A chilly wind was blowing, and a cold, drizzling rain falling, and one of the shivering Egyptians riding a camel bethought him of his sunny native home and said to one of his countrymen, "Bedad, and Oi wish Oi was in Donnegan's joint on T'irteenth Street long enough to put about half a point of the craythur under me shirt," and the sad-eyed Oriental at his left replied, "Py Cott, dot cold vint a man's pack sdrikes like der teyfel, aindt it?" The Mr. Bailey of this show is not, as some people think, Mr. George Bailey of the _Dallas News_. Mr. George Bailey has nothing to do with the circus, except to write their bill posters. At 1 o'clock the doors of the Ethnological Congress were thrown open, and the surging crowd went down into its pants pocket and drew forth the price. The performance in the circus tent began at 2. The animal exhibit was first-class, and many of the boys who had had the d.t.'s recognized some old friends. In the center of the tent was an international bargain counter on which were displayed families of Hindus, Singalese dancers, Fiji Islanders, Ratmaliatmas, Samoans, etc. The Post Man approached an intelligent-looking Samoan and said: "Lovely and sad-hearted exile from the wave-kissed beach of Pacific's coral-stranded isle, dost thou not pine for thy beloved far-off home?" The large Samoan cast a wistful glance at his questioner and said in his sonorous native tongue: "Cut it short, Cully. Yer can't razzle-dazzle me. Get a movelet on your joblots, or I'll give yer a wipe wid dis property battle-axe. See?" This show has the distinction of carrying the most remarkable dwarf in the world. The owners offer a considerable reward for his equal. He is the largest dwarf now before the public, being nearly six feet in height. * * * * * The pious and stately man who takes the children to see the animals was very much in evidence. One of them, very sour-looking, with his coat buttoned up high, said to a small boy he was leading by the hand: "That animal you see, Willie, is the leopard, of which, as you know the Good Book says, 'he cannot change his spots.'" "But he can, though, papa," said Willie. "A minute ago he was way over in that corner of the cage, and now he's up here in front." "Do not be sacrilegious, my son," said the sour-looking man. "Come, let us go into the tent where Mademoiselle Meers is riding eight horses while in her famous Trilby pose. I wish you to study that noble animal, the horse." Another starchy-looking man, with a plug hat and white tie, had four or five children with him. All paused a moment in the animal tent, and he said rapidly: "My dear children, these are lions, tigers, monkeys, elephants, hippopotamuses and camels. You are all familiar with them from the pictures in your story books. Let us now go into the other tent and view the human form, the noblest work of God, as Mademoiselle Matthews does her act upon the flying trapeze."