The New York herald., 1921-04-03

By JANE
A DVENTURE is no longer an excu-
~ sive privilege of the trousered tribe.
The wide world calls-and to women
In city smart apartment, on the edge of
the once hidebound and convention encrust-
ed Washington Square district a woman
lounged in deep armed tapestry chair and
related experiences as thrilling as ever IL
lumined the pages Of three-ply thriller.
Mrs. Osa Johnson, wife of Martin John
son, co-worker and fellow enthusiast in her
husbands voyages OF exploration into un-
charted corners of the earth, is blazing a
trail where many future feminine foot may
tread.
It's considerable of hop from Independence
Kan, to Ceylon. India, and to Thibet" re-
marked Mrs. Johnson, her brown, close
cropped curls shaking amused accompani-
ment to meditation. Seems even longer
when you leap by way of the Solomon
Islands, the Cocoanut Isles the Hebrides
and Borneo. But love every mile of it."
Then you are really going with your hus-
band into the elephant lands Of India ?" was
the interviewer's query.
Indeed ! am." came the decisive reply.
Martin isn't going to have all the fun in
this family. / have proved to him / can go
any place he can go, and that my presence
is a Heip instead OF a nlnuranCe. i DeIeVe
the sentiment of that oldtime song, The
Girl Left Behind Me- is all wrong Much
rather have my husband hum She's My
Pal"
Mrs. Johnson smoothed out the folds of
her fashionable Fifth avenue lace frock and
glanced up mischievously through lashes
only shade darker brown than her eyes
Two Days and Night in Tree
Prisoned by Trumpeting Elephants
Ever hear about the time we were treed
by elephants in Borneo? No? Talk about
excitement-why an Army Navy game isn't
in It, We had been following this herd of
elephants for weeks. Every time they
pitched camp in some verdant spot for a
while we did the same. Regular game of
tag. only unfortunately, we were tagged
'One morning early we had started
stalking the big grey fellows. Things were
getting pretty tight We knew there would
he a showdown before many hours. Sud-
denly, without warning. we came upon the
herd. There was no time for prepared de-
fence. The only thing we could do was to
make for the trees and climb
THE British Government had sent a rep
resentative with us into the interior. Lucky
for us they did. When .he elephants
charged. Martin beat all monkey records for
tree altitude. He pulled me after him. the
British guide pushed, and together they
hoisted me out of danger. / thought surely
the poor English chap was going to lose
o foot.
I'VE stayed up in our tree two DAYS and
n night while the elephants trumpeted their
chagrin from below. Just to show us how
angry they were. they pulled up small trees
and undergrowths by the roots and tossed
them at US.
1--WE might have been there yet If those
great beasts had not lost patience and given
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sured they had departed to a safe distance
we slid down that tree and evapora ted /
don't suppose the stupid elephants realize
they lost their opportunity to break
into the movies. Why. dozens of boys and
girls here at home would give almost any
thing 10 be starred in film story. which
was exactly what we intended to do with
the elephants"
did you enjoy the experience"
MISUNDERSTANDING. OF course might
have stayed on out in Independence and
spent those days in the tree embroidering
lunch cloths at the Tuesday Afternoon Sew
ing Society. Or | might have been here In
New York playing bridge or taking I'm a
matinee.
only as see II, angry elephants are a
heap more exciting than no trumps or the
latest musical comedy or even the most re-
cent drama
Then too, prefer TO do my share toward
the family fun and fortune. Being silent
partner In my husbands success does not
appeal TO me- Martin has made business
Of adventure. My ambition is to share
fifty-hfty in his accomplishments"
At this point in the chat a persistent
knocking sounded down the hall
MY little girl. Bessie" explained Mrs.
Johnson. "If you will pardon me will see
what she wants. Or perhaps you would like
TO meet her She is getting dreadfully
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petite for mashed potatoes. IL she does not
get them when she thinks they are due she
raises an awful rumpus."
At the end Of the hall passage Mrs. John
son threw open a door There. in the middle
of the room. stood large brown, hairy crea-
ture with bcady bright eyes. wide grinning
lips drawn tight across a set Of great ivory
teeth and long arms swinging loosely to
within a few inches OF the floor.