Circus elephants and riders at Rosewood, ca. 1928
Photo: State Library of Queensland
Can you hear it, the clown music? (Listen to “Entry of the Gladiators by Julius Fučík)
Why does hearing that tune or the word “circus” evoke such feelings of nostalgia to those of us who’ve had the magical experience of going to a circus?
Back in 1921 C. J. Dennis wrote a poem in which he succesfully conveyed his love for the big top, urging everyone to join in the fun and excitement. It was one of the poems I learnt in my school years and have never forgotten.
You may remember the phrase “run away and join the circus”. Some people did. It sounded like freedom and a way to escape. That’s what going to the circus was, escaping to a world of spectacle, seeing things you’d never seen before. The outlandish costumes and makeup, the fear and excitement felt when watching the lion, tiger and elephant acts, the fascination and awe of the trapeze and acrobats and the laughter resulting from interactions with the clowns were all amazing to a child. So much so that countless children dressed as clowns for their Fancy Dress Balls over the years.
The spectacle started in Rosewood when the circus troupe arrived at the railway station and a menagerie of cages, animals and extremely interesting people made their way to an empty paddock and later to the showgrounds. The elephants were unloaded and they pulled the wagons along Railway Street to their destination. Suddenly a huge tent appeared which was visible to almost everyone in town. The novelty of the sight attracted large numbers of people from the all over the district and beyond and it was not unusual to see people strolling around the area eager to catch a glimpse of the exhibits.
Little Ivy Collett from John Street, was a member of the Sunshine Club (Q.T.) in 1926. She wrote, The circus is coming here on Wednesday, and all the school children love sitting on the school fence watching the elephants going backward and forward.
The first circus to visit Rosewood was St Leon’s Circus. The proprietor, Matthew St Leon, was an acrobat and equestrian. On Saturday night the 29th April 1882, they performed to a crowded house and the spectators enjoyed acts of horsemanship by the lady and gentleman equestrians. The Leons professed they were the only circus in Australia to have lady riders. Acrobatic and gymnastic feats led by Monsieur Scho, who performed the difficult and astonishing feat of revolving one hundred somersaults, enthralled the crowd. I wonder how many children tried that the next day? There were dogs, monkeys, bare-back horse riding and Alf St. Leon with his wonderful three trick horses Empress, Silver and Rob Roy. Also Japanese performers on a single wire and pole and Mr. Taylor with his knives, brass balls and large globe. It concluded with a clever piece entitled The Grand Liverpool Steeple Chase. (Darling Downs Gazette 26 April, 1882)
Reporters wrote: This being the first time that a circus visited this place, the novelty of the sight attracted numbers from the surrounding districts, who were highly amused with the entertainment provided for them. We can confidently recommend lovers of circuses to patronise his tent wherever he pitches it.
The circus visited again in September and many more were to come. There were also opportunities for residents to see other circus troupes when they visited Ipswich.
Visits by Circus Troupes to Rosewood.
Brothers Benhamo (William Benham) and Zebrediah (Zebediah Benham), 1877.
Photo: Performing Arts Collection, Arts Centre Melbourne
This article is from the “Rosewood Register and Marburg Mail”, 1st July 1921.
THE SHOW THAT IS ALWAYS NEW.
The one annually recurring event to which this district looks forward to the visit of Wirth’s Circus. The year may come and the years may go, but with “Wirth’s” goes on forever. The great show is always the same and yet it is not. The same enterprising proprietors are out to give the amusement loving public the best possible value for its money, the same urbane business manager is in charge, the same smiling energetic advance manager heralds the huge combinations advent, but the entrainment which they combine, in presenting to the delight of the Australasian public is always new, always replete with the latest novelties procurable, and is therefore an attraction of the first magnitude.
This season’s tour began under the happiest auspices with a remarkable boom in Sydney-a boom that was very obviously induced by the exceptionally fine programme presented. The very same programme will be given when the circus visits Rosewood on Wednesday July, 13th. They’re figures on it an aggregation of talent which Wirth Bros are extremely fortunate in being able to secure and which the public are still more fortunate in being able to enjoy. To mention but one of the many star acts, there is that of the Uryeno troop of Japanese acrobats whose cleverness is rivalled only by their versatility. Japs are always regarded as past masters in acrobatics but with their wonderful Risloy work, lightning, tumbling, and “upside down” feats that must be seen to be appreciated. This quintette present a whole show in themselves and one alone worth the price of admission. Over a score of other turns all stars in their own particular line will also be presented, the details of which may be gleaned from the distinctive posters, which at present form one of the outstanding features of the landscape.
