A close friend of Dictator Machado's onetime friend, General Menocal (now of the Opposition), is doughty Sr. Arturo Rente, veteran of the Cuban shooting affrays of 1916. Last week as Sr. Rente sat sipping coffee in a Havana cafe he sneezed, sneezed again, sneezed a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh time, coughed, gasped, spat out a bullet, sighed with relief. The bullet was smooth-polished after spending 15 years lodged in the roof of Sr. Rente's mouth, whence surgeons had dared not remove it. Long ago they predicted it would make Sr. Rente an idiot or...
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