Saturday, October 07, 2006

Pat Anthony 1964 (Jim Cole Collection)


"The Friendly Neighborhood Wild Man" and the jaws of death.

Today's pictures bring back pleasant memories. I trouped with everyone here.

Posted by Buckles at 10/07/2006 06:34:00 AM

9 comments:

Down the Road by Jim said...

Now that's a title to have in front of one's name -- I can relate to that --- I'm not to good at this -- is that Pat Anthony ? I met him at the Schlitz showgrounds many years ago --he was very warm and friendly to a kid photographer

07 October, 2006 08:58
Down the Road by Jim said...

Buckles -- I just saw the title above the picture -- DUH -- please delete my comments , so I don't sound real dopey -- thanks Jim

07 October, 2006 09:00
Anonymous said...

Too late. Everybody has seen it now.-BJ

07 October, 2006 10:29
Anonymous said...

Gee Gee and others always lovingly referred to him as Pat Agony.

07 October, 2006 15:26
Anonymous said...

Injest and respect Jacobs was called Terrible Terrel, Beatty as Pig Iron Shorty And Dangerous Dick Clemons.

07 October, 2006 15:30
Anonymous said...

What a joyful surprise to see the pictures you had on your blog this A.M. Thanks Jimmy. Thanks Buckles and Bob Hope sums it up best, THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES. we thought it would never end.

07 October, 2006 16:44
Anonymous said...

Pat and I had the same teachers at the Compound, but Pat went me one better--he had Chubby Guilfoyle, whom I sadly never met. When he came to Pomona, Roy Kabat, Jungleland's tyrannical mis-manager, refused to sell him meat. Uncle Ben told me to take him all I wanted. I loaded my station wagon's back end so heavy, Okie and I drove to the fairgrounds with my headlights searching the night skies. I had over 1,600 lbs. with me, and Bill Johnston was very grateful. We all took turns discussing Roy Kabat, and then went and enjoyed the show.

07 October, 2006 17:52
Anonymous said...

Rex Williams remembered first hearing of Beatty as, "A hundred miles of tunnel, and ten tons of props...here comes Scrap-Iron Shorty!"

Darlene was just a little girl when they walked by Beatty one day, and she called out, "Hello, Scrap-Iron Shorty!", and Rex said he couldn't find a place to look.

Some show had Prof. Keller in, and with his permission, dropped a microphone into his cage to pick up his soothing, quiaet words to his animals while he worked. They thought this was a wonderful idea, and dropped another mic the next year, when they booked Dick Clemens. Buses of nuns had brought kids from nearby parocial schools to fill the building. When Clemens came on the loudspeakers were blaring out his wild invective as the building people scrambled to find the cut-off switch.

07 October, 2006 18:00
Anonymous said...

I first met Pat when I filled in for him for a month on the Miller Johnson circus, with the tiger act that Roger Smith is familiar with, back in the "old days". The second time was in Mexico City, when I had the 3 (Left Minnesota with five, arrived in Mexico City with 3?????) Carson and Barnes baby elephants. The last show the Mexican ringmaster told the crowd the Mr. Anthony was deaf, and could not hear applause, but to wave white bandanas at the end of the act, to show their appreciation. Pat had a wonderful bouncing lioness named Momma, that always brought the croud to it's feet. He bounced her so many times that night that she refused to ever charge again, and still couldn't get a response. When the bandanas came out after the act, and he found out what had been done, it took myself and 4 others to pull him off the poor Ringmaster. The poor man didn't realize that the gun rammed in his forehead had blanks. I am grateful I knew him, and he was always very kind and helpful to me. One of the greats, that sometimes are forgotten. Wade Burck

08 October, 2006 09:06

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