Lions 'n' tigers 'n' everything

I remember, rather distinctly, the first time I ever went into the steel arena. I was to meet three lions and an equal number of tigers, all full grown, and unintroduced, so far...

All the romance about a circus isn’t confined to its sprawled tents, its beauty and rhythm of performance, its life of the padroom and dressing tents, its screaming calliope, br...

Once upon a time I saw a gang fight, down in the gas-house district of New York. The street had been quiet a moment before, save for two men walking toward each other, and a gro...

The circus was in the “cracker neck” district; out at the front gates, there was quarreling and bickering, as time after time the inner ticket takers stretched a hand toward som...

Night on the circus lot. The big top, shadowy, dim, even in the glare of the electric arcs atop the ticket wagon, had fallen, now to lay, a flattened mushroom upon the ground, w...

A circus is a great place for natural development. There’s not much “book learnin’,” it’s true; but practicability is a thing which is understood to the last degree. The sidesho...

One drizzly, murky day last spring, a heavily loaded freighter pushed a course through the fog toward New York, then brought up clumsily at quarantine. A tug approached in cocky...

Continuing the subject of elephants, I remember a pre-season conference last winter where a circus owner got a new idea. Around the table were the press representatives, the gen...

Please forgive a garrulity when the subject is elephants and the narrator a circus man. They are so many-sided, these pachyderms, so lovable, so exasperating and so fearful, tha...