A large ungainly motorbus, powdered white with dust, drew up before the hacienda Las Delices at Maracay, last week, and disgorged a party of journalists. They had come 50 odd miles from the capital city of Caracas to pay their respects to piratical old Dictator-President Juan Vicente Gómez on the eve of Venezuela's Presidential election. Once more he was the only candidate, would receive all the votes, they presumed, unless there should be a revolution on election day. Almost a generation before Benito Mussolini was heard of, Juan Vicente Gómez was...
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