Jerry of the circus. Jerry of the circus. Now for Jerry of the circus. Step right in folks, the next show's about to begin. Only 25 cents folks, think of that, one quarter of a dollar to see Belko, the world's strongest man. A 20th century Goliath. Don't push folks, there's room for everybody. What, Belko sure is strong, isn't he? Well now Jerry looks to me as if Randall's picked a pretty good substitute for the bearded lady. I'll say, imagine lifting those weights like that. Say, did you see how his muscles stood out? Well he certainly is a marvelous physical specimen, and does he know it? Don't know as I've ever come across a sideshow performer as proud of himself as this Belko. He did seem to be kind of puffed up like. I'm not talking about his muscles either. Hey rags, come here, stay with us. That's right, now stay right here. You and Bumps and I gotta get dressed pretty soon. I tell ya Jerry, that dog of yours is like a racehorse. He's always ready to go. Bumps? Yes? Did you notice anything funny about the Major this afternoon? No, can't see as I did Jerry. I don't know, but it seemed to me he was awful blunt. You know how cocky he usually is, kids at towners and everything? Come to think of it, the Major was kind of quiet. Yeah, he hardly had a word to say. He hardly didn't get a chance. Belko was so busy telling the crowd how strong he is, he wouldn't even let the speeler finish. Guess he's kind of stealing the Major's stuff. Knowing the Major, I'll bet he'll be beefing the Mr. Handel. Yeah, the poor Major. He no sooner gets rid of the bearded lady than another Amazon comes along to plague him. Amazon? For sure, a giant. That's why Belko is put on the stand next to the Major. It makes the Major look smaller and Belko more like a giant. Oh. Ah gee Bumps, I sure love this Midway. Seems like I never see it anymore. Of course not. You're getting to be too important to the show. What do you mean? Well, the more you got to do around the circus, the less time you have to see much of it. That's right. While I was rehearsing with El Mundo, I didn't get a chance to do anything but eat and sleep and rehearsing. Of course I had to help Witte in between. I guess you kind of wish you were twins now then, huh? I'll say. I'll tell you what, Jerry. Someday maybe we'll just be audience. We'll come in like the rest of the folks and buy our own tickets and see the show from beginning to end. You think you'd like that? And Miss being in it? I should say not. Well, now you're kind of hard to please, huh? Oh, quit kidding, Bumps. You feel the same as me. Of course I do. Hey, Bumps. What is it, Jerry? Did you find out why we didn't get paid this morning? No, no. I haven't seen Mr. Randall or Bennett all day. Kind of funny, isn't it? Oh, guess it's not worth worrying about. Of course we usually get paid in the morning, but... You think we will get paid, don't you? Well, the sign said we'd be paid after the matinee, didn't you? Sure, but... well, it's kind of funny. Well, if Mr. Randall had to put off the time for paying, that's why he had some good reason. Yeah, of course I know that well as anyone. I'm just worried for fear something happened to him. Say, you don't think I'm complaining, do you? Oh, no. That wouldn't be like you, Jerry. Guess Rags and me would go without our salary altogether if it helped Mr. Randall any. I'm sure you would, Jerry. Rags! Say, Rags, now come here. I was cutting into that dog. You better get him, Jerry. I'll head on over to the wagon. Okay, Bumps. I'll get Rags and meet you there. Rags! See that? It's fat, tall, nice, fresh, penis, full of... Rags! ...fucking penis for the elephant. Rags! You bad dog. Spike! Well, I'll be danged if it ain't Jerry. Spike, where on earth did you come from? Why, Spike, I thought you were still in... well, in... I guess you haven't been following the papers much, Jerry. I got out last week. Spike, I'm so glad. Gee whiz, I just can't believe it's really you. Rags seems to know me all right. Say, how long you been here anyhow? Just get here? No. Believe it or not, I joined the circus in Fordham. Fordham? We just slept there last night. Sure thing. I joined up with the outfit the day of the big handicap race. Yesterday. You didn't. Sure did. I asked around for you, but you