Deep in the hot valley between the snowy volcanoes of Popocatépetl ("Smoking Mountain") and Ixtaccihuatl ("White Woman") Mexican peons in the hamlet of Amecameca one day last week were aroused from their mid-morning siesta by the noise of an airplane. Looking up, they spied an old trimotored Ford belonging to Compania Mexicana de Aviación, a subsidiary of Pan American Airways Chartered half an hour before by Hamburg-American Line, the plane was chugging its way from Mexico City to Guatemala. The courteous Mexican pilot had detoured from the regular course because he wished to...
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