Go watch the show
and forget your troubles."
It will be observed that, under his apparently excitable
exterior, Mr. James Sparling was a philosopher.
"Emperor's in jail," mourned Phil.
The moment Mr. Kennedy returned, sullen and uncommunicative, Phil
sought him out. He found the trainer in Mr. Sparling's tent.
"Where did they take him?" demanded Phil, breaking in on their
conversation.
"To jail," answered Kennedy grimly. "First time I ever heard of
such a thing as an elephant's going to jail."
"That's the idea. We'll use that for an advertisement," cried
the ever alert showman, slapping his thighs. "Emperor, the
performing elephant of the Great Sparling Combined Shows, jailed
for assault. Fine, fine! How'll that look in the newspapers?
Why, men, it will fill the tent when we get to the next stand,
whether we have the elephant or not."
"No; you've got to have the elephant," contended Kennedy.
"Well, perhaps that's so. But I'll wire our man ahead, just the
same, and let him use the fact in his press notices."
"But how could they get him in the jail?" questioned Phil.
"Jail? You see, they couldn't. They wanted to, but the jail
wouldn't fit, or the elephant wouldn't fit the jail, either way
you please.
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