George Bellows The Circus

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Weaver the thatcher squinted at his copy of the script.
“Who’s this bugger Exeunt OmnesT’ he said.
“I don’t think much of my part,” said Carpenter, “it’s too small.”
“It’s his poor wife I feel sorry for,” said Weaver, auto-matically.
“Why?” said Jason.+t
“And why’s there got to be a lion in it?” said Baker the weaver.
“’Cos it’s a play!” said Jason. “No one’d want to see it if it had a ... a donkey in it! Oi can just see people comin’ to see a play ‘cos it had a donkey in it. This play was written by a real playsmith! Hah, I can just see a real playsmith puttingFairies,” moaned Bestiality Carter.
“You’ll grow into it,” said Weaver.
“I hope not.”
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“There’s no room,” said Thatcher the carter.
“Well, I ain’t doin’ it where anyone else can see,” said Bestiality. “