The Winner

Gabriela Mistral, greying and 56, is a distinguished Chilean poetess. She is also Chilean consul at Petropolis, the summer capital of Brazil.

Weary of her sinecure. Poetess Mistral last week applied for a transfer to California. Two days later she had callers--the tall Swedish Minister, Ragnar Kumlin, and his elegant wife. Kumlin crossed Gabriela's tiny room and placed a bouquet of pink roses at her feet.

Said he: "You must leave on Sunday, Gabriela Mistral."

Said his wife: "You must take one of my fur coats, dear. It is winter now in Sweden."

Said Gabriela, still thinking of California: "But, am I going to Sweden?"

It appeared that she was: she had won the Nobel .prize for literature ($29,000 at present exchange rates), and Nobel prizewinners accept the awards in Stockholm if possible.

Said Gabriela: "The New World has been honored through me. . . . The victory is not mine but America's."

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