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The Science Fiction Fan, v. 4, issue 5, whole no. 41, December 1939

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AND They CALL Them SAVAGE by Walt Daugherty
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W.J.D

I'll never forget that day as long as I live. I was fresh from Yale and a bit of tenderfoot must have showed all over me as Dad took me down into the old Indian village to see the savages in their own life setting. The sight was magnificient. Tawny, copperskinned and almost naked bucks, as dad called them, were either sitting around with a white Teepee as their only support or elsewhere, in a leisurely fashion, parading around thru the cluttered up streets as though the whole village were their own private property. The squaws were busily scampering about with a job to do here, and a job to do there, kicking aside one of the numerous cur dogs that ran underfoot, or trying to quiet a papoose that was voicing a protest or desire.

"My, my, Dad" I exclaimed, "I didn't know there were still people living primitive style these days."

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18 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FAN AND They CALL Them SAVAGE by Walt Daugherty W.J.D I'll never forget that day as long as I live. I was fresh from Yale and a bit of tenderfoot must have showed all over me as Dad took me down into the old Indian village to see the savages in their own life setting. The sight was magnificient. Tawny, copperskinned and almost naked bucks, as dad called them, were either sitting around with a white Teepee as their only support or elsewhere, in a leisurely fashion, parading around thru the cluttered up streets as though the whole village were their own private property. The squaws were busily scampering about with a job to do here, and a job to do there, kicking aside one of the numerous cur dogs that ran underfoot, or trying to quiet a papoose that was voicing a protest or desire. "My, my, Dad" I exclaimed, "I didn't know there were still people living primitive style these days."