Word: terras
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...banquet had been tendered by massive President Dr. Gabriel Terra of Uruguay to Secretary of State Cordell Hull and the nine other foreign ministers of American countries at the Conference. To seat the 200 statesman-guests, each jealous of his rank, was the ticklish job of Senor Carlos de Yeregui, mincing-mannered Uruguayan Chef de Protocols. In plenty of time before the banquet Senor Yeregui called his limousine, set out from his office with the 200 precious place cards and the indispensable seating list. Chuckling, Montevideo's merry Communists stopped Senor Yeregui's car, forced his chauffeur...
...speech opening the Conference, President Terra urged the delegates to grapple: 1) with the economic issues: and 2) with the 18-month-old Chaco War of Bolivia and Paraguay...
...opening day Uruguay's picturesque Civil Guard marched glittering through the streets of Montevideo in uniforms dating from the War of Liberation from Spain (1810). Escorted by galloping lancers Dr. Gabriel Terra, heavyset, heavy-jowled President & Dictator, sped to open the Conference at 6 p. m. Alighting from their limousines in a sudden squall of wind and rain, delegates of 21 American nations clutched their silk hats and fled with flapping coattails up the marble steps of Uruguay's Legislative Palace to take refuge from the weather in its high-domed, multi-marbled and scarlet-trimmed Congressional Chamber...
...available, chose a site, subdivided and staked it in the fashion of real-estate visionaries throughout the ages. Had this been the conclusion of the tale Alexander the Great would have taken his place beside Nephew Napoleon and the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers as judge of the value of terra firma...
...horns of Cuba's dilemma last week were the two terra cotta towers of Havana's elaborate Hotel National. There 400 army and navy officers who refused to accept the student-supported government of President Ramon Grau San Martin, some in undershirts, some in crumpled linen suits but all with thumping big pistols at their waists, were marooned, peeling their own potatoes, running the elevators, making the beds. The guests, including U. S. Ambassador Sumner Welles, had departed. So had the staff, with the exception of two managers who felt a mariner's duty to stick...