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...minute quick-freeze plant and cannery, a fleet of power-driven fishing boats, is only 60 miles' shipping distance from Palm Beach. General Foods will start operations with 300 native workers in the plant, 1,000 more as supply fishermen. Main catch will be rock lobster (crawfish); later the company will go after pompano, grouper, snapper, other tasty tropical fish. If all goes well, the plant may be expanded, more natives put to work...
...wilderness of southwest Washington, into which the battalion marched briskly one night on Blue Army maneuvers. In those unfrequented wilds, maps proved almost worthless; compasses led them into blind alleys. Rain poured down almost constantly. Cigarets ran out. Food supplies ran low (even though eked out with berries and crawfish). One man broke his arm; practically everyone had torn uniforms, wrecked shoes, bruises, scratches...
...world whose culture and civilization are degenerate. He has an enormous and un-selfconscious ego concerning the immortality of his works, but won't budge form the assertion that none of the modern greats correspond in ability to those of the past. "When there are no fish, a crawfish is a fish," he says. "I am a crawfish." Yet he has doubled the size of Harvard's Sociology Department, attracted a brilliant group of graduate students, and has probably written as many books in his field as any man in history. Although he scorns the "sensational, vulgar, misleading, and distorting...
...staples come from the unoccupied area. Mother Filloux still serves her internationally relished goose-liver pâté and fat-breasted pullets on her terrace at Lyon. Broiled trout are still to be had at the famed little Hôtel du Château at Randan, and crawfish at Robinson's, outside Vichy. The good & great cooks of France will see that she goes hungry palatably. But there are no more tarts in Vichy. Apple tarts have disappeared from the shops and there are no rooms for the ladies...
...civilization that drew its lifeblood from rice and cotton. Along the palm-lined Battery strolled such elegant Huguenot grandees as the Manigualts and Ravenels, who every year spent a gay social season in the city, replete with races, receptions, and balls. In lively Creole New Orlcans that city of crawfish bisque and gumbo file. Spanish pompano and mackerel, fried plaintains, baked bananas, claret and Bourbon, absinthe, Sazerac and silver gin fizz--a life of dissipation was more alluring than anywhere else on the continent. But none of the hot blood of Charleston and New Orleans flowed in the veins...