William H. Shippen, jr., feature writer of The Star staff, and 

 Dr. William M. Mann have a deck conversation interrupted by a 

 man with a camera. 



Bearing gifts for South Amer- 

 ican zoos, Dr. William M. Mann, 

 director of the National Zoologi- 

 cal Park, is en route to points in 

 Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay 

 to collect birds, reptiles and ani- 

 mals. Among those on board his 

 ship is William H. Shippen, jr., 

 feature writer of The Star staff, 

 who here presents th e sixths of 

 a series of articles ao~out ur, 

 Mann's expedition. 



By WILLIAM H. SHIPPEN, Jr* 



Star Staff Correspondent. 



ABOARD THE S. S. URUGUAY. 

 — For four days now — since we left 

 Barbados— we have been going 

 southeast by east, skirting the north 

 coast of South America. 



This is a fast boat and distances 

 are huge. For example, we . sail 

 longer from Barbados to get around 

 the hump of South America than 

 the distance from South America to 

 Africa— 1,800 miles. 



That 1,800 miles is spanned regu- 

 larly by airplanes on passenger and 

 mail runs. It's almost 5,000 miles 

 from New York to Rio. Distances 

 are all in favor of Germany and 

 Italy in event they get a slice of 

 West Africa. And I hear at least 

 a million colonists of German de- 

 scent live on the east coast of Brazil. 

 (Just a thought.) 



We have encountered fine weather 

 on this ship as she hums along 

 into the tropics. Zoo Director 

 William M. Mann's animals are 

 doing well on the freight deck for- 

 ward. Their appetites are good- 

 much better than when the ship 

 rolled and pitched back north. The 

 buffalo are taking on sizeable cargos 

 of oats and hay, and drinking plenty 

 of water— too much if you have to 

 carry it from the crews' galley I 

 Wolf Making Trouble. 

 The Texas wolf, a cousin to a 

 coyote (if not his brother) , is nutking 

 trouble. He chewed his way through 

 the wire than separated him from 

 his mate. I, in all innocence, thought 

 he was just lonely on the long voy- 

 age. What he did, however, was to 

 eat all his wife's meals— breakfast, 

 lunch and dinner. He also drank 

 the water brought for her. In ad- 

 dition, he snapped at her every time 

 she raised her voice. 

 ! Dr. Mann decided to divorce the 

 two. They weren't getting on so well 

 i on the cruise. He had the cages 

 ! backed together while members of 

 1 the crew collected in such numbers 

 : they jammed the corridors of the 

 floating menagerie. 



"By the way," said Dr. MahnTto a 

 big sailor, who had been teasing the 

 eagles, ''do the ship's officers carry 

 guns?" 



"What kind of guns?" 



"Wolf guns. We are going to help 

 a wolf move into a more desirable 

 apartment. If he doesn't like it 

 he may run around the deck and 

 bite a sailor. I thought it would 

 be nice to have a gun down here 

 just in case." 



Ship Nears Equator. 



In two shakes of a wolf's tail j 

 Dr. Mann had all the room he ; 

 needed. The shifting v y mere 



routine. After a bit the audience 

 returned. 



■ "Were you kidding us, sir?" one 

 sailor asked. "Is that fellow there 

 the original Big Bad Wolf?" 

 "Oh, no," said Dr. Mann, "that's 

 i Little Red Riding Hood. Why 

 1 don't you shake hands with her?" 



The ship has been going along 

 the north coast of South America 

 for da^s— -some 300 miles off British, 

 Dutch and French Guiana, Brazil 

 and the mouth of the Amazon. 

 Soon we will be at the Equator. 

 My fellow passengers tell me I'm 

 in for some fun when we hit the 

 Equator. It's going to be great for 

 me, a tenderfoot! They say King 

 Neptune has given me a special in- 

 vitation. And an invitation from 

 the king is a command. 

 Well, I'll be seeing you! 

 Tomorrow: Crossing the Equator. 



