Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A repeat of one of yesterday's photos.


Scan10204, originally uploaded by bucklesw1.

In response to the comment below from Anonymous, I have returned this picture to it's original state, possibly shedding a little more light on the subject.
Buckles


My recollection is that this might be Sells-Floto about 1931, or at least some time after the show quit daily parading. I'd bet that the image appears in one of Joe Bradbury's many great season review articles in "White Tops." They pulled the air calliope off the band stand and placed it in a baggage wagon for parade. The front compartment, light duty walls and lack of a lifting rig suggest that this wasn't a canvas wagon. The player and his assistant would have been eating the fumes from the gas engine powering the blower.
Anonymous

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Interesting though the calliope may be, what I really want to know is whether Jack Russell's Market sold terrier meat or merely meat for terriers?

Anonymous said...

I blew this photo up and it looks like the back half of a jack wagon with the up rights in the stake pockets and the loops on top of them.
Looks like some type of signage for a tire company maybe hanging on the uprights. It could be the wagon that was used to carry the canvas elephant seal tank in the back with the front half of the wagon made to house the transfer pump.
P.J.Holmes

24-HOUR-MAN said...

My Jack Russell doesn't need a meat market, he'll take your hand, foot, arm, leg, anything he can get hold of.
I tell people if he is in the yard, do not come in, he "WILL" bite!!!!

Wade G. Burck said...

Billy,
My Jack Russel ruptured a disc in his back 2 years ago, and after 1000's of dollars of surgery they wouldn't guarantee he would walk. Walk!!! He goes at strangers, looking like a trailer that has lost it's sway bars. He has the mobility to dash between the legs and come up behind for an ambush nip at the ankles. A truly jazzed up breed. LOL
Wade

Anonymous said...

Our older Jack Xena always saw herself as the Cindy Crawford of the dog world. Strangers were (and still are) obligated to admire her and to pet her until she spots a new "mark." With family however the slightest transgression will result in her administering a "correction." My mother usually had at least five Jacks, and as a "pack" they enforced a fierce territorial claim to the house and yard. How my brother Lew has done so well with his Jack Russell in agility competition is beyond me. I think both his Russell and his border collie are bug nuts, but they're certainly smart and fast.

Ben