For 24 hours Cuba's Premier Fidel Castro nursed his fury in the privacy of his pint-sized suite in Manhattan's genteel East Side Shelburne Hotel. From outside the chants of anti-Castro pickets wafted up intermittently ("Fidel, Communist, Fidel"), and when a squad of 15 Castro security guards headed out to obliterate the nuisance, the New York cops turned them back. Hotel Owner Edward Spatz could not have cared less about his distinguished guests. Suddenly, at dinner time, the lobby elevator door popped open and Fidel Castro—arms waving, beard wagging, voice rising and falling...
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