--> “Pa and I put in a good deal of time during the afternoon
and evening performances in the dressing-room, near the door leading to the
main tent. That is the nearest to being in an insane asylum of any place I was
ever in. The performers get ready for their several acts in bunches or
families, all in one spot, and they act serious and jaw each other, and each
bunch acts as though their act was all there was to the show, and if it was cut
out for any reason, the show would have to lay up for the season, when in fact
each one is only a cog in the great wheel, and if one cog should slip, the
wheel would turn just the same. These people never smile before they go in the
ring, but just act as though too much depended on them to crack a smile. When a
bunch is called to go in the ring, they all look at each other as though it was
the parting of the ways, and they clasp hands and go out of the dressing-room
as though walking on eggs. When they get in the ring they look around to see if
all eyes are upon them, and bow to people who are looking at something going on
in another ring, and who don’t see them, and then they go through their
performance with everybody looking somewhere else.
When the act is over the audience seems glad, and clap their
hands because they are polite, and it don’t cost anything to clap hands, and
the performers turn some more flip flaps, and go running out to the
dressing-room, and take a peek back into the big tent as though expecting an
encore, but the audience has forgotten them and is looking for the next mess of
performers, and the ones who have just been in go and lie down on straw and
wonder if they can hit the treasurer for an advance on their salaries, so they
can go to a beer garden and forget it all.
An average audience never gets its money’s worth unless some
one is hurt doing some daring act.”
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