Last week, two giraffes gazed mournfully down upon Boston. It was not enough that an ocean and most of a continent lay between them and their clover-clad African home; not enough that they had been rolled and tossed in a creaking steel ark over thousands of watery miles. But now they were suspicious characters. They had been sequestered until Government veterinarians could be sure they did not harbor anthrax bacteria. Nearby were 15 African antelopes and four African wart hogs, similarly sequestered, suspect, sad.
Meantime, the steel ark's Noah, Dr. William M. Mann,...
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