Word: arctics
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Queen of Scots. Proud of his Scottish ancestry, he has never worn his clan tartan of navy, black, red and green. His interest in the Cowal Games of the U. S. is sporting rather than historical. After schooling at St. Paul's, Mr. Moore joined Peary's Arctic Expedition in the summer of 1897. The next summer he hunted polar bear in Hudson Bay. After graduating from Yale in 1903, he spent a year touring and buying horses in Arabia. He was a major in the U. S. Army during the War. Afterward, he entered his father...
...Cooper, London financier who won his spurs in South American utilities. Educated at Cambridge, a veteran of the Royal Field Artillery, he is a director of the Bank of England. Bold, progressive, energetic, he was last week on his way to visit Hudson's Bay Company's arctic posts, the first Governor ever to do so in the company's history...
...Carl Anton Larsen of Sandefjord, Norway, brought the first whale oil of the season into Grytviken, a bleak whaling station on the Island of South Georgia east of Cape Horn. Captain Larsen, already an oldster in the trade, realized that whaling was doomed unless new grounds were discovered. The Arctic, hunted for centuries, was nearing exhaustion. With great difficulty he raised enough capital for an expedition to the Weddell Sea. There he found whales aplenty and within ten years the Antarctic whaling industry was employing 8,000 Norwegians...
Soon after the War the vast waters lying between the South Polar ice barrier, Cape Horn and the Cape of Good Hope threatened to go the way of the Arctic whaling grounds. Again Captain Larsen set out to find more whales. This time he went through the ice pack into the Ross Sea* where no explorer had been for a decade. Thence he pounded his way into the Bay of Whales where six years later Richard Evelyn Byrd established a base at Little America. Once again Captain Larsen made whaling history, by arriving on a Christmas Eve. Four days later...
...majesty, old without mellowness, old without pathos, just shabby and bloodless and worn out. . . . Something infinitely old and disillusioned peers out between the rays of George Ade's wit, and Mrs. Wharton's intellectuality positively freezes the fingers with which one turns her page. . . . Think of the arctic frigidity of Mr. Paul Elmer More's criticism...