Coin Machine Review (& Pacific ...)
Issue: 1941 December - Page 13
brief - being only a narrow sporran of
some animal tails which was attached by
gut or fiber to a small piece of skin flap;
ping loosely over their buttocks. Their
chests were festooned with strings and
bands of colored shells, and many of them
wore anklets and armlets of some beast's
hair teased out in to a frizzy white foam.
The women wore a sort of grass-woven flap
around th eir loins, which rested upon their
hips and fell in a small pendant between
their groins.
At first it" seemed that the men's faces
were raw and running with blood, but as
our eyes became accustomed to the li ght it
was apparent that their fea tu res were
dashed with a sca rl et pigment; their pa le,
red-rimmed eyes gave them a horrible,
maniacal expression.
Viewed even from our distance there
could be no mistaking th e hideous signifi -
cance of the debauchery we gazed upon .
A sickening fear and uneasiness hovered
over us. This feast before us brought the
cold sweat to our foreheads. I noted one
of my boys nervously fingering a lucky .
amu let that hung around his neck as he
whispered softly to himself. I became
aware of a blood stopp in g pressure on my
arm; Rom's hard fingers were d iggin g into
the muscles to command my attention.
My eyes followed th e direction of his
tremb li ng finger, and I felt as though I had
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MAC MOHR ·
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just taken a trem endous blow in th e solar
plexus. Only a few yards away from us
sq uatted a small black lad chewin g greed ily
on a tough chunk of flesh. There was no
mistaking its shape. He was gnawing on
a human arm!
The others, perhaps fifty or sixty in all,
were similarly occupied, tearing and snarl-
ing as if they had been so many wild dogs;
so me were gulpin g down entrails hungrily,
oth ers th e pieces of liver, legs and other
parts. Great hunks of human meat were
snatch ed, and the fl esh gnawed from the
bones, after which, the fleshless bones
were flung in to the flames where they
sputte red with a greasy hiss, loosin g a
nausea tin g vapor on the ai r.
How lon g we stood there, I'll never know.
Twenty minutes perhaps, bu t it seemed an
etern ity as their teeth tore at the body -
the human body which a few hours before
had been as vibrantly alive as we were at
that mom ent. Now it was being feasted
upon with as much relish a nd gusto as if
it had been the entree di sh of some grand
banquet in one of our la rge metropolitan
hotels.
Then suddenly the drums hroke loose
aga in in an exci ted, irregular rhythm. One
after ano th er, th e gorged can nib als leaped
up, snatched a spear and began to dance -
chantin g a guttural song of ferocious
triumph, and describin g in hi s actions th e
fearful deeds he had perpetrated on th e
enemy. Th ere was an eerie ness to th e
whole affair that seemed to take it com-
pletely out of thi s world. Practically
hypnotized, we co ntinu ed to stare at the
antics of th e howlin g devi ls; there was
somethin g about the foul rejoicing of these
crea tures that made our blood run cold,
despite th e radiated heat of th e fire.
Suddenly one of my hoys moved, and a
rotten branch brea kin g under his foot
brought him down with a crash that cut
through the huhbub of drums and voices.
Instantl y there carne a warn in g shout
that sped through th e night lik e an arrow.
A huge bedaubed fellow, facing our way,
sp rang out of the circle and pointed his
bloody hand at us. A shrill alarm rose on
every lip as the crowd snatch ed up their
spears and shields a nd rushed toward us.
We drew together ti ghtly, our revolvers
held ready for business, if need be. How-
ever, sensi ng 01.lr determination, the natives
approached no closer, but I knew it was
too much to hope th at this breathing spell
would last for long. Without any exaggera-
tion wha tever, they appeared to us as ver-
itable fiends out of Hell! Their hands and
fa ces were still spattered with th e remains
•
of their ghoulish feast.
It certainly looked bad for us ' at that
moment.
Just as I was about to give th e command
to fire 'at th em, a huge native, who ap-
parently was the chief of the tribe, spran g
out in front of the maddened crowd and
let out a yell that could have heen
heard a mile away. That halted them. He
then screamed · a command at them and
leaped wildly toward us, shouting unin-
telligibly. He stopped a few steps away
from us.
Standing there, he waved his hands as
if trying to tell us we would not be harm ed.
That was all right as far as it went, but' -
the crowd behind was yappin g like a pack
of hungry wolves, so we held our guns
ready and watched for th e first sign of
trickery. The tribesmen b eh ind him talked~'
loudly among themselves in a strange,
clu cking tongue, and kept pointing to us
with their spears. There was no question
abo ut it ; we had to get away promptly, if
we expected to do it a t all. Cautiously,
I looked about the clearin g again. Then
I noticed one of the feathered drumsticks
still han ging where we had observed it
earlier in th e proceedings. Deliberately I
rai sed my revolver and fired. There was
a wild blending of screams that died away
almost immediately as the natives saw the
sh attered drumstick spinning like a top in
the glare of th e firelight. I could see their
wild eyes searching each other's faces.
