Like those who know where to lay hands on Ambrose Bierce, Charley Ross or Judge Crater, there are people who turn up at irregular intervals with grandiose and intricate claims to large chunks of the U.S. Lawyers make money out of these things, and everybody else laughs. On the stage of Madrid's Teatro Martin one night recently, everybody laughed at "Lepe," Spain's favorite clown.
After getting whacked across his seamed, mustached face by his partner, Lepe postured pompously. Said he: "How dare you? I'll bring this up at U.N. Maybe you don't know...
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