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Against a Closed Shop. The son of a bullfighter, Manolete had been born into that world of stylized drama, of vanity, vulgar pomp and sublime grace. He was as great as Belmonte, who dominated the "golden age" of the '20s. Manolete followed the restrained, classical tradition of Belmonte, but he worked even closer to the bulls, spinning them around him, horns a fraction of an inch away. Manolete could do this without bravado, relaxed, dignified, almost pensive...
Though he had lost some of his preeminence before his death, 100,000 men followed his bier through the streets of Córdoba, where he was born 30 years ago. At week's end bullfighters, gathered in rings throughout Spain, mourned Manolete with the formal pomp which he loved, as a good bullfighter and a good Spaniard must. In Mexico City they remembered that when word of his death came, lightning had been flashing in the darkened sky. At that moment, the crack of balls and shouted bets in the pelota courts had died away, and the voice...
...memories. They remembered Courthouse Lee all right, for his private train and his big, black limousine with the red leather cushions, and for all the hectic saluting that went on wherever starchy old Courthouse strode or rode. General Lee, supply chief to easygoing Ike Eisenhower, loved parades and smaller pomp, and he insisted that his quartermasters, bakers and truck drivers be snappier, and handier with that salute, than any combat infantryman...
...Queen Mary, Captain Illingworth, Master. Her 1,020-ft. length and her towering height dwarfed the battered buildings of the blitzed waterfront. The tugs chugged alongside. Antlike figures made fast the tossed lines. The town band, percussive and perspiring, panted with bravura through the Merry Widow Waltz, Pomp & Circumstance, and struck up the great invocation: Rule, Britannia! Through the mist in some watchers' eyes the colossal Cunarder wavered moltenly. Even Colonel Blimp blew his nose with a Tory blast prolonged by the boom of the great ship's sirens, which are pitched two octaves below middle...
...many of Ojike's deeds convincing. When he tried to register at a hotel in Iowa, he was told that Negroes were not welcome. "I beg your pardon," he replied haughtily, "I am a Black man from Nigeria." Ojike got the room. He was also initiated into American pomp and protocol, and discovered that by wearing Nigerian robes one could get admitted to many lily-white functions. But when he tried to enroll an African friend in the University of Chicago Medical School, Ojike ran into a form of democratic double-talk which plagues Negroes in supposedly tolerant Northern...