SUMMARY:
Clippings report Miss Cheesman’s forthcoming 20,000-mile Pacific research voyage and her work at the London Zoo, alongside coverage of Miss Joan Proctor’s appointment as curator of reptiles. Additional articles highlight British women pioneers in various technical and scientific professions.

CONTENT:
Cutting from the Glasgow Herald
Address of Publication
Issue dated. 20/10/25

WOMEN'S TOPICS

INSECT LOVERS
Woman Curator's 20,000-Mile Voyage
Women In America are much interested in
the fact that Miss Cheesman, the woman
Curator of Insects at the London Zoo, sails
on October 23 in the yacht St. George on a
journey of more than 20,000 miles through
the South Seas and the Pacific Ocean.

She is the only woman member of a party
of eight zoologists sent out by the Scientific
Expeditionary Research Association, and will
be absent many months. Up to the time of
writing Miss Cheesman has successfully
eluded press photographers, one of whom lay
in wait for her for three hours. She will
not talk about herself, but I knew long ago
of her post at the Zoo, which she has held
for ten years, and of her lectures in the
Insect House, which are so entrancing to
young people. She hopes not only to bring
back some interesting specimens but to solve
some problems of value of entomology by
following the great circle of the Pacific trade
winds. If you look at a wind map of the
world you will note the flow of steady winds
to the north-west from Ecuador and the
corresponding return sweep to South America
across the southern portion of the Pacific.

Winged Emigrants
Miss Cheesman points out that Insects
must migrate down these great wind-paths,
blowing to leeward from one island, to the
next. Those winged emigrants who are
lucky enough to make port often find them-
selves in enormously different surroundings,
and have to adapt themselves to the new
conditions. How have they succeeded, and
what physical changes have these winged
emigrants undergone?

Miss Cheesman has a most happy genius
for handling even the most fearsome insects.
She picks up poisonous bird-eating spiders,
maintaining that they are intelligent enough
not to injure a friend. And somehow she is
right, and seldom gets bitten.

Handling Snakes Without Gloves
In this way she is like her new colleague
at the Zoo, Miss Joan Proctor, who was
recently appointed curator of reptiles, and
who will handle horrible snakes without
gloves and without a shudder. American
women find this marvellous, as, indeed, no
does the ordinary woman, but I may state
for the first time in Great Britain that Miss
Proctor resisted the attraction of a high
salary in New York in order to remain in
England.

Had I to decide between caring for snakes
or insects, I know which I would choose,
though the average woman would rather
study insects in theory than in practice.
We have in England even one or two women
"Insect artists," who specialise in
meticulous pen-and-ink drawings of the
structure of insects, mainly for bookplate
illustration in scientific works. Sometimes
these are coloured, sometimes not, but the
illustration has to be scientifically correct,
and therefore must be done by one who is
an entomologist as well as an artist.

Cutting from the Daily Herald
Address of Publication
Issue dated 25.10.22.

THE FAMILY HERALD AND WEEKLY STAR,
MONTREAL, CANADA,
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 1923.

BRITISH WOMEN
AS PIONEERS.

Engineers, Plantation
Manager and Diver.

RESEARCH CRUISE.

Are British women more or less enter-
prising than their American cousins?
As reported in the "Daily Chronicle"
recently, eight American women claim
to hold positions never before occupied
by members of their sex. Now a woman
correspondent names nine English-
women prominent in industry and the
professions, some of them pioneers.

Miss F. Wakefield, an Englishwoman
chiropractor, is the first and only woman
pioneer of this new science in London.
She is trained in a scientific method of
adjusting the cause of disease without
drugs or instruments, based on a cor-
rect knowledge of anatomy, and espe-
cially the nervous system.

Another Miss Wakefield, a mycolo-
gist, is in charge of the Mycological
Department at Kew (mycology is the
study of fungi). She had a similar posi-
tion in Barbados before coming to
London.

FIRST ELECTRICIAN.
The first woman electrical engineer to
set up her own business in Exeter less
than two years ago, Miss Margaret Part-
ridge, has now taken a partner, Miss
Lees, who is in charge of the London
office of M. Partridge and Co., recently
opened.

Miss Griff, another woman engineer,
who initiated the Stainless and Non-
Corrosive Metal Co., of Birmingham,
has also taken a partner, Miss Davis,
and runs a foundry.

Miss Margaret Naylor is the only
British woman diver, and is famed
for her intrepid operations at Tober-
mory Bay, where the Spanish trea-
sure galleon lies.

The only British woman who owns
and manages a cocoa-nut plantation is
Miss Hamill Smith, Tobago, near Trini-
dad.

