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...picture first came to light in London 33 years ago. An Italian nobleman, the Marchese Guido Serra di Cassano, was decorating a town house by buying wholesale lots of pictures at a few pounds apiece. Browsing about one run-down little antique shop, he spied a medium-sized (29 in. by 24½ in.) canvas, showing an aged man in dark brown coat and dark velvet hat, staring moodily out at the world with large, pained eyes. The dealer was glad to include the picture in the sale for an extra $25. Then the marquis had it cleaned, and experts...
...Omaha-born, Harvard-educated engineer for Sáo Paulo's Canadian-owned power company, got the idea of damming these rivers and guiding their waters back over the 2,400-ft. palisades to the Atlantic. Magnificently successful, Billings' complex of tunnels, pumps, penstocks and turbines at Serra do Mar produced more electricity than any but the world's two or three biggest dams and made possible the industrial prodigies that Paulistas have since accomplished...
Santa Clara was originally founded as a Franciscan mission, and Father Junipero Serra, California's great mission priest, dedicated its church himself in 1784. But in 1851, with California booming with gold rush, the mission was transferred to the Jesuits for a college...
Wild Welcome. Three years ago wiry I.P.S. man Francisco Mereiles narrowly missed the same fate on a peacemaking expedition near the Chavantes' Serra do Roncador (Snoring Mountain). Ambushed, he whipped his gift-laden burro off into the jungle and escaped while the Indians chased and killed the burro. Manfully turning the other deep-tanned cheek, Mereiles kept right on wooing the Chavantes with gifts of cloth and aluminum pots dropped strategically along their forest trails. Eventually, tribesmen began slipping across to the white man's side of the River of Deaths, asking for gifts and gulping down...
Tonight, a Prayer. It was past noon before Amerigo Marescalchi drew the middling lands of Cuocino and the pasture land Serra di Barracco. Still uncertain, he rushed home. When he caught sight of his wife Concetta in the doorway of the small, smoke-darkened room they share with eleven relatives, he cried, "It's Cuocino! It may be not much good as farming land but we can build a house there. It has rocks and I know how to blast stone. It will save us our rent, 2,000 lire a month." Concetta had tears in her eyes...