War or no war, there was sustained last week one of Brazil's most cherished institutions—the Rio de Janeiro Carnival. There were no garish street decorations, no fancy-dress granfino (high society) parties in the Casinos. Priorities had hit the manufacture of langa (perfumed ether) with which hilarious Cariocas love to squirt each other. There were no tourists to goggle. The Chamber of Commerce, in a grim wartime mood, had washed its hands of the whole thing. But that was not enough to stop the Cariocas.
This time it was a "carnaval do povo" (carnival...
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