Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
I feel kind of sorry for the poor little young ones that grow up and
never know what a clown is like. Oh, yes, they have them to-day, after a
fashion. They stub their toes and fall down the same as ever, but there
is a whole mob of them and you can't take the interest in them that you
could in “the one, the only, the inimitable” clown there used to be, a
character of such importance that he got his name on the bills. He was a
mighty man in those days. The ring-master was a kind of stuck-up fellow,
very important in his own estimation, but he didn't have a spark of
humor. Not a spark. And he'd be swelling around there, all so grand,
and the clown, just to take him down a peg or two, would ask him a
conundrum. And do you think he could ever guess one? Never. Not a one.
And when the clown would tell him what the answer was, he'd be so vexed
at himself that he'd try to take it out on the poor clown, and cut at
him with his long whip. But Mr. Clown was just as spry in his shoes as
he was under the hat, and he'd hop up on the ring-side out of the way,
and squall out: “A-a-aah! Never touched me!” We had that for a byword.
Oh, you'd die laughing at the comical remarks he'd make. And he'd be so
quick about it. The ring-master would say something, and before you'd
think, the clown would make a joke out of it.... I wish I could remember
what it was he said that was so funny, the time he started crying. Seems
to me it was something about his little brother.... Well, no matter.
Yes, sir, there are heads of families to-day, I'll bet you, that have
grown up without ever having heard a clown sing a comic song, and ask
the audience to join in the chorus. And if you say to such people: “Here
we are again, Mr. Merryman,” or “Bring on another horse,” or “What will
the little lady have now? the banners, my lord?” they look at you so
funny. They don't know what you mean, and they don't know whether to get
huffy or not. Well, I suppose it had to be that the Funny Old Clown with
all his songs, and quips, and conundrums, and comical remarks should
disappear. Perhaps he “didn't pay.”
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