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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH Bold Venture Wins Kentucky Derby Postman Lays Claim Record to Dog-Bit- e Wilmington, Del. Louis L. Lehan n claims the title of the most He America. in postman has been snapped at a score or more dog-bitte- times and all told has suffered 14 e wounds. Wouldnt it be swell if the government awarded stripes for each dog bite," muses Adventurers dog-bit- Club Lehan. Jungle Beasts Are Less Dangerous Than Captive Houston, Texas 4 Death in the Air By FLOYD GIBBONS , Hans Nagel, di- minutive curator of the Houston zoo, says stalking wild animals in the jungles of the world Is a tame job compared with that of keeping them in Famous Headline Hunter. featured guest in this thrill corner is Marcus Thrasher Monk OUR Queens Village, L. I., N. Y. Mark gets his name on the club roster with an aviation story that is as exciting as it is unusual. You know aviators, particularly in war time, often have animal mascots that they take up in the air with them. The mascot might be a pet kitten, a dog or even a monkey and after a while the flyer begins to think that his mascot brings him luck and wouldnt think of flying without his live good-luc- k piece. With the big planes we are getting nowadays I wouldnt be surprised if some pilot adopted an elephant as a mascot, but havent heard about one yet. Have you? Ken- Bold Venture, owned by M. L. Schwartz, winner of the The Lafayette Escadrille, that gallant band of young Americans who flew tucky Derby, with Jockey L Hanford up, He was a long shot, paying $43 in for France before we came into the World war, had a couple of lion cubs named the mutuels. Whiskey and Soda as mascots. Captain Bill Thaw brought them out to the hangar when they were about as big as Pekinese puppies and the lions were A '"'I 1 1 T7 great pets until they started to grow up. I sixty-secon- d V Whiskey and Soda Were Fond of Chickens and Rabbits. The cubs were perfectly tame and used to run around like a couple of dogs. But soon French mess sergeants in that sector began to miss chickens and rabbits from their supplies. The nightly disappearance of the meat was a great mystery until one morning the thieves were caught in the act The prowlers were none other than Whisky and Soda, and when a French soldier tried to take their prey away the lions chased him almost all the way into Germany That was the end of Whisky and Soda. The cubs, now as big as police dogs, were banished from the front and sentenced to life imprisonment in the Paris zoo. A year later I visited Whisky" and Soda with their old owner, Bill Thaw. The lions were now full grown, but they hadnt forgotten their old friend. Bill, to my horror and to the horror of the spectators and guards, walked right up to the cage and, putting his hand through the bars, began to pet them. And the lions, to the amazement of everybody, rolled over on their backs and purred like big kittens! Bill had tears in his eyes when we left and the two big cats stood on their nlnd legs and watched us through the bars until we disappeared in the distance, 1 6b6llH.ll vjrOHCLOAl0rS Facing Keen Competition s War Brings Romantic Craft that rise like canyon walls on either side. Back on Canals. Exciting After Dark. There are numerous side canals. In these picturesque byways one slips along under lines of polychrome washing strung overhead, and balconies crowded with geraniums, past pink walls festooned with white .roses, and courtyards whose gates are topped by chipped stone statues. The byways are almost noiseless except for the splash of oars, mingled with the ringing of distant church bells, and, at the crossings, the gondoliers cries of warning. A gondola trip is most exciting after dark. Then one may glide into damp white mists on the lagoon, or Into a silent byway, the darkness of which is infrequently broken by splashes of light from flanking buildings. Skimming into the deep shadows of bridges, and past mysterious doorways opening onto the canal, one is apt to come to a moored gondola and in it, in imagination, find Shelley reading by the light of its little brass lamp. One gondola trip usually made by every Venetian, no matter how poor, is that to San Michele, the citys cemetery which lies on an island in the lagoon north of Venice. A single gondola to carry coffin and mourners may be the sole funeral transportation equipment of a poor family. The funeral of a resident, howProcessions of ever, Is elaborate. gondolas, their cabins black curtains screening the mourners, fol low in the wake of a black and silver funeral barge. Often GO feet long and brilliant with floral offerings, the barge is frequently manned by gondoliers and flunkies in black velvet and silver lace In contrast to such processions are gay water parades of filled with gondolas, singing merrymakers, which weave in and out of the canal during the Julj Washington. Competition is keen this spring among the gondoliers of Venice. Recently hundreds of retired gondolas were reconditioned and placed In war had some- The thing to do with the return of the old craft Motor launches, using more oil than automomtles. were banned. Mark Didnt Weep Over His Uninvited Aerial Mascot. In recent yeara yenetlan gondolas Marks story is about an uninvited mascot he had on his first and only solo have existed only on sufferance, says flight, but he didnt shed any tears when he parted company with him, not the National Geographic society. Tour- by a darn sight. ists have remained true to this pic' turesque means of transportation, but Heres how it all happened: Mark always had been crazy about planes and his greatest ambition was to be a pilot He worked around flying fields and studied flying in his spare time and looked forward ADDIS ABABA VICTIM to the day when he could take a solo flight. Mark got his chance when he visited a cousin of his who lived in Florida and who flew his own plane. The plane, Mark says, was pretty much of a crate but It flew and thats all