 The Clyde Bady Show. The world's greatest wild animal trainer, Clyde Bady, with another exciting story from his brilliant career. This master of the big cats captures ferocious jungle beasts and trains them to perform under the big top in the circus where there are always thrills, action and danger. Hundreds of dramatic behind the scenes adventures are all part of the Clyde Bady story. Here is the story of Jungle Joe. On the west coast of Africa, just below the equator, lies the small port of Motadi at the mouth of the Congo River. It was there a few years ago that my wife Harriet and I journeyed hoping to procure some animals for our circus. The trip on the coast-wise steamer from Akra had been hot and uninteresting. We wasted no time in getting ashore. What about the luggage Clyde? All taken care of, honey. I don't see that it gets taken right from the boat to the hotel in town. I hope that hotel has an electric fan. I'm just gonna park right in front of it. From what I hear, I wouldn't bet that Motadi boasted such a luxury as electricity. But I'll settle for a few good animals. Oh, so will I. According to my figures, if we can get the ones we want here instead of from the dealer in the states, we'll save enough to completely redecorate the house in California, get some new clothes and pay all our expenses for the trip. You've got it all figured out, huh? Certainly. And what more we... Clyde, listen. Sounds like our menagerie tent before feeding time. This warehouse. It must be full of animals. Well, come on. The door's open. Let's have a look. Clyde, look! Holy mackerel! Animals galore! Look, there must be a dozen lines in those cages. And over there are some zebras. Well, a little bit of everything. Looks like our information was right. This is the place to stop. I wonder if they're for sale. We'll soon find out. Let's go ask that native boy out there. There must be a small fortune in wild animals here, Clyde. Yeah. Somebody's going to clean up on this ship. Oh, boy! Oh, oh. How's your pigeon English, pigeon? You're on your own, Clyde. Boy! Animals inside. Animals. Who belong? Animals belong to Jungle Joe. Jungle Joe? Jungle Joe who? That animal belongs to Jungle Joe. Other than Matai, he lives... What does he mean, Clyde? I think he must mean the animals belong to some dealer called Jungle Joe in that he lives on the other side of town. Boy, you take us, Jungle Joe. He doesn't seem to understand, Clyde. Wait a second. Here, boy. Now, you take us to Jungle Joe. Bueno! Bueno! Wonderful. Our little coin of the realm will help a native understand English. Thanks, boy. We can make it now. Bueno! Bueno! See the sign, Clyde? Jungle Joe, wild animal dealer. Expeditions outfitted. Yeah. We're in luck, maybe. If this guy's animals are already sold, we'll hire him to lead us after some more. Watch the steps here. Oh. Come in. Well... Hello. Hello. What can I do for you? Well, we saw some animals in a warehouse down at the dock and we're told they belong to somebody called Jungle Joe. We'd like to talk to him. I'm afraid it'll be impossible to talk to him, mister. Huh? You see, I am Jungle Joe. And now, we return to our story, Jungle Joe. When Harriet and I learned that the attractive young girl was Jungle Joe, a wild animal dealer, our surprise could not be conceived. She wasn't more than 25, and it seemed impossible that she could have captured all the wild animals we'd seen in the warehouse. We discovered that her real name was Josephine Gerard. You see, Mr. Bady, my father was an animal dealer. He brought me here when I was only seven. He used to take me with him on all of his expeditions into the jungle. I could speak Swahili better than English by the time I was 10. It's amazing. I still can't believe it. Whatever made you decide to follow in your father's footsteps, Joe? Well, to tell the truth, my reasons were more economic than sentimental, Mrs. Bady. When my father passed away two years ago, I had no family to go to, so I decided if I had to make a living, I'd better stick with something I know. From the looks of that warehouse, you've done all right, too. Yes, I've been lucky. Of course, the animals you saw represent a year's work. I'll be glad to get my money for them. I don't blame you. And we'd like to take some of them off your hand. Harriet's right. We'd like five or six lines. