| Bandwagon Discussion Convention Logos Photos Publications Research History Routes Ads-Titles Humor Search Links |
Bandwagon, December, 1952. Note: Only some articles are included in this online edition. Illustrations are not included. The Circus Historical Society does not guarantee the accuracy of information contained in the information in these online articles. Information should always be checked with additional sources.
The following is a description of Barnum's sacred elephant, now in London: Height, 7 ft., 6 in.; age, 15 years; weight, 6,400 lbs.; and color as follows: The entire trunk from the free end to a point about three inches above the eyes is a flesh-color. The tips of the ears and upper portions of both fore-legs are likewise a flesh-color, with spots of the same tint, eight to ten inches in diameter, on the back and sides and on the tail. The rest of the body of the animal is several shades lighter than the ordinary elephants, and resembles a slate or ash color. Its tusks are beautifully formed, white, and project nearly two feet, while the toes are very light, nearly pink, and the eyes a light yellowish hazel. A marked feature of the beast deserving special mention is the tail, which reaches to the ground.
Among those out at the circus yesterday, savoring again an atmosphere that is a mixture of hurried glitter and the stable, was a wiry little man who had traveled with circuses when they went by gilded wagon and were lit by oil lamps.
He was 62-year-old Fred Thompson, former circus musician, clown and press agent, and now a resident of Clarkston, Ga. When he was 16, Fred was playing a trombone in the orchestra of First Methodist Church of Madison, Ga.
Then one day old Judge H. W. Baldwin stopped Fred's anxious father on the street and told him bluntly, "I knew that boy of yours never would amount to anything. You taught him how to play the trombone and now he's gone off with the circus."
Fred had left with his parents' reluctant blessing. He has no regrets, although in those days the circus people were a hard lot and some owners sold concessions to pickpockets on a percentage basis.
"Those times are over," he interposed. "Circus folks today are the finest people in the world - I mean it. They don't have time to be bad."
One of the earliest circuses he traveled with was that of Rose Killian, a tall, skinny woman who could cower a drunken roustabout with a look, or at least with a look and a tent pin, and "with a heart as tender as a chicken."
Rose had a wagon show. When she neared a town she would halt her red and gold-leafed wagons and march up and down them like a drill master, lining them up for the great parade. And they would roll down the dusty road with a blare of trumpets. There were very few hearts in small towns that didn't quiver in response.
Rose would stand in the lead wagon and wave flatteringly to the town merchants, in the doorways of their stores, and call them by their first names, and shout hoarsely, "Boys, it's even bigger and better this year!"
Mr. Thompson worked for Barnum and Bailey, Hagenbeck and Wallace, the Robinson Shows, and Charlie Sparks' circus.
"They put me to plugging the press," he explained his wanderings, "and I'd get some good publicity for a show and bring in a straw house and another outfit would come along and offer me a better proposition."
He added that a straw house got its name from the habit of laying straw in front of the regular seats when a circus was sold out. Additional customers could be accommodated there. The practice was discontinued after a horse racing around the tent in the traditional Ben Hur spectacle threw a shoe and injured a small boy. His family sued and collected $25,000, as Mr. Thompson recalls it.
Press Agenting for an old-time and uninhibited circus was a personally exciting and hazardous business, he said with a sigh.
"I'd be sitting in a picnic chair in a tent, beating a small typewriter on a trunk, and an aerialist and his wife would get to fussing and she'd throw a pan or something at him and I'd duck and keep on writing what I was writing about them - what a beautiful love story they were."
On another occasion, a tiger escaped from the steel runway to the arena and slithered through the legs of Mr. Thompson, who was loitering in the wings. "He was just scared of all the people," he said, making it sound so like an ordinary incident that I started not to use it in this column. "He was looking for a place to hide. His trainer found him under the flap of the tent and rolled him up in a net."
Mr. Thompson is spending his retirement in the rather prosaic work of writing books and magazine articles about circus life, and, presumably, does not have to draw too much upon his imagination.
A big show in a Big way in a Big Top.
That is the most apt description of Chipperfield's Circus, which opened its touring season on Midsummer Common yesterday - the first performances of a week's stay there.
One might also add that the whole goes with a Big Bang, particularly the sensational final item, by Les Raluys, in which a man and girl are shot together from a big cannon, landing in a net on the other side of the ring. If the bang doesn't take your breath away, the flight of the human cannonballs will.
Tiger Rides An Elephant
For the rest, this first-class circus has all the usual acts and several not so usual. In the latter class comes Ranee, a tiger who rides on the back of the beast's native enemy, an elephant.
A whole collection of animals show their paces and their tricks. A group of polar and grizzly bears performs cleverly. One of the “grizzlies" turns head over heels with the greatest of ease. There is a touch of comedy in their final act, in which they go down a slide. One grizzly is most reluctant to make his exit.
Next come a number of African lions, looking and sounding as fearsome as the tigers. They, too, obeyed their trainer well.
Horses and circuses are, of course, inseparable. Even here Chipperfield's produce the original touch. Usually the animals shown are lithe types, but here one of the troupes consists of heavy Percherons. They display a skittishness not usually associated - fortunately - with horses whose normal function is drawing carts.
Unusual, too, are the sleek and lovely palominos, the only stud of these beautiful Canadian horses in Europe. Delightful Shetland ponies also show their cleverness, while the only group of Zebras in Britain display complete accuracy in sorting themselves out according to the numbers on their harness.
Dancing Horses
A polished high school riding act is a picture of grace, while a “cowboy round-up" brings plenty of action. One must not forget, incidentally, the horse which dances the foxtrot, polka and samba.
Even elephants dance in this circus. Two of ten shown in the ring at the same time do quite a skilful valeta. Another does a "hand stand" on his two front feet. Yet another carries a girl round the ring by holding her head in his mouth.
At the other end of the size scale are the performing poodles, who walk upright and do a skipping act enmasse. Some of the dogs, too, prove efficient bare-back riders - though not displaying quite the agility of the girl who presents a clever performance of trick-riding earlier in the show.
Mention must be made, too, of the cleverness of the performing sea-lions, one of which "walks" a horizontal bar hanging on by his front flippers only. Another juggles, a third plays an enthusiastic if not altogether tuneful solo on a series of motor horns.
Thrills In Mid-Air
Thrilling performances by acrobats, trapeze artists and wirewalkers have their part in this typical circus. A young couple swing nonchantly at the top of the tent and end their show with a spinechilling, electrifying finale. The Great Arturos performs gymnastics at the top of a fifty-foot swaying pole. The Dresslers do incredible things on the high wire; one stands on his head on it; another rides a cycle over it, two more cross each other in "mid-wire."
A whirlwind group of tumblers show tremendous energy and skill, while the Ortonis bring comedy and cleverness to a horizontal bar act.
Mention of comedy brings us to the clowns. A troupe of midgets keep the audience vastly entertained with their antics in between the main items, while Les French, a clown duo, fool in first-class style with a variety of musical instruments. They are both clever and comical.
And finally there is Jackie Sloan, who walks on high stilts as easily as we walk on our two feet.
The show is most slickly presented, with each item timed so that it ends at the ideal moment when one would willingly see more of it.
S.J.A.
No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or means
The Circus Historical Society does not guarantee the accuracy of information contained in the information in these online articles. Information should always be checked with additional sources.
Last modified December 2005.
without written permission of the author and the Circus Historical Society, Inc.