New-York tribune., 1920-07-04

istas. They have come down from
the North like another race-tall
men, daring looking and strong.
There is different look in their eye,
a different spring to their step. The
sad old streets pulse with the life
of them.
The beautiful eyes of the Mexi-
cans Of the city are so without hope I,
They walk so listlessly; they go
about everything as though it were
equally inevitable and Indifferent
But these men from Sonora and
Chihuahua. There is a free will
spark and spring to them.
Even the Mexican of the city rec
ognizes the difference. You ask him
why it is, and he may give you his
perfect response to all questions,
with its accompanying perfect shrug,
"Quien sabe?"
Or he may tell you it is ques-
ton of "raza," the heritage from the
northern Indian race. And he may
tell you-and this time his shrug is
different-that it is because they are
people Of the border and have be-
come "muy Americanisado."
1t is probably something of all.
In Yankee Clothes
At any rate, the men who swarm
around the Hotel Regis-"the sole
hotel de lujo"-in Mexico City.
where is installed the Provisional
President, de la Huerta, former
Governor of Sonora, are dark, we'll
built, we'll dressed, some in very
smart uniforms Of Anglicized Amer
lean cut, others IN equally we'll tail
ored "civil," undeniable Yankee
suits, strictly "for business"
The mob surrounding Obregon, a
block further up the Avenida
Juarez, in the far less pretentious
and far more interesting little Hotel
st. Francis, is more picturesque. In
front a veritable little island of
black Fords Is banked up in the wide,
white street. The sidewalk is i'm
passable for the waiting crowds; SOL
dlers of all kinds, partideros of long
standing, comparatively, would-be
partideros of no standing, ex-Car-
ranzistas, eX-Pabloistas, ex-every-
thing dead or sleeping; colonels,
generals, licenciados. Resting against
the walls are the Yaqui guards, their
guns, their women. Hundreds of
one-armed and one-legged men in
rags, the ''invalides" of the army,
suing by their patient, daily pres
ence for the payment of their paltry
and long suspended pensions; beg
gars, confidence men. But with the
exception of those of the soldiers,
who are always everywhere their
men are, there are no women.
Inside the doors, the same crowd,
denser. The patio impenetrable.
Somewhere in the center of the mass
a brass band, blaring an alluring
damon" On the other side of the
patio the stairs, in the shelter of
which, on the stones, sleeping thick
and sinking, the Yaoui guards off
duty.
Upstairs, the hallway around the
patio is still more crowded. Impossi
BILE to reach the two doors at the two
front ends, toward which all are
faced. Through either of these doors
Obregon can be reached. The elect
struggle their way through, and are
admitted, after much conversation
with the man who peeks out the
barely opened door, into an inside
bedroom. There they sit on the bed
or stand for long while, while
other 1mportants go in and come
out.
A ''Magnetic Man,
All Mexicans admit, even those
VINO hate him most, that Obregon is
slmpatlco." Americans find him
the same. He is, as the genteel
feminine phrase used to be, "a very
magnetic man." He is robust, smil-
ing, and the expression in his ewes
is wonderfully attractive, it is 50
viva" so indulgent, and so "wise."
If / had something very learned,
very good and helpful and very
long to expound, I do not feel that I
would go with it to General Obre-
gon. / think he would be too good
naturedly little suspicious, and |
know he would find it tedious. But
If were in trouble | feel he would
be interested without seeming to
listen, and that he would very swift
ly fix it all right.
Obregon (his enemies say to play
up to the momentary whim of the
country for "civilismo") dresses in
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