LXIX.--A NEW "LOOPING THE LOOP."

There seems to be no finality in the art of invention, whether it be

in commerce, technology, science, art, or even in connection with

the variety-stage. In the last-named case the struggle for supremacy

is exceedingly keen, and requires, more than in other professions,

untiring perseverance, courage, and intelligence if one wishes to

obtain a place on the "roll of fame."

In the theatre or in the music-hall the public only see the glittering

outside appearance, and applaud the attractive items of an artist

without thinking of how much work and trouble it has cost him to be

able to execute his performance without apparent effort and with

extreme perfection. Such a sensational performance will soon be seen

in a Berlin circus--a new kind of "Looping the Loop"--"The ride on the

Salto Monocycle Track," as the audacious artist calls it, and with whom

we are going to make our readers acquainted.

[Illustration: MR. ECLAIR FASTENED BY THE WAIST, ANKLES, AND HEAD

INSIDE THE WHEEL WHICH LOOPS THE LOOP.

_From a Photo. by Rochlitz._]

This sensational act consists in the artist being rolled in a wheel,

measuring six and a half feet in diameter and eighteen inches wide,

along a track in the form of a loop. Our first two illustrations give

a clearer idea than can be given in words.

Mr. Eclair--the artist's name--has had his track made by Mr. A. Klose,

Schiffbauerdamm, and practised in the so-called training-wheel for

the past fifteen weeks before he undertook his first journey. In

this training-wheel he accustomed himself to the revolutions of the

wheel. This was all the more necessary, as he found on practising that,

in consequence of the rapid revolutions, the small veins and other

blood-vessels in the neck and head became swollen--so much so that a

journey in the "loop" without previous experience would certainly, in

his opinion, have been fatal.

[Illustration: PRACTISING IN THE TRAINING-WHEEL.

_From a Photo. by Rochlitz._]

After the perfect construction of the track had been ascertained by

thorough tests--amongst which heavy waggon-wheels were caused to be

rolled along the track--Mr. Eclair at length took his first ride. It

was a ride for life or death. Nobody could foresee what the result

would be. Luck favoured the venturesome artist, and his success was

acclaimed with joy and satisfaction by all the interested beholders, so

smoothly and faultlessly did the performance end. Such was the birth of

a new sensational circus feat! And a second ride which Mr. Eclair soon

afterwards took turned out equally successful.

The track slopes from a platform about fifteen yards high down into

the "loop." It must be understood that this is not a real loop, such

as, for example, Mündner uses, but is so constructed that the fearless

rider rushes in his wheel down the slope, entering the ring by a

trap-door, so that the wheel rolls round it. This heavy wheel, which

weighs five hundredweight, flies up the track with a terrific momentum,

and, in consequence of its centrifugal force, presses against the track

with a force of seventeen times its own weight.

When the wheel has passed the highest point of the loop it flies

down the other side, and leaves the loop again by another trap-door

which has in the meantime been opened. The downward movement, being

still very rapid at the point of exit, is then retarded by means of

outlet-rails which adjust themselves exactly to the wheel, and the mad

ride ends at length in a net.

The track has a total length of about sixty-five yards, inclusive of

loop and exit. The loop is about twenty-four feet high. The wheel rolls

in a mould-shaped groove. The slightest mistake in the construction

of the track, which is an extremely ingenious one, would result in

an unsuccessful performance and a dangerous, if not deadly, fall.

Especially ingenious is the mechanism of the trap-doors at the entrance

and exit. These are in charge of the artist's colleague, and form the

most important part of the track, as any failure in this part would end

in dire catastrophe.

The Strand Magazine, Vol. 27, February 1904, No. 159. · 第 34 / 72 题