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...summary of the 150-pound game: HARVARD ANDOVER Sise, l.e. r.e., H. L. Lowe Dryer, Beaumont, Herman, l.t. r.t., Frye Ginsberg, Brooks, l.g. r.g., Sears Shelden, c. c., Dwyer Adams, Uhiselder, r.g. l.g., R. H. Lowe, Dean Balch, Holden, r.t. l.t., Bite McTigue, Lawrence, Brown, r.e. l.e., MacWilliams Dearborn, Tasman, q.b. q.b., Bates, Clark Gallagher, l.h.b. r.h.b., Off Corcoran, Roorbach, r.h.b. l.h.b., Miller Tucker, Churchill, f.b. f.b., Johnson...
Left behind on the ranch, but to leave there in November or December with their collection of animals caged for U. S. zoos, were Alexander Siemel, chief animal man, who has recovered from an alligator bite (TIME, April 13) ; Vladimir ("Vovo") Perfilieff, artist and general director; Floyd Crosby, first camera man, now busi ness manager, and his wife (only woman with the party) ; James T. Rehn, zoologist ; Vincent Petrullo. ethnologist ; Arthur Rossi, cameraman; Ainslee Davis, sound engineer; Uncle George Rawls. famed Florida cracker guide: and the dogs. The dogs, typical U. S. hunters, have contributed largely to the expedition...
...works his staff hard, himself harder. A day with Stanley Walker might begin at 10 a. m. and last (if he is taking both the day and night desks) until midnight. It might include lunch at the Algonquin or a bite with some of his staff in Blake's, the Herald Tribune saloon. Back at his desk, smoking innumerable cigars, he would see the first edition onto the presses, return to Blake's, catch a midnight train out to Great Neck, L. I. where he lives. On the train he reads one of the early editions so he can telephone...
...cannot be left to suffer all night, until some servant shall dispose of it. You lift the trap and the creature, back broken, raises on its fore legs, biting in all directions, seeking to reach the hand that would end its misery. Placed, with the trap on a whisk broom, for convenient carrying, its little teeth bite fiercely at the broom...
...slashed themselves with knives, lashed themselves with knouts. Howling like dogs, other dervishes crawled toward the sanctuary, chewing glass till their mouths ran with bloody foam. Others hacked at their heads with hatchets, swallowed strips of blazing cotton. Some carried fat, dust-colored puff adders which they encouraged to bite them. Others swallowed molten wax. Circles of crazy dancing men moved through the streets tossing live sheep into the air, jerking the animals apart as they fell, stuffing bits of bloody flesh into their mouths...