Dr. Boys, With Bow and Arrow, 

 Thinks He's Unafraid of Tigers 



Sasha Siemel's Companion on Zoo Ship 



Loses Some of His Optimism, However 



Bearing gifts for South Ameri- 

 can zoos, Dr. William M. Mann, 

 director of the National Zoolog- 

 ical 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 the tenth of 

 a series of articles ct&&$t^^r: 

 Mann's expedition. 



By W. H. SHIPPEN, Jr., 



Star Staff Correspondent.-. 



ABOARD THE STEAM SHIP 

 URUGUAY. — "Well, doctor, we'll be 

 seeing you!" 



It was the night before our ship 



arrived in Rio, 



and the doctor 

 was leaving us 

 there. 



We hoped we 

 would be seeing 

 him again, but 

 we couldn't be 

 too certain — he 

 was bound for 

 the Matto Gras- 

 so country to 

 hunt "tigers" 

 with Sasha A. 

 Siemel. 



Dr. Charles E. 

 Boys of Kala- 

 mazoo, Mich., W. H. Shippen, Jr. 

 had done a lot of hunting in his 

 day— kodiak bears in Alaska, Rocky 



Mountain sheep in the United 

 States and Canada, quail in Michi- 

 gam, etc. 



Dr. Boys is a big, husky man, 

 but a lot of his new friends were 

 worried about him. They had just 

 heard Mr. Siemel lecture in the 

 dance salon, telling how he speared 

 jaguars and dodged alligators and 

 pharinas, the little cannibal fish 

 which swim in schools and strip a 

 body to a skeleton in less time than 

 it takes to mention it. 



A Testimonial, Free. 



"I'll catch your ship on the way 

 back about the first of June," said 

 Dr. Boys. 



"What makes you so optimistic?" 



"I have my bow and arrow along. 

 If I miss my shots I'm sure the 

 little lady from Philadelphia who 

 is accompanying us will kill the 

 tiger." 



As a matter of fact, the girl, who 

 has been to the Matto Grasso be- 

 fore with Mr. Siemel and his hunt- 

 ing parties, is pretty good with a 

 bow and arrow. Twice each day she 

 and Mr. Siemel riddle a target 

 fixed on the freight deck forward. 



The target is beside a passage 

 from which I bring water from the 

 crew's galley for Zoo Director Wil- 

 liam M. Mann's menagerie. If the 

 girl hadn't been good at archery I 

 probably would have been buried 

 at sea some days ago. 



Dr. Boys puts more faith in gun- 

 powder than bows and arrows. He's 



heard a lot of snake stories about 

 the interior of Brazil, although Mr. 

 Siemel says there are no poisonous 

 varieties— just a few anacondas, one 

 of the world's largest boas. 

 Copper-Lined Boots. 

 In New York Dr. Boys got fitted 

 at a swank sporting store in a pair 

 of copper-lined, snake -proof boots. 

 His wife (who plans to leave him 

 to his jungle adventures while she 

 sees something of Brazil's more 

 civilized life) told him not to get 

 the boots. She saw him trying them 

 on and they seemed cumbersome. 



"I'd rather see you bitten by a 

 snake than unable to outrun a 

 tiger after you shoot him with a 

 bow and arrow," she said. So the 

 doctor came along without his boots. 



"You'll need some track shoes 

 if one of those 'campo' fires begins 

 to run toward your camp?" 



"That's true," admited Dr. Boys, 

 "and I've brought along a mosquito 

 net to keep off the vampire bats.'* 

 "How can you take a bath in 

 one of those rivers full of man- 

 eating fish and alligators?" 



"That's one of the reasons why 

 I'm on my way to Brazil— I won't 

 have to take a bath!" 



"Do you think you can sleep in 

 a hammock?" 



"I think I can sleep anywhere 

 after this trip south. You see, my 

 cabin is up forward -next to Dr. 

 Mann's buffaloes." 



The hunter insisted he wasn't 

 afraid of fire ants, sunstroke or elec- 

 trie eels. 



"But the food, sir. After the 

 elaborate meals you've been enjoy- 

 ing on the boat, how can you ac- 

 custom yourself to camp fare?" 



"Ah," cut in Dr. Siemel, "no 

 matter how bad our food, our ap- 

 petites will be magnificent!" 



"Dr. Boys, have you heard of 

 Col. Fawcett— late of his majesty's 



royal artillery, or some such regi- 

 ment?" 



"No, what happened to him?" 



"Nobody knows. He went into 

 the Matto Grasso in search of a 

 'lost world.' Nobody has heard 

 -rom him since, and that was 10 

 Sears or so ago." 



"Did you say you are catching 

 f boat back in a month, doctor?" 



"I hope so," said Dr, Boys, 



Wild Bill Throws 

 Tantrum as Ship 

 Pulls Info Rio 



Shipmates Relieved as 

 Yearling Buffalo 

 Qyiets Down 



Bearing gifts for South Ameri- 

 can zoos, Dr. William M. Mann, 

 director of the National Zoolog- 

 ical Park, is en route to points in 

 Brazil, Argentina arid 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 tho+JgLh of 

 a series of articles aWwT^Trrr'- 

 Mann's expedition. 



