Ringling Bros., Barnum & Bailey Route Book 1. From: Ringling Bros. When will it stop raining? You're always a day away. I wish it would go away though, because it stops me from going out some days. Rain Man is a 1988 American. Raymond has autism and adheres to strict routines such as always watching The. Charlie stops the questioning and tells Raymond he. 1943 - March 14, 1945 The Marcel . The Judo instructor always picked on me every time when he. It never stops raining. Personal Legacy: COLONEL LEON W. September 1945 Highlights: V-J Day. We always had a great time and it was a good excuse to get together. WEATHER STOPS BEARS, EAGLES. It Looks Like Rain (1945) - informacje o filmie w bazie Filmweb.pl. Oceny, recenzje, obsada, dyskusje wiadomo. It Always Stops Raining dodaj. WWII diary of Charles 'Chick' Bruns, 7th Army. It has been raining all day and I doubt if it stops. Spent my evenings the same as always. 5-041 To Major Clifton S. Brown, February 22, 1945. It is still raining today but we take off at 11. Diamond Jubilee Route Book of the 1. Season. Program, staff & performers. This edition did not include the day- by- day details of the route. The route for this year can be found on the Routes page. Not included here are the photographs. Permission to place the information from this route book on the Circus Historical Society website has been provided by Feld Entertainment, Inc. Circus World Museum's Parkinson Library provided the photocopy of this route book. All information should be checked with additional sources. There will be spelling and typographical errors. The tragedy of their incarceration there has served as a challenge and a symbol throughout the tour. Haley and all others who were called upon to replace these absent members of the Circus family deserve special credit for faithful performance in as precarious a season as ever confronted the Big One. Ed Kelly and his assistant, Lloyd Morgan, and the department bosses took the physical show that George Smith, Leonard Aylesworth and others had put together and they made it click. Robert Ringling and his production staff fashioned a matchless performance. But they know that in outdoor show business there always will be good and bad luck, profitable seasons and those not so lush. It never had an easy road. It has fought time and space and wind and fire and water and mud since the days when spectators sat around dirt ring- banks and watched night performances by smoking flares. They have the American People in their corner. The people love this colossal thing that roars out of nowhere, builds a city of tents, offers a fleeting vision of breath- taking enchantment and then folds its tents and vanishes mysteriously into the night. This is a rough, tough, primitive, hardhitting ambassador from the days when the country was pushing west and adventure lay just over the hill. These things happened and live in books and in memory. But the circus IS STILL HERE. America and their kids stand on the sidelines to watch the Circus unload and set up and battle time and weather for a few hours, and whatever of the adventurer remains in them nods approval. In war time, the people become tough again — like the circus is all the time. In between times, in the tranquil years, people are content to let their pet enterprise, the red- and- gold world of red wagons, billowing tents, laughing clowns and blaring bands, represent them in the business of being pioneers again. We were in the Hoosier capital on V- J Day. When the show has spun out its season and the band plays Auld Lang Syne on November 2. THAT will be V- C Day, the Circus’ hour of triumph in a difficult and highly successful tour. They say, “See you in the ’Garden’ in the spring.” — Bev. But the days of the organization as “The Big Show” date from 1. William Cameron Coup and Dan Castello induced Phineas Taylor Barnum, then 6. Coup and Castello forthwith launched P. Barnum’s Museum, Menagerie and Circus. Overnight Coup built it into such a colossal show that circus business was in process of being revolutionized, almost without its knowledge and certainly without its consent. Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey Circus takes pleasure in celebrating this anniversary by presenting in the Diamond Jubilee route book for 1. Barnum show from 1. Coup put the show on rails in 1. Barnum bought out his partners after the 1. George F. Bailey — not to be confused with James A. In 1. 87. 