Word: madrid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bells of "Madrid's venerable Town Hall pealed out a quarter to midnight. In front of the unpretentious apartment house at No. 10 Calle de la Vega the night watchman banged his stick on the sidewalk, clanked a ring of keys, then unlocked the door for a party of four plainclothesmen. The visitors walked up the stairs to the apartment of Don Bernardo Bernardez, 63, respected executive of the Banco Iberico and well-known elder of Spain's monarchist movement...
...stay. When she was nine and a convent student, Luisa Maria had upset a plate of bean soup in protest against the quality of convent food. Reprimanded, she upset the inkwell on the mother superior's desk. Last week, still a rebel, the duchess made the rounds of Madrid's foreign embassies and newsmen, hoping that publicity would help her arrested friends...
Then she drove off with her captors. Later she was taken to Las Ventas women's prison on Madrid's outskirts. Her butler stood waiting with her "prison kit," a large suitcase containing grey flannel slacks, leather jacket, woolen undies, sleeping bag, cologne water and salmon silk pajamas. The duchess has been jailed four times since 1947, always keeps her kit ready...
Globetrotting Colonel Robert R. ("Bertie") McCormlck, publisher of "The World's Greatest Newspaper" (the Chicago Tribune) committed one of the season's greatest social blunders in Madrid. When his converted 6-17 landed at Barajas Airport, it was emblazoned with the red, yellow and purple flag of the late Spanish Republic. The official reception party representing Generalissimo Francisco Franco's Spain (a gold and red flag) stared in stunned silence as Colonel McCormick stepped confidently on to the airfield, beaming to right & left. The airfield commander finally whispered in the ear of Colonel McCormick's pilot...
...Martin Benito was a Basque peasant boy who had hoped for fame as an artist. When he failed at that, he turned to art-doctoring, two years ago became one of the eight official restorers in Madrid's museum, the Prado. On the side, he haunted junk shops looking for castoff paintings-cleaning, patching and touching them up for resale at a tidy profit. One day in Toledo's rastro (flea market) he came across a rare find: a filthy five-by-ten-inch scrap of an old painting that looked like an authentic bit of 17th Century...