The Washington Post, Nov. 2, 1922:
HEADLINE:
Arctic Ocean Getting Warm; Seals Vanish and Icebergs Melt.
The Arctic ocean is warming up, icebergs are growing scarcer and in some places the seals are finding the water too hot, according to a report to the Commerce Department yesterday from Consul Ifft, at Bergen, Norway.
Reports from fishermen, seal hunters and explorers, he declared, all point to a radical change in climate conditions and hitherto unheard-of temperatures in the Arctic zone.
Exploration expeditions report that scarcely any ice has been met with as far north as 81 degrees 29 minutes. Soundings to a depth of 3,100 meters showed the gulf stream still very warm.
Great masses of ice have been replaced by moraines of earth and stones, the report continued, while at many points well known glaciers have entirely disappeared. Very few seals and no white fish are found in the eastern Arctic, while vast shoals of herring and smelts, which have never before ventured so far north, are being encountered in the old seal fishing grounds.
What’s that old saw?: “Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose “ (“The more things change………….
I thought considering the topic and today being the day where everyone (except Moozies and Moonbats) is—in fact, or at least in spirit—Irish, I chose a corresponding color for the following:
One day Chicken Little was walking in the woods when -- KERPLUNK -- an Enviro-Nut fell on her head
"Oh my goodness!" said Chicken Little. "The sky is falling! I must go and tell President Bush."
On her way to the White House, Chicken Little met Nervous Nelly.
Nervous Nelly said that she was going into the woods to hunt for worms.
"Oh no, don't go!" said Chicken Little. "I was there and the sky fell on my head! Come with me to tell President Bush."
So Nervous Nelly joined Chicken Little and they went along and went along as fast as they could.
Soon they met Crotchety Bobby, who said, "I'm going to the woods to hunt for seeds."
"Oh no, don't go!" said Nervous Nelly. "The sky is falling there! Come with us to tell President Bush."
So Crotchety Bobby joined Nervous Nelly and Chicken Little, and they went along and went along as fast as they could.
Soon they met Lucy Goosey, who was planning to go to the woods to look for berries.
"Oh no, don't go!" said Crotchety Bobby. "The sky is falling there! Come with us to tell President Bush." So Lucy Goosey joined Crotchety Bobby, Nervous Nelly and Chicken Little, and they went along as fast as they could.
Then who should appear on the path but sly old Owl Gore
"Where are you going, my fine feathered friends?" asked Owl Gore. He spoke in a polite manner, so as not to frighten them.
"The sky is falling!" cried Chicken Little. "We must tell President Bush."
"I know a shortcut to the White House," said Owl Gore sweetly. "Come and follow me."
But wicked Owl Gore did not lead the others to the Oval Office. He led them right up to the entrance of his Carbon Trading Pit. Once they were inside, Owl Gore was planning to turn them into Liquid CO2!
Just as Chicken Little and the others were about to go into the Owl's pit, they heard a strange sound and stopped.
It was President Bush's Special Hunting Dogs, growling and howling.
How Owl Gore hustled his fat butt, across the meadows and through the forests, with the hounds close behind.
He ran until he was far, far away and never dared to come back again.
After that day, Chicken Little always carried an umbrella with her when she walked in the woods.
The umbrella was a present from President Bush to protect Chicken Little From any Enviro-Nuts falling from Green-Trees.
And if -- KERPLUNK -- an Enviro-Nut fell, Chicken Little didn't mind a bit. In fact, she didn't notice it at all.
The End
Fair Tales Can Come True,
They Can Happen to You
If Your Not too Smart
<i>For its easy, you'll find
To be narrow of mind
If you're not too smart
To be continued…………..
