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While many Caracas publishers went along with the dictatorship, Capriles stretched his dangerous liberty to the point of mimeographing wire stories critical of the government and passing them to restive army officers. On New Year's Day, after the abortive air-force revolt at Maracay, submachine-gun-toting security police bundled Capriles off to jail, where he was later joined by his brother, Marco, Ultimas Noticias' circulation manager. Carlos, a third brother, fled to Colombia, while five top Capriles editors went into hiding or exile. By last week all were back at work in Caracas...
...main air bases near Maracay, 50 miles west of the capital, news of the arrests electrified Major Luis Evencio Carrillo, paratroop battalion commander, and a dozen air force officers of equal or lesser rank. Mostly U.S.-trained and democratically minded, they had apparently planned to rebel much later. Instead, New Year's Eve turned into a night of feverish speedup. From their barracks the paratroopers and others smoothly took over the city of Maracay (pop. 80,000) and the air bases. Before 6:30 a.m., two Sabre jets whined off to Caracas. Over Radio Maracay, the rebels announced...
That night the government sent two motorized battalions rolling down the superhighway to Maracay, warned rebels to surrender by 1:30 a.m. At the air bases, hopes flagged fast. At 1 o'clock Major Carrillo and 16 other young officers took off for refuge in Barranquilla, Colombia, 475 miles westward; as a defiant-and unnerving-last gesture, they used Pérez Jiménez plush-job DC-4, with trusted Personal Pilot Martin Parade flying. Ironically, the attacking battalions paused part way at Los Teques and began going over to the uprising just as the airmen fled; when...
...suit of lights" flashing, Dominguin followed up with a series of classic passes in mid-ring and killed the bull with a single, perfect thrust, winning both ears and the tail. By the time the killer of more than 2,000 bulls had finished off his third that afternoon, Maracay aficionados were so elated that they paraded him through town on their shoulders. Dominguin's own candid opinion: "I believe I am much better today than I was when I quit in '53; I was worn out from those seasons of a hundred fights...
Though he commands record fees, Dominguin, no spendthrift, does not particularly need the money; he returned to the ring, he says, out of "curiosity" and because "one does what one feels he has to do." At Maracay he found that he fought "with more pleasure than ever. Now I fight because I like...