The evening world. Newspaper, September 10, 1920, Page 25

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER. 10, 1920 Jungle People Dance Cheek Step To Jazz Music of Parrot Shrieks ' And Monkey Jabber, Says Scientist Rev. Dr. John Vandenbergh Also Discovers a Lost Race of Pigmies; They Are as Wild as Antelopes and Feed on Mice, Berries and Nuts. By Fay Stevenson. Whisper, they do it in Africa! Cw dancing is not a novel stunt. Rey. Dr, Leonard John Vandenbergh, -#clenttist, who has just returned to New York after a year’s travel in the ‘ Catholic missionary and African Jungle, says that cheek dancing im the jungle is an old story. “And for jazz, they carry, their own drums,” Dr, Vandenbergh told me at the Commodore Hotel, where he is staying. “Then, besides these drums, they have the parrote’ shrieks and the jabber of monkeya, which really makes excellent jazz,” leaabea the doctor. “TL was much surprised to find that the Wakum- bas, a tribe 200 miles inland, near Machakus, where Roosevelt first hunted, dance much the same as #ome of our peo- ple who frequent cabarets, dance halls and private . dance continued Dr. Vandenber ¢ h. “But I might add that these Afrl- cans are really a little more modest than some of our people, for the African ‘does not. dance close to his partner. He either puts his cheek against the girl's or elso he puts his chin on her fore- head, but the hands usually hang Imp or else ure busily en- gaged in beating @ drum, and the partners stand several inches Apart while danc- ae “How do they manage the mid- night dance with all the tigers and Hons and be of prey?" I ed “The? either hold their dances in broad daylight or elac on moon- light event replied the tor. Dr. Vanden- dergh brings back aske doc- Cor- and aciontifie data for the era-Laskey poration University @ California about a of pia- mies, With the exception of Paul pu and Sir Henry John- a the British \ acientist, who, however, was unable to ce them to their habitat, Dr. Vandenbergh is the first white man to fee these people and trace out their daily life, "These little people are known as the Mambuti,” Dr. Vandenbergh. “They Vive near Lake Albert Nyanza tn the Congo jungle and average four fect in height. They are extremely shy and when strangers or pcople of different tribes appear not one can be found, Their little huts, which are only four or five feet h are open, but the people themse! hide in trees and run for miles, “These pigmies are neither whfte nor black. They are of a yellow, mu- latto color. And such little heads, lit- fle bodies, hands and feet I never saw in my life, “Not only are the plemies as wild as antelopes, but they eat about the same sort of food, They do not cul- tivate a thing and feed on rats, mice, Tho Jungters Danoe With Heads Together. berried, nuts, chipmunks and even caterpillars. When they get very hungry they cqmbine forces and go after an elephant or some large ani- mal. From the tree tops they hurl their arrows and spears at their prey. “While these people are probably as wild and primitive as any race on earth they have one outstanding quality, they are true to each other and they do not believe in more than one wife. All of the other tribes of Africa are polygamous, but the pigmy has but one wife and is faithful to her. “Also,” concluded Dr. Vandenbergh, “they believe in the existence of the spirit after death and have evolved a sort of religion which might be te: rmed spiritualism. They-believe they can communicate with the spirits of ane parted friends and relatives and. this connection they have a device not unlike the ouija board by means of which they believe they can talk to the dead." Charley Pearsall, the Babylon Skipper, “Demonstrates” His Bounding Barque To Skeptical Long Island Yachtsmen Onrt: CHARLEY PEARSALL, skipper of the good ship Quo Vadis, a sloop that gathers Its barnacles in the waters of the claima the honors for the invention of the “jumping boat.” reat South Bay, Recent rumors that the ‘havy had acquired vessels of this “jumping” type caused considerable speculation tn maritime circles, but Skipper Pearsall