Dogs in the act #1

On my return in the Spring of 1959 I was immediately thrust into the act in what turned out to be a harrowing experience when confronted with the facts of just how little I knew. During the performance my dad would yell instructions from outside the ring and on occasion step inside, take the  bullhook and say "Dammit!.....this is what I mean!" I remember overhearing one Shriner saying to another, "Nice elephant act this year but I wonder why that guy is ranting and throwing things around outside the ring?"