Word: guzman
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Proclaiming her unshaken belief that the bones actually were those of the last Aztec ruler, Eulalia Guzman packed up for another trip to Ixcateopan. The red-faced Bank of Mexico kept its own counsel. One question remained unsolved: Was the hoax the work of a 20th Century man, or had it been perpetrated by some long-forgotten 16th Century prankster...
After deciphering the document and verifying its authenticity, Dr. Eulalia Guzman, the National Museum's chief of historical research, led an expedition to Ixcateopan. There, beneath the altar of Santa Maria de Asuncion, diggers uncovered a huge stone slab with a large oval copper disc. Under a small cross at the top were the words Senor y Rey. Beneath them was the name Coatemo (one of the alternate spellings of Cuauhtemoc...
...stone covered a small vault. Within were a skull and other calcified bones, 37 beads, two rings, three cut amethysts, and a large uncut diamond. Greying, spectacled Doctor Guzman grabbed the Mexican flag from a nearby chair and ran to the door of the church. With tears in her eyes she lifted the banner-high and announced proudly: "The remains of the last Emperor of the Aztecs have been found...
...works of Diego Rivera that are reproduced in this issue, it took Mexico City Photographer Juan Guzman about a month to photograph them in color. His principal headache was the controversial mural in the Hotel Del Prado. Although it is his latest and, Rivera maintains, his best, it still reposes behind red, hinged shutters in the main dining room. Getting the shutters open was not difficult, but nothing could be done with the dining room posts that stood in Guzman's way. Eventually, he shot around them and, the mural being an extensive one, he sent...
Dona Luisa Maria Narvaez y Macias, Perez de Guzman el Bueno y Ramirez de Arellano, Marquesa de Cartago, Condesa de Canada Alta, Vizcondesa Aliatar and Duquesa de Valencia, had just spent nine months in the clink. Last week she sat, lithe and beautiful, in the prisoner's dock, her astrakhan coat open wide to reveal the soft drape of a smart beige gown and a length of shapely leg. From time to time as the prosecutor read the indictment, her long, blood-red fingernails fondled a corsage of tea roses at her shoulder as she cast a slow smile...