One more from Brother Mike:

The Fulton carnival was a wonderful place to get your pockets cleaned, and your mind dirtied. Fulton was a little neighborhood down by Wheeling Creek. It was close to the Blw Knox factory that turned out the tanks for WWII. You could get your pockets cleaned by playing any variety of rigged games that gave the illusion you could win. Another technique was a ride that would turn you upside down until the change fell out of your pockets.

My favorite was the Alligator Woman. The barker would stand on the stage and yell "She walks, she talks, she slithers on her belly, Come see the Alligator Woman". It turned out to be a poor quality strip show, but to a junior high kid it was the big time. Then there was the hermaphrodite, this poor person made a living by showing people that his/her condition was actually possible. It seemed in the old days there were certain instances where all forms of decency could be temporarily suspended.