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From Madrid, the correspondent of Maria Eva Duarte de Peron's newspaper, Democraticia, cabled an alluring preview. The reception for Argentina's First Lady, when she came to get the Order of Isabel La Catolica* from Dictator Francisco Franco, would be "the most brilliant ever organized for a foreign guest...
...then, argued pretty Senora Peron, could such hard-boiled advisers as Foreign Minister Juan Atilio Bramuglia caution her not to go to fascist Spain-simply because the U.S. (which husband Juan Peron is currently wooing) might view the trip dimly? Did not Bramuglia and those other Dutch uncles know about the plans? How she would fly in a special four-motored transport, escorted by two Argentine army planes, to the Brazilian island of Fernando de Noronha? How Spanish flyers would meet her there and take her to Madrid with full military honors...
...Senora, long snubbed by stiff-necked, short-pedigreed Argentine society because she came from the wrong side of the tracks, the trip to Madrid seemed a chance to prove her social acceptability. Last week, she made up her mind: she would go. Democracia confidently reported that Senora Peron's visit would "revive the diplomatic life of Madrid...
Pinprick Campaign. Last fortnight, at B.A.'s Teatro Colon, Peron listed the Government's enemies: the "oligarchy," Opposition politicians, Communists - and La Prensa. Next day the News Vendors' Union, newly organized and recognized by Perón's Labor Ministry, demanded that the paper stop delivering copies straight to subscribers. Home deliveries account for less than a tenth of La Prensa's 387,384 circulation, but to have cut them off would have thrown 250 employees out of work and cost $400,000 in severance...
Muffled Thunder. Today La Prensa is not the paper it used to be. In the face of Peron, it has muffled its thunder. Its voice has become more & more the voice of the oldtime Jockey Club oligarchy, an echo of the dead past in the very much alive present...