were so all fired busy with winning the race for that fire horse. You mean you heard about that? I sure did. I was busting with pride to think you were a friend of mine, too. Honest, I just can't get used to your being back with the circus. Me neither. But Jerry, I've been wanting to tell you how grateful I am to you for finding all that out of Platt Platt, you know. Aw, that was nothing. Aw, nothing. It made all the difference getting out of jail. Imagine. You might have been in jail for years, and it wasn't your fault at all. It seems awful. Yeah, I know. I used to be pretty bitter about it, but now I'm not anymore. Did they send Platt to prison? I guess I've been too busy with horse racing to notice the papers much. Yeah, he got 20 years. Say that's fierce. But he sure deserved it. Well, I don't feel so sorry for him, seeing as how he was willing to let an innocent man take his punishment. I should say none. Oh, so you want some attention, too, huh? I wonder what time it is. Seems like the midway back there was kind of quieted down. Oh, I guess about 10 minutes before show. What? Oh, boy, I gotta beat it. See you later, Spike. Rags and me are both performers now, and I gotta make up. So long. All right, step on it, kid. I'll be seeing you. Yeah, and you don't know how glad I am you're back. Bye. Come on, Rags, we gotta run. You sure got a good memory, Rags, remembering Spike like that, and spotting him in all that crowd, too. Sure, I'm proud of you. Yes, I know a good dog when I see one. Well, there's the wagon. Bumps will think we're lost here and now. Hey, Bumps, Jim Bennett and I had to check out. Sorry I'm late. Oh, am I interrupting? Oh, no, no, of course not, Jerry. Come on in, get to work. Well, Jerry, you're getting to be an old timer when you can jump into your makeup at a moment's notice. Yes, sir. I didn't mean to be so late, though, Mr. Randall, but Rags here was... Jerry, I want to finish telling Bumps something. Of course, I wouldn't want to want it to go any further. You want me to go out? Oh, no, no, I'm sure I can trust you not to say anything. I'm explaining to Bumps why I had to put off paying salaries until after the matinee. Oh, now you say this letter came from the authorities in Fordham. Yes, special delivery. Got here in Evansville as soon as we did, but of course, getting the circus up, we didn't have enough time to check the money. Imagine, $700 lost in one day. Sounds like a lot of money. It is, and phony at that. What do you mean, phony? Well, it seems a lot of counterfeit money was passed in Fordham at the fair. All during the week, the authorities found a trickling in. On the last day of the fair, over $700 of counterfeit currency was taken into the fairgrounds alone. Say, that's awful. They must have made a clean-in in Fordham. What with a circus and a fair going on all at the same time. Have they found the guilty people yet? No, no, not yet. Did you get some of the counterfeit money too, Mr. Randall? Well, that's what the Fordham authorities wanted to know on the telegram. How about it, Sam? Well, of course, we banked our money every night. Strange as it may seem, only a couple of counterfeit tens got by Bennett. He's pretty quick and not easy to fool. But you see, the last day's intake, I didn't bank, seeing as we pay off today. We just held the cash over for today's payroll. And so you didn't know until this morning when you checked with the bank whether you'd gotten caught, huh? That's it. What about it, Mr. Randall? Are you all right? Yes, Jerry, luckily I am. A few bad tens trickled in, but considering what the Fordham folks lost, we got off pretty lucky. You're glad of that. So am I. Everyone will get their salary today without more delay. See, I wasn't thinking about us. Oh, I know, Jerry, but now remember, not a word of this to anyone. No use letting a thing like this get around in the circus. I should say not. By dinnertime, the story had grown so we'd never recognize it, and all the folks would be scared to death. Well, as long as everybody's happy, there's no use upsetting them about things. It's my job to keep everything going as smoothly as possible. Well, Rag, you hear that? Of course he does. Rag knows all his cues. Come on, fella. We got work to do in the