HOW I SHOT MY TIGERS

Hokitika Guardian, 26 May 1921, Page 4

HOW I SHOT MY TIGERS

M. CLEMENCEAU AND PRETTIEST BABY. TOULON, May 17. “I feel as fit as a young man of 25.” was the first remark'®of M. Cleinenecou when lie landed here this morning from his six months trip to Egypt, and India. The “Tiger,” his face bronzed and his eyes sparkling restlessly. certainly did not look his 70 years. li« greeted all his friends and relatives wth merry quips hut without the characteristic biting touch. “I am glad to he back in France,” lie said, “though my journey has been one of the best times T ever spt nt. Strange to say, the doctor who came out to look after me, is lying ill. “I have been very busy lately. A few days ago T presided at a babies’ beanity competition. There were 139 of them on board and two horn on the journey. Picking out the prettiest for the first prize was the roost ticklish job 1 have ever been engaged on.” FAMILY BEAUTY.

AI. Olemenceau held a reception just before leaving the ship. Young Aline. Jacquemaire, his pretty grand-daughter in-law, came in for compliments'. ‘Ton arc the prettiest of the family,” he said ns he kissed her, ‘just like your grandmother.”

The British passengers crowded round to hid him farewell. The kisses and handshakes took quite ten minutes. Then he rushed up the gangway and said an revoir to the captain. "not good-bye, ns I mean to travel bv the Ormonde when I go—.ns I intend to go - to Australia.”

Al. Olemenceau, who was met by his ex-ATinisters AIAI. Tardiett, Ignaee, and Coll in rt, drove to the Grand Hofei. The first thing he noticed was a big warning hoard, “No Germans allowed here.” “That is right,” he said, “I shall certainly feel quite at home here.”

Al. Olemenceau said to me later: “An immense impression was made on me by Tndia, and by what I saw of other parts of the British Empire. Yon English are certainly very wonderful people. “My travelling reminiscences arc mixed. Everybody was far too good t-o me. T know it, was an attempt to prove their love and admiration for France and the great part she played in the war.” FOUR DAYS’ HUNT.

I asked M. Clemeneeau Tiow 1 e killed his tigers. "I can tell you that easily,” was the reply. “The skins are in London being cured but I shall have them in my Paris flat in 6 weeks. It was at Gwalior, where the Maharajah is the most famoujs tiger-hunter in India. He had hundreds to his credit. “With scores of boaters he organised a battue. Buffaloes are tied to stakes at night, If they are found eaten, that part of tho jungle is searched. That was done for 4 days. Each morning we motored out, then walked to the jungle, but had no success. “On the last day the bearers were doubled in number and they struck 4. I should not like to have been in the heaters’ skins. They were mostly young and armed only with sticks. There were elephants to make a way through tho jungle. The Maharajah and I were oft foot. “I was very anxious to see a real live tiger face t® face,” continued M. Clemenceau with a sparkle of Lin in his eye. “We posted ourselves on the bank of a deep ravine. The beaters were on j the other side, and in front making I a great din. Suddenly, straight in front of me, a great striped form with |j waving tail appeared. Tt was about r TOO yards away. One bullet account- I ed for it. i

“A second tiger appeared a moment later, followed almost immediately by