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Billy's place, the great rendezvous of the country for circus folk, and here any afternoon or evening, especially in the dull winter-time, you may find heroes of the flying trapeze, bereft of show-ring trappings, playing monotonous euchre with keepers of the cages, or sitting in convivial and reminiscent groups that include everything from the high-salaried star down to some humble tooter in the band at present looking for a job. All kinds of acrobats come to
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Billy's, all kinds of animal men, everybody who has to do with a show, barring the owners. If a Norwegian wrestler wants to get track of an Egyptian giant he goes to
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Billy's. If an elephant-trainer needs a new helper he goes to
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Billy's.
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Billy's, and I had as companion a veteran circus man, able to explain things. After taking in the externals, which were commonplace enough save for