Word: brazilianizing
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...American World Airways' El Presidente winged northward across the Brazilian jungles, one of its four engines ran rough. The steward woke the 38 passengers, explaining that their Stratocruiser would have to land for brief repairs at Belem, near the mouth...
...Amazonian wilds. Most experts felt sure that he was dead, probably murdered by the Kalapalo Indians through whose lands he had ventured in search of the original Garden of Eden. But over the years a score of international expeditions failed to find Fawcett, dead or alive. Last week the Brazilian government proudly announced that one of its Indian agents, following out the country's policy of winning over its untamed Indians by "love," rather than by stern discipline, had finally cleared up the mystery...
Hundreds of urgent telephone calls poured in on the sponsors. One call, from Brazil, was relayed by President Getulio Vargas through the Brazilian embassy in Washington.† However the long-term hopes for Krebiozen turn out, the short-term result of the Chicago announcement will be merely intensified grief. Thousands of frantic pleas will have to be turned down, since 1) the drug has not been made available for general use; 2) conservative doctors may balk at using it until its chemical nature, safety and method of manufacture are more clearly understood...
...give the patient another few weeks," said Dr. Napoleao Laureano impersonally, "a month or so at the very most." The young (36) Brazilian surgeon spoke with plenty of authority. He had spent more than two years in an intensive study of the disease in question. Moreover, he knew the patient well. It was Dr. Laureano himself...
Inventory Item. In Chicago, police received a letter: "I wish to report that. . . I was in Chicago and had my car busted into . . . Someone stole a guitar, 8 lbs. of Brazilian peanuts, four pairs of socks, one shirt, one muffler, six cartons of cigarettes, one dress suit, and twelve cans of sardines' . . . Mrs. J. Webb. P.S.: My husband is missing...