Election Day in Mexico was dull. Excitement had been forecast: bombs, blood, blasphemy were expected. Nothing happened. A few naughty Mexicans played with their fists, but failed to shed a drop of gore. One or two reckless citizens made off with the odd ballot box, but that was all. Nevertheless, the police and soldiers in Mexico City rushed about in armored cars, waving swords and pistols, brandishing quick-firing guns, twirling their mustachios.
First returns indicated that General Plutarco Elias Calles had won his expected victory over his rival, General Angel Flores. Little...
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