Word: sombrero
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...Nixons, joined by David and Julie Eisenhower, tootled out to the helipad in one of the fringed-top presidential golf carts. As Nixons and Johnsons shook hands all around, Francisco Ruano, resplendent in rich brown deerskin bolero and blue-and-silver sombrero, led his Guadalajara Boys mariachi of eight Mexican-American musicians in a fair approximation of Happy Birthday. The band was Nixon's own idea; he discovered it at El Adobe, a favorite restaurant in nearby San Juan Capistrano, and pronounced their sound "beautiful." After The Yellow Rose of Texas, Nixon exclaimed: "Now let's get that...
Like the blacks, Mexican Americans, who are known as Chicanos, are a varied and diverse people. Only recently have they emerged from a stereotype: the lazy, placid peasant lost in a centuries-long siesta under a sombrero. Unlike the blacks, who were brought to the U.S. involuntarily, the Chicanos have flocked to the U.S. over the past 30 years, legally and illegally, in an attempt to escape the poverty...
...poilus for himself, while forcing his brothers to take the Ger man and English sides. There is another happy scene of Charles playing pyramid-standing on a shield held by his playmates. And on and on. The caption, beside a picture of De Gaulle nestled in a huge Mexican sombrero, announces that "The general travels a lot. In Mexico, he was a success because he sings in Spanish." Every Frenchman knows that De Gaulle sings only the Marseillaise, and that in Mexico he spoke only a few well-memorized words in Spanish. A schoolroom scene has le General lecturing...
...love-haunted, plague-struck woman who is offered dirisxian aid but spurns the comfort of heaven to sigh for her lost lover. The stretches between such moments are bare and boring. Moreover, Bunuei's anticlerical polemics add up to nothing more than creaky village atheism dressed in sombrero and serape...
...scene is a sunbathed sugar-cane field 18 miles south of Camagüey. The Prime Minister of the republic is wearing fatigue pants, gloves, a sweaty, long-sleeved shirt and a sloppy sombrero. He is perspiring copiously and his beard is dripping. He slashes right and left at the stalks with a shiny machete as a Cuban radio reporter approaches with microphone in hand...