only shivered his timbers and confided to his shipmates that be was the original inventor of the freak craft. ‘This information soon became pub- Me gossip In Babylon, L. L, and the credulous yachtsmen of the town lost no time in taking up the boast of the veteran skipper. After much per- suavion, Capt. Pearsall consented to demonstrate his freak boat tg a dele~ gation of the townsmen, and on Sun- day morning a goodly crowd as- sembled on the deck of the Quo Vadis for the demonstration, Led by “Bill” Erwood, the Babylonian yacht expert, the group inspected every inch of the ship's construction In search of the mechanical device that would enable the craft to take hurdles at sea. Sceptical yet mystified, they re- turned on deck, lines were cast off, and the little craft poked her nose toward Fire Island for the test. Out in the bay the skipper sighttd a nearby sand@bar which lay a few inches above the water, and guided his course directly for it. “Now,” said the skipper, throwing the engine in ‘high,’ “let's assume that th’ sandbar is a torpedo or some. thin’ and this is a naval vessel that has to jump tt.” , Expectantly, the spectators waited for the Captain to presa a button that would release the myst¢rious mechan- ‘em, but Instead he suddenly wheeled about and ordered all hands to stand , om the stern. This shifting of weight caused the stern to acttle low and raised the forward part of the ship out of the water. Then, as the bow of the eres cleared the bar, he or- dered the puzzled yachtsmen to run oerers to oe 8 bow. ¢ result was marvellous, With quick lure the boat herdiog over tha “My Bottle Forgot te Leap,” He Said, obstruction and slld down into clear water again, The demonstration was & complete muccess, After the dele- gation bestowed their congratulations on the ingenious skipper, Bill Erwood made a dive for the bilges where the half-pint was found, but he soon re- turned with a look of alarm spread ever his chubby countenance, Bs eee rg " he exolajmed, “the dump smashed the bottle.” * YOu CAN'T PASS THAT QUARTER, HERE KID ! =e fork trening World), eRe SAY EXPENSE | | CAN'T SPEND’ NY BAD QUARTER NE IT To. CHARITY. LITTLE HEY KID! AREN'T You ASHAMED To GIVE A BAD QUARTER CAN YOu, Béar ir! Evening World OuljaEAiror Asks The Jarr ‘Thounily Copyright, 1020, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Byeaing World), boarders have returned to the annual rest, N OW we're picking up at a great rate, and lots of the old time o. ja fold after vacations. Now that the sloep and eat periods are over, there's no excuse for not answering the roll call each week. And with this snappy weather coming, We expect some snappy answers from the whole orew. One thing is pretty well settled already on this week's question, in favor of giving up thelr seats to old ladies and indies with children. when it comes to the young ones It's — a different matter, Some say yes, Out the majority think the girlles ought to have equal rights and hang on the ‘aps with the rest. This is the last callon the question, so let's get It off our minds and be ready for the next one to-morrow, Put on a fast record, and as soon as Oulja begins to show signa of lite ask him SHOULD A MAN GIVE A LADY HIS SUBWAY SEAT? Peggy of New Rochelle—so, ble Al, you're the kind who alee the subway because you can’t bear to seo & woman stand. Is that the way they bring you up in Larchmont? Personally I think you're elther disil- Jusioned or have lost the key to the cellar, (Ed.—No such thing a now, Peggy. You muet combination to the safe.) Lady Bug—The men’ fratla I see in thé subway look as though they needed a seat a lot worse than I do. ommon Sense Anne—I agree with Terrible Al, But I do think a man should give his seat to an aged woman, and I've seen jots of them standing. Kathryn—Only an old lady or one with a baby should be given a seat. Mabel the Stenog—Men are #0 good-natured and sympathetic that, as they can’t bear to see a woman atand, they prop the paper over their eyes, Apache of Brooklyn—tf It's an old lady or one with a baby, yes, but if ite a painted doll, no. Freddio—It {t's ‘Terrible That's how 1 a cellar in thi got my sweetheart. Sir Walt, 2nd—Only once I remem- her not giving up my sent and that was when one entered the car and befora,I could get up, started making remarks: Vinney of Yorkville—t always do, wien the train pulls into my station, Mabe! D.