Fifty Manhattan Roman Catholics climbed about a United Fruit steamer in New York Harbor last week and kissed an amethyst ring. It was on the thick powerful finger* of a medium-sized cask of a man, whom two Mexican "very, very courteous" police sergeants a month ago had escorted out of Mexico, over the Guatemala border—Pasquale Diaz, Bishop of Tabasco, now exile. Newspapermen marveled at how, in the serenity of Catholic priesthood, this man's face had acquired its strained lines of truculence, combat and domination. He...
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