The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1892-12-08
REAL FUN AT The CIRCUS.
1t Is Enjoyed by the Man Who Co
There Because He Likes 1t.

Blessed be the man who went to the
circus for the circus sake! exclaims 4
writer in the Kansas City Star. All
! homage to him who went to the big
tents to see the animals and hear the
music and see the performers Just be-
cause he liked them all and wanted to
go. Away with the hypocrite who
went only to please the children. An
American never grows SO old that q
sniff of the sawdust ring does not
start the sluggish blood in his veins
afresh. There is something from the
quickingered man in the ticket wagon
to the clatter of the busy workmen tax
ing the tents down away in the dead
hour of the night that brings back a
sweet recollection of a happier time and
wish that it all could be lived over
again. There is even more than that.
1He loud crash OF EIas.2 as the camels
and gorgeOusIy cHParisoaed horses
come in at first br;uLS 4 bit of the real
old feeling TO the breast oi the man W no
carried water to tile elephant thirty
years ago
When life was like story, holding neither sob
nor sigh
In the golden oldcn glory OF the days gone by.
Why not be a boy again for an after
noon or for one Of those giittering
evenings under the great dust-colored
canopy that Is 50 big that one wonders
how 1t is ever put up and taken down
again in so short Il time? Why not
MUNICH peanuts and laugh at the clowns
just the same as if your hair were III
brown ringlets, matted by perspiration
to brow none too clean, instead of
the gray, struggling locks that it is?
Get up Oh top seat, fill your pockets
with things to eat, buy the programmes
and concert tickets, point to every
thing that comes in, laugh. have a
fear for the daring lady in the trapeze
do all of these things, forget your
shrunken shank and the happy little
chiiaTeE about you and be a boy again!
Look through the menagerie care
fully before passing into the great tent
beyond. See if you can not see familiar
faces behind the bars of the cages that
line the canvas walls. For all YOU know
you carried water to the very same
elephant that is reaching for your
grandson's peanuts. Take sniff of
that oddly smelling dust that belongs
only to the circus and close your eyes
while you dream that you are slipping
in under the seats, with burly canvas
man hot on your heels.
There's always fun in the circus. If
you don't think so, stay away. Don't
go there and next day lay it on the
children. bless their innocent hearts,
with their simple, soul-reposing, glad
belief in everything" The funny old
elephant and the chattering monkeys
are very queer to them. No wonder
that they laugh and then become
frightened by turns. The same old
funny clown is there. too, with the
jokes that you will recall if you will
only listen and not try to appear
bored.
So here's to the circus, with its sham
and its tinsel, its city of dirty tents, its
troupe of Woodworking, travel-stained
men and women, its animals from the
elephants to the monkeys and all that
90 TO make it the greatest show on
earth. May it always be as fruitful
of as much happiness and instruction
as it has beer since the first days of
the cross-couatry exhibition. 1t is an
American institution that we are all
proud Of