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From the Zoo we went to the Museum, and turned over to Dr. Bertha Lutz the box of pickled frogs that Doris Cochrane had sent to her from the National Museum.  Dr. Lutz turned out to be much younger than we had expected, and spoke fluent English.  The Museum, which was once the palace of Dom Pedro II, Emperor of Brazil, houses a good collection of Indian material, baskets, feather [[strikethrough]] capes and [[/strikethrough]] jackets and head-dresses, etc., a large geological collection, and a floor of rather moth-eaten animals.

We then went past the Gillettes' house, a very pretty place, with wide windows and a general effect of coolness and spaciousness, where we had a cocktail with Dorothy. Then we all went to the Gloria Hotel for lunch.

After lunch we called first on Dr. Vital Brazil, now a dignified old man with white hair and military mustaches, and heard him tell about his pioneer work in the making of antivenin.

From there we called on Mr. and Mrs. Nosek, great animal lovers.  Mr. Nosek was the former Czech minister to Brazil, and they are truly a pathetic couple, with no job, no homeland, no concept of how they, a young couple, are to plan their lives from now on.  They have let their animal collection subside, and have now only a monkey, a parrot, a few budgerigars, and a crab-eating raccoon.

The Gillettes invited us to come out to their house for cocktails at seven-thirty, and at seven we left the ship, hired a taxi and sallied forth.  Our driver, who said he knew exactly where Avenida Epitacio Pessoa, Nr. 2296, was, took us on a thorough exploration of the city, and although we regretted taking quite so long to get to the house, we were really rather pleased to see the Avenida Flamengo all lit up, the beautiful beaches, the Copacabana and Atlantica Casinos, and the rest of the city.  The Gillettes' house is right at the foot of the Corcovado Mountain, where, 2300 feet above the city, the great statue of Christ, 100 feet high, stands with outstretched arms.  At night the Redemptor is illuminated, and even more impressive than during the day. 

We found many mutual friends among the guests at the cocktail party, but the late hours in Rio are a bit wearing.  The guests who had been invited for cocktails did not leave before ten o'clock.  The dinner guests waited another hour before starting for the Casino de Urca, so that it actually was close to midnight before we had any dinner.  This Casino, said to be the finest example of Rio's famous night life, had a spectacular curtain of diamond-shaped mirrors that folded and unfolded between acts, and two stages for the orchestras - one band would sink out of sight just as another came up, and not a beat of the music lost.  Some of the floor show was very good, and the star of the evening was Carmen Miranda, a fair, blue-eyed Brazilian who has made a specialty of negro songs from Bahia, and sings with so much gusto that it is not necessary to understand a word of Portuguese to enjoy her thoroughly.  Her use of her hands was exceptionally dramatic.