Painless Meets Beebe‪©‬

Painless talks about his manager, best friend, his mentor and benefactor. “Beebe, a blue eyed, six footer, tipped the scales at nearly 300 pounds. Unless he had to, he didn’t do anything physical. He wore a moustache and his blond hair was combed in a pompadour style, a high mound in the front and back which stood erect. He continuously and nervously chomped on a long, black cigar. His office chair which was nailed to the floor, swivelled so that he wouldn’t have to move too far when he looked around the room. Bill’s main exercise was as a mental gymnast. Beebe had been in the circus business for forty-five of his sixty years. He was one of the brightest individuals that I had ever met. I hired him and as my new manager he told me that the very first thing that I would have to do is drop the E. R. Parker name, my name now would be PAINLESS PARKER.” I sat in amazement and dumbfounded as my rotund, new manager gestured and raved on excitedly, his eyes sparkling and his rolls shaking. At this point, Beebe started to yell, “PAINLESS . . . P – A – I – N – L – E – S –S, PARKER!” He deliberately and slowly spelled out each letter. “Your name now is Painless.”