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Last week, Seattle's musicians were on the barricades again. They marched into a symphony board of directors' meeting in the stuffy, ivied Rainier Club. They had a simple solution to the orchestra's problem: if the directors would only just stay away, 40 members of the orchestra would run it themselves. They would plan the season, pick their own conductor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Seattle Treatment | 8/23/1948 | See Source »

...first man to report seeing them was Kenneth Arnold, of Boise, Idaho. Arnold, a businessman, was flying near Washington's Mt. Rainier when nine saucerlike objects, noiseless and sunbright, came streaking over the Cascades at "1,200 miles an hour in formation, like the tail of a kite." Arnold said later: "I don't believe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PEOPLE: The Somethings | 7/14/1947 | See Source »

...many a man, as for a tanned National Park Ranger named Bill Butler, it would be a rare day of rest, warmth and comfort. The odds had favored Bill Butler's spending Christmas high on glacier-scarred Mount Rainier. For four days he had been battling Arctic cold, avalanches and the dead-white swirl of alpine blizzards in a search for a lost Marine Corps transport plane. But a fall on rock-fanged ice had finally sent him skiing painfully back to his snug cottage in a timber-bordered Government camp. With his torn ribs healing he would idle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PEOPLE: To Each His Own | 12/30/1946 | See Source »

...Boat. That operator was recently hunched over a tumbler of bourbon in Seattle's exclusive, leather-lined Rainier Club. In his Sunday best, he looked very uncomfortable. He became more uncomfortable when told that the club's whiskey deliveries were smaller than those of some newer clubs. "Goddamn it," he roared, "I go and talk to Mon [Governor Monrad

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FISHING: Baron of the Brine | 11/4/1946 | See Source »

Next jaunt was a 75-mile trip to Mount Rainier. Mist hung low as the President's car moved up through the foothills, crossed a river at the foot of Nisqually Glacier. But as he drove higher between high snow walls, the sun came out and the 14,000-ft. peak above them hung dazzling white against a blue mountain sky. At Paradise Valley, 5,400 feet above sea level, the President threw snowballs, stared at the heights through glasses, went into sprawling Paradise Inn to play a few pieces on the piano...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Innocent Merriment | 7/2/1945 | See Source »

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