Word: salmons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Izaak Walton called salmon "the king of fresh-water fish." In New Brunswick's famed Restigouche River, the Atlantic salmon are not only king-size (up to 48 Ibs.), but the sport of hooking them takes a regal bankroll. Fishing leases cost up to $25,000 a year for the exclusive Restigouche clubs, where rosters are studded with names like Du Pont, Vanderbilt and Whitney. Even in the limited government waters, the fee is $40 a rod per day, and only 70 permits are issued each year...
...enter the auditorium after the overture has begun; evening dress is a must, however embarrassing to midafternoon commuters. Says he: "I refuse to pamper them." One concession: a 90-minute interval after Act II for dinner in nearby dining halls, where hungry operagoers can order chicken, Scotch salmon or cold lobster, buy choice wines from London caterers...
Some of his entries are almost hiccuping with raw poetry. In Bryce Canyon he saw: "A million wind-blown pinnacles of salmon pink and fiery white all fused together like stick candy-all suggestive of a child's fantasy of heaven . . ." In Salt Lake City he let loose a hot blast at Mormonism: "The harsh ugly temple, the temple sacrosanct, by us unvisited, unvisitable, so ugly, grim, grotesque, and blah . . . Enough, enough, of all this folly, this cruelty and this superstition-into the white car now and out of town." But what the Mormons had done with the countryside...
...formidable figure of Mrs. Purdy, president of the Tuesday Club of Pottawattamie, Ind. It was she who had persuaded the colonel to organize a Woman's League for Democratic Action among the Okinawan ladies, and to suggest model menus for the league's meetings (chicken aspic and salmon loaf garnished with water cress, fruit compote and other delicacies...
...week, as Tri-Continental took over Selected's assets, it became the biggest closed-end trust in the U.S. ($144 million in assets) and fifth among all US trusts.* With that big fish in his creel, Francis Randolph this week was planning some other business-a month of salmon fishing in the Pyrenees...