The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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Already people were gathering in front of the entrance for the
night performance. The doors were advertised to open at seven o'clock, so that the spectators might have plenty of time in which to view the collection of "rare and wonderful beasts, gathered from the remote places of the earth," as the announcer proclaimed from the vantage point of a dry goods box. Phil bought a bag of peanuts and took them in to his friend Emperor, the beast uttering a shrill cry of joy when he saw Phil approaching. "I'll try to teach him my whistle," said the boy, puckering his lips and giving the signal that the boys of his school used in summoning each other. "Think he'll remember that, Mr. Kennedy?" he asked of the trainer. "Never forget it, will you, Emperor?" The elephant coughed. "Never forgets anything. Knows more than any man in the show now, because he has lived longer." "How old is he?" "Close to a hundred." "You don't say?" marveled Teddy. "Hope I'll be able to squeal as |
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