Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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the institution ... 16 I had allowed myself to forget how the circus had come to my town one summer when I was young. Things were different then — I had been so excited. It was a Friday afternoon when the animal-wagons pulled their way through the main street of our town — just a little after lunch. We all chased each other in the dust of the wagons, and we roared and hollered and trumpeted trying to mimic the animals as best we could. And when we finally caught up to the front of the parade, we saw (and knew) what it was we most wanted to become. Oh there were elephants and lions, tigers and bears; but certainly the clowns were the most unforgettable — especially the clown-on-the-bicycle. People who heard us wondered why we called him that (you see, none of the clowns rode bicycles) — it's just that none of the other clowns would speak to us. and well ... he was sort of the spokesman. Anyway, someone had thought of calling him that, and it just stuck. the college...38 14 . table ot contents

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editors 1973 HILLTOP jacqueline m. banaszynski alphonso h. feng pat johnson MARQUETTE UNIVERSITY volume 59 milwaukeo. wis 13

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We watched them set up the big-top out on old man Neuman's field that afternoon. We ran in and out among the elephants, and ... I don't know how the others felt about it, but I was so thrilled that the circus had decided to come to our town — my town — for one summer's weekend. I spent the whole night dreaming about the two days to come. But it rained Saturday. There was no circus that day even though the clowns and the animals were still there. I know they were there because I walked through the mud-field to see how things were. I can remember seeing our bicycle-clown sitting alone inside one of the tents. the experience...130 the communiversity . . . 158 How long are you staying? I interrupted. I wasn't sure if he heard me as he remained silent, so I asked him again, Will you be staying an extra day? He did not answer my question but only said. Sunday will be a better day.' (At first I thought he had said some day would be a better day. but I guess I had just misunderstood.) I asked him how he knew this and he said that it was simply so. the people...179 But how long? I implored. Long enough — but not really long enough... he told me. I couldn't really understand why he spoke this way so I tugged on his costume sleeve, asking, How long is long enough? You see. it's like anything In life that is worthwhile — it must be impressive enough to shape a lasting memory, but not so fleeting as to become merely another forgotten dream. And he looked at me from behind his grease-paint smile. table ot contents ... is