IMMIGRATION: Frank's Barber Shop

Francesco Marinosci was only 17 when he left his home in Italy and set out for America. He was a sensible boy, but crossing the Atlantic was a great adventure, and, in the back of his mind, he looked for wonders in America. "That was 40 years ago," he said last week in his Bronx barber shop. "So long it seems like a dream."

The little shop, with its shabby furniture, its smiling calendar nude and its big, faded poster of Rudolph Valentino, bore eloquent testimony to Francesco's low-key adventure in America. He had been swallowed up by the great...

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