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...Driving at night to Deer Lodge through the National Forest, where elk, deer, bighorn sheep and mountain goat find pasture on the upper slopes, a group of skiers carrying torches popped out of the woods, stopped the caravan, asked Candidate Dewey for a speech...
...Moscow, Idaho (pop. 5,500) have been restive about their town's name. When the Indians used to go to this fertile valley at the foot of the Thatuna Hills to gather camas roots, they called the place Tat-Kin-Mah, which means the land of the spotted deer. First white settlers called it Paradise, and Paradise Valley it remained until 1876, when President Grant named the post office Moscow. Because there was a good deal of U. S. sympathy for Russia in the Crimean War, there were a good many Moscows, Odessas, Petersburgs established throughout the country...
...driven with his wife, Kleinchen (Little One), to the stage door of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House. He climbs the creaky stairs to the primo tenore's dusty dressing room,* fumbles around among the costumes of Tenors Richard Crooks and Giovanni Martinelli for his own raiment of deer skins and knightly robes. He washes himself in an antiquated, marble-topped washstand, glowers at the dead flies in the basin-shaped chandeliers, and applies his grease paint. In exactly 20 minutes he is dressed as the young Siegfried, his noble paunch encased in a deer skin, his stubby grey...
...great hunter on the stage, Lauritz Melchior in real life is hardly less terrible. The deerskin costume he wears as Siegfried is the skin of a deer that he shot and skinned himself on a hunting trip in Germany. When he can get a week off from the opera, he makes for the woods of Maine or North Dakota, where he prowls around with a brass hunting horn and a brace of dogs, gunning for ducks, rabbits, deer. He has shot panthers in South America, once bagged a 1,600-lb. bison in North Dakota. In New Brunswick he shot...
...island in the middle of a lake, near the former Polish border, he inhabits what was originally the fortress of a medieval robber baron. All summer long, Lauritz Melchior invites his soul in this rustic barony. He likes to dress in Lederhosen, hunt his own land for rabbit, red deer or pheasant. On these expeditions he always carries his little brass hunting horn, blows a blast on it like Siegfried himself...