Last week crate-counters smiled, rubbed hands, said "I told you so." When James Rockwell Sheffield, U. S. Ambassador to Mexico, had left Mexico City last month for what was announced as a vacation, skeptics had spied upon his baggage, counted some 27 crates of personal and household effects. Who, vacation bound, would travel so heavily freighted? Ambassador Sheffield, they concluded, was not coming back.
As thus predicted, the Ambassador did resign. He called on President Coolidge at Custer Park, requested relief from his post in a...
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