One of the strongest labor unions in the world is the Organization of Matadors de Toros, professionals and semi-professionals, which makes all the contracts for all the legitimate bullfights of Spain. Last week a group of swarthy, thin-hipped gentlemen met at the union's handsome Madrid headquarters to consider a new menace.
It used to be a bullfighting tradition that, just as no white jazz band can match the primitive rhythms of a Duke Ellington, so no truly great matador was ever born north of the 40th parallel of latitude (about 30 miles south...
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