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captdeaf
Macanamon awoke with a throbbing head. Through the window, the sun was low in the west. He hadn't expected to sleep in this late. Hangover causing him to wince as he moved, he scanned his room. He was alone; and a few minutes later, he ascertained his pockets were as desolate. Thankfully, the bulk of his valuables were in ... He checked ... yes, still in his bag inside the closet.

He stumbled to the shower, he needed a wakeup. And why didn't Curtains or Maggie wake him up? It was supposed to be a long day, and it was already mostly gone.

30 minutes later, head cleared, and fully dressed, Macanamon placed a note on the door and left to find Curtains and Maggie.

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captdeaf
Macanamon was embarassed. Despite working the circus, he'd had a huge fear of heights. He could never climb past the net on the trapeze pole. He'd been weak-kneed at the thought of flying, and forced himself to sleep, or feign sleep for most of the voyage to keep up appearances, the one time he glanced outside nearly causing him to pass out in fear. The little chatter they'd had on the plane was circumspect, the loud sound of the propellers blocking all conversation out. The roar of the engines reminded Bruce of the roar of the crowd at the climax of an act. The noise helped remind him of his glory days and to keep him calm and not to lose his lunch whenever he did look outside the window.

They'd landed safely, and Bruce spent several minutes stretching and cracking all the compressed muscles and joints that were jammed together in the plane. Oh yes, and went to the restroom. Definitely needed to do that.

Paying the pilot a hefty wad of cash, Curtains led the way to a nearby, posh airport. Exhausted beyond all reason, the three agreed to meet the next morning to discuss further goings-on in Paris. Checked into separate rooms, the three spent the night at their leisure.

Bruce moseyed down to a nearby bar down the street for a drink. Fortunately, the bartender spoke some smidgen of English, and Bruce spent hours at the bar, attempting to impress the pretty French lady next to him. He told her his best circus stories, picked her up with one hand, let her feel his muscles, and told her to catch his act here in Paris at Curtain's show. Late in the night, barely able to walk, he staggered out of the bar with the vixen hanging on his arm and made his way back to his room.

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princeofjeru
The three made an unlikely trio as they entered the hangar at the Chicago Air Park. The taller, thinner Curtains and the shorter, burlier Bruce made an odd pair of bookends around Maggie.

Inside the hangar, a single-engine plane was warming up. Beside it stood a confident-looking young man who introduced himself as Charles Lindbergh.

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captdeaf
Bruce pored over the letter, as if reading it several times would clarify the confusing situation he was in. All that Maggie had told him was that he could change his life, and very much for the better. He'd known her for a while, and trusted her, plus her voice and posture intimated to him profound belief. And the Macanamons always were good judges of character.

But still, a flight to Paris on a letter's notice? And he'd never even met the Captain. Bruce pondered; The best explanation he could come up with was that Maggie had extolled and exaggeratted his abilities to Taylor to such an extent as to warrant a flight to Paris? And what could that be, anyway? A circus in need of acts? Unable to solve his quandary without further information, Bruce concluded that it was indeed an act or a stage of some kind, as Taylor's return address had 'The Goodman Theatre' as the location.

Decision made, Bruce carefully folded the letter back into the envelope and placed it in his travelling chest. With a eager spring in his step, he went about his daily practice, but this time attempting to talk himself through his act in French. Sadly, he didn't do too well. Ah well, they should at least have a chance to practice before the command performance.

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princeofjeru
(On a postcard depicting the Eiffel Tower, slipped under a door)


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Charlie,

Up for another crack at the $25,000?

Curtains

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princeofjeru

Captain John Taylor (ret.)
The Goodman Theatre
170 North Dearborn Street
Chicago, Illinois

November 13, 1924

Bruce Macanamon
c/o B&B Circus
30 South Eglantine Street
Chicago, Illinois

Dear Mr. Macanamon,

Any friend of Maggie's is a friend of mine. I would be very pleased to take you up on your offer of services. I am arranging a flight to Paris and will insure that there is a seat for you.

Yours very truly,

Curtains Taylor

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captdeaf
Bruce Macanamon
c/o B&B Circus
30 South Eglantine Street
Chicago, Illinois

November 12, 1924

Captain John Taylor (ret.)
The Goodman Theatre
170 North Dearborn Street
Chicago, Illinois

Dear Captain Tailor,

First, allow me to introduce myself; I am Bruce Macanamon, son of Boris Macanamon. I am a seasonal employee of B&B circus, acting as a strongman.
A mutual acquaintance of ours, a Maggie Smith, provided me with your address and informed me that contacting you could mean a great change in my life, and for the better at that. In the interest of finding a winter occupation, perhaps, and as Mrs. Maggie referred me to you, I am prepared to offer my services to you in the best Macanamon tradition: to the best of my ability. If you have a position available for one such as me, I would you fain provide me with a time and a place of your convenience. I may be reached at the B&B Circus theatre on Eglantine Street. I await your word.

Sincerely,
Bruce Macanamon, son of Boris Macanamon.

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princeofjeru
Captain John Taylor (ret.)
The Goodman Theatre
170 North Dearborn Street
Chicago, Illinois

November 9, 1924

Margaret Smith
100 Maple St.
Chicago, Illinois

Dear Mrs. Smith,

Please call me "Curtains". All of my friends do.

Thank you for your kind offer of assistance. I believe that it shall require more than the two of us to investigate this matter and insure that justice is done, and I would be delighted if you would provide Mr. Macanamon with my address and particulars and encourage him to contact me. Meanwhile, I will begin preparations for our transportation to Paris.

Yours very truly,

Curtains

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princeofjeru

Captain John Taylor (ret.)
The Goodman Theatre
170 North Dearborn Street
Chicago, Illinois

November 4, 1924

Mrs. Margaret Smith
Chicago, Illinois

Dear Mrs. Smith,

Although I do not know if your husband has ever mentioned my name to you, he and I served together several times during the war, and in the the years following. It would not be an exaggeration to say that we may have each saved the other from serious injury or death on more than one occasion. He spoke often of your intelligence and good sense, and I hope that I can rely on your discretion as well.

You may have been following recent newspaper stories about a planned art show in Paris early next year, by a group of painters who call themselves Les Surréalistes. What has not been publicized is that one of them, Jeanne Saubert, was recently found dead in unusual circumstances, and others have been threatened. I have been asked to form a team to investigate this situation, and find myself in need of your reputed curiosity and your connections.

I hope you will not consider it too forward of me, but the favor of your reply as soon as possible would be requested.
I am sure Jonathan would approve.

Yours very truly,

Curtains Taylor

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princeofjeru
Chicago Tribune, November 4, 1924
Taylor Selected Artistic Director for New Theater

John "Curtains" Taylor, former member of the Randolph Street Theatre Company, has been asked to serve as the Artistic Director of the new Goodman Theater slated to open downtown next year. Taylor, perhaps best known recently for his role in
Eugene O'Neill's "The Emperor Jones" on Broadway, is a Chicago native, hailing from the Gold Coast.

As part of his position, Taylor has already taken up residence in the penthouse of the theater building itself, which is located on the corner of Randolph and Dearborn. The opening of the Goodman is expected to focus considerable attention on Chicago as a venue for the dramatic arts.

Taylor, a retired Captain in the army who saw active duty in Europe during the Great War, earned the sobriquet "Curtains" for his many curtain calls during the years spent with the Randolph Street Theater Company.

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