U. S. passport holders living within the militia-guarded walls of the spacious, 40-roomed American Embassy in Madrid have eaten few delicacies during the last 15 months, but have nevertheless enjoyed an abundance of rich milk, fresh eggs, even non-rancid olive oil—items generally missing from the present Madrid cuisine. The American newsmen, Filipinos, Puerto Ricans now residents of the once ducal palace have to thank no U. S. diplomatic or consular representative for these wholesome victuals, but Captain Frank William Cannaday, a gloomy, stubborn Virginian who fought in the Spanish-American War and prospected...
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