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Braved Leopards and Leprosy African Jungle
which knew no word for sin, mongrels from the Seven Seas and missionaries from as many saints have both left their marks. Before that, Alaska knew him well. Nome, when she was a wide-open town lousy with gold and blood. He's hailed as brother by the tribesmen of the plains, and can converse with them in the universal sign-language of the red man. Woody Van Dyke doesn't have to flash his membership card in the Adventurers' Club for you to know that he belongs.
RADIOS AND RHINOS
IMAGINE him now, somewhere in the heart of Africa, somewhere near Kivu. No one, not even he, knows exactly where. With him are forty people: white people. And from beyond the circle of his fires a thousand eyes, seeing but unseen, are peering at them from the ghoulish gloom. Right now he's probably tuning in on a radio set, unless a lion's paw has crushed it, or it has slipped from the shoulders of a wild-man guide into water where wide-jawed crocodiles wait and wait. In any event, he took a radio with him, and perhaps Broadway jazz is entertaining cannibals, or pygmies who live by poisoned darts propelled with fatal accuracy from blow-pipes. Or perhaps he's intent upon capturing the sound of the jungle, which he will bring to you, via Movietone, from the dark side of the world. Gibbering apes, the sibilance of serpents, the banshee wail of a leopard, the forest-stilling cough of a great hunting cat, the thrill of the never-silent wilderness.
It took Van Dyke two months to reach his location. It will take him two months to return. If {Continued on "page 11S)
A picture of his picture: Napua, a South Seas Jackie Coogan, displays the first photograph he ever saw of himself. He stands between Monte Blue and Mr. Van Dyke. At the top of the page, a jungle spearman of the country the director is now invading
At the left are two Tahitian chiefs whose friendship for Mr. Van Dyke aided him immeasurably in the filming of "White Shadows." Above, members of the Adventurers' Club. This organization worked with the director in planning his African safari
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