that was necessary. His cousin didnt have a hangar but used to park the plane in a field the way you would a car. Italo-Ethiopia- n Marks Stowaway Was a Venomous Rattlesnake! Well, sir, Marks cousin was a good guy and started giving Mark lessons the air. Mark caught on fast and finally the day came for his first solo flight Mark shook hands with his cousin and, climbing into the cockpit, was In captivity. From 1904 to 1912 Nagel roamed the jungles of Africa in search of reptiles, beasts and rare fowls for zoos. And in those eight years he met with accident only once an Infuriated lioness lacerated his leg, but not seriously. But wild life in cages thats a different story, one that has meant hospitals and suffering to Nagel. He bears scars from head to foot A boa constrictor once almost squeezed the life out of the curator. Caesar, the zoo lion, bit him through the shoulder. A stork dived from the top of the bird cage and knocked the little man unconscious. Rattlesnakes have bitten Nagel four times. A kangaroo has kicked him to the ground and bitten his arms. Civet cats, lobo wolves, kinkajous and monkeys have gashed his hands and arms. Bobcats and hyenas have attacked him. Elephants have trod on his feet Big Jim, largest of the zoos alligators, sent Nagel to the hospital for 105 days in 1923 when the curator sought to halt the saurians escape. But the zebra dealt .Nagel his most painful injury. The animal kicked him on the right knee. Nagel spent four months in the hospital and was forced to use crutches for many more months. SEEKS PRESIDENCY well-to-d- o richly-decorate- Mrs. A. It. Stadin, American wife of an Adventist missionary, who was soon off to a good takeoff. The plane rose and Mark was at last piloting a plane, lilted by a stray bullet during the loot-H- e was nervous, he admits, because he didnt want to smash up his cousins ln an( burning of Addis Ababa, f Ethiopia. but he had no thought of danger to himself until he suddenly felt a sharp burning sensation in his le and immediately began to feel sick at his light-festoone- cap-plan- e, stomach. Venetian business men have found It The sick feeling persisted so strongly that he feared he might faint, quicker and cheaper to travel by motor but he never connected it with the burning sensation in his leg until he launch or by the steamers that ply felt it again. This time it felt as though needles had been driven into the length of the Grand canal. the calf of his leg. American tourists, who have per- he When had reached an altitude of one thousand feet and felt safe to do so, he glanced down at his throbbing leg to see the cause. And what he saw baps rddan, n gaily'clorel gondolas word ars or Florida resorts, are nearly finished him. The hair on his head began to rise. The plane went Into a nose dive and Mark fell forward on the controls in a half faint. His mascot usuapy disappointed at their first sight of Venices somber ones. Since the was a rattlesnake I Sixteenth century, the latter have been Mark s First Solo Flight Was His Last One. black by law, but the pall, or orna- Mark says his sensations were indescribable. He has always had a horror men:a hitching posts to which they between trips, are far from of snakes and to be trapped in such a perilous position with one of the poisonous are reptiles nearly drove him frantic. He felt like jumping out of the plane from sonber, frequently being carved, sheer terror. But he controlled himself and tried to think. He knew now why he was sick. The snake had bitten him and the venom from the fangs had gone through his system and nauseated him. In a few minutes he would be unconscious from the poison. There were two things he must do, get rid of that snake and land the plane! Mark saw the swampy ground coming up at him and pulled out of his dive sendsTtVlmmlng ov.Tr , just in time. Then he shut off his motor and as he glided toward a field he t surfacG The P gritted his teeth and grabbed that snake. The feel of the slimy body, Mark oae fSoI DUbenas' over the side. ufually frm, says, was horrible, but he held on and threw the rattler In the center. cushioned In windy weather a trip across one of Death and Safety Were Only Minutes Apart. the laoons ay. be disturbing, other-tFamiliar landmarks shot by his rapidly dimming eyes. The earth seemed se tbe constant, very s ight rolling of be dancing crazily. He felt himself bounced high in the air as the landing the gondola is quite pleasant gear struck. He thought the plane would turn over and crash but he didnt care cockpit from the slippery, much if it did; he was too sick to care. His head felt like it was burst- Molo. leading cab stand He him. let of the controls and was sep? of the ne go torturing Ing and his throat water Slides over . of,Jefflce closed his tired eyes! re- rose Quivering gray his into a and the was knife remembers Mark leg cutting The next thing enters and the Grand flections, canal, doctor gave him first aid for snake bite. The treatment, the doctor said, was in a couple of weeks. But he wasnt up in tb Italian citys aquatic Fifth avenue, just In time and Mark was up again . his flying bug and Mark hasnt flown The waters of the canal lick the killed bite snake that the air. No, weather-beate- n foundations of stained him. And I dont know as I blame marble palaces, mansions and hotels wnu Service. d d hardJohn W. Aiken, forty-year-owood finisher of Chelsea, Mass., who has been nominated for the Presidency by the Socialist-Labo- r party. ld festival of the Redentore. September sees the Doges palace brilliantly illuminated in the annual nocturnal festival on the Grand canal. Across water drenched with green light, and past fantastic floats, gondolas glide ouded with Venetian and foreign Coconut Carver of Honolulu . jllert o Lm fe sir-re- e, green-since- M. Monden, a Hawaiian wood carver, shown fashioning novel cigar boxes at Honolulu from the husks of coconuts. Popularity of the receptacles indicates their manufacture may become another minor American Industry of the territory. |