Camel-smokers walked at least a mile for any kind of cigaret; candy-eaters really lost weight for lack of sugar; gum-chewers glumly clumped their jaws on nonresilient chicle.
In a rambling two-story house hidden by mango and chicle trees on the industrious island of Trinidad lives an unlikely watchdog against corporate greed.
Astonishingly, some 28 of these chicle, cattle, piping-and people-ferrying air craft are still flying between remote points round the globe.