6 the show was known for the first time as P. Barnum’s New and Greatest Show on Earth. Bailey had become a partner of the Cooper who had first hit the wagon trail in 1. Bailey quickly started the Cooper & Bailey enterprise toward the big show bracket which he definitely achieved in December, 1. Howes’ Great London Circus, a major Barnum competitor from 1. Adam Forepaugh of Philadelphia also had built a show capable of competing with the Big One on equal terms. The baby was a great attraction to all hands — jealous Barnum included. The result was a partnership, beginning in 1. Barnum, Bailey and James L. Bailey had purchased Cooper’s share of Cooper & Bailey, and Barnum had enabled Hutchinson to buy in because of Hutchinson’s aid in facilitating the merger. Barnum’s Greatest Show on Earth and Howes’ Great London Circus. For all practical purposes, and even on the official stationery, it was known as Barnum & London. Bailey sold out after five years. Cooper and William Washington Cole joined Hutchinson as partners of Barnum for 1. The name remained Barnum & London. Barnum and Bailey also were equal owners for the first time. On Adam Forepaugh’s death in January, 1. Barnum & Bailey purchased the Forepaugh show in secret, with Cooper serving as the front and owning a small share. Barnum died in April of 1. Cooper passed away on New Year’s Day of 1. Bailey had become czar of the circus world, but he faced a growing threat from the Middle West. Through their insistence on absolute honesty on the part of all their employes in dealing with the public and through their willingness to pour back into the organization all of the profits they earned, they developed rapidly. Theretofore, Buffalo Bill had owned no railway cars and had, for the most part, played extended engagements in large cities. When he brought the show back to America for the 1. Ringlings had won a place equal to his own in the circus field. The two surviving Sells brothers were ill and old, and their half of Adam Forepaugh and Sells Bros, was for sale. Bailey would help the Ringlings in negotiations to purchase the Sells half of the show, and then Bailey and the Ringling interests would be equal. Each would own one big show, and both would share equally in the ownership of a third. They would divide territory three ways and have no more billing wars. The Buffalo Bill Wild West was, at the time, touring Europe and did not figure in the pact. It might have become a lasting pact, but Bailey died suddenly on April 1. His estate operated his shows through 1. October of 1. 90. Bailey interests sold all Bailey holdings to the Ringlings — excepting only the Bailey share of the Buffalo Bill show which the Ringlings did not want. The new owners maintained that position throughout their own lives and even beyond. The Forepaugh- Sells show was put back on the road in 1. Hagenbeck- Wallace show in 1. Capable circus executives were difficult to find, and the surviving Ringlings, accustomed all their lives to seeing key positions filled only by members of the family, would have been loath to hire outsiders anyhow. The net result was that the three surviving brothers decided to combine the two titles and present Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey to the circus world, beginning in 1. Ringling passed on before the first combined season closed. In 1. 92. 9 John purchased the holdings of the American Circus Corporation, which owned John Robinson, Sells- Floto, Al G. Barnes, Hagenbeck- Wallace, Charles Sparks, Buffalo Bill’s Wild West, Howes’ Great London, Gollmar Bros., Van Amberg’s. All were strong shows, but the largest was not half the size of the Big One. The Ringling corporation still owns all these shows, but none is at present on the road. Samuel Gumpertz was vice president of the Circus between 1. John North, nephew of the Ringling Brothers, was its president then until through 1. Robert Ringling, son of Charles, became president. To Robert and James and Aubrey Haley and Robert’s mother, Mrs. Charles Ringling, has fallen the task of managing the show through critical war years. Haley, First Vice- President. Mrs. Charles Ringling, Vice- President. James A. Haley, Vice- President. William P. Dunn, Jr., Secretary- Treasurer. Robert Ringling. Mrs. Charles Ringling. Aubrey B. Charles Ringling. William P. Woods. Executive Staff. George W. Smith, General Manager. Edward F. De. Wolfe, Treasurer with Show. Herbert Duval, Legal Adjuster. Terence P. O'Rourke, Assistant to Mr. Du. Val. Arthur R. Hopper, General Agent & Traffic Manager. F. Beverly Kelley, Publicity Director. J. Griffin, Auditor. Pat Valdo, Director of Perfomance. Jane Johnson, Office Manager. Personnel Traffic and Outdoor Advertising Dept. Hopper, General Agent and Traffic Manager. F. Boudinot, Assistant General Agent. Peter P. Kiseleff, Secretary to General Agent and Traffic Manger. Contracting Agents. William J. Conway, Al Butler, William J. Lester. Advertising Car Number One. Frank Mahery, Manager. William Feigley, Boss Billposter. James Kennedy, Boss Lithographer. Joseph Bernstein. Harold L. Crowther. Clifford Haggerness. William Schmitt. Advertising