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The epitaph on my tombstone may well read: He hired animal-handler Joan Embery as the San Diego Zoo’s ambassador and set her on the road to fame. I expended 50 years in a colorful PR and journalism career. But my naming Joan to the new zoo post and placing her on “The Tonight Show” seems to be what folks most remember. And why not? Joan’s closely 100 appearances with Johnny Carson made her a intimate face to millions of Americans. Snuggled by snakes and loved by leopards, she was a natural success at bringing the fun, excitement and drama of the wild-animal world into viewers’ homes. Her climb to celebrity status started out with her firstborn booking on “The Tonight Show” in 1970 with the young elephant she’d taught to paint. When artist, Carol, hesitated to perform, then turned with brush in trunk, swiping it over Johnny’s crotch, it convulsed the audience and Ed McMahon. Joan, 21, became a “regular” over the next four decades, providing millions of dollars in advert to our then-financially-strapped park. (Little Carol subsequently painted on her poster board for the 12 million viewers that night – and gained notoriety as our artistic elephant for years, benefitting tons of publicity!) As Joan’s fame spread, she appeared on other network shows with zoo residents and did hundreds of TV and radio interviews. She subsequently traveled to Africa, England, Australia and other elements of the world, spreading wildlife conservation messages, while encouraging our world-famous tourist attraction. Truth be known, Joan became our second zoo ambassador. I goofed in picking the first. And, of course, there was never a need for a third. Joan made publicizing and furthering the San Diego Zoo a career for the next 35 years, until her recent retirement. In the late ’60s, the zoo experienced a steady attendance decline (due in portion to contest from the new SeaWorld marine park). Our PR Department was given the task of coming up with ways to attract more visitors to our burgeoning menagerie. Consequently, as head of the zoo’s advertizing division since ’65, I proposed selecting and training a young girl to serve as zoo ambassador. After due consideration, the board of trustees and zoo conductor approved a little budget for a year’s trial. My idea had in truth sprung from an earlier visit to our Children’s Zoo by a young, female Disneyland roving ambassador. If it was good sufficient for originative talent Walt, I do not forget thinking, then why not someone similar for us? Several hundred girls responded to our primary call for a photogenic young woman, well-spoken, with a love of wildlife. The chosen one would give talks, take VIPS on zoo tours and make appearances at events such as the city’s upcoming 200th anniversary. Long story short, I managed the basi time to pick the wrong applicant, one who was not good at handling animals, nervous in regards to public speaking and didn’t know the city well. At the end of her year, we went back to the drawing board. I revisited our resume file and put the word out publicly again to mild response. One day it was pointed out that a good nominee worked right under our noses in the Children’s Zoo – Joan Embery. The zoo had hired college student Joan, 18, to work with the baby animals. So with assorted years’ experience underneath her belt by 1969, I had gotten to know and admire her devotion to our orphaned wildlife and her job. I swore that Joan could talk to the animals-and vice versa. I knew she could effortlessly spot the pout of an insulted elephant. In fact one of her elephant friends would in truth stick out a foot to trip Joan as she ran by. Several times, the always-cheery Miss Embery had invited me to come into an animal’s enclosure with her. She would offer interesting bits of data – such as the reason most zoos have only female elephants is because bulls are too dangerous when they are in musth for the duration of mating season. She told me their hormones rage to the degree they may pull up concrete, or even undertake to kill their keepers. And I recall once looking at in awe as our future “ambassador” stuck her hand in an elephant’s mouth to pat a wiggly, pink tongue. “It’s a greeting to them – like shaking hands,” she explained as I watched, jaw agape. “Go in front – undertake it!” she urged. But I was too chicken, resolving I didn’t want to be that friendly. For the second round, I named Joan the zoo’s next ambassador. And in subsequent years, I watched with pride at the way she handled herself in public and in media appearances. Her true love of, and devotion to, wild life, came all over to audiences, giving her a fame she didn’t seek, while the zoo and her wildlife causes prospered. And galore Carson fans today still do not forget the “Tonight Show” segment when Joan let Johnny hold a little marmoset, which climbed up and relieved itself on top of the widely known and esteemed host’s head. Johnny’s expression is captured on reruns of “The Best of Carson.” It topped even the night when we took “Dudley Duplex,” a baby two-headed king snake, to the NBC show. It slithered up Johnny Carson’s dress shirt sleeve to hide and wouldn’t come out. Johnny kept calling up his sleeve: “Come out, fellas – come out now!” Selecting the wild-life-loving teen-ager as Zoo Ambassador rightfully ranks, in retrospect, as the smartest (or luckiest move I ever made). Other than marrying my wife of 60 years!
From BooklistGr. 5-7. Ember, a 241-year-old, ruined domed city surrounded by a dark unknown, was built to make sure that persons would proceed to subsist on Earth, and the instructions for getting out have been lost and forgotten. On Assignment Day, 12-year-olds leave school and receive their lifetime occupation assignments. Lina Mayfleet becomes a messenger, and her friend Doon Harrow ends up in the Pipeworks underneath the city, where the failing electric generator has been ineffectually patched together. Both Lina and Doon are convinced that their survival means finding a way out of the city, and after Lina discovers pieces of the instructions, she and Doon work together to interpret the fragmented document. Life in this postholocaust city is well limned–the ordinary blackouts, the feed shortage, the public panic, the search for answers, and the activenesses of the powerful, who are taking selfish vantage of the situation. Readers will relate to Lina and Doon’s vision and courage in the face of unfortunate odds. Sally Estes Review“An electric debut. Lina and Doon’ search parallels the universal adolescent quest for answers.” Most helpful customer reviews 155 of 165 people found the following review helpful. 78 of 84 people found the following review helpful. The City of Ember is a clever novel which tells the unique story of two unintentional heroes who fight the status quo in order to bring hope to their city. The descriptions of the world of Ember are fascinating, leaving the reader to appreciate the incredible imagination of first-time novelist Jeanne DuPrau. The narrator thoughtfully informs us of the setting-the unusual and self-contained world of Ember-slowly throughout the novel, and not all at once in the first chapter. It’s only in chapter 8 that we even realize that there are no animals in Ember and the words “heaven” and “boat” have no known meaning. The characters are outstandingly original yet touchingly familiar in their pre-pubescent views of the adult world. The deaths of Lina’s parents and then custodial grandmother create a sympathy for her that causes us to, all the more, wish for her triumph. It is the curiosity of Lina and Doon that drive this narrative, and it is the nice balance between primary and secondary characters that keeps the reader on his/her toes. While we expect a happy ending, it’s not until the final pages of the novel that we understand what has happened and why. And, as always, we forgive a good author for the blatant suggestions of a sequel. 25 of 25 people found the following review helpful. Its deceptively simple writing style builds a vivid world around you as you read, and hurtles you headlong into the story – and promptly embeds the characters inextricably in your heart. The main character, Lina, is as beguiling as they come – spirited, determined, and far, far too nosy. Her friend Doon is adorably scowly and moody, her grandmother delightfully batty, and the mayor of the town so vividly painted that by the time he’d finished his third sentence he stood fully formed in my mind. Although characters aren’t this book’s only strength…
The plot played out almost like a song, lyrical and swaying, full of the stuff of life. I was filled with humor, curiosity, terror and joy in rapid succession, only to start the cycle again at the next turn of the page – and by the end of the book I must confess I was a bit misty eyed. And, without spoiling anything, I’ll say that the last couple of paragraphs filled me with bubbling anticipation, and now I think I’ll explode if I don’t find out what happens soon!
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