In the early decades of the century, a Colombian suitor, somberly dressed in black, wooed and won his señorita in classical style, even though it sometimes took years of hot-eyed glances through barred colonial windows, and reams of brief, impassioned verses, inscribed on linen paper of powder blue and slipped under a door. ("Love! Bitter love! Pursue me no more!") But the chaperons, the sedate hot-chocolate parties and all the genteel elegance of yesteryear are being put to rout. "Ay, chica," cries 1955's blue-jeaned swain as Night and Day booms out of the record-player,...
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