THE MACHINE THAT TALKS.
In some Madagascan villages the visitor finds wild and suspicious people, not disposed to make friends. Then it is that an. invention ,comes in useful. A missionary declares that he never travels without his gramophone. Sometimes "when he arrives the people have fled to their huts; sometimes they are standing around, looking not very friendly. - "First of all," writes Mr. Gale to the London Missionary Society, "I put on a stirring band piece, a real rouser. Presently you will see tousled heads peeping round busies, hands timorously opening windows and doors. Then I put on a song. The band piece startles the natives; the song staggers them. Then follows a laughing song, and tremblingly, fearfully, they creep nearer and nearer, unable to resist the wonder of a machine talking, singing,, laughing."
Now, laughter is a language common to all men. Eyes twinkle; smiles broaden. Suddenly there is a guffaw; the whole crowd is convulsed. Now the visitor has the cars and the goodwill of these shy and suspicions tribeswen.
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Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 146, 17 December 1927, Page 14
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