ANIMALS: Dick's Bankroll

As he waited in the big steel practice cage, Dick Clemens didn't look much like a lion tamer. The cage was in his backyard outside Peoria. Dick had just come out of the house in an old felt hat and a checkered woolen shirt. He looked more like a leathery, slow-moving farmer. But that was because you couldn't see much of his hide. He'd been working with cat acts for 30 years and he had scars all over him. Doctors had taken 118 stitches in his back and dozens more in his arms and legs.

This morning he stood eyeing...

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