Shawn: The Guest Room?
Shawn perused the pile of letters and clippings. There was a torn newspaper clipping that looked particularly old. How old, it was impossible to say because the clipping started in the middle, with a the title and date having been torn off.
The day before the circus opens, the company manager would gather the whole crew—roustabouts and elephant handlers, clowns and acrobats, tightrope walkers and jugglers—to help raise the canvas roof to the peaks on its poles, wafting above the fairgrounds the largest single piece of cloth most people would see in their lives. And early the next day, the crew would gather again to create the compound odor of the circus. The caramel smell of sugar burning on the cotton-candy machines and the faint reek of animal manure. Wood shavings and hot peanuts. Old dust shaken out of faded tents. The greasepaint and the popcorn. The sweaty hint of a ginned-up excitement, or maybe a tamped-down despair. Something, anyway, outside the ordinary and mundane. Something wonderfully unlikely and maybe disturbingly uncanny.
In fact, peculiarity seems to define nearly everyone who has helped create the Cherrywinks' Circus—not just Cherrywinks, who is the founder, but also his om stage rival Mr. Kramer and his side-kick Mr. Clayton, and even the silent business partner, who remains unknown. The Cherrywinks' Circus presents a compelling case that the interplay of these entrepreneurs will shape what Americans will picture when the word circus is spoken for years to come.
"Dear, dear, what a place it looks, that Cherrywinks; with all the paint, gilding, and looking-glass; the vague smell of horses suggestive of coming wonders; the curtain that hides such gorgeous mysteries; the clean white sawdust...What glow that, which bursts upon them all, when that long, clear, brilliant row of lights comes slowly up...Well might Mr. Kramer feel doubtful whether to laugh or cry, or run in terror?" Remarked one person, when commenting on the Circus and how Cherrywinks and Kramer had developed quite the on stage feud for the benefit of the crowds.
Of course, that leaves the question of why ticket sales have declined so far this year. The Cherrywinks' Circus has always had a bifurcated place—family entertainment seasoned with a smidgen of the forbidden and the aberrant. There is a vicarious suggestion of impending disaster, with the Flying Wallendas’ building human pyramids in the air. A titillating hint of the flesh, with the Tattoed Lady in tights parading in the center ring and peepshows tucked away in a corner of the fairway. A touch of the grotesque, a splash of the garish, a hint of the criminal.
This is without alluding to the more outrageous rumor of them all: That the indomitable and self-promoting Cherrywinks, thriving despite numerous business catastrophes, has always been seeking to outdo the pugilistic Kramer. And the allegation that Cherrywinks' greatest success in that regard came when, several years ago in the Fall of 1926, he sold his soul to demon to make the Circus a success. The allegation has been hinted relentlessly on stage since 1928 when Cherrywinks and Kramer incorporated it into the an onstage act. The idea of Cherrywinks secretly partnering with a demon while publicly proclaiming his implacable rivalry with Kramer—a quintessential Cherrywinks move.