Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1893-01-18
REAL FUN AT THE CIRCUS.
1t Is Enjoyed by the Man Who Goes
There Because He Likes 1t.

Blessed be the man who went to the
circus for the circus sake! eXclaims a
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 a
sniff of the sawdust ring does not
start the sluggish blood in his veins
afresh. There is something from the
quick-tingered man in the ticket wagon
to the clatter of the busy workmen TAX
ing the tents down away in the dead
hour of the nj ght that brings back a
sweet recollection of happier time and
u wish that it all could be lived over
again. There is even more than that.
The loud crash of music as the camels
and gorgeously caparisoned horses
come in at first brings bit of the real
old feeling to the breast of the man who
carried water TO the elephant thirty
years ago
When life was like story, holding neither sob
nor sigh
In the golden olden glory of the days gone by
Why not be a boy again for an after
noon or for one of those glittering
evenings under the great dust-colored
canopy that is so big that one wonders
how it is ever put up and taken down
again in so short time? Why not
MUNICH peanuts and laugh at the clowns
just the same as if your hair were in
brown ringlets, matted by perspiration
to brow none too clean, instead of
the gray, struggling locks that it is?
Get up on 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
children about you and be boy againl
Look through the menagere 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. II
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, to, 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 been since the first days OF
the croSs-country exhibition. 1t Is an
American institution that we are all
proud of.