Be A Sport

When asked, pretend to think of a tune, but whatever is played, say "That's it." Thanks for cooperating. Please don't tell anybody how we did it!

He is told to look at it and keep its identity a secret. Then he is to mix it thoroughly among the other 51 cards.

The performer next spreads the full pack face up on the table and can locate the card himself, or, in an effective way by letting the spectator hold his (performer's wrist) while he finds it apparently by thought (muscle) reading.

SECRET: The method is a matter of simple mathematics. No matter what number of cards is named for use the performer knows almost immediately the position in the shuffled deck of the card which finally will remain in the spectator's hand, and which he, the performer, must glimpse.

This is done quite naturally when he deals the required number of cards onto the spectator's hand, face up. The spectator then turns the packet face down and proceeds as has been described.

The key numbers are 2, 4, 8, 16, and 32. The number is' named. The performer subtracts from it the key number next below, and multiplies the remainder by two. The result is the position of the card to be noted from the top of deck when the called for cards are dealt face up.

When a key number is called the procedure is simpler. It is best for the performer always to glimpse the deck's top card when he takes it back, and in case a key number is called this card will be the final choice. However, in this case the number of cards wanted is dealt fairly and face down off the top of deck onto spectator's hand. The noted card thus becomes the bottom one of the pile, which is the correct position for it.

For examples 15 cards wanteds 8 (nearest key below) from 15 leaves 7. 7 times 2 is 14. Just remember the 14th card of the 15 dealt. -------

35 cards wanted: 32 from 35 leaves 3. 3 times 2

gives 6. Note the 6th card. ------- 16 cards wanted. Note top card before dealing off 16 cards face down, or deal them off face up and note the last card. This applies to all key numbers.

Annual Banquet and Show -Parent Assembly #1 - S.A.M. Hotel Barbizon-Plaza, N.Y.C.

May 24th, 1941 --- Reviewed by

Rhadamanthus, Jr.

John Mulholland was Master of Ceremonies. He said that an M.C. was merely tiie punk that sets off the fireworks, but then he decided to do a trick so that the Larsons would not be tne first on the bill. He did a few sleights with thimbles. If that were all the"sleight-of-hand ror that evening, this reviewer would have said that it was good, competent work, but then Cardini came later. No magician should ever be on the same bill with Cardini. It isn't fair to the other magician.

Then came the Larsen family; Papa, Mama, and the tv/o little boys. It was all good standard apparatus magic, with no sleight-of-hand - not really. Papa (Bill) opened with the diminishing watch, and followed it with an odd version of the cups and balls, performed on a wedge-shaoed tray that could have concealed almost anything. Mama (Gerrie) then sang "Moonlight and Hoses" while a mechanical rose bush pushed its blossoms into the atmosphere. She produced several boquets from a

Page square of heavy brocade, and then did the 30th Century Handkerchief Trick using a Jap Box for the vanish. Maybe I am just getting cranky on account of ny arthritis, but it annoyed me to see a great big Jap Box used to vanish a single handkerchief. Then some tissue was torn up into a bundle and unfolded as a bonnet. That was cute,

Paoa did the cut and restored rope using two rones threaded on two sticks. Dante did the same thing so the trick must have audience appeal. The smallest boy then toddled out and pulled a dead chicken out of a production box. Mamma then appeared in an elaborate Japanese costume and did the rice bowls with confetti and no water. Out came Papa and did the Chinese Rings. John Mulholland does this better, and lots of people do it worse. Paoa continued with the block that penetrates a sheet of glass after falling down a square chimney. The patter was about an "illusion" and a "delusion", and was very deceptive.

The oldest boy then did the Afshan Bands with the patter about the Fat Lady and the Siamese Twins, followed by the Pig That Looks Round on a mechanical slate. Mamma then demonstrated the mutilated parasol, singing the while. And now for a card trick, just take any card at all, now somebody else take one, now another. Of course the cards have to be found again, and how do you suppose that was done? Give up? Well, there was the cutest little rabbit named Peterkin, and with much encouragement from Mamma, he looked the cards over and picked out the correct ones. Well, the audience, which was mostly S.A.M. members, liked it, so what more do you want? Maybe nobody had arthritis but me.

Paoa handed a pack of c«rds to a member of the orchestra - ANY member of the orchestra, and let him take ANY card. It then appeared in a balloon. He then had somebody make a free choice of a magazine - pick up two, hand me one, now the remaining one we shall tear in half, and the sheets will be handed around in the audience, and then call a page number, and I shall tell you the principal story or advertisement (a la Zufall). And he did it very en-tertaingly, and ended the William Larsen Family act with much good will.

God bless the Larsen Family, and God bless America.

Once more came John Mulholland. He had a card selected and shuffled back. After he located the bent corner he tore the pack in three parts, counted off bits from each oartlet, and put the card selected together. It is said that this was well over 20 times that John has done the trick before the local S.A.M. gatherings without missing. He concluded with the vanishing birdcage.

Up to this point, your reviewer feels that he has done his faithful duty in reporting what happened. From now on the record becomes somewhat obscured, because I forgot about the pains in my aching joints and sat bemused. Cardini was on the stage. I cannot tell you about any sequences, because it was real magic. There was only one Caruso, and there is only one Cardini. They say that he worries about the people who try to cony his act. Somebody ought to tell him not to worry. Nobody can copy him. He is unique and in a class by himself.

If anybody tries to tell me that Cardini does a superb back-palm I shall sock him in the jaw. He does not have to do a back-palm. He just nicks the cards out of the air. I KNOW that he really does, because I saw him with my own eyes, and you can't fool me because I'm smart.

