Message to Fort Shabier

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time, transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Tarzan, the bronze-white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of a message to Fort Shabir. Fort Shabir on the fringe of the jungle is the most remote of all of Britain's far-flung military posts.

History has recorded many savage massacres at Fort Shabir, for the natives of the district are warlike and the surrounding vell teens with savage animals. And yet, until that day, the men who were stationed there had never been too concerned with the danger.

They had confidence in Major Birdwell, their commanding officer. But now Major Birdwell was dead, and they had no confidence in the dandified Major Beekman who would arrive that day to replace him. The feeling of unrest spread through the ranks, and it reached the staff room of the sun-whitened headquarters.

I don't know. I don't know. I wouldn't be too harsh on them at first men. I'll learn about the Congo in Duke. Good of you to stick up for me, Captain Lawrence. Not at all, Major Beakman.

We didn't see you come in, or... Yes, yes, it's quite obvious that you didn't see me come in, both from your conversation and your attire. I want no further breach of regulations here. Colors fastened, ties drawn up, shoeshine, and pants pressed.

Do you understand? Will you endeavor to carry out your orders, Major Beakman? But in this intense heat, it's frequently due... I want action! I'll excuse us. If I can best the part of an office and a gentleman, so can my staff.