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Buenos Aires was still half asleep one morning last week when the military men who run the country made a crucial political move. From hot, muggy Martin Garcia Island in the River Plate 30 miles north of the capital, a military transport buzzed aloft carrying ousted President Arturo Frondizi, his daughter, his private secretary and 2½ tons of Frondizi's belongings, mostly books. A few hours later Frondizi alighted at San Carlos de Bariloche, a summer fishing and winter ski resort in the Argentine Andes, 850 miles southwest of Buenos Aires...
...when Larrazábal's Air France 707 arrived, an uncontrollable mob of thousands overflowed the airport chanting "Viva Larrazábal" and "Down with Betancourt." In the crowd was TIME Correspondent Moisés Garcia, who was invited to ride with Larrazábal on the triumphant trip into Caracas. In the crush, Larrazábal's aides pulled Garcia in through a rear window while two Venezuelan National Guardsmen yanked on his legs to keep him out. Garcia was an eyewitness to the enthusiasm...
...barely edged through the screaming, cheering mob. Larrazábal kept nervously combing his hair and murmuring "My God! My God!" The car's clutch was burning, and the party, Garcia included, had to be transferred to another car for the trip into Caracas, where 3,000 viva-shouting greeters waited...
...Crimson reporters received the first interview following the President's announcement to be granted by Mario Garcia-Inchaustegul, the Cuban Ambassador to the United Nations. Paul S. Cowan and Frederick H. Gardner were told by the Cuban delegate that the Cuban Government would not negotiate with the United States while under military blockade. The Special to the Crimson was also featured in The University of Michigan Daily and The Daily Californian...
There was both a tomorrow and a Thursday as, all week long, the nations angrily debated Cuba. The Security Council's first meeting developed into a sparring match in which Russia's vulpine Valerian Zorin and Cuba's bouncy Mario Garcia-Inchaustegui tried, with ridicule and invective, to outscore U.S. Ambassador Adlai Stevenson. That night, 45 Afro-Asian neutralists huddled in a conference room below the Assembly Hall to come up with a resolution that might avert a showdown between the two nuclear giants. Someone forgot to turn off a public-address system, and their secret deliberations...