Word: maguey
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...striking single transformation wrought by the boom has taken place at Sahagun, a desert town 70 miles north of Mexico City. Only two years ago Sahagun was a textbook example of Mexican poverty, peopled by sleepy peons who made a living tapping "honey water" from the heart of the maguey cactus to ferment into pulque or distill into mescal. Then the Mexican government, relying mainly on generous concessions to private enterprise, set about overhauling the town...
...died during the first year of life; another estimated 85,000 died or will die between the ages of one and four. One of the main causes of death is malnutrition. Most poor children get no milk at all after weaning, drink pulque (fermented juice of the maguey plant) instead. The parents of a pellagra-stricken three-year-old girl last week listed a typical diet: for breakfast, beans, tortillas, pulque; for lunch, beans and pulque] for supper, orange-leaf tea. Said a Mexican doctor: "The children of Mexico suffer from 'mexicanitis'-hunger...
...Emperor Maximilian's mistress. His first hats were as fantastic as they were expensive, and sold like hot cakes. Often they really were hot cakes: Chatillon found that steaming Mexican tortillas, molded to the head and well-shellacked, made salable chapeaux. He made other hats from zacate, the maguey fiber Mexicans use instead of steel wool, and the cheap woven straw strips used to cinch saddles under horses' bellies. Among his clients: Magda Lupescu and Dolores...
...lofty plateau of Mexico the rains had begun to fall. They heralded the end of the dry season and of the dust clouds raised by the afternoon wind from the cornfields and the green rows of the maguey. At Balbuena Airport, aerologists scanned their weather charts, for next week Miguel Aléman, 47th President of Mexico, will board the Sacred Cow to fly north on a friendly visit to Harry Truman, his guest last month in the ancient City of Mexico...
...Mina's reception over, the Aleman caravan set out again in the midday glare, the candidate's black Cadillac sedan at its head. When the procession reached the end of the International Highway's hard surface, construction gangs served mezcal, drunk with maguey worm salt. Thereafter the road became a mule path that dipped into canyon beds, clung to mountainsides. The sun grew hotter, the dust thicker; passengers climbed out to lighten loads. In streams-shallow at the dry season-drivers parked to cool their tires...