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...from a hunting trip, told of a new way to take wild animals pictures. Tying the carcass of a zebra behind a truck, Hunter Daub and his companions drove around the African veldt. Two lions and a lioness smelled the meat, ran after. While the animals fought for the bait, Hunter Daub sat safely in the truck, cranked his camera...
...Otis Barton, inventor, dropped 1,426 ft. into the sea, 1,076 ft. deeper than the record. On the sphere's outer surface was fastened a dead fish. Through thick windows of fused quartz the divers could peer out at deep sea creatures, lured near by the fish bait, never before seen by man in their natural state. So great was the depth that only the blue and violet rays of the sun's spectrum penetrated, yet the submarine scene seemed brilliantly lighted compared to the gloom of the diving chamber when its electric bulb was turned...
...Social Service of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, a man of political prominence whose spiritual loins were somewhat ungirded last month when his church's convention required him to ex press contrition or stand trial for ''bucket shop" gambling (TIME, May 19). He seemed nice lion-bait, so the room was packed with spectators, including Representative George Holden Tinkham of Massachusetts, who accused the Methodist Board of lobbying, and Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, wife of the Speaker of the House, who regarded the scene through alert lorgnette...
...Augusta, Me., Harold D. Jennings, treasurer of Central Maine Power Co., president of the city aldermen, was fishing for smelt. A salmon ate his bait. He had no license to catch salmon, yelled to S. Sewell Webster, city clerk, nearby, to make him out a salmon-catching license, got it, hauled in his salmon...
...fisherman, not with rod and reel but with a bamboo pole and a piece of old string with which, from the swamp-bordered streams of his State, he pulls out many a "red breast." Only an old Negro, son of his father's slave, accompanies him, knows his bait. He is the Senate's most active tobacco chewer. A spittoon, into which he sends two streams of juice every five minutes, sits close to his desk on the Senate floor. Another Smith habit is whittling anything he puts his hands on. In 15 years in the same Senate...