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Preparedness. The new constitution was hopefully designed to soothe the opposition by guaranteeing it congressional representation. It had no such effect. That night bombs went off all over the city, and Guardia patrols raced through the streets. No one was hurt; no property damaged. In a downtown doorway, an oldtime U.S. marine, who had stayed on with his Nicaraguan wife after the U.S. occupation in the 'sos, picked his teeth and said knowingly: "The Guardia's setting them off to see if it can push the opposition into playing its hand." In a nearby bar, another ex-marine...
...Vive. At week's end, Somoza was still on the alert. Night & day his airplanes patrolled the sky over Managua, and the tough Guardia had been withdrawn to positions on the hill. Whispered Managuans: "They're coming, they're coming soon." Who? Why, old General Emiliano Chamorro, of course', who at 76 was about to embark on his 17th revolution...
...train left Yara, Captain Joaquin Casillas of the Guardia Rural (part of the Cuban Army charged with keeping law and order in rural areas) boarded with a squad and looked up Menéndez. The young (36) Communist leader was told that he could not hold his meeting and would be arrested if he tried. Menéndez replied that, as a member of the Cuban House of Representatives, he had congressional immunity. By the time the train reached Manzanillo the two men were in heated argument. Suddenly, as they alighted, Captain Casillas whipped out his automatic and fired three...
...Sister-in-law of Newbold Morris, Fiorello La-Guardia's heir designate, who ran for Mayor of New York City in 1945 and was defeated by William O'Dwyer...
...Since last January I have rushed southward three times into Central America in answer to five-alarm calls. I have stood stock still in Managua's central plaza howling Periodista! Periodista! (Journalist! Journalist!) at a platoon of General Somoza's guardia who were charging across with bayonets fixed. I have smudged my nose on San Jose's cold pavements when police fired in the general direction of a mob of which I, unhappily, was one. All in vain. Somehow or other the revolutions don't seem to carry through down here any more...