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but they're already spoken for, Mr. Bady. There's a boat due in a week, and I promise to ship them all to a dealer in London. I was afraid it's something like this. Would any of the other animal dealers in this territory have anything for sale? Well, let's see now. I'm afraid you've come at the wrong time. Carter from Leopoldville upriver is on a safari now. Rogers, the other dealer here in Matati, just sold a shipment the other day. Looks as if we'll have to go after our own, then. Could you outfit and lead an expedition for us, Joe? Well, not right away, I couldn't. My next expedition is a very special one. Until I've made it, I'm not taking on anything else. A special expedition, you say? Very special, Mr. Bady. As soon as I get payment for the animals in the warehouse, I'm going after a full-grown gorilla. A gorilla? Well, you can't be serious. I thought capturing an adult gorilla was practically impossible. So they tell me. But there's bound to be a way, and if I can find it, it'll be worth $25,000. Well, for that kind of money, I don't blame you for being interested. Who is it that wants it so badly? A London zoo. They've had a standing order for one since before my father died. Well, I'd think every dealer in Africa would be after one, then. That's where I'm lucky again. If they knew where to find one, it'd be a mad scramble. But I'm the only one in the Congo who knows where to look. You know where you can find a gorilla? Yes. On my last expedition, I ran across unmistakable signs. I want to hurry back and try my luck before another deal discovers my secrets. Sounds interesting. I wish we could join you. So do I. Why don't you? Maybe it sounds silly, but we're much more interested in lions than gorillas. No, I guess we'll just have to look somewhere else for our animals. Oh, I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but... Well, I've been planning on going after a gorilla for a long time now, and I just don't want to put it off any longer. We understand, Joe. And I wish you all the luck in the world. Oh, thank you. Mr. Joe! Mr. Joe! Mr. Joe! What's the matter, Carl? Mr. Joe, warehouse is big burn enough. What? The warehouse is big fire, Mr. Joe! Oh, no! The animals! We've got to get them out! Mr. Beatty! Look! That's no use, Joe. We'd still like to do anything. Oh, we've got to try. No, no, you can't go any closer. Oh, let me go! We've got to get them out of there! Joe, the animals are already dead. They couldn't live through that smoke. They're suffocated already. Joe, let's go back to your house. I've got a better idea, Harriet. Let's take Joe back to the hotel with us. How about it, Joe? I don't care. Come along, Joe. It's no good looking at this. How about this, anyway? Ice tea in the Congo. Would you like another, Joe? No, thank you. Try to stop thinking about what's happened, Joe. It couldn't be helped. I know, but... We understand how you feel. Even though they were animals, it's still a horrible way to die. How could that fire have started? How? It's pretty hard to tell. There was a lot of hay in the warehouse. It might have been started by a careless smoker. Maybe even spontaneous combustion. Seeing this man coming toward our table just made me think of something. Man? Who is he, Joe? Roger's. The other wild animal dealer here in the cottage. All right, Joe. Just heard about what happened at your warehouse. It was mighty tough luck. Yes, wasn't it? Mr. Roger's, Mr. and Mrs. Beatty. Man to meet you, folks. How do you do? Roger's. Looks as if your competition just went up in smoke. I guess I'm whipped. It's a shame it had to happen, Joe. Now, this game isn't for a woman. You should have gotten out when your father died. Maybe you're right. I suppose that equipment of mine you were renting was destroyed too? Yes. Everything. Roger's, I don't think this is quite the time to bring up business. Perhaps you're right. But surely can't blame me for being concerned about what belongs to me. After all, Joe here had almost $3,000 worth of my safari equipment in that warehouse. I'm sure you'll get your money when the insurance is paid. There wasn't any insurance. It wasn't to be in effect until the animals were loaded aboard the boat. Oh, no. I... I don't know when I'll be able to pay you, Roger's. But I will, somehow. I see. Tell you what I'll do, Joe. I'm willing to forget that equipment if you'll forget about being in the animal business and leave this territory to me. You've been wanting it that way for a long time now, haven't you, Roger's? Well, I would... Never mind. Your proposition couldn't have come at a better time. After what's happened today, I... I guess I don't have much choice. Wait a minute, Joe. What? You can't give up just because of what happened, Joe. Well, you'll be back in your feet in no time once you've captured that gorilla and... A gorilla? I mean... You'll have to excuse my wife, Roger. She has a vivid imagination, thinks