Of course, we don't like it, but our sense of humor must have its way. Mrs. White, column-ing for Brunei in the London World's Pair during his recent illness, reported "Howard de Courcey's little lot that was exposed to the world" in a paper which "caused something of a sensation among magicians for telegrams poured in here that day and letters each post since."

We quote: "There were two photographs of Howard de Courcey accompanying an article titled, "His'Bags' of Tricks." In the article was stated: "This is how the back of --- , the conjuror, appears. Nicely.fitting evening tails, covering a pair of nicely creased trousers. Now lets raise his tail pieces and see another taleJ Look below. This, then, is the other tale.' It's how Mr. de Coursey's trousers really are when he walks on to the stage or the cabaret floor. Trousers, with Mr. de Coursey, aren't just things to wear. His living is in the seat of his pantsi Reading down from left to right, you can see all the tricks in his trousers that pull your leg. --- And to think that we always used to say: "YahJ It was up your sleeve."

One of the skunk's photographs shov/ed a rear view with Coat tails up to rtevsal: a billiard ball dropper, a coin slide, a 'tank' containing 5 cigarettes, a box affair with spring motor to vanish a bird cage (and identified as such), a fan of cards in the belt supporting the box, a rubber canary in the hip pocket, an egg in one profonde and a folded large silk in another, a cigarette and holder attached to a metal arm, a thimble holder with four thimbles loaded, and a wine glass upside down in a spring holder with its necessary rubber cap cover.

We chuckle at such a frump's conceit that he might use all of those gadgets during one performance, as affixed, but we sober up when we consider the expose. 7/e don't know de Coursey. We've never heard of him, which also goes for the public. Evidently he can't make a living performing magic. He has to expose to get his name in "the papers." We've gone to lengths over this case because it may serve as an example. Teach tricks indescriminately, pass them out to adolescents just ripe for a profession, and you breed a hatful of malcontents who can't make that kind of life pay. They know nothing else; they'll expose anything to eat; and we are saps enough to blame them for something that we've started. Johnny Mulholland, Bill Larsen, Percy Abbott, Floyd Thayer,Max Holden, Louis Davenport; all of us have received letters from "somewhere" saying "Tell me how I can go on the stage. I have umpteen tricks and people tell me I'm very clever."

I don't know what others reply, but I've always said that they should keep magic as a hobby, and forget the professional life. I know that if it's in them, they'll be a success as a prof. But if they fall, I haven't given them a false push. Remember, that when you TRY to get a member in ANY society or organization of magicians, you're asking for an expose later on should that person get "the bug." Let new members be interested enough to WORK to become an associate. If xou learned your magic the hard way, you'll know exactly what I mean.

If you nave $1 loose, and want to spend it foolishly, except, of course, for your collection, buy that cut out magic book at N.Y.'s Macy store. 17 cardboard pages give you 15 tricks to "break out", glue together, and fondle with.

It's an English game import, (complete with a wand, too) and entitled "The Conjurer's Kit

Book." Jasper Maskelyne authored it.---Vie mentioned Rosita Royce's Dove Dance (at the WorldiaFair) last year in connection with one magician, and this year we can do it again. Leon Kaguire opens the 40 minute gal show with magic that includes the sweetest ring routine we've seen to date, using all eight of the prescribed linkers, but presented as its long dead originator might have wished it to be done.

Warning.' You, who have eaten Post Toasties to get one of those Zingone pasteboard-composition record exposes, and haven't yet found a machine on which to play it, use the wooden needles, HOT the steel ones. Otherwise the record doesn't stand up as long as did the ad-

vertsing flop. --- Winston Freer is reported as growing a tree on a nite club floor, sawing it down, and letting customers take it away for firewood. We believe him. --- In view of the fact that the Milton Bridges library of magic books was so prominent, v/hy haven't the erudite mags reported that it was bought by H. Adrian Smith? He'll build a concrete, fireproof building for the tomes on the family plot at Riverside, Rhode Island. It is said that the place will be open to all sincere magicians.

Way back in Jinx No. 63 (Oct.21,1939) we reported the sinking of the British ship Sirdhana in Singapore harbor with all of the Nikola show. His "states" friends will be interested in knowing that 'Nikky' and Marion are safely esconced in a house by themselves to await possible salvaging of their property. All of the company have left for home. A recent letter tells that the harbor mine,which accidentally caused the sinking,was incidental, to Nicola, for diving operations show an unexploded one alongside ship beside his cabin. They're a bit wary of taking another ship right now, even without the apparatus which will hold them as long as possible, but when they do head for Monmouth, Illinois, U.S.A. they'll find an awful lot or people ready to say 'hello' with a sincere hand.

Foreign papers please copy: (to our shame?) Funny section, Hearst tabloids, June 2; Baby Dumpling in "The Magician". "Look, Sarah.' I'm Magic J I can make a nickel disappear.' Sarah then takes Baby to the kitchen,says she can make ice cream out of Royal Chocolate Pudding, (ad.), through use of a frigidaire, of course, (no ad.), and says "How's that for magic?" Baby Dumpling then gets a nice spread with a satisfied expression and saying ending with "Watch this ice cream disappear! 3y the way, has anybody got a nice licorice wand and a couple of chocolate covered thumb tips handy? Yum-yum. Aren't we glad that we're magicians?

The Tom Osborne trick is swell, and hereby accepted with thanks, but it will have to wait for the Nov. 2 issue (No.117) because it has a decided Xinas tinge.---Will Rock, who suffered comparison here,five issues ago, with Thurston, might well deserve better treatment from us. It can be checked that he does much more of Thurston's illusions than, to us, the master, did of Kellars, and Thurston was the acknowledged successor. That Ford Theatre (1907) program saw drastic changes the following year. So who are we to criticize someone starting to-day where Thurston started 33 years ago? That N.Y.State restricts children under 16 on a stage hampered Rock,(and would have crippled Thurston) plus the fact that he played local houses where the stage hands hadn't worked a show for years or wouldn't allow the hanging of one drop, must have hurt. It's only right that we start on a new evaluation of Will Rock. He's trxing hard.

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