The Archive · 1929

Where Were They Hid

Once the magician accidentally slipped and fell so that his bones met the: floor with a resounding: impact. There was no.sound of smashed crockery, no streams of water, no gasping goldfish whick objects one might suspect were concealed about his person.

Sometimes on rainy nights, the audience consists of n mero half dozen spellbound onlookers, two oF three of whom may be members of the hotel staff. The latter are invariably among his most enthu ostic supporters. It is not like former days when scores of tourists showered gold dollars over the smooth floor at him. Even so, there. appears to be no Yoom for moping over the glorious past; the tech-unique of the man is a complete and magnificent thing in itself, Tt com= pels even the most blase of us to enjoy moments of perfect illusion. language by reading and' writing them, and I know of no better way, than by reading foreign newspapers and by getting into correspondence by letter with a fellow from another country who is willing to write to you in his own Innguago and te correct your faults when you write to him, 'That' is one reason why in the. Scout movement we are now encour aging fellows to take up correspond-fence with their brother Scout Jabroad. It helps you and it helps the other Scout to learn each other'e language,

Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.

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