Jim A. sent me this picture of the late Bobby Gibbs, taken in Baraboo.
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Wow--this brings back memories! I was playing in the band the day the zebra ran that chariot into the tent pole. Peter Sturgis was the ringmaster. We just kept playing. :)
I heard about the runaway zebra from Jimmy Hall who was at CWM with his bear act. Evidently the zebra was quite calm but had an aversion to the ring. By the time the zebra stopped he was down the hill a tied to a tractor.
Wouldn't you like to see a video of Bobby sailing through the tent in this costume -- only funny because everyone lived to tell the tale.
When we were in Baraboo the tent was up the hill next to the Library, a pretty good walk from where the house trailers were parked. Bobby was always trying to get a horse as a means of transportation back and forth and if all went well, maybe even work thr camels from horseback. One day Chico and I were working the elephant ride when we observed Bobby trudging up the hill covered with water and mud, even somewhat bloodied, cowboy hat soaked and wilted. As he passed he said "Don't you bastards say a word!". Later we learned that someone had delivered a horse to try out but due to his weight Bobby was unable to mount up. There was a drainage ditch nearby which Bobby decided to lead him down into and then he mounted from ground level. This went well until the horse, still in the ditch, suddenly smelled the elephants, reared up and went over backwards on top of Bobby. Needless to say, everything was in pandemonium, the horse with all four hooves straight up, everyone yelling and trying to get him off Bobby. The next day Jimmy Hall found a hobby horse, removed the head and tail and placed them on an old golf cart he had and then placed it by the door of Bobby's trailer. Bobby didn't think it was so funny.
My favorite Bobby Gibbs story had to be the one he told about the late night scary movie, (which always terrified him, why he would watch them is beyond me), the gun, and the cat. Rosa’s cat scratching at the window. Nuff said.
Bobby was down in Mexico a lot and seemed to know everyone there. The last story he told had to do with one of the cicus owners who took a sizeable show down to South America that was quite successful. So much so that one evening "El Presidente" himself visited and was so impressed that afterward told the owner that this was the best circus he had ever seen and even planned on naming it the country's "National Circus". The owner thanked him profusely saying that next year he would bring down an even better show whereas El Presidente explained "You are not going anywhere! This is now the National Circus!". The owner went back to Mexico empty handed.
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Wow--this brings back memories! I was playing in the band the day the zebra ran that chariot into the tent pole. Peter Sturgis was the ringmaster. We just kept playing. :)
I heard about the runaway zebra from Jimmy Hall who was at CWM with his bear act. Evidently the zebra was quite calm but had an aversion to the ring. By the time the zebra stopped he was down the hill a tied to a tractor.
Wouldn't you like to see a video of Bobby sailing through the tent in this costume -- only funny because everyone lived to tell the tale.
When we were in Baraboo the tent was up the hill next to the Library, a pretty good walk from where the house trailers were parked.
Bobby was always trying to get a horse as a means of transportation back and forth and if all went well, maybe even work thr camels from horseback.
One day Chico and I were working the elephant ride when we observed Bobby trudging up the hill covered with water and mud, even somewhat bloodied, cowboy hat soaked and wilted. As he passed he said "Don't you bastards say a word!".
Later we learned that someone had delivered a horse to try out but due to his weight Bobby was unable to mount up. There was a drainage ditch nearby which Bobby decided to lead him down into and then he mounted from ground level.
This went well until the horse, still in the ditch, suddenly smelled the elephants, reared up and went over backwards on top of Bobby.
Needless to say, everything was in pandemonium, the horse with all four hooves straight up, everyone yelling and trying to get him off Bobby.
The next day Jimmy Hall found a hobby horse, removed the head and tail and placed them on an old golf cart he had and then placed it by the door of Bobby's trailer.
Bobby didn't think it was so funny.
My favorite Bobby Gibbs story had to be the one he told about the late night scary movie, (which always terrified him, why he would watch them is beyond me), the gun, and the cat. Rosa’s cat scratching at the window. Nuff said.
Bobby Gibbs & guns.
Somebody needs to tell the doniker story when he put a hole in the roof.
How about "The Great Stagecoach Robbery"
Bobby was down in Mexico a lot and seemed to know everyone there. The last story he told had to do with one of the cicus owners who took a sizeable show down to South America that was quite successful.
So much so that one evening "El Presidente" himself visited and was so impressed that afterward told the owner that this was the best circus he had ever seen and even planned on naming it the country's "National Circus".
The owner thanked him profusely saying that next year he would bring down an even better show whereas El Presidente explained "You are not going anywhere! This is now the National Circus!".
The owner went back to Mexico empty handed.
Maybe this is where Gene Garner disappeared to. I would bet Bobby is really enjoying the storys being told about him now. He was very well liked.
I BELIEVE THE SAME THING HAPPENED TO THE STEBBING CIRCUS, IT BECAME THE VEVEZUELAN NATIONAL CIRCUS!
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