Word: serranos
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...youth on his father's plantation, Manuel Serrano was fascinated by all the stories and legends he heard about ixbut. There was the tall tale of a 60-year-old woman who had not borne a child for 18 years; when her daughter died in childbirth, she took ixbut and had no trouble nursing her grandchild. There was the even taller tale of an Indian father who took ixbut and nursed his motherless infant himself...
...Good Spanking. Well before wrathful Sancho's ultimatum expired, Serrano penned him an abject note of apology: "I confirm all my profound esteem of you as a founder of the Falange and as a man." Honor satisfied and the duel off, Sancho still growled: "Serrano talks too much. He will step on my feet again. Next time I will not send friends. I will call on him myself ... I was not after a letter of apology or a duel. We do not fight duels any more in Spain. What I wanted was a good solid pretext to give Serrano...
...Serrano paled, stuttered: "What's the use of censorship in Spain? How did that book get here?" "In this book," the grim inquisitor continued, "the writer says you made some very rude comments about a friend of ours . . ." Serrano, recovering poise, interrupted: ". . . and of mine." "Our friend, Sancho Davila," said the visitor, "has sent us to see that you either retract and apologize or else. We give you exactly 24 hours to make your decision...
...Good Scare. Serrano wilted again. "Now wait. Let's talk sensibly. You know what reporters are. Absolute misunderstanding. I had no intention of insulting our good friend Sancho . . ." The stern señors merely bowed and turned to go. At the threshold they warned: "Remember. We give you 24 hours...
...next 24 hours, all Madrid, titillated by the looming duel of honor, hunted up copies of Press Mission in Spain. Though banned, it could be bought in the black market at 500 pesetas ($20) a copy. The price was steep but rewarding. Serrano Suñer had passed on to the book's author, Journalist Armando Chavez Camacho of Mexico City, a choice comment by Adolf Hitler on Sancho Davila, a burly Falangist bullyboy who had once killed two party rivals in a political brawl, and had long been feuding with Serrano Suñer. Sneered...