MEXICO: Lucky Rodolfo

At a “club” in Nogales, Mexico, where, at night, there is dancing, jazz and song, a policeman addressed insulting remarks last week to Señor Rodolfo Calles, 28-year-old son of Mexican President Plutarco Elias Calles.

Señor Rodolfo Calles ignored Policeman Julian Romero.

Policeman Romero was vexed. He waited outside the club. When, some hours later, young Señor Calles stepped forth and entered his motor car, Policeman Romero fired upon him with a heavy army revolver. Strong men seized Policeman Romero from behind, as he continued to fire, bore him to the sidewalk. But already Señor Calles had slumped down in his seat.

Death, however, did not come to him, last week. Lucky, he received only flesh wounds. As everyone knows, he was equally lucky, some months ago, when another would-be assassin put bullets through his flesh near his home at Cajeme, Sonora.

At that time he, gallant, flattered the nurse who attended by hinting pointedly in her presence to newsgatherers that he enjoyed the excellent care given him so much as not to wish to get well.