Senor Arturo del Toro returned to Manhattan from Mexico City last week, and, seated in his chambers at No. 36 Park Ave., smiled sagaciously at the lurid resurgence of publicity that burst forth on his arrival.
Every Manhattan news organ has now noticed this divorce broker. The small-town press has ballyhooed him in syndicated feature stories. Tabloid editors have gleefully plastered up headlines to the effect that Arturo del Toro is the "enemy of Cupid, the "king of divorce," the "boss of the Border bright lights."
In the outrageous mass of fiction about...
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