. Theatrical and circus life;. ily until I was stuckas full of carpet tacks as a boiled ham is of cloves at apastry-cooks ball. Then they took me out of thenet, picked the tacks out of my back, and stood meup, weak and exhausted, according to instructions, infront of the throne. The candidate, said the High Muck-a-Muck, has given satisfactory evidence of his fortitude andendurance, and we are now prepared to receive himforever into our number as an Elk. Let him takethe oath and kiss the branching antlers. The oath was administered and I saluted the antlerswith my lips as fervently as I could u
. Theatrical and circus life;. ily until I was stuckas full of carpet tacks as a boiled ham is of cloves at apastry-cooks ball. Then they took me out of thenet, picked the tacks out of my back, and stood meup, weak and exhausted, according to instructions, infront of the throne. The candidate, said the High Muck-a-Muck, has given satisfactory evidence of his fortitude andendurance, and we are now prepared to receive himforever into our number as an Elk. Let him takethe oath and kiss the branching antlers. The oath was administered and I saluted the antlerswith my lips as fervently as I could under the circum-stances. Now remove the blindfold. The handkerchief was removed from my eyes and Isaw â nothing. But I was an Elk. I have seen many candidates initiated into this Ordersince that time, but I have never seen any such pro-ceeding as that here described, which leads me to in-fer that some friends, and among them Jughandle, putup a job on me and used me a little roughly, for thesake of the sport it afforded (512) THE CIRCUS WORLD. CHAP TEE XXXVIII. THE CIECUS IS HERE. A disengaged canvasman who was probablydriven to poetry for lack of other work wrote the fol-lowing spring verses which were published in the NewYork Clipper: â In the spring the gorgeous banners float upon the circus tent, And the active agents fancies on advances all are bent. In the spring the bounding brothers try some new and daring games,While the opposition fakirs call each other awful names. In the spring the sideshow-blowers, with their never-failing tongues,Pump out paralyzing language from their copper-fastened the spring the fair Circassian, with her every hair on end,Leaves again her native Brooklyn, on the road her steps to wend. In the spring ye candy-butcher shows confections old and tough,While the gentle lemonadist juggles with the same old the spring ye merry jester learns conundrums bright and new(Dug up by the Christy Minstrels in the year of 52). In the
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