serenade. The magic of moonlight melodies, with the lovely Phyllis as goddess of the moon. Nursery rhymes. The lady who taught you your first fairy tale, Mother Goose! She's big, isn't she? A barbershop ballad. A bouquet of American beauties, with the lovely Holly as the centre rosebud singing Only a Rose. Gee, you have a funny mouth. - Let me hold him. - Go away. Look it. Isn't it pretty? They've been around again asking questions. I'm so worried for you. Oh, now don't worry. They'll never find me behind this nose. Be very careful, dear. Now how about a nice smile that I can remember till next year? God be with you, my boy. It's all right, Mother. Only a rose Here we go! Only a smile to keep in memory Until we meet another day Only a rose to whisper Blushing as roses do I'll bring along a smile or a song for anyone Only a rose for you A Stephen Foster album. A South American album! Exotic firebirds from the forests of the Amazon, a blaze of breathtaking beauty. A very special surprise for children of all ages, our guest star for tonight, Hopalong Cassidy! That's him! Sure, it's Hoppy! A Christmas album. Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh Your hair is too red, your legs are too thin, you have lips like a cat. You're no good. You give me too much trouble. Flattery rolls right off me. But you make a fire here. Well, simmer down, General, before you melt your medals. What could be more fitting for the Christmas album than Adeste Fideles? The performance ends, but the drama never stops. In the grey, drizzly morning, the first section of the circus train pulls into the railroad yard, long before the city is awake. But the animals are awake and looking for their breakfast. Then comes the unloading. Two hundred tons of living power. Sixty carloads of equipment. Wheels rolling, gears grinding. A circus is gigantic power and unceasing movement. It is a restless giant, unlimbering its muscles after the long night ride before moving in to capture a new city. Up from the railroad yards with their faithful escort of early-rising young fans who've been waiting since daybreak to follow these living tanks as they lumber and sway to the circus grounds, where the stakes are being driven that will anchor the big top against the beating of its constant adversaries, wind and rain. An army is at work, an army the audience never sees. An army that must be moved from city to city, fed and housed, a thousand strong, hardworking men, moving like a finely-geared machine, with one purpose, to roll the show. The all-important baling ring clangs into place. Bales of fireproof canvas, 58,000 pounds of it, are hauled out, unwrapped, rolled out, stretched, laid on the ground, where it lies like the skin of a mighty dismembered giant, waiting for some magician to bring it together and give it life, waiting until, one by one, the giants ribs rise into place and are firmly fastened in the earth. Boys line up for the punt games, a chance for a free ticket. The disciplined army never loses a moment nor wastes a motion. The boss canvas man makes fast the canvas to the baling ring. The lives of all depend on it. Each of the hundreds of roustabouts has his place and his job, a responsible job, for one mistake, one bit of carelessness, could cost a life. The giants skin is stretched out until it lies smooth and moulded, like the bowl of a great coliseum. But eyes watching for trouble have noticed a little tear that must be patched before the searching fingers of the wind can rip it into a disaster, before the giant can stand up and stretch over his feast of colour and laughter. Now the giant comes to life. Slowly, the tons and tons of his canvas body rise and swell into the air. He starts growing to his full, majestic height as he catches his first deep breath. The ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Пастораль на английском - текст Говард-утка на английском - текст Человек Омега на английском - текст Перестройка на английском - текст Проверка на дорогах на английском |