The embers of a generation-old Spanish feud kindled again last week. Wicked darting flames of revolution spurted high at Barcelona, industrial tinder box of Catalonian unrest. Upon the city and all Spain Dictator-Premier Primo de Rivera clapped his oldfashioned, iron extinguisher of smothering censorship. With all commercial telegraph and telephone lines completely silent throughout Spain, voluminous clouds of rumor billowed with the awesome menace of uncertain portent.
At the Franco-Spanish frontier, eagerly questioned travelers from Spain declared: "Weyler is after Primo's scalp again." They meant, of course, General Don Valeriano Weyler...
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