Sparks Article P2 5-9-1933
THOUSANDS VIEW CIRCUS PARADE (Continued From Page 1) to State, over the Memorial Bridge to North street, to Front, to Paxton. to Nineteenth, and back to the tented city just in time for the afternoon performance. Another ofie tonight, of course! Big Top Soon Raised Bright and early this morning the tents were billowing in the breeze as the trained crews went methodically about their work. Before Before many Harrisburgers had breakfasted the big top was up, the seats being clatterea into place, sawdust being scattered about the ring. Hundreds and thousands of youngsters packed the circus lot this morning, eager for just a glimpse of Jack Hoxie. Spies His Idol One redhead spied his movie idol coming out of a newly raised tent Jack, resplendent in a shirt that Solomon in all his glory never dared to dream about. "There he is," hollered the lad with freckles and rustv locks. "There he is. kids. ... Hi. Jack." "How're you, boys?" and Jack gave 'em a big smile with the greeting. greeting. Fine," said the hatless boy with tousled black hair. "Where's your hoss?" popped another. another. "Oh. he's getting a little rest," said Jack. The boys stood around In open - eyed wonder, seeing the movie actor in the flesh. They were in a world apart for the moment. Jack Hoxie, himself and no "moving pitcher." "Hot dog." said one boy. "He looks just like his 'pitchers.'" A circus official beckoned Hoxie, and he said: "So long, fellows," moving awav. kindly refusing a hundred offers, "to carry water for your horse. Jack so's to get in the show for nothing." Cloudy skies failed to keep the crowd away this afternoon. A full tent greeted the performers Miss Dixie Starr. Clara Codona, the Hanneford riding family. Billy Pape. the clowns, the aerial artists, the animals and Jack Hoxie. And the greatest of these in the hearts of young America is Jack Hoxie.