Confessions of a Scientist

Confessions of a Scientist

Confessions of a Scientist

Confessions of a Scientist

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Several newspaper men had dropped into my office. It was late afternoon, in December. The days were short, and it was getting dark. We had been discussing a story that had several angles and my visitors had been scribbling memoranda. I am chaperon for a temperamental family, including elephants, lions, tigers, monkeys, kangaroos and wheezing, squeaking members of the small mammal section, but my office remains in the Reptile House. These quarters have gradually become invaded by sloths and bats.

I invited the visitors to remain to see the vampire bat drink her evening meal of blood brought from the city slaughter-house. Everyone appeared impressed. As the party broke up, with the necessity of my car making two trips to the lighted area outside the Park boundaries, there was unanimous insistence that I should summarize my experiences in a book. I told them that I had already done so. They insisted that my first attempts had only scratched the surface, that if I dug a bit deeper I should find plenty of other experiences well worth recording. I have thought it over and decided to confess some of the inner details of my work.

R. L. D.

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