Seventy Years a Showman

SEVENTY years a showman. Seventy years! A long, long day is waning at last. Here in the peaceful shadows of the Garden of Life I pause awhile. I want to drink in the scene. I want to realize the full meaning of it all. Rest—yes, I can rest now. The way has been long. It has often been weary. A showman’s life, my friends, is not all glory. Beneath the glitter and the tinsel is many a heartache. The open road is often strewn with thorns. And now the journey is nearly ended. Far away in the we...