Word: featherers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...white boys were members of the famed Koshare troop of Boy Scouts in La Junta, Colo. Founded in 1933 by a railroad contractor named Buck Burshears, the Koshares (Pueblo Indian for clowns) have made a specialty of re-creating Indian dances, faithful to the last feather and as accurately chanted, stomped and hopped as scholarship and rehearsal can make them. Koshares are the pick of all La Junta scouts; they spend hundreds of dollars on their costumes and go on tour each summer in their own especially equipped bus, netting as much as $50,000 a season. Their headquarters...
...Shalakos are beautiful. They are birds, about ten feet high, with turquoise heads crested with eagle feathers and mounted with feather-tipped buffalo horns. Their bulging ball-eyes roll majestically and their wooden beaks clack-clack as they glide and stomp through their dance of blessing, with a tinkling of bells worn at the knees of the dancers...
...autobiography, Grandma gives a memorable description of her wedding outfit : "A going-away costume of a very dark green dress, and jacket the same, a hat, the same, trimmed with a pink feather. The first thing I had on was a chemise, then my corsets, a corset waist, a pair of pantsies, a little flannel skirt, the bustle, a white skirt, then the dress. The dress was made with a skirt lining and wigging stitched on up to the knees, and the dress cloth went over that, a long skirt reaching to the floor. Then an overskirt over that, that...
...dinners are hearty. "Good eatin's and good keepin's" is Grandma's recipe for health. At 10 o'clock Grandma is ready for bed: "The minute my head hits the pillow I'm dead to the world." She sleeps on an old feather tick under an electric blanket...
...which the spook that hurls itself against the door, knocking piteously to be let in, is neither seen nor described but is known to the reader to be a cadaver which was last observed being crunched in the innards of a factory machine. Light as a feather, and funny, is John Collier's The Bottle Party, which is not ghostly at all but deals with the imps which lie imprisoned in bottles crying, "Let me out! Do let me out! . . . I'm harmless. Please...