The gulls, too, had a strange shape 

 — thin wings like scimitars and 

 forked tails. The harbor was full 

 of shipping. Sailors shouted at each 

 other across the water in an un- 

 familiar tongue. We were scarcely 

 prepared for the modern city of 

 skyscrapers and huge, thriving docks 

 . . . but, after all, that's in every 

 guidebook. 



The guidebooks, however, probably 

 overlooked the white mongrel pup- 

 py which rode with us on the cable- 

 car to the top of Sugar Loaf. The 

 puppy rode on the roof — on an un- 

 guarded platform, no bigger than a 

 postage stamp, where his master, 

 the mechanic, sat just under the ca- 

 ble to watch for the possible parting 

 of a strand and to see how the 

 wheels function. 



The puppy came up with us and 

 the made a return trip. From the 

 top of Sugar Loaf I watched him 

 through binoculars. He was frisking 

 about at his master's knees, while 

 half a mile below buzzards wheeled 

 and the jungle yawned. 



Motif Taken From Palms. 



By W. H. SHIPPEN, Jr., 



Star Staff Correspondent. 



Over across the way — surmounting 

 a mountain still higher and almost 

 S. S. URUGUAY AT RIO DE as precipitate as Sugar Loaf — stood 

 JANEIRO. — Nobody is disappointed a heroic figure of Christ, with arms 

 with Rio, not even Wild Bill, the outstretched. As we watched a cloud 



yearling buffalo. 



Bill, who was 

 called Ferdinand 

 by the crew 

 until he began 

 trying to kick 

 the slats out of 

 his crate, and 

 buck the top off, 

 quieted down 

 after we docked 

 this morning. 



Quite a few 

 persons aboard 

 ship were re- 

 lieved when Wild 

 Bill got so busy 

 gathering hay 

 he forgot to 

 raise cain. 



The drumming of his hoofs and 



W. H. Shippen, Jr. 



broke on the mountain, spread and 

 streamed up its face. It flowed over 

 the top, severing the figure from its 

 mundane anchorage. For an in- 

 stant it seemed that the statue, 

 serene and far away, was moving 

 through the sky — actually moving 

 and trailing flowing robes of mist. 



Rio's water front on the ocean 

 side is a wide beach, a curving drive 

 and a series of tall, modernistic 

 apartment houses. The builders must 

 have taken an architectural motif 

 from the royal palms, which shoot 

 up 50, 100 feet, straight and flaw- 

 less as an arrow - shaft or a cathe- 

 dral candle. 



The surf today came in with a 

 boom and a great rush and smother 

 of foam — enough to chill a life guard 

 at Nags Head, N. C. The guards 



horns had been an entertainment J US J a red flag in the sand, 



by day and something more than and after that a swimmer is on his 



that by night. 



own. The bathing season is almost 



"Not even a young bull buffalo over, and after that fan approaches 



can hold that pace," said Dr. Mann. Already beach accommodations can 



-If he keeps fighting his crate, he ^^ a X^ SHtatue" of 



r n Vwim^ wf mollrea to 



Sweet William— by the time we hit ,, . a , , . ' Htw , 0 



B. A." 



Mountains Gird Port. 



, its base today, zig-zagging on turns 

 | that would balk a Rocky Mountain 

 goat — moving under palms clus- 



A Day to Be Remembered. 



Buzzards banked in the strong ■ 

 tip-draft about the statue and 'Rio's j 

 vast panorama was almost dwarfed I 

 by the reaches of the ocean and j 

 the purple mountains, faintly j 

 glimpsed like clouds, high on the 

 Western horizon. It was a day of 

 sunshine, mist and brief rain flur- 

 ries — a day long ato be remembered! 



The lights of Rio glittered 

 through the dusk as our car wound 

 down from the mountains. 



Back on board the Uruguay we 

 saw her sister ship, the Brazil, cast- 

 ing off from a berth just forward 

 abound for the States. 



We watched the tugs worry her 

 into the channel, and saw her lights 

 dwindle and vanish as she went 

 out past Sugar Loaf. 



For a moment, I was homesick 

 . . . the Brazil would be pulling into 

 New York while we were a long 

 way south of this city. Homesick, 

 but only for a moment. 



Too much, I felt, lies to the 

 South. 



Tomorrow: Reducing the death 

 toll from snake bite. 



' , . . , tered with parasites, and strange, 



The mountains which oorned er ^ t ^ ked ^ 



about the port as we came in this ^ in * j le d £ ty Ti 

 morning strained the credulity of i monk fled trough the tree tops 

 this Southern hillbilly. and parrot s broke from cover, al- 



I couldn't believe m such fantastic | ways P flying in pairs . G nce on the 

 shapes. The mountains were broken ! C0 4 ret * ara ^ at the base of the 

 and twisted, some stood on end, for statue the sheer drop on all sides 



no apparent reason, others were 

 folded like a sheet of paper wadded 

 and tossed aside — but what a sheet! 



made a few of us a bit dizzy — 

 especially those still accustomed, 

 after more than a fortnight at sea, 

 to the motion of a boat. 



