The world of postcard prose is a bizarre realm, as regular Morty the Blog readers are no doubt aware. But this particular one ranks as the most condescending piece I have encountered so far. I place this in the 1960s:
"Kotzebue in the Arctic. On the shore of the Arctic Ocean peacefully lies the city of Kotzebue, Alaska with mostly Eskimo population. These natives make their living from fishing as well as entertaining tourists. The place is ice-free only three or four months in the summer."