Word: tepic
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When he arranged to visit his old army stamping grounds in Nayarit and Colima, he ran straight into the same old trouble that has dogged independents, left, right and center, since the days of the revolution. The merchants of Tepic, the capital of Nayarit, took ads in all Mexico City newspapers to proclaim: "On the day of your visit we have agreed to shut down all transport, restaurants, hotels and everything else. Placing gratitude to the regime of Miguel Aleman above our private interest, we repudiate agitation...
Undaunted, the general set out for Tepic. Some 3,000 came to hear him, but they had a tough time finding even so much as a tamale for lunch. When members of the general's party posed as tourists in the town market, Indian stand-keepers refused to sell to them. In outlying villages, the general's men found restaurants unprovisioned, inns full. Explained one restaurant-keeper: "Governor Flores Muñoz told us yesterday that we were to be out of food, so, sefiores, I'm out of food today or else...
Beset by 100 townsmen in Tepic, Mexico, when he ordered them to surrender their arms, Commandant Nicholas Bernal staged a one-man battle lasting 29 hours last week, wounded 30 of his assailants, was killed by a bomb...
Days passed. From Mexico City came exciting accounts of a battle in which three bandits had been killed by the Federal troops. In the town of Tepic grew a much more definite story that Bandit Cruz Delgado was demanding more money. When Prospector Bristow rode into Ahuacatlan on his donkey last week the true story became known. "Obie" Bristow had bargained with mysterious agents of Bandit Delgado for over a week. A ransom of $5,000 was finally agreed upon and paid. Followed the prisoner's release...
...Three Marys-Maria Magdalena, Maria Madre, Maria Cleofas-lie off Tepic on Mexico's West coast, 60 miles out in the Pacific. They can only be reached by a wheezing, blunt-nosed government steamer from dusty Mazatlan. Armed with dark glasses and a large cotton sun umbrella, Newsman Maier took this steamer, chugged out to Maria Madre, the largest island. There he found Mother Concepcion, a grave, deep-voiced, slightly masculine woman, knitting undershirts. Breathlessly he told her of the end of Mexico's religious troubles. Mother Concepcion laid down her undershirt, smiled composedly. She was "full...