AN M.H.R. AT THE CIRCUS.

Temuka Leader, Issue 9417, 10 June 1882, Page 3

AN M.H.R. AT THE CIRCUS.

A well-known M.H.R. from the West Coast (says an exchange) who is supposed to be particularly ’cute as a rule, had a severe sell the other night at the circus. The old, old “ gag ”of the drunken man who interferes with the clown was introduced, and the supposed “ drunk and disorderly” happened to be unusually well made up on this occasion. His proceedings at the door of the tent attracted the notice of the “ mimber,” who rose from his seat and added his expostulations to those ox the circus men. Of course the delighted pro. was apparently persuaded to retire; but presently out he came again, and, staggering up to the ring, fell over into the arena, right under the horse’s hoofs. This was too much for the horrified legislator, and despite the expostulations of a ft lend, who vainly endeavored to explain the state of affairs, he jumped over the boards, dragged the fellow on to his feet, and fairly carried him out of danger. The circus hands, Press men, and heaps of others standing in the gangway, were choking with delight and laughter, but nothing would persuade our hero that he had not deserved the Humane Society’s medal, until the inebriate got on his horse and commenced peeling his clothes off in an approved style. A painter who could have caught the expression of his face then, and transferred it to the art gallery of the Exhibition, would be a made man. But wait till the boys at Wellington get hold of this story, Dick, me bhoy.