her gorillas and all sorts of animals in this territory. Yes. Yes, of course. But Joe won't have to fold up if she doesn't want to. What do you mean, Mr. Beatty? You seem to have forgotten why we're here. We want some wild animals. We're prepared to finance an expedition for them if you'll lead it. But she... You're on, Mr. Beatty. When do we start? Good for you, Joe. I... I think you'd be smarter to do business with me, Beatty. And I think you'd be smarter to hit the road. I don't like the way you operate, Roger's. Very well. Let's go back to my place and make plans. Don't count on running any of my equipment from now on, Joe. I won't be able to spare it. All right, I won't. We'll manage, though. Come on, folks. Two days after meeting Jungle Joe, we arrived at the capital of the Belgian Congo, Leopoldville. We stopped there only long enough to get supplies and equipment, and then headed up the muddy Congo on a small river steep. We've decided on trying to capture a gorilla first and then getting the other animals that I wanted. What I'd give for an air-conditioned room about now. It's pretty bad, all right. It feels like rain. Mind if I see that map, Joe? No. I was just going to show you where we are now. Good. All I know is that we're in the middle of a river swarming with crocodiles and bordered by the densest jungle I've ever seen. Well, we'll soon be in that jungle, Clyde. See here on the map? That's where we are now. In another hour or so, we should arrive at McCombie. McCombie? Yes, it's a very small native village. And you're sure we can get all the natives we'll need there? Oh, yes. Karo used to live in McCombie before he joined my father. You'll see that we get some good men. How far is this gorilla territory from McCombie? Oh, about 20 miles or so into the jungle, I guess. We'll have to stick to the game trails to get there. It sounds awfully exciting, doesn't it, Clyde? Sure does, honey. Being after a gorilla, it'd be plenty exciting in Central Park, let alone in this jungle. I promise it won't be dull. And by this time tomorrow afternoon, we'll get to the gorilla territory. How are you doing, honey? Oh, I'm all right, Clyde. We can keep going. We'll have to make camp in a few minutes, and we can all get some rest. But it's only four o'clock, Joe. I know, but in another hour it'll be pitch dark. It comes on awfully fast here in the jungle. Who's that calling? Karo, up ahead. What is it, Karo? What's he saying, Joe? Where, Karo? Speak English. He's trying. You come see. He says there are gorilla tracks just ahead. Well, what are we waiting for? Look, tracks. Good boy, Karo. That's a gorilla, all right. Brother, look at the size of those footprints. Karo, we must make camp at once. Hurry, tell the men. You, Karo. Stand by. Joe, you act worried. I am worried, Harriet. Those tracks are fresh. They weren't made more than 15 minutes ago. I don't know. I'm remembering what Dad used to say about gorillas. What was that, Joe? That they're the one animal that's not afraid of man. A big gorilla might actually attack our whole party. We've got to be ready just in case. We return now to Clyde Beatty and Jungle Joe. Clyde and Harriet Beatty were deep in the jungles of the Congo on an expedition led by a young woman animal dealer called Jungle Joe. Just before dark, they discovered footprints made by a huge gorilla and hurriedly made camp. Harriet, you and Joe better try and get some sleep. I'll keep this fire going and see that the natives keep working on the net. I couldn't sleep now, Clyde. Neither could I. But I guess there's not too much to worry about now. I've posted a native on each side of the clearing to keep watch. How are the men coming with the net, Clyde? Oh, they're doing fine. You know, that's pretty clever, Joe, but I just hope it works. There's only one thing that bothers me. How are we going to know if it works or whether when it works? I don't know. I guess we'll have to go back from time to time and see if anything's happened. Why not take one of the rifles and hide it in the brush and attach a wire to the trigger so when the trap is sprung, the rifle will fire? Oh, of course. Like we used to hook up our cameras for animals to take their own pictures when we were in India. It's a wonderful idea, Clyde. I'll put you in charge of that part of the project. We'll have to set the trap fairly close to camp. Listen, hear it? The drums. Well, the Western Union of the Kongos at work. I wonder what it's all about. I don't know. It's one language only the natives understand. Oh, Carl. Yes, why, Joe? Carl, Carl. The drums, Carl, what do they say? It message from Big Headman at