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...Benemerito), was really dead. President Juan Vincente Gomez. 78, had died quietly in his bed of the uremia from which he suffered for many a month. With his General's cap and all his medals beside him, they laid him out in the village church at Maracay. All night long barefoot peasants shuffled past, their black eyes wide with wonder. In his lifetime canny Dictator Gomez made much of the fact that he was born on July 24, a holiday celebrated throughout South America as the birthday of the Liberator, Simon Bolivar. The day and hour of his death...
...country as The Meritorious One, a title officially conferred on him by Venezuela's Congress. For fun he brought famed Juan Belmont from Spain to fight bulls, played much with his favorite toy: a barber chair specially imported from the U. S. So many citizens hurried out to Maracay to reaffirm their loyalty by his coffin last week that the road was blocked for hours...
Citizens of Caracas do not see much of their President. He dislikes public functions, spends as much of his time as possible at Maracay, 77 miles away, where, beside a lake on his great model farm, he sits in a rocking chair under a giant rubber tree and holds court. But Caracas saw him last week, when in full uniform General Juan Vicente Gomez celebrated the 25th anniversary of his seizure of the government. Ceremonies were simple. He stalked to the Casa Amarilla, the presi dential palace where he first took office, then through lines of blue-clad soldiers...
...circumvent his country's constitution "just once more" and accept a fourth term (TIME, May 13), the Venezuelan Congress knew not what to do. Visions of impending revolution, rapine and pillage beset the leaderless legislators. Bundling into motor busses, they rode out again last week from Caracas to Maracay, where the old Dictator, now 72, holds court on his model farm, a Latin-American George Washington at a tropical Mt. Vernon. Seated under his favorite rubber tree, the blue-spectacled Dictator listened to flattering, impassioned pleadings. At length he relented, partially. No, he would never be President again...
...committee of businessmen and incredulous newsgatherers rushed to Maracay. The businessmen begged the Dictator-President to reconsider. The newsmen waited confidently for the grand scene of "reluctant" acquiescence. But at the end of an hour-long conference, out dashed the newsmen to the Maracay telegraph office. The quickest one cabled...