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About what it would cost you to

buy your wife a birthday present.

This is something she'd really

like. You don't know my wife.

Show her what you've got. If she likes

it, it's hers. Here's my business address.

Okay! Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes?

Excuse me, madam. How would

you like a nice vacuum cleaner?

You must be a mind reader. I certainly

am and I know what you're thinking.

Oh, you do? You're

wondering if this is a trick.

And is it? No. This is a birthday

present from your husband.

Oh! What a marvelous surprise.

Bless his heart.

I know what else you're

thinking. Oh, do you?

You're thinking how jealous

the other women will be.

That's right. When the girls in our sewing

club see this, they'll all have to have one.

Sewing club.

You know...

Will you bring it in, please?

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

I was wondering if I know some

of the girls. Oh, possibly.

There's Mary Davis

and Grace Hartman.

Be nice to me, cookie.

I drew a blank today.

This won't keep

you awake long.

There you are. I spent two

hours cleaning a dame's home.

What do you think I got? A ginger snap?

Two? Yeah, my mother-in-law

finally broke down.

Gee-willikers!

Did I have a day today.

And all on

account of you, Ruby.

Me? Didn't you take me to that saloon?

If I hadn't have went in, you couldn't

have showed me I was a mind reader.

That's all I needed,

believe me!

What's he talking about?

Does he think he's psychic?

Didn't you tell him it was a rib? I tried.

He's a hard man to tell. What's hard

about saying "The boys were kidding, kid"?

What did you talk about

on the way home? Listen...

Come on, come on.

Spill it.

Have three.

Have four.

Have five.

The poor guy must've

blown his topper.

Have six!

Could we be

legally responsible?

Seven? Somebody better stop

him before Chandler comes out.

Eight!

What's going on here?

Nine.

I sold nine cleaners.

Count 'em!

The whole row!

If this is a joke... This is

no joke, Mr. Chandler. Come on.

Look at my order book. Mr.

Chandler, get a load of these orders.

Mrs. Reeves, Mrs. Lowell,

Mrs. Brady, Mrs. Pedereechie.

I sold 'em to all the ladies in the

same sewing circle. Congratulations.

Benny,

we're proud of you!

Didn't you fire him

last night?

I didn't give him the letter,

but I'll give it now. Never mind.

Benny, my boy.

You don't know it,

but you've broken the all-time

sales record for one day.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Al Williams held the old record.

He sold eight machines, but you

sold nine! How did you do it?

By reading people's minds. What?

I'm psychic. You mean,

you read people's minds?

Yes!

What am I thinking?

You're thinking I can't do it. I...

Well, that was

an easy one.

Let's try it again.

Now what am I thinking?

You're thinking of calling up E.L. Morrison

and telling him you made your quota.

Benny, you're marvelous!

Boy, will I rub it in.

Come in the office with me. Okay.

You oughta take up that mind-reading

stuff too! It'll do you good.

What?

You made your quota?

Stockton

made their quota.

Yes. How many?

Nine?

One salesman

sold nine cleaners.

Bless my soul.

Let me talk to him.

Well, hello,

Mr. Van Loan!

The president in person.

Yes, that's right.

A brand-new record.

And believe it or not,

he does it by mind reading.

Mind reading? I see.

He's psychic.

Oh, that's ridiculous. Mr. Chandler,

I don't care how he does it.

Any man that can sell nine cleaners

in one day belongs in the home office.

Put him on the train tomorrow and

the company will pay all expenses.

The president wants you

in Los Angeles. Sure.

Ah, it's okay, Benny. You

can keep your feet on my desk.

Yes, sir. I'll tell him

that he's won the annual prize.

Good night, sir.

Benny!

Wonder boy.

What do you mean,

you're a little disappointed?

I'm the best salesman Hercules ever

had, ain't I? You broke a record, yes.

Mr. Van Loan sent for me

personally, didn't he? Well, yes.

The least he could have done was

meet me in his big private limousine.

What? With no brass band? What?

Benny, don't be shocked, but Mr.

Van Loan doesn't even know your name.

Are you kiddin'? No. And when Mr.

Morrison discovers who you are,

he'll get rid of you fast if

we don't find a way to stop him.

I feel like bawling him out again. Again?

Yes. I felt like it

yesterday too.

Let's be serious, Benny.

What are you going to do when Van Loan

discovers you're not a mind reader?

But I am. That's the secret of my success.

I penetrate people's brains

and leave my mind blank.

It might be a good idea to

make Morrison's mind blank...

and tell him a few things

that nobody knows, like, for instance,

juggling the price

of Hercules stock...

and the two sets of books I have to

keep on account of his G.M.E. account.

What's the G.M.E. account? General

manager's emergency account.

Morrison's the only one

who can check out on it.

First he had me deduct 1%

of the receipts in that account.

Then he upped it to 3%. Now I deposit

4% of the receipts each month...

and every time he ups it,

he gives me a raise.

I'll see that he ups it again.

You'll do nothing of the sort!

If Morrison's pulling anything

crooked, which I think he is,

the law might consider me

an accomplice.

I tell you, I'm terribly worried.

Don't worry, Uncle Clarence.

Now I'm here at the home office,

I'm carrying a lot of weight around.

I'll fix it. That's what I'm worried about!

Okay.

So it occurred to me that Hercules

might get some inexpensive advertising...

out of the public's curiosity

concerning mind readers,

especially our mind reader.

Oh, what a lovely idea.

Yes?

Mr. Miller from the Stockton

office is here. Show him in, please.

Miller, Miller. Let's not

forget that name again.

Mr. Miller, this is

a great pleasure, I'm sure.!

Welcome to the home office.

I imagine you know who I am?

You're P.S. Van Loan, president

of Hercules Vacuum Company.

That's E.L. Morrison, general manager

of the Hercules Vacuum Company.

And the girl, now don't tell me.

That's Hazel... Temple.

Young man, that's clever,

no matter how you did it.

No matter how you did it is

right, Mr. Miller. Congratulations.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Just a minute.

I'll get you a chair.

Here, the couch.

Don't you say a word

about the trouble you caused.

Mr. Van Loan won't like it.

I'll explain to you later.

Ah, sit down.

Oh, does it hurt?

All it can.

That's a shame.

The company will formally express its

appreciation of your efforts tonight at my office.

We also have several surprises in

store for you. No more like this one.

Very humorous, very funny. That's

not funny. I'm not trying to be funny.

The first time I saw you... Uh,

hold everything. I want to apologize.

Just let's forget

the whole thing.

Now, if you could really read minds,

you'd know exactly how I feel.

What do you mean, if I could

really read minds? I can!

All you gotta do is

concentrate. Let's have fun.

I'll concentrate and you read

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