Elephant dance (1937)

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At the sandalwood mills we learned one thing of Sandalwood particular interest. The oil, besides its use as a scent, is ™llls a powerful antiseptic. The jungle people use it for their cuts, and not only the people, but elephants. An elephant will choose a ripe tree and uproot it and peel the bark and rub his sores. Like an iodine pencil ! Also I went to the opening session of a real Hindu Traditional wedding, through Barbie's Indian Gentleman Friend. ™edd\ng It was his son's wedding. Everybody else thinks the I.G.F. a great bore but I think he is so humorous and pathetic. His every other word is 'etiquette'. He and his wife go to the movies; only the English movies, not the native ones, oh no! Because in the English movies they know that everything they see is 'etiquette' and so they learn. We must be sure to tell him when his etiquette wasn't just right. He embarrassingly presses gifts and more gifts and more invitations upon us, all for Barbara, while she makes caricatures of him as a wangling old humbug, as perhaps he is. Anyway, the wedding was so pure Indian that it was startling to see our I.G.F. sitting cross-legged upon a canopied dais, beside his son, with a crowd of Brahmin priests squatting about, performing a whole rigmarole of ritual, long-drawn out — the wedding lasts a week — with offerings to the gods spread out — so simple — bits of food, bananas, and flowers, and the dedicated household grinding-stone and other homely 65