I'm trespassing on Alex's territory here, with an hour-length documentary on what was once a famous hoax.
Here's the story in a nutshell.
Every Christmas, a friend sends me a package of foodstuffs from the
Native Harvest website, run by the Ojibwe tribe. It's all wonderful goodies, and today I broke out the Maple Butter for toast.
That's when I noticed the native name given for the product: "Anishinaabe Doodooshaaboo-bimide."
Yeah, right. You just know this is a joke the Native Americans are playing on us politically correct and guilty invaders, trying to get us to pronounce a bunch of doo-wop lyrics and sound like Frankie Valli.
But it does
taste great!
[Upper image from
Look magazine for June 20 1961. Lower image from
Look magazine for April 24 1962.]
A special "two-fer" installment of the Follies thread. Two splendid representations of our friends, the Native Americans, from within the lifetimes of many WU readers.
They hate cheap cigars, but are experts in premium house paints.
[From
Life magazine for September 30 1940.]
Either a 20th-century man's shoe has been transported through time back to pre-Columbian America, confounding the primitive redksins, or else some 20th-century Native Americans on some especially traditional and cloistered reservation somewhere are incredibly ignorant.
Or, some Madison Avenue genius thought this was brilliant.
Category: Eccentrics, Hoaxes and Imposters and Imitators, 1930's, 1910's, 1920's, 1900's, North America, Nineteenth Century, Native Americans