the unknown soldier. His specialty was persuasion. Instead of meeting rebels in frontal conflict, he would take an airplane, fly straight to their camp, sit them down on a log and pacify them with sympathetic conversation and promises-which, surprisingly enough for a Mexican general, he kept...
...just a hearty soldier. He collects Mexican art and fancies symphonic music. Though sociable he is not avidly social. He and his wife have friends to dinner most evenings, but directly dinner is over the friends are packed off home, and Avila Camacho goes to bed to study statecraft out of books...
...most attractive qualities-the one which appeals most to Mexicans -is his greatness as a family man. Avila Camacho has very little if any Indian blood, and among white Mexicans family means two things, mother and food. Manuel's late mother, Eufrosina, was a prodigious little woman. She was matriarch of the whole town of Teziutlan, and peasants for miles around took their troubles and sicknesses to Mama Camacho. She promoted the district's excellent school...
After their heavy meals, Mexicans take a nap, but Avila Camacho had no siesta last week. Day & night the streets around his Mexico City house were jammed with cars for two blocks. Each morning there were close to 150 names on his waiting list-people waiting for positions, men with axes to grind and hates to vent. Through it all, Avila Camacho remained calm, and kept the pleased expression of a man with a fish on his line...