Saturday, January 08, 2011

More 1947 National Geographic #10


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Posted by Buckles at 1/08/2011 05:42:00 AM

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Let to right: Clay, Rose and Bobby Behee.

08 January, 2011 08:52
JACKIE said...

I agree. Jackie

08 January, 2011 12:51
JACKIE said...

Rose and Eileen were Sullivans sisters. Eileen maried Harold Voice. Rose had had several husbands, I can not remember them all. I know that in her performing retirement years she worked for the Metropolitan Opera house in wardrobe for many years and was dearly loved and respected. She saved my life when as a yougster I was to meet Dick Anderson after the show in his car and we were going to go to eat in some local restaurant near the tracks. While waiting he handed me a bottle of Mexican Tacilla (spelling) that he has purchased I think across the border in San Antonio. While waiting, I did no know what it was, I was about 16 then, so I just picked up the bottle and started drinking from it. It tasted different to me, but after a few swallows I began to like it. When Did was finally ready and came back for me, I had finished about half the bottle. Needless to say it did take effect on me and Dick could see it. We did not go to the restaurant, but he took me back to my car. Near the car we ran into Rose Behee and she could see a disaster beginning to happen. I had alkohol poisening. She made Dick hold me there and ran for some spitits of amonia or something like that and
it brought it up. When I went into the car to my berth my dad became suspicious when I came back through the vestible went in to the doniker and tried to get back to my berth with loads of toilet paper. Boy was I sick the next day. My father's advice to me was, you can miss the clown numbers,but be sure you make all the productions numbers as that is where they'll notice your missing. I took his advice and poor Dick wa afraid my Dad would be angree at him for all of this , but not my Dad. Well, like Dad said. " You learned a great lesson that I could have never taught you." Those were the happy day, Love, Jackie LeClaire

08 January, 2011 16:26
Dick Flint said...

To Jackie LeClaire,
Delightful story but I'm sure not so delightful at the time! Did you share your berth with someone who had to endure your agony that night?
The Sullivan sisters were from Holyoke or Springfield, Mass. but I can't remember how they got in the business. Was their father an old flyer? I recall hearing of a "Soda" Sullivan? Any help you can provide will be welcomed.
I must say it is always a delight when you comment on this wonderful blog.
Dick Flint
Baltimore

08 January, 2011 20:58
Frank Ferrante said...

I did something similar but with a fifth of Vodka while with Ringling in '72. Stayed in the open vestibule from Bakersfield to Fresno that night leaving a trail all the way. That was the LAST time I got drunk. (Some of life's lessons can come pretty cheap... I think it was about $6.79 back then.) ~frank

09 January, 2011 03:00
JACKIE said...

Dick, now that you mention about me sharing a berth brings back some memories. It had to be 1945 as that year I was in an upper berth alone. 1944 I shared a lower berth with Gunther Wallenda, as we had become friends during rehearsals in Sarasota. I now remember that Rose had had a husband, who was later on the show in concessions, named Shakey Legs Murphy I believe. I don't remember how they got into circus business,that would be interesting to know. Flying is not an easy task and you don't pick it up onvernite. They must have gotten in some flying group to learn. They were both real neat people, but neither of timed were pretty worldly wise, great with tough love. Jackie LeClaire

09 January, 2011 22:47

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