Swiftly th e chi ef stepped closer to us
holdin g hi s hands high in the air. He
pointed down stream, and talked earnes tly
in some dialect I didn't recognize. How-
ever, it wasn't difficult to translate his
meaning - "Go, and be damned quick
about it if you value your lives!"
There was no argument ; we went.
Neverth eless, we were careful to walk back-
ward out of range. Every few seconds we
flun g a glance over our shoulders in ex-
pectation of a rear attack. For some rea-
son there wasn't any, although we could
hear the ugly devils back ' in the jungle
working downstream, and once in a while
we could see the glimm er of their torches.
Evidently the chief was still able to hold
them in check.
Finally we reached the mouth of the
strea m, and th en we reached the anchored
craft. It was sweet to feel that boat under
us and shooting out into the open sea,
even though, for the time being, we had no
fresh water! I guess we bragged and
boasted and pretended a bit; it was a re-
lease from th e strain . Anyone listening to
us might have believed us to be very clever
fellows, but we weren't deceiving ourselves
- we knew we'd been incredibly lucky. If
we hadn't been, we would have met day-
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MACHINE
REVIEW
13
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1941
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'"
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staples is con,t rolled a nd adjustable. The
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5270 W . Pico Blvd .
Mention of THE COIN MACHINE REVIEW is your best introduction to our advertisers.
Los Angeles. Calif.
some animal tails which was attached by
gut or fiber to a small piece of skin flap;
ping loosely over their buttocks. Their
chests were festooned with strings and
bands of colored shells, and many of them
wore anklets and armlets of some beast's
hair teased out in to a frizzy white foam.
The women wore a sort of grass-woven flap
around th eir loins, which rested upon their
hips and fell in a small pendant between
their groins.
At first it" seemed that the men's faces
were raw and running with blood, but as
our eyes became accustomed to the li ght it
was apparent that their fea tu res were
dashed with a sca rl et pigment; their pa le,
red-rimmed eyes gave them a horrible,
maniacal expression.
Viewed even from our distance there
could be no mistaking th e hideous signifi -
cance of the debauchery we gazed upon .
A sickening fear and uneasiness hovered
over us. This feast before us brought the
cold sweat to our foreheads. I noted one
of my boys nervously fingering a lucky .
amu let that hung around his neck as he
whispered softly to himself. I became
aware of a blood stopp in g pressure on my
arm; Rom's hard fingers were d iggin g into
the muscles to command my attention.
My eyes followed th e direction of his
tremb li ng finger, and I felt as though I had
Baker's Pacers
Aristocrat of Consoles
A proven money-maleer for ope-
rators who demand high-class
games for consistent profits!
Streamlined. modern. J942 fea-
tures. absolutely unequal/ed!
7-Coin Play! Equipped with
flashing Odds.
Buy With Confidence
Own With Pride
The BAIER NOVELTY
CO., INC. -
1700 Washington Blvet., .Chicago
MAC MOHR ·
West Coost Foctory Representotive
2916 W. Pico St .. Los Angeles. Calif.
just taken a trem endous blow in th e solar
plexus. Only a few yards away from us
sq uatted a small black lad chewin g greed ily
on a tough chunk of flesh. There was no
mistaking its shape. He was gnawing on
a human arm!
The others, perhaps fifty or sixty in all,
were similarly occupied, tearing and snarl-
ing as if they had been so many wild dogs;
so me were gulpin g down entrails hungrily,
oth ers th e pieces of liver, legs and other
parts. Great hunks of human meat were
snatch ed, and the fl esh gnawed from the
bones, after which, the fleshless bones
were flung in to the flames where they
sputte red with a greasy hiss, loosin g a
nausea tin g vapor on the ai r.
How lon g we stood there, I'll never know.
Twenty minutes perhaps, bu t it seemed an
etern ity as their teeth tore at the body -
the human body which a few hours before
had been as vibrantly alive as we were at
that mom ent. Now it was being feasted
upon with as much relish a nd gusto as if
it had been the entree di sh of some grand
banquet in one of our la rge metropolitan
hotels.
Then suddenly the drums hroke loose
aga in in an exci ted, irregular rhythm. One
after ano th er, th e gorged can nib als leaped
up, snatched a spear and began to dance -
chantin g a guttural song of ferocious
triumph, and describin g in hi s actions th e
fearful deeds he had perpetrated on th e
enemy. Th ere was an eerie ness to th e
whole affair that seemed to take it com-
pletely out of thi s world. Practically
hypnotized, we co ntinu ed to stare at the
antics of th e howlin g devi ls; there was
somethin g about the foul rejoicing of these
crea tures that made our blood run cold,
despite th e radiated heat of th e fire.
