Very interesting article. It reminded me of an old man named Matt who lived in a quonset hut near Sutton back in the 60s. We were picking crops for Al Bannon on the hill behind Ol' Matt's place and he took my folks and I into his shop where he showed us how he took pieces of a tusk and cut them into little one inch slices about a fourth of an inch thick. Then he polished them to a glassy finish, drilled two holes through each one and strung them on elastic cord to make bracelets which he sold for a modest price. Whenever we pass that place I look over at the quonset and remember that little shop with a shelf under the one tiny window where he had his few tools set up and the bits of ancient ivory scattered around and the scraps littering the floor.  He was small, a little stooped, spoke softly and was always smiling, just the nicest little old man ever!