Word: fisher
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...busy that he either had to cut down his civic activities or his business. His choice: to sell his Builders Emporium, a popular, Sears-like operation for do-it-yourselfers, so he could devote more time to community affairs. In Denver President Joseph Ross of Denver's Daniels & Fisher department store currently leads or serves on some 33 Denver civic projects. And, says a friend, "Joe doesn't just talk; he works, he drives, he produces...
...entire industry. More than a thousand visitors a year from the graphic arts call at Springdale, some to see work in progress, others to ask questions and discuss mutual problems. "Anyone who taps on our door gets in−they all bring us ideas," says Research Director Roswell ("Bud") Fisher...
David McDonald is a big (6 ft. 2 in. 220 Ibs.) man and true, who eats his buffalo liver raw and sometimes wonders whether he is a man or a moose. In the 23rd book of his long and musky career, saga-gaga Novelist Vardis Fisher (Testament of Man, seven volumes so far, five to come) surrounds David & Co. with tons of Indians-bucks, squaws, half-breeds-plus prairies full of buffalo meat, oceans of rum, and a plot made of walrus blubber. David is a deep thinker, but on somewhat specialized lines; he broods mostly on pemmican and squaws...
...speak of flies and maggots. Squaws, too, could be improved upon. But when Hero David meets a squaw whose bare bosom makes him think of a pair of "sun-darkened thimbleberries," the two passions of his career are united; he is a goner. To reassure critics of integration, Author Fisher takes pains to show that Squaw Sunday, princess of the Blackfeet, is really white. Covered as she is with bear grease and vermillion, she smells pretty bad. But to a man who can survive temperature cold enough to split a tree and "mosquitoes as big as owls," this...
...half-breed named Buffalo Dung, who deeply dislikes David and aims an arrow at his digestive juices. Unhappily, Buffalo Dung misses, and the epic staggers to its end like a strayed moose caught in an Armour's assembly line. By then, for those who wonder Quo Vardis Fisher?, heap big David and contented new Squaw Sunday are headed West, perhaps to Hollywood...