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Since his days as Portugal's NATO military attache in Washington a decade ago, General Humberto Delgado, 55, has been an admirer of General Douglas MacArthur. He is not an admirer, however, of Portugal's Dictator Antonio de Oliveira Salazar. After Delgado fled to exile in Brazil in 1959, he began flooding his homeland with cream-colored pictures bearing a familiar slogan. "En voltarei," they proclaimed-"I shall return...
Last week Delgado disclosed that he had indeed returned, but only briefly and ingloriously. Back in Brazil after a secret twelve-day visit to Portugal that was more comic odyssey than triumphal march, he confessed that he had vainly tried to join the abortive New Year's coup at Beja (TIME, Jan. 12). It proved to be, he said, a most "untimely return...
...Much for the Passport. Delgado got out of Portugal soon after he polled an uncomfortably large 23% of the vote against Premier Salazar's hand-picked candidate for President in the 1958 election. Impatient for action and convinced that "the only solution is bullets," he flew to Morocco last October to hatch a rebel lion against the durable Dr. Salazar. Delgado-made 18 futile attempts to sneak into Portugal, finally decided he needed a passport, a readily available item in wide-open Casablanca. The Colombian, French, Italian and U.S. passports offered to him by dealers were too expensive...
Looking more like a palsied pensioner than a fire-breathing general, Delgado limped off to misadventure. He sailed across the Strait of Gibraltar-after losing two days because he missed one ferry-then drove to Seville to meet his resourceful Argentine traveling companion. Mrs. Arajaryr Campos, 27. In the lining of her overcoat was sewn one of Delgado's flashier uniforms-for use in the event that Salazar's 33-year regime were to crumble in the face of his visit...
...Delgado lost five more days dickering unsuccessfully for horses to cross the border, finally risked driving into Portugal by bus through a guarded checkpoint. Limping, stooping and squinting "like somebody out of a horror movie," Delgado was admitted without question, and headed straight for a grubby pension in Lisbon. "I was used to living in palaces," says he disgustedly...