Word: leatherizing
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...very long ago, Sir James Frazer sat in his leather armchair, distilling an impressive compendia of primitive customs from the reports of adventurous travelers; at the same time his countrymen were rallying to the jingoist battle cries of Kipling. Nor was the primacy of white civilization absent from the American idiom: with the then recent defeat of the last of the Indians, the slogan "Better dead than Red" still meant something. Soon after the turn of the century, however, modern cultural anthropology was born, when Franz Boas left his study and took to the hills in search of the truth...
...anything to compare with the sound of a Mighty Wurlitzer in full cry. Its rumbling, trumpeting majesty, its cooing, whimpering intimacy brought shivery pleasure to a generation of balcony sitters back in the golden age of the movie palace; saccharine with sentiment one moment, it was a hell-for-leather Marine marching band the next, and for many a movie fan, when the Wurlitzer sank out of sight into the bowels of the orchestra pit, the best part of the show was over...
...Finals Rodeo in Dallas, the cowpoke stared coldly at a mottled grey bronc, puffed an inch-long butt, and spat contemptuously into the dirt. "Keep your eyes open," warned a bystander. "That Blue Boy's a rank old s.o.b." Nodding brusquely, Kenny Mc Lean hiked up his scuffed leather chaps, swung over the rail, settled gingerly into the saddle, and in the awkward tradition of rodeo riding, he dug his spurs hard into Blue Boy's neck...
...folk-music fans, the newest spectator sport is listening to a quartet of leather-lunged Irishmen crowding around a microphone and taking a few melodious cracks at the English. The song, chances are, will be God Bless England...
...mater. Such are the sights and sounds of college football for most fans-but not for the pro scout. Cold-eyed and calm in the midst of it all, he perches in some remote corner of the stadium, clutching his notebook and pencil. His sound is the smack of leather meeting leather, and his sight is the glimpse of a crumpling block, a tooth-rattling tackle, or a precisely executed pass. Like a Broadway talent hunter who scours the chorus line for a budding star, the pro scout examines Saturday's heroes for the skill, size, strength and stamina...