A research journey through the
Pacific has been undertaken by Miss
Cheesman, curator of insects at the
London Zoo. Her colleague, Miss Proc-
tor, is curator of reptiles.

An out-of-the-way occupation has
been chosen by Miss Gertrude Rosen-
berg, who breeds butterflies for sale to
schoolboys and other collectors.

Expert On Snakes

Miss Joan Proctor, an English girl of 25,
has just been appointed curator of reptiles
at the London Zoological Gardens. She is
one of the best known experts on snakes
in the world.

SUMMARY:
A Public Ledger feature profiles Joan Proctor, curator of reptiles at the London Zoological Gardens, detailing her compassionate methods for handling snakes and her role in designing a new reptile house. The article shares anecdotes about boas and king cobras, feeding challenges in zoos, and public reactions to her work.

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PUBLIC LEDGER—PHILADELPHIA, SUNDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 23, 1923

Her Playmates are Ugly King Cobras!

Miss Proctor finds a handker-
chief useful for securing a grip
on the tail of a poisonous snake
friend that might become too
playful

Miss Joan Proctor,
Curator of Reptiles
in the London
Zoological Gardens,
Tells How She
Overcomes Her
Serpentine Pets With
Sheer Kindness

THE first woman in the world was on
sociable terms with a serpent, and
the world knows what came of that.

But here is one of Eve's youngest
daughters handling, petting and caring
for innumerable descendants of that wily
snake of old. Her name is Joan Proctor
and her official title is curator of reptiles
of the London Zoological Gardens.

The feeling that soft, purring, cuddly
little kittens awaken in other small girls
came to Joan when, as an inquisitive
ten-year-old, she first made the acquaint-
ance of a shining, wriggling green
garter snake, and that strange fondness
for the first enemy of man has grown
and grown until her greatest joy in life
is playing foster-mother to all the alli-
gators, toads, turtles and reptiles in
London's famous Zoo.

The family in which Joan belonged
didn't exactly favor the predilection of
its youngest member for crawling things,
when that first slimy, glassy-eyed
creature was introduced into their happy
home. But Joan was a positive little
person. She made it plain that her mot-
to was "Love me, love my snakes!"
and presently the whole Proctor clan
progressed from abhorrence to indiffer-
ence. They could put their hands into
a presumably empty vase on the living
room table, touch the cold coil of a snake
and not fall in a faint.

From indifference, the Proctors went
on until they began to share Joan's un-
canny affection for creeping things, and
now her home would not be home with-
out at least three boa constrictors
draping themselves about the furniture.

When Joan was seventeen she read
her first paper about snakes before the
Royal Zoological Society—a paper that
attracted serious attention. A few years
later, she became the unsalaried assistant
of the curator of reptiles at the
British Museum of Natural History—
truly a labor of love. In the museum
laboratory she worked and studied amid
hundreds of jars and bottles containing
creeping things. And all the time at
home she watched over the boas, the
bushmasters, the asps and the black
snakes that succeeded each other at
home as the darlings of her heart.

SO IT was that when the council of
the Royal Zoological Society found
it necessary to engage a new custodian

Eve in the Garden of
Eden was the first woman
on friendly terms with
the serpents, and so it has
come to pass that in this
day, many years after the
creation, there are daugh-
ters of Eve who do not
find it so distasteful to
train serpents and care for
them tenderly

Miss Proctor believes a daily "air-
ing is good for any household
pet. Here she is with a pet rep-
tile which she has taken for a
walk through the grounds of her
London home

for its great collection of living reptiles,
Joan, whose paper on snakes read be-
fore that august body so early in her
career had made such an impression,
was unanimously decided upon as the
logical recipient of the honor,

"It's a very simple thing to get on
with reptiles of any sort," says the
new curator, illustrating her point by
using one of her favorite poisonous-
tongued friends as a neckpiece. "By
using a handkerchief to make sure of
my grip on his tail, he can't get too
playful, you see. The dear things do
love to twist themselves about people's
necks, and then sometimes they squeeze
too hard." Which, it may be clearly
seen, is not so good for the neck.

"Kindness and real understanding are
back of success with snakes," decrees
the only woman occupant of a position
of such scientific note in Great Britain.
So great is the confidence reposed in
this young woman by those who know,
that she is not only to care for the huge
creeping things of the jungle, but has
been empowered to design the new home
for reptiles at the London Zoological
Gardens, and is now engaged in deciding

The neck of a human being is just the sort of a
"warmer" that a tropical snake
loves to coil about—and
squeeze—so Miss Proctor
adopts the simple "Safety
First" measure of holding the
head and tail securely as she
handles this small but surpris-
ingly powerful boa

When, as a ten-year-old girl, Joan
introduced her first creeping pet
into the Proctor household, her
parents were not at all inclined to
approve the strange friendship,
but Joan's persuasive powers over-
came that difficulty. Snakes of
varying lengths and colors have
since established friendly relations
with all members of the Proctor
household. Here is Joan's mother
demonstrating the innocent inten-
tions of a twelve-foot boa

constrictor just then draped about her
neck.

