Square and sober is Col. Carlos Ibanez, glum Dictator-President of Chile. Last week he plodded through the stalls of Santiago's national cattle show, gazed owl-solemn at placid Guernseys and mottled Ayrshires, then left, still dignified and stately.
Less sure of himself was another Chilean, 20-year-old Luis Ramirez Olachea, who hid nervously behind a tree while President Ibaez inspected cows. As SeÑor IbaÑez made his august emergence, Luis Olachea stumbled uncertainly through the ranks of saluting soldiery, ran forward, waving a rusty revolver. President Ibaez fixed him with an icy stare.
The trigger clicked once, twice, three times, but no explosion, no bullet...
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