Suddenly one of my hoys moved, and a
rotten branch brea kin g under his foot
brought him down with a crash that cut
through the huhbub of drums and voices.
Instantl y there carne a warn in g shout
that sped through th e night lik e an arrow.
A huge bedaubed fellow, facing our way,
sp rang out of the circle and pointed his
bloody hand at us. A shrill alarm rose on
every lip as the crowd snatch ed up their
spears and shields a nd rushed toward us.
We drew together ti ghtly, our revolvers
held ready for business, if need be. How-
ever, sensi ng 01.lr determination, the natives
approached no closer, but I knew it was
too much to hope th at this breathing spell
would last for long. Without any exaggera-
tion wha tever, they appeared to us as ver-
itable fiends out of Hell! Their hands and
fa ces were still spattered with th e remains
•
of their ghoulish feast.
It certainly looked bad for us ' at that
moment.
Just as I was about to give th e command
to fire 'at th em, a huge native, who ap-
parently was the chief of the tribe, spran g
out in front of the maddened crowd and
let out a yell that could have heen
heard a mile away. That halted them. He
then screamed · a command at them and
leaped wildly toward us, shouting unin-
telligibly. He stopped a few steps away
from us.
Standing there, he waved his hands as
if trying to tell us we would not be harm ed.
That was all right as far as it went, but' -
the crowd behind was yappin g like a pack
of hungry wolves, so we held our guns
ready and watched for th e first sign of
trickery. The tribesmen b eh ind him talked~'
loudly among themselves in a strange,
clu cking tongue, and kept pointing to us
with their spears. There was no question
abo ut it ; we had to get away promptly, if
we expected to do it a t all. Cautiously,
I looked about the clearin g again. Then
I noticed one of the feathered drumsticks
still han ging where we had observed it
earlier in th e proceedings. Deliberately I
rai sed my revolver and fired. There was
a wild blending of screams that died away
almost immediately as the natives saw the
sh attered drumstick spinning like a top in
the glare of th e firelight. I could see their
wild eyes searching each other's faces.
Swiftly th e chi ef stepped closer to us
holdin g hi s hands high in the air. He
pointed down stream, and talked earnes tly
in some dialect I didn't recognize. How-
ever, it wasn't difficult to translate his
meaning - "Go, and be damned quick
about it if you value your lives!"
There was no argument ; we went.
Neverth eless, we were careful to walk back-
ward out of range. Every few seconds we
flun g a glance over our shoulders in ex-
pectation of a rear attack. For some rea-
son there wasn't any, although we could
hear the ugly devils back ' in the jungle
working downstream, and once in a while
we could see the glimm er of their torches.
Evidently the chief was still able to hold
them in check.
Finally we reached the mouth of the
strea m, and th en we reached the anchored
craft. It was sweet to feel that boat under
us and shooting out into the open sea,
even though, for the time being, we had no
fresh water! I guess we bragged and
boasted and pretended a bit; it was a re-
lease from th e strain . Anyone listening to
us might have believed us to be very clever
fellows, but we weren't deceiving ourselves
- we knew we'd been incredibly lucky. If
we hadn't been, we would have met day-
COIN
MACHINE
REVIEW
13
FOR
Dfe£MBER.
1941
Walsco Staple Driver
A Revolutionary New Tool For
Automatic Stapling of
Speaker ... Microphone ••• Remote
Control And Other Wires used in
Coin operated phonographs, wired
music, intercom., radio and similar
installations.
• This new 1001 makes all
wire installations twice as
easy. much neater, saves
half the time .
• Wires can be stapled in
behind
pipes,
corners,
into moldings, and other
places n.ever before ac-
cessible.
• Wires can be attached to
hard surfaces suc h as
brick, mortar, and pias-
ter.
The Walsco Staple Driver is
jam-proof. feeds its staples
automatically, and attaches
:"" '1 wires or cables up to 1/.'
~\ ~-'
in diameter. Staples come
'"
in strips of approximately 2
dozen, in several colors, and
are made from ca rbon tool
steel. therefore enter hard walls easily. Dam·
age to wire is impossible, as driving depth of
staples is con,t rolled a nd adjustable. The
tool will pa y for itself on the first job .
Catalogue No . 500 Tool Finish ............ $3.70
Catalogue No. 501 Deluxe Chromium
Finish .................................................. $4.65
Distributed b y radio parts wholesalers, coin
machine distributors, and the G . E. Supply
Corp. For mo re details and free literature.
write to :
WALTER L. SCHOTT CO.
5270 W . Pico Blvd .
Mention of THE COIN MACHINE REVIEW is your best introduction to our advertisers.
Los Angeles. Calif.
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