Considerable interest was added to this visit of Wirth’s circus that year because amongst the performing horses were three fine greys that Wirth Bros had purchased from Mr. James O’Shea of Rosewood the year before. They proved to be so satisfactory in their role that Mr George Wirth negotiated with Mr. O’Shea for another three horses, which were delivered to the company while they were in town.
In 1928 when the Circus visited, the weather conditions were terrible. The proprietors had the misfortune to lose one of their valuable circus horses before leaving Rosewood for Laidley. In the early hours of the morning one of the animals strayed in front of a down goods train and was caught by the cow-catcher and thrown into the cattle grids. Its injuries necessitated that it be put out of its misery.
Henry Reed from Mutdapilly joined Wirth’s circus. Read about him.
Residents of the Rosewood district, who saw the circus arrive in town, remember their visits with great fondness. The elephants were a favourite. When Wirth’s Circus came to town by train, the elephants could be seen waving their trunks over the side of the wagons. The loading ramps at the sale yards were used to get the animals off and back onto the train. All the elephants would enjoy a soft drink compliments of Teddy Thomas after unloading the circus equipment at the railway station and towing the wagons and cages with lions and tigers etc down to the showgrounds.
Over the ensuing years rising transport costs, insurance premiums, licence fees and red tape have hit circus operators hard. Customer distaste with animals being used for the entertainment of people has seen the demise of the circus as my generation knew it.
It was a different time. As an animal lover who has marvelled at the spectacle, when I reflect on the plight of the animals, some of the sparkle dims in my memory of going to the circus, yet the child within still remembers that indescribable feeling of wonder.
As of 15th of April 2021, Australia is “circus animal free” following the Stardust Circus being unsuccessful in securing animal insurance.
The following is taken from the memoir of one of my family members. (1921-2010)
I remember when I was a schoolboy, one of the greatest tortures that I could endure was the day the circus would come to town and I’d be sitting up there in a classroom and the circus would be in the rail yard close by. You could hear all the sounds to which you could put an image. You’d be in class and you’d have to listen to this stuff and not be there! It was cruel! You’d hear something thumping coming off the railway truck, or an elephant trumpeting or a lion roaring or something, the squeak of a pulley which was the tent going up. You could put an image to everything. On this occasion I had to wait until half past three to get out. The time seemed to be held back with a string, the clock wasn’t moving around. But eventually it did get around to half past three and we would tear down as if our lives depended on it to get to the circus. I raced down there and Oh! it was a wonderful scene. There were dirty-looking circus people who were wonderful. They would look no good if they were cleaned up, but they were scruffy-looking and rough-looking and there’d be vans and wagons and animals in cages. I raced around one corner and all of a sudden there I was, my eye just about level with an elephant’s knee. I looked up and up and there was this three-storey great elephant towering above me. Oh, I was amazed. I got out of his reach and his trunk was groping around in the air and I thought, how marvellous!
I came from a family where everything around the place got fed; birds and the stray dogs and cats, so I thought, I’d love to feed him. And so, I remembered, near the grain shed, where the unloading had been done, a bit of corn had been spilt. I thought, I wonder will he eat corn? So I raced over and grabbed a few grains of corn, might have been twenty grains, and I had it in my hand and I approached him very cautiously. Then I said, “Hey, no, that’s no good”, and being a practical fellow I whipped the hat off and put the corn into the hat. It was a nice new little Panama. I extended it the full length of my arm to see whether he was interested. The trunk came around exploring, and it apparently got the seal of approval. It made just one neat little take, the hat and everything, and I stood there [shouting] “No, no, not the hat, just the corn!” but he didn’t hear me. The hat was taken right up into the air and the great cavern, like the Grand Canyon opened up, reddish inside, and the trunk went back and my hat and the corn went in. I couldn’t believe it!
Well, I went home that afternoon, late! I didn’t know how I’d get on because if anything went wrong and I couldn’t go to the circus, that would be worse than missing the pictures. Mum said to me “Where’s your good new hat?” Oh why did she have to say “Good new hat?” Why didn’t she just say, “Where’s your hat?” I had to tell her that an elephant ate it! I think she was so pleased that I wasn’t in it when the action took place, that she was only too happy to let me go to the circus…. That night the elephant was prancing around the ring doing its performance and when he passed he spotted me, and I vow to this day, he gave me a big knowing wink and a bit of a nod.
Wirth Bros circus elephant getting off a train wagon at Roma Street Station.
Photo: State Library of Queensland
© Jane Schy, 2024