Diario las Américas Newspaper, March 28, 1954, Page 25

..ademdas, Tere Amorés pertenece a una familia tradicionalmente unida al arte. Hija de Pepe Amordés y sobrina de Eladio Amorés, ambos matadores de toros, tiene también una tia abuela—la famosa “bai- laora” granadina, Angustias Hizo, “La Morita”— que le ensefio los primeros pasos de su dificil carrera. No es una bailadord mas... Es la tinica bailarina que lleva la Dan- za Espafiola en recorrido triunfal por el mundo... de Espana”... del mantén de flecos y el clavel en el pelo—“la Espa- na Inmortal”—que dijera Santos Chocano. Todo eso es un resumen, Tere de Espana, poesia hecha luz, ritmo hecho emocion, mujer hecha Diosa, por la maravilla de su arte, continuard su ya larga cadena de triunfos por las tierras de América, cada dia ird aumentando la aureola que la circunda, por- que como los ondas del mar, a través del tiempo y la distancia, crecen _crecen y se dilatan hasta el infi- nito, que es el unico limite a su grandeza. Salve, jOh, Reina de la Danza Espanola!, eres sacerdotisa de tu liturgia pagana. Pero cuando oficias en el Tem- plo de las candilejas, te consagras en derroche mag- nifico de ti misma, entregandote plena, jubilosa, al publico que necesita de ti, porque eres UNICA, “Tere de Espana” DOMINGO 28 DE MARZO DE 1954. EI sitial de Antonia Mercé, ya tiene duefia, estuvo vacante desde la muerte de la eximia bailarina, pero ahora lo llena esta joven: “Tere Nuestra Portada Se adorna nuestra portada con la graciosa figura de Tere Amorés: Bailarina, que de pa- so por nuestra Ciudad—tiene contratos en la capital de Mé- xico, que la reclaman—nos hi- zo el regalo de una de sus mi- radas picaras y simpaticas, pa- ra deleite de nuestros lectores, que admiran su personalidad artistica. HEMISFERIO ‘Ton S$ TALKING TOURS. ——— By ANTONIO RUIZ ———— Jersey's mosquitoes, worse than Florida’s. | IN THESE troubled times, when all the news we read and hear speak of violence and murder, deceit, jealousies and intrigue. Or about what has the deadliest weapons and can destroy more, faster and better. When we worry about the Soviet Government having the atom bomb, the hydrogen bomb, and the fat bum, if you'll pardon the pun. When juvenile delinquents have become as a serious menace as the grown-up hoodlums, if not worse. When half of the people are sharpening their knives to stab the other half in the back. When the truth is trampled on and facts are distorted for the sake of pub- licity. When reputations are destroyed in a mad rush for power and political advantages. ..Then, it is so refreshing to read an item like the one about the distinguished ex-Governor of Pennsylvania, Mr. George H. Earle, who is moving out of South Florida and going to Europe because the mosquitoes bother him. Can the good Governor really mean that? If he does, it will be the first time we hear of a person who, after enjoying several years of sunshine and mild climate, runs away from the flying nuisances, and to top it all, it had to be one of the best governors Pennsylvania ever had! Couldn’t it be that the Missus is feeling home-sick about her native Belgium? Silly as the whole thing sounds, it isn’t any sillier than the reactions of our good County Commissioners. One of them, Commissioner Preston R. Bird, said that the statement should not go unchallenged and declared: “There are worse things than mosquitoes where he is going.” Really, Commish... Do you mean to imply that here we have nothing worse than the mosquitoes? I was under the impression, wrong perhaps, that whatever they have, anywhere, no matter how bad, we've got it here just as bad, if not worse. You live and Jearn!! Commissioner Mac Vicar said he remembers when things were much worse, and declared, “If everybody had ‘taken the attitude of Governor Earle, this area would still be a wilderness.” That is telling him, Mac!! And Commissioner Grant Stockdale, chairman of the County’s | Mosquito Control Committee, said “he probably doesn’t realize that | the State of Florida, at the last session of the Legislature, adopted a program that does more to combat mosquitoes than any other state in the Union.’ And, may be that is the whole trouble. Every year we hear about the wonderful programs to combat the insects, but, comes Summer, and everybody has to run for cover. Wouldn’t it be better to combat them in the swamps, marshes and all the breed- ing places, instead of fighting them only in the Legislature? I don’t know... I am a stranger here, myself. Oni ALL THIS brings to my mind something that happened to me quite a few years back, and considering the attitude of the Governor, makes me feel somewhat like a hero. While living in New York, I met < very pretty blonde who lived in Nutley, New Jersey, and I liked her very, very much. We used to go to dinners, dances, shows and night- clubs in Manhattan, and every time we went out I insisted, with all the. chivalry I am capable of, that I should see her safely to her door. The trip through the Hudson Tubes to Jersey City, and then bus from Journal Square to Nutley, was always something of a heavenly experience, with the pretty blond at my side, of course. But, on the way back, things were quite different, I ean assure you. Somehow, I always managed to just miss my bus by a few minutes, and had to wait for the next one between 30 to 50 minutes. They were supposed to run every half hour, but usually they were off schedule, the service being ‘similar to what we get in Miami. As soon as I stood at the corner the word was passed among the whole mosquito tribe that a guy, a little on the fat side, was a very desirable target at that corner, They came from all directions, each swarm in a perfect formation, with the best coordinated plans of attack ever, and making noises similar to those in “Riders in the Sky”, a very popular song at the time. I tried to fight them with my hat, handkerchiefs or my bare hands, but it was a losing fight all the time. You just cannot fight those Jersey monsters. Alongside of them, the Florida mosquitoes are angels of mercy. The next day, my face and ears would be swollen partly from the mosquito bites, and partly because of the three to four hundred times I slaped myself trying to get at least one of them. I had to buy many quarts of witch hazel and dozens of cotton-pads, with which I used to plaster my face for hours and hours, in order not to scare the other fellows at the office, who could think that I had contracted some terrible disease. And this would happen again and again, every time we went out or they invited me to her house for dinner. It was getting to be very serious, and one night, when I was the target of about ten thousand of the diminute dive-bombers, I decided that something drastic had to be done. And I did it. I married the blonde. After all these years, I often try to figure out if I was really brave, plunging like that into the sea of matrimony, or if I was just a coward who could not stand any longer the ferocious attacks of the little monsters, and took what I thought to be the easiest way out... I wonder!!! COMING BACK to Florida, Governor Earle should have a cold like the one I am nursing right now . Ireall yhave a good reason to complain!! The Land of Sunshine, of perennia ISpring or Summer, where you never get sick. Oh, Yeah!! Up North I never had a cold as bad as this one Which proves tha tyou shouldn’t believe everything you read, specially if it is writen by the Chambers of Commerce, of any city So, if this is not so good this week, please don’t blame it on me And, since you cannot possible blame it on the Florida weather, then do as the Governor does, blame it on the mosquitoes. EVELYN LeDUC of New York & Mexico, a beauty of the traditional Latin type at its best, carries a colorful Mex- ican Indian scarf on he arm and wears Liligree earrrings from South America. This photo was made at the City of Miami party for the air carnival pilots. OUR COVER Pag. 13