An excerpt from the paper, with the non-sequitur title of My Favorite Foods are Dr Pepper, Collard Greens, and Pizza. I'm sure I'll Be a Good Clown; seriously just swap out "clowns" and "circus" and see how well it works:
Each year the school continued to produce more students than it needed, creating a glut on the market. Soon there were students asking for jobs at the smaller shows, undercutting the false security of the old clowns. The students would not only add youth and vitality to the Alleys of these small shows; they would work for less money than the old clowns. Obviously it was to the circuses' advantage to hire the student clowns-after all, they were getting two for the price of one old clown. Soon the clown school graduates began to replace the old clowns in just about every circus in the country. There is a great deal of animosity in the old clowns who lost their jobs to the students. "You can't make somebody a clown!" the old clowns say. "Just because you have a pretty face, that don't make you a clown."