—It's diagusting to see big able-bodied men holding down seats in the train, G. H. F.—If she was fair, with nice bobbed hair, I would. But if she was skinny, with feet like Frank Tinney, I would dohn Bull—Certainly, An: would not think man of keoping But his eeat. In the London underground @ lady standing le a rare sight. Grace of the Bronx—Just shame them and they'll act like gentlemen. One day I gaye my seat to a woman and four men got up. and see how tt works. You can yors be sure of getting your scat parte Neck, L. I-—Offered mine and was refused. Let ‘em stand, An el- derly lady can have mine any time, however. The readers are unanimously “ oy IL. M* Cardell. a ‘VE alro's Mr Just been r scl ys Diary a Lady's Maid in @ Million- Household, remarked r, “and th scamials she ites of are dreadfy “I's a good thing we're not rich,” said Mr, Jarr, “Oh, te that so? askod Mra, Jarr, felening interest “And the writer of tho book says many upper servants write “st a Jorr went on » ¢ tn valuable divorce But 1 think tts nalre’s should have kept a diary on her hus- band and her servants, She would havo had plenty to write about.” jo she whould have,” sald Mr. Jarr “& book with the title of "The Diary of A Milllonaire’s | Disappointed Wire, Wife," Maxims ofaModern, Maid By Martwerlte Mooens Mla. Taal Copyright, 1920, by Tus Press Publishing Co, (The New York Erening World) W HEN an engaged girl asks to read the memoirs of her flance’s heart she never ex- pects him to be mean enough not to edit them, To the average American his wife 4s simply @ convenient screen, be- hind which he can devote himself to the real love of his life—his business, ‘The best of summer resort friends must part—and how happily each one rominds herself: “Well, I needn't know HDR when I get back to the city!" ‘The trouble with most modern men is that they were brought up as the sons of old-fashioned mothers, and then have had to become the hus- bands of new-fushioned women. If the toothache were a weekly or even a monthly affair for husbands, every marriage this side of Reno would crack under the strain, Thia ts the time of year when, eutrrage motwithatending with pathetic, childlike earnestness while their husbands expound the real @fference between the Republican and Democratic Parties and the true meaning of Article X, A man's heart ie like a celluloid film—tough, highly inflammable and) carrying the picture of just one pretty girl after anothers ‘The world wii never be safe for feminism unti every amall boy ts taught how to darn stockings and how to wash the dishtowels. If only men had possessed the “adore” would never have bee», invented, gift of speech the verbs “lov and eb, 1, Married to-day, He ten't #0 yory handsome but he is very rich, Iam to have al the money I can spend, Tam so happy “You date the first entry Attingly,” sold Mra, Jarre. “Any woman who have all the money fool.” aold Mr. Jarre sh 1, We ore at Palm Beach, my clothes every fifteen minutes and it tikes two hours end maids, I am #0 happy!’ Well, why shouldn't she ber asked Mrs, Jarr, “July 4," continued Mr, Jarr, “'At Newport, Had freworks on the yacht, Hurned $10,000 worth of freworks, A disuppointing day. Could have burned more money than that on @ change of cosutme, “July 10, Saw the steward writ- lng in a book to-day, him what he was writing, He said he wae writing to his mother, Feel sure sleward keeping a diary, ‘Aug. 1. Have discharged all the eorvants and the ship's crew, Have ordered them all off the yacht. My usband objects. He is always ob- Jecting, He says we can’t discharge Une crew tll we reach land. “‘Aug. 2. The orew are still on the whip, It le evident that I am no longer matress here, Who could be happy? Aug. 16. Went to a frie house, Hostess invited me to tie bite, Took it out of her arm. Woman present turned up nose at me. Hit