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...briskly out of the schoolhouse and headed straight down the village road at a brisk pace, looking neither to right nor left. A man with a lantern raced ahead of Bhave to light his way. Following after came some three dozen wraithlike women secretaries and husky disciples-including the barefoot son of a wealthy cotton-mill owner, a nephew of India's Finance Minister, and landowners who had joined Bhave after giving away their estates. As the day slowly brightened, peasants began lining the road to greet Bhave. Some decked him with garlands, others tried to touch him. Gently...
Bearded, robed and barefoot, Krishna Venta (real name: Francis Heindswatzer Pencovic) stood before his Seattle audience and, with modest mien, announced that he was Christ returned to earth. As leader of the W.K.F.L. (Wisdom, Knowledge, Faith, Love) Fountain of the World, Krishna went on: "It is true, children, I have served time for committing that bad check . . . that I . . . was convicted for a so-called burglary . . .'' Many in the audience wept; some doubted. One challenged: "Are you the embodiment of Christ?" Replied Krishna: "I cannot lie to you to please you. I must tell the truth...
...rich to Mexico's idle poor. The lower class-still more than two-thirds of Mexico's population of nearly 33 million-is made up of slimly nourished Indians, peons and drifters who barely manage to stay alive on beans and tortillas, who wear huaraches or go barefoot, who live in Mexico's 2,000,000 adobe hovels, who never spend more than a few pesos from the time they are born until they die. The upper class, socially defined, consists of between 300 and 500 families who are the remnants of the old Spanish hacienda-owning...
...rewards of the switch to the middle class are enticing. In San Cristóbal de las Casas, Erasto Urbina, once a barefoot peon on a southern coffee plantation, now runs a store that amply provides for his family of 8. Juan Carrasco, bellhop and car-parker at the capital's Continental Hilton, proudly drives his own green 1947 Plymouth...
...boulevards and the showcases lurks old Guadalajara, with adobe slums, iron-grilled balconies and carriage-width streets. Swarming families live on tortillas and cheap pulque; rack-ribbed dogs nose through decaying garbage. But even here the gaudy gleam of a twirling hula hoop around the waist of a barefoot child serves notice that the old standstill Mexico of mañana and the travel posters is scrambling toward prosperity...