Word: pardoe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Western Eyes. Swearing in his new Cabinet last week at El Pardo Palace, General Franco, decked out in his martial best, black army boots sparkling, looked mighty pleased. The effect, though Franco remained in complete control, was also meant to be pleasing to Western eyes...
...both cheeks in the best Arab tradition, Franco led him to a Rolls-Royce, and together, flanked by a squadron of Franco's Moorish guard, they drove into Madrid, while thousands of Spaniards waved handkerchiefs and cried Viva el Sultan! Later at Franco's El Pardo palace, the Order of the Yoke and Arrows (a Falangist creation) was hung around the Sultan's neck. Then the Moroccans got down to business in the Goya room at El Pardo. Recognizing that Spain's 44-year-old Moroccan protectorate (a kind of sublease from French Morocco) no longer...
...Drew Pearson thumped the bongo drums for President Fulgencio Batista too fervently. In return, Havana's leading newspapers and magazines last week were busy thumping Pearson. "If Truman called Drew Pearson a liar," declared Mario Kuchilán in Prensa Libre, "he was being generous." Columnist José Pardo Llada, who once hailed Pearson as an "ideal commentator," wrote in Diario National: "Our illustrious friend Drew Pearson has defrauded us." So fulsome was Pearson's praise for the Batista regime that even a Batista booster, Diario National's Luis Manuel Martinez, objected. He called Pearson a "gringo...
...Generalissimo Franco, about to take off on his annual tuna-fishing expedition in the Mediterranean, the occasion was a more formal date: a party in El Pardo Palace for Carmen, his only granddaughter...
When he appeared at the CMQ studio for his regular Sunday broadcast this week, Chibás seemed depressed. He turned the microphone over to a friend, Jose Pardo Llada, who roasted the Autenticos for 20 minutes; Chibás himself made only a short speech. He ended with: "People of Cuba, awake!" Then he fumbled under the coat of his natty, double-breasted white suit, grasped his .38-cal. revolver, squeezed the trigger. The bullet ripped into his belly, shattering his spine...