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...time of the official opening at 9 p.m., traffic was at a standstill, and police reinforcements had been called into action. By such signs, Parisians knew they were witnessing France's newest art-world success, Nuts-and-Bolts Sculptor Césarsar Baldaccini. "Hail, César!" roared Combat. "The Benvenuto Cellini of scrap metal." trumpeted France-Observateur. Wiping his brow, Gallery Owner Bernard beamed: "Even Picasso doesn't pull them in any better...
When tiny (5 ft. 4 in.) Sculptor César saunters through his old Left Bank haunts these days, it is like a triumphal procession. Grave, bearded men bow in deference. Old friends cry out, "Congratulations!" Throwing himself into a chair at the Café Deux Magots, César snaps: "Your coffee's no good. Bring me hot chocolate." Waiters rush to carry out his bidding. Both they and César know that three years ago César would have been unable to pay for a single cup of coffee or chocolate...
Nuts & Bolts. The son of a Marseille barrelmaker, César began by making statuettes from the mud in the streets, won a government student grant of $11 a month and took himself to Paris, where miraculously he found himself accepted as a temporary pupil at the Beaux-Arts. He remained a student for 14 years. To stay alive, he sold coal and wood, painted houses, acted as a "jockey" at the greyhound races (he held the leashes...
...found trade, he was able to pitch in with two other students, submitted a project that won the Beaux-Arts' first prize. Made to look like a fish on the outside (to satisfy the Beaux-Arts) and a tangle of nuts and bolts inside (to satisfy César), his piece was bought by France's Musée d'Art Moderne...
...working fathers and a spanking new Little League stadium by enthusiastic Monterrey (pop. 499,000) citizens. It didn't quite work out that way. There were a few scholarships, but the ballpark is still in the talking stage, and the "better jobs" did not materialize. Coach César Faz had another problem. Over the fall and winter all but one of his boys passed the Little League age limit of twelve, and he had to recruit a whole new team. But love of baseball, and the prospect of a trip to los Estados Unidos if they were good...