Word: packs
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...gunnery is so well-rounded he is also an anti-aircraft ace. Spectacled, dark, pinched, with a close-clipped mustache, he looks more like a "City" broker than the soldier-sportsman that he is (in the Army since 1902). His fox-hunting Irish father was Master of the Pau pack (supposed descendants of hounds with which Wellington's officers hunted in Spain). Sir Alan, who was born and raised in France, is one of the Empire's finest wing shots and anglers, and he once rode down and speared a wolf from horseback...
Though tuna may migrate without notice, packers cannot. Biggest Northern States packer is Astoria's William Leonard Thompson (no kin to the oceanographer), board chairman of C. R. P. A. But C. R. P. A. was famed for its salmon pack-Bristol Bay's Alaska Red, Columbia River's Fancy Chinook. So when the first albacore came to him in 1937, big, whispering, hard-hitting Bill Thompson, 60, sent them to California for processing and packing. California packers condemned twelve carloads. Roaring "To hell with that-we'll can 'em ourselves," Bill Thompson...
Californians fought to keep control of the pack. Last year fishermen enjoyed a North-South price war, which hoisted prices from $90 to as high as $150 a ton for their catch. Oregon finally topped California by a standing offer of $2.50 more than any price California wanted to name. (Apparently chastened, neither side has moved to start a new war this season.) California packers next carried the fight to Washington, asked the Federal Trade Commission for permission to label their tuna extra fancy. Thompson and his friends, new hosts to the albacore, claimed that only their tuna merited such...
ARTHUR N. PACK...
...ramshackle buildings of Blockley (Philadelphia General Hospital), oldest in the U. S. (founded 1732). Near Blockley's rear gate was a narrow, two-story, red brick building, the old autopsy house. There Dr. Osier went every afternoon, a top hat on the back of his head, a pack of adoring students at his heels. In a bare room furnished only with a storage vault and a ston'e table, he cut up corpses the old janitor had saved...