God bless Cardini, and

God bless the universe. 789

Now that convention time is here it is well to consider a letter lately received from one of the established dealers. We're sorry it wasn't possible to bring the matter up before. In part it is quoted: "Why don't you take a side on the dealer situation at magic conventions? We've always felt that the dealers are the hub of a convention. They keep things going when the shows, banquets, etc., are not on. They actually are the reason many men come to the affairs - men who are from rural districts, especially. Any dealer with a mailing list advertises the conventions and they all talk them up in their shops etc. I know of dozens of newcomers to magic whom we have interested in the societies and the attending of conventions.

"Today the inclination of the convention leaders seems to be to exploit the dealers, charging them enough so that the revenue from dealers must help pay a good part of the convention expense. Yet each show is charged for, each dinner charged, etc. Why is all the money needed? What is the registration fee for?

"Regardless of the popular opinion, dealers do notmake any money at conventions. There is a 25 to 50% profit in selling magic. By the time a man pays for his transportation, meals, room, tips, etc., he has to sell a hell of a lot of magic just to break even, '.'/hat he counts on (if he is a real year-round dealer) is the advertising and good will. The other type -who sets himself up as a dealer to get rid of a lot of trash during a convention - isn't worth considering.

We think that each dealer (again I mean the real dealer who can prove he is an established merchant) should be alloted a free space to handle and fix up as he sees fit. All this auction, lottery, etc., business should be forgotten. That's only turning the whole business into a den of thieves. Why not get expressions from some of the dealers?"

Maybe if this had been brought up a month or so ago something of value could have been accomplished this year. But it's a swell argument for our money and we'd like to keep the pot boiling for next year. We doubt ir there is one out of twenty magi who attend conventions who doesn't make a bee line towards the dealer's set-up and hang arcuna there for all time except at show and meeting time when the dealers generally close up tight anyway. We honestly think that most memoers of the societies would vote "yes" to give the space, if only to assure the presence of more dealer counters than ever — ana there would be. And would that make Charley Larson happy.'

Brewerton (Sir Felix Korim) Clarke and Clara (Choai) Decker took solemn vows unto each other on May 21st and will now have a legal right to berate each other and pass the blame when tricks don't work. With Choai's faithful assistance, Sir Felix has been making magic pay for some years now and his critics may as well let their ears straighten out to normal, the dogs, for he has never Deen caught witn his pull showing, and while somewhat bombastically overenthusiastic at times vou can't begrudge a good showman that right. So, to you, Felix and Choai, may your rabbits multiply ad infinitum.

"Dear Russ: Please tear down all "Swann, the Magic Man" billing from Cluo Bali Bali in Philadelphia and come Dack to N.Y.C. quickly. I miss the gymnasium sessions, your No. 1 boy Jay's jui-jitsu lessons (the fellow I want to lick knows a way out ox tne hold you showed me. Excuse By writing with one hand) and,oh yes, your

Page magic. Keep your rabbit clean. Best. Ted."

Almost hiaden away on N.Y.C.'s West 49th St., at #125 is the Greenwich Toy House. It has an extraordinarily good magic department chaperoned by A1 Cohn, who dates himself by recalling Martinka days and keeps you satisfied with tales of almost legendary wonder workers who were peers in their lines and who stayed just outside the limelight to ply their trade in the most exclusive intimate places for unbelievable fees. Probably because of his memory plus sentiment plus business acumen Mr. Cohn has almost finished a little theatre with stage, curtains, and 35 theatre seats in the back of the emporium. It is modelled quite like the Martinka spot where the S.A.M. was founded. It's going to be a nice place for intimate and not too large magical soirees (the store is open every day until after midnight) not to mention its value as a student's mecca where one can take a big step towards losing that self-consciousness. We've quite an important hang-out just across the street but our time will be divided now.

Few magi knew Melbert Cary, jr., who passed away in N.Y.C. on Hay 27. President of the American Institute of Graphic Arts, his Park Avenue apartment housed one of the largest collections of playing cards in the world. Through an engagement we met Mr. Cary and had the pleasure of mulling over that vast array of "devil's picture books". We wanted to cut a short card into each and every deck — but he wouldn't let us. His interest in tricks .was almost nil but he was a gentleman who enjoyed watching someone enthuse over his collection while he rambled over the history of any deck towards which your eyes did stray. --- There Is no truth to the rumor that

Russell Swann left New York because Dell O'Dell is using the catch line "Don't Fool Yourself, That's J.y Business," which Russ, in proof, has associated with himself for 15 years. He isn't mad - just sad at the lack of originality. He departed because a manager wanted someone to fool his patrons, muttered "That's his business", and thought of - Swann.

Yoo hoo, Chicago. Bert Allerton's press notices are reaching New York readers - which include booking agents and hotel managers. He's at your Ambassador Hotel East right now. It's a swank spot but worth a few shekels to those of you who decry a working magician's ability but never consider it worth while to drop in and actually see what it is that makes one act different from another. We like one critic's mention of Bert's patter, to wit, " - complimentarily intelligent."

Are you a Sham? We mean a member of that newly formed organization known as the "Shams". Paul Sstee, a New Englander, has made the members swear secrecy as to what the society stands for. Anyhow, I'll bet it doesn't stand for ending sentences with a preposition as I did that last one with.'--- During a conversation with

Burdette Bowman lately an interesting detail came up. It's simply - "Have you ever noticed how many magi change their business cards and advertising circulars more often than they change their acts?"

The magus cornered the theatre manager backstage after a performance. "Listen," cried the magic-maker. "Did you see the way that audience received my act?" "I sure did," admitted the manager. "It's a swell act. It's absolutely marvelous the way you pull a thousand $100 bills out of thin air!" The magician nodded vigorously. "Darn right it is," he asserted. "That'8 why I want to speak to vou about a two-dollar raise!" Gabbatha!.'

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