Car No. Clyde Carlton, Manager. William Albers, Boss Billposter. Arthur Dawson, Boss Lithographer. Leo E. Loranger. Advertising Car No. Conarroe, Manager. James A. Long, Banner Squarer. Hugh Collins, Boss Bannerman. Advertising Inspector: Edward J. Caupert, La Rue Deitz. Banner Puller: Joseph Brown. Press and Radio Department. F. Beverly Kelley, Director. Frank Morrissey. Secretarial Assistants at Delaware, Ohio Press and Radio. Distribution Office: Mary Nelson, Pauline Miller. Hour Men: William Carr, C. Shepherd, Harry (Bottles) Vernotzy. Chief of Police: John H. Brice. Medical Department: Dr. Harris; Albert Gaudette, First Aid. Howard, William Reynolds. Timekeepers: Hugh M. Breithaupt, William H. Webster. Big Show Announcer: Arthur L. Springer. Chauffeurs: Harold Nicholson, Wm. Mc. Laughlin. Mail Man: Alexander Neuburger. Commissary: Joseph A. White. Red Wagon: Theo Forstall, John F. Seawell. White Wagon: L. Woodruff, Harry Minor. Yellow Wagon: Joseph Boyton, Wm. Rhu Mc. Kitrick. Mc. Cormick Steele, Supt. Downing. Clyde F. Miller, (Keeper Route Book Diary, 1. Ticket Dept. Marlowe, Superintendent. Earl Charles Cline. Bernard F. Friel. Judson L. Mc. Gowan. William C. Reale. Downtown Ticket Agent: Harvey M. Porter. Tax Boxes: Larry Davis, William C. Maxwell. Pat Valdo, General Director. Fred Bradna, Equestrian Director. Florence Baker, Assistant to Mr. Adler. Kenneth A. Behee. Mariam Ann Blackburn. Nova Lee Blackburn. Regina H. Bodycott. Marilyn Lee Borger. Season - Jack Benny in the 1. By Mary Livingstone Benny. Jack Benny hurt my feelings the first time I met him- -so painfully that it took me over seven years to stop hating him. He was twenty- four on the occasion of that first meeting; I was twelve, the . He had come to our house in Vancouver to visit me- expressly me. Zeppo Marx, leaving the vaudeville theatre where Jack and the Marx brothers were sharing top billing to call on my older sister, Babe, thought he would have some fun when Jack, a stranger in town and lonesome asked him if his date had a sister. Extraordinarily polite under the circumstances, as I realized later. He flattered mother - told her that Zeppo had raved about her cooking, and he simply couldn't resist crashing our little dinner party. He joked with me- and I felt very grown- up and important. Then mother spoiled everything. For me, it was a big moment. I had been studying hard, practicing two hours every day since I was ten - and here, for the first time, I had an opportunity to demonstrate my talent before a professional violinist. I played . Zeppo and Babe were smilingly polite and patient. But Jack had had enough of his ! I stopped playing in the middle ofa bar. I looked at him, choking with rage. Then I threw down my violin, and fled from the room in tears. I came back, on mother's orders, but I was through with Jack. I spoke when I was spoken to, but I hated him. Jack tried to wheedle me back into a good humor. He even offered me passes to the next afternoon's matinee: I brightened a bit, on hearing that. I saw a chance to get even. He pulled all he had out of his pocket. Then I lapsed into a sulky silence. The next day my five best friends and I were sitting in the front row when Sack's act went on. We all had ice cream cones and bags of noisy candy. Jack came out and played his violin, and cracked his usual jokes. Candy papers crackled throughout the musical numbers, and all the jokes fell flat. For the front row - by pre- arrangement - greeted the most hilarious routines with stony, deadpan silence. It was contagious: The whole house seemed disinterested. That would teach Jack Benny to yawn in the middle of another artist's act! I didn't see Jack after that to learn if my revenge had scored. I didn't see him, as a matter of fact, for seven years. But I carried on my one - sided feud with him just the same. As the years went by, as I grew up and Jack grew more and more famous, I forgot the reason for my anger, but I didn't forget that I hated Jack. If a friend casually mentioned the name of Jack Benny I'd snort, . It served me right that when I finally saw him again, Jack should prove to be anything but the rude and ungracious . When Babe wrote that Jack was coming to Los Angeles and probably would look me up, I was scornful. But when I passed the theatre where he was to appear and saw electricians putting the name of Jack Benny up in lights,my heart quickened. A queer thing to happen after seven years of grudge - nursing, but then women are fickle - and hate is awfully close to tenderer emotions. My sudden excitement was chilled with a second thought. But instead of being triumphant after all these years - I was ashamed. I blushed to the roots of- my wind - blown bob. Suddenly I knew that I had never really hated him - that I had only