Wearing rumpled blue cotton pajamas, Prime Minister Fidel Castro thumbed through his press clippings one morning last week and danced a little jig in his suite at Manhattan's Statler Hilton Hotel. "You see," he cried, "they are beginning to understand us better." On his two-week U.S. tour, Cuba's gregarious boss drew bales of friendly notices and crushing crowds wherever he showed his beard. "I come to speak to the public opinion," said Castro somewhere in every speech. "I speak the truth."
Flutters at Dinner. When Castro stepped out of an elevator at...
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