Radio mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

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Above, one of the rare Saddhus Ripley finally found, offer his dangerous search. This is fhe cliff fhe famous cartoonist scaled to see for himself unbelievable hermits. RIPLEY'S The monkey man— a Saddhu who vowed forty years ago never to walk upright again. He's proud he hasn't. eafa?A This is India's Bo tree, prized as a religious symbol. Not far from here Ripley's search ended. THERE'S no adventure in traveling," Bob Ripley said wistfully. "When people tell me they travel to have adventures 1 don't believe them. Traveling isn't adventurous, it's just going somewhere." Coming from one of this century's most confirmed globetrotters, that statement ought to deserve consideration It By JACK JAMISON doesn't. Believe it or not, Bob Ripley was talking through his hat when he made it. 1 know, because he went on tell me about his latest trip, the one he took not long ag^ to India; and enough thrilling things happened to him o that journey to make the average man want to spend rest of his life in the peace and quiet of Broadway a FOR INDIA'S WEIRDEST CULT Up a thousand foot cliff in a basket, through the slums of native Arabian quarters, he followed the elusive trail into the land of religious fanatics FortySecond Street and adjacent taxi-infested environs! The only explanation of Bob's curious attitude is that he's become so used to adventure he doesn't recognize it when it steps up and bites him. Even the purposes of the trip was something I wouldr it care to take on single-handed. Bob wanted to find the Saddhus, mysterious Hindu religious fanatics. He'd heard weird and often horrible stories about them— poor, misguided souls, living their lives under strange self-inflicted tortures — and he wanted to see them. Bob never goes straight to a place, nor does he ever travel by the main routes. He makes (Continued on page 80) 33