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| the stories: Snake Charmer Arthur Borella, Clown The Flying Wards Reporter in Tights Elephant Trainer Tight Wire Dress Rehearsal
"Up, Billy," said the trainer, and the docile creature reared. He towered above me, a balanced rock of flesh, threatening to descend at any moment and leave a grease spot on the floor in place of me... They were now shooing the last of the spectators out of the menagerie. The elephants who but a few moments before had been conveying peanuts to their red, three-cornered mouths, were being transformed into a durbar. An oriental princess rocked gently back and forth from a curtained howdah on the back of Trilby. I was shoved along thru a crowd of painted clowns—one of them with big, false feet—toward the main entrance. Here I sidestepped to avoid the business end of a trick mule. I caromed into a team of llamas, and, on the rebound, knocked over a Japanese wrestler, who emitted a hissing sound. An ugly camel bared its teeth and made a lunge at me. I noticed that most of the performers avoided both the elephants and camels. The band struck up "The Sheik," and the oriental pageant was on. I marched with the Bedouin spear carriers... (read the whole article) photo: Paul T. Gilbert of the Post is shown in the picture with Billy Sunday*, a firm believer in Mr. Volstead's amendment to the constitution. *Billy Sunday, the elephant's namesake, was an outspoken evangelist who supported the Volstead Act, an expansion of prohibition to include such drinks as beer and wine. www.bertramstories.com | |||||