Wells High School - Crimson and Gray Yearbook (Southbridge, MA)

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OCTOBER 1932 13 here immediately or I ' ll go out there for you. Billy! This time the boy arose. He knew the voice of authority. With his hands in his pockets and a gloomy look upon his face, he scuffed out of the shed and across the yard. Are you coming? demanded his father. Sure, I am. Well hurry up about it. Billy entered the doorway. Well? he in- quired. Time for you to go to bed and hurry up about it. No dawdling tonight. Awright. The youngster slowly made his way into the hall and up the stairs. He sat down upon a chair by the window and gave himself up to morose thoughts again. Half an hour later when his father entered the room, Billy was still sitting by the window, but the ugly thoughts had left his mind and he was gazing absently at the moon. Why aren ' t you in bed? It ' s after nine o ' clock. I ' ll just sit here until I see you asleep. Hurry, now. The weary, yet patient look upon the face of the man caused Billy to feel a sudden pang of pity. Maybe I won ' t do it after all, he thought, He hastened to undress and was soon in the Land of Nod. The next morning when Billy awoke, the delicious odor of griddle-cakes reached him. Oh, boy, he shouted and jumped out of bed, was dressed, and downstairs in a jiffy. Griddle-cakes were the thing. After he had finished breakfast, he went out to the shed to hunt for a screw driver. A bundle of odds and ends tied up in a red kerchief lying beside a stout stick caught his attention. Gosh! he said. Gee! I forgot that. He stared at the bundle as if he had never seen it before. Then, suddenly, he grabbed the kerchief, spilled its contents on the floor and chucked it behind a barrel. The stick he broke and deposited in the same place. I guess I won ' t run away from home after all, he concluded. Mom and Dad are pretty good sports. And then he grinned. He ran back to the kitchen. Hi, mom, he greeted, want me to help you with the dishes? Elizabeth Sutcliffe ' 35

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OCTOBER 1932 15 SOOK REVIEWS Bring ' Em Back Alive Frank Buck To begin with, I found Bring ' Em Back Alive one of the most interesting and thrilling books I have read in a long time, for it is packed full of actual stories of adventure, besides giving one absolute first- hand knowledge of the lives of wild animals, reptiles, and birds. The author, Frank Buck, is an American, born in Gainesville, Texas, son of pioneer parents. Later they moved to Dallas. There, living near a wooded area, he became interested in bird life and made a remarkable collection for a boy. His love for bird life carried him to South America where he searched for very rare birds and on returning home, had such good offers to sell his fine specimens that he decided to sell one half of his private collection, which resulted in his going into the business of collecting by wholesale. He has been all over the world, but hunts mostly in Asia and maintains his headquarters in Singapore where he has the biggest assort- ment of live animals ever kept in one place. He plans and establishes zoos, and delivers rare and unique specimens to Zoological Socie- ties and parks, circuses, and private collections all over the world. Air. Buck says almost any animal is dan- gerous when aroused, fear being uppermost in ite mind. However, with good treatment and much training and careful diet, many of the wildest animals become tame in a few years. Much thought is given to the diet, trying to find foods, most like those in the native haunts. Leaves, roots, tapioca, and goat ' s milk are used for the young, while the most bulky foods, anything from hay to live snakes, are fed to the older specimens. It is a great care and responsibility to catch, crate, truck over miles of wild country to sea- ports, and ship the animals safely across the Pacific Ocean to America, a distance of 16,000 miles in all. He has two native men, who at- tend him closely, but they are helped by forty or fifty other natives who load and push carts out of mud holes and perform other necessary duties. Many elephants and water buffaloes drag carts on which are piled huge loads of fodder for the animals and great cages of rhinoceroses and elephants, monkeys, large and small, tapirs, tigers, snakes, and birds of all kinds. He has brought to America over 100,000 birds, 5,000 monkeys, and hundreds of rhino- ceroses and elephants, each weighing from one to one and one-half tons. Mr. Buck has seen a snake fourteen feet long, (its food being other snakes seven or eight feet long) . He has captured many cro- codiles sixteen feet long, baby elephants about three feet high, completely covered with hair which wears off as it matures. Also he has had the thrill of being the only man to cap- ture alive a man-eating tiger and the largest monkey ever seen, also the smallest, the rare proboscis monkey which has never been seen in this country. He brought three to America, only to have two die on the way and one after landing at San Francisco; this is one of the great disappointments and losses of a Zoolo- gical collector. He has watched a baby ele- phant try for weeks to use its trunk and en- joyed its funny antics. He has tried to comfort a mother monkey, who died of a broken heart and longing for her baby — mother love is so strong in wild animals. He has Continued on Page 21