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Elective English—IV




                    Notes          The reputation of the conjurer was rapidly sinking below
                                   zero. At the close of the evening he rallied for a final
                                   effort.

                                   “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “I will present to you,
                                   in conclusion, the famous Japanese trick recently invented
                                   by the natives of Tipperary. Will you, sir,” he continued
                                   turning toward the Quick Man, “will you kindly hand me
                                   your gold watch?”

                                   It was passed to him.

                                   “Have I your permission to put it into this mortar and
                                   pound it to pieces?” he asked savagely.

                                   The Quick Man nodded and smiled.

                                   The conjurer threw the watch into the mortar and grasped
                                   a sledge hammer from the table. There was a sound of
                                   violent smashing, “He’s-slipped-it-up-his-sleeve,”
                                   whispered the Quick Man.

                                   “Now, sir,” continued the conjurer, “will you allow me
                                   to take your handkerchief and punch holes in it? Thank
                                   you. You see, ladies and gentlemen, there is no deception;
                                   the holes are visible to the eye.”

                                   The face of the Quick Man beamed. This time the real
                                   mystery of the thing fascinated him.

                                   “And now, sir, will you kindly pass me your silk hat and
                                   allow me to dance on it? Thank you.”

                                   The conjurer made a few rapid passes with his feet and
                                   exhibited the hat crushed beyond recognition.

                                   “And will you now, sir, take off your celluloid collar
                                   and permit me to burn it in the candle? Thank you, sir.
                                   And will you allow me to smash your spectacles for you
                                   with my hammer? Thank you.”

                                   By this time the features of the Quick Man were assuming
                                   a puzzled expression. “This thing beats me,” he whispered,
                                   “I don’t see through it a bit.”

                                   There was a great hush upon the audience. Then the conjurer
                                   drew himself up to his full height and, with a withering
                                   look at the Quick Man, he concluded:

                                   “Ladies and gentlemen, you will observe that I have, with
                                   this gentleman’s permission, broken his watch, burnt his
                                   collar, smashed his spectacles, and danced on his hat.




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