But, though Leo and Carl both tried, they failed to secure another engagement anywhere in the vicinity.
“Never mind, we can’t expect to earn twelve or twenty dollars every night,” said the young gymnast. “If we did that we would be millionaires in no time.”
When they arrived at the hotel at which they were to stop they found several gentlemen talking about eggs and how Columbus had stood one on end.
“Yes, but he cracked the shell,” said Carl. “I will agree to stand an egg on end without cracking the shell. Wait till I put my traps away.”
He disappeared upstairs, but soon returned.
“I’ll bet a dollar you can’t stand an egg up on end,” said one of the gentlemen, and produced an egg brought from the kitchen.
Carl took it and waved it over his head several times.
“You have to daze the chick inside,” he explained. “Now it will stand up all right.”
He put the egg down on the smooth table. Sure enough, it stood up as nicely as one would please. Then he took the egg up, and, making several passes, handed it to the man.
But the egg wouldn’t stand for the man, try as hard as he could.