her on nose and turned it down, “Sept. 6. Have discharged every- body on our country place. They won't go, as they say they wero hired by the month; and. anyway, they like to keep thelr diaries neatly and do not like to break off thelr accounts of quiet home lite in the best fumilies in the middie of the mont h. Drank a lemonade to- Dot, 20, day and never heard the scratch of a pen, Are my servants no longer taking an interest in thelr work of keeping thelr diaries? Terribly un- happy! Nov. 1 and am } the St suite Have left my husband ing in direst poverty at Croesus Hotel, Only have of elght rooms and $25,000 a year, “Oh, bother!” said M Jarr, “The trouble with those people is they have too much money and not enough work. If they had only one servant she wouldn't bave time to keep a diar “The lady or the servant?’ asked Mr. Jarr, “Bow said Mre. Jar, and ehe turned the conversation to what would be nice to bave for diuner, VERY woman changes her name he is Mre. moon probably she never and—well, you know, how it is! Brownes are on her husband wit “John.” John Fisher Browne is what the Brownes are living. “I changed it," blandly explains tho nineteen-ycar-old bride, as she bakes the biacults for Percy'’s—beg pardon, John'e—dinner, “because my husband is not the Percy kind of fellow.” How many Peroys, Harolda, Alger- nons, Cyrila, Claudes, from Pasadena to the Palisades, will rise to declare vehomently that they, too, are not that kind of fellow! The law of con- trariety takes care that nobody named Percy ever [8 a Percy—the Peroys in- variably are shrigened Thomas or William! Then why not let your wife change your name for you? Now and then a men tries to change it for himself, but, hidebound slave to legal convention that he is, he usually he must appeal to a Judge or pene or something. nimpler to ‘Tet his_wife ie name! Did Mrs. Wdna Browne appiy to court or “He used to ‘udahy ture? Not she. eae she eal bed effect, “but By Will B. Johnstone. HP smaiicat office in New York City has been found, It is also the costilest, That {a Why it Is 60 email, It is at No, 39 Broad Street (east side), opposite the Curd Market, where the brokers take your money by wiggling their fingers, AY, window within sight of the ngered exercises tn the street @ premium becau tage point tg sought by agents who buy and sell curd stocks.» Here on the ground floor (most de- firable) is & window about bx¥ fect, formerly consisting of four paper Bach pane now covers a sepa- eee cf the spaces ts poo) for one Edna Cudahy Browne, Cudahy, who eloped last re Bits Tere Perey But meee enn that its Sept ay toward being an old married has decided that she just won't be Mrs. Pei the short, singple, sturdy if unoriginal The Smallest Office in the City, «ae No. 39 Broad Street—Also Costliest; $8,000 a Month for One Window © very vans at FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1920 Three-Months-Old Bride of Percy Rechristens Him “John” Beciaie He Isn’t That Kind of a Fel Most Wives Can Tell After a Few Months of _ Life If HE Has the “John” Sort of D “or the Soul of a Reginald. when she marries She bb dew ince CHeehd ioe, Coane anit oars Been Ta a roy, and she has he ja -to-day in Pasadena, now he's John ke ai he A man may think he ines his name ought to be, But khows bim better than he knows self. Before aha been threa months she can tell if he. John sort of disposition, the soul Reginald, the Tauncelot-t hi Many persons have we all be allowed to choose names on reaching the age as 'Pirst, Second. oF. hie coy . nd or to our order of arrival in ee} But really the nines be much better pe ae, were granted the CA ig of ing fers husband, every niveana ar oes re christen his wife. ‘Then, to mako te one grand, an ery eg ach must a come when pied ae ed RES oS as = zx Each office is just hold one employee and hi if the boss tried to come in the foree would have to climb window, Each is smaller telephone booth. Nash & Co. has Philtp Kerpel ning a shop in the lower right pane, Joe dan fills left-hand ee for Agostine Arthur iter, one pane exercises his fingers for ‘er when he isn't ducking raphers,