In Seattle last week, having traveled southward 2,000 miles by plane, another 1,000 miles by ship, was Boris Magids, a stocky, bright-eyed little Jew who is "farthest north" in the chain-store business. His half dozen stores are spotted along 1,000 miles of the Arctic Ocean on Alaska's Kotzebue Sound in Eskimo villages with such sub-zero names as Deering, Keewalik, Shishmaref, Kobuk. Gross libel was the press report that his Seattle visit was the first time he had been "outside" in 27 years. Rated one of the Arctic's shrewdest judges of raw furs and hard...
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