On Mexico City's Balderas Street, few blocks from Central Park, stands a big, modern, five-story Y. M. C. A. building. It used to be chocked full daily by 3,400 members having fun at concerts, lectures, sports. Last week a visitor might have wandered through every one of its 75 bedrooms, through its grand hall, its two gymnasiums, its barbershop, swimming pool, library, restaurant and met not a living soul.
Y officials said the trouble all started with a sassy kitchen hand named Severe Moreno. Y employes blamed Stewardess Dolores Uranga and Secretary Alberto...
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