MEDIOCRE TRUMPETER I
‘m a high-wire artist,” said a man to the circus ringmaster, “and I’d appreciate a job.” Before the ring-master could protest, the man climbed the ladder to the top of the tent and then, without a net below him, rode a bicycle to the middle of the wire, where he remained stationary and in perfect balance. “You guys are a dime a dozen,” yelled up the ringmaster. “I’m not interested.” The man got off the bike and stood on his head on the bicycle seat. “I’ve seen that a million times,” yelled the ringmaster. The man calmly pulled out a trumpet and proceeded to play Dixieland tunes as the other circus workers cheered. Then he rode…
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