Out of Aklavik in the icy Arctic came Fur Trader Stan Peffer (also a hotel owner, grocer, theater operator, sawmill proprietor). In Edmonton on his annual business trip south last week he told a tale that sounded prehistoric.
In Aklavik, dinner tables groan under inch-thick steaks (reindeer and caribou), heaping mounds of butter, jam, other war-scarce delicacies. Aklavik women, most of them Eskimos and Leacheau Indians, have all the silk stockings they need, can frequently be heard mildly bewailing "the third pair I've ruined this week." All sorts of consumer goods are available.
Explanation: nothing is rationed in Aklavik (the population of...
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