Word: choctaws
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...ambassadors and three or four generals and admirals. Frank was at the barroom door to greet them. "Hello, partner," bellowed Boykin. "Everything's made for love." The guests dug in. First there was a little buffet Frank had scraped together from his 100,000-acre hunting preserve in Choctaw County, Ala. and Deep Freeze lockers down home in Mobile -salmon from Quebec, venison from Alabama, elk from Montana, bear meat from the Okefenokee Swamp, turkey from Georgia, antelope from Chugwater, Wyo. Also a big batch of coon, possum and .'taters from Alabama's First Congressional District which...
From the Dead. The sons of an Irish miner, Patrick and William Hurley were born in the bedraggled mining town of Lehigh, Okla., then part of the Choctaw nation. Pat had got himself a college education, launched a career that made him a millionaire, Secretary of War under Herbert Hoover, roving ambassador extraordinary for Franklin Roosevelt. Bill, two years younger, left home in 1903 at 18. In 1911, some papers bearing Bill's name were found in the raincoat of a man killed near Mexico City. They decided Bill was dead...
...phone, Pat was cautious at first. He asked Bill to name the members of the family; living and dead. Billy did not miss one. Pat began to recognize the "Choctaw drawl." Why had he hidden out all these years? "Just a quirk," said Billy. What about the man in Mexico? "I left that raincoat in an El Paso restaurant in 1908," Billy explained...
...kind of voice. Howling down the horns had given her a husky growl on the blues-but she still had a sweet, sandpapered tone left for the ballads. And Kay, who was born on an Oklahoma Indian reservation (she is a mixture of Irish, Iroquois, Cherokee and Choctaw), was beginning to look like a girl the U.S. would soon be hearing about. Her record of I'm the Lonesomest Gal in Town has already sold more than 100,000 copies in three months. And Capitol Records, which seems to know when it has something (it also has such...
Veritably, The Lost Moment critique, though divertingly atmospheric, was a lost moment, for such abstruse phraseology, almost senza cerimonia, as it were, substituted a fabulous if rather obfuscated Choctaw for simple English though the need for the substitution remains ineluctably TIME'S. Well would we, with James, delicately strangle the scrivener of that apotheosis of the superficial...