Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.

But then, so far as I know, I am the only performer who ever pledged his assistants to secrecy, honor and allegiance under a notarial oath.

The greatest escape I ever made was when I left Appleton, Wisconsin.

My professional life has been a constant record of disillusion, and many things that seem wonderful to most men are the every-day commonplaces of my business.

Some say I do it this way, others say I do it that way, but I say I do it the other way.

It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.

Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.