Don Bragg and Theresa, the girl he would marry, were a couple of small-town high-school kids back in Penns Grove, N.J. in the 1940s. On Saturday nights, they would sit together in the dark at the Broad Theater or the Graves Theater, and they never missed a show when a Tarzan movie was on the bill.

Johnny Weismuller, the great Olympic swimming star, might have played Tarzan in the movies, but in the backroads of his mind, Don Bragg wasTarzan right down to the chest-thumping, deep-throated yell that always preceded good’s triumph over evil in every Weismuller film.

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