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...working at top speed, the ships were able to cast off and head for sea again in seven days. Reason for the haste: they hoped to be the first ships in the Antarctic for the opening, next month, of the first full-blown whaling season in five years. And the first to reach the ice-and whale-filled seas, comparatively unhunted during the war, should make a heavy killing. This year they would not have to worry about U.S. competition. There wasn...
With the rise of the oil industry, the number of whalers dropped. Yet the catch swelled enormously. Romance gave way to cold, scientific slaughter, chiefly to supply soap and oleomargarine makers. Whale ships became enormous floating factories, fed by small, 150-ft. killer ships firing harpoons tipped with explosive shells. (An electric harpoon, which paralyzes whales and keeps them from sounding, is now being tried out.) The whales were jerked aboard the factory ship through a hole in the stern, cut up and rendered into whale oil in a few gory, noisome hours...
...your phrase) the justification for which is "hard to guess" (TIME, March 26). The "caterwauling" tries to identify me as an "imperialist." In support of this ridiculous theme, it charges me with wanting the kind of world unity "which Jonah enjoyed when he was swallowed by the whale." Yes; I used that phrase in my Senate speech of last Jan. 10. How did I use it? I said: "We accept no conception that our contribution to unity must be silence, while others say and do what they please . . . and that unity for us shall only be the unity which Jonah...
More than victory was in the air last week. Poisonously, pervading even the conquerors' exultation, dying Germany's stench hung over Europe. The Nazi Leviathan might be as hard to bury as a whale on a beach. Unless the victors quickly perfected their disposal plans, the carcass would infect the peace...
...Corps history, is worthy, or almost worthy, to rank with such great war records as With the Marines at Tarawa (TIME, March 20, 1944). Shot chiefly on a terrain as shapeless as an ash-heap, as mortally featureless and cryptic as the flank of Captain Ahab's White Whale in their ultimate engagement, it lacks the relative coherence and clarity of most of its predecessors. It demonstrates, in fact, more clearly than any previous film, that war in its crucial essence is neither dramatic nor even particularly human, but paroxysmic: that it is simply hell on earth...