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When reveille sounds at any of the four major U.S. Air Force bases in Newfoundland these dark winter mornings, the G.I. hits the deck of a barracks built of local materials by local labor. He breakfasts on food bought in Newfoundland, and turns to on a work detail with tools and equipment supplied by local merchants. Taking a break, he eats a candy bar or sips a Coke which the PX has bought in the province. After hours, he catches a local bus, takes his local girl to a local movie, and buys her coffee and doughnuts or beer...
...long advance planning was getting TIME out this week in most remote places, such as the newsstand at Ben's Provision Store at Stephenville, Newfoundland (pop. 6,083), which was scheduled to receive its usual 20 copies via Trans-Canada Air Lines at 9:10 a.m. on Friday, Nov. 7. In the town of Stephenville, Ben reports, and among the U.S. troops stationed at the nearby Ernest Harmon Air Force Base (many of whose personnel are. subscribers to TIME and whose post exchange gets another 100 copies), the U.S. election has been the biggest topic of conversation for weeks...
...rose over the spruce-covered Newfoundland hills one morning last week, the tiny (34-ton) whaler Arctic Skipper put out from the weathered jetty at Dildo and chuffed at a steady six knots down Trinity Bay. Deck hands were just finishing their breakfast of fried eggs, sausage and coffee in the tiny galley when a lookout cried: "Pothead!"† Captain Iver Iversen rang the engine signal. As the Skipper picked up speed, the whales sounded. When they came up again, they were heading out to sea, and a deck hand fired a rifle shot to turn them. A red signal...
...Venture swept in its herd, and the small boats closed around more than 150 thrashing whales. Young men and old-like Isaac Higdon, 75, and Bob Newhook, a pothead killer since 1918 -beat empty oil drums and shouted at the top of their voices. The best boatmen in Newfoundland danced their craft among the whales and the long spiked lances stabbed out, turning the frothy water crimson with blood. In its death throes, a whale rammed the boat containing three generations of Higdons. It smashed three planks below the water line, but the skiff stayed in the drive. Ashore...
...decided whether it will fly its Comets on Latin American or Far Eastern runs or across the Atlantic, which a Comet could do in about nine hours with one stop at Newfoundland or Ireland, four hours under present elapsed time...