Macombie. He say, another safari come this way. Are you sure, Carl? Carl, sure. He say, one white man. Many bushmen follow our trail. Somebody following us? But who? It must be Rogers. Thank you, Carl. Rogers. So he didn't forget what I let slip about your capturing a gorilla, Joe. That's it. He let us lead him right to the prize, too. I'm awfully sorry, Joe. It was stupid. Oh, forget it, Harriet. Anybody else would have been passed unnoticed, but Rogers isn't noted for being honorable. But how could he follow us? It's simple, I'm afraid. The natives in every village along the way saw us going up river. And he's figuring on beating our time, huh? He's going to try catching a gorilla and getting it back to Matati first. If it looks that way, and our chances of success won't be helped much by another safari coming this way. Well, he must be several hours behind us so they can't get close until sometime tomorrow. Well, that's right. He won't be traveling at night. We'll just have to get going with our plan early in the morning. If we're lucky, he'll be too late to spoil anything. How does this look to you, Joe? Oh, here. Lots of vines overhead. Oh, this ought to be perfect. Some good saplings here, too. Hold up, Carl. Tell the men to unroll the vine net. Well, Harriet, would you like some of the bait before we hook it up? Oh, thanks, Clyde. I love bananas, but I'm not hungry now. Imagine trapping a gorilla with a stalk of banana. That should be as tempting as anything to a gorilla. All right, Carl. Now fasten the corner vines to the saplings. Bend them back a little further. Pull that wire just a little tighter, Clyde. There. How's that? That's fine. Is it all set now, Joe? Well, except covering that little wire with leaves. Boy, talk about Rube Goldberg. This one really takes the cake. Gorilla number one comes down trail and discovers stalk of bananas number two. Gorilla grabs bananas, which pulls wire number three, releasing saplings number four, which spring back and throw net number five down over gorilla. And at same time, wire attached to sapling pulls trigger on rifle number six, which shoots and warns in trepid hunters trap has been struck. Oh, that's my husband. You know, I was pretty skeptical till we got this contraption rigged up, but now I think it might work at that. Well, let's just hope some other animal doesn't come along and set it off. Joe, don't even think of that. You want a jinx of works? Uh-oh. There goes some more thunder. Sounds like it might mean business this time. I hope so, anyway. You're hoping it rains? Yes. It'll wash away our sand here and improve our chances, and it will also slow rod. All right, Carl. Tell the men to come along. We're heading back for camp. It seems to be letting up a bit now. About time, too. The three of us cramped up in this little tent for hours is not my idea of a good time. Oh, it'll probably stop as suddenly as it started. Suddenly it's going on outside. Let me have a look here. What is it, Carl? It looks like we've got company. It's Rogers. I was afraid he'd show up just in time to spoil everything. Oh, well. Well, well, isn't it? Now, come in. Yes. Come in, Roger. Ah, thanks. I've made camp only half a mile or so back the trail that I should pay you folks a visit. Well, that was very thoughtful. But I have an idea. You didn't come just to be neighborly. What's on your mind? Yes, my girl, Joe. I'll be honest. I know why you're here, of course, and I'm here for the same reason. Nothing like taking advantage of someone, eh, Roger? Oh, I wouldn't put it that way, baby. Since my safari is on hand, I thought we might join forces in the hunt for a gorilla. Thanks, but no thanks, Roger. Ah, but we'd have a much better chance that way and we could split the 25,000 two-ways, Joe. The answer is no. As far as I'm concerned, it's all or nothing. Joe, that's not the way. I think you heard the lady. I'm talking to Joe, baby. Suppose you keep out of this and mind your own business. It happens. This is my business. Now, get going and don't come back. And supposing I should come back? Then what? Then I'm afraid you and I are going to tangle, Rogers, and I'd love nothing better than separating you from your front teeth. Clyde, please. That was a shot. Something sprung our trap. Come on. Where are you going? Stick around, Rogers. We may have a surprise for you. Just around this bend in the trail. Something's in that net, all right? Look! Oh, it's work. We've got ourselves a gorilla. And a big one. Look at that baby fight that vineset. Clyde, will it hold it? Carl, have the men get more vines. Hurry. Where are the men with the cage? They were right behind us. They'll