What a free show it was when Fredddy Logan and those four elephnats pulled the center poles up and then pulled the big top up to the peaks. And to hear the bale ring pulleys squeaking as they pulled that massive tent up. It was what we called in Texas, pack a sack lunch and stay all day. Harry
Bee had quite a rep around there. In Bridgeport, Connecticut, Tommy Napoli and I witnessed Bee doing a death dance with Billy Cox under her feet. Billy scrambled free unhurt and Bee was managed, but her murderous intent was chilling.
This photo can reflect that there are times indeed when ass-busting, hardscrabble circus men are less than welcoming to the random photographer. One hapless shutterbug, visiting a show I was on, came to the front office wiping blood from his nose. He had snapped shots of some of the boys around their sleeper trucks, ignoring their protests. The day manager explained these trucks often are private homes, and the occupants' privacy had been invaded. The visitor claimed prior permission. The manager quietly inquired, "Did they sign a release"?
I recall Robert in the early 70's performing with Ola and Konti. Two great elephants. Robert always claimed that he was not a performer...just a animal guy.
The angriest I ever saw Cap get was at Lake George in 1974. We played right at the lakeside and someone had brought several elephants out into the deeper water.
Long story short, they periscoped up and played catch me if you can. Robert had left the show by then but, "Little Bobby" did have a bath that day.
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The other fellow is a canvas guy well knwn on the show called "Six pack".
“Hi guys - did you get my note about today’s elephant race?”
What a free show it was when Fredddy Logan and those four elephnats pulled the center poles up and then pulled the big top up to the peaks.
And to hear the bale ring pulleys squeaking as they pulled that massive tent up.
It was what we called in Texas, pack a sack lunch and stay all day.
Harry
Wasn't that fellow on the right
the guy who Bee knocked down and
pinned against the ring curb
I think those were the snatch
blocks squealing Harry
Bee had quite a rep around there. In Bridgeport, Connecticut, Tommy Napoli and I witnessed Bee doing a death dance with Billy Cox under her feet. Billy scrambled free unhurt and Bee was managed, but her murderous intent was chilling.
This photo can reflect that there are times indeed when ass-busting, hardscrabble circus men are less than welcoming to the random photographer. One hapless shutterbug, visiting a show I was on, came to the front office wiping blood from his nose. He had snapped shots of some of the boys around their sleeper trucks, ignoring their protests. The day manager explained these trucks often are private homes, and the occupants' privacy had been invaded. The visitor claimed prior permission. The manager quietly inquired, "Did they sign a release"?
I recall Robert in the early 70's performing with Ola and Konti. Two great elephants. Robert always claimed that he was not a performer...just a animal guy.
The angriest I ever saw Cap get was at Lake George in 1974.
We played right at the lakeside and someone had brought several elephants out into the deeper water.
Long story short, they periscoped up and played catch me if you can.
Robert had left the show by then but, "Little Bobby" did have a bath that day.
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