Word: sourdoughs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Turn the Ice-Worm Wiggle loose! Glaciers gleam with misty dews. Thrilling ice-worms lurk for you Where Alaskan icebergs cruise. "Akh-tu-wu-ye-keh" to you! Let's mush on to a sourdough stew! . . . Mr. Lopez proposes, at the Claridge Hotel in Memphis this month, to popularize the Wiggle, a shuffling, hopping dance which ends with everyone pointing in the air, shouting...
...with some U. S. chain, KFAR nevertheless intends to broadcast home-made programs for Alaska's own needs. It will announce airplane arrivals and departures to a people who fly 17 times as much per capita as their fellow citizens in the States. It hopes to teach the sourdough how to make better biscuits, and to school the cheechako (tenderfoot) in the art of mining. It will broadcast four to six news periods...
...father, who was, he says, not John London but an eccentric, intelligent astrologer named Chaney. Whoever his father was, London spent such an adventurous youth that his stored-up experiences were good for 16 years of novel writing. He had been an oyster pirate in San Francisco Bay, a sourdough in Alaska, a sailor, barber, patrolman, tramp, marcher in Coxey's Army, when at 23 his stones won national attention. Thereafter his life settled to its pattern: he was always broke, although he made a lot of money; he was always successful, always in trouble with women. Robbed right...
...tenth annual International Sourdough Reunion. Swapping tall stories, but doing little whooping in the Multnomah bar (see cut), which, like other Oregon taprooms, serves no hard liquor, were such diverse sourdoughs as Alaska's Episcopal Bishop Peter Trimble Rowe, Henry Macaulay, first mayor of Dawson, Editor Frank J. Cotter of Seattle's Alaska Weekly, scores of old Yukon prospectors, storekeepers, mail clerks...
...Biggest sourdough storyteller was the Reunion's retiring president, Michael Ambrose Mahoney of Ottawa, Ont., who flew to Portland in a checkered jacket. Big Mike Mahoney, who is supposed to have retired with $250,000 in his poke, spends most of his time at luncheons and banquets reciting Poet Robert W. Service's doleful ballads Dangerous Dan McGrew and The Cremation of Sam McGee. According to Mr. Mahoney, he was present, along with Poet Service, when a crazed engineer named Madden burst into the Dominion saloon at Dawson and shot Gambler McGrew for running away with his wife...