Sheriff Gensler was nowhere to
be seen either – though some said he had been seen on
the Hill, munching corn dogs late at night.
"Roll up, roll up!" cried
Ringmaster Swagger. "Place your bets! Everyone’s a
winner! Them movie investors and finance dudes way down in
Hollywood want to hedge their risk (that means get some other
guy to take it) in case some of them thar pictures is flops.
And who can blame them? Wouldn’t you like to be
able to sell your corn, even when it’s full of
"And the best part is, if they
turn out to be wrong and them lousy pictures is hits after all,
you’ll make pots of money! Don’t be
shy – you’re the American people. You
know better than those professionals. You’re bound
to spot the winners – at least some of the time."
Deputy Sommers was staunch and
Deputy Chilton was true – but they were outnumbered.
All they could do was pin proclamations to the courthouse door
saying they had grave doubts about the carnival.
The tents were up and Cantor and
Veriana were just about to start selling tickets when Colonel
Lincoln of the US Cavalry charged into town and spoiled the
"The city elders down in
Hollywood sent for me," she gasped, "but if the Army
hadn’t already been on the move in your district,
I couldn’t have done nuthin. Now give me a beer
and I’ll be on my way –
there’s trouble brewing down in Arkansas."