Posted By thecircusblog on January 17, 2012
It was a never ending task sewing rips and tears in the big top. This is Casper “Whitey” Jensen. I understand from his granddaughter that he became boss canvas man on the Al G. Barnes Circus in 1930. I can’t count the times that I had to sew canvas. If the wind didn’t get it, ragging it out on a bad lot would or maybe some green help walking on it. I still have my sewing pom and beeswax and the spicing spike that my father gave me when I was a kid.
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Posted By thecircusblog on January 17, 2012
From the collection of Val Streit Casper “Whitey Jensen’s Granddaughter.
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This photo is from the collection of Casper “Whitey” Jensen’s granddaughter.
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This photo comes from the granddaughter of Casoer “Whitey” Jensen.
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Photo found on Al G. Barnes Circus history site.
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Photo found on Al G. Barnes Circus history site.
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This photo was found on the Al G. Barnes Circus history site.
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The names of the men standing here are unknown to me. 1930
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The telegram says it all.
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Posted By thecircusblog on January 17, 2012
Circus Hall of Fame 1968.
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It was a never ending task sewing rips and tears in the big top. This is Casper “Whitey” Jensen. I understand from his granddaughter that he became boss canvas man on the Al G. Barnes Circus in 1930. I can’t count the times that I had to sew canvas. If the wind didn’t get it, ragging it out on a bad lot would or maybe some green help walking on it. I still have my sewing pom and beeswax and the spicing spike that my father gave me when I was a kid.
