o PlrdjcnML • /bZAMsaf- Mtbu) $~v /f33. ■jMittiafcaw PR' TssmmtK 1 IN-RO FOR CQDOKA ^ne of the stars of the world*s greatest circus*# is Alfredo Codona who does flips and triple somersaults away up there at the top of the tent* If you go to the movies regularly you have also seen him on the screen. In the Tarzan film it was Codona who doubled for Johnny Weismuller, did all the jungle acrobatics. was born in the circus, A A His mother was a gymnast, bare-back rider, and performer. His father was the owner of a small one-ring circus. Hushed er«wds have watched Codona do his score of countries,; hae- boon wi th the Ringling and -Bailey show. \ ' in addition to being brought up as a youth among circus ££ performers,he was alpo brought up with th# bull fighters, both professionals and amateurs. In this country nearly every kid*s.ambition ibv ±x to be a second Babe Ruth. In a Latin country every youngster's ambition is to be a bull fighter. So Codona took it up aKan amateur, until his father made him quit. INTRO * S Through my friend Henry Sell, the advertising expdfct, I first met Codona. y Hf* came up to the studio toa^ght. /V. ',— to watch me throw the bull* I toon And now, Senor Alfredo, I wonder if I can get you to tell us a little about your_ experiences with the bull? FOR CODONA hell Lowell, my last adventure with the bull was rather curious. It was almost fatal. I went to the bull ring, not to do any fighting, but merely as a spectator. In 19S0 I was doing my trapeze act in Panama. One afternoon there was a big bull fight for the men of the United States Navy, and I was in one of the ring-side seats• I wars Imotm* is a gallant gesture during the fight in the bull-ring, one of the^s came over to my box and offered me a pair of banderIlias — the darts you annoy the bull with, a—titing^ liit» thot—io a vog^ gracious gesture indeed — I couldnft refuse. So I took off my coat, went down into the arena, and successfully executed the trick of putting these banderillas on the bull — and then returned to my box. FOR CQDONA - P little later, when it came time for the final coup de grace, the time when the matador is supposed to polish off the bull, the star_ of the afternoon strode over to the box and with a sweeping bow offered me his cape_ and sv/ord,——— offered me the extraordinary honor of talcing his place in the ring. But I went down. I could hardly do anything else. Anyhow the bull looked as though he was all in and couldnH do me any harm. £e-didn~t seem—to have -any courage -lof-fr. I made a few passes at him with the capejbut^why finish off a bull when he has t fight in him, thought I? So, I turned to my friends. Well, I hadn*t been in the bull ring for ten years a ;he crowd, and saidhum* "I’m awfully sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me. This bull wouldn’t harm a flower. I had my back to the bull And just as I said those words he came to life with a rush. FOR CODQNA H© chargedl And before I could whirl around and use my cape he had me. H© struck me with all his force, and tossed me twenty feet into the air. When I hit the earth with a thud, sprawled all over the arena, he was ready to charge me again. But I jumped up, dodged to one side, and as he came at me I let him have it. Jus t one thinj saved my life:— he had wide horns, and Mien he charged ns he struck me with his head, one horn on either side of my body. Even though he did toss ____ j fluyft iIff■'^th*+'-tlearned my lessen, that I had better let bull-fighting alone and go back to my circus me high into the air I wasn't gored trapeze. L today, ihe v.ife oi the Governor of the State joined the strike picket lines and marched up and down in front of a shirt factory at Northampton, near Allentown, as a protest against what she considers the outrageous sweatshop wages paid to children. known as the Baby Strike. It seems that Mrs, Pinchot has been for factories. She has found wage conditions which appalled her, such as fifteen year old girls working for fAtifevi cents a week. 'A- A The police of Allentown and Northampton told over the telephone that Mrs. Pinchot drove up in the Governor’s official state limousine, got out in front of the shirt factory and The strike^which Mrs, Gifford Pinchot is taking part is n several weeks investigating conditions in some of Pennsylvania’s leering lines the f igB-k* experience o^—this - s-ert fo-r -Mcs*^ ■Pinohot.x ji.1 rTj-nir* ajoafiionr liteai■ hffiTOgw—iR fHfekotin New- Xopk—antl '^a-ehe. ng-ton on behalf of the ¥»owan * 3-^iPrade i?nion~Lcaugue-i BOY'S Do you rememoer Paul SIplef the boy scout who went south to the Anarctic with Byrd? Well, Baul is fuming out to be quite a traveler. The latest news doncerns his adventure with the Arabs, that a boys* exhibition is going on this week at the Grand Central Palace in New York, So I took my own youngster and went down to directors of the Boy Scouts of America, and August Horowitz, and they told me the latest news from ^aul SIple. Paul comes from Erie, Pennsylvania. He is the youngest c ap ever to spend a winter on the South folar continent. He was selected to go with Byrd, from 600,000 Boy Scouts. His hobbies are biology and zoology, but he also turned out to be an all-round fellow. Through Captain Scully, Red Cross life saver, I heard have a look. or; While there I ran into Frank Robinson, one of the Now he's in the Near East, living among the Arabs, who have taken him all over the region where X spent considerable time fifteen years ago. They even took him to my favorite spofr. BOYS - h the lost city of Arabia, the rose-red, abandoned, unhabited, forgotten city of Petra, a city carved out of solid rock. And then to malc^ it a real'day I drooped in at the \ \ V. V circus, for a few moments. 1 usually go two ©r three timiss every ear. There are certain acts that £ never getrired of see ng; Beatty and\his forty lions and tiae, and. Alfred Codtyca on the flving trapez all in a^cab© at one BULLET Did you ever hear of a man smoking a bullet? A story irom India relates that His Hi^hess, the Maharaj-Rana of Jhalawar was seated In his palace of Prxthi Vilas at Jhalrapatam. He had just lit his pipe and was smoking comfortably when all of a sudden — bang! A bullet whizzed by his head and buried Itself in the wall behind him. At first the others present thought for a moment that there had been an attempt at assassination. But His Hig gliness *soon put an end to that idea. It seems the way it happened was this: The Maharaj-Rana kept te&r royal tobacco pouch In a bag with a six chamber twenty-two fesii A, K A A revolver and some cartridges, A couple of the cartridges had worked into the tobacco in the pouch. Consequently, when he filled his pipe |without noticing it^he tea* also stuffed a small twenty-two cartridge in with it. Fortunately, for the royal life, he was holding the pipe at some distance from his face at the time the cartridge exploded ^ c;0 wh^-iftight-4n^ve been- a frragmflr turned^ iat©«- somehwat-^of a- 'eomeil^ Mr. Homer Greenlee, who evidently lives on a farm near Muncie, Indiana, sends me an item about Mark Twain He says that one day Mark Twain was busy writing in his studio. His little daughter asked where her dadjly was. She was told to be quiet and not disturb daddy because he was upstairs writing an anecdote. Not long after that the doorbell rang. The little girl ran to answer it. The caller if asked Clements was in. To which his little daughter replied:- "Yes sir, he*s In, but you can’t see him, cause he’s upstairs riding a nanny goat." And, then the little girl probably said: SOLONG UNTIL TOMORROW.