parade. That's right. Well, we'll have to call you two bumps incorporated. Oh, say, I got an idea, Sam. What is it, Bumps? I'm thinking of training Rags in a bullfight act. Will you let us perform in the ring if Rags can do it? You mean the act your dad did for years? Yeah, the same. And Granddad did it before him. Used to do it in the arenas in Spain between the bullfights. What's that? You tell Jerry, Mr. Randall, Rags and I have got a turn to do it. Well, so long. So long. What kind of an act is he talking about, Mr. Randall? Well, it's an old act, been done for generations. That's one thing about circus acts. They get so famous, they're handed down from father to son again and again. Can outsiders copy them? Oh, yes, but they can't use the original names, and you don't often find them stealing star turns. The name goes with the act, huh? That's it, Jerry. If for some reason someone sells his act to others, the name goes with a turn. Oh, I see. If some other tightrope walkers wanted to do the stunts the Bendinis do, and the Bendinis were willing to sell out, these new people could call themselves the famous Bendini wire walkers, huh? Exactly. Instead of handing down money, circus folks hand down all the things they learned in the business to their children, huh? That's the same idea. Star turns that have become famous all over the world are worth a lot of money to the performer. Oh, I should think so. But what is this bullfight act Bumps wants to teach Rags? Well, it's a grand turn, all right. A dog is dressed up like a bull with a fake head and horns and things. I can just imagine Rags with a lot of stuff over his head. He'd have a fit. Well, it's surprising how soon they get used to it. Then the clown pretends to be a matador and waves a red blanket in front of the dog. Just like they do at real bullfights, huh? Yeah, same thing. Only they put in a lot of comedy. And the act ends up with a bull chasing the clown out of the ring. Oh, that's swell. I can just imagine how silly a clown would look afraid of a tiny bull no bigger than Rags. Well, I guess I better get going. How's your old act coming on, Jerry? Oh, you mean with El Mundo? Say, it's going slick. We're great friends now. He'll let me do almost anything with him. Well, how's your Spanish? Oh, muy bueno. That means very good. It's got to be if I want that Spanish elephant to do what I tell him. Yeah, it's quite a lesson you learned that day you ran away with you and no one knew the Spanish word for stop. I'll say. Oh, say, before you go, Mr. Randall, I got to tell you, I saw Spike on the lot. Oh, that's right. Spike's been a protege of yours, hasn't he? Well, I got him his job with the circus, if that's what you mean. Naturally, I feel kind of, well, kind of... Responsible? Well, that's it. He sure was well of you to hire him back again. Well, he's a good worker. The circus needs men like him. Yeah, but he's been in jail. Well, I know, but you helped prove his innocence, and I'm a pretty good judge of men. I think we can trust him all right. I'm sure of it. I'd like to give worthy men a chance to make good. It's always hard for an ex-convict, guilty or not, to get a job. Why is that, Mr. Randall? Well, you see, son, people think that even if they're honest when they go to prison, that association with other prisoners is likely to make them go wrong when they get out again. Well, I can stake my salary and rags, too, on Spike. I can see Spike's got a good booster, all right. Well, we're pretty lucky to have salary today with all that bad money passed around in Fordham. Seems kind of funny that more didn't come into the circus. Yeah, come to think of it, it is. However, criminals know that circus ticket sellers are pretty smart. They think they have a better chance to fool the towners, huh? Yeah, that's about it. Say, the parade's over. I'd better get into my costume. Yeah, you certainly had. I'd hate to have to fire you. I'll say, you wouldn't do that. I'd fire anyone who didn't do his work properly. Even if the boss himself kept them talking so they forgot? I sure would. Like I said, I'd fire the boss, too, in a case like that. Well, I'll beat it then. It'd sure be tough for us if you got fired. Bye, Mr. Randall. Hello, I'm Jerry. Knock them dead, boy. Little
