The Mind Reader Page #2

for herself in... Chicago.

The solution to your problem

depends entirely

upon yourself.

But I can state...

That a very great change

is coming into your life

very soon,

my dear Sylvia r.

Did you

ask that question?

Yes, I did.

[Scoffs]

He's daffy.

You don't really believe

all that hooey, do you?

Why, I certainly do.

I won 5 bucks

on rollaway

in the second race at latonia,

I'm telling you.

The only bet I win in a month

am I gonna forget it?

I'm telling you, that beetle

wasn't in the second race.

Pete slovak,

you are wondering

whether you are

going to have any children.

I don't see you

having any children at all.

But I see...

Your wife having three.

Aw, that's enough

of those yaps, chan.

This concludes my public

demonstration for today,

but I can be found

between the hours

of 10:
00 A.M. and 3:00 P.M.

Every day, with the exception

of the sabbath,

at your charming

little hostelry,

the commercial house, 2nd

and market streets, suite "a."

Those with

pressing personal problems

may come to me there

for private readings.

All communication

sacred and confidential.

The fee is $1.

Frank:

Learn of private matters

in a private interview

for the small sum of $1.

Excuse me, lady.

Here you are, folks.

Make an appointment here

for a private reading.

It's only a dollar.

Here you are, folks.

Step right up.

[calliope music playing]

Learn of private matters

in a private interview

for the small sum of $1.

Here you are, folks.

Step right up.

[Normal voice]

Well, how are the suckers?

Did you get any nibbles?

Beautiful.

Five yaps, and two of them

look awful promising.

One dame's married to the first

national bank here in town.

I'll have the spirits

tell her to give us

a couple of liberty bonds.

Maybe you won't have to.

I just grabbed this leather.

Haven't had a chance to open

it yet, but it feels fat.

Hey, why don't you lay off

that petty-larceny stuff?

Someday you'll get your

mitt caught in an orchard gate

trying to steal

a rotten apple

and crab the racket

for all of us.

Woman:
Excuse me, gentlemen,

I lost my purse.

I'm sure

I lost it in here.

[Deep voice] Why,

during the performance, madam?

Yes. I know I had it

when we came in.

All my rent money was in it...

Almost $50.

You didn't lose it.

Somebody stole it.

Mr. chandra, surely you

can help me locate it.

The location of missing articles

is often very difficult.

But if you'd care to have

a private reading tomorrow,

I might be able to help you.

Mr. Franklin,

give the lady a card.

Good night, madam.

I hope you find it.

Oh, aunty, you didn't drop it

in the street.

I've looked everywhere.

Can't you help us?

Why, possibly, my dear.

Possibly.

What'd I tell you?

It isn't here.

But what

are we going to do?

We need that money

so badly.

Quiet, please.

I see a purse...

A brown purse

with silver trimmings.

Yes, yes!

That's it.

Your purse is in the shadow,

under a coat.

A gray coat.

The man who has it

is clutching it tightly.

He is trembling,

uneasy.

He is a man

of medium height,

straight, dark hair,

aquiline features.

He is perspiring.

I can see him

so clearly,

I can almost

put my hand on him.

He has a long,

gray beard.

He is a farmer.

But how can I

get it back?

I can't tell you

the exact address.

But I can go unerringly

to the house.

If you will give me

your name and address,

I will guarantee

to return your aunt's bag

with its contents intact

by tomorrow.

Oh, Mr. chandra,

how can we ever repay you?

The privilege of serving youth

and beauty is payment enough.

Here's my address.

Thank you so much,

Mr. chandra.

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

And rest assured

your property will be returned.

[Sighs]

[Normal voice] That's

what I call a pretty dame.

Well,

not worth 50 bucks.

I can get you

10 dames for 50 bucks.

Come on,

give it to me.

Aw, chan,

you're breaking my heart.

You really

saved our lives.

I don't know

what we would have done

if we lost that money.

[Deep voice] Things are

as bad as that, eh?

Well, I haven't worked

since last spring.

You are much too pretty

to work, anyway.

That wasn't

why I lost my job.

The factory closed.

You mean to say

that you worked in a factory?

Mm-hmm. Stenographer.

Living in this town and you've

got a job is dull enough.

But when you're not working,

it's deadly.

Oh, well, let's not

talk about my troubles anymore.

I'm sick of them.

I don't see how people stay

more than a week in one place.

Must be glorious

to live the way you do.

New faces, new scenes,

meeting interesting people.

I guess

I'm pretty lucky.

I have an interesting life,

a congenial profession.

And the satisfaction

of knowing

that you're helping people

wherever you go.

And yet, the responsibilities of

my profession are quite heavy.

My daily

public appearances,

my private readings,

say nothing of my mail.

Why,

would you believe it?

I never get less than

300 letters a week.

Boys, this is miss Roberts.

Mr. Franklin and Sam.

How do?

How do you do?

That's

a nice-looking girl.

She ought to be,

for 50 bucks.

8 is the point.

I had no idea

people depended on you so.

They have

great confidence in me.

It's my life's work

never to betray them.

But do you have to

answer all these letters?

And by tomorrow,

there'll be twice as many.

It's getting beyond me.

I wish I could help you.

Look, if you'll dictate

the answers, I'll type them.

Well,

that'd be great, but...

We're leaving town

on Sunday.

Why couldn't

I go with you?

I told you last night

that a great change

was coming into your life.

It's here.

You're hired.

Do you mean that?

Shake.

I tell you, these village belles

are dynamite!

All you have to do

is shake hands with one of them

and say, "hello, jail!"

You fixing

to get us all shot.

We're liable

to get tarred and feathered.

[Normal voice]

You guys don't understand.

I get it. You don't have to

draw me no diagrams.

Most likely she's underage...

All hick dames are.

The minute they get into court,

they're all 16 or under!

You got me wrong.

Did you ever hear of

a guy named mann?

He's got an act.

Sam:
And he ain't

in vaudeville.

Remember that little

blonde tomato in pottstown?

You ducked the joint

that time by a whisker,

and here you go again!

Listen, you chumps.

That girl's going along

as my secretary.

She's gonna do her work,

get paid,

and that's

all there is to it.

Yeah?

What are we

stopping for?

[Deep voice] I don't know.

What is it?

Hotbox.

How long

will we be here?

Oh, about half-hour,

I guess.

Come on.

Let's get some air.

I've seen

pictures of places like this,

but I never believed it.

Oh, I wish we could... I wish

I could stay here forever.

Won't you

make it "we"?

Maybe.

Well, staying here forever

wouldn't be such a bad idea.

What about the train?

[Chuckles]

Well, after all,

I was only wishing.

Beautiful.

Yes, it is gorgeous,

isn't it?

Not it. You.

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