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[[Newspaper Article taped to page]] [[start article]] Dr. Mann's Sea-Going Wolf Gets Tough: Divorce Results [[image: photograph of two men]] William H. Shippen, jr., feature writer of The Star staff, and Dr. William M. Mann have a deck conversation interrupted by a man with a camera. [[solid line across center of article]] [[italicized]] Bearing gifts for South American zoos, Dr. William M. Mann, director of the National Zoological Park, is en route to points in Brazil, Argentina, and Uruguay to collect birds, reptiles and animals. Among those on board his ship is William H. Shippen, jr., feature writer of The Starr staff, who here presents [[underlined]] the sixth of [[/underlined]] a series of articles about Dr. Mann's expedition. [[/italicized] [[solid line across center of article]] [[/bold]]By WILLIAM H. SHIPPEN, Jr., Star Staff Correspondent. ABOARD THE S.S. URUGUAY. - For four days now - since we left Barbados - we have been going southeast by east, skirting the north coast of South America. This is a fast boat and distances are huge. For example, we sail longer from Barbados to get around the hump of South American than the distance from South American to Africa - 1,800 miles. That 1,800 miles is spanned regularly by airplanes on passenger and mail runs. It's almost 5,000 miles from New York to Rio. Distances are all in favor of Germany and Italy in event they get a slice of West Africa. And I hear at least a million colonists of German descent live on the east coast of Brazil. (Just a thought). We have encountered fine weather on this ship as she hums along into the tropics. Zoo Director William M. Mann's animals are doing well on the freight deck forward. Their appetites are good - much better than when the ship rolled and pitched back north. The buffalo are taking on sizeable cargos of oats and hay, and drinking plenty of water - too much if you have to carry it from the crews' galley! [[Centered in column]] [[bold]]Wolf Making Trouble[[/bold]] The Texas wolf, a cousin to a coyote (if not his brother), is making trouble. He chewed his way through the wire than separated him from his mate. I, in all innocence, thought he was just lonely on the long voyage. What he did, however, was to eat all his wife's meals - breakfast, lunch and dinner. He also drank the water brought for her. In addition, he snapped at her every time she raised her voice. Dr. Mann decided to divorce the two. They weren't getting on so well on the cruise. He had the cages backed together while members of the crew collected in such numbers they jammed the corridors of the floating menagerie. "By the way," said Dr. Mann to a big sailor, who had been teasing the eagles, "do the ship's officers carry guns?' "What kind of guns?" "Wolf guns. We are going to help a wolf move into a more desirable apartment. If he doesn't like it he may run around the deck and bite a sailor. I thought it would be nice to have a gun down here ... just in case." [[centered in column]] [[bold]]Ship nears Equator.[[/bold]] In two shakes of a wolf's tail Dr. Mann had all the room he needed. The shifting was mere routine. After a bit the audience returned. "Were you kidding us, sir?" one sailor asked. "Is that fellow there the original Big Bad Wolf?" "Oh, no," said Dr. Mann, "that's Little Red Riding Hood. Why don't you shake hands with her?" The ship has been going along the north coast of South American for days - some 300 miles off British, Dutch and French Guiana, Brazil and the mouth of the Amazon. Soon we will be at the Equator. My fellow passengers tell me I'm in for some fun when we hit the Equator. It's going to be great for me, a tenderfoot! They say King Neptune has given me a special invitation. And an invitation from the king is a command. Well, I'll be seeing you! [[italicized]] Tomorrow: Crossing the Equator. [[/italicized]] [[solid line across center of article]] [[end article]]