Word: manzanillo
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...Manzanillo, Mexico-on Mexico's Pacific shore almost due west of Mexico City-the 6,892-ton armed merchant cruiser Prince Robert closed in on the 9,179-ton North German Lloyd freighter Weser and took her prize. Aboard the Weser was a fishy cargo: 19,000 bbl. of fuel oil, 600 bbl. of lubricating oil, 15 live steers, a large stock of fresh vegetables and a "lot of miscellaneous stuff." Her clearance papers were not in order. Mexican officials, who thought that the vessel was headed either for a supply rendezvous at sea, or for Vladivostok, whence...
...were destined for Germany via the Trans-Siberian Railway. Last week the Selenga and her cargo were still detained at Hong Kong, when in came the Vladimir Mayakovsky, also under British escort. She had 4,000 tons of U. S. copper and a lot of molybdenite aboard, cleared from Manzanillo on Mexico's west coast and San Pedro, Calif. She, too, was bound for Vladivostok. Her cargo, too, was suspect as contraband for Germany...
...increase: copper, of which $6,083,854 has gone to Russia since Oct. 1. Rerouting imports away from the dangerous Atlantic, Russia now sends ships (her own, Norway's, others') to West Coast ports, where U. S. ships meet them for transshipment. Chief transshipment point: Manzanillo, a small (pop. 3,669), unhealthy Mexican harbor, unnaturally busy, playing host to an unusual number of barnacled Soviet hulks. Kim, having deposited its gold, headed for Manzanillo and a return load last week...
...British cruiser last week chased the German freighter Havelland into Manzanillo on the west coast of Mexico where she evidently intended to pick up gas and oil supplies. Same day the German tanker Emmy Friederich slid out of Tampico on Mexico's other coast, carrying 39,500 barrels of oil and a lot of livestock, lumber and cloth. She said she was bound for Malmö, Sweden, but observers guessed she had a U-boat rendezvous...
Into the small hours of the morning last week Antonio Sanchez sat with his friends in a Madrid café, clutching his umbrella, sipping pale glasses of manzanillo, and arguing about the bullfighters' war. Antonio Sanchez once was a matador but it had been many a year since he clipped a coleta in his hair and stepped into the ring. Finally the gathering broke up and Antonio Sanchez walked home to save money. Near the central market he heard shouts and a great splintering of wood. Mad as a bullring champion was a snorting beef bull that had escaped...