be here in a minute. All right, Carl. Have them wind more vines around it. Hurry. Not too close there. Watch it. He's got hold of one of the men. Stay back. I'll club it his arm with my right foot. Carl, he's let go. Pull his men back. You men, bring that cage up close. Hurry. That's it. Right up here now. All right. Don't be pushing in here. Come on, the rest of you men. Hurry up. Well, Harriet, I'm sorry. We can't continue and get the animals you need, but I guess we'd better head back toward McCombie. And that suits me. The sooner we get rid of that ugly brood of a gorilla, the better. Now the cage will hold all right. I'm glad we made it plenty strong. It's one powerful animal. Has he settled down now? Yeah. Only he turned out to be a girl gorilla. She's pretty well worn out from the struggle, though. You're wasting no time in breaking camp, I see. We got what we came for, Rogers. No, you're staying around here. That's exactly the way I feel. We're leaving now, too. Shall we return to McCombie together? Yes, I guess so, if you like. We're hitting the trail at dawn. You and your party can bring up the rear, Rogers. We're going to have our hands full getting this gorilla back. All right, that'll be fine. We'll join you when you come along then. We're making better time than I expected. We must be almost halfway to McCombie already. You think we can make it before dark? No, I doubt it. We may have to make camp a few miles short. Clyde, what happened to Rogers? Huh? Well, he was at the rear of the column just a minute ago. Carl was near him. I'll ask. Carl? Yes, Ronald Bailey? Where is Ronald Rogers, Carl? He stopped back at Spring in Trill. He said he'd fill a water bag, catch up in minutes. Well, we may as well wait here. Listen. It's Rogers. He's in trouble. Carl, bring the man. Hurry. Clyde. It's another gorilla. It's Scott Rogers. Must be the mate to the one we got. It's a huge one. It's a terrible ribbon. What can we do? I'll have to shoot. But you won't get much. I'll have to take that chance. Clyde, you did it. You've killed the gorilla. Come on. He's still alive, Joe. He's in bad shape. We've got to get him to a doctor, Clyde. The nearest doctors in Leopoldville. He won't last long enough to make that. Isn't there anyone in Macombie who could do something for him? There's a native there who might help. He's hardly more than a witch doctor, though. We'd better get him there anyway. It'll mean traveling part of the way at night. But we can make torches and keep going somehow. All right. Carl, have the men make a litter to carry Buono Rogers. And hurry. We managed to get Rogers to Macombie, and the native doctors surprised us. Didn't have much bedside manner, but he got results. When Rogers was out of danger, we boarded the river steamer once more and several days later arrived back at Macombie. Our time was running short, so we made arrangements for the return to the states. I hate to see you folks go. You've been so wonderful. We hate to leave too, Joe. But if we're going to put a circus on the road this spring, we'd better get back. I was hoping you'd stay and go after some of the animals you came for in the first place. But don't worry. When your season starts, I'll have a shipment to you. Ah, that's swell, Joe. And it's a relief to know that Rogers won't be giving you any more trouble. He seemed to have a complete change of heart. Oh, we'll get along all right now, I know. But I do want to thank you again for helping me out. I could never have captured that gorilla without your help. Sure you could. But we enjoyed it. It was kind of a challenge to us too. A challenge Clyde couldn't resist, Joe. I think he'd let a gorilla make a monkey of him, do you? And now here is Clyde Beatty to tell about his next adventure. Why anyone would deliberately choose the hazardous occupation of animal training for a life's work even I can't explain. Whenever eager young men come to me asking for a start toward such a career, I do everything possible to discourage them. And usually I'm successful. However, a few years ago, a youngster named Donato pleaded with me to coach him on the not-too-gentle art of escaping death in the arena. And this young man, I wasn't able to turn from his purpose. You'll learn why in our next exciting story called Daniel in the Lion's Den. All stories are based upon incidents in the career of the world-famous Clyde Beatty and the Clyde Beatty Circus. The Clyde Beatty show is produced by Shirley Thomas. Jungle Joe was written by Robert T. Smith and Frank Hart-Tausig. All names used are fictional and resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a Commodore production.