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This week, after having served five days in jail, as a warning not to repeat his escapade, Cliserio Reyes returned to Florencia a hero. He told his friends: "Now you know I mean it when I say I'm going to fly." From now on, no one would doubt it for a minute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Free Loader | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

...bleak, cotton-growing Ejido Florencia, back in the hills from the northern city of Torreón, the name of Cliserio Reyes was a standing joke. While other boys of his age in the small farming community interested themselves in girls or beisbol, 18-year-old Cliserio spent all his spare time and meager pocket money building model airplanes. To repeated gibes, and pleas from his friends to abandon such foolishness, he replied flatly: "Some day I'm going...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Free Loader | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

After the hard work of bringing in the cotton crop was finished last week, slim, brown-haired Cliserio hopped a ride on a truck into Torreón and hiked out 2½ miles to the city airport. For a time he watched open-mouthed while the silvery planes landed and took off from the field. Then Cliserio had a dazzling idea...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Free Loader | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

...Flight 202 coming back, one of its operators spotted a dark object clinging to the horizontal stabilizer on the right of the plane's rudder. When Guzman brought the ship in, the object slid off and ran right into the ground crew's arms. It was Cliserio Reyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Free Loader | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

...Know." Stripping off his wool cap and the handkerchief tied over his nose (see cut), Cliserio fingered the torn sleeve which was all that was left of his shirt, and told his story. "When the plane warmed up its engines," he explained, "I climbed on and got a good hold . . . Sometimes I felt hot and sometimes I felt cold, but I didn't think I'd fall off ... I didn't know where I was going, but it didn't matter-I wanted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Free Loader | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

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