tried to cover up the fact that I had tried too hard to make him like me, and was desperately put out and unhappy because he was only bored with my best efforts. How childish and foolish my . Babe writes me that you are in the big league now. One night we would go dancing, the next we'd go to the beach - ride the roller coasters screaming like idiots, and throw balls at milk bottles. It was all very hilarious and exciting for a girl who had been chained to a dull job at a hosiery counter, and I liked Jack. I liked him very much. Then, just as I'd made this interesting discovery, Jack's run ended, and he had to move on to the next town. Already he had found a nick - name for me. Just gets to like one place, when he has to shove off to another. And then, after a moment he took my hand and told me very seriously, . That's why I'm so grateful to you. It's been fun to know you. We've had lots of laughs. I hope we'll meet again soon. But if we don't, thanks a lot. So that was the way it was! Just an interlude in an actor's life. New towns, new friends. Thanks, kid; thanks a lot. I tried to tell myself I was glad he was gone. I was getting too fond of him, and - I pretended - an actor's life was not for me. Hotel rooms, dirty trains. I wanted some permanence to my life. I tried to forget him. I worked hard at my job. I went out with the boys I knew, most of whom were working at jobs just as dull and unglamorous as mine, tried to convince myself that being with them was just as stimulating as being with Jack. I didn't feel about them the way I had before Jack had come - and gone. But, I told myself, I was nothing to Jack. He had said as much himself. Then Christmas came, and with it a beautiful gift from Jack - the loveliest gift I had ever had, a diamond wrist watch. And in the box was a note from Jack asking me not to forget my ! If he thought about me at all- even this much - I would follow him to the ends of the earth, and I'd marry him, or die trying. The gift had come from Chicago, where Jack was starring in . I wrote her that I wanted to come to Chicago. In any event, she urged me to come on, and I took the next train. As chance would have it - well, carefully arranged chance, let us say - I ran into Jack backstage at the theatre the very first night I was in the city. We went dancing that night, and the next. By Sunday we were engaged. I don't know how it happened - all I know is that I wanted it to happen so much, that it had to happen. Jack proposed to me in his father's house in Waukegan, where we had driven on Sunday afternoon so I could meet his family. Then we dropped in at the Waukegan hotel to call on Jack's old friend, Julius Sinykin. I loved Julius. By vocation, he was the town's leading clothing merchant, but by avocation- temperament, ambition, and heart's desire - he was of the theatre. When Jack was a boy, bursting with ambitions which his family and friends found hard to understand, Julius alone encouraged him. He got him his first theatrical job - playing the violin in the pit of Waukegan's Barison Theatre, and then hounded the manager until the youngster Julius knew was talented was allowed to appear on - not under - the stage. Jack was a little nervous as he took me to the top floor of the hotel to Julius' apartment. He wanted me to like his old friend as much as he did. How - after seeing Julius in his home - could I help it? Telegrams from Jack - framed. Everything in the apartment spoke of one man's love for Jack and faith in his future. I asked Jack if we could be married there. Of course he, and Julius, agreed. For a girl who honestly had wanted . But I was blissfully happy - even on the one night stands - for I was with Jack. HE did everything to make our vagabond life attractive to me, from the beginning. He even wrote me into the act. When, after a few years, radio rocketed into importance and Jack had the first chance in his career for a fairly normal life, he insisted that I have all the things I had . We knew that we could not hope for children. Home - why, home was where Jack was. Marriage, I told him, was being together. Convenience, comfort- things - what did they matter? But he pressed his point, and now I am so glad he did. For now we have Joannie - she's nine now, and a beautiful little girl. We adopted her when she was a tiny baby. And we have a home of our own - a permanent home - in Beverly Hills. Of course it has aspects of a gag factory, with Jack and four writers working all over the place six days a week - and using Joannie and me, to say nothing of the cook and the gardener, the postmanand the grocery boy as guinea pigs for their jokes. But for me it's wonderful - it's home, permanence, security, everything. For it's where my heart is.
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