Word: blubbering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Meat for the Mink. For generations, Newfoundlanders have gone out in their frail boats to hunt the potheads, which pursue squid into Trinity Bay. It was a haphazard venture until Norwegian Captain Iversen settled near Dildo in 1946 and opened a factory to render blubber and process the greasy meat prized by mink ranchers for the gloss it gives to the animal fur. To increase the whale catch, he raised money for the Arctic Skipper and a sister ship, Arctic Venture, to go farther out into the bay and herd more potheads shoreward...
...crawfish-style, pretending to be a seal yourself), and how to alleviate snow blindness by a few searing drops of kerosene in the eyes. He accustomed himself to the Eskimo menu, even to such delicacies as owl meat, scorpionfish liver, frozen raw fish, warm blood, seal guts braided with blubber. Like any true man of the Arctic, he became devoted to his Huskies, in whom he found a "sympathy and tenderness that many humans might envy." And he learned not to underestimate his native competitors, the shamans or medicine men. It was not inconceivable, he felt, that they might perform...
...Christmas Blubber." With gay disregard of military protocol, Molly had drawn up a big guest list. It included Mrs. Hoyt Vandenberg, wife of the Air Force chief (who was off on an inspection tour in Korea); the formidable Mrs. Robert Low Bacon, a doyenne of Washington society; Mrs. Cyrus Ching; Mr. & Mrs. Leslie Biffle; Lord and Lady Tedder-and, of course-Colonel May. A few of the guests were missing, but surveying the crowd, Molly thought it best to move to General Vandenberg's own office...
Everyone did. Molly was duly sworn and forthwith broke out a batch of champagne. As the ladies sipped, the new officer let them in on a secret-she felt she was too fat and had decided to diet off her "Christmas blubber" before being measured for a uniform. But this, it became obvious, was only a technical delay. Her maid immediately began answering the telephone with the words: "Colonel Thayer's residence...
...world-traveling racing-car driver until a crackup made a writer out of him, saves his sympathy for the Eskimos and his wrath for missionaries who, with "tea and keks," are trying to change the Eskimos' manners & morals. Readers who gobble up Author Ruesch's enticing fictional blubber-ball may never suspect that it is dialectical bear bait until the later pages, where an aged anga-kok (medicine man) sums up his people's primitive philosophy, and makes it sound as up-to-date as a modern university lecture by a materialist philosopher...