Buttoned up in a tan plaid overcoat, President Juan Perón stepped onto a balcony in Buenos Aires one wintry evening last week. In the street below, a crowd of 10,000 stood near a floodlighted, 24 ft. by 12 ft. photograph of the late Eva Perón. One minute went by. At 8:25, exactly three years after Evita died of cancer, bugles blared. After listening to a four-minute panegyric read by a dolorous radio announcer, the crowd shuffled silently past the balcony. Peron made no speech. There was none of the tone of totalitarian frenzy that usually went with Peron's balcony...
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