We have encountered one of the Jinn. We refer, not to a Spirit of Hongkew manufacture, bat te one the account of whose doings beguiled many an hour of our Doyhood—the Jinnee of the Coin.
Discovering of sri evening that p, our ready cash totals 60 cents mall money (including an 11th year 20 cent piece) we hie next torning to the Enchanted Palace where mortals are opulent or Dankrapt at the dictum of occult powers. An inner geard, when he has quite finished arranging for afternoon tennis per phone, condescends to receive our pass which confides to others for their pro-tincted pleasure. Simultaneously, we Tective a magic dive bearing the numeral, 1, This entities us stand before the Grotto of the Snnee for one hour without further recognition. He has yet to materialize, so we'court permanent strabismus gazing at the lucre displayed within the grotto. In our amaze ut wuch wealth, we ethale a gaup that precipitates x bundle of notes to wnacen depths. We heer a momed "Ai-vali!" and the Jinnee emerges from below Like a sun tive. at The Jin are said to have been Adam's advent. This one—qatte looks it. Noting our possession of 8 disc he Inpwes into sentle coma. When at length a sve deposits our pars, much defaced by cryptic symbols, in a emall Teoeptacle, in still unconscious. By now, not only are we being jointied by there whose dises bespeak their attendance from two to 28 hours, but also we recall an engagement clad where. We No effect. A. louder cough, Re reset. We shy paper pallet at him. Still blotto, Emboldened, we demand that he ing note, like that of a tuchun bemoaning a lost job. He finishes after @ breathless moment, we are about to applaud when, placing the gears in reverse, he Tetrates his theme note by note. Apparently satisfied, he is nevertheless fatigued. Wherefore he again.
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