A neck, Miss Proctor explains, is
an ideal "warmer" for a tropical
snake. There's nothing he likes better
than to coil about it. Coping with Mr.
Boa in this case means keeping a firm

—usually expensive and difficult to ob-
tain—and that only will they swallow.
How to combat this suicide tendency
in reptiles will probably engross Miss
Proctor as it engrosses most curators
of these temperamental creatures. Ray-
mond L. Ditmars, of the New York Zoo,
reports that a continual offender in this
regard is the bushmaster.

King cobras are another variety of
Miss Proctor's charges likely to become
obnoxious at times. Or, at least, that
has been the experience of other cura-
tors.

When this monarch among snakes
arrived at the Bronx Zoo, he registered
his dislike of the institution and his
objection to remaining in it by refusing
to eat at all. As he is a cannibal, he
was offered every species of crawling
thing the authorities had ever heard of
a cobra eating. But no! Nothing
doing! Never in this world, so said the
cobra in question, if his expression mir-
rored his thoughts.

At length a "coach whip," a nice, five-
foot appetizing morsel, was sent in for
the rebel's breakfast. That hit the spot.
The king cobra ate it and demanded
more of the same. And there the scheme
struck a snag, for coach whips cost
three dollars each and aren't to be had
at all times for a striking monarch's
fastidious taste.

What was to be done? The diet of
coach whip had been kept up while the
curator engaged in thought, and now
long, thin strips of beef were cut in the
length of the favorite food, and each
strip covered with one of the old skins
the coach whip had shed. The skin
was tied about the beef at intervals and
the strips were offered to his majesty
for the next meal. And he ate them.

Diplomacy, as will be seen, belongs
not alone to court and political circles.

Snakes are not the only pets to be found in Miss Proctor's home. Pussy jumped upon a
table to see what this tricky boa was doing. The boa turned its head away as if it had not
the slightest interest in the cat's presence. The photographer snapped just before the lightning-
swift strike that was sad news for pussy

just where, what and how big the quar-
ters for her favorites shall be,

"Woman snake-charmer!" shrieked
local newspaper headlines, when this
announcement was made.

"I'm not!" contradicted Miss Proctor,
showing a surprising little glint in her
eyes—a glint that may be the secret
of her power over the descendants of
that serpent that tempted Eve.

"You might call me a 'snake-keeper,

if you will, but not a snake-charmer.
Do you know what a snake-charmer
is? Some queer voodoo sort of person with
supernatural powers. Of course, I'm not
that! It's so easy to get on with snakes.
Why, if you've learned the way to deal
with a two-foot garter snake, you know
how to cope with an eight-foot python!
They are all so much alike." The foster-
mother of London's reptiles caressed the
fine head of the amazingly powerful boa

grip on head and tail so that his en-
thusiasm for the human eater doesn't
carry him too far.

"There are many problems for this
little woman with the big nerve to solve,
for snakes who come from other lands
as captives are likely to behave er-
ratically as human beings under similar
circumstances. They go on hunger-
strikes. They commit suicide. They
demand one certain kind of food

THERE are about one thousand species
of snakes in the world and a goodly
portion of them are represented in Miss
Proctor's collection. There is, for in-
stance, a twenty-foot python, weighing
three hundred pounds, and a mere
specimen of burrowing snake but five
or six inches long and no thicker than
a goose quill. And there is a squatty,
flat-headed viper and an enormously
elongated tree snake—and goodness
knows how many more.

What's the good of snakes if you don't
happen to love them for themselves
alone, as does Miss Proctor?

California says they're good for ex-
terminating gophers that destroy the
crops on the Pacific Coast. Australia
applauds reptilian efforts to help them
get rid of the vermin plague, result of
accumulation of stocks of wheat because
of non-shipment during the war. Green-
wich, Connecticut, urges that snakes be
used to keep mole-infested lawns in
order. And the departments in Wash-
ington point out that rats are the great-
est destroyers of wheat the world ever
knew, and snakes live on rats to a great
extent!

So Miss Joan Proctor is not alone in
her opinion that snakes are well worth
cultivating.

SUMMARY:
A 1923 Toronto Star feature profiles Miss Joan Proctor, curator of reptiles at the London Zoological Gardens, highlighting her methods of handling venomous snakes through kindness and understanding. The article notes her role in designing a new reptile house and references Raymond L. Ditmars of the New York Zoo.

CONTENT:
1923.
Toronto Star

Her Pets Are Ugly King Cobras
Deadly Reptiles Won By Kindness

Miss Joan Proctor, Curator of
Serpents in London Zoo-
logical Gardens, Tells How
She Overcomes Her Terri-
ble Playmates.

THE first woman in the world was on sociable
terms with a serpent, and the world knows
what came of that.
But here is one of Eve's youngest daughters
handling, petting and caring for innumerable de-
scendants of that wily snake of old. Her name
is Joan Proctor and her official title is curator
of reptiles of the London Zoological Gardens.
The feeling that soft, purring, cuddly little
kittens awaken in other small girls came to Joan
when, as an inquisitive ten-year-old, she first
made the acquaintance of a shining, wriggling
green garter snake, and that strange fondness
for the first enemy of man has grown and grown
until her greatest joy in life is playing foster-
mother to all the alligators, toads, turtles and
reptiles in London's famous zoo.
The family in which Joan belonged didn't ex-
actly favor the predilection of its youngest mem-
ber for crawling things when that first slimy,
glassy-eyed creature was introduced into their
happy home. But Joan was a positive little per-
son. She made it plain that her motto was "Love
me, love my snakes!" and presently the whole
Proctor clan progressed from abhorrence to in-
difference. They could put their hands into a
presumably empty vase on the living-room table,
touch the cold coil of a snake and not fall in a
faint.
From indifference, the Proctors went on until
they began to share Joan's uncanny affection for
creeping things, and now her home would not be
home without at least three boa constrictors
draping themselves about the furniture.
When Joan was seventeen she read her first
paper about snakes before the Royal Zoological
Society—a paper that attracted serious attention.
A few years later she became the unsalaried as-
sistant of the curator of reptiles at the British
Museum of Natural History—truly a labor of
love. In the museum laboratory she worked and
studied amid hundreds of jars and bottles con-
taining creeping things. And all the time at
home she watched over the boas, the bushmasters,
the asps and the black snakes that succeeded each
other at home as the darlings of her heart.
So it was that when the council of the Royal
Zoological Society found it necessary to engage a
new custodian for its great collection of living
reptiles, Joan, whose paper on snakes read before
that august body so early in her career had made
such an impression, was unanimously decided
upon as the logical recipient of the honor.

"It's a very simple thing to get on with rep-
tiles of any sort," says the new curator, illus-
trating her point by using one of her favorite
poisonous-tongued friends as a neckpiece. "By
using a handkerchief to make sure of my grip
on his tail, he can't get too playful, you see. The
dear things do love to twist themselves about
people's necks, and then sometimes they squeeze
too hard." Which, it may be clearly seen, is not
so good for the neck.
"Kindness and real understanding are back of
success with snakes," decrees the only woman
occupant of a position of such scientific note in
Great Britain.

So great is the confidence reposed in this
young woman by those who know that she
is not only to care for the huge creeping things
of the jungle, but has been empowered to design
the new home for reptiles at the London Zoological
Gardens, and is now engaged in deciding just
where, what and how big the quarters for her
favorites shall be.
"Woman snake-charmer!" shrieked local news-
paper headlines, when this announcement was
made.
"I'm not!" contradicted Miss Proctor, showing
a surprising little glint in her eyes—a glint that
may be the secret of her power over the descend-
ants of that serpent that tempted Eve.
"You might call me a 'snake-keeper,' if you
will, but not a snake-charmer. Do you know
what a snake-charmer is? Some queer voodoo
sort of person with supernatural powers. Of
course, I'm not that! It's so easy to get on with
snakes. Why, if you've learned the way to deal
with a two-foot garter snake you know how to
cope with an eight-foot python! They are all so
much alike." The foster-mother of London's rep-
tiles caressed the flat head of the amazingly
powerful boa constrictor just then draped about
her neck.
A neck, Miss Proctor explains, is an ideal
"warmer" for a tropical snake. There's nothing
he likes better than to coil about it. Coping
with Mr. Boa in this case means keeping a firm
grip on head and tail so that his enthusiasm
the human heater doesn't carry him too far.
There are many problems for this little wo-
man with the big nerve to solve, for snakes who
come from other lands as captives are likely to
behave as erratically as human beings under
similar circumstances. They go on hunger strikes.
They commit suicide. They demand one certain
kind of food—usually expensive and difficult to
obtain—and that only will they swallow.
How to combat this suicide tendency in rep-
tiles will probably engross Miss Proctor as it en-
grosses most curators of these temperamental
creatures. Raymond L. Ditmars, of the New
York Zoo, reports that a continual offender in this
regard is the bushmaster.

TORONTO
STAR
PRESS