Into Albuquerque, N. M., last week rolled a bus with an unusual group of children. None of them had ever eaten an ice-cream cone or seen a cinema, although they lived only 40 miles away in the little Spanish-American mountain village of Juan Tomas. Juan Tomas, on the eastern slope of the Manzanos, has seven houses, a church and a school. It has no store, no telephones, no radios, since none of Juan Tomas' families owns a motor car, the only glimpse